Refuge (2010) - full transcript
The shimmering New Mexico sun bleaches the earth and reflects off towering thunderheads. From inside an RV nestled among the desert brush just off a barely-paved road, the middle-of-nowhere silence is broken by one quick and alarming gunshot. Nothing moves. Moments later, out of the waves of a heat mirage emerges a leather clad Darryl Tripp, high school English teacher, astride a screaming motorcycle. His mission is to toss his just completed first novel to the four winds, an act of self-loathing and despair. As he stops and pulls the novel out of his satchel, his motorcycle sputters and dies, out of fuel. He stands high on his cycle and spies the lone RV, a hope of help. He rolls his motorcycle to the RV, knocks, gets no answer. He opens the unlocked door, steps inside, taking shelter. As he finishes a phone call with his fiancée, deputy district attorney Helen Kaufman, promising to be on time for their engagement party that evening, Amelia Philips, hospice nurse and RV owner, emerges from the RV's bedroom with a gun in hand. Over Amelia's shoulder Darryl sees a man with a bloody spot over his heart, lifeless. Realizing Darryl has seen too much, Amelia announces that Darryl will be her traveling companion to parts as yet unknown. As the RV leaves its mooring, a dead body stinking up the back, a still-born novel stinking up the front, two lost souls seek refuge and redemption on New Mexico's back roads. It's a comedy.
(soft, tense music)
(bright music)
- Good dog.
You just gotta listen a little.
That's all.
Hmm?
Okay?
Hold it, where you going?
- I have an appointment
with the doctor.
- Uh-huh.
Let me see it.
Stay out of the streets.
(dog yelping)
This your note, huh?
Oh, okay.
Come here.
I want you to pray
with me, alright?
Look at me.
Lord Jesus.
Open the eyes of these
ignorant children, these bimbos
and whores, amen, say amen.
- I really need to
get to the doctor.
- Run back to class, okay?
It's called abstinence,
give that a try, go on.
(laughing)
(bright music)
- [Student] Amen, douche bag.
♪ All sin could not atone
♪ Thou must save
and thou alone ♪
(soft music)
(ethereal singing)
- Gold tooth catching the
heart of which had light.
Then he did something he hadn't
in what seemed a lifetime.
Charlie Holgeen laughed.
So what's wrong
with Miguel's story?
Nothing.
There was nothing wrong
with Miguel's story, it's...
(bell ringing)
(students chattering)
(bright music)
(coughing)
(suspicious music)
(engine humming)
(laughing)
(radio blaring rock)
(hissing)
(laughing)
- But she's covering
for someone tonight, so.
Just pick up a 615.
- All right.
- Don't wear any underwear.
(laughing)
- Bye.
- Bye.
♪ Five, two, six
- Pooh Bear, I live!
(laughing)
Watcha doing there, Pooh?
- Where's my car, Jack?
- Sold it, had to,
offer was too good.
Hundred over blue book,
gonna get a skill saw.
Load of lumber, gonna lay
out our foundation, gonna
build and frame up our
dream house, roofer.
Doogie doogie.
- Where's my stinking car, Jack?
- Hey, whoa, don't you, you...
Do not speak.
(groaning)
Lost it in a basketball caddie.
Some cream puff faggot
toaster penis kid wouldn't
drive on me, Pooh, he
wouldn't drive on me.
Parks at the three point
line, Jays storm out
of the sky like guides missles,
wasn't me on the losing
end I'd have made it all.
- Drug addict.
(gasping)
Jack, Jack...
Jack, Jack, no, Jack, ow!
(mimicking wind noises)
(thunder rolling)
- [Jack] Rabiddy,
blah, blah, blah!
- You lost my car in
a game of (mumbles).
I don't know what
else to do for you.
- I cannot live up
to your expectancies.
Do you want this?
Put Jackie boy out
of your misery?
Son of a...
Fuck!
Oh yes, works fine,
works (mumbles), remix.
Now where's that
money you got stashed?
I know you squirrel
it away, where is it?
Where's that money?
- In the bank, where you can...
- Where's your money?
- That's for the house.
- [Jack] You gonna tell
me or you just gonna...
- Jack!
(gunshot firing)
(rock music)
- Get a horn!
- Faggot!
- Hello, owner?
(knocking)
Hello, anyone home?
Wondering if I can
buy a little gas.
Owner, (foreign language) gas?
(foreign language)
(phone ringing)
Hello?
- Hi ya, cowhand.
Ran over for lunch, you
weren't there, I ate
some egg salad, that
wasn't for tonight, right?
- I hope you didn't touch
the broccoli chiffon mold.
- I think you could be there,
only half day of school.
Where are you?
- [Guy] In a little cafe.
- Hold it, now that they
know, I'm gonna mop the floor
with their 150 dollar warehouse
suits, they want a deal.
Hm, screw 'em, no.
Excuse me, Bumbie, we
got company in four hours
and you gotta get the
filets and the salmon.
Okay, I love you, drop
this call, helmut.
- I love...
(dramatic music)
- What are you
doing here, mister?
- What?
- You heard me.
- City dump, trash that.
- What's in there?
- A box of stationary.
- Box of plain stationary.
- Figuratively speaking.
- This is private property.
Legally, I can shoot you.
(breathing heavily)
- I won't say anything.
- About what?
- Whatever you don't want
me to say anything about.
- You don't know
what happened here.
- And don't need to.
- Do you think you know?
- Lie to me, I'll believe you.
- A minute ago you were ready
to choke yourself and now...
Dang, mister!
I gotta take you with me.
- I'm sorry, you?
- Keys, purse.
- No, no, no, no...
- Drive!
- I, I, don't,
Jesus Christ, lady...
- Don't say Jesus
Christ like that!
I gotta go.
- Oh my god.
(fast western music)
Laundry?
- Get going.
(engine puttering)
You fix it.
Hey!
Got a name?
- [Darryl] Darryl Tripp.
- [Amelia] What
line of work you in?
- [Darryl] I'm a
language arts teacher.
- [Amelia] That what we used
to call an English teacher.
- [Darryl] English
teacher, yeah.
And you?
Is it Dr. Amelia, nurse Amelia
or cafeteria custodian Amelia?
- Yup.
(mumbles)
(bright music)
Drug addict.
- Darryl?
- Who do you teach, Mr. Tripp?
- No one, really.
- How does that work?
- The children who take
up space in my classroom
despise the hours of
learning, many can't speak
the linga franca.
Spanish, Spanglish, Ebonics
plus myriad inarticulate
manifestations of rampaging
hormones and I lack
the ability to overcome
their limitations, defined by
putrid and pestilential
TV programs
and electronic polyphonic chaos.
- Sounds like you wrote
that up beforehand.
- I like to have a
little prepared text for
the occasional situation.
Kidnapping I guess,
technically, at this juncture.
- Not exactly what I hoped
the good lord had in mind
for me at sunrise today.
- Drop me off, call
it a test drive.
- You know what, Mr. Tripp?
I think I don't wanna be alone.
Your lady friend, lawyer?
- Assistant DA, looking
to make her rep.
I suggest you hire good council.
(phone ringing)
- Where's your cell phone?
- Hi, it's 432 and
you're still not here.
Do me a favor, at your
earliest convenience,
just call me, thanks!
- Why you taking this?
- Dad thinks I need it.
- I hope dad's a doctor.
- Top 10 since Hippocrates.
- Why?
- Borderline manic depressive.
- Borderline?
- Story of my life, neither
fish nor fowl, not a brisket,
not quite zucchini.
- I'm assuming you
took it this morning.
- It'd be crazy not
to, reckless, matter
of fact, didn't.
- Take it, Mr. Tripp.
- Please, do not speak to driver
while vehicle is in motion.
(fast paced music)
- Ah!
(horn honking)
Spit it up!
Spit it up, (mumbles).
(laughing)
(horn blaring)
The rest.
Why did you stop
taking your medication?
- Woke up dead this AM, decided
to see if the unmedicated
state would kill me.
(laughing)
- You are entertaining tonight.
- Engagement party.
- Whose?
- Ours.
- What time?
- Five, barring the unforeseen.
- You, cops aren't taking me.
- Don't fight it, I can miss it.
- Miss your own
engagement party?
- Why not?
- Well, not to take your side
against me, but why would
you wanna do that?
- Get engaged anytime, how
many hijacking opportunities
does a...
- Women got dresses,
men got haircuts, folks hired
babysitters, ladies at some
flower shop shredded their
fingers snipping ends
off roses, somebody planned
a menu and spent hours
chopping and mincing
for you, mister...
- Hey, I planned the stinking
menu, I clipped the goddamn
roses, I chopped and minced...
- Do not take the
lord's name in vain!
- Oh, screw the lord, lady!
Oh!
Lay it to me, old
fundamentalist freakzoid!
For god is love!
(western guitar twanging)
- Look, I didn't, hitting's
not something I...
- Forget it, shouldn't have...
- What can I do right?
You need anything?
- Can't seem to find
the room service menu.
- I help the living get dead,
I may even motivate 'em.
