All language subtitles for Wildflower.2022.2160p.4K.WEB.x265.10bit.AAC5.1-[YTS.MX]-rado

I knew something like this
was gonna happen.

Please, stop.
She's gonna be okay.

Is it there?

I knew something like this
was gonna happen.

Loretta, you can't smoke
at a hospital!

There are sick people
everywhere, and newborns!

-She awake yet?
-Not yet, honey.

Where's Sharon?

Oh, she's getting candy.

-Oh, Mom.
-Hey!

-Brother from another mother.
-Hey, man.

She ain't awake yet.

It's gotta be okay.

-Where's Sharon?
-I'm right here.

-Hey, Sis.
-Oh, my God!

Hey, where are my Milk Duds?

I forgot.

Did you get Bea a balloon?

I think it has a hole in it.

It's okay maybe we can
exchange it later.

What? What is wrong
with you guys? Bea is in a coma.

And you guys are talking
about balloons and candies.

I eat when I get nervous.

We never should've let her
come back here.

Honey, breathe.
Honey, breathe.

Yeah, breathe.
You're not helping.

-She's not helping?
-You know what, Loretta?

Have you ever helped?
All you do is criticize.

I've always felt trapped
in this family.

But this is whole other level.

Usually, when I need
to get away, I go for a run.

I'd give anything to be able
to do that right now.

Everyone, remain calm.

Alright. Thank you.

Now remember, just because
Bea can't hear us

doesn't mean she can't feel us.

Ben's right.
We should all say a prayer.

Well, that won't work,
you're Jewish.

Jewish people pray too,
Loretta.

Well, not like Catholics.

And Bea is a Catholic.

-No, I'm not.
-By blood.

Loretta, would you like
to say the prayer?

-Yes, I would. Thank you.
-What's the point?

If there is a God,
he's the one who put me here.

Heavenly Father,

we humbly beseech you
to look down on our Bea

and rain a holy vengeance

on the goddamn motherfucker
who put her in here.

God doesn't have to worry
about that.

'Cause when I catch who it was

I'mma beat the crap
out of him.

I mean, I got a second degree
black belt.

-No, he doesn't.
-We don't really know.

That someone did this
to her yet.

Okay, this could've been
an accident.

But I don't have any memory
of that night.

Was it night?

Loretta, I swear to God...

I told you, that won't work.

Maybe I can remember what
happened

if I just think real hard.

Okay, new plan.

Maybe I should try
retracing my steps.

But where do you start
when the thing you lost

is your last memory.

Oh! Guess we're starting
way back.

My parents couldn't wait
to have a baby.

I said my parents!

Hello!

Now, that's obviously not them.

My parents!
Mis padres.

The ones who gave me life.

Growing up, I was told
my parents were special.

When I got old enough,

I realized that's the word
adults use

when someone has a disability.

My dad was born
without a disability

but he got hit by
a drunk driver when he was 12.

After that,
his body kept growing

but his mind just kind of
stayed the same.

Part of my mom's brain
never fully developed.

The doctors said she'd never
be able to live on her own.

Who's that?

Oh, the neighbors
recommended him.

He looks thirsty.

Can I bring him some lemonade?

Oh, sure, sweetie.
That's nice.

Don't let her go out there.

-Why not?
-Look at her.

The part of her brain that makes
her horny is still working.

Earl! She just wants
to give him something to drink.

The guy is in a tank top
for crying out loud.

You wanna go on a date?

-Sure.
-I'm Sharon.

I'm Derek.

Ah, where are you going?

To ask my mom
if I can go on a date.

I can't sleep.

-Yeah, me neither.
-She should be home by now.

I can't believe
you let her go out with him.

Everyone says he is
a very nice young man.

And she needs to be around
people her own age.

She's not twenty-one
on the inside, Peg.

Well, neither is Derek.

How do you know?

Doris McAllister told me

he had a really bad head injury
when he was a boy.

Doris McAllister also told you

that she saw Elvis
at a Piggly Wiggly.

Well, Sharon deserves this.
She deserves to be happy.

I know.

Don't worry.

They just went out for pizza.

What's the worst
that could happen?

I love you, Mrs. Johnson.

I love you, Mr. Johnson

He gave her my mother's ring.

Oh! That's nice.

So, um...

How-how long was your drive
up from Vegas?

-Ah, too long.
-It was, it was long.

Oh, I could imagine.

Well, you know, I think it's
pretty clear what we need to do.

I agree.

-We need to get them a divorce.
-Sharon needs to be sterilized.

Excuse me.

I said,
"Sharon needs to be sterilized."

We can't let 'em procreate.

Why on earth would we do that

when we can just
get them a divorce?

Absolutely not.

Divorce is a sin.

My son's not gonna go to hell

because of your trollop
of a daughter.

-Whoa! Whoa! Whoa!
-Excuse me?

-I said, my son's--
-Yes, I heard you. I heard you.

Look, everyone.
Just calm-calm down.

Yeah, calm down.
Did you hear what she said?

I-I did and...she has a point.

Ah, it's just I don't think
they can take care of a child.

Earl, we're not getting
Sharon spayed.

She's not a goddamn poodle.

What choice do we have?

Oh, you can get
your son neutered.

-Mom! That's awful.
-Well, that's my point.

Your father's the one who wants
to get your sister sterilized!

Ah, I just said
we should consider it.

Well, sure,
if you want to get sued.

Oh, shut up, Hal.

No, I'm-I'm just saying.

My cousin's a lawyer.

Two years ago
he worked with a woman

who sued her parents
for this very thing.

They took the poor folks
for all they had.

Well, then, that's-that's
definitely out of the question.

-We can't afford that.
-Oh, my God, dad!

If that's all you care about,

why don't you move
to North Korea

and let the government
do it for you?

'Cause I'm not
a goddamn communist!

Okay, sweetie, sweetie.

Maybe we're all, you know,
getting worked up over nothing.

You know, maybe Derek and Sharon
aren't even interested in sex.

Grandma Peg wasn't great
at predicting things.

-What should we name her?
-Bambi.

Now you know what Bea
is short for.

Yeah, that's a sweet name.

-Hi there, Bambi.
-Hi, Bambi.

My mother named me after her
favorite cartoon character

and my father had no idea

he was increasing my chances of
becoming a stripper ten-fold.

That's kind of like a metaphor
for my whole childhood.

But hey,
at least we were happy.

Oh, here I think
grandma wants to hold you.

You're such a good baby.

Who's a cute baby?

I did it!

-Good morning, Peg.
-Hi, dad.

Grandpa is back.

Oh! Whoa, whoa,
whoa, whoa, whoa!

-Okay.
-Okay, okay, okay, okay.

-Why are you guys so loud?
-Sorry, sorry.

Sorry.

We can't do this all life.

You see, I knew something like
this was gonna happen.

Oh, please.
It could happen to anybody.

But you remember
that time I almost sat on Joy.

I'd have squashed her
if you hadn't been there.

I'm done saving babies
from getting squashed!

-I'm not raising another kid!
-No, you're right.

You're not.
Derek and Sharon are.

-Oh, stop it.
-Stop what?

Pretending.
This is all pretend.

And they're playing house.

They are not playing house.

Oh, Honey, I'm home!

Where have you been?

-Hi, honey.
-Oh, out looking for a job.

I mean, we need to
get our own place.

What?
Is that my brief case?

What?
It's snake skin.

