All language subtitles for Women.2021

Adam's desire
shall be the husband,

and he shall rule over me.

If she obeys,
she shall be surely punished.

No. No!

We've got one body,
female, late thirties,

found in the trunk of this car.

Cause of death unknown.

Who found the body?

Ugh, Norma Ellis is her name.

- How old is she?
- I don't know,

maybe late twenties.

- What's she doing here?
- Said she was on a walk.

- A walk? Here?
- Yeah.

Yeah? She got an alibi?

Alibi? She called us.

Eh, sometimes a killer will
insinuate himself or herself

into the crime,

even reporting
the crime themself.

- Really?
- Yeah.

Yeah, I don't think
that's the case here.

- Can I talk to her?
- You want to talk to her?

- Yeah.
- I just sent her away.

- Why?
- Just thought

I'd get a statement
and then she can leave.

I mean, you have the report,
you can read it.

No, I don't want
to read the report.

I need to talk to her.

- Can you go find her?
- Yeah, I got you.

How long has she been here?

Judging from the decomposition,

- I'd say just over a month.
- Only a month?

Yeah, well, bodies,
they decompose faster

in a hotter,
more humid climate,

so a month, yeah,
it could look like it, yeah.

- Any identification?
- No. Nothing on her.

That's okay.

All right, thanks, Sharon.

So...

What were you doing here?

I was just taking a walk
and I ended up here.

A walk.

So late at night?

Yes, sir.

I stay up late.
Is that a crime?

Where were you coming from?

That's an awful long walk
out here.

I'm just trying to figure out
where you were coming from.

I don't know. Somewhere.

- You see anybody?
- No, sir.

- Did you hear anything?
- No, sir.

How long you been using?

Don't worry, I'm homicide,
I don't do narcotics.

Year and a half.

Heroin?

You got a place?

Uh...

I have a friend who lets me
sleep on his couch.

Listen, look, I could have
one of our officers

take you over to a hotel
where you can shower,

you can eat, have a nice sleep.

Would you like that?

Yes, sir.

Okay.

The victim was
an adult female, 5'5,

about 115 to 120 pounds
at the time of death.

Cause of death
was asphyxiation.

- DNA?
- Not yet.

It'll take at least two weeks
for mapping.

Then, we'll be able
to compare it

against the federal database.

Fingerprints?

No. Nothing.

She was all cleaned up.

- Rape?
- Yes, there is evidence

of both vaginal
and anal intercourse.

- Anything on the car?
- No.

That was also all cleaned up.

So you're telling me
we've got nothing.

Tortured, abused,
and discarded.

What do you have?

Well, right now,
I'm going through

unsolved missing persons cases
from the county.

Some of these, they go
as far back as a decade.

You don't think it could be
somebody local, do you?

It's possible.

No, it's got to be a drifter.

Where are we on time?

Well, takes two weeks
to process.

But we could save some time
if we cross-reference the DNA

with the missing girls.

I received it a few weeks
after she went missing...

telling me
not to look for her.

I told the police,
but they just didn't care.

I don't know,
it seemed normal to them.

And then I saw the news.

That's why I called.

That girl you found
down by the scrapyard...

Is it Jennifer?

We don't know yet.

And you're sure
that this is from her?

I know my sister's handwriting.

She wrote that.

But what that said,
it never made sense to me.

- Why?
- She used her middle name, Liza,

which she hated.

I mean, she never wanted
to be called anything

but Jennifer Collins.

She was such a beautiful child.

Tell me about her.

She dreamed of living
in this big house, you know,

with the perfect husband
bullshit,

wearing fancy clothes
and raising her children.

She used to talk about having
a big family all the time

and how she would
keep the house clean

and make dinner.

The American dream.

That's what we all want, right?

Hey, I'm calling
to let you know

we just got the analysis back
on the DNA test.

The conclusion
is 99.9% confident

it's the body of Linda Bridges,

the missing girl
from our database.

I left the report on your desk.

Ms. Bridges,
when did you receive this?

A few months
after Linda disappeared.

First, we thought she'd just
run away and she'd come back.

Then, we started thinking
something was not right.

- And is this her handwriting?
- Yes.

- You sure about that?
- Mm-hm.

Okay, this is our focus.

Not the crime scene,

not the corpse,
not the schematics.

We focus on Linda and Jennifer.

Now they both got the same MO.

They vanish,
then they send a postcard.

That's our crucial detail.

