STORE ANNOUNCER: [speaking Japanese]
[choral music]
‐ Okay, why do you keep doing that?
‐ Um, they feel like marshmallow.
Think that's what happens when you get your braces off.
‐ Oh, my God, they look so different.
‐ Thanks. ‐ Do you, like, feel older?
‐ Um, a little, because this morning
I woke up, and, like, my boobs were a little bigger.
‐ I mean... ‐ A little bit.
‐ Like, they're huge. Wow.
‐ They're not huge, but they're‐‐
‐ No, they're huge.
‐ Girls, uh, let's get some furikake.
‐ Oh, my God. ‐ I know.
‐ Crazy.
STORE ANNOUNCER: [speaking Japanese]
‐ Let's go. YUKI: All right, let's go.
SHOPPER: Excuse me.
Excuse me, miss.
Hi. ‐ Hi.
Wow, you're stunning.
How tall are you?
‐ Um, I'm 5'7 3/4".
‐ You're a model.
Anyone ever tell you that?
Look at your legs. So long.
‐ Well, thank you. Thank you.
‐ I'm with Premier Models.
I'd love to have you come in and try out.
[light electronic music]
♪ ♪
‐ Are you serious?
Oh, wow. SHOPPER: Yeah!
‐ Thank you so much.
‐ Here's all the info for tomorrow.
‐ Okay. ‐ Appointment time here.
‐ Okay. ‐ Excellent.
Looking forward to seeing you tomorrow.
‐ You too.
‐ Oh, sorry, hi! ‐ Hi, sorry.
Wait, what was that?
What?
Stop, what?
‐ She just scouted me.
To model. ‐ Oh, my God.
‐ I just got scouted.
‐ Mom, Anna's gonna be a model.
[Bikini Kill's "Demirep"]
SINGER: ♪ I am hiding ♪
♪ The you I show to you is just a lie ♪
♪ You take what you want you get what you take ♪
♪ High, high, high ♪
KATHY: I told you a hundred times already,
absolutely not.
‐ Mom, like, you're not listening, though.
Please, like, it's all the fashion hubs.
It's New York, Philadelphia, Tucson‐‐
Like, it's all of them, and then we can go.
‐ Fine, how much and when?
‐ I told you, the appointment is today,
and it's, like, 3,000 bucks.
‐ No. ‐ Please, Mom.
‐ I am not spending this kind of money
on this kind of thing.
We shouldn't be paying them,
they should be paying you!
‐ You keep saying that.
Not the good places.
‐ I am done talking about this.
‐ You don't get it at all.
I've wanted to model since I was literally born.
Do I help‐‐ ‐ Every sign points to a scam.
And I didn't know you've been wanting to do this
since you were born.
‐ Does a scam have a pamphlet?
So I don't know why you keep saying that.
Do you just think I'm too ugly to model?
‐ You already have a freshman boyfriend, okay?
And this is where I draw the line.
‐ Okay, well, the good news is, is, you're not the boss.
Ever think of that? So I am calling Dad.
‐ Great, call him.
‐ 'Cause he's the real boss, you bitch.
‐ You're a bitch.
‐ Oh, am I? That's so mature.
‐ You're the one who is acting like a bitch.
‐ Why do you talk to me like that?
‐ I'm the adult. I know better.
You're the kid. Act like a kid.
‐ Don't leave. Don't leave.
Mom!
MAYA: No, honestly Anna, if you were my daughter,
I would totally let you model.
You've done a runway show before,
and you, like, you wear hats so well.
ANNA: Yeah.
They just, like, treat me like a kid.
Otherwise they're just, like,
"Oh, do everything, you're an adult."
And then, like, they treat me like a kid
when it's convenient for them.
MAYA: Yeah, they're psychopaths.
Like, you need to get out of there.
Like, I'm‐‐ I'm not kidding.
‐ Can I sleep over?
MAYA: Yeah, definitely.
‐ [sniffles] Thanks.
‐ When you come here, I'm gonna, like,
take pictures of you, and I'm gonna prove
that you're a model. Like, you seriously
are such a model.
