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(crowd cheering)

(loud bang)

(gasps)

(fireworks banging)

(sighs)

(crowd): Ten, nine, eight, seven--

(TV clicks off)

(fireworks continue)

(ominous music)

(floorboard creaks)

(crickets chirping)

(exhales)

- Happy New Year's, kiddos.

(sighs)

(crickets chirping)

(tense music)

(fireworks crackling)

(floorboard creaks)

(fireworks bang slowly)

(breathing heavily)

(gunshot cracks)

(screaming)

- Honey, I'm here. It's okay.

I'm right here. Just remember the breathing, okay?

You can do this. Okay?

- Okay, Morgan, I need you to push

on this next contraction, okay? - I can't, I can't, I can't.

- Yes, you can do this, baby. I know you can do this.

- Okay, good. Now, push!

(screaming)

Push, push! - Push, push, push, push!

- Good, you got it. - Oh, my God,

you're doing it, baby! - Almost there!

You're doing it, baby. You're doing it.

- The head is coming. - Oh, Morgan, it's...

He's... - I got him. I got him.

(baby cries) Do you wanna cut the cord?

- Yeah.

(crying)

- Hey!

Hey! Hi.

(crying)

Kevin.

Rodney.

- I know.

(crying continues)

- Okay, we do need to take him now.

- Can we just have a few minutes?

- I'm sorry. Do you remember what we talked about?

Every minute matters.

- Yeah, okay.

(crying continues)

(crying fades)

(monitor beeps steadily)

- As we suspected from the prenatal ultrasound,

Kevin's atrial ventricular septal defect

is allowing oxygen rich blood,

that's the red stuff you see here,

it's allowing it to pass from his left atrium

to his heart.

We have to go into surgery right away.

(indistinct PA system announcement)

(Rodney): You'll put it on him soon.

- Yeah.

- Hey.

You know,

you and me,

we've been together since we were 14 years old.

(Morgan chuckles)

And right now, we're being tested.

But I want you to know that I'm gonna take care of you.

And we're gonna be okay.

No matter what.

(knock on door)

- Mr. and Mrs. Metzer.

I'm very sorry.

(exhales)

(sobbing)

♪ You are my sunshine, my only sunshine ♪

♪ You make me happy

♪ When skies are gray

♪ You'll never know, dear

♪ How much I love you

♪ So, please don't take

♪ My sunshine away

♪ You are my sunshine

♪ My only sunshine

♪ You make me happy

♪ When skies are gray

♪ You'll never know, dear

♪ How much I love you

♪ So, please don't take

♪ My sunshine away ♪

(somber music)

(birds chirping)

- I'll take care of our folks when they get here.

You wanna go upstairs and rest?

(♪)

- Where's Morgan? Is she, is she doing okay?

- She just needs a minute. She's upstairs.

- Okay.

- I'm sorry son.

- It's not right, Rodney.

It's not right.

When we lost your brother... (Rodney): I know.

(mournful music)

(sobbing)

(birds chirping)

(gentle melancholy music)

(Rodney): Hey hon. Smells great.

- Well, it better because I had to start over twice.

(laughs)

- So, how was your run this morning?

- It was good. Enlightening.

Or at least trying to make it enlightening.

- Oh yeah? - Yes.

And actually, something I wanna talk to you about.

- Uh yeah, me too. And...

I have some news. It's not the good kind.

- Okay, you first.

- Apparently, Daniel has been holding it against me

that I missed so much time from work after the hospital,

and...

he fired me. - What?

- That's what I said, but...

there's no HR at the car lots.

There's not really anything I can do

unless we wanna hire an attorney

and go through the expense of all that.

But...

you needed me here, so whatever, screw that guy.

- Well, what are we gonna do about money?

- I'll get another job.

- You know, I always thought I could be good

at interior design.

So, maybe now I could start that.

- Babe, come here.

I got you.

Man of the house, remember? - Mm-hmm.

- Besides, I think you need a degree

for any decent job in design.

But don't worry, it's okay.

We have plenty of dough in the trust fund.

We're gonna be fine.

(Rodney inhales deeply)

Ah...

Anyway, what was your thing about?

- Oh, um...

I just hope you like my new cranberry sauce.

- Must be a heck of a sauce. Let's try it.

(electric toothbrush humming)

(humming stops)

(Morgan): Hey, honey.

- Yeah.

- There is, uh, something I wanna talk about.

- Sure, what?

- Uh, it's kind of a big thing.

- Oh.

- I thought you know, it's been a while and...

- I am so on board.

- And it's...

not just for fun.

You know, I've been thinking that maybe the best way to heal

is to keep trying.

- Oh.

- Say something.

- Well, I mean, that was always our dream.

I guess...

I guess it's just scary

knowing that trying can lead to so much pain.

- I mean, but we still have to try, right?

I mean, we at least, we owe ourselves that.

- You sure you're ready?

- Mm-hmm.

- Okay.

(Morgan chuckles)

(inhales and exhales deeply)

Five more minutes.

- Mm-hmm.

- Mom! Amelia took my space man!

- Mason wouldn't share with me.

- You never share anything with me.

- Not true. Dad, tell Mason to share!

- I don't care.

(Morgan laughs) - Dad!

- I'm sorry, Mason, share with your sister.

- Fine. Mom, can we have pancakes this morning?

(children): Pancakes! Pancakes! Pancakes!

- Pancakes? - Oh, the tickle dragon

is angry! Tickle, tickle, tickle.

(laughing) (children): Tickle! Tickle!

Tickle! - Got you. Got ya.

- Okay, okay, I'm gonna get on those pancakes.

- Where do you think you're going?

You cannot escape the tickle dragon.

(laughing) - Tickle, tickle, tickle!

- Oh... - Did Kevin like pancake

as much as us?

