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F***in' sh*t.

Who's that for?

Brandon.

It's your mother.

Remember me?

Hi, Mom.

Grandma, it's Emmie!

Grandma? Hi.

Hi...

Oh, hey, sweetheart!

How are you?

I didn't know you

were coming home.

Who was that

that dropped you off?

What brings you home?

I saw a man in the car...?

I was just out for an evening

stroll, all by my lonesome.

I just saw you get

out of the car.

Graham with you?

Hi, Emmers.

Hi.

What

do you say we have a real drink?

I don't think we've ever

really had a beer together.

Since Brandon

came home, or...

I should say... when your

father dragged his butt

away from that girl,

we haven't kept any booze

of any kind in the house.

Brandon has a severe

alcohol problem.

I also think that he's

clinically depressed.

Wow.

I guess I haven't talked to him

in a while.

I tell you what... when he

and your father get home,

you spend a little time with him

and tell me if you disagree.

Okay. I will.

You know, I'm not going to

ask you why you came home.

And I'm not going to ask

you why you left messages

with Brandon, specifically

telling him not to let

your father and I know that

you were coming up.

And I'm not going to ask you

why Graham isn't with you.

Thank you.

Thanks, honey!

Here you are.

It's okay, Marty,

I'll throw it on your tab.

Oh, uh...

That's fine. Thanks.

Hi.

Hi.

Oh, my God.

Honey...

Hey...

Why, in God's name,

would you take him

to a strip club, of all places?

Gail, we have been over this.

We've been over what?

I am free to go there

whenever I want to.

You may remember that you

agreed to this arrangement.

I never agreed to let you

take our alcoholic son

to a strip club!

I just thought he could

use some... stimulation.

I don't think he's seen

a girl in-in weeks.

You took our alcoholic son

to a bar!

It's not a bar!

It's a club!

They don't sell alcohol!

You expect me to believe

that they don't sell alcohol

at a strip club?

Do you think I'm an idiot?

Topless places, yeah,

as much booze as you want.

But this place is prohibited

by law from selling alcohol,

because it is not topless.

It is fully nude.

You can only order juice.

And they have tons of choices.

You do think I'm an idiot...

It's, like, any moment,

no matter what

I'm thinking about,

sometimes I don't think I'm

thinking about anything at all,

all of a sudden, I'm f***in'

bawling like an infant

and I can't stop.

Mom thinks you're drinking

because you're depressed.

Yeah.

Hm.

Yeah, Mrs. Web, MD,

has shared that theory with me,

like, a thousand times.

Mm.

Well, what do you think?

I don't know, I mean...

Been having a hard time.

Yeah?

Yeah.

Like...

before Mom and Dad made me

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