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Freedom! Where's Richard?

He's taking a mini signed sabbatical

to care for a loved one.

What's up? Mike,

this is my old friend, Lulu.

Mic Drop.

You are just one signature away.

I should probably have my lawyer look at this first.

An NDA.

You are good people.

Not now, Nils.

I'm onto something bigger.

What's the fuckin' plan?

Ah...

I thought you were gonna save me.

No, Les and the team are gonna solve

the formula eventually. Like, they're so close.

They're--

He looks happy.

I think Mr. Magoo is having a seizure.

I have to go home.

It's a family emergency.

People could be dead.

I will save myself.

Come on, fucker.

So that's my phone.

I'm impressed.

No, Mom, stop. Do not move.

Oh, fuck.

Dr. Carmichael: This session.

Beginning at the beginning.

Childhood.

This is when family dysfunction

often makes its way known into our adult relationships.

Lindy.

Hmm.

Describe your childhood in one word.

- Cold. - Uh-hmm.

Uh-hmm.

Les.

Yeah.

Describe your childhood in one word.

Happy.

Uh-huh.

Happy.

Okay. Now, Les,

this session is what I like to call

the Check Engine Light Is On.

And we need to locate what needs service.

But in order to start that repair, Les,

we need to dig deep to diagnose it.

Does that make sense? - Sure.

Dig. Dig deep.

That's right. Yeah.

Very good.

So digging deeper,

describe your childhood in one word.

- Joyful. - Deeper.

- Idyllic. - Deeper still, Les.

- Loving? - Okay.

I'm gonna change tack.

Lindy... - Uh-hmm.

...from your perspective,

how would you describe Les' childhood, one word?

- Delusional. - What's that supposed to mean?

It means your mother created a fantasy childhood for you.

Is she qualified to make these

psychological hypotheses?

Hypotheses?

It's not hypothesis.

Your mother told me.

- Hmm. - What?

Nancy told me.

She was protecting you

from your hypercritical controlling father.

She is misinterpreting my dad's tough love as critical.

Was it Nancy who called it tough love?

Yeah. Was. And I believe her.

Delusional.

I mean,

he has gone fucking mad.

Yeah. He's just-- he's been at it all night.

Just moving, searching, taping it.

Ugh. - Look at that trap.

It's ridiculous.

Shrinks my laptop as bait?

Ugh. Get outta here.

Hey, hey, hey. Yeah, sure.

Maybe it's not his best work,

but he's obviously worried about you.

Uh, no.

He is worried because he can't control me.

Maybe control is his love language.

Well, maybe that sucks, Richard.

I mean, if he catches me,

who knows what he'll lock me up in next?

I can see from your point of view

how that could suck. - Yeah.

But look, we could easily outsmart

that rudimentary trap

and just obtain the laptop, send him a little email.

Put his mind at ease. - We're not obtaining anything,

that defeats the purpose.

No. Yeah, I know that-- Wait, remind me?

We are proving my independence.

- We... - Me, I--

Okay. I don't need a laptop.

I have my phone.

Got it.

So, let's just...

Do you want a little help with that?

I got it.

Oh. Whoever Terry is,

he or she really wants to get ahold of you.

Ah, yeah. She's my first call.

Your story, they published it.

- No! - Yeah!

- No. - Yeah!

Ohh. Oh, God. Oh.

They love you.

Who's they?

Uh, everyone.

Wait, everyone?

Like, every--everyone.

Everyone. Look, look, it's-- everyone.

I mean, you know, my mom says saying

"I told you so" is tacky, but I told you so.

Breathtaking?

Worth waiting for?

Everyone loves me.

You better be sitting in a dark room

with the curtains drawn.

I'm viral.

I'm "Cat Person" viral. Me.

I'm viral. - Like a bad flu. Look, Lindy.

I thought I'd been forgotten,

discarded, a has-been,

but it turns out they were waiting for me patiently

and they still love me.

Reality check, you didn't fucking write it.

It's not about the story.

