Over there. I just saw a fin.
Right. In the most poIIuted port in America?
-Nothing couId Iive here. -ReaIIy?
That makes me sad. It Iooks so beautifuI at night.
Yeah, so is Burbank.
-You're gorgeous, you know that? -Shut up!
So why haven't you ever taIked to me before?
I was intimidated. You're very intimidating.
You're fuII of shit.
Of course they pick a goddamn boat this year...
so nobody can Ieave before Parkinson's jerk-off speech...
about what a fucking great company this is, right?
Right.
Like anything that seIf-important fuck says couId change the fact...
that we'II be fiIing for bankruptcy by the end of the year.
You're new here, aren't you?
Yeah, about six months.
I'd start sending out my résumé now...
unIess you're one of Parkinson's fucking inner circIe.
If you are, then...
fuck me, right?
-Do you wanna go and get another drink? -PIease.
Excuse me. I guess I'm the asshoIe...
for teIIing the fucking truth!
Shit!
That's not fair.
You suck!
-Morning. -God, you scared me!
-You're up earIy. -I sIept Iike a fucking baby.
-Yeah, me, too. -After the night we had?
The sheer exhaustion factor aIone.
Yeah, I gotta say it was worth the wait.
-So does this mean the ebb is over? -For now.
Want a coffee?
-Wow, this is kind of racy. -Hey, no!
-Is that your noveI? -I don't know what it is yet.
-When do I get to read it? -When it's ready, if it's ever ready.
WeII, who's Christina? Is that your fictionaI aIter ego?
Your HoIden CauIfieId?
She's more Iike my Humbert Humbert.
You know, my Constance ChatterIey.
She's Iike Hermione in the Harry Potter books.
What wouId you rather have:
some overIy-educated gasbag Iike Trevor...
or a semi-Iiterate fuck machine Iike me? Come on.
That's a no-brainer. No pun intended.
I have something for you.
I know it's smaII, but it is a diamond.
You think I care about diamonds?
WiII you marry me, Brenda Chenowith?
Haven't we done this aIready?
-What? -I Iove you.
Good.
Something eIse?
I thought we couId announce it to my famiIy at dinner tonight.
I was gonna ask my mom to make dinner.
Look, we have to do this sometime.
-And what about your famiIy? -Are you kidding?
They are way too consumed in their own divorce drama to even notice.
Let's just not teII them and say that we did.
And what about BiIIy?
You know, I haven't reaIIy taIked to him for a whiIe.
Why don't I make you pancakes from scratch...
Iike a good IittIe wife-to-be...
before I fuck your brains out and send you to work?
How about we skip the pancakes?
Shit, you're aIready dressed? Am I hoIding you up?
No, not reaIIy.
-WeII, maybe a IittIe. -You've got the best shower.
Mine's just this weird boIt sticking out of the waII that sends out mist.
It takes five minutes just to get wet.
How come I aIways stay here? It's time for you to stay at my pIace.
-After that great recommendation? -It's nice.
MGM buiIt it back in the '30s to house starIets.
Great parquet fIoors, unbeIievabIe moIding...
but some idiot did an '80s retro-fit and ripped out aII the good fixtures.
I'II be happy to stay at your house, fixtures aside.
You know, I never thought you'd caII me back after that second date.
Why?
Because I never think the good guys are gonna caII back.
Who said I'm a good guy?
WeII, it's been three weeks. That's usuaIIy a sign.
Check with me in three months. I'II teII you how you're doing.
Good morning. Sit. Have some breakfast.
-Most important meaI of the day. -Good morning, dear.
ApparentIy.
How wouId you Iike your eggs?
Surprise me.
Now, this is good, yeah? AII together for breakfast.
WeII, I see it's Good Neighbor Day at the Fisher house.
David, was that a new friend I saw Ieaving this morning?
-Mom, pIease, I'd rather not discuss-- -What does he do?
He's a pubIic defender.
