Bitch Page #4

- Oh, thank god.

- We-we, we, um...

Mom is...

- Mom's what?

What's funny? Guys?

Guys!

- You wouldn't believe it.

- Well, we found her but, uh...

- Someone tell me

what is going on right now?

- Mom is being a...

She's not being herself.

- What?

- We have to show you.

- Totally.

- Mom is in the basement?

- She's been down

there this whole time.

- Jill?

- Jillie?

Jill!

- Why isn't she answering?

- It's kind of hard to explain.

- Oh, god, what is that smell?

What the hell was that?

- Did you guys get a dog?

- No.

Mom doesn't want us here.

She barks louder

when we're here.

- Kids, stay up there.

- It's mom, dad.

- That's not Jill.

- Make the goddamn call!

- What's he gonna do?

Is he gonna take her pulse?

He's a family doctor.

He treats runny noses not...

Okay. Dr. Linnenwell

is better.

He will refer her out.

He will call a specialist.

He will have an explanation.

Just make the goddamn call!

- Alright.

See. Straight to voice mail.

- That's because,

it's the middle of the night.

Call his cellphone

and stop acting like a child.

- I don't know what

I'm gonna say to him.

Eh, uh... Dr. Linnenwell...

Bill hart, um, Jill's husband.

Yes. Right.

Um... i-i...

Jill tells me

that you're coachin'

a pretty mean little league.

- What the f***?

- Right. Uh, sorry.

No, I know. I'm sorry.

It... I know it's late.

Um, well, I, uh...

We're having a bit of a...

I guess you could call it

a situation over here.

It's, uh, it's not

a big deal but, uh...

Could you possibly come

over here and look at my wife?

Uh, yeah, like, like right now

would be great.

It's not, not an emergency.

- Well, all I could do is...

I sedated her.

- Okay. Huh. Yeah.

- She needs some really

serious help, bill.

- Yes, um, what-what,

what can we do to help?

Who-who can help us?

- Actually, I do know

a specialist

that's right for this

sort of thing.

Zya price.

- Uh, th-this is confidential.

Right, Dr. Linnenwell.

It's the doctor-patient thing.

This is all...

It's-it's private.

- What?

- Of course, it is.

It always is, bill.

- Listen, uh, she knows you.

Can you stay?

- Yeah, I have human feces

on my face, bill.

I kinda like to wash up.

- Yes. Um, there is a bathroom

right down the hall

to your left. Heh-he.

- Okay.

Uh, call price.

- Okay. Price. Zya price.

Yep.

He better not tell anyone.

- What?

- He better not tell anyone,

did you see... sh*t?

Like on his face.

- Jesus Christ, bill.

My sister is down there

covered in sh*t!

- Beth, listen to me,

this is a very bad time for me.

I have to be at work

18 hours a day right now

not dealing with her sh*t,

okay? Jill can't do this.

- She cannot do this to me right now.

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