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[upbeat percussive music]

* *

- [gasps]

- Damn, I've always wanted
to do that.

- What the hell, Marvin?
- Sorry, baby.

Houseguests are like fish.
They go bad after three days.

I don't normally say this,

but you gotta get
your shit together.

- [groans]

- Or don't.

Just get the hell off my couch.

* *

And wash ya ass.

* *

- [exhales heavily]

* *

[birds chirping]

Bitch, I can't believe
you fucked Noah.

My Noah.

You know, I'm tempted
to piss on your grave,

but I know you'd like that.

* *

But you do hate it
when people steal your drugs.

* *

I'll take this as your apology
for fucking my man.

* *

[upbeat percussive music]

* *

[birds singing]

[dog barking]

- Morning.
Couldn't sleep again?

- When did
Sarah Michelle Gellar

rebrand as a chef?

- [groans]
I try not to think about it.

I'm gonna go check the mail
for your acceptance letter.

- Don't.
- But it might have come today.

- I know, but I'm nervous.

Let's just have our day,
all right?

- You are meant to be up
in the sky, serving ginger ale.

- Right, well it does taste

better up there,
for the record.

- Yeah. You know what tastes
better up there?

Mwah!

Let's go.

* *

Boom.
No cuts, bitch.

- Wow.
I'm a real boy.

- [chuckles]

All right, turn around.
Hole next.

- Really?
- No, you sick fuck.

Plus, we're gonna need

a bigger one of these
if we're doing that.

- * Eyes adjust me on limes *

* *

* L--l--limes *

* *

[door opens]

- Oh.
Is this for sex later?

The recipe does not call
for zucchini.

- They're for Eric and Taylor.

I'm making them
zucchini noodles,

because they don't fuck
with carbs.

- Hey, do you think

the whole meeting
each other's friends thing

is a little masochistic?

I'm just saying,
we might get back problems

from carrying the conversation.

- I just--I want to be
like a normal couple

that hangs out
with each other's friends

while eating a pasta dish

from the mind
of Sarah Michelle Gellar.

Which, speaking of...

[crickets chirping]

- Are you kidding?
What can't she do?

- [laughs]

[knock at door]

- Hello?

- I'll get it.

- Let me in.

Peekaboo!
[both chuckle]

You took forever!
Shut the heck up.

You live here?

Okay, Mr. Adulting.

[laughs]
Hi.

- Hi.
- I miss this.

- Hi.
- Oh, my God.

- Me and Court were
just saying,

is this the first time
you've seen us out of uniform?

- It is.

You've literally only seen me
dressed as a hot dog.

[laughter]

- Speaking of,
I got you a corndog,

'cause I know it's your fave.

- Oh!
- Okay, but seriously,

we miss you at the mall.

- Oh, did you hear Sandra got
fired from the Sweet Factory?

- [gasps]

- She threw a Jawbreaker
at a customer.

Full concussion.

- [mimics explosion]
- [mimics shriek]

- Hi, hi.
Nice to meet you.

- Okay, shut the hell up.
You're dating him?

You're such a babe.
We're hooking up.

I'm sucking you off later.
[laughs]

No, I'm not.
I'm not. Sorry.

- Well, don't act so shocked.

- Oh.
- I'm not shocked.

I'm just--okay!

That's what we're doing.
Cute.

- Nobody can open any roads!
The helicopter's flying in!

both:
Taking two people at a time!

Save our souls!

[laughter]
- Mwah, mwah!

- Come here.

Noah, your place looks so sick.

- Oh, Eric, Taylor,
this is Courtney.

- Hello.

- And George.
And Julian.

- Hi, dolls, I am--
- Hi.

Where is
this super-secret hot boyfriend

you've been hiding?

- Oh, this is--it's Julian.
He's my boyfriend.

both: Whoa!
- Boyfriends.

- That's amazing.
- Oh, my God.

- It's his house, too.

- These are delicious zoodles,
Noah.

