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- Oh man. - Wow.

I haven't been here since I was a little kid.

I thought you grew up here.

Like round the corner.

I knocked my tooth out on that step.

Got me brain damaged.

It's not New York but it's ours.

I think it's gonna be pretty sick.

Yeah?

- I could send for my drum kit? - No way.

No?

My uncle was a hoarder.

I didn't realise how much space there was in here.

It's peaceful.

I can just record an album out here so easily.

- Gracie! - What?

I found an office!

You can write your Great American Novel up here.

Whoa!

What?

It's alright. It's just a little rat situation.

We should get a cat.

You can write all day, every day. Nothing but the birds singing.

How did he die?

I don't know.

Here we are.

We need a broom.

Hey, hey, hey.

Hey!

Hey.

Hey! Where's your mommy?

Pumpkin, where's your mommy?

Oh, no!

Where's Mommy?

Oh, God.

Grace.

Mom wanted to stop by.

Oh?

I told her it wasn't a big deal. It's like a "us" thing.

And it's just for six months, anyway, so...

I just feel kind of bad,

'cause I think she just wants the company.

I don't mind her coming.

It's weird. It's like she doesn't know how to function any more.

She's still cooking for two people. Did she tell you that?

It's too sweet.

Yeah? No, it's nice.

He liked it.

A real mom would have baked a cake.

Want another one?

Why is it so fuckin' hot?

"Why is it so fuckin' hot?"

"Why is it so fuckin' hot?"

It's always hot.

Boy's asleep.

You wanna look?

How can you not give a shit about the stars, Grace?

Well, they make me feel like... nothing.

I like that they make me feel like I'm part of something bigger.

You like to feel like nothing?

No.

You know how many universes there are out there?

What are we doing in the different universe? Are we together?

Sure we are.

Am I a rock star?

Can you sing in a different universe?

Hey.

Yeah, I'm sure you're a rock star.

Do we fuck?

All the time?

Hey, what?

Do. We. Fuck?

Like rabbits.

Do you hear him?

No.

He's crying. Listen.

Grace, it's totally silent.

Am I boring you?

Not you. The universe. Who gives a shit?

...and a wild party mom...

I'm very well known as Big Bouncy, the over-the-hill party girl.

...swap lives for two weeks.

- I hope you survive. - Bye!

Nice to meet you.

Loretta's appearance, I don't think it's appropriate.

We are two worlds apart.

I've never seen anything good come out of alcohol.

I've never killed an animal before.

Oh, my God!

I'm talking!

I've never seen a more disrespectful child.

Does it feel like a girl?

What does a girl feel like?

If it moves more on the right, then you're probably having a boy.

You didn't wanna know?

Grace, I... didn't find out what I was having either.

I think that's nice.

You didn't find out 'cause you wanted a girl.

Ha, ha.

Oh, gosh. He forgets to drink.

- Harry, you gotta have a drink. - He's fine.

No, I wanted a baby. I wanted whoever was in there.

Yeah? And you got Jackson?

Unlucky.

I heard that, Auntie Jen.

Are you off your food, Grace?

- Leave her alone. - You didn't eat.

Being pregnant makes your stomach shrink.

That's bullshit.

It's sucking on you every minute of the day.

Then you'll be famished. I couldn't get enough in me.

That never went away, did it?

You can talk. What's your excuse?

Never had a baby in there but always ate as though you just dropped triplets.

You know, Grace, if you get a screamer...

She's not gonna get a screamer.

- Jackson was a screamer. - That's a lie.

Jackson was a sweetheart.

The point is, if you do, let the baby cry.

Just walk away from it. Don't let yourself get tired, stressed.

That's a horrible thing to say.

Slow fuckin' death.

If you're not at your best, it's no good for anyone, especially the baby.

And a crying baby doesn't mean it's in pain.

It's the only way they have of communicating.

No, it's not.

People only say that so they can walk away from their kid.

Anyway, all I do is take care of Harry.

- Barely. - If you need me...

- She doesn't. - ...we're just a walk away.

What you doing in here, Pop? Wanna watch the Grizzlies?

Wanna open some of those presents?

- Whose presents? - For the baby.

