♪ Tell me your confessions... ♪
♪ Let me be the ears for ♪
♪ All your sins ♪
♪ Let me take advantage ♪
♪ Of your whims... ♪
♪ My life is no haven ♪
♪ Have a feel ♪
♪ But it's just worth saving... ♪
But as time is ticking down, inmate 573 is running out of options.
Thank you for tuning in to KPOC.
I'm Tully Hart, bringing you the heart of the story.
Good night.
Okay, let's get some first impressions, just off the top of our heads. Go. Yes.
I like her. She seems trustworthy. I like her confidence.
Trustworthy and confident!
I wouldn't trust her to get my coffee.
And don't get me started on her voice.
Her voice, it's so, um...
- Grating? - Screechy.
Shrill. Her voice is shrill.
- And something about her mouth. - Say more.
Well, her... her lips, she uses them so... suggestively.
Is this a newscast or a burlesque show? I can't have my husband watching that.
You know, now that I think about it, she did seem to blink a lot.
I thought she didn't blink enough. It was like a staring contest with the TV.
That frizzy hair?
I mean, Come on, sweetie, use a curling iron.
Tell me, what'd you think of Ms. Hart's sign-off?
"Bringing you the heart of the story."
We get it, you have the word "heart" in your name.
I was afraid of this.
Stan, these people are all over the place.
I mean, I can't simultaneously blink too much and then not enough.
Our ratings have dipped 15%, and we need to know why.
Ratings always slip when we make a change. People like the familiar.
Also, if you hire a focus group, they're gonna criticize.
- I mean, people want to feel useful. - Yeah.
We've never had a woman anchor. I think this is why.
Don't make this a woman thing, Stan.
Jean Enersen is the best anchor in Seattle.
I know Jean Enersen.
I've worked with Jean Enersen.
You are no Jean Enersen.
Okay. So we've done the research. Now, let's use it.
That's what these focus groups are supposed to do, right?
Help us focus on what we can do better.
You have three weeks to get the ratings up.
Or...
I'm gonna be forced to make some changes.
Tul...
That was rough. I am so sorry.
Don't be.
I got this.
I'll just treat it like a story.
Look at it from all sides.
When they're done, I'll study the tape.
I'll stay here all night if I have to.
Okay, and I'll stay too, until...
um, the thing that I have later tonight.
You know, I'll cancel it. This is way more important.
No! Go.
I'm serious. I've got this. Go. Have fun on your thing.
- You two don't have to talk in code. - Hmm?
It's okay if you got a date.
Uh, it's not a problem.
I mean, I'm good with the... so...
I'm glad. Happy... Happy that you're dating!
I'm... I'm so fine with it.
Doesn't have to be awkward. Doesn't have to be awkward.
Okay. Great.
This is so painful.
Literally, your only job is to get us the next filmstrip.
I'm not sure which...
- Oh my God, we're gonna be here all day. - Perfect.
Okay, thank you.
I'm almost done.
Tomorrow we're officially juniors!
This is our year, Mularkey.
- See, we're already famous. - Eugene, what are you doing?
I'm on yearbook this year. Thought I'd get a head start.
Uh, Kate, could I talk to you?
Alone?
Okay.
Hey, so I... I was wondering, I mean,
I... I kind of noticed you kind of stopped talking to me.
Oh, no, I didn't. I mean, um, we're talking right now.
It's just ever since the Fourth of July,
it just feels like you've been avoiding me.
Oh. Uh...
Uh, it just... Is it 'cause you think I'm a bad kisser or...
'Cause if I am, then I... I promise I can get better...
No, no! Uh, you're great, um, at...
- I mean, the kiss... the kiss was great. - Really?
Yeah, um...
No, it's more like...
You know, with... with school starting up tomorrow,
and... and AV club, I just think it's best if we keep this professional.
Uh, professional?
Yeah, like... You know, I wouldn't want our relationship
to interfere with official AV Club business.
Oh.
Yeah, no, I... I mean, yeah, I guess that makes sense.