ANNA: [laughs]
You're more beautiful. ‐ Okay, I gotta go.
I'll see you soon. ANNA: Okay, love you, bye.
‐ What?
‐ Look what Mom and Dad let me get.
‐ What is that?
‐ Nokia 3310.
‐ Oh, my God. [gasps]
‐ Cell phone, dummy.
[soothing music]
‐ Nokia 3310.
♪ ♪
‐ Strawberries.
‐ It's got a calculator and a stopwatch.
So now I can time how long it takes you
to do something annoying.
‐ Dank. ‐ Stop!
Mom? ‐ Hmm?
Do you have a present for me?
‐ Yeah, I got the stains out for you.
‐ Where's my cell phone?
‐ Well, you're not mature enough
for a cell phone, Maya.
‐ What are you even talking about?
Not mature enough?
‐ You don't even know how to wipe.
‐ What are you even talking about?
I wipe fine, Mom.
‐ 11 seconds.
‐ Stop, Shuji.
Mom, I'm so mature.
Why don't I have a cell phone?
‐ When you're in eighth grade,
maybe you can have your own.
‐ Eighth gr‐‐ I'm, like,
never gonna reach eighth grade.
What are you even talking about?
‐ Here's my number.
You can call me...
when you learn how to wipe my butt.
‐ Mom! Shuji, stop.
That's so unfair.
‐ This is you being immature.
‐ So you love him more than me?
Okay, I'm gonna run away. ‐ Okay.
‐ So, you're okay with that? That I'm running away?
‐ Yeah.
‐ Mom, you're okay with me running away?
I'm going to run away.
‐ All right, I'll see you later.
‐ Oh, my God.
Okay, so you're okay with your daughter
running away?
[yelling] Running away! I hate you!
Do you hear that, Mom?
You're never gonna see me again!
[screaming] I hate you!
I'm gonna die on the street!
Mama, can you drive me to Anna's first, though?
[knocking at door]
[doorbell rings] ‐ Hello?
MAYA: It's Maya.
‐ Mai?
I thought I was coming to you.
‐ I don't want to be there anymore.
Like‐‐ [sobs]
ANNA: What's wrong?
MAYA: [sobbing] My mom gave Shuji a cell phone
and said that I wasn't mature enough for one.
‐ Oh, my God, that is insane, Mai.
You're the most mature person I've ever met.
‐ I know. That's what I said to her.
‐ Yeah, yeah, I agree.
‐ I just don't want to be there anymore.
I think we should run away.
‐ Mai... ‐ I'm serious.
‐ I know, but it's, like, I want to be with you,
of course I want to be with you,
but, like, where are we gonna go,
and, like, what are we gonna eat?
‐ Anna, you're gonna model.
‐ Maya. ‐ I'm serious!
Like, you make tons of money from that,
and that's, like, what we spend.
We can, like, spend it on whatever.
‐ Okay. Yeah. ‐ Yeah?
‐ I mean, I have to try out still.
But I actually don't have a parent's consent.
‐ Then I sign it. ‐ Maya‐‐
‐ Please? [sniffles]
‐ You really think I could model?
‐ You're gonna be a model.
‐ Yeah.
‐ My daughter's gonna be a model.
[soprano choral music]
Please... ‐ Okay.
‐ Really? And I'll be your mom?
‐ [laughs]
Makeover! ‐ Oh, my God, stop.
‐ Tickle, tickle, tickle. ‐ Okay, we're packing.
‐ I love this.
ANNA: Oh, my God. MAYA: What?
ANNA: Love. ‐ I wanna wear that.
ANNA: Okay, but, like‐‐ ‐ It's, like, silk.
ANNA: Yes!
Yes. ‐ Look.
Okay, Anna...
‐ Love. Love that.
‐ Love, right? ‐ Love.
‐ Okay, I'm gonna wear those.
‐ These are like...that.
MAYA: I want to wear those. ‐ Super low.
MAYA: I want to wear those. ‐ Okay.