Derek, Derek, no one
needs to move out.

Oh, yes. We do.

I mean...

A man needs to provide a home
for his family.

Right, Earl?

-Is this your idea?
-No.

Look, um, tell you what, Derek,

if this is what you really want,
you know, when the time comes,

we'll help you find
an apartment nearby

you know when
Bea is little older.

No, it cannot work.

There ain't any jobs
around here.

And, uh, I mean,
I want to be closer to mom.

So, we're going to Vegas.

-No! No one is going anywhere.
-Relax.

You're not taking
Sharon to Vegas.

Because you do not know
what's best for her.

-Yes, I do.
-I can get a job at Hooters.

-Good idea.
-No, you can't.

You can't. You cannot take care
of Bea by yourself.

Yes, I can. Bambi is my baby.
She is not yours.

I know that, sweetheart.
I know, I know. Careful.

You know what,
we don't need your help anymore

or-or anyone else's.

I can take care
of my own family.

I'm sorry, sweetheart.

Why didn't you say something?

I told you,
I'm not raising another kid.

We've been raising Sharon
for 21 years.

How can you be so selfish?

Oh, get off your high horse.

You knew, it was gonna
end up like this.

What?

You're the one that said
Sharon can date.

You're the one who said
she can have babies.

-I'm the one who tried to stop.
-I wanted her to have a--

You wanted her out!

I don't have a lot...
Oh, my God!

How can you say that to me?

-Well, listen.
-How can you say that to me?

Don't make me the bad guy.

Because I know
you feel relieved too.

Hello?

Are you Loretta Johnson?

Oh, Lord, no.

Okay, Peg Addleman?

McDonald, I went back
to my maiden name.

-Noted.
-And you are?

I'm Mary.
Bea's social worker.

What is she doing here?

-Oh!
-Yes.

Why-why does Bea have
a social worker?

It's routine when minors
come in with injuries.

I do my report and provide it
to the proper authorities.

What do they think happened?

Well, they think
it's likely an accident.

What do you think?

No, I just want to make sure
there's nothing else to it.

I actually met Bea before.

Seven years ago,
after the car accident.

Ugh, they made
such a big deal out of that.

That-that was just
a big misunderstanding.

It's okay.

I'm actually more interested
in what happened yesterday.

Please, have a seat.

Um, it's okay
that we do it here?

I-I don't wanna leave Bea.

Everybody else went home
to rest and change and...

But you stayed.

Well, somebody had to.
And-and I-I wanted to.

My-my ex-husband
was supposed to show up

and he could've stayed
but you know...

Surprise, surprise!

Ex-husband.

I-I don't know
how much help I'll be.

I was in California yesterday

that's where I live.

That's okay. Um...

Actually, I-I'd like to get
a bigger picture

of Bea's life.

For example...

has she been getting along
with her parents lately?

Oh, Derek and Sharon
had nothing to do with this.

I'm not saying that,
that they do. Just, um...

I know, Bea's childhood was
somewhat non-traditional.

Oh, my God, You live in a van
with your parents one time

and they never let it go.

I mean, it was a nice van.

Dad said the only time
he took money from grandpa

was to buy it.

We moved into
this really neat community

where my parents
could just be themselves.

Look at this place.

-Wow! Yeah.
-Huh?

I think it was the first time
my mom had real friends.

So, there was always someone
to watch me

while my parents
went to look for jobs.

When no one wanted
to hire my dad...

he made his own opportunity.

Say what you want
about my parents

but when they actually commit
to doing something, they do it.

Dad said living in that van
was the happiest we ever were.

But he wanted us
to have a real home.

And eventually,
we moved into one.

Huh?

Dad told me
we were happy in the van,

but I remember being
really happy in the house.

I liked that my parents trusted
me to take care of myself.

Until they started trusting me
to do everything.

I don't see
why this is so hard.

I mean, okay.

Look, next time
when you press the gas--

-What are you doing?
-You said, "Press the gas."

-I wasn't done!
-Don't yell at me!

-I'm not yelling!
-Yes, you are.

I don't wanna do this anymore.

You said it would be fun
and it's not fun!

You gotta learn to drive.

I'm ten.

What if there's an emergency
and I can't drive?

What kind of emergency?

I don't know.
What if my leg fell off?

Or I drank too many beers?

Why can't mom drive?

Because your mama can't get
a license, that's why.

Is that because she's retarded?

Who told you that?

Esther did.

She told everyone at school.

Your mama is not retarded.

Are you retarded?

No! Ain't nobody retarded!

Look, if you...

if you learn to drive...

I'll get you
anything you want.

Anything?

Godzilla, sit.

Good boy.

Good boy.

Okay, now let's tr...

-Let's try "Stay."
-Bambi!

My name is Bea!

-Bea!
-What? I'm busy.

Your mom needs help
getting dressed for work!

Come on!

Okay.

Thanks.

Let's go get mommy ready
for work.

Where're you going?

The track.
Bob's picking me up.

But it's Saturday.

Well, I'm not working.
I'm racing.

What about my soccer game?

Well, I'll come next weekend.

Bye, Bea.

Mom, what are you doing?

Have you brushed your teeth?

Yeah.

Then why aren't you dressed?

I'm getting a snack first.

No, you're gonna be late
and you can't get fired again

because dad's truck
isn't enough.

Godzilla, leave it.

Okay, let's go get dressed.

Come on, Mom. I'll walk you to
the bus on the way to my game.

Godzilla?

Godzilla!

Mom, did you go outside?

Yeah. I wanted to see
if it was sunny out.

Why didn't you just
look out a window?

Godzilla!

Godzilla!

This is definitely an emergency.

So, you have no idea
how this happened?

Nope.

You weren't driving?

Lady, I'm ten.

Did your dad tell you to lie?

He definitely did.

No.

Can I see my dog now?

You can get Godzilla back
when we're done.

I don't want him back.

Really? After you crashed
a car trying to find him?

I told you. That wasn't me.

I wanna say goodbye.

I can't take care of him
and my mom.

It's natural for a big sister

to feel protective
of her little sister.

And for an aunt to feel
protective of her niece.

I think I just feel that
a little more intensely.

Um...

So, when Bea was born

we wondered
if it wouldn't be better

for everyone if we took her in.

Right, right, but then we got
pregnant with the twins

and, you know, as you
can imagine, our hands full.

And Sharon was so good with Bea
when she was a baby.

-She was, surely was.
-But...

After the...

car incident,
we revisited the idea

and Bea came to stay
with us for the summer.

Slice this up for you, buddy.

Hey, good work
on the avocado toast by the way.

-Thanks.
-It's good, right?

Fruit's fresh today,
I love this farmer's market.

Alright, here you go.

So good.

I, I know it's further

but I'm gonna
go to this one the next time.

Oh, those blueberries
are fantastic.

These are organic and they're
like a, they're beautiful.

So, like super concentrated
super--

What's wrong with you guys?

-Bea, why would you ask that?
-All the medicine.

Oh! Honey, those are vitamins.
Would you like some?

We don't want you to get sick
and there's been some

really yucky stuff going around.

I'm good.

-Mom?
-Mm-hmm.

Do I have tennis practice today?

No. You have tutoring
and then therapy.

Ow! Ow! I cut myself!

Oh, alright.

Is it bad?
Let me see.

That's why we do it for you,
buddy.

-Have to see the damage.
-Mama's on it.

