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Previously on "American Princess"...

Carnivals and theme weekends
and all kinds of attractions.

You're aware of the kind
of money that's to be had.

Why aren't we doing any of this?

Well, Maggie doesn't like it.

I didn't raise my hand at the vote,

so I'm a patron today.

I wanted to make money so
that we could help people.

We were all doing fine.

You were.

We had a whole show to do,

and you left me standing there
with my Apocrypha in my hand.

I was proving a point.

People come here for
the history, the authenticity.

If we lose that now, then what?

At some point, you have to acknowledge

that if we don't change the faire today,

there may not be one at all tomorrow.

I don't like PDA.

I overstepped your boundary.
It won't happen again.

I've gotta go french a man in public.

Let me be the judge.

You did hear me, by the way,
that we're making a killing?

The girl I met six weeks
ago would have been bragging

to the end of eternity about this.

That girl has left the faire.

This girl has a clipboard.

You did this, Amanda.

Be proud.

I will plague them all!

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Don't leave!

The Wet Wenches show
starts in 20 minutes.

All the seats are in the splash zone.

There's no wait at the zip line.

Think of how fast you could go in

- these gales.
- No. No zip line.

The thing's a lightning rod,

and we're not covered for electrocution.

M'lady, can you give it a bit of gas?

Welcome to the mud club.

- Good lady, thoust would not allow...
- Out of the way! This is custom!

Fine sir, the pub...

The pub be still open.

A jug of mead on me.

Or for you.

What? Are you offering
booze to children.

He looked like he could use a drink.

- Ha!
- Oh, my God.

Fare thee well!

Or however they say it in Spice World!

You. Come now.

Always a bridesmaid.

Look at 'em.

Running from spit rain!

Pussies!

This vest survived
Tropical Storm Stephanie!

Talk about a bitch.

Aye, this tunic is Scotch Garded!

For light spills!

Nice one, hon.

5 bucks.

She means 10.

I got one 15 minutes ago for 5.

Rain-flation.

A small price to pay

to have almost an entire
faire all to thyself.

Well played.

Every season, there's
at least one rainstorm

and one group who wants to stick it out.

They're called Rainees.

They're the pot of cash
at the end of the rainbow.

Let's get weird!

- Hey!
- Huzzah for the tipper!

We would also like to get weird.

- Huzzah!
- Huzzah!

I'm a knight, and you're
a dragon. Get me!

I'm a water sign.

Unh-unh, no.

You are not sitting around all day

making duck lips into that thing.

Go find something productive to do.

What? It's raining.

Like help me make the sundries list.

Pass. Also, no one says sundries.

Except me just now.

Then go ask your dad if he needs help

entertaining the littles. Go, go.

Mom says I have to help you.

I thought we could play Operation,

but we're missing all the body parts.

Yeah, Jesse ate them,

then he used the tweezers

to pick the body parts out of his...

Oh, aah, aah, aah.

- Hungry hippos it is.
- Come back here!

I don't want any highlighter!

You look like a corpse!

Come on!

See, this is what I'm saying.

You say you want to help
out more with the kids,

but then this is always what
happens, a bigger mess.

- We were gonna play a game...
- Moon did it!

- Shut up!
- You shut up!

Remember when I ate all the body parts?

And then you picked
them out of your poop?

That was so gross.

Yeah, now we can't play.

Enough, enough, enough!

How about you guys

all come up with a play to
show everyone? Sound fun?

- Yeah!
- No!

The wishbone never came out.

- Eww.
- Eww.

- And, uh, Breeze can direct.
- Ugh.

I'll stop commenting on
your Instagram posts.

Okay.

"Everyone under 4'11" into the pantry.

Okay, I'm gonna make
a list of toiletries that we need.

Um, can you keep an ear out

for the kids killing each other?

No one says toiletries.

Except me.

Just now.

Wait, wait, wait.
That was the third time.

The second time I got
struck by lightning,

I was on the 18th hole.

Whose turn is it?

- Yours!
- Yours!

Towel?

