All Her Fault
Season 1 – Episode 5
Episode title: Episode 5
Original air date: November 6, 2025
Plot: News from Alcaras throws suspicion on the whole family as a secret threatens to tear them apart.
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All Her Fault – S01E05 – Episode 5 | Transcript
[foreboding music]
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And now you’re saying you know the man from the marathon?
I was his foster mother for a little over a year.
Last I heard, he was arrested for selling OxyContin.
Not a single visitor until a week before his release.
Visitor was Caroline Finch.
Kyle Smit is now a suspect.
You think he could be violent? I think even good people can do bad things if they’re pushed.
You had a gambling problem.
I went into business with you.
You’re so grateful.
I am grateful.
Thanks, buddy.
Brian was not born disabled. There was an accident.
And it was Lia’s fault.
Lia has grown up with that on her conscience.
Ready?
And it’s shaped who she is… Bitch!
As a person. I need you to do stupid shit so that I can smooth everything over.
But I need you to feel nauseous from the pain meds so I can keep my mind busy thinking of what might help. Carrie has to hide because she’s famous. You can’t have two famous people, Milo.
That would be a problem.
Yeah, she was all done up.
Hi, I’m Maryanne.
Is this your place?
Yeah.
We found a body.
[gentle music]
So, here’s where things stand with the case. Carrie Finch and Kyle Smit rented a lake house in North Dunes. And it appears that Milo was with them.
The rental’s now empty.
We’re still doing a forensic search.
And the vehicle that they were using was left near the scene.
In the rental, there was evidence that Milo was being well cared for… age-appropriate food, changes of clothing.
But we also found the body of an adult male in the lake adjacent to the rental property.
We haven’t done a formal identification, but it appears to be Kyle Smit.
Oh, my god.
Wait, so…
Oh, my god.
So, now it’s just Carrie who has Milo?
We don’t know for sure.
Do you know what car they’re in now?
No, I’m afraid not.
OK, so you don’t know anything?
Yeah, actually, we have less information now than we did before.
At least before you knew what kind of car to look for…
How did Kyle Smit die?
It appears to be a gunshot wound to the back of the head.
Holy fuck.
So, Carrie’s got a gun then, right?
‘Cause that’s new information.
Like, that’s definitely brand-new information.
So she… well, she executed him?
I found an item in the rental, and I recognized.
Is this Milo’s?
Uh, that’s… that’s Mr. Chips.
Oh, my god, Mr. Chips.
Was it with him when he went to school?
Uh.
Was it in his backpack, maybe?
No.
Carrie got ahold of it somehow.
Either she took it, or someone gave it to her.
Can any of you tell me when’s the last time you saw this?
Easter weekend.
But Easter was before you hired the nanny, correct?
Yes.
Yeah, that’s right.
I mean, that’s before we’d even met Ana.
If Carrie got hold of Mr. Chips that Easter, then that changes everything.
It means that Carrie was… was interested in Milo before she started working with Jenny Kaminski, which means that she met Milo some other way, through someone else.
OK.
Can… can you walk me through that weekend?
Yeah, it was a lastminute trip.
Uh, it was a getaway to a ranch a couple of hours south of here.
We got there Friday night.
Mr. Chips goes missing Saturday afternoon.
I mean, Milo just cried his eyes out, he was distraught.
We searched for hours.
And you’re 100% sure Milo brought him to the ranch?
Yeah.
I helped Milo unpack his bag.
I remember tucking Mr. Chips into Milo’s bed on Friday night.
Can we pinpoint a time?
Was he there in the morning?
There.
OK, so he was there Saturday morning?
Yeah.
OK.
Can you talk me through the afternoon?
Did you go into town?
Go grocery shopping?
Milo could have forgotten him at a store.
We had groceries delivered.
Maybe the delivery person…
No, no, you don’t… the groceries were already at the house when we got there.
Oh, I went into town later for juice.
Uh, they screwed up the order, so there just… there wasn’t enough.
But that was hours after Mr. Chips had disappeared and we’d been searching, so.
OK.
What about maid service?
Or repairs of the ranch?
Things like that?
Um, no.
How could Carrie have gotten a hold of Mr. Chips?
It… it doesn’t make any sense.
Someone had to have given him to Carrie.
Maybe by accident, maybe on purpose.
Oh, that just seems so extreme.
Well, what other explanation is there?
I don’t know.
But there has to be something.
