♪ Well, hello there ♪
♪ My, it's been a long, long time ♪
♪ How am I doin'? ♪
♪ Oh, I guess that I'm doin' fine ♪
♪ It's been so long now ♪
♪ But it seems now ♪
♪ That it was only yesterday ♪
♪ Gee, ain't it funny? ♪
♪ How time slips away ♪
Johnny.
What's up?
Just didn't want you to forget about Marah's game. It's the playoffs.
Why would I forget?
You wouldn't. I just haven't really seen much of you lately.
You were out past two last night.
I wasn't aware you were keeping track.
I'm not. I just... worry.
No need. I'm fine.
I'll be at the game.
Hey, can you shut the door?
♪ I can read your thoughts right now ♪
♪ Every one from A to Z ♪
♪ Whoa, whoa, whoa ♪
- ♪ Oh, oh, oh ♪ - ♪ Whoa, whoa, whoa ♪
♪ I... ♪
- Fifteen seconds, Ms. Hart. - Thank you.
- Good morning. - Morning, Dick.
Three, two...
♪ Any time you feel danger... ♪
- Hi, I'm Tully Hart. - I'm Dick Chapman.
And it's April 12th, 1993.
And it's time to get up, America.
Next up is our interview...
♪ Anything you want done, baby I do it naturally ♪
♪ Whoa, whoa, whoa ♪
- ♪ Oh, oh, oh ♪ - ♪ Whoa, whoa, whoa ♪
♪ Oh, I can sense your needs Like rain onto the seeds ♪
♪ I can make a rhyme Of confusion in your mind ♪
♪ And when it comes down To some good old-fashioned love ♪
♪ I got it, I got it I got it, got it, baby... ♪
I'm with former Washington State Governor Benedict Binswanger,
whose controversial new book,
The Spotted Owl in the Boardroom: How Environmentalism is Killing Business,
is a surprise bestseller.
- Welcome to the show, Governor Binswanger. - Thank you, Dick. It's good to be here.
Sir, you lost your bid for...
Want some bananas?
Thanks.
...a second term in an historic landslide against a pro-environmental opponent.
Some people say your book is a rebuke to voters who tossed you out of office.
Oh, nonsense, Dick.
I... I love the voters of Washington state,
and, uh, I forgive them for their mistake.
Yeah, good riddance, you dumbass.
Yeah, dumb arse.
Huh. Who needs preschool when we have you to teach her?
Hey, she needs to have a proper curse vocab
if she's gonna be a news producer like Dad or a writer like Mummy.
You look really pretty, Mommy.
Thank you.
This is the first time I've been out of sweats in...
I don't even know how long.
But I am trying to pretend that I belong in New York.
You do!
You really do.
I'm glad you're getting some Tully time.
You deserve it.
I'm gonna miss you guys so much.
Just go, Mommy.
Yes. Okay. I love you, sweetie. Mwah!
- We're gonna be just fine. - Okay, okay, okay. Yes.
Miss you already.
Bye.
Be sure to come back next time you're in New York.
- What do you think, Tully? - Fascinating stuff, Dick.
Next up, we have Martha Stewart
with her ultimate spring-cleaning checklist.
There's a new pet.
♪ Ch-ch-ch-chia ♪
Chia Pet. The pottery that grows.
And we're out.
I'll see you tonight.
Governor Binswanger.
- Tully Hart. - Uh...
I used to cover you back in Seattle.
Oh. Hello. Apologies. I have a terrible memory.
I'm surprised you forget.
You really did not like me.
Oh, I find that hard to believe. I saw your little segment on closets.
It was, uh, very cute, very informative.
Yeah. Oh, uh, I have to get to my next interview.
- It was wonderful to see you. - Hmm.
- Oh my God! You look amazing. - You look amazing!
- You changed your hair. - You changed yours!
Oh my God!
Come in, come in.
- Oh, this is so good! - Tully!
- That limo from the airport was too much. - It was nothing. You deserve it.
- And this neighborhood, so fancy. - Right! Barely even smells like pee.
This apartment... Holy shit, Tull!
I know. Kate Moss lives upstairs. David Spade lives across the hallway.
