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Did you live with
your parents at 20?

No.

I want to stick a fork in an
electrical socket every minute

that I am there.

Are you OK?

I mean, college
was such a letdown.

I wrote one poem from the point
of view of a man who was fired

from his job for never
flushing his shits

in the office bathroom, and
my whole class turned on me.

I couldn't take it.

Kind of sounds funny.

Do you know what
one professor told us?

That 90% of writing success was
persistence and 10% was talent.

What kind of bullshit is that?

Stop.

What?

OK, don't stop.

You ran a stop sign.

I did?

That's an auto fail, right?

Yes, Winona, it is.

Fuck.

Why can I never pass this thing?

How come everybody
else in the world

can talk and drive and I can't?

What is wrong with me?

I am a writer.

I write to make
sense of my world.

I'm not normal,
but I want to be.

I don't think normal is boring.

I think it's the act of making
decisions that don't jar you

or those around you.

My mom says I didn't like to
be held when I was a baby.

I'd cry if I was cuddled, but
if she put me down, I was happy.

To me, this is proof that I
came into this world not normal.

I'm sorry this pasta
didn't turn out great.

It's good, Mom.

Not really.

I'm sorry.

Mom, it's totally fine.

How was your day, Pamela?

Oh, I'm fine, Robert.

It was fantastic.

Thank you for asking.

I taught my yoga class, and
then I went to the market,

and I forgot the parsley.

So I asked you to get the
parsley, and then you forgot.

How was your day?

What did you do?

I sat in my office
for eight hours then

forgot to get your parsley.

Oh, let me see it.

What?

Your license.

Oh, I got you a chauffeur's hat.

Is there a name for
that kind of hat?

You got me a hat?

Scally cap.

It's out in the car.

Let me see the picture.

I hope you did not
wear that shirt.

It doesn't do your complexion
any justice, sweetheart.

I've always told you no yellow.

I failed.

But I can still drive Dad
on my learner's permit.

Again?

Are they even going to let
you take the class again?

You still have to wear the hat.

May I be excused?

No, actually, you can't, honey.

There's something your dad and
I want to discuss with you.

We do, now?

Yes, now.

Can we talk later?

Well, it's sort of
a dinner discussion.

Another dinner?

I have stuff to do in my room.

Oh, OK.

Well, would you like to take
some wine back to your room?

I'm good. Thanks.

OK.

Really?

Just till I get bored with it.

Great.

Doing any writing?

I don't have enough
life experience

to write anything yet.

I have to live first, Dad.

I live, and then I
get the material.

When I was your age, I
sold the car my dad gave

me and went around the world.

Sat in a two seater plane over
Sri Lanka with a smuggler...

And killed a pig with a knife.

I know, Dad.

This is the only story
you ever tell me.

It's worth telling.

I shouldn't be
talking and driving.

It's making me nervous.

Don't tell your mom.

I won't.

I think you should
still take writing

classes though,
like night classes,

just to feed your brain.

You have a good one.

I don't want to waste
money on school when

I can just do it on my own.

I agree with Addie.

I believe in higher education.

You believe in aliens, Cameron.

And aliens believe in you.

Are you still dating Chris?

Ha, no.

I refuse to date guys
in bands anymore.

Are you dating anyone?

This guy Frank.

What's he do?

He's in a band, but
we are not serious.

Oh my God, my armpit
is so fucking sore.

That's a gland.

You should get that
shit checked out.

What?

Yeah, like, for real.

Like, ASAP.

Hey, you want some wine?

Oh my God, and my mom kept
offering me wine last night.

She's unbearable.

Oh my God, your parents
love you, like a lot.

I'm a terrible person
when I'm around them.

Can I live with you guys?

I'll clean.

OK.

She can stay.

Mom?

She's teaching yoga.

Were you sleep?

Nope, just, you
know, seen this one.

I have to go see Dr. Cotton
in the morning, is that OK?

You feel sick?

Yeah, a little.

It's personal.

Oh.

I just don't want
to take advantage

because you're my boss.

Oh, you got to...

No, you should go.

You should go.

No problem.

You want to...

I'm going to go to bed.

Thanks, though.

Night.

OK, I'm just checking.

You know that you're an
adult, and I'm a pediatrician.

I don't want a new doctor.

I don't trust anybody else.

I can't get a new doctor.

Human adults are monsters.

That's why I work with children.

I pinky swear this
is the last time.

I do not trust
that pinky since you

said that three years ago.

OK, so, what's up?

My armpit.

Just this one.

Let's take a look.

OK.

It's been really
sore for a week.

Maybe a few weeks.

I may have initially
noticed it a month ago.

Really?

I don't feel a lump, but
I'm fully prepared to biopsy.

Do you remember when you were 7,

you came in here with an ulcer?

My second grade
teacher that year was

a terrifying French Canadian.

She hated me.

And then when you
were 11, you came in,

Doctor, I have breast cancer.

I feel bumps on my chest, and
they were just your breasts

being breasts growing.

Yes.

All right, well, I am so
sorry that I cannot make this,

your underarm soreness, anything
as spectacular as breasts.

That was wizards work.

Oh, look at this.

I forgot.

You quit the swimming team
because you didn't want to get

a yeast infection in your ear.

Valid.

You wouldn't sit on toilet seats

because you didn't want
to get a genital wart.

And I listened to you, and
I use the toilet seat covers

and I never got genital warts.

And that's why they
call me Super Doctor.

Do you know what is really,
really interesting, Winona.

All the elements that you have
brought me over the years,

there is one constant.

Me.

Two constants.

You and your worry,
and your worry

manifests itself in ailments.

So we're going to
take your blood,

we're going to
send it to the lab,

we're going to get results.

But in my humble opinion,
you have an anxiety disorder.