I’m gonna need the name of everyone who was at the ranch.
Any friend that visited that weekend could have a connection to Carrie Finch.
You don’t understand.
There was no one else that visited the ranch.
It was just the five of us.
It was just the people in this room.
[unsettling music]
Do you think the detective will come back?
Yeah, of course he’s gonna come back.
He thinks one of us knows Carrie.
But that’s insane.
He doesn’t know that.
No one here knows Carrie.
Then how did she get Mr. Chips, huh?
There has to be a logical explanation, but I just…
I don’t see it.
It doesn’t make sense.
Then let’s make it make sense, yeah?
Let’s talk it through.
If no one here gave Mr. Chips to Carrie, then she got him some other way.
How?
There… there is an alarm at the ranch house, right?
There was, I remember.
Yeah, I set it that night.
Uh, I’m sure of that.
And when was it disabled?
In the morning, early?
Or later?
Uh, I don’t know.
When did we first open the door on Saturday?
Does anybody remember what time that was?
How can anyone remember anything that specific?
Hey, listen, we have to, OK?
All right?
Look, we have to remember every detail.
Mar is right, we can make this make sense.
Could Carrie have gotten in during the day on Saturday?
When we were all up and moving around and not noticed?
It’s possible.
How?
I don’t know.
Did anyone have any contact with anyone else during that weekend?
Like, how?
Like, did anyone visit?
No, no, I’m sure that didn’t happen, I’m sure…
What?
Just making sure you answer Mar’s question.
About what?
No one visited me.
OK.
What’s that supposed to mean?
Just let it go.
How did this become my fault?
OK, hey, hey, she hasn’t done anything.
Yeah, I didn’t say she did…
Peter, if you want to ask her a question, just ask her, yeah?
All right.
You had just gotten out of rehab.
There it is.
And, uh, it wouldn’t be the first time you had relapsed.
Right, Lia?
So, maybe you had some sketchy felon show up with a bunch of pills.
Because that would be, you know, a name that we could give to the police.
That… that’s a lead toward finding my son.
That didn’t happen at all.
OK?
No, I swear.
And I would tell you.
OK.
Hey, why’d you do that?
Do what?
Look at her like she’s done something wrong.
She hasn’t.
What’s going on? What?
Hey, Colin…
Is there a problem, Colin?
Just let it go.
What’s going on?
OK? Let it go.
Anyway, why would a drug dealer steal a stuffed frog?
It makes no sense.
Uh, I think it makes sense if it starts with my sister, the queen of relapse, getting a delivery that weekend…
Two times!
And Carrie being with whoever came up there.
And seeing Milo and her being mentally unwell and forming some kind of fucked-up obsession and stealing the toy.
I think that makes sense.
And you know what else makes sense?
Is that my sister would keep this from me.
Even now.
I wouldn’t do that!
I would love to be able to believe that.
There’s an answer to what happened that weekend.
And we will figure it out.
But I cannot do the fighting, OK?
Not right now.
We’ve gotta keep it together for tonight.
For Milo’s sake.
W… what’s tonight?
Hold on, are we still doing that?
Yeah.
Doing what?
They’re coming at 8:00.
“Real Insight’s” coming to interview them.
Yeah, the host is flying in from LA, and they want to interview them today, because it’s…
Yeah.
How does everyone know about this but me?
[phone chimes]
What is it?
Peter, what’s…
It’s nothing.
It’s nothing, just, uh… just give me a second.
Who watches “Real Insight”?
America, in big numbers.
Really?
And we need all those people on our side.
You’re such a snob.
I’m not a snob.
I just don’t do reality TV.
It’s not reality TV.
It’s a news program.
You don’t “do” reality TV?
Oh, my god.
You’re the biggest snob I know.
Well, I believe that because you don’t know anybody.
Also, you seem like exactly the kind of person who would watch reality TV.
Well, I don’t.
Why not?
Because I don’t like listening to people yell!
[laughs] What?
You’re yelling.
[laughs]
You’re actually yelling.
[laughs]
You three went out that Saturday.
What?
That Easter weekend, around dinner, Peter went out to get juice for Milo.
And then we were all at home, but you… you three left.
Where’d you go?
You told me at the time, but I don’t remember.
That art gallery in town.
Yeah.
Lia’s friend…
[doorbell rings]
She had a piece, yeah.
I’ll grab it.
I’ll grab it.
So, an art gallery?
And it was someone you knew?
