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Vance, I don't know what's wrong with me. I've got no fucking appetite IateIy.

-That's a sign of depression. -ReaIIy?

Oh, yeah. I've been reading up on it.

Ever since my wife's hysterectomy, she's been reaI down in the dumps.

Loss of appetite, Ioss of sex drive...

feeIings of hopeIessness and despair, no energy. AII of which she has.

I onIy got the Ioss of appetite.

You know what is depressing?

My wife's cooking. Here.

What the fuck is that? It Iooks Iike cat shit.

I think it is cat shit.

She's fucking useIess in the kitchen. She aIways has been.

-At Ieast your wife stiII fucks you. -Thank God.

If she didn't do that, I'd have to kiII her.

Shit!

Oh, fuck!

Fuck me.

This is fucked!

Fucking fuck!

-It's kind of beautifuI, isn't it? -Yeah, it's way beautifuI.

You add the sunset factor, it'II be perfect.

There's horseshit everywhere.

So?

So isn't it gonna mess up your white dress?

Yeah, Iike I'm gonna wear a white dress.

Besides, if we exchange vows surrounded by horseshit...

it'd be kind of fitting.

Meaning you think us getting married is a shitty idea?

Meaning we're going into this open-eyed, shit and aII.

And hopefuIIy, my mother wiII step in some of it.

Or even better, faII face first into it, and then it reaIIy wiII be the happiest day of my Iife.

Are you sure you want to marry me? We can stiII caII it off.

Of course I want to marry you.

But I couId die, Bren.

I mean, I couId die any day. I couId die any moment.

Yeah, and I couIdn't?

Yeah, we're aII gonna die, I know...

but the chances of it actuaIIy happening are significantIy higher for me.

That's just a fucking fact. And the Iast thing I want...

is for you to marry me because you feeI sorry for me.

You reaIIy think I'd do that?

You've made enough sacrifices in your Iife without having to go through some--

I'm marrying you because I Iove you.

You're the first man I thought I couId stand to spend the rest of my Iife with.

Or the rest of your Iife, if it's tragicaIIy cut short or whatever.

You're not some car I want to trade in because it has fauIty transmission.

Jesus, do you reaIIy think I'm that shaIIow?

Of course not.

AII we have is this moment...

right here, right now.

The future is just a fucking concept that we use...

to avoid being aIive today.

So...

be here...

now.

So why do we need to get married at aII then?

So we can rack up aII that free shit from aII my mother's weaIthy friends, that's why.

Hey, I know this reaIIy cooI rabbi who can possibIy do our wedding.

-A rabbi? -Yeah.

-Why wouId you even go there? -You are haIf-Jewish.

Yeah, I'm aIso haIf-CathoIic. So you wanna invite the Pope?

It's a marriage. It's a sacred occasion.

You'd rather have just some civiI servant there?

PersonaIIy, I think the two of us shouId be enough to make it sacred.

Hey, did you sIeep okay?

No.

I finaIIy dozed off around 5:00.

Keith, go back to bed.

I'm not gonna sIeep anymore, beIieve me.

Maybe you shouId taIk to your doctor about medication.

Yeah, drugs, that's the answer.

You're right. Suffering when you don't have to, that's much more constructive.

-Idiot. -Fuck you.

Is there any more coffee?

I reaIIy don't think you shouId be drinking caffeine when your sIeep is so erratic.

Suit yourseIf.

Bitch.

TayIor Ieft her gummy vitamins.

Big surprise. She hated those.

I shouId run these over to KarIa.

Okay, no. KarIa can get her more vitamins. You couId probabIy use a IittIe space now.

Yeah, weII, I need to make sure KarIa's staying cIean.

You need to take care of yourseIf right now, okay?

That's what you're for.

I see. So, basicaIIy, I just exist to serve you.

WeII, yeah.

-You're gonna make me Iate for work. -That's your probIem.

There are two chicken saIad sandwiches in here. They're for your Iunch.

And don't eat them before noon...

because you'II have to wait untiI I get home from work to eat again.

What are these things supposed to be?

Have a nice day.

Are we reaIIy supposed to beIieve Britney Spears is a virgin?

Why exactIy are we supposed to care?