Last weekend, he took me to an after-party for Saturday Night Live.
I met Paul Simon. He's super short.
Shit, I can't even stay awake long enough to watch Saturday Night live.
I'm so happy you're here. I can't believe I haven't seen you for a year.
You have to come and visit more.
Well, you can come visit me.
Please. You know my schedule is insane.
I don't get vacation days. I barely have time to poop.
You're also describing my life, except I do not have one of those.
Oh, that old thing.
Mm-hmm.
Ooh, she's so heavy.
Hmm. I'd like to thank my daughter, Marah,
for finally sleeping through the night in her bed,
except I can't because she hasn't, but she's still the best kid in the world.
Here is to girlfriend time, finally.
- Holy shit, you're pregnant. - I think I might be, Tull.
I mean, it's too soon for a test, but we've been trying a lot.
And I feel hungry and bloated just like I did with Marah.
But you couldn't have waited 'til next weekend to get knocked up?
I'm sorry. I'm just... You know. What I mean is congratulations.
Hooray for sober girlfriend time.
- I missed you. - I missed you.
You look great. I love your bangs.
Oh my God, I love your bob.
- It goes up in the back. It's so shiny. - I straightened it.
You psyched for the big game? Last one before the playoffs.
Are we ever gonna talk about how you got that black eye?
Told you. Tripped and fell.
I know you got in a fight, Dad.
Well, let me finish.
I tripped and fell on someone's fist.
Mom thinks you need therapy.
Well, I don't think she should be discussing that with you.
She wasn't.
I heard her talking to Uncle Sean, and Tully, and Grandma.
I see.
Still, I don't need therapy.
I'm fine.
I've been a bit stressed out.
Nothing for you to worry about. Totally under control.
Guess I just needed to get punched a few times.
Knock some sense into me.
That's dark, Dad.
I really am okay. All right?
You don't worry about me. I worry about you.
Hey, let's do something tomorrow. Just the two of us.
Celebrate the end of a great field hockey season.
Yeah, could be fun.
That's more like it. All right...
- ...let's go kick some ass. - Let's go.
Tully Hart here with another Girlfriend Minute.
Guys, I have been getting so many emails from you
about last week's episode on moving on after heartbreak and loss.
And your stories are so powerful.
And it reminds me that when we share our truth,
we heal together.
But, this week I have a little something different for you girlfriends.
Are you sure you should use the word "girlfriend"
with the cease and desist from Wilson King?
Like he owns the word "girlfriend."
Yeah, he's already suing you for a lot of money.
So what's a few million more?
Can we just keep going?
And can you hold it steady? You're gonna make everyone seasick.
Oh, I'm so sorry that I'm not a professional camera lady.
Yeah, me too.
Sorry. I'm sorry.
Ugh. It's just this is such a step-down for me.
I had to do my own makeup this morning.
I gotta get back on TV. I can't take much more of this.
Your last Girlfriend Minute got like a million hits.
You're doing so great.
At least your ex-husband, who lives in your guest room,
isn't getting into bar fights, sleeping until noon,
and yelling at telemarketers.
Shit. He's not doing any better?
No, worse.
I don't know what to do.
Anyway, I have to get to a field hockey game, so let's just...
- You're the one who stopped recording. - Who can remember who stopped doing what?
Let's just go.
I've got something very special for you girlfriends today.
Some of you have been asking for a tour of my new apartment.
So, let's do it.
This is my fabulous living room,
which leads directly into my gourmet kitchen
with the most incredible views.
- What the fuck? - Oh my God!
Oh, hello.
Uh...
Don't move another inch.
I have a gun,
and I have just pressed the silent alarm.
Yup.
Uh...
Babe, relax.
Relax?
A naked man just broke into my condo and put on my apron.
I let him in.
He's my husband,
which I guess makes him your stepdad.
I'm Dmitri. It's nice to meet you.
Um, since when are you married?
I don't know. Two years?
- Three. Babe. - Three. Three. Sorry, three years.
Uh...
Justine, hey, can I call you back in a minute? I...
Wait, what? Seriously?
Um, yeah. I'll be right there.