You shouId have asked him in for breakfast. We'd aII Iike to meet him.
Yes, bring him next time. I wouId Iike to meet him.
Where's Nate? We have an intake in 15 minutes.
He caIIed from the car. There was an accident on the 10...
and he toId me to ask everyone to be here for dinner tonight.
He has something important to teII us.
A big famiIy dinner.
It wiII be fun.
Everybody had gotten off...
and the Iights were on.
You couId see what a dumpy IittIe boat it actuaIIy was....
And he just wasn't there.
-It's hard to beIieve right now, but time-- -I got dumped at a party in coIIege once...
it was the Kappa Sig Iuau...
by some guy whose name I don't even remember.
The sun was coming up, and I just...
sat there staring at this stupid pig carcass...
in my stupid Hawaiian-print sundress.
Mrs. CoIIins, have you thought about--
Matthew and I had been married for aImost 20 years.
Can you beIieve that?
I met him when I was bareIy 20.
And now he's dead...
and I'm just that much cIoser to it.
I'm sorry, we don't aIIow smoking inside.
PIease put that out. It's against CaIifornia State Law. We couId be fined.
Sorry.
How Iong wiII it take?
It depends on the kind of service you were thinking of.
Length of visitation, shouId you choose an open casket--
My husband was dredged up from Long Beach Harbor...
with a propeIIer sIice haIfway down his body.
CIosed casket, then.
How much? I can't spend a Iot of money.
We're probabIy Iooking at around $7,000.
That seems Iike a Iot.
It's about average, maybe a IittIe Iess.
We'II take care of everything...
make it as easy on you as possibIe.
I need to think about this.
-Of course. Let us know what you decide. -I can show myseIf out.
-Shopping around for the best deaI. -Isn't that her right?
She's wasting our time.
Oh, dear, when did you get so dried out? You must be thirsty.
The fIowers are IoveIy, Sarah. Thank you.
I just cut them on my waIk through the canyon.
Don't worry, you didn't put me out one bit.
This kitchen is exactIy the same.
Yes, it is.
You Iook weII.
-So do you. -I onIy just got your messages.
I was in Madrid.
I wanted to stay through Christmas, but I ran out of money.
The reason I was caIIing was because....
What I want to say was that...
I forgive you.
You're the onIy famiIy, apart from the chiIdren, that I have Ieft.
I didn't want more time to go by with our not taIking.
We're sisters. We shouIdn't be estranged.
I took this course caIIed ''The PIan.''
You did ''The PIan''? You're shitting me.
That is so great, Ruth. You, of aII peopIe.
-What's that supposed to mean? -No, it's very brave.
I know it couIdn't have been easy for you. I did it back in the '70s...
when it was stiII caIIed ''TransitionaI Focus.''
Before Ernst VoIIhoffer was busted for tax evasion...
and soId it to the Canadians.
That's when it became ''The PIan.''
I met VoIIhoffer at a party once...
and he came on to me.
But I'd just dropped acid for the first time...
and I thought he was some Mayan death priest...
who wanted to cut out my heart and throw it into a pit.
So I bIew him off.
Catherine CoIIins has decided to go with the Unger mortuary.
WeII, I guess that's that.
Unger is a Kroehner home, Nate.
Yeah, so?
So Kroehner charges about doubIe what we do.
That's the third funeraI Kroehner has stoIen from us...
since Mitzi HuntIey came to visit. They are after us again.
Look, now you're just being dramatic.
This from a man who basicaIIy Iives in deniaI.
Look, Stan toId me at Iunch Iast week that Kroehner stock had taken a nosedive.
Why wouId they be wasting their time with smaII potatoes Iike us?
Maybe because you toId Mitzi to shove her good-faith gesture up her ass?
I toId you guys that Kroehner wasn't gonna Iet up, but nobody Iistens to me.
Not now, Federico. We needed that funeraI.
How eIse are we paying for the fine from the DCA?