Look, I'm sorry about earlier.

I was being petty and immature.

What about putting your hand

up those gladiators' war skirts?

I'd say grabbing a stranger's ass

is much more immature.

That was work.

I sell jugs and hugs.

It's my faire persona.

- You know this.
- Did you at least wash your paws after?

Well, at least they let
me touch them in public.

Now, a lot of times they tell you

that when you get struck by lightning,

you see God? I did.

And it was confusing.

- What?
- Huh?

Whose turn is it?

Yours.

Since when are there monsoons

in upstate New York?

Uh, since climate change.

T-minus 20 till the bomb cyclone hits.

Wait. The Orbs of Fury are in the water.

The rain wouldn't have affected them.

- Let's go.
- Breathe.

There is nothing you can do right now.

Just... all right?

I don't think I've ever
seen you this clean.

Yeah, it's pretty squeaky.

How long has my top been see through?

Since you chased Dr. Who
all the way to his Tardis.

Lil Boy?

Lil Boy?

He likes to pop out and scare me,

or fall from the rafters and scare me,

or apparate like a little mini
wizard and scare me.

That's my kinda kid.

Can you turn around, please?

You saw me finish on camera,

- and I see a couple of...
- Turn!

So, did they teach you

project management at Vassar?

Or did you also study at DeVry online?

Stop mocking me.

I wasn't.

You did good out there.

My mother was right.

I never see anything through.

And now this time,
I had people counting me like...

Delilah and Lil Boy and Stick?

I mean, ugh!

Who am I if I can't help a diabetic?

They prefer "people with diabetes."

There's nothing to see
through right now, busy-bee.

Except your blouse.

By now, the Rainees have set up shop.

Rainees?

Feel good?

Breezy.

Ahh.

Maggie, are you in here?

One moment!

Take your leave.

Can I come in now, please?

Enter.

Brian.

Swinging by to drip all
over my decorative throws?

I came to say I'm sorry.

You were right.

What was that? I can't hear you.

I still have your lecture on compromise

ringing in my ears.

Juan Andrés and I are over.

Oh, Poodle.

First it's Shakespeare
making fart jokes.

And next thing you know,

you're sorority squatting with
Ginger, Posh, and Sporty.

What's next? I'll tell you what's next.

Fondling subpar Russell
Crowe lookalikes.

That's what's next.

You've learned an important lesson.

And ending it was the right choice.

We allowed too much change,
all over the fairgrounds.

The vaping? Ugh.

It's worse than the Bluetooth years.

More than that.

That awful steak-on-a-stake girl.

Losing our food discount.

Losing control.

But you know what?
That's why the storm is here.

We'll let her healing

energy flow through us,
harness her power,

and use it to regain
what is rightfully ours.

What are you doing?

Where's your crap food?

Nutter Butters, Star Crunches.

I know they're here.

I'm suffering.

I need the healing energy
of high fructose corn syrup

to flow through me.

Two treats, and then we're moving on.

Oh, thank goodness.

Thank goodness.

Okay. Okay.

Brian, Brian. Two, two.

I'm gonna have more than two,

and you're just gonna
have to accept that.

58 Albuquerque, 59 Albuquerque,

60 Albuquerque. Time's up.

Markers down.

Come on, show me.

Okay, that's more horse than person,

and your Maggie has tentacles.

Well, that's what you see.

Art is subjective.

That's objectively good.

Yeah, it's not bad.

I'm gonna do shrooms.

I could do shrooms.

Mm, I am off psychedelics

ever since the fourth time
I got struck by lightning.

I'm gonna go check on the horses.

Thunder makes them horny.

You coming?

Ahh, peanut butter.

Makes shrooms taste great.

Where are y'all headed?

Outer space.

Wanna come?

Hey, hey.

You guys better elect a ranger this time

'cause I'm not climbing up
a tree to rescue you again.

Fish heads were growing
up from the ground.

What would you have done?

Let them nibble the
dead skin off my toes.

- Oh.
- Howdy, ranger.

You've been elected.

