02x10 - The Happiest Girl

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Throw it higher.

They must have had a key. The money
was in this box, under the copier.

No one else was here.

I went to the testimony meeting,
I come back and it's gone.

I assumed you made a deposit.

UEB, Lura speaking. How may I help you?

Bring me the sign-in records from that day
and the logs from all gates.

I want everyone accounted for.

Well, that's just it.
Somebody came in and ripped us off.

That's exactly what happened.

-We need to find them and skin them alive.
-Appreciate it, thank you.

That was the hospital.
Your father's up and talking. He's better.

Thank the Lord.

When Bill told me how happy
Joey said you two were with Kathy...

...I thought, "I'm happy too."

But then I thought,
"Wait, they can't just shack up like that."

-It's sacrilegious.
-Do you think we're moving too fast?

No. But it's good
that you're formalizing the relationship...

...with an announcement ceremony.

Okay, so Kathy's mother's
throwing the party at her house at 7.

-You'll come and help with the buffet at 4?
-Can 't wait.

Now, listen, as long as I have you...

...I'm gonna have some things
sent to you.

Okay. What kind of things?

Just some things for me and the boys
that Bill thought we should have.

You know, that we needed.

But Barb and Margie,
sometimes they get jealous...

...so we thought it'd be better
to have it sent to you.

But you promise
you'll be here tomorrow at 4:00.

You betcha.

You're grounded and I find you sneaking
over the fence. You were with that girl.

-What is happening?
-I'm trying to be myself.

You're not being yourself
by being disobedient. Where were you?

I went out this morning to talk to her.
But she won't even see me.

-You made sure of that.
-Don't you sass us.

-I'm just telling the truth.
-lf I find out you were out all night--

I might wanna have more than one wife.

But you're so ashamed,
you can't handle it.

You only throw around the idea of being a
polygamist because it pushes your mother.

-And you're not my mother.
-Excuse me?

You don't selectively choose
which parts of the Principle you like.

It's a package deal.

-It's plural wives and plural mommies.
-Enough.

Enough. Ben, just go to your room.

Show some respect for your mother.

And if I ever catch you sneaking out again,
I'm gonna come down like a ton of bricks.

-lf I spoke to my mother that way--
-I know, Nicki. Just give it a rest.

It's the Bar Owners
Trade Association Convention.

At the Wendover Elite Hotel and Casino.

Oh, Barb, they have a spa and everything.

How long would we have to go?

Just an overnight. Weber Gaming clients
wanna meet the new owner.

They're all wondering about me.
I wanna reassure them.

Come on.
Maiden voyage for the new venture.

Facials and hot-rock massages?

Barb doesn't need a hot-rock massage.
Do you, Barb?

Maybe not, but she could use
a little break from the routine.

And a chance to see this business
isn't about g*ns or gangsters.

Looks nice.

Honestly, I wasn't joking, Bill...

...when I said I didn't feel comfortable
anymore pretending, out there.

-Being the public wife.
-I'm not asking you to pretend.

I'll introduce you as my wife,
but it doesn't mean you're my only one.

What do you mean?

Honey, this is our chance
to do things differently.

To be more open
about who we really are.

You're not suggesting
we just tell everyone we're polygamous?

Not necessarily...

...but at least it's a middle ground.
It's a start, Barb.

-Well, I don't know what to say.
-Just say you'll go.

Well, if we're not pretending anymore,
why don't you take Nicki instead of me?

I don't need to go.

I'm happy to just pull my weight
here around the house.

-Look, there's a manicure-pedicure special.
-Margie, please.

-No. I'm asking you to get behind this.
-What if I'm not ready?

Then I'm disappointed.

Then I guess we're both disappointed.

-Did you see his face?
-When?

When Barb suggested he take me instead.

He's embarrassed by me.

-Nicki, he didn't look like that.
-Yes, he did.

Completely mortified.

-She's being so stubborn.
-Tough for anyone to accept change.

What are you saying?
Are you on my side or her side?

I'm just saying, you could have asked me.

-You?
-See, you didn't even think of it.

-Would you go if I did?
-Really?

