[soft jazz music]
♪ ♪
[bell dings]
♪ ♪
[crickets chirping]
CHILD: Throw it, throw it!
[egg splats]
[laughter]
Throw it!
[bike bell rings]
[distant train horn blares]
- Mrs. Gore, I didn't even--
[hand slams on desk]
- Mrs. Gore, you gave your entire class detention?
- Well, one of them was behind this, I'm sure of it.
- Do you know how many calls I'm fielding?
And it is not like this is the first time
you have done something along these--
- Earl--Mr. Albert--these kids,
like all of us, are a part of a community.
The actions of one affect us all.
[pensive music]
♪ ♪
- Oh, man, look at this. [chuckles]
What's the occasion?
- Since when does a wife need an occasion to cook
her husband's favorite meal?
- Those didn't come from a box.
- No, sir, they did not.
[utensils clinking]
I want to foster another child.
I have so much extra time now that I'm not working anymore.
And it's-- it's always been such
a positive experience in the past.
Christina loves it when we bring children in,
don't you, sweetheart?
- I guess. - Yeah.
[utensil clinking]
- New job's got me working a lot,
traveling more.
Sure it's a good idea?
- We've got so much love to give in this family.
♪ ♪
ALLAN: This is delicious, honey.
David, this is Ms. Betty,
and this is our daughter Christina.
Ladies, this is David.
- Hello, David.
Christina made this for you. Isn't it beautiful?
Do you know what it says?
- "Welcome David."
BETTY: Look at you, what a good reader you are.
David, we are so happy to have you,
and we just want you to feel at home here.
- Yes, ma'am.
- Well, Christina, do you want to show David to his new room?
- Come on. - There you go.
- Thank you.
[gentle music]
♪ ♪
- He's perfect.
[ominous music]
[shower running]
♪ ♪
[acoustic guitar music]
- ♪ I will enter his gates with thanksgiving in my heart ♪
♪ I will enter his courts with praise ♪
♪ I will say this is the day that the Lord has made ♪
♪ I will rejoice for he has made me glad ♪
ALL: ♪ He has made me glad, he has made me glad ♪
♪ I will rejoice for he has made me glad ♪
♪ He has made me glad, he has made me glad ♪
♪ I will rejoice for he has made me glad ♪
BETTY: Bye. CHURCHGOER: Good night.
CHURCHGOER: Candy, oh, my goodness, that was so good.
CANDY: Well, thank you. CHURCHGOER: Just great.
CANDY: Oh, my gosh, y'all. CHURCHGOER: That was!
- Thank you so much, bless y'all.
CHURCHGOER: God bless you. - See you next week, okay?
Hey, um, I won't be long, but don't
get the kids too wound up, okay?
- Who, me? - Yes, you.
Where's my favorite pastor at?
Pick it up, you won't put it down.
You have been warned.
Commander Rodney Landa? Ooh, very commanding.
- Mm-hmm.
[both chuckle]
- All right, come on now.
- What?
- Sweetie...
- Bill and I are getting divorced.
- Jesus...
Did he cheat?
- No.
[laughs]
No, of course not. - Okay.
- It's just...
Over.
I woke up one morning thinking, "Maybe this is it."
Well, not for me.
- You're gonna be fine.
You are fine.
- This is the first time in a while
I'm kinda excited to see what's coming next.
- Yeah, all right.
[gentle music]
♪ ♪
[television playing indistinctly]
[record scratches]
[David Soul's "Don't Give Up On Us" plays]
♪ ♪
DAVID SOUL: ♪ Don't give up on us, baby ♪
[Candy singing along]
♪ Don't make the wrong seem right ♪
♪ The future isn't just one night ♪
♪ ♪
♪ It's written in the moonlight ♪
♪ ♪
♪ And painted on the stars ♪
♪ We can't change ours ♪
♪ ♪
♪ Don't give up on us, baby ♪
♪ We're still worth one more try ♪
♪ I know we put a last one by ♪
♪ ♪
♪ Just for a rainy evening ♪
♪ ♪
♪ When maybe stars are few ♪
♪ Don't give up on us, I know ♪
♪ We can still come through ♪
♪ ♪
♪ I really lost my head last night ♪
♪ You've got a right to start believing ♪
♪ ♪
♪ There's still a little love left ♪
♪ Even so ♪
♪ ♪
♪ Don't give up on us, baby ♪
- Maybe it all ties together.
- Well, would you like a few more maybes?
CANDY: Have you spoken to Bill lately?
PAT: Bill Richardson?
CANDY: No, Ponder.
