Howdy. Welc... Big Ol...
Um, yeah, howdy.
Can I get a bacon ranch burger with tots?
- Get me the spicy chicken. - A spicy chicken.
And what did you decide, hon?
I'm thinking it's a nuggets day.
Oh, 9- or 12-piece?
You know what, I feel like being bad. Make it 12.
And a 12-piece nugget, please and thank you.
...burg, spicy chick... and nugs.
Anything else?
Not sure. Can you repeat that back?
I got it, sir. Just pull up to the window.
- That'll be $38.90. - Oh!
$38.90? Boy, that inflation is no joke, huh?
- It's all there, sir. - Oh, no offense,
but, uh, we've just learned the hard way.
Trust, but verify.
Ah. Ah!
Looks like we only have a 9-piece nugget here.
- Yeah. - Yeah, well, I ordered a 12-piece.
No, you said 9.
No, I'm positive I said 12.
But with that squawk box of a speaker you guys have...
Look, I already charged you for 9.
Anyways, we're out of nugs.
You're out of nugs?
You're telling me in that whole restaurant,
these are the last 9 nuggets?
Al, sweetie, it's no biggie.
Yeah, Dad. Seriously. Chill.
No, I am chill, Brian, and it is a big deal.
You ordered 12 nuggets you deserve 12 nuggets.
We're not leaving until my wife gets three more nuggets.
Sweetie, this really isn't worth it.
It's not like I really need them anyway.
She really doesn't, man.
Wh... what did you say?
- Nothing, man. - Can we just please go, Al?
No, no, no, no, no.
You said she-she really doesn't.
She-she really doesn't what?
She doesn't need any more nuggets.
- Al! - Dad!
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What happened exactly?
This lunatic lunged at my employee.
He tried to come through the window,
and now he's stuck clogging up my dinner rush.
- Oh. - Nancy.
Tell him to stop yanking on him. They're gonna break a rib.
Hey, you guys, you need to leave
the yanking to the professionals. Thank you.
Paul, Marjan, get some cribbing underneath the legs.
- What's your husband's name? - Al.
Excuse us.
Hey.
Al, how are ya? Owen. This is Tommy.
We're gonna get you out of there.
Oh, please and thank you.
Hey, Al, this is my friend TK.
He's gonna check your vitals.
Hey, I need you to tell me, are you in any pain?
Do you think you've broken anything?
Other than my dignity, I-I-I think I'm okay.
But I'll be hearing about this from the wife for a long time.
She says I have an anger problem.
Hey, those are nuggets.
I knew it, liar!
- Al. Al. - No, no.
Do you see the nuggets?
They said they were outta nuggets.
That's how this whole thing started.
You're a liar!
Al. Keep your heart rate down.
- Liar! - Whoa!
Hey, hey. They're not gold nuggets.
Marjan, why don't you get the silicone?
- Yep. - Tell Judd and Paul to do the same.
- Copy, copy. - Uh, hey, listen, man.
Uh, your wife might be onto something here with this anger thing.
You ever thought about getting professional help?
Oh, you sound like her.
Well, maybe you oughta listen to her.
No shame in getting help.
I did.
- You-you went to therapy? - Hmm.
I don't believe that.
Oh, believe it.
For a while there, he was punching
more people than Russell Crowe.
Would you guys focus on your work?
Man, these pants are really soaking up the lube.
Hey, don't use the whole thing.
I ain't even cover half his booty yet.
Okay, back up, please. Back up. Back up.
Thank you. Back. Thank you. Thank you.
God, he's gonna go viral again.
This is almost as bad as Six Flags.
What happened at Six Flags?
We don't talk about Six Flags.
Alright, we're gonna rock him back and forth gently
and then we're gonna pull,
we're going to get him out of here. On my count.
- Okay. - One, two, three.
- Ow, ow! Stop, stop! - Okay.
Stop, stop, stop. We don't have enough lube.
