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That's my dad, Mickey Ferrera.

He makes records. Hit records.

Which you've probably heard.

Especially if you're his age.

You know, when people danced really weird?

I mean, come on, just look at his hair!

Some of his songs might even be your life soundtrack.

Although he hasn't made one that good in a long time.

But he keeps trying,

hoping for that certain magical epiphany.

Personally, I think it's the band he's producing.

Motherfucker!

- Let's go! - Fuck you!

What the fuck is this?

Spies from the record label.

What started it this time?

Fuck--

Somebody stole somebody's cookies or drugs

or drug fucking cookies, I mean, these fucking guys, I--

Shit! You're drunk-- Stop-- Fuck you!

So you guys warmed up, you wanna try one?

Yeah, sure.

Okay, let's do it.

You're not feeling it, are you, brother?

Sounds great, guys. I'll be back later.

We're so fucked.

We are fucked.

Nice. Atta girl!

Looking good!

So good up there, that's good, nice and relaxed.

My sister Jennifer has a passion.

Horse riding. Actually, two passions.

The other one

is the horse trainer.

Brando looks good.

Dad, why are you here?

Don't you have stuff to do for tonight?

I told your mom I'd drive you home.

I don't finish till 5:00.

I can wait.

She's really coming along, Mickey.

I mean, Mr. Ferrera.

If she keeps this up, she'll have Olympic scouts

swarming all over her.

As long as it's the only thing swarming all over her.

Right.

Well, okay, uh, I should go, cool Brando down now.

-Dad, I can take care of myself. -Don't doubt it.

Besides, if you didn't work so much,

maybe he'd get to see more of how I'm actually doing.

I know, honey, but Brando might get a little teary-eyed

if I was forced to stop earning a living,

and you had to say goodbye to him.

I'll see you later?

Olympic scouts, huh?

Not bad, kid.

That's my mom, Sofia.

And I know what you're thinking, so stop it.

And then there's me, Cody Ferrera.

Cody, I made you a snack, honey.

My two passions, my beats and my drawings.

Cody!

Actually, there's a third.

I am starving.

Wow, look at you. You look great.

You got a hot date tonight?

Come on.

It's your father's and my 19th year anniversary tonight.

Oh, you mean you guys actually hang out?

Well, he is running late, as per usual.

Oh, gotta go. Give me a kiss.

Hey, boss, uh,

they're still debating about whose songs to rehearse.

- What should I do? - Leave!

And lock them in.

Soon they'll realize how important this album is

when they can't go home or buy more booze and drugs.

Everything okay?

I just found out from the label

that they're getting a new A&R guy.

This might be the last album I get to produce.

But, hey, you and I started with nothing,

so going back there wouldn't be such a big deal, right?

Mm.

My dad had this big surprise dinner

arranged for Mom, but like the poet says,

"The best-laid plans of mice and men often go awry."

I think we should talk about Cody.

He's been quiet again lately, and--

I'm getting worr--

Mickey, if you could just put your phone aside

for five seconds while we talk about our son?

Geez, if I had a dollar for every call and text you made,

I would be a very wealthy woman.

Well, you are a wealthy woman, you have me.

Come on, Sof, this is our special night.

Can't we just have a little fun?

Tonight shouldn't be any different

-when it comes to our kids. -And it's not.

The kids are our life,

and I think we've done a great job.

Give me your hand.

Listen, I promise I'll talk to Cody, okay?

But tonight's our anniversary.

To 19 glorious years, and to 19 more.

Hello, sweeties!

Behold Lucy the Magi.

How about a little dinner trick?

You've got to be kidding me, Mickey.

What? I didn't set this up.

No, he didn't. Indulge me.

Think of a card, Sofia.

And yet she knows my name.

Psychic. Any card.

Am I feeling a little pushback here?

Think of a card, girl.

Think of a card.

Mickey, right?

Can you flip over a bill?

Slowly.

Was it a seven of hearts?

Not even close.

Was it a seven of diamonds?

Was it the seven of clubs?

Yeah, it-- it was the seven of clubs.

That's amazing. How'd you do that?

Lucy the Magi, sweetie.

Now, make two fists, and stretch it over the table.

What's in your right hand?

I think my work here is done.

Mickey, what are you doing?

I just want you to know that after I finish this album,

-I'm taking my beautiful wife... -No, no.

...and our two wonderful kids

on a trip to a faraway exotic island.

Where we'll spend a week, a month, a year,

whatever your heart desires.

Honey, no.

I want us to renew our wedding vows, Sofia,

right here, right now.

Before these lovely strangers and God

I want us to recommit to our sacred eternal marriage.

Just stop!

What's wrong, baby?

I want a divorce!

Cody? Jennifer.

I'm sorry Mickey. But we're done.

Anyone ever tell you your body's built to surf?

You guys okay?

Yeah, we're fine, we're great.

And you're drunk.

We're trying to stay busy,

and pretend the very fabric of this family

isn't being torn apart.

Where's your mom?

Back room.

Sof, can we talk?

I don't want to talk.

Just tell me why.

Is it me? Is it the work?

I can change all that.

No, it's not just that!

Is it someone else?

Sofia, you gotta tell me.

Where are the kids?

They're on the couch.

Are you okay, Dad?

Yeah, I'm good. I'm good.

It's okay, it's okay, guys, it's all right.

You guys okay?

You hungry?

Dad, it's 1:00 A.M..

Not in Amsterdam.

Open the door!

Open the fucking door!

Open the door!

Damn motherfucker!

Ugh.

Hey, Emerson, how's it going?

If you don't get over here soon,

and open this fucking door,

I'm gonna piss all over your fucking beautiful vintage board.

Then I'm gonna take a groupie on that motherfucker, okay?

Not only that, you locked us in with Robby Krieger!

Hey, no big deal, man.

Back in '69, they locked us in here,

the four of us, and it worked out pretty good.

Hey, we're The Doors, man.

Shit. Robby Krieger's in my studio.

You know, it's a fact that when divorces happen,

more often than not,

the children become a bargaining tool.

I'm fine with that.

