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What?

More tests.

Uh, it may take a month
or sooner for the results.

And you're going
to need a wheelchair.

It's just orange juice.

Hey guys, I think
we should call Rose.

Leave Rose
alone, Karen. It's just
none of your business.

You know what? I'm calling.

Karen, damn it, no.

This is Rose.
Leave a message.

I just don't get
what she's doing,
what she's trying to prove.

Rose is a private person.
I mean, hell, she didn't even
tell us that Dennis had cancer

until three months
after he was diagnosed.

I know she's a private
person, I just--

I don't know, I just--
just worry about her. I mean--

Pow.

Pow?

Pow. You don't fuck
around with Rose.

Good morning, sunshine.

Oh.

-Mmm.
-Here.

Thanks.

So you were asleep
out here all night again?

I fell asleep. That's what I do
now, Karen. I fall asleep.

So, are you going somewhere?

Come on.

What do you see?

I see a sweet house.

What do you see?

My life.

God damn it.

Love

Sweet love

That's what happens

Yes! Hell yeah.

I'm going on a road trip.

Tomorrow.

Road trip?

Hey, she wouldn't listen to me.

Karen, if you have something
to say, just say it.

Okay.

You know, it's just all
the money you and Dennis saved.

To go on a road trip?

In your wheelchair?

It's crazy. It's scary.

It's scarier to stay here.

I get it, Rose, dear.

This road trip is your way of

giving the finger to loneliness.

But Liz, she's not alone.

Tell me something, Lena.

What the hell is that empty
chair across from you
at breakfast?

You know what, girls?

Right now I'd welcome
his big beer belly

and bald spot
on the top of his head

even farting in the middle
of the night.

I mean it.

Who are we kidding?

We are not the cowgirls.

We're the widows.

What?

Go see Will.

Go see your son, Rose.

Well, you know
what, Rose?

Whatever it is you're
looking for on this trip,

I hope you find it.

So do I, hon.

So do I.

Sorry folks,
something's wrong
with the engine.

I'm going to have to pull over.

Excuse me!
Lady in the wheelchair,

you cannot leave the bus.

Hey there, you want a ride?

You know, you're not bad
looking for an old lady.

Give me the purse.
Give me the purse!

Well lookie here.

Oh, you gotta be shitting me.
You ain't no cop.

But was for thirty-three years.

I don't fucking
believe this shit.

Step back against
the car, sonny.

Blow me.

Empty your pockets, put
everything on the hood slowly.

Aaarg!

Shit! Aw! God!

I swear I'll find you.
You're dead!

You're dead!
Do you hear me?

Not yet, shithead.

Oh.

Mmm.

Don't see many people
on the road up here.

Oh.

Yeah.

Damn nice leather purse
you got here.

There you go.

Thank you.

I know a thing or two
about leather being
a rancher and all.

That's my place right there.

Me, I come up here, have
lunch and I'm working.

It's peaceful.

See that?

You ever wondered why

older folks pull up stakes
on houses they've
been in for forty,

fifty years and buy
one of them RVs

and make like big
rig truck drivers?

That's because I think
they're not going to die
on the road, you know,

as long as they keep moving.

Yeah.

So where are you headed?

The Bonano Clinic, north.

Well, I hate to be the bearer
of bad news, but, uh,

right now you're
headed due south.

I'll tell you what, I got some
business up north there.

I could give you a lift
in my pickup.

No, thank you.

Well then, I guess I'll
see you around, huh?

Remember this
spot, Dennis? I think
it was our anniversary.

Must have been thirty years ago.

We soaked in the hot
springs all afternoon.

Then we made love under
the stars. That was nice.

Whoo!

Um, excuse me.

Would you like
a little assistance?

Um, no, thanks.

Okay.

Pst!

Hola, chica.

I haven't walked
like this in months.

Oh, really?

I'm Mocahontas.
My real name's Lilly.

Rose.

Rose. We're both flowers.

My guess is you haven't
smoked a lot of weed.

My husband used to.