I'd Iike for you to do me a favor and check on NikoIai when you get home.

I won't be home untiI Iate.

-Parker and I have pIans. -I thought you and Parker had a faIIing-out.

We made up.

I figured it was better to have a Ioser for a friend than to have no friends at aII.

WeII, what are you doing with her?

We're going to the Getty.

Do you think I'm an idiot?

No, of course not.

It's not Iike I'm Iying to cover up my drug habit.

I'm Iying to get out of having to empty the bedpan of the man you're sIeeping with.

I don't feeI I shouId have to do that.

For God's sake, that's not what I'm asking you to do.

Good.

You have absoIuteIy no idea how easy you have it.

PIease teII me you're not gonna start taIking about your IegIess grandmother again.

I pity you, CIaire.

You are under the mistaken impression that Iife owes you something.

WeII, you're in for some very harsh surprises.

Sorry I'm Iate. Traffic was unbeIievabIe. Are they here yet?

Yeah, they're waiting in the Wisteria Room.

-Dave, I've got something I need to ask you. -What?

What's with the red face?

Keith and I were fooIing around, and, weII, he hadn't shaved.

You big whore.

-Is it reaIIy bad? -No.

ActuaIIy, it's bright red. It's red as a baboon's ass.

Oh, my God! I Iook Iike a burn victim.

What I wanted to ask was if you'd be best man at my wedding.

-Of course I wiII. -ExceIIent.

-AII right, you ready to roII? -Yeah.

Good Lord.

So, Dad aIready took care of everything?

It's aII specified in the pre-need contract.

For the viewing, he's chosen a ParIiament casket...

foIIowed by a cremation and internment at Cedar Grove...

in the remaining chamber of a prayer-IeveI doubIe crypt.

-With Mom? -Harriet MitcheII Garrison?

That's her.

So there's nothing for us to do.

AII you have to do is show up.

Okay.

Oh, my God!

I feeI so awfuI.

I can't remember the Iast time that I saw him.

Honey, it's okay.

He knew we Ioved him.

I can give you the number of a great dermatoIogist.

-What up, UncIe Keith? -Hey, you forgot these at my house.

I hate these nasty oId things.

-They're good for you. -I Iike the FIintstones.

ShouIdn't you be in schooI?

Mama's sick. I'm staying home today to take care of her.

Hey. Don't come too cIose to me. I got the fIu.

You got the fIu. Have you been to see the doctor?

I ain't paying nobody's doctor $100 just to teII me to stay in bed. Fuck that shit.

-You don't have a temperature. -Are you sure?

Maybe you shouId stick a thermometer up my ass.

Go pIay in your room.

No, honey, TayIor. You stay here. Mama needs you.

Go.

You've got a choice to make.

You can either Iet me check you into a drug rehab--

I aIready toId you. I went to rehab in OakIand. I am cIean. What the fuck?

I'II caII the station, we'II search this house, and if we find anything...

you'II face charges. You got that? It's your choice.

You sound just Iike Daddy, you know that? You know that?

You done gone and turned into Daddy! What are you gonna do next?

SIap me so hard I can't hear out of one ear for the next day-and-a-haIf?

You remember that?

It's your choice, KarIa.

God damn it.

You need heIp. I can get you heIp.

I'II find you the best heIp there is. I swear to you I wiII.

I said okay.

Okay, but it has to be outpatient. I'm not Ieaving TayIor again. So....

No major faciaI damage. That's a pIus.

I'm gonna have to do some major pIug-ins on the top of the head here, though.

It's a good thing he's not baId.

Why's that?

It'd be a IittIe hard to wig him...

since everybody remembered him with his head aII nice and shiny, you know?

HeIIo?

Oh, for Christ's sake!

I gotta swing by AppIeby and pick up the ParIiament.

-You probabIy need some heIp with that. -Not reaIIy.

Yes, reaIIy.

HeIIo? Anyone!

PIease, I'm so bored.

That's not my probIem, paI.

-He's gotta be driving you crazy. -Not at aII.

ActuaIIy, our reIationship has reached a whoIe new IeveI.

How so?

WeII, it's not just about the sex anymore.

There's more intimacy. He's Ietting his guard down.

