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Honey, I'm home.

Hi, honey.

Good day at the office?

The usual.

Say, what's for dinner?

I made your favorite, pot roast and apple pie.

you're the best.

Hey, how about a kiss?

Hey, Dad, I got my report card today.

And?

Here it is.

Princess, that's great.

Say, that's just great.

I guess this means she gets the shopping trip

you promised, right?

Well, a deal's a deal.

Right, Princess?

Right.

Why don't you sit down and read the paper?

Hey, Dad, are we still going on that fishing trip Saturday?

You know what, sport?

Better get that wrong reel ready.

The fish should really be biting up in Miller's Creek

this time of year.

Is Mom going?

Who's kiddo?

Who do you think's gonna clean those fish?

I heard that, you two.

Now stop clowning around and wash up for dinner.

That'd be what she says, sport.

We both won't deserve it, right?

Of course not.

What do you wear on your heart?

I don't know, I don't think.

Just leave me alone.

All we need is an order around here.

Order!

We are gonna keep this family together.

You had better believe it.

Wait a minute.

Why am I here?

Thank you, honey.

Stop it!

- Where do your thoughts take you?

- Rennie.

- Who's Rennie?

- My dog.

I got him when I was nine years old.

He was my best friend.

- He was your best friend, Miss Rennie?

- For a while.

- What happened?

- There was a...

An accident, kind of.

- Did Rennie do something bad?

Did you punish Rennie?

- No.

- Jerry.

Jerry.

I thought we said we were gonna start trusting each other.

- I know.

You're the only one I can trust.

- Smith.

Would you wait outside?

- Maybe you being new and all,

you're not up on the policy here, Doc.

I make policy now, so just leave, please.

Fuckin' Shrinks.

- Proceed to the dining area.

- So where do your thoughts take you, Joe?

- It's beautifully crafted.

- More than that.

It's much more.

- What's that?

- It answers your question

of why would a man murder one family

and then marry into another time and again.

- Wait, wait a minute.

Wait.

- Wait.

- See, Joe.

The eternal optimist believes that

he can fix whatever's broken.

So he just keeps on trying.

- Wait outside, Smith.

That is good.

That is very good.

This'll just take a minute.

- Yeah, yeah.

- Smith, you sleep in corner three on the way up.

Smith, Smith, you sleep again?

- Jesus Christ, we got an escape down here.

We got an escape toward R3.

- Hi there, need some help?

- Oh, geez, thanks a lot.

- Good.

- Okay, Gordon, you're in close to the crash area.

Connect search, Thunderbird 4, FAB, Thunderbird 2

from Thunderbird 4, commencing launch, stop, stop.

- Oh, boy, back home the wife never lets me

eat this kind of stuff, but sometimes you just gotta

stop and taste the good life, don't you?

- Yes, sir.

Thank you, Mr. Thomas.

- You betcha.

- Well, I believe you're safe now.

- Thanks to you.

I knew you'd come to my rescue.

- You know, I've been thinking, a man just isn't complete

without a wife, and well, when we get to--

- What do I look for in a man?

Whoosh, I look for a luxury automobile, trust fund,

platinum American Express card, intelligence,

sense of humor, four-carat rock.

I am with this gentleman that I've been seeing for a while

and things are progressing in a nice direction

in the relationship, and I am about to explain

that I use a diaphragm and--

- Of course, any man I date has to understand

that my career comes first.

I mean, I haven't worked all these years

just to throw that away on some guy.

- The search is intensifying in Washington

and throughout our very own northern Oregon

for that as could be for Puget Sound's mental hospital.

- Today on Greenhouse, our returning champions,

Susie and Keith Morgan, will make their second attempt

to win a dream house and prizes worth over $100,000.

And now, here's the man with the key

to your dream house, Mr. Bob Eubank.

- This is round one of Greenhouse.

You know, today and every day our couples are competing

for a fabulous room of furniture and a great dream house.

And Johnny Gilbert's about to tell us

about some of the houses offered by our family of builders.