No, I gotta sort out these shoes.

- Okay. - They're the wrong ones.

They look good to me.

- You had enough to eat, Mom? - Honey, I'm stuffed.

Would you get your dad something to drink, please?

No more pie.

Well, I'm stuffed.

Can't stop eating. It's the same every holiday.

Well, you can. You've always been skinny.

Grace likes me lean. Don't you, baby?

You can starve in January.

What are y'all doing? Why are y'all here?

This is Frank's house.

It's his house.

Harry, this is Grace and Jackson's--

No, this is my brother's house.

Sweetheart, Frank's not here.

Get out of my brother's house!

Jackson.

Harry.

Harry!

Did you find the right size?

Hello.

Hello.

Is it a baby?

- A baby. - A boy?

I don't know. I think, maybe.

It is.

Oh?

Don't leave him to cry.

I won't.

You know, when he comes, he's a cat.

He's a bear and a baby.

And he's you, he's all of you. He's gonna be so funny.

Hi. Find everything you're looking for?

In life?

Any gas for your car?

- No. - Alrighty.

I love this stuff. Whatever they put in that powder, it's like magic.

It's two for six dollars if you want another.

- I'm good. - This one's four.

- And the other one is two. - I get it.

- No, thanks. - He's a boy, right?

He's so cute. Hi there, handsome.

Hi there, sweetie-pie.

- Does he have a name? - No.

We decided not to name him.

How old are you, sweetie? Wait. Let me guess.

I'm really good at this. About six months?

Why are you talking?

Do you ever think about what you're gonna say?

Or do you just open your mouth and blah, blah, blah, blah?

In about 30 seconds, I'll be gone. We don't need to speak.

Okay.

Alrighty.

Alrighty.

Alrighty. Alrighty. Alrighty.

- Hey. - Hey.

What you doing up, little bug?

I was bored.

You got bored, so you kept the baby up?

I got somethin' for you.

What the fuck, Jackson? You got a dog?

Got a dog.

Look at him.

We need a cat.

Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah.

Good dog. Good baby.

You're a good baby. Yes, you are.

Hey.

Come here.

Come on. Everyone but me.

Yeah.

Hey.

Wanna see some magic?

Wanna see a magic trick?

Gonna sit nice?

Yeah, sit.

That's a good boy.

That's a good boy.

Stir it up. You stir it up.

Second.

Magic.

Ready? We're ready to steer. Okay.

Ready to drive?

To the moon.

And a left to New York.

What is that? Do you feel that?

Where are you now?

In a burger place outside of Nampa. 84.

You're eating?

Mm-hm.

A burger?

Yep.

- Is it good? - Yeah, it's alright.

Well, what else have you been doing?

Working.

Uh-huh. What else?

Is everything alright?

I'm asking you about your day. This is a conversation.

- What have you been up to? - Nothin'.

Have you been writing?

I'll call you when I get closer, okay?

Well, are you gonna wanna eat?

Yeah, we can have dinner when I get back. It's gonna be kind of late, though.

Anything else for you?

What sounds good for supper?

How's the boy?

He's sleeping.

- Hey, darlin'. Here's your check. - Alright, talk later.

Thank you, baby.

Okay. Bye.

Pam?

Pam?

Pam?

Pam?

Fuck! Oh, goddammit.

Pam, what the hell?

You snuck in.

I didn't sneak.

I brought the baby.

- You brought the baby. - He's asleep.

- That's nice. - Yeah.

As long as you don't blow my brains out.

That thing loaded, Pam?

Oh, yeah. It's Harry's.

He used to sleep with it next to him.

Made him feel safe.

I don't know what to do with it now.

I don't know what to do with any of it.

I never do my hair.

It's pretty.

Harry likes it loose.

Yeah?

You sleeping at all?

Oh... you know.

Jackson says you've been sleepwalking.

Oh, yeah. That.

You get far?

Woke up on Culver Road screaming my head off.

Never done anything like that before.

Nothing seems real since...

since he died.

My brain just seems... chopped up.

Yeah. I'm your grandma. Yeah, I am.

It's so wonderful the two of you have taken on the house.

Mm-hm.

