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- When is this meeting? - Today.

- Where is it? - Her office. For God's sakes,

- you don't even have to be there. - Of course I have to be there.

I'm your mother. Just text me the address.

Cock.

That little dick sued for custody.

There's a meeting with the lawyer, I need to go now.

Can he even do that? Request full custody?

He can try, but the California courts favor 50-50…

- God. - …so…

50-50? How about zero?

- Mom, just… calm. - Don't tell me calm.

He should be gelded.

And this so-called father didn't want anything to do with them.

He even made her sign an NDA.

He made her drop out of college

halfway through the year after we had spent $1,200 on tuition.

Not to mention all of those pretentious books he assigned,

likely for the sole purpose of impressing the coeds

he was planning to inoculate with his college intellectual fuck juice.

Okay. Doesn't he lose parental rights just based on moral decency grounds?

The father has rights. I mean, he can be disinterested for 15 years and suddenly…

suddenly he wants a relationship with the child

and the state of California is gonna recognize that right.

Yeah, it's because the state of California sucks.

- Shyanne. - Do not. Just…

So, you have 30 days to respond and you have three options.

You could approve split custody

we counter to his request for full custody.

- God, no. Absolutely not. - No. Never.

Or you can challenge it in court,

which is gonna cost tens of thousands of dollars.

Or you can choose mediation,

which is cheaper, faster, and invariably fairer.

You don't want to go to court.

Okay, fine, let's do that. The mediation thing.

Wonderful. I'll set it up.

You can't go anywhere near the building. That's gonna violate the court order.

I'm sor… what court order?

It's fine.

Do you think he's gonna use the OnlyFans against me?

You think?

You know, he doesn't even want Bodhi. It's just a bluff.

Okay. Margo, in my experience,

people don't go to the trouble of filing for custody unless they want custody.

This is gonna cost him money,

could probably cost him his career.

I mean, he's obviously told his wife.

My God, this is really happening.

I'll leave the state if necessary.

There's no way I'm gonna lose my child.

Child custody is war, Margo.

It is long. It is expensive, and it is ugly.

Everything okay?

What? Yeah. Yeah.

Okay. Well, we've got the whole day to ourselves.

We could take Bodhi to the beach or we could drive up to Hollywood,

check out that GCW show.

I don't think I would enjoy myself.

Hey, so remember back when you moved in and you were like,

"I cook, I clean. I'll look after the baby."

And now you're just sitting in your room in the dark all day.

Do I need to bring out the chore chart?

Yeah, I'm sorry to disappoint.

No, you're not disappointing. I just… I'm…

Okay, never mind.

What is that?

This…

is Shadowheart.

Been working on it for six months.

Kind of looks like you're still living here.

- I'm living with Kenny, you know that. - He's fine with you paying?

Yeah. A rent-controlled storage unit?

Mom. No, this is what they call a fuck pad.

It costs less than a storage unit, therefore, it is a storage unit.

So… We want something that says professional,

sweet, and breastfeeding.

Here.

What do you think?

You said he comes from money.

I guarantee they will be trying to "out-rich" us,

as in they can better provide for the child.

Well, that is not happening.

Nobody is "out-riching" us, okay?

Affluence is a frame of mind.

And he and his rich family can fuck themselves raw.

Can I just say one thing?

What?

How we doing?

Nervous.

Well, just like we talked about,

she needs to get a feel for you, who you are, so be yourself.

Kenny. Saying he said a prayer for you.

- Linda. - Morning, Lawrence.

Hello. Mark Gable.

Yes.

Good to see you again, Margo.

Elizabeth Gable.

So nice to meet you.

And you as well.

Hello. If we are all here, we can begin.

I'm afraid only with interested parties and attorneys.

I'm interested.

As am I.

Just Ms. Millet, Mr. Gable, and attorneys.

- Ready? - Very Good.

You got this.

Let's start by each of you stating your goals for this mediation.

Mark, you first.

My goal is to have full legal and physical custody of Bodhi

out of concerns for Margo's fitness as a parent.

And why do you doubt her fitness?

Three reasons. One, financial insecurity. She already turned to me for funds.

Two, she's currently living with her father, a violent man

- with a history of using drugs. - He's not violent.

He broke my hand. Three, she's a sex worker.

I make web content that has some nudity.

- You make porn. - I'm not having sex on camera.

Inappropriate. That is completely inappropriate.

My client is being harassed and antagonized.

I demand that you remove that photo from the table immediately.

Thank you.

Margo, tell me, what do you want for Bodhi?

First of all, breast milk, which he can't provide.

Or I don't know, maybe he can.

Meaning what? I don't get it.

Like I'm a girlie man? Okay, well, I'm not girlie, so…

What parenting scenario do you think would benefit Bodhi the most?

Mark has shown zero interest in parenting. I mean, not even a little.

So I'm curious as to what's suddenly changed.

Well, among other things, you simulating sex acts with space aliens.

- I am the alien, you fucking dumbass. - Margo.

It's okay.

Do you genuinely think I'm an unfit parent?

One hundred percent.

Why?

You have no money, you have no plans…

- I have money. It's a job! - …and you're doing porn.

