-Nice place.
-Thanks.
Oh, actually, if you could
take your shoes off,
thatd be--thatd be great.
-Sure.
-Thanks.
Wow. You draw that?
-Yeah.
-Its good.
Its intense, considering
Hes staring right at you
when you walk
through the front door.
Yeah, my roommate
keeps asking me to move it.
How long you been painting?
Since I was, like, 12.
Oh, you can put
your jacket on the couch.
Im gonna grab some water.
To proper hydration.
Oh, I mean, I have maybe,
like, some leftover champagne
from my birthday.
Um, or I actually might have
some cider if you prefer that.
Do you have anything stronger?
My roommate does,
but hes out of town.
I dont think hell notice.
I dont really want
to take his stuff.
What?
Worried about the guy
in the painting?
Oh my God, Im kidding.
Yeah, ciders fine.
Okay, um, coming right up.
I, uh...
Make yourself at home.
You got some
pretty cool sh*t here.
Thanks, most of it
is my roommates.
Yeah, you should see my place.
Its totally barren.
Never got around
to making it cozy.
Oh, I can help you decorate it.
I love that kind of stuff.
I usually dont accept
interior decorating advice
until at least the second date,
but thanks for offering.
Are you hungry?
Uh, not really.
Im really hungry. Sorry.
I think maybe I just, like,
didnt eat enough
at the restaurant.
Um, shishito peppers
are not really
the most filling menu item.
I have a pot pie that Im
just gonna put in the oven
-really quick.
-Oy.
Are you okay?
Huh?
You look like youre jumping
out of your skin.
-Sorry.
-I mean,
you keep dashing
out to the kitchen.
I know, sorry.
You keep apologizing.
Uh, I think
Im just really hungry.
Thats it really.
Youre the one
that invited me here, remember?
Yeah, I think I probably
also just, like, drank
a little too much
at the restaurant.
I think you might not
have had enough.
Youre right.
Um, I am gonna go
into the kitchen,
put this pot pie in the oven,
come back here,
have a cider,
and be normal, okay?
Three, two, one, go.
Previously on Debauchelor...
Busted!
Huh?
Found out
your dirty little secret.
You watch Debauchelor?
This is--
Oh, um, yeah, its ridiculous.
I just was passing
some of the time
before I met up with you.
No, its endearing.
Come, sit.
Stop looking like
you just saw a puppy
get flattened by a truck.
Uh, would you--would you want
to maybe play a board game?
I was doing
some spring cleaning
and I found my old stash.
All right.
I can take a hint.
What do you...
What do you mean?
I mean...
Youre obviously uncomfortable.
And to tell you the truth,
I didnt come here
to play board games
and drink sparkling cider.
If I wanted to do that,
I couldve done that
with, uh, my 12-year-old cousin.
Okay, just wait, I like you.
Im just...
I think I just, like, need
a little bit of time.
Im a very impatient person.
I--Im sorry.
Im not good at this.
Im rusty. I havent
done it in a while.
And even when I am in practice,
Im just not good
at dating, Im nervous.
All right, well, hopefully,
this evening was good practice
and your next date
will go a bit smoother.
Just hold on, okay?
Just hold a second.
Dont--dont leave.
Im leaving, um...
I really hope you do find,
like, a nice Christian girl.
I just dont think that, like,
Im really the one.
Wait.
Im breaking my rule for you.
Really?
I promised Jackie
that I wouldnt be so neurotic
if we met up, so...
All right, well, she did warn me
youre a bit neurotic.
So, okay, then you know
that this is difficult for me.
Like, bringing somebody home
on the first date,
stealing my roommates whiskey,
I dont do this,
its very out of character.
I mean, I guess I am flattered.
You did break one
of the Ten Commandments
to keep me from leaving, so...
I would prefer if you didnt
phrase it like that.
Im sorry.
I should not be putting
so much pressure on you.
I mean, to tell you the truth,
datings not really
my forte either.
Lets just...
press the restart button, okay?
Yes, okay.
To trashy TV
and highly overpriced,
pretentious whiskey.
Not used to
the strong stuff, I take it.
No, its nice.
Um, I have a question.
Go for it.
What else did Jackie
say about me
besides my being neurotic?
I dont know, she said,
um, youre cute,
probably not crazy,
and that was good enough
for me in my book.
Whatd she say about me?
She said that you would
challenge me
and take me
out of my comfort zone.
So, euphemism for
"Im in your face, b*tch."
-Thanks, Jackie.
-I dont think
she meant it like that.
So should I join
one of these reality TV shows?
I mean, I hear these b*tches
are highly valuable commodities.
I would happily write you
a letter of recommendation
just detailing all the ways
you made me squirm
with discomfort.
Is that a joke?
I think thats the first time
youve been anything
but a hundred percent
earnest all night.
Maybe its the whiskey.
Yeah, well, in that case...
lets have some more.
There was one other thing
Jackie said about you.
Oh?
Yeah, she said
you were a good friend.
She must have me confused
with another Molly.
Mm, no.
No, shes right.
I can tell you have
a big heart.
Mm, I dont think
youve known me long enough
to realize
how self-absorbed I can be.
What do you mean?
I dont know, I just feel
a little drunk.
Um, I think
these reality b*tches
are numbing my brain.
This is kind of weird.
I just feel like...
Do you mind if I take a nap?
Mm, yeah.
Um, you can totally sleep here
if you want.
I have, um, I have
extra toothbrushes.
I just want to, like,
close my...eyes.
Um, will you wake me up
if I start snoring?
Yeah, yeah, same.
Will you?
Mm-hm.
f*ck.
What time is it?
Um, hey, I gotta take off.
It was nice meeting you
and everything.
Where the f*ck are my shoes?
Hello?
Someone in there?
Molly!
Youre awake.
Uh, yeah.
Hold on, whats going on?
Are you hungry, thirsty?
I was so hungover
when I woke up,
but it may have been
from transporting
to the spiritual plane
or from the whiskey we drank.
Are you Irenes twin sister
or something?
No.
Im Irene.
Well, then, whos lying
on the couch?
Thats my body.
Your body.
Maybe...Im not following this.
Im sorry, whats happening?
Look behind you.
What the f*ck is that?
Thats your body.
My body. Are we dead?
No, no, were just unconscious.
Unconscious?
Yeah, but you can hear
our heartbeat
if you wait long enough.
You just have to hold
your head to your chest
for a really long time.
Is this a joke?
Is this some elaborate prank
to get back at me
for being a sarcastic as*h*le
last night?
We...
We had an accident.
What accident?
