Why is this happening?
Please, I just want to help.
What the hell?
Hello?
Hey. How do I open this?
Hey!
But it's just one line.
- No, Reed.
- The single line means "not pregnant." - Man.
You peed on it, though, right?
Yes, I peed on it.
Oh. Okay.
Don't worry. Sometimes it takes time.
Doesn't always happen right away.
- Just really excited to start a family with you.
I know you are. You love babies.
- I really do.
Especially when people dress them
in those-those little business suits.
- You're so silly. - I know.
It's like, "Where are you going? You don't got a job, baby."
Oh. Hi. What are you doing here?
Hey. Sorry to show up so early, but I've been thinking all night
and trying to access my own powers,
and I feel like we should talk
about these abilities that are awakening in you.
Oh, my God. Alma, nothing is awakening in me, okay?
I told you last night,
I'm just tired from the wedding. I just need more sleep.
Oh, hey, Alma. Okay, I'm off.
- I love you. - Okay. Love you, too.
Reed, don't you have get to work?
Who's gonna talk to your dad about sports
- if you're not there? - That's a good point.
- Better get going. - Okay. Bye.
You're not
grasping how exciting this is.
Don't you want to know what you're capable of?
- I got to get to work. - Call in sick.
I'm supposed to be writing with Dad right now,
- but this is way more important. - Oh, I get it.
You're just trying to avoid working on your dissertation.
I'm offering you a chance
to peek behind the curtain of reality,
to see what mysteries lie beyond.
I think I'm fine just looking at the curtain.
It's a very nice curtain.
But I discovered something, and I need your help.
What kind of help?
I told you how I'm not able to connect right now, right?
- Yeah. - What I didn't tell you is, every time I try to,
I end up in this fog.
What is this? What's happening?
Hey, you're here! I know,
- it's scary at first, huh?
How do we get out of here?
That's what I want your help with.
You see that speck coming towards us? That's a door.
Are we gonna hit it?
Probably not.
- Any ideas for opening this?
Yeah, maybe you shouldn't open it.
Becca, it's a door.
It's meant to be opened.
Come on. Just try to, like, see beyond it or something.
- No, I just want to get out of here.
Okay.
I don't know what you just did,
but don't ever do that again. Ever.
- This is the power
of your ancestors reaching out to you.
The great unknown.
- This is the universe we're talking about here.
You can't just pretend it doesn't exist.
- Hey.
You're denying who you really are.
You can hear me.
You can hear...
- Camila. - Yes.
I got an overdraft notice.
Did you take out $5,000?
I was helping a cousin.
What cousin?
- You don't know her. - Well,
she must be pretty close for you to give her
- this much money. - Exactly what are you accusing me of?
Accusing you? I'm not...
I-I'm just trying to find out where the money went.
I have to tell you everything? I can't have my own life?
I never said that.
I'm sorry you don't trust me.
Jesus, Camila. Don't make this about me.
Oh, so it's always my fault, huh?
Well, just tell me the truth. What was
- the money for? - I already told you.
You know what? Forget it.
- Alma. - Hi, Mom.
- Everything okay? - Yes, of course.
- Come in. - Oh!
You made your famous lemon bars.
They're for the church bake sale.
Oh, cool. So, does all of the money go to subjugating women?
Or does some of it go to protecting pedophiles?
Hey, Dad.
Alma, you finally made it.
Well, I would go back and get here on time,
but you won't help me figure that out, so voilà.
Uh, don't get crumbs on my rug.
Wow. You care way too much about this reality.
Okay, uh, first, I want to go over revisions,
and then we will double-check
all the sources in your bibliography.
That sounds fun.
I heard you and Mom arguing. What was that about?
Eh, it was nothing.
She sent money somewhere?
It's really none of your business.
Really? Because it sounded like
she was hiding something from you.
Like maybe she's in trouble.
Trouble involving that guy I saw her with,
- Alejandro? - Hey.
