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When I was in the cave,

I saw this woman. I think she was my mom.

Don't start looking behind you.

You might not like what you find.

I want you to present to my board a budget.

Convince these assholes that you are a great investment.

Everything is upside down.

So much hatred.

I'm overwhelmed and I'm a white guy.

Dad, not every problem I have has to do with being black.

I was wondering if you'd write a foreword for my book.

I would be honored.

- I'm not sure what to write. - Well, I could read it.

Well, you'd be doing me a huge favor.

I think that's my brother's boyfriend.

What do I do?

I think you should tell your brother.

Thanks for meeting me here.

I'm celibate. I just didn't want you to get the wrong idea.

So glad you just said that.

To not fucking.

I cannot fuck all day.

I've noticed that you withdraw 300 dollars

three times a month, Simon.

I'm... I'm sorry.

I can't even look at you! Get out!

Mama?

Okay?

Good morning.

Farid?

Farid.

Hey, I was speaking Spanish.

- Mmhmm. - You don't speak Spanish.

In my dream.

What's going on with you, Farid? Hmm?

Nightmares? No, just a dream.

Strange.

Very strange.

Okay, I got to run. I left the groceries on the counter for you.

Don't wait too late to go, okay?

He doesn't answer the door after 5:00.

Who?

Uncle Amir. No.

I told you, I can't today. You're taking them.

Why don't you take them tomorrow?

No. No.

I'm coordinating regional fundraising

for the refugee crisis this week, okay?

Maybe you can get off your ass and take groceries over to the man that raised you.

And berated me, and forbade me to answer the phone,

and threatened to beat me every time I spoke Farsi.

And turned you away from Islam.

Yeah, well, he didn't need to do that.

Mmm. He got you out of Iran during the revolution.

You owe him. Get up.

Doc? You in there?

I don't have a key for the deadbolt.

Wait. Uh...

I'll be right there.

Yeah.

Fuck.

Sorry, I, uh...

I had some stuff last night.

You slept here?

I would've brought coffee.

No, I'm all right.

I'll just go down and grab some...

downstairs.

Well, I can come back later.

I just wanted to drop this off real quick.

What's that?

I finished your son's manuscript over the weekend.

He's, uh, he's your son.

It's good. Not for me, exactly,

but it could help people.

He really cares, I think.

Like you.

You wrote my foreword for me?

No.

Well, I wrote how it made me feel,

and I wrote it how a dad would, I think.

Just a first draft for you to build on, if you want.

It's what I'd want my dad to say if I, uh, you know.

You're like one of those...

elves with the shoes.

Honestly, I've been hitting a wall with this.

I don't... get it.

You seem to understand it better than I do.

Yeah. Well, thank you.

Just hope it helps. I e-mailed it to you, too.

Anyways, I'm going to get you that coffee.

Uh, wh... what are you doing later?

You have class?

Uh, just some research stuff for our 1:30.

'Cause I'm supposed to meet up with Duc.

He got me this pass for some super gym for my birthday.

Would you want to come with?

You might be able to distract him

from beating up on me too bad.

You sure I won't be in the way?

Nah, it'll be fine.

Training people is part of his gospel. He loves it.

Uh, Duc!

Hey.

That's weird. This you? Uh-huh.

This is where I live.

I gave you my card, right?

You did. Right.

Yeah. I saw you go by a couple of times.

Is this your, uh, regular running place?

I don't think I've seen you here before.

Not regular, no. Yeah.

Got to change it up with cardio, you know, keep it interesting.

Mm-hmm. Well, do you want to come in?

I mean, I can get you some water, some tea, or a towel.

Oh no. You look busy.

Oh, gutters, huh?

Oh yeah, my little garden flooded last week.

Oh.

You sure you don't want to... it's really no trouble.

No, I'm all good. Thank you.

I got to... I got to get going.

I'm going meet my dad at the gym in not too long.

Oh. Workout part four?