It's about my fans and that they love me.

That they still love me.

You're basking in make-believe glory.

This is a ticking time bomb

that is going to blow.

Wait a minute. You--

You told me that you were gonna disarm the bomb.

I tried. Okay?

I--I flew Jackie out to New York,

was out-negotiated by hayseeds.

Had sex with a cowboy in an elevator,

never got his name.

Oh, my God. And?

It was wonderful.

He was wonderful.

You need to find him.

Oh, I have to find him.

Hey. Uh, 50 Shades of Pay on the line.

E.L. or the assistant?

E.L. Lindy's nuts.

It's chef's kiss.

I can hear him.

Lindy, listen to me.

We have a chance to fix this.

We still have plausible deniability.

So just do nothing.

I mean, fucking nothing. Say nothing.

Do you hear me? Yes.

Do and say nothing.

The, um, "Today" show wants an interview.

The "Today" show?

The "Today" show.

Wants me?

The "Today" show wants me?

Wait.

Wait. No, no. Look.

On Zoom, you'll be regular size.

No, I...

I can't. Oh, my God.

I--okay.

I--this is not-- I can't, really.

I mean, I absolutely cannot.

I--no. I mean, there's no way.

I'm absolutely not doing the "Today" show. Oh, my--

I can't do the "Today" show. - Okay. Listen to me.

Listen, listen. I know-- I know--

I know you're scared.

I know it's been a minute

since you've been the toast

of the literary town. - Yes. But...

But this is Jenna.

Jenna?

Pulitzer Prize winner

Lindy Littlejohn, okay?

The world, we've waited long enough.

This is your time.

- It's my time. - Are you kidding?

This is your time.

It's my time. I...

Just say it.

Here's the thing though. Oh.

Mm-mm. Mm-mm.

Too much talking in the head.

- Book it. - We're gonna book it.

Book it!

I'm gonna be on the "Today" show.

"Today" show!

Okay. Okay. Okay.

Excited, excited. - Wait.

Bad news. The, um, the phone is out of battery.

It's dead. Um...

Why didn't you get the charger?

Oh! Ah!

Uh, just a thought, don't kill the messenger.

How about we just get the... - If you say laptop,

we're not getting the laptop. - La, la, la, la, la.

No, no, no, no.

We are gonna go get the charger

because the charger equals independence.

He should have used a more sensitive trigger.

I just think the... - Okay. You need to let it go,

Richie. - Okay.

We're not going for the laptop.

Sure. Les?

- We gotta hide. - Huh?

The couch.

Get on. - Oh, wait for me.

Wait for me. - Get on.

Les.

Les?

Les.

It's okay. It's okay, dear.

It's me. It's Mom.

- Oh. Oh. - Are you--

are you having a nervous breakdown?

It--it's okay if you are.

I could call Lindy. Which...

You're in the wrong zone.

You gotta be in the Les zone.

This--do not walk outside the Les zone.

- Les. - Yes. Keep your--

keep your voice down.

Let me check your shoes.

Oh, God.

Oh, good. Oh, good.

She's not there.

She's not there. - Les, Les,

Les, Les, Les. - Yeah.

I am very worried about you.

No, Mom. I'm fine. I'm fine.

I'm okay. I'm good. I'm good.

We--uh, I'm just-- uh, I've been,

um, remodeling the house for Lindy as a surprise.

- Oh. - Yeah. Yeah, yeah.

Uh, and I'm worried about you being up here.

It's dangerous. So we should go--

we should go downstairs. Come on. Come on.

Yeah. - I think you are unwell.

No, it's fine. It's the fumes.

It's the fumes from the floor.

That's the whole thing. - What?

So, all right. Okay.

So, we're on the move.

And, um, we're gonna go... - Uh-hmm.

...downstairs in the Les zone.

No, you got to stay! - Oh, oh.

You must, Mom. You gotta stay

in the Les zone. - Oh, in the Les zone.

Yeah. Okay. See?

We're good. See? Les zone. That's it.

