Life Unexpected

Previously on the life unexpected.

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You seem to forget I'm your boss.

This is my son Sam.

Sam hasn't lived with me

since he was 11.

His dad dropped him off at my doorstep yesterday.

Figuring out why you both chose

to do what you did

will allow the relationship to move forward.

Why did you agree to marry Ryan?

I don't know. Um...

Would you both consider a little time apart?

It might give Cate the emotional space she needs.

Ryan.

You still owe me one.

I see you've met Mr. Daniels.

You're a...

Teacher.

Lux, have you ever been tested for a learning disability?

What?

Because I think that you might have one.

If Cate and Baze find out

that Eric and I were in a hotel last night.

Tash, he could lose his job.

Okay. You guys, we're serious.

Wait. I actually stayed at that hotel.

You messed up

big time. I really hope that it was worth it.

Yeah, me, too.

Good morning, Portland.

Now, for those of you just joining us,

we are trying to get to the bottom of Kelly's issues.

I don't have any issues, Ryan.

You have issues.

Come on, Kelly. You know what I'm talking about.

You were on your book tour.

For my current bestseller,

you can't have it all.

In a different city,

in a different hotel every weekend

for the last two months.

And yet you still manage to not get laid.

Stop talking about my sex life.

Yeah, well, stop talking about my marriage.

What marriage?

All right. We'll be right back with more morning madness

after this.

Is Ryan getting moodier?

It's like he's turning into you.

Okay. So.

You and Kelly. You really seem to be getting along.

Yeah. About as well as you and I.

Yeah, yeah. How's Baze's?

Aside from the fact that the place smells like burnt beer...

It's fine.

You know you didn't have to move in with him.

He owed me one.

In fact, he owed me 100.

And you wanted space, so... yeah, well, you said

you married me because your ex-girlfriend

didn't want to marry you.

Okay, Cate, you're oversimplifying what I said.

I hate when you do that.

Look, at least I tried to give an honest answer.

Any chance you figured out why you married me?

Yeah.

Better keep working on that.

Tomorrow night is homecoming. Better "bee" there.

I see you found a legal way to graffiti the place.

T, I'm-I'm sorry.

Sorry enough to fess up to Cate about you and Minnesota?

Look, I appreciate what you did

covering for us.

I don't.

Because of your island vacation with Eric,

I don't get to go to homecoming with Jones.

Wait. What?

He asked me but Cate won't let me go 'cause I'm grounded.

All right, let me talk to her.

Maybe... maybe I can promise her that if I go with you

then you won't get into trouble.

As if you're the poster child for responsibility.

I will convince her.

Come on.

Okay, I want to make it up to you.

It's not like I have a date.

Yeah, the downside of dating.

Lux.

Your parents are here.

Teacher.

As you know, Ms. Jennings and I

have been trying to figure out

what's holding Lux back in school.

There's a condition called dysgraphia.

It's an inability to express thoughts in writing.

Oh. Well, I have that.

You know the term "buck naked"?

I always write down "butt naked."

Which isn't really wrong, because butts are naked.

Well, you can see how she struggles to complete sentences.

Thoughts get jumbled.

Words are illegible.

At a glance it just looks like poor penmanship,

but it's actually

a neurological disability.

Oh, so, what, she was born with this?

Did one of us give it to her?

Well, in looking at Lux's file,

Mr. Daniels noticed that her handwriting was perfect

till seventh grade.

Well, I mean, the question is,

what changed?

You mean something caused this?

Well, we can't exactly answer that.

Maybe a neuro-physiologist could.

The school has someone

that they highly recommend. And I called him,

and he could give her an mri tomorrow.

You can't say the teachers at Westmonte don't care.

If possible, Lux should also start

working with a dysgraphia specialist.

It's an added expense, but...

Yeah.

Whatever it takes. Money's no problem.

Okay.

Well, I have a list of contacts in the main office.

Why don't you come with me.

Stay here, okay?

Thank you.

Gosh, this is so...

Typical.

While every other teenager in the world

is getting ready for homecoming,

I will be getting my head examined.

I spent most of my life in hospitals.

I... I hate them.

I'll make a deal with you.

You go get that mri tomorrow,

and tomorrow night, I'll make you

a homecoming of our own.

Complete with spiked punch, bad music,

the whole nine.

You'd really do that for me?

Don't you get it by now, Lux?

For you, I'd do anything.

Hey. So I was...

Oh!

I was looking for your mom.

Sam, right?

The guy who was yelling about bus sex

outside of her condo, right?

So does your, does your mom know

that you're here? Are you kidding me?

She's the reason I'm here.

She's afraid if I stay home, I'll burn the place down.

Hmm, that a valid concern.

Just happened to me, actually.

There was this bartender. Her body was nuts.

Hey.

The cashews... I love cashews.

How's it going?

Here.

I warmed your seat for you.

Where are you going?

To get a soda, okay?

Relax. I'm not going to rob the vending machine.

Hmm.

Did you see these?

The firm bought two tickets to this charity cocktail gala.

It's at Candice Carter's house.

She has more money than God. Yeah.

"More money than God."

I know who she is.

She's been waffling between Fenmore and Suntrust for months,

and I've tried signing her,

but she's a bitch billionaire

with a thing against women. So...

What does that mean? It means trash it.

There's no point in going.

Look, until I sort things out

with Sam's boarding school, I'm stuck with him,

and I can't leave him home alone that long.

Emma, he's 16 years old.

It's like a couple of hours. It only takes him

a couple of seconds to raid my medicine cabinet

and snort all my dexatrim.

I learned that the hard way.

All right, look...

Here's the thing.

I told you about Lux's mri.

Well, there's going to be

doctor bills and specialist people and...

I don't want to be the deadbeat dad

who can't pay for any of it.

So if I help land this client,

maybe I could share the bonus with you?

Come on.

Please.