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- Okay, sweetie, go hide!

[Little girl laughing]

One, two, three,

four, five...

- Mommy, come find me!

[Laughing] - Where are you, Lily?

Lily...

[Laughing] There you are!

Got you! [Both laughing]

- I love you, Mommy! - I love you too, angel.

You are my favourite person in the whole world.

- And you're my favourite mommy. [Both laughing]

- How can you do this to me?

He took you.

He took my baby.

Only one thing left to do.

- My friends think you don't want to hang out with us.

- That's not true! I would love to hang out with you guys.

It's just, you know, if I'm home late then my mom stresses out

and her blood pressure goes up,

blah, blah, blah. It's this whole big thing.

- You said yourself a lot of it's in her head, right? She's a hypochondriac.

- Yeah, but most of it's real. If it's not her fibromyalgia,

then it's her thyroid or her asthma.

- Don't forget her panic attacks. - How could I?

I'm just not sure if everything is as bad as she says it is.

- I don't know how you deal with it.

- That's why I try to minimize the stress.

Makes living with her a whole lot easier. - You know what?

You're a nicer daughter than I am. Sometimes when my parents call, I don't pick up the phone.

- Well, you're bad.

- Why would God invent caller ID if he didn't want us to use it?

- Yeah, no, I don't mind staying late to help you get it done. - [You sure?]

- It's no problem, I stay late all the time. - [You're the best, Lily.]

[Thanks a lot.] - OK, all right. Bye.

[Knock on door] - Lily?

Can I see you for a minute, please?

- Of course.

- Come on in.

So, as you know, I'm not one to beat around the bush.

I'm just gonna come right out and say it.

- Okay... - You're one of the best analysts I've got.

You're smart, you're great with the policyholders,

accurate, and you're always willing to go the extra mile.

- Thank you, Mr. Jorris.

I... I try.

- I almost hate to lose you.

- Uh, excuse me? - Why don't you sit down.

I had dinner last night with one of the managers

from the Chicago branch-- Oliver Hoffacker.

He's head of Property and Casualty.

Anyway, he told me that they're looking

for a major claims specialist and I mentioned your name.

- You did?

- Yeah. Look, I don't even know if you're interested,

but you'd be perfect for it. And it is a promotion--

the job pays almost $15,000 more than you're making now.

- And it's in Chicago?

- Mm-hmm, right by Millennium Park, just a few blocks

from Lake Michigan. It's a beautiful area, actually.

Anyway, look. Ollie's gonna be in town for a week and he said he'd like to meet with you

before he flies back. Is that something you'd like me to set up for you?

- Uh...

Yeah, can I think about it?

- Yeah, sure. But he's only gonna be in town

till next Wednesday, so the sooner, the better.

- Oh, okay. Well, thank you, Mr. Jorris.

Thank you for thinking of me.

- Sure.

[Cell phone ringing]

- Hi, Mom. What's up?

- Well, I'm just wondering what time you're coming home. - [I don't know,]

[another 20, 30 minutes or so. It's only gonna take longer if you keep calling me.]

- [Well, I need to know what time to start dinner.]

- Yeah, don't make me anything. I'm eating as we speak.

- All right.

Don't forget to pick up my prescription.

- No, I told you, I'll pick it up. Arlivox, 88 micrograms.

- And don't let them overcharge you. I've already paid for my deductible.

- Yeah, I know, Mom. I'll see you soon.

- All right. Don't forget, sweetie.

- I won't. - [Bye!] - Bye.

I don't know how I could forget it, you've only mentioned it 50 times.

[Cell phone ringing]

You've gotta be kidding me.

[Sighing]

Hi, Mom. - Thank goodness!

I was worried when you didn't answer your cell.

- I was a block away. - What took so long?

- There was a line at the pharmacy. Hi, Binky.

Hi, Binky boy.

That's a good boy.

Mom, why is my credit card bill open?

- I thought it was mine. I opened it by mistake.

- I thought I asked you to be more careful.

- Made your favourite cookies. Since you missed out on the pork chops.

- Mom, why did you do that? I told you I'm on a diet.

- Oh, come on, sweetie. One cookie won't hurt you.

Besides, you are thin enough as it is.

Come on, just one? Hmm?

- No, Mom, I don't want a cookie.

- All right. I was just trying to do something nice,

but I see that that was insensitive of me.

I'll just throw them out so that you won't be tempted.

- No, Mom, don't throw them out. [Sighing]

I know you're just trying to be nice.

What do you think, Binky?

You ever consider living in Chicago?

[Knock on door]

- I know you said you didn't want any tea, but just in case.

- Oh, thanks.

Just put it over there.

- So, are you, um... surfing the Web?

- I'm just doing some stuff for work.

- It makes me nervous.

Lydia has a case at work where a woman is suing a man who's harassing her.

Guess where he found her?

One of those talk rooms. - Chat rooms.

- I hope you don't spend time in any of those rooms.

- I think I'll be okay, Mom.

- You always say that, Lily, but you are just the type of girl who would get duped

into believing one of those stalkers.

Remember what happened with Michael? One day he says he loves you--

- Mom, could you please stop bringing up Michael?

That was over 3 years ago.

- I just don't want to see you get hurt again, baby.

- I know.

- Well, my back's giving me a bit of trouble,

so I'm gonna hit the sack.

Sweet dreams. - Good night.

[Ominous music]

Uh, I'll just be

a few more minutes. - No rush.

Excuse me. Do you work in this department?

I don't think we've met before.

- No, I work up in Claims. Our copier's down.

- Ah, Claims.

We make the money, you spend it. [Chuckles]

Larry Nowack. Transferred here a month ago from San Diego.

- Hi. Lily Stanler. Welcome to the Philadelphia branch.

- Thank you, Lily.

- So, are you in sales? - No.

Oh, I see how my comment about making money would've been misleading.

No, I'm an actuary.

- Oh, so all of the reports

that we do upstairs eventually... - Wind up on my desk, yeah.