-How is it?
-Oh, it's a good one.

-Yeah, is that a real one now?
-You're gonna be okay, look.

-Your boo-boo buddy.
-That felt better?

You'll be just fine.

What's for dessert?

We don't do dessert
for breakfast.

Well, that fucking blows.

Okay, um, you know what, Bea,

I think we gotta talk about
some ground rules.

Okay?

So, we don't use foul language.

We cover our mouth
when we belch.

And in this house, kiddo,

we wear pants at the table.

I'm letting my boys breathe.

Okay.
Why don't you guys go out?

You guys are done, right?

Let's go out and play.

Yes, yes, yes, yes!
Thank you, mom!

And be careful on the steps,
please.

Those steps are too steep.

She's like a feral dog.

-Ben!
-What?

Y-you know what I found
her doing the other day?

She was using Oreos
to train the boys

to fetch the remote for her.

You guys wanna go swimming?

We're not allowed to swim alone.

-Yeah.
-You're not alone.

You're with me.

Come on!
I know you want to.

Please just try to
connect with her?

I have. I really have.
I even gave her my lucky hat.

Aww. You've had that hat
since college. That's so sweet.

It's incredibly sweet.
Yeah, you know what she did?

She threw it in her bag
and then flipped me off

when I told her that
she couldn't borrow the car

Bea, are you okay? Bea!

Mom, dad, it's Bea.
Come quick!

-She can't swim.
-Bea, I'm coming.

-She can't swim.
-Hold on!

Hey!

-Oh, my God. Are you okay?
-I got you. I got you.

-Are you okay? Oh, my God!
-You okay? You okay?

Oh, my God! Oh, my God!

Bea, Bea, that was
incredibly dangerous.

You understand me?
You could've drowned.

-Ben? Ben?
-What were you thinking?

-Huh?
-Ben?

Uncle Ben, I...

-What?
-Honey, it's okay.

What?

Okay.

After I almost drowned

my uncle did a total 180.

It like, broke his brain

that I had never been
taught how to swim.

Or been to Disneyland
or had a piece of broccoli.

He always convinced that
he and my aunt could save me

from my sad childhood

like they had saved me
from that pool.

I got ya.

Okay.

I'm gonna call her.

Bea coming to live with us
is the right thing.

-Absolutely. Absolutely.
-Yeah.

It's all about
how you present it.

I'm sure your sister's gonna
understand.

Yeah.

Turns out, my mom didn't.

She called 9-1-1 and told them
someone was trying to steal me.

I over heard my aunt
tell the cops

she just wanted me
to have a normal life.

For my aunt and uncle,
that meant private school.

Plank's constant is equal to

6.63 times 10 to
the negative 34 joule seconds.

At first, my dad refused
the tuition money.

but Grandma Loretta
made him accept.

She figured if I got
knocked up in high school

like she did, at least
it would be by a rich kid.

Bea, I'm still waiting
on those college applications.

I know, I know,
never leave that till tomorrow

what you can do today.
I'm on it, Mr. V.

While my family was busy
worrying about my future

I was just trying to
balance work, school

and caring for my parents.

There I was.

You know, I was like
in the middle of the road.

You know, like, half dead.

And, uh, I was,
I was looking up at the sun.

But, uh,
it-it-it wasn't the sun.

No. It was the light.

-It's true. He saw the light.
-Yeah.

Yeah.

Then when I woke up

part of the car was, uh,
was on top of me

and I just, felt it.

I just, you know, I'm muscle.

That thing
and I-I just threw it off.

'Cause, you know,
even since I was a kid

I was built like a,
you know, brick crap house.

I don't know what this
has to do with my question.

Well, you asked me...

why I am not scared
or-or sad about Bea.

That's because...

you know, that day...

Jesus told me
he had my back.

And-and my Bea,
she's a part of me,

so...

you know,
he's got her back, too.

Amen.

That's me.

A real child of God.

Good evening and God bless.

I'm selling tickets
for my school's fund raiser.

The winner gets two tickets
to see Celine Dion

and whoever sells the most
raffle tickets

gets to go on our senior trip
to Disneyland for free.

So, it's a win-win really.

Hi, I'm selling raffle tickets
are you interested?

-I'm interested in some band.
-They're for Celine Dion.

And they are five dollars
for one raffle ticket.

-Maybe we can go together?
-No.

-No? Hey! I was gonna sell--
-What?

There are like
a million pedophiles.

Thanks. Sorry.

I'm so sorry.

This is all my fault.

Are you Bea's doctor?

No. I'm from child
and family services.

I'm trying to figure out
what happened to Bea.

Do you mind
if we talk for a second?

So, Bea didn't tell you
where she was going?

Nope.

Feeling nervous.

Nope.

Guilty?

No. Why would I feel guilty?

Oh, I heard you tell Bea

that you thought
it was all your fault.

No, I didn't.

Okay. I must've misheard.

One more question.

Does Bea drink?

A little bit
too much sometimes?

I'm not here
to get her in trouble but...

she had quite a bit of
alcohol in her system

when she was admitted and--

No, no, no,
that's impossible.

Bea doesn't drink.

Her dad was hit
by a drunk driver

so she was like,
totally against it.

So, what do you all
do for fun?

I don't know. Hang out.

Any place in particular?

I told you to wear
something warmer.

Well, this outfit get helps me
get all the rich pedos.

Can we please just go home?

What? No. I have...
I barely sold any tickets.

So, what?
Why do you care so much?

Well, I heard Esther Lawrence
tell everyone at lunch

that no one could sell more
tickets than her

and I want everyone to know
what a lying bitch she is.

-And then I want her to die.
-Bea!

Okay, I don't want her to die.

I just want her to get
chlamydia.

What?
It's totally curable.

She's probably already
had it before.

Are you ever gonna
get over it?

Nia, she called you
Kim Jong-un

in front of
the whole football team.

Yeah, thank you. I remember.

I was there.

Ugh, I'm gonna be late...

for work.

Ah, pool duty calls.

Shall we?

Dad, don't forget you have
a dermatologist appointment

today at noon.

Also, rent's due,
so can you deposit

mom's disability check?

And make sure
they tip you out today.

They're supposed to give
the bussers five percent.

Don't spend it on slots.

Mom.
Mom, did you hear me?

Hey! You-you are too old
to like this music.

You know what I heard?
That singer is gay.

-Oh, did you?
-Mm-hmm.

What? It's true.
I saw it on bar's Facebook.

Uh-huh. Yeah, and why do you
care if they're gay?

Because Jesus cares.

-"Jesus cares." Amen.
-Oh, my god.

Yeah, God, exactly.

I mean, the Bible...

uh, says that's wrong.

Wrong.

Well, you know what I heard?

I heard that your precious
Judge Judy is gay.

Oh, yeah. Mmm.

-Mm-hmm. Yeah.
-Uh-uh.

-No, no. No, she ain't.
-Mmm. Yup.

-Mmm. Oh, yeah.
-Oh!

Yeah, yeah yeah.
Huge, huge, lesbian.

-And you know what?
-What?

So am I.

You seriously told them that?

Yeah, you should've seen the
look on their faces.

You wanna trade your apple
for my Ho-Ho's?

Bea, we're in the same
astronomy class.

Okay.

I, ah, I noticed
you fell asleep.

-You were watching me sleep?
-No.

I just, ah,
I thought, if you wanted,

you could borrow my notes
from today.

