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On September the 5th, 1977,

NASA launched
the spacecraft Voyager.

Destination unknown.

Its only cargo
a set of records

curated by American
astronomer Carl Sagan.

The collection was designed
to last a billion years

and potentially give
extraterrestrial life

a glimpse at humankind.

The records were printed
in gold-plated copper

to prevent corrosion,

and included
international music,

greetings in 59 languages,

the crashing of an ocean wave,

wind through an oak tree,

whale calls,

the human heartbeat,

and the sound of a kiss.

At around 12:15 p.m.,
Central Standard Time,

just as Voyager approached
the edge of our solar system,

back on Earth,
in an unremarkable suburb,

Don Truby was attempting
to log onto BangBus.com,

a pornographic website
featuring young actresses

in the roles
of helpless hitchhikers.

However, the accumulation
of malware

Don gave a brief thought
to masturbating

using only his imagination,

but the sheer quality
and variety of the Internet

had left his brain
an inferior substitute.

In order to access

the limitless fountain
of pornography

that he had become
accustomed to,

Don would have to use
the only remaining computer

in the house.

The one belonging
to his 15-year-old son.

Y-O-U...

P-O-R-N.

Don had purchased the computer
for his son's birthday.

It was meant for homework.

Jesus.

He couldn't help think back
to his own childhood

when he discovered
his father's

secret stash of magazines

while searching for
a bicycle wrench

in the garage.

He felt a sadness
about not being a part

of that moment for his son.

A moment he considered to be

an intrinsic part
of growing up.

Almost a passing of the torch.

Good afternoon,
teachers and students...

Just a reminder
to all students...

Like many
Texas high schools,

the pride of East Vista
was their football program.

The key to their junior
varsity team winning district

was sophomore running back
Tim Mooney,

a one-man scoring machine

that had carried them
to victory as a freshman.

Hey.

Of all the posters
in this school,

I thought it was
an improvement.

You think this is funny?

"DTF?"

I know what DTF means.

Tim? Come on back.

I just thought about it
a lot and

sports just sort of
seem a little

pointless.

Sports are not pointless, Tim.

These are the best years
of your life!

You don't just throw God's
gifts away like that.

Well...

But that's why you need
football right now.

We need you on the team.

Have you told your father?

Yeah, yeah, he knows.

Look. We know
you're having
a tough year.

I'm sure everything
with your parents...

I'm sure your mom
left a mighty big hole

in your life at home.

How about I have a word
with your teachers

about easing up
on your homework?

How's that sound?

You are seriously
skinny this year.

Thanks. I went on this
super diet over the summer.

In my opinion it worked.
I mean, you look really great.

I tried not eating
one summer, but

my boobs dropped a size,
so I quit.

Can't be having that.

You and Danny are
so cute together.

Thanks! Right?

Have you guys
hooked up yet?

Yeah! Yeah.
I mean, like, a little.

You know I'm not, like,
a total slut.

It's a new era for
women, okay? Just because

I'm comfortable
with my body

and enjoy hooking up
doesn't make me a slut.

Just this older guy I met when
my mom and I were in Florida.

Yeah, okay.

Check it out.

- Was it gross?
- No.

It wasn't that bad.
It was kind of salty, I guess.

Did you let him, like,

you know,
finish in your mouth?

- Allison!
- Uh...

Yeah. How else would I know
it was salty?

Why would you even have him
take a photo?

I need to know what
my audience is seeing.

Anyways, I'm just saying,
it's... It's like, uh...

There's like
a natural progression.

And if you don't sleep
with somebody soon

you're gonna be completely
retarded in bed when

you're a junior and it counts.

My mom's here!

See ya, bitches!

Hi, baby!

Oh!

New outfit?

Another request came in today,

so I stopped at Hot Topic.

It's cute, right?
Ooh!

Okay, you've read through
every solitary interaction

I've had on every
single website, Mom.

I think I'm safe
from "the predators."

Oh, really? What is this?

"U R hawt." Who is Derrick G.?

Um...

A friend of a friend?
He's an adult.

So? I can't help if some
random guy

finds my picture cute. Jeez.

I can.

Are you serious?

Well, now we don't
have to worry about him

Yeah, I'd really hate to get
any more compliments, Mom.

It could really do
a lot of permanent damage.

Honey, you know I just do this
to keep you safe.

Whatever.

I love you, sweetie.

I love you, too.

Okay, let me see your phone.

During these
weekly spot-checks,

Brandy would divulge every
username and password

she employed online.

As an additional precaution,

Patricia installed a device
that monitored

and recorded every keystroke
her daughter ever made.

We got six new
subscribers today.

That's awesome!

The website
had been the idea

of a local talent agent.

Each time she received
an email or a new subscriber,

Hannah felt a little bit more
like a celebrity.

You sure you're comfortable?
Yeah.

Okay. Here we go!

Hey, Dad.

Tim Mooney quit.

No kidding?

Brutal.

What kind of mother
abandons her family

for California?

