01x02 - Yours Sugar

[bunniefuu]

Hi, gorgeous.

You sleep good?

I know. I know you're hungry.

You, sweet, sweet girl.

Mom!

Mom, stop!

Mom!

Do better, sweet pea.

Do better.

Mom!

Do better.

Do better, sweet pea.

Wha

Oh.

So, morning.

You were yelling.

Oh, I'm sorry. Sorry.

It's, uh

I was d

Dreaming about my mom.

I always dream about her.

Did she b*at you?

Oh, God, no.

No, the opposite.

But you were punching and and kicking.

My wife, she was just like that.

Clare, I know you haven't

said yes to Sugar,

but here's a letter. Kind of. Sam.

"Dear Sugar. What the f*ck?"

"What the f*ck? What the f*ck?

"I'm asking this question

as it applies to everything every day.

Best, What the f*ck."

Oh, f*ck you. That's not even a

f*cking question.

Oh, Amy. I did something.

- Why aren't you at work?

- I couldn't concentrate.

- What's "something"?

- Ooh, it's bad.

Okay. Writers' group in ten.

Oh, f*ck!

- Okay. Um, last night

- Mm-hmm.

- after I left here

- Yeah.

- I called an Uber.

- Mm-hmm.

There was a driver

That is very typical of Uber.

- So I went back to his apartment.

- Mm-hmm.

Uh, because he was hot

and I I was still pissed at at Danny

and the whole "barely a woman" thing.

And I love Beverly

Hold up. Who's, um, Beverly?

Ah, the woman

I've been sleeping with at work.

Uh, her roommate d*ed.

There was this whole sepsis thing.

Oh, my God. What is, uh, what's happening?

- Oh, the Uber guy.

- Uh-huh.

Oh, Amy.

Um, we

Did you fuuuckkk

the Uber driver?

No! No.

There was, like, poking

and, like, rooting around.

He was He was like a mole

just searching by instinct,

just, uh, just hoping

for the best. It was

- He didn't get in there actually.

- Okay.

I don't know why.

It was like the universe

was telling me that even though I had

- no reason not to f*ck him

- Uh-huh.

I actually didn't want to.

Yeah, but you do have a reason

not to f*ck this guy.

- Yes. Yes, exactly!

- Yes.

We didn't actually do it.

I did I didn't do something.

I have nothing to feel bad about.

Okay, great! Then why are you here?

I don't know!

I don't know.

Honey!

Can I Can I Can I

Can I ask you a question?

Mm-hmm.

- Beverly

- Mm-hmm.

Sweetie, does she have cancer?

No. She's dying

of Alzheimer's.

Oh! Okay, good.

Oh, my God. Clare!

Oh, puka shells are back.

- f*ck! The writers' group.

- Hi!

Hi!

Oh, no! Look at the, uh, timing.

Ohhh, that's sad!

- Wait. Wait, wait. You're going?

- Yes. Yes.

- We all miss you!

- Oh, I know.

- Are you working on anything?

- I am.

- But it's so good to see you. Yes.

- Oh. I'm so glad.

Well, I wanna read it.

I know.

Yeah.

Okay. Okay. Bye.

Who was it?

Dad.

You called him?

She said we could.

He says he's coming.

- It's okay.

- No, it's not.

What are you doing?

He's gonna cause a f*cking scene.

I won't let him.

I won't let anything bad happen.

It already has.

Clare, to Sugar or not to Sugar?

Just answer the f*cking question. Sam.

You dropped something.

I'm going to die without owning

one pair of decent underwear.

Well, everybody knows that you go commando

when you sleep.

So your stuff needs to breathe.

That's what I say!

- It needs to air out.

- Yes.

- It gets sweaty.

- Mm-hmm.

But my daughter, she's so scared

somebody is going to see it.

Well, if you can't be free when you sleep,

when can you be, right?

Lady, you gotta get me out of here.

I don't wanna stay here!

Please.

It's scary.

I know this is

not how you wanted it to be.

I'll talk to your daughter.

I'll tell I'll tell her.

She's not gonna listen.

Krystal. She never listens.

Got it.

I want to go home.

Yeah, we raise our daughters to be fighters.

And if we're lucky,

one day they'll fight for us.

