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Okay, I think we need closure with what happened to Nina last month.

Because we all cared so much for her.

It's going to be hard.

But I am going to sit here and pretend to be Nina.

And as you feel led...

...I want you to verbalize to me...

...to Nina, how her suicide affected you.

Okay?

Okay.

Yes.

I just want to say to you, Nina.

That I don't understand how you could give up.

I'm sorry, Gail. Can you forgive me?

What about your son?

He doesn't have a mother anymore.

Why the hell didn't you reach out for help?

You could have called any one of us. We'd have been there.

Will you forgive me?

What about you, Claire?

What about me?

Would you like to say something to Nina?

No.

You know, it might make you feel better to get in touch with your feelings.

Well, then in that case, yeah, I do have a question.

Go ahead.

She jumped off the freeway overpass, right?

Specifically where the 110 meets the 105?

Yes, but--

And is it true she landed on a flatbed truck...

...that was full of used furniture, that was heading to Mexico?

Claire, we should be focusing on our feelings.

And that no one discovered the body...

...until it reached Acapulco. That's like more than 2000 miles away.

That they then sent her body back...

...in a Rubbermaid cooler which then...

...got stuck in Customs for like a week...

...before Nina's husband could even claim it.

Way to go, Nina.

Personally I hate it when suicides make it easy...

...on the survivors. But please, continue.

Here you go. Thanks. Keep all that.

Oh, thanks.

What are you still doing here?

I make a dinner.

I don't want to eat, I'm not hungry.

You must do it, doctor says. Quesadilla?

- What the hell, sure, sure, sure. -Yeah.

Hi, Claire, it's Annette. We all stayed late after you left.

Anyway, not to minimize your feelings in any way at all...

...but we all agreed it might be best if you found another group.

Maybe one to help you deal with your anger issues.

We think you are better served elsewhere.

That's all. Good luck.

Hey, it's me.

Uh, listen, you think I could come by and pick up the rest of my stuff?

Maybe when you aren't there?

I think it's prudent if we don't see each other. Not yet.

"Prudent." I wonder where he learned that word.

Ready.

Oh, yeah, I'm gonna eat this in a few minutes. Okay, I just want some quiet time.

Promise?

Promise. On my mother's grave.

But your mother lives.

Here I want you to take this for overtime.

No, no, no. This is my way.

Come on. Go be with your family.

Okay, thank you very much.

Don't forget, please do not set the alarm.

Oh, yeah, I know. I'm sorry.

It's okay. It's just it's so loud.

Yes. Sleep well, I hope.

Night...

Fuck me!

Oh, God.

Huh.

Nice night, huh?

Good morning.

Good morning. Good morning. Mrs. Bennett.

What time is it?

Oh, you're so cold.

Am I?

Yeah, you poor thing. Come.

Come, come. Okay.

I'm sorry. Mm-hm.

Come.

No. That doesn't work.

Yes, you have to do it.

My sister has a big scar and it's gone.

It wouldn't matter.

- You have to prove it. -Mm-mm.

Is good for you.

Okay, when I'm dressed, I want to go to the clinic. What?

Nothing.

Never take Crescent Heights.

How can you know?

- Because I can feel it. -Ah.

Crescent Heights is like being thrown in a burlap sack...

...getting carted across the tundra by a horse.

I don't understand.

Just-- Just make a left at the light and take Fairfax, please.

Okay.

I'm sorry. Thank you.

Number 47. Number 47.

-It's you. -Oh.

Next time just say my name. Trust me, no one gives a shit.

How's it going?

I'm doing really well. That support group has made all the difference.

Good. I thought it would. Just other women...

Super supportive. Non-threatening.

- Exactly. -Great.

Gosh.

I can't seem to find the authorization from your primary.

Dr. Shipman's office said they sent it over.

I'm sure they did.

I swear I'd lose my head if it wasn't attached to my body.

Heh. I know, I'm the same way. I mean, I write reminders about my reminders.

- Right. -How is your daughter doing?

She's almost a senior.

It's hard to believe. Thanks for asking.

Is she still interested in UCLA?

Uh-huh.

Who knows if alumni recommendations mean anything anymore...

...but let me know when she applies, I'll be happy to write one.

We will definitely take you up on that. You're too sweet.

Mm.

I don't wanna waste your time, I'm gonna go ahead and give you a few Percocets...

...and Oxycontin to tide you over.

Just don't tell anyone.

And I'll call the office and have them re-fax it.

- Great. Thank you. -Okay.

- No, thank you. -Keep up the good work.

Yeah. I will.

You're doing really great.

No. no.

Put that...

You can go home, Silvana.

- Is early. -Not really. It's not actually.

Well, maybe I wash patio.

Silvana, go home. Please.

- Really? -Yeah.

Well... Okay.

Don't do that...

Mm.

Pretty.

Oh, you're full of shit.

Ow.

Take your pants off.

No, no. No.

Here. I found those in the garage.

It's for your kids.

Thank you. Your kids grow up--

Good night.

GIRL You're late.

What's in the box?

For Felipe?

Did that bitch make you do that?

Silvana, drive me to the drug dealer.

She doesn't pay you enough to put up with her shit, Mom.

If I were you, I would just quit.

Can I make you something to eat?

Well, it's true.

Arturo, go away.

I said go away!

What the fuck do you want?

I could use something to drink.

Oh, God...

Go away. Go away!

Why are you such a cunt?

I hate to break it to you, but I don't believe in ghosts.

Awesome. That doesn't mean you're not a coward.

I know.

What's stopping you?

You don't believe in God. Or heaven.

Or hell. You don't believe in anything.

I know.

Do it right now.

- What? -Just do it.

- Stop. Get away from me. -Why don't you just do it?

- Don't be a coward! -Stop it!

Goddamn it, it hurts!

I understand.

Unh! You obviously don't!