- Mr. Hart, everyone's still waiting for you
in the conference room, when you get around to it.
- Coming.
Uh-oh.
- You smell like perfume.
Go back to sleep.
- I wasn't asleep. Can we talk?
- Sure. W-what do you want to talk about?
Is that my belt?
- I wanted to go to that painting retreat.
- Oh, God!
This is not a good time.
- It's never a good time.
- I told you there is no way
that you can go to a retreat right now.
Who would take care of the kids?
It's two weeks.
- Painting is what I've always wanted to do
and I'm scared that if I don't do it...
- Jill, come on. We need you here.
- Is everything okay at work?
I saw something on the news.
Yeah, it's-it's fine.
We just...
Don't believe everything that you hear.
Mom.
Mom!
Mom...
- I had an accident in Tiffany's bed.
- What are you looking at?
- I thought I saw that dog again.
- So, Max, you're done with soccer at 3:00.
I have to pick up Cindy from ballet at 3:30
so, please make sure you're on the corner right on time.
Not at your locker, not at...
Dad's here for breakfast.
- Time to go. - It's only 7:40.
- Let's go now.
- Good mornin'!
- Bye, Dad. - Bye, Tiff. Love you.
- Love you, Cind. - Love you too, Daddy.
- Have a good day. - Bye, Dad.
- Bye. - I love you.
Alright.
- Have a good day at work.
- You know it!
- Are you gonna be home for dinner?
- I will do my best. - I'm so tired, Bill.
You don't understand how
difficult it is to keep it together.
Okay, Okay, stop.
- I don't know if I can keep it together.
- Hey, good night's sleep. Okay?
Will you let me get you some pills.
You just need some sleep, alright.
You haven't had a good night's sleep in a while.
Well, let you let me get you some pills
that will help you sleep at night finally?
- I'm terrified I'm gonna do something.
- Mom, can we go in this century, please?
Guys, guys, come on. Don't worry about my mom.
- I love you.
Hello.
I need to talk to you.
- Hmm. - Stop, I'm serious.
- What? - They fired me.
My whole floor.
- What? When?
- Are you just getting here? Did you not hear?
- I was running late.
- It's a massacre. You have to go and do something.
- This is unacceptable.
I'll take care of it. Don't worry.
- Exactly. Mm-hm. Yes.
- Uh, Steven... - Sorry. I, I-I can't.
This is important.
- Hey. Um...
I like your tie.
- Did you fire Annabelle? - Who the fuck is Annabelle?
- Oh, she's, um, uh...
Sits on the second floor.
Uh, s-she's-she's a really good kid
and she's not that expensive.
- I really don't think that you understand
the grave circumstances that we're in right here,
right now.
Alright? Yes, I fired Annabelle
and I fired 179 other employees this morning.
- Okay, well, I-I'm not talking a 179 other people.
I'm just talking about Annabelle.
- Well, if you'd like to tender your resignation, Bill
then you know what?
I could restore the employment
of the entire second floor.
All you have to do is sign
right here on the dotted line.
Go ahead.
Sign it.
- Is it really that bad?
- It's really that bad.
- Um... - Sign it.
- No, that's like... That's okay. - Sign it.
- Um, it's... - Sign it.
- It's probably... That's...
You probably made the right decision.
- Just sign it.
- Honey...
We thought you'd be home.
I postponed dinner as long as I could.
You never give me a choice.
There's a dog watching me.
Dog's always in the same spot.
Been here a while.
I feel like, I can't breathe.
- We've been finished forever.
May I please be excused?
If you're not gonna answer, I'm just gonna go.
- Wha... Mom! What about chores?
Am I supposed to load the dishwasher?
It's Max's turn.
- Mama, may I be excused?
- She's not gonna answer. Just go.
Mom?
Are, are you upset because Dad
didn't come home for dinner again?
Mom?
It's called toast. You have two legs.
Is there any more cereal?
- What happened?
- We don't know.
- Who is that dog? - I told you.
- Not that dog again.
There's no dog.
- Where's Mom?
Dad, wake up!
- Dad! - What?
- Daddy, get up. Mom's gone.
- What? What do you mean, "Mom's gone?"
- Uh, I-I think she left you, and us, it's over.
- What? Why would you say that?
- You have to drive us to school.
- No, I got to go to work.
W-what do you mean Mom left? Where is she?
- She's not here. Now get up!
- Jill? She's not here. - Dad, get up. We're late.
- Dad, we're late. We're late. - No.
' Dad! ' Dad!
- Jill, honey, where are you?
Call me.
We're all very worried about you. Please call me.
- Dad, you got our jackets wrong. Leave them alone.
I don't have any underwear or socks on.
- Please, guys, I just need a minute of silence!
I-I don't know how to use this car, okay?
How do you turn it on? Is there a...
Oh, that's the key and you turn it.
Okay. Right, let's do this.
- Dad, we need money for lunch. - Great. Money.
Uh, is this enough?
