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(Bodie moans softly)
(Bodie moans)
(Lita sighs)
- So, get this, my husband, so stupid, like I told you.
He's spent the last four years
sucked into some fucking news program.
He's like a goddamn zombie, you know.
- I've told you how he is. - Mm-hmm.
So, anyway, a few weeks ago,
he shows up with this engagement ring,
and I'm thinking, you know,
we've been married for like nine years.
I've already got a ring.
I mean, it's a piece of shit ring,
and he always knew I hated it,
but a symbol of our love nonetheless.
Oh, what a beautiful payoff, right?
So, I'm like, you want to prove your love,
clean the fucking toilets, for Christ's sake.
Take Dean to soccer practice, you know, fuck him.
I'm the one wiping his dirty mouth,
picking up his clothes, doing the fucking dishes.
I mean, I'm not that hard to understand, right?
(Bodie grunts)
Are you asking me?
No, no, you're not, at all.
- Fuck, my point is, I need a break, not another trinket.
- Mm-hmm.
(Bodie sighs)
- Fuck it. - What?
You know, to be honest,
I don't really want to talk about your husband
or your ring right now.
You know, can we just,
can I try to enjoy the moment a little bit?
Fuck you, Bodie.
I'm sitting here jerking your shit
while you're just relaxing.
You want me to shut up?
Quit being such a boy and take care of business.
Wait, wait, wait, wait, hold on.
(pills rattling)
(crickets chirping)
(Bodie swallows)
(ring rattles)
That's better.
(phone buzzes)
Who's Vincent?
What do you mean who's Vincent?
That's my husband, why?
He's texting you.
(Lita groans)
Fuck.
Just don't move.
Wait, wait, wait, where are you going?
- I've got to go talk to my husband real quick.
Your husband's here?
What do you mean?
Of course, my husband is here, this is where we live.
Why do you think I'm jerking you off in the truck?
Just don't move, I'll be right back.
Okay.
(crickets chirping)
(dog barking)
(door creaking) (door slamming)
(crickets chirping)
(dog barking)
What are you doing outside?
Jerking off some young stud,
telling him about how much I hate you.
Hysterical.
Is your mother with you?
She's not, is she?
Goddamn it, Lita.
Your mom and your whole fucked up family!
She's a grown woman, Vincent.
She can come and go as she pleases.
Really?
Is that the agreement that we had,
that your alcoholic mother who sleeps 20 feet away
from our five-year-old son can come and go as she sees fit?
She's been sober nearly a year.
Wow!
10 whole months!
Is there a chip for that?
- It's green. - What?
The chip for 10 months, it's green.
Why is this my problem?
Why is this our problem?
Right now she's just missing.
We don't know if she's relapsed.
(Vincent laughs)
Oh God, I hate that smug laugh of yours.
Yeah, well I hate this fucking chaos you
brought into our lives.
What, what did you just say?
I said.
I'm sure disappointed in our present situation.
Oh, yeah.
Real nice with this sanctimonious thing you do.
Lita.
It's just a little too early in the the morning
for a full-on whiff of your bullshit, okay?
Fuck you, Vincent.
Look, I'm gonna go look for Mom.
Can you please make sure that Dean
gets to school if I'm not back in time?
It's Saturday.
Hey.
I love you.
Yeah.
You too.
[Vincent] Oh, hey, don't forget.
We have that appointment this morning!
Yup.
(door creaking)
(door thudding)
(crickets chirping)
(dog barking)
(car door thudding)
Oh, Jesus Christ. (laughs)
You beautiful young boys sit around
with your top shelf hard-ons totally unaware
that youth and time are fleeting.
Is that a poem or something?
I doubt it.
Fuck, Bodie, I've got to go.
You gotta go, where?
It's one in the morning.
It's my mom.
- Your mom, I thought you were just talking to your husband.
You know, Bodie.
My life is just a little too complicated
to explain all the ins and outs to you
in the 30 seconds that I have right now.
Suffice it to say, adulthood is not all beer bongs,
blow jobs and finger banging 35-year-old moms
in the back seats of trucks.
You know, some advice,
next time you're with an older woman or any woman,
don't just stab at her pussy with your stiff little fingers.
You gotta
slow down, warm up the kitty a little.
You are a gorgeous creature,
but your inexperience is clunky.
So, there you go, the secret to life.
Hope you were paying attention.
Maybe someday you won't catch your future wife,
giving out hand-jobs in the backseat of a truck.
Get my drift?
All right.
All right, then.
(insects chirping)
(car door thudding)
(boots thudding) (belt rattling)
(car buzzing)
Wait, are you breaking up with me?
(car beeping)
I think I love you.
Well, that's nice.
Can I at least get a ride?
- Gotta go, put those young legs of yours to work.
(mellow rock music)
♪ She's crying on the corner ♪
♪ And I've been waiting for her ♪
♪ Every day, today, every day ♪
♪ Oh, can you paint a picture ♪
♪ She's got money and loves machines ♪
♪ She's 32 and has no excuse except she's so hot ♪
♪ Just look out down in the wishing well ♪
♪ Then let her go, she's mad as hell, yeah ♪
♪ Oh, oh, oh, oh, oh ♪
♪ Oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh ♪
♪ We went a parking lot ♪
♪ And then listening to tell ya ♪
♪ He swings his arms, the dragging starts ♪
♪ Throws back his head, swings around again ♪
♪ He used to be a soldier man ♪
♪ Every raging arms to rock insanity like his bags ♪
(phone ringing)
♪ He stuck his foot in the wishing well ♪
(phone ringing)
(door thudding)
(phone ringing) (patrons chattering)
♪ Oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh ♪
♪ She'll be mad as hell ♪
Hey Joe, you out there?
I know most people go to churches or cemeteries
to talk to their dead dads,
but I think we both know this is a pretty fitting place
to have this conversation.
Anyway. (sighs)
It's been another year,
so I just thought maybe I'd tell you about my day,
give you a little insight to how things are goin' for me.
I woke up late for work again.
So, there goes that 10 cent raise, right?
I was hungover.
So, breakfast was just a handful of aspirin
and a spiked sugar coffee.
I mean, shit, man.
I was out the door before I even thought
to look at your letter.
