Atypical

- - Stop it!

I knew it was a mistake to go.

We can't stop going places because Sam has tantrums every time he's tired.

Honey, it wasn't a tantrum. It's more than that.

- The pediatrician said he's fine. - I know, but come on.

He's four years old, and four-year-olds have tantrums.

Isn't that right, little dude?

It's okay.

Everything's okay.

Sam, honey.

Sam?

You okay?

It's Monday at four o'clock.

I always see Julia on Monday at four o'clock.

I know you do, but I made you an appointment for tomorrow,

with someone new.

He sounds really cool.

It says on his website that he does karate.

Oh.

In the meantime, you can always talk to your old mom.

Open for business.

We can go out and get ice cream and gab.

- Like we used to when you were little. - No, thank you.

You probably don't know this, but a hole the size of the state of Maine

has been found in the middle of Antarctica.

It's weird that she would write that, isn't it?

It's weird, right?

You wouldn't expect to find a hole in the middle of a continent,

but you'd be wrong.

It's over.

I swear, I... I ended it.

That's nice of you.

Something that seemed so rock-solid, or, I guess, ice-solid...

Don't... Don't touch me.

Okay.

What can I do?

You've already done enough.

And yet, impossible as it sounds...

that's exactly what's happening.

A giant hole.

And while scientists like to think they know something about it, they don't.

No one does.

It's a mystery.

Wow, that's a heck of a fun fact, champ.

I don't think this is going to work out.

His eyebrows were huge.

Like he was an arthropod using them as a tactile sensory appendage.

- God, it must be hilarious being you. - Sometimes.

We'll just find you someone else, someone with more reasonable eyebrows.

- Oh, Casey, good news. - Oh, Elsa, I don't care.

- Why are you calling Mom "Elsa"? - Your Clayton uniform came today.

I hung it in your closet to get rid of that factory smell, but it is adorable.

- It just... It looks smart. -

So, what do you two think of the roast?

Just for fun, I tried a new pre-packaged spice mix.

- Cheater. - Why did you change the spice mix?

Also, Elsa, you carved it weird.

Dad carves it better. When is he coming back?

- Do we call him Doug? - No. We're still Mom and Dad.

Yeah, that's a good question. When is Dad coming home?

Well, he's at Grandpa's building the porch.

So, whenever that's done.

Well, I guess it's good that he's building a home, instead of wrecking one.

- Who wants more carrots? - Hard pass.

I'm going for a run.

I've been thinking about it, and I really want to see Julia again.

I know she hurt my feelings with what she said, but I feel better now.

No, Sam, absolutely not.

- I'm sorry, we'll find you someone, okay? - Okay.

His eyebrows looked pretty normal on the website.

Photoshop, Elsa.

- It won't be long. - Dad.

I told your brother I was going to stay with Grandpa and help him for a few days.

- I don't want to lie to Sam. - I know.

This is...

It's just temporary until we figure this out, okay?

- I'll call you in a little bit. - Okay.

Yeah, that fixes everything.

Maine is so beautiful. It's just like Stephen King described it.

Minus the scary sewer clowns.

Paige, I'd like to discuss the hand job

and its implications for our relationship.

Sam, my Mee-Maw is right there.

- I can't talk about this now. - We have to.

I usually talk about everything with Julia.

You know you are never to speak that name to me.

But since I can't talk to...

that lady anymore and I refuse to go to the guy with the caterpillar eyebrows,

who calls me "champ," even though I'm not a champion of anything.

I don't have anyone to talk to and it's making me a little jumpy.

Look, Sam, I'm... I'm sorry that you're feeling jumpy.

And despite our... truly magical igloo encounter,

we are not boyfriend and girlfriend anymore.

I think we need to spend this time apart thinking about what we want.

And how...

Whatever this thing is between us fits into our lives and futures.

What?

Well, you mentioned the igloo, so now I'm thinking about the hand job again.

Sam, I gotta go.

It's family rap night, and the Hip-Hop Hardaways are performing Hamilton.

I'm playing all three sisters, so it's a lot.

- Okay. - Okay.

So, how are you?

Barely hanging on.

Mmm.

I really think that I've ruined my family forever.

Doug is still gone. He's not responding to me.

And Casey hates my guts even more than usual.

I feel terrible.

Lying to Sam...

I just have no idea how I've messed everything up so badly.

Honey.

I just want to find Sam a good therapist.

- Or girlfriend! - I feel you.

I am so lucky that Kayla is seeing Dr. Brob.

She wrote the book on working with young people on the spectrum.

I mean, literally. I have extra copies in my car.

$17.99 if anyone wants one. Only a dollar more than on Amazon.

- - Why would anyone pay more?

I've heard great things about Dr. Brob,

but she's not taking new clients. I checked.

I wish I could help. The only reason that we could get in is...

- our personal connection. - We know.

- Did I mention... - You did.

- She's my cousin's ex-sister-in-law. - That's pretty distant.

- You're a hoot! - Hoot-hoot.

I can't believe that I decided to do this.

- - I'm so not a private school person.

It just doesn't feel like me.

So what, are you gonna hide in the closet till high school's over?

No. Look.

Hello, it's me, Muffy Fancypants.

- Care for a spot of pâté? - Hey. Muffy's hot.

Yes, I am.

Why was my toothbrush in the top left hole?

Hey, Sam.

Hi, Evan.

It's always in the top right hole, you know that's where it goes,

- but it was in the top left hole. - You're a top left hole.

Did you move it?

- Move what? - My toothbrush.

I can't confirm or deny.

Don't touch my stuff!

- Um... - What?

Maybe you should give your brother a break

considering your family's, you know, exploding.

No. All the autism research shows

that it is crucial to continue to bust balls in a time of crisis.

It's part of his routine.

Hmm.

It's how he knows I care.

Hah.

- You're such a jerk. - Sam, you know I care, right?

- Shut up! - He knows.

You're a jerk.

- We should probably make out now. - Yeah, we probably should.

Hey, you two...

You look... cozy.

Mmm. What?

I'm coming to see if anyone wanted a snack or something to drink.

No, we're good, actually.

Oh, no, that blazer's a little big. You should let me tailor it.

- No thanks. - Take it in a smidge.

- Please don't. - Just a skosh.

Bye, lady.

Yeah, get out of here.

Sorry, sorry.

Did you know there's a giant hole in Antarctica?

Been a big year for ice-related news at the bottom of the world.

Random and possibly a cry for help.

- How's the therapist search going, dude? - Terrible.

Screw it, don't get one.

Lean on your crew, Stu. Me, your dad, your turtle.

Edison's got too much going on now.

New heat lamp, and my dad's been away.

I just need him to come back so everything can go back to normal.

Where's old Dougie?

At my grandpa's cabin, building a dumb porch.

- In the middle of the winter? - I guess.

- Seems like the dumbest possible time. - I wouldn't know, I never built a porch.

I mean, how would you even hold a hammer with mittens on?

Or is Doug a nail gun kind of guy?