Bitch (2017) Movie Script

- Mr. hart, everyone's still
waiting for you
in the conference room,
when you get around to it.
- Coming.
- You smell like perfume.
- Go back to sleep.
- I wasn't asleep. Can we talk?
- Sure. W-what do you
want to talk about?
Is that my belt?
- I wanted to go
to that painting retreat.
- Oh, god!
This is not a good time.
- It's never a good time.
- I told you there is no way
that you can go
to a retreat right now.
Who would take care of the kids?
It's two weeks.
- Painting is what
I've always wanted to do
and I'm scared
that if I don't do it...
- Jill, come on.
We need you here.
- Is everything okay at work?
I saw something on the news.
- Yeah, it's-it's fine.
We just...
Don't believe everything
that you hear.
- I had an accident
in Tiffany's bed.
- What are you looking at?
- I thought I saw
that dog again.
- So, Max, you're done
with soccer at 3:00.
I have to pick up Cindy
from ballet at 3:30
so, please make sure you're
on the corner right on time.
Not at your locker, not at...
Dad's here for breakfast.
- Time to go.
- It's only 7:40.
- Let's go now.
- Good mornin'!
- Bye, dad.
- Bye, tiff. Love you.
- Love you, Cind.
- Love you too, daddy.
- Have a good day.
- Bye, dad.
- Bye.
- I love you.
- Alright.
- Have a good day at work.
- You know it!
- Are you gonna be home
for dinner?
- I will do my best.
- I'm so tired, bill.
You don't understand how
difficult it is
to keep it together.
- Okay, okay, stop.
- I don't know if I can
keep it together.
- Hey, good night's sleep.
Will you let me
get you some pills.
You just need some sleep,
You haven't had a good night's
sleep in a while.
Well, let you let me
get you some pills
that will help you
sleep at night finally?
- I'm terrified
I'm gonna do something.
- Mom, can we go in this century,
Guys, guys, come on.
Don't worry about my mom.
- I love you.
- I need to talk to you.
- Hmm.
- Stop, I'm serious.
- What?
- They fired me.
My whole floor.
- What? When?
- Are you just getting here?
Did you not hear?
- I was running late.
- It's a massacre.
You have to go and do something.
- This is unacceptable.
I'll take care of it.
Don't worry.
- Exactly. Mm-hm. Yes.
- Uh, Steven...
- Sorry. I, I-i can't.
This is important.
- Hey. Um...
I like your tie.
- Did you fire Annabelle?
- Who the fuck is Annabelle?
- Oh, she's, um, uh...
Sits on the second floor.
Uh, s-she's-she's
a really good kid
and she's not that expensive.
- I really don't think
that you understand
the grave circumstances
that we're in right here,
right now.
Yes, I fired Annabelle
and I fired 179 other
employees this morning.
- Okay, well, I-I'm not talking
a 179 other people.
I'm just talking about Annabelle. Well, if
you'd like to tender your resignation, bill
then you know what?
I could restore the employment
of the entire second floor.
All you have to do is sign
right here on the dotted line.
Go ahead.
Sign it.
- Is it really that bad?
- It's really that bad.
- Um...
- Sign it.
- No, that's like... That's okay.
- Sign it.
- Um, it's...
- Sign it.
- It's probably... that's...
You probably made
the right decision.
- Just sign it.
- Honey...
We thought you'd be home.
I postponed dinner
as long as I could.
You never give me a choice.
There's a dog watching me.
Dog's always in the same spot.
Been here a while.
I feel like, I can't breathe.
- We've been finished forever.
May I please be excused?
If you're not gonna answer,
I'm just gonna go.
- Wha... mom!
What about chores?
Am I supposed to
load the dishwasher?
It's Max's turn.
- Mama, may I be excused?
- She's not gonna answer.
Just go.
Are, are you upset because dad
didn't come home
for dinner again?
It's called toast.
You have two legs.
Is there any more cereal?
- What happened?
- We don't know.
- Who is that dog?
- I told you.
- Not that dog again.
There's no dog.
- Where's mom?
Dad, wake up!
- Dad!
- What?
- Daddy, get up.
Mom's gone.
- What? What do you mean,
"mom's gone?"
- Uh, I-i think she left you,
and us, it's over.
- What? Why would you say that?
- You have to drive us
to school.
- No, I got to go to work.
W-what do you mean mom left?
Where is she?
- She's not here.
Now get up!
- Jill? She's not here.
- Dad, get up. We're late.
- Dad, we're late. We're late.
- No.
- Dad!
- Dad!
- Jill, honey, where are you?
Call me.
We're all very worried
about you. Please call me.
- Dad, you got our jackets wrong.
Leave them alone.
I don't have any underwear
or socks on.
- Please, guys, I just need
a minute of silence!
I-I don't know
how to use this car, okay?
How do you turn it on?
Is there a...
Oh, that's the key
and you turn it.
Okay. Right, let's do this.
- Dad, we need money for lunch.
- Great. Money.
Uh, is this enough?
Wait, wait, hold on, hold on!
What about these two?