Here they are, John.

- You could be moving to Palm Meadow Estates

in lovely Loma Linda.

That's right, Palm Meadow Estates,

just an hour's drive from downtown Los Angeles,

could be your home sweet home.

Family values and easy living will have you agreeing

that Palm Meadow Estates is where the American dream

becomes a reality.

Tree-lined streets welcome you to these tents of domesticity

where all areas of everyday life have been planned

down to the tiniest detail.

Schools, shopping centers, and houses of worship

for almost every faith make Palm Meadow

the ideal family spot.

And it's all yours, Heinz family.

Free and clear for winning on Dreamhouse.

- Thank you, John.

Okay, it's time to try it out for the winning combination.

Takes a three-number combination to open the golden doors.

First number's the seven.

- Excuse me, Dr. Clifford.

- Call me Jean, Miss Graylin.

- Well, actually, it's Mrs. Graylin.

- Oh, well, isn't Mr. Graylin the lucky one?

- Well, I suppose it's Miss Graylin.

Now, I just got a divorce.

The logs, they don't come out, look.

- No, it's gas.

See, all you need to do is turn this little valve

- Well, I'll be.

- Yes, it takes all the muss and fuss out of making a fire.

- Well, I guess I'm kind of old-fashioned that way.

Nothing like stoking a fire on a cold New England night.

- Oh, really, where?

- Well, my last practice was in Connecticut.

- Oh, well, that's a coincidence.

- Excuse me?

- Well, the owners of this house, the Fieldings,

they just moved to Connecticut.

Perhaps you have a few tips you can pass on to them.

- Did they say how long they were looking to lease for?

- Yes, they did.

- Two years with an option to buy at the end of the lease.

- Mm-hmm.

Where's the basement?

- There is no basement.

- I see.

- Is that a problem?

- Well, my last house had a basement workshop.

I like to work with my hands.

- Well, I can understand that.

You know, a lot of people around here use their garage.

Do you specialize in your practice, Gene?

- Family.

Family guidance types of problems.

I find that everything in life begins or ends

with the family, one way or another.

- Seems like a nice neighborhood.

- You couldn't ask for a better neighborhood.

I should know.

I live right over there.

- All by yourself?

- Actually, I have a son.

- Todd, what did I tell you about buying a skateboard?

Mouse.

- I didn't know you were home.

- No, I didn't say that it was okay to do it.

I'm not at home.

- Park it, mister.

Where are you going?

- To my room.

- I was hoping that you and I could have a little celebration.

16 inch pizza with the works.

- What are we celebrating?

- Your mother sold two houses and leased a third this week.

High five for Mom.

- That's great, Mom.

- And then I went down to Dell Pharmacy

and I bought up every last baseball card that they had.

There's got to be a Pedro Carrero in there someplace.

Right?

- The Dodgers trade E. Carrero.

- Hm.

- And prizes worth over $100,000.

And who in our audience will be their challengers?

Well, today...

And now, here's the man with the key to your dream house,

Mr. Bob Eubank.

- Don't run, don't run.

That would be brilliant.

Welcome to your dream house.

Why don't we do that?

Welcome.

- And of course, in all these sessions,

anything you're inclined to say, you're welcome to say.

Sally, why don't you start?

- On Sundays, we usually unplug the phone.

That way, Jake and me are left alone.

- Quality time between a husband and wife

is very important, Sally.

- Anyways, this last Sunday, being Jake's birthday and all,

he wanted something special with his present.

- And what was that?

- He wanted me to hum a song.

- Well, as they say, music soothes the savage beast.

- Not Jake.

It gets him all hot and bothered, especially show tunes.

- Show tunes?

- Yeah, this week I was supposed to learn cats.

I tried telling Jake I'd been running around all week,

what, with errands and planning the church social.

I didn't have time to learn the tunes.

- Well, couldn't you just buy him the record?

- It isn't the same, Dr. Clifford.

I gotta hum the songs.

- Well, I can't blame a man for taking pride

in his wife's voice.