Well, this night couldn't get any worse.
Okay. Um, Marjan, get the Sawzall.
We're gonna have to cut him out of here.
- Yup. - Wait, wait, wait, wait, wait. Hold on.
- Who's gonna pay for that? - Insurance.
And if it doesn't?
You sue him later for damages.
Wait. Sue? Sue who?
Oh, I can't afford that.
I got a kid going off to college in the fall.
Please. There's gotta be some other way.
Is that lard?
Really grease him up.
Judd, get plenty of lard on his behind.
Well, I guess this night could get worse.
Alright, let's all try this again. On three.
One, two, three.
Hey-hey!
We're gonna get you to the hospital.
They're gonna take some tests just to be sure.
Thank you, all. I'm so embarrassed.
No judgments. I've been there.
Hey, wait. You forgot your nuggets, lard ass.
Hey, that was unnecessary.
Yes. Eso.
Y'all got four-alarm with frosting, huh?
Mm-hmm. Good thing you have a firefighter on the premises
in case you cannot manage the wind, ladies.
- Oh, no, they've got the wind. - Okay.
Alright, well, before it all melts, please.
I'll tell you what, Tommy Vega,
birthday manicures is where it's at.
You partying too?
You know what?
I figured they were too old for ponies,
too young for strippers.
They do look like they're having fun, though, right?
Yeah, they're having a ball. What'd you mean?
Well, it's their first birthday without their dad, so...
This is where the party's at?
Uncle Julius!
Double trouble! Ohh!
How are my girls?
Oh, hell, no. No.
That man did not just walk into my house.
Is this the infamous Uncle Julius?
This Charles' baby brother.
I can't believe I haven't met him yet.
Oh, you're not going to today either.
- Oh, watch this. - T, T, T, hang on. Just...
I'm not gonna make a scene.
Okay? Alright.
Look!
- Uncle Julius came. - I see that.
- Hi, Tom. - I didn't know you were in town.
Got in last night.
The band has clubs lined up here for the next six weeks.
- Hmm. - You should come.
And you should have called.
I... I tried, but...
the only number I have is Charles' old one.
You know what, we're just so glad that you decided to stop by.
It's so great. Girls, say goodbye to your Uncle Julius.
- Goodbye? - Mm-hmm.
He just got here.
Oh, I know, but he's here for work
and his band's waiting for him.
They have to rehearse 'cause, you know, he's got gigs.
He can stay for a little while, Can't you, Uncle Julius?
Please. It's our birthday.
Come on, Tom.
Let's just make today about my nieces.
It doesn't have to be about whatever...
bad blood is between us.
Oh, honey, I don't have bad blood.
No, my blood's good. It's up.
And you abdicated all of your uncle privileges
when you decided to skip on their father's funeral.
Say goodbye.
Your mama's right.
I got folks waiting,
but nobody more important than y'all.
Happy birthday. Twice.
Double trouble.
- Hey, Juddy. - Hey, T.
How are you feelin' today?
Good. Yeah.
Is there a, is there a reason why I shouldn't be?
Well, no. I know you got pretty turned
when, uh, Julius showed up at the party.
Well, yeah, I did for about ten minutes.
And then I didn't think about him again.
I mean, the girls sure seemed excited.
Well, of course.
I mean, he's a musician.
He brings expensive gifts, right?
He has the emotional capacity of a, of a fifth grader.
He makes the perfect playmate.
I mean, the only thing is, he's only shown up to play,
what, like, four times in 11 years?
Hey, sometimes, sometimes it's better like that.
Like, uh, every time my cousins from Georgia
would come and visit, it was that way, you know.
We didn't see 'em much, but when we did, it was big-time.
Yeah, well, this is different.
I gotta protect my girls.
That sounds a little harsh.
'Cause I remember Charles telling me one time that,
you know, the guy was a little flaky,
but that he had a good heart.