He was... such a happy little guy, Frank.

He shot himself?

- Uncle Frank? - Yes.

And you found him?

I did.

- That must have been awful. - Yes, I did. It was.

It was.

In the head?

In the head?

No.

- I can't... - Well, where, then?

The heart? Chest?

No.

- Legs, feet, back? - No.

- Arms? Stomach? - No, no.

Dick?

- Grace. - Ass?

Oh, my God. He shot himself in his own ass intentionally?

You know, he looks just like you.

- Uncle Frank? - No. The baby, you goose.

You think?

Yeah. Yeah.

Grace, you know, everybody goes a little loopy the first year.

- Yeah? - Yeah.

You and Harry have known each other your whole lives.

Of course you're gonna go a bit loopy.

No, no. I mean you.

After a baby.

My mother went nuts. Jen lost it.

I didn't feel myself for a while. But you'll... you'll...

You'll come back.

You know...

- if you're having a hard time-- - I feel fine.

We'll come again soon.

Thanks for the tea.

Who's pushing you?

Is that a ghost?

Red and yellow

And pink and green

Purple and orange and blue

I can sing a rainbow

Sing a rainbow

Sing a rainbow too

Listen with your eyes

Listen with your eyes

And sing everything you see

What the fuck do you want?

Cut your lip.

Cut it.

Woof, woof, woof. Boop, boop, boop.

Just gonna leave it?

He's your girlfriend. You clean it.

Nice.

He pissed on the floor too.

You should make better choices in who you bring home.

- Fuck's sake, Grace. - You're mad at me?

Why didn't you let him out, you whack job?

He's not my problem.

Just put him on his leash, take him out the back

until he gets used to where he is.

Yeah, I'm not gonna train your fucking dog.

- We have a baby. - No shit.

I can't have this... This place is a fucking hole.

- And you moved us into it. - I am working.

When I come home, I'm the one cleaning everything up.

Yeah, three days a week. Let me shower you in medals.

- Shut up. - You have an ashtray on the carpet.

- You don't think the baby's eating that? - Shut up.

Move us into the house where your uncle shot himself

up the fucking ass.

- Oh, my God. - Up the ass. Up the fucking ass.

- Stop. - I knew it. I knew it.

Why are your shorts undone? Why do you not have your shorts on?

- Shut up. - Jesus Chr--

Fucking sanctimonious dick.

You probably pissed on the floor. Blamed it on the dog.

It was your mangy dog. And "sanctimonious" means

you think you're morally superior to others, dummy.

- How's the book going, by the way? - Fantastic, thank you!

Your Great American Novel.

The main character's about to batter her husband to death with a hammer.

- Sounds like shit. - Well, you can't read, so...

Maybe if I spend a little less time with my hands down my pants

and a little more time writing,

maybe I'd write something, maybe.

My hands are down my pants

'cause you put your dick everywhere except there, asshole!

- You're gonna wake up the baby. - Now you're worried about the baby.

I'm always worried about the fucking baby.

- We're going for a drive. - No.

- Yes! We are. - No.

- Get in, Grace. - Fuck off.

- We need to talk. - We can talk here.

- Get in the fucking car! - Fucking no!

Jackson, I'm not leaving the baby.

Stop, stop, stop.

I'm not leaving the baby. Jackson!

- The baby's fine. - Stop! Stop! Stop!

You're a fucking... fucking asshole!

What is wrong with you?

- Seriously? - Give me the belt.

Oh, my God.

Don't you dare open the door.

Gracie.

I was just...

Hey, bud, don't...

Stop. Stop.

Look, okay, I... I just think

we need to have a schedule or somethin', or just...

I just wanna make a plan 'cause I...

Grace, I don't want you to think that I don't appreciate

everything that you do, I just...

Like, you're the glue, you're the one, you're the OG, but...

If you're not feeling good, then, I don't know,

maybe we should, like, talk about it.

I just want you to know that I'm here.

Having a baby is like the most monumental fucking thing and...

I get that, I want you to know how much I get that,

and if you wanna talk about it, then...

Can we turn this off?

What?

The music. Can we turn it off?

- It's a classic. - Okay.