[chuckling]

- Thank you.
I know Sunday's your cheat day.

- Mm-hmm.

- How do you cheat?
Like, on a test?

- No, like, with food.

Literally,
we turn into garbage cans.

We eat pizza, we eat donuts.
- Donuts.

I tell my clients
the secret is

no food after 7:00 p.m.
or before noon.

- Mm-hmm.
- Huh. Sounds fun.

- Yeah, it is.

- [gasps] Noah.

Serious question: can I have
my birthday party here?

- Oh, please, please, please.

- Oh, I'm--yeah,
I'm done with hosting.

- What?
- No.

- Oh, my God, come on,
you gotta rent this place out.

- Seriously.
- No, no, no.

We're taking a break
from all that.

- Oh.
- Oh.

- Okay. Forget I said it.
It's fine.

[indistinct chatter]

- So where did the two
of you meet?

- [chuckles]
Oh.

Well, we actually met
through my old--

- Hairdresser.
Mm-hmm.

- You go to Amber.
- No.

- So, is it no or yes or--

- No, I mean, I do go--
I do go to Amber,

I just, I haven't gone
to her in a long time.

- Your hair's, like,
really short.

- Who wants seconds?

- I-I'm full.

- Excuse me.

[quirky awkward music]

Babe, are you okay?

- Yeah, I just wasn't expecting

the Spanish Inquisition
tonight.

- Julian, you have nothing
to be nervous about.

- * Mommy, mother *

* Mommy, mother,
where are you? *

- Jesus fucking Christ.

* I don't know
I don't know *

* Where that slut is
She's dead *

* She got hit in the head *
- Okay.

Okay, settle down.
We've got neighbors.

- That's wonderful.
- Word.

- There's my song.
- Okay.

- I was just telling the boys

about my Disney
cruise audition.

- It was a slam dunk.

- It was between me and
an ugly girl, and she got it.

- Amazing.

I can see you doing Elsa
in the middle of the Gulf.

- Right?
- Me too.

- Guys.
- Yeah.

But hasn't the Gulf
suffered enough?

[laughs]

I'm obviously kidding.
Yeah, I'm kidding.

- So, what do you do, Julian?
- Um, I'm a tutor.

both: Oh!

- Yeah, when he's not busy
being Mayor of the Mall.

- Malls have mayors?
What?

- So, is that, like,
an elected position?

- I just mean that he comes
to the mall a lot.

- Well, before he became
too cool for us.

[both chuckle]

He's a cool guy.
He's a cool guy.

- Babe, tell them
about your airline thing.

- You're a pilot, too?

- No. No, no, no,
I'm not a pilot.

- He wants to be
a flight attendant.

He talks about it all the time.

- Yeah.

- Well, that,
and "Buffy" season six.

- [hisses]

- Okay, no, no,
that's--honestly,

that's more of, like,
a joke.

- Oh.

- Being a flight attendant
is no joke.

My sister works for WestJet.

She threw out her back pushing
one of those damn meal carts.

- [indistinct]
- What?

They're like 250 pounds.

- I know, baby, I know.
- They're a lot.

- Big bummer.

- Babe, can you help me
with the flan in the kitchen?

- Yeah, one second.

- Do you need a helping hand?
- I'm fine.

Hey, do you want seconds?
- No, thank you.

all: Oh!
- Whoa.

- He said no.
- I'm so sorry.

- Oh, my God.
[loud thump]

[all scream]

- Sorry.

[groans]
Sorry.

[insects chirping]

- Someone threw a slushie
at our house.

- Oh.

- Dessert, anyone?

- [clears throat]
- [clicks tongue]

- [chuckles] Bye.
Text me when you get home.

Okay.

I didn't know I invited
Liz Taylor to the dinner party.

- I'm sorry.

I don't actually know
what happened.

- I've never seen you that way.

- I mean, did you see
how surprised

Eric and Taylor were
that we were dating?

Everyone was,
which feels great.

