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Yeah, okay Myrna, just tell her that I called

and have her call me back as soon as she can okay, it's important.

Tell her that it's important please.

Thank you.

* STUFF * ( www.cda.pl )

Yeah, yeah, yeah.

Okay Myrna, I'll hold, I'll hold.

Okay, okay Myrna.

Yeah, well, tell her I'm on my way to Sam's school,

and I need her to call me back because it's important.

Okay. Please?

Thank you.

Give me a couple minutes.

Okay.

-What happened? -It's okay, it's okay.

-It's not as bad as it looks. -What is it?

Well, the kids were outside during playtime

and a student threw a rock at Sam and it hit her in the face,

-but it just missed her eye. -Oh my god...

-Who did it? -Joseph.

Who's Joseph? Is he new?

Well, he's been with us for several months now

and we tried to get him to apologize but he wouldn't.

He's not very verbal.

We've contacted his mom and she's on her way

and he's been in timeout ever since.

-Can you get her please? -Sure.

Do you know why that boy threw that rock?

Was it an accident?

Okay, does your tummy hurt? Or anything? No?

You tired? Yeah, a little bit?

All right. Aww. Were you coloring?

Yeah, you made a... Did you make a picture for mommy?

You know how much i love those pictures.

He throws a rock at her face and doesn't apologize.

What the fuck is wrong with him?

I don't know.

Are you sure she doesn't need stitches?

It's not that deep, Deb.

Should I call the mother?

-I feel like i need to call the mother. -Just see what happens.

No, I'm not gonna see what happens.

I'm her mother i need to do something.

I'm her mother, too.

Then why didn't you call me back?

I told you i had patients back to back.

I'm so tired of this bullshit.

Can we not do this again?

I told you i did not have a second to breathe.

I guess that's the difference between us.

I'd find a second.

And after 14 years,

I think I deserve a second

and if I don't, Samantha does.

Sammy, not on your sister please. Okay, mama.

I also want you to stay away from that boy.

What boy?

The kid, the one with the rock.

-Deb, what's his name? -Joseph.

But he's my friend, mama.

Friends don't throw rocks at you, baby.

Suzie throws her stinky socks at me.

-I did not. -You did, too...

Okay, okay.

Suzie is your sister, number one...

-I'm allowed. -No, you're not allowed,

but socks can't hurt you, and a rock can, right?

Mama, socks could hurt you 'cause they'd be so smelly.

- Oh, you guys are so funny. - Pew, mama.

All right, i got to go.

Mwah! Love you.

-Love you, too. -Okay.

-It's Tuesday. -Yeah?

Yeah, you home for dinner?

I don't know. I, uh, I'll text you. I, I got to go.

I got an 8 o'clock filling.

-Thanks for breakfast. -Yeah.

Come on, girls. Let's go.

Brush, brush, brush, brush.

-Okay, my sweetie. -Okay.

I love you. Have a really good day at school.

-Okay. -Bye, Sam.

Oh, uh, lunchbox.

Hey, don't forget it on the way back, okay?

-Bye. -Bye, Suzie.

-I love you. -Bye, Suzie.

Oh, here she comes.

Whoo-whoo. Hi, Suzie.

-Hi. -Mom, guess what?

-What? -I have the best news.

-Oh. -Come on!

What? What?

So there's lots of little parts that I don't want...

And there's this one big part that I do want.

-Which one? -The narrator.

Okay.

Everyone in the class wants the narrator, too.

Who?

The narrator has the most lines,

the narrator is on stage the entire show,

and the narrator has to be mrs. E's best reader which I think I am.

-You're an excellent reader. -But the coolest thing of all

is the narrator holds a microphone the entire show.

Her own microphone.

Everyone else has to share one that's on a stand.

- Wow. - So today,

we had to put down three parts that we wanted to audition for,

I put the narrator, the narrator,

and the narrator.

Yeah, but Suzie, that doesn't give you

-any other option. -Right!

I'm gonna go practice in my room.

This isn't good.

Do you remember anything else on the list

besides walnuts?

-Uh... -Oh, ma,

you had all day to get ready.

How could you forget the list?

It was on your father's desk.

He left so much shit there i couldn't see it.

Oh, so you're blaming a dead man

for forgetting your list?

He has a lot of stuff, Trisha.

How could he have a lot of stuff, ma?

He's dead.

He does.

You really need to start making some changes, ma.

Ice cream sandwiches. You're father loved those.

Ma, did you hear what I said?

Of course I hear you, Trisha.

I'm not deaf.

You need to clean up his things.

Get rid of his stuff.

I want a coffee cake for the morning.

You think that's a good idea?

I'm 80. Trisha.

I can have a goddamn coffee cake if I want one.

You're also borderline diabetic, ma.

You know what, you can just eat whatever you want.

You just need to start making some decisions, ma.

Like, you have two houses

sucking the financial life out of you.

-I mean, that's crazy. -What's crazy about it?

Your father and i had those houses for years.