[Chuckling] - Interesting.

I, um... I've always wondered what it would be like to work in risk management.

Find it sort of fascinating.

- Lot of statistics, lot of math...

Sometimes I even get to use a calculator.

[Both laugh]

- So, um... I should...

It was nice to meet you, Larry.

- You too, Lily.

Oh, Lily! - Yeah?

- You forgot this.

Oh, and this. - Oh.

See you around. - Yeah.

- You know, for $15,000 I'd move to Chicago in a heartbeat.

Just pack up your mom and move her too.

Or hey, better yet, you take some of the extra money

and you hire someone to look after her here.

Like a nursing student or something.

- I can't. I mean, she really needs me.

And the truth is, she was really there for me

when I needed her, too.

Every break-up, every problem--

she's always been there for me.

You know I didn't have a dad, so...

- But everybody's parents do that. They're there to help in a crisis.

- I'm not saying she doesn't get on my nerves. - Seriously, what happens

if you meet a really great guy and you wanna do something we call dating?

- Dating? What's that?

- See? [Both laugh]

- You know, um, speaking of guys,

I kind of found somebody

that I'm sort of interested in.

- Really? Who?

Someone online? - No, somebody in the company.

His name is Larry

and he's the new actuary down on the 5th floor.

- I don't think I've seen him yet.

- We spoke for a moment by the copy machine

and...

I don't know, it's just... there might have been a connection.

- A connection! - I don't know, maybe.

A little one. [Giggling]

Yeah, well, I'm sure with my luck nothing much will happen.

- Don't be so pessimistic. I'm sure this Larry guy likes you too.

- Yeah, they all say they like me and then they just disappear.

- Come on, aren't you exaggerating a little bit?

- Well, look at it this way: Johnny was my first boyfriend,

and then after a month he just drifted away.

Then there was Michael...

- That's the guy you met a couple years out of college, right?

You never told me what really happened with him. - Ugh!

We were so in love. Head over heels.

- Let me guess. He cheated. - No, no!

I saw him almost every single day for 6 months,

and then all of a sudden I get a phone call from him where he says it's over.

Never wants to see me again. I was crushed. - Creep.

- Yeah, so I called him up because I wanted to find out what happened,

and he says that he's seeing somebody else. Just like that.

- You know, there's a special place in hell for men like that. - Yeah.

After 6 months of seeing him, that's all I get.

- You poor thing. - Well, thank God for my mom.

She's the one who got me through it.

- Let's face it, dating sucks for everybody.

That's why people get married, so they don't have to date anymore.

- Well, then how come you're not married? - Are you kidding me?

A bad date is still better than a bad marriage.

[Door opens]

- Ugh! Why is it so warm in here? Is this thing broken?

- Oh, I... I turned it up.

When I get cold, my hands start to cramp.

- Did you finish running that background check

on the defendant in the Burgess case? - There you go.

- Thanks. I'm on my way to see Judge Smith to argue

for continuance in the Polly murder case. - Bye!

- Yeah, well, we should have it done

by tomorrow, so I will fax you the quote. - [I appreciate it.]

- Okay. All right, thank you.

- [Have a good day.] - Bye.

- Hey, Lily. - Hi, Larry! Come on in.

What are you doing up here? - Oh, one of my assistants

had to deliver something up here, so I thought I'd bring it up.

- Oh. That's nice of you.

[Chuckling]

- So, did they fix the copier yet?

- Yeah, I saw a couple of people

working on it after lunch, so... - Good.

They're very good here at fixing things.

- Mm-hmm.

- Uh, what did you do for lunch?

- I just went to this little Chinese food place

down the block. It's really good.

- I've been meaning to try that place.

- Um, Joanna, this is Larry.

- Hi. - Hi, nice to meet you. Um...

Here are the documents that you needed. - Oh, thanks.

- I'd better go.

I'm late for a meeting. - Bye.

- So, maybe

you and I could go to that Chinese restaurant sometime.

- Uh, sure!

- We don't have to get there if you don't want. We could go somewhere else.

- No, I mean, since you haven't been there, that would be a good place.

- How about tomorrow-- if you're not doing anything!

- Tomorrow's great.

- One o'clock? - Perfect. - Okay.

Here's my card. It's got my cell phone on it,

in case anything happens. Otherwise, I will see you then.

- Great.

- All right. Bye, Lily.

[Cell phone ringing]

- Hey, Mom.

- [Why aren't you answering the phone at your desk?!]

- 'Cause I'm not at work.

- Well, are you on your way home?

- No, I'm at the mall. Why?

What's wrong? You sound freaked. - [You have to come home.]

Right away. We have an infestation.

- Mom, the last time you said that, there were just a couple ants underneath the sink.

Whatever it is, just spray it.

- Lily, I did! But it's a spider, a huge one.

[It crawled into this crack.]

I'm sure it's just lurking there, waiting to retaliate.

- Mom, I'm almost done here, okay? I'll be home in a bit

and we'll take care of it, okay? - [Thank you, baby.] - Goodbye.

If that bug is still alive, it's superhuman. - Great.

Superhuman spiders. [Cell phone ringing]

- It's my boss.

Hi, Mr. Jorris.

- Lily, hi. Sorry to bother you, but I just got a call

[from Ollie Hoffacker and he's gonna leave Friday now instead,]

so if you want me to set up that interview, I've gotta do it now.

- Uh, yeah, I'm sorry, Mr. Jorris.

I've been thinking about it,

and while it's a great opportunity,

[I'm afraid I can't take it.] - Well, listen, is it the cost of relocating?

'Cause if it is, I'm sure you can negotiate for the expenses.

- No, um... I just...

I have too many responsibilities here.

I can't move to Chicago. - [All right.]

I understand. I'm sure there'll be other opportunities

[for you in the future. I'll let Ollie know.]

- Thank you for thinking of me again, Mr. Jorris.

- Sure, no problem. I'll see you tomorrow. - [Okay, bye.]

- What's all this about Chicago? - Oh, it's nothing.

