All language subtitles for Sorry For Your Loss (2018) 720p

(soft music)

♪ Just as clear
as the spots on the sun ♪

♪ We are wired to be one ♪

♪ And my heart... ♪

(background chatter,
indistinct PA announcement)

(phone chiming)

(phone ringing)

- Yeah?

- Hey, did you get my text?

- Uh, I did.

Essentials, is that okay?

(woman sighing on the phone)
- Anything's fine.

- Okay, perfect.
- Actually, no. Get, um...

Promise Ultra.
Promise Ultra.

- Uh...

Okay.

(sighing) You know,
they say it's normal,

But I've had some crap
come out of my vag'.

That's some real sci-fi shit.

- Are you trying to get me aroused? Because
if you are, erection accomplished.

- Hmm... sexy.

- How is he?
- Almost out.

Dear Jesus, let him be out.
(sighing)

(phone chiming) Oh, hang on.
- Yeah, yeah.

Oh... what did she say?

Purpose... promise!

- Ken?
- Yeah.

- That was your mom.

It's your dad.

- Why would my mom be...

(rock music)

Okay, Mom.
Alright, me too.

Bye.

- Did she say what happened?

(sighing)

- Yeah, he has a... aneurysm.

(sighing)

- Ah!
- Oh, sorry.

(moaning)
Boobs.

- Do aneurysms hurt?

- I have no idea.

- You didn't pump?

- I fell asleep with the milker in
my hand like some narcoleptic cow.

- That was my band's name
in high school.

The Narcoleptic Cows.

- I know you didn't talk much.
(sniffing)

(Ken scoffing)

- Or ever.

(moaning)

You think I should go?

- To your dad's funeral?

Your... your dad's funeral.

- I know, but I mean, it's a
last-minute plane ticket and--

- Who gives a fuck? It's your
dad! It's your dad's funeral!

Yeah, you have to go!
What are you, dead inside?!

(sobbing)

- Oh, hey, hey, hey...

It's alright.

- It's these fucking hormones.

Is your mom gonna go?
- Um...

I don't know. She doesn't
really go anywhere.

- Promise me we'll never get
divorced!

- It's a big ask, sweetie.
- Promise me and when I die,

you fucking make our son go to my funeral,
even if I was the worst mom in the world!

- There are a lot of
assumptions there.

- Ken, you listen to me, man!

I'm still as big as the house, and
my boobs feel like cement and--

- Whoa, okay, okay, I promise.
We'll go.

I'll bring my hot new girlfriend and...
you know... what's his name, in the crib?

(sniffling)
- We really have to name him!

Are we like
the worst parents ever?

- Maybe top ten.
(laughing)

- Hey...
- Mm?

- Did you get diapers?

- Did you ask me to get...

What are you doing?

- I don't know.
It's been a while and...

I thought maybe this could,
uh...

...cheer you up.
(zipper opening)

- Oh...

Are you sure?

(grunting)

- There...

- Oh... a little cold.

- Ow, no!
- Sorry. I forgot.

- God, I...

(yawning): ...love your dick.

- Maybe we could, uh...
try something a little more fun.

(baby crying)
- And time.

- Wait, oh...

- Would you please get that, babe?
I have to go swap out my pad.

(baby crying)
- Yeah, on it.

(moaning)

Okay, coming, you little...
cock-blocker.

(indistinct dialogue)

- Ken?!

Listen, about that, um...

Ah, there's the little one!

Right where the corporate screen
saver should be, huh?

- Yeah, I realized I didn't have
any pictures on my desk, so...

- Ah, well, at least, it's not a YouTube
video of the actual birth, am I right?

(chuckling)
- I guess.

- God, you know, I remember
our first...

Up every 15 minutes, couldn't
get any sleep,

the wife and I are at each
other's throats...

- Yeah, I know
what you're saying.

Sometimes, I just...
wanna hop in the car

and drive till my whole life is just
a memory fading in the rearview.

- What the hell is wrong with you?
(scoffing)

Ken, this is a...
family company.

- Right, no, I just thought we
were... uh...

Speaking of families, would it be okay
if I took a couple of personal days?

I have a funeral.
- Oh...

