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- You're both pregnant? - So?

Well, who's the father of all these babies?

I'd love to be a granddad.

I got your abortion pills.

Fucking Mitch, she must have taken them.

I'm getting rid of it my way.

- L-Cat's pregnant. - You're both pregnant?

You've reached Emma. Please leave a message...

Do you think you're the father?

I don't know!

Give me the fucking remote!

I won movie of the week!

Coming at you Like a punch in the head

No time to break bread

Arbitration is no vacation

Bitch, you better act, right Roll over, play dead

Move faster! No time for you and your chatter

More swagger, less matter

You don't fool me With your grammar

Move, bitch get out the way

It's time for lift-off Move off the runway

Wait... wait

One, two, three

How could you be so fucking irresponsible?

Please, Michael Douglas gives the performance of a lifetime.

Douglas steps

out onto the ledge of a building

and contemplates suicide.

- That's not all he does. - You are missing the point, Edward.

L-Cat would have loved that if she were here.

You should be disgusted, Eddie.

Why did you choose that movie?

I already told you.

- Douglas gives... - Why did you choose that movie?

Because Douglas doesn't fucking die!

Because he doesn't fucking die.

- And you're angry that Graham did. - He left us.

Now we're left to feel the shite he was too afraid of.

I get why he did it.

He was in too much pain, he couldn't see a way out.

Fuck off, Frankie!

Suicide's the coward's way out.

It takes real fucking courage to live.

Now what? Hmm, huh?

Black box rotting in the fucking ground?

No, man.

Gramps died alone...

...with no one.

Fucking no one.

You still talking about Graham?

You're not alone, Eddie.

I need to talk to you.

I'm not a drop-in service, Frankie.

Sorry, I'm...

Just five minutes.

Everyone deals with grief differently.

- How do you feel about it? - I get why he did it.

Have you thought about suicide?

I mean, I don't want to die, but...

What?

- I'm not sure about living either. - Are you?

When have you thought about it?

When Dad was dying.

I think I'm a schizophrenic.

Well, I'm sorry. No, I didn't expect that.

What makes you think that?

I googled my symptoms.

- I think I've got what Mitch has. - Oh.

- What symptoms? - I keep hearing

and seeing shit that's not there.

I thought it was withdrawals, but it's different.

I... I see carpet. It disappears.

- I hear stuff, it's not real. - I don't think you're schizophrenic.

Then what the fuck is wrong with me?

Maybe there's a part of you...

of your mind, indicating that there's something that you need to heal

like a recurring dream or resurfacing memories.

Sobriety can sometimes reveal repressed memories.

That's nothing to fear.

It's a memory. It can't hurt you.

Uncovering what it means, that's just all part of your healing.

- So I can fix it. - Mm.

It's helpful to face those memories rather than fearing them.

We should probably chat about Emerson Dempsey.

His death. Your drunk driving.

It wasn't my fucking fault.

You've reached Emma. Please leave a message.

Call me back already.

Cleansing the waters of our emotions.

Release your feelings through the movement.

Left, right, forward, back, left, right

forward, back.

Feel the music in your loins, Frances.

Orangu-Stank!

Orangu-Stank!

Fuck! Okay, everyone run!

Get back here!

Look, I'm sorry.

I never thought she'd take the pills

and you were meant to go to the hospital.

- I didn't mean any of it. - He fucking needed me.

He's dead because I wasn't there to stop him.

That's why you were always on the roof with him.

I'm sorry. I'm sorry.

Get off!

Get off me!

What the fuck?

You dumb fucking druggie.

L-Cat...

I'm really sorry about Gramps.

Buck up.

Oi, Frankie. I'm sorry about...

Yeah...

- ...that prosthetic costs ten grand. - Shit.

- Yep. - That's a lot.

That's a lot.

Well, I might stop calling you "Orangu-Stank."

- Yeah? - "Nubby's" way better.

- Nubby, nubby, nubby. - Shut the fuck up.

Nubby, nubby, nubby.

Kitchen's been giving me the runaround

- so I reckon-- - Bullshit, Frankie's hapu.

And who the fuck is Lydia sleeping with?

Do you reckon she's sneaking out again?

Uh, if we could just stick to the grocery budget.

Simon's been asking about the father.

- Our clinic protocol. - Who... who's Simon?

Lydia's doctor at the hospital.

He's not the only one with questions.

- If we could just stick to-- - Something on your mind?

- My patients... - "Our" patients.

...have been talking about the suicide.

How certain staff missed his warning signs.

Yeah, what about certain staff

responsible for Mitch's psychotic break?

I knew exactly what I was doing with her.

Mitch has been here for three years and she has--

And in three years, how much progress has she made?

We don't have time, actually, for this--

Experimenting with patient's meds is dangerous behavior.

- It's progressive behavior. - Ladies, if we could just--

- What? - Sorry.

I don't want to add any shit to an already shit situation

because it is, right?

But if we could just stick to the grocery budget.

Um...

So I've been thinking about a few ways that we could cut expenses.

Oh, hey there. I'm Eddie.

I'm a sex addict, a drug addict

and, I mean, some might say an alcoholic.