Oh.

Thanks.

You might as well be a lesbian.

What's that supposed to mean?

You just blew off Ethan Rivers.

Who is Ethan Rivers?

He moved here last week.
Everyone's talking about it.

His parents own like all
the porta potties in Nevada.

Oh, well, excuse me
for not dropping

my panties right here
in the cafeteria.

They say he had cancer as a kid.
Testicular.

Heard he only has one ball.

Really? One ball?

With a smile like that,
who needs two?

Huh.

You think he'll be
at Esther's party?

You want to go to
Esther's party?

-So?
-I don't think we're invited.

Well, you don't need
an invitation

if you bring alcohol.

How are we going to get alcohol?

We're gonna get caught.

Well, if we do, it's because

you're drawing attention
to yourself.

I'm sorry! I sweat when
I'm about to get arrested!

We're not gonna get arrested.

My mom is way over 21.

It's fine.

-Hi.
-Hi.

-Hi.
-Hey.

-You wanna see my ID?
-No, I'm okay.

Okay.

-I like candy.
-It's good.

If this works,
we will literally be

the most popular people
at this party.

That will be $29.70.

Thank you. Oh, that's enough.

-Thank you.
-Thank you.

Your mom is awesome. I mean,
your house must be so fun.

You get to eat whatever you
want, watch whatever you want,

go to bed whenever you want.

-Thank you.
-You're welcome.

Your mom rocks.

Okay! Be cool.

What are you guys doing here?

I just want you to know,
I totally forgot

all about the time
you called me Kim Jong-il.

It was Kim Jong-un.

And this is kind of
an intimate gathering,

so I'm gonna have to
ask you guys to leave.

Huh, it's fine.
We'll leave.

But we're taking our
beer with us.

Yeah. And our hard seltzer.

Ugh. Whatever.

Tanaka's in the house!

She pulled up with the drink.

Babe, I told you she was cool.

Here, let's get this on ice.

Ooh. This is my nightmare.

Hey, hey, what's your name?

Uh, not interested.

Wow, that's a very beautiful
name. Mine's Ty--

Esther's older brother
who creeps around

her high school parties because
he can't get laid in college.

-Yeah. Oh, wow.
-Okay. I get laid plenty.

-Well... good for you. Okay.
-Yeah.

-I'm gonna go.
-Okay. Yeah.

And, just let me know
when you get bored

with all that
high school bullshit.

What's going on?

Apparently, Ethan told Andy that
he has a super strong stream

and can literally pee over
the top of his Land Rover.

So Andy bet him a hundred bucks
he couldn't. He's so funny.

Whoo!

Let's fucking go, dude!

-Pay up!
-Okay, uh...

-Seen enough of that.
-Okay.

Hey, Bea. Over here.

Hey. What's up?

So, I have this problem I
thought you could help me with.

See, I sold a ton of raffle
tickets for the fund raiser.

Like, there's no way
anyone can catch up.

And what's the problem?

Well, I'm just so blessed

that I didn't need
the free trip to Disney.

So, I thought I could give it

to someone less
fortunate...like you.

-Excuse me.
-I made her cry.

Oh.

You scared me.

Something wrong?

Um, I think my cancer
might have come back.

I just started bleeding
everywhere and, um...

I don't really know
what's happening--

Hey, hey, hey. We gotta...

We gotta get you to a hospital.

Yeah. I'll-I'll drive you.
Come on, okay. Come here.

What are you doing?

I want you to know what
it feels like to be a girl.

There you go. Come on. Let's go.

You know, it's-it's just
totally, it's not a big deal.

What's not?

Only having one-one ball.

It is when everyone else
has two.

Uh... Normally,
people have two, yes.

Uh, that is true, normally.

Um. But-but, who wants to
be normal, anyway, right?

That's, that's boring.

You think it would be boring
if I had two testicles?

N-no, no, no, um...

Uh, my.. Well, yeah. I mean
I-I-I don't know. Maybe kind of.

It's just my point, my point
is that, it is not a big deal.

To me. I don't-I don't care.
That's-that's all.

This is not a big...
Don't even worry about it.

It's not a big deal.
Pretty much.

-Really it's not...
-Can we not talk?

Mr. Rivers?

I will give you two
some privacy.

No, um, please don't.

-Wonderful. May I continue?
-Ah, yes.

Double wonderful. All your tests
came back normal.

I suggest you follow up
with your oncologist,

but I have no reason to believe
your cancer is back.

What about all the blood?

Looks like a case
of prostatitis.

-Is that bad?
-It's not ideal.

But it just means you
irritated your prostate.

It can be caused by anything
from kidney stones

to urinating too hard.

What?

Um, nothing. Nothing,
it's-it's fine.

A guy bet him that he couldn't
pee over his car. So he did.

How do I stop the bleeding?

I suggest you start peeing in
toilets, like the rest of us.

-I'm an absolute idiot.
-No, no.

You know I gotta say,
you don't seem the "bro" type.

But why would you get in
a literal pissing contest

with Andy Reynolds?

Making friends when you're new.

I guess I'd rather be the guy

who could pee over a car instead
of the guy with one ball.

Yeah, I get it.

You can't tell anybody
about all this.

-You know that, right?
-I won't. I promise.

Pinky swear?

Pinky swear.

Jesus!

No. Just Loretta.

- Are you the boyfriend?
- Uh...yeah.

You're hiding something.

-No, I'm not.
-Please!

Loretta knows
when a man's lying to her.

Ooh, except my second husband.

But he was a sociopath,
diagnosed and everything.

A real Ted Bundy type, but more
handsome. Know what I mean?

Bea and I broke up.

Wait a minute.

Are your parents rich?

Um...

Y-yeah, yeah.

In that case,
take my advice.

Say you're sorry.
Whatever you did.

Oh... okay.

Thank you, Loretta.

Ms. Johnson.
Can I talk to you?

Am I gonna be interrogated now?

Oh, no. No, it's
not an interrogation.

Uh, I'd been there before.
It wouldn't be my first.

I was framed once, when I was
singing at the Nugget.

Oh. You sang
at the Golden Nugget?

The Nevada Nugget in Reno.

If it weren't for that
Burt Bacharach telling everyone

I was passing bad checks...

I'd be famous by now.

What do you wanna know?

Okay. Next!

Actually, I-I'm good.

But I would like to talk
to Bea's boyfriend.

-Who?
-Bea has a boyfriend?

What's up?
What's-what's going on?

Come, sit here.
Come on.

Um, why are you guys
being so weird?

What's-what's-what's going on?

Your ma and I want you
to know that

we're totally okay
with you being a lesbian.

I mean, you know.

I mean, we're always gonna love
you, and-and-and Jesus will too.

-Jesus will too. Amen.
-Oh, my God!

Well, um, I'm not a lesbian.

Uh, but thank you.

Now my Baby Bea can have babies.

Well, um, lesbians can
have babies, too, mom.

But, um...

Look, I,
I appreciate the support.

But for your information...

I may have a boyfriend.

A bo-bo... Hold on!

Is he cute?

Hey, we need to meet this guy!

That is not happening!

I will see you in like a while.

Yes, bye.

Let's go, Bea! Whoo!

Go, Bea.

Baby, go!

Do you guys know how to
do number seven?

Guys?

I'm gonna go work
in the library.

-Bye, Nia.
-I gotta go, too.

I'm gonna be late for practice.

