Humboldt County

WOMAN:
When I came home from the clinic,

everyone was asleep.

( sniffs )

Normally they'd hear my truck.

We live in the middle of nowhere.

I parked it about

a half a mile down the road

and I walked home.

But my boyfriend heard.

Hmm.

He hears everything.

When he came in to

see what was wrong,

I just tried to pretend

to be asleep.

But I couldn't

hold it in.

I started to cry.

Go on.

Sorry.

I was bawling my eyes out.

He held me.

And I wished--

I wished

I hadn't done it.

I wished--

It was still inside me

and it was still alive.

Mm-hmm.

I've had four of them now.

I don't know why,

but when I make love

I can't feel anything.

- ( cough )

- Shh!

- Sometimes I think--

- Mmm.

Well--

I can't really see

a reason to keep trying,

to keep going.

Aren't you supposed

to say something?

I mean, I just told you

I'm thinking about

killing myself

and have no

reason to live.

Um, yeah.

Yeah.

I think a

prescription of, uh,

Paxil, uh, might

be the uh,

the right

prescription.

Mm-hmm.

Okay.

Anything else, Peter?

Hmm?

Um, "...can't

feel anything...

...reason to

keep going..."

Paxil?

Really?

All right. Sandra,

you're up next.

Okay.

He said you

should go in now.

Oh, thanks.

He's a bit of a

curmudgeon, isn't he?

He's-- he's not so bad.

I have something

for you.

- Here.

- Peter?

Later, alligator.

This an acceptance

into one of the best

residency programs

in the country.

I was hoping this meeting

would be a celebration.

But I--

I have to fail you.

What?

I can try harder.

I've been studying nonstop.

I haven't slept

in three days.

I'm doing rounds, I--

- I'm a little--

- If today's exam had been real,

you would have put

a life in danger.

And although I believe you

could make a great doctor,

I have my own

moral imperative.

But Dad,

if I fail,

I won't graduate.

I'll lose the residency.

Peter,

we worked so hard for this.

I'm unbelievably

disappointed.

Congratulations.

- ( toilet flushes )

- ( stall opens )

Mmmm.

Idiot.

( swing music playing )

- # will you please tell me #

- # what? #

# if you

gonna be my baby? #

# I'm the girl for you,

so you better start facing it #

# if you ever lose my love,

you know you can't replace it #

# I think it's time for you

to start giving me some loving #

# 'cause I'm carrying a crush

for you that's hotter than an oven #

# it's time for you and me

to do a little bit of lovin' #

# baby, hold me tight

and do what I tell ya! #

- # I #

- # I #

- # I want #

- # I want #

- # I want you #

- # I want you #

- # I want you to #

- # I want you to #

- # I want you to be #

- # what? #

# I want you

to be my baby #

- # now now will #

- # will #

- # will you #

- # will you #

- # will you please #

- # will you please #

- # will you please tell #

- # will you please tell #

- # will you please tell me #

- # what? #

- # will you please tell me #

- # what? #

- # will you please tell me #

- # what? #

# when you

gonna be my baby? #

( cheering )

Thank you, everybody.

Thank you.

My band!

That place was too noisy--

Puts my brain in such a huff.

Hmm.

So, you're an actress

or a singer or something?

( giggles ) Those are just little gigs

when I'm coming through L.A.

- Mmm.

- You seem so sad.

Oh, um, my name's

Peter Hadley.

- Hi, Peter Hadley.

- Hi.

I'm Bogart.

Is that your real name?

No.

( laughs )

Uh, oh, um--

Er er--

you're trapped!

( laughs )

- Trapped.

- ( grunts )

- ( watch beeps )

- Oh, sorry.

I should tell you,

I've never really, uh--

I mean, um--

I don't know how

to put this.

I don't really

have any money.

Do you take checks?

( laughs )

Oh, wow!

( laughing )

Oh my God.

Peter Hadley!

Oh, wow!

- I feel terrible.

- Oh my God!

Oh, Peter Hadley.

I'm sorry.

Man, oh man, can't a girl

just have casual sex anymore

without being labeled

some kind of a--

- No no no.

- But--

No no no.

I mean, yes.

Uh, yes, casual sex.

I just--

- I just, um--

- Yay.

I just didn't think

you were actually interested.

Huh. Peter Hadley.

I'm sorry.

You're just not too good

with people yet, are you?

What do you--

mmm.

( boot zipper zipping )

What are you doing?

Going for a drive.

Where are you going?

Going home.

Want to come with me?

Are you sure

you want to come?

Huh?

It's a long drive.

Are you sure you want to come?

Yeah.

Okay. Do you need anything?

No.

Okay.

( engine starts )

( cell phone ringing )

# call in

the air strike #

# tell them

to make the drop #

# initiate a cycle #

# no one but you can stop #

# and is that enough? #

# I bet you feel

really potent stuff #

# the shadows of doubt #

# on how things turn out #

# are typically gray #

# but even the stopped clock

on the wall #

# is right two times a day #

# and it's still unknown #

# just how much distance

means we're on our own #

# and can we be happy? #

Bogart?

PETER:
Where are we?

BOGART:
Home.

Is this Malibu?

No.

They call this

the last coast.

It won't be last for much

longer, I can tell you.

Wal-Mart is marching in.

Oh God!

Are we chasing someone?

And don't be fooled

by the whole

peace-love-nature-hippie,

you know, spirit-thing.

People that have moved here take the

business of marijuana very serious, you know?

Wait. Marijuana?

Like drug, uh, pushers?

"Drug pushers."

No, growers, farmers, you know.

Not me. I got out.

Here, grab the wheel

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