- Julian, do you know what
attracted me to you?

- My fat ass?
- [chuckles]

It was your passion for
the things that make you you.

You didn't give a shit about
what other people thought.

I've never met
anyone like that.

- Yeah, well, maybe I give more
of a shit than you think.

- Babe, you are
in no one's fucking shadow.

[soft dramatic music]

You hear me?

- Yeah.

* *

- And I love that fat ass.
Let's go.

- Okay.

* *

- I caved.

- Oh, my God,
that's such a big envelope!

Size does matter
in this instance.

- Okay, how about you open it?

[soft upbeat music]

* *

- So, does this mean
I get to fly for free?

- Shut up.

* *

Holy shit.
[chuckles]

I'm gonna be
a flight attendant.

- Congratulations, baby.

* *

- What's wrong?

I'll only be gone
for like eight weeks, max.

It won't be that long.

* *

The real issue, though,
is when I get hired,

because I'll be kind of
jet-setting around the world,

or more likely just
dead-heading to Cleveland,

passing out pretzels
on some regional puddle jumper.

* *

What am I doing?
I can't do this.

- Oh, my God,
you're so fucking annoying.

If only you could just see
how fucking capable

and cool and adorable
and lovable you are.

* *

- I'm lovable?
Tell me more.

- [chuckles]

Shut up.

You know I love you.

* *

- I love you, too.

* *

[chuckles]

[water dripping]

- Okay. Okay.
This is literally

all I could find in your room,
so I hope it works.

- Bring it to me.
- All right.

- So do you thing you can do

pot patrol
for a little bit tonight?

- Uh, yeah, sure.
Are you working?

- No.

- What are you doing?

- Nothing.
I'm--I'm--just nothing.

- Okay. Cool.
Changing the subject.

I hate to ask, but what
are we gonna do about this?

It stopped raining
this morning, so.

- Just give it to me.
- Here you go.

- We aren't gonna do
anything about this.

I'm gonna get an estimate
from a contractor tomorrow.

- Okay.

- Don't boundaries go
both ways?

I get to be the parent
and pay the bills,

and have a private life,
and you can have yours.

- Yeah, okay. Sure.
Sorry.

- Mingus, I don't know
how to do this.

- [chuckles]
No, it's fine.

I mean, you have fun
at your whatever.

And I'll come back
here later tonight

and watch over these pots like
they are my very own children.

And by that, I do mean lie
about not having a date,

when I obviously do.

- Thanks.
- Mm-hmm.

Bye.

[soft upbeat music]

- But is this too, like, cute?

Oh, fuck off.

- [laughs]

Rude.

* *

Oh, and then there was
the guy I met on Grindr.

The sex was very
tell-me-you're-a-Scorpio-

without-telling-me-
you're-a-Scorpio,

do you know what I mean?

Like, psycho, but hot.

- Are you nervous?

'Cause you've been talking
for like 20 minutes straight.

- What, about STIs?
Babe, it's not the '90s.

Fuck.

- Have you had sex

under the influence
of cocaine, meth, or heroin?

[soft suspenseful music]

- No.

- Have you had
unprotected oral sex?

* *

- Duh?

I'm sorry, no one's gonna suck
on a condom.

[chuckles]

- Have you had
unprotected anal sex?

* *

- Yeah.
- Okay.

Would you like to receive
information about PrEP today?

* *

We're gonna draw your blood
and do a rapid test.

Results will come back
in about 20 minutes.

[uneasy music]

* *

- You good?
- Yeah.

God must be gay,

because She really looked out
for your girl Mingus today.

- Ooh. Okay, congrats.
You want to go grab dinner?

- Can't.

Scorpio texted,
so I gotta go get railed.

Bye.

- * Are you someone
I once knew *

* Do you run
the way I would *

* But do you fight *

* The way I wish I could *

* Or are you a stranger *

* *

* Hello stranger *

* You're where I stood *

* *

* Hello stranger *

* You're where I stood *

* *

[door creaks open]

[loud clatter]

- Hello?
Somebody there?

