[upbeat rock music]
- * You, into you * [school bell ringing]
- John Brinda. - Here.
- Brodie Beaumont. - Here.
- PJ Carlin. - Present.
- Michael Kalus. - Here.
- Ryan Molina. - Here.
- * All the time *
- [bleep] O'Neill.
* *
[bleep] O'Neill.
* *
[bleep].
Damn it, [bleep], I can see you.
- * And you know I'm here waiting *
* Just to see into you *
* Into you, into you *
- Ruthie?
Ruthie?
Ruthie.
This is so unprofessional.
What would make you think this is okay?
- I understand.
[upbeat percussive music]
* *
- [whistles, popping lips]
Okay.
So half of these are water,
half are vodka, and I definitely mixed them up,
so I have no idea which is which.
- Hey, babe?
- Like, do we try them now so we know which is which?
Or do we just play alcoholic roulette
when we get to the parade? - Okay.
Here's another possibility. - Huh?
- What if we just stay home, cuddle, and watch the news?
- "The news"? - Yeah, you know the news.
Those channels that make me suicidal.
- Uh, you have actively avoided watching any coverage
of the shooter's trial.
And now you want to-- - And maybe that was a mistake.
- [sighs] - Okay, fine.
I don't care what happens to him,
and I have no desire to watch.
I don't want to go because I don't know
if I can see "he who must not be named"
without punching him. - Really?
My trans girlfriend is quoting Harry Potter?
- I'm reclaiming it.
Plus, it seems like something that would piss off Joanne,
and that's a fun bonus.
- Okay, I know you mad at Brodie, but--
- Well, this is all his fault.
- [sighs] - What?
- Ruthie, I am trying so hard to be patient with you.
I really am. But are you fucking kidding me?
This is not a Brodie problem.
This is a you and Brodie problem.
He's a bad influence, yeah, but you lie to me.
You sneak out. You.
You get that, huh?
And if you can't acknowledge that after all of this,
I don't know what we doing here.
- I do get that.
Really.
- Okay.
Now, the kids are at Brenda's.
We have the whole day to ourselves.
Can we please go to this parade and have fun?
Please?
- Of course. - Yaap.
- You're making too big of a deal about this.
- Am I? Or are you delusional?
- Brodie, delusional? - Never.
- Ha ha, you're hilarious.
This is the perfect opportunity for us to hash things out.
Think about it--we'll be on a moving float together.
She can't run away.
- That sounds like a really good idea.
- Thank you.
- Okay, I'm just gonna throw this out there.
Have you ever considered giving Ruthie some space?
- No. I fucked up.
I have to do something about it.
- Sounds like drama.
Maybe I'll skip lunch and go to the parade.
- Wow. Is Noah a little scared?
- I'm not scared.
I just don't know if I want to have lunch with my dad,
I mean, 'cause our shit's complicated,
and that's-- - Scary?
- Shut up.
I mean, he's never even visited me here.
- Well, he's here now, right?
I mean...that's progress.
- [chuckles] I guess?
But, like, what am I gonna do with him, you know?
I made a list of 40 possible things
that we could do after lunch.
40, and 2 of the things listed
are "sports bar" and "bar to watch sports."
I mean... [sighs]
Maybe I'm overthinking it.
- What if I came to lunch? - Instead of my dad?
[gasps] That'd be so much more fun.
- I'm serious. I'd love to meet him.
Also, I mean, after all the amazing things
you've said about him, it's like, how could I not?
- I would love that.
But are you ready for that?
- I grew up in the Beaumont household, okay?
I'm immune to parental intimidation.
Also, I want to figure out your secrets.
You can tell a lot about someone
from meeting their parents. - Mm. Never mind.
Consider yourself uninvited, you little spy.
[sighs] No one I've ever dated has met him.
Well, I'd be honored to be the first.
Also, um, maybe we should think about telling Brodie.
- I mean, not that I'm passing the blame,
but why do these kids have to film every fucking moment
at every fucking party anyways?
Can't they just live in the moment?
Is that too much to fucking ask?
- Maybe we wait to tell Brodie.
- Mm-hmm.
[upbeat music]
* *
[indistinct chatter]
[siren echoing]
[somber music]
[music picks up]
- Oh, okay, so try to throw just one at a time.
And don't lob a bag at anyone's head.
- But what if they deserve it?
- That's a good question.
