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Previously on "Kevin Can [BEEP] Himself"...

- Kevin is going to die. - Yes.

Okay, I can do it.

I thought we weren't gonna do this anymore.

No, you didn't.

You just need to broaden your horizons.

She likes me. We can use that.

Jesus Christ, what the hell is happening?

You saved my life.

- Allison. - Oh.

- Is there a problem? - No.

- Things okay here? - Oh, Jesus, Sam.

You do it my way, or you don't get the money.

Next Saturday.

Next Saturday?

You know you don't need an appointment, right?

I can have this taken care of today.

No. No, no, I still need a little more time

to get a few things in order.

Next week, I'm gonna go visit my mother in South Carolina,

which I do every year at this time,

so that gets me out of Dodge.

With me gone Saturday,

Kevin's gonna be in full bachelor mode,

which means he's gonna be blacked out by 11:00,

and when he's out, he is out.

So, you know... make it look like a robbery,

and obviously, don't actually take any of our stuff.

Or... Okay, yeah. Take whatever you want.

Our bedroom is top of the stairs on the left,

and I'm guessing that you know what to do after that.

You do, right?

Yes! Jesus!

Good.

So, uh...

what are you gonna do after?

I'm gonna haul ass outta your house.

Oh, no, sorry. I mean, like, after after.

You know? It's a lot of money.

Do you have any... Any big plans, or...

Getting the hell away from here the second my parole's up.

Tell me about it.

Yeah.

So, eh, Saturday.

Saturday, and, um...

soon as it's done, you'll get the money.

So, $7,000 can get you pretty far.

Not far enough.

- Hey. - Hmm?

- Customer sent this back. - What? Why?

She says it's not dairy free.

The sauce... It's gorgonzola.

That's cheese, you dumbass.

- Who gives a shit? - Who...

That's a whole new fillet I gotta make, Nicky.

- I don't have time for this. - Excuse me...

Oh! Jesus!

I'm sorry, man. I'm sorry.

Shit!

Get some ice! Some ice!

Aah!

- Nick. - What?

"What?"

Christ.

- It was an accident. - Yeah?

Now I have to shut down the grill

till I can scrape Zack's forearm off it.

- Go home. - You can't fire me.

They'll throw me in prison. You really gonna do that?

Spare me, okay? That was an assault.

As far as I'm concerned, Walpole can have you.

Just...

Can I at least have a day?

A day before my parole officer finds out about this? Okay?

Do you think you're in a position to negotiate right now?

Do you?

Okay. Fine.

Tomorrow morning, I'm updating your employment status with the county.

Hey, change of plans.

We're leaving tonight.

I just have one thing I need to take care of first.

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Allison.

I can only imagine how traumatic tonight was,

but we're gonna have to ask you some questions.

Is that alright?

Where were you tonight, just before the shooting?

I was... I was in bed with Kevin.

And just for the record...

Your relationship to Kevin McRoberts?

I'm his wife.

I'm his miserable, pathetic wife,

and I'm so glad he's dead.

Hey!

- _ - You can just go home now

if you're not gonna take this serious.

Well, I am serious.

Oh, yeah?

You'd tell a detective that you're super glad

your husband has just been suspiciously murdered?

No, of course not, but this just seems...

It seems unnecessary.

You love a planning phase, right?

Well, here we are.

Well, I'm not an idiot.

I have planned, okay?

In a few days, I'm gonna go see your friend Nick...

- Not my friend. - Okay.

Well, you know what I mean. Your acquaintance...

Not even that.

Your best friend Nick,

and we're gonna go through all the details,

and then when the police investigate,

they're gonna find what we planted as proof

that Kevin is the drug dealer they're looking for.

You're good. I'm good. Done.

Done?

You realize we're not even at the hard part of all this, right?

Sure.

Once Kevin's gone, that's like the beginning.

You can't just pick up

and go live out your scone-and-a-book fantasy

the minute the funeral cold cuts are gone.