You haven't even been to the Jersey house since daddy died.

I don't drive. How am I supposed to get to Jersey?

-Fly? -Well, that's my point.

You don't drive and...

And you have two cars rotting away in the driveway.

Oh, they're not rotting.

Ma, it's coming up on five years.

I...

Know perfectly well how long it's been.

And a stone, ma.

I already told you.

There's a discrepancy

with your daddy's policy.

You know how these,

you know how these companies are.

Yes, I do. But you need to get on them, ma.

The man needs a headstone.

I don't want to talk about it now, Trisha.

You never want to talk about it, ma,

but you need to deal.

If you don't take care of your stuff, things fall apart.

It's a little overcooked.

Okay, eat your dinner.

-Deb, right? -Yeah.

-Is Sam okay? -Yeah, she's fine.

-She's totally fine. -Good.

This is Joey.

Joe, you want to give a high five hello?

Hi, Joe. Nice to meet you.

See we're headed to funstation later,

and, uh, we were wondering if Sam would like to join us.

I feel terrible about the rock thing,

and I just would like to make it up to her.

If she even likes that place.

She does but uh...

I don't know. We have, uh...

He'd love it if she came,

and I'd like to,

I'd him to try and keep the one friend he has.

What time?

About 5:00?

Yeah, it really depends

what's going on with my older daughter so.

Bring her, too. It's our treat.

We'll try.

They'll try, buddy, okay? Come on.

Knock, knock.

I got a cancellation. You want to grab a bite?

I'm not the best company.

I'm used to it.

-Did you eat? -I don't think so.

Then let's go. Come on.

Come on.

Okay.

Thank you.

I see that.

How many tickets did you get?

Look at that, buddy.

One, two, three, four.

Hey, hey, look.

Look who came.

Thanks for coming.

Hi, Joe.

Oh, this is Suzie,

-Sam's older sister. -Hey, Suzie.

I'm Jamie. Nice to meet you.

-That's a lot of tattoos. -Suzie, don't say that.

Why do you have so many?

Uh, so I remember stuff.

-Do they hurt? -Sometimes.

I mean, it depends on where you put it.

Like, uh, right here. That hurt.

Oh. I'm so sorry. Suzie this Joey.

-Joey, say hi to Suzie. -The rock kid.

-Suzie, don't say that. -But he is.

-Yeah, but it's not nice. -He was, he was,

but he's not going to do that ever, ever ever again.

Right buddy?

Does he talk?

Not much, but he understands.

Okay. Let's go.

Hey, I'll take your bag for you.

Don't lose those.

Okay.

Uh, I'm sorry about that. She's very direct.

No, it's, that's fine.

It's actually refreshing.

You want a beer or something?

-They have beer at this place? -They do.

Do you know how many times I've been here, and I never knew that.

Yeah, I'd love one.

Come on, you remember her.

She was in her last year when we were juniors.

-Vaguely. -Brunette?

Whatever.

So I went to the conference last month,

and she was there.

-Where is she practicing? -Hartford.

Oh, you did the long distance thing already, Mike.

-I know. I know. -So why even bother?

Thank you.

-I don't know. -She still single?

-Divorcing. -Great.

-Attractive? -Uhh...

-Forget it! -Stop, stop.

I know what that pause means.

She's not you pretty.

But she's not bad.

So you carried both girls?

I did.

Trish was busy building her practice so she couldn't, but it was

our agreement anyway

that she'd have the career, and I wouldn't.

-What does she do? -She's a dentist.

Aye yai yikes.

Yikes? From a tattoo artist?

Don't tell me that you're afraid of needles?

No, apprentice. And no.

I am not afraid of needles, just dentists.

Mm. Do you want to have a beer? It's really good.

No, thank you. I, uh,

I break out when I drink.

-Really, you break out? -Yeah, I break hearts

and windows and laws.

-Oh! -Yeah.

Cheers!

I mean, have you ever heard of it taking that long?

Well, look how long it takes

for those insurance companies to pay us.

Maybe she's telling the truth.

Have you tried calling them?

They won't talk to me. It's a privacy issue.

I don't know what to do.

-What does Deb say? -Nothing.

-Deb says nothing. -Now that's not possible.

We're in two different worlds, Mike.

Yeah, I've got about a month to go

and then I get tested and hopefully certified.

Who's that one for?

That's one's for my mom.

Irises. I love those.

It's beautiful.

Thank you, so was she.

That's, uh, for Joey's dad.

Did he...

No, no, he's in rehab.

-Again. -Oh, I'm sorry.

No, it's okay. We split up way before Joey was born.

We were a mess.

Honestly I think getting pregnant

saved me from myself.

Well, it's good you turned things around.

Yeah, it's, it's all Joey.

He changed my life.

I got this right after Joey was born.

Wow. That's gorgeous.

Thanks.

Who's that one for?

That's for me.

Mama!

Oh, my girls.

Hi, baby.

-Hi, mama. -Where were you?

