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with us it's... bad things happen...

and we make the best of them.

That's right.

That's what we do.

Randy.

I'm leaving you.

You gonna miss me?

About as much as you gon' miss me.

Randy, don't underestimate yourself.

I've...

actually grown quite attached to you.

All this time together...

this is how you say goodbye?

Well...

Somehow...

I know that you won't forget me.

Most people don't.

Have you been to Florida?

Oh, my God, you have to go.

- I would like to.

- Have you been to Florida?

Hey, Miranda, come here.

You've got to look at this.

Yeah, what is that?

She just got back from her vacation

in Orlando. Show her.

I swam with the dolphins.

Poor sharks, no one

ever wants to swim with them.

Here are the two kids at the Magic

Kingdom. That was super fun.

- They got their faces painted.

- Cute! How old is he?

- He's like, four.

- Oh, so cute.

- Don't you have a vacation coming up?

- You should really go to Orlando.

I... Florida in the summertime?

It seems redundant.

- Where are you going, then?

- Canada?

I'm staying home, actually.

You can't stay home. It's your vacation.

What's the point?

It's where my house is,

and I'm still working on it.

And I'm gonna finish it

once and for all.

She needs to find a man. Right?

Miranda Wells?

- Do y'all know Miranda?

- That's me.

Thank you.

- Who's it from?

- Oh, just my dad. You know how he is.

Did she say from her dad?

Did you... did you get

the flowers I sent?

I got 'em.

They were just delivered. At my work.

You don't like 'em?

That's all I could afford right now.

The flowers are not the problem,

William. They're fine.

It's having them delivered

at my workplace is the problem.

Oh, yeah, you don't want them

knowing about us?

Not that there's an us. I'm sorry.

- Stop saying you're sorry.

- Well, I just want to stay in touch.

You could've written.

You could've called.

I could?

Yeah, I thought I made that clear

last time I visited.

Well, I just...

figured maybe you were just saying that.

No, 'cause when I say something

I mean it.

I hope the same goes for you.

- William?

- Yeah, yeah, yeah.

Sorry, you...

cut out. What'd you say?

Doesn't matter.

F***!

Miranda?

William! You're here.

I promised I'd come.

You didn't believe me?

No, I did, I did.

I just didn't expect you so soon.

- Sorry.

- It's okay.

Just anxious to fix things.

Well, then let's get started.

One minute.

I'm gonna go get something to drink.

You want some lemonade?

Homemade.

That sounds really good.

Thank you.

Wait, let me. I'll take that.

I got it, thanks.

Here?

I... wanted to come back and...

fix this hole here.

If you'd let me.

I insist.

So...

I'll see you?

You'll see me.

All right.

No, just give me some Elmer's glue

and a straight head, and...

well, I'll make you

something really good.

You're as stubborn

as gum on carpet, Mitchell.

If you pull those strings with Mr. Simmons

you can be as old school as you want.

I'll tell you something. It's Simpson.

And Jerry... Jerry's gonna

give you what you want.

- He'll give you your second story.

- Thank you, Mitchell.

Welcome!

Hey...

- I need some paint.

- Okay.

- To match this color.

- Yeah, how much you need?

I figure a gallon'll do.

Fix a porch ceiling.

- Big hole in it.

- Okay. I'll get you set up.

Okay, that's $21.15.

Okay.

It's just five cents more.

Mitchell?

Miranda!

- Miranda!

- Daddy!

What the hell are you thinking about?

- What are you talking about?

- That son of a b*tch!

When did he get out?

How does he have the nerve to get out

- and show his face within 100 miles of here.

- Daddy, calm down. Calm down.

I am calmed down!

He's a lowlife scumbag, Miranda.

Has he been over here?

- No.

- Tell me the truth.

Then what is this, Miranda?

This is a chip of paint.

He brought it into the shop.

It matches that ceiling.

Daddy, listen, okay?

William's been here.

- Please... don't say that name around me!

- Okay, I'm sorry! I'm sorry.

He raped you, Miranda, right here

in this house! He raped you.

I know that, Daddy.

And I'm not forgetting it.

I'm letting him fix things. Okay?

He wants to fix things.

This... Miranda, this can't be fixed!

It can't be undone, Daddy, but I'm trying

to figure out a way to move on.

- And this is how you do it?

- Tell me right way, Daddy.

I don't know. You know...

You want me to sit and cry

in therapy for 10 years

writing in some goddamn journal

about my feelings?

That's not me.

It'd be like drowning in a puddle.

I'd be dying by inches.

You want me to hate him forever?

That hurts no one but me.

I'm tired of hurting.

Miranda, there are

other options than that.

Other options than having your rapist

over for dinner!

He's fixing the porch, okay?

We're not over here sipping tea, Daddy.

He f***ing stays on the porch.

He's fixing the f***ing porch!

- Well, I can fix the porch!

- But I need him to fix it.

Okay, that's what I need.

I don't know you.

I don't know you.

You didn't show up.

I did actually, I just...

- Just didn't stay.

- You were here?

Yeah. I was across the street.

I saw your dad.

I heard him, too.

I figure...

I best not stick around.

In fact...

I'm not sure it's such a good idea to...

to come around, period.

You still there?

Listen. I know my dad...

an outburst like that he'll either sleep

or work for two weeks straight.

He won't be back any time soon.

Yeah, I just don't want

to cause more harm.

You know, I feel like I've done

enough of that for a lifetime.

What do you think?

I think you're afraid

of a 70-year-old man.

I wasn't sure you'd still come.

I said I would.

Oh, sh*t.

- What?

- Sorry, I forgot the paint.

It's okay, we have other things to do.

You want a drink before we get started?

Yeah, I'd appreciate that.

I was thinking I might just try

this carpenter thing. Full time.

What'd you say?

I was just saying I could...

get used to this.

Too sweet?

- No, it's perfect.

- Good.

Can I... give you a hand?

Sure.

You're dripping.

Sh*t.

I'm sorry about that.

Something wrong?

I don't know, my...

My stomach's just feeling

a little messed up.

What'd you eat today?

Just some clam chowder.

That'll do it.

Look, I'm so... I'm sorry about this.

Can I maybe just...

use your bathroom?

Just lie down for a minute?

- Could you go home?

- No, I don't think I can make it home.

Look, maybe if I just...

If I just get where it's cool inside.

I'm just... I'm sorry,

I'm really not feeling too well.

It's okay.

Okay.

Sure.

You can come in.

Well...

Hey, you.

What happened?

You passed out.

Thank you.

You are so pretty.

- Thank you, William.

- Look at you...

taking such good care of me.

It's the thing we have

in common, remember?

- Yeah, I fix things.

- Exactly, and I fix people.

You know what's wrong with me?

Of course I do.

Yeah?

You're a rapist, William.

That's what's wrong with you.

Miranda. Hey!

What the f***...

What the f*** is...

What are you doing?

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