There was a position that Mr. Jorris thought I would be right for, but I told him

I'm not gonna do it. - They wanted you to leave Philadelphia?!

How can they expect us to just up and move like that?!

Our entire lives are here! - I know, Mom, that's why I turned it down.

- Why didn't you say no right away?! Were you actually considering it?

- Well, I wanted to think about it, but I did

and now it's over, so...

I'm done talking about it. I'm gonna take Binky for a walk.

- Sweetheart, wait. You have a thread hanging down.

- I'm sure it's no problem.

- I'll fix it. Just hang on.

Can't have you going out into the world with your clothes falling apart.

- I think that's a slight exaggeration, Mom.

- I remember when you were a little girl.

Getting you ready for school

took forever. - Are you kidding me? I could barely leave the house.

- Well, I couldn't have you going out

looking like some hobo off a train. - Mom, are you almost done?

I'm not going to a party, I'm just going out to walk my dog.

- Just hang on. Let me finish. - Come on, Binky,

let's go for a walk! [Yaps happily] Binky,

tell Grandma that we want to go for a walk.

- There.

All done. - Thank you. - I hope you appreciate it.

- I do, Mom. I appreciate you.

I'll be back in a half an hour. Come on, Binky!

- Just once around the block.

It's getting dark out.

- Nope, Philadelphia born and raised.

- Hm. - What about you?

I think I detect a slight accent?

- Really? Huh!

Well, I grew up in Australia till I was 10 and then my family moved to California.

- Ohh! [Chuckling]

So, uh...

it took you 2 years to transfer from San Diego?

- Yeah, there weren't any openings till the lady before me retired.

But it did work out for the best.

I didn't file for divorce

until January, so... Listen, you should try some of this cashew chicken, it's really good.

- Oh... no, I'm...

I'm allergic to nuts.

- Oh, then none for you, because we can't have this first date winding up in the ER.

[Laughing]

You know, I'm not surprised, though. Did you know that 11 million people

have some kind of allergy to food?

- No, actually, I did not know that.

- Mm-hmm. And 90% of those food allergies can be related back

to only 8 different food groups, nuts being one of them.

- You know a lot about allergies.

- Ha, ha, ha! I know a lot about facts.

Correlating statistical patterns into a risk mortality table is what I'm paid to do.

- Hm! Well, I have a fact for you.

- Okay, shoot. - Did you know

that twice as many people call in sick for work on Fridays

than any other day of the week?

- 11%, to be exact.

[Laughs]

Have you ever called sick on a Friday without actually being sick?

- No, never. - Ah...

- No, I'm much too responsible for that.

- We're gonna have to work on that.

[Both laugh]

These generic fortune cookies-- they're kind of lame.

"You will live a long life."

- Well, maybe they don't wanna offend anyone.

- You know, in New York there's a Chinese restaurant

that gives fortune cookies like "Your wife is having an affair"

or "You'll have a heart attack before the end of the week."

- That is horrible! - No, it's funny!

- No!

- Wish this one read "A beautiful woman

"will accompany you to dinner

on Thursday night."

- I bet that's what your horoscope says.

[Laughing]

Hi, Binky! Hi, Binky!

Who's a good boy? You are. Yes, you are.

- Hi, dear. How was your day? - Good!

- You're in an awfully good mood. Did something happen?

- No, not really.

- I did not have a good day. Those stupid people at the DMV

told me I have to take a driving test

to renew my license. And then on top of that,

Edna called to change the time we're playing bridge on Thursday.

- Oh, that's too bad. - So you will have to finish up the pork roast.

I will put it in the oven at 350. All you have to do is remember to take it out

at exactly 7:30. - Uh, Mom,

you don't have to worry about that. I won't be home for dinner on Thursday.

- You won't?

- No, I'm going out. [Scoffing] - That's a bit vague.

You're not going out to one of those happy hours with that Joanna girl, are you?

- No, I'm not going out with Joanna.

I... have a dinner. - Dinner?

With who?

- Just some guy I met at work.

We went out to lunch today

and he asked me out to dinner.

- You never mentioned being interested in some guy from work.

- That's because we just met. - Oh, so you don't know anything about him.

- Well, I know that we had a great lunch.

Gosh, Mom, why do you have to rain on my parade? I might actually like this guy.

- I'm not sure this is a good idea.

Do you think you're ready? - What,

to eat in a nice restaurant with someone other than my mother? Yeah, I think so.

- Lily, you don't make very good choices with men.

You might get hurt.

- I'm willing to take that chance.

- What's his name?

- Larry. - And what time

is this Larry picking you up?

- He's not. I asked him to meet me at the restaurant.

- He won't even take the time to drive over here and pick up his date?

- I asked him not to, Mom. - What?

Why would you do that? It is the proper way

for a man-- - Because I wanted to spare him the interrogation.

- Lily! I never say or do

anything to make your friends uncomfortable.

- That's because I don't invite them over here anymore, Mom.

Come on, Binky, let's go for a walk.

- I know, Edna, I know.

It's not like I miss bridge all the time.

It's just that tonight, I have to take care of something for my boss.

- [Ugh... I'll find someone else, then.] - Okay.

- [Just this one time.] - All right. - [You be good.]

- See you next week. - [Bye.] - Bye.

[Sighing]

She's so clingy.

- Sexy.

Confident.

Close enough.

Aren't you going to play bridge? - It was cancelled. Edna's sick.

- Oh. Well,

I don't know what time I'll be home, so don't wait up. - Where are you going?

- I already told you, Mom. I'm going out with Larry.

- Please tell me what restaurant you're going to, in case you turn up missing.

- We're going to a restaurant called 18.

- All right. Have fun, dear.

- Thanks.

[Soft music and chatter]

- [Hostess]: Right this way.

How's this table right here? - This is great.

- Thank you. - You're welcome.

Here you go. Enjoy your dinner. - Thank you.

This place is beautiful.

- Yeah.

I think you're beautiful.

There, I said it. Whew.