I've got, like,
a pretty hard test tomorrow

so I'm gonna go study.

Yeah, "studying."

What are you
talking about?

You know, you're gross.
He's 15.

That's all I did
when I was 15.

Yeah, that I believe.

So, how you feeling?

About what?

Oh, stop, he's right there.

He can't hear us.

What, right now?

It's been almost two months.
No, it hasn't!

Last time was after that
barbecue at your sister's.

Okay, fine.
We'll do it tomorrow.

But it's gotta be quick.

Don't worry, it will be.

Chris Truby
began surfing pornography

at the age of 10

with a simple search
of the word "boobs."

This somewhat innocent query
led to a series of clicks,

and within an hour
of his first search,

Chris was watching
a short video entitled

"Titty Fucking Cum Queen."

He might have thought
this video to be unusual

had it not already been viewed
by three million others.

By age 15,

Chris found it difficult
to achieve an erection

without viewing a level
of deviance that fell

well outside societal norms.

Hey, baby. You're going to
listen to everything I say

and follow all
of my instructions.
Understand?

Now, grab that cock.

Mmm. Don't squeeze
too tight. Not yet.

There she is!
Practice run late?

Shepherd's pie.
Yup, we got your favorite.

Uh, I'm gonna do my homework.
I'll grab something later.

I'll make her up a plate.

Here you go, sweetie.

Thank you.
Dig in.

Let me know
if you want seconds.

So did you clean up
her Internet?

Yes, honey,
I cleaned up her Internet.

Since
quitting football,

Tim had invested
over a thousand hours

with his guild-mates
on various dungeons.

An incomprehensible
amount of time

for his father to imagine.

A man who had been a
first-string tailback himself,

Kent had nurtured
his son to play

since his fledgling
days in pee-wee.

Football served
as a common language

for which they had
no substitute.

Remember
when you saw her

for the first time?

Kissed her lips?

Touched her soft skin?

Do you remember when you said
"I do" and meant it?

Well, we do, too.

But at AshleyMadison.com,

we know that nothing
lasts forever.

And so if you are ready,
if you are truly ready,

then we are happy to bring
you back to those

"Remember When" experiences

with someone new,
someone exciting,

someone anxious
to rekindle their own.

AshleyMadison.com.

Ugh.

On September 27th, 2013,

after 36 years
of space travel,

the Voyager finally
exited our solar system

and entered
uncharted territories.

But not before taking
this photo of Earth

from 3.7 billion miles away.

Yes, this is us.

Who are you texting?

Just a friend
from school.

Uh-oh,
"just a friend from school"?

I think my daughter
is texting a boy.

So what's his name?

I'm pretty sure
you can let me text

without the inquisition.

Look who's back for more.

I know what's been
going through that

dirty little mind of yours.

Have you been following
my instructions

like a good little boy?

Good.

Um, hi!

Hi!
Hi, what is all this?

We're doing a national
talent search for kids,

ages 6 to 16,

who have an interest
in acting.

Oh.

Do you have
any performing experience?

This is, like, perfect!

The application includes

just standard
profile information.

And we are also going to want
her to write an essay

on where she sees herself
in 10 years.

Hannah knew
that her future would include

a large house with a swimming
pool in Los Angeles,

an expensive car
with tinted windows

to prevent paparazzi
from snapping photographs

as she went shopping,

and an attractive boyfriend
who would be famous,

but perhaps
not quite as famous as her.

She mentioned all of this
in her essay.

You were so pretty up there!

How cool would that be!

To, like, actually be
on a TV show?

Pretty cool.

When I think of
all the auditions
and rejection

and dinners and drinks
when I lived in LA...

For you, it could be as simple
as filling out a form.

Uh...

Hey, what's up?

Um...

Nothing. I just thought
I'd sit with you,
if it's okay.

Yeah...

Okay.

So that took courage.

It's no big deal.
I just came over
and sat down.

I mean quitting football.

Oh.

Yeah, I guess so.

How'd you know
about that, anyway?

Seriously?

Like, everybody knows.

There's an article
and everything.

Why... Why'd you quit?

I just realized...

It didn't matter.

Well, just like that?

Do you know Pale Blue Dot
by Carl Sagan?

Uh...

I've heard of Carl Sagan.

It's just...
It's about how...

We're just made up of

billions of molecules.

Like, the same molecules
that have been around

since the Big Bang.

And they'll be around
until eventually

the universe crunches
into nothing.

I find that comforting.

Okay.

The actions of, like,
Hitler, Gandhi,

Jesus Christ, mean
absolutely nothing, then...

It's no big deal
if I don't play football.

It's no big deal
if I come over here

and I sit at your table.

There were many
other things that Tim wished

to share with Brandy.

Most notably, that his
mother had left him

and his father for California

at the beginning of the summer

and had kept in touch
mainly through Facebook.

But he resisted.

While he knew, cosmically,
that nothing mattered,

he also realized that
something about

talking to Brandy did matter,

at least to him.