-I know it's probably a boring proposition--
-Boring? No. No, no, no.

Bill, I'd be flattered.

I don't know.
Do you think Barb would mind?

-Why should she mind?
-Well, I don't think she'd be happy about it.

-And what about Nicki?
-Nicki said she didn't wanna go.

How about it?

-Okay.
-Okay...?

Yes. Yes! Yeah!

-When? And for how long?
-Today at 4. For three hours.

-Why?
-It's a personal affair.

A small, private celebration.

Just a three-hour front-gate pass
waiting for me at the north entrance.

Willie, go outside. Papa's working.

-But you've been banished, Nicki.
-No, that's not true.

I've only been banished from the house
and from seeing Mama and Papa.

No one said I was banished
from the entire compound.

If you attempt to enter,
I'll have you arrested.

Alby, you cannot rob me of my birthright.

And you cannot dispossess me
of my heritage.

Just two hours. Please, phone it in.

You said you'd support me at my
testimony meeting. You never came.

So listen carefully, Nicki.

If you attempt to enter,
you will be arrested. You understand?

I tried to come, but Wayne was--

What?

Bill asked me to ask you if you
wouldn't mind looking after my boys.

No.

-For how long?
-Till tomorrow.

I'm going with Bill to Wendover.

-What?
-What?

Margie's going to Wendover.

-Yeah. Bill asked me to go.
-What do you mean, asked you?

Is that a problem?

Margie?

Oh, there you are. Hi. You ready?

-Well, we'll see you tomorrow.
-You're sure you're okay with this, right?

Of course.

I left two suits upstairs
that need to go to the cleaners. Thanks.

Bye.

This is a disaster.
You've gotta do something, Barb.

What can I do?

Well, we can't have Margene
representing our marriage.

-It's one hotel. In Nevada, no less.
-No, it's the precedent.

I mean, can you imagine?
Margene, public wife?

No way.
This is not happening to my marriage.

-Nicki, calm down.
-No, you calm down.

I mean, the nerve of him,
taking her over you or me.

I can't believe Bill is so foolish.

And he was goading you, plain as day.

How could she think
she could ever fill your shoes?

She doesn't have the uppity thing that you
have that represented us so well in public.

There's nothing to do.

How was she last night?

Agitated, pacing.

It's her fourth night with no sleep,
bless her heart.

I don't want anyone to know.

If anyone asks, she's doing fine.

Okay?

Thank you.

You're the best thing
that could have happened to us.

-Joey?
-Yeah?

I love you and Wanda.

Nicki, we can't change plans now.

-Stop it!
-We're doing it at Kathy's house.

Wanda, their house is dingy and tacky,
just like everything at that compound.

This is far too important an event
to have there.

I think we should have it off the compound.
At the banquet room at the Silver Slipper.

Look, I'll call Bud Schott and set it up.

-We can't afford that, Nicki.
-Well, I can.

-And we'll have surf and turf.
-It's too extravagant.

Are you in trouble again, Nicki?

No, this is important to me, Wanda.
To do good things for the people I love.

Joey still doesn't want Bill to know.

Well, I don't want Bill to know either.
Or Barb.

I've saved up a little,
in case of an emergency just like this.

Barb can be pushy
about what I spend my money on.

But she doesn 't need to know.
I can save up more.

I can be very frugal.

I'll make it really nice for you.

It's called Cinderella Slipper.

I like the dark-blue one.

Get out. We're not talking to you.

-Why not?
-Because you're a rat and a liar.

Look, Aunt Laura wants you to get Sarah
to come to my survivors' group.

They're having a big event for me.

I'm the lynchpin in bringing old Roman
down and ending polygamy forever.

I'm not going anywhere with you.

I have to pee.

You've burnt too many bridges, Rhonda.

I bet you're happy
now that you can see Sarah again.

Aren't you?

I mean, really happy.

-I see the way you look at her.
-What are you talking about?

-I think you care for her too much.
-Oh, my God.

I knew women like you
from the compound.

Get out of here.

-I'm right, aren't l?
-No, that's totally not true.

