Six Feet Under (2001–2005): Season 2, Episode 10 - The Secret - full transcript

- Hey.
- Hi. I need to sit down.

Oh, God, I'm so fat!

So what papers do you need me to sign?

Don't tell me I forgot them.

I'm forgetting everything.
It's because of the hormones.

Which, by the way, made me
a complete freak the last time I saw you.

I'm sorry again for being so hostile.

How are you doing?
It's so good to see you again.

Hi, Lisa, I didn't know you were in town.
What's new?

- Doing the whole single-mom routine.
- Right, I can see that. Good for you.

Are you taking pictures these days?



No. I took some photos with a friend's
camera and I wanted to keep doing it.

So I went on eBay and I got my own.

But it was really just because I was bored
and it was kind of stupid. But...

I have to go to school. So I'll see you later.

I'll be out in a second.

Shit!

Okay, let's go.

Hey, you think your chair seems right
for that space?

You said you were kidding about
me not bringing my ugly-ass furniture.

It's so big.

It's a really good chair
for watching television.

I guess.

Maybe it is too big. I think it is. It's too big.

You know, I'll put it in storage
with the rest of my stuff.



Shit. I gotta return The Great Escape today.
I'm gonna be fucking late.

I'll return it. It's on my way.

I never get tired
of watching Steve McQueen.

I think I've seen every one of his movies
at least three times.

Yeah, some of them four times.

Wow, this is...

Since I want your name
on the birth certificate...

my lawyer says you need to sign away
all custodial rights.

- I thought...
- What?

I thought we were gonna be
more casual about this.

It's a baby.
It's hard to be that casual about it.

Right.

Maybe I should have my lawyer look at this.

It's just a formality.
Cut the bullshit and just sign it.

Okay.

- You know what's weird about dead people?
- Everything?

How they look so perfect.

I just want to mess this woman's hair up
a little bit.

Please don't.

When I die, I want to be one big mess.
That's what life is: Messy.

Nate, I'm not accusing you.

It's better this way. We both know that.

I mean, I can't lie.

Of course, I would've loved to do this
with someone who wanted to be a father.

I'm sorry.

- I don't know what else to...
- But then I think how perfect this baby is.

And everything somehow seems right.

You know, somehow it's just so funny.

And you know, actually, I'm proud,
in a weird way.

- What do you mean?
- I mean, I'm having a child...

with the last person in the world
who would ever want a child.

Why aren't you wearing your casts?

I take them off.

It's time for me to go.

But you're supposed to keep them on
until next week.

- I'm calling the doctor.
- He say it's okay. Look. See?

Your left foot looks purple.

Is always like that. Is from bad circulation.
You know that.

I guess I forgot.

Okay, it's time to get this show
on the road, yeah?

I guess I could call a taxi...

- even though it's a total rip-off.
- I can drive you!

It was a heart attack.

He died just like that.

So you want
a traditional Thai Buddhist service?

If that's a problem,
we can go somewhere else.

There are very specific elements,
and if you can't do it...

Please do not behave this way.

You will have to excuse my son.

He and my husband
hadn't spoken in months, and...

Mom, please. Not in front of this person.

Okay, Mr. Fisher, if you know the procedure,
let's hear it.

Actually, I've only been here
for a year or so, and...

Although I did read Zen and the Art
of Motorcycle Maintenance in high school...

That's probably my brother. David!

Sorry I'm late. I had to stop at Video West.
Some idiot ahead of me was writing a check.

I didn't even want to watch a movie
last night, but Keith got his way, as usual.

- This is...
- Bette and Phil Srisai. I'm David Fisher.

I spoke to you on the phone yesterday.

I'm so sorry for your loss.

Thank you.
We were just discussing my father's service.

I assume the deceased
will remain at the temple for three days...

before we have the service here?

Of course, Fisher & Sons will provide
all the requisite supplies:

The Buddha, the altar, the carpet-kneelers.

And you'll want some monks for chanting.

We prefer to use the ones from Riverside...

but if those aren't to your liking, we have
some good ones over in Eagle Rock.

Nikolai, your apartment is so...

It's very...

It has a lot of charm.

Thank you.

I still don't know what your big rush was.
You could've stayed with me until...

It was time.

But how do we know you're safe here?
You could be hurt by these ruffians.