Cloud, I'll talk to you later.
Dmitri, please take off my apron and burn it.
Kate, good luck with Marah's game.
I've gotta run. I'll call you later. I've got a meeting with Wilson King.
Well, good morning, young lady. You must be the beautiful Tallulah.
Dennis, welcome to our home.
Dorothy.
"From where the sun rises to where the sun sets,
you inspire shouts of joy."
Psalm 65.
And you unto me as well,
inspire said joy, as in the Lord.
Why are you being creepy?
Mmm. I told you she was just a little firecracker.
You did indeed forewarn.
- Seriously, Cloud... - Cloud. That's just her nickname for me.
No, it's not.
Yes, Dennis and I are hosting Bible study this morning.
He's my new gentleman friend.
Since when do you read the Bible?
You know I've always followed a spiritual path.
And Dennis has been teaching me a lot.
Would you like some Sanka?
A woman who knows my vice.
Your vice is decaffeinated coffee?
Oh, from the mouths of babes.
Terrible tragic story, what happened with your father.
Dorothy told me all about it.
Well, that's hilarious because she's, uh, never told me, so...
Well, I assure you it's not my intention to take his place.
But, you can take comfort in what the Bible teaches.
The Lord is like a compassionate father to those who fear Him.
Why don't you pray with us, Lulah?
- Thank you. - Mmm.
- God... - Lord...
- Lord, thank you for this coffee. - ...we thank you for this bounty.
- You have delivered us from evil. - All things... Yes.
- Morning. - Morning.
- Hey, guess what, Katie bear? - Hmm?
Wizard of Oz is on this weekend. We watching it?
Oh, no, thanks.
- But it's our tradition. - Dad, it's for kids.
What! Come on.
- Hi. - Hey.
Can I move in with you? Cloud's got a new boyfriend.
They're over there blessing coffee.
- What? And yes, of course you can. Um... - Good.
Are we kicking Sean out of his bedroom, or are you moving into mine?
Yes, 100% we're kicking Sean out.
Then that's two birds with one stone.
- We get Sean out and you in. Yeah. - Yes.
- Cheers to being roommates. - Cheers. Yeah, cute and fun.
- I can't believe you forgot that. - You're a liar. You're a big, fat liar.
What's she doing here?
Oh, um,
I'm sponsoring Tully for membership. Remember?
- That's so... That is not true at all. - It's funny.
- That's not funny. - It is funny.
You know it's funny.
♪ When my world was fallin' down ♪
♪ You came around ♪
♪ Yeah, baby ♪
♪ Pick me up and dust me off ♪
First up, old business.
Snafus like delivering the wrong filmstrip to biology class last week
are what make AV Club look ridiculous.
Guys, all eyes are on us. Let's do better.
Can't hear you.
Effective communication is our bread and butter here.
Now, as you all know,
the second annual Barbara Lee Ellis High School AV Club Film Festival
is next weekend at Kate Mularkey's house!
Yes... we're all excited.
New business.
Who has some?
I propose a weekly student newscast.
There's already TV feeds in all the classrooms.
Can't. Don't have the resources. Anybody have anything else?
Wait, um, shouldn't we get to vote on that?
Yeah, absolutely.
Um, any contested motion needs to be adjudicated by a majority vote.
It... It's in the bylaws.
I'll put it down for next week's agenda.
Whoa!
Yo, I knew Mr. G was an alky.
Put that back!
Using Mr. Garfield's classroom is a sacred trust.
Yeah, let's take it to Mularkey's party.
It is not a party. It is a school-sanctioned event.
Yeah, man. Come on. It's like...
Come on.
Thanks, Eugene.
- Thanks. - Thank you.
A restaurant without a kids' menu.
I feel like a princess.
Can I smell your wine?
Mmm.
God, this is fun. Oh my God, that guy looks exactly like Keanu Reeves.
That's because it is Keanu Reeves.
What?
Why is Keanu eating alone?
Should we invite him to join us... in bed?
I don't know why people think you're the goody two-shoes.
- But seriously, should we? - Don't tempt me, Mularkey.