Whoa.

I don't have that.

I have a good friend.

She's a therapist.

I'm going to get you a referral.

Oh my God, I need a therapist?

Anxiety disorder.

I've never had a panic attack.

I'm not built of that stuff.

What do they think I'm going
to do, Sylvia Plath myself?

So I went to the doctor today.

Yeah.

I'm good.

I'm fine right now.

Right.

Hey.

Natural fucking driver.

Sorry, Mr. Lendale.

It's fine, Stephanie.

You're not little Stephanie
from the fourth grade anymore.

I say fuck.

Cool.

Dad, can you tell
Mom I left with Steph?

Ciao.

Bye.

Hey, Kevin.

It's Thomas.

You always buy candy.

Bet you smell like candy.

Shut up, Kevin.

What you guys up to tonight?

Me and Stephanie are
just going to our look out.

You better hurry up.

Why?

Because it's going to get dark.

Just ring me up, Kevin.

Stop freaking me out.

My doctor said that I
have this anxiety thing.

Because your mom
is so overbearing?

He didn't say why.

He just said that the
armpit soreness was

part of my anxiety disorder.

You don't have an
anxiety disorder.

You're super chill.

That's what I said.

I've never had a panic attack.

Like you're high strung.

I am?

Yeah.

I don't think you're fucked up.

Did you steal all of that?

You're insane.

If it's food, it's not stealing.

Pass me a donut.

Hit me, Sergeant.

How much longer are
we going to be here?

Uh, we just got here.

You should have eaten first.

You want us all to leave
because you're hungry?

There's some street
meat outside that

smelled pretty good.
I think I'm going to get that.

You down?

Yep.

Bye.

There are so many
cute guys here.

A lot of guys with
neck tattoos on my neck.

I'm not being judgmental.

I live with a guy who owns 60
Buddhas, but a neck tattoo?

If you have to date someone,
you should date someone

like sweater vest gentleman.

Oh, you're like my mom wanting
to set me up with Matt Lauer.

Hey, what's up?

How much.

What about you?

Scram.

Now.

Go.

Maybe I should go talk
to those normal guys.

Yeah.

Hi.

Where'd you come from?

If I got a tequila,
would you like some?

Are you offering
to buy me a drink?

Sounds like it.

Addie, Stephanie.

I'm Winona.

I am Ben.

Pleasure to meet you, Ben.

Pleasure to meet thee.

We should go, my love.

You have work tomorrow.

OK, come on, I'm fine.

Aren't you worried Frank is
going to see you with this guy?

Frank left for food
and didn't come back.

Well, I'm going to go.

OK, I'm gonna come.

I want to get a freezer.

I'm going to give you my number.

Bye.

Stephanie, I got
your shit, let's go.

Bye.

For breakfast?

It's what Joan Didion eats.

Joan Didion is a skeleton.

Mom, can I have the day
off work today or something?

Honey, come sit down here.

Your dad and I have something
to discuss with you.

Well...

Look, I'm sorry all, but
I'm not going back to school.

We're downsizing.

We're selling the house.

What?

I tried to tell you
the other day, honey,

but you just rushed out.

It was your dad's idea,
but it was a good one.

He's right.

We don't need this whole house.

We were going to get an
apartment and travel.

Who lives in an apartment in LA?

You can't get rid of this
house for an apartment.

We'll have a valet and
services at the apartment.

We're listing in
a few weeks, so we

need to start packing now.

I don't want to move.

I'm going to squat
here if you do this.

Winona, we made the
decision before you came home.

You weren't going to
involve me in any of us?

You're an adult, we
thought you had moved out.

Got it.

They say they want
to travel and have

valet and services, as
though those things are

better than our home.

Margaret Atwood
wrote, better never

means better for everyone.

It always means worse for some.

I have been designated the some.

Lendale Contracting.

Ah, lovely Winona?

- Hi.
- Hi.

Hello.

Dr. Cotton here.

How are you?

I'm good.

I'm great.

I couldn't feel better actually.

Good.

Good.

Well, I have some
great news for you.

Your blood work came back.

But I actually have cancer
and not an anxiety disorder?

No, no, no.

I said I have really
good news for you.

Your blood work came
back and it's perfect.

I'm so sorry.

So?

Oh, so I really need you
to go to that therapist.

I really believe that
a lot of your stress

will be relieved if
you go to talk therapy.

I didn't call yet, but I will.

I promise I am going to call.

I'm so sorry. I have to go.

Thank you for calling.

Bye. Bye.

Win?

Win?

Mom, it's Saturday.

I don't have to work today.

I know, but since you
didn't go out last night,

I thought maybe you'd have the
energy to come to the studio

with me for the art showing.

Thank you.

Namaste.

Honey, isn't it amazing
all the great artists

there are in the
world who will never

be revered for their work?

And Gauguin is overrated.

Gorgan is overrated?

Gauguin.

Gauguin.

Yes, Gauguin.

I mean, absolutely.

He's a cynicist.

Right.

Oh.

Aren't you just inspired by art?

I mean, absolutely
not by Gauguin.

Have you been feeling
inspired lately?

What?

Since you left school.

School didn't inspire me.

Well, it didn't
inspire me either, Win,

but I was in nursing
school sticking

needles in people's arms, and
I wasn't in a writing program.

That program stifled me.

How so?

I don't want to talk about this.

It's done. OK, move on.

All right.

How's working with your dad?

Dad?

Mm-hmm.

Good.

He works a lot.

Yeah, I mean, he
runs the company.

So it's all good?

Mm-hmm.

Do you want some candy?

Win, why do you
eat candy like that?

Why do you eat it like that
all clumped up together?

Why are you pulling that face?

This is candy.

It's disgusting.

It looks like poop.

It's not funny.

Pamela.