And this was enough.

So, what do you think
the chances are of
Timmy coming back out?

Yeah, I don't know.

His heart just didn't seem
to be into it, you know?

I'm hoping it's a phase, but

this divorce has been,
you know,

it's been rough on both of us.

I know you have
no perspective,

fresh wounds and all, but

right now
you can hit anything.

Yeah, well... I'm just not
in the hitting mood, you know.

Oof! What a waste.

Red, red, go, white, white!

White, white.
Go, red, red!

Red, white.

Cute.

Red, white, white,
all together, let's fight!

Go red, red...

God!

Hope you can make it, ma'am.

Ready? Hut.

Hey!

Hey, you were, uh... You were
pretty awesome out there.

- Thanks.
- You're cute, too.

Shouldn't have been
that close.

All right, guys, hey.
Here we go.

What I want you to do
is look at this number

and tell me
what it means to you.

Yeah, go ahead.

It's the day
the terrorists attacked

the World Trade Center?

That's right, Regina.

Other than the attack
on Pearl Harbor,

it's the only time a foreign
force attacked anything

on U.S. soil.

So what I want you to do is,
I want you to pair off

and you're gonna find
someone to interview

that remembers that day.

All right, on Friday, we're
gonna give a presentation

on how that day
changed our country.

Allison Doss had
developed a crush

on Brandon Lender
in seventh grade.

It had been her greatest hope

that he would be
her first kiss.

Brandon remained the object
of Allison's affection

despite having once said,
within earshot,

"I'd fuck her
if I could find the hole."

Mmm, watch me.

I can tease you right back.

Mmm.

Mmm...

Perky.

No tattoos.

Pussy is...

So, Liz, I'm hoping
you got a chance to implement

some of the Internet
safety protocol

we talked about last week.

Um, yeah.

Uh, I think we're doing good.
I think my kids are safe.

So, you have all your
daughter's passwords?

Oh, hi.

Sorry to interrupt.

Uh, my name's Kent.

Is this about the video games
and stuff?

Oh, yeah, have a seat.
Hi, Kent. Welcome.

Donna, why don't you tell us
what brought you here tonight?

Thanks. Um, well,

my daughter is
getting to an age

where she's starting
to develop.

And, you know,
I was just wondering, um,

what the laws were about

what you can and can't
post on the Internet.

That's an excellent question.
Because in our state,

the laws are far more lenient
than they should be.

They are?
Yeah.

If someone is sending photos
to your daughter...

Well, um...

Yes, but I'm also
actually wondering about if...

If she were to
send her own.

Like, if she were to take
a picture of herself

in a bathing suit

or underwear or,
you know...

Oh, I see.

Donna, I know our kids aren't
thinking about their futures.

Hannah's very driven.

I bet she is.

Before you go, I want to
give you a pamphlet

about the dangers of selfies.

Great.

- Thanks, that's helpful.
- Okay.

Okay. Um...

Uh...

Did you guys know anyone
who was, um, inside?

Like, in it? Like actually
inside one of the buildings?

No...

We had friends
who were in New York,

but no one got hurt.

Somehow that didn't
make it any less scary.

Um, how...

How did you guys, like,
find out

that 9/11 was happening
and everything?

Oh, yeah, did you
get a text or what?

No.
There were no texts.

The reason we got cell phones

was to make sure we could
get ahold of each other

in case it ever
happened again.

Yeah, that's when
everything changed.

Yeah.

Okay. Where... Where was I?

You were in your room.
Sleeping.

We didn't know
if we should wake you.

Yeah, we wanted to hide it
from you as long as possible.

And what were
you guys doing?

Honey?

Want to take this one?

Yeah, we were, uh,

getting ready for work.

I'm pretty sure that
we need some poster board

or something to put this on.

Uh, yeah.

But not, like,
with the Twin Towers

blowing up
or whatever
or anything.

No, I don't know, with like
some, uh, police officers or

firemen.
Totally patriotic.

I like that one.

He's hot.

Gonna have to clear
my history after this.

What kind of things you got
hidden in your history?

Oh, you know,
just photos and things for

inspiration.

Shit. I gotta go.

Well, I'll just

finish this.

Here.

Bookmark this shit
for the next time

you need inspiration.

And, Kent?

You said something
about video games?

Uh, yeah, my son's
pretty into them.

They're very dangerous.

It doesn't matter
what you read,

how many studies claim
that they're harmless,

I can show you better studies
that claim the contrary.

Well, he's on
the computer a lot.

Guild Wars, I think?

That's one of
the worst ones.

A couple in China
played Guild Wars so much

they neglected their baby
and it died of dehydration.

I'm sure that's, uh,
an extreme example, no?

I can show you how
to uninstall the game.

Uh, you know, I was
really just looking to see if

you knew what
the game was like.

I do know
what it's like, Kent.

It's a virtual world.

Your son has created
an avatar of himself.

An avatar is an icon

I saw the movie, yeah.
or a representation...