Even when a death isn't suspicious,

people are always looking to make sure

you're mourning enough.

And with this...

they're gonna have a ton of questions.

Did you know he was a drug dealer?

Were you in on the dealing? How was the marriage?

- Did you love him? - Okay!

Just because I haven't discussed every little thing with you

doesn't mean that I'm not taking this seriously

or that I'm some kind of big idiot.

Well, screwing your boss seems pretty idiotic.

Yeah.

I know.

And I found out with just about zero effort.

If I did,

I can only guess the cops will, too.

Do you really think that's a good move right now?

I didn't think of it as a move. It just happened.

Things can't "just happen."

Everything you're doing right now is gonna be judged.

If you're laughing at his jokes.

What you're buying at the damn grocery store.

It all sends a message,

and what do you think affair says?

It's...

bad.

Yes.

Listen, I...

I know you don't want to think ahead

'cause it makes it real.

- It's not that. - No, it is.

And I get it.

But closing your eyes to reality doesn't change anything.

It just makes you blind.

So, you gotta be smarter than this.

Smarter than having an affair right now...

I know!

I know. I know. I know.

Hey.

Eyes open.

Right?

Now...

What is your relationship to Kevin McRoberts?

He was my husband,

and I loved him more than anything.

Sam, I can't do this.

Yeah, you know what?

This isn't working for me, either.

No, I'm serious. I'm serious. I...

I've been thinking, and I need to f...

To focus on my marriage.

Uh...

Your marriage?

- You hate your husband. - I don't.

I don't... I don't hate him.

I've just been...

I've been confused.

No, you haven't been confused.

You've been very clear...

- You're miserable. - Okay.

Do you think telling me that I'm wrong's gonna change my mind?

That's not how this works, okay?

I-I said I'm done. I'm done.

Okay, wait.

- Sam, stop. - No. No.

Not until I understand what the hell just happened here.

Um, 30 seconds ago, we were fine.

And now we're just what? Over?

I told you, I love my husband,

and I need to make it work.

So, you're just gonna throw us away...

For Kevin?

"Us"?

We're not some big love story. You're my boss.

We have sex in a... In a... closet.

No, you know it's more than that.

No, we pretend that it is because we don't want

to acknowledge the boring truth,

which is that we're two...

tired, shitty people

who just needed to feel something.

Do you feel...

anything?

Well...

thank you, I guess.

Suddenly, I'm more than happy to never do this again,

because you...

I don't know when you got so...

broken.

Oh, what the hell?

You okay?

Mm-hmm. Sure.

You know, you don't need to be brave.

I see 15 women a day, and they all look

the same way that you do right now.

Mm-hmm.

- And how do I look? - Nervous.

Like you're about to find out you're defective.

But if the bloodwork comes back okay,

then we will find a way to make it happen.

It's what I'm here for. You'll get your baby.

Um, and it'll be clear that I'm here for fertility stuff,

like on some official record?

- Hmm? - My, um...

My insurance company can be a real pain.

Oh, yeah. The... The girls up front will get them what they need.

Alright. Little pressure here.

So this will be your first?

Yeah.

And how long have you been with your partner?

My husband.

My wonderful husband.

I-I met him when I was 20, and since then,

I feel like I've been in some kind of fever dream.

A great one.

That's young.

Yeah.

I was so nervous on my wedding day.

I'm... I'm not good with crowds or big decisions.

I just kept... reapplying deodorant

and wondering if I should just run for the hills.

He saw me, uh...

pacing back and forth in the hallway,

almost crying to Father O'Donnell.

I'm sure it was obvious I was freaking out,

but instead of talking to me about it

or acknowledging it, he, uh...

He pantsed the priest.

I actually laughed.

And after that, I was fine,

because I-I really believed that he would...

You know, he would do anything for me.

Just keep... pantsing priests

and making me laugh for the rest of our lives.

I haven't thought about that in years.

Well, it's a good thing you didn't wait

another 15 years to start trying.