And tonight, Michael

I'm not cleaning these fucking windows!

- Come on, Eddie! - Fuck off.

- Don't be a dick about it. - I don't give a shit!

Just clean the fucking windows!

L-Cat, Lydia...

It's good timing. There's a rag here with your name on it.

Fuck that.

It's not optional.

We're a community. Everyone gets stuck in.

- Where is Frankie? - She can't clean.

- Why not? - The chemicals are bad for the baby.

Everything okay in here?

Um...

- Baby cramps... - Mm... ouchie.

- Was there something else? - Yeah.

I just wanted to remind you about your blood test today.

Yeah... yeah. Sweet.

It'd be a great chance to check on the baby.

Oh. Uh, wait, what?

We'll check the baby at the same time.

- Oh, no, it's fine. - But your cramps.

I think we should check the baby.

I don't think we need to check the baby.

- We need to check. - You don't have to check the baby!

I had a miscarriage last night.

Where?

- Where what? - Where did you expel the fetus?

The toilet.

Mm.

- That's a shame. - Yeah.

At least now you can help clean.

- But I had a miscarriage. - Then do the low windows.

Oi.

Move or I'll fucking move you.

I'd love you to make a move on me.

- The seat is taken. - By who? A fucking ghost, huh?

Oh! Come on.

Oh, fuck!

Hey!

- Got your favorite. - I've eaten.

So, what are you doing?

Em.

Orange and red here, yellow and green there.

Blue tones there. Purple and pink on the bottom.

Your baby's dead, by the way.

Frankie had an abortion.

What do you want, Frankie?

Oh, hi. Are you all good?

Actually, there's something we need to discuss.

Have you had the pills yet?

Well... what pills?

The abortion pills.

Yeah... yeah, it was awful. Lots of cramps and bleeding and...

Oh.

- Are you okay? - Yeah... yeah.

I'm... I'm okay.

Are you guys okay?

- How do you mean? - Just... how are you?

Why do you keep calling, Frankie?

It... it's this place.

A man...

Graham, he jumped off the roof.

- Is he okay? - No, he died.

Really badly.

- You're not. - What?

Cause if anything like that happened to you...

No, no, I'm...

I mean, it's hard here, but I'm okay.

What did you want to discuss?

It was just about the abortion.

Okay.

I'll see you next week?

Sure.

Left, right, forward, back.

Whoa...

What the fuck are you doing?

Hey, I'm just...

...releasing emotions and shit.

Can you... can you hear that?

No.

Are you okay?

Everywhere I look, I see him.

The lawn mower. You... you really can't hear that?

No.

Um, can we, like, go out for the night?

I just did a drug test. I'm not due for another for a while.

Fuck, yes.

Okay, so as long as we're back by 5:00.

- Yes. - And you're sure that there's no way

- they'll be able to-- - Shh! Chill.

- We're fine. - Okay.

Sayonara, motherfucker!

Sonic boom!

That's fucking average.

Oi, chicken.

Fuck yeah.

L-Cat!

Yeah!

Let's go.

Fuck you!

Here it is.

I was sitting on the moonlight...

Ladies.

Nubby.

Nubby!

It's your relapse. How do you want to kick it off?

Vodka times two.

Ah-hh.

Um... I just... I just need a minute.

Same again.

Tell me what you want What you want

- It's about to go down - Same again.

Okay, okay. Never have I ever been thrown in the slammer.

- Oh, guilty. - Come on.

Never have I ever butt-chugged a vodka.

Oh, my God.

All right?

Never have I ever fucked a guy and then shat on him.

Fuck this game.

Hey, do you want to know a secret?

- You did fuck a guy and shit on him. - No, you dumb fuck!

Mike, he's the baby daddy.

- You've been fucking Hot Mike? - Yeah.

Oh, my God.

- I fucked my sister's husband. - Oh, shit.

- To the sluts. - To the sluts!

Hey... hey. Oh, for fuck...

Okay, come on then, come on then.

Drink it up. Come on, come on.

Chug... chug!

At the function send the address

Cuffs in both hands Flip the mattress off

Please, just drop the act I don't know you, cuz

What's the haps? Yeah, nah

I don't wanna hear About who, what

Check on my hand now true jacks

Packs in the air...

I do not care I be on point like snare and clap

I be on point like

We just came for the bass

Please, no phones in the place

She's trying To get saved, really?

Move that shit from her face We just came for the bass

Please, no phones in the place

She's trying To get saved, really?

Move that shit from her face

Oh!

Fuck! Oh, fuck, L-Cat.

L-Cat.

Boom, bitch got a house on you

Whoo! Witch got a house on you

You know, like in Oz.

Fuck you, L-Cat's feet.

Oh, shit, sorry. That wasn't...

My bad.

You know, I forgive you, eh?

For the rat.

'Cause I know it was you!

I know. I know... I know.

I wasn't... I wasn't going to bring it up, but I just...

I don't want any secrets between us, you know.

You know?

L-Cat.

CatDog.

Yo, CatDog

I fucking miss that show.

L-Cat!

Your calves are actually real good for grip, eh?

Fuck!

Oh, fuck. Fuck... fuck!