Woman: Oh, my.
Hope you haven't been waiting long.
I'm usually the first one here.
Sorry about that. All right.
I think you're gonna like this three-bedroom property, Mr. Poole.
Right through here, this bathroom has been completely redone...
new tiles, new sink.
There are walk-ins in every room.
And right through here is the kitchen.
Look at this skylight. That is nice.
And the cabinets, I believe
are original, which some people really enjoy.
And if you follow me to the backyard...
And, uh...
What about the other house? The one down the street.
Oh, right.
Well, I made the offer like you asked,
but they didn't want to sell.
Yeah, that house is not on the market.
I mean, did you tell them that I'd pay whatever they wanted?
I did, Mr. Poole. They live there.
They like it. That's their home.
But anyway, back to this place...
Let me just show you this backyard.
Are you from California, Mr. Poole?
The weather's so nice here.
A lot of Californians spend time in their backyard.
And look at this... there's plenty of room for a pool
- or a hot tub... - How much?
Well, they're asking 325.
I'm sorry, could you mind repeating that?
I just have trouble with this ear.
Oh, I'm sorry. I was saying they're asking 325.
Okay, I'll take it.
Well.
Mr. Poole, I'm pretty sure I could get them to knock off 25 or 30.
I mean, look at this place. It needs to be re-stuccoed and...
It's okay.
I'll pay what they're asking.
But look at the place.
I mean, it needs paint at the minimum
and the landscaping really leaves a lot to be desired.
I'd like to pay what they want.
No negotiating, no repairs, just...
But Mr. Poole...
Mrs. Wyat,
you need to just let this go. Okay?
The higher the price, the bigger your commission.
- So... - Okay, then.
(car starting)
(rock beat playing)
# Don't got a lot of time #
# Don't give a damn #
# Don't tell me what to do #
# I am the man #
# If there's a God up there #
# Something above #
# God, shine your light down here #
# Shine on the love #
# Love of the loveless #
# Don't have too many friends #
# Never felt at home #
# Always been my own man #
# Pretty much alone #
# I know how to get through #
# And when push comes to shove #
# I got something that you need #
# I got the love #
# Love of the loveless #
# The love of the loveless #
# All around you, people walking #
# Empty hearts and voices talking #
# Looking for and finding #
# Nothing #
# Don't got a lot of time #
# Don't really care #
# Not selling anything #
# Buyer beware #
# If there's a God up there #
# Something above #
# God, shine your light down here #
# Shine on the love #
# Love of the loveless #
# Love of the loveless. #
(doorbell ringing)
(ringing again)
(knocking)
Hi.
I'm your neighbor from... from next door,
Esperanza Martinez.
I just want to come by and say hello,
um, welcome you to the neighborhood.
Hello. Homemade tamales for you.
Oh.
Thank you.
I used to be...
good friends with the man who lived here.
I was actually the one who found him.
Found him where?
- There in your kitchen. - Oh.
He died of a heart attack.
Fue terrible.
It was terrible.
He had been laying there for 10 hours, they think.
- Here? - Yes.
We were good friends.
So where are you from?
Not here.
Oh.
Thank you for the tamales.
You're welcome.
Looks like you're burning.
- I am. - Are you wearing any sunscreen?
Well, I would have called before I stopped by,
but you still don't have a phone.
- No. - Yeah, and I rang the...
Anyway, I just wanted to make sure you're doing okay
and that the move went well.
And did you notice that we re-stuccoed and painted?
Yeah, I noticed that.
Didn't I ask you not to do that?
Yeah, well...
- I just thought... - The thing is...
I'm not gonna be living here that long, Mrs. Wyat,
so it's really just a waste of time.
What do you mean, you're not gonna be living here that long?
And for the record,
whoever did it,
they did kind of a lousy job.
It's all discolored right there.
Oh, well...
we can have that fixed.
No, don't bother.
It doesn't matter.
- Oh. - Well.
Anyhow.
Mrs. Wyat's voice: Looks like you're burning.
- I am. - Are you wearing any sunscreen?
