01x06 - Your Mama Loves You

[bunniefuu]

- Hello?
- Beth, that you?

- Hey.
- Wait, Toni?

Your girl
got herself a cell phone.

- How'd you get it?
- I got my ways.

But let's talk
about the important sh*t.

- Tuna.
- I didn't k*ll Wallace.

He was making moves.
You wanted him gone.

Then there's you.
You come into my home,

lie to my face, k*ll Miggy.

No! I didn't. It was Fiona.

- Fiona k*lled him.
- No,

all this is because of you.

And I'm not gonna forget that.

sh*t went kind of crazy
at Munango?

Feds. A*F. Tuna pinched.

We got to bounce, for real.

Pack your sh*t, dude.
We're going

to f*cking camp for two weeks.

- So, this was Toni's house, too?
- Yeah,

she wishes.
She was a f*cking squatter.

Magician-a*s squatter,
you know what I'm saying?

Marco tells us
you're moving to Wyoming?

- Well, I mean,
anything's possible.
- It's not possible.

They just posted the job today.
It's possible.

The foster family sent me this.

They don't look anything alike.

She is not

my granddaughter, right?

This is Ellie. What's your name?

Laila. Can you push us?

Higher.

Here you go.

Thank you.

My pleasure.

It is so nice to have you here.
I know Laila's thrilled.

Ellie, too.

You know, you're a good aunt.

Taking her to the park,
tagging along on playdates.

Do you want any of your own?

Wow, Deb.

Going right there, -!

- I'm so sorry.
- No,

it's fine. I'm-I'm kidding. I...

I can't, you know.

And after years of trying,
one doctor

actually told me
that my uterus was inhospitable.

- Can you believe that?
- Wow.

But we found our calling
as foster parents.

- We've had a few now, but...
- Wait!

Laila, she's really special.

Yeah. Yeah, I can tell.

We just want her
to have a nice home.

- You know?
Set her up to succeed.
Yeah.

Yeah, she deserves that.

That's why we're applying
to adopt.

Wow.

Wow, that's a surprise.

H-How far
into the process are you?

Well,
it's taking forever because...

her mother is in prison

for murdering her father.

You're kidding.

Yeah, that's-that's terrible.

- But, you know,
there may be more to the story.
- There is.

Before she pulled the trigger,
she tried to dismember him.

But, you know,
sometimes the media

blows that type of thing
way out of proportion.

She admitted to it in court.

That's why we're insisting
on a closed adoption.

Really?

- I thought
they don't do those anymore.
- Well,

good Lord willing,
she will never lay eyes

on that woman again. Ever.

Instead,
she will continue to believe

that this...

is her mom.

You tell Laila
her mom is Tina Turner?

Yeah. Clever, right?

It's given her a world
of confidence.

Hey, you beauties,
are you ready for a snack?

- Yes, please.
- All right.

Would you like a crumpet?

A crumpet?! I'd adore a crumpet.

Can I have two?

Laila, sweetie,

would you... would you say hi
to my friend? Yeah?

Okay.

Hello?

- Okay, say hi.
- Hi.

Laila?

Hi.

Hi.

I love you.

Y-Your mama loves you so much.

- Laila.
- Yeah.

Cookie? They're homemade.

- Wow. God, I broke his foot.
- It's okay.

- Jesus will forgive you.
- I hope so.

Hey. Which one of these says,

"I am the right ranger
for the job"?

This one? Or this one?

That one.

- Yeah?
- Yeah.

So, today's the big day?

Yeah.

I haven't interviewed
for anything in, like, 15 years.

- Ridiculous, right?
- No.

You're even better now.

Okay, let me help you.

They'd be completely stupid
not to hire you.

Thank you.

Wait.

Thanks.

Listen, I know you're
on the fence about the Tetons.

But this could be good for us.
A-a good change,

- you know?
- Okay, let's just...

let's just focus on today. Okay?

Okay.

I'm gonna try to meditate
before I hit the road.

I got a free trial
on that app that you like,

- so maybe it'll calm me down.
- Yeah.

- Totally. Namaste.
- All right.

- Namaste.
- Good one.

Thanks.

Only when we clear our minds

of ideas and distractions

will the truth

reveal itself.