If it's so not true,
then why do you look so guilty?

Look, I want you to celebrate
my indomitable will to survive.

And if you don't get Sarah to come,
I'll tell everyone your real feelings for her.

And even if it's not true,
everyone will believe it, and you know it.

You're horrible.

And I don't wanna stay
in the sewing room anymore.

I like this room.

This is my bedroom.

What are you still doing here, rat?

I like your toenails. They're pretty.

--shall be much weeping and wailing
and gnashing of teeth. Luke 1 3:28.

And woe unto those
who do not heed the--

Fill her up there, would you, Lois?

Well, well.
Look who's back to pumping ethyl.

Ground you all the way
back down to dirt.

After 53 years, there's nothing you can do
to degrade me further.

How's about a little attention
to the windshield here? Looks a little dirty.

What do you think of my new car?

Came into a little bit of money,
I figured what the heck.

You ransacked my house,
went through all of my papers.

And you're lucky I wasn't there, because
I'd have knocked you into next week.

-Divorce papers.
-Well, I'm not giving you a divorce.

Well, I'm taking it.

Page four. List of community property.

-There ain't no community property.
-Oh, yes, there is.

Wait. Wait.

You get nothing.

--they know, that they might likewise
spread his word--

-Good afternoon, ma'am.
-Good afternoon.

Bill, remember our honeymoon,
when we had to cut it short?

Now I get you all to myself like this.
Makes up for it, finally.

This means more to me
than you can imagine.

I love Weber Gaming. I love Home Plus too,
but I think I love Weber Gaming more.

Next, please.

Checking in.

-Mr. and Mrs. Bill Henrickson.
-Very good.

Could you make that
the honeymoon suite?

-He'd be better off at home.
-That would be a terrible mistake.

My father is elderly and disoriented.
He needs his familiar surroundings.

He's barely off the critical list.
His heart rate's extremely erratic--

-I'm a fully registered nurse.
-Fine.

-But if anything goes wrong--
-I'd be in contact with his physicians.

-Were his infections to bloom--
-Our family's decided.

The longer he stays here, the greater chance
he picks up some truly virulent bacteria...

...that's nonresponsive to any antibiotic.

We're taking him home now.

No. No, the cakes will be delivered
from LaRue Bakery at 5:30...

...and the chocolate fountain at 6.
It'll need access to a generator.

Yeah, and I'll have the band from 6 to 8,
and I want a sign out front that reads:

"Henrickson-Marquart Party.
Hosted by Nicolette Grant."

And a sign on the door that says
" By lnvitation Only."

Margie,
I want you to meet Larry Schoenfeld.

Larry's staying on to help out
over the transition.

-I'm general manager. It's a pleasure.
-Pleasure's mine.

-I'm so exited to be here.
-Well, it's just a trade show.

Well, I don't care what you call it,
it's still fun.

I mean, I've never gotten to meet
any of Bill's associates as his wife before.

You're kidding.
How does he usually introduce you?

He doesn't. I mean, he would,
if I ever got to leave the house...

...but I'm the third wife.
Which is hard because I love people.

I love talking to anyone about anything.

-You think the customers will like me?
-I think you're a natural.

It really means a lot to me
that I'm able to pull this off.

Bill and I have two lovely boys.
We're expecting a third.

I didn't come from a very stable
background, but I love hotels.

I love motels too.

-Hello.
-You double-crosser.

You and Joey set me up.

Got me to marry the witch
so you could raid my assets.

All this time, you pleading poverty.

What I possess is none of your concern.

And nothing you're ever
gonna get your hands on.

-Making Ma go on welfare?
-We had riches of the heart.

Heart? That empty cavity in your chest?

There's a reason a father would never,
ever want a son like you.

Or your pitiful brother.

And we are not done here.

Go to hell.

-Hello?
-Why do you cause so many problems?

I'm too busy
to deal with your antics today.

-What?
-There's no party at the Silver Slipper.

Bud Schott called
to tell me what's going on.

Too late. Everything's been delivered.
And you're not the boss of me, Alby.

If I wanna host a party off the compound,
it's my right to do so.