I'm sorry, who?
- Uh, my dad.

- Bring it in here. Come on.
- What?

- Come here. Come on!
- Okay...

(grunting)
Okay.

- What happened?
- Um... it's an aneurysm.

(sighing)
- Those are awful.

- Yeah, I've heard they're-- - So
when do you think you'll be back?

- Um... I can probably be back
by Monday?

- Oh, well, at least, you're not gonna miss
the wine and liquor convention, right?

(chuckling)

God, doesn't it seem like we
just had WIZDIC the other day?

Hey, listen, how's that
PowerPoint coming?

- Good, good, good. I thought
I'd just finish it on the plane.

- No, no, no. You are going to
grieve on the plane.

- Right.
- Of course, we do need it, so...

- Yeah. Do we need it, though?
Just...

because, I feel like I...
I do one every year.

And it seems like the client
never actually looks at it.

(chuckling) - And the one
time you leave your house

without your spare tire... - Is the
time you get a flat. (clicking fingers)

- Alright.

- So look, do we send flowers

or is there some kind of
aneurysm fun run?

- The flowers works.

I'll see you in two whole days.

- Hey, and I sent you that list
of names, just so you have it.

- Alright.
- Oh, my God!

You're finally throwing him
out!?

- He's just going on a trip and I'm
seeing him off 1950's housewife style.

- Well, when the husband's
away...

What time should I come over?
- Any time is a good time.

- Okay...
- You better hurry home, Daddy.

- Alright, try to get some sleep
on the plane.

(taxi honking)
- I should go.

- Okay.
- Love you.

- Um, hello!

Dad?

It's fine. He's not yours
anyway! So...

- Hi, are you here for Ken?

(soft rock music)

♪ A darker gray is breaking
through a lighter one ♪

♪ A thousand sharpened elbows
in the underground ♪

♪ That hollowed hurried sound
of feet on polished floor ♪

♪ And in the dollar store ♪

♪ The clerk is closing up ♪

♪ And counting loonies trying
not to say ♪

♪ I hate Winnipeg ♪

- Are you sure you're doing
okay?

- Yes, you don't have to ask me
that anymore.

It's not like you can miss something
that was never there in the first place.

- Don't start.
- I'm not starting.

- I did the best I could.
- I wasn't talking about you.

- I worked incredibly hard to give you a
good, normal home. Don't be so sensitive.

- I'm not being sensitive.

- You're being defensive.

So, how are the bar plans going?

- Gastropub, watch out.

Uh... kind of on hold.
I had a space picked out,

but money's a little tight
since the baby came.

- It's a shame your father never
got to meet his grandson.

Dare I hope there's a name?

- Working on it.
- For the love of God!

- Okay, look, it's not like you
come to visit anyway.

- Maybe if I were invited.
- I shouldn't...

(sighing)
How about next month?

- Next month?
It's our busiest time.

- Ah... busiest time in office
management?

- Ah, it's pre-pre tax planning
season.

Plus we have two birthdays
and a retirement.

Can't imagine the mess
I'd come back to.

- Can't imagine.

(talk radio, indistinct)

- Oh!
(honking)

Wow, my ex-husband is dead.

Guess it's my turn next.

- That's a happy thought.

Are you still... seeing that guy
with the thing?

What's his name? Oscar.

- Oscar? No, he and his wife
moved to Florida.

- Huh...
- I'm joking.

He had a stroke.
Everyone's dying.

(tires squealing, car honking) - I
think it might be... - Motherfucker!

So, where's the service?

Or should I guess?

(light music)

- Welcome to Niakwa
Golf and Country.

Would you like to sign
the condolence book?

- Oh, uh... sure.

Who gets this after?

- Uh...

It condoles the family.
Are you related?

- I am, yeah. I'm his son.
- Dude.

- Oh, thanks. It's always nice
to... hear...

- Someone wanted to talk to you.

Mr. Kendall?

- I'm guessing you're Ken?
Andy's son, hi.

Vince Kendall, your dad's attorney
and part of his Friday foursome.

- I guess not anymore, though.

I don't know why I said that.

- Your dad always told me about
your great sense of humour.

- Oh, he did?