Now, our methodology tells me

that we're looking
for a white male.

These sort of crimes,
they rarely cross racial lines.

Now he's probably
right around their age,

he's probably a loner,
uneducated...

...and most likely,
he's a local.

What makes you say that?

This was personal.

Now, the coroner's report shows

that Linda was beaten
repeatedly, raped,

and then murdered.

That's not random,
but I think it's best

that we start
interviewing locals

before we branch out.

Does modern society convey this
as being acceptable?

Do you find her attractive?

Ej....

would you want this woman?

What?

Would you sleep
with that woman?

I don't understand.

Would you make love
to this woman?

- No, I wouldn't.
- No, why not?

Not becoming enough?

Well, it's just...

Okay.

But you would sleep
with Miss America?

Yeah, of course
I'd sleep with her.

Exactly.

After all, she's Miss America.

We don't even need to see
Miss America,

but we know
that we would run home

and we would bang her
if we could.

Okay, but this woman
who is so unattractive to you

is actually
Miss Mary Katherine Campbell,

Miss Ohio,
the first Miss America.

And you, Ej, you seem to be

a blatant contradiction
to yourself.

Okay, so the assignment is...

How has society evolved

in terms of beauty standards,

and why?

Why so quiet?

I'm thinking.

About what?

I'm bringing in a new girl.

Are you sure about this?

I am.

I mean, even after
what happened last time?

This time will be different.

How do you know?

I know it'll be different.

Look, I don't think
this is a good idea.

Why are you speaking
like you have something to say?

I am telling you this time
it'll be different.

- Sorry, we're closed.
- Hailey...

I didn't know you worked here.

Yes. Yes, I do.

What can I help you with?

I'm looking for something
for my wife.

Oh, what size does she wear?

About your size.

Mm-hm. That looks a little...

That looks more
like your style.

- Shit.
- What?

- The time.
- What time is it?

The store is closed,
and I lost my ride.

Oh.

I could give you a ride.

Oh, no, no, it's okay,
I can just take a cab.

Oh, no, it's the least
I can do.

It's my fault.

Okay, yeah, I would like that.

Okay, well, this is me.

Is it okay
if I use your bathroom?

Sure.

It's just down the hall.

Well, I better get going.

- Thank you.
- Sure, no problem.

- Goodnight, Hailey.
- Goodnight.

Yes?

I left my keys in the bathroom.

Oh, no! Ah!

Someone help me!

Help me!

Oh, no!

Am I next?

Okay.

Hi, my name is Hawk,
I'm codependent.

I have been my whole life.

I grew up with a single mother
and a younger sister

outside Boston.

My mother was an addict

in every sense of the word.

She drinks, she smokes,

she does drugs,
she lies, she steals.

I've never had
a sip of alcohol or smoked.

I used to see
the way my mother was

and I never wanted to be
anything like her.

But I guess it's inevitable,
though.

I did one thing like her.

I got divorced three years ago.

Cop with a broken marriage,
I'm sure you guys all heard

that one before, right?

So after my marriage,
I packed up my stuff

and I moved down here
to be close with my mom.

Have a sister.

Also an addict.

Heroin.

And what started as pills
for back pain

ended up in a $200-a-day habit.

What's sad is, I, uh,
I always gave her the money.

No matter how bad the lie.

She died in my arms

in a washed-out hotel room

with the needle
still in her arm.

And every day
my mother calls me,

asks me when I'll find her.

I don't have the heart to...

to let her know
that she's gone.

Instead, I just play along.

I just, uh...

I tell her, "I'll find her."

No! Stop! Ahh!

Oh, no!

Someone help me!

Help me!

If you see any of 'em,
give me a call, okay?

The number is right on there,
all right?

Thank you.

Thank you.

What do you think?

It's not for you.

Then for who?

You know who.

Well, does she have a name?

Her name is Hailey.

He wants you to wear this.

And don't even think
about escaping.

He's watching us.

How long have you been here?

Like, five years.

Five years?

Why is he doing this?

He wants to...

...find something
much more profound.

He wants to change us,
make us better,

make us live up
to our full potentials.

By kidnapping us?

No, it's much more complicated
than that.

Men are never complicated.

Well, you've never met
somebody like him.

Okay, you're gonna need
to learn how to do this.

He wants your makeup
a certain way.

Take a look.

Okay, so he wants us
really tan,

so I have to put this on,
like, once a week,

but you might want this,
like, every other day.

