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Okay. I... well,

I'll just take his, too.

No use letting it go to waste.

Can you, um...

Get the table runner

from the hall closet,

and, uh, just put it

on the side table.

I think we're gonna do

gifts and cards over there.

Yes, ma'am.

Ooh, sorry.

David.

God, between you and Carla,

you're gonna give me

a heart attack.

You know, I didn't

even hear you come in.

I don't know.

Anyway, I'm just so glad

that you're back.

I really, really want this

to go well.

Lucy has been having

such anxiety,

and I'm just really

hoping that this

brings her out of her shell.

Do you know her therapist

says that she gets her anxiety

from watching me?

Me?

Can you believe it?

I mean, the nerve.

It's just... anyway,

it doesn't matter.

She's gonna be so glad

that you made it.

David?

David...

Mom!

Mommy!

Where are you?

Hi.

I'm right here, panda.

Good morning.

Happy birthday.

It's my birthday.

I know. I know.

It is your birthday.

I had an accident.

Oh, no. Oh, Luce,

what happened?

It's gonna be okay.

All right?

Everything's gonna be okay.

You're gonna be okay.

All right.

Okay. We'll just...

Go find another costume.

There we go.

Scary ghost.

It's not scary at all.

I look stupid.

Sweetheart,

you don't look stupid.

You look great.

I think it's

gonna really be scary.

Boo!

There you go.

Got me, scary ghost.

Ohh.

Why don't you go find Carla

and show her?

Now I am a dead girl.

Whoo! Whoo!

Whoo! Whoo!

Whoo...

Oh, David...

You idiot.

Did you find them?

Yes, dear.

I told you I would.

I don't know

why you keep hiding things

in daddy's office.

You know how he gets

when we touch his things.

I know. Where's mom at?

Probably straightening

a painting somewhere.

Huh?

Come on.

Let's go outside

and finish that drawing.

It's too nice outside

to be in this stuffy house.

Oh, my god.

Mary?

Mary?

Mary?

Are you in there?

Carla told me

you were futzing around

back here.

Mare?

I just need to speak with you

for a moment, dear.

I know you're busy

with the party prep and all.

Mare?

Mary?

Oh, there you are.

Hi, Madeleine.

Hi. Good morning.

What are you doing down there?

Oh, I was just, uh...

Fixing the carpet.

What have you got back there?

Something big

for Lucy's birthday, no doubt.

You know Tilly Anderson

from across the street?

They got her daughter Gwinnifer,

- that little chubby thing...

- Yes.

They had a designer in Europe

build her a Princess coach bed

complete with flat-screen TV

built in.

Like she needs

to be laying around

in front of the TV any more

than she already does.

Poor thing, bless her heart,

she's gonna have

a rough go of it

come junior high.

I told Tilly

she needs to get her

into that new Pilates

for preteens class

over on Fairmont.

What can I... what can

I do for you, Madeleine?

Well, it's just I know

that it's Lucy's birthday today,

and I know that

my stepdaughters are away

at that new boarding school

in Vermont, you know,

in sunny hill. Very exclusive,

very hard to get into.

But it's just

the entire neighborhood,

it seems to be talking

about this party, so...

Would you like to come

to the party, Madeleine?

Oh! Why, that'd be lovely, dear.

- Thanks so much for the invite.

- Yeah. Okay.

You know, last month,

the Gibsons over on Chestnut...

- No.

- They had a deejay,

an entire magic-themed

fun house.

Oh, gosh.

Are you doing anything special

for Lucy?

It's just her friends and cake.

- Oh.

- So, mm-hmm.

Well, let me know if you

want me to get anything.

It's really no trouble. There's

a designer cupcake place...

All right, see you in a bit.

Over by where

I get the cats washed.

Okay. Just...

Just let me know. Thanks, dear.

F***.

Oh, Madeleine,

for the love of...

What the...

Well, hey, I wasn't done yet.

I got, like,

three more verses to go.

I'll give you $200 for the suit.

Well, nah, just hit play, and...

I'm not... I'm not Lucy, okay?

Lucy's my daughter,

so you don't have to worry.

I think it's gotta be Lucy.

You're not listening.

300. You want 300?

Ah, there's a down payment

on the suit,

and I got a thing

this afternoon.

- I...

- $1,000.

$1,000 and two ounces

of medical marijuana

from my knee surgery last year.

Mom!

Mom, where are you?!

They're here! They're here!

They're here!

Come on! Come on!

Where are you?

They're here! Party time!

Just a minute, darling.

I'm coming.

Wait.

How are we gonna know

if it is or if it

isn't the right way?

I have an internal compass

that has failed me never.

Wait.

So the white scorpion

is the dangerous one?

Just look out for

translucent scorpions.

I feel like all scorpions

are probably dangerous.

Yeah, I mean, they all hurt,

but the lighter

the color the scorpion,

the more dangerous it is.

I wouldn't even worry

about the black ones.

Just watch your step.

Paul, I feel like

you do this to me all the time.

Like when we were kids

and you told me that...

The spider

was gonna bite me in the face

and then lay eggs

and then these baby spiders

were gonna hatch out of my skin

in the middle of the night.

'Cause that sh*t happens.

No, it doesn't.

I didn't sleep for

a week. That's not even cute.

That happened to

Jamie Preston's brother

in the fifth grade.

- Hand to god.

- Jamie Preston?

That was the kid with the rash?

No, that was his cousin.

Whew!

Whoo hoo hoo hoo hoo!

Whoo!

Huh?

Oh, my god.

This is so f***ing epic.

Right?

This is why you guys

should let me do

the planning every year.

Paul, we'd end up

in a strip club in Vegas.

Some booze cruise in Louisiana.

Yes, how good was that,

though? Seriously?

Wow. We're really

high up here.

- Don't fall.

- - Stop!

That's not funny!

Oh, babe, relax.

I had you.

Why would you do that?

Because I had her,

so it was a great joke.

Baby, are you seriously mad?

Whoo!

Right?

- Yeah.

- Yeah.

You want a picture?

- Yep.

- Okay.

Okay.

What are you doing?

- I'm just...

- Just be normal.

Be normal.

Ah, it's just really hot,

and you know

I'm afraid of heights.

Since when?

What do you mean, "since when"?

Since forever.

- I'm sorry.

- I'm, like, tired,

and I'm communing with nature.

- Okay. Okay.

- I have, like, one mo...

What are you looking at?

Oh, my god!

- Is it a scorpion?!

- No!

I hate scorpions.

- Is it white?

- Ow!

- I'm sorry.

That time,

I wasn't f***ing with you.

- You okay?

- She's fine.

Seriously something

creepy on this wall.

- What happened?

- Yeah, I'm fine.

Look.

Oh, my gosh.

Ah, cool.

What does it mean?

"Get off my lawn"?

No, they paint them

into the walls

to mark their territory.

Ooh. Like ancient gang signs.

Who's they?

Indians?

Paul, it's "native American."

That's the...

What you're supposed to say.

Older than that,

predates native Americans

for sure.

That looks like blood.

- Yikes.

- Gross.

Well, all righty.

Time to get moving

if we're gonna get back by dark.

Wait. Wouldn't people

native to America

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