I spoke to Yuri.

I tell him that February
is the biggest month for flowers.

He say he give me 30 days
to come up with the money.

- Are you gonna be able to do it?
- Yeah, sure, of course.

Well, that's nice.

Thank you for all the taking care of me.
You don't have to do that now.

You are done.

What about dinner?
You probably don't have any food.

I was gonna pack you lamb, but I forgot.
I'll go get the lamb.

No, I'll be fine. I get takeout from Eat-a-Pita.

Goodbye, Nikolai.

Goodbye, Ruthie.

I bet you Mr. Van Kirk
has sex with students in here after hours.

We should stake this place out later, okay?

- Claire?
- Oh, fuck.

- I think there was dust on the negative.
- No one's gonna notice.

No, I want it to be perfect.

- Claire, these are so sick!
- Thanks.

I've taken shots
of almost every single person...

that's come through in the past three weeks.

They're amazing.

It's like each one
is someone who's lying in bed with you...

telling you a little story
before you go to sleep.

I'm putting them together
for that thing for Foster's class.

- The fucking Spoon River Anthology paper?
- Yeah.

I just thought that since each poem
is from the perspective of a dead person...

that it would be a really interesting way to...
I don't know.

Show what the poems brought out in me.

Okay, that sounded really geeky.

No, that's genius.
You could really do something with this.

Yeah, right.

Claire, I have to tell you something.

I got into Yale. I heard yesterday.

You don't feel jealous or hate me, right?

No. You worked really hard for it.
Congratulations.

I know you didn't play the game
the way I did...

but I'm sure you'll get into UCLA,
which is a really good school, too.

Actually, no, I didn't make the cut.

But they sent me
a list of community colleges I could go to...

and said to try again next year.

So I'm looking at East Valley.

I'm gonna be a famous photographer
and make a gazillion dollars...

taking pictures of anorexic models
and fucked-up actors.

So maybe I don't even need
to go to college, right?

It's a joke. I'm joking.

But you could.
You should just become a photographer.

Because, truthfully,
East Valley is kind of a shitty school.

So there was that one
a month ago in the bookstore.

Then I met this other guy
at the Farmers Market.

That place has gotten so touristy.

And then there was this guy last week
at the Rose Café, who...

No, that doesn't count.
That was an almost one.

What exactly do you hope
to get out of therapy?

Melissa gave me your number
because I guess I'm...

I don't know.

It's not that I'm unhappy. I'm not unhappy.
I'm really not.

But I know that what I'm doing
is a little strange.

I mean, most people who are engaged
to someone they really love...

don't have sex with strangers.

- Or maybe they do.
- Does that matter?

I think I like the euphoria I get
from these encounters.

I'm just having a little trouble with anxiety.

- What do you mean?
- I don't know.

It's like I'm coexisting
in these two separate realities.

There's my Nate reality,
and then there's this other reality.

And I would like to not feel
so anxious about it.

It's not guilt. It's just edginess.

So, that's it.

I'd like to not feel edgy. That's why I'm here.

Okay, so you would like...

to continue to have these encounters,
as you call them...

- but you would like to not feel edgy.
- Ideally.

I know what you're thinking.

You think that I'm afraid of intimacy...

so I'm trying to sabotage
my relationship with my fiancé.

Is that what I'm thinking
or is that what you're thinking?

No.

I just wanted to clarify...

that I don't necessarily think
that what I'm doing is destructive.

It might even be healthy.

How so?

Maybe it's not good for me
to totally lose myself in one person...

and this is a way for me to have...

a completely separate,
private area that's my own.

Not his, not ours.

Maybe that's healthy for me.

Listen, I assume that Melissa told you...

one of my specialties is sexual addiction.

No.

I don't know how much you know
of this issue, but obviously...

it involves the sublimation of emotions
that are too painful to address.

It's the root of all addiction, really.

I'm sorry, but I don't think I can help you
because you don't need help.

You've clearly evolved beyond the need
for therapy. I'm actually in awe of you...

because I'd be fucking strangers
like a truck-stop whore on crack...

if I wasn't so inhibited
by my Judeo-Christian upbringing.

It's not down here.

We used to have a few Buddhas in here.
I can't believe we can't find one.

I've read all this stuff about Buddhism,
but it never stays with me.

