Huff

Previously on Huff...

Oh, God! My skin's coming off!

No, man. Your skin's just fine. You're a little bit high.

My son wouldn't give anybody drugs.

He's not a drug addict.

Of course he wouldn't. I believe you.

Hey, you! Hey!

Hey! Hey! Hey!

My son is breaking into people's homes, and it's ok with his father.

Exactly how long you've been sitting on that one?

But I like you. Teddy, I do.

Thanks. Me, too.

Really? You like you, too?

What have we here?

It's from the baby's daddy.

Yeah.

You sent me this fabulous crib.

Mommy needs crib.

You're a doll. You're an absolute doll.

Hey, do you, uh, really still do MDMA therapy?

Well, ecstasy, MDMA--

whatever you wanna call it. Yes, I do.

Don't do that. Don't correct me. I fucking hate when you do that.

Don't fucking cut my balls off. I fucking hate when you do that.

What balls? You're afraid to discipline your own son.

I can't fucking talk to you now. I'm going for a walk.

Good. Make it a long one.

Try real hard to be asleep by the time I get back, huh?

He's just so... I don't know. Uh...

demanding.

Oppressively demanding.

And I don't think it's because he feels ignored or needs attention or anything like that.

It's... more desperate than that.

It's... it's like, uh...

if he doesn't know...

absolutely everything there is to know about something,

he's gonna have a meltdown.

And so he asks me the same questions about the same things over and over.

And if I don't give him the answer that he wants,

he will just keep asking me

until I finally tell him what it is that he wants to hear

just so he'll stop asking the fucking question,

or I lose it and start screaming at him to leave me the fuck alone.

It's just... it's fucking exhausting.

Take me back, you fucking asshole!

It never has to be this bad again.

'Cause today is the first day of the rest of your life. Goddamn it.

- Nice pumps, Virginia. Those new? - Fuck her shoes.

No can do. She's a petite. Just got to go with me on this one, buddy.

If you're lucky, you'll never have to do this again.

I'm not doing it at all, man.

I'm not taking you back to that shit-infested cabin in the middle of the desert.

All right, look at me.

You're gonna go in my office, pick up the phone and make the call.

Just like we talked about, ok?

Nice and easy. All right?

Don't look at me like that.

Come on. Shut the door. Here we go, buddy.

Gonna give you a seat right here. Here we go. Here we... no, no.

Mags, you remember young Jake, don't you?

Hey. You got any water?

Good idea. Water for the boy. He's parched. Fiji him up, Mags.

Is this some kind of fucking joke?

You get put on the leave of absence, and this is how you return?

I'm sure Meeks will be thrilled.

I'm just gonna say this once, ok?

Dig deep, don't rush to judgment, and try and summon up a little trust.

If you can't do that, keep your fucking mouth shut or go home.

Ok, buddy, you and me, we're gonna make this call right now.

I can't do it. I'm too scared.

Trust me. I'm scared, too. But, unfortunately,

you're the guy that's got to make the call.

I can't.

Look at me. Look at me in the eye. Take a deep breath. Deep breath.

Feel a pushing on your chest?

Okay, don't let it out. Look at me. Look me in the eye.

You've done shit in your life so much harder than this. You just can't remember right now.

But take my word for it. You can do this,

'cause I'm not gonna let you fuck up anymore, ok?

Ok, here we go.

Let it out. Let it out right now.

Hello.

Hey. Dad?

I ask her a question as simple as "how you doing?" Or "what's going on?"

And she flips out. You know?

You do, honey.

I mean, a while ago, her mom was very sick. She was dying of cancer.

It was truly horrible.

And, uh, in order to be supportive, I stayed out of her way,

'cause she made it quite clear that that's what she wanted.

And then her mom didn't die.

She went into spontaneous remission.

You'd think she'd be thrilled over that. Right? Overjoyed, in fact.

That freaked her out, too. All right. Fair enough.

Now, she needed to understand that, right?

In fact, she went on some big wild-goose chase for Jesus thing. Ok?

But, you know, she sits there crucifying me when I wanna understand something.

And it... I'm just...

it's fucked up. You know? I'm... I'm fucking tired of it.

