Babalu - Episode 108: Rewind

Opening: The following series addresses sensitive topics

including self harm and suicide. Listener discretion is advised.

Uneasy Tiger: Uneasy Tiger.

Sherry: Alright, folks. I am blowing this popsicle stand.

Angela: Good night, Sherry.

Sherry: Good night, Angela.

Rick: Not

Rick: a bad night.

Sherry: Oh?

Rick: Now don't spend it all on one place.

Sherry: A thousand dollars in tips? Not a bad night at all,

Rick.

Rick: Good night, Sherry.

Sherry: Yep.

See you tomorrow. Yeesh, it's cold.

Car Salesman: Who needs cash?

Sherry: I mean, I could always use more.

Car Salesman: Exit the five at Sepulveda Boulevard.

Sherry: Okay. Shit. Where's my car? I could have sworn I parked

here.

There you are.

Fuck. Fuck. Fuck.

Sexy Woman: Call 555

Sherry: Please. Hand, stop shaking.

Distorted Voice: Get wild... You're going to die...

Sherry: It's okay.

I'm okay.

God, I hate this apartment.

My sweet girl, I hope you're having sweet dreams unlike mama.

Please, brain, no more nightmares.

I'm awake.

I'm awake. Mama's here. She's coming.

Good morning to you too.

Oh, shit.

Babalu, why'd you let me sleep in? Yeah. You did. Don't you

know mama's got her exams today?

You didn't. Well, shoot. Yeah? I know I'm wasting even more time

standing around talking about it.

Hot.

Sherry: [singing] She drives me crazy

Sherry: like no one else.

Sherry: I can't help myself.

Sherry: Luisa, how's your breakfast coming along? Yeah?

Looks like most of it is on your face than in your mouth, baby

girl. Come on. Just a few more bites, and we're done.

Come on. There you go. Ugh. This coffee sucks. Okay.

One more bite, Babalu. No? No more? All done? Okay.

This delicious meat mush puree is going away then.

Babalu! The coffee wasn't that bad. Now who's gonna clean this

up? Yeah.

Let's worry about it later.

News Radio Host: The LAUSD Teachers Union continues its

strike, and a brutal attack on a San Gabriel family has left

three dead and one in critical condition. Police are asking the

public--

Younger Patti: You're late.

Sherry: I know I'm late.

I'm sorry.

Younger Patti: Same time tonight?

Sherry: What's today?

Younger Patti: Tuesday. Oh, hello, my Lulu.

Sherry: Tuesday. Yes. I close tonight.

Younger Patti: Okay. Auntie and uncle will take good care of

Lulu.

Younger Jim: Oh, hey, Sher.

Sherry: Hey, Jim.

Younger Jim: Stay for a cup of coffee?

Sherry: I can't. I'm already running late, but thanks.

Younger Jim: Yeah. Sure.

Sherry: Mama has to go now. Okay? But I'll see you later, my

sweet girl.

Younger Jim: See you, Sher.

Sherry: Yep. Later.

Younger Patti: Okay. Bye, mommy.

Sherry: Bye, Babalu.

Okay. Frontal lobe is responsible for, where did I

write that one down? Yes. The frontal lobe is... Yes. I know

it.

Sherry: Jesus fucking Christ. The light just turned green.

Angry Driver: Learn how to drive you dumb bitch.

Sherry: Yeah. Yeah. Blow it out your ass, you fucking

cocksucker.

Sherry: Okay. Where was I? Frontal lobe.

Dr. Shanti: Glad you made it, Ms. Zhang.

Sherry: Me too, Dr. Shanti. Me too.

Dr. Shanti: Bring up your test when you're done.

Younger Debra: Sher.

Sherry: Morning.

Younger Debra: Morning.

Here. Coffee.

Sherry: How on earth did you know that?

Younger Debra: I had a feeling.

Dr. Shanti: Ladies, no talking.

Sherry: Hey. You okay?

Younger Debra: I'll tell you later.

Sherry: Deb. Thank you.

Younger Debra: Of course.

Dr. Shanti: Ladies.

Sherry and Debra: Sorry.

Younger Debra: I know. Right? Right? Full custody? As if! The

man can't even handle Max for a day, an hour.

You know what makes me sad about the whole thing is that deep

down, in the beginning, I knew something was off with him.