Maybe you want to sit down.
Where?
The couch is covered
by our f*cking bodies right now
for which some reason
were not inside of.
I know, its completely
my fault.
Im so--Im so sorry.
What the f*ck happened, Irene?
I, um,
I turned on the oven
and I think I left it on
and fell asleep.
You cant be serious.
I mean, I put fresh batteries
in the carbon monoxide alarm
every month.
I dont know what happened.
Its stuck!
Were stuck.
Were stuck in time.
Were stuck here.
"Stuck in here,"
what does that mean?
-We cant leave.
-Says who?
Well, I tried a bunch of times,
and every time I tried
to open the door,
Id just end
back up on the couch.
This cant be real.
Youre f*cking with me.
I really wish I was.
You know, when Jackie said
you were cute and not crazy,
she was right
about the cute part,
but totally wrong
about the crazy part.
If youre gonna try
to go outside, be careful.
Are you threatening me?
Cause that sounded a lot
like a threat.
No, its just completely
discombobulating.
I almost puked.
Thanks for the advice,
have a nice life.
What the f*ck?!
Here, take a sip of this,
youll feel better.
Wheres my phone?
Phones dont work here.
Where is it?!
Im sorry,
I know this is crazy.
Please.
Ive been abducted.
Pick up the f*cking phone!
We cant have contact with
anyone in the outside world.
Ive tried everything.
I need to throw up.
Wheres the toilet?
Um, down the hall,
to the right.
This isnt real, this
isnt real, this isnt real.
Its just stupid
f*cking dreams.
This isnt real,
this isnt real,
its just a stupid
f*cking dream,
stupid f*cking dream.
Dont come in.
Um, I know exactly
how youre feeling right now,
but I promise you,
once the initial shock
wears off,
theres honestly
some cool stuff
about being
an incorporeal being.
Incorporal what?
Its like a spirit or a ghost,
something without a body.
Thats a thousand dollar word.
What, did you compete
in spelling bees or something?
Uh, Richmond champion
three years in a row.
Gross.
Um, I promise youll feel better
if you just drink
something warm.
Itll settle your stomach.
Can I please just come in?
Fine!
Whatever.
Hi.
Here.
You know, I was leaving.
I was out the door
when you lured me back in here.
Um, Im sorry, I know.
Im really, really sorry.
I didnt even...
want to come last night.
I wasnt feeling up
for it, but...
Jackie insisted
that I meet you.
f*cking c**t.
Um, I know this isnt really
a good time to bring it up,
but if you could just try
to not curse so much,
that would be great.
Are you serious?
I just--I just
really dont like it.
Its like a pet peeve.
Its like a thing of mine.
Im in here with the worlds
most repressed l*sbian.
Sorry.
That was harsh.
Ive been called worse.
This is good.
Its hibiscus.
"Its hibiscus."
So if were, like,
incorporal ghosts
or whatever,
how come this tea is,
like, not flowing through me
and falling out of my a*s?
Well, we can eat, we can drink,
we can interact with things.
I think its
because everything exists
on a physical level
and a nonphysical level,
so we can manipulate things
in their nonmaterial form
and then, eventually,
theyll return back
to their material form.
I lost you.
Well, um, I woke up before you,
so I was alone for a while,
and I was trying
to kind of figure out
how this world works
and, I mean, it took me
a long time.
I actually made a list
of some of the rules,
if you want to take a look.
"Time moves more slowly here."
Yeah.
What does that mean?
So, I mean, it moves, like,
really, really slowly.
Like, if you look
at the TV, for example,
you can see
this little piece of saliva
coming out of Tracys mouth
while shes screaming at Becky,
but its like watching
paint dry.
So we cant watch TV.
No.
I dont think theres
really cable or satellite
in the incorporeal world.
Well, thats bullshit.
Uh, "The food and drink
in the fridge
replenishes itself."
Mm-hm.
So are you gonna care if I dip
into your roommates liquor?
Its not physically real, so...
Or are you gonna be
all Jesus-y about it?
Um, if you could maybe
not use terms like "Jesus-y."
Its a little patronizing.
But sure, yeah, go ahead.
Be my guest.
"The trash cleans itself up."
Mm-hm.
Okay, well, thats nice
considering Im a real slob.
We can eat as much as we want
without gaining weight.
Yeah.
Okay, I guess incorporeality
does have its pluses.
Did I...
Did I pronounce that right?
You did.
Does it mean I have a shot
at Richmond spelling bee
championship title?
Um, well, spelling
and pronunciation
are two different things.
But you did a really good job.
Im devastated.
So thats just gonna
clean itself up, right?
Um, eventually, yeah, it will,
but if you could just
maybe use the garbage,
if its all the same to you,
thatd be great.
I like to just keep
a clean home, you know.
Well, if its
all the same to you,
Im going to drink myself
into a stupor
and eat myself
into a food coma.
And then maybe when I wake up
from this actual coma,
everything will be hunky-dory.
Wait, wait, wait, wait, wait.
There is one thing
that I didnt put on the list
because I wanted it
to be a surprise.
This whole morning has been
one nonstop nightmare
of surprises.
I guarantee youll like this.
Follow me.
Come.
This is my art supply closet.
Thats the surprise,
that youre a hoarder?
I mean, it was a phase,
but I was trying out
a bunch of new things
stylistically.
Well, I was hoping to try out
a lot of booze stylistically,
so if you could show me
where the liquor cabinet is,
that would be great.
Okay, you mentioned
that you play the viola, right?
I mentioned that
god-awful thing?
Ta-da!
You guaranteed
Id like the surprise.
I want my money back.
My uncle got me this
for my birthday a few years ago,
and then I started learning
and I got sidetracked.
Ive been really, really wanting
to pick it back up again.
You have a lot of trouble
making up your mind, dont you?
Let me guess. Gemini?
Pisces.
Its even worse.
But thats not even
the best part.
Look, everything in here
regenerates itself,
so when you remove it,
it comes back.
We could have two or three
or four of these.
Ta-da!
If Im not allowed to curse,
youre not allowed
to say "ta-da"
like a coked-out magician.
Sorry.
I was thinking
you could give me a lesson.
Hard pass.
Now if youre not gonna point me
in the way of the tequila,
Im gonna put matters
into my own hands.
I have language books, too.
I have Spanish, Italian,
German, even--
-Dont care.
-Um, okay,
well, my roommate is studying
for the bar exam, so--
Oh my God, shut up!
A place like this could have
its benefits, though.
I mean, where else do we have
all the time in the world
to do whatever we want?
