Women In Trouble Page #6

There you go.

- Actually, uh...

that's the least you can do,

all right?

- For the bus?

- For whatever's next.

lt's a long way to go.

No telling what fun and games

the gods have in store.

Good luck, Travis.

- Good luck to you too, Bambi.

- Ah, Travis.

l'm gonna take these off

and take that off.

This is impossible.

Okay.

Can you help me with these?

l'll be ready in just a minute.

l think you should, um...

We should start,

though, okay?

l'm gonna be right with you.

Okay, okay.

Now you start.

- l'll call you back.

You all right?

- Was that her?

- Yeah.

- What'd she say?

- She was worried about you.

Unbelievable.

Both of you.

- Maxine-

- Did you f*** me?

- What?

- A simple yes or no.

Did you f*** me?

- No.

- l don't remember

taking my clothes off.

- l helped you

with your clothes.

- Hmm.

What a gentleman.

- Well, you were very drunk

when you got home.

- Oh, boo-f***ing-hoo.

l'm still drunk,

but l'm not an idiot,

so you don't have to talk to me

like l'm an idiot.

- l'm not.

- Don't.

l know what you're doing.

- l'm not doing anything, okay?

l'm just trying to explain

that when you came home,

you were wasted.

Your words.

- Now you're quoting me?

That is so condescending.

- Well, l'm sorry,

'cause l didn't mean it

to sound condescending.

- Oh, of course not.

What did you mean?

- What l meant was...

nothing happened tonight.

- Nothing happened tonight.

You have a way with words.

- ln bed.

With us.

- That's a shame.

- Why?

- 'Cause you're never gonna get

to f*** me again.

- Why don't you just go

back to sleep?

We'll just talk about it

in the morning, okay?

Okay.

But did you want to?

- What?

- Did you want to f*** me?

- No.

l mean, of course.

l want you to fall in love

with me again.

l've had other offers too.

From younger guys, richer guys,

even your friends,

but you're the one

that l want to be with.

That's what we agreed.

And now you go and do this,

and l'm gonna change everything

that l believe in.

Everything!

But l don't want to,

because you're the one

that l want to live with.

Oh, God.

- Okay, we're gonna

figure this out, all right?

Tomorrow.

Everything's clearer

in the morning, okay?

- You need something

to help you sleep?

Okay.

- Are you going to get that?

- No.

- Are you sure?

- l'm sure.

- Mm-hmm.

- God damn it, Maxine.

- Listen to me carefully,

you whiny psycho b*tch.

You can't have him.

So pull your Botox head

out of your skanky little ass

and get yourself a f***ing life

of your own.

You are not allowed

to borrow mine!

- Maxine.

- To think of the unbearable

amount of hours

listening to your pathetic

motherhood hang-ups

and your embarrassing jealousy

of your sister

and those excruciating dreams

of opening

that stupid restaurant,

which you're never actually

gonna do because-

What?

- Maxine, what's going on?

- Who is this?

- Open the door.

What is going on?

- Hold on!

What happened to her?

- Come on, Maxine.

Please.

- Shut up!

No, not you, Officer.

ls she gonna make it?

She ran her car into a pole.

The officer on site called

the last number she dialed

and said it's pretty serious.

You should go.

- l'm gonna stay.

- Travis,

she's in the emergency room.

She shouldn't be alone.

- Well, l'll call her sister,

and she can go.

She's her family.

- Do what you got to do.

- What l go to do is stay here.

- lt's a little late

for these gestures.

- You don't have to talk to me.

You don't have to look at me.

You don't even have to be

in the same room as me.

Just go to sleep.

l'm gonna put on a pot

of coffee,

and l'm gonna stay right here.

- Good night.

Oh.

l'm sorry.

- Who are you?

- l forgot.

l'm...

l'm Rita's roommate.

- Who?

- The bartender

from Ruby's Caribbean.

She said you got attacked

in the parking lot tonight

or something.

- Oh, yeah.

- She gave you a couple Valiums,

so that's probably

what you're feeling right now.

- Right.

What's that?

- Oh, it's for work.

l'm a masseuse.

- Oh, hi, Mama.

- No, a masseuse.

l do body work.

My name is Darby.

- Oh, hi.

l'm-l'm Holly.

- So, look, if you want

to go back to sleep, l can...

- No.

No, really.

l'm-l'm good.

l'm good.

So...

where are you from?

- Oh, l'm Canadian.

- Wow.

Cool.

- Yeah, you ever been?

- No.

But l love the food.

- Um, do you know the guys

that did this to you?

- No, no.

- l guess some days

are stranger than others.

- Yeah.

- Whenever something

really weird happens to me,

l think it's, like,

a life marker.

l say to myself, "Darby,

"you are alive,

and the time is now.

Today is a day

you will not forget."

- Yeah.

And it's also my birthday.

Today is your birthday?

No sh*t?

Oh, my gosh.

We should have a drink

to celebrate.

- No, l really-

l can't hold my liquor.

But you should.

- Well, f***.

You know what, let me give you

a birthday massage.

- No.

No, you really-

l couldn't.

Oh.

- Your neck is like a rock,

like you smashed it.

- Oh, yeah,

l got hit by a car today.

Twice.

- Jesus, quite the birthday,

huh?

- Yeah.

- Do you spend a lot of time

sitting at work?

- Some positions, l guess.

- Hmm.

- Ahh.

- So before getting attacked

and before getting run over,

did you do anything special

for your birthday?

- Oh.

Not really.

l mean, l, um...

l went to work,

and then l went to the gym.

And then my best friend

called me to go work with her,

but that didn't really pan out.

And then we met this woman

who took us to the bar,

and she got tanked,

and, um...

my friend ended up

taking her home and, um...

- lt's okay.

Just let it out.

Your body's been through

some major, major trauma.

- lt's not that.

lt's just Bambi.

She didn't-

she didn't even remember

it was my birthday,

and that's why l thought

she was calling to begin with.

l was sure she had some surprise

planned for me or something,

and she just wanted me

to tag-team some guy.

She's so stupid,

she doesn't even realize

that l have feelings for her.

l- l felt so nervous,

'cause even though

it was a fake thing,

just a pony show

for some cheese ball,

l thought, "You know,

she's finally gonna get it."

The whole thing got interrupted,

and she spent the whole night

making fun of me.

And l'm so bad at my job,

l'm afraid

nobody's gonna hire me

'cause l get embarrassed

talking dirty

and l can't eat p*ssy.

lt's just a matter of time

before they realize

that l'm the lamest

porn star ever.

- Well, l'm sure it's not

as bad as it seems.

- lt's pretty awful.

- Well, have you thought

about a new career?

- Yeah.

But l'm so dumb,

l'm not good at anything.

- You're just being hard

on yourself.

- No, l'm being honest.

You know, everybody laughs

at me.

They don't even have

the courtesy

to do it behind my back.

When those men came

at me tonight,

l thought, "This is it.

l'm dead.

"And l haven't even done

anything with my life

"or had the chance to tell her

about Ringo and the puking

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