Oh, that's because he could charm Charles
almost as easily as he could charm their parents.
Just guess that's a gift
of being a sunshine child, right?
I mean, there ain't nothin' wrong with being a sunshine child.
Come on, what are you talkin' about?
No, no, you're-you're...
- You're one of the good ones. - Mm-hmm.
Look, their parents had Julius so late in life
that they really just didn't have the energy
to keep up with him.
He didn't have rules. He didn't have curfew.
He never had to clean up his own messes.
That was left for his older brother.
Who never complained about it.
No.
Charles never complained.
Charles always forgave him.
But I can't even imagine what Charles would think
if he knew that his own brother
didn't bother coming to his funeral.
Hey, Cap, you have a sec?
Yeah, sure. Come on in.
What can I do for you?
Oh, it's not about what you can do for me.
It's what you did for lard ass.
Lard ass?
You know the dad from the drive-thru the other night?
Yeah, I guess some people
have taken to calling him lard ass
'cause we had to lard up...
- His ass. - Yep.
By the way, that is very mean.
Oh, you're right. You are absolutely right.
And I will tell Mateo that.
So what's going on with lard ass?
Nothing. Nothing. Uh, we were just saying how impressed we were with,
you know, how you talked to him about therapy and stuff.
Well, you know, I've always thought that this job
is about more than heroic saves and larding people up.
It just, uh, it really resonated with me
how you said there's no shame in getting help.
- There isn't. - And how therapy had worked
wonders for you.
- Oh, it did. - Right.
So why'd you stop going?
Oh, I didn't stop going.
- You didn't? - No, I finished.
- You finished? - Yeah. Yeah.
I completed the department-mandated anger management
and got a certificate to prove it
and, uh, also got my Tuesday nights back.
So, as the kids say today, I'm all Gucci.
Are you?
I just... I'm doing the math,
and it seems like maybe you stopped going to therapy
before you punched the last three guys.
Oh, no, no. Oh, no.
All three of those were very unique circumstances.
Nuance, Marwani. Very important.
Of course. Um...
How about your meltdown
with Catherine the other night?
How nuanced was that?
How do you know about that?
You do know who you live with, right?
I didn't talk to Mateo.
Well, did you tell Judd?
Okay, now I'm pissed off.
- Leave. - Cap...
You are overstepping your bounds.
- I'm try... - This is above your pay grade,
and it's none of your business.
Cap, look, with all due respect,
your emotional well-being is all of our business.
Okay, you know what?
Tell your co-conspirators that I have a resting heart rate
of 54 beats per minute.
I meditate every morning, and I'm happy to report
my chakras are all aligned.
All of them!
I'm full of equanimity,
and I've got work to do.
Okay.
Yeah.
- Okay. - Unbelievable.
Come on, Bri.
- Bri! - Come on, Brian.
Come on, Vaughn.
Don't be a wuss.
Stop wasting time with this loser.
You hear that guy?
He's obviously an idiot, honey.
Don't let him get under your skin.
He's talking about our son.
Would you stop playing around?
Hey, don't look at me. Do not look at me.
You keep your head in the match.
Yeah!
- Get out of it. Get out of it. - Come on.
Get out of it.
Yeah, there you go, Brian, there you go.
- Dominate that shrimp! - Shrimp?
- He just called Brian a shrimp. - Al, take a breath.
Stop wasting time with this loser.
There you go, baby. Yeah, baby!
Come on, Brian.
Put his skinny ass on the mat.
Come on, Brian.
Now!
Put him on the mat! Get him down!
Put his ass on the mat.
That's a cheap shot!
That's what I'm talkin' about.
Just squeeze that bug!
Illegal take-down. One point red.
That's BS. Come on.
That is BS.
Relax.
_
Thankfully, the minor was unhurt in the assault.
The suspect's situation, though, is a little more complicated.
Excuse us. Excuse us. Thank you.
