Jesus, fuck this fucking dust.
Disgusting shit. Fucking flaps!
Oh, excuse-- I'm sorry, bro. Aren't you forgetting something?
Uh…
Is it Mother's Day?
No, it's-- no.
That-- that was, like, two months ago. Uh!
So just can you please take your bowl to the dishwasher?
But the kitchen's all flapped off. It's not safe back there.
Listen. Sit down, please.
Okay.
I really, really need you to step it up while Judy's in treatment.
I need you to help me help her.
This is an all-hands-on-deck kind of situation.
I already gave her my room.
I know. It's such a sacrifice.
You getting to live in the guesthouse doing whatever it is that you're doing,
and I can't hear you doing it.
You really can't hear, like, even from your room?
Dude.
Are you still gonna be able to help me make my cranes for Christ?
The what? Oh, gosh. How many do I have to make?
-Just a thousand. -Great.
-Jesus Christ needs a lot of cranes.
Uh, yeah, honey. Just-- you know what? Just put 'em in here. Thanks, boo.
Is Judy gonna be okay?
Yeah. Yeah, she's gonna be okay. She's gonna be great.
It's not gonna be like what happened with Grandma, right?
No. No, that was a different time,
and medicine has come so far since then,
and we're doing all the right things, so she is gonna be fine, okay?
Okay.
Is-- is your face sweating?
-Hmm? What? -There's like… right here.
-Oh, I didn't notice. -Yeah, it's kind of moist.
Don't you ever say "moist" in this house.
I'm not kidding.
So, the awesome thing is that you wear the cold cap during your treatment,
and, I mean, yeah, it looks like an old-timey wrestler's helmet.
-Oh. -But it'll help you keep your hair.
-Oh, well, that's good. -Yeah.
-Thanks for hooking that up. -Of course.
I mean, not that losing your hair is, like, the biggest deal.
They didn't even have cold caps when my mom was sick,
so we ended up having to shave her head, and…
Oh, man, she did not have the head shape for that.
-How you doing? You okay? -Yeah.
Ooh, smelling a little crystal-shoppy in here.
-Yeah, it's ginger cardamom oil.
-No. -No? Okay.
It's supposed to block out the toxins.
I thought the point of chemo was to put toxins in though, right?
Yeah, but I follow this Reiki healer, and she posted about this woman Kalina
that she met at a sober dance party who specializes in Chinese medicine
for reproductive cancers, so I'm doing her protocol.
Okay.
But as long as you do the Western medicine,
real science stuff, then,
yeah, you do all the woo-woo business that you want.
And Kalina also suggests taking mushrooms
to see what the cancer's trying to teach me.
Oh. Is Kalina a cult leader?
I'm just asking for a friend.
You don't think that every experience is the universe trying to teach us something?
I got crabs in Cancun when I was 18. Where's the lesson in that?
You shouldn't fuck the guy who sells necklaces on the beach.
I shouldn't have. I told you that, didn't I?
-Yeah. Twice. -Okay.
Are you ner-- you nervous?
Yeah, I'm-- I'm-- I'm just thinking, you know.
After the chemo, I'll probably go into menopause
which obviously just closes the book on the whole kids thing, so…
That's hard, I know. I'm so sorry, honey.
Thanks.
Well, if it's any consolation, I'm menopause-ing too.
I mean, my period comes as frequently as the Summer Olympics at this point.
-Oh.
Is there an opening ceremony?
Yeah, I light a tampon on fire and run around the house.
-All right! I'm in! -Yeah.
Then I throw it at you.
You'll never guess what I just bought at the craft store.
Then don't make me guess. I don't know what you do when you're not here.
Oh, uh, I'm always working, boss.
What is that?
Pretty sure that's the weapon that killed Steve Wood.
That bird?
Uh, well, not that bird,
but I was at The Sawmill last week. You'll never guess who was there.
-So just tell me. -Ben Wood.
Holding a bird, just like this one. Only his was missing a tail.
-So? -So I asked him where he got it.
-You wanna guess? -Just quit making me guess shit!
From Henry Harding. It was a gift from Judy Hale.
So what's your point exactly?
This is my point.
You see this?
It's this.
This is this.
This is this. That is that.
This is this!
-Don't you see it? -No, not really.
Well, you need to look closer because I'm telling you,
there is something here, and it's got something to do
with Jen Harding and Judy Hale.
Why Jen Harding?
The weapon was in her house.
-Mm-hmm? -Mm-hmm.
-Mm-hmm. Mm-hmm. -Yeah. Yup.
