-I'm Letty. -Javier.
Cheers.
There's a man coming here to kill you.
You have a shotgun pointed at your back.
I want to see Jacob.
You're violating your restraining order just standing there.
-What are you doing? -Call it an advance.
No!
You work for me now.
I saved your life!
Thank you, my prince.
I'm so glad to be alive right now with a murderer, two dead bodies, and no way out.
I can't thank you enough for rescuing me.
He looks like you.
I want to get him back.
I think you can.
If you stop screwing up.
I'm trying.
Try harder.
You really are a stalker. You know that.
Now I've covered for you twice.
I don't know where you are,
but you will be in my office tomorrow.
I don't have your phone number.
I'm not giving you my phone number.
I can drive you to Asheville.
I know you can.
I'll just put it in your phone, okay?
-So if you get into trouble... -You're not touching my phone.
You can write it down.
I don't...
I don't have any paper.
Do I have to keep worrying?
About our road trip?
About you.
I told you. We're good.
Good.
Where you been?
-Really? -Thought I'd try.
Don't try.
I'm gonna make a suggestion.
Okay.
How about you stop being such an asshole?
Sure.
I'll put it on my to-do list right under "join the gym."
Don't do that.
Don't pretend like you don't care.
You're so used to disappointing people, it doesn't affect you anymore,
but disappointing people and being an asshole are two different things.
So uplifting, always.
Thank you. I get that a lot.
I'm fine.
I didn't do anything wrong.
I'm sorry for being an asshole.
I'm trying to do better.
I got stuck in a bad situation and I got myself out of it.
A situation with a guy who didn't let you use, you said.
-I did. -Sounds like a really bad situation.
It was. We're no good for each other.
Letty.
Christian.
Being connected to other human beings is important.
You need people in your life who care about you, who you care about.
I'm going to my high-school reunion.
You didn't graduate high school.
And I got the Facebook invitation anyway.
This wouldn't happen to be about your son, would it?
No.
You know you can't go anywhere near him, Letty.
I'm not going near him.
I'm going to my high-school reunion Saturday night.
To make some human connections.
What about getting a job?
Yes, I want to get a job, a normal place to live...
...all the things.
Good.
That's what everybody keeps telling me.
And...
...you went to high school where, exactly?
Danville High.
It's within state lines, but it's kind of far away.
So, I guess that means that you'll be missing your check-in on Saturday.
I can do Monday or Tuesday.
I want photographic evidence of you at this high-school reunion.
Oh, I will selfie up a storm.
-Hi. -Hi.
Well, well. Freedom looks good on you.
Did you put your face all over the car before or after you got it bulletproofed?
Nice bag.
Wait, don't tell me... Chinatown.
Did you get your tramp stamp removed,
or is that J.Crew number just thick enough to cover it up?
It's cashmere.
It's nice.
Get in.
It is so good to see you. It really is.
It is good to see you.
The real-estate thing seems like it's working out.
God, it's booming. I've already sold three houses so far this month.
Don't tell him I told you, but I'm making more than Kyle now.
Work!
Let's go get a drink.
I want to hear everything.
I don't drink.
What?
On weekdays. I don't drink on weekdays.
Right, me neither.
Anyway, we're having a barbecue at the house later tonight...
...for the reunion-planning committee.
It's a stupid final-meeting thing.
It's at 6:00.
I love that you're on the planning committee.
I love that you're coming to the reunion.
How many points do I get for using a high-school reunion as an alibi?
10.
10? At least 100.
10 out of 10.
10 is... Ultimately, 10 is a low number.
So, aren't you supposed to, like, never drink?
Yeah.
So boring.
Yeah, but I mean,
if you're really gonna try to come back here and start over,
try to get Jacob,
which I think is a great plan, by the way...
And Kyle is totally down to help you with all the legal stuff.
But, I mean,
you know, you probably should never drink.
Probably not.
So, how's it work with Jacob, exactly?
You can't come within how far of him?
1,000 feet.
How are you supposed to know how far 1,000 feet is?
I don't know.
How is that different from 500 feet?
I mean, you're not even really near the child at 100 feet.
Some people can't help but do damage, even at 100 feet.
What damage are you gonna do at 100 feet?
I don't know.
Well, I think 1,000 feet is excessive, but you probably should wait in the car.
For what?
We're picking up Autumn and Dax.
