All language subtitles for 104 English------------

- * Touch me *

* So *

* Touch me now *

* I'm in heaven *

* *

[knock at door]

- Almost done.

- Most of the country is in a drought,

and you are literally taking showers for 20 minutes!

- Sorry.

- It's okay.

Solving climate change seems kind of hopeless anyway.

[door creaks]

- [muffled] Brodie, I'm leaving.

[muffled laughter]

[upbeat percussive music]

* *

- What in the gay hell?

* *

[inhales deeply]

- Hey, I forgot my--

Never mind.

* *

[upbeat percussive music]

* *

* [trilling vocalizations] *

* *

[soft percussive music]

* *

[message sent whoosh]

[cell phone buzzes]

* *

- [squeals]

Hey, Mom?

- Yeah?

- Have you seen that-- uh, that jacket?

It was--it was just here.

The--the hot one.

- Um, I think so.

- Oh, yes. Thank you.

Gimme. - You mean myjacket?

- Yes. Can I borrow it?

- Hmm. What's the occasion?

- Nothing. Come on.

Gimme. - Tell me. Tell me.

[cell phone buzzes] - Stop.

- [chuckles]

Who are you texting?

It looks like someone just peed in your Cheerios.

- No one.

Thank you. - Fine.

I know, we share everything.

I kind of miss you borrowing my clothes for your looks.

You remember that, uh, slip nightgown?

It was so "Romy and Michele."

- Mm, yeah.

A-buh-buh. Mom!

- What? Come on.

I didn't even look.

- Okay, I gotta go.

I'm already running late,

and my friend's waiting for me, so I'll see you later.

- Okay. Well, I'm heading out. Why don't I drop you off?

- I am not going anywhere with you in that.

You look like "Emily in Paris."

- Don't be jealous.

- I'm not. - [chuckling] Okay.

Why don't I drop you off?

- [groans softly]

Okay, fine.

Fine. Let's go.

Chop-chop!

- Excuse me.

We were promised brunch,

not an opportunity to do manual labor for you.

- [chuckles] Well, I thought it'd be a good group activity.

We can snack and talk and clean.

Fun.

- In the name of feminism,

I will not be mopping up your cum cave.

[muffled moaning]

Speaking of,

glad someone's getting something to eat this morning.

- [chuckles]

Brodie, call us old-fashioned,

but can you have people fuck after the babies leave?

[door opens]

[laughter]

- Sorry for the show. [chuckles]

Gotta keep sucking this dick

as much as possible before tomorrow,

when this little Cinderella turns into an unpaid pumpkin.

- Not my choice.

- Good morning. - Morning.

- Okay, so I think we are due for a night off of Ghost Fag.

Every weekend is a lot.

- Yeah, I think I need a break from being gay.

- Wow, so the one night you want to cancel Ghost Fag

just so happens to be the same night

designed to give people with disabilities

an accessible place to hang and fuck, like?

- I mean, they've waited this long.

What's one more night?

I'm kidding.

I'm just tired, and I want my space back.

- What about you, Julian?

Don't you want to hang with your fellow crips?

- Marvin, you literally refuse to be my friend.

- And now you see why. [laughter]

Look, the party's happening, okay? Press are coming.

- Oh, the real reason for your altruism. Wow.

- As much as I would love to fuck Shar

while being interviewed for some straight girl's podcast,

it's our anniversary.

all: Aww. - Yeah. Brunch, babe?

- Yes, but first, I'm gonna

need you to pose with the babies.

They look so cute right now.

- Mm.

[camera shutter clicks]

Aww. Our first family photo.

- Family? Since when? You can't even tell them apart.

[chuckling]

- Well, first of all, they look like two identical blobs.

And secondly, maybe I would be able to tell which one

is which if you invited me over to hang sometime.

- Seriously?

You've expressed zero interest, Brodie.

W-which is fine, obviously.

- Maybe I'm becoming daddy-curious.

- [chuckles] Yeah, for the next five minutes,

until you're distracted by a literal daddy.

[all chuckling] - Ooh, drag him.

[laughter]

Come on, Ruthie. Let's go face-fuck some pancakes.

