[ Baby crying ]
- ♪ I'm not as crazy as I used to be ♪
♪ Some of my devils up and left me free ♪
♪ To find a quiet space
♪ I'm not as out of place
♪ And I'm coming home again
♪ It's been too long a time ♪
♪ Gettin' back what's mine
♪ And I can't remember why I went away ♪
♪ But it's looking now like maybe I can stay ♪
Was that any good?
[ Electronic tones warble ]
- I've been streaming some examples
of how moms connect with their daughters.
Seems like we're supposed to binge-eat
while talking about disappointment.
Mm? You go fir--
- [ Foreign accent ] Hey! Trophy!
Get to work, you spoiled potato couch!
We funeral home, not cruise ship deck!
- I am at work -- being a stay-at-home mom to Annie.
- Hey! Motherhood curse, not job.
- We are working on our mother-daughter bond, Baba.
We can't just expect her to suddenly know
how to make hot cocoa or listen when I talk.
- It'll free up a lot of my emotional bandwidth
when my spray-tan membership expires next month.
- Look! I give ultimatum my baba gave me --
work for family funeral home,
get job in village, or marry brother.
- You picked funeral home, right?
- I don't remember. My baba chose for me.
- Hey, sis! You know I'm game for whatevs,
but I picked "work for family funeral home."
I was born with resting-grief-face,
I get to work with my mom,
and touching corpses doesn't bother me.
In fact, I prefer it!
- I'll get a job.
♪♪
- You're not remotely qualified for these positions.
Architect? Gastrointestinal surgeon?
Female Ghostbuster?
You're a high school-dropout.
- With escort experience.
- Under "employment history" you've just listed movies
you've seen in the theater.
You saw "Homeward Bound" twice?
- The dogs and cats talk in it. [ Device chimes ]
- The app requires a Florida thumbprint?
- Ugh.
There we are.
[ Device chirps ] [ Alarm wailing ]
[ Screams ] Oh, no!
Instead of arresting me,
what do you say I flash you for it, mm?
- You have the right to remain clothed.
Any breasts you expose can and will be held against you
in a court of law. - [ Sighs ] Ugh.
♪♪
- Your Honor, my client is now aware
that mermaids aren't real -- ever.
In addition, he's prepared
to completely abstain from energy drinks.
- A misunderstanding is what it was.
- I'll dismiss the charges, but you're not allowed
within 1,000 feet of a manatee.
Unless, of course, it's over the age of consent.
- Potential Felon 223.
- Where's my lawyer? - Did you download the app?
- No? - Oh, you should have.
Trophy Fantasy, you have numerous outstanding warrants.
Petty theft, arson, lewd behavior in a buffet restaurant.
What say you in your defense?
- I would like to present into evidence --
- You are hereby sentenced to community service
mentoring teen runaways.
If you can scare them straight, I'll waive your charges.
If not, it's hard labor
spell checking Dear Leader's social media. Next!
- But, your Hono-gram, I'm no good with children.
Plus I-I already am a stay-at-home mom.
My -- My daughter Annie is the teen who needs me.
- Does your daughter have any exceptional needs?
- She's exceptionally needy! Or neglected?
Uh, I forget which is which is which is which.
- Step forward. Due to budget cuts,
we've replaced parole officers
with uptight, underage tattletales.
It's a pilot program we're calling "Lil' PO."
You a snitch? - My gym teacher who steals cigarettes
from the sophomore she's having sex with says I am.
- Sold. You are hereby deputized
by the franchise-territory of Florida.
I'm releasing your mother into your recognizance.
[ Gavel bangs ] - Oh.
[ Both sobbing ]
- Mr. and Mrs. Cuddlefish, feel free to take
as long as you need with your final good-byes.
I see here you've ordered Loki's cremains
put inside the screen of an iPad?
- So we can keep playing "Worried Geese" together.
I won't let the quacks stop!
- I don't know how we'll get through
this first night without him.
It was always the three of us!
- [ Sobbing ]
- Pete, have Lester and I told you how much
you remind us of Loki?
