Tara and Max are in the psychiatrist's office, at the Getaway center.
Psychiatrist: So, I wanna go over a few more things before we meet Mr. Johanssen tomorrow.
Max: Are you gonna have us do more of that role playing? Because, you know, frankly, I suck at the role playing.
Tara: He does.
Max: I do.
Psychiatrist: As you know, I do have my misgivings about this... considering where you are in your treatment. But... Tara, you seem very clear that this is what you want.
Tara: It is.
Psychiatrist: Okay, I'll do everything I can to facilitate it and to keep you safe.
Tara: Thanks. I think I'm okay. I actually feel kind of calm. I'm not expecting any kind of apology or anything.
Max: Can I at least shove some of that shitty cafeteria Stroganoff down this guy's fucking throat? All right. Probably not being helpful.
Psychiatrist: No, it's okay. You have every reason to wanna face Trip, Max, but remember, just because he's open to a meeting and talking, doesn't mean that his feelings won't change once we get into the room. And yours, too, Tara.
Tara: I know. I'm not looking for a miracle. And I heard you yesterday when you said even if it goes well, it might be disappointing. But I just... I wanna get better. Not knowing has gotta be worse than anything that can happen in that room. Right?
Max: Yeah, right.
Tara: So...
Psychiatrist: Okay.
Tara: Okay.
Marshall, Kate and Nick are in the kitchen.
Kate: Oh, my God, it's so weird. It's like candy.
Charmaine arrives.
Charmaine: What are you guys doing?
Kate: Nick got us this miracle fruit. It's like this fucked up berry that changes your mouth so everything tastes sweet.
Charmaine: Fabulous. Well, keep it down, okay? I'm calling your mom at the hospital.
Kate: How is she?
Charmaine: It's pretty intense. There's a lot goin'on. Any messages?
Kate: Yeah, tell her I say hi.
Marshall: Nope.
Nick: You okay?
Charmaine: Yeah.
Kate: So you're just never gonna talk to mom?
Marshall: And say what?
Kate: Dude, you need to figure that shit out. Anyway, I gotta go. I have a meeting at the Barnabeez headquarters tomorrow.Hopefully, they write me a big, fat check so I can get a Vespa.
Charmaine: I gotta make this call.
Kate: Good night.
Kate and Charmaine both leave the kitchen, leaving the guys alone.
Nick: Bad text?
No text.
Nick: Girl thing?
Guy thing.
Nick: Oh, right. Here, try the hot sauce. Tastes like clover honey or something.
His name's Jason. Some really heavy stuff went down, but... I'm still... still trying to figure out if it was just in my head like a movie or something. Molasses.
Nick: Look, it's... It's pretty common at your age... Trust me. I mean, someday, probably sooner than you think, you'll be with someone and it'll be... completely authentic. Like this thing I have with your aunt... Crazy real, you know?
Charmaine is in the corridor, overhearing them. She sends a text to Neil, saying "Hi".
Kate is at the Barnabeeez headquarters, in a meeting room, with two persons.
Woman: So... Katy.
Kate: Kate.
Woman: Kate. We're gonna go ahead and advise you to drop your case.
Kate: What? But I already told you that Gene... Mr. Stuart was a huge prevert.
Man: That's plausible. But you have to understand that Barnabeez is a very, very large corporation. With the addition of Barnabeez to go in select restaurants and the Barnabeez Island shacks in Wyoming and Nebraska, we've become the largest full-service seafood franchise in the country.
Kate: Wait. Hold on one sec. I have some proof that there was misconduct with Gene. Evidence, as you say.
Kate takes her phone out and shows them some pictures of Gene.
Kate: Here. Sorry, it's a little grainy. That is one of Gene's inventions. Now if... the two of you would... maybe give me some money, compensate me, I won't show anyone the picture.
Man: Kate, by... showing us this photo, you're only proving that you were a willing participant in your relations with Gene.