Yeah.
Uh, thanks.
And that's the last filmstrip.
The AV Club is officially ready for the 1976 fall semester!
What are we gonna do to celebrate? Burger Planet USA?
Ugh, I already work there, hell no.
Oh, guys, check it out.
I was by the gym earlier, and the door for the pool was open.
- We could go for a swim. - Wait, that actually sounds really fun.
There's no lifeguard, guys.
- She's right. We could get in trouble. - Eugene, don't be a wuss.
Last one there's a rotten egg.
- Yeah! Whoo! - Hey! Let's go!
- Are you guys coming? - No. It's stupid.
Yeah, we could get in a lot of trouble, Tul.
Please, by who?
What are they gonna do, suspend us? School hasn't even started yet.
And it's the last day of summer. We deserve to have some fun.
Come on, Mularkey, when have I ever steered you wrong?
I...
Okay. Okay, fine.
- Thank you. - Okay, let's go.
Whoo!
Mularkey, get your ass in here.
Hurry!
Go for it, Wonder Woman!
Okay.
Oh, hey, hey!
Firefly Lane girls forever!
- Over here. - You still drunk?
Are you going to rehab?
Tully, how does it feel to almost kill a teenage girl?
What did you say?
- Over here! - Tell us what happened?
Have you spoken to the girl's family?
Are you setting a good example?
Any comment on the alcohol abuse?
Ms. Hart had no comment for waiting reporters
about her shocking arrest for driving while intoxicated
in which a teen passenger was seriously injured.
Come on, Kate. You're gonna have to pick up sometime.
This is all gonna blow over.
Hey, Sean, um...
Uh, call me when you get this message.
We had a deal, Jim.
You're about to launch the new Tully Hart talk show.
Yeah, well, I have a signed contract that says otherwise.
Margie, please.
I know you're there. Pick up and talk to me.
I understand she was legally drunk, but she's not at fault for the accident.
The driver of the other vehicle has already pled guilty.
Bud, I know you never check your messages,
but if by some chance you get this, please call me back.
The first episode can focus on the dangers of driving under the influence.
I think we can find a win-win.
I'm sorry, the voice mailbox you've dialed is full...
God damn it!
These fucking people.
They're pretty upset, but I think I can talk them into honoring your contract.
If you do the first episode about the accident.
I'm not exploiting this nightmare for personal gain.
Why not? You exploited your nightmare of a childhood for that docu-special,
and that turned out pretty great.
I'm... I'm sorry. That was inappropriate.
I have been in arguing agent mode all day, and I'm... I'm so sorry.
It's fine. I just... I just can't think about a stupid talk show.
Marah is hurt.
I don't know how bad it is.
I need Kate.
I... I just... I... I just need to talk to Kate.
Okay, how can I help?
- Oh, thank God. - Hmm.
I need you.
What should we do about my hair?
That lady called it frizzy.
Your hair is flawless.
Well, I was, you know, thinking about trying some new looks anyway.
Not for them, fuck them, but I could maybe try something new.
Your hair's fine. You're gonna burn down the office trying to please these people.
- So you think my hair is just fine? - Tul! You are better than this.
Do not let these people get into your head.
Okay. Okay.
So, how are things going with the sexy Brit?
Well, tonight's date number four, and, Tul, he's amazing.
I mean, he's kind of like my dream man.
I mean, Johnny was my dream man, but he turned out to be a nightmare.
I mean, I was happy, but there was no future there.
But with Theo, he's got it all.
I mean, he's hot and he's sweet,
and we want all of the same things.
Plus, he has a very sexy accent. Way sexier than Johnny's accent.
Plus, I see a future with him, like, a big one.
And I'm just so happy.
You can't stop thinking about Johnny, can you?
Nope. Can't stop.
I mean, that's not totally true.
When I'm with Theo, I'm having the time of my life.
I really am, but...
when I'm alone...
I knew it. I knew you were thinking about Johnny
as soon as the old personal massager came out.
- Oh God, is it that obvious? - I can read you like a book, Mularkey.
