Empty Nest (1988–1995): Season 1, Episode 2 - The Check Isn't in the Mail - full transcript
All right.
Done with the paper,
done with the coffee,
and you know what that means,
Dreyfuss.
It's time to play sock.
Sock.
Sock.
Dreyfuss, we do this
every morning.
You could not possibly
have forgotten the rules.
All right,
I'll review them for you.
It's really very simple.
I shake the sock vigorously,
you grab it
with your teeth,
and you pull and you tug,
and for some reason derive
incredible satisfaction
from the whole damn thing.
All right, let's go.
One more time here.
What's going on in here?
What is this?
Look at this.
You've hardly touched your food.
It's not like you
to be picky about your diet.
Last night,
you ate a cockroach.
Hey, it's not like you
to be rude either.
It's great.
How was the drive?
It's a great car,
daddy.
Carol got herself
one terrific automobile.
It is terrific, isn't it?
Suddenly driving
is such a joy.
This is not like you
to splurge like that.
This is turning out
to be quite a week.
First the car, you
and then, this morning,
who should I get a call from
but my lovely ex-husband?
Wait a minute.
Wait. Wait.
Gary called?
What did he want?
No, please let me guess.
He has slept with every woman
in the world
and wants to start
all over again.
He wants to see me tonight
for dinner.
- What did you say?
- What...
The man gave her the five
worst years of her life.
What do you think she said?
- Yes.
- She said yes.
She said yes?
What are you, crazy?
Listen, that's
a very, very bad answer.
No was the correct choice.
What does he want?
He didn't say.
But a couple of days ago,
I ran in his friend Brad.
I happened to look terrific
that day, by the way.
And Brad mentioned
how Gary was still upset
that I kept his fancy
rowing machine in the divorce.
Maybe he wants it back.
Or maybe Brad told Gary
how great you look
and maybe Gary
wants you back.
Now... now that is crazy.
That's a very illogical leap.
That makes no sense at all.
I had
the exact same thought.
Okay, all right,
fine I mean, I don't pretend
to know much
about this stuff,
but there is one thing
I do know...
And that's what your mother
would she say, if she were here now.
What would she say?
I don't know.
But it would be good,
and she would speak for me,
and that would also be good.
And when she was finished
talking for the two of us,
you would cancel that dinner
and that would be the last
anyone ever heard of it,
except me, because she would
have to call me at the office
to tell me what I'd said.
I don't get this.
I mean, your life was
just starting to come together.
Why would you want
to see him again?
All I want is to go
to dinner with the man
and be so sensational
that it leaves him
with an aching in his heart,
and if it spreads
to his groin,
that's icing on the cake.
Well, I got to go home and
change into my hooker outfit.
Pardon?
Police business, daddy.
There's a man that's
been beating up prostitutes,
so I'm going undercover,
and I'm gonna try
to lure him out.
Thank you for sharing that
with me, dear.
- Okay, daddy.
Let's go for that drive.
Honey, could we do that
at lunch?
I'm a little worried
about Dreyfuss right now.
What's wrong?
Well, mostly
he won't play sock.
Unless of course it's something
I'm doing wrong.
No, that's right.
Yes, a shipment of bandages
just come in,
and it's 100% wrong.
I ordered
the Flintstone assortment,
and there's not one Bamm-Bamm
in the whole lot.
Not one damn Bamm-Bamm.
Dr. Weston, are you absolutely
sure it's just a cold?
Positive.
But the way he's sneezing
and coughing...
That's the cold part,
Mrs. Bridges.
Now if Kelly were not sneezing
and coughing,
he would be what we call well.
You're sure
you didn't overlook anything?
There's no shame
in admitting it, you know.
If it would make you
feel any better,
you could get
a second opinion.
You are my second opinion.
Mrs. Bridges,
just take him home,
put him to bed,
and I promise you,
in no time at all, he'll be back
to his old self.
You say that, but I read
an article the other day...
No, please,
Mrs. Bridges.
I thought we made a deal
about the articles.
I feel a cat scan
would be in order.
Really?
You do, do you?