[Laughing]

- Not again. Not again! I am not gonna let this happen again!

No, no, no, no.

[Ominous music]

- So what do you do for real fun?

- Hmm... um...

For real fun,

I like to go hiking with my dog, Binky.

- Binky. Do you ever have fun with anybody other than your dog?

[Laughing] [Cell phone ringing] - Hold on a second.

It's my mom.

- You're not gonna take it? - I'll call her back later. She calls a lot.

What was I talking about? - Hiking. - Hiking.

You know, being in the office all week,

it's nice to get outside during the weekends.

- Excuse me... Miss Stanler?

- Yes? - You have a phone call at the front desk.

- Oh. Okay. - Pardon me.

Right this way. - Excuse me.

Well, do you think you need to go to the hospital? - [I don't know,]

but I cut myself emptying the dishwasher and it's... it's bleeding pretty badly.

- Well, if you think you need stitches,

you should ask one of the neighbours to drive you.

Even if I leave right now, I'm at least 20 minutes away.

- No, Lily, no. I don't want to bother the neighbours.

[Fine, fine.]

I will just try and stop the bleeding myself.

- Mom, just go to the hospital!

- No, Lily. Look, it will be fine.

[You just go back to your dinner. Don't worry about me.]

- I'm gonna take you.

[Just stay where you are, I'm on my way.] - Thank you.

- That was my mom. - Is she okay?

- I may have to take her to the hospital.

- Well, I can go with you if you want.

- No, it's okay. I just... I feel bad about dinner.

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

- I was having a really great time.

- I had a great time too.

Listen, go take care of your mom.

- Okay, thanks. - I hope she's okay.

- Ah!

[Cell phone ringing]

- Larry, hi.

- Hey, Lily. How's your mom? Did you get her to the hospital?

- Um... yeah, we're here right now. I think she needs stitches.

We're still waiting.

Thank you for checking up on her.

I'm sorry about our date and...

- [Ah, it's okay. Don't apologize.]

But listen, I was thinking that since this dinner tonight was a little shorter

than I would have liked, maybe could try again for this Saturday.

- Uh... sure.

Yeah, Saturday would be fine.

- [Okay. Dinner at my place?]

- Well, that depends on how well you cook. - [Ha, ha, ha!]

Well, if you leave halfway through again, I guess I'll know why.

- Well, I promise I won't.

So, um, can you email me your address?

- Sure. I'll see you soon.

- [See ya.]

"Thank you for the best half-date I've ever been on.

Larry." [Giggling]

- Whoa!

Nice flowers.

- "Larry Nowack,

senior actuary analyst."

So that's who you are.

I already bought the tickets, Lily!

- Mom, I'm sorry, but you should have asked me first.

I already made plans with Larry. - I have been wanting to see this movie for so long!

- Mom, it's not the end of the world.

We'll go to a matinee on Sunday, my treat.

- Sunday's not the same as Saturday. - Ugh...

I don't understand. Why can't you just be happy that I met someone

that I actually like?

Instead, you're upset that we have to postpone a movie by one day!

- After everything I do for you,

you would rather choose some man

you hardly know over your own mother. Heaven forbid

you should consider me first.

- Consider you first?! Do you remember me leaving my date

in the middle of dinner to take you to the hospital

because you wouldn't ask a neighbour to do it?

That's not putting you above everyone else?

- I told you you didn't have to come.

- For God's sakes, Mom, if you meant that you wouldn't have me paged

at the restaurant. - Don't worry.

The next time I need to go to the hospital, I won't burden you with whatever's wrong.

- Don't be ridiculous.

That's not what I'm saying.

I don't mind bringing you to the hospital.

I'm just asking for a little flexibility

on your part about this movie.

Mom, don't get upset.

There's nothing to be upset over.

- I just... I don't feel well.

Look what this is doing to me.

- What's that supposed to mean?

- You're gonna leave. I know it.

I have this horrible feeling.

You're gonna leave and I'm never gonna see you again.

- Mom, you're not gonna lose me.

- You're everything to me, baby.

- I know.

I love you, Mom.

The movie's gonna be just as good on Sunday, I promise.

- My baby.

Beautiful Lily.

- I mean, I'm sure your mom would understand that you wanna get your own place.

It's not like you're a little kid. - Hmm... yeah.

It's just her health isn't getting any better.

She relies on me a lot.

- Sounds like you're in for the long haul.

- Yeah,

well, I just need to convince her

that she'll be okay living without me.

- What about your father?

- When I was 6 years old,

my dad, he didn't come home from work one day.

Nobody knew what happened to him. It was like he just...

vanished.

My mom was a mess.

She sent out a missing persons report,

people went out looking for him... nothing.

- Did you ever find out what happened to him? - About a month later,

a sheriff showed up at our door.

He was there to serve my mom divorce papers.

- What? - Yeah.

My dad was alive and well.

He already had an apartment rented, about an hour away,

the night he disappeared.

Apparently, he was living there with his new girlfriend.

- Whew... God!

- I never saw him again. He died of cirrhosis

about 5 years later. - Well...

Lily, I'm sorry to hear that.

- I usually don't tell that story

until about the 25th date.

Tends to send men running in the opposite direction.

- God, I knew I should've worn my sneakers. Left 'em in my gym bag.

Listen, we all have things in our past

that are hard for others to accept,

but it's those experiences that make us who we are, you know?

Do we have to be so serious?

How about something happy, so I can see that smile on your face?

There it is!

Cheers.

I call you. Pair of kings.

Ah! - Three tens.

[Laughing]

- We're gonna have to work on your poker face.

- It's beginner's luck. - Yeah.

- Binky... [Happy yelps] Binky!

Hi. Ohh...

Oof!

[Baby talk]

Oh, I just love you.

I missed you.

It's a good movie. Better than I thought it was gonna be.

- I didn't really like it.

- Why? It was funny. - Life is nothing like that.

Stupid movie writers think that people fall in love

and everything is all la-di-dah happy.