- Hey! Why don't we go talk
in the Hazelton room?

Yeah, the Hazelton room, named
after Vic Hazelton,

great, great golfer, but an even greater
alcoholic. And a mean alcoholic.

- Really?
- I was afraid of him.

He once killed a horse
with a 9 iron.

- Well...

So I assume this is about
my dad's will?

- The vultures are three deep at the
bar, passed apps are almost gone.

I swear to God. Half those guys never even
met Andy, but you put a pig in a blanket...

- Ken, Jeff Stedmon. Jeff's the executive
of your dad's will. Jeff, Ken.

- Ken, nice to meet you.

I'm sorry about your dad, but
if I know Andy,

he's trying to dig Jesus for a
50-dollar Nassau as we speak.

(laughing) - He would
do that, wouldn't he?!

"Excuse me, Mr. Christ, but isn't that
a hurricane about to hit India?!"

- Whoop! Classic Andy
foot wedge!

- I have no idea
what's happening.

- You need a drink.
- Uh, I'm okay.

- I wasn't asking.
- Oh...

- Rachel!

Your dad's paying!

Open bar, passed apps, part of
his last will and testament.

- First and last time he ever
bought a round.

- Rachel, can you get Ken here
a little something?

- Yeah, just a light beer.
- Kid, it's a wake.

Bring him one of these,
freshen mine up.

There's a hole in the glass.

- So... shall we get down to it?

- You guys do a lot of this
estate work at the golf course?

- Well, business goes where
business gets done.

That's why so many
Koreans are... Here we go!

This is for you.

- Oh... this is...

- Your dad's ashes.

Gentlemen, I am proud to
present...

Andy Wall's final words.

- It's slower than a ladies'
foursome.

(Vince chuckling)

- My name is Andy Wall, and this
is my last will and testament.

Do I say that? Okay.

I've only one request
of my son,

and that's that he scatter my ashes in the
middle of the field at Investors Stadium.

If he does this, then,
he gets everything.

It's not much, but then,
when my dad passed,

I got shit all, and the
government took most of that.

- That's the feds for you.

- Now, if he doesn't get it
done, well, then,

my estate goes to the club for the
construction of a members-only steam room,

which could have been done
last fiscal,

but Steve London isn't much of an
accountant, so now, it's up to me.

- Boy, do not get him started
on Steve London.

- And it has to be done within
two days of my service.

I don't wanna sit on some
shelf somewhere while my son

slaps his dick around trying
to figure out what's what.

(Jeff and Vince laughing)

Uh, Vince has the details

and Jeff'll make sure it gets done
before the money gets handed over.

Okay, that's it.

Would you... go find that oriental
nurse, you know, the one with the--

- Why did he look like that?
I thought he had an aneurysm?

- Well, the aneurysm was one of the
side effects of the lung cancer.

- Lung cancer?

- And a lifetime of
self-medicating.

- Yeah, we all thought his liver
would go first.

- Yeah, he never even got
to the chemo, you know.

By the time he got his saggy
ass to the doctor,

he was already line seven with a
marshal up his ass.

- Nothing to do but pick up
and head in...

to that 19th hole in the sky.

- Golf terms. (Vince): Golf terms.
(Jeff): Mm-hmm.

- Any questions?

- Well, uh...
- Thanks, Rachel.

- A few, yeah. Um...

- We really don't amount to
much in the end, do we?

- Why would... why would he want his
ashes scattered at Investors Stadium?

- It was his only request.

- That and the open bar!
- And the passed apps.

- And the estate...?

- I'm not allowed to tell you
the amount until it's all done.

- 40 years in sales. God, that
bastard knew how to incentivize.

(Ken): Uh... how would I even...

- Look, we're not gonna
force you.

- No one's got a gun to your head.
- This is not China.

- I read a thing, when the next
generation of this country

is gonna come out the chute
speaking Mandarin.

- Really?
- Listen, I have...

a lot of stuff on my plate
right now, uh...

Could I have a little time
to think about it?

- Of course, absolutely.

Though we should get this show
on the road.

Some mourners have
their T-times.

Not that they'd walk or anything, but
your dad really hated slow play.