- I ran into him down McKinney Square last week, why?
- No reason, just wondered why you two don't hang out more.
- Hmm.
Sundays at church, I feel sick enough.
- Well, you could use more friends is all.
- I'm not 11.
I have you.
I have the kids.
That's all the friends I need.
JIM: Do you mind if I finish this sentence?
RICHIE: No, I'm sorry, go ahead.
JIM: I went up to Tooley's office,
and I found his, uh, expense sheet and these.
RICHIE: Glasses?
JIM: Sharp--that's exactly what I thought they were too.
RICHIE: No, no, that's not what I meant.
JIM: Oh, Joe, what--
what was he doing on the freeways,
which he was afraid of...
- Come on, it just started.
RICHIE: Two pair, maybe?
JIM: No, I called Mary.
He only had one pair. No others.
RICHIE: Listen, Mr. Rockford, we're onto something here,
I can feel it.
Joe Tooley was murdered.
[organ music]
♪ ♪
- Top one? - Top.
Oh!
SHERRY: No, when JR said Gary wasn't smart enough
to want anything... - I know!
- Strong enough to ask. Whoo!
SANDRA: And I mean, it's his own brother!
- I know, right?
LINDA: Hey, y'all, I've been thinking about
cutting my hair like Ms. Ellie's.
It's soft but strong, you know?
It's just like a little bit shorter.
CANDY: I love that for you.
Oh, well, hey there, Ms. Betty.
BETTY: Hi, y'all.
So I was thinking it might be fun
to start up a children's choir.
I know my Christina would love it.
And, um, now that we have Davey, you know,
we're fostering a little boy, Davey.
Poor little thing, he is just a sweetheart.
But I thought with all our little ones,
we could put together something really special.
SHERRY: Well, aren't you sweet, Betty?
You--you want to teach children to be louder?
[laughter]
- No, I want to teach them to work together
in harmony towards a common goal.
♪ ♪
- Well, I think it's a wonderful idea, I do.
- I think the kids would enjoy it, and, uh,
it'd be a good way for Davey to make some friends.
So, um, something to think about.
- We sure will!
- See you in there. BETTY: All right.
- Ugh, St. Betty of perpetual distress.
- Ugh, God, you're awful!
- What? I said she was sweet.
- She's just trying to do a good thing.
LINDA: She took in that poor little boy,
isn't that enough good to do?
- Oh, honey, it is a long road to hoe for moral superiority.
She's just trying to make us feel like we don't do enough.
- Well, we don't. You definitely don't.
SHERRY: Speak for yourself.
[indistinct chatter]
- She's running behind.
- Good morning, everybody.
ALL: Good morning.
- Bet you're all wondering why you're seeing
my pretty face up here on a Sunday morning.
[crowd chuckling]
Don't bother ducking, I won't be up here long enough
for the ceiling to come down on me.
[audience laughs]
Thank you. - Oh, boy.
DON: Uh, first off, Jackie's fine, folks.
Uh, she's just taking care of some--some personal issues.
Um...
she and Bill are getting divorced.
PAT: What? - Yeah.
[people murmuring]
[unsettling music]
DON: Yeah, I know.
Well, since there's not gonna be
a proper sermon today, I think we should all go
spend the day doing what-- what makes us happy.
Maybe go see that, uh, Grease again.
That was a hoot and holler!
Ah, but--but it makes you think--it makes you think.
Right from the beginning,
there's two ways of telling every story.
[organ music]
♪ ♪
- Poor Jackie.
- She's fine.
- How do you know? - You knew about this?
- It wasn't mine to tell.
- Is there another woman? - No.
- Another man. - No.
- Divorce, I would never...
- I would have to just leave town!
- They grew apart, okay, it happens.
- Not around here, it doesn't. - Mm-mm.
- Except for her.
CANDY: Hey, y'all!
- People are gonna talk.
- I gotta go. - Okay.
SHERRY: See you next week. - Bye. Bye.
- You coming? - Oh, yeah.
[utensils clinking]
- Mmm.
That was good.
Back later.
BETTY: Where are you going?
- Thursday--volleyball.
- Of course, um, have fun.
ALLAN: Thanks, honey!
CHRISTINA: Bye, Daddy! ALLAN: Bye!
[apprehensive music]
♪ ♪
- There you are. What you doing?
- Becky threw it out the window to see if it could fly.
I told the guys it looks like an owl.
- Well, I'm off to volleyball.
- Oh, I'll round up the munchkins.
CANDY: No, no, no, stay here.