- They don't go
to middle school, dad.
I'm in kindergarten.
- Middle school.
Of course not. Right.
- Did-did you get Cindy
her lunch?
- Well, I've got more cash.
- No, no, y-you can't buy lunch
in kindergarten.
- Got it. Okay.
Dad's on the case.
- "B" is for "be nice."
C is for...
Did you see mom last night?
- I-i don't know, Cind.
I-i didn't see her last night.
No, because I got in late.
It's okay. It's okay. No, no,
no, no. You're gonna be fine.
- Cindy, hi!
Look at this outfit.
This is so cute!
You must be, uh, Cindy's dad.
- Yeah, listen,
got a little situation.
She has no lunch.
- Oh, that's okay, honey.
- Uh, and that's it. Okay?
- Yeah, uh, there's actually
a grocery store
right down the street,
if you just want to pick...
- yeah, I ca... I can't.
I can't do that.
Uh, can't you just bring her
to the lunchroom or somethin'?
- I'm sorry but
all the kids here brown bag it.
- Jesus Christ, $25,000 a year,
you can't give her an apple?
- Okay. I can hear
that you're frustrated.
Is-is everything okay?
Where's Jill?
- Listen, this is very simple.
Can't you just whip her up
somethin' real fast?
- Excuse me?
- Or-or-or order a pizza?
Or make a-all the other kids
share their lunches?
I-I-i have to go to work.
This is very simple.
You can do whatever you want.
She has no lunch.
She has no lunch.
- Dad?
- Alright, I'm sure mom's
gonna be home when you get back.
Hey, listen, Cindy,
I have to go. I have to go now.
- Cindy, I have to go.
- No!
- No!
- Okay. It's okay.
- Yeah, no,
I know that I'm late.
I, uh, I'm having
a family crisis
and I had to drop
my kids off at school.
Uh, I know. I know.
Uh, oh, I think Jill
may have left me.
No, I'm fine.
What? Sorry. Uh, n-no,
y-you just cut up for a second.
Listen, um,
just buy me some time.
I will be there in 20 minutes.
Uh, 30, Max. Uh, maybe 40.
I-I-don't know where I am.
Oh, can you figure out a way
to, uh, pick my kids up
from school?
Alright. I have to go.
You fuckin' bitch!
You goddamn selfish
fuckin' crazy bitch! I knew it!
I fuckin' knew you would do
something like this to me.
I gave you fuckin' everything
and this is how
you say thank you?
You fuckin' bitch, you bitch!
You bitch!
Jed, hey!
Hey, bud. I didn't, uh...
I didn't see you there.
I forgot you were there.
- Are you okay?
- Who me?
Yeah, of course.
I'm fabulous. Heh.
Uh, say, bud, can you,
can you just remind me...
where your school is again?
- This is it.
- This is it?
- Yeah.
- Well, hell, let's go, bud.
- You forgot about me.
- I did not forget about you.
- You actually just said
you forgot I was here.
- Yeah, well,
it is a figure of speech.
- Meaning what?
- Meaning... eh, sorry, bud.
Can you just help me
unblock this thing here?
- Why did mom leave you?
- I don't know, Jed,
but we'll figure it out.
She'll probably be in home
in time for dinner.
Alright. Okay, let's go.
- Wait! My backpack!
- Okay.
Good, I remembered.
Go play. Go play!
- I have your wife's sister
returning your call.
And everyone's still waiting
for you in the conference room.
- Yeah, I'll take it.
- Beth. Heh-heh.
- Bill.
- How are you?
- Fine.
Uh, is everything okay?
'Cause you never call me.
Should I be worried?
- Uh, is Jill with you?
- No. Why?
- Yeah.
- You're weirding me out.
What's goin' on?
- Um, I...
Well, I don't know.
Uh, s-she's-she's gone.
- What do you mean she's gone?
When-when did you
see her last?
- I-i don't know, um...
- you don't know?
- Maybe yesterday at breakfast
but I've called her phone
15 times, Beth and...
- okay, just calm down.
I'm sure that there
is a-an easy explanation.
If she was going to leave you
she would've told me
by now, so...
- Well, she's not
gonna leave me.
That she.-. We're...
We're very happy.
Very happy.
- Okay.
- I just...
I might need your help, Beth.
Can you help me?
- Yes, of course.
- Okay.
It's okay, Beth.
I mean, she's okay, right?
- I don't know, bill.
Okay, listen,
we'll find her together.
Just meet me
at the house, alright?
- Okay. Okay, thank you.
Thank you, Beth, so much.
I'm comin'.
- Okay. Uh, what are the names
of your kids' schools?
I don't have it on file.
- I, um... I don't know.
Can you Google it?
- There are a lot
of schools in town.
So, I could Google it but...
I'll check billing.
Hey, can I let everyone know
that you're on your way
to the conference room?
- Yeah. Yeah, yeah.
- Are you?
- Yeah, yeah.
Yeah, it'll... just right
across the hall there.
- Thanks, sir.
Do you think mom's back?
- Who knows?
- There's... guys... there's...