Well, then you know
that an avatar is often

demonic or evil-looking.

When he's plugged in, your son

thinks that that world,
the world of Guild Wars,

is the real world.

Our world doesn't
matter anymore.

His friends don't matter.

School doesn't matter.

You don't matter.

"All I know is,
you don't matter, Kent."

I don't matter!
"You don't matter."

"Your truck doesn't matter.
Your son doesn't matter!

"And that is why
I have installed a camera

"in my daughter's brain
and a seven-digit PIN code

"on her vagina.

"And if you'd like, I can show
you all how to do it."

Hey, um...

Do...

Do you want to go out
to dinner or something or...

Or drinks?

Or coffee?

Or what?

I think I went
through everything

you could do on a first date.

A date.

Is that cool?
Yeah.

Yeah?
Yeah.

Hey, buddy.

How's it going?
Hey, Dad.

Did you, uh...

Did you have
a good night?

Yeah, we just did a dungeon.

Oh.

Did you win?

Yeah.

All right, well...

Don't stay up
too late, okay?

Okay.
All right.

It's weird, huh?

How long ago that all seems?

Mmm.

Yeah, a school report.

How old are we?

I love you.

I love you.

You remember what we were
doing that morning, right?

Yeah.

Come on.

Do you ever get nervous?

About what?

No.

I just think 'cause...

How come you didn't respond
to my message?

What message?

I wrote you
on Facebook, like...

Listen, you can be
honest with me.

Are you sure it was me?

Yeah, pretty sure.

Fuck.
What?

Uh, my mom.

She checks my Facebook,
my emails, my texts.

She must have just deleted it
before I even saw it.

Isn't that, like, against
the law or something?

She thinks
she's protecting me.

Is she watching us right now?

No. She just
tracks me online.

Seems a little psycho.

Um...

I have a secret.

A Tumblr account.

And it's, like,

the only place I can go to
where I can just be myself.

It's not even really me.
Sometimes I just

cut and paste stuff
from other sites or

write something
just to see

what it feels like
to type the words.

How does it
make you feel?

At first,

it's kind of like
I'm wearing a costume.

And then,

after long enough,

I...

I just forget
that it's not me.

Um...

Here.

Nobody knows about it.
Not even my mom.

So if you get a message
from that account,

you know it's me.

My mom ran off to California

with this douchebag
named Greg Cherry.

They just got engaged.

She hasn't told my dad.

It's fucked.

Well,

I'm sorry.

Hey, ladies.
Oh, my God. Fuck off.

I didn't know your brother was
friends with Brandon Lender.

Oh, yeah. I guess.

I mean, they're both starters
on the varsity squad

or something,
so, I don't know.

He's a big old bitch,
if you ask me.

Oh, they're both bitches.

Yeah. Wasn't Brandon a total
dick to you last year?

That was last year.

I mean, we were freshmen.

And now you're smokin'.

He done fucked up.
Oh, my God, who cares!

Let's just watch
Breaking Amish. Please?

I'm gonna go to the bathroom.

Okay, we literally watch that
every time we come over.

Uh, yeah, Brooke,
we're gonna keep watching it

till my DVR wears out
and dies.

I don't even know why they
make other TV shows anymore.

Hey.
Hey.

Where's everybody else?

They went to the store.
They needed mas beverages.

You can sit down if you want.

a Biggest Loser diet
or some shit over summer, huh?

Just kind of started
watching what I ate.

Yeah? Well, it shows.
You're, like, a serious piece.

Have you hooked up
with anyone yet?

A little.

Yeah? Totally could now.

Cool. Thanks.

Wait, um...

Should we...

Like...
Oh, yeah. So, uh,

the first time, it's gonna
hurt a little bit, but

it's just something
you kinda have to do

to get it over with.
You know what I'm saying?

Right. Um...

Maybe we should just,
like, you know...

Okay, look. We can stop
if you want,

but eventually
you're gonna have to do it.

But I'm not like a rapist
or some shit, so...

Okay.

No, no, it's okay.

Okay. Yeah.

I'm gonna head out
and see my sister

this afternoon.

You know how she gets
with all her complaining,

she'll probably want to
talk my ear off

until we're both drunk on
red wine and pass out.

So I think I'll just
end up staying the night.

Just want to give you
a heads up.

Okay.

Maybe...

I'll call Kent, go out

for some beers tonight.
Yeah.

You haven't done
that in a while.

I'm sure he could use
the company.

Good idea.

Yeah, I should be able
to get something like that

together for you
immediately.

Thank you.

Okay.

Okay, thank you.
Talk soon.

I'm gonna be on TV!

First they need
a video of you doing

some acting,
cheerleading,

stuff around the house...

Mom, this is it.

Well, honey,
it's a next step.

Despite days
of trying,

Chris Truby struggled
to become fully aroused

while navigating
Hannah Clint's website.