- A cat scan?
- Yes.
Well, I mean
that never occurred to me,
but then what the hell
do I know?
I've only been doing this
for 30 years,
where as you...
You've read an article.
Good-bye, Mrs. Bridges.
We'll see you.
Here.
You listen to me.
You are going
to be fine.
If she's this worried
about her young'un,
you really should be
more patient.
Here's the mail.
All junk.
Except for that thing
from ed McMahon.
- Hi.
- Hey, there.
- How is the car?
- I got the car washed.
It's looking great.
I got a new dress.
I'm looking great.
I am completely ready
for dinner with Gary.
Gary?
Your ex-husband Gary?
That scum that slept
in every bed but yourn?
I told Laverne
a little bit about him.
Listen are you sure
you know what you're doing?
I mean, this dinner began
as a curiosity,
then it became revenge,
and now it's a new dress.
I'm just afraid
you're setting yourself up.
I just want to show him
that I'm not the same sweet,
naive little pushover
he was married to.
I've come a long way
these last two years, daddy.
And I want him to see that.
Now come on,
change your jacket.
I'll go downstairs
and get the car.
I hope she knows
what she's doing.
I mean, I do hate
that ex-husband of hers.
Back home, we don't have exes.
Just husbands and corpses.
- Well, that was very good.
- Good.
- Would you like some dessert?
- No. Thank you, Gary.
Ordinarily, I would since weight
is no longer a problem for me.
But tonight I don't want
to fill up.
You see, I'm meeting a man
after I leave here.
Yes, you mentioned that
several times.
Sorry.
Sometimes I'm forgetful.
What?
I just can't get over
how great you look.
You really look terrific.
I know.
Eat your heart out.
You're still angry,
aren't you?
Even after all this time.
I'm only sorry
we didn't have children
so I could turn them
against you too.
But enough of this.
I am a modern woman.
Not one to dwell in the past.
Keep moving forward...
That's my motto.
By the way,
did I mention
that those few things I used
to be reluctant
to do with you sexually
I now do all the time
and really enjoy?
Yes, you did.
Good.
I wanted to be sure
to get that in.
Well, I am glad
that you haven't lost
your sense of humor.
I always loved
your sense of humor.
Gary,
can I ask you something?
Sure.
Not that it matters,
but why all the other women?
I never understood that.
I mean, I thought we were
pretty good together that way.
What can I say, Carol?
Time passes.
People change.
Besides, look at you.
I left the scene
and you started to thrive.
Well, I don't know
about thrive.
No, no, don't apologize.
It only makes what I have
to say a lot easier.
You see, the reason
I wanted to see you tonight...
Gary, wait.
Don't say it.
I can't.
I mean,
an occasional dinner, fine,
but there is just no chance
of us getting back together.
Why would I want that?
I just wanted to see you
so that I could give you this.
It's the final alimony payment,
and I just wanted to give it
to you personally.
Carol, you knew
it was ending this month?
Of course.
Notice I didn't write
"blood-sucking leech"
on the memo line this time.
Okay, well, I have some plans
for tonight,
and I know
that there's this man
that you have to see,
so you know,
you really do look terrific.
Take care of yourself.
Monsieur said that you
would take care of this.
Here you go, honey.
Come on.
Drink this.
- What is it?
- It's hot cocoa.
Just like your mother used
to make when you were upset.
Always made you feel better.
That's when I was
a little girl, daddy.
I'm not a little girl anymore.
I know,
but it may help anyway.
Come on.
Where's the marshmallow?
What?
The marshmallow.
Mom always put
a marshmallow in it.
I don't have
any marshmallows.
Great.
Like this in really gonna help
without a marshmallow.
I got here
as soon as I could.
What's the emergency?
Barbara.
Sweetheart.
You look so...
Slutty.
Daddy, I told you I was
working undercover as a hooker.
- Now what's wrong?
- Carol's alimony just ran out.
That's why Gary wanted
to see her.
Now I'm gonna have
to sell my condo and my car.
Carol, you're working now,
and the alimony
wasn't that much anyway.
