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the support group, but Los Angeles County,

because they oversee the community

center that sponsors the group.

- Well, I...

- It's an interesting little case a few years ago.

I doubt you've even heard of it...

McDonnell vs. City of Glendale,

where it was ruled that support groups

could "discriminate"...

on the basis of membership,

but not when said discrimination

was legally prohibited,

I.e. race or religion...

or when it involved intangible...

or subjective personality traits,

i.e. Claire is a raving b*tch.

But... but a lawsuit...

I'm kidding.

I just came here for Nina's address.

N-Nina from group?

The one who killed herself.

Yeah, that Nina.

Well, I'm certain I can't give you

that information. I'm sorry.

Well, remember when I said

I was kidding about the lawsuit?

Now I'm not.

- Hi.

- Hey.

I'm Claire.

Hi, Claire.

I lived in this house

when I was a little girl.

All right.

That probably sounds very strange.

No.

Well, I was wondering

if I could take a look.

But it... seems like...

that would be a bad idea

now that I'm standing here.

- No, no. Come in.

- Yeah?

Yeah. It's a bit of a mess

at the moment, but...

I see. Don't worry.

We... We changed some things.

- Right.

- We knocked out that whole kitchen.

Right. Wow.

- I like to entertain in there.

- Mmm.

I bet.

Could I take a look upstairs?

Yeah. Sure.

Okay.

So I'm guessing...

that this was your room.

Yeah.

But I didn't have SpongeBob

all over the walls.

I guess not.

I had more purples and pinks and...

Yeah? And what else?

Oh, let's see.

My... My mom painted a scene

from The Nutcracker suite...

on the wall there.

Yeah? What scene?

The one with the mice.

How old is...

- Casey.

- Casey.

- He's five.

- Five.

- That's a handful, huh?

- Yeah.

Yeah.

He... He...

You know, he sleeps at my mom's

'cause he has nightmares.

That's too bad.

- Mmm. Okay?

- Mm-hmm.

Yeah.

This is still the same.

We didn't do anything to the bedroom.

We were going to, but we didn't.

Kinda lost track.

You know?

- I should go.

- Yeah.

- Well, thank you again.

- Uh-huh.

Yeah, but it was interesting.

Well, I'm glad.

You know, your performance

was impressive.

But we didn't do a damn thing

to this house.

- Sorry?

- It was Annette. She called me after you left her.

Did you really threaten her?

Yes.

Why?

I don't know.

Honestly, I... I don't know.

Nina never even talked about you.

- Why did you let me go on like that?

- I don't know.

Just wanted to see

how far you'd go with it.

- I'm sorry.

- Don't be sorry.

It was fun. I enjoyed myself.

That's f***ed up.

Well, so are you.

I want to go to Tijuana tomorrow.

- Why?

- To that pharmacy that I was asking you about.

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