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[Alex] When I was very young,

Sometimes I'’d lay in bed at night...

and imagined that my family turned into monsters

when I fell asleep.

Listening to the hum of urban traffic

outside my window,

I could picture them having wild revelries,

sure to explode my 8-year-old mind.

And, of course, there was a thoroughly logical belief

that they were fattening me up just to eat me.

Even now, at the ripe old age of 16,

I still catch myself asking the same old question.

Who are you people?

And lately, rather than recede,

that question only gets louder.

Consider my father.

He's a shark litigator, who simultaneously craves

both the nobility of laboring for the disenfranchised

and the splatter of blood from those who dare oppose him.

Perhaps that's why

his emotional communication switch

is permanently stuck on "yell."

Alex, come on.

You're going to be late for school.

Jesus H. Christ.

[Alex] Especially when reminded that

his 16 year old daughter actually looks 16.

[Carey] Does no one wear clothes anymore?

[sighs]

[Alex] My mother, meanwhile, enjoys smiling.

She works in PR, which is by its very nature,

the most superficial of superficial professions.

Still,

-it plays to her strength. -Good to see you.

[Alex] Switching from externalized jubilation

to world class detachment.

Judith Fixel.

[Alex] Publicly, there's a direct correlation

between said detachment

and dead eyed Cheshire cat grinning.

Privately, that detachment takes a different form.

[Judith] Yeah, Carey and I are taking the girls

to visit his mother.

Oh, yes. A joy it shall be.

But when we get back, let's make a night of it.

Okay. Okay. Bye.

[Alex] Not a monster'’s roar.

Do you have to do this right here?

You're going to ruin my floors.

[Alex] Something quieter.

What do you think of the painting?

A reminder that when she's around me,

she's never quite there.

Your principal called.

You're failing pre-calculus.

[Alex] She loves my sisters, though.

Their existence is basically a family creation myth.

Daddy, tell the story again.

Uh, Mommy and I wanted to have more babies.

We tried for years and years.

[all] And years and years and years and years.

-And we saw so many doctors. -[Carey] Oh!

And then we saw this one doctor,

who took these teeny little things called embryos,

and they put that inside me.

-Ew. -[Judith] Mm-hmm.

And then we found out

we weren't going to have just one baby.

We were going to have two babies.

And that's how we got you pair of chuckleheads.

[Alex] Maybe they're just easier.

What about Alex?

Yes. What about me?

You were no trouble.

[Alex] On some level,

I wonder whether I keep silently asking

and re-asking that fundamental question

of just who you people are.

Because every moment they seem to be asking

the same question of me.

Are you going to call in

-a guidance counselor? -Dude.

[he chuckles]

I'm really impressed with your writing, though.

[groans] No, I should have stuck

to Holden Caulfield's ducks

and spared you my angst.

It's horrible.

Nothing about you is horrible, Alex.

Rohan, I-- I literally have one friend

left over from kindergarten

and she doesn't even go here.

Hence your charity lunches.

Your place in the social pecking order

forever undefinable.

This, too, shall pass. Trust me.

It's hard to believe I ever went through

the same thing, right?

Uh, It's super easy to believe.

-You are a total nerd. -[he chuckles]

Every weekend, I set aside six hours,

just for my book.

Just to write.

I think you should try it.

Maybe you can discipline yourself

to write something not so horrible.

Okay, so, let's write together.

This Saturday.

Oh, um, Alex, I don't know if that's appropriate.

Rohan, calm down. We'’re friends, right?

Okay.

Um, but right now, it's not Rohan, it'’s--

Mr. Amira. Got it.

[Rohan exhales] All right, guys.

Let'’s talk about these ducks, huh?

So, wait. You didn't have sex with him?

No, his Mom was, like, in the next room.

Are you sure it wasn't because you're afraid of herpes?

Because if it's herpes, I totally get it.

I'm terrified of herpes.

Can you please stop saying herpes?

Yeah, it travels through your saliva or your skin...

and it doesn't even matter if you use a condom,

because it's just spreading out there,

all over the place all the time,

-Mm-hmm. -And it never goes away,

because it lives in your fucking spine.

It'’s literally all we talk about in bio is, like...

disgusting genitalia scare tactics.

And herpes aside, you still have to be, like,

way up in their face with, like,

all their pimples and blackheads and nose breath

and whatever they fucking ate for lunch.

-It'’s disgusting. -Okay.

Now all I am thinking about is if he has herpes.

-Good. -Okay, look.

You just need to find someone.

Anyone at your school and just do it already.

Your vag is not some sort of sacred temple.

-[Alex] Okay! -It'’s just a vag.

[Alex] Whatever.

[Nancy] Or I don'’t know. Get your mom to hug you.

Funny how you say I'm going--

You are goddamn well going.

-My stomach hurts. -It's gonna be okay.

Grandma always looks at me like I'm fungus

and then asks if I have a boyfriend.

I'm telling her I'm gay.

-You're not gay. -Maybe I am.

Oh, are you coming out?

No.

I'm just not going to grandma'’s.

Carey. It'’s okay.

She doesn't have to go if she doesn't want to go.

If she's in a mood, then it's not worth it.

-Come on. -Thanks a lot.

[Judith] You okay, baby? Where does it hurt?

[mellow contemplative music plays]

[doorbell rings]

-[Alex] Just through here. -[cell phone ringing]

Hey, so, where are your folks?

Oh, they're visiting my grandma.

-Oh. -[ringing stops]

There'’s a coffee shop down the street.

Maybe we should just go there.

You're a tea person, right?

Uh-huh.

So, what's your novel about?

[Rohan] Well, it's kind of complicated,

but it's about soldiers in World War One.

Write what you know, right? [she laughs]

-What? -Uh, nothing.

Continue.

Okay.

So, it's about the first Indian soldiers that show up

-at the Western Front. -Yeah.

And it's about their experiences,

the cultural dislocation.

-[Alex chuckles] -It's not a comedy.

Oh.

[Rohan] Yeah.

Never heard you talk about your work before.

-It'’s so cool. -Oh!

-Alex, come on. -Oh, I'm not a virgin.

Look, I'll just see you on Monday,

-okay? -Hey, Rohan.

-You good? -Yeah.

[emotional music plays on speakers]

[Alex whimpers]

[tense music plays]

[Judith talks indistinctly]

[Carey] Alex!

Rose got sick, so we turned--

Oh, my--

[Carey] Jesus. Are you okay?

