Little Woods

- What are you doing here, Dale? - Sorry for the house call.

It's after midnight.

Just got off my shift.

Well?

Uh, you got any Oxy?

Not for months.

Aw, shit.

- You out and out? - Yeah, I've been out.

No, whoa! Okay. Okay.

All right. Come on.

How long has it been like this?

Uh, a couple weeks.

Happened when I was back home for the season.

I can wrap you up, but you're gonna need to go to the hospital.

Tried. They made me wait six hours.

By then it was time to start my shift.

Well, next time wait seven.

Till then?

I really don't have anything for you, Dale.

Why'd you stop?

I got caught on the border with my mom's meds.

No Oxy?

No.

Nothin' nowhere?

Nowhere.

Wouldn't tell me, would ya?

I got 10 days left on my probation

and the last thing I need to do is implicate myself

in a worse crime than I got caught committing.

So...

no, I wouldn't.

Keep it elevated, stay off of it,

and go to the hospital, okay?

Sorry I couldn't do more.

I get it.

It's a shame though. Bill's selling for a lot more than you did.

That's 'cause he's a drug dealer.

Mommy!

You're okay, Bear.

Oh...

You're okay. Get it all out.

Oh, yeah. Get it all out.

You're okay, Bear.

You're okay.

You all done?

You're okay, Bear. All right?

Hey.

I don't know what's better, seeing you or seeing clean laundry.

Yeah?

I don't know why you don't get whoever left

that lipstick on your nice shirt to do it for you.

It'd be a lot cheaper.

Maybe so.

- Can I get two coffees? - Yeah.

Hey, I forgot the creamer today, so you'll have to take it black.

- I hope that's okay. - All right.

- Thanks. - Thank you.

- The usual, please. - Yeah? Did you find a place yet?

- No. Still staying in the truck. - Yeah?

Well, at least it's warmed up a little bit

- instead of being so freaking cold. - Yeah.

- Good old steak and eggs, huh? - Thank you.

Yeah. Okay.

Let me have two. I'm gonna take one back to Jeff.

- Okay. Jeff's your secret lover, right? - Nah.

- No? - Keep the change.

All right.

- How are you doin', Bill? - Good, Ollie. How are you?

I'm fine, Bill.

Heard Dale made a house visit.

- Who? - Funny.

You were always funny.

What can I do for you?

He just got back to town.

And he had no idea that I wasn't selling anymore.

Could be, couldn't you, if you wanted.

He mentioned you had a foreclosure notice on your door.

Not like you couldn't use the money.

We'd make great partners.

I'm not interested.

If you change your mind, let me know?

So did he buy from you then? Dale.

Well, he's working today.

I've been applying for something normal,

you know, so I can stop all the odd jobs and whatnot.

All legal, of course.

And the illegal stuff...

Getting better at saying no?

Yes.

How's the living situation?

Not great.

I guess it's a good thing that Mom passed

before we got evicted.

Just have me to worry about now, so...

And how is your sister?

I haven't seen her much.

Well, even after...

Yeah.

You ever think about leaving?

You know, one of the jobs that I applied to is out in Spokane,

so, I'm not just...

thinking about thinking about it anymore.

Speaking of which, I need a reference.

So I was wondering if maybe...

- What? Is that stupid? - Not worried about what I'll say?

- Why? What are you gonna say? - I guess you'll find out.

I know you think that that's funny, but that's not funny.

All good things. I think this is great.

A good opportunity to start fresh.

Well, your restitution is fully paid.

You've got one more check- in, and then,

in eight days, your probation is done.

Thanks.

Ollie.

You are so close.

Please stay out of trouble.

So, you thought I forgot about that fiver you owe me,

so last week I took a pair of your socks.

If you want 'em back... You know I write shit down.

- Hey, I'm Jack. - Okay, Jack. Yeah?

- You're that Oleander girl, aren't you? - What's it to ya?

Well, I need to get across the border.

My leg's getting worse, and I can't see a doctor on this side.

Excuse me. You must be looking for someone else.

I can't get work!

Hey, that's ten.

Thanks.

Oleander King, you must miss me something fierce.

Well, if I do, Ian, it hasn't hit me yet.

Hit you now?

Yeah, I can think of someone who might miss you, but it's not me.

Hey, you been talking to the guys about me?

- What? Like how much I admire you? - No. You know what I mean.

No, of course not.

Okay, 'cause I've had some new guys ask me,

and then Bill's been on my ass. So...

You and Bill, huh?

Oh, shit. You're getting the itch.

- No, I'm not. - Yeah?

You'd make a killing.

- Bill charges much more than you used to. - Yeah, I heard.

So if you want in, come talk to me.

Why don't you help your kid and my sister instead?

This is Oleander King calling on behalf

of Bridget Sorensen.

Yes.

Yeah, I'm her daughter.

No, adopted. That's...

Um...

She, uh... Bridget passed away, actually, so...

Mm- hmm.

Yeah, I have 'em.

Wait, wait. "Due-on-sale"?

What, what does that mean?

Come on, Bear.

- Hey. - Hey.

Can I have some apple juice, Auntie Ollie?

"May I have some apple juice, please?"

- May I? - If you eat some peas.

- Squashed. - Not with your fingers.

Come on.

May I be excused?

Had your fill?

Can you eat a piece of chicken?

Good.

Okay, come on. Want your coloring book?

- Mm-hmm. - Okay.

- Say thank you. - Thank you.

You're gonna be good, right, while I go back inside and talk to your aunt?

- Yeah? - I want my other coloring book.

You want your other coloring book? Are you gonna say "please"?

Uh-huh. And I'm gonna color you a big, fat turd.

You're still sleeping on the floor in Mom's room?

I kinda got used to it.

Well, what's wrong with your room?

Nothing. It's just...

- What? - Nothing.

I'm interviewing for a job out in Spokane.

I'm thinking if I get it, I'm just gonna let go of the house.

So, you get this job, you're leaving.

Yeah, hopefully.

You, Oleander, are not hopeful.

Practical, yeah. Resourceful, absolutely.

Y--You never hope. You do.

Well, sometimes I do a little too much.

You'll be fine. You'll get the job. You'll get out of here.

Just like old times. Want one?

Nah, I quit. They're bad for you.

I'm picking my poison.

Hey, if I leave, Deb,

you're gonna have to step up.

Stay out of trouble.

I'm clean. I've been clean.

Good.

- Look, I know this is sudden... - I'm pregnant.

Well, what are you and the guy gonna do?

- It's Ian's. - Oh, God.

Well, that answers that. What are you gonna do?

Please don't. I don't need any more of that from you.

Well, what do you need from me, Deb?