Impastor (2015–2016): Season 1, Episode 6 - Honor Thy Boyfriend's Father and Mother - full transcript
Buddy surprises Russell's parents with a revelation about their son; Alexa offers Dora advice about pleasure.
You're Alexa now.
- [sighs]
- I guess I should get this changed.
Alexa, is he hassling you?
Because if he is, tell me. Let me help.
When I was a teenager,
I was involved in a bank robbery.
Holy shit.
All right, he's going to come after us.
Parole officers are public record.
You son of a bitch.
[gunshot]
The local police should be
here in about ten minutes.
You got two choices.
Wait here,
go back to prison,
or take off now and see
if you can outrun them.
Maybe there's a third choice.
Yeah?
What's that?
[gunshot]
Oh, God.
Oh, God!
[knock at door]
(man) Hey, you all right in there?
Yeah.
Heard a noise.
I had to whack a giant cockroach.
[bang]
Should get a refund.
And I should have this
rotten tooth removed,
but what are you gonna do?
(Buddy) Okay, what should I do?
Call the cops? No. They'd ask who I was.
Just leave? No. Black Tooth saw me.
I had to get rid of the body.
[Paul Otten's Fight Like the Devil]
♪ ♪
♪ You can knock me down, down ♪
♪ You can knock me down, down ♪
♪ But I'll fight like the Devil ♪
♪ Fight like the Devil ♪
♪ Round after round after round ♪
- ♪ Drowning in sweat ♪
- [cell phone rings]
♪ Blood running cold... ♪
Hey, Alexa.
Yeah. It went great.
He totally bought the
whole parole-officer bluff.
Yeah, I don't think we're
ever gonna see him again.
[bird screeches]
[motor running] Pastor!
Alden?
What brings you to this
remote wilderness lake?
Well, bass.
Uh, Shepherd Lake's known for it.
What is going on down there?
Baptism!
I'm doing a Baptism!
May this sinner be cleansed
in the healing waters of Christ!
Alden, do you mind?
It's a private ceremony.
Praise Jesus!
[motor revs] Well, congratulations, sir.
Welcome to the kingdom of the Lord!
May God save your soul...
♪ You can knock me down, down ♪
♪ But I'll fight like the Devil ♪
♪ Fight like the Devil ♪
♪ Round after round after round ♪
And my ass.
It'd been a week since I
dumped Kenny into Shepherd Lake,
and so far, it looked
like he was staying there.
So I could finally relax again
and enjoy the pleasures of small-town life.
Buddy! Hi!
These are my parents, Susie and Roger.
Mom, Dad, this is Pastor Jonathan Barlow.
- How you doing?
- Hey!
We've heard so much
about you on our Skypes.
Yeah.
Our Russy is your number-one fan.
Mom.
Well, I'm a big fan of your Russy
and not just 'cause we're both gay.
What?
Yeah, I know, I don't
give off that vibe, but
I like dudes... [chuckles]
Big-time, almost as much as this guy.
Is that true?
Are you gay?
Surprise.
Well...
this has been something
that happened.
Excuse me.
[door bells chime]
Alexa, I need to talk to you
about your book club selection...
- The Velvet Orchid.
- Pretty juicy, huh?
Yes, a little too juicy for my taste,
I mean, especially that opening scene
where Olivia's involved in the act of...
you know.
I do, but I'd love to hear you say it.
Pleasuring herself...
below the waist and above the knee.
Oh, what's the big deal?
Everybody masturbates.
Uh, no, everybody poops, which, by the way,
would be a more appropriate book choice.
Wait.
- You do pet the kitty, right?
- [scoffs]
Oh, honey.
If you must know, I tried
it once in high school,
- and it didn't work.
- One time? That's it?
Yes, and then the harder I tried,
the more frustrated I got,
and then my hand cramped,
and the whole thing was
just very unpleasant.
That's your problem. You need to relax.
Take your time.
Romance yourself.
Romance myself?
Yeah.
Set the mood.
Light a candle,
and then when you are feeling
nice and comfy,
read page 44, and I guarantee,
kablammo.
Kablammo?
Kablammo.
[knock at door]
Okay, in my defense,
how could I have known they didn't know,
and how could they not know, you know?
They don't know because
every time they come to town,
I put up Kate Upton posters
and take the dent out of my throw pillows.
I have spent years
creating the illusion
that I am a raging hetero.