Funstation with Joey.

I left you a message to meet us.

-Who's Joey? -The kid with the rock.

That kid? How did that happen?

-He's really nice, mama. -Uh, his mother apologized

and wanted to make it up to Sam so we went.

-Have you been drinking? -I had a beer.

They have beer at that place?

I thought it was a kiddie place.

-Yep. -Really?

So did you girls have fun?

Yeah.

Oh mama, next week I'm auditioning

for the narrator in my class play,

and I really hope i get it.

I'm sure you will baby. Just do your best.

Oh, I'll cry my eyes out if I don't get it.

You should have put down another choice.

But I don't want any other part.

Yeah, but what's gonna happen if you don't get it?

I guess I'll have no eyes.

Oh, you're so silly.

All right, go to bed girls. I love you.

Love you too, mama.

She may get it.

She's very dramatic.

You eat?

Uh, pizza and French fries.

You?

Mike took me to tula kitchen.

Romantic.

-Suze? -Yeah.

We need to talk about the play.

Okay.

I'm a little worried.

That I'm not gonna get it?

There is one narrator and 23 kids want the part.

You don't think I'm good enough.

I didn't say that,

but what if Mrs.e wants a boy narrator

-or a short narrator. -None of that matters.

Mrs. e said she's picking the best person for the job.

You know what, i love that you're so focused,

but you didn't give yourself any other option.

-So? -So...

So it's rare in life, suze, that,

that things go exactly the way you want them to go.

You're a bummer, mom.

I know. I, I know.

Maybe you can talk to Mrs. e tomorrow

and just ask to put down

your second and third choice.

I bet she'd let you if you asked her.

No. Thanks, mom. I'll take my chances.

Can you please just think about it?

Can I go to sleep now? I'm tired.

I love you.

Love you, too.

You need anything else?

Nope.

You sure you don't want me to take you to the doctor?

Nope. I think it's my sugar.

-It's all out of whack. -You feel a little warm.

I run a little warm.

Daddy was always cold, i was always hot.

Yeah, he used to wear that sweater.

It's right there.

Ma don't you find it a little morbid

having all his stuff everywhere.

No, I don't.

I remember exactly where we bought that sweater.

We stopped at ames on our way to Jersey.

The heat was broken in the Volvo.

He was shivering.

You know that place isn't even there anymore.

-It's all gone. -It is?

52 years i was with that man.

That's a long time.

Long time, not long enough.

We still had so many things we wanted to do.

Big things, little things.

Change the handles on the kitchen cabinets.

Is that why there's no handles in the kitchen?

Well, daddy took them off,

and he never changed them.

What was he gonna do?

Well, they were plastic crap.

He wanted gold ones.

He saw a show and they said that it was cheaper than

getting new cabinets and you know your father.

Mm-hmm.

Well, that all doesn't matter now, does it?

When did he die?

Uh, it's going on five years now.

She's still having a hard time with it?

We all are.

I'm so effing tired of it.

Yeah, it's a process.

Well, it's been five years. I mean, my god.

How much longer is it gonna take?

My mom died ten years ago,

and...

It's still hard to even talk about it.

You're different than I expected.

Yeah?

How so?

I didn't mean it that, i don't know I...

I don't know, i just, um,

different.

Okay.

I don't know, family emergency.

Look, uh, i, I got to go.

I'll check in with you later, okay?

All right.

Do you guys visit him?

No.

I don't want him around Joe when he's using.

Even when he's not he's inconsistent.

It just confuses Joe.

That's hard. I don't know how I'd handle that.

I just keep moving.

I run. I bike. I kick box.

I'd kick his fucking face in for being such a loser,

and I kick my own ass for picking such a loser.

Honestly, i think I am afraid

if I stop moving I'll just fall apart.

Well, um, it works for you.

I mean, you look great.

My therapist says i just traded in

one addiction for another.

-Oh, well. -Well, I'm thinking

that exercise might be a little better choice

than drugs.

-You think? -I do.

-You do anything? -Drugs?

No.

Exercise.

No, no.

I don't. I don't.

I mean I should, but I don't.

I vacuum.

It's important to feel good.

It is.

It's good for your sex life, too.

Yeah, well that figures.

Why?

You know, um.

Trish and I always talked about starting something together.

One year it was yoga...

And then we got personal trainers

and pilates, i think.

So what happened?

Well I guess we just never really followed through

and...

So as a result, we don't really

exercise much.

That's a shame.

I could exercise with you.

We had a good time, didn't we, buddy?

I'm glad. I'm sorry I've got to hurry we have to get home for Suzie.

She had her audition today.

Oh, it was this afternoon?

Yeah.

Give me a second.

Hello? Hello?

Shit.

Everything okay?

Yeah, yeah.

So her audition was this afternoon?

Yeah. I don't know how she's going to handle it.

Yeah.

Give me a text and let me know how it goes.

Sure.

Hey baby.

How'd it go?

I'm so sorry.

I got it.

What?

