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What's with all the boxes?
Some guys from the prison left these for Hope.
It's stuff that was in Lucy's cell
before they had to put her down.
Can we start saying "execute" again?
I thought "put her down" would sound nicer for the baby,
but it's still feeling like she died at the pound.
I thought "barbecued her"
was a smart way to lighten it up,
but no one wanted to try that.
Hmm.
Hope, your mommy's not here
'cause the governor had her barbecued.
Ah, it's close.
There's pros and cons.
It's a tough nut to crack.
Whoo, how badass is this?
A zip gun made out of tampon, cardboard and rubber bands. Pow.
Hey, all of this belongs to Hope.
Does anyone know how long it's gonna be
before we get to Havana?
I'm starting to get a little seasick.
Look, Maw Maw, bubble wrap.
Ooh. Oh!
Whoa, check out these videos.
"To my baby girl,
"watch these tapes so you'll always know your mommy
in case they send me off to the electric bye-bye chair."
BOTH: "The electric bye-bye chair."
Close. I don't know.
Not a fan. It's a tough nut to crack.
My beautiful beloved daughter, if you're watching this,
it's because I'm no longer with you.
But I doubt they'll pull the switch
since they'll never find where I put all the bodies.
FYI, don't dig too deep in the sandbox
at Paulson's Park.
But if I am taken from you, I wanted you
to have a few nuggets of my wisdom.
Do you not see that I'm making a movie
for my unborn fetus here?!
Shut up!
That's wisdom nugget number one:
"Always be considerate of others."
I want you to understand the importance of books.
In here, a book saved my life.
I used this to stab Tanya.
Tanya tried to take my oatmeal.
Oatmeal is so good for you.
The best way to a man's heart is through his stomach.
So push your blade in and up for a definite kill.
I've seen enough.
I still can't believe you hit something
that hot, Jimmy.
We need to burn these and not just anywhere.
I think we should burn them in a church.
Hey. We can't destroy those.
That's all Hope has left of her mother.
I'm not so sure that's true.
Nah. Jelly beans.
Jimmy, sometimes you have
to protect your child
from the truth.
I'm not lying to Hope.
Well, you're a parent now. You have to lie.
It's part of the job.
Wait, did you guys lie to me?
She did. Not me.
I do not practice "deceitery."
What about, "I know what I'm doing.
You won't get pregnant"?
I believed it at the time.
What did you lie to me about, Mom?
It doesn't matter.
They were... dumb little nothings.
Like when Rexie died,
he didn't really go to a farm
to hunt rabbits with Stone Cold Steve Austin's dogs.
And the reason you shouldn't pick your butt
is not because there's an eel living in there
and he might bite your finger off.
It's just because you shouldn't pick your butt.
I forgot about that one.
I noticed.
And you're not really allergic to fruit.
What?
That was a lie that got a little out of hand.
When you were little,
you really liked fruit.
And every time we had any in the house,
you'd just gobble it all up
before any of us had a chance to have any.
So I told you
you were allergic to it, and you stopped.
So basically, I spent my whole life getting punked?
She lied to you, not me.
I've always been very strict about telling you the truth.
But you never told me the truth.
Because I promised I'd keep her secrets.
I'm also very strict about keeping secrets.
As you can see,
it's been my own private hell.
Private hell!
This is all so messed up.
And that's exactly why
I'm not destroying Lucy's tapes.
I'm learning the truth now, and one day, Hope will, too.
Do not compare me to Lucy.
Those videotapes are way more disturbing
than anything I ever did.
Oh, I'm pretty disturbed.
I am sorry, Jimmy,
but this is one of those horrible secrets
a parent can never tell their kids.
Wait. Is there some bigger secret you're not telling me?
Nope.
Oh, there is. There is.
What is it?
I'm not telling you. That's the point.
Weren't you listening just now?
Well, just tell me. I can handle it.
Please. You just got freaked out over fruit.
I'm not telling you squat.
I don't...
It's been a private hell.
Private hell!
Oh, I can't believe
I've been missing out on this my whole life.
Fruit is delicious.
Oh, by the way, I'll pay for this later.
I'm saving the pits so I know what I ate.
Oh, good. Yeah. 'Cause I was super concerned.
And get this.
Apparently, there's some other bigger secret
she says I can't even handle.
Really?
She wouldn't tell you what it is?
Nope.
Well, you got to find out.
I mean, what if you were born with both male and female parts,
but they sewed up the female parts?
Oh, my God. I figured it out.
I think I'm gonna do a little more research.
I don't feel right about this, Jimmy.
Come on, Just a few more. You're not telling me.
You're just answering questions.
Uh, Is our family really 1/16 Pequot Indian?
That one is true.
When I was four, did I really choke on a potato chip
and when I coughed it up, it had Jesus' face on it?
I thought it looked more like Kris Kristofferson,
but yes, that one is true.
Is it true that I had a twin that I killed in the womb?
That one's unclear.
Is my grandmother,
mom's mom,
really a missionary in Africa who helps sick kids?
Nice, Burt.
He guessed it. I didn't say anything.
Fine. It's about my mother,
but we're not telling you
what happened, so you're up a creek.
