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Thank you for this, but stay the fuck away from my house.

- I mean it. - Yeah, I heard you.

You fucked yourself, and you fucked me

because if they can't replace me, they can't promote me!

It was the voices, that killed Ollie.

I tried so hard to hear them,

but Ollie said that they knew that I was listening,

- and so they'd whisper. - Mom?

Fuck.

You burned a woman doing a dye job

because you were shit-faced.

The woman sued. Jaime almost lost the shop.

But I'm sober now.

Good for you, Deb.

Ta-da!

- I figured you might want a drink. - Why?

Wean you off the stuff.

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♪ The wind turns like a dagger ♪

♪ The rain falls like a hammer ♪

♪ The sky has grown dark ♪

♪ But it's not too late ♪

♪ The weather crashes down ♪

♪ What's lost cannot be found ♪

♪ The night is closing ♪

♪ But it's not too late ♪

♪ It's not too late ♪

♪ It's not too late ♪

♪ The atmosphere is lethal ♪

♪ But I will fear no evil ♪

♪ You got some nerve ♪

♪ Coming here ♪

♪ You got some nerve ♪

♪ Coming here ♪

♪ You stole it all ♪

♪ Give it back ♪

♪ You stole it all ♪

♪ Give it back ♪

♪ Good morning ♪

♪ Mr. Magpie ♪

♪ How are we today? ♪

They took her body to, um, Silver's...

- Right. - ...Funeral Home.

Do you know it?

Yeah, my next-door neighbor used to run it.

Her son still does, I think.

Well, they'll see you right.

Uh, do you know anyone who can cater the after-funeral?

Milligan's is pretty good.

Milligan's it is.

Olivia's.

Right.

It's grand stuff.

Brilliant. Thank you.

That's good.

Thanks.

That's great stuff.

Republican and Democratic leaders in the White House...

Time to eat some shit.

Jerome?

Jerome?

A word... A word, perhaps?

I was a bit of a dick.

Look, I could've handled things better.

Your father was worried. I was worried, okay?

There's a limit to the ass I'll kiss.

- I've no gift for puckering. - You were a prick.

You could have just asked me to back off,

but you got mean and showed me zero respect.

I'm dealing with a dangerous fella, Jerome.

I need you to steer clear

of even the appearance of working with me.

So then, by all means, allow me to steer clear.

I'm sorry. There was a "but"?

But I don't know fuck-all about computers, as you well know,

and I need to get into one that's password-protected.

Well, shit.

Someone in that position should definitely reconsider

their puckering stance, then.

- I fucking apologized. - No, you didn't.

I-I said I was an asshole.

No, you said you were a "bit of a dick."

Well, I admitted that I could have handled it better.

All right. I'm sorry. I didn't show you respect.

You deserved it. I didn't give it to you.

I'd throw meself down in front of your feet there,

only there's a fence in the way.

For fuck's sake, I'd look stupid.

Shit, Nubian, I can work with that.

- So, whose laptop? - Olivia Trelawney's.

- Lady who owned the Mercedes? - Yup.

Well, I mean, do you know enough about her personal life

- to help me crack that password? - Ah, I do not.

But I might know someone who does.

Go ahead. Finish Ida's lawn. I'll see you in a bit.

Bye, Mom. Off to work.

Have a great day.

Open the door.

That is my workspace. No fucking way.

Here it is.

What is it?

If Robi said you have Saturday off,

he has no idea what he's talk...

Brady. Hey, Brady.

You can't go back there.

Why?

Here. Come here.

The, um, D.M. stopped by for a little surprise visit.

He's back there with Robi.

So, what's up?

Dude, I have no fucking idea.

But they called a whole company meeting

in about half-hour from now.

You're working on Sunday. You know that, right?

♪ No ♪

♪ Here comes the pain ♪

Ah, well, well, well.

Look who finally decided to show up.

It's not even five after.

He's too easy, this one. Hey.

Holly, this is Jerome You don't have to laugh at his jokes.

Jerome, this is Holly.

