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You guys haven't seen Summer when she's mad.

She's actually scary. She might literally kill me.

Shoot, let her try it.

I will donkey kick that little girl in her coochie into the next universe.

Jesus Christ, Gaby. It's her best friend.

Yeah, I know. But if shit gets real, I want Alice to know where I'm at.

I love you.

Besides, we all bonk our good friend's guy when we're in high school.

For me, it was my girl Shauna's man, Justin.

In the end, we bonded over the fact that he cried a lot when he came.

What's wrong with that?

Okay.

Seriously though, you and Summer love each other,

- okay? - Yeah.

This will all blow over. You just need to give it time.

You're so right.

- I'm so glad you're back. I love you. - Me too.

I said the same thing to you, Alice.

You told me I was a dumbass who doesn't understand you.

Well, it sounds smarter when Gaby says it.

I get that.

- Hey! She's back! - Yay!

Yay! Yay!

- I'm so happy. - Yeah. Me too.

We're back!

Yeah, we did that already.

Fuck your coffee. I'm getting champagne.

Oh, yeah. Champagne.

I forget, did I ever enjoy this?

Summer says that she can't talk to me

because she's too busy fucking all of my friends.

Aw, honey. She's not gonna fuck Daniel. His hands are very, very small.

- Mom... - Look,

you've gotta be done with all this self-pity garbage.

You know what I've decided?

You're going back to school tomorrow. End of discussion.

My whole life, you've been up my ass.

And now, the one time that I need you, you can't even be there for me?

You're such a...

I dare you.

Hey!

He called me a King-Kong bitch.

Wow. And he's still breathing?

Yeah, I told him to be careful

or I would take him out and make another kid that looks just like him.

I still ovulate.

I'll spread the word.

You know what, a little booze, I will not remember it happened. Cheers.

- Cheers. Cheers, Connor. - Cheers.

Sorry.

Hello?

- That's the good stuff. - Bubbly.

- Yeah, morning champagne. - What?

- Hey. - Hey.

How's he doing?

Well, he got beat up pretty bad.

His leg is broken. Now, he's already had surgery,

and look, before you go in, I should warn you...

What?

He's high as fuck.

Look who it is.

It's my favorite band, Gaby and the White Saviors.

It's funny.

Go ahead, sing something.

I'm a ghost.

How many drugs did they give him?

Feels like a lot.

It was me. I was hiding under the blanket.

- Yeah, we saw. We saw that. - That was so great.

They put a tube in my dick.

- Uh-huh. - Lucky.

But the guy who put it in was so nice.

If you ever need a tube in your dick, I have the best dick-tube guy.

I'll take the name.

You never know.

His name's Lawrence.

- Lawrence is imaginary. - Nuh-uh.

Hey, I just want you to know, we're all here for you.

You and Paul are always here for me.

And look how well it's going. Thanks, Big Head.

Big Head?

That's gonna stick.

Liz! My favorite business partner to have ever betrayed me.

You Blind Sided me, and then you blindsided me.

Oh, damn.

What you doing here, Jimmy fucker?

Okay, look. I will have you know that I am no longer a Jimmy fucker.

Once a Jimmy fucker, always a Jimmy fucker.

He's not wrong.

- That's what I heard. - Come on, man.

Oh, no.

Mom, she tried to kiss me.

Oh, my God.

Alice?

Now, she's kissing the weird neighbor boy.

- Hey! - Yeah. That little fucker is weird.

Hey.

That's the sound that plays in my head whenever I visit my friends

- in the hospital... God. - Talk about weird.

Brian, I'd be careful. He's high and kind of a bully.

Oh, my God! It's the greatest lawyer ever.

I love you so much.

I love you. I love you.

- This is really nice. - What the fuck, Sean?

You should not have a baby though. You'd be an awful dad.

Oh, shit.

Hey. Do me.

Eat a dick, Pam.

That's so good.

I wanna see my dad. Is he here?

Baby, Dad was here, but he had to go.

In fact, I think you should all go. He needs his rest.

- Yeah. - We're gonna come by

and see you in a few hours, okay?

Okay, Big Head.

It's proportional to my body.

It's way too big.

Can I talk to you for a sec?

Once he realized Sean got into another fight,

Tim got upset and left.

I don't want Sean to wake up without his dad here.

Maybe you two can talk to him. Is that something therapists do?

Not usually.

I mean, there is this new groundbreaking technique called Jimmying.

No. We're here for Sean and we wanna help you.

But what you're asking is not something we do.

I understand. Thanks for coming.

Keep us posted, okay?

Tried to find the window where you can look at all the babies.

Turns out it doesn't exist.