Wait, wait, hold on, hold on! What about these two?
- They don't go to middle school, Dad.
I'm in kindergarten.
- Middle school. Of course not. Right.
- Did-did you get Cindy her lunch?
- Well, I've got more cash.
- No, no, y-you can't buy lunch in kindergarten.
- Got it. Okay. Dad's on the case.
- "B" is for "Be nice." C is for...
Did you see Mom last night?
- I-I don't know, Cind. I-I didn't see her last night.
No, because I got in late. Okay?
It's okay. It's okay. No, no, no, no. You're gonna be fine.
- Cindy, hi!
Look at this outfit.
This is so cute!
You must be, uh, Cindy's dad.
- Yeah, listen, got a little situation.
She has no lunch.
- Oh, that's okay, honey.
- Uh, and that's it. Okay?
- Yeah, uh, there's actually a grocery store
right down the street, if you just want to pick...
- Yeah, I ca... I can't. I can't do that.
Uh, can't you just bring her to the lunchroom or somethin'?
- I'm sorry but all the kids here brown bag it.
- Jesus Christ, $25,000 a year, you can't give her an apple?
- Okay. I can hear that you're frustrated.
Is-is everything okay? Where's Jill?
- Listen, this is very simple.
Can't you just whip her up somethin' real fast?
- Excuse me?
- Or-or-or order a pizza?
Or make a-all the other kids share their lunches?
I-I-I have to go to work.
This is very simple. You can do whatever you want.
She has no lunch. She has no lunch.
' Dad?
Hug?
- Alright, I'm sure Mom's gonna be home when you get back.
Hey, listen, Cindy, I have to go. I have to go now.
- Cindy, I have to go. - No!
- Okay. It's okay.
- Yeah, no, I know that I'm late.
I, uh, I'm having a family crisis
and I had to drop my kids off at school.
Uh, I know. I know.
Uh, oh, I think Jill may have left me.
No, I'm fine.
What? Sorry. Uh, n-no, y-you just cut up for a second.
Listen, um, just buy me some time.
I will be there in 20 minutes.
Uh, 30, max. Uh, maybe 40.
I-I-don't know where I am.
Oh, can you figure out a way
to, uh, pick my kids up from school?
Alright. I have to go.
You fuckin' bitch!
You goddamn selfish fuckin' crazy bitch! I knew it!
I fuckin' knew you would do something like this to me.
I gave you fuckin' everything
and this is how you say thank you?
You fuckin' bitch, you bitch!
You bitch!
Jed, hey!
Hey!
Hey, bud. I didn't, uh...
I didn't see you there. I forgot you were there.
- Are you okay?
- Who me? Yeah, of course.
I'm fabulous. Heh.
Uh, say, bud, can you, can you just remind me...
where your school is again?
- This is it.
- This is it?
- Yeah.
- Well, hell, let's go, bud.
- You forgot about me. - I did not forget about you.
- You actually just said you forgot I was here.
- Yeah, well, it is a figure of speech.
- Meaning what? - Meaning... Eh, sorry, bud.
Can you just help me unblock this thing here?
- Why did Mom leave you?
- I don't know, Jed, but we'll figure it out.
She'll probably be in home in time for dinner.
Alright. Okay, let's go.
- Wait! My backpack!
- Okay-
Good, I remembered.
Okay, which way?
- I have your wife's sister returning your call.
And everyone's still waiting for you in the conference room.
- Yeah, I'll take it.
- Beth. Heh-heh. - Bill.
- How are you?
- Fine.
Uh, is everything okay?
'Cause you never call me.
Should I be worried?
- Uh, is Jill with you?
- No. Why?
- Yeah. - You're weirding me out.
What's goin' on?
- Um, I... Well, I don't know.
Uh, s-she's-she's gone. Heh-heh.
- What do you mean she's gone?
When-when did you see her last?
- I-I don't know, um...
- You don't know?
- Maybe yesterday at breakfast
but I've called her phone 15 times, Beth and...
- Okay, just calm down. Alright.
I'm sure that there is a-an easy explanation.
If she was going to leave you
she would've told me by now, so...
- Well, she's not gonna leave me.
That she... We're... We're very happy.
Very happy.-
- Okay-
- I just...
I might need your help, Beth.
Can you help me?
- Yes, of course.
- Okay-
It's okay, Beth. I mean, she's okay, right?
- I don't know, Bill.
Okay, listen, we'll find her together.
Just meet me at the house, alright?
- Okay. Okay, thank you.
Thank you, Beth, so much.
Bye.
I'm comin'.
- Okay. Uh, what are the names of your kids' schools?
I don't have it on file.
- I, um... I don't know.
Can you Google it?
- There are a lot of schools in town.
So, I could Google it but...
I'll check billing.
Hey, can I let everyone know that you're on your way
to the conference room?
- Yeah. Yeah, yeah.
- Are you?
- Yeah, yeah.
Yeah.
Yeah, it'll... Just right across the hall there?