Jacob goes to the same school.
Just got to run in and sign this stupid permission-slip thing for Dax.
What the hell?
1,000 feet. I'm just here with Tiffany.
She's picking up her kids.
As soon as the bell rings, I'll get in the car.
The windows are tinted. Jacob won't even see me.
You're just here with Tiffany Dash Real Estate?
-I'm staying with her. -Why?
Our class reunion is this weekend.
Oh, my God.
Truth.
Trying to make a normal life, Mom.
Get a job, get my own place.
Tiffany's gonna help me look for something.
Happy house hunt.
Are you gonna say anything about the money I left?
What money?
In the mailbox.
What?
I left $20,000 in the mailbox.
I have no idea what you're talking about.
For Jacob. Are you serious?
Why would you leave that much money in a mailbox, Letty?
Oh, my God.
Oh, you're such a bitch.
It was very generous of you.
Jacob has a new wardrobe and $19,000 in a college fund.
He has a college fund?
Yeah, he does now.
Why don't you just get back in Tiffany's limo or whatever that is?
Can we have dinner?
-What? -Dinner. You and me.
As long as you're buying.
Clear tonight, with a low of 81.
Tomorrow, looks like more sunshine and slightly warmer temperatures.
Thanks, Tom. I'm here now with Melanie, who recently encountered a suspicious couple.
Can you tell us what they looked like?
Absolutely. Yeah, he was hot.
He was like a seven or an eight.
Or even... maybe even a nine.
Uh, he's Mexican.
He had that accent, definitely.
And she had red hair like up to here.
Very pretty.
They are possible suspects in the case of a missing couple...
...who were last seen at The Inn at Trousdale Farm,
an upscale hotel in the Smoky Mountains,
where authorities continue to seek information from guests and employees.
Anyone with information about their whereabouts should contact local authorities.
Mom said to come get you for the barbecue.
Thanks, Autumn.
Oh, I bet you're Letty.
Yeah. Hi.
I'm Azalea.
Uh, we never met at DHS because my family moved here when I was a junior,
and I think you were gone by then.
-Right. -Tiffany talks about you all the time.
It is so nice to finally meet you.
-Give it time. -I always do.
I know about your situation.
-Really? -I had a cousin who struggled with addiction.
He also lost his child.
I'm sorry to hear that.
Did Tiffany tell you about my situation?
She's a very good friend to you.
And I'd love to be a good friend, too.
Would you like to be my guest this Sunday?
-Where? -Church.
God's dead, Azalea.
"God's dead, Azalea."
Hey, Kyle.
Hi.
Man, I've really missed having you around to say all the shit I wish I came up with.
"God's dead, Azalea." That was... good.
It's good to see you.
You, too.
Oh, I thought that you might want a soda.
Oh. Ginger ale okay? If not, we got lots of other kinds.
No, it's very good. Thank you.
Hey, Tiffany said you might be able to help me out with Jacob.
Yeah. I'll do everything I can, obviously.
You need to be able to show that you have a job.
I know that for sure.
I have an interview at a temp agency tomorrow.
-The one on Wrightsville? -The one.
My office is right there.
Come by after, we'll go through everything.
Are you any good?
Medium.
-Cheers. -Cheers.
So proud of us. We had a barbecue.
I kicked everybody out.
You don't have to clean up.
Does this scream "hire me" or what?
It screams something.
It's perfect for an interview. It's classic.
-I have clothes. -Well, okay.
Well, I'll put it on your bed just in case.
Wouldn't fit me anymore, anyway.
I've gained so much weight.
You have not.
You're such a liar.
If I can't drink or get high, at least I can hang on to my lying.
Wait, so I have gained weight?
No.
Okay.
Would you describe yourself as a self-starter?
Definitely.
I worked in a library for six months.
They have this old-school card-catalogue situation,
and it was always impossible to find books,
so I invented a better system.
No one even asked me to.
And where was this library?
Virginia.
In prison?
You had to know I'd run a background check.
I mean, I hoped you would.
What kind of temp agency would you be running if you didn't?
Well, you are obviously very qualified to be a waitress.
I can get a waitressing job myself.
I want to work in an office with regular hours,
where I can learn.
How would you rate your interpersonal skills?
Oh, people love me. I'm super charming.
And time.
So, nine words per minute.
I don't get it.