Last time he smoked it,
went out to the freeway
and hitchhiked

and ended up
on the roadside
outside of Gallup.

Speaking of husbands, mine, he's
been-- he has been screwing
one of his grad students

for the last seven months and
she's 35 years younger than he.

Thirty-five years.

Come on, that's ridiculous.

And he doesn't even care
if I know. You know, but hey,

I'm going to get half his
pension and I'm going to get
all of it if he kicks it.

You know. so screw him
and his midlife crisis bitch.

Hmm.

You know what this reminds
me of? My Uncle Tony.

My Uncle Tony, here is
this lovable heavyset
tuba playing musician

with the orchestra
of the Santa Fe Opera

and he would get stoned
before every performance.

And he would say life
is short, but blow hard.

You know, he-- he was--

he was the Miles Davis
of tuba players and
he could just like...

Oh, he was so talented.

I'm waiting to hear back
from some tests, find out if-

well, before the month is over,
find out if I'll ever walk
without a cane, you know,

get a wheelchair
or not, or worse.

But my doctor says
I'll fall apart.

Well, shit.

It's this thing where you
lose control of your arms,

your legs and all of it,
it all just goes.

-Whoo...
-What?

I was just thinking
about my Uncle Tony.

He played his last note,
took his last breath on stage

at the end of Don Giovanni.
He sat way back
of the orchestra.

And when all the musicians left,

there he sat

with his tuba
cradled in his lap.

It was twenty minutes before
anyone knew he was dead.

What a way to go.

What a way to go, Uncle Tony.

Okay.

Give me your number.

We're going to keep in touch.

And I'll just--

I'll just check on you
once in a while.

My Rosarita.

Whoo!

It's good stuff.

It's really good stuff.

Beautiful day.

I bet you're one
of them spa hoppers.

Pretty popular sport
around here.

The next pop is the River Bend

of hula dancers and

massages.

I could give you a lift
up there.

It'd be quicker.

Got the horse trailer back here
for your wheelchair.

I'm just fine, really.

Well...

The lady doth protest too much.

Stop!

Name's Max.

Max Hightower.

Rose Jones.

Pleasure to meet you, Rose.

You too, Max.

You hungry?

Hmm.

Um, I'm just an old cowhand.

-How do I say this--
-Dinner tomorrow night.

Rose. Shirley.

Nice to meet you, Shirley.

Yeah, she's an old girl
but oh so sweet and smart.

You don't know it's crazy but

long as I've been ranching,
and that's been a few years,

I could never figure out
what to do with an old horse.

So there she stands.

Well,

she seems to be
having a good time.

Mm-Hm. You're quite
the chef, Max Hightower.

Yeah, I started out as
a rookie bunkhouse cook

for twenty cowhands.

Nearly killed them all.
But I've gotten better at it.

Them boys nearly died
the first couple of days.

You okay there?

I'm fine.

But once I learned
to cook decent beans,

it became easier after that.

These pictures are beautiful.

Thank you.

You're the artist?

Yeah.

Ain't no Picasso.

You're an interesting man,
Max Hightower.

Hmm.

So here's the deal.
I want to see more of you,

but there's some things
you need to know first.

I'm in the middle of a divorce.

Oh.

Yeah, we've been separated for

over a year now.

We have a daughter,
Bonnie, seventeen.

Going on fifty.

She has her daddy's talent
for handling horses and

her mama's genius for being
a pain in the ass.

Seventeen? Second marriage?

Nope. First.

Yeah, I made the mistake
of marrying late in life

to a younger gal.

Uh...

Tried to find a woman who could
put up with me and my shit.

Turns out Jen, that's
her name, Jen, couldn't.

I wish to hell somebody
had told me years ago that

it is near impossible to

grow old with somebody twenty
years younger than you are.

And Bonnie, she's pissed off
most of the time, but you know,

kids always get
the rotten end of it.

Mm.

What about you?

My husband, Dennis,
died last year.

Mmm.

Good man.

And I have a son, Will.

He's an architect in Santa Fe.

Architect? You must be proud.

I am.

Oh God, you must have
seen me on the road.

