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[upbeat rock music]

- * You, into you *
[school bell ringing]

- John Brinda.
- Here.

- Brodie Beaumont.
- Here.

- PJ Carlin.
- Present.

- Michael Kalus.
- Here.

- Ryan Molina.
- Here.

- * All the time *

- [bleep] O'Neill.

* *

[bleep] O'Neill.

* *

[bleep].

Damn it, [bleep],
I can see you.

- * And you know
I'm here waiting *

* Just to see into you *

* Into you, into you *

- Ruthie?

Ruthie?

Ruthie.

This is so unprofessional.

What would make you think
this is okay?

- I understand.

[upbeat percussive music]

* *

- [whistles, popping lips]

Okay.

So half of these are water,

half are vodka,
and I definitely mixed them up,

so I have no idea
which is which.

- Hey, babe?

- Like, do we try them now
so we know which is which?

Or do we just play
alcoholic roulette

when we get to the parade?
- Okay.

Here's another possibility.
- Huh?

- What if we just stay home,
cuddle, and watch the news?

- "The news"?
- Yeah, you know the news.

Those channels
that make me suicidal.

- Uh, you have actively avoided
watching any coverage

of the shooter's trial.

And now you want to--
- And maybe that was a mistake.

- [sighs]
- Okay, fine.

I don't care
what happens to him,

and I have no desire to watch.

I don't want to go
because I don't know

if I can see
"he who must not be named"

without punching him.
- Really?

My trans girlfriend
is quoting Harry Potter?

- I'm reclaiming it.

Plus, it seems like something
that would piss off Joanne,

and that's a fun bonus.

- Okay, I know
you mad at Brodie, but--

- Well, this is all his fault.

- [sighs]
- What?

- Ruthie, I am trying so hard
to be patient with you.

I really am.
But are you fucking kidding me?

This is not a Brodie problem.

This is
a you and Brodie problem.

He's a bad influence, yeah,
but you lie to me.

You sneak out. You.

You get that, huh?

And if you can't acknowledge
that after all of this,

I don't know
what we doing here.

- I do get that.

Really.

- Okay.

Now, the kids are at Brenda's.

We have the whole day
to ourselves.

Can we please go to this parade
and have fun?

Please?

- Of course.
- Yaap.

- You're making too big
of a deal about this.

- Am I?
Or are you delusional?

- Brodie, delusional?
- Never.

- Ha ha, you're hilarious.

This is the perfect opportunity
for us to hash things out.

Think about it--we'll be
on a moving float together.

She can't run away.

- That sounds like
a really good idea.

- Thank you.

- Okay, I'm just gonna
throw this out there.

Have you ever considered
giving Ruthie some space?

- No. I fucked up.

I have to do something
about it.

- Sounds like drama.

Maybe I'll skip lunch
and go to the parade.

- Wow.
Is Noah a little scared?

- I'm not scared.

I just don't know if I want
to have lunch with my dad,

I mean,
'cause our shit's complicated,

and that's--
- Scary?

- Shut up.

I mean, he's never even
visited me here.

- Well, he's here now, right?

I mean...that's progress.

- [chuckles] I guess?

But, like, what am I gonna do
with him, you know?

I made a list
of 40 possible things

that we could do
after lunch.

40, and 2 of the things listed

are "sports bar"
and "bar to watch sports."

I mean... [sighs]

Maybe I'm overthinking it.

- What if I came to lunch?
- Instead of my dad?

[gasps]
That'd be so much more fun.

- I'm serious.
I'd love to meet him.

Also, I mean,
after all the amazing things

you've said about him,
it's like, how could I not?

- I would love that.

But are you ready for that?

- I grew up in
the Beaumont household, okay?

I'm immune
to parental intimidation.

Also, I want to figure out
your secrets.

You can tell a lot
about someone

from meeting their parents.
- Mm. Never mind.

Consider yourself uninvited,
you little spy.