Kate: Well, I did participate, but... that doesn't mean that everything's cool. He was my boss, you know?
Woman: And you seem like a young lady who knows what she's doing.
Kate: You guys have creepy eyes. You suck.
Kate leaves.
Kate comes back home, and goes right onto her bed. Marshall is in the bathroom.
Kate: Don't ask.
Marshall: Not even here.
Kate: They were complete assholes! Whatever. I'm 15. I should know by now that the world is just... complete and total fucking bullshit. I hate everybody.
Marshall is reading a text he just received.
Kate: Moosh.
Marshall: Petula's at Starbucks. Jason just came in with Denise Embry.
Kate: What do you mean with?
Marshall: With. With her. Just like you said would happen. God, you must be so happy. Why aren't you jumping up and down right now? I mean, you were right about everything. That mom was just trying to protect me...
Kate: Why are you telling me?
At the Getaway Center, Tara and Max are waiting in the hall.
Max: Dr. Holden's comin' about 10:00. I guess Trip and his wife are there already. Are you ready?
Tara: Thought I was.
Max: You don't have to do this. It's your choice. You choose not to... It's just as strong as doin'it.
Tara: I don't know!
Max: Okay, that's it. We're callin'it off.
Tara: No, just wait. Shit!
Max: Okay, I'm gonna get Dr. H. Keep your ass right there.
Max goes looking for Dr Holden. Marshall arrives.
Marshall: Mom?
Tara: Marshall?
Marshall: Aunt Charmaine drove me. She's in the car psyching herself up. She says she can't handle seeing a hospital so soon after the whole... Dr. Pete ordeal.
Tara: What are you...
Marshall: God, Mom... Thought this place cost a lotta money. Shouldn't they have more chairs for people? You should write a letter and get a refund or a better room or something. I could help you if you want. I'm an excellent scathing letter writer.
Tara: Thanks, Marshy. You came 200 miles.
Marshall: It was necessary. (They hug) I forgive you, mom. And I love you.
Later, Dr. Holden, Max and Tara enters the room in which the Johanssens are.
Dr. Holden: So Tara, this is... This is Trip and his wife Judi.
Tara: Hello.
Trip: Good to see you again.
Tara: Hello.
Judi: Hello. Well, there's some cookies in these containers. Lemon and lavender in this guy, chocolate chippers in the other, and, there is a sun tea in case anyone's thirsty.
Max: We're fine, thanks.
Tara: I'll have a cookie.
Judi: I looked up D.I.D. on the internet. It's so difficult.
Dr. Holden: Okay, so... Tara's gonna talk about the impact of this event and ask questions. Trip, you'll have a chance to respond to Tara's questions and speak your own truth as well.
Tara: Well, I guess Dr. Holden told you I don't remember anything about what happened. I've sort of stitched pieces together, but I don't know if they're true. There's so many holes I need help with and, apparently I was very drunk.
Trip: So was I. And I'll tell ya anything I can remember.
Judi: It's so cold in here, huh?
Charmaine joins Marshall in the hall.
Marshall: You came in.
Charmaine: Well... Come on, of course. I felt bad thinking about you in here with all the crazies.
Marshall: They're not so bad.
Charmaine: No, it's a wonderful asylum.
Marshall: Boy... Christie Brinkley's made some bad choices, huh?
Charmaine: Do you like Nick?
Marshall: Fake uncle Nick?
Charmaine: My boyfriend Nick. Do you like him better than Neil?
Marshall: It's like apples and oranges, you know? I mean, to use literary tropes... Neil is a holy fool, and Nick... Nick is like Deus ex machina.
Charmaine: God's gift... Right?
Marshall: Sort of.
Charmaine receives a text from Neil, a picture of a cat hanging on a tree branch and "Hang in there". A man approaches them.
Marshall: 'Scuse me, may I help you guys with something?
Charmaine: No, no, my sister's meeting with her rapist, so we're just, you know, hangin' out.
