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Nice throw.

How can you not know how

to drive in Los Angeles?

A man should know how to drive.

I have a bicycle.

Oh, well, congrats on that.

Yeah, it's actually considered

very masculine in the Netherlands.

You know, hey, I haven't really

been in touch with Ginnie recently,

so...

So?

So I might not come in.

Fine by me.

You know, not that

we're not friends.

You know, we're still friends.

I think we're still friends.

We're still friends

on Facebook. That...

Martin, where are we going?

Oh, uh, it's just

up ahead that-a-way

and a second left at the light.

It's one of these.

I can never tell which.

They all look the same.

Voice mail's still full.

It's gotta be this one.

I hear fighting.

This is definitely it.

Okay, well, write it down,

like, on the dry erase!

'Cause Saturday's my day!

Sh*t. Hey. Hey,

how's it going, man?

Um...

Gary.

Yeah, hey, Martin.

Hi.

Sorry to just drop by like this.

Yeah, it...

It really is...

We're looking for my daughter.

Ginnie.

Oh.

This is her father,

Mr. Gallo.

Uh, he didn't have

her new address.

She, um...

Martin, hi.

Oh.

Uh, they... they're looking

for Ginnie, babe.

Um, this is Ginnie's dad.

Oh, hi.

Hi.

I'm Roberta. So great

to finally meet you.

Jack, right?

That would be

Ginnie's stepfather.

Right. Well, don't worry.

She's talked a lot

about you, too.

Did you invite them in?

I literally just

opened the door.

Come in. Come in.

Yeah, come on in. Yeah.

After you. Yeah,

welcome, welcome.

Mi casa...

Heh heh.

Roberta:
Uh, could I get

you something to drink?

Water or Kombucha?

Twig tea?

I have some nice

biodynamic wine.

Don't bother. Please, we're

just looking for Ginnie.

Martin said she

was staying here.

She was staying here.

Uh, she left about

three weeks ago.

Did you try her cell?

Roberta:

I can try her cell.

Phone is off, mailbox full

for a couple days now.

Gary:
Oh, man,

sounds to me

like she's living

off the grid, you know?

Martin, was Ginnie, like,

a survivalist, you know?

Like one of those preppers

or...

Gary, stop talking.

Do you know where she

moved when she left here?

Yes. Um...

Ohh. Ahh.

What was her name?

Martin, you know her.

Um, the jittery girl.

Always looks like she's about to cry.

You know her.

Mm, doesn't, uh, ring a bell.

Okay, did Ginnie

leave an address?

Roberta:
Yes.

I think it's on the fridge.

Uh, Gary, could you

get it, please?

Please come in.

Gary:
Uh,

I'm not seeing it.

It's on the fridge!

No, it isn't!

It's definitely on the fridge.

I just checked there.

Jesus. Sorry.

Excuse me.

There's no address

on the fridge.

It's on the Japanese paper.

Yeah, no. I know you

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