GCB

is that enough money?

It's enough until we get to where we're going.

Then we'll be okay.

I feel kinda like Bonnie and Clyde.

Only I got about $5 billion more than they had...

Give or take.

But, you're worried. I can tell.

I'll feel a whole lot better once I get across that border.

I can make you feel a whole lot better...

Right now.

In a late breaking development, eye witness news has just earned

that federal agents are raiding the Santa Barbara home

of late Ponzi mastermind Bill Vaughn,

who died three months ago.

Vaughn's widow, Amanda Vaughn,

has been unavailable for comment.

We go live now to our very own bridget Sanchez-fong

on the scene.

Yes, Josh, it's believed that

Amanda Vaughn is still in the home here behind me

with her two children.

Wait.

Here's the family's attorney Manson Riggs.

Mr. Riggs? Mr. Riggs, please, just one question.

Does this mean

that Amanda Vaughn is under investigation now?

That's preposterous.

Amanda had no knowledge of her husband's criminal activities.

We will fight this seizure, and we will win.

There's no way we can win.

Thank God you're here.

Okay, I have to move will and Laura

as far from California as I can.

I don't want their friends tormenting them

about what their father did

or the creepy way he died.

Look, I-I-I-I know you haven't spoken to Gigi in years.

No! My...

Mother is

a meddling, overbearing, smothering nightmare

who disapproved of me, of bill.

I left Dallas 18 years ago to get away from her.

Go back

and give her the chance to say "I told you so"?

No way.

I don't care how bad things are I will never go back to Dallas.

Mother, it's me.

wow.

- This looks like the haunted mansion. - Only twice as scary.

Do you think grandma will like us more now that dad's dead?

Baby, your grandma has always loved you.

It's me she has a problem with.

So this is home now?

Only until we find our own house.

This is just a quiet, safe place

where we can start rebuilding our lives.

Mom! Oh, my God!

Oh, my God!

Laura!

Tony, get down!

Romo, behave!

Ay!

Ooh!

Uh...

Mother.

Darling.

What do you have on?

Mother, you haven't laid eyes on me in eight years,

and all you can say is...

come on, let's get you in.

Just give us one minute. We're gonna...

Hey, guys, let's start unpacking.

Vamos. Hey. Come on.

Well, well, well. Amanda Vaughn's back in Dallas.

And she's single, to boot.

Of course she's single, Sharon. Most widows are.

I'm scared. What if she decides to stay here?

What are we gonna do?

We're gonna follow the advice of psalms 18:39.

Uh...

My bible's in my other purse.

We must "gird ourselves with strength unto battle."

If necessary.

Cricket, are you there?

Yep.

She tried to destroy our lives in High School

I will not allow history to repeat itself.

How's Amanda look?

She's dressed like a migrant worker.

Well, I'm sure the feds took her clothes.

How could Bill do this to his family? Such a tragedy.

The boy's the spitting' image of bill.

Speaking of spitting,

you heard how Bill died, didn't you?

Heather?

Car crash. They just went over a cliff and burst into flames.

I mean, what caused the accident?

There was a woman in the car.

Amanda's best friend, no less.

Her head was in bill's lap,

and she was not giving him directions.

Unfortunately, she bit off more than she could chew.

Ladies, it is not appropriate

to speak of such things on the phone.

I'll see ya in church.

Where'd they go?

Get in here, you all!

Come on, you remember your grandmother.

Yeah. Kind of.

Hey, grandma.

Grandma? Oh, it's been years since I've heard that.

Let's just make it Gigi.

This one needs a haircut.

Let's all go in the kitchen, see what Lupe's got...

maybe some sweet tea and churros. Ooh!

You know very well

I didn't like Bill when you dated him in High School,

really didn't like you marrying him,

hated it when he dragged you off to California.

I know. The fact you didn't come to his funeral

wasn't my first clue.

I mean, why would anybody in their right mind

leave Dallas for Southern California?

We've got the same weather without the liberals.

Bill's dead. A little compassion wouldn't kill ya.

Grandma... I mean, Gigi... do you have Internet?

Oh, why would I? I don't watch porn.

Don't mess with those boxes!

Lupe's gonna throw those away for ya.

Don't throw them away. I'll need them again soon.

We're only here until I get a job.

You don't have to work.

Why don't you and the kids just live here,

and I'll pick up the tab?

Because I'm terrified of what you might do to my children.

Did you turn out so bad? We're not even going there.

Check out the hair. Queen of the longhorn ball.

Mm.

The crown has a cow on it. For real?

Yeah.

Yikes. Didn't you guys have conditioner back then?

Nicknamed "kitten."

Who'd ever call that a kitten?

Your mama cut her from the cheerleading squad

for having bad skin.

Carlene doesn't look like that anymore.

She lives right across the street, you know.

Oh! There's Sharon.

She had that body in High School?

Yep. Still does. Yep.

There's just a lot more of it now.

She was the frontrunner for miss teen Dallas

until your mom told the judges she wasn't a virgin.

Oh! Sweet Heather.

Her mother worked in the school cafeteria.

Such a gossip. Heather just had to know everybody's business.

Knowing everybody's secrets has made Heather rich.

You can sling a lot of real estate

when you know whose marriage is falling apart,

whose stocks are falling down.

Nobody can turn grief into a 6% commission

better than Heather.

There's cricket caruth.

Remember when you spread that rumor she had herpes?

Mom! You spread a rumor that some girl had herpes?

Oh, darling', that was the least of it.

Your mama was a mean girl.

That's enough, mother. I'm just saying'.

Cheers.

Oh. Mmm.

Not bad for a hill country red.

I know how you love your Pinot noir.

I've been sober for 18 months, mother.

Why?

Bill's car wasn't the only thing spinning out of control.

So... no more drinking' for me.

Okay.

Well, bring those things down here.

Now listen. Yeah. Yes.

If you need to go to one of those, uh...

Alcoholic meetings... A.A.

Don't go to the one at the Baptist church.

Folding chairs.

Cheesy Bolton says the episcopal at turtle creek... much better.

Upholstered, with canapés. Mmm.

I'm gonna put will in here.

- In daddy's gun room? - Are you crazy?

It's perfectly safe. All the cabinets are locked.

He's gonna love it.

Lupe! Darling!

Honey, how are you doing'?

I just can't believe dad did all this terrible stuff.

I mean, people lost their savings,

charities lost everything.

What does "committing hara-kiri" mean?

Oh.