- Oh, I don't know, honey. He never got to try them.

- All right, come on you two hooligans. Let's get downstairs.

(inhales and exhales deeply)

(exhales deeply)

- Morgan?

Morgan,

do you wanna finish your story?

- Oh, um, yeah. Um...

I feel like I'm the only one who's trying to keep Kevin

a part of our lives.

You know, we bake a cake for him at every birthday,

we sing and blow out candles,

and he's got a stocking at Christmas.

Tell the twins about their big brother.

Uh, the kids, they...

they go along with it. You know, they sorta get it,

as much as they can.

And they ask about him sometimes.

Rodney, he just...

He tolerates it.

- Those memories can take a toll on everyone.

- I know, I just, I feel...

so isolated.

You know, I...

initially thought the kids could replace Kevin,

but they didn't.

And...

I don't work, so my life is just Rodney and the kids.

And...

and those memories.

(eerie music)

(car engine starting)

(man crying)

- Hey. (tearfully): Oh, hi.

Um, I was just uh...

I dropped my keys and...

(sniffling) Was just, uh...

Sorry for disturbing your story. I didn't mean to.

- No apology needed.

Are you okay?

- Yeah. I mean, no, I'm not,

but I need to be, you know?

I got kids, too, and after their mother,

you know...

I'm all they have.

- That must be really hard.

You're doing a great job, though.

- Yeah.

Hiding in the parking lot

instead of going home to make dinner for my kids.

- No, I mean, being here, coming to group.

And look, it... it gets better.

Not a lot, but enough to go on.

Hmm. My favorite spot is hiding in the closet.

Lights off, total darkness, any time of the day.

And hey, as for dinner,

how about you surprise them with a few of these?

- Yeah, my kids love donuts.

- Well, you'll be a hero, then.

(sniffling)

- What about your twins?

- Heh.

I still have plenty.

- Oh, I'm Griff, by the way. Griffith Walker.

- Morgan Metzer.

- You're a real lifesaver, Morgan. Thank you.

Anyway, hope to see you around.

- Yeah, you too.

(sniffling)

(car engine starts)

(Morgan screaming)

(thudding blows)

(crying)

(man grunting)

(thudding)

(crying)

(gunshot cracks)

(screaming)

(man grunting)

(Morgan crying)

(tie zips)

(grunting)

(crying)

(man, distorted voice): That's good. That's good.

You belong like this.

(Morgan sobbing)

- Please, no.

(sinister music)

(choking)

(man): Where's your husband?

(Morgan): Hey, guys. (children): Hey, Mom!

- Hey, where have you been?

- I was at my Tuesday group.

Is everything okay?

- Not really. I thought you were picking up the kids.

- Isn't Tuesday your day?

- Usually, but you said you could do it today.

Don't you remember?

- Um, I always do group on Tuesday,

and with it being Kevin's birthday this weekend...

(Rodney sighs) I don't... know why

I would tell you I'd skip it and pick up.

- Yeah. It's all good. Don't worry about it.

- Oh, guys, I told you not to play with that

when I'm not here. You leave it open

and it turns hard as rock. - Sorry, Mom.

- Yeah, sorry, Mom.

- Kids, why don't you go upstairs and play

for a little bit, and then we'll do dinner and donuts?

- Donuts? - That's what I said.

(children): Okay, Mom! - Go, go!

I don't understand why this is such a big deal.

- It really shouldn't be.

- Okay, well then, what's wrong?

- Well, I had to leave work early to pick up the kids.

No big deal, right?

But then guess who calls 30 minutes later?

Mr. Davis.

And guess who's getting fired for cutting out early from work?

- Rod... - Yep.

- Rod, I'm so sorry.

- I know you are. It's just...

It is what it is.

(sighs)

(light knock on door)

- You okay?

- I've been better.

- Hmm.

- You know I don't like working for other people.

(both chuckle)

- Hmm. - Look at this.

I've got 2.7 million in the trust.

That's up 30 percent.

- That's a lot, right?

- It's pretty damn good.

And I've been reading up on investing.

I can save us on commissions

and do just as well if I start managing the account myself.

I can cover our mortgage and all our expenses.

- Yeah, I mean, if that's what you think is best, I'm...

I'm with you. - Of course you are.

(soft music)

(sniffles)

(distant giggling and chatter)

- This guy can throw a ball 91. His curve, unhittable.

- Oh, and. 400 on base. You should have been all-state.

(Rodney): Stop.

Oh, man the grill, Pete. I'll be right back.

Hey, everybody, look who's here.

Hey babe, you okay? - Got the cake.

- Uh, do you want me to put Kevin's beanie

back on the mantle? - It's his birthday.

- Yeah, I know, hon, but you know, all our friends

are here to celebrate it with us.

It's gonna be great, right?

Here, let me get that for ya.

- No, I got it. - I'm just gonna put it --

(guests gasp)

(Amelia): Kevin's cake!

- It's okay, we can salvage this.

(Rodney): Okay!

- Just a little Grandma TLC.

- Thanks, Linda. You can go play, it's okay.

It's okay, it's okay.

Here.

Go inside, take a break.

Pete, those burgers better not be burnt!

(deep inhale and exhale)

- Oh, hey!

- Ah, Nicole from high school, right?

- You remembered. Yeah. I'm dating Tom Calloway.

He's a friend of Rodney's uh...

(both): From the baseball team.

- Yeah, sure. Rod loves his old baseball buddies.

(Morgan clears throat)

- I love your place.

Did you decorate yourself?

- Uh yeah and painted and did the wallpaper in the bathrooms.

- Wow, okay.

(Morgan chuckles)

Well, you have a real talent.

Seriously.

Do you mind if I take pictures uh, for inspiration for my own?

- Yeah, sure. And thank you.

- Yeah, I always wanted to get into design.