You guys! Come see this.
- How'd you guys get home?
- Taxi, man.
- Tiff!
- Jed, one sec.
- What did you eat for lunch?
- I ate Ms. Cole's lunch.
- You guys! Come see this!
Come on.
- What's that smell?
- Mom's clothes.
- Cindy, Jed, leave the kitchen.
- That's poop, Max.
That's poop.
- What happened to mom?
- I'm not kidding, guys.
Out of here, now!
- What is it like, like
a serial killer or something?
- A-are we in danger?
- I don't know. I don't know.
- We need to call dad.
- I'm calling the cops.
- Kids!
- Hello!
- Aunt Beth!
- Honey, sweetie.
- Okay, did your mom call?
- No.
- Okay.
- Max, can you do that, um...
- Oh, god! What's that smell?
- Find my iPhone thing
on your mom's phone.
- Phone's in the kitchen.
- Why would her phone be here?
- Why is the house...
- Cind, Cind, stop.
- We need to call the cops.
- Okay, not for 24 hours.
- We need to call now.
- Beth, they don't...
- Now!
- They won't do anything...
- Guys!
- What?
- What tiff, what?
- We-we found mom.
- Where is she?
- Oh, thank god.
- We-we, we, um...
Mom is...
- Mom's what?
What's funny? Guys?
- You wouldn't believe it.
- Well, we found her but, uh...
- Someone tell me
what is going on right now?
- Mom is being a...
She's not being herself.
- What?
- We have to show you.
- Totally.
- Mom is in the basement?
- She's been down
there this whole time.
- Jill?
- Jillie?
- Why isn't she answering?
- It's kind of hard to explain.
- Oh, god, what is that smell?
What the hell was that?
- Did you guys get a dog?
- No.
Mom doesn't want us here.
She barks louder
when we're here.
- Kids, stay up there.
- It's mom, dad.
- That's not Jill.
- Make the goddamn call!
- What's he gonna do?
Is he gonna take her pulse?
He's a family doctor.
He treats runny noses not...
Okay. Dr. Linnenwell
is better.
He will refer her out.
He will call a specialist.
He will have an explanation.
Just make the goddamn call!
- Alright.
See. Straight to voice mail.
- That's because,
it's the middle of the night.
Call his cellphone
and stop acting like a child.
- I don't know what
I'm gonna say to him.
Eh, uh... Dr. Linnenwell...
Bill hart, um, Jill's husband.
Yes. Right.
Um... i-i...
Jill tells me
that you're coachin'
a pretty mean little league.
- What the fuck?
- Right. Uh, sorry.
No, I know. I'm sorry.
It... I know it's late.
Um, well, I, uh...
We're having a bit of a...
I guess you could call it
a situation over here.
It's, uh, it's not
a big deal but, uh...
Could you possibly come
over here and look at my wife?
Uh, yeah, like, like right now
would be great.
It's not, not an emergency.
- Well, all I could do is...
I sedated her.
- Okay. Huh. Yeah.
- She needs some really
serious help, bill.
- Yes, um, what-what,
what can we do to help?
Who-who can help us?
- Actually, I do know
a specialist
that's right for this
sort of thing.
Zya price.
- Uh, th-this is confidential.
Right, Dr. Linnenwell.
It's the doctor-patient thing.
This is all...
It's-it's private.
- What?
- Of course, it is.
It always is, bill.
- Listen, uh, she knows you.
Can you stay?
- Yeah, I have human feces
on my face, bill.
I kinda like to wash up.
- Yes. Um, there is a bathroom
right down the hall
to your left. Heh-he.
- Okay.
Uh, call price.
- Okay. Price. Zya price.
He better not tell anyone.
- What?
- He better not tell anyone,
did you see... shit?
Like on his face.
- Jesus Christ, bill.
My sister is down there
covered in shit!
- Beth, listen to me,
this is a very bad time for me.
I have to be at work
18 hours a day right now
not dealing with her shit,
okay? Jill can't do this.
- She cannot do this to me right now.
- Okay, you...
- I'm not the one
who's bailing on my kids, okay?
I'm still doin'
what I'm supposed to be doin'.
She's the one
who's down there...
takin' a break.
- She's not talking,
like you said
and behaving
like a domestic dog.
- Right.
- She's urinating,
excreting on herself.
She seems unresponsive
as if unable to hear
what's happening around her.
You know, it seems unclear
if she's self-aware
at this point or if she's not.
- I sure hope
she's not self-aware.
- Why is that, Mr. hart?
- If she knows
what she's doing right now
I will never
fuckin' forgive her.
- I understand your frustration,
Mr. hart.
This is a tremendously
challenging situation.
- Is there a-a name
a-a-a medical term
for this condition
for how she's behaving?
- Behaving like a dog.
- Do, do you think so?
Really? Wow, that's...
I mean,
it's a very astute observation.
I-I, uh...
Is it the barking?
I think that, uh,
I'm just a little overwhelmed
by your insight here, doctor.
- The police department
would case this
as a 51-50.
psychiatric condition.