Right. Porn.

What about when Bodhi grows up?

When his friends find your account and start masturbating to his mother?

I'm sorry, it's gonna affect every aspect of her life.

She's never gonna get hired for a respectable job.

And what about other relationships? Have you thought about that?

What decent man will seriously consider a romantic partner who does sex work?

The guys you'll be bringing around will be of what caliber?

Your friends will also most likely be sex workers

and maybe they'll be in the house. Who knows? Who the fuck knows?

I mean, that kinda thing.

I just, you know,

the idea of Bodhi being exposed to it all is…

hideous.

For the record, I raised my son to be a good and honorable person.

To be honest, I feel he was a bit preyed upon, catfished.

I beg your pardon?

I realize this goes on in academia today.

Professors being targeted by opportunistic students.

What did you say?

Don't you stand up on me.

I will not have you asserting some sort of toxic dominion.

I can stand up too.

You think my daughter preyed upon your son?

Well, I'm just saying it happens.

Girls arrive at college today fully sexually baked,

knowing the currency that it holds.

I imagined you awful, but not this awful.

Talk about awful.

What about your daughter waving her snatty-ratty poon-muff

in my son's face?

I bet she got the idea from you.

You worked at Hooters. You think I don't know.

She's just a chip off the old ratty-snatty block.

Her jaw's broken. She might have to get surgery.

- I chose poorly. - Yeah.

But the things she said about Margo and me,

- I just… I just snapped. - Honey.

I guess you got more with me than you thought you were signing up for.

I got everything I signed up for.

She punched her?

Yeah.

I gotta tell Jinx.

Where is he anyway?

Bathroom.

Probably trying to break the Guinness World Record

for longest meditation.

He's been in there for like an hour.

An hour?

Dad! I need to pee.

Dad?

Dad!

Hey! Hey, Jinx!

Dad!

- Dad! Dad! - Oh, my God. Jesus. He's like…

Oh, my God!

Wake up!

- Is he dead? - I don't know.

Check his pulse!

- Yeah. Yeah, he has a pulse! - Okay, okay, okay.

We need to get him up.

- Dad. Wake up! - Hey. Hey!

- Dad, wake up! Wake up. Wake up! - Jinx!

- Dad! Wake up! - Come on!

- You need to stand up. - Come on!

- Get on your fucking feet! - Get him up.

- Get up. There you go. Get up. - I'm okay.

- Stand up! Come on. There you go. - Yeah, that's it. That's it.

That's it. Okay.

No, no. No, no, no, no, no!

- Step over. - Get your foot up!

- Step over! Come on, step… - That's it. That's…

Hey, no, no, no!

Marg! Hold on!

Come on!

Are you good?

Marg. He's not breathing. He's not breathing.

Do you know CPR?

- Just do it! - Okay, okay, okay.

Marg!

Margo!

Margo!

All right.

Good driving.

Margo!

He's okay. He's okay. He's okay. He's okay.

He's sleeping

and they wanna keep him here overnight for observation.

What happened?

So he was prescribed these pills for when his back went out

and I was in charge of dosing them out to him,

but I guess I didn't do a good enough job. He's been skimming them since Vegas.

Painkillers?

No, tonight it was heroin.

Oh, my God.

He said he hasn't used a needle in over a year.

He could have died, Mom.

If I hadn't shot him with the naloxone.

Naloxone? How did you have that?

The drugstore. I just had it just in case.

Ms. Millet.

He's back awake.

How can you be such a dope?

- Because I can. - For fuck's sake.

All right, Mom.

You look awful, like you're burning up. Have you got a fever?

Has he got a fever?

They said it's normal.

- Hi. - Hi.

I'm okay.

- Why is she here? - I called her.

What'd you take?

Heroin.

I'm gonna get myself to a methadone clinic as soon as they let me out of here.

Sure you are.

I am. I promise.

Baby, I'm so, so sorry.

I'm so, so happy you're okay.

Margo, can I…

Okay, so Mark has ordered a 730 eval,

which means you're gonna have to meet with a psychiatrist

who's gonna want to observe you with Bodhi.

They're also gonna likely want a home inspection.

Okay.

More important, you get Jinx out of the home.

Where's he gonna go?

Well, I mean, it's not your problem.

But as long as he resides with you and Bodhi,

that is very definitely a problem.

So, you're just telling me to throw him out?

That's exactly what I'm telling you.

Well, he's hardly in any condition to just…

I don't care. I don't care.

You're a 20-year-old sex worker.

Your father broke a man's hand. Your mother broke a jaw.

You cannot add to that by harboring a drug user.

I mean… it just… It just feels so draconian.

I mean, he's got to move out immediately?

He doesn't have a job or a security deposit.

I mean, the rent in this state is completely unaffordable.

Like, what is he supposed to do? What do they want him to do?

- Just live on the street? - I know.

- Or just fucking disappear? - Margo…

God, this is… it's… it is fucked!

- I know, Margo. Margo! - It's fucked!

Listen, okay? Jinx has to leave.

- But, Susie… - No! No.

I love him so much,

and you know that he is my favorite person on the planet.

But he got high.

