Big Love

Hello?

What do you think you're doing?

Sleep well?

What time is it?

- 9:00 a.m. - oh crud, I fell asleep.

It was my night, Bill.

I made stuffed cabbage.

- Our dvds came in. - we'll make it up.

We couldn't find you anywhere.

I came this close to calling the hospitals.

- My car's in the driveway. - But you were missing.

It could have been an emergency.

I'm sorry. I'm swamped.

I had three days of work crammed into one night.

I was tired.

Don't take it so personally.

I'm late.

Christmas, Bill, orders in by tomorrow.

- Yeah, I know. - Mr. Henrickson?

Rotary, Keynote and v.A. flag-raising at 6:00 a.m.

- Thanks, Lisa. - It's Leslie.

Oh. Sorry, Leslie.

She'll get better. Bill, christmas.

I know.

C.P.S.C. banned importation of Santas from that Chendouz factory.

- Yeah? - Slave labor or asbestos or mercury,

I don't know.

Tomorrow's the deadline for the alternate source in Malaysia.

Well, go Malaysia.

I looked at those Weber contracts till 2:00 a.m.

I can't wait to be on the other side of this deal.

It's just eating up time I don't have.

Hollis and Selma Greene are very fond of corporate gifting.

Hollis and Selma Greene Are products of a limited gene pool.

They're not so bad,

in an enemy of my enemy is my friend kind of way.

They are all over Roman like an army of fire ants.

You aren't still talking to them, are you?

Well, I got to hang tough till Roman gets rid of them.

Couple more jabs, he won't be able to resist striking back.

We'll have Weber, Greenes will be gone.

We are this close to the promised land.

Hi, hon, I can't talk right now.

I need to ask you something.

Okay, sweetie, make it quick then.

You skipped out on my night.

Honey, let's not make a federal case out of it.

But it was my night that you skipped.

It doesn't mean anything.

It was the second time.

Are you angry with me about something?

No. You're reading too much into it.

You didn't skip Margie's night or Barb's.

I understand, Nicki.

I'm coming home for lunch, we'll talk then.

But I really got to go.

Give me that can, Frank.

I'm hungry, Lois.

Give me back my peas.

Aha ha ho! Looky here.

Delicious!

- Step away from that pot! - Ho-ho-ho!

I'm sure there's more somewhere.

- Oh - Oh

Ho! Gee.

Guess not.

Wonder where all those peas went, Lois?

Kind of ridiculous place to hide money, wouldn't you say?

Appears to me that you've got a bunch of mighty big spenders down

there at that laundromat dump of yours.

Frank, I really must appeal to you as a respected spouse.

I got 22,000 in peas.

You want any of it back,

you bring me something worth more.

I don't have any more.

You're a criminal.

We both know you're not smart enough to be the brain

behind this entire operation.

You're gonna tell me where it came from.

You're gonna get me a piece.

And you are gonna make it snappy.

Last night, sleeping in the basement

wasn't planned.

But I do need a break.

I'm overwhelmed at work.

Pre-christmas orders need to be in,

breaking in a new secretary, employee reviews.

I'm proposing... that I...

take each seventh night off,

for myself, to rest.

And I want to look each of you in the eye

and let you know that there's nothing behind it.

Everything's fine.

I just need a break and...

well, I know you all will support me on this.

Okay?

He just wants a night off.

We get nights off, why shouldn't he?

You don't get it, Margene.

All the demands that Barb places on Bill?

Everything has to be so perfect.

Classic first-wife control freak. What?

I mean, what do you think this is really about?

She's gotten out of hand.

We'll only ever get two nights a week.

I just wish I knew what was behind it.

Did either of you notice anything...

off with him? I mean, before all this?

What do you mean?

Just... anything...

- Marital, or...? - oh. No.

When he works hard, you know, he's...

Hmm.

Monday, tuesday, wednesday, thursday, friday, saturday, seventh night off.

Excuse me.

Barb, I no longer want any nights after Margene.

And that's final. She's the reason.

She exhausts him... with all of her demands.

He's never needed time off for christmas orders before.

I don't buy it.

I'm gonna get to the bottom of this.

You fight the good fight, Barb.

I've been so bad about keeping in contact

- with the folks from the old ward. - Hmm.

- Are you still? - Still bishop.

There was talk of stake president,

but honestly, eh. I'm just an overgrown deacon.

So, Sandy.

Bill's business is growing, so...

Sister Henrickson, your son Ben

came to me twice in the last month.

We were supposed to meet again on sunday,

but he never showed up.

I'm sorry, I didn't know.

It's okay. I don't mind.

Uh, he's looking for some help with some things

he said were hard to talk about here at home.

What was it?

It's not my place to say,

but you and Bill need to ask him about it

as soon as possible.

Barb, I looked up your records to find where you live now.

They indicated you're inactive.

I can't tell you how much that surprised me.

We, um...

We get so busy and the church here just...

- just didn't suit us. - Barb?

I'm thinking we should give Nicki tuesday night.

She needs it.

- Hello. - This is bishop Devery

from our old ward.

This is my neighbor Margie.

I live right next door.

A pleasure to meet you, Margie.

Barb, I'll be back at my house.

Um, I'll talk to Ben.

Bill and I will talk to Ben.

I should get back to dinner now.

Is your family okay, Barb?

Mm-hm. It's fine. We all have our challenges.

Barb, if Bill is unable to righteously lead his son

and this family,

I want you to know you're welcome to return to my ward.

Frank found my peas and cleaned me out.

Okay, what did you tell him?

He won't give 'em back till we give him a cut.

- Of what? - Some of our stash.

What do you--?

There's no "our stash." No, there's your stash,

There's my stash, but...

Did you tell him that there was an "our stash"?

Not yet, but we're partners, Eddie.

So you just give him a cut of yours.

I gave all of mine to Bill!

I mean, this is not a bottomless well, Lois.

Well, what did you give it to Bill for?

It's a business investment. One, may I remind you,

that I gave you a chance to get in on.

Here comes chiquita banana and her cast of thousands.

Well!

Welcome to Lois'.

What kind of business?

I told you gambling machines.

Look, I will take care of you, Lois.

Uh... that machine's busted, senorita.

Use the one at the end.

Look, you tell Bill

- you need your money back. - I don't want it back.

This is the first opportunity I've had in years.

Why do you want to screw this up for me?

I've got seven new machines coming, C.O.D.,

and I need to pay rent A.S.A.P.

Now I'll give you a piece of this.

No way. No, you won't blow this for me.

I'm sorry that Frank took your stash.

Okay? That's between you and Frank.

And you married beneath you!

You married trash.

And we've been paying for it ever since.

You have something you want to tell us?