- Thanks, sir.
Do you think Mom's back?
- Who knows?
- There's... Guys... There's...
You guys! Come see this.
- How'd you guys get home? - Taxi, man.
- Tiff! - Jed, one sec.
- What did you eat for lunch?
- I ate Ms. Cole's lunch.
- You guys! Come see this! Come on.
- What's that smell? - Mom's clothes.
- Cindy, Jed, leave the kitchen.
- That's poop, Max. That's poop.
- What happened to Mom?
- I'm not kidding, guys. Out of here, now!
- What is it like, like a serial killer or something?
- A-are we in danger? - I don't know. I don't know.
- We need to call Dad.
- I'm calling the cops.
- Kids! - Hello!
- Aunt Beth! - Honey, sweetie.
- Okay, did your mom call?
- No. - Okay.
- Max, can you do that, um... - Oh, God! What's that smell?
- Find my iPhone thing on your mom's phone.
- Phone's in the kitchen.
- Why would her phone be here?
- Why is the house... - Cind, Cind, stop.
- We need to call the cops. - Okay, not for 24 hours.
- We need to call now. - Beth, they don't...
' Guys!
- Now! - They won't do anything...
- Guys! - What?
- What Tiff, what?
- We-we found Mom.
- Where is she? - Oh, thank God.
- We-we, we, um...
Mom is...
- Mom's what?
What's funny? Guys?
Guys!
- You wouldn't believe it.
- Well, we found her but, uh...
- Someone tell me what is going on right now?
- Mom is being a...
She's not being herself.
- What?
- We have to show you. - Totally.
- Mom is in the basement?
- She's been down there this whole time.
- Jill?
- Jillie?
Jill!
Why isn't she answering?
- It's kind of hard to explain.
- Oh, God, what is that smell?
What the hell was that?
- Did you guys get a dog? - No.
Mom doesn't want us here.
She barks louder when we're here.
- Kids, stay up there.
- It's Mom, Dad.
- That's not Jill.
- Make the goddamn call! - What's he gonna do?
Is he gonna her pulse? He's a family doctor.
He treats runny noses not...
Okay. Dr. Linnenwell is better.
He will refer her out. He will call a specialist.
He will have an explanation. Just make the goddamn call!
- Alright.
See. Straight to voice mail.
- That's because, it's the middle of the night.
Call his cellphone and stop acting like a child.
- I don't know what I'm gonna say to him.
Eh, uh... Dr. Linnenwell...
Bill Hart, um, Jill's husband.
Yes. Right.
Um... I-I...
Jill tells me that you're coachin'
a pretty mean Little League.
- What the fuck?
- Right. Uh, sorry. No, I know. I'm sorry.
It... I know it's late. Um, well, I, uh...
We're having a bit of a...
I guess you could call it a situation over here.
It's, uh, it's not a big deal but, uh...
Could you possibly come over here and look at my wife?
Uh, yeah, like, like right now would be great.
It's not, not an emergency.
Well, all I could do is...
I sedated her.
- Okay. Huh. Yeah.
- She needs some really serious help, Bill.
- Yes, um, what-what, what can we do to help?
Who-who can help us?
- Actually, I do know a specialist
that's right for this sort of thing.
Zya Price.
- Uh, Th-this is confidential.
Right, Dr. Linnenwell. It's the doctor-patient thing.
This is all... It's-it's private.
- What?
- Of course, it is.
It always is, Bill.
- Listen, uh, she knows you.
Can you stay?
- Yeah, I have human feces on my face, Bill.
I kinda like to wash up.
- Yes. Um, there is a bathroom
right down the hall to your left. Heh-he.
- Okay-
Uh, call Price.
- Okay. Price. Zya Price.
Yep.
He better not tell anyone.
- What?
- He better not tell anyone, did you see... shit?
Like on his face.
- Jesus Christ, Bill.
My sister is down there covered in shit!
- Beth, listen to me, this is a very bad time for me.
I have to be at work 18 hours a day right now
not dealing with her shit, okay? Jill can't do this.
- She cannot do this to me right now. - Okay, you...
- I'm not the one who's bailing on my kids, okay?
I'm still doin' what I'm supposed to be doin'.
She's the one who's down there...
takin' a break.
- She's not talking, like you said
and behaving like a domestic dog.
- Right.
- She's urinating, excreting on herself.
She seems unresponsive as if unable to hear
what's happening around her.
You know, it seems unclear
if she's self-aware at this point or if she's not.
I sure hope she's not self-aware.
- Why is that, Mr. Hart?
- If she knows what she's doing right now
I will never fuckin' forgive her.
- I understand your frustration, Mr. Hart.
This is a tremendously challenging situation.
- Is there a-a name
a-a-a medical term for this condition
for how she's behaving?
- Behaving like a dog.
- Do, do you think so?
Really? Wow, that's...
I mean, it's a very astute observation.
I-I, uh... Is it the barking?