Stuck selling renter's insurance right now, though.

Really riveting stuff. - Huh.

(shutter clicks) Well, thanks.

♪ Happy birthday to you ♪

(gentle applause)

- Ready to do the release? (children): Mm-hmm.

- Okay.

Thank you, Mom.

(tender music )

(exhales)

Ready? - Yep.

(♪)

- How are things, man? Like, for real?

- It's for Kevin, because Kevin was a baby.

- Um...

Well, Morgan...

Well, it's just, she's still on these pills.

And you know, she goes to therapy,

which I used to think was a good idea,

but now...

I don't know. I mean, she says she wants to keep

celebrating Kevin's birthday, but then...

(sighs) ...she shows up,

and she's a total mess.

I...

It's a lot.

- It's tough dude, I'm sorry.

(children laughing)

- Oh, hey, Kathy.

- That was very nice. Thank you for having us.

- Yeah, of course.

- I, of all people, know what it's like to lose a child.

Anyway, I filled this up for you.

I thought you might wanna switch to water.

- Thanks.

- Morgan, we need to talk.

- Okay.

- What are you doing? - I'm cleaning up.

- Can you stop for a second?

Look, you show up late.

You come in basically crying.

You pick a fight with me. You're drinking too much,

you're hanging all over my friends?

- What? I wasn't-- - I grew up, okay?

I expect you to do the same.

Just stop acting like a crazy teenager.

- Just don't call me crazy. - What was that?

- I said, don't call me crazy.

- You don't want me to call you crazy?

Stop mixing wine and pills. - Get off me!

- Ow! Ow! - Oh, my God. I'm so sorry.

- What the hell are you doing?

- I don't... know.

- Just go inside and sleep it off.

I don't want the kids seeing you like this.

(Morgan breathing shakily) (Rodney): God...

(phone beeps)

(tense music)

- Morgan.

- Whoa, whoa, whoa. - She just...

she just hit me in the face with her water bottle.

- You need some ice, man? - No, no, I'll be fine.

- I'm gonna get you some ice.

- What the hell is wrong with her?

(whispering voices)

- It's been eight years. - Oh, my God.

(overlapping whispers)

(Amelia): Why did Mom do that?

(Rodney): Well, you know sometimes when you guys act bad

and Mommy and Daddy say you can't do that?

That's all it was. Mommy was just acting bad today.

But don't worry, Daddy's here.

I love you so much.

One last hug. Okay, under the covers.

And lights out or no treat tomorrow.

Let's go, buddy.

(Mason): Good night!

(Rodney): Good night! (Amelia): Good night!

- Are the kids okay? Should I go in?

(Rodney): They're fine.

- I don't know what happened. I didn't mean to--

- You hit me in the face. - I didn't mean to.

- All I want from you is an apology.

- I'm sorry.

(tense music )

- You can do this. (crying)

(surgeon): We have to go into surgery right away.

(overlapping voices)

(tense music crescendo)

(woman whispers): She's been acting so crazy.

(overlapping whispers)

- Get off of me!

(whispering continues)

(music fades)

(Morgan panting)

- Hey, Morgan?

You burning off those donuts?

Thought they were for your kids.

(Morgan chuckles)

Ouch. - Uh, I'm...

Yeah, no, I just hit myself

when I was cleaning something, so...

- Ah. Hey, um, do you wanna exchange numbers

if I ever need some more advice or if you need to talk?

It would be the donut crisis hotline.

(chuckles) - Uh, yeah. Sure.

- Yeah?

(children screaming)

- Got you!

(Morgan): Hey, guys.

(children): Hey, Mom.

- Hey, Rod.

Is everything okay?

Rodney?

- Huh? Uh, yeah.

Yeah, all good. (toy guns popping)

- Oh! (laughs)

Hey! Hey, this isn't fair!

(knock on door)

(Rodney): Yeah?

- Do you wanna tell me what's wrong? Maybe I can help.

- Sure. Let's see if you can help.

- Uh...

So, your trust account is overdrawn.

Looks like there's interest.

- It means the money is gone.

The trust is gone.

- How is that possible?

- Do you watch the news?

Inflation, banks going under.

The-the Fed's been raising rates like crazy

and we leveraged the trust to buy bonds

back when rates were low.

And now it's all, it's all just worthless.

- How does that, how does that even happen?

- You're not gonna understand it, okay?

The money is just gone!

All right? It's, it's, it's gone!

(keyboard crashes to floor)

(breathing nervously)

- We'll sell the house. I'll...

I'll get a job and we'll figure it out, all right?

We'll make it work.

(phone pings)

(tense music builds slowly)

- You have a beautiful house.

Thank you for inviting me into it.

And I would love to turn your house into a home

where I can help you create the perfect, warm family space

for your baby and the newlywed couple.

So, let me show you what I mean. Um, this should be the nursery.

You do not wanna go up and down the stairs

every time you have a wet diaper.

(all chuckle)

And then down the road,

you should transform this area to more of a mudroom.

Uh, we could do lockers right there.

I have twins, so whether it's soccer cleats

or ballet shoes, you're gonna need the space.

And then, I was thinking, for the entryway, some runners.

Something durable, though. Something where you do not

have to get down on your hands and knees to clean every month.

And then, the kitchen,

I was thinking maybe more of a neutral palette

with the backsplash.

All right, now, if you're open to it,

this color would be amazing in the entryway.

- Yes. And I mean, yes to working with you.

I just, I love your vision for us and the house.

And let's do it.

- Don't you need to ask your husband?

- Oh no, he trusts me

with all things house and home.

(laughs)

- Amazing. Then I will um, get started right away.

- Great! Let me go find him.

- Morgan?

- Oh, hey Nicole. - Hey.

- Good to see you again. - Nice to see you.

Are you, uh, redoing your kitchen or...

- No, I actually started my own design company.