I hear, what the fuck is that?
- There have been similar cases.
There was a Scottish doctor,
Dr. R. D. Lang
who had a case like this
another housewife.
- I've read about that...
- Okay, this is enough.
I want a refund.
This is some webmd shit.
I can Google all of this.
- Okay, give it. Bill, please.
I'm sorry. My brother-in-law,
he hasn't slept.
- She hasn't slept, either.
- Well.
Taking care of your kids, okay?
I'm just talking about Annabelle.
I asked
you to help me figure
out what's going on
with your selfish
fuckin' sister.
- Yeah.
- Let's keep the focus on Jill
and what she needs.
And what she needs is care
that I can't provide
for her here.
I think you should consider
a more conducive
medical environment.
- You mean, a crazy house.
- She needs comprehensive
psychiatric care.
This will be a process
and it may take some time,
but rest assured...
- she's not going
to a mental facility, okay?
She's my wife.
I will not allow that.
And I fuckin' hate
talkin' to people like you
because you're not making
anything better, you're just...
- But she's trying to help...
- This is my family...
She's not going
to a mental institution, okay?
And what I would like from you
is a prescription for my wife
right here, right now.
Please, that is what
I'm paying you for.
- She needs
full-time psychiatric...
- Yeah.
It's okay, it's okay.
You're gonna be okay.
I'm right here.
Sissy, I can see you.
I can see you.
We're gonna get through this,
I'm here.
I'm gonna take care of you now.
No more bill,
no more kids, just us.
It's okay.
We'll get you out of here soon.
I'm gonna find some help.
I see you, sissy.
I see you.
I see you...
Don't hurt, don't even hurt me.
Stop! Ah!
- Hello, hart residence.
- Tiffany, dear?
- It's Cindy.
May I ask who's speaking?
Hi, Cindy, that's very polite.
It's Nana.
I wanna speak to mommy.
- Mom just can't talk right now.
- Well, could you ask her
to call me when she can?
- She'll be a while.
- You're not supposed to be
on the phone.
- Hey, that was Nana!
- Ah. Okay, Jill.
You wanna act like a dog,
we'll treat you like a dog.
There you go.
- Jed, it's not Christmas.
- I know that, right?
- Ho-ho-ho!
Merry Christmas, everybody!
- Merry Christmas, you guys.
Who did this?
It's so pretty.
What else do we have?
Oh. Ooh, Cindy.
Let's put the star on the top
of the tree and finish it.
- Cindy, hey.
- No!
- Come on. Come on.
Come on, come on,
come on, come on!
Hey, hey, hey, come on!
Go put it on the tree.
Go put the star on the tree
and finish it so Santa can come.
Cindy, come on.
Come on, let's do this, alright?
- Bill, listen.
- Put the star on the tree.
Cindy, come on!
Let's put the star on...
- No!
- It'll be fun!
Let's put this star
on the top of the tree!
- Bill!
- Cindy, just...
What? What?
Beth, come on,
where is your Christmas spirit?
- Daddy!
- Dad, you're scaring her.
- What do you mean?
We're having a great time!
Right? We're havin'
a solidly fuckin' great time!
Is that Christmas carolers?
- Hey, good evening, sir.
I'm officer frill.
We got a call on the 51-50.
- Ah. Okay.
- Uh, there's no reason
for you to be here.
Everything is fine.
Sir, I'm gonna need
to take a look at your wife
to make the determination.
- Not if I don't ask you in.
You're-you're not
and I'm-I'm not askin' you in.
- Sir.
- I know my rights.
And I know her rights.
You're not allowed
to take her away
unless she's a danger to herself
or others, and she isn't.
I do not consent
to her being hospitalized.
And you need to leave
or I'm calling my lawyer.
Is that clear?
- Sir, I'm still gonna
need to see your wife.
- Fine.
Right this way.
She is in the basement.
Down. It's the little door
on your right.
Bring a chew toy?
- Send immediate backup.
- I can't, I, I can't.
- What?
- Daddy!
- Cindy, he's not coming back.
- Then I thought,
why not let's just run away
and leave the kids, you and I.
They'll be fine.
They don't need us.
- Yeah.
- Right?
We could do whatever we want.
- You look so different.
- I do?
- You look so different.
- I do?
- Ah.
And you're relaxing watching TV.
- What else?
- Hey, story, story.
You promised to...
- You...
- Get out!
- Max.
- You left. Get out!
- I went for a walk.
- I'm sorry.
- You're not sorry.
- I understand that you're ups...
- Get out! Get out!
- Hey! Hey!
- Get out! Get out!
- Okay.
- Don't fight! Stop that!
- It's okay. Okay, it's okay.
- Stop hitting daddy!
- Don't do that!
It's okay.
It's okay. Hey.'
- Yello?
- Mr. Hart?
This is Stella white
from UCLA medical center.
We received a police report
from your sister-in-law...
No, um, no. That's...
She was wrong. That...
There was a mistake.
We don't need you.
Thank you, bye.
I'm done!
A little more milk.
- Ah...
- You have 27 new messages.