I think that, uh, I'm just a little overwhelmed
by your insight here, doctor.
- The police department would case this
as a 51-50.
Unspecified psychiatric condition.
I hear, what the fuck is that?
- There have been similar cases.
There was a Scottish doctor, Dr. R. D. Lang
who had a case like this
another housewife.
- I've read about that... - Okay, this is enough.
I want a refund. This is some WebMD shit.
I can Google all of this.
- Okay, give it... - Bill, please.
I'm sorry. My brother-in-law, he hasn't slept.
- She hasn't slept, either. - Well.
Taking care of your kids, okay?
- Well, I didn't ask you to take care of my kids.
I asked you to help me figure out what's going on
with your selfish fuckin' sister.
- Yeah. - Let's keep the focus on Jill
and what she needs.
Okay?
And what she needs is care
that I can't provide for her here.
I think you should consider
a more conducive medical environment.
- You mean, a crazy house.
- She needs comprehensive psychiatric care.
This will be a process
and it may take some time, but rest assured...
- She's not going to a mental facility, okay?
She's my wife. I will not allow that.
And I fuckin' hate talkin' to people like you
because you're not making anything better, you're just...
- But she's trying to help... - This is my family...
She's not going to a mental institution, okay?
And what I would like from you
is a prescription for my wife
right here, right now.
Please, that is what I'm paying you for.
- She needs full-time psychiatric...
- Yep!
- Yeah.
It's okay, it's okay.
You're gonna be okay. I'm right here.
Sissy, I can see you.
I can see you.
We're gonna get through this, okay?
I'm here.
I'm gonna take care of you now.
No more Bill, no more kids, just us.
It's okay. We'll get you out of here soon.
I'm gonna find some help.
I see you, sissy. I see you.
I see you...
Don't hurt, don't even hurt me. Sorry.
Stop! Ah!
- Hello, Hart residence. - Tiffany, dear?
- It's Cindy. May I ask who's speaking?
Hi, Cindy, that's very polite.
It's Nana. I wanna speak to Mommy.
- Mom just can't talk right now.
- Well, could you ask her to call me when she can?
- She'll be a while.
- You're not supposed to be on the phone.
- Hey, that was Nana!
- Ah. Okay, Jill.
You wanna act like a dog, we'll treat you like a dog.
There you go.
- Jed, it's not Christmas.
- I know that, right?
- Ho-ho-ho! Merry Christmas, everybody!
Ho-ho-ho!
- Merry Christmas, you guys.
Who did this?
It's so pretty. What else do we have?
Oh. Ooh, Cindy.
Let's put the star on the top of the tree and finish it.
"Cindy
- Come on. Come on.
Come on, come on, come on, come on!
Hey, hey, hey, come on! Go put it on the tree.
Go put the star on the tree and finish it so Santa can come.
Cindy, come on. Come on, let's do this, alright?
- Bill, listen. - Put the star on the tree.
Cindy, come on! Let's put the star on...
- No! - It'll be fun!
Let's put this star on the top of the tree!
- Bill! - Cindy, just...
What? What?
Beth, come on, where is your Christmas spirit?
- Daddy! - Dad, you're scaring her.
- What do you mean? We're having a great time!
Right? We're havin' a solidly fuckin' great time!
Is that Christmas carolers?
- Hey, good evening, sir. I'm Officer Frill.
We got a call on the 51-50.
- Ah. Okay.
Christmas?
- Uh, there's no reason for you to be here.
Everything is fine.
Sir, I'm gonna need to take a look at your wife
to make the determination.
- Not if I don't ask you in.
You're-you're not and I'm-I'm not askin' you in.
- Sir. - I know my rights.
And I know her rights.
You're not allowed to take her away
unless she's a danger to herself or others, and she isn't.
I do not consent to her being hospitalized.
And you need to leave or I'm calling my lawyer.
Is that clear?
- Sir, I'm still gonna need to see your wife.
- Fine.
Right this way. She is in the basement.
Down. It's the little door on your right.
Bring a chew toy?
Send immediate backup.
- I can't, I, I can't. - What?
- Daddy!
- Cindy, he's not coming back.
- Then I thought, why not let's just run away
and leave the kids, you and I.
They'll be fine. They don't need us.
- Yeah. - Right?
We could do whatever we want.
- You look so different. - I do?
- Ah.
And you're relaxing watching TV.
- What else? - Hey, story, story.
You promised to...
Tiffany...
- You... - Get out!
- Max. - You left. Get out!
- I went for a walk.
- I'm sorry. - You're not sorry.
- I understand that you're ups... Hey!
- Get out! Get out! - Hey! Hey!
- Don't fight! Stop that! - It's okay. Okay, it's okay.
- Stop hitting Daddy! - Don't do that!
It's okay. It's okay. Hey.'
- Yello? - Mr. Hart?
This is Stella White from UCLA Medical Center.
We received a police report from your sister-in-law...
No, um, no. That's...
She was wrong. That... There was a mistake.