JIMMY: And then I realized
who I could get to tell me
my mother's secret.
Maw Maw.
She's my mom's mother's mother,
so she knows my grandmother.
See, I made you this chart.
This is you. That's me.
That's Mom, and that's Mom's mom Louise
who didn't really die as a missionary.
This one,
Maw Maw, can tell us what happened.
There's a catch. She's bananas.
Which, by the way, are amazing.
The best way to talk to Maw Maw when she's lucid
is to wake her out of a deep sleep.
Who the hell are you?
And where's the gun I keep under my pillow?
I'm your great-grandson,
and we had to take that away from you.
You're my great grandson?
But you're fully grown.
That must make me...
Oh, dear God.
Listen, while you're lucid,
I got to talk to you about something.
Unfortunately, once she's up,
she's only reasonable for a short time
then she goes back to being crazy.
Porter, why the hell has this train stopped?
It takes some trial and error.
Thing is, you can't try waking her up again
until you find a way to soothe her back to sleep.
So this is Mom, and this is you.
So the question is about this one here.
The map looks good,
but once we get down in the bunker,
which one of us kills Hitler?
But eventually,
if you're fast,
you can almost always get what you need out of her.
That's you. That's me. That's my mom.
That's her mom...
Who is my daughter Louise.
Right, right, right.
That's your daughter Louise. Fantastic.
So all I need for the final piece of this puzzle
is for you to tell me what happened to her.
Your mother lied to you for a reason.
Stop digging around.
I'm telling you, Hope, we've got a situation here.
Your grandma wants to hide your mom's stuff.
Your Boy Scout of a father wants everything out in the open.
Of course I'm stuck in the middle like a third nipple.
And on top of it all,
we're talking about your mom's dying wish.
What if-what if they throw all this stuff away,
and you never get a chance to see it?
Oh.
You'll never get to see
these serial killer trading cards.
Bundy, DeSalvo, Dahmer.
All the great ones are here.
You'll never see this stack of magazines
with everybody's eyes cut out.
And look.
She made a voodoo doll of the warden.
Or Al Roker. I don't know.
I can see why she'd be mad at both.
Roker bugs me, too.
Thinks he's better than everybody
'cause he lost weight and knows when it's going to rain.
Here.
Your mama wanted you to have this.
You sleep tight with that.
But not so tight you snap his neck.
People need to know when to bring an umbrella.
SABRINA: It's called a star fruit.
We were out of stock
when you went on your fruit binge the other day.
Oh, my God. This is delicious.
Usually you don't eat the sticker,
but you seem to be on kind of a roll, so...
Oh, hey. I found out my big family secret
has something to do with my dead grandmother.
Really? Maybe she's royalty.
Or a spy.
Maybe she's the "Where's the beef?" lady.
You kind of look like her.
Oh, ask me where the beef is.
Um, I don't think that's it.
And no one's telling me anything, so I'm stuck.
Oh, come on. You're not a giver-upper.
Yesterday, you chased a grape underneath
a pile of shopping carts and fished it out
with a mop handle and ate it.
Tell me you at least checked the Internet.
Uh, we don't have an Internet thing.
I wanted to get one in high school, but it's pricey.
Plus, Mom said the Internet tubes
don't stretch to this side of town yet.
Stupid lying Mom!
Another thing you need to know, little princess,
is how to dance sexy.
The Internet tubes do come here.
You lied about the Internet tubes.
Shh. The baby's sleeping.
Well, guess what.
It's only a matter of time
before I learn everything about your mom.
Sabrina says she can find anything online.
Stupid Internet.
Why can't you kids leave well enough alone?
Everything was fine until you started digging around.
You sound like a Scooby Doo villain.
And I thought I told you to destroy those videotapes.
They don't belong to you. They don't even belong to me.
They're Hope's and she deserves to know her mother...
What the hell's going on with your tongue?
I don't know.
My mouth is itchy and tingly.
Is it because I ate this?
Aha!
You are allergic to a fruit.
See? I was protecting you.
And if you hadn't gone looking under rocks for the truth,
you wouldn't have eaten that thing, and you'd be fine.
Stop digging around.
Too late. Sabrina's gonna find out the truth
whether you like it or not.
God, this itches!
Fine! You want the truth?
Your grandmother was killed by a duck.
You just said my grandmother was killed by a duck?
Yes.
I was two years old.
And there was a beehive under the eave of the house.
My mother, your grandmother,
got it into her head that she wanted fresh honey.
She knew there was danger.
So she did what anyone would do.
She tied
a sealed plastic bag around her head.
To keep the bees off her face.
She couldn't get any air.
She got dizzy.
But she didn't think to take the bag off her head.
So she fell over.
And that's when her head hit the duck.
Happy?!
Your grandmother was a moron!
As a kid, all the neighbors would look at me
and whisper, "Poor child.
Her mother was such an idiot."
I wanted to shield you from that.
But now you know.
We come from idiot stock.
Happy?
I'm starting to not be able to breathe.
Oh, it's you.
Barney thought he saw
a homeless lady stealing
on the security camera.
You might want to get a haircut.