[sighs] No one I've ever dated
has met him.

Well, I'd be honored
to be the first.

Also, um, maybe we should think
about telling Brodie.

- I mean,
not that I'm passing the blame,

but why do these kids have
to film every fucking moment

at every fucking party anyways?

Can't they just live
in the moment?

Is that too much
to fucking ask?

- Maybe we wait to tell Brodie.

- Mm-hmm.

[upbeat music]

* *

[indistinct chatter]

[siren echoing]

[somber music]

[music picks up]

- Oh, okay, so try to throw
just one at a time.

And don't lob a bag
at anyone's head.

- But what if they deserve it?

- That's a good question.

- It's not a good question.

- I thought it was.

- All right, people, listen,

we're giving good vibes,
not concussions.

- Every day the jury takes

is like a slap
in our fucking faces.

I swear, if he doesn't get
at least a life sentence,

I'm gonna riot.
- Yeah?

You gonna flip a cop car?

[chuckles]
- Okay, maybe not me.

But I am gonna watch
the news coverage

of a Cane's getting looted
with glee.

How are they still talking?
What is there to talk about?

- I have no idea--
- Ugh, and that interview

last night
with the shooter's cousin--

"You know, he was always
such a sweet guy."

Really, bitch? Always?

'Cause I can think of a moment

where he wasn't
that fucking sweet.

- Babe, I think maybe

you should take a break
from watching.

- Not gonna happen.

But you can punish me
for it later.

- What a sweetheart.

But I told you
I have to work tonight.

- Yeah,
you do have to work tonight...

on this ass.
Tshh.

[upbeat music]

* *

- [laughs] Okay! Okay!
- Okay.

- You look amazing.
- Thank you. You too.

- I'm sorry,
but a fucking soy latte?

The order of acceptable coffee
milks is oat, almond,

skim, 2%, whole, then soy.

Soy fucks up my T levels.

Bitch.

- I think this bitch
may be a literal demon.

- I know,
but floats are expensive,

and Babyl-Strong put up
some of the money.

- Why are we here?

- 'Cause we're trying
to give back some hope

to our community.

- Oh.

- What? Is that dumb?

- [chuckles] Nah.

I was just expecting
some bitchy aside

about enemas or some shit.

- We still got time for that.
- You nasty.

- Brodie, I am so glad
we're double-teaming this.

We should...do that more often.

- Now I feel unclean.

Hold up, wait a minute.

Your little float need Bussey
in it.

* *

[school bell rings,
indistinct chatter]

- Do you really need
to do that?

- Study? Yes.
- You have, like, a 4.2 GPA.

I'm pretty sure you don't need
to cram for a Beowulf quiz.

- You've met my parents.

- Brenda's fine. She just--
- Married Winston.

- Okay, well,
that's a good argument.

You know what else
is a good argument?

[upbeat music]

* *

[school bell rings]

- Get to class, boys.

* *

- There will be no grinding,

no drinking,
no hanky-panky of any kind.

And you are responsible

for the behavior
of your dates.

So I want you
to think carefully

about the character
of any girl

you would bring to our school.

- Uh, question.

Does this also apply
to any boys we might bring?

[students chuckle]
- Cut it out, [bleep].

This is a Catholic dance
at a Catholic school.

There will be
Catholic expectations.

- Huh, got it. No boys.
- Exactly.

- Just little boys.

[students chuckle]
- Okay, okay.

Look, I like jokes, too,
but that's enough.

I don't want to JUG anybody.

- Uh, question.

Do these rules still apply
to Father Tim?

And if so, has anyone seen him
since he was transferred

to a different Catholic school
in the middle of the night?

[students chuckle]

- Very funny.

You know what else is funny,
Mr. O'Neill?

You're out of uniform.

- No, I'm not.

Do you think I'd be wearing
a blazer if I didn't have to?

- Where's your tie?

[students chuckle]

Put it on correctly
and have a seat.