Please don't let that happen to Cody.

I promise I won't let that happen.

I love you both way too much.

That's for damn sure.

Fuck it.

-Hey, Briggs. -What up, Bobby?

Ricky, you in here again?

Yikes.

Mr. Felony.

How'd you know?

I got a friend.

She's a judge.

Come on, sunshine, time to go.

Come on, you hungry?

Are you kidding? I could eat a zombie.

You see that lawyer in there?

- He pissed himself. - Shit, really?

Attica! Attica! Attica!

Attica! Attica! Attica! Attica!

Attica! Attica! Attica!

Didn't I tell you she was bad luck?

-No, when? -Well, I thought it.

You're my older brother, bro.

I look up to you. I kept it to myself.

You said you were hungry, bro.

Yeah, well, I lost my appetite

when it suddenly dawned on me that I'm 55,

and I'll have to start my life all over again.

Mick, you're such a drama queen, bro.

Look at me, you wanna know my schedule for today?

Let's see, uh, I'm gonna go surf.

Get some waves to my head.

Run a training session for a trophy wife client.

Stop by for a massage and a happy ending.

And no "Honey, do this" from some ball and chain.

Hey, don't talk about Sof like that.

The woman who just humiliated you

in front of all your friends, family

and a whole restaurant full of strangers?

The woman who wants a divorce?

And probably all your money?

Bro.

As your only sibling,

and on occasion, "conscience mirror,"

I'm gonna be brutally honest with you.

You need to get a lawyer, and fast.

You are kidding yourself

if you think for one second

that little Sofia hasn't already hired,

the biggest, bestest, great white shark

your money could buy.

You know this is all

because they have that extra gene we don't.

That's why they live longer.

Lawyer up. And man up.

You gonna eat that?

I will fucking kill for you, okay?

I don't take prisoners, I take souls.

Remember that--

Remember, no matter how much you loved each other,

no matter how convincing she is when she says,

"I don't want to hurt you," bullshit.

She wants to destroy you!

She will--

She will plant the--

She will plant the seeds...

...of every little mistake in your life...

And she will water them

into a felony, you got--

By the time she's done, you won't be invited

to Bill Cosby's house, okay?

Hey! Hey!

What are you doing? This is not a public restroom!

-Excuse me. -No, don't excuse--

Dude, this is the only restroom in this building!

Go walk down-- Get out! Get the fuck out of here.

Jesus.

Use some other shitter down the road!

And plug that ass, it fucking stinks.

We need to fight fire with death!

Whoo!

I'm not gonna lie to you, bro.

Divorce is a full-contact sport, huh?

Oh, man.

And there are people that would do anything,

and I mean anything to win.

Anything!

So here's the drill, all right?

Stay active in your kids' lives, right?

Pay less.

File for full custody.

Get a male judge that's been wronged by a woman.

God knows, I know a couple of those, right?

Pay less!

Whoo!

Oh, then you take the kids shopping, right?

You make them spy for you, right?

Mama's little dirty secrets, huh?

What do you think? We catch Mama drinking, huh?

What do you think?

Oh, better yet! Oh, she's eyeing the pool boy.

That's a home run for us, brother!

Woo! We're gonna win this thing.

And you're gonna pay less.

Whoo! Whoo!

That's a home run for us, man!

When do you want to get started?

Are you really a lawyer?

Why do you ask?

Well, it's just-- Uh, I don't see any law books.

Do you know who I used to represent?

The Del Duca family back east.

Do you know who they are?

They're one of the five families.

Google them.

Now, you need to leave emotion at the door.

My job is to intimidate,

decimate and accumulate.

I'll save your fortune, and get your kids.

When you say decimate, what exactly does that mean?

It's Mickey, right?

You don't want to know, Mickey.

The fuck?

I've been married for over 20 years.

My high school sweetheart.

Truth be told, it hasn't always been easy.

I mean, there have been times that we struggled.

Even talked divorce.

But somehow, we always found ourselves back to harmony.

Kept our family together.

So, my first goal is to help you explore

all the possibilities to save your marriage.

This could include things like counseling or therapy.

Sometimes, a marriage can't be saved.

And in that case,

when divorce becomes unavoidable,

mm, in those instances,

I will become your fiercest advocate.

And I will also strive

to keep things from turning ugly.

And also, so there's no negative impact

on your children.

Monty!

Come swim to Mama. Come on, come on.

Swim to Mama. Oh, that's my boy!

My swimmer.

I'm $400 an hour,

and I'll need a $35k retainer.

-Can I call you Mickey? -Sure.

I have a question for you, Mickey.

Do you think Sofia loves you enough

to fight for this marriage like you will?

That's a good question.

Honestly, I don't know.

Let's find out.

At $35k, we better.

Jesus. Look at those guns.

Think he's a model? Or an actor?

Maybe he's just happy being a bartender.

No one who looks that good is happy just being a bartender.

I mean, I was a bartender.

I was happy.

And then you became a wife, and now you're unhappy.

Come on!

We're in paradise, drinking wine,

using our husband's credit cards.

Cheers.

Come on.

Jennifer hates me.

She thinks I'm going to ruin everyone's lives.

Ah, She's a kid. She'll get over it.

Uh, maybe, but what about Cody? You think he'll get over it?

-I don't think so. -Okay, listen.

You got this one life.

And by the time you were 25, you already had two kids,

and you were married to this man

who was or is a workaholic.

Now it's your time.

You got to live a little, just for you.

Yes, that's why I'm doing this, right?

-To live a little? -Yeah.

Question is, at what cost?

That's what happens when you marry an older man.

-I tried to tell you. -I loved him.

Just got married a little too young.

That's all.

Oh, bartender!

- Two shots, please. - Ugh.

Thank you.

I think he likes me.

So, there's supposed to be a really cool party

at the Kappa Gamma Alpha house this Friday.

It's supposed to be so rad.

How do you even know these guys, Lace?

Uh, I met one at the beach the other day.

He's like, a sophomore.

Well, isn't it dangerous going to their house?

Look, Jen,

I can't keep telling everybody that you're cool.