You didn't even want
the alimony.
We made you take it.
Rice.
I'll be eating a lot of rice
from now on.
Leave it.
I'll drink it straight.
All right, well, I'll make
a little more cocoa,
and I'll bring you
some cookies?
Dreyfuss, it's not
a pleasant scene out there.
How are you doing?
You up for a game of sock?
Let's go.
Come on.
You know, dreyf...
Your nose is still warm.
You know
what that means, don't you?
I got to take you
to the vet.
Carol, that is not
a fair comparison.
Gandhi had it much worse
than you do.
Hi.
I just stopped by to...
Whoa!
What have we got here?
I'm working undercover
as a hooker,
and now is not a good time.
Are you kidding?
From where I'm standing,
I couldn't have picked
a better time.
Go home, Charley.
I can't.
Why not?
Because I don't think
I could move now
without hurting myself.
Do you have your gun
on you?
My, my,
aren't we testy tonight?
- Something wrong?
- No.
Hey, something is wrong.
No, it's not.
Your eyes are red.
You've been crying.
Cocoa.
You've had another crisis,
haven't you?
Charley, leave her alone.
And that's why you're here.
Carol's, had another crisis
and you're here
to help her through it.
Whoa, I'm good.
So what is it?
What happened?
None of your business.
Judging by the tears
and the cocoa,
it's got to be something big,
something important.
Ex-husband.
Got to be the ex-husband.
He is good.
So everything okay now?
- No.
- I knew it was a long shot.
Charley,
are you helping matters?
No.
- Then leave.
- I don't want to.
I'll give you these cookies.
Okay.
Well, I got to go too.
Are you gonna be okay?
Sure, she's gonna be okay.
Come on.
Tell her.
I'm just gonna go home
and get into bed
and start my new life
of poverty in the morning.
See that. She's got a plan
and everything.
Dreyfuss seems perfectly
healthy to me, Dr. Weston.
There's
some mild gastric distress.
Nothing to worry about.
Yeah, but his nose is warm,
and he won't eat.
That's perfectly normal
in these cases.
Excuse me, you don't seem
to understand, Dr. Ross.
He won't play sock.
Have you tried
different socks?
Of course I have.
I'm a doctor.
Listen, can I talk to one
of your associates?
Someone older than my tie?
You wait here.
I'm just gonna go take a glance
at Dreyfuss' tests.
Tests?
You're gonna glance at a test?
This is very casual.
Dreyfuss.
I don't know what I'd do
if anything happened to you.
You are my best friend
in the world.
You know that?
And I must love you very much,
being this close to your face
and you having that breath.
I think we found the source
of the gastric distress.
And it's nothing to worry about.
- Really?
- You see that thing there?
I can't be sure, but it looks
like a piece of cloth.
No wonder you didn't want
to play sock.
You ate sock.
What is...
Dr. Ross, I don't know
how to thank you.
You have been so very patient
with me.
Well, I didn't do anything
any other doctor wouldn't do.
I mean, we all go out of our way
to be understanding
with people who are worried
about their loved ones, don't we?
Yeah, I mean, we do,
but there are some doctors
out there...
You know what I mean?
Okay.
Daddy.
Am I interrupting
anything?
No, no, I was just going
through some old photo albums,
cutting Gary's head
out of all the pictures.
I can come back
some other time
if you're busy decapitating.
No, come on in.
I just made some coffee.
Want some?
- Um, yeah. Yes, I will.
Thanks, dear.
You missed a head.
I asked my boss
for a raise today.
She said no,
so I put too much toner
in the xerox machine.
Thanks, babe.
Listen, honey,
I came over here tonight
because I'm worried about you.
I just want
to make sure you're okay,
and if you have
any financial problems,
I mean, I'm here for you.
That's very sweet,
daddy.
Thank you.
But I can't accept any money
from you.
Why not?
Because I love you.
You took money from Gary.
I hate him.
You are a complicated woman,
Carol.
What do I do with this?
I throw the heads in here.
I'm so sorry to be putting you
through this, daddy.
- No, come on.
Don't be sorry.