Intuition. Woman's intuition. And I ignored it, Sher. I

ignored it.

And next thing I know, he's down on one knee proposing to me,

telling me that I'm the love of his life. And I just I just went

with it. Married him, had his baby, and then everything

changed. Everything changed.

Sherry: Men are dicks.

Younger Debra: Men are dicks.

Sherry: Except for Max because, you know, he's a toddler who's

not been ruined by misogyny.

Younger Debra: Oh, yeah.

Younger Debra: No. No. No. No. No.

John may be a piece of shit, but I will not let Max become his

father. It's my fault. I did this to myself, to my child. I

put us in this position. I just can't believe he would try

Younger Debra: to take Max from me.

Sherry: He's not going to take Max from you. And if he does,

we'll kill him. I'm kidding. Kinda.

You know, I feel guilty too. Sometimes I think, what the fuck

have I done to Luisa? I mean, I know it's not the same situation

as yours, but she didn't ask for any of this. You know? I made

the choices I made and what?

Now she has to suffer?

Younger Debra: Sher, you can't

talk like that.

Sherry: Neither can you.

Younger Debra: And Luisa isn't suffering.

Sherry: Maybe not now.

Younger Debra: You're giving Luisa a good life because it's a

life with you. Besides, to live is to suffer. To survive is to

find meaning in the suffering.

Sherry: That philosophy class is really doing a

Sherry: number on you.

Younger Debra: I think you'd love it.

Sherry: Sitting around questioning the meaning of life?

Sherry: I could teach that class.

Younger Debra: No. I'm serious. I it's rewiring my brain. I'm

looking at the world in a different way.

You heard of the myth of Sisyphus?

Sherry: Doesn't ring a bell.

Younger Debra: It's an essay by this philosopher. I have it here

somewhere. Oh, it starts off a tad dark, but stick with it. God

sakes, where did I put... okay. I found it.

Give it a read. If you like it, I've got more where that came

from.

Sherry: Mister Albert Camus? Camus? Camus? Camus?

Younger Debra: Camus, I think.

Sherry: There is but one truly serious philosophical problem,

and that is suicide. Ain't that the truth?

Younger Debra: Like I said,

a tad dark, but worth the read.

Sherry: I mean, yeah. This does sound interesting.

Younger Debra: I can't wait to hear your thoughts.

Sherry: You never have to worry about a shortage of thoughts

with me, Deb.

Younger Debra: This is why we get on so well. Oh, hey. When

the semester is over, would you have any interest in going on a

girls trip? Well, you know, girls plus babies trip, but

somewhere within driving distance maybe.

Sherry: Sure.

If if I can swing in.

Younger Debra: Nothing expensive. I just want a change

of scenery for a few days. Maybe a cheap motel in Palm Springs.

We could sit by

the pool or something.

That's if John doesn't ruin my life between now and then.

Sherry: John will do no such thing.

Younger Debra: He might.

Sherry: He might try. And if he does, we'll move to plan b:

murdering him.

Younger Debra: Fucking men.

Sherry: Fucking men. Deb, you will get through this.

Younger Debra: Yeah.

So will you.

Drunk Customer: See? This. That. Communist. These Chinese kids.

Even they want freedom. Miss, look at them. Everyone wants

freedom, even Chinese. Ain't that right, miss? Miss?

Miss?

Sherry: Yes?

Drunk Customer: You see this? Look up there on the news.

Thousands of student protesters take the streets of Beijing.

Ain't that something?

Sherry: Sure is.

Drunk Customer: This is why there's so many of you people

here because you don't want to live commie. But now these

Chinese are taking back their country. Hell yes.

Angela: Who the hell is this moron?

Sherry: Do you think I know?

Angela: Is it me or is there a bunch of newbies in tonight?

Sherry: Yeah. You're right. Maybe we finally got raided by

Zagats.

Angela: As if. Are there a lot

of ties and polo shirts here?

Sherry: Yeah. I guess so.

Angela: Maybe this crowd will actually tip.

Sherry: A girl can dream.

Drunk Customer: Everyone wants freedom.

Sherry: I'm gonna have to cut him off soon.

Drunk Customer: Miss, another.

Sherry: Wanna trade?

Angela: No. But I will for you.

Sherry: My angel.

