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You guys haven't seen
Summer when she's mad.

She's actually scary. She
might literally kill me.

Shoot, let her try it.

I will donkey kick that little girl
in her coochie into the next universe.

Jesus Christ, Gaby.
It's her best friend.

Yeah, I know. But if shit gets real,
I want Alice to know where I'm at.

I love you.

Besides, we all bonk our good friend's
guy when we're in high school.

For me, it was my girl
Shauna's man, Justin.

In the end, we bonded over the fact
that he cried a lot when he came.

What's wrong with that?

Okay.

Seriously though, you and
Summer love each other,

- okay?
- Yeah.

This will all blow over. You
just need to give it time.

You're so right.

- I'm so glad you're back. I love you.
- Me too.

I said the same
thing to you, Alice.

You told me I was a dumbass
who doesn't understand you.

Well, it sounds smarter
when Gaby says it.

I get that.

- Hey! She's back!
- Yay!

Yay! Yay!

- I'm so happy.
- Yeah. Me too.

We're back!

Yeah, we did that already.

Fuck your coffee. I'm
getting champagne.

Oh, yeah. Champagne.

I forget, did I ever enjoy this?

Summer says that
she can't talk to me

because she's too busy
fucking all of my friends.

Aw, honey. She's not gonna fuck
Daniel. His hands are very, very small.

- Mom...
- Look,

you've gotta be done with
all this self-pity garbage.

You know what I've decided?

You're going back to school
tomorrow. End of discussion.

My whole life, you've
been up my ass.

And now, the one time that I need
you, you can't even be there for me?

You're such a...

I dare you.

Hey!

He called me a King-Kong bitch.

Wow. And he's still breathing?

Yeah, I told him to be careful

or I would take him out and make
another kid that looks just like him.

I still ovulate.

I'll spread the word.

You know what, a little booze, I will
not remember it happened. Cheers.

- Cheers. Cheers, Connor.
- Cheers.

Sorry.

Hello?

- That's the good stuff.
- Bubbly.

- Yeah, morning champagne.
- What?

- Hey.
- Hey.

How's he doing?

Well, he got beat up pretty bad.

His leg is broken. Now,
he's already had surgery,

and look, before you go
in, I should warn you...

What?

He's high as fuck.

Look who it is.

It's my favorite band,
Gaby and the White Saviors.

It's funny.

Go ahead, sing something.

I'm a ghost.

How many drugs
did they give him?

Feels like a lot.

It was me. I was hiding
under the blanket.

- Yeah, we saw. We saw that.
- That was so great.

They put a tube in my dick.

- Uh-huh.
- Lucky.

But the guy who put
it in was so nice.

If you ever need a tube in your
dick, I have the best dick-tube guy.

I'll take the name.

You never know.

His name's Lawrence.

- Lawrence is imaginary.
- Nuh-uh.

Hey, I just want you to
know, we're all here for you.

You and Paul are
always here for me.

And look how well it's
going. Thanks, Big Head.

Big Head?

That's gonna stick.

Liz! My favorite business
partner to have ever betrayed me.

You Blind Sided me, and
then you blindsided me.

Oh, damn.

What you doing
here, Jimmy fucker?

Okay, look. I will have you know
that I am no longer a Jimmy fucker.

Once a Jimmy fucker,
always a Jimmy fucker.

He's not wrong.

- That's what I heard.
- Come on, man.

Oh, no.

Mom, she tried to kiss me.

Oh, my God.

Alice?

Now, she's kissing the
weird neighbor boy.

- Hey!
- Yeah. That little fucker is weird.

Hey.

That's the sound that plays in my
head whenever I visit my friends

- in the hospital... God.
- Talk about weird.

Brian, I'd be careful. He's
high and kind of a bully.

Oh, my God! It's the
greatest lawyer ever.

I love you so much.

I love you. I love you.

- This is really nice.
- What the fuck, Sean?

You should not have a baby
though. You'd be an awful dad.

Oh, shit.

Hey. Do me.

Eat a dick, Pam.