- Bill? Bill, where are you?
Everyone's still waiting
for you in the conference room
when you get around to it.
- Blah, blah, blah, blah.
Hart, it's your father-in-law.
Call me back.
We need to talk about Jill.
It's imperative
that we come by and see...
-stay, stay.
- Ugh, it still smells
like shit in here.
- It smells worse
in the basement.
- It's making me suicidal.
- Huh?
- I said I wanna die.
Me, too.
What's suicidal?
- You know what?
We're gonna eat.
And then we're gonna get ready
for school tomorrow. Let's go.
- Hey, bill, it's Stephen.
Comin' up on a week now
since you've graced us
with your magical presence.
I'd love to see you
tomorrow morning
if you can fit it
into your schedule.
- I can't tell if,
if she's in there
or if she's gone. I...
Well, what if she's
gonna be gone forever?
Uh, Brian, I gotta go.
Okay, I love you. Yes.
I love you so much.
I love you. I love you.
Okay, yeah. Alright, bye.
- Oh, god!
Oh, my god!
Oh, god! That's bad.
I'm bad.
Oh, god!
Who's Brian?
- What?
- Who's Brian?
- Brian's my husband.
- Bill.
- Right, right, right. Uh...
I, uh, I, I was just kidding.
Are they all asleep?
- The kids? Yeah.
- I, uh...
I, uh...
I'm pretty sure
I'm gonna get fired tomorrow.
And, uh...
I don't know
what I am without my job.
I, I don't know...
who we are without this life.
I mean, I may have to...
sell the house and the cars
and we'll have to change schools
to public schools.
I mean, what...
What kind of a man am I?
- Listen, we...
I understand
that you don't want Jill
to go to a hospital
but there's something
really wrong with her.
You get that, right?
- Do-do you know
how Jill and I met?
Did she ever tell you
that story?
- Yeah.
Jill told me like,
a million times.
- You know, um...
I just...
Oh, it's just...
I just can't...
- Hey, hey.
Hey, hey, it's okay.
It's okay.
- Sometimes I just wish that...
my dick was smaller.
Like, if my dick was smaller
none of this
would have happened.
Uh, did she ever talk to you
about it?
- Wait, what?
Uh, uh, about your dick?
- Yeah.
- No, bill.
- Oh...
- Listen, my parents
are going to come to see her.
- No.
No. Why?
That will be so shameful.
I already feel like
I failed her.
- Well, you have, bill,
you have.
I'm sorry,
but they need to see her.
They need to see their daughter.
- Beth, please, please.
Please don't do this.
Your parents
already hated me before this
and I'm, I'm, I'm lost.
And this is not about saving
face. I promise, this is...
I just...
I don't want my wife
to be cuckoo.
I don't want Jill
to be sent to some kind
of mental institution.
I can't subject Jill and
the kids to that kind of life.
There has to be
some other alternative.
- Okay, um...
There are some things
that I need to take care of.
- Okay.
- Outside of here.
- For my life.
- Mm-hmm.
- But I will be back.
I-i promise, okay?
Do you think that you are ready?
- Yo, yeah.
I mean, are you kidding me?
I'm, I was born ready.
Tiffany, sorry.
- Dad, you almost made me spill
the last
of the cold kokum water.
We don't have any food left.
We're so hungry.
Jed's been trying to eat dog
food for the past three days.
And if he can figure out how
to open the can, then he will.
So, what are you
going to do about it?
- Uh...
You just looked like your mom
for a second. Um...
- Oh, my god!
You're, you're not even
listening to me.
You don't even care
about what I'm saying.
- Yes. No. Yes, I do. Tiff,
I heard. I heard everything.
I heard everything.
Come here, come here.
- It's okay.
- Why won't you listen to me?
- No, no, no.
- What's happening?
- It's okay. It's alright.
It's cool.
- What's going on?
- It's alright...
-we're gonna be homeless
and we're gonna get diseases
and die.
- No, no, no. -We're going to live
under a bridge or something.
- When we weren't dead?
- No, no, no, no.
No, Jed.
It's okay, it's alright.
Here, come-come here, everybody.
Let's, let's,
let's sit down. Here.
I know that this is confusing
and I know that you're
all scared, and-and I am, too.
I really am,
but we're a still family.
- But, mom's a dog.
- Yeah, bud, yeah, she is a dog
but she's still your mom.
And we are going to stand by her
no matter what.
Because mom needs us.
So, we gotta be tough
and we're gonna
get through this.
Okay, we're gonna
get through this together.
- But what if mom
never ever changes back?
- How are you, bill?
- Well, f-fantastic.
- You know, it would really be
unethical for me
to mention anything
about... your wife
in any conversation
regarding job performance.
- Right.
- So, tell me this.
What the fuck is going on
with your wife?
- Uh, well, eh...
It's a bit, it's a bit complex.
- You know, you can't be
out of pocket like this.
- No, I understand,
I understand that.
And, uh,
we are on a good path now.
And if you just bear with us
for a little bit longer, uh...
- Bill, you should stop talking.