-Can we hang after?
-I have work.

Can't you just call in
and hang with me instead?

-No. I can't.
-Come on.

You don't think I wanna
screw off like everyone else?

Not everyone is
porta potty royalty.

You make it sound so cool.

Well, it is when you don't have
to pay for the Disney trip

you begged me to go on.

I can pay for Disney.

-It's not even a big deal.
-I'm not helpless, Ethan.

Accepting help doesn't
make you helpless.

Oh, wow.
That was deep.

-Is this our first fight?
-It's not a fight.

-I'm leaving.
-Why are you getting so mad?

I'm not.
I told you, I gotta go.

Bye.

What's for dinner?

Ahh! Please tell me
you didn't wear those in public.

Well, what's wrong
with our outfits?

Well, blowing past the fact that
you're both wearing sweat-suits.

Mom's is an appropriation.

And-and yours is
completely chauvinistic.

I thought they were funny.

Um, okay, um, I'll get that.

Hi. Um,
What-what are you doing here?

I came to apologize.
And I figured you'd be hungry.

Oh, well, apology accepted.

And I will see you
at school tomorrow.

I didn't mean to make
you feel bad earlier.

I don't feel bad.

I just, you know,
feel different.

My life is different than yours.

Is that why you never
want me to come over?

Yes.

No. No.

It's okay. Everyone's
embarrassed by their parents.

-Hi!
-Hi!

-Hey.
-Come on in, man.

I'm Ethan.

-I'm Sharon.
-Good to meet you guys.

-Everyone, say hi.
-Sorry, there's a lot of pizzas.

The man brought pizza, Bea.

And he's very good-looking.

-You believe in Jesus, Ethan?
-Oh, yeah.

This is why I didn't
want you to come over.

What? What's the matter
with talking about Jesus?

-Ethan's Jewish, dad.
-It's-it's cool.

I mean,
Jews can talk about Jesus.

You know, he was a Jew. So...

Jesus was a Jew?

Oh.

Well, I-I guess
it's good thing, you know?

Grandma Peg ain't going to hell.

Or me.

Would be a shame
if you did, son.

Hmm.

Thank you.

You're good.

There was a little piece.

Thanks.

I guess they're done.
I guess they're done.

-I'll help you clean up.
-Okay.

Yeah!

-Sorry about all that.
-Don't be.

I-I think it's kinda cool
that your dad is so into Jesus.

-You better?
-Yeah.

Your dad is my inspiration.

When I was sick...

it might have been nice to have

something like that
to believe in.

Maybe it would have
been less scary.

I never hear my parents
laugh like that.

At least not
when they're together.

Oh, they always laugh.

Even at the most
inappropriate times.

Like my Uncle Fred's funeral.

Have you thought
at all about prom?

Yeah, I don't know.
It's a little...

It's a little stereotypical
teen for me.

Generally-generally speaking.

Well, this basic bitch
can't wait to go.

-But, only if it's with you.
-Okay.

There I was. With a boyfriend.
Going to prom.

Hey, Ethan, come on.
Get over here, man.

I wanna-I wanna play one of
my originals.

-Oh, boy. Mm-hmm.
-An original?

And for the first time
since I was ten,

I'm not embarrassed
about my life.

Attention. The Henderson
Community Pool

is closing in five minutes.

You work here?

No, Esther,
I'm picking up your trash

because I don't work here.

I really think you should

reconsider the free trip
to Disney.

I wasn't really embarrassed
about anything anymore.

You're right.

Because I'm poor.

So poor that sometimes I help
pay rent for the tiny house

I live in
with my disabled parents.

But you knew that
because you told everyone

in fifth grade
that they were retarded.

You may have more money
than me,

but I have an IQ of one-forty,

and the boyfriend
you wish you had.

And I know that because Gina
said that you told everyone

you'd let him finger you
in front of

the whole football team
if he asked.

She also let it slip
that you and Andy

haven't had sex since
the party.

So...

-Hi.
-How you doin'?

-Mmm. shall we?
-Sure.

-Bye, ladies.
-Bye, Esther.

-That's obviously not true.
-Really?

Life was good.

I made enough money
to go to Disney

and buy a dress for prom.

I was kicking ass at school.

Track had never been better.

And Ethan and I
were getting close.

Wait, wait.

I'm not losing my virginity
in the back of a car

like every other woman
in my family.

-Got it?
-Got it.

Really close.

Screw it.

Good morning, Bea.

I wanted to chat with you
about something.

I swear that was not me
in the parking lot last night.

I've-I've never even
been in a Land Rover before.

What are you talking about?
You know what?

-I don't wanna know.
-Good.

I wanted to talk about your
feelings toward college.

Who said I had any
feelings about it?

Actions speak louder than words,
Bea. What are you doing?

Looking for the motivational
poster you're reading from.

Bea, I'm serious.
You have really good grades,

good SAT scores, and I have to
hound you just to get you

to finish your application.

And now I see,
you've only applied

to local community colleges.

Why limit yourself?

Look, I know things at home
look a bit different

for you than most kids here.

Well, then you should know then

why my parents can't
afford most schools.

I-I don't mean to overstep, but
perhaps whoever's helping you

with tuition now, maybe
could help you with college?

Ugh. The last thing I need is

more charity from my
aunt and uncle.

I mean, they already keep
a photo of me on their mantle

next to the starving kid
in Africa they sponsor.

Really?

Um, maybe financial aid
is another option.

Y-you know, with your grades
and extra-curriculars,

you have a shot at getting
a really good package.

Yeah, it's not just
about the money.

Look, I gotta, I gotta go.
I'm gonna be late.

Ah, wait-wait-wait. Okay, okay.
Wait, just sit, alright?

Alright, why don't we
just take a step back

from reality for a second?

If you could go to a school,

anywhere in the world,
where would you go?

Honestly, I don't know.

I've never really seriously
thought about it.

Okay. Um, what's your
favorite subject?

Mm, I... Science.
I like astronomy a lot.

That's a great start. I have...

Where is it?

Here are some great schools
with excellent science programs.

Tips and tricks.

I'd be more than happy to write

a letter of recommendation
for you.

Hmm. These are all really
good schools.

You think
I could actually get in?

Shoot for the stars,
you'll hit the roof.

That's kind of a messed
up saying.

Bea, a little more
energy and effort

and I think you could
get into any place.

You're an exceptional student.

Thanks, Mr. V.
I'll think about it.

Alright. Hey, exciting stuff.

Yeah, well, well. Whatever.

I guess.

Do you ever wonder
what you're gonna do

with the rest of your life?

No, I've always had too much
to worry about right now

to worry about the future.

Why?

I was just thinking...

I don't really have like
a...goal in life.

I mean, i-it was beating cancer,
but I already did that.

And I thought you wanted to
take over for your dad?

You think my dream
was porta potties?

Well, I... You know, I think
you can do anything you want.

Why? 'Cause my parents are rich

and they'll support me
no matter what?

No. Because you're amazing.

-Where are you going?
-What do you think?

Uh...

Yep. I'm getting in.

We're gonna really
regret this soon.

Alright.

I'm doing it.

Oh, my gosh! Oh!

-Oh, shit! It's so cold.
-Oh!

I think you're amazing, too.

Hi. Yep. Coming.

Okay, great.

Place is a mess.

Dad, why didn't you
go grocery shopping?

Because I'm taking a nap.