Like, whatever
were interested in.
The only thing
Im interested in
is being less sober.
Hasnt there always been
like a hobby or a skill
that you wanted to pick up
that you just hadnt
the time for?
Ah, here it is.
Glasses.
Molly, forgive me
if Im overstepping,
but I dont know
if getting wasted
is the best way to cope.
Ah...
-I was waiting for that.
-For what?
For the moralizing to start.
Im not moralizing.
I just--I just dont
really think
its healthy, you know?
No, no, no.
Im not allowed to curse.
Now Im not allowed
to f*cking drink.
Next thing you know,
Im gonna be
in the f*cking bathtub
getting baptized.
I didnt mean it
like that, really.
Not only am I stuck here
in this incorpal...
Incorporeal.
...incorporeal prison,
Im stuck here with a prude,
hyper-positive nun.
Okay.
By all means, get plastered.
And I really think I dont need
a lecture on whats healthy
coming from someone
who literally just k*lled me.
I didnt k*ll you.
Were still breathing.
Dead, brain-dead,
same difference.
I know about
carbon monoxide poisoning,
and theres no way were coming
back from this in one piece.
Listen, my roommate comes home
this afternoon.
Hes gonna find us,
hell call an ambulance.
Its gonna be fine.
Our brains will be
f*cking pickled by then.
And no offense, but I dont
want to be stuck here
doing arts and crafts
and jigsaw puzzles,
studying for the bar exam
with Aunt Lydia.
Thats better.
Oh, and by the way,
in case you dont follow,
Handmaids Tale.
I know who Aunt Lydia is.
And now youre gonna
f*cking cry
cause I called you Aunt Lydia?
Grow up.
You look like hell.
Jesus, another one.
Are you leaving violas
around the house as mousetraps
or is this your weird,
creepy way
of coaxing me
into teaching you?
Fine, silent treatment it is!
Way out of tune.
I have a question.
Why did you get so upset
when I showed you the violas?
Um...
I had a bad experience.
What was the experience?
Its a long story.
We have nothing but time.
Maybe after
a couple more tequilas.
We have that, too, unless
we get lucky and die soon.
Or I could just suffocate you
with my super annoying
personality.
Im sorry
I blew up on you earlier.
Its okay.
Its not.
You shouldnt have
let me off the hook so easy.
Id rather be a peppy,
uptight optimist
than a cynical, jaded b*tch
like myself.
Well, I mean,
I shouldnt have got
all up in your business.
Who am I to tell you
how to deal
with this situation, you know?
No, I appreciate it.
Its nice having someone care
about my well-being for once.
Ugh, classic Molly overshare.
Please pay no attention
to my self-pity rambles.
We can talk about it
if you want.
Can we get
thoroughly drunk first?
I think I have
some catching up to do.
Welcome to the dark side,
Aunt Lydia.
Can I see it?
Im not done yet.
No penises?
Why would I draw a p*nis on you?
Because in my world,
you wake up with penises
once you pass out at a party.
Okay, I am so sad
that I missed out
on that part of my life
while I was locked away
in my convent.
Oh, wow, is that sarcasm?
I think Im rubbing off on you.
-You want a p*nis on you?
-Mm-hm.
As you wish.
Thats pretty immaculate
for a girl who doesnt curse.
Maybe you are
rubbing off on me.
Jackie didnt tell you
Im like a really bad influence?
Thats a really
beautiful ring, by the way.
Yeah, um, its my moms.
Oh, she gave it to you?
No.
I took it from her
at the funeral home.
Oh.
I took my dads watch too,
but I dont wear it,
its too clunky.
Im really, really sorry
about your parents.
Its...
Its okay.
I was five
when it happened, so...
I barely remember them.
I mean, still...
It must be really,
really, really hard.
Not as hard as that p*nis.
Sorry.
Im sorry.
Im so tired.
My brain is, like, fried.
Do you have a place
I can crash?
Yeah.
Um, you can use
my roommates room.
And I have extra toothpaste
and toothbrushes
in the bathroom.
And, then, in the little
bedside table,
we have extra masks
cause youre gonna need it.
Oh my God, yeah,
its like 6:30 a.m.
The sun doesnt set for, like,
what, like a bajillion years?
That sounds about right.
Hey, Molly...
My dad went to prison
when I was about five.
So...
I know it doesnt really compare
to losing your parents,
but, you know.
I do.
Thanks.
Huh.
Who is this guy?
Pretentious f*ck.
Gross.
Lame.
Ugh, its hideous.
Oh.
Jackpot.
Oh.
It smells super good in here.
Hey, I was gonna surprise you.
Im surprised.
Its a good surprise.
It looks really good, too.
Its like food porn.
Can I say "porn"?
Grab a cup of coffee.
This will be ready in a second.
How come we can get drunk
and stoned and hungry
and high and thirsty,
but we dont have any bodies?
I think it has something
to do with our minds
anticipating
certain psychological states
based on physical behaviors.
Why?
-Are you stoned?
-Yeah.
Why? You want some?
No, thank you.
Im just gonna have to put
all your flattering comments
about my food
into perspective now.
Oh, yeah. Mmm.
Even if I wasnt
stoned right now,
my mouth would
still be orgasming.
Is there any way I can get you
to change your mind
about teaching me viola?
You are beyond persistent.
I mean, come on, its perfect.
Ive been wanting
to pick it back up,
and I have the best teacher
right in front of me.
I taught viola in high school.
It didnt turn out so great.
Hows that?
I wasnt a good teacher.
Come on.
Youre the best viola teacher
in this whole wide room.
Thats cute, but still no.
Fine.
Ill just teach myself.
Youre gonna
teach yourself viola?
Yeah, I taught myself
how to cook and draw.
Mm.
-Well, you have fun with that.
-Thanks.
I think Im gonna wallow
in my own filth,
but if you decide to make
any more food porn,
come knock on my door.
Will do.
Rah!
Cant you just let me wallow?
No ones stopping you.
Yes, you are.
I cant wallow properly
with all that screeching.
Well, if you hate
the screeching so much,
why dont you just teach me?
You engineered this,
didnt you?
Dont deny it.
You knew I was hungover,
you knew I was high.
Ill teach you how to draw.
Im not interested.
Ill teach you how to cook.
Relentless.
Ill cook for you.
Ill be your personal chef.
Ill cook you
a five-course banquet
-every single day.
-No.
Why are you so afraid?
Im not afraid, I just...
I dont want to.
Whatever baggage it is
that youre carrying around
with this thing,
running away from it
is definitely not the solution.