Okay. It's good seeing you.

You too.

Hey, wear something tighter next time.

Bye.

A racist mock lynching at James K. Polk Academy

has many students at the Portland magnet school expressing outrage.

This is a hate crime. The perpetrators should be prosecuted

while hate crimes are still against the law.

But Audrey Bayer,

a conflict-resolution consultant speaking for the school

dismissed the idea of prosecution.

These are just kids,

with their whole lives ahead of them

We have to continue to support them,

even when they screw up.

Shireen Verma News 8, Portland.

There you go. Thanks. Thanks.

You know, I could've gotten them.

That's fine.

Mom forgot that she let me borrow her credit card.

And also, you never pay for anything.

Never.

You okay? Yeah, I'm fine.

I just missed you.

I saw you the other day. Right.

Home sucks.

Mom and Dad have been kind of weird.

What happened?

I don't know. Some kind of fight, and now, Mom's doing that

staring-off-into-middle-distance- while-chewing-her-lip thing.

It's probably Dad just being spacey again.

I remember, um, my junior year...

Dad trimmed his pubes into the toilet

and forgot to flush it, and Mom realized.

And she started yelling at him for days and lost her voice.

Kristen, that was funny.

Oh my God.

What?

Okay.

I didn't mean to see him...

but I can't just not tell you.

Where?

Hawthorne Bridge. What were you doing there?

Were... Were you following him?

No, no, I wasn't.

We just... "We"?

I was with my friend, we were doing some school thing,

and I just... I saw him.

Did you tell your friend who he was?

You... you don't know what he was doing or why.

Kristen, you're so fucking immature.

I mean, you know I have enough shit going on in my life, okay?

I don't need you to be fucking ruining the good stuff.

I am not.

Ramon, he was in there for two hours. What could he be doing?

Kristen, this isn't one of your little gay porn movies, okay?

This is my fucking life.

Hey, Fred, this is Ramon.

I... I know we're supposed to be meeting this afternoon,

but I... I can't make it, so I will call and reschedule.

That seems oddly specific, Simon.

Here it comes.

Here comes the story.

I think it's the most interesting thing you've written in years.

Gigi! Monster!

Are you going to school in pajamas?

No, I'm wearing my dress.

Ooh, that sounds pretty. Go put it on for Gigi.

You tired?

Uh-huh.

You going to the gym?

Uh, no, it's... I have Krav Maga.

It's the self-defense class I'm taking.

How is it? Would I like it?

No. I don't think so.

It's, uh, it's kind of intense.

It's very much about hurting the other guy before he can hurt you.

Is that something that interests you? Yeah.

I felt threatened... the Planned Parenthood thing,

the fucking cops afterwards.

I thought Kristen said the police were nice.

They were nice to her.

You know, someone sent me a video this morning.

You were on the news a couple of days ago.

Yes, the, um... some kids at Kristen's school... I saw it.

Why were you defending them?

I wasn't. You said they were just kids,

that we should take the opportunity

to teach them rather than just... Yes.

And I also said... ...fucking kicking them out,

'cause they're Nazis. They were trying to scare

the what, the eight or nine non-white kids

in that school that are already terrified.

I know how the video looked,

and I can imagine it made you angry.

You can't be kind to dangerous people, Mom. It hurts me.

Okay? It hurts people like me. That video was edited.

I said those kids had committed a crime, it was unacceptable.

Then why did you have to say anything else?

You're equivocating for hate crimes

You know who I am.

You know what I believe. What...

What is this really about?

You've just... you've always been so...

I mean, the... the beads, the African posters,

the... serving fucking dumboy and fufu at my birthday parties.

You just have no idea what it's like

to already be different and then to have you insist that...

I... I wanted you to know who you were.

Mom, I knew who I was! I was the black girl!

Oh my God.

Do you... Do you still want me to take her to school?

Yes. Hailey!

Come on. Grandma's got to get to work.

Coming!

- Look at you. - What a beautiful dress.