(dramatic music)
Mr. Tripp, gimme your wallet.
(gun firing)
(dramatic music)
(gasping)
- Security guard at my school.
- I don't think so.
- Yeah, he was, well,
yeah, not anymore, no.
Husband or boyfriend?
- Husband.
- I didn't think, uh,
didn't think he was married.
- Neither did he.
(smooth music)
- I don't feel so hot.
- Suck and swallow, Mr. Trip.
Do not bite.
(mellow music)
(dramatic music)
(mellow music)
- So, Christopher, I think
I am missing my nudnik
future husband, how
do you like that?
I don't, take down
this information.
Darryl Tripp, missing as of
three, two, I have no idea.
(mellow music)
(foreign language)
(mellow music)
(hawk crying)
- Spare change?
(sheep bleating)
(mellow music)
♪ Oh
(children laughing)
(calliope music)
- I'm sorry, we're closed
for a private party.
- Okay.
- Where are we?
- Nowhere.
I read 82 pages of your story.
- You like it?
Don't answer that, I
don't want it, do you?
Don't tell me.
- You wanna know or you don't?
- Yes.
- Does anybody write
about anything...
- Stop, stop, changed my mind!
Anybody write about
anything but what?
- Cops with damaged psyches?
- No, every writer in the
world, it's a genre but, for...
Just say you hate it.
- Is there something
between liking and hating?
- No, god no!
(calliope music)
Hello, hello?
Hello?
- The way you describe how
people look and where they are?
That's like poetry.
- So other than the story, the
characters, and the dialogue,
the book is great.
Go ahead, get it said.
Color and style
or you kill a rat?
- Black Dog isn't a good title.
- I was hoping, but
couldn't be sure.
- It's generic.
- Wow.
Generic, you come on with that,
I dropped out of high school
to work at a chili
packing plant at 14 thing,
but you're sneaky smart, girl.
- I should stop.
- No, no, I should.
Go on, I'm always a little
cranky when I wake up
handcuffed to a wall.
- The detective,
what's his name?
- Janky.
- Yeah, well, he would be
a lot better if I believed
any cops are that sensitive.
- Oh, well let me etch that
in the gunk on your sink.
All cops are insensitive, this
is a fictitious character.
- You want me to believe him?-
- Yes, I want you to believe
him, but because I hate you
for not loving him
I've got to continue
to be petulant and childish.
- But what I'm wondering
is if you set out to trash
your story, why'd you drive
100 miles out of your way
and then seek refuge?
- Because I ran out of gas.
- Not a sign of
weakness to seek refuge.
(children laughing outside)
- [Radio] All units, (mumbles)
on, APP for white Ango male
Darryl Tripp, 27, last heard
at approximately 1:00 this PM.
Reportedly from a cafe between
Creedmore and Dell Tour.
For those of you topographically
challenged, there is no
cafe between Creedmore
and Dell Tour.
Subject is presumed to
be driving a 1967 BMW
600 CD shaft drive,
black chrome, (mumbles).
(phone ringing)
- Having so much fun at the
engagement party, they just
noticed I'm not there.
(energetic music)
- Drive.
- Whoa!
(energetic music)
(both grunting)
(mumbles)
- Get off, get off...
(sobbing)
- Okay, okay, okay!
- Get off, get off...
(shushing)
Put those on.
- You need me to do your roots.
(soft music)
(mooing)
What kind of nurse are you?
- You say.
- Pediatrics, babies,
joyous parents,
pudgy cheeks, drool.
- I am a hospice nurse.
- Of course, you hang out
with people while they die.
(dramatic classical music)
You dance?
- [Amelia] Once,
why'd you say that?
- Well, first clue, you
play famous ballet music.
You know, I always wanted
to be the guy who lifted
the ballerina over his head
and made it look like he was
hefting a pencil.
(car chiming)
Got a shirt I can get dirty?
What year is this thing?
- 1976.
- Still got the
original oil, nice.
A leak on the underside
of the radiator hose.
- Can you fix it?
- I assume you've formulated
a well laid scheme
while I was asleep?
- [Amelia] A couple.
- Any of them involve
the disposal of Jack?
All right, let's get back
on the road to nowhere.
(soft music)
- [Amelia] Best laid
plans of mice and man.
- The best laid schemes
of mice and men.
As a healthcare professional,
I'm guessing you have
a good idea of what
his decomposing
corpse will start to funk?
- I love the ocean.
Let's take him there.
- [Darryl] Which ocean?
- Brownsville.
- Texas?
- Mhmm.
- Well, not to confuse
matters, but Brownsville is the
gulf and from where we are,
the Pacific is a lot closer.
- It's salty, isn't it?
- If it's salt you want buy
a box, fill the sink, give
Jack absolution
and dumpster him.
- You're very funny.
I haven't laughed
in a long time.
(soft music)
- Do you know what
burial at sea involves?
- Figure you need boats
and water, for starters.
- You got to wrap the
deceased in canvas or plastic.
Weight 'em down
with iron or lead.
You'll have to stake a
claim, mine the ore, rent
a forge, whereas dumpster
back of grocery store.
- Now I've put pressure
on you to make me laugh.
She deserved better.
My mama.
- What happened to her?
- [Amelia] My daddy.
- Men happen.
- Because she put up
with an abusive man.
- Did you murder your husband?
- I'm not sure.
I tell you one
thing, I chose him.
Marry.
- I am married, but
I'm not attached.
- Well I will not break up
another woman's marriage.
- It's broken,
papers been served.
Dancing.
(mellow music)
♪ Some places roll
I apologize if I smell
all manly and handsome.
- Don't worry, you don't.
(laughing)
♪ I need you
Why do we always
fall for that lie?
That the way it begins
is the way it will live.
- Que pasa, ma'am.
- I get here and Myra's gone.
- [Radio] Y'all be happy to
know we've located the classic
BMW registered to an
unofficially mentioned person,
Darryl Tripp, 27.
Be advised, we missed
Camiel for TDO, a colleague
of Mr. Philips
arrived to collect Mr.
Philips at 1600 hours,
a recreational vehicle belonging
to the Philips' was gone,
much to Ms. Portio's
consternation.
- Prostate cancer in a
fella so young just stinks.
Sometimes I think the good
lord has a big pant load,
ain't paying attention
to us mortals down here.
My mom passed eight years
ago, sucks, like big time.
I was blessed by
folks that cared.
Where you folks from?
- Nebraska.
- Oh yeah?
Howdy there, I'm Melodie Semple.
- Welcome aboard, Melodie!
I'm Darryl, I'll be
your hostage tonight.
- How come you're handcuffed?
Are you kids like...
- Yes we are, Mel.
- Oh, try to be
quiet, Mr. Tripp.
- Oh, how bout you?
- Is that your dear
departed husband back there?
- [Amelia] Tell me about
cremation, Ms. Semple.
- Oh, um, right.
Well, okay, first off, the
law, you know, requires
a doctor's permit and death
certificate and notarized
authorization from
the next of kin.
- Would you come outside
with me for a moment?
- Okeydokey.
(tense music)
- I am the next of kin and
I authorize you to reduce
him to ashes.
- But remember what I
said about the whole
death certificate?
- That is all I can offer.
- You're asking me to
do something illegal.
- Will this be your first
experience with wrongfulness?
- Well, I've done a thing or
two I'm not like real proud
of but lord, help me, if
I was to fault for daddy
losing his license...
- Is money an issue here,
Ms. Semple?
- I couldn't help noticing
the deceased got a
giant hole in his chest.
- I cannot use my credit card,
I got no cash to speak of,
what I do have is this
gun and a deep desire
not to go to jail.
One way or another, the man
inside there will be cremated
here tonight.
- Like, how much cash
is no cash to speak of?
- So, Nel, those guys do the
skinning and tanning for ya?
- Just his hustlers.
- Do tell?
- Stay out of this, Mr. Tripp.
- So, Mel, graduated
from Texas Tech, huh?
(chuckling)
- No, somebody gave me that.
- Unconscionable, to steal
what the relatives expect
you to bury with their beloveds.
- How dare you accuse
me of stealing...
- Know what else I think?
- No, quite frankly, if
you're gonna use big words
like unkonkonable...
- Don't talk, Mel.
I feel we should cut a deal
here and the deal I think
we should cut is
that you fry Jack up
and I won't out you
as a thief when I talk
to the cops which,
eventually, I will.
Talk now, Melodie.
(lively music)
- Is the deceased
wearing a pacemaker?
- The deceased had no heart.
- In nine minutes,
you'll have six pounds
of aesthetically pleasing,
sand consistency ashes,
and maybe like a smidge
of organic bone fragments
and non consumed metals.
(solemn music)
- Toast him.
(solemn music)
(metal clanging)
(buzzer buzzing)
(frog croaking)
(tense music)
(radio crackling)
- [Dispatch] We interrupt your
otherwise uneventful evening
to inform you that security
guard Philip serves
and protects the teacher
Tripp's high school.
Best guess is the proximity
of Trip's motorbike
to the Philips property
ain't a coincidence.
Let's do some police work,
people, life is precious.