- Yay. All my favorite old people in one place.

- Ah, Mingus, so glad you could make it.

- Ooh, chocolate chip.

Grab a muffin and a broom.

- Yes, sir. Reporting for duty.

- Glad I'm missing, uh, whatever this is.

[playful music]

- Um, Marvin, about the crip rave,

do you have to have sex, like, in front of everyone,

or is it just--

- Yep.

It's mandatory you get railed

by every single person in the room.

Afterwards,

they won't know if that limp is from the CP or the orgy.

- Delightful. I'll do snacks.

- [chuckles]

* *

- Hey, you okay, J?

- Yeah.

I feel like I'm gonna pull an Ephron

and be the "Wallflower at the Orgy" tonight.

- What are you talking about?

You recently got arrested for blowing a rando in public.

- Okay, that was an enclosed space,

and no one was watching.

How's it gonna be, being at a sex party with Noah?

- It'll be fine.

I mean, I'm over it.

But what about you, hm?

I know you're anti-sex party,

but are you anti-dating?

- No. I'm not anti, I just, um--

I've never been in a relationship, and, uh,

they just seem like this complicated intrusion

on a person's otherwise happy life.

- Mm, yeah.

I mean, they canbe complicated.

You know? but they can also feel like

a warm sweater for your heart...

and penis.

- [scoffs]

Whatever.

The point is, is that I like things the way they are.

Okay?

["Less and Less" by Jennifer O'Connor]

- * It's looking more and more and more *

* Like less and less *

[music playing quietly]

* Affectations making the front page *

- Oh--you're gonna want to make sure

that glory hole is the right height.

My friend, Benny, really hurt his back

crouching down into one.

- Mom, what are you doing here?

- Da fuck? We got people's moms in this bitch?

- Um, hi.

I know we're breaking, like, 50 laws

using this as an event space, but please don't tell on us.

- Did we kidnap your child? Because you can have them back.

[laughter]

- Mom, I repeat, what are you doing here?

- I just came to give you your lipstick.

You left it in the car.

- Not mine.

- Well, anyway, hi, everyone.

My name is Judy.

- Whoo!

[laughing]

- Oh, can I do the honors?

Uh, Brodie, this is Mingus' mom.

Uh, Judy, was it?

- Brodie, Mingus has told me so much about you.

And by "so much" I mean he's been really cagey,

and now I see why,

because you're a lot older than him,

aren't you?

- Oop. - I-I mean, I'm not judging.

I was just, um, taking in the information.

- We're just friends. - [coughs]

- Mom, can you stop, please?

- I'm Marvin. - Hi, Marvin.

- [chuckles] One of the geniuses behind this here,

you know, crip rave extravaganza/sex party.

- Oh, wow.

An inclusive orgy.

This generation really is gonna change the fucking world.

It just sucks that the poppers today are so shitty.

- That's what I've been saying.

Where are the fucking standards?

- Right? Right? [laughs]

It's, like, a knockoff of a knockoff.

Oh, my God. I sound like the older guys I dated.

- Oh, my God. Mom, can you stop please?

Like, this cool mom routine you're doing

is fucking embarrassing.

[tense music]

* *

- Okay! I fucked up!

Where are you going?

Mingus!

* *

* *

- Don't just say she's a rich bitch or a slut.

Let's try and go deeper than that.

Really ask yourself,

what kind of titties would my drag persona have?

Big, wild, natural ones or hard-as-a-rock fake ones

you got done on the cheap in Mexico?

It's called character building, y'all.

Wishful thinking, Skyler.

- You're right. I got greedy.

- Uh-huh, and you cleaning that up too.

Look who fucking came back.

You ready to play, Chicky?

- Yeah. Yeah, I think so.

- All right.

[baby cooing]

- Why are we so dressed up?

Are we going to an "Eyes Wide Shut"

masquerade ball/orgy?

- [scoffs] You know it has to be a surprise.

It's tradition.

[cell phone buzzes]

Oh, shit.

Brenda just texted saying she has quote, unquote

"martini poisoning" and can't babysit tonight.

- [groans] No. - I guess--

I guess I'll start canceling.