I did.

I use this stuff now and then
for an old mule kick.

I had my first grass in Vietnam.

You were there?

Yeah, for a year and a half
on the destroyer Gulf of Tonkin.

Yeah, I was a deck seaman.

Did you see any...

Dead guys?

Yeah. I'd seen float by
every day like driftwood.

That's what we
called them, driftwood.

-Good, huh?

Yeah.

You must think I'm crazy.

No. Why would I think that?

Because I'm an older
woman on the road,
alone in a wheelchair.

I don't think you're crazy.

I think you're beautiful.

Voilá.

Hm.

That was nice.

Yeah.

I like that painting.

Thanks.

Must be nice to have a talent.

Oh, I just dabble a bit,
that's all.

What about you?

Well,

I play guitar a little,

sing some.

I like the Stones.

Really?

You know?

An old Terramara woman
told me once

that everyone should leave
something behind

that they made

like a drawing,

a story.

So, no matter
how big or small,

just something so folks
will know they've been here.

An old Terramara.

She made this.

She gave it to me.

And I want you to have it.

Beautiful, huh?

Yes, it's beautiful.

Hmm.

She said it would
always protect me.

That'll protect you.

Well, shit, you're a cop?

Thirty-three years.

Am I under arrest?

Hell, yes.

Hmm.

Hello, girls.

Ah, finally! Oh my gosh,
it's been three weeks.

Karen thought you were dead.

I did not.

Is that you, Liz?

Hey girly girl.

So we're all here.

Hey, Rose.

Yes?

Have you seen Will?

No.

Are you having fun?

Yes.

Okay.

What's his name?

Max.

Where is Max now?

Watering his horse.

A cowboy. Bingo.

Got to go, girls.

- Yeah, you do.
- Bye, hon.

Hey, girl.

Hey, Lilly.

Rose, how are you feeling?

Ooh, you got a manly
man, don't tell me.

I think I do.

Lilly, say hello to Max.

Oh, hello Max. How are you?

Pleasure to meet you, Lilly.

So I got a water tank to tend
to. I'll be back before supper.

Did he say water tank?

Girl! Ooh, that is bootylicious.

You stop that.

Rose.

What?

How are you feeling?

It comes and goes.

Rose, if there's anything,
anything you need, anything,

you let me know, okay?

I will.

Thanks.

Hey girl. How are you?
Did you miss me?

You look good,
Shirley, yeah.

Hello.

You must be Bonnie.

Max said you wouldn't be able
to stay away from him
for very long.

I had a horse
when I was a little girl.

I'm not a little girl.

I know you're beautiful young--

What are you doing here?

Hello, princess.

Who is she, daddy?

You're being rude, Bonnie.

Why don't you ask her yourself?

Okay. Who the fuck are you?

Bonnie!

I'll be in the house.

Rose.

Bonnie, this is Rose Jones.

Nice to meet you, Bonnie.

I'll be right in.

I guess I should have
told you about Rose.
That was stupid of me.

Rose is a nice lady.

So what's it been,
a couple weeks?

How'd you get here?

Hitched a ride.

What?

I hitched a ride, fuck.

Your mom know you're here?

You got clean sheets
on your bed.

I'm not staying.

Well, a little late to hitch
a ride back into town.

Get in the truck.

Sorry. She's new at this.

And so am I.

She's right.

And it's always hardest
on the kids.

You okay?

Fine.

Well, I'm going to run her
back into town. I'll be back
in a couple hours.

Cowboy.

I tell you what,
why don't you drive?

No, I don't
want to. You drive.

Okay.

Hello?

Who is this?

Well, it's mom.

Daddy.

Mm-hmm.

Do you like Rose?

Yeah, yep.

Do you think Rose is pretty?

Yes. Mm-hmm.

But she's old.

Like me.

I'm old.

Daddy.

Mm.

Promise me you
won't sell Shirley.

I promise.

Max, I'm off
to Santa Fe to take care
of personal business.

How do I say this?

Since Dennis died,
I've been like a ghost.