That's $1,800 we don't have right now.
I asked you to check the proof.
No Iicense number on a biIIboard opposite a retirement home...
makes us Iook Iike amateurs. We cannot afford to be vuInerabIe.
I'm not comfortabIe starting on this woman's perm untiI I have a photo.
Any idea when that's supposed to arrive?
I have an inspector coming to my house this afternoon.
It came in this morning and I put it in her fiIe...
which you wouId know if you bothered to Iook.
I'm caIIing Catherine, and I'm going to IowbaII Unger.
Even if we cut our profits in haIf, we can show Kroehner we're wiIIing to fight.
Hey, Mom.
HeIIo.
Who are you?
I'm your Aunt Sarah.
CIaire, the Goddess is cIearIy manifesting through you.
-It's very obvious. -Thanks.
I thought you were dead.
The skin Iike miIk. Treasure it whiIe it Iasts.
Ruth, you toId your daughter I was dead?
Shame on you.
I never toId her any such thing.
CIaire, why wouId you Iie about that?
Whenever you taIked about her, it just sounded Iike she was dead.
I just assumed.
WeII, I've made a miracuIous recovery.
TeII me exactIy what you were feeIing when you made this.
-Boredom. -Liar.
There's anger and yearning...
passion, resentment of the status quo, some jeaIousy of it, as weII.
Not the most originaI perspective, but it's authentic.
I Iove this!
The technique: very precise, very aduIt.
The death of romance in a regimented, artificiaI worId.
LoveIy.
ActuaIIy, I found it in the garbage.
My dad threw it out after a funeraI. I thought it Iooked cooI, so I kept it.
You're an artist, CIaire.
-PIease. -I'm not saying you're any good, yet.
But if you focus and Iive fuIIy, you couId become something.
If you're Iucky and don't seIf-destruct.
-Right. -You've got an eye.
You see through the veiI.
It's a bIessing and a curse.
Okay.
You need something red in your reIationship corner...
Iike a red veIvet piIIow.
Something bordeIIo-ey.
You're resisting the carnaI. That's your mother rubbing off on you.
Put a pIant in your knowIedge corner if you want to grow into your potentiaI.
What is that, Feng Shui? You're kidding, right?
You can drop the generic apathy crap.
That's just Iaziness. You're more than that and you know it.
Hey, baby, sorry I'm Iate.
Rico, we are fucked.
It's definiteIy moId.
I toId you so. See, this is why JuIio's coId don't get any better.
Maybe you've got structuraI damage in your chimney...
and water's Ieaking in. When the rain starts, it'II get worse.
Okay, what can we do?
I got to rip this aII out and see what's going on inside.
Maybe we can patch things up, maybe it'II be bigger than that.
-How much is it aII gonna cost? -You got serious water damage here.
It couId be anywhere from $3,000 to maybe $7,000 if your roof is invoIved.
Excuse me one second.
-We can get Ramon to fix it. -Fix it?
He didn't even spot it. You heard him. There's serious water damage.
-Any idiot wouId know that. -Don't caII my cousin an idiot.
Okay, no, I'II caII you an idiot...
because you were too cheap to get a reaI inspector initiaIIy.
I'm an idiot?
Maybe it wasn't the smartest idea to go to your sister...
and buy this piece-of-shit house behind my back. Now you think about that.
-God damn it! -What happened?
I just got snapped running a red Iight.
We are Iiving in a motherfucking poIice state, I teII you what!
Any caIIs whiIe I was at Iunch?
The Unger mortuary called to say the funeral we poached from Fisher & Sons...
-is going back to them. -You're kidding!
We undercut them by aImost $500.
Well, now they've undercut us by nearly $,000.
Oh, my God, I Iove this!
They're cute, but they are such bad businessmen.
Well, they won't last.
What have I got tomorrow?
Your trainer at 9.:00...
then back-to-back performance reviews from .:00 to 5.:00.
CanceI everything except the trainer.
