Trash, as in trailer trash...
They're 20 minutes late with my Vioxx again.
- Trash? - Why not? That's what you are.
- That's what you've always... Ramona?
- I'm in such pain.
Ramona?
Ugh, I'm in such agony.
I wish the good Lord would take me soon.
Ramona!
So, how are things at home with you and Rico?
He's still acting crazy?
I don't know what's up with him,
but he definitely has a bug up his ass.
Mid-life crisis.
He's too young for that.
Oh, honey, men start having their mid-life crisis
in their early 20s, and they keep on having them
every three to five years after that.
You're gonna have to eat more than this, Mrs. Kippleman.
Oh, shit.
Oh, now what?
Vanessa, she's got no pulse.
Oh, shit.
She's a full cold?
I don't know.
Come on, Edith, come on.
A world-class complainer like you
isn't gonna give up that easy.
How about these?
The green pants.
Actually, these are olive.
I can get myself dressed, you know?
- I'm just trying to help. - Did I ask for your help?
No.
Then what the hell are you doing in my room?
Hey!
You don't talk to David that way.
You'd better start showing some respect around here.
Or what, you're gonna put me in jail?
- What did you say? - Let her go.
We've got to start setting some serious boundaries with her.
Look at all the shit she's had to deal with in her life,
not to mention the past couple of months.
She's nine.
- I know how old she is. - I'm just saying--
You want to pick a fight with me this morning?
No. Do you really want to pick a fight with a nine-year-old
about her attitude?
This morning I do.
Well, too fucking bad.
I know you're nervous about your old man coming to visit,
but I don't have to let you take it out on Taylor,
or me!
It's half past nine.
So?
Let me sleep late.
It's the last enjoyment I'll know
before I become another cog in the wheel,
making mocha lattes for the people who have a life.
Don't you think that's a little dramatic?
Not really.
Can I make you something to eat?
No. No, thanks.
You never eat a decent breakfast anymore.
This is a glass of orange juice, this is an apple.
That's two of my daily servings of fruit
recommended by the USDA.
Claire, are you depressed?
I'm not even gonna answer that question.
Well, whatever you're going through,
I hope you don't blame me!
Hey, I was just calling you.
What, you can be late all you want,
but I'm not allowed to be?
Whoa, calm down.
Why? I'm pissed off.
I get pissed off sometimes, I have a right to express it.
Well, express it to somebody else,
because I gotta run.
Brenda and I are having a meeting with Rabbi Ari.
Oh, you're thinking of converting?
Ah, maybe.
What? I'm already circumcised.
Anything I need to be aware of here?
Yes, I did a pickup this morning at Bay Breeze.
Another referral from Vanessa.
Great, another chance for Rico to act like
we owe our entire livelihood to him.
Hello, Mr. Fisher? - Dave,
- you gotta lighten up, man.
Can I help you?
Are you Nathaniel Fisher?
No, he's deceased--
Oh, wait a minute, that's me.
I'm Nathaniel Fisher, Junior.
Consider yourself served.
Oh, shit.
Who was that?
You remember Mrs. Collins?
That waitress who got locked in the walk-in overnight?
No, the wife of the guy who fell off the boat,
got sliced up by the propeller?
Oh, yeah, the bargain hunter.
She wanted to see the body.
You didn't.
- She made me. - Nate--
And now she's suing us for emotional distress
to the tune of half a million dollars.
Fuck!
There's an ashtray over there somewhere.
You should really clean this car out sometime, you know.
What the fuck is this?
Oh, it's some creepy thing
my Aunt Sarah sent me for my birthday.
I don't know what happened,
'cause usually she has pretty good taste.
It's filled with some nasty Chinese holistic herb-shit.
News flash, these aren't Chinese herbs.
They're not?
These are 'shrooms.
My aunt sent me mushrooms?
Whatever you thought you were doing tomorrow,
plan on blowing it off.
What's wrong with today?
I have a date with Mr. Schussler.
Mr. Schussler, the vocational arts teacher?
Yeah.
And you can't fuck for shit when you're on 'shrooms.
Marriage is a profound experience,
that can deeply enrich your life,
and even bring you closer to God.
But our culture has many misconceptions about it,
like, marriage will cure loneliness.
Or that most of our satisfactions in life
should come from our partner,
or that good sex means good marriage.