I got it.

I got the narrator.

-You got it? -Uh-huh.

Oh, my goodness Sam, she got it.

-You really got it? -Yeah.

Oh! I can't believe it.

I'm so happy!

I'm so proud of you.

Oh, my god.

Oh, I knew it. You know what?

I knew you were gonna get it. I could tell.

-Did you do what we practiced? -Uh-huh.

So Mrs. e is going through the list of parts

telling everyone what they got

but she isn't calling my name

and there were only a few parts left.

So I started to think maybe I got it,

maybe I got the narrator.

So she finally says

"the part of the narrator goes to Suzie Murdoch."

And, mommy, i was so happy

-i tried not to cry. -Oh.

And everyone was congratulating me.

I am so happy for you.

I think this is the best day of my life.

I'm so proud of you.

I get my own microphone.

You know what?

I think this calls for a celebration.

-Yeah. -Let's go out to eat.

Prince umberto's! - Okay, all right.

-Prince umberto's! -Okay, okay, okay, shh!

Here, call mama and see if she can meet us. Okay?

Mama, it's me. I have the best news.

Call me back later, okay? I love you.

Do you think she's gonna come?

I'm not sure. You know what?

I'll try her at the office,

and we may just have to give her some time.

You need anything else?

-I'm gonna get going. -I'm fine, Trisha.

You want me to take you to the doctor tomorrow?

I'll let you know.

Ma.

Why don't you call the insurance company tomorrow

and find out exactly what the hold up is.

You know, we're coming up on five years.

Okay.

In fact, why don't I call them for you,

you can just give me the account number. -No. I'll do it.

When?

I told you I'd do it tomorrow.

Headstones are going up all around him

and his is still empty.

Good night, Trisha.

You want me to cut it for you? Yeah?

This is so good.

Oh, I'm so happy we caught you

before you guys had already eaten.

Me, too.

Is Trish working late tonight?

I have no idea.

You know what? Wait.

We forgot to toast you.

Suzie needs a toast.

Here's to Suzie.

Cheers, cheers.

Suzie. To our narrator.

Hi.

What's the matter with you?

You're not talking to me again?

Aw, that's good news.

One of the best days of your daughter's life and you missed it.

-What do you want from me? -You know what? A call?

Like a call back like you actually give a shit.

Of course I give a shit.

Where were you?

I tried you at the office.

She got the insurance money.

-What? -My mother.

She got the insurance money, Deb.

She got it years ago. I just found the letter.

-What do you mean? -She's been lying to me.

Lying to me telling me that she's gonna get the headstone

when she gets the money. She's been lying.

How does your own mother lie to you?

I get it. Calm down. But, but why though?

Because she's a selfish bitch. That's why.

And she doesn't want to spend the money.

It's so fucking unfair to him.

Trish, I think you need to step away from this.

This is between them. They were married a long time.

He's my father, Deb. He deserves a fucking headstone.

Even a John Doe deserves a headstone.

Did you talk to her? Of course I talked to her but she lies.

She lies and lies and lies and then she shuts me down

like she's done my entire life.

-You don't understand. -You know what, I'm trying to,

but it's really hard when you're yelling at me.

You've never lost anybody, Deb.

Fuck!

I want to help you, Trish.

Tell me what I can do to help you and I'll do it.

Cremate me.

Just fucking cremate me.

Right now?

Promise me you'll do that for me Deb, okay?

If I'm still here I will.

Hello, Mr. ward.

How are you?

I've been better.

What's going on?

I've had some pain on the left side.

Upper or lower?

Lower. In the back.

Okay. Let's take a look at that.

How's Margaret?

She's fine, fine. Good.

-Okay, now bring your face -over here.

Excuse me.

You're an amazing artist.

Thanks.

Is that how you practice?

Yep.

Better to make a mistake here, right?

Why on a grapefruit though?

It takes ink like skin.

-See? -Oh. I thought it was like

supposed to be like a pair of grapefruits.

Not quite.

That was a bad joke.

I love this one.

Thanks.

You want it?

Very funny.

I could do it for you right now.

No, Trish would kill me if I came home with a tattoo.

Where would you get it?

I don't know.

I guess I always thought here maybe.

Come here.

Putting it down.

Come here.

Come on.

I'm not going to bite you.

Come here.

Right here?

Yeah.

That's a good spot.

It's right on your hip bone

so if you go a little further in,

there's more flesh

and it's less painful.

The more flesh you have, it's not as bad.

Jamie, could you sweep the front when you get a chance?

Yeah, sure.

Here.

Your first tattoo.

He hesitates, drops his ax

and walks out of the rainforest.

Yay.

Great job, Suzie.

How did I do with the microphone?

You look very comfortable.

Is mama coming to my show?

She wouldn't miss it.

She misses everything.

Stop teasing your sister,

give her the mic and come try this on.

Hey!

There's big trees and lots of animals.

Oh, great job.

How does that feel?

Great, mom.

You are the cutest narrator I've ever seen.

