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♪ When we die ♪
♪ And move on to new lives ♪
♪ How will I find you? ♪
♪ Will you know it's me when I do? ♪
♪ Will we remember how it felt ♪
♪ When I held you So happy we could melt ♪
♪ Will it drift away A distant memory of yesterday ♪
♪ When you lie ♪
♪ When you lie awake at night ♪
♪ Are you thinking of me Hoping I am sleeping sweetly? ♪
♪ Are you thinking of how it felt ♪
♪ When you held me So happy we could melt ♪
♪ Do you drift away Dreaming of another day? ♪
What the hell is the Wi-Fi password?
I've been sending JoinMyTrip emails and no one's even opening them.
I totally answered.
Oh, my God, you answered to say that
you weren't going to go to Florida.
I mean, that was a given. It was never even on the table.
It wasn't an option, so it doesn't even count.
That's like nixing the tiramisu. Nobody wants the fucking tiramisu.
-I do. I love tiramisu. -Of course you do, honey.
-Listen, I love this platter. -Mmm.
-What's the Wi-Fi password? -No idea. The kid's got my phone.
Nora, sweetie, do you have a bowl? Like, a real bowl for the dip?
-Yeah, sure. This isn't a real bowl? -No.
-What's the Wi-Fi password? -Hey, if you get on,
-can you check something for me? -Yeah.
And maybe something, uh, green or red, you know,
something where the color really pops.
-You got it. Okay. -Uh, Nora, Wi-Fi?
-Uh, "home sweet home." -Oh, and you know what?
Maybe a little bit of jicama as well.
You're amazing. Fuck Shannon, no one eats jicama!
-I eat jicama! -Babe, you want these?
Oh, baby, what are you doing with those? Please throw them out.
Mmm, that's good. Um, fuck, is that ours?
Our what?
Not me.
Kate? Kate, please.
Just don't throw up in the pool.
I'm not gonna throw up in the pool.
Daddy, look!
Whoa! Cannonball.
We're applying to the science magnets.
Oh, my gosh, that's great. That's so amazing.
-Remember Ben in kindergarten? -Yeah.
He had the rocking chair, every chewable on the market.
-Right, right. -Look, look at this picture.
-He's even wearing a lab coat. -One sec.
Oh, that's adorable. Yes, love?
-Oh, hey! -My mom said you'd give me a bandage.
-What happened? -Max pushed me.
Oh, I'm sor-- Where-- where did-- where?
On your-- I don't even see-- Does it hurt?
-Not really. -Okay.
Well, there should be some in the pool house, okay?
I don't like princesses. I like dogs.
You don't like princesses, but you like-- Oh, all right.
What is it? What happened?
She's not breathing.
What do you mean, she's not breathing?
-She's not breathing. -Somebody call 911!
-Oh, sweetheart. -Somebody call 911!
CLEARMIND
♪ Follow me ♪
♪ Through the trees ♪
♪ We'll go walking in the sun ♪
♪ Find a place ♪
♪ To lay down ♪
♪ In your scared mind ♪
♪ Ain't it great to be crazy? ♪
♪ And I miss you lately ♪
♪ And darling, don't I know ♪
♪ That I loved you completely ♪
♪ And it kills me to let you go ♪
♪ To let you go ♪
You don't have to wait with me, you know.
I know. But Dr. Crosby said, you know, until we find the right balance, it's--
Half the country is on meds, Michael.
You don't see them being driven around by their exes.
It's fine. Shelby doesn't mind.
Oh! Well, that's nice.
I know, such a big heart. Too big.
Got two stray cats living on the porch now.
Wow. Cats.
Yeah. She's really helped me get over--
I mean, sorry, not get over-- get through everything.
-You know, letting go. -I'm so glad.
-Not that it's not okay to not be okay. -Mm-hmm.
Thanks. Thank you.
She-- she has a podcast, actually.
It was called a must-listen by Christian Countdown last month.
Uh, Rolling Holy.
Uh-- I know, I know, it's a cute name-- but it's number six on the charts.
-Oh, gosh. -Yeah.
I'm gonna have her talk to David this weekend.
You know, he's got that show on, um, whatever network it is.
But, uh, you know, podcasts are huge right now.
I'm sorry, this weekend?
-Wow. They're doing it? You're going? -Well...
Well...
-it is a tradition. -Our tradition.
And to honor that, Shannon decided to host.
-Without me. -For you.
Without you.
Look, you know they'd love to see you.
-Oh, I'm sure. -When you're ready.
Which, um, actually...
-there's something that, um, I've been-- -Listen, I'm sorry.
Do you know if it's time?
-Uh... -I really don't wanna cut it short.
-The session? -Right. Uh...
Listen, are you sure that this is the right way to be moving on?
I mean, you know Lily.
I just wanna make sure she's helping
and not hurting.
Um, I'm gonna head back
and use the restroom if that's okay?
Come on, Nora.
Thanks for the ride, Michael.
I'm so happy you've healed.
That's not fair, Nora. We deserve another chance. We both do.
You're allergic to cats.
Not anymore.
Well.
What a blessing.
I hope you have fun this weekend, Michael. Letting go.
You definitely deserve it.
Nora, please don't...
What do you mean, plateau? It's repeat exposure, that's how it works.
Michael has a new girlfriend.
-Does he? -Mm-hmm.
She has her own podcast.
It's, like, on some top-ten list or something.
Oh, please. Anyone can have a podcast. You're making actual change.
Besides, you've only been with us for like, what?
-Two months. -That's nothing.
It used to take you two months to pick out an outfit.
-Oh, my God. Really? -In high school, Gary! Kids are mean.
Not to you. God, she was so cheerful. I mean, like, happy-happy.
-Was I? -Anyway, they're your friends.
-And yours. -Oh, yeah?
You call being the hook-up to my weed dealer brother a friendship?
-How is Walt? -Oh, my God. VP of Sales,
Midwest division.
But, I mean, pharmaceuticals are huge right now.
Anyway, patience. Memory is tricky. Yeah? We got lots of loose ends.
How will I know when I'm ready?
You'll know. We'll know.
Okay. Let's start with the bird cam, and let's get our baseline.
-Okay. -Okay, does that feel good?
-Mm-hmm. -Okay. Thank you, Ger.
All right. Let's get those birds going.
Okay.
Busy day in the garden today.
Oh, no. Her nest. Again?
Yeah, it was a hawk this time. They'd been circling the day before.
There were, like, three or four eggs in there.
That is so sad.
Well, you can't use old wood to make a new nest.
-She's starting again. -I know.
Are those eggshells?
So morbid, right? Talk about not turning the trauma wheel.
Well, you know what? Birds aren't exactly known for their brains.
I thought they were smart.
Oh, are they? I don't know. I mean, they're birds.
Yeah, they have tiny heads.
At least she won't forget.
Memory is the enemy, okay? Don't be that bird.
You're right. You're right. Let's try, Lily. Let's see if it's time.
Okay, all right, all right. Gary's gonna come get you hooked up.
No, no, no.
Without the headset. In person.
No. We are getting there, okay?
-Your startle reflex is-- -Nonexistent. I don't even flinch.
Which is how we know it's working.
Okay, are you going this weekend?
I heard Shannon's hosting.
No. I mean, maybe. No, I mean, I'm just-- I'm having--
-I haven't-- -They didn't even invite me.
Have you been sleeping?
Okay. Gary, can I-- Oh, he's right there.
Can I get two milligrams of Midazolam?
Okay, girl. Get the dizzle.
Maybe I don't need it. Maybe I should try.
It's not that easy. We would need Bob to sign off. We would need releases.
To see our friends?
Look how far you've come, Lily. You're practically a doctor now.
Well...
Maybe now they'll stop hitting you up for, like,
free yoga or Walt's weed.
Right? Right.
So Shannon's hosting, right? She's got the room.
She's got more than the room. She has a whole lake house now.
Her grandpa finally kicked it. Yeah. A whole house.
Really? Like in my sim?