- You're... you're kidding?

That is incredible. - Yeah, and pretty scary.

I just landed my first big job.

A starter home for a family coming from

a New York apartment. So, they don't have

a stick of furniture, and the house is totally bare.

I pitched them on having this whole company

and how I could handle it all, but it's just me. So...

- Well, you've done it before.

I've seen your house, remember? So...

- Are you still selling insurance?

- I am. Yeah. Yeah, I am.

Even though it is wildly, wildly mundane.

(both chuckle)

- Would you wanna work for me?

- What... me? You're serious?

- Yeah.

- Uh... yes, I would.

Oh, my God! Oh, my God! Wait, when do I start? What?

- And you're starting right now because I just, I don't,

okay, so this is the palette that I was going for.

(heavy metal music)

(panting)

- Hey. Did you get my message?

- No, I've been working out. What's up?

- Babe, I won. I won it.

- Oh, hon, that's... that's great.

- Yeah, this couple is so lovely.

And the house, I mean, it's completely bare,

but I mean it's got natural light,

there's an open floorplan, and--

- Hey, I uh, I actually have some good news, too.

There's this equity firm in Dallas

and they're gonna fly me in for an interview.

- Rodney, oh my gosh! That's terrific!

And you are so incredibly sweaty.

But I don't even care, because I am so proud of you.

- There's one thing.

The interview's on Valentine's Day,

so I would have to cancel our dinner.

- Okay. Yeah, no, that, that's good.

- Yeah? And you can watch the kids for a few days?

- Yeah. Yes, yes, I can juggle the kids and the new job.

Plus, I've got Nicole working for me now too, so it'll help.

- Oh. You hired someone?

- Yeah, your buddy Tom, his ex-girlfriend.

All right, I'm gonna get dinner started for the kids.

- Wait, wait, wait.

- Hmm, thank you.

Oh. (laughing)

Babe, babe the kids are just right inside.

- Let's celebrate.

(garage door rumbles)

- Okay, well just make it quick.

Oh, Mason, come on, please don't eat from there.

All right, give me 15 minutes

and I'll have some dinner ready for you guys.

- Let's just order pizza!

(Amelia): Yay! - I love pizza!

- Can I have cheese, please? - Can I have sausage, please?

- Sorry guys, your mom's too much of a horn dog

to make anything tonight.

- What's a horn dog?

(Rodney): I'll tell you when you're 18.

(children humming happily)

(sports fans cheer on TV)

(exhaling deeply)

(clears throat)

(exhales)

- Oh shoot. Shoot.

What?

(sinister music swell)

I like the gray one. It looks good on you.

- Oh, you like a man in a suit, huh?

What else do you like?

- I'm not really in the mood, babe.

- That's not what I'm getting from you.

- Rod, we just did it, okay?

And hey, I don't like you talking like that

in front of the kids. - Oh, come on.

Don't play coy.

You know you like it when we mess around

in the middle of the day.

All right? All right? Or in the car.

- I'm serious.

(Rodney laughs)

- Okay, fine. Pretend all you want.

I actually have something serious I wanna talk about, too.

I know I'm gonna be gone for Valentine's Day.

But I did get you something.

(buttons beep)

- Rod!

- I'm gonna be gone for a few days.

You need to be able to protect yourself.

- We have kids. Come on, I don't want a gun in our house!

- Okay, calm down. It has a trigger lock.

It's fine.

I need you and the kids safe, no matter what.

- Okay, fine.

- You're welcome.

- Rod, I said I wasn't in the mood.

Rodney, I said I... Rodney, I don't--

(Rodney grunts)

What are you doing? Rodney!

(Rodney grunting)

(sinister music)

(music fades)

(door creaks lightly)

(exhales)

(Morgan): Okay, I think this palette is gonna work

really nicely together. So, these.

- Oh yeah, definitely. I like that.

- Let's try for the living room.

- Do you ever treat yourself?

Like a new, a new car maybe or,

okay, a fancy dress? Or a... a trip to Italy.

- Oh. - You know, whatever.

- Yeah, okay. - Oh my gosh.

Well, your business is killing it,

so you should do something nice.

Something for you.

I mean I would, I would love a new purse.

- There you go. - Something designer.

- Okay.

- That I'd...

that I'd buy with my own money.

I've um, I've never done that before.

- Like, ever? Really?

- Is that bad? I just, I've never had a job

that paid that much and, and Rod, he's...

from family money, so he was always in charge

of the big purchases. But he never treats

any of his stuff nicely.

I guess when you're from money, you just expect that money's

always gonna be there, and then when it's not...

Anyways it's just, um,

it's just been hard for him.

- Yeah, but you make great money now, right?

I mean, isn't he happy about that?

- Yeah. Yeah, he is.

- Morgan... (clears throat)

Has Rod ever-- - Hey, there he is.

Did they love you in Dallas? - Don't.

- What's wrong?

- This was in our mailbox.

Know anything about this? - Uh, I have no idea.

- This is a threat. You understand that, right?

- Rod, I said I don't know.

- Well, why else would somebody write this?

- Uh-- - Maybe it was a joke.

It could've been an accident.

They could've put that in the wrong mail--

- Could you give us some privacy, please?

(Morgan): Rodney. - I'm serious.

- Yeah.

- Are you being unfaithful?

- Of course not.

(sinister music)

(Rodney breathing heavily)

(cocks gun)

(children's program plays on TV)

- Ah!

- We got a letter from the credit card company.

Did you happen to take out a second card?

Said there's already $7,000 on it.

- I bought some new tools for the carpentry business,

remember? Your entrepreneurial spirit

inspired me to start my own business.

- Yeah, right, I just, I don't...

remember us talking about a second card.

- Aren't you proud of me, honey?

- Rodney...

- You know, you didn't consult me

when you hired Nicole.