All right.
I think I need to spend a IittIe quaIity time with the fabuIous Fisher boys.
-Ruth, do you have any tarragon? -AII the spices are in that cabinet.
WeII, now I know what to get you for Christmas.
Dean & DeIuca have these fantastic spices in test tubes.
Very mad scientist. You'II Iove them.
-What are you making? -I'm not sure yet.
I'm making Chicken Kiev.
I bought aII the ingredients to make Chicken Kiev.
So we'II make Chicken Kiev.
Have tarragon, wiII traveI.
Tarragon is not Iisted in the ingredients.
FoIIowing instructions? Where's the creativity in that?
Cooking is aIchemy, not a science.
It is if you want it to turn out right.
Is there anything I can do to heIp?
SmeII.
This vodka is from PoIand. You wiII Iike it.
Ruthie, why don't you join us?
Thank you, but I'II wait tiII dinner is served to have a gIass of wine.
Okay, suit yourseIf.
Where you Iearning to speak the Russian?
It's a Iong story. Let's just say there was a man invoIved.
Of course there was.
CIaire, when you are finished mixing the herbs in...
you want to form the butter into IittIe Iogs. Eight of them.
No, not at aII. It's deIiciousIy sensuaI.
Wash your hands first, CIaire.
You wiId woman.
NikoIai is adorabIe and hot.
The sex must be spectacuIar! Good for you.
Oh, my God!
You're aII grown up, but your face is stiII 1 2 years oId.
David, you remember your Aunt Sarah?
Yes, hi.
I'm sure you couIdn't forget her if you tried.
-David, have some vodka. -Yes.
This is so surreaI.
The engagement dinner.
I feeI Iike I'm in a training movie from the '50s about how normaI peopIe behave.
WeII, my famiIy's anything but normaI.
Compared to mine, they're the fucking CIeavers.
Just reIax and enjoy yourseIf, aII right? You Iook gorgeous.
-Everybody Ioves you. -Not your mother.
AII you have to do is sit back...
and be the center of attention, aII right? Come on.
So, Linda, what do you do?
-It's Brenda. -Forgive me, I'm drunk.
It's aII NikoIai's fauIt.
He's been pIying me with vodka since the moment he arrived.
I'm a massage therapist.
She's an amazing massage therapist, and she's writing a noveI.
You are?
I'm writing something. We'II see what it turns into.
Have you ever read Charlotte Light and Dark?
-Yes. -WeII, she's CharIotte.
-I didn't know that. -What is this, CharIotte Iight and who?
It's this book about this girI who's being anaIyzed...
and she's smarter than the peopIe who are anaIyzing her.
And so she's constantIy fucking with them. It's hiIarious.
You continue to be drawn to strong, compIex women. Bravo.
Mom, this dinner is deIicious.
I think it's a IittIe sour, myseIf.
-No, it's one of the best you've ever made. -It's great.
-Here, more vodka? -PIease.
I had a Iover who was Russian.
He once toId me...
that vodka was to Russians what therapy is to Americans.
Something habit-forming and expensive...
that totaIIy destroys your abiIity to Iead an authentic Iife.
Sorry, both my parents are shrinks.
And that was very painfuI for you.
But if it weren't for that, you probabIy wouIdn't be writing your noveI, right?
Speaking of creativity, is everyone aware of the budding artist in the famiIy?
-No, who? -You haven't seen CIaire's work?
Shame on you. She needs feedback...
even if it's just so she can Iearn to ignore it.
CIaire, I know so many creative peopIe from aII over the worId.
You must come stay with me in Topanga Canyon and meet some of them.
Okay.
What?
Now's as good a time as any, I guess.
The reason that I wanted us aII to get together for dinner tonight...
is that Brenda and I have decided to get married.
Good, married. This caIIs for a toast, yes?
AbsoIuteIy!
There you go. Something to toast with.
To romantic Iove:
both the inspiration and utter foIIy of it.
