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[pills rattle]
[Kevin] You got your things, uh, for where we're going, where are we going?
[Rachel] Yes, I have my swim cap, Dad.
[car engine starts]
[exhales]
-Where's Ashley? -I tossed her out.
Huh?!
-Garbage truck came, so I tossed her out. -[Rachel] What?
-[Jack] She wasn't good for you. -Dad!
-You're better off without it. -Dad!
[Kevin] I'm in the middle of something.
-Jack threw Ashley Too away. -It was An intervention.
That thing was poison.
You're gonna buy her a new one.
Ashley was filling her head with crap.
She's the only person who is actually nice to me.
-She's not a person. -She's my friend.
-Merchandise. -Girls, calm down please.
-[Rachel] You're jealous. -Of a doll?
She's not a doll and she knows me better than you do.
-I'm your sister. -You hardly even talk to me.
-[Jack] Bullshit. -Ever since Mom died.
You shut up.
It's true, ever since she died, all you do is mope around
with that stupid guitar, which you're probably no good at
'cause you're too scared to play in front of anyone.
Yeah, well, at least I'm not some cookie-cutter cutesy doodle,
all because a dolly told me to do it.
[imitates Ashley Too] Hi, I'm Ashley Too, I'm your only friend.
Kiss my feet, kiss my ass!
-I hate you. -I hate you, too.
[rock music plays on headphones]
Gave the kitchen the night off.
I thought we could have take out, like the old days.
Sure.
[Catherine] It's La Mamas.
I'll hit the gym extra hard tomorrow.
No, it's good to see you enjoying your food.
I look after you, don't I?
Hm.
-You're my manager, so. -But you'd tell me if anything was wrong?
I've been telling you that something is wrong...
for a while.
[sighs] It's getting so hard just to keep doing this.
-I really wanna do... -you wanna change your material, I know.
I hear you.
I do.
I'm sorry, I know how you feel.
I know what I'm like, Ashley, I know.
You feel like I... don't listen,
like I have too much control over your image, your look,
your persona.
Yeah.
You don't trust Dr. Munk.
You don't trust me.
No, it's...
You feel trapped here.
You feel...
desperate to break away.
Where did you get that?
And, oh, you think you know how.
What was the plan? OD? Make me look bad?
Do you know me at all?
Catherine, that's evidence against you, against Munk.
All of it. I know everything.
I know precisely what you know.
There is a wealth of information on this thing.
You do seem preoccupied with contract law.
You know, I could have saved you some clicks.
Your contract's watertight, it doesn't expire until you turn 25.
Not anymore, not now that you broke laws, Catherine.
The illegal meds, that puts you in breach,
which means that I get an instant break.
-You eat the rest, I'm fucking sick. -Sit down, you little ingrate.
What the fuck did you just call me?
Do you know how old I was when your parents died?
22 years old.
Twenty-two, younger than you, but I took you in.
-It's my fucking fault. -It's not your fault.
But you never once asked me what that was like for me.
Do you have any idea what I had to give up?
Do you have any conception of that at all? Did you ever wonder--
Do you ever look around the fucking house
and see where we fucking live because it means I've worked hard.
Oh, this is because of you?
-Where we live is because Of you? -Yes.
And while you sang your little song and you danced your little dance--
Fuck, Catherine.
Who stood, making sure the lights stay on you?
You can go fuck yourself a thousand fucking times, Catherine,
I fucking hate you. I fucking hate you.
-Sit down. -No.
Because I don't have to listen to you anymore.
But you will sit down.
No, I won't.
Yes, you will.
Do you know what would happen if you did OD on these things?
I checked with Dr. Munk. You wouldn't die,
you'd just wind up in a kind of chemical coma.
At least that's the theory.

[pills rattle]

[Kevin] You got your things, uh, for where we're going, where are we going?

[Rachel] Yes, I have my swim cap, Dad.

[car engine starts]

[exhales]

-Where's Ashley? -I tossed her out.

Huh?!

-Garbage truck came, so I tossed her out. -[Rachel] What?

-[Jack] She wasn't good for you. -Dad!

-You're better off without it. -Dad!

[Kevin] I'm in the middle of something.

-Jack threw Ashley Too away. -It was An intervention.

That thing was poison.

You're gonna buy her a new one.

Ashley was filling her head with crap.

She's the only person who is actually nice to me.

-She's not a person. -She's my friend.

-Merchandise. -Girls, calm down please.

-[Rachel] You're jealous. -Of a doll?

She's not a doll and she knows me better than you do.

-I'm your sister. -You hardly even talk to me.

-[Jack] Bullshit. -Ever since Mom died.

You shut up.

It's true, ever since she died, all you do is mope around

with that stupid guitar, which you're probably no good at

'cause you're too scared to play in front of anyone.

Yeah, well, at least I'm not some cookie-cutter cutesy doodle,

all because a dolly told me to do it.

[imitates Ashley Too] Hi, I'm Ashley Too, I'm your only friend.

Kiss my feet, kiss my ass!

-I hate you. -I hate you, too.

[rock music plays on headphones]

Gave the kitchen the night off.

I thought we could have take out, like the old days.

Sure.

[Catherine] It's La Mamas.

I'll hit the gym extra hard tomorrow.

No, it's good to see you enjoying your food.

I look after you, don't I?

Hm.

-You're my manager, so. -But you'd tell me if anything was wrong?

I've been telling you that something is wrong...

for a while.

[sighs] It's getting so hard just to keep doing this.

-I really wanna do... -you wanna change your material, I know.

I hear you.

I do.

I'm sorry, I know how you feel.

I know what I'm like, Ashley, I know.

You feel like I... don't listen,

like I have too much control over your image, your look,

your persona.

Yeah.

You don't trust Dr. Munk.

You don't trust me.

No, it's...

You feel trapped here.

You feel...

desperate to break away.

Where did you get that?

And, oh, you think you know how.

What was the plan? OD? Make me look bad?

Do you know me at all?

Catherine, that's evidence against you, against Munk.

All of it. I know everything.

I know precisely what you know.

There is a wealth of information on this thing.

You do seem preoccupied with contract law.

You know, I could have saved you some clicks.

Your contract's watertight, it doesn't expire until you turn 25.

Not anymore, not now that you broke laws, Catherine.

The illegal meds, that puts you in breach,

which means that I get an instant break.

-You eat the rest, I'm fucking sick. -Sit down, you little ingrate.

What the fuck did you just call me?

Do you know how old I was when your parents died?

22 years old.

Twenty-two, younger than you, but I took you in.

-It's my fucking fault. -It's not your fault.

But you never once asked me what that was like for me.

Do you have any idea what I had to give up?

Do you have any conception of that at all? Did you ever wonder--

Do you ever look around the fucking house

and see where we fucking live because it means I've worked hard.

Oh, this is because of you?

-Where we live is because Of you? -Yes.

And while you sang your little song and you danced your little dance--

Fuck, Catherine.

Who stood, making sure the lights stay on you?

You can go fuck yourself a thousand fucking times, Catherine,

I fucking hate you. I fucking hate you.

-Sit down. -No.

Because I don't have to listen to you anymore.

But you will sit down.

No, I won't.

Yes, you will.

Do you know what would happen if you did OD on these things?

I checked with Dr. Munk. You wouldn't die,

you'd just wind up in a kind of chemical coma.

At least that's the theory.