- Uh, the handbook doesn't say
where I have to wear my tie,

just that I have to wear it.

- I'm not kidding, [bleep].
Put it on right.

[students whispering]

- No.

I-I don't...

No.

- Do you want me to JUG you?

- Not really,
but it feels like you're making

a big fucking deal about a tie.

- That's it.
Bring me your JUG card.

Now put it on correctly,

or you're going
to Mr. Jameson's office, now.

[soft music]

* *

- You okay?

What was that about?

- Okay, are there any questions
before we take the quiz?

- Yeah, I've got one.

Don't you think calling
detentions "Justice Under God"

is a little gay?

I mean, being overdramatic
is usually our thing.

[dramatic music]

* *

[indistinct chatter]

- Oh, my God, you missed JCJ
almost murder his assistant

over some very weird
and specific dairy opinions.

- Yeah, well, it's probably
a pretty stressful day.

- [laughs] Wow, that must've
been embarrassing for you, huh?

[excited chatter]

* *

- I think
he's gonna like this place.

- [sighs] That's cute
that you think that.

- Hear me out.
It's close to the parade.

- He'll hate
that it's close to the parade.

- Okay, then
why'd you pick it, then?

We could've gone somewhere
on the other side of town.

- Then he would hate that
we weren't near the parade.

- Oh.

He sounds fun.

- I'm sorry.

It's a bad habit.

He's okay.

Uh, you know, the first
couple days will be a journey,

but, uh, he'll soften up.

I mean, he came.
- Yeah.

- I understand
you want contingencies.

Okay, well,
here's a contingency.

I'll let you call me again
contingent on the fact

that you don't waste my time.

I'm walking into a meeting.

[sighs]

What's good here?

[upbeat music]

- Whoo-hoo!
Yeah, I want them beads!

* *

[crowd cheering]

- Whoo!
[both giggling]

* *

- I saw them.
- Ain't nobody saw.

- I don't understand
how we having this conversion.

- Also, Bussey, I saw you
literally beat a man to death.

- That motherfucker
had it coming.

- Brodie, come over here
and be on my side.

- Uh, your side of what now?

- Can you pay attention
to the rest of the world?

The trial, bitch.

- Oh, not interested.

- Okay, so the man who shot you
is on trial,

and you don't care--
how is that possible?

- I don't know. I guess
I got my fill the first time.

- That's fucking insane to me.
- Okay, calm down.

He can have his opinion,
no matter how wrong he is.

- Thank you.

- And you can have yours,
no matter how wrong you are.

- Thank you.

- [scoffs] Look, I just think

the motherfucker
needs the death penalty.

- Now, I don't think
I deserve all that.

- I can't be the only person

who thinks he should get
the chair.

- Baby, I don't think
they do the chair no more.

Lock his ass up,
throw away the key, yes.

- Why do we protest
the prison industrial complex,

but once we the victim,
suddenly we all for it?

[jazzy marching band music
playing]

All right, yeah,
fuck that dude.

Throw away the key.
- Hear-motherfuckin'-hear.

- I mean, I'm definitely
on team fuck him,

but life in prison

seems like a decent punishment

for being a violent, murderous,
homophobic shit stain.

- Yeah, well,
you weren't there, so...

- Shit, babe, I'm sorry.

You're right.

- It's okay.

Just know
that while I'm paying you,

I'm always right.

- Did y'all read that manifesto
somebody leaked on Reddit?

- What, he not a fan
of the gays?

- Girl, at one point,
this motherfucker said,

"I hate to say it,

but these faggots
are destroying our culture."

And I'm like, "Really, bitch?
Do you hate to say it?"

You wrote 20 pages.

Seems like your ass
loves to say it.

* *

- Hey.

[parade sounds muffled]

- Wow.

So this is where they keep
all the candy and beads.

- Yeah, we can pretend
you want the tour,

or we could just...