Not when it involves the marital authority.
Not when it involves an unsanctioned union.

I'm through with that.
And I'm through with you.

And I don't care
about the compound anymore.

All that's behind me.

And Papa's not even dead,
thank goodness.

-So stop giving yourself such airs.
-Your party's been shut down, Nicki.

Your ice sculptures
are melting in the parking lot.

Call your guests, or they'll arrive to find
a restaurant that won 't allow them in...

...and a sad little hostess
with egg all over her face.

Did I tell you how fantastic you were?

-Yes. About five times.
-Well, you are.

Oh, Bill, maybe we can get
little gifts for everyone in that shop.

There's a scarf Barb would like.
A paperweight for Nicki.

Whatever you want.
You're my lucky charm.

Bill? Bill Henrickson.

-d*ck?
-Bill. Hello.

Meredith. How are you?

We're doing great.
We heard you were here.

Weber Gaming. Bill Henrickson,
Weber Gaming. Match made in heaven.

Boy, you know, it's a small world.
We bought a chain of bars a few years ago.

-Bars?
-Sports bars.

-Diversification.
-It's more about sports than it is about bars.

-We can talk business.
-Where's Barb?

-Yeah, we heard she was here.
-Bill Henrickson and his lovely wife.

-Hi.
-Not Sarah, is it?

-No, no.
-I'm Margene.

Heffman. My secretary.

Nice to meet you.

Sports bars?

It's all perfectly respectable.
That's what I keep trying to tell you.

I haven't spoken to Meredith Paulson
in six years.

They were the last people
I expected to see.

And they want your machines
in their establishments.

Potentially, it could be a big contract.

And you know the Paulsons' position
in the community.

Can you come?

-ls everything okay?
-Fine. Everything's fine here.

Margie's a bit blue, but can you come?

Well, technically, it's not so hard, Bill.

But I have to say it's a little bit harder
when I weigh all the consequences.

-Barb, it's the Paulsons.
-Which means you're asking me to lie twice.

Once for our personal life,
once for your business dealings.

I'm not asking you to lie.

But you said the whole point was we
wouldn't have to deal with this anymore.

Do I wanna handle this some other way?

Absolutely. But for the life of me,
I can 't think of what that way might be.

-I need your help.
-I can't believe you did this to me.

-Should I talk to Margie?
-She'll be fine.

Oh, no, I won't. Give me the phone.

-I told the Paulsons we'd try and do dinner.
-Dinner? Now there's a dinner?

Margie, why don't you go
get a massage in the spa?

Bill? Bill.

I need you to know, even if I show up...

...this doesn't mean I'm signing on
to Weber Gaming.

Fair enough.

I will not go from public wife
to secretary...

...to "go get lost in the spa
so no one knows you're here."

-What's going on, Barb?
-Bill needs me to come to Wendover.

I told you Margene couldn't cut it.

Well, some old LDS friends showed up.
They heard Bill was there with his "wife."

Good. Hang him out to dry.

I would, but it's worth a lot to us,
to our family.

-You're going?
-Yes.

First he asks you and then he jumps over
both of us and asks Margie...

...and then he comes back
and asks you again?

I can't believe
you would let him treat us like this.

And I am not about to bring his suits
into the dry cleaners, so don't even ask.

Hello, Wanda? Change of plans.
We're having the party here.

That's right. Here.

Call everyone and tell them I'm hosting.
Al fresco.

Of course I'm sure.
Look, I can do anything I want.

You're so bad.

Okay. We'll come over, then.

Me too. Bye.

We can't go to Scott's.

Derek is there. He's really nice.
You'll like him.

But we have to go to the studio.
We said that we would.

We will. Just relax.

It's my mom.

-Don't answer it.
-I have to.

-Hello?
-Where are you?

Rhonda says you're keeping secrets.
Please put Sarah on the phone.

Now.

-Hello?
-Sarah, you lied to my face.

You told me you were coming.

I am here and Rhonda is here,
and we are waiting for you.

We want to take you under our wing,
but you can 't lie and get what you want.