No, see, the star fruit makes my tongue swell up,
so I have to chase it with antihistamine.
Good system. Mm.
Oh, hey, check it out.
Found some stuff on your grandmother on the Internet.
Turns out, she's got a fairly decent credit score.
And she bought some really funky necklaces online.
My grandmother's still alive?
Yeah. She lives in Hillsboro.
Oh, and according to her last status update,
Salad Plantation just ran out of Thousand Island.
Frowny face.
What about the bees?
The bag?
The duck?
Oh, son of a bitch.
Mom lied again.
Where you going in such a hurry?
You want to know where I'm going?
Why don't you ask the eel that lives in my butt.
You had pinworms, smart-ass.
Okay, coast is clear, baby.
Let's look at some more of your crazy mom's stuff.
Here are some
Polaroids of men sleeping.
Here's your mom's press clippings.
That's her right here.
"Dear Princess Beyonce..."
That's what she named you.
I miss it. I thought it was spunky, but...
Anyway.
"Here's my makeup bag.
"Everything is cruelty free.
Nothing was tested on animals, because that's mean."
Every time I think this girl's gonna zig, she zags.
"Do not use any of this makeup until you're 14,
"or earlier if you're fat.
Love, Mommy."
See, if they throw all this stuff away,
you'll never get to use this.
And no offense,
but you are a little chunky.
For the record, I don't think you need all that stuff,
but it's what your mom wanted.
What do you think my grandmother's gonna be like?
Judging by the music, a very in shape gay dude.
WOMAN: Who is it?
Uh, we're looking for Louise Thompson.
That's me.
Wow.
Great to see some young people.
You look familiar.
Weren't you at that swingers party in Lake Lucille last year?
Oh.
Or maybe you don't remember me from this angle.
Uh, I think you're my grandmother.
What?!
Virginia Thompson's son.
You're my grandmother.
Am not.
No.
No, I am not anybody's grandmother.
How's the crowd in there?
Not too many old farts, I hope.
I don't want to hear it! Grandma, can we just talk for a second?
No, no, no. Grandma, please.
Grandma, I just-- Grandma!
Stop calling me that!
It's who you are.
I was 20 years old,
and I wanted to give Virginia up for adoption.
As you can see, I'm not the mothering type.
But Maw Maw wouldn't hear of it.
She wanted me to keep Virginia.
We had a fight.
I said, "Fine, raise her yourself,
but make up a story so she doesn't come looking for me."
SABRINA: Your mom didn't lie to you.
She really believes the falling on the duck story.
About a woman going after honey?
With a bag on her head?
I can't believe she used that story.
That was in a Reader's Digest we saw.
You know, we're still at the same house.
You should come and visit, get to know your daughter.
I'm sure she'd be cool with your...
hobby.
I chose this for my life.
I don't want to change anything.
I'm sorry, kid.
This is all the family I need.
I have a whole new understanding
of why grandmothers cover their furniture in plastic.
Stop it!
Unbelievable.
I'm sorry he did this to you.
Oh, I had a bad night, too.
I don't even know what's up anymore.
I've been so mad at mom for keeping secrets from me,
but, you know, she just thought
she was protecting me from an ugly truth.
And that truth was a lie Maw Maw told,
because she was protecting Mom from an even uglier truth:
that Louise had abandoned her.
Maw Maw figured it was better for Mom to think
Louise had passed away than to find out
she had a mom who left home and didn't care.
I don't want us to have secrets in our family,
but what's the point of being honest
if it breaks someone's heart?
Oh, looky who's back.
Where'd you run off to, anyway?
I, uh...
Sabrina, uh, told me they got in something called a kumquat,
and, you know, I had to try it.
For four hours?
They're really good.
I ended up eating all of them.
See why I lied?
You hog all the damn fruit.
Hey, man.
You didn't tell her that I did
all the makeup or anything, did you?
No, your secret's safe with me.
All the family secrets are safe with me.
Thanks.
It's a private hell, isn't it?
It's a private hell.
VIRGINIA: Are you sure this is suitable for kids?
Oh, Sabrina helped me transfer it to a computer
and fiddled with it.
JIMMY Dear Hope,
this is a video from your mother.
She thinks a lot of you.
My beautiful, beloved daughter...
JIMMY: She wanted you to have a record of her love.
LUCY: And maybe with luck,
a few nuggets of my wisdom.
JIMMY: Like any good mother,
she cared about your education...
I want you to understand the importance of books.
In here, a book saved my life.
JIMMY: ...your health...
Oatmeal is so good for you.
JIMMY: And she wanted you to learn the basic moves required
for doing hula hoop.
Amazing, Jimmy!
Thanks.
If you edit out all the violence, cursing, threatening
and graphic lesbian sex, Lucy's actually kind of sweet.
♪ You're the apple of my eye ♪
♪ You're the peaches in my pie ♪
♪ You're the blue in my sky ♪
♪ You're everything to me ♪
♪ You're the icing on my cake ♪
♪ You're the smile when I awake ♪
♪ You're everything to me ♪
I still can't believe you hit that, Jimmy.
Thanks, Dad.
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