-Can you take me to the store?
-I gotta go. Ask dad.

-What about this one?
-Oh... That's hideous.

-And two hundred bucks!
-Well, how much do you have?

Have you heard of a debit card?

Carrying cash like
that is dangerous.

Well, I'm not eighteen yet.

My parents would have to
co-sign for an account.

-So?
-Well, so...

One summer,
I made three hundred bucks

selling lemonade and asked my
mom to put it into an account

for me,
she spent it on slots instead.

Hmmm.

Hmm.

-What about this one?
-Too slutty.

Okay.

-This one?
-Sluttier.

Well, what is wrong
with sluttier?

Let's slut it up.
I like it.

Guys, here she comes.

Hi. Uh, is there any way
you could buy us a six pack?

You can keep the change.

I'm sorry. Are you bored?

I didn't say anything.

Why are you mad?

I'm not mad, but it's like,
I haven't seen you in like

a month and you said that you
didn't want to go to

prom, and now you are,
and I didn't get a date

'cause you said that
we weren't gonna go

and now I'm just like...stuck.

Uh, I'm sorry.

I wasn't planning on it,
it just...

It just happened. What...

what do you want me to do?

-Don't go.
-Are you serious?

Haven't you heard
of hos before bros?

No. Because that's not a thing.

-You're being ridiculous.
-Fine, then. I'll leave.

-Wait, you can't leave.
-Don't tell me what to do.

You're always telling
me what to do!

What is that supposed to mean?

Why don't you figure it out
while you walk home?

-Fine, I will!
-Fine.

And you know what?
For the record,

I don't think I'm the reason
you don't have a date to prom.

Wait!

I didn't mean it.

Come back!

Okay... What are you looking at?

Oh.

I didn't think I could feel
any worse in that moment.

But everything happens
for a reason.

Godzilla?

Godzilla! My baby!

Hi. Hi.

What're you,
what're doing here?

Hey!

Honey, I missed you.

But at least
I could make this right.

You're coming with me.

My baby! Ah!
You're coming with me.

You did the right thing.
I think we're...

I think we're good now.
Go back to work.

Where is my wife?
Where is my Sharon?

I need you to calm down, sir.
Look, she was selling

alcohol to minors,
and it wasn't the first time.

-No, you can't arrest her!
-She was selling alcohol.

She admitted to it.
We're gonna take her in.

Look, you don't understand.
Look, you-you...

Unless you wanna get
back there with her.

Hey, put you're hand
behind your back!

Look, she's not gonna
be good back there.

-You gotta... Okay. Okay!
-Calm down. Hey.

Look, she can't be there
alone, alright.

-She won't be. You're goin'...
-I gotta go with her.

Calm down.

Okay, we're home.

I'm sorry they didn't
take care of you.

Ugh. You smell like hot trash.

Hey, you guys.

Look who I found.

Hello?

Oh. Okay.

What?!

What?!

How much is bail?

You know, I mean,
jail ain't that bad.

The food was decent, right?
An-and-and you don't gotta work.

Mom, can you turn the TV off?

I don't normally do this.
I really like you...

We all need to have
a serious talk.

You found him!
Oh, my good boy!

He's back!
What a good boy!

You are the best little boy.

-Don't you dare run away again.
-Yeah.

He didn't, mom.

I gave him away.

Well, why would you do that?

I, uh...

I wanted him to have
a real family.

I mean, we are a real family.

Right.

Right.

-And you're real parents?
-Yeah, we are.

Well, real dads don't miss
their kid's track meets

to race toy cars.

And real moms don't steal
their kid's money

and blow it on slots.

And real parents
don't need their kids

to bail them out of jail!

You owe me five $500.

That money was for me!

I-I don't have five hundred
bucks, Bea.

Well, then,
when do you get paid?

Dad?

The race track's been
kinda slow lately, you know.

Wai-wait.

Did... did they let you go?

When?

I don't know.
Like, a few months ago.

Why didn't you tell me?

Because I got a new job already.

-Wh-where?
-At Lyft.

I mean,
as soon as I fix my truck.

Okay, okay...

Between mom's paycheck,
and disability

we should, we should fine
until you get a real job.

Your mama ain't getting
disability.

What? Why?

Because I cancelled it.

Oh! Do you know
how long it took me

to get mom signed up for that?

Why would you do that?

Because your mother
is not disabled.

Oh, that's right. I'm sorry,
I forgot. She's special!

Yes, she is.
We all are.

My God!
Dad, that isn't a compliment!

Do you not know
what that word means?

Special is just the word
people use in this family

because they can't admit that
you and mom are both retarded!

-Ahh!
-Oh!

Grandma Loretta was right.

They never should've
let you have kids.

We'd all be better off
if I wasn't alive.

I'm not proud of what I said.

But isn't it true?

Do I even wanna wake up?

What is that?
Is that "the" light?

Am I dead? Because I was just
posing a question.

I-I do. I-I want to wake up.

Wait, where'd it go?
Am I going to hell?

Jesus! That's bright.

Well, her pupils are reacting.

Ah! Thank you. I'm alive.

I-is that a good thing?

Would you all mind
taking a step back?

-Yeah, give the man some space.
-Sorry.

As I was saying, her pupils are
constricting, which is good.

But I'd liked to see
quicker reactivity.

Sorry, what does that mean?

It's common in
traumatic brain injuries.

She has a traumatic
brain injury?

Oh, God! She's gonna end up
just like her father.

-Hey!
-Ma... Ma, it's okay.

Oh, God! I'm gonna
end up like my father.

Will she?

I don't know your medical
history, but if she does have

a TBI, they range in severity.

Some people make
a full recovery.

And some don't?

It depends on the severity.

-I'll check back soon.
-Thank you, doctor.

My whole life, I've been
torn between wanting

to get away from my parents
and wanting to care for them.

Now, I can't do either.

In our follow-up meeting
you said

you wanted to apply to UCLA.

But you never finished
your application.

-Why?
-Because I'm not going.

What does the poster
behind you say?

"Hang in there, dood!"

No, dood.
The one that says,

"Don't be afraid to fail.
Be afraid not to try."

I'm not afraid.

And I have tried.

But I can't...

-You can.
-No, I mean, I can't leave.

Ah... Nevada?
I-I don't understand, why?

No, my parents, they... they
will literally die without me.

Look... I...

I know your parents
are going through

some challenges,
but from what I understand--

Okay, you-you don't
understand anything.

Hey. Hey, you okay?

Yeah, I'm fine. Why?

'Cause you're crying.

Wanna ditch?

-My parents aren't home.
-Okay.

Holy shit.

Oh, my God,
I can't breathe.

-Gonna miss you, weirdo.
-Hmm.

Hey... I'm still gonna come
visit you every weekend.

Well, you won't have to.

Wait, are you
breaking up with me?

-Was this break up sex?
-No. No.

You won't have to visit
because

I'm not going.

You-you didn't get in?

I didn't apply.

I... I don't understand.

Yeah, you wouldn't.

I could try.

I mean...

I know you don't like talking
about feelings and shit, but...

I wanna understand.

While I was off being happy,
everything here went to shit.

My parents are helpless
without me.

Really? Did you change
your own diapers?

No.

Your parents took care of
baby Bea for a long time

without any help from you.

So, maybe, because...

you do everything for them

you've convinced yourself
that they're helpless.

So...

maybe, going to school

is actually what's best
for everyone.