That's so good.

I wanna see my dad. Is he here?

Baby, Dad was here,
but he had to go.

In fact, I think you should
all go. He needs his rest.

- Yeah.
- We're gonna come by

and see you in a
few hours, okay?

Okay, Big Head.

It's proportional to my body.

It's way too big.

Can I talk to you for a sec?

Once he realized Sean
got into another fight,

Tim got upset and left.

I don't want Sean to wake
up without his dad here.

Maybe you two can talk to him.
Is that something therapists do?

Not usually.

I mean, there is this new groundbreaking
technique called Jimmying.

No. We're here for Sean
and we wanna help you.

But what you're asking
is not something we do.

I understand. Thanks for coming.

Keep us posted, okay?

Tried to find the window where
you can look at all the babies.

Turns out it doesn't exist.

There's just a room full of them
and it's not open to the public.

They say I have to know the
parents. That's ridiculous.

Why would they get rid of...

Hey. Still good
to drive you home,

but first we gotta swing
by the dry cleaners.

You know, I can give
you a lift if you want.

Oh, yeah, but the dry
cleaner hands out gumballs.

- Well.
- Tempting.

I choose Brian.

More gumballs for me.

- Thanks, though.
- All right. See ya.

Where's my coffee?

I know I said I was
getting coffees.

I tried calling Sean's dad, and,
apparently, he's blocked my number.

So, I asked his mom
where he might be,

and she said that when
Tim gets super stressed,

he goes fishing at Lake Balboa.

What do you say? Let's go find
him and convince him to come back.

I'm not gonna go Jimmy
some patient's father.

You just used Jimmy as a verb.

I know you used it disparagingly,
but you still used it.

- It doesn't count.
- Yes, it does.

- No, it doesn't.
- Yes, it does.

- No, it doesn't.
- No, it doesn't.

Don't Bugs Bunny me.

You wanna Jimmy.

You just don't think you can

because it would be
admitting that you and I...

We're cut from the
same beautiful cloth.

You have just said so
many upsetting things.

I do not even know
where to start.

Okay, you know what?
I'll go on my own.

You can get out of the
car and call a Lyft.

- I don't know how to do that.
- It's how you got here.

Damn it.

Okay, I'll go. But just
for damage control.

- You know what? Not good enough.
- No.

Paul.

Paul, you're gonna admit
that you want to do this,

or you can get out of the car.

- Okay, let's Jimmy this fucker!
- Yes! Thank God you said yes.

I was so scared that
I had overreached.

You know, Courtney hijacked
all of my teen years,

and now she's guilt-tripping me
about Mom? It's bullshit, Liz.

What do you need me to say?

I don't know. That even though
Courtney got her life together,

it's okay for me to pressure her
to stay there and take care of Mom?

You're doing the
exact right thing.

And that it's okay that my mom's getting
cataract surgery today and I'm not going.

I have to be okay with that too?

Yes. It's an outpatient surgery, you
know? My sister's gonna be there too.

You're crushing this.

And even if your mom loses
an eye during surgery,

if you weren't there, she
wouldn't even see you.

That shit right there, that
is so sweet. Come here.

- Yeah, I love you.
- I love you.

And damn, girl, look at your talent.
You made those dogs look so good.

I don't know about this one, though.
He just kind of seems a little smug.

Plus, he's a hoe bag.

He fucks everyone and then
ignores them. It's a problem.

What are you doing?

We're redecorating.

I'm a huge donor, so we
just let ourselves in.

You can't just do that.

I know you guys said that my photos
weren't right for the website,

but I need a win.

I've got a lot of personal
shit going on right now.

It involves kids
and food trucks,

and don't tell my neighbor,
but I'm not still ovulating.

Okay, don't need to know that.

I just thought

maybe you could look the other
way and just let me do this.

Please?

Fine.

- Yay!
- Thanks.

You're just gonna take them
down after I leave, right?

- I am.
- Dude.

- It's okay. I don't care.
- No.

- I don't care. I'll take them down.
- No!

