Bitch Page #5

- Who was that?

- Okay, Annabelle, listen.

I know we shared something,

but it wasn't real.

Don't ever contact me or

ever come near my family again.

Okay?

Beth?

Beth! Hey. Please wait, wait.

Okay.

That was Annabelle. That was

the girl I had an affair with.

She showed up

completely unannounced

and I told her to go home.

- I can't believe

I f***ing trusted you.

- You still can.

- No! I know how Jill feels.

Now, I know how she feels.

- You still can trust me.

You still can trust me.

I never should have done it.

It was a terrible mistake.

It's over. We need to stay

on the same team here.

- Don't lie.

I'm on Jill's f***ing team.

I know why she did this.

I know why this happened to her.

I understand, bill.

I f***ing know why!

I understand, understand

why you don't want anyone

to f***ing see her

because you f***ing

did this to her!

You f***ing cornered my sister!

You f***ing crushed her!

You f***ing stifled, then you

muzzled my f***ing sister

until she had

no other alternative

than to turn herself

into a f***ing dog!

- Beth, please don't do this.

- We need you. Okay?

We need you.

- Oh, I know you f***ing do.

I know you f***ing do

because you are worthless!

I do everything around here.

I dress the kids.

I take them to school, I clean

the house, I do the laundry.

I do the dishes. I-i,

I even pick up the groceries.

You know what, I know, I know

what she is feeling, I know

because she's your f***ing wife

which is a full-time,

thankless f***ing job!

- Mom, dad!

- Dad!

- Dad!

- Oh, no!

- Jill!

- Jill!

- Jill!

- Sissy!

- Whoa, whoa.

- It's okay.

- Jill!

- Jill!

Jill!

- Jill!

- Oh.

- Hello!

- Is that Jill?

- No. Is that...

- Jill.

- Jill.

- Jill.

- Jill. Thank god. Okay.

- Oh, god.

- Thank god. Thank god.

- Come on. Come on, come on.

- Get her up. Let's go.

- Come on.

- Come on. Oh, my god. No.

- Jill?

- Okay. Cover her.

- Okay. Sure. Yeah.

- Okay.

You don't have to show him.

You don't have to show him.

- Okay. Okay.

- It's the game of trust.

- It's okay. Mom's back.

"Big house in the sun-kissed

Santa Clara valley.

"Judge Miller's place,

it was called.

"It stood back from the road

"half-hidden among the trees

through which glimpses

could be caught..."

What a night!

You want a beer, Brian?

- Uh... I don't,

I don't drink, bill.

I'm in AA.

You know that.

I've talked to you

about me being sober, a lot.

- I-i know now. I know.

- My parents filed...

A petition

for legal guardianship of Jill.

We're taking you to court, bill.

Did you hear me?

- You're taking me to court?

- Yeah. Um...

We all talked it over

and we think that...

Jill should come live with us

for a while and...

It-it'll be good for you because

of everything that's going on

with the kids

and-and-and with your finances

it'll give you

an opportunity to...

Get back on your feet.

- Jill's not going anywhere.

- Well, this'll be

good for you, brother.

It's gonna give you some space

to find your power again.

- Actually, you know what would

be even better for me, Brian,

is if you let me take you

to my hairdresser's tomorrow

and we cut all that sh*t

off your head.

- Body hair is healthy.

And you've never loved anything

in its organic state. I know.

Maybe by doin' all this,

Jill's...

doin' you a favor.

- Oh, really? Oh. Hmm.

H-how-how so?

- Well, she's showing you

that contrary to your

entire f***ing life...

You're actually

a wild person, too.

Dogs are like that.

They're free.

- What're you talkin' about?

- I'm talkin' about letting go.

You can't control everything.

This...

This is the life you're living

and maybe it's the life

you're supposed to be living.

- This is the life

that I'm supposed to live?

With my wife

in the f***ing basement

acting like a dog

with sh*t everywhere?!

This is, this is what

it was all supposed to be.

This is part of the big plan!

- There will be mediation.

You should have

a lawyer present.

- We're gonna have one, so...

- Just get out of my house.

Get the f*** out!

This isn't right.

- I'm sorry.

- We are here to ascertain

who can best take care of Jill

in the condition

she's currently in.

- This is about

what's best for her, bill.

We love you all very much.

The kids throw food down at her.

They are confused

they're-they're disoriented,

they're terrified.

- The kids are adjusting

and, uh, and they love her.

And you know that.

Of course.

I know that, bill.

- Okay.

- Look, I-it's apparent

that you cannot do this alone.

Let us share

in this burden together, okay?

- I-i-i have been taking

the kids to school.

We've been having dinner

together. It's...

It's been an understandable

learning curve

but I'm-I'm getting it.

- I'm sorry, bill.

We have to do what's best...

- okay. I, I know

what you all think of me.

And-and I admit, it's true.

I did not do right by Jill

before, okay?

But, but, but they're right.

Um, after the first kid

I didn't change one diaper.

I didn't...

I-I don't know

any of their teachers' names.

Jill knew all that stuff.

She knew everything.

She thought it all out for me.

She would leave little

crumbs for me, she, she...

She would whisper in my ear

at a cocktail party.

If someone was c-coming up

to me, she would say, "Malcolm"

or-or whatever so I could say,

"hey, Malcolm."

She, uh, she fed me

she bought my clothes.

Uh, when my dad was still alive

she would be the one

to get him gifts from me.

She'd write the tag,

"love, bill."

Uh, she'd get all the kids

gifts, you know?

All of a sudden it would be

another one of their birthdays

and... she'd have it

taken care of

and she got

all your guys' gifts.

She even...

Ah. This is the worst part.

She, uh...

On her birthday or on Christmas

she would pick out her own gift

from me

wrap it, right the tag,

put it under the tree

and on Christmas morning

I would be sittin' there

eggnog, robe on, watchin'

everybody open their gifts

and, uh, she would come up

and kiss me and...

thank me.

Just kiss me on the cheek and...

thank me for her gift.

"From bill."

And you know what I would do?

I would f***ing...

I would say, "you're welcome."

And, uh, that was the deal.

It was a pretty good deal.

- Bill, you could fix

something here.

Now, we can do this

through the courts

or we can do it right now...

as a family, together.

- If Jill can come

and be with you and the kids

once every two weeks

and later on it could be more.

- Yes.

- Right?

- Well, I'm-I'm-I'm without

my wife anyway now, you know?

I mean, I'm,

I'm basically alone, you know?

- We know that, darling, we know

but we do care about you.

- Bill, you're not alone.

- We are leaving

with Jill today.

Now, you, focus on the kids.

Get away! Come back!

One for you.

And then one for you.

Do you want one?

I want to see if I can give

you a piggyback ride. Hold on.

- Alright.

Hold on. Ah. Okay.

- Alright, Cindy, teach me.

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