It's incredible news.
Karen Klimsky...
...said maybe.
-She said maybe? -Amazing, huh?
She said maybe she'd go out with you?
She definitely said maybe.
Well, so when will you know for sure?
Very soon.
Look, Will,
not to throw water on this or anything...
Will...
What are you playing games for?
I mean, that girl, uh, Donna what's-her-name...
-Sheingold. -Yeah!
If she's actually interested in you...
I mean, she practically follows you around the cafeteria at lunch.
Have you ever seen that show Let's Make a Deal, Bay?
-Yeah. -Okay.
Donna Sheingold is like that box
Carol Merrill is standing next to.
Karen Klimsky is the big deal of the day.
Take the box, Will.
Oh, that's... That's very funny coming from you.
I mean, not to be insensitive, but talk about waiting around
for something that's not likely to happen.
-It's been like a month, Bay. -Yeah.
So? You never know.
Well, come on. At least talk to another girl.
-Look, Will, just mind your own-- - Guess who.
What?
Oh, come on. Don't tell me you forgot already.
-Kate! -I knew you'd remember.
Hey, Will.
Oh!
What... what are you doing?
I can't believe I pulled this off.
I was dying to call you, but I wanted it to be a surprise.
See, they canceled classes for two days for this conference thing.
Anyway, all I could think about for a whole week was seeing the look on your face.
I missed you.
♪ Everybody wants to live ♪
♪ Like they wanna live ♪
♪ And everybody wants to love ♪
♪ Like they wanna love ♪
♪ Everybody wants to be ♪
♪ Closer to free ♪
♪ Everybody wants to live ♪
♪ Like they wanna live ♪
♪ Everybody wants to love ♪
♪ Like they wanna love ♪
♪ Everybody wants to be ♪
♪ Closer to free ♪
But Charlie, I don't know how to ski.
That's why they have things called lessons.
Look at this.
You can take a horse-drawn carriage ride right into town.
What about the kids? Are we taking them?
You're kidding, right?
We can't just leave Owen and Claudia.
Why not?
Bill's here during the day.
And Bailey, he's 16. He can handle it for four days.
And if there is a problem, which there won't be,
I'm sure that Jill will be happy to be on-call 24 hours.
Anything else, Miss Positive?
We're gonna do this right, too...
Rent a huge place with a roaring fire.
We'll go skiing all day, and then we'll go out dancing at night.
Oh, Charlie, it sounds incredible, but...
-What? -It's just...
Oh, it's so much money.
So what? I have $15,000 sitting in my pocket.
I'll be damned if I'm gonna just put it in some bank.
If I'm never gonna be a rich businessman,
at least I'm gonna have some fun.
I'm gonna live a little.
Okay.
And I don't want to hear about it from any of them.
No one else has a say anymore. Just you and me.
My money, my life, my decision.
We're going.
See you tomorrow. Study. Be smart.
-Julia! -Hmm?
You got a minute?
I've, uh, I've got some news for you.
News?
You know that wonderful short story you wrote,
-The Children's Room? -Mmm-hmm.
Well, this is very exciting.
Every year, SF Magazine sponsors
-a fiction writing contest. -Oh.
No.
-Oh, no, what? -I, um...
I don't want to be entered in any fiction writing contest, Mr. McCoolgen.
Actually, I'd really,
really, really like to be withdrawn from consideration.
Hmm. Well, it's a little late for that.
You already won.
Oh, God.
What's the matter?
Nothing. I just, uh...
I'm a little overwhelmed.
It's an incredible honor.
You've no idea.
What exactly do you win?
Well, there's a cash prize of $1000, I believe,
and a presentation of some sort.
But the best part, the best part is...
Please don't say it.
They publish your story in the magazine.
Julia?
Shoot me.
Go ahead and, and shoot me right now.
Does it come with a Jacuzzi?
I see. Well, we definitely want one.
How much extra is the Jacuzzi?
And how long can you keep that reservation?
Great. I'll call back to confirm.
Thanks a lot.
So, how did it go?
Mallomars, Charlie.
I told you to get Mallomars.
Imitation brands suck.
Well, how many?
A lot.
How many is a lot?