- Canceling?

Uh, no, bitch. It's our anniversary.

We're going out.

- But there is no one that can watch them

with this short notice.

[playful music]

* *

- You know, I just want the record to show

that I'm here, bravely abandoning my baby, Ghost Fag,

to help with my other babies, and for that,

Uncle Daddy's a hero.

- They are not your babies, bitch.

- What Shar means is that, eventually,

we should talk about the role you want to play

in our children's lives,

but for now, just don't kill 'em, okay?

- Sorry. Ali's texted me eight times

since I walked through the door.

- Oh, this is promising.

You can't even do one thing at a time.

- Ah, give him a break, Shar. He could be our Mary Poppers.

- The most important thing to remember

is they have to be down by 7:00.

If you miss that window, you've summoned Satan.

They'll scream all night, and it'll be hell for all of us.

- Yeah, yeah, yeah. 7:30 p.m. Got it.

- I said 7:00.

Mm. Hilarious.

- Admiral's Plantation. Wow.

Is this your problematic fav or something?

- It's a NOLA institution.

The food is supposed to be incredible.

Plus, it's fun to act bougie and privileged for one night.

Let's have the confidence of mediocre,

straight white men.

- Confidence isn't really an issue for me, babe.

But sure, I'll give it a try. - [chuckles]

[babies scream-crying]

- [humming]

Uh, Flo, Jett, why are you acting

like two circuit gays in front of a plate of carbs?

Just drink the milk. [both scream-crying]

Okay. Um, fine.

Shh. Fine.

Um, how about we take a selfie?

Come on. Help Daddy show Noah that he's a recovering,

responsible fuckboy, okay?

Hey, look, look. Hi! Hi!

Yeah. Oh, yeah. [camera shutter clicks]

Oh!

Oh, wow. Here. Yeah.

[both scream-crying]

Remind me to teach you your angles.

- What does one wear to a sex party?

And why is there a sex swing in my room?

- Marvin wanted to make room for the Hoyer lifts.

Also, I'm gonna have to see some of these outfit options

on you to know for sure.

- Don't look.

[slow sensuous music]

* *

Ta-da.

- Only you could pull off a button-down at a sex rave.

Here, let me.

- Oh, thank you.

* *

- Actually, leave the top few unbuttoned.

Well, what are you gonna wear?

- Very little.

Marvin guilted me into being a go-go dancer, so.

- Wow. How nice for everyone.

- [chuckles] Would you tip me?

- Mm-hmm.

* *

Ugh, that's it. Okay?

You need to stop being all "Temptation Island" with me,

because Brodie is my brother,

and it's too incestuous,

even for gay guys.

[funky music]

[chatter and cheers]

* *

[cheers and whistles]

- * Be my man *

[cash register ringing]

[cheers]

[music turning down]

- What up, sluts? [laughs]

[cheers and applause]

I know you're all dying to tear each other's clothes off

or have your attendant take them off for you,

but I want to remind everyone

that we're not just fucking for fun, okay?

We're fucking for charity.

[cheers and applause]

All proceeds go to local disabled orgs

whose founders I haven't called racist on Twitter.

[laughter]

Oh, and if you want to take photos, fine.

Whatever. Just remember: consent.

Okay? And don't forget to use the hashtag...

"fuck disabled people"?

[laughter] Ali.

When I asked you to come up with a catchy hashtag,

I thought it was gonna be something empowering,

not offensive.

- It's both. Like you, honey.

[laughter]

- [chuckles and inhales] Look, y'all.

Go have fun, all right? [cheers and applause]

* *

- * Be my man *

- Recently, I turned 50,

and, well, it sucked.

Gay 50 is straight 70,

and it's like suddenly, you're invisible.

And it's really hard not to internalize that.

But I'm here because I refuse to be erased,

and more importantly,

I refuse to erase myself.

For me, drag is an act of defiance.

[all snapping]

- All right, Mingus, you next.

- Oh.

Well, hello.

I'm Mingus.

And gee, uh,

I'm here because I like drag.

And I really need to work on my sewing.

So just a little bit about me.

- Mm-hmm. [scattered snapping]

- Thank you, thank you.