["Rock 'n' Roll Suicide"
by David Bowie playing]

* *

- * Time takes a cigarette *

* Puts it in your mouth *

* You pull
on your finger *

* Then another finger *

* Then cigarette *

* The wall-to-wall
is calling *

* It lingers,
then you forget *

* Oh ho, ho, ho *

* You're
a rock 'n' roll suicide *

* *

* You're too old
to lose it *

* *

* Too young to choose it *

* *

* And the clock waits
so patiently *

* On your song *

* You walk past a café *

* But you don't eat
when you've lived too long *

* Oh, no, no, no *

* You're
a rock 'n' roll suicide *

* *

* Chevy brakes
are snarling *

* As you stumble
across the road *

* But the day breaks instead *

* So you hurry home *

* *

* Don't let the sun
blast your shadow *

* Don't let the milk float
ride your mind *

* They're so natural,
religiously unkind *

* Oh, no, love,
you're not alone *

* You're watching yourself
but you're too unfair *

* You got your head
all tangled up *

* But if I could
only make you care *

* Oh, no, love,
you're not alone *

* No matter what
or who you've been *

* No matter when
or where you've seen *

* All the knives seem
to lacerate your brain *

* I've had my share *

* I'll help you
with the pain *

- You're not alone!

[sobs]

- Whoo!
[applauds]

[music playing
on small stereo]

I'm not stalking you.
I swear.

I'm buying Babylon.

You obviously need
to sage the bitch,

but think it's time to breathe
some new life back into it.

Don't you think?

That was good,
what you was doing up there.

Felt like I was watching
an exorcism or something.

[groans]
What?

You think I'm still mad

about you running away
from my drag school?

You need to get
over yourself, bitch.

- [sobbing]

No, it's, um--

it's not about that.

[breathing unsteadily]

I have HIV.

I fucking have HIV.

- Baby, it's gonna be okay.

You know I have HIV too, right?

- Am I gonna die?

I mean, like, I know I'm not.

And, like, I feel guilty for
even being upset about this,

'cause I know that it's, like,
not a death sentence anymore.

But I mean, like, you still
don't want this, right?

Like, I mean, if you can
avoid it, you should?

I just--I really--I don't know.
I don't know how to feel.

Can you just tell me
how to feel about this, Bussey?

- You will live a long

and possibly annoying...

- [chuckles]

- But healthy life.

I am.

- [chuckles softly]

Are guys still gonna want
to fuck me?

I mean, I hate that these are
the first questions I have.

I'm sorry.

- Yes, you will be fucking.

Skinny white boys will always
be out here fucking.

- [laughs]

- But you'll fall in love, too.

I did.

- I'm sorry.

Did he pass away?

- No, bitch.

He at home trying to fix
our goddamn internet.

It's Bobby.
The puppet guy?

- Oh.
- You met him at drag school.

[chuckles]

Been together
for 20 years now.

I want you to perform at the
teardown party for Babylon.

- [scoffs] Stop.
- No, I'm serious.

Your first performance
got interrupted by...

this.

You need a redo.

And if it's anything like
you were doing tonight?

Damn.

I can't believe it took
your ass getting diagnosed

with HIV to finally
fucking learn how to perform.

- Oh God,
that is so fucking dark.

- [chuckles]

It is darker when you don't
know how to laugh about it.

Trust.

- [sighs]
All right, I'm in.

- Yes!
- [chuckles]

- Oh, my mom's gonna be stoked.

- Mm.

Fuck.
My mom.

[soft dramatic music]

How the fuck
am I gonna tell her?

- Mine's freaked.

* *

Threw me out
as soon as she found out,

'cause she was afraid
she'd catch it.

* *

- [scoffs]
- Total monster.

* *

- My mom's not the monster.

* *

I am.

[melancholy music]

* *

[slow jazz music]

* *

- Where is our bartender?