A couple...
A few.
Some.
Six.
Six?
Six? Six cavities?
That's, like, 25 percent of your teeth, Claud.
You eat way too much sugar. That's the problem.
I do not.
Yes, you do.
Why don't you have a nice piece of fruit when you come home from school?
-Why don't you get a haircut? -I'm serious, Claud.
When was the last time you had a vegetable?
When was the last time you put down the toilet seat?
Okay, that is it.
I'm getting rid of the sugar cereals.
What?
We'll get some of that sugar-free granola stuff,
and you can have some raisins and maybe an orange juice bar
when you come home from school.
Wait a sec.
Raisins?
Raisins? Is that a joke?
Do you see me laughing?
Six cavities is completely insane. At this rate,
you're gonna have enough silver in your head to set off the alarms at the airport.
Yeah, okay. Fine. Savor it.
It's the last one you're getting for a long time.
So, like, what exactly were you writing to her all this time?
I don't know.
I told her about all the stuff I did with Jill,
only I said I did it with you.
You told her you and I slept together?
Very funny.
Oh, God. What if she can tell?
Don't take this the wrong way, Bay, but having sex
hasn't, like, changed you so that you'd notice.
Yeah, I know, but it would totally wreck her. I mean...
And it's not even like I'm still with her. I mean, if we...
...if we were still together...
-You and Jill? -Right.
Then I'd have to tell her.
-Tell Kate? -Right.
But we're not together.
-You and Jill? -Yes!
-Try and keep up, would you? -Look,
it's not so easy. I mean, are you and Kate still together?
I know she's assuming it, but are you?
I loved Kate.
Past tense?
Huh? I said, I love her.
No, you didn't. You said, "I loved--"
Look, shut up.
I don't know, maybe...
Maybe it took being with someone like Jill
to make me appreciate being with someone like her.
Like Kate?
Yeah.
She's great, isn't she? Kate?
She's great.
Hey, man, you seen a pair of skis anywhere?
Uh, don't think so.
Hey, Charlie, you got a sec?
I know they're back here somewhere. Aha!
Claudia's. Damn.
Uh, the landlord just hiked up my rent.
Really? Bummer.
Want to help me with this stuff?
Yeah, and I'm kind of stretched tight as it is,
you know, financially speaking.
So you're going to look for a new place?
Well, actually, I'd like to talk to you about a raise.
A raise.
Huh.
Yeah, I was thinking maybe $50 a week.
Fifty, huh?
Uh, the thing is, Bill...
The thing is, when you were hired,
we agreed to the salary that you're making now,
which is $150 more a month than the last nanny we had.
Not that you're not worth it. I mean, you are, you're great.
Owen loves you. We love you.
Um, but the agreement was every six months, you'd get a bump.
Yeah, and it's only been three months.
Right, I know.
It's just this rent thing.
I'd just rather not start messing around
with the understanding we have, you know?
Hey, you.
Need some help with that?
I'll take over from here. You relax.
You okay?
Is there something you want?
Of course not. I just thought I'd help you out. I mean,
-that's what people do when they love each other, right? - -Dinner!
Right, so why are you doing this for me?
You're great.
Hey, you.
Oh, I heard that Bach you were playing. It sounded great!
- Thanks. - Dinner!
I just, I think very highly of you,
and I thought you should know that.
And if anyone ever tells you that I don't--
Why would someone tell me that?
No...
No reason.
-Are you joining us? -Of course!
Family dinner, you bet. Listen, Charlie, um...
I was just wondering...
Do you happen to know what the phrase "dramatic license" means?
Broccoli. Blech.
I don't like it. You know I don't like it. I never liked it.
Try it again. Maybe you'll like it this time.
What's that supposed to mean?
Parents say that to kids all the time, and...
It doesn't make any sense.
Why would I suddenly like something I've hated my whole life?
Did you prepare it so it wouldn't taste like broccoli?
Are you some kind of cooking genius?
Has my taste changed overnight?
I don't think so.
We'll sit here until you've finished eating the broccoli.
I can't believe you would throw away everything we have
over a stupid plate of vegetables.
I hate you now. You know that.
I'll probably hate you forever.
Eat.