I don't care. I hate it. I hate guitars.

- Since when? - Since forever.

What? That's insane. Who hates guitars?

You don't hate guitars.

Grace. I know what you're thinking, but that's just an old pack.

It's been there forever. You've seen them before.

- I've seen these before? - Yes.

Look, they're just... they're Greg's.

Wow, you and Greg are very, very close.

Stop it. Stop it. Stop it.

Stop it. Grace, stop being fucking annoying.

I'm coming!

I'm here, baby.

He's not breathing.

Funny.

Fuck it.

Harry?

Up.

Grace?

You have to shoot the dog.

What?

You have to shoot the fucking dog.

He's crying.

- Where the fuck did you find that? - A thing you love is suffering.

- Have you lost your mind? - You can solve it.

- Are you insane? - He's in pain.

- I'll go to the vets tomorrow. - They'll put him down.

Grace, please! I'm not gonna kill my dog. Okay?

How's your lip?

I'm sorry.

How do you start your days, Grace?

What do you mean?

Well, yoga?

Running? Hot water and lemon?

Writing?

What's happened with your writing?

I can't do it any more.

Why not?

- You know who's teaching yoga? - Who?

That neighbour of yours, Melissa?

She does it over the internet. She...

Maybe you could take a class with her?

I don't think that's yoga, Pam.

I'm pretty sure it is.

Well, it might be a relaxing thing for a young woman to do.

You're still so pretty, Grace.

Let me help you, sweetie.

Just with the baby, with... with the house, whatever you need.

Just give you more time to do other things.

- Alright. - You found some.

It's the good stuff, Mom.

I know this brand. This is the hot one.

- I'm going for a walk. I won't be long. - Grace?

- Grace! Can you hear us? - Grace!

Grace!

She took your baby and disappeared for hours.

Had you frantic.

And now she's not talking to you?

She just needs some time to herself. You know, I get that.

No, Jackson. She is not well.

Well, sometimes people aren't well, Mom.

Sometimes people need some time to adjust when things change.

Sometimes everybody just needs to have some fucking patience

and trust that things will get better.

Are you still sleepwalking?

I'm just trying to help.

Well, you are helping, Mom.

She just needs some space to... to write.

She says she can't.

It's just like, you know...

It's just writer's block or whatever, I guess.

No. I don't wanna get in.

Okay, there we are. Good job.

- Hi. - Alright, that's a big girl.

- That's a big girl. - I don't wanna go.

It's okay.

- Sorry to bother you. - Huh?

I think my car might have a flat tyre.

Would you mind just taking a look at it?

- Breathe. - No.

Look at Mommy. Hey, look at Mommy.

Babe, we don't have any time for this. No.

So, could you...

Okay. Yeah, sorry.

Put your leg in the car.

Alright?

When was the last time we had sex?

Rough guess.

I really couldn't say, Gracie.

Go on, take a stab.

I don't know. Like a month?

Try two and a half.

Well, things have been, you know.

And it was four in the morning, you were essentially asleep.

Grace.

And the time before that,

we were watching TV about that island thing,

and I was begging you, and you put a towel down.

Alright, alright, alright.

It used to be good, right?

It's still good, Grace.

It doesn't exist, Jackson. It's not a thing.

Alright, I'm gonna put more of an effort in.

Tonight?

- Okay. - You want me?

Yeah, I want you.

Say it again.

I... I want you, yeah.

- Before or after dinner? - Grace, man.

- Just have a fucking opinion. - Jesus fucking Christ!

When we get home?

Yeah.

You'll fuck me when we get home?

Yeah.

In the car?

If you like.

We used to fuck in the car all the time, remember?

I'll unbuckle, I'll come over to your seat and you'll fuck me?

Yes.

Yes.

Come on. My mom's right there.

Fuck me quickly, then.

I don't...

Grace, come on. I'm just kinda...

You impotent piece of shit.

You useless fucking faggot!

You're fucking insane. Fucking insane.

Is everything okay?

- Open the door. I need to use it. - Piss outside.

I don't need to piss.

Shit in a bush. I don't care.

Oh, God, Grace!

Grace!

I don't wanna shit in a bush. I want... I wanna shit in the toilet.

