All right, y'all.
- Let me out, let me out! - Hold your horses.
Jess, watch for cars.
- Where are you going? - Shopping cart!
We don't need a shopping cart for two items.
We got, like,
30 minutes before the hardware store closes.
Why don't you wait in the truck,
Mr. Engine Driver?
It's driver engineer, and I don't trust you two slowpokes.
Uh-huh.
There's a chainsaw with my name on it.
Yeah? You know what else got your name on it for tonight?
Ooh, ooh!
I'm gonna start getting promoted twice a week from now on.
And, NASA,
we're cleared for liftoff!
Fine, maybe I'll just wait in the truck.
That door gets slower every time.
Can you maybe slow down a little bit before the door?
- All right, y'all. - Bummer.
- Go, go, go. - Hey, Jess.
Food coloring, baking soda, what else?
Um,
vinegar.
Oh, can I look at some magazines?
No, you can't make a volcano out of magazines.
I can if it's paper-mache.
We don't have time to dilly-dally or shilly-sally.
Honey, this is your school project.
All right? Go get the baking soda.
Me and Engine Driver gonna get the rest.
Driver engineer.
First one back to the register gets a snow cone!
- What? - He's running!
Well, I --
You always gotta be the nice guy.
Can't help it, vinegar.
It's in my nature.
Mm-hmm?
Why don't you make your nature cutting down that tree?
Oh, honey, what do you think the chainsaw is for?
Don't talk sass to me.
- Stop. - 30 seconds!
Walk, Jess!
Your mom still coming this weekend?
Oh, I don't know.
You know her.
Well, I can't run on a prayer here.
If she's coming, I need to get some meat,
'cause she's gonna want me to grill.
We got meat already.
-I got some frozen. -Nah.
I took that to the firehouse, sorry.
But lookee here!
Pick five.
Mama likes it when I make that gumbo.
- Mm. - I could use some of these--
Get down!
Oh, my god, John, that's a gun.
-John, Jess. -Come on, come on, come on.
- Go! Go! - Get Jesse!
Go! Find a way out back.
- We need Jesse! - Go! Now! Let's go!
-Thank you. -Thank you. I appreciate it.
I think John would appreciate it.
Thank you so much.
I'm so sorry.
Hang in there, Jesse. Your dad's a hero.
- Thank you. - It's true.
I know.
Come on.
Thank you.
I'm so sorry.
-Wait, let me do this for you. -I got it.
Won't you let me do this for you?
No, I'm good, I'm good.
Okay, well, you gotta let me help somehow.
Leave everything and just...
I'll do it all tomorrow.
Hey, Mom? I got it.
Thank you.
It was a beautiful service.
Sweetie...
we...
Well, John's brother didn't show up.
I guess that's not a surprise.
Said he was stopping by.
Oh, you spoke with him?
I know how it is with him.
Looks like your old man was a popular dude.
You doing okay?
Yeah.
Just miss Dad.
Yeah.
Yeah, me too, bud.
- Mom, come on. - Hold on, Jess.
Mom, you can finish it later, hurry up.
Okay, yeah.
Did you give your Uncle Billy a hug?
-Yeah, Mom, I did. Mom! -Give him another hug.
Sorry.
Uncle Billy, I gotta show you something.
Come on!
Uncle Billy, watch this!
- Nice! - Yeah.
Yeah.
Oh.
Hi-ya!
Incoming.
You got a lighter on you?
Nah!
Ash?
Honey.
Can I get you anything?
No.
I'm just gonna...
lay down for a bit.
Okay.
Thank you.
I guess I'll just start giving everyone the hint.
So sorry, that was incorrect.
Correct answer was...
On the line.
Now, there is so much to say.
See you all next week, same night, same stage.
Thank you, and have a great night! Good night.
Fight! Fight! Fight! Fight!
Go for the head!
Hey!
Jesse! No! Jesse! Jesse.
Dexter Nelson, how much will you bid?
I'll bid...
500!
Okay, spin the wheel!
Hey.