I can't.

I have to take care of them.

And I could take care of you,
too...

if you ever need me to.

-Well, what do you mean?
-I don't know.

Like, if you got sick again
or something.

Um...

I'm not gonna get
sick again.

No, no, I don't...
I don't think that you will.

I'm just saying that
if you did, I would...

you know, be here.

What kind of fucked up
fantasy is that, Bea?

Wait. Why are you getting mad?

Because it sounds like
you want my cancer to come back.

I... I didn't say that.
I didn't say that.

You know, I wake up
every morning scared.

So scared that sometimes
I can't even get out of bed.

Because my first thought is,
what if I get sick again?

So, you're here
just secretly hoping I do...

Because what?

Then people will have another
reason to feel bad for you?

Because poor Bea.

She's the only one
with problems.

I'm not the only one
with problems.

You act like it.

Do you think I like people
pitying me?

I think you like

that you're smarter
than your parents.

That way you get to be
in charge.

And, I think you're scared

to go to school because then you

won't have anyone
to push around.

Fuck you!

You know, you can use your
parents as an excuse

not to leave, but you're not
going to use me as one.

Wha... Where are you going?

I fought really hard
to have a future.

So, it's really messed up

when I see someone
throwing theirs away.

And, I just
can't be part of that.

What is that supposed to...

Are you breaking up with me?

Not much of an appetite, huh?

I'm Mary.

I know.

Nia told me about you.

And... No, I-I don't...

know what happened to Bea.

Oh, I'm not saying you do,
but it does seem strange that

you haven't been in
to see her yet.

Why is that?

I just don't think she'd want me
seeing her like that.

How'd you get in my house?

I climbed the rain gutter
and snuck in through the window.

-Really?
-No.

-Your mom let me in.
-What're you doing here?

You weren't answering my calls.

It's because
I'm not talking to you.

Well, you're talking to me now.

I'm kinda busy right now, so...

Right.

Right, um...

sorry.

I came to apologize.

-I was being an asshole.
-Yes. You were.

A stupid asshole.

I'm sorry that was so mean.

Oh, my God,
I was being the asshole.

Me.

So let me apologize.

I'm sorry, Nia.

You're my best friend and I
shouldn't push you around.

Especially
when I'm telling you

not to let other people
push you around.

I ju... I...

I was so worried
we'd never talk again.

I almost got an ulcer,
and I had to see a specialist.

Oh, my God.

So... tell me everything.

How many times did you
and Ethan do it this week?

Like...

Twenty!

What prom dress
did you end up picking?

Oh, um...

Yeah, I'm not going.

Was it because
I said you look slutty?

Because, I meant good slutty?

No.

I... I think
Ethan and I broke up.

What?! Why?

It's kind of a long story,
and I was...

hoping I could maybe just
talk about it over pancakes

if you wanna...
I don't know,

just like go to IHOP
and hang.

I'm going to prom.

-You are.
-Andy and Esther broke up.

And then he asked me, but...

Screw it.
Hos before bros.

What? No...
I mean, I-I-I know I said

I'd stopped telling you
what to do, but...

You're going to that
stupid prom.

What if Andy asked me
as a joke?

What if Esther's in on it
and they poured pigs blood

all over me and everyone
dies in horrific fire?

Well, then you better look good
burning down that gym.

Let's get you ready.

Is it, like, too much?

Grandma Loretta always says...

"Dog is man's best friend.
Red lipstick is woman's."

-Bea, I'm serious.
-Nia, you look beautiful.

I feel bad leaving you.

Don't. Don't. I've got...

tons of, tons of stuff t-to do.

I just have to do.

I wasn't just sad.

I was mad...

at Ethan, my parents.

But, mostly at myself.

I let myself
buy into the fantasy.

And now it was gone.

I figured Disney was the only
way I was getting

to California anytime soon.

I kept imagining
Nia going to prom.

And I would like to say
I was happy for her.

But it only made me feel worse.

Oh! Oh, shit!

Shit! Shit! Shit!

So...

Finally doing with all that
high school bullshit.

Hey!

I'll buy a ticket.

-We're out.
-We're out for?

Nice to see your familiar face.

Neat, what're you doin'
out there?

Tryin' to sell you
raffle tickets.

-Selling raffle tickets?
-Celine Dion!

-How much... Celine Dion?
-Yes. Celine Dion.

So, what are you guys
up to tonight?

-Damien?
-Uh...

I guess I'm your chauffeur
tonight, man.

-You're welcome.
-Hello!

Hmm.

This is a nice... Aw.
This's my mom's favorite song.

-There you go.
-Turn it up.

Uh, my...
This's a nice car.

It's a really nice car,
my boyfriend, uh...

My... Well, my ex-boyfriend,
would've liked,

would've liked this car.

I was so...
He was still my boyfriend.

-His loss.
-No, no, I... I don't know.

-This is his song.
-This second song?

Lighten up,
have a drink with me.

Hey, bro.
Could you not drink back there?

-I just got my license back.
-Where else are we gonna drink?

Besides...

-I like the back seat.
-Where are we going?

Something tells me that you

know how to have
fun in the backseat.

No, where...
where are we going?

It's getting harder
to remember now.

No, we just started
having fun, come on.

I gotta get out of here.
You got to let me out.

-You're alright, chill.
-No, no, no.

-You got to let me...
-Hey-hey! Slow down, slow down.

-Slow down! Hey!
-Are you crazy?!

-Let me get out!
-Whoa, hey, chill! Jesus!

I shouldn't be here.
I should be at prom right now!

-What is wrong with you, huh?
-Yo, dude.

I don't need my P.O. to
know that some

underage girl is drinking
in my car.

-She can walk home.
-Fine. I will.

Hey, come on, love, can't
just leave you out here, okay?

Hey, no! You're in the middle
of nowhere and you're drunk.

-Let me go. Yes, you can.
-Stop it. Stop.

Please, just get back
in the car, okay? Come on.

-Just get back in the car.
-I'm fine.

-You're not fine. Fine!
-Just let me... Let...go!

-Come here! Come here!
-Wake... wake up, wake up!

-What did you do?
-Hey, hey, hey, wake up!

Wake up!

Help! Help!

Get in! Get in!

Bambi!

Bambi!

Mom!

Bambi!

Hello. She's awake!

She's awake! She's awake!

Oh, well, baby girl!

Oh, God!

-Oh, Bea! Oh, God!
-Bea!

Bea, we're all here, honey.
We're all here.

-We're so worried about you.
-Not me.

I knew she'd pull through.

Our family's harder
to kill than cockroaches.

Honey... I'm so sorry
we haven't been in a way

that we should've been,
but we're here now, okay?

And, sweetie, we're gonna get
you the best physical therapist

or-or, acupuncturist,
whatever you need.

-Okay?
-Go get the nurse.

-Go get someone.
-Oh, uh, Dr. Patel.

Yes, Dr. Patel.

I love you, Bambi.

I love you, mom!

I'm sorry if I scared you.

I'm sorry, if I scared you.

I was a little scared.

So I just pretended
you were sleeping.

That way I knew you'd wake up.

But I didn't know when.

So I went and get this
balloon for you

as fast as I could so you
could have it when you woke up.

But it had a hole,
and, now it's flat.

That's perfect.

Thank you, mom.

-Hi, dad.
-Hi, Bambi!

-There you are.
-Hi, mom.

What you doin'?

