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Is Max okay?

He's fine.

Everything's okay. He's upstairs on the phone. Thank God. What happened? A kid

in his class brought a gun to school and started shooting. One kid was grazed on

the arm and then security tackled the kid with the gun.

Max! That's one of the few things I don't like about this country.

You settle your problems with guns.

I mean, I remember growing up in Cuba. Not now, Vic. If we had a problem with

the boy at school, we would chase him around with a stick.

Weeks later, he would show up and race with his own stick, but would just help

him down and, um, beat him again.

Wish I had a stick right now.

You okay?

Yeah, I'm cool.

Did you see what happened?

I heard a couple of pops, and then this one kid grabbed his arm. Oh, God, you

must have been terrified.

Nah. I've seen worse when I play my video game, Carjacker 3.

Yesterday, the soccer mom got blown away because she wouldn't give up her SUV.

What?

I didn't want to do it, but I needed the points.

Honey, you don't have to hide it. It's okay to be scared.

I'm not scared.

I'm going to go do my homework.

Okay. Our son is completely desensitized. It's like the shooting

affect him.

Are you crazy? What, would you rather have him all shaking and crying?

He's dealing with things the Lopez way.

And how do you do that?

By not dealing with him.

That is ridiculous.

Hey, that's how I handled things when I was a kid, Angie. When something was too

horrible, I blocked it out.

I remember when I was three, I walked into my mom's bedroom.

Then I remember meeting you in high school. Nothing in between.

The right way to deal with this is to process your own emotions. That way, you

control them and they don't control you.

George?

Oh, I'm sorry. I blocked it out.

Our son doesn't react to a school shooting. We have got a problem on our

Well, I don't see it, but I'll stay here as long as it takes to make sure Max is

okay. What?

You're not living here?

I've been staying at Ernie's because I can't live in the same house with her.

Oh, that's right.

She was emasculating you.

How could I emasculate him?

Can't pick berries if there's nothing on the vine.

I didn't run away. I took a stand.

And as soon as I know Max is all right, I'm out of here.

Our son just witnessed a shooting.

For all we know, he might be in shock.

Can you two please put your petty differences aside and behave like

Well, I can do that for my son.

But I don't know if she can.

I can do it better than you can. You always think you can do things better

me. What about you? You can't even put your eyeliner like that.

I think we got this.

Man, Angie, it's nice to be back in my own bed.

You know, that school shooting today made me think about how precious life is

and how we only have each other. No sex.

That's what you think I'm talking about. You think I'm that shallow. I'm

disappointed in you.

I'm sorry.

It's okay.

If you really want to make it up to me, you smell so good. No.

I'm worried about Max.

He's not going to hear anything. That gunshot's still ringing in his head.

I talked to some of the other parents. The school is bringing in a trauma

counselor. Angie, Max doesn't need a trauma counselor.

I never went to counseling, and I saw my mom stab a repo man.

He's fine. He's sleeping. I just have to see.

After that, will you come back to bed and relax?

Yes.

We are taking him to counseling tomorrow.

Okay.

He needs us right now. Come on.

Okay.

Are you naked under there?

No.

Why are your pajamas on the floor? Why are kids shooting kids? Nothing makes

sense anymore.

All right,

there are sheets with pee on them in the washing machine.

Why can't Grandma do her own laundry?

Shoot, I forgot to start the machine last night.

Carmen, those aren't grandma's sheep.

I'm going to tell you something, but I don't want you to make fun of your

brother.

He wet the bed.

You do not say a word to him about this. I'm not going to say anything.

But someone's getting diapers for Christmas.

You know, I went through the same thing with George.

Hey, George, remember when you used to wet the bed?

It was only hot water we had.

I brought you home from the hospital. You started crying, and you haven't

stopped.

You'd be crying, too, if you were snuck out in your mom's purse because she

didn't want to pay the bill.

I was afraid they would charge me more because your head was the size of two

babies.

Stop it.

That's enough.

Well, I still say I'm bad at math because your lipstick poked me in my top

I couldn't get back to sleep.

Well, the shooting affected you in ways you don't understand.

