My name, it's Carol Jean.
Don't worry, Carol Jean,
you'll be fine.
Right in here.
Rick: I'm here with CJ March. She's been back there a while.
I just wanted to make sure everything was all right.
l'm sure it is. The procedure takes about a half an hour.
- Procedure? - Mm-hmm.
Now, don't you worry, Carol Jean, everything will be fine.
All right, now, relax. lt doesn't take long.
All right, now scoot down, lean back.
Doctor: Just relax.
l don't want to do it. Get me off of this table.
All right, CJ, no one's going to force you to do anything.
lt's all right. Get down, it's okay.
Rick: It's ready.
Come on, you invited me to dinner, remember?
The least you can do is eat.
You lived here long?
Yeah.
l never asked you, where are you from?
Seattle. My mom and dad still live there.
Karen and Frank.
She's a school teacher. He's a airplane mechanic.
Happy little life, huh?
Yeah.
So where does the part about being so against having a child
your willing to mutilate yourself, come in?
- CJ. - l want you to leave my house now.
No. You want me to leave,
then you're going to have to force me out at gunpoint.
Otherwise, l'm staying and we're getting to know each other.
l'm not going to talk about that.
Okay.
For now.
Troy: You got to be fucking kidding me, man!
You gonna take this shit off my hands or what?
- ( grinding ) - Hey!
Do you mind?
No, it can't be tomorrow, man. lt's gotta be tonight.
Are you sure? All right, fine. Tomorrow.
- Damn it! - ( grinding )
Would you turn that off? Emily!
- You said we were leaving today. - Well, now it's going to be tomorrow.
l don't want it to be tomorrow, Troy. l have a bad feeling about this.
The only feeling you got is that 10-pound dead weight in your stomach.
- lt's your baby. - How do l know it's my baby, huh?!
You know what? Who knows who's fucking baby it is!
Oh my God. ( crying )
I'm sorry.
l didn't mean that.
l wish we didn't even have this damn baby.
- Honey, don't. - l mean it!
l can't walk. l can't sleep.
l hate this thing inside of me.
- Please. - Ow!
Don't you dare hit me, you fucker! You'll hurt the baby!
l'm sorry!
lf you ever hit me again l will kill you.
You hit my fucking hand! l'm sorry, l didn't fucking mean to!
Fuck!
- Sure you don't want to try? - l'm sure.
l guess they don't teach rollerblading at the seminary.
ls that your mom?
Yeah.
Karen?
No.
Can't believe l'm pregnant.
Having a kid is so...
how could anybody be so cruel?
Having children is supposed to be beautiful.
That's why you're not my type.
You're too fucking cheerful.
My mom was a prostitute.
My father was one of a thousand
sweaty faceless fuckers with 20 bucks.
She died when l was seven.
l'm sorry.
You don't want this.
Let me tell you, you don't want to be with me.
- I do. - Well, you can't.
Why?
Because you had a bad childhood?
A rough life?
- Well, l... - You have no idea
how many bad lives l've listened to.
Horror stories. Sins of flesh.
Sins of faith.
Crimes against people.
Crimes against God.
You know what the worst of them all was to me?
Loneliness.
The people who had the chance of love laid out before them
who chose loneliness because they were afraid,
no one would forgive them for their crimes.
You think you have the power to forgive me?
No, but you do.
- Emily: Ow! - What does it mean?
- lt means l'm gonna have this baby! - Right now?!
Soon.
l'm going to take you to the clinic, all right?
- Do the deal. - Baby, forget the deal.
Baby, just do the deal, please. Just get the money.
- l'll be back by four, okay? - Yeah, okay.
Are you sure you're going to be all right?
( weeping )
( phone ringing )
- Hello? - Vernon: I want to see you.
- Vernon? - Vernon: Ivy.
- What? - lvy.
Another plant name that women take.
Oh, right.
Hearty plant, lvy. Tough.
Frost, rot, you just can't kill it.
Delicate flowers can't live
through the wintertime, but a hearty plant will always survive.
Take off your clothes.
What?
l said, take off your clothes. Disrobe.
No.
Don't play tough with me.
The bra.
No, that's enough.
Turn around.
Turn around!
How long have you been pregnant?
- l'm not-- - Don't be coy.
l said, how long have you been pregnant?
Five weeks.
Leave them there.
What are you going to do?
l'm going to keep it.
- Is that right? - Yeah.
And l imagine you want time off from work, then?
What do they call it? Maternity leave?
l'm going to stop, Vernon.
Stop? You mean quit your job?
Yeah.
Oh.
Can't just walk in and out
of this life as you please--
l've been in for a long time Vernon.
l've always done my job.
Then why don't you do your fucking job?!
Why can't you kill this guy,
and bring me my shit?!
It's the girl, isn't it?
The pregnant girl?
l think motherhood is making you soft, CJ.
l want this job finished today. ls that clear?
Get dressed and go to work.
- ( knocking ) - Woman: Housekeeping.
( groaning )
Can you just come back--
- Sit! - Who are you?
- Where is it? - What?!
- Don't! Don't! - Please don't kill me!
- Where is it? - ( screams )
My husband took it! He took it to sell it!
Where?
( gun shot )
At the train yard! Please don't kill my baby!
Please!
Please don't kill my baby. Please! Please!
Your husband won't be coming back for you.
So there's no reason for you to stay here, understand?
Yes.
( gunshot )
- Leave it! - ( gunshot )
( gunfire )
( gunshot )
( groaning )
Aw, fuck.