He couldn't imagine suggesting

the kinds of
explicit fantasies

he had witnessed online
to her,

and feared he had
come to rely on them.

In an effort to fix

what should come naturally
to any 15-year-old boy,

Chris employed a technique
designed to help men

reassociate arousal
with traditional intercourse.

So, I was gonna go to Lauren's
house to watch a movie.

Now?

Yeah.
It's late.

Well, how're you
gonna get there?

I was just gonna
take my bike.

No, I'll take you.

You seem like you're doing
important work.

I don't wanna distract you
or anything.

I can just go.

Okay.

Okay.

But take your phone, honey.

So I can track you.

Got it.

Ooh. Okay.

Angelique?

Angelique?

Are you "BoredWife"?

Yeah.

Hi.
Hi.

"SecretLuvur"?

Oh, God.
At your service.

You must be Don.
Hi.

You're cute.

Thank you.

Do you want to sit, Don?

Okay. Sure.

I don't really know how this
is all supposed to go down.

Well, we can finish our drinks

and then we can
go on our date.

I'll have a cosmo.

Excuse me.
The lady would like a cosmo.

I heard her.

So much for incognito.
Yeah, right?

Have you never
done this before?

No, I don't do
this kind of thing.

No, no, no.

I...

I mean, is this what we're...
Is this okay?

Oh, you're more than okay.

I know you said that
on the phone,

but a lot of guys
just say that.

Why? Why would they do that?

They think it makes me
feel special.

That's just so weird.

I don't know. I mean,
maybe this is just too crazy.

No, no, no, look, look.

I don't want you to think
that you have to do

anything tonight.

There are no rules
to this kind of thing.

But you seem really nice.

And you're fine as hell.

It is, isn't it?
It's your first time.

Isn't it obvious?

You want to go upstairs?
Thank you.

So, um,

you're a photographer?

Hmm?

I see you, um,

taking photos
at the games and stuff.

Mmm.

No, it's just a hobby.

We use the photos on
Hannah's acting website.

Oh.

Well,

she's lucky she has a mother

who's, you know,
"in the business."

Tell me about it.

I got my first headshots
by this guy

up in Garland.
Yeah.

What a creep.

Told me not to forget my
swimsuit and aerobics outfit.

I hope you told him
to fuck off.

I wish.

I was 18. I didn't know.

I hate those photos.

Well, at least, you know,

Hannah has someone to keep her
out of trouble, right?

Yeah.

I suppose.

She's actually up
for this reality show.

Wow.

Yeah. It's kind of
a talent search.

Could be fun.
Yeah.

It's in Hollywood,
so if she gets it

maybe she'll meet her father.

He was this producer
that I met

when I went out there
to be a star.

Oh, yeah, got it.

I came back
five months pregnant

with this Mercedes
that he bought me

and a monthly
child support check.

To be fair, he never missed
a payment on either of them.
Mmm.

Hollywood's loss, I guess.

Isn't that where Lydia moved?
Yeah, she's, um,

going out with some, uh,

guy named Greg Cherry.

Really, I mean "Greg Cherry"?

What kind of name is that,
you know?

It's a pretty lame one.
It is.

So when did you start thinking
differently about her?

Honestly?

I know this is gonna...

Sound like a pickup line
or something, but, um,

meeting you was kind of
a big deal for me.

I mean, um,

you know, for the past year

pretty much
every night I'd just

go to bed and watch TV and

wonder what she was doing.

But for the past week,

I go to bed and wonder
what you're doing.

I'm sorry. That was way
too much, wasn't it?

No.

It was actually pretty great.

I've slept with guys for less.

Oh.

Sorry.

Do you wanna hear about what I
do for a living or something?

You can tell me
if you want to.

I'm an account services
manager at Stanley.

And what does an account
services manager do?

I coordinate

daily service
sales activities

regarding distributors.

I also, uh,

manage relationships
with various accounts and

I occasionally assist with
marketing programs relating to

distributors.

It sounds really complicated.

Nah, it isn't.

Oh, wow.

You have such a huge dick!

Don presumed
his penis to be

of an average size.

If his dick had, in fact,
been huge,

he would probably have
heard about it by this point.

Oh.

You like that?

Do you?

Yeah.

What's the matter?

You a scared little girl?

A little.

No.

I'm excited.

I want it.

Where do you want it?

In my mouth.

Mmm...

Maybe half of it?

No.

I want it all.

I want...

I want that big penis
of yours.

Um...

That's right.
I want it.
I want your dick.

Oh, attagirl.

I want you to destroy me
with your big fucking cock.

Oh, fuck, yeah.

You still in here?

Yes, I am.

You've been at it for hours.

I know.

I can't find anything.
We're lucky.

Then maybe you should

take it easy on her
for a while.

Maybe I'll just call her
and make sure

everything's okay at Lauren's,
and then I'll...

You just checked her
entire computer, right?

Doing whatever it is you do,
checking her email or MySpace.

You said yourself
she's clean as a whistle.

Just let her be
a teenager tonight.