I… I was trying to be a supportive friend to her.
Uh-huh.
Why didn’t you tell the detective?
Who was that?
Oh, it’s, uh…
[somber music]
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I for…
I forgot to cancel the order.
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Man, you just did it again.
Did what again?
You know what you did.
Colin…
Please.
I don’t know what the fuck is going on today, man.
Everybody just, can you stop, please?
No, what the fuck is going on is that no one ever calls you out.
Calls me out on what?
And I am so sick of… on your bullshit!
I wanna clean the couch!
What?
I want to clean the couch.
And we’re out of upholstery cleaner.
Mar, “Real Insight” is not gonna care what the couch looks like.
I care!
Can you please go and get upholstery cleaner?
Yep, sure.
Um, yeah.
Mar, is there anything we can do for you right now?
No, thank you.
We can stay until Peter comes back.
Uh, I have to go over the interview questions.
I’m fine.
♪♪
Happy Birthday, sweetheart.
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[unsettling music]
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This is the Lemon Drop Gallery. Please leave a message after the tone.
Hi, uh, I was wondering if someone could call me back with some information about your art gallery?
I’d like to know about your holiday opening times, specifically Easter.
[tense music]
I don’t know exactly what time I’ll be home.
Marissa has an interview with “Real Insight” at 8:00.
And she wanted me to come over to go over some of the interview questions.
Well, are you staying for the actual interview? Or are you leaving by then?
I don’t… I don’t know.
Why is it such a big deal?
Well, I just…
I just want to know if you’re doing Jacob’s bath or if I’m still on duty, then.
That’s all.
What? Why are you always so eager to get free?
You always want to know when you’ll be “off.”
That’s a real shitty thing to say, Jen, OK?
You know I love my son.
Whenever you’re left in charge of Jacob, you always want to know when it’ll end.
Do you ever notice that I don’t ask that?
OK, well, I’m sorry, I guess you’re just the better parent.
[sighs] I’m not the better parent, I’m the default parent.
And you’re the substitute.
Yeah, that’s how this works.
When one person needs time off childcare, the other person’s supposed…
But it’s not equal. It’s never equal.
Your time off is to do your own thing and to be your own person and to play basketball and see your friends. And my time off is to grocery shop, to clean the house, to cook, to do laundry.
So I don’t actually have any time off.
I… I don’t know what you expect me to say, or do.
It feels like you just always need more.
This is never enough.
I mean, come on, Jen, a big part of who I am is that I need some space and some freedom, you know? That’s what you used to love about me. I do my own thing.
I mean, I should still be allowed to be me, you know, even though we have a child.
Like, I didn’t sign up for this whole becoming a new person thing.
[soft music]
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You’re right.
I told Marissa that I would come over before I asked you, and that wasn’t fair.
Saturdays are usually your day to do your own thing.
Marriages are work, and they take effort.
And I’m gonna try harder from now on.
Yeah, OK. Me too.
I love you.
I love you too.
[exhales]
Are you alone?
Yeah.
Peter’s out running an errand.
And he’s had to go to a couple of stores.
And, uh, Brian’s in his studio.
Colin and Lia, they left, I don’t know where they went.
And I don’t fucking care.
How about I make some tea?
Yeah.
Yes.
Thank you.
[unsettling music]
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Uh, I have to tell you something about… about Carrie.
OK.
The man who’s with Carrie Finch, she… she executed him.
The woman who has my son is violent and armed.
I did this.
No. No, no, no.
I did this to your family.
No, Jenny, that’s not…
If I hadn’t hired her…
It’s not your fault. It’s… that’s the thing, it’s not.
She knew him from before.
What?
Yeah, she knew Milo from before you even hired her.
It’s not your fault.
So this was the plan?
She wanted to work for me to get close to Milo?
I don’t know.
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What’s my favorite thing about Milo?
Oh, uh, “Real Insight” are gonna be here at 8:00.
And they’re gonna ask me that question, so I need to think about my answer.
But I don’t…
I don’t want to think about it, because it’ll make me break down.
You don’t have to think about the answer to that question.
You already know it.
[scoffs] Yeah.
I have to keep busy.
It’s… it helps.
OK.
Let’s be busy.
What needs to get done?
Uh, there’s a stain on the couch.
We can do that.
You’re going to help me clean my couch?
Yeah.
Can we do the whole thing?
Sure.
Do you mind staying for a while?
As long as you want.
