FRANKIE: (softly) Hi, gorgeous.
- (light music playing) - (ambient nature sounds)
You sleep good?
I know. I know you're hungry.
- You, sweet, sweet girl. - (horse neighing lightly)
(tense music playing)
- (Frankie screaming) - (horse neighing)
- (screaming) - CLARE: Mom!
Mom, stop!
Mom!
(panting)
FRANKIE: Do better, sweet pea.
Do better.
CLARE: Mom!
(panting)
FRANKIE: Do better.
(Clare grunts)
(footsteps approaching)
Do better, sweet pea.
Wha--
(gasping)
(small whimper, heavy breathing)
Oh.
(exhales sharply)
So, morning.
You were yelling.
Oh, I'm sorry. Sorry.
It's, uh--
(softly) I was d--
dreaming about my mom.
I always dream about her.
Did she beat you?
CLARE: Oh, God, no.
No, the opposite.
But you were punching and-- and kicking.
My wife, she was just like that.
(sheets rustling)
(light grunting)
(light music playing)
SAM: Clare, I know you haven't said yes to Sugar,
but here's a letter. Kind of. Sam.
CLARE: "Dear Sugar. What the fuck?
"What the fuck? What the fuck?
"I'm asking this question as it applies to everything every day.
Best, What the Fuck."
(scoffs)
Oh, fuck you. That's not even a fucking question.
(phone chimes)
Oh, Amy.
I did something.
- Why aren't you at work? - CLARE: I couldn't concentrate.
- What's "something"? - Ooh, it's bad.
Okay. Writers' group in ten.
Oh, fuck!
- Okay. Um, last night... - Mm-hmm.
- ...after I left here... - Yeah.
- ...I called an Uber. - Mm-hmm.
There was a driver...
That is very typical of Uber.
- So I went back to his apartment. - AMY: Mm-hmm.
Uh, because he was hot
and I-- I was still pissed at-- at Danny
and the whole "barely a woman" thing.
And I love Beverly...
Hold up. Who's, um, Beverly?
Ah, the woman I've been sleeping with at work.
Uh, her roommate died. There was this whole sepsis thing.
Oh, my God. What is, uh, what's happening?
- Oh, the Uber guy. - AMY: Uh-huh.
Oh, Amy.
Um, we...
Did you fuuuckkk
the Uber driver?
No! No.
There was, like, poking and, like, rooting around.
He was-- He was like a mole just searching by instinct,
just, uh, just hoping for the best. It was--
- He didn't get in there actually. - AMY: Okay.
I don't know why.
It was like the universe
was telling me that even though I had
- no reason not to fuck him... - AMY: Uh-huh.
...I actually didn't want to.
Yeah, but you do have a reason not to fuck this guy.
- Yes. Yes, exactly! - Yes.
We didn't actually do it.
I did-- I didn't do something.
I have nothing to feel bad about.
Okay, great! Then why are you here?
CLARE: I don't know!
I don't know.
Honey!
Can I-- Can I-- Can I-- Can I ask you a question?
Mm-hmm.
- AMY: Beverly... - Mm-hmm.
Sweetie, does she have cancer?
No. She's dying of Alzheimer's. (door opens)
Oh! Okay, good.
TIERRA: (gasps) Oh, my God. Clare!
Oh, puka shells are back.
- CLARE: (softly) Fuck! The writers' group. - Hi!
Hi!
Oh, no! Look at the, uh, timing. Ohhh, that's sad!
- Wait. Wait, wait. You're going? - Yes. Yes.
- We all miss you! - Oh, I know.
- TIERRA: Are you working on anything? - I am.
- But it's so good to see you. Yes. - TIERRA: Oh. I'm so glad.
TIERRA: Well, I wanna read it.
- CLARE: I know. - (Tierra continues talking)
(sighs)
YOUNG LUCAS: Yeah.
Okay. Okay. Bye.
(hangs up telephone)
Who was it?