I had hidden it in a stack of past due notices,
thinking I'd forget about it.
But I didn't.
It was after lunch sometime before I realized that
I had your photos.
Maybe in another 20 years,
I'll forget about you all together,
but that's not how it goes, is it?
Anyway?
Now, I'm drunk,
talking to the sky.
Pretending it's my dead dad.
Trying to convince myself that I don't give a shit.
None of this matters, and that I'm not afraid
when I look in the mirror these days,
and I see you sometimes.
(sighs) So will there be any wisdom from the starlight?
Any miracles to be had?
Any advice on how to get this blood of yours
out of my fucking veins?
You got anything for me, Joe?
(solemn rock music)
You know, there was a time when you found me amusing.
I never found you all that amusing.
No?
No.
Mostly just wanted to get you in bed.
Oh, I'm blushing.
You are. (laughs)
But you should inform your confident drunken sway
and that sexy sideways smile that they're a bit overrated.
Really?
- Yeah, well, this tough blue collar thing you got
going on can only take you so far.
How far is that?
Just far enough but never over the edge.
(Evan chuckles)
Too cheesy?
Yeah.
You need a ride?
I suppose I do.
(somber rock music)
♪ Move your arms just like an evening dress ♪
♪ Bring it to the right, sway to the left ♪
♪ In the morning everything is spent ♪
♪ And I make my way back home ♪
♪ Move your arms just like an evening dress ♪
♪ Go to the right, sway to the left ♪
♪ In the morning everything is spent ♪
♪ And I make my way back home ♪
(belt rattling)
- Just fuck me. - What?
- I want to feel your big, massive hard-on
pulsating inside me. (lips smacking)
You know, you don't have to oversell,
I'm good on size.
- It's just role-playing, baby.
- Yeah, well, it sounds like you want me to role play
that I've got attributes that, well, I may not have.
Just say "Fuck me hard" or something.
I want you to fuck me raw.
Oh yeah.
- Oh, fuck me raw, and put your baby inside me.
(lips smacking)
Uh.
Too far, right?
I mean, maybe a little bit.
I mean, I know the intent of sex is to make babies,
but it's just not really, you know.
Shit, I totally fucked this up.
No, it's no big deal.
Just start from "Fuck me raw."
I'm pregnant.
- Is this like some sort of kink I'm not aware of?
I'm with child.
No, I know what you said, it's just.
What?
I guess I just wanted to see how you'd
react or something.
To what exactly?
The idea of us having children.
- That was our conversation about having kids?
I'm pregnant, so yeah.
(exhales) Shit.
I'm guessing having children isn't big
on your list of life ambitions.
Ambitions, really?
I mean, you don't have to be a real go getter to have kids.
It's dick meets vagina, conception, birth.
I mean, I'm sure Darwin has a better explanation for it,
but as far as I can understand,
the process is not that complicated.
You're right.
Once you completely dismiss biology and science,
it's not that complicated,
but then there's a part where you become a parent, you know.
An adult who's responsible for another human being.
Are you okay?
Yeah, I'm all right.
- Where are you going? - I just need a cold shower.
Evan.
(mellow rock music)
♪ I'm on the road before the sun ever rises ♪
(phone ringing)
♪ I'm staying out of my head, it's lucky I'm not dead ♪
(phone ringing)
♪ I move through the day without ever seeing water ♪
♪ I float like a ghost through the coast ♪
♪ With a heavy, heavy heart ♪
(fist pounding)
♪ Heavy heart ♪
(fist pounding)
♪ Heavy, heavy heart ♪
Gah, what?
Why are you not answering your phone?
Mom has gone AWOL, and I could really use your help.
AWOL, do you even know what that means?
- She's fucking gone, Evan, and I don't know where she is,
and she's probably been drinking again.
You look surprised, Lita.
Did you even check your calendar?
You do know what today is, don't you?
Dad.
[Evan] Yeah, Dad.
- I normally think about him on his birthday
- and not his-- - On his death anniversary?
Yeah, it's very glass half full of you.
- Jesus, I'd almost forgotten how self-righteous he was.
Yeah.
Well, Mom's pretty much been living in her head these days,
so she's probably been ready to bolt for awhile.
What?
Why the fuck are you looking at me that way?
This is not my fault.
How could you forget the anniversary
of your father's death?
I've been busy, okay?
Yeah.
- I'm not the one who made our mom an alcoholic.
All right, all right.
I know, I'm sorry.
Look, I need your help.
Okay.
I need you to look for her.
I have been driving around all night,
trying to find her, okay?
And I have something else I need to do.
- More important than finding our alcoholic mother?
Yeah.
What?
Look are you gonna help me or not?
Yeah.
Yeah, okay.
God, why do you gotta make me beg?
You're such an asshole.
You're welcome.
You're welcome?
She's your mother too, you know.
(keys rattling)
Why don't you answer your phone sometime?
You never heard of texting?
You ever heard of fucking yourself
with a rusty razorblade?
Uh, no, I have not heard of that.
(chuckles) Love you.
(Evan groans)
[Evan] You, too.
(mellow rock music)
You should have worn a jacket.
It's at the cleaners.
I need it for work on Monday.
- Why do we have to waste our weekend with this shit again?
- It's the only time my folks can take the kid.
Oh yeah, right.
- You look nice. - Thanks.
- Did you have a chance to go home and change?
I keep some things in the truck.
Dean's always making a mess.
You never when you're gonna need a change of clothes.
Well, you look great.
(mellow rock music)
I need a mint.
Want one?
(mellow rock music)
(therapist clears throat)
(zipper clattering)
(pages rustling)
(Lita clears throat)
So, did you two bring your homework?
Fucking homework.
When we ended our last session,
we were talking about peccadilloes.
You both seem interested in trying to
alter some minor behavioral issues.
All right, Vincent.
You seem eager, let's start with you.
What's on your list?
- Okay, well, I guess let's start with the kitchen cabinets.
What about them?
She leaves them open, a lot.
I just wish she'd close them when she's finished.
That's all?
Okay.
Go on.
- Well, there's this little toothpaste ring in the sink.
Fucking toothpaste ring.
I just wish she'd wipe it up
when she's finished brushing her teeth.