It's a pleasure to meet you, Holly.

- Go ahead. - Okay.

Now...

...it's all you, my man. Time to shine.

I'll shine so bright you're gonna need Ray-Bans, man.

Excuse me, Jerome?

I was just wondering if it would still be a pleasure

for you to meet me, but this time with your left hand?

Oh.

- Pleasure to meet you, Holly. - Thank you.

Hey, what do you say we break into this computer

and show the old man how it's done, yeah?

I guess.

Oh.

Olivia left the password hint blank.

Probably didn't even know that was an option.

So, what do we do?

Well, this, my friends,

can crack any password there is.

It uses a program called "Dictionary,"

and what it is, is you set it into the computer...

Hang on. Is... Is this thing legal?

Is anything we're doing here legal?

Excuse me? I have a question.

Yeah, hold on. Let me just set this up real quick.

I was just wondering if maybe you knew

that you were about to destroy everything.

Uh, I'm sorry?

Well, Apple's been onto DPCs for a while now,

so if you even try to run Dictionary,

you'll wipe out the entire hard drive.

So if what you're looking to do is break in through an unknown exploit,

we should just create a new Admin Account

by opening up Terminal in Recovery Mode.

Do you think that maybe they have chocolate milk here?

Um...

Dolly? Can we get a chocolate milk?

Coming right up.

Thank you.

Janey's calling you.

Yeah, I'll just... I'll just take this real quick.

Hiya.

Yeah. Everything okay?

No, no, no, we don't need to bring two cars.

How 'bout I swing 'round about 15, 20 minutes?

Thanks for that.

Uh, Jerome,

think you'd be able to drop Holly off on your way home?

Y-You're leaving now?

Well, Janey needs my help.

You guys, I can't help you with anything there, so...

I mean, I can drop you on the way if you need it.

But since you saved me just now,

I'm pretty sure I can't crack this code without you, so...

I mean, do you mind sticking around long enough to help?

I think that's probably a very good idea, yes.

Yeah, me too.

All right. Great.

Well, here. That should cover it.

Well, Jerome and I have lots of work to do,

so you can go be with Janey now if you want.

Okay.

Hey, mad gratitude.

Uh, you mind if I slide around next to you there?

Sure.

Awesome. Cool.

So... Trying to figure this out.

Here's your chocolate milk.

- Thank you. - You're welcome.

Give me just one moment.

- Mmm, that's good. - Yeah.

- They all here? - Yeah.

No, you sit with them, please.

You know what "plan" is?

Not a plan.

Plan.

"Plan" is the projected earnings

that a manager has to achieve every year

if he wants to contribute to keeping this company solvent.

Plan is 6% beyond what was made the previous year.

That's it. That's all there is to it.

He's not making plan.

He's making 5%, not 6%.

You know what's keeping him from making 6%?

Losers.

World's real simple... It's made of winners and you.

Now, you might assume that I feel sorry

for you and your "disadvantages"...

whatever the fuck they are.

I don't.

You don't work hard, you don't believe in shit,

and you never pull together for the greater good.

You whine and make sarcastic comments,

but when it comes time to get paid,

you're always there sticking your hands out.

So how about you all go find a job somewhere else?

Oh, that's right.

There is nowhere else.

We cut you loose,

and you're three missed paychecks away

from 70-hour workweeks and a meth habit

doing day labor at Cartman Grains.

So, should I care?

Do you pay my bills?

Feed my kids? Keep my heat on in February?

No. So fuck you and your bills and your kids.

You can sit in the dark and starve.

Or you can step up and accept who your Daddy is.

You better get it through your heads right fucking here

and right fucking now,

or you can stay home tomorrow and forevermore.

Now, this 1% that he's short right now?

That's coming out of your hides. Not his.

He's a good man.

Limited, sure, but good.

No, to make up this 1%,

we have to go full-on fucking Mayan.

The gods demand a sacrifice.

That gonna be you?

You?

You?

Nah, you're the best tech guy we got,

and your customer-satisfaction ratings are...