-Mmm. -Boom.
Don't you think we should take this to Agent Moranis?
Sure, sure, but, um,
I should be the one to take it
because, um, you know, since I'm liaising.
Yeah, but you could maybe, you know, just mention that I found it.
What you haven't found is the driver of our hit-and-run.
So maybe you can focus on helping our victims,
instead of trying to turn them into suspects.
That's not what I'm doing. I told you I-- I canvassed the area.
Did you canvas the CCTV in the surrounding area? You canvas that?
Come on. That'll take, like, a thousand hours.
-Conservatively. -Well, if I were you, I'd get started.
All right.
Can I interest you in some snacks?
No? All right.
-Uh, a magazine?
-Okey-dokey. Nice cozy blanket? Okay. -Ooh. Yes, please.
Wow.
This is like first class, except for instead of nuts, I get chemo.
I also have nuts.
-Delicious. -Thank you.
-Hey.
-Hmm. -You got this!
-Okay? -Yeah.
You are gonna kill this cance.
Is that what we're calling it?
Well, I'm taking it out for a little test drive.
Taking her for a spin.
-Oh! Cance. -In the cance-mobile.
You got the cance? I'm so sad about the cance.
-All right, Miss Judy.
I got the good stuff for you today
and the even better stuff for the side effects.
-Oh, thank you… Francine. -Oh.
I can tell by that spread that this is not your first rodeo, huh?
Nope.
Nice to have a pro by your side.
Uh, yeah, it is. I'm lucky.
All right, I am just going to clean out the port, okay?
Okay. Yeah, yeah.
Gonna have to move your hair.
Okay. All right.
-You okay? -Hmm? Yeah. No, I'm good.
I just was realizing I hadn't filled up your water bottle,
so I am gonna go do that.
-Oh, it's around the corner. -Thank you.
Oh, fu-- shit! Goddamn it.
I like your bracelet. It's pretty.
Oh, thank you. I hate it, but I gotta wear it
'cause my daughter gave it to me.
-Aww. How many kids do you have? -Four.
But only two good ones.
Come on. That can't be true.
Well, I don't know.
I think my son Frankie was sent to Earth just to torture me.
But you still love him.
Yeah, I do, but I wouldn't have chosen him.
But I didn't have a say in that. They choose you.
Really? Hmm.
I probably should have shopped around a little more before I chose mine.
He should have too.
We have nothing in common.
Ex-- except we watch Survivor.
We like to watch it together and strategize how to screw people over.
That's actually sweet.
-Eh. Ready to get comfy? -Yeah.
-All right, hold on here. -Okay.
-There we go. -Oh! Ah!
All right, got your water. Who's ready to hydrate?!
-Me! -I'll check on you later.
-There you go. Okay. -Thank you, Francine.
Thank you, Francine!
-Are you sure you're okay? -Yeah.
Stop asking me that. I'm great.
All right!
Now you just sit back and watch in amazement
as I have suddenly developed the ability
to fold 1,000 fucking cranes.
Oh.
Look at you!
Diagram 1A. Fold A to--
Wait, it says fold and unfold.
Yeah, okay, and then…
Oh, shit. Then flip.
Then B…
Honestly, watching you do that is more painful than getting chemo.
Really? Already pulling the cance card, are we?
Gimme those.
Fine. You fold the fucking ducks.
Hey.
-Come in. -Hi.
Um, my mom told me to bring you this.
Oh, thank you.
And thank you for letting me use your room. I really appreciate it.
-It wasn't really my choice. -Oh.
But, you know…
I'm supposed to ask if you need anything else. Do you?
Uh, no. Thanks.
Hey, Charlie.
Have you ever seen Survivor?
The reality show?
Uh-huh. I hear it's good.
It's not. It's a bunch of starving people
stabbing each other in the backs for bad pizza.
Oh.
I didn't realize. That does sound unpleasant.
Yeah.
Mm. They're all medicinal.
It's the one perk about having the cance.
How are those gummies?
Very delicious.
-Really? -Mm-hmm.
Huh.
Hmm. In fact, you know…
…I wouldn't even probably notice if, like, a few went missing
'cause I'm so out of it with the chemo.
Do you want, like, another pillow or something?
Actually, that would be great.
Thanks.
Anytime.
Hey. Thanks.
Anytime.
Thank you so much, Francine.
How many more have you got of those?
-Um, I lost count. -Oh!
But I'm getting close.
Well, you're getting close on everything. You only got two more of these.
I know, thank God. I will not miss it.