‐ I love these.
I'm just gonna leave these options for my mom.
‐ Okay.
‐ And then I'm gonna get some makeup,
and, um, I'll go get ready.
And don't go in that drawer, though.
‐ Why?
‐ 'Cause my mom says not to. I don't know why.
‐ Okay.
[humming]
Ah.
No, I'm your mom. Mom.
You go to get Maya‐‐
I've gotta get my giant pocketbook.
Mm‐hmm. [clicks tongue]
[dramatic music]
Mommy's drawer.
‐ No, Daddy, I'm, like‐‐I do love you.
I was just gone 'cause I'm modeling now.
I'm a model.
[sighs]
I'm just kidding. I'm still trying
to get an agent.
[sighs]
‐ Mine.
Map.
My map.
This is my coin.
This is just for adults, honey. It's not for kids.
Just gonna eat my Thursday candy.
This is my...
Oh.
[vibrating]
Mm.
It tickles.
It's a massager.
Okay, I got so much good stuff.
Oh, you look so beautiful.
‐ No, you do.
‐ No, I don't.
I'm ugly.
‐ Mai.
‐ No, it's okay. I'm ugly.
Kind of accepted it.
It's actually kind of freeing.
‐ Okay, that's not true.
I don't know if all of this is, like, the best idea.
[chuckles]
‐ Why?
‐ Well, it's just, like, I don't know.
No, I'm so excited. I'm, like‐‐
I can't wait.
Honestly, I'm just, like, where are we gonna sleep?
Or, like, what are we gonna eat?
And, like‐‐ [vibrating]
Oh, see, you always know what I need.
‐ No, I don't want you to feel stressed.
I think this is gonna be fun.
‐ Yeah.
I think I'm just stressed out about leaving Daddy.
‐ Well, why don't we just bring Daddy?
‐ You sure? ‐ Seriously.
Daddy, Mommy, and model.
‐ Maya. ‐ Stop, I'm serious.
You're gonna be amazing.
‐ Thanks. ‐ Listen to me.
‐ Okay.
‐ You're seriously gonna get signed as a model,
and we're gonna move wherever we want,
and we can get whatever we want.
‐ Maya. ‐ I'm serious.
And call me "mommy."
‐ Maya.
‐ Call me "Mommy."
‐ Okay, Mommy.
‐ That's gonna be you now.
‐ Maybe in a couple of years.
Knock on wood. Knock on wood.
DRIVER: Next stop, Fifth and Krueger.
‐ Okay, next stop.
ANNA: Is that us? ‐ Hold on. Hold on.
Okay, two stops. Two stops.
Here, you want a snack?
‐ Oh, my God, Mom.
Mom, thank you so much. ‐ You're welcome, honey.
‐ Can I have more? I'm a little hungry.
‐ No, you have to watch your figure.
Little bites.
‐ You look beautiful, girl.
‐ Thank you.
‐ I wonder if our parents are wondering
where we are right now, like, freaking out.
‐ Oh, my God. ‐ Freaking out.
‐ When my mom realizes that I'm not sleeping
over at your house, she's gonna be, like,
missing me.
‐ I bet you mine are calling the cops right now.
YUKI: Fred, we gotta plant some flowers in the front.
‐ I know, I know‐‐ Hey, you know, where's Maya?
‐ She's at Anna's, spending the night.
‐ Ah, okay.
‐ She's run away.
‐ Good.
'Cause she's the only one that knows
where the AC adapter is.
ANNA: Oh, my God. Okay.
See, I told my mom this isn't a scam.
‐ You're the only model here.
‐ They must really like me, I guess.
‐ Okay.
‐ Thanks, Mom. ‐ Mm‐hmm.
[soft music]
[clock ticking]
[door clicks]
‐ [sighs] Okay, uh, Anna?
‐ Yep, this is her.
‐ Okay, great. Come on back.
‐ Just to the‐‐ wanna come?
‐ Uh‐‐ ‐ No, you're gonna go.
‐ Sorry, how old are you?
‐ She's‐‐ ‐ 13.
