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14, 15, 16.

Whoo-hoo.

A new office chair-spinning record.

How do you feel?

So bad, but so good.

Remember.

Nausea is temporary, glory is forever.

Give me five.

Good girl.

- You two got a sec? - Yeah.

We're just finishing up some work, but sure.

Guess what I ordered that just arrived?

If it's a fart machine, I already told you no.

Well, I was hoping you were gonna guess dartboard.

Then I could say...

bullseye.

Ha. Bullseye.

I get it.

I didn't know we needed a new dartboard.

Oh, the last one got pretty chewed up.

But that's what happens when you--

Just can't miss.

Yup. Old Deadeye Hawkins.

The man never misses.

Pew-pew, pew-pew.

Hang on a second. He's showing us his dartboard.

Anyway, this is top-of-the-line.

Customized with the tavern's logo right on the top.

Oh, wow. That's so cool. Check it out.

Oh, yeah. I can see it from here.

It's a beaut.

Anyway, uh, I'd better run.

Promised Steve I'd help him.

Help him with what?

I know, right?

She seem a little weird to you?

Nah, I didn't notice anything.

She can't stand to be in the same room with you.

I thought you was gonna talk to her.

I am.

When?

I don't know.

Probably when she can stand to be in the same room with me.

Listen.

I know men your age have a hard time

talking about emotional stuff.

Men of any age.

Is Isabella important to you?

She is.

Then you need to get over it.

Talk about not wanting to be in the same room with somebody.

I know, right?

- ♪ You belong at Happy's Place ♪

Ah, spider!

- What? - Spider. Spider.

Wait, don't run over here. It may follow you.

- But I'm afraid of spiders. - Yeah, so am I.

OK. Well, what are we gonna do?

Because unless that spider can make drinks, we got a problem.

Ah.

OK, where's Takoda?

Oh, he won't be here for half an hour.

By then, everyone in this place could be dead.

OK, OK.

Gabby, you can do this.

Yeah.

It's just-- it's just a little spider.

No.

It was waiting for me.

And doing this.

Mm. Ooh, welcome back, Gabby.

Arachnids are so arrogant.

Well, I'm afraid of spiders, but I hate a bully more.

Step aside, Gabby.

Really? You're gonna kill it?

That's what I'm telling myself in my head.

I know.

A little bigger than I thought.

OK, um...

OK. Good. Good.

Is it dead, or just really clean?

It's stunned. OK.

Now all I have to do is...

catch. - Oh.

Ah. - Oh.

Oh, you did it. You did it.

You did it.

And in the most sanitary way possible.

You are a hero, Steve.

Yeah, come on. Yes!

I've never been a hero before.

It feels good.

Yeah.

You know what, Gabby?

Grab me a beer.

All right. What kind?

Root.

OK.

Diet.

No...

regular.

This is the first time I've ever been attracted to you.

Why are we having a staff darts tournament?

I don't mean to sound irritated,

but I just found out

we're having a staff darts tournament.

Isabella and Emmett need to get over being uncomfortable

around each other,

so I'm gonna force them together.

I'm so not into this.

OK, who's ready to take on the sharp-eyed sisters?

Well, actually, I'm already on a team.

Gabby and me.

I am so into this.

She picked me over everyone else.

Let's see that replay.

Not her, not him, not him, not him.

OK, listen up. this is a doubles tournament.

So Isabella, you and Emmett.

- Really? - Really.

I call Takoda.

He's the only one left.

I still consider it a compliment.

Don't worry, buddy. I killed a spider today.

Pretty sure I'm good at sports now.

You know, maybe I should just be Gabby's teammate.

Oh, my gosh.

Everybody wants me now.

OK, let's see the replay.

She-- - Let's not.

Isabella, you're gonna be with Emmett,

so why don't you two get us started?

Want to go?

No, go ahead.

No, why don't you start us off?

OK. All right, somebody throw a dart.

Yeah. Come on. Here we go.

Whoo. - Oh, nice try.

Wow. Way to go, girl.

Oh. - Bullseye.

- Whoo. - Oh, yeah.

- Yee-haw. - My turn.

This board is hot. - Come on, now.

I'm picturing my mother.

Got her.

I can skip therapy this week.

OK, my turn.

Oh, yeah. Whoo-hoo.

You like to go first?

No, no, no.

You go first, because now I am the closer.

Oh, my gosh.

All right. Come on, now.

Hey, batter, batter, batter, batter. Swing.