- Oh, no, come on, we love watching you play.
- Well, you do, but the kids just run around like maniacs,
so let's not show everyone what terrible parents we are.
- Okay, you sure? - I mean it, I'm sure--stay.
PAT: Love you. CANDY: Love you!
[disco music]
SINGER: ♪ Jump, jump, jump on it ♪
PLAYER: That's it. Oh, oh, we gotta go for it.
CANDY: Oh, yeah. COACH: Okay, up--good.
Good, Sherry, Candy.
PLAYER: Oh! PLAYER: Oh!
[all cheering]
CANDY: All right, come on. COACH: There you go, over!
PLAYER: Get it, get it, get it! [screams]
PLAYER: Oh, sorry!
CANDY: Shake it off.
All right, team, let's go--whoo!
COACH: Game point, game point!
SINGER: ♪ Jump on it and ride ♪
♪ Jump, jump, jump on it ♪
♪ Jump, jump... ♪
[all cheering]
COACH: All right, okay--okay.
PLAYER: That was hard!
CANDY: Ugh, holy cow, my hamstrings.
ALLAN: Oh, you oughta think about getting
some new shoes, then, with a better grip on 'em.
I was poking around Sears the other day,
and I saw they had the new Winner IIs.
It's good shoe, 33% off, good deal.
Thinking about gettin' 'em myself.
- Oh, yeah? Sounds like a good deal.
ALLAN: [groans] Get some water. Oh...
Good game--good game. PLAYER: Good game, Allan.
PLAYER: Good game.
- Well, looky there, that was fast.
SHERRY: He must have passed Bill in the driveway.
- Well, how long is she supposed
to wait till she can be happy?
- 'Scuse me.
CANDY: Hey, Jackie, who is this fella?
- Hi, I'm Chuck.
- Hey, Candy. Such a pleasure to meet you.
I've heard nothing but nice things.
- Oh, well you haven't heard the full story.
[laughter]
COACH: Come on, Allan.
CANDY: Oh, nice, Allan.
All right, who's there?
[shoes squeaking]
[indistinct shouting]
PLAYER: Oh!
[cheering and clapping]
[quirky music]
♪ ♪
PLAYER: Ooh--ooh! PLAYER: Yes, baby.
COACH: Let's keep it going.
PLAYER: Oh, get it, baby!
COACH: Okay, over--Candy! Up, up!
PLAYER: Oh!
[cheering]
♪ ♪
[gentle music]
♪ ♪
[zipper unfastens]
ALLAN: Come on, Bets.
It's just a few days.
♪ ♪
[engine rumbling]
- Okay, let's go back in.
[utensils clinking]
- Davey! - What?
- I can see you.
- I'm not doing anything.
BETTY: David! - What?
CHRISTINA: It makes him poop real bad.
He can't have people food, right, Mom?
- Yes, that is right.
If you don't want to eat,
you can go to bed without supper.
Is that what you'd like?
- I don't care.
- Excuse me?
Go to your room, please.
[tense music]
♪ ♪
Go!
[knocking at door]
♪ ♪
- [breathing heavily]
[moaning softly]
[pounding on door]
BECKY: Mom, I can't find my new ballet shoes!
Jason, quit it!
JASON: Dad, he's doing it again!
[breathing heavily]
[knocking at door]
PAT: Can, Becky says you know where her skate key is.
- It's in the jar with the spare change.
PAT: Rabbits are crappin' on the walk again,
but I hosed it off.
That's why my shoes are in the garage.
♪ ♪
- [sighs]
[line trilling]
RECEPTIONIST: Doubletree Hotel, Minneapolis,
how can I help you?
- Yes, good evening, may I have Allan Gore's room, please?
RECEPTIONIST: One moment please, let me connect you.
[soft jazz music playing]
- Honey, I can't just leave early because you had--
I know, I--
okay?
Of course.
I love you.
I didn't whisper it.
Honey, there's nobody here!
I-I love you!
Okay?
Yeah.
I'll be home soon.
Okay, bye now.
[TV clicks on]
PERSON: Named a perfume after me.
PERSON: Yes, a lady friend of mine
uses one of your perfumes, very persuasive.
[phone clicks] [dial tone humming]
PERSON: We have to talk about Julie, don't we?
PERSON: Yes we do, sorry.
PERSON: I want to know more about the circumstances
that caused her death.
[upbeat disco music]
SINGER: ♪ Music is fun to me ♪
♪ What about you, whatchu gonna do? ♪
♪ Get up, oh, yeah, yeah ♪
♪ Music is fun to me ♪
♪ What about you, whatchu gonna do? ♪
♪ Get up, oh ♪
CANDY: You're definitely having sex.