Don't you dare.
What are you gonna do? Tackle me?
Throw me into the ground? Lock me in my room?
Claudia, for God's sakes.
I mean it. I'm warning you.
I'm done with dinner.
Okay, that's it.
No more TV. The set is not going on, not for a single second
for the rest of the month.
You lose, Claud.
Something's different.
You.
Me?
I'm different?
You kiss differently.
Uh-uh.
Yes, you do.
-No, I don't. -Yes, you do.
I do not, Kate.
Okay, okay, you don't.
It's okay if you do, though.
I mean, if you kissed someone else while I was gone.
I mean, three months is a long time.
Why? Did you...
Kiss someone?
Kyle Engstrom.
He took me to see Pulp Fiction, and...
We kissed outside my dorm.
Kissed or made out?
Kissed. One kiss.
-Tongues? -No.
Well, maybe he did a little.
It was just that one time. We're not seeing each other or anything.
What are you doing?
Kate, are you trying to make me jealous?
Is that what you're doing?
I'm, uh...
Looking for signs that we're okay,
'cause, I don't know,
it just feels like we're 10 degrees off or something.
Doesn't it feel that way to you?
No.
Are we okay, Bailey?
'Cause your letters, they...
Started out like conversations, and...
They ended up like you were writing to your aunt in Cleveland.
And lots of times on the phone, you had to go.
And your eyes...
They seem... Are you sad about something?
Ten degrees off, huh?
We can fix that.
I'm sorry your family isn't here for the presentation.
Oh, yeah, well, you know... They're very busy people.
I understand. I mean, I know they love me.
At least, they have up until now.
You know, I just got the impression on the phone this morning--
Julia!
What are you guys doing here?
-Are you kidding me? -Why didn't you say something?
Do we have to get a phone call from the magazine?
Oh, you know how private I am.
Jule, this is great.
-I mean, this, this is great. -Hmm.
Oh, um, well, I guess I should introduce you guys.
This is Carolyn Prousky.
She's the editor of the magazine. And this is my brother, Charlie, and this is Kirsten Bennett.
I guess you guys spoke.
This is your oldest brother?
Why?
Well, I guess I should keep my distance, huh,
I mean, if I know what's good for me.
-What? -N...nothing.
Well, it's like Reg...
...stepped right off the page and walked right into the room.
Reg?
Reg. Did you...
-Did you write about me? -Well...
You mean you haven't read the story yet?
Well, I guess Julia thought that she would surprise you.
No kidding.
Well, here. Take a look for yourself.
I have to, uh, start the proceedings.
Would you excuse me, please?
Charlie, don't.
Why not? This is so exciting.
Well, I'm embarrassed. Come on.
Uh, please, give it back. I mean it.
No way. Reg, huh? Listen to this:
"A three-day growth of beard,
a paint-stained shirt, rough hands, they all worked for him.
It was as if he did not need words to speak to women."
Wow. That is very well written.
-You're welcome. -Hey.
You'll just be impossible to live with if you read any more.
-They sound amazing. -Don't they?
Will and I heard them at this club in Berkeley.
They don't even have an album out yet.
This is a bootleg, from one of their concerts.
They sound just like this band from NYU,
that plays weekends at this club I go to in the city sometimes.
Really?
Know what we've got to do?
We've definitely got to do this.
You tell Charlie that you've got to come east to look at colleges.
We save up money,
don't ask me how. Well, you take off a Friday and a Monday,
and we spend an entire weekend in New York.
That sounds good.
Oh, God, I gotta go.
I promised my Dad.
-Tonight? -Uh-huh.
I knew this would happen.
I mean...
I really hoped it would happen.
You seem much more like yourself today.
I was actually afraid to...
Come back and see you.
That's silly, huh?
Kate...
Tonight.
Why bother waiting until we hit the slopes?
Why don't I just hurl myself off the front porch and break my leg now?
-Kate! Hi! -Hi.
-It's good to see you. -It's good to see you too.
You're not leaving right this sec?
Yeah. Dinner at Square One with my dad and my stepmom.
But Bailey and I are gonna meet up later if you guys want to come.
Okay, 'cause I'm just gonna be so late.