I'm just sorry
your mother isn't here to help.
She was so much better at
handling these things than I am.
I mean, I didn't even know about
the marshmallow in the cocoa.
What's wrong with me, anyway?
Other women go
through these things every day.
They don't fall apart.
You're not falling apart.
I'm cutting heads
out of photo albums, daddy.
That's not good.
I hate Gary
for doing this to me.
So, okay, I mean, he's out
of your life now forever.
And that's supposed
to make me feel better?
Doesn't it?
Yes.
No.
I don't know.
You don't know?
Well, you know, are you sure
this is about money?
I mean, maybe there
is something else going on here.
The only thing going on here,
daddy,
is that
there is no more alimony.
No more checks.
No more envelopes
with Gary's handwriting on them.
No more excuses from Gary
when the check's late.
This isn't about money, is it?
You're right.
It's about the end
of a relationship.
But we had
the world's worst marriage,
and I hate the man.
I mean, I really do hate him.
Obviously.
Look what you cut off
in this picture.
So why is it killing me
that the last thing
we had together is gone?
I must be crazy, right?
Maybe a little,
but, you know,
we all are.
So when does it stop hurting,
daddy?
When?
I don't know when.
But I know
that it will.
You remember that red tie
with the blue checks
your mother gave me
for my birthday?
Of course.
You used to wear it practically
every day.
Well
after your mother died,
I couldn't wear that tie
anymore.
I tried a couple of times.
Couldn't do it.
I mean, it hurt so much.
And then one day
I was getting dressed for work,
and, without even thinking
I had put the tie on.
And it was okay this time.
Fact, it felt so good
to have it back.
I don't know
what changed exactly,
but I think it had something
to do with time and acceptance.
I don't know.
This probably doesn't make
any sense to you at all.
No, it makes a lot of sense,
daddy.
I only wish there was some way
you could go through this
for me.
I wish I could too, baby.
But I gotta go.
I have to cruise
Biscayne Boulevard
to see which corner
your sister is working.
Daddy?
Mom couldn't have handled it
any better.
But for god's sake, next time
get some marshmallows.
Done with the paper,
done with the coffee,
and you know what that means,
Dreyfuss.
It's time to play sock.
Sock.
Sock.
Dreyfuss, we do this
every morning.
You could not possibly
have forgotten the rules.
All right,
I'll review them for you.
It's really very simple.
I shake the sock vigorously,
you grab it
with your teeth,
and you pull and you tug,
and for some reason derive
incredible satisfaction
from the whole damn thing.
All right, let's go.
One more time here.
What's going on in here?
What is this?
Look at this.
You've hardly touched your food.
It's not like you
to be picky about your diet.
Last night,
you ate a cockroach.
Hey, it's not like you
to be rude either.
It's great.
How was the drive?
It's a great car,
daddy.
Carol got herself
one terrific automobile.
It is terrific, isn't it?
Suddenly driving
is such a joy.
This is not like you
to splurge like that.
This is turning out
to be quite a week.
First the car, you
and then, this morning,
who should I get a call from
but my lovely ex-husband?
Wait a minute.
Wait. Wait.
Gary called?
What did he want?
No, please let me guess.
He has slept with every woman
in the world
and wants to start
all over again.
He wants to see me tonight
for dinner.
- What did you say?
- What...
The man gave her the five
worst years of her life.
What do you think she said?
- Yes.
- She said yes.
She said yes?
What are you, crazy?
Listen, that's
a very, very bad answer.
No was the correct choice.
What does he want?
He didn't say.
But a couple of days ago,
I ran in his friend Brad.
I happened to look terrific
that day, by the way.
And Brad mentioned
how Gary was still upset
that I kept his fancy
rowing machine in the divorce.
Maybe he wants it back.
Or maybe Brad told Gary
how great you look
and maybe Gary
wants you back.
Now... now that is crazy.
That's a very illogical leap.
That makes no sense at all.
I had
the exact same thought.
Okay, all right,
fine I mean, I don't pretend
to know much
about this stuff,
but there is one thing
I do know...