- Is that right?
- Yes, I was watching y'all at volleyball.
That was, for sure, two people who are having sex.
- That was two people who had not had sex.
- Oh...
- If we'd played the following night,
it would have been a different story.
- Oh, so that was first time foreplay?
- Mm-hmm. CANDY: Oh, my gosh.
- So how was it? - Yeah.
JACKIE: It was fun.
SHERRY: You can do better than that.
JACKIE: What can I tell you? It was thoroughly enjoyable.
- Oh, that was bad.
- Yeah, it was bad all right. - No.
I hadn't been with anyone but Bill in 11 years.
It was weird.
And then it was sexy.
And then...
A lot of fun. - Yes, ma'am.
[both laugh]
JACKIE: Just seeing a new man undress, ooh!
It was like Christmas.
[all laugh]
- I wish Santa would come to my house.
- Ho, ho, ho!
Is he gonna come down your chimney again?
- Ooh, send him down my chimney.
JACKIE: Stop it! SHERRY: Ho, ho, ho!
- What else? Every detail.
JACKIE: Oh. No. SHERRY: Candy.
- Everything. Start from the beginning.
[children screaming]
BETTY: Settle down, please.
CHRISTINA: Oh, you're dead. DAVEY: You're it.
CHRISTINA: No, you're it.
- Settle down, please!
[children screaming]
[apprehensive music]
♪ ♪
[metallic clanking]
CHRISTINA: Mom?
Mom!
[metallic clanking]
Mom!
[pounding at door]
- I am not coming out until you settle down!
[metallic clanking, children screaming]
♪ ♪
[phone ringing]
CHRISTINA: No, you're it.
I'm gonna get you anyway.
Are you sure?
Then how have you haven't caught me yet?
[clanking and screaming]
BETTY: Stop that, David, stop that!
David--stop--David!
Grow up.
I will hit you.
[eerie music]
[distant train horn blares]
- You threatened to smack him?
- Well, I would never actually hit anyone.
- Course, I know that, Bets, but he doesn't.
BETTY: Well, it was a crisis situation, Allan.
I had to do something, and it worked.
Do you know where he came from?
He needs discipline, he craves it.
Look, I'll make it up to him.
- Larry was pretty miffed that you called again.
- Well, I think Larry should know better
than to send a husband, a father out on the road.
ALLAN: Oh, come on, it was 73 hours, honey.
- You counted? - Hmm?
What? BETTY: You counted.
- Oh... [Betty laughs]
- You try and be so macho,
but I know you hate being away.
Oh--corned beef hash.
Corned beef hash for my best guy.
ALLAN: Yeah, it's good.
Do we have any ketchup?
BETTY: Kids, breakfast!
- I want cereal.
- Your mother made corned beef hash.
BETTY: Now, you need the vitamins.
Just have a little.
Oh, you like the toast, Davey?
That's good.
ALLAN: Thank you, honey.
- So...
somebody has a birthday coming up, right?
How would you like to have a birthday party?
You'd like it--you would?
Okay, well, I reckon it's settled.
We'll have a party--oh, wait.
We might have invitations left over
from Christina's party last year.
- Ketchup? - No, thanks.
- So you can pass them out at school and invite
all your friends, it's gonna be so fun.
Here we go.
Aren't they cute?
[gentle music]
♪ ♪
[Candy sighs]
JACKIE: Stop it.
You're not stopping.
- Oh, well, where am I gonna get my sexy stories from now?
Well, I'm gonna spend all the time I was spending
with you having a wild affair with someone.
JACKIE: Well, that's a terrible idea.
- Why--why should you be allowed to have all the fun?
- First of all, that's not what I did.
I ended a marriage, which was not fun.
And second, infidelities are a real messy place to be.
It's not what you want.
I'm speaking as your pastor now.
- Well, you're not my pastor anymore.
- Honey, I'll always be your pastor.
And you can always call me if you need to talk.
You have my number. - Yeah, okay.
- I don't want to have to add you to the list
of things I gotta worry about right now.
- Oh, I know, I'm sorry.
I'm gonna be fine.
JACKIE: Here. I like my smut to rhyme.
Check out Love and Sleep. [chuckles]
- You know, we should really write one of these together,
you know, something really nasty.
Swarthy young oil rigger just needs to be tamed.
- [giggles]
I'm hugging you, and then I am driving off,
and that's that, mm-kay?
- Okay. JACKIE: Come here.