* *

both: * Whoa,
I never meant to brag *

* But I got him
where I want him now *

* Whoa, it was never
my intention to brag *

* To steal it all away
from you now *

* But, God,
does it feel so good *

* 'Cause I got him
where I want him now *

* And if you could,
then you know you would *

* 'Cause, God,
it just feels so *

- * It just feels so good *
[knocking at door]

* Second chances,
they don't-- *

- Okay, boys,
put away the "Playboys."

- [chuckles]
Yes, sir, they're all gone.

- Brodie,
I saw your biology midterm.

- I got an A-minus.

- Which is not good enough if
your goals are what they are.

If you want to get
into a med school that matters,

you really need
to make yourself stand out.

- Yes, sir, but I really--

- I know you're not talking
back to me right now.

- No, sir. Sorry.

- All right, boys, it's late.
Lights out.

[both sigh]

- I fucking hate that guy.

You okay?

- [sighs]

Do you want me to be honest
or pretend you're someone else?

- I'm sorry.

Hey, if it's any consolation,

the rich white guy
always loses in the end.

- [scoffs]
- Oh, shit, is that not right?

[laughs]

[soft music]

* *

How do he and Brenda
not know you're gay?

- Denial is one hell
of a drug.

[chuckles]

- Do you think...

I don't know.

Maybe you should tell them.

- [groans]
- Hey, at least Brenda.

She doesn't seem to mind
all this gay.

- She's, like...

like, an "I have friends
who are gay" person.

* *

It's different
when it's your kid.

* *

- Yeah.

* *

- You know what?

You're right.
- I am?

- Yeah.

Like, what the fuck am I doing?

I'm stressed all the time.

I let them dictate
my whole life.

I got to stop living in fear.

- Oh, my God, who is she?
Where did she come from?

- Okay, okay!

Look, look, look, I don't--

I don't know
how I should do it,

but it's got to be big.

* *

Let's go to the dance together.

We'll--we'll wear
matching suits.

We'll make out
on the dance floor

and watch Father Antonelli's
head explode.

- Oh, my God,
fuck that homophobe.

- It'll be worth all the JUGs.
- Oh, my God. I love it!

Yeah. Yes!

[both laughing]
- Ohh...

- Wait, so are you gonna
stop being a psycho

about schoolwork you hate
but pretend to love?

- Okay, well,
let's not get crazy.

That one may take a while.
[both laugh]

[grunts]
I still have work to do.

* *

I love you.

You know that, right?

* *

- I do.
- [giggles]

- I love you, too.

* *

[both chuckle]

- Okay.

To being who you really are
no matter what.

Hey.
[chuckles]

[bleep], you there?
- Yeah. Whoa.

Sorry, zoned out there.

To being who we really are.

* *

[jazzy marching band music
playing]

* *

- Excuse me.

Excuse me. There she is.

You okay?

- Yeah.

Brodie just won't leave me...

Ugh.

Honestly, I just want to--

[sighs deeply]

I'm fine.

- I get that it's weird,

but, you know,
you can talk to me.

- Oh, really?

I don't even think I should be
seen with you, let alone talk.

- [chuckles]

Nice.

You and Brodie really know how
to make a girl feel special.

- No, I'm--I'm sorry.
I just meant because--

- Whatever. Whatever.

* *

What?

- I like your skirt.

- Thanks.

- You know,
you can talk to me about...

Whatever...

if you want.

* *

Hey, be careful.

- Careful of what?

Someone who actually wants
to be seen with me?

Yeah, I'm good.

Happy Mardi Gras.

Oh, you got any extras?

- Whatever. I think you should
be proud of yourself.

- [sighs] For what?

Turning Mingus into a fuckboy?

Or alienating my best friend?

- Bitch, I was talking
about the damn float.

What happened to bringing hope
back to the community

and all this shit?

[dramatic music]

* *

- Hey. Sorry I'm late.

- Hey.

- I thought Julian was coming.

