Shrinking

- This all right? - Yeah.

There you go. Nice work.

Stop chirping at me and let me fucking do it.

Hey, Donny.

What are you doing here, dipshit?

Thanks for asking.

What, are you on fucking break? Give me a hand.

So listen, the DA is gonna file her charges on Grace today,

and I was thinking that maybe you might wanna, I don't know, drop 'em.

Look, I know what you're thinking.

"Why would I do that? She pushed me off a fucking cliff."

What's with that voice?

That's how you sound in my head.

Look, I mentioned to the DA that there's a history of abuse

and I'm betting I'm not gonna be the only one who says that.

So maybe dropping these charges is a win-win.

Fuck you.

You got any second thoughts?

Fuck you again.

I feel like you're really still stuck on that first thought.

You and this bitch are both wasting my time.

Okay. Wheel safe.

I hope he doesn't get better.

I hear you.

I still feel like that's wildly inappropriate.

I just hate him so much.

Quite a letter.

A lot of f-bombs.

Well, it's not to my congresswoman. It's to my guy who killed my mom.

It was Summer's suggestion.

She's my new life guru.

Wasn't she hospitalized once for swallowing a dryer sheet?

Yeah. But that's just 'cause she thought it would help her pass a Breathalyzer.

Makes sense.

Well, how did you feel writing this?

A little better.

I still can't get that guy out of my head though.

So I went to his house.

You what?

I didn't talk to him or anything. I just... I don't know.

Lately, I feel like my brain is about to explode.

That's what I'm here for.

I'm not saying you can't talk to him someday,

but that takes work, and it never turns out the way you want.

Promise me you won't go see this guy again.

Yeah, I get it.

Jesus, say it! Say you promise.

I promise.

I'm having a strange déjà vu.

- Hi, Alice. - Hey.

Thanks for coming here today. He's got a stiff leg.

Here's a heating pad, cowboy.

Thank you.

Not in front of the kid.

Adopt me.

Be my grandparents.

All right. Don't forget to take your pills to work.

I wasn't gonna forget them.

I was.

Holy shit. Sean, this is, like, change-your-life amazing.

You should be so fricking proud of yourself.

- Thanks, Gaby. It means a lot. - Wow.

- What, do you need a compliment too? - Yeah.

- But you don't cook? - No.

- Do you drive the truck? - Too scary.

- Do you do food prep? - What's food prep?

I'm just gonna assume that you're terrible at customer service.

I don't really like people.

Okay. Your hair looks lustrous today.

Thank you.

- We did it. - We did.

Okay. I'm gonna tear this up and I'm also not paying.

- So, thanks for the free food, suckers. - All right.

- Bye. - See ya.

You got ketchup on your hand, man.

Could I trouble you for a napkin?

Three bucks.

I'm joking.

- All right. - Dad?

Sean? Hey.

Sean, what's up?

What's up, buddy?

So, you quit the job with me to work at a food truck?

He's actually an owner.

I was gonna tell you.

But I wanted to wait until it got on its feet.

You guys want me to make you some food?

Maybe next time. We already ate.

I had three triple cheeseburgers.

That's disgusting.

This is really great.

I don't even know what to say.

Wow.

All right. Well, we should get going.

- You ready, G? All right. - Yeah.

- See you, Dad. - Yeah. I'll check you out next time.

- Bye, Sean. - Later, Graham.

So nice to see family.

I still can't believe you didn't tell me about you and Gaby.

Is there any chance you just let this go?

There is not.

Okay.

- Hey, Grace. - Hi, how are you?

That's it? I'm used to you guys trying to boost my spirits every time you see me.

- There she is! Miss Incarceration. - Queen of the jail!

Orange is the new snack.

Okay. We can be done.

So, the DA should be deciding about final charges soon.

If she goes with aggravated assault, it might only be eight months.

But if it's second-degree attempted murder,

it could be up to five years.

It makes no difference to me.

No difference?

Eight months, you sublet your apartment, maybe try bangs.

Goes by like that.

Five years, though would also go by super fast.

I should take this.

You know, I've been working with Brian to connect with any of your friends

who might be willing to give character witness statements.

You would be blown away by how many people want to help.

Yeah.

My sister Jennie flew in. I didn't even ask her to come.

Okay. Thanks.

So, because of the history of abuse and Donny's multiple felony arrests,

they don't believe they could get a conviction.

So, the state's decided not to pursue charges.

This is amazing!

I did it! I won!

- You didn't really do anything... - I don't care. I'm counting it.

This is so fucked.

I mean, there's no punishment for ruining another human being's life?

I deserve to be punished.

No, you don't.

I agree with your sister, Grace.

Look, what you really need to do is...

Please don't start again with this "forgive myself" bullshit.

I know you think that's where I was headed,

but it was. That's where I was headed.

Listen, Grace.

I know it's gonna take time, but you will forgive yourself.

No, I won't.

Because every time I close my eyes, I picture the way he looked after he fell.

His legs were, like, wrapped around his neck like a scarf.

Painful but cozy.

Stop helping.

Grace, it's not healthy for you to stay here.

Just go back to Vancouver with Jennie.

But I can't do that because all my stuff is at Donny's.

Brian will get your stuff.

I will?

You said you had to go get him to sign the divorce papers.

True. In the time it takes him to sign a paper,

I should be able to pack up a woman's entire life.

If you do this, I will let you throw away

three items of clothing of mine that you hate.

Deal. Take off that sweater.

My dad gave me this sweater.

Because he realized how ugly it was?

- Because he died. - No, he didn't.

Grace. We're gonna get you through this.

Okay.

Pants too.

Hey, Paul.

- Hey, Gaby. - Hey, Gaby.

Nope.

You stopped sleeping together. Shocker.

With you two, my money was on forever.

I expect you to be civil.

- Would you like some coffee? - Suck my dick, you big dumb bitch.

She's not following the rules, Paul.

Hey, sexy.

Do you want to buy some drugs?

I can only pay with my body.

You know, I feel like you forgot these on purpose.

Since I'm here, maybe I should just shift into neurologist mode

and make sure that you're eating right.

Get that mode, girl. That is so hot.

That's not my ice cream. That's Jimmy's.

No, it's not.

See? Bad dude. Never has your back.

Into the garbage.

I gotta run.

You still okay to meet Elliot tomorrow?

- Yeah, I'm ready. - Okay.

Who's Elliot?

- Her husband. - Oh, damn.

You little hussy.

Are you going to visit his grave or...

No, Jimmy. Not everyone's spouse is dead.

Oh, my gosh. Is this like a throuple sitch?

'Cause if not, you guys looking for a tall, Black, sexy third?

Please.

He's got dementia.

He lives in a care facility.

That's a lot, Paul.

Just know I'm here if you need me.

Wow. So you can consider other people's feelings.

- Play nice. - No problem, Paul.

She's doing it again, Paul.

Grow up, Jimmy.