Marriage is no bed of roses.

- I'm sorry you didn't like it, Mom.

- So, you didn't tell me about your date last night. - Yes, I did.

You asked me about it this morning. - You said it was fine.

- It was fine. - Just fine?

That's not saying much.

Did you not have a good time?

- We had a great time, actually. - Well, tell me about it!

What'd you do? [Sighing] - I ate dinner,

I played cards, um...

talked with him for hours... - That's it?

Well, that doesn't sound very special. - I'm sure it doesn't, mother.

That's why I didn't tell you about it before. - There's no need to get upset.

- I'm not upset. Can we just talk about something else?

- Oh, you clearly are. Was it something that I said?

- No,

it's nothing you said.

- Lily, sweetie, I've known you longer than anyone

and I can tell when you're angry. - I'm not angry!

- I'm not trying to put Larry down.

It's just that back in my day, a man actually took a woman somewhere nice for a date.

They didn't just hang out at his house so he could save a buck.

- Mom, can you just stop it? Just shut up!

I'm sorry I yelled.

Do you wanna... go get something to eat somewhere?

- Mm-hmm.

- [Joanna]: So, that good, huh? - [Lily]: Yeah, it was so great.

We're just so... right for each other.

- That's great. It sounds like your curse has finally lifted.

- Yeah, I wish it was that simple.

I really need to move out, but you know that's not gonna fly with my mom.

- Well, you knew it was gonna happen sooner or later, right?

- Yeah. Let's just do it.

- Attagirl!

[Giggling]

What's that? - I don't know.

He's inviting me away for the weekend.

- I'm so jealous!

- Should I go? - What are you, kidding me?

- I don't know, it's so soon! - Listen,

you pack your bags, girl,

or I'm gonna go.

- Yes, this is Inez from Lydia Mieg's office.

I was wondering if you'd finished those background checks

we sent over? - [Yeah, the Roberts case, right?]

- Right, right. Uh, listen, I have another one.

It's a rush. The name is Larry Nowack and he works

at Guardsman Insurance. - [No problem.] - Great!

Thank you so much. - [You're welcome. Bye.]

- Uh, could you call Detective Ingham and ask him

to fax the police report over? He'll know what it is. - Sure. Oh, um...

by the way, I need to leave a little early today

to take my driver's test. Lily's coming with me.

- I thought you did that a couple of days ago.

- No, that was the doctor, for the pain in my shoulder.

- I think you must've met every doctor in Philadelphia by now.

- Good thing you pay my health insurance!

[Chuckling] - It's fine. Just make sure everything gets done.

- Okay.

- I told my mom I'd bring her to the DMV.

I'm praying to God she passes her driving test.

- Can you imagine if they don't renew her license? - Are you kidding me?

Just the thought makes me wanna drive off a cliff.

Mom! What are you doing here? I told you to call me from downstairs!

- I forgot to charge my phone.

I'm Inez, Lily's mom.

- Joanna Crolly.

- Oh.

- I just... I'll call you tomorrow, Joanna.

- Sure. Good luck on your driving test. - Mm-hmm.

- Come on, Mom, let's go. - You know, since I'm here,

maybe you could introduce me to Larry. - Mom, he's in meetings.

We'll do it some other time.

- Maybe I should just take the driver's test in Illinois.

- What? - Well, I've been thinking,

you know, maybe you should take that job in Chicago.

I bet we could find a fantastic place there-- something modest,

just for us 2 girls. - Mom, hold up a second.

Just the other day, you were ready to hang Mr. Jorris

for even suggesting we uproot our lives and move to Chicago,

and now suddenly you wanna go? What's going on? - Nothing!

But... but we don't really have anything keeping us here,

do we?

- Come on, Mom, we gotta go. - Answer my question.

Are you getting so serious about this Larry person you would pass up a promotion?

- Mom, I don't wanna talk about this! - I do.

Would you pass up a promotion for him? - Mom,

if we talk about this, you're just gonna get all worked up and you're not gonna pass your test.

You don't want that to happen, do you?

- You promised me that we would have coffee at that little place in the wall afterwards.

We are gonna sit down and talk about this, all right?

- Fine! Just go and pass your test!

- All right. Wish me luck.

- Please pass your test.

Mom, come on. Let's think positively.

You just passed your driver's test,

we're spending some mother- daughter time together...

- How can I possibly care when you just told me you wanna move out and leave me all alone?

- Please, try to understand that I need this.

- Why? You have everything at home!

- No, I don't. I just...

I need privacy, you know?

I need my own space!

You know, I'm gonna try and find a place in the city

right near you. I'll just be a phone call away.

- What if something happens?

What if I fall? What if I cut myself again?

- Well, then I'll come right over.

It's gonna be okay. I'll come over for dinner once a week...

- Is this because of that Larry person?

You never mentioned anything like this until you met him.

- I just...

I need to get back out on my own. I really do.

- How, Lily?

How can you do this to me?

- I'm not trying to hurt you, Mom.

I just... I'm gonna look for my own place when I get back from my trip.

- Trip? What trip? Trip with him?

- Yes, this weekend.

- Go home, Lily!

- What? - I can take a cab.

- Mom, no. Just... You're behaving irrationally.

- I said I want you to go home!

- Mom!

[Exhales deeply]

Binky boy.

What are we gonna do about Mom?

You have any words of wisdom for me?

Yeah.

- Oh, my God.

- Inez? Where are you going?

- I have to talk to Lily. - Inez, we have a million things to do before I'm due in court.

- I have to leave right now! I'm about to lose my daughter!

- What? - You don't have a daughter!

You can't possibly understand!

[Cell phone ringing]

- Hi, Mom. - You need to come downstairs right away.

[I'm in the lobby.] - What? Why? What's wrong?

- Just do it. It's important.

- Mom, what are you doing here?

- Lily, you have to see this.

I ran a background check on Larry. - What? No!

You always have to check up on everybody! God, I can't believe

you would call me out of work for something like this! - Lily!

You need to see it. Read it.