There's just a room full of them and it's not open to the public.

They say I have to know the parents. That's ridiculous.

Why would they get rid of...

Hey. Still good to drive you home,

but first we gotta swing by the dry cleaners.

You know, I can give you a lift if you want.

Oh, yeah, but the dry cleaner hands out gumballs.

- Well. - Tempting.

I choose Brian.

More gumballs for me.

- Thanks, though. - All right. See ya.

Where's my coffee?

I know I said I was getting coffees.

I tried calling Sean's dad, and, apparently, he's blocked my number.

So, I asked his mom where he might be,

and she said that when Tim gets super stressed,

he goes fishing at Lake Balboa.

What do you say? Let's go find him and convince him to come back.

I'm not gonna go Jimmy some patient's father.

You just used Jimmy as a verb.

I know you used it disparagingly, but you still used it.

- It doesn't count. - Yes, it does.

- No, it doesn't. - Yes, it does.

- No, it doesn't. - No, it doesn't.

Don't Bugs Bunny me.

You wanna Jimmy.

You just don't think you can

because it would be admitting that you and I...

We're cut from the same beautiful cloth.

You have just said so many upsetting things.

I do not even know where to start.

Okay, you know what? I'll go on my own.

You can get out of the car and call a Lyft.

- I don't know how to do that. - It's how you got here.

Damn it.

Okay, I'll go. But just for damage control.

- You know what? Not good enough. - No.

Paul.

Paul, you're gonna admit that you want to do this,

or you can get out of the car.

- Okay, let's Jimmy this fucker! - Yes! Thank God you said yes.

I was so scared that I had overreached.

You know, Courtney hijacked all of my teen years,

and now she's guilt-tripping me about Mom? It's bullshit, Liz.

What do you need me to say?

I don't know. That even though Courtney got her life together,

it's okay for me to pressure her to stay there and take care of Mom?

You're doing the exact right thing.

And that it's okay that my mom's getting cataract surgery today and I'm not going.

I have to be okay with that too?

Yes. It's an outpatient surgery, you know? My sister's gonna be there too.

You're crushing this.

And even if your mom loses an eye during surgery,

if you weren't there, she wouldn't even see you.

That shit right there, that is so sweet. Come here.

- Yeah, I love you. - I love you.

And damn, girl, look at your talent. You made those dogs look so good.

I don't know about this one, though. He just kind of seems a little smug.

Plus, he's a hoe bag.

He fucks everyone and then ignores them. It's a problem.

What are you doing?

We're redecorating.

I'm a huge donor, so we just let ourselves in.

You can't just do that.

I know you guys said that my photos weren't right for the website,

but I need a win.

I've got a lot of personal shit going on right now.

It involves kids and food trucks,

and don't tell my neighbor, but I'm not still ovulating.

Okay, don't need to know that.

I just thought

maybe you could look the other way and just let me do this.

Please?

Fine.

- Yay! - Thanks.

You're just gonna take them down after I leave, right?

- I am. - Dude.

- It's okay. I don't care. - No.

- I don't care. I'll take them down. - No!

- It doesn't matter. - It does matter.

And you know what, buddy? I hope none of these dogs get adopted.

I hope they all end up...

Nope. Actually, I don't hope they all end up.

I hope they live, but you... I hope you're put down.

- No. - I don't mean that.

I don't mean that at all. I'm sorry, okay? I hope you live. Bye.

Hey, Liz!

- Okay, you're following me. - Yep. Yep.

Thanks for the long, silent ride.

Anytime. Your presence is a blessing.

Okay, you're being so weird. It's making me sweaty.

I have to talk to you.

And I don't know

how to say what it is I have to say to you.

I need a drink. Do you need a drink? Should we make martinis?

It's 11 a.m. and I'm 17, but sure.

Okay. Okay.

Diving in. Okay, here it goes.

I have been talking to

the young man...

who ran over your mom.

What the fuck?

Just listen. It gets better. It doesn't but listen.

He came here to return your wallet...

- He came here? - Yeah.

When? To the house?

- Did you talk to him or... - If you keep asking me stuff,

I'm gonna get more frazzled. So, just let me spit it out.

- Spit it out. - So, he came here,

and I was like, "Get away from this family. Scram."

And he was like, "Sorry."

But he seemed wounded, more like, "Sorry."

And I was like, "Are you okay?" And he was like, yes, but I could tell he wasn't.

I'm going through a super empathetic stage

because Charlie and I decided that we're gonna have a baby.

If it's a boy, we're gonna name him Peter Bernadette,

and if it's a girl, obviously Bernadette Peters.