I'm a really good texter. Very fast.
I really appreciate you coming in.
I will never hear from you again, will I?
If you had typing skills,
I could probably convince someone to give you a chance.
But no typing skills plus recovering drug addict plus ex-con...
I totally get it.
Thank you for your honesty.
And thanks for at least giving me a shot.
Hey.
How'd the interview go?
Guess what?
What?
I type nine words a minute.
Shit.
Hmm. I'll find something.
Promise.
I took a look at your record.
Page turner, huh?
I want you to get the best opinion,
so I sent your case over to a buddy of mine who specializes in this stuff.
I hope that's okay.
Are you kidding?
Of course it's okay.
Wow. Thank you.
Anything for Letty Raines.
Don't do that.
I still remember the exact moment that I fell for you.
-No, you don't. -Sophomore English.
You wrote this story about a rooster.
I don't remember the name of it.
"Cock Tease."
Yes.
It was so messed up. But Mrs. Bumgarner loved it.
She made you stand up, read it to the class.
Your face turned red, your voice shook.
But it was good.
You were crazy smart.
I was crazy crazy.
Still am.
I'm sorry.
Things haven't gone so great for you.
That's nice of you to say.
Stop looking at me like that.
No.
I'm thinking I could use some help around here.
How about I give you a job?
What?
Why not?
-What about Shirley? -How did you know her name was Shirley?
I saw the name plate on her desk.
It said Shirley.
Right. Well, Shirley can deal.
Want the job or not?
I mean, yeah, of course I want the job.
Good. Then you're hired.
Just like that?
Just like that.
Wow. Thank you.
You sure it doesn't bother you, me drinking in front of you?
I don't want to strain your sobriety.
It's fine.
So, where'd you meet him?
The Happy Cue.
That place is still open?
Hell yes.
I shoot pool there every Saturday night.
One of the boys.
Anyway, his name is Rob.
He owns a lawn-care business.
Wait, Rob's Grasshoppers?
How'd you know?
They mow the Dashs' lawn.
-Mom. -What?
Rob McDaniels?
You know Rob?
I went to school with Rob. He's my age.
Are you two...
Big time.
Don't make that face.
It's better than me actually throwing up.
My darling girl.
What I'm about to say, I say with love.
Don't you ever...
...open that slut mouth of yours to judge me.
That wasn't very nice, was it?
Don't be mad at me, honey.
Don't be.
I just thought of a way I could make it up to you.
I bet it's really hard being back home so close to Jacob.
Permanent restraining order.
It is hard.
How much would you give to just spend a day with your son?
Anything.
-Really? -Anything.
Rob wants to go to a lake on Saturday.
What if you were just to come by in the morning and spend the day with Jacob?
-Oh, my God, are you serious? -Dead serious.
You come by the house Saturday morning with...
...$1,000 in cash, and I will let you spend the day with Jacob.
You said anything.
I'll do it.
You have a secretary... Shirley.
Look, Shirley's like 100 years old.
If Letty's gonna have a prayer of getting her son back,
she needs to have a job.
Tiffany, I married you.
Not Letty.
Good choice.
And now we have to call Mitch.
Kyle Dash & Associates.
Yeah. Hang on a moment.
I'll transfer you to Kyle.
I'm sorry for the delay.
Let me transfer you over to Kyle right now.
Letty, let's do a letter to Pam Henry.
"Dear Mrs. Henry." Colon. Paragraph.
"Enclosed herewith," comma,
"we are in receipt of a settlement offer
"from the insurance..."
Shirley.
You been doing fillers? Don't lie.
You've been doing Restylane.
I'm doing what?
You totally look 40.
Hey, what are you doing here?
I came to steal Letty for an hour.
Why?
There is an amazing rental that just came on the market.
It's a little house that is perfect for her.
She's working.
Well, I'm sure Shirley can hold down the fort like she's been doing the last five years.
-Where's Letty? -Right here.
-Hey. -Hi.
So, nine-foot ceilings.
Smells like mildew.
Oh, it just needs a little air flow.
And there's a great view over the sink,
and the best part is they're willing to go month to month,
and it's available now.
Tiffany.
What?
If you want me out of your house, just say it.
You don't have to sell me on a dump.
I'm not trying to sell you on anything.
Okay, Tiffany.
Okay, Letty.
Look, we both know why you agreed to let me stay with you.