Don't call me Pamela.

My parents are
selling the house.

Houses are for losers.

Where are they moving?

We are downsizing to some
weird apartment or condo.

What is the difference?

I don't know.

Fruit or Cola?

What?

Are you fruit or Cola?

Cola.

Thought so.

What?

You, my lady, are addicted
to the escape of sexy men.

She is.

Cool it, Kevin.

You literally
flirt with everybody.

It's out of control.

I was being polite.

I was not flirting.

Can't we be polite to strangers?

No, that was absolutely not.

That was a huge flirt.

Why is everyone on my dick?

You just always
have your feelers out

and you don't need to.

You could be alone, you know?

I like having a boyfriend.

I've always had a boyfriend.

I like having someone to
eat with, to watch TV,

to eat candy with.

Babe, you're at a
crisis point in your life.

No, I'm not.

Have you called
the therapist yet?

You really think I'm
fucked up, don't you?

No.

I really don't.

I just don't like
seeing you stagnate.

I'm not stagnating.

Where have you been
looking for real jobs?

You should be looking for jobs.

You should be writing,
and now I will shut up.

Oh my God.

- You OK?
- I'm OK.

I got air.

I'm freaking out.

Jesus.

OK, I will call a therapist.

I will go next week.

That was a sign
from God herself.

I just about died right there.

I'm sweating.

You should talk to the
therapist about this.

Oh my God.

Oh, no, I can't have more.

Oh.

This is one of those moments.

I can't feel my hands.

I didn't really
want to come here,

then I choked on a freezer
and realized life was short.

Does everyone cry?

Some people do.

Some people don't.

Have had any recent
changes in your life?

I quit school.

I moved back home,
started working for my dad

doing this fake
chauffeur and filing job.

How does that make you feel?

Fine.

Why are you laughing?

You just said, how
does that make you feel?

Like, so cliche.

But do you know how you feel?

All I know is that
I thought I would

be normal, like all those
kids who go to school

and love it so much.

I just didn't.

I wasn't Felicity at all.

Can we get down to it,
Doctor Therapist Woman.

I don't think I have
this anxiety thing.

Well, Dr. Cotton
seem to think you do,

and he's been your
doctor your entire life.

Why don't you think he's right?

I've never had a panic attack.

I'm just, I'm fine.

But since I'm here,
I want to tell

you my deepest, darkest secret.

OK.

I get that people my age
are generally pretty awful,

but I honestly feel like I
could be a better person.

My deepest, darkest secret is
that I think I'm an asshole.

It's like, I live by instinct,
but, man, my instincts

aren't the greatest.

So you want to talk
about your parents?

They're supportive.

What about your
relationship with your mom?

Tell me about her.

My mom?

Um, she's like, she's
like a really good person.

Take your time.

I'm sorry.

I'm just... is it OK
if I just do this

for the rest of the session?

Yeah.

Did you guess I was
going to be a crier?

Yes.

Winona, phone's for you.

OK.

Hello?

Hey, Winona?

Yeah.

It's Ben from the
bar the other night.

Oh, hi.

Hey.

I was wondering.

I know it's last minute,
and you probably can't go,

but I was wondering if you
wanted to get a nice dinner.

Yes.

Hell, yes.

You ready to order?

Yeah.

You go first.

OK, I will have the olive
plate, beet salad to start,

then I will have the New
York strip, baked potato,

no sour cream, and do you have
some kind of charcuterie thing

to start to with the olives?

Yes.

You like meat?

Yeah.

Fantastic.

We will get the
charcuterie meat, too.

How do you like
your steak prepared?

Rare, please.

Rear, you carnivore.

Better you know now, sir.

You know what, I'm
just going to have

the same, minus
all the starters,

which I think we can share.

Beet salad and
medium steak, please.

Thank you.

So.

Your friends seem nice,
Addie and Stephanie.

I have known Stephanie
since the fourth grade.

I'm an only child.

My parents had me late
in life, me and Steph

are basically like sisters.

We met when we both got
sent out in the hallway

for talking in class.

Oh my God, I was always
sent to the hallway

for talking in class.

Like, let kids
flourish, you know?

Yeah, seriously.

What does Stephanie do?

She works in a coffee
shop, and Addie, I

met her in my video store.

She was the clerk.

She's the coolest.

She and her boyfriend,
Cameron, don't

work because he got in
his car accident as a kid

and got a ton of money.

Wow.

Yeah, like crazy fuck you money.

Man, some people are so lucky.

I've actually never
been here before.

I think it opened after
I went to college.

When did you graduate?

Oh, I didn't.

I left.

I hated it.

Oh.

I'm getting my PhD actually.

Two ships passing in the night.

PhD, well, that's impressive.

No.

It's philosophy, so.

That sounds...

Boring.

Well, I wasn't going to
say boring, maybe abstract?

Oh, how so?

Discussing thoughts and ideas
all day must be exhausting.

I ordered a lot of food, huh?

I guess I got you
on a hungry day.

Why did you leave school?

I just didn't feel like I
needed school to be a writer.

I am the Coke.

He is the red wine.

PhDs drink red wine.

Thank you.

You have to look me in
the eye when we cheers.

OK.

I'm only saying that because
I don't know what else to say.

You are funny.

Thanks, Doc.

It's good.

This is so fucking good.

This is the
perfect Sunday drink.

Kevin, this is the
perfect Sunday drink.

Is it Sunday?

Oh my God, Kevin.

Ben sounds boring.

His fine.

He's nice.

What character
from friends is he?

A less funny Ross.

Fuck, man, no.

But it's kind of nice.

I'm so used to guys who
are just tough and aloof.

He makes me feel relaxed.

Sounds like a
boring fucking date.

He wouldn't leave me at a
bar for food and not come back.