And that's what your mother
would she say, if she were here now.
What would she say?
I don't know.
But it would be good,
and she would speak for me,
and that would also be good.
And when she was finished
talking for the two of us,
you would cancel that dinner
and that would be the last
anyone ever heard of it,
except me, because she would
have to call me at the office
to tell me what I'd said.
I don't get this.
I mean, your life was
just starting to come together.
Why would you want
to see him again?
All I want is to go
to dinner with the man
and be so sensational
that it leaves him
with an aching in his heart,
and if it spreads
to his groin,
that's icing on the cake.
Well, I got to go home and
change into my hooker outfit.
Pardon?
Police business, daddy.
There's a man that's
been beating up prostitutes,
so I'm going undercover,
and I'm gonna try
to lure him out.
Thank you for sharing that
with me, dear.
- Okay, daddy.
Let's go for that drive.
Honey, could we do that
at lunch?
I'm a little worried
about Dreyfuss right now.
What's wrong?
Well, mostly
he won't play sock.
Unless of course it's something
I'm doing wrong.
No, that's right.
Yes, a shipment of bandages
just come in,
and it's 100% wrong.
I ordered
the Flintstone assortment,
and there's not one Bamm-Bamm
in the whole lot.
Not one damn Bamm-Bamm.
Dr. Weston, are you absolutely
sure it's just a cold?
Positive.
But the way he's sneezing
and coughing...
That's the cold part,
Mrs. Bridges.
Now if Kelly were not sneezing
and coughing,
he would be what we call well.
You're sure
you didn't overlook anything?
There's no shame
in admitting it, you know.
If it would make you
feel any better,
you could get
a second opinion.
You are my second opinion.
Mrs. Bridges,
just take him home,
put him to bed,
and I promise you,
in no time at all, he'll be back
to his old self.
You say that, but I read
an article the other day...
No, please,
Mrs. Bridges.
I thought we made a deal
about the articles.
I feel a cat scan
would be in order.
Really?
You do, do you?
- A cat scan?
- Yes.
Well, I mean
that never occurred to me,
but then what the hell
do I know?
I've only been doing this
for 30 years,
where as you...
You've read an article.
Good-bye, Mrs. Bridges.
We'll see you.
Here.
You listen to me.
You are going
to be fine.
If she's this worried
about her young'un,
you really should be
more patient.
Here's the mail.
All junk.
Except for that thing
from ed McMahon.
- Hi.
- Hey, there.
- How is the car?
- I got the car washed.
It's looking great.
I got a new dress.
I'm looking great.
I am completely ready
for dinner with Gary.
Gary?
Your ex-husband Gary?
That scum that slept
in every bed but yourn?
I told Laverne
a little bit about him.
Listen are you sure
you know what you're doing?
I mean, this dinner began
as a curiosity,
then it became revenge,
and now it's a new dress.
I'm just afraid
you're setting yourself up.
I just want to show him
that I'm not the same sweet,
naive little pushover
he was married to.
I've come a long way
these last two years, daddy.
And I want him to see that.
Now come on,
change your jacket.
I'll go downstairs
and get the car.
I hope she knows
what she's doing.
I mean, I do hate
that ex-husband of hers.
Back home, we don't have exes.
Just husbands and corpses.
- Well, that was very good.
- Good.
- Would you like some dessert?
- No. Thank you, Gary.
Ordinarily, I would since weight
is no longer a problem for me.
But tonight I don't want
to fill up.
You see, I'm meeting a man
after I leave here.
Yes, you mentioned that
several times.
Sorry.
Sometimes I'm forgetful.
What?
I just can't get over
how great you look.
You really look terrific.
I know.
Eat your heart out.
You're still angry,
aren't you?
Even after all this time.
I'm only sorry
we didn't have children
so I could turn them
against you too.
But enough of this.
I am a modern woman.
Not one to dwell in the past.
Keep moving forward...
That's my motto.
By the way,
did I mention
that those few things I used
to be reluctant
to do with you sexually
I now do all the time
and really enjoy?
Yes, you did.
Good.
