Made For Love

- She lives. Perfect timing.

- How long have I been here? - Uh, about an hour or so.

- Oh, God. - Made spaghetti.

Your garlic bread, too.

I don't know if you noticed,

but there's someone else here also.

Who? Where?

Her name's Diane.

What, you're leaving?

Where's the plane?

- "Ah, it's great to see you, Dad.

"I haven't seen you in ten years...

even though I've only been a couple hours away

from her majesty's castle."

Where's the plane?

Where is the fucking plane?

- I sold it. - To who?

To Ma Voss and her boys.

- Do they still live out on 62?

By the nasty chicken slaughterhouse on 62?

Yes? No?

I'll--

- You got to-- - I know what I'm do--

I can do it. I just-- - You're not flipping it right.

- I'm doing it. I said I can do it.

Just please give me.

Okay, yes.

I left Byron. - Why? What'd he do?

- 'Cause I--Actually, can't talk about it.

- Mm, of course you can't talk about it.

So, um, how long have you two been, uh...

Doing whatever this shit is?

That's mine.

- All right, easy. Easy, easy, easy.

Don't--Watch-- - Get--Move her!

Oh, my God.

Don't.

In the morning, if you want, we can go down

and ask Shane Voss to fly you somewhere.

I think his brothers

use it for their meth shop.

- No, I'm not gonna stay the night.

I have to leave right now.

Oh, and if the news says that I'm dead,

demand to see my body.

Have some spaghetti first.

- He will feed the media a cover story,

saying that I succumbed to a shellfish allergy

or something, but I will be alive.

I'll just be stuck in the Hub, a prisoner of the Hub,

stuck in some cube, getting revision brain surgery

ordered by my husband.

- Have you ever thought of just lowering your standards

in terms of general happiness, hmm?

You and Byron, I don't know what's going on,

but give the guy a break.

You're a handful.

I wasn't the problem.

- You don't have a-a lifelong habit

of breaking everything?

Destroying things?

Two words-- dinosaur museum.

- I was three, and I had poison oak.

- For God sakes, don't let it run.

Don't--

What?

Turn off the water.

Turn off the water!

Shut it off.

All right, pretending to leave your husband

to amass power in the marriage, I respect the move.

- Oh, my God. - Your mother was a master.

But there's an art to it.

Planes, shotguns,

acting like you're running for your life--

it's--it's not elegant.

Plus, he's just gonna say that you're unstable.

Your dick is out.

Hmm?

- It's out. It's right there.

Ooh! Sorry.

Ho--hold on, though! Come on.

Let's talk about it.

- If you didn't want my help, why'd you even come here?

Because Byron knows

that I would never fucking come here.

And I was gonna take the plane.

You can't even fly the plane.

- But I can kind of fly the plane!

Let's get dressed.

Hazel and I are users one.

Easy pussy.

Users one.

Hazel!

Don't shoot! It's me!

Whoa! Hey!

Okay.

All right. That was close.

It's okay. You missed.

Maybe you don't recognize me without my fingers.

That's all right.

I got 'em. Don't worry.

They're right here.

How long, Lyle?

- I don't know, I probably got about an hour or so

before I need to get 'em on ice.

Just don't worry about that.

- How long have I been User One?

- I was trying to tell you in the strip club,

but you were too busy chopping off my fingers to listen!

Three days.

Byron confessed after you escaped.

You're--you're lying.

- Hazel, I'm telling you the truth.

Byron turned on me, too.

He shut down all my electronics.

He wiped out my bank account.

He erased my driver's license, my social security number,

all because I was just trying to help you.

- You would never help me. - What?

- Do you know that I-I stuck up for you

when Byron used to mock you?

Yeah, he mocked you. - Oh.

- He does a brutal impersonation

of you eating an apple.

- We can get through this together.

Right now you are the single most valuable piece

of technology in existence.

You feel me?

Cha-ching.

You--you are really gonna regret

the day that you underestimated me, pal.

What are you doing?

- Well, we both know he's watching.

I think it'd be a little weird

to, you know, pretend that he's not.

And I-I have a plan, but it's not like I can just say it.

- Shit. - I'm your best shot here.

In fact, I'm your only shot. Right, what are you gonna do?

You gonna go to the fuckin' cops?

You gonna go to the media?

You think you can trust those guys?

They--they-- He owns them!

They're in his pocket.

For fuck's sake, this guy is untouchable.

But me, I got a plan.

- No. No, no, no, no, no. - Look, I got--No.

It's okay. I got this, all right?

- What is that? - This is a cloaking device.

- Looks like a shoe bag. - It's not a shoe bag!

- Well, it looks like a shoe bag!

- It's not a fuckin' shoe bag! It's a cloaking device.

Look, I slip this over your head,

and it blocks the signal.

All right? And then...

I take you away,

and I get you to safety.

That car only has one seat.

Yeah, but it's got a trunk.

- Your plan is to put a bag over my head

and throw me in a trunk?

- Well, escaping is not glamorous.

You should know that by now. So let's go.

Ow, fuck!

Oh, I need those! Hey!

Aah! - Okay.

- Aah! Ah, shit, it hurts!

Okay.

Stop shooting me!

Stop freaking me out!

Hazel!

- Hazel! - Stop, Dad.

- Jesus, I thought that was you screaming back there.

Did you hear that? - Yes.

- I think some poor woman is in distress back there.

Just go. You got to drive.

- I think-- - Just go, Dad! Go!

Okay, all right!

I know she loves me.

Dad, go!

Surprise!

Happy birthday.

I know you're not gonna eat the cake,

but I wanted it to look festive.

Is this not okay?

No, it's just no one's ever

thrown me a birthday party before.

Thank you.

Thank you.

Mm.

- Have you ever hit a piñata before?

Come on.

Okay. Here we go.