The man goes away.
Charmaine: He was kind of beautiful.
Marshall: He looked like a retarded Mark Harmon.
Charmaine: You know, you're picky because you're young.
At home, Kate is going downstairs. She's on the phone with Tonya.
Kate: No, Tanya, it's hopeless. They're not gonna compensate me. And I'm still gonna have to work at the fucking chocolate starfish.
Gene is sitting in her livingroom.
Gene: Oh, really? Because I got fired.
Kate: Let me call you back. How did you get in here? How long have you been in here?
Gene: Long enough to see that a once sweet girl has become... very jaded.
Kate: Shut up. You got fired?
Gene: It was worth it. I'd lose anything to be with you.
Kate: What?
Gene: I'm in love with you, Katy. Sure, I've had feelings for other girls at Barnabeez before. We both know I'm... no angel, but... You're the one.
Kate: No, I'm not.
Gene: Yes, you are. From the moment you walked in with that... silly blue streak in your hair, I knew I would never be the same... As a manager or a man.
Kate: Whaou indeed.
Gene: I knew you only went to H.R. to try and get my attention. It was dramatic, but it worked, as desperate acts so often do. So what's next for us? Do we tell everyone or... run away together?
Kate: Run away?
Gene: Being apart is not an option. Am I right? I know I can't live without you. This is really intense.
Kate: I'm just gonna go to the kitchen to... just get some water.
She goes into the kitchen.
Gene: Can you grab me another Sierra Mist?
Kate: Yeah. Sure.
She leaves the house by the back door.
At the Getaway center...
Trip: So it must have been a Saturday. The 12th of May. I went home the next day for my grandmother's birthday. When I got back, my girlfriend... confronted me, but... I denied it.
Max: Your girlfriend Heidi.
Trip: Other than you guys being roommates, I... You know, I didn't know you very well. You were very quiet. Didn't really party with the group.
Judy: I wasn't the party type either in school.
Trip: This is hard. I'm glad you called, 'cause it's been troubling me. I even have sleep problems. I mean, Judi can tell you. I've been carrying it for a long time.
Max: You're tired, huh? You took advantage of my wife. She split into pieces. Now you can't catch a nap?
Dr. Holden: We're gonna take a time out here.
Max and Tara leave the room.
Max: It's tough to sit in the same room with that mother fucker. He just went right on with his life.
Tara: And here you are, all messed up in mine.
Max: No, it's not like that. It's not like that.
Tara: If the situation was reversed, I'd drive over his face with a truck. Think you can go back in there without killing anybody?
Max: Maybe. Yes. Let's go.
In the hall...
Charmaine: Sex tips for the frumpy housewives.
Marshall: What does it say? Is it gross?
Charmaine: It says position a pillow under his back to elevate him comfortably and provide more stimulation to your...
Marshall: I don't wanna hear about anyone's vagina. Especially not a coupon-clipping mom vagina.
Charmaine: Well, I wonder if Alice reads this magazine.
Marshall: You know, Alice is actually more well-read than you think. She's learning french right now so she can be more like Jackie Onassis.
Charmaine: I can't believe how normal you are.
Marshall: I can't believe you're so damaged you think I'm normal.
In the meeting room...
Trip: I let the situation get outta hand. Like you said, I took advantage. If I could go back... It sure as hell wouldn't have happened.
Dr. Holden: Well, I think this is a good place to finish up.
Tara: Thanks for meeting with me.
Judi: We thought it was important.
Trip: Yeah, we did. I'm glad you called. I'm not... I'm not... You know, I'm not glad. I mean... I mean...
Judi: They know what you mean, sweetie.
Trip: See ya, T.
Tara: What?
Trip: I'm sorry?
Max: You just called her T.
Trip: Was that too familiar? I'm... Pardon me. I mean... What do you call yourself?
Tara makes a transition to T.
Judi: I don't understand.