Angela: Yeah. Yeah. Another Coors?

Sherry: You doing alright? All done?

Sherry: Rick, we need more glasses. We need more clean

glasses.

Rick: Really?

Sherry: Yeah. You actually have customers tonight.

Rick: Well, shit.

Drunk Customer: Imagine you couldn't buy the car you wanted,

the house you wanted, the beer you wanted.

Sherry: Still doing okay?

Sherry: Yeah? Good.

Lee: Excuse me. Miller Lite, please?

Sherry: You got it.

Customer: Excuse me, miss.

Sherry: I'll be right with you.

Customer: Okay. But don't keep me waiting.

Sherry: Ugh... bitch.

Customer: Hey. Is the service normally this slow at what's

this place? Rick's Hideaway. Sheesh. Can a girl get a drink

around here

or what?

Sherry: I said I'd be right with

Sam?

Sam: Took you long enough, Sherry darling.

Sherry: Sorry. I didn't recognize your... sorry, sir.

Are you all set?

Sam: Yeah. He's all set. I got it, Lee.

Lee: You sure?

Sam: Yeah. I'll come find you guys. So how the hell are you?

Sherry: I'm, you know, good.

Sam: I can't believe you're here.

Sherry: I can't believe you're here.

Sam: This is so crazy because I was just thinking about you the

other day.

Sherry: Really?

Sam: Yes. I've missed you.

Sherry: I've missed you too.

Sam: What have you been up to the last ten years? Has it

really been

that long? How's your sister? Your dad? Sorry. You're working.

Sherry: No. No. It's okay. I'm actually due for my break in a

few minutes. If you wanna catch up.

Sam: I'd love that.

Sherry: Okay. Great.

Sam: Great.

Sherry: Do you want anything to drink?

Sam: Oh, yes. A beer? Whatever you've got.

Sherry: Coming right up.

Sam: They have these trade shows all over.

Sherry: Trade shows just for electronics?

Sam: Oh, it's a booming business.

Sherry: And you go to these trade shows

and show off your what?

Sam: Teleconferencing hardware.

Sherry: Teleconferencing hardware.

Sam: These big name companies, you know, they have these

offices all over the world. And these offices have to

communicate with each other, but it's expensive to fly around the

world. So instead, these companies can host a

teleconference that lets multiple locations meet via one

shared conference call that also has a video. So people can see

their colleagues, like, in real time.

Sherry: Astounding.

Sam: It's the future, baby.

Sherry: And your company pays you to fly all over the world to

go to these trade shows?

Sam: Yep.

Sherry: How do I get into the teleconferencing business?

Sam: Give up on any other hopes and dreams you may have?

Sherry: Trust me. I know all there is to know about giving up

on hopes and dreams.

Sam: Stop. You've had a rough few years. Taking care of a

parent is no walk in the park, and having to do that when

you're so young?

Sherry: Yeah.

Sam: I'm sorry.

Sherry: It's okay.

Sam: No. I I really am sorry. Your dad was such a kind dude.

I'm sorry that I wasn't. I wish I could have been there for you.

Sherry: Sam, you went off

to college on the other side of the country, and of course, it

was gonna be hard for us to stay in touch.

Sam: I did try though. Just stay in touch.

Sherry: Sam, it's okay. I get it. Life happens.

Sam: Yeah.

Sherry: So how was it going to school in New York City?

Sam: Not gonna lie. Pretty fucking great.

Sherry: Ugh.

Sherry: I knew you were gonna say that.

Sam: I wish you could have been out there too.

Sherry: Me too. Remember how you were obsessed with Billy Joel?

Sam: Still am. Remember how you were obsessed with Pink Floyd?

Sherry: No. No. I dug Pink Floyd. You, my friend, were

obsessed with Billy Joel. I'm pretty sure the only reason you

wanted to go to school in New York was because of Billy Joel.

But there was this one album that you played over and over.

Sherry: What was it called?

Sam: Oh, Turnstiles.

Sherry: Oh my god. Yes.

Sam: Man, whatever happened to that eight track?

Sherry: I don't know, but it took everything in me to not

toss it out of the car window. Do you remember how obsessed you

were? For like two months when you came to pick me up, I swear

every single morning you had New York state of mind blaring from

the speakers.

