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On September the 5th, 1977,

NASA launched the spacecraft Voyager.

Destination unknown.

Its only cargo a set of records

curated by American astronomer Carl Sagan.

The collection was designed to last a billion years

and potentially give extraterrestrial life

a glimpse at humankind.

The records were printed in gold-plated copper

to prevent corrosion,

and included international music,

greetings in 59 languages,

the crashing of an ocean wave,

wind through an oak tree,

whale calls,

the human heartbeat,

and the sound of a kiss.

At around 12:15 p.m., Central Standard Time,

just as Voyager approached the edge of our solar system,

back on Earth, in an unremarkable suburb,

Don Truby was attempting to log onto BangBus.com,

a pornographic website featuring young actresses

in the roles of helpless hitchhikers.

However, the accumulation of malware

Don gave a brief thought to masturbating

using only his imagination,

but the sheer quality and variety of the Internet

had left his brain an inferior substitute.

In order to access

the limitless fountain of pornography

that he had become accustomed to,

Don would have to use the only remaining computer

in the house.

The one belonging to his 15-year-old son.

Y-O-U...

P-O-R-N.

Don had purchased the computer for his son's birthday.

It was meant for homework.

Jesus.

He couldn't help think back to his own childhood

when he discovered his father's

secret stash of magazines

while searching for a bicycle wrench

in the garage.

He felt a sadness about not being a part

of that moment for his son.

A moment he considered to be

an intrinsic part of growing up.

Almost a passing of the torch.

Good afternoon, teachers and students...

Just a reminder to all students...

Like many Texas high schools,

the pride of East Vista was their football program.

The key to their junior varsity team winning district

was sophomore running back Tim Mooney,

a one-man scoring machine

that had carried them to victory as a freshman.

Hey.

Of all the posters in this school,

I thought it was an improvement.

You think this is funny?

"DTF?"

I know what DTF means.

Tim? Come on back.

I just thought about it a lot and

sports just sort of seem a little

pointless.

Sports are not pointless, Tim.

These are the best years of your life!

You don't just throw God's gifts away like that.

Well...

But that's why you need football right now.

We need you on the team.

Have you told your father?

Yeah, yeah, he knows.

Look. We know you're having a tough year.

I'm sure everything with your parents...

I'm sure your mom left a mighty big hole

in your life at home.

How about I have a word with your teachers

about easing up on your homework?

How's that sound?

You are seriously skinny this year.

Thanks. I went on this super diet over the summer.

In my opinion it worked. I mean, you look really great.

I tried not eating one summer, but

my boobs dropped a size, so I quit.

Can't be having that.

You and Danny are so cute together.

Thanks! Right?

Have you guys hooked up yet?

Yeah! Yeah. I mean, like, a little.

You know I'm not, like, a total slut.

It's a new era for women, okay? Just because

I'm comfortable with my body

and enjoy hooking up doesn't make me a slut.

Just this older guy I met when my mom and I were in Florida.

Yeah, okay.

Check it out.

- Was it gross? - No.

It wasn't that bad. It was kind of salty, I guess.

Did you let him, like,

you know, finish in your mouth?

- Allison! - Uh...

Yeah. How else would I know it was salty?

Why would you even have him take a photo?

I need to know what my audience is seeing.

Anyways, I'm just saying, it's... It's like, uh...

There's like a natural progression.

And if you don't sleep with somebody soon

you're gonna be completely retarded in bed when

you're a junior and it counts.

My mom's here!

See ya, bitches!

Hi, baby!

Oh!

New outfit?

Another request came in today,

so I stopped at Hot Topic.

It's cute, right? Ooh!

Okay, you've read through every solitary interaction

I've had on every single website, Mom.

I think I'm safe from "the predators."

Oh, really? What is this?

"U R hawt." Who is Derrick G.?

Um...

A friend of a friend? He's an adult.

So? I can't help if some random guy

finds my picture cute. Jeez.

I can.

Are you serious?

Well, now we don't have to worry about him

Yeah, I'd really hate to get any more compliments, Mom.

It could really do a lot of permanent damage.

Honey, you know I just do this to keep you safe.

Whatever.

I love you, sweetie.

I love you, too.

Okay, let me see your phone.

During these weekly spot-checks,

Brandy would divulge every username and password

she employed online.

As an additional precaution,

Patricia installed a device that monitored

and recorded every keystroke her daughter ever made.

We got six new subscribers today.

That's awesome!

The website had been the idea

of a local talent agent.

Each time she received an email or a new subscriber,

Hannah felt a little bit more like a celebrity.

You sure you're comfortable? Yeah.

Okay. Here we go!

Hey, Dad.

Tim Mooney quit.

No kidding?

Brutal.

What kind of mother abandons her family

for California?