(laughing)
(door chiming)
- I can only imagine what
would have gotten Cynthia
tossed into the county jail.
- She's not like in
the slam, she's a guard
in the women's wing.
- Prison guard by night,
mortician's assistant by day?
Life is good.
- Oh, we're just an old
married couple sitting around
at night, watching wrastling.
(door bell ringing)
- Who is that?
- I kinda gotta answer
the door to find out.
- Where is it?
Mr. Tripp, get in here.
- He's gone.
Come along.
(sighing)
(whistling brightly)
(crickets chirping)
- Gummy, my man!
What's the haps, doodler?
- Gummy need, got my sammich?
- Bologna and
provolone, gumster.
- Muchos gracias, Mel.
- [Melodie] Anytime,
cock a doodle doodster.
(pair clicking)
- I got a real gun.
- What just happened?
(clicking)
- We have to find Mr. Tripp,
how long as he been gone?
- Piss (mumbles), I know right
where Mr. Cutie Pie got to.
(tense music)
How is it?
- Primo Carnera, whose RV?
- Her husband died on the road.
- Roadkill, stewing him up?
- Oh yeah, liver and onions.
(laughing)
Hey, who was Primo Carnera?
(mumbles)
- Who's playing there
with them turd ticklers?
- Oh, dead dude's son,
occupying hisself.
And that's his mom.
(laughing)
Hey, do you remember that time
that you and me and Cynthia
and all those people went
down to the lake and we just
had the best time?
- Yeah.
- Just partying our asses off?
Don't you remember
how much fun that was?
- [Gummy] Yeah.
- What was your favorite part?
- Mr. Tripp.
- Quiet, Amelia.
Craftsmen at work,
nine six point game.
Game, gentlemen, an
honor, thank you.
- [Amelia, VO] Where's
my stinking car, Jack?
- [Jack, VO] Lost it
to the basketball guy.
- [Darryl, VO] Security
guard at my school.
- [Jack, VO] Toaster penis
kid wouldn't drive on me.
- Hey doody ball, get
your bush whacked?
- Officer.
(tense music)
Sorry about your loss, gummy.
- Thank you, officer.
Yeah, he was some guy.
- You only got one dad.
- Yup.
- I hope you find
comfort in good memories.
(clicking)
- It was you who beat
Jack out of my car.
(all cheering)
- Make it?
- Yup.
- Take it.
Hey, let me try.
I want a rematch.
- Jack, I don't want your car.
Look, I told him I
didn't want his car.
I put his keys in the
office in his mailbox.
- Right.
- Hey, I'm sorry if I...
- Right.
- We got popcorn.
(solemn music)
- [Gummy] Primo Carnera,
the president of Latvia!
(siren blaring)
(laughing)
- Actually, he was heavyweight
champion of the world, 1933.
- I'll be doggone!
- Uh-uh!
So, you and Cynthia want kids?
- [Cynthia] Nah, we're
afraid we'd eat 'em.
- Cynthia get you into
the drug business?
- What?
- What, what?
Stop saying what, (mumbles)
and you know what it's like...
- Hey, you read the
tag on that thing?
There are restrictions
that you can use it for?
- You sound like an ignoramus,
and so much like me,
at your age so that I
wanna put you in that oven
myself and...
- Amelia, knock it off!
All right, okay.
- Your dad was blessed to
have you working with him
and you are even luckier to
have a dad you still speak to.
So try to get your head
out of your rear end
so you don't live a life
of regret, you hear me?
Okay.
(phone beeping)
- Nurse Amelia, your
order is ready, pick up.
- Okay.
- Ms. Semple.
- What?
I mean, not what, I mean, you
know, not on me (mumbles),
and not you know...
- Okay, okay, okay.
I'm sorry.
And thank you very
much for helping us.
Where's your drug money?
(lively music)
- You give her that come to
Jesus speech, then you rob her?
- She's a drug dealer.
- What are you?
- I'm hungry.
- [Darryl] Well I am gonna
take you to the best open 'til
midnight burrito stand
(mumbles) in the world.
- So what is it
about her, Helen?
- She was really scary.
I thought I should try
to conquer my fear.
- First great love of your life.
- I guess.
- You guess or you know?
- I thought about
the priesthood.
- [Amelia] Are you catholic?
- That was the first impediment.
I think I intuited the
arguments in favor of celibacy.
- [Amelia] What
about castration?
- That would hurt, right?
(chuckling)
(woman humming softly)
You grow up out here?
- Dallas, relationship with the
fifth or six love of my life
and then I found number seven.
(mumbles) preacher, RV.
♪ Italian guy
- Oh, I'm sorry, I
didn't mean to interrupt.
- No, please, go on.
- No.
- [Amelia] You can't stop there.
(singing in foreign language)
- Do you remember this lady?
Mrs. Philips, the nurse
that was so nice to poppy
when he was going to Heaven.
My dad lived up in Creedmore,
I remember your kindness.
I like what you've
done with your hair.
- So you are up awfully
late, have a recital?
- We are looking for
a Matt the Rat series
by Lorenzo Liberti?
- Children's books are
separate, over there.
(subdued music)
- Do you know how many
stars in the milky way?
Where's heaven, do you figure?
- I figure it's between
Jupiter and Uranus.
- So hard for you to
not hide behind all that
glibness, isn't it?
What would happen
if you stopped?
- I don't figure
Heaven's a place.
- Lord, I hope it's
more than that.
Helen gonna figure
out you got cold feet.
- She knows I adore her.
- You missed her engagement
party and don't know whether
to cuss or thank me,
how long you been
having second thoughts?
- I'm not aving second thoughts.
- [Amelia] Yeah, you are.
- So why'd you ask me?
- See if you lie.
- I didn't lie.
- Yeah, you did.
(soft music)
- I am an habitual liar.
I'd turn pro if
there was a league.
- You don't know zip about
women or you'd know she knows
you're having second
thoughts, 'cause she is too.
But like the rest of us, you
think you can make the other
person over in your own
damn image inside the bonds
of holy puking matrimony.
Yeah.
(phone ringing)
Hello?
- Who the fuck's this?
- [Amelia] Don't use
that language with me.
- Kiss my ass, lady,
where's Darryl?
- I will not talk
to you unless...
- Put Darryl on the goddamn
phone and I mean now.
- Do not talk to somebody
with a foul mouth like that.
- Hey, Hel!
- Who was that?
- That was...
- Yeah, hold it,
it's a two part question, who
was that and where are you?
- That was a person who...
- Don't give her my name!
- I can't say her
name but we're about...
- Don't, don't tell
her where we are!
- I'm alone, god knows where.
- Is that the
security guard's wife?
- What security guard?
- [Helen] The one from your
school whose RV disappeared
with you in it.
- How did they find out so fast?
- I don't know what I did
that you would run away
with another woman
on the day of our...
- Did not run away
with another woman.
- If you changed your mind,
why not just have the guts
to spit it out?
Why?
Because you prevaricate,
masturbate, and circumambulate.
Talk, Bumbie, I'm listening.
- I did not change my mind.
- Christ, surely
not Rivera again.
- It had nothing
to do with Rivera.
- Liar, Rivera, again!
- Who's Rivera?
(lively music)
- No, it's all right for you
to look at every PS bellybutton
that passes, every ass
pat in painted on jeans.
- Helen, I have no power in
the world of fashion, okay?
I do not dictate
women's couture!
- We did three hours...
- Speed limit.
- [Helen] But if I so much
as glance at another guy,
it threatens your
rickety manhood.
- Okay, it was more than
a glance, but I told you
I understood, rich Republican
family, your political future,
I forgave!
- You say so,
but you're a guy and
therefore (mumbles)...
- That cop pulls us
over, I'm gonna hurt him.
I'm not going to jail.
- We waited three hours
for you which was two hours
after I ran...
- Helen, there was a time
space continuum problem
that precluded my appearing
as scheduled, now
tune the fuck in!
No, I have to use
language she understands.
- [Dispatch] (mumbles) 416,
(mumbles) 65 (mumbles).
- I did not run off with
anybody's wife, I have been
kidnapped, taken against my
will from point A to point B.
I did not know this
woman before today.
- [Helen] Why don't
I believe that?
- Tell her we're going camping.
(laughing)
- [Dispatch] On duty, 416, I'm
getting a report of vehicle
crash with injury.
(siren blaring
drowning out dispatch)
(car chiming)
- [Helen] Come on, according
to you, you're helpless,
which makes you a punt.
And I cannot believe you are
doing this to me when I entered
this relationship with
the assumption that we
would be honest with each other.
- You know what?
We'll toss this around in person
as soon as you pay the ransom.
- What?
- What ransom?
- [Darryl] The 45
thousand dollars the
person pointing a gun
at me demands for
my safe return.
- But it's almost
midnight on a Friday...
- Ransom.
- Popped out.
- Just came to you in a...
- Second or third
spontaneous act of my life.
- Well, it makes
me look like a...
- Like what?
- Like a...
- A woman who might take money
out of desperation from others?
Here.
We need a gas station
or an oil well.
