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What's with all the boxes?

Some guys from the prison
left these for Hope.

It's stuff that was in
Lucy's cell

before they had to put her down.

Can we start saying
"execute" again?

I thought "put her down"
would sound nicer for the baby,

but it's still feeling like
she died at the pound.

I thought "barbecued her"

was a smart way
to lighten it up,

but no one wanted to try that.

Hmm.

Hope, your mommy's
not here

'cause the governor
had her barbecued.

Ah, it's close.

There's pros and cons.

It's a tough nut to crack.

Whoo, how badass is this?

A zip gun made out of tampon,
cardboard and rubber bands. Pow.

Hey, all of this
belongs to Hope.

Does anyone know how long
it's gonna be

before we get to Havana?

I'm starting to get
a little seasick.

Look, Maw Maw,
bubble wrap.

Ooh. Oh!

Whoa, check out these videos.

"To my baby girl,

"watch these tapes so you'll
always know your mommy

in case they send me off
to the electric bye-bye chair."

BOTH:
"The electric bye-bye chair."

Close.
I don't know.

Not a fan.
It's a tough nut to crack.

My beautiful beloved daughter,
if you're watching this,

it's because I'm no longer
with you.

But I doubt they'll pull
the switch

since they'll never find
where I put all the bodies.

FYI, don't dig too deep
in the sandbox

at Paulson's Park.

But if I am taken from you,
I wanted you

to have a few nuggets
of my wisdom.

Do you not see
that I'm making a movie

for my unborn fetus here?!

Shut up!

That's wisdom nugget number one:

"Always be considerate
of others."

I want you to understand
the importance of books.

In here, a book saved my life.

I used this to stab Tanya.

Tanya tried to take my oatmeal.

Oatmeal is so good for you.

The best way to a man's heart
is through his stomach.

So push your blade in and up
for a definite kill.

I've seen enough.

I still can't believe
you hit something

that hot, Jimmy.

We need to burn these
and not just anywhere.

I think we should burn them
in a church.

Hey. We can't
destroy those.

That's all Hope
has left of her mother.

I'm not so sure
that's true.

Nah. Jelly beans.

Jimmy,
sometimes you have

to protect
your child

from the truth.

I'm not lying to Hope.

Well, you're a parent now.
You have to lie.

It's part of the job.

Wait, did you guys lie to me?

She did. Not me.

I do not practice "deceitery."

What about,
"I know what I'm doing.

You won't get pregnant"?

I believed it at the time.

What did you lie
to me about, Mom?

It doesn't matter.

They were...
dumb little nothings.

Like when Rexie died,

he didn't really go to a farm

to hunt rabbits with
Stone Cold Steve Austin's dogs.

And the reason you
shouldn't pick your butt

is not because
there's an eel living in there

and he might
bite your finger off.

It's just because
you shouldn't pick your butt.

I forgot about that one.

I noticed.

And you're not really
allergic to fruit.

What?

That was a lie that got
a little out of hand.

When you were little,

you really liked fruit.

And every time we had any
in the house,

you'd just gobble it all up

before any of us had
a chance to have any.

So I told you

you were allergic to it,
and you stopped.

So basically, I spent my
whole life getting punked?

She lied to you, not me.

I've always been very strict
about telling you the truth.

But you never told me the truth.

Because I promised
I'd keep her secrets.

I'm also very strict
about keeping secrets.

As you can see,

it's been my own private hell.

Private hell!

This is all so messed up.

And that's
exactly why

I'm not destroying Lucy's tapes.

I'm learning the truth now,
and one day, Hope will, too.

Do not compare
me to Lucy.

Those videotapes are
way more disturbing

than anything
I ever did.

Oh, I'm pretty disturbed.

I am sorry, Jimmy,

but this is one of
those horrible secrets

a parent can never
tell their kids.

Wait. Is there some bigger
secret you're not telling me?

Nope.

Oh, there is.
There is.

What is it?

I'm not telling you.
That's the point.

Weren't you
listening just now?

Well, just tell me.
I can handle it.