Anyway, so I went to the coffee shop where he works.

Not to see him, just to ask if he was okay.

And his boss was this kind of Tony Soprano guy, but hotter.

You know, kind of he'd rough you up but also be a really good kisser?

I wish I had a picture.

So, I ask the boss about Louis,

and he says, "You know, he's super depressed.

He's kind of a downer, but you can't fire a person for being a bummer.

Fucking cancel culture, am I right?"

The next thing I know he calls Louis over and we start talking and...

Alice, his life is bleak,

like Requiem for a Dream bleak.

And not like the middle part, where they're all enjoying the heroin,

the end where they're all ass to ass and you realize that heroin's no fun at all.

He has no friends.

No one to talk to. He's suffering.

So, I took a walk with him and we talked

'cause I knew that I couldn't live with myself if...

I didn't at least try to help. That's it. End of story.

Plus, I've been seeing him every couple of days since then.

And texting him sometimes at night.

And he follows me on Instagram. That's it. Your turn.

I wanna talk to him.

Okay, you know, it might be easier if you tell me what you wanna say

and I text him.

Take me to him now

or I'm gonna tell Dad that you've been palling around

with the guy who killed Mom.

- Should we grab some waters for the road? - Come on.

Tim? No way. You fish here too?

How did you find me?

What are you talking about? This is our spot.

What are you using there, a Carolina rig?

That's good for bottom fishing.

Your wife asked us to talk to you.

He was buying it, Paul.

That was authentic fishing slang. I googled it and everything.

Nice here, huh? I used to fish with my dad.

Not Jimmy, he hates boats.

When I was in high school, I went rafting and I capsized.

And I got swept away by the current.

It was very, very disorienting and frankly, it was very, very scary.

Tell him where it happened.

The lazy river at Mandalay Bay.

Listen, Tim, I know we all feel so low.

It's like we're attached to a deep-diving crankbait...

Stop using your new fishing words.

I thought that one was pretty seamless.

No? Okay.

The point is, I know you're feeling really overwhelmed right now...

- You know how I feel, do you? - Sorry, I...

Paul, don't do that. I don't like it.

I didn't do anything.

I almost died, Paul.

Tim, give us five minutes.

I'll think about it if you do that again.

Paul, stop!

Okay?

Yeah, all right.

Aw, honey, I'm sorry.

Those photos were so good.

Did you even look at them?

Of course. There was one of a dog.

They were all of dogs.

Which is why I felt like I got the gist.

D-Train.

- What? - Where is Connor?

If he's gonna loaf around,

he might as well take those photographs out of my car.

He went back to school.

What? He's gone?

Yeah.

I can't believe he didn't say goodbye to us.

What?

Well, I mean, he did say goodbye to me.

Damn, D-Train.

- Did you guys hug? - Yeah,

but I mean, it was like one of those weird one-armed, you know, bro-y hugs.

It was like...

- you know, like... - Those suck.

Yeah, you would've hated it.

- Those are the worst. - Yeah.

- Oh, shit. And there she goes. - Yeah.

You handled that really poorly.

Could've gone better.

- Hey. - Hey, buddy.

Who doesn't love an awkward drop-by?

- Come on in. - Yeah. Okay.

Please.

Hey.

I'm really glad you're here.

You left a note in my wallet. I didn't like that.

Understood. Won't happen again.

Can I get you something to drink? Some water?

Water is amazing. Alice, you like water?

What is wrong with you?

This is me uncomfortable. Get used to it.

- I'll get us some waters. - Okay.

You wanna take a seat?

Yeah, seats. We love seats.

What do you guys even talk about?

Nothing. Just, like, sports.

- You don't know anything about sports. - Offensive stereotype much?

Fine. What sports do you talk about?

You know, pickleball. Monopoly. Sports.

You guys better not be talking about me.

I would never do that. I promise.

So, how have you been doing?

Brian told me you got your license and you've been applying for colleges.

Sounds like you got a lot going on.

He really should not be telling you stuff about me.

Honestly, he mostly talks about himself.

He just asks me questions like,

"Do these clothes look good on me?"

or, "Would a baby look good on me?"

He mostly wants to know if things would look good on him.

That tracks.

I have learned the answer is always yes.

I'm just one of those people who can pull off anything.

This was supposed to be three court-ordered anger management sessions.

But you guys got in there

and fucked with my boy's head.

Now, he acts like everything's my fault because that's what you people do.

So, I take it you're not a huge fan of therapy.

Therapy is never successful overnight,

but eventually, it does help you identify and change troubling emotions

and thoughts and behaviors. I really think that if you gave it a chance...

Seriously?