Oh God. I loved your Martha Stewart interview.
I mean, at first I thought turning a hall closet into a pantry
was, like, the craziest idea ever, but I have to admit I, um...
What is it?
Leave Keanu alone.
Don't look now, but Benedict Binswanger and Dick Chapman just walked in.
I said don't look!
You know, that coward had the nerve to pretend not to know me this morning.
But then my producer said he called ahead
to request that I not be the one to interview him.
- No. - Yes.
- Why would he do that? - I don't know.
It doesn't make any sense. I'm from Seattle. I used to cover him.
Well, that's why. You were hard on him back in the day, so he's scared of you.
Huh. Well, you know what?
He should be.
What're you doing? Where are you going? Are you gonna yell at him?
Will they kick us out? I'm very excited about eating this appetizer platter.
Don't worry. I'm just gonna say hi.
- Tully. - Mmm.
Great segment with Martha. You've met Benedict.
Indeed, I have.
We had the most enchanting encounter at the studio this morning.
So enchanting.
But I just wanted to say,
you don't need to be scared to talk to me on air. I don't bite.
I'm afraid I don't follow.
Well, I know you requested Dick because you thought I'd be hard on you.
And then pretended not to know me for some reason.
Oh, that.
No, honey, I'm so sorry for the confusion. I was just trying to be nice.
How so?
Well, I remember you, of course, and your sloppy reporting,
and your bizarre vendetta against me.
Didn't you steal my trash once? Yeah.
That was... How did you...
Let me guess, you grew up poor.
Single mother, real loser type, probably into drugs, or... or... or worse.
She brings home a string of bad boyfriends,
and before you know it, daddy issues.
So you decide to escape to become, uh, someone else,
someone respectable like, uh, Lois Lane.
Right? Willing to do whatever it takes.
Steal garbage, make up stories, or even... sleep your way to the top.
- That is absolutely not true. - No, no. Don't sweat it, kiddo.
We all got to use what we've got.
- Mr. Binswanger? - Hmm.
- Your table's ready. - Hmm.
Oh.
I'm really nervous suddenly, and I don't know why.
You're excited. You're about to get your show back.
Holy crap, that's a good cappuccino.
I do want my show back.
Very badly.
But I just have to stay strong.
Demand what I am entitled to, full creative control, nothing less.
- We'll settle for nothing less. - I just...
I can't let him intimidate me.
Tully Hart doesn't get intimidated.
Not usually.
But certain men,
older men,
sometimes I let them get in my head, throw me off balance.
It's happened before. I just have to stay strong.
We've got this, babe.
Not only are you gonna get back on TV,
you are gonna get more money,
better perks, a better time slot, everything you want.
This is it.
It's what we've been waiting for.
Well. Well, if it isn't Tully Hart, Queen of the Internet.
Wilson King.
Just when I thought it was safe to get back in the water.
You're not afraid of a little shark, are you?
Hmm. Justine Jordan, shark hunter.
Pleasure.
Well... I'll just get down to brass tacks. I think we all know why we're here.
The Girlfriend Hour's ratings are in the toilet.
We're on the verge of cancellation.
Hmm.
I want you back.
And why would I come back to work for a man who ruined my show
and is currently suing me?
Because I'll give you everything you want.
The lawsuit, poof, gone, forgotten.
You're reinstalled as host effective immediately.
No co-host.
You're in charge of content, creative guests.
No restrictions.
Complete and total control.
Wow.
That is... Wow.
I'm a little disappointed, Wilson.
You're not even gonna let me show off my sick negotiation skills?
We can work through the nitty-gritty later.
What do you say, kiddo?
You ready to get back on TV?
I know that's an offer I'm never gonna get anywhere else,
and it gets me out of the lawsuit.
But I think I'm gonna have to respectfully decline.
- What? - I'm sorry?
I can't work for you.
Even if it's the show I've always wanted, the price is just too high.
Then I'll see you in court.
No, you won't, because you're gonna drop the lawsuit.
Why would I do that exactly?
Because...
I've already gathered the sworn testimonies
of several women you reached confidential settlements with
after sexually harassing them.
