Come Back to Me

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No!

No!

Please, let me go, Jimmy!

You're not going anywhere. You're

staying here with me, ain't ya?!

Get back here!

Damn it, I said get back in here!

- You're very high.

- Oh, I'm high?

- You're scaring me.

- Oh, really?

Please, I'll take Dale, and

we'll stay at my mom's.

We'll let you sleep it off!

No, you're not. You're not going anywhere, bitch!

You always run away, you're

always runnin' somewhere.

I know it's worse this time.

You wanna go watch?

Suit yourself.

Stay here.

...That little freak? That little piece of shit?!

I ain't even certain he's mine! Is he?

Is-is that little fucking freak mine?!

Did you fuck around on me?!

Who you been fucking around with?

You're hurting me!

Help me.

Come here.

Put-put the knife down!

- Get on the ground!

- Get on the fucking ground!

- Drop the knife!

- Drop the knife!

Get on the ground!

Get on the ground!

- Get on the ground!

- Freeze!

Go, go, go!

Go!

Hey, kid, what's your name?

- Dale.

- Dale, you OK? Is your mom inside?

Stay here.

Reno PD, entering premises.

Police, coming in.

Stay there.

This is unit 610. Code 999.

Shots fired, requesting backup.

Did you hear that bang, mama?

I think they got him.

It's gonna be alright now.

Mama?

Shit.

Well, this is a disaster.

What are you doing up? I was

gonna make you breakfast in bed.

Well, you've gotta get it on the plate first.

Ha-ha-ha.

Besides, I haven't quite worked

up an appetite yet, anyway.

Um, well, what about pancakes?

You can lick butter and syrup off me.

- Oh...

- I like it.

Um, did you notice, uh, someone new

just moved in across the street?

Really? That's what you're

thinking about right now?

Yeah, thought we could go introduce

ourselves before I go to work.

OK.

What?

Nothing.

I just-I don't have time right now.

Oh, but you have time to meet the new neighbor.

- Sarah...

- Look, it's fine.

It's fine. I'll be down in a sec.

- OK.

- OK.

He's home, right?

I think that's his car in the driveway.

Hi, uh, we live across the street. Thought

we'd come and introduce ourselves.

I'm Josh... and, uh, this is my wife, Sarah.

Hi.

Dale.

Dale.

Are these for me?

Yeah, welcome to the hood.

Did you make them?

No, I'd be lying if I said I did.

So you didn't make them?

No, they're from a packet.

It's the thought that counts.

Great house you got here.

Probably... rented it for a steal, huh?

With the, uh, economy and... and all.

Is everything OK?

Sorry.

It's just that you-you remind me of someone.

So, what is it that you do, Josh?

Croupier over on the... I work on the strip.

Yeah, no, Sarah's the brains

in, uh, this relationship.

Yeah. She's, uh, just finished grad school

and is working on her dissertation,

the, uh, Sociological Effects of Internet

Pornography on Modern Relationships.

Or, something like that.

Yeah, she's, uh, going for her doctorate in social

science and already has an offer from UNLV.

You know what, Josh? Maybe we should

let Dale go, don't you think?

Right, of course.

Sorry, listen to me. Umm...

Anyway, great to meet you, Dale,

and, uh, we'll... see you around.

Nice to meet you.

Oh, my God, Leslie.

I can feel him kicking.

How do you know it's a him?

Oh, no girl could be that cruel.

I know what you're thinking, smart ass.

I didn't say anything.

OK, wait, so... what was it, again? You've

slept with two guys since your divorce?

One was black, one was Korean, so when this one

comes out, it won't take a genius to do the math.

Right, right.

Black, Korean, it is all extremes with you. One

was probably too big, one was probably too small.

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