-[Alex] Yeah. -[Carey] Really?

You okay? Are you sure?

What kind of fucking teacher hangs out with his students?

What the hell is he doing here?

-Calm down. -[Carey] No.

He's a grown man, you're 16!

He'’s lucky I don'’t murder him.

You want to explain what the fuck he was doing here?

[Judith] Okay, you are the adult.

[Carey] I am the adult!

You know who'’s not the adult?

Alexandra Fucking Fixal!

[somber music plays]

[sighs]

[Carey] This is very difficult to explain.

What's his name?

Rohan? Amira?

We should press charges.

We have a-- we have a-- a moral obligation, right?

We should sue the whole school.

[Judith] She invited him here.

[Carey] That's beside the point.

I just don't think I'll ever understand

what would possess her to do

something so aggressively stupid.

Okay. Okay. But you made your point.

-So let's just drop it. -[Carey] Okay.

[Carey sighs] Well, we certainly know

she didn't get this bullshit from me.

[tense music plays]

Wait, I-- I did not mean

-to say-- -Yeah, you did.

[footsteps departing]

Judith.

I said the wrong thing.

♪

Hey, Mom?

-Sorry. -You scared me.

[Judith sighs]

Alex, you need to be careful.

There's enough trouble out there,

without you going to look for it.

I wasn't looking for trouble.

I knew what I was doing.

Y-- you brought a strange man into our home.

He wasn't strange.

-I knew him. -You don't know a fucking thing.

[Judith exhales]

Okay, you know what?

It's been a long day.

What were you looking at?

I think we should both get some sleep

before we go another round.

♪

[school bell rings]

[Mrs. Rumble] All right.

I am Mrs. Rumble, your sub.

And it looks like we are finishing up

Catcher in the Rye.

-[girl] Jailbait. -[class snickering]

[Mrs. Rumble] Who actually read the book from the SparkNotes?

Excuse me?

Excuse me? What'’s her name?

[class] Ooh! [laughing]

[somber music plays]

Mom?

Dad?

♪

[Alex] "Dear Judith...

I haven't expected you to respond

to my letters before,

and I don't expect it now, either.

[Karl] Truthfully, I don't know what I'd say

other than I'm sorry for what happened

a few months ago.

How things between us ended,

and how they never should have begun.

I'm back in Washington now,

so you don't have to worry about seeing me.

I imagine you never want to see me again...

and I don't blame you.

I never want to see me again, either.

It's unfair to tell you I think about you,

but I do.

Karl."

[Judith] Alex?

Coming.

[Carey] We need to talk to you.

So, um, I have a question.

Not now.

Park it.

Okay.

So, um, I read this--

We'’ve arranged for you to start

boarding school next week.

[tense music plays]

[Alex] They'’re liars.

Like, legit liars, both of them.

[scoffs] And now they got their excuse

to ship me to boarding school.

They can finally get rid of me.

Okay, you don't even know what this letter means.

It is from six months before I was born.

That's a fucking coincidence now?

Plus, all those fertility treatments

for the twins?

Carey shoots blanks.

Okay, well, this Karl guy

could be, like, a serial killer.

How many serial killers seem that contrite

about home-wrecking?

I don't have a lot of experience

-with serial killers, Alex. -He was like an artist, right?

Maybe my mom had an affair with him,

she wasn't so, like-- her.

Well, they could just look at your Insta

and know that you're lying.

[Alex] Then I'll delete it, good fucking riddance.

-Hey. -Listen.

I've known Judith'’s password

since I set up her PayPal account.

After they drop me off, I'll just email the school

something like, "My husband and I have reconsidered

Alex's enrollment and have opted to place her

in a private school here in Portland.

We're sending a family friend to retrieve her tomorrow.

Feel free to contact my direct line

with any questions or concerns."

[woman sighs]

[Nancy] And what if they email her back?

Then I will block their email on Judith's account.

-I get creative, Nancy. -What if they call her?

-What then? -[Alex] Judith Fixel.

Hello, yes.

I understand we need to forfeit the tuition paid.

We made a huge mistake

and we feel the need to keep Alex close to us.

You're going to the bus station, right?

Uh, yeah.

[Nancy] So you've, like, already stalked him?

[Alex] Yeah, I already have his address and stuff.

Okay, whatever.

Le-- let's just say that this works.

Are you sure you don't just, like,

want this Karl guy to be your dad?

What, like, everything's just going to magically make sense?

I mean, what if he just...

Sucks?

[Alex] Well, I'’ll have to find out.

Right?

[contemplative piano melody plays]

[knocking on door]

Yes?

Um, I'’m looking for Karl Hendrix.

Karl, there's somebody here to see you.

So are you his girlfriend or?

-Cousin. I'm his cousin. -Oh! Yeah.

Hello.

I'm Alex.

Alexandra.

Judith'’s kid.

Judith?

[dog barking in distance]

Why don't you come in?

Um, could you just give me a moment, please?

-Yeah. Yeah, yeah, yeah. -Thanks.

-[Karl] That's my-- -[Sarah] I know.

It's gonna be all right.

♪

I need to talk to your folks.

All right. Yeah.

[dial tone beeps]

[elevator dings]

Did it work?

-Hi, Mom. -W-- what? Mom?

Yeah, I got here okay.

[Nancy] Uh, Alex, what are you talking about?

Sure. Yeah. He was really surprised.

[Nancy] I-- I'’m not your mom.

Yeah, I love you too.

-[Nancy] Alex! -The phone.

[Nancy] You said this wouldn'’t come back on me.

Where are you putting me in the middle of this?

Why are you doing everything that you said you wouldn'’t--

Hello, am I speaking to Alex's mother?

[Nancy whimpers]

Hello?

Why did-- why did she hang up on me?

Oh, um, she didn't want to talk to you.

She said you'd understand.

-Excuse me? -Uh, where did he go?

[Sarah exhales]

Your mother didn't tell him about you.

Well, I'’m-- I'’m here now.

How about you stay for dinner?

You're not eating anything.

Oh, it's so good. Um, I just- I'’m a vegetarian.

Oh.

See, when I was three,

my parents took me to this barbecue

and someone offered me a hamburger.

And I asked my, uh, my dad, um,

"Where does hamburger come from?"

And he said, "Well, it comes from the cow."

And I said, "You mean the cow makes it like it makes milk?"

Because I just learned that about milk.

And he said, "No, Alex, the cow is the burger."