Well, it was easy to replicate,
and I figured you would go there eventually,
-so it would be, you know-- -Familiar.
-Yeah. -How perfect.
Well, not yet. I mean, we still gotta build it out.
-It's-- it's early. -K-ville, though. That's not far.
Special delivery. We're out of two, so I got you a four.
Oh, wow. You ate this morning, right?
Lily, come on. I'll be your surprise guest.
Oh, it would be a surprise.
-And they would be-- -So happy to see me.
-Well... -Okay, let's get you hooked in.
-Okay. -I will check your levels.
-I'm not getting hooked up. -What are you talking about? No, wha--
Please, you have to be careful with that. Please, I need you to stop touching.
-You stop touching! -Hey, time out. Gary, over here.
Nora, you don't just show up, okay? That's not how it works.
Do you want me to get Bob or somebody from up on four?
Oh, fuck Bob. What the fuck does Bob know?
He is trained in the five stages of grief.
I thought there were seven.
-You're thinking of seven habits. -That was such a good book.
Yeah, well, he doesn't know grief like I know grief.
-Oh, okay. -So fuck him.
There are seven fucking stages to mine.
All right, all right. Well, we're gonna put this on, and then we're-- Nora!
-You are wasting time. -He is starting over, Lily.
Look, we're gonna get a baseline.
We're gonna watch the bird cam. Maybe she made a new nest.
I don't want a fucking baseline.
-I don't want a new nest! -Hey!
Memory is the enemy.
Okay.
Hey, babe, did you get ice? I told you to get ice.
Yeah, yeah, I got it. I got it right there.
Um, got a bag, put it by the cooler.
One bag?
Well, the store, they were down to two,
and I didn't wanna clean 'em out, so.
Of ice?
-Well, it's hot, babe. -Exactly!
Okay. Don't worry about it.
I'll go to the store and I'll get some more.
No, Tom, it's too late. Come on, Mark is probably--
Okay, you know what, then? I will-- I will make some.
-I'll go into the house and I will-- -What? Watch water freeze?
-Is that what you're gonna do? -You're so-- Oh, I love you.
-You're gonna watch water freeze? Okay. -I love you!
-Yes, okay. Leave me alone. -I love you, Shannon.
No, he's not staying there.
We told some assistant that, like, a billion times.
I didn't say that!
No, linens! Linens. Jesus, who the hell needs designer fuckin' lemons?
What? Oh, fuck off.
How's your mother, David?
Very funny.
It would've killed him to build a cell tower out here?
Hey, man, does this look upside-down to you?
Dude, uh, wrong person to ask.
So it's a wireless weekend, David.
Oh, yes. Yes, totally. Yes, I know.
And also, Tom would love help with these chairs. So sit, come on, build.
Come on, I got you, bro. I got you.
Hey, thank you. Um, yep. Totally.
Uh, just one last call. One last call.
-Oh, one last call. -Last call.
-I don't believe you. -Yes.
Yes, hi. Hi, David, yes. Remember me?
Well, uh, fuck you, and I need to speak to business affairs.
Thank you.
I mean, what are they shooting at?
I've seen, like, three squirrels.
Well, two now.
-Hey, babe? -Yeah.
That light in the shed? It's out.
-I thought we fixed that. -We?
You. You, babe.
I love a woman who can get things done.
When the guy comes to fix the hot tub, he can do the shed too.
-All right. -Oh, my God! This is amazing!
Ah! It's like a late 80s summer house.
Minus, you know, the wine coolers, making out with the neighbor,
and taking a shit in the bushes!
-What is up? -You made it.
Oh my God. I can't believe I haven't been here.
Hoarder. You house hoarder!
-You've totally been here. -Have I?
Yes, my baby-moon, remember?
Before Ryder.
Oh, God. Well, I was tipsy for a lot of that, so, fresh eyes!
You're so sweaty. What, did you walk here all the way from Walnut Creek?
I just got confused. I thought it was closer to town.
I had to stop off at the mini-mart for, you know, essentials.
-The guy didn't wanna wait-- Hello, hello! -Hey! Katie, fist bump.
Oh, no, fist bumps are for four-year-olds, Tom.
Give me some hugs.
All righty. You want a drink? Can I get you a drink?
Yes, please. I would love--
Another six-pack, 'cause one's never enough.
Oh, good. My sponsor's here.
Spouse, sorry, spouser. Ex-spouser.
Guess I won't be working the steps this weekend.
-Which were always so effective! -It was kinda hard to work step nine
over the sound of you having sex with strangers you met on the internet.
Oh, God! Here we go.
And wine comes in four-packs, not six. I'm not a heathen.
Well, once it's pull-tab, it's pretty irrelevant, right?
I mean, you're basically drinking booze from a juice box.
Okay. You come inside with me, and the boys are going to build furniture.
Yeah, we're building chairs. Well, Tom is.
Well, you know. Gotta sit somewhere.
Everything was rotted through when we got here,
-so I figured while I have you... -Oh, my God, totally.
David loves building furniture. He goes to a very peaceful place.
If someone could open a hardware bag without blasting lug nuts everywhere...
Who opens bags with scissors, David?
-Everyone! -No one!
-Okay, Kate! Come on. -I'm coming.
Well, it's good to see you, Kate.
Oh, God, whatever. Eat me.
Okay. Yeah. You don't hear that every day.
-I hear it a lot. -Uh-oh.
Well, you know what? We'll let them do their thing and we'll do our thing, huh?
We'll have a man weekend. A "meekend." How about that?
Did you ever go see Dr. Bindle?
You can't tell? Don't I seem calm, consciously uncoupled?
No, no, you do, you do. Just...
Do you mind? Tiny slices.
We did go.
It was-- Well, he's still sleeping in the attic,
and we're still getting divorced eventually.
But at least we can share fridge space
without shitting in each other's yogurt.
You know? I mean, it would be far more satisfying
to wrap his balls in cheesecloth and have them permanently pressed--
I'm so sorry. Thinner slices. Just, like...
Are you gonna, like, tweet the cheese plate?
Well, not anymore.
No, we're good. We're good.
I just wouldn't say we're thriving.
Oh, God, man. Who is?
Hey, I'm just gonna keep working on my novel,
playing some fantasy football.
A little guitar. BingingWildwood. Bro, that shit is crazy.
Those fuckers, they keep eating each other. What the fuck?
Yeah. Kinda makes you appreciate what you have, you know?
Right. Right.
So you guys are...
There's a lot of paperwork involved,
-Divorce, you know. -Yeah.
Plus, we, uh, you know, we still have sex every now and again, so...
Nice. Um, yeah, we're still, uh, checking that box. So... yeah.
-Anyway, I get it. -Oh, do you, though?
Tom doesn't seem like a sex-with-strangers-I-met- on-the-internet kinda guy.
No. No, he's too... lazy for that.
-Probably, but... -Too nice to waitstaff?
Well, you know, after everything happened and I was contagious with misfortune,
he was like this sweet, sad, collaterally damaged dog
just waiting to be re-homed.
What is that?
Oh, God, it's the wiring.
The guy was supposed to come weeks ago.
It's the shed, the hot tub. There's no AC,
and with the weather we've been having...
-Here's hoping we don't fry. -Mm-hmm.
-Oh, God. -Wow.
-What is this for? -Mine didn't come with that.
Jesus, it's heavy.
Yeah, okay. Well, let's not, you know--
Maybe they include this so, uh, when you assemble it backwards,
you got to smash it.
-Right. Right. -Instead of starting over.
Well, I'm guessing you got the bench here.
Shit, dude.
Yeah. Hunters, opening weekend.
-Should we be wearing something bright? -Brighter than those shorts?
These are nice, dude.
No, you're good. You're good.
Hey, um... would you say you're having more sex now
-or when you were married? -God, I don't know.
I mean, maybe now, but it's a pain in the ass, man. Don't do it.
Plus, married dudes live longer. They've done studies.
Happily?
It doesn't matter. They just do.