And they want to come on the Girlfriend Minute
to tell their stories in detail.
And yeah, maybe some people don't care about that kind of abuse of power.
But you know what they will care about?
How you misappropriated company funds when you paid those women off.
You're bluffing.
Well, I guess you'll see tomorrow.
Wow, that was, uh...
I can't believe he actually dropped the lawsuit.
I can't believe you turned down a show with total creative control.
Nobody gets that.
I'll do something else. Something better.
Great. What do you have in mind?
No idea.
Hey, how'd you get the victims to go on the record?
I didn't.
I was totally bluffing.
Just like that on the spot.
I figured after the way he treated me, it was a reasonable guess.
Holy shit.
You are a badass.
Never fucking call me "kiddo."
- Pass it! - Come on, girls!
Run, Marah! That's good! Hustle.
Look at her. Look how good she is.
- Hustle, ladies. - That's our baby.
Our baby's the MVP. Best one on the team!
Ow.
You okay?
Yeah.
It's nothing.
Whoo! Go, Marah!
Johnny? Johnny?
Johnny?
What?
I said, do you want a soda?
No, all good.
Come on. You got this, Marah!
Hey, it's all right.
Yo, what the fuck, ref? Get that girl out of there.
- Watch it, dad. - That was a flagrant fucking foul.
Hey, watch your mouth. Play was fair.
Bullshit, dude. Your kid tripped my kid.
It's a game. Stop whining.
- What the fuck did you say to me, asshole? - Hey, back off, man. Seriously.
Yeah? What if I don't back off, man?
Johnny.
Walk away, dad. Go cool off.
Fuck.
Let's go, here we go!
Come on, Marah.
You got this.
Wake up, lazy.
It's 11:00. I've already worked a full day.
This is so decadent.
Speaking of decadent,
I thought we could do a little pre-shopping shopping.
In my closet.
Did you just like roll that in here? That's like an entire mall.
You can't get any of this stuff at the mall.
And once we pick the perfect outfit for today's outing,
we will pick the perfect complement.
Talk about breakfast at Tiffany's. You stayed for lunch and dinner.
I used to have this fantasy
that I would meet a man who would buy me jewelry.
And then I realized I can buy my own damn jewelry.
And it's better because I always love what I pick.
Oh my God.
♪ Please die for me Yeah, yeah ♪
♪ Yeah, yeah, ow ♪
♪ Hold this for me down here ♪
♪ Here I come You can't stop me now ♪
♪ I will be the one who keeps you around ♪
♪ Yeah, yeah, ow ♪
♪ Peace and loving everywhere ♪
♪ Get on the floor Let's dance some more ♪
♪ When they tell me... ♪
Here.
- This is what you need. - Your leather jacket.
Ooh.
This is a winner.
I feel like Julia Roberts in Pretty Woman.
Except if she was a pregnant housewife instead of a hooker.
Well, today you are not a housewife.
You're a Firefly Lane girl on a New York adventure.
We're gonna have so much fun.
This is gonna be great. Um...
Ex... Except, um, I... I could use some help.
Tully, assist Kate.
Everyone, the first movie will begin in five minutes.
- She thinks she's in charge of everything. - Well, she is the president.
I'm just glad that Sean's at Robbie's, so he can't embarrass me.
And my mom's at Aunt Georgia's, so she can't pretend to bring us snacks
and spy on us.
Hey, how's everybody doing, huh?
Hi, Mr. Mularkey.
Dad!
You promised you would stay upstairs with the door closed.
I just wanna make sure everyone has snacks.
Well, we do.
Well, I meant me.
Looks like fun.
- Here's a bowl of snack mix. Just... - Yeah. I'm going, Katie bear.
- Please. - Don't push me!
Um...
My dad and I do really like this one mini golf place, Cappy Putts on Highway 9.
Oh, hey, Eugene. Cappy Putts? That sounds fun.
Wow, she said yes.
She said...
Uh, I was just wondering if maybe next Saturday
my dad and I could pick you up, and we could...
Oh, look, I'd love to go mini golfing with you and your dad.
I just, um... I actually...
Um...
I'm... I'm seeing... I'm going out with him.