- It isn't exactly my voice Jake's so interested in.

- What do you mean?

- Jake likes me to hum when I, you know.

- No, Sally, I'm afraid I don't.

- He likes me to hum when I,

when I kiss him down below.

- Do you know why he makes you do that?

- No, but if you hum a few bars I can fake it.

- Carol, you're very quiet.

- This is a, was all very new to me.

I'm not sure where to begin.

- No, begin at the beginning.

- My husband, Philip, he's a dentist.

- I thought you were divorced.

- Ran away with this 22 year old hygienist.

- Well, should we talk about the ones who stay,

like your husband?

- What about my husband?

- Well, he's a perv.

I should know, I deliver his mail.

You know, he subscribes to every stroke book

and porn mag under the sun.

- Ladies, please.

- I beg your pardon.

- It's true, I swear.

All of his magazines come in plain brown paper wrappers.

- Madeline, please.

- Matty, to my friend.

- Carol, you were saying?

- Phil left a little over a year ago.

I knew that it was coming.

So I've learned how to roll with the punches since then.

But Todd, that's my son.

It's really hit him hard.

- Then where do your thoughts take you?

- Well, what'd you think?

- Think of what?

- You know, Dr. G.

- It's just the first session, Matty.

- Oh, come on, Carol, this is Matty you're talking to.

I saw you getting the hands on treatment from the doctor.

He likes it.

- You are starting to imagine things again.

Well, personally, I wouldn't blame you for jumping his bones.

- Keep your voice down.

- What's the matter, are you afraid to start dating?

- No.

- Forgot how?

If it's meant to happen, it'll happen.

- I need some help.

- Hi. - Hi.

- You know, if you're not careful

and you back up over one of these,

you can say goodbye to your rear axle.

- If it wasn't for frozen dinners, I might never eat.

- Do you wanna know the secret to cooking?

- Yeah.

- You find someone else to do it.

- That was great.

- There's plenty of mushu pork left.

- Thanks, I'm full.

- Todd?

- Yeah, can I be excused?

- Well, don't you want your fortune, Cookie?

- No, you can have it.

- See ya, Slender.

He's a nice boy.

- Thank you.

Cookie?

- Thanks.

- Let a smile be your umbrella.

That's always good advice.

- So, when did you decide to be a shrink, excuse me,

a psychiatrist?

- When I was younger.

I realized that the family

was the heartbeat of this country,

and that sometimes when families have problems,

they need a helping hand.

- Todd.

- Excuse me, excuse me.

- I'm supposed to stop, right?

- Your mother would appreciate it.

Here, let me show you something first.

When you sidearm the ball,

you never know where it's gonna end up.

When you throw an overhand,

it's like pitching on a straight line.

Here, you try it.

That's it.

That's it, straight.

Just give us a minute here.

Wanna try it?

No, hit 'em like you mean it.

- Todd, be careful.

- Don't worry so much.

Boys will be boys.

I mean, I was.

- You were?

- Yeah, huh?

- He's in seventh heaven, Gene.

You really didn't have to.

- I wanted to.

Lean in, put your hand just behind his right shoulder.

Lean into him a little bit more.

One, two, three.

- Cheese.

- Home, sweet home.

- So anyway, after I took the Rorschachs

and the Wechsler-Deltaf reception scale,

I took this thematic intelligence test.

It was pretty bleak.

I mean, bottom of the curve.

You know? - Uh-huh.

- Beyond the bottom of the curve.

And I was really disappointed

because there aren't too many tests like that

that you can screw up, so.

- Well, maybe you'll do better next time.

- How?

- What?

- How am I gonna do better?

I mean, it's not like I was taking a math test or anything.

A person only has so much thematic intelligence, right?

I mean, perhaps if you take it in a better frame of mind.

- Sure.

Doctor?

- I'm sorry, ladies.

We're gonna have to cut this session short.

I'm feeling a little under the weather today.

Sorry.

- Hope you start feeling better.

- Thank you.