Anyways, I've seen Shannon at a school board meeting.
I would not wanna see her in family court.
-No, you don't. -No.
Shit, man.
Does it feel like we're the only ones here?
Well, summer's done. It's hunting season. The locals take over.
Well, we're kind of locals.
Right, babe? I mean, we just gotta ease into it, you know?
-Let go a little. -I let go.
Yeah, yeah. No, you do.
Thank you. Anyway, Tom and I, after everything happened,
we just wanted a way to escape the city, you know?
-And I can't believe it's only been-- -A year.
-Exactly. -Almost to the day.
It's so fucked up.
Has anyone talked to her?
Barely.
Not since that whole celebration-of-life thing at school.
I mean, I-- You know, I tried to stay in touch for a while, but--
That was very satisfying.
-Biodegradable, right? -What, the golf balls?
I don't know. I thought they were yours.
-No? -Oops.
So, what, uh-- what kind of wildlife do you get out here?
-Ducks. -I mean what kind of furry wildlife?
-Please, ducks. -They're not wildlife?
I mean, they're ducks.
I don't know. Like, squirrels, skunks.
-Right, babe? -We're not really woods people, guys.
-What the fuck? Then why are we here? -Someone had to host.
And the whole, you know, nature-is-cleansing thing.
And no one else offered. It might as well be me.
At least I could put together a cheese plate. No offense to Nora.
I think this was Lily's idea.
Remember when she was texting everyone about her healer
and, like, drinking chloroform and whatever?
Oh, yeah, it was chlorophyll. Plant-based.
-Well, sorry. Not a scientist. -She is persuasive.
Yeah, she's a free spirit.
Very free spirit.
God, I just never understood Nora's thing with her.
High school. Years that don't forget.
Maybe it's guilt, you know?
I mean, we all got out, had lives, came back.
-She's exactly where we left her. -Her brother had very good weed.
You know, what is she, like, a therapist now? Or a--
-I don't know. -A life coach? That's cool.
Well, it's always the crazy ones.
-Speaking of which... -Oh, my God.
-Is that-- -Of course it is.
I mean, only Lily could convince a fisherman to be her ride.
Oh, my God.
-Welcome to paradise. -I forgot how adorable this place is.
I mean, I would've been here every weekend.
Well, you know, Grandpa was alive until recently, so.
-Yeah, these vibes, they're so good. -Yeah?
-Yeah. -Did you sage it? I bet you saged it.
I do-- I-- I mean, Tom has allergies, so.
Okay, Lil, I'll put this in the house for you.
Oh, thank you, Tom. Still tall.
-What is up? Hey. -Hey.
-Wow, you look good. -So good.
-Hi, hi, hi, hi, hi. -Hi, hi.
You know, I didn't tip him.
-You think I should've tipped him? -Well, yeah, probably.
Isn't he, like, a cab on water or whatever?
No, I think he was just a fisherman.
Local flavor. I mean, he didn't say much.
He's probably psyched to have more than just dead fish on his boat.
Well, maybe the no-bra thing silenced him.
Oh, God. Well...
-He did look stunned. -I'm sure.
-Okay, let's go. -Okay.
I guess it's just gonna be that kind of weekend.
It doesn't have to be. It's just starting.
-I can't believe this is all yours. -Yeah, right?
Please.
Yeah, look at the, uh-- look at hour hand.
-Whoo. See that? -Diamonds?
Gothan dag!
Mikey!
-Hey! -Yo!
What's up?
-How you doing? - Hvat segir thu!
What is that?
That is Old Norse, my friend. I'm getting back to my roots.
Language of the Vikings. Yeah, except less village sacking.
Oh, come on, man. Sack a village.
You know what sacking is, right? It's not like a county fair.
You know what? I should learn a language.
Finally get to Paris and write my novel.
My God, now you wanna go to Paris?
Yeah. And hi, I'm Tom. Nice to meet you.
Shelby, hi. Thanks for having me.
-Oh, absolutely. -Shelby, uh, sorry, Dave. David.
-Daveed. Whatever works. -Hi. Kate.
-Hey. -I'm sorry, I didn't know where to park.
-I had no idea it was-- -Oh, the two miles?
Yeah, Grandpa didn't like visitors parking down here. Sorry.
Eg segi allt gott.
Oh, boy.
All right. So, hey, man, are you playing fantasy football this year?
-I didn't see your name on it. -Yeah. No, no, no, no.
No, fresh start. You know, Shelby. You know, I'm on a path.
-Hi, I'm Lily. -New me.
-Right. -You've probably heard a lot.
-Well, you know, it's all true. -Oh.
Oh, my God, you're so tiny. Tiny, little fairy.
All right.
So, are you guys, like-- Did you come together?
-Oh, God. No, no. No. -Oh, no, no, no, no.
-We can't even-- -We kinda still live together.
Yeah, but we don't drive together. I used to have to go limp
-in the front seat like a rag doll. -She is the worst passenger.
Apparently it's safer, so my body just knew what to do.
-And our therapist said-- Well-- -Our ex-therapist.
-Suggested-- -That we drive separately.
Oh, I hear you.
When Michael drives,
I just close my eyes and let Jesus take the wheel.
She does. And He does.
It's not really safe to drive in sandals either, though, so.
Hey, Mike. I'm gonna grab these bags for you, okay?
-Oh, no, no, no. I'm fine. -Yeah?
Yeah, no. About the bags,
if they drip, um, it's because--
Well, it's not all-- I mean,
some of it's closed, but some of it's--
Deer meat. I usually bring my own.
That way I know it's been humanely slaughtered.
-Right. Okay. -See, this way it won't get on the rug.
It comes out with a little bit of bleach,
but I'll just use a little bit of cooler space.
Yeah.
Oh, gosh. Do y'all have any more ice?
RAGE
They were huge. Like pterodactyls. They just kept--
So, what are we doing?
Oh, just, uh, one emotion. Anything that comes to mind.
Well, we're in this cycle right now.
Saturn's trajectory and its forcefield
is essentially being attacked
by all the carbon particles put in the air from homogenized milk.
It's affecting the entire animal kingdom.
But the dairy lobby is so strong, no one's talking about it.
That sounds kinda fake.
Shelby does a lot of deep dives for the podcast.
Springa inn Ginnungagap. "Leaps into the void."
Okay.
Oh no, no, no. It's just one emotion per strip. You've got three here.
Sometimes I feel three things.
Okay, well, just for the purposes of the game, I'm just gonna-- Yeah?
You said you were gonna take the weekend off.
We haven't seen each other in months. It's a party game.
-Yeah, you're right. -What about pigeons?
-We still have pigeons?-Rahvns, rahvns allt!
It was ravens, you know, that Noah sent to test the water levels after the flood.
How the ravens go, so go we.
Did they die, or... I feel like I didn't read that one.
"For the Lord will execute judgment by fire, and by his sword on all flesh,
and those slain by the Lord will be many." Isaiah 66.
Shelby, could I get you something to drink? Some wine, tequila?
-I'll just have water. -Swim time! Who's coming?
-Shannon, give me a lift! -Okay, no, but wait, wait, wait.
-No, I thought we were gonna-- -Later, later. Come with me.
In a few more cocktails, I may no longer float!
Yeah, yeah, yeah, but it's been a big year, and I wanna make sure--
Tap or seltzer?
Good Lord's water is fine by me.
♪ Come on and follow me ♪
♪ No matter where we go ♪
♪ We'll be side by side And baby, that's for sure ♪
♪ So take what you want from me ♪
I mean, how is that where Michael landed?
I don't know. Farthest distance, least familiar.
I mean, I used to always fantasize about running away
to work in a gas station in Montana.
I mean, just for a life of managed expectations.
Oh, yeah. I mean, that's a lot of standing upright, but...
But maybe that's just what it is now.
Faith, you know? For young people.
Choose your own Jesus.
When I was a kid, it was like parents playing tambourine in a gymnasium.
-Ooh, creepy ones? -No, no. Regular.