- Plus, I can hear you through the walls. - Oh God.
It's not like I'm not satisfied with Theo.
I'm very satisfied. Like very, very satisfied.
All right. Settle down.
But, somehow, Johnny is still stuck in my head,
and it's giving me all of this doubt, and it's driving me crazy.
I get it, babe.
This focus group is stuck in my head.
They're making me doubt myself.
And I don't doubt.
Okay, they're all assholes. You're perfect just the way you are.
Thank you. Now help me change everything.
Death row activists protest outside Duffy's Prison.
Death row activists protest outside Duffy's Prison,
- raising awareness. - Mm-mm.
They know I'm not southern.
And smile.
Bigger. Just a little bit bigger!
Just a bit more teeth. A little bit more.
More teeth. More teeth.
That's too much. Too much. Sorry.
I've lost the thread.
I don't even know who I am anymore.
Maybe if you have a Pop-Tart, you'll remember.
I've already had four.
God, I admire the hell out of you right now, Tul.
I mean, all the shitty feedback from those stupid focus group assholes,
and you don't get discouraged. You just get more determined.
Your passion and your dedication for this job?
I could never do what you do.
Thanks, Mularkey. I couldn't do it without you.
Seriously.
Do you have time to hear my new sign-off?
- I am all yours until Theo gets here. - Okay.
Okay.
This has been Tully Hart.
- See you later, Seattle. - Hmm.
What? Oh, come on. I thought that was a winner.
I love "Bringing you the heart of the story."
It works because it's you.
You are the best friend a girl could ask for.
I'm Tully Hart.
You've been informed.
I'm Tully Hart. Keep shining, Seattle.
- Hello. Hope I'm not interrupting. - Hey.
Hey, Theo. No, not at all.
- Hi. - Hi.
How about this one?
I'm Tully Hart.
And that's the news.
- Hmm. - Sounds very American. I like it.
- Okay! - What's all this?
Well, I thought we could have a romantic picnic under the stars.
Then back to my place. I rented your favorite, Love Story.
Which I have never seen, but I'm very much looking forward to.
You are a man who knows what Kate Mularkey wants.
Oh, I'm currently studying at the University of Mularkey.
I must admit. I have quite a crush on my professor.
- You sure you don't mind us heading out? - No, go. I will be fine.
You crazy kids have fun.
You know...
we could stay.
Could have the picnic here. You know, in case she needs you.
And if there's a VCR handy, then we can still watch the movie.
- Seriously? - Yeah.
- Wait, you would do that? - Yeah, I just want to be with you.
I don't care where.
Thanks.
Oh!
- Oh, ride me, cowgirl! - In your dreams.
Why is everyone staring at us?
Probably because of our new cowboy boots.
Told you that summer job would be worth it.
Wait, are people laughing at us?
I always feel like people are laughing at me, so I can't really tell.
Where's your lasso, Wonder Woman?
Tully, what did he mean by that?
Nice Underoos! I think I wore those when I was eight!
- Oh, dear God. - What the fuck? Who did this?
Shut up! Just shut up. You're all assholes. This isn't funny.
You two, in my office now.
Yesterday, there was a break-in on campus.
Someone took an unauthorized dip in the pool.
The perpetrators left the area covered in trash,
and I thought, perhaps, you might know something about it.
Principal Miller, we are so...
First of all, nobody broke in. The door was wide open.
So you admit to being there?
Obviously, there's photos, but, I mean, we weren't alone.
There was a bunch of us. Kate and I didn't make the mess.
It... It's true. I never litter. Ever.
Well, unfortunately, there's no evidence to support that story
since you two were the only ones in the photo.
Obviously somebody else was there.
We couldn't have taken that photo ourselves. Duh!
- Tully. - What? It's ridiculous.
There's an assembly in the auditorium today
where you will both give a full apology.
I want an apology from Eugene Bailey. I never said he could take my picture.
What would you expect prancing around half naked in front of boys?
We weren't prancing.