- Gee, I wonder what it would be like.

- I don't know, I think it'd be okay.

- I don't know.

- Uh, Doc, can I ask you something?

- Of course, Maddie.

- Did you hear anything that I said in there?

- Don't you worry, it's all in here.

- It's reassuring.

- Hi, Carol.

- Hello, Gene.

- How you doing?

- I'm fine, thank you.

- I was just wondering if Todd wanted to toss

the old pigskin around before dinner.

- Well, he's not home right now.

Tomorrow might be better.

- Carol, where are you keeping the coffee these days?

- I'm sorry, you have company.

- No, no, Dr. Gene Clifford, this is--

- Phil, Phil Graylin, Carol's husband.

- Oh, well, hi, Phil, pleased to meet you.

- I'll come see Todd tomorrow.

- I'm sorry that he wasn't in.

It was very nice of you to stop by.

Thank you.

- Dr. Gene, you there?

Dr. Clifford?

Dr. Clifford, I left something from before.

- Big room for daddy, huh?

Daddy's here, huh?

Every time I get something's going,

daddy, get it off!

Get it off my part!

- Hiya, Matty.

What are you doing here?

- I forgot my hat from the session,

and I tried buzzing the doorbell,

but I don't guess you heard me.

- No, I guess not.

Was there something else?

- No, no sir, just the hat.

I'll be going now.

- I'm not.

Sorry to bother you.

Thanks.

Phil left his girlfriend.

- Why is he here?

- He wants a second chance.

- Who wouldn't?

- It's not just for him though.

It's for Todd too.

- And what do you want?

- Oh, I don't know.

- Perhaps you deserve better?

- Perhaps.

It's just the great unknown that I'm afraid of.

I...

With Phil?

- I know what I'm getting.

- How about if I try to find out exactly what it is

you would be getting?

- What do you mean?

- Why don't you ask Phil to stop by

and have a chat with me tonight?

Couldn't hurt.

- Hi kiddo.

Hey, do a jump for me.

- I don't really feel like it.

- It's okay.

I'll come see you later.

Come on in, Phil.

- Hey, Doc.

- Well, I gotta tell you.

Carol thinks you're some kind of genius head-shrinker.

- You don't sound convinced.

- Dentists and psychiatrists.

I clean teeth.

You listen to sob stories.

It's not like we're dealing with life and death.

- If you don't have good teeth, you can't eat.

And you can't deal with your problems.

- Let's get something straight.

I'm only here for Carol's sake.

She wants you to check me out,

see if I'm for real this time.

Well, I am.

- I made a mistake, all right?

I screwed up royally.

Now that's over with, I'm ready to come back.

- Phil, when the tooth is dead, you pull it out.

You don't just hope it'll get better.

- What the hell are you talking about?

- Carol asked me to say what she couldn't.

- Oh yeah, what's that?

- She wants no part of you.

- I don't believe you.

- It's true, Phil.

- Thanks for the message, pal.

- She's gonna have to tell me to my face.

- Phil, wait. - Later.

- Phil, I made the whole thing up.

- What?

- It was a test, sort of.

- It was a test, sort of?

Man, are you for real?

- I'm sorry, I had to be sure of you for Carol's sake.

- I guess the rug makes us even, then.

- Yeah.

- So, does this mean Carol's interested?

- Oh yes, definitely.

- Carol, I think you're crazy.

- I can't believe it.

- You actually sent Phil to Dr. Jean's?

- Mm-hmm.

- Well, isn't that his specialty?

Family guidance.

- What are you laughing at?

- Which is worse, talking to that scummy husband of yours

or involving Dr. Strange?

- You're so fickle.

Two months ago, you were saying how much you like Jean.

- I said he was cute.

Now I'm saying he's weird.

Want a refill on that?

- Oh, sure.

- My parents got me a case of this stuff for my birthday.

I think it's great.

- Why do you think he's weird?

- I don't know, half the time it seems

he's on Mars or something.

- Think about this for a second, okay?