Yeah, but you're gonna miss me, right?
-Yes, of course I am.
I will be happy that it's done though.
Get back to life.
Maybe go on a vacation.
Oh, God.
I have not been on a trip since before Annie was born.
Well, I guess that's the one good thing about not having kids.
Oh, I think there's more than one good thing.
You made a good call there.
Hmm. Wasn't really my call.
Just didn't happen.
I didn't get chosen.
Maybe you got chosen for something else.
Maybe.
Definitely. You're a doll!
I'm my mother now, pushing your hair off your face.
-I like it. -Look at that cute little punim.
By the way, you can have any one of these you want.
Really? I don't ever wanna see them again as long as I live.
Where the hell have you been? I've called you a thousand times.
I know. I've been a little busy. I'm-- I'm sorry.
-Look familiar?
-Where-- where did you get that? -From Nick.
Evidently your little gal-pal is handing out birds left and right.
I'm supposed to give it to the FBI.
-Maybe I should've.
-Well, I didn't, clearly. -Okay.
But that doesn't mean they're not gonna figure it out.
I don't care. Let them fucking figure it out.
I don't care!
Oh, oh, I'm sorry.
I didn't get the memo that we don't care anymore.
Maybe if you had picked up the phone and given me that pertinent inform--
Judy has cervical cancer!
Oh.
And it's stage four.
-Shit. -Don't say "shit."
I'm sorry. I-- I just know four isn't great.
I know what it means, okay,
and I'm just trying to stay positive, to stay strong.
But every time I look at her, I just wanna burst
into tears because…
…I'm so scared I'm gonna lose her, and I…
I can't let her see me like that.
You don't… you don't have to be nice to me.
Now you tell me?
Hi, Francine. Last chemo.
-You're finally getting rid of me. -Good morning.
Oh.
Hi. Sorry. Where's Francine?
She died?
-She died! -Just, like, out of nowhere?
Yeah, a massive heart attack.
-Well, that's annoying. -What? It's devastating.
No, I just mean,
this is, like, the last thing you need to be dealing with right now.
Me? What about her four kids?
Oh, that is sad.
It is.
I just don't want it to diminish the fact
that you just finished three months of chemo, honey.
We should be celebrating.
I don't really feel like celebrating right now.
Okay, I'm not gonna force it,
but I did get balloons and a bottle of Dom.
You were right.
Maybe my cancer isn't trying to teach me anything.
I mean, what is the lesson in some sweet woman keeping me alive
suddenly fucking dying?
Oh, God. I-- I don't know, but…
I'm glad she was in your life.
-Is that something? -No! No, no, it's not!
You know what? Everything is just so random
and meaningless. Nothing matters.
Okay, we're going dark.
Stupid fucking tea that tastes like armpits doesn't matter.
Judy, calm--
Dumb greasy tinctures that do nothing but getting my purse oily!
And smelly.
Goddamn it!
-You need to throw everything out. -Dumb, stupid mushrooms.
Oh, thanks for nothing, Kalina. Fuck you and your spiritual journey.
I don't need it.
I don't know.
-Seems like… maybe we need it.
-What are you doing? -I think I'm doing mushrooms.
What are you doing?
Hmm. Tastes like butt.
Yeah.
Oh, oh! No, no, no, no, no, that's too--
What? Mmm!
Never mind.
I'm excited!
Judy, I went down on a Smurf.
-Oh, no. -And I had some kind of a reaction.
-Am I swole? -Oh, no, no, no, I don't like it.
-You don't? -I don't.
Shh. Shh. It's okay. It's okay. Quiet.
-Oh, applesauce!
Who the fuck eats applesauce in this house?
-Everybody! -Do you eat applesauce?
Yes!
I'm sitting where you were sitting.
I'm sitting where you sat.
We're water.
Like, we're made of water.
That's what I've been trying to say.
Wow.
Sorry, I forgot to put a top on today.
Jump some hurdles.
Spatula's the most perfect word.
It is. "Spadula."
It's like onomatopoeia.
-Onomatopoeia my pants-a!
-It's stupid! -What is onomatopoeia?
It's saying when a word is what it is!
-What? -Like, a spatula spats!
It totally does!
-It spats it right up!
Does someone here have kids?
By the way, I really like your vagine skirt.
-Made out of authentic vagines. -It is!
How many vagines does it take
to get to the center of a vagine skirt?
I know. I know.
-What is it? -One vagenius.
Mic drop that shit.
Oh, gosh.
Your hair feels like a cat.
I had a cat once.
What was its name?
