Nate's at home alone watching Beyond Borders, and the short snippet we see doesn't make me feel any more regretful about having missed it. He hops up jauntily from the couch to answer the knock on the door, like he's hoping it's his stepsibling. But instead it's his sibling-in-law. Without a word, Billy walks in and flops down morosely into Nate's spot on the sofa.
Cut to a little later, when Nate has apparently given up on Beyond Borders and is now just channel-surfing. Billy is still talking about how much he misses Claire. "I felt like she was my first real love. I know she's just a kid, but we were kids together." Billy sighs and settles back. Nate turns off the TV and leans back in a similar posture. "My first love just died," he says to the ceiling. "I was fifteen when I met her. She was 32." Even Billy blinks at that. "Whoa," he says. Yeah, Billy, we realize the figures don't hold up. Fiona would have had to be born in 1948 instead of 1952 to be 32 in 1980, when Nate was 15. Math is hard. Nate recalls that everyone thought Fiona had "done something" to him. Well, she may have had something to do with the fact that you grew up to be such a man-slut. He says that before Fiona, he'd been fooling around with girls his own age, "But Fiona let me see all of her. And I just loved her." Nate says he wrote letters, some of which rhymed, and now figures she laughed when she read them. "I doubt she laughed," Billy says seriously and supportively. Looks like what Billy really needed to get snapped out of his bout of self-pity was to have to deal with someone else's. And of course Nate's always good for a heaping helping of that. Nate says, "Love isn't something you feel, it's something you do. And if the person you're with doesn't want it, you know, do yourself a favor and save it for someone who does." You suppose he would say the same thing to Brenda?
Ruth has led her fellow partygoers down to the Body Shop, where they're all gathered around the draped corpse of Fiona. "We've all been conditioned not to touch the dead," Ruth says as she draws down the sheet, "but it's okay." "You look good, babe," Bettina says, now that Fiona's all made up for her funeral. Sarah bends down and kisses Fiona on the forehead and whispers, "I love you." Ruth gently adds, "I forgive you, Fiona, for deflowering my boy." "She's the one," Brenda breathes. Ruth says Nate was only 15, as Brenda already knew. Susie Bright, after finishing sucking on the bong in the background, passes it to Brenda, who passes it along to Sarah without indulging. Although I suspect the Nate-us is going to be picking up a nice secondhand buzz anyway. After Sarah takes a hit, she passes it to Ruth, who carefully takes her first puff EVER. It's filmed like a sacrament, but with fake CGI smoke for some reason when she exhales. I guess the real smoke didn't show up well enough on film in the dimly lit room. Sarah begins softly singing "Calling All Angels," and the others (save Ruth) quickly join in. It's a good thing they've banished men, because the only "Calling All Angels" I know is by the band Train and it's an entirely different song from this one. The sound of an orchestra rises in the background, which cues a montage over the singing: