Sew Torn (2024) Movie Script
(soft mysterious music)
- [Barbara] If I were to
tell you why I did what I did
when I was broke and
alone, would you pity me,
or would you say that my
actions were justified?
(soft mysterious music
continues)
Perhaps you'd relate to
my isolation, my need,
or perhaps you'd simply
see my lack of morality.
(tense mysterious music)
Choices,
choices,
choices.
(sewing machine clacking)
(tense mysterious music
continues)
(sewing machine whirring)
- [Mom] Good morning,
sleepyhead.
Up, up.
- Five more minutes?
Nope. (laughing)
- (groaning) Mom!
- Good morning. (laughing)
Up, get up now.
- Okay.
(soft gentle music)
(urine tinkling)
- You got this?
- I got this.
- Now wash your hands.
- Okay.
- I'm hungry.
- (chuckling) Okay you.
Come on, customers are waiting.
(soft gentle music continues)
And Barbara?
- Yeah?
- [Mom] I want you to pinkie
promise
that whatever happens to me,
you'll be a happy girl.
- Promise.
- You'll keep this store alive,
okay?
(threads clattering)
(tape scraping)
- [Mom] Talking portraits
are machine-embroidered
custom portraits.
- With audio recordings.
- Made right here at Duggen's.
(phone ringing)
(singer singing in foreign
language)
(metal squeaking)
(engine rumbling)
(gentle sweet music)
- Late.
(Barbara panting)
(sighing) You know at this rate
I'll be late for my own wedding.
You know your mother, rest her
soul,
would've been done and gone by
now, hmm.
(laughing) Why, why she drove,
I mean, why you drive
that ridiculous windup,
(laughing) it's beyond me.
(sighing) Well, at least
she was mildly reliable.
Not running her business into
the ground,
living with ghosts.
(laughing) I remember this.
- [Mom] It's time to stitch.
- Time to-
(Grace shouting)
(button whirring)
(button clanking)
(Grace shouting)
(Barbara panting)
(sighing) So now I have
to pay for a dusty button.
No.
No.
No.
No!
- Well I, I, I have a,
a, a spare at the shop.
I can, I can cancel my
other appointments and-
- You don't have any other
appointments.
- Well-
- A spare,
spare at, at the shop?
- Yeah.
- But my wedding is, (gasping)
just get my fucking button
you stupid girl, get up!
Go, go, stupid girl, (sobbing)
go!
(tense expectant music)
No button, no money!
Put your foot down, you stupid
girl!
(tense expectant music
continues)
A chance to reprise
Those breathless moments
when love cast its spell
In the sound of the surf on
the shore
Beloved infidel
I see your face when I look at
a star
And I embrace all the
things that you are
My love for you
Time can never dispel
(Joshua gasping)
(Beck grunting)
Oh my beloved, beloved infidel
(sweet orchestral music)
(engine rumbling)
(phone beeping and ringing)
- Choices, choices,
(phone ringing)
Choices.
(sewing machine clacking)
Perfect crime.
(sewing machine clacking)
Call police.
(sewing machine clacking)
Drive away.
(sewing machine clacking)
Perfect crime, call police,
drive away.
Perfect crime, call police,
drive away.
- [Mom] Barbara, you
keep this store alive.
- [Operator] What's the
nature of your call?
- [Mom] It's time to-
(thread whirring)
- (muffled)
- Don't you fucking talk.
(thread whirring)
(Joshua gasping)
- [Beck] (gasping) What
the fuck are you doing?
(clothing scraping)
(Beck gasping)
(gasping) What the?
(thread whirring)
(Beck gasping)
(engine rumbling)
(soaring orchestral music)
(guns scraping)
Oh my beloved,
beloved infidel.
(Barbara gasping)
Oh what have you done
to my heart, Elaine
(tense uneasy music)
(Barbara gasping)
(tense uneasy music continues)
(phone ringing, then stops)
(Barbara gasping)
(phone ringing again)
(Barbara groaning)
(car rumbling)
- [Mom] It's time-
(Barbara gulping)
(needle clanking)
(tense uneasy music)
(Beck gasping)
(Barbara gasping)
(Barbara groaning)
(tense uneasy music)
(Barbara grunting)
(tense uneasy music continues)
(engine rumbling)
(metal squeaking)
(cow peeing)
(engine rumbling)
(Barbara panting)
(Barbara grunting)
(air whooshing)
(Barbara panting)
(tense uneasy music)
(Beck gasping)
- [Beck] What the fuck?
- [Beck] Please.
(tense uneasy music continues)
(thread whirring)
- [Beck] Please let me go.
(tense expectant music)
(Beck gasping)
(thread whirring)
(Beck groaning)
(bed creaking)
- [Beck] Help, help!
(Barbara groaning)
(Beck panting)
(wood creaking)
- [Grace] (knocking) Barbara!
(Grace's voice muffled through
door)
- [Beck] Help, help, I'm
up here! I'm tied up here-
- (knocking) Barbara, my
wedding!
- One minute!
- My button, just get my fucking
button!
(knocking) Barbara let me
in, let me in right now and-
- Coming, coming.
- I mean I've waited, I've
waited an hour and a half-
- Open.
- Sorry,
I just got caught up.
- Oh just sew my fucking button.
- Okay, (panting) done.
- Third marriage,
everything needs to be perfect.
Let's go.
(thread chattering)
(Beck gasping)
- He's coming for me,
and he's coming for you.
The boy's father, the
boy you made me kill.
When he finds your needle.
(car passing)
What is your next move?
(phone ringing)
You think this case is mine?
My boss will give you 10%,
and I'll keep the father
from killing us both.
- What happened?
- The boy changed his mind at
the drop.
I chased him, he shot at me.
- And?
- And then he crashed,
and I crashed into him.
And this is a family you don't
wanna hit.
- My family was Mom.
(soft thoughtful music)
She's still here,
in the thread.
I can't leave,
this is all that's left of her.
- This place, it isn't worth
dying for.
- This store is everything!
(knocking)
(Beck groaning)
(knocking)
Oskar.
- Getting heavy, really heavy.
(tense flourish music)
Little help?
- Okay, wait here.
- It's a real shame that
you had to pack it all up.
First dance high school
goes here, don't you think?
Ohhh Dalara howyoumoveso-
- Oskar, Oskar, y-you can't just
show up.
- Come again?
- You need to make an
appointment.
Yodel-Ay-Ee-Hoo
- Oskar.
(voices muffled through ceiling)
- ... might be suspecting
something.
She found a rooster in my pocket
when she was doing the laundry,
that guy.
How's the latest panel coming?
(Beck thudding)
- Help, help!
(Beck grunting)
(tense expectant music)
- This one's not here no,
don't move that one I haven't,
where, where can we put this
one?
Barbara, I need this one.
I'm working here.
- I'll just have them here,
okay?
(Beck groaning)
(tense expectant music)
Oskar um, if we just leave it
like this,
and then we'll do a full, a
full layout tomorrow, okay?
- And then the final stitch?
- Mm-hmm.
(Beck groaning)
(tense urgent music)
- Barbara,
need more thread.
(Beck groaning)
(tense urgent music continues)
(thread pinging)
Yellow ochre might also be nice.
