Ginny and Georgia (2021) s02e06 Episode Script

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Deck the halls with boughs of holly ♪
Fa-la-la-la-la, la-la-la-la ♪
I've always loved Christmas.
Hot chocolate packets in your stockings,
Christmas movie marathons, candles
Fa-la-la-la-la, fa-la-la-la-la ♪
No matter how poor we were,
my mom always made Christmas good.
Deck the halls with boughs of holly ♪
I call it glitter magic.
Add a little sparkle to anything,
and no one will see the ugly underneath.
Fa-la-la-la-la, la-la-la-la ♪
- We could use some glitter magic.
- Don we now our gay apparel ♪
Fa-la-la-la-la, la-la-la-la ♪
Troll the ancient Yuletide carol ♪
Merry Christmas.
Fa-la-la-la-la, la-la-la-la ♪
Gonna drop this off
at the police station.
For the record,
still not happy about the gun.
She called me a monster.
She's a teenager,
and she has a lot of angst and feelings
which she shared, but
she loves you.
She called me a monster.
I know.
- Am I so terrible?
- You're not terrible.
I quite like you.
Sometimes.
Now, do you have any more
of those hidden anywhere?
Strapped to your thigh maybe?
Under the bed?
Who do you take me for, Whitey Bulger?
- I heard you. No guns.
- Sure.
Okay.
Get up.
Hey, Austin,
how would you like to participate
in a tradition that is as old as me?
A hundred years old?
Ha-ha. Yeah, very funny,
laugh at Paul. Haze the new guy.
What's the tradition?
Every year, my dad and my brother and I
go chop down a Christmas tree.
- With a weapon?
- With an axe, yes.
- Can I use a laser?
- Probably just an axe.
But what do you say, you in?
All right. And you can meet
your new grandpa and uncle
before they come over
for Christmas Eve dinner.
- What?
- Are they rich? Ginny said they're rich.
I I said, they're probably proper,
you know, they use butter knives.
My place settings.
I don't have butter knives.
Mm, Mom, it was just a joke.
No, if they use butter knives,
we should get butter knives.
I can assure all Millers that my family
does not care about butter knives.
No, I want
our dining room table really fancy,
like that "first Christmas Martha Stewart
had when she got out of jail" fancy.
I want 'em to leave impressed,
so they don't think I'm this
terrible monster marrying their son.
What she means, kids,
is that she would like to share
the Christmas spirit with family.
Hey, Mom, why don't we go
Christmas shopping in Boston?
- We can get butter knives there.
- That's a great idea. You should go.
Sure.
Besides, that way we could start our own
tradition, since I didn't hear our invite
to the "mustache, manly, hee-haw,
Paul Bunyan" Christmas tree destruction.
Yeah. I'm just gonna shower.
I broke Mom.
No, you didn't.
She just needs a little bit of time,
that's all.
Just never seen her so sad.
She'll be okay, she's a big girl.
I just don't want this to ruin Christmas.
You just don't want this
to ruin Christmas?
You sound like a Hallmark holiday movie.
- I love Hallmark holiday movies.
- Yeah, okay, Tiny Tim.
You are a cute little Tiny Tim.
"I just don't want this
to ruin Christmas."
Have you talked to her?
Yeah, I've tried.
She just says, "It's fine,"
in a way that indicates
it clearly isn't fine,
it never was fine,
and it probably will never be fine again.
I'll keep trying.
You should. For Christmas.
What do you have against Christmas?
Oh, the day that celebrates consumerism
and the heavy financial foot on the necks
of the lower and middle class?
Nothing. I love it.
- We're borrowing her.
- She's needed.
Hello. Hi. Okay.
We have a no return policy, so
Bracia, you agreed, whatever Ginny says,
you do. She's the decider.
Yeah, that's because
I know Ginny's not sadistic
and doesn't want me to combust
in a fire of cringy death.
Help me, okay?
Our girl has an opportunity.
- She got Bryon for Secret Santa.
- Ah.
The gift could be a date,
with her, where they actually hang out.
It's tickets to the Escape Room
from a few years ago.
It's that, or a Patriots hat.
Much more sane.
Much less desperate.
Ginny, weigh in. I'm freaking out.
Tickets or hat?
Tickets, tickets.
Okay, okay. So normally, given my history,
I'd be in favor of the hat.
Burying all feelings
for as long as possible,
and marinating in your own toxins,
and possibly dying of leaky gut.