He is a safe distraction.

I have a better one.

Want to do mushrooms?

I have some.

OK.

These are really strong.

Yep.

It's great.

We can't go anywhere.

No, because we can't
leave this blanket.

See the edges?

There is no oxygen beyond them.

We're trapped on this blanket.

You're right.

There is half a burger left.

We have to save it.

That is all that we have left.

This is all the food we
have left in this world.

I can see all of the
pores on your face.

You are so beautiful.

Stephanie?

Yeah.

What if I can't write?

You can write.

You got into your
writing program

out of thousands of applicants
because you're a great writer.

I don't feel like
writing anything.

I literally have
nothing to write.

So?

God, why do mushrooms make you
think about yourself so much?

Hair is some weird.

Stephanie?

Stephanie?

OK.

Yeah?

Ben, it's Winona.

Hey.

I want to see you again.

I had fun with you.

I like you.

I like you, too.

My roommate's hosting a party
for her mom here tonight,

but you could come over and
we can hide out in my room.

Hey.

How's it going?

Yeah, good.

Yeah?

Here, come here.

Winona, this is Jen.

Jen, Winona.

Hi.

Hi.

So you're having a
party for your mom?

Yeah.

Cool.

You and Ben are roommates?

Yep.

Cool.

I think we're just going
to go hang out in my room.

Did you used to
date her or something?

How did you know?

I mean, yes, but like
she's like my sister now.

I have mad intuition.

Wait.

Maybe we shouldn't do this
with everyone outside.

It's way more fun with
all of them out there.

Leslie, Leslie.

In the past year, you
have traveled to Africa

to build wells and gone to
Iceland and Machu Picchu

and donated your time for
fundraising and volunteering.

You're just such an
inspiration to all of us,

and you truly are a gift,
and I love you so much.

We all do.

Wow.

So, I don't know Leslie
at all, but African wells,

Machu Picchu, go, Leslie.

You sound like an
incredible woman.

Happy birthday.

No, no, no, no.

It's not her birthday.

Leslie's cancer went into
remission a year ago today.

What?

Why was there a cake?

Who makes a cake
for a cancer party?

I'm so sorry.

Why didn't you
tell me that this was

a mom survived cancer party?

I don't know.

I don't know.

I don't know.

Oh my God.

I guess I just thought
we were going to be hanging

out in here, and I don't know.

I wanted to see you.

I am so humiliated.

I cannot go back in there, and
I really wanted a tiny burger.

I love tiny burgers,
and now I can't go back.

It's not funny because
someone had cancer.

I'm sorry.

You're very cute, though.

Thank you.

How the hell do I get
out of your house?

I can't have an
anxiety disorder.

If ruining my boyfriend's
ex-girlfriends mom's

cancer party didn't trigger
a panic attack, nothing will.

The fact is I'd rather
relive that moment on loop

than have a conversation
with my own mom.

She makes me feel inadequate.

You've been going
out a lot lately.

Not really.

Yes, really.

You didn't even come
home last Sunday.

Mom, I'm 20.

Are you dating someone?

I hope he has a good job.

He's a student.

He's getting his PhD.

Oh my God, a doctor.

Mom, shit, Mom, I
just played your game.

I told you that he's getting
a PhD to impress you,

but I don't want to impress
you and play your game.

Why don't you
want to talk to me?

You judge.

I don't judge.

The judging, you always have.

It's just you.

I am not a judgmental person.

OK.

Well, no.

I don't want you to
think I'm judgmental.

OK, I won't.

Would you like to come to
my yoga opening next week?

I don't know.

I could have something
really great planned by then.

I would love to have you.

I've got that file for you.

Oh, great.

I was just running out anyway.

Where are you going?

Should I drive?

No, no, no, I got this.

No.

I'm good.

What should I do here?

I don't know.

Ask the girls.

I'm sure they have something
you can putter around with.

I'll be back in a
couple of hours.

OK.

Oh, shit.

Oh my God.

What?

OK, you can do this.

You can do this.

You can do this.

Just get in the car.

Get in the car.

I can do this.

You can't do this.

Hi.

Excuse me, does anyone
have a driver's license,

and can you come with
me for a quick drive?

I only have a learner's permit,
and I need a licensed driver.

Please?

I'm a really nice girl.

It will be an adventure, and
I will bring you right back.

Hey, works over.

Whistle's blown.

Let's go home.

Sorry, I forgot to
give you that file.

Ah, no worries.

Didn't you need
it for your meeting?

No.

No.

It's nothing to worry about.

My plan could have worked.

Who was that woman?

What were they doing?

Where did they meet?

Where were they going?

Why the secret
meeting in the garage?

I forgot you're a
"Murder She Wrote" fan.

I mean, they were going
to find a place to fuck.

Are you going to tell your mom?

I'll call her and tell her.

He's cheating on her for sure.

Oh my God.

What?

I probably am like my dad.

Cheating.

Sex.

He hides smoking
from my mom, too.

I need a new job.

I can't deal with the stress.

Want to do mushrooms?

Oh my God, no.

We slept in a park.

Do you think that were bad
influences on each other?

Bad?

Influences, yes.

Bad?

What's bad?

I don't know.

You're so weird.

What do you want to do tonight?

I want to do something good.

I heard you weren't
returning in the fall.

If you would like to
talk, please call me.

You are an excellent writer
with so much potential,

and I'd love to see you
continue your education with us.

Sincerely, Professor Keats.

Revelation came to me
in knowing that I'm

able to make good choices
and can somewhat enjoy them.

Does that make me normal?

What if it's easier
to not do good things?

Hello?

Hey, it's Ben.

Oh, hi.

What are you up to?

I was just going
to write something.

Oh, the next great
novel of our time.

Sorry, that was really lame.