Alone, pissed off.

Max, you changed all that with
your kindness and free spirit.

I just need some time

and I don't want to make things
harder for Bonnie.

I won't do that.

I saw your note.

Where'd you stay last night?

Max,

Bonnie doesn't like me.
And I can't blame her.

She doesn't know you.

-I'm in the way.
-Rose, stop.

I'm not letting you go.

That's the way it is.

Things change.

You know?

How'd you find me?

I looked up Will Jones,
architect from Santa Fe.

He answered,
told me you were here.

Mother.

You look thin, Will.

What is that supposed to mean?

Means you look thin but good.

Sit.

Max.

We talked on the phone.

Yeah.

Join us for breakfast, Max.

Well, I haven't eaten yet.

I always wondered
how the food was here.

It's garbage.

I need to talk to Will alone.

I'm not leaving you.

Why are you doing this?

Because I love you.

Um, I'll have huevos rancheros
over-easy red.

-Oh, I'll have the same.
-Excellent.

I'll just-- I'll do a coffee.

Hi Rose.

Ashley, I didn't expect
you to be here too.

Will asked me to, uh,

referee.

It's been a while.

A year.

Just chill, baby.

Max, Ashley is a chef
at one of the best
restaurants in Santa Fe.

Hi, Max.

And she's Will's girlfriend.

Wife.

She's my wife. Uh,
got married three months ago.

Surprise!

So a cowboy, huh?

So that's your horse trailer
parked out front?

It is, yeah. Yeah.

Bonnie and I are taking Shirley
over to her grandmother's
farm this morning.

Shirley?

His horse.

You have a horse named Shirley?

Mm-hmm.

You want some breakfast, Ashley?

No, thank you.

Daddy, I've been looking
everywhere for you.
Shirley needs water.

Bonnie, this is Ashley and Will.

Hi, Bonnie.

Hello.

I'll be right back.

Don't go away.

I'll let you two talk, okay?

So mom, what do you want?

Christ, this is hell.

I wanted you to come here so I
could tell you how much I regret

what happened between
you and your father.

Regret?

Is that it?

Do you even know what you did?

Okay, tell me.

Jesus. Mom, you robbed
me of any chance
to make peace with dad.

Will, it was your father's
dying wish not to let you
in the hospital.

I begged him. What else
was I supposed to do?

Would you just stop blaming dad?

Why didn't you fight for me?

God damn it, I did.

Bullshit, mom!

You were on heroin.

He knew it.

I was.

Just tell me the truth.

Shit, I am.

I know.

You know what the worst part
about all this is, mom?

It's that it hurts me so much.

The thing with dad
and wherever the fuck he went,

but he'll never
know I loved him.

For coffee.

Will, wait.

Fuck it.

Hello, Dr. Harris.

I must have been out of range.

You do?

No, tell me now.

Okay, thank you.

Hi.

Are you okay?

No. I feel stupid and old.

Can you take me
to the bus station?

Wait.

I'm sorry I missed your wedding.

-No, it doesn't matter.
-Of course it matters.

You should know

that Will and I haven't lived
together in a couple of months.

I told him if he started up
again I would move out.

Which he did.

Thing is,

when Will is not high,
he's a wonderful man.

Take me to him.

Oh, Rose...

I want to see
where my son lives.

I'm sorry. He told me that
I could never take you there.

Will's crazy now, Rose.

He doesn't trust me.

He doesn't trust anybody.

If I took you there, he would
never speak to me again.

Then he'd have no one.
He'd be alone.

-Hi there.
-Hi.

This is the address of my motel.

I was wondering if you could
pick up my wheelchair
from there.

-Oh yes, ma'am.
-Please.

-Here. Thank you very much.
-Thank you.

Be careful, honey.

Taxi!

This is Rose.
Leave a message.

Rose, where are you?

Open the door, Will.

I have something
I have to tell you!

What the fuck are you
doing here, mom?

You're still having regrets?
Is that what this is?
You're having regrets, mom?

No, Rose, you should not
have followed me here.

You brought her here, Ashley?
You fucking bitch.