He wants our teeth
to be really white,

so you have to wear this
three times a day.

Oh! It burns.

Ugh.

This is my side,
and that's your side.

And that's final.

We have a certain dress code
that we wear.

Sometimes, it'll be
the same dress for weeks

and then, out of the blue,

it'll be something
totally different,

but whatever it is,
we just follow along.

Help! Help!

Somebody help me, please,
somebody help me!

Stop! Stop! Stop.

You have to stop.

You're gonna get us
both killed.

I don't care.

It's better than spending
the rest of my life

in this place.

You ungrateful little bitch!

You don't get it, do you?

You think this is easy?

Well, before you,
there was Linda,

and before Linda
there was Carla,

and before her,
we had Samantha.

But now they're all dead,
probably rotting somewhere

because they couldn't
follow the rules.

I'm still here
because I followed the rules,

and the rules are
that I have to take care of you

and that is what I'm gonna do.

So get used to it.

You have reached
the National Center

for Missing
and Exploited Children.

This line is being recorded.

By continuing your call,

you acknowledge your consent
to the recording.

If you do not wish
to be recorded,

please hang up now.

Hi, this is Robbie Coleman.

I'm returning your call
about my daughter, Hailey.

She's been missing
for seven months now,

but the odd thing is,
is that we just received

a postcard from her
a few weeks ago.

Like I told the officers,

something just doesn't
seem right.

Well, she sent me a postcard.

Uh...

She told me she was okay

and that I should stop
looking for her.

It came from New York.

New York?

Okay.

And when?

About ten weeks ago maybe.

And since?

Nothing.

She's a good girl.

She's great.

Very open.

Always the center
of attention,

and she loves it.

- She's kind and she's smart.
- Okay.

Any drug use or any boyfriends
I should be aware of?

No, no. No drugs,
no boyfriends,

nothing like that,
she's... she's a good girl.

Tell me about her.

She was Hailey.

Okay, what does that mean?

She did what she felt like
when she felt like doing it.

Nobody said a word,
everybody loved her.

Well, did she... did she
give you any indication

of where she was going

or say anything at all
about leaving?

Other than this shit town? Nah.

She just went about her day
being herself.

Miss Hailey Coleman.

- Family?
- Yeah.

They were tight.

She had a good home.

Maybe even too good.

Now you two, you guys
were best friends?

Hm, something like that.

Okay. What about any drugs?

Oh, yeah, she did everything,

coke, oxy, speed,
ecstasy, weed.

Name it.

She partied hard.

Boyfriends?

What does that mean?

We fucked around a lot.

Well, any probation still
must begin in the house,

and we have to have all
the information to act upon.

So the fact that they said...

Hi, how can I help you?

Hi, I'm here investigating

the disappearance of a student.

Her name is Hailey Coleman.

What information
are you looking for?

Her class schedule,
professors, the works,

whatever you can give me.

Okay.

And if you have it,
I'm gonna need the information

for Jennifer Collins
and Linda Bridges as well.

First, we thought
she'd just run away...

I received it a few weeks
after she went missing.

No drugs, no boyfriends.

- Is this her handwriting?
- Yes.

She's kind and she's smart.

I told the police,
but they just didn't care.

- She's a good girl.
- She did everything,

coke, oxy, speed, ecstasy.

She was such a beautiful child.

- Is it Jennifer?
- Coke, oxy, speed, ecstasy.

She was such a beautiful child.

Is it Jennifer?

Hey, Cap, Cap, Cap, hey.

Okay, Hailey Coleman's
been missing

- for seven months, right?
- Right.

Right? Jennifer Collins,
missing for five years.

Right, Linda Bridges
missing for four

until we found her.

What do they all have
in common?

They all send a postcard
to their family

telling them to stop
looking for 'em.

Look, "The colors of the world
are so vibrant.

I love you all.
Remember me and smile,

for it's better to forget
than to remember me and cry."

It's a quote
from a Dr. Seuss book.

Where are you going with this?

They all went
to the same school.

They even shared
some of the same classes.

Afternoon.

Afternoon.

What's going on here?

I'm from the police department.

I'm conducting an investigation

on the disappearance
of Hailey Coleman.

Oh, I understand.

The cops came here
and were doing interviews

after she disappeared.

Right, and I'm just
following up

on a couple things.

Um, I'm Bradley Gilmore,
sociology professor.

Mm. Detective Darren Hawk.