Well, things have changed.
-People are-- -Panicked. Fervent. Feverish.
-Don't you think? -I do, yeah.
-Yeah. -Max is really into dinosaurs again,
so we're constantly reading about the extinction of the species
and it's harrowing. I mean, I feel like we are on the cusp of it,
you know? Re-extinction.
We're all gonna be dead and they'll start over. New amoebas.
Yep. It's free-floating anxiety. My kids have it too.
Just waiting for the other shoe to drop.
Yes, the apocalypse.
Forever preserved in a layer of sediment and lava.
Well, on that note.
-You like that? -Oh, God, yeah.
Yeah? That's your kidneys telling you to let go.
Here?
You know, I'm usually so focused on my client's needs.
It's nice to just, you know, be along for the ride.
I roll for Jesus. That's my therapy every Friday night.
Yeah, Shelby's on a team. They're pretty good.
-The Pinto Holy Rollers. -Oh, so cute.
Hey, do you have, like, a PhD or something?
No, no. No, I mean, nobody really does that anymore.
It's not cost-effective.
Ours is a very targeted program,
and it helps people with trauma, depression, phobias.
So, therapy?
Without the therapist. We put the healing in your hands.
-Oh, gosh. Is that safe? -Oh, absolutely.
I mean, you're not covered in spiders, you're not flying a plane.
-You just think you are. -I have this recurring dream...
where I'm parasailing wearing a sandwich board.
Nothing underneath.
It's actually very freeing.
For a while, I had this one where I was stuffed above the ceiling tiles.
You know, the-- the ones with the tiny little holes?
And this old woman came through with a giant spackler
covered in, like, nut butter.
And she just started filling them in, one by one.
Anyway, Tom. Uh, we tailor each sim--
simulation-- to the client's needs, put it on repeat
until they don't need it anymore.
You can see the trauma being flushed out of their system.
I was incredibly hairy growing up.
Mama would find me in the kitchen trying to burn off all my arm hair.
-It always grew back. -Well, they say a third of us
were originally birds. Land dwellers, sky dwellers, water dwellers.
We all get eaten up by someone. Anyway, that's when I found the Lord.
"For every beast of the forest is mine." Psalm 50.
Oh, speaking of, here comes Shannon. Are we hungry?
-Starving. -Yeah.
Oh, I'd love to put my deer meat in the fridge.
I don't think it'll keep out here.
Okay. Who's on deer meat?
I like to put the liver and the heart in the cheese drawer,
otherwise it'll just freeze right up.
Oh, God.
Oh, my God! Nora. I didn't even see you there.
Fuck, are you okay? You're soaking.
I was looking for something. And I fell in.
Oh, fuck. Okay. Uh, Shannon!
Uh, here. Um, here, put this on.
We didn't even know you were coming.
I didn't want anyone to make a fuss.
Well, do you have clothes? Do you have a bag?
-I'm not staying. -Well, of course you're staying.
-Don't be ridiculous. -Nora!
When did you-- I'm so glad you're here.
-Oh, my God, you're soaking. -Yeah, she fell in, apparently.
Oh, okay. Right, right. Well, um, let's get you some--
-Well, I have clothes. She can borrow-- -No clothes?
-I'm not staying. -Oh, of course you're staying.
Don't be absurd. Michael!
-Nora. -Michael.
I thought I'd stop by to say hi.
I honestly almost shit myself. Like, fully shit myself.
-She looks so lost. -Yeah.
"Naked I come from my mother's womb and naked I shall return there."
-No. -Job.
No, no, no, not naked. She just...
I'm sorry, why is Nora here?
-I have no idea. -Was it Michael, you think?
I told him to, but I know he didn't.
-Well, it wasn't me. -I did.
-What the fuck? -What?
-I knew I should've bailed. -She said she was ready.
I could be home jerking off in my attic.
-"Like Jesus rising from the ashes..." -It's trigger therapy,
and you're her triggers.
I'm sorry, you're her therapist now?
-It's more of a spiritual guide. -Oh, my God!
-I'm still working on my hours. -This seems advanced for that.
Well, it's not like we don't trust you, because yoga was cool.
Oh, my God. Just say it, Tom. It's dangerous, it's selfish,
and it ruins our weekend, which we deserve because life is hard enough.
Her life is a little harder.
Well, one of my biggest triggers is flesh. Bloody flesh in particular.
So I keep it with me until I can experience it in my life without anxiety.
-I'm afraid to ask. -Look, Lil, we're here to relax.
-This is-- -It's not helpful to her.
Right. It's not like she's not invited.
Well, you're wrong. It's cathartic, and it's life-changing.
Here's hoping.
And if nothing else, at least we'll have some great conversations,
some fresh air, and home-cooked baby fawn.
Can I get you something?
Nora?
Sorry?
To drink. Do you want a soda, or--
How did you meet Michael?
Oh, um, in grief group.
-I thought he might have mentioned. -No, he didn't.
You're not really friends with them, huh?
Oh, well, I mean, they-- they seem nice.
It's just Michael keeps things pretty...
Well, he's sad, you know. It's not like he's forgotten or--
Do you have any kids?
Not yet, no.
-But actually-- -Well, when you do, you'll understand.
It's, um-- it's just different.
I didn't even know if I wanted kids.
My parents...
Well, Daddy was a big drinker, and-- and my mom,
she was a manager at Craftway, so, pretty crazy hours.
So you carry bloody meat around in bags
to make yourself feel better?
-As a reminder, I guess. -Yeah.
That we all end up in the cheese drawer.
Exactly.
Hey.
-I won't bite, you know. -I know.
I know. It's just, you know, Nora's here. And Shelby. I'm trying to--
Be respectful.
-Yeah. -It's sweet.
You know, in-- in grief group,
really, they-- they recommend that you--
-Don't fuck your wife's friends. -Okay.
Yeah.
-It was a difficult time. -Yeah.
-And now it's not? -Look, I'm just, um...
I'm trying to, uh--
-You know, I owe it to-- -Shelby?
She's 25.
You really think you're her last stop?
She gets me, okay? Yeah. She doesn't judge.
She will, though.
They all do, eventually.
But not me.
'Cause I was there,
and when you remember that,
you'll be back.
Excuse-- excuse me.
And he would just sit there with a crossbow.
-He was focused on these wolves. -Uh-huh.
He thought they were trying to get his rabbits.
-Mm-hmm. -Oh, God.
David, can you go get one of those bug lanterns from the shed?
-Now? -Oh, my God.
Before they eat us alive, please.
Okay.
You're gonna have to crawl around in there, 'cause Tom's too tall.
All right.
Oh, God. Anyway,
he was a big believer in personal punishments.
Eye for an eye, Leviticus. Been around forever.
Not really Jesus at his finest, though, is it?
Yeah, I bet you never left the coop open again.
And you could probably murder a chicken in your sleep.
"Give them great meals of beef and iron and steel,
they will eat like wolves and fight like devils." Shakespeare.
I was wondering where you went.
I thought you ran off like a little rooster.
Shannon, I love the decoration and the house, the interior.
I remember it from the one time I was invited.
-It's okay. -Where's Nora?
I thought she was with you.
-Maybe upstairs. Should I go-- -I'm sure she's fine.
She can't have gone far. Hopefully.
Anyway, that's my next project. Clean out the shed, get rid of all the--
-Axes, crossbows, and shotguns. -Exactly.
Jesus!
-Hi. -Fuck.
-I'm so sorry to scare you. -Fuck.
Hey, I thought it was wireless weekend, sir.
Oh. Yeah.
I'm kidding. I'm kidding.
-So dark in here, right? -Yeah.
Yeah. Michael wanted an axe, so.
Oh, my God. You think they'd have killed it by now.
How is that deer heart, Shelby?
No, no, no, Shelby doesn't eat--
Oh, I-- I just keep it to remind me that it was a living being.
Okay. That's cool.
-I don't actually hunt it. -Well, it's very bloody.