(tense urgent music continues)
(threads clattering)
(Beck groaning)
(suitcase clattering)
(Beck shouting)
(tense urgent music continues)
(Barbara gasping)
- Tomorrow, right?
- Yes Oskar.
- Until tomorrow!
(Barbara gasping)
(mysterious expectant music)
(Beck groaning)
(Barbara gasping)
- Don't move.
(Beck's voice muffled
through gag and helmet)
(mysterious expectant music)
- [Beck] (screaming
muffled by gag and helmet)
- [Beck] Do you hear me?!
(muffled by gag and helmet)
(mysterious expectant music
continues)
(car rumbling)
(Beck gasping)
(engine rumbling)
(Beck gasping)
(needles clanking)
- Fuck!
(gun clattering)
(gun clicking)
(gun clicking)
(tense expectant music)
(phone ringing)
(mysterious tense music)
(gunshot blasting)
(phone ringing)
(Barbara grunting and gasping)
(Barbara gasping)
(Hudson grunting)
(Hudson gasping)
- The mobile seamstress,
suddenly not so mobile.
- [Mom] Barbara?
- Yes, Mom.
Choices.
- I'm trying to be
strong for you.
Choices.
- Doing the best I can.
- I know, Mommy.
Choices.
- I'm so sorry.
(sewing machine clacking)
- Perfect crime.
Call police.
Drive away.
Perfect crime.
Call police.
Drive away.
Perfect crime. Call police.
Drive away.
- [Mom] Barbara, you'll
do the right thing.
(phone ringing)
- [Operator] What's the
nature of your call?
- An accident, and, and
there's motorcycles down,
and, and there's guns, and-
- Whoa, whoa.
Hold on there sweetheart,
just tell me where you are.
- Um-
- Don't you fucking talk.
- Near, near Tamina Pass.
Um, just off 41.
- Very good.
- Is this Ms. Engel?
- Of course.
- It's me, it's Barbara, Barbara
Duggen.
- [Ms. Engel] Oh hi, Barbara.
You just sit tight, and
I'll be right there.
The ambulance is in another town
but there's room in the cruiser,
okay?
- Okay.
- Okay.
(sweet soaring music)
(siren wailing)
Darn robe.
(sweet soaring music turns off)
You called just in time,
you're lucky I picked up.
You stay in the car, Barbara.
(sweet soaring music turns on)
(Joshua gasping)
(sweet soaring music)
Huh.
(Joshua panting)
(sweet soaring music turns off)
Barbara?
- Yeah?
- Mind popping the hood?
- My, my hood?
- Yes dear.
- Um, yeah.
- Oh darn it, Barbara.
(soft mysterious music)
Now why'd you want to go and get
yourself
all messed up with this?
Come on, you're gonna
have to get outta the car.
Come on get out and,
and get your sewing box.
I seem to have ripped my robe.
(soft mysterious music
continues)
I'm going to need your help
getting them into the car.
Then it's to the office,
medical later I'm afraid.
Three, two, one.
(Joshua grunting)
(soft mysterious music
continues)
Your full life ahead of you.
You're not your mother.
(soft mysterious music
continues)
How you doing in there?
Medics will be here soon.
Just let me know what it'll
cost, okay?
Like it or not, y'all have
landed
in my quiet little jurisdiction.
The valley traps people,
you come as a tourist,
you end up as the sheriff,
notary, justice of the peace.
Now, I'm an off-the-record kind
of a gal,
so anything you fellas wanna
say is just for my ears.
I really believe that I can help
before the higher
authorities become involved.
What I'm trying to say is,
you two don't come off
like seasoned offenders,
and I'd hate to see your lives
destroyed
by a single lapse of judgment.
Young man,
would you like to tell me
exactly
what happened?
(sighing)
Young man,
why are you here?
- I um-
- Hmm?
- I'm here, I'm here because,
um-
- Because?
- Because of my father.
- Do you think your father
would approve of your actions,
your actions today?
- No,
no he's, he's gonna be very
upset.
- As he should be.
The ultimate role model,
that's what fathers are.
- A clean drop.
- A clean drop?
- That's what he wanted.
But um,
I pissed myself and bolted,
and now he's gonna kill me.
- You pissed yourself?
Huh.
Why?
- I'm scared of him.
- And where's this scary Pa of
yours now?
- He's on his way here,
and he's gonna kill you, you,
and you.
- Hmm,
I see.
Well, I've got a wedding to
officiate,
and so we'll deal with this
killing business later.
How much?
- How much?
- For the robe, dear.
Here, five francs should cover
it,
given the working conditions.
- We're gonna be killed.
- Now Barbara, you gotta
get a hold of yourself.
There'll be no killing on my
watch.
- No but.
(soft wedding music)
(Barbara panting)
(metal clattering)
Take off your belt.
- What?
- And your shoe laces.
- Huh?
- Tie them together.
The keys on the desk,
you're gonna get them.
(Beck gasping)
- [Ms. Engel] And with the
union of Grace Marian Vessler
and Melvin Edmond Richards,
we're reminded of the
sanctity of marriage.
When two people come together
to spend their eternity.
(Beck gasping)
(mysterious tense music)
(mysterious tense music
continues)
- And you'll let me go?
- How the hell is this-
- Deal?
- Of course.
- And we divide it?
- Bitch.
What do you want me to do?
- Throw the buckle to the left
of the keys
and leave it there.
(tense urgent music)
- I Melvin take you Grace to be
my wife,
to share the good times and
hard times, side by side.
I humbly offer my hand, as
I pledge my faith and love.
- Melvin?
- Just as this ring
I give you today is a circle
without end-
- Melvin!
- More left.
(tense urgent music)
Back.
- Ah, fucking hell.
- Okay, forward.
It has to be higher.
(tense urgent music continues)
Good, hold steady.
(paper dart whooshing)
Pull carefully, very gently.
(tense urgent music continues)
- It just won't work this way.
The goddam button.
- Gracie.
- That's what all this is
about, a button? (laughing)
- It's my wedding,
not a bloody peep show!
(panting)
- My dear,
(laughing)
I think this is your lucky day!
(tense urgent music)
(Ms. Engel's voice muffled
through door)
- Fuck.
- Oh shitter.
(tense urgent music continues)
(Ms. Engel laughing)
- I have another client for you.
Get your box.
Protocol.
- Ta-da!
- Oh fuck me.
I'm a, a blood-soaked
disaster, thanks to you.
- Now calm down, Bear.
- Oh shut it, Melvin.
I won't even ask.
(sighing) If only your
mother could see you now.
- How you fellas doing?
I'm sorry the medics
haven't gotten here yet.
They'll be here pretty soon.
- [Mom] It's time to-
- ... will never fail, and
with this ring, I thee wed.
- Attach the laces to the
buckle,
you're gonna toss the other end.
(tense urgent music)
- Throw.
Throw.
- Fuck off.
(tense urgent music continues)
(paper dart whooshing)
(tense urgent music continues)
- Wave-like motions with the
laces, okay?
Very carefully.
Okay, pull slowly.
- Slowly.
(keys jangling)
(tense expectant music)
(keys crashing)
(Barbara gasping)
(tense expectant music)
- Carefully.
