Homeless Sean is scared of the dentist, so he throws around a bunch of self-righteous claptrap and spends the entire day trying to get surgery on the cheap in weird ways: After refusing Cathy's offer of free dental work, he hands a pair of pliers to her son Adam, and when that goes poorly, he sets off to goad her husband Paul into punching him, which does the job.
Adam gets a PSP or something from his dad, which Cathy immediately takes away because her mission this week is for him to get a job. He tries to steal a replacement from Walmart, and ends up with bacon saved by neighbor Marlene, who blackmails him into doing manual labor around her house.
Paul is back playing rugby despite his infirmity, and flirting with the idea of boning "Rugby Slut," a.k.a. Tina, a groupie from the old days who tries her best to Mean Girl Cathy and gets no traction at all. Because Cathy Jamison is having a very great, very drunk day:
She cashes in her 401K for roughly half its eventual worth, takes a cheap shot at Suze Orman, bites a strange man's breakfast pastry, buys a convertible and pricey champagne, takes her oncologist to lunch, liberates a live lobster, and eventually/drunkenly accompanies Dr. M to an appointment with his realtor, Melinda Mickens, where they pretend to be a young hot couple. In the end, Cathy and the doctor are heartbreaking as usual. She reiterates her desire to fix the million wrong things with Adam, locks the cute new car in a storage unit for him 15 years hence, and walks home in the rain, swinging her purse.
As usual, Sean is a delight and the many thoughts sliding across Cathy's face -- from totally compassionate to hilariously judgmental -- are a joy to watch. Maybe a little thin on plot -- and heavier on wistful meaningness than we've gotten used to -- but all in all a fun little outing. Very down with this theme of Cathy trying various coping strategies/clichés and eventually realizing how they are bullshit, because it's hilarious and instructive and relatable and a story that we're going to have to keep telling each other. But in this case it's tough, because eventually she's going to run out of tricks, and it's getting harder to not think about that.
Next week: Idris Elba heatin' up the joint, depilatory adventures, teen masturbation and -- God willing -- the return of Andrea.
The man at the bank is confused when Cathy Jamison asks to cash in her 401(k). She's been adding to it for twenty safe years and she'll be giving up half of the account by doing this before retirement age. Retirement age, at this time, is sixty-five years. Cathy laughs when he says this out loud.
"Yeah, I'm going to need that money. I was watching Suze Orman this morning, she was preaching that same old tired mantra, Save For a Rainy Day, and I realized it could rain any day. So I decided to come down here, get my money. And just spend it."
Spend it? On what? Cathy doesn't know. And the man has no right to know. He confirms once more that this really what she wants. It's not really what she wants. It's not what she really wants, what she wants is to be sixty-five and fully vested and surrounded by grandchildren. What she wants is something without a name. Cathy has no idea what she wants. His breakfast pastry. She gives him the teacher voice, and he leaves to get the paperwork. She gleams and takes a bite.
The man returns; she'll have the money in an hour. He looks at the icing on her mouth, the bite -- not a tiny bite, a large bite -- missing from his breakfast. He stares; there must be something wrong with her. Something terrible, inside.
"Yes, I know. That's why I'm doing this."
Cathy meets her son Adam at the soccer field, playing a handheld video game. He was meant to have a job interview today, but he didn't feel like going. She wanted him to have a summer job, to pick up his own clothes, to learn the Banana Split & Dive; she wanted him to age ten years in an instant, so that she could say goodbye. "Adam, it's called a summer job because it's summer."
A summer job doesn't last long; summer in Minneapolis doesn't last long. "I don't want to hand out yogurt samples in the mall for minimum wage," he says, without looking up. She rolls her eyes. "Right, you really should be focusing on middle management."
The game was a gift from Paul, Cathy's husband. Paul is on the field, playing rugby, like he did when they were young. When Paul's wife Cathy left him it was like the walls fell away and he didn't know what to do and where to go and he was unhappy, so he went back to the beginning.
"And no," says Adam. "He does not know he looks ridiculous."
Cathy sends her son to the car, promising him he's not spending the summer playing video games just because she cancelled soccer camp. Paul, sweating and wild-eyed, approaches as their son is leaving. His knee brace is missing. Why is he playing rugby, his wife wants to know. Why, as a forty-five year old man twenty years from retirement, a man who bruises like a peach and wears a knee brace under his Dockers, why would this man possibly be playing rugby under the Minnesota sun this summer.