Om.

Go for George.

Hi. It's-it's Beth.

From the other day?

From, Tuna's ranch.
The-the wedding.

- Om.
- Your trunk.

Yeah. Beth.

Yeah.

Take it off, you hot b*tch.
That's what's up.

- Is that Wyatt?
- It's nothing.

- Hey, shut the f*ck up, man!
- Man, shut the f*ck up!

This is a private call, as*h*le.

Well,
I'm on the f*cking snow machine

f*cking Sarah Palin-style
over here.

- Shut the f*ck up.
- Wait, what? George?

Hey, how come you shot Miggy?

He was trying to k*ll me.

- Om.
- You led us into a goat rodeo.

Is that why you're calling?

Tell me how I f*cked up?

Yeah, well, I got enough
of that already, thanks.

Okay? Bye.

No, no, no, no, no!
Wait, wait, wait, wait, wait.

- George. George.
- No. No,
okay? It was a dumb idea.

I should've
never f*cking listened to you.

Look, I'm sorry that things
got out of hand at the ranch.

- I... Really, I am.
- Om.

I hope it didn't blow back
onto you.

- Did it?
- Well...

- Not too bad.
- Okay, good.

I just... I'd be...
I'd be really upset

if anything happened to you.

Yeah?

Why are you calling?

- Um, I was...
- Om.

I was hoping
I could come see you.

- Yeah?
- Yeah, I'd...

I-I'd like to talk.

Yeah, well, I'd like that, too.

Okay, c-could we meet
in an hour?

- sh*t. We're off-grid.
- What do you mean?

- You're out of town?
- Yeah.

You'd like it up here.

By the water. It's...

It's so peaceful.

We've even got loons.

- Well, how long are you there?
- A week.

Two. Could be longer.

Got to wait till A*F
quits sniffing our dicks.

- Om.
- You know,
once we're back, maybe...

you could come over.

Check out the boat, or...

Or we could always
drive up here.

Okay. Sorry, George.
I have to go.

What the f*ck?

Look at you, dude.
You all red and sh*t.

- Who was that?
- It was nobody.

- It was my mom.
- I seen

your mom, dude. She ain't
nobody. Know what I'm saying?

- Now f*ck you.
- -I'd rather f*ck your mom.

Why you always got to be
a f*cking as*h*le?

Hell, yeah.

That's what's up right here.

The quest for peace,

harmony and balance

must begin at home.

Namaste.

I'm here, but I can't get in.

Okay, this is what you do.
There should be a gnome,

and inside,
there's a key for the back door.

I mean,
there's kind of a lot of gnomes.

There's a...
There's a sunbathing gnome

and a bunch of biker gnomes.

- Okay, look for the one
with no pants.
- With no pants.

No pants.

Okay, got it. Got it.

- Great. Now take its butt off.
- Take off its butt?

Yeah. Yeah, baby.

Okay, got it.

Damn it.

He must have changed the locks.

Then you got to break a window.

No. It's broad daylight.

Hey, you called me
saying this was our chance.

- Yeah.
- Yeah, do you think
you'll ever have access

- to the house again?
- Yeah, but I...

I don't even know
what I'm looking for.

Well, if you don't look,
you'll never find it.

Hey, listen,
whoever k*lled Wally knew him

and would have left a trail.

Like a friend, a coworker.

- Yeah, a brother.
- Now, look,

those guys are
at the fish camp, right?

That means they're
on the other side of the state.

Trust. You got this.

- Yeah.
- You're a bad b*tch. A shero.

- Now grab a gnome.
- Okay,
I'm a shero. I'm a shero!

- That's right.
- I got one.

Come on, you got this.

- Okay.
- And you stop

at nothing for the truth.

- That's true.
- Now throw it.

Come on, throw it.

God, I did it.

- f*ck, yeah.
- I'm a bad b*tch!

Yo, watch the neighbors.
Get inside the house.

Here you go, man.

Now, what the hell is this?

It's a dog.

With ketchup.
You put ketchup on it.

Do you want mustard, too?
I mean,

- I've got yellow, Dijon.
- No, I don't want
f*cking mustard. No,

I like my f*cking dog dry.
Like, mummy d*ck dry.