(Beck panting)
(tense expectant music
continues)
(Beck groaning)
- Hey,
little help?
Fuck you!
- Give me the keys, okay?
- Give her the keys.
(Beck grunting)
Just give her the fucking keys.
- [Barbara] Throw them
to me, toss me the keys.
- Fuck you!
- You shitter.
We had a deal.
- We just fucking helped you.
- [Barbara] I did everything.
You can't do this, get the keys
please.
(tense urgent music)
- Fuck! (gasping)
(tense urgent music continues)
(Beck grunting)
(phone ringing)
I got it.
(Barbara gasping)
(Barbara grunting)
- Can you see them?
Anything?
- I can't see anything.
(Barbara gasping)
- I'm impressed with
your seamstress skills.
Really,
you're a natural.
- I don't even like thread.
- It seems like we both
have the wrong occupations.
- Forced to be a drug dealer?
- Forced to be a mobile
seamstress?
- No.
- So why do it?
- It's all I know.
- And the voices in the box?
- It's my mom and a younger me.
We would dance to it, and
it's the last one we recorded.
It's hard to listen to.
(tense expectant music)
(paper dart whooshing)
(tense expectant music
continues)
(Joshua panting)
- And now by the powers vested
in me-
- On the ground!
(bright cheerful wedding music)
- Shoot, darn it, darn
it, oh darn it, darn it.
Darn robe, darn.
(Ms. Engel shouting)
- Now.
(tense expectant music)
(outlet sparking)
(tense expectant music
continues)
- The mobile seamstress,
suddenly not so mobile.
- Dad!
(tense expectant music
continues)
- What's your name?
- Barbara.
- Barbara, nice name, Babs.
We had a dog called Babs,
didn't we Josh?
- Dad-
- Is she your new girlfriend,
Josh?
You meet her up on the road,
just before your colossal fuck
up?
- No.
- I didn't think so.
She's outta your league.
Outta your league Josh, aren't
you Babs?
Aren't you?
- Yes.
- Yes, yes what Babs? Yes what?
(tense urgent music)
What Babs, what?
You're too good for my son, is
that what you're saying Babs?
- No, no.
- Yes?
- No, no.
- No?
Then what are you saying, Babs?
What are you fucking saying,
Babs?!
- I, I don't know enough to
judge.
- Judge, you are gonna judge?
Who are you judging Babs?
Tell me, who are you fucking
judging?!
- Dad!
- You think you can fucking
judge me?!
(outlet sparking)
(Barbara grunting)
(Hudson grunting)
(Barbara gasping)
- A little help, please.
(Barbara gasping)
I'll go, I'll go get help.
(Barbara gasping)
(metal clanking)
- [Mom] Barbara?
- Yes.
- Choices.
- You'll be on your own.
- I know.
- Choices.
- One day, you'll be me.
- Choices.
- Please don't go.
(sewing machine clacking)
- Perfect crime.
Call police.
Drive away.
Perfect crime. Call police.
Drive away.
Perfect crime. Call police.
Drive away.
- [Mom] Barbara, you'll move on.
(phone ringing)
- [Operator] What's the-
(muffled)
- Don't you fucking talk.
(sweet soaring music)
(Barbara gasping)
(tense urgent music)
(phone ringing)
(phone ringing)
- ... you pledge your
undying love. (phone ringing)
Grace, have you prepared
your vows? (phone ringing)
- Um,
(phone ringing)
I Grace-
- [Ms. Engel] Police, notary and
weddings.
I'm sorry I can't pick up right
now,
but if you leave a brief
message, I'll get right-
I can't pick up right
now, but if you leave-
(tense urgent music)
(gentle diner music)
- Hey Barbara, I'll be right
there.
(gentle diner music continues)
- The mobile seamstress.
(chuckling)
Suddenly not so mobile.
- [Rosie] Nice to see you,
Barbara.
What can I get you and your-
- Family, we're family.
Two coffees and a sweet
soda for big boy here.
- [Rosie] You got it.
- We had a dog called
Babs once, didn't we Josh?
Josh,
say hi to Babs.
- Hi.
- Hi.
- Hi.
Hi.
You a fucking mouse?
- So, here we are.
Anything else?
- I'll have a schnitzel,
boy'll have the same, Babs?
Make it three schnitzels.
Let's have a goddamn schnitzel
party.
(upbeat diner music continues)
He's fine,
he's fine.
You're a competent waitress, I
can tell.
Anyone ever give you a
manual for waiting tables?
- Three schnitzels.
- Didn't think so.
It's true of any service
position.
It's only by doing that you
get to know your customer.
Clearly Joshua didn't know his
customer.
He wasn't potty trained until he
was six.
His mother said I made him
nervous.
(knife clattering)
Here's what I'm gonna need from
you, Babs.
I'm gonna need you to
forget everything you saw.
Everything, you understand me?
- Yeah.
- A lotta people in this town,
they're going to be
asking a lotta questions,
so I'm gonna need a
little bit more from you.
Joshua and I are in town for the
day.
We're distant relatives when
they ask,
a nice visit, family
luncheon, you got that?
- Yeah.
- Good.
Now Joshua here is pretty badly
beaten up.
I can't take him to the
hospital for obvious reasons,
so you're gonna stitch him.
Restroom, now.
Take only what you need.
- [Mom] It's time to-
- What the fuck?
You might need a second.
(groaning)
(Joshua and Barbara grunting)
- [Mom] It's time to stitch.
It's time to stitch.
- Time to stitch.
- [Mom] Stitch like a
song, with perfect rhythm.
(Joshua thudding and grunting)
(Barbara gasping)
... sewing machine, the
sewing-
(gentle diner music)
- Hello.
I'm looking for Barbara,
her sewing kit?
- She's not here.
(chuckling)
I can sure see that, sir.
Anniversary quilt, for my wife.
(chuckling) It talks.
Don't tell her.
Name's Oskar.
Barbara's student, teaching me
to stitch.
You?
- I'm Barbara's uncle.
(upbeat diner music)
- Aside from her mother I, I
didn't know Barbara had family.
A real pity when she passed.
The two,
like sisters.
Well it sure must be nice
for her having you around.
(Joshua grunting)
- This jacket was my
dad's when he was my age.
I always knew this day was
coming but,
it just always felt so,
so distant.
Every year my dad would
put this jacket on me,
and he'd laugh at how big it
was,
how it would cover me
like an oversized blanket.
And I thought as long as it
doesn't fit,
I'd be safe.
This birthday was different.
- Sit still, I need to stitch
you.
- What's the point?
- You want freedom?
(Joshua gasping)
- Her first flight.
This is your captain speaking,
your husband loves you, over.
Now this one, this one is very
special.
Ugh, darn it,
dagnabbit. (sighing)
(gentle diner music)
Where is Barbara?
(tense urgent music)
- No matter what happens,
don't let go of this.
This is your lifeline, okay?
Listen closely.
- (knocking) Barbara, are you in
there?
- Pull the second, then the
first.
- (knocking) Barbara.
Barbara.
Barbara.
- Oskar, hi.
- My goodness are, are you okay?
- Yeah.
- Who's this?
- This is Joshua.
My cousin, cousin Josh.