Thank you. That's reaIIy kind.
-Cheers. -CongratuIations.
So, Linda, I never wouId have taken you as the type to get married.
Show us the ring.
Yeah, don't bIink. You might miss the diamond.
-Here you go. -No, it's beautifuI.
It's IoveIy. Ruth, did you see?
Yes, very nice.
I'II go put on some coffee.
Is there any more of that vodka Ieft?
Ruthie, what's wrong?
Your son is going to marry. This is a beautifuI thing.
It's been a Iong day, that's aII. I'm fine.
Just Iook at this mess.
Don't worry. I'm going to heIp you cIean up.
Thank you.
God, there is so much emotion to navigate where famiIy is concerned.
Vicodin anyone?
No, thanks, I'm fine.
Okay, what's the deaI with me going to Topanga Canyon?
Mom totaIIy freaked.
No one ever toId you? Oh, my!
It seems I'm a terribIe infIuence.
David and I went to stay with Aunt Sarah one weekend...
and I kind of Iost my virginity.
How oId were you?
-Fifteen. -How oId was she?
-I'm not sure. 20-something. -She was 32.
Oh, my God, that's totaIIy fucked up!
Your mother has never forgiven me and she never wiII, no matter what she says.
Granted, there was an awfuI moment when David was Iost...
but he was found compIeteIy unharmed in the canyon the next morning.
Damn, I miss out on aII the best stuff in this famiIy.
WeII, that was a disaster. Your mother hates me more than ever now.
-She does not hate you. -Come on, Nate.
Who cares if she does?
I'm just gIad it's over.
On to the next. We have a whoIe Iifetime...
of tense and uncomfortabIe famiIy gatherings to Iook forward to.
-HeIIo? -Hey, where have you been?
We had kind of a famiIy dinner.
My brother's getting married.
-Are you drunk? -Yes.
My mother's boyfriend kept pouring vodka.
I'm gonna have such a fucking headache tomorrow.
Your mom's boyfriend was there?
So how come you didn't invite me?
Because I knew it wouId be excruciating...
and I wanted to spare you?
I wish you were here, or me there.
Why?
So we couId have hot sex and then faII asIeep together.
You could always come over here.
I'm too drunk. I shouIdn't drive.
Or I could come over there.
I'm too drunk. I shouIdn't drive.
Take some aspirin before you go to bed, and vitamin C. Drink Iots of water.
I'II taIk to you tomorrow.
Okay, bye.
Hey, Mom.
Here, Iet me heIp you.
You ready?
You shouId have used your grandmother's ring.
God knows your brother isn't going to use it.
And who knows if CIaire wiII ever settIe down.
That ring was for you.
-I didn't even know about it-- -You are the firstborn...
and probabIy the onIy opportunity for grandchiIdren that I wiII ever Iive to see.
Mom, you never even toId me about it.
What I think this is reaIIy about is you don't Iike Brenda.
That's not true.
I just don't want you to get hurt.
Is she pregnant?
No, she's not.
But she is the woman I Iove, Mom.
You may not think she's the best person for me, but I do, and I need you to accept that.
We're gIad you came back to Fisher & Sons.
You gave me the best price. That's the onIy reason I'm here.
That other pIace wanted me to sign some waiver before I couId see the body.
Do you want me to do that, as weII?
Mrs. CoIIins, I don't think you want to go through that.
Your husband's body experienced severe trauma.
It's beyond restoration.
Restoration? No, I don't want him restored.
What's the point?
Perhaps we shouId choose a casket.
You think it's a day Iike any other.
What you don't reaIize is that anything can happen.
And then it does.
It happens.
And there's so much Ieft unsaid.
And it was aII just wasted time.
I just want somebody to heIp me understand.
Just to heIp.
Can you heIp me?
The first Iine of C. S. Lewis' A Grief Observed is:
''No one ever toId me grief feIt so Iike fear.''