- Oh, yeah, he said
he had to go to the bathroom.

- So is this the...
- Okay, yes.

Look, I know it's a lot,
but I think it'll be perfect

for Operation Faggotry.

I might need to get better
at naming operations.

[chuckles]

You okay?

- Oh, yeah. Sorry.

- Okay,
so I was thinking that--

- We need to break up.

- What?

- I've been thinking
about it a lot, and, um...

- You have?

When?
- A lot, like, all the time.

And it's the only thing
to do, so...

yeah, we should do that.

We should break up.

- We just said
we loved each other.

Like, like, is--is this
because I'm not out yet?

Because I can--
I can call my parents right now

and come out to them
if that's what you want.

Just tell me what you want,
[bleep], please--

- Don't! Just--

I don't know what I want

or why things are
the way they are

or if I'm just losing my mind.

But I feel guilty and sad,
and I want us to be friends.

And I know
that's fucked up to say,

and I don't want to be
fucked up to you, but...

I don't know how to be...

or--or who to be.

Or, um...

Um...

I-I just--I can't.

- [bleep]!

[moody music]

* *

[jazzy marching band music
playing]

* *

- Look, I know
I'm not your favorite person,

but she won't even talk to me.

I fucked up.

* *

What if I go
to her disciplinary hearing?

I can explain the whole thing
and tell them it was my fault.

- The hearing
was yesterday, Brodie.

[dramatic music]

* *

[Kevin Devine's
"Letting a Good One Go"]

* *

- * I think
I thought so much *

* About losing you *

* *

* That I never really
had you *

* *

[music softens
through headphones]

* You spend so much time *

* You spend
so much time *

* When you think
you've got all the time *

* In the world *

* *

* You're letting
a good one go *

* You're letting a good
one go *

* You're letting
a good one go *

* *

[crowd cheering, whistling]

- What ever happened
to that, uh, med school buddy?

I never got to meet him.

- Well, unlike
my med school boyfriend,

Julian is there for me
and cares about me.

- Also, um, he dropped
out of med school, just FYI.

- What do you do, Julian?

- Um, I actually just applied

to this flight attendant
program.

- Sounds great.

- What about the partner track?
How's that treating you?

- It's great.

- Good.

Well, at least
you're going somewhere.

That's good.
Uh, I'm happy for you.

- Thanks, Papi.

Um, so I was thinking

we could maybe see
some live music tonight--

- Noah, you know,
I was thinking

about what I faced
when I came to this country

with nothing
but the shoes on my feet--

which I stole from my cousin,
by the way.

And now look at your old man.

I'm speaking at the biggest
realtor's conference

in the country.

That's the kind of success
I want for you.

- You didn't say anything
about a conference.

- [laughing]
Well, of course I did.

That's why I'm in New Orleans.

Anyway, I'm glad
I got a chance to see it.

I do hope you, uh,
fly to Detroit soon

because it'd be great
to have you at home.

- Yeah, I will do that.

- Julian.
- I'd love to come to Detroit.

- Uh, it was nice to meet you.

- [sighs deeply]

[upbeat music]

* *

- I just don't understand
why I'm the asshole here.

Why? Because I want justice?

- Babe, it's okay for you
to feel however you want.

- Yeah, I know that.
Thank you, Dr. Ali.

- [scoffs] Okay.
Just trying to help.

- Mm.

Honestly,
if you want to help...

you can blow my back out later.

- I have work later, remember?
I have a client.

But tomorrow I will do
whatever my baby needs.

- Mm. I don't understand
why you still do that.

- That, meaning my job?

- Yeah, seeing other clients.

- Well, honey,
I care about you,

but I need to make money, too.

- What happened to the money
I gave you at the crip rave?

Is that not enough to buy me,
like, any exclusivity?

- Babe--

- No, tell me
how much money you need

to fuck the unlovable asshole.
- Look...

I'm a fucking person,
not just a dick on legs.