- Go home, Darryl.
- Go?
- Home.
- But I'm your hostage,
I have obligations!
What are you gonna do?
- Not your problem.
Lay low, think.
- Well, let's think, where
can you hide a 30 foot tin can
with a dead guy
in the cigar box?
- Go on, just get your
things and get out of here.
- No.
- You don't get
to decide, Darryl!
- Trust me.
- Oh, I will never, ever
trust another one of you.
(solemn music)
Help me.
'Cause I'm scared and I
don't know where to go
or what to do.
- I don't know what
you should do either.
But I know where to go.
Even if the cops check the
main house, no one will
think to bring them down
the irrigation canals
this far out.
- Whose orchard is it?
- My family's.
- Your family farms pecans?
- Well, mom's.
Since the mid 1600s,
she runs the business.
My sister is prepping
to take over.
- 1600s.
- Spanish Jews fleeing
the Inquisition to Mexico.
- What happened?
- All the god fearing Catholics
decided to rid the world...
- No, I mean, what did Helen do?
(bright music)
(crowd chattering)
Why'd she kiss him?
- I didn't ask.
- We are just so...
Crouchy, aren't we?
All shuttered and grumpy.
- You're welcome to spread
Jack's ashes here if you like.
- No, too nice for Jack.
I wish he...
(soft music)
Hold on.
- Okay.
(gasping)
- You got any guts, a
single gut, get the job
done, Pooh bear, you
pull that trigger.
And you deliver the sinner.
(grunting in pain)
(shot firing)
(sobbing)
- Jack!
(screaming)
Jack, Jack, Jack!
I haven't told you everything.
Surely god sent his only
begotten son for some real
good goddamn reason.
(solemn music)
We do not have to
be victims, Darryl.
We can change.
We can change, Darryl.
(phone ringing)
- Hello, Helen.
- I have the money,
what do I do with it?
Bumbie?
- She has the money.
- Darryl?
- I don't want it.
- Take it, pay you back,
10 bucks a month.
- [Helen] Darryl?
- Who knows about the money?
Banker, me.
- [Darryl] No cops?
- I am a cop,
Darryl, I am the law.
Just tell me where to go and
I will handle it from there.
It's me, Bumbie.
- How do we know
we can trust you?
- [Helen] We?
- How do we know?
- Oh, playing the
Stockholm Syndrome ruse.
Good, sorry, got it, smart.
Tell her that I will come alone
because I don't want to deal
with the embarrassment
and public attention
that this will bring.
- Okay, well, you have
to really come alone.
- And I will.
- I mean really.
- Get the shit out of your
ears, Bumbie, tell her
I said I would.
(engine humming)
- Okay, she wants you to
put the money in the ugly
briefcase I gave
you last Hanukah.
- [Helen] I love that
briefcase, Darryl.
- [Darryl] Not really, Helen,
the briefcase in the front
seat of the Dodge.
- [Helen] (mumbles) your mom's?
- [Darryl] Yeah.
- [Helen] The cops
think you're well into
Texas and Arizona.
- [Darryl] We hit traffic.
- Why can't I just
hand her the...
Is someone else involved?
(engine humming)
(birds chirping)
(solemn music)
- I have an old friend
from nursing school
runs an orphanage in Chihuahua.
Gonna call her and
tell her I'm coming.
(mumbles)
- Got to.
- No!
(laughing)
- [Darryl] Big finish.
(both laughing)
- [Amelia] Go to
a place (mumbles).
(both laughing)
- Amelia!
(panting)
I thought you...
- No, I trust you.
Point me to the river.
- I'm coming with you.
- Where?
- To wherever you
let me come with you.
- Darryl, you have a
relationship, students...
- I'm replaceable.
- Well don't be!
Be indispensable!
- I like being with you!
- Darryl!
You need a mother, and I am
past my childbearing years.
You're a kid.
- But I'm gonna grow up,
change, like you said.
- I do not want you,
Darryl, we are not available
to each other.
- But hell, you could be.
Available to each other.
- Helen, Amelia, Amie, Hel.
- Shalom, Mrs. Philips.
Where's Mr. Philips?
- Not with us.
- Not with you where?
- Out of the picture.
(solemn music)
- Look, you don't
know what happened
between Amelia and Jack.
- Between them,
not you and them?
You and her.
- I told you, I didn't know
her before, okay, look,
they wrestled over
a gun, it went off.
- So when you say your
husband is out of the picture,
you mean...
- That it was
a justifiable
homicide, he hit her.
She was defending her life.
Tell her she won't go to jail.
- I'm afraid I can't do that
on your world alone, Darryl.
- If somebody hit you
and verbally abused you,
you'd kill them.
- To the contrary, I would
file charges against him
under the law and put his ass
in prison, just like I would
any evildoer.
- Amelia is not an evildoer.
- I've got a SWAT team
out there, Mrs. Philips.
- Hey, you said
you'd come alone!
- Darryl, how was I to
know you actually wanted me
to come alone so you could
run away with your captor
and our life savings?
Mrs. Philips, surrender
to me and I am prepared
to say you chose to trust
the law to take its course.
- But I don't.
- You try to run,
they'll kill you.
And then it won't matter
because you will leave
a decreedence to decide
that for you and they will
feast on you like carrion birds.
- My husband's dead in what
appears to be foul play.
I will not go to prison.
- Tell me the truth,
I'll try to believe you.
Was your husband's
death an accident?
- I don't know.
There was a gun, we wrestled,
et cetera, et cetera.
- Doesn't help me a
lot, Mrs. Philips.-
- Right, so step aside.
- There's nobody out there,
she wouldn't bring help.
She wants to walk you in herself
and be on Larry King Live.
- Gee, Darryl, am I a
different person than the one
you woke up beside yesterday?
- Maybe you're the same, but I...
- Enlightenment under
duress, do you know what
a cliche that is?
Oh, you haven't changed, Bumbie.
- Who am I, Helen?
- You are the same sweet,
intelligent, erratic, neurotic
impractical childishly
romantic man child
you have always been, despite
all my efforts to help
you to a viable reality.
If I made a mistake
there, please correct me.
- What about Black Dog?
- What Black Dog?
(warm music)
- Medication?
- Don't need any.
Give me the weapon,
Mrs. Philips.
- You sure there's
no one out there?
- Yup.
- Yeah, hang on, let
me just let 'em know
they're not out there.
Gentlemen, prepare to take...
- (mumbles) step right this
way, we've got a guided
tour starting right now!
- Put me down, get off!
- [Darryl] Get in there,
Helen, get the cuffs!
- No, really?
- Best idea of many bad ones.
- [Helen] You are
now an accessory!
- [Darryl] Don't worry,
it'll be just fine.
(Helen grunting)
Watch your foot,
watch your foot!
- [Helen] Darryl, indicate
to me that you are aware
that when I bring charges...
- One minute, Helen, then
let the recriminations begin.
(soft music)
- I gotta go.
- Stay.
- I can't.
We are not in love,
Darryl, we are in empathy.
And maybe that's better.
But I'll tell you
this, if I can,
I will let you know how I am.
Maybe we'll see each again.
If you promise to
write me a story.
A good one, a real...
And funny.
(soft, tense music)
(dog barking)
- Danger, come here, come here.
You're a good girl.
(warm Spanish guitar music)
(singing in foreign language)
- Darryl?
What in the world is
this in the toilet?
- [Darryl] Jack.
- Did you kiss her, Darryl?
- Yeah.
- Good.
Bumbie.
I only put your half of
our savings in the bag.
I only put 225 in the bag.
Now let me out of here.
Darryl, I mean it.
You know what?
Never mind.
Locked up here is good, I'm
safe here while the rest
of you whack jobs...
Leave me.
Bring me my bankie and pillow.
- What did you just say?
- [Helen] My bankie.
(laughing)
- [Dispatch] All units, on
that APB for lovebirds Amelia
Jack Philips and potential
homewrecker Darryl Tripp.
Crashed on a bicycle.
Let me confirm this.
Dale Ser, PD advises a
1041 matching Mrs. Philips'
description committed
assault with a deadly weapon
and grand larceny on a
mortician's assistant
as well as one, and we could
be trailblazing here, folks,
one, repeat, do know,
forcible cremation.
Help us, mama.
(fast paced music)
(singing foreign language)
♪ Longing, daring,
training and repairing ♪
♪ Trying to stop caring
about miles not always gone ♪
♪ Hoping, scheming,
staying up and dreaming ♪
♪ Searching for the meaning
and falling way behind ♪
♪ Is it now already,
I'm not sure I'm ready ♪
♪ I had no time to
rehearse this entrance ♪
♪ All these feelings
for instance ♪
♪ Hold that minute hand steady
♪ I'd push it back
if I just knew how ♪
♪ Is it now already, I'm
just not ready for now ♪
♪ London, sunrise,
shining and miles ♪
♪ One day starts, one dies,
sort of like my heart ♪
♪ New life, new chance,
real thing for romance ♪
♪ Better be a new dance
and not just in the dark ♪
♪ Is it now already,
I'm not sure I'm ready ♪
♪ I had no time to
rehearse this entrance ♪
♪ All these feelings
for instance ♪
♪ Hold that minute hand steady
♪ I'd push it back
if I just knew how ♪
♪ Is it now already, I'm
just not ready for now ♪
(lively music)
(serious, soft music)
♪ Daylight is fading,
daylight is fading ♪
♪ All is quiet
♪ Thank you for one more day
♪ Thank you for one more day
♪ The smell of sweet rain,
the smell of sweet rain ♪
♪ Over my shoulders
♪ Thank you for one more day
♪ Thank you for one more day
♪ Daylight is fading,
daylight is fading ♪
♪ Daylight is fading,
daylight is fading ♪
(bright music)
- Good dog.