You know what I'm saying?
Just bread, meat.

That's it.
You know what I'm saying?

g*dd*mn it, dude.

- You f*cked it up.
- That's such
a f*cking waste, man.

Yo, you're a f*cking waste, man.

The only thing I eat
with ketchup on it

is f*cking p*ssy.

Bet you put
a bunch of f*cking soy sauce

on your sushis, too.

- Hello?
- You have
a collect call from...

- Charles Billingham.
- Do you accept the charges?

- Yeah, I'll accept.
- This call may be recorded.

Tuna, what's up?

- Where the f*ck are you?
- Out at our camp.

Yo, Georgie, say hi.

Hey, boss.

Hey, Georgie.
Is it cold up there?

It's pretty cold, yeah.

- Had to break out
the heavy-duty mittens.
- Yeah.

Makes it kind of tough
for him to jerk off,

but, you f*cking know Tugboat.

You know what I'm saying? When
there's a willy, there's a way.

Shut the f*ck up, dude.

God, I can't stand
how you laugh.

Listen, you two pack up
before leaving town?

The fishing supplies?

- Yeah, we got it covered.
- Don't f*cking say that.

Even the extra lures? The little
ones we've been stockpiling?

Yeah, 100%.

- We got all them shits.
- Good.

'Cause I know some guys
out in Yuma

who might use this
as an opportunity

to raid our supplies,
and we cannot have that,

- can we?
- Yeah, yeah, don't stress, boss.

We got this.

You got this. Good. Good.

I won't stress.
But you know what, George?

It's kind of funny.

You're out there,
and I'm sitting in here.

Guess you got lucky

- that night, didn't you?
- Yeah, yeah.

I mean,
it-it was close for me, too.

I barely got out.

Well, let me tell you something.

Luck has a way of drying up.

How is that, pretty,
little reporter of yours?

You two been dancing?

Nah, boss. I-I...

I don't know anything about her,

- I swear.
- Yeah, okay.

Listen, you find her,
and you give her my regards.

Wait, hold up. sh*t.

Wait, do you want...
You want f*cking Georgie

to k*ll somebody?

Shut the f*ck up!

Just tell her I say hello.

Yo, sorry,
I'm just a little confused. So,

you dowant him to f*cking whack
this b*tch or what?

Just take care of it!

- Hello?
- Your call has ended.

Rude.
f*cking didn't even say bye.

All right, pack this sh*t up.
You got some lady to k*ll.

I mean, shouldn't we,
like, eat first?

- No, you can f*cking eat
on the way.
- It's a f*cking long drive.

Yeah, so you got
a long time to eat.

Put out the f*cking fire

so I don't set the chair
on fire again.

You f*cking put it out.

Okay, I'm upstairs now.

First room on the left,
that's my old room.

Though who knows
what Wyatt stashes in there now?

- You there?
- Yeah, still here.

Looks like everything's
still here.

It is?

That's so...

Why would Wyatt keep it?

Guilt?

No way. Okay, wait.

I think you're gonna like this.

Yo, Badu. Wait a minute,
are you telling me

you f*ck
with the queen of neo-soul?

Please.
Badu is mygeneration.

Wait,
what is this blue satin number?

The Step Soldiers?

No!

Yo, that's
my old high school dance squad.

We used to crash the prom,

and whenever one of our songs
would come on,

we'd kick everyone off the dance
floor and make them watch us.

Ooh. We were so annoying,

but we had them moves
like boo, b-boo,

b-boo.

Wait, were you always an artist?

What, you find my sketches?

- Yeah.
- If you find any sexy ones,

- don't judge me, now.
- No.

They all look very chaste.

Yeah, well, maybe the cops
took my sexy ones.

f*cking creeps.

Hey, I found a-a laptop.

That's Wallace's.

Okay, so,
if he were to have a password...

It's 6969. I sh*t you not.

Really?

Okay, wait.

Okay.

I'm on his desktop.

Um...

I see something titled

"Get Off My d*ck"?

This is a classic jam.

Play it. Play it.

- You got to see it.
- Lil' Wally P.

Lakewood. In the building.

Okay, I'm sorry,
it's-it's tragic.

