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[upbeat percussive music]

* *

- [gasps]

- Damn, I've always wanted to do that.

- What the hell, Marvin? - Sorry, baby.

Houseguests are like fish. They go bad after three days.

I don't normally say this,

but you gotta get your shit together.

- [groans]

- Or don't.

Just get the hell off my couch.

* *

And wash ya ass.

* *

- [exhales heavily]

* *

[birds chirping]

Bitch, I can't believe you fucked Noah.

My Noah.

You know, I'm tempted to piss on your grave,

but I know you'd like that.

* *

But you do hate it when people steal your drugs.

* *

I'll take this as your apology for fucking my man.

* *

[upbeat percussive music]

* *

[birds singing]

[dog barking]

- Morning. Couldn't sleep again?

- When did Sarah Michelle Gellar

rebrand as a chef?

- [groans] I try not to think about it.

I'm gonna go check the mail for your acceptance letter.

- Don't. - But it might have come today.

- I know, but I'm nervous.

Let's just have our day, all right?

- You are meant to be up in the sky, serving ginger ale.

- Right, well it does taste

better up there, for the record.

- Yeah. You know what tastes better up there?

Mwah!

Let's go.

* *

Boom. No cuts, bitch.

- Wow. I'm a real boy.

- [chuckles]

All right, turn around. Hole next.

- Really? - No, you sick fuck.

Plus, we're gonna need

a bigger one of these if we're doing that.

- * Eyes adjust me on limes *

* *

* L--l--limes *

* *

[door opens]

- Oh. Is this for sex later?

The recipe does not call for zucchini.

- They're for Eric and Taylor.

I'm making them zucchini noodles,

because they don't fuck with carbs.

- Hey, do you think

the whole meeting each other's friends thing

is a little masochistic?

I'm just saying, we might get back problems

from carrying the conversation.

- I just--I want to be like a normal couple

that hangs out with each other's friends

while eating a pasta dish

from the mind of Sarah Michelle Gellar.

Which, speaking of...

[crickets chirping]

- Are you kidding? What can't she do?

- [laughs]

[knock at door]

- Hello?

- I'll get it.

- Let me in.

Peekaboo! [both chuckle]

You took forever! Shut the heck up.

You live here?

Okay, Mr. Adulting.

[laughs] Hi.

- Hi. - I miss this.

- Hi. - Oh, my God.

- Me and Court were just saying,

is this the first time you've seen us out of uniform?

- It is.

You've literally only seen me dressed as a hot dog.

[laughter]

- Speaking of, I got you a corndog,

'cause I know it's your fave.

- Oh! - Okay, but seriously,

we miss you at the mall.

- Oh, did you hear Sandra got fired from the Sweet Factory?

- [gasps]

- She threw a Jawbreaker at a customer.

Full concussion.

- [mimics explosion] - [mimics shriek]

- Hi, hi. Nice to meet you.

- Okay, shut the hell up. You're dating him?

You're such a babe. We're hooking up.

I'm sucking you off later. [laughs]

No, I'm not. I'm not. Sorry.

- Well, don't act so shocked.

- Oh. - I'm not shocked.

I'm just--okay!

That's what we're doing. Cute.

- Nobody can open any roads! The helicopter's flying in!

both: Taking two people at a time!

Save our souls!

[laughter] - Mwah, mwah!

- Come here.

Noah, your place looks so sick.

- Oh, Eric, Taylor, this is Courtney.

- Hello.

- And George. And Julian.

- Hi, dolls, I am-- - Hi.

Where is this super-secret hot boyfriend

you've been hiding?

- Oh, this is--it's Julian. He's my boyfriend.

both: Whoa! - Boyfriends.

- That's amazing. - Oh, my God.

- It's his house, too.

- These are delicious zoodles, Noah.

[chuckling]

- Thank you. I know Sunday's your cheat day.

- Mm-hmm.

- How do you cheat? Like, on a test?

- No, like, with food.

Literally, we turn into garbage cans.

We eat pizza, we eat donuts. - Donuts.

I tell my clients the secret is

no food after 7:00 p.m. or before noon.

- Mm-hmm. - Huh. Sounds fun.

- Yeah, it is.

- [gasps] Noah.

Serious question: can I have my birthday party here?

- Oh, please, please, please.

- Oh, I'm--yeah, I'm done with hosting.