Now watch this, Takoda.

I'll make sure to lift with my legs,

now that I have to carry you.

Oh, man.

Oh.

Wow.

I know you only did that to make me feel better.

Yeah.

OK.

No worries. We're just getting started.

All right, Isabella and Emmett, you're up again.

Actually, you know what, Emmett?

You got this. Don't need me.

Nice try.

All right, tournament's not over yet, is it?

We didn't have time to come up with a cool handshake.

- Mm. - You know? Come on, hmm?

What's--what is-- it's not a job interview.

Come on, what--

Steve and Takoda win by default.

I could tell when it left my hand it was gonna be good.

It's like I was one with the dart.

You missed the board.

That's the first thing I missed all day.

Remember when Bobbie picked me over both of you?

That was fun.

Not as fun as when I killed a spider.

Let me know if you see one, Takoda.

I'll teach you how to do it.

No, I don't kill spiders. My people frown on that.

Wait, wait. Do you just release them?

Do your people really frown on that?

Because I say stuff like that all the time

to get out of things I don't want to do.

Oh, it's real.

We don't want to give Iktomi any reason to mess with us.

Wait, what are you talking about?

Who's Iktomi?

Iktomi's the Lakota trickster god.

He appears as a spider

and takes vengeance on those who have killed his kind.

Is it just spiders?

Because I killed a fly last week.

I mean, not on purpose.

I like to sing when I ride my bike.

Look, every culture has its own beliefs.

I'm supposed to wear yellow underwear on New Year's Eve

for good luck, but I refuse to let underwear dictate my year.

Look.

Forget I said anything about spiders.

You're not gonna forget, are you?

Of course I am.

I can't even remember what the trickster god's name is.

- Oh, I do. It's-- - Iktomi, I know.

Oh. I'm glad you jumped in.

I actually forgot.

Quick, grab me another root beer.

OK. Wait, are you sure?

Uh-huh. Beer me.

both: Iktomi!

Hey.

I'm writing in my diary about the darts tournament.

How do you spell "sucked"?

You know, it could have been a lot worse.

Nobody left with an eye patch.

By the way, putting me and Emmett on the same team?

Very subtle.

I just remember how close you two used to be,

and it breaks my heart.

Don't worry about it.

If we want to work it out, we'll work it out.

Oh yeah, that's what two thick-headed people

usually do, work it out.

Just leave it alone, Bobbie.

You don't know what you're talking about.

Mm, and how could we fix that?

I know. You could tell me.

It's this.

It's all of these.

What are they?

Letters to Happy.

Yeah?

Although I didn't know his name or where to send them.

Every Father's Day, I'd write another one.

Dear Dad, I'd write. Or hey, Daddy.

And I'd tell him things about me.

You know, ask him things about him.

Did he have a dog?

Did he like watermelon?

I told him I like rivers more than lakes.

Oh.

And wondered which he liked better.

I'd draw pictures sometimes.

Yeah, pictures of me.

And I told him I wanted to meet him.

That I really wanted to meet him.

And I signed it

your daughter, Isabella.

And then I put them in the box with the rest of them.

That's a wrong that'll never be made right.

I'm so sorry, Isabella. I wished I'd have known.

You didn't.

Mm-mm.

But Emmett did.

And I don't know why.

I--

I really don't know why

he couldn't have told Happy to do the right thing.

Just--just do what's right.

That's my problem with Emmett.

Well, then tell him.

Since when do you not tell people what you're thinking?

What good would it do, you know?

What's done is done.

Oh, we got a big problem with the food

and you need to fix it pronto.

What do you mean, we have a problem?

Mm-hmm.

You need to tell me what the problem is.

Oh, I will.

When I can stand to be in the same room with you.

Oh, aren't you clever?

Mm-hmm.

Look, you need to talk to Isabella.

She's wondering why you never tried to get Daddy

to stay in contact with her.

People seem to have forgotten that

I am not responsible for Happy's actions.

No one thinks that.

Why are you getting so defensive?

Because all my life, I have tried to do the right thing.

All my life.

And suddenly, I'm the villain.

Oh, Emmett. I don't think she thinks that at all.

She just wants to know why.

I thought I was protecting people.

When she showed up, I was less than welcoming,

and the person you protected was her.

Yeah.

So if the person you're protecting now is Happy,

he doesn't need it.

It's not him.

Takoda, can you cover for me in the kitchen for a little bit?

Oh, you got it.