Jesse!
What's going on with him?
School called me.
What, what?
Why did they call you?
I don't know.
They said they tried to reach you all day long,
and I guess I'm just the emergency contact.
What's the emergency?
Well, he got in a little fight.
He got in a, a fight?
-Yeah, no, it's-- -Jesse!
Ashley, it's just not a big deal, just...
-No, goddamn it. -It's just boys being boys.
No, well, he knows better.
No, Ashley, just, just, just--
Go away!
Just lay, let him have a little, oh.
Jesse, open the door right now.
Jesse, open this door right now!
I swear to God, I'm not gonna ask you again, open the door.
Please, just go away!
Open the door.
Jesse, I am trying.
Please, open the door.
You know what? Fine.
Whatever, do what you wanna do.
Honey, let me do that for you.
All good, Mom. Got it, thank you.
See? All done.
You know, um, it's okay to need help.
Oh, honey.
I'm, I'm good.
Yeah.
Oh.
Now, remember I used to do this when you were little?
Mmm.
And then do this until you fell asleep.
You know, um...
a friend of mine...
lost her husband last year.
Cancer.
And, uh...
she went to a support group.
Really?
A support group?
Maybe something like that.
Um, oh.
I don't think a support group's really...
really what I, what I need right now.
Why don't, why don't I, um,
go take Jesse,
pick up a few things for supper?
Make y'all a home-cooked meal.
And then, um, in the meantime, maybe you could
try to, um...
get out for a bit.
Hmm? Maybe that might help.
Where do you want the PA, big man?
Right over there.
Right on, good deal.
Hey, uh, they got a PA here, but,
I only hit the right notes when I use mine.
I'm sure those are the right notes.
Yeah, yeah, I'm pretty sure.
I know you, don't I?
- Is that a pickup line? - Maybe. Is it working?
No.
You use it often?
Eh, sometimes, with the right people.
You come here often?
No, I don't.
You play here often?
I do. I do sometimes.
You go to Jackson High?
Well, you look familiar yourself.
I know I know you from somewhere.
Hold up, wait a sec.
That...
that was, uh...
yeah, last month on TV, was that, was that you?
It was, wasn't it?
Shit.
I'm so sorry.
-I didn't realize I-- -All good.
Feel like a prick now. I-I didn't mean any harm.
It's all good.
I can't imagine what it is you must be going through.
Shit, what that must have been like.
Your husband was that firefighter
that saved all them folks, right?
You really wanna talk about my husband?
I'm sorry.
Play country music?
Ah, yeah, yeah, sometimes.
Is he any good?
He's no Charlie Daniels, but he's all right.
What you like to hear?
You know any Hall & Oates?
Yeah, I could play some Hall & Oates.
I bet you can.
Can you grab us a couple more, please?
You want one, ma'am?
Sure, thank you.
This one's on me.
No.
No. Mmm, mmm.
Oh! No, no, no, no, no, no, no.
Mmm. Stop. Stop. Stop.
-Come on. Don't do that. -Stop. No, no, no, no, no, no.
Please. Hey. Stop. Fuck.
I need to hold my kid.
Oh, fucking whatever.
Fucking what...
I thought he was a teddy bear, but he was,
was grumpy to other people.
He treated me, though, it was like...
Hi.
Are you here for the session?
-Yeah, um, no, I-- -We're almost at the end,
but you're welcome to come in and join us.
Uh, grab a seat, right over there,
and you come on in into the circle.
Hey, could you guys move over a little bit?
Right there, mm-hmm.
So sorry.
-Sorry. -Welcome.
Mmm.
All right, Pam, would you like to continue?
Like I was saying,
we were together for so long.
I mean, nearly my whole life.
The kids are grown, and they have their own lives.
He was barely 60 years old.
It just, it happened so sudden.
It was just so soon.
Just way too soon.
I miss him so much.
What you, and surely you guys remember
it was something off they were talking....
Hey, wait.
Hey!
Oh, hey.
Sorry, I didn't mean to drop in there or anything.