No, baby, she followed me.

-Go away.
-Rose, just leave.
Please just go.

I'm dying, goddamn it!

My doctor just told me
and I don't even know how
to pronounce what it is.

It's fair you should know.

Go.

Go.

Both of you, just go.

Rose, just leave, okay?

I am-- I am so sorry.

There's something
I want you to do.

It's something important.

If Max calls Will,
don't tell him I'm sick.

Rose.

I don't want him to go
through what I went
through with Dennis.

Promise me.

Okay.

Come see me.

Bring Will.

How are you?

Nice day, huh?

I love Santa Fe.

Don't you?

And the weather.

You having a good day?

I bought some beautiful pots
at an Indian market and some
fruit if you want some.

-I'm Dennis. I hope
you're ready--
-Sh.

Excuse me.

Oh shit.

Driver, can you stop the bus?

There's no scheduled stop
here, ma'am. Sorry.

But I need to get off the bus.
I need to get off the bus now.

Okay.

But the bus company
is not responsible.

I don't want to lose
my job, okay?

You're going to be all right
out here alone?

Yes. Go, go!

Fuck me.

Remember me, bitch?

Oh, fuck!

Fuck! Shot me again!

Wait. Shit!

Call 911.

Tell them that retired officer
Rose Jones has just shot
in self-defense.

Unit 14, clear.

Unit one to dispatch.

Right, check.
What's your message?

Yeah, I think I found her.

E-X-25, copy.

Ma'am.

Ma'am.

What?

Who are you?

I'm New Mexico State Police.
I'm Officer Cortez.

You know we've been
looking for you for
the past couple hours.

You-- you gave us
a real good scare.

Seems you brought us to
the attention of a Duke Mantee

who's wanted for five
counts of assault and

three counts of armed robbery.

Where is he?

Oh, he's all locked up, ma'am.

Good.

Surprise me, Lady.

Isn't she beautiful?

Yes, ma'am, she is.

I'm going to have to call for
a truck to pick up the chair.

Where do you live, ma'am?

Do you have a family?

Yes, ma'am. There's four of us.

My wife Johanna, my son Madale

who's a young patrolman,

and Rodrigo, he's our
grandson, he's three.

You take good care of them?

Yes, ma'am, I think so.

Good. And call me Rose.

Yes, I do, Rose.

I'm Ernesto.

And you can call me Nesto.

Nesto.

Nesto.

It's the big one on the corner.

I think you dropped
these at the chapel.

It's medicinal.

I also found this.

There's going to have
to be an investigation.

But considering
the circumstances,

I'll file the paperwork but

it could take a while.

Yes, officer.

If you ever need anything,
Officer Jones, you just call me.

I mean it.

Thank you, Ernesto.

Okay, last one.

There. What do you think?

-I think it looks good.
-Looks pretty, huh?
It's on this side, right?

Karen.

Yes, hon.

You think I'm a fool?

Now why would I think
you're a fool?

'Cause I've been back
three weeks

and none of you have asked me
a question about my trip.

Truth.

We're all ladies, we can wait.

We made a vow that we
wouldn't say anything
till you brought it up.

So, that's why.

Even Liz?

Especially Liz. It was her idea.

What?

I'm real sick.

I know you are.

Come on Rose,
you're weak as a kitten,

your shakes have gotten worse.

You're not going to ask?

Oh, Rose,

please tell me
what's going on, please.

It's bad.

Okay.

How long we got?

I don't know.
Neither does the doctor.

Two to four months.

Oh, hon.

Oh, hon.

I need an executor, Karen.

I need you to be there
when they read the will
and all the rest of that shit.

-Got it.
-It's all in my safety
deposit box.

And I'll tell the bank
to give you access.

Go ahead, damn it.

I'm so sorry.

I'm so sorry, Rose.

I have a favor to ask.

Okay.

That I want to be at home.

You got it.

Daddy.

You all right?

Sure.

Bullshit.

What?

Go see her.

So what do you
think it's like?

We have to talk about it?

We do. It's there.