Okay, first of all,
heteros don't rage, and second,
how could they not know?
I was gonna tell them in due time,
but now you've blown that.
Or did the work for you. You're welcome.
Oh, you do not know what you have done.
All afternoon Mom has been
passive aggressively knitting,
and Dad has been muttering
to himself and watching golf,
which is pretty much what they always do,
but this time it was judgy!
I can feel it.
Russell,
I'm sorry, but it's done.
There's nothing I can do about it.
You could come to dinner.
How's that gonna help?
Look, my mom is super
religious. My dad is into sports.
You're both of those things.
You're like the perfect
gay ambassador.
I don't know... dinner with your family.
Please, you are exactly what
they need to see right now...
a respected Christian leader with
flawless skin.
And the bon vivance
of a Camelot-era Kennedy.
Seriously?
They had no idea?
Well, now, who are those for...
one of your birds? [Chuckles]
No, and,
you know, it's really none of your beeswax.
Now, I was just joking. I was just
making sport of the fact that you
never seem to have a date, so...
I do have a date... tonight,
in fact, and I am
very excited about it.
Well, then good for you.
You know, Hilva threw her
back out moving a coffin,
so I've got to pick up the flowers
for the Davenport funeral.
You're welcome to bring
your date if you like.
They're having cannolis.
Oh, okay.
I do like a cannoli.
[light classical music]
♪ ♪
[lounge music]
Oh, is that what you're wearing.
[groans]
I got to wear pink now?
Dad, you look fine.
Mom, olive pits go in
the little bowl, please.
[knock at door]
[sighs]
- Hey.
- Thank you for doing this.
Come in.
Hi.
Sorry about before.
No, no, us.
Roger and I were just
- a little caught off guard.
- A little?
It was a jolt in the shorts.
(Russell) Who wants wine?
All right, here we go.
Thank you.
Thanks.
Maybe we should have a toast.
Roger?
Well, it's not like I
prepared anything, but...
here's to Russell and his friend.
Oh, Roger, they're more than friends.
They're sharing their lives together.
To the happy couple.
- The what?
- I told them, honey.
[whispering] Please, go with it.
Wow, Russy.
I thought we weren't going to use tongue
in front of the parents?
- [sighs, chuckles]
- [glasses clink]
[sighs]
What the hell was that?
In my defense, they were going on and on
about how worried they are
that gay men are promiscuous,
so I lied and said we are
in a monogamous relationship.
And then jammed your tongue down my throat.
Let's not forget that part. I know I won't.
Aw, that's sweet.
Look, can't you please
just go along with this?
It would really make up for you outing me
in public
against my will.
- I don't know.
- It's only two days.
We don't even have to do anything...
unless you want to.
Okay.
"Okay" you want to? Or...
- Don't push it.
- Okay.
No kablammo.
Really?
We may have to go another way.
Have you ever considered a vibrator.
[squeals] Shh.
[whispering] Keep your voice down.
[clears throat]
[whispering] There is one
called The Silver Secret.
It's perfect for you.
- It's hands-free.
- [sighs]
You control it with your
phone, using Bluetooth.
They sell them at Krinsky's Drugstore.
Well, I was thinking of swinging by there
for some chewable vitamins, anyway.
Of course, I'll have to wait for a day
when Janice Goggins isn't
working the register.
Do you know that she once sold me Pepto,
and for the next week,
the whole town called me...
Dora-rhea?
I remember.
- [chuckles]
- So,
Buddy, tell us...
when was the moment you knew
our Russy was right for you?
I remember I was in the kitchen.
Russell was having a dinner party,
much like this one,
and the next thing you know,
- we are together.
- Aw.
I knew the moment we met...
in the church, remember?
You were wearing a fitted, white V-neck T,
a black leather jacket
with a lightweight hoodie,
and a medium-wash, cotton-blend jean
that matched your piercing blue eyes.
And what was Russy wearing?
You know, clothes.
[Susie and Russell laugh]
Isn't he delightful?
Right back at you, Russy-poo.
You know, in addition
to being a pastor, Mom,
Buddy is also into sports, Dad.
A sports guy, huh?
I don't suppose you're
into drag racing, are you?
Don't know a thing about it...
except that Big Daddy Jim Daniels
is defending his NHRA crown
at Judson Raceway tomorrow.
[laughs] That's what I'm talking about.
You want to check it out?