You just gotta listen a little.
That's all.
Hmm?
Okay?
Hold it, where you going?
- I have an appointment
with the doctor.
- Uh-huh.
Let me see it.
Stay out of the streets.
(dog yelping)
This your note, huh?
Oh, okay.
Come here.
I want you to pray
with me, alright?
Look at me.
Lord Jesus.
Open the eyes of these
ignorant children, these bimbos
and whores, amen, say amen.
- I really need to
get to the doctor.
- Run back to class, okay?
It's called abstinence,
give that a try, go on.
(laughing)
(bright music)
- [Student] Amen, douche bag.
♪ All sin could not atone
♪ Thou must save
and thou alone ♪
(soft music)
(ethereal singing)
- Gold tooth catching the
heart of which had light.
Then he did something he hadn't
in what seemed a lifetime.
Charlie Holgeen laughed.
So what's wrong
with Miguel's story?
Nothing.
There was nothing wrong
with Miguel's story, it's...
(bell ringing)
(students chattering)
(bright music)
(coughing)
(suspicious music)
(engine humming)
(laughing)
(radio blaring rock)
(hissing)
(laughing)
- But she's covering
for someone tonight, so.
Just pick up a 615.
- All right.
- Don't wear any underwear.
(laughing)
- Bye.
- Bye.
♪ Five, two, six
- Pooh Bear, I live!
(laughing)
Watcha doing there, Pooh?
- Where's my car, Jack?
- Sold it, had to,
offer was too good.
Hundred over blue book,
gonna get a skill saw.
Load of lumber, gonna lay
out our foundation, gonna
build and frame up our
dream house, roofer.
Doogie doogie.
- Where's my stinking car, Jack?
- Hey, whoa, don't you, you...
Do not speak.
(groaning)
Lost it in a basketball caddie.
Some cream puff faggot
toaster penis kid wouldn't
drive on me, Pooh, he
wouldn't drive on me.
Parks at the three point
line, Jays storm out
of the sky like guides missles,
wasn't me on the losing
end I'd have made it all.
- Drug addict.
(gasping)
Jack, Jack...
Jack, Jack, no, Jack, ow!
(mimicking wind noises)
(thunder rolling)
- [Jack] Rabiddy,
blah, blah, blah!
- You lost my car in
a game of (mumbles).
I don't know what
else to do for you.
- I cannot live up
to your expectancies.
Do you want this?
Put Jackie boy out
of your misery?
Son of a...
Fuck!
Oh yes, works fine,
works (mumbles), remix.
Now where's that
money you got stashed?
I know you squirrel
it away, where is it?
Where's that money?
- In the bank, where you can...
- Where's your money?
- That's for the house.
- [Jack] You gonna tell
me or you just gonna...
- Jack!
(gunshot firing)
(rock music)
- Get a horn!
- Faggot!
- Hello, owner?
(knocking)
Hello, anyone home?
Wondering if I can
buy a little gas.
Owner, (foreign language) gas?
(foreign language)
(phone ringing)
Hello?
- Hi ya, cowhand.
Ran over for lunch, you
weren't there, I ate
some egg salad, that
wasn't for tonight, right?
- I hope you didn't touch
the broccoli chiffon mold.
- I think you could be there,
only half day of school.
Where are you?
- [Guy] In a little cafe.
- Hold it, now that they
know, I'm gonna mop the floor
with their 150 dollar warehouse
suits, they want a deal.
Hm, screw 'em, no.
Excuse me, Bumbie, we
got company in four hours
and you gotta get the
filets and the salmon.
Okay, I love you, drop
this call, helmut.
- I love...
(dramatic music)
- What are you
doing here, mister?
- What?
- You heard me.
- City dump, trash that.
- What's in there?
- A box of stationary.
- Box of plain stationary.
- Figuratively speaking.
- This is private property.
Legally, I can shoot you.
(breathing heavily)
- I won't say anything.
- About what?
- Whatever you don't want
me to say anything about.
- You don't know
what happened here.
- And don't need to.
- Do you think you know?
- Lie to me, I'll believe you.
- A minute ago you were ready
to choke yourself and now...
Dang, mister!
I gotta take you with me.
- I'm sorry, you?
- Keys, purse.
- No, no, no, no...
- Drive!
- I, I, don't,
Jesus Christ, lady...
- Don't say Jesus
Christ like that!
I gotta go.
- Oh my god.
(fast western music)
Laundry?
- Get going.
(engine puttering)
You fix it.
Hey!
Got a name?
- [Darryl] Darryl Tripp.
- [Amelia] What
line of work you in?
- [Darryl] I'm a
language arts teacher.
- [Amelia] That what we used
to call an English teacher.
- [Darryl] English
teacher, yeah.
And you?
Is it Dr. Amelia, nurse Amelia
or cafeteria custodian Amelia?
- Yup.
(mumbles)
(bright music)
Drug addict.
- Darryl?
- Who do you teach, Mr. Tripp?
- No one, really.
- How does that work?
- The children who take
up space in my classroom
despise the hours of
learning, many can't speak
the linga franca.
Spanish, Spanglish, Ebonics
plus myriad inarticulate
manifestations of rampaging
hormones and I lack
the ability to overcome
their limitations, defined by
putrid and pestilential
TV programs
and electronic polyphonic chaos.
- Sounds like you wrote
that up beforehand.
- I like to have a
little prepared text for
the occasional situation.
Kidnapping I guess,
technically, at this juncture.
- Not exactly what I hoped
the good lord had in mind
for me at sunrise today.
- Drop me off, call
it a test drive.
- You know what, Mr. Tripp?
I think I don't wanna be alone.
Your lady friend, lawyer?
- Assistant DA, looking
to make her rep.
I suggest you hire good council.
(phone ringing)
- Where's your cell phone?
- Hi, it's 432 and
you're still not here.
Do me a favor, at your
earliest convenience,
just call me, thanks!
- Why you taking this?
- Dad thinks I need it.
- I hope dad's a doctor.
- Top 10 since Hippocrates.
- Why?
- Borderline manic depressive.
- Borderline?
- Story of my life, neither
fish nor fowl, not a brisket,
not quite zucchini.
- I'm assuming you
took it this morning.
- It'd be crazy not
to, reckless, matter
of fact, didn't.
- Take it, Mr. Tripp.
- Please, do not speak to driver
while vehicle is in motion.
(fast paced music)
- Ah!
(horn honking)
Spit it up!
Spit it up, (mumbles).
(laughing)
(horn blaring)
The rest.
Why did you stop
taking your medication?
- Woke up dead this AM, decided
to see if the unmedicated
state would kill me.
(laughing)
- You are entertaining tonight.
- Engagement party.
- Whose?
- Ours.
- What time?
- Five, barring the unforeseen.
- You, cops aren't taking me.
- Don't fight it, I can miss it.
- Miss your own
engagement party?
- Why not?
- Well, not to take your side
against me, but why would
you wanna do that?
- Get engaged anytime, how
many hijacking opportunities
does a...
- Women got dresses,
men got haircuts, folks hired
babysitters, ladies at some
flower shop shredded their
fingers snipping ends
off roses, somebody planned
a menu and spent hours
chopping and mincing
for you, mister...
- Hey, I planned the stinking
menu, I clipped the goddamn
roses, I chopped and minced...
- Do not take the
lord's name in vain!
- Oh, screw the lord, lady!
Oh!
Lay it to me, old
fundamentalist freakzoid!
For god is love!
(western guitar twanging)
- Look, I didn't, hitting's
not something I...
- Forget it, shouldn't have...
- What can I do right?
You need anything?
- Can't seem to find
the room service menu.
- I help the living get dead,
I may even motivate 'em.
(dramatic music)
Mr. Tripp, gimme your wallet.
(gun firing)
(dramatic music)
(gasping)
- Security guard at my school.
- I don't think so.
- Yeah, he was, well,
yeah, not anymore, no.
Husband or boyfriend?
- Husband.
- I didn't think, uh,
didn't think he was married.
- Neither did he.
(smooth music)
- I don't feel so hot.
- Suck and swallow, Mr. Trip.
Do not bite.
(mellow music)
(dramatic music)
(mellow music)
- So, Christopher, I think
I am missing my nudnik
future husband, how
do you like that?
I don't, take down
this information.
Darryl Tripp, missing as of
three, two, I have no idea.
