In the suburban neighborhood of Sacramento, California, we are focusing on a car in particular, named the BandiBuggy. As the car drives down the street, it parks in front of a house. The engine then turns off, and the driver's door opens. Out comes Coco, who shuts the door and walks up to the house. She rings the doorbell and waits.
Pasadena is inside and hears the doorbell. "That's probably Von Clutch," she said to herself. "He must have that bumper for my car." She goes to open the door.
Coco's eyes locked focused on Pasadena. A feeling of anger rushed through her as a flashback showed Pasadena punch her down to the ground, with scars on her face.
In a second, Coco punches her in the face. Shocked but rapidly recovers, Pasadena grabs her and throws her into the house. She runs in after her, but Coco gets up and blocks her attack. They go into a series of kicks and blows, knocking themselves into walls and tables, breaking everything in the living room. They both find a knife and stop their fight. Now ten feet apart from each other, they stared into each other's eyes. Soon they engage in a knife fight, trying to cut one another but both dodging them. Coco finally cuts Pasadena on the cheek.
"Ugh, dammit." said Pasadena.
"Come and get it!" teased Coco, clutching her knife tighter.
They do not attack, but instead aim their knife in front of each other. Outside, a bus pulls up in front of the same house, next to Coco's buggy. The both noticed it and watched as a young girl stepped out. As the girl started to the house, the weapons were still focused on each other.
Pasadena glanced at Coco, then back at the girl, and stared back at her. Coco looked at Pasadena, and they both made a final decision.
They hid the knifes behind their back as the girl walked in the house. She was young; maybe about three years old, looking most like Pasadena. Pausing in her steps, she looked straight at the women and the living room around her.
"Hi honey," said Pasadena with a smile. "How was school today?" "... What happened?" the girl asked concerned.
"It was that damn dog again. Couldn't catch his butt runnin' around here."
The girl was silent.
"Hannah, this is Coco," she said, still holding the knife behind her back. "She's an old friend I ain't seen in years."
Coco smiled at the girl. "Hi there- she hesitated for a moment – how old are you?"
The girl was still silent.
"Hannah," Pasadena said. "She asked you a question."
"... Four," Hannah answered quietly.
"Four, huh?" Coco said seriously. "You're lucky to have a family take care of you. You know... if I were with my family right now... I'd be lucky too."
Hannah became silent again; her eyes focused on her.
Pasadena walked over to Hannah, crouching down to her. "Now sweetie," she said affectionately. "Mommy and her friend have some business to talk about of. So why don't you go to your room and start on your homework?"
She looked back at Coco.
"Hannah, listen to me, and do what I said."
The girl started to the stairs, still looking at Coco, and went up.
Pasadena dropped her knife. "Sigh... would you like some coffee?" she asked.
"Sure," Coco decided.
The two women headed into the kitchen, aside from all the broken glass and furniture scattered around the living room.
Pasadena walks to the counter next to a coffee machine. She then opens a drawer full of utensils, and picks out two spoons. Coco instead waits at the entrance of the kitchen.
"Do ya want creme or sugar," asked Pasadena as she threw a washcloth to Coco.
Coco caught the washcloth. "Creme," she requested, wiping some blood off her face.
"So I guess it's a little late for an apology, huh?" Pasadena assumed.
"You guessed correctly."
"You have every right to get even."
Coco dropped her washcloth. "No," she scoffed. "No, to get even? Even-Steven? I'd have to kill you, go up to Hannah's room, kill her, and wait for Von Clutch, and kill him. THAT would be even... that'd be about square."- Makes square motion with finger.
"Look," Pasadena fought back. "I wish I could go back to the past, but I can't. All I can say now is that I'm a different person. It SUCKS what I did to your brother; I swear to GOD that didn't happen. But for right now, I just wanna know if you're gonna start anymore crap around my little girl."
"You can relax for now," Coco assured her. "I'm not gonna murder you in front of your daughter, ok?"
Pasadena poured coffee into two mugs. "That's being more rational than Pinstripe led me to believe you're capable of." She handed her a mug full of coffee.
"Thanks. It's mercy, compassion, and forgiveness I lacked; not rationality.
Pasadena walks to a billboard over on the refrigerator. "I see what you mean. But STILL... inspite of everything we've done- she took a picture – I beseech you on behalf of my Hannah! (Shows Coco a picture of Hannah)
"Woman," Coco said, giving her a meaningful look. "You can stop right there. Just because I have no wish to murder you in front of your daughter, does NOT mean parading her in front of me is gonna inspire sympathy. You and I have unfinished business... and not a goddamn freakin' thing you've done in the last four years, including gettin' knocked up, is gonna change that."
Pasadena hesitated for a minute- then looked into her eyes.
"So... when do we do this?" she asked finally.
"It all depends on when you wanna die. Tomorrow? The day after tomorrow?"
"How about tonight, girlfriend?"
"Splendid," Coco replied. "Where?"
"There's a NASCAR stadium where I race at occasionally," Pasadena said. "We go there, dressed head to toe in black. Black masks, black outfit, black gloves. We'll meet there at midnight... and have ourselves at little night fight. Now if you excuse me, I have to fix Hannah's cereal."
She walks to the fridge and grabs a container of milk. "Gun Sheila, she thought, walking to the counter. I shoulda been freakin' Gun Sheila.
"One thing's funny, though," snickered Coco. "I never imagined you and Von Clutch gettin' it on... did ya?"
Pasadena grabbed a cereal box from the cupboard. "Very funny, smart ass," she said as she put her hand in the box. "VERY FUNNY!"
A gun fired from the bottom of the box at Coco, but dodges it. Coco immediately throws a glass at her, then darts a knife into Pasadena's heart.
"Ugh," she murmurs as she drops to floor... dead.
Coco walks over to the deceased body, crouching down to grab the knife out her chest. She then gets up...
Hannah is standing at the entrance of the kitchen. Coco notices her and grabs a rag off the counter. "It wasn't my intention to do this in front of you," she explained, wiping off the blood stained knife. "For that I'm sorry."
Hannah stayed silent.
"But you can take my word for it... your mother had it coming. When you grow up... if ya still feel mad about it... I'll be waiting." Coco puts the weapon in her holster and walks out the kitchen, cereal scattered around the floor and leaving the girl and dead Pasadena inside.
As she walks out the house, she goes back in her car. Then Coco pulls a note out her pocket, crossing out the name 'Pasadena Opossum' written on the paper with a marker. The engine starts and she drives away, leaving the area.