- Hi.
- He was um, in a bit of an
accident,
so I was just helping clean him
up.
- Whoops,
forgive me folks for barging in
for all this.
Barbara, I will call you.
- Yeah, bye.
(upbeat diner music)
(Joshua and Barbara grunting)
- Food is cold.
You two took a lot longer
than I would've thought.
Any interesting conversation
I might have missed?
I find that hard to believe.
Now what did he tell you?
What?
- He said he was scared.
- (chuckling) Oh, oh I see.
You were scared Josh, you
were scared, were you?
And why were you scared Joshua?
C'mon, tell me, I'm ready to
hear it.
- I was scared of him.
- Him who?
- The seller.
- You shouldn't have been
scared.
- I know, I know, but-
But I was.
- Was it his gun that scared
you?
- Yeah.
- But you had a gun too,
didn't you?
- I did, yeah.
- And did he fire his gun at
you?
- Yeah.
- No,
no he didn't.
You know how I know that Josh?
I checked the magazine, had a
full round.
Your gun on the other hand,
(metal clanking)
that's a lot of shooting
for someone who's afraid.
A lot of shooting for someone
who's not being fired at.
Now it seems to me you
weren't afraid at all.
It seems to me you wanted him
dead.
Now from a business standpoint
Josh,
that doesn't make any sense.
Babs, you ever make the
hem on someone's dress
and then just when
they're about to pay you,
you pull out the old six-shooter
and plug them in the face?
- No.
- Take the cash and leave me
son,
that was your plan, wasn't it?
I suspected something
like this might happen,
and I was prepared.
Consider yourself very, very
lucky.
- Yeah. (sniffing)
- Today was supposed to
be a day of celebration,
toasting the success of your
first job.
Now look at us, here
in this shithole diner
eating cold schnitzels
beside a sorry-ass spinster.
- I'm sorry.
- What are you sorry for?
- I'm, I'm sorry-
- What are you sorry for?
- For lying about the deal.
- And?
- For trying to steal the money.
- And?
- I'm sorry for trying to
leave, for trying to leave you.
- And there it is.
And there it is.
I understand your mom passed,
Babs.
Is that right?
- Yes.
- And you loved her?
- Yes.
- Ever consider leaving her?
You know, when she was alive and
kicking.
Ever consider leaving your
mother?
- I, I did.
She was killing herself
and I couldn't watch.
- What do you know about love,
Josh?
Well, let me tell you a
little something about it.
It hurts like hell when
it's not reciprocated,
but when it's your own child,
the pain is immense,
and you will do anything,
anything to relieve it.
Even if that means destroying
those who are closest to you.
I was prepared.
Boom.
That case won't bring you
happiness.
Believe you me,
far from it.
I'm getting too old for this,
Josh.
Today was the day when you
were supposed to fill my shoes,
to repay me for everything
that I've done for you.
You failed me son.
More so than you will never
know.
(upbeat diner music)
- I love you, Dad.
- I see.
Kill her.
- No.
- Bathroom, woods, car,
here at the goddamn table.
You choose.
- No, no, no.
- Trust, courage, loyalty,
your only way out.
(Barbara sighing)
- [Mom] It's time to stitch.
- Time to stitch.
- Stitch like a song,
with perfect rhythm.
- What the fuck are you doing?
Oh, the sewing machine,
the sewing machine
A girl's best friend
If I didn't have my sewing
machine
I'd have come to no good end
Well, a bobbin, a bobbin
and peddle, a peddle
And wheel the wheel by day
So by night I feel so weary
that I never get out to play
Oh, the sewing machine,
the sewing machine
A helping hand
If I didn't have my sewing
machine
I'd drink to beat the band
But a bobbin, a bobbin
and peddle, a peddle
As busy as a bug
So by night I feel so weary
that I can hardly lift a mug
Oh, I thread the needle
and fix the shuttle
And put in the cloth
and pull on the lever
A bobbin, a bobbin
and peddle, a peddle
And wheel the wheel all day
Oh, the sewing machine,
the sewing machine
The sewing machine, the sewing
machine
is a girl's best friend
- You done?
Wow Babs, wow.
That was quite impressive.
A little repetitive, but
overall,
if you don't mind a little
bit of benign criticism,
you could've extended
your arms a little more.
Anything to stay alive, huh
Josh?
But no, absolutely brilliant.
Thank you, thank you, I needed
that.
All right. (sighing)
Now it's your turn.
(tense uneasy music)
- Barbara.
Really?
- Now is not a good time, Miss.
- Excuse me?
I don't know who you are,
or who you think you are,
and frankly I don't care if
you're the good Lord himself.
Barbara is meeting me outside.
Bring your sewing box.
(tense uneasy music continues)
Out.
(chuckling)
You might have to kill them
both.
- Have you any idea
what it's like to bleed
in front of the altar?
- I'm sorry, but-
- It's my honeymoon,
and we're already late,
but I'm damned
if I'm gonna leave without my
button.
(tense uneasy music)
- The first kill is always the
hardest.
by night I get so weary I
don't even look good to him
- Or maybe you could
just give her the case,
and be done with it.
Oh
- Done.
Have I got a boss,
he looks like a hoss
His name's Joe Gurt
If he didn't own the sewing
machine
- It's time.
I'd a kicked him where it
hurts
Well, a bobbin, a bobbin
and peddle, a peddle
He keeps his eyes on me
Why I never, never have kicked
him
still remains a mystery
Oh I thread the needle
and fix the shuttle
And put in the cloth
and pull on the lever
A bobbin, a bobbin
and peddle, a peddle
And wheel the wheel all day
(gun clattering)
Oh, the sewing machine,
the sewing machine
The sewing machine, the sewing
machine
Is a girl's best friend
This is the end
(Hudson gasping)
(gentle diner music)
(patrons shuffling)
(furniture clattering)
(Joshua laughing and crying)
(Joshua panting)
(soft unsettled music)
(tense urgent music)
(soft unsettled music)
(tense urgent music)
(Joshua gasping)
(Barbara panting)
(latches clattering)
(Barbara panting)
(register ringing)
(alarm beeping)
(Joshua gasping)
(soft unsettled music)
(tense uneasy music)
- [Mom] Good night, sweetie.
- Good night, Mommy.
- All right hey, I'll dream of
you,
you dream of me, okay?
- You might say that this
is what I needed all along,
to let go of the store, to let
go of mom.
But despite being so torn,
I somehow found my way.
Would you have chosen a similar
path,
or would you have taken a
different road?
(sweet unsettled music)
(sewing machine clacking)
(button whirring)
(button clanking)
(Grace shouting)
(sighing)
- So now I have to pay for a
dusty button.
Third marriage,
(sighing)
everything needs to be perfect.
- Done.
- So what's the rest of
your afternoon looking like?
- Cold calls.
- Hmm.
(engine rumbling)
(sweet soaring music)
- Open.
Open.
Tamina Pass?
Where's Tamina Pass?
Wait.
This never happened.
(tires squealing)
(Barbara gasping)
- [Barbara] Choices,
choices,
choices.