Well, I was deciding between Patty and Sammy,
but then my mom
opened the door to our apartment, and it got out.
-And I never saw it again.
-Oh, my God, I hate that story! -Hmm.
-I'm gonna get you a cat. -You are?
Even though they're fucking evil.
-But I'm gonna get you a cat. -No, it's okay.
She wanted to go, so… she wasn't really my cat.
Hmm.
I feel like my mom wasn't really my mom.
-Hmm. -Moms stay.
Judy, I have to tell you something.
You killed Steve?
-No.
-I mean, I did! I did. -I know.
No, that's not what I was gonna say.
But, no, I…
I…
I was really scared when you were going through treatment.
-I know you were. -Mm-hmm.
-I know you. -Yeah, because of my mom.
-Oh, of course, I get it.
I was scared. I'm still scared.
-Of course. It's scary. -So scary.
Yeah, and I-- I just didn't wanna fuck up
like I did with my mom, and, you know, I had to mother my mom,
and that just-- that just doesn't come naturally for me.
-What? You are the most natural. -No.
You are, like, the best mom.
Please. I fucked up so much with my kids,
and that shit is permanent. You don't get a do-over.
Well, if I had a do-over,
I would pick you as my mom.
You would?
-Mm-hmm. -Wow.
It's mama-matopoeia.
What?
A mom moms.
Oh.
A mom moms. Whoa.
-Mm-hmm.
-A mom moms. -Mm-hmm.
-Mom. -Mom.
-Mom!
Mom!
Jesus. Oh!
I think I just onomatopoeia'd my pants.
-I did. All right, I'll Ben right back. -Eww!
-Wait, did you just say "Ben"? -Ben did I say Ben?
You just said it again.
-No. -Yeah.
-Shit! -What?
All right, I gotta go.
Okay, no, no, no. One thing.
Whatever you do, do not look in the mirror.
Pee my pants.
Water. Mm.
Oh, mm, no.
Mom?
Oh, no.
No, no, no, no, no.
Hey.
You are beautiful.
-You need to take me to the hospital. -What? Why?
Because I'm having a heart attack. Look at my face.
It's crazy, right?
Did you look in the mirror?
Uh, yeah.
I told you not to do that.
Okay. You are not having a heart attack, you're just tripping.
-Okay? -Okay.
I think. You do look a little blue.
-You gotta drive me to the ER! -Do I look like I can drive right now?
Well, you don't have the best track record.
Ouch.
How you doing, Mom?
Could you please, please stop speeding?
I'm going, like, 20 miles an hour.
No, you are driving like an octopus drives.
Somebody took too many gummies.
-What? Oh, God. -Nothing.
-You're okay.
-Hey, hey, hey, you're okay.
O-okay. No, no, no, please.
-You're a nice boy. -I'm driving. I'm driving, please.
Where's Mom?
Uh… that's a good question.
She…
…went out for a bit,
and so I'm doing tuck-ins.
Oh, also, I have something for you.
Ta-da!
You did all these?
Yeah. Me and your mom.
-Oh, so, you did them. -I wanted to.
What are you gonna do with all of these?
-Well, I'm supposed to make a wish. -Oh!
Like in the book.
Sadako and the Thousand Paper Cranes.
That is so cool.
Christopher says we should wish for Christ's return.
But I kind of wanna use my wish for something else.
Okay.
What do you wanna use your wish for?
For you.
To be okay.
'Cause you're like my other mom.
I am?
Well, yeah, obviously.
Well, good!
'Cause you're kind of like my-- Oh!
You're like my other mom!
-You're silly. -You're silly.
Can you uncross your legs for me?
-What? They're not-- oh, shit. -Straighten out your legs.
There you go. And then take your arm. I need your arm.
Mm-hmm.
Okay, that's too tight.
It's on the regular amount.
No, I know, but I-- I don't want my arm to fall off. I need it.
-What did you take? -What did you take?
-I didn't take any drugs. -Neither did I.
-I don't believe you. -That's rude.
Holy shit.
-Hello. -Hello.
I hear we took some mushrooms.
Uh, that's the buzz on the street.
-Yes, it is.
Am I dead?
No, you're definitely alive.
-Okay.
Can you take some deep breaths for me?
-And release. -And then we, yeah--
-Okay.
Um, you know, I can… I can hear my heart beating.
Like it's really, really loud.
Um…
Like-- like an echo.
That's not an echo.
Then what is it?
It's your baby's heartbeat.
-I don't have a baby. -Not yet.
-What? -You're pregnant.