Another Happy Day Page #2

I know that, Bonnie,

but everything will be fine.

Can't she come any earlier?

No, she can't.

She has things to do.

And... and this way,

Lee doesn't have

to drive down tomorrow.

Lee is driving?

I thought he always hired a car.

Bonnie, please.

I just got here.

- Don't get all worked up, Lynn.

- I'm not getting worked up.

I'm just asking.

Could we please not

get into a whole thing?

I'm not getting

into a whole thing!

Hey, ladies.

Can't we just get along?

Hey, who was it

that said that?

- The guy... the police beating.

- Black guy.

He's blind.

Who?

The dog.

Pinky bones.

Thank Christ.

What a gift from god.

If the dog could see his outfit,

he'd f***ing immolate himself.

My mom designed

that outfit.

She opened up a business.

Well, that's what she said.

I think it's a good idea.

Trying to be supportive.

Oh, this poor dog.

That's f***ing fashion.

It's a dog, man.

That's abusive.

That's what I've always

said about Lynn.

She has to make

everything about her

And her family and her

problems and their issues.

It's not about her,

it's about Dylan.

It's his wedding.

He wants her at

the wedding, right?

He wants Alice

at the wedding.

And she has her therapist

so she can talk to Paul.

I mean, who goes to a therapist

to talk to their ex-husband?

I don't know why you ask me

these kinds of questions.

Well, 'cause Elliot's

doctors just wanted...

No, there isn't.

So nobody in your family

had any history of depression,

Or obsessive

compulsive disorder...

- No. No.

- ... Severe an...

Well, where'd he come from, mom?

The planet Mars?

Oh, maybe so.

But didn't dad's dad

have some kind of a...

Didn't he drink heavily?

Well, yeah,

but that was, you know.

Did he die of drinking?

No, of course not.

He, um, you know.

He...

What?

He shot himself.

He shot himself?

Yeah.

Well, I'd say

that's something.

It was a different time, Lynn.

It was during the depression.

A lot of people

shot themselves.

You know, I wasn't

crazy about Sweden

I mean, it was...

it was freezing.

Really? Even in June?

Yeah, you know, maybe it was

Just my preconceived

notions of Sweden.

Pro... probably.

It's probably just

psychosomatic.

- I have anxiety.

- Careful.

I'm on medication.

Well, we all know that.

...Limited spectrum of our

intellect and what we are.

Our ancestors struggled

and fought and died...

Oh, no f***ing way.

It's gonna be weird, like,

meeting mom's ex-husband.

I guess so.

I've never even, like,

seen a picture of him before.

I did.

Well, what's he look like?

Kind of generic.

Know who he looked like?

He looked like T.J.

Our old babysitter.

But didn't Paul used to be,

like, physically abusive?

Yeah, I think so.

So are you gonna,

like, kick his ass?

Ben... Ben, why would

I kick his ass?

I don't know.

'cause he, like,

used to hit mom and sh*t?

Yeah.

I've hit mom before.

Come on.

F***.

Alice, are you sure you feel

strong enough to come down here?

No. Okay, okay.

Okay, I'm just asking.

No, no, that will be fine.

I am just going to talk

to Paul very calmly.

I'm gonna do just what

Dr. Marcus said to.

Why would there be a fight?

It's just going

to be me and Paul

And that... that therapist

whose profile we saw online.

Don't worry, Alice.

Exactly, exactly.

That's the plan.

That's all. That's the plan.

Jesus f***.

Dude, I gotta drop a deuce!

Oh, sh*t.

Donna, go ask your father

what he wants for breakfast.

Come on, come on.

Let's go see.

Let's go see.

Let's go see what

granddad wants.

- Say hello, granddaddy!

- Oh, hi, baby.

Hey. Daddy, what do you

want for breakfast?

A bowl of life.

Ah, we're all out of life.

Oh.

Are you crying?

- No, no, no. That, it's...

- are you sure?

Yes.

Okay, well, what do you

want for breakfast?

Pancakes. Well done.

Okay, come on.

Who's a stinky pinky?

Say I'm a stinky pinky.

Boo-do-boo-do-boo. Yay.

I think daddy's been crying.

Was he watching

"The Price is Right"?

Yeah.

It's that darn home

defibrillator

Commercial they

always play.

It just makes him

so emotional.

Did he say what he

wants for breakfast?

Delicious. Mmmm.

Yeah, pancakes. Well done.

Have you eaten?

No, I have to go get ready.

For what?

I'm... I'm gonna go see Paul.

Oh. I just don't get it.

What don't you get, mom?

I think you're just

asking for trouble.

I don't understand why we

can't just have a nice time.

Mom, I...

You always have to stir

the pot, don't you?

What're you doing

in my bathroom?

I was just

dropping a deuce.

- A what?

- A deuce.

Like, deuce deuce,

which is, like,

Gangsta rap for tony 2 pistol,

But subtract one deuce

and you just get 2?

Like, the number?

Dropping a number 2?

Taking a poop?

What is wrong with you?

Well, I was

diagnosed with...

I know what you were

diagnosed with, Ben.

I'm your mother.

Is it my genes?

Is it my...

Am I a bad mother?

Well, actually,

I was thinking about it,

And both Elliot

and I have problems,

So I was wondering if it was

dad's genes, you know?

But then Alice is

also f***ed up, so...

Don't cuss, Ben.

Sorry, I won't, but, like,

The only one who

is normal is Dylan.

And you didn't raise

him, like, at all.

So I concluded that

it must be you.

'cause, like, you're the

only common denominator.

I love you so much.

Come here.

Give me hug.

Did you wash your hands?

Mmm-hmm.

Okay, go ahead.

I'm... I'm on my way now.

- Bye. Uh-huh.

- Bye.

Ben, will you come take these

to your grandfather, please?

You know this whole

well done pancake thing,

It's just been in the

last two weeks.

His whole life, he liked

them golden and fluffy.

Now he wants them blacker than

the lady on the syrup bottle.

mom, you are

such a southern girl.

Don't tell anyone

I said that.

Whatever, you're, like, twice

as old as civil rights anyway.

Just take a tile, Donna.

Sorry, sorry, sorry.

So was granddaddy still crying

when you went in there?

I don't know.

He wasn't there.

All right, blood.

Come on to the head.

Granddad?

Granddad's not here.

Whatever.

Daddy, you in here?

Oh.

Sorry.

Okay, sorry.

Hello, Lynn.

I'm Dr. Stanwyck.

It's nice to meet you.

Come on in.

Thanks.

- Hello, Lynn.

- Hey.

- You look great.

- Thank you.

Hi, Lynn.

Hi. I didn't realize that...

Of course, don't be silly.

Why wouldn't I be here?

You did say that this

was a family crisis.

Yeah, I told Paul

it was pressing.

Exactly.

Let's all sit down.

So as Lynn explained

to me over the phone,

Your son, Dylan...

Our son.

Our son.

Right, right.

I understand.

Dylan and Alice are the

children you and Paul had, Lynn.

Now, Dylan has asked Alice

To be the maid of honor

at his wedding, Sunday.

Is that right so far?

- Yes.

- That's right, that's right.

And, um, Alice...

It's not a very easy time

for her right now.

So, I was thinking that

it'd be a good idea

If Paul and I could, um,

Talk through some issues

before she came down on Friday.

Daddy!

Daddy!

Where are you?

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