(Young Lucas sighs)
Dad.
You called him?
She said we could.
He says he's coming.
- It's okay. - No, it's not.
What are you doing?
He's gonna cause a fucking scene.
I won't let him. I won't let anything bad happen.
It already has.
♪
SAM: Clare, to Sugar or not to Sugar?
Just answer the fucking question. Sam.
♪
(Beverly grunts)
(Beverly sighs)
You dropped something.
I'm going to die without owning one pair of decent underwear.
Well, everybody knows that you go commando
when you sleep.
So your... stuff needs to breathe.
BEVERLY: That's what I say!
- It needs to air out. - CLARE: Yes.
- It gets sweaty. - Mm-hmm.
BEVERLY: But my daughter, she's so scared
somebody is going to see it.
Well, if you can't be free when you sleep,
when can you be, right?
Lady, you gotta get me out of here.
I don't wanna stay here!
(Beverly speaking Japanese)
Please.
It's scary.
I know this is
not how you wanted it to be.
I'll talk to your daughter. I'll tell-- I'll tell her.
She's not gonna listen.
Krystal. She never listens.
CLARE: Got it.
I want to go home.
Yeah, we raise our daughters to be fighters.
And if we're lucky,
one day they'll fight for us.
There was a song
that, um...
♪ Paper roses ♪
♪ Oh, how sweet those roses mean ♪
♪ To me ♪
♪ Paper roses ♪
Oh.
YOUNG CLARE: Oh.
I'm sorry for your loss.
Yeah. Thank-- Thank you, Joel.
- Sorry for you too, Lucas. - Yeah, uh...
Uh, where are your parents?
Uh, I'm liaising.
Mom's prepping... your mom.
Uh, and Dad's doing the A/V check.
Okay. Um... this is her dress and her belt and her shoes.
And we want these... in the casket with her.
Just tuck 'em right under her shirt next to her--
her h-- heart.
Joel, are you listening?
(Clare scoffs)
Uh...
There's no underwear in here.
What?
We-- We can't dress your mother without any underwear.
(chuckles) Uh... What the fuck?
Who cares? Stop being a perv.
- I'm not being a perv. - CLARE: Wait, why--
Why would she need underwear
if she's gonna be in a dress?
And she has-- She has a belt.
And she's, um, she's in a coffin.
So she's only gonna be visible from the waist up.
I'm sorry, it's just--
Underwear has to be worn for all open caskets.
Stop talking to me like I'm a fucking stranger!
But it's state regulation... thing.
If-- If underwear is not provided, then
the casket must remain closed.
You spent all of eighth-grade growing skunk
and telling your mom it was special Chinese tea,
and now you're the one who's gonna try to enforce
these invisible fake fucking regulations nobody gives a shit about?
Okay, it's--
It makes no fucking sense
and it's creepy.
But... my mom's doing the dressing
and... she has to see the underwear.
Give him yours.
(scoffs)
We don't have time to drive back. Just give 'em.
(softly) I'm not wearing any.
And, uh, this is the social room,
where we encourage the residents to connect and engage.
MAN: It's nice.
Aah!
We got a real... gas... burning fireplace.
SHAN: Clare?
Uh...
Bev's daughter is here to see you.
- Okay, one sec. - SHAM: Yeah.
Um, if you notice, those are rocks--
If you hear the fire alarm, that's her combusting.
(chuckles) One second, please.
(sighs) Okay.
I'll get you some juice in a moment.
(whispering) What is this about?
Um, she mentioned her mom doesn't have
underwear on in the mornings,
but she does have scratches.
She thinks you have something to do with this.
Well, that is pathological, on her part, so.
Apparently, she has footage.
Footage?
Oh, fuck me!
NEWSCASTER: (on radio) ...moving west to east.
It's gonna elevate our temperatures
a little bit over the next few days.
- We may get-- - (engine turns off)
(singing indistinctly)
(exhaling) Oh fuck.
