The Madison

It's gonna be one of those days, brother.

Yeah!

I could use one.

If you can't walk on Fifth Avenue, where can you walk?

You can't. That's the whole point.

I cannot come up with one

plausible reason why we still live

in that city.

You married a city mouse, honey.

Nobody fishes this stretch of river

that can only be reached by packhorse.

Paul has permission to fly us

into it.

Jesus!

- Fuck, Paul! - Hold on!

Stacy!

Oh. Hello?

Ma'am, your husband was involved in a plane crash.

I'm sorry to say both he and a Paul Clyburn

did not survive the crash. We'd like you to come here

and identify the bodies.

I'm gonna stay here.

Your father kept a journal.

Let's go find this spot.

Can you hear me now?

Preston?

Honey?

Can you hear me?

Sort of.

Preston...

Hold on, I'm hunting higher ground.

You're hunting? What are you hunting?

That should do it.

Ah, there you are.

What is this about hunting?

High ground, and I've found it.

Oh, man.

What's so funny?

It's not funny, it's just, uh...

Here, I'm gonna test my technical prowess.

Mm. Pretty.

Pretty?

What can I say,

honey? I'm-I'm a beach girl.

All right.

What's your favorite thing about the beach?

Well, in what sense?

You know, when you look at it.

Uh...

I think it's the sound, the waves, the...

There's a comfort in the crash.

If that makes any sense.

And the horizon.

You know, something we don't have in the city.

The horizon is a perfect line between sky and water.

Well, this place is the opposite.

The horizon is chaos.

A bunch of jagged teeth eating clouds.

Okay, honey.

What?

If you want to stay longer, stay longer.

You don't have to sell me.

Stay the week.

No, wait, don't stay the week.

Oh, we have the Met Gala on Saturday.

What's the theme?

The Anthology of Fashion.

No, that was last year's theme.

Mm, no.

That was The Lexicon of Fashion.

What's the fucking difference?

Uh, the hors d'oeuvres will be different.

You can come dressed as a fisherman in a tux.

All right. What does this mean for my week?

Can you say goodbye to jagged teeth by Friday?

Goodbye teeth by Friday.

- You got it. - Okay, well,

I'm on my way to have lunch with

a very distressed 36-year-old.

Yeah. Well, the sooner he's out of her life, the better.

They share two children, honey.

Whatever happens,

he's never out of her life. Love you.

Love you, too, sweetheart.

Are those gluten-free?

I don't think there's any gluten in pancakes, honey.

There's nothing but gluten in pancakes.

Mom, I can't eat gluten.

Since when did you develop this allergy I'm unaware of?

They talk about it in school.

- Mm. - Our bodies

aren't designed to digest gluten.

Are these sausages?

Found them in the freezer.

Did you identify

the mystery meat that they're made from?

Do you really want to know?

Fair enough.

Man has been eating bread for about 30,000 years.

And for many cultures, Sumerians,

Egyptians, Romans... pretty much every civilization

in Mesopotamia and Northern Africa...

ate a diet consisting almost entirely of bread.

Unless you were a Bedouin tribesman or

a pharaoh who ate some version of cow or camel.

What our bodies can't tolerate is the bromide and bleach

and all the other garbage companies use to refine it.

But this was milled by some local Mennonites

right here in Montana

without any of that shit.

What's a Sumerian?

- What's a Pharaoh? - What's a Mennonite?

The answer to all of your questions are on Nat Geo.

Has anyone figured out how to use the shower yet?

I'm pretty sure you just turn the faucet handle clockwise

until the water starts coming out.

I'm sorry,

that was, uh, that was flippant

and unnecessary. And it's too early for that.

Make me tea.

Yeah.

- There's coffee. - Coffee wreaks havoc

on my nervous system.

No, I think that's your genetics.

I have the same genetics as you.

I'm going to the bathroom.

Wish me luck.

Let me guess, Russell.

Your mother is the domineering type.

Yeah. She does have

a very strong personality.

Why do you say that?

Just an observation.

Oh.

Jesus.

Ow. Fuck.

Oh, God.

What the...

Okay.

Oh...

Oh.

God.

Oh, my God.

Ow!

What the...

Paige?

Ow!

Ow!

Oh, shit.

- Where is she? - Bathroom.

- What happened? - Honey?

- Mom! - Honey?

Mom!

Did they sting you?

- Mom! - I'm coming in.

What stung her?

- Oh, God. - What?

I-I said there were hornets, right? You heard me.

- Russell! - Oh,

that is not gonna save you.

Oh, God.

Where'd they get you?

It hurts so bad!

Let me see.

Is it bad?

It's not funny!

I know, I know. I'm sorry.

Don't come in!

Look for a medicine kit.

Try and find Benadryl,

Tylenol, and calamine lotion.

Wait, what? What? What's that?

It's for itching. It's a pink bottle.

Pink. Got it. Okay.

You knew. Again!

And you did nothing.

- Nothing! - Hey...

You're toast, dude.

Okay.

Um, Tylenol. Benadryl.

And the pink stuff.

Okay, thank you.

Mm-hmm.

Okay, there, the, uh... ah!

Here.

Put the lotion up in the loft.

Okay, there, there, there. Tylenol.

After you do that,

I recommend you redeem yourself.

Great idea.

Uh...

Now you get rid of them.

It's this cheek.

I don't think I'm gonna make it.

We can do it on the couch.

Ow. Ow.

Yeah! Oh...

Okay.

Die!

Ah, ah, ow. Ow!