The truth is that marriage is different for different people.
So, in this and our next five sessions,
we'll talk about what marriage means to you.
I'm curious,
have you ever been married?
- No, I haven't. - Oh.
But I have counseled many couples in my congregation,
both before, during, and after marriage,
and the one thing I can say without hesitation
is you cannot have a good marriage without honesty.
Well, yeah.
That kind of goes without saying, doesn't it?
Are you completely honest with each other?
You don't have to answer that right now.
It's just something to think about for next week.
Would you like some cucumber salad?
No, thank you.
I made more than enough.
I reading paper.
Fine.
Nikolai...
Yuri.
Take it, go ahead, take it!
I'll be back,
like Terminator, no?
What is he?
Did he threaten you?
Mind your own business, woman!
Okay, can I just say that I think that total honesty
is not always the best thing.
You know, what about privacy?
What about trying to maintain the mystery of a relationship?
And sometimes, sometimes truth is irrelevant.
Brenda, I did something stupid.
I'm listening.
The trip to Seattle, my friend Lisa?
I slept with her, she's pregnant.
I don't even know how to respond to something like this.
Well, what do you feel?
I don't know what I feel, I don't feel anything.
I feel numb.
When were you planning on telling me?
I'm telling you now.
What do you expect me to do with this information?
- I don't-- - I mean, Christ, Nate!
This whole wedding thing scares the shit out of me,
but I've been trying to make myself believe
that we could actually...
Ah.
Almost done.
Okay.
Okay, then.
How bad is it?
Your brother showed her the body?
Yes.
It was in pretty bad shape, huh?
Yes.
Here's what I think.
I think she's got a pretty air-tight case.
I think that you guys are more or less fucked.
She made him show her the body.
And I can certainly argue that point.
But, David, she was under duress.
And this woman is going to describe in great detail
exactly what she saw when she is up on the stand.
On top of that, she's hired herself
a very aggressive law firm that nobody likes to mess with.
So, I think that we should try to settle.
How much money do you guys have?
Hey, sorry I was late.
Where were you?
I was with Brenda, I just lost track of the time,
we're right in the middle of something pretty intense.
Do you have any idea how much trouble we are in
because of this lawsuit?
Look, I have things I gotta deal with right now.
Yeah, I have a life, too!
I have a kid now!
But at least I try to keep it separate from the business
that you seem so hellbent on flushing down
the fucking toilet!
- David-- - We are fucked, Nate!
And you fucked us.
I'm just afraid that my daughter's suffering
from depression and I don't know what I should do.
Well, most teenagers suffer from mild depression
at one time or another.
Is that true?
Well, true enough.
But I'm pretty familiar with clinical depression,
and I just don't see Claire suffering from that.
You don't?
Look, Claire is, uh, she's the kind of person
that needs her life to be meaningful.
And I'm sure you know this better than I do.
No, I don't feel as though I do.
And by the way, who doesn't need their life to be meaningful?
You'd be surprised.
She has no idea how easy she's had it!
You want to know what you can do
to be more supportive of Claire right now?
Of course, that's why I'm here, I think.
This is a brochure for LAC Arts.
Um... I think Claire should think about going there.
It's a great school for someone with her creativity.
You really don't think she's depressed?
I don't.
But can I speak candidly?
Please.
I think it's possible that you might be.
Hey, it's me,
leaving another goddamn message on your voicemail.
Listen, uh...
I really need to talk, I'm...
Billy, goddammit, I need you!
I really need you.
Goddammit, where the fuck are you?
On the tennis courts, top-seeded...
Mr. Charles, hey.
It's good to see you again.
You met me when Keith brought me down to San Diego last...
Well, it's been over a year ago--
I know who you are.
David!
Hey, Lucille, I'm sorry I'm so late.
Guess I missed dinner, huh?
I left you a plate in the microwave.
Thank you.
Hey, you're home.
I'm sorry I'm so late. Did you get my--
Where's Taylor?
Brushing her teeth.
Did she floss first?
Yes, I watched her.
Listen, I put fresh linens on.
Extra blankets in the hall closet.
Keith, your mother and I would like to have a word with you.
Can't it wait until morning?
No, I don't think it can.
I can leave the room, if you'd like.
I don't care if you're here for this or not.
Keith, we'd like to take Taylor home with us
when we go back to San Diego.