I'm in. How about you, Russy-poo?
Up for a little drag race?
I'll pass.
Now, if it were RuPaul's Drag Race,
then you'd be singing my song.
I can't believe I just said
that in front of my parents.
I love being out.
So, Roger, you want to give me a hand?
Excuse us.
Go ahead, hon.
I think it's going pretty well.
I know.
Isn't it weird how right this feels?
- Please take your hand off my thigh.
- Uh-huh.
Well, this is definitely not
the weekend I was expecting.
Well, I guess we shouldn't
be completely surprised.
His voice mail was sung to the tune
of Candle in the Wind.
[sighs]
The main thing is he seems happy.
He really does.
I have a good feeling about those two.
I guess it's time I ran a little
background check on this Jonathan Barlow.
Oh, Roger, is that necessary?
Hey, if I had done a quicker check
on that deadbeat our
Stacey was going out with,
she wouldn't have ended up with
a broken heart and bad credit.
Besides,
once an FBI guy...
always an FBI guy.
[ominous organ music plays]
[sighs]
Ah, we meet again, huh?
Hi, Alden.
What you got back there?
Just personal items.
Oh, oh, got the squirts again?
Don't you have an
injured wife to attend to?
Oh, that reminds me.
Hilva says she may not be
able to make book club today.
Oh, well, I hope she can come.
I hope everybody can come
because everybody deserves to come,
even if it is harder for some people
than it is for others.
You know, try some cheese.
That'll stop you up.
[light classical music plays]
♪ ♪
[clears throat]
Here we go.
[vibrating]
Oh, my. [Giggles]
[gasps] Oh, my...
♪ Hallelujah, Hallelujah ♪
Hey, this isn't the way to Judson.
You ever been to Shepherd Lake?
Can't say I have.
We're gonna make a little pit stop.
I don't know if Russell told
you, but I'm retired FBI.
No,
Russy-poo failed to mention that.
Learned a few things
about you Pastor Barlow.
You and I need to talk.
I share this place with
a few FBI fishing buddies.
Thing about Shepherd Lake is...
you never know what you're going to catch.
Is that so?
(Buddy) I had to keep my cool.
There was no way he could know
about the dead body in the lake.
Could he?
Sit down.
Not there.
Here.
Make yourself comfortable.
Am I in trouble here,
Dad?
Can I... can I call you "Dad"?
I did a little fishing this morning.
You see, Jonathan,
I love my son.
And as long as you're dating him,
I need to make sure
that everything about you
is on the up-and-up.
So this is a father-son
thing, not an FBI thing?
I'm glad we got that settled.
Should we hit the track? Corn dogs on me.
I did a cursory background check,
and I have a few questions
about Jonathan Barlow.
Well,
who better to ask than me...
Jonathan Barlow?
[dreamy music]
♪ ♪
[gasps] Book club!
Well, let's just go ahead and start.
I'm here. I'm sorry. I'm so sorry I'm late.
You didn't miss anything.
Kablammo.
Nice.
Oh, Alden, hi. What are you doing here?
Hilva's back is still out.
I'm supposed to call her
so I can repeat her book opinions verbatim.
Oh.
Now, how do I hook up
this... this earphone doo-dad.
So let's discuss The Velvet Orchid.
Well, it is silver.
How about that slam-bang beginning?
- [beep]
- [gasps]
[vibrating]
Oh, no.
Hilva, can you hear me?
Oh, my.
Excuse me.
(Alden) Now, uh, Hilva, are you there?
Hilva, can you hear me?
[vibrating quickens] [shuddering]
Ah.
Dora, are you okay?
It's still in.
Up, down.
[squealing] Yep!
Yep.
[chuckles]
Oh. Oh.
[gasps]
[moaning]
Help me. [Gasps]
Oh, all right, I'm getting nothing.
Up, down, up, down, up, down.
Alden...
- [gasps] Oh, my God.
- Let me do that.
Okay.
Ah! Oh, yes.
- Oh, my.
- Oh.
Um,
you know, let's all give Dora a hand
for that amazing reenactment
of the opening scene, right?
- [applause]
- Oh, is that what that was?
'Cause I did not read the book.
It was.
So, to be clear,
the purpose of your 2003 visit
to the former Soviet Union was tourism.
Are you still a Russian sympathizer?
I do like their dressing.
Would you care to elaborate?