Please. You just got
freaked out over fruit.

I'm not telling
you squat.

I don't...

It's been a private hell.

Private hell!

Oh, I can't believe

I've been missing out
on this my whole life.

Fruit is delicious.

Oh, by the way,
I'll pay for this later.

I'm saving the pits
so I know what I ate.

Oh, good. Yeah. 'Cause
I was super concerned.

And get this.

Apparently,
there's some other bigger secret

she says I can't even handle.

Really?

She wouldn't tell
you what it is?

Nope.

Well, you got to find out.

I mean, what if you were born
with both male and female parts,

but they sewed up
the female parts?

Oh, my God.
I figured it out.

I think I'm gonna do
a little more research.

I don't feel right
about this, Jimmy.

Come on, Just a few more.
You're not telling me.

You're just
answering questions.

Uh, Is our family
really 1/16 Pequot Indian?

That one is true.

When I was four, did I really
choke on a potato chip

and when I coughed it up,
it had Jesus' face on it?

I thought it looked more
like Kris Kristofferson,

but yes, that one is true.

Is it true that I had a twin
that I killed in the womb?

That one's unclear.

Is my grandmother,

mom's mom,

really a missionary in Africa
who helps sick kids?

Nice, Burt.

He guessed it.
I didn't say anything.

Fine. It's
about my mother,

but we're not
telling you

what happened,
so you're up a creek.

JIMMY:
And then I realized

who I could get to tell me

my mother's secret.

Maw Maw.

She's my mom's
mother's mother,

so she knows my grandmother.

See, I made you
this chart.

This is you.
That's me.

That's Mom, and that's
Mom's mom Louise

who didn't really die
as a missionary.

This one,

Maw Maw, can tell
us what happened.

There's a catch.
She's bananas.

Which, by the way,
are amazing.

The best way to talk to Maw Maw
when she's lucid

is to wake her
out of a deep sleep.

Who the hell are you?

And where's the gun
I keep under my pillow?

I'm your great-grandson,

and we had to take that
away from you.

You're my great grandson?

But you're fully grown.

That must make me...

Oh, dear God.

Listen, while you're lucid,

I got to talk to you
about something.

Unfortunately, once she's up,

she's only reasonable
for a short time

then she goes back
to being crazy.

Porter, why the hell
has this train stopped?

It takes some trial and error.

Thing is, you can't try
waking her up again

until you find a way
to soothe her back to sleep.

So this is Mom,
and this is you.

So the question
is about this one here.

The map looks good,

but once we get
down in the bunker,

which one of us
kills Hitler?

But eventually,

if you're fast,

you can almost always get
what you need out of her.

That's you. That's me.
That's my mom.

That's her mom...

Who is my daughter Louise.

Right, right, right.

That's your daughter
Louise. Fantastic.

So all I need for the final
piece of this puzzle

is for you to tell me
what happened to her.

Your mother lied to you
for a reason.

Stop digging around.

I'm telling you, Hope,
we've got a situation here.

Your grandma wants
to hide your mom's stuff.

Your Boy Scout of a father wants
everything out in the open.

Of course I'm stuck in
the middle like a third nipple.

And on top of it all,

we're talking about
your mom's dying wish.

What if-what if they
throw all this stuff away,

and you never get
a chance to see it?

Oh.

You'll never get to see

these serial killer
trading cards.

Bundy, DeSalvo, Dahmer.

All the great ones are here.

You'll never see this
stack of magazines

with everybody's
eyes cut out.

And look.

She made a voodoo doll
of the warden.

Or Al Roker. I don't know.

I can see why
she'd be mad at both.

Roker bugs me, too.

Thinks he's better
than everybody

'cause he lost weight and
knows when it's going to rain.

Here.

Your mama wanted
you to have this.

You sleep tight with that.

But not so tight
you snap his neck.

People need to know when
to bring an umbrella.

SABRINA:
It's called a star fruit.

We were out of stock

when you went on your
fruit binge the other day.

Oh, my God. This is delicious.