- It's not a good question.
- I thought it was.
- All right, people, listen,
we're giving good vibes, not concussions.
- Every day the jury takes
is like a slap in our fucking faces.
I swear, if he doesn't get at least a life sentence,
I'm gonna riot. - Yeah?
You gonna flip a cop car?
[chuckles] - Okay, maybe not me.
But I am gonna watch the news coverage
of a Cane's getting looted with glee.
How are they still talking? What is there to talk about?
- I have no idea-- - Ugh, and that interview
last night with the shooter's cousin--
"You know, he was always such a sweet guy."
Really, bitch? Always?
'Cause I can think of a moment
where he wasn't that fucking sweet.
- Babe, I think maybe
you should take a break from watching.
- Not gonna happen.
But you can punish me for it later.
- What a sweetheart.
But I told you I have to work tonight.
- Yeah, you do have to work tonight...
on this ass. Tshh.
[upbeat music]
* *
- [laughs] Okay! Okay! - Okay.
- You look amazing. - Thank you. You too.
- I'm sorry, but a fucking soy latte?
The order of acceptable coffee milks is oat, almond,
skim, 2%, whole, then soy.
Soy fucks up my T levels.
Bitch.
- I think this bitch may be a literal demon.
- I know, but floats are expensive,
and Babyl-Strong put up some of the money.
- Why are we here?
- 'Cause we're trying to give back some hope
to our community.
- Oh.
- What? Is that dumb?
- [chuckles] Nah.
I was just expecting some bitchy aside
about enemas or some shit.
- We still got time for that. - You nasty.
- Brodie, I am so glad we're double-teaming this.
We should...do that more often.
- Now I feel unclean.
Hold up, wait a minute.
Your little float need Bussey in it.
* *
[school bell rings, indistinct chatter]
- Do you really need to do that?
- Study? Yes. - You have, like, a 4.2 GPA.
I'm pretty sure you don't need to cram for a Beowulf quiz.
- You've met my parents.
- Brenda's fine. She just-- - Married Winston.
- Okay, well, that's a good argument.
You know what else is a good argument?
[upbeat music]
* *
[school bell rings]
- Get to class, boys.
* *
- There will be no grinding,
no drinking, no hanky-panky of any kind.
And you are responsible
for the behavior of your dates.
So I want you to think carefully
about the character of any girl
you would bring to our school.
- Uh, question.
Does this also apply to any boys we might bring?
[students chuckle] - Cut it out, [bleep].
This is a Catholic dance at a Catholic school.
There will be Catholic expectations.
- Huh, got it. No boys. - Exactly.
- Just little boys.
[students chuckle] - Okay, okay.
Look, I like jokes, too, but that's enough.
I don't want to JUG anybody.
- Uh, question.
Do these rules still apply to Father Tim?
And if so, has anyone seen him since he was transferred
to a different Catholic school in the middle of the night?
[students chuckle]
- Very funny.
You know what else is funny, Mr. O'Neill?
You're out of uniform.
- No, I'm not.
Do you think I'd be wearing a blazer if I didn't have to?
- Where's your tie?
[students chuckle]
Put it on correctly and have a seat.
- Uh, the handbook doesn't say where I have to wear my tie,
just that I have to wear it.
- I'm not kidding, [bleep]. Put it on right.
[students whispering]
- No.
I-I don't...
No.
- Do you want me to JUG you?
- Not really, but it feels like you're making
a big fucking deal about a tie.
- That's it. Bring me your JUG card.
Now put it on correctly,
or you're going to Mr. Jameson's office, now.
[soft music]
* *
- You okay?
What was that about?
- Okay, are there any questions before we take the quiz?
- Yeah, I've got one.
Don't you think calling detentions "Justice Under God"
is a little gay?
I mean, being overdramatic is usually our thing.
[dramatic music]
* *
[indistinct chatter]
- Oh, my God, you missed JCJ almost murder his assistant
over some very weird and specific dairy opinions.
- Yeah, well, it's probably a pretty stressful day.
- [laughs] Wow, that must've been embarrassing for you, huh?
[excited chatter]
* *
- I think he's gonna like this place.
- [sighs] That's cute that you think that.
- Hear me out. It's close to the parade.
- He'll hate that it's close to the parade.
- Okay, then why'd you pick it, then?
We could've gone somewhere on the other side of town.
- Then he would hate that we weren't near the parade.
