Kaytee's mother asks if Kaytee wants her to attend. Duh. Kaytee's father whispers that he'll be there. Great. Call the press. Like we care. "I'd really appreciate if both of you could come!" Kaytee exasperatedly spits. As we watch her carry her guitar into the coffeehouse, she tells us in a VO that her dad really wants to leave, but her mom doesn't want him to. Kaytee goes through her gig, and she's really adorable (and her hair, once again, is short -- whatever). The place is packed with friends and family, and both her parents are there, beaming at her proudly. The only drawback? Pablo's in the corner, dancing like an epileptic with a bi-polar disorder. On first viewing, I thought he was making fun of Kaytee and dancing was his way of protesting her music. After a couple of rewinds, however, I noticed that he was singing along. So, you know, even though I want him to NEVER dance in front of me again, I can't fault him for enjoying himself and for supporting Kaytee.
There's a little insert here of Kaytee, with her forehead cut off and just her left eye and her mouth visible, the bottom portion of her face and neck swaddled in some bright red fabric. It must be said that this is a fabulous shot. Did she do this herself? It's really cool. Anyway, she says, "There are some people who can stay married and can stay happy but, honestly? I don't think that a lot of people are people like that. And I don't think that I'm that kind of person." I just can't get over this shot. She should be a director. Seriously.
In the car on the way home, Kaytee's high on the success of her show. She's giggling and sticking out her tongue and chattering away. In the Car of Non-Divorcing-Yet-Unhappy Parents, the Mother of Anti-Destiny is going on about how wonderful Kaytee was. Nolte mumbles that his daughter loves to be in the spotlight. He sounds drunk. In the back of the car, MAD says, "It wouldn't be fair to split up the family. Isn't that what you think?" "So far," says Nolte. Way to be enthusiastic, Chief. "Just as long as the kids are happy," she responds, "I guess I can do another three years. It's gonna be hard. Not having that girl in my house." Man, this is just pathetic. "Happy"? Her kids are "happy"? Not that I've noticed. You wander around the house in a fugue state, kibitzing with parrots and serving your daughter brie, and your husband wears bad ties and doesn't shave and tries to stay as far away from your craziness as possible. Yeah, I think that familial environment is a total recipe for happiness. Really. Not to mention, "kids"? What kids? Where's this phantom other child? In her head? No wonder Nolte wants to leave.