I mean, kind of
lame, but I wouldn't

say full on really lame.

Well, I was just going to
say if you're free, but...

Oh, no, I am.

I mean, I don't need
to do this right now.

Are you sure?

I feel like I caught
you in the middle of...

No, you didn't. It's fine.

What are you thinking?

I was just thinking
maybe I could come over.

We could watch a
movie or something.

Jen and a friend are
using the TV here.

Yeah, my parents are home.

Oh, right.

How about I just take you out
for dinner later this week?

OK.

So subtle, Mom.

So I packed some
of my things today.

You haven't seen the
new place yet, have you?

No.

It's so weird.

Where would you move?

When I'm on my own?

Yeah.

I don't know.

I'd love to stay in the Valley.

It's cozy.

And even though I don't
drive, I appreciate

the available parking.

I want to tell you
something about me.

Something I just found
out from my doctor.

It's weird.

But...

Sorry for the interruption.

I've been watching
you guys for a while,

and I just wanted to
say I think you two

make the nicest looking couple.

That was nice.

Weird.

Nobody ever stopped to
tell me that with one

of my neck tattoo boyfriends.

Sorry.

What were you just about to say?

You just found something
out from your doctor.

Oh, right.

I just found out that I
am allergic to bananas.

Bananas?

I didn't realize
that they weren't

supposed to taste spicy.

Huge bummer.

No, you're not missing out.

Thanks.

So mushy.

So tasteless.

Sorry, I'm late.

I'm happy you made it.

Winona?

Hey.

Oh my God, I haven't
seen you since 12th grade.

How are you?

Oh, I'm in this panic
disorder group, so not good.

Oh, it's not a big deal.

This group is amazing.

You'll see.

Anyone want to
open the discussion?

I will.

I had three panic
episodes this week.

How did it start?

All of them were from
exercise or climbing stairs.

My heart beats so fast that
I start freaking out I'm

going to have a heart attack,
and then the panic comes on,

and I start to sweat and
I think I'm going to die.

Same.

It's always the stairs.

Anyone else suffer
from panic episodes

from physical exertion?

Oh, God, should I be?

Well, how does
your panic manifest?

I haven't had a panic attack.

I have sore armpits.

My armpits used to ache.

Really?

Yeah, all the time.

Oh, I'm so jealous you haven't
had a panic attack yet.

Well, I don't know if
I'm going to get one.

Well, when you
do, you'll have us.

I am never going back
to another group again.

I am way healthier
than they are.

It was bonkers.

Why would Doc put you in a
group if you didn't belong?

I don't know.

Maybe to make another
$1,000 an hour.

So you're fine now.

Everything's great.

You're fixed.

Yeah.

I mean, even my school
wants to be back,

so I didn't blow that one.

Oh.

Are you going to go?

Fuck, no.

I'm like so good right now.

I've never been better.

Hey, Addie, you coming with us?

Oh, no, I think
I'm going to pass.

No, come on.

It's rave night.

Are you sure you
don't just want to hang

out with me and Cameron?

We're going to paint
each other tonight.

No.

Come out with us.

It's rave night.

I know you love to dance and
I have some good Ecstasy.

No.

Sleep is for the weak, Addie.

You have your whole
life to be domestic.

You can be boring tomorrow.

Give me the ex-stuff.

It's worth the diarrhea.

I'm going to come.

What?

Look at my face.

Sure, where else would I look?

Look at my face.

I'm going to come.

It was like.

Oh, you're never going
to be able to erase that.

I am never going to
forget that come face.

I told you.

Fucking in your childhood
bed is bad luck.

Whitelighters, I know.

I mean, I believe it now.

I wish I packed those
stuffed animals up.

I can't believe you're moving
to an apartment on the West

side.

Wait, why are your
parents downsizing?

It's not like your
house is so big.

So they can use the extra
cash to travel, I guess.

Um, are you sure your dad isn't

going to split on your
mom with this new woman?

I don't know if
that's his new woman.

I don't know anything.

Sounds plausible to me.

Dad has a sidepiece, wants
to get out of the house,

put your mom in a
fancy apartment,

and then he splits on her, and
leaves her there alone to die.

Poof.

Fuck, that would be so sad.

This isn't just plain terrible.

This is fancy terrible.

This is terrible
with raisins in it.

Something is off.

So newsflash, I'm fine.

You were wrong.

And how wonderful is that?

Yeah.

I really have my shit together.

Yeah, you do, lady.

Your shit is so
together that you're 20

in your pediatrician's office.

See?

I look at this as
being really grounded.

So how's Dr. Monroe working out?

I told her my deepest,
darkest secret and I cried.

And you're fine, no armpit pain?

No.

I'm feeling great.

A professor from college
wrote me a really nice letter.

I went to Mom's yoga class.

I have a boyfriend.

We're probably going to move
in together because he's living

with his ex-girlfriend,
and who knows

how long I'll last
living in an apartment

with Robert and Pamela.

I mean, waiting for elevators
is like so annoying.

Don't I know.

Any who.

You should probably just
move on to your next patient.

So you came all the way
over here to Toluca Lake just

to tell me that you're fine?

Yes, chief, I'm feeling fine.

I really just came
here to say goodbye,

because I'm going to move on
up, get a doctor for adults.

You know, that's lovely,
because most of the time I

never know what happens
to my patients...

You are the best doctor
a kid could ever ask for.

And you are the most eventful
and complicated patient

a doctor could ever ask for.

That is literally the
greatest compliment of my life.

Bye.

Be safe.

I don't have a doctor anymore.

That's OK.

He's a child's doctor
and now I'm a woman.

I'm going to be a
fantastic woman.

I going to learn to drive.

I'm going to eat breakfast.

I'm going to learn to cook.

I'm going to be the best
version of myself ever.