I didn't take the money.

I put the money back
at the crip rave.

I thought we could have
a relationship,

but you're not really
relationship material, are you?

- [scoffs]
Wow.

How the hell was I supposed to
know we were in a relationship?

- You never listen.

I told you I care about you.

What do I have to say
for you to get it

through your thick skull?

- I don't know.

How about,
are you Richard Gere?

'Cause I want you to make

my "Pretty Woman" dreams
come true.

- Fuck you.

You know how complicated
and fucked up it is

to fall for a client?

I can't do this.

[jazzy marching band music
playing]

- Fuck.

* *

[indistinct chatter]

- Girl, I am not having
this conversation.

- I just, like, I texted him,
and he didn't even answer.

I don't know what--
- Excuse me.

- Oh--
- Uh, okay.

What is happening right now?
- Ruthie, I have to fix this.

I was an asshole, and I can't
let you lose your job

because of me.

- Do you know something
I don't?

- What do you mean?

- I mean, I wasn't fired.

- You weren't?
- No.

I mean, I had the hearing.
They wanted to fire me.

But I played the trans card.

I played
the "hate crime victim" card.

Hell, I played
every card I had,

and then I maxed them out.

They put me on leave of absence
until the fall.

- Wait, then why are you
still mad at me?

- [scoffs] Really?

[laughs]

Do--do you really not get this?

- I mean, things aren't great,
but they seem to be okay.

- Okay?

You don't care who you hurt.

You just steamroll everyone,
me included,

time and time again.

Brodie...

you dragged me
to Babylon that night.

And I missed one
of the most important moments

of my life, okay?

I can't get that back.

- Okay, but how could I have
known any of that was--

- Well, no.
Of course you couldn't know.

To know, you need to actually
think about other people.

- Okay.

You're right.
That's--that's totally true.

- Okay, no.
Ew. Don't do that.

Okay, self--self-awareness
about bad behavior

doesn't make it
not bad behavior.

- Look, fuck this.

You're so full of shit.

- Yeah, and there's
the real fucking Brodie.

- No, I'm serious.

Like, what the hell
are you talking about?

- I'm talking about
how you're a selfish,

self-destructive narcissist

with an unending need
for validation

that lives somewhere near

where a normal person's heart
should be.

You never show up for me,
Brodie.

- Bullshit.
I've shown up for you.

You know I've shown up for you.
- Do I know that?

Do I know that?
- You know what? Fuck you.

Like, am I selfish?

Am I self-destructive?
- Yeah.

- Yeah, sure, but so are you.

You know, I actually
don't remember forcing you

to do anything.

Did I make you drink
with your student?

Did I make you sneak out
of the house that night

to go to Babylon?

I mean, Jesus Christ,
stop yelling at me

for all the things
you hate about yourself

and your own fucking regrets,
[bleep]!

[dramatic music]

Ruthie...

I am so--
- Wow.

- No, that slipped out,
and, um,

I've known you since...
- Yeah.

- And I--
- You know what?

* *

You're right.

I am selfish.

I am self-destructive.

But six months ago,

I was in a relationship
with someone I loved.

I was about to have babies.

I had a job that I loved
and that loved me.

I was happy.

And then you showed up.

The best version of me

only exists
when you're not here.

And it's not just me.

Other people's lives
were better without you, too.

* *

Noah and Daddius were together,
by the way.

Noah is in love with him.

Not that you even noticed.

* *

[jazzy marching band music
playing]

* *

[knocking at door]

[indistinct speaking on TV]

- Hi.

- You didn't want to go
to the dance?

- Yeah.

No.

[chatter continues]

I love when they do
"The Real World" marathons.

- Yeah.

You just missed Seattle.

- I love Seattle.

- David is so hot.

- Hawaii's not bad.

Okay, so I know you're going
through some things,

and I'm probably the last
person you want to talk to...

but I thought maybe
you'd want this back.