What are you, my therapist?
I did minor
in psychology in college.
Your credentials
are impeccable.
What do you have to lose?
You can only wallow
in your filth for so long.
Fine.
But Im only doing it
for the five-course banquet,
not because you
psych minored me into it.
All right, hold the body
against your shoulder.
And hold the neck
in your left hand.
Ah.
Okay, I regret this.
I have to pee.
Hold on, Im almost ready.
Im not allowed to pee?
You just peed
like ten minutes ago.
I have to pee again.
What are you,
the bladder police?
Are you kidding me?
I told you
it was worth the wait.
Youre like a celebrity chef.
Okay, dont say that
until youve tried it.
Mm.
What have you done to me?
Okay, so does this make up
for my screeches?
And then some.
I dont think
I can be mad at you anymore
for leaving the oven on.
Oh, wait. Wait until you see
what I made for dessert.
No. Stop.
Its too much.
Im gonna cry.
What do you pray about,
if you dont mind me asking?
I just say, "Thank you,"
for the food and the roof
over our heads and stuff.
Even if its not real?
I mean, it feels
kinda real, doesnt it?
Yeah, but its not.
I can still be grateful.
Oh my God.
Oh my God!
Um, do you ever do it?
What? Pray?
No. Im a pretty
hardcore atheist.
Even after all of this?
Yeah, what do you mean?
I mean, isnt this
entire situation
kind of, like, proof that
there is more out there?
I mean, not really.
This could all be hallucination
brought on
by extinguishing brain cells.
I think thats
a little bit of a stretch.
More of a stretch than
the son of God showing up
in some random town,
being k*lled, and then,
coming back from the dead?
I mean, like, "Hey, guys,
Ill be back, gotta bounce,"
and then, 2,000 later,
here we are, still waiting.
I can tell you dont want
to talk about it, so.
I mean, not to mention,
I dont know,
the whole h*m* factor?
Just forget I said anything.
Just enjoy the cake.
Im just saying,
if I was the son of God
and I was all about
love and peace,
and I found out
a lot of b*tches were
murdering people in my name,
I would stop whatever the f*ck
I was doing up there
and put an end to that sh*t.
Sorry for cursing.
Cake.
Eat it.
Im sorry. Oh my God,
I cant believe I just did that.
Yeah, okay.
Quixotic.
Thats 76 points.
You suck.
Oh wait, actually,
with the double-letter bonus,
thats 84 points.
Can we play something
that doesnt depend
on being
a spelling bee champion?
Uh, yeah.
Uh, I have, um, Trouble,
I have Chutes and Ladders.
Lets play the question game.
Whats the question game?
Its like Truth or Dare,
but without the Dare.
So its, like, just
asking each other questions?
Well, yeah, but...
you have to be honest,
and they have to be
juicy and embarrassing.
I think Id rather just play
Chutes and Ladders.
Oh, come on, youre always
pestering me with questions.
Now its my turn
to ask you one.
Why dont you curse?
Um...my mom was just
really old fashioned.
Um, like, literally
the type of mother
who would, like,
wash our mouths out with soap.
So, whenever I hear
the words, I just flinch.
Its like, uh,
like a Pavlovian response.
God, thats intense.
My older brother said
she wasnt always like that,
but it just got really bad
when my dad went away.
Um, and, unfortunately,
thats the only version
of her I knew, so.
God, she sounds almost
as nuts as my grandmother.
Although she let me do
whatever I wanted,
as long as I was
the best in the world at it.
She was a perfectionist?
I shouldnt be too hard on her.
She did raise me.
After my parents died.
And I was the worst teenager
in the history of teenagers.
Wait, why am I
spilling my guts?
You havent even
asked me a question yet.
Um, okay.
Um, whats your deal
with the viola?
Wow, what a glorious segue.
-What do you mean?
-Um...
My grandmother, basically,
she strangled the joy out of it.
It used to be fun
when I was a kid,
but then she started
entering me into
all these competitions
and sending me to the top
teachers in the state.
She was a criminal court judge,
so, needless to say,
she was pretty judgy
and exacting.
And after a while, I just...
I couldnt...
I couldnt take it anymore.
Wow. I did not mean
for this to get so heavy!
Its fine.
Um, lets do a fun one.
How did you lose your virginity?
Oh my gosh.
Um...
It was in college.
Go on.
Um...it was really
late at night,
and I was working
on my final project
for my graphic design seminar.
Thats hot.
There was this girl
in my class.
I had such a big crush on her
for, like, two years.
And we were the only ones
in the studio.
Did you lose your V-card
in an academic facility?
No, I went back to her dorm.
Hey, no judgment.
I lost mine in
the basement of some girl,
I dont even remember her name,
at a chamber orchestra
house party.
But, uh, this is
your story, not mine.
No, thats it, thats--
thats the end of the story.
Oh, come on.
What else happened?
Thats it.
We dated for a while,
and then we broke it off.
Who broke it off?
You or her?
Me.
Why?
Was it because you were afraid
of what your mother might say?
No, thats not
what I was afraid of.
At least not, um,
not the main thing.
Im sorry.
-Ill back off.
-No, its okay.
Im just trying
to find the right words.
Take your time.
I...
I couldnt stop seeing her dead.
What do you mean?
Like...
Every time I was with her,
every time I was
laying next to her,
I would just get these
flashing images
of her lying there,
bleeding out on the sidewalk,
being lowered into the ground.
And it just--it kept on getting
worse and worse and worse.
I thought it would
get better, but it didnt.
And then, eventually,
I started thinking, well...
if Im having
all of these thoughts,
what if I actually cause
something to happen to her,
you know?
And I couldnt...
I couldnt sleep,
I couldnt eat,
and I couldnt tell her
why I was acting
so weird all the time.
And so, then, eventually,
I just decided, well...
if something ever
happened to her,
I would never be able
to forgive myself,
so I ended it.
Im so sorry. Wow.
I know what youre thinking.
Its probably
my repressed upbringing
and Christian guilt.
No.
I have that problem too.
Although I actually
do k*ll the ones I love.
What?
How?
Remember when I told you
-that my parents died...
-Mm-hm.
...and my grandma
took care of me, right?
Yeah.
When I was born,
my mother, she fell
into a deep depression.
I was a pretty difficult baby,
or so I was told.
I cried a lot, never slept,
I had sharp teeth.
One day, my grandma decided
to take care of me
to give my parents a break
for their anniversary.
And when she took me home...
she found them in the garage
with the car running.
Oh my gosh.
Yeah.
That was their anniversary
present to each other.
An escape from me.