-You don't need to apologize. -No, no, I came in way too late.
I, I'm sorry. I didn't look at the time,
and I didn't know what I-- I'm sorry.
I recognize you.
Yeah, I guess I'm kind of famous now.
It must be pretty tough.
Do you have anywhere to be right now?
Oh, man.
Thank you.
Oh.
You must have been hungry, you scarfed that down.
Mm-hmm.
You know, I work with another group.
Last Thursday of the month.
Younger crowd.
Yeah, I don't know if the whole...
support group thing is gonna be for me.
All right, well, it's not for everyone.
But for some, it does help.
Yeah, I just feel like it's...
it's like a pointless pity party, and...
I don't know.
Sorry, I don't mean to be a bitch.
I didn't mean to say that.
I just need to focus on trying to raise my son.
You have a son?
He's ten.
Ten's a beautiful age.
I don't know about that.
It's been tough.
You know, he's been...
he's been acting like...
I don't know.
Do you have kids?
Had.
Wow.
My husband was driving home from a movie with our two girls.
And they got into a head-on collision with another car.
He and my oldest daughter died at impact.
My youngest daughter was sitting in the back seat.
She died a few days later in ICU.
Sorry.
Man, look at you.
You got it together.
You have something I don't have.
There's something inside of you.
I don't have it in me.
How, how do you do it?
It's a long road.
A long road.
But all I can do...
in my truth.
So I'm sitting here, having--
-Excuse me. -Are you all right?
["Places You Call Home," by Joel Brown
and Dave Maswick playing]
Sorry about that.
That's all right.
It happens. Here, have some water.
I don't know what I'm doing.
I don't know, I don't know what to do.
I don't know what to do without him.
I just feel like...
he's gone.
And I'm left with...
all of these things that I have to do.
I have so many responsibilities
and bills and...
and fucking pickle jars that need opening.
Well, take that butter knife
and slide it around the edge of the top of that pickle jar.
Oh.
I am tired of feeling sorry for myself.
And you won't have to.
Just know that things will never be as they were.
Ever.
And that's gonna take some time getting used to.
-Okay? -Mmm.
Mm-hmm.
My mom's probably wondering where I am.
When was the last time you said that?
-The stairs. -I've come up the stairs.
Oh.
-I just walked through glass. -I cover over here.
Okay, now walk up, come on.
Hey.
Ash!
Jesse, you feeling better?
Yeah. Dude, you're trash.
Oscar the Grouch would make you the king of trash.
I was in the, uh-- I was in the area, I figured I'd say
what's up to little man here.
That's great.
When you're, hmm, shooting girls
from the , springing up on her, mowww!
Boom, boom, boom, boom!
Got 'em good! Mmm.
So, what I was saying...
Beads, buddy, beads. Start saving your beads now.
A little bit inappropriate now.
Yo, it's Uncle Billy, you said so.
Mmm, I remember what I was gonna tell you.
On our eighth birthday, our old man shows up,
decides to put us on a dang treasure hunt.
Had me and Johnny running off through the woods.
And find a note that say,
"Go to the tree with the birdhouse,"
and we run.
Found another note, sent us back a hundred yards
the other direction.
We were chasing them clues for hours.
We didn't think it'd ever end.
Mmm.
Probably didn't want to.
And finally,
we ended up back at the house
next to this pile of, uh, old bricks
that had been there all our life.
Wouldn't cover a skinny box,
and we knew right then and there what it was.
Daisy Red Rider.
Mm-hmm.
A cowboy style, lever-action BB gun.
We'd been asking the old man for one for a long time.
Finally came through.
Yep.
That sounds fun.
Mom, I wanna go on a treasure hunt!
Not right now, Jesse, we're not doing that.
-Mom, come on, Mom. -Talk about it later.
Well?
I'm gonna start cleaning up.
Yeah, I better, better get going.
Oh! Before I forget, uh...
heading down to Clark's for this weekend with a buddy.
See if we can nab us a buck.
Jesse, wanna come with us? Yep.