[phone rings]
Just a sec.
Hello?
Hi, it’s the Lemon Drop Gallery returning your call.
Oh, hi, yeah.
You were wondering about our art gallery’s Easter hours? We were open every day from 10:00 till 2:00.
Uh-huh.
[dramatic music]
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So everything you told me about that Easter weekend is bullshit?
Whoa, hold on a second, Mar.
Just…
Tell me to calm down, I dare you.
I wasn’t gonna.
You, Colin, and Lia are all lying to me about what happened that Saturday evening.
The art gallery was closed.
I just spoke to the gallery manager, closed at 2:00 p.m. that day.
And yet, you three, you didn’t leave the house until almost dinnertime.
Where were you?
There was an assisted living facility nearby.
I wanted to check it out.
Lia and Colin agreed to drive me.
That’s what happened.
You want to move out?
I’m an adult man, and I live under my brother’s roof.
The thought of moving out has crossed my mind.
Why didn’t you just tell us?
I would have told you, but then you would have told Peter.
And he… I know he loves me, Mar.
He loves all of us, but he doesn’t do well when people don’t, you know, need him.
Anyway, none of that matters because I didn’t move out, so…
Why not?
[chuckles]
So Colin and Lia, they were with you the whole time?
Uh, they dropped me off for a while and then came back and picked me up a few hours later.
Where were they?
I honestly don’t know.
[dog barking]
[gentle music]
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[exhales]
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[unsettling music]
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Hi.
Hi.
Um, Marissa asked me to come over.
She… she wanted me to…
OK, uh, I thought it was just one stain.
I… I think she just thought we could do the whole thing.
Why?
It’s something to do.
Sitting still can be hard.
Yeah, I think that’s just gonna exhaust her more, though.
I mean, she hasn’t really slept in the last few days.
Yeah, I know.
Yeah, like, I just… all I’m trying to do is help my wife, you know?
That’s all I care about.
She’s really lucky to have that.
I’m really sorry.
Marissa told me about everything that you’ve learned with Carrie.
Yeah.
But I hired her.
And if I hadn’t, then…
I’ve apologized to Marissa 100 times, but I’ve never said it to you.
So, um, I’m really sorry.
If Milo comes back, he’s not going to be the same.
I don’t know if Marissa and I will recover from this.
So I’m trying to forgive you.
And I want you to know that.
But I’m not there yet.
I understand.
Can you let me take care of her today?
Please, can you give me that?
Yeah.
Thanks.
[gentle music]
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[door shuts]
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Where’s Jenny?
I told her she can go home.
I got all the cleaning stuff.
I’ll clean the couch.
We’ll do the whole thing.
You can go lay down.
What?
That wasn’t your decision to make, Peter.
I will do the whole couch for you.
I wanted Jenny here.
And I wanted to clean the couch.
Why?
Why?
Because I wanted Jenny here, and I wanted to clean the couch.
Literally, all I’m doing is trying to help you.
I don’t know what’s going on here.
You used to love it when I took care of you.
When we first met you used…
Oh!
I was 26.
What is that supposed to mean?
[unsettling music]
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What’s your favorite thing about Milo?
What?
It’s one of the interview questions, what’s your favorite thing?
Oh, fuck.
I haven’t looked at the sheet.
Um.
I love when he has a nightmare and I come into the room and I hold his hand and I talk to him until he falls back asleep.
I love that.
[gentle music]
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[door thuds, bottles clanking]
How do you not have… there’s no actual food in here, Brian.
Which isn’t a problem, because like I said, I’m not really hungry.
But you haven’t eaten yet, OK?
I’m gonna… let me…
I’m gonna fix something for you, and then I’m gonna put in a grocery order, a real one.
Because this shit cannot be… are you 12?
They’re good.
Yeah, but they’re not… it’s not real food.
You’re not a kid anymore.
You gotta learn to eat like an adult, OK?
Sit, please.
What do we got behind door number three?
Soup, that’s a start.
There’s no soy in it.
How do you know that for sure?
Because I only buy stuff you can eat, too.
Hmm.
Are you taking your pain meds?
Not today.
Because I hate them.
You would too.
They suck.
We’re gonna find a solution, OK?
I could just use the chair.
No.
No way.
You’re not gonna be confined to that thing.
Not on my watch, all right?
We can do better.
[laughs]
What do you think a five-year-old remembers?
Like, what will Milo remember when…
I guess, if he…
He’ll come home.