Just know that everything is nothing.

Is that it?
I thought it was, "Nothing is everything."

- It's the same thing, isn't it?
- I found one.

- It looks kind of girly, doesn't it?
- Sort of.

Think it's water damage. I'll get you
some stuff to clean him off, okay?

His little hat is cute, so pointy.

I wonder if anyone
poked their eyes out on one by accident.

Look at all these unclaimed cremains.

Can you imagine
having a member of your family cremated...

and then not caring enough
to pick up their ashes?

I think sometimes it's too hard
for people to acknowledge...

that someone they loved
is now just chunks of soot.

David Fisher. Hey.

Yes, I returned the videos.
Didn't I say I would?

Sure, swordfish is fine. Whatever. Bye.

You hate swordfish.

I know. It's funny.
Now that Keith and I are living together...

I find myself trying to be
so fucking agreeable all the time.

- Why?
- Because, if you aren't, things come up...

and you've no idea
how big the thing's gonna be.

It's like this constant negotiation.
You can never just relax.

Is that just a phase
or is it always going to be like that?

Don't ask me. Look, I have no fucking idea.

Maybe that's just what a relationship is.

Constantly doing things
you have absolutely no desire to do.

Nate, Brenda, come on in!

We have so many details to go over...

before the bridal shower on Sunday.
Isn't it exciting?

It's all too much for me.

Please, it's all for you.
I'd rather just cancel it.

Are you mad?

Lulu Smeigel cancelled her weekend
at Canyon Ranch just to be here.

Now, you must try one of these.

It's made from this incredible liqueur...

that comes from the most
poverty-stricken village in Belize.

- It's delicious!
- Right. Your trip.

- You look like you had a good time.
- It was fabulous!

Your skin looks good.
Did you have some work done?

Not at all. It's just happiness.
You should try it sometime.

Is Billy here?

No. When I got back, I found a note saying
he's staying with friends in Portland.

But he didn't leave a number.

Brenda, did he give it to you?

- No, he didn't.
- That's right.

He still has all that raging resentment
towards you.

Who are you hiding in the bedroom?

Let me guess. Another one
of your young South American gigolos?

Not at all, darling.
He's an aging intellectual from the Bronx.

Isn't this fabulous?

Bern and I are back, and better than ever.

So I realized I'd made a terrible mistake,
got on the next plane to Belize...

and begged your mother to take me back.

Come on, be honest, dear.
The whore dumped you.

Because I was subconsciously
pushing her away...

because I really love you.

The point is, the sex has been incredible.

Just like when we first met.

I'll never forget what you were wearing
the first time you walked into my office.

The tight Givenchy blue skirt with a slit
that went right up to my wazoo.

I knew immediately I was gonna have
some wildly inappropriate feelings for you.

And, boy, was I right!

Mom was one of Dad's patients.
It's actually kind of disgusting.

I was not a patient. I was in grad school.

I was an intern.

And the second I lay down...

I knew I was never gonna get up
off that couch.

We terminated therapy after a few months...

and waited the correct amount of time
before embarking on a relationship.

At least, that's what we tell everyone.

I'll give you a hand with that.

Okay, what?

I can't believe you just took him back.

Are you that scared of being alone?

God, you're so fucking depressing.

I love your father.

And I'm very happy. You noticed it yourself.

Maybe that's what's upsetting you so much,
that I'm so happy.

I'm sorry for whatever tensions this
engagement is bringing up in you and Nate.

But my advice to you...

is get your shit together
and don't blow it with this one.

Because you are a major handful.

Sorry. I noticed a coffee stain on the couch.
I was trying to get it out.

You still mad at me about the swordfish?

You should've told me you didn't like it
instead of waiting till I slaved over it.

- You're right. I should've told you.
- So why didn't you?

Because you scare me.

Shut the fuck up.

You want everything to be perfect,
all the time.

When it's not, you get upset.

I didn't get any sleep last night.
I'm too tired for this conversation.

Sometimes I feel like
if I don't do or say exactly what you want...

you might decide
you don't want to be with me.

That's just stupid.

Thanks.

When we were together the first time...

it seemed like all our problems stemmed
from my not coming out.

They did.

Now I think it was just easier for you
to make us believe that.

If everything could be blamed
on my not coming out...

then nothing ever had to be your fault.