Thats not your fault, Molly,
you were just a baby.
You know, my grandma, she...
she did the best
she could raising me.
God, we fought.
We fought about everything.
I wanted to quit the viola
when I was 15...
but she gave me
this big speech
about how she didnt raise me
to be mediocre.
So in response, I...
I decided to take
a bunch of pills.
She found me in the bathtub...
and she had a panic attack,
which triggered a stroke...
and sent her into a coma.
Oh, my God.
Oh, my God!
My parents died from gas
and here I am.
My grandma was sent
into a coma and here I am.
What does it all mean?
Its okay.
-No--no, what does it mean?
-Its okay.
No, it has to mean
something, right?
Its really okay,
its all okay.
-Am I being punished?
-No.
Is this payback
for what I did?
No, Molly.
No, youre a good person,
its not your fault.
-No, Im not.
-Yes, you are!
You have a good heart.
Yes, you are!
Im sorry.
Can I ask you a question now?
Yeah, its only fair.
Its your turn.
Can you forgive yourself?
I dont think so.
Why not?
Because I dont deserve it.
Why do you think
you dont deserve it?
A lot of people I hurt
are dead.
If they cant forgive me,
why should I?
But what if they could?
No.
Why?
Because Im the only person
who knows how rotten
I am inside.
What? No.
If they were to forgive me,
theyd be forgiving
an idea of me,
a lie.
What if somebody could
forgive you for everything,
everything youve
ever done wrong,
every bad thought
youve ever had?
-What, God?
-Sure.
I dont believe in that.
Well, what about me?
Do you believe in me?
Youre not the one I hurt.
It doesnt matter.
I forgive you.
-Its not up to you!
-But its up to you.
You are the only person
standing in the way
of your own forgiveness.
Oh, so, what, I just
click my heels
and I wake up in Kansas
with Auntie Em?
No, but it might
make you feel better.
Try it!
-I cant.
-Why? Just try it, Molly.
-I dont believe it!
-Just try it.
Say it, say you
forgive yourself.
-God, youre irritating.
-Three, two...
Fine, I f*cking forgive myself!
Molly?
Molly!
Molly!
Irene?
Irene?
Molly! Hi!
Hi. Sorry. Okay, so,
I dont want to puke on you.
Okay, thats fine.
Are you okay?
Do you need anything?
Oh, I just need to sit.
-What happened?
-You woke up!
Yeah, I know, but why?
I-I dont know, I mean,
what do you remember?
I dont know,
It was happening so fast.
What were we talking about?
Like, what was happening?
You forgave yourself.
Thats stupid.
I didnt mean it.
I mean, I only said it
because you wanted me to.
Okay, well, maybe
it was like a taste.
Like, maybe if you
actually forgive yourself,
youll actually wake up.
Okay.
I forgive myself.
I really mean it this time.
Nope. Still here.
Oh, f*ck.
What the f*ck could it be?
How did you know
that I should say those words?
Youre the one
that made me say them.
How did you know
I was gonna wake up?
I didnt. I--I was
just as shocked as you were.
Well, how do I--how do I know
if I can even trust you?
I mean, what if, like,
youre controlling
this whole thing secretly?
Like, what if youre
pulling all the strings?
I mean, like, youre the one
that told me about
-all the rules for this place.
-Molly.
Just take a deep breath, okay?
You just got sucked
back into your body
and then ripped
back out of it again.
Its a huge shock
to your system.
Im not getting complacent.
Not like you.
What? What is that
supposed to mean?
You know what it means.
It means, like, all these
elaborate dinner parties
and the c*ck parties
and the violin lessons.
I mean, like, all of it, like,
its just a waste of time.
Like, weve just been
wasting all this time.
Im making the best
out of a bad situation.
What else am I supposed to do?
Find a way out of this prison.
This isnt prison.
I would know.
At least your dad gets to know
when he gets free.
We could be stuck here
for eons and eons.
First off,
my dad isnt gonna get free,
because he has
life without parole.
And, second,
you really cant talk
about being stuck somewhere
for eons and eons.
Do you know
how long Ive been here
since you vanished?
I woke up for, like,
a few seconds.
So, it couldnt
have been that long.
Molly.
Its been weeks
and weeks for me.
I had no idea if I was ever
gonna see you again.
Every time I went to sleep,
I prayed for you to come back.
And every morning,
I woke up and I was alone.
Wait, so that was
the voice I was hearing.
-What?
-Your voice.
I kept on hearing, like, this...
this little voice
when I was awake, and,
I mean, it kept on--
kept on weighing on me.
And I was trying to fight it.
You sucked me back in here.
How was I supposed to know
that that was
gonna happen, Molly?
It wasnt good enough
that you had to poison us both.
You had to drag me back down
when I could finally breathe.
I needed you.
I couldnt be alone here.
Im sorry.
And I thought
I was the selfish one.
Wait, Molly--
Molly, Im sorry.
I didnt mean to hurt her!
I didnt mean to hold her back.
Please, please.
Please, please help her
understand that.
Please, please, please
dont let her hate me.
Its too late.
Hello?
Is someone in there?
She hates you.
Im sorry, honey.
Theres just not
any other way to say it.
Mom?
What are you doing here?
Oh, baby,
Ive heard your prayers.
I mean, isnt this
what you wanted,
for me to come
and help you fix everything?
-Mm-hm.
-Okay.
How do I make it right?
Mmm.
Will you follow me?
Okay, great.
Come on.
Into the closet?
Theres a door in the back.
Its a passage,
and its a special,
magical passage
that will take you
back to your childhood
when you were a little girl,
and your brothers will be there
and your sisters will be there.
Your dad will not be in jail.
And Ill be like I was
before you left.
All you have to do
is take one step.
One step.
Wait, but what about Molly?
What about her?
Well, I cant leave her here,
shes gonna be alone.
Do you think that she wouldnt
leave if she could?
Dont be stupid.
She would be gone
at the drop of a hat.
No. Molly wouldnt
do that to me.
You do not know her,
you dont know her at all.
Shes not a bad person, Mom.
Youre just too young
to remember everything.
Remember what?
To remember that
that little girl
was in the courtroom
with her coloring book
when you father was sentenced.
Her grandmother.
She was the judge
who sentenced him.
Well, even if that were true,
thats not Mollys fault.
That girl has nothing
inside of her but dust.
And her whole family,
all of them,
are cursed by the devil.
Youre not my mother.
No, my mother
wouldnt say those things.
You know...
maybe you arent meant
to be with the rest of us.
I mean, you never really
were the right fit.