- What? - No.

- Oh, my God, come on, you gotta rent this place out.

- Seriously. - No, no, no.

We're taking a break from all that.

- Oh. - Oh.

- Okay. Forget I said it. It's fine.

[indistinct chatter]

- So where did the two of you meet?

- [chuckles] Oh.

Well, we actually met through my old--

- Hairdresser. Mm-hmm.

- You go to Amber. - No.

- So, is it no or yes or--

- No, I mean, I do go-- I do go to Amber,

I just, I haven't gone to her in a long time.

- Your hair's, like, really short.

- Who wants seconds?

- I-I'm full.

- Excuse me.

[quirky awkward music]

Babe, are you okay?

- Yeah, I just wasn't expecting

the Spanish Inquisition tonight.

- Julian, you have nothing to be nervous about.

- * Mommy, mother *

* Mommy, mother, where are you? *

- Jesus fucking Christ.

* I don't know I don't know *

* Where that slut is She's dead *

* She got hit in the head * - Okay.

Okay, settle down. We've got neighbors.

- That's wonderful. - Word.

- There's my song. - Okay.

- I was just telling the boys

about my Disney cruise audition.

- It was a slam dunk.

- It was between me and an ugly girl, and she got it.

- Amazing.

I can see you doing Elsa in the middle of the Gulf.

- Right? - Me too.

- Guys. - Yeah.

But hasn't the Gulf suffered enough?

[laughs]

I'm obviously kidding. Yeah, I'm kidding.

- So, what do you do, Julian? - Um, I'm a tutor.

both: Oh!

- Yeah, when he's not busy being Mayor of the Mall.

- Malls have mayors? What?

- So, is that, like, an elected position?

- I just mean that he comes to the mall a lot.

- Well, before he became too cool for us.

[both chuckle]

He's a cool guy. He's a cool guy.

- Babe, tell them about your airline thing.

- You're a pilot, too?

- No. No, no, no, I'm not a pilot.

- He wants to be a flight attendant.

He talks about it all the time.

- Yeah.

- Well, that, and "Buffy" season six.

- [hisses]

- Okay, no, no, that's--honestly,

that's more of, like, a joke.

- Oh.

- Being a flight attendant is no joke.

My sister works for WestJet.

She threw out her back pushing one of those damn meal carts.

- [indistinct] - What?

They're like 250 pounds.

- I know, baby, I know. - They're a lot.

- Big bummer.

- Babe, can you help me with the flan in the kitchen?

- Yeah, one second.

- Do you need a helping hand? - I'm fine.

Hey, do you want seconds? - No, thank you.

all: Oh! - Whoa.

- He said no. - I'm so sorry.

- Oh, my God. [loud thump]

[all scream]

- Sorry.

[groans] Sorry.

[insects chirping]

- Someone threw a slushie at our house.

- Oh.

- Dessert, anyone?

- [clears throat] - [clicks tongue]

- [chuckles] Bye. Text me when you get home.

Okay.

I didn't know I invited Liz Taylor to the dinner party.

- I'm sorry.

I don't actually know what happened.

- I've never seen you that way.

- I mean, did you see how surprised

Eric and Taylor were that we were dating?

Everyone was, which feels great.

- Julian, do you know what attracted me to you?

- My fat ass? - [chuckles]

It was your passion for the things that make you you.

You didn't give a shit about what other people thought.

I've never met anyone like that.

- Yeah, well, maybe I give more of a shit than you think.

- Babe, you are in no one's fucking shadow.

[soft dramatic music]

You hear me?

- Yeah.

* *

- And I love that fat ass. Let's go.

- Okay.

* *

- I caved.

- Oh, my God, that's such a big envelope!

Size does matter in this instance.

- Okay, how about you open it?

[soft upbeat music]

* *

- So, does this mean I get to fly for free?

- Shut up.

* *

Holy shit. [chuckles]

I'm gonna be a flight attendant.

- Congratulations, baby.

* *

- What's wrong?

I'll only be gone for like eight weeks, max.

It won't be that long.

* *

The real issue, though, is when I get hired,

because I'll be kind of jet-setting around the world,

or more likely just dead-heading to Cleveland,

passing out pretzels on some regional puddle jumper.

* *

What am I doing? I can't do this.

- Oh, my God, you're so fucking annoying.