Eventually, you have to start, like, you know, showing up.

Yeah, sorry. I guess you're right.

Do you even want a boyfriend?

I don't know.

I think so.

Trust me, you do.

Even though my mom wants to divorce my dad,

I can't let it get me down.

I-- I love them both,

and I have to stay strong and focused.

There's always demons battling with the good angels

trying to take your soul away.

But they won't get mine.

What's up, buddy? Hey.

Oh, look at this shit.

Look at it, oh, he's drawing--

He thinks he's an angel or something.

Well, let me see that.

- Dude, give it back! Please! - No, I don't think so.

What the hell's wrong with you, man?

-Oh, we're just messing around. -Oh, that's what you call it?

-Come on, it was just a joke. -Was I talking to you?

Take a walk.

Yeah.

Let's go.

-Thanks. -Don't let them push you around.

Yeah, I didn't really see them coming--

Mickey!

I'm your biggest fan.

Wow.

Could I have your autograph?

Sure.

By the way, you've been served.

A fucking restraining order.

Did you see that?

Uh, Mom?

Mm.

Mickey!

Is this far enough away from my own house?

A restraining order? A damn restraining order!

It wasn't me, it was my lawyer.

I just want to know,

when did you stop loving me, huh, when?

I never stopped loving you.

You're unavailable.

You can't give me what I need.

Tell me what you need.

Write it down. I'll make it happen.

Anything not to lose you and the family.

There is...

someone else.

There. You happy?

Kids know?

No. Of course not.

Nobody knows, not even Caroline.

Wow.

Real Navy SEAL stuff, huh?

Can I at least take my kids for ice cream?

As long as you don't kidnap them.

I never cheated on you.

Not once.

And God knows I had the chances.

But I never looked at another woman

since the day I saw you.

Well, here we are.

Three members of a dysfunctional family

enjoying the outs of Malibu.

It's great.

Jen!

Can I go say hi, Dad?

Sure, sweetie.

But ten minutes, and I gotta get you guys home

before your mom calls the National Guard.

What you listening to, kid?

You wouldn't like it.

-How do you know? -Because you hate my music.

Computerized beats? It's not really music, pal.

You know, EDM's pretty popular right now, Dad, so...

Yeah, so is McDonald's.

Uh, let me listen to it.

-Really? -Seriously, I wanna hear it.

Okay.

So, if you and Mom

do end up getting a divorce,

who are me and Jen gonna live with?

I don't know, probably your mom.

I hope it's you.

Why?

I kinda just feel like you understand me better.

Anyways, can I take a walk until Jen comes back?

-Okay, but don't go too far. -All right.

Cool beats, dude.

-Okay. -All right.

It's good dope.

Yeah.

There you go.

- You be all right? - Cody?

Oh, shit, I have to go.

-Come on, boy. -You'll be all right.

-That's it? -Well, it's just a temp mix,

but yeah, so far.

-What do you think, man? -Well, let's see.

I think that your chorus needs work.

Your guitar needs to be cleaned up.

And your lyrics need a rewrite.

Besides that, it's okay.

What he said?

Uh, then you should know what you just heard

is not a hit single.

And it sounds like you guys need a hit single.

It's a work in progress, Aidan.

It's not perfect yet. But we will find it.

All right, well here's an idea.

Why don't you guys bring in a rapper?

Spit some rhymes, give it some edge.

The young crowd will eat that up.

Hold on, hold on. A rapper?

A fucking-- Mick-- Mick.

A fucking rapper? Who is this fucking tool?

I'm the guy who's calling the shots

on this mediocre album of yours.

I-- I didn't want to do this job.

But apparently it appeals to ye old nostalgia.

You guys are pissing in the wind.

Nobody buys records like this anymore.

And they've got you two for when their grandparents

want to reminisce.

Aidan, guys like these built your label.

You just give us time, and we'll get it done.

Yeah, yeah, sure you will.

-Fucking prick. -Yeah, what he said.

Jen? You in here?

Jen? Are you in there?

-Divorce sucks. -Yeah.

My dad was such a dick when he left.

Of course, he was a dick before he left.

I just can't stop crying.

Actually, do you want something to, you know,

help with the pain a bit?

Like what?

What is that?

Just something to make you a little bit less sad.

I do it all the time.

-Really? -Yeah.

Here, I'll take one with you right now.

Hey, do you want a ditch?

Okay.

Mickey! Mickey, darling!

All good? The kids?

-Kids are good, Helmut, thanks. -Kids are important, darling.

They are us, when we were small.

I'm gonna give it to you straight,

because I love you.

What the band are doing now sucks.

And quite frankly,

I don't think your head is in the game.

Divorce can be very tough on an artist.

Look through history at all the great men

who needed their muse to accomplish wonderful things.

But the muse is gone there.

Voila. Tragedy.

Sofia isn't my muse. She's my wife.

Ah, po-tay-toe, po-tah-toe, darling.

To-may-toe, to-mah-toe.

You well know

the music business is on ventilation.

Right now, you and the band are running out of air.

Even if we divorce, it has nothing to do with it.

People get divorced, and keep working.

Yeah, but this is not a charity, darling.

Now go and bring me back what we used to call in the day

a multi-platinum classic.

Bring it in.

I'll see you later, Helmut.

Bobby! Bobby, you in here?

Oops. Sorry.

Mick, I'll be right out, bro.

I'll be right back, Angela.

It's Annika.

You trying to trick me?

Dude, really, it's Annika.

Here's the lyrics to an old '50s song.

Sofia's met someone else.

Surprise. I told you.

I'm so psychic.

No, you never said that to me.

Whatever, dude.

She took a restraining order out against me.

And I just had a meeting with Helmut.

Christ, I feel like Fredo in The Godfather.

Unless I can pull a miracle out of those four guys,

I'm dead in the water.

Screw that shit bucket. Come live with me.

Yeah, right.

You know what Dad would say if he was still around?

"I'm gonna kick your ass for being a beach bum."

After that, he'd tell you to...

stop feeling sorry for yourself and get on with your life, bro.

That before, during, or after he was drunk?

To Pop.