That was cool.

Yeah.

Was that okay?
Yeah, you were great.

So, you still have a little
over half an hour left

if you want to take
a break, go again...

You think maybe we could just

lie in the bed together
and maybe you put your head

on my chest or something?

Yeah, that's fine.

Damn, baby,
that was something.

Call me tomorrow.

Hey.

She never called.

What?

That's weird.

Maybe there's something
wrong with my phone.

I should call my mom
and make sure she's okay.

Relax. Maybe she's having sex
or something with your dad.

Huh.

next weekend is
our arch-rival, Irving.

We want a sea of red and blue

when we go up against
the Aardvarks.

Go, Olympians!

Go, Olympians!

Dumb bitch.

What was that?

I said we lost
because of you, fag.

How could you have lost
because of me

if I wasn't even there?

That's why it's your fault,
you fuckface.

We could lose district.

- Who cares?
- Everybody cares.

Everybody!

All right, yeah, whatever.

Ah! God.

Fucker! Fuck you!

Fuck you!

So what do you want to know?

What do you want to tell me?

What's important in
your life right now?

I don't...

Um, my dad wants me
to play football.

Mmm-hmm.

How do you feel
about football?

I don't know, it just seems
kind of pointless to me.

Okay. Uh, what are
some of the things

that aren't pointless?

I don't know.
I play Guild Wars.

Is that a Nintendo game?

Uh, no, it's an MMORPG.

It's a role-playing
game online.

You play with
millions of other players.

Oh.

And you're probably pretty
good at this game, right?

Yeah, I guess.

It's not really about skill.

It's more about how much time
you put into it, you know.

Hmm.

And, uh, the people
you play this with,

they're your friends
from school?

Oh, no. No.

They're just my friends
from the game.

Like, I've never actually
met them in R.L.

R.L.?

R.L.? In real life.

Do you have friends in R.L.?

Um, no. Uh...

I used to have a lot,

but once I stopped
playing football

I sort of lost most of them.

There's a girl, though.

Oh, nice.

Is she in R.L.?

Uh, yeah.

She's pretty cool.

Have you seen Pale Blue Dot?

Is that a movie
or a video game?

No, it's, uh...

It's this thing,
this YouTube video.

And it basically challenges
our existence and

whether or not we matter.

Do you believe
anything matters?

On a grand scale? Uh...

I think if I
disappeared tomorrow,

the universe wouldn't
really notice.

What?

Can I show you something?

Uh, yeah, well, I'm kind
of busy. Just send me a pic.

What's up?

I only have a minute,
but I just wanted to make sure

you weren't chained up
in the basement or something.

Oh, and this.

Hey, baby.

What happened?

We don't know, baby.

The doctor said
someone found you at school.
You were bleeding.

Hi.
I feel fine.

How are you feeling, Allison?

Okay, I guess.

Am I, like, okay, though?

Short answer is yes.

Long answer is, it's
a little more complicated.

Okay,
what does that even mean?
Let him talk.

It means I need to tell you
a few things

that might seem
a little shocking.

But just keep in mind
your daughter's gonna be fine.

Okay.
Okay.

Allison, you had what's called
an ectopic pregnancy

and it spontaneously aborted.
What?

What? You were pregnant?
How can that even happen?

I'm sorry, Daddy.
Don't "Daddy" me!

The most important
thing to remember is

your daughter's okay.

Um, there was
a fertilized egg growing

in one of Allison's
fallopian tubes.

This can be quite dangerous,
especially if it ruptures.

It can be life-threatening.

You're actually lucky
that it ended on its own.

You seem to be malnourished,
and I believe

that's why your body wasn't
able to handle the pregnancy.

Can I go home?

Yeah, but I'd like to keep you
overnight for observation.

We're gonna keep you
on some fluids for hydration

and keep you monitored.

If you all need anything,
please have a nurse page me.

Are you angry with me?

I can't believe...

I just...

I need a little air.

I'm Hannah Clint

and I'm all about
keepin' it cooking.

And I'm all about cheering.

This is pretty great.
Yeah, uh...

So, I was thinking maybe we
could cut some of the dancing

since it's similar
to the cheering.
No.

No, the dance is important.

Okay, I'll just make some cuts
here and there then.

Cool.

You are actually
pretty good at this.

Maybe I can take you
with me one day.

You could be
my personal editor.

Wait, my parents are still up.

We can be quiet.

One sec.

Do you want me to help?

No. Uh, one sec.

That's good.
Okay.

Mmm.

Do... Do you want me...

One sec.

Are you gonna move or I...

Yeah.

Don't you have to,
like, have sex?

I'll move then.
No, wait.

Put it back in.

Fuck...

Is there something
I'm doing wrong?

No. I don't know.

I'm sorry.

I guess I should text
my mom then.

Lucky fucker!
How are those titties?

Did you get your dick
between them?

No.
Dude. What a waste.

Jesus, dude, when were you
gonna tell me?

