One Mississippi

Jesus.

Oh, my God.

Hello? Who's there?

It's just me.

You all right?

Yeah, I... broke a shelf.

Sorry about that, I'll fix it.

What are you even doing down here?

Is that a stun gun flashlight?

It's 3:26 in the morning.

I thought you were an intruder.

Oh, I'm for sure an intruder.

I just need more toilet paper.

Did you look under the sink?

I put in six extra rolls yesterday.

Yeah, I'm aware of that.

Oh.

Look, you can clean

this up in the morning.

I'll do it, rather, you...

You should go back to bed.

Did you put ice on Mom's head?

I suggested it.

She said to stop being such a nerd.

Was there a bump?

Not when I went upstairs.

She said she was fine.

I checked her pupils.

She stayed downstairs?

Yes.

To watch Jimmy Kimmel.

Because he was your friend.

I mean, I met him briefly once at a party.

Well, she thought he was your friend.

She watched him every night.

I went to sleep at 10:00.

It was just a regular night.

"Good night, honey,

I'll just sit down here and bleed to death."

Tig.

I did what I could.

I'm not saying you didn't,

I'm just trying to understand it.

No one understands death.

I... I'm not trying to understand death,

I'm trying to understand her death.

"How was your stay at the hospital?"

"Were you satisfied?"

Or did things not go so well?

Because you died.

That was "Who knew"

from "You won't" because...

I'm wearing some seriously ripped jeans right now.

Good God.

Dude, are you listening?

Yeah, Anja does not get the tone of my show.

She has great taste.

And then she talks.

There's no connection

between the music and what she's saying.

- It's just not my show. - What can I do, man?

You need your personal time.

I'll...

I'll record the story here.

Then I'll send a playlist to go along with it.

- Okay? - Yeah, I guess.

Sure, knock yourself out, dude.

All right, peace out.

"Number two.

During this hospital stay, how often did

doctors and nurses explain things

in a way you could understand?"

I mean, considering you had zero brain activity.

"Number three.

After you left the hospital,

did you go directly to your own home,

to someone else's home, or to another health facility?"

Or did you go directly into the ground

because we couldn't save you?

"Number four.

Do you have any suggestions for improvement?"

Such as...

Should we stop sending questionnaires to dead people?

Now go into "One of us is dead" by the Earlies.

Keep.

How's it going?

Great.

I should have all this wrapped up by the year 3000.

Have you finished going through the jewelry?

Yeah, but I don't wear a lot of jewelry.

Hmm. What about your someday wife?

Do you want the engagement ring?

What about your someday wife? Would Brooke want it?

Oh my gosh, we've only been together six months.

And during that time

I almost died twice, my mother died once,

so it's kind of hard to assess that relationship.

I could never be so casual about living with someone.

Clearly.

'Cause you've never done it.

I cannot get rid of these shirts.

They're just so Mom.

Keep 'em.

I'd never wear any of this,

even if all of my clothes burned in a fire,

and I had to walk around naked.

Charity.

But then we'll never see them again.

Oh, look at that.

Don't you think it's weird that Mom just fell like that?

Why, you think Bill killed her?

If only he had the passion for a crime of passion.

Hey, look,

you're getting molested right now.

Oh, come on, Tig.

What? I was.

At least let me joke about it.

We should just... we should just throw that out.

I'm gonna take this stuff to the car.

- Yeah. - All right?

Just gonna load this in the back.

Great.

Uh, you're running out of room, Tig.

Are you driving back to L.A. by yourself?

No, I'm not driving at all.

Maxine's nephew Scoot wanted a free trip to L.A.

If I would've driven, it would've taken four years

with all my required stops, so...

Look at these giraffes in Tanzania.

Aren't they just magnificent?

Oh, we have got to go there one day.

We never will.

Brooke get home safely?

Yeah, she's probably joyfully irrigating her sinuses right now.

Oh.

No.

How did that even get there?

She was bleeding.

When I found her in the morning.

I thought you said she was bleeding

from her nose and mouth, though.

She was slumped over.

What did she even trip on?

Every night, your mother would cut through the chair

and that lamp, and every night I said,

"go around, you're gonna trip."

I guess you were right.

Well, I wish I weren't.

This time.

Why did she trip that night?

I think we should just throw it away.

No, I want it. It's mine, right?

It's stained.

It's morbid and unsanitary.

I'll clean it.

Even so, I don't want it in this house.

I'll have it shipped to L.A., then.

That would be terribly expensive.

I don't care. I don't want to throw it out.

Then move it to the garage.

And get Remy to help you.

No, I can do it.

Tig!

Tig.

Bugsy.

Are you all right? What happened?

I'm just tired.

What are you doing with a chair out here?

It's her beautiful chair.

Bill wanted the chair in the garage

because it's got my mother's blood on it.

Oh, Miss Caroline.

Miss Caroline.

She was like a sister to me.

She was?

Oh, we told each other everything.

All our secrets.

What secrets?

You know, you know...

nothing much.

Was there anything wrong, or

any reason she might've been

unsteady or upset?

No, I mean, she worried about your cancer,

but you were spared because we prayed.

My mother did not pray.

No, she prayed.

You don't know, when you have kids,

honey, you pray.

I've always wondered,

all the people who pray

that don't get spared,

what do they think?

It's the same God, right?

But he just cares about some people's prayers

and not the others?

Oh, he cares. He's just got another plan.

So why even pray if he already has a plan?

Because he's more likely to take your wishes into consideration

when you communicate with him.