- Hey, Dad. - Hey, Cody.

-What are you doing here? -Mom dropped me off.

She said she had some stuff to do.

Is that cool if I stay and listen?

Sure it is.

All right, guys. Big Boss is here.

Let's run that last one.

I know how you guys are feeling right now,

but we've been in the crap before

and pulled diamonds out of our asses.

We can do it again, boys.

You're right, Mickey.

We got this shit. We got it.

Any tips?

They need a good beat.

That's where it's at.

Hey, Dad. You got a minute?

Sure.

Record everything.

Burps, farts, their tune-ups,

doodles between takes, everything.

If they find the sound, I don't want to miss it.

Okay, you got it, boss.

All right, guys. Here we go. We're gonna roll on this one!

Is everything okay?

I mean, as okay as things can be?

Do you think I'm strange?

Like, different than other kids?

Strange? No.

Different? Yeah.

But that's what makes you so special.

You're unique. I love that about you.

Is something bothering you?

There's something that I want to tell you.

But I don't even know where to get started...

Boss, you gotta hear this.

Can you hold that thought for just a minute, kiddo?

Sure, Dad.

-Jennifer. -Hi, Brian.

What's going on? It's not your practice day.

So? Can you fit me in?

Um...

-sure. -Thank you.

You're the best.

-Are you okay? -Oh, yeah.

-So good. Super-duper. -Good!

Like flying high, but not too high.

- Not into the sky. - Just perfect.

-How are you? -Hey, I'm good.

-Just happy to-- -You look good.

-Thank you. -Mmm.

-So do you. -Thank you.

Just, um, you know, I'm happy to see you.

I am happy, too.

And to get in some extra practice.

Extra practice. Yes.

That is a great idea! Wow.

What a great head on your shoulders.

Why don't you go get Brando saddled up,

and, uh, I'll join you in the ring.

-Okay. Sounds good. -All right.

All right, I'll see you there.

So good. All right.

Yeah, I'll see ya.

-Okay. -Over there!

In the ring! Huh.

Look, everybody!

Cody Ferrera is a faggot!

He's a faggot! And he's in love with Eric!

Cody Ferrera's a faggot!

-Cody Ferrera's a faggot! -Hey, give it back!

What are you gonna do about it?

Come on, dude, just give it back.

You love him.

Don't you, faggot? Don't you, faggot?

Ferrera! Ferrera!

Ferrera.

Boys will be boys, Mr. Ferrera.

But what concerns me? Cody used a weapon.

Oh, come on. I wouldn't call it a weapon.

He used his phone to strike another student in the face.

What would you call that?

Well, back East, we might say it's the right call.

Not funny, Mr. Ferrera.

Okay, so what's next?

Fortunately, Kevin's family isn't pressing charges.

Charges?

That kid's got 60 pounds on Cody.

And considering Cody has no prior offenses,

we won't expel him.

But I feel a one-week suspension is appropriate.

A week, really?

That's it? A week's suspension?

Can I go now?

Mr. Ferrera...

Cody's never acted out before.

Is everything okay at home?

-Just the usual family stuff. -I see.

And may I ask, where is Mrs. Ferrera?

-What do you mean? -Well...

we tried to reach her...

but she never picked up.

Mom!

Jennifer!

Jennifer!

Hey, hey!

Hey. Hey.

Hey. Hang in there.

Baby, it's Mom. Come on.

It's Mom. Hey.

Call an ambulance.

Baby.

It's Mom.

Jenny!

-Dad, I'm fine. -How is she, doc?

She's suffered a mild concussion.

I fell off Brando.

She lost focus.

Wait, you were at the stables?

-He got into a fight. -Did somebody hurt you?

Principal Kott said she called you,

but you never picked up.

My phone died. And?

Can I still ride my horse?

Not for a week or so.

But I have a competition coming up!

You have to follow doctor's orders, Jen.

It's Jennifer, and I don't want you

as my trainer anymore.

Jennifer. Hey.

Jennifer, what's going on?

Jennifer, I need to get back to my other patients.

Hey, why is your hand on my mom?

Son of a bitch!

I get it now. You're screwing the stable boy.

It's horse trainer, Mr. Ferrera.

Oh, Jesus!

God!

-Jennifer! -You stay here.

Your boyfriend needs you.

Fucking pussy.

-I hate them all. -I'm on your side.

I'm always on your side.

I hate her.

I hate her.

Hate to tell you this, but consensual sex

with another man's wife is not a crime.

Assault, however, that's a crime.

You're lucky he didn't press charges.

He's lucky he's still breathing.

You're not gonna be much of a father behind bars, Mickey.

What was I supposed to do?

Nothing. Not a thing.

No more assaults, no more DUIs,

no more angry outbursts with Sofia.

Oh, what?

So I should just roll over and take it?

Next you'll be telling me Brian can sleep in my bed

and make my kids pancakes.

I'm sorry.

These are strange times we're living in.

You think?

Unless there is evidence of child or drug abuse,

your wife is in the driver's seat.

Maybe you should take an anger management class.

Are you serious?

A stable boy's screwing my wife, and I need anger management?

I can recommend somebody very special.

You're out of your fucking mind.

-Doing great. -Like this?

Yeah, just stay in the middle of the board.

Doing great, you're natural.

Hey, bro. Stable boy?

Damn, what a bitch.

You're lucky I wasn't there.

I would have fed that kid a horseshit sandwich.

My lawyer wants me to take anger management classes.

Well, you've always had something of a temper.

How am I doing? Can I get to the water soon?

Oh, you're doing great.

Down on your belly.

-Belly? -Yeah, paddle.

Yeah, boy. Keep paddling.

Stay in the middle.

Water's got to know your moves.

Recognize you as part of the surf family.

Why am I the bad guy?

I won't get my kids or the house

unless there's evidence of child or drug abuse.

Drug abuse? Right there.

Uh-uh. No way, Bobby. I'm not doing that.

Besides, she doesn't even take aspirin.

You only have to fool the cops once.

Or you can just look the other way

while that stable boy's banging your wife

in that big, sexy bed of yours, bro.