Dad.

Hey, Duc.

Hey.

You remember Michael, my TA?

Yeah. Yeah, hey. How are you?

Good. Good.

I found out the package you gave me

allows three guests a month, so.

Oh. Got it.

You were right, this place is great.

I... got myself a smoothie

to flush out toxins, and ready to go.

Yeah, that... that's got a lot of sugar, actually.

You should watch out on that one.

That one too. Oh yeah.

Come on, ladies! I want good, solid uppercuts!

Let's go! Breathe!

Plant those feet. Good.

Fucking dig!

Whoa, whoa, whoa. Honey, no. No, that's not a punch.

Come on, watch. You got to drop your fucking shoulder

and come up! Right?

You got this, right? You can do better.

Remember, drop your shoulder and come up. Nice!

Drop and up!

'Cause you need to destroy the thing in front of you.

This isn't fitness, guys.

Right? This is survival,

because they want to take you,

every last part of you.

- So what do we do? - Fight!

- Till when? - Death!

- What do we do? - Fight!

- Till when? - Death!

All right! Come on!

Hello?

Steven?

Hey! Let's do this!

Where's the board?

They mostly do what I tell them.

Come tell me what to tell them.

All right, let's go. 10 more seconds. Keep pushing.

And three, two, one, and stop.

Great warm-up, Dad. I got this.

Michael, not bad, man.

You work out? Just my bike around town.

Pulse is a little high, Dad. Yeah.

All right. Get some water. Weights next.

It's cool, you doing this for him,

and I appreciate you having me along.

Yeah, no problem.

Hey, so I hope it's okay,

but your dad let me take a look at your manuscript.

And I wanted to tell you in person I loved it.

Really? Yeah, it was really powerful.

I never felt so... inadequate and inspired at the same time.

Honestly, it reminded me of your dad's writing.

That's... Yeah?

Oh man, that strain of true moral imperative,

to be your best, to contribute to the greater good,

So great.

Wow. Thanks, man. I... I always felt

a little out of touch with his philosophy stuff,

Well, philosophy, period.

Well, you're more like him than you think.

Hey, Ramon, it's Farid Shokrani.

I think you might be making a mistake by not coming in.

We still have to process what happened at Forest Park.

You might even be doing yourself damage by skipping our session.

So please... please call me.

Hey, babe.

Did you fuck the guy in the tent?

What's up?

Did you fuck the guy in the tent?

Hi. Here you go. Hey, watch the counter for a sec. Okay.

Get the fuck over here right now.

What are you doing?

What the fuck you doing? It's my fucking job!

Oh, not pounding homeless guys under bridges?

What are you saying?

Kristen. Hmm? Mm-hmm.

She was by the Hawthorne Bridge a few days ago,

says you were in that tent for two hours.

Wow.

Well, you know, I wasn't sure until I was looking at you.

Who the fuck are you, man?

Who the... We're not a...

You don't get to fucking tell me who I can see or where...

Don't... don't do that. Don't... don't what?

You stay at my place!

I mean, you... you asked to meet my family, dude.

You take my fucking key!

Is that it? That's what this is... a fucking key? No, it's not!

I didn't ask for your fucking key, Ramon!

I didn't ask to fucking stay with you!

What I wanted was to be there for you, and I was,

so I don't need this shit. Oh, no, you don't?

No. You know, I saw your truck parked outside,

before I walked in. I saw your tent and all the shit in the back of your truck,

and I realized, just now, how fucking stupid I am,

because I still didn't put it together, because I didn't want to.

You're a liar.

You've been lying to me this whole fucking time. How the fuck have I lied?

You're fucking homeless! That's how!

I didn't lie. I didn't say anything.

Yeah, not saying anything is the fucking lie, Henry.

Why would you, right?

I mean, how do you tell someone

that you're fucking them for their indoor plumbing?

That's not...

I got to get back to work. Um...