- Oh.
He sounds fun.
- I'm sorry.
It's a bad habit.
He's okay.
Uh, you know, the first couple days will be a journey,
but, uh, he'll soften up.
I mean, he came. - Yeah.
- I understand you want contingencies.
Okay, well, here's a contingency.
I'll let you call me again contingent on the fact
that you don't waste my time.
I'm walking into a meeting.
[sighs]
What's good here?
[upbeat music]
- Whoo-hoo! Yeah, I want them beads!
* *
[crowd cheering]
- Whoo! [both giggling]
* *
- I saw them. - Ain't nobody saw.
- I don't understand how we having this conversion.
- Also, Bussey, I saw you literally beat a man to death.
- That motherfucker had it coming.
- Brodie, come over here and be on my side.
- Uh, your side of what now?
- Can you pay attention to the rest of the world?
The trial, bitch.
- Oh, not interested.
- Okay, so the man who shot you is on trial,
and you don't care-- how is that possible?
- I don't know. I guess I got my fill the first time.
- That's fucking insane to me. - Okay, calm down.
He can have his opinion, no matter how wrong he is.
- Thank you.
- And you can have yours, no matter how wrong you are.
- Thank you.
- [scoffs] Look, I just think
the motherfucker needs the death penalty.
- Now, I don't think I deserve all that.
- I can't be the only person
who thinks he should get the chair.
- Baby, I don't think they do the chair no more.
Lock his ass up, throw away the key, yes.
- Why do we protest the prison industrial complex,
but once we the victim, suddenly we all for it?
[jazzy marching band music playing]
All right, yeah, fuck that dude.
Throw away the key. - Hear-motherfuckin'-hear.
- I mean, I'm definitely on team fuck him,
but life in prison
seems like a decent punishment
for being a violent, murderous, homophobic shit stain.
- Yeah, well, you weren't there, so...
- Shit, babe, I'm sorry.
You're right.
- It's okay.
Just know that while I'm paying you,
I'm always right.
- Did y'all read that manifesto somebody leaked on Reddit?
- What, he not a fan of the gays?
- Girl, at one point, this motherfucker said,
"I hate to say it,
but these faggots are destroying our culture."
And I'm like, "Really, bitch? Do you hate to say it?"
You wrote 20 pages.
Seems like your ass loves to say it.
* *
- Hey.
[parade sounds muffled]
- Wow.
So this is where they keep all the candy and beads.
- Yeah, we can pretend you want the tour,
or we could just...
* *
both: * Whoa, I never meant to brag *
* But I got him where I want him now *
* Whoa, it was never my intention to brag *
* To steal it all away from you now *
* But, God, does it feel so good *
* 'Cause I got him where I want him now *
* And if you could, then you know you would *
* 'Cause, God, it just feels so *
- * It just feels so good * [knocking at door]
* Second chances, they don't-- *
- Okay, boys, put away the "Playboys."
- [chuckles] Yes, sir, they're all gone.
- Brodie, I saw your biology midterm.
- I got an A-minus.
- Which is not good enough if your goals are what they are.
If you want to get into a med school that matters,
you really need to make yourself stand out.
- Yes, sir, but I really--
- I know you're not talking back to me right now.
- No, sir. Sorry.
- All right, boys, it's late. Lights out.
[both sigh]
- I fucking hate that guy.
You okay?
- [sighs]
Do you want me to be honest or pretend you're someone else?
- I'm sorry.
Hey, if it's any consolation,
the rich white guy always loses in the end.
- [scoffs] - Oh, shit, is that not right?
[laughs]
[soft music]
* *
How do he and Brenda not know you're gay?
- Denial is one hell of a drug.
[chuckles]
- Do you think...
I don't know.
Maybe you should tell them.
- [groans] - Hey, at least Brenda.
She doesn't seem to mind all this gay.
- She's, like...
like, an "I have friends who are gay" person.
* *
It's different when it's your kid.
* *
- Yeah.
* *
- You know what?
You're right. - I am?
- Yeah.
Like, what the fuck am I doing?
I'm stressed all the time.
I let them dictate my whole life.
I got to stop living in fear.
- Oh, my God, who is she? Where did she come from?
- Okay, okay!
Look, look, look, I don't--
I don't know how I should do it,
but it's got to be big.
* *
Let's go to the dance together.
We'll--we'll wear matching suits.