If that's all right with you, Ash.
-Uh, we'll talk about it. -Mom, can I go, please?
We'll talk about it later, Jesse.
- Please? - No, later.
Fine.
Hey, no, go up-- Clear it there, honey.
You know that.
Thanks for dinner.
Hey, Mom, Billy says thanks for dinner.
Course.
Can't remember the last time I ate that good, Margie.
Well, I'd be happy to feed you anytime.
I love to cook, you know?
Okay, well.
See y'all.
So I've been thinking.
Uh-oh.
I think I like the name Jesse.
No!
What do you mean, no?
No.
Not like Uncle Jesse, reminds me of John Stamos.
-Oh, have mercy. -I...
Get out of town. I mean Jesse like Jesse James.
No, you get out of town,
-we're not naming our kid Jesse. -Come on.
My granddaddy used to tell me stories
about robbing trains with Jesse James.
When I was in school, I was bragging about it,
show and tell, the teacher got on me for telling stories.
Oh.
Jesse Rhodes, you know you like that.
Jesse Rhodes.
Sounds like a failed country singer to me.
Well...
I'm gonna wear you down.
I'll ask you again after you eat,
'cause I know you're more susceptible.
You gonna make me fried green tomatoes again?
Oh, God, not again, please.
Oh.
Babe.
"A certain country man had a son
no bigger than a thumb when he was born,
and even in after years, he grew not a bit.
One morning, when the man was going forth to plow,
the little fella said, 'Father, I will go with you.'
'Will you, though?' he replied.
'You had better stop where you are,
or you would only get lost along with me.'
Then Thumbly began to cry,
and would not stop till his father at last put him
in his pocket and took him with him."
Miss, uh, Smith, can you please
have Jesse Rhodes come to the office?
Ooh...
No, that's enough of that.
Well, his mom's here to pick him up early.
So, I was thinking maybe we could
do something really fun?
Anything you want.
Carnival's in town.
Wanna go?
Um...
I was hoping I could go with Uncle Billy this weekend.
Jess, I said we'd talk about that.
I know, but...
Come on, Mom.
-Do you really wanna go? -Mm-hmm.
-Over going to the carnival? -It'll be fine!
Uncle Billy will take care of me.
Ya, ya!
Ya! Ya!
All right, Jesse, it's ready.
Ya!
French toast!
- Yup. - Mom.
-What? -You put bananas on it.
Go and get your stuff ready.
He's here!
Hey, Jess, no, you didn't eat anything!
- I ate a bunch! Mom... - No, go eat.
You have to eat, you have to eat.
Jesse!
Mom! Hurry up, I gotta go.
No, go eat your food, Jesus!
-I ate a bunch, look! -Jesus, we get it.
Can I please go now, Mom?
-Thanks, Mom! -Hold on, please.
God.
Jess, hold up.
Hey, bud.
Hey, Uncle Billy.
- Hey. - Hi.
Jess.
-Keep him safe. -Course.
Jess, you be safe?
I will, Mom.
Don't do anything silly.
Listen to your uncle, hey.
I know.
You understand me?
Jess, tell me you understand me.
I understand you, Mom.
'Kay.
Hey.
All right, let's get after it.
Yeah!
Saturdays are for the boys!
Hand me my lighter in the glovebox there, would you?
Thank you, son.
Mmm.
Where's your camo at, boy?
Daddy never take you on a hunt?
You wanna look the part, don't you?
Mm-hmm.
Close your eyes.
Boom!
What do you think of that?
Yeah!
Now put that on.
Hell, yeah, there he is!
He's ready now!
Got you off that teat for the day, right?
Your mama's been pretty rough on you, you know?
Yeah.
You know I knew her before your daddy did?
No.
Them's the facts, I'm just reporting.
Ah!
Look at this dumbass.
Woo! Yeah!
About time, motherfucker!
Yeah, there she is! You see.
- What's up? - Good to see you!
Huh, you brought the poontang-mobile, huh?
You know it.