- It doesn't matter.
- It does matter.

And you know what, buddy? I hope
none of these dogs get adopted.

I hope they all end up...

Nope. Actually, I don't
hope they all end up.

I hope they live, but you...
I hope you're put down.

- No.
- I don't mean that.

I don't mean that at all. I'm
sorry, okay? I hope you live. Bye.

Hey, Liz!

- Okay, you're following me.
- Yep. Yep.

Thanks for the
long, silent ride.

Anytime. Your presence
is a blessing.

Okay, you're being so weird.
It's making me sweaty.

I have to talk to you.

And I don't know

how to say what it is
I have to say to you.

I need a drink. Do you need a
drink? Should we make martinis?

It's 11 a.m. and
I'm 17, but sure.

Okay. Okay.

Diving in. Okay, here it goes.

I have been talking to

the young man...

who ran over your mom.

What the fuck?

Just listen. It gets better.
It doesn't but listen.

He came here to
return your wallet...

- He came here?
- Yeah.

When? To the house?

- Did you talk to him or...
- If you keep asking me stuff,

I'm gonna get more frazzled.
So, just let me spit it out.

- Spit it out.
- So, he came here,

and I was like, "Get away
from this family. Scram."

And he was like, "Sorry."

But he seemed wounded,
more like, "Sorry."

And I was like, "Are you okay?" And he
was like, yes, but I could tell he wasn't.

I'm going through a
super empathetic stage

because Charlie and I decided
that we're gonna have a baby.

If it's a boy, we're gonna
name him Peter Bernadette,

and if it's a girl,
obviously Bernadette Peters.

Anyway, so I went to the
coffee shop where he works.

Not to see him, just
to ask if he was okay.

And his boss was this kind of
Tony Soprano guy, but hotter.

You know, kind of he'd rough you up
but also be a really good kisser?

I wish I had a picture.

So, I ask the boss about Louis,

and he says, "You know,
he's super depressed.

He's kind of a downer, but you can't
fire a person for being a bummer.

Fucking cancel
culture, am I right?"

The next thing I know he calls Louis
over and we start talking and...

Alice, his life is bleak,

like Requiem for a Dream bleak.

And not like the middle part, where
they're all enjoying the heroin,

the end where they're all ass to ass and
you realize that heroin's no fun at all.

He has no friends.

No one to talk to.
He's suffering.

So, I took a walk
with him and we talked

'cause I knew that I couldn't
live with myself if...

I didn't at least try to
help. That's it. End of story.

Plus, I've been seeing him
every couple of days since then.

And texting him
sometimes at night.

And he follows me on Instagram.
That's it. Your turn.

I wanna talk to him.

Okay, you know, it might be easier
if you tell me what you wanna say

and I text him.

Take me to him now

or I'm gonna tell Dad that
you've been palling around

with the guy who killed Mom.

- Should we grab some waters for the road?
- Come on.

Tim? No way. You fish here too?

How did you find me?

What are you talking
about? This is our spot.

What are you using
there, a Carolina rig?

That's good for bottom fishing.

Your wife asked
us to talk to you.

He was buying it, Paul.

That was authentic fishing slang.
I googled it and everything.

Nice here, huh? I used
to fish with my dad.

Not Jimmy, he hates boats.

When I was in high school, I
went rafting and I capsized.

And I got swept
away by the current.

It was very, very disorienting and
frankly, it was very, very scary.

Tell him where it happened.

The lazy river at Mandalay Bay.

Listen, Tim, I know
we all feel so low.

It's like we're attached to
a deep-diving crankbait...

Stop using your
new fishing words.

I thought that one
was pretty seamless.

No? Okay.

The point is, I know you're feeling
really overwhelmed right now...

- You know how I feel, do you?
- Sorry, I...

Paul, don't do that.
I don't like it.

I didn't do anything.

I almost died, Paul.

Tim, give us five minutes.

I'll think about it
if you do that again.

Paul, stop!

Okay?

Yeah, all right.

Aw, honey, I'm sorry.