On salads and the occasional Reuben.
Uh-huh.
It says here you were once married
to a Kelly Patterson.
[exhales deeply] Big mistake.
She and I were totally
wrong for each other.
"She"?
Kelly was a man.
Yeah?
But I called him my bitch.
You were only together for
six months. Why was that?
Well, he wasn't just a bitch.
He was a son of a bitch.
Plus, he had problems with his, you know...
[whispering] His wiener.
I think we're done here.
You passed.
I'll meet you in the car.
I'm gonna hit the can.
(Buddy) When you've failed as
many job interviews as I have,
you know when you've screwed the pooch.
Agent Herman, please.
Hi, Mark. Roger.
Listen, can you run me
a full background check
on a Jonathan Barlow
from Richmond, Virginia?
Pictures, records, everything.
One hour?
Perfect.
Yeah,
perfect.
Russell, could I see you
in the kitchen, please?
Why are you guys home so early?
Well this one had a headache.
- Oh, no, can I get you some aspir...
- No time.
Russell, kitchen, now.
He's in one of his moods.
(Buddy) The only reason
Roger needed that FBI check
was because I was dating his son.
So...
- We have to end this.
- What? Why?
God.
Yeah, he's totally pissed we're
being deceitful to your parents.
We need to come clean now.
I can't do that.
They're so proud of me
for finally being honest.
If they find out I'm lying again,
they'll lose all trust in me.
[cell phone rings]
(Roger) Hey, Mark.
What'd you find out?
Emailed you that intel on Barlow,
but, uh, it bounced back.
Susie, what's our new email?
I can't believe you're breaking up with me!
You know what?
I blame you two.
If you hadn't raised him with
such good Christian values,
he'd be okay with me being promiscuous
and hooking up with lots of dudes,
- even Russians.
- [gasps]
Hang on, Mark.
Last chance, Russell...
monogamy or me?
I'm sorry, Buddy.
I have to let you go.
It was great while it lasted.
Never mind.
It doesn't matter anymore.
(Buddy) It was close,
but I was officially out of the woods.
♪ You can knock me down, down ♪
♪ You can knock me down, down ♪
♪ But I'll fight like the Devil ♪
Man, this is a big one!
♪ Round after round after round ♪
What the hell?
♪ Drowning in sweat ♪
♪ Blood running cold ♪
- [sighs]
- I guess I should get this changed.
Alexa, is he hassling you?
Because if he is, tell me. Let me help.
When I was a teenager,
I was involved in a bank robbery.
Holy shit.
All right, he's going to come after us.
Parole officers are public record.
You son of a bitch.
[gunshot]
The local police should be
here in about ten minutes.
You got two choices.
Wait here,
go back to prison,
or take off now and see
if you can outrun them.
Maybe there's a third choice.
Yeah?
What's that?
[gunshot]
Oh, God.
Oh, God!
[knock at door]
(man) Hey, you all right in there?
Yeah.
Heard a noise.
I had to whack a giant cockroach.
[bang]
Should get a refund.
And I should have this
rotten tooth removed,
but what are you gonna do?
(Buddy) Okay, what should I do?
Call the cops? No. They'd ask who I was.
Just leave? No. Black Tooth saw me.
I had to get rid of the body.
[Paul Otten's Fight Like the Devil]
♪ ♪
♪ You can knock me down, down ♪
♪ You can knock me down, down ♪
♪ But I'll fight like the Devil ♪
♪ Fight like the Devil ♪
♪ Round after round after round ♪
- ♪ Drowning in sweat ♪
- [cell phone rings]
♪ Blood running cold... ♪
Hey, Alexa.
Yeah. It went great.
He totally bought the
whole parole-officer bluff.
Yeah, I don't think we're
ever gonna see him again.
[bird screeches]
[motor running] Pastor!
Alden?
What brings you to this
remote wilderness lake?
Well, bass.
Uh, Shepherd Lake's known for it.
What is going on down there?
Baptism!
I'm doing a Baptism!
May this sinner be cleansed
in the healing waters of Christ!
Alden, do you mind?
It's a private ceremony.
Praise Jesus!
[motor revs] Well, congratulations, sir.
Welcome to the kingdom of the Lord!
May God save your soul...
♪ You can knock me down, down ♪
♪ But I'll fight like the Devil ♪
♪ Fight like the Devil ♪
♪ Round after round after round ♪
And my ass.