I don’t know though.
Five is young.
Like, I only have little flickers of memories from that age.
Like, I remember random shit like getting out of a car in our home on Foxtail.
Yeah.
It’s such a whatever memory.
Just getting out of the car, running up to the front door.
I don’t even remember why I was in a hurry.
But, you know, it must have been before the accident.
Sure as shit not running now.
Yeah.
You must’ve been so scared when I got hurt.
Sorry.
No.
I haven’t even really thought about it before.
You were just a kid.
Well, I wasn’t scared, you know, at first because I didn’t realize it was serious.
Um, because we were just having so much fun, you know?
You always played with us.
Yeah, of course.
Oh, my god, you guys were a blast.
It was…
[laughs] It was the best.
Um, yeah, I remember Lia chasing you, and, uh, and she was so hyper.
I remember her screaming.
Yeah.
And, uh… and I was in the kitchen.
And she’s just chasing you around that corner.
I was looking back at her over my shoulder.
Couldn’t see where I was going.
You know how often I get asked how this happened?
I’d give anything to have a sexier answer than “tripped over my own feet.”
Yeah.
It’s pathetic.
It’s the truth.
You got there before mom, didn’t you?
Yeah.
I came in from the kitchen.
And you were laying on the pillow fort.
But you had your eyes closed and you weren’t moving, so I thought you were faking it for attention.
Lia ran off crying to Mom, “I didn’t mean to do it.
Don’t be mad.”
[laughs]
And, uh, so I went over to you.
But you still weren’t getting up.
So, I tickled you.
Um, but you didn’t move.
[somber music]
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So that’s when I got scared.
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Because I realized something happened.
You know, you must’ve hit something before you landed on the pillows.
You know, then I sat there with you.
It was just you and me alone for what… what felt like a long, long time.
And I kept thinking that you might not wake up.
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I’d switch with you if I could, Brian.
And I hate that I can’t.
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[clears throat]
Please, let me get your pain meds.
I don’t want to get tired.
You can lay down.
All right?
I’ll be here.
Sure.
I just got a refill.
It should be in the cabinet.
OK.
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You said you just got a refill?
Yeah.
Who picked it up for you?
Lia.
Why?
Just curious.
[tense music]
[sighs]
[gentle music]
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[blow dryer whirring]
Hey, Mar!
Hey, uh, I was hoping we could, uh… we could talk.
Yeah, same.
Hey, that, uh, Easter weekend, you… you went to the art gallery, right?
Why does that matter?
I’m just trying to remember all the details.
Peter went to get juice.
I was putting Milo to sleep.
And you, Brian, and Lia, you went to the art gallery?
Right.
The three of you?
Yeah, the three of us.
Looking at art?
It was a friend of Lia’s.
She wanted to show support, I guess.
Yeah, I didn’t think you’d lie to me a third time.
Obviously, I was wrong.
Hey, listen, I can explain, OK?
I’ve spoken to Brian.
Where were you and Lia?
You do not honestly believe that we had something to do with Milo’s kidnapping.
I think that Carrie Finch got into our lives somehow.
And you’re hiding something from me.
And I don’t know what that is.
OK, look, look, Lia and I have been seeing each other for months.
And, Brian, he had something that he wanted to do.
We dropped him off for a bit, and then we went to dinner.
It doesn’t get any more exciting than that.
OK?
And I am sure that I could find the charge on my credit card statement if you need to see it.
You’re dating my sister?
Shit.
Shit.
Um.
Yeah.
And I know that it might be weird that I am involved with your sister.
Uh, no, no, I don’t…
I don’t care about that.
I’m not a Neanderthal.
And my sister’s an adult.
She can… she can date who she wants.
I do care that you’re both addicts, though.
OK, we’re… we’re not the same kind of addict, Peter.
Fine, yeah.
No, you’re a gambling addict, and she likes pills.
But you’re not really supposed to date each other, right?
No, it’s… it’s not like a rule.
No, but it’s not exactly encouraged, is it?
No.
No.
Because it puts you both at a risk for relapse.
I… I trusted you.
I… I… I went into business with you.
And I put my name next to yours on a wall, because I trusted you, Colin.
Listen, my personal life has nothing to do with our business.
I would never put that at risk.
Well, well, it has in the past.
I mean, are you… are you gambling again?
No.
He’s not the one who relapsed.
Lia is.
Brian’s pills are missing.
What?