I'll call you later. No, I'll leave your stuff outside in the hall.

You can come pick it up later. Okay.

Hold up.

Here you go. Thanks.

Goodbye, Henry. Yeah, man. Good luck.

Oh my God.

I could fucking throw up right now.

You did good.

I'm Denise, by the way.

Hi. I'm Ashley.

You been in before? I haven't seen you.

A couple times.

I... started with the guy instructor, Roger.

Yeah, everybody chooses Roger at first,

probably 'cause you could see his big, old dick right through his sweatpants.

Oh God.

I don't need that kind of distraction. I'm trying to learn something.

Uh-huh. And don't think he doesn't know it either.

I honestly don't know if he's even a good teacher.

I've never noticed.

This lady though... Mm-hmm.

Tina will break you the fuck in half.

Like she's so scary, I feel scary.

I... I almost went home and bullied my husband after the last class.

Well, don't get too confident.

This'll help, but even she'll tell you,

if they're close enough to touch you, it's usually too late.

Mmm? Yeah.

How about you? Have you been doing it a while?

This and other stuff. Kind of need the routine.

I was in the Marines for a while, could never really shake the mindset.

What mindset?

Be ready for what's coming.

Oh.

See you next class.

Mm-hmm.

Um, there's also a sauna downstairs,

and you also should be sleeping too, Dad,

which by the way...

Ah. It's been a rough couple of nights,

but it's nothing.

I want it on the record, though, despite appearances,

I was once an athlete.

Yeah. And I was once a great finger painter.

Wait. Really?

Yeah, I lettered at wide receiver

my junior year of high school,

played some varsity basketball, too.

No college ball?

No. I was recruited some, but no.

Why not?

Well, I, uh...

I found out my brother, Archie, was dead...

the summer before my senior year.

He'd been MIA for a long time,

but they found him, and, uh...

Yeah, they found him...

not far from where we would find you, eventually.

They recovered his body near my village?

Yeah. I never knew that.

I guess I was...

chasing some of Archie's high school records, and...

I didn't want them after that.

It seemed... unimportant, you know? So I quit.

I'm sorry. I... I...

It never occurred to me how deeply the war had...

Dad, I'm so sorry. I had... I had no idea.

Ah. Anyway...

Yeah.

Listen, we got to get going. We have class in a half hour.

Oh. Wait. Um... actually...

This is the foreword. I'm sorry it took so long.

I just wanted to get it right.

Oh. Thanks, Dad.

Yeah. I hope you like it.

For example, Rockland Elementary, which is overwhelmingly white,

had recently begun an initiative to teach Civil Rights history.

But... it backfired.

The white kids started bullying some of the younger black kids

into riding in the back of the bus.

They Rosa Parks'ed 'em.

And by the sixth grade, those same black kids

were using the back of the bus as a place of...

power, control...

and sometimes revenge.

And by the time that I got there to talk

to these kids, black and white...

half of them had forgotten where it all started.

It had just curdled...

until they were asked to see it

from each other's side, really see it, you know?

Excellent.

I love it. I'm sold.

Uh, well, wait. Um...

We... We have to build from the ground level,

you know, teacher education,

neighborhood-specific cross-cultural immersion,

conflict resolution programming. I said, "Sold." You going to talk me out of it?

Well, you need to know this, so I can justify the budget. What's the budget?

It's right... Oh.

Right there.

Um, right... 865 annually

for three salaried program specialists,

besides myself, for, uh, support staff,

uh, office space... Denied.

You're thinking too small. Forget ground level.

How about we design a pilot program for the entire state?

Let's figure out how we can prove this model to the whole country.

Refigure your budget with some more zeros,

get a new staffing count, and in six months,

we'll be pitching this thing to three more states. Deal?

This is your office, by the way.

See you tomorrow morning.

How often do you think about killing somebody?

Uh, not that much. Bi-monthly?

How detailed? Like, what's your method?

I think just beating them to death.