Let's focus on the dissertation, okay?
Okay.
Page one.
Hey, do you still have your old research?
Yeah, I do. It's up in the attic
gathering dust. Why?
Wondering if you have reports from your old test subjects.
Thought I'd check to see
if anyone else had trouble connecting
- like I am. - Alma.
I'm just curious to see
if there are other people like me.
There's no one like you.
- What if I find someone? - What are you talking about?
Nothing.
I'm just saying it would be nice to know
if there are other people like us
so we don't have to feel so alone.
You know, you can never tell anyone what we did.
That could unravel this entire timeline.
Even if we tell someone we know we can trust?
No one could understand the things that I did.
I understood.
Yeah, and I appreciate that,
but no one else could.
So, please, let's put the past in the past
and focus on the future.
Like you are?
How old is this arts and crafts project?
Or this newspaper?
I'm trying to understand my mother,
and I'm doing it in a safe and normal way
by studying history.
- And speaking of history...
...let's talk about the agricultural practices
of the ancient Mesoamericans.
Okay. Let's see these revisions of yours.
Page one.
Well, I have to work through lunch.
But we'll do it tonight.
Okay, yes, we can try that new position,
but I don't see how...
No, I get how your penis could go in deeper,
but wouldn't the semen flow the wrong way?
- Oh.
Um... I have to go.
Okay, bye.
That was my boss.
I'm kidding. It was Reed.
- Oh. I hoped so.
You showed up at my office unannounced.
I made some lemon bars for the church,
but I brought you some extra.
Okay, well, thank you.
I love your bars.
To be honest, I also came to apologize
for fighting with you last night.
I know you meant well.
That was my apology.
Oh. Okay. I forgive you.
And I'm sorry if I was being nosy.
It's just that I'm really worried about you.
You don't have to worry about me. I am fine.
- Are you sure? - Yes. Of course.
Because if there's something going on, you can tell me.
You're my mom. I'm gonna love you no matter what.
Thank you, but I am fine.
Okay.
And thank you again
- for the bars. Do you want one? - Oh, no.
- They're just butter and sugar. - Oh.
But you are going to be pregnant soon, and all that fat
is good for the baby's brain.
- Enjoy. - Okay.
You mind if I go to the bathroom?
Uh, you're a grown-up. You don't have to ask.
Right.
Okay.
Yes.
Hey, old friend.
- Hi. Thanks for... - What do you want? I'm not in the mood
to fall through another magic cloud or whatever.
- Don't worry. I just wanted to show you this.
Oh, my God. Is that Mom?
Look at the signature.
"Alejandro."
- Right? - Oh.
The guy that painted Mom years ago
is the same guy you saw her arguing with.
Well, maybe it's a coincidence.
She definitely has a history with this guy.
Check out the inscription.
"Para mi bonita, un pedazo de tu alma
siempre estará aquí."
"For my beauty,
a piece of your soul will always be here."
Very poetic.
Just the kind of thing you'd say to a lover.
Mom probably fell in love
with this Alejandro guy back in Mexico,
and they've been having an affair ever since.
Oh, come on, Alma. This is Mom we're talking about.
- She's literally at a church bake sale right now. - I know.
It's hard for me to believe, too.
But maybe we don't really know Mom.
This morning,
I found out she wired $5,000 to Mexico
and then tried to hide it from Dad.
Why would she do that?
What if Alejandro is blackmailing her?
- Trying to get money
so he won't tell Dad about the affair.
Do you really think that's possible?
I don't know, but we have to find out.
It's the only way to help her.
I know. I've tried to get her to open up to me,
- but she won't talk to me about it. - Mm-hmm.
Maybe there's another way.
What if you and I travel back to when you saw him in the car?
Maybe we see something new.
Okay, I get it. This is you hoping
that I'll time-travel back to my memories or whatever.
Would it be so bad?