- "While we're young!"
- He said that a lot. (chuckling)

- Rest in peace.

Shall we go?
- Yeah.

- Well, I'd like to thank
everyone for coming

to this celebration of life.

The other day, we lost a friend,
a colleague,

and a man who couldn't hit a
7-iron to save his life.

(scattered laughs)

So to that end, we are putting
Andy's name on a plaque,

on the ball washer on Number 9,
Andy's favourite hole.

- Not his favourite!
- Yeah, okay.

- My fondest memory of Andy was
when he hit a wedge off a tree

and it landed in that tiny
hollow where a pipe was broken.

And he wanted to call it...
ground under repair.

But...
(chuckling)

- Serving on the logistics
committee is a thankless task.

But Andy was always good about
stepping up.

(phone chiming)
Oh!

- The specialty ad game is more
than just logos on pens.

And he knew that.

He got that.

- We said, "Andy, that's not
ground under repair.

That's a water hazard!"

- Uh... so when you see the new
compressed air spikes cleaner,

you should know
Andy fought for that.

Also, Spring Fling tickets
are now on sale. Thank you.

- Now, some of you
may know that...

Andy left behind a son.

Ken.

Ken, would you stand for the
people?

And now, Ken's gonna
say a few words.

- Hello.

Uh... I didn't really
prepare anything,

so I'm not sure why I'm looking
through my jacket...

Wow...

Uh, what can I say about my dad?

Well, he...
Oh!

Thank you.

- The apple doesn't fall far
from the tree!

(chuckling)

- Last time I saw him was
at my wedding five years ago.

He flew in late and left early.

Last time I talked to him was
last Christmas.

Yeah, well...
I tried to talk to him.

If you called after 4, you really
never knew what you were gonna get.

(scoffing)

My dad was, uh...

He was...

He worked a lot.

He... must've liked his job.

He always paid his child
support on time. I think.

He loved golf,

probably more than...

anything, really.

I remember...

he used to love
telling this one joke

when I was a kid, over and over.

It was about this golfer who got
home late

and his wife was worried, upset.

And the golfer explained
that on the...

on the course, one of the foursome
had a heart attack and died.

Yeah... Uh...

And the wife says, "Wow, that's
awful."

And then the husband says,
"Yeah, it was terrible.

Just... just terrible.

The rest of the day was just:
Hit your ball, drag Walter.

Hit your ball, drag Walter."

(scattered laughs)

Here's to you, Dad.

I may not have known you well, but...
you brought me into this world,

served on some committees,

and the ninth hole was
your favourite.

One man's legacy. Cheers.

- Thank you, Ken.

Well, there's gonna be a brief
PowerPoint presentation,

and then, in honour of Andy, we can
all go stand in the sand trap.

Rachel, would you grab
the lights?

(country rock music)

♪ There's one pet
I like to pet ♪

♪ And every evening we get set ♪

♪ I stroke it every chance
I get ♪

♪ It's my girl's pussy ♪

♪ Seldom plays and never purrs ♪

♪ And I love the thoughts
it stirs ♪

♪ But I don't mind
because it's hers ♪

♪ It's my girl's pussy ♪

Well, it was quite a speech.

- I don't even know why I came
back for this.

- Yeah, it's a gut-punch
to the nads alright.

Say, how's your mom?
I thought she might come.

- Guy disappears from my life
for 20 years and expects me

just to... grant his final wish.

- You wanna know why he wants his
ashes scattered on the field?

- It's not like he was a fan.

Didn't go to the games.

Didn't go anywhere.

- He had season tickets
before you were born.

- What?
- Yeah, and then,

you came along and...
you know, he just...

He let them go. You know, said it was
just too expensive with a kid and all.

And it broke his heart.

But he never went
to another game. For you.

- Is that true?

(Vince): Hey!

- Your dad came from a
generation that knew

how to sacrifice without
putting it on Facebook.

Hey, everybody, I'm selfie-ing
myself washing oil off an owl.

Give me a thumbs up and
a government grant.

- I hate to rush you, Ken, but I have some
other legal stuff that I should attend to.

- Oh, yeah. Uh...