God knows why... stellar.

So...

who's it gonna be?

Clean out your locker, DeGeneres. We're parting ways.

What are you t... Are you kidding me?

Brady.

Are you fucking kidding me?

What, security?

Dude, get your hands off me!

Robi!

- Robi! - We're five steps ahead of you.

And we are fucking into it.

Oh, wow.

Get your fucking hands off me!

Are you kidding me? You don't even know what I do here!

What the fuck? Robi!

Really?

Back to work, ladies.

All right. Uh, let's get on the floor. Come on.

That's wrong, man.

Come on.

Come in. Ms. Patterson?

- Yes. - Timothy Silver.

- Hi, Tim. - Good to see you, Bill.

Hello, Bill.

Ida. This is Janelle Patterson.

Janelle. I'm sorry for your loss.

Thank you. Call me Janey, please.

Janey, then.

Why don't we head to the parlor so we can talk?

And her date of birth?

August 4, 1929.

She lived a good long life.

She did. Sh... Yeah, she did.

So, the service is at Immaculate Heart at 9:00.

Burial at Cedar Grove.

You said Father Ahern will preside over both.

He's a good man, Jack Ahern. Very sensitive.

That's good to hear.

Thank you.

Is there a restroom?

Just down by the stairs to your right.

We'll do right by her, Bill.

I know you will, Tim. Thanks.

Well, she's quite lovely, isn't she?

Very easy on the eyes.

Did you find your mom?

I did, yeah.

Glad things worked out for you.

You see Lou after?

No. She was already gone.

Brady.

This time yesterday,

I thought I'd be in the upper-management track by now.

Lou thought she'd have a job.

Now I'm going nowhere. Or worse.

And Lou's applying for unemployment.

You, though?

You come out smelling like a rose.

Yeah.

Yeah, that happens to me sometimes.

The other night?

I went to Shop 'n Save

'cause I wanted a Pepperoni Pizza Hot Pocket.

Go to the frozen food locker, and they're out.

They got Steak and Cheddar.

They got Meatballs and Mozzarella.

No pepperoni. I'm like, "Fuck!"

You know?

But just as I'm leaving?

Out comes the stock girl

with a stack of Pepperoni Pizza Hot Pockets!

I'm like, "Man!"

You know?

I buy four.

Go home just so, you know,

tickled.

I will pick myself up.

I will focus, I will envision, and I will actualize.

I will be a district manager someday.

And a few years later, I'll be a helluva lot bigger than that.

But you'll always be you, Brady.

And what could be fucking lamer than that?

I'm almost...

Done.

Uh...

Damn.

- We're in! - Yep.

- High. - Oh.

Sessions.

Yeah. I was just reading that, too.

Does that mean anything to you?

No, but it definitely meant something to Ollie

because it's the only file on her entire desktop

that's not organized into a folder,

and Ollie did not leave things lying around for no reason.

Well, aren't you curious as to what's in it?

If what's actually in it is what I think is in it,

then I'm very curious, yes.

So I say we open it.

Just to see what's inside, I mean. Then get out.

It's not that big of a deal, right?

Okay.

What the hell?

Encryptions?

Ollie definitely did not know how to encrypt files.

Okay. Well, if she didn't, then someone did.

Okay. We just have to figure out another way in.

Mm.

Okay. Yeah, no. I already placed the order.

Yeah.

Look, let me get a quick shower.

I'll come over, and we can go through the rest of the details.

But we got this, okay?

No, nothing's slipping through the cracks.

You just concentrate on the eulogy.

That's plenty right now.

Yeah. Uh, write down the things you liked about her best.

It's probably what everyone else liked about her, too.

Yeah. All right. See you in a bit.

What's the first thing you think of

when you think about her?

Her poise.

Well, write that down.

I did.

Mm-hmm.

And I wrote that she attended Pitt College

on a full scholarship, which is where she met my father.

And then they moved here, where he set up his practice

and she taught at community college,

and blah-blah blah-blah blah-blah.