I've got, like, a pretty hard test tomorrow

so I'm gonna go study.

Yeah, "studying."

What are you talking about?

You know, you're gross. He's 15.

That's all I did when I was 15.

Yeah, that I believe.

So, how you feeling?

About what?

Oh, stop, he's right there.

He can't hear us.

What, right now?

It's been almost two months. No, it hasn't!

Last time was after that barbecue at your sister's.

Okay, fine. We'll do it tomorrow.

But it's gotta be quick.

Don't worry, it will be.

Chris Truby began surfing pornography

at the age of 10

with a simple search of the word "boobs."

This somewhat innocent query led to a series of clicks,

and within an hour of his first search,

Chris was watching a short video entitled

"Titty Fucking Cum Queen."

He might have thought this video to be unusual

had it not already been viewed by three million others.

By age 15,

Chris found it difficult to achieve an erection

without viewing a level of deviance that fell

well outside societal norms.

Hey, baby. You're going to listen to everything I say

and follow all of my instructions. Understand?

Now, grab that cock.

Mmm. Don't squeeze too tight. Not yet.

There she is! Practice run late?

Shepherd's pie. Yup, we got your favorite.

Uh, I'm gonna do my homework. I'll grab something later.

I'll make her up a plate.

Here you go, sweetie.

Thank you. Dig in.

Let me know if you want seconds.

So did you clean up her Internet?

Yes, honey, I cleaned up her Internet.

Since quitting football,

Tim had invested over a thousand hours

with his guild-mates on various dungeons.

An incomprehensible amount of time

for his father to imagine.

A man who had been a first-string tailback himself,

Kent had nurtured his son to play

since his fledgling days in pee-wee.

Football served as a common language

for which they had no substitute.

Remember when you saw her

for the first time?

Kissed her lips?

Touched her soft skin?

Do you remember when you said "I do" and meant it?

Well, we do, too.

But at AshleyMadison.com,

we know that nothing lasts forever.

And so if you are ready, if you are truly ready,

then we are happy to bring you back to those

"Remember When" experiences

with someone new, someone exciting,

someone anxious to rekindle their own.

AshleyMadison.com.

Ugh.

On September 27th, 2013,

after 36 years of space travel,

the Voyager finally exited our solar system

and entered uncharted territories.

But not before taking this photo of Earth

from 3.7 billion miles away.

Yes, this is us.

Who are you texting?

Just a friend from school.

Uh-oh, "just a friend from school"?

I think my daughter is texting a boy.

So what's his name?

I'm pretty sure you can let me text

without the inquisition.

Look who's back for more.

I know what's been going through that

dirty little mind of yours.

Have you been following my instructions

like a good little boy?

Good.

Um, hi!

Hi! Hi, what is all this?

We're doing a national talent search for kids,

ages 6 to 16,

who have an interest in acting.

Oh.

Do you have any performing experience?

This is, like, perfect!

The application includes

just standard profile information.

And we are also going to want her to write an essay

on where she sees herself in 10 years.

Hannah knew that her future would include

a large house with a swimming pool in Los Angeles,

an expensive car with tinted windows

to prevent paparazzi from snapping photographs

as she went shopping,

and an attractive boyfriend who would be famous,

but perhaps not quite as famous as her.

She mentioned all of this in her essay.

You were so pretty up there!

How cool would that be!

To, like, actually be on a TV show?

Pretty cool.

When I think of all the auditions and rejection

and dinners and drinks when I lived in LA...

For you, it could be as simple as filling out a form.

Uh...

Hey, what's up?

Um...

Nothing. I just thought I'd sit with you, if it's okay.

Yeah...

Okay.

So that took courage.

It's no big deal. I just came over and sat down.

I mean quitting football.

Oh.

Yeah, I guess so.

How'd you know about that, anyway?

Seriously?

Like, everybody knows.

There's an article and everything.

Why... Why'd you quit?

I just realized...

It didn't matter.

Well, just like that?

Do you know Pale Blue Dot by Carl Sagan?

Uh...

I've heard of Carl Sagan.

It's just... It's about how...

We're just made up of

billions of molecules.

Like, the same molecules that have been around

since the Big Bang.

And they'll be around until eventually

the universe crunches into nothing.

I find that comforting.

Okay.

The actions of, like, Hitler, Gandhi,

Jesus Christ, mean absolutely nothing, then...

It's no big deal if I don't play football.

It's no big deal if I come over here

and I sit at your table.

There were many other things that Tim wished

to share with Brandy.

Most notably, that his mother had left him

and his father for California

at the beginning of the summer

and had kept in touch mainly through Facebook.

But he resisted.

While he knew, cosmically, that nothing mattered,

he also realized that something about

talking to Brandy did matter,

at least to him.