-I only buy fresh. -Oh, that's good. So, you're--
-Honoring the animal. -Oh, like the fish with the eyeballs in!
I think it's good to remember how fleeting life is. That at any moment...
We could all be eaten.
Anyway, Tom. It is delicious. What is the seasoning?
Oh, thanks. That's, um, well, you know...
Shannon doesn't give me compliments anymore.
-Oh, my God. -So, just salt.
Tom is very good with tongs.
That's me. Gotta get my tongs in any way I can.
So, Shannon. How's Maddie? Still dancing?
Oh, yeah, she's good. She's good.
Third grade, so all, you know, girl dynamic.
I can imagine.
-She has friends? -Yeah, she does. Nice kids.
No pool parties, I hope.
No.
Babe, let's not?
It's okay.
I guess it should be sort of unseemly at this point.
No one's saying that.
Hey, can I get anybody a drink?
Uh, yeah. I'd like a vodka soda, light on the soda.
I thought you were sober.
-No, not right now. -Huh.
-Is that okay? -I just figured after what happened--
Well, we're adults, Nora. We can have a weekend.
Model parenting was never really your thing anyway,
-was it? -What does that mean?
Getting drunk at a four-year-old's birthday party in the park?
You said I was fine. You said nobody noticed.
It was 9:00 in the morning, Kate. You threw up under the monkey bars.
-We had to rope them off. -I had food poisoning!
You had booze in a sippy cup.
-And yet somehow, your kid is still alive. -Oh, Nora--
-We think about Hannah all the time, Nora. -Do you? Sleep at night?
We haven't forgotten. Obviously it's different for you and for Michael.
-How is Maddie's knee? -Sorry?
I remember she scraped it that day, but I don't know if she actually drew blood.
I do remember all the adults were running around looking for a band-aid.
-Babe, let's go for a walk. Come on. -Maddie was six. She fell.
-So we were making sure that she-- -Had the right fucking band-aid.
We weren't in the pool, Nora.
We weren't watching her. She wasn't our kid.
-She was with Michael. -Oh, boy. Here we go.
-I'm sorry, but it's true. -It is true.
But it takes a village, doesn't it?
Nora, it's okay to be mad.
It's okay to wanna poop your insides out on the floor.
-That's what Jesus is for. -Shelby, it's okay. I got-- I got this.
Oh, now he's got this.
Trust me, honey. Multitasking was never his strong suit.
-Don't do this, Nora. -Especially when a woman is involved.
He suddenly has the mental capacity of a pizza box.
-Jesus, Nora. Can we just-- -Hey, Lily. You wanna chime in here?
-Do a little bit of your therapy? -Uh, no. This is Nora's journey.
-We don't interfere. -Oh, nice.
So, shit-filled fan, your work here is done?
Any time you wanna start identifying your triggers.
Oh, can I go first? Because I don't know if sleeping with my husband counts,
but that's always been really triggering for me.
-Damn it. -Oh, God, barely.
-What do you mean, barely? -You slept with David?
I'm a sexual person. You know I have different boundaries.
-You don't have any boundaries. -He's not my husband.
-Well, you were my friend. -Oh, was I?
'Cause you disappeared. All of you did.
Nobody returned my calls, except David.
Yeah. I'm sure he did.
-And Michael. -Oh, did he?
"Faithful are the wounds of a friend. Profound are the kisses of an enemy."
-That one's a proverb. -Yes. Thank you, that's so helpful.
We just have to hold on until Jesus calls you home.
-Shelby. -Not that we should be in a rush.
Oh, I'm not. But I'll get there.
-Well, on that note, I think I'll-- -Yes, please. Me too.
Oh, God, I'm so sorry. I get so dark these days. It's the medication.
-We're still tinkering with the dosage. -It's okay. It's okay.
-I'm sorry, Katie. -No, no. It's fine, it's fine.
-Totally. I think I just-- -You need a drink.
I do need one! Shannon. Anyone else?
I'll come. Maybe I should have one after all.
I'm not sure...
that I can do this.
She's in a lot of pain.
Aren't we all? I mean, as a species.
You were there too? That day?
Yeah. I mean, briefly.
It was...
it was a lot.
It must be really hard for you.
It's amazing y'all stayed friends.
White, red? Weren't you rosé?
-I was vodka tonic. -Oh, that's right!
-Can I make you one? -I should probably just have water.
I gotta take my meds. Doesn't really mix well.
Oh, duh. Of course, been there.
Yeah. Antipsychotics, mostly.
Also horse tranquilizers in case of emergency.
Instant blackout.
Oh, wow. Really? Since they-- I mean, I'd take anything.
You would. Remember how scared I used to be of needles?
Oh, my God. Yes, the flu shot! Passing out at the drugstore.
You took out that, like, entire display case of nasal spray.
I did. God, I could be a heroin addict now.
-I don't even flinch. -So, is it helping?
Here and there.
-I can't imagine. -No, you can't.
Remember in New York we used to buy such cheap bottles of wine
that we'd have to break the corks to get them open?
Oh, God. We had no standards. Like, none.
-Three-buck chardie! -Oh, how did we survive?
Nothing in our stomachs. Mild eating disorders. No hydration.
I think I shit in the bathtub once.
I'm not totally sure, but...
-You did. -Oh, yeah.
-Oh, yeah, those were the days. -Yeah.
To living above 96th Street.
Oh, God. Well, that's what I get for buying wine from the mini-mart.
-Well, salud. -Nostrovia.
Jealousy.
Bitterness.
Envy.
-Fear. -Time's up.
Jesus. Rage.
Rage, okay. Yeah, nice, subtle.
-Dave and Katie, you're up. -Oh, God, okay.
-Oh, I don't think I can do it. -You got it!
-Ah, thank you. -No.
They still haven't figured out that black lung thing.
-Vitamin E or rat feces or whatever. -Shannon...
-We have kids at home. -Oh, busted.
You know what's so funny? When you're not a mother anymore,
no one cares what you do with your body. It's like you could skydive into work
they'd be like, "Well, there are seven billion people on the planet.
-One less won't make a difference." -Babe.
There's your trauma talking. This is good.
It's like when you're not tied to sustaining the species anymore,
you're taxing the system, you know?
I say once a mother, always a mother.
Okay, sorry. Can we do this now?
I don't like standing while I drink.
Yes. Begin.
You're contributing to the overall health of humanity,
putting love into this world to help it hum at a higher frequency.
I wish I could believe that.
You manifest yourself as kindness in all you do.
-Oh, that's nice. -Psalm 145.
-Desire! -God, yes. Thank you.
No, you cannot guess one another's! This is a team thing.
-Oh. -It-- it's really more about God than you,
but something to aspire to.
Okay, so now, why do we-- I'm totally just curious.
Why do we need a quote from Jesus or whatever to illustrate the point?
I mean, can't we just be good people without needing, like, a magical unicorn
-to show us how? -Unicorns aren't real.
-They aren't? -Well, no offense, but neither is Jesus.
I don't need a talking horse or a mythical sheep farmer to tell me what to think.
I can just kinda guess, right? I mean, if I'm a relatively good person.
Are we, though? Are we good people?
-Disdain. -Yeah! Whoop, whoop!
Oh, I give up. You two.
-Oh. -Fucker!
Cold in here, dudes. Start that fire now?
Oh, right. We just need some more wood.
-I'll go. -Oh, no, we, uh--
No, we don't chop down the trees around here. We buy our wood in bulk.
-Oh, man. Uh, babe, about that. -You didn't buy wood.
-There's a forest right out there. -It's landscaping.
You don't pay a landscaper 20 grand and then just chop it down a few weeks later.
-Come on. -No worries. Yeah, no, I'll go.
-I'm-- I'm a Viking. -Chop at a neighbor's.
-Yeah. -I'll come.
No, no, no. No, it's fine. I got it.
But I want to.
I'm all right. Go ahead.
See? She's all right.
-Right, Lily? -What?
Don't decapitate any rabbits.