It'd been a week since I
dumped Kenny into Shepherd Lake,
and so far, it looked
like he was staying there.
So I could finally relax again
and enjoy the pleasures of small-town life.
Buddy! Hi!
These are my parents, Susie and Roger.
Mom, Dad, this is Pastor Jonathan Barlow.
- How you doing?
- Hey!
We've heard so much
about you on our Skypes.
Yeah.
Our Russy is your number-one fan.
Mom.
Well, I'm a big fan of your Russy
and not just 'cause we're both gay.
What?
Yeah, I know, I don't
give off that vibe, but
I like dudes... [chuckles]
Big-time, almost as much as this guy.
Is that true?
Are you gay?
Surprise.
Well...
this has been something
that happened.
Excuse me.
[door bells chime]
Alexa, I need to talk to you
about your book club selection...
- The Velvet Orchid.
- Pretty juicy, huh?
Yes, a little too juicy for my taste,
I mean, especially that opening scene
where Olivia's involved in the act of...
you know.
I do, but I'd love to hear you say it.
Pleasuring herself...
below the waist and above the knee.
Oh, what's the big deal?
Everybody masturbates.
Uh, no, everybody poops, which, by the way,
would be a more appropriate book choice.
Wait.
- You do pet the kitty, right?
- [scoffs]
Oh, honey.
If you must know, I tried
it once in high school,
- and it didn't work.
- One time? That's it?
Yes, and then the harder I tried,
the more frustrated I got,
and then my hand cramped,
and the whole thing was
just very unpleasant.
That's your problem. You need to relax.
Take your time.
Romance yourself.
Romance myself?
Yeah.
Set the mood.
Light a candle,
and then when you are feeling
nice and comfy,
read page 44, and I guarantee,
kablammo.
Kablammo?
Kablammo.
[knock at door]
Okay, in my defense,
how could I have known they didn't know,
and how could they not know, you know?
They don't know because
every time they come to town,
I put up Kate Upton posters
and take the dent out of my throw pillows.
I have spent years
creating the illusion
that I am a raging hetero.
Okay, first of all,
heteros don't rage, and second,
how could they not know?
I was gonna tell them in due time,
but now you've blown that.
Or did the work for you. You're welcome.
Oh, you do not know what you have done.
All afternoon Mom has been
passive aggressively knitting,
and Dad has been muttering
to himself and watching golf,
which is pretty much what they always do,
but this time it was judgy!
I can feel it.
Russell,
I'm sorry, but it's done.
There's nothing I can do about it.
You could come to dinner.
How's that gonna help?
Look, my mom is super
religious. My dad is into sports.
You're both of those things.
You're like the perfect
gay ambassador.
I don't know... dinner with your family.
Please, you are exactly what
they need to see right now...
a respected Christian leader with
flawless skin.
And the bon vivance
of a Camelot-era Kennedy.
Seriously?
They had no idea?
Well, now, who are those for...
one of your birds? [Chuckles]
No, and,
you know, it's really none of your beeswax.
Now, I was just joking. I was just
making sport of the fact that you
never seem to have a date, so...
I do have a date... tonight,
in fact, and I am
very excited about it.
Well, then good for you.
You know, Hilva threw her
back out moving a coffin,
so I've got to pick up the flowers
for the Davenport funeral.
You're welcome to bring
your date if you like.
They're having cannolis.
Oh, okay.
I do like a cannoli.
[light classical music]
♪ ♪
[lounge music]
Oh, is that what you're wearing.
[groans]
I got to wear pink now?
Dad, you look fine.
Mom, olive pits go in
the little bowl, please.
[knock at door]
[sighs]
- Hey.
- Thank you for doing this.
Come in.
Hi.
Sorry about before.
No, no, us.
Roger and I were just
- a little caught off guard.
- A little?
It was a jolt in the shorts.
(Russell) Who wants wine?
All right, here we go.
Thank you.
Thanks.
Maybe we should have a toast.
Roger?
Well, it's not like I
prepared anything, but...
here's to Russell and his friend.
Oh, Roger, they're more than friends.
They're sharing their lives together.
To the happy couple.
- The what?
- I told them, honey.
[whispering] Please, go with it.
Wow, Russy.
I thought we weren't going to use tongue
in front of the parents?
- [sighs, chuckles]
- [glasses clink]
[sighs]
What the hell was that?