I was protecting me.

But no more.

Good morning, Steve.

Is it? Is it a good morning?

Is it?

Well, it was.

First, I lost my keys,

then I hit a huge pothole on the way to work,

and now my car makes this gunka-gunka-gunka sound.

Ha.

My car makes all kinds of sounds.

Just turn the music up louder.

Well, that's not even the worst part.

Then a bird pooped on my hand.

Ugh.

Is this your trickster god?

I think that's just bird poop.

This isn't good luck, this is a curse.

A curse that needs soap and water and a bird flu vaccine.

OK, Takoda, you have to help him.

I don't know.

Steve's very specific about his hand-washing routine.

No. OK.

No, I mean can you help him get rid of that curse?

Well, Iktomi does accept apology dances.

OK, so there's-- there's an apology dance?

Yes.

You put your left arm in,

pull your left arm out,

you put your left arm in,

and you shake it all around.

That's the hokey-pokey.

I know. I tricked you.

Iktomi would be so proud of me.

Don't worry about it. I'll handle this.

OK.

I wonder what's next.

A lightning bolt, a hurricane, a friendly clown in a sewer?

Steve, all of those bad things that happened to you,

they could have happened to anyone.

Yeah, anybody Iktomi's trying to punish.

You know, I wish I'd told you about Shyamalan.

Who's that?

The deity that blesses those who hunt spiders.

Really?

No.

He's not a god.

That's my favorite director, M. Night Shyamalan.

Oh, Iktomi is loving me.

I don't understand what you're trying to say, Takoda.

I'm saying if I told you good things

were going to happen, you would have noticed good things.

But you told me bad things were gonna happen,

and that's all I was paying attention to.

Exactly. Does that help?

Well, there's only one way to find out.

Gabby? - Yeah?

Grab me a root beer.

Are you sure?

- Beer me. - All right.

It helped.

Hey.

Uh, these are for you.

Flowers?

Yeah, I couldn't find a card that said,

sorry I didn't help out with your absentee father.

You heard about that.

I did.

Look, Emmett.

I don't know if I'm ready to talk about this yet.

Well-- I'm not either.

But we're going to.

You mind?

I thought you didn't drink red wine.

Right now, I could drink rubbing alcohol.

So Happy and I only talked about you the one time,

and he only told me then because...

he had a decision to make.

What decision?

How much did your mom tell you about why

Happy didn't come around?

Not a lot.

She said she told him he had to go public about me

or stop coming around.

Oh.

Well, that's because you were asking questions about him

and she didn't want you to feel like you were an embarrassment.

Instead, I felt like I didn't mean anything to him.

No, no.

No, you meant the world to Happy.

And he was torn up about it.

And that's why he finally told me,

to ask what he should do.

- He did? - Yeah.

I told him it would destroy Bobbie and her mom.

So your pain, Isabella, it's my fault.

I mean, you gotta understand.

You were just a name to me.

And then you showed up and...

You weren't a name anymore.

You were this wonderful person that I hurt.

And I am so, so sorry.

And I don't--I don't blame you for hating me.

Oh, that's not the reaction I thought I'd get.

I think I understand now why you did what you did.

If Happy had made different choices,

then my happiness would have come at Bobbie's expense.

And that would kill me.

So...

you OK?

I'm still mad at Happy.

Look, I get that there were no good choices to make,

but he was responsible for that.

- Damn right! - Yeah.

His obituary would have been a hell of a lot different

if I'd have known all this was coming.

Yeah, my letters sure would have been a lot different.

Hey.

Let's write him another one.

- Really? - Damn right.

All right.

Start it off...

dear bastard.

Not dear.

Hey, bastard.

What's next?

Oh, love that.

Because of what you did,

you hurt a sweet, innocent child that didn't deserve it.

And put your best friend, who is a good man,

in a terrible position.

That bastard!

Bastard.

All right, everybody clear out.

Give me some room.

You heard the lady. Room.

You got this, all right?

Um, cool handshakes are so last year.

Oh, I thought we could figure one out for later.

- I'm so into that. - Good.

Fly straight, little fake arrow.

- Yeah. - Whoo-hoo.

Great shot. Wish I had time to celebrate.

Oh!

He's too busy hitting bull, baby!

Whoo-hoo!

I'm starting to regret y'all getting back together.

Good luck, Steve.

I don't need any luck,

because now I have something even better.

My new performance high-tech grip glove.

You hit board! Ah!