- You're practically his twin!
- If there is anything I can do,
you know our motto here at Tender Endings.
♪ Have Your Grief Your Way
- Hmm. Could you possibly come to our house tonight?
- Of course.
I believe your Super Deluxe Package
actually includes one in-home grief counseling session.
- The file said the runaways are a three-person gang
called the Killmore Girls.
Good luck scaring them.
They have a lot of unresolved feelings.
- You know, I also saw on TV that moms should
encourage their daughters to confront their fears.
It builds resilience.
I'm gonna let you handle the mentoring.
- What?!
- Ugh, this is so boring. - Oh.
- [ Clears throat ] - Um, hello, goth peers.
I'm Annie, a registered Lil' PO.
How about we go around and state your name and why you're here?
- I'm Infinitee, and I've killed.
- I'm Eternitee, and I've killed.
- I'm Monotonie, and I buried the dead bodies.
I'm a helper. Is that a dead body?
- She's undead, not dead.
- Is this grammar? I hate grammar.
- We're actually gonna begin the day with goals.
What's a dream job for each of you?
I'll start -- I want to raise peacocks as pets, not meat.
- Hey, guys, let's get out of here.
This place has, like, real second-chance energy.
- Let's go stare at that lake that's on fire.
- Come back! Next, we get to use pipe cleaners
to express our insecurities!
- I got this, hon.
Yeah, that Annie girl is super lame.
Follow me. I know where we can get some, like, food for free.
- I'll bring the pipe cleaners just in case there's a wait
for a table of five.
- It's going to take a long time to process the loss of Loki,
but that's why I'm here.
- We were hoping you would feel that way.
- I find it best to not let go.
Just keep holdin' on forever.
Sorrow can last a lifetime, if you do it right.
- If you like those pictures, you'll love the ones upstairs.
♪♪
- [ Belches, gags ] - Wow!
- Once your organs disintegrate,
there's a lot more room for hot dogs in there.
- It's kind of hot, in a gross way.
- You really did used to be like us -- but better.
- You make me nostalgic for my wild teen years.
Maybe my resurrection is also a second chance
to have adolescent fun?
Because first time, I squandered my life.
Got caught up in nihilism and despair.
- Nice mentoring.
Connecting with their despondence
by talking about your suicide.
Really brave. - No, I mean my teen pregnancy.
Girls, no matter how bad you screw up,
there's no mistake you can't "talk" your way out of --
unless you keep the baby.
- I'd only want one if it could be like that doll from "Child's Play."
- Trophy? Quick word in private?
- No secrets, Annie.
Don't be rude to the gang.
- How am I the worst mistake of your life?
You left town three days after you gave birth!
And you once joined a CrossFit gym
that harvested your kidney!
- Why you gotta be such a buzzkill to your sister?
- She's my mother! - If she never mothered you,
seems more like she's your sister to me.
- Sorry, I need to close out your tab.
You've ordered the maximum number of hot dogs
we're legally allowed to serve to a group of women.
You're welcome back later with a male chaperone.
- [ Whispers ] We're not paying. Watch this.
[ Growling voice ] Death powers.
♪♪
- Did those beetles come out of her --
- It's better not to think about it. - But I want to.
I may have just figured out my dream job.
- Hey!
♪♪
- That's my favorite portrait of the three of us.
- You slept together?
- Absolutely.
- We know it's not traditional, but --
- Say no more.
Parenting, like grief, takes many forms.
- Loki wasn't our son.
He was our lover.
The three of us were a triad.
Have you ever heard of polyamory?
- Oh, it's time to renew our vows.
- Once the divorce rate topped 90%, Florida decided
to make marriages auto-expire every 24 hours.
- You just use the app.
- We were married for almost a decade.
But now, without a third person...
it's like the vows have lost all meaning.
- Like the Pledge of Allegiance, or an MFA.
- [ Over speakers ] Please complete vows in 30 seconds
to remain lawfully wed.
30, 29... - Won't you join us, Pete?
- Till death or 24 hours from now do us part.