And this was enough.

So, what do you think the chances are of Timmy coming back out?

Yeah, I don't know.

His heart just didn't seem to be into it, you know?

I'm hoping it's a phase, but

this divorce has been, you know,

it's been rough on both of us.

I know you have no perspective,

fresh wounds and all, but

right now you can hit anything.

Yeah, well... I'm just not in the hitting mood, you know.

Oof! What a waste.

Red, red, go, white, white!

White, white. Go, red, red!

Red, white.

Cute.

Red, white, white, all together, let's fight!

Go red, red...

God!

Hope you can make it, ma'am.

Ready? Hut.

Hey!

Hey, you were, uh... You were pretty awesome out there.

- Thanks. - You're cute, too.

Shouldn't have been that close.

All right, guys, hey. Here we go.

What I want you to do is look at this number

and tell me what it means to you.

Yeah, go ahead.

It's the day the terrorists attacked

the World Trade Center?

That's right, Regina.

Other than the attack on Pearl Harbor,

it's the only time a foreign force attacked anything

on U.S. soil.

So what I want you to do is, I want you to pair off

and you're gonna find someone to interview

that remembers that day.

All right, on Friday, we're gonna give a presentation

on how that day changed our country.

Allison Doss had developed a crush

on Brandon Lender in seventh grade.

It had been her greatest hope

that he would be her first kiss.

Brandon remained the object of Allison's affection

despite having once said, within earshot,

"I'd fuck her if I could find the hole."

Mmm, watch me.

I can tease you right back.

Mmm.

Mmm...

Perky.

No tattoos.

Pussy is...

So, Liz, I'm hoping you got a chance to implement

some of the Internet safety protocol

we talked about last week.

Um, yeah.

Uh, I think we're doing good. I think my kids are safe.

So, you have all your daughter's passwords?

Oh, hi.

Sorry to interrupt.

Uh, my name's Kent.

Is this about the video games and stuff?

Oh, yeah, have a seat. Hi, Kent. Welcome.

Donna, why don't you tell us what brought you here tonight?

Thanks. Um, well,

my daughter is getting to an age

where she's starting to develop.

And, you know, I was just wondering, um,

what the laws were about

what you can and can't post on the Internet.

That's an excellent question. Because in our state,

the laws are far more lenient than they should be.

They are? Yeah.

If someone is sending photos to your daughter...

Well, um...

Yes, but I'm also actually wondering about if...

If she were to send her own.

Like, if she were to take a picture of herself

in a bathing suit

or underwear or, you know...

Oh, I see.

Donna, I know our kids aren't thinking about their futures.

Hannah's very driven.

I bet she is.

Before you go, I want to give you a pamphlet

about the dangers of selfies.

Great.

- Thanks, that's helpful. - Okay.

Okay. Um...

Uh...

Did you guys know anyone who was, um, inside?

Like, in it? Like actually inside one of the buildings?

No...

We had friends who were in New York,

but no one got hurt.

Somehow that didn't make it any less scary.

Um, how...

How did you guys, like, find out

that 9/11 was happening and everything?

Oh, yeah, did you get a text or what?

No. There were no texts.

The reason we got cell phones

was to make sure we could get ahold of each other

in case it ever happened again.

Yeah, that's when everything changed.

Yeah.

Okay. Where... Where was I?

You were in your room. Sleeping.

We didn't know if we should wake you.

Yeah, we wanted to hide it from you as long as possible.

And what were you guys doing?

Honey?

Want to take this one?

Yeah, we were, uh,

getting ready for work.

I'm pretty sure that we need some poster board

or something to put this on.

Uh, yeah.

But not, like, with the Twin Towers

blowing up or whatever or anything.

No, I don't know, with like some, uh, police officers or

firemen. Totally patriotic.

I like that one.

He's hot.

Gonna have to clear my history after this.

What kind of things you got hidden in your history?

Oh, you know, just photos and things for

inspiration.

Shit. I gotta go.

Well, I'll just

finish this.

Here.

Bookmark this shit for the next time

you need inspiration.

And, Kent?

You said something about video games?

Uh, yeah, my son's pretty into them.

They're very dangerous.

It doesn't matter what you read,

how many studies claim that they're harmless,

I can show you better studies that claim the contrary.

Well, he's on the computer a lot.

Guild Wars, I think?

That's one of the worst ones.

A couple in China played Guild Wars so much

they neglected their baby and it died of dehydration.

I'm sure that's, uh, an extreme example, no?

I can show you how to uninstall the game.

Uh, you know, I was really just looking to see if

you knew what the game was like.

I do know what it's like, Kent.

It's a virtual world.

Your son has created an avatar of himself.

An avatar is an icon

I saw the movie, yeah. Or a representation...