That's it?
That's it.
Huh.
All right.
Lita, why don't you give it a shot?
Okay.
So, here are some things I hate about Vincent.
No, no.
Let's not use the word hate.
- Okay, well, let's start with the way he comes home
from work and plops himself in front of the TV.
You don't like him watching TV.
It used to bother me, this device we
plug into the wall, stealing my husband
and our son, his father,
but then I realized that if he's not staring
at the brain sucker, I have to watch his fat fucking neck
flailing around while he tries to regurgitate actual words.
And then listen to him go on and on and on
about how hard he's had to work all day long.
Like I should be grateful to you, the provider, right?
Well, I've busy raising our son all day.
Wipe the toothpaste ring up yourself, you whiny bitch.
- This is a waste of time, for Christ's sake.
I mean, why don't we talk about some of our real issues?
Here we go.
My freeloading mom, my dead dad, my absentee brother.
- La, la, la, la, la, la, la. - Let's not forget about your
newfound appreciation for parked cars.
I mean, what are you doing at all hours of the night
in the fucking car, Lita?
I'm sorry, what are we talking about?
I don't have time for this shit today!
- This sounds like something we should discuss.
I don't know, Doc.
I think we're well beyond peccadilloes.
(heels clacking)
Mom.
(Carlee groans softly)
What are you doing?
Hey man, this your mom?
Yep, that's my mom.
Your mom is one beautiful lady.
You know, I sure would love to take her
out to have some dinner some time.
Yeah, might want to ask her that.
(man laughs)
Well, I ask her every time I see her.
And what's she say?
- I tell him to go fuck himself with a bag of rusty nails.
(man laughs)
Sounds like a hard no, my friend.
Ah. (laughs)
All right, let's get you outta here.
Come on.
Okay.
- I guess I'll see you in my dreams, pretty lady.
- If you do, I hope I'm smart enough to run like hell!
(man laughs)
Can you walk yourself?
Sometimes.
(Carlee groans)
(phone rings)
- Bodie, I really don't have time for this right now.
- Hey, girl. - Who is this?
Where's Bodie?
[Kiki] Bodie's hanging out.
I thought you and me oughta have a conversation
about your secret stash of kickers
and how you can get your ring back.
Kickers?
[Kiki] Your hillbillies.
My back pills?
- [Kiki] Yeah, if that's what you call 'em.
Your "back pills."
Let me talk to Bodie.
- [Kiki] Bodie is a little heartbroken right now.
So, you're gonna have to deal with Kiki.
Look, I'm not sure what Bodie told you,
but I don't have a secret stash of anything.
Lita!
- Look, I'm gonna have to call you back, okay?
[Kiki] I'll be waiting.
Everything okay?
Yeah, fine.
- Look, we need to have a conversation about your mother.
Meaning, we need to talk about
moving her out of the house.
- I know we've both had a lot on our plates
and, truthfully, we could use a break.
I thought I could take Dean to my folks' house
for the weekend.
Maybe give you some time to figure out whatever's
going on with Carlee.
Yeah, okay.
(lips smacking)
Thanks.
(mellow rock music)
- Hello? - What do you want?
- [Kiki] Kickers for the rock or we call your husband
and tell him you've been playing house with,
how did you put it?
"Beautiful boys with top shelf hard-ons."
- I can't get any more meds, how about cash?
- [Kiki] Kickers for the rock, that's the deal.
Fuck you.
(mellow rock music)
(Carlee whimpering)
Mom?
You okay?
(Carlee vomiting)
Oh!
Son of a bitch!
Ugh! (groans)
Unfucking believable!
(Evan groans)
[Woman] You two okay?
What?
Yeah, everything's good.
[Woman] What about her?
She's fine.
Are you sure?
She looks like she could use some help.
Maybe we should call someone?
Should we?
Wow, I didn't think of that.
You know, I've just been dealing with this shit
my whole fucking life, completely unaware
that I should just call someone, so thank you for that.
Thank you.
(mellow rock music)
What are you staring at?
She's a dipso, lady, a real one.
If she were gonna die,
she would have done it with you standing there
wearing that witless fucking gaze.
So, why don't you fuck off?
'Cause you're not helping.
Go, get the fuck outta here!
Go tell all your friends at brunch
how you saw something real,
and it scared the fuck outta you!
(mellow rock music)
(door creaking)
(door thudding)
(mellow rock music)
Is she wearing my bathing suit?
Is that Vincent's shirt?
What the hell were you two doing?
Vomit dress up party.
- Uh, I thought the idea was to get her to stop drinking.
- No, the idea was to get her back home, which I did.
- You know, it's like you don't even give a shit.
Oh wow, it's like you know me.
Okay, I'm not going to respond
to this childish back and forth thing you're
trying to get me to engage in.
- Just so we're clear, she's gonna need help.
I know.
No, I mean real assistance, Lita.
- As opposed to what, my charade of concern?
I mean like a program, like a therapist,
some kinda delusion that her life might actually
get better someday.
Jesus, when did you become so cynical?
Okay, don't worry.
I'm not trying to move in on your personality traits.
I just wanted one of us to be clear
on who we're dealing with here.
She'll never go.
To treatment, she'll never go.
She still goes on and on about how the medical community
calls "it" a disease.
"It" meaning substance abuse?
Jesus, when'd you get so vague?
(sighs) I'm just trying to see things
from her perspective.
I thought it might help.
Well, good luck with that.
Where are you going?
Away.
Where peace and harmony reign supreme.
And I don't have to deal with that
- as my life anymore. - Oh, boo hoo for you.
She's your mother too, you know.
She could use your support.
Give me a fucking break, Lita!
It's the same shit with her.
Stop everything in your life to help poor old Mom
crawl out of whatever her latest train wreck is.
She's had a rough life, you know.
Yeah, we've all had it tough.
Her husband killed himself.
Yeah, exactly, her husband.
Her husband, right?
Not your father or my dad, but her husband.
God, it's like we've been dealing
with her grief our whole life.
It's not just grief, Evan.
It's motherhood, it's work, it's life.
It's day-to-day adding up to debt and useless antidotes.
- Bullshit. - What?
It's all bullshit, Lita.
Our mother is a fucking alcoholic.