We'll make out on the dance floor
and watch Father Antonelli's head explode.
- Oh, my God, fuck that homophobe.
- It'll be worth all the JUGs. - Oh, my God. I love it!
Yeah. Yes!
[both laughing] - Ohh...
- Wait, so are you gonna stop being a psycho
about schoolwork you hate but pretend to love?
- Okay, well, let's not get crazy.
That one may take a while. [both laugh]
[grunts] I still have work to do.
* *
I love you.
You know that, right?
* *
- I do. - [giggles]
- I love you, too.
* *
[both chuckle]
- Okay.
To being who you really are no matter what.
Hey. [chuckles]
[bleep], you there? - Yeah. Whoa.
Sorry, zoned out there.
To being who we really are.
* *
[jazzy marching band music playing]
* *
- Excuse me.
Excuse me. There she is.
You okay?
- Yeah.
Brodie just won't leave me...
Ugh.
Honestly, I just want to--
[sighs deeply]
I'm fine.
- I get that it's weird,
but, you know, you can talk to me.
- Oh, really?
I don't even think I should be seen with you, let alone talk.
- [chuckles]
Nice.
You and Brodie really know how to make a girl feel special.
- No, I'm--I'm sorry. I just meant because--
- Whatever. Whatever.
* *
What?
- I like your skirt.
- Thanks.
- You know, you can talk to me about...
Whatever...
if you want.
* *
Hey, be careful.
- Careful of what?
Someone who actually wants to be seen with me?
Yeah, I'm good.
Happy Mardi Gras.
Oh, you got any extras?
- Whatever. I think you should be proud of yourself.
- [sighs] For what?
Turning Mingus into a fuckboy?
Or alienating my best friend?
- Bitch, I was talking about the damn float.
What happened to bringing hope back to the community
and all this shit?
[dramatic music]
* *
- Hey. Sorry I'm late.
- Hey.
- I thought Julian was coming.
- Oh, yeah, he said he had to go to the bathroom.
- So is this the... - Okay, yes.
Look, I know it's a lot, but I think it'll be perfect
for Operation Faggotry.
I might need to get better at naming operations.
[chuckles]
You okay?
- Oh, yeah. Sorry.
- Okay, so I was thinking that--
- We need to break up.
- What?
- I've been thinking about it a lot, and, um...
- You have?
When? - A lot, like, all the time.
And it's the only thing to do, so...
yeah, we should do that.
We should break up.
- We just said we loved each other.
Like, like, is--is this because I'm not out yet?
Because I can-- I can call my parents right now
and come out to them if that's what you want.
Just tell me what you want, [bleep], please--
- Don't! Just--
I don't know what I want
or why things are the way they are
or if I'm just losing my mind.
But I feel guilty and sad, and I want us to be friends.
And I know that's fucked up to say,
and I don't want to be fucked up to you, but...
I don't know how to be...
or--or who to be.
Or, um...
Um...
I-I just--I can't.
- [bleep]!
[moody music]
* *
[jazzy marching band music playing]
* *
- Look, I know I'm not your favorite person,
but she won't even talk to me.
I fucked up.
* *
What if I go to her disciplinary hearing?
I can explain the whole thing and tell them it was my fault.
- The hearing was yesterday, Brodie.
[dramatic music]
* *
[Kevin Devine's "Letting a Good One Go"]
* *
- * I think I thought so much *
* About losing you *
* *
* That I never really had you *
* *
[music softens through headphones]
* You spend so much time *
* When you think you've got all the time *
* In the world *
* *
* You're letting a good one go *
* *
[crowd cheering, whistling]
- What ever happened to that, uh, med school buddy?
I never got to meet him.
- Well, unlike my med school boyfriend,
Julian is there for me and cares about me.
- Also, um, he dropped out of med school, just FYI.
- What do you do, Julian?
- Um, I actually just applied
to this flight attendant program.
- Sounds great.
- What about the partner track? How's that treating you?
- It's great.
- Good.
Well, at least you're going somewhere.
That's good. Uh, I'm happy for you.
- Thanks, Papi.
Um, so I was thinking
we could maybe see some live music tonight--
- Noah, you know, I was thinking
about what I faced when I came to this country
with nothing but the shoes on my feet--
which I stole from my cousin, by the way.
And now look at your old man.
I'm speaking at the biggest realtor's conference
in the country.