Okay, see ya. Nice to have her back, huh?
Where's Owen?
Bill took him with him down to the...
Department of Housing or something.
He had to see if this rent hike of his was legal.
Well, my landlord in Berkeley
was always pulling stuff like that.
He's only asking for 50 bucks a week, Charlie.
I mean, that's nothing.
It's not nothing.
It's $2400 a year, which is diapers and groceries,
and violin lessons, and your car insurance and...
Look, I don't need to explain this to you.
Bill and I agreed he'd get a raise every six months.
It hasn't been six months. When it is, he'll get one. That was the deal.
Say, Kirsten,
just out of curiosity, how much are, uh...
How much are lift tickets these days?
What? Uh...
I don't know. Well...
Forty bucks?
Which means that, uh, that between a hotel room
and ski boots and what it costs to get hauled up a stupid mountain, you two
are gonna blow enough money in four days
to pay for three months of Bill.
That's right. We're gonna blow my money.
You know, Charlie, we don't have to.
-I mean, go skiing. -We are going skiing.
This is my money, Bailey,
not your money, not the family's money.
Money I earned walking away from a job
that none of you wanted me to take.
And I can spend it any way I damn well please without having to answer to you.
Julia!
-Julia. -God, do you mind?
Where did you find that?
Not the issue.
"Watching her play sometimes, it seemed that she was
less a little girl than a machine."
I can definitely explain.
"Hour upon hour, she would practice,
not moving, the music repeating again and again without variation,
without a hint that a human heart beat inside the body
that moved the bow that touched her strings"?
First of all, that's way overwritten.
Claud, this isn't even about you. I mean...
Well, I changed lots of things.
This, this girl doesn't even play the violin.
No. The viola!
Wow, you'd have to be Sherlock Holmes to figure that one out.
What the hell's going on?
Claud, it's just a story. I mean, it really isn't meant to be you.
You wrote about Claudia?
I was publicly humiliated in a regional magazine.
Oh, very funny.
Let's see who's laughing after you read page 134.
Bailey, don't.
I want a public retraction.
What?
I can explain.
"Sex drive with legs"?
He moved through life as if the only thought
that coursed through his brain was, 'do it.
Do it, find someone and finally do it.'"
Wow, is that overwritten.
Bailey, this really doesn't mean anything. I mean, you take
one little character thing and you blow it up,
you know, out of proportion, to make a good story.
I mean, this is...
Not how I feel about you guys, and I really,
a lot, respect you, and you've gotta promise me not to tell Charlie.
Charlie's in here too?
Please, don't tell him.
For a price.
What do you think you're doing?
Watching A Song to Remember.
Apparently, you didn't understand what I said last night.
Claudia, shut off the damn TV.
This is practically my favorite movie, and it's, like, never on.
Well, you should have thought of that
before you didn't eat your broccoli last night.
I don't care. I'm watching it.
You listen to me, and you listen good.
You do not make the rules around here. I do.
We've read about civil disobedience in school,
about oppressed people standing up to tyrants.
I am not a tyrant, and you are not oppressed.
I am an adult...
...and you are 12 years old. I'm allowed to tell you what to eat,
and what to watch on TV, and when to go to bed!
That's it.
Claudia, go to your tent.
Let's see...
Uh, regular coffee, please.
Hey, there. Guess who.
Hey, K...
Jill.
Good guess.
Say something.
Anything.
What do you want me to say, Jill?
I guess you're still mad at me.
Really?
You think so? I don't know.
I've only spent the last month thinking that you were maybe...
In a ditch somewhere.
I thought you were dead.
No, not dead.
I spent about a week just...
Going around in circles--
Gilroy, Fresno, Monterey...
Just hitching rides anywhere,
because these truckers, lots of them,
they take stuff to stay awake on the road.
They'd give me some.
They'd buy me hamburgers, and they'd let me crash in the back.
I hitched this ride with this one guy who was, uh...
...driving artichokes down to San Diego,
and somewhere around Santa Barbara,
he put his hand on my leg.
Hardly even noticed at first.
I was just thinking,
"Maybe he'll give me some money
so I can buy some stuff, some speed, when I get down to LA."