We don't need you. Thank you, bye.
I'm done! A little more milk.
- Ah...
You have 27 new messages.
Bill? Bill, where are you?
Everyone's still waiting for you in the conference room
when you get around to it.
- Blah, blah, blah, blah.
Hart, it's your father-in-law.
Call me back. We need to talk about Jill.
It's imperative that we come by and see...
- Stay, Stay.
- Ugh, it still smells like shit in here.
- It smells worse in the basement.
- It's making me suicidal.
- Huh? - I said I wanna die.
Me, too. What's suicidal?
- You know what? We're gonna eat.
And then we're gonna get ready for school tomorrow. Let's go.
Hey, Bill, it's Stephen.
Comin' up on a week now since you've graced us
with your magical presence.
I'd love to see you tomorrow morning
if you can fit it into your schedule.
- I can't tell if, if she's in there
or if she's gone.
I...
Well, what if she's gonna be gone forever?
Uh, Brian, I gotta go.
Okay, I love you. Yes.
I love you so much. I love you. I love you.
Okay, yeah. Alright, bye.
Oh, God!
Oh, my God!
Oh, God! That's bad.
That's bad.
Oh, God!
Who's Brian?
- What? - Who's Brian?
- Brian's my husband.
- Bill. - Right, right, right. Uh...
I, uh, I, I was just kidding.
Are they all asleep?
- The kids? Yeah.
- I, uh...
I, uh...
I'm pretty sure I'm gonna get fired tomorrow.
And, uh...
I don't know what I am without my job.
I, I don't know...
who we are without this life.
I mean, I may have to...
sell the house and the cars
and we'll have to change schools
to public schools. I mean, what...
What kind of a man am I?
- Listen, we...
I understand
that you don't want Jill to go to a hospital
but there's something really wrong with her.
You get that, right?
- Do-do you know how Jill and I met?
Did she ever tell you that story?
- Yeah.
Jill told me like, a million times.
- You know, um...
Can't...
I just...
Oh, it's just...
I just can't...
- Hey, hey.
Hey, hey, it's okay.
It's okay.
- Sometimes I just wish that...
my dick was smaller.
Like, if my dick was smaller
none of this would have happened.
Uh...
Uh, did she ever talk to you about it?
- Wait, what? Uh, uh, about your dick?
- Yeah.
- No, Bill.
- Oh...
Sorry.
- Listen, my parents are going to come to see her.
- No.
No. Why? That will be so shameful.
I already feel like I failed her.
- Well, you have, Bill, you have.
I'm sorry, but they need to see her.
They need to see their daughter.
- Beth, please, please. Please don't do this.
Your parents already hated me before this
and I'm, I'm, I'm lost.
And this is not about saving face. I promise, this is...
I just...
I don't want my wife to be cuckoo.
I don't want Jill
to be sent to some kind of mental institution.
I can't subject Jill and the kids to that kind of life.
There has to be some other alternative.
- Okay, um...
There...
There are some things that I need to take care of.
- Okay. - Outside of here.
- For my life. - Mm-hmm.
- But I will be back. I-I promise, okay?
Do you think that you are ready?
- Yo, yeah. I mean, are you kidding me?
I'm, I was born ready.
Tiffany, sorry.
- Dad, you almost made me spill
the last of the cold kokum water.
We don't have any food left. We're so hungry.
Jed's been trying to eat dog food for the past three days.
And if he can figure out how to open the can, then he will.
So, what are you going to do about it?
- Uh...
Uh...
You just looked like your mom for a second. Um...
- Oh, my God!
You're, you're not even listening to me.
You don't even care about what I'm saying.
- Yes. No. Yes, I do. Tiff, I heard. I heard everything.
I heard everything. Come here, come here.
- It's okay. - Why won't you listen to me?
- No, no, no. - What's happening?
- It's okay. It's alright.
It's cool.
- What's going on? - It's alright...
- We're gonna be homeless
and we're gonna get diseases and die.
- No, no, no. - We're going to live under a bridge or something.
- When we were dead?
- No, no, no, no. No, Jed.
It's okay, it's alright. Here, come-come here, everybody.
Let's, let's, let's sit down. Here.
Okay, -
I know that this is confusing
and I know that you're all scared, and-and I am, too.
I really am, but we're a still family.
Okay?
- But, Mom's a dog.
- Yeah, bud, yeah, she is a dog
but she's still your mom.
And we are going to stand by her no matter what.
Okay?
Because Mom needs us.
So, we gotta be tough
and we're gonna get through this.
Okay, we're gonna get through this together.
Yeah.
- But what if Mom never ever changes back?
- How are you, Bill?
- Well, f-fantastic.
- You know, it would really be unethical for me
to mention anything about... your wife
in any conversation regarding job performance.
- Right. - So, tell me this.
What the fuck is going on with your wife?
- Uh, well, eh...
It's a bit, it's a bit complex.
- You know, you can't be out of pocket like this.
- No, I understand, I understand that.