See, I knew you'd choose hat. Thank God.
But what you don't know
is I'm a sap when it comes to Christmas.
I've seen The Muppet Christmas Carol
eight million times,
and peppermint hot chocolate
is my favorite drink, so I say go tickets.
- Yes!
- You really let me down.
Bracia, it's Christmas.
Shoot your shot. Don't give Bryon a hat.
Christmas Ginny is scary.
- All right, I'll see you later.
- Okay, bye.
Dashing through the snow ♪
In a one-horse open sleigh ♪
O'er the fields we go ♪
Nick, can you start setting up
the hot-chocolate station?
The burners need an out-of-the-way plug.
If this is what the North Pole is like,
I truly hope the elves have unionized.
- What's our ticket count?
- A lot.
And there'll be more,
'cause we'll be selling at the door.
Great, now I'm speaking in rhyme, perfect.
- Also, I invited the women and children.
- From the Titanic?
From the women and children's shelter.
If we're raising money for 'em,
they might as well be invited.
Oh, why didn't I think of that?
Because no one thinks
of the women and children. Ever.
- Except for on the Titanic.
- Okay.
Let's put the ornament-makin' station
right over there,
the life-sized gingerbread house there,
Santa's throne on the stage, obviously
- I'm sorry, Santa's throne? Go back.
- Oh.
I got something for you.
People can sit on your lap and tell you
what they want changed about the town.
- How's that different from any other day?
- Now they'll be on your lap.
- This is good, I like this.
- Good, because for you I got
Oh.
- What is that offensive piece of felt?
- The helpful elf.
Great. I'm glad I took out student loans
for an Ivy League education.
Oh God, did I just see the shoes?
Tell me they don't jingle.
Okay.
Oh, and the photo
already has over a thousand likes.
What photo?
- What is that? Is that from our bedroom?
- Ooh, thirst trap.
No thirst traps
on official mayoral communications.
I can't believe I have to clarify this.
- I'll take it down.
- Deleting implies a mistake.
Before you get upset,
you're up to 10,000 followers.
It's workin'.
- But it won't happen again.
- Yeah, wish I could believe that.
Take off your shirts and wrestle.
Whatever this is, leave it at home.
I have others I could've posted.
They're having a "consent" mistletoe
kissing booth at the winter carnival.
Oh, Wellsbury wants to be so damn woke.
- I wish I had someone to kiss.
- Oh yeah? Well, ho, ho, ho.
Okay, I did something bad.
I texted Sophie.
What? Oh no, let me see.
It wasn't anything crazy.
It was just, like,
"Happy Holidays," you know?
"Hey, Sophie, I didn't wanna send you this
on actual Christmas
and potentially ruin your holiday
since we are evil exes and all,
but I did wanna reach out and let you know
that I am thinking about you,
and I'm wishing you the best."
"I always smile when I think about
our memories together,
and I genuinely hope
everything is going well."
"No pressure to respond
if you're at a different place."
"Life is weird. Merry Christmas." Oh, Max.
Yep. I also liked a photo of her and Josh.
No, you didn't.
Yeah, I just want her to know
that I'm, like, cool with her
and her new relationship.
Jesus.
Okay, how do you feel?
How do I feel? I feel dead.
I died inside,
and my chest is decomposing,
and I don't remember joy.
Do you want a donut?
Absolutely want a donut.
Is that even a question?
It says "rustic."
Hi. Hello. How are you?
- Hi.
- Hey.
- Why are you so, mm
- "Hello!"?
It's Christmas. I love Christmas.
Are you doing
that carnival thing tomorrow?
Yes, actually we all are. I told my mom
that we'd be doing face painting.
Oh, come on.
Can't we just enjoy our break?
It's for, like, two hours.
Plus, it's for kids from a shelter.
Okay, can we just, like, give them money?
No, that's a bit snobby.
Eat the rich.
Bitch, you have a summer house,
you are the rich.
It's Christmas.
Okay. I'm not even on break yet.
I have one more rehearsal for Wellington.
Also, I hate Christmas,
I hate love, and everything is shit.
Hunter, do you remember when we watched
The Grinch in the seventh grade
and you cried?
His heart grew.
Men can cry, Samantha. Grow up.
I know. I like reducing a man to tears.
I like the power.
Okay, breaks over. Love you, mean it.
"Hate you. Kidding."
Bye.
Um, bathroom.
"Hate you." Whatever.
You want one?