Keep going, bro. Keep paddling.

Doing great. Keep paddling.

I can't do this.

- Hey, Dad. - Hey, Cody.

What are you doing?

I was just-- I'm-- I'm looking for my sunglasses.

I thought I might have left them here in Mom's car.

Okay.

I don't think you're 100 feet away from the house,

but I won't say anything.

All right, so...

How-- how are you enjoying your suspension?

I don't even see how teachers think this is a punishment.

So where's your sis?

Oh, wait, she's at practice.

Dad, you don't know?

She's thinking about quitting.

She can't quit because of that tool, Brian.

Dad, you rocked his shit.

All right, listen.

I better creep out of here, okay?

Sure.

You fucked my wife, right?

You banged my wife?

Stable boy, you banged my wife?

Bang, bang, bang, bang, bang!

There is...

someone else.

Why is your hand on my mom?

Bang, bang!

Bang, bang, bang, bang!

Geez.

I need a shrink. I definitely need a shrink.

You know what a good long draw of tobacco

does for the mind?

It does more than all the coke, shrooms,

weed, crack and LSD could ever do.

It releases

the royal endorphins in the cranium.

Excuse me, what's a royal endorphin?

Royal endorphins are like the queen bee of endorphins.

They rule the mind and dictate nothing

but good vibes to the body.

Well, I don't feel them, and I still hate myself.

You still hate yourself?

Mickey, Mickey, Mickey, what is hate?

Is hate not just love

dressed in a black suit?

Huh, guys?

Hate means never having to say, "I love you."

Ooh, I like that.

Jesus, what kind of man thinks of

planting drugs in his wife's car?

You have drugs?

No, I could destroy my kids' lives just for revenge.

What the hell does that make me, a piece of shit?

Yeah, it would appear you are.

But you have to flush the old Mickey away.

Yeah. Rediscover the man who made

some of the best goddamn songs I ever smoked a spleef to.

Ladies and gentlemen, boys and girls,

lovers and friends,

the next time I see you,

I want you...

to bring your inner animal.

You with me?

Breathe deep.

Exhale, and I love you all.

Oh, you're the kid

who cracked that douche bag, Kevin.

-I guess. -That shit's crazy, man.

Nice work, bro.

Oh, hey, Eric.

Want to hear some beats?

Why would I want to do that?

-Well, I just thought-- -Look,

I heard about your drawings, man.

Not cool.

People think I'm gay. They think we're lovers.

-Are we lovers? -No.

Not at all.

Okay.

Let's bounce.

That kid's such a loser.

Weirdo!

Okay, can I hear something?

Sure. What do you want to hear, man?

Whatever you feel excites you the most,

as long as it's great.

Thank you, darlings.

Can we have the room?

No. The boys stay.

Fine.

What is this, Mickey?

Am I paying hundreds of thousands of dollars

for whatever this is?

He calls it a work in progress.

You want me to stop calling you darling, darling?

These boys are working their asses off for you.

You have three weeks to deliver me an album.

You're fucking kidding, right?

We're in the middle of writing songs.

Trying to find a sound that works.

Then I suggest you find it quickly.

Three weeks to blow my mind, from shutting it all down.

Bye-bye, darlings.

I told you to bring a rapper in.

You know, there was a very sexy lady

hanging around outside.

She kindly gave me her number,

if, uh, I gave you this.

Hope it's not bad news, Mickey.

Divorce papers.

Fuck!

Yeah, well, first it was a restraining order,

then she's sleeping with Stable Boy,

now it's divorce papers.

It's the next logical step, Mickey.

She did ask you for a divorce.

This is just tangible proof of that.

Okay, I found out who her lawyer is.

He's a pirate named Bill Stabile.

So, he's asked the court for a lean

on your bank accounts, property holdings, tax records.

So I suggest you get your finances in order

before he gets his hands on 'em.

Should also consider your lifestyle

and your sleeping arrangements, okay?

I mean, staying in a suite at a five-star hotel

doesn't look good right now.

I've worked my whole life to get where I am,

and I can't stay in a damn hotel, why?

Because it makes me look what, indulgent?

She's right.

Whoever she is.

Okay.

Now that the pennies are being counted,

you'll have to start making support payments.

I ran some preliminary numbers,

and the figure is going to be

somewhere in the region of about $10,000 a month.

What? Ten grand a month?

Listen to me, Mickey.

In light of the divorce papers, we need to give a judge

every opportunity to start looking at you

in a favorable light.

A favorable light?

Now I need to be a favorable light.

Anybody know what that looks like?

To a favorable light!

How much longer, Mr. F?

Keep going, kid. You're doing great.

Gotta master the calm before the song.

Right?

You don't want those waves eating you up, do you?

-No, sir. -All right, attaboy.

I went by your place.

Some surfer dude said you moved in here.

Yeah, Thomas' mom wanted more one-on-one.

With the kid.

She very kindly offered me a room here

at this palace while they're in Hawaii.

Aloha.

So when do I get another one-on-one lesson, Bobby?

Hey, I'm cooking here!

Can you believe this? I'm not a machine.

Good times need good carbs.

Tennis.

Hey, what about me, Mr. Ferrera?

Cody Ferrara's a faggot!

Cody Ferrara's a faggot!

Are we lovers?

Somebody fucking help me!

Help me!

What the fuck with me!

I was in.

Well, I guess divorce papers are logical.

Now you sound like my lawyer, dude.

She says I have to start paying ten grand a month's support.

That's totally outrageous.

Yeah, no shit.

Need a place to camp till this all blows over?

Something like that.

-All right. -What's so funny?

Pop's golden boy finally needs a little help

from his little brother.

I'm playing. Mi casa, su casa.

Bobby, this isn't your fucking house.

Oh, yeah.

-Shit. -Now what? What's that?

It's Sof.

-Cody's run off. -What?

Shit.

-Hey, I'll go with you! -No, you stay here!

In this stranger's house!

This is as far as I can go.

Mickey, this is about our son.

Please. Just come inside.

We don't know where he went.

He left his phone.

Don't worry, honey. I will find him.