I think if you talk to the counselor at school, you'll feel better.

Oh, man, I don't want to go see the counselor.

I don't want to have to tell him I wet the bed.

You don't have to, honey. I already told him on the phone he's anxious to meet

you.

I don't want to go, Dad.

Max, this might be good for you.

Will you go with me? We can all go.

No, just that.

Are you sure?

Because your mom really wants to take one of us to therapy.

I mean, this is like her Olympics.

I'd rather just go with you.

That's fine. That's okay.

If long as you get help, it doesn't matter who you go with.

But can you tell me why? Why, Dad? I need to know why.

That's kind of why, Mom.

I'll take you, Max. I can't get your stuff.

What can I say? He wants to go with me.

I understand.

You do lots of stuff with him. I know, I know.

You okay?

You know how long I've waited to take someone in this family to therapy?

You know, maybe you could go to therapy by yourself.

Maybe talk to someone about your know -it -all syndrome.

There is no such thing as know -it -all syndrome.

I guess you would know.

Thank God the school brought in all these counselors.

My kid's freaked out. Probably worse than anyone.

He can't even watch the news anymore.

Well, my Linda won't eat, and she made me walk her to school today.

That's nothing.

My son's having nightmares.

He wet the bed, and he's so dyslexic that when the shooting started, he'd

run toward the exit because he thought I said taxi.

Mr. Lopez, can I go out with you?

I guess it's worse than I thought.

So, I've been talking with Max, and he seems to be coping well with the

shooting. Man, one session and he's fixed.

If I throw in 50 bucks, can you find out why he won't let his green beans touch

his mashed potatoes?

There's just something going on there.

You know, Max went to his bed because he had a nightmare that he was chased by a

killer. through the house and he couldn't find you why don't you just fly

it's a dream max you can do whatever you want to work within your own mind

last night i had a dream i was in the desert i turned a cactus into

selma hayek hurt like hell but totally worth it i'll tell you about it what

i'm trying to say is that max's problem

It's not with the school shooting. His problem is with you.

Me? What did I do?

He's defensive.

Did I call it or what, huh?

What are you talking about?

Isn't there something you want to tell your dad?

I don't like it when you stay at Ernie's. I want you to come home.

Max, I am home.

Are you going to leave again?

No. Okay, look, I'm never, ever going to leave again.

But Grandma's still living there, and you guys are always fighting.

Max, can you do me a favor and wait outside for a minute? I want to talk to

father.

Thanks. I'll be right out, Rat.

So what Max has seemed to say is that you've had some issues with your mother?

That's where you guys always go, isn't it?

Well, it's a natural starting point.

I mean, you know, my own mother was...

controlling and heartless, but we finally had a breakthrough.

She died.

Look, Doctor, even if I did want to talk about it, and my mom was driving me

crazy, I'm Chicano. We don't believe in therapy.

You were treated poorly as a child, weren't you? Yeah, so what?

Look, I know what you're doing, Doctor, and it's not going to work, okay? You

can dig and dig and dig, but you're not going to find anything.

So my father abandoned me, so what?

Maybe he would have stayed if I had been a good boy.

My mom says I was always crying.

What is she... Oh, my God, it's my fault I'm unlovable.

Are you getting this down? I don't see writing.

Then my mom said that...

that my chicken pox was God punishing me for not making it to the potty.

It's Lopez.

School's over.

I have to go.

But I'm just getting started. Want to hear what happened to my first dog,

Oh, God, no, no, no.

I'm borderline depressive as it is.

I just want to take my medication, put on an eye mask, and lie down.

I can wait.

Mr.

Lopez, I wish hard to deal with a school shooting, okay?

Not the demon parade you have running around in there, you know what I mean?

Look, if you want to see me again, you can meet me in my office.

Would I have to pay for that?

Yes, it's private practice, $150 an hour.

Okay, well, I don't need any more therapy.

Well, why don't we just stay friends and we can have lunch in your office once a

week? I'll bring chicken.

I don't think so.

We could email each other.

No.

I am buddies.

Hello?

What happened in counseling?

