Run

It's 24 hours till the next train.

We're gonna have to get a hotel room.

One hotel room...

Ms. Dixie, where am I to sleep?

- Buy it. - It's 600 dollars.

It's a special night. We're in Chicago,

we're together, this is the dream.

Oh! Are my tits out?

Yeah.

But you got great tits, so don't worry about it.

Thank you so much. I'm Ruby.

I'm Alice.

Hey, I'm here, so where are you?

- You found me. - Fiona, I'm not doing the tour!

If I wanted cash, Billy, I'd want a hell of a lot

more than this before I let you forget about me.

I have this money because I fucked up in my job,

so I can never go back.

If you want to go home, I'll understand.

But I really don't want you to.

Billy: So we experience ourselves from the inside,

and other people from the outside.

Don't we?

Don't we?

Yes, we do. Okay.

It's a fact. By the very nature of this dynamic,

don't we imagine ourselves

to be more complex

than the next person?

Turn up the follow spot.

More complex than everybody.

Yes, we do.

Don't we imagine ourselves

to be capable of weirder, darker things?

Self-sabotage, strange counter-intuitive behaviors,

random acts of beauty?

Yes, we do. We do, and because of this,

we distance and doubt ourselves.

We doubt our right to be listened to...

and we doubt our right to be loved.

Shouldn't do that. Stop doubting, start trusting.

Trust in how amazing you are.

Amaze. You.

I'm Billy Johnson, and I've changed your life.

That's not true.

Thank you very much. Thank you very much.

Fuck!

So, last night was...

That was lovely.

Yeah, good.

Good. I mean, I can-I can do better.

No, I wouldn't want it any better.

- So, it could've been better? - No!

- No, you just said... That's not what I said. - Was it... not good enough?

'Cause nobody's perfect.

What-what...

Are-are you trying to say that...

- No. No, no. - Like I wasn't...?

Um, so which time...

- What? - Which time...

like wasn't perfect for you?

It doesn't have to be perfect.

You chose that word.

I just remember it being...

Oh! What?

Just a... just a little more...

Ruby: What?

Uh, a little more...

Mmm...

Billy: Hey, are we gonna make this train, buddy?

Announcer: May I have your attention, please?

This is the final call for the 0800 to Los Angeles.

Please board the train now as it is ready to depart.

Billy: Oh, perfect timing!

At least something's perfect.

I'm a dick, all right?

Yeah.

How long were we asleep?

Hm.

Where are we?

Are those cowboys?

Oh my God...

Oh my God.

Oh my God.

Automated Voice: Hello. No one is available to take your call.

Please leave a message after the tone.

Hey! It's me.

So, I got 32 missed calls from you.

Are you okay? Call me back.

Laurence: Hi there. You've reached the Richardsons.

Leave a message...

Billy: No, it's me. It's me.

Huh. It's my...

grandma, texting from Ireland.

Isn't it the middle of the night now in Ireland?

Yeah, she just, um,

she just taunts me.

Your grandma taunts you by text

in the middle of the night?

Yeah.

That's new.

She's been a nightmare since the new tariff.

You're texting her?

- Yeah. - Maybe don't encourage her.

- She still going? - Yeah.

- What is she saying? - Uh, she's calling me, like, a fecking eejit...

Grandma my ass! What are you hiding?

No! No! No! New rule! New rule!

If something we're saying

sounds unlikely to be true, we... we don't question it.

We just trust that we are wanted and adored.

- Uh... - Come on.

It-it works both ways.

Okay.

- Tickets, please! - Oh.

Oh God.

- Sorry. - Thank you.

You just literally had it on the way into the station.

Yes, I know. Bear with me.

Long day?

Well, it ends tomorrow, so...

Ha! Got it.

Billy: Thank you.

Ruby: I'm gonna go text my grandma.

Laurence, please take my calls. What's going on?

Fiona: Are you following me?

What the fuck!

Who gets a train?

- I love them! - We're so terrible.

I have never ever...

Well, this is the new you.

Laurence won't take my calls

and I just know that something's wrong,

and I think he's screening me.

Try my phone.

- Are you sure? - Yeah.

I'm paranoid he knows who I'm with.

Why?

If it was anyone else, it would be disastrous.

But, Billy?

- Automated Voice: Hello. No one is available... - Voicemail again.

Shit.

Does Billy know about Laurence?

Um...

Yeah, but...

He doesn't know you have kids.

Ah...

Do you like slightly stale coffee?

Can I be very honest with you?

- I think you're amazing. - Oh.

You don't have to say that.

You chose yourself over everybody.

I'm not sure that's noble.

Don't let them have you believe it.

Do you have plans for after the train?

No...

It doesn't seem real yet.

And I have no idea what he's thinking. I mean...

He has this...

big bag of money

from a bank.

- What? - I know!

What, is he gonna dig a hole?

Maybe he just really hates ATMs.

He's such a weirdo.

What are you doin' here?

I am visiting a lumberjack that I met on eHarmony.

Oh...

I should go find the boy.

- All right. - Bye.

Sorry.

Damn it!

Hello, no one is available to take...

Hello, no one is available...

- Please leave a message... - Fuck!

Billy?

Man: Welcome to the Amtrak service to Union Station, Los Angeles.

The dining car and snack bar...

- Hey. - Hey.

Hey...

Will you mind this?

Mm-mmm. I don't wanna look after your money.

It's not my money.

It's our money.

Hey, why is it all in cash?

Because I'm gonna dig a hole for it like a dog.

Alice said you were gonna dig a hole.

- Who's Alice? - My friend

that I met at the department store.

- You made a friend in the department store? - Yeah!

And she's on the train!

What does she look like?

Um, short, pretty,

dark hair.

Did you talk about me with Alice?

Yeah, we may have gossiped.

Do you think Laurence is having me followed?

Hi, Ruby!

Alice!

Alice...