Mrs. Tuttle,
I have been to church with you twice.

And Relief Society.

It's a lot for not having been in six years.

I just wanna be Heather's friend.

Well, lying just jeopardizes
your relationship with Heather.

Don 't you understand that?

-Fun, though, isn't it?
-Yeah, I think so.

One for me too. Great.

-Two for me.
-Dealer takes two.

-You heard anything from Reese?
-Says he's enjoying retirement.

-That son of a bitch.
-I'm in.

Impeccable timing.

Pete just bought a handful of bars
down in Colorado.

Gentlemen's bars.

-You want a drink, Bill?
-Don't drink.

I'll see you.

Hey, you know,
Haley over there had a sh**t today.

-Who sh*t her?
-Neil and Ben Down-and-Eat-Her.

-I'm in.
-You wanna raise it?

No, I'll just see.

-All right. What do you got?
-Couple of threes.

Aces.

Look, Bill,
I'm just gonna come right out and say this.

I'm not all that crazy about doing business
with a squeaky-clean Mormon.

I always thought
clean was good for business.

-And who said I was LDS?
-You want a smoke, Bill?

I don't smoke.

Give me three, would you?

I'm good.

-Three.
-Dealer takes two.

Clean's okay, it's squeaky that's bad.

Name your vice there, Bill.

Look, I don't pretend to know you,
so don't pretend that you know me.

I'll bet 500.

I'll see that 5. I'll raise you 5.

Man can only bluff so far, huh?

I'll see your 5.

Raise you a thousand.

Are you in or not?

-Hi, Barb.
-Hi, Margie.

Oh, my golly.

Yeah, it's the honeymoon suite.
Bill's downstairs.

I guess I'll just wait for him.

-You know, Margie--
-Barb--

-Go ahead.
-No, you.

Well, I just wanted to say...

...that there is no reason
you should feel uncomfortable about this.

I don't feel uncomfortable.

-Well, good.
-I feel furious.

At me?

No. Bill's the one who called,
who set this whole thing up.

This was supposed to make up
for the honeymoon I never had.

-You had a honeymoon.
-No.

I had one day before you called Bill
and made us come back.

-You said Teenie had a fever.
-She did have a fever.

I had to take her to the hospital
because it was so high.

I don't believe you. I think you were upset,
so you called Bill and made him come...

...and completely ruined
my entire honeymoon. That's what I think.

-Have you been drinking?
-No. No, I have not been drinking.

And if I wanted to drink, I certainly would.
I wouldn't let you stop me.

You're being unreasonable.

You're being unfair.
You're being a little unkind.

You didn't have to come
just because Bill called you, Barb.

Wait just a minute.
What was I supposed to do?

You saw how excited I was to be
the public wife. Look what you did.

-What would you have done?
-Just lay off for once.

Jesus Christ. Just for once, lay off.

Barb, you made it. How was the drive?

It was....

-Margie?
-Just shut up, shut up, shut up.

And talk amongst yourselves.

Could you have handled this any worse?
She's a mess. You said she was fine.

She's disappointed. She'll get over it.

Well, that's easy for you to say,
but she's taking it out on me.

-I admit, I miscalculated.
-Well, yeah. A bit of a snafu.

That's why I appreciate your coming
so much, Barb, I really do.

So I got another room.

It's right down the hall.
It's got a great view.

You go get changed for dinner.
I'll talk to Margie.

A room down the hall?
No, I don't think so, Bill.

-Well, I can't ask Margie to move.
-I'm not suggesting that.

-Well, I don't think I can stay here with you.
-Margie and I are staying here.

You're the one going to the other room.
End of discussion.

Morning, Al.

-Watch the line.
-We got it.

There we go.

Oh, God.

Thank you.

I want you to go to the clinic.
Bring morphine.

Morphine and Vicodin, together.
And Valium.

What are you doing to me?
What's happening?

There are other painkillers. And sedatives.

Bring them all.

Sir, Frank Harlow wants to see you.

-Hello, Thomas.
-Sorry, Miss Adaleen.

-No one's allowed in this room.
-Yes, I think that's wise.