Well, you know, I was trying
to keep it on the D.L.

You can show me
photos of trannies

but you can't tell me
you nailed Hannah Clint?

Hey.

Hey.

So, like, what's the deal?

What do you mean?

I mean, we haven't
even talked since

last night
and now you're, like,

going around spreading
a rumor that we had sex?

I'm pretty sure
we did have sex, and I

might have told some
of my friends.

So I guess, you know,
that's the deal.

I really don't think
that was sex.

Would you rather
I tell everyone

that you couldn't?
No!

I don't know why you're
saying anything to anyone.

Because I thought that
you were my best shot.

So I just told everyone that
I lost it, and they...

They think that I lost it,
then I pretty much did, right?

That is so screwed up.

Whatever.

Okay,

so I mean, like,
what's the deal?

What do you mean?
I mean, with us?

Like, what's the deal with us?

There is no deal.

Okay? I'm pretty sure
you're, like,

a weird guy who has some
serious sexual issues, and

I'm just not into
dealing with it.

I mean, I don't...

I don't know, we can talk
if you want,

but I don't really
see the point.

Whatever.

I know.

Hey, come on.
Top Chef is coming up.

Hey, I'm gonna head out to
my sister's again tonight.

You good to fend
for yourself dinnerwise?

You've been going
up there a lot lately.

Is... Is everything okay?

Yeah. Yeah, uh...

You know, she's...

She's just got a lot
on her plate, you know,

with work and...

I don't know,
I think she just

needs her sister's ear.

Of course.

You want me
to give you a ride?

Oh, no, you don't...
You don't need to do that.

We, uh...

Just go out with your friends.

Go have fun!
I want you to be happy.

Oh, my gosh! How are you?

I'm fine. Really.
You okay? Are you sure?

What happened?
Nothing.

It was stupid, really.

- But you're fine?
- Yeah.

I was so worried about you.
Oh, you don't need to be.

Los Angeles.

Hello.

America's Next Big Celebrity.
I'm looking for Donna?

Speaking.

Hi, Miss Clint, I'm just
calling to inform you that

unfortunately we're unable to
invite your daughter, Hannah,

to Los Angeles.

Oh, no. Um...

Is there anything, uh...

If you could just meet her,
I know that I could...

Hannah's audition was
really terrific.

Frankly, it was
one of our best.

But our clearances came across
a modeling website.

Uh, yeah. Yes, um...

Yeah, I think that we, um...

Yeah, we were putting up
some of Hannah's

acting and her headshots

just to show
her versatility, which...

Are you familiar with
the content of her site?

Well, I mean, some of
the photos are a bit...

These kids these days,
it's... It's not the same

from when you and I
were that age!

Our producers found that
the materials

on your daughter's site,
the photos

might be deemed by our network
as unwholesome.

Was there a particular photo?

Because it'd be very...
We answer to our advertisers
and they're very risk-averse.

Anything that could possibly
be thought of as unseemly...
I mean, I mean, we could...

We could take down the site.
It'd be so simple.

We live in a time when there
is simply no such thing.

All it takes is one download.

Why would
anyone download...

We really wish you
and your daughter

the very best of luck.

But, you know, kids are
emailing photos and texting.

And it's hardly unique,
I have to say...

It's unique to sell them.

Wha...

I don't know what you're...
But I mean, we never, uh...

I would never...
We wish you the best of luck.

Okay.

Thank you.

Did I do something?
No, no, no.

No, I don't know what to...

Can I get you...

I haven't done this for
a while, so if I...

If you know, listen,

there's some protocol that
I'm supposed to follow...

No, no, no.
No, it's about Hannah.

Oh.

It was just supposed
to be a place for

photos and her resume
and clips from plays.

What are you talking about?
Her website.

Oh.

And then one day I got
a message from a stranger.

A fan of Hannah who wanted
to pay for a modeling session.

I knew it wasn't normal,
but the photos were...

I mean, they...

It was the same thing
as catalogue work.

So,

I added a tab to the bottom
of the website

that said
"Private Photo Shoots."

Jesus!

I never let her read
any of the emails.

But the acting classes and,
you know, it's...

I took photos of my daughter.

And they were meant...

I don't know how
we got there, but...

I just had to tell you that.

Why?

Because I thought
if I never...

If I never talked about it,
I wasn't doing anything wrong.

Donna, you're the first woman
that I've...

You know,
since my wife left me.

Maybe we should just...

Slow things down.

Did you get some good shots?

Actually, I didn't
bring my camera.

I just came to talk to Kent.

You're so on his jock!

Hey, what is up
with that TV show?

I mean, I'm pretty sure

they said they
were gonna let us know

by, like, the end of the week,
and it's

pretty much
the end of the week.

So, I don't know...
What do you think the deal is?

We didn't get it.

Why?

I don't... I mean...

I don't get it.
I mean, I'm pretty sure

I must have been

one of the best ones. What...

Did they not like
the video or something?

Honey, they didn't
like our website.

