Todd's face falls, now that Cathy's not here to see his grief. He can be sad for her, where he can't see her. He looks out through the glass and into her prison, down onto the pool.

"Amanda's going through a bit of a rough time right now," he says, and Vivian nods as if she understands. But she doesn't. Not even Todd does, really. Not even Cathy Jamison.

Rugby Slut watches from the sidelines, shouting Paulie's name; Sean appears out of nowhere, beautiful and angry. Like his sister, he constructs elaborate fantasies to obtain what he wants. They move things and people around like chessmen, going for the optimal fit. Paul and Sean do not get along; they have always fought for the right to possess Cathy and her limitless patience, her endurance, her ability to fix and save and suffer, but this isn't what the fight is about. The fight is a ruse. Sean is simply moving Paul around, like a chessman, set to light for now on his sister's couch.

"You're a fucking douche bag!" An opening volley. Paul, sweaty and wild-eyed, jumps in immediately, coming closer, attempting to loom.

"What the hell are you doing here? What, are we playing on an ancient Indian burial ground? Is my Jersey made by toddlers in Botswana? Are there endangered tree frogs in the astroturf, you dick?"

Like his sister, Sean can't really play properly; he can't sit on the other side of the glass and pretend for his enjoyment, no matter how much he wants to. Even when he's lying, he's telling the truth.

"Look, I've been repressing a lot of anger towards you, and it's giving me hemorrhoids, so I kind of need to purge. Now, if at any point you want to hit me, I get it. We both need catharsis..."

"Paulie" orders "Seanie" back to his dumpster and turns away, so Sean turns up the heat. Boiling, steaming, poaching. Begging. "Hey! Fuck you, you nine to five corporate piece of shit! You fucking waste of oxygen!" Paul admits, now, that it stung. "You're getting a little out of line," he says, and Sean nearly laughs, begging to be punched.

"But you won't, will you? Because you're a fucking coward. You're more than a coward, really. You're a complete failure. You fucked up your marriage, your life. You turned my vibrant, quirky sister into a miserably dull, lifeless zombie. You're a half-assed husband, a poor excuse for a father..."