Surprised you were able to get that piece of shit started.
Jesse James, come out here.
This is-- this is an old buddy of mine.
'Sup, buddy?
You know they used to call me the third twin,
back when me and your uncle and your, uh...
back when we was growing up?
No. Nobody used to call him that.
- Shit, I just did. - Oh, shit. Come on, now.
Let's get going, we got a late start.
All right, boys. Come on.
There's a tree in these woods.
Well, probably a stump now.
There's this oak tree.
And the legend goes that...
Cherokee tribes used to meet up there.
They would gash the tree with their hatchets.
And the gashes were said to be tallies
of all the scalps they'd claimed.
Then one day...
this young Cherokee boy...
girdled the tree.
Killed it.
So it would no longer be a monument to death.
Shh.
60 yards out.
You can take the shot.
Here, sit like this.
- Sit up straight. - Okay.
Are you gonna hold it up?
Okay.
Fuck!
- I'm sorry. - Fine, fine.
Fuck!
Let's go to the truck.
Well, you know, the, uh...
pressure.
I think it's time.
Want to come find a seat?
Just anywhere.
So, um...
I think many of y'all may already know,
but maybe some of you don't.
I'm gonna be filling in for Sandra.
Um, just until she feels better.
She's got the flu, you know, I-- it's, um...
it's that time of year.
Um... anyway.
How'd he do today?
You want sugar? Milk?
Uh, black's all right.
Uh...
Thank you. Ah, he--
I mean, he did all right.
Yeah.
Takes a little while to figure it out.
You sure that doesn't keep you up at night?
What, black coffee? I think I'll be all right.
Take care of that tree for you out back.
It's kinda late.
Well, I don't mean right now.
I mean, one of these days.
You been drinking?
I need to go, don't I?
Hey, it's--
This isn't what you want. Come on.
Is it not what you want?
You gotta quit thinking of me like I'm his fucking ghost.
Uh, sorry about that. I didn't mean anything by that.
That wouldn't be fair to you.
I can't imagine what it was like for you
growing up in John's shadow.
-I better get going. -Yeah.
How was that for you?
That make you wanna hit me or something?
I bet that's what you'd like to fucking do.
You think that's what I'm saying?
Yeah.
You wanna fucking hit me?
-You wanna talk big? -Do it.
You done?
What are you gonna do?
I'll show you what I'll fucking do.
You think you'll talk some more shit?
Hmm?
Come on. Come on.
Come on.
You're not the only one hurting.
Hey.
It's gonna be okay.
We're gonna be okay.
Yeah.
Hey, Mom?
Mm-hmm?
So, I'm, like, the second-fastest kid in our grade.
I mean, at least third.
So, I was wondering,
maybe I could put that talent to some good use.
Mmm, like how?
Like, football?
I know you and Dad said I had to wait,
but, Mom, I'm ready for the gridiron.
I think we can figure something out.
W-- where are we going?
It'll be fine. I promise.
No. Mom, no!
I don't wanna go in there.
Look, I don't wanna go in there either.
That's $17.82.
You know, your daddy saved my life.
Glasses on.
Glasses on, gloves on.
I'm ready.
Come on!
Yes!
Come on, Mom, you can do this.
That was sick!
Okay. I-formation, flea-flicker, on three.
What does that mean?
I don't know. Hut!
-Yes, good catch! -Yes!
- That's right. - Ooh!
Okay. Go!
-Hike. -Stop!
Good catch!
Keep on feeding me.
Okay.
Come on, Mom. You tired?
Come on, I need a break.
Huh? Clutch players don't need breaks!
I know, but Mama's-- Mama's getting old.
You tired? You can't do this, huh?
Oh, I can do this.
Oh, are you too old?
I can-- oh, I can do this. You go.
We married when he was on leave.
And we didn't have any kids or anything.
And when he died...
I felt bad.
But only because I didn't feel anything.
And other than taking down a few pictures off the wall,
my life didn't really change.
And-- truth is...
I think maybe it's good
that I didn't build this whole life with him.