Well, then screw them.

I thought about it,

and they're right.

I took down the site.

You what?

What about all of my fans?

If you wanna act, you can act.

We will get you into every
theater program that we can.

But that show
and the website,

that's not what
you want to do.

Yes, it is. Mom, it is!

you're better
than that stupid show

and you're better
than the website.
No, I'm not!

No, you have to
put it back up.
I can't.

Yes, you can.
Just push a fucking button!

I've allowed you
certain flexibility,

but right now
I have to be your mom.

No, you're being
a selfish bitch.

It's gone!

I deleted it.

Jameson, rocks.

Oh, God.

I wouldn't bother.
I changed your passwords.

Why would...

What is wrong with you?

You don't seem to understand
how dangerous it is on there.

The only thing that's
dangerous in this house,

Mom, is you!

I'm protecting you.

From what,
having a normal life?

Give me your phone.

No.

You can give me your phone

or I can call
and cancel the service

and remote swipe all the crap
you put on there.

It's not like you
haven't already read

all of it, anyway.

What's going on, Dad?

Great group of, uh, friends
you play with there.

Had some real nice things
to say about

having sex with your mother.

You don't understand.
They're just jokes, okay.

Yeah, Selkis... That's how
you pronounce his name?

"Silk-eez"?

Yeah, he prefers
to have reverse cowgirl

so he doesn't have to look
your mother in the face.

I wasn't supposed
to know, okay.

I figured you weren't, either.

What the hell's that mean?
I saw an album on Facebook.

She posted it, and I caught it
before she blocked me.

She corrected it, like,
within a few minutes.

She wasn't trying to hurt us.

She didn't want to hurt us?

She abandoned us!

She abandoned you.
Oh, really?

She got a bedroom for you
out there in California?

Hmm?

Did you get your
wedding invite yet?

She abandoned us!

Your mom's gone.
Yeah, she's gone.

She got bored with
the scenery and split.

So it's just you and me,
and that's how it's gonna be.

Probably forever.

All right, Dad, whatever.

And you're playing football
next year.

No, I'm not.
Oh yeah, you are.

No, I'm not!

I understand you needed
the year to, you know,

have your space and stuff,
but you belong on that team.

I don't even fucking
like football, Dad. Okay?

I like Guild Wars!
Fuck that stupid game.
It's a waste of time.

No, that's all it is, is time!
And I've put in months

of my life and I...

I'm invested now, okay?

Not anymore, you're not.

Because I canceled it.

You mean, you deleted
the application?

Okay, I'll reinstall it.
Thanks, Dad.

No, you won't.

I called my
credit card company

and told them
to delete your account.

So, it's gone.

What?

Why would you do that?

Because, whether you
like it or not,

I'm doing this
for your own good.

Brandy?

Brandy?

Where's Tim?
In his room.

Hey!

Tim!

Tim!

Oh, my God.
Oh, Christ!

Oh, shit!
Get a phone!

Hey, Dad.

I'm so sorry.

It's okay.

You're really beautiful,
you know that?

I'd like to explain
last night.

I don't know how we got here.

I just...
It's like we slipped,
and before we knew it

the whole reason
we started dating or...

had a family just...

What do you want?

I don't...

But I...

I don't...

Cheddar? Swiss?
Scallions? Tomatoes?

I don't know what
I was looking for

when I went online...

Chives?

I could do turkey bacon.

I understand you're upset.

I just...
I just want to know

what you'd like
in your eggs.

Don, we need to
talk about this.

I've made mistakes.
So have I.

Oh, yeah.

So have I.

Probably worse than you.

I don't know, Helen...

That's just it.

What's...
What's just it?

Well, we could sit here and

tell each other
everything we've ever done.

Shit, everything
we've ever thought.

It might take a while.

But, yeah, we could clear
everything up and

go to sleep tonight with some

pretty vivid pictures
in our heads.

Or you could just tell me
what you want for breakfast.

Pale Blue Dot by Carl Sagan.

"That's home. That's us.

"On it everyone you love,
everyone you know,

"everyone you ever heard of,

"every human being
who ever was

"lived out their lives.

"Every young couple in love,

"every mother and father,
hopeful child,

"every saint and sinner
in the history

"of our species lived there

"on the mote of dust
suspended in a sunbeam.

"How frequent
their misunderstandings,

"how fervent their hatreds.

"Our imagined self-importance,

"the delusion that
we have some privileged

"position in the Universe

"are challenged
by this point of pale light.

"Our planet is a lonely speck

"in the great enveloping
cosmic dark.

"In all this vastness,
there is no hint

"that help
will come from elsewhere

"to save us from ourselves.

"Like it or not,

"for the moment, the Earth
is where we make our stand.

"There is perhaps
no better demonstration

"of the folly
of human conceits

"than this distant image
of our tiny world.

"It underscores
our responsibility

"to deal more kindly
with one another

"and to preserve and cherish
the pale blue dot,

"the only home
we've ever known."

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