Dream House Nightmare

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New floors.

New paint.

Safe neighborhood.

Kenner is one

of the safest cities

in Louisiana.

You would be zoned

in an excellent school

for your girl.

The special ed program

is very good.

There is just

so much light.

All right,

what's the catch? Hmm?

Faulty plumbing

or a leaky roof?

I'm telling you, nothing.

It is completely

move-in ready.

What? Look at this kitchen!

Mm-hmm.

Oh.

Ethan.

What do you think?

Oh, it's--it's okay.

It's got A.C.

Not real happy

about them stairs.

Honey, you're not gonna be

on crutches forever.

My husband,

he fell off a ladder

at his job.

Enough with

the pity party. Damn.

His, um, meds make him

kind of cranky, you know.

But he's in P.T.,

but with the back

and the legs,

it's just real bad.

But you know what we got

a great settlement,

and it's just enough

for me to get my dream home.

Mama!

Hey.

Oh, this yard.

Definitely

a selling point.

Imagine throwing

parties back here.

Ah, I don't know

about parties,

but I could definitely

imagine myself sitting here

and just

watching the sunset.

Mama, look!

Look!

Oh, my--

I see, my love.

Oh, my word.

This is beautiful.

Mom, I can

feel it coming.

Oh. Oh, all right, dear.

All right.

Okay. All right.

You're okay.

You're all right.

You're okay.

It's, um--

It's a petit mal seizure.

She suffers

from them regularly.

Oh. Um...

Look at the tree.

Look at the tree.

Look at the tree.

Here you go.

You're okay.

You're okay.

There you go.

See, she needs

a safe place,

a place full of magic.

I'm ready to make an offer.

Destiny, where's

your other hair clip?

Well,

the owners couldn't ask

for a better offer.

We have one more

showing today, but--

But you'll tell them

about us, right?

I mean, you'll tell them

about my--my daughter,

my husband's struggles?

You'll tell them

that we deserve it?

Well, I will

call you this weekend,

and I'll let you know.

It's a strong offer.

Okay.

Hi.

Well, you're too late.

The house is already mine.

No, no, no.

Come on in,

Mr. and Mrs. Wade.

Come on in.

Okay. Well,

there's the creek.

Holy crap.

My goodness.

They had these for months.

Turn it off.

I want to see

what I found.

Destiny.

Is that candy?

Oh, God.

Destiny, baby,

you can't do this

at the new house.

You gotta do better, baby.

The--The new house,

it's big and it's beautiful

and it's perfect.

Finally, our chance

to get out of this dump

and start fresh.

Madison!

Oh, jeez,

it's--it's full of spit!

How long you been

spitting candy in here?

Will you help me

up the stairs?

I need help!

Will you just

give me a minute?

Oh, jeez.

No, I'm throwing it

away, Destiny.

It's filthy!

But it's mine,

and I want it!

I need help!

Stop it!

It's mine!

I want it!

Destiny, stop!

Can you help me

up the stairs?

Hello.

Yes?

Madison?

Yeah, could you just

hold on a minute?

Just--Stop it!

Madison, you better

not be on that phone!

Give it back! Give--

Give that to me.

Can you hold on just a minute?

Madison,

get off the phone!

Give me this!

Madison,

get off the phone!

Hi. Yes, I'm still here.

Um, please tell me

we got the house.

Please tell me

we got the house.

Yes, I'm--I'm sorry, too.

Mom! Mom!

I want my bear!

Mom, I want it!

Mom!

Madison!

I want my bear!

Mom!

Mom! Mom!

You're working too hard,

and it's too hot out here.

Go inside and sit

in the air conditioning.

In our new home?

We did it.

We did.

Uh-oh!

We caught you!

PDA! PDA!

Hi.

Hi, I'm Pam.

This is my husband, Eddie.

We just live

right over there

down the street.

We're the neighborhood

welcome committee.

I'm Thom.

And I'm Theresa.

So, where y'all from?

L.A. Just transferred

from Cedars-Sinai

to Ocshner Kenner.

Oh, you're a doctor.

I got this mole on my back.

Think you might want

to look at it for me?

Oh, stop!

And who is this?

Either August or Isla.

We don't know yet.

You didn't find out

the sex of your baby?

As long as it's healthy.

Oh, honey,

but how you gonna know

what clothes to buy

or what color

to paint the room?

Sweetie,

that's so impractical.

This must be your first.

No. Um...

Oh, well, I hope you like

my world-famous harvest gumbo.

It's got plenty

of pumpkin spice.

I'm just one of those girls

who loves

her pumpkin spice lattes

and her Uggs in the fall,

even though it is

80 degrees out.

What do they say?

A basic b*tch.

Oh, sorry.

I hate that word.

You don't like

the word "basic"?

Oh, I'm sorry.

No, thank you.

Well, we're gonna let y'all

get back to unpacking.

Welcome to the neighborhood.

Thanks again.

Take care.

Bye.

Bye.

We'll see you later.

Bye. Louisiana's

gonna eat them alive.

Nosy old biddy.

Stop. She's just

trying to be nice.

Who criticizes

a pregnant woman

for being impractical?

And she doesn't know us.

She doesn't know

anything about us

and what we've been through.

Exactly. She doesn't know,

so let's just

give her some grace.

They would have been

three years old now,

running around

in that backyard.

I wish work

didn't start back so soon,

and I wish that I could spend

every second here with you

until the baby comes.

No.

We would kill each other.

Besides, usually

this time of year,

I'm prepping students

for their first round

of testing,

staying late to deal

with parents and IEPs,

and even when I was home,

it was that horrible building,

so I could hear

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