So legally I can't even buy it myself?

Unfortunately, you need to be the owner of the grave.

Unless your mom transfers the deed to you.

That's it?

I'm afraid so.

Oh, my goodness.

Have a good day.

I love you.

-Hey. -Hey.

I wasn't sure you'd show.

Yeah, it crossed my mind

but I thought you'd hunt me down and kill me.

Smart woman.

All right. Stretch a bit.

Your hamstrings. Your quads.

Just... yeah.

Pull and push at the same time.

Yep.

Then touch your nose.

Switch sides.

Did you stretch at all before you came?

No. Not really.

All right well, you live and learn.

Did you get the girls off all right?

All right.

Let's take care of ourselves now.

You ready?

I'm ready.

Let's go.

You doing okay?

Yeah.

All right this is it.

Yeah.

You did it.

The first ones always the hardest.

Really good job.

Can I buy you a cup of coffee?

No. Thanks.

I should get to the shop.

-Hey. -No, no, no.

Wait.

-Give me a sec. -Joey is asleep.

That's why I'm here.

-I want to see my kid. -You had your chance.

You blew it.

Jamie, stop.

All right? Don't be a bitch.

-I want to see my kid. -Just go back

to wherever you came from.

Oh, tough right?

That gym shit's working out for you.

-Just get the heck out of here. -You really think

you're gonna keep me out of here?

I want to see my fucking kid!

Fuck.

Mommy, can we go play now?

Yeah, just a minute.

Just for a minute, okay?

-Hold this. -All right.

Come on girl, let's go.

Come on, come on.

Oh, where are you dude, where are you going?

Come on, let's go.

I don't have time for this shit.

Uh, yeah, hey, it's Deb.

I'm at school and I think I just saw Brian.

I'm not really sure what's going on

so I just wanted to check and see if everything's okay.

Can you give me a call, please?

-Hi, grandpa. -Hey.

Dad, thanks for watching them, all right?

-Everything okay? -Yeah.

Everything's fine, everything's fine.

-Where's Trish? -I have no idea, daddy.

Okay, um. Their homework is done and I won't be long.

No sugar please, okay?

Be nice to grandpa, okay?

I love you.

I love you, daddy.

All right. Shoes are there. Okay.

Bye. Go, go.

Hello.

Hey.

Yeah, it's me.

Where are you?

I'm home.

Okay, you want to let me in? I'm right outside.

It's open.

Oh my god, what happened?

He's pissed.

Why?

I fucked up.

I really fucked up.

Okay, calm down. Calm down.

Just tell me what happened. Everything's going to be okay.

When Joey was about two years old

Brian just got out of rehab and...

He wanted to see him.

I didn't want it.

He was...

He was sober, I figured...

It's his father,

so I...

I took him there on a Saturday...

So I...

I took him there on a Saturday afternoon.

It was just going to be for one night.

I was going to pick him up on a Sunday and...

Brian called me in the middle of the night,

completely trashed

and he told me he had no idea where Joey was.

He couldn't find him.

So I race over there

and Brian's right back to his fucked up ways.

Junkies in the house.

Joey's nowhere to be found.

Just...

I rush outside.

I call him and I call him and I scream for him

and I'm searching and I'm searching

for what seems like hours.

And by the grace of god,

I find him.

And he's cold, filthy,

and shaking.

And I scoop him up in my arms

and I swore i would never let that man get near him again.

He hasn't spoken since.

Oh, my god.

So I keep moving.

But he found us.

Where's Joey now?

He has him.

You have to call the police.

-That's kidnapping. -Is it?

I took him. I took him.

Brian's name is on the birth certificate.

Oh, my god. What are you gonna do?

I don't know.

Wait I guess.

Hello?

Anybody home?

It's a school night, Deb.

Girls got to get home.

Where are you?

Call me back.

Thanks.

You might want to get out of the way.

Just in case.

Hi.

He took his shoes off.

Here.

-What's wrong with this kid? -Just give him to me.

I mean he doesn't talk or anything.

Serious. What's wrong with him?

-Look, I want to see him again. -Hmm-mm.

This ain't right, jame.

You can't keep him from me.

I'm his father!

I have rights you know.

-Thank you. -I'll be back with my lawyer.

Sleepy buddy.

Got it?

-Yeah. -Okay.

Let's go, buddy.

He's asleep.

How is he?

He seems okay.

I gotta go.

Yeah, yeah, it's getting late.

Thank you so much for staying with me.

He's not going to come back tonight is he?

No. No.

Not tonight.

And you're okay?

-You're okay. -Yeah.

I'm okay.

I'm sorry I dragged you into this.

You got your own stuff.

Does that hurt?

No.

* the unintended consequence *

* the cold biting at our finger tips *

* now I should get you home *

* to avoid sounding repetitive *

* I'll recite the words on your skin *

* but I might embellish some *

* because we've got paper planes *

* on our minds

* paper planes

* fill the sky

* my awkward social tendencies *

* I imagine you with skinny jeans *

* in a pile over there

* because the beauty we're afforded now *

* is a luxury that's running out *

* sure as the wine runs dry *

* and we'll have paper planes *

* on our minds

* paper planes

* fill the sky.