Nobody's getting any younger.

Oh, I'm sorry. I didn't mean...

No, I'm fine.

I'm fine. I'm not usually a...

I'm not usually emotional, so I'm fine.

I'll be fine.

Thank you.

Uh, will there be a record of my visit.

Just my, uh... My insurance company...

You bet.

'Kay.

Mm.

Ah!

Oh! Oh.

Sorry.

Classic Allison.

Well...

so cute.

Can't wait to show my husband when I get home.

Damn it!

Can you tell me what happened

immediately after you heard the gunshot?

Um...

I don't know.

There was screaming.

And...

our neighbor called.

Patty.

Well, you know Patty.

Patty's full name, please?

Um, sure.

Um, Patricia Deirdre O'Connor.

Oh, hell.

You need some help?

No. No. I'm fine.

This is great. It's a great date.

Ahh!

Wow. You hate this.

No.

- I... - Thank God.

Me, too.

I thought this was gonna be soothing or something.

It's not.

Want to just get drunk off their wedding wine?

Yes, please.

Ooh.

I love your brush strokes here. Very evocative.

- Oh, yeah? - Absolutely.

I can feel your anger at the sunset.

It's a commentary on the passage of time.

Of course. Where you gonna put it?

Somewhere really special.

Sorry.

This is rude.

But work is intense.

Anything interesting?

Maybe.

Come on.

Liven up the life of a hairdresser, please.

I'm not sure how exciting it is.

We picked up this little old lady

for a forged prescription across town at Melba's.

Like, a 98-year-old telling me and Bram to screw off.

But I'm pretty sure she was being supplied

by this dealer we're after, so...

Done.

All yours again.

Um...

my brother might be in there.

He uses my oven a lot.

I've met Neil.

I don't think you have to worry about him deducing anything.

Yeah.

But it's not just Neil you're worried about.

This has all just happened kinda fast,

and I haven't been able to get my head around it.

What's to get your head around?

We like each other.

Yeah.

And that's new for me.

Is it?

Come on. You're telling me I'm the first woman

you've ever had feelings for?

I...

guess so.

Yeah. Yes.

You didn't grow up looking twice

at the Morton's Salt Girl or Jo from "Facts of Life"?

What? No.

Are you much older than me?

What about your "nosy ass neighbor"

from the bar the other night?

Okay. Now you don't know what you're talking about,

so you should just stop.

I'm not trying to piss you off.

I'm just trying to show you that it's not a big deal.

Maybe it is.

I have cable, okay?

I know we're all fine with everything now,

but maybe if you're 33 and still figuring things out, it's...

it's embarrassing.

Can you please just let it be hard?

Can't that be okay?

If it's the right person... If I'm the right person...

I think it's supposed to be easy.

And you'd probably kiss me before you had a chance

to think about who might see.

No, I think, uh, the slashing windmill's

a better look on me, Neil.

Fine.

But I get to stick my tongue out.

It's very muscular.

Shouldn't you have gotten this out of your system at Halloween?

Kev and I are starting a band.

Shouldn't you have gotten that out of your system

in middle school?

It is never too late to fulfill your destiny.

I just found out last night

that I'm supposed to be a rock star.

Kev did karaoke at Sully's and killed it.

I always knew I was destined to be famous.

I just never thought it'd be for singing.

Yeah, I assumed it'd be some sort of testicle-bashing video.

Same.

I mean, singing is pretty soft, you know?

Yeah. Thanks, Josh Groban.

But last night, with the crowd eating it up,

I just figured, if it leads to fame and fortune,

it can't be that soft.

And that's when it dawned on me.

? Jenny McCarthy Tank Top ?

- Is that... - What is that?

- It's our band name. - Yeah.

Jenny McCarthy Tank Top?

It's brilliant. We'll save a bundle on marketing.

Yeah, everyone I know already Googles

"Jenny McCarthy Tank Top" constantly.

Now our sound will pop up

right next to the blonde in the half shirt.