Wolves, not rabbits. Why would you decapitate a rabbit?
-One less rabbit, I guess. -Good luck!
One last supper for the wolf.
So, are we supposed to just...
-be chopping down trees, or... -I think just wood that's already--
-Died? -Yeah.
-Waiting to be hauled away? -Exactly.
A Viking, huh?
Yeah, well, you know.
It's a new me. Fresh start.
With Old Norse? Does that come in handy?
Yeah, well, that's, uh...
Shelby, you know, she does these, uh, reenactment things on the weekend.
-It meant a lot to her. -Right. Of course.
I can't believe we never went camping.
We bought that huge tent with that, like, pop-out lounge thing, remember?
And we told Hannah that if she did one whole night in her bed on her own,
-we'd do it. -Yeah.
But she kept coming in, asking questions about cheetahs or volcanoes.
-Or if trees can have babies. -At 2:00 in the morning.
Like clockwork. And then we'd all have to cram into her little tiny bed.
Littered with stuffed animals.
Remember she had that pink little sloth, or whatever it was?
You just touched it and it would light up and sing for hours.
Couldn't turn it off. Had to let it play itself out.
-We threw it away, right? -Yeah, neighbor's trash can.
It was the only place far enough where we couldn't hear it, right?
I mean, I'm sure they could, but...
Well, we did our sleep training follow through, we read our books.
We had our united front, and... never went camping.
So glad we stayed on message.
She didn't die mad, you know.
Whatever thought she had in her little head before, uh--
-Before the panicked ones? -Was of a loving, happy family.
If she could carry something with her, it would be that.
Does it work that way? You get to choose your screensaver before it all goes black?
You do. I have to believe that you do.
Well, I guess we'll know when we know.
Yeah.
That does not look sharp, that axe.
You're really gonna have to swing that.
-Are you saying that I can't swing it? -Oh, no, no.
No, you're shockingly strong for someone with a comp lit degree.
Thank you so much.
The perfect blend of Faulkner and force.
Well, certainly the utter and heartbreaking stupidity of words.
That, I have.
Yeah.
Life could have been so different.
Can I hold it?
Sure.
It's heavy.
Ooh, it is.
I don't know, man.
I'm not sure what we could chop down.
♪ I've been stuck here every day ♪
♪ With an appetite for confusion ♪
♪ I've been wanting Just to pass the time ♪
♪ Bottle of red and musing ♪
♪ I just wanna cry ♪
♪ Melody blue ♪
Michael?
Nora?
Okay, Michael.
Lily wants to do some kind of moon yoga with everyone, so...
Hi, Shelby.
Oh, my goodness gracious. You scared me.
Oh, did you... kill something?
No. Oh, no, no, no. This is just...
Well... yes, probably.
Where's Michael?
-Maybe he left? -Sorry?
You parked up the road, right?
We didn't wanna block anyone.
-And Shannon said there wasn't-- -I'd go get your car.
These reunions can get so boring.
Probably the best time to leave.
His life was ruined too, you know.
He thinks about Hannah every day.
I'm sure, but that little part of his brain that feels guilty?
That little part closes up shop, and off he goes to work
or have drinks with his buddies or have sex with someone like you
who doesn't remind him of the life he once had.
And he may not be whole, but...
he's closer than he should be.
So he can't be happy again?
-He's not allowed? -No, he can't. She can't. So, no, sorry.
-He's gonna be a father. -He was a father.
Again.
He tried to tell you.
It was important to him that you knew.
You're gonna be a great mother.
He just won't be around to see it.
It's against God's law to take a life.
Well, I guess he should've thought of that before he took Hannah's.
If I see Michael, I'll tell him you left.
You should have an easy drive along the five.
-Does anyone else feel sick? -Maybe it was the meat trio.
Shelby said she loved it.
Well, Shelby puts animal hearts in plastic bags.
She's not exactly a food critic.
-Oh, my God. -Oh, shit, Kate.
-I'm so sorry. I don't even-- -Did she just...
Oh, shit. Hey, do you have a towel, or...
-I got-- I got a napkin. -Tom, hose!
Oh, all right. On it, on it.
No one's gonna wanna do trust falls now. Just take this.
Hey, you okay? You want a water?
No, I'm fine. I'm fine. I just...
Oh, shit.
-What? -Your, uh, your nose. You're bleeding.
Oh, God. Oh, my God, gross! Why is everything so gross?
Oh, my God.
Come on, where is this?
-You got a body in there? -Oh! Shit.
You scared-- Oh, gosh. Kate got sick.
-Oh, not surprising. -Yeah.
Hey, is that blood? Oh, shit.
Oh! Someone else didn't do wireless weekend.
Yeah, that's Shannon's for emergencies. But, um...
-Oh. -Yeah, we gotta get that.
Excuse. Come on, watch your step here.
Oh, I used to love this song.
Remember that fundraiser the first year at White Oaks?
Shannon made that embarrassing speech about parenting and Kate blacked out.
I danced with Michael to this.
Weird. Is someone in the hot tub?
No. It's broken, actually.
-I think we missed it. -Oh, what the hell?
Gosh, that water looks warm.
I'd get in, but I don't know if I'd get out.
I just-- I'll get it.
Can you see okay?
Or do you want me to turn on the---
No, no, no, no! Don't touch that!
Do you know that voltage just loves saltwater?
Which is in our bodies,
so it really takes a shortcut through the human form to get,
I don't know, wherever it is it's going.
Apparently it saves time. Who knew?
Anyway, I would help you, but I don't have rubber boots on,
and I was told that you never touch a downed power line.
You know what? I should probably turn this off
so that no one makes the same mistake.
It's a shame.
You really were the nicest one in the bunch.
But as Lily says, you can't use old wood to make a new nest.
Tom?
Especially with so many hawks around.
-You out here? -He is never where I need him to be.
Oh, shit.
God, Tom! What are you doing?
You know that we are not supposed to be using--
I called the electrician weeks ago and he still hasn't--
Tom?
Oh, God. Oh, God. Oh, God. Oh, God!
-Tom? Tom, Tom! Tom! -Oh, God! Oh, God! Oh, God!
-Oh, God! -Hey, hey!
Do the thing! The thing with the thing, the mouth thing!
-Wake up! -We gotta take him in.
What do you mean, in? In, like, a hospital?
-I mean, like-- -I don't know!
-Tom, Tom! -Pull him out!
All right, buddy. Keys, keys! Who's got the keys?
Tom has them. They're in that pocket right there, right there.
-Got it. -Okay. Okay.
-Kate, please stay here. -What the fuck? No!
Michael is missing, and Shelby and Nora might come back.
No, I don't care. I don't give a shit.
I'm not staying here to get eaten by some fucking forest monster!
There's no forest monster! Jesus, Kate!
Whoa, shit! Open the door, open the door, open the fucking door!
-Oh my God, I feel sick. -Don't you fucking vomit on Tom.
Uh. Hey, uh, Nora? Uh, we gotta go.
-Tom's in, uh-- in a kind of a bad way-- -Oh, Jesus Christ.
Hey, hon? Do you mind moving the fuck out of the way?
We'll be right back. Okay, thanks.
-Oh, my God! Okay, okay. -Go, go, go!
-You've just gotta go. -I can't just run her over!
You are an exec, David! You can run her over!
Oh God, I gotta get inside. I gotta throw up.
On the count of three, we go inside, we leave the body.
It's not "the body," it's Tom.
Oh, God, I think I shit myself.
And go!
Oh, no.
Oh, baby, I'm sorry. I love you, I'll be right back. Holy shit.
-Oh, God, I'm so sorry! -Leave the body! Now!
-Jesus! -Oh, my God!
Oh, my God!
-Oh! -Oh, my God!
There y'all are.
Gosh. I, um... Well, I ate all of the gummies,
and I think they were the happy ones, 'cause I am jacked!
-Who wants a drink? -I need water.
Oh, it's not exactly wat-- Okay.
-Nora's trying to kill us with an axe. -What?