Well, I would have called before I stopped by,
but you still don't have a phone.
And I rang the bell.
Well? And did you notice
that we re-stuccoed and painted?
Henry's voice: Yeah, I noticed that.
Didn't I ask you not to do that?
Yeah, well...
- I just thought... - The thing is,
I'm not gonna be living here that long, Mrs. Wyat.
So it's kind of a waste of time.
What do you mean, you're not gonna be living here that long?
And for the record,
whoever did it,
they did kind of a lousy job.
It's all discolored right there.
Oh, well...
we can have that fixed.
No, don't bother.
It doesn't matter.
Anyhow.
(button clicks)
What are you doing?
Oh my God.
(water running)
(faucet shuts off)
Esperanza: Yes! Really. Really.
Yes! Yes!
(continues indistinctly)
I don't know anything for sure, but...
It's... it's like...
Oh, please please please please.
Okay. Okay. Okay.
Thank you. See you soon.
Mr. Poole, something very wonderful has happened...
Were you just in my backyard?
Did you not look?
Were you looking in the windows?
Ay, no!
Of course not. Did you not see?
See what?
- Oh. Oh my God. - I...
l... I saw you.
You were running around.
Oh. Oh.
Do you need to borrow something?
Okay, I'll see you later.
(door slides open)
You don't see it?
See what?
All I see is a water stain from a lousy stucco job.
You are not looking.
L... I don't see anything.
You are not looking.
Es el rostro de Dios.
The face of God.
The face of Christ.
It's... it's like a sign from God.
Look, the only sign I see is that
you seem a little overexcited.
It's probably the heat.
I think the heat has gotten to you.
- Okay? - Okay. Okay.
L... l... I know it's hard to believe it.
But the proof is right... right there.
All right.
You just going to ignore it?
No. No.
I am gonna ignore you, though.
(muttering)
So who were you talking to?
To you.
No, I mean in your yard. You were on the phone.
- Who were you talking to? - Mmm.
Excuse me?
- (doorbell rings) - (dog barking)
Stay there.
Yeah?
Hi, I'm looking for Esperanza Martinez.
Said she would be here. I'm Father Vincent Salizar
from St. Ramos Catholic Church.
She called and asked me to meet her here...
Disculpame. Que bueno que llego.
It's in the backyard. I'll show you.
Ven. Come in, come in, come in.
Mire. Pares aqui.
Aqui aqui. Pares aqui. Aja.
Look, I don't know what you're up to,
but I didn't say you could come back here
and I'd like you to both leave.
You see?
Well, I do see something.
- Very sorry about the intrusion, Mr... - Poole.
Henry Poole.
Mr. Poole, I apologize.
So...
you do see it?
Well, I can see how it could be interpreted as a face.
- Oh my God. - That's quite clear.
But the face of Christ?
I'm not so sure that
we can make that leap.
Thank you. Thanks.
You see? You understand?
And like I was saying,
I'd like you to both leave. I'm kinda busy in there.
No no no no no. Look. Look.
You can see... the eyes here
and the beard here.
And the holy shoulder.
Everything. Everything, Padrecito. Everything.
I can see how it could be that.
These types of things should not be easily discounted,
but we do have to take these things at face value,
no pun intended.
Look, the face value of this
is that it's a water stain.
Right?
- Right? - You're probably right, Mr. Poole.
Yeah. Yeah.
And by no means does the church condone
any kind of frivolous claims of this nature, but...
But nothing. Look,
the game's over, okay? That's not the face of Christ
and I want to be left alone!
You're right.
You're right, Mr. Poole.
We've imposed enough.
Esperanza, let's go.
No no, espere un minuto, si?
Mr. Poole,
you can't ignore this, please.
- Es que espere, mejor... mejor, si. - Esperanza...
- vamonos. - Por favor, espere un minuto.
Mr. Poole,
don't you believe in God?
Please! Please.
(whispering)
Es que... es el rostro de Dios.
Sus ojos.
(Esperanza continues)
Excuse me.
No, wait...
(pushes button)
Father Salizar's voice: These types of things
should not be easily discounted,
but we do have to take these things at face value,
no pun intended.