- Mom, stay out of our relationship! - Lily, he's married.

You are dating a married man.

- He's divorced. - If he were,

it would be right here in the report. It's all here in black and white. See?

Claire Nowack, married 9 years.

And if they'd even filed for legal separation, it would be there.

- I don't... I don't understand.

He said that the divorce was final before he left San Diego.

- Baby... He lied to you.

And if he could lie to you about this,

who knows what else he's lying about.

I'm so sorry, baby.

It's just that... I didn't want you to get hurt.

- I have to go.

- All right, sweetie.

See you home tonight.

- You guys go ahead, I'll catch you up.

Lily, are you okay?

- You lied to me. - What?

- Yeah, I believed you when you said you weren't married.

- Um...

You know, I can explain that.

- Are you or are you not still married?

- Yes,

I am still married. But-- - There's nothing more to say.

- Lily!

Wait. - Just go to your meeting.

- Joanna.

Where's Lily? - I don't know. She left earlier. She was really upset.

- What's her address?

[Rings doorbell]

Lily, we need to talk. - I don't wanna talk, Larry. - Just wait.

Let me explain.

- She already said she didn't wanna talk. Now just go away before I call the police.

- Two minutes, Lily. It's all I need.

- That's it. - No, Mom, wait. Fine, two minutes. Outside.

- I'm sorry for lying to you.

I should've told you the truth.

- How could you do that?

- It was deceitful, I know, but I didn't do it to trick you

or anything like that. I haven't seen Claire for over a year.

When I told you I put in for a transfer 2 years ago, that was the truth.

It was then that Claire and I decided to go our separate ways.

- Why didn't you just get a divorce then?

- Because of her father.

- What? - He's in politics.

Very conservative, old school mentality. He was sure

that if it came out that his daughter was divorced twice, that it would affect his chances

of re-election. Claire asked me to hold off making it official

until he got in for his second term.

The election is next month and I will file the papers when it's over.

- All that for your ex-wife...

Sounds pretty important in your life.

- She was.

Lily, just because

I don't love Claire anymore doesn't mean that I don't care about her family.

They were good to me and I do not wanna hurt them.

[Sighing]

Oh, Lily...

I didn't tell you because I thought

that if you knew I was married, you wouldn't want to see me again.

And I didn't want to take that chance.

- You shouldn't have lied to me, Larry. - I know.

I'm sorry.

Lily...

Don't think you can't trust me, because you can.

And if you stick with me long enough, I will show you

over and over and over how trustworthy I am, I promise.

There are no more skeletons in my closet.

Forgive me.

- I forgive you.

- He is liar, Lily, and he will hurt you. Just like Michael did.

- He's nothing like Michael. - So now it's just fine

for men to lie to you?

Is that how little you think of yourself?

- Mom, I care about him and I'm going on this trip.

I don't care what you say.

- Don't come crying to me when he breaks your heart--

because mark my words, he will.

- Believe me, I won't. And from now on, stay out of my relationships.

That means no more background checks,

no more telling me how terrible he is,

no more nothing. Understand?

- I just care for you, that's all.

- Mom, promise me you'll butt out.

- I promise.

[Doorbell] - He's here.

Have a good weekend. I'll call and check up on you.

- Hey. - Hi. - You look great.

- Oh, thank you. - You ready?

- Are you kidding me? - Thought we could take our time,

take the old road, maybe get some lunch. - Hmm! Okay.

- Okay? - Sounds like a plan.

Thank you.

This is amazing. - Yes, it is.

[Giggling]

- All right, well, ready to go check this place out?

- Okay. - After you.

The real world seems so far away, huh?

- Yep. Very far.

- She still hasn't called, Binky.

One night with Larry,

she's forgotten all about us.

She would feel terrible

if anything happened to us.

Even just to one of us.

[Whimpering]

- Ma'am.

[People chattering]

- To the people you meet

because of a broken copy machine.

- Cheers. - Cheers.

What are you thinking?

- I don't know, just calculating,

like an actuary.

- What are you calculating?

- The odds of me being this happy.

- I'll drink to that.

- Hello, yes, is this the animal hospital on Wiley? - [Yes.]

- The one that's open 24 hours? - [Yes.]

- I have a question. I think my dog

might have gotten into some rat poison.

I'm very worried. - [It just happened?]

- Mm-hmm. But he's such

a little guy. I think he only swallowed

a couple of teaspoons-- - [If it's less than half a cup, don't worry.]

- Oh, I see. It would take at least half a cup to--

- [He'll just get sick to his stomach.] - He'll just have

an upset tummy? - [Yes.] - Oh. Thank you.

- [Okay.] - Thank you so much. - [Bye.]

- Okay.

One...

and...

two.

Mix it in for you, Binky.

Okay. Come on, Binky.

Eat your dinner. Come on. [Sniffs]

Binky... Binky!

Do you or do you not want Lily to come home?

Eat it! [Whimpering]

Stupid dog.

I know what you like.

Binky, look. Chocolate.

Mmm...

Yum, yum, yum, yum. Come on, come on!

Good boy. That's a good boy.

Eat it all. Come on.

Mmm!

- So I looked up 'actuary' on the Internet,

and did you know that it's one of the most desirable jobs in America?

- Really?

[Cell phone ringing]

- Oh, it's my mom. I told her

I would call her earlier.

Hi, Mom. - [Honey, sorry to bother you]

[but something's happened.] - Mom, what's wrong?

- It's Binky. He's sick.

- What do you mean he's sick? - [I don't know,]

[but he's acting very strangely.]

I wasn't sure whether I should take him to the vet.

Oh, my God, Lily!

[I think he got into the trash.]

- No, Mom, that's impossible. I put a latch on the pantry door.

- [Well, he did. Oh, Lily...]

Oh, Lily, I threw out half a container

of chocolate frosting tonight. I think he ate the whole thing.

- What's happening? - Binky got into the trash.

Mom, dogs can't have chocolate. It could kill them.