Fine.

Damn it.

Never have I ever...

encountered a shark.

What are the rules again?

- You have to drink if you've ever.
- Ah.

And you lived to tell the tale.

Impressive.

Is it true that you have
to punch it in the nose

- to get away?
- It was a baby shark,

dead on the sand.

But still, scary.

Yeah, you should have left it vague.

Oh, okay. Um...

never have I ever...

had a four-way.

Really?

- I was just parched.
- Oh, that is...

Unh-unh. Bad form.

All right.

Um, never have I ever salsa danced.

- Oh, thank God.
- Ah.

Never have I ever seen
"The Fault in our Stars."

Ohh.

- It's bad, isn't it?
- Mm.

He dies, she cries. It is just...

It's really stupid.

Um...

never have I ever eaten catfish

or been catfished

or catfished anyone else.

- Which one is it?
- All three.

Elaborate. Ate it at a barbecue.

Delicious.

Got sucked in by a Russian bot.

And then, it was complicated.

Rainy day. Got nothing but time.

Um, anyway, I just... I just wanted
to check up on an ex

without her knowing,

so I created a profile
and sent her a message.

But before she wrote back,

I chickened out and
just deleted everything.

Must have been some ex? College?

High school.

- Mm.
- Cheerleader.

Teacher.

Hello, Mrs. Robinson.

She was probably, like, your age.

So, how did it end?

Just super badly, you know.

Like, she didn't want to
mess up her marriage,

so she, uh... She broke up
with me, like...

a week before school let out.

Um, I just, like, cried
my guts out all summer.

It was a cruel, cruel summer.

That is insane.

Yeah, I thought I was in love,

you know.

I just kind of want to keep
it light now, you know?

Just no drama, nothing too serious.

Yeah, yeah.

I've never told anyone that ever.

Wow, that, uh...

That feels really good
to get that off my chest.

What about you?

I had a Spanish teacher once

that was, like,
drop-dead Latin gorgeous.

No, I didn't mean my thing.

Like, what's your thing?

Anything?

Don't let me embarrass
myself alone here.

Besides bloodying Helen
on my wedding day?

That's old news. Come on.

You gotta... You gotta spill it.

Um...

I never said goodbye to my father.

Is he dead?

Oh, he's alive.

What happened?

When I was 10,

he left and moved to
Seattle with a woman...

Isla.

My mom talked so much shit
about him and his new kids.

But as I got older, I wanted to know,

you know, who were these people

that he traded us for?

So eventually, I went down
an Internet wormhole,

and I got the answers.

Isla and Olivia and Evan.

They were so regular, you know.

Almost like ordinary, maybe even boring.

Which, in a weird way, was
worse than them being perfect.

He destroyed our family for a big,
fat lateral move.

That's his loss.

Nah, it's... it's yours

because you had to endure
that, like, stupid story.

- Hey, it's all right.
- No, let's go back to jacks.

Okay, this floor is not regulation.

Yeah, um, do you want, like, some help

- or anything?
- No, I'm okay.

There's so many letters.

Uh, that tracks.

Delilah sort of seems
like the pen pal type.

New York State Unified Court System.

I guess we're not the
only ones with secrets.

Ugh.

These 100-calorie snacks are bullshit.

Are you finished sulking?

We need to get out in the rain.

Direct exposure to the
fury of Mother Nature

is the best way to reap her benefits.

Do you know how many breakups
I've coddled you through?

How many times you've felt slighted

or insecure or short-legged,

and I've been there to lick your wounds?

Oh, go ahead, let it out.

I'll never find anyone as perfect.

His back hair was up to his neck.

Oh, God, of course you will.

I hear there's a slew
of single Skarsgards.

And a new Hemsworth seems
to pop up every day.

I don't want a Skarsgard.

And you know as well as I do,

there's no Hemsworth like the first one.

They degenerate in
quality with every copy.

I want him.

Juan Andrés was the one.

Oh, psh.

There is no such thing.

Scootch.

Scootchity-scootchity.