And, uh, we are on a good path now.
And if you just bear with us for a little bit longer, uh...
- Bill, you should stop talking. - Okay, okay.
- Now, you know, this part of my job
isn't very easy, is it?
- Lately, things have just... - Uh, hang on.
Wait a minute.
- This is not a negotiation, Bill.
- Don't. Please, please, Stephen.
Just-just wait, just wait a second.
- Bill, listen, let's just not... - Wait!
- Bill. - Wait. Could you just wait?
- Just for one second, please! - Okay!
Okay, Bill, I'm waiting.
Just“ Thank you.
Okay, -
Okay, Stephen, listen to this.
This is gonna be great.
- Okay-
- The home program.
- Well, um, the home program is a program
where, uh, executives can, uh...
essentially work, uh...
- Work from home. - Exactly.
Now, think about this, think about, think about the goodwill
that the firm will get from this.
- The home program for the home. - Bill
- It's a company that-that doesn't
only care about the bottom line.
It's a company that cares about people.
This is a company that cares about families.
I mean, this is good. This is good PR stuff.
This is Fortune 500 stuff. This is Oprah calling you.
- You know? What do you think? - Bill, I don't think so.
I'm, I'm-I'm going to have to...
- Okay, don't, don't, d-don't say it.
Okay, okay, okay, let's forget that
forget the home program. Uh...
- Jesus Christ. - Just what if...
What if, what if you give me my bonus
a little bit early and then I can hire a nurse
and a live-in nanny?
And I'll be, I'll be, uh,
back at my desk 24 hours a day, 7 days a week.
It'll be exactly like it was before.
- Bill, I, I can't. Please.
- Please, please, please, Stephen. Please.
I don't, I don't have anything else.
Don't take this from me, okay?
I will do anything, I'll do anything.
Anything, anything anything, anything.
- Three months' severance.
Go home to your kids.
- Kids!
- Follow the skunk. - Come here, Mom.
- Follow the skunk. It's walkin' away.
Yeah, look at the alligator. Look at the alligator.
- Come on. - But my skunk's better.
- Look at the skunk. - Mom!
- Hey, hey, guys, uh, I don't think
Mom is feeling like playing with us right now.
So, uh, why don't we leave her alone and...
let's go get ice cream?
- Yes. - Yes!
Oh, yes.
- Who wants to give their dad a bite of ice cream?
- Not me. - Totally not me.
- Me. - Ah-hah.
Thank you, Cin.
- Mm! What is that, mint? - Mm-hmm.
- Is that your favorite flavor?
- Mint is my favorite flavor.
- Chocolate. Yes, chocolate.
- Jed, we have the same flavor.
- Um...
- Kids, go in the house. - Who is that?
- Just go inside now. - Come on, guys.
- Go on.
Where are you parked?
- This is you? - Yeah.
- Fantastic.
What are you doing here?
- I am worried about you.
I've called you, like, ten times.
- Is everything okay? - Yes, yeah. Everything's fine.
Annabelle, listen, I can't see you anymore.
I know you'll find someone who is right for you
and who has room in his life for you, but, uh, listen, bye.
- Bye. Thank you. - Wait. Hold on...
Wait a second, Bill. What's going on?
People are saying weird stuff.
- Private, uh, family matter. - Really?
- Yeah. - Wow.
- So... - Your dog sounds pissed.
- Yeah. Um...
Beth, can you give us a minute?
- Is this her?
- Beth, please, just l-let me handle it.
- I can't fuckin' believe you.
- Who was that? - Okay, Annabelle, listen.
I know we shared something, but it wasn't real.
Don't ever contact me or ever come near my family again.
Okay?
Beth?
Beth! Hey. Please wait, wait. Okay.
That was Annabelle. That was the girl I had an affair with.
She showed up completely unannounced
and I told her to go home.
- I can't believe I fucking trusted you.
- You still can.
- No! I know how Jill feels. Now, I know how she feels.
- You still can trust me. You still can trust me.
I never should have done it. It was a terrible mistake.
It's over. We need to stay on the same team here.
- Don't lie. I'm on Jill's fucking team.
I know why she did this. I know why this happened to her.
I understand, Bill. I fucking know why!
I understand, understand
why you don't want anyone to fucking see her
because you fucking did this to her!
You fucking cornered my sister! You fucking crushed her!
You fucking stifled, then you muzzled my fucking sister
until she had no other alternative
than to turn herself into a fucking dog!
- Beth, please don't do this.
- We need you. Okay? We need you.
- Oh, I know you fucking do.
I know you fucking do because you are worthless!
I do everything around here. I dress the kids.
I take them to school, I clean the house, I do the laundry.
I do the dishes. I-l, I even pick up the groceries.
You know what, I know, I know what she is feeling, I know
because she's your fucking wife
which is a full-time, thankless fucking job!
- Mom, Dad! - Dad!
- Oh, no!
- Jill! - Jill!
- Sissy!