Who are you?
What are you?
I despise you.
You know that?
Youre weak.
Always afraid.
Show me who you really are.
As you wish.
You ought to be careful
what you wish for.
Nobody wants
to look at themselves,
not really.
Youre not welcome here.
Dont be ridiculous.
Of course I am.
I live here, in your heart.
-I dont need you.
-Sure, you do.
I am the only one
that isnt gonna leave you.
Your mother, father,
brothers, sisters,
Molly especially.
Eventually, theyre all just
gonna grow tired of you
or die out.
Everyone but me.
Even death wont do us part.
Molly?
Molly, please,
I need your help!
I cant get out!
Isnt that your biggest fear,
being alone?
Why are you fighting so hard?
Come with me into
that warm, dark hole,
and I promise you,
you will never be alone again.
Leave me alone!
Who is it? Hello?
Irene, are you okay in there?
Who are you talking to?
Yeah, yeah, Im fine.
I heard you yelling my name.
No, no, no,
its fine, its fine.
Can I come in?
No, um, its really
messy in here,
I just need to clean it up.
Coffee?
Im fine.
-Joint?
-Im good, thanks.
How bout an apology?
Im the one
who owes you an apology.
If I had know I was
dragging you back down here,
I never would have prayed
for you to come back.
I mean, you have every right
to try and wake back up.
But I dont wanna be
stuck here forever.
I dont wanna die here.
Im sorry.
Hot off the press.
What is that?
Its a contract.
What does it say?
Read it, dummy.
Okay.
Okay.
"I, Molly Olivia Krazinski,
will never abandon
my friend Irene.
I...I will cherish
her friendship and never
take her for granted.
I will respect her wishes
and personal space
and never swear
in front of her again.
I commit myself to learning
and making the most
of our situation,
and when I fall short
of these lofty ideals,
I will forgive myself
and start anew."
My grandmother died
in a coma for five months.
I cant help
but keep on imagining her
in the hospital room,
hovering above
her body all alone.
You and I
are in this together.
I would never leave you.
Okay, so...
Now I need you
to do me a favor.
Okay.
I...
would love it
if you were
to smoke this joint with me
and teach me how to bake,
cause food tastes way better
when youre high.
Okay. Those are terms
I can agree to.
Sorry. I keep messing up.
Thats okay.
Well practice
the concerto next time.
Are you sure
Im ready for that?
Positive. Youre getting,
like, really good.
No, Im not!
Thank you, though,
youre a good teacher.
So are you.
My self portrait actually looks
a little bit more like me,
not a sentient cactus.
Well, its the prettiest
cactus Ive ever seen.
Hows your Italian going,
by the way?
"Spacca la faccia!"
Hows your Japanese?
Um...
"Ja arimasen."
Its not very good.
Yeah, I probably butchered
that pronunciation as well.
-Thanks.
-Youre welcome.
Whats wrong?
Nothing, Im fine.
Its your mother
again, isnt it?
Ive been hearing
her prayers all morning,
and it gets, like,
really intense,
and then it kinda dies down,
and then it gets
really intense again.
What is she praying about?
Just the normal
morning prayer stuff.
Like...that me and my brothers
and sisters are happy.
That my dad will stay strong.
That...that her knees
will stop aching.
That, uh, that her lottery
tickets will get lucky,
and that her cat, Jerry,
will have a safe,
healthy pregnancy.
Jerry?
Stuff like that.
Has she said anything about us?
I mean...
what would she say?
They havent found
our bodies yet.
I know, I know,
I shouldnt be complaining,
cause Im so lucky that I
have a family and a mother,
I know that.
But...
Id be lying if I said
I wasnt terrified
about what happens
when they do find us,
and its just, like,
k*lling me that I cant
talk to her
or tell her Im okay,
hold her hand and stuff.
Sometimes, I think
about how I dont have
anyone who cares about me.
Its sad.
But, like, at the same time,
I feel weirdly
less anxious about it,
because if I die,
I wont break anyones heart.
Thats not true.
I wish Id told my mom
I love her more.
She was really tough on us,
but she was still fair,
you know?
I just miss her.
Ill be fine, I just need
a minute, sorry.
I need something
to distract me.
I have an idea.
What?
How would you feel about
going on a date with me tonight?
Hasnt this whole
entire situation just been
one never-ending date?
Yeah, but I mean, like,
an actual date.
Not one where were
getting wasted all the time
and playing board games.
Are you asking me out?
I mean...not out,
because we cant go anywhere,
but...
I guess Im asking you in?
You know, our first date
was just so blecch.
I think we deserve a redo.
That was by far the best date
I have ever been on.
It doesnt have to be
over already.
Im so glad
that Im here with you,
of all people.
I keep on thinking
about how awful it would be
if I was just stuck
with some random girl
off, like, a dating app.
I just went on a date
with this girl
who used to be
a former child actor.
She wouldnt stop
showing me pictures of her
when she was a kid,
it was insufferable.
I went on a date
with a vampire hunter.
Like, thats what they did
for a living.
I once dated a flat-Earther.
Wait, did you think
the Earth was round?
No, Im too high for sarcasm.
I have a question.
Fire.
What happened last time
you were, um, unconscious?
You mean, when I wanted
to k*ll myself?
Yeah, thats what I meant,
I just didnt want
to phrase it like that.
Uh...I dont know.
It was dark.
Uh, I couldnt really
see anything.
But I felt a presence, a woman.
She held my hand
and understood my pain.
What?
Why didnt you
tell me this before?
I dont know, I guess I forgot.
Well, who do you think it was?
I know this is
gonna sound crazy,
but she sounded like you.
It doesnt sound
crazy, actually.
I used to have
an imaginary friend
called Molly
when I was little,
and my brothers and sisters
would all go out
to play in the yard,
and I would just sit in my room
and play with her
and talk to her.
And I told my mom that
I was gonna get married to her
and live happily ever after,
I was so sure.
This cant just be
a coincidence.
No, I think it means
we were destined for each other.
Maybe we met each other
in a past life.
Thats not very atheist of you.
Maybe Im not
as much of an atheist
as I thought I was.
Ive always liked
the idea of reincarnation.
What would you come back as?
Maybe an ant.
An ant? Why?
Ants are so selfless.
All they do is
serve their queen.
Theyd sacrifice their life
for her in a moment.
I wish I could live life
like that...
instead of being constantly
wrapped in my own bullshit.
I dont think
youre as self-absorbed
as you think you are,
you know?
Youre actually
a really beautiful,
generous, kind-hearted person.