But I just feel like I'm still a bad person.
You most assuredly are not a bad person.
There's no good or bad. It's only about what you feel.
Everything else is stories that you're telling yourself.
And what about you?
- Me? - Mm-hmm.
No, I'm good.
Are you?
Yeah, I think so.
I mean...
I think I'm doing better.
I don't know.
It's been about...
four months, next week.
Yeah.
Time has been weird for me.
In a way, it feels like...
it's been forever.
And in a way, it feels like it was yesterday.
And that really sucks.
Honestly, I try not to think about it.
Not to think about...
all the little things that happened.
Just the way they did for me to be here right now.
Um...
our son, Jesse...
he's doing okay, I think.
I don't know, I mean, he...
he's young, so I don't know
if he understands the weight of it.
And this is just, like, his reality.
Or something. I don't know.
It's not normal, though.
You know...
accepting our new reality,
accepting what is...
is painful.
It's difficult.
But they're necessary steps we have to take.
- Mom! - Yeah.
-TV's not working. -It's gonna have to wait.
But, Mom, I'm trying to watch a doggone football game!
-Mom, what are you doing? -Jess! Hold on a second.
Did you reset it?
Duh, I'm not that stupid.
Where's the remote?
Nice.
It says to contact our provider.
-Oh, shit. -What?
Uh, the bill. It was going off Dad's old card.
What does that mean?
It means I gotta call the cable company, that's all.
-I'll do it later. -But, Mom, the game!
No, Jess, just give me a minute!
It's gonna take them forever to-- to turn it on anyways.
Wh-- wh-- what, Mom!
What, Jesse?
-I'm hungry. -You just ate!
Um, I know, but I'm working on my games.
I don't even know what that means,
but what do you want?
Eggs? You want eggs?
Lots of protein in eggs.
French toast?
This is not Cracker Barrel.
Well, what else do we got?
Pizza?
-Mm-hmm. -For your games?
Yup.
Hmm.
Did you do your homework?
Yeah. It was so easy.
Okay, go do some chores.
Chores? What chores?
Pull weeds or something.
I don't know, don't watch TV all day.
But, Mom--
Jess, I can't do everything around here.
You gotta step it up.
You're what?
Pregnant.
How did this happen?
God, Mom, come on.
Don't ask me that right now.
This wouldn't even have happened if he didn't leave.
He left. He left.
Everyone thinks he's a fucking hero.
He's not a fucking hero. That-- because he left us.
-Jesus, Ashley. -He left me, he left Jesse.
- No, honey. - He left us, he did!
That's what he does, he leaves because he's fucking stupid!
He said he was going to the military...
'cause God called him to.
Fuck that! Fuck that.
Jesse couldn't even fucking crawl.
Honey, that's just not fair.
I'm not doing it again.
Just-- fucking stop talking for a second!
I think I know what's not fair right now.
No one asked me one time in my life what I want for me.
For my life. And I don't want this!
I don't want it.
I don't-- I don't regret Jesse, I don't.
But I'm just a--
Oh, my God.
I don't know.
I just don't know.
I don't know what to do.
Do you know who the father is?
Uh...
I'm keeping some stuff,
but thought you might wanna take a look.
This here...
Guess it probably fits, huh?
Hey, I wanna...
talk to you about something.
I wanna...
tell you something.
Oh.
How's it look?
I guess it's kind of weird, huh?
Well, I don't know.
Well, these are actually pretty nice.
They look big.
Boy, you wear two pairs of socks.
Get the fuck outta here.
Daisy Red Rider.
Broken.
Yeah, I tried to get rid of that thing,
a million times.
John wouldn't let me.
Wow.
That is something.
Take it.
You don't think Jesse would want it?
No. He didn't want that broken old thing.
Seems like it was always John's turn.
Hmm. People say twins got this thing
where they read each other's minds
and think the same thoughts at the same time.
Wasn't the case with us.
Mom, bless her soul, used to tell me a story how--
I was born with his umbilical cord around my neck.
