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- Hey, did you have fun? - You should have seen me.

I hit ten free throws in a row.

I was, like, "One... [swooshing] ... two--"

Okay.

You can tell me about the next eight after you take a shower, stinky.

Hey, hey, hey!

- Guess who got fan mail. - Is it me?

- Why would you get fan mail? - People like me.

Wow. Look at you, you big stud.

Stud? Well, according to this young lady,

I'm like "a song of sparrow...

familiar, yet different and wonderful each time it's heard."

[smacks lips]

[sighs]

- Should I be jealous? - I wouldn't worry.

She doesn't get out of prison for another eight to ten years.

- Please? - No.

- Please? - Nope.

- Please? - [sighs]

- Well, okay. - Really?

- No. - Mom, this is so unfair.

I never get to see Scott 'cause of your rule that we have to be with a group.

[scoffs] Look, you're 14, he's 17.

If you round that off, you're ten, he's 20. Sorry.

- This is all your fault, you know. - How is this my fault?

'Cause they trusted you, and look what happened.

Oh, give me a break, Kyra. You're 14.

I didn't get pregnant until I was 17.

You're right. Honor roll, straight A's. I brought this on myself.

- We'll be your group. - What?

Yeah. Van and I will go out with you and Scott. It'll be fun.

For who?

Oh, come on, Kyra.

We never get to hang out together.

- Let's not ruin that. - Why not? Van and I are cool.

No, you're parents, which makes you, by definition, not cool.

Not cool? Well, a certain young lady in Cell Block C would disagree.

Yeah. And besides,

having a baby does not automatically make you a parent.

That's the truth.

- Hey, Reba. - Hey, Barbra Jean.

- Kyra's in the kitchen. - Oh, I didn't come to get Kyra.

- I came to talk to you. - That's too bad.

You just missed me.

I need to ask you a question that's a bit... awkward.

Do you have to?

Don't we already have enough uncomfortable moments between us?

Besides, I have a headache,

and I'm pretty sure it's from the last time we spoke.

How did Brock act when he and I were sneakin' around behind your back?

When? Who? What? What?

I think Brock's havin' an affair.

And just like that, my headache's gone.

[theme song playing]

[Reba] Hey, hey.

♪ My roots are planted in the past ♪

♪ Though my life is changing fast ♪

♪ Who I am is who I want to be ♪

♪ A single mom who works too hard ♪

♪ Who loves her kids and never stops ♪

♪ With gentle hands ♪

♪ And the heart of a fighter ♪

♪ I'm a survivor ♪

You think Brock's havin' an affair,

and you figure I'm the one to come talk to about this?

Well, I don't know anyone else he's cheated on.

And just like that, the headache's back.

[B.J. grunts]

I'm sorry. I'm sorry. I know this is just terrible,

but it's drivin' me crazy.

Lately, we have been fightin' a lot, and... and now he's bein' all secretive.

See? That's the problem with marrying the guy you had an affair with.

It destroys the trust.

Look, I'm sure there's a perfectly good explanation for whatever he's done.

I don't know. You know, he hasn't been at the golf course

a couple times when I've tried to reach him.

He probably was. He just didn't want you to bother him. Next.

The other day, he was on the phone, and when I came in the room, he hung up.

As if the call were over? Next.

He's written a bunch of checks out to "Cash."

- How much cash? - A couple thousand.

- Get a lawyer. - [grunts]

I knew it! I knew there was another woman!

I just cannot believe there is another woman.

How many women does one man need?

- Are you smilin'? - Oh, well, look...

You'll have to understand that this is a very confusing situation for me.

This is the worst feeling I have ever had.

Oh, Reba, I am so sorry

if I ever made you feel the way I feel right now.

Look, don't think of it as Brock gettin' a mistress.

Think of it as us gettin' a new girl for our club.

Oh, God!

Barbra Jean, you can't go on like this.

You have to find out if he's cheatin'.

Yeah. I just can't believe it.

You expect it from other men, but not Brock!

- Just ask him. - I can't, Reba.

Next to havin' an affair, accusing somebody of doin' it

is the best way to break up a marriage.

Well, I don't know what else to tell you.

- You could ask him. - [laughs]

No. He would understand it if you don't trust him.

- No. No. No way. - Please, Reba?

- Please, please, please? - No!

- Please? Please? - No!

Please!

- Oh, all right! - [sobbing]

Man, you're way better at that than Kyra is.

Hey, guys. I have to go over to Brock and Barbra Jean's house.

- Don't be surprised if I come back drunk. - Wait. Glad to know. Hold on.

Wait. You're... You're leaving? Who's gonna watch Elizabeth?

- Oh, my gosh! That was close. - Yeah.

I almost left her alone in the house with her parents.

They all want grandchildren,

but they just don't think about the consequences.

Oh, Kyra, I started to get worried. Where's Scott?

I don't know. He was supposed to come over half an hour ago.

- Did you call him? - It's no big deal.