Listen, I'm... I'm sorry, guys,
but--

- Look, kid, I know how you
feel, but...

trust me, it'll be worth
your while.

- Jeff, the legal terms of Andy's
will quite clearly state--

- The legal terms can lick
my shitter.

You want it done or not?
- Yes I want it done.

And you know what, with no funny stuff--
- Oh, here we go!

Happens every time.
Five drinks in, never fails.

- You know what the odds are
of the same person

winning the three main prizes
at the Spring Fling Raffle lot?

- You know, why don't you
just come out and say it?

Say you think
I rigged the draw.

- If the Boneco 7114
humidifier fits!

(man screaming): Ball!

(ball clanking)
- What the...?

(both): Marty.

- Hey, we're trying to play
through here! Am I right, guys?

- No, that's not right.

- No, we're standing
on a bridge.

- This... this is not part of
the course.

- Can we just rewind a little?
What were you saying there?

- I'm just saying it could go a long way
towards setting up a young family. You know?

Well, unless you want your kid
to end up like Vinnie's.

One felon and
one felon in training.

What? Tell me I'm wrong.

- Look, my oldest is...

...is truly awful.

Even the social worker says so.
- Yeah, lot of good she did.

I'm from the government,
I'm here to help.

- She says that some teens just...
like to show it in public.

There's nothing you can do other
than hope they grow out of it.

Does your kid, uh... unzip his fly
and run through the school yelling:

"I'm the teacher, I'm the teacher!
Learn this! Learn this!"

Does your kid...?
Is that a normal kid thing...

- Well, he's just a baby. So...

- Okay, fine. Tell him.
(Jeff sighing)

But the two-day timeline,
consider that carved in stone!

- Ah...
- Oh, and I will also require

what we call in the law business
evidence of disposal of human remains.

- What do they call it outside
the law business?

- Lots of things.
There's lots of names for it.

- Holy shit! $200,000?!
- I know!

All I have to do is take the ashes and
scatter them on a football field.

- College fund, hello!

- I know, that's what
I was thinking.

Plus, we now can really talk about the other
thing that we were, you know, were gonna do.

- What other thing? The gastropub thing?
That's still on the table?

- Of course,
it's still on the table.

Why would that not
be on the table?

Just because there's
a kid at the table now?

- Okay, easy, Cranky Pants.

I had to put some stuff
on hold too, you know.

(Ken sighing)
- I know. I'm sorry. It's...

you know, still dealing with
a death in the family.

- Hmm. Still milking that,
are we?

- Okay. You realize that there's a
half-naked man behind you holding our baby.

- Yeah. I just needed a break.

- Hmm.

Did his shirt need a break too?

- It's covered in your son's
puke. Not that I mind.

- Hmm. You're lucky that
I am very secure.

- Hmm?

Nothing wrong with looking, is there, Mr.
Clear Browser History?

Hey, um...
wanna see somethin'?

- Yeah, sure, I mean,
is it okay?

Oh!

- Does this look normal to you? 'Cause the
Internet says it is, but I do not think so.

- No, it does not look normal!
What's wrong with you?

(chuckling): Trust me,
it's even worse in person.

- Alright. You know what?
I have to go.

Love you.
- Yeah, you fucking better.

'Cause he's great with our kid
and I bet I can flip him.

(mother chatting on the phone)

You have an appointment with the
team's PR person at 10 a.m. tomorrow.

- Uh, okay.
What did you tell them?

- That you wanted to discuss a
donation...

...which was kind of true.

- Thanks, Mom.

Hey, did you know that Dad used
to have season tickets?

- I did.

- Oh.
- Andy...

- Did I know that?
- Ashes to ashes...

Whoa!
- Whoa, whoa, whoa!

- Oopsie, all good. Easy fix.

- Easy fix!? There's like, what's
equivalent to a foot on the floor now.

- It comes at you faster than
you think, you know.

I hope I'm not all alone
at the end.

- You're not gonna be alone,
Mom.

- My son moved to another city,
my husband is in a plastic bag.

- Ex-husband! Who you hated.

- Who stole the best years of
my life and wore me out,

so nobody else
would ever want me.

"Oh, I got time." You get pregnant
at 19, you do what you have to...