Henry's voice: Yeah, well, I agree...
(tape rewinding)
Woman's voice: Please...
(woman sobbing)
It's gonna be okay.
We're gonna be okay.
I'm sorry.
(knocking)
Woman: Hello?
Hi. I'm Henry. I live next door.
Oh, yeah.
I saw you move in. I'm Dawn.
- Hi. - Hi. Nice to meet you.
Anyway, your daughter, I guess,
she dropped this in my backyard.
Oh, God, I'm... I'm so sorry.
I keep telling her to stay out of other people's yards.
No, it's not a problem. She was just walking around back there.
Did she tape you?
Um... I don't know.
'Cause she does that sometimes.
She tapes people.
Why does she do that?
Uh...
I don't know.
Um, well, I've got to go. But thank you so much
for bringing this back to Millie and...
I'll make sure that she stays out of your yard.
You having another party?
Sorry?
Well, I've seen you in here a couple of times buying the same stuff.
I thought maybe... Uh...
That'll be $155.82.
I thought maybe you might be throwing some parties.
No parties.
Well, that doesn't look like a very healthy diet.
Just kind of a phase.
Andales. Andales. Hurry hurry.
Go go go with me.
Hurry, girl! Hurry.
Hurry, Margie.
Oh my God, oh my God, oh my God, oh my God.
- Hey! - Oh my God, oh my God.
Run run run run!
(Esperanza shouting)
I see you.
Hey! Hey! Holy shoulder!
Hey.
Are these yours?
There you go. You can have those back.
Let me ask you a question.
Does that look like a church back there? 'Cause it's not.
It's my house. It's private property.
And I don't want you four wandering around back there
when I'm not home with a bunch of candles
doing whatever it is that those things do. Okay?
And you're gonna put paint on my wall?
All right? That's vandalism.
- Got it? - Please. Please, Mr. Poole.
Calm. We didn't paint anything on your wall.
- Really? - Really.
- No, nothing? - No no no...
Okay, so what's that?
Wanna tell me what that is?
Oh my God.
That's not paint, Mr. Poole.
And we did not put it there.
So what is it?
It's blood.
- Oh... - It's the holy blood.
- Blood? - Yes.
Okay.
- Oh my God. - Let me tell you something.
All three of you are old enough to know better
and I'm especially disappointed in you.
Sick of it.
Please just leave me alone, all right?
Blood.
(rock music playing)
# Whoo hoo #
# I got my head checked #
# By a jumbo jet #
# It wasn't easy #
# But nothing is #
# No #
# Whoo hoo #
# When I feel heavy metal #
# Whoo hoo #
# And I'm pins and I'm needles #
# Whoo hoo #
# Well, I lie and I'm easy #
# All of the time but I'm never sure #
# When I need you #
# Pleased to meet you #
# Oh, yeah. #
Thank you.
(humming)
Ooh! Oops.
- "Oops?" - Sorry.
Oh, I missed.
You... you missed?
Eh, let me just try again.
- Yeah? - Mm-hmm.
Okay.
Damn it. Jesus. Sorry.
- Oh, damn. - Eh!
- (sighs) - You know, seriously,
do you want to go practice and come back?
Maybe warm up on, like, an orange? What's the story?
You know, at this point, I'm just like, "A razor blade and a coffee cup,
I'll do it myself." You know what I mean?
One more time.
It's just... this is the one.
- Yeah? - Mm-hmm.
Okay, just relax. Okay?
I feel it.
Okay.
- Ah, got it. - Got it?
- Mm-hmm. - Good.
Ouch! How many times did she hit you?
Uh, three or four. I actually kinda lost track.
Three or four, huh? She's getting better.
She got some practice.
Let me just run through a couple of standard Q and A.
- You sleeping okay? - I could use a little more, yeah.
Diet good?
I eat, yeah.
Exercise?
Uh, you know, here and there.
So no?
- Well... - Other than that, Mr. Poole,
you're doing fine.
I'd probably try a little more exercise.