So, then, little me ran around,

saying to everybody,

"How would you feel if the cow ate you?"

Which is probably the proudest my dad's ever been of me,

because he thought I'd be a lawyer.

-Your dad's a lawyer? -[Alex] Yeah.

An ode to liberal hypocrisy.

And you're a mechanic?

How long have you been a mechanic for?

About eight years.

Do you like it?

-[Karl sighs] -[Sarah] Karl.

So how did you and my mom meet?

So were you, like,

apprentice mechanicing when you met her,

or how exactly does--

I think you should head home.

I didn'’t ask for a daughter.

I don'’t want some kid running around.

Listen, you don't have to

-worry about me. -Go!

Wow, um, I'm-- I'm so touched by your enthusiasm

to meet the fruit of your loins.

Nice to fucking meet you.

[sobs] Fuck!

Come inside. It's freezing out here.

I'’ll just find a motel or something.

-It's fine. -Don't be silly.

You'll stay here

and I'll make up the guest room.

You just caught him off guard, is all.

-Yeah. -Good. Let's go.

[Sarah sighs]

[mellow piano melody plays]

[indistinct praying]

♪

[birds chirping]

[car door slams shut]

[engine rumbles]

-Hi. -Good morning.

Uh, where did Karl go?

He had an appointment.

[clicks tongue] Oh.

We were thinking that it might be nice

if you stayed for a while.

Give you both a chance

to get to know each other a little?

We?

[Sarah] Yes.

Well, I have to go to school.

I teach the third grade.

Karl will be back from work at six.

Dinner is at seven.

Um, so, I guess that means

you should just make yourself at home.

[door clicks shut]

[upbeat melody plays]

Hello?

Karl?

What are you doing here?

I wanted to see where you work.

Okay, well, you've seen it.

[light thumping]

[melancholy piano melody plays]

[thumping resumes]

Sorry.

Didn't mean to spy.

What exactly do you want from me?

-[Karl grunting] -[Alex] I don'’t know.

Uh, get to know you or something?

Look...

I'm sorry your mom didn't tell you about me.

She didn't tell me about you, either.

But I don't want you sticking around,

expecting something that's not going to happen.

-[thumping resumes] -[Karl panting]

What's so bad about me? [chuckles]

What?

Just-- I'm your kid and you can't even look at me?

[scoffs]

♪

[grunting and panting]

-Give it! -No!

-It'’s mine! -No, it'’s not!

-[Carey] Hello? -[Rose] No!

-[Eliza] I had it! -[Rose] No.

Hey, Alex.

[Rose] It was mine.

-[Eliza] No, it was on my bed. -What's wrong?

Nothing, Dad. Hi.

[Carey] Hey, guys. Guys, guys.

Can you please quiet down,

so I can figure out how to turn this thing on?

-Uh, hit input. -I hit input.

-[indistinct talking on TV] -Oh, look at that.

Great job, kiddo.

Yeah, I'm like the Swiss Army Knife of humans.

[laughing]

[Alex] Um, I was wondering

if maybe this, like,

whole boarding school thing was a mistake?

Maybe I should come home?

I can navigate the hell out of the television.

We talked about this, kid.

Yeah, you're right.

[Carey] So...

how'’s school?

Food's edible.

My roommate has night terrors.

Made out with the headmistress.

-Couldn'’t resist. -Jesus Christ, Alex.

Why do you ha--

[muffled classical music plays]

♪

Is that a model airplane?

Uh-huh.

What are you, like, seven?

In 1952?

What are you listening to?

Jupiter Symphony.

[Alex] Hm.

That'’s charming.

You're not a fan?

I just hate how everyone acts like

classical music is so amazing

just because a bunch of rich old people

get off on flaunting their cultural superiority

to the rest of us plebeians with our simple tastes.

Rich old folk like me?

I didn't-- I didn't mean you.

There was a lot of junk...

but that's not what survived.

This is Mozart.

Mathematically perfect. No note out of place.

Very clean.

Everything in perfect order.

Now, Beethoven.

Beethoven was more emotional, more dangerous.

There was order, sure.

But, uh...

not like Mozart.

Who do you like better?

They weren't competing.

Beethoven grew up listening to Mozart.

They were both masters.

Yeah, but whose music do you like better?

Mozart.

♪

It's Sunday! Time for church.

[Alex groans]

Come on.

Let's go.

You know I don't believe in any of that stuff.

I know.

I don't care. Get ready.

[Alex groans] I'’m culturally Jewish.

[sizzling]

Morning.

-Would you like some? -[Alex groans]

Bacon is one of life's great pleasures.

And what about Jesus?

Yes, bacon and Jesus.

This vegetarian thing of yours...

-it's not going to last. -[Alex groans]

[bell tolls]

Have you always gone to church?

She goes, I go.

You go there.

It's not what you did or...

who you used to be.

It'’s focusing on who you are now

and who you're going to be tomorrow.

What?

Uh, nothing, you'’re just--

you'’re just one of those.

-One of what? -[Alex chuckles]

Like a born-again that talks about

how awesome religion is all the time.

You're going to move back to Israel?

[chuckles] Why Israel?

For the rapture, you know? Jews all go--

[Alex] The rapture? Are you kidding me?

Please tell me you're joking right now.

-Gayle. How are you? -Oh, you know.

Grading papers, living large.

You remember my cousin, Karl?

Oh, yeah, the famous mechanic.

-Hi, Karl. -Hi.

-And this is Alex. -Hey.

-Nice seeing you. -Likewise.

All right then. Shall we?

♪ Amazing Grace ♪

♪ How sweet the sound ♪

♪ That saved a wretch ♪

♪ Like me ♪

♪ I once was lost ♪

I need to go to the bathroom.

♪ But now I'’m found ♪

♪ '’Twas blind ♪

♪ But now I see ♪

[Arthur] Wanna smoke?

No thanks, I quit.

You Juul?

Uh, nope.

You know I don'’t, like, bite, right?

So, uh...

who are you?

I'm Sarah Kelly's cousin. I'm living with her and Karl.

-I'm Alex. -Okay.

Arthur.

P.S., no one ever really quits,

they're just lying to themselves.

Where are you from?

[coughing]

Portland.

[Arthur] You left Portland to come here?

What the fuck is the matter with you?

-So, so much. -[Arthur chuckles]

Well, uh, what do you think of our heavenly church?

Uh, religion is almost as dumb as astrology.

Yeah, but an astrologist

won't call you a god-defying faggot.