No. Why don't you enlighten me?
Forget it. Message received.
-I'll find a place. -No, don't puss out.
You feel guilty.
For what?
You know what.
Are you trying to say that you blame your existence on me...
...for something that happened 14 years ago?
No, I'm saying you do,
and that's fine if you feel guilty.
But when it plays out as you telling the whole town my business...
-Have you been drinking? -I wish.
Instead, I've been watching your act with the real-estate job and the ridiculous SUV.
-But I know you. -You know shit.
Hey, look, I'm sorry.
I shouldn't have told everybody your business.
There's no need to be embarrassed, though.
I'm not embarrassed.
Are you?
Of you? No.
I don't want you to leave.
Just...
All right, just don't sleep with Kyle.
What?
Some nights he doesn't come home.
He's sleeping with somebody. Just don't let it be you, okay?
Tiffany, I would never.
So, the sunlight comes in through this window in the morning.
You can set a little table there for Jacob to have breakfast at.
Sorry. I have a favor to ask.
Can I borrow your car tomorrow?
The ridiculous one?
I shouldn't have said that. I'm sorry.
The reunion's tomorrow and I have a million errands, so no.
Right. Okay.
Where's Kyle?
He's working late.
You know, I'm really proud of you.
I never thought I'd have a friend with heated towel racks.
-Love you. -Love you.
I don't want to know where or how you got this.
Works for me.
Can I borrow your Jeep?
I want to take him to Jungle Rapids.
Clearly you don't need it today.
I thought you might throw me a bone.
I am throwing you a bone.
And it doesn't include my Jeep.
You can stay here in the house.
Mom.
It is against the law for you to be with your son.
You really think it's a good idea for you to be seen with him in public?
Here I come!
Letty Betty Bo Betty!
Hey, baby.
Nice work, Rob.
Mmm!
I heard you were in the clink, but now you're not.
Obviously.
You're putting it all together.
Yeah. What were you in for?
First-degree murder.
No shit?
Guess I better stay on your good side.
You're not... you're not mad I'm dating your mom or nothing?
She's bullshitting you, Rob. She just steals crap.
Yeah, so keep an eye on your wallet.
Oh.
I remember you being funny in high school.
Well, now I'm hilarious.
Let's go, Rob. We're gonna be late.
For what? We're going to the lake. You can't be late for the lake.
Rob, let's go.
Love her!
Do you want to come in?
I just dusted the lamps.
Oh, yeah?
On Saturdays, I dust the lamps.
Does Nana make you do that?
No. I just like doing it.
-That's cool. -Thanks.
We have the same eyebrows.
We totally do.
You're very observant.
Otherwise, we don't look that much alike.
No. Not that much.
Do I look like my dad?
Look more like him than me.
I know he didn't die in the war.
How'd you know that?
Because you're not sad about him.
You're very observant.
Nana says I get it from you.
Did you make these?
Yeah.
This is amazing.
They should pay you to design stuff for them.
That would be good.
This isn't my dad, right?
Right.
I'm not allowed in here.
Nana comes in here sometimes and shuts the door.
Come here.
Do you have your phone with you?
Okay.
Smile.
There.
Now you have that picture and my number.
So, if you ever need anything...
Do you have my dad's number?
No, I don't.
I don't know where your father is.
Why not?
This won't make you feel any better,
but my father didn't want to know me, either.
Jacob, look at me.
I want to know you.
That's not what Nana says.
What does Nana say?
You can tell me.
I was honest with you.
She says you're broken and broken people can't be trusted.
Almost.
You two have fun?
We sure did.
We had fun.
Mind if I take a leak in your bathroom, Jacob?
Your bathroom's better.
Fine, but don't pee on the floor.
I've never peed on the floor before!
Don't accuse me of that.
Rob and me had fun, too.
I can see that.
Give Nana and me a minute, okay?
Why would you poison Jacob against me?
Did no such thing.
"Broken people can't be trusted"?
He has no father, no mother.
And then now you come traipsing back here for who knows how long,
and I'm gonna make Goddamn sure that when you fail him,
at least he saw it coming.
I want to see him again.
Well, you know the price.
See you tomorrow.
Tiff, what time are we leaving?
Do I have time to do my nails?
-You don't need to yell. -Oh.
What's this?
-Heroin. -Lovely.