Okay, honey.
- Don't go.
Okay.
- Bye.
CANDY: Bye.
[melancholy music]
♪ ♪
Oh, Lord.
[sighs]
[marbles clacking]
[plastic toy squeaking]
DAVEY: Ugh.
You're supposed to have more than two players.
Ugh.
BETTY: Pick that up, please.
ALLAN: The Olcotts said their Stuart
never got the invite, just like the Snyders.
BETTY: Davey, did you pass out those invitations like I told you?
- They were for girls.
- That doesn't matter. Did you distribute them?
- Dad, we can drive around and ask some
of the kids, I bet they'd still come.
- No, you will not.
I gave you invitations to give to your friends
for your birthday party.
You didn't do that, did you?
ALLAN: Betty.
BETTY: Actions have consequences, David.
ALLAN: Hey, you didn't follow up with the parents?
He's seven years old.
BETTY: He's eight, and that is old enough to know that people
don't just magically appear at a birthday party.
ALLAN: All right.
DAVEY: I don't like it here.
- Excuse me?
- We can still have fun.
- I wanna leave.
- This is your home,
and in this house, we respect ourselves,
each other, and our possessions.
Now, pick up this mess. - No!
- Pick it up.
- I hate it here.
ALLAN: Hey, cut it out!
DAVEY: I hate it here, and I hate you!
[toy clatters]
[door slams]
- You don't know what it's like.
I'm not the bad guy, Allan.
Who's here to help me?
You're not here half the time.
Our friends? Oh.
One of them has a baby, and there's parties, showers.
I go to every single one of those and just stand
in a room and smile while they ignore me.
But when I wanted to take in this child
that nobody else wanted--nothing.
Not a call, not an offer of help.
♪ ♪
- Betty, you gotta get ahold of yourself.
- I can't handle another person in this house
who doesn't want to be here.
- [exhales]
- "I wist not what, saving one word:
"delight.
"And all her face was honey to my mouth,
"and all her body,
"pasture to mine eyes.
"The long lithe arms and hotter hands than fire,
"quivering flanks,
"hair smelling of the South.
"The bright light feet,
"the splendid supple thighs,
and glittering eyelids of my soul's desire."
What do you think?
- I like it.
- Because it's so...
Bright? - Yeah, mm-hmm.
- I agree. - No.
I liked that it rhymed.
I didn't think it was going to, but then it did.
I like trying to guess what the rhyme's gonna be, so.
This one really threw me for a loop.
- Yeah, she's really good.
- Yeah. - Mm-hmm.
Yeah.
Hmm.
- Okay, I'm gonna get a jog in.
- Okay.
[phone rings]
- Hello?
- So tell me again why I'm not supposed to have an affair.
JACKIE: Candy, because you have a wonderful life
and you don't want to blow it up.
- But I wouldn't.
- That's what they all say.
- It would just be for a little distraction,
some spice, I mean, why not?
- Feelings will happen, they always do.
CANDY: But they don't have to.
JACKIE: I don't know, that's not what I see.
- He just sits here, mouth breathing on the couch.
I mean, don't I deserve more than that?
[car door slams]
[engine turns over]
[melancholy music]
♪ ♪
[garage door clatters]
BETTY: What did they say?
- It's fine.
They said it happens a lot, so...
Bad fit.
- You must think I'm a monster.
- Bets, cut it out.
When someone is troubled, it's hard to take care of them.
You did your best.
BETTY: You're going to volleyball tonight?
ALLAN: I missed one practice already.
You know they count on me.
- Don't go.
- Was Davey sad?
- No, he's gonna be fine, sweetheart.
They're gonna make sure to find just the perfect home for him.
Take care of your mom while I'm at practice.
CHRISTINA: We can watch Mork & Mindy, Mom.
- Oh, nano-nano.
♪ ♪
Service!
[pensive music]
♪ ♪
[cheering]
- No feet, y'all, no feet.
Ugh!
PLAYER: One more.
What'd you say about no feet, Candy?
- Two can be pissed off, so what if you are.
PLAYER: All right, you two, break it up!
PLAYER: Come on!
- You got it. You got it!
♪ ♪
[cheering and clapping]
- Nice!
[engine grinding]
ALLAN: Hey, Candy.
- Please don't say anything or I'm never
gonna get this out.
But I find you
attractive...
and, well, I'd like to have an affair.
Okay, well, good night, Allan.
[car door thumps shut]
[unsettling music]
♪ ♪
DON: Candace, what did you do then?
♪ ♪
- I grabbed the axe.