Then why do you come here?

Because my parents fucking make me.

Don'’t your parents make you do shit?

-Uh, they try. -[both chuckle]

-[Arthur] What's your Insta? -Deleted it.

-Deleted all of the apps. -Oh.

I'm pretending my life is amazing

or complaining that it isn't.

Either way, incredibly depressing.

You said you're staying with Karl Hendrix, right?

Oh, yeah, I see it.

Do you know him at all?

Uh, not really,

but I heard he got loaded a couple of years ago

and put his fucking fist through a window.

I don't know.

Would you want to maybe get out of here?

I should probably go back inside.

Bye, Arthur.

Bye, Alex.

Here we are.

Again.

You really know how to fix these things?

Otherwise I'd be lying to people.

So, who is Mr. Kelly

and where are his sons?

Mr. Kelly is Sarah's dad.

Named the place before he had any kids.

And when his kids were all girls,

he just kept the name.

Well, you must have been some exceptional cousin

for her to give you this.

[Karl] My mom's cousin, actually.

Oh, shit. New grandma.

A grandma that died years ago.

Well, what about my grandfather? Can I meet him?

Not in this lifetime.

But what was he like?

He was a mean drunk.

Is that why you went to Portland?

How old were you?

I was about 20, 21, I guess.

So, let me get this straight.

Your dead mom's cousin

just, like, gave you this place?

You know, you ask a lot of questions.

Oh, and Gayle, what is up with her?

That wasn'’t a request for more.

I think it's really weird that you, like,

-don't date at all. -[Karl sighs]

What's up with that?

Let me ask you something.

You've been here, what, four days?

Your parents okay with you missing school?

I'm on break. You can call and ask.

Yeah.

That's what made you decide

now is the time to take this trip?

Nothing you'd rather keep to yourself?

I'm going to make you a deal.

You hold off on asking me questions

I'm not comfortable answering just yet,

and I'll do the same, okay?

-Cool. -Cool.

It's cool you know how these things work.

My parents are completely useless.

They can't even program a smart TV.

They went to college, right?

Got good jobs?

They're a product of their social class.

There's nothing noble about being ignorant.

Not knowing shit about shit is nothing to celebrate.

Got me?

[Reggie] So, who do we have here?

[tense music plays]

Spotted your new guest last Sunday.

You gonna introduce us?

Alex, this is Sheriff Stratford.

Hi.

[Karl] May I help you with something?

Just wanted to stop by, catch up.

You see me every week at church.

[Reggie] I do.

Saw you in church a few years back as well.

You know how that worked out.

Well.

All right.

Brandon says hi, by the way.

[door clicks open]

[Sarah] I saw Gayle at school today.

She asked about you.

Is that a corner piece?

-Yes. -Okay.

Oh, yes.

Look at that.

[mellow piano melody plays]

What are you doing?

Did you do that?

Yeah.

♪

[Alex] Judith thinks it's, like, a massive waste of time.

[Karl] No, you'’re good.

Hm, not really.

Better than I ever was.

Hey, this is my mom, right?

Your mom...

discovered me.

-What? -[Karl] Yeah.

-My mom? -Yeah.

I went to Portland to be an artist.

Liked the idea of being around bookstores and museums.

And anyways, I was bussing at a café down on Alberta.

The owner must have felt sorry for me, I think,

because he put one of my pictures on the wall.

"Featured Local Artist"

with this stupid $200 price tag.

[Karl scoffs]

Your mom came in sometimes.

She used to like to write in her notebook.

One day, I was clearing her table,

and she said that she liked it,

and I said that I drew it.

And, uh...

she was almost giddy.

She knew a lot of people in a lot of different places

and said she'd help me organize a show.

She was the only one to give a damn.

So that's how it started...

with you two?

Before I met her, she said she had been a party girl.

And then she married this big shot lawyer

and became something different.

They were trying to have a baby,

and it wasn't working.

So I think she saw my drawings

and figured it'd be something to do.

[Alex] So, what happened?

Did she put on your art show?

-My mom? -[Karl] No.

No, we-- we had some postcards

printed up, and that's about it.

[Alex] How come?

How come?

Because...

I wasn't always such a good guy and...

your mom found that out.

[Alex] I saw the letter that you wrote her.

Having an affair isn't, like, awesome, but, uh--

You got me out of it, right?

Yeah, I guess we did.

Was there something else that was, like...

bad about you?

I have an early morning.

Uh, can I keep that?

Yeah.

♪

[Alex] Hey, hey, hey.

-Good morning. -Morning.

So, uh, where's Karl?

Meeting.

So, it'’s a "I accept Jesus as my savior

so I won't get bombed" type thing?

Not to, like, offend Jesus or anything.

No, Jesus has heard worse.

Do you really think he believes in it?

Because you act like he does

and he acts like he does, but...

Kind of seems like he just wants to believe it.

I'm truly glad you're here.

I think it's good for him.

And I don't care what you think of my faith...

but maybe you want to think

that Karl doesn't really believe either,

and that's something the two of you could share.

But those beliefs saved him.

Well, I'm not the only one who thinks that.

Sheriff called him out on it, too.

You met the sheriff?

Did Karl, like, steal his prom date or something?

No. I'll be back tonight.

Please tell Karl that dinner is at 7:00.

[melancholy piano instrumental]

Okay.

Hi.

-Can I help you? -What's your problem with Karl?

-You're his kid, right? -[Alex] Mm.

You should be a detective.

[Reggie chuckles]

I hate uncomfortable silences.

I'm fine with them.

-Your mom know you're here? -Of course.

Have a seat.

[Alex] So what's your issue?

We used to bust your old man pretty routinely.

Drunk and disorderly.

Disturbing the peace, that sort of thing.

Last time he fell off the wagon,

he put his fist through a storefront window.

Were you, like, emotionally invested in that window?

About a dozen years ago...

your dad got loaded.

Beat the crap out of a 19-year-old

varsity linebacker named Brandon in a bar fight.

Kid lost his hearing in his left ear.

Arm was in a cast for weeks.

Supposed to go to the army. They wouldn't take him.

You're weirdly concerned

with the well-being of your residents.

Especially when they're my son.

After that, Karl got put away.

He had some priors, served five.

Well, he goes to meetings now.

I've seen all kinds of drunks.

Kind that are good for a laugh,

tell you how much they love you.

But Karl Hendrix gets violent.

He is a drunk, dangerous criminal.