- On that note, let's take a break.

[thumping dance music]

* *

- Come on, people.

I didn't order these custom-made glory holes

for this middle school dance bullshit.

All right? It's time for us to come together.

Literally. Grab some genitals.

Let's go, let's go! Damn.

* *

- Hey, where are the straws?

- I didn't get any.

It's bad for the environment?

- It didn't occur to you that some of us need straws

to eat or drink?

- Oh, I'm-- I'm really, really sorry.

I'm actually not usually this bad at being disabled.

* *

Let me guess.

Your disability is a...

shellfish allergy?

* *

- [mouthing words]

* *

- I'm Julian.

* *

[chuckles]

Well, what gave it away, huh? The seafood tower?

* *

Oh, right.

That makes sense.

* *

Oh. Oh, no, no. I-I can't.

I, um, I--I need to stay here and, um, not have sex with you.

* *

- [mouths words]

* *

- Honey, why are you giving me "Go-go Boy, Interrupted"?

- I'm fine.

- Huh.

* *

Oh, hell no.

- What? - You and Julian?

You out here making puppy eyes at that one-man goof troop?

- No, I'm not.

- Oh, I get it.

It's not safe to discuss in public.

Well, why don't we go get a private room,

while you give me a lap dance?

Uh, uh, uh, uh.

Uh-uh, uh-uh, uh-uh, uh-uh.

[indistinct chatter]

[soft classical music playing]

- I hope you enjoyed your soup.

The turtles are local.

- Wait, wait. Did I just eat literal turtle?

Because that would be amazing.

Uh, fuck turtles.

They're so slow. They deserve to be eaten.

- Uh, can we just get, like, some bread?

- Sure. I'll be right back, ladies.

* *

- [pops lips]

- Okay, that's the second time he's misgendered you,

and you even politely corrected him.

- It's whatever.

I'm used to it.

* *

Do you hate it here? I fucked up?

- I-I'm good, baby. I love it.

* *

Okay. Actually, it sucks.

Fuck that waiter, and fuck this place.

I appreciate the thought.

Baby, I do, but why are we here?

[both chuckle]

Literally everyone in this room voted against our rights.

- I just wanted to do something different.

- I get it, but we can still be young and fun.

The twins are safe.

Look, Brodie's been documenting the whole thing

on Instagram.

- Oh, look at their red, puffy eyes.

I mean, they look like they haven't stopped crying

since we left.

- They'll be fine.

Shar, we've earned a wild night.

- You're right, you're right. I'm sorry.

* *

- Now, open your gift.

- Jewelry?

This is how we supposed to get our edge back?

- Just open it, psycho. - [scoffs softly]

* *

- Ooh, Ruthie. - [giggles softly]

Coke? - Mm-hmm.

- Ruthie, bitch, you trying to get me arrested?

- [laughs] - Hell no.

I haven't done that in years. No.

- Come on.

It's the perfect drug for parents.

It only lasts 15 minutes. We'll be totally sober

by the time we get home to the little babies.

[playful music]

* *

- Wow.

I definitely should have gotten beignets

for the sex party instead.

- [laughs] You know what?

This is why I prefer having sex

with strangers in public restrooms, okay?

There is no food element required.

[chuckles]

Yeah, well, I'm trying to branch out.

Just, um, living at Ghost Fag is, like,

a little intense for me.

Yeah, yeah.

Just, um...

I guess I'm not sure if I fit in there, either.

Okay. Can I just say something that's,

like, potentially offensive?

Signing seems hard.

[mouthing words]

[chuckling] I'm--I'm so sorry.

I just--I think that having CP and being deaf

might just be a bad disability match.

What'd you sign?

["We All Go Up" by Billy Dean Thomas]

* *

- * We all go up *

* *

* We go up, up, up, we go up, yeah *

- Boy, I'll tell you this.

You better at shaking that ass than you are at lying.

- Can't believe you're making me

have this conversation in a wrestling onesie.

Marvin, who hurt you?

- Sit down, baby. You good.

* *

- All right, you really can't tell Brodie anything.

Not like there's anything to tell.

Nothing's even happened.

