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[Rick sighing]

- So...

Let me tell you something.

Secrets are a part of life,

but you don't want to hold on to them.

You know, those fucking things keep you up at night.

Jesus Christ, just walking around with them.

It sits on your chest.

Did I just jerk off to that? Did I just think that?

Nobody knows, but you know.

Secrets will kill ya.

Sometimes, I get, like, jealous of somebody

who gets involved in a scandal on TV.

You know? It all just gets laid out there,

and as much as the person's getting humiliated

and he wants to kill himself,

you know what? It's over.

You don't have anymore secrets.

I bet that guy sleeps like a fucking baby after that.

Yeah, you know, I like to wear women's clothes.

Now what? You got nothing!

[funky synth rock instrumental]

[cat meowing]

[Dylan giggling]

- I'm gonna go get some tacos.

- Dude, you're not taking your car anywhere.

You've been drinking and hitting the thing all day.

You shouldn't be taking the-- - Hey, man. I'm fine.

- No, no. I know you're fine, but listen,

you've been such a good friend to me

through this whole divorce. I would be sleeping

on the streets somewhere if it wasn't for you,

so please, the least I can do,

I'm happy to take your car, go pick you up some grub,

OK, and I'll come right back. - OK. You can stay...

as long as you need. - I might take you up on that.

- OK. - OK.

[crickets chirping]

[engine rumbling]

[cat growling] [thud]

[divorced man panting]

Dude, I'm so sorry. Something just happened.

- What? - OK, so...

I'm in the driveway and I can't really see anything,

and I'm in a hurry to leave and, um...

And Coco was in the driveway.

- Coco, OK? - Yeah, yeah.

He's OK. When I say he's OK, I mean he doesn't have any pain.

He's dead. He's at peace.

- What the fuck? You killed Coco?!

- Dylan, I am so sorry. - Oh, my god, Coco.

- Dude, it was such-- it was an accident.

- Get the fuck out of here! - All my stuff is here, man.

I don't have anywhere else to go. Listen to me--

- I'll fucking kill you! Get the fuck out of here!

Don't ever come--

[birds chirping]

[water sprinkler clicking]

[Dylan sobbing]

Oh, my god.

- Hey, man. I just came to get my things.

- Where were you?

- Well, I thought you told me-- - I--

I fucked up.

Last night, I got drunk and I must have blacked out

and I guess I decided to drive and I...

I...

did I?

- Yeah. - I'm a piece of shit.

- It's OK, come on. - Oh, my God!

I don't believe it. - It's OK.

Don't be so hard on yourself. You don't deserve that.

- What I did was unforgivable.

- Listen, you're gonna get through this.

We're gonna get through this together.

[Dylan sobbing]

- He needs a proper burial.

Thanks, man.

Oh, God.

DIVORCED MAN: Would've been here sooner.

I just thought I was letting you process.

You know what I mean? - Yeah.

What the...

[seat whirring]

- Secrets are a big thing in life.

People you know, "Hey, can you keep a secret?

Can I--" Yeah, I can keep a secret.

You know what's the best way to keep a secret?

Don't fucking tell me.

The fuck out of here. I don't need

your secrets rolling around in my head.

I already got enough of my own.

Those things, those things will keep you up at night.

Just in bed, you're thrashing around, you know.

Having crazy dreams.

Crazy dreams. The broad you're sleeping with wakes up.

"What's the matter? What's the matter?"

You're like, "Oh, I had a bad dream."

"What's the dream about?" You say,

"I can't tell you what the fucking dream's about."

You gotta make up some shit. Am I going to fucking sit there

and tell you the reason I was blowing my boss?

I'm not gay, but I don't know what it means.

Maybe I feel like I'm getting fucked in the mouth at work.

Maybe it's just as simple as that.

[window sliding]

[woman sighing]

- Bless me father, for I have sinned.

FATHER: What is troubling you?

- My...

my mother-in-law has been living with my husband and I

for over a year and...

it's destroying our marriage.

It's not her fault.

But Stephen and I haven't...

haven't had a night to ourselves in months and...

FATHER: You feel guilt. - Yes!

I looked up...

nursing homes

on the Internet in secret and...

I haven't even been able to tell Stephen about it yet.

FATHER: Your husband knows nothing of it?

- No.

No, but between my...

search history and

all the e-mails that I've been getting from

assisted living facilities, it's only a matter of time

and I just, I...

I feel so guilty because I just want her to die.

[quietly] Oh, my God.

FATHER: Search history?

Yes. Stephen and I share a computer

and I know he's gonna go on and--

FATHER: Slow down.

-I don't follow. -Well....

the computers, they store a record

of every Internet search and I think, "OK," but I just--

FATHER: Wait, this is on-- [stammering]

[clearing throat] Every computer?

- That I know of, yes.

I've been so worried.

[woman sighing]

I deleted our entire search history.

Oh, God. I feel so ashamed.

FATHER: I see.

[laptop chiming]

Confess to me

how you deleted the history.

So, that button deletes it all?

And what about my iPad?

- Father, this is wrong.

- Is it more wrong than abandoning an elder

who raised your husband?

'Cause I can offer you absolution for that.

- So, you just click on the "Show All History" window.

FATHER: Mm-hm. - You choose last week,

last month, all time.

- All time.

- This is just between us, father.

- Oh, oh, oh, of course, my child.

"Show Full History" and there are three options.

"Last week", "Last month",

"All time".

ALL: "All time".