Even if that is true,
its because of you.
You made me
look outside myself.
I wish we knew each other
when we were younger.
I feel like we could have
helped each other so much.
Like, just having you
in my life,
it just makes sense.
I wasnt ready to love you
when I was young.
I thought I was unlovable.
I thought I didnt
deserve to live.
Do you still feel that way?
No.
Now?
I want to live.
You make me wanna live
a happy, long life.
Stop, Im gonna cry.
I feel like I can finally...
feel myself, you know?
Like, see who I truly am.
Me too.
Im not scared of anything
when Im with you.
Im not even afraid...
of losing you.
Cause I know youre always
gonna be with me.
I will, I promise.
Molly?
Molly! Where are you?
Okay, its okay.
Its okay.
Breathe.
No.
Help!
Wake up.
Were free.
Please let her be okay,
God, please.
Please let her be okay,
please let her be okay.
You are doing
exceptionally well.
No lasting brain damage
as far as we can tell.
I need to see her.
She needs me.
Molly, we talked about this.
Okay? We put in a request
with her family,
but they need to approve.
But its already
been weeks for her.
Months.
Years.
She needs to know
I didnt abandon her.
Lets worry
about your care, okay?
Well have to keep you here
and monitor you
for the next couple of days,
but theres no reason
you shouldnt make
a full recovery.
Youre very lucky.
Im starting to forget.
Forget what?
Everything we did,
everything we learned.
I cant even remember
how to say hello in Italian.
I think its ciao.
Why did I wake up and not her?
Why didnt we wake up together?
Like I said, youre very lucky.
Sometimes theres no
medical explanation
other than that.
All right, lets check
your breathing.
In.
Did you check with her family?
Can I see her?
I checked with them,
but theyre not comfortable.
Im sorry.
What do you mean?
I know thats not the answer
you were hoping for,
but we need to respect
their wishes.
I really need to see her.
I know, but theres nothing
that I can do.
Now get some rest,
and if everything
continues to go well,
then you should be good
to go home tomorrow.
Okay?
Okay, goodnight.
Hi.
Its me.
I dont know if you can hear me.
I dont even know
if youre here right now.
But Im gonna do everything
I can to make sure you wake up.
Whos there?
Who are you?
Whats going on?
Oh my God, Im so sorry.
I didnt know
anyone else was here.
Who are you?
Im a friend.
I was with her
the night of the accident.
Molly Krazinski?
How do you know who I am?
Well, the nurses told me
when you asked if you could
come and see Irene.
Of course, I said
I dont actually know
a Molly Krazinski.
The only one I knew
was the honorable
Cynthia Krazinski,
and she put my husband away.
Course, then I remembered,
remembered
the little blonde girl
in the courtroom
with the pigtails.
Im so sorry.
I dont know what happened
with your husband.
I dont know why
my grandma sentenced him
the way that she did.
He was driving
the getaway car, thats all.
She knew he had a little kid.
My grandmother was cold.
She was harsh.
But she always did
what she thought was right.
And what about you?
Is this the right thing?
Come sneaking into
my daughters hospital room
in the middle of the night,
its 4:00 in the morning.
I just wanted to see her
for five minutes.
Havent you caused enough pain?
Im not my grandmother.
I have a right to be seen
for who I am.
And I have a right to be here
protecting my daughter,
undisturbed by you.
So, get out.
No, you go, you get out.
Youre up early.
I cant sleep at night.
Too used to daytime.
Well, I brought you
some nice, hot breakfast.
Todays the day
you get to go home.
I cant leave here without her.
You cant stay, honey.
The doctors say its time.
I still feel sick.
Weve run every
sort of test we can.
Youre remarkably healthy.
I cant abandon her.
I made a promise.
Look.
Irene is in the best of hands.
And her family has been
by her side the entire time.
Now, please, have your breakfast
before it gets cold.
Okay?
Where are you?
I just...I just wanna see
your face again.
Hi.
Sorry I didnt bring anything.
Just kind of
a spontaneous visit.
And, yeah, I know...
its been a while.
I met someone.
Finally.
I think youd really like her.
She helped me pick up
the viola again.
Shes been teaching me
how to cook,
shes been teaching me
new languages.
Shes so special.
Irene?
Is that you?
Please show me a sign.
Ill keep trying.
I have to see you.
I promise that Ill keep trying.
You know me.
I was a patient here.
Its not like
Im some crazy person
off the street.
I wish I could help you,
but I cant let you up there.
Even if its just for
like five minutes.
Im sorry, family only.
What if my face was
the last one she ever saw?
Does that not count
for anything?
You again?
I need to see her.
This is a family matter.
Please.
She is my family.
Shes the only family I have.
Her friend told me
that it was a first date,
so you really
dont know her at all.
You just--
you wouldnt understand.
I dont need
to understand, okay?
Goodbye.
I know what you pray about.
I know you pray about your cat
Jerry and her kittens.
I know you pray about your knees
and your lottery numbers
and your husband and your kids.
I know how much you love Irene.
Who the hell
do you think you are?
You dont know me.
You dont know her.
Stay away from us.
I love your daughter
just as much as you do.
Oh, how dare you?
Please.
I need to get back to her.
And youre not gonna like
this decision I made.
But whatever happens...
I want you to know that...
I love you.
And I forgive you.
And that I dont
hate myself anymore.
Hey there.
Who might you be?
Deliver a message
for me, will you?
Tell Irene Im on my way.
Hey, baby, I wanna come see you.
Please, please let me see you.
Please, Im coming.
Please...
Im coming, baby.
Im on my way.
Promised Id never abandon you.
Thats the sad ladys room.
You shouldnt go in there.
Whos the sad lady?
Shes been here for a long time.
She never comes out to play.
Sometimes you can
hear her talking,
or crying, or yelling.
Thats why Im here,
to help her.
Are you Molly?
How do you know my name?
I gotta go now.
Goodbye.
Irene?
Irene, its me.
Who?
Molly.
Its me, Molly, remember?
I came back for you.
I tried to come see you
in the hospital,
but they wouldnt let me.
Why?
Because Im not family,
and I tried to explain to them
what weve been through--
No, why did you try
to come visit me?
What do you want?
What do I want?
I love you.
I risked my life
to be here for you.
Its too little, too late.
Irene.
I know you must have spent
ages in here,
and Im so sorry.
I just...
Im here now,
thats all that matters.
I met your grandmother.
What?
This was her room.
Back when she was sick.
But of course
you wouldnt remember that
because you never came
to visit her.
I was different back then.
I changed.
You know that.
No.