The rigors of life, the hardships of child-rearing,
a convenient song and dance, that's all.
Oh, and how would you know?
You're no parent.
You haven't got a clue what I am talking about.
Well, that might not be 100% accurate.
How's that?
Maddie?
Her name is not Maddie, it's Addie.
Jesus Christ, we live together.
You don't even know my girlfriend's name?
What's so goddamn funny?
You thinking that living with someone
makes it a commitment of some kind.
Oh my God.
So, was it a happy event?
I'm not sure.
How's that?
- I mean, we have a pretty active sex life,
so sometimes it's happy,
other times it's kind of sadistic and fucked up.
Not the conception, you defect.
When she told you you were going to be a father.
How did it go?
Right, that.
Could have gone better.
I'm gonna be a father.
Fucking cliche, cowardice, macho shit.
Get over yourself, little brother.
The days of finding meaning behind
your fucked up childhood stories have gone, okay?
Pass that sippy cup onto the next whimpering imp.
Wow.
No warm, fuzzy words of encouragement?
How life's gonna change for the better?
How it's gonna open me up to a love as of yet undiscovered?
No, Evan.
That's what some image junky twit wrote in her mommy blog.
Okay?
(Lita clears throat)
The truth about parenthood that nobody ever tells you
is that no matter how much you love your kids,
which is immense,
you will always fantasize about the life you had before.
That's what broke Dad.
It broke Mom.
And you?
One problem at a time, I guess.
- (sighs) Well, let's go try to convince our mother
that she should die at a somewhat leisurely pace
like the rest of us.
I knew you wouldn't abandoned me.
(Lita chuckles)
You know, this place is beautiful.
The entire time I've lived here,
I don't think I've spent more than five minutes
in this backyard.
- So, what is this you're drinking here, Mom?
Not sure exactly.
Heavy dose of something clear and toxic,
a little ice and a chaser.
Ugh, why is it so green?
I didn't write down the recipe, son.
Classy.
- Wasn't going for high-end, sweetheart.
(Evan chuckles)
What?
You are supposed to be helping me.
Helping you with what?
Oh, I don't know, Mom.
I thought maybe we could convince you
to start using sunscreen.
What are you doing anyway?
You know, nobody's sunbathes anymore.
You can get skin cancer.
Really?
And here I was just working on my cirrhosis.
I like sunbathing.
Reminds me of when I was young and cared.
God, we had a yard just like this,
when you were a teeny tiny butt.
(sighs) Your dad would go to work,
and I'd take you out to play in the yard,
and I'd strut around in my young tan body.
(chuckles) God, I thought I was so old then.
It's true What they say.
You don't know how good you have it.
And we had it good back then.
Not like this pile of shit existence we have now.
Mom.
I know how hard you've worked this time to stay sober.
Please, don't just throw it all away.
What are you doing?
Looking for the hateful bitch I raised.
You think you can fool me with that high pitched sweetness?
Mommy, I want you to get well
so we can share our lives together!
Puke.
And you're here to help?
Fuck the both of you.
"Mom, let's get you well!"
Bunch of shit.
Sober and docile, that's how ya want me.
Oh, I'm sorry, Mom.
Are you not getting enough attention lately?
So, what are we supposed to do, Mom?
Just sit here and watch you
- drink yourself to death? - No!
Then what?
I just need to come down slow.
I'm sorry, what does that mean?
- It means she wants us to watch her try and kill herself.
I need 24 hours to taper off.
- Taper off? - Evan.
Look.
I can't go cold turkey, and I can't go to treatment.
I can...
I can do this.
I just need a little help.
- That's it? - That's it.
That's it.
So, then what do you need us for?
To keep me honest.
Are you seriously considering this?
All right.
(mellow rock music)
All right?
All right what?
All right, I'll help.
(Evan chuckles)
[Evan] Fuck you!
That went well.
Shut up, Mom.
(mellow rock music)
♪ Maybe we can change our world around ♪
♪ Maybe we can raise the shorter ground ♪
(hand knocking)
♪ The time we have may never come around ♪
♪ The time we have can truly be right now ♪
Hi, I'm.
Quiet.
I'm sorry, what?
Please just be quiet.
Oh, okay.
(Evan laughs)
Goddammit.
Is there a problem?
Yes, you see, this,
all of this is a problem.
This.
- Yeah, a strange man skulking about my sister's house,
eating a bag of candy, licking a broken sucker.
It's disconcerting!
And with the way the rest of today has gone,
I'm sure there's a perfectly good explanation for it.
- There is. - You see,
the point is, I don't want to hear it, okay?
So, please just shut up.
Lita!
(footsteps pattering)
Hi.
Friend of yours?
- Are you telling me that you don't know this guy?
Micah!
Oh God, it's so good to see you.
This is the friend I was telling you about.
These are my kids, Lita and Evan.
Oh, it's so exciting!
You can finally put a face to some of the stories.
- Can I go now? - No.
Mom, who is this guy?
This is my sponsor.
Kind of.
What does that mean, kind of?
Okay, was my sponsor.
Till the mighty monster reared its ugly head, as they say.
Who says that?
- Oh, you see, it's reference to our addiction.
Right.
- I guess you could say we fell victim to its enchantments.
You relapsed with your sponsor?
Kind of.
- I mean. - we smoked a little grass.
We got stoned and...
And what?
Well. (chuckles)
Things got a little personal, and I just thought.
Jesus Christ, what's the big deal?
We had sex.
(Evan laughs)
(hand knocking)
Anyway.
Micah thought it best we end our relationship
as sponsor and sponsee.
Oh, how responsible of him.
That's all.
I mean, my trouble has always been with the booze.
So smoking a little weed, fucking, what's the big deal?
Right, so why is he here?
- What are you doing here? - I called him.
What?
Why did you call him?
What do you mean, he's my sponsor.
He's here to help.
He's your junkie fuck buddy, Mom.
(hand knocking)
Should I, should I get that?
- Like I said, we just smoked a little grass.
I think the term junkie is, well, a little over the top.
Can we all agree on that?
Why do you keep saying that
"we just smoked a little grass"?
Isn't that frowned upon in your little God cult?
- It's not a cult, it's AA and people relapse.