Hey.

You okay?

We should stop.

-Hi, mama. -Hey, baby.

Where were you guys?

Grandma and grandpas.

It's so late.

It's time to go to bed, okay?

I need to talk to mommy.

Are you guys gonna fight?

No.

We're going to talk.

Mommy, will you tuck us in?

Yeah, I'll be right up, baby.

What the fuck is going on here?

-It's 3:00 in the morning. -I know.

I call you, i leave messages

you don't call me back.

How does it feel, Trish?

Oh god, are you playing games with me, Deb?

No. No, I'm not.

Games are fun.

And what the fuck does that mean?

Being married to you is no fun.

Oh.

Well, I'm so sorry that my dad died and...

I haven't been as jolly as I used to be.

You know one day you're gonna be here, too.

And we'll see so much fucking fun you're gonna be.

You know what? I'll tell you one thing.

I won't check out on my family.

I'll go get help. I'll go get therapy.

Oh, so now you're saying that I need therapy?

Yeah. You lost your dad and we lost you.

The girls lost their mother. I lost a wife.

We all lost someone.

So you just got it all together, don't you, Deb?

You don't see the kids, you just keep running back to your mommy.

-My mother needs me. -Bullshit. We need you!

You are so fucking selfish, you know that?

-You just don't get it! -No, I don't get it.

I don't get it. I don't get it after five years.

I don't get that you miss out on everything.

Can you explain that to me?

-I shouldn't have to. -You know what?

I can't do this.

I cannot do this anymore.

I can't keep going around and around.

I can't live like this.

We are not a couple.

We are two separate people living two separate lives.

We don't talk to each other.

We don't kiss. We don't hold hands.

I can't even remember the last time we had sex.

Really, what is there left between us?

Mommy, can you tuck us in now?

Yeah, baby.

That you, Trisha?

What are you doing here? It's late.

Deb and I had a fight.

Again?

Go back to bed, ma.

I can't sleep with all the banging.

Sorry.

What the hell are you doing?

I'm changing the handles.

Now? Why?

Because daddy always wanted to and he didn't get a chance.

Yes, he did.

He had many chances.

You know how long those goddamn handles were sitting in that cup?

No.

Months. Maybe even years.

So?

Your father had many opportunities to finish the job.

He was a great starter but a terrible finisher.

Well, I'll finish it for him.

Well, that's real nice of you,

but don't you have your own stuff to finish?

I need to do this for him.

And I'm sure he'll appreciate that.

Wherever he is.

I'm going back to bed.

Goodnight.

- Hey. - Hey.

How are you doing?

Okay.

You?

Did you get my messages?

I did.

I've just been a little busy.

Oh.

Are you going to the shop?

No. Not today.

Do you want to get a cup of coffee?

I can't.

All right.

Deb.

I have my exam today.

I didn't want to tell you in case I failed.

You won't fail.

Good luck.

Can I see you later?

Mm-hmm.

Looks good, Sam.

Dig your colors.

So cute.

Jamie.

Yeah?

No.

Did you bake that cake?

I slaved away all morning.

Wow.

Only one other person has ever made me a cake.

Are you trying to make me cry?

What if I failed?

It wasn't an option.

It's just a stupid little certificate.

There is nothing stupid about it.

Mommy, is it cake time yet?

Oh, um, yeah.

-Um, do you wanna... -Look at this.

See what I got?

Do you want a big piece?

-Yeah. -Okay.

Where did you find those?

Basement.

There's Chinese in the fridge.

I don't like Chinese.

You're father must have put them there.

Why isn't he in any of these pictures?

He was taking them.

I mean there's like no pictures of me and him.

He liked taking them.

Why didn't you take some of us?

I don't know.

It was a long time ago.

He took them. I was in them.

It was just the way we did it.

Still, I would have liked to have some of him.

Well, he was there at everything.

Parties, proms, communions, graduations.

I had to drag him kicking and screaming

but he was there.

So he didn't want to go to any of my stuff?

It was all you?

Your father wasn't the most sociable man.

He hated crowds. Hated small talk.

Never complained to me.

He wouldn't dare.

He saved that for me.

So you forced him to go?

He would rather have been home but you were his little girl

and he knew he had to be there and he was.

He never missed a thing.

Neither of us did.

I don't know many parents who could say that.

Okay, great. Humor? What does that mean?

Hey girls.

Hi mama!

How's my girls?

Good.

-We miss you, mama. -I miss you too.

How about we go out for a surprise?

Yeah!

You got a problem with that?

No, Trish. I don't have a problem with that.

Okay great, let's go.

Come on.

-Hey you. -Hey.

Hey, Joey.

What are you doing here?

I just came by to say hi.

Where are the girls?