- Becca, this thing we do is miraculous.
We could use it to help our family.
- To save lives. - Alma, let's be real.
I've had a few vivid memories.
You saw a door you can't open. We're not saving lives.
I saved Dad.
What do you mean?
I mean, you know,
metaphorically saved his soul
in the sense that all kids save their parents
by giving their life meaning. That's what I meant.
Look, can you just trust me? We could use this
to make life better.
I don't want to make my life better.
Unlike you, I'm actually happy with my life
because I have a husband and friends and a career...
I have friends.
- I don't hang out with them. - Mm-hmm.
But I look at pictures of their dogs and shit online.
You know what I think, Alma?
I think you're a little bored of being a professor.
I think you're a little lonely,
and you're looking for a sense of purpose.
And what's your purpose, Becca? "To look pretty
and be nice and do everything
that Mother and Husband tell me to do"?
You're not living a life, Becca.
You're living an idea of a life,
- and it's not even your idea. - That's not true.
At least I'm trying to connect to something larger than myself
so I can actually do something meaningful
with my life. What are you doing
- with your life? - Living it.
Hey, babe. Sorry I'm late.
Alma was in one of her moods. Ugh.
What's wrong?
Nick came over to watch golf, so we ordered hot wings.
But I ate too many.
- Got heartburn. - Babe.
You've got to be careful with those.
And I looked everywhere for Tums.
But then in your bathroom drawer,
I found these.
Are you still taking birth control pills?
No. Of course not.
Those are from, um, before we were married.
- Oh, okay. That makes sense. - Yeah.
Except I know you,
and I can tell when you're shitting me.
I'm not shitting you.
You swear that you're telling the truth right now?
Well, what are... what are you saying?
- That I lie all the time? - No. No, no.
- That's not what I'm saying. - You saying you basically, like, married a liar?
I'm just trying to understand.
Do you not want to have a baby with me?
No! Of c... Yes, I do.
Then why are you taking these pills?
They are from before we were married.
I can't deal with this. - What?
- Come on, Reed. - No.
- I can't. - Where are you going? Talk to me.
No, I am going to my parents' house.
I need to be with people I can trust.
Hey, Sam.
Hey.
I'm sorry, how do we know each other again?
I met you at a party with your girlfriend.
- We were all really drunk. You probably don't remember.
- Oh. Okay.
Um, it's really nice to meet you again.
- I'm Alma. - Sam.
So, you-you seem good.
Oh, um...
I am. Yeah. Thanks.
Good. I'm glad.
I was right.
About my dad.
About everything.
I'm sorry, what?
Just our conversation from the party.
- Oh. - You don't remember. It's fine.
All right, well, um, I got to get going,
but it was really nice to meet you again.
And I'm really glad you were right.
Becca?
- Hey. - Oh, my God.
- I'm so glad you're here.
I'm sorry for the shit I said earlier.
No, it's fine. You're right. I don't know what I'm doing,
and now I'm in a huge fight with Reed.
I just need someone to drink with.
- You came to the right place.
Do you want to have a baby with him?
Yes.
Oh, probably. I don't know. I'm s...
I'm worried about if I'm ready
to be responsible for a child.
- Have you told him that? - I can't
because he thinks I'm super together and competent.
If he knew how unsure I was of this, it would wreck him.
So I just keep trying to hide it, and then
that leads to me lying to him, which makes it worse.
Well, at least you're not cheating on him.
No, I would never cheat on him.
Excuse me, what's that look? I've never cheated on him.
- Yeah, not in this life. - What?
Don't listen to me. I'm shit-faced.
Wow. I can't believe you're playing
- that stupid song. - What stupid song?
- Ugh. - I don't even know what I'm playing.
I know exactly what you're doing. You always try
to make me feel better by playing the Rainbow Song.
Right. The Rainbow Song.
This was so long ago.
You brought us here.
You used your gift.