Right, honey? Hmm.
Dig it... snookums.
Yeah, sure, of course.
- Makes sense. - But you know what?
Kate Mularkey is a stone-cold fox, and she loves mini golf.
Mularkey?
You think she's a fox?
Total hot momma.
And you have an in with the mini golf thing.
Go talk to her.
Cool, maybe.
Go!
- Hey. - Hey.
- Sorry about that. - Don't be.
I love a caper!
How come you don't wanna go out with my man Eugene?
Oh, uh...
He's nice. I just...
Well, I don't... I... I don't date.
That's why AV Club is a drag.
My brother tried to tell me. Band... He said join band.
Oh.
So who's in?
I am.
Connor, what are you doing?
- Uh... - Give me that bottle.
♪ Yeah! Hey, hey! ♪
Eugene, fire up the projector.
Okay.
♪ If you want it, baby, get on it ♪
♪ Ah! Whoo! ♪
♪ Come on and get it, baby... ♪
- I'm so excited. - This is so cool.
♪ Get on this ride tonight ♪
- ♪ Why don't you try it? ♪ - ♪ Try it ♪
- ♪ You might like it ♪ - ♪ Like it ♪
♪ Before I change my mind ♪
- ♪ You've been needin' me ♪ - ♪ Needin' ♪
- ♪ You've been beggin' ♪ - ♪ Beggin' ♪
♪ You've been pleadin' ♪
♪ You've been pleadin' For a long, long time... ♪
Your movie is really good.
Are you sure you don't want to go in there and watch it again?
Nah, I think five times is enough.
I like how it was just you eating cereal.
It was a metaphor for capitalism.
I totally got that.
- Yeah? - Mm-hmm.
Most people didn't.
I loved your poem in the school paper,
the... the gardener clipping the weeds.
That was a metaphor!
- For high school. - Yes.
And how they try to break our spirit with conformity.
Exactly.
You're the only one who got that.
You could be a professional writer.
♪ If you want it... ♪
I'm gonna be someday.
♪ Before I blow my mind ♪
Katie bear!
♪ If you want it... ♪
That was insane. So much shopping and so much walking.
It's only three eleven o'clock and I am exhausted.
I have no idea how you handle living like this all the time.
Oh my God, I love it.
The crowds, the noise,
even the smells.
It feeds my senses.
I'm finally in a place filled with people and things that are as intense as I am.
It's so great to see you so happy, Tull. All of your dreams came true.
Thank you.
And I am so happy that all of your dreams have come true, Katie-Kate.
Not all of them. I'm still not a published author.
But the truth is, I love being a wife and a mother.
And not to sound whatever, but I'm good at it.
And it just feels right, right now, you know? I mean, I know that's lame.
It's not lame. It's beautiful.
Except I'm exhausted and bloated.
Probably because of my condition.
God, maybe it's twins. A boy and a girl would be so fun.
Anyway, this pregnant lady's got to pee again.
Well, I know an alleyway.
I'm kidding. My apartment's half a block from here.
I just figured maybe that's how they do it. Cheers.
Some people do.
- Mmm! - It's so good.
So, tonight I thought we could go for a late dinner,
hit a few clubs,
come back, have ice cream in bed,
and talk baby names.
I got my period.
Oh, babe. Oh shit, I'm sorry, honey. Aw.
It's not working, Tul.
Every month I convince myself that I'm finally pregnant,
and then I get my period.
God, I feel like such a failure.
You are not a failure.
You are 33 years old.
There is still lots more time for lots more babies.
Yeah, what if I can't get pregnant again?
Then...
you will be okay.
You will still be a brilliant writer.
You will still be Johnny's wife and Marah's mom.
God, I love that kid.
And my bestest friend in the entire world. It's not such a bad deal, right?
You will get pregnant again.
It's gonna happen. You're gonna have it all.
Truth is, I'm envious of you.
Why?
I'm just...
...so lonely.
I say that I don't need a man who can buy me jewelry,
but that's because I'm afraid I won't meet a man who actually wants to.
Oh, who am I kidding? It's not a man I want. I miss you.