Down we go. We're going down.

Okay. We gotta move.

Richard! - Huh? Yeah.

You know, I, uh--

I miss my mom.

Yeah. Les, Les has a really good mom.

You know, Nancy, uh, she shielded him

from reality too much

and also from his dad though, who was, wow,

but Nancy, no, she's a-- yeah, she's a mom mom.

The kind I always wished I had-- Imagined,

what would I be like if I did have.

Hmm.

I think I need a minute.

Yeah. Yeah, we can--

we can take a minute.

Okay, Mom. So, you know, we agreed last night

with a change of plans and Magoo's with Lindy

and I'm--I'm working

and Lulu's here at home,

but she's in and out and she's doing her thing that,

you know, you should-- you should probably just--

you should go home.

Okay? Okay?

- Les. - Yeah.

I don't believe you.

Which part?

Every part, dear.

I'm acting perfectly normal.

The last-minute remodeling?

The fumes that I did not smell.

The Les zone.

Lindy's disappearance?

"Lindy's disappearance"? That's a little Dateline.

"The husband was the last one to see her."

She's at the gray house, Mom.

Okay? Other than that,

I do not see my behavior as bizarre.

I am working really hard.

I am very stressed out

and I'm not sleeping very well,

but I'm fine, Mom.

I'm fine. Okay?

I'm fine. - Sure, dear.

When you're ready to talk, I'm right here.

We talked and I'm good,

but it is too dangerous for you here.

Okay?

I promise I will stay downstairs,

away from these fumes,

but I am not leaving until I know you're okay.

One last thing. - Yes, Mom.

When was the last time you showered, dear?

Okay. Whoo!

Let's get that charger.

Now you just have to scale the vertical surface

using the floss,

like a rock climber would a rope.

You just...

all the way up.

I can't do one pull-up, Richie.

But you have the power

of the square-cube law behind you.

See, why even pause, just explain.

Okay. Simple math.

As our size decreased,

our proportional strength, that increased.

It's like, um, ants.

I fuckin' hate ants.

Yes, but ant math is never wrong.

Okay. Well, you're tiny too, so you do it.

Yeah, yeah, yeah. But this is your independence.

Math is freedom.

Freedom is independence. Go!

Right.

It's gonna-- yeah, it's not gonna...

What are you-- what are you doing?

I'm conjuring my inner freedom math.

This is exciting.

- Should we hide? - No, no. Shh.

I'm walking through the foyer in the Les zone.

I'm leaving for the lab,

but I'd still love to hear from you.

Wait, wait.

Now I've opened the front door. Martin?

You never answer your phone.

Martin? We're in the clear.

He's never lettin' Martin in here.

Yeah. But Mom, Mom, Mom, Mom is...

Mom is in the basement

and she's a rule-follower.

She'll stay there.

It's Lulu.

We don't have eyes on Lulu.

So, tick-tock.

You gotta help me.

Oh, yeah. I'm gonna help you.

Intense.

I remember the moment I discovered my mother

was a liar.

Too intense.

You're too intense.

You.

- Me. - Why?

- Roommate? - Well...

- Sure. - Stop.

What? - You suck.

And you probably suck more.

Okay, so I was a dick.

Sorry. - You didn't insult me.

Oh, you don't go to Forest Park?

No, I do.

I just don't give a fuck about what you think.

Who's Wendy Presid?

Wendy? What?

Yeah, she left a pretty hefty bar tab last night.

She sounds like a good time.

You both had whiskey sours.

She paid for your tab, but then left her credit card.

Huh.

Okay, why don't you just fucking say it?

Credit card fraud.

So, what is this?

Is this a shirtless citizen's arrest?

No badge.

Nowhere to pin it.

I'm only asking.

- Only you asking? - Only me.

Good.

It's a stupid question anyway.

Okay, I'm gonna go.

Well, happy reading, Wendy.

You ran out saying someone could be dead.

Yeah, Lindy is-- Lindy is having a hard time.

- Is she sick? - No, she's unwell.