Don't make it sound so weird.
Recovery has its ups and downs.
We try not to judge.
- Well, that worked out very nice for you, didn't it?
Look, can we just start over?
I mean, we're all here for Carlee, right?
- No, Micah, I'm here because Carlee is my mom,
and this is our dysfunctional family tradition.
As for you,
your motives are not entirely clear to me just yet.
(hand knocking)
(mellow rock music)
- You know what, I'm just gonna, I'm gonna get that.
(door creaking)
- Addie. - Hi.
(door creaking) (door thudding)
Is everything okay?
Everything's fine, how are you?
(sighs) You know, just another day
in the life at the Young house.
(Addie laughs)
How'd you find me?
Seriously?
Right, stupid question.
Look, I'm sorry about how we left things.
About that.
I made us an appointment for Monday morning.
An appointment?
To see a doctor.
I was told there's a chance we could
hear the baby's heartbeat.
I want you to come with me.
Addie.
Look, after you left this morning,
I had some time to think,
and I realized my big reveal didn't go exactly as planned.
I was just hoping for some
- profound reaction from you. - And I failed you miserably.
- True, but, you know, somehow I'd forgotten
when I found out, I spent the entire day in the bathroom,
eating French fries and sugar cookies.
I was staring at 10 different home pregnancy tests,
hoping for one of them to say something different.
(sighs) And then I went for a walk, and somehow the panic
started feeling like something hopeful.
And suddenly I could feel myself smiling,
and I damn near mapped out the rest of my life
in a few seconds using the future milestones of this speck
that's taken up residence in my uterus.
So, I thought if you and the speck
had a proper introduction,
things might go a little easier for all of us.
Addie, I.
- Hey, fuckface, either you or your psycho girlfriend
needs to call me and let me know how to get my ring back.
Oh, hey Patty.
I think I'm going to need your help with something.
Okay.
Great.
(Evan sighs)
(mellow rock music)
(door creaking)
(Evan sighs) (door thuds)
(footsteps pattering)
So, what happened to your baby mama?
- She hit her crazy threshold and had to leave.
I see.
Does she know that lunacy is hereditary?
What's going on here, Lita?
It's a fucking trap, you know.
What?
- Love, it's a deceiving dopamine ride that fools us all.
(liquor splashing)
It doesn't last.
Not for me.
Not for you, not for Mom, and certainly not our father.
(Evan sighs)
(thermos lid screwing)
Maybe he got it right.
Who, Dad?
Dad got dead, Lita.
I don't think that could be right.
Should I be worried?
- Why, for invoking the memory of our dead father?
You're the one who's gone all cats in the cradle today.
Should I be concerned about you?
Does your girlfriend know
that you think fatherhood might make you a suicide case?
- Are you gonna tell me what's going on here or not?
Long or short?
Let's try the short.
I've been having an affair,
and now I'm being blackmailed by Kiki.
Who the fuck is Kiki?
- Just another bitch trying to cure mediocrity, I guess.
That's what it's gonna take.
You gotta go to meetings.
- All right, I've got to take a little trip,
and I need you to come with me.
Where are you taking her?
- None of your business guy nobody gives a shit about.
Okay.
What do you mean okay?
This is a relaxed, safe environment for your mom.
If she's not gonna admit herself into a
credible detox program, then I think she needs to stay here.
- Well, Mom says she wants to detox herself.
I've got some place to be, Evan's coming with me,
and, frankly, I don't feel comfortable leaving her here
with Mr. Let-Me-Get-You-Stoned-And-Fuck sponsor.
That's not fair.
That only happened the once.
Three times.
What?
Three times we made love and got stoned.
- I meant to say, your mom was the only person
that ever happened with.
Why are you looking at me as if that's
supposed to make me feel better?
Mom, come on, we need to go.
If she's going, I'm going.
Fuck you, Micah.
I didn't ask you, and I don't want you.
Your mom has a rough night ahead of her,
and I am the only one here who has any experience
with this sort of thing.
Experience, is that what you call it?
You are not coming.
Well, at least let your mother decide.
I need Micah with me.
I don't think I can do this without him.
Fine, for Christ's sake, let's just go.
Come on.
(groans) Where are we goin', baby?
- [Lita] Going to have a little chin wag with Kiki.
(mellow rock music)
♪ The blessings came in waves ♪
What are we doing out here again?
Boy trouble.
What?
Lita's got herself a boyfriend
who already has a girlfriend.
I don't have a boyfriend,
and he doesn't have a girlfriend.
So, who's Kiki?
An extortionist.
I'm confused.
Everyone just shut up, okay?
I cannot remember what this place looks like
in the daylight.
Maybe you should pop a couple more pills
and have another drink.
Could help refresh your memory.
(tires screeching)
- "Maybe you should pop a couple more pills."
Listen, Micah.
I know you think you found enlightenment
after a lifetime of drinking and fucking and drugging,
but the rest of us just have to suffer through it, okay?
- I've seen around a few corners, is all I'm saying.
Fuck you and your tired ass platitudes.
Start a Twitter feed.
I'm sure there are plenty of lost souls
looking for your cookie cutter comfort.
- I don't think your family is a very positive influence
on your recovery.
♪ Tomorrow sway with the symphony ♪
♪ Make as much noise and be as we wanna be ♪
♪ Losing my hopes, hands in a canopy ♪
♪ Feel your it, play what's inside of me ♪
♪ La, da, da, da, da ♪
♪ La, da, da, da, da, da ♪
Oh, fuck.
[Carlee] What?
They're coming.
Get down, Mom.
♪ The fields of glory's now ♪
Jesus Christ, Lita.
What?
Did you check that kid's ID?
He's not a kid.
He's very mature.
Is he?
'Cause this looks like his parents' house.
Are you having sex with a kid
who lives with his parents, Lita?
Oh, give me a break.
There are 40-year-old men who still live with their parents.
I think that's fine.
I mean, sometimes kids stay with their parents
until they're done with college, you know.
It doesn't mean they shouldn't have a healthy sex life.
Wow, Mom, great point.
What a lying sack of shit?
"I think I love you."
That's what he told me this morning.
He begged me not to end it.
I mean, begged me.