You are the scent of
jasmine in the spring.

Warm sand on bare feet.

A perfectly delivered soliloquy

following on a perfectly rapt audience.

That man is a fool.

A handsome one, yes,

but a real schmuck to
have let you get away.

Maybe I'm not destined for love.

It is not in the stars
to hold our destiny,

- but in ourselves.
- Ugh.

What does Shakespeare know, anyway.

Aah! Mother Nature, she speaks to us.

We must answer her call!

I'm only going

because I don't want to be alone.

Why else do we do anything?

You guys feeling it yet?

No, nothing.

Where's my face?

I lost my face.

That's the spot.

Stay there.

He loves me. He loves me not.

He wants space.

He wants space not.

He's spaceless.

I'm spaceless.

We're all spaceless.

It's like this.

Sometimes he's gotta hide,
man, in his shell.

Like this?

Brian's a... He's a turtle.

Yeah, a turtle.

It's turtles all the way down.

They're everywhere.

Hey, travelers.

How are we doing?
Vitamin C, it's good for you.

Replenish your electrolytes, people.

And remember,
you're nothing unless you're...

- Together.
- Together.

Yeah.

So we're gonna stay here together.

- Together.
- Together.

- Together.
- Together.

And I'm gonna get some more
hydration for you, okay?

All you guys are going?

Yeah, that's right, bud.

- Stay together.
- That's right, together.

Okay.

I like him.

Turtles are slow.

You can't always be slow.

We need to go fast.

Zoom, zoom.

Zoom, zoom.

To the bus. Grab the shrooms.

Found it.

Oh, many thanks.

I been CrossFitting since it was called

changing big-rig tires in Jersey.

Bet you'd kill at the strong-man booth.

You'd win that bet, little woman.

Told ya.

Rainees really dig in to the pub.

You know, that dude paid me 40 bucks

to let him bench-press our wine fridge.

It was empty, but still.

Fill it up,

bet him he can't do it twice in a row.

Double or nothing.

Who are you?

Been down a lot of
roads and rode 'em hard.

Oh, the pretzels are over there.

This is amazing.

I mean, did you see me out there?

I was, like, huzzah for the tipper!

- Yeah, it was...
- What?

Art thou surprised?

- No.
- I...

be a pub wench now.

Huzzah!

It's probably just jury duty.

Rennies are not great when
it comes to jury summons.

Too thick.

Are court papers like
college acceptance letters?

You want the thick envelope?

I used to do this with letters
from mom's divorce lawyers

to manage expectations.

Isn't it illegal to look
through somebody else's mail?

Not as illegal as whatever
Delilah is hiding.

These aren't traffic-fine envelopes.

These are jail envelopes.

- Presumptions.
- Based on justified suspicions.

Delilah's a big girl. She can handle it.

Can she? She takes care of everyone.

Me, her son, her friends.
Who takes care of her?

What if she's in, like,
real-world trouble.

You know, the kind that can't be fixed

with a bear hug or homemade candles...

Whatever it is,

she'll tell you about
it when she's ready.

Some people just need a little more time

to talk about their secrets.

- I have to help her.
- Just be calm for a second, okay?

D... David, I'm serious.

Never have ever read
"Fifty Shades of Grey"

and liked it.

See, I should be drinking right now,

but I'm afraid you'll run.

- How very Christian Grey of you.
- See?

I knew that you should
be drinking with me.

I'm not proud of it,
but yes, I have read it.

The writing was so terrible.

Well, you're free to go.

Then I go.

- Well, go, then.
- I'm going.

- Good.
- Here I go.

Eww! Your face was on her face.

Where were you?

You looked in my old hiding spot.

I was in my new hiding spot.

I gotta go.

Uh, I have to go find Delilah...

I don't know what he heard.

I've gotta... These are not my clothes.

Handles like a dream.

I love partying.

Drugs and stuff.

I should warn you, though,
that shrooms can make me paranoid.

Don't worry. Shart's taking care of us.

He is?

Oh, he's also taking care
of all the faire brats.

