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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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