They're with Trish.

You all right?

I guess so.

What are you doing?

I'm packing.

Your stuff?

Why?

The apprenticeship is over.

I got my certification.

I'm done.

Can't sal give you a job?

He offered me one.

That's good, right?

It's a quiet shop in a small town.

I need to make some money right now.

I went through everything my mom left me.

There's Brian and there's just...

So, what are you gonna do?

I don't know.

Mommy?

Mom? Are you home?

I guess mommy stepped out.

Did you girls finish your homework?

-I'm done. -All right.

Let's get some napkins.

Come up here.

These look so yummy.

There you go.

Well, let's eat up.

So you're coming to my show right, mama?

I wouldn't miss it for the world.

Good.

Did you guys have a party?

Are you nervous?

A little.

You are going to be great.

What if I forget my lines?

Then just try to keep going.

But what if my shoe falls off while I'm dancing?

Just keep dancing.

I'll try.

And remember to have fun, okay?

Okay.

Mama's coming, right?

Yeah. She wouldn't miss it.

Did you have fun with her tonight?

Yeah.

I miss her, mom.

Me too.

You beat me again.

You suck.

I do.

No, you don't.

I don't know what's going on, Mike.

I feel like I'm losing it.

Seven years ago we sat on this couch

and I cried like a baby about Tracy.

-You remember? -Yeah.

And you helped me get through it.

And I'm going to help you get through it.

You know that?

I know that.

Just like I helped you get through chemistry.

Who are you kidding?

-You copied all my papers. -Oh, please.

You are such a liar.

Is this Simone?

Oh, yeah. Her mom just sent that to me.

Oh my god. She's so big.

I haven't seen her in so long.

Hmm. Me neither.

I thought you were supposed to see her this weekend?

Yeah, but she wanted to go to her girlfriend's birthday party.

I haven't seen her in about four months.

Well, girls do that.

Don't take it personally.

Well, I'm taking it personally.

She is beautiful though.

Yeah.

I guess I did something right.

Mm-hmm.

Come on, come on, lunch box, lunch box.

Let's go! Let's go! Let's go!

-Have fun. -Okay.

I love you!

Bye. Thank you. Thank you.

-Bye. -Bye.

Let's go.

Come on. This is gonna be great.

-Not working again? -No, ma.

How can you take all this time off? I never could.

Mike is covering my patients.

Why?

I can't do it right now.

-Do what? -I can't work, ma.

You can't go to work, but you can do this all day?

I'm doing this for dad.

But daddy's not here, Trisha.

You tell me that all the time.

I'm finishing his list.

What list?

So you think your job

is to finish his list for him?

He wouldn't want that for you.

-I disagree. -Everybody leaves this earth

with unfinished business, Trisha.

Life is never long enough.

I mean, what are you gonna do, go around

finish it all for everybody?

Well, if I didn't you wouldn't be able

to open up your kitchen cabinets,

and you'd probably be in a diabetic coma.

You really think that little of me?

That I'm that incapable?

That I'm just a rotten old tooth

that's breaking apart

and doctor Trisha needs to come and fix it? Huh?

I wouldn't say that exactly.

Have you forgotten who I am?

Look at me.

I've been on this earth for 80 years.

I ran a successful business.

I graduated college.

I raised a daughter

and I stayed married to the same man for 52 years.

The last thing I need

is for you to fix me.

Fix yourself first.

All I do is come here to help you,

and this is the way that you treat me.

My marriage is falling apart,

my kids never see me because I come here to help you.

I never asked for your help, Trisha.

You have taken it upon yourself

to do everything you are doing

because you are hiding.

You are hiding behind a dead man.

This my dear, is not about me.

I'm hiding? I'm hiding?

His shoes have been at the foyer for five years, mom.

So what. You haven't picked up his fucking shoes,

his medication, his magazines, all his stuff,

-for five years, ma. -I know that.

-You've got a problem. -Don't you talk to me that way.

You need to get him a headstone. The man needs a headstone.

-I told you not yet. -He needs it there, ma.

He needs it so that people know that he mattered.

-Of course he mattered. -Then what are you waiting for?

-I'm not ready. -Ready for what?

-For what, ma? -To set it in stone.

I'm not ready to set it in stone.

He's not coming back.

Are you nervous for her?

-Hi. -Hey.

-Oh, I'm so happy to see you. -Yeah. We wouldn't miss it.

-You look great. -Thank you.

-Would we miss this, Joe? -Thank you, Joey.

-Thank you for coming. -You look beautiful.

-Thank you. -Yeah.

I saved you a seat.

Hi.

How are you?

I don't know who you think you are,

but this is my wife and my child.

-Trisha. -You need to back off.

-Calm down. -Stop it.

-Don't tell me what to do. -You're embarrassing yourself.

What the fuck is this? This is a fucking tattoo?

You tattooed my wife? Don't touch her like that.

And don't you tell me how to treat my wife.

You know what? It is marker.

It is marker. What is wrong with you?