You really think that now is the time to turn him around on therapy?

I shouldn't have to remind you, Paul, that you're on my team.

Tim, maybe don't think of us as therapists.

Think of us as a couple of dads,

one of whom loves his paddle very much.

Look, I was right where you are, estranged from my kid.

I cheated on her mom,

and when she moved away with my daughter, I didn't fight hard enough

'cause I was so ashamed.

I missed her first recital. Her first menses.

- Jesus, Paul. - Yeah, man. What the hell?

When my wife died, I could not even look at my daughter.

So, I hid from her in booze and pills.

Right when she needed me the most, I fucking blew it.

And she still talks to you?

It is a miracle, but yes.

I'm trying to prove myself to her every day.

So, you're both terrible parents.

Well, he is.

You're negging me a lot today.

You know what the police told me?

Sean didn't even fight back.

He just let them beat him.

Why would he do that?

I think he wanted to hurt himself.

I think he's carrying a lot of guilt about how mad he is at you.

The guy he loves most in the world.

Y'all should've seen him when he was a boy.

A little dimple, always grinning.

But after he got back from over there...

it was like living with a stranger.

He was so angry.

I didn't know how to help him.

Hell, I still don't.

Come back with us and talk to him.

- Nah. - Listen, Tim...

All right, you've said your piece.

Thank you for the conversation.

I feel more awful now than I did an hour ago.

That what therapy is?

Yeah, pretty much.

Look, you don't have to talk to him. But you should.

Come on, Jimmy. Let's go.

I'm done with my water. So what happens now?

You can go if you want.

I don't know what I want.

Well, I feel closure.

Does anyone else feel closure? Closure? Closure?

- Seriously? - Uncomfortable. I warned you.

Brian told me you wrote me a letter.

What'd it say?

I don't remember it word for word, but it was like...

"Hey, fuck face.

You killed my mom and ruined my life and messed my dad up,

and it's all because you're a selfish fucking drunk.

People treat me differently now. I've lost friendships because of you.

And when I wake up,

the one person I want to talk to about any of this

isn't here anymore and never will be, and it's all your fucking fault."

That's a good letter.

Can you tell me something about your mum?

Why?

'Cause I didn't know her.

All I know is... the end.

Do you remember when she got her wisdom teeth out and...

She was coming out of the anesthesia,

she kept bragging about how soft her butt was.

- Brian! - What?

She asked the nurse to feel her butt.

Not the story I would choose to tell right now.

Okay. You're right. I'm sorry.

What story would you tell?

Hey.

Hi. I'm just checking in on you. Are you okay?

You in the tub doing your depressed thing,

surrounded by photos you took of the doggies?

No, I'm at the gym getting jacked.

This gym sounds really echoey. Really splishy splashy.

I'm fine. My problems aren't real.

What do I have to complain about? My favorite eyelash lady is out of town,

so I have to go to my second favorite eyelash lady?

Hey, Liz, don't do that to yourself, okay?

This shit is real and if you're not careful, it'll get you.

Now, listen to me. I want you to get out of that tub and go play with your rocks.

Come on. Let me hear you pull that drain.

No, it's safe and warm in here.

I'ma make you a deal.

You get out of that tub and you try your frigging best,

and I will go to my mom's surgery.

And you'll tell your sister you're cockblocking her whole life?

What? Don't push me. Girl, pull that drain.

Let me hear it.

Attagirl.

- Thank you. - All right, bye.

Hi.

Both my girls here?

No, Mom, it's just me.

Fuck you.

I'm right here, Mom.

I did good, huh?

- You did. - Yeah, you did really good.

And my favorite hat flew off on Space Mountain.

I was so bummed.

So Mom took me straight to the store

and she bought three Goofy hats.

I was so mad because it was nothing like my old hat.

My old hat made me look cool.

But she said it was never about the hat.

It was about how it made me feel wearing it.

Which was a lie because I looked like a dork wearing that Goofy hat.

But she looked cool in it.

She could rock anything.

Yeah, that was a good day.

She sounds kind and fun.

That's a combo you rarely get together.

She was.

Man, I miss her.

Who's that woman?

That's Sara. She was...

She's my fiancée.

She's pretty.

Well, we...

Why did she buy three hats? Your mom. Why did she buy three hats?

When we were running to the ride, Mom bumped into a kid

and the kid dropped his ice cream and was, like, crying.

And the kid's mom said it was fine, but my mom felt really bad.

So she bought that other hat in case we found that kid again.

We looked for him everywhere.

Did you find him?

Yeah. It was awesome.

I'd forgotten about that.

Thank you.

I've thought a lot about what I'd wanna say to you.