- Comin' through. - Coming through.
Whoa.
I don't wanna say that I recognize the view, but...
Same butt.
- Seriously? - What are the odds?
I'd say with this guy, probably about 50-50.
Alright, Marjan, Mateo, you're with me.
Everybody else, just move the people back.
And get some support under his legs.
Uh, TK, Nancy, check on the other wrestlers.
- Make sure they're okay. - Yeah, Cap.
Copy.
- Hi, Al. - Oh, God.
Find yourself in another pickle, huh?
You in any pain?
I'm too humiliated to feel pain.
Oh. Take a deep breath in for me.
Lungs sound good. Vitals are strong.
He's all yours.
Maybe next time, take a deep breath before you act.
You sound like my wife... again.
And you're not listening to either one of us.
How'd you get yourself in this position anyway?
Velocity.
Kid pulled a cheap shot on my boy.
I saw red.
Defending your family, it's a noble thought,
but it can lead to some very serious consequences.
Trust him, he knows.
Mateo, get the saw.
Wait, the saw?
Unless you want the lard again.
Oh, no, no, no.
Hashtag Lardass is still trending.
Hey, take it from someone who's been viral many times,
the memes, they never last.
Alright, listen, I'm gonna give you the number of my therapist.
I really think it could be useful for you.
Dr. Patt can make a big difference here.
I'm putting it in your pocket.
I'm sure he'll have an opening.
He's not been all that busy these days.
Alright, she's coming around the horn.
- Yeah. Give it a pull. - One, two, three.
My pants just split open, didn't they?
You barely can tell.
Yeah. Come on, let's, let's get him out.
Come on. Get up, buddy.
Ow.
- You got it? - Yeah.
Let me check him out first. Make sure he's okay.
Dad, you okay?
Uh, no, son.
No, I'm not.
But I will be.
A friend gave me the name of a great therapist.
How do you spell "prolific"?
Uh, prolific. P-R-O-L-I-F-I-C.
Prolific.
Okay, we're all done with our thank you cards.
Can we go play?
Let's see what you got.
Hmm. Nice.
What's this? Oh. Oh, wow!
Okay. Y'all kinda went
full Herman Melville on this one.
- It's for Uncle Julius. - Oh, I see.
"Dear Uncle Julius,
"thanks for making our birthday wishes come true.
"Sorry our mom kicked you out.
"We hope she changes her mind so we can see you again soon
"because we miss you a lot. You're so cool.
"We hope your time with your band in Austin is fun
"and your songwriting is prolific.
"Love, Izzy and Evie.
PS. Sorry again about our mom."
Okay, so was this meant for Uncle Julius or for me?
We can't help it if you read all of our mail.
Like a warden.
Hey. Fresh.
Why don't you like Uncle Julius? He's so fun.
And we never get to see him.
Well, because Uncle Julius never shows up.
Except he's trying now.
And you won't let him.
- Hey, sis. - Hey. Thanks for coming.
Well, last time you said that to me, you were throwing me out.
Well, now I'm inviting you in.
Like a vampire.
God, I hope not.
- Where are the girls? - They're at a friend's house.
Listen, I know on the phone
I told you that they've been begging me
to spend time with you, and...
that's true. But before that happens,
you and I need to reach some sort of detente.
A cessation of hostilities.
Something like that.
I'm good.
Um, actually, this is...
more of a venting of hostilities.
Listen, I just need to get this out,
because if I don't do this right now,
then it's just gonna come out later in front of the girls
and I can't have that.
On second thought...
Mostly, I, uh...
can't talk about Charles without wanting to cry.
But, um, right now...
all I feel is anger.
Your brother was many things.
The one thing that he wasn't...
he wasn't a fool.
Except, Julius,
when it came to you.
You made him a fool.
You were the only one who could do that. He...
He believed in you. He-he made excuses for you.
He loved you without cause, without hesitation.
And he was there for you
every day of your charmed life.