No, people dont really change.
You were selfish then
and youre selfish now.
Irene...
She told me everything.
How you bullied
the other viola players.
How you wrecked her car
and almost k*lled someone.
How you f*cked your way through
the entire cello section.
Youre not
really Irene...are you?
I was crushed when you left me.
And then I realized
it was the best thing
that could have
possibly happened.
I dodged a f*cking b*llet.
Irene wouldnt talk like that.
She wouldnt say those things.
How do you know
what I would say?
You dont know me.
The amount of time
that Ive spent with you
is nothing compared to
the amount of time
that Ive spent here alone.
Who are you?
Show yourself.
Its funny...
how you thought
that you could make up...
for all those years of neglect
by bringing some flowers
and candles to my grave.
What Id really appreciate...
is if you would pull
your life out of the toilet.
Youre not my grandmother.
When I told Irene
about how much pain you cause
to those you love...
she decided shed
be better off without you.
Looks like youre stuck...
with me.
Im not afraid.
Who are you?
We had to do it.
It was the only way
we could be free.
You ruined our lives.
We couldnt stand it.
We thought about putting
you up for adoption,
but we couldnt inflict you
on some poor, innocent family.
Death was our only choice.
I know who you really are.
Youre me.
Youre all the thoughts I had
when I hated myself the most.
Stop hiding, Molly.
I see you.
You f*cked up.
Youve been running
from me your entire life.
And now I finally have you
right where I want you.
Where is Irene?
What did you do with her?
Why do you think youre
so special to her anyway?
She probably
doesnt even remember you.
I dont believe that.
Im just trying to help.
I mean, what if she doesnt
even love you anymore?
I know she does.
I can feel her presence here.
Youre wasting your time.
Irene?
She doesnt want you
to find her.
Why would she?
You abandoned her.
Tell me where youre hiding her.
Or what?
You have no power over me.
Ive been running the show
since the cops
dragged Mommy and Daddy
out of the garage.
I offered Irene a deal.
If she would just let go
of her grip on life,
it would set you free.
But she was too...afraid,
too...weak.
And now look at what
youve done to yourself.
I forgive her.
And I forgive you.
Excuse me?
I forgive you
for all the thoughts
you made me think.
I forgive you for all the ways
you made me hate myself.
Cute.
But I dont buy it.
I mean...
youve never been able
to forgive anybody.
I forgive you.
And I love you.
How could you say that?
I took your will to live.
I made your life
a f*cking nightmare.
You dont love me.
I know you dont.
I love you.
And I accept you.
You dont mean it.
Youre just saying that
because youre trying
to get rid of me.
You hate me, I know you do.
Admit it.
Thank you for protecting me
for all these years.
Goodbye.
You came back for me.
Of course I did.
How did you find me?
No, never mind.
Im here now,
thats all that matters.
I was starting to worry
you werent gonna come.
I need you to listen
to me carefully.
I know what needs to happen now.
Youre going to wake up...
but Im not.
Wait, what? Why?
When I kissed her,
I saw clearly for the first time
what I need to do
in order for you to live.
It can only be one or the other,
not both of us.
No, no!
What? Molly?
Well, you cant leave me.
Molly, Ive been waiting for you
for as long as I can remember.
This is what
I need to do, Irene.
What we need to do.
No, Molly, stop, stop!
I cant live without you!
Ill never leave you,
not really.
I made a promise, remember?
Molly, dont go!
Molly!
Molly!
Molly.
Molly. Molly.
Oh, my God, youre awake.
Wheres Molly?
You need to get back into bed.
-Yes.
-No, where is Molly?
Easy, easy, easy.
Its okay.
Its okay, slow down.
Shes dead, isnt she?
Easy, easy, easy.
Im not supposed
to let you in there
unless youre immediate family.
I am her only family.
I know you meant a lot
to each other.
I took care of her
when she was my patient.
And all she talked
about was you.
We should be able to give you
five minutes with her
before we transfer her
to the morgue.
Okay?
"I, Molly Olivia Krazinski...
will never abandon
my friend Irene.
I will cherish her friendship
and never take her for granted.
I will respect
her personal space and wishes
and never cuss
in front of her again.
I commit myself to learning
and making the most
of our situation,
and when I fall short
on these lofty ideals...
I promise to forgive myself
and start anew."
I remember you giving me
that contract
like it was yesterday.
You kept all of your promises.
All of them.
And I promise I will never,
ever forget what you did for me.
Baby?
My gosh.
Oh, my God.
I cant believe youre home.
Oh, honey.
How did you get here?
Come in, come on.
Heres your blanket.
There you go.
Now, okay, this tea is ready.
Are you hungry?
Do you need a cookie
or a biscuit
or something, sweetheart?
Im okay, thank you.
And then, biscuits.
You must be so hungry
after being in that hospital.
Oh, gosh.
So, I talked to your brothers
and your sisters,
and theyre all
on their way over,
theyll be here soon.
Sweetie, we have been
praying for you.
All of us have been praying
so much for you.
I know you did, I heard you.
You know, I have to say,
I am really angry
at the hospital,
because they have
absolutely no right
to have you getting on a bus
when youre sick.
It makes me so mad.
No, I asked them
not to call you.
What?
I just needed to be alone.
I just needed to think
about some things.
And I need us
to give Molly a funeral.
Why on earth would we do that?
So that she can be remembered.
Baby, I just saw her
at the hospital.
Oh, shes very much alive.
Shes not.
She sacrificed her life for me.
I dont understand.
I dont need you to understand.
It doesnt need
to make sense to anybody,
but this is what I need to do.
I do understand, but a funeral?
Thats what the family does.
I mean, its
their place to do it,
theyll want to do it.
She doesnt have a family.
Im the only person
she ever had.
Ill pay you back,
Ill do whatever.
Oh, its not a matter of that.
Are you sure this
is what you want to do?
Yes.
Yes.
I need to do this.
I love her.
She saved my life.
What is it with you
and this girl?
I need you to forgive her.
I need you to forgive her,
and her grandmother,
and Dad, and me, and yourself.
Why?
Because I love you, Mom.
Thats all.
Well, how can I refuse that?
Ill try.
Thank you.
-I love you so much.
-I love you.
-Thank you.
-Of course.
I love you so much.
I love you, Mom.
Thank you for everything.
Ill see you at home.
Ill see you.
Okay.
I brought you this
in case you get bored.
Figured you might miss it.
Ill be back tomorrow
with some fresh flowers.
Dont go just yet.
Remember how to play our song?
Im rusty.
Its okay, so am I.
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