And a drunk, dangerous criminal

doesn't really change because he goes to an AA meeting.

Or says he found God or what have you.

I know it's not an excuse or anything,

but he had a really hard life.

His dad sounds like a total asshole.

Yeah, I know Beau Hendrix.

-You knew him? -No, I know him.

Well, he's dead, right?

He lives two towns over in Bryantville.

Karl told you he was dead?

Do you have the address?

[suspenseful music plays]

[thunder cracking]

[knocking on door]

[thunder rolling]

Who are you?

I'm Alex. Your granddaughter.

[Beau snickering]

Maybe-- maybe this is a bad time.

[Beau] No.

It'’s a fine time.

Let's sit on my porch.

Granddaughter Alex.

[somber tone plays]

So.

I haven't seen Karl in going on, what?

Ten years?

Didn't know about you.

I'm kind of like a-- a long story.

Well, I got time.

Hey, Reg.

Look who's here.

Have you seen Alex?

Sarah mentioned you talked and she hasn't been home.

-So-- -You all right there?

Tried her on her cell phone?

I don'’t have the number.

[scoffs] Father of the year.

[Karl] Please.

I just need to know where she went, that's all.

I'm not certain where she went.

I can tell you there's a lot she doesn't know.

Thought her grandfather was dead, for one thing.

[suspenseful music plays]

So it, like, turns out that we sort of have the same,

like, drawing style.

Like, I don't know if-- if I really believe

in the nature over nurture argument,

but I really do think that, like, there might be,

like, some sort of compelling argument for the fact that,

like, genes affect artistic stylings, you know?

You know, um...

Karl and Sarah are probably wondering where I am.

Who Sarah?

Karl'’s cousin, Sarah Kelly.

His mom's cousin, Sarah Kelly?

-The church lady? -Yeah.

Uh, he runs her shop and he's actually, like,

a really good mechanic.

[Beau chuckling] How about that?

Oh, he'’s-- he's here.

Alex.

Karl.

Come here.

[Beau groans]

So.

Where you been hiding yourself?

Keep busy.

[Beau chuckles]

This is great.

Sit down, have a beer.

No, we can't stay long.

What are you talking about?

You just got here.

Sit down, have a beer.

[Beau grunts]

Alex here was telling me you two draw alike.

More artists!

That's what we need.

Did he tell you I worked 40 years at the plant?

Got to know your place, right?

You're not thirsty?

No, I'm all right.

Oh.

Oh. I get it.

You and the bottle.

It never led anywhere good.

You know what, it's getting late--

Maybe if you would have sobered up sooner

or you wouldn't have put that kid in the hospital.

I mean, of all the asses in the world you gotta kick...

that's the one you choose?

-We should get going. -Why that kid, Karl?

I really want to know.

[Karl] I didn't like the way he was touching

that girl at the bar, Dad, I told you that already.

[Beau] Well, that's an answer.

-That's a fucking-- -You're an asshole.

-What was that, honey? -Alex, stop--

No, you're a bully and you don't like your son

because he's better than you.

Who the fuck do you think you are?

Huh? Huh? What you got? Huh?

[Alex] Stop!

Visit's over.

Get out of here.

-I'm so sorry. -The hell were you thinking?

You-- you told me he was dead.

It ever occur to you I had a reason?

Shit. Fuck. I'm sorry.

I-- I suck, I suck, I suck.

Get in the car.

-Get in the car. -You can yell at me some more.

You're going home tomorrow.

[footsteps approaching]

Hi.

Dinner will be ready in five...

minutes.

[melancholic piano instrumental]

[Arthur] You stalker.

So, shockingly, I have fucked everything up.

Well, at least you and your dad were getting along well.

[Alex scoffs]

Yeah, if by getting along well

you mean yelling at me a lot.

Which I guess is, like,

par for the course of parents, right?

He was probably scared something had happened to you.

He screamed because he gives a shit.

So how long have you known you were gay?

Okay, you're from a major metropolitan city,

so you've seen probably

every weird form of pansexuality out there.

I mean, you have probably fucked girls.

Oh, yeah. My life is just a big orgy.

Yeah, I'm sure it is.

-You didn't answer my question. -You didn't answer mine.

Have you hooked up with a girl?

Have you?

I'm a godless fag, remember?

[Alex] Really?

-Alex-- -It's okay.

Okay, I gotta go. [chuckles]

Okay.

[quiet, subtle piano instrumental]

You disappeared again. Are you kidding me?

Apparently not.

Whoa, whoa, whoa. Where the hell did you go?

-I was with Arthur. -The gay kid?

-Pretty sure he's not gay. -How the hell do you know that?

-How is that your business? -You know, as long as

you're in this house, you do exactly--

Oh, until tomorrow?

Go to your room.

-Go to your room. -Oh, go to my room?

That's so original, "Dad."

[door shuts close]

[sniffs and sighs]

[chuckles]

[sighs]

[Karl sighs]

[classical music playing on record player]

She shouldn't be here. You should have sent her away.

Excuse me?

I lost control today.

I saw him and I lost control.

If she knew who I am...

-who I really am. -Nobody is one thing, Karl.

You most of all.

Besides, I know who you are.

Listen...

these are just challenges.

You will get past them.

-That's all part of His plan. -[Karl sighs]

Every bad thing is part of some test?

Are you sure you just don't want to believe that?

I believe it because I believe it.

That's what faith is.

Now come on.

You know what to do.

[sighs]

[knocking on door]

Sarah's making breakfast downstairs.

Okay.

I'm sorry I yelled at you. I was worried.

I shouldn't have said that, uh...

I shouldn't have made you think your grandfather was dead.

So...

yeah.

And you don't have to, um...

I don't want you to leave.

I should get your number, probably.

-Okay. -Okay.

So, what, were you out with that Arthur kid?

-Yeah. -Yeah.

Yeah, okay. All right.

Do you have any questions about sex

-you want to ask me? -[giggles]

What?

-From you? -Yeah.

Ew. [chuckles]

[Karl] And no more of this "I suck" shit.

You don't.

You don't because I said so.

[soft instrumental playing]

-So how's your mom? -[Alex chuckles]

Are we allowed to have this conversation?

It might compromise your mystery.

Serves me right.

So I made out with my teacher.

Okay.

You gonna get all weird?

No.

Yeah, it was impulsive and dumb.

[sighs] And of course, Carey and Judith

walked in on us, which is even more mortifying

than describing it to you right now. [sighs]

-Well, I didn't ask you. -Well, I'm trying to explain.