- It was either that or... ? Fassbender's Hog!

No day jobs. No responsibilities.

Just the music and the open road.

And let me guess.

I'm on tambourine.

Uh, oh.

- Well... - Uh...

we didn't exactly, uh, factor you in.

Yeah.

Well, uh, what do you know about driving a tour bus?

Or... Or... Or picking out

only green M&M's from bags of other M&M's?

Hey, hey, hey. Hold up.

Band meeting.

Ugh!

We cannot have a girl

in a band named Jenny McCarthy Tank Top.

I guess that would be pretty weird.

Unless it's Jenny McCarthy.

So we're agreed then?

We put the kibosh on chicks in the bank

who aren't Jenny McCarthy?

Even a half-chick like Patty?

? Jenny McCarthy Tank Top ?

I'm sorry, man,

but there's just no room for you in Jenny McCarthy...

- ? Tank Top ? - ? Top ?

And what about Allison?

She's in the bathroom getting all dolled up

to be a groupie.

Oh, you know,

I'd say you could be a groupie, too, Patty,

but you obviously can't be with Neil, so...

you'd have to be Pete's.

Too clingy.

Allison?

Patty?

Yes.

Obviously.

What're you doing in here?

I'm...

Jesus, what the hell happened to you?

Nothing.

Uh...

you sure?

Yeah. I'm fine.

- You're sobbing. - No, I'm not.

I'm not.

Last time I cried was, like, 10 years ago,

and even then, it was 'cause I saw a dog

get hit by a car outside the package store.

What, am I made of stone?

Even Uncle Chuck pretended to have allergies that day, okay?

- Ugh. - Shut up.

It's been happening all week.

It's like a physical thing.

I can't help it. It's like a... a sneeze.

Yeah.

I like to get drunk alone in the tub to sneeze, too.

I should just get used to it, right?

"Drunk and alone" is a nice snapshot

of the rest of my life.

- Come on. - No, you come on!

I've done some shit, Patty.

I'm like a monster now. I-I hurt people.

I lied to a police officer.

You think that's the worst thing you've done?

I just risked everything

so that afterwards, when it's done,

- I get to die alone. - Jesus.

And I'm basically all dried up down there,

so I can't even have kids to guilt into loving me.

What?

Do you even want kids?

Of course.

That's what you do.

I just don't want Kevin's.

No. Hey.

Gimme that.

I'm broken.

And before all this,

you were the picture of perfection?

Please.

Thank you.

No, I...

I mean, I couldn't stand being around you before.

You had the presence of, like, a pointy houseplant.

But a naggy one. A naggy ficus.

Is this you being nice?

I mean, I came up here looking for you

not because things were going to shit

and I had to talk to you, but because I wanted to.

I'm just... I'm saying...

if this is you broken...

If this is you broken...

stay broken.

Come on.

- What? - Come on.

- In there? - Mm-hmm.

Oh!

Shut up.

Hey.

I like talking to you, too.

So maybe we can die alone together.

? Oh, my love ?

? Oh, my love ?

? My darling ?

? I've hungered for your touch ?

? A long, lonely time ?

You are the right person.

You.

Okay?

? Ooh, my love ?

Okay.

? Ooh, my love ?

? My love ?

Is there anyone you can think of who's been in conflict

with your husband lately?

Anyone who... might want to hurt him?

I don't... Everybody loves Kevin.

Was there an argument earlier in the day

with a friend of his?

Uh, Neil?

He and the intruder were on the same hockey team

together at Burncoat.

I mean, maybe.

No, K...

Neil's not capable of something like this.

You'd be surprised how dark people can be

beneath the surface.

Oh, no. I don't mean capable like that.

I mean, um...

You know, the guy who jumps off a bridge

'cause all of his friends are doing it?

That's not Neil.

Neil's the guy who offers to jump in first to see

if the water's too cold.

The heck?

Who's throws something like this away?

Future album cover art for Jenny McCarthy Tank Top?