And when his came to an end...
far too soon...
you couldn't be bothered to pay your respects.
You know, and the thing is that if he were here right now,
I know exactly what he'd do.
He'd forgive you.
Even after that, he'd smile.
He'd say, "Well, that's Julius.
You gotta love Julius."
You selfish jerk.
That's pretty much it.
I was there.
What? Where?
I didn't skip the funeral.
Not exactly.
I drove up from Charlotte.
I sat in front of the church.
I watched you and the girls go in.
I-I-I couldn't get out of the car.
Yeah, I don't know what to say to that.
I think you already did.
I failed you...
and my nieces and him.
And I am sorry.
As pathetic as that is, I just...
I couldn't do it. I just... I couldn't.
All my strength came from my big brother,
and now he's gone.
- I don't know what to do. - Hey.
Oh, I-I know you hate me.
But not more than I hate myself right now.
No, I... Um...
I don't hate you.
I...
I could never hate Charles' brother.
Not when he loved you so much.
God, I... I miss him.
I miss him.
I miss him too.
It's okay.
- Tommy. I... - No.
It wasn't you and it certainly wasn't me.
- I don't know what that was. - That was too much Jack.
- You need to go. - Yeah, yeah, yeah.
Tell-tell the girls...
- Just... I don't know. - Thursday.
What-what are you doing on Thursday?
Uh, n-nothing.
Oh, okay. You're babysitting. I have to work.
Okay.
Did you drive?
Uber.
Wait outside.
This place is so adorable.
I didn't even know it was here.
Thanks.
Thank you for taking the time out to talk to me.
Please.
It's good to see you again, Owen.
So, um, this is your spot. Tell me what's good.
Well, their special is the almond milk Gibraltar,
so I would go with that.
Mm. Gibraltar? What's a Gibraltar?
Uh, equal parts almond milk and espresso.
Comes in a terrific little cup.
It's perfect with a scone,
or, in my case, a large slice of humble pie.
Only a slice?
Sure you don't want a whole pie?
Yeah. Um...
I just want you to know how badly I feel
about the whole mistaken identity kerfuffle
with your ex and your ex-father-in-law.
You mean when you accused me of having an old man fetish?
Oh, yeah, that...
I mean, I-I just feel terrible about how it all went down.
So do I.
You do?
I-I mean, not as bad as you should.
I really like you, Catherine.
I mean, I still really like you.
I really still like you too, Owen.
I can't tell you how happy it makes me
to hear you say that.
I'd like to...
I'd like to give us another shot.
So would I.
Really?
Really.
Well, yee-haw! It's settled!
I'm sorry. She's... She became my girlfriend again.
Uh, I mean...
I... Not quite yet, I'm not.
You just told me that we were dating again.
I said I-I want to date again.
Well, what's stopping you?
Before we do, I think we should discuss
a certain... foible you have.
Foible? What-what kind of foible?
I think you know what I'm talking about.
Well, we've talked about, um...
...my vanity
and my natural fear of growing old.
Do... Wait, do-do I have another?
- There-there is another one. - What is it?
You're really gonna make me say it?
Well, unless you wanna emit it to me telepathically.
It's your anger.
- You have an anger problem, Owen. - Oh, come on.
That is BS. It's BS.
Everybody says that to me, and it is super annoying.
- Mm-hmm. - What?
In the short time I have known you,
you have lost your temper
and sabotaged yourself on multiple occasions.
Yeah, well, I sabotaged us.
Yes, but I own it.
That's why we're here. I own it.
Owen, you need help.
Uh, and there's no shame in admitting that.
I know that.
Okay, then why don't you just do it?
Because I am telling you that I don't need it.
Okay, I'm gonna add another foible to that list.
- Obstreperous. - Obstreperous?
Yes. It means stubborn...
I, I know what it means.
You know what?
I have some foibles for you too, Miss Perfect Pants.