(humming)
Aah. Mmm. (exhales sharply)
(muffled moaning)
(uneasy music playing)
(muffled giggling)
You go.
Me?
CLARE: Yeah.
Why? You're the girl.
Because you owe me.
Because I can't.
I can't go back in there.
It's okay. I'll do it.
- (bell on door rings) - (indistinct chatter)
CARL: I'm so sorry about your mom.
Thanks, Carl.
(muffled giggling)
- (gasps) Oh, my God! - Mom!
CLARE: Oh, my God!
Okay. All right. Everybody out. Let's go!
Best they had.
Uh, what the fuck is this? You high?
It was what was on the fucking clearance rack,
- okay? - CLARE: This--
Is this what you want?
Is this-- Is this seriously how you wanna bury our dead mother?
I don't wanna be burying our mom.
I don't want any of this to be happening!
I don't wanna be doing this!
And I just-- I just want me and you--
What?
Let's just fucking go.
CLARE: Do your parents know? Should I give 'em a quick call?
- They're not even in the counrty. - RAE: Mom, stop.
- You were having a threesome... - And they support sexual exploration.
- RAE: Mom, stop! - ...in some stranger's bedroom?
You are in so much trouble!
Do you understand how much trouble you're in?
- Can you just-- - Who is that-- Wh-- Uh--
- Well, who is that boy? - Just stop talking!
Is this some sort of pan or
- poly thing? - RAE: You're not even supposed to be here!
Why are you here?
Uh... because I live here.
Because I never should have left.
Because I'm your fucking mother!
Mm. Okay. Well, I wish you weren't.
- What did you say? - I wish you weren't my mom!
CLARE: Wait.
I could die tomorrow!
Do you realize that? I could fucking die tomorrow.
And if I did, you would never forgive yourself.
Because that would be the last thing that you
would have said to me.
- What the fuck you talking about? - Oh, do not say "fuck" to me!
You just said it! You just said it twice!
And you're not the only one that could die tomorrow.
- So could I! - (telephone ringing)
- That is an awful thing to say to me! - RAE: Yeah, it fucking is!
- CLARE: No-- - (door slams)
(telephone continues ringing)
RAE: Hello? Hold on.
It's for you. It's your job.
CLARE: Fuck!
CLARE (on video): ♪ Paper roses... ♪
The police? Was this really necessary?
It was Mrs. Ohashi's daughter. She put in the camera.
We don't film patients. Obviously.
(Clare exhales)
This is all just a big misunderstanding. (scoffing chuckle)
I didn't have anything to do with the underwear.
Or the scratches.
Beverly-- Uh, Mrs. Ohashi,
she claws them off, the-- the underwear.
Because she says that they're itchy.
We can't have another scandal this quarter.
Comforting someone is not a crime! (scoffs)
(indistinct chattering)
Can I grab your ergo chair?
I'm being investigated, not fired.
SHAN: Yet.
Here you go, Joel.
You like it?
You can go dress my dead mother now,
Mister Fucking-Rules-And-Regulations.
(softly) Thank you.
(sniffling)
(somber music playing)
♪
(sniffling)
(sharp exhale, sniffling)
Your mom's being dressed.
- She looks really good, Clare. - (Clare sniffling)
(Joel grunting, moaning)
(laughs) I used to jerk off to you in the tall flags uniform.
- Those fucking white boots-- (moaning) - You're ruining this.
(car door closes)
It's just an administrative leave, uh,
pending, um, an investigation.
DANNY: You're being investigated?
I-- Internally. Just internally.
Okay. None of this is my fault! None of it!
None of this is your fault?
Beverly loved having me there.
The Alzheimer's one?
She just didn't know you're not supposed to
wear underwear to bed!
What?
I-- I--
It's like we were both just helping each other through a tough time.
You know, you keep asking me, "What's the plan?
Alright, what's the plan? What's happening?"
And I'm-- I'm like--
What is happening?