He's a model dad.

I could have been a model,

you know, if only this happened earlier.

I didn't bloom until I was 30.

The world has always been out to get me.

You weren't kidding about that paranoia.

Have you ever felt like

everyone just wants to take you down?

- Serious paranoia.
- You know, like when you were a kid,

and you were bullied by those rich girls

who spread that rumor
that you got pregnant

when you were 13,

and that you had the
baby and gave it away

even though you were actually a virgin

until you were 24 years old?

And then your older half-sister,

she tried to get you addicted to meth.

But you didn't even try the meth

because you knew that it was a dead end.

So you run away,
and you find a whole new life.

But now...

you got eyes in the back of your skull

because you never know

when somebody's gonna
come and take you down!

Right?

Do you see turtles in here?

I absolutely do.

Where's Stick?

Huh. Uh, driving.

Hey. Yeah.

How much did you end up getting
for the whole tongue thing?

Three, five, uhh, A, B, C, D.

Oh, $60,000?

You don't know?

Numbers are very hard for me right now.

- Is it a lot or a little?
- It's a lot.

I think.

- Is it?
- I don't know.

A thousand is bigger than $100,

but it's smaller than a
million and a billion.

And a million billion.

Oh, my God, I didn't get enough money.

No wonder I can't even
afford an oil change.

I am out of money.

- Out?
- I told you!

People want to take you down!

I'm gonna get Stick
and go play in the mud.

Um, Stick, can you pull over, buddy?

We should give Helen some space.

All right, let's get on
with this woo-woo insanity.

I said you were like jasmine
in the spring. Humor me.

First we have to choose a goal.

Mine's to regain control of this place

before it goes full-on Chuck E. Cheese.

What's yours?

To get my man back?

- No!
- Fine.

I'll make mine getting
your power back, too.

Genius. Now, we close our eyes

and let the storm wash over us

as we externalize our goal

and give it over to the storm.

She stole my thunder.

Let her have it. Can we go?

- Hey.
- Oh, God!

Hey, what's up?

Are the kids ready for
their big performance?

I believe so.

It's gonna be great.

- Really?
- Yeah.

I didn't think you'd pull it off.

- I did.
- Uh, the rain stopped,

so they can do it on the Regent stage.

- Yeah, great.
- I'll get them.

You round up an audience. Get a big one.

We want the little
ones to feel supported.

Yeah, okay.

- Okay.
- Yeah, no problemo.

- Yeah.
- Yeah.

Hey, hey, David!

My good buddy. Ha-ha. You busy?

No, not really.

Why? You wanna play a game?

That looks like we have
half a Checkers set there.

Ooh, we both get to be black.

Oh, I got a much better
game than Checkers.

It's called Round Up
The Tripping Rennies.

Ah, is Stick seeing fish again?

Yeah.

- Attaboy.
- Fluids.

Victoria! Regent stage!

Round up everyone you know!

Huzzah!

I can't decide where to
focus my attention first.

Ah! Rainees.

Oh, Rainees.

I get it.

Tell me all about it.

Tell me everything. Let's talk.

Okay.

That's Rusty. He's leader
of the Devil's Spawn.

It used to be Tig,

but then he got a brain injury.

No, no, no, no, no.
Let's talk about you.

How are you?

I'm so good, pumpkin.

Oh, look.

Rainee love is in the air.

I never go for guys who
are shorter than me.

- Weird.
- Uh-huh.

So it is.

Delilah, is everything okay?

Hey!

- Whoa!
- This group!

Uh, Regent stage.

Secret special show.

There's free beer. It's not really free.

Starting in five!

Delilah, I really have
to talk to you, so...

- Got it.
- Let's go! Secret show!

It's probably, like, a beheading.

It's for the kids, you know.

Well, anything for the kids.

If there isn't a selection
from "Matilda: The Musical,"

I'm leaving.

Swim and swim...

and sink.

Gloop. Gloop.

Hey, hey, where is Stick
and Juan Andrés?

They were gone when I got there.