Sam: Did I?

Sherry: Yes.

Sam: Well, I

guess I was in a New York state of mind.

Sherry: So how's life in the Big Apple? Fucking amazing?

Sam: It's whatever. I mean, yes. It's New York. It's lively and

vibrant and diverse and unpredictable, but it's also

expensive and dirty and smelly and cramped and unpredictable.

Honestly, being back in town these past few days got me

thinking just how much I miss it here.

My family moved back to Massachusetts a few years ago.

It's been a while since I've been back here. I've gotten so

used to traveling for work that it's become a bit boring for me,

you know. I mean, not boring per se. When I first took this job,

I was so excited by the idea of traveling for work, oh, look at

me.

I'm traveling for work like some bigwig. But then, after a few

years, the shine just started to wear off. So when my boss told

me that we had a trade show in Pasadena of all places, I I

don't know. I was excited again. But, yes, New York is fucking

amazing.

But there is something special about LA. The sun hits

differently here.

Sherry: If you say so.

Sam: I'm serious.

Sherry: I'm sure you'll go back and tell all your friends about

the exhilarating time you had in Pasadena, California.

Sam: Correction. The exhilarating time I had at

Rick's Hideaway in Pasadena, California. Wait. Is that

Sherry: Who?

Sam: That guy in the red shirt.

Is that... do remember you that dickwad in our English lit class

with Ms. Wright?

Sherry: Oh.

Sam: What's his name? DJ?

Sherry: Yeah. DJ.

Sam: Yes. Dickwad DJ. Is that him?

Sherry: Oh, no.

That's not. I don't think that's him.

Sam: No? Doesn't he look just like him?

Sherry: Yeah. Actually. But no, that's not him.

Sam: And I wonder what happened to that jackass.

Sherry: I've actually seen him around.

Sam: No way. Really?

Sherry: Yeah. We've run into each other here and there.

Sam: No shit. What's he been up to these days?

Sherry: Oh, he's still a dick, but a rich dick. He took over

his dad's plumbing business.

Sam: Ugh. Asshole.

Sherry: Yeah. If you hang around long enough, you'll see him.

Sam: What?

Sherry: His face is plastered all over the vans for the

plumbing business.

Sam: You're kidding.

Sherry: Nope. It's like him and his dad standing next to each

other, smiling like dopes, and giving two thumbs up.

Sam: This is, like, the best news I've ever heard.

Sherry: You're welcome.

Sam: Is he married? Yeah. I think so.

Ugh. Who on earth would do such a thing?

Sherry: Right.

Sam: I guess people can change. Do they have kids?

Sherry: No. I I don't think so.

Sam: There is a god. Sorry. I hated that guy.

Sherry: I remember.

Sam: Did I

ever tell you why?

Sherry: Something about a basketball game.

Sam: Well, that's how it started. I beat his ass in a

pickup game, and everyone in gym class witnessed it and gave him

shit. So then he told everyone that I was a dyke.

Sherry: Oh.

Sam: But everyone thought he was

a dickwad, so no one took him seriously.

Sherry: Still, fucking dickwad DJ.

Sam: It's fine. He was right. I just wish he hadn't stolen my

thunder. I mean, to think I've probably been with more women

than he has. Oh, god.

Sorry. I forgot that we haven't talked in a decade. So I'm gay.

Sherry: I see. That's good. I I mean, right? That's... you're

happy?

Sam: Wholeheartedly.

Sherry: Then I'm happy.

Sam: Be honest. You knew, didn't you? Back in high school?

Sherry: I didn't know.

Did you?

Sam: Yeah. I knew. Didn't quite accept it, but I knew. I hope

this news doesn't make you feel

Sherry: Oh, god. No. Please. I'm just, I'm genuinely happy for

you. Really.

Not just for that. I mean, for everything. You're inspiring,

Sam. You've always been.

Sam: Even though I was obsessed with Billy Joel?

Sherry: Even though you were obsessed with Billy Joel.

Sam: Sherry, I really did try to keep in touch. I called and left

messages. I even mailed you a few letters. I never heard back.

Sounds like you were going through a lot then, so I don't

wanna make this about me, but was it me?

Did I do something to make you

Sherry: No.

Not at all. I'm just not good at you didn't do anything. Okay? I

really was going through a lot, and you were always such a good

friend to me. And I hate that I let things fall apart.