(tense expectant music)
(tense expectant music
continues)
(sweet unsettled music)
(sweet unsettled music
continues)
(tense expectant music)
(soft thoughtful music)
- [Barbara] If I were to
tell you why I did what I did
when I was broke and
alone, would you pity me,
or would you say that my
actions were justified?
(soft mysterious music
continues)
Perhaps you'd relate to
my isolation, my need,
or perhaps you'd simply
see my lack of morality.
(tense mysterious music)
Choices,
choices,
choices.
(sewing machine clacking)
(tense mysterious music
continues)
(sewing machine whirring)
- [Mom] Good morning,
sleepyhead.
Up, up.
- Five more minutes?
Nope. (laughing)
- (groaning) Mom!
- Good morning. (laughing)
Up, get up now.
- Okay.
(soft gentle music)
(urine tinkling)
- You got this?
- I got this.
- Now wash your hands.
- Okay.
- I'm hungry.
- (chuckling) Okay you.
Come on, customers are waiting.
(soft gentle music continues)
And Barbara?
- Yeah?
- [Mom] I want you to pinkie
promise
that whatever happens to me,
you'll be a happy girl.
- Promise.
- You'll keep this store alive,
okay?
(threads clattering)
(tape scraping)
- [Mom] Talking portraits
are machine-embroidered
custom portraits.
- With audio recordings.
- Made right here at Duggen's.
(phone ringing)
(singer singing in foreign
language)
(metal squeaking)
(engine rumbling)
(gentle sweet music)
- Late.
(Barbara panting)
(sighing) You know at this rate
I'll be late for my own wedding.
You know your mother, rest her
soul,
would've been done and gone by
now, hmm.
(laughing) Why, why she drove,
I mean, why you drive
that ridiculous windup,
(laughing) it's beyond me.
(sighing) Well, at least
she was mildly reliable.
Not running her business into
the ground,
living with ghosts.
(laughing) I remember this.
- [Mom] It's time to stitch.
- Time to-
(Grace shouting)
(button whirring)
(button clanking)
(Grace shouting)
(Barbara panting)
(sighing) So now I have
to pay for a dusty button.
No.
No.
No.
No!
- Well I, I, I have a,
a, a spare at the shop.
I can, I can cancel my
other appointments and-
- You don't have any other
appointments.
- Well-
- A spare,
spare at, at the shop?
- Yeah.
- But my wedding is, (gasping)
just get my fucking button
you stupid girl, get up!
Go, go, stupid girl, (sobbing)
go!
(tense expectant music)
No button, no money!
Put your foot down, you stupid
girl!
(tense expectant music
continues)
A chance to reprise
Those breathless moments
when love cast its spell
In the sound of the surf on
the shore
Beloved infidel
I see your face when I look at
a star
And I embrace all the
things that you are
My love for you
Time can never dispel
(Joshua gasping)
(Beck grunting)
Oh my beloved, beloved infidel
(sweet orchestral music)
(engine rumbling)
(phone beeping and ringing)
- Choices, choices,
(phone ringing)
Choices.
(sewing machine clacking)
Perfect crime.
(sewing machine clacking)
Call police.
(sewing machine clacking)
Drive away.
(sewing machine clacking)
Perfect crime, call police,
drive away.
Perfect crime, call police,
drive away.
- [Mom] Barbara, you
keep this store alive.
- [Operator] What's the
nature of your call?
- [Mom] It's time to-
(thread whirring)
- (muffled)
- Don't you fucking talk.
(thread whirring)
(Joshua gasping)
- [Beck] (gasping) What
the fuck are you doing?
(clothing scraping)
(Beck gasping)
(gasping) What the?
(thread whirring)
(Beck gasping)
(engine rumbling)
(soaring orchestral music)
(guns scraping)
Oh my beloved,
beloved infidel.
(Barbara gasping)
Oh what have you done
to my heart, Elaine
(tense uneasy music)
(Barbara gasping)
(tense uneasy music continues)
(phone ringing, then stops)
(Barbara gasping)
(phone ringing again)
(Barbara groaning)
(car rumbling)
- [Mom] It's time-
(Barbara gulping)
(needle clanking)
(tense uneasy music)
(Beck gasping)
(Barbara gasping)
(Barbara groaning)
(tense uneasy music)
(Barbara grunting)
(tense uneasy music continues)
(engine rumbling)
(metal squeaking)
(cow peeing)
(engine rumbling)
(Barbara panting)
(Barbara grunting)
(air whooshing)
(Barbara panting)
(tense uneasy music)
(Beck gasping)
- [Beck] What the fuck?
- [Beck] Please.
(tense uneasy music continues)
(thread whirring)
- [Beck] Please let me go.
(tense expectant music)
(Beck gasping)
(thread whirring)
(Beck groaning)
(bed creaking)
- [Beck] Help, help!
(Barbara groaning)
(Beck panting)
(wood creaking)
- [Grace] (knocking) Barbara!
(Grace's voice muffled through
door)
- [Beck] Help, help, I'm
up here! I'm tied up here-
- (knocking) Barbara, my
wedding!
- One minute!
- My button, just get my fucking
button!
(knocking) Barbara let me
in, let me in right now and-
- Coming, coming.
- I mean I've waited, I've
waited an hour and a half-
- Open.
- Sorry,
I just got caught up.
- Oh just sew my fucking button.
- Okay, (panting) done.
- Third marriage,
everything needs to be perfect.
Let's go.
(thread chattering)
(Beck gasping)
- He's coming for me,
and he's coming for you.
The boy's father, the
boy you made me kill.
When he finds your needle.
(car passing)
What is your next move?
(phone ringing)
You think this case is mine?
My boss will give you 10%,
and I'll keep the father
from killing us both.
- What happened?
- The boy changed his mind at
the drop.
I chased him, he shot at me.
- And?
- And then he crashed,
and I crashed into him.
And this is a family you don't
wanna hit.
- My family was Mom.
(soft thoughtful music)
She's still here,
in the thread.
I can't leave,
this is all that's left of her.
- This place, it isn't worth
dying for.
- This store is everything!
(knocking)
(Beck groaning)
(knocking)
Oskar.
- Getting heavy, really heavy.
(tense flourish music)
Little help?
- Okay, wait here.
- It's a real shame that
you had to pack it all up.
First dance high school
goes here, don't you think?
Ohhh Dalara howyoumoveso-
- Oskar, Oskar, y-you can't just
show up.
- Come again?
- You need to make an
appointment.
Yodel-Ay-Ee-Hoo
- Oskar.
(voices muffled through ceiling)
- ... might be suspecting
something.
She found a rooster in my pocket
when she was doing the laundry,
that guy.
How's the latest panel coming?
(Beck thudding)
- Help, help!
(Beck grunting)
(tense expectant music)
- This one's not here no,
don't move that one I haven't,
where, where can we put this
one?
Barbara, I need this one.
I'm working here.
- I'll just have them here,
okay?
(Beck groaning)
(tense expectant music)
Oskar um, if we just leave it
like this,
and then we'll do a full, a
full layout tomorrow, okay?
- And then the final stitch?
- Mm-hmm.
(Beck groaning)
(tense urgent music)
- Barbara,
need more thread.
(Beck groaning)
(tense urgent music continues)
(thread pinging)
Yellow ochre might also be nice.