[indistinct chatter]

- Y'all drunk white women

really know
how to take up space.

- Ugh.
I know.

Honey, I'm so glad
that you reached out tonight.

We need to find a way

to get Ruthie
and Brodie back together.

- Ruthie has really been going
through it since their fight.

And she wasn't okay before
the fight either, I mean.

- Oh, Jesus.

Just get some balls
and say what you're gonna say.

Oh, shit.

Is referring
to your balls offensive?

- All right, here's the deal.

I'm tired of worrying
about Ruthie.

How is she doing?
Is she okay?

Does she like being a mom yet?

I mean,
no one checks in with me,

and I'm the one
holding this shit down.

These past few months
have been hell.

[sighs]

Why am I attracted
to these needy white women?

Oh, fuck.
Why'd I just tell you that?

* *

- Because we're friends.
- No.

Didn't you have lunch
with Ann Coulter once?

- As a joke.

We're friends, Shar.

And you know why?
Because I get you.

I know what it feels like
to raise kids on your own.

- Excuse,
you had, like, five nannies.

And you have no clue
what it's like

to raise kids in this body.

Like, you don't get me, Brenda.

When I was younger, I used
to put weights on my chest,

'cause I for real thought
they would go down,

and now I'm using them
to fucking feed babies?

It's a constant, feeling like
a stranger in this body.

So I'm in a stranger's life,

and I have this girlfriend who
lies to me, and ever since...

[sighs]

I constantly have this pit
in my stomach,

because she could walk out
the door and never come back.

I don't want to raise
these kids alone.

You get that, Brenda?

- No.

* *

I mean, I know
what it feels like

not to get emotional support.

* *

- I bet no one
checks in with you either.

- Oh, I'm fine, honey.
- Bullshit.

- No, I'm always fine.

Even though my children
want nothing to do with me.

* *

They think I'm radioactive
or something.

- Well, I can say,
as your friend, with authority,

that's not true.

I'm here, aren't I?

* *

- Bottoms up.

Can I say "bottom"?
- [scoffs]

- I have so much to learn.

[chuckles]
- You really do.

[chuckles]

- [cooing]

- All right, Flo.
It's time for bed.

[music box playing]

So Mommy can have a drink...

and watch
"The L Word: Generation Q,"

which is
actually better than I thought.

* *

[sighs]

I dare you to do something
interesting before I leave.

* *

[sighs]

Maybe next time.
Goodnight.

* *

- We're gonna take a quick
break after this song,

but we've got a few more slots

for the open mic
if you're feeling brave.

[scattered cheers]

- Anyway,
what were we talking about?

- Um, I come from swamp trash.

- Right.
[sighs]

I love you so much more now
that I know you grew up poor.

- I hated it.

Luckily, I met Winston,

and I married him
six months later at 19.

- No offense, but was that
strictly a money thing?

- Oh, no.

I had the self-esteem of
a reduced fat cottage cheese.

I thought marrying him,
that would fix that.

It was gonna give me
all this freedom.

- Don't do the poor, little
rich girl thing, Brenda.

You better than that.

- Oh, I know I'm problematic
and privileged.

But this isn't Twitter,
all right?

This is me.
A person in a bar.

And I am just telling you
how it was, okay?

- Fine.
- Yeah.

- Go on, Southern Nancy Meyers.

- Oh, I wish--

I wish I had all these
secret hopes and dreams,

but the truth is--
[sighs]

The truth is
that I met Winston too young

to have any,
and then he became my world.

I'd divorce him.
I would.

But for what?

It's not like I have anything
waiting for me

on the other side
to make it all worth it.

- You have Flo and Jet.

- Until their brains
further develop,

and they decide they don't want
to have anything

to do with me, either.

- Eh.

- My life is over, Shar.

And the cruel joke is

is that I have to just keep
living it anyway.

- Your life is not over.

You're a sparkly person,
Brenda.

I mean, obviously hot.

- You think I'm hot, huh?

