Mrs. Van Patten. All finished up down there. I need you to sign the work order.

[voice wavering]

Okay.

[confused]

Mrs. Van Patten, are you in the closet?

[voice wavering]

Yes.

Not judging, but what are you doing in the closet?

[voice wavering]

I'm mostly crying. A little drinking. Probably equally crying and drinking.

Something I do often also. But why in the closet?

[voice wavering]

Because I don't want Matty to see me. [she starts crying]

I'm coming in the closet, Mrs. Van Patten. I'm opening the door. [he see Violet on the floor holding a Sippy Cup] [calmly, and concerned] Are you all right?

[voice breaking]

I'm sobbing on the floor of my closet, drinking Chardonnay out of a Sippy Cup, so I guess not.

[apologetically]

Sorry. I withdraw the question. Uh– [he sits on the floor with Violet]

[sobbing]

Oh, God!

[smiling]

Wanna talk about it?

No. Yes! Yes. [sobbing in Sam Brenner's shoulder] Oh, God!