- Okay, okay.
- Now, you know,
this part of my job
isn't very easy, is it?
- Lately, things have just...
- Uh, hang on.
Wait a minute.
- This is not a negotiation,
- Don't.
Please, please, Stephen.
Just-just wait,
just wait a second.
- Bill, listen, let's just not...
- wait!
- Bill.
- Wait. Could you just wait?
- Just for one second, please!
- Okay!
Okay, bill, I'm waiting.
Thank you.
Okay, Stephen, listen to this.
This is gonna be great.
- Okay.
- The home program.
- The home program.
- Well, um, the home program
is a program
where, uh, executives can, uh...
essentially work, uh...
- Work from home.
- Exactly.
Now, think about this, think
about, think about the goodwill
that the firm will get
from this.
- The home program for the home.
- Bill
- it's a company
that-that doesn't
only care about the bottom line.
It's a company
that cares about people.
This is a company
that cares about families.
I mean, this is good.
This is good PR stuff.
This is fortune 500 stuff.
This is Oprah calling you.
- You know? What do you think?
- Bill, I don't think so.
I'm, I'm-I'm going to have to...
- okay, don't, don't,
d-don't say it.
Okay, okay, okay,
let's forget that
forget the home program.
- Jesus Christ.
- Just what if...
What if,
what if you give me my bonus
a little bit early
and then I can hire a nurse
and a live-in nanny?
And I'll be, I'll be, uh,
back at my desk 24 hours a day,
7 days a week.
It'll be exactly like
it was before.
- Bill, I, I can't. Please.
- Please, please, please,
Stephen. Please.
I don't,
I don't have anything else.
Don't take this from me, okay?
I will do anything,
I'll do anything.
Anything, anything
anything, anything.
- Three months' severance.
Go home to your kids.
- Kids!
- Follow the skunk.
- Come here, mom.
- Follow the skunk.
It's walkin' away.
It's walkin' away.
Yeah, look at the alligator.
Look at the alligator.
- Come on.
- But my skunk's better.
- Look at the skunk.
- Mom!
- Hey, hey, guys,
uh, I don't think
mom is feeling like
playing with us right now.
So, uh, why don't we
leave her alone and...
Let's go get ice cream?
- Yes.
- Yes!
Who wants to give their dad
a bite of ice cream?
- Not me.
- Totally not me.
- Me.
- Ah-hah.
Thank you, Cin.
- Mm! What is that, mint?
- Mm-hmm.
- Is that your favorite flavor?
- Mint is my favorite flavor.
- Chocolate. Yes, chocolate.
- Jed, we have the same flavor.
- Um...
- Kids, go in the house.
- Who is that?
- Just go inside now.
- Come on, guys.
- Go on.
Where are you parked?
- This is you?
- Yeah.
- Fantastic.
What are you doing here?
- I am worried about you.
I've called you, like,
ten times.
- Is everything okay?
- Yes, yeah. Everything's fine.
Annabelle, listen,
I can't see you anymore.
I know you'll find someone
who is right for you
and who has room in his life
for you, but, uh, listen, bye.
- Bye. Thank you.
- Wait. Hold on...
Wait a second, bill.
What's going on?
People are saying weird stuff.
- Private, uh, family matter.
- Really?
- Yeah.
- Wow.
- So...
- Your dog sounds pissed.
- Yeah. Um...
Beth, can you give us a minute?
- Is this her?
- Beth, please,
just l-let me handle it.
- I can't fuckin' believe you.
- Who was that?
- Okay, Annabelle, listen.
I know we shared something,
but it wasn't real.
Don't ever contact me or
ever come near my family again.
Beth! Hey. Please wait, wait.
That was Annabelle. That was
the girl I had an affair with.
She showed up
completely unannounced
and I told her to go home.
- I can't believe
I fucking trusted you.
- You still can.
- No! I know how Jill feels.
Now, I know how she feels.
- You still can trust me.
You still can trust me.
I never should have done it.
It was a terrible mistake.
It's over. We need to stay
on the same team here.
- Don't lie.
I'm on Jill's fucking team.
I know why she did this.
I know why this happened to her.
I understand, bill.
I fucking know why!
I understand, understand
why you don't want anyone
to fucking see her
because you fucking
did this to her!
You fucking cornered my sister!
You fucking crushed her!
You fucking stifled, then you
muzzled my fucking sister
until she had
no other alternative
than to turn herself
into a fucking dog!
- Beth, please don't do this.
- We need you. Okay?
We need you.
- Oh, I know you fucking do.
I know you fucking do
because you are worthless!
I do everything around here.
I dress the kids.
I take them to school, I clean
the house, I do the laundry.
I do the dishes. I-i,
I even pick up the groceries.
You know what, I know, I know
what she is feeling, I know
because she's your fucking wife
which is a full-time,
thankless fucking job!
- Mom, dad!
- Dad!
- Dad!
- Oh, no!
- Jill!
- Jill!
- Jill!
- Sissy!
- Whoa, whoa.
- It's okay.
- Jill!
- Jill!
- Jill!