And Tommy's unconscious. Or dead. He's probably dead.
Oh, my God, heart attack? That's why I do intermittent fasting.
-Honestly, it does make a difference. -No, Jesus!
He was electrocuted in the fucking hot tub!
Oh, I thought they fixed that.
-No, no. The electrician never came. -Oh, that's not surprising.
We need an ambulance. Or a motorboat.
The sea pirate that dropped you off, do you have his number?
Why would I get his number? He was, like, 80.
Oh, what the fuck? Where's my phone? It was charging in the bathroom.
Oh it's, um-- it's in the shed in-- in a garden box by the gnomes.
Jesus! Shit.
Well, wireless weekend, David! We agreed.
-Get the fuck away! -Oh, shit, shit, shit, shit!
Please, help me.
Oh, my God, Michael! Oh, my God.
Oh, my God. Oh, my God!
Shelby left. I don't understand.
-What did you say to her, Lily? -Nothing.
I was about to be a father.
Not with me.
-Lily! -Oh, my God. Get him out.
-Get him out! -We could give her Lily!
If we have to give her someone. She's pretty high, she might not notice.
We're not giving her anyone!
-Oh, God! -What is happening?
Okay, get to the kitchen!
-Why the kitchen? -Go, go, go, go!
We gotta go, we have to go.
Don't worry, everything is fine. I'm gonna lock the door.
This is not a big deal.
Nora, I want you to take a deep breath, okay?
Let's try and find our baseline.
You know, sometimes, um, certain phrases can trigger a sense of calm.
I need a bathroom.
Okay, look. I wasn't gonna say anything 'cause we don't like to interfere,
but none of this is real.
-What? -Um, it's all a sim-- a simulation.
-It's a part of her program. -My colon's unwinding.
Okay, so ClearMind is all about finding a safe space
to release aggression in a controlled setting.
Revenge fantasies, but with a therapeutic goal.
-What the fuck? -It's like death, but with a safety net.
So you're all fine.
I don't feel fine!
You know, the session is taking longer than usual,
and I am having trouble with host mode.
And I see-- You know, I am sort of in somewhat of a new territory myself.
-Oh, okay. -Oh, God.
Am I bleeding? I'm bleeding, aren't I?
You know what? I think that if someone took responsibility for what happened,
that she would really wrap it up.
And you were there, and you were there.
-And you were there! -Yeah, for, like, 15 minutes.
You were flirting with her husband in the pool.
Well, we obviously remember things differently.
Not differently. Perfectly.
I asked Nora for a bowl 'cause I wanted to help her with crudités,
and she assumed that Michael was in the pool with Hannah,
but Michael was in the pool with you.
Because you cannot stand to go for more than five minutes
without feeling desired by somebody else's husband.
Oh, yes, please let me fuck your sad, paunchy husbands.
-Stop it. -There were 40 other people at that party.
Watching somebody else's kid is not my job.
She's right.
It was Michael's job.
Oh, my God. It's a gun now. She's got a gun.
Nora, put down the gun.
And your job, and your job.
And really, Lily, your job.
You're right, Nora. Our village has failed you.
You're bleeding.
-Make it stop. -Maybe it's the Midazolam.
I tripled the dose since you always had such a high tolerance.
That's right. This is all so that you can tell the village how you feel.
Your anger, but with your words.
Oh, God, Kate! Kate!
I'm fine, I think I'm fine. I just have to rest here.
-Oh my God, David! -Nora, come on.
I want you to sit down.
It's not a multiplayer game, Lily. So it's not up to you.
Well, we always been a team, remember?
We're fuckin' kinder-buddies.
-Line leader. -Super snooper.
-Yeah. -Yes, you've always had my back.
Even when I shoplifted at Lyman's in eighth grade.
You got candy bars, I got community service.
-I know. -Oh, God, I'm fine.
Remember junior prom, when you got bored and you ditched your date?
-And you fucked him. -And you're welcome.
You're right, Lily. When shit goes down, you're always there.
Finally!
We're sorry.
We just--
Seeing you, it was so hard.
But we will never forget.
We will never forget Hannah.
It's too late, Shannon.
For Kate, Michael, Tom.
For you too.
What the fuck? Lily, do something.
-Oh, she can't. I've disabled host mode. -What?
It was shockingly easy. Just a tiny button.
How do you feel? Powerless?
End game, Nora. Right now.
Did you know that the average human can only hold their breath for 30,
maybe 60 seconds underwater before they start to take it in?
Even less for children. We're so fragile.
Nora, please.
First, you hold your breath
until it feels like your brain is on fire.
-Okay. -Then you suck in water
and your larynx closes.
Once you've passed out and your lungs are completely collapsed,
only then the body relaxes.
You've stopped breathing, but the heart still beats.
Seven minutes.
It takes seven minutes to be officially dead, which is actually quite long.
-That sounds awful. -Oh, I'm sure it was.
But it only takes two minutes to die from a gunshot wound.
That's a strategically-placed one.
And I'm not a good shot, so yours should be slower.
Nora, no!
Tom's still really, really quiet, but maybe breathing.
I-- I can't-- I can't tell, but the keys are gone.
The tires are flat. I don't--
We'll go to the neighbors and they can drive us out.
I-- I don't know if there really are neighbors.
-I mean, the map isn't really built out. -Bullshit, Lily!
A grizzled fisherman dropped you off, and I don't care if he's an avatar
or a hologram or a Russian teenager in his Nana's basement.
He's getting us off this fucking lake!
-Shut up! -Jesus, David,
I don't even know what's happening. I don't even know what's out there.
Oh, fuck. Fuck! Fuck!
God, no, no, no!
Fuck! Oh, God.
-I know. -What about town?
Kate went through town. That's gotta be a way out.
I guess it is possible. But I-- I'm really too high for this.
Hey! You need to focus, Lily!
David, I had so many gummies.
Okay.
Okay. In the game, in the sim, you're on autosave, okay?
So the only way to regenerate, the only way to begin again--
What, is to die?
Well, I mean, technically Nora is Player One,
so it's not game over until...
Until she is.
All right, we gotta do it.
No! David! It's--
I mean, it's just-- it's a video game.
You said it's the only way!
-Clean slate, level one. -Shh!
Maybe-- maybe Tom's still alive.
Maybe Kate's still alive, huh? Maybe even the Jesus freak.
-Oh, I don't even know if she's real. -What?
She might be a real version of a fake version of a real one.
She's from the Holy Roller Renegades.
She came with the hot tub and shooting range.
-Oh, Jesus Christ. -Oh, he's the final boss in that one.
And it gets so dark, David, but it is popular with the church kids.
Well, I know what we gotta do.
Go get Player One.
Oh, no.
Maybe Shannon let her out.
Hey, Ka-- Hey, Kate? Kate. Hey, hon.
She's-- she's probably sleeping.
Um, do you wanna help me move her body to the couch, or...
This is fucked up, man.
I need something stronger.
Where are you going?
I'm taking a break.
Well, that's not really an option for you. You're an NPC.
And if anybody's gonna be taking a break...
Be my guest.
Well, you need to stay here and stand guard.
Stand guard over what?
-Your dead wife. -I'm pretty sure she's sleeping.
You know, you really shouldn't be vaping. You heard Shannon.
-I'm not Tom! -Well, apparently there's studies!
Look where it got him. Dead in the fuckin' hot tub!
I'm gonna smoke some rat shit and vitamin E.
Oh, God.
Hey, uh Bob. This is Lily from over on the third floor,
and, um, I was just wondering if maybe...
I don't know, I'm having trouble reaching, uh, one of my technicians,
and you know we're doing beta testing over at ClearMind, so, um, well,
I-- I was just thinking that maybe you could pop down there
and see if the system's still on or needs a reboot.
It is urgent.
I've been locked out of host mode by one of the--
If you could just call me back. Hello?
Fuck. Toddler caps. Open.
That was Grandpa's. He wouldn't want you touching it.
Well, then maybe you should have emptied out the shed.