I'm going to be fine.

I'm an excellent friend.

I'm funny.

I'm smart and caring.

Why did I ever doubt myself?

I didn't need anybody
to tell me that.

OK, maybe I did, but now
I'm going to be fine.

My home is going to be amazing.

Everybody is going to be
welcome there, open house.

I'm going to have a great job.

I'm going to get a cat.

I don't need anybody
to tell me what to do.

Hi, do you have any
full time positions

available at the moment?

Yes, we're actually hiring.

Perfect.

I will leave you my resume.

Thank you.

Have a great day.

You, too.

Hi, could you please
point me in the direction

of your manager?

Hi.

I'm Greg, the manager.

I manage.

Hi.

Greg.

Hi, I'm Winona.

I saw that you were
looking for help,

so I wanted to
drop off a resume.

Great.

Cool.

I love this store.

Thanks.

So what kind of hours
are you looking for?

Full time.

We have a part time
position available right now?

Oh, then I'd have
to get two jobs.

Hm, two jobs is a lot of jobs.

Way more than one jobs.

Double jobs.

One full time job
is already a lot.

One full time jobs
is so much jobs.

It would be a lot of scheduling.

You'd basically need
an assistant, yeah.

Probably wouldn't work.

Would you want to
come in for an interview

if we get a full time position?

Hell yeah.

- I mean...
- Great.

You're welcome.

I mean, I like hell, yeah.

OK, I'm just going to
go look around the store.

If you need any
help with anything,

don't hesitate to ask.

This is my favorite smell
in here, this bookstore.

Yeah, it's a combination of
the old books and a grilled

cheese I just made in the back.

Psst.

Paycheck.

Save this money.

Thanks, Dad.

What's with the fucking hat?

Breathe in.

Breathe out.

Breathe in.

Breathe out.

You can do this.

You have to, A, find out
where they're going, B,

see them doing something bad,
and C, get some evidence.

Ah, fuck.

Dad.

What is going on?

Why are you driving?

Please don't call
the police on me.

I'm going to call the police.

What are you doing?

I was following you.

You... let's get you to a doctor.

No, I am fine.

It's a tiny head cut.

Tiny head cuts bleed a lot.

Everybody knows that.

Robert, what's going on?

Who is that woman?

Why are you with her?

She's a property owner.

We're going to
look at buildings.

Oh my gosh, you scared me.

Are you good?

Are you sure you don't
want to go to the hospital?

Positive.

Well, I'm going to take the
car in and have the bumper

popped out so your mother
doesn't have to ever

know anything about this.

You're not going to tell her?

Of course not.

OK.

I have a job interview
at a clothing boutique.

When's the interview?

Tomorrow.

While my dad is in
a meeting nearby.

I feel all shaky.

You're always a
little shaky and glum.

Chi wah wah.

Oh, shit.

What?

An ex just walked in.

With, with, with
the neck tattoos?

I thought you were
joking about that.

Can we leave?

I feel weird.

Sure.

Hey, you OK?

I don't know.

Slow down.

Slow down.

Too much coffee.

Sorry I asked about that guy.

It's none of my business.

No, it's fine.

You didn't do anything wrong.

I told my mom about you.

You did?

What did you say?

Let's see, I said I met a
girl who was very interesting

and unintentionally funny.

Unintentionally funny sounds
like a backhanded compliment.

I wasn't meant to be.

She wants to meet you.

Already?

Yeah, you want to
do that this week?

Yeah.

I'll do it.

I'll be done in about an hour.

I'll meet you back at the car.

Roger that.

Roger that.

So it looks like you don't
have any experience in retail.

Yes, that is true, but I
love clothes and fashion.

True passions.

What would you
say was the biggest

challenge you've had at a job?

Well, once when I worked
in the coffee shop on campus,

this guy gave me a $5
bill for his coffee.

Then he tried to tell me
that he gave me a $20.

It turned into
this huge argument,

but I gave him the change for
the $20 out of my own money

to cover what the cafe lost.

That guy did come
back, took his pants

off, nothing I could do to stop
him, so I called the police.

Hm.

Can you give me an example of
how well you work with others?

Well, the coffee
shop job was me alone.

The video store was me alone,
and now I currently am a driver

for a professional male
person, but really all

of my interactions with
coworkers and directly

and solely with my boss.

You're shaking.

Are you OK?

I had coffee before I came
here, like a lot of coffee.

It's definitely coffee.

And you can work full time?

Yes.

Great.

Well, I think that's it.

Is there anything
you want to tell

me about yourself or ask me?

Oh my God, my ears
are ringing like a lot.

I don't know why.

Sorry?

Do you need some water?

OK, give me one second.

Here.

You OK?

I've got to go.

Oh.

Where is she?

She's in the back?

Hi, Mom.

Honey, are you OK?

I am totally fine.

She took a lip gloss and
passed out after her interview.

I broke her fall.

Oh my God.

Please, sweet Jesus,
strike me down right now.

Why did you take a lip gloss?

I forgot I was holding it.

It was an accident.

I believe you.

I don't think you stole it.

I'm just concerned about
you passing out like that...

I am fine, Mom.

You're not fine.

Hi, Robert.

What are you doing here?

Well, I was called down in
the middle of her job interview

because she passed out.

She says she's fine.

But she's not fine, and
she shouldn't drive.

Sweetie, do you
want a ride home?

No, I'm fine.

I'll see you later.

OK, OK, OK.

I'm worried about you.

It was an accident.

I don't want you to
have any more accidents.

First the car, and now this.

I'll be more careful.

Do you want to talk to
somebody, a therapist?

You think I need a therapist?

No.

I just want to be there
for you, that's all.

I have it.

What?

The panic thing.

