Left alone, Adam can identify with Sean's Rebecca problem. A pair of freaks.
"My mom called this girl I was texting, and left this really long message. Who does that? And Mia won't even tell me what she said, that's how weird it was! And I was getting close to making my... Move."
Sean props his filthy feet up on the coffee table: "Your own mom cock-blocked you!" Some advice for the naïve nephew: "Stop with the sexting and the emails. Go back to face-to-face. Conversation. And say the magic words..."
"-- You've got crap on your feet!" Marlene says, holding up her glasses to look at him.
"No Marlene, the other magic words: Would you mind if. You put anything after that, she's putty in your hands." Would you mind if I kissed you? Sean says. Would you mind if I touched your privates? Sean says.
"Hey! Would you mind getting out of here so we can go back to work?" Marlene asks. Sean agrees so easily that, he says, it proves his theory.
The Bee Man's Bee House looks insane, Cathy thinks. A broken down shanty with elderly men lost in its overgrown gardens. Todd laughs, calls it dirty and illegal and medically unethical, and she swings her head around at him: "Buzz off," she grins, and he nods. Inside, there are jars of honey on every surface. There are dreamcatchers and skins and a potbellied stove, hangings and tapestries and shadowboxes and succulents lining every wall. "This is not an exam room! They don't even have hand sanitizer!"
Todd says everything she would be thinking, if Cathy weren't so busy hoping. That's why Todd is here: To hold onto everything else so that she can hold onto this.
The Bee Man enters, in his mask and gloves; she babbles at him. He's funny, a little sexy. Irish. Older. Todd asks him where he got his degree and the Bee Man disappears with a smile, returning with a mason jar full of bees that he introduces to Cathy.
"I place the bees on the skin near sites of infection. The venom activates an immune response that quite literally eradicates disease. Bees are nature's little wizards!"
There is doctor-on-doctor trouble, hope v. medicine trouble; Cathy apologizes for them both. Bee Man asks them if they are allergic to the bees: "Just anti-bee in general?" he asks Todd. "What part of Ireland are you from?" Cathy asks suddenly, to break their glare, and the Bee Man gets strange and harsh: "Who told you I was Irish?"