If only you could just see how fucking capable

and cool and adorable and lovable you are.

* *

- I'm lovable? Tell me more.

- [chuckles]

Shut up.

You know I love you.

* *

- I love you, too.

* *

[chuckles]

[water dripping]

- Okay. Okay. This is literally

all I could find in your room, so I hope it works.

- Bring it to me. - All right.

- So do you thing you can do

pot patrol for a little bit tonight?

- Uh, yeah, sure. Are you working?

- No.

- What are you doing?

- Nothing. I'm--I'm--just nothing.

- Okay. Cool. Changing the subject.

I hate to ask, but what are we gonna do about this?

It stopped raining this morning, so.

- Just give it to me. - Here you go.

- We aren't gonna do anything about this.

I'm gonna get an estimate from a contractor tomorrow.

- Okay.

- Don't boundaries go both ways?

I get to be the parent and pay the bills,

and have a private life, and you can have yours.

- Yeah, okay. Sure. Sorry.

- Mingus, I don't know how to do this.

- [chuckles] No, it's fine.

I mean, you have fun at your whatever.

And I'll come back here later tonight

and watch over these pots like they are my very own children.

And by that, I do mean lie about not having a date,

when I obviously do.

- Thanks. - Mm-hmm.

Bye.

[soft upbeat music]

- But is this too, like, cute?

Oh, fuck off.

- [laughs]

Rude.

* *

Oh, and then there was the guy I met on Grindr.

The sex was very tell-me-you're-a-Scorpio-

without-telling-me- you're-a-Scorpio,

do you know what I mean?

Like, psycho, but hot.

- Are you nervous?

'Cause you've been talking for like 20 minutes straight.

- What, about STIs? Babe, it's not the '90s.

Fuck.

- Have you had sex

under the influence of cocaine, meth, or heroin?

[soft suspenseful music]

- No.

- Have you had unprotected oral sex?

* *

- Duh?

I'm sorry, no one's gonna suck on a condom.

[chuckles]

- Have you had unprotected anal sex?

* *

- Yeah. - Okay.

Would you like to receive information about PrEP today?

* *

We're gonna draw your blood and do a rapid test.

Results will come back in about 20 minutes.

[uneasy music]

* *

- You good? - Yeah.

God must be gay,

because She really looked out for your girl Mingus today.

- Ooh. Okay, congrats. You want to go grab dinner?

- Can't.

Scorpio texted, so I gotta go get railed.

Bye.

- * Are you someone I once knew *

* Do you run the way I would *

* But do you fight *

* The way I wish I could *

* Or are you a stranger *

* *

* Hello stranger *

* You're where I stood *

* *

* Hello stranger *

* You're where I stood *

* *

[door creaks open]

[loud clatter]

- Hello? Somebody there?

["Rock 'n' Roll Suicide" by David Bowie playing]

* *

- * Time takes a cigarette *

* Puts it in your mouth *

* You pull on your finger *

* Then another finger *

* Then cigarette *

* The wall-to-wall is calling *

* It lingers, then you forget *

* Oh ho, ho, ho *

* You're a rock 'n' roll suicide *

* *

* You're too old to lose it *

* *

* Too young to choose it *

* *

* And the clock waits so patiently *

* On your song *

* You walk past a café *

* But you don't eat when you've lived too long *

* Oh, no, no, no *

* You're a rock 'n' roll suicide *

* *

* Chevy brakes are snarling *

* As you stumble across the road *

* But the day breaks instead *

* So you hurry home *

* *

* Don't let the sun blast your shadow *

* Don't let the milk float ride your mind *

* They're so natural, religiously unkind *

* Oh, no, love, you're not alone *

* You're watching yourself but you're too unfair *

* You got your head all tangled up *

* But if I could only make you care *

* Oh, no, love, you're not alone *

* No matter what or who you've been *

* No matter when or where you've seen *

* All the knives seem to lacerate your brain *

* I've had my share *

* I'll help you with the pain *

- You're not alone!

[sobs]

- Whoo! [applauds]

[music playing on small stereo]

I'm not stalking you. I swear.

I'm buying Babylon.

You obviously need to sage the bitch,

but think it's time to breathe some new life back into it.

Don't you think?

That was good, what you was doing up there.

Felt like I was watching an exorcism or something.

[groans] What?

You think I'm still mad

about you running away from my drag school?

You need to get over yourself, bitch.

- [sobbing]

No, it's, um--

it's not about that.

[breathing unsteadily]

I have HIV.

I fucking have HIV.

- Baby, it's gonna be okay.

You know I have HIV too, right?

- Am I gonna die?

I mean, like, I know I'm not.

And, like, I feel guilty for even being upset about this,

'cause I know that it's, like, not a death sentence anymore.

But I mean, like, you still don't want this, right?

Like, I mean, if you can avoid it, you should?

I just--I really--I don't know. I don't know how to feel.

Can you just tell me how to feel about this, Bussey?

- You will live a long

and possibly annoying...

- [chuckles]

- But healthy life.

I am.

- [chuckles softly]

Are guys still gonna want to fuck me?

I mean, I hate that these are the first questions I have.

I'm sorry.

- Yes, you will be fucking.

Skinny white boys will always be out here fucking.

- [laughs]

- But you'll fall in love, too.

I did.

- I'm sorry.

Did he pass away?

- No, bitch.

He at home trying to fix our goddamn internet.

It's Bobby. The puppet guy?

- Oh. - You met him at drag school.

[chuckles]

Been together for 20 years now.

I want you to perform at the teardown party for Babylon.

- [scoffs] Stop. - No, I'm serious.

Your first performance got interrupted by...

this.

You need a redo.

And if it's anything like you were doing tonight?

Damn.

I can't believe it took your ass getting diagnosed

with HIV to finally fucking learn how to perform.

- Oh God, that is so fucking dark.

- [chuckles]

It is darker when you don't know how to laugh about it.

Trust.

- [sighs] All right, I'm in.

- Yes! - [chuckles]

- Oh, my mom's gonna be stoked.

- Mm.

Fuck. My mom.

[soft dramatic music]

How the fuck am I gonna tell her?

- Mine's freaked.

* *

Threw me out as soon as she found out,

'cause she was afraid she'd catch it.

* *

- [scoffs] - Total monster.

* *

- My mom's not the monster.

* *

I am.

[melancholy music]

* *

[slow jazz music]

* *

- Where is our bartender?

[indistinct chatter]

- Y'all drunk white women

really know how to take up space.

- Ugh. I know.

Honey, I'm so glad that you reached out tonight.

We need to find a way

to get Ruthie and Brodie back together.

- Ruthie has really been going through it since their fight.

And she wasn't okay before the fight either, I mean.

- Oh, Jesus.

Just get some balls and say what you're gonna say.

Oh, shit.

Is referring to your balls offensive?

- All right, here's the deal.

I'm tired of worrying about Ruthie.

How is she doing? Is she okay?

Does she like being a mom yet?

I mean, no one checks in with me,

and I'm the one holding this shit down.

These past few months have been hell.

[sighs]

Why am I attracted to these needy white women?

Oh, fuck. Why'd I just tell you that?

* *

- Because we're friends. - No.

Didn't you have lunch with Ann Coulter once?

- As a joke.

We're friends, Shar.

And you know why? Because I get you.

I know what it feels like to raise kids on your own.

- Excuse, you had, like, five nannies.

And you have no clue what it's like

to raise kids in this body.

Like, you don't get me, Brenda.

When I was younger, I used to put weights on my chest,

'cause I for real thought they would go down,

and now I'm using them to fucking feed babies?

It's a constant, feeling like a stranger in this body.

So I'm in a stranger's life,

and I have this girlfriend who lies to me, and ever since...

[sighs]

I constantly have this pit in my stomach,

because she could walk out the door and never come back.

I don't want to raise these kids alone.

You get that, Brenda?

- No.

* *

I mean, I know what it feels like

not to get emotional support.

* *

- I bet no one checks in with you either.

- Oh, I'm fine, honey. - Bullshit.

- No, I'm always fine.

Even though my children want nothing to do with me.

* *

They think I'm radioactive or something.

- Well, I can say, as your friend, with authority,

that's not true.

I'm here, aren't I?

* *

- Bottoms up.

Can I say "bottom"? - [scoffs]

- I have so much to learn.

[chuckles] - You really do.

[chuckles]

- [cooing]

- All right, Flo. It's time for bed.

[music box playing]

So Mommy can have a drink...

and watch "The L Word: Generation Q,"

which is actually better than I thought.

* *

[sighs]

I dare you to do something interesting before I leave.

* *

[sighs]

Maybe next time. Goodnight.

* *

- We're gonna take a quick break after this song,

but we've got a few more slots

for the open mic if you're feeling brave.

[scattered cheers]

- Anyway, what were we talking about?

- Um, I come from swamp trash.

- Right. [sighs]

I love you so much more now that I know you grew up poor.

- I hated it.

Luckily, I met Winston,

and I married him six months later at 19.

- No offense, but was that strictly a money thing?

- Oh, no.

I had the self-esteem of a reduced fat cottage cheese.

I thought marrying him, that would fix that.

It was gonna give me all this freedom.

- Don't do the poor, little rich girl thing, Brenda.

You better than that.

- Oh, I know I'm problematic and privileged.

But this isn't Twitter, all right?

This is me. A person in a bar.

And I am just telling you how it was, okay?

- Fine. - Yeah.

- Go on, Southern Nancy Meyers.

- Oh, I wish--

I wish I had all these secret hopes and dreams,

but the truth is-- [sighs]

The truth is that I met Winston too young

to have any, and then he became my world.

I'd divorce him. I would.

But for what?

It's not like I have anything waiting for me

on the other side to make it all worth it.

- You have Flo and Jet.

- Until their brains further develop,

and they decide they don't want to have anything

to do with me, either.

- Eh.

- My life is over, Shar.

And the cruel joke is

is that I have to just keep living it anyway.

- Your life is not over.

You're a sparkly person, Brenda.

I mean, obviously hot.

- You think I'm hot, huh?

- I have two working eyes, so yeah, I do.

You got this, baby.

Divorce his ass. Take a risk.

[sultry music]

* *

- Excuse me.

* *

[applause]

[exhales heavily]

You hear that?

You're one hot bitch.

- Ladies and gentlemen, we have a first-timer here tonight.

Please welcome to the stage,

singing "Maybe This Time" from "Cabaret."

- Jesus Christ, I can't wait for someone to fuck this up.

- Miss Brenda!

[cheers and applause]

- [sighs] Hey. [scattered cheers]

[clears throat]

[cheers and applause]

[piano playing slowly]

* *

* Maybe this time *

* I'll be lucky *

* *

* Maybe this time, they'll stay *

[baby squealing]

* Maybe this time *

- Fuck.

- * For the first time *

- Oh, it's okay. Oh, it's okay.

- * Love won't hurry away * - I'm here.

It's okay. Shh. - [cooing]

Mama.

- Did you just--?

- * I'll be home at last *

- [chuckles weakly]

* *

- * Not a loser anymore *

* Like the last time *

* And the time before *

* *

[piano playing jauntily]

* 'Cause everybody *

* Loves a winner * [cheering]

* So nobody loved me *

[cheers and applause]

* Lady Peaceful, Lady Happy *

* That's what I long to be *

* *

* Well, all the odds are *

* They're in my favor *

* Something's bound to begin *

* It's gotta happen *

* Happen sometime *

* Maybe this time *

* Maybe this time *

* I win *

* *

[gasps]

[moaning]

* *

[energetic musical crescendo]

- I'll take this as your apology

for fucking my man.

[upbeat music]

* *

[toilet flushing]

[clucking and meowing]

[water running]

[spacey musical crescendo]

* *

[quirky percussive music]

* *

- Hey.

You've been in there for like 30 minutes.

Either buy something or get out.

- I'll take a--

- What? Hawaiian Punch slushie?

- Exactly. A Hawaiian Slunch punchie.

* *

- You ever think about how I might still be alive

if you never came home?

Food for thought.

* *

* *

[slurping]

* *

[gasps]

[dog whines] [Brodie gasps]

* *

[chuckles] Ooh, look at you.

You got some tricks.

You have a secret?

[chuckling] Ooh.

- Okay, boo. Let's leave the nice man alone.

- Have a great day.