Usually you don't eat
the sticker,

but you seem to be on
kind of a roll, so...

Oh, hey. I found out
my big family secret

has something to do
with my dead grandmother.

Really? Maybe
she's royalty.

Or a spy.

Maybe she's the
"Where's the beef?" lady.

You kind of look like her.

Oh, ask me where the beef is.

Um, I don't think
that's it.

And no one's telling me
anything, so I'm stuck.

Oh, come on. You're
not a giver-upper.

Yesterday, you chased
a grape underneath

a pile of shopping carts
and fished it out

with a mop handle and ate it.

Tell me you at least
checked the Internet.

Uh, we don't have
an Internet thing.

I wanted to get one
in high school, but it's pricey.

Plus, Mom said
the Internet tubes

don't stretch
to this side of town yet.

Stupid lying Mom!

Another thing you need
to know, little princess,

is how to dance sexy.

The Internet tubes
do come here.

You lied about
the Internet tubes.

Shh. The baby's sleeping.

Well, guess what.

It's only a matter of time

before I learn everything
about your mom.

Sabrina says she can find
anything online.

Stupid Internet.

Why can't you kids
leave well enough alone?

Everything was fine until
you started digging around.

You sound like
a Scooby Doo villain.

And I thought I told you
to destroy those videotapes.

They don't belong to you.
They don't even belong to me.

They're Hope's and she deserves
to know her mother...

What the hell's going on
with your tongue?

I don't know.

My mouth is itchy and tingly.

Is it because I ate this?

Aha!

You are allergic to a fruit.

See? I was
protecting you.

And if you hadn't gone looking
under rocks for the truth,

you wouldn't have eaten that
thing, and you'd be fine.

Stop digging around.

Too late. Sabrina's gonna
find out the truth

whether you like it or not.

God, this itches!

Fine! You want the truth?

Your grandmother
was killed by a duck.

You just said my grandmother
was killed by a duck?

Yes.

I was two years old.

And there was a beehive
under the eave of the house.

My mother, your grandmother,

got it into her head
that she wanted fresh honey.

She knew there was danger.

So she did what anyone would do.

She tied

a sealed plastic bag
around her head.

To keep the bees off her face.

She couldn't get any air.

She got dizzy.

But she didn't think
to take the bag off her head.

So she fell over.

And that's when her head
hit the duck.

Happy?!

Your grandmother was a moron!

As a kid, all the
neighbors would look at me

and whisper, "Poor child.

Her mother was such an idiot."

I wanted to shield you
from that.

But now you know.

We come from idiot stock.

Happy?

I'm starting to
not be able to breathe.

Oh, it's you.

Barney thought he saw

a homeless lady stealing

on the security camera.

You might want
to get a haircut.

No, see, the star fruit
makes my tongue swell up,

so I have to chase it
with antihistamine.

Good system.
Mm.

Oh, hey, check it out.

Found some stuff on your
grandmother on the Internet.

Turns out, she's got
a fairly decent credit score.

And she bought some
really funky necklaces online.

My grandmother's still alive?

Yeah. She lives in Hillsboro.

Oh, and according to
her last status update,

Salad Plantation just ran out
of Thousand Island.

Frowny face.

What about the bees?

The bag?

The duck?

Oh, son of a bitch.

Mom lied again.

Where you going
in such a hurry?

You want to know
where I'm going?

Why don't you ask the eel
that lives in my butt.

You had pinworms, smart-ass.

Okay, coast is clear, baby.

Let's look at some more
of your crazy mom's stuff.

Here are some

Polaroids of men sleeping.

Here's your mom's
press clippings.

That's her right here.

"Dear Princess Beyonce..."

That's what she named you.

I miss it. I thought
it was spunky, but...

Anyway.

"Here's my
makeup bag.

"Everything is cruelty free.

Nothing was tested on animals,
because that's mean."

Every time I think this girl's
gonna zig, she zags.

"Do not use any of this
makeup until you're 14,

"or earlier if you're fat.

Love, Mommy."

See, if they throw
all this stuff away,

you'll never get to use this.