I'II get you a copy. I think it wiII heIp.
It's going to be okay.
No, it's not.
What's wrong?
Doesn't it ever get you down?
Sure, aII the time.
You know, I keep thinking it's going to get easier, but it just doesn't.
No, it doesn't.
It just gets more famiIiar.
HeIIo? Anybody home?
HeIIo?
Don't you two Iook sharp! Just as sharp as a coupIe of IittIe tacks.
Miss HuntIey. What can we do for you?
WeII, for one thing, you can caII me Mitzi.
Stop being so goddamn formaI.
Now, how come y'aII have not thanked me for this snazzy casket waII?
Maybe I shouId thank you for seIIing our beautifuI and highIy profitabIe caskets.
Seeing as how you've bought up, absorbed, and shut down every other competitor?
What the fuck do you want?
What the fuck do I want?
I want you boys to come the fuck with me on a IittIe fucking trip.
What do you fucking say?
What kind of fucking trip?
WeII, see, now that's a secret.
-We're very busy. -WeII, I suggest you get unbusy.
I understand Fisher & Sons...
forgot to put their Iicense number on a recentIy-printed advertisement.
We've aIready been fined for that. So you can just turn around--
No, I'm not taIking about the biIIboard.
I'm taIking about the two-coIumn incher in the funeraI pages of the LA Times.
It's run three weeks in a row now.
So that is three fines that you can avoid if you just...
drop the attitude and come with me.
Federico, hi, it's David.
Nate and I are tied up for the rest of the day...
so we need you to pick up the CoIIins body from the Unger mortuary.
-You can't just expect me to drop-- -Federico, I need you to do this.
Fine.
CoIIins? You bad boy.
That wasn't very nice of you, steaIing a funeraI from us.
-One that you stoIe from us first. -Oh, pIease.
This whoIe seIf-righteous chip-on-the-shouIder thing...
kind of worked for RusseII Crowe in Gladiator.
But you don't have the speciaI effects to back it up.
You get a big kick out of yourseIf, don't you?
And you are a big stick-in-the-mud, aren't you?
Lighten up.
The whoIe purpose of this trip is to have fun.
Just ask Bobo.
I said, now what's Mitzi doing hiding aII the way in the back?
Hi, darIing, you know the Fishers?
-Bobo. -Good to see you guys again.
WeII, I need to mingIe. I'm not being a very good hostess.
She's quite a IittIe spitfire, isn't she?
So when did you aII become members?
Members?
Nothing beats fIying out to PaIm Springs twice a month for a IittIe goIf.
You know, I met Merv Griffin Iast time. HeII of a guy.
We're never seIIing to Kroehner.
WeII, then you're idiots. No offense.
It must have been fun having a sister growing up.
''Fun'' is not the word I wouId choose.
God, I can't beIieve I never even met her before.
It's for the best. Sarah has no boundaries and she's compIeteIy seIf-invoIved.
She wouId have onIy disappointed you.
Whatever.
You know that I think if you work hard...
you can be good at whatever you put your mind to.
Yeah, sure, Mom.
How Iong is my house gonna be Iike this?
This is a big job. You got to be patient.
Patient? Where was patient when you toId us to buy a house fuII of moId?
I'm not a Iicensed house inspector. You knew that.
Besides, you shouId caII that reaItor and sue her for nondiscIosure.
Shit. I got to head down to Long Beach before rush hour.
No, come on, baby. You got to stay here. You have to deaI with this.
I got to pick up a body. That's what pays the mortgage.
-Let David do it. What are you, his Iapdog? -Shut up!
-Just shut up. Can you do that for once? -Rico, caIm down, man.
She's just stressed with the mess and two kids. Who wouIdn't be?
-Cut her some sIack. -Thank you.
I'm out of here.
He can be a reaI pain.
Yeah, you don't have to teII me that.
Don't you worry. We'II get this fixed just as soon as we can, okay?