What's under that arm right here?

- Hey, Nate!
- Hey!

- Say hello to Nate.
- Hello.

You didn't like that?

All right. Let's go.

Look, Vanessa's sister,
she's got this publicist...

and the first thing she does is get her
invited to some spa thing in Long Beach.

So?

So she took Vanessa and the baby.
Now my sitter's sick, so here we are.

Mrs. Hirsch needs to be finished by 1:00.

I have a kid, okay?
These type of things happen.

Anyhow, I gave Mrs. Hirsch the once-over.
She's a young breast cancer. Piece of cake.

- Hopefully I'll get a sitter in time to do her.
- That's not good enough.

My hands are tied here, okay?

Unless you take care of Julio
while I do Mrs. Hirsch.

- No...
- Come on, I don't see you doing anything.

Look, I can't. I have to clean a Buddha.

He looks like he's asleep.

He's not.

He's just blissed out
because he has the secret to enlightenment.

What's "enlightmintz"?

- I guess it's knowing everything.
- My dad knows everything.

Well, he knows a lot.

He knows everything.
How much do you know?

Not much.

- Ruthie? Did we have plans?
- No.

Does that mean I have to go away?

I do not need my house
to smell like fake lemons.

- It smells good already.
- No, it doesn't.

- I like everything the way it is.
- But I don't.

I thought I would... Isn't this fun?

It's a surprise sleepover.

Okay, let's do it, sure.

- Then let's get started.
- Okay.

First, we have to get this place into shape,
so we can have a nice, cozy, clean evening.

We're going to wallpaper?

No, silly. It's contact paper for the drawers.

Ruthie, why do I want little cherries
in my drawers?

It's hard to explain. You just do.

You failed me?

I'm sorry, Claire,
but I asked for a literary analysis.

- So you didn't think they were any good?
- That's not the point.

This is an English class.
I wanted something in English.

So you'd just prefer I download
some stupid crap off the Internet...

than do something that's actually creative?

I don't have time for this.
Would you just do the make-over?

I was really happy with Mrs. Sibley.

"The secret of woman, the soil.

"My secret: Under a mound
that you shall never find."

Just so you know,
I put a lot of myself into this.

I wasn't just slacking off.

Look, I don't want to fail you.
Just give me some kind of paper.

I assume you need to graduate.
You are going to college, right?

- Yup, East Valley.
- Really? I went there.

David Fisher.

- Hey, it's me.
- Hi.

I'm calling to tell you we're having lunch
with Taylor and Karla on Saturday.

You can't just schedule things without
asking me first. That's not what couples do.

- How would you know what couples do?
- I watch TV.

Or at least I used to
when I had a comfortable chair to sit in.

Listen, I was in the middle
of five things at work, okay?

You know,
not everyone can always act so perfect.

Yeah, I know that. That's what
I was trying to tell you last night.

You should check with me
before you say yes to things.

- Are you available?
- Yes.

Then pretend I asked you first.

So I went the one time,
but I'm not going back to Dr. Michaelson.

- Are you annoyed?
- No, why would I be annoyed?

- You can do whatever you want.
- I'm sure she's good. She's just not for me.

You didn't tell me she was so serious.

I didn't realize you were looking for laughs.

I can ask around for more names.
My friend Paula's been to 40 shrinks...

although I guess that's not
the best endorsement for them.

I'm fine. I think I'm the only one
that can solve any of my problems.

Yeah, we are ultimately
stuck with ourselves.

It's so fucking puritanical...

how we're conditioned to buy into
the whole true-Iove-monogamy crap.

Hey, you're preaching to the choir.

So I've been thinking,
the next time that I feel adventurous...

what if I include Nate?

Not a bad idea.

You remember Terry from Orange County
I was telling you about?

- She has the lifestyle parties on weekends.
- Oh, right.

She and her husband are committed.
They have sex with strangers once a week.

They're really happy.
Monogamy just isn't for everyone.

I know. Look at my parents.

Actually, don't look at them.
That's what they want.

So maybe we could go to Terry's
this weekend and check it out.

Yeah, whatever. I'll give you the address.

- I hope you and Nate like it.
- I don't want to bring Nate.

I mean not yet. First you and I should go
and see what it's like.

Okay, what do you think?

It feels like a whole new place.