Here we are, we're pouring our hearts out

to some guy who no one knows tiddly about.

- To new beginnings.

Not gonna join me?

- No, don't let me stop you.

Anyway, I think it's time I cracked open this bottle.

Make room for Daddy, huh?

After a whole year?

Who do you think you are?

Huh?

- No!

- You're nothing, nobody, you hear me?

Who are you?

I want you gone!

Gone, gone, gone, gone, gone!

- Hello?

- Hello, Gene, it's Carol.

Am I interrupting you?

- We're just wrapping things up.

- Would you do me a favor, please?

Would you ask Phillip to call me

when he gets back to his hotel?

- Sure, I'll ask him.

- Thank you.

- Bye.

Carol wants you to call her.

- Come on, Phil.

Let's take a ride.

Hang on, Phil.

You okay?

- Shit about American, Phil.

- Gene?

- Todd.

- What happened with my dad?

- He left.

- No, I mean when he was here.

- We talked, that's all.

- About me?

- Come on inside.

- I was really mean to him.

I just didn't want to talk to him.

- I'm sure he understood.

Everyone's entitled to his own feelings.

- I just wanted to get back at him for leaving Mom and me.

Is he mad at me?

- No.

- Well, is he coming back?

- That's between your mom and your dad.

- God, I really should go get things off of him, didn't I?

- It doesn't have anything to do with you.

You know what I do when I'm in a funk like this?

I make the biggest bi-gum sandwich I can imagine.

Think fast.

- What was that song you were whistling before?

- A song my daddy used to sing.

- Hey, this is a two-man operation.

You get some plates, okay?

the whole thing.

- This morning, the hotel said that he'd already checked out.

What happened between the two of you last night?

- Last night, I saw through Phil and he knew that I did.

All he wanted was a hot meal and a warm bed for me,

nothing more.

- Oh, Jesus.

- I'm sorry, Carol.

- He didn't even say goodbye.

- It's hard to say goodbye.

Carol, I have a confession to make.

I lied to you.

- I don't understand.

- When I said that I was sorry about Phil,

I'm not.

- What is this?

Diddy treatment?

- No, no, no.

Carol, no.

- Gene, how do I know he won't come back again?

- Phil?

I don't think he'll come back this time.

"Ready?"

- Ready.

- Excuse me, everybody, could I have your attention

for a minute here, please?

I have a little announcement I'd like to make.

- You're having us all committed.

- No, but maybe you'll think that Carol should be committed

because she's agreed to become my wife.

So come on and have some champagne.

- Come help us celebrate.

- Carol, what exactly do you know about Gene?

- That I love him.

- Or his parents coming in?

- They're both deceased.

- What about his other relatives and friends and?

- No.

- Well, you know, that figures because the only thing

he gets are local bills and junk mail.

- You've been going through his mail.

- Carol, I don't think you know him well enough to marry him.

- Come on, Maddy.

- You don't even know if he's a real shrink.

- Maddy, it's crazy.

I've seen his notebook.

- Well, it gives you the right to look at that.

Who do you think you are?

- I'm your friend.

- If you're my friend, you'll respect my feelings.

And you'll stop this paranoid behavior, Maddy,

because if you don't, I have nothing else to say to you.

Carol, listen, Maddy, I mean it.

Okay?

- If I keep this up, I'm gonna have to take a cold shower.

- We could take a shower together, hmm?

- Do you think that would be the right thing to do?

- Why not?

- Carol, this is my first marriage.

I just want to do everything right.

Big wedding, followed by that special night.

- That's a Victorian jean, don't you think?

- Well, what's the matter with sticking with tradition?

- Nothing.

- I mean, if more people stuck with tradition,

there'd probably be a lot happier people

and a lot fewer divorces.

- Maybe you think I shouldn't wear a white gown either.

- No, no, no, that's not what I was saying.

- Jean, I think I better go home.

- Carol.

- Harrison High School, Portland, Oregon.

I knew it, I fucking knew it.

- Hello?

- Hiya, Maddy.