Sorry, ma'am, no exceptions.
Your son's orders.

Well, that's ridiculous.
He doesn't mean me.

No exceptions.

Am I wrong? I mean, business or not,
I shouldn 't be treated this way, right?

What are you crying to me for? I'm busy.
You know, at least you were asked.

This is how Barb always treats you.

It's no different
than how she treats any of us.

It's time both Bill and Barb
took more stock of us in this family.

That's what I think.

I'm sick of all this first-wife, second-wife,
third-wife stuff, you know?

They are both so fake and phony,
and I hate it.

I gotta go. There's someone at the door.

Nicki.

I'm just an old hand
that's been around a long time.

But you, sir...

...you've got it in you.

Wouldn't surprise me
if God chose you to be our prophet.

You don't need me...

...but I could sure help.

Warn you of the dangers.

What kind of danger?

Threats to your authority. Conspiracies.

Plots. My two sons.

Bill trying to appoint a trustee.

Joey's nutty wife trying to poison you.

They disgust me.

I could be your eyes and ears.

Just have to give me one thing.

-What?
-Kathy Marquart.

Ron Schlotter's widow.

Shacking up with my son Joey.

Why do you want her?

She...

...appeals to me,
in a mousy kind of a way.

I want that girl.

All right, just pull back a little bit more.
All right, right there. That's good.

-I'm so happy you came.
-We didn't have a choice.

Can we get playback?

They're broadcasting the support group,
and then I'm gonna sing a song.

A survivor song.

-Part of my quest for justice.
-I really hate you.

I just wanted my best friends in the world
to hear me sing.

-And April wants to talk to you.
-Sarah, you don't have to.

Well, now, nobody has to do anything.

But it might be nice.
April is an inspirational woman.

You know,
the Boise Standard named her...

...the most courageous woman of the year
in 1 993.

-Sarah, don't.
-Shut up.

Or I will tell her
that you want to kiss her on the lips.

Okay, let's clear the stage here.
Come on, let's go.

And when I saw him, I said to d*ck:

"l knew it wouldn't be long before
Bill Henrickson got into the bar business."

-An entrepreneur is an entrepreneur.
-We're really not in the bar business.

-Oh, but gaming and bars--
-Go together. They do.

They go together, Barb.

So, what have you been doing with yourself
while Bill's been expanding?

I've begun a graduate degree
in social work.

Really?

Social work. Oh, that's so empathetic.

And it's really supportive of you, Bill, to,
you know, pick up all that slack at home.

We have to say...

...that we really didn't expect you
to be in the bar business, Meredith.

-And why is that?
-Well, you know why.

-Preconceptions.
-Preconceptions. Right, Bill?

You know, the idea
that because we don't drink liquor...

...we should stay out of the business
of selling liquor?

Well, you know what d*ck says:

Saints can run a racket
better than any gentile.

Isn't your Miss Heffman lovely?

Barb tells me she finds
some people feel that, well...

...making money off practices
that our religion bans a bit hypocritical.

Hypocritical.

Well, Bill says I should
look at the Marriotts.

Exactly. Just think of the hue and cry
if they didn't have bars in their hotels.

Well, I was referring to their adult movies,
the in-room p*rn in their hotels...

...and yet they're still stalwart pillars
of the community.

Who's she with?

Oh, that's Larry, our GM,
and Dave and Pete are clients.

Hi. I'm off the clock,
but there was this one last message.

Thank you.

So, Bill, why don't you tell us
about your machines?

Video gaming.

Weber Gaming distributes games
in six states.

Utah, Arizona, New Mexico, Colorado,
ldaho and Nevada.

Alrighty.

No problem.

I've never had Meyer-lemon dip before.

-You're so generous, Nicki.
-Oh, I'm happy to do it.

I never thought this would be me.
Being here, doing this.

Announcing our intention to marry?

Three souls together in a world like this?
But we did.

Sometimes faith
leads us to the Principle...

...but maybe sometimes
the Principle leads us to the faith.

-My uncle's Joey.
-Kathy's my sister.

So if your sister marries my uncle,
I guess that'll make you my aunts.