I'm, I'm being proactive.

- Yes, you are.

- Look, if you wanna see every little receipt,

I can bring out the itemized bill right now.

- Rodney, that's fine.

No, Rodney, stop. Never mind. - No, no, no,

you wanna see receipts? - Stop, never mind.

- It's good. It's smart. You wanna see receipts,

that's good business. - Stop. Never mind, okay?

There's something more important anyway.

I... I found a bag in the bathroom.

It had steroids in it?

Rod, that stuff's dangerous.

(laughs)

- Morgan, steroids?

Come on, you know I'm diabetic.

- I know what your insulin looks like. This was different.

(whispers): You don't know what you're talking about.

- Rodney, we need to discuss this.

(Rodney exhales)

(Rodney): Don't you dare emasculate me

like that in front of the kids. - Rodney.

- Look, I've been dealing with so much

and I've been shouldering it alone this whole time.

The, the threatening letters, this new job,

taking care of the kids 'cause you're never around.

- You?

I pick them up from school, I do their homework,

I cook them meals, I take them to baseball.

- Oh, please, you're out there doing God knows what.

Or more like doing God knows who.

- Rodney! - Look at you!

I'm glad Kevin isn't here to see what his mother's become.

- Oh, no, no. No, you don't. No, you don't.

You do not get to unload on me

and then just walk away like that. Really?

That's how low you're stooping? Kevin?

(Rodney sighs) Look, you wanna start

itemizing things?

How about your new little credit card bill?

'Cause it's not just tools, Rodney, it's movies,

and drinks, and nights out with your baseball friends.

- It's none of your business! - Well, it's my money,

it's my business. - Oh, shut up!

When I brought home the paycheck,

I never would've said anything like that to you.

- Do you think I'm an idiot, Rodney?

Seriously, Rodney, do you think I'm an idiot?

(grunts)

(sinister music)

(sounds muffle)

(echoing exhales)

- Rod, are you okay?

- What the hell's wrong with you?

- Me?

- You trying to kill me? (groans)

- Daddy! - Are you okay?

- It's okay, it's okay. Daddy's okay.

Mommy didn't mean to push me. She's just upset, okay?

(Morgan breathing shakily)

(whispering voices)

(Morgan panting)

(music crescendos)

- Her husband...

- Is she even fit to be a mom?

- Are you kidding me?

(doorbell chimes)

(Morgan): Be right there!

Oh, Mom, Dad, what are you...

- Can we come in?

- How are you doing, honey?

(deep sigh)

- Can I get you anything?

- Come on.

- We know about the fight.

(sighs)

- We know things in marriage can be hard.

Couples fight. But, um...

- But...

Ppushing them down the stairs?

Honey, that is not how we raised you.

- Wait, what?

- I'm...

Oh, I can't. Richard.

- Rod came over this morning.

He's very concerned...

about himself, but also for the kids.

- You're not violent with them, are you?

- Mom! Why is everyone on his side?

I would never do that. You know that.

And Rod, he...

Do you even wanna hear my side of the story?

- We didn't raise a liar either.

- What? - Rodney showed us

the security footage.

(Morgan): Seriously, Rodney, do you think

I'm an idiot?

(sinister music swells)

(Morgan sighs)

- Whoa, whoa, what are you doing with my tools?

- I'm cleaning up. - Morgan, come on.

- Have you been able to use them for any new work?

- It's tough out there. Okay?

- How long are you going to pursue it, Rodney?

- What is this?

Are you coming down on me because I haven't been able

to find a job?

Morgan, I have been out there every day,

submitting resumes, I'm talking to friends,

colleagues. I'm on message boards.

I even asked your dad for a job.

Do you understand how that makes me feel?

- Why did you send him the video?

- Because I'm worried about you, Morgan.

You've been violent.

Erratic. Unfaithful.

- Rodney, I have never cheated on you. Never.

So, why would you set me up like that with my parents?

Look, I... I didn't mean to hurt you.

- It's on camera.

- But that's not...

I never intended to hurt you. You know that.

- No one is going to believe you.

Everyone we know is friends with me. Not you.

And if you ever try to leave me,

they'll never let you keep the kids.

Never.

(door slams)

(Morgan): Yeah, I like that.

- That's nice. Ooh,

what about this for the Allens? - Hmm, no,

it's not upscale enough for what Geri's looking for.

She wants solids, whites, off-creams.

Um, elegant without being too showy, you know?

- Mm-hmm, yeah.

(clicks tongue)

Oh, what about that? Is that elegant enough?

- Yes, exactly.

(sighs)

Oh, nope.

- What?

Well...

Come on. Come on, you deserve it.

Just, just pick it up. Just try it. Just pick it up.

(gasps)

- She's cute. - Oh, she's so cute.

- Okay. Okay. - Yep.

- Tomatoes...

You guys almost done with your homework?

(children): Yes.

- Nice bag. Looks expensive.

- Four new clients this month. We can afford a little luxury.

- How many glasses is that?

- It's apple cider.

- Mm-hmm.

Who is Griff Walker?

- He's a friend from therapy. Why?

- A friend with a criminal record.

Interesting choice.

Oh, you didn't know that?

- What is this? Have you been looking through my phone?

- No, I didn't need to.

I just needed to look at my phone.

I was sitting here in my house, with my kids,

minding my own business, when I get this email.

- That's not Griff. He's not like that.

- Booming business, new purse, new man.

- Rod, not here, please.

- When were you planning to tell all of us

that you'd moved on?

- Griff is just a guy who lost his wife.

Look, I barely know him. There's no affair.

There never was. - I can't trust you.

- Of course you can trust me.

- No, the signs were there all along, the drinking,

the pills, you disappearing all day from me and the kids.

- I'm at work.

- Work?

Your little interior design business?

That's what you call a job?