I didn't mean to. I was just remembering
the very first day that we made up the Rainbow Song.
- I remember it, too.
You came home from kindergarten
with a silly poem about rainbows.
And then Dad came up with the tune.
It was something Grandma Geraldine used to hum.
I was so proud that Dad liked my song.
Becca, this is one of the things we can do together.
Go back to these happy memories.
You would always play it for me when things got hard.
You don't remember making nine long-distance calls
to a strange number in Mexico?
- What are you saying? That I'm lying? - It's okay.
- Come on. - No, I'm wondering if these are false charges.
Are you lying?
You see, there you go,
accusing me of lying.
Camila, what is this about?
Nothing.
You're good at this, Becca.
I can't believe we just did that.
Yeah.
Did you hear what Mom and Dad were fighting about?
Sounds like she was hiding stuff from him even back then.
Yeah, and then she got all defensive.
Just like I do with Reed.
Well, they were our only model for relationships,
and they fucked us up good, so...
I will drink to that.
At least we know what poisoned their marriage.
- Mom's secret affair. - All right, fine.
Let's say that you are right about the affair.
But it's still her life, right? Like, there's nothing we can do
about it.
We could go back in time
and make it so she never met Alejandro.
What?
We can't do that. Can we?
Maybe. I don't know the limit to what you're capable of doing.
Okay.
But we still don't know if it's an affair, right?
Right. We have to get her to tell us the truth.
Yes. But how? I keep trying.
I have an idea.
Why don't we just go over there together
and demand she tell us?
- Like a united front? - Exactly. Let's go right now.
Oh, come on, please? Can't it wait till the morning?
I don't know if it can. What if that guy shows up
at Mom's house with a gun and demands more money?
- Jesus Christ, Alma. - Well, so, you want to help Mom or not?
Yes. Yes, of course I want to help Mom.
That's good, because the car's already here.
Whoa.
What is it?
We are here to find out exactly what your secret is.
So we can help you.
Girls, it's very late,
and I can smell the wine on your breath.
Who is Alejandro?
You told Alma?
I don't like keeping secrets from people.
Well, I told you. It's nothing.
We also saw this painting by Alejandro.
Dun, dun, dun.
And we know about the money you sent.
And we know about the long-distance calls you've made.
I don't know what you're accusing me of,
but I don't like it.
Did you have an affair?
- Excuse me?! - I know
you think that you're protecting us by keeping it in,
but whatever you're doing, it's just making it worse.
Yeah, Mom. We're adults.
We can handle it. So you banged
some guy behind Dad's back. We're cool.
- Please leave my house. - No, Mom.
If you care about us at all, you have to tell us the truth,
because not telling us is just hurting the whole family.
I have given my life to this family.
You have no idea what I have given up for you.
You girls are so ungrateful.
What is going on?
We were just trying to help Mom.
Yeah, but she won't let us.
I'll talk to you both in my office.
What? We're not teenagers.
Okay.
- What do you think you're doing? - It was Becca's idea.
- What? No, it wasn't. - Look, we only came
because we know there's something going on with Mom.
Once we find out what's wrong, we can go back to the past
- and fix it. - What? "Go back to the past"? What do you mean?
- It's okay. She knows. - What does she know?
Look, I didn't tell you because I knew you'd be mad.
Dad knows that we do this?
Yeah. He sort of trained me.
What exactly have you told her?
Dad, Becca has powers, too.
She took me back to our childhood.
What? You can do that?
Why didn't you tell me that Dad knows about this?
Because it's complicated. We had a different life.
What do you mean, "a different life"?
- Well, Dad was... - Alma,
be careful what you're about to say.
Dad and I changed reality to make the world better,
- and-and it is. - What do you mean?
- Alma, I told you to stop.
What the hell was that? - Oh, no.
- Mom! - Mom!
Camila!
I can't believe Mom just left like that.
What is going on with her?
Alma, what have you done?