"You came out two pounds lighter than he, um..."
Spent months in an incubator while he got all the love.
Hmm.
All of my life, I wanted...
revenge.
Now he's gone, and I can't look in a fucking mirror
without seeing him look back at me.
The man I could have been never was.
What were you saying?
Um, about the gun, you can-- you can have it.
No, you said you had something to tell me.
No, uh...
actually, Jesse's starting football,
so I thought maybe you'd wanna come watch him play sometime.
Right.
I mean, he'd like it if you would.
Yeah, well...
I'm gonna be taking off for now.
Little bit.
Where are you going?
Alaska.
It's nothing glamorous, it's...
got a job in a fish cannery, pays pretty good.
-That's good. -Yeah.
Well.
Should be back before too long.
Maybe I...
stop by a game or something then.
Yeah. Sounds like a plan.
Jess! Come on.
I don't want you to miss the bus again.
I'm ready, Mom. I won't miss the bus.
Wait, wait, wait, keep it open, keep it open!
And he shoots. And he scores!
Go, hot hands.
- I wasn't even ready. - Love you.
Love you too, Mom.
What's the name?
Rhodes.
Have a seat and we'll call your name.
Hello?
Uh, you wanna change?
What date works for you?
Yes, ma'am. Okay.
All right, have a good one. Thank you!
Mmm, mmm, mmm.
It's your first pregnancy?
No.
And your husband, uh...
What about him?
Will he be involved in the, uh...
No, he's not around anymore.
Ah, very good.
Have you had more than one sexual partner?
Like, my whole life?
At the point of conception.
No.
Are you planning to bring the pregnancy to term?
No.
It's early. I read that I can take a pill for it.
Um...
do you know what I'm talking about?
I googled it, it's called mife-- pri-- midone.
Mifepristone, yeah.
I, uh-- I have prescribed it on a--
a few occasions in the past, if-- circumstances permitting.
What do you mean?
-Mrs. Rhodes-- -Miss Rhodes.
Just--
Well, what we need to do is take a look first,
and, uh, we can see what options are available.
Uh-huh.
Mm-hmm.
Um...
Mm-hmm.
Okay. Let's get you cleaned up.
Ah.
Well, Miss Rhodes, uh...
unfortunately, the prescriptive route
is no longer on the table.
Uh, that window's passed.
Now, this means that
if you do not wish to carry the pregnancy to term,
your only option is, uh, surgical procedure.
No. I-- no, I read that you can take a pill...
two months, even two and a half months afterwards.
Yes, but as right here,
you're measuring...
just over...
14 centimeters.
Uh, and this would put you, um, just over four months pregnant.
So...
if you decide to have the surgery,
I can recommend several places that are,
uh, within a reasonable driving distance.
Can you tell if it's a boy or a girl?
If I were a betting man...
I'd say it's a girl.
It's smaller than I remember.
Looks really nice.
Can you carry this one?
Yeah.
-Got it? -Yeah.
We'll get some new ones.
Okay.
I wanna be brave like him.
Yeah.
Me too, buddy.
I have had some good days,
but today just wasn't one of those days.
I was tired, and I didn't wanna get out of bed.
And I just laid there, and I...
just looked at the ceiling,
and all the cracks in the ceiling.
Realized all the things that need to be fixed.
Then I got up.
And the truck didn't start.
Add that to the list.
So that I'm stressed and running around
like a crazy person,
trying to get somebody to-- to jump the car.
And two of my neighbors aren't home,
so I go to-- around the corner.
Luckily, I get somebody to help me.
They jump my car.
I'm late to Jesse's school,
he's got parent-teacher conferences.
I'm worried that they're gonna tell me
Jesse's doing something that...
I don't know, is he fighting again?
Is he...
doing something he's not supposed to be doing?
I don't know.
I'm doing my best.
Being on your own, it's a little bit harder.
But...
I don't wanna forget what happened.
I don't wanna get over it.
But I just wanna be able to look
at what's right in front of me, and appreciate that.