Well, then you know that an avatar is often

demonic or evil-looking.

When he's plugged in, your son

thinks that that world, the world of Guild Wars,

is the real world.

Our world doesn't matter anymore.

His friends don't matter.

School doesn't matter.

You don't matter.

"All I know is, you don't matter, Kent."

I don't matter! "You don't matter."

"Your truck doesn't matter. Your son doesn't matter!

"And that is why I have installed a camera

"in my daughter's brain and a seven-digit PIN code

"on her vagina.

"And if you'd like, I can show you all how to do it."

Hey, um...

Do...

Do you want to go out to dinner or something or...

Or drinks?

Or coffee?

Or what?

I think I went through everything

you could do on a first date.

A date.

Is that cool? Yeah.

Yeah? Yeah.

Hey, buddy.

How's it going? Hey, Dad.

Did you, uh...

Did you have a good night?

Yeah, we just did a dungeon.

Oh.

Did you win?

Yeah.

All right, well...

Don't stay up too late, okay?

Okay. All right.

It's weird, huh?

How long ago that all seems?

Mmm.

Yeah, a school report.

How old are we?

I love you.

I love you.

You remember what we were doing that morning, right?

Yeah.

Come on.

Do you ever get nervous?

About what?

No.

I just think 'cause...

How come you didn't respond to my message?

What message?

I wrote you on Facebook, like...

Listen, you can be honest with me.

Are you sure it was me?

Yeah, pretty sure.

Fuck. What?

Uh, my mom.

She checks my Facebook, my emails, my texts.

She must have just deleted it before I even saw it.

Isn't that, like, against the law or something?

She thinks she's protecting me.

Is she watching us right now?

No. She just tracks me online.

Seems a little psycho.

Um...

I have a secret.

A Tumblr account.

And it's, like,

the only place I can go to where I can just be myself.

It's not even really me. Sometimes I just

cut and paste stuff from other sites or

write something just to see

what it feels like to type the words.

How does it make you feel?

At first,

it's kind of like I'm wearing a costume.

And then,

after long enough,

I...

I just forget that it's not me.

Um...

Here.

Nobody knows about it. Not even my mom.

So if you get a message from that account,

you know it's me.

My mom ran off to California

with this douchebag named Greg Cherry.

They just got engaged.

She hasn't told my dad.

It's fucked.

Well,

I'm sorry.

Hey, ladies. Oh, my God. Fuck off.

I didn't know your brother was friends with Brandon Lender.

Oh, yeah. I guess.

I mean, they're both starters on the varsity squad

or something, so, I don't know.

He's a big old bitch, if you ask me.

Oh, they're both bitches.

Yeah. Wasn't Brandon a total dick to you last year?

That was last year.

I mean, we were freshmen.

And now you're smokin'.

He done fucked up. Oh, my God, who cares!

Let's just watch Breaking Amish. Please?

I'm gonna go to the bathroom.

Okay, we literally watch that every time we come over.

Uh, yeah, Brooke, we're gonna keep watching it

till my DVR wears out and dies.

I don't even know why they make other TV shows anymore.

Hey. Hey.

Where's everybody else?

They went to the store. They needed mas beverages.

You can sit down if you want.

A Biggest Loser diet or some shit over summer, huh?

Just kind of started watching what I ate.

Yeah? Well, it shows. You're, like, a serious piece.

Have you hooked up with anyone yet?

A little.

Yeah? Totally could now.

Cool. Thanks.

Wait, um...

Should we...

Like... Oh, yeah. So, uh,

the first time, it's gonna hurt a little bit, but

it's just something you kinda have to do

to get it over with. You know what I'm saying?

Right. Um...

Maybe we should just, like, you know...

Okay, look. We can stop if you want,

but eventually you're gonna have to do it.

But I'm not like a rapist or some shit, so...

Okay.

No, no, it's okay.

Okay. Yeah.

I'm gonna head out and see my sister

this afternoon.

You know how she gets with all her complaining,

she'll probably want to talk my ear off

until we're both drunk on red wine and pass out.

So I think I'll just end up staying the night.

Just want to give you a heads up.

Okay.

Maybe...

I'll call Kent, go out

for some beers tonight. Yeah.

You haven't done that in a while.

I'm sure he could use the company.

Good idea.

Yeah, I should be able to get something like that

together for you immediately.

Thank you.

Okay.

Okay, thank you. Talk soon.

I'm gonna be on TV!

First they need a video of you doing

some acting, cheerleading,

stuff around the house...

Mom, this is it.

Well, honey, it's a next step.

Despite days of trying,

Chris Truby struggled to become fully aroused

while navigating Hannah Clint's website.

He couldn't imagine suggesting

the kinds of explicit fantasies

he had witnessed online to her,

and feared he had come to rely on them.

