Mom

Whoo!

Whoa.

All right.

Stretch it out.

How was your run?

I think it might have been my personal best.

Two miles in...

46 minutes.

You're really committed to this.

Good for you.

Yeah, well, you know how they talk about

that runner's high?

Well, it's real.

It's not great, but it's real.

Nice.

So, listen,

I got a call...

Uh-huh.

About you.

Okay.

You do know we're having a drought.

Yeah, I've chosen not to participate.

So you got a call?

Right.

It was a very surprising call.

Why are you dragging this out?

Because you're in a good mood and I'm gonna miss that.

Who called?

It was a private investigator hired to track you down.

All right, pack your bags. We knew this day would come.

No. No, no, no.

He was hired by...

Your mother.

What?

She wants to meet you.

Huh.

You okay?

Is that a good "huh"?

A bad "huh"?

A shoot the messenger "huh"?

How'd this guy find me?

Um, well,

your recent DUI

seems to be the gift that keeps on giving.

Anyway, your mom lives in San Francisco,

but she'd be willing to drive here if you want to meet her.

Nice to know she gave up her kid but kept the car.

Okay, here's what I want you to do.

I want you to call this detective

and tell him he's got the wrong Bonnie Plunkett.

My mother died stopping terrorists

from blowing up Disneyland.

What?

That's what I decided when I was nine,

and I'm sticking with it.

Okay, I'll call him.

Wait! Stop.

Didn't move.

What is going on here?

Why am I getting so upset about this?

This is just a woman I share DNA with.

I don't know, maybe I should meet her.

Who knows?

Maybe I'll need a kidney or bone marrow someday.

Liver, more likely.

For God's sakes, it's a historic drought!

Nope, not gonna do it.

If I need an organ, I'll get it from you.

My liver might not be an upgrade.

That woman gave me up when I was four years old.

You know what happens to four-year-olds

who get tossed into the system?

They don't get adopted,

especially when they're five feet tall!

Okay, we're walking again.

Hey, how 'bout we go to a meeting?

You go to a meeting. I'm going for a run.

You just did that.

Remember how I used to do blow?

Now I run like that.

So you're not the least bit curious to meet her?

She's not my mother.

This woman is more my mother.

She's fed me more times.

Be nice if you said "please" and "thank you" once in a while.

In her defense, she did give you life.

I disagree.

How do you disagree with that?

I would've gotten here some other way.

Don't you wonder what she wants?

Who cares what she wants?

First she wanted a little girl,

then she didn't want a little girl.

Now she wants a little girl again?

Well, I'm not gonna be her little girl. Not gonna happen.

She thinks she's a little girl?

Bonnie, I know you don't want to hear this,

but seeing her again might be good for you.

It might be healing.

Oh, please. Who am I if I heal?

I want to meet her.

You're kidding, right?

She's my grandmother.

I'd like to know where I come from.

I can't believe you're not on my side with this.

I'm not taking sides.

We have no relatives.

Roscoe had to make a family tree

for school last year.

It had one leaf.

Wouldn't it have four leaves since he has a sibling and...

Trying to make a point, Wendy.

Do what you want.

You're welcome.

Hi.

I'm Christy Plunkett.

Hello, Christy.

It is so nice to meet you.

Well, it's nice to meet you, too.

You are so pretty.

Thank you.

You smell like gingerbread.

That's always how I imagined you'd smell.

You imagined smelling me?

Mostly at Christmas.

I think we have the same nose.

Okay, now, this is getting weird.

Wait, aren't you Shirley Stabler?

No, that's me.

I'm sorry.

I thought you were my grandmother.

Well, we're even.

I thought you were nuts.

Hi.

Hi.

Nice to meet you.

It's nice to meet you, too.

Ah. You smell like cigarettes.

Yep, you're my grandmother.

Look at you.

You look...

Nothing like I pictured.

That lady thought I was pretty.

Oh, you are.

You're beautiful.

No way that's your natural hair color.

But it looks good on you.

I'm sorry your daughter couldn't be here.

Oh, that's okay.

I figured it was a 50/50 shot.

It's cute you thought it was that close.

I'm guessing she hates me.

Yeah, but...

She hates so many people.

She hates Elton John.

I mean, who hates Elton John?

The guy's a hit machine.

Oh, so you're a babbler, huh?

Only when I'm uncomfortable.

Not that I'm uncomfortable now. I mean...

Yeah. Yeah, I am a babbler.

Well, I'm glad you came.

You look like you turned out fine.

Actually, the first 33 years

were kind of touch and go.

I was an alcoholic and a stripper,

and a bit of a drug addict.

Oh, Christy.

I-I turned it around.

Hey, go find your own granddaughter.

Now I have a great job,

I've gone back to school,

I have two terrific kids.

You got any pictures?

Um...

Okay.

- This is Roscoe. - Aw.

He's ten.

This was a rash

I was concerned about, but it's cleared up.

This is Violet.

Oh, she's a beauty.

And...

There's your daughter.

Those eyes.

The same beautiful eyes.

Did she finally grow into those big feet of hers?

Almost.

So...

What happened with the whole thing with you?

Oh. Right to the chase, huh?

It's okay, you don't have to.

No. No, no, no.

That's why we're here.

Um...

Well... right after I turned 20,

Bonnie's father got killed in a motorcycle accident.

And I didn't have no family to help me out,

so I had to get work,

mostly cleaning houses.