Come on, it's coming out.

Come on.

It's gonna be all over the floor.

I'm starting to smell it. Quick.

Thank you.

Jesus Christ.

No running, please.

- Hi. Hey! Come on in. - Hey.

Greg!

Yeah. Greg said we have enough food to feed a village.

Well, that's what we've got, right?

Well, you can add these, I guess. They fell over in the car.

They looked better before.

What happened to your fingers?

I burnt them trying to bake you a cake.

- Hey, man. - There you are. Welcome, buddy.

- Good to see you. - You too, man.

- Hi. - The place looks great.

He's such a beautiful baby.

- Jack, let's get you a drink. - Does he want a snack?

- Sure. Whatever the kids are having. - Okay. No allergies?

No. I don't think so.

Who's a sweetie-pie? Here's Jack's boy.

Did you guys see this?

So do you think you'll have another one?

Yeah. Pregnant now.

Cookin' up twins.

What happened to your hands?

You should see the wall.

Yeah, I have two kids, and...

two is a lot, if I'm being honest.

Seems like it.

Babies, though, babies are hard.

Nobody talks about that enough.

It's all anyone talks about.

It changes you.

I think I nearly lost my mind for the first six months.

When do you think you'll be getting it back?

You know, postnatal depression is so much more common than people think.

- What do you do for work, Grace? - I don't.

I'm stuck between wanting to do something

and not wanting to do... anything at all.

Hang on. Cheryl mentioned that you're a writer.

That's cute. That must be nice.

Something you can squeeze around a baby.

- Yeah, I don't do that any more. - Why not? Stuck for inspiration?

I'm sure it'll come back.

Grace?

Grace!

Oh, my God!

Jackson? Jackson? Look at me, okay? Hey.

- Can you breathe? - Somebody get some water.

- Jackson? - Let me call someone.

- What, your chest hurts? - Yeah.

- You can breathe. Breathe with me. - I think it's them at the door.

Yeah. See?

Yeah, you're okay. You're okay.

He's okay.

It's just kind of a wake-up call, you know.

We need to look out for each other, Grace.

I am getting really stressed.

About what?

No one took our pastries. You see that?

Well, there was a ton of food.

- It's rude. - They weren't being rude. Come on.

You know what's rude, Grace?

Getting into a pool full of kids in your fucking underwear.

That's what's rude.

You embarrassed me.

You embarrassed us.

Grace. Grace!

Goddammit!

Fuck me. Jesus fucking Christ.

Don't ever do that again.

Alright?

When Amelia was a little girl,

she liked to imagine she could stretch her wings

and fly like a bird.

One day she got to ride on an airplane

and liked it so much she didn't wanna ever come down.

The world looked so small,

the houses and cars were like toys.

They flew for thousands of miles.

Over oceans and jungles.

Some people thought they were crazy.

But Amelia wasn't afraid of having a thousand adventures.

So she flew on like a bird, further than anyone had gone before,

never to return.

What the fuck?

You wanna get married?

Yeah. Yeah, fuck, yeah.

Oh, my God. Really?

Kiss me.

Grace.

Kiss me. Kiss me.

I don't know where Jackson is.

Let's go find that no-count husband of yours.

Wow.

Hello. This is the bride in the bridal suite.

I was wondering if I could get a bucket of ice sent up to my room.

We've got an ice machine on your floor

at the end of the corridor there.

What's your name?

Charlie.

Charlie, would you mind getting it for me, please?

I'm a little indisposed.

We don't bring up ice, ma'am.

Okay.

Are you still there?

Yes, ma'am. Is there anything else I can help you with?

Well, my husband is at the party downstairs.

Our wedding.

And I think it would be really nice

if the champagne was cold for him when we came up.

I understand.

I'm just trying to be a good wife.

Yes. Sorry, but I can't help with that.

You have a really beautiful voice, Charlie.

Thank you, ma'am.

The beast in me

Has had to learn to live with pain

And how to shelter from the rain

And in the twinkling of an eye

Might have to be restrained

God help the beast in me

Must have been about three.

My parents and I went down to the beach.

They must have been reading, or maybe they fell asleep.