And then his hand started moving up my thigh,
and I was just, looking at it,
thinking...
"Why can't I feel this?"
Suddenly, I knew...
If I made it down there, I'd never come back.
I'd never see you again.
That scared me, Bailey.
It scared me so bad that...
I ditched this guy at the next truck stop,
and I ran across the highway, and I hitched a ride back home.
I am three weeks into a rehab program at my Mom's hospital.
I'm clean.
I didn't want to see you till I could say that.
Hi! How's it going?
Say something.
I'm glad you're okay.
That's it?
Bailey...
I got to go.
What?
I got to go.
I swear I am going to kill her.
Inhale...
Exhale.
Attaboy.
I'm just going to tiptoe downstairs
and put poison in her Corn Puffs.
Hey.
I just remembered, I'm supposed to watch that penguin special
on the Discovery Channel.
How about knocking, huh?
So you're gonna have to put the TV back in.
No go, Claudia.
It's for school.
Forget it, Claudia. When I say no, I mean no.
And since you seem to have trouble understanding this concept,
maybe you'll understand this one: you are grounded.
-What? -For the next week, you're not leaving this house
for anything except for school and violin lessons. That's it.
No going to Artie's house,
no hanging out at Salinger's, no Saturday matinees... You're not going anywhere.
I'm getting an ulcer.
Oh, I ran into Jennifer Mitchell on Polk.
You didn't tell me she and Peter broke up.
Oh, I didn't? Yeah, I guess they did.
She seems really bummed.
And she asked me if she gained weight...
And she did gain weight, and I said no,
but, man, she was, like...
Oh, God, they were together forever.
Are you listening?
Yeah. Sure I am.
You jiggled your leg through the whole movie.
Yeah, well, it was stupid.
I mean, nothing ever happens like that.
Like, all their problems are solved
because their eyes meet across some subway platform.
That's supposed to be realistic? Come on.
So who's that girl?
What girl?
That girl, the one in the coffee house.
The blond one, the one you were talking to?
Oh, you mean Jill.
She's just... She's just a girl.
You guys have a class together or something?
Yeah.
What flavor did you get?
Hmm.
When you're done with Bailey's closet,
I'd like to have my CDs alphabetized.
Now, would you like those all together,
or separated according to type of music?
Oh, hey, that's a nice idea. Do that.
And, uh, could you scrub these clean
with a washcloth and a little soap?
You want me to clean your sneakers by hand?
You hate clean sneakers.
Not anymore.
Claudia, I said I was sorry. I said it over and over. Isn't that enough?
No.
Oh, and, uh...
Thurber pooped a couple times on the lawn.
I wouldn't say anything, but since it's rained, it's...
Getting kind of gross.
Uh, Owen's down for the count.
I'm gonna take off, if that's okay.
Sure.
-Uh, Bill? -Hmm?
We were playing cowboys and Indi... Uh, Native Americans.
Politically correct, but doesn't have the same ring to it, does it?
So, uh, whatever happened to that rent hike, huh?
Oh, yeah, that. Uh...
Nothing to be done. It's...
It's not a rent-controlled building.
So basically, I'm screwed.
Anyway, forget it. It's not your problem.
I'll see you in the morning, huh?
Hey, man, wait a second.
Uh, you need a raise, you got it.
What?
Really? Because when I talked to Charlie--
We all know how lucky we are to have you,
and it would be really stupid for us to lose you
over a lousy 50 bucks a week, right? So...
Wow, man, that's, that's great.
Thanks a lot. That really helps.
You don't know how much that helps.
See you.
I'm just thinking.
A four-day weekend, that's not enough time.
Day three, you're already thinking about coming home.
I need to get away. I need to unwind.
Need to get Claudia's miserable little voice out of my head.
-Hmm. -I need a week.
I definitely sympathize.
Where did you get that?
I was looking all over the house. I couldn't find a single copy.
Newsstand.
I'll leave it for you when I'm done.
What about Europe, huh?
What if we really took a trip?
Italy or something.
Have you ever been?
Kirsten?
I'm sorry. What?
That good, huh? Julia's story?
Uh... Amazing.
Let me see it. Come on.