Oh, uh, mm.

They wanted to drive
on top of the world.

Ah, got it.

- Yeah.
- Cool.

Attention, elders!

The play is ready to begin.

Please note my style
is still developing.

"The Three Little Mammals"
by Breeze Yolanda Reinhardt.

We wrote it together, Breeze.

Shut up, Moon.
I'm the one who wrote it down.

Diva.

One day in a village,

not unlike this very village,

lived a lot of kind of basic,
but well-meaning villagers,

including, but not limited to

our titular three little mammals.

Now, this village was an
idyllic utopian society.

Think free public green
spaces and iPads for everyone.

And most of the time,

our mammals lived far from
crap like persecution,

overzealous immigration enforcement,

and rampant racism.

Most of the time.

Except for just outside the village

where there lived that good
old classic antagonist...

... the Big Bad Wolf.

Flimsy, wiggly...

Mm.

Spiky.

But we'll get to him later.

The first mammal was a peacock,

which is not really a mammal,

but I can't.

Hi, baby.

I love you, baby.

The peacock was also a mother,

and she lived with an anteater

who was also a janitor,

who was also a father.

I'm so funny. Ha, ha, ha, ha.

You're so funny, honey.

I want to build our house
out of toilet paper.

- Okay.
- And they did.

There was only one problem.

We're out of toilet paper.

How did this happen?

I told you to get more toilet paper.

I forgot.

You always forget!

And you're a janitor!

The mommy peacock and
daddy anteater janitor

were fighting so much,

they didn't even notice

that the Big Bad Wolf was on his way,

ready to blow down
every house in its path,

toilet paper or no toilet paper.

Then the rest of the
village mammals came out

and had a dance party!

- Whoo!
- Go mammals!

Get down with me, people.

Cheer on my body parts.

Who are we rooting for? I'm lost.

- Uh...
- Can we go play in the mud now?

- Come on.
- Yeah. Thank you.

There's no narrative drive. I'm out.

Now I will kill you all
and feed you to the Sith.

No, you will not, Jesse.

Okay.

The dancing mammals were very annoying.

So the second mammal

came out to see what was going on.

I'm a porpoise.

That's my little boy!

I built my house out of
hempcrete and bamboo,

which are both strong and eco-friendly,

all for me and my mama.

Unless the court takes her away to jail.

Uhh, thank you, porpoise.

Lil Boy! Lil Boy!

We are almost done here, people.

Third mammal, your cue!

I'm a pretty princess.

And I want to build my house

out of new and shiny things

that are a zillion times better.

Well, I'm the queen.

And I like our house just the way it is.

Well, I'm young and cute,
and everyone loves me.

Just because I am old and stale

does not mean I'm not
the queen of this house.

But little did they know

that no matter what
their house was made of,

they still had to watch out
for the big, bad...

Amanda Klein!

You owe me a million dollars.

- Shart!
- Got 'em.

- Hey kids, follow me.
- Helen.

- But, daddy, we're not done!
- Oh, yes, you are.

Come on, come on, come on, come on.

- Thanks, babe.
- Always.

Mwah!

Uh, uh, Helen, calm down, okay?

Let's just... Let's just talk, okay?

No.

I thought you said we were square?

I'll huff, and I'll puff,

and I'll rip your tits off!

I got $20 on the little one! Let's go!

All right, listen up.

No, no, no. No eating mud.

No matter how much it looks
and feels like chocolate.

Many brave, good-looking
men have gone down that way.

But, you know, you can play in it.

She's gonna kill me!

I am going full "Revenant" on your ass!

Anybody else seeing tree demons?

I believe those are cloud people.

But still, we should move.

Eat bench, you lunatic!

- Oh!
- Whoa!

Okay, move, move, move, move.

I cut off my ear lobe
with a melon baller.

Oh, God.

Hi.

Hey, you guys want to sleep over?

You.

When will it be enough for you, huh?

When we install a virtual-reality booth?

When you've maimed us all?

When we rename this place

Amanda's Royal Renaissance Festival?