And I was like, "You know what?
"This thing between us, it's over."
That's a super positive life change you
made right there, honey.
I'm sure your kids and your husband
are gonna be real proud when you tell 'em that story.
Goddammit.
Well, here is your Mother of the Year award.
Is he praying?
Are you praying?
Hey, dipshit.
As soon as you're done talking to God
or whoever the fuck you have on the other line there,
can you please make sure that Carlee gets her next fix?
Where the hell are you going?
I'm gonna go have a conversation
with this nice young man and his lady friend.
You believe me?
Not really.
Ah, he's smarter than he looks.
Just that one drink, got it?
I need you to come with me.
You could ask.
- Could you pretty fucking please come with me?
Sure, since you're being so polite.
(mellow rock music)
(car doors thudding)
Why do I get the feeling
I should be calling the police right now?
(chuckles) I wouldn't.
What do you mean, why not?
I think by the time they get here,
you will already be an accomplice.
(mellow rock music)
(leaves rustling)
What are you doing?
Quiet, I think they're in the bedroom.
So what?
- So, I'm gonna sneak in and get my things, so we can go.
Why don't we just knock on the door
and say, "Hey, asshole, give me my shit"?
They're fucking thieves, Evan.
You think they're just gonna give me back my things?
- Aw fuck. - What?
That kind of makes sense actually.
Come on.
(mellow rock music)
(couple moaning)
- Wait. - What?
What if his parents are home?
Oh.
- Why are you looking at me like that's a weird question?
Why is that a weird question?
(mellow rock music)
[Lita] It's open.
- Okay. - Come on.
- (door creaking) - I'm not going in there.
I need you to keep a lookout.
(door creaking)
Fuck.
(mellow rock music)
- What does she think she's gonna do anyway?
Lita?
Who knows?
She's always been a bit.
Like you?
I was gonna say crazy,
but I guess she is a little bit like me.
- Have you thought any more about letting me
- take you to see a doctor? - No!
Hell no.
- You're not gonna make this easy for me, are you?
The Lord is a cunning advisor.
Always finding a way to use my transgressions as a guide.
What transgressions?
- When you took the pledge, I was in a bad way.
I should've never agreed to be your sponsor.
I'm just sorry, is all.
For what?
For taking advantage of you.
For taking advantage of me?
(laughs) Don't flatter yourself.
It's not like I was some 16-year-old girl on prom night.
You trusted me.
And I...
I trusted you to eat my pussy.
And the only thing I hold against you
is your average, at best.
(mellow guitar music)
What is it?
- It's one of the best memories I have of being sober.
Ah, hey.
Look, I mean, it'll get better.
You'll have new memories, better memories.
You don't get it.
I Was clear-headed for the first time in years,
and making love to you is the best thing I
can remember doing.
Let's just concentrate on getting you
sober right now, okay?
Yeah.
Sure.
(mellow guitar music)
(heels clacking)
Kiki Wasentope?
Is that her real name?
21, she's fuckin' 21.
Yeah, well, how old's what's his name?
Bodie?
I don't know.
- Can we get what we came for and get the fuck outta here?
(pills rattling)
Oh, I got it.
Well, good, come on, let's go.
(pills rattling)
What now?
Where's my ring?
(pills rattling)
Oh my God.
- I think it's probably time to get going now.
Not without my fuckin' ring.
(footsteps pattering)
Who the fuck are you?
I'm recompense, little girl.
Who?
Lita, what the hell is going on?
Lita.
Oh, this is that older lady you've been banging
for her kicker stash.
Is that my ring?
Um, uh.
Did you just fuck her with my ring on?
See, I told you it was weird.
(mellow guitar music) (Evan laughs)
Hey, Lita.
I know we don't have like a safe word or anything, but, um.
Shut up, Evan.
(mellow rock music)
So, what you're gonna burn my shit?
That's right.
Along with your phone, bedazzled case,
drugs, paraphernalia, and an assortment of other
hard to replace items.
Lita, you don't want to do this.
- You're right, Bodie, I don't want to do this.
I don't even want to be here.
What I want is my ring back.
Why?
What do you mean why?
It's my ring, it's a goddamn symbol of love, okay?
Right, look at you.
You're not jonesing for any symbol, sweetheart.
What are you missing most right now?
Your Oxys or your emblem of affection?
(mellow rock music)
Hey lady, you think this is just a big misunderstanding?
You think that boys that look like Bodie are hot for mommy?
Give me a break.
You jealous, Kiki?
Of you, get the fuck out of here.
Let me ask you something.
When he asked you to put my ring on,
did you think it was just some spontaneous decision
or that maybe he'd been pondering it for a bit?
What'd you think, Kiki, it was just some casual kink?
Did he ask you to turn the lights off, Kiki?
Enough!
I told you, lady,
you want the bling back show me the beans.
Okay, I have no idea what that means,
but let me make this real clear.
You give me my ring, and I won't burn all your shit.
(mellow rock music)
So, no more junkie housewives, right?
It's gonna take like a month to scrub
that granny smell off your cock?
(mellow rock music)
Ah!
(hands slamming) (body thudding)
(women grunting)
Guys, seriously.
If you mess up the lawn, my mom is gonna get pissed.
(women grunting) (mellow rock music)
Get off!
(hand whacks) (Bodie groans)
(flame roars)
No, dude, that's my stuff!
That's not cool, man.
(mellow rock music)
(lips blowing)
(mellow rock music)
You all right?
Yeah, I think so.
I just knocked the crooked smile right off her fuckin' face.
Did you see that?
Yeah.
You do know that everything that happened just then
was totally insane, right?
Yeah, I know.
(mellow rock music)
(pills rattling)
Should we call Vincent?
What, no?
- You just look like you need to talk to somebody, is all.
So, you think I should call my husband?
I just got in a fight with my boyfriend's girlfriend.
I don't know how much you know about marriage,
but that's not usually celebrated behavior.
(mellow guitar music)
You missin' somethin'.
Oh, shit.
(Lita laughs)
I forgot about that.
(mellow guitar music)
(crickets chirping)
(car door clicks)
[Evan] Mom, come on.
(Carlee groans)
All right, here we go.
Okay.
How you doin'?