Gimme a break! You're not a mother

to these children anymore. You're not even a wife to me!

- I didn't choose this. Someone needed to make money.

- Oh, so now you're the victim. The cheater is the victim.

- Kids, clear the table. Dinner's ready.

(children): Okay.

(Morgan breathing heavily)

(whispering voices)

(tense music crescendos)

- Trauma is real.

When we suffer from trauma, we can sometimes find ourselves

inviting in people.

People who don't have our best interests at heart.

Today I wanna talk about narcissists,

personalities who have an excessive interest

in their own appearance,

their own control over the world.

They are entitled, lacking empathy.

They lash out when threatened.

Nothing is ever their fault.

Bad outcomes are always the symptom

of something someone else did.

A narcissist has this compulsion for control.

Sometimes the only way to handle a narcissist

is to give them that control they so desperately desire.

Lend it to them for the short term,

but do so knowing that the control you're giving them

is only in their minds and not in yours.

(stirring music hums then fades)

- Oh, sorry. Sorry, I didn't mean to startle you.

- I... I didn't see you in group.

- Oh, I snuck in late. The kids have been so busy

with school and sports, it's... it's hard to find the time.

- Uh-huh. Um, look, I don't mean to sound crazy,

but...

did you happen to write my husband Rodney an email?

- Your husband?

- Yeah, um...

did you tell him to back off so we could be together?

(Griff laughs briefly)

So, you put the letter in the mailbox, too?

- You're serious? - Well, did you?

- Morgan, I didn't email your husband.

And I haven't written a letter by hand in, I don't know,

ten years.

Listen, I thought we could help each other,

but whatever's going on between you and your husband,

just...

leave me out of it.

(Morgan sighs)

- Hey.

I'm sorry. I am so sorry.

- Save your breath. They are long gone.

(sighs) - Sorry.

- Hmm. Don't be. We have a new client!

- Ah! Yes! Oh, I knew it, I knew it.

I always said confidence is key.

And look at that, you have it. You are the best.

- No, you are the best.

- Oh, yes.

- Okay, I've gotta ask.

What is going on with you?

You've been really... off.

- Oh, no, I'm good. It's just...

(sighs) You know, with kids,

and sports and...

(ominous music swells)

(Nicole): Wasn't Rodney in Dallas for Valentine's?

I'm really sorry.

- No, it... it must be the wrong year.

- Morgan...

He is not a good partner.

Okay? I'm sorry, but someone needs to say it.

- It's...

- It's complicated, yeah.

Yeah, I know. But it's also really simple,

okay? He's full of it,

and he... he doesn't treat you well.

(tearfully): I don't even know who I am anymore.

I am a horrible mom, I am a horrible wife.

- Hey, no, don't say that. - No, no, no.

- No, that's not true. - You don't know

what I've done. Look, you don't get it, all right?

I... I pushed him down the stairs.

- What? - I hit him.

- What? - I did,

at Kevin's birthday party, I hit him.

- Morgan. - Please, you just don't get it.

All right?

- No, mm-mm.

- Okay, I do not need to relive that

any more than I already did, okay?

- No. No, Morgan.

That is not what happened.

(Morgan): Get off of me.

Ah!

(ominous music)

- What was that? - I said, don't call me crazy.

- You don't want me to call you crazy?

Stop mixing wine and pills.

- Get off of me!

Ah!

- You hit me. Now get inside and don't make a scene.

(Morgan breathes shakily)

I never would have said anything like that to you.

(Morgan): Do you think I'm an idiot, Rodney?

(Morgan screams)

(panting)

Rodney? Rod, are you okay?

- What the hell are you doing?

- Me? - Are you trying to kill me?

(Amelia): Daddy!

(Mason): Are you okay?

(Rodney): Daddy's fine. I'm fine. Daddy's okay.

Mommy didn't mean to push me, okay? She's just upset.

(Morgan breathes shakily)

(high-pitched ringing)

(breathing heavily)

(Nicole): You okay? - Yeah, I'm gonna be sick.

- You're so strong, okay?

(music fades)

(sniffs)

(breathing heavily)

- Oh!

(announcer 1): ...in another bunker there short left.

(sighs)

(announcer 2): Trying to land soft and maybe

run up to the hole.

(Morgan): Rod?

You should go. (Linda): Morgan.

- I need to talk to my husband.

Why?

- What?

- There is piss all over my purse.

- Maybe the cat pissed on it.

- For once in your life, stop lying.

- What are you-- - Oh, yeah.

Yeah, so that's cat piss?

- I don't know, maybe.

- Yeah, maybe.

Maybe like how you lost your jobs?

- What are you talking about?

- It's always someone else's fault, isn't it, Rodney?

Oh, I got another one.

Remember when you went to Dallas for an interview

over Valentine's Day?

Or did you? - Oh, here we go.

- Maybe instead, you spent the weekend playing golf.

Ugh, I'm such a fool!

For all these years you had me convinced

that I was the broken one, the, the crazy one,

the drunk one, the, the one who wouldn't move on

from the memory of our son. The one who acted like a child

and needed to grow up.

That I was bad.

- Okay. So, this is all my fault now?

You know, Morgan, this is why marriages fail.

Because you move on, and you leave all of us behind.

You go out and get your fancy new job,

and your new man.

Please tell me, do you even care about this family anymore?

You are still behaving like a child. This is your fault!

- It's not her fault!

- What? - It's yours.

- Are you turning my own children against me?

You ungrateful-- - Go away!

- Shut up, you little brat! - Hey, no.

You do not touch him and you do not

get to talk to any of us like that anymore.

- Oh, yeah? - Yeah.

- Or what?

- I want a divorce.

Let's go, let's go. Let's get in the car.

Come on, baby girl, hustle up.

All right, come on, let's go. In the car.