No, you don't

Stephanie, I accidentally
and in plain sight

took a lip gloss from a store
that didn't give me a job,

then I passed out.

Oh my God, you're
the worst shoplifter.

You always have been.

I am telling you I
wasn't shoplifting.

I was freaking out.

I didn't even realize that
I put it on or in my pocket.

I felt out of body.

It was so disassociating.

It was like an acid flashback,
but I've never done acid.

I don't even remember
giving them my mom's number

when I came to.

Sucks.

That's all you have to say?

What do you want
from me, Winona?

I don't know, some support.

I don't know.

Candy?

Oh, because I'm a baby?

Yeah.

You steal this or did
you buy it this time?

Come on.

Hey.

How did you get here?

My mom dropped me off.

Oh, God.

What?

Oh, I said hi.

Hi.

Should we go?

Yeah.

Go masturbate with a fork, Jen.

Is this the street
that you grew up on?

Yep.

It's so cute.

Yeah.

Is this OK? Are you OK?

You seem nervous.

Should we not do this?

No, no, I'm fine.

I just want to let you know
something about my mom.

She's a serial killer?

OK, now, so my dad left my
mom last year because he's gay.

Whoa.

You really buried the
lead with that one.

How has this not come up?

I don't like talking
about it really.

Right.

But wow.

I mean, good for your
dad and sad for your mom.

Yeah, so you'll love my mom.

She's very sweet, but
because of my dad,

she's gone kind of crazy.

What?

She gets like these panic
episodes or panic attacks.

She won't have one
probably, but I just wanted

to give you the heads up.

Cool.

I got it.

Ben.

- Hi.
- Hi.

Come on in.

Ben told me you had blue hair.

I thought he was kidding.

I love corgies.

This is Winnie.

She's my baby girl.

That's my name.

She has my name.

I love her even more now.

Is that narcissistic?

No.

Ben, I forgot the tea
in the other room.

I'll go get it.

So what do you do?

I work for my dad.

I'm currently looking
for a new job.

In what field?

Um, I'm looking all over
the place just for work.

Can I feed Winnie a sandwich?

Sure.

One of these?

Yeah.

Just a small bite.

She only has a tiny mouth.

So, um, Ben,
Winona was telling me

that she is looking
for a job, but she

doesn't have a specific field.

Yeah, well, she's a writer.

Oh.

So you're getting
a writing job then?

Well, no, I didn't go
to journalism school,

so writing jobs are hard to get.

Mom is a doctor.

Right.

That's wonderful.

Teachers and doctors are
the gems of this world.

That's very nice of you to say.

Ben, could you pour the tea?

Yeah.

Ben's going to be a professor.

I know, it's so great.

So why don't you go
to journalism school?

That's fine.

I just don't want
to be a journalist,

so that's a very easy answer.

You know, it's a really
hard world out there,

and sometimes you
just have to do things

you really don't want to do.

Wow, your mom was intense.

I mean, lovely woman, but wow.

Sorry.

No, it's fine to ask
the hard questions.

I just wasn't expecting them.

I needed more corgi time.

Are you OK?

Yeah, totally.

Do you want to go back to yours?

I could get a cab home later.

Uh, no, I'll just
drop you off at home.

I've got some reading to do.

OK.

This is so good.

Why don't you try some?

Hm, pass.

So you guys are going to be
super happy to know that I

packed a lot of my stuff today.

Tell me about the new place.

Oh my God, it's so beautiful.

It has views out to Catalina
and walk in closets.

Walk in closet?

Damn, Mom, I can't
wait for our new place.

Winona.

Um, honey, it's
not our new place.

It's our new place.

Oh my God, are
you kicking me out?

No, no, no, no.

I told you that we
were downsizing,

and you had to find
a place of your own.

No, you didn't tell me that
I had to find my own place.

I thought you understood.

That what, you
don't care about me

and you're kicking me out?

We care about you so much.

You know what I'm going to do, I

am going to get a pull
out couch for the office,

and then you can come
sleep whenever you want.

A pull out couch?

Mom, it is not like you
have five kids to support.

It is just me.

I think it would be
a good thing for you

to have a place of your own.

Fine.

I'll get my own place.

It just won't have
a walk in closet.

There was a walk in closet,
but actually, it's fine.

I don't want to live
on the West side.

I'm not a West side bitch.

Fuck Catalina.

Hey, I was thinking, you
need all of your ex's place,

I need a new house.

Maybe we just move in together.

Winona, I don't think
this is going to work.

When we were with my mom
and talking about life,

I couldn't help
thinking, you know,

you and I are just at very
different stages in our lives.

You don't know what you're
doing or what you want.

You're a high school graduate,
and look, I'm getting my PhD.

A PhD, and you, Winona, you
are very cool and fun and funny

and a really pretty
girl, but you're

a high school
graduate who doesn't

even have her driver's license.

I can't honestly believe I'm
dumping you, but I have to.

I need to date someone
who has a real life.

I need to date a
woman, you know?

I don't know.

I'm getting a PhD.

Oh my God.

I can just see you
practicing that speech

in the mirror with your mom.

Look, I'm sorry.

Look, let's drive home
and talk some more.

Ben, you really don't
deserve any more words from me,

but I am a deeply caring person,
so I am going to give them

to you see you have
some context to move

forward from this relationship.

You said that I don't know
what I want, what I am doing,

but, dude, if you think that
going to school every day

means that you have a better
clue than me, you're crazy.

And by the way, let me play
your game for a moment.

My college wants me back.

I'm a great student.

I could probably
get five PhDs if I

actually gave a shit about a
PhD, which I do not at all,

Ben.

And I don't know why I
can't pass my driver's test.

Honestly, I don't know why I
didn't want to go to school.

I don't know why I
wanted to come home.

It just didn't feel right.