- I think it would really help us with our mourning.
- One really shouldn't make hasty decisions
after the death of a loved one,
but rebound weddings are included
in the Super Deluxe Package.
My idea.
- Throw! Throw! Throw!
- Oh! - Here it goes!
Huegh!
- Take that society! [ Car horn honks ]
- Okay, G-8-T-R-6-9-R. - Whee!
- Why are you writing down license plate numbers? - Hah! Take that!
- So we can send apology notes. - Yeah! [ Laughing ]
- Or hand-deliver. I don't think we can afford this many stamps.
- Ear popper? Helps with anxiety.
- You suffer from anxiety?
- Yeah, fear of getting last place in wet T-shirt contests.
You know, it happens to good people every day.
- Wet T-shirt contest!
[ All cheering, laughing ]
- Trophy, as your Lil' PO, I demand you --
- Somebody's gotta be last place! - Auuugh!
- Ugh! Seriously?! [ Sirens wailing ]
If I weren't wearing a rubber undershirt,
I'd be soaked to the bone.
If you'd rather pretend to be a teenager
with these screw-ups than spend time with me, fine! [ Laughter ]
Enjoy being a slave in a social media sweatshop.
- Trophy! Let's put some T-shirts on some roadkill
and get them wet! [ Car horns honking ]
[ Sirens wailing ] [ Shouting ]
- Who even does wet T-shirt contests anymore?
That's, like, so male-gaze.
Exposing your breasts is not a successful life strategy.
You're okay, Annie.
Fear of abandonment is character building.
Unlike my fear of zippers, which I just need to work on.
[ Tires squeal ]
- Get in quick before the police find us.
♪♪
- Girls, I'm Mrs. Clomid. [ Laughter ]
I run a place that helps young women like you --
in need of support or escape.
Good thing I keep my police scanner on
as I drive around town picking up teen girls
thrown away by their families.
- Oh, I'm not a runaway.
I'm related to Trophy -- through birth.
She's easily distracted, but... - Again. Again.
- ...deep down, she loves me.
Pretty sure.
- Now you're officially a Killmore Girl.
- Yes!
- Feel free to enjoy the amenities, girls. [ Shouting, cheering ]
Whirlpool, free pedicures...
- Here it goes! - ...chicken pox vaccines.
Come on! - Oh! [ Laughs ]
- Whoo! - What fun!
- Is there somewhere I can sit quietly
until they tire themselves out?
- I want to show you the amenities
I think you'll appreciate.
This way.
[ Playing soft, mellow tune ]
I could tell from the first moment I saw you
that you're special.
I think you'll feel right at home here.
Here's where we all sit down together
for a home-cooked dinner each night -- family style.
- What is..."family style"?
- My uterus is curious.
My choice... [ Chuckles ]
...Rolls Royce.
Old man's baby? Yes, they'll pay me.
- First time here? Are you pre or post?
- Oh, um, I -- I'm just getting the tour.
- I'm gonna use the money to pay for Stanford.
Then, I'll launch my app.
It's like Tinder but for plane tickets.
- Ooh. - Let's go to my office
and talk about your growth potential.
♪♪
- Mm. - There!
- You complete us, Pete. Shall we toast?
[ Man wailing ]
- Oh! I should take this.
I'll be right back.
- Petey, where are you?
We work now.
- I'm with the Cuddlefishes.
They've asked me to share their lives with them,
and I think I'm...happy?
- Yeah, remember last time you happy.
You saw a sunset,
and we nearly went out of business!
- Oh, yeah -- the time I realized
that the world was so big and so beautiful.
I wish people didn't get so weirded out
when you grin while burying their family.
- Ah-hah. Petey, remember mother?
What does she know?
- She know best.
- And what does mother want?
- For Pete to stop being happy
and start being a sad undertaker?
- Good boy.
- [ Sighs ] God, she's brilliant!
♪♪
- What it do? The Duplass Brothers,
Morgan Freeman, Scrooge McDuck,
That Guy Who Drops the Chili on NBC's "The Office" --
what do they all have in common?