What did you like about her?

I don't know.

- What do you mean, you don't know? - I-I don't know.

My... My mother wasn't an emotional exhibitionist.

She kept herself to herself,

as they say.

She was never really mean that I remember.

- I wouldn't write that down. - W...

She wasn't really particularly warm, either,

unless she'd had too many glasses of...

Pinot.

I don't know.

What was your relationship like with your mother?

Not bad.

Did you know her?

I did know her, yes. She was my mother.

Did you know her?

Not really, I guess.

That generation.

Exactly.

That generation didn't talk about their feelings.

They didn't treat a cup of coffee

as an invitation to a confessional.

They sure as shit didn't engage with their children.

My mother was nice, okay.

She... She was full of grace and... poi...

She... knew a lot about European history.

And she... she liked card games and...

W.H. Auden.

She liked veal scallopini and, um...

"Jeopardy!"

Okay. Write that down.

Sh... She liked riding her bicycle...

well, before she got her hip replaced.

- There you go. - But that's not the person.

That's... That's what the person did.

We are what we do.

Oh, thank you, Aristotle.

Are we?

Is it possible that I didn't really know my own mother?

You knew as much as any of us can about anybody else.

Mm.

You're amused.

I thought you burned all of my old journals.

I kept one to remember who you were before you changed.

And who was I?

What are these plastic tubes?

I use them for a lot of different projects.

You know, computer stuff, electronics stuff.

It's easier to buy in bulk.

How could you use this in a computer?

Little tiny sections of it.

Wouldn't it burn? Melt?

- No. - But in electronics...

- Do you know a lot about electronics? - I know a bit about electricity.

Pillow talk between you and Dad?

What else could this be used for?

I don't know. What else could this be used for?

- That's what I'm asking. - That's what I'm asking.

- Brady. - Mom.

What could this be used for?

Why was this in your closet?

Why were you in my closet?

- Do you go in there a lot? - I never go in there.

- Except you do. - No, today I did.

- Oh, today. - But never before.

Not in years.

Sure.

- Brady. - Mommy?

- Brady. - I know my fucking name!

Why do you have this mask?

Why do you think it's okay to violate my privacy?

Why do you have this mask?

Because, you know, I've long dreamed of joining the circus.

The smell of peanuts and elephant dung and chimpanzee sweat,

boy, that's the life for me.

You know, perhaps I'll find me a missus...

oh, a Russian trapeze artist or a kindly bearded lady,

and we'll produce a warm-hearted brood of bearded children.

And great gosh almighty,

we'll live out our days traversing the land with our circus,

dispensing joy and good cheer

on town upon grateful town.

And all will be right as the rain.

A-yup!

You're not gonna tell me about the mask?

But I just did.

Fair enough.

I shouldn't have snooped in your room.

I would not recommend doing so again, no.

It's funny to you.

A little, yeah.

I was such a dramatic child back then.

What did this mean again?

You know what it meant.

Refresh me.

"Die, Motherfuckers, Die."

They wanted me to commit you, Brady, to send you away.

- You couldn't afford it. - I loved you.

That's why all Americans

deserve proper health coverage, y'all.

I didn't commit you because you told me you could change.

Because you couldn't afford it!

Because you told me you could change.

- And I did. - Did you?

That's 10 years old. I have a good job now.

I have a good life.

- Did you? - I did. I certainly did.

Don't you think I did?

I don't know.

Clearly not, if you're snooping around my room.

This isn't about that anymore.

But it kind of is.

This is about...

Look at me.

Look at me.

What do you want to know, Mommy?

Just ask.

Now's the time. Here I am, right in front of you.

What do you want to know?

Have you changed?

From the soles of my shoes...

to the crown of my head.

When were you going to wake me?

When the eggs were done.

Morning.

Morning.

You okay?

You're a god.

That's right.

I couldn't find any juice.

I'm not really... a juice girl.

Ahh, I'm not really a juice guy.

Fuck juice.

What'd juice ever do for anybody?