What, for a visit?
No, to live.
Why?
This isn't any of your concern, sir.
- I'm sorry, but I think it is-- - No, David.
Let's hear him out.
Well, for one,
we have a yard big enough for her to play in.
We'll be able to spend more time with her.
And we'll be able to offer her more...
stability.
It's what's best for the child and you know it.
Fine.
I think the mirror on the handle
- is the fat mirror.
- Look. I think you're right.
Oh, my gosh...
Ari. Hi.
I'm sorry to just drop in like this so late,
but I was in the neighborhood, well, nearby,
speaking to somebody who's interested
in arranging a funeral.
His own, actually. What do you call that?
A pre-need.
Right.
So, I was wondering if you would be willing to help him?
Yeah, sure, just give me his name and number,
I'll call him first thing tomorrow.
Okay.
Are you alright?
Yeah, I'm great.
Okay, that's bullshit.
I'm coming in and you're gonna offer me something to drink.
Wow.
That is a lot for her to absorb.
Yeah, well, she already knew about the AVM.
But I just told her about the baby today.
You said we'd never have a good marriage without honesty.
I did say that, didn't I?
Yep.
Why do you think you have so much trouble
being honest with Brenda?
I don't think it's particular to Brenda.
Well, with women, then.
I don't have any trouble being honest with you.
I'm a rabbi, Nate.
Well, you don't look like a rabbi.
I am a rabbi.
Unavailable to you, not even in your wildest dreams.
That's why you don't have trouble being honest with me.
There's nothing at stake.
How do you feel about becoming a father?
I don't know how I feel about it.
I certainly never imagined it would happen like this.
All of our actions have consequences.
We may not even be aware of them,
but they exist nevertheless.
You should consider it a blessing.
What if you had never known?
Sorry.
Just give her some time, Nate.
Time, right.
Wow, we got another one from Bay Breeze.
That's like the fourth one this year.
Yes, Federico.
I'm aware of how many referrals your wife sends our way.
Just making sure you know where the business is coming from.
Something funny about this one, David.
Funny how?
The death certificate says the cause of death
was congestive heart failure.
So, old people have their heart quit on them all the time.
Yeah, but she's got these contusions around her neck.
Old people bruise easily.
Those probably happened
while they were trying to resuscitate her.
Yeah, maybe.
Oh, what the fuck?
A hot dog?
Now, you tell me, I don't think something this big
just happened to go down the wrong way.
Is it okay if Parker spends the night at our house tonight?
Of course.
Would you like me to pick you up a frozen pizza and some videos?
Um, no, I think we're good.
Are you doing something with Nikolai tonight?
I think he's losing interest in me.
He's been spending a lot of time alone lately.
Well, Mom, he was living here with plastic casts on both legs
and peeing in a bedpan for what, like, six weeks?
What's that supposed to mean?
Just give him some space.
Guys need a lot of space.
He doesn't know how to take care of himself
and he needs my help!
If you say so.
I'm a little confused about this term, "pre-need."
It's a payment structure that allows you to--
Make the purchase before you need it.
I get that.
I may be dying. I'm not an idiot.
My question is with the choice of the word "need."
I mean, who really needs a funeral anyway?
If you're dead, you don't need shit.
Well, yes, the funeral is really
for the people you leave behind.
To help them come to terms--
What if you're not leaving anybody behind?
What if your whole fucking life
has been one big waste of time for everybody,
including yourself?
You don't know that.
Hey, I'm all for thinning out the human race.
There are just too many fucking people.
Anthrax, smallpox. I say bring it on.
You'd probably like that, huh?
Good for business.
Maybe I should just leave this information with you
and I'll come back later.
Sorry if I'm being antisocial.
Sit down.
The good rabbi went through all the trouble of setting this up.
Besides, I may not be here tomorrow.
You mind if I ask--
What I have?
Pancreatic cancer.
I'm sorry.
It's one of the worst ones you can get.
I did not know that.
Yeah.
I should be dead already.
So, this...
This is just gravy time.
It's extra frosting on the cake.
Most people last up to maybe six months tops.
Me, I've been hanging in here for over a year.
Can you fucking believe it?
I bet you never met anybody half as lucky as I am.
And you pulled this, relatively intact,
out of the deceased's airway?
That's correct.
