Frisky Father Firehouse. A few light fixtures. Running water. Mitch bathes his face in the inside faucet by the wood paneling. This place is classy, I tell you. Mary walks in and demands he gets some sleep. Mitch says he can't because he's got a lot of work to finish up first. Mary then asks what she can do to help: "I'm here to help." "What turned you around?" he asks. Around from what? She was never asked to help. She replies, "Well, if something is so big that you have to sit alone in the firehouse and have a cry, then obviously we have to regroup." "Cry? Where'd you get that?" he asks. "Kenny saw you," she explains. The sad piano kicks in as Mitch leans his head back and thinks, "Those were tears for my daughter. I miss her soft skin." The melodrama gets huge here as Mary holds her stomach and says, "Look, Mitch, I know you're just trying to protect us." Mitch leans forward on his drafting table and wails, "Oh, I wish this was all about protecting you. There'd be a kind of nobility in that, I guess. [Huge sigh. Incredibly extreme close-up] And yeah, part of it is, but the other part is pride. You know, I was humiliated. I was scared, I didn't want you to know I'd failed. [sigh] You know, honey, I had this big dream for us and I wasn't good enough to pull it off. I'm sorry. I'm so sorry." "Mitch," she whispers. "Mitch. I love you. So, what are we up against?"

Sigh. Sigh. Wringing of the hands. He says that if they lose Tom they can't make the mortgage payments on the firehouse and if they lose that, they lose the house. They have until the next day. He says that the two of them aren't going to get it done in time. "Well, it's, um, it's not just the two of us," Mary says with a smile, kicking off the "We're Gonna Do It" happy guitar as she goes jogging back to the door. "I brought slave labor," she says with a huge exhale, knowing what a goddamn beautiful saint of a woman she is. Elizabeth, Meghan, Cameron, Kenny and Clay walk in like the Reservoir Dogs carrying paint buckets, boomboxes and important boxes. Mitch looks down and thinks, "Of course. My family can do anything. I'm the luckiest father in the whole world. I should get me a t-shirt that says how lucky I am." Smug, satisfied smiles on the Green family ask where they start. Mitch can't believe how incredible his family is. He just has to exhale again: "Anywhere you want." He laughs and laughs. Sure, thirty Russian electricians couldn't get it done in three months, but with the power of love, age, youth, incest and fresh sex, these six scamps are just the rag-tag team to get it done right, by golly.