In my defense, they were going on and on
about how worried they are
that gay men are promiscuous,
so I lied and said we are
in a monogamous relationship.
And then jammed your tongue down my throat.
Let's not forget that part. I know I won't.
Aw, that's sweet.
Look, can't you please
just go along with this?
It would really make up for you outing me
in public
against my will.
- I don't know.
- It's only two days.
We don't even have to do anything...
unless you want to.
Okay.
"Okay" you want to? Or...
- Don't push it.
- Okay.
No kablammo.
Really?
We may have to go another way.
Have you ever considered a vibrator.
[squeals] Shh.
[whispering] Keep your voice down.
[clears throat]
[whispering] There is one
called The Silver Secret.
It's perfect for you.
- It's hands-free.
- [sighs]
You control it with your
phone, using Bluetooth.
They sell them at Krinsky's Drugstore.
Well, I was thinking of swinging by there
for some chewable vitamins, anyway.
Of course, I'll have to wait for a day
when Janice Goggins isn't
working the register.
Do you know that she once sold me Pepto,
and for the next week,
the whole town called me...
Dora-rhea?
I remember.
- [chuckles]
- So,
Buddy, tell us...
when was the moment you knew
our Russy was right for you?
I remember I was in the kitchen.
Russell was having a dinner party,
much like this one,
and the next thing you know,
- we are together.
- Aw.
I knew the moment we met...
in the church, remember?
You were wearing a fitted, white V-neck T,
a black leather jacket
with a lightweight hoodie,
and a medium-wash, cotton-blend jean
that matched your piercing blue eyes.
And what was Russy wearing?
You know, clothes.
[Susie and Russell laugh]
Isn't he delightful?
Right back at you, Russy-poo.
You know, in addition
to being a pastor, Mom,
Buddy is also into sports, Dad.
A sports guy, huh?
I don't suppose you're
into drag racing, are you?
Don't know a thing about it...
except that Big Daddy Jim Daniels
is defending his NHRA crown
at Judson Raceway tomorrow.
[laughs] That's what I'm talking about.
You want to check it out?
I'm in. How about you, Russy-poo?
Up for a little drag race?
I'll pass.
Now, if it were RuPaul's Drag Race,
then you'd be singing my song.
I can't believe I just said
that in front of my parents.
I love being out.
So, Roger, you want to give me a hand?
Excuse us.
Go ahead, hon.
I think it's going pretty well.
I know.
Isn't it weird how right this feels?
- Please take your hand off my thigh.
- Uh-huh.
Well, this is definitely not
the weekend I was expecting.
Well, I guess we shouldn't
be completely surprised.
His voice mail was sung to the tune
of Candle in the Wind.
[sighs]
The main thing is he seems happy.
He really does.
I have a good feeling about those two.
I guess it's time I ran a little
background check on this Jonathan Barlow.
Oh, Roger, is that necessary?
Hey, if I had done a quicker check
on that deadbeat our
Stacey was going out with,
she wouldn't have ended up with
a broken heart and bad credit.
Besides,
once an FBI guy...
always an FBI guy.
[ominous organ music plays]
[sighs]
Ah, we meet again, huh?
Hi, Alden.
What you got back there?
Just personal items.
Oh, oh, got the squirts again?
Don't you have an
injured wife to attend to?
Oh, that reminds me.
Hilva says she may not be
able to make book club today.
Oh, well, I hope she can come.
I hope everybody can come
because everybody deserves to come,
even if it is harder for some people
than it is for others.
You know, try some cheese.
That'll stop you up.
[light classical music plays]
♪ ♪
[clears throat]
Here we go.
[vibrating]
Oh, my. [Giggles]
[gasps] Oh, my...
♪ Hallelujah, Hallelujah ♪
Hey, this isn't the way to Judson.
You ever been to Shepherd Lake?
Can't say I have.
We're gonna make a little pit stop.
I don't know if Russell told
you, but I'm retired FBI.
No,
Russy-poo failed to mention that.
Learned a few things
about you Pastor Barlow.
You and I need to talk.
I share this place with
a few FBI fishing buddies.
Thing about Shepherd Lake is...
you never know what you're going to catch.
Is that so?
(Buddy) I had to keep my cool.
There was no way he could know
about the dead body in the lake.
Could he?
Sit down.
Not there.
Here.
Make yourself comfortable.
Am I in trouble here,
Dad?