So I'm the one who's sorry, Sam. I really have missed you.

Sam: Me too.

Woah.

Sherry: What?

Sam: Do you feel that too?

Sherry: What?

Sam: Like we've been here before in this exact spot, speaking

these exact words to each other.

Do you believe in deja vu?

Angela: Hey, Sher. Sorry to interrupt, but it's time

for my break.

Sherry: Oh, yes. I'll be right there, Angela.

I guess I better get back to it.

Sam: Sherry, I I mean it. I really have been thinking about

you.

I've

Sherry: been thinking about you too, Sam. This is crazy. I was

literally just talking about you to a friend.

Sam: Oh, about how fantastic I am, of course?

Sherry: Yeah.

Something like that.

Sam: Sorry. I know you have to get back, but I'm in town one

more night, and I'd love to see you again.

Sherry: Me too. It's just I have a kid, a baby girl.

Sam: Oh my god. Sherry, you're a mom? Congrats.

Sherry: I know. Weird. Right?

Sam: No. Not at all. I'm just surprised. Delightfully

surprised.

What's her name?

Sherry: Luisa.

Sam: Luisa. Oh, how sweet. And are you, like, married?

Sherry: Oh, no. No. Me and

her dad don't. We're not together. I'm I'm not seeing

anyone. Anyway, I just need to ask my sister if she can watch

her.

Sam: Is that okay? I I don't mind going over to your place

and just hanging.

Sherry: No. It should be fine. I could probably use a night out

anyway.

Sam: Okay. Then it's a date.

Sherry: Yes. It's a date.

Rick, you don't have to keep doing this.

Rick: Yes. I do. I should have been doing this all along.

Sherry: I carry a pocket knife on me now.

Rick: Oh, yeah? Quick. Show me.

Sherry: It's somewhere in here.

Rick: I'm gonna

go close-up the bar, drive home, and be in bed by the time you

find that thing.

Sherry: Rick, I'm fine.

Rick: I'm fine too, Sher. Just let me do this. Okay? Good day?

Sherry: Yeah. I think so.

Rick: You seem to be walking on air tonight. Never seen you like

that before. You know the drill. I'll wait.

Sherry: Thank you, Rick.

Rick: Good night, Sher.

Sherry: Good night, Rick.

Sherry: Knock knock. Look at these sleepy pandas. Patti, it's

me.

Younger Patti: Oh, look at that sleeping panda.

Sherry: How was she?

A little fussy, but I gave her some stinky tofu, and that made

everything all better.

Auntie Patti fed you stinky tofu? Lucky girl.

Younger Patti: I'll teach you how to make it.

Sherry: Or you could just keep making it for me.

Younger Patti: You hungry?

Sherry: No. I'm okay.

Younger Patti: Come eat. How was your exam? I think it went well.

Yeah.

Sherry: So far so good. I'm looking forward to picking out

classes for next semester. It's nice being able to think and use

my brain for once.

Younger Patti: Are you thinking about work? What kind of career

you could have?

Sherry: Patti, I haven't even finished my first semester.

Younger Patti: That's why you're in school, to get a better job.

You have a daughter to take care of.

Sherry: I know that.

Younger Patti: There's no future working at a bar, Sherry.

Sherry: I'm aware.

Younger Patti: Working so late into the night. You know, it's

not safe.

Sherry: Trust me.

I know.

Younger Patti: Jim's friend, Dmitry. You remember him?

Sherry: Vaguely.

Younger Patti: Dmitry work at insurance company and makes good

money.

Maybe they're hiring.

Sherry: Sure.

Younger Patti: I'll ask Jim to ask Dmitry. Eat.

Sherry: Hey, Patti.

Do you believe in deja vu? What's that? It's like a feeling

you get when you're doing something and suddenly it's as

if you've done this exact thing before. Like, you've lived this

moment before, so it feels like a memory, but it can't be a

memory because you're experiencing it now for the

first time.

Younger Patti: What?

Sherry: No. It's just a... don't worry about it. Hey. Tomorrow,

would you mind taking Babalu for the night?

Rick asked if I could close, I've got a lot of homework I

need to finish. So

Younger Patti: This is exactly why you need a better job. But,

yes, that's okay. We love having Lulu.