Best day ever!

Are you crazy?

Mud wrestling?

Seriously, this is some
hardcore patriarchal bullshit!

- Ohh!
- Ohh!

Damn it.

Not enough memory.

I got it.

Hey!

- Ahh!
- Ohh!

- That's right. Get her!
- Oh!

Oh!

Are you okay?

I'm amazing.

It's like we're real Rennies.

I was planning to do this

at the kissing bridge
at eventide, but screw it.

Lady Jenny Miller of Rochester,

wilt thou marry me?

I shall!

Boom!

- Yeah!
- Yeah.

Are you happy now?

No.

Fine lords and ladies...

We're engaged!

Huzzah!

Huzzah!

Maggie.

Maggie, slow down.

- Maggie, stop this!
- Stop this?

Stop what?

It's too late to stop anything
after all you started.

What's so terrible? I started
a couple of new things, so what?

You act like you're the first person

to ever join the faire,

to ever feel how special and
freeing this world can be.

There were people here before
you, you know.

- I know.
- No, you don't know anything.

Did you know there weren't
any female performers

other than the Queen
until I convinced the Royal

to bring in Washer
Wenches two decades ago?

- No, but that...
- And what about axe throwing?

Did you think that was just always here?

- Kind of.
- Well, it wasn't.

I dated the axe gamer at Raleigh,

and suddenly next summer,

there were axes at the Royal.

I was the...

I was the pretty princess
with all the big ideas.

And now I'm just an evil old queen

with nothing to show for it.

20 years, and I have nothing.

Maggie, I... I'm so sorry.

- I...
- It's too late.

It doesn't matter.

- I'll come back later.
- No, no, no.

I went to some places today,

and I need you to reassure
me that I'm still sane.

- But we're...
- What?

Broken up.

Oh, my God. When did that happen?

Christ, I must have blacked out.

What did I do?

No, this morning.

Our fight.

Yeah, it was a fight.

People fight.

You thought that was breaking up?

It wasn't?

Hon, there's no mistaking
when I break up with someone.

Shit gets said.

That was a blip.

Not even a thing.

It felt like a thing.

I'm new at all of this.

- I get it.
- Do you?

Because I'm timid and petulant and...

probably a bunch of other things

that I haven't even discovered yet.

I think I might talk in my sleep.

Oh, God. Do I talk in my sleep?

Do I ever mention Justin Theroux?

Oh.

You're my boyfriend, Turtle.

We'll figure it out.

Turtle?

Maybe we keep pitching out pet names.

Okay, whatever you say.

- That's what I say.
- Yeah.

It's impossible to move in that stuff.

How do you guys do it?

Have you not noticed that I'm,
like, super ripped?

Just shredded. I mean, muscles for days.

Oh.

Ahh.

Let me know if you need anything.

I do.

Good thing Lil Boy wasn't here
to interrupt us this time.

Lil Boy!

I'll be right back!

Stay here.

Don't move a muscle.

Not that one or that one.

What about this one?

Definitely not that one.

All right, you got it.

Okay.

Everything's okay, sweetheart,

but please tell me where on earth

you got the idea that
mommy was going to jail?

She said it.

I found some mail.

From the court.

- Is everything okay?
- Of course it is.

It's probably just the court telling me

to come get that dang passport

I forgot I sent away for.

Oh.

Now, listen to me.

I'm gonna take care of everything, okay?

So you don't need to
worry another hot second.

Why don't you try and find some dry wood

for the campfire

- Okay.
- Okay?

I'm so sorry.

I'm sorry he overheard.

What... is everything okay?

You can tell me.

Is it money? A Ponzi scheme?

You know, two of my mom's cousins

got screwed over by Madoff.

Oh, my God.

Are you somebody's Goomah?

What? No.

Then what's going on?

My parents want custody of Lil Boy.

They've never approved
of the faire life and...

now they want to take him away from it

and from me.

They can do that?

I don't know, but I'm scared.

I think I know somebody who can help.

Ahh, yes.

Brett?

It's me.

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