Are you uncomfortable with Beth being on some kind of spiritual search?

No. Of course not.

Right. You just called it a "wild-goose chase for Jesus."

It's what it represents, honey.

Peace. It represents peace. You remember peace?

Yeah. It's more than that, all right?

First you're gonna go home to be with your mom and dad

because you didn't feel safe with me.

Then you started looking for christianity.

And then, uh... oh, she quit her job.

None of these things on their own are any big deal.

But add 'em all up and they speak to a tremendous unhappiness.

- Is that why you quit your job? - No.

Why did you quit your job?

It seemed stupid.

I'm sorry. She worked like a dog for 5 or 6 years to build up a business,

and then when it's finally taking off, she up and quits one day because it seems stupid?

I changed my mind. What is the big fucking deal?

And she gets very bitchy every time I bring it up.

- "Bitchy"? - Yeah.

So she changed her mind. So what's the big fucking deal for you?

It was just so impulsive. You know? She just threw everything away.

Threw it all away. A party planning business.

I got sick of blowing up everybody else's balloons but my own.

That's a metaphor, by the way,

in case you wanna talk about and understand balloons for 5 hours.

Would you stop with the whistling?

A goddamn headache all day.

Nice to see you, too, Max.

Just let me guess. You're spending your day with that little hottie Alyssa.

Yeah. She made me this. What do you think?

Rock on a string. Wow.

It's jade, man.

I really like this girl a lot.

So you two a couple or something?

Boyfriend and girlfriend and all that?

Uh, I don't know. We haven't gotten that far yet.

I mean, I think so. We just... haven't gotten that far yet.

Have you boned her?

No. I was waiting for the right time.

It's been 3 weeks, Theodoros. Any time is the right time.

Hey, you know what? I'm gonna see her later tonight, so just lay off, ok?

Oh, good god.

You're a virgin.

Hey, fuck you, man. I'm 36 years old. I've had sex.

I had a girlfriend before I got sick. And I've had sex at Woodburn.

Yeah? With who?

This girl Mandy. She was kind of pudgy, but she was cute.

It was the best head in my life.

Sounds hot.

What about you?

Last week. Aurora.

You know that chick on the boardwalk who walks on glass?

No shit. She's pretty.

It wasn't that great, though.

Her feet were all rough and torn up.

I should've worn fucking pantyhose.

I chafed my buttocks.

You wear pantyhose?

Sometimes.

Y eah.

You did not answer his question.

I did answer the question, Beth. You just didn't like the answer.

He asked you to consider, just consider

if maybe it's the shit you do that makes me bitchy.

So I bring out your bitchiness. Is that what you're saying?

I'm ? That's what he said, and you didn't answer his question.

You just evaded it away with all of your tap-dancing bullshit.

Can I ask you how long have you been this angry at me?

Oh, my God. You're doing it right now. Stop shrinking me.

Fucking shrink yourself. Nothing is gonna change until you do.

Oh, Jesus Christ.

I can't even ride down in this fucking elevator with you. Have a nice trip down.

Beth.

It took me a few days and a little bit of legwork,

but I finally found them, believe it or not, in a house way out in the middle of Palmdale.

Christ, Russell.

I'm just glad he's safe and sound.

Well, I wouldn't exactly call it that.

Alan, my actions last week were unforgivable,

and I apologize. I sincerely apologize.

But this isn't just about a lawsuit.

This is also about the health and well-being of a very sick young man.

- I think I'm gonna puke. - Hey, look at me.

Can we discuss this later?

It turns out that Marnie Sams wasn't really quite

the sweet, young, innocent angel that her parents thought she was.

She was a junkie, a meth head.

I ran into a couple of her old tweaking buddies in Inglewood

who are willing to refute the family's claim

that Jake was the first guy that brought her crystal meth.

And I frankly don't think that they're in the mood to have

their daughter's name dragged through the mud right now.

They wanna settle.

I'm confused, ok? What's happening?

Am I gonna be ok?

Well, um, legally, sport, things are looking pretty good.

But on a personal level, I am frankly scared to death for you.

And that actually is one of the reasons why I wanted to ask your father here today

because I'm just very curious to find out if you feel the same way.

What kind of question is that?