Uh, yes, please!

No, please.

Come on in.

Good morning, Neil.

Neil?

Good morning?

Oh, hi. So... I didn't see you.

And your cop friend.

S-Sorry.

At ease.

It's actually great that you're here.

Can I get your advise on something?

- Move. - No!

Leave her alone, Neil!

No, it's okay. What you got?

Well, let's just say

you had some evidence that your co-lead singer

and co-lead guitarist was doing something sneaky

that could break up Jenny McCarthy Tank Top

before it even started?

I'm really not following, Neil.

I found these in the trash outside.

They're forms and pamphlets from a baby making clinic.

Pamphlets with babies on them.

Forms with Allison on them.

You know what this means?

That's it's very personal information,

and you should stay out of other people's marriages?

No, it means that Kevin's been lying to me.

So you want to do an interrogation?

Exactly. Teach me how.

No, Tammy's off duty. Leave her alone!

It's okay, Patty.

I don't mind sharing a little of my expertise.

Great.

So I was thinking we get him,

and I tie him down to a chair,

and then I shine a light in his eyes, real dramatic-like.

Well, that's illegal.

But what we usually do is make the perp think

we have more evidence than we do.

By shining a light in his eyes, real dramatic-like?

Not exactly.

First, we start with a couple baseline questions

that have nothing to do with the crime

so we can establish a good relationship.

"Questions for good relationship."

Then you should stay quiet as much as you can.

Stay quiet, as in, "Don't ask him anything

because it's none of your business."

As in... let the perp talk.

And if I have a photo or a piece of evidence

that I think might take him by surprise,

I slide it across the table.

Real... dramatic-like?

Real dramatic-like.

Then I watch their face.

You're looking for signs of recognition.

What if this guy's a real mastermind?

I mean, he once snuck booze into Gillette Stadium

in a fake fat stomach...

over his real fat stomach.

What if he outsmarts me, and I can't tell?

Well, then my partner and I

would do a little good cop/bad cop.

Oh! That's good.

"Good cop/bad cop".

Man, you are way funner than Allison to have around.

Thanks for your help.

Happy interrogating.

Is there any other kind?

No! Stop.

You can't go getting into other people's business.

Fine.

Kevin.

Interesting to find you here.

Uh, yeah.

Hey, how's your guitar coming?

'Cause I've been thinking, it might be cooler

if I just sing and hold the guitar

and you play for both of us.

Hey, Kev, I got a couple of questions.

Okay.

How many beans do you think are in a standard Bush's can?

- I don't know. - Great.

What a fun relationship we've established.

Are you okay?

Did you try to put on a fake mustache

with airplane glue again?

Kev, listen, I'm on your team here.

So why don't you tell me what you need to tell me?

Uh, o-okay.

Uh, I was gonna wait until Pete got back,

but I guess I can tell you now.

I booked us a gig for the band.

Wait, no way.

Really? That's wicked awesome.

Hey, I got some art we can use for the poster and...

Mnm, no. No.

That's... That's not it.

Huh?

Kev, listen,

I'm your friend here, okay?

You can come clean,

because I'm being nice.

What...

What is this? What are these notes?

It says "Good Cod Bad Cod."

Are these babies?

Oh, so that's how you wanna play it, huh?!

I know you're trying to start a family without me, Kevin!

Have you even thought about what this'll do to the band?!

You may as well have named the baby Yoko!

Aah!

This is...

Wait, is...

- Allison? - Oh, yeah, yeah.

Sure, you didn't know about any of this.

Of course not.

Oh.

I never want babies.

They get to sleep whenever they want,

and I think that's unfair.

Th... That's what I thought.

Well, then I've made a huge mistake, huh?

No, Neil, it's, uh...

It's good you brought this to me.

Why would Allison go to the vaginacologist without you?

Why indeed, Neil.

Why, indeed.

Don't take that sleuthing hat off just yet.

We've got a case to crack.

The music will have to wait!