You took off your clothes in front of him. You have no one to blame but yourselves.
I'm not giving a bullshit apology to the school
if Eugene isn't even getting punished at all.
Fine. No apology. You can have a week's detention instead.
And you'll come in Saturday to clean up the girls locker room.
Oh my God, this is so fucked.
Two weeks' detention!
- And Eugene just gets off scot-free? - I don't see him in this photo.
I don't think you know how cameras work.
- Three weeks! - We're really, really sorry. Right, Tully?
- And we should not have been in the pool. - I'm not sorry.
Tully, stop!
You know what? That's not true.
I am sorry.
I'm really sorry...
that Principal Miller's being such an asshole!
- Tully! - That's it.
Forget detention. You're both suspended. And you're out of AV Club.
Perfect. Like we care.
Come on, we don't need to be here anymore because we're suspended.
Well, can we rejoin AV Club next semester?
Get out of my office.
- What the hell was that? - I know. He's such a dick.
No, we could've gotten off with a simple apology.
- I was pissed. - So was I, but you made things worse.
I can explain!
Kate!
Please open the door.
I'm not leaving until you talk to me.
Ugh, finally, thank God.
How is Marah? Is she okay? I've been calling the hospital.
She had a mild concussion.
Two broken ribs.
The surgery on her shoulder went well. She should make a full recovery.
Thankfully.
Where is Kate? I need to explain.
There's nothing to explain. She doesn't want to see you.
Step aside, Johnny. This is between me and Kate.
Letting my 15-year-old daughter go to a frat party?
Driving her home drunk?
That doesn't concern me?
And I can explain all of that.
To Kate.
I need to talk to her.
This isn't about what you need, Tully.
You're not the victim here.
I'm just asking for five minutes.
You need to go.
- She doesn't wanna see you. - Johnny!
Kate!
Come on!
Open the door.
I'm sorry!
Don't!
Love means never having to say you're sorry.
Best line in a movie ever.
Hardly!
Best movie, worst line.
Ugh, you are insane.
You just like it 'cause it justifies the fact that you never ever apologize.
A, that is total bullshit. B, I apologize all the time.
- When? - When I have to.
- Which is when? - When I'm wrong.
- Which is when? - I'll let you know when it happens.
- I rest my case. - Well, I object, Your Honor.
Love does mean never having to say you're sorry.
When you love someone the way Jenny loves the preppy,
then there's nothing they can do that would make you not love them.
- Nothing? - Nothing.
Like me and Kate.
There is nothing she could do that would make me not be her friend.
She fucks up, she doesn't have to apologize.
That's how strong our bond is.
It's the kind of love we should all have, unconditional.
True.
But a sincere apology would be nice every once in a while.
Apologies are overrated.
Their only purpose is to make the apologizer feel better.
I disagree.
Apologies make the aggrieved party feel cared for and understood.
As far as I'm concerned, love means always having to say you're sorry.
- Thank you. - Well, that is depressing as hell.
I guess we'll have to agree to disagree.
I'm gonna head back to work. I'll check back in, say, 45 minutes or so.
Keep having fun, love birds.
You know, it is gonna kill me to be away from this place for six whole weeks.
Well,
nobody told you to run off and galavant across Europe all fall.
Well, I made those plans before we met.
Obviously.
But...
...you know, I was thinking that maybe you might want to come with me.
Hang out in Paris.
Meet my family. Frolic on a topless beach in Greece.
Not at the same time, of course.
Look, I know that it's, you know, a bit soon, but...
Wow.
That actually sounds incredible.
I would love to frolic with you
and meet your family...
It's just, it's such short notice,
and I'm just not so sure I could get that kind of time off work.
Yeah. I understand.
Of course.
Come here.
- Tully is literally just... - She gave me the signal.
- She's not gonna bother us. - Oh.
Plus, when Tully's working, she's very single-minded.
Well...
here's to Tully's dedication.
And with time ticking down,
inmate 573 is running out of options.
And with time ticking down, inmate 57...