A pushy, nudgy know-it-all.
You're not gonna be having your Gibraltar with me today, are you?
Please don't call me again until you see a therapist.
I do hope you call.
Thank you guys for coming with me.
I know this isn't how you wanted to spend
your Thursday afternoon.
Don't be silly, Al.
We're just so proud of you
that you finally decided to go to therapy.
It's true, Dad.
I can't tell you what it means
to have my family behind me
after all I put you guys through.
Hey, you've been through so much more than we have.
Drive-thru windows and gym bleachers.
- Is our son mocking me? - I believe he is.
Well, I deserve it.
I... I just want you guys to know
what happened in that gym and the whole school
seeing me in my tighty-whities,
that-that was rock bottom.
But this, this today is
the first step towards a better me.
What's this guy's problem?
I'm already going four miles over the speed limit.
Dad, this guy's totally riding our ass.
I know, son. And don't say ass.
- Yeah. - Okay.
Hey, just go around, buddy.
- Just go around. - Can't you let him pass?
Well, I'm trying, but with this traffic...
He-he's gonna kill somebody.
Okay, remember, honey, today is a new day, right?
- Keep calm and carry on. - You're right.
I'm-I'm-I'm keeping calm and carrying on.
- Is that a beer? - Oh.
I think this guy's drinking a beer.
That explains a lot.
Okay, pal, you win. Just go and pass.
Good job, hon.
Good job.
Oh, come on!
He's got a gun!
- Get down and call the police! - Oh, my God!
- Dad, just pull over! - I can't!
Dad, look out!
Judd, Marjan, half-inch line.
Driver's still trapped in the truck.
We tried to pull him out but it got too hot.
Paul, Mateo, get the masks, you're going for the driver.
We heard the whole thing started with road rage.
We heard screaming until a minute ago and then it stopped.
What about the folks in the other vehicles?
A few minor injuries, bumps and bruises.
Nothing serious.
Get ready for a critical burn.
TK, prep the O2 and the EZ iO.
- Yeah, Cap. - I'll get sterile gauze and water.
Alright, and get your trauma shears.
- You're gonna need 'em. - Copy.
Hey.
Hey!
Hey, we need to help over here!
Al?
You better not have been a part of this.
No, no.
We were on our way to therapy.
And this maniac started waving a gun
and tried to drive us off the road.
We didn't do anything.
Witnesses all back that up.
Will you please help my wife and boy.
They need medical attention. My wife, she cut her forehead
and I think Brian broke his wrist.
Alright, Al, I need you to listen to me.
There are more ambulances on the way, alright?
But right now, my crew's priority
is the man in that truck.
Wait, wait.
You mean the guy who tried to kill my family?
I know you're upset. I don't blame you but I need to step back, okay?
I'll get you help as soon as I can get there.
We're gonna need another line on this.
Alright, guys, get in there.
Thanks, guys. We'll take it from here.
Nancy, start cutting his clothes off of him.
TK, get him on a LIFEPAK. Start a line.
Bolus one liter of LR.
- Copy. - Alright, airway seems clear.
He sucked back a lot of that smoke.
Nancy, how's he looking?
I'm seeing a few third-degree burns,
but it's looking like his clothes got the brunt of it.
Alright, TK, how about his vitals?
Not good, Cap.
I think he's going into respiratory arrest.
Pulse is thready.
He's going into cardiac arrest, Cap.
Alright, pushing epi.
Nancy, start compressions.
Come on, dude.
Hey, I got a pulse.
Wha... What the hell happened to me?
Sir, you were in an accident.
But you're lucky today because you're gonna be okay.
Nancy, get him on oxygen.
- Great save, EMS. - You too, Fire.
Nice and easy.
Alright.
Watch your step.
Hey, hey, be careful. It's hot.
That guy and his family said this guy had a gun.
But I don't see anything.
Hey. It's Al, right?