Those photos were so good.

Did you even look at them?

Of course. There
was one of a dog.

They were all of dogs.

Which is why I felt
like I got the gist.

D-Train.

- What?
- Where is Connor?

If he's gonna loaf around,

he might as well take those
photographs out of my car.

He went back to school.

What? He's gone?

Yeah.

I can't believe he
didn't say goodbye to us.

What?

Well, I mean, he did
say goodbye to me.

Damn, D-Train.

- Did you guys hug?
- Yeah,

but I mean, it was like one of those
weird one-armed, you know, bro-y hugs.

It was like...

- you know, like...
- Those suck.

Yeah, you would've hated it.

- Those are the worst.
- Yeah.

- Oh, shit. And there she goes.
- Yeah.

You handled that really poorly.

Could've gone better.

- Hey.
- Hey, buddy.

Who doesn't love
an awkward drop-by?

- Come on in.
- Yeah. Okay.

Please.

Hey.

I'm really glad you're here.

You left a note in my
wallet. I didn't like that.

Understood. Won't happen again.

Can I get you something
to drink? Some water?

Water is amazing.
Alice, you like water?

What is wrong with you?

This is me uncomfortable.
Get used to it.

- I'll get us some waters.
- Okay.

You wanna take a seat?

Yeah, seats. We love seats.

What do you guys
even talk about?

Nothing. Just, like, sports.

- You don't know anything about sports.
- Offensive stereotype much?

Fine. What sports
do you talk about?

You know, pickleball.
Monopoly. Sports.

You guys better not
be talking about me.

I would never do
that. I promise.

So, how have you been doing?

Brian told me you got your license
and you've been applying for colleges.

Sounds like you
got a lot going on.

He really should not be
telling you stuff about me.

Honestly, he mostly
talks about himself.

He just asks me questions like,

"Do these clothes
look good on me?"

or, "Would a baby
look good on me?"

He mostly wants to know if
things would look good on him.

That tracks.

I have learned the
answer is always yes.

I'm just one of those people
who can pull off anything.

This was supposed to be three
court-ordered anger management sessions.

But you guys got in there

and fucked with my boy's head.

Now, he acts like everything's my fault
because that's what you people do.

So, I take it you're not
a huge fan of therapy.

Therapy is never
successful overnight,

but eventually, it does help you
identify and change troubling emotions

and thoughts and behaviors. I really
think that if you gave it a chance...

Seriously?

You really think that now is the
time to turn him around on therapy?

I shouldn't have to remind you,
Paul, that you're on my team.

Tim, maybe don't think
of us as therapists.

Think of us as a couple of dads,

one of whom loves
his paddle very much.

Look, I was right where you
are, estranged from my kid.

I cheated on her mom,

and when she moved away with my
daughter, I didn't fight hard enough

'cause I was so ashamed.

I missed her first
recital. Her first menses.

- Jesus, Paul.
- Yeah, man. What the hell?

When my wife died, I could
not even look at my daughter.

So, I hid from her
in booze and pills.

Right when she needed me
the most, I fucking blew it.

And she still talks to you?

It is a miracle, but yes.

I'm trying to prove
myself to her every day.

So, you're both
terrible parents.

Well, he is.

You're negging me a lot today.

You know what the
police told me?

Sean didn't even fight back.

He just let them beat him.

Why would he do that?

I think he wanted
to hurt himself.

I think he's carrying a lot of
guilt about how mad he is at you.

The guy he loves
most in the world.

Y'all should've seen
him when he was a boy.

A little dimple,
always grinning.

But after he got back
from over there...

it was like living
with a stranger.

He was so angry.

I didn't know how to help him.

Hell, I still don't.

Come back with us
and talk to him.

- Nah.
- Listen, Tim...

All right, you've
said your piece.

Thank you for the conversation.

I feel more awful now
than I did an hour ago.

That what therapy is?

Yeah, pretty much.

Look, you don't have to
talk to him. But you should.

Come on, Jimmy. Let's go.