- Well, maybe you should come home right away. He does not look good.

- [Mom, you need to take him to the vet!] - Sweetie,

I can't drive at night because of my night blindness.

[I think you should get back here as soon as you can.] - She can't drive him.

- I got an idea. - Mom, hold on a second.

- My neighbour across the street, he's a vet. He owes me a big favour; I can make a call.

- [Lily?] - Mom, hold on.

- Thank you, Roger.

I appreciate it. - [I'm on my way.] - Yeah.

- [Tell her not to worry.] - Okay.

He is on his way to your mom's right now.

- Really? - Mm-hmm.

- Mom, we're sending a vet over, one of Larry's friends.

- No, no, I really think you should-- - You are a lifesaver.

[Sighing]

- Fine.

- Lily: [So he's gonna be okay?]

- Yeah, I think he's gonna be fine. Luckily, he vomited most of the frosting.

[It's a good thing I got here when I did.] - Oh, thank God!

- Yeah, I think I'm gonna take him into the clinic, though,

just to be safe. Keep him under observation for 24 hours.

- Yeah, good. Thank you so much. - [Yeah, no problem.]

Look, you guys can pick him up on your way back into town tomorrow evening.

- That's wonderful. Thank you. Thank you.

- No problem. Hold on, I think your mother would like to speak with you.

- Good evening, Mrs. Stanler. - Thank you for coming.

Hi, honey.

- Hi, Mom. So, Roger's gonna take Binky?

- Yes. I hope he doesn't try to sell him or something.

- I'm sure he'll be fine.

- I would feel so much better if you just got in the car

[and came home.] - Mom, I'm not gonna get into this with you.

Look, I gotta go, so I'll talk to you tomorrow. Bye.

- Lily-- [Dial tone]

- So, how's Binky?

- Binky's gonna be fine.

- Binky's in good hands with Roger.

- Thank you so much for calling him. - Yeah.

Binky will be fine.

- So beautiful...

so fragile...

You're not gonna take her away from me, Larry.

Michael couldn't do it.

Neither can you.

- [He's much better. He's fine.] - Thanks, Roger. We just wanted to make sure.

- [See you when you get here.] - I'll see you later. Yep.

- Thank you. - Thank you.

So Roger said Binky's doing great.

He even scarfed down some food this morning.

That's supposed to be good news, right?

- Yeah, it is. It is.

- What's the problem? - I don't know, just...

for a second last night, I thought that my mom

was making up Binky's illness just to get me to come home.

- Roger said he saw Binky throw up the cake frosting, so... apparently not.

- Yeah, I know. But, Larry, I put a latch on the pantry door

just to make sure that this kind of thing doesn't happen.

- Maybe your mom forgot to latch it.

- Maybe. - What are you saying?

Your mom gave Binky the frosting on purpose so you'd come home?

- I don't know. She really didn't want me to come.

- Come on, sweetheart.

It seems a little extreme.

No? - Yeah.

You're right.

She wouldn't do something like that.

I don't know what I was thinking. - Let's forget about the dog,

forget about your mom-- let's go have some fun.

It'll all be there to worry about

when you get home.

- Okay. - Okay.

You've been quiet.

Are you thinking about what we talked about

this morning? - No, just...

something feels weird.

I mean, you don't know my mom.

Bad things have happened to her our entire life.

Never like this, though.

- What do you mean? - It's just...

First, she cuts herself on our date.

Then Binky gets into the trash on the night

when there's something in there that could make him sick.

Both times when I'm out with you.

Then she runs that background check.

- Well, she could be stepping it up because she doesn't want you seeing anyone.

Is that a pattern for her? - I don't know.

It just feels weird.

[Yapping]

Who's feeling better? Who's feeling better?

Go on. Let's go to bed.

[Cell phone ringing]

I miss you too.

What were you frosting?

[Ringing]

- [What city and state?] - Willow Cove, Pennsylvania.

- [What listing?]

- Michael Benton. - [Just a moment, please.]

- Thanks, Mr. Jorris.

I really appreciate you letting me take the day off.

- [No problem. We'll see you tomorrow.]

- Okay. - [Bye-bye.] - Bye.

Excuse me. I'm looking for Michael Benton.

He's expecting me. - Just a moment.

[Ringing]

- So, why d'you wanna see me?

- Well, um, I'm seeing someone else now,

and we've gotten kind of serious.

- Good. That's good. - Yeah, it's great.

Everything's

going really, really well.

It's just every single time we go out,

it's like something happens

with my mom.

It's like she's trying to break us up. - Well, that sounds familiar.

- I... I was just wondering:

when we broke up,

do you think that my mom had something to do with that?

- I don't know, I...

I thought about calling you a couple times...

to tell you the truth.

- What do you mean?

- When I told you that I met someone else,

that wasn't true.

- Really.

- Right after we came back from New York,

that night...

two guys jumped me.

They beat me up pretty bad. - Oh, my God!

- One of them had a gun and they told me

to break off all contact with you.

- With me? - He said that they would not only hurt me,

but my family.

I got scared and I just did what they told me to do.

I panicked. Maybe I took the easy way out, I--

- No. Do you know who they were?

- They never said. At the time, I assumed

maybe one of them had a thing for you, I don't know.

I always wondered about that night.

- Are you out of your mind? - [No, he's a thief!]

- It's his first felony.

- [Lily]: I need privacy, you know?

I'm gonna look for my own place when I get back from my trip.

I don't care what you say! Stay out of my relationships!

Mot

Are you sure I can stay with you? Just until I get my own apartment.

If it's not okay, I can stay with Joanna.

- Of course it's fine. Just bring whatever you need.

- Thank you so much. Just-- I can't deal with her anymore.

- Lil, are you okay? - [Yeah, I'm fine. I just...]

I just gotta get packed and get out of here. - [Listen, um,]

I'm gonna take some work with me and go home early.

- All right, fine. Just--

I wanna get done before she gets home at 4.

I'm gonna talk to her and I'll be right over.