I wanted to be sure
to get that in.
Well, I am glad
that you haven't lost
your sense of humor.
I always loved
your sense of humor.
Gary,
can I ask you something?
Sure.
Not that it matters,
but why all the other women?
I never understood that.
I mean, I thought we were
pretty good together that way.
What can I say, Carol?
Time passes.
People change.
Besides, look at you.
I left the scene
and you started to thrive.
Well, I don't know
about thrive.
No, no, don't apologize.
It only makes what I have
to say a lot easier.
You see, the reason
I wanted to see you tonight...
Gary, wait.
Don't say it.
I can't.
I mean,
an occasional dinner, fine,
but there is just no chance
of us getting back together.
Why would I want that?
I just wanted to see you
so that I could give you this.
It's the final alimony payment,
and I just wanted to give it
to you personally.
Carol, you knew
it was ending this month?
Of course.
Notice I didn't write
"blood-sucking leech"
on the memo line this time.
Okay, well, I have some plans
for tonight,
and I know
that there's this man
that you have to see,
so you know,
you really do look terrific.
Take care of yourself.
Monsieur said that you
would take care of this.
Here you go, honey.
Come on.
Drink this.
- What is it?
- It's hot cocoa.
Just like your mother used
to make when you were upset.
Always made you feel better.
That's when I was
a little girl, daddy.
I'm not a little girl anymore.
I know,
but it may help anyway.
Come on.
Where's the marshmallow?
What?
The marshmallow.
Mom always put
a marshmallow in it.
I don't have
any marshmallows.
Great.
Like this in really gonna help
without a marshmallow.
I got here
as soon as I could.
What's the emergency?
Barbara.
Sweetheart.
You look so...
Slutty.
Daddy, I told you I was
working undercover as a hooker.
- Now what's wrong?
- Carol's alimony just ran out.
That's why Gary wanted
to see her.
Now I'm gonna have
to sell my condo and my car.
Carol, you're working now,
and the alimony
wasn't that much anyway.
You didn't even want
the alimony.
We made you take it.
Rice.
I'll be eating a lot of rice
from now on.
Leave it.
I'll drink it straight.
All right, well, I'll make
a little more cocoa,
and I'll bring you
some cookies?
Dreyfuss, it's not
a pleasant scene out there.
How are you doing?
You up for a game of sock?
Let's go.
Come on.
You know, dreyf...
Your nose is still warm.
You know
what that means, don't you?
I got to take you
to the vet.
Carol, that is not
a fair comparison.
Gandhi had it much worse
than you do.
Hi.
I just stopped by to...
Whoa!
What have we got here?
I'm working undercover
as a hooker,
and now is not a good time.
Are you kidding?
From where I'm standing,
I couldn't have picked
a better time.
Go home, Charley.
I can't.
Why not?
Because I don't think
I could move now
without hurting myself.
Do you have your gun
on you?
My, my,
aren't we testy tonight?
- Something wrong?
- No.
Hey, something is wrong.
No, it's not.
Your eyes are red.
You've been crying.
Cocoa.
You've had another crisis,
haven't you?
Charley, leave her alone.
And that's why you're here.
Carol's, had another crisis
and you're here
to help her through it.
Whoa, I'm good.
So what is it?
What happened?
None of your business.
Judging by the tears
and the cocoa,
it's got to be something big,
something important.
Ex-husband.
Got to be the ex-husband.
He is good.
So everything okay now?
- No.
- I knew it was a long shot.
Charley,
are you helping matters?
No.
- Then leave.
- I don't want to.
I'll give you these cookies.
Okay.
Well, I got to go too.
Are you gonna be okay?
Sure, she's gonna be okay.
Come on.
Tell her.
I'm just gonna go home
and get into bed
and start my new life
of poverty in the morning.
See that. She's got a plan
and everything.
Dreyfuss seems perfectly
healthy to me, Dr. Weston.
There's
some mild gastric distress.
Nothing to worry about.
Yeah, but his nose is warm,
and he won't eat.
That's perfectly normal
in these cases.
Excuse me, you don't seem
to understand, Dr. Ross.