- Thanks.

- Open it.

[tender music]

* *

You hate it.

- [chuckles]

Do you want me to be honest
or pretend you're someone else?

- Honest.

- I don't have to wear it,
do I?

- [chuckles softly]

No.

I found
that crumpled-up note, and...

it's a symbol.

* *

I see you.

- [crying] Good, 'cause
it's an ugly fucking dress.

* *

- You don't have to tell me
anything you don't want to.

But I'm here.

I mean, you didn't get
very far in your letter

before you bailed, so...
- [laughs]

Whew.

I don't even know
where to start.

[sighs]

How old are you
when you do swimming lessons?

- Four, five.

- Right.

It was during swimming lessons,

and I'd reached that age where
my mom thought I was too old

to go into the women's
locker room with her...

and that I should go
into the men's room by myself.

I cried, just cried.

I couldn't stop.

I remember trying,
and I-I couldn't.

My dad thought I was just
being a pussy, and--

Yeah, sure, I probably was.
[chuckles]

And for a long time, I thought
that's what was going on.

But now I know
what was going on.

And--and once you see it,
you can't unsee it.

* *

I...

I really wanted
to go to the dance with you.

I thought it would be so cool
to be there for you

for this big coming-out moment.

But I couldn't put on a suit,
not even one more time.

- It's okay.

* *

- Have you chosen a name yet?

- Ooh...

[sniffles]

No.
[chuckles]

I don't know what I'm doing.

* *

- How about Ruthie?

- [laughs]

Can you imagine?

How dumb would it be
if I named myself

after the girl
who had her stomach pumped

on "The Real World: Hawaii"?

[laughing]

- Sounds like a premonition.

- Shut up.
Mm.

I love you.

- I love you, too.

* *

[crowd cheering]

[Morly's "Wasted"]

- * Ooh, ooh, ooh, ooh *

* *

* Ooh, ooh, ooh, ooh *

* *

* I still run in the dark *

- I'm sorry, but that was...
- Yep.

- I just--
I can't believe someone

so thoughtful and empathetic
came from him.

- I don't know.
He has had a hard life.

- Well, yeah, but--
- And he's trying.

He's never done that before.

- What?
Be rude to the waitstaff?

- [sighs]

He asked about me,
and he met you.

- That's
a pretty low bar, right?

- And one he's literally
never cleared until today.

- Well, thank God I came
to lunch and charmed him.

- * Oh, you *

- [chuckles]

- * How do I stop *

* The love? *

* *

* You know I learned,
I've had... *

- If you're just joining us,
the Babylon shooter

has been found guilty
on all counts.

Prosecutors will be seeking
the death penalty.

- * Just a little more *

* You'd feel it, too *

* *

* But I was just wasted... *

[laughter echoing]

- * I was just wasted *

* On you *

* *

* Ooh *

* *

* Ooh *

* *

* Now I'm so tired
of acting tough *

* *

* I want someone
who wants my love *

- And now a special report--

the tragic nightclub shooting
verdict is in.

After a lengthy
deliberation...

- Should we go to the bedroom?
- Shut up.

- * Have taught you to *

* But I was just wasted *

* Ooh, wasted *

* I was just wasted *

* On you *

* *

* Wasted on you *

* *

* Wasted *

- Hey, how was the parade?

- How could you?
- What do you mean?

- All this time, I felt guilty
for how I treated you.

I thought I was the bad guy.

It turns out
you're no fucking saint.

- I didn't say I was.

- Were you just not gonna
tell me about the two of you?

- [sighs]

Look, however you found out
is not how I wanted you to.

But I suppose it's better
that you know--

- Yeah, I'm so glad
you think this is better.

- Look, we didn't plan on it,

and we wouldn't have jumped in
if it wasn't something special,

but what Julian and I have,
it is special.

[footsteps]

[dramatic music]

* *

- I was talking about Daddius.

[intense percussive music]

* *