How I'd like to explain it all. Why I was behind the wheel.

How much I regret it.

But none of that matters

because it happened, and it was all my fault.

And nothing I can do can make that better.

All I can tell you

is that not a single moment goes by that I don't think about her.

Or you. Or your dad.

I think about you all... all the time.

I'm just so fucking sorry. I...

I wish I could change it.

- I wish I could go back and do it... - I forgive you.

What?

I forgive you.

It's what my mom would've done.

Thank you.

I didn't...

Thank you.

I'm off.

Where you going?

There's a new store in town. I'm gonna go look at belts.

It's not a belt store, but I'm betting they have them.

Fingers crossed.

Yeah. You're the best.

Hey, I...

Forget it. Nothing.

What? You can say anything to me. You usually do.

I don't... I'm feeling like... I don't know.

Do you ever feel a bit off like you're underwater?

So stupid.

That thing with the dog photos really got to me, you know?

And I'm missing the truck.

And I love this house. You know that I do

but it feels kind of empty without the boys.

It's less noisy though, huh?

Yeah. Smells better.

Yeah. Okay. How about we get you another truck?

I vote grilled cheese.

- That's actually something I could make. - Yeah.

You know what? I'm great. Go have fun with belts.

Great. I'll see you later.

I love you, babe.

Love you.

Oh, my God. I have so much nervous energy right now.

- Should we go to Dave & Busters? - Fuck, yeah.

Wait. Brian.

I know I gave you shit for it earlier,

but I'm really grateful you reached out to him.

Yeah, it was definitely a new thing for me.

Still.

Sometimes it's easy to see when someone really needs help.

It's written all over their face.

I just wanna understand why she would have to stay over. It's just cataract surgery.

Well, I did low-key bribe the doctor to keep her overnight

'cause I figured you could use the night off.

You're my hero.

Plus, I wanted you to see my new house.

Yeah.

This swanky as hell.

Yeah. Duh.

Bougie. Overpriced.

Bitch, you do not have sconces.

Yeah, girl. I got sconces on sconces.

Uh-huh. Wow.

So, what, you just bring me here to rub it in my face?

- Yeah. A little bit. - Uh-huh.

That's not the only reason.

Courtney, I release you.

What the fuck does that mean?

What I'm trying to say is...

I know how much shit you do for Mom.

And that you worked really hard to get your life back together.

I'm super proud of you for that.

Thanks.

I've been really scared that if you split, Mom's gonna ask me to step in,

and to be honest,

I don't know how the hell I can answer "yes" or "no" to that.

But that's not your problem. It's mine.

Okay, you've done your time. And then some.

Yes, I did.

All I ask is that you just kinda give me a little while

to figure out what to do with her.

And then after that, just get the hell out of there. You know?

I'll drink to that.

How much time do you need?

I don't know. Like 20 years.

- Two days. - Eight years.

- Two weeks. - Three months.

Just give me, like, three months.

Deal.

How you feeling, kid?

Still hurts all over. But better.

Yeah.

My mom said you were talking to my dad.

Is he here?

- Ah, man. Dads are tricky. - Yeah.

They don't always come through when you'd like them to.

But they do eventually. Look at me. Took me a year.

Hey.

And that was a lot quicker.

Hey, Dad.

Let's give these guys some private time.

Thanks.

We both know I'm not great at talking about feelings.

It's fine, Dad.

- You don't have to say anything. - No. Let me talk.

When you told me I had let you down...

the reason I got so defensive...

is... you were right.

Oh, Sean. Man, I'm so, so sorry.

It's okay, Dad. We're good. We're gonna be good.

Yeah.

Gotta get you up outta here so you can go fishing with me.

I guess you won't be break dancing no time soon.

Don't make me laugh.

Yeah, remember when you went through that phase?

Man, this is so touching.

Stop watching them.

Paul, it's a very moving moment.

I'm so happy. Whatever that man does to his son, I'm gonna do to you.

Don't do that.

Stop. Stop.

Paul. If you don't want me to, you can pull away.

I'm not gonna pull away. You've got to learn some boundaries.

He asked me to, and I don't ask questions. I work for him.

Wow, these are amazing.

Stop it.

My guy's so handsome but every time I take a pic, he licks his asshole.

Well, if one can.

Still, I think that's on the photographer.

- Do you thi... - Yeah, I do.

Then help me out.

I mean, he's here. You got your camera. Let's go to the park.

What? Right now?

Yeah. Right now.

Sure. Why not?

Great. Let's do it.

Come on, buddy.

It's his lucky day.

- Watch... Careful. - He's so cute. Sorry.