In the house with the baby. With Bodhi, Margo.

He cannot stay.

We can't fix this for him.

You can't fix this for him.

I know.

I'm sorry.

James Millet.

Yeah.

Right this way.

And when did you start abusing opioids?

2004.

Work injury.

Resulted in some back surgeries.

And what caused the injury?

Does that matter?

If it didn't, I wouldn't ask.

Lariat takedown.

I used to wrestle.

Hey, Marg.

You remember?

Preserved in amber.

Well, you can sleep in here. It's a full.

Or on the couch.

Or Margo's old futon is in the spare room.

How much stuff are you bringing?

Just some boxes.

An old punching bag.

I'm picking them up later.

So…

I'll come by, I don't know, once a week or so

to pick out the clothes I keep at Kenny's house

and I'll expect you to get lost for an hour or two.

Understood.

No fireworks, okay?

No loud music after dark.

If you piss off my building manager and I lose my month to month thing,

I will kill you personally.

And no pets.

Never.

Not even a rat, or a lizard.

Fuck.

I don't love the idea. I mean, Shyanne's house? Has it been swept?

Yeah, she took out all the alcohol and the Ambien and the trazodone.

What about the nail polish and whipped cream?

The canisters have nitrous oxide.

And air dusters, they can be inhaled for a rush.

And nutmeg too, too much of it can be hallucinogenic.

Cough syrup, hand sanitizers, cleaning fluid…

- Holy shit. - I smelled your mother's products.

She's a walking contact high.

- When's he moving in? - He has the keys

and we're heading back to pick up his stuff now.

- Then out he goes. - Like the garbage.

I'm not feeling sorry for you, Jinx.

I know.

Don't forget your weight belt thing.

I won't.

It's a lot of boxes.

I'm aware.

Dad, it's okay.

But I'm gonna need your key.

I tried calling you.

What's going on?

Margo Millet?

What is this?

I'm Claudette Gates from Child Protective Services.

And my name is Toby Francis. I'm a public health nurse.

Wait, you're here for the home visit now?

We are here to ensure Bodhi's safety.

For the custody thing?

No. You're also in a custody dispute?

They said if I didn't let them in, they would take Bodhi, keep him overnight.

- Who the fuck are you people? - Take it easy.

Are you really… You're allowed to just show up here?

- They're from Child Protective Services. - Who are you, sir?

I'm her father and I'm his grandfather.

- And you live here? - Yeah, I did. I did. I'm moving out.

To answer your question, we can just show up.

We are a government agency.

A complaint has been made.

When we have reason to be concerned for a child's well-being,

this is exactly what we do.

We show up.

Who complained?

That's confidential.

Call Lace.

Who's Lace?

My attorney.

Look, at the conclusion of today's visit, we are going to write up a report.

Now, you can either cooperate or we go to a judge,

get a warrant, and come back with the police.

What… So what do you want me to do right now?

We want to examine the child and have a look around.

Let me talk to him first.

- She's not picking up. - Great.

Margo, listen. These people do not fuck around.

If they think the welfare of a minor might be in danger…

They won't tell me who complained.

I'm sure it's Mark figuring if he can generate a negative report.

- Fucking fuck. I'm gonna kill him. - Listen…

The only goal here, the only goal is for them to walk away

thinking that Bodhi is safe and well cared for

and the best way for that to happen is for us to be cooperative.

You are a good mother. You have nothing to hide.

Yeah, I have nothing to hide.

Stop. Just stop. I can't right now with you. I can't.

Okay, I agree.

You can inspect Bodhi and the apartment.

Where do we start?

Just show us around.

But if there's anything we should know, tell us now.

Before you search the place, full disclosure,

I have used drugs in the past.

I've been sober for some time,

but unfortunately, I suffered a relapse,

which is why I'm in the process of moving out.

I also am entered into a methadone program.

This relapse occurred?

Yesterday.

And it was here, which is why you might find the place in a bit of disarray.

But…

I am no longer a member of this household at the insistence of my daughter.

Thank you.

Let's start with the bedrooms.

Okay.

Let's start here.

Whose room is this?

It's mine.

Okay.

I think I need to change him.

Where do you change him?

My room.

Go ahead. It'll give me a chance to observe.

Okay. Okay.

These are his toys?

I have more. Just… Hold on.

Here. I don't know if this is too many, or too few, or…

You can continue. I need to observe.

Here, bud. Okay.

What's that?

It's diaper rash.

It really is just diaper rash.

I have this Boudreaux's Butt Paste I've been using.

It's helping.

Okay, there. Almost done.

You take photos.

Not professionally.

Some nice equipment.

Yeah, well, I take pride in my hobby.

And this is related to Margo's job?

Her job as an OnlyFans model?

So I assume Bodhi's father made this complaint.

Can you tell me a bit about the content?

Just that it's nothing illegal.

So how are we doing in here?

All good.

So are we all done?

Not quite. We have drug tests for all three of you.

What?

It's standard if a member of the household is using.

I'm no longer living here.

Still, we need to get urine samples from all three of you.

It's not discretionary,

but these results will factor into our evaluation.

Do you want to go first?