Maybe some yoga? Or Pilates?
I'll call you in a few days when your blood and urine come back.
I can help you over here.
Hope you're not using that as a mixer.
- Huh? - 'Cause you're not getting vodka.
Oh, yeah.
Did you know that in 1985,
Gorbachev, right after he became the party's general secretary,
tried to eradicate vodka in Russia?
The people wouldn't have it, though.
Isn't that weird? I mean...
something like 30,000 Russians die a year
from alcohol poisoning, but the people,
they want what they want.
Yeah.
What's wrong with you?
Hmm?
Well, I don't mean to be rude.
It's just that...
something is clearly wrong with you.
I don't know if you're sad or angry or both,
but you're not normal.
I thought maybe you might want to talk about it.
You want me to tell you why I'm sad and angry
while you're ringing up my bottles of bleach?
So it is both... sad and angry.
- I didn't say that. - Yes, you did.
- No, I didn't. - Yes, you did.
I was indulging you.
Okay? I was being polite.
Okay, indulge me some more.
- Tell me what's wrong. - Why don't you just ring my stuff up,
all right? Jesus.
I mean, I appreciate your concern,
but I'd just like to get out of here.
- All right? - Okay.
I'm sorry I asked.
Don't be.
It's okay to be sad, you know.
I mean, I've been really sad before.
Sometimes...
you have to be sad to remind yourself that you're alive.
Better than feeling nothing, right?
It's not coming off, huh?
No.
No, it isn't.
I, uh, think I might have even made it worse.
You, uh, you got any suggestions?
Um, no.
But if it's what Esperanza says it is,
then I guess it's gonna take a little bit more than a bottle of bleach.
Yeah, well, Esperanza's wrong.
So you aren't in so much doubt.
You really think that's the face of Christ?
Actually,
from this angle, it looks a little bit like you.
I mean, an abstract version.
I guess.
It's just a stain.
It's a bad stain.
Well, if you can't get it off,
I guess it'll be something to remember you by.
What?
Well, you're not gonna live here that long, right?
Esperanza, she's like the local newspaper around here.
I think she cornered the real estate agent
and so we got the lowdown on you.
Oh. Yeah.
So... so what are you doing? Buying it, selling it and making a profit?
Yeah.
Yeah, something like that.
Well, don't sell it to any weirdoes, okay?
No.
I won't.
Okay, well, good luck with the face.
Thanks.
Or whatever it is.
(radio on low volume)
Woman: Listen to me. The man is clearly an atheist.
And he's not very nice.
The two go hand in hand.
Well, those without faith
sometimes need a little help.
That's it.
Psst, psst.
Now what are you doing?
- Your lawn is so sloopy. - Sloopy?
- Yeah. - Look, this is ridiculous.
Okay, people just don't go around helping one another for no reason,
so just tell me what it is you're doing.
- What do you want? - I don't want anything.
Just tell him. Just ask him.
Ask me what?
She wants to bring the church in
to test the face in your backyard,
to see if it's a miracle.
You've got to be kidding me.
Nope. She's crafty like that.
- Aren't you? - Yeah.
I didn't catch your name, but anyways...
Listen to me, okay?
You can build me a goddamn gazebo back there
and I still wouldn't let you and your crazy church friends
into my house. All right?
So that face, whatever you happen to think it is,
is a stain.
It's not a miracle.
Okay?
How can you say that?
Look, I really don't want to talk about it,
so I just came out here to give you that.
I just found it, so...
(sobbing)
Oh my God.
Why did you have to go and do that?
Um, why are you crying? I just... I'm sorry.
I just found that.
That's Leo.
He was her boyfriend before he died.
He lived in your house.
He was such a good man.
Well, look, there's a cigar box full of them under the sink,
so you can come by and get 'em when you want 'em.
He was so handsome.
L... I never thought I'd find someone like him.
L... I was ready to...
to just be old alone.
I never married.
Never found anyone.
Then one day,
three years ago or so,
Leo came here.
And that was it.
Years of being alone
and one minute...
manages to take it all away.