Wouldn't you be more comfortable talking in my office?

- Tell you the truth, Doc, no.

- Okay.

What's on your mind?

- Not too popular, are ya?

- What's that supposed to mean?

- Nobody likes to write to you.

You must have burned a lot of bridges in Connecticut.

- Have you been checking my mail, Maddy?

- I mean, you did say you were from Connecticut.

At least that's what you told Carol.

- Then I saw this.

Why'd you lie to her?

- Did I?

I told Carol my last practice was in Connecticut, yes.

This is from my high school telling me

about my 25th class reunion.

It's amazing how they can still find you

after all these years, isn't it?

- I'm very disappointed in you, Maddy.

Nobody likes to be spied on.

I'm gonna have to go to the post office

and put a stop to this.

- You were quite the basketball player in 1964.

According to your class newsletter,

and this was in there along with the invite,

Harrison High School Cougars,

1964 regional division champs.

They even got a picture of the team.

Funny thing is I see your name here, but I don't see you.

- Well, a man can change a lot in 25 years.

- Not this much, Gene.

- No.

No, not that much.

- I knew you weren't a psychiatrist.

The question is now, who the hell are you?

- I'm just someone who loves Carol.

- Let's see what she has to say about this.

- Maddy, wait, wait, please.

I never meant to hurt anybody, least of all Carol.

I know that you're her friend and she has a right to know,

but would you let me tell her?

- What are you gonna tell her, more lies?

- You have the evidence, you can be sure I'll do it.

I just think that she should hear it from me.

- When?

- Today.

Today.

- We got until five.

- Can you forgive a lifelong bachelor's premarital jitters?

- And Gene.

So beautiful.

- They're the first part of a very long apology.

- There's more?

- A lot more.

- What's wrong?

- There's something that you should know about my past.

There'll be plenty of time to talk later.

- Paul, what happened?

- One of my patients back in Connecticut heard voices

and one of them told him to do this to me.

- This is what you were afraid I'd find out.

- I must look like Frankenstein to you.

- No.

- Frankenstein was a monster.

You are the kindest man.

I've ever known.

- Damn.

- Where are you going?

- I'm gonna go take a shower.

- What are you gonna do that for?

You're just gonna get all sweaty again.

- Gene.

- You don't believe me.

- I'm going to send Todd to his grandmother's more often.

- Where the hell is she?

- Oh no, no...

- Just try to relax, breathe in.

If you don't struggle, this will be a lot easier.

That's it.

That's it, girl.

- Paris and I, class of 1964.

Where are they now?

- Who's there?

- Hi.

- Hi.

Gee, where have you been?

- Getting a refill.

- Hmm, come here.

Don't do that again, all right?

- Okay.

- Okay.

Very fancy.

- Where did you find wine at this hour of the night?

- I have my secrets.

- Hello?

- Hi.

What?

- And we only know, as I'm sure the Lord knew,

the pain her soul suffered.

- Why?

Why did Maddie kill herself?

It doesn't make any sense.

- Maddie was afraid.

She was afraid of being left alone.

She looked everywhere for her Mr. Right.

She just couldn't find him.

- Oh, Maddie.

- Jean?

Jean.

Sam.

I was just going to come over.

- I heard Cheryl pull up.

- There's a box right in here.

Sit down.

- Thanks, Cheryl.

Here's the spirits and the keys you left with me.

In case it was an emergency or something.

A lot of good I did with them.

- Sam, don't talk that way.

- I'm gonna miss her.

- We all are.

- Excuse me, Sam.

This is Jean, my fiance.

- Hi, Sam.

- Hello.

Maddie must have been mighty upset

with that guy to do what she did.

- What guy?

- Well, I don't know, she had a lot of boyfriends,

but I never heard any of them leave

in the middle of the night before.

- You heard someone leave her house the night she died.

- I heard someone walking from her backyard across mine.

Someone whistling.

- Whistling?

- Yeah, some song I ain't heard in a long time.

- It was probably just some kid taking a shortcut

through the old guy's yard.