Sherry: Thanks.

Goodnight, Babalu.

DJ: Hey. I'm not a monster, you know. I just of course, I wanna

see her. I want to see you too. It's never a question about

want.

Okay? Are you are you just never gonna pick up my calls ever

again? I'd really like to figure this out. Can you call me

tomorrow around noon at work? I'll be sure to be by the phone.

I'll pick up, unlike you.

Sherry: Figure this out? What is there to figure out? Dickwad.

Shit. Not again.

Sherry: Are you fucking kidding me? Leaking? Again? God.

Sherry: This place is a fucking shithole.

Sherry: Sweet Babalu, sleeping peacefully through mama's

conniptions. Whatever. I'll clean that up tomorrow.

This is the stuff.

Distorted Voice: Go to sleep.

Sherry: Hello?

Hello? I think I'm losing my marbles, baby girl.

Yep. The pipe's broken, again. I'm home right now if he can

come over and look at it.

Sherry: I'll see. Guys, Luisa, shh. Okay, but

Sherry: I can't use my sink until it's fixed.

Landlord: I'll see when when he can come by. You're free the

rest of the day?

Sherry: No. I'm not free the rest of the day. I have plans.

Landlord: Then it'll probably be tomorrow.

Sherry: Harry, I have a kid. I need my sink fixed.

Landlord: I'll see what he can come by.

Sherry: Shit head.

I know.

Mama said a bad word. So sorry. Okay. What do we what do we got

on the docket?

Read chapter eight, answer questions on page two thirty

nine. Chapter eight, chapter eight. Alright. What would my

Babalu rather do?

Playground Mom: Kyle?

Kyle, get down from there. Get get down. Get down from get

down. Get down from here.

Sherry: You like walking through the park, Babalu?

Yeah? So much happening. One day, you'll be big enough to

play here.

Playground Mom: Kyle? Kyle?

Sherry: You gonna be a little terror like Kyle?

Playground Mom: Kyle, you

Sherry: Yeah? Well, I appreciate your honesty. Wanna sit and

watch the kiddos play for a bit? Babalu?

Yeah.

Sherry: You're mesmerized. This is nice, baby girl. Yeah.

Sherry: Oh,

what do we have here? Madonna, Milli Vanilli. You're not

getting me in trouble today. Oh, New Order. Yes.

Shall we go inside and have a closer look, Babalu? Yes. We

shall.

Music Store Clerk: Need help finding anything?

Sherry: No.

I found what I came in for.

Music Store Clerk: Technique. Solid choice. Definitely New

Order's most underrated album, but still a fantastic one.

Screaming trees.

Music Store Clerk: Delightful. Oh, you like Screaming Trees?

Sherry: No. I never heard of them, but I like the name.

Music Store Clerk: You strike me as the

Uneasy Tiger: kind of woman who has great taste in music.

Sherry: I am.

Music Store Clerk: Then check them out. I think you like their

sound.

Sherry: Alright.

Screaming trees it is.

Music Store Clerk: Let me know if I

can find anything else for you.

Sherry: Thanks. Actually, yes. Could you help me find an older

album?

Music Store Clerk: Sure thing. What you're looking for?

Sherry: Billy Joel, turnstiles. I don't know about this outfit.

What do you think? You love it? You hate it?

I know mama looks weird all pristine up. God. What am I

doing? Crap. We gotta go.

Mama's taking you over to auntie and uncle's. Okay? Because

mama's gonna hang out with her friend. Okay? Okay.

Uh-oh. Babalu, where did mama put the Billy Joel tape? Yes.

It's already in my purse. I know.

You're the brains of this operation.

Younger Jim: Hey, you two.

Sherry: Hey, Jim. Did Patti tell you that

Younger Jim: Yep.

Yep. Yep.

Sherry: Is she here?

Younger Jim: Nope. She's out running errands. You look nice.

Are you going out?

Sherry: I don't

always dress like a slob, Jim.

Younger Jim: I know. I'm just pointing out how nice you look

today.

Sherry: Thank you.

Younger Jim: Here, can I?

Sherry: Oh, sure.

Younger Jim: Hi, girl.

I like that hat. Yes, it looks good on you.

Sherry: She keeps taking it off and tossing it into the air.

