Home Free

Daze is here!

I'm coming!

Ooh.

Made it.

Now, are you sure?

Yeah.

-Hmm? -Yeah.

-I'll get it. -All right.

Um, what's the name of that latest, uh,

-Lust in the-- -No, Lotus Lust.

Lotus Lust.

-Father. -Daughter.

Hi.

Ah.

-Hello. Hello, love!

Hi.

-Good to see you. Oh! -You, too.

-How are you feeling? -With what?

Mom said you were having migraines.

Oh, no, he's fine.

Oh, slight, uh, setback.

Uh, I finished reading, uh, Lotus Lust this morning.

-He did? -Yeah.

He reads it in the tub with bath salts and candles.

Oh, God!

It's raining, it's raining!

Hi.

-Uh, ha. Hi.

Wake up, old man.

Hello, sweetheart.

Hi, Mom. -(PHONE RINGS)

Oh, sorry.

Oh, if you answer that phone, I'll snore louder.

Okay, Dad, that's enough.

That's enough.

Dr. Homur speaking.

I warned her.

Leave her be.

Yeah, okay.

Am I the first?

No, Daze is here.

-Daisy Bear! -Dad.

You have Dr. Carr's number, right?

Yeah, I left it with Sheila.

Okay, all right, well, that's fine.

Just keep me posted, please.

Thank you.

Ugh, sorry about that.

I'm leaving a 10-year-old girl with a tumor the size

of a grapefruit in the hands of an intern

that I have absolutely zero faith in.

Hi.

Oh.

Hi. I'm sorry.

It's, um, been a while.

I know.

I got your book. I haven't read it, but--

It's okay.

Uh, so where are the kids?

Dad, I barely got out of the city.

I didn't have a chance to grab them.

You said they were coming.

Yeah, and I-- I'll bring them by next week.

Ah, they're with Steven.

Do your children know that their father's a cockbiter?

Oh, Herb.

-Oh! -Dad!

Wow, when did we land on cockbiter?

Oh, sorry.

-(SOBS) -What-- what?

I just missed you, and...

Oh, I'm here! -...the kids.

I'm here right now.

Oh!

Shit, like, I have to get that.

It's okay.

-Just give me one sec, yeah? -Mm-hmm.

Hi. Yes.

Hey. Sheila.

Hey, I missed you.

Why don't you show her your little library?

-Yes! -Hmm?

Come here.

Top shelf.

Oh!

Oh!

Happy anniversary!

Surprise, surprise!

Oh!

So, my students found this at a second-hand shop.

I love it.

I mean, it's not as new as I normally like,

but it's got character, you know?

And he's regal.

Kind of reminds me of Dad.

Well, if you say so.

Oh, yeah.

Hello, love bird.

Hi, Mama.

Christ, what's that thing doing in my foyer?

Foyer? Good Lord, dear.

Hello, crazy. Speak of the devil.

Oh, spends the weekend searchin' for roadkill,

and I'm the crazy one.

It's a hobby.

No, baking's a hobby, knitting's a hobby.

My students bring me animals that they find

so that I can restore them to their former glory.

That is quite the display.

Hmm. Well, it's nothing.

You should see the ones in my classroom.

I can hear you comin' a mile away.

Oh, I see trouble, and I love it.

Me?

It's a very unique piece.

It's an interesting choice.

Well, beautiful life should be preserved.

Death should be foiled at every turn,

no matter what.

Well said.

Thanks, Dad.

I thought that he would look nice in the living room.

You checked in?

Not yet.

Oh!

Smile, for God's sake!

Mom?

What did you do in here?

What do you think?

Uh, I don't know what to think.

Uh, what room am I taking?

Whoa!

I-- I took a chance.

I just thought it'd be fun if it were back--

You turned the yoga room into my old room--

What the hell?

Well, the yoga room is Rain's room, as it was,

and Ivy, you're in here with Daisy.

Mr. Ribbit. Oh!

Oh, that's great.

How the hell did you find all this stuff?

It was packed away in the basement.

Yeah, it kinda smells like it.

Uh, yes. Uh, yeah, I'm still on hold.

Uh, Mom, when did you do all this?

Over the last week or so.

Holy shit!

You found my pickled rat.

Isn't that the one you were feeding in the basement?

Rain!

Bitch.

Takes one to know one.

It was already dead! I didn't kill it!

It's a rat!

Oh, my God! Seriously?

It's all right.

I don't think I'm gonna be here that long.

Okay. All right, that's fine.

Let's just talk it through.

Hey.

You can have the jar if you want.

It's not funny.

Yes, it is.

What, are you gonna cry about it?

Oh, I'm not allowed to do that.

Oh, only took ten minutes to drive her to the cigarette.

It's gotta be a record.

-Be nice to her. -I am.

Mm, you two still friends?

Yeah.

Why?

What?

Oh, hey!

Love you.

So Sharon says, "Who means more to you,

me or the stuffed tabby?"

So I, uh, I looked at her, and I looked at the cat,

and I was like, "Cat wins."

Ivy.

I was half joking.

Yeah, which half, huh? The good half.

Did you take your pills?