(tense urgent music continues)
(threads clattering)
(Beck groaning)
(suitcase clattering)
(Beck shouting)
(tense urgent music continues)
(Barbara gasping)
- Tomorrow, right?
- Yes Oskar.
- Until tomorrow!
(Barbara gasping)
(mysterious expectant music)
(Beck groaning)
(Barbara gasping)
- Don't move.
(Beck's voice muffled
through gag and helmet)
(mysterious expectant music)
- [Beck] (screaming
muffled by gag and helmet)
- [Beck] Do you hear me?!
(muffled by gag and helmet)
(mysterious expectant music
continues)
(car rumbling)
(Beck gasping)
(engine rumbling)
(Beck gasping)
(needles clanking)
- Fuck!
(gun clattering)
(gun clicking)
(gun clicking)
(tense expectant music)
(phone ringing)
(mysterious tense music)
(gunshot blasting)
(phone ringing)
(Barbara grunting and gasping)
(Barbara gasping)
(Hudson grunting)
(Hudson gasping)
- The mobile seamstress,
suddenly not so mobile.
- [Mom] Barbara?
- Yes, Mom.
Choices.
- I'm trying to be
strong for you.
Choices.
- Doing the best I can.
- I know, Mommy.
Choices.
- I'm so sorry.
(sewing machine clacking)
- Perfect crime.
Call police.
Drive away.
Perfect crime.
Call police.
Drive away.
Perfect crime. Call police.
Drive away.
- [Mom] Barbara, you'll
do the right thing.
(phone ringing)
- [Operator] What's the
nature of your call?
- An accident, and, and
there's motorcycles down,
and, and there's guns, and-
- Whoa, whoa.
Hold on there sweetheart,
just tell me where you are.
- Um-
- Don't you fucking talk.
- Near, near Tamina Pass.
Um, just off 41.
- Very good.
- Is this Ms. Engel?
- Of course.
- It's me, it's Barbara, Barbara
Duggen.
- [Ms. Engel] Oh hi, Barbara.
You just sit tight, and
I'll be right there.
The ambulance is in another town
but there's room in the cruiser,
okay?
- Okay.
- Okay.
(sweet soaring music)
(siren wailing)
Darn robe.
(sweet soaring music turns off)
You called just in time,
you're lucky I picked up.
You stay in the car, Barbara.
(sweet soaring music turns on)
(Joshua gasping)
(sweet soaring music)
Huh.
(Joshua panting)
(sweet soaring music turns off)
Barbara?
- Yeah?
- Mind popping the hood?
- My, my hood?
- Yes dear.
- Um, yeah.
- Oh darn it, Barbara.
(soft mysterious music)
Now why'd you want to go and get
yourself
all messed up with this?
Come on, you're gonna
have to get outta the car.
Come on get out and,
and get your sewing box.
I seem to have ripped my robe.
(soft mysterious music
continues)
I'm going to need your help
getting them into the car.
Then it's to the office,
medical later I'm afraid.
Three, two, one.
(Joshua grunting)
(soft mysterious music
continues)
Your full life ahead of you.
You're not your mother.
(soft mysterious music
continues)
How you doing in there?
Medics will be here soon.
Just let me know what it'll
cost, okay?
Like it or not, y'all have
landed
in my quiet little jurisdiction.
The valley traps people,
you come as a tourist,
you end up as the sheriff,
notary, justice of the peace.
Now, I'm an off-the-record kind
of a gal,
so anything you fellas wanna
say is just for my ears.
I really believe that I can help
before the higher
authorities become involved.
What I'm trying to say is,
you two don't come off
like seasoned offenders,
and I'd hate to see your lives
destroyed
by a single lapse of judgment.
Young man,
would you like to tell me
exactly
what happened?
(sighing)
Young man,
why are you here?
- I um-
- Hmm?
- I'm here, I'm here because,
um-
- Because?
- Because of my father.
- Do you think your father
would approve of your actions,
your actions today?
- No,
no he's, he's gonna be very
upset.
- As he should be.
The ultimate role model,
that's what fathers are.
- A clean drop.
- A clean drop?
- That's what he wanted.
But um,
I pissed myself and bolted,
and now he's gonna kill me.
- You pissed yourself?
Huh.
Why?
- I'm scared of him.
- And where's this scary Pa of
yours now?
- He's on his way here,
and he's gonna kill you, you,
and you.
- Hmm,
I see.
Well, I've got a wedding to
officiate,
and so we'll deal with this
killing business later.
How much?
- How much?
- For the robe, dear.
Here, five francs should cover
it,
given the working conditions.
- We're gonna be killed.
- Now Barbara, you gotta
get a hold of yourself.
There'll be no killing on my
watch.
- No but.
(soft wedding music)
(Barbara panting)
(metal clattering)
Take off your belt.
- What?
- And your shoe laces.
- Huh?
- Tie them together.
The keys on the desk,
you're gonna get them.
(Beck gasping)
- [Ms. Engel] And with the
union of Grace Marian Vessler
and Melvin Edmond Richards,
we're reminded of the
sanctity of marriage.
When two people come together
to spend their eternity.
(Beck gasping)
(mysterious tense music)
(mysterious tense music
continues)
- And you'll let me go?
- How the hell is this-
- Deal?
- Of course.
- And we divide it?
- Bitch.
What do you want me to do?
- Throw the buckle to the left
of the keys
and leave it there.
(tense urgent music)
- I Melvin take you Grace to be
my wife,
to share the good times and
hard times, side by side.
I humbly offer my hand, as
I pledge my faith and love.
- Melvin?
- Just as this ring
I give you today is a circle
without end-
- Melvin!
- More left.
(tense urgent music)
Back.
- Ah, fucking hell.
- Okay, forward.
It has to be higher.
(tense urgent music continues)
Good, hold steady.
(paper dart whooshing)
Pull carefully, very gently.
(tense urgent music continues)
- It just won't work this way.
The goddam button.
- Gracie.
- That's what all this is
about, a button? (laughing)
- It's my wedding,
not a bloody peep show!
(panting)
- My dear,
(laughing)
I think this is your lucky day!
(tense urgent music)
(Ms. Engel's voice muffled
through door)
- Fuck.
- Oh shitter.
(tense urgent music continues)
(Ms. Engel laughing)
- I have another client for you.
Get your box.
Protocol.
- Ta-da!
- Oh fuck me.
I'm a, a blood-soaked
disaster, thanks to you.
- Now calm down, Bear.
- Oh shut it, Melvin.
I won't even ask.
(sighing) If only your
mother could see you now.
- How you fellas doing?
I'm sorry the medics
haven't gotten here yet.
They'll be here pretty soon.
- [Mom] It's time to-
- ... will never fail, and
with this ring, I thee wed.
- Attach the laces to the
buckle,
you're gonna toss the other end.
(tense urgent music)
- Throw.
Throw.
- Fuck off.
(tense urgent music continues)
(paper dart whooshing)
(tense urgent music continues)
- Wave-like motions with the
laces, okay?
Very carefully.
Okay, pull slowly.
- Slowly.
(keys jangling)
(tense expectant music)
(keys crashing)
(Barbara gasping)
(tense expectant music)
- Carefully.