Here, get in there, baby.

- Morgan, stop!

Morgan, don't do this. - Rodney, stop, stop.

- Morgan, Don't do this. No, no. - Rodney, please stop.

- Come back inside. Let's talk about this.

- Stop this, Rodney! - Please don't leave me!

- Rodney! We're done. Please, we're done.

(door slams shut)

(threatening music)

(car engine starts)

(instrumental "Deck the Halls" plays)

(Nicole): Nice. Ooh, that's creative.

- It's so bad. (laughing)

It's so bad.

- Ah! (all laughing)

(Morgan): Amelia! (laughing)

Oh, my gosh, Mason, do not eat that.

That frosting is like glue.

(doorbell chimes)

(clears throat) One sec.

Come in.

(Rodney): Hey, guys. Merry late Christmas.

(children): Merry Christmas, Dad.

- Hi, buddy. Hi.

You guys ready for a road trip?

- Aunt Lizzie's is so far away.

- Well, maybe these will help?

- No way! This is amazing, Dad!

- The batteries are charged and ready to go.

(children): Thank you, Dad!

- I will go get the kids' stuff.

Okay, one, two, three, four shirts.

(floorboard creaks)

- You know I could fix that floorboard?

(laughing) - I know.

That's okay. I actually like it.

Let's me know when the kids try to sneak downstairs

to get ice cream. - Hmm.

Rodney seems, um... normal-ish.

- Yeah. No, he's been really great, actually.

Um, it's his week with the twins.

But when my sister called asking if they could visit

for Christmas, he gave up his time so they could go.

- Hmm.

And you're going on this drive with him, to Florida?

- Uh-huh.

- And after you drop off the kids,

Rod is driving you back?

Are you sure you wanna be alone with him for two hours?

- He's turned over a new leaf. I mean it'll...

it'll be good for us.

- Yeah.

(zipper whizzes)

You want me to get this?

- Yeah. Thanks.

- Mm-hmm.

- Looks like your business has been doing really well.

I see your ads on Facebook all the time.

- Yeah, it's been great.

- I'm proud of you.

- I'm... I'm glad you're good too, Rod.

- It's okay, you don't have to say that.

- No, really. I mean you've, you've cleaned up,

you've been nice to the kids.

I'm really happy you're thriving.

(sighs)

Thank you, again, for driving.

Um, I'd like to get the kids

through their first week of school after break,

but I uh, I could give them back the second?

- It might be better if you just keep them through January.

- Is everything okay?

- I'm not... I'm not okay.

- You know you can still tell me anything.

(shakily): I have cancer.

Pancreatic cancer.

It's...

Stage three and two,

and the doctors say it's still confined

to the pancreas...

but the tumor's grown,

and...

it's spreading to the lymph nodes.

I'm not gonna beat it.

- No. No, no, no, Rod.

It's okay. You're gonna be okay.

- I'm so sorry.

I should have been a better father.

And a better husband.

(Rodney sobs)

- It's okay.

(exhales deeply)

- Thank you. - Yep.

- I'm sorry I lost it like that.

- No, it's... it's okay.

- Hey, you should know, um,

I put my affairs in order.

I don't have a lot, but you and the kids

will collect on my insurance. - Please don't give up

like that. Look, there's chemo,

surgery, radiation. Rodney, you can beat this.

(chuckles)

- You were always so positive.

Even when we lost Kevin.

- I was a disaster.

- No, you took it head on.

I just hid from it.

- Well, we've been through a lot, so...

- Yeah.

Hey, um...

do you think maybe if...

the chemo and radiation stuff all works...

maybe you and I could work, too?

(exhales)

- Rod, I'm here for you.

Through it all.

But only as a friend.

Good night.

(unsettling music)

(door creaks open)

(birds chirping)

(engine starts)

(suspenseful music)

(crowd cheering on TV)

(party horns blowing)

(sighs)

(unsettling music)

(loud bang)

(gasps)

(fireworks banging)

(crowd cheering on TV)

(crowd): Ten, nine, eight, seven--

(TV clicks off)

(banging continues)

(menacing music )

(floorboard creaks softly)

(shutter clicks)

(floorboard creaks)

(crowd cheers loudly)

(Morgan screaming)

- No, no, no, no!

(thudding blows)

(grunting)

(sobbing)

(thudding)

(crying)

(gunshot cracks)

(Morgan screams)

(sobbing)

(tie zips)

(grunting)

(Rodney, distorted): That's good. That's good.

You belong like this.

(sobbing)

- Please, no.

(sobbing)

- Where's your husband?

- I don't know. I don't know.

- Where is your husband?

(unsettling music building)

(inaudible dialogue)

(fireworks banging)

- Please, please don't kill my husband.

Please, please, I love him more than anything.

Please, I love him more than anything.

Please don't kill him. Please.

- You love him?

- Of course. Of course I do. I love him so much. Please.

- You love him? - Yes.

Please, don't kill him. Please.

- Ah. Where's your jewelry?

- I don't have any. - Ah!

(panicked breathing)

Don't move!

(fireworks continue)

(breathing shakily)

- Please.

You don't have to do this. (sobbing)

Please.

No, no, no, please.

(sobbing) Please, no. Please. No.

(screaming)

(Rodney grunts)

(sinister music)

(Rodney, distorted): Don't move until you hear

a honk three times, or I'll kill you.

(footsteps run away)

(door slams)

(horn honks three times)

(tires screech)

(Rodney, muffled): Morgan, Morgan.

Honey, it's okay. You're safe.

I'm here. I'm right here.

- There. Is that better?

Oh...

When I find out who did this, I'm gonna kill them.

- I'm just glad you got here when you did.

- Yeah, me too. Oh...

- Can I have your phone? I wanna call my dad.

- Yeah, of course.

- We should call the police, too.

- Yeah, good idea.