That's the kind of success I want for you.
- You didn't say anything about a conference.
- [laughing] Well, of course I did.
That's why I'm in New Orleans.
Anyway, I'm glad I got a chance to see it.
I do hope you, uh, fly to Detroit soon
because it'd be great to have you at home.
- Yeah, I will do that.
- Julian. - I'd love to come to Detroit.
- Uh, it was nice to meet you.
- [sighs deeply]
[upbeat music]
* *
- I just don't understand why I'm the asshole here.
Why? Because I want justice?
- Babe, it's okay for you to feel however you want.
- Yeah, I know that. Thank you, Dr. Ali.
- [scoffs] Okay. Just trying to help.
- Mm.
Honestly, if you want to help...
you can blow my back out later.
- I have work later, remember? I have a client.
But tomorrow I will do whatever my baby needs.
- Mm. I don't understand why you still do that.
- That, meaning my job?
- Yeah, seeing other clients.
- Well, honey, I care about you,
but I need to make money, too.
- What happened to the money I gave you at the crip rave?
Is that not enough to buy me, like, any exclusivity?
- Babe--
- No, tell me how much money you need
to fuck the unlovable asshole. - Look...
I'm a fucking person, not just a dick on legs.
I didn't take the money.
I put the money back at the crip rave.
I thought we could have a relationship,
but you're not really relationship material, are you?
- [scoffs] Wow.
How the hell was I supposed to know we were in a relationship?
- You never listen.
I told you I care about you.
What do I have to say for you to get it
through your thick skull?
- I don't know.
How about, are you Richard Gere?
'Cause I want you to make
my "Pretty Woman" dreams come true.
- Fuck you.
You know how complicated and fucked up it is
to fall for a client?
I can't do this.
[jazzy marching band music playing]
- Fuck.
* *
[indistinct chatter]
- Girl, I am not having this conversation.
- I just, like, I texted him, and he didn't even answer.
I don't know what-- - Excuse me.
- Oh-- - Uh, okay.
What is happening right now? - Ruthie, I have to fix this.
I was an asshole, and I can't let you lose your job
because of me.
- Do you know something I don't?
- What do you mean?
- I mean, I wasn't fired.
- You weren't? - No.
I mean, I had the hearing. They wanted to fire me.
But I played the trans card.
I played the "hate crime victim" card.
Hell, I played every card I had,
and then I maxed them out.
They put me on leave of absence until the fall.
- Wait, then why are you still mad at me?
- [scoffs] Really?
[laughs]
Do--do you really not get this?
- I mean, things aren't great, but they seem to be okay.
- Okay?
You don't care who you hurt.
You just steamroll everyone, me included,
time and time again.
Brodie...
you dragged me to Babylon that night.
And I missed one of the most important moments
of my life, okay?
I can't get that back.
- Okay, but how could I have known any of that was--
- Well, no. Of course you couldn't know.
To know, you need to actually think about other people.
- Okay.
You're right. That's--that's totally true.
- Okay, no. Ew. Don't do that.
Okay, self--self-awareness about bad behavior
doesn't make it not bad behavior.
- Look, fuck this.
You're so full of shit.
- Yeah, and there's the real fucking Brodie.
- No, I'm serious.
Like, what the hell are you talking about?
- I'm talking about how you're a selfish,
self-destructive narcissist
with an unending need for validation
that lives somewhere near
where a normal person's heart should be.
You never show up for me, Brodie.
- Bullshit. I've shown up for you.
You know I've shown up for you. - Do I know that?
Do I know that? - You know what? Fuck you.
Like, am I selfish?
Am I self-destructive? - Yeah.
- Yeah, sure, but so are you.
You know, I actually don't remember forcing you
to do anything.
Did I make you drink with your student?
Did I make you sneak out of the house that night
to go to Babylon?
I mean, Jesus Christ, stop yelling at me
for all the things you hate about yourself
and your own fucking regrets, [bleep]!
[dramatic music]
Ruthie...
I am so-- - Wow.
- No, that slipped out, and, um,
I've known you since... - Yeah.
- And I-- - You know what?
* *
You're right.
I am selfish.
I am self-destructive.
But six months ago,
I was in a relationship with someone I loved.
I was about to have babies.
I had a job that I loved and that loved me.
I was happy.
And then you showed up.
The best version of me
only exists when you're not here.
And it's not just me.
