Those trials alone would be enough for Linda to deal with. Then a leak above the family’s apartment opens a giant hole in the ceiling, and water gushes through. The nameless, faceless, increasingly unbearable child whines about the squishiness of the water-soaked rug under her feet and asks her mother, in plaintively manipulative tones, “Are we gonna die?” Linda hustles the two of them to a nearby motel whose only employees are a surly young goth attendant (a glowering Ivy Wolk) and a sympathetic, mildly flirty super (A$AP Rocky, laidback and breezy). Through it all, Linda fields calls from her absentee husband (we’ll later learn that his voice belongs to Christian Slater), who offers zero support beyond barking useless advice over the phone. At this point, Linda is pretty much your average frazzled mom, but her grasp of reality is unraveling, and she makes an escalating series of bad motherly choices.