Anyways, they're, like, super pissed.

But they didn't even, like, ask me why.

They were just like,

"Oh, yeah, there goes our idiot daughter

being a jackass again."

They didn't respect me enough to want to know why.

-So they're not perfect. -It's an understatement.

[sighs] Better than some.

[Sarah] Alex, Karl! Dinner!

[both] Coming!

[phone buzzing]

Alex, are you okay?

Yeah.

What's up?

Your dad's asleep. What's going on?

Mom, um, were you ever in a band?

-What? [chuckles] -[Alex] Okay.

I know this isn't, like, the most opportune time to ask,

but did you ever, like, play in a rock band?

Well, before you were born, I did lots of things.

[Alex] You never told me.

You didn't ask.

I totally asked.

We were called My Friend's Band.

-[Alex] [chuckles] Seriously? -Yeah.

And my friend, Marco, he was the lead singer,

he said that the hot chick had to play the bass, so.

-Wait, you were the hot chick? -[Judith] Hey.

You try squeezing out three kids.

See how you look.

[Alex] I forgot to tell you, I'm pregnant.

[Alex and Judith chuckling]

Obviously, I'm kidding. [Alex chuckling]

I mean, not the best joke, you know?

Mom, are you there?

Hey, Alex.

Yeah?

How's school going?

Good. It's going good.

How's your roommate, what was her name again?

The one that has night terrors?

Night terrors?

Oh, uh, right, um, Natalka.

I think she's, like, Ukrainian or something.

[whispering] Speaking of which, she's sleeping right now,

so I have to go.

[phone ringing]

Hello?

Oh, Mrs. Fixel. What can I do for you?

[phone buzzing]

-Hi, Dad. -Are you all right?

-Where are you? -Dad, stop yelling.

-I'm fine. -The hell you're fine.

Where are you, Alex?

Alex, please. Please, just-- where are you?

-Tell us where you are. -[Alex] I'm fine.

-I'm with a friend. -She said she's with a friend.

She doesn't have any fucking friends, hold on.

Can you tell dad not to have an aneurysm?

[Corey] Hey.

How long did you think that you were going to keep this up?

Hm?

What exactly is your plan here?

Do you think about anybody but yourself?

Do you imagine any consequences of your actions?

Because you are in so much trouble--

Let's order some food.

Come on.

[emotional instrumental playing]

[Alex sniffles]

Son of a bitch.

Yes, this is Sheriff Reggie Stratford

calling from Newburgh in Washington.

The phone call seemed to spook you.

What happened?

I may have to go back soon.

It's home stuff.

The Sheriff said some things.

I'm not proud of what happened with Brandon.

But he was bothering a girl that night, and...

it was two drunk hotheads fighting and I won.

But there's other things that happened--

[Alex] Maybe I don't need to know.

I thought I did, but maybe I don't want to know

because I like you now.

[delivery guy] Hey, Karl. Got the food.

-Two burgers. -Yes, sir.

Burgers? Are you serious?

Ew.

[delivery guy] Who is this?

That's my daughter, Alex.

[muffled shouting]

[Alex shouting] I regret nothing!

You could have at least tried it.

No. Are you kidding me?

My friend Nancy didn't eat meat for five years...

-And? -...and she had

a chicken cutlet of sandwich

and she vomited all over herself.

Alex hasn't been entirely honest with us.

You're looking at possible kidnapping,

and you're crossing state lines--

[Alex] Shit, shit, shit, shit. Fuck--

Please, Alex, language.

-God damn it, fuck! -[Sarah] Alex, enough!

You called them? Why would you call them?

-It's my job? -[Alex] Shit, shit, shit.

Listen, I lied to everyone. Karl had no idea I snuck away.

It's my fault, okay?

I'm a fucking idiot. I'm a fucking--

-It's not-- you're not-- -Hey, hey, hey.

Hey.

I'm going to be okay.

Okay? Everything's going to be fine.

Sheriff Stratford.

I know you don't owe me anything...

but could you give us a minute?

And then you could take her away.

You can arrest me. I don't care.

Just give us one minute. Please.

Sarah, got another cup of coffee?

One last cup.

Sit down, okay? Please?

It's-- [Karl sighs]

I haven't seen your mom in a long time.

You don't have to say anything,

-it's fine. -But the thing of it is--

I told you before.

I was maybe 21 when I met your mom.

I'd been in the city a few months,

And I had no money.

I didn't have any real friends and...

I was-- I was drinking a lot.

And even though she was older and she was married--

Yeah, you hooked up anyway.

Hold on.

We went on walks.

mostly talking about the art show

she was going to put on and-- [sighs]

I didn't know if it was real...

but I was grateful that it might be.

And one night when I got off work...

she was really upset.

Some fight with her husband,

some problem with another doctor.

So we went to a bar for a drink.

And that drink turned into a couple of drinks.

And then a couple of more drinks.

And...

we talked about everything.

And it felt so good to be around her.

I didn't notice how many drinks we'd had.

And, um...

after a while...

I got up to use the bathroom.

and she said she'd better use it, too.

And I think I took that as a signal.

Because we went back there and, um...

she smiled at me.

And...

That's how it started.

-[Alex chuckling] -[Karl sighs]

[knocking on door]

-[Sarah] Hi, you must be Judith.

[Carey] Where is she? Alex?

-Are you okay? -Yeah, I'm fine, I'm fine.

Calm down.

[Karl] Hi.

Uh, hello.

How are you?

Sheriff Stratford.

We done here?

Yeah, you're done.

Okay. Come on. We're leaving.

-Come on. -Dude, Carey, stop.

-[Alex] Let go. -Carey?

Could we just have a minute, please?

No, you had a week.

-You don't get shit. -You're such a hypocrite.

You-- you act all open minded, and you're judging him

because he goes to church and he works with his hands.

Alex, you have nothing to say to this man.

This man should be locked up.

[Sarah] All right, this is my house

and you will not speak to Karl--

-[indistinct shouting] -Affair?

[Carey laughing hysterically]

-It wasn't a fucking affair. -[Judith] Carey.

[Carey sighs]

There was no affair.

Tell her.

Tell me what?

♪

So we used to go for these walks.

-Yeah. -And-- and--

We-- we went into a bar one night,

and I was really drunk.

And then we-- we went into the bathroom.

Look at me.

And we started kissing.

And we were alone.