(mellow music)
(foreign language)
(mellow music)
(hawk crying)
- Spare change?
(sheep bleating)
(mellow music)
♪ Oh
(children laughing)
(calliope music)
- I'm sorry, we're closed
for a private party.
- Okay.
- Where are we?
- Nowhere.
I read 82 pages of your story.
- You like it?
Don't answer that, I
don't want it, do you?
Don't tell me.
- You wanna know or you don't?
- Yes.
- Does anybody write
about anything...
- Stop, stop, changed my mind!
Anybody write about
anything but what?
- Cops with damaged psyches?
- No, every writer in the
world, it's a genre but, for...
Just say you hate it.
- Is there something
between liking and hating?
- No, god no!
(calliope music)
Hello, hello?
Hello?
- The way you describe how
people look and where they are?
That's like poetry.
- So other than the story, the
characters, and the dialogue,
the book is great.
Go ahead, get it said.
Color and style
or you kill a rat?
- Black Dog isn't a good title.
- I was hoping, but
couldn't be sure.
- It's generic.
- Wow.
Generic, you come on with that,
I dropped out of high school
to work at a chili
packing plant at 14 thing,
but you're sneaky smart, girl.
- I should stop.
- No, no, I should.
Go on, I'm always a little
cranky when I wake up
handcuffed to a wall.
- The detective,
what's his name?
- Janky.
- Yeah, well, he would be
a lot better if I believed
any cops are that sensitive.
- Oh, well let me etch that
in the gunk on your sink.
All cops are insensitive, this
is a fictitious character.
- You want me to believe him?-
- Yes, I want you to believe
him, but because I hate you
for not loving him
I've got to continue
to be petulant and childish.
- But what I'm wondering
is if you set out to trash
your story, why'd you drive
100 miles out of your way
and then seek refuge?
- Because I ran out of gas.
- Not a sign of
weakness to seek refuge.
(children laughing outside)
- [Radio] All units, (mumbles)
on, APP for white Ango male
Darryl Tripp, 27, last heard
at approximately 1:00 this PM.
Reportedly from a cafe between
Creedmore and Dell Tour.
For those of you topographically
challenged, there is no
cafe between Creedmore
and Dell Tour.
Subject is presumed to
be driving a 1967 BMW
600 CD shaft drive,
black chrome, (mumbles).
(phone ringing)
- Having so much fun at the
engagement party, they just
noticed I'm not there.
(energetic music)
- Drive.
- Whoa!
(energetic music)
(both grunting)
(mumbles)
- Get off, get off...
(sobbing)
- Okay, okay, okay!
- Get off, get off...
(shushing)
Put those on.
- You need me to do your roots.
(soft music)
(mooing)
What kind of nurse are you?
- You say.
- Pediatrics, babies,
joyous parents,
pudgy cheeks, drool.
- I am a hospice nurse.
- Of course, you hang out
with people while they die.
(dramatic classical music)
You dance?
- [Amelia] Once,
why'd you say that?
- Well, first clue, you
play famous ballet music.
You know, I always wanted
to be the guy who lifted
the ballerina over his head
and made it look like he was
hefting a pencil.
(car chiming)
Got a shirt I can get dirty?
What year is this thing?
- 1976.
- Still got the
original oil, nice.
A leak on the underside
of the radiator hose.
- Can you fix it?
- I assume you've formulated
a well laid scheme
while I was asleep?
- [Amelia] A couple.
- Any of them involve
the disposal of Jack?
All right, let's get back
on the road to nowhere.
(soft music)
- [Amelia] Best laid
plans of mice and man.
- The best laid schemes
of mice and men.
As a healthcare professional,
I'm guessing you have
a good idea of what
his decomposing
corpse will start to funk?
- I love the ocean.
Let's take him there.
- [Darryl] Which ocean?
- Brownsville.
- Texas?
- Mhmm.
- Well, not to confuse
matters, but Brownsville is the
gulf and from where we are,
the Pacific is a lot closer.
- It's salty, isn't it?
- If it's salt you want buy
a box, fill the sink, give
Jack absolution
and dumpster him.
- You're very funny.
I haven't laughed
in a long time.
(soft music)
- Do you know what
burial at sea involves?
- Figure you need boats
and water, for starters.
- You got to wrap the
deceased in canvas or plastic.
Weight 'em down
with iron or lead.
You'll have to stake a
claim, mine the ore, rent
a forge, whereas dumpster
back of grocery store.
- Now I've put pressure
on you to make me laugh.
She deserved better.
My mama.
- What happened to her?
- [Amelia] My daddy.
- Men happen.
- Because she put up
with an abusive man.
- Did you murder your husband?
- I'm not sure.
I tell you one
thing, I chose him.
Marry.
- I am married, but
I'm not attached.
- Well I will not break up
another woman's marriage.
- It's broken,
papers been served.
Dancing.
(mellow music)
♪ Some places roll
I apologize if I smell
all manly and handsome.
- Don't worry, you don't.
(laughing)
♪ I need you
Why do we always
fall for that lie?
That the way it begins
is the way it will live.
- Que pasa, ma'am.
- I get here and Myra's gone.
- [Radio] Y'all be happy to
know we've located the classic
BMW registered to an
unofficially mentioned person,
Darryl Tripp, 27.
Be advised, we missed
Camiel for TDO, a colleague
of Mr. Philips
arrived to collect Mr.
Philips at 1600 hours,
a recreational vehicle belonging
to the Philips' was gone,
much to Ms. Portio's
consternation.
- Prostate cancer in a
fella so young just stinks.
Sometimes I think the good
lord has a big pant load,
ain't paying attention
to us mortals down here.
My mom passed eight years
ago, sucks, like big time.
I was blessed by
folks that cared.
Where you folks from?
- Nebraska.
- Oh yeah?
Howdy there, I'm Melodie Semple.
- Welcome aboard, Melodie!
I'm Darryl, I'll be
your hostage tonight.
- How come you're handcuffed?
Are you kids like...
- Yes we are, Mel.
- Oh, try to be
quiet, Mr. Tripp.
- Oh, how bout you?
- Is that your dear
departed husband back there?
- [Amelia] Tell me about
cremation, Ms. Semple.
- Oh, um, right.
Well, okay, first off, the
law, you know, requires
a doctor's permit and death
certificate and notarized
authorization from
the next of kin.
- Would you come outside
with me for a moment?
- Okeydokey.
(tense music)
- I am the next of kin and
I authorize you to reduce
him to ashes.
- But remember what I
said about the whole
death certificate?
- That is all I can offer.
- You're asking me to
do something illegal.
- Will this be your first
experience with wrongfulness?
- Well, I've done a thing or
two I'm not like real proud
of but lord, help me, if
I was to fault for daddy
losing his license...
- Is money an issue here,
Ms. Semple?
- I couldn't help noticing
the deceased got a
giant hole in his chest.
- I cannot use my credit card,
I got no cash to speak of,
what I do have is this
gun and a deep desire
not to go to jail.
One way or another, the man
inside there will be cremated
here tonight.
- Like, how much cash
is no cash to speak of?
- So, Nel, those guys do the
skinning and tanning for ya?
- Just his hustlers.
- Do tell?
- Stay out of this, Mr. Tripp.
- So, Mel, graduated
from Texas Tech, huh?
(chuckling)
- No, somebody gave me that.
- Unconscionable, to steal
what the relatives expect
you to bury with their beloveds.
- How dare you accuse
me of stealing...
- Know what else I think?
- No, quite frankly, if
you're gonna use big words
like unkonkonable...
- Don't talk, Mel.
I feel we should cut a deal
here and the deal I think
we should cut is
that you fry Jack up
and I won't out you
as a thief when I talk
to the cops which,
eventually, I will.
Talk now, Melodie.
(lively music)
- Is the deceased
wearing a pacemaker?
- The deceased had no heart.
- In nine minutes,
you'll have six pounds
of aesthetically pleasing,
sand consistency ashes,
and maybe like a smidge
of organic bone fragments
and non consumed metals.
(solemn music)
- Toast him.
(solemn music)
(metal clanging)
(buzzer buzzing)
(frog croaking)
(tense music)
(radio crackling)
- [Dispatch] We interrupt your
otherwise uneventful evening
to inform you that security
guard Philip serves
and protects the teacher
Tripp's high school.
Best guess is the proximity
of Trip's motorbike
to the Philips property
ain't a coincidence.
Let's do some police work,
people, life is precious.
(laughing)
(door chiming)
- I can only imagine what
would have gotten Cynthia
tossed into the county jail.
- She's not like in
the slam, she's a guard
in the women's wing.
- Prison guard by night,
mortician's assistant by day?
Life is good.
- Oh, we're just an old
married couple sitting around
at night, watching wrastling.
(door bell ringing)
- Who is that?
- I kinda gotta answer
the door to find out.
- Where is it?
Mr. Tripp, get in here.
- He's gone.
Come along.
(sighing)
(whistling brightly)
(crickets chirping)
- Gummy, my man!
What's the haps, doodler?
- Gummy need, got my sammich?
- Bologna and
provolone, gumster.
