01x02 - Part 2: Secrets

[bunniefuu]

[Rick sighing]

So

Let me tell you something.

Secrets are a part of life,

but you don't want

to hold on to them.

You know, those f*cking things

keep you up at night.

Jesus Christ,

just walking around with them.

It sits on your chest.

Did I just jerk off to that?

Did I just think that?

Nobody knows, but you know.

Secrets will k*ll ya.

Sometimes, I get, like,

jealous of somebody

who gets involved in

a scandal on TV.

You know?

It all just gets laid out there,

and as much as

the person's getting humiliated

and he wants to k*ll himself,

you know what? It's over.

You don't have anymore secrets.

I bet that guy sleeps like

a f*cking baby after that.

Yeah, you know,

I like to wear women's clothes.

Now what? You got nothing!

[funky synth rock instrumental]

[cat meowing]

[Dylan giggling]

I'm gonna go get some tacos.

Dude, you're not taking

your car anywhere.

You've been drinking

and hitting the thing all day.

You shouldn't be taking the

Hey, man. I'm fine.

No, no. I know you're fine,

but listen,

you've been such

a good friend to me

through this whole divorce.

I would be sleeping

on the streets somewhere

if it wasn't for you,

so please, the least I can do,

I'm happy to take your car,

go pick you up some grub,

- OK, and I'll come right back.

- OK. You can stay

- as long as you need.

- I might take you up on that.

- OK.

- OK.

[crickets chirping]

[engine rumbling]

[cat growling] [thud]

[divorced man panting]

Dude, I'm so sorry.

Something just happened.

- What?

- OK, so

I'm in the driveway

and I can't really see anything,

and I'm in a hurry

to leave and, um

And Coco was in the driveway.

- Coco, OK?

- Yeah, yeah.

He's OK. When I say he's OK,

I mean he doesn't have any pain.

He's dead. He's at peace.

- What the f*ck?

You k*lled Coco?!

- Dylan, I am so sorry.

- Oh, my god, Coco.

Dude, it was such

It was an accident.

- Get the f*ck out of here!

- All my stuff is here, man.

I don't have anywhere

else to go. Listen to me

- I'll f*cking k*ll you!

Get the f*ck out of here!

Don't ever come

[birds chirping]

[water sprinkler clicking]

[Dylan sobbing]

Oh, my god.

- Hey, man.

I just came to get my things.

Where were you?

- Well, I thought you told me

- I

I f*cked up.

Last night, I got drunk

and I must have blacked out

and I guess I decided

to drive and I

I

did I?

- Yeah.

- I'm a piece of sh*t.

- It's OK, come on.

- Oh, my God!

- I don't believe it.

- It's OK.

Don't be so hard on yourself.

You don't deserve that.

What I did was unforgivable.

Listen, you're gonna

get through this.

We're gonna get

through this together.

[Dylan sobbing]

He needs a proper burial.

Thanks, man.

Oh, God.

DIVORCED MAN:

Would've been here sooner.

I just thought

I was letting you process.

- You know what I mean?

- Yeah.

What the

[seat whirring]

Secrets are a big thing in life.

People you know,

"Hey, can you keep a secret?

Can I "

Yeah, I can keep a secret."

You know what's the best way

to keep a secret?

Don't f*cking tell me.

The f*ck out of here.

I don't need

your secrets

rolling around in my head.

I already got enough of my own.

Those things, those things

will keep you up at night.

Just in bed, you're

thrashing around, you know.

Having crazy dreams.

Crazy dreams. The broad

you're sleeping with wakes up.

"What's the matter?

What's the matter?"

You're like,

"Oh, I had a bad dream."

"What's the dream about?"

You say,

"I can't tell you what

the f*cking dream's about."

You gotta make up some sh*t.

Am I going to f*cking sit there

and tell you the reason

I was blowing my boss?

I'm not g*y, but I don't

know what it means.

Maybe I feel like I'm getting

f*cked in the mouth at work.

Maybe it's just

as simple as that.

[window sliding]

[woman sighing]

Bless me father,

for I have sinned.

FATHER: What is troubling you?

My.

My mother-in-law has been

living with my husband and I

for over a year and

it's destroying our marriage.

It's not her fault.

But Stephen and I haven't

haven't had a night

to ourselves in months and

- FATHER: You feel guilt.

- Yes!

I looked up

nursing homes

on the Internet in secret and

I haven't even been able

to tell Stephen about it yet.

FATHER: Your husband

knows nothing of it?

No.

No, but between my

search history and

all the e-mails

that I've been getting from

assisted living facilities,

it's only a matter of time

and I just, I

I feel so guilty because

I just want her to die.

[quietly] Oh, my God.

FATHER: Search history?

Yes. Stephen and

I share a computer

and I know he's

gonna go on and

FATHER: Slow down.

- I don't follow.

- Well

the computers,

they store a record

of every Internet search

and I think, "OK," but I just

FATHER: Wait, this is on

[stammering]

[clearing throat]

Every computer?

That I know of, yes.

I've been so worried.

[woman sighing]

I deleted our entire

search history.

Oh, God. I feel so ashamed.

FATHER: I see.

[laptop chiming]

Confess to me

how you deleted the history.

So, that button deletes it all?

And what about my iPad?

Father, this is wrong.

Is it more wrong

than abandoning an elder

who raised your husband?

'Cause I can offer you

absolution for that.

So, you just click on

the "Show All History" window.

- FATHER: Mm-hm.

- You choose last week,

last month, all time.

All time.

This is just between us, father.

Oh, oh, oh, of course, my child.

"Show Full History"

and there are three options.

"Last week", "Last month",

"All time".

ALL: "All time".