No one else was there.

But when I told him to stop...

he didn't.

Can I just-- ca-- can I just--

No, you can't.

Hey, hey!

-Stop it -Okay.

It's time for you to go.

Right now.

[Judith whispering] It's okay, it's okay, it's okay.

It's okay.

She's a good girl.

Good artist.

Good artist?

I've wanted to say sorry for such a long time, I--

Well, now you've said it.

[melancholy music playing]

[Sarah] [muffled] Alex. Alex. Alex. Please.

Give it some time. See if... A little time. Please.

♪

Where are the twins?

[Carey] With their grandmother.

7:00 am tomorrow we are out the door.

♪

[phone buzzing]

Are you seriously calling me right now?

Don't hang up.

It all happened wrong.

She's the only thing that felt like any kind of home to me.

In the way she looked at me, in the way she talked to me.

I thought she wanted those things, too.

And then I was-- I was so humiliated

and angry and drunk.

It's like I stepped out of myself.

You're the victim in this?

You really want me to feel sorry for you?

No. No, no.

No, I just-- I just wanted to tell you--

You know what else sucks?

I think back on everything you ever said to me,

like, all this, "I don't like who I used to be" bullshit.

And I feel so stupid.

I just wanted to tell you that that wasn't me.

-I don't remember. -But it is you. You did it.

Now I know why my mom can't look at me.

Because when she looks at me, all she sees is you

and now that's all I'm going to see.

-Don't ever call me again. -Alex.

[rain pattering]

[thunder rumbling]

Where's Dad?

He needed a walk.

[Judith sighs deeply]

I'm sorry that happened to you.

It was a long time ago.

-Yeah, but it still happened. -Yeah.

Mom.

Do you think I'm, like...

dirty?

No.

No, honey, of course not.

N-- No.

Why didn't you get rid of me?

[Judith sighs deeply]

Your father, um...

both of us, we were trying to have a baby,

and we had trouble, and then...

This happened.

-So. -But you thought about it?

Yeah.

Yeah, I'm not easy like the twins, am I?

Just every time you look at me...

you see him.

It was 17 years ago, Alex.

Yeah, for you. For me, it was...

-45 minutes ago. -[Judith] Okay.

I don't think you're dirty.

And I love you very much,

but I can't do this right now, okay?

-So please go to sleep. -Okay.

But do you want to talk about it?

Because you kept his letter.

-No. -I think that's important--

-I just want to go to sleep. -Mom, like, I-- I'm not

looking for a chance to, like, plumb new depths

of awkwardness, okay? I-- I-- I really--

I don't want to talk about it.

Have you talked to a shrink?

-[Judith scoffs] -I think you should talk

to a mental health professional.

That's not how I work.

Okay, but, uh, now that I know about it,

I-- I can't pretend like it didn't happen.

Alexandra, nobody told you to go looking for him.

[determined music playing]

Karl.

come back in the house.

[Karl] Just going for a little ride.

No, Karl, you have been drinking,

I can smell it on you. You need to go to a meeting.

You know I'm right.

Karl, don't get in that car.

You know that if you do this,

there's nothing but trouble.

Karl, listen to me!

-Karl. -I'm fine.

I got Jesus watching over me.

[Sarah whispers] Karl.

[car beeps]

Hi, go-- go to the other window.

The other window.

My parents found out everything,

and now they're here, and we leave in a few hours.

Oh.

[Arthur grunts in disagreement]

I-- I was just asleep. Shouldn't I go brush my teeth?

I mean-- I mean, if it's not bad--

-Okay. -Do you have a condom?

Uh, I-- I think so.

I think I have a pack in my nightstand,

but maybe they're expired, which isn't very safe,

so maybe we should-- Oh.

-Okay, whoa, whoa. -What?

Hey, I just--

[Alex moaning]

Hey, hey, hey. We don-- You-- Are sure you want to?

Because we don't know each other too well and--

Can I please just do this? It's natural, biological.

It doesn't make that everyone, like, freak out.

-[Arthur grunts] -Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah.

-I think you're freaking out. -No, I want to do this.

You ladies--

Do you want to have sex with me or not?

Yes, I--

Yeah, I mean...

I-- I think so.

[somber music playing]

[Alex sobs]

[Alex sniffles]

[Alex sobbing]

-[Alex sniffles] -What happened tonight?

[Carey] It just comes rushing back, you know?

The thousands of times that I see myself

with my hands just wrapped around his neck.

And yet I am a grown and rational adult,

so not killing him

is what separates us from the beasts.

We should have fucking pressed charges.

We had the case,

we had the moral obligation to do it and we didn't do it.

What are you talking about?

We've had an obligation to--

Look, there are lines

that men do not cross.

Now you're going to talk to me about men?

I'm-- I'm just trying to put this thing to bed.

No, what it feels to me like

is that you are determined

to make this about you and your justice.

But I am not gonna let you make my life

be about this one thing.

No, I-- I never said it-- it was about--

Okay, you know what?

Let's say you're right, okay?

And I had gone and upended my life...

and traded our privacy

for... your ego

and put your little monster in jail.

Does that satisfy Carey's justice?

So what, are we supposed to keep sweeping it under the rug

and pretending like it just never happened?

[Judith sighs] So...

Except that you don't actually sweep it all the way

because apparently you kept his fucking letter.

Which is why we're here in a motel.

[Carey sighs] Jesus Christ.

Don't you hate him?

You're such a sweet man.

You never even asked

what the hell I was doing there.

Well, it's a good question.

What the hell were you doing there?

[Judith sighs]

There just was so many doctors appointments.

You know, and it was---

It was hard to feel like we weren't...

failing each other sometimes.

[sighs]

And then when I was with him, I just--

I-- I just felt...

lighter.

Well...

you were with him tonight,

do you still feel fucking lighter?

How I feel about Karl Hendrix, that's my business.

It's not yours.

[contemplative music playing]

[engine revving]

He thought she was this cool arty chick

and he was this, like...

interesting, offbeat guy.

And they met and connected.

And that was me.

It felt like I came from something good.

Well, obviously you're, like...

done, right?

Probably won't be back here.

Yeah, but we'll see you again.

You should come to Portland. I'll find you boys.

Maybe I don't want you to.

[emotional piano music playing]

Yeah, maybe.

♪

[panting]

Oh.

I'd hoped he was with you.

♪

[grunting]

[items in box clattering]

[panting]

[thunder rumbling]

Hey. Came to have that drink.