- I have two working eyes,
so yeah, I do.

You got this, baby.

Divorce his ass.
Take a risk.

[sultry music]

* *

- Excuse me.

* *

[applause]

[exhales heavily]

You hear that?

You're one hot bitch.

- Ladies and gentlemen, we have
a first-timer here tonight.

Please welcome to the stage,

singing "Maybe This Time"
from "Cabaret."

- Jesus Christ, I can't wait
for someone to fuck this up.

- Miss Brenda!

[cheers and applause]

- [sighs] Hey.
[scattered cheers]

[clears throat]

[cheers and applause]

[piano playing slowly]

* *

* Maybe this time *

* I'll be lucky *

* *

* Maybe this time,
they'll stay *

[baby squealing]

* Maybe this time *

- Fuck.

- * For the first time *

- Oh, it's okay.
Oh, it's okay.

- * Love won't hurry away *
- I'm here.

It's okay. Shh.
- [cooing]

Mama.

- Did you just--?

- * I'll be home at last *

- [chuckles weakly]

* *

- * Not a loser anymore *

* Like the last time *

* And the time before *

* *

[piano playing jauntily]

* 'Cause everybody *

* Loves a winner *
[cheering]

* So nobody loved me *

[cheers and applause]

* Lady Peaceful,
Lady Happy *

* That's what I long to be *

* *

* Well, all the odds are *

* They're in my favor *

* Something's bound to begin *

* It's gotta happen *

* Happen sometime *

* Maybe this time *

* Maybe this time *

* I win *

* *

[gasps]

[moaning]

* *

[energetic musical crescendo]

- I'll take this
as your apology

for fucking my man.

[upbeat music]

* *

[toilet flushing]

[clucking and meowing]

[water running]

[spacey musical crescendo]

* *

[quirky percussive music]

* *

- Hey.

You've been in there
for like 30 minutes.

Either buy something
or get out.

- I'll take a--

- What?
Hawaiian Punch slushie?

- Exactly.
A Hawaiian Slunch punchie.

* *

- You ever think about how
I might still be alive

if you never came home?

Food for thought.

* *

* *

[slurping]

* *

[gasps]

[dog whines]
[Brodie gasps]

* *

[chuckles]
Ooh, look at you.

You got some tricks.

You have a secret?

[chuckling]
Ooh.

- Okay, boo.
Let's leave the nice man alone.

- Have a great day.

* *

[slurping]

[dog barking distantly]

[indistinct chatter]

[glasses clinking]

[excited indistinct chatter]

- [moaning]

[eerie music]

* *

[distorted chatter
and laughter]

* *

[frantic percussive music]

* *

[distant sirens wailing]

[low growl]

[slithering]

[trash can clatters]

[low growling]

Hello?
[word echoes]

[low growling]

[bins clattering]

* *

[evil laughter]

* *

[footsteps echo]

[cheers and applause]

- [distorted] * No matter what
or who you've been *

* No matter when
or where you've seen *

* All the knives seem
to lacerate your brain *

* I've had my share *

* I'll help you
with the pain *

* You're not alone *

[dissonant shrieking]

- [screams]

[eerie music]

* *

[groans]

[sparse eerie music]

* *

What the fuck?
[knock at door]

* *

- Are you done?

- Ruthie.

What's going on?

- I want your cum.
- What?

* *

Oh, right.

[sloshing]

- Thanks, Brodie.
Seriously.

- Are we gonna be friends
after this?

- Is that what you really want?

* *

[electricity sizzles]

* *

- Ruthie, come back!

Fuck!

[dissonant sizzling]

[groans]

* *

[groans softly]

[groaning]
Fuck.

* *

[grunts]

- [laughs]
Yes, bitch!

Ugh!

It's like watching
a pimple popping video.

So gross.
Ew.

Okay, I sort of love it.
Keep going.

- [moaning]

- Go on.