- But you want to though, huh?

Especially after seeing Julian leave here

with that hot wax figure of a man.

[inhales sharply and groans]

- O-Okay, okay. He wasn't that hot.

- Girl, he was so damn fine

it made me hate Julian even more.

How does that man keep pulling such top-shelf dick?

- Shouldn't you be, like, friends?

- Why? Because we both disabled?

Don't make me cancel your ass, Noah.

We're just different, all right?

Julian's just some basic-ass, rich-ass, white-ass gay

that walks around like he just had leg day at the gym.

Better question is why do you like him so much?

- [sighs]

- What are you guys crying about?

Look, I get it.

You're inheriting a fucked-up world,

and you're gonna have to clean up my generation's giant mess,

but you don't know that yet.

[both scream-crying]

[cell phone buzzing] Okay.

Fuck!

Oh, shit. It's almost 8:00.

Your asses were supposed to be in bed an hour ago.

[sighs heavily]

[softly] Okay.

You know what?

Let's--let's go on a quick field trip.

Yeah? Okay, shh.

[indistinct chatter]

- "I need to work on my sewing."

That was really moving, Mingus.

I choked up.

- Yeah, well,

I didn't know this was gonna be group therapy.

Like, why can't we just go back to,

"What kind of boobs should I have?"

That was fun.

- If you think that drag is just padded bras,

tucking, and death drops,

you in the wrong place.

- [chuckles softly]

- Baby.

Being honest in this space will help you,

as a performer and as a person.

Everybody in this room has gone through shit.

And they not gonna judge you.

[indistinct chatter]

- We loved it. It's just-- - Eyes.

Eyes are bigger than our stomachs.

[jazz music playing]

Okay. Where were we?

- You were worried about turning out like your mom.

- Oh, it's already happening.

- No, baby, it's not.

I wouldn't let it.

I fucking love you.

- I fucking love you too.

And my mom, I guess.

[both moaning softly]

- They know where they are.

[scattered gasping]

- [clears throat]

Watch your elbows, miss.

It's very hot.

- Look, I don't-- I don't want to be annoying,

but I already told you I'm not "miss."

- Right. Sorry... sir.

- Ugh.

- Oh, my dude. - [laughing]

- Look, I told you my pronouns are they/them.

Okay, now, I know you busy

serving all these people tonight,

but I want to implore you to consider

why we, as a society,

have this compulsive need to gender people, because--

- It's a construct, bitch.

[scattered gasping]

- That's right, baby.

I mean, we don't sit here and gender this bread pudding.

- Mm-mm.

- We don't sit here and wonder,

"Now, does this bread pudding have a thick cock

or a tight pussy, hm?"

Let's find out then.

Uh-oh. Oh, okay.

Ooh, fuck.

- [laughs] - Ooh-hoo!

It's a boy.

[chuckles] It's got a big, old thick dick.

Mm-hmm.

Oh, its dick is so big. - Mm.

- It's gonna take a improv class.

- [moaning] - Oh.

- That's disgusting. - Okay, uh--

- Ooh. - Mmm.

- Maybe you shouldn't have the fucking word "plantation"

in the name of your restaurant!

- Fuck you.

- [laughing]

- [groans]

- Wow. Bitch is back.

- Yeah. I don't know what the fuck is getting into me.

- Cocaine. - Ah, right.

Right, right, right, right, right, right.

Right. - I have more.

- Uh, you know, babe, I think I'm good.

- Shar, seeing you like that,

it was fucking hot.

Should we go rave it up?

- Ruthie, the way your brain works.

- [laughs]

My brain's not what's gonna be

fucking the shit out of you tonight.

- Oh!

[howls]

- [sighs] Julian looks at things the way

that I used to look at things,

before I became a fucking jaded

go-go dancer with a law degree.

- Damn, I forgot you were a lawyer.

You are like out of a fucking porno, Noah.

- [sighs]

Look, I--I get it.

It's problematica with the Brodie of it all,

which is why you can't say anything--ever.

- Calm the fuck down. I won't.

- Not like anything will even happen 'cause,

oh, that boy has boundaries for days.