He's aIIowing me to see him at his most vuInerabIe.

WeII, that's great, cupcake.

CIarify one thing for me. He is bedridden, right?

HeIIo? Who is there?

Can you heIp me?

That depends on what you want.

I ate aIready my Iunch, and I am starving. I cannot waIk.

She is my favorite, this one. Such a bitch.

She wouId be a wiIdcat in Iove I think.

She's the kind that Ieaves scratch marks aII over your body.

Yeah, but she's, Iike, 60.

Doesn't matter. Besides, I think she's Latin.

They're aIways hot-bIooded.

-What kind of sandwich this is? -Pork.

It is not so good. Needs saIt.

-If you don't Iike it, I'II eat it. -No, I wiII eat.

It was supposed to be mine anyway.

-What happened to your face? -It's none of your fucking business, paI.

Okay.

Sorry.

I don't understand. I'm his wife.

He shouId be buried with me.

WeII, unfortunateIy, he stipuIated in his pre-need contract...

that he was to be buried with his former wife.

That's gotta be a mistake. He must've made those arrangements before he married me.

This is dated October of '98.

I never even knew he had done this.

Neither did his daughters.

God, I'm sure they just Iove it, though.

They've aIways hated me.

They thought their daddy was too good for me.

And apparentIy, so did he.

I'm sure that's not true.

So this thing's aII signed, seaIed, and paid for?

There's no recourse for me.

WeII, actuaIIy, it hasn't been paid in fuII.

ReaIIy?

You know, he did Ieave everything to me...

and I hope you don't think I'm gonna be paying for such a bIatant sIap in my face.

What the hell is Mom doing in Belize?

She's on some sort of cruise for the recentIy separated.

Maybe it's for peopIe who want to quit smoking.

What a freak.

I'm fine with water.

Have you spoken to Dad?

Yeah, right.

So what's with you Iiving with her?

WeII, it sure beats the hospitaI.

You know, Bren, I stiII go in three times a week to see Dr. Hanover.

She's great.

-Yeah? -Yeah, she's a totaI genius.

She's heIped me Iook at a Iot of my shit.

That's good.

Yeah.

So, how's Nate?

He's not so great.

He was recentIy diagnosed with this brain condition...

and he's had a coupIe of seizures, actuaIIy.

He couId have a stroke.

Shit!

-That sucks. -Yeah.

WeII, now I know why you're marrying him.

Fuck you!

Wow, that hit a nerve. Must be true.

No, I'm just a IittIe surprised at how randomIy crueI you can be.

I guess I'd forgotten what a kick you get out of that.

See, this is what you do.

You invaIidate anything I say that might chaIIenge your authority.

You Iearned it from Mom.

The same way that you Iearned to expIain everything to me...

-Iike I'm an idiot from Dad. -No, I Iearned that from you.

ApparentIy you're stiII angry at me for committing you.

No. That was the best thing that couId have happened to me.

Then why wouIdn't you see me...

or take my caIIs or e-maiI?

Because Dr. Hanover suggested...

that I might be abIe to do more constructive work...

if I cut things off with you for a whiIe.

Because you have contributed a Iot to my pathoIogy.

-You have a medicaI condition. -It's not just about pharmaceuticaIs.

I never deveIoped any functionaI way to deaI with the worId...

because you kept me from it.

I've done a reaI number on you.

You were aIways there, Iooking out for me, protecting me, being strong for me.

I never Iearned how to take care of myseIf.

I mean, shit, Brenda, I've never even had a reaI girIfriend.

I never Iet you have a girIfriend? That's reaIIy....

You fucking asshoIe!

I thought we couId have a rationaI discussion.

How dare you bIame me for that, BiIIy?

I'm not saying that you did it on purpose.

But I do think we need to disengage from each other...

because our reIationship is reaIIy toxic.

Okay.

And I don't know how Iong it needs to Iast.

ProbabIy a very Iong time.

Maybe.

Anyway...

I have somewhere I have to be, but thank you for the grub.

-Hey, you Iook nice. -Thanks.

Where you going?

-To meet a friend. -BiIIy Chenowith?

Yeah.

I don't think you shouId be seeing him.

I'II just fiIe that under ''couIdn't possibIy matter Iess.''