And no offense,

but you are a little chunky.

For the record, I don't think
you need all that stuff,

but it's what your mom wanted.

What do you think
my grandmother's gonna be like?

Judging by the music, a
very in shape gay dude.

WOMAN:
Who is it?

Uh, we're looking for
Louise Thompson.

That's me.

Wow.

Great to see some young people.

You look familiar.

Weren't you at that swingers
party in Lake Lucille last year?

Oh.

Or maybe you don't remember me
from this angle.

Uh, I think you're
my grandmother.

What?!

Virginia Thompson's son.

You're my grandmother.

Am not.

No.

No, I am not
anybody's grandmother.

How's the crowd in there?

Not too many old farts, I hope.

I don't want to hear it! Grandma,
can we just talk for a second?

No, no, no.
Grandma, please.

Grandma, I just-- Grandma!

Stop calling me that!

It's who you are.

I was 20 years old,

and I wanted to give Virginia
up for adoption.

As you can see, I'm not
the mothering type.

But Maw Maw wouldn't hear of it.

She wanted me to keep Virginia.

We had a fight.

I said, "Fine,
raise her yourself,

but make up a story so she
doesn't come looking for me."

SABRINA: Your mom
didn't lie to you.

She really believes the
falling on the duck story.

About a woman going after honey?

With a bag on her head?

I can't believe she
used that story.

That was in
a Reader's Digest we saw.

You know, we're still
at the same house.

You should come and visit,
get to know your daughter.

I'm sure she'd be
cool with your...

hobby.

I chose this for my life.

I don't want to change anything.

I'm sorry, kid.

This is all the family I need.

I have a whole new understanding

of why grandmothers cover
their furniture in plastic.

Stop it!

Unbelievable.

I'm sorry he did
this to you.

Oh, I had a bad night, too.

I don't even know
what's up anymore.

I've been so mad at mom
for keeping secrets from me,

but, you know, she just thought

she was protecting me
from an ugly truth.

And that truth was
a lie Maw Maw told,

because she was protecting Mom
from an even uglier truth:

that Louise had abandoned her.

Maw Maw figured it was better
for Mom to think

Louise had passed away
than to find out

she had a mom who left home
and didn't care.

I don't want us to have secrets
in our family,

but what's the point
of being honest

if it breaks
someone's heart?

Oh, looky who's back.

Where'd you run off to, anyway?

I, uh...

Sabrina, uh, told me they got in
something called a kumquat,

and, you know, I had to try it.

For four hours?

They're really good.

I ended up eating all of them.

See why I lied?

You hog all the damn fruit.

Hey, man.

You didn't tell her that I did

all the makeup or anything,
did you?

No, your secret's safe with me.

All the family secrets
are safe with me.

Thanks.

It's a private hell, isn't it?

It's a private hell.

VIRGINIA: Are you sure
this is suitable for kids?

Oh, Sabrina helped me
transfer it to a computer

and fiddled with it.

JIMMY
Dear Hope,

this is a video
from your mother.

She thinks a lot of you.

My beautiful,
beloved daughter...

JIMMY: She wanted you to
have a record of her love.

LUCY:
And maybe with luck,

a few nuggets of my wisdom.

JIMMY:
Like any good mother,

she cared about
your education...

I want you to understand
the importance of books.

In here, a book saved my life.

JIMMY:
...your health...

Oatmeal is so good for you.

JIMMY: And she wanted you to
learn the basic moves required

for doing hula hoop.

Amazing, Jimmy!

Thanks.

If you edit out all the
violence, cursing, threatening

and graphic lesbian sex,
Lucy's actually kind of sweet.

♪ You're the apple of my eye ♪

♪ You're the peaches in my pie ♪

♪ You're the blue in my sky ♪

♪ You're everything to me ♪

♪ You're the icing on my cake ♪

♪ You're the smile
when I awake ♪

♪ You're everything to me ♪

♪ You're everything to me ♪

I still can't believe
you hit that, Jimmy.

Thanks, Dad.

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