-That'll be nice.
-That'll be nice.

-What grade are you in?
-We're in 1 0th grade.

-Tenth.
-But we read at a college level.

-We could be freshmen in college.
-You wanna go to college?

Unless we get married.

-We're gonna marry a righteous man.
-Righteous.

-Like you.
-Like you.

Cool.

I let myself in.
But there won't be any more guests.

I haven't sanctioned this union.
She's spoken for.

No, she's not.

Oh, yes, she is.

You listen to me, Alby.
You will not ruin this for me.

Don't say anything, Nicki.

You've been bad. And you know it.

You were on the compound last week.

Thursday. You signed in at 2:00.
You left at 2:45.

You weren't at my meeting.
You weren't at the big house.

Where were you, Nicki?
What were you doing?

-You're a thief.
-That's ridiculous.

-You stole 60,000--
-I don't need your money. We have plenty.

We have a new business.

-What kind of business?
-A gambling business.

-Gambling?
-And it's worth a ton of money. A ton.

Weber Gaming?

-Let's go.
-Sir?

Let's go.

We're so glad you came, Sarah.

April says things are hardest on us,
the children.

-Especially on you.
-Why are you so obsessed with my family?

Rhonda, go get ready.

Rhonda said you wanted to come
to participate in our group.

Rhonda's a liar.

Yes, she is, but think about the lies
you tell every day to protect your family...

...and to protect yourself.

I used to be like you,
so sure I had it all squared away.

It was my parents, not me, right?

I'd like to help you...

...if you'll let me.

I'm leaving.

I got to know your mother, Sarah.

She's a good woman in a bad situation.

But you don't have to protect her.
I know it tears you up.

All you want is a normal life,
but every corner you turn...

...you smack into the consequences
of her choice.

It's okay for you to say you've had enough.
It's okay for you to let go of her.

Do you know that?

Tell me you know that.

I would love it if you would stay.

-lt was lovely to see you, Barb.
-Thank you.

-Good night.
-Good night.

Goodbye.

Where do we go back?
We've been playing how many years?

-We used to go fishing together.
-That's right.

-Spent a lot of time fishing.
-You look like these two guys.

-Fifteen years. Is that place still there?
-I don't know.

Mr. and Mrs. Henrickson.

-How was your dinner?
-lt was nice, Margene.

Your secretary here has been telling us
some pretty interesting stories.

-Anything else tonight, Mr. Henrickson?
-Yes.

Are you ready to go upstairs now?

I'm sorry, where are my manners?
I wanna introduce you to my wife Barbara.

-Hi. Pleased to meet you.
-How are you?

And of course
you've met my other wife, Margene.

Your other wife?

Yes. Honey?

So, what do you say about re-upping
with Weber Gaming?

How many more wives do you have, Bill?

Just one. She's at home with the kids.

Well, we'll be talking to you
real soon there, Bill.

And nice meeting you, ma'am. Margie.

Good night.

You okay?

-Nuts?
-No, they're too expensive.

You know, you're acting like
being introduced like that...

...was the worst thing
that ever happened to you...

...and I thought it was exhilarating.

I thought it was sabotage.

Excuse me if I think
things are moving a little too fast.

Barb?

Let me have Weber Gaming.

You can have Home Plus.

Let me be Bill's wife for Weber.

You don't even like it.

You know what? It isn't you.

It's not.

Just a little bit more on the left
right there.

-Wanna tape it down here?
-There we go.

Yeah.

What do you think?
Is that better a little lower?

Just a little bit lower, yeah.

-Put them downstairs.
-Oh, that's better.

Welcome back to the program.

It has been our privilege
to have some unique individuals on...

...and today we are lucky enough
to share another one with you.

Our next guest
has a truly amazing story to tell.

Her harrowing escape from
the polygamous confines of Juniper Creek...

...have touched all of us
here on the show.

But before we get into her story,
ladies and gentlemen...

...it is my great pleasure
to introduce Miss Rhonda Volmer.

Sleep, Papa, sleep.

I ' ll avenge you. He' ll pay.