Oh. Look, I am happy to stay with Lindy.

No, she's at the gray house.

Oh, but you rushed home.

She left this morning

'cause she's emotionally unwell.

Oh, right, yeah.

Should--Should she be alone?

No, Gary and Meg are nearby. It's a lot, Martin.

There's a lot to keep in my head, okay?

Yeah, yeah, yeah.

barista: Quad for Les,

herbal tea for Martin.

Bob?

Oh, oh, fuck!

Another quad for Les.

Is that Nils with Bob?

Ca-Ca--Careful. Yes!

Keep going!

Almost there.

Yes! You did it!

Whoo!

Oh, I love math!

I know, right?

It's, like, it's never wrong.

Uh, and the charger?

On it!

Oh, okay.

Big smile. Ready, ready and...

Okay. All right.

Ready? - Ready, ready, ready?

Three, two, one.

- Merry Christmas! - Merry Christmas!

A dollhouse. It's just like our house.

Yeah, Daddy's been working on this for months.

Oh, it was Mommy's idea.

Well, I knew you liked the one Steffy had.

This is way better than Steffy.

And look, the lights work.

See? Wow!

Wait, wait, who do we have here?

Me and you.

- Oh, where's Daddy? - He's at work.

Yeah, arguing with the mean people

from Monsanto

and the Organic Produce Alliance.

Young Lulu: Mommy's at home.

Oh, yes. But Mommy is in her office, working.

No, but Mommy's watching TV.

Uh, no.

Mommy is at her desk writing.

No, she's watching TV.

I'm the architect of my own prison.

Not anymore.

Okay. You got this.

Lindy! You all right?

Yeah.

Whoo!

Freedom!

Oh, shit.

I, uh--I'm fine.

Grandma.

Oh, you are a sight, dear.

I'm hungover, grandma,

and I'm not the legal drinking age.

Do you hate me?

Never, dear,

I appreciate your honesty.

Don't lose that quality.

Yeah, I think I was a little too honest last night.

Oh, well, booze will do that.

I'm so glad you're here.

I don't even know or care why.

Oh, crossed wires with your dad.

Have you told him "Fuck science" yet?

- Grandma. - Your words.

Or that you flunked out of college?

Sounds worse when you say it.

Is that not accurate?

No, it's just... fuck.

What do you got there?

- Oh, Mom's book. - Oh.

Apparently, I'm just like her.

Well, I'd take that as a compliment.

I don't think that's how she meant it.

I think you'll be surprised.

Morning, Bob.

I didn't see you.

But I saw you.

Nils, lattes, plural.

I can explain.

Yes, you can, and you will.

I know you can't help yourself, Bob.

Technically speaking,

I did not break the conditions

stipulated in my NDA.

I answered questions solely related to my brother-in-law

and his experiences at MedBot.

Then why are you so nervous, Bob?

My brother-in-law alleges

that once Hilton's company became the primary investor,

they illegally acquired his tech.

Illegally acquired?

Oh, you know, as per my attorney,

I must qualify, allegedly.

Hilton's legal chicanery is airtight

and I mean airtight.

How did Hilton illegally acquire

your brother-in-law's tech, Bob?

Well, they closed ranks,

had my brother-in-law removed, allegedly.

Gentlemen. both: We didn't see you.

We need to talk. both: Me?

Not you. Les, you.

It's important.

Okay. The "Today" show.

I need to make a new

first impression tomorrow morning.

What?

Okay. For your information,

I gave Jackie Baldwin extensive notes.

No one would even care about the story

if it didn't have my name on it.

Les took everything from me.

Look at me. I'm--I could be six inches tall forever.

So I need this. I need this one thing.

I tried. Okay?

Writing is hard.

And the pressure on a second book

after winning the--pfft.

I mean, it's paralyzing.

I'm on my own.

I need you to tell me it's okay.

Please...

...tell me I'm independent.

Tell me it's my turn.

Tell me.

It's mine.

Me.

Me? The Bordeaux.