In an effort to fix

what should come naturally to any 15-year-old boy,

Chris employed a technique designed to help men

reassociate arousal with traditional intercourse.

So, I was gonna go to Lauren's house to watch a movie.

Now?

Yeah. It's late.

Well, how're you gonna get there?

I was just gonna take my bike.

No, I'll take you.

You seem like you're doing important work.

I don't wanna distract you or anything.

I can just go.

Okay.

Okay.

But take your phone, honey.

So I can track you.

Got it.

Ooh. Okay.

Angelique?

Angelique?

Are you "BoredWife"?

Yeah.

Hi. Hi.

"SecretLuvur"?

Oh, God. At your service.

You must be Don. Hi.

You're cute.

Thank you.

Do you want to sit, Don?

Okay. Sure.

I don't really know how this is all supposed to go down.

Well, we can finish our drinks

and then we can go on our date.

I'll have a cosmo.

Excuse me. The lady would like a cosmo.

I heard her.

So much for incognito. Yeah, right?

Have you never done this before?

No, I don't do this kind of thing.

No, no, no.

I...

I mean, is this what we're... Is this okay?

Oh, you're more than okay.

I know you said that on the phone,

but a lot of guys just say that.

Why? Why would they do that?

They think it makes me feel special.

That's just so weird.

I don't know. I mean, maybe this is just too crazy.

No, no, no, look, look.

I don't want you to think that you have to do

anything tonight.

There are no rules to this kind of thing.

But you seem really nice.

And you're fine as hell.

It is, isn't it? It's your first time.

Isn't it obvious?

You want to go upstairs? Thank you.

So, um,

you're a photographer?

Hmm?

I see you, um,

taking photos at the games and stuff.

Mmm.

No, it's just a hobby.

We use the photos on Hannah's acting website.

Oh.

Well,

she's lucky she has a mother

who's, you know, "in the business."

Tell me about it.

I got my first headshots by this guy

up in Garland. Yeah.

What a creep.

Told me not to forget my swimsuit and aerobics outfit.

I hope you told him to fuck off.

I wish.

I was 18. I didn't know.

I hate those photos.

Well, at least, you know,

Hannah has someone to keep her out of trouble, right?

Yeah.

I suppose.

She's actually up for this reality show.

Wow.

Yeah. It's kind of a talent search.

Could be fun. Yeah.

It's in Hollywood, so if she gets it

maybe she'll meet her father.

He was this producer that I met

when I went out there to be a star.

Oh, yeah, got it.

I came back five months pregnant

with this Mercedes that he bought me

and a monthly child support check.

To be fair, he never missed a payment on either of them. Mmm.

Hollywood's loss, I guess.

Isn't that where Lydia moved? Yeah, she's, um,

going out with some, uh,

guy named Greg Cherry.

Really, I mean "Greg Cherry"?

What kind of name is that, you know?

It's a pretty lame one. It is.

So when did you start thinking differently about her?

Honestly?

I know this is gonna...

Sound like a pickup line or something, but, um,

meeting you was kind of a big deal for me.

I mean, um,

you know, for the past year

pretty much every night I'd just

go to bed and watch TV and

wonder what she was doing.

But for the past week,

I go to bed and wonder what you're doing.

I'm sorry. That was way too much, wasn't it?

No.

It was actually pretty great.

I've slept with guys for less.

Oh.

Sorry.

Do you wanna hear about what I do for a living or something?

You can tell me if you want to.

I'm an account services manager at Stanley.

And what does an account services manager do?

I coordinate

daily service sales activities

regarding distributors.

I also, uh,

manage relationships with various accounts and

I occasionally assist with marketing programs relating to

distributors.

It sounds really complicated.

Nah, it isn't.

Oh, wow.

You have such a huge dick!

Don presumed his penis to be

of an average size.

If his dick had, in fact, been huge,

he would probably have heard about it by this point.

Oh.

You like that?

Do you?

Yeah.

What's the matter?

You a scared little girl?

A little.

No.

I'm excited.

I want it.

Where do you want it?

In my mouth.

Mmm...

Maybe half of it?

No.

I want it all.

I want...

I want that big penis of yours.

Um...

That's right. I want it. I want your dick.

Oh, attagirl.

I want you to destroy me with your big fucking cock.

Oh, fuck, yeah.

You still in here?

Yes, I am.

You've been at it for hours.

I know.

I can't find anything. We're lucky.

Then maybe you should

take it easy on her for a while.

Maybe I'll just call her and make sure

everything's okay at Lauren's, and then I'll...

You just checked her entire computer, right?

Doing whatever it is you do, checking her email or MySpace.

You said yourself she's clean as a whistle.

Just let her be a teenager tonight.