- What kid do you know who whistles a song

like Camp Town Racing?

- How would I know?

- Don't you see, Jean?

Someone might have been here the night Maddie died.

Someone who knows what really happened.

- What do you think happened, sweetheart?

- All right, I know, but I want to know why.

- Carol, people die, life goes on.

We have a lot to do, you have a wedding to plan.

- Jean, I just don't know if I'm up to that right now.

- I just don't see why we have to call off the wedding.

- We're not calling it off, we're just postponing it.

- What about all the plans we made?

- You know, you behave as if nothing's happened.

My best friend just died, Jean,

and I just can't start worrying about wedding arrangements.

- So instead of getting married,

do you want to spend your time grieving?

- Yes, no.

I don't know, oh God, maybe if I'd been there

when Maddie needed me, maybe not--

- Sir, maybe you could have helped Maddie.

Maybe Maddie did need you.

You don't know that that would have changed things.

What I know is that I need you.

I'm sorry, I don't mean to push you.

I, uh, I'm just afraid.

I'm afraid of losing you, I...

We don't have to have a big church deal.

The wedding's not important.

- It's not.

- No, the marriage is.

Having a family that cares about one another,

that's what matters.

We can just go to a justice of the peace.

I love you.

- I love you too, Jean.

We'll do like we planned.

The flowers, church.

The whole nine yards.

- Hi.

- Mom, you look really cool.

- Thank you.

You like it?

- Yeah.

- Honey, have you seen my veil?

- No.

All this came for you.

- Oh.

- This is for Maddie's mother and father.

They sent her a case of this for her birthday.

Thank you.

- Now, what happened to your tie?

- I've never worn one of these things before.

I just can't get it.

- Now, why don't you go cross the hole

and have Jean look at it, okay?

- Okay.

- What'd you do down here, slugger?

Boop.

You still got the ring?

- Hey, right here.

- You know, if the best man loses the ring,

there can't be a wedding, so I'm dependent on you.

- Hey, no prob.

- Okay.

- Todd, come in here.

- Where did you learn that?

- What?

I don't know, I can't remember.

Come here.

- Jean taught me.

Why?

- Get outside.

- It's gonna be late for your own wedding

if you don't hurry up.

- Jean, there's something that I have to ask you.

- Go ahead, sweetheart.

- The first night that we were together,

you came back with a bottle of wine like this.

Where did you get it?

- I don't remember, why?

- This is the same wine that Matty had.

- So what?

What's this all about?

- Answer the question, where did you get it?

- What's the difference?

- The difference is that you taught my son

the same fucking song that Sam heard

the night that Matty died, that's the difference.

Now answer the question, where did you get the wine?

- What do I have to do?

Why is this so hard?

Haven't I said that I love you?

Haven't I been like a father to that boy?

I even had sex with you for God's sake.

I even had sex with you for God's sake!

You will never find a better family man than me, pumpkin.

Not in this lifetime.

Oh no, you can't just walk away from me.

- No, not ever.

- Stop!

- Jean?

- Help!

- I'll be back.

- Let me out!

- God!

- Mom?

I'm down here!

Help!

Help me!

- She's coming for the wine toast.

- God!

- Damn!

- Don't worry, pumpkin.

I think we can work this out.

- I just want to stay scared of you!

I just wanted to take care of you.

- No.

No, no, no!

Leave her alone!

- You wouldn't hit me again, would you, slugger?

- God!

- Todd?

Todd?

Are you all right?

- I'm okay, mom.

I'm okay.

- Shh, shh, shh....

- Captain, is everything all right?

- It's gonna be okay.

- Shh, shh.

Till death.

- Yeah, it'll be all right.

It'll be all right.

It'll be all right.

- All right, mom.

Throw me another good one, come on.

All right, right here, right here.

Come on, throw it a little harder.

Right here.

Get it.

- Oh, come on.

- I can get you.

- Tackle, tackle, tackle.

- Let's go home, honey.

- Let's go home.