Other people's lives were better without you, too.
* *
Noah and Daddius were together, by the way.
Noah is in love with him.
Not that you even noticed.
* *
[jazzy marching band music playing]
* *
[knocking at door]
[indistinct speaking on TV]
- Hi.
- You didn't want to go to the dance?
- Yeah.
No.
[chatter continues]
I love when they do "The Real World" marathons.
- Yeah.
You just missed Seattle.
- I love Seattle.
- David is so hot.
- Hawaii's not bad.
Okay, so I know you're going through some things,
and I'm probably the last person you want to talk to...
but I thought maybe you'd want this back.
- Thanks.
- Open it.
[tender music]
* *
You hate it.
- [chuckles]
Do you want me to be honest or pretend you're someone else?
- Honest.
- I don't have to wear it, do I?
- [chuckles softly]
No.
I found that crumpled-up note, and...
it's a symbol.
* *
I see you.
- [crying] Good, 'cause it's an ugly fucking dress.
* *
- You don't have to tell me anything you don't want to.
But I'm here.
I mean, you didn't get very far in your letter
before you bailed, so... - [laughs]
Whew.
I don't even know where to start.
[sighs]
How old are you when you do swimming lessons?
- Four, five.
- Right.
It was during swimming lessons,
and I'd reached that age where my mom thought I was too old
to go into the women's locker room with her...
and that I should go into the men's room by myself.
I cried, just cried.
I couldn't stop.
I remember trying, and I-I couldn't.
My dad thought I was just being a pussy, and--
Yeah, sure, I probably was. [chuckles]
And for a long time, I thought that's what was going on.
But now I know what was going on.
And--and once you see it, you can't unsee it.
* *
I...
I really wanted to go to the dance with you.
I thought it would be so cool to be there for you
for this big coming-out moment.
But I couldn't put on a suit, not even one more time.
- It's okay.
* *
- Have you chosen a name yet?
- Ooh...
[sniffles]
No. [chuckles]
I don't know what I'm doing.
* *
- How about Ruthie?
- [laughs]
Can you imagine?
How dumb would it be if I named myself
after the girl who had her stomach pumped
on "The Real World: Hawaii"?
[laughing]
- Sounds like a premonition.
- Shut up. Mm.
I love you.
- I love you, too.
* *
[crowd cheering]
[Morly's "Wasted"]
- * Ooh, ooh, ooh, ooh *
* *
* Ooh, ooh, ooh, ooh *
* *
* I still run in the dark *
- I'm sorry, but that was... - Yep.
- I just-- I can't believe someone
so thoughtful and empathetic came from him.
- I don't know. He has had a hard life.
- Well, yeah, but-- - And he's trying.
He's never done that before.
- What? Be rude to the waitstaff?
- [sighs]
He asked about me, and he met you.
- That's a pretty low bar, right?
- And one he's literally never cleared until today.
- Well, thank God I came to lunch and charmed him.
- * Oh, you *
- [chuckles]
- * How do I stop *
* The love? *
* *
* You know I learned, I've had... *
- If you're just joining us, the Babylon shooter
has been found guilty on all counts.
Prosecutors will be seeking the death penalty.
- * Just a little more *
* You'd feel it, too *
* *
* But I was just wasted... *
[laughter echoing]
- * I was just wasted *
* On you *
* *
* Ooh *
* *
* Ooh *
* *
* Now I'm so tired of acting tough *
* *
* I want someone who wants my love *
- And now a special report--
the tragic nightclub shooting verdict is in.
After a lengthy deliberation...
- Should we go to the bedroom? - Shut up.
- * Have taught you to *
* But I was just wasted *
* Ooh, wasted *
* I was just wasted *
* On you *
* *
* Wasted on you *
* *
* Wasted *
- Hey, how was the parade?
- How could you? - What do you mean?
- All this time, I felt guilty for how I treated you.
I thought I was the bad guy.
It turns out you're no fucking saint.
- I didn't say I was.
- Were you just not gonna tell me about the two of you?
- [sighs]
Look, however you found out is not how I wanted you to.
But I suppose it's better that you know--
- Yeah, I'm so glad you think this is better.
- Look, we didn't plan on it,
and we wouldn't have jumped in if it wasn't something special,
but what Julian and I have, it is special.
[footsteps]
[dramatic music]
* *
- I was talking about Daddius.
[intense percussive music]
* *