He must've gotten hung up somewhere. We'll go out another time.

Oh, you poor thing. You know, you shouldn't be home alone tonight.

Why don't you watch Elizabeth, and Cheyenne and I will go out?

- Van. - What? I said, "You poor thing."

It's okay. We'll wait on him.

We've got some time before Mom comes back anyway.

Oh, you know, I just remembered.

I did talk to him, and he had a game tonight.

- Kyra, what's going on? - Nothing.

- Kyra. - I don't want to talk about it with you.

Cheyenne.

You wanna talk about it with me?

Sure. Why don't you go make us some tea, and I'll be in in a minute?

Okay.

- Bye. - No, no. Kyra.

Something's really wrong.

Cheyenne, I want to go home.

No. Not until you tell me what's going on.

- Fine. I'll go out the back. - Kyra--

Where's the tea? I can only find the salt.

- Kyra. - Fine!

He dumped me. Are you happy?

- He what? - Yeah. Scott just broke up with me.

[Cheyenne] Oh.

Hey there, pretty bride.

Anyone have any objections now? [sobs]

[knock on door]

Hey, Barbra Jean...

- Hey, how you doin'? - Oh, super good. Yeah.

Yeah. Um, um, I'm just tryin' to look on the positive side.

The good thing about your husband cheatin' on you

is my house has never been cleaner.

Oh, I wouldn't eat that. They're for Brock.

Oh, okay.

Oh, isn't it...

Look, wouldn't you rather talk to Brock about, uh,

him havin' an affair, and just call me about it later?

No, no, no. No. I... No. I... Yeah.

I can't even look at him without

thinking about him in the arms of another--

- [hyperventilating] - Barbra Jean, breathe.

Breathe. Breathe. Okay, fine. I'll ask him!

- Calm down. Breathe. - [breathing slows]

- Happy thoughts. - Yeah. Happy thoughts.

- Beanie Babies. - Beanie Babies.

- Hey, honey, I'm back. - [hyperventilating resumes]

Hey, Reba. How's it going?

Don't you wanna know what that was about?

Not really. How good could it be?

So, what are you doin' over here?

Well, Barbra Jean and I were gonna do something,

but now I guess I'm off the hook.

So, do you know why she keeps doing that?

Me? Nope.

Too bad.

'Cause it's really annoying.

Annoying?

You think she's annoying?

Your wife is in there heep-heepin', and you have the nerve--

Are you havin' an affair?

What?

An affair. That thing where you periodically ruin everybody's lives

because you still wanna feel 17?

- Why would you ask me that? - [chuckles]

Because that's why your wife is so upset, you moron.

And because God does have a sense of humor, she comes runnin' to me.

I'm not havin' an affair, okay?

And why am I supposed to believe you?

Because I'm not dumb enough to make the same mistake twice.

Oh, come on. You make the same mistake twice,

you're just gettin' warmed up.

All right, look...

If I tell you what's goin' on, will you promise to keep it a secret?

Yeah, all right. What is it?

Okay.

[sighs] I gotta tell ya,

it's not an easy thing for me to admit.

It's rude to talk and eat. Go on.

Anyway, I've been thinking about my life a lot lately.

I mean, I've got this terrific wife, great kids,

everything I ever dreamed of, and I'm miserable.

It's like... [sighs]

I've got it all, Reba, and I'm just not happy.

It's like I've lost the ability to feel joy, so...

[chuckles]

So I...

went and saw a therapist.

She told me that I'm clinically depressed.

- Really? - Yeah.

She put me on antidepressants.

So that's what this is all about?

- Yeah. - So why didn't you tell Barbra Jean?

- You scared her to death. - 'Cause I don't want her to know.

Are you serious? You'd rather her think

you're havin' an affair than bein' on medication?

Well, one of them has a stigma.

- Brock! - No.

It makes me feel weak.

Do you have any idea how humiliating this is for me?

- I don't want her to know. - Know?

What don't you want me to know?

That I'm having an affair.

You're cheatin' on me?

[hyperventilating]

Brock, tell her the truth. I hate that sound.

I'm seein' a therapist.

Who is she? What's the tramp's name?

- I'm seeing her professionally. - You're paying for it?

- Oh! - Oh!

Barbra Jean, he's not cheatin' on you. He's in therapy!

Therapy? Why?

Well, there are a lot of things

that I've been burying deep for a long time that I needed to confront.

You're gay.

I knew you were too good-lookin'!

He's not gay. He's not even that good-lookin'.

- He's clinically depressed. - No, he's not.

Actually, I am, and the last ten minutes haven't helped it.

No. No, I'm sorry.

If my husband was depressed, I think I'd know about it.

Well, he is, and he's takin' antidepressants.

- You'd love that, wouldn't you? - What are you talkin' about?

He's depressed. He's been that way for a while now.

So when he ran off with me, it's because he had a mental disease!

That's not a mental disease. That's just bad taste!