A lifetime of sadness and...
suddenly
I couldn't even remember
what it was like to be sad.
And then he died.
And I remember.
And...
I pray to God
to help me stop
feeling that pain
and let me know
that he was okay.
And now...
the face appears...
the face of God.
Look,
Esperanza...
I want you to be very honest with me.
Okay?
You really think that that stain out there
is the answer to all your prayers?
Do you?
So what exactly is it that you want the church to do?
Just come and test the wall.
Test the blood.
And to see what it is.
And if it's nothing, then it's nothing
and I won't bother you again.
I promise, really.
Um...
All right.
Just one day. That's it.
I mean it. One day.
Thank you, Mr. Poole.
Thank you.
You're welcome.
Thank you.
You'll see. You'll see.
Everything happens for a reason.
Esperanza, llevelo al dentro.
- Gracias. - Who's that guy?
He has to open up the wall and look at what's behind the stain
to be sure it's not man-made.
We'll repair it. It'll look as good as new. Don't worry.
No, don't repair it. It's okay.
Don't be silly, Mr. Poole. We're not gonna leave a hole in the wall.
Doesn't matter.
I'm not gonna be here that long.
You know, Father Salizar, the house was re-stuccoed
before I moved in, so that's it.
There's really not a lot to talk about.
Maybe not about the house.
Why did you say you were not gonna be here that long?
I don't really want to talk about it.
Oh, yeah, you do.
Oh, I do?
Otherwise you wouldn't have mentioned it.
Let me ask you a question.
What makes you think you know me that well?
I don't think that.
I just think anybody with two eyes could see that something is wrong,
- like you're... - Sad and angry?
Yeah.
Something like that.
Yeah.
I'm a good listener.
Yeah? Me too.
Father Salizar's voice: I just think anybody with two eyes
could see that something is wrong.
- Like you're... - Sad and angry?
Yeah.
Something like that.
I just think anybody with two eyes
could see that something is wrong,
- like you're... - Sad and angry?
Yeah.
Something like that.
(recorder button clicks)
What are you doing in there?
Wow.
You really like this place.
You don't talk, do you, Millie?
It's okay.
Sometimes I don't like to talk either.
You know?
I ought to go.
Okay?
I'd love to sit here and visit with you, but I just can't.
I got a pretty long journey ahead of me.
I wish I could stay and talk with you.
I just don't have the time.
Mr. Poole? Uh...
l... I'm sorry. I rang the bell, but...
Well, I have something for you.
How'd you know this was the one?
I know everything about this neighborhood.
You should know that by now.
This used to be my room.
Mr. Poole, are you okay?
This used to be my room.
This is the last place I remember being happy.
Even then I can barely remember.
This is the room where they used to scream at each other.
Mmm.
It's a strange thing about standing here again.
It's doing absolutely nothing for me, you know?
Mr. Poole,
I'm sorry it wasn't what you hoped.
Don't be.
It never is.
But thank you.
This was very generous.
- Mmm. - Thanks.
What did you expect?
You can't go to the past to fix the present.
You sound like a fortune cookie.
(laughs)
Cookies don't talk.
Now...
at least now you know.
Know what?
To come back to the place you grew up.
Yeah.
Now I know.
It's like nothing.
You find out there's nowhere to hide.
# Shadows are falling #
# And I been here all day #
# It's too hot to sleep #
# And time is running away #
# I feel like my soul has #
# Turned into steel #
# I've still got the scars #
# That the sun didn't heal #
# There's not even room enough #
# To be anywhere #
# It's not dark yet #
# But it's gettin' there. #
Millie?
Hey.
Come out, honey. It's too late to be playing games.
Where are you, Millie?
Millie?
What are you doing?
Honey?
Hey, Millie.
Millie.
Hey.
What is it?
Hey, what did you say?
What?
- (whispering) - Hey.
What did you say?
Mama.
Mommy? Can you hear me?
We're okay.
I love you so so much.
I'm sorry.
I'm so sorry, baby.
I'm sorry.
Mommy's here.
Mommy's right here.
Come on. Let's go.
Hey, let's go home.