Yes, it really does.

Who am I kidding?

I can't stay here.

I'll never be able to stay here.

It's too dank. It will always be dank.

I'm only human. I can only do so much.

Nikolai, this is crazy.
Why aren't you moving into my house?

I don't know, it's...

Why are you acting like we talked
about this? We haven't, have we?

I guess it's just been on my mind.

I like how things have been
for the past few months.

I like seeing you every night and morning.
I don't want to go backward, do you?

I love you.

I wish you didn't sound so sad
when you say that.

I wish I wanted to move in with you
and be with you all the time.

I want to want that more than anything.

But I don't.

Maybe I am the one with the problem.

Maybe I have been alone and cut off
for so long...

that I no longer know how to do it.

Maybe I am not capable of it.

Can't we go on as we were before accident?

I think I should go home.

Didn't Mom leave any real food for dinner?

No, there was just a note saying
she was gone for the night.

So why aren't you two
with your loved ones?

- Late shift.
- Shiatsu appointment.

- What's this?
- Give me that.

- It's this thing for school.
- I don't believe this.

David, look at these.

That's Mrs. Steiner.

Mr. Thomas. The Harrisons.

Mr. Benson.

Mrs. Orozco.
God, Rico did an amazing job on her.

- So do you think they're any good?
- I think they fucking suck!

Do you know
what kind of lawsuit this could cause?

What kind of stupid,
fucked-up child are you?

I was trying to do something
I gave a shit about.

What's going on here?

Nate, I heard you yelling.

- Someone please tell me what's going on.
- Nothing.

You were spending the night out.
Why are you back?

That's none of your business!

Hey, got some change?

Fuck you, too!

You're not listening to me.
I said this shirt feels funny.

- It scratches my neck.
- Too bad. It's the only clean one you had...

and I can't take your uncle's bitching
if he sees one little apple juice stain.

- I want to go back and get my yellow one!
- I said no.

- Turn around, now!
- You don't tell me what to do.

Mom!

- What are you doing?
- We gotta get out of here.

I had no idea
East Valley was so close to the freeway.

It's very convenient.

That's the Student Center.
That's where your mailbox will be.

Great.

I can go there and get letters
from people begging me not to kill myself.

I bet you some famous people went here.

Someone like...

David Spade.

Okay, there's way too many flyers
with the word "Baptist" on them.

Look, you can make extra money
as a phone sex operator.

Yeah, Baptist phone sex.

It says here
they have a really good arts center.

No, it's under construction.
It won't be open till 2004.

That's okay.

I need to start being more connected
to the real world.

I'm thinking about taking
some business courses.

- Mommy, we have to...
- Just shut up.

I need to think.

Okay. Nothing there. I think nothing's there.

Where have I missed?

- I don't want anyone to find anything.
- We have to tell the cops.

No, we don't!
We just got to pray nobody saw us.

It wasn't my fault. We can't help him now.

- We have to tell somebody.
- No, we don't!

God! I am so tired!
I am so fucking tired of this shit!

Why can't I ever have some fucking peace?

Baby, we can't tell the cops.

Okay? They'll take me away from you.

Do you want the cops
to take me away from you?

- No.
- Then we don't tell the cops.

Okay? This is our little secret.
Do you hear me?

Our little secret.

- Say it.
- It's our little secret.

Of course they're late.
I've got a turkey breast drying up.

I'm sorry. Am I boring you?

No, I didn't get any sleep last night
because you were kicking me for hours.

You know what? I have nightmares.
Is that my fault, too, like everything else?

- You're 40 minutes late.
- Sorry, something came up.

Hey, little girl.

Fuck, Bren, it's just that it's Saturday night.

You know, I thought we planned to
on Saturday night...

Yeah, I know you have
the shitty shower tomorrow.

All right. No.

Just stay at home
and take care of yourself, all right?

All right, bye.

Maybe you shouldn't jump so hard.
What if he catches us?

- I don't care.
- Taylor, that's enough.

My mom ran over somebody on Washington.

What?

It was an accident.
It was an old, bald white guy.

But we're not gonna tell anybody.
It's a secret.

But secrets are so stupid.
People always find out about secrets.

Oh, my God.

I was just kidding.

I got you, I got you good.

- Taylor, that's not funny.
- Yes, it is.