- Well, no shit. He's probably got mad intimacy issues.

- More than the average queer person?

- Uh, yeah.

Look, Julian's CP might be more mild than wild,

but, you know,

he still lives in a society that doesn't give a shit.

You know, he's probably just like,

all right, message received.

I don't deserve a boyfriend or, like, fucking anything.

You know, it's like, how can his heart be accessible

when the world around him isn't?

[muffled thumping music]

* *

[insects chirping]

- Well, I'm gonna say it.

Tonight was a lot more sweet and wholesome

than I would have thought.

Wait, wait.

I can't go inside.

I have to stay outside.

I'm gonna go back to Ghost Fag.

[somber music]

* *

[hopeful music]

* *

- * Don't let the party stop *

* *

* Just keep the rhythm hot, hot, hot *

[babies crying]

* Don't let the party stop *

[babies crying]

* *

- Okay.

Okay, it's okay.

Okay, y'all.

Um, y'all are just gonna hang it here for a second,

okay, while I pass off the keys.

And hey, hey, hey, do not judge me

for putting you in a sex swing, okay?

I'm a work in progress.

- Keys?

What the-- - Bye, Ali.

* *

Okay. Let's get you back to Mommy and Zaddy's...

[babies cooing]

Oh, my God.

* *

Y'all found serenity in a sex swing.

You really are my kids. [babies cooing]

- I've wasted so much time

not being my authentic self.

Like, up until fourth grade.

[laughter]

But now, it's time to fully be me.

[all snapping]

- What about you, Mingus?

Who is Chicky Fil-A?

What's at her core?

- My mom's hand-me-downs.

- Mingus.

- Bussey.

[chuckles]

Um, I mean, when I started wanting to do drag,

my biggest trauma was when my seventh grade boyfriend,

uh, Tristan, ghosted me,

which in my defense, was really hard.

He was, like, so cute. [laughter]

[laughs]

But, uh...

yeah, then, um...

Babylon.

[soft dramatic music]

* *

I don't know. It's like, sort of feels

like I skipped a few steps.

* *

I mean, like, I'm 17,

you know, and I--

I feel like I'm marked or something.

* *

[sniffles softly]

Um...

* *

I don't--I don't-- I don't really know

if I'm supposed to talk about this.

- Just talk.

* *

[music intensifying]

* *

[cheers and applause]

* *

[yelping and screaming]

It's okay if it's too much.

- [breathing heavily] - It's a process.

- All right. I'm sorry to disappoint,

but I am withdrawing

from this trauma dick-measuring contest.

- Hey, Mingus, we're almost done for the day.

- You know what, Bussey, do you get off on this?

Like, no kink-shaming,

but I don't need drag that fucking bad, all right?

- Mingus.

- [breathing shakily]

[door shuts]

[dance music]

* *

- Okay. What's going on?

* *

Are you gonna punish me for being gone most of the night?

Because-- [inhales sharply]

Ooh, fuck yeah, baby. I deserve it.

- Marvin, shut up.

Do you trust me?

- Is this the part where you tell me you murdered someone?

Because I don't know if I can help hide a body.

- Marvin.

I'm serious.

Do you trust me?

* *

- Yeah. I do.

* *

- One second.

Okay.

- [softly] To read lip.

- Oh, of course. Yeah.

[atmospheric music]

* *

[upbeat percussive music]

[moaning softly]

* *

- Hot.

- * Sticks and stones may break my bones *

* But that, that, won't, won't stop, stop me *

* Sticks and stones may break my bones *

* Sticks and stones may break my bones *

* Sticks and stones may break my bones *

* But that, that won't, won't stop, stop, stop *

* Sugar and spice and everything nice *

* That's what they'd like to think they're made of *

* Sugar and spice and everything nice *

* That's what they'd like to think they're made of *

- Mmm. Now let me do you.

- No.

This isn't about me.

It's about you.

I want you to feel good.

* *

- It's different for me. You know that.

- Just let me explore a little bit.

All right?

["Crush" by Softee]

[dreamy pop music]

* *

- * Tonight *

- Feel good? - Yeah.