Looks like you caught something.

Not yet.

You got your mom and sister all worried about you.

It's quite a statement, leaving your phone at home.

Tearing up all your drawings.

-You were inside the house? -Yeah.

Your mom doesn't care about that stuff right now.

The most important thing to her is you and Jen.

Is that why she's fucking Brian?

Don't talk about your mother that way.

I'm sorry.

I'm just so pissed at her.

It's, like, everything was fine.

And then everything changes overnight.

And it's all this shit with you, and I just-- I don't know--

This is life, son.

People do things for a million reasons.

It's just human nature.

What does that mean?

Well, I'm no Greek philosopher, but--

you can't expect people to do

what you want them to do all the time.

Everybody has feelings and emotions,

that sometimes they can't control.

Does that make any sense to you?

Can I ask you a question?

Anytime.

Do you think there's something wrong with me?

Of course not.

Then why do I have all these thoughts in my head?

Look, you went through some troubled times

for whatever reason, and came through it

because you chose to.

That's strength of character.

We all have dark moments in our lives

that make or break us.

What's going on?

Well there's this kid at school.

The one from the drawings?

I started to like him a lot.

It's stupid.

What are you saying, son?

I think--

I think--

-I think I might be-- -What?

-What? What's going on? -I think I might be gay!

I love you.

That must have been really hard to tell your old man this.

I don't know if I am.

Or if I'm not.

I don't know, but that's okay, right, Dad?

Of course it's okay.

-It's okay, right? -Yes, it's okay.

I had this friend in high school.

He was a year older than me.

Real good looking dude. Great football player.

All the girls liked him.

We were both big Rolling Stones fans.

Every time they released an album,

I would buy it and we'd hang out at mine or his.

I even taught him how to play guitar.

But I was a little confused, to be honest.

I mean, I didn't know if I was attracted to him

because he was so popular,

or just because I liked him.

Anyway, he moved away. I started dating girls.

But we all have our moments.

Sometimes they're fleeting.

And some last a lifetime.

Have you told your mom?

No.

I figured I'd tell you first.

That's why I'm here.

I remember you used to take me here all the time as a kid.

So what's next?

I don't know.

You think there's someone I should talk to?

Like a shrink?

Hell no. Stay away from those guys.

Trust me, I'm speaking from experience.

But you know what?

I think I know exactly who we need to talk to.

What the fuck?

Welcome!

Listen, sweetie, you've got one hell of a father right there

to embrace your deepest feelings.

I wish I had that kind of dad when I was growing up.

Why? W-- what happened to you?

Well, I'm from Texas,

and my daddy was straight out of Dallas.

JR type.

Before your time.

Anywho, he was a real brute of a man.

I didn't have the balls to tell him how I felt inside.

But, I guess getting caught

wearing Mama's Sunday heels may have let the cat out.

So how'd you know?

Like, how'd you know you were gay?

I didn't.

There's no playbook, sweetie.

Not for that kind of inner turmoil.

You just gotta go with the flow until you know.

And trust me, you will know.

And if you're not,

well, then you can take this moment

and use it to help someone down the line.

Who doesn't have anyone to talk to.

Are you happy?

That is probably one of the best questions

anyone's ever asked of the Magi in a long time.

But the answer is yes,

because I've lived the alternative.

Life is a moment, young man.

Don't you dare be scared to live it on your own terms.

You hear me?

Yeah.

What's that?

Every time I have a moment of darkness,

I hold this up and I imagine I've unlocked my heart

and let the darkness fly.

Stay in the sunshine, Cody.

That's where you belong.

Spread the love.

Spread the love.

So what's next?

I don't know. We wait.

Should we get him a hooker?

No, we're not getting him a hooker.

-How about you? -What about me?

You need to open up the valves, bro.

You're all seized up.

What are you suggesting?

I got the perfect place for that.

Come on.

I can't believe I let you bring me here.

What if Sof's lawyer hired a PI to follow me?

Well, if he's in here,

he'll have long forgotten you exist by now.

-Wow. -Hello, Bobby.

- What a time. - Oh, wow.

- Wow. My-- Ramona. - How are you?

I'm good. How are you?

I'm good, baby. How are you?

Yeah. I've been working on my career.

Oh, yeah?

Hey, meet my big brother, Mickey.

He's a big-time famous record producer.

-Sit down. -Oh, really?

- Oh, yeah. - You're cute.

-Is this a wig? -No, it's not a wig.

You want a dance, honey?

You're the Antichrist.

Nah, I'm just a loving, caring brother.

Hello?

Uncle Bobby, have you seen Dad?

Hello?

Uncle Bobby, are you in here?

Fuck.

I think maybe Dad took

Lucy the Magi's "spread the love"

a little too literal.

Dad?

Dad!

That was disgusting!

Are you kidding me? How am I supposed to unsee that?

How are we supposed to unsee that?

Look, I'm sorry. I made a big mistake.

A big mistake? Yeah, it was a big mistake!

Are you kidding?

While you're in there having an orgy

in Uncle Bobby's trailer,

Mom's off buying Brian a Porsche,

and I'm over here losing my fucking mind!

- Jennifer. - No, don't-- Don't touch me!

You are disgusting to me right now!

You disgust me! Do you hear that?

Your mom bought Brian a new Porsche?

Yeah, she bought Brian a Porsche.

And take this, she's not even throwing Jen a birthday party.

As if Jen even gives a shit about a birthday party.

Do you even give a shit?

Nice dye job, Sofia Ferrera,

but I don't believe the carpet matches the drapes.

Oh, and the facelift, tight as a drum, eh?

You know damn well I don't have a facelift.

That's what happens when you get all googly-eyed

over someone 15 years your junior at a bar.

You're not supposed to be here!

I'm more than 100 feet away, count it off,

just don't get hit by a bus doing it.

Oh, and I heard what you bought your boyfriend.

You can buy him a Porsche,

but you can't throw a birthday party for your own daughter.

I never bought anybody a new Porsche!

What do you want, Mickey? What do you want?

I want my family back!

But I'll settle for Jennifer's birthday party.