I've never been in a fight though, so I doubt it'd play out that well.

I think about it a lot,

like once a day.

And I don't even have to be mad about anything.

Like, I thought about throwing you in front of a car the other day.

Okay.

I got to go. Wait. Why?

I don't... I don't want to kill you right now.

I'm going to Friday noon prayer.

I missed last week, and I'm already late.

Can I come? Why are you mopey?

I told Ramon.

Ah. Okay, come on, but you can't wear that.

Have a good night. He was great today. Oh great.

Oh, Ms. Collins, hi. I'll grab Hailey for you.

Hailey, Mommy's here!

- What's the matter, baby? - What's wrong?

Baby, you don't want to tell Mommy?

Mommy, are we poopy?

What? Did someone call you poopy?

Chloe did.

Why would she say that?

Because I'm brown.

Oh my God.

You're poopy too.

Honey, can you point out Chloe to Mommy?

That's a new coat?

Yes, it is.

Have a seat, baby. Listen. Look at Mommy.

You're not poopy, okay?

I want you to put everything in your backpack. I'm going to be right back.

Okay. Okay.

Just perfect. Jacket cost me a fortune.

Just send me an e-mail. Great. I will. I will definitely.

Thank you so much. Okay.

Hi. Chloe's mom? Yes.

Hi, I'm Hailey's mom, Ashley.

Hailey, Hailey. Oh, yes, yes, yes.

You are... you are Malcolm's wife.

Yes, it's nice to meet you.

Mmm. Babette Gibson.

Good to meet you, Babette. Hi, Chloe.

Hi. Hi. Uh, can we... can we talk?

Oh. Sure. Yeah, of course.

Can you play for just one more second? Mm-hmm.

Yes? Okay, I'll be there in a second. Yeah?

What's going on? So, Hailey is really upset.

Apparently Chloe told her that she is poopy because she is brown.

Oh my God. Right.

Yeah, so I was hoping that you could talk to Chloe about it and maybe...

Oh, Chloe would never say something like that.

Excuse me? No. Never.

She would never ever say something like that.

I... It must have been somebody else. I am so sorry. That is...

Well, Mrs. Gibson, Hailey doesn't make things like this up,

and I've never even heard her use the word "poopy" before, so...

Yeah, but Chloe simply never would.

I mean, I've never heard her use the word either.

Yeah. I am so sorry.

I mean, my... my brother-in-law is Indian, and...

What... I don't... And the word "poopy"?

"Poopy." No. I'm so sorry.

I'm... I... look. I get it.

Talking about skin color can be really uncomfortable.

Are you really going to...

Let's... No, you're not.

No, you're not. Are you serious? Yes.

Mrs. Malcolm, listen. Listen.

We teach our children that there is no such thing as skin color.

Mmm. Right?

We're all just people, so. Mmm.

And truthfully, when your daughter, Hailey,

called my Chloe a carrot head,

last month... Mmm.

That happened, so I didn't come running

to you and your husband and accuse you

of... all this with the poopies and you know.

Chloe! My love, we're going to go.

I am so sorry about that. Yeah. Oh. Oh.

So sorry. Oh God.

That's awful. I'm so sorry. Yeah. It is. It is.

See you tomorrow. Mm-hmm.

Let's go, baby.

Sweetie.

Wait. That's it?

Yup.

I thought it was going to be like...

Looks like a store.

Yeah, we had a minaret and a big sign for the front

that said "Chock full of Muslims,"

but then we decided against it.

Hilarious.

I shouldn't have hit the vaporizer.

I feel all fucking anxious now.

Don't be.

Okay, I'm going in. Oh, wait.

I...

have to put this on you.

Also, by the way... Mm-hmm.

Why do the girls have to be separate?

It just feels very... Sexist?

How dare you? This is my faith, my culture.

Don't make fun of me.

All right.

I think... we're good.

Ready?

Let's go.

And so, in times like these, we look to understand

the invisible forces around us...