T.: No, you don't, bitch! She can't tell you. 'Cause that was my night, not Tara's. And it wasn't just your hubby either. Fucked his buddy Mike too. That guy's dick was huge! But don't take it too hard, Trip. You fucked like a jackhammer.
Max: Jesus Christ.
Buck takes his turn.
Buck: This is B.S. T.'s just trying to act all cool. If all the girls in Tara woulda let me out that night, I woulda pulled your balls out your butthole!
Dr. Holden: Max, take Buck, just...
T.'s back.
T: Buck's gone! Nobody's taking me anywhere, you fuckin' fuckers.
Judi: Okay, I don't know what's going on, but I think we've done our part.
T: What's the big deal, sweetheart? Yeah, I fucked 'em. Then they fucked each other.
Judi: What?
Trip: Come on, honey, let's go.
T: Up here.
Later, Max and T. are in Dr. Holden's office.
Max: So the fact that... T. was out before this incident...
T: Oh, I was out, baby!
Dr. Holden: Tara was already a multiple.
Max: So what happened with Trip wasn't what made Tara split.
T: You're cute. I wish you were a gyno.
Max: Shut up, T.
Dr. Holden: This isn't uncommon. The idea at the boarding school incident was actually a re-traumatization. Makes good sense, Max.
T: She's hot. I'm not a lezzo, but I'd suck her box.
Max: That's enough!
Alice takes control of Tara's body.
Alice: T. is just impossible. I must apologize for her. What you must think of us. T.'s trying to say something, but she can't come back out. No, T. No, you can't. And Tara... Well... I don't know where Tara's gone off to.
Dr. Holden: So Tara's not inside listening?
Alice: I don't know where Tara's gone off to. Just as well.
Dr. Holden: I'm here with Max, Tara. And we want you to know that you're safe.
Max: Yeah, nothing bad is gonna happen to you.
Alice: I told you, there's no Tara.
Dr. Holden: I think there is, and she's stronger than you think, Alice.
Alice: No, she isn't. She's weak, and she needs me. That you would suggest... That you would dare to suggest that you know her better than I do. Just...
Tara finally comes back.
Tara: I wanna go home.
Tara and Max joins Charmaine and Marshall in the hall.
Charmaine: Oh, my God. Hi, you guys. You look skinny.
Tara: In a... totally good way. Thanks for bringing him.
Charmaine: Of course.
Tara: You're reading good housekeeping?
Charmaine: Yeah, just learned to hem slacks.
Marshall: Are you okay? How'd it go?
Tara: It was... It was a lotta things.
Max: Let's get your suitcase.
Marshall: We're going home?
Max: She got time off for good behavior.
Later, they are back at home, eating...
Kate: So mom, when do I get to see that portrait you made of me in art therapy?
Tara: How about when you tell me why you hijacked my car?
Marshall: Want some more parmesan, Mom?
Tara: No, thanks, honey. I'm good.
Max: I'll have at it.
Kate: May I get anyone some tea?
Tara: You hate parmesan.
Marshall: She just said "May I".
Max: What are we doin'? Get your coats.
Later, at the bowling center...
Tara: Shit.
Kate: Mom, you suck.
Marshall: Yeah, you do.
Tara: Is this that miracle fruit?
Kate: You wanna try it? Messes with your taste buds for an hour.
Marshall: Just do it.
Tara: Not that exciting.
Kate: No, you have to bite it and roll it around in your mouth. Okay, now taste this.
Tara: Tastes like a chocolate shake.
Kate: I know! It's weird, right?
Max: Interception.
Kate: I'm up.
Marshall: Kate, I'm gonna show you how to make this ball your bitch. Here it goes.
Kate: Oh, my...
Tara: The kids are getting pretty good at this.
Max: Yeah, they... learned from Buck.
Tara: You know... It could get worse before it gets better.
Max: I know.
The episode ends up on a large view of the scene, including all the alters of Tara standing around Tara and Max.
[END]