Thank you.

How's the second book coming?

It's not. - But it will.

Do you remember how much Gary and I struggled

when we were first starting the artisanal vitamin business?

It was, what? - Oh, like nine and a half months

before we made a single sale.

Nine and a half months

before we made a single sale.

Yeah, but look at us now.

Barely able to keep up with demand.

Yeah. - And it is absolutely

gonna be the same for you.

Same for you.

No, it's not.

It's not the same... at all.

It's absolutely not the same at all.

How is little Lulu?

How was her Christmas? - Yes.

- Oh, we knocked it out... - We--I...

- ...of the park. - Best parents ever.

Show 'em, show 'em the pictures. - Oh, yeah.

Oh. Yeah.

You should see this dollhouse.

Oh, well, there she is.

- Uh-huh. That's amazing. Right? - Cute, huh?

What a sweetie. What a sweetie.

So, Les, what have you been working on these days?

I mean, RIP GMO tomato. - Oh, yeah.

Yeah. RIP GMO tomato.

But it did bring you success though.

You know, it did bring you some success.

Yeah. - Well, I do have a little...

germ of an idea,

which I'm pretty excited about.

Mmm. - You do?

Yeah. It's early days,

but, um, I think I can say confidently

that it does have the potential to change the world.

Has the potential to change the world?

- Change the world. - I like the sound of that.

I like the sound of that too.

But, honey, it's my turn. Remember?

Well, actually, it's still my turn, sweetheart.

I do remember.

Sorry, we don't.

What is--what is the-- what is the turns thing?

Oh, well, we take turns supporting each other.

So he supported me through my first book

and I supported him through the first tomato.

And now it's my turn again. Right.

He needs to support me for the second book. See? Turns.

No, because your turn won you the Pulitzer

and my turn is yet to win me the Nobel.

The Nobel.

Very funny.

Are you fucking joking? Honey?

Not at all. I'm not at all, sweetheart.

But the Nobel, I mean, that could be never.

That's how turns work, right? That's...

Your turn ended with the tomato that put you on the science map.

But then went splat, followed by

your imminent termination from Monsanto,

followed by our housekeeper

finding him naked, crying on the bed.

Oh.

Depression is a bitch.

Hmm. Yeah.

Oh, you know what?

Should we take a visit to the Arch?

Ooh. The Arch. The Arch.

How dare you tell Gary and Meg

about my naked crying? Huh?

That was me at my most vulnerable.

That was a secret between us.

How dare you tell them

your germ of an idea before me.

Especially when this got me trapped in St. Louis.

And it's your turn until you win the Nobel? That's new.

Not everyone, Lindy,

lucks into their prize on the first try.

- Lucks? - You know what I mean.

I think I do.

- Point is how can I trust you... - Oh, fuck.

...if you're gonna expose me like that?

Don't trust me then, just don't tell me

anything ever again. - Fine.

- I won't. I won't. - Good. Me too.

Great, secrets from now on. Yeah.

- Secrets. - Need a secret.

Love a secret.

But it is my turn.

My fucking turn.

Uh-uh. It's my turn, you understand me?

It's my fucking turn.

It's my fucking turn, it's my fucking turn.

It's my fuckin' turn.

My fuckin' turn.

I can't take any more bad cat news.

So is this behavior normal? I don't know how to feel.

What... - You should feel good.

Really?

Mr. Magoo has diabetes.

I stabilized his blood sugar and he's going to be fine.

So the seizures have nothing to do with miniaturization?

Completely unrelated.

So she's going to live-- I mean he.

He, he's going to live.

There is more good news. Look.

That is a sample of Mr. Magoo's muscle tissue.

The rapid expansion process might cause fragmentation

in the atomic bonds,

leaving them too fragile to hold.

So we need to--

we need to slow the reaction.

To allow the nuclei time...

To form stronger bonds.

Stronger bonds are fundamental

in the expansion of any fragile connection

or alliance.

Oh, I agree.

We need a neutron moderator.