Okay. You don't have to do this, Nora. It's not gonna bring Hannah back.
-You think I don't know that? -Okay, well, then let's sit down
and you can tell me everything.
We could do like the third grade.
-We could have a pillow circle. -Boring.
I don't know what Lily's been telling you--
That you can't use old wood to build a new nest.
-So time for the wood chipper. -Oh, my God!
Metaphorically. I don't think they really have one on this level.
Nora, please. You need help. You need--
you need a therapist. A real one.
This is therapy. It's what healing looks like. Right, Lily?
-That's weird. Where'd she go? -I just assumed...
I mean, isn't she dead?
No. Not dead.
-Not yet. -There you are.
I tried to get a hold of somebody at the office, but there's nobody there.
So we're just gonna-- we're-- we're just gonna ride this one out.
And Bob, he's not gonna be back until Tuesday around 9:00.
-I killed Michael. -Metaphorically.
Actually. But I felt calm. Serene, almost.
I gotta say, your cue absorption, it is quite impressive.
-Unbelievable. -Isn't it?
They say it risks deteriorating human connection,
but I think the simality is incredible.
Like life, only more so.
Oh, shit!
I'm confused. Does that-- does it hurt?
Of course it fucking hurts! What the fuck?
It's all about controlling your startle reflex.
Exposure without the excitement. I feel nothing.
There's really-- Oh, God! Blood, blood. Really, really bleeding.
It's so vivid, right? You'd love it, Shannon. The colors really pop.
Please, somebody help me. I need an ambulance. Please!
Oh, I think I'd have to level up for that, and I'm not ready.
I need a hos-- hospital.
Nora, what is this? What are you doing?
Oh, I had a memory restore.
Host mode, I guess.
Of Michael in the pool that day.
It was you he was talking to.
I was looking at you because I wasn't sure.
And that moment I took
to figure out if it was my old friend
keeping my husband from watching our child--
Because, I don't know, you were bored or it was a challenge,
or because I was happy and you were sad,
or whatever it is that really fucked-up people feel when they want what you have--
that moment of indecision, of trust...
it cost me-- well, it cost us...
Hannah.
Everything.
Nora, the mind reconfigures.
No wonder you felt so guilty!
Anyway, I really hope that you get your hours
-or your certification or whatever. -Don't do this.
Nora, you-- you'll lose everything.
You'll lose memories you-- you love, memories you need.
Oh, like the one of my body hitting the pavement?
Of cards piling up at our door?
What about memory-- memories of who Hannah was?
Who you were?
What does it matter who I was?
I'm wiping the slate clean, Lily.
For all of us.
No!
Stop!
What the fuck, Gary? You can't answer the fucking phone?
-I was in the bathroom! You seemed fine. -Oh, really?
Like a triple homicide was a great time to take a piss?
Sorry, you know, I was monitoring the cortisol emissions
-and not the kill rate. -Yeah, not the kill rate.
Jesus Christ, I know. I could've murdered 'em myself.
Oh, my God, Nora. So vivid.
You did not need to be there.
Well, you didn't have to shoot me with a crossbow.
Or make me that high.
Or that overtly sexual. Is that what you think of me?
-Did you sleep with Michael? -Oh, come on.
Well, you seemed pretty comfortable by the barbecue.
Uh, girl, that's all your brain.
Jesus, where were you even hiding? Underneath the stairs?
That's not important.
-Well, you went 30 minutes over. -I thought you were never gonna wrap up.
I wanted to see if it made a difference to hear from everyone.
Yeah, maybe on your co-pay. I don't think your insurance
-is gonna pay for a double session. -What about the memory restore?
-What do we say about memory? -It's the enemy.
But it's all good, okay?
It is about the heart count, not the head count,
and it's just a bunch of 3D ultrasound images gathering in space.
-For now. -Yeah, for now.
Girl, you did not kill Tom first!
-I wanted to kill Michael. -Mm-hmm.
-But I let the girlfriend go. -Yes, you did.
-I almost didn't. -I was like, "You go!"
-That was, like, next level. -I mean, it's literally the next level.
And we are gonna get there.
Gary, let's hook her up to the bird cams and get a baseline before we sign off.
-Okay. -Okay.
All right.
Okay.
Okay, girl, let's put on those wings.
The nest.
-It's gone. -Yeah, it fell.
You were in the game, so I didn't wanna--
But you know what was in there? A hawk with its eyes pecked out.
-Oh, God. -Yeah. I don't know if the other hawks
got mad at him or the bird was just over his shit, but...
dead hawk.
Okay. Let's just be glad you're not a bird.
So, what do you say? You like Tuesday at 3:00?
Oh, I'm not gonna need Tuesday.
I'm ready to drop the nest, kill a hawk, and move on.
Well, I think you're just exhausted.
-It was a big day. -They're all big days.
Gary? Can I get my things?
-Lily? -Yeah?
I am so sorry. But thank you.
-Thank you. -What are you doing?
Hey, what are you-- Please don't. What are you doing?
I'm really sorry, Lily, that you're not gonna get your hours.
Are you kidding me? Nora, don't do this. Please don't do this.
You know what, this is just like you.
This is just like you, that I get something for me, something for me.
Maybe I want a fresh start. You drag me down like a fucking anchor.
Hey! You're never gonna kill a hawk, Nora.
It's just not in your nature.
You're just a sad little bird in a borrowed nest,
just waiting for the wind to blow.
Maybe it's time to make it mine.
Uh, what's the Wi-Fi password?
Daddy, look!
What is it? What happened?
Somebody call 911!
Oh, my God.
Oh, my God. Nora. Jesus, I didn't even see you there.
Fuck. Are you... okay? You're here.
I was lost, but I found it.
Oh, okay. Oh. Oh, fuck, okay. Uh, Shannon?
Uh, here, come.
Hi! Oh, wow. Come, sit.
Were you-- Where did you-- We didn't even know you were coming.
-I didn't want anyone making a fuss. -Can I take that?
Oh, it's not heavy.
-Uh, did you bring clothes? -I'm not staying.
Oh, don't be ridiculous. Of course you're staying.
-Is Lily here? -Uh...
Nora. Uh, when did-- I didn't know--
Um, I'm so-- so glad you're here.
Yeah, she was lost, apparently.
-Can I take that for you? -Oh, no, I thought I'd chop some firewood.
Oh, we-- we don't cut the trees down around here.
-No. We-- we buy our wood-- -In bulk. I heard.
But Tom might have forgotten, right?
Right. Yeah. Yeah, sure.
-Let me get you a drink. -Oh, I'm not staying.
Of course you are. Don't be absurd. Don't-- Uh, Michael?
Nora.
Lily.
I thought I'd stop by to say hi.
♪ I've been wallowing in loss ♪
♪ For a long time ♪
♪ Oh, mmm ♪
♪ I'm not trying to wallow It just happens that way ♪
♪ And everything around you Just breaks and mends ♪
♪ Comes and goes, ebbs and flows Starts and ends ♪
♪ When the wind blows Through the trees ♪
♪ You can't imagine What that does to me ♪
♪ Mmm, mmm ♪
♪ And if a pair of Lilac Rollers ♪
♪ Turn their beaks Into the sun ♪
♪ And their green throats Strike like lightning ♪
♪ Well, I'm done ♪
♪ And when anybody laughs ♪
♪ It's my beloved's laugh I hear ♪
♪ When anybody cries I feel my life pass in their tears ♪
♪ Oh, oh, oh, oh, oh ♪
♪ Have you ever taken life in your own hands ♪
♪ Held it like a Wiffle ball ♪
♪ and threw as hard as you could ♪
♪ Watch it hit the wall like a melon ♪
♪ And pick it up from the grass because somebody should? ♪
♪ But oh, ♪
♪ it pains me ♪
♪ To see you walking around and thinking about the girl ♪
♪ In a daydream. ♪
♪ Have you ever gone back to the bottom ♪
♪ And replayed your mistakes like a video tape? ♪