* *

- [screams]

[ominous music]

[panting]

* *

[minimalistic choral music]

* *

[key clinking softly]

[key clanks]

* *

What the fuck?

[piano playing]

[piano playing badly]
Stop!

[discordant playing]

[playing "Maybe This Time"]

Huh?

* *

- Does he have sausages stuck
to his fingers?

[hand whips loudly]
No, seriously.

Someone explain this to me.

- Oh, give it a rest.
He's still learning.

- $200 a lesson.

I could have invested
in cryptocurrency.

- I like it.
It sounds original.

- You're right, Julian.

- You're a genius, son.

* *

- [chuckles]

[distorted]
In front of Brodie. Shameless.

* *

- That's my boy.
[chuckles]

[camera flash whining]

* *

This one's going
on the fridge.

- Do you want to take
one of me, too?

- Oh honey, I would,
but there isn't enough room.

It's a very small fridge.

* *

[magnet thumps loudly]

* *

[baby cooing]

Are you a little ticklish?

Yes, you are.

I know you are.
I know you are.

- Okay, can y'all be like
10% less psycho right now?

I'm on shrooms.

- Well, if you didn't
want the truth,

maybe you shouldn't have
come back.

That's a dead body.
That's a dead body.

- Did I...do this?

I want to stop now!

- We're gonna get
so shroomy boomy woomy.

We're gonna get
so shroomy woomy.

- Please!
- Okay, calm down.

- Stop doing this to me!

[ominous music]

- [chuckles]

You can't kill me
if you already killed me.

Catch-22, or double jeopardy.

Which one has Ashley Judd?

- Shut up. Shut up!

I didn't fucking kill you!

A crazy asshole killed you!
It wasn't my fault!

- Oh, you don't believe that.
- Yes, I do!

[words echoing]

[emotional music]

* *

[knife clangs]

* *

- I'm sorry
you're so fucked up.

* *

[weeping]

* *

[laughs]

[exhales deeply]
[upbeat music playing on PA]

[chuckles softly]

* *

- Uh, is he all right?
- [laughs]

- He's fine.

* *

- [chuckles]

[door opens and closes]

- Hi.
- Hi.

- I'm gone for just
a little bit

and you become
a drug dealer?

- [chuckles]

Um, no, this is--
I'm sending in my deposit.

For flight attendant school.
I got in.

- Julian, what?
Congratulations.

- Thanks.

- Do flight attendants
gotta do dishes?

- I don't know.

I'm kind of hopeless
in that department.

- Let me help.

So I did shrooms today.

- Okay.

- And there's something I want
to talk to you about,

but it's kind of hard.

Just know that I'm coming
from a place of love,

and wanting to communicate.

- Are you sure
you're not still on shrooms?

- Honestly, no.

But I was thinking about
when we were kids, you know,

and how Brenda would always
give you special attention.

- [scoffs softly]
No, she didn't.

I mean, maybe there was,
like, a little extra,

'cause of my CP, but, you know,

I had all those surgeries,
and the PT.

- Right.
That makes sense.

But you have to admit that
there was a baseline difference

in the way they would treat me
versus how they treated you.

- I don't know.

I guess I don't
really remember.

[sighs]
I can't do this right now.

- [sighs]

[softly]
Fuck.

Look, I'm just trying
to tell you

how I felt as a kid
being your brother.

- Which was?
- You were the star.

- No, Brodie.
That was you.

- Julian, everyone handled you
with kid gloves.

And even though I was younger,

I had to help you
with everything.

- Do you think I like

having people
hover over me all the time?

- I think part of you does.

Because it lets you be
the center of attention.

- That is not true.

You know what?

Even if it was,
could you blame me?

The second I walk out that
door, I'm fucking invisible.

Meanwhile, you walk around
with a spotlight on you

at all times,
that just says,

"Ooh, please come
have sex with me."

- Okay.

- Okay, just--
I need to go to bed.

- Julian,
I had to become Mr. Charming

because I thought it was the
only way someone would love me.