- It's the worst.
- Yeah, he f*cking sucked.

Yeah.

- Okay, wait, hold on.
- I found something else.

- What is it?
- It's your birthday?

- That's my girl.
- You look hot.

- Looking fine
in those jeans, Toni.
- Damn right, I did.

I'm gonna give
you some of this later, baby.

Yeah.
You like that sh*t?-

Yeah, shake that a*s.

Give the people what they want,

- baby.
- That's right,
baby. You like that, don't you?

Hey, Beth?

Um...

You know, I-I think
I should keep moving.

Yeah, do you see
a bedside table?

Yeah. Two.

Go to the one on the right.

- Okay.
- Now open the drawer,

and there should be
a box in there.

Um, th-the wood one?

Okay.

Okay, no. No. No.

No, no, no, no, no, smoke it.

I get way too paranoid.

I'd probably end up
hunched in a ball somewhere

talking to the houseplants.

No...
Don't worry about it.

It loses its potency over time.

- Like me.
- You...

See, there you go. It's fate.

Yo, just...

Just take one hit or two

and describe it to me,
and I'll go there with you.

Okay, fine.

You can convince anyone
to do anything, you know that?

- I wish.
- All right.

Okay, it's been a while, so...

Aah!
God, it's strong.

She lit.

Yo, it's just dry.

Just lie back and relax

- and let the potion...
- What?

- Let the potion take over.
- God.

Damn, dude. I guess Tuna's
pretty pissed at you?

Whatever, man.

First you forget the supplies.

Now you got
this reporter chick situation.

I didn't forget the supplies.

You were like,
"Van's all packed. Let's go."

I mean, when you tell me
the van's packed,

- I figure the van's all packed.
- Yeah, I packed

all the sh*t
I'm responsible for.

Dude, like,

no offense, but you're being
exceptionally stupid.

Don't even worry about it.
I'll...

I'll help you take out
this reporter lady.

He didn't say to take her out.

- Yo, he said,
"Send her my regards."
- No.

He just wants us to...

-I don't know, find her.
Like, follow her or whatever.
-No.

No, f*ck.
Look, you just don't get it

because you're f*cking soft,
dude.

You ain't never been
to the f*cking...

You know, that's prison talk,
dude. You don't get it.

You know what I'm saying?
You don't know how it works

- on the inside.
- You spent, like,
two weeks in juvie.

What the f*ck do you know?

f*cking two weeks longer
than you ever did.

That's half a f*cking month,
you know what I'm saying?

I get it.

-You catching some feelings.
That's what's...
-No.

Yeah, I can tell.
I can tell you're over there

popping a little bony.

Might need
a little tugboat action now.

I mean...

Yeah.

- Yeah. Okay, there you go.
- She's hot. All right?

- Yeah, she's a little older,
but listen, man, she's hot.
- Okay,

so she's older. Whatever. f*ck.

Everybody got their fetish,
dude.

Some people like golden showers.

You like f*cking golden girls,
you know what I'm saying?

Whatever, dude.
I like older chicks.

I'd poke a hole in that sh*t.

Don't even sweat it, dude.
It's cool, man.

Know what I'm saying?
Everybody likes a...

sometimes
a little salt in your pepper.

You know what I'm saying?
It's cool.

For real? You serious?

Cool you got to k*ll your
f*cking girlfriend.

f*ck you! f*ck off!

Shut-shut the f*ck up.
Here comes the drop.

Yeah! That's what's up.

Hey.

- You're a lightweight.
- My God, I know.

I told you.

- This quilt is so pretty.
- Yeah,

it's the only thing
I have left of my mom's.

Where is she?

Guyana. She got deported
when I was 14.

No.

Toni, I didn't know.

- I...
- Do you ever see her?

No, never. I mean,
she can't come back.

- God, there must be a way.
- Nope.

I mean,
she did everything above board.

She married my dad.
Reported her status to ICE.

Never even cussed.

But that didn't matter.

I mean, one day,
Uncle Sam just snapped,

hauled her off,
and that was that.

Wow.

Does she know
what's happened to you?

I mean, what would be
the point in that, right?

She's gone.

And then my dad died
when I was 18.

Pancreatic cancer.