And with time ticking down, inmate 573 is running out of options.
This is Tully Hart...
bringing the news...
straight to you.
Oh! Oh, that's good.
This is...
Shit.
This is Tully...
Ugh.
My hair is frizzy.
This is Tully Hart,
bringing the news straight to you.
That's good.
This is Tully... Oh!
...Hart, about to burn the office down with my curling iron.
This is Tully Hart, bringing the news straight to you.
Yeah.
Yeah, that's good.
This is Tully Hart, bringing the news straight to you.
No, that's too much, I don't like that.
I guess burnt coffee's better than no coffee... Holy shit!
Fire!
No! Oh God, Kate! Kate! Oh God!
- Oh my God! What happened? - Oh shit!
- Oh my God! - Where do you keep the fire extinguisher?
Carol used it! The Carol tries firefighting segment!
- Shit! - Call the fire brigade.
Okay, okay!
- Bloody hell! - Oh God!
Should have just apologized.
Fuck that. We didn't do anything wrong.
Well, we weren't supposed to be in the pool.
So what?
What Eugene did to us was way worse.
This whole thing is a fucking injustice.
You better get used to it, ladies.
Women have always been second-class citizens in this country.
We couldn't even pass the ERA.
That is totally it.
I mean, we get our photo taken without our permission,
and somehow we get in trouble?
Because you know who's in charge?
The man.
The fucking man!
Yeah, stupid man.
I'm gonna go get some kindling.
I can't believe that we're out of AV Club.
No more newscast, I just...
I'm really sorry, Tul. I know how much that meant to you.
Please, Mularkey, it's not your fault.
Plus, love means never having to say you're sorry.
Hey!
- Everyone okay? - Yes.
Everyone's good. And on the bright side, I got a date with a fireman for next week.
- This isn't funny. - I'm not kidding.
I just talked to Stan He's on his way here, and he's pissed.
What's he gonna do? Fire me?
- Maybe. - That's insane.
You don't fire your anchor over something like this.
It was an accident.
You're already on his shit list. You're stubborn and obstinate.
I speak my mind, so fucking what?
He would love an excuse to let you go.
If I were you, I'd start groveling the minute he gets here.
Fuck that. I'm not groveling. I didn't do anything wrong.
Okay, well, at least let us do the talking, okay?
What the hell happened?
Okay, so the good news is nobody was injured.
- I started the fire. - What?
I'm sorry. I left some papers on the toaster oven.
Mularkey, stop.
That isn't true. She's covering for me. I did it.
No, Tully is covering for me.
She was working on the focus group stuff, and I invited my boyfriend to hang out.
- This is Theo, by the way. - Hello.
- I... I thought you two were a couple. - We were.
We broke up. Anyway, we just got distracted watching a movie.
This is completely my fault.
- That's not true, though. - Tully, stop it.
I need to take full responsibility for this, okay?
Stan, I am so, so truly sorry.
Are you naked under that blanket?
Uh...
Partially, yes.
Well, I'm sorry too, Mularkey.
Obviously, you're fired.
Of course, I understand.
Stop. This is insane!
She is covering for me.
No one needs to get fired. It was a dumb accident.
Stan it was me. Only me. Tully had nothing to do with it.
She's trying to save my butt, right, Theo?
Actually, it was my fault. I was the one who put the papers on the toaster and...
I've never even met you, Spartacus.
But I'm done with this whole thing. Sorry to lose you, Mularkey.
Stan! This is insane! I'm not gonna let you give up your job for me.
Why?
I mean, at the end of the day, that's what this was, a job.
But for you, this is your career.
Fuck the focus group. You are the next Jean Enersen.
Mularkey, I am so...
Love means never having to say you're sorry.
Shit.
I worked on Stan all night.
He wouldn't budge.
- I'm so sorry. - Eh.
News was never my calling anyway.
It's time to make a change.
I guess I just needed a push.
Can't imagine coming to work and not seeing you, Mularkey.
Yeah.
It's gonna be weird.
Hey.