This is even more of a shitbox
than I remembered.

Do you want to get out
while there's time to run?

Are you kidding? This is fantastic.

Melissa, you made it!

Oh, crap.

Hey, Terry, look at you, girl!

Sex is so stupid.

This is like these parties
my parents used to have when I was a kid.

There was always
this really weird energy in the air.

Just like tonight.

Oh, yes, the heady haze of expectancy.

Everyone got really drunk, got all handsy.

Although I don't think they were
official sex parties, like this one.

We should mingle.

This shit's amazing.

I found it in my kid's room
and beat the crap out of him.

Don't get me started on my kids.

They leave the house at all hours.
I've no idea what they're up to.

If I think about it too hard, I could cry.

You like that?

Why are you getting so upset?

I'm saying, isn't it weird
that Taylor made up this story?

Why didn't you tell me this earlier?

Because you were going on and on
about the coffee stain on your couch.

It was me, okay? I did it.
I'm sorry. It was me.

Now shut up already about the coffee stain!

Don't call her. Let's just forget it.
It's just this weird thing Taylor said.

I'm not calling her, idiot.

Hello?

- Can I help you?
- Hi.

You killed me.
It was about seven years ago, remember?

You drove Lisa to have me killed.

Don't get me wrong.
I don't harbor any bad feelings or anything.

I'm pro-choice.

At least I would be, if I were alive.

You killed me, too.

Actually, I was miscarried by the girl
who worked at that Starbucks on Fremont.

I don't think she was ever planning
to tell you about me.

Yeah, Mom was your first real girlfriend.
Then I came along.

You guys offed me and then broke up.

Excuse me.

- Hi, Daddy.
- Hi.

Who wants cookies and milk?

I know the secret to everything.

But you'll never know it,
because you killed us.

Hit-and-run at Washington and Third.

The vehicle's description
matches Karla's car.

The old, bald white guy was dead
before he got to Cedars.

Oh, my God.

- What do we do?
- What the hell do you think we do?

Marly and I were fighting night and day.

And then we came to one of these parties.

It was like we rediscovered each other.

And things have been hot between us
ever since.

Isn't that such a heartwarming story?

Some people just need a little extra help
to stay together, you know?

- There's nothing wrong with that.
- I'm for getting all the help I can get.

Marly, show the gals
that thing I got you for your birthday.

- This has given us another five years.
- This sounds good.

- Should we guess what it is?
- No, I'll tell you.

It's this little gizmo that he got online
at a sex website.

You've just got to see it to believe it.

- I can't wait.
- I can. I'm gonna get another drink.

I can't find it.

I'll just kill myself if I've lost that.

- Why do I lose everything?
- You probably left it in your coat.

I think we left them in that room over there.

I'll just go help Marly for a second.

Or you could come with us, if you want.

Sure, I'll help you.

I just saw Mr. Srisai's brother-in-law
put $20 in the casket.

It's traveling money for his journey.

Apparently, unlike the rest of us,
Buddhists can take it with them.

- Why am I giving Brenda napkin rings?
- Because that's all I had in the gift closet.

Hey, they're allowed to take pictures
of the dead guy, but I'm not?

- That's right. They're family.
- Claire, we're going to be late.

- I can't believe I have to go to this thing.
- All right, look, I'm sorry.

On the plus side...

I bet it'll take you two sips of punch
before you're completely wasted.

Thanks, I'll keep that in mind.

- More punch, anyone?
- Yeah, sure, I'll take another hit.

That brat's over an hour late.

For the life of me, I don't know
how she got so damn passive-aggressive.

Isn't that just being aggressive?

Are you sick, dear?
Or are you always this deathly pale?

I'm not late, am I?

You most certainly are.

Ice-cold mini asparagus quiche, darling?

What are they doing
with those cups of water?

It's a cleansing ritual.

You rid yourself of any wrongs you've done
to the deceased.

You really think that changes anything?
Pouring a little water into a bowl?

I don't know. Maybe.

I have to go.

Can you make sure
that the monks get home all right?

And you'll pour the water out
from Mr. Srisai's bowl?

You're supposed to do it over the oldest
tree you can find. I use the one out front.

I don't know why they bring
so many oranges.

But if there are any extra,
grab some for the prep room.

This punch is delicious.