* *

[slurping]

[dog barking distantly]

[indistinct chatter]

[glasses clinking]

[excited indistinct chatter]

- [moaning]

[eerie music]

* *

[distorted chatter and laughter]

* *

[frantic percussive music]

* *

[distant sirens wailing]

[low growl]

[slithering]

[trash can clatters]

[low growling]

Hello? [word echoes]

[low growling]

[bins clattering]

* *

[evil laughter]

* *

[footsteps echo]

[cheers and applause]

- [distorted] * No matter what or who you've been *

* No matter when or where you've seen *

* All the knives seem to lacerate your brain *

* I've had my share *

* I'll help you with the pain *

* You're not alone *

[dissonant shrieking]

- [screams]

[eerie music]

* *

[groans]

[sparse eerie music]

* *

What the fuck? [knock at door]

* *

- Are you done?

- Ruthie.

What's going on?

- I want your cum. - What?

* *

Oh, right.

[sloshing]

- Thanks, Brodie. Seriously.

- Are we gonna be friends after this?

- Is that what you really want?

* *

[electricity sizzles]

* *

- Ruthie, come back!

Fuck!

[dissonant sizzling]

[groans]

* *

[groans softly]

[groaning] Fuck.

* *

[grunts]

- [laughs] Yes, bitch!

Ugh!

It's like watching a pimple popping video.

So gross. Ew.

Okay, I sort of love it. Keep going.

- [moaning]

- Go on.

* *

- [screams]

[ominous music]

[panting]

* *

[minimalistic choral music]

* *

[key clinking softly]

[key clanks]

* *

What the fuck?

[piano playing]

[piano playing badly] Stop!

[discordant playing]

[playing "Maybe This Time"]

Huh?

* *

- Does he have sausages stuck to his fingers?

[hand whips loudly] No, seriously.

Someone explain this to me.

- Oh, give it a rest. He's still learning.

- $200 a lesson.

I could have invested in cryptocurrency.

- I like it. It sounds original.

- You're right, Julian.

- You're a genius, son.

* *

- [chuckles]

[distorted] In front of Brodie. Shameless.

* *

- That's my boy. [chuckles]

[camera flash whining]

* *

This one's going on the fridge.

- Do you want to take one of me, too?

- Oh honey, I would, but there isn't enough room.

It's a very small fridge.

* *

[magnet thumps loudly]

* *

[baby cooing]

Are you a little ticklish?

Yes, you are.

I know you are. I know you are.

- Okay, can y'all be like 10% less psycho right now?

I'm on shrooms.

- Well, if you didn't want the truth,

maybe you shouldn't have come back.

That's a dead body. That's a dead body.

- Did I...do this?

I want to stop now!

- We're gonna get so shroomy boomy woomy.

We're gonna get so shroomy woomy.

- Please! - Okay, calm down.

- Stop doing this to me!

[ominous music]

- [chuckles]

You can't kill me if you already killed me.

Catch-22, or double jeopardy.

Which one has Ashley Judd?

- Shut up. Shut up!

I didn't fucking kill you!

A crazy asshole killed you! It wasn't my fault!

- Oh, you don't believe that. - Yes, I do!

[words echoing]

[emotional music]

* *

[knife clangs]

* *

- I'm sorry you're so fucked up.

* *

[weeping]

* *

[laughs]

[exhales deeply] [upbeat music playing on PA]

[chuckles softly]

* *

- Uh, is he all right? - [laughs]

- He's fine.

* *

- [chuckles]

[door opens and closes]

- Hi. - Hi.

- I'm gone for just a little bit

and you become a drug dealer?

- [chuckles]

Um, no, this is-- I'm sending in my deposit.

For flight attendant school. I got in.

- Julian, what? Congratulations.

- Thanks.

- Do flight attendants gotta do dishes?

- I don't know.

I'm kind of hopeless in that department.

- Let me help.

So I did shrooms today.

- Okay.

- And there's something I want to talk to you about,

but it's kind of hard.

Just know that I'm coming from a place of love,

and wanting to communicate.

- Are you sure you're not still on shrooms?

- Honestly, no.

But I was thinking about when we were kids, you know,

and how Brenda would always give you special attention.

- [scoffs softly] No, she didn't.

I mean, maybe there was, like, a little extra,

'cause of my CP, but, you know,

I had all those surgeries, and the PT.

- Right. That makes sense.

But you have to admit that there was a baseline difference

in the way they would treat me versus how they treated you.

- I don't know.

I guess I don't really remember.

[sighs] I can't do this right now.

- [sighs]

[softly] Fuck.

Look, I'm just trying to tell you

how I felt as a kid being your brother.

- Which was? - You were the star.

- No, Brodie. That was you.