And you were one of
Miss Coleman's professors, yeah?

- That's right.
- Okay.

You, uh, you notice anything
out of the ordinary

about her, Professor?

I can't say that I have.

Okay.

How many people do you
normally have in your class?

Uh, 25 to 35, it depends.

Was she a good student?

She was an average student.

- You married?
- Ah, yes.

Thirty-one years.

So is there anything else
I can help you with

regarding Hailey?

Uh, no, I'm done here.

Let me give you
one of my cards.

Here, the phone number
is on there.

Just give me a call
if you find anything relevant

or anything you think
might be of help

to the investigation.

- Will do.
- Great. Thanks.

Mm-hm.

You know, one other thing,
Professor.

The name Jennifer Collins
or Linda Bridges

- mean anything to you?
- Should they?

Yeah, you know,
they were actually

both students of yours
some years ago.

They also went missing.

But probably
just a coincidence.

There is no such thing
as coincidence, Detective.

Hailey...

Take a seat.

Did Hailey try to call
for help today?

Well?

No.

That's good to hear.

So, how's Hailey been doing?

Well enough.

She's a clever girl.

Maybe too clever.

Remember the first time
you tried to run away?

It was the first day
I brought you here.

That went on
for the first two weeks.

Let's hope
that Hailey learns the rules

quicker than you did.

How many times
have you tried to escape?

A few times.

Ugh, but how does
he keep taking girls

and getting away with it?

Can you stop with the ball?

Hailey?

Hailey.

What are you doing?

What is this?

The air duct.

Look! We can climb out!

Hailey, don't be stupid.

Where do you think it leads?

I don't know,
and I don't care.

What's wrong?

What is wrong with you?

We can get out!

Yeah, but do you know what'll
happen to us if he catches us?

We have to try.

DNA?

Not yet.

- It'll take at least two weeks...
- Some of these, they go as far

- back as a decade.
- Then we'll be able

to compare it against
the federal database.

We're looking for a white male.

He's probably
right around their age.

Fingerprints?

- Focused on...
- No, nothing.

- She was all cleaned up.
- Most likely?

They both got the same MO.

- Anything on the car?
- No, that was also...

Yes, there is evidence of both
vaginal and anal intercourse.

- No, no, no drugs...
- The name Jennifer Collins

or Linda Bridges
mean anything to you?

Should they?

That is a name I thought
I would never hear again.

What can you tell me?

He was charming,

smart, and fun.

They started dating,

and she moved into his house.

And what I recall
from her is when

he started raping
her repeatedly.

For how long?

Three years, she told us.

Finally, she had
the courage to leave,

and later on,
she filed charges.

Okay, and then what happened?

He had his army of lawyers

make a deal.

I think she just
wanted him to leave,

and she got some money
and went abroad.

I never spoke to her again.

A real shame.

You never spoke to her
after she left?

No, nothing.

She sent me postcards
at the beginning,

then they stopped.

You still have the postcards?

Well, go ahead.

All right, thank you, brother.

I thought we were looking
for somebody more their age.

A loner.

I was wrong.

What makes you say
you're not wrong again?

Trust me.

- Trust you?
- Mm.

Bradley Gilmore is
a pillar in this community,

and he has many friends that
can make my life difficult.

I live here.

He is my community.

- So to ask me to...
- Look, it's him, okay?

All right, I'm tellin' you.

All right, and I can prove it.

How?

I don't think he's married.

- Ugh.
- No, Nancy,

he's got a 25-year-old rape case

that has no mention
of a wife in it,

yet he tells me that
he's married for 31 years.

Now, I looked.

I can't find any
mention of a wife

anywhere in his life.

I've interviewed locals,

I've talked to
everybody around him,

and nobody has so much as seen
him in public with his wife.

Maybe he doesn't take her out.

How long you been married?

Twenty-seven years.

All right, now if
I was to jump online

and search for you and Bill,

how many pictures,
articles, references,

just general hits
do you think I'd get?

I don't know, ten?

I found 53.

And how many for
Bradley and his wife?

Zero.

Hey, Professor Gilmore!

Fancy seein' you here, ha!

Detective Hawk.

Ah, that's a beaut you got here!

What is she, about a 40-foot?

That's right!

- You know your boats.
- I do.

Uh, Laura.

Why, uh, why Laura?

Named it after my wife.

Your wife?

Funny, I don't see that wedding
ring on there, professor.

Don't you, uh,

don't you normally
have that wedding ring on?

