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to, uh, pick my kids up

from school?

Alright. I have to go.

You f***in' b*tch!

You goddamn selfish

f***in' crazy b*tch! I knew it!

I f***in' knew you would do

something like this to me.

I gave you f***in' everything

and this is how

you say thank you?

You f***in' b*tch, you b*tch!

You b*tch!

Jed, hey!

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.

Heh-heh.

- 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.

Alright.

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.

Bye.

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.

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...

-guys!

- 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?

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?

Jill!

- 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 f***?

- 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.

Yep.

He better not tell anyone.

- What?

- He better not tell anyone,

did you see... sh*t?

Like on his face.

- Jesus Christ, bill.

My sister is down there

covered in sh*t!

- 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 sh*t,

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.

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