How I live my life may not
work with your very narrow

minded view of how
people should be living,

but I am a real woman and I
would rather walk home a mile

in this swampfest heat, then
get in your car with you.

Fuck your PhD.

Mom?

Guys?

Guys?

Mom?

What is happening?

Mom, I lost my mind.

You have to tell me.

What's wrong?

Take me to the mental hospital.

No, I will not.

Mom, you have to.

I am freaking out.

What's going on here?

I am having a panic attack
or a nervous breakdown.

You're not,
sweetheart, you're just...

You're just stressed.

I'll go make you
something to eat.

Dr. Cotton diagnosed
me with panic disorder.

What?

I didn't tell you.

Why wouldn't you tell me that?

I didn't believe it.

It's what's making me a fuck up.

You're not a fuck up.

I am a fuck up.

I dropped out of school
because I am a fuck up.

I have been going through
this for eight hours.

I can't take it.

Watch what happens
when I go in my room.

What do we do?

I'll look after her.

Take me to the hospital.

Winona, I want you to lie down,

and I'm going to
take care of you, OK?

I'm going to go
make you some soup.

I don't want fucking soup.

I want my mind to come back.

Do you need me here?

Because I can't watch this.

What, Dad, you can't watch this?

I crashed the car and
you could watch that.

What, what car crash?

I thought Dad was having
an affair so I followed

him in his car and rear
ended him and the woman

that he was with.

OK, slow down.

No, I can't.

Both of you let
this happen to me.

Why did you let me
come home from school?

Why did you make being
a fuck up so easy?

You made up the stupidest
job in the world.

You enabled me to be a zero.

You are not a zero.

You could be a grocery bagger
and I would be so proud of you.

That is the worst thing
that you have ever said to me.

Mom, are you seriously
not going to address

Dad and this affair thing?

I'm not having an affair.

I saw you hug her.

I've known her for 30 years.

Why are you so surprised that I

would jump to that conclusion?

You never talk to me.

I don't know anything about you.

I don't know anything
about you, Winona.

You do the same thing to me.

Why would you say
that at this moment?

All right, you're fine.

You don't need to
go to the hospital.

Just get some sleep.

If I could sleep I would.

Winona, do you want a bath?

How about I draw you a bath?

No.

I love this house, and
it's the best house ever

and you sold it.

You were both so stupid.

I hate you.

I don't hate you.

I don't.

Sh.

Just breathe.

Honey, just breathe.

OK, I'm going to go make
you something to eat.

I can't see you like this.

Well, this is me, Dad.

I'm sorry.

You're so much like
me, Winona, it hurts.

Winona?

Good morning.

Honey?

Honey?

Pamela?

When did it start?

Almost 24 hours.

I can't look in my room
without throwing up.

All right, I'll be right back.

I've never heard of that before.

Here you go.

Do me a favor.

I want you just to put
this under your tongue.

Here you go.

Get the tinfoil off.

Here you go.

How you doing?

OK, I want you to
breathe with me.

In through your nose,
out through your mouth.

Breath in through your nose,
out through your mouth.

In through your nose,
out through your mouth.

Where's my favorite
baby picture?

Oh, I retired it.

I put it in the closet.

I'll bring it out
when this is done.

How do you feel?

Holy shit, that pill worked.

Yes, it does.

How does it work that well?

It's doing its job.

Well, you're going
to be fine now.

I don't know, Dad.

Well, you know
what, you're right,

because the pill only
alleviates some of the symptoms.

Now, the real solution, in my
humble opinion, is therapy.

He's right.

Anxiety issues
run in our family.

I figured.

You were always
such a stress case.

Not your mother.

Me.

I had a panic attack
after you were born.

Did you know that?

I'm not his pediatrician.

Look, you can get therapy.

I went.

I'll go back.

Now that's what I want to hear.

And we're here to support
you in any way, no matter what.

Me too.

Me three.

I like your jacket.

Thanks, Mom.

The sassy one is my favorite.

I think he's a boy.

He's called Ian.

No shit, he is.

Look at that little fucker.

Ian.

Dear Professor Keats,
thank you for your letter.

I don't really
believe anyone knows

how they're doing
this, this life thing,

but these are the facts.

My facts.

For better or for worse,
I'm a bit of a fuck up,

but we all kind of are.

I don't think anyone truly knows
how they'll reach their goals.

No matter how well
we plan, we all drown

in uncertainty along the way.

And the worst part, once
you finally reach your goal,

you have to make a
new one and struggle

to reach it all over again.

Cool.

So I guess what I'm going to
do is accept all that comes

with the path I am choosing.

The unconventional path, because
it feels the most comfortable,

I'll keep believing I will
get to where I belong.

And then none of us really
knows how we're doing this,

and that's OK.

What are your
greatest strengths?

I am intuitive.

I'm good at listening.

I know when someone
wants to be left alone

and when someone needs help.

Why do you want to work here?

I love books.

Bookstores calm me down.

I like to be calm.

I like readers, so I will
like all of our customers

automatically.

What are your current goals?

I want to get my
driver's license.

I'm sick of cabs and buses.

You currently go to school?

Not at the moment,
but I may go back.

Great.

Well, as you can see,
we're pretty mellow

over here, not that formal.

But I'd like to
hire you full time.

You're great.

No way.

Hell, yeah.

Can you start Monday?

Yes.

Also, I feel like there is
a thing here between us,

and I just want to say
that there can be no thing.

No thing.

I mean, did I just lose
this job for saying that?

Oh my God. I'm sorry.

I didn't mean to
be inappropriate.

Sometimes I just
blurt things out.

It's classic Sagittarius.

No, its fine.

It's fine.

I totally get it.

I'm a Capricorn.

Oh, shit.

Are you OK?

You're alone.

You're never alone.