Um...

listen, I was thinking.

Uh-huh.

Maybe after the funeral and everything,

I could take you away somewhere.

Just to let you catch your breath,

get a chance to grieve properly.

I'm going back to California.

- When? - As soon as possible.

A few days, maybe.

Yeah?

Lovely, yeah.

Sure, that makes sense

if that's what you've got to do.

I-I still want you to stay on the case.

I still want to receive reports and...

Yeah, of course.

Right.

I mean...

not that it's not...

Not?

I mean, of course, I...

If I stay, I'll fall in love.

And... And I'm...

I'm past that. That was another girl,

another life.

Do you not want that girl back?

That girl got so lost...

that she allowed, even welcomed,

a lot of abuse from someone who made her wonder

if she was worthy of being loved or... or even liked.

Made her wonder some nights if the

world would be a... a better place without her on it.

I-I don't ever want to see that fucking girl again.

Ta-da.

Thank you.

You're welcome.

For none of us liveth to himself,

and no man dieth to himself.

For if we live, we live unto the Lord,

and if we die, we die unto the Lord.

Therefore, we will not fear,

though the Earth be moved

and though the hills be carried into the sea.

Before the mountains were brought forth

or ever the Earth and world were made,

Thou art God from everlasting,

and world without end.

For a thousand years in Thy sight

are but as yesterday when it has passed,

and as a watch in the night.

For we consume away in Thy displeasure

and are afraid at Thy wrathful indignation.

Thou hast set our misdeeds before Thee,

and our secret sins in the light of Thy countenance.

So teach us to number our days,

that we may apply our hearts unto wisdom.

Amen.

Amen.

And now, Elizabeth's daughter, Janelle,

would like to say a few words about her mother.

You okay?

- It's all right. - Oh!

- Okay. - Yeah. Sorry.

It's all right. Sit down here.

Nice and easy, okay? I got you.

- I'm sorry. - It's okay. It's all right.

Poor thing.

Sorry.

I told you to eat the oatmeal this morning,

but you turned your nose up at it.

- And now look. - I'm fine.

- I think she's going to be okay. - No, I'm fine.

Because it's all about you again.

Even at your aunt's funeral, it's now all about you.

- Charlotte. - I just can't.

Can I ride home with you?

Well, I don't know. Uh...

Why not?

I think that's just a splendid idea.

Ahh.

Damn, I think that kinda worked out okay.

I know.

Did you do that on purpose?

- Did you? - No.

How are you feeling?

- I'm feeling a little better. - Yeah?

Yeah, a little.

Just take a minute. Here, I'll grab the car.

No, that's okay. I'll do it.

The caterer.

- Just... - Yeah?

tell him we're on the way...

Aw, Jesus. Let me talk to him.

Give it!

Is your mom always so much fun?

Get back in the church!

My mother believed in life after death,

but she didn't believe in time after death.

Time, she felt, was a human construct.

In Heaven, there was no before, no after,

no waiting, no... no clocks.

We're already there, she'd say,

and all those who came before us

and all those who haven't been born yet.

I asked her once,

"What does this Heaven look like?"

And she said, "Willow Lake."

Willow Lake, it's in the Berkshires.

It's an hour from where my mother grew up,

and her family would ski there and summer there.

The house had wide plank floors the color of honey and...

the shingles weathered so gray they were almost white.

In a winter squall, the place would seem to disappear.

My sister and I went there a few times

as little girls, and the house smelled like afghans and...

wet sand,

musty window screens...

...a roast in the oven.

And my mother's there now...

afghan covering her legs,

fire going.

And my...

father's there...

and my sister and all our ancestors.

And I'm there.

Yep.

All of you come to visit...

from time to time.

My mother would like that.

My mother does like that.

She said to me once,

"It's all a beautiful accident, Janey,

who we meet, who we love,

who we're loved by.

And t-this life, it's our dream and it's God's dream, too.

And then...

we wake up."

My mother's awake now.

She has the softest smile on her face.

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