That was cool.

Yeah.

Was that okay? Yeah, you were great.

So, you still have a little over half an hour left

if you want to take a break, go again...

You think maybe we could just

lie in the bed together and maybe you put your head

on my chest or something?

Yeah, that's fine.

Damn, baby, that was something.

Call me tomorrow.

Hey.

She never called.

What?

That's weird.

Maybe there's something wrong with my phone.

I should call my mom and make sure she's okay.

Relax. Maybe she's having sex or something with your dad.

Huh.

Next weekend is our arch-rival, Irving.

We want a sea of red and blue

when we go up against the Aardvarks.

Go, Olympians!

Go, Olympians!

Dumb bitch.

What was that?

I said we lost because of you, fag.

How could you have lost because of me

if I wasn't even there?

That's why it's your fault, you fuckface.

We could lose district.

- Who cares? - Everybody cares.

Everybody!

All right, yeah, whatever.

Ah! God.

Fucker! Fuck you!

Fuck you!

So what do you want to know?

What do you want to tell me?

What's important in your life right now?

I don't...

Um, my dad wants me to play football.

Mmm-hmm.

How do you feel about football?

I don't know, it just seems kind of pointless to me.

Okay. Uh, what are some of the things

that aren't pointless?

I don't know. I play Guild Wars.

Is that a Nintendo game?

Uh, no, it's an MMORPG.

It's a role-playing game online.

You play with millions of other players.

Oh.

And you're probably pretty good at this game, right?

Yeah, I guess.

It's not really about skill.

It's more about how much time you put into it, you know.

Hmm.

And, uh, the people you play this with,

they're your friends from school?

Oh, no. No.

They're just my friends from the game.

Like, I've never actually met them in R.L.

R.L.?

R.L.? In real life.

Do you have friends in R.L.?

Um, no. Uh...

I used to have a lot,

but once I stopped playing football

I sort of lost most of them.

There's a girl, though.

Oh, nice.

Is she in R.L.?

Uh, yeah.

She's pretty cool.

Have you seen Pale Blue Dot?

Is that a movie or a video game?

No, it's, uh...

It's this thing, this YouTube video.

And it basically challenges our existence and

whether or not we matter.

Do you believe anything matters?

On a grand scale? Uh...

I think if I disappeared tomorrow,

the universe wouldn't really notice.

What?

Can I show you something?

Uh, yeah, well, I'm kind of busy. Just send me a pic.

What's up?

I only have a minute, but I just wanted to make sure

you weren't chained up in the basement or something.

Oh, and this.

Hey, baby.

What happened?

We don't know, baby.

The doctor said someone found you at school. You were bleeding.

Hi. I feel fine.

How are you feeling, Allison?

Okay, I guess.

Am I, like, okay, though?

Short answer is yes.

Long answer is, it's a little more complicated.

Okay, what does that even mean? Let him talk.

It means I need to tell you a few things

that might seem a little shocking.

But just keep in mind your daughter's gonna be fine.

Okay. Okay.

Allison, you had what's called an ectopic pregnancy

and it spontaneously aborted. What?

What? You were pregnant? How can that even happen?

I'm sorry, Daddy. Don't "Daddy" me!

The most important thing to remember is

your daughter's okay.

Um, there was a fertilized egg growing

in one of Allison's fallopian tubes.

This can be quite dangerous, especially if it ruptures.

It can be life-threatening.

You're actually lucky that it ended on its own.

You seem to be malnourished, and I believe

that's why your body wasn't able to handle the pregnancy.

Can I go home?

Yeah, but I'd like to keep you overnight for observation.

We're gonna keep you on some fluids for hydration

and keep you monitored.

If you all need anything, please have a nurse page me.

Are you angry with me?

I can't believe...

I just...

I need a little air.

I'm Hannah Clint

and I'm all about keepin' it cooking.

And I'm all about cheering.

This is pretty great. Yeah, uh...

So, I was thinking maybe we could cut some of the dancing

since it's similar to the cheering. No.

No, the dance is important.

Okay, I'll just make some cuts here and there then.

Cool.

You are actually pretty good at this.

Maybe I can take you with me one day.

You could be my personal editor.

Wait, my parents are still up.

We can be quiet.

One sec.

Do you want me to help?

No. Uh, one sec.

That's good. Okay.

Mmm.

Do... Do you want me...

One sec.

Are you gonna move or I...

Yeah.

Don't you have to, like, have sex?

I'll move then. No, wait.

Put it back in.

Fuck...

Is there something I'm doing wrong?

No. I don't know.

I'm sorry.

I guess I should text my mom then.

Lucky fucker! How are those titties?

Did you get your dick between them?

No. Dude. What a waste.

Jesus, dude, when were you gonna tell me?