He can be dangerous.

I can take care of myseIf, Nate.

Okay. Are you armed, in case he puIIs a knife on you?

-How much time have you spent with him? -How much time have you spent with him?

Enough to know he isn't a drooIing psychopath. He's got a disease.

He went through a period where he went off his medication...

because he was fucked up and in deniaI about it.

It's under controI now. Sound famiIiar?

It was very sIow at work today.

It is because I wasn't there.

-You and Robbie are Iazy. -That is not true.

Why, just today I reorganized the ribbons, I cIeaned the inside of the cash register...

and I spent a coupIe of hours Iooking at the books.

-That is not your job. -No, and it's apparentIy not yours, either.

I've never seen a messier, more incoherent bookkeeping system.

I thought my husband was bad.

I don't want you messing with my books.

This is my personaI finances. None of your business.

May I remind you that I've been paying your medicaI biIIs?

I wiII pay back.

You're gonna be in big troubIe if you get audited.

-That buIIshit. -Language.

So, Iisten, I reaIIy wanted to thank you.

For what?

For being the onIy person who kept in touch with me...

whiIe I was in the home for the tragicaIIy inappropriate.

Are you kidding me?

Your e-maiIs were totaIIy briIIiant. I saved them aII.

It was the onIy thing that kept me going.

I know I wouId never have given me a second chance...

after the way I treated you the first time we met.

-So, no word from Gabe at aII? -Nada.

Which is fine. Like, seriousIy, good riddance.

It was so obvious he was never gonna take charge of his Iife, you know?

WeII, it's hard. Few peopIe ever do.

Yeah, but most peopIe are abIe to avoid becoming drug-addict criminaIs.

Yeah, most peopIe.

Hey, what are you doing tomorrow?

I'm not sure. Why?

WeII, I need some heIp with this project...

and there's not reaIIy anybody eIse I can ask.

-Okay. -Yeah?

CooI.

We're back with our exclusive visit...

with one of the year's happiest and sexiest couples, David and Keith Fisher-Charles.

So guys, tell me, how do you do it?

-Well, Leeza, it takes a lot of work. -It's not that much work.

He's right. We've done all the work.

I think people don't appreciate how important that is.

No, they really don't.

-Now, you've got kids. How many? -Two.

-And we're talking about a third. -Yeah, we're talking about a third.

I think the key is to do everything together...

from PTA meetings to the White Party in Palm Springs.

Togetherness is the key. We're a partnership. We're a team.

-How Iong have I been asIeep? -About an hour I think.

Shit.

I'm never gonna get back to sIeep tonight.

Why didn't you wake me up?

Because you're totaIIy sIeep-deprived. You shouId take it where you can get it.

-Are you staying here tonight? -I was pIanning on it.

-WouId you rather I didn't? -Maybe.... I don't know.

Maybe we're moving a IittIe too fast.

Okay. I can go home.

I mean, it's just that we've spent the Iast six nights together.

Yeah, sure, no probIem.

CaII me tomorrow.

What?

-It's what our father wanted. -No, it's what you want.

-Because you've never Iiked me. -WeII, you got that right.

You couIdn't controI your father when he was aIive...

and now you're trying to do it when he's dead.

It was his decision.

There is a significant unpaid baIance on the account.

We'II pay for it!

Take money from them, you'II hear from my attorney.

I reaIIy don't think that's necessary.

No? I gave the Iast six years of my Iife to that man...

and contrary to what these stupid bitches think...

I reaIIy did Iove him, and I wiII not be humiIiated Iike this!

WeII, if you do not foIIow our father's instructions exactIy...

you'II hear from our attorney.

-Who used to work for Disney. -Bring it on, ferret face!

-Fuck you, you goId-digging sIut! -How dare you!

There are naked pictures of you on the Internet. My son showed them to me.

Shut up, aII of you! Shut the fuck up!

Jesus Christ, a man died.

Your husband. Your father.

He Iived a Iife, and now he's dead.

Show some respect.

And if you reaIIy Ioved him, and I beIieve you did...

you'II give him what he wanted.

If you don't, then you never reaIIy Ioved him. It's as simpIe as that.

Thank you.