I hate that you are 3,000 miles away. There's no one here who really knows me.
And it's hard.
I know.
I think about you and miss you, like, every single minute of every single day.
It's so damn hard.
I'm sorry you're not pregnant.
Thanks. Me too.
Can we just skip all the clubs tonight and just hang out, the two of us here?
Yes, please.
Do you got any booze in this place?
Uh, who you talking to? Come on, I got the good stuff.
Let's get you drunk.
- I'll be right back. Okay, sweetie? - Yeah.
So, Marah scored a goal. You missed it.
Well, I was told to go and cool off.
Yeah, you were acting like a deranged hockey dad.
That guy's kid tripped Marah. He's lucky I didn't deck him.
Do you hear yourself?
Sure, okay.
Yeah, now I'm the bad guy.
I'm... I'm angry. I'm... I'm out of control.
- Yeah, right now you are. - Okay.
I know you're telling anyone who'll listen that I need a shrink.
Because you do.
You're not acting like yourself.
I don't know what scares me more,
your behavior or the fact that you can't see it.
I do see it, but I'm not going to pay some stranger to try and fix me.
I can work it out on my own.
I think you should probably start looking for your own place.
This isn't good for any of us, especially Marah.
We can tell her together.
No.
Yeah, you're right.
It's not working.
But I'll tell her myself, okay?
Okay.
Hey.
You point scorer.
- I'm sorry I missed it. - It's okay.
Is that the one?
Oh! No, I am not holding that.
- You gotta hold it, Carol. - No.
- Well, I mean... - No.
- Hey, Johnny. Over here. - Hey.
- Hey, Marah. - Hey, Uncle Mutt.
Johnny, do I have to actually touch the fish
in waders that do nothing for my figure?
Well, I'm not sure how we're going to film "Carol tries fish throwing"
if you don't touch the fish, Carol.
You... Oh... Mm-mm.
Don't be scared.
No, I'm not scared. It's merely disgusting.
Okay.
Maybe you could show us how it's done, please, sir.
Thank you.
Bravo! Nice!
He'll do it again!
Sorry about today at the game.
I know, you said that already.
So, your mom and I have been talking.
And we've decided that it's time for me to move out.
But I don't want you to worry. Nothing is gonna change for you.
I mean, I know things have already changed a lot,
and the teenage years can be a time of great change, but...
Um...
- What I'm trying to say is that... - I get it. Whatever. It's fine.
I know I, uh, got a little out of control today at the game,
but I just don't like to see when people hurt you.
Yep, just... Oh. Okay.
That's all right.
You gotta put your back into it, Carol.
Put my back into it?
I'm no longshoreman, Johnny.
- How much longer? - Not too much longer, sweetie, I promise.
Carol? Carol?
Mm-hmm?
Hey, we're all here to watch you throw a fish.
Please, throw a fish.
Okay.
Okay. Okay.
Not long to go now, sweetie.
Marah? Marah?
Marah!
- Marah's gone. Marah! Marah! - Marah!
Marah?
Where are you, sweetie?
Marah?
Marah? Marah? Marah!
Marah.
Marah. Marah!
Sorry, sorry, sorry, I lost my little girl.
Marah! Marah!
Marah?
Oh my gosh. Oh!
Daddy.
Marah.
Oh God. Oh, thank God!
- Dad, what the hell? - I'm so sorry.
I thought I lost you.
I'm so sorry.
- I let you down. - Dad, it's okay. I'm right here.
I'm right here. It's okay.
Night, Mr. Mularkey!
And keep walking.
Well, that's the last of them.
I expect you to have this room spotless in the morning. You hear me?
Sir, yes, sir.
This isn't a joke.
What's your mom gonna say when she hears what you were doing with that boy? Huh?
Eugene is a man.
What?
Go to bed.
Oh, hi, Doug.
- Where's Cloud? - Sleeping.
She invited me to stay over. On the couch, of course.
So, you're just sitting here in the dark eating cookies with your Bible?
Kinda creepy, Donald.
Be of sober mind.
The devil prowls like a lion looking for someone to devour.
Peter 5:8.
Mmm. Remember the part where you're not my dad?