Eh, I don't wear it
when I work on the boat.

Right.

Well, it's good to see you.

I gotta keep on workin'
before the sun goes down.

Right.

Hillary Jones.

Uh, what about her?

Oh, you know,
I just met her brother.

He told me that you
used to be her boyfriend.

Boyfriend? No,

but we used to
fool around a little.

How she doin'?

Oh, she's good.

Believe she's, uh,
somewhere in Europe.

Good for her!

That was always her dream.

What was?

To travel.

Have a good night, detective.

You too.

♪ Run all night ♪

♪ Goin' to run all day ♪

♪ I bet my money
on the bobtail nag ♪

♪ Somebody bet on the bay ♪

That was by Stephen Foster,

the "Father of American Music."

You know, in the 19th century,

he was a rock star,

the rock star.

Everybody sang his songs.

In the minstrel shows,
they sang it in blackface.

Of course,
we can't do that today.

And he died when he was 37

with three cents in his wallet.

Anyway,

Hailey, you play piano?

I used to as a kid.

Okay, come join me.

So, what do you remember?

I don't remember much.

Try.

Again.

Again.

Again.

Again!

Again!

Again!

Again!

Again!

Again!

Again!

Hailey,

are you all right?

I've gotta get outta here.

Hailey.

I can't stay here.

I can't, I can't do this.

I can't live like this.

How can anybody live like this?

With these fucking
cameras on you all day!

Hailey, what have you done?

Do you know what
he's gonna do to you?

I've gotta get outta here!

No, Hailey, no, listen!

The only reason I have
lasted this long is because

I connect with him.

- I talk to him.
- He fucks you!

No, it's not what you think.

You let him fuck you.

What is wrong with you?

You like it.

You watch your mouth.

You're just as
fucked up as he is.

Hailey!

Hailey!

Hailey, can you hear me?

Yeah, yeah.

Are you all right?

I think so.

I have to go.

What? No, no,
no, no, no, no!

No, you can't leave me here!

Jennifer?

Jennifer?

Where's Hailey?

I asked you a question.

Um, Hailey is, uh...

Right here.

Sorry, I was reading,

and I lost track of time.

Clean yourself up.

You look a mess.

So Pygmalion was
a brilliant sculptor

who lived in ancient Greece.

He loved his work,

and he would spend hours

carving beautiful ivory statues.

He had no time for women,
he would always say,

only his sculptures.

Now, there was a deeper reason
for his aversion to women.

You see, in that area of Cyprus,

the women had failed to
pay homage to Aphrodite,

the goddess of love.

And, of course, this
could not go unpunished,

so Aphrodite cursed the women

to a loveless life
of prostitution.

Now one day,

he selected this big,
beautiful piece of ivory,

and he sketched out a figure,

and he started hammering

and chiseling away
until he was finished.

It was a statue of a woman
so exquisitely carved

that she seemed almost alive.

And he instantly fell
in love with his creation...

...and he clothed it,

he gave it jewels,

and he named it Galatea,

which means "sleeping love."

So he treated it like
it was his girlfriend,

and he brought it
shells and pebbles,

and little birds,

flowers of all colors,

anything that he thought
would please his love.

And the more

that he gazed upon Galatea,

the more he yearned
for a wife of his own,

but alive.

He dreamed that she were
flesh and blood....

...responsive to
his words and touch.

And then one day,
Aphrodite granted his wish.

Every man's dream...

to build the perfect woman.

That's absolutely right.

So who destroyed the camera?

What camera?

Who destroyed it?

She did it.

What?

She did it.

She threw a book at it.

- She's lying.
- She's trying to escape.

She's lying!

Stop!

Stop!

No!

Hailey, do you know
how beautiful you are?

Remove your pants.

Lay down.

Spread your legs.

Please leave a message
after the tone.

Hi, dear, it's...

Just checking in on you.

Have you found your sister?

It's Mama.

Hi, it's me.

Please tell me
you found your sister.

Look at the picture,
and tell me if you've seen

that beautiful, beautiful face.

Tell me if you've seen that
beautiful, beautiful face!

It's really simple.

- Thank you.
- Hawk,

Hawk, he's not helping.

- Hey, Mom, Mom, it's okay.
- You're not helping!

You're not helping!

I mean, it's like
a tag or something.

I think she's,
I think she's in the trash.

His fault, okay?

Here, I want you to walk
around this side, okay?