I'm done with my water.
So what happens now?

You can go if you want.

I don't know what I want.

Well, I feel closure.

Does anyone else feel
closure? Closure? Closure?

- Seriously?
- Uncomfortable. I warned you.

Brian told me you
wrote me a letter.

What'd it say?

I don't remember it word
for word, but it was like...

"Hey, fuck face.

You killed my mom and ruined
my life and messed my dad up,

and it's all because you're
a selfish fucking drunk.

People treat me differently now.
I've lost friendships because of you.

And when I wake up,

the one person I want to
talk to about any of this

isn't here anymore and never will
be, and it's all your fucking fault."

That's a good letter.

Can you tell me
something about your mum?

Why?

'Cause I didn't know her.

All I know is... the end.

Do you remember when she got
her wisdom teeth out and...

She was coming out
of the anesthesia,

she kept bragging about
how soft her butt was.

- Brian!
- What?

She asked the nurse
to feel her butt.

Not the story I would
choose to tell right now.

Okay. You're right. I'm sorry.

What story would you tell?

Hey.

Hi. I'm just checking
in on you. Are you okay?

You in the tub doing
your depressed thing,

surrounded by photos
you took of the doggies?

No, I'm at the gym
getting jacked.

This gym sounds really echoey.
Really splishy splashy.

I'm fine. My
problems aren't real.

What do I have to complain about? My
favorite eyelash lady is out of town,

so I have to go to my second
favorite eyelash lady?

Hey, Liz, don't do
that to yourself, okay?

This shit is real and if you're
not careful, it'll get you.

Now, listen to me. I want you to get out
of that tub and go play with your rocks.

Come on. Let me hear
you pull that drain.

No, it's safe and warm in here.

I'ma make you a deal.

You get out of that tub and
you try your frigging best,

and I will go to
my mom's surgery.

And you'll tell your sister you're
cockblocking her whole life?

What? Don't push me.
Girl, pull that drain.

Let me hear it.

Attagirl.

- Thank you.
- All right, bye.

Hi.

Both my girls here?

No, Mom, it's just me.

Fuck you.

I'm right here, Mom.

I did good, huh?

- You did.
- Yeah, you did really good.

And my favorite hat flew
off on Space Mountain.

I was so bummed.

So Mom took me
straight to the store

and she bought three Goofy hats.

I was so mad because it was
nothing like my old hat.

My old hat made me look cool.

But she said it was
never about the hat.

It was about how it
made me feel wearing it.

Which was a lie because I looked
like a dork wearing that Goofy hat.

But she looked cool in it.

She could rock anything.

Yeah, that was a good day.

She sounds kind and fun.

That's a combo you
rarely get together.

She was.

Man, I miss her.

Who's that woman?

That's Sara. She was...

She's my fiancée.

She's pretty.

Well, we...

Why did she buy three hats? Your
mom. Why did she buy three hats?

When we were running to the
ride, Mom bumped into a kid

and the kid dropped his ice
cream and was, like, crying.

And the kid's mom said it was
fine, but my mom felt really bad.

So she bought that other hat in
case we found that kid again.

We looked for him everywhere.

Did you find him?

Yeah. It was awesome.

I'd forgotten about that.

Thank you.

I've thought a lot about
what I'd wanna say to you.

How I'd like to explain it all.
Why I was behind the wheel.

How much I regret it.

But none of that matters

because it happened,
and it was all my fault.

And nothing I can do
can make that better.

All I can tell you

is that not a single moment goes
by that I don't think about her.

Or you. Or your dad.

I think about you
all... all the time.

I'm just so fucking sorry. I...

I wish I could change it.

- I wish I could go back and do it...
- I forgive you.

What?

I forgive you.

It's what my mom would've done.

Thank you.

I didn't...

Thank you.

I'm off.

Where you going?

There's a new store in town.
I'm gonna go look at belts.

It's not a belt store, but
I'm betting they have them.

Fingers crossed.

Yeah. You're the best.

Hey, I...

Forget it. Nothing.