- Whoa, whoa. - It's okay.
- Jill! - Jill!
Jill!
- Jill!
- Oh. - Hello!
- Is that Jill?
- No. Is that... - Jill.
- Jill.
- Jill. Thank God. Okay. - Oh, God.
- Thank God. Thank God. - Come on. Come on, come on.
Are you okay?
- Get her up. Let's go. - Come on.
Oh, my God. No.
- Jill? - Okay. Cover her.
- Okay. Sure. Yeah. - Okay.
You don't have to show him. You don't have to show him.
- Okay. Okay. - It's the game of trust.
- It's okay. Mom's back.
"Big house in the sun-kissed Santa Clara Valley.
"Judge Miller's place, it was called.
"It stood back from the road
"half-hidden among the trees
through which glimpses could be caught..."
What a night! You want a beer, Brian?
- Uh... I don't, I don't drink, Bill.
I'm in AA. You know that.
I've talked to you about me being sober, a lot.
- I-I know now. I know.
- My parents filed... a petition
for legal guardianship of Jill.
We're taking you to court, Bill.
Did you hear me?
- You're taking me to court?
- Yeah. Um...
We all talked it over and we think that...
Jill should come live with us for a while and...
It-it'll be good for you because of everything that's going on
with the kids and-and-and with your finances
it'll give you an opportunity to...
get back on your feet.
- Jill's not going anywhere.
- Well, this'll be good for you, brother.
It's gonna give you some space to find your power again.
- Actually, you know what would be even better for me, Brian,
is if you let me take you to my hairdresser's tomorrow
and we cut all that shit off your head.
- Body hair is healthy.
And you've never loved anything in its organic state. I know.
Maybe by doin' all this, Jill's...
doin' you a favor.
Oh, really? Oh. Hmm.
H-how-how so?
- Well, she's showing you
that contrary to your entire fucking life...
you're actually a wild person, too.
Dogs are like that. They're free.
- What're you talkin' about?
- I'm talkin' about letting go.
You can't control everything.
This...
This is the life you're living
and maybe it's the life you're supposed to be living.
- This is the life that I'm supposed to live?
With my wife in the fucking basement
acting like a dog with shit everywhere?!
This is, this is what it was all supposed to be.
This is part of the big plan!
- There will be mediation.
You should have a lawyer present.
- We're gonna have one, so... - Just get out of my house.
Get the fuck out!
This isn't right.
- I'm sorry.
- We are here to ascertain who can best take care of Jill
in the condition she's currently in.
- This is about what's best for her, Bill.
We love you all very much.
The kids throw food down at her.
They are confused
they're-they're disoriented, they're terrified.
- The kids are adjusting
and, uh, and they love her. And you know that.
Of course. I know that, Bill.
- Okay-
- Look, I-it's apparent
that you cannot do this alone.
Let us share
in this burden together, okay?
- I-I-I have been taking the kids to school.
We've been having dinner together. It's...
It's been an understandable learning curve
but I'm-I'm getting it.
- I'm sorry, Bill. We have to do what's best...
- Okay. I, I know what you all think of me.
And-and I admit, it's true.
I did not do right by Jill before, okay?
But, but, but they're right.
Um, after the first kid
I didn't change one diaper. I didn't...
I-I don't know any of their teachers' names.
Jill knew all that stuff. She knew everything.
She thought it all out for me.
She would leave little crumbs for me, she, she...
She would whisper in my ear at a cocktail party.
If someone was c-coming up to me, she would say, "Malcolm"
or-or whatever so I could say, "Hey, Malcolm."
She, uh, she fed me
she bought my clothes.
Uh, when my dad was still alive
she would be the one to get him gifts from me.
She'd write the tag, "Love, Bill."
Uh, she'd get all the kids gifts, you know?
All of a sudden it would be another one of their birthdays
and... she'd have it taken care of
and she got all your guys' gifts.
She even...
Ah... This is the worst part.
She, uh...
On her birthday or on Christmas
she would pick out her own gift
from me,
wrap it, right the tag, put it under the tree
and on Christmas morning
I would be sittin' there
eggnog, robe on, watchin' everybody open their gifts
and, uh, she would come up and kiss me and...
thank me.
Just kiss me on the cheek and...
thank me for her gift.
"From Bill."
And you know what I would do?
I would fucking...
I would say, "You're welcome."
And, uh, that was the deal. It was a pretty good deal.
- Bill, you could fix something here.
Now, we can do this through the courts
or we can do it right now...
as a family, together.
- If Jill can come
and be with you and the kids
once every two weeks
and later on it could be more.
- Yes. - Right?
- Well, I'm-I'm-I'm without my wife anyway now, you know?
I mean, I'm, I'm basically alone, you know?
- We know that, darling, we know
but we do care about you.
- Bill, you're not alone.
- We are leaving with Jill today.
Now, you, focus on the kids.
Get away! Come back!
One for you.
And then one for you.
Do you want one?