- Just a regular dollar bill, right?
- Yeah.
- We are gonna fold it once.
- Okay.
- Yeah.
- We're gonna fold it twice.
- Yeah.
- Third time's the charm, right?
- Yeah.
- But we're gonna fold it a fourth time.
- Okay.
- Put it in there.
And
Whoa!
Austin Do you guys
see something behind Austin's ear?
What What is that?
Hold it right
There it is!
Okay, everyone, get packed up.
What do we say to Austin's dad?
Thank you!
- Bye, guys, have fun.
- Bye!
Thank you.
And that is for you.
Why didn't you want me
to tell Mom you're here?
Because what is
a magician's number one rule?
Never tell the secrets.
Exactly.
I'm just getting the lay of the land.
Plus, I want it to be a big,
fun Christmas surprise, right?
See you, buddy.
Oh. Ah, there you are.
It's Christmas-tree time. You ready?
Come on!
- Bye!
- Bye.
This is so dope.
I assumed you're a Pats fan
because you play football.
- Uh, you're my Secret Santa?
- Yeah.
This is great. Thanks.
Uh, you a big Pats fan?
We gotta go to a game.
Yeah. Yeah, that could be fun.
Cool.
- I love it.
- Well, hey, don't look at me.
I don't know
who had you for Secret Santa.
It's so you can create
those imaginary worlds of yours.
Thank you.
Hey.
- Wine?
- No, thanks.
I'm just here to get Ginny.
We're going shopping.
Isn't that fun?
Listen, she's just a kid. All right?
She didn't mean any of that.
- Hey, Mom, I'm ready to go.
- Let's go.
I googled some places.
Newbury Street,
if we have Paul's credit card.
Mom, I'm sorry about the poem.
I'm not doing this here, Virginia.
- I didn't mean to embarrass you.
- I said I was fine.
You can't even look at me.
- Mom.
- I feel like a fraud 99% of the time.
I do not need your help, I assure you.
- Mom
- I know.
Life's hard, I'm terrible,
you're sorry, it's fine.
Let's go shopping in Boston.
We wish you a Merry Christmas ♪
We wish you a Merry Christmas ♪
We wish you a Merry Christmas ♪
And a Happy New Year ♪
Good tidings we bring ♪
Ho, ho, ho. Merry Christmas.
- Gil.
- Surprise.
What did you do?
Uh, Santa told me to bring these over.
We wish you a Merry Christmas ♪
We wish you a Merry Christmas ♪
We wish you a Merry Christmas ♪
And a Happy New Year ♪
Good tidings we bring ♪
To you and your kin ♪
We wish you a Merry Christmas ♪
And a Happy New Year ♪
We wish you a Merry Christmas ♪
And a Happy New Year ♪
We wish you a Merry Christmas ♪
Wow. This is
Hap-Hap-Hap-Happy New Year ♪
Hap-Hap-Hap-Happy New Year ♪
Merry Christmas, G.
Hap-Hap-Hap-Happy New Year to ye ♪
- Mm.
- I thought you might like it.
I brought back three cases
from South Africa.
I love South Africa. I've been twice.
Okay, worldly, check.
You have any upcoming trips planned?
I'm actually trying this new thing
called "staying in one place."
Oh, so you're typically more of, like,
uh, rolling stone type then?
She asks with bated breath
to the man that she just started dating
and kinda likes.
I, uh, was young when we had Ginny.
I missed out on a lot of the day to day,
you know, and it kills me.
Now she's a teenager,
and I wanna be there.
So I'm here.
Mm.
Well, that's good.
I'm here too.
So you kinda like me?
- I wanna see the bachelor pad!
- Sorry, Dad, we were just nearby.
Uh, Simone, this is my daughter, Ginny,
and her mom
- Oh!
- Georgia.
"No one" Simone.
Oh!
Is that my nickname or
No. No, sorry. Hi.
Yeah, hi. Good to meet ya.
You're pretty.
The apartment, Zi, so good. Looks great.
Not Not in a bachelor pad kind of way.
I wasn't trying to insinuate
that you're a big bachelor or anything,
'cause you're not.
No, well, you are.
I mean, we're not together.
I'm getting married.
Not a bachelor pad like you bring a lot
of girls back here or anything, 'cause
That's not what I'm saying.
I have no idea, really,
how many girls you would bring back here,
'cause how would I know? But I
It's probably just you.
- Okay, um
- We should go.
