Dead to Me

The fuck am I doing?

Fuck, fuck, fuck. Oh, my God.

Fuck! Fuck! I fucking hate doing this.

I can't do this. I can't do this.

- Eggs are ready. - Huh?

- Oh, Jesus. - Shit.

You know, you didn't have to stay.

You need to eat something.

I can't. I...

I honestly don't think I'm ever gonna eat again.

Come the fuck on!

- You kidding me? - Hi, Mom.

Judy's back! Hi!

- Hey. Morning. - Hi!

- I missed you. - I missed you, too.

Thanks for my bird. Oh, I should go get it.

Huh? No, uh, no.

Uh, sweetheart, why don't you just go have your breakfast right now?

Then get your shoes on. I don't want you to be late for the bus.

I thought Judy wasn't gonna be in our lives anymore.

You guys are friends again, or...

- Uh... - Um...

- I'd like to think that's the case. - Not really, it's not like that.

- I'm hoping... - She came to get the rest of her things.

- Got it. - So...

Oh.

- Um, where are all of my things? - I burned them.

Even my paintings?

Look, I was upset. There was only, like, two.

- My friend Parker just got a car. - Yeah.

And Jake is getting his mom's Lexus.

Oh, my God. No!

Charlie, I can't.

I've had my permit for, like, a week.

- She won't even let me practice driving. - Okay, got you.

Charlie, please, not now. Please.

Okay? I've... I've had a really long night, and, um...

you will practice.

Okay? I promise you, honey.

Now fucking drop it...

...and go to school.

Thank you.

Why is the pool cover on?

The pool cover?

- Um, well, we thought that it was... - Something died.

- What? - A squirrel.

Dog.

- Spider... dog. - It was a dog.

- A dog died in the pool? - Yeah.

- A big one. - Yeah.

I lost my appetite.

- It was old. - The dog would've wanted you to eat.

It was very old.

- I think it might have killed itself. - Okay, that's enough.

Thank you for not burning everything.

I ran out of lighter fluid.

I, um...

I guess we...

should talk about what we...

shouldn't talk about before we don't talk again.

Yeah. Yeah, we should.

No one can ever know what happened or where Steve...

I know. I'm not stupid.

You know what, I'm hearing you say, "I know,"

but I also know that you tend to get a little confessy.

Well, I got confessy with you because I couldn't let you believe

that you were responsible for your husband's death.

You lied a long time, though.

I did, so you know I can.

- Oh, you can. - Yeah.

And I promise you, the last thing I want right now

is to put you in any more danger.

Oh, you know what?

It's too fucking late, Judy.

I am in a lot of fucking danger now.

I just don't understand how any of this could have happened.

I told you.

Okay?

He got in my face.

And he tried to strangle me.

And it was very scary.

And I had to fight back because my boys were inside.

Okay, but don't you think the police would understand?

That was self-defense.

Yes, it was. It was,

but what am I gonna... How's it gonna look if I go to the cops?

Steve killed my husband.

And you're the one who fucking told me

that his family's so fucking connected to the police.

They are. The chief is his godfather. It's just a title, but...

Not to mention my fucking house would be a crime scene, and...

I'd be opening my boys up to an investigation.

That would be very hard to come back from, developmentally.

They already lost their dad.

- They can't lose me, too. - No, you're right. You're right.

I just... I was suggesting going to the police

because I know how hard it is to hide something.

It takes a toll.

I just feel so bad.

Okay, you know what? I don't need your fucking pity right now.

What I need is for you to keep quiet.

Okay.

I'm so sorry that I started this shitstorm.

And I just can't believe that he's gone.

- Except he's not. - But he is.

- Right? No. - No, he's not.

You need to act like he's not.

Right. Right.

Right.

All right. Um...

Well, thank you for your help last night.

- Feel free to call me if you ever need... - Goodbye, Judy.

Bye.

Bye.

Don't get any closer to me.

I'm not going anywhere until you tell me where the fuck Judy is.

Shit.

- Terry. Hi. - Hey.

Whoa, cute skirt.

Uh, they're pants.

Oh. Yeah. You should get them in every color.

- Technically they're culottes, I guess. - That's tricky.

Listen, I wanted to ask you, I hope it doesn't sound weird,

but do you think that I could crash in Abe's room just for a week or two?

- I'm sorry? - Don't be sorry, I have my own bedding,

but it's just that I miss him a lot,

and I thought that maybe I could scratch that itch by sleeping in his room.

Also, I do need a place to stay.

I thought Angela said you were living with your family.

Oh, I was, but now I wasn't, so...

It didn't work out the way I thought it would.

Okay, well, a new resident is moving into Abe's,

and we're at capacity, so...

Oh, wow, that's great, full capacity. I love that for us.

Right?

But you have a place to stay. I mean...

You got people, right?

- Oh, totally. - Yeah.

Totally, totally.

- Good. - Totally.

- Hey, neighbor. - Oh.

Jesus Christ, Karen, snuck up on me like a fucking Prius.

Sorry, didn't mean to startle you.

Wondering if you want to have some orange wine tonight.

Jeff's in Boston on business.

Uh, no, I... what the fuck is orange wine?

I don't really know.

I saw it on a Reddit subthread about menopause, so...

Oh, cool. No, I, um...

I really need to go to bed early tonight, so...

- You end up having a late night? - Huh? No.

No, why?

Oh, I just thought I heard a man back here.

Oh, well, yeah.

Must have been Charlie.

No, it sounded like a full-grown man.

Well, you got me.

I was...

I was fucking a full-grown man last night.

- Oh. - Mm-hmm.

Sounded more like an argument.

Well, you don't know how I fuck.

Right.

Okay, so listen, I really need to get back to...

Didn't you just get these cameras installed?

Jesus Christ.

I did, but, um, I changed my mind.

Oh, I'm not surprised.

I didn't wanna say anything,

but Jeff and I really prefer the system we have.

- It's the same one the Mossad uses. - Cool.

You should see the resolution on our street cam.

Your what?

Our street cam. You could see the whole block. It's like a movie.

You know what?

Fuck it.

Why don't we have that orange wine right now?

Uh, it's 11:30 a.m.

Be cool, Karen.

Okay, yeah.

- All right, great. - Sounds cool.

- Why are you standing? Go get it. - Okay, yeah.

- Go get it. - All right.

Fuck me. Fuck, fuck, fuck, fuck, fuck.

Where is it?

- Oh! Hi, is this not 140? - Oh.

Oh, no, it is. Thank you.

This is it? This is where you're dumping me?

Yes, Mom.

This is where I've spent my life savings to make you comfortable.

This is a wonderful room.

Best one in the place, if you ask me.

See? Thank you.

I'm Judy.

I was just, you know, making sure everything's perfect for you.

Thank you, Judy. This is my mom, Flo, and I'm Michelle.

- Hi. - Are you the maid?

- No, I teach arts and crafts. - Oh.

So is crawling around on the floor an art or more of a craft,

- would you say? - Both.