All right. I think this is getting a little out of hand.

Oh, how would you know, you pill popper?

Hey, those pills make me feel better.

Honey, you don't need happy pills.

You only need me.

I will make you happy!

Barbra Jean, he needs your support right now.

He needs to get a grip.

You wanted to sell your dental practice, I didn't make a peep.

You wanted to become a professional golfer, I went along.

But I will not let you take pills that make you a different person!

I will not let you say that our marriage was a mistake!

- Barbra Jean-- - No!

And if you tell him any different, you are no longer welcome here!

I don't ever wanna see or talk to you again!

Maybe we should have gone with the gay thing.

Did you have a fight? Was he seeing someone else?

Was he pressuring you, Kyra?

I don't remember. I was high.

He was.

What is wrong with boys? What happened to morals?

You know what it is? You know what it is? MTV.

You see, this is exactly why 14-year-olds should not date 17-year-olds.

[scoffs] Why? 'Cause you shouldn't get pregnant until you're 17?

Well, I don't even recommend it then.

And it's not like 14-year-old boys don't put on pressure, too.

Yeah, but they're really bad at it.

It doesn't matter how old anyone is.

I'm not gonna do something I'm not ready for.

Believe me, I'm not gonna make the same mistakes you did.

- Excuse me? - Oh, come on, Cheyenne.

Living with you two is like living in a public service announcement.

Oh, well, thank you very much.

I'm proud to be the older sister you never want to be.

You didn't have to have a baby to make me feel that way.

What was I thinking? I don't even know why I try and even be nice to you.

- Do you even have any feelings? - [Van] Okay. Okay.

Can everybody please calm down and stop acting like girls?

Cheyenne, Kyra is lashing out at you because her boyfriend just dumped her,

and she can't lash out at him.

And, Kyra, Cheyenne has been through a lot, okay?

And she doesn't have to have it repeatedly thrown back in her face.

She's a teenage mother. Get over it!

Now, both of you say something nice to each other.

You didn't dress

...that badly for your date.

You didn't have a second baby.

Nicer.

[sighs] Fine.

Well, you used to be this superficial princess

who only cared about how she looked and how popular she was.

Now you worry about your husband and your baby and your little sister.

I still look good though, right? [chuckles]

You took a hard road, Cheyenne, but it made you a better person.

Well, I think you're taking a hard road, Kyra,

and it's gonna make you a better person.

They're all hard roads.

The sucky thing is I really did like him.

I know.

You know, what are we doing standing around here?

We are not gonna let that idiot ruin our Saturday night.

- You got that right. - What do you say we go have fun?

- Yes! - [Cheyenne] All right?

- [Van] Whoo-hoo! - [Kyra] All right.

- Van? - Huh?

- You're watching Elizabeth. - Of course I am.

Yeah.

This is great, Mom. You never let me have cookies this late at night.

Well, it's not the only special thing you get tonight.

Look.

What's this?

This is deodorant.

It's something you use when you get a little older

and your body starts to mature.

Is it because I smell?

Yes.

Yes, it is.

- Cool! - Aha!

Hey, guys. Listen, buddy, can I...

- Can I get a second with your mom? - Okay, Dad.

Guess what? I got my own deodorant.

Great. Rub some of that onto your feet.

Listen, I want to thank you for your support earlier.

- It meant a lot. - Yeah.

You're flyin' high on your happy pills, aren't ya?

[chuckles] No. In fact, I'm...

I'm thinkin' maybe I'm gonna stop takin' those antidepressants.

- What? - You know, it's like Barbra Jean says.

Everybody goes through tough times.

You just have to learn how to deal with it.

Besides, I'm not even sure I like my therapist.

You know, everything I say to her, she says, "What, are you nuts?"

You're stoppin' them 'cause Barbra Jean wants you to.

That's not the only reason. I'm not even sure those pills are workin'.

Brock, you gotta give 'em time. It can take up to two weeks.

And you already said they're makin' you feel better.

Maybe it's not the pills. Maybe I'm startin' to feel better on my own.

It doesn't work that way. You got a chemical imbalance.

I don't know the medical term for it, but your brain is all wacko.

Oh, really? And how would you know?

What made you an expert on antidepressants all of a sudden?

- Because I've been on 'em. - What?

Right after we broke up, for about six months.

- Well, why didn't you tell me? - Oh, I don't know.

Somehow I just felt we weren't that close.

It's not easy to admit you need help.

Especially for men.

And me.

But you can't fix the problem by just wishin' it away.

Yeah. That's what my therapist said.

If you don't think the pills are doin' any good for you, then stop.

But this is not just about your wife.

It's about your kids and your friends and everybody else in your life.

Oh, man.

Barbra Jean's gonna be really unhappy about this.

Yeah, I know.

And when she finds out that I'm for it, she's never gonna speak to me again.

- Don't worry. I'll keep you out of it. - What, are you nuts?

Why should you be the only one that's happy?

[closing theme music playing]