Besides, they're important
decisions that need to be made.

Huge things.

Oh?

First off, what to wear.

I mean, a dress, jewelry,

shoes.

Shoes.

You know what I think?

It's like going to your final
high school class reunion.

Oh, God.

My Aunt Grace was buried
in her full-length mink coat.

What?

I miss

Max.

-Ash, I can't do this.
-Come on.

-Ash, I can't.
-Come.

Come.

Mom.

Mom,

I'm sorry.

I'm really sorry.

I'm in rehab.

I'm trying
as hard as I can, mom.

And--

I--

I just wanted to--

I just wanted to come--
come by here and tell you--

and tell you that I love you.

Do you still live
in that awful place?

No.

No, um,

Ash and I, we're
we're renting a nice house.

Can I get some water?

I'll be right back.

How is he?

He's better.

He's changed.

Really?

Yes.

Mom, I have something
I want to say.

I watched

you at the cafe in Santa Fe

and you looked so happy when--

when you looked at that cowboy.

Mom.

Rose.

Hello, Max.

Can I kiss you?

Oh! Max, what are you doing?

I'm taking you home.
I'm taking you home now.

Just stop. Stop!

Take it back.

Rose...

No, that belongs to you.

Take it.

Why?

I have nothing to give you.

Hey.

What is it, hon?

I am

so

thirsty.

-I--
-Okay.

Okay.

Here, some water.

Do you see them?

See who, hon?

They're here.

Who's here?

They are.

They are right next to us.

What is it?

They are saying things.

Can you hear them?

Tell me what
they're saying, Rose.

Rosarita.

Hi, it's me.

-Who are you?
-Rose.

I'm Lilly.

And who are you?

I'm Karen. Ma'am,
you need to leave.

-No, I need to do nothing.
-Yes, you do.

I'm still in here.
I am her friend.

She is very sick. I don't
know who you are but--

-I can see that she is sick.
-She is very sick.
I need you to leave, please.

Don't have me jump
over this bed.

I'm asking you nicely
to leave this room.

I'm not leaving this room.

Karen, this is Lilly.

Lilly.

Karen. Karen, come on.

Karen, we're going
to be friends after this.

Rose met a man.

I know, she told me.

And he loves her.

He loves her.

And she--

she loves him.

-Loves him.
-I know.

She made me just promise
to keep her here at home.
She made me promise.

She loves him!

Okay.

Okay.

I told you we're going
to be friends. Okay.

Rose, I really don't know
what's going on with you.

But all I know is you got
to get your ass up out
this bed and go see your man.

Go see him.

Atta girl. Good girl.

Rose, you all right?

Are you driving me all the way
to Max's yourself, Ernesto?

Yes, Rose.

Your friends called me.

Inside this envelope are
instructions in case something
happens to me, you understand?

Yes, ma'am.

-You okay, Ernesto?

-You know I want to tell
you something, Rose.
-What?

When my son
was fifteen years old,

you arrested him on DWI.

Oh, he-- he remembers you.

It was on the interstate outside
of Truth or Consequences.

He spent two days in jail.

-Sorry.
-No, no, no, it's okay.

He learned a big lesson.

Maybe you don't remember
but when you came
to court to testify,

you persuaded the prosecutor
to recommend probation and
expungement of his record.

That set my boy straight.

He quit drinking.

Isn't it strange

how things work out?

Yes,

it is.

Are you-- are you okay, Rose?

My son Will

used to wake up in the middle
of the night screaming,

scared to death there were
monsters under the bed.

I told him there
were no monsters.

I was wrong.

Pull over.

Looks cold in there, Ernesto.

Yeah, it does.

Can you please remove my shoes?

Yeah.

Give me your foot.

You feel that?

Fuck it.

Hey, Rose.

Officer Jones.

It's Ernesto.

Officer Jones.

Sorry to bother you so late,
sir. Are you Max Hightower?

Yes, sir, I am.

Rose Jones was a friend of mine.
She wanted you to have this.

-Rose?
-Yes, sir.

I'm really sorry.