- * Some time to finally sit on my own *

* *

- [sighs]

- * Can I *

* Even *

* *

* Tolerate myself when I'm alone *

* *

- I've never touched your legs before.

Is that okay?

* *

- Yeah.

- * I got a crush on everyone *

* On everyone *

* On everyone, oh *

* I think I can't love anyone, no *

* Love anyone *

* Love anyone like I love you*

* Ooh * - [moans]

- * Ooh *

* Oh *

* *

* I think I can't love anyone, no *

* Love anyone *

* Love anyone like I love you *

* Ooh *

* Ooh *

* Oh *

* I got a crush on everyone *

* On anyone like I love you *

- Wow.

[chuckles]

[door shuts] [cash register rings]

[tense music]

[toilet flushes]

[door opens]

* *

Did my brother pay you?

Are you a sex worker?

- [mouthing words]

[soft dramatic music]

* *

- N-No.

- [mouthing words]

- No.

* *

- I'm really trying my best here.

Maybe one day--

I don't know--

I can become someone you'd be proud to call your dad...

not donated sperm.

[both giggling]

[playful music]

- What the actual fuck?

* *

- You think Flo and Jett are old enough

to be at a sex party, hm?

- No, but they didn't go down for their bedtime.

- Oh, you're too busy performing babysitting duties

for Instagram, rather than actually babysitting?

- Look, the only reason I came here was to drop off the keys--

you know what? I'm done.

I've been trying to show up for everybody tonight

and prove that I'm actually responsible, but you got me.

- In what way have you been responsible?

- Well, Shar, the babies are asleep.

- Don't do that. Don't defend him.

- I'm not. - I hate this.

I hate that you always protect him when he fucks up.

- [softly] Okay.

- I'm sorry. It's just we were having so much fun.

Don't let this ruin our night.

- That's exactly what this is, Ruthie, one night.

This is not our lives anymore.

- I know that.

- I don't think you do actually.

- Fine. Let's just get out of here.

[babies cooing]

- I'm sorry.

You're clearly doing a great job,

and I know you don't need my help,

but if Brenda ever bails--

- We're good, Brodie.

- Okay, but-- - You are not needed.

[somber music]

* *

- It's okay, it's okay.

- [shushing] [babies crying]

- It's okay. Hi.

* *

- What's this?

- I am extending our relationship.

- Do I even want to know where you got this money?

- No.

- Wow.

- What?

We raised a shitload of money for disabled charities tonight.

And, like, if you think about it,

I'm a disabled charity too, you know?

Look, I had a great time tonight.

Like, a really great time,

and I'm not ready for this to end.

I feel like you and I, we've got a thing.

I mean, a paid thing, I know.

I'm not being delusional or anything...

- Marvin. - I just--

- I feel the same way.

Which, to be clear, is not great.

Sex workers falling for their clients is a big no-no.

- I know I'm irresistible.

- You are.

Look at you tonight,

just commanding every room you walk into.

- I don't walk, bitch.

- You know what I mean.

I like being around you, all right?

[soft hopeful music]

* *

- Mm, mm.

I am at my quota on emotions for one night.

[soft dramatic music]

* *

- Well, look who it is.

Didn't expect to see you till morning.

How was Leo?

- Leo was a surprise.

- Look, I know you were nervous about tonight,

and I just wanted to make sure you had a good time.

- What the fuck is wrong with you?

* *

- Okay.

* *

[sighs]

* *

[door shuts]

[knock at door]

["Just Like Love" by Perfume Genius]

* *

- * Sleeve cut *

* Just off the shoulder *

* *

* You are christening the shape *

* *

* They'll talk *

* Give them every reason *

* *

* For child, you walk *

[knock at door]

* *

- Hey.

* *

- What are you doing here?

* *

- Just wanted to see you.

* *

- Do you think I'm a fuckup?

* *

- * For child *

* You walk *

[all screaming]

* Just like love *

* *

* Just like love *

* *

- No. I don't.

- * Just like love *

* *

* Just like, just like *

* Just like love *

* *

* Just like, just like *

* Just like love *

* *

* Just like, just like *

* Just like love *

* *

* Just like *

* Just like *

[bassy upbeat music]

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