- Just rough luck, right?
- Yeah.

And then a few months later,
I moved into here.

Mine died, too.
My-my-my dad, I mean.

I was... I was four.

sh*t, that's... that's little.

Yeah. He...

He drank
till his liver gave out.

I found him sitting
on the couch, watching tennis.

He actually looked happy.

- And what about your mom?
- Okay.

That's funny. My mom?

- You don't know anything
about my mom?
- Should I?

My mom, Susan Burgess?

Okay, sorry.

It's just, most people,
when they hear that,

are like, "My God!
Shut up. Let me lose my mind

- for a second."
! You... I mean,

- you're talking
about theSusan Burgess?
- Okay.

Holy sh*t.

Yo, I stan for Suzy B.

I knew it. I knew it.

No, I'm f*cking with you.

She's a...
She's a famous writer.

You mean white famous?

So, like, what, are you...

you rich?

Sort of.

You know,
we-we pretended to be..

My mom wrote
this best-selling memoir,

and, you know, it-it paid
for a house in Malibu,

but then we found out
my dad had had all these debts.

And, so, yeah, we-we had money,

and then poof, it-it was gone.

Wait, wait, wait.
You mean Malibu, Malibu?

Like, like, BaywatchMalibu?

Well, no.
It's different than that.

It's...
It was... It was special.

It was full of all
these creative people and...

So you wererich.

So, where's she now?

Susan's always off somewhere
being Susan, so...

She's usually
halfway around the world

accepting an award or, you know,
attending a dinner.

- -It was...
- It was always like that.

- And you
always call your mom Susan?
- Yeah.

No, she-she liked her name.

She said she didn't want
the same name as everybody else,

so...

- Special.
- Yeah.

You know, um...

it meant a lot
you let me talk to Laila.

Tell her I'm here
and that I love her.

- So thank you.
- Yeah, of course.

Yeah.

Yeah, it's funny.
My-my mom never told me that.

Your mom never told you
she loved you?

No.

A-And that's funny?

I mean, in a...
in a not funny way.

Yeah. She does love me,
obviously.

But...

Yeah, saying it
would require her

to become
a completely different person,

and...

Susan doesn't change, so...

I guess I get a lot of that
from her.

But everybody's capable
of change.

You just have to want to change.

Yeah.

Marco thinks if...

if we have a baby,
then, you know, that'll...

that'll fix everything, but...

I mean,
I'd still be me, you know?

And, I'd still be obsessive
about work

and screwed-up
about all kinds of things

and, you know...

Baby would be stuck with that.

You mean stuck with you.

Yeah.

Poor kid.

You know, just 'cause your mom
didn't know how to love you

doesn't mean
you don't know how to love.

Yo, check the fishing supplies.

- I'm gonna take a piss...
- Whatever, dude.

Yo, what was that?
Beth, you still there?

The f*ck?

What's up? We good, Georgie?

What's up? What's up?

- It's all here.
- Pack the sh*t.

I'm gonna check upstairs.

Come out, come out.

Wyatt wants to play.

- Hey. Freddy.
- Do you remember me?

Hey, get the f*ck off, man.

Yo, George!

You see anybody?

Yo, dude, George!

f*cking hell, dude!

What the f*ck?

Why the f*ck's
Freddy freaking out?

I don't know.

You probably scared him
with your f*cking g*n.

Yeah, well, there's someone
f*cking up in here.

It's probably
them JeffCo tweakers.

Anything missing?

Yo! Anything missing?

Yeah, man, we're straight.
We're-we're fine.

All right, well, let's pack
this sh*t up and f*cking bounce.

You're so damn cute
with your little camcorder.

That's my girl.

Looking fine
in those jeans, Toni.

I'm gonna give you
some of this later, baby.

Yeah. You like that sh*t?

Yeah, shake that a*s.

Give the people
what they want, baby.

You like that, don't you?

Yeah, baby.

You think I can't see you

pointing the camera
at that sl*t?

Can't keep your d*ck in your
pants for one f*cking night?

It's my m*therf*cking birthday.
Shut that sh*t off.

- Calm it down.
- Shut it off.

- Chill.
- Wally,

shut that sh*t off n...!