What the hell are you doing?

I want to have a drink with my dad.

Go home.

You like my bonfire?

Put it out.

You put it out.

-[Beau] Watch yourself. -Come here.

[Karl grunts]

-[Beau] I know my place. I-- -Do you? Hm? Huh?

-[indistinct chatter] -[siren blares]

-[Beau grunting] -[Reggie] Karl! Stop.

[Beau coughing and snorting]

Sarah's worried about you. Let me drive you to your house.

That's not my house.

That's her house.

[Beau] Reggie, get him off my property.

-[Beau grunts] -Karl!

Stop or I will stop you.

[Beau panting]

[Carey] Bullshit.

[Judith] What are you doing?

I don't care why you were there.

I'm here now.

I'm going to go apologize to Alex for lying to her

and then I'm going to remind her

that no matter what the fuck the biology says,

I raised her.

Then my daughter and I are going to have

a fucking conversation.

[door creaks]

-[door creaks open] -Judith.

The car's gone.

[piano music playing]

[phone buzzing]

-Hi, Mom. -You get home right now.

Do you hear me?

Alex, I'm sorry, okay?

I'm sorry that I didn't tell you the truth.

[Judith crying over phone] I'm sorry.

[crying] You're not dirty.

You're not bad.

We could talk about--

we could talk about it until-- until I'm blue in the face.

But I need you to come home now, okay?

[crying]

You all right?

[Alex over phone] Yeah, um, I'm sorry I bailed again.

Uh, there's just something I have to do,

and I'll be back soon.

[emotional piano music playing]

You know about the Puritans, Reg?

They believe you're either damned

or you're saved the minute you're born,

so they go through their entire lives being good

just to prove that they're saved.

Pressure got so bad, one woman drowned her kids

just to prove that she was damned.

Couldn't take not knowing.

I know, Reg.

[Beau] Sorry. Karl, I'm sorry.

I know what kind of father he was.

But you got to leave him be now, all right?

Come on, you waited for this.

I was the one that beat up your damn kid.

I was the one that ruined his life.

Maybe I overlooked his shortcomings.

-Can't help you-- -Damn it!

-[Karl grunting] -[Reggie] Just calm down.

That's it.

Final warning.

♪

Come on. Come on, Reg.

Go ahead.

-What do you got? -I mean it.

Come on!

[muffled] Come on!

Stop. Stop me!

-[Reggie] Stand down, Karl! -I said stop me!

-[Reggie] I mean it! -Don't!

[Karl sighs]

[calm, quiet music playing]

-[birds chirping] -[crows cawing]

Hey.

All right, how about letting me drive?

[Alex and Carey chuckle]

[car door clicks open]

-[car door clicks shut] -Go ahead.

[sniffles] Our flight leaves soon.

[Sarah] Yes.

You know...

I never married.

And I didn't have children.

And when he got out, I thought, "Oh, well...

there's somebody who needs help."

But we're barely...

I mean, he's not even my--

Neither is Carey.

He's still my dad.

And maybe it's a test.

Maybe it's God's test.

You don't believe in that.

You don't care what I believe.

All that matters is whether you do.

Right.

[sniffles] Well,

-no more cutting school, okay? -Yes, ma'am.

Come here.

-Bye. -Bye.

[upbeat music playing]

[Alex] "Hey, Arthur.

Sorry it's taken me so long to write.

I wish I could say I had a good excuse.

Because I was off having pansexual underground orgies

or going to only the hottest club openings,

but sadly..."

-Well, look who's here. -Yeah, I'm finally back.

[Alex] "...I think I'm still trying to process stuff."

Thank you [indistinct].

[Alex] "At least that's what the shrink

my parents are making me see says..."

Alex? Hi.

Come on back.

[Alex] "...keeps me out of boarding school."

How are you?

-Good. -Good.

[Alex] "Which is great because I love my school..."

Next up, The Age of Innocence by Edith Wharton.

[Alex] "...so much."

[classmate scoffs] Jailbait.

[Mrs. Rumble] So, who got through the first chapter?

Okay, I do not snore!

[overlapping chatter]

You're just telling me that I snore now?

No, no, no, no,

-it's a little tiny noise. -Okay.

[Alex] "My parents are also seeing a therapist.

This is good because they are basically

the reason therapy was invented."

I mean, you can always just sleep on the couch.

-Okay. -[Alex] Problem solved.

"As for how I'm doing,

I'm okay.

Everything feels different,

but everything also sort of feels exactly the same.

When I first got back, I sort of thought

my room would be a different color or something."

Circumcised, uncircumcised, very different things.

[Alex] "I thought I should cut my hair

or pierce my nose or get some dumb Chinese character tattoo

that means strength or something.

Just to be like, 'Hello, world. I'm different now.'

And then I thought, 'Wow.

How boldly cliché.'

In general, I'm trying to suck less."

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"I haven't talked to Karl.

Right now, I'm smoking a cigarette,

poorly,

just for you.

Come visit.

If anyone asks how we knew each other,

I guess I can just lie.

I mean, better get used to that, right?

Love, Alex."

[coughing]

Hey.

Dad. Can you knock?

It's him.

I'll be right outside.

Hello?

[Karl] Hey there.

I figured it'd be better to be direct with your folks.

-Mm-hmm. -[Karl] How are you?

-Okay. -[Karl] Are you back at school?

Yeah.

[Karl] Parents all right?

-Mm-hmm. -[Karl] Good.

Good.

Sorry it took so long to call you, it's, uh,

spent a couple more months back in, uh...

Reggie told them to take it easy on me,

if you can believe that.

Okay.

We had a good time here tonight.

Gayle from Sarah's work came by and..

I just-- I just slipped out to call you.

Sounds like we're being rude.

I needed to tell you something.

[Alex] Um...

okay.

That last night you were here...

when I was, uh, I was drunk out of my mind...

I was talking to Reggie about Puritans.

And how hard it was for them

not knowing if they were damned.

Well, the worst part isn't not knowing.

The worst part is knowing.

That's how it was until, uh...

Until what?

...'til you showed up.

My mouth is full of toothpaste.

I know you have to go, but, uh, we were--

I was, uh, I was thinking...

that maybe when the weather warms up and--

and, you know, if it's okay with your parents, that...

well...

maybe you could visit some time.

No.

I mean, maybe.

I don't know.

[Karl] Alex?

Alex?

I'm here.

Okay.

Well, um...

I'll let you go.

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