(sighs) Oh, a little tired.
Thirsty.
Can I get you something?
I'll get something in a little bit.
(Carlee sighs)
Where'd you get this?
- I don't know, I feel like I've always had it.
Oh my God.
What the hell happened to me?
(gentle music)
(chuckles) I remember when I told your dad I was pregnant.
It was the first time I'd seen fear on a man's face.
I mean, he was smiling but
his eyes were just dancing around in his skull.
Out, out, let me out! (chuckles)
Sometimes I swear I could hear him scream
from inside his skin.
What a prick.
20 years ago, I would have hated me.
I would have hated me for the exact same reason
I hated your father, for looking at me the way he did.
Mom. (sighs)
I'm gonna be a father.
(laughs) What?
That's great!
What?
It's not great.
That's me.
I'm sorry, what's you?
The dancing eyed prick.
You just described the last 24 hours of my life.
(crickets chirping)
Oh, Evan.
Shut the fuck up.
Why is it humans are hard wired to try to and one-up
their mothers and fathers in all their ambitions,
except for parenthood?
Your dad and I were shit at child rearing,
but that doesn't mean you have to be.
Look, let me tell you something.
We all start out our lives as fuck-ups.
And then, at some point in the maturing process,
we just start to dwell on our mistakes.
Then you realize you've got one or two ways to go.
You can clean yourself up, work your ass off,
show the world what you've got,
or you can take the nearest exit and run, like hell.
Your dad took the nearest exit, a permanent escape.
And I've spent the last 20 years pickled in my own filth,
and then just patting myself on the back for not being dead.
Are you trying to tell me something?
Yeah, fight or flight, son.
Your dad and I both flew, but...
We did it in different ways, but we both ran.
Look, you can compare yourself to me,
your father and even your sister,
and in some cases, you'd be right.
But you scraped me up off the pavement
of a dark, filthy alley this morning,
and this afternoon you set fire to a complete stranger's
belongings to protect your sister.
And now you're contemplating your shortcomings
as a man and possibly a father.
It doesn't sound like somebody lookin' to run.
(gentle music)
(wine splashing)
Where's Mom?
- [Micah] I think Evan took her to lie down.
Hmm.
You know the hardest part about living with an addict?
Sober or using?
[Lita] Either.
What's that?
The responsibility, it's exhausting.
Oh, look at you shaking your head.
The mind of the blameless addict at work, right?
Lita, it's a disease.
Oh, I know all about the sacred disease.
The past, present and future all indemnified
by your illness, right?
That's oversimplifying.
(laughs) Well, fuck that.
Amnesty for all, that's what I say.
- You know, I think the Lord might be trying
to tell you something right now.
I hope you're wise enough to listen.
Yeah?
Well, God and I are kind of on the outs right now,
so you know.
You really believe all that God shit?
Most of it, yeah.
You pray to keep yourself sober?
- I talk to the Lord to find strength, yes.
What about now, you talking to God now?
Like you said, sometimes you just wanna
smoke a little grass.
No big deal, right?
(lighter clicking)
- I've learned over the years that cynicism
is a reliable ally for a strong mind set adrift.
(Lita laughs)
I'm gonna need a Rosetta stone
because I don't speak fuck-head, crazy brainwashed, okay?
You want a hit or what?
Lita, you're high!
- (exhales) I'm not high, Micah, I'm fucked up.
And you know what, I feel great.
Responsibility and guilt have faded into what
feels like a balmy day of wonder and surprise.
Emotionally, I have nearly forgotten my dipso mom,
and what it might mean for her to walk in here
and find me with this glass of wine and this cheap ass swag.
I have forgotten almost every lie I've ever told my husband,
and that is saying a lot!
And I am grateful that he's off with our kid
while I sit here in the kitchen
with some bible-thumping degenerate,
listening to him go on and on about his savior
while he eyeballs my cunt like it's his last meal
on his dying day.
(chuckles) Lita.
I think I better check on your mom.
Oh yeah, you better.
You know what, can I ask you something before you go?
(Micah sighs)
Sure.
You eat pussy or what?
(crickets chirping)
(mellow guitar music)
When did that start?
[Carlee] I don't know.
♪ I am a heartbeat ♪
Mom.
I'm fine.
You know what, he wasn't as bad as I made him out to be.
Who?
Your father.
I always made him out to be such an asshole but...
The truth is, he was just sad.
He was just sad, and he couldn't hide it anymore.
Mom.
You need to understand this.
Your dad loved you, and he loved your sister.
Come on, let's go get you some water.
(mellow rock music)
♪ I'll be your second and save you to the wasting little ♪
♪ I've been thinking of ♪
(couple moaning softly)
(couple moaning)
Oh shit. (grunts)
[Lita] That was a bad idea.
Who the fuck are you?
Wouldn't you like to know.
There she is.
There's that hateful bitch I raised.
Is she all right?
- She's fine, she just needs a glass of water.
Jesus, don't touch her, okay?
- Carlee, when was the last time you had a drink?
I told you, she's just thirsty.
No, I mean something with booze in it.
- Maybe sometime before we left this afternoon.
Carlee, you need to drink this.
Mom.
(somber rock music)
- [Lita] Wait, she's drying out, isn't that good?
She can't just quit cold turkey.
This is crazy.
I'm calling 911.
[Carlee] No.
- Mom, Mom, Mom, Mom. - It's too late.
- Mom. - What's too late?
[Evan] What's happening?
Try to get her on her side.
[Evan] What's going on?
[Micah] She's having a seizure.
- Your mom is having a seizure. - What do we do?
- Let it pass. - Why?
[Micah] Yeah, that's it!
(somber rock music)
(Carlee grunts)
Lita, what kind of pills you got?
Uh.
- What do you got? - I don't know.
Some Oxys, Vicodin, Valium.
Give me a Valium.
(pills rattling)
Hang in there, baby, hang in there.
Hang in there.
All right, okay, calm down.
(Micah whispers)
All right, that should keep her muscles relaxed for a while.
Hopefully she won't seize again.
Not till we get her to a hospital anyway.
No doctors.
She needs to be monitored and medicated.
You heard her.
- What are the chances that she'll have another seizure
if she's on medication?
You people are lunatics, you know that?