(Beck panting)
(tense expectant music
continues)
(Beck groaning)
- Hey,
little help?
Fuck you!
- Give me the keys, okay?
- Give her the keys.
(Beck grunting)
Just give her the fucking keys.
- [Barbara] Throw them
to me, toss me the keys.
- Fuck you!
- You shitter.
We had a deal.
- We just fucking helped you.
- [Barbara] I did everything.
You can't do this, get the keys
please.
(tense urgent music)
- Fuck! (gasping)
(tense urgent music continues)
(Beck grunting)
(phone ringing)
I got it.
(Barbara gasping)
(Barbara grunting)
- Can you see them?
Anything?
- I can't see anything.
(Barbara gasping)
- I'm impressed with
your seamstress skills.
Really,
you're a natural.
- I don't even like thread.
- It seems like we both
have the wrong occupations.
- Forced to be a drug dealer?
- Forced to be a mobile
seamstress?
- No.
- So why do it?
- It's all I know.
- And the voices in the box?
- It's my mom and a younger me.
We would dance to it, and
it's the last one we recorded.
It's hard to listen to.
(tense expectant music)
(paper dart whooshing)
(tense expectant music
continues)
(Joshua panting)
- And now by the powers vested
in me-
- On the ground!
(bright cheerful wedding music)
- Shoot, darn it, darn
it, oh darn it, darn it.
Darn robe, darn.
(Ms. Engel shouting)
- Now.
(tense expectant music)
(outlet sparking)
(tense expectant music
continues)
- The mobile seamstress,
suddenly not so mobile.
- Dad!
(tense expectant music
continues)
- What's your name?
- Barbara.
- Barbara, nice name, Babs.
We had a dog called Babs,
didn't we Josh?
- Dad-
- Is she your new girlfriend,
Josh?
You meet her up on the road,
just before your colossal fuck
up?
- No.
- I didn't think so.
She's outta your league.
Outta your league Josh, aren't
you Babs?
Aren't you?
- Yes.
- Yes, yes what Babs? Yes what?
(tense urgent music)
What Babs, what?
You're too good for my son, is
that what you're saying Babs?
- No, no.
- Yes?
- No, no.
- No?
Then what are you saying, Babs?
What are you fucking saying,
Babs?!
- I, I don't know enough to
judge.
- Judge, you are gonna judge?
Who are you judging Babs?
Tell me, who are you fucking
judging?!
- Dad!
- You think you can fucking
judge me?!
(outlet sparking)
(Barbara grunting)
(Hudson grunting)
(Barbara gasping)
- A little help, please.
(Barbara gasping)
I'll go, I'll go get help.
(Barbara gasping)
(metal clanking)
- [Mom] Barbara?
- Yes.
- Choices.
- You'll be on your own.
- I know.
- Choices.
- One day, you'll be me.
- Choices.
- Please don't go.
(sewing machine clacking)
- Perfect crime.
Call police.
Drive away.
Perfect crime. Call police.
Drive away.
Perfect crime. Call police.
Drive away.
- [Mom] Barbara, you'll move on.
(phone ringing)
- [Operator] What's the-
(muffled)
- Don't you fucking talk.
(sweet soaring music)
(Barbara gasping)
(tense urgent music)
(phone ringing)
(phone ringing)
- ... you pledge your
undying love. (phone ringing)
Grace, have you prepared
your vows? (phone ringing)
- Um,
(phone ringing)
I Grace-
- [Ms. Engel] Police, notary and
weddings.
I'm sorry I can't pick up right
now,
but if you leave a brief
message, I'll get right-
I can't pick up right
now, but if you leave-
(tense urgent music)
(gentle diner music)
- Hey Barbara, I'll be right
there.
(gentle diner music continues)
- The mobile seamstress.
(chuckling)
Suddenly not so mobile.
- [Rosie] Nice to see you,
Barbara.
What can I get you and your-
- Family, we're family.
Two coffees and a sweet
soda for big boy here.
- [Rosie] You got it.
- We had a dog called
Babs once, didn't we Josh?
Josh,
say hi to Babs.
- Hi.
- Hi.
- Hi.
Hi.
You a fucking mouse?
- So, here we are.
Anything else?
- I'll have a schnitzel,
boy'll have the same, Babs?
Make it three schnitzels.
Let's have a goddamn schnitzel
party.
(upbeat diner music continues)
He's fine,
he's fine.
You're a competent waitress, I
can tell.
Anyone ever give you a
manual for waiting tables?
- Three schnitzels.
- Didn't think so.
It's true of any service
position.
It's only by doing that you
get to know your customer.
Clearly Joshua didn't know his
customer.
He wasn't potty trained until he
was six.
His mother said I made him
nervous.
(knife clattering)
Here's what I'm gonna need from
you, Babs.
I'm gonna need you to
forget everything you saw.
Everything, you understand me?
- Yeah.
- A lotta people in this town,
they're going to be
asking a lotta questions,
so I'm gonna need a
little bit more from you.
Joshua and I are in town for the
day.
We're distant relatives when
they ask,
a nice visit, family
luncheon, you got that?
- Yeah.
- Good.
Now Joshua here is pretty badly
beaten up.
I can't take him to the
hospital for obvious reasons,
so you're gonna stitch him.
Restroom, now.
Take only what you need.
- [Mom] It's time to-
- What the fuck?
You might need a second.
(groaning)
(Joshua and Barbara grunting)
- [Mom] It's time to stitch.
It's time to stitch.
- Time to stitch.
- [Mom] Stitch like a
song, with perfect rhythm.
(Joshua thudding and grunting)
(Barbara gasping)
... sewing machine, the
sewing-
(gentle diner music)
- Hello.
I'm looking for Barbara,
her sewing kit?
- She's not here.
(chuckling)
I can sure see that, sir.
Anniversary quilt, for my wife.
(chuckling) It talks.
Don't tell her.
Name's Oskar.
Barbara's student, teaching me
to stitch.
You?
- I'm Barbara's uncle.
(upbeat diner music)
- Aside from her mother I, I
didn't know Barbara had family.
A real pity when she passed.
The two,
like sisters.
Well it sure must be nice
for her having you around.
(Joshua grunting)
- This jacket was my
dad's when he was my age.
I always knew this day was
coming but,
it just always felt so,
so distant.
Every year my dad would
put this jacket on me,
and he'd laugh at how big it
was,
how it would cover me
like an oversized blanket.
And I thought as long as it
doesn't fit,
I'd be safe.
This birthday was different.
- Sit still, I need to stitch
you.
- What's the point?
- You want freedom?
(Joshua gasping)
- Her first flight.
This is your captain speaking,
your husband loves you, over.
Now this one, this one is very
special.
Ugh, darn it,
dagnabbit. (sighing)
(gentle diner music)
Where is Barbara?
(tense urgent music)
- No matter what happens,
don't let go of this.
This is your lifeline, okay?
Listen closely.
- (knocking) Barbara, are you in
there?
- Pull the second, then the
first.
- (knocking) Barbara.
Barbara.
Barbara.
- Oskar, hi.
- My goodness are, are you okay?
- Yeah.
- Who's this?
- This is Joshua.
My cousin, cousin Josh.
- Hi.