Yeah.
No, listen, hey.
Lia did not take those…
How the fuck would you know?
Lia did not take those pills.
Right, no.
What?
They just got up and left on their own?
I don’t know.
Maybe it’s a misunderstanding.
Have you even asked her if she took them?
Why would I?
Addicts lie.
[laughs] Oh, come on, you…
What?
You kind of love this, don’t you?
Excuse me?
Yeah.
That’s the power you hold over everyone.
If Lia needs help, you’re there.
Brian, the same.
Yeah.
And, you know, here’s, uh… here’s some money.
Yeah.
Here’s a favor.
Mmhmm.
Here I am to save the day.
Mmhmm.
But it comes with a price.
You know, I am…
I am so fucking tired of watching you belittle her.
I used to think that maybe you didn’t realize the impact that you had on her.
But, ha!
Oh, man, I do now.
You do it on purpose.
You know exactly what you’re doing.
And you are a shitty fucking brother.
Yeah.
OK, um.
I’ve been looking out for my siblings since I was nine.
My parents weren’t really into the whole, like, child rearing thing, so that… that fell to me.
I never wanted them to know how disinterested our parents were.
Because I knew how much that would hurt them, because I know how much that hurt me.
Yeah.
So I acted like I wanted to be their babysitter.
And I acted like I wanted to hang out with fucking toddlers.
And then it’s just, at some point, this, like, the strangest thing happened where I… uh, actually, I did.
I don’t think that you can take care of someone and not fall in love with them.
That’s not how the heart works.
So I’m sorry if you don’t approve of my relationship with my siblings.
But I love them.
And I’m worried about my sister.
And I’m doing my best.
[somber music]
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[footsteps tapping]
[exhales]
[phone vibrates]
Hello?
Hello, this is Dr. Hamani from the Oakbrook Neurosurgery. And I’m returning a call to Brian Irvine.
Yeah, hi, this is Brian Irvine.
Thank you for calling me back.
I know you met with my brother, Peter Irvine, a few weeks ago about a spinal operation?
Uh, yeah, I did, that’s right.
I know I’m not a good fit for this operation, he told me, but I just wanted to ask if you could keep me on a list or whatever, for future ones?
Just in case.
Uh, I’m sorry, I don’t under… quite understand.
What do you mean?
You said your brother, Peter Irvine, informed you that you were not a good fit for this operation?
[tense music]
Mr. Irvine?
[suspenseful music]
[wheelchair whirring]
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It’s gonna go great, OK?
Thanks.
The whole nation will be watching.
We’re gonna find Milo.
[distant thud]
[clock ticking]
[distant thud]
What the fuck?
Did you hear that?
[loud thud]
Hey! Hey!
What are you doing?
Surprise.
Brian.
Hey!
Oh, my god, Brian!
God damn it! Hey!
I don’t want those wheels…
God damn it!
In this house!
God damn it!
This is why I don’t… this is why I don’t want wheels in the house, Brian!
[laughs]
Hey!
Are you drunk?
Yep!
Am I?
Fuck.
Obviously.
How more blatant can I be?
OK, should you be drinking?
Fuck sake.
[moans] Brian, I don’t…
Mmm.
I think that’s enough.
[burps] Oh, why don’t I do this more often?
I don’t drive.
I could go through life drunk and be fine.
What has gotten into you?
I am happy!
You are an asshole, is what you are.
You’re gonna regret saying that soon.
He’s gonna regret it.
And what is that supposed to mean?
Hey, hey, Brian, buddy, what’s going on, man?
You know who else you call “buddy?”
Milo! You call Milo, “buddy.”
But you also call me “buddy.”
You ever think about why?
I’m an adult, not a child!
You’re condescending as fuck.
Hey, I am sorry, man.
I didn’t realize that I was doing that.
Well, now you do!
Cause Brian is honest!
Brian is a drunk dick right now.
“Real Insight’s” gonna be here in five minutes.
I’m not gonna fuck up the interview.
I need you…
You already have.
How, exactly?
Well, you’re drunk!
And we need to concentrate and not be distracted.
Your kid’s missing.
Think you’ve got a good excuse.
Oh, fuck you!
Get the fuck out of this house!
Again, think you’re gonna regret that.
You think because you’re disabled you get a pass to act this way?
Well, you don’t, Brian.
Oh!
Not in my house.
Newsflash, Mar!
I get whatever I want.
Now, everyone, watch out!