- You all packed up? - Yep.
I cannot believe I fit my whole life of four years into one tiny box.
Well, I'm gonna take you for a very stiff drink.
And then maybe convince you to reconsider the Europe trip.
Well, my calendar did just open up.
Oh, interesting.
I am gonna handcuff myself to Stan's desk in protest.
Please don't. I'm fine.
Well, then I'm handcuffing you to my desk so you can't leave me.
Mmm.
I'm gonna miss you too.
So much.
- What am I gonna do without you, bitch? - I don't know.
I mean, we do still live together. I guess.
True.
But it's not the same.
Mm-mm.
Uh...
I guess this is goodbye.
Yeah.
- Oh. Yeah. I'm sorry. - It's...
- Bye. - Bye.
Okay.
- Shall we? - Yeah.
- Okay.
- Oh, thank you. - You're welcome.
- Oh, I didn't know you had that. - I know.
Thank you, Phil, for that weather update.
In other news,
construction crews on the I-5 corridor have once again been delayed.
She took the notes.
Made the changes.
And did you hear she's got a new sign-off?
"Bringing the news straight to you."
Kid's finally playing ball.
I like it.
Thank you for tuning in to KPOC.
This is Tully Hart, bringing you the heart of the story.
Good night.
Ugh. Is it just me, or does the detergent make it smell worse?
I'm definitely getting high from the fumes.
What are you doing at school on a Saturday?
I was just using the dark room.
I bet you were.
Some more pervy pictures, huh, Eugene?
No, not... not that.
I had to develop some film for AV Club.
You're the reason we got kicked out of AV Club.
Hope you're happy.
- I'm never happy. - Good. 'Cause you're a jerk.
I heard about the suspension.
Uh...
Kate, could I... or could we talk?
Alone?
Listen, I need you to know I never meant for any of this to happen.
I... I like you, Kate Mularkey.
You know that I do.
So then, what happened?
I just showed the photo to Mike C. He's the one who took it and made copies.
I swear I had nothing to do with it.
But you took the photo.
And then you showed it to Mike C.
And even if you didn't make the copies,
none of this would've happened if you hadn't started it.
- But you were the one who started it. - How?
Dumping me like that for no good reason!
Oh what, so I owe you a photo of me in my underwear?
That's not what I'm saying. You're twisting my words.
The only reason we were all there in the first place
is 'cause Tully made us.
It wasn't even her idea!
And Tully didn't make you do anything. You're the asshole, Eugene.
I'm... I'm not gonna keep begging if you won't listen to reason.
Also, you're a terrible kisser.
Wow, Mularkey, where'd that come from?
I just... I thought about what you'd say, and then I said it.
And it felt pretty good.
Well, duh.
I've got an idea.
♪ I'm sorry... ♪
♪ Two words I always think ♪
♪ After you've gone ♪
♪ When I realize I was acting all wrong... ♪
Kate, it's me.
I don't know if you're even listening to these messages,
but there's just so much I need to explain about what happened.
I know if I could just explain it to you, you would understand.
Just... please.
Please call me back.
♪ We don't need to say goodbye... ♪
♪ We don't need to fight and cry... ♪
♪ Oh we... ♪
♪ We could ♪
♪ Hold each other tight tonight... ♪
"Still in Atlanta. Wish I was there. Keep your head up. Danny."
♪ We're so helpless ♪
♪ We're slaves to our impulses ♪
♪ We're afraid of our emotions... ♪
♪ And no one knows where the shore is... ♪
♪ We're divided by the ocean ♪
♪ And the only thing I know is That the answer isn't for us... ♪
I think this is the longest we've gone without talking since, what?
The '70s?
Please call me back.
♪ Two words I always think... ♪
♪ Oh after you've gone... ♪
Hey. It's me.
I just watched Love Story.
It made me think about all the times we watched it together.
- Remember when... - ♪ We don't need to say goodbye... ♪
Anyway...
Just call me back.