You honestly think I'd let our own daughter down?

You know me better than that.

What if you started with a guitar solo?

Guitar solo?

Uh, I did something that might work.

Check it out.

Awesome! Love it, yeah!

I mean, you guys realize that no one does

flashy guitar solos anymore, right?

You ever heard of Eddie Van Halen?

-Isn't he dead? -Whoa, whoa, boss, boss!

No, no, no, no, no, no!

Eddie Van Halen's guitar solos will go on forever,

while you'll be a passing memory as the prick with the vape.

You realize I could shut you down today, right?

Then do it! I fucking dare you!

Piece of shit!

Come on, Bobby, you said the kids' parents

aren't back for another month.

Bro, if they find out I'm using their house

to party like that, I'm fucked!

Ever heard of bribery? Take Thomas out on the waves.

After that, you'll be his hero.

Plus, think of all the girls you can invite

to hang around this big, sexy pool in their bikinis.

"Dear Jen.

Please forgive me."

"Please forgive me.

I love you.

Mom."

- Hi Uncle Bobby! - Jen!

Oh, so good you're here, beautiful!

Yeah, thank you for letting us have the party here.

Anything for you. Your my favorite niece!

I'm her best friend!

-Lacey! -Oh, yeah, sure.

Oh, your dad called from the studio.

He's running late, okay? He's on his way.

- Really? - Yeah.

Okay, I thought he was going to miss the whole thing.

No, he wouldn't miss this. Come on, go dance.

Mickey!

Yo. Hey.

Look, bro.

I know you're going through some heavy shit.

Why don't we just call it a day?

Wait a fucking second.

We're going to make a great album.

Listen to me. Listen to me.

We are going to make a great album, all right?

Trust me, Emerson.

Trust in the love.

I don't know, bro.

Listen to me.

I gotta get this.

- What's going on? - I think someone OD'd.

What? Jennifer!

-Cody! -Dad!

What happened?

My friend, she OD'd. She took Molly.

- Sorry. - Let me keep moving, sir.

Where's your Uncle Bobby?

He's at the back of the house.

Bobby!

What the fuck happened, Bobby?

I should have known kids bring drugs to a pool party.

How'd I miss that one?

You were in charge, Bobby,

and you screwed up like always!

I know.

Who's in charge?

I guess I am.

Because there are minors drinking alcohol.

-Did you provide it? -No, officer.

He just got here, bro.

Doesn't matter.

Put your hands behind your back.

-What? -Mm-hmm.

Hey, why are you taking my dad?

He didn't do anything!

He didn't do anything! Why are you taking him?

Dad, I'm-- I'm really sorry.

It's alright, sweetie.

Bobby, make sure they get home.

And shut this damn shitstorm down.

Yeah, yeah.

Alright, you heard the man.

Everybody, get out.

Just when it looked like

we had all forgotten our troubles for a moment...

that's when fate knocked on the door

to remind us about real life.

In light of the respondent's behavior,

including a DUI and public displays of anger.

And considering the respondent neglected both his parental

and custodial duties on the day in question,

I find I have no choice at this time

but to award complete and sole custody

of the children to the petitioner.

If the respondent wants to be a parent again

in his children's lives,

he will have to enroll in anger management counseling.

And after attending the anger management counseling,

the court will decide whether or not

you are to see your children again.

See my kids again? What does that mean?

It means, Mr. Ferrera,

that you are not to go within 100 feet

of your children without supervision.

And, that you shall not have any contact with them

until the court has decided

that they can be safe in your company.

This case is dismissed.

A hundred feet from my kids. I hope you're happy!

Get your hands off me!

Mickey! Sit down, sit down.

I'm fine.

I just spoke to the judge.

You are so lucky that she's not going to

hold you in contempt of court.

-Are you okay? -Am I okay?

I can't see my kids unless it's supervised.

Meanwhile, I'm paying my wife $10k a month

so she can buy her boyfriend a new car.

You can see your kids, Mickey.

You just have to follow the court's rules.

Could my life get any worse?

What do I do now?

I think you know.

Oh, great.

He wants me to get in touch with my inner animal.

How long do I have to do this?

Until your brain juice settles

and your melon is calm.

You all brought your inner animals.

I see that. I appreciate that.

Now, Angus, Panda, what's your problem?

Sometimes I dread going home.

Why? Is your apartment too small?

No, going home to my parents, in Washington State.

They hate me.

Because I'm an artist?

They're bankers.

I like bankers.

Can I stop now? My melon's tired.

Sit.

Where are you going, Angus?

Sometimes I think about killing them

and using their blood

-to paint my canvas. -Hmm.

Jesus Christ.

I'm kidding. They're already dead.

My brother killed them.

This is nuts.

Stoned hippies, serial killers.

God knows why she's here.

I like cigars.

I'm here because I tried to castrate someone.

Of course, I didn't succeed.

We're friends now.

He asked me out on a date.

That's it. I'm done.

Mickey.

This is only the first step.

Yeah, well, zoom me the rest.

Oh, Mickey.

Yeah?

You haven't been drinking, right?

No, Kristen.

And you haven't beaten up anyone lately, have you?

I want my family back!

Damn it. Piece of shit.

Not today.

Look, Jonathan thinks

you've made just a great breakthrough.

Uh, you know, just by talking with such honesty...

...it's a really good start, Mickey.

Who the fuck is Jonathan?

Your shrink.

Oh you mean the guy made me look like a zebra?

I'll see you at the mediation.

Don't be late.

Oh, fuck.

What's up, Frosty?

I let you down.

I should have kept my eye on things.

I didn't, and I screwed up.

I'm really sorry, man.

Where the hell did you get a suit?

Turns out one of my students' husbands is about the same size.

I gotta return it before he gets back from New York.

And it didn't come with shoes.

Thanks for being here, my brother.

]

Seth, what's up?

Shit!

I'll be right there. And Seth, don't let him leave.

I got an emergency.

I need you to head over to the mediation.

And do what?

Stall them.

Aww, fuck.

Sofia! Sofia!

Sofia!

Everyone's a fool at some time in their lives, honey.