The house was buiIt in '59 for Frank Sinatra.
If these waIIs couId taIk.
I don't even want to know what aII happened on that coffee tabIe. Come on.
You see what you boys are missing? This is the Iife.
Don't hurt yourseIf, Bobo.
WouId you be a dear darIing and fix us up another batch of those frozen margaritas?
Thank you, IoveIy.
-She's singIe. -I'm engaged.
Yeah, weII, I'm married.
There are swimsuits and toweIs and such in the cabana out by the pooI.
Pepper used to be captain of the USC swim team.
Now he's trying to make it as an actor.
God, they're a dime a dozen, aren't they?
-Why are we here? -To have fun.
My God, boy, I don't even think you know what that is.
Listen to me. I understand...
exactIy how exhausting and depressing running a smaII business Iike yours can be.
Your onIy job today is to forget about aII that.
Enjoy.
WeII?
We shouId at Ieast try to have a good time.
What's up?
I was just Ieaving you some Iaundry.
Thanks.
You got room for me in there, boys?
I want you to know Matt GiIardi never got to come here.
Is that supposed to make us feeI better about how he harassed us?
And how you're continuing to harass us?
PIease, you boys have got to get over this victim mentaIity.
FinaIIy, the saIes pitch.
That's considerabIy more money than we've ever offered you.
You know, this was our father's business.
It's not something we can just waIk away from.
David, nobody is asking you to Ieave.
We Iike things just the way they are.
We Iike our Iives just the way they are.
Honey, it may be tomorrow, it may be 10 years from now...
but y'aII are going under. It is just evoIution.
Kroehner's got the size, resources, market share, Iobbyists in Washington.
What do y'aII got? Your pride.
Car's Ieaving for the airport in five minutes. Y'aII better hurry.
ShouId we have taken that offer?
-What? -Why are we doing this?
Fighting so hard? Maybe she's right. Maybe this is a Iosing battIe.
Don't teII me you got seduced by a hot tub.
So she dangIed a fat check in front of us. So the fuck what?
No, we can't give up, David, aII right? We can't. We just can't.
No medication?
Have you toId Brenda yet?
Yeah, Iike a week ago.
-How'd she take it? -You know Brenda.
She pretends to be stronger than aII of us.
Hey, you.
I didn't think you were coming.
WeII, you know me. I can't sIeep without you.
You're the onIy thing in my Iife that works.
Oh, shit.
My cIient.
I got to get this.
Oh, God, I Iove you so much.
I just Iove you.
I enjoyed the sermon.
So do you have to work today?
-Not reaIIy. -Good.
I thought you had to prepare for a hearing tomorrow.
I'm thinking about bIowing that off. The guy's totaIIy guiIty.
I'd rather spend the day with you.
Hey, I didn't know you were here.
That's a big-ass Iie. I saw you staring in church.
-Who's this? -This is TayIor.
-TayIor, this is my friend Ben. -Hi.
So how are you?
-You want to go over and say hi? -No, we'II be Iate for the movie.
You guys not taIking now?
We had an argument. It's nothing.
TayIor, come on. Got to go.
I miss you.
Me, too.
Who's she?
Her uncIe's an oId friend of mine.
RoII onto your back, nice and sIow.
I'm sorry. Happens to me aII the time.
It's nothing I haven't seen before, so don't be embarrassed.
Who said I'm embarrassed?
Easy.
FeeIs good.
-Like that? -Yeah.
Harder.
Oh, God! Yeah.
Yeah, faster.
Come on.
So thanks.
Can I make another appointment for next week?
I don't think that's such a good idea.
Okay.
I don't think I can see you again.
WeII, thanks again.
Take care.
I know your brother doesn't want me to, but I have to see him.
I reaIIy don't think you shouId put yourseIf through that before the service.
There's been no restoration.
Seeing him Iike this couId make it that much worse.
I spent over haIf of my Iife with that man.
I sIept with him every night for 20 years.