Your mother made it
with a liqueur from Belize.

It's some word with a tilde over the "n."

So what's new?

Actually, I spent all night...

doing it with this couple
from Orange County.

And I have absolutely no idea why.

It's one of those sex things, you know.

- Lifestyle parties.
- I don't know anything about that.

They had this...

little high-tech Japanese vibrator...

that stimulates the clitoris
through very low-voltage electrical shocks.

Anyway, they invited me, you know,
to go with them...

and I thought,
"Now this would be crossing a line."

Which I seem to be doing
more and more these days.

Because you know what?
The lines are only in our heads.

In actuality, there are no lines at all...

which is really fucking terrifying,
if you think about it.

What's so funny?

Nothing. Everything. This.

I want you to know something, Brenda.

I love you.

I love you, because you are so independent
and spirited...

and you make no apologies to yourself.

And you know you can't smother someone
or you'll lose them.

You accept Nate as he is,
and that is beautiful.

I don't know how to do that. Not at all.

Maybe that's why I resented you so much.

But now I don't.

Now I admire you.

Thank you.

Thanks.

I have to go to the bathroom.

Claire, are you feeling all right?

Yeah, I'm just tired.

Let me feel your forehead.

It feels okay.

I don't know why you should be tired.
You slept almost 11 hours last night.

I'm not really like want-to-go-to-sleep tired.
I'm just sort of like...

sick and tired of everything.

- What do you mean?
- Just all the lies we're fed.

The bullshit we're supposed to care about,
how everybody is so scared...

of anything that's different
from everything else.

I don't know.

I'm gonna get some coffee.
Do you want some?

I have to use the bathroom.

You must be Ruth. Bernard Chenowith.

- Oh, hello.
- I'm so sorry to startle you.

I was supposed to confine myself
to the master suite...

but Margaret doesn't like me
to use her bathroom.

She gets insanely territorial
about that damn bidet.

- It's nice to finally meet you.
- I know.

I don't know why Nate and Brenda
haven't arranged a dinner or something.

I could give you half a dozen reasons
just off the top of my head!

But I'd like to ask you something.

What steps have you taken
to treat your daughter's depression?

I have no idea what you're talking about.

Surely you must be aware of it.

Now, if you're adverse to talk therapy,
there are scads of pharmaceutical solutions.

Either way, I'd be happy to recommend
the name of somebody she can see.

I'm sorry. I have to use the bathroom.

You're breaking up with me?

I don't think we have a healthy friendship.
We shouldn't see each other anymore.

- Okay.
- I don't know how else to explain it.

Don't bother, really.

I'm going through something.
I don't understand what it is...

but I need to be around people
who aren't like you.

People who have clear values, or something.

Okay, got it.

If I hadn't met you, I probably wouldn't be
doing all the shit I've been doing.

Not that I blame you, exactly.

Oh, brother! Just can it, sweetheart.

You can't stand to see the truth
about yourself, so I've got to take the fall.

Just do me a favor.
When you feel bad about this later...

you can skip the big apology
and trying to be friends again.

It was fun, but we should both move on.

So now you know what was really
going on with me that night in Seattle.

So is the Western medicine
controlling the seizures?

Not entirely.

And I'm sorry
I didn't tell you about this earlier.

I think I was just trying to not face it myself.

Lisa, I've changed.

I used to be this person who ran away from
responsibility, but I'm not him anymore.

I want to be a part of our child's life.

I really want to. I need to.

Is this about
you being a father for someone...

or is this about you being scared of death?

Does it really matter?

Maybe it doesn't.

This is going to take some adjusting.

Okay, maybe we can work out something.

- This is what you want, right?
- Absolutely what I want.

It's not like Brenda told you
this was the right thing to do, or something.

No.

She doesn't even know about it.

What?

Nate, you are so...

This is no good.

- I just want to get away from you.
- I don't understand. What's going on?

I was so stupid to think
that anything could ever change you.

You don't want a child, so you agree
not to be a part of that child's life.

Then you decide you do want a child, and
you say you'll be part of the child's life...

with a total disregard for the person
you're supposedly sharing a life with.

- All I said...
- Jesus, Nate...

if you can't put anyone but yourself first,
how can you be a father?

You can't.

So do us both a favor
and stay out of our lives. Please.

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