Can I... can I call you "Dad"?
I did a little fishing this morning.
You see, Jonathan,
I love my son.
And as long as you're dating him,
I need to make sure
that everything about you
is on the up-and-up.
So this is a father-son
thing, not an FBI thing?
I'm glad we got that settled.
Should we hit the track? Corn dogs on me.
I did a cursory background check,
and I have a few questions
about Jonathan Barlow.
Well,
who better to ask than me...
Jonathan Barlow?
[dreamy music]
♪ ♪
[gasps] Book club!
Well, let's just go ahead and start.
I'm here. I'm sorry. I'm so sorry I'm late.
You didn't miss anything.
Kablammo.
Nice.
Oh, Alden, hi. What are you doing here?
Hilva's back is still out.
I'm supposed to call her
so I can repeat her book opinions verbatim.
Oh.
Now, how do I hook up
this... this earphone doo-dad.
So let's discuss The Velvet Orchid.
Well, it is silver.
How about that slam-bang beginning?
- [beep]
- [gasps]
[vibrating]
Oh, no.
Hilva, can you hear me?
Oh, my.
Excuse me.
(Alden) Now, uh, Hilva, are you there?
Hilva, can you hear me?
[vibrating quickens] [shuddering]
Ah.
Dora, are you okay?
It's still in.
Up, down.
[squealing] Yep!
Yep.
[chuckles]
Oh. Oh.
[gasps]
[moaning]
Help me. [Gasps]
Oh, all right, I'm getting nothing.
Up, down, up, down, up, down.
Alden...
- [gasps] Oh, my God.
- Let me do that.
Okay.
Ah! Oh, yes.
- Oh, my.
- Oh.
Um,
you know, let's all give Dora a hand
for that amazing reenactment
of the opening scene, right?
- [applause]
- Oh, is that what that was?
'Cause I did not read the book.
It was.
So, to be clear,
the purpose of your 2003 visit
to the former Soviet Union was tourism.
Are you still a Russian sympathizer?
I do like their dressing.
Would you care to elaborate?
On salads and the occasional Reuben.
Uh-huh.
It says here you were once married
to a Kelly Patterson.
[exhales deeply] Big mistake.
She and I were totally
wrong for each other.
"She"?
Kelly was a man.
Yeah?
But I called him my bitch.
You were only together for
six months. Why was that?
Well, he wasn't just a bitch.
He was a son of a bitch.
Plus, he had problems with his, you know...
[whispering] His wiener.
I think we're done here.
You passed.
I'll meet you in the car.
I'm gonna hit the can.
(Buddy) When you've failed as
many job interviews as I have,
you know when you've screwed the pooch.
Agent Herman, please.
Hi, Mark. Roger.
Listen, can you run me
a full background check
on a Jonathan Barlow
from Richmond, Virginia?
Pictures, records, everything.
One hour?
Perfect.
Yeah,
perfect.
Russell, could I see you
in the kitchen, please?
Why are you guys home so early?
Well this one had a headache.
- Oh, no, can I get you some aspir...
- No time.
Russell, kitchen, now.
He's in one of his moods.
(Buddy) The only reason
Roger needed that FBI check
was because I was dating his son.
So...
- We have to end this.
- What? Why?
God.
Yeah, he's totally pissed we're
being deceitful to your parents.
We need to come clean now.
I can't do that.
They're so proud of me
for finally being honest.
If they find out I'm lying again,
they'll lose all trust in me.
[cell phone rings]
(Roger) Hey, Mark.
What'd you find out?
Emailed you that intel on Barlow,
but, uh, it bounced back.
Susie, what's our new email?
I can't believe you're breaking up with me!
You know what?
I blame you two.
If you hadn't raised him with
such good Christian values,
he'd be okay with me being promiscuous
and hooking up with lots of dudes,
- even Russians.
- [gasps]
Hang on, Mark.
Last chance, Russell...
monogamy or me?
I'm sorry, Buddy.
I have to let you go.
It was great while it lasted.
Never mind.
It doesn't matter anymore.
(Buddy) It was close,
but I was officially out of the woods.
♪ You can knock me down, down ♪
♪ You can knock me down, down ♪
♪ But I'll fight like the Devil ♪
Man, this is a big one!
♪ Round after round after round ♪
What the hell?
♪ Drowning in sweat ♪
♪ Blood running cold ♪