They all want to have kids,
but their sperms are too damn old!
Holla! It would be illegal and disgusting for them
to actually have sex with you,
but your teenaged eggs are the best money can buy!
F-F-F-Feoow! So, what's up? Here's the tea!
At birth, you simply twerk away your parental rights.
You'll get the future you deserve had your parents
loved you more or been rich enough to buy your succe--
- You get the drift. May I speak candidly?
You remind me of myself when I was your age.
- Your mom abandoned you, killed herself, got reanimated,
and rather than use her second chance at life
to be the kind of mother you deserve, she used it
to refine her skin regimen?
- [ Chuckles ] No.
But Mom did come late to one of my swim meets.
Now I think of every girl here as one of my very own daughters.
Care for some hot cocoa?
- So, you live in luxury,
get a wad of cash after the birth,
and don't have to raise the -- ugh -- baby?
Sign me up! - Yeah, me too!
- Ladies.
- Girls, you're forgetting everything I've taught you.
Pregnancy means the party's over!
- It's 40,000 Flori-dollars a pop, Grandma.
- They're low-balling you. [ Device warbles ]
- I'm sorry. None of you qualify.
I'll need to ask you to leave. - Huh? Why?
- Well, Eternitee, you're already pregnant.
- Can't I get double-pregnant?
- No. - I'll show you!
- Infinitee, your drug screening
shows you've been doing ear whippets
as recently as, eh, today.
- I have anxiety!
- And Monotonie -- sadly, you're disqualified
because Senator Casey Anthony intervened.
- God! My mom never stops ruining my life.
I hate her! - God, I know what you mean.
Hey, where's Annie? [ Gasps ]
♪♪
How did my story about having her not scare her straight?
Plus, she'll never give up the baby!
She can't even throw away chicken bones.
She and my brother make these googley-eyed sculptures.
They're -- They're really chilling.
- So, we ditch her.
Let's go on a Killmore Girls crime spree!
- We should rob a Chick-fil-A.
They're, like, problematic. - You don't understand.
We have to go help Annie!
You want me to rescue her all by myself?!
What am I, he-- her mother?!
- There's, like, a resemblance.
- Rrrrgh. - Bye-bye.
- Even when I am wearing this tiny hat?!
Rrrgh! - Oh, no. Telekinesis?
You're not scary. - Oh, wow. That's impressive.
Like, dead, undead.
Make up your mind already.
- Okay. You wanna be scared?
I'll show you your own pathetic deaths
if you don't change your ways.
Monotonie, if you don't turn your life around,
you're gonna die hitchhiking
when a trucker accidentally runs you over
as he's pulling off the road with plans to murder you.
- Hmm. Complicated much?
- Oh, I'm sorry. Hard to follow?
Infinitee, you're gonna drown
during this weekend's wet T-shirt contest!
- What place am I in when I drown?
- 7th. - Out of how many?
- Seven! And Eternitee, for you, it's death
by wasabi Brazil nut!
[ Gasps ]
[ Panting ] - That's it.
You're out of the gang.
- I've never even been to Wasabi, Brazil.
This is so boring. - Fine!
I'll rescue Annie from a life-destroying decision without you!
Oh, but a quick spray-tan first wouldn't hurt.
♪♪
- Everything okay?
- Hey, where are my clothes?
- [ Laughs ] Oh, that Soviet-era janitor jumpsuit
with a decaying sandwich inside?
[ Laughs ] I tossed it.
- Augh! Oh!
- We'll get you a whole new wardrobe.
We loved spoiling Loki.
But, since he tragically died in a VR grease fire,
we're here to spoil you.
- Decaying things aren't just
my life's purpose -- they're my passion!
Baba's right -- you and I have different priorities.
- But -- But our --
our only priority is your happiness, Pete!
- I'm afraid that's not going to work for me.
Goodbye, Cuddlefishes.
This was cute.
♪♪
- So, um, how does this work?
Are there stirrups, or --
- You just swallow this pill.