Don't you, Luisa.

Younger Jim: Oh, is that right, Luisa?

Sherry: A real Mary Tyler Moore over here.

Younger Jim: Well, that ain't so bad. Right.

Sherry: At least one of us is a career woman. You're gonna make

it after all. Huh, Babalu?

Younger Jim: So Patti tells me that you're interested in a job

at my buddy's insurance company?

Sherry: Oh, no. I'm not interested in that at all, but

but thank you.

Younger Jim: Well, if you need anything, you just let me know.

Yeah?

Sherry: Yeah. Thanks, Jim.

Younger Jim: Well well, I don't wanna keep you and

Sherry: Yeah.

I should head out.

Bye, sweet thing.

Younger Jim: Say bye, mama. Bye, mama.

Sherry: Bye.

Is this it?

Everything's fine. Everything's fine.

Valet: Good evening, ma'am. Dropping off?

Sherry: No. Picking up. My friend, I'm early.

Valet: Quite alright. You can pull your car off to the right

there, and I'll have the front desk let your friend know that

you're here.

Sherry: Oh, sure.

Valet: What's the guest's name?

Sherry: It's... Patti... Patti Hillman.

Valet: Patti Hillman. Got it. Now I'll go alert the front

desk.

Sam: Sherry, it's Sam. Did we say 07:00? I thought we did.

Anyway, I'm here in the lobby. You're probably stuck in traffic

or something.

I'll see you soon. Hey, it's me again. Not sure if maybe you

went to the wrong hotel. I'm at the Hilton on Las Robles. If you

get this, call me at the hotel.

It's 577-1000. It's Sherry. Leave a message. So now I'm

worried. When you get this, can you just please call me and let

me know that you're Did I do something?

I'm sorry if I Okay, listen. It's okay, Sherry. Whatever this

is, it's okay. If you're not feeling like it's okay, I'll

understand, but all I ask is that you just like tell me

you're not in a ditch somewhere and that you're okay. I don't

care, just like call the hotel, leave a message with the front

desk, whatever.

Please let me know. Bye, Sherry.

Sherry: What is wrong with me?

Sherry: The simplest of things are very hard for me, I'm

learning. Things that come so naturally to others, I really

struggle with, like having a conversation with a friend,

having a friend, being a friend, being honest. I called the hotel

and actually spoke to Sam. Told her some sob story that I broke

down on the side of the road and couldn't get anyone to help me.

I don't think she believed it. I've never been good at lying.

She said she'd call me if she's ever back in town, but she's not

a good liar either. DJ once told me that I wasn't equipped to

love anyone, but I don't think that's it. I know that I have a

tendency to mess things up, but I don't want to.

I don't want to be this person. That must mean something. Right?

Shit. Who is it?

Derrick: Derrick. Maintenance.

Sherry: Oh, right.

Derrick: Same pipe leaking again?

Sherry: Yep.

Credits: Alright.

Derrick: Let's have a look.

Sherry: Sorry for the mess.

Derrick: Oh, it's fine. It's fine. I've seen much worse.

Sherry: Oh, shit.

Derrick: What?

Sherry: Nothing. I just forgot something.

Derrick: Babalu was created, written, and produced by me,

Kimberly Truong. Directed by Katharine Chen Lerner. Sound

design, editing, and mixing by Charles Moody. With performances

by Christine Liao, Molly Ragen, Eileen Hsi, Heather Woodward,

Adam Bozarth, Amber Steigelfest, Joseph Lopez, Matthew Kimbrough,

Jackie Aubel, Julianne Kolb, Mark Morante, Preston Geer, PJ

McCormick, Vee Kumari, Katharine Chen Lerner, James Donahower,

and Kimberly Truong.

Credits: Theme music by Edith Mudge.

Additional music by Manish Ayachit, James Donahower, and

Molly Gunner. Studio recording by Parker Silzer and David

Stern. Artwork by Gabi Hawkins. Logo by Alex Bruno. A very

special thank you to Liesl Lafferty an the Firecracker

Department.

Mari Meyer, Peter Byrnes, Victoria LaVilla, Brandon

Beardsley, Hillary and the boys, Katie McCuen, and our incredible

Kickstarter backers. Babalu is a production of Uneasy Tiger.

Thank you so much for being a part of our journey for season

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