And if I so much as get a phone caII from anybody's Iawyer...

we'II give the body back...

and the three of you can tear him to pieces Iike fucking jackaIs if you want to.

It's not your decision.

God!

Oh, my God.

Hey, I'm right here, okay?

It's okay.

What happened to me, Keith?

I used to be okay.

I used to be abIe to Iive without aII this sadness...

without aII this...

-never having any hope. -You're here, aren't you?

And my baby...

she's so precious.

I am such a bad mother.

Hey, Iook at me. No, you're not.

I've seen worse. BeIieve me, I have.

None of it's her fauIt.

She doesn't deserve this.

Look, Iet's just put it aII behind you, okay?

I wish we couId just start over.

-Nate, hi. -What are you doing here?

I'm just....

Remember when I toId you about that movie producer who was Iooking for a vegan chef?

I finaIIy caved in and took the job.

-CooI. -Yeah, finaIIy soId out.

-So, you Iive here now? -WeII, the PaIisades.

Since when?

Since right after Christmas.

I didn't want to bother you. You have a whoIe new Iife and aII.

Lisa, come on, we're friends.

There's a great juice bar here. Let's get caught up, okay?

Okay.

''Of aII the Iies we're fed, on which we gorge in our comfort-addicted worId...

''none is more insidious than the Iie of romance.

''The seductive but infantiIe notion...

''that somewhere there exists someone to compIement us in every way.

''Someone who wiII make us compIete.

''Of course, this iIIusion...

''keeps us from ever being compIete in and of ourseIves...

''and eventuaIIy encourages us...

''to despise our shortcomings, our fIaws...

''everything in which our humanity Iies.

''Our humanity, without which, of course...

''we are nothing.''

It's strange. I mean, she's a strict vegan...

but she drinks Iike a fish and she does a Iot of bIow.

But she's nice to me, and I needed to make some reaI money for a change.

So, what's new with you?

WeII, not much. Same oId same oId, you know.

-How's Brenda? -She's great. We're....

We're engaged.

-You're kidding. -Yeah, I know, it's....

-What about you? You seeing anybody? -No, not reaIIy.

By the way, I'm pregnant.

-Wow, that's great! -Yeah. Five months.

She's a kicker.

Don't worry. I don't expect anything from you.

-I don't expect anything at aII. -Lisa, I don't....

Don't you remember when you came to SeattIe Iast August and you fucked me?

Then you Ieft the next day Iike it didn't mean a goddamn thing?

It did mean something to you 'cause you were crying Iike a baby.

That's not the reason I was crying.

You were crying 'cause you knew you were home. Because you missed me.

Because you knew that you and I shouId be together. Then you fucked me.

Then you chickened out the next day and I saw you for exactIy who you are:

a coward who was never going to own up to the way he reaIIy feIt about me.

How couId you not teII me about this?

Because we aIready went through this once before.

But this time, I'm gonna do it. I'm gonna have it without you.

I don't know--

CongratuIations, you know, on the whoIe getting married thing.

-She must be out of her fucking mind. -Just give me--

Don't.

Come on in.

AII right, Iet me show you.

You can put your purse down if you Iike.

Here it is.

This is your focus, and this is your zoom.

That's pretty much it.

So here you go.

You'II get a feeI for it.

Okay, what do you want me to do?

Just, you know, foIIow your instincts. ReIax. Don't think about yourseIf at aII.

-I know that's impossibIe for a 1 7-year-oId. -Eighteen.

What you don't know is you're going to be 18 for the rest of your Iife.

I've tried to do seIf-portraits before...

but they aIways turn out so contrived, Iike I'm trying to be some version of myseIf.

So fucking juveniIe.

And I reaIIy want to see it, you know?

I want to.

I need to see what I've done.

And I think it reaIIy is impossibIe for somebody to see themseIves.

You need someone eIse's eyes.

I need somebody eIse to see me.

Somebody who isn't Brenda.

She sees things a IittIe too darkIy.

I mean, I don't need any heIp going there.

Besides, I've Iooked through her eyes enough for one Iifetime, you know.

What are you seeing?

I'm on your scar, reaIIy cIose up.

What does it Iook Iike?

Like the surface of the moon.

That's good.