- Sorry.
- Yeah, we just stopped by to say hello.
Now we're gonna go. Which rhymes.
I keep rhyming.
- Ginny, your poem is haunting me.
- Poem?
Nope, nope, let's not do that.
I've got a lot to do.
I'm actually hosting the new
future in-laws for for Christmas Eve, so
You should come, Zion. Or both of ya.
Oh, thank you,
but I'm actually gonna be with my family.
And I'm hosting my parents and Aunt Rayna.
- Bring 'em. Bring 'em on over.
- What are you doing?
- I don't know.
- Okay.
I mean, are you sure? Because I would love
to spend Christmas Eve with Ginny.
Am I sure?
I just asked out loud, so I must be.
We're Uh, we're gonna go, so
Oh, Ginny, it's
it's really good to meet you.
And, Georgia, thank you for
Thank you for saying
that I'm pretty.
- Cool. So I said that out loud?
- You did.
That is not
how I wanted you to meet Ginny.
No? Really?
'Cause I thought it went really well.
So that's the ex, huh?
Yeah.
Interesting.
Well, what'd you find?
She's a lawyer.
Also, she takes too many selfies
for someone in her thirties.
She grew up in Boston, and went to Howard,
then Harvard Law.
She's got a cavapoo named Jacks.
Mom, put the phone down.
You knew about Simone, didn't you?
If your daddy has a new girlfriend,
you have to tell Mommy.
Or are you just trying
to embarrass me at every turn?
Okay, that's not fair.
Did somebody order a tree?
Wow, that is a real tree.
So much better than the fake trees
Mom used to steal from the mall.
So how was Christmas shopping?
You guys bought presents?
That kid is a little too comfortable
with an axe.
Hey, so, uh, I may have invited
Zion's parents to Christmas Eve.
I'm sorry, what?
Presents, presents, presents.
Come on. Get out under the blanket.
Austin!
We're decorating the tree.
"Blood Eyes biker gang."
"Money laundering, racketeering,
auto theft." What the
Same lawyer.
Jingle bells, jingle bells
Jingle all the way ♪
Oh, what fun it is to ride
In a one-horse open sleigh ♪
Is everyone enjoying themselves?
Wellsbury has some of the most generous
and giving folks I've ever met.
- Yeah.
- And that's apparent today.
Yeah, it is.
As a thank you for your generosity,
I brought a surprise guest
all the way from the North Pole.
It's Santa Claus!
Ho, ho, ho!
Oh my God! I love Santa!
Hey!
I have taken a break from making toys
to come help your mayor.
Do you like that guy?
Ho, ho, ho, very good!
Well, if you have any wishes
for Wellsbury, please come say hi to me,
and I will do my best to pass it on
to your mayor Rudolph Oops.
Mayor Randolph.
Happy Holidays!
This Christmas is feeling different ♪
- Do you like my gingerbread house?
- Yeah, it's really cool.
The icing looks like real snow.
- What's this?
- It's a zombie Marcus made.
He said that our gingerbread house
exists in a post-apocalyptic world.
I see.
Can I add a snowman?
Yeah, put it next to the zombie.
- All right, I'm gonna take off.
- What? Why?
I'll come see you
before I leave for Vermont. All right?
Bye, Austin.
Oh God.
Hey.
He must really love you.
- This is so not his thing.
- Christmas?
- People.
- Ah.
Max, do you see my gingerbread house?
Ugh, like a beacon in the dark, my friend.
Make sure to tell him
all your wishes for Wellsbury.
- Ho, ho, ho.
- Hello, Santa.
Welcome.
You are always cropping up
like a cold sore.
- Georgia.
- What are you doing here?
- I'm here for Nick.
- Bullshit.
Nick's my friend, and he's starting
to really care about you,
'cause he doesn't know that you're not
Jesse, the third-grade teacher
and that you're actually a low-budget
Keith Mars here to ruin my day.
Hey, your lawyer, Martin Guillory,
he handled the business
with Kenny's estate for you, didn't he?
He was also your lawyer in New Orleans
after your first husband went missing,
and he has some very interesting ties
with a biker gang
that has a history of criminal activity.
The Blood Eyes.
I like this costume, yeah.
I also like that tattoo of yours.
I know there's a lot more
in your past, Georgia Miller.
I'm gonna find it.
There's nothing to find.
Here. Take care.
- Hey.
- Hey.
Listen, Joe, the other night,
it was a mistake.
