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God, I had never even met her before.

It was a blind date.

Oh, God. I've... I've...

I've never seen anyone like that.

Will she... will she be okay?

The man who raped you...

have you seen him before?

Yes.

- Sorry.

- Oh, hey, William.

Hey, Deacon around?

He's in the office, but no one's

been able to get him off the phone.

- I thought you were off tonight, man?

- I just need my money, that's all.

Oh, hey, Deacon. I was hoping I could...

Here's that show

you used to like to watch.

Honey, I'm gonna get something

to drink, okay?

I'll be right back. Right back.

So what you're saying is I have...

I have no buyer.

Now, Miranda, listen, I know

that you are having a very hard time.

So, I can't proceed

on the other house now.

- But you like that house.

- But I wanted a new one.

And now I can't sell my house,

so I can't buy a new one.

I'm just stuck, I have to deal, right?

Well, I'll tell you what,

we can try again in a few months?

A few months? Why? I mean, why bother?

Will I suddenly be un-raped then?

I have an idea.

Rose bushes.

Why don't you plant rose bushes?

- You need some help?

- Oh, Daddy.

- What are you doing here?

- What are you doing there?

You know, you have your mother's nose,

and not much else.

Well, that's what happens

when you give me seed packets

instead of selling my damn house.

Are you sure they're gonna grow

just covered up like that?

You are standing on property

nobody wants.

Or so says Judy, with the bad haircut.

No luck I take it.

Well...

The reason I came over was I thought

maybe we'd go have a bite to eat.

Go to the movies?

- Well, you could've called.

- Well, I did, I tried.

Maybe tomorrow.

How's my favorite sister?

Hey, Miranda!

Nancy, my shift is over.

I know, I know, but...

I need you, it's...

It's an emergency.

Miranda! Come on!

It's only gonna take a second

and it's very important.

We just wanted to give you a little something

before you make your transfer.

We're gonna miss you so much!

Surprise!

- Who wrapped that?

- I did. It's just something I do.

- You made this bow? It's beautiful!

- Super pretty.

Thank you, guys. Thanks.

- Yay!

- Ta-da!

See, now you can just practice

at home. Isn't it great?

Fantastic.

A**hole!

- Miranda.

- Oh, Mrs. Brown.

- Can I speak with you?

- Oh, sure.

- You missed your orientation.

- Oh, I'm sorry.

Sorry doesn't cut it in surgery, Miranda.

Lives are on the line.

- I know.

- Is something wrong?

- No.

- You seem distracted.

Which is not a good thing

in this business.

Actually I'm reconsidering my transfer.

After that last performance

we've already reconsidered it for you.

- Oh, well...

- I'm disappointed, Miranda.

You pushed very hard and very long for

something you appeared to want very badly.

If it were me...

I wouldn't let anything stand in my way.

If it were me I wouldn't walk around

with my tag sticking out.

Here you go, come again.

- Lady, pay attention.

- What?

I'm just telling you to pay attention.

I'm in a hurry here.

Sorry.

What's that?

It's your stuff.

Yeah, thanks.

- Excuse me, you need to pay.

- I paid when I dropped it off.

- I don't have any record of it.

- Well, I have a receipt right here.

Well, I don't know how you can

if I don't have a record of it here.

Give me a minute and I'll show you.

How about you hand me

the items back first, ma'am?

- Excuse me? Are you kidding?

- Lady, I need to leave.

Look, I know I have a receipt.

I even... I wrote it in my check register.

Okay, why don't you let me

wait on him while you're looking?

Because it's my turn, dammit.

Please calm down. All you need

to do is hand me the item and...

And all you need to do

is stuff that fat back in your skirt.

How do you manage that,

being skinny and fat at the same time?

And you know, with breasts like that...

do us all a favor

and wear a f***ing bra.

I think you need to leave.

Like right now.

- Not without my tablecloth.

- Take it.

No. I'm gonna find that receipt,

because I'm not having anyone in this shop

thinking that I didn't pay.

We have an abusive customer down here.

Paid.

We appreciate your business, ma'am,

but I think it's best if you leave.

I bet you do.

You look happy.

Is Mrs. Burke doing better?

No, she's about the same.

- You need help with that?

- Oh, no, I got it.

You're lucky you never smoked.

It's a hard habit to give up.

Yeah, well...

Now I have to watch our for snacking

as a replacement for cigarettes.

Damn you.

This won't do.

No, this won't do at all.

There you go. It's looking good.

- Daddy, what are you doing?

- Well, I thought maybe you'd want this.

- I want an old swing on my new porch?

- Oh, it's not an old swing.

Honey, this is the one you

and your mother used to use.

You really remember things

differently, don't you?

Daddy, the whole point

is to make this place look new.

Right, right. Well, I could paint it.

- Daddy.

- And if it squeaks I can oil it.

Dad.

All right, I'll take it down.

Take it down.

Daddy? Daddy?

- Oh, my God, are you okay?

- I'm fine, I'm fine.

- I'm fine, girl.

- I got you.

- Alright.

- Okay.

- I got you.

- Right, one, two, three.

I got you.

- Thank you.

- What have you done to my porch?

Hey, hey! Sir, wait!

Oh, my.

Critical care unit, Nancy here.

It's for you.

This is Miranda.

I'll be right there.

Will you clean the phone?

- Do you think something bit him?

- I don't know.

- Something poisonous.

- Maybe.

- I tried lifting him, but...

- Did you fall?

A little bit.

- You okay?

- Yeah, I'm alright.

- I'll take care of him.

- You know, he might get mad.

If you want to get better, dog,

you come with me.

You can't be pushy.

You have to let him come to you.

That's okay, I came prepared.

Hospital food!

Come here, Benny.

Hospital food, come here, dog.

There you go. You'll come with me.

- You'll come with me, right?

- Very funny.

Hospital food. Come into the car.

There you go. There you go. Good boy.

Oh, boy.

You wanted to see me, so...

William Finn.

It's you.

I don't think anybody wants to be me.

So yeah.

That's me.

You look different.

I don't get to get out very much.

What made you finally agree to see me?

An impulse.

Like every other stupid decision

I ever made.

You can... you can say

what you came to say.

You expect me to cry?

Scream?

Say dear God, why me?

- Something like that.

- That's not me.

- I just figured from your letter.

- My letter just said I wanted to see you,

it didn't say I had any idea

what I'd do when I got here.

Guess I had to be sure that I could

look you in the eye and not be afraid.

You still live in that same house?

Excuse me?

Well, I remember you told me

you were gonna move.

But your letters, the address,

it's the old house.

Couldn't sell the house.

So I'm making improvements,

making like a new house.

I'm sorry.

I'm sorry.

I was so messed up back then.

Will, let me ask you something.

Sure, anything.

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