That's the thing about Narcissus.

It's not that he's so fucking in Iove with himseIf, because he isn't at aII.

Fucking hates himseIf.

It's that without that refIection Iooking back at him...

he doesn't exist.

BiIIy, are you okay?

Yeah. Don't be freaked out. This is good. This is exactIy what I needed to happen.

I'm fucking crying.

Oh, God, I'm sorry, this is intense. You can go.

It's okay, I'II be aII right, I swear.

-NikoIai? -I toId you, he's not here.

Where is NikoIai?

-He's not in today. Can I heIp you? -Where is he?

He's at home.

No. There is no one at his house.

-Who are you? -I'm a friend of his.

I have something for him.

-I need to know where he is. -He's in the hospitaI.

He was robbed and beaten up and the poIice are investigating.

You teII....

You teII NikoIai...

that Yuri says he is sorry...

and hopes he wiII be better very soon.

I take this for my mother.

Way to go, buddy boy.

Nice to know you're not shooting bIanks, right?

Oh, God, what the fuck am I going to do?

You don't have to do anything. That's the beauty part.

No, I have to teII Brenda.

No, you don't.

I can't keep something Iike this from her. We're getting married.

Not if you teII her, you're not.

You reaIIy think she'd stay with you?

My guess is she's just Iooking for a way out anyway.

You know, ever since she found out about the....

What?

You think she meant everything she said about sticking with you?

Oh, yeah.

Nothing turns the women on more than a potentiaIIy fataI brain condition.

Try coughing up bIood. I bet you'II be getting Iaid Ieft and right.

You know, buddy boy, sometimes you can be a fucking moron.

-I can't. -Sure you can.

You can get away with anything. There's shit on me you stiII don't know.

Things you'II never know. And Iet me teII you, you're better off for it.

No, I shouId teII her. She deserves that.

You want to die aIone? Go right ahead.

Oh, my God, it was haIIucinatory, and I'm sorry but it was so....

You know, I couId just.... I couId feeI every inch of my skin.

I couId just feeI that I was so goddamn aIive.

You know how guys who've been to war taIk about it?

Yeah, Iike that. Like I was right in the fucking center of Iife!

Wow. For a random fuck, sounds pretty great.

But it wasn't him. I don't even remember him.

God, what was it?

I've had spontaneous, anonymous sex before.

Maybe it's just the thriII of breaking the ruIes.

You are engaged.

You keep harping on about that. It's not it.

It's not about me and Nate. It's not it at aII.

It's about me not being outside myseIf for once.

Not watching, not anaIyzing every goddamn moment as it happens.

Not hoIding back. Just becoming...

pure sensation.

Becoming energy. Just becoming nature.

-Sounds pretty great. -Yeah. Oh, my God!

It was such a fucking rush.

And then I came home and I wrote a whoIe 1 2 pages without stopping.

What if I'm Iosing my shit?

What if this is the beginning of some serious mentaI iIIness, you know?

Chances are I am geneticaIIy predisposed.

Fuck it. That's just me being paranoid.

That's just me being afraid to be out of controI.

As if anybody's ever in controI.

I can give you the name of my therapist if you want to taIk to somebody.

No, thanks.

I wiII never taIk to a therapist.

Therapists fucked up my Iife. I don't need a fucking therapist.

-Want another beer? -Sure.

I come to this country with nothing.

My wife was aIready dead for many years.

My son is dead, too.

And so I come to America. Why not?

I working, cIeaning toiIets at the studio...

riding bus...

growing potato in the box in the roof.

Bank, they don't want to give me money to start my business.

So I have to go somewhere eIse. What choice do I have?

How much money do you owe them?

I don't know. It keeps changing.

Interest.

-NikoIai, you shouId caII the poIice. -Yeah, poIice.

This is no different than Moscow.

No difference at aII.

Keith, are you okay?

No.

What's wrong?

Is it because of the shooting?

No, it is not because of the shooting.

Damn, you're Iike a fucking broken record about that.

-What is it then? -What difference does it make?

Am I not aIIowed to feeI shitty every now and then?

I just want to heIp.

Is it because TayIor isn't Iiving here anymore?

No. You know what? I'm gIad TayIor's not Iiving here anymore.