- Muchos gracias, Mel.
- [Melodie] Anytime,
cock a doodle doodster.
(pair clicking)
- I got a real gun.
- What just happened?
(clicking)
- We have to find Mr. Tripp,
how long as he been gone?
- Piss (mumbles), I know right
where Mr. Cutie Pie got to.
(tense music)
How is it?
- Primo Carnera, whose RV?
- Her husband died on the road.
- Roadkill, stewing him up?
- Oh yeah, liver and onions.
(laughing)
Hey, who was Primo Carnera?
(mumbles)
- Who's playing there
with them turd ticklers?
- Oh, dead dude's son,
occupying hisself.
And that's his mom.
(laughing)
Hey, do you remember that time
that you and me and Cynthia
and all those people went
down to the lake and we just
had the best time?
- Yeah.
- Just partying our asses off?
Don't you remember
how much fun that was?
- [Gummy] Yeah.
- What was your favorite part?
- Mr. Tripp.
- Quiet, Amelia.
Craftsmen at work,
nine six point game.
Game, gentlemen, an
honor, thank you.
- [Amelia, VO] Where's
my stinking car, Jack?
- [Jack, VO] Lost it
to the basketball guy.
- [Darryl, VO] Security
guard at my school.
- [Jack, VO] Toaster penis
kid wouldn't drive on me.
- Hey doody ball, get
your bush whacked?
- Officer.
(tense music)
Sorry about your loss, gummy.
- Thank you, officer.
Yeah, he was some guy.
- You only got one dad.
- Yup.
- I hope you find
comfort in good memories.
(clicking)
- It was you who beat
Jack out of my car.
(all cheering)
- Make it?
- Yup.
- Take it.
Hey, let me try.
I want a rematch.
- Jack, I don't want your car.
Look, I told him I
didn't want his car.
I put his keys in the
office in his mailbox.
- Right.
- Hey, I'm sorry if I...
- Right.
- We got popcorn.
(solemn music)
- [Gummy] Primo Carnera,
the president of Latvia!
(siren blaring)
(laughing)
- Actually, he was heavyweight
champion of the world, 1933.
- I'll be doggone!
- Uh-uh!
So, you and Cynthia want kids?
- [Cynthia] Nah, we're
afraid we'd eat 'em.
- Cynthia get you into
the drug business?
- What?
- What, what?
Stop saying what, (mumbles)
and you know what it's like...
- Hey, you read the
tag on that thing?
There are restrictions
that you can use it for?
- You sound like an ignoramus,
and so much like me,
at your age so that I
wanna put you in that oven
myself and...
- Amelia, knock it off!
All right, okay.
- Your dad was blessed to
have you working with him
and you are even luckier to
have a dad you still speak to.
So try to get your head
out of your rear end
so you don't live a life
of regret, you hear me?
Okay.
(phone beeping)
- Nurse Amelia, your
order is ready, pick up.
- Okay.
- Ms. Semple.
- What?
I mean, not what, I mean, you
know, not on me (mumbles),
and not you know...
- Okay, okay, okay.
I'm sorry.
And thank you very
much for helping us.
Where's your drug money?
(lively music)
- You give her that come to
Jesus speech, then you rob her?
- She's a drug dealer.
- What are you?
- I'm hungry.
- [Darryl] Well I am gonna
take you to the best open 'til
midnight burrito stand
(mumbles) in the world.
- So what is it
about her, Helen?
- She was really scary.
I thought I should try
to conquer my fear.
- First great love of your life.
- I guess.
- You guess or you know?
- I thought about
the priesthood.
- [Amelia] Are you catholic?
- That was the first impediment.
I think I intuited the
arguments in favor of celibacy.
- [Amelia] What
about castration?
- That would hurt, right?
(chuckling)
(woman humming softly)
You grow up out here?
- Dallas, relationship with the
fifth or six love of my life
and then I found number seven.
(mumbles) preacher, RV.
♪ Italian guy
- Oh, I'm sorry, I
didn't mean to interrupt.
- No, please, go on.
- No.
- [Amelia] You can't stop there.
(singing in foreign language)
- Do you remember this lady?
Mrs. Philips, the nurse
that was so nice to poppy
when he was going to Heaven.
My dad lived up in Creedmore,
I remember your kindness.
I like what you've
done with your hair.
- So you are up awfully
late, have a recital?
- We are looking for
a Matt the Rat series
by Lorenzo Liberti?
- Children's books are
separate, over there.
(subdued music)
- Do you know how many
stars in the milky way?
Where's heaven, do you figure?
- I figure it's between
Jupiter and Uranus.
- So hard for you to
not hide behind all that
glibness, isn't it?
What would happen
if you stopped?
- I don't figure
Heaven's a place.
- Lord, I hope it's
more than that.
Helen gonna figure
out you got cold feet.
- She knows I adore her.
- You missed her engagement
party and don't know whether
to cuss or thank me,
how long you been
having second thoughts?
- I'm not aving second thoughts.
- [Amelia] Yeah, you are.
- So why'd you ask me?
- See if you lie.
- I didn't lie.
- Yeah, you did.
(soft music)
- I am an habitual liar.
I'd turn pro if
there was a league.
- You don't know zip about
women or you'd know she knows
you're having second
thoughts, 'cause she is too.
But like the rest of us, you
think you can make the other
person over in your own
damn image inside the bonds
of holy puking matrimony.
Yeah.
(phone ringing)
Hello?
- Who the fuck's this?
- [Amelia] Don't use
that language with me.
- Kiss my ass, lady,
where's Darryl?
- I will not talk
to you unless...
- Put Darryl on the goddamn
phone and I mean now.
- Do not talk to somebody
with a foul mouth like that.
- Hey, Hel!
- Who was that?
- That was...
- Yeah, hold it,
it's a two part question, who
was that and where are you?
- That was a person who...
- Don't give her my name!
- I can't say her
name but we're about...
- Don't, don't tell
her where we are!
- I'm alone, god knows where.
- Is that the
security guard's wife?
- What security guard?
- [Helen] The one from your
school whose RV disappeared
with you in it.
- How did they find out so fast?
- I don't know what I did
that you would run away
with another woman
on the day of our...
- Did not run away
with another woman.
- If you changed your mind,
why not just have the guts
to spit it out?
Why?
Because you prevaricate,
masturbate, and circumambulate.
Talk, Bumbie, I'm listening.
- I did not change my mind.
- Christ, surely
not Rivera again.
- It had nothing
to do with Rivera.
- Liar, Rivera, again!
- Who's Rivera?
(lively music)
- No, it's all right for you
to look at every PS bellybutton
that passes, every ass
pat in painted on jeans.
- Helen, I have no power in
the world of fashion, okay?
I do not dictate
women's couture!
- We did three hours...
- Speed limit.
- [Helen] But if I so much
as glance at another guy,
it threatens your
rickety manhood.
- Okay, it was more than
a glance, but I told you
I understood, rich Republican
family, your political future,
I forgave!
- You say so,
but you're a guy and
therefore (mumbles)...
- That cop pulls us
over, I'm gonna hurt him.
I'm not going to jail.
- We waited three hours
for you which was two hours
after I ran...
- Helen, there was a time
space continuum problem
that precluded my appearing
as scheduled, now
tune the fuck in!
No, I have to use
language she understands.
- [Dispatch] (mumbles) 416,
(mumbles) 65 (mumbles).
- I did not run off with
anybody's wife, I have been
kidnapped, taken against my
will from point A to point B.
I did not know this
woman before today.
- [Helen] Why don't
I believe that?
- Tell her we're going camping.
(laughing)
- [Dispatch] On duty, 416, I'm
getting a report of vehicle
crash with injury.
(siren blaring
drowning out dispatch)
(car chiming)
- [Helen] Come on, according
to you, you're helpless,
which makes you a punt.
And I cannot believe you are
doing this to me when I entered
this relationship with
the assumption that we
would be honest with each other.
- You know what?
We'll toss this around in person
as soon as you pay the ransom.
- What?
- What ransom?
- [Darryl] The 45
thousand dollars the
person pointing a gun
at me demands for
my safe return.
- But it's almost
midnight on a Friday...
- Ransom.
- Popped out.
- Just came to you in a...
- Second or third
spontaneous act of my life.
- Well, it makes
me look like a...
- Like what?
- Like a...
- A woman who might take money
out of desperation from others?
Here.
We need a gas station
or an oil well.
- Go home, Darryl.
- Go?
- Home.
- But I'm your hostage,
I have obligations!
What are you gonna do?
- Not your problem.
Lay low, think.
- Well, let's think, where
can you hide a 30 foot tin can
with a dead guy
in the cigar box?
- Go on, just get your
things and get out of here.
- No.
- You don't get
to decide, Darryl!
- Trust me.
- Oh, I will never, ever
trust another one of you.
(solemn music)
Help me.
'Cause I'm scared and I
don't know where to go
or what to do.
- I don't know what
you should do either.
But I know where to go.
Even if the cops check the
main house, no one will
think to bring them down
the irrigation canals
this far out.
- Whose orchard is it?
