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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

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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."

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