I didn't ask for the responsibiIity of taking care of a chiId. I don't want it.

I'm gIad. I have my Iife back!

I'm sick and tired of taking care of everybody eIse's fucking probIems!

Okay.

Oh, God. I'm sorry.

I don't mean to take it out on you.

You can.

I mean, we aII need to vent. That's just part of it, right?

You can teII me to shut the fuck up.

I don't mind, reaIIy.

I do miss her.

Me, too.

-You want to have sex? -Sure.

I want to do it on the fIoor.

Okay. Let me just put these groceries away.

How was your day?

It was okay. Long.

-You? -Okay. I got a Iot of writing done.

That's good.

Did you eat?

No, I didn't.

Do you want me to fix you something?

No, I'm not hungry.

What's this?

Some book everyone's raving about.

-You met him? -No, it beIongs to my mom.

Oh, God.

Dear friends, it was our Lord Jesus HimseIf who said:

''Come to me, aII you who Iabor and are burdened...

''and I wiII give you rest.''

Let us pray then, for our brother Dwight Garrison...

that he may rest from his Iabors and enter....

Nate, are you okay? You don't Iook weII.

Yeah, I just...

didn't sIeep a Iot Iast night.

You're taking care of yourseIf, right?

You're taking your medication, not Ietting yourseIf get too stressed out?

I'm doing my best.

Mrs. Garrison, is there anything we can do?

I just wanted to thank you.

The service is IoveIy.

I'm pIeased you approve.

And I aIso want to apoIogize for the way I behaved yesterday.

I was just....

I'm just so fucking angry.

He shouIdn't have died.

He was stiII young.

We onIy had six years together.

OnIy six years.

It's more than some peopIe have.

-It's not enough. -I know.

I know, it's never enough.

I went to Cedar Grove.

The crypt next to Dwight and his wife's was empty, so I bought it.

-ReaIIy? -Yeah. I stiII want to be buried with him.

Or next to him, if that's aII I can get.

That's IoveIy.

I don't want those bitches anywhere near him, so I bought the one on the other side.

I'd Iike to come in on Monday and make aII the arrangements in advance...

you know, Iike he did.

Of course. Any time after 9:00.

Thank you.

Yes, I do have teIemarketing experience.

Can you teII me where you're Iocated?

I can't come this morning. I have a previous appointment.

How about if I come around 2:30?

Okay. Thank you so much. What's your name?

Thank you, Martha.

Hey, honey. You done? Thanks, baby.

You did reaI good.

I'II take this to the doctor's office on my way to my interview...

and we'II need to do this about twice a week, okay?

Okay. Am I sick?

No, of course not. You're not sick.

I just want to make sure you don't get sick. Okay?

Okay.

You're such a good girI, you know that?

And Mama Ioves you very much.

I Iove you, too, Mama.

I thought you were working tiII midnight.

They switched my scheduIe around again.

What have you got in the bag?

These are just some things I thought I'd keep over here, if that's okay.

Prevacid. I have acid refIux. I have to take it every night...

so I got an extra prescription fiIIed so I don't miss it when I stay over.

That's my Night Guard...

so I don't grind my teeth.

Buckwheat piIIow. It's hypoaIIergenic.

EarpIugs for when you snore.

-Are you moving in? -Of course not.

Because I don't remember discussing you moving in.

I'm not moving in. Jesus, are you paranoid or what?

'Cause Iiving together, I'm not sure we're ready for that.

Okay, it's just stuff, Keith. I stiII have my own pIace.

-WouId you Iike me to go there now? -No, I made dinner.

Oz is on.

Does the term ''mixed messages'' mean anything to you?

Come on.

I'm just fucking with you, fooI. I think you shouId move in.

-ReaIIy? -Yeah. What are we waiting for?

As Iong as you don't think you're bringing any of that ugIy-ass furniture with you.

What are you doing?

Just making a Iist of things I have to do on Monday.

You were right about BiIIy.

-What happened? -Nothing. Nothing happened. It's just....

He's just on this compIeteIy different waveIength...

and it's not a waveIength I want to be anywhere near.

WeII, I'm gIad to hear that.

Good night.

Good night.

You've got mail.