You're instantly impregnated
with the sperm of anonymous donor
Sir Rod Stewart.
You'll make a great vessel, Annie.
- Wow. I've never felt this cared for.
- Take the pill, and you can feel that way
for nine more months.
- Annie, don't do it!
Teen pregnancy isn't all baby footprint tattoos,
reality shows, and murder trials.
It has a human cost. - Leave me alone!
Mrs. Clomid knows what's best for me.
She made me hot cocoa -- with sprinkles!
- Damn, she's good.
I should have been the beverage equivalent
of the world's best hot cocoa.
but life filled your "Mom" mug with an undead can
of flat Malt liquor.
I want to do better.
♪♪
- Annie's in our care now.
Inseminees aren't allowed to leave the premises.
Trophy, please say your goodbyes.
- I'm not leaving you to be raised
by a well-meaning old woman again!
- Why? You seem to prefer
vapid-hot dog-criminal time to mother-daughter time.
- You're right. I don't deserve a smart,
responsible daughter like you.
But this is my second chance -- and yours, too.
You should have some carefree fun for a change,
and I should embrace tedium and misery like a real adult.
Don't get pregnant till you're actually ready to be a parent,
because you'll be a great one.
Death powers.
- I think I've made a big mistake.
- [ Laughs ] "Big Mistake" is my middle name.
Legally. Thanks, Baba.
- I wanna get out of here.
- You got it.
Let's run away together this time.
- Oh, you smell like gasoline and popcorn.
- It's the spray tan.
♪♪
Hey, fertile freaks!
Help us sneak out of here, I'll show you my knockers!
- I've got this. Girls, I'm desperate.
I have an interview with Harvard in half an hour,
and they won't let me leave.
If I miss it, I'll have to go to Vassar.
- Oh, my God, say no more.
Sarah, Operation Safety School!
♪♪
- I just finished my Lil' PO self-assessment,
and I think I have to turn us both in.
- You are a little snitch. - The rules were clear.
You had to help the runaways, and I had to supervise.
[ Sirens wailing ] We both failed.
Together. [ Crash! ]
- What are you doing here?
- Right after we left the preggo dork mansion,
Eternitee was killed by a wasabi Brazil nut,
just like you predicted.
- Oh, my gosh. She was allergic?
- No, I threw it off the overpass
and hit her in the skull.
It was hilarious. - [ Laughs ]
- But it made us realize you were right, Trophy.
- We went to the judge to confess our crimes
and he said, "Due to budget cuts, wanna be sexy cops?"
Now we're SXPD. Duh.
- That means I did scare you straight.
Well, except for Eternitee. - Yep, you're officially free.
- Then, why are you here?
- We have an arrest warrant for you, Annie.
Says you're harboring a stolen fetus.
- You leave Annie alone,
or I'll send out the beetles to cover your feet
so it looks like you're wearing sensible shoes.
- A slip-on clog mule?!
Guh, we'll be kicked off the SXPD force!
- I guess we could tell them Annie died.
- From a wasabi Brazil nut!
Those deaths tend to happen in pairs.
Bye-bye.
- Get shower, Pete.
Now you need to marry Trophy.
- I'm still married to the Cuddlefishes.
For at least a few more hours.
- Married? You sell a Super Deluxe?
- Let's just put that funeral behind us, shall we?
Anyone feeling hungry?
We could cook a family-style. - Maybe tomorrow.
Tonight, we deserve a special treat!
- I already had my special treat.
It was learning I don't deserve happiness.
- Ummm, Baba.
I have to tell you something.
Long story, but I'm pregnant. - [ Slurping ]
- Don't worry, I "bought" you a morning-after hot dog.
- You did? - I think I'm really getting the hang
of this mother/daughter thing.
- Sorry, little Sir Roderick Stewart.
- And if no work, I have secret family recipe.
Only fail me one time.
Biggest mistake of my life.
- ♪ This is the morning after
♪ The house is such a disaster
♪ But there's someone
♪ Outside
♪ That caught my eye
♪ It's the dead girl in the pool ♪
♪ I don't know what do