- My family's.
- Your family farms pecans?
- Well, mom's.
Since the mid 1600s,
she runs the business.
My sister is prepping
to take over.
- 1600s.
- Spanish Jews fleeing
the Inquisition to Mexico.
- What happened?
- All the god fearing Catholics
decided to rid the world...
- No, I mean, what did Helen do?
(bright music)
(crowd chattering)
Why'd she kiss him?
- I didn't ask.
- We are just so...
Crouchy, aren't we?
All shuttered and grumpy.
- You're welcome to spread
Jack's ashes here if you like.
- No, too nice for Jack.
I wish he...
(soft music)
Hold on.
- Okay.
(gasping)
- You got any guts, a
single gut, get the job
done, Pooh bear, you
pull that trigger.
And you deliver the sinner.
(grunting in pain)
(shot firing)
(sobbing)
- Jack!
(screaming)
Jack, Jack, Jack!
I haven't told you everything.
Surely god sent his only
begotten son for some real
good goddamn reason.
(solemn music)
We do not have to
be victims, Darryl.
We can change.
We can change, Darryl.
(phone ringing)
- Hello, Helen.
- I have the money,
what do I do with it?
Bumbie?
- She has the money.
- Darryl?
- I don't want it.
- Take it, pay you back,
10 bucks a month.
- [Helen] Darryl?
- Who knows about the money?
Banker, me.
- [Darryl] No cops?
- I am a cop,
Darryl, I am the law.
Just tell me where to go and
I will handle it from there.
It's me, Bumbie.
- How do we know
we can trust you?
- [Helen] We?
- How do we know?
- Oh, playing the
Stockholm Syndrome ruse.
Good, sorry, got it, smart.
Tell her that I will come alone
because I don't want to deal
with the embarrassment
and public attention
that this will bring.
- Okay, well, you have
to really come alone.
- And I will.
- I mean really.
- Get the shit out of your
ears, Bumbie, tell her
I said I would.
(engine humming)
- Okay, she wants you to
put the money in the ugly
briefcase I gave
you last Hanukah.
- [Helen] I love that
briefcase, Darryl.
- [Darryl] Not really, Helen,
the briefcase in the front
seat of the Dodge.
- [Helen] (mumbles) your mom's?
- [Darryl] Yeah.
- [Helen] The cops
think you're well into
Texas and Arizona.
- [Darryl] We hit traffic.
- Why can't I just
hand her the...
Is someone else involved?
(engine humming)
(birds chirping)
(solemn music)
- I have an old friend
from nursing school
runs an orphanage in Chihuahua.
Gonna call her and
tell her I'm coming.
(mumbles)
- Got to.
- No!
(laughing)
- [Darryl] Big finish.
(both laughing)
- [Amelia] Go to
a place (mumbles).
(both laughing)
- Amelia!
(panting)
I thought you...
- No, I trust you.
Point me to the river.
- I'm coming with you.
- Where?
- To wherever you
let me come with you.
- Darryl, you have a
relationship, students...
- I'm replaceable.
- Well don't be!
Be indispensable!
- I like being with you!
- Darryl!
You need a mother, and I am
past my childbearing years.
You're a kid.
- But I'm gonna grow up,
change, like you said.
- I do not want you,
Darryl, we are not available
to each other.
- But hell, you could be.
Available to each other.
- Helen, Amelia, Amie, Hel.
- Shalom, Mrs. Philips.
Where's Mr. Philips?
- Not with us.
- Not with you where?
- Out of the picture.
(solemn music)
- Look, you don't
know what happened
between Amelia and Jack.
- Between them,
not you and them?
You and her.
- I told you, I didn't know
her before, okay, look,
they wrestled over
a gun, it went off.
- So when you say your
husband is out of the picture,
you mean...
- That it was
a justifiable
homicide, he hit her.
She was defending her life.
Tell her she won't go to jail.
- I'm afraid I can't do that
on your world alone, Darryl.
- If somebody hit you
and verbally abused you,
you'd kill them.
- To the contrary, I would
file charges against him
under the law and put his ass
in prison, just like I would
any evildoer.
- Amelia is not an evildoer.
- I've got a SWAT team
out there, Mrs. Philips.
- Hey, you said
you'd come alone!
- Darryl, how was I to
know you actually wanted me
to come alone so you could
run away with your captor
and our life savings?
Mrs. Philips, surrender
to me and I am prepared
to say you chose to trust
the law to take its course.
- But I don't.
- You try to run,
they'll kill you.
And then it won't matter
because you will leave
a decreedence to decide
that for you and they will
feast on you like carrion birds.
- My husband's dead in what
appears to be foul play.
I will not go to prison.
- Tell me the truth,
I'll try to believe you.
Was your husband's
death an accident?
- I don't know.
There was a gun, we wrestled,
et cetera, et cetera.
- Doesn't help me a
lot, Mrs. Philips.-
- Right, so step aside.
- There's nobody out there,
she wouldn't bring help.
She wants to walk you in herself
and be on Larry King Live.
- Gee, Darryl, am I a
different person than the one
you woke up beside yesterday?
- Maybe you're the same, but I...
- Enlightenment under
duress, do you know what
a cliche that is?
Oh, you haven't changed, Bumbie.
- Who am I, Helen?
- You are the same sweet,
intelligent, erratic, neurotic
impractical childishly
romantic man child
you have always been, despite
all my efforts to help
you to a viable reality.
If I made a mistake
there, please correct me.
- What about Black Dog?
- What Black Dog?
(warm music)
- Medication?
- Don't need any.
Give me the weapon,
Mrs. Philips.
- You sure there's
no one out there?
- Yup.
- Yeah, hang on, let
me just let 'em know
they're not out there.
Gentlemen, prepare to take...
- (mumbles) step right this
way, we've got a guided
tour starting right now!
- Put me down, get off!
- [Darryl] Get in there,
Helen, get the cuffs!
- No, really?
- Best idea of many bad ones.
- [Helen] You are
now an accessory!
- [Darryl] Don't worry,
it'll be just fine.
(Helen grunting)
Watch your foot,
watch your foot!
- [Helen] Darryl, indicate
to me that you are aware
that when I bring charges...
- One minute, Helen, then
let the recriminations begin.
(soft music)
- I gotta go.
- Stay.
- I can't.
We are not in love,
Darryl, we are in empathy.
And maybe that's better.
But I'll tell you
this, if I can,
I will let you know how I am.
Maybe we'll see each again.
If you promise to
write me a story.
A good one, a real...
And funny.
(soft, tense music)
(dog barking)
- Danger, come here, come here.
You're a good girl.
(warm Spanish guitar music)
(singing in foreign language)
- Darryl?
What in the world is
this in the toilet?
- [Darryl] Jack.
- Did you kiss her, Darryl?
- Yeah.
- Good.
Bumbie.
I only put your half of
our savings in the bag.
I only put 225 in the bag.
Now let me out of here.
Darryl, I mean it.
You know what?
Never mind.
Locked up here is good, I'm
safe here while the rest
of you whack jobs...
Leave me.
Bring me my bankie and pillow.
- What did you just say?
- [Helen] My bankie.
(laughing)
- [Dispatch] All units, on
that APB for lovebirds Amelia
Jack Philips and potential
homewrecker Darryl Tripp.
Crashed on a bicycle.
Let me confirm this.
Dale Ser, PD advises a
1041 matching Mrs. Philips'
description committed
assault with a deadly weapon
and grand larceny on a
mortician's assistant
as well as one, and we could
be trailblazing here, folks,
one, repeat, do know,
forcible cremation.
Help us, mama.
(fast paced music)
(singing foreign language)
♪ Longing, daring,
training and repairing ♪
♪ Trying to stop caring
about miles not always gone ♪
♪ Hoping, scheming,
staying up and dreaming ♪
♪ Searching for the meaning
and falling way behind ♪
♪ Is it now already,
I'm not sure I'm ready ♪
♪ I had no time to
rehearse this entrance ♪
♪ All these feelings
for instance ♪
♪ Hold that minute hand steady
♪ I'd push it back
if I just knew how ♪
♪ Is it now already, I'm
just not ready for now ♪
♪ London, sunrise,
shining and miles ♪
♪ One day starts, one dies,
sort of like my heart ♪
♪ New life, new chance,
real thing for romance ♪
♪ Better be a new dance
and not just in the dark ♪
♪ Is it now already,
I'm not sure I'm ready ♪
♪ I had no time to
rehearse this entrance ♪
♪ All these feelings
for instance ♪
♪ Hold that minute hand steady
♪ I'd push it back
if I just knew how ♪
♪ Is it now already, I'm
just not ready for now ♪
(lively music)
(serious, soft music)
♪ Daylight is fading,
daylight is fading ♪
♪ All is quiet
♪ Thank you for one more day
♪ Thank you for one more day
♪ The smell of sweet rain,
the smell of sweet rain ♪
♪ Over my shoulders
♪ Thank you for one more day
♪ Thank you for one more day
♪ Daylight is fading,
daylight is fading ♪
♪ Daylight is fading,
daylight is fading ♪