Big wheels are gonna keep on turning!
Hey!
Hey, hey, hey, hey!
Hey, hey, hey!
[glass shattering]
Jesus Christ, Brian!
Oh, fuck!
Fuck the booze hits fast when you’re already on pills.
I want you out of the house now.
I am never, ever doing anything for you ever again, Peter.
Because I know!
[foreboding music]
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[tires screeching]
[sighs]
[tense music]
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Negative drug test!
Over-the-counter, but accurate as fuck!
I’m clean!
You missed a lot.
Wha…
He doesn’t know what he’s talking about.
Oh, but I do.
I know, I know, I know.
You lied to me.
Brian, don’t do this now.
[laughs]
What is going on?
For your own sake, Brian.
My sake?
Let’s not do this.
Oh, OK.
Do what?
Where are Brian’s meds?
I just showed you a negative drug test.
[laughs]
Yeah, that’s great.
His meds are still missing, so.
Peter, Peter…
You’re just going to assume that’s me?
Did you even check the cabinet?
No.
Everyone leaves their shit lying around.
I’m always picking things up.
There!
See?
Peter, that’s where we keep the medical stuff!
I didn’t do it.
[laughs]
I didn’t do it!
Mmhmm.
Do you have any idea how it feels…
It’s always you.
when you constantly…
It is always you.
Accuse me.
But you are the one, you are the one, OK?
I’m not… [laughs] I’m not making this up.
Who else am I supposed to accuse of taking the meds, The people in this room who don’t have a history of drug abuse or the one person who’s been to rehab three times for pills?
So, congratulations, Lia, you’re right.
I was wrong…
OK.
Today. I’ll be right tomorrow.
But today…
Dude, you are such a fucking asshole.
Just stop it.
I’m wrong.
Yeah, everyone…
You know what?
Just fucking stop.
We all pretend that your personality is, like, quirky and cute, deep down, that is not how we feel.
Oh.
We feel sad.
Peter!
Peter, they’re going to be here any minute.
Stop!
OK?
Because you are smart and talented, and you could do anything…
OK, see… with your life.
This is what I’m talking about.
It’s that right there.
What?
The truth?
No, it’s not the truth.
It’s the constant undermining of everyone around.
Colin, I’m allowed to have a point of view on things in my house.
Sure, but it’s not her fault that she grew up with baggage.
No, it’s not.
It’s not her fault.
It is her fault that she uses it as an excuse to be irresponsible, which she does.
And you know it.
Because you remind me…
Oh!
All the time, Peter!
My god.
That it… that… that it’s my fault that Brian can’t walk.
Well.
That it’s my fault that his entire life is ruined!
True.
You know what, Lia?
I would love to dedicate the evening to your feelings, but right now, I got some other shit going on.
What the fuck are you doing in your chair?
Newsflash to everyone here…
I like my chair.
I got it. I got it.
Most disabled people actually kind of dig…
Please, stop.
Mar.
Their wheelchairs.
I got it, Peter.
You see, to all of you, this chair is a trap.
But to me? It’s freedom.
I can actually get places.
You know what I hate?
My crutch.
It sucks.
Walking… sucks.
Walking hurts.
I’m in pain all day.
Here’s the funny part.
The thing you’ve been dangling in front of my face for years?
More mobility, standing up a few more inches?
It’s not actually what I want, you stupid motherfucker.
Oh, OK.
What I want is to live without pain.
And I can do that in this chair.
You tell them or I will.
“Real Insight” is here.
We’re not doing this now.
Admit it, Peter.
We are not doing this now.
You tell them or I’ll tell.
Brian was a potential candidate for spinal surgery, and I told him he wasn’t.
And apparently, he’s just found out.
You what?
You lied?
Yeah.
Yeah, I did, I lied.
Oh, god.
Why?
I can’t do this.
Yeah, Peter.
Why?
[sighs]
The surgery is supposed to help you regain function, right?
But what’s next?
What are the next steps after that?
Come on, Bri.
You got this.
What is it?
More function means more ability, means more independence.
You might live on your own.
You might get a job, a real one.
But you don’t want that.
Not really.
Some part of you loves that I take care of you.
What is wrong with you?
You’re the exact same way.
Don’t even start with that.
You’re the exact same way, OK?
And this, I love this.
Good call.
You told him?
I had to.
No, really.
No, I’m… I’m glad for you.