And I had my feet in the water, and then this girl came up to me.

She must have been about ten,

but to me she seemed, you know, like a... like a grown-up.

And she took my hand and we walked for a while.

She bought me an ice pop.

People would say how cute we were.

It was really nice.

And then as my parents realised I was missing,

and my mom was crying

and my dad was really angry,

and I remember just thinking,

"I wish you weren't mine.

"I wish I didn't belong to you."

Where are your parents now, Grace?

They died in a plane crash.

- How old were you? - Ten.

It must have been terribly difficult.

Like, perhaps you have some abandonment issues.

Which makes it hard for you to safely attach to people.

Your husband. To your son.

I don't have a problem attaching to my son.

He's perfect.

It's everything else that's fucked.

Hi.

Hi, baby.

I missed you.

What?

You got a rental?

No, it's ours. I got it off Greg.

With what money?

Don't worry about it. He's taking care of us.

You like it?

Yeah, it's cool. Big.

Turn this up. I love this song.

Thought you didn't like guitars.

When did I ever say that? I love guitars.

Will you stay in our lovers' story?

If you stay, you won't be sorry

'Cause we believe in you

Soon you'll grow, so take a chance

With a couple of kooks hung up on romancing

Will you stay in our lovers' story?

If you stay, you won't be sorry

'Cause we believe in you

Soon you'll grow, so take a chance

Doing alright there, bud? Come on, now.

He's so cute.

I love his little hat.

He's not really a fan. Are you, buddy?

I babysit a kid just like him. Yours is cuter, though.

- Has he been in the water yet? - No, not yet.

We could take him to the edge. Do you think he'll go with us?

Yeah. You're very social, aren't you?

We can make him a castle if he wants.

If we go just there, we'll be in sight.

Wanna go with 'em, buddy?

Play with me? What's his name?

- Harry. - Come on, Harry.

What is that?

Yeah, fuck, yeah.

Stop it!

You kept saying sorry when you were sleeping.

When I came in, you were saying it.

What are you sorry about?

I don't remember.

Do you think you need to apologise for anything?

No.

Do I have to get up?

No, Grace. You don't need to do anything.

I can just stay in bed?

If that's what you want.

It's you.

How are you?

Everyone misses you.

Coming in, babe?

Yeah.

Fixed it up a little bit.

Looks nice.

Yeah.

You're so beautiful, Grace.

Oh, Grace. You look so well.

- It's so great that you're home. - You look so healthy.

Thanks.

Sometimes all we need is just a little breath, right?

You know what? You and Jackson are really lucky to have each other.

Yeah.

- Grace, it is so good to see you. - You too.

- You look so well. - Thank you.

No, but, really, like, you just look so much better.

You too. You look a lot better.

- All good here? - Yeah, doing great.

We're both doing a lot better than we were.

- You having a good time? - The best.

- That's good. - And I'm just so grateful to you.

For taking care of everything. And painting the house.

- Taking care of the baby. - That's sweet.

Having me fucking committed. You're just the best.

- Okay, Grace, come on. - But I mean it.

- Please. Don't do this. - Thank you.

Don't do what?

I shot a dog! It was in pain.

We came to be and we ran amok!

May we live long and die out.

Yes. May we live long and die out.

Grace.

Pam.

Grace.

Leave her be, Jackson.

Grace!

Where are you, Grace?

I'm right here.

You just can't see me.

I can't go back.

I love you.

I love you.

Perfect driving tune right here from John Prine.

I can try harder.

She don't like her eggs all runny

She thinks crossin' her legs is funny

She looks down her nose at money

She gets it on like the Easter Bunny

She's my baby, I'm her honey

I'm never gonna let her go

He ain't got laid in a month of Sundays

Caught him once And he was sniffin' my undies

He ain't too sharp But he gets things done

Drinks his beer like it's oxygen

He's my baby, I'm his honey

Never gonna let him go

In spite of ourselves

We'll end up sittin' on a rainbow

Against all odds

Honey, we're the big door prize

We're gonna spite our noses Right off of our faces

There won't be nothin' But big old hearts dancin' in our eyes

Enough.

Grace!

Grace!