I'm editing Xander's
English final.

Not that it's gonna help.

Geek! Where's Ben?

Uh...

He had a pretty good
anxiety attack this morning.

I think, just the stress
of everything.

I gave him some of my Xanax,
and he passed out in the car.

I... I...

I always felt bad that
I was the one

born without the disability.

Sharon's life hasn't
been very easy now.

But that hasn't stopped her
from enjoying it

more than anyone I know.

Hmm.

-Yeah.
-And, Bea...

Thank goodness.

That's a lot of flowers.

You can come in.

I wasn't sure
if you'd want me to.

Where's your rest
of the family?

I sent them home.

Grandma Peg hadn't showered
in, like, three days.

Oh!

It's not a record
or anything?

Sit.

I feel like...
this is all my fault.

Well, you're gonna have to
take that up with Nia.

Because she feels
like it's all her fault.

And Uncle Ben
and Aunt Joy blame themselves.

And Grandma Peg
and Grandma Loretta

blame each other.

So...

Okay.

Guess I'm off the hook.

Yeah.

How are you feeling?

Okay.

The doctor said that
there's no serious brain injury

and I should make
a full recovery.

I'm so glad you're okay.

I put a lot of my shit on you.

And that's not okay.

Well, you weren't wrong.

Yeah, but I got
pissed at you for...

giving up on your dream

when I still don't know
what I wanna do.

But...

I do know...

I don't wanna break up.

Me either.

Sorry.
I didn't mean to interrupt.

I just, uh,
I finished my report.

And I wanted to say goodbye

and good luck with everything.

Thank you. Bye.

-Hey, Mary.
-Yeah?

Were we the weirdest family
you've ever dealt with?

No. Not by a long shot.

I would really, really...

You cleaned this place?

Oh, wait!

Keep askin' me.

Do you think you'll
ever go back into a coma?

No. No more comas.

Good.

Got something on your face.

Oh. Thank you.

I can't study today.

My head hurts too much.

Too bad.
You are graduating with me.

Okay, come on.

Dad, do you ever
think about, like,

what you would do if I was gone?

-Where are you going?
-Nowhere.

Hypothetically. Like if I was
abducted by aliens.

Abducted by wha...

Why, they ain't real.

Okay, okay.

What if it was rapture?

W-well, t-then I'd be gone too.

I mean, you know,
I'm saved, so...

Um...

What if, what if I moved out?

-Yeah, I think about that too.
-You do?

-Yeah.
-Why?

Well, that's what
kids are supposed to do.

Like when I met your mom,
I mean...

One of these days
you're gonna move out.

You're gonna, you know...

get married and buy your own
house and have your own kids.

So, so you want me to move out?

Oh, yeah. Yeah.

Oh, I'm, I'm gonna take
over your bedroom.

I'm making my man cave there.

I mean, I'll put
my slot cars in there.

I'll build them there,
and I'll have a couch

and I'll watch TV
whenever I want.

You know, but I will...

keep the stars on the ceiling.

Those are sweet.

But, who's gonna pay the bills,
clean the house...

and remind you to take
your medicine and eat dinner?

We don't need your help, Bea.

Your mother and I could take
care of each other just fine.

Promise!

"For the first time
in my life

"I started asking myself.

"What would my parents do?

"Because my parents
are fearless.

"And I'd give anything
to be like that.

"But what I really want...

"more than anything...

is to feel like that."

How do you feel?

Tired.

Aren't I too young
to feel this tired?

Yeah, you are.

But you spent a very long time
worrying about other people.

I think it's time to
focus on you for a while.

Not sure if I'm more
nervous about not getting in

or getting in
and actually having to go.

A whole new world
with an unknown future.

And you're going for it anyway.

Yeah.

That sounds
pretty fearless to me.

You'll do great,
you just gotta remember--

Please don't say,
"Hang in there."

-I wasn't going to.
-Yeah, you were.

Okay, I was.

Loretta?

Oh, please.
Loretta, is that you smoking?

I know it's you.
I can see your purse.

What's the matter?

Nothing.

Wait, you're crying.

Wh-wh-what's wrong?

Nothing, I'm-I'm...

I'm happy.

Thanks.

I got to tell
you something, Peg.

I know...

my Derek ain't the same
he was before his accident.

I say he is,
but... he ain't.

Oh, he was gonna be a doctor.
Hmm!

I know plenty of kids say that,
but he really was.

He was gonna buy me
a big house, too.

I guess
I didn't wanna admit

that was never gonna happen.

Or that Sharon...

...would be
the right girl for him.

But she is.

Well, that's...
sweet of you to say, Loretta.

And while we're apologizing...

I-I'm not apologizing.

I'm sorry for that whole

Sterilizing Sharon thing.

Or for telling Bea
she shouldn't have been born.

Y-y-you told her what?

Now you're getting
off track, Peg.

Listen, the point is...

my Derek...

he's perfect.

Absolutely perfect.

And sometimes...

I wonder what his life
might have been.

Of course.

And now I have a chance to see.

Through Bea.

And she's here
because of you.

Thank you, Loretta.

Oh, really?

-Oh.
-Come on, come on, let's go.

Well, what about some bourbon?
I've got...

-Fine.
-Give back to ya.

-Loretta, two--
-I've gotta bottle here...

Get in there?

Hold on.
My arm is not long enough.

-But it's okay.
-Cheese!

-Cheese!
-That's it.

I'd like to make a toast
to my family.

I know we don't get to see
each other often... or ever.

And some of us feel really
guilty about that,

but others don't mind since
we don't always get along.

But no matter what

you're my family.

And I love you.

-Amen!
-Oh!

I'm so sorry!

-Amen.
-I'm so sorry.

-We love you, Bea!
-Love you!

I never really saw myself
in my parents.

Because all I saw was
everything they couldn't do.

But those things
never stopped them

from living the life
they wanted.

They just kept going.

They were determined
to live the life they wanted.

Even when everyone told them
they couldn't.

I see that now.

There's only one person
who's ever told me I couldn't.

So, I decided to tell
myself a different story.

-Nia!
-You'll make a new friend.

And you'll forget about me.

Nia, stop crying.

You are going to USC.

We will literally live closer
to each other than we do now.

-Really?
-Yes. We will.

We will see each other a lot.

-You're right.
-Okay. I have to go. Bye.

You're gonna be fine.

Grandpa felt so bad
for not visiting me

in the hospital,
he bought me a car.

But I don't need it,
so I figured

you could use it
for your new job, dad.

I don't know, I can't
take your grandpa's car, Bea.

Yes, you can.
The truck is about to die.

Bea's goin' to college.

UCLA!

College!

Is it ready for us?

Oh, I forgot
to shut off the app.

Oh, yeah, you--

You gotta turn off the app, dad.

-No, no, no work calls.
-What?

I-I-I gotta get
this guy right here.

-What? Are you serious?
-Yeah.

Yeah!

You're not, dad, da...

We're not, we-we don't have--

-Hey. Matthew?
-Yeah.

-You can sit in my lap.
-You come on in.

-Alright. Okay.
-Um...

-Hi.
-Hi.

-I-I-I did not order the pool.
-Yeah, it's not a pool.

Oh, it's more like a, uh,
you know, family pool, but...

We're taking her to college.

-Ah. Congrats.
-I'm so, so, so sorry!

Hey, Matthew,
let me ask you a question.

You believe in Jesus?