I’m sure you’re running out of stuff to talk about in those therapy sessions, twice a week, a couple hundred bucks a pop.
At least this time, when you relapse, you’ll be able to dive into how dating another addict was maybe not…
No.
such great idea.
No.
Hey, fuck you.
No, I would just hate for those therapy sessions that I pay for to be thin on content.
I said I am clean!
We got it, Lia.
We got it.
Brian, that surgery comes with major risks.
You think that the corner of a coffee table fucks up your spine?
You don’t want to know what a scalpel could do.
So you can think I’m an asshole all you want for saying no to the surgery, but the truth is, I was worried.
Everyone needs to leave.
I will do the interview alone.
Get out.
Mar.
Out! Now Peter.
You don’t know how I fell.
Yeah, I do.
You hit the coffee table.
You don’t know that.
Yeah, of course I do.
You never saw me fall.
You were in the kitchen.
Then, you told me.
I never did because I don’t even really remember myself.
It was a long time ago.
I never said that.
I think you just don’t remember.
I would remember saying that.
Then it’s a logical deduction that the only thing you could have hit was the coffee table.
I could have hit the end table, the arm of the couch.
We moved it all around when we built the pillow fort.
I could have hit a lot of things, but you just said I hit the corner of the coffee table.
Right, then I… then I… then I… then I must have been able to see it from the kitchen.
You couldn’t have seen me fall from the kitchen!
I remember our old house!
There’s no way!
I could, I’m telling you.
You lied about being in the kitchen when I fell.
No.
You lied back then and you’re still lying now.
Why?
I’m not lying.
Where were you when I fell?
I’m… I’m…
I’m telling you…
Where were you when I fell?
Brian, I’m telling you right now where I was.
Oh, my god.
Oh, my god.
You were in the living room, weren’t you?
I…
I never meant to hurt you.
[somber music]
[sobs]
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I was in the living room.
I was in the living room, and you didn’t see me because you were chasing him down the… down the hall.
And… and you didn’t see me, because your… your head was turned to look at her.
And I just wanted…
I just wanted to…
I was trying to play with you.
I was just trying to play with you.
I’m sorry.
I was… I was ten.
I’m sorry, Brian.
Shit.
I’m so sorry.
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[sobbing]
♪♪
You didn’t trip over your own feet.
You tripped over my foot, because I stuck it out, because I thought it would be funny.
But there was so many pillows in the living room.
And I… and I…
I just thought that you were gonna…
Lia, you thought it was your fault and you went to get Mom, and you took the blame.
You took the blame before I could stop you.
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And then Mom called the ambulance.
And everybody was crying.
And I just…
I didn’t lie.
I just never corrected you.
You have let me believe that this was my fault my entire life.
Lia, I was ten.
How old are you now?
Hmm?
I gave you a gift.
I give you an excuse, wrapped up in a bow, to be a wreck your entire life.
Oh, my god.
I’m not a wreck, Peter!
Just stop.
Just stop! Stop!
Stop. Stop it.
Everyone, fucking stop it.
Stop it, stop it, stop it.
You know, you make sense to me now.
You do, you’re sick.
You’re sick.
I’m sick?
You’re sick.
Fuck, you’re sick!
I’m sick?
Yeah!
I’m sick cause I bail you out every time you get in trouble?
I’m sick?
I’m sick ’cause I want to help the people around me?
That’s sick?
You don’t want to help the people around you.
You want the people around you to need your help.
Oh.
Yeah.
[doorbell ringing]
Oh, fuck.
Maybe everything is your fault.
They’re here!
Maybe you’re the reason someone got into the ranch house at Easter.
Shut up.
Maybe you were never getting juice.
Fuck you.
Maybe you never set the alarm!
Shut the fuck up!
Maybe you lied.
Maybe you’re the reason Milo went missing.
[knock at door]
For fuck’s sake!
And now… now, he’s fucking dead!
No!
[glass shattering]
[sobbing]
Stop!
Stop, stop, stop, stop.
[sobbing]
Mar, hey. Hey.
Hey, hey.
Oh, fuck.
OK.
OK.
Hey. Hey.
OK.
Hey, OK.
It’s OK.
My favorite thing about Milo is using him as an excuse to send you away.
We weren’t out of juice that weekend, and we weren’t out of upholstery cleaner today.
The longer we are married, the more I like it when you’re gone.
[phone rings]
Hello?
It’s the police.
There’s a boy at the station.
[dramatic music]
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