-I want to read about Reg. -You don't, really.
Yes, I do. It's about me. I'm fascinated.
-No. -Give it here.
It's like-- It's, it's...
It's silly. It's women's stuff,
very touchy-feely. Trust me, You wouldn't be interested.
What's this about Italy?
You're gonna tell me to forget it, right?
You're gonna say, "What about the kids?
"Who's gonna take care of them? What if something happens?"
You're gonna say no.
Actually...
Actually, let them manage on their own for a while.
I think we should get away.
Wow... That's a switch.
A new irresponsible you. I like it.
Hmm.
Charlie, what are you-- Don't. Don't.
Why?
Just don't.
Kind of wild downstairs, huh?
Claudia, she's... She's having a slumber party thing.
You didn't call me all day.
Boy, it just must have killed you when I ran away, huh?
I mean, you must have been devastated.
Obviously.
So tell me, how long did it take you to meet someone else?
Hmm? Two days? Three days?
-A whole week? -That was Kate.
Kate. Right.
She seemed nice.
She is nice.
And, and honest.
And fun, and easy to be with.
Oh, up yours, okay?
What are you doing here, Jill? Huh?
How many chances do you think you get?
I don't know. I...
I guess I need one more.
What? Are you kidding me?
What do you think? You think you could just ditch me whenever you want?
Huh?
And lie to me,
and make me, make me worry all the time
because you might be dead somewhere,
and then you come back to me. You say, "Please, help me,
please help me. I can't do this without you."
And what am I supposed to do?
I can't say no to you.
But...
But I can't keep saying yes, because then
I'll never get out of this, and I don't want this anymore.
Okay? I don't.
I want things to be simple and easy,
and I don't want you coming back into my life
and making me scared all the time, and making me feel guilty, okay?
I don't want it. I'm sick of it.
I don't want it.
Okay.
Jill...
-Eighty-four! Eighty-five! Eighty-six... - Julia! Julia!
Eighty-seven, eighty-eight...
Eighty-nine...
Claudia! Claudia, what is going on?
-Have you lost your mind? -No.
I told you--
You told me that I was grounded, that I couldn't go out.
Well, I didn't go out. I brought everyone in.
So actually, technically, you're... Ow! Charlie, ow!
-You're hurting me! -You are not
doing this to me anymore. Have you got that?
When I tell you to do something,
you say, "Yes, Charlie. Thank you, Charlie," and you do it!
You obey me and you treat me with respect,
-or I swear to God-- -What?
What are you gonna do? What are you gonna take away from me next?
That is not what's going on!
And in front of all my friends? Forget it!
Why do you get to boss me around?
Cut it out, Claudia!
-You never listen to anyone! -I don't want to hear this.
-Why should I listen to you? -Because I'm the father around here now!
-I don't care! -God--
Some father.
Claudia...
Wow, did you get a load of the mess downstairs?
Charlie?
I'm sorry.
Charlie, I'm sorry.
I never meant for you to read it.
And I never meant for it to be published,
and it's really not meant to be about you.
I swear it isn't.
Right. Sure.
The guy works in a club, not in a restaurant.
He's 23, not 24.
He's nothing like me.
He's not.
That's bull, Julia, and you know it.
Okay, well, maybe I started with some stuff
that was a little about you,
but I exaggerated.
I mean, I made it worse than it is. Much...
...worse, and I didn't mean--
That Seattle thing didn't work out because of you guys,
not because I blew it off, not because I can't focus on anything.
Right. You gave that up for us.
It wasn't your fault at all.
And I don't screw around anymore.
I mean, I haven't, not for a long time.
I'm living with Kirsten. I love her.
I don't care about just getting laid.
I know that.
I know, Charlie.
Please, don't be mad at me. I mean, it's fiction.
This is not how I feel about you at all.
Right.
Of course it's not.
-You sure you got your tickets? -Got it.
-Chewing gum? -Check.
-Something to read? -The Odyssey.
I'm all set, Bailey. You don't need to worry about me.
I mean that. You don't need to worry.
I'm not as fragile as you think I am.
I was thinking... I was thinking that
writing to each other every day is a lot of work.
So maybe...