V, the bond,

equals V naught...

Times the exponential of...

Negative R

divided by lambda.

I see it. Keep going.

H-hat equals

negative H-bar squared over...

- Don't stop. - ...and over, over, over, um,

two times the mass of the nucleus,

uh, times the Laplacian operator.

- Yes. - Um, and was, uh, V, uh,

multiplied by R? - Yes. Yes.

- Yes? Oh, God. - Yes.

- God, this is what I've been... - Yeah.

...missing.

We should, uh...

both: Check the math.

Mom is a good writer.

Like, good.

Well, she won an award, dear.

I know, but I didn't know-know.

Like, look, the book is really funny,

but it's also deeply sad.

Grandma, it's making me--

there's just so much I'm connecting about Mom,

Grandma Diane, me.

It's like, I might need to rethink my thoughts.

Well, you're coming of age

reading about your mom coming of age.

That's deep, Grandma.

Grandma, turn on Channel 5.

We are talking to Pulitzer Prize-winning author

Lindy Littlejohn about her sensational new short story,

"Untitled On Purpose." - What?

- ...a huge viral sensation. - Lindy looks terrific.

Lindy, could you possibly have expected

the reaction to be anything like this?

Oh, Jenna, I--

nothing about this experience

is what I expected.

The story is just so... - Mom wrote something?

I always knew she would.

Did you know you were writing something

so provocative?

You know, everything I write

provokes someone, right, Jenna?

Yeah. Very true.

Well, you famously fictionalized

your difficult relationship with your mother

in My Rainbow Starts With Black,

one of my all-time favorite books.

Oh, thank you. - I've gotta ask you,

did you base this story on your real life too?

Please say yes. - So the book is true.

You know, Jenna, I just think everyone

does their best writing when they're not worried

what other people think.

That's the office upstairs.

I thought she was at the gray house.

So did I. Lindy Littlejohn,

thank you so much for being here.

Oh, thank you, Jenna.

It's been wonderful talking to you.

Please turn the story into a book.

I'll think about it.

Okay. Bye-bye.

Ha!

Ha! I killed it.

You have to write the book.

Oh, my God. I feel like I have another chance.

I could write something.

I could write something great.

You already have.

Yes, Les supported me, but I wrote,

I am a writer. Right?

I'm here. I could support you.

I feel like me again. Richie, this is...

Like, where have I been?

You know, like I-- I've been here the whole time

and it's like, I forgot.

I forgot. I was right here.

I'm a writer.

Wait, are you crying?

No.

A little.

Me too.

Hoo!

Mom? Mom.

"By Jackie Baldwin"?

What the fuck?

Les.

Were you here all night?

Uh, oh, shit, Lindy.

Wait, what time is it?

Oh, okay.

So you knew. So everything's okay, then?

Yeah. Yeah.

I admit there's a little something between us,

but nothing happened. We had a breakthrough.

Oh, well, she looked great on the "Today" show.

Vivienne?

- Lindy. - Lindy?

- Vivienne? - Who's on what?

Lindy was on the "Today" show this morning.

How--How did she--

what did she look like?

What? What? What?!

Lindy.

Lindy.

Lindy.

Lindy, where are you?

Right here, Les.

And I can take care of myself.

Yeah. Clearly. You're on the fucking "Today" show.

I'm worried sick. I'm working all night

and poof, you're writing again?

You're a viral sensation. Who knew? Not me.

Poof, I'm six inches tall.

Who knew? Not me.

Keeping secrets was your idea.

I think you're taking that to the extreme.

I think you're taking that to the extreme.

- You're delusional. - You're delusional.

I can't lose you, Lindy. I can't.

No more traps, Les.

Lindy? Is that you?

Oh, shit.

- Mom! - Dad?

Oh, no. Oh, no.

What--what's going on?

Oh, my God, Grandma. Is she dead?

No, she just fainted. Quickly, run to the pharmacy.

Get some bromides.

What the fuck are bromides?

I--Google it.

She's having one of her spells.