What made you decide to look in her throat?
Well, I would've gone in there anyway,
to swab her out before I started embalming her.
- Uh-huh. - But I had my suspicions.
What made you suspicious?
The contusions around her neck.
You know, these contusions could've been made
when they tried to resuscitate her.
They could have.
But if that were the case and they tried to resuscitate,
why didn't they find the frankfurter stuck in her airway?
Well, it was stuck pretty far down, it was...
Some of these nursing homes aren't exactly up to speed
on their CPR training.
She was brought over from the Bay Breeze nursing home
- in Sherman Oaks? - That's correct.
Ah. And who tried to resuscitate her?
Wait a minute. I think I got that.
Here, it says Dolores Willits...
- And Vanessa... Dial-- Dal-- - Uh, Diaz.
Vanessa Diaz, she is my wife.
Where is Nikolai?
He's out on a delivery.
Well, tell him I stopped by and I come back later.
How much money does Nikolai owe you?
Excuse me?
How much money does Nikolai owe you?
Who are you?
I'm his friend.
His lady friend.
That's right.
It is none of your concern.
Tell me how much he owes you and I'll pay you the money.
You... will pay me the money?
Tell me how much it is.
$87,000.
Oh, my.
I had no idea it was that much.
You don't have that kind of money, do you?
As a matter of fact, I do.
You would do this for Nikolai?
Please, I'm trying to count.
Nikolai's a lucky man.
What is your name?
Ruth.
Ruth Fisher.
I would've taken a check, Ruth Fisher.
♪ Oh, no, no, no, no ♪
♪ Whoa, no, no, no... ♪
♪ No, no, no, no ♪
♪ Oh baby, I just saw the devil ♪
♪ And he's smiling at me ♪
♪ I heard my bones cry ♪
♪ Devil, why's it got to be? ♪
Well, who's this pretty little girl
who wants to join the party?
Isn't it way past your bedtime, honey?
Brenda, honey, Mommy and Daddy have company,
and you need to go back up to bed right this minute!
Margaret, you're stigmatizing
the situation for her.
No, I'm not, Bern.
♪ Why was I born? ♪
♪ Whoa ♪
Keith, you cannot let them take my baby.
Karla, they're only as far away as San Diego.
I think it's for the best.
There ain't no fucking way it's for the best!
Are you crazy?
Daddy didn't even need an excuse
to smack the shit out of me or you!
And look what that did to us.
Look what that did to you.
I don't want Taylor growing up with that shit!
But you don't mind her growing up with a mother
who's a drug addict?
I might be a drug addict, but I never hurt my child.
That's the way people raised their kids back then.
I'm sick and tired of you
blaming everything that's gone wrong in your life on Dad.
Please.
You know how the slightest little thing would set him off.
I think he's changed.
People can change.
People don't change.
They just get older, that's all.
David Fisher, how the hell are ya?!
Jesus.
Certainly not in any mood to deal with the likes of you.
Oh, honey, you could stand to work on those manners.
Hi, Nate.
I understand you boys are being sued.
Yeah, so what, you've come here to gloat?
I just wanted you to know that we are paying
poor Mrs. Collins' legal fees,
and, honey, we've got awfully deep pockets.
Y'all, this thing is gonna go on forever, and in the end,
it's gonna drag you boys down, I can guarantee you that.
Now, we are still willing to buy
this little mom and pop shop of yours
at a drastically reduced price, I'm afraid,
but I think that if you're smart,
and I'm betting that you are,
you'll go on and get out
while the getting's still halfway good.
I'm curious, Mitzi. What do you get out of this?
I like to win, honey.
That's the way I was brought up.
I hope you don't expect me to apologize for it,
'cause I'm not gonna do it.
I don't expect anything from you.
But I do wonder, at the end of the day,
when you're alone, staring at yourself in the bathroom mirror,
do you really like who you see looking back at you?
I love what I see.
See, I just don't buy that.
'Cause if you did,
you wouldn't be doing this.
You know, it's a crying shame someone as cute as you
has to be such a goddamn doom-and-gloomer.
Well, you boys think it over and let me know what you decide.
Personally, I think it's a no-brainer,
but, hey, everyone's entitled to their own opinion.
But I don't have the money.
What do you mean, you don't have the money?
Of course you have the money.
No, I don't, it's all gone.