♪ ...Need to fight and cry ♪
♪ And we ♪
♪ We could ♪
♪ We could hold each other tight
♪ Tonight ♪
♪ Tonight... ♪
Oh my God.
♪ Tonight ♪
Hi, Tully.
Oh, Marah.
Sweetheart. Oh my God.
How's your shoulder?
Hurt, but it'll get better.
I actually felt so bad.
She's trying to kiss my ass, but I told her to fuck off.
She is not my friend.
Good for you.
Where's your mom?
She'll be right down.
You can just wait in here. I'll go get her.
Thanks.
Of course.
I love you, Aunt Tully.
I love you too.
Hey, Marah, you want to get a pizza?
Kate.
What the hell are you doing here?
I...
I'm guessing Marah texted me from your phone.
I thought it was you.
I cannot fucking believe this.
I know, but since I'm here, can... can we just talk?
Will you at least acknowledge my existence?
Kate! Please?
Mom, please. Just talk to her, please.
Okay, you want to talk? Let's fucking talk.
All right, let's hear it.
Okay.
Okay. So, I have an explanation for everything.
But tell me what you're most upset about, and I'll start with that.
I'm not gonna do this for you.
Either you have something to say here, or you don't.
I... Okay, I do. I do.
Um...
The frat party.
I thought...
I thought Marah was going to a movie with Ashley.
After I explicitly told you that she was grounded.
Yes.
But...
...you should have seen her face when Ashley invited her.
She lit up like a Christmas tree.
She wanted to go so badly.
She's in love.
And I know what it feels like to have your heart crushed,
and... and it seemed innocent, so...
I just wanted her
to be happy.
You drove drunk with my daughter in your car.
I wasn't drunk.
I wasn't. I...
When she called me from the party, I just acted on instinct.
I could hear how scared she was, and I knew I had to save her.
From the dangerous situation that you put her in.
I thought she was at the movies!
Yet instead, she was getting groped by some drunk frat boy.
But at least you went to pick her up, also drunk.
I... Jesus.
I wasn't drunk.
I had had a couple of drinks.
I... I didn't even feel buzzed.
I just knew I had to go and get her.
You could've called a car service.
You could've called the police. You could've called me. I'm her mother.
But no, you didn't think about that. It's all about you.
Just covering your ass so that I wouldn't find out.
And then Marah is the one who pays the price.
Well, I am paying a price too, Kate.
I am.
My career might be over.
They dropped my new talk show.
My mug shot is everywhere, and no one... no one is acknowledging
that that car accident was not my fault.
But worst of all,
I may have lost my best friend.
And I am completely alone.
The only people who will talk to me are Justine,
because I pay her,
and fucking Cloud.
Yeah, that's on you, Tully.
You push, and you push, and you push people away,
and then when they go, you blame them for leaving.
But I'm done. I am so done bending over backwards
to just clean up all of your messes.
Fuck, I've done it for the last 30 years, and I'm sick of it.
What about everything I've done for you?
I've been your biggest champion.
What about all the jobs I've given you?
You give me jobs because you want me around.
You cannot stand to be alone. You don't care about me.
That isn't true.
You're the only person I care about.
No. The only person you care about is you.
I've known how selfish you were since the very first day I met you.
But I didn't care.
It's the price of being your friend.
I just never thought that price would include my daughter.
Jesus, Kate...
I swear,
I did not mean for this to happen.
I thought I was doing something right. It was... It was an accident!
So what?
So...
So, you're right.
You were right.
About everything. I...
I fucked up.
I really fucked up.
But I will do anything to make it right.
I can't live without you. Please...
Please...
I'm sorry.
I am truly sorry.
I know how hard that must've been for you.
I missed you too.
Every morning when I wake up, I'd pick up the phone to call you.
Me too.
I am not me without you.
But I can't...
I can't forgive you.
God, I want to. So bad.
But whenever I look at you,
all I can think about is getting that call.
Marah in the hospital.
You did that to her.
To me.
To us.
I can't forgive you.
So that's it, then?
Thirty years...
just over?
I'm sorry.