What are the chances?
I have no idea.
I'm not a fucking doctor!
[Lita] Out of corners, huh?
(Micah laughs)
Are you leaving?
I am not gonna stay here
and watch the two of you kill your mother.
Besides, I think I won't be of much help
to this family anymore.
Please tell your mom I'll pray for her.
Please don't.
I'll tell her.
(somber rock music)
[Micah] Thanks.
(somber rock music)
♪ I could almost swear my arm gets colder with the air ♪
♪ And it gets hard to say the things that I don't mean ♪
♪ I can almost see when I'm looking back at me ♪
♪ The point at which I felt my faith break free ♪
♪ As I shook beneath my bones ♪
♪ I felt your arms around my throat ♪
♪ You said please ♪
♪ I don't believe ♪
♪ Anything ♪
(crickets chirping)
Hey, old man.
I see you flickering out there,
so something tells me you still care.
God, you missed one hell of a celebration today.
I mean, did you think you'd miss all this
when you were wrapping that leather belt around your neck?
What, too soon?
(Evan sighs)
Look, I think this might be the last time we talk
for a while, so there's some things I want
to get off my chest, okay?
I think I'm done with you.
I mean, I'm done hating,
I'm done searching for meanings in your photos
and heartbreaking missives.
I'm done talking to the sky, looking for some kind of
temporary band-aids.
Somehow, I gotta find a way
to live with seeing you in the mirror from time to time.
I gotta stop doubting every thing that I love,
every decision I make.
'Cause...
'Cause you live here, too.
I mean, I know this is more of a one-sided conversation,
but I'm just hoping we can come to an understanding,
you and I.
I don't know, maybe give me like a hard flutter,
some kind of sign of the meeting of the minds.
Something.
Anything.
(mellow rock music)
(car humming) (tires rumbling)
(mellow rock music)
(car door thudding)
♪ I've been busy filling up pages ♪
You know,
I think I can feel gravity right now.
Right, how much have you had to drink?
I haven't had a drink since...
I don't know, I can't, I can't remember.
Hmm.
♪ I've been busy giving up silos ♪
So, I'm sittin' here, right,
I'm thinking I'm about to fly away, you know,
past those clouds, peeling back the atmosphere.
So, I can hover someplace above that star.
You mean that star? (laughs)
Yeah, that star.
And this pebble stabs me in the palm of my hand.
Yeah, I know.
I think I'm bleeding, what do you think?
I don't know.
Maybe a little, it's hard to tell.
Mm, stupid thing.
So, it prevents me from performing a full blown miracle.
Unbelievable.
I know, right?
I'm sorry.
So, was this seen as an achievement due to your new success
or are we talking about failure here?
You know, it's hard to tell.
Failure is kind of a majestic albatross, don't you think?
Nah, one thing's for sure, I'm keeping this thing.
As a reminder.
Reminder of what?
Everything.
What, is that too cheesy?
You're so dramatic.
(laughs) It's true, I am guilty of that.
Hey, can I ask you something?
Of course.
What the hell are you doin' here?
What do you mean?
How do you always know when I need you?
♪ I will come to you empty ♪
♪ With no one else around ♪
(upbeat rock music)
♪ I've been getting rid of the exes ♪
♪ Holding on tight to the rest ♪
(crickets chirping)
(body plopping) (shoes thudding)
Vincent?
Yeah, it's me.
Where's Mom?
Not sure.
Fuck, where's my phone?
It's on the nightstand.
Who the fuck is Kiki?
(soft rock music)
What's the suitcase for, Vincent?
Are you going somewhere?
No, Lita, you are.
No.
We can fix this.
We?
(chuckles) We?
I can fix this.
Just tell me what I need to do.
You can leave.
That's not.
That's not what's happening
- here, okay? - Lita, please, just go.
Just listen to me.
I'm done listening to you, Lita.
- Tell me what I can-- - Lita, it's time to go!
You listen.
Just shut the fuck up and listen to me!
(soft rock music)
(soft vocal rock music)
(Lita sniffling)
(soft knocking)
(car door thudding)
He's not gonna answer, you know.
I know.
He just. (sighs)
He needs to take care of himself for a little while.
Why, don't you think he's happy
trying to take care of the two of us?
(women laughing)
So, now what?
(Lita sniffles)
I don't know, Mom.
- Well, there's a little church down the road
that's gonna be serving watered-down coffee and pastries.
Some of those cult members you mentioned yesterday.
Starts in about an hour.
You wanna go?
You want me to go to a meeting?
- No, I just thought maybe you'd want to keep me company.
What do you say?
(bird warbling)
(mellow rock music)
(engine revving)
♪ Can't walk how far my troubles have taken me ♪
♪ They've entered my blood ♪
♪ Can't breathe that fast ♪
♪ My hatred is the water that fills up my lungs ♪
♪ Can't walk that far, my feet will not take me ♪
♪ To where I don't believe it ♪
♪ Can't breathe that fast ♪
♪ My lungs are on fire with every breath ♪
♪ The birds are circling over my head ♪
♪ Oh, over my head ♪
♪ Taking me for dead ♪
♪ The birds are circling over my head ♪
♪ Oh, over my head ♪
♪ Taking me for dead ♪
♪ I can't walk that far, my legs are all breaking ♪
♪ I can't taste my sweat ♪
♪ Can't breathe that fast ♪
♪ The voices don't know, just ask me to quit ♪
♪ Can't walk that far, when the blackbird circles ♪
♪ No, it can't be good ♪
♪ Can't breathe that fast ♪
♪ My lungs are on fire with every breath ♪
♪ The birds are circling over my head ♪
♪ Oh, over my head ♪
♪ Taking me for dead ♪
♪ The birds are circling over my head ♪
♪ Oh, over my head ♪
♪ Taking me for dead ♪
♪ The blackbirds are falling out of the sky ♪
♪ Today, I will not die ♪
♪ No, I still have my will ♪
♪ The blackbirds are falling out of the sky ♪
♪ Today, I will not die ♪
♪ No, I still have my will ♪
♪ The blackbirds are falling out of the sky ♪
♪ Today, I will not die ♪
♪ No, I still have my will ♪
(vibrant rock music)