That's a solidly built guitar.

Let's go!

Allison.

I'm gonna need you to walk us through today,

before the shooting.

I know it's hard,

but really, I'm your friend here.

We're almost done.

Did you notice anything outside of your usual routine?

No.

I woke up. I-I went to work at the diner... Bev's.

And, yeah, there was nothing unusual there.

Just, uh, let me know if I can get you anything else.

Yeah. We ordered two coffees.

Of course. Okay.

Yeah. One sec.

Um, two coffees, when you have a sec.

Whatever you want.

You okay?

I'm fine.

Hey, wait.

I know it's been a hard week for both of us,

but, um...

we can still talk, you know?

And if you're in a bad place, then...

Hmm?

I just don't like the idea of you drinking alone.

I've tried to find answers

in the bottom of a rocks glass, too,

and I can tell you, it doesn't work.

I-I wasn't... I wasn't drinking alone.

I had some wine with a friend last night.

Oh.

I'm not, like, drowning my sorrows.

Of course.

I am fine.

I'm, uh...

happy, even.

Great.

Yeah.

Me, too.

Okay.

'Kay.

Hey.

We were going to wait, but Mom was hungry.

But we understand.

You're busy at your little cafe.

What?

What "what?"

You're moping.

I'm just...

I'm sorry I was late.

Well, they were just giving me a hard time

about the reno before you got here.

Sorry. I should've been here to back you up.

It's okay.

Should've expected it.

I mean, they always need something to pick at

that isn't their marriage.

Why get divorced if you can just

throw money at projects to distract yourself?

You think they should've?

Uh, yeah.

A long time ago.

Instead of taking their hatred for each other out

on everybody else.

God, yes.

You know, sometimes,

I feel like I borrowed money from a loan shark,

the way your mom "naturally"

works the diner's profit into conversations.

Can't see through that at all.

And then your dad pretends

like he's on everyone's side, right?

"Dearest, please.

We mustn't talk finances in front of the children."

Would've been less painful to borrow money

from someone who'd just break my fingers.

What?

What?

They're...

very generous with us.

And where are your parents any time we need anything?

Okay, that's not... I'm just agreeing with you.

They've taken us to the Bahamas every Christmas

for how many years?

And that's very nice of them.

But I never asked for the Bahamas.

They just want us to be happy.

And we wouldn't afford this kitchen without them,

let alone your kitchen.

Oh, you mean the, uh, "little cafe" they funded?

- Stop it. - You think they'll ever let me

be proud of that place?

Of building anything, knowing it came from them?

I'm just their latest thing to throw money at.

Well, let's be honest, you're a hell of a project!

Where are you going?!

Maybe I don't want to waste the next 15 years

trying to distract myself.

Is that it?

Can I please go now?

Mm, just about.

What was Kevin doing today up to the shooting?

The human body's a house of horrors.

I just got a new recurring nightmare.

Being so small I get sucked down my shower drain is out.

That thing is in.

What kind of a sicko would choose

to do this to themselves?

Oh. Sorry, ma'am.

He didn't mean you.

He... He meant her.

God, if this is all so gross, why are we here at all?

It's simple, Neil.

It's a matter of the birds and the bees.

Ooh, go slow. This story sounds fun.

See, Allison's birds are obviously

not laying their eggs properly in her little nest.

So, that's why you think she went

to the baby doctor without you?

Definitely.

But if these quacks get in her head,

she might try pinning her issues on my bees.

- She wouldn't. - She would.

But now, she can't, because once I go in the back

and buzz in a little cup,

I'll have legal documentation

showing that my dude-hive is loaded with primo pollen.

The primo-est.

That's so smart.

It makes perfect sense.

Plus, as a bonus,

they got dirty magazines back there.

Well, can't you just, like, watch nudie stuff on your phone?

Where's your sense of history, Neil?!

These are magazines, okay? Old school.

It'll be like visiting Colonial Williamsburg

and churning my own butter.

It's an enriching experience.