What's happening, Clare? I mean, am I gonna see your--
your mug shot on the eleven-o'clock news?
"Former health care employee charged with elder assault"?
I mean, Jesus! Who are you?
What do you mean, who am I?
Right now, who the fuck are you, Clare?
I don't know!
Danny!
Maybe this is what happens when you get exiled from your own daughter
by the person who is supposed to love, honor, and cherish me!
- I-- - 'Cause I don't feel fucking cherished!
Where's the cherishing?
- Clare-- - CLARE: No!
You don't know what it fucking feels like
to be kicked out of your own fucking home!
I couldn't spend another night on Amy's...
stupid pullout couch.
(mouthing) What?
I didn't have anywhere else to go!
I'm not like you! Danny, I just--
It's you and Rae, that's it. I have nobody else.
- And Lucas. - No, Lucas has me. I don't have him.
I just wanna go home.
I mean, you could put me anywhere.
You can just shove me in a closet, I don't care.
I just wanna go home.
(sniffles) Ugh.
Okay.
Okay?
(Danny sighs)
We can keep going to therapy.
You know, try to--
try to find our way back to a good place.
Great.
Okay, great.
Yeah, great.
I-- I ju-- I wonder, uh, about Mel, but, uh--
What about Mel?
Uh, nothing. Nothing. That's great.
Okay.
- (mouthing) All right. - CLARE: Okay.
Oh, um...
you might wanna change the sheets in our bed.
Rae was having a threesome on it.
DANNY: Wait, what?
Uh, chapel's not open yet. Sorry.
JESS: Hey. How you doing?
- O-kay. Okay. - Yeah.
Uh... um...
Uh, J-- Joel and I went to high school together.
This is Jess.
My, um...
husband.
So I brought the... guest book. What can I do?
Nothing.
(softly) Okay.
♪
(baby crying)
Fuck!
(baby continues crying)
It's okay.
Don't let it stop you. Keep going.
She's okay.
Babies cry.
Don't-- Don't let it stop you.
♪
You hungry? You want something to eat?
He didn't show.
(sniffling)
Dad.
♪
♪ Paper roses ♪
(singing along) ♪ But like a big red rose that's made of paper ♪
♪ There isn't any sweetness in your heart ♪
♪ Paper roses... ♪
Do you remember I used to sing this to you?
- Yeah? - Yeah.
It's gonna be okay.
PHARACIST: Just make sure you take it with something to eat.
(sniffling)
The doctor said a year.
Doctors aren't always right.
PHARMACIST: Frances Pierce?
(Frankie clears throat)
FRANKIE: If they give you any trouble, you just tell them who you are.
Tell them you're my daughter.
♪
CLARE: Dear Sam.
What the fuck? What the fuck?
What the fuck does it take for me to get you an answer?
Since you offered me the column,
I have been wondering who am I to give advice to anyone?
Wondering...
who am I at all?
The question beats in me like a drum:
Who am I? Who am I? Who am I?
How did I get so far from the person I wanted to be?
The writer my mom believed I could be.
LITTLE CLARE: Clare Marie Pierce lives
in the wilds of Fall Creek
with her mom and brother.
She loves reading and writing stories,
- and her dream is - (Clare exhales sharply)
to live in New York and London and Orlando.
She's an accomplished writer.
CLARE: But I do know who I am.
When all else fails and nothing makes sense,
I am always three things.
I am my mother's daughter.
I am my daughter's mother.
And I am an accomplished writer.
Even if I haven't accomplished it yet.
So yes, Sam.
Yes.
Yours,
Sugar.
♪ I thought that you would be a perfect lover ♪
♪ You seemed so full of sweetness at the start ♪
♪ But like a big red rose that's made of paper ♪
♪ There isn't any sweetness in your heart ♪
♪ Paper roses ♪
♪ Oh, how real those roses seem to be ♪
♪ But they're only ♪
♪ Imitation ♪
♪ Like your imitation love for me ♪
CHILD: Best day ever!
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