SMILF

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I survived.

I'm one of the lucky ones.

Cut.

Fly in Wardrobe.

Oh, hi.

Hey, uh, you forgot to put these in.

Oh, no, no, no, I didn't forget.

I just didn't think they were important.

Uh, they're important.

Whoo, hot tray, hot tray!

Ooh, cold spray!

All right, quiet, everyone.

And cue water.

I'm the cue water?

Yes, cue... yes, cue the water.

I turn it on?

Cue it, yes.

Oh, okay.

Cue water. Kind of cue it hard.

- P-pull it out hard. - Oh, pull it out?

- Or is it a push? - I don't know.

It's not a push.

Get ready for some Tums.

Shit, that burns my gums. Ahh.

Throw your head from side to side 'cause, you know,

you're-you're remembering the war.

Yeah, no, it's-it's okay if the bathing suit falls down.

Just kind of go with it.

Now kind of o-open your lips a little bit, yeah.

And kind of lick your lips. Yeah, that's great.

But keep crying, because every day is a living nightmare.

And kind of, you know, whip your hair

from side to side.

Shake off that PTSD.

- How was practice today, Ty? - It was good.

Coach have you lined up in the slot again,

or will you back out wide?

You're gonna have to watch me on Sunday.

FriendOfFatty6969 wants me

to finish off this ice cream,

and you know how much Mama

loves ice cream.

Is it safe to say your move to slot receiver

is a new phase of your career?

What, you're, like, an expert on slot receiver, huh?

Excuse me?

No, it's just funny hearing a female talk like that.

I...

Ohh, so good, mm.

Where's the accent from?

Australia.

Oh, like that chick from Suicide Squad?

What's her name again?

Margot Robbie.

She's almost as tight as you.

You have a good one, all right?

And you heard it here first.

Uh, this is Nelson Rose reporting on NECS.

Look at the camera and kind of, you know,

get-get mad at the camera.

Like the camera is PTSD and you're gonna give it

that "fuck you" look, you know?

"I don't need you, PTSD."

Yes, cut!

Whoo! We got it. Great work.

Thanks for the job opportunity.

Oh, no, thank you.

What? Twenty-eight bucks?

Man, I took a shower for you guys.

Motherfucker.

I do love sushi.

Bridgette, please.

- - Fuck.

I know you're home. I just texted you.

Please open the door. I need the rent.

You know I have keys. I can open the door myself.

- You can't do that! - See? Bridgette?

You can't do that.

Why are you going to lie to me?

Please, I just...

You have to pay the rent, please.

I would let you in, but Larry just fell asleep.

That's okay. I don't have to come in.

I need the rent.

George...

It's important, I know.

You wanna get high?

Yes, very much.

- Come on. - Okay.

- Come on. - Thank you.

- I can't thank you enough. - No, it's okay.

I keep it around just for guests.

Things have been very different at my house.

My-my father has been very angry,

and this morning, I was asleep,

and he beat me awake.

What do you mean?

- I mean I was sleeping... - Yeah.

And then he come in and...

he beat me until my eyes open.

- Man... - I cannot.

That's such bad news.

Well, it was so good to hang out with you. Um...

- Bridgette. - What?

Listen to me, my father is not

going to let you live here

if you don't pay him rent.

George, but we're smoking buddies.

You can't kick out your smoking buddy.

- It's not because I need it. - Yeah.

My dad is downstairs.

Your dad is downstairs?

He drove me here, and he's waiting in the car.

George, why didn't you tell me that?

Because... what do you want me to do? I...

Wait.

- Okay. Bye. - What'd he say?

He said... I have to go, okay?

Tomorrow, all the rent, please.

- Please. - Fine.

- I'm taking the weed. - What? No.

No, then take it off the rent.

You gotta take it off the rent.

- - Oh!

- I'll just do that again. -

Um, actually, you know what?

I must've forgot to add money on this month.

- Yeah, sorry. - Excuse me.

Can I... you just... Can I, just this one time?

I just paid my rent.

Come on.

I'm a single mom.

I am too.

You are? How old's your kid?

- Bye. - Oh, bye? Okay, cool.

Thanks a lot. Um...

safe driving out there.

Hope you don't, uh, get in any accidents.

Thanks.

Okay, bye.

Thank you.

Fuck.

I found it.

Yeah, good.

Doc's got me doing these Sudoku things

to keep my brain sharp.

Fuck if I could do it before I had the stroke.

I damn sure can't do it now.

- Sorry, Joe. -

Yeah, Ma keeps that cellar a fucking mess.

Where is she?

She's with, uh, Hildie, who's a wreck.

Why?

She caught Paul trying to sell himself

as a sugar daddy on Craigslist.

Paul is trying to pay girls

to hang out with him?

I don't know.

He has no money.

Maybe he's paying 'em with sugar

or candy or... I don't know.

Oh!

It is in here.

- Look. - What is it?

It's a signed USA Dream Team

jersey by Jennifer Azzi.

Oh, my God, I used to write herthese letters

like, asking her how to become a professional basketball player.

So what are you gonna do with it?

I have to sell it.

No, don't do that.

Hey, well, there's that temp agency, uh,

Career Man, up the street.

I can't work full-time, you know?

'Cause of Larry.

Oh, right.

I could introduce you to Paul.

Paul can't afford me.

Hey, he can't afford me.

Yeah, you know, don't listen to me.

I-I shit in a bag. What do I know?