Well, you know, I was trying to keep it on the D.L.

You can show me photos of trannies

but you can't tell me you nailed Hannah Clint?

Hey.

Hey.

So, like, what's the deal?

What do you mean?

I mean, we haven't even talked since

last night and now you're, like,

going around spreading a rumor that we had sex?

I'm pretty sure we did have sex, and I

might have told some of my friends.

So I guess, you know, that's the deal.

I really don't think that was sex.

Would you rather I tell everyone

that you couldn't? No!

I don't know why you're saying anything to anyone.

Because I thought that you were my best shot.

So I just told everyone that I lost it, and they...

They think that I lost it, then I pretty much did, right?

That is so screwed up.

Whatever.

Okay,

so I mean, like, what's the deal?

What do you mean? I mean, with us?

Like, what's the deal with us?

There is no deal.

Okay? I'm pretty sure you're, like,

a weird guy who has some serious sexual issues, and

I'm just not into dealing with it.

I mean, I don't...

I don't know, we can talk if you want,

but I don't really see the point.

Whatever.

I know.

Hey, come on. Top Chef is coming up.

Hey, I'm gonna head out to my sister's again tonight.

You good to fend for yourself dinnerwise?

You've been going up there a lot lately.

Is... Is everything okay?

Yeah. Yeah, uh...

You know, she's...

She's just got a lot on her plate, you know,

with work and...

I don't know, I think she just

needs her sister's ear.

Of course.

You want me to give you a ride?

Oh, no, you don't... You don't need to do that.

We, uh...

Just go out with your friends.

Go have fun! I want you to be happy.

Oh, my gosh! How are you?

I'm fine. Really. You okay? Are you sure?

What happened? Nothing.

It was stupid, really.

- But you're fine? - Yeah.

I was so worried about you. Oh, you don't need to be.

Los Angeles.

Hello.

America's Next Big Celebrity. I'm looking for Donna?

Speaking.

Hi, Miss Clint, I'm just calling to inform you that

unfortunately we're unable to invite your daughter, Hannah,

to Los Angeles.

Oh, no. Um...

Is there anything, uh...

If you could just meet her, I know that I could...

Hannah's audition was really terrific.

Frankly, it was one of our best.

But our clearances came across a modeling website.

Uh, yeah. Yes, um...

Yeah, I think that we, um...

Yeah, we were putting up some of Hannah's

acting and her headshots

just to show her versatility, which...

Are you familiar with the content of her site?

Well, I mean, some of the photos are a bit...

These kids these days, it's... It's not the same

from when you and I were that age!

Our producers found that the materials

on your daughter's site, the photos

might be deemed by our network as unwholesome.

Was there a particular photo?

Because it'd be very... We answer to our advertisers and they're very risk-averse.

Anything that could possibly be thought of as unseemly... I mean, I mean, we could...

We could take down the site. It'd be so simple.

We live in a time when there is simply no such thing.

All it takes is one download.

Why would anyone download...

We really wish you and your daughter

the very best of luck.

But, you know, kids are emailing photos and texting.

And it's hardly unique, I have to say...

It's unique to sell them.

Wha...

I don't know what you're... But I mean, we never, uh...

I would never... We wish you the best of luck.

Okay.

Thank you.

Did I do something? No, no, no.

No, I don't know what to...

Can I get you...

I haven't done this for a while, so if I...

If you know, listen,

there's some protocol that I'm supposed to follow...

No, no, no. No, it's about Hannah.

Oh.

It was just supposed to be a place for

photos and her resume and clips from plays.

What are you talking about? Her website.

Oh.

And then one day I got a message from a stranger.

A fan of Hannah who wanted to pay for a modeling session.

I knew it wasn't normal, but the photos were...

I mean, they...

It was the same thing as catalogue work.

So,

I added a tab to the bottom of the website

that said "Private Photo Shoots."

Jesus!

I never let her read any of the emails.

But the acting classes and, you know, it's...

I took photos of my daughter.

And they were meant...

I don't know how we got there, but...

I just had to tell you that.

Why?

Because I thought if I never...

If I never talked about it, I wasn't doing anything wrong.

Donna, you're the first woman that I've...

You know, since my wife left me.

Maybe we should just...

Slow things down.

Did you get some good shots?

Actually, I didn't bring my camera.

I just came to talk to Kent.

You're so on his jock!

Hey, what is up with that TV show?

I mean, I'm pretty sure

they said they were gonna let us know

by, like, the end of the week, and it's

pretty much the end of the week.

So, I don't know... What do you think the deal is?

We didn't get it.

Why?

I don't... I mean...

I don't get it. I mean, I'm pretty sure

I must have been

one of the best ones. What...

Did they not like the video or something?

Honey, they didn't like our website.