Shit... inviting chaos into our lives.

I didn't wear socks. It's fine.

Verses 15:26 to 27

tell us simply that God created man...

I'm going in. Meet me here after. ...from dried clay.

And He created the jinn before that

from smokeless flame and fire.

On paper, the jinn sound kind of cool.

Invisible...

living in a parallel world right here on this Earth,

able to change physical form and influence our lives.

Some good, some evil,

some purely agents of chaos.

You know, like X-Men.

But let's not get it twisted, folks.

Allah...

gave us and them... Come. Sit here.

The blessing of free will. You'll get a better feel for it.

Move over, baby.

The will to choose between right and wrong.

Some of it's in Arabic, but you don't have to understand.

So, let us pray...

so that we are mindful of the choice...

to do good in our lives...

and our communities, Muslim and non-Muslim alike.

Ramon.

Uh, no, it's your wife.

Oh, hey. What's up?

Don't forget Uncle Amir, okay?

Yeah, yeah, I'm leaving right now. My last session canceled.

Try to remember how much pain he's in,

and how lonely and afraid he is.

- Just look past the hostility. - It's really not that hard.

You're so sexy when you're condescending.

Goodbye.

We have violence and mayhem...

exploding all across this great nation, ladies and gentlemen.

Uncle Amir?

Hello?

Oh.

I brought you groceries, Uncle.

Put them away, do the dishes, and go.

Are you sure you don't want me to vacuum

or clean the bathroom for you?

Your wife can do it next time.

Layla is not your maid.

I could arrange for one, if you'd like.

We all know that you're rich, Farid.

Here's your shit.

Ungrateful boy.

You have grown fatter.

Layla's a wonderful cook.

Yes. She is a good woman.

I hoped the same for my brother, but no.

He found your mother.

A whore, then fanatic, but never a good cook.

For the better, fat one.

You always ate all the bow ties.

Mariposas.

Hey, Mom.

So, this is what everybody's been talking about...

being heartbroken.

You know, I can feel it...

when I breathe?

It really hurts.

No... nobody ever tells you how it really hurts.

Oh sweetheart.

Can I...

Do you want me to cook something?

I can make my spaghetti or some chicken pockets.

No, I'm fine.

I'm fine.

Actually, um... when does Dad get home?

Should be any time now I guess.

Can you have him get me some Pok Pok Wings?

What?

Yeah. Yeah, of course. I'll call him.

Sweet.

Hello.

Listen to me very closely.

Ramon broke up with that guy he was dating.

He's here now. He's very upset.

He doesn't know you're not staying here, and he doesn't need to.

He asked if you could bring Pok Pok Wings home.

I can do that.

You are not staying here.

You will leave as soon as he and Kristen

lay down for the night. Do you understand?

Yeah, yeah, no problem. No problem, I...

- Listen, honey, I'm... - Greg.

We don't have anything else to talk about.

Bring the food.

Do you need...

"That a boy so different from myself should seek,

"like myself, to guide like minds

"to some sense of place in this existence,

"for that man to be my own son

"reminds me that there is a rhythm,

a beauty, a purpose beneath all things."

I hope you thanked the old bastard.

This thing almost made me cry.

I'm... headed to the house in a minute.

I got him a bottle of Lagavulin 25.

Your practice must be doing extremely well.

At the moment, yes.

We'll work that into the marketing.

Sounds great.

Congratulations. Thank you.

Oh, I'm sorry you had to go through that, kid. It's not fair.

Yeah.

Part of it is, I'm not even sure I did the right thing.

Why would I show up to his work in front of all those people?

And I didn't even let him answer the question.

I don't know if he slept with that guy, and even if he did,

we didn't really set any fucking rules, so.

Honey, excuse me, but that is bullshit.

You are not at fault for expecting someone to treat you with respect.

Sneaking off to sleep with some drug addict,

sneaking off to sleep with anybody, just the sneaking off.