Where did you find it?
On the mudroom floor,
right where my kids walk in and out six times a day.
That's not good.
It's not good. It's insane.
I let you live here. Kyle gives you a job.
-We're trying to help you. -Tiffany...
You can't stay here. You know that, right?
Yeah.
And don't come to the reunion.
I'd love nothing more, but my parole officer needs proof I was there.
You know that.
Here's your proof.
Good luck with Jacob.
So, what do you consider your greatest accomplishment since high school?
He had to do emergency surgery.
It's hard, and I miss him.
But how can I be mad, you know?
He's saving lives.
Let's take a selfie.
Vietnam, hands down.
I'd go back there in a second.
Next year we're biking through Croatia.
Five-story walk-up in Chelsea.
There's no elevator, but we're in love with the neighborhood.
18th-century English Lit.
Oh, nice.
Rob wanted to come, and I got a sitter.
Can't stop, won't stop. Whoo!
Get in on this.
Thanks.
And you might as well start on my next one.
Keep production ahead of demand.
Bourbon.
Thank you.
The hell have you been?
Oh. Hey.
I was working late.
Yeah. I used to use that line, too.
-I'm sorry? -Tiffany found your fine china.
Don't worry. I pretended it was mine.
I don't know what the hell you're talking about.
Okay. Here's what's going to happen.
You're gonna follow me, and we'll find a place and have a little chat.
If you don't follow me, I will get on the deejay mic...
...and tell this entire room just how fine your china is.
You know I will.
Bullshit.
The mudroom floor.
Shit.
-You're getting help. -I'm fine.
I only do the 100% pure shit, so it doesn't mess with your organs.
It's almost, like, healthy.
Oh, my God, will you listen to yourself?
Look, I can handle this.
The most famous of famous last words.
But next time, you won't have a fellow junkie in the house...
...to take the fall.
Thanks for that.
I'm giving you the chance, dude, to not mess it up like I did.
I care about you, but I care about Tiffany more.
And I swear to God, if you don't get help immediately,
I will tell her everything.
I will not let you destroy her life.
But you threw it out. You covered for me.
Because I don't want to watch her world fall to pieces.
My God, do you even see how good she is?
Everything she's done for you?
It happens so fast, Kyle.
I am living, breathing proof... barely breathing proof.
One minute, you're working late,
the next minute, your kid is taken away from you.
Yeah, your case.
See?
Living, breathing proof.
I'm sorry.
You still have a job at my office.
Oh, you're such an idiot.
We'll figure out something with Jacob, I promise.
I promise. We'll get Jacob.
Trust me.
Oh, my God.
Tiffany, listen to me.
Tiffany.
Whore.
Tiffany, I am so sorry.
It is not my fault that you turned out this way.
I never said it was.
I tried to help you, you fucking ungrateful bitch.
All I did was introduce you to Sean 'cause you like black guys.
How was I supposed to know that he was gonna turn out...
...to be some meth-head porn-star freak...
-...who was... -You don't need to...
I don't feel guilty for anything!
-Tiff, calm down. -You stay out of this!
All I asked you to do was one thing.
I asked you for one thing.
I didn't ask you for anything more because I know better.
Why? Why her?
Why him?
-Tiff, what you saw was not... -I am not an idiot!
All you do is hurt people.
That is all that you are capable of.
You don't belong in the world of normal people.
I hope that you never get Jacob back.
I hope that you O.D. somewhere and die.
Why don't you just kill yourself?
Believe me, I've tried.
Well, try harder. Nobody likes a quitter.
What is wrong with you?
-Your whore daughter. -Hey...
I'll knock your teeth...
Excuse me.
You need to get out of here now!
I tried...
I tried to do the right thing.
You always do.
What's wrong with me?
I don't know.
Mom.
Baby girl.
You break my heart.
Thank you for raising him.
I couldn't, and you did, and I'm sorry.
I went over to Tiffany's to get your stuff.
-You did? -Yeah, first thing this morning.
But I have nowhere to go.
I'm sorry it has to be this way, but you can't stay here.
You know that.
What's wrong?
Hi, baby.
Your mama had a hard night.
You're leaving?
Yeah.
For how long?
I don't know.
But I'll be back for you, Jacob. You hear me?
I am in control of my life.
I live by my positive choices.
I am the best me I can be.
You came.
You called.