Let's go.

Sofia!

Sofia!

What's going on, guys?

Emerson just left the band.

That's what's going on, buddy.

What? Why?

It's been a long time coming, bro.

Come on, brother. Not today.

This is just not working for me anymore.

We're washed up, man.

There goes 20 years, man.

Look, my kid made these beats. You gotta listen to them.

We can blend these with your sound and make this work.

-I'm telling you. -Mick, Mick, Mick.

It's just a bunch of noise, bro.

It's not about the sound or the beats.

We just lost the juice.

Sorry, boss. We're done.

Fuck.

Hey, Mickey.

For what it's worth, I like the beats.

Lord Byron was considered to be the preeminent romantic poet

who lived a life of debauchery and sexual ambiguity.

-So what do you think about it? -Hey, butt boy.

How's your sexual ambiguity?

-Alex laughs] -I heard you and Eric broke up.

You gonna write a poem about it?

Aw.

Did-- did you ever try to kill yourself

because of the boy you love?

Whoa.

Fuck this!

Fuck!

And then, sometimes the demons win.

Fuck!

And you're left with one choice.

Fall into the abyss.

There's a kid on the roof!

It's not looking good for your client, Kristen.

- Oh! - Bobby?

Hey Sof. What's up?

Where's Mickey?

And where are your shoes?

Shoes interrupt our connection to the earth.

Mick's, uh, had a bit of an emergency.

It's not a big deal. He'll be here in a minute.

I'm just gonna sit in for him.

So, uh, you're the beach bum, right?

You've been talking to your wife, right?

Come on, let's do this.

Cody! Cody!

You happy?

Put your damn phone away!

Cody, I'm coming up there!

Don't try and stop me!

I'm sorry, Mr. Ferrera, you're not allowed.

Going up on the roof is against school rules.

Fuck your rules. That's my son up there.

Uh, Mrs. Ferrera would like all the artwork

and the vacation home in Amsterdam.

Are you serious, bro?

My brother built that houseboat with his own hands.

Your Honor, he built an entire houseboat with his bare hands.

-Wow. -Bro, you don't have to get

all literal about it, all right?

He drew the plans.

I never asked for the houseboat.

Yeah, it's on the list of properties.

You drafted this yourself, Sofia.

I wasn't thinking straight.

Yeah, you got that right, Sof.

Sofia.

Wait, wait. Where do you think you're going?

Don't, Bobby!

Everything that happened here, I didn't mean for any of this.

-Then why did you do it? -Fear.

I did everything out of fear.

-Fear? -Yeah.

Including the affair?

He saw me.

He noticed when I got my hair done.

He could tell when I was wearing perfume.

We would sit down and have a meal together.

When is the last time I had a meal with your brother, huh?

He's busy locked in his studio for 15 hours a day!

You think I give a shit?

And he comes home with fancy bags from his trips for me.

Big fucking deal.

He's married to his work.

He does it for you.

Yeah?

Well, it sure is working, isn't it?

I met him...

when he was different.

I was different.

I'm a human being.

I need my husband back.

I miss my husband.

I miss Mick.

What's that?

I gotta go.

Where are you going?

Hey, buddy, it's dad. I'm right here.

I'm coming closer, okay?

Do you want to step down from there?

We'll talk about whatever it is that's bothering you.

You can't fix it.

You tried, Dad, but I just don't fit in.

I never will.

Who said you had to fit in?

You know how many people go through life

never discovering what's really going on inside them?

I don't care about other people.

I just don't want to be made fun of anymore!

People will be cruel when they don't understand something.

It's not your fault. It's their weakness, not yours.

I hate people!

Cody!

Cody!

Cody!

- Mom? - Cody!

Mom?

Mom!

Cody, please don't do this!

Please don't do this!

Cody.

Look at all that love around you.

It's like that drawing of yours,

the one of the boy in the sky

and the angels fighting over him to protect him.

You understood that?

Of course I did.

I'm your dad.

You got so much going for you.

You know what?

-Listen to this. -No.

Listen to this!

Please. Cody please.

These are your beats.

You came up with them.

I played them for the band and they loved them.

And I'm going to use them in a song.

And I think it's going to be a hit.

But more importantly, you took your pain

and you put it into something positive.

That's what artists do.

That's what you do.

You said it was just noise.

Yeah, well, I was wrong.

And I'm going to use them.

But I can't do it without your help.

So what do you say?

Want to help save your old man's career?

I got you, I got you.

I can't really breathe.

Yes, you can.

No.

He's some guy, that brother of mine.

Hey.

I don't want Jennifer quitting something she loves so much.

She's not going to quit riding.

She's learned a lot from you recently.

About love.

We all have.

You can have it all, Sof.

I don't want anything.

All I want is to see my kids and to be there for them.

I felt I was losing you.

That we were losing each other. And I wanted to hurt you.

Because you haven't been there for me.

You wanted to hurt me for working.

So you had an affair?

Yes. No, I mean--

I missed the way you would look at me.

I was afraid that we were drifting apart.

I felt unwanted.

Yes, I had an affair.

It was... a mistake

that I thought would fix everything.

Of course, I was wrong.

I lied to myself.

And I lied to you.

And you have every right to hate me for that.

But when I saw you with Cody today,

I realized what I'd lost.

I should be the one to go.

You stay here with the kids.

No more lawyers.

No more mediators.

No more pain.

Sof?

There's the look.

You want to take the kids for something to eat?

Emerson.

Mick, I just wrote a monster, bro.

And you did it.

You gave me the line, man.

Trust in--

You just hung up on him.

You really bought him a Porsche?

No, I just cosigned.

I had to stop him suing you for breaking his nose.

You tell anybody, you'd lose a friend.

Why'd you do that?

If I didn't, I'd always wonder.

Huh. Makes sense.

Anyone ever I told you that body of yours was built for surfing?

As you can see, we're a family again.

The band got better with a little help from me.

My sister went back to riding her horse

and Uncle Bobby, well...

...he stayed the exact same, which is cool.

And as for Dad, he's one of a kind.

Yeah, he's definitely one of a kind.