I want to see if I can give you a piggyback ride. Hold on.
- Alright.
Hold on. Ah. Okay.
- Alright, Cindy, teach me. - What do you think?
- Good. - Whoo-hoo!
Hang on tight. Okay, let's not...
Oh, yeah. Do the head shake now.
I don't want you falling off. Don't do...
- Alright. - Alright.
- Oh, yeah. - Thank you.
Thank you. Okay, here, teach me.
- Go.
- Faster. Faster.
- Well, it stopped up all of the bathroom pipes.
This little piece of metal.
- Ah.
- You got it? - Yeah, I got it.
Wait, you... Oh, Geez!
That was a close one.
Did you put my DS in here, Dad?
- Uh, not in this box, but it's in the one with your stuff.
- Yeah.
- Uh...
Okay, what are you guys going to do?
I don't know what...
It's like music to my ears.
- If you leave it down, it gets in my face
and I c-can't play or eat, so...
- 'Cause it gets in your mouth. Alright.
- Mom always puts it in a, puts it in a puff for me.
Okay.
- Alright, uh, then you go take me to the mall
and I'll go pick up Tiff's sheet music
and then you'll pick Cindy up from soccer
and then you'll come get me.
- Go to the mall, then soccer then the mall.
Okay, I got it.
- Dad, do you have a four? - No. Go fish.
- Oh, no! - Oh, man!
- Go fish! Did you get a four? - No.
I think I'm winning. Yeah.
- Yeah, you're... - Okay, you're winning?
I, for sure, am losing.
- Dad, do you have a ten?
Oh!
Yes. Another match.
- Alright. - My turn?
- Yeah, your turn.
- Does anyone have...
- No, you have to ask a specific person.
- Oh, uh, um... - Who do you want?
- Tiffany, Max, Dad? - Tiffany.
- Tiff, are you okay? Is it time for school?
No. It's, it's like, 11:00.
- Oh, my gosh! My alarm didn't go off.
- Dad, it's Saturday. - Oh.
- Max said that, um...
that I should show you my...
Um...
- Hey, hey, hey, it's okay, it's okay. Here, sit.
What is this? Is this your report card?
- Yeah. - For my Tiffany.
Am I lucky a dad to get to see this or what?
- Okay, what is this? - I...
I got all As in everything.
- Even in Spanish? - Yeah.
- Tiff, I am so proud of you.
- Thank you.
- We have to show this to Aunt Beth when she comes tomorrow.
- No, I...
Well, I just wanted you to see it.
- Okay-
- Cool.
- Yeah. Welcome to the new apartment.
It's uh, it's not much, but, um, but we love it.
Oh, yeah, uh, that's for you if you feel like painting.
I wasn't sure if you wanted oil-based or, uh...
Go ahead, kids, say hi.
- It's your mom. - Hi, Mom.
- Hey, Mom.
Uh, okay, so, um, honey
the kids are gonna stay at Beth's tonight.
So, it'll just be the two of us, okay?
- Okay - Ready?
- It's gonna be so much fun. - What are we doing tonight?
- Have fun, guys. - Alright.
Let's play some dice.
See you guys. Thank you.
Okay, Jill, here we are.
You wanna come out and meet some friends?
You Okay?
Okay, -
Okay?
Here we are.
You can go ahead.
Look, look at all the little... friends.
It's okay.
It's okay. You could just...
Here, like this.
Like this.
Woof.
Jill?
Where you goin'?
Where are you goin'?
Jill?
Hi.
What are you doin'?
You wanna get washed? Here.
I can clean you up a little bit.
Okay?
Here you go...
Jesus. Jill, relax, okay?
Hey, it's just water. Okay?
It's okay.
Jill.
It's okay. It's okay. It's okay.
It's okay. It's okay.
No, no. It's okay. It's okay.
Jill. Jill, Jill.
It's okay. It's okay. Listen, you're okay.
I love you. I love you.
You can be whatever you need to be, okay?
Just please don't leave me.
Okay? It's okay. It's okay. It's okay.
It's okay. Just stay.
Just stay here. Just stay.
It's okay.
Stay. Stay.
Okay. It's okay.
It's okay.
I love you no matter what.
You can be whatever you need to be.
And I'm not going anywhere.
Jill. Jill.
It's okay. It's okay. It's okay.
It's okay. It's all okay.
It's alright, honey, you're-you're here now.
It's okay.
It's okay. It's okay.
You stay here with me.
- Don't do it so fast! - Alright, you ready?
- So, it's one, two... - Wait, wait, wait.
- We, we're so good at this. - Okay.
How do you do it?
You-you did it again. Alright.
Come on, let's not do it fast. Alright.
Wait, Wait.
- Oh, do you clap in between? - Yeah.
I've been telling you that the entire time.
- Move, I'm... - Oh, I'm...
Why are your knuckles so hard?
Okay, I know what's in it.
Oh, this is so intense!
That's 'cause we're really, we're really, like,
punching each other or, the, slapping...