- Okay. If you need anything else, give me a call. Otherwise I will see you later.

- Okay, thanks. - [Bye.]

[Humming]

- What are you doing?

- I'm leaving. You're constantly interfering.

I can't stand to spend one more night in this house with you.

- What are you talking about?

- I talked to Michael today. You know, there never was another girl.

That's not why he left me.

He told me how he was attacked. Do you know anything about that, mother?

- He wasn't good enough for you.

You knew that. You were just too afraid to admit it.

- I wouldn't be surprised if you were behind it,

with all those creepy people that you work with.

Is that why my other boyfriend stopped calling me, too?

- Honey, those boys didn't love you.

- Do you love me? How could you hurt me like this?

You know, I don't know

what's going on with you, Mom, but somewhere deep inside,

it's like you don't want me to have a life.

- How can you say that?

- Because if I had a life, then I couldn't be with you all the time!

You're so selfish.

It's like it's all about you! It's always been about you!

It's like you love yourself more than you love me! - No, no!

Lily, I want you to be happy!

- No, you don't! You want me to be happy on your own terms,

in your own house! Well, you know what?

That ends today. - Lily, please! Where... where are you going?

- To Larry's. And you know what, Mom?

Nobody's gonna hurt him. He's not gonna suddenly leave.

And you know what? No sudden illness of yours

is gonna bring me back. Come on, Binky!

- Lily...

[Whimpering]

No...

[Whimpering]

No!

[Ringing]

[Cell phone ringing]

Please pick up, Lily. Please pick up.

- [Hi, you've reached Lily. Please leave a message.]

- Come here.

It's okay.

[TV playing]

Are you sure you don't wanna call?

- No.

No, I feel like I've stood up to her

for the first time in my life. - Well, it sounds to me

like you did what you had to do.

Maybe someday she'll get it. She'll understand it.

Tell you what: until that day,

I'll take care of you.

- He took you.

He took my baby.

Only one thing left to do.

[Doorbell]

- I'll get it.

[Doorbell]

Uh, Lily, it's your mom.

- What?

Ugh! God.

Um...

What do we do? - We can't let her stand there.

We gotta go reason with her.

- Yeah. Right.

- Hi, Mrs. Stanler. Come on in.

- Mom, what are you doing here?

- I've come to take you back.

- Well, I'm not going back.

So you can just go home and we'll talk about this tomorrow.

- Well, I'm not leaving without you. - Mom,

go home.

- Binky!

Hi, sweetie! [Yelps]

- Ladies, Mrs. Stanler,

I think it would be better for everybody if we just let things cool off tonight.

Lily's right. Come back tomorrow, we'll sit down

and we'll talk. - I don't care what you say, Larry.

You're the one who got us into this mess.

I came here for my daughter

and I'm not leaving without her.

- Mom...

you're acting crazy.

- Why does no one ever listen to what I say?

I said

that we are going home.

Now go get your suitcases.

- No. - Lily,

you are mine. You belong to me.

And you can't have her. I will not let you take her away from me.

- Mrs. Stanler, that is not what I'm trying to do.

- Oh. [Laughs] No?

No? Well, it's what you've done!

You have taken her away from me

and you have torn us apart!

- Put the gun down! Put it down!

- Put it down! You don't even know how to use that!

- Yes, I do. All I have to do is pull the trigger, and I can do that.

- Mrs. Stanler, please.

Put the gun down. Have a seat, please. Have a seat and we'll talk.

- Talk? Talk? Talking is what got us into this!

I don't want you to talk to her anymore and I don't want you to see her anymore!

- Please put the gun down. - I know you.

Oh, I know you. You are just gonna keep coming

until you take her away from me forever!

- Safety's on.

- Mom!

Mom!

Mom! - Mrs. Stanler!

- Open the door! - Open up!

- Mom, please, let us in! - I can't do this.

I can't live without you, Lily. - Mrs. Stanler!

Open up!

Mrs. Stanler, please!

- If I can't have you, I would rather be dead.

- You don't mean that, Mom.

- Yes, I do, Lily.

Yes, I do.

- Look, Mom, just...

just open up the door and I'll go back with you.

- It doesn't matter.

Even if you come home,

you're just gonna leave again.

It's not where you wanna be.

- That's not true. - You're all that I need,

Lily,

but I'm not what you need.

At all.

You need to be away from me.

I wanted to have a baby girl

more than anything in this world.

I thought that if I was a good mother,

you would want to stay with me

forever.

And I tried, baby.

I tried so hard.

That's all I wanted to do.

To be a good mother to you. - You are!

You are a good mom!

You're a great mom.

- What's that noise? What is she doing?

- Mom? Mom, are you taking pills?

Mom! Mom, open the door! [Banging on door] - Mrs. Stanler!

Mrs. Stanler, open up!

- Mom, please, please, please! Just open up the door, please!

We gotta get her out of here.

- Mrs. Stanler, if you don't open the door, I'm gonna break it down.

- No!

- Mom! - I'll call 911.

- Mom, what are you doing?

What are you doing?

- Nobody wants me, Lily.

Nobody loves me. - That's not true, Mom.

I love you.

It's gonna be okay.

We're gonna get you some help.

It's okay. [Ambulance siren approaching]

I talked to the doctors and they said you're getting better and better all the time.

- I do feel better.

What about you? How's work?

- Well, I accepted the promotion,

so I'm now in charge of the entire Claims department.

Which is only 5 people,

but, you know, still.

- That is great, honey. I am so proud of you.

Are you still working for Mr. Jorris? - Yeah, he's still my boss.

I'm glad that I didn't leave Philadelphia, though.

I wouldn't wanna be too far away from you.

- Well,

maybe I can come see your new office when I get out.

The doctors say that I should be ready in, um...

a couple of months.

- Sure, Mom. You can come and see me any time you want.

Well,

I should probably get going. They're gonna want you to go down to lunch soon

and Larry's waiting for me

downstairs.

I love you, Mom.

- I love you too, sweetie.

See you next week.