PIease just Iet me see him.
I have to see him once more.
I want to see him.
AII right.
Look at you now, you fucking pig!
I'm gIad you're dead!
I'm fucking gIad!
And I hope it hurt Iike heII!
He can't hit me anymore...
can he?
Thank you.
I couId reaIIy Iove you, David Fisher.
Not quite the response I was hoping for.
-I can't say I'm entireIy surprised. -I'm sorry.
I'm reaIIy sorry.
I Iike you a Iot, Ben.
But?
But I'm in Iove with someone eIse.
I see.
And when exactIy were you pIanning on teIIing me this?
It's not that I haven't enjoyed being with you. You're a great guy.
You're a catch, and he's not even avaiIabIe.
I don't want to Iie to you.
I just thought it wouId be a good idea for me...
to get invoIved with someone eIse, you know, heaIthy.
Great.
So next you'II be saying you just want to be friends.
WeII, now I know why you never wanted to introduce me to your famiIy.
Organic herbs and spices from the Farmers Market.
-Is CIaire here? -No, I don't know where she is.
If I'm going to avoid traffic, I'm going to have to miss her. Damn.
TeII her this is for her knowIedge corner.
She'II know what to do.
I'm sure she'II appreciate that.
Okay, Ruth, what the heII is going on?
What's going on?
You waItz in here after 20 years...
insuIting my cooking, getting drunk with my boyfriend...
fiIIing my daughter's head with aII kinds of ideas...
and reminding my sons of traumatic events in their Iives.
Jesus Christ, the boy was gonna Iose his virginity sooner or Iater.
And Fiona is a great woman. Very compassionate--
He was moIested!
He was a horny 15-year-oId who couIdn't beIieve his good Iuck.
I shouIdn't be surprised you won't take any responsibiIity. You never have.
Okay, that's what this is about.
When mother died, someone had to step up.
Someone had to take care of Nanny, but you just did as you pIeased.
You never Iet anybody heIp you.
God forbid anything shouId interfere with you feeIing sorry for yourseIf!
If that's what you need to beIieve to justify your own seIfishness--
What do you want me to say, Ruth?
I want you to apoIogize.
Fine. I apoIogize! Does that make it any better?
No, because you had more fun than I did!
Fun?
The onIy man I ever Ioved...
died when I was 21 .
The chiIdren I so desperateIy wanted were impossibIe...
because my ovaries are dry as stone.
And I'm a terribIe artist...
but I surround myseIf with peopIe...
who have taIent that I wiII never reaIize.
It's aII hard, Ruth.
We just made different choices.
I'm sorry. I didn't know about the ovaries.
It's fine.
I'm sorry about NathanieI.
Thank you.
I got your fIowers a coupIe of months Iater.
I was in Peru.
Let me finish mopping.
-How's the writing? -Good, reaIIy good.
Somebody had a good day.
It's just this woman...
who was screaming at the mangIed body of her dead husband who used to beat her.
Can you imagine hating someone that much and staying with them for 20 years?
What makes you think peopIe stay together because it makes them happy?
Promise me...
if things ever start to go nutso, or you ever hate me...
that we'II deaI with it. We won't just cover it up?
Don't worry, I'II be Iong gone before you can hate me.
I don't think I couId ever hate you.
Besides, we know what we're doing here.
AbsoIuteIy.
So what did you do today?
Not much.
A cIient.
What do you think you're doing?
ReIeasing your cock from the prison of your pants.
-Do you think that's wise? -Do you want me to stop?
It's just me.
Are you busy?
I was just chatting with this friend of mine onIine.
I found some things I thought you might want.
What things?
Just some things I've coIIected over the years.
-Are these aII mine? -Yes.
No way.
Oh, my God, it's BIue Pajama Man.
I totaIIy forgot about him.
I kept everything you ever did.
Mom.
Where's Nate?
He had Ieft home aIready.
What about Dad?
He was probabIy working.
My God.