- Julian, everyone handled you with kid gloves.

And even though I was younger,

I had to help you with everything.

- Do you think I like

having people hover over me all the time?

- I think part of you does.

Because it lets you be the center of attention.

- That is not true.

You know what?

Even if it was, could you blame me?

The second I walk out that door, I'm fucking invisible.

Meanwhile, you walk around with a spotlight on you

at all times, that just says,

"Ooh, please come have sex with me."

- Okay.

- Okay, just-- I need to go to bed.

- Julian, I had to become Mr. Charming

because I thought it was the only way someone would love me.

Like, I'm sorry, but being the only adopted one

and being Black in a white family, it's fucked.

- You're right.

I don't know what that feels like, and I'm sorry.

- Thank you.

- But how do you think I feel, as a disabled person,

and when Mom and Dad adopted a kid right after me?

It's like, was I not good enough?

Why did we need someone else?

Brodie, I cannot cosign this epiphany you had while high,

that I'm just, like, the root of all your trauma.

- That is not what I'm saying.

You're being so defensive right now.

- I am not being defensive. You're being a dick!

- I'm being a dick?

You know what? I wasn't even gonna say it,

but it wasn't enough

that you sucked all the love from our family,

but you had to go and do it with Noah too, huh?

- What bothers you more, Brodie?

That Noah fell for someone else,

or that he fell for someone like me?

We were fucking in front of your face the entire time,

and you didn't even notice

because you couldn't even imagine Noah being into me.

I mean, no one can, apparently.

- I didn't notice because I never thought my own brother

would fuck me over like this.

- That is bullshit.

You don't see me at all, do you?

You literally hired someone

to have sex with me without my consent.

It's like, how do you think

that was supposed to make me feel?

- I was trying to help you. [scoffs]

Look, everyone's always trying to help you, Julian.

By the way, have you got Noah to shave for you yet,

or you still having Brenda do that for you?

- Please leave.

- [laughs] Wow.

First you steal my boyfriend, then you steal my clothes?

What's next?

You want my passport, Mr. Ripley?

- Oh, fuck off.

- Everyone just feels sorry for you.

That's why they still treat you like a little kid.

When we were younger,

I couldn't even play fight with you

because you were too fragile.

- Well, I think I can handle myself now.

I mean, I did fuck your boyfriend,

who's in love with me.

What's wrong, Brodie? Do you want to fight me?

[soft dramatic music]

Now, I know why you ignored me so much growing up,

The mystery is finally solved.

You were just so mad that you couldn't beat me up!

* *

Come on, Brodie! Nothing's holding you back now!

* *

- Hey!

What the fuck? Brodie, what did you do?

- What did I do? He started it!

- What are you, five?

I think you need to leave. Now!

[soft tense music]

- No, I got it. I got it.

* *

[door opens]

[indistinct chatter on TV]

[gentle dramatic music]

[water dripping]

* *

[water dripping]

* *

- [sniffling]

[weeping]

- Babe, are you okay?

What happened? What?

The babies all right?

- Yeah, they're fine.

Oh fuck, this is so annoying. I can't stop fucking crying.

- Ruthie, just tell me what's going on.

- What's going on is that I am a shitty parent.

- Come on, babe. You're fine.

You learning.

- You know, I really thought something was wrong with me.

Like, postpartum, except I didn't even carry them.

But then tonight, Flo said their first word.

- [chuckling] What?

Really?

[chuckles] W--w--what was it?

- "Mama." - Oh.

Flo called me Mama, and it was like, fuck.

* *

[sniffles]

I thought I never wanted to be a parent.

* *

But now I think I just never wanted to be a dad.

* *

Fuck, I'm really making up for lost time tonight.

[laughs]

- [chuckles]

* *

- Shar, I promise you, from here on out...

* *

That I am going to show up for our family.

* *

Okay?

I am going to be the best goddamn mom to our kids.

* *

[phone buzzing]

* *

[discordant dramatic music]

* *

[thunder rumbles]

- Thank you.

[sighs]

[thunder rumbling]

* *

[piano playing softly]

* *

- Hey, Mom.

- What were you playing? It was gorgeous.

- I should never come back here.

Everything I touch...

turns to shit.

[weeping]

- [shushes] It's okay.

* *

It's okay.

[emotional music]

* *

[thunder rumbling]

[upbeat percussive music]

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