- Yeah, okay.
- I just
I don't need any more complications
in my life right now.
Yeah, I get that.
Good.
Merry Christmas.
Just Yeah. Just one second.
I'll be right back.
- Do me a favor.
- Mm-hmm.
Look at the line.
Well, you are very popular
with the moms, Santa.
Mm-hmm.
Can Mr. Claus and Mrs. Claus
have a private conversation
inside the gingerbread house, please?
Mm-hmm.
What's going on?
What's going on? You post this
You post a sexy photo of me
without talking to me,
and then you invite everyone
to sit on my lap.
You're making me a joke.
Paul, when these women
see the next election ballot
and are feeling dumb 'cause no one knows
what an alderman does,
I promise you,
they'll see the name Paul Randolph
and punch that circle.
Do not do that. Do not talk to me
like I don't know what I am doing.
I was the mayor before you got here.
You work for me,
and at the office, I am your boss.
Okay, Mr. Mayor.
I'm serious.
- Are you?
- I am serious.
But it's a little hard to be so serious
when I'm being disciplined by Santa
in a gingerbread house. Okay?
- Is this about the gun?
- This is about all of it, Georgia.
The gun, the picture, this, the kids.
I understand that you're going through
a difficult time with Ginny right now,
and you're allowed to be upset,
but what I will not allow
is for you to disrespect me,
not at work, and not at home.
I live there now, that is my house too,
and I will not be disrespected
in my own home.
I mean, God, Georgia, I am
I am there,
just waiting for you to let me in.
We are getting married.
When is that going to happen?
I'm sorry.
Hallelujah, hallelujah ♪
Hey, how's it going?
- Oh, consent is sexy.
- It so is.
I'm a big fan.
Hey, Ginny. Max. Bracia.
Hallelujah, hallelujah ♪
- The hat?
- What?
Coward.
Oh my God.
I will be right back. Silver.
- Hey.
- Max, hi.
Do you mind if we switch places?
Because Sophie's next in line.
Um, yeah, sure.
Thank you so much. You are amazing.
- Max. Max!
- I'm taking this. Sorry.
Max?
Would you like a kiss?
No.
Sophie.
- Why are you doing this?
- It's just a chocolate.
We're over, Max.
I need you to accept that.
Please, just stop texting me
and stop liking my shit on Instagram.
Please.
Just stop.
I hate that we can't spend
Christmas together.
I know.
Hey. Here.
Joy to the world
The Lord is come ♪
My therapy notebook.
I didn't even realize it was missing.
I wanted the outside
to be worthy of the inside.
I didn't open it.
The world sucks,
but you are my favorite person.
All you.
And heaven and nature sing ♪
I love you, Virginia Miller.
Today, tomorrow, forever.
I love you, too.
A lot.
All right, I gotta go.
Okay. Merry Christmas.
Merry consumerism.
Ooh.
I What are you smiling at?
Nothing.
I
- Need some help in there?
- Oh no. No, I got it.
Of course I need help!
Paul's parents have never been here,
and we gotta make sure Lynette thinks
things are seasoned enough.
Ooh.
No bones.
Okay. Mom, get up.
They're gonna be here soon.
Paul's parents hate me,
Zion's parents hate me,
you hate me.
I don't hate you.
I'm struggling.
I want you to understand.
Don't Don't you see?
Didn't you hear the poem?
Oh, I heard the poem.
No, I don't think you did.
Lynette, thanks again
for coming last minute.
Oh, it's never too late
to invite me over to see my grandbaby.
Lord knows I have had
too many holidays without her.
Well, okay.
Now, that's a choice.
Did you see the butter knives?
Paul, how's the job?
When are you gonna get out
of Pleasantville, run for governor?
When I decide the time is right, Dad.
Paul just threw a a big winter carnival
for the Boston
women and children's shelter.
He raised over 50 grand.
I saw the picture.
Fifty grand?
I'm needy. You got that money upstairs?
Oh, and Georgia,
how are you doing with the the holidays?
This is your first Christmas
since your late husband passed, right?
Yup.
I am so sorry, I didn't realize.
Was that Austin's dad?
Uh, oh no. Austin's dad, um
He's incarcerated.
Yes. Thank you, Lynette.
That's awful. What for?
Fraud, embezzlement
Potatoes?
Zion, uh, what is Simone doing
for the holiday?
Simone? Honey, who is Simone?
She's a friend.
Zion has a new lady friend.