Well, then screw them.

I thought about it,

and they're right.

I took down the site.

You what?

What about all of my fans?

If you wanna act, you can act.

We will get you into every theater program that we can.

But that show and the website,

that's not what you want to do.

Yes, it is. Mom, it is!

You're better than that stupid show

and you're better than the website. No, I'm not!

No, you have to put it back up. I can't.

Yes, you can. Just push a fucking button!

I've allowed you certain flexibility,

but right now I have to be your mom.

No, you're being a selfish bitch.

It's gone!

I deleted it.

Jameson, rocks.

Oh, God.

I wouldn't bother. I changed your passwords.

Why would...

What is wrong with you?

You don't seem to understand how dangerous it is on there.

The only thing that's dangerous in this house,

Mom, is you!

I'm protecting you.

From what, having a normal life?

Give me your phone.

No.

You can give me your phone

or I can call and cancel the service

and remote swipe all the crap you put on there.

It's not like you haven't already read

all of it, anyway.

What's going on, Dad?

Great group of, uh, friends you play with there.

Had some real nice things to say about

having sex with your mother.

You don't understand. They're just jokes, okay.

Yeah, Selkis... That's how you pronounce his name?

"Silk-eez"?

Yeah, he prefers to have reverse cowgirl

so he doesn't have to look your mother in the face.

I wasn't supposed to know, okay.

I figured you weren't, either.

What the hell's that mean? I saw an album on Facebook.

She posted it, and I caught it before she blocked me.

She corrected it, like, within a few minutes.

She wasn't trying to hurt us.

She didn't want to hurt us?

She abandoned us!

She abandoned you. Oh, really?

She got a bedroom for you out there in California?

Hmm?

Did you get your wedding invite yet?

She abandoned us!

Your mom's gone. Yeah, she's gone.

She got bored with the scenery and split.

So it's just you and me, and that's how it's gonna be.

Probably forever.

All right, Dad, whatever.

And you're playing football next year.

No, I'm not. Oh yeah, you are.

No, I'm not!

I understand you needed the year to, you know,

have your space and stuff, but you belong on that team.

I don't even fucking like football, Dad. Okay?

I like Guild Wars! Fuck that stupid game. It's a waste of time.

No, that's all it is, is time! And I've put in months

of my life and I...

I'm invested now, okay?

Not anymore, you're not.

Because I canceled it.

You mean, you deleted the application?

Okay, I'll reinstall it. Thanks, Dad.

No, you won't.

I called my credit card company

and told them to delete your account.

So, it's gone.

What?

Why would you do that?

Because, whether you like it or not,

I'm doing this for your own good.

Brandy?

Brandy?

Where's Tim? In his room.

Hey!

Tim!

Tim!

Oh, my God. Oh, Christ!

Oh, shit! Get a phone!

Hey, Dad.

I'm so sorry.

It's okay.

You're really beautiful, you know that?

I'd like to explain last night.

I don't know how we got here.

I just... It's like we slipped, and before we knew it

the whole reason we started dating or...

had a family just...

What do you want?

I don't...

But I...

I don't...

Cheddar? Swiss? Scallions? Tomatoes?

I don't know what I was looking for

when I went online...

Chives?

I could do turkey bacon.

I understand you're upset.

I just... I just want to know

what you'd like in your eggs.

Don, we need to talk about this.

I've made mistakes. So have I.

Oh, yeah.

So have I.

Probably worse than you.

I don't know, Helen...

That's just it.

What's... What's just it?

Well, we could sit here and

tell each other everything we've ever done.

Shit, everything we've ever thought.

It might take a while.

But, yeah, we could clear everything up and

go to sleep tonight with some

pretty vivid pictures in our heads.

Or you could just tell me what you want for breakfast.

Pale Blue Dot by Carl Sagan.

"That's home. That's us.

"On it everyone you love, everyone you know,

"everyone you ever heard of,

"every human being who ever was

"lived out their lives.

"Every young couple in love,

"every mother and father, hopeful child,

"every saint and sinner in the history

"of our species lived there

"on the mote of dust suspended in a sunbeam.

"How frequent their misunderstandings,

"how fervent their hatreds.

"Our imagined self-importance,

"the delusion that we have some privileged

"position in the Universe

"are challenged by this point of pale light.

"Our planet is a lonely speck

"in the great enveloping cosmic dark.

"In all this vastness, there is no hint

"that help will come from elsewhere

"to save us from ourselves.

"Like it or not,

"for the moment, the Earth is where we make our stand.

"There is perhaps no better demonstration

"of the folly of human conceits

"than this distant image of our tiny world.

"It underscores our responsibility

"to deal more kindly with one another

"and to preserve and cherish the pale blue dot,

"the only home we've ever known."