Where did it go?
That's none of your business.
Mom.
We need that money in order to offer Mrs. Collins
some kind of settlement or we're seriously screwed.
The only time you two tell me what's going on in your lives
is when you need money!
If you'd told me this before, the money would've...
- ...been there. Now it's gone.
Um, you guys, this is my friend Parker.
Hi.
- We're just gonna be upstairs. - Bye.
I-- I give up.
That was weird.
That was totally weird.
Are they always like that?
Always.
Oh, my God, your room is so beautiful!
We should do something. What do you want to do?
Um...
I don't know, what do you want to do?
What do you feel like doing?
I feel like throwing up.
Me, too.
Is it normal?
Totally, totally.
These 'shrooms are fucking kick-ass!
Holy shit, you have a sewing machine?
Yeah, I found it in the attic.
It belonged to my dad's mom.
Let's make something!
Do you know how to use it?
Yeah! Oh my God, it's so fucking cool.
Oh my God.
People used to have to make their own clothes all the time.
People used to have to make their own soap.
Can you believe that?
People used to have to like, kill their own cows and stuff.
I really wish we could've been alive back then.
Me, too.
Hi, it's me.
I'm not here, so, talk to the machine.
Thank you for seeing me, Mrs. Collins.
I just want to apologize for the unfortunate incident
that brings us to this...
unpleasant juncture.
My brother is new to this business.
He didn't know what he was doing
when he showed you your husband's remains.
That's not my problem, is it?
No, of course not.
You were vulnerable when you asked him to do this,
and he shouldn't have.
But nevertheless, you did ask him.
What's your point?
- What's my point? - Yeah.
Do you even have one?
You know it's not my fault or my brother's fault
that you allowed your husband
to smack you around for all those years.
That's your problem.
You don't have the right to talk about my marriage.
You're the one who chose to be a doormat or a punching bag
or whatever metaphor for victimhood
you're comfortable with.
You're the one who stayed in an abusive marriage
and wasted God knows how many years of your life.
Years that you'll never get back
and that makes you furious, doesn't it?
You've probably spent your entire miserable life
blaming other people for all the mistakes you've made.
And now you want us to pay for that?
Jesus, lady, just how fucking low are you willing to sink?
This lawsuit of yours is gonna cost my family our business!
That's my point!
There!
Are you happy?
Now get out!
Get the fuck out of my house!
Yo.
Can you spare a joint?
I love halter tops!
You lookin' at my tits?
I'm talkin' to you.
Yeah, you.
You lookin' at my tits?
Oh, my God, I wish I could've lived during the Renaissance.
Those are so fucking beautiful.
I love those pants.
- So, when you walk,
it makes music, right?
See, if we live our lives the right way,
then every single thing we do becomes a work of art.
Even like the pants we wear.
Or just like the way we make our bed, you know?
Wow.
And that's the whole fucking problem with the world
right now, it's that we don't try to be creative
with every single thing we do.
Martha Stewart does.
Claire?
I thought you might be getting hungry,
so I made you girls some sandwiches.
We are so not hungry.
We'll eat them later.
Alright then.
I'll come back later to get the tray.
Mom?
Yes, dear?
Here, I made these pants for you.
Thank you, Claire.
These are lovely.
I love you, Mom.
I never tell you how much,
because I'm afraid to for some reason,
but right now I just want you to know I love you,
I think you're so beautiful.
I love you, too.
You don't know my dad, David.
He's like a pit bull when he gets his jaw
locked on something. Believe me, I know.
What happened to the Keith who knows how to fight
for something he believes in?
For something we both believe in?
This isn't that simple.
Are you taking his side because looking after Taylor
is too much of a commitment?
No, I'm taking his side because for once I think he's right.
You know what I think?
I think you're not sure that two gay men
should raise a child.
That's your shit.
Then why aren't we fighting for her?
Because they have more time to spend with her.
Oh, please.
Your father plays golf all goddamn day,
and your mother plays with her for a half-hour tops,
then pops in a video and gets on the phone.
Look, I am not ambivalent about wanting kids.
Oh, then what, you're ambivalent about wanting kids with me?
Of course not.
I just want to be ready.
Life doesn't work that way.
It just dumps things in your lap
and then you try to make the best of it.
I'm tired of talking about this.
You know what this is really about?
You're afraid of him.