Let's talk about her instead.
Is that the one
you were telling me about at Blue Farm?
How's that going, by the
- Uh, who wants to hear a joke?
- I do.
Great. Uh, what do you call a child
who does not believe in Santa?
A rebel without a Claus.
Good one.
So, Zion
what does she do?
- She's a criminal defense lawyer.
- And you're keeping her a secret?
- I'm not keeping her a secret.
- Is she AKA?
She's not a Divine Nine, Mom.
Where did she go to school?
Howard and Harvard.
There is nothing more important
for a woman than a good education.
Ginny, you must be applying
to college soon.
- What grade are you?
- I'm just a sophomore.
What about you, Austin?
Where are you planning
on going to college?
Is that another joke?
Oh, I never joke.
You know, Ginny,
Paul and I both went to Brown,
so, um, technically,
you'll be a legacy there.
She also has an in at American.
It's close to us.
American. Great school.
And she also has an in at Howard
and at Spelman.
Georgia, what about you?
Where'd you go to school?
Oh, Georgia never went to college.
Lynette, it is like
you are writing my biography.
- Mm.
- Look around.
It was hard, but I got 'em here.
I did it.
It didn't have to be that hard.
We offered you everything.
We wanted to support you.
You could have had a very good life.
Ginny could have had a very good life,
but instead of letting us help you,
you took my grandbaby
and put her through God knows what.
I'm just gonna grab some more wine.
Or my GED. I'll be back.
Mom.
Not you, not right now.
Mom.
I need you not to talk to me,
or I'm gonna cry
in front of all those people, okay?
Hey, Peach.
She's right,
and that's what kills me.
I never should have run off. I mean,
it didn't have to be as bad as it was.
- It was a long time ago.
- And now I've ruined Ginny.
- Come on, no.
- She is so brilliant, Zion.
She has a gift. Her words are beautiful.
Cutting,
but beautiful.
This isn't how it's supposed to be.
I'll take it from here.
There you go.
I don't wanna go back in there,
and you can't make me,
even if you are mad at me.
- Georgia
- I need some air.
O star of wonder ♪
Star of night ♪
Star with royal beauty ♪
Bright ♪
Are you up here alone
'cause you're mad at Grandma?
I'm not mad at you, Gram.
I just wish you didn't hate Mom.
I don't hate her.
You hate her a little.
I am mad at her a little.
I spend a lot of time wondering about you,
how your life is going,
and I wanna make sure you know
you have family you can talk to
about things your mom doesn't understand.
Okay?
Okay.
If you ever need anything,
you just give us a call.
I have that new fancy iPhone.
Okay? I know how to text.
- Mm. Oh.
- I can even JIF or GIF.
- Or just Wha
- Debatable.
Come here.
- Oh, I just love you.
- I love you too.
- Hi, friend.
- Wha What?
Why are you Ginny said you were hosting
some big Christmas Eve dinner.
That's going super-duper well.
Okay.
- Yeah.
- Okay.
I was driving by,
I saw you in the window.
Why are you here on Christmas Eve
all alone and sad?
I'm not sad.
You look sad.
What, do you hate your parents?
Do all kids just hate their parents?
- I'm fond of mine.
- Of course you are.
When Ginny was young,
we'd watch Christmas movies,
and I'd think,
"One day, I'm gonna have
a Merry Christmas like that."
"A perfectly set table, no money trouble."
I mean, that's a strategy
that always works,
modeling happiness after
million-dollar-budget movies.
You know, I really thought I could do it.
Live here, have the perfect wedding,
perfect life, be happy.
You know, the enemy of happiness
is wanting things.
Why aren't you with family?
Uh, well,
my parents live out in California,
so I'll spend New Year's
out there with them and my sister.
I didn't know you had a sister.
I actually don't know much about you.
No, you don't.
I have an older sister, Sasha.
Actually, you remind me of her.
She's gorgeous and talented.
Eh, she's bossy.
You know what I like about you, Joe?
What do you like about me?
I never feel like you're judging me.
Well, then you are missing it,
'cause I'm judging you all the time.
It doesn't snow
In the place that I call home ♪
Thank you. I needed this, Joe.
Have a merry Christmas.
But if it's all the same ♪
It's pretty likely it will rain ♪
You know, I always had this dream
I'd ride away from all my problems
on a beautiful white horse.
I always loved horses,
even as a little girl.
So on this Christmas Eve ♪
Yeah, I remember.