- He was um, in a bit of an
accident,
so I was just helping clean him
up.
- Whoops,
forgive me folks for barging in
for all this.
Barbara, I will call you.
- Yeah, bye.
(upbeat diner music)
(Joshua and Barbara grunting)
- Food is cold.
You two took a lot longer
than I would've thought.
Any interesting conversation
I might have missed?
I find that hard to believe.
Now what did he tell you?
What?
- He said he was scared.
- (chuckling) Oh, oh I see.
You were scared Josh, you
were scared, were you?
And why were you scared Joshua?
C'mon, tell me, I'm ready to
hear it.
- I was scared of him.
- Him who?
- The seller.
- You shouldn't have been
scared.
- I know, I know, but-
But I was.
- Was it his gun that scared
you?
- Yeah.
- But you had a gun too,
didn't you?
- I did, yeah.
- And did he fire his gun at
you?
- Yeah.
- No,
no he didn't.
You know how I know that Josh?
I checked the magazine, had a
full round.
Your gun on the other hand,
(metal clanking)
that's a lot of shooting
for someone who's afraid.
A lot of shooting for someone
who's not being fired at.
Now it seems to me you
weren't afraid at all.
It seems to me you wanted him
dead.
Now from a business standpoint
Josh,
that doesn't make any sense.
Babs, you ever make the
hem on someone's dress
and then just when
they're about to pay you,
you pull out the old six-shooter
and plug them in the face?
- No.
- Take the cash and leave me
son,
that was your plan, wasn't it?
I suspected something
like this might happen,
and I was prepared.
Consider yourself very, very
lucky.
- Yeah. (sniffing)
- Today was supposed to
be a day of celebration,
toasting the success of your
first job.
Now look at us, here
in this shithole diner
eating cold schnitzels
beside a sorry-ass spinster.
- I'm sorry.
- What are you sorry for?
- I'm, I'm sorry-
- What are you sorry for?
- For lying about the deal.
- And?
- For trying to steal the money.
- And?
- I'm sorry for trying to
leave, for trying to leave you.
- And there it is.
And there it is.
I understand your mom passed,
Babs.
Is that right?
- Yes.
- And you loved her?
- Yes.
- Ever consider leaving her?
You know, when she was alive and
kicking.
Ever consider leaving your
mother?
- I, I did.
She was killing herself
and I couldn't watch.
- What do you know about love,
Josh?
Well, let me tell you a
little something about it.
It hurts like hell when
it's not reciprocated,
but when it's your own child,
the pain is immense,
and you will do anything,
anything to relieve it.
Even if that means destroying
those who are closest to you.
I was prepared.
Boom.
That case won't bring you
happiness.
Believe you me,
far from it.
I'm getting too old for this,
Josh.
Today was the day when you
were supposed to fill my shoes,
to repay me for everything
that I've done for you.
You failed me son.
More so than you will never
know.
(upbeat diner music)
- I love you, Dad.
- I see.
Kill her.
- No.
- Bathroom, woods, car,
here at the goddamn table.
You choose.
- No, no, no.
- Trust, courage, loyalty,
your only way out.
(Barbara sighing)
- [Mom] It's time to stitch.
- Time to stitch.
- Stitch like a song,
with perfect rhythm.
- What the fuck are you doing?
Oh, the sewing machine,
the sewing machine
A girl's best friend
If I didn't have my sewing
machine
I'd have come to no good end
Well, a bobbin, a bobbin
and peddle, a peddle
And wheel the wheel by day
So by night I feel so weary
that I never get out to play
Oh, the sewing machine,
the sewing machine
A helping hand
If I didn't have my sewing
machine
I'd drink to beat the band
But a bobbin, a bobbin
and peddle, a peddle
As busy as a bug
So by night I feel so weary
that I can hardly lift a mug
Oh, I thread the needle
and fix the shuttle
And put in the cloth
and pull on the lever
A bobbin, a bobbin
and peddle, a peddle
And wheel the wheel all day
Oh, the sewing machine,
the sewing machine
The sewing machine, the sewing
machine
is a girl's best friend
- You done?
Wow Babs, wow.
That was quite impressive.
A little repetitive, but
overall,
if you don't mind a little
bit of benign criticism,
you could've extended
your arms a little more.
Anything to stay alive, huh
Josh?
But no, absolutely brilliant.
Thank you, thank you, I needed
that.
All right. (sighing)
Now it's your turn.
(tense uneasy music)
- Barbara.
Really?
- Now is not a good time, Miss.
- Excuse me?
I don't know who you are,
or who you think you are,
and frankly I don't care if
you're the good Lord himself.
Barbara is meeting me outside.
Bring your sewing box.
(tense uneasy music continues)
Out.
(chuckling)
You might have to kill them
both.
- Have you any idea
what it's like to bleed
in front of the altar?
- I'm sorry, but-
- It's my honeymoon,
and we're already late,
but I'm damned
if I'm gonna leave without my
button.
(tense uneasy music)
- The first kill is always the
hardest.
by night I get so weary I
don't even look good to him
- Or maybe you could
just give her the case,
and be done with it.
Oh
- Done.
Have I got a boss,
he looks like a hoss
His name's Joe Gurt
If he didn't own the sewing
machine
- It's time.
I'd a kicked him where it
hurts
Well, a bobbin, a bobbin
and peddle, a peddle
He keeps his eyes on me
Why I never, never have kicked
him
still remains a mystery
Oh I thread the needle
and fix the shuttle
And put in the cloth
and pull on the lever
A bobbin, a bobbin
and peddle, a peddle
And wheel the wheel all day
(gun clattering)
Oh, the sewing machine,
the sewing machine
The sewing machine, the sewing
machine
Is a girl's best friend
This is the end
(Hudson gasping)
(gentle diner music)
(patrons shuffling)
(furniture clattering)
(Joshua laughing and crying)
(Joshua panting)
(soft unsettled music)
(tense urgent music)
(soft unsettled music)
(tense urgent music)
(Joshua gasping)
(Barbara panting)
(latches clattering)
(Barbara panting)
(register ringing)
(alarm beeping)
(Joshua gasping)
(soft unsettled music)
(tense uneasy music)
- [Mom] Good night, sweetie.
- Good night, Mommy.
- All right hey, I'll dream of
you,
you dream of me, okay?
- You might say that this
is what I needed all along,
to let go of the store, to let
go of mom.
But despite being so torn,
I somehow found my way.
Would you have chosen a similar
path,
or would you have taken a
different road?
(sweet unsettled music)
(sewing machine clacking)
(button whirring)
(button clanking)
(Grace shouting)
(sighing)
- So now I have to pay for a
dusty button.
Third marriage,
(sighing)
everything needs to be perfect.
- Done.
- So what's the rest of
your afternoon looking like?
- Cold calls.
- Hmm.
(engine rumbling)
(sweet soaring music)
- Open.
Open.
Tamina Pass?
Where's Tamina Pass?
Wait.
This never happened.
(tires squealing)
(Barbara gasping)
- [Barbara] Choices,
choices,
choices.
(tense expectant music)
(tense expectant music
continues)
(sweet unsettled music)
(sweet unsettled music
continues)
(tense expectant music)
(soft thoughtful music)