You should not need notarized paperwork

for someone you care about to behave with decency...

Mom, guys can be different, okay?

The rules aren't always the same.

Wait. Do you love this guy?

Hi.

I'm just home.

Hi.

I'll be upstairs.

Ramon, do you love him?

I don't know.

Yeah.

Well, look, maybe you do need to talk again with him.

About what?

He loves him.

That matters.

Might be worth saving.

It doesn't matter.

If you can't trust him, honey, he's not worth your love.

Yeah.

Anyway, um...

I'm going to head upstairs.

I suppose, it's just I don't find those kinds

of metaphors useful as a part of faith.

Well, I think I understand more after the sermon today.

Oh? Imam Chuck was saying jinn are just like angels or demons

in that symbolic, elemental way.

No, I know, I just mean, I don't find another mythical creature

to be symbolically important.

Well, but Jinn are different, that was his point.

They kind of make sense as a third way.

Not good or evil, but... unpredictable,

the way they pop up in nature, in other people...

Or in dreams.

Are you saying that our dreams may be influenced by spiritual creatures?

More like... spiritual energy.

I'm saying, whatever names we give it,

there is something connecting us to something else

that's way stranger and deeper...

than anything we can possibly imagine.

I'm turning in.

You can be angry with me.

- Oh, can I? - Well, thank you so much.

That kid up there is devastated.

We cannot let whatever's happening between us...

- "Whatever's happening"? - Audrey.

Whatever is happening? Is this some mystery to you?

You paid a Japanese prostitute to let you stick your dick inside her!

I am trying to hold the shambles of my fucking life together,

and our son is having a fucking psychotic break

while you encourage him to keep dating a homeless barista!

So you've made your choice! I want you out! That's ridiculous.

I was lost.

We were lost to each other, and you fucking know it.

And yes, I did something terrible,

but I had to do something, because I honestly could not remember

why I was even fucking breathing!

I was lost.

And I'm sorry.

Is it good? It's as good as it looks.

We have to get some food somehow today.

You know, I came in here pretty skinny,

and I have 40 days to survive out here,

and without food, protein, it'll be a problem.

So, got some fishing line here.

- Are you ready? - Yup.

Let's go fish.

Well, I can't get my foot wet. That's all right.

So, I got a phone call this afternoon.

Uh-huh. You got into an argument with Babette?

She fucking called you?

Oh. Okay, so no fight then.

She called you behind my... What?

Who the fuck does that? Ashley.

It do... What happened?

Chloe, the little girl, she called my daughter poopy.

Sorry.

Go on.

That little shit told our daughter

that her skin is brown because she's poopy,

that she stinks, and that I stink.

But you don't stink.

Two guesses why.

Okay, I'm sorry.

I understand.

But what did you say to Babette?

First of all, could you stop saying her name like you've been inside of her, please?

Oh. Fucking seriously?

You're fucking serious? Okay, I know her.

I know her husband. Our children are classmates.

I very politely asked her to speak with her daughter about what she said to Hailey,

then she denied Chloe could've ever said such a thing,

because she has a Chinese cousin or some such.

She says you called her racist.

Really? Is that what she said? What do you think?

I think something is going on with you lately.

I think that this is a private school...

and I think that Hailey could end up

with these same kids in her class for a very long time,

and I don't think you can go around calling their parents racist.

Hmm. Well, how about this?

Why don't you call Babette back,

and the two of you can work it out on your own?

Ashley, that... No. Get the fuck out of my face.

You can come in.

You okay, Mom?

Is Ramon?

Is this the Torah?

Yeah.

It's nice.

- Hello? - Doc Boatwright!

Michael? Are you okay? What's that noise?

The wind, and I'm great! She said yes!

- What? - Emma, my girlfriend!

I just asked her to marry me, and she said yes!

Oh, that's incredible!

Congratulations.

Thank you. I wanted you to be the first to know.

Actually, I wanted to ask...

Go ahead.

Hello?

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