There was a song

that, um

Paper roses ♪

Paper roses ♪

Oh, how sweet those roses mean ♪

To me ♪

Paper roses ♪

Paper roses ♪

Oh.

Oh.

I'm sorry for your loss.

Yeah. Thank Thank you, Joel.

- Sorry for you too, Lucas.

- Yeah, uh

Uh, where are your parents?

Uh, I'm liaising.

Mom's prepping your mom.

Uh, and Dad's doing the A/V check.

Okay. Um this is her dress

and her belt and her shoes.

And we want these in the casket with her.

Just tuck 'em right under her

shirt next to her

Her h heart.

Joel, are you listening?

Uh

There's no underwear in here.

What?

We We can't dress your mother

without any underwear.

Uh What the f*ck?

Who cares? Stop being a perv.

- I'm not being a perv.

- Wait, why

Why would she need underwear

if she's gonna be in a dress?

And she has She has a belt.

And she's, um, she's in a coffin.

So she's only gonna be visible

from the waist up.

I'm sorry, it's just

Underwear has to be worn

for all open caskets.

Stop talking to me

like I'm a f*cking stranger!

But it's state regulation thing.

If If underwear is not provided, then

the casket must remain closed.

You spent all of eighth-grade growing skunk

and telling your mom

it was special Chinese tea,

and now you're the one

who's gonna try to enforce

these invisible fake f*cking regulations

nobody gives a sh*t about?

Okay, it's

It makes no f*cking sense

and it's creepy.

But my mom's doing the dressing

and she has to see the underwear.

Give him yours.

We don't have time

to drive back. Just give 'em.

I'm not wearing any.

And, uh, this is the social room,

where we encourage the residents

to connect and engage.

It's nice.

Aah!

We got a real gas burning fireplace.

Clare?

Uh

Bev's daughter is here to see you.

- Okay, one sec.

- Yeah.

Um, if you notice, those are rocks

If you hear the fire alarm,

that's her com busting.

One second, please.

Okay.

I'll get you some juice in a moment.

What is this about?

Um, she mentioned her mom doesn't have

underwear on in the mornings,

but she does have scratches.

She thinks you have something

to do with this.

Well, that is pathological, on her part, so.

Apparently, she has footage.

Footage?

Oh, f*ck me!

moving west to east.

It's gonna elevate our temperatures

a little bit over the next few days.

We may get

Oh f*ck.

Aah. Mmm.

You go.

Me?

Yeah.

Why? You're the girl.

Because you owe me.

Because I can't.

I can't go back in there.

It's okay. I'll do it.

I'm so sorry about your mom.

Thanks, Carl.

- Oh, my God!

- Mom!

Oh, my God!

Okay. All right. Everybody out. Let's go!

Best they had.

Uh, what the f*ck is this? You high?

It was what was on the f*cking

clearance rack,

- okay?

- This

Is this what you want?

Is this Is this seriously

how you wanna bury our dead mother?

I don't wanna be burying our mom.

I don't want any of this to be happening!

I don't wanna be doing this!

And I just I just want me and you

What?

Let's just f*cking go.

Do your parents know?

Should I give 'em a quick call?

- They're not even in the counrty.

- Mom, stop.

- You were having a threesome

- And they support sexual exploration.

- Mom, stop!

- in some stranger's bedroom?

You are in so much trouble!

Do you understand

how much trouble you're in?

- Can you just

- Who is that Wh Uh

- Well, who is that boy?

- Just stop talking!

Is this some sort of pan or

- poly thing?

- You're not even supposed to be here!

Why are you here?

Uh because I live here.

Because I never should have left.

Because I'm your f*cking mother!

Mm. Okay. Well, I wish you weren't.

- What did you say?

- I wish you weren't my mom!

Wait.

I could die tomorrow!

Do you realize that?

I could f*cking die tomorrow.

And if I did, you would

never forgive yourself.

Because that would be

the last thing that you

would have said to me.

- What the f*ck you talking about?

- Oh, do not say "f*ck" to me!

You just said it! You just said it twice!

And you're not the only one

that could die tomorrow.

So could I!

- That is an awful thing to say to me!

- Yeah, it f*cking is!

No

Hello? Hold on.

It's for you. It's your job.

f*ck!

The police? Was this really necessary?

It was Mrs. Ohashi's daughter.