Ah-ha!

These never tear.
- Ah...

Okay, let's move Dad over here.

Let's just...
- There's a lot of him.

- Mm-hmm.
- I feel like a drug dealer.

- So here's something I was
always curious about.

When did you know that you and
Dad weren't gonna work out?

- Why do you ask?

- Uh... just wondering.

- I'd have to say the second day
of our honeymoon.

Do you remember that Popsicle-stick fort
we made when you were in grade school?

It's fun doing activities.

Go on.

(phone alarm ringing)

- You go in the backseat
in there, Dad.

(sighing)

(phone ringing)

Hello.

- Hey, it's Jeff. What number
came up when you got this?

- What... what... my dad's!
What number you think came up?

- Yeah, okay, yeah. Well, he
said I could have his phone.

So I got some roll-over minutes to use up
before I switch the number. Where are you?

- I'm at the Stadium.
- Wow!

Just remember, we need a
picture, evidence or some shit.

And there's a box of stuff
for you at your dad's house.

- Yeah, I'll swing by after.
Probably...

I just realize I don't even know
where he lived.

- I'll send you the address.
I can meet you there.

If you get there first, he keeps the key
under a rusty can by the back door.

- Rusty can. Alright.

- Lady, I know there's no phone
at the tables--

(soft music)

- Hello!

Hi, are you Ken?

- Ah, yes.
- I'm Katherine. Hi.

Your assistant said on the phone
your father recently passed.

I'm so sorry for your loss.
- Thank you.

- Have you considered a contribution in
your father's name to our Foundation?

You know, we can actually put
his name on a brick

on our Wall of Super Fans.

- Well, that's kind of why I'm
here. Now this may sound odd,

but my dad really wanted his
ashes scattered on the field.

- Hmm...
- Your field.

- Hmm...

- That one.

- I totally understand and
we can't do that.

Just health issues for
the players, coaches, staff...

- And I thought of that, so what if,
in addition to a sizeable donation,

I had a professional cleaning
service come in with a...

you know, like a Shop-Vac?
Or something better.

So that I could just, you know,
get a picture with the ashes

being scattered or placed.
- Right.

- And they can vacuum up
everything and...

like we were never here.
- Right, right.

Yeah, no, we can't do that.
It's just... it's club policy.

- Really? Do you really get that
request enough that there's a rule?

- Well, I mean, anything that's not
authorized is considered unauthorized, so...

- Mm-hmm! Right.

So what if this one time...
you just...

authorize something that
was unauthorized?

- I'm not authorized, yeah.

- Could I speak to someone
who is?

- You know, why don't you send
us an email?

Now, is there anything else
I can help you with?

- Well... no.

- All the best. Yeah, again,

sorry for your loss.
- Thank you.

(soft music)

(phone ringing)

Yeah?
- Hey, buddy, it's your boss.

Just wanted to see
how the funeral went.

- It went... about as well as
could be expected.

- Oh, great, awesome.

So, hey, any progress on the
old PP, Senor El Power Pointo?

I hate to ask, but it's...
crazy around here.

We're down a guy,
so it's nuts.

- Uh... I'm working on it.

- Listen, you do what you need
for you first, okay?

Just let me know later today.

- Yeah. Alright.

(soft music)

(metal clanging)

(grunting)

- Hey.
- Oh, shit!

Hey, man.

- What the hell you think
you're doing?

- Uh, yeah. Funny story.
Actually, I was just...

meeting with your PR department.

- Get off the gate, nutjob.
- Yeah, I got you.

Um... If you could just hand me
my... my bag real quick.

- What's in it?

You got a bomb in here?

Is this some alt-right
false flag operation?

- What, no? No flags...

No, no, no, don't open that,
please.

- I think I better get the cops.

- Wait, wait, wait, no!
It's my dad.

It's my dead dad.
It's his ashes.

- Don't play me, kid.
- I'm not playing you.

- How do I know you're just not
some jock-sniffing pervert?

- Well, I mean...

It's kinda hard
to prove a negative.

Is that a big problem around
here? Jock sniffers?

- I've seen some things.

- Huh. - Would you mind
getting off my gate, please?

