Humboldt County

When I came home from the clinic, everyone was asleep.

Normally they'd hear my truck.

We live in the middle of nowhere.

I parked it about a half a mile down the road

and I walked home. But my boyfriend heard.

Hmm.

He hears everything.

When he came in to see what was wrong,

I just tried to pretend to be asleep.

But I couldn't hold it in.

I started to cry.

Go on.

Sorry.

I was bawling my eyes out.

He held me.

And I wished...

I wished I hadn't done it.

I wished...

It was still inside me and it was still alive.

Mm-hmm.

I've had four of them now.

I don't know why, but when I make love

I can't feel anything.

Shh!

- Sometimes I think... - Mmm.

Well...

I can't really see

a reason to keep trying,

to keep going.

Aren't you supposed to say something?

I mean, I just told you

I'm thinking about killing myself

and have no reason to live.

Um, yeah. Yeah.

I think a prescription of, uh,

Paxil, uh, might be the uh,

the right prescription.

Mm-hmm.

Okay.

Anything else, Peter?

Hmm?

Um, "...Can't feel anything...

Reason to keep going..."

Paxil?

Really?

All right. Sandra, you're up next.

Okay.

He said you should go in now.

Oh, thanks.

He's a bit of a curmudgeon, isn't he?

He's... he's not so bad.

I have something for you.

- Here. - Peter?

Later, alligator.

This an acceptance into one of the best

residency programs in the country.

I was hoping this meeting would be a celebration.

But I... I have to fail you.

What?

I can try harder.

I've been studying nonstop.

I haven't slept in three days.

I'm doing rounds, I...

- I'm a little... - If today's exam had been real,

you would have put a life in danger.

And although I believe you could make a great doctor,

I have my own moral imperative.

But dad,

if I fail, I won't graduate.

I'll lose the residency.

Peter,

we worked so hard for this.

I'm unbelievably disappointed.

Congratulations.

Mmmm.

Idiot.

Thank you, everybody.

Thank you.

My band!

That place was too noisy...

Puts my brain in such a huff.

Hmm.

So, you're an actress or a singer or something?

Those are just little gigs when I'm coming through L.A.

- Mmm. - You seem so sad.

Oh, um, my name's Peter Hadley.

- Hi, Peter Hadley. - Hi.

I'm Bogart.

Is that your real name?

No.

Uh, oh, um...

Er er... You're trapped!

Trapped.

Oh, sorry.

I should tell you, I've never really, uh...

I mean, um...

I don't know how to put this.

I don't really have any money.

Do you take checks?

Oh, wow!

Oh my god.

Peter Hadley! Oh, wow!

- I feel terrible. - Oh my god!

Oh, Peter Hadley.

I'm sorry.

Man, oh man, can't a girl just have casual sex anymore

without being labeled some kind of a...

- No no no. - But...

No no no. I mean, yes.

Uh, yes, casual sex. I just...

- I just, um... - Yay.

I just didn't think you were actually interested.

Huh. Peter Hadley.

I'm sorry.

You're just not too good with people yet, are you?

What do you... Mmm.

What are you doing?

Going for a drive.

Where are you going?

Going home. Want to come with me?

Are you sure you want to come?

Huh?

It's a long drive. Are you sure you want to come?

Yeah.

Okay. Do you need anything?

No.

Okay.

Bogart?

Where are we?

Home.

Is this Malibu?

No.

They call this the last coast.

It won't be last for much longer, I can tell you.

Wal-Mart is marching in.

Oh god!

Are we chasing someone?

And don't be fooled by the whole

peace-love-nature-hippie,

you know, spirit-thing.

People that have moved here take the business of marijuana very serious, you know?

Wait. Marijuana?

Like drug, uh, pushers?

"Drug pushers." No, growers, farmers, you know.

Not me. I got out.

Here, grab the wheel for a second.

Uh, I think that's a...

We're fine, we're fine. You're good.

Thank you.

Should you be smoking while we're...

Oh yeah, believe me,

I need it.

It's all gravy in the Navy.

Are you ready?

For?

Uh, Bogart?

Hello?

Bogart?

Bogart?

Oh god!

Fuck you!

Oh god.

Fuck you, motherfucker!

Jack, put down the fucking gun!

What is going on here?

Oh, Rosie's roses were so beautiful this year. They were just beautiful.

They were gorgeous.

And then this little cocksucker deer...

What is it, Jack?

How many times have I told you

not to sneak up on us like that?

Now you march yourself out here

- right now, little miss! - God damn it, Jack!

- You could have killed our...! - Sorry, grandpa.

I was just playing.

Oh, Annabelle!

You are getting so big I can't carry you.

Where's your daddy?

- Come on inside. - Hi.

Earl Earl Earl!

Good to see you, buddy.

It's good to see you, man.

Yeah, been a while.

- Hey. - Looking good.

So are you.

Good god.

Hi there.

Are you a kitty cat?

Oh, no thank you.

Thank you.

Putting dogs on leashes is a goddamn shame.

Think about it... Dogs, wild animals,

but it isn't just that we put

these beautiful creatures on leashes

that really pisses me off.

It's the completely frightening fact that we have created an environment

where if we don't put the dogs on the leashes

they'll walk into the street and get killed by a car.

Two-ton slabs of metal hurtling at high speed down a concrete path...

Those aren't supposed to exist in nature.