Recovery Road

Previously on "Recovery Road"...

- I have a fiancé. - I know you do.

You're incredible.

I can't seem to get her to make the right choices.

Do you know what Al-Anon is?

- Newcomer? I'm Alan. - I'm Charlotte.

It's my first meeting.

- What is that? - A Xanax.

If you need this to pull yourself together,

I won't say a word.

I was just in the bathroom with Trish.

You know that tattoo of her daughter's name?

She showed it to me, and there's no tattoo.

Is it the same gun? I'll deal with it.

It Diesel's idea. He told Asa to plant the gun on you.

Diesel's crazy. There's nothing that your brother could have done.

There's a whole lot he could have done,

like not frame his brother.

It's called Suboxone. It's used to treat addiction.

They were really helping me stay sober.

We always supported all our children in all their endeavors.

Except when it came to your other daughter Rebecca,

who you turned your back on.

Every person in Rebecca's life

turned their back on her, even me.

You don't deserve Rebecca.

A more clinical environment

might work for some individuals, but...

Taking the first step,

giving up control...

that leap into the unknown

is filled with such trepidation.

Until...

you see the opportunity.

It sounds wonderful.

You always have liked spas.

I really don't want you to get the wrong impression.

We take our group care very seriously.

how rigorous in structure our days are,

and I'm happy to answer any questions you might have.

What does the intake process entail?

Standard. Rebecca would meet with a medical doctor,

we'd search her belongings in person.

She'd get settled in her room

and then we'd have her meet with her primary therapist.

That all sounds fine.

What do you think, dear?

I think this place seems perfect.

She sent you, like, six different date looks.

And now it's eight.

This one's kind of fun, though.

Yeah, I'd wear that.

You want to borrow clothes from my mom?

I don't think we can be friends anymore.

You're such a bitch.

I never really saw your mom as the neurotic type.

She's not.

I blame Alan Al-Anon.

I take it they met at Al-Anon?

When did you get so clever?

Ha ha. Shut up.

Wes, are you going to help out with Trish's party?

Can't. Sorry.

Okay, is it just me or is he acting super weird?

Yep, for days.

So, I think I know why.

It's because of me.

It's because of us... Wes and me.

Our relationship, it's confusing,

and I thought we were going to talk about things,

but we haven't.

I thought everything was okay. It's not.

Or it could have something to do with Harper.

- Harper? - Yeah.

Jasper said that she stopped by the house

and she and Wes disappeared for four hours last week.

Oh, wow. Okay.

Do you think we should tell Craig?

- We should probably tell... - No, I think...

Come on, people, we need more decorations.

And not sad Dollar Store decorations.

Nice decorations. And where's that turntable?

Why is this banner crooked?

Okay, okay, okay, and on to balloons.

We need more of them. Lots more.

But not too many, because then they'll get cruise ship tacky.

So more than 20, but less than 100.

And no, I repeat, no green!

Trish hates green. I think. Whatever.

Just can't risk it.

So, question...

No, you cannot be relieved of your party duties,

and, yes, I'll probably need you to go to the store.

Okay, cool. I just wanted to ask you about Wes.

- Is everything okay? - Yep.

So we shouldn't be worried?

Wes can be moody.

A lot's been going on lately, but he'll be okay.

So, you'd let us know if anything's wrong?

Come on, guys, you know I can't...

sponsor-sponsee privilege, you know?

It's just that we know Harper was here.

Wait, what?

- He's in the basement. - Thanks.

Really?

A gun?

You buried a gun? A gun that killed someone?

What the hell is wrong with you?

I don't know. Harper said we should

and I didn't know what else to do.

Go to the police and turn it in, that's what you do.

I can't do that to my brother, I just can't.

There's loyalty and there's stupidity.

He's trying to frame you.

You have to go to the police!

You don't do that to family. It's not right.

I need to talk to him before I do anything.

That is the last thing that you need to do.

It's what I'm doing. I need to hear it from him.

Are you doubting Harper's telling you the truth?

No, she only lies when she's using

and right now she's clean.

Harper's got my back.

I just need to talk to Asa.

I'm going with you.

No, you're not.

Who knows what you'll be walking into?

Look, it'll be worse if you come.

It'll freak him out, and this is something I need to do alone.

Wes.

- We have to go after him. - What? No way.

We have to, he's probably going to go see Harper,

and bad things always happen when she's involved.

Just trust me, we have to go.

What are we going to tell Vern?

He already said he might need me to go to the store.

- It'll be fine. - Look, I'm worried, too,

- but following Wes is crazy. - Whatever.

I'm going with or without you.

If you're not, that's cool...

All right, all right. I'll drive.

Oh, Vern. How's the party stuff?

Fine. Great. Not why I'm here.

- Okay. - I just got some information,

and I think someone has been in the house who shouldn't have been.

Asa. Was it Asa?

I told Wes in no uncertain terms...

- It's someone else. - Who?

It doesn't matter. I just need you to do a house search today.

- Why? - Just do it.

- Please? - You really can't elaborate?

I told you all the info you need.

Right. Got it. Okay.

Well, I'm off to get Trish in a few,

but I can call Donna Marie to come in and do the search.

Great. Thanks.

Joan Didion. Great writer.

Oh, yeah. Yeah, just started.

I'm liking it so far.

Yeah, she's good.

Cynthia got me into her work. She loves her.

Really? Oh.

That's, uh... I...

I had absolutely no idea.

If it were up to me,

there's no way jerked chicken lasagna,

matzo ball soup, and a green bean casserole

would make it onto the same table.

But, God, have I missed that girl.

I'll make anything she wants for dinner tonight.

But only tonight.

From what I heard, she missed you, too.

Oh, really? Who told you that?

- Craig told me. - Craig?

Would have been nice if he'd told me that.

Oh. Can I help you?

I hope so. I'm looking for my fiancée.

She's, uh... there she is.

Paul.

- Hi. - Hi.

Wow, what a surprise.

- Hey, man. How are you? - Hey, good to see you.

- Yeah, see you. - See you, too.

Let me introduce you to...

Craig. I'm Craig. Lovely to meet you. Really. Pleasure.

Hi.

- Wow, you're here. - Yeah.

Great. Why are you...

You left your phone on the kitchen counter this morning.

I just thought I'd swing by and drop it off for you.

Oh, awesome. Thank you.

Sure.

I guess I'll see you later?

Do you need any help with the party?

I thought you were hanging out with Mike today.

Not for a couple hours.

I figured it might be fun to come by, help out,

get to know everybody a little bit better

since you're spending so much time here lately.

- I blame this guy for that. - Ah, my bad.