- Yeah. Yes, absolutely.

Alright, here I go.

Okay.

Just hand me my bag, please.
- Sure.

What's it worth to you?

- How's 20 bucks?

- Deal.
- Alright.

Or... uh...

how about...

I give you everything in my
wallet

if you just take those ashes
and sprinkle them at midfield?

- How much is everything?

- I got...

20... 40... 50...

I can head to an ATM.
- No!

Better off no paper trail.

These guys'll be done in a
couple hours.

I'm already off,
but I'll come back.

- Perfect.

I'll just wait for you here.
- Can't wait.

Security does sweeps,
you'll get us caught.

- Okay, here, here.
Take my card, okay?

Kenneth Wall, that's me.
Here's my phone number, okay?

Take that, if you could text me

a picture of you dumping
the ashes at midfield.

- Sure, yeah.
- Okay?

You got a phone?
- Yeah.

- You know how to text?

Alright, cool. Thanks, man.
- You...

If you want... I should say
something when I dump him?

- Uh... if the mood strikes you.
- I know a poem.

- Cool. That'd be great.

- "Do not stand on my grave
and weep.

I am not there,
I do not sleep.

I'm a thousand winds that blow.

I'm the diamond glints on snow.

I am the sun
on ripened grain.

I am the gentle autumn rain."

- It's beautiful. Thank you.
Alright.

- "When you awaken..."
- Not done yet, okay.

- "...in the morning hush.

I am the swift uplifting rush

of quiet birds in circled
flight.

I am the soft stars
that shine at night.

Do not stand at my grave
and cry.

I am not there; I did not die."

(soft music)

(car beeping)

(creaking)
Hmm...

(whirring)

(phone ringing)

- Hey, buddy!

How's it going?

(whispering):
I'm in my dad's house.

- Why are you whispering?

- I don't know.

Check this out.

- What is that?
- A drill press, I think.

- He wasn't a serial killer,
was he?

- Um, I'm gonna go with...

...maybe.
- That's not funny,

that shit's fucking genetic.

- Oh, found the remote.

- Did someone already clear out
his stuff?

- No, I think this is just

how he lived.

- Wow... it's really...

lonely.

- Creepy.

Holy shit.

What the...
- Wow...

Okay, I guess he had a thing
for planes.

- Apparently.

- And Halloween-themed
carpeting.

What if he had this like,
weird secret fetish that...

Holy shit, Ken, behind you!
- What the fuck?!

- Easy, A-Rod!
The door was open.

- You scared the shit out of me.
Sorry.

Oh, that's my wife, Laurie.

Laurie, this is Jeff, he's
the executor of my dad's will.

- Nice to meet you, pretty lady.
- Hi! Nice to meet you.

Sorry to scream,

I just didn't exp--
(baby crying)

Fuck, Ken. Not again.

- What did I do?

- They really stay filled out
after they pop one, don't they?

I'm talking about her titties.
- Yeah, I got it.

- Here's that box I was telling
you about.

- Yeah.

Native-American man
in a loin cloth.

That's not mine.

Ah...

Sports Illustrated
calendar from 2007.

What's this?
- Your dad was quite an athlete.

- Yeah, this is mine.
From like... 25 years ago.

Peewee division C tournament
champion.

Smallest guy on the team. I, uh...
I scored the winning touchdown.

Interception, free safety,
of course.

Forty-yard run, got tackled at
the one...

fumbled, came up
with the ball... ah!

Rob Seydoff, the biggest guy on the team
fell on my arm, broke it in three places.

Mom never let me play again.
- Wow.

And he kept that souvenir
all these years.

He probably had some fond memories of
you... out there, playing your heart out.

- Yeah, no, he... he missed it.
Last-minute meeting.

- You know, a man's gotta work.

- Last-minute meeting means
he'd get drunk at lunch.

(clattering)

- Anything else you wanna take?
- No, I'm good.

So what's the deal with all
the airplane stuff?

- You didn't know? Your dad
always wanted to be a pilot.

- Really?
- Yeah.

He even took flying lessons
when he was y...

Oh, my God!

Yeah, I guess this was
the next best thing.