- Oh.
- Hello!
- Is that Jill?
- No. Is that...
- Jill.
- Jill.
- Jill.
- Jill. Thank god. Okay.
- Oh, god.
- Thank god. Thank god.
- Come on. Come on, come on.
- Get her up. Let's go.
- Come on.
- Come on. Oh, my god. No.
- Jill?
- Okay. Cover her.
- Okay. Sure. Yeah.
- Okay.
You don't have to show him.
You don't have to show him.
- Okay. Okay.
- It's the game of trust.
- It's okay. Mom's back.
"Big house in the sun-kissed
Santa Clara valley.
"Judge Miller's place,
it was called.
"It stood back from the road
"half-hidden among the trees
through which glimpses
could be caught..."
What a night!
You want a beer, Brian?
- Uh... I don't,
I don't drink, bill.
I'm in AA.
You know that.
I've talked to you
about me being sober, a lot.
- I-i know now. I know.
- My parents filed...
A petition
for legal guardianship of Jill.
We're taking you to court, bill.
Did you hear me?
- You're taking me to court?
- Yeah. Um...
We all talked it over
and we think that...
Jill should come live with us
for a while and...
It-it'll be good for you because
of everything that's going on
with the kids
and-and-and with your finances
it'll give you
an opportunity to...
Get back on your feet.
- Jill's not going anywhere.
- Well, this'll be
good for you, brother.
It's gonna give you some space
to find your power again.
- Actually, you know what would
be even better for me, Brian,
is if you let me take you
to my hairdresser's tomorrow
and we cut all that shit
off your head.
- Body hair is healthy.
And you've never loved anything
in its organic state. I know.
Maybe by doin' all this,
doin' you a favor.
- Oh, really? Oh. Hmm.
H-how-how so?
- Well, she's showing you
that contrary to your
entire fucking life...
You're actually
a wild person, too.
Dogs are like that.
They're free.
- What're you talkin' about?
- I'm talkin' about letting go.
You can't control everything.
This is the life you're living
and maybe it's the life
you're supposed to be living.
- This is the life
that I'm supposed to live?
With my wife
in the fucking basement
acting like a dog
with shit everywhere?!
This is, this is what
it was all supposed to be.
This is part of the big plan!
- There will be mediation.
You should have
a lawyer present.
- We're gonna have one, so...
- Just get out of my house.
Get the fuck out!
This isn't right.
- I'm sorry.
- We are here to ascertain
who can best take care of Jill
in the condition
she's currently in.
- This is about
what's best for her, bill.
We love you all very much.
The kids throw food down at her.
They are confused
they're-they're disoriented,
they're terrified.
- The kids are adjusting
and, uh, and they love her.
And you know that.
Of course.
I know that, bill.
- Okay.
- Look, I-it's apparent
that you cannot do this alone.
Let us share
in this burden together, okay?
- I-i-i have been taking
the kids to school.
We've been having dinner
together. It's...
It's been an understandable
learning curve
but I'm-I'm getting it.
- I'm sorry, bill.
We have to do what's best...
- okay. I, I know
what you all think of me.
And-and I admit, it's true.
I did not do right by Jill
before, okay?
But, but, but they're right.
Um, after the first kid
I didn't change one diaper.
I didn't...
I-I don't know
any of their teachers' names.
Jill knew all that stuff.
She knew everything.
She thought it all out for me.
She would leave little
crumbs for me, she, she...
She would whisper in my ear
at a cocktail party.
If someone was c-coming up
to me, she would say, "Malcolm"
or-or whatever so I could say,
"hey, Malcolm."
She, uh, she fed me
she bought my clothes.
Uh, when my dad was still alive
she would be the one
to get him gifts from me.
She'd write the tag,
"love, bill."
Uh, she'd get all the kids
gifts, you know?
All of a sudden it would be
another one of their birthdays
and... she'd have it
taken care of
and she got
all your guys' gifts.
She even...
Ah. This is the worst part.
She, uh...
On her birthday or on Christmas
she would pick out her own gift
from me
wrap it, right the tag,
put it under the tree
and on Christmas morning
I would be sittin' there
eggnog, robe on, watchin'
everybody open their gifts
and, uh, she would come up
and kiss me and...
thank me.
Just kiss me on the cheek and...
thank me for her gift.
"From bill."
And you know what I would do?
I would fucking...
I would say, "you're welcome."
And, uh, that was the deal.
It was a pretty good deal.
- Bill, you could fix
something here.
Now, we can do this
through the courts
or we can do it right now...
as a family, together.
- If Jill can come
and be with you and the kids
once every two weeks
and later on it could be more.
- Yes.
- Right?
- Well, I'm-I'm-I'm without
my wife anyway now, you know?
I mean, I'm,
I'm basically alone, you know?
- We know that, darling, we know
but we do care about you.
- Bill, you're not alone.
- We are leaving
with Jill today.
Now, you, focus on the kids.
Get away! Come back!
One for you.
And then one for you.
Do you want one?
I want to see if I can give
you a piggyback ride. Hold on.
- Alright.