She put in the camera.

We don't film patients. Obviously.

This is all just a big misunderstanding.

I didn't have anything to do

with the underwear.

Or the scratches.

Beverly Uh, Mrs. Oh as hi,

she claws them off, the the underwear.

Because she says that they're itchy.

We can't have another scandal this quarter.

Comforting someone is not a crime!

Can I grab your ergo chair?

I'm being investigated, not fired.

Yet.

Here you go, Joel.

You like it?

You can go dress my dead mother now,

Mister f*cking-Rules-And-Regulations.

Thank you.

Your mom's being dressed.

She looks really good, Clare.

I used to jerk off to

you in the tall flags uniform.

- Those f*cking white boots

- You're ruining this.

It's just an administrative leave, uh,

pending, um, an investigation.

You're being investigated?

I Internally. Just internally.

Okay. None of this is my fault! None of it!

None of this is your fault?

Beverly loved having me there.

The Alzheimer's one?

She just didn't know you're not supposed to

wear underwear to bed!

- What?

- I I

It's like we were both just

helping each other through a tough time.

You know, you keep asking me,

"What's the plan?

Alright, what's the plan? What's happening?"

And I'm I'm like

What is happening?

What's happening, Clare?

I mean, am I gonna see your

Your mug sh*t on the eleven-o'clock news?

"Former health care employee

charged with elder as*ault"?

I mean, Jesus! Who are you?

What do you mean, who am I?

Right now, who the f*ck are you, Clare?

I don't know!

Danny!

Maybe this is what happens

when you get exiled from your own daughter

by the person who is supposed

to love, honor, and cherish me!

- I

- 'Cause I don't feel f*cking cherished!

Where's the cherishing?

- Clare

- No!

You don't know what it f*cking feels like

to be kicked out of your own f*cking home!

I couldn't spend another night on Amy's

stupid pullout couch.

What?

I didn't have anywhere else to go!

I'm not like you! Danny, I just

It's you and Rae, that's it.

I have nobody else.

- And Lucas.

- No, Lucas has me. I don't have him.

I just wanna go home.

I mean, you could put me anywhere.

You can just shove me

in a closet, I don't care.

I just wanna go home.

Ugh.

Okay.

Okay?

We can keep going to therapy.

You know, try to

Try to find our way back to a good place.

Great.

Okay, great.

Yeah, great.

I I ju I wonder,

uh, about Mel, but, uh

What about Mel?

Uh, nothing. Nothing. That's great.

Okay.

- All right.

- Okay.

Oh, um

you might wanna

change the sheets in our bed.

Rae was having a threesome on it.

Wait, what?

Uh, chapel's not open yet. Sorry.

Hey. How you doing?

- O-kay. Okay.

- Yeah.

Uh um

Uh, J Joel and I

went to high school together.

This is Jess.

My, um

husband.

So I brought the

guest book. What can I do?

Nothing.

Okay.

f*ck!

It's okay.

It's okay.

Don't let it stop you. Keep going.

She's okay.

Babies cry.

Don't Don't let it stop you.

You hungry? You want something to eat?

He didn't show.

Dad.

Do you remember I used to sing this to you?

- Yeah?

- Yeah.

It's gonna be okay.

Just make sure you

take it with something to eat.

The doctor said a year.

Doctors aren't always right.

Frances Pierce?

If they give you any trouble,

you just tell them who you are.

Tell them you're my daughter.

Dear Sam.

What the f*ck? What the f*ck?

What the f*ck does it take

for me to get you an answer?

Since you offered me the column,

I have been wondering who am I

to give advice to anyone?

Wondering

who am I at all?

The question beats in me like a drum:

Who am I? Who am I? Who am I?

How did I get so far

from the person I wanted to be?

The writer my mom believed I could be.

Clare Marie Pierce lives

in the wilds of Fall Creek

with her mom and brother.

She loves reading and writing stories,

and her dream is

To live in New York and London and Orlando.

She's an accomplished writer.

But I do know who I am.

When all else fails and nothing makes sense,

I am always three things.

I am my mother's daughter.

I am my daughter's mother.

And I am an accomplished writer.

Even if I haven't accomplished it yet.

So yes, Sam.

Yes.

Yours,

Sugar.

Best day ever!