(siren wails)

(doorbell chimes)

- Good evening, Rodney Metzer?

- Yes, sir, I was the one that called.

- We were told there was a break-in?

- Yes. Um, there was.

But no, everything's fine now.

We're okay. Thanks for getting here so quickly.

- Hmm, well can you tell us a little more

about what happened? - Yeah, sure of course.

It's just uh, you know,

everything's calmed down now.

We're... you know, it's late.

We're safe now.

(fireplace tools clatter)

- What was that?

- I don't know.

- I'm sorry, I was um, I was trying to stand.

I'm still just a little bit woozy.

- Geez, Rick, call medical. And a detective.

We need them right away.

And uh, can you sweep the exterior, just in case?

- Yeah.

I'm sorry, ma'am, we did not

understand how serious this was.

- Yeah, um, uh, someone broke in,

she was attacked. But we're okay now.

- Ma'am, can you tell me anything else?

- I was in the bedroom.

He was um... wearing a mask. Um...

He had a gun. I think,

I think it was my gun.

He assaulted me.

- Yeah, uh, when I got here,

she was on the deck, terrified,

and um...

I must have scared him off just in time.

I, I, I don't know where they went.

- So, you were not here during the attack?

- Oh, no, no, I don't, I don't live here. We're separated.

- I understand.

- But it's a good thing I got here when I did,

otherwise who knows what could have happened.

- Jones, there's no sign of anyone on the property.

Basement door's open, though.

- Mr. Metzer, why don't you go with Officer MacLaughlin.

Show him where you found Ms. Metzer.

- I really wanna stay. - Please, you can take him

through everything, moment by moment.

It will help us tremendously.

- Yeah, of course.

- Thank you.

Ma'am, you can talk to me.

Do you know who did this?

Is he still armed?

- I don't know.

I don't know. He might be.

- Okay, thank you. Wait right here.

- Like I said, if I hadn't got here,

who knows what might have happened.

- It was very brave, Mr. Metzer.

You have any idea who might have done this?

- Oh, actually, yeah. Um, before the divorce,

there was this guy, uh, Griff Walker.

He was obsessed with Morgan.

He would call and text her all the time.

And then it got worse. He sent some threats in the mail.

He even emailed me and told me to leave her.

- Really?

Do you still have these emails?

- Oh.

Yeah, that's it right there.

- Pfft. Sick bastard. Can I hold on to this?

- Yeah, definitely.

- I wanna give this to the detectives

when they get here.

Can you take us upstairs to the bedroom?

- Yeah, sure.

- You know, you two go on up.

I'm right behind you. I'm gonna send this right away.

(tense music builds slowly)

(door opens)

(music swells)

(door opens)

- Thought you were taking us upstairs?

- Yeah. Yeah, I, I just need to be with Morgan right now.

- Of course.

How about you and I go up?

And uh, Rick here can keep her company.

- No, she's scared. I think she needs me, okay.

(Morgan): It's okay, I can... I can go up there with you.

- You sure?

- Yeah.

I'm good.

(tense music builds)

(Rodney): I guess the guy tried to rob the place, too.

You'll have to ask Morgan about jewelry and stuff.

- Yeah, he didn't... (clears throat)

He didn't take much.

- Don't worry, ma'am, we're gonna get this guy.

I'm just glad you arrived when you did, sir.

- Yeah, me too.

Otherwise, my kids might not have a mother right now.

- Isn't that a terrible thought?

How did you even think to come here tonight?

- Uh...

Well, I was at my place and I got this strange call.

Just breathing on the other end of the line.

And I got this weird feeling and...

I just felt like I had to come check on her.

- Hmm.

- Whoa, whoa, whoa, what are you doing, man?

- Rodney Metzer, you have the right to remain silent.

- Are you serious? - Anything you say can and will

be used against you in a court of law.

- No, this is not right! - You have the right--

- Morgan! - ...if you cannot afford one,

one will be provided for you.

Do you understand the rights-- - Morgan!

(Rodney thuds on wall)

- Nod if you understand.

Nod.

- I got him.

(indistinct radio chatter)

(soft music)

(Rodney thuds on car)

- All right. All right.

(judge): How do you plead?

- Guilty.

- Excuse me?

Louder, please.

- Guilty. I'm guilty.

- All right. I will accept a plea of guilty.

You have anything you'd like to add?

- Yes.

I um...

I just want to say, I'm sorry.

I...

fell down this dark path.

But...

I love my wife.

I love her,

and I never meant to...

I never meant to hurt her.

- Ms. Metzer,

I understand you have a statement

you'd like to share with the court today?

- Yes, Your Honor.

(exhales)

Not only will this statement be to my attacker...

it will be my last words to the man I once thought

was the love of my life.

Rodney,

love does not emotionally abuse.

Love does not break into your home

in the middle of the night.

Love does not strike you countless times with a gun,

tie you up, and strangle you.

Love...

does not sexually assault you.

Love does not leave you outside

with a pillowcase over your head,

wondering if you are ever going to see your children again.

(trembling breath)

I gave you my heart and soul,

and you tried to destroy them.

And here's what I have to say in response.

Thank you.

(whimpers)

(steadying breaths)

Thank you for the gift of my children.

Even though you are a monster,

my heart aches

that our children will not have a father.

This attack wasn't just a trauma,

it was a blessing in disguise.

(sniffles)

Rodney, it is time to let you go.

And lay you down to rest.

(inhales deeply)

(serene music)

(birds chirping)

(Morgan): I can now walk with confidence

knowing that the pain you gave me

has been turned into power.

(deep exhale)

- Hey, Mom, what's for breakfast?

- Whatever you want, my little loves.

(Morgan): And that I now know what true love is.

It's how I feel about our kids

and how I feel about myself.

(relieved exhale)

(soft music)

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