Grandma has spells?

Yes. She's--she's--She's old. Hurry up!

Hurry, hurry, hurry.

Mom.

Okay, Mom.

Okay, Mom. Oh.

Here we go. Mom?

Mom, it's okay.

Hey, Mom. Hey.

Mom.

Hey.

Hey, it's okay.

You just fainted.

- Yeah. - I saw--I saw her.

Saw who, Mom?

Lindy.

She was so small.

Yeah, Lindy's not here. Remember, Mom?

I saw her.

Like--Like a little doll. She was--

she was like a real life little Lindy doll.

I think you mean one of Lulu's little dolls, Mom.

No, no, no. I know what I saw. And I...

- Yeah. - I saw her on TV too.

- No. - Lulu.

No, no. Lulu's not here either, Mom.

Lulu's not here. I think you're a little confused.

- No, I'm not confused. - Yeah.

You're lying to me.

I am your mother. Tell me the truth.

Okay. Okay.

Um, yeah. Come on. Come on. Let's sit down.

Come on, Mom. Come on. - What?

Just sit, sit.

So, um, okay. So, um--

Okay. So this is--this is hard.

- What? - This is hard.

But the truth. - Yeah.

- The truth is... - Mm-hmm.

...um, that I put a painkiller in your tea

and hallucinations are a side effect.

So there is no tiny Lindy.

- You what? - Yeah.

- Why? When? - Because of your back.

Because I know it's been bothering you

and I wanted you to relax and, yeah.

You--you drugged me?

What kind of son drugs his own mother?

- Concerned son, Mom. - No, no, no, no.

You're not sorry.

You are manipulating and controlling and a liar.

You are without a doubt your father's son,

which breaks my fucking heart.

- What? - Oh.

Whoa, what?

I failed. I'm guilty.

I mean, I tried.

I tried to protect you from this.

From--from what?

From becoming your father.

My--well, I-- I'd say you overdid it.

Huh. - Because I was invisible.

Huh? And I still am.

Yeah. That's what fucking drives me and that's fine.

But Dad is a kind and fair...

An asshole...

who keeps me on a tight leash.

But I have made my peace with that.

And my marriage is not your marriage.

Oh, whatever you have done to Lindy,

and I mean, whatever you have done to her,

she is not me.

She needs to be off the leash.

She needs to be free, out of anyone's control.

Now, I don't know what you are hiding,

but you are not remodeling.

And if you are lying to me,

I bet the farm you are lying to her and yourself.

Mom. Mom, I love you.

No, no.

You love you.

What is it your Dr. Carmichael says? "Dig deep."

If I were you, I'd start digging deeper

than you've ever dug before.

Find the truth.

Keep on lying, keep on burying

and you will lose her if you haven't already.

But she was going to leave me. It was an accident.

No, there are no accidents.

Isn't that a chapter in your doctor's book?

Tell her. Tell her what you did.

Tell Lindy everything.

Because until you are honest, you are fucked, dear.

Uh, and the truth is--

the truth is that,

I was--

and that's the complete and honest truth of it.

And I love you, Lindy.

And I need you, Lindy.

And I miss you.

Where's Grandma?

Uh...

she...

She left.

This isn't about Grandma, is it?

Mom left you.

She left us, didn't she?

Les [on recording]: I am trying to hear you and see you,

and be honest with you,

if you're ever going to forgive me.

And the truth is--

the truth is that I was scared

you were going to leave me and I didn't wanna lose you.

And so, um...

I miniaturized you...

on purpose.

I did it.

And that's the complete and honest truth.

I miniaturized you...

on purpose.

I did it.

Miniaturized you...

on purpose.

I did it.

Miniaturized you... on purpose.

I did it. On purpose, I did it.

On purpose, I did it.

I miniaturized you... on purpose.

I did it.

Miniaturized you... on purpose.

I did it.

Miniaturized you... on purpose.

I did it. On purpose, I did it.

Miniaturized you... on purpose.

...miniaturized you on purpose. I did it.