guess who?
try again.  susie leans over the back of the chair and gives phil a long slow kiss. she jumps over the couch and resumes kissing, this time more passionately. phil tries to pull away with little success.
god damn! i'm so sorry, baby.
would never have happened if you were there.
well, if you were, you wouldn't have let him die.
yeah, let's have this conversation again. like you haven't just done six weeks on the road.
come here.
this is a remembrance.
hi. he sits up and stretches. she leans over to kiss him, then stands and starts to tidy. he watches her. she picks up some clothing from near his chair and moves away. he drops another piece of clothing on the same spot. she says nothing and picks it up. he takes a sock off and drops it. it has stopped being a game and started being a statement. she picks the sock up and drops it in his lap. he pushes it back onto the floor. she opens her arms and everything falls to the floor. she walks out of the room and into the kitchen. he follows.
phil, you give me laughs and a great time. but i'm not sure if that's enough.
yes, there's more than that! there's dependable, responsible, reliable.
i don't mind loving a crazy bastard, phil. but you've got to be for something and not just against everything. you have to choose something to represent.
your job is to arrange other people's lives. maybe it's time to put a little thought into your own.
who the hell is she?
girlfriend? isn't he married?
why did you let her in?
how can she behave that way? gram's not even in the ground yet.
what?
don't you freak out on me.
where are you going?
what are you doing?
okay. is that a problem?
well, that's good.
so what are you up to?
i don't know what this madness is, but i'm not getting involved.
i mean, i don't know what it is you're planning, but i'm not bailing you out again.
i'm going.
this time, i'm not coming back.
i'm going to find a man who buys his ties in bulk.
the son of a bitch isn't here.
stolen gram?
why?
don't be ridiculous.
i didn't ask you.
and you know him?
i don't need to listen to this garbage.
generally, it's best to answer the phone to discover who's calling.
you don't know shit about him.
if you hate phil so much, why are you chasing him across california?
well, that's really touching. but.  you've got to come to terms with the fact that he's dead.
i don't understand.
this is all about money, isn't it?
why do you think you deserve anything?
phil's not responsible for your problems with gram.
i know that he can be a pain in the ass, but when it came to gram, phil only ever did the right thing.
maybe that's what i like about him.
have you any idea what it's like to really love someone?
i don't have to listen to this.
okay, you vindictive bitch. i'm going with you to joshua tree because my life seems to have been turned upside down and i want to know why. but you don't know me and i won't let you judge me. do it again and i'll smash that pretty little face of yours off the fucking road. got it?
you're not a very nice person, are you?
it might get you further.
so what do you want from us?
why do you hate phil so much?
surely phil was just looking after gram?
except that now he's dead.
i don't like you much, barbara.
phil? phil!
what happened to your head?
hold that thought.
i need to know what it is you're doing.
dolls to stick pins in.
i'm with him.
just do whatever feels right to you.
that's for failing to reinforce my expectations.
i reckon i am.
some decorum would be nice.
i'm not having a conversation with you about how much gasoline you need to burn a body.
i'll be waiting.
Get out of here. Finish it.