You always find a way to see the magic in the world.

Attention, everyone!

Report to the living room at once!

Report to the living room! This is urgent!

The last time you claimed something was urgent,

you had a fake doctor's note

claiming you had a "meatball sub deficiency".

You knew that was fake?

Listen, none of that matters now.

I have an announcement.

Kevin, focus!

- Hey! - Sorry.

I, Kevin Garnett McRoberts, am going to be a daddy.

Oh, my God! Oh, this is so exciting!

What a blessing! Oh, my child. Oh...

What? No. What? I'm not pregnant!

Allison's right, Dad.

There is no bun in this roomy oven just yet.

But don't worry.

There will be plenty of tummy touching down the road.

Kevin, what kind of joke is this?

A cosmic one, really.

I never wanted to be a father.

You know what I say about kids...

They're only good for their tiny fingers.

Exactly.

And I'm all set there,

'cause your hands are pretty small.

That's sweet.

When you have a kid, it becomes all about them,

which means it's not about me, and that sucks.

You were a blessing, Kevin.

You never caused me a problem once.

Well, thanks, but that's 'cause

you were drunk off the blood of Christ, Pop.

But I took my talents to the baby batter bank.

The what now?

The fartility clinic.

And I found out

that my bees have 99% motility.

Runs in the family, son.

Yeah, when I got your mom pregnant,

we were in separate bathtubs, like that Cialis commercial.

Oh, come on!

It would be a slap in God's face

if I only used my business for recreational purposes.

No.

I need to populate this town with mini-Kevins,

for the good of all mankind.

- That's my boy. - So cool.

- No joke? - No joke, babe.

Oh, I know. I know.

All your dreams are coming true.

Again, there's nothing in there!

Not yet! Not yet!

But time is of the essence, because, you know,

the band is starting to really take off,

and we need to get this going now.

How awesome would it be if we got you preggo

before you left town next week?

You could celebrate the good news with your mom!

So, you're saying you want to...

like, right now?

Rrow!

No. Not right now.

No, Jenny McCarthy Tank Top

has our inaugural concert tonight,

so we have to get ready.

But after the concert, I'm all yours, hon.

You know what?

You'll be like my little at-home groupie.

I still can't believe it! I'm gonna be a daddy!

D-A-D-D-Y!

D-A-D-D-Y!

? Jenny McCarthy Tank Top ?

What an amazing night!

What an amazing night!

- Aah! - Oh.

Oh, I just had

the most amazing night of my entire life.

Oh.

The crowd demanded three karaoke encores

of "Don't Stop Believing."

You should've been there.

Although if you had been, it might've changed the vibe a little.

Sure.

Can you imagine how much people are gonna love our band

once we actually have original songs?

Or learn to play instruments?

So much.

Well, time for bed.

We both know how you are when you've had liquor.

Oh, no, no, no, no.

No, ma'am. Not tonight.

In the spirit of being a good daddy,

I have not had a drop to drink.

Just six Red Bulls.

I'll tell you,

all this talk of drugs and rock 'n' roll

has really got me thinking, you know,

there's something missing from that trifecta.

I don't know.

Maybe tonight is the night that we start...

What was that?

I think it's just the house settling.

Well, it sounded like more than that.

Okay.

There's someone in the house.

- You stay there. - Oh, this can't be happening.

This can't be happening.

Kev, I'm sure it's fine...

Is that a gun? Where the hell did you get that?

I found it out in the back yard with Neil's metal detector.

The last tenant must have buried it out there

before he went to prison.

But it's ours now.

Here's the thing... Once you decide to have kids,

there's this thing that, like, awakens in you.

You know? Like, a real... protective urge.

When I found this thing, I-I didn't know

what I was gonna do with it,

but now...

I know exactly what it's for.

I have to protect us.

All of us.

- There's still nothing in there. - Right. Sorry.

- Stay here. - Kev, don't...

- Shh! - Don't.

No. No, no, no.

No, no, no.

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