Hold on. Ah. Okay.
- Alright, Cindy, teach me.
- What do you think?
- Good.
- Whoo-hoo!
Hang on tight. Okay,
let's not...
Oh, yeah.
Do the head shake now.
I don't want you falling off.
Don't do...
- Alright.
- Alright.
- Oh, yeah.
- Thank you.
Thank you.
Okay, here, teach me.
- Go.
- Faster. Faster.
- Well, it stopped up
all of the bathroom pipes.
This little piece of metal.
- Ah.
- You got it?
- Yeah, I got it.
Wait, you...
Oh, geez!
That was a close one.
Did you put my Ds in here, dad?
- Uh, not in this box, but
it's in the one with your stuff.
- Yeah.
- Uh...
Okay, what are you guys
going to do?
I don't know what...
It's like music to my ears.
- If you leave it down,
it gets in my face
and I c-can't play
or eat, so...
- 'Cause it gets in your mouth.
- Mom always puts it in a,
puts it in a puff for me.
- Okay.
- Alright, uh, then you go
take me to the mall
and I'll go pick up
tiff's sheet music
and then you'll pick
Cindy up from soccer
and then you'll come get me.
- Go to the mall,
then soccer then the mall.
Okay, I got it.
- Dad, do you have a four?
- No. Go fish.
- Oh, no!
- Oh, man!
- Go fish! Did you get a four?
- No.
I think I'm winning. Yeah.
- Yeah, you're...
- Okay, you're winning?
I, for sure, am losing.
- Dad, do you have a ten?
- Oh!
- Yes. Another match.
- Alright.
- My turn?
- Yeah, your turn.
- Does anyone have...
- No, you have to ask
a specific person.
- Oh, uh, um...
- Who do you want?
- Tiffany, Max, dad?
- Tiffany.
- Tiff, are you okay?
Is it time for school?
No. It's, it's like, 11:00.
- Oh, my gosh!
My alarm didn't go off.
- Dad, it's Saturday.
- Oh.
- Max said that, um...
that I should show you my...
- Hey, hey, hey,
it's okay, it's okay. Here, sit.
What is this?
Is this your report card?
- Yeah.
- For my Tiffany.
Am I lucky a dad
to get to see this or what?
- Okay, what is this?
- I...
I got all as in everything.
- Even in Spanish?
- Yeah.
- Tiff, I am so proud of you.
- Thank you.
- We have to show this to aunt
Beth when she comes tomorrow.
- No, I...
Well, I just wanted
you to see it.
- Okay.
- Cool.
- Yeah.
Welcome to the new apartment.
It's uh, it's not much,
but, um, but we love it.
Oh, yeah, uh, that's for you
if you feel like painting.
I wasn't sure if you wanted
oil-based or, uh...
Go ahead, kids, say hi.
- It's your mom.
- Hi, mom.
- Hi, mom.
- Hey, mom.
Uh, okay, so, um, honey
the kids are gonna stay
at Beth's tonight.
So, it'll just be
the two of us, okay?
- Okay.
- Ready?
- It's gonna be so much fun.
- What are we doing tonight?
- Have fun, guys.
- Alright.
Let's play some dice.
See you guys. Thank you.
Okay, Jill, here we are.
You wanna come out
and meet some friends?
You okay?
Here we are.
You can go ahead.
Look, look at all
the little... friends.
It's okay.
It's okay. You could just...
Here, like this.
Like this.
Where you goin'?
Where are you goin'?
What are you doin'?
You wanna get washed?
I can clean you up a little bit.
Here you go...
Jesus. Jill, relax, okay?
Hey, it's just water.
It's okay.
It's okay. It's okay.
It's okay.
It's okay. It's okay.
It's okay. It's okay.
It's okay.
No, no. It's okay.
It's okay.
Jill. Jill, Jill.
It's okay. It's okay.
Listen, you're okay.
I love you. I love you.
You can be whatever
you need to be, okay?
Just please don't leave me.
Okay? It's okay.
It's okay. It's okay.
It's okay. Just stay.
Just stay here. Just stay.
It's okay.
Stay. Stay.
Okay. It's okay.
It's okay.
It's okay.
I love you no matter what.
You can be
whatever you need to be.
And I'm not going anywhere.
Jill. Jill.
It's okay. It's okay.
It's okay.
It's okay. It's okay.
It's okay.
It's okay. It's all okay.
It's all okay. It's okay.
It's alright, honey,
you're-you're here now.
It's okay.
It's okay. It's okay.
You stay here with me.
- Don't do it so fast!
- Alright, you ready?
- So, it's one, two...
- Wait, wait, wait.
- We, we're so good at this.
- Okay.
How do you do it?
You-you did it again.
Come on, let's not do it fast.
Wait, wait.
- Oh, do you clap in between?
- Yeah.
I've been telling you
that the entire time.
- Move, I'm...
- Oh, I'm...
Why are your knuckles so hard?
Okay, I know what's in it.
Oh, this is so intense!
That's 'cause we're really,
we're really, like,
punching each other
or, the, slapping...