Wanna know why
the holidays scream and shout at me?
It's always the same.
Moment after moment, it's all the same.
Then the stretch of unwavering,
unbreaking stretch of time.
Other people are cheerful at Christmas,
full of hope and hot chocolate.
No.
Christmas is the time
that harks my failures.
Santa points a big spotlight
on George Jones saying,
"Hey you, George Jones,
you're not good enough."
George, don't you love me?
Ah, Mary, of course I love you.
I love you so much
it's bursting out of me.
I don't need Christmas.
I need you.
We're closed.
Hush ♪
Hi.
Don't act so special ♪
What I do ♪
Is not for you ♪
Forget about it ♪
You made this mess ♪
I'll knock at your door ♪
Don't you ignore or forget about it ♪
Every night ♪
Got you running in circles, I know ♪
Touchin' me ♪
Get your paws off my Dolce cologne ♪
Back it up ♪
Off my throne
'Cause you know you wanna ♪
Make me ♪
Walk away and forget about it ♪
- Forget about it ♪
- Hush ♪
- Forget about it ♪
- Hush ♪
Forget about it ♪
Whoa, a Battleship!
I love being rich. Thanks, Paul.
Austin, did you paint this?
Marcus and I
painted all your presents together.
Thank you.
And this
is for you.
The Mount?
But how? It's been booked up for months.
Their next avail is two years from now.
I'm the mayor.
- Merry Christmas.
- Thank you.
Guys, watch this.
What?
- What? Where did
- Wow.
Bravo.
Good job, Austin.
Oh, and Battleship
- What's that?
- Oh, Battleship
Gil.
Merry Christmas, G.
Shit.
Thank you so much.
It's good to see you again, Gil.
You know, I have to admit
I had no idea what to get a teenage girl.
Last time I saw you, all you wanted to do
was watch Teen Titans.
Wow, Dad, I love it!
I am so glad, kid.
When'd you get out?
Come on, G
Mom, it was a surprise.
When Daddy shows up in town,
we tell Mommy.
Okay?
Don't be like that.
Hey.
I don't want it.
Thanks.
You want him to leave now?
Wait, look I'm sorry, I'm
I didn't come here to crash your holiday.
I just I wanted to say
hello to my son on Christmas.
Sometimes, it's better to apologize after
than to ask for permission before.
I don't know.
I think the permission thing has value.
Yeah.
Daddy, you sure
you don't wanna come sledding?
No, kid, you go.
I'm gonna say goodbye to your mom.
Give your old man a hug.
Have fun.
- Georgia, I've changed.
- Good.
You needed to.
Huh.
Come on, come on.
Come on.
Georgia?
Ginny burns herself, Zion.
Our little girl, she takes a lighter
and she burns herself.
I found her notebook.
It's all in there.
Well, we have to do something!
We gotta help her.
I know.
- I know. Uh
- You know?
What do you mean you know?
She She's in therapy.
She wants to get better.
You knew?
You knew about this?
Georg
Show me.
What?
Show me.
- Mom?
- You burn yourself?
- Mom. What are you doing?
- Show me!
- Where?
- Stop.
- Where do you do it?
- Get off me.
- I wanna see.
- Stop!
- Where?
- Mom, get off of me!
Fine! You wanna see?
How long have you been doing that?
- Mom, I don't want you to cry.
- I don't understand.
Why? Why would you do that to yourself?
- Is it me? Is it because of me?
- No, it's not that simple.
Is it Kenny?
It's heavy, I know that.
I tried to keep you from it.
I tried to protect you.
I've only ever wanted to protect you.
No, it started before that.
My beautiful girl.
My special,
miracle baby girl. Why?
Why would you do that?
I hate it.
- I wanna stop.
- Oh.
Come here.
I am so sorry that I missed this.
I'm just so sorry, Peach.
For everything.
Give it to me, okay?
You give all that pain to me.
I can handle it.
Come here.
I'm here, okay?
I'm here.
I'm here.
Come here.
I'm sorry I I ruined Christmas.
Christmas was ruined way before this.
This is us.
A very merry
Ginny and Georgia Christmas special.
Right?
Silent night ♪
Holy night ♪
All is calm ♪
All is bright ♪
Round yon Virgin ♪
Mother and Child ♪
Holy infant ♪
So tender and mild ♪
Sleep in heavenly ♪
Peace ♪
Sleep in ♪
Heavenly peace ♪