It is his fault
'cause she comes here,

- I know she comes here!
- I know she comes here.

You can sit in
the front, all right?

Come on, get in.

It's okay.

Thank you, Willy.

All right, you okay? You in?

- Yes!
- All right.

I would just like for you to
just at least listen to me

when I want you to do
something, and just do it.

I'm listening to you.

- You're useless, Hawk!
- I'm not him!

Sometimes you act just like him.

It's just the same
old shit all the time.

- You do!
- I don't hate you, Mom.

- You do.
- No, I...

- I don't hate you.
- You would do

what I asked you to do,

if you didn't hate me,
and admit you would do that.

- That's just how that goes.
- Mom, I don't hate you.

Oh.

We need to escape.

You said it was impossible.

Alone,

but we can do it together.

When?

Tomorrow.

You found the air duct,
that's our best chance.

- Where did it lead?
- The attic,

which leads to
the rest of the house.

We need to get to the garage.

What's in there?

A car with keys inside,
and we can get away.

Do you think that'll work?

Yeah.

It'll work.

Okay, so she burst
in here askin' for help,

and then what?

I took her by the hands, I...

talked to her,
tried to calm her.

She was so scared.

Greg came in,
she just freaked out.

So she was scared
at the sight of you?

Hell yeah, she was.

I never seen anything like it.

Straight out of a horror movie.

And then she just ran off?

Yeah, she just ran away.

The cops came afterwards,
and we told 'em everything.

So you're certain
that was her?

Yes, this is the woman that
came burstin' through my door.

And you, sir?

That's her.

I will never forget that face.

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Detective Hawk.

So, this is where you live, huh?

Yes.

Is there a good reason
why you're out so late?

There is, I'm investigating
a burglary in the area.

Could be connected
to a case that I'm workin'.

Have you, uh,

you witnessed anything
suspicious in the area?

I can't say that I have.

This is a gated community.

Just you in here?

Me and my wife.

Right.

Okay, well,

you know, I'm just
checkin' in, that's all.

Okay, thank you.

Hey, hey.

You mind if I come in?

Uh, sure.

I was about to brew
a cup of tea.

Would you like some?

Sure, that'd be great.

Okay.

Wow!

That's quite the, uh,

art collection you have here.

Oh, thank you.

From my travels
around the world.

With your wife?

Yes.

And, uh, no kids?

No.

Uh, nature
wasn't so kind to us.

Oh, I'm sorry to hear that.

We have to do it now.

You go first.

I'll come after.

I don't see any
family portraits, uh,

nothin' with you or your mom.

No.

Yeah, you know it, uh...

...must have been terrible

what you witnessed.

What?

Well, what your father
did to your mother.

You know, I read the reports.

Said you were the one that
called the police, huh?

Everything okay?

Oh, it's okay,
it's just my wife.

Okay, come on!

Come on!

Jennifer?

Jennifer?

Jennifer?

Fuck!

So, is there anything
else I can do for you

regarding, uh, the burglaries?

Um, no, you know, it's,

it's just a matter of time
until we find the guy.

Well, you seem certain
that it's a man.

It usually is.

Okay, well, thank you!

You know what, hey,
just one last thing.

You know,

you might wanna look into that

missing marriage certificate.

Pardon me?

Well, you know,
just no matter what I do,

I can't seem to find
any record of your marriage.

There must be some mistake.

But, thank you, I'll
look into that right away.

What was that?

That's my wife,
I really need to go.

Well, hey, you know,
I'd love to meet her.

You know, that would be lovely.

How 'bout some time next week?

Right here.

Hey, Ma.

Hawk?

I'm here, Ma.

What's goin' on?

I am running low
on cigs and Sprite.

- Can you fix that for me?
- Yeah, look, I can, I just,

I need about
a little bit of time

to finish up
somethin' at work, okay?

Okay.

Have you found your sister?

I haven't yet, Mom.

- I'm tryin'.
- Well, I need her

to be here with me,
I need you both.

I know, I know that.

Look, I'll be there soon, okay?

So, how far away are you?

Can you give me, like, an hour?

Yes, okay, an hour.

An hour's okay, okay, okay.

Please, just,

bring me your sister, okay?

I will, Ma.

Hey, Mom?

Mm-hmm?

Nothin', hey,

I'll see you soon, okay?

Wait,

Jennifer?

Is that... Jennifer, is that you?

Give me the gun.

Give me the gun.

Give me the gun.