He won't play sock.
Have you tried
different socks?
Of course I have.
I'm a doctor.
Listen, can I talk to one
of your associates?
Someone older than my tie?
You wait here.
I'm just gonna go take a glance
at Dreyfuss' tests.
Tests?
You're gonna glance at a test?
This is very casual.
Dreyfuss.
I don't know what I'd do
if anything happened to you.
You are my best friend
in the world.
You know that?
And I must love you very much,
being this close to your face
and you having that breath.
I think we found the source
of the gastric distress.
And it's nothing to worry about.
- Really?
- You see that thing there?
I can't be sure, but it looks
like a piece of cloth.
No wonder you didn't want
to play sock.
You ate sock.
What is...
Dr. Ross, I don't know
how to thank you.
You have been so very patient
with me.
Well, I didn't do anything
any other doctor wouldn't do.
I mean, we all go out of our way
to be understanding
with people who are worried
about their loved ones, don't we?
Yeah, I mean, we do,
but there are some doctors
out there...
You know what I mean?
Okay.
Daddy.
Am I interrupting
anything?
No, no, I was just going
through some old photo albums,
cutting Gary's head
out of all the pictures.
I can come back
some other time
if you're busy decapitating.
No, come on in.
I just made some coffee.
Want some?
- Um, yeah. Yes, I will.
Thanks, dear.
You missed a head.
I asked my boss
for a raise today.
She said no,
so I put too much toner
in the xerox machine.
Thanks, babe.
Listen, honey,
I came over here tonight
because I'm worried about you.
I just want
to make sure you're okay,
and if you have
any financial problems,
I mean, I'm here for you.
That's very sweet,
daddy.
Thank you.
But I can't accept any money
from you.
Why not?
Because I love you.
You took money from Gary.
I hate him.
You are a complicated woman,
Carol.
What do I do with this?
I throw the heads in here.
I'm so sorry to be putting you
through this, daddy.
- No, come on.
Don't be sorry.
I'm just sorry
your mother isn't here to help.
She was so much better at
handling these things than I am.
I mean, I didn't even know about
the marshmallow in the cocoa.
What's wrong with me, anyway?
Other women go
through these things every day.
They don't fall apart.
You're not falling apart.
I'm cutting heads
out of photo albums, daddy.
That's not good.
I hate Gary
for doing this to me.
So, okay, I mean, he's out
of your life now forever.
And that's supposed
to make me feel better?
Doesn't it?
Yes.
No.
I don't know.
You don't know?
Well, you know, are you sure
this is about money?
I mean, maybe there
is something else going on here.
The only thing going on here,
daddy,
is that
there is no more alimony.
No more checks.
No more envelopes
with Gary's handwriting on them.
No more excuses from Gary
when the check's late.
This isn't about money, is it?
You're right.
It's about the end
of a relationship.
But we had
the world's worst marriage,
and I hate the man.
I mean, I really do hate him.
Obviously.
Look what you cut off
in this picture.
So why is it killing me
that the last thing
we had together is gone?
I must be crazy, right?
Maybe a little,
but, you know,
we all are.
So when does it stop hurting,
daddy?
When?
I don't know when.
But I know
that it will.
You remember that red tie
with the blue checks
your mother gave me
for my birthday?
Of course.
You used to wear it practically
every day.
Well
after your mother died,
I couldn't wear that tie
anymore.
I tried a couple of times.
Couldn't do it.
I mean, it hurt so much.
And then one day
I was getting dressed for work,
and, without even thinking
I had put the tie on.
And it was okay this time.
Fact, it felt so good
to have it back.
I don't know
what changed exactly,
but I think it had something
to do with time and acceptance.
I don't know.
This probably doesn't make
any sense to you at all.
No, it makes a lot of sense,
daddy.
I only wish there was some way
you could go through this
for me.
I wish I could too, baby.
But I gotta go.
I have to cruise
Biscayne Boulevard
to see which corner
your sister is working.
Daddy?
Mom couldn't have handled it
any better.
But for god's sake, next time
get some marshmallows.