Dennis! It is Dennis, right? Ah! Dennis.
You are woefully bereft of strong male role models.
Is that what you are? Are you a strong male role model?
You need to learn respect for your elders.
Okay. Fuck that. And fuck this.
Wash the filth from your mouth!
Get your fucking hands off my daughter.
This child has been spared the rod.
And get the fuck out of my house.
Out!
I'm sorry, baby. I'm sorry, baby.
I'm sorry!
Good morning. You slept late.
How'd the film festival go last night?
Well, they kept it down at least.
I was out cold by 9:00.
You kids have fun?
Uh...
Yeah, it was okay, I guess.
Speaking of movies, you two are watching The Wizard of Oz tonight, right?
No, no, no. She's, uh, outgrown that.
- Oh. - Well, if it's gonna be on
and you're watching it anyways...
I'll be there, Katie bear... Kath.
I'll be there...
Kate.
I'm gonna go finish my homework.
Bye, Dad. Thanks for the earrings.
All right.
I'll see you later, sweetie.
- Bye. - Bye.
Looks like it went well.
I've been a real dick since I've been back.
- Haven't I? - No.
I mean, it's more I'm worried.
You just seem so tortured.
I think I've been...
...punishing myself
because I went over there without really thinking about what it would mean if I...
I actually...
...thought that I was dead when it happened.
And I must have been delirious or something from the pain, but...
I kept thinking I saw Marah.
In that little red dress she used to wear when she was four.
Carrying a balloon we got once from that farmer's market.
And as I'm lying there bleeding in Iraq,
all I could think about was...
that little girl's gonna get a phone call tomorrow.
And her life will never be the same.
And it's my fault.
Because of my selfishness.
Oh, I let you both down.
That is not how I see it.
I didn't have to go.
I wanted to prove something to myself, or...
I don't know.
But it was selfish as hell.
What happened is not your fault.
It's okay.
No, it's not.
It's not okay.
But you're right.
I need to talk to someone who can help me.
Because Marah deserves better than who I've been lately.
I'm gonna get my own place.
And I'm gonna work on this.
And I'm gonna make it up to both of you.
I swear.
♪ I could never make it in your house ♪
♪ You could never make it in mine ♪
♪ Even if we were both well-meant and ♪
♪ Highborn in another time ♪
♪ Just like a circle 'round the sun ♪
♪ Just like a circle 'round the sun... ♪
Call me as soon as you get home.
I will. But first...
You're Tully fucking Hart,
and you deserve to have someone who loves you and buys you jewelry.
Hmm.
♪ You could never make it in... ♪
Go home.
Fuck Johnny's brains out and make a million babies.
Okay.
- Come on, you're gonna miss your flight. - Yeah.
♪ Just like a circle 'round the sun ♪
♪ I've got my ticket in my hand ♪
♪ And I'm bound for the promised land ♪
♪ Just like a circle 'round the sun ♪
♪ Where my song has just begun... ♪
Hey, where have you been?
Dmitri and I went out for a bite.
Figured you needed the space.
I'm sorry I never mentioned him, kid.
It's a green card marriage. We hang out sometimes.
You know,
I hate the term "daddy issues."
It just... It just sounds so...
Yech!
But the truth is, I have a problem with men.
I think I'm afraid of them.
I know I don't trust them often, with good reason.
But maybe it isn't all their fault.
Maybe it's also me,
not really knowing who I am.
You know exactly who you are.
I am a journalist.
And a damn good one.
So, I have decided what my next project is gonna be.
I'm making a documentary on finding my dad, and I want your help.
What?
No.
- Why not? - Because I can't.
Cloud...
I need this.
My whole life you have always been so weird about him. Why?
I can't do this.
I have to go.
Okay, fine. It's late. Go on up. We'll talk about it tomorrow.
No, not upstairs, Tallulah. I need to go home.
Are you fucking serious?
You're leaving?
Wow, great.
Okay, good, good, go. It is what you're best at.
Just take your fucking patchouli
and your wheatgrass and your secrets and just go.
♪ Just like a circle around the sun ♪
Holy shit.
It's Tully Hart.