- Em? - Baby?
Honey, we gotta go.
- Oh my God. - We gotta go, honey.
Oh my God. Oh my God!
- Did you get the money? - Will you get me some towels?
Come on, baby, l need you to focus. Go get me some towels.
You gotta stop the bleeding and help me get to the car.
No! Baby!
Ahhh! l can't carry you like this!
- l can't do it! - Please help me up.
Please.
Someone came here today. Someone came looking for you.
- A woman? - What are you gonna do?
- You can't drive like this! - l could get us out of town...
and find another place to rest.
Baby...
l can't run with you like this.
- Honey, no! - No!
Oh!
Oh-- oh my God.
( phone ringing )
- Hello? - Rick: Hi.
- Rick. - I didn't think you'd be home.
I was just going to leave a message.
Yeah, l was just grabbing some stuff
and l'm on my way out.
How about dinner tonight?
Yeah, great.
Bougainvillea Room? 8:00?
Bougainvillea Room. 8:00.
All right, so, I'll see you later.
Yeah, great.
Bye.
Goodbye.
Ow!
Vernon: Hello, flower.
l've been expecting you all afternoon.
- CJ: l-- - Ah, Ah Ah.
How to explain this away, she wonders.
- Were you going some place? - l was coming to see you.
I-- I did the guy.
lt couldn't be that you were leaving?
Quitting your job? Ditching that nice young boyfriend?
Leave him out of this. He had nothing to do with it.
Look at you.
Some microscopic berry in your belly
has siphoned all your resolve.
Plucked your pluck.
Is he any different from all the others?
You haven't really gotten that close,
that you wouldn't just put a bullet in his heart
- if l paid you 20 grand. - Fuck off!
Let's see how deep
these new maternal instincts fester.
Do the girl, bring me my shit,
or l will hire myself for one job
at the Bougainvillea Room at 8:00.
CJ, if it's a boy, would you name him after me?
( screaming )
- ( beeps ) - lt's me.
l have to cancel. l can't do dinner.
l'm sorry.
Goodbye.
Help me, please! Help me!
Somebody come down and help me right now!
Woman: Dr. Martinez, we need some help out here.
( screaming )
Nurse: Stop screaming!
Doctor: Try to calm down!
You have to calm down or l can't do anything.
- Get it out! - l need you to calm down.
- No! No! - Shhh.
Calm down.
Good girl. All right, now let's have a look.
Woman: I just can't. I'm sorry.
l just want to see if she had the baby, you know? Say hello.
Sorry.
Do you even know where she went, or are you just saying no on principle?
Look, you wouldn't want me to give out your personal information, would you?
Your contractions have started,
but you're not dilated yet.
l'd say this baby's birthday is going to be sometime tonight,
- maybe tomorrow morning. - l want it out now.
l don't blame you. Just a few more hours.
You can stay right here. Relax.
- You're baby will be-- - No!
Ms. Robin, please.
l really have to go.
- Ms. Robin, you really should stay. - l'm going!
Call the police.
- Just give me the bag! - ( scream )
Just give me the bag, l'll let you go!
- Fuck you! - ( gun shot )
( car horn honks )
- Woman: Somebody get some help! - Man: Did you see what happened?
- Woman: Help her! - Man: We need to help her now!
Man: Don't move, really. You shouldn't move.
( groans )
Honey, are you okay?
Oh! Oh my God.
Are you having that baby?!
Walt! l need a hand out here!
( intense screams )
- Ambulance is on it's way. - Ambulance ain't gonna make it!
Tina, get some towels! Walt, honey, you always liked to play doctor!
Where's that woman who...?
Maybe you ought to wait for an ambulance.
- Woman: That's it. - Oh, fuck! Oh fuck!
- lt's coming out. - That's it.
- Just breathe. - Goddamn it!
Here's his head.
lt's a boy.
ls he okay?
- Why isn't he crying? - He's okay.
He's small, though. Real small.
Can somebody just cut this thing?
Paramedics will be here soon.
- ( baby crying ) - You want to hold him?
( Emily weeping )
l'm gonna go wash up.
We'll be right out that door.
l'm so sorry.
You're so small!
l'm so sorry!
- CJ: Excuse me. - Girl: Oh my God! Are you okay?
Yeah, l'm just worried about my friend.
She came in. She was pregnant and--
Oh yeah. She's fine. She's right back here.
- ( baby crying ) - Where'd she go?
( screams )
Stop!
Don't kill me, please! Don't kill me! l don't want to die.
You know what's funny?
The only reason l didn't kill you before
was 'cause you were pregnant.
( gun cocking )
( gunshot )
l'll give you the bag.
Just please, you don't have to kill me!
Just leave the bag and go.
( gunshot )
Hello, flower.
- lt's over, Vernon. - No, l don't think so.
( gunshot )
CJ!
CJ, CJ, CJ, l'm here.
- CJ, l'm here. lt's okay. - What...
are you doing here?
- l cancelled dinner. - l know.
l ignored that part. lt's gonna be okay, all right?
l just have to get the ambulance.
CJ? CJ?
Hey, CJ, I'm gonna call an ambulance.
CJ? CJ?
. And I don't need your revolution .
. And I don't like your war solution .
. And I don't need your institution .
. All of this just brings confusion .
. And we the people need resurrection .
. Anymore can't stand my reflection .
. And it will be all right .
. I don't want your war pollution .
. And I don't need your mind intrusion .
. All of this just brings confusion .
. And I don't want your evolution... .
( hard rock music continues playing )