The Madison

Did they sting you?

Is it bad?

I'm sorry.

People are pretty worried y'all are gonna starve in there.

You put this on top, you make Indian tacos.

You can't call it that. It's racist.

Girls, when someone is trying to help you,

it's not your place to correct him.

Someone should.

What spoiled little bitches we've raised.

They are not your children.

You do not have the right to speak to them that way.

I am not talking about them, I am talking about you!

And your sister. We are not on vacation!

My husband is dead!

Your father is dead!

Build a cabin where the tents are,

and then another one with a kitchen, place to gather.

I want to bury him here.

This is my home now. I die here, too.

Do you know what happened when he died?

The whole family died with him.

Every time you leave town,

these girls invent a crisis, I swear to God.

Well, it's not every time I leave town.

It's every time I go on vacation.

If I was at a shareholder meeting in Boston,

everything would be just fine.

Well, it's not fine, and you're not here.

Wait a minute. Hang on.

- It's snowing. - Snowing?

- In June? - In June.

What do the fish think about that?

Eh, the river's too high to fish anyway.

Well, then why are you...

Oh, no, never mind. I remember.

Cabins don't maintain themselves.

They sure don't.

I can't get you to change the curtains here,

but you'll fly a thousand miles

to re-stain a deck.

Well, you can change the curtains anytime you want.

What you can't get me to do is have an opinion about them.

Yeah, it's difficult to have an argument

when you're proving my point, honey.

I didn't know we were arguing. It's been so pleasant.

Can we get back to the crisis, please?

We can talk about whatever you want.

So, I had lunch with Abigail today.

Oh, using her full name.

Yeah. She informed me that she and Dallas

are getting a divorce.

Well, I'm surprised it lasted as long as it did.

It was doomed from the start.

Well, actually, Dallas was doomed from the start.

Anyone who names their child after a city,

especially a city they've never been to...

You haven't heard the best part.

Dallas is staying in the apartment

and asking for spousal support.

Oh, yeah, well, best of luck with that,

Dallas.

All right, where's Abby staying?

Well, she would like to speak to you about that.

I think it's time

that we let her figure things out for herself.

Honey, I'm afraid that time has passed.

We throw her out to sink or swim,

we're just drowning her kids with her.

I don't know. Just thinking about when we were young and

crammed into a shoebox of an apartment

with no furniture, rationing ramen noodles.

Ah, the good old days.

Yeah, they were. I mean, what would you trade them for?

Apartment with heat might've been nice.

No, I mean it. I mean, if you had had

parents that you could run to every time life got hard,

would you be the man you are today?

Probably not, but Abby isn't a man.

Wh... Whoa, wait, what's that supposed to mean?

Easy, I'm not picking a fight here.

Yeah, well, you let me decide that.

Paige could handle it. She'd find a way.

But Abby just doesn't have it in her, honey. She's a dreamer.

Big dreams with absolutely no drive to see 'em through.

And if we had remained poor, that would not have changed.

So, I don't... What are you saying?

She gets to remain a child for the rest of her life?

She remains our responsibility

because she does not have the belief

to be responsible for herself. She never has.

No, the word you mean is "discipline."

No, honey. I mean "belief." You got to have that first.

How can you have discipline

about realizing a dream

you don't believe you're capable of achieving?

We can love her all we want, honey.

We will never make her love herself.

You are ruining my plan to blame this on us.

Yeah, don't be too hard on her, honey.

She's hard enough on herself, and that's her problem.

She's the only one who can fix it.

That's in... that's incredible.

Sausage or pancakes?

- Both. - Both.

Since when did my girls develop an appetite?

- Do you want breakfast? - What are my options?

Elk sausage or pancakes.

Oh, God.

It's quite the quandary.

Embrace your inner carnivore

or face the gluten monster.

I don't know when you became

Miss Little House on the Prairie,

you juice-fasting fucking hypocrite.

Hey. Are you out of your mind?

Do not talk like that around my girls.

Oh, your girls. Like you own them.

Babe, you got to try this baking soda stuff.

Look at my...

I'm gonna go for a walk.

Take my girls, would you?

Can we go after breakfast?

You can go now.

Come on.

Ooh, I'm in for it now. What are you gonna do, Abby?

Are you gonna bend me over your...

Don't you ever

talk like that around my g... Ah!

Don't you ever fucking touch me!

You girls want to see a tantrum?

'Cause, boy, are you going to.

I can see that we've all

completely forgotten why we're here.

Or maybe it's just that I did such a terrible job

as a mother that I instilled in you

absolutely no love or respect

for each other or for anyone else, for that matter.

This is not your house.

This is my house.

And unlike my other house...

...you make a mess in this one,

you will clean it the fuck up.

Cade? Stacy.

I'm sorry to bother you,

but I need to pick up Paul's truck

at the sheriff's, and, um,

I was wondering...

Are you sure?

Thank you.

I have to say, it is refreshing to see you two

passionate about something, even if it is hating each other.

Now, if I could just get you to show

half this much emotion

over losing your father.

I'll sweep. You want to mop?

Yeah.

Start with the table and dishes?

Everything okay?

No,

Russell, I wouldn't say so.

What happened?

Oh, a lot of emotions, Russell.

They have no idea where to put them.

I'd give them some space

so they don't try to put them on you.

Yes, I've, uh, I've experienced that.

It's not pleasant.

There you go.

Wow.

Right?

A real-life man cave.

How do they get all of this stuff up ladders?

Isn't this cool?

I don't know if we should be up here, girls.

I don't know how stable the floor is.

It's stable enough for a pool table.

- Well... - What's this?

Uh, well, that's, uh, like

an antique computer game, sort of.

From, like, the Old West?

From...

Well, not from the new West, that's for sure.

Thank you.

Hmm. Maybe they should've

beat the shit out of each other years ago.

Abby, I want you to come with me.

Paige, you keep an eye on the girls, a close eye.

Yes, ma'am.

Grab that card your girls made for the neighbors.

Oh, God.

Thank you for doing this.

Of course. Uh, excuse the mess. It's a work truck.

No, we're no stranger to messes.

Then you'll be right at home.

Oh, sorry.

Come on.

Yeah.

- Thank you. - Yeah.

I have something for you from my girls to say thank you.