Like, I'm sorry,
but being the only adopted one

and being Black
in a white family, it's fucked.

- You're right.

I don't know what that
feels like, and I'm sorry.

- Thank you.

- But how do you think I feel,
as a disabled person,

and when Mom and Dad
adopted a kid right after me?

It's like,
was I not good enough?

Why did we need someone else?

Brodie, I cannot cosign this
epiphany you had while high,

that I'm just, like,
the root of all your trauma.

- That is not what I'm saying.

You're being so defensive
right now.

- I am not being defensive.
You're being a dick!

- I'm being a dick?

You know what?
I wasn't even gonna say it,

but it wasn't enough

that you sucked all the love
from our family,

but you had to go
and do it with Noah too, huh?

- What bothers you more,
Brodie?

That Noah fell
for someone else,

or that he fell
for someone like me?

We were fucking in front
of your face the entire time,

and you didn't even notice

because you couldn't even
imagine Noah being into me.

I mean, no one can, apparently.

- I didn't notice because
I never thought my own brother

would fuck me over like this.

- That is bullshit.

You don't see me at all,
do you?

You literally hired someone

to have sex with me
without my consent.

It's like, how do you think

that was supposed
to make me feel?

- I was trying to help you.
[scoffs]

Look, everyone's always
trying to help you, Julian.

By the way, have you got
Noah to shave for you yet,

or you still having Brenda
do that for you?

- Please leave.

- [laughs]
Wow.

First you steal my boyfriend,
then you steal my clothes?

What's next?

You want my passport,
Mr. Ripley?

- Oh, fuck off.

- Everyone just feels sorry
for you.

That's why they still treat you
like a little kid.

When we were younger,

I couldn't even play fight
with you

because you were too fragile.

- Well, I think
I can handle myself now.

I mean,
I did fuck your boyfriend,

who's in love with me.

What's wrong, Brodie?
Do you want to fight me?

[soft dramatic music]

Now, I know why you ignored me
so much growing up,

The mystery is finally solved.

You were just so mad
that you couldn't beat me up!

* *

Come on, Brodie!
Nothing's holding you back now!

* *

- Hey!

What the fuck?
Brodie, what did you do?

- What did I do?
He started it!

- What are you, five?

I think you need to leave.
Now!

[soft tense music]

- No, I got it.
I got it.

* *

[door opens]

[indistinct chatter on TV]

[gentle dramatic music]

[water dripping]

* *

[water dripping]

* *

- [sniffling]

[weeping]

- Babe, are you okay?

What happened?
What?

The babies all right?

- Yeah, they're fine.

Oh fuck, this is so annoying.
I can't stop fucking crying.

- Ruthie, just tell me
what's going on.

- What's going on is that
I am a shitty parent.

- Come on, babe.
You're fine.

You learning.

- You know, I really thought
something was wrong with me.

Like, postpartum, except
I didn't even carry them.

But then tonight,
Flo said their first word.

- [chuckling]
What?

Really?

[chuckles]
W--w--what was it?

- "Mama."
- Oh.

Flo called me Mama,
and it was like, fuck.

* *

[sniffles]

I thought I never wanted
to be a parent.

* *

But now I think I just
never wanted to be a dad.

* *

Fuck, I'm really making up
for lost time tonight.

[laughs]

- [chuckles]

* *

- Shar, I promise you,
from here on out...

* *

That I am going to show up
for our family.

* *

Okay?

I am going to be the best
goddamn mom to our kids.

* *

[phone buzzing]

* *

[discordant dramatic music]

* *

[thunder rumbles]

- Thank you.

[sighs]

[thunder rumbling]

* *

[piano playing softly]

* *

- Hey, Mom.

- What were you playing?
It was gorgeous.

- I should never come
back here.

Everything I touch...

turns to shit.

[weeping]

- [shushes]
It's okay.

* *

It's okay.

[emotional music]

* *

[thunder rumbling]

[upbeat percussive music]

* *