Fuck you.
As much as I hate you treating me like a doormat,
it's even worse seeing your father treat you like one.
You think I treat you like a doormat?
Sometimes!
Why don't you stand up to him?
I don't think I treat you like a doormat.
Sometimes you do.
Go to sleep!
We both have to get up early.
Okay, you guys need to go now.
Okay, then.
Um...
Can I have your number?
Why, so we can date?
Late.
Hey, baby.
Hey.
So, how did it go with the police?
How do you think it went?
They kept us there all night.
They didn't even talk to us until about an hour ago.
At least they didn't arrest you.
Do you really think I could shove a hot dog
down some old lady's throat?
No! No, come on, of course not...
But you could've noticed it was there.
You know who they think did it?
The roommate, Ramona Kippleman.
But that old bitch is smart,
she's not saying anything to them.
So, that's that?
Yeah, except now thanks to you, I'm out of a job.
What?
They fired Dolores and me for negligence.
They had to hang it on somebody.
What was I supposed to do,
hide a murder so you keep some shitty job?
Of course not, Rico.
But now I have to go out
and I have to find another shitty job.
You got Julio off to school?
Yeah.
And where's Augusto?
He's taking a nap.
I'm gonna try and get some sleep before he wakes up.
Where's your friend Parker?
Oh, my God, those are so hideous.
They're not hideous in the least.
I like them, and do you want to know why?
Because my daughter whom I love very much
made them for me.
Look, that wasn't me, it was somebody else.
I may just wear these pants until the day I die!
Please, don't.
Oh, God.
What made me ever think I could be an artist?
Here, this is for you.
I don't know why I bother.
I think you have real talent, Claire.
But go ahead and throw it away,
if that's what you're set on doing.
Taylor, would you go to your room?
I need to speak to your grandparents.
Yeah, sure.
David and I talked it over,
and we've decided that Taylor's gonna stay with us
for the time being.
At least until the school year's up.
The hell you say.
Keith-- - Stay out of this, Mom.
The child is coming home
with me and your mother!
Taylor's staying here with me and David and that's final.
- You-- - Do it.
I dare you.
I was handling situation.
You stupid woman!
You have no right to talk to me this way!
You have no right!
Christ, almighty!
All right, what's going on?
Nikolai owed someone some money and I paid them back.
What?
You can't be trying to fix other people's problems
without them asking, cupcake.
You're too "co-ey," that's your problem.
-"Co-ey"? - Co-dependent.
I know what it means.
And you know something, Robbie, I hate that word.
That word is totally inappropriate here.
I'm a mother, I have a family.
And family members depend on one another.
You can't be intimately involved with someone
and not be dependent on them.
I wasn't aware that Nikolai was a member of your family.
I feel so bad about treating my mother
like shit all the time.
What makes you think you treat her like shit?
I made her these pants,
these like harlequin pants with bells on them.
Oh, my God, they're so queer,
and she's actually wearing them.
She means well.
She's just so clueless and, like...
I don't know, embarrassing.
Everyone's embarrassed by their parents.
Where's the picture of you and what's-her-name?
Jenny?
Uh, we broke up.
Oh.
You guys looked so happy.
I mean, in the photo, she always looked really happy,
I just assumed you were, like...
in it for keeps.
Yeah, well, we weren't.
What time is it?
Ah, we still have about ten minutes.
Is there, uh, anything that you'd like to talk about?
No.
Is there something you want me to talk about?
No.
No, not really.
Well, I've got some psych homework I could be doing.
So, see ya.
Would you like me to make you something to eat?
No, thanks.
Have you made any definite plans for the wedding?
Well, to be honest, there might not be a wedding.
Really and truly?
Really and truly.
What did she do?
It's not something Brenda did, it's something I did.
Well, maybe it's for the best.
Or maybe it's not for the best.
Maybe it just is.
And now I just have to live with it.
Are you sure you wouldn't like me
to make you something to eat?
Grilled cheese sandwich?
Hey.
I tried calling you.
People make mistakes, Nate.
They don't always know why they do the things they do.
You don't love this Lisa chick, do you?
No.
Good.
'Cause I still love you.
And I can't lose you.
I can't.
I need you, Nate.
As fucked up as you are,
you are the sanest thing in my life.
Let's work this out together, okay?
Okay.
I love you.