‐ 14. I'm her mama.
‐ Uh, okay.
‐ And she's done lots of runway before,
so you can just‐‐
‐ Okay, that's not really a prerequisite.
‐ And I just got my braces off.
RICK: Okay. ‐ So...
‐ A lot of people come through here
wanting to work with Premier Models.
So, you know, we'll take a few pictures,
see where you land, and, uh, if it does work out,
we will need payments, $3,000.
‐ That's good. And I'm her parental consent.
And I consent.
‐ She signed it. ‐ It's signed.
‐ As long as, uh‐‐
as long as the payment works out,
then we should be good.
So, uh, you ready to come on back
and give it a shot?
‐ Okay. ‐ Okay.
RICK: Um‐‐ ‐ Anna.
‐ Uh, what cup size are you?
ANNA: Cup size is a B. ‐ Okay, that'll work.
Go ahead.
ANNA: Hi.
[door slams]
[uneasy music]
[muffled conversation]
♪ ♪
‐ Ooh.
Car report.
Best and worst deals.
RICK: [laughs] ANNA: [laughing]
♪ ♪
[door creaks]
[door clicks]
RICK: [laughing]
[suspenseful music]
♪ ♪
[Daddy squeaking]
‐ I don't know why you're freaking out, Daddy.
You're freaking me out.
She's been in there a long time, yeah.
Ooh, I don't know. I don't know.
I think she's been in there too long.
Maybe I should go check on her.
[rock music]
Okay.
Sorry, to‐‐Anna?
Oh, my God.
Um, we‐‐we gotta go.
Daddy's outside, freaking out, so I think we gotta go.
‐ Did you give him food, Maya? Just give him some food.
‐ No, Daddy at the police station
has his shift wrong, and done,
and he has a gun on a holster.
And he said we gotta go.
‐ He has a gun? ‐ He has a gun.
‐ Oh, yeah, he does.
‐ So put your shirt on. ‐ Okay.
‐ Thank you. Thank you.
‐ But you‐‐ ‐ Go, go, go.
All right, give me those.
Creepy. Come on.
Ugh, fucking weird.
That was crazy. That guy was, like‐‐
I don't know. I didn't like that.
You were in, like, someone's bikini.
‐ Did I do something bad? Was that bad?
‐ No.
No, you didn't do anything bad.
‐ Yeah, 'cause I know it was weird,
but that's what models do.
So I'm just not ready to model.
‐ Yeah, that's okay.
‐ Yeah. ‐ Yeah.
It just was kind of crazy what he did to you, like‐‐
‐ It was my fault, though, because he asked me
if I like bikinis, and I said yes.
[truck roaring]
Where are we going?
Home? Or, um‐‐
‐ I mean, if you want to go home...
‐ I'm not saying I want to go home.
I'm saying, do you want to go home?
‐ That's up to you. ‐ Yeah, I know.
‐ Okay. ‐ Yeah, we don't need
to go home.
‐ So, we'll‐‐ We'll just stick‐‐
‐ Right? ‐ Yeah! Let's do it.
Let's just stick to the plan.
Like, I don't‐‐ I don't want to go home.
‐ I don't want to see them. [laughs]
‐ Yeah. ‐ Right now.
‐ Same.
[tense music]
♪ ♪
‐ [scatting]
‐ The bus stop was actually on the other side.
‐ Sorry.
♪ ♪
ANNA: [exhales heavily]
[dog howling]
I wish I had someone to call to give us a ride.
‐ Well, that's why my mom should've given me
a cell phone.
They really come in handy.
‐ Where are we going?
‐ Um, we're gonna go...
‐ Maya, my arms are heavy. ‐ Yes, I know.
I want to find a place to rest.
‐ Oh, my God. ‐ What?
‐ Look!
[sedate orchestral music]
‐ [gasps] Oh, my God.
He's so cute!
ANNA: You're so cute!
‐ Hi!
‐ Hi! I love you. ‐ Oh, my God, hi.
Hi. Yeah.
MAYA: His butt is so bushy.