I recognize you from the drive-thru and the gym.
Well, I recognize you too,
but, uh, I-I don't recall your name, son.
It's Mateo.
So, um, tell me, is...
is this guy gonna make it?
Yep.
Looks like he's gonna pull through.
Okey-dokey then.
Al!
Gun!
Nancy! TK!
Are you hit?
No. Just the patient.
- Why? - He hurt my family.
Hey. So, um...
I know there's not a lot I could say
about what happened out there tonight. Um...
It shouldn't have happened.
But it's nobody's fault.
Except the one person who's responsible.
So I don't want anybody leaving this house
thinking about was there
something more that you could have done.
'Cause there wasn't.
Alright?
I know some of you are gonna
play it around in your mind anyway,
so I would advise you...
resist.
I'm incredibly proud of how you all behaved in the field today.
All of you.
It was admirable,
as it always is with this team.
Oh. My-my bad.
I wasn't paying attention.
Oh, it's alright, neither was I.
Hey, uh...
How are you holding up?
I'm alright.
My right ear won't stop ringing,
but Cap says it should pass soon, so...
Oh, that's great.
That it's gonna pass. Um...
It's good.
Nancy?
Yeah.
How are you, really?
I keep thinking about that patient.
He looked right at me when he died, like I let him down.
I was the one that was making small talk with the shooter.
I didn't even know that he had a gun in his hand the whole time.
- I'm so stupid. - It's not on you.
It's not on any of us.
I know.
Uh, Nancy?
Yeah.
Do you wanna get coffee?
Yeah. I do.
Good.
Oh, good times. Good times.
I got up on the stage just shucking and jiving.
I felt like I was gonna puke.
But you don't get nervous?
No. No, no, no. Not anymore.
But this was my first open mike, so I was more than nervous.
I was petrified.
If I hadn't been frozen in that spot in terror,
I would have ran away.
But you didn't.
I couldn't.
Because I had to save your dad.
Save him?
Yes, ma'am.
Because I refused to go up,
he gets up himself,
takes the mike, cool as you like,
and starts singing "Lean on Me," a cappella.
People just stopped what they're doing.
They couldn't believe what they were hearing.
I didn't know our dad could sing.
Oh, no, he couldn't.
He was terrible.
Like cats screaming in an alley terrible.
The whole place was booing and hissing and...
He just gets louder and louder.
And finally, he calls me on the stage and asks me
to help him on the piano.
So I run up on the stage, start to play, to sing.
And before you know it, the place starts going crazy.
Your dad set the bar so low for me,
it was impossible to fail.
That's so funny.
Our mom never told us that story.
Because she probably never heard it.
Okay, chicas, time to go to sleep now.
Maybe you can see him in your dreams.
Do you?
All the time.
Night-night.
Good night, Uncle Julius.
I love you.
I love you too.
Sleep tight.
Hey.
I didn't hear you come in.
Treading softly is an underrated mom skill.
As if you weren't intimidating enough.
To be honest, I thought I was gonna walk into a disaster,
but, um, the place is immaculate.
Thanks for letting me have this time with them, Tom.
They love their Uncle Julius.
And you're right, I-I did not know that story.
Boy, it sounds just like him.
Well, I'm sure you have a few stories of your own.
Not nearly enough.
Tom, about what happened before...
Except it didn't.
And it will never happen again.
No, most assuredly not.
I'll call my Uber and I'll be outside.
Or you can stay.
We have a guest room.
You can come and go as you like for as long as you're in town.
You can see your nieces as much as you want.
And maybe...
maybe you can share a few more stories.
Are you sure that's what you want?
I was sure the minute I walked in here and I heard them laughing.
It would be lovely
having Charles' whole family under one roof.
Yes.
I want that.
And I'm pretty sure he would too.
Yeah.
Me too.
Thanks for seeing me. I know it's been a while.
It has.
What's going on, Owen?
Rage.
I have rage.
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