We should say we'll write when the spirit moves us,
when we have something really important to say to each other.
-Same with phone calls. -Really?
That's what you want?
And...
This guy, Kyle Engstrom,
he really likes me a lot.
I think when I get back to school, I'm going to tell him
we could go see a movie or something.
I think that would be a good idea, don't you?
Yeah, maybe.
If he's a nice guy.
Is he a nice guy?
Yeah. I think so. Very nice.
Well, okay, then.
I want you to be happy, Bailey.
I want you to be happy, too.
Would you do me a favor?
Just...wait a while before you let me know
you've met someone else, okay?
Okay.
I'm eating an apple.
-Yeah? Good for you. -It's really delicious.
I'm really enjoying it.
Did you know apples are really good from a dental standpoint?
We learned that in school.
If you can't brush for some reason,
eat an apple.
I'm gonna be eating lots of them from now on.
Broccoli too.
Have you seen the checkbook?
-I'm sorry, Charlie. -Yeah? Well, help me look for it.
I mean, I'm sorry about before.
You know, about the sleepover.
For making you so mad.
I didn't know it'd make you that mad.
-You almost hit me. -I don't want to talk about that, okay?
-But you-- -Okay?
Hey, guys. We're off.
Hey, man. Have you, uh, seen the checkbook?
Oh, I meant to say thanks.
-For coming through with the raise. -What?
And I promise you, I won't be hitting you up for another one for a while.
I'm just glad you thought about it
and decided you guys could swing it.
It really helps out a lot. So thanks.
Mmm-hmm. Sure.
Okay, well, we're off to the park.
Bailey!
Where's Kate?
She's on a plane. Going back to Connecticut.
Oh. I get it.
No. No, you don't.
What?
The thing is, I've always been smart about stuff, you know?
I mean, not stupid.
Look, I don't know what's happening to me.
-What are you talking about? -Well, it's like...
It's like I'm not in control.
You know, I...I... I want to do one thing...
You know, I plan...
To do one thing, and...
I end up doing something else.
I love you.
And...
And I don't know why.
And, and I don't think that I wanna love you.
I think I wanna stop.
I just...
I don't want to want you so much.
But I do.
Bailey...
I do.
Come on, Julia. You've been in there forever.
Just a sec!
Claudia, you got it?
I couldn't find Blueberries for Sal, but...
He likes this one too.
Hey, sweetie. We're just going to read Owen a bedtime story.
Charlie.
What's with you, man?
Are you okay?
Did something happen?
I just...
I can't do this anymore.
Do what?
What are you talking about?
You gave Bill his raise, huh?
-Even though I told you-- -Yeah.
-Yeah, I just figured-- -Well, I don't want to hear about it, okay?
I'm just...
Bottom line, I am just sick of being second-guessed.
And I am sick of being undercut,
like it's just assumed whatever I do is wrong.
Like you never made a bad choice.
Okay, I'm sorry.
I didn't...
-Look, if that's it-- -No.
That's not it.
That's not even close to being it.
It's like I don't even have the authority to make a single decision
and have everyone say, "Okay."
That's the way it's gonna be because Charlie said so."
-Is this all because of the sleepover? -No.
It's like...
What's yours is yours, and what's mine is yours.
I don't have anything that is just mine.
Not the money that I make, not the right to take a job.
This is about Seattle.
It's all of it. It's everything.
Everything is a fight. Nothing's easy.
You won't let me make decisions,
and you won't let me make the rules. You...
You won't even let me make mistakes.
And I...I...
I can't keep doing this, and then know that you don't even appreciate it.
You don't even respect me.
Charlie, I swear we do.
And then I get angry and...
I do things, Claud...
That...
I don't mean to do.
And that really scares me.
I mean, that makes me think I got to get away.
And not just for a four-day weekend or a week.
I mean, really away.
'Cause if I ever actually hit you...
Charlie, you didn't hit me.
-Just forget about it. -No.
Charlie...
You need me to be a man, but...
You won't let me be one.
And...
I have to have something that's just mine,
something that I don't have to fight for... or beg for.
And I...
I can't breathe here anymore.
So...
I'm getting my own place.
I'm moving out.