Turns out the shooting isn't what bothered Max.

His nightmare has to do with me being out of the house, but that's over now.

Dad spent like three hours... with the therapist by himself.

You're kidding.

You don't believe in therapy.

I know.

But somehow Philip got me to open up.

That's my therapist, Angie Philip. He listens.

So, you opened up? You actually talked about real emotional issues?

Angie, I spill my guts.

I said things I thought I would never say sober.

I know, but it's different with Philip. You know, I feel safe.

Okay. Well, what did you say?

Sorry, it's confidential.

What did you say?

See right there?

When you yell at me, it causes me to shut down.

We talked a lot about your control issues.

I don't know, George. I don't think the therapist knows what he's doing.

He said you'd say that.

Okay.

If you're going to move back into the house, then what are you going to do

your mom?

I'm going to talk to her.

We're going to deal with this because this is the stuff that's affecting my

and my marriage.

Philip is right.

Keep going, Philip.

I have been saying that for 19 years.

Well, did you say it or did you yell it? Because Philip says there's a

difference.

Mom, I feel like a drinker.

I'm throwing a good bottle of tequila.

You know what?

I do feel like having a drink.

This will be a good time.

Whoa, whoa, whoa.

Where are you going? I thought we could drink it together.

Goodbye, good time.

Have a seat.

Hey, wait a minute.

What's with the tissues?

Look. I'm not leaving the house again, and you're afraid to live alone.

So if we're going to be stuck together, we've got some things we need to deal

with. And the only way to do that is to finally be honest with each other.

George, people say they want honesty, but they really don't. Well, I do.

Okay, well, let's start.

I lied to you about your age so you could start kindergarten a year later.

What? I'm a year older than I thought I was?

Happy birthday.

George is my real name.

If that's what you need to believe, Fernando.

Ma, you gotta do this. No, I don't. Don't do it for me. Do it for Max.

He's having trouble because I'm not living here, okay?

Do it for him.

Come on, Popeye. I got your spinach right here.

Can I at least turn it into a drinking game?

Every time you annoy me, I get to take a shot.

This isn't a game, Mom. I'm serious.

Here we go.

You don't even have to say anything. Just listen.

I've been thinking.

Sometimes I blame you for my failures, and I'm sorry, okay? I know I need to

change my ways.

Like when you say mean things to me, instead of slamming you back, I'll

just tell you how much it hurts me.

I just wish we could get to a place where I could tell you that you're my

and I love you no matter what.

Okay, your turn.

Wow.

I had no idea you were going to be so vulnerable.

How does that make you feel?

Like... I would rather live alone than turn into a giant weenie like you.

How did it go?

Some good.

Some bad.

She's moving out? Oh, yeah, and you're married to an older guy named Fernando.

Ben, you have to leave right this minute. Why don't you stay for dinner?

No, I already called Gina. She's picking me up.

You're not leaving because of me, are you?

What?

No, hey, don't flatter yourself.

I can't stand any of you anymore.

You're all getting on my nerves.

You know what?

I can't take another night of your cooking.

If there's any justice in the world, a chicken will come back from the dead and

make you flavorless.

put on their makeup faster.

And you, mijo, you're 14.

Your pits are up and running.

Say the big word with Grandma.

Deodorant.

And you, God gave you those big ears for a reason.

He doesn't want you to reproduce.

That's what you did in there.

You haven't heard my goodbye to you.

Okay, I'm ready. Hit me with your best shot.

Thanks for letting me stay here till I got back on my feet.

Did you hear that?

No. What did she say?

Angie, she said thank you.

She actually showed me gratitude.

Honey, this is so great.

I know. I can't wait to go call Philip and tell him.

So I think the real problem is that my husband has intimacy issues because his

mother couldn't face her own emotions.

What does that sound like to you, Doctor?

I think George is fine, but I think that you're suffering from...

What we call know -it -all syndrome.

What?

That's not a real disease.

Hey, one of the signs is assuming that you know more than doctors.

I'm going to go check on the kids.

Yeah, I didn't want to do it. It was wrong and it was unethical.

But you just kept talking and talking and talking.