What? You can say anything
to me. You usually do.

I don't... I'm feeling
like... I don't know.

Do you ever feel a bit off
like you're underwater?

So stupid.

That thing with the dog photos
really got to me, you know?

And I'm missing the truck.

And I love this house.
You know that I do

but it feels kind of
empty without the boys.

It's less noisy though, huh?

Yeah. Smells better.

Yeah. Okay. How about we
get you another truck?

I vote grilled cheese.

- That's actually something I could make.
- Yeah.

You know what? I'm great.
Go have fun with belts.

Great. I'll see you later.

I love you, babe.

Love you.

Oh, my God. I have so much
nervous energy right now.

- Should we go to Dave & Busters?
- Fuck, yeah.

Wait. Brian.

I know I gave you
shit for it earlier,

but I'm really grateful
you reached out to him.

Yeah, it was definitely
a new thing for me.

Still.

Sometimes it's easy to see
when someone really needs help.

It's written all
over their face.

I just wanna understand why she would have
to stay over. It's just cataract surgery.

Well, I did low-key bribe the
doctor to keep her overnight

'cause I figured you
could use the night off.

You're my hero.

Plus, I wanted you
to see my new house.

Yeah.

This swanky as hell.

Yeah. Duh.

Bougie. Overpriced.

Bitch, you do not have sconces.

Yeah, girl. I got
sconces on sconces.

Uh-huh. Wow.

So, what, you just bring me
here to rub it in my face?

- Yeah. A little bit.
- Uh-huh.

That's not the only reason.

Courtney, I release you.

What the fuck does that mean?

What I'm trying to say is...

I know how much
shit you do for Mom.

And that you worked really hard
to get your life back together.

I'm super proud of you for that.

Thanks.

I've been really scared that if you
split, Mom's gonna ask me to step in,

and to be honest,

I don't know how the hell I can
answer "yes" or "no" to that.

But that's not your
problem. It's mine.

Okay, you've done your
time. And then some.

Yes, I did.

All I ask is that you just
kinda give me a little while

to figure out what
to do with her.

And then after that, just get
the hell out of there. You know?

I'll drink to that.

How much time do you need?

I don't know. Like 20 years.

- Two days.
- Eight years.

- Two weeks.
- Three months.

Just give me,
like, three months.

Deal.

How you feeling, kid?

Still hurts all
over. But better.

Yeah.

My mom said you were
talking to my dad.

Is he here?

- Ah, man. Dads are tricky.
- Yeah.

They don't always come through
when you'd like them to.

But they do eventually.
Look at me. Took me a year.

Hey.

And that was a lot quicker.

Hey, Dad.

Let's give these guys
some private time.

Thanks.

We both know I'm not great
at talking about feelings.

It's fine, Dad.

- You don't have to say anything.
- No. Let me talk.

When you told me I
had let you down...

the reason I got so defensive...

is... you were right.

Oh, Sean. Man, I'm so, so sorry.

It's okay, Dad. We're
good. We're gonna be good.

Yeah.

Gotta get you up outta here
so you can go fishing with me.

I guess you won't be break
dancing no time soon.

Don't make me laugh.

Yeah, remember when you
went through that phase?

Man, this is so touching.

Stop watching them.

Paul, it's a very moving moment.

I'm so happy. Whatever that man does
to his son, I'm gonna do to you.

Don't do that.

Stop. Stop.

Paul. If you don't want
me to, you can pull away.

I'm not gonna pull away. You've
got to learn some boundaries.

He asked me to, and I don't
ask questions. I work for him.

Wow, these are amazing.

Stop it.

My guy's so handsome but every time
I take a pic, he licks his asshole.

Well, if one can.

Still, I think that's
on the photographer.

- Do you thi...
- Yeah, I do.

Then help me out.

I mean, he's here. You got your
camera. Let's go to the park.

What? Right now?

Yeah. Right now.

Sure. Why not?

Great. Let's do it.

Come on, buddy.

It's his lucky day.

- Watch... Careful.
- He's so cute. Sorry.