‐ What's your name, buddy?
Your name, buddy? ‐ Let's call him Golden Butt.
Golden Butt. ‐ I love it.
[choral music]
♪ ♪
‐ Should we put Daddy on Golden Butt's head?
‐ They could be animal buddies.
‐ [fake sobs]
Oh, yeah. ‐ Animal buddies.
‐ So cute! ‐ So cute.
‐ Oh, my God. ‐ There you go.
‐ So cute.
ANNA: Oh, the animal buddies. Oh!
BOTH: [screaming] ‐ Oh, my God.
‐ Hey! Drop it. Drop it!
Oh, God!
Here, hold it. ‐ D'you think he's still alive?
Drop. Drop. Drop it.
[squeals]
‐ Oh, my God.
Oh, my God. Oh, my God, wait, wait, wait.
Oh, look. ‐ Is he?
‐ Look. ‐ It's‐‐
‐ He's peeing.
He's peeing. Daddy is still alive.
‐ Wait, but I can't‐‐
‐ No, no, no, Daddy's still alive.
Look. Look, look, look.
ANNA: He's alive!
BOTH: [screaming]
‐ No!
GRACE: Luther!
Luther, come here, baby.
Luther!
Come on, baby.
Hey, girls, are you okay?
‐ Your dog has my hamster.
‐ Oh. Bad Luther.
No‐‐ Drop the rat.
Oh, I'm so sorry, girls.
Do you live in the neighborhood?
‐ No. ‐ No.
‐ Well, do you want to come inside
and use my phone to call your parents?
‐ Um...
GRACE: Okay, well come on in. ‐ Yeah, okay.
[dog barks]
GRACE: It's gonna be okay. ‐ You okay?
I'm sorry about Daddy, but I also don't think
we should call our parents
'cause they're gonna kill us, okay?
ANNA: Who are you gonna call?
GRACE: I'm so, so, sorry, girls.
I'm really sorry.
MAYA: No, it's okay.
‐ Well, come on inside.
[dog howling]
[door slams]
‐ I'm sorry, Daddy.
‐ I'm sorry I was a bad mom.
‐ No, you weren't. I was.
‐ It's my fault.
[somber music]
ANNA: [sighs]
I love you, Daddy. ‐ Love you, Daddy.
[engine grumbling]
‐ What's with all the shit?
‐ You mean our stuff? Like, we ran away.
‐ Yeah.
Like, our moms are being assholes, so‐‐
‐ Is that why you two look like
you got sand in your vaginas?
‐ Um, Daddy just died, so it's not funny.
‐ Wait, what happened to your dad?
‐ Steven, Daddy? My hamster?
You know? You don't listen.
Like, he doesn't always listen.
‐ No, I‐‐it's not‐‐it's‐‐
he got, like, mauled and chomped, and, like,
bitten and eaten alive and stuff.
‐ Oh!
‐ Let's, uh‐‐ let's do something fun
to get your mind off Daddy.
We can take a ride into the moonlight
and play some jams.
‐ Okay, sure.
‐ Sweet.
‐ Um, do you have your driver's license?
‐ I've got my brother's learner's permit.
We look the same. ‐ Yeah.
‐ And plus, we're not gonna get pulled over.
That's stupid. STEVE: No.
DERRICK: First we gotta pick a mix, though.
You ever heard of this?
"My Favorite Tunes, Love Dad."
‐ I love you.
‐ Dee, dee, dee.
Um, love your car.
‐ Mayor...Maya. Let's all chill.
‐ Okay.
[mellow music]
‐ Okay.
[engine revving]
SINGER: ♪ California baby ♪
♪ Caught my eye ♪
♪ Lying on the beach ♪
♪ While I surfed by ♪
♪ Then when we met ♪
♪ I'll never forget ♪
♪ You were so tan ♪
♪ And me in my van ♪
♪ California baby ♪
♪ By my side ♪
♪ California baby ♪
♪ Don't you cry ♪
♪ I'll be right beside you ♪
♪ Do or die ♪