I mean, really my god, Trish.

What is wrong with you?

Trisha, relax.

This isn't the time or the place.

Come on, sit down with ma and me.

I can't. I can't.

Don't ruin this for your daughter.

This isn't about you.

Your children have been working extremely hard

and we're very proud of them.

So without further ado,

please sit back and enjoy the show.

As our story begins, we see a rainforest

with lots of interesting animals about.

Buzz, buzz, buzz, buzz, buzz.

The animals are peaceful as they watch a man

enter their beloved rainforest.

The man looks around assessing the situation.

He begins to tire.

Wiping the sweat...

He begins to tire

wiping the sweat from his brow...

I'm gonna need the microphone back. It's broken.

Suzie, you need to let it go. We need to continue.

The boa constrictors slither over to the man.

This tree's a tree of miracles. Look at all of its gifts.

Don't cut down our tree.

The bees and butterflies

buzz over to the man.

Please don't ruin our beloved forest.

It's our home.

The man smells the flower...

The man smells the flowers.

He walks around

feeling the mist on his face.

He picks up his ax and swings back

as if to strike the tree.

But then stops instead.

He looks at all of the animals then up to the sky

where a stream of light has penetrated the rainforest.

He hesitates, drops his ax,

and walks out of the rainforest.

Oh, you were awesome, baby. So good.

Here she is, our Sarah bernhardt.

-Who's that? -Oh.

-Thanks, Joe. -Aw.

Good job, Suzie.

Thanks.

Mom, where's...

Mama!

Hi, mama.

Oh, you were wonderful.

So wonderful.

We're really sorry. We shouldn't have come.

No. Suzie wanted you to come.

You gonna be okay?

I think so.

Will you stop by tomorrow? I'd love to see you.

Sure.

Why are you crying?

I'm just so proud of you.

Go talk to your grandma. Okay?

-Okay. I love you. -I love you, too.

I, I think I'm gonna go talk with Trish.

Would you mind taking the girls for a little bit?

-Sure, baby. -Okay.

Hey Sam, come here, my sweetheart.

You're gonna go with grandma and grandpa, okay?

I love you. I'll see you in a bit.

Mwah!

I can't do this anymore, Trish.

Me, either.

But I don't know...

Know how to end it.

Did you sleep with her?

No

he wasn't ready to go, Deb.

I don't know if anyone's

ever really ready.

It should've been her.

I could've handled that.

I'm as stuck as she is.

Maybe it's just what happens.

I don't want to be stuck, Deb.

Me, either.

How did this happen?

How did we get here?

I guess we just let a lot of stuff

get between us.

Is it too late?

I don't know.

Will you try?

Do you know how proud i am of you?

Because of the microphone stuff?

I know how hard that must've been.

I was so disappointed, mom.

-I tried not to cry. -Oh, my baby.

I know.

That's why i snatched it at the end

because I knew it was my only chance to hold it.

You know I'm glad you did.

You think Mrs. e is mad that I did that?

No way. I think that Mrs. e is super proud.

Why?

Because stuff happened

and you handled it with dignity and grace.

Thanks.

Are you okay?

Yeah.

I think we all learned a lot from you today.

Well, that's good.

'Cause all I kept thinking about

was how I was gonna snatch that stinking mic.

Oh, you're so...

I am so proud of you.

-I love you. -I love you, too.

-Ma? -Who's that?

It's me, ma.

Hello, Trisha.

What's all this?

Your father's stuff.

What are you gonna do with it?

Give it away.

A truck is on the way.

Why?

Because he's gone,

and, and it's time we move on.

This box is yours.

I found some things i think he'd want you to have.

-Thanks, ma. -And,

I found some pictures of him for the girls,

so they can see him.

How are you, Debra?

-I'm okay, ginger. -That's good.

Ma, Deb and I bought a...

A stone for daddy today.

You don't waste any time.

We've wasted enough.

Um, I want you to see what we picked.

I can't do that, Trisha.

Ma, I want you to decide what to write on it.

-You decide. -It's not for me to do.

Look, I'm gonna put this here for you

to take a look at later.

All right? And we are gonna go home and get the girls.

So is there anything else you need me to do?

Okay, then.

Thanks, ma.

-Hey. -Hey.

So you got everything?

I hope so.

Well, um, how long do you think it's gonna take?

Uh, straight through 12 hours,

but I imagine we are gonna be taking

many many pee pee breaks along the way

so give or take a week.

Um, this is for you.

-You trying to make me cry? -No.

I just want you to make some amazing art.

Oh, and I...

-Are you kidding me? -No, this is for Joey.

It's just little.

Thanks.

I left something in the house for you.

Bye.

Bye.

Mommy!

That's cool.

That's really awesome.

Looks good, ma.

Does it Trisha?

As good as one of these can, i suppose.

That's my spot, i guess.

I'm gonna go get the girls.

Come on, girls, let's go.

- Finally. - Finally.

You ready, ma?

I guess so.