You know, I should probably...

I should probably keep these.

You know, I just wouldn't want
the guys at Goodwill getting

the wrong idea about
your old man.

- Knock yourself out.

- You hungry?

(soft lounge music)

- It'll be fine.
- Oh, I don't know.

I'm the executor, I'm supposed to
witness any ash-related activity.

I'll be signing an affidavit.

- Well, it's the only way
it was gonna happen.

- Well, I guess.

- Good food here?
- No, no, terrible.

Your dad's favourite spot.

Ah, looks like someone got their
suspension lifted.

It's a grabby Irish fuck.

Don't get the wrong idea
about your dad.

He wasn't some pervert. Never liked
to sit right up in sniffer's row.

He said:
"Too close ruins the mystery."

- Try watching a kid come out of
there.

- What kind of sick bastard
are you?

- So, uh...

was my dad seeing anyone?

- Yeah, women get to a certain age,
they don't wanna bone anymore.

And your dad was very private
about that kind of thing.

And I prefer women of a certain
vintage,

but given the choice
between nothing and

a young pro with a
kung fu grip...

this is not ideal.

- So, the AA meeting broke
early.

You got 20 minutes left
to the buffet. Get you a drink?

- Oh, thanks, it's a little
early for me.

(both): There's a two-drink
minimum, honey.

- Well, I guess, uh...

- My God!

You look exactly
like this guy I know.

- Yeah, maybe because
it's Andy's kid.

- No, shit.

No fucking shit!

Cindy! Get your tits over here!

- Hey, Velvet, could you, uh... get
me a Bloody Mary and her sister?

- Lunch of champions.

And you?
- Does it have to be alcoholic?

- What are you? A comedian?
- I'll just have a Coke.

- Two Jack and Cokes.

- Some horny boys over here
looking for a little lap love?

- Who does he look like?

(whispering): Who does
he think he looks like?

- Hello.

- It's like a little Andy.

I mean, not what Andy calls
his little Andy, but...

Wow!

- That's his kid.

- Aw...

Hey, I can do
a father-son discount.

Where is the old rascal?

- He's uh... he's gone, honey.

He's dead.

- What?

- Well, that's poopy.

(man): Miss, the check, please!

- I knew he was sick.

I'm so sorry--
- For my loss, yes.

Thank you very much.

- How about a dance
on the house?

I mean, you guys can still tip
if you want.

- I'm okay.
- That'd be swell.

- Oh, yay! I've been so horny
all morning.

- Stroke of luck for me then.

(Jeff moaning)
- Your dad was so great.

- Thank you, very sweet of you.

- She's not just saying that.

When Cindy needed braces, her...

Maggie's son's lawyer -

Friday Maggie,
not pierced Maggie -

when he turned out to be a
total piece of shit,

Andy was the first one
with his wallet out.

- Did you know he invented cutting the pockets
out of the inside of your sweat pants?

- I did not. But no doubt that
he said that.

- Yeah. I mean, even toward
the end, when he couldn't...

express his affection
the way most guys do,

he would still come in here
just to talk.

- Wait a minute.

You knew he was sick
and you didn't tell me?!

- Client-dancer confidentiality,
you taught me that.

- Don't worry about it. I'm his
kid and he didn't even tell me.

It's not like he's... a decent
human being in any way.

- Hey!

Shut your mouth.

- It's okay. It's okay...

- Hey, I'm sorry.

I mean, he wasn't the greatest
guy all the time, but...

you know,
we all have our faults.

- Did you guys...?

- A long time ago.

- Guesstimate for me.

- 20 years...

The 90's are a little fuzzy
for me.

- Before or after my parents
split up?

- Hey, I'm sorry, kid.

I didn't pull the ripcord
on your parents' marriage.

I was just one of the many spots
he landed.

(sighing)
Jesus! He was a charmer.

You know, on our first date, he
bought this little stuffed bear.

God, we got shit-faced and
ended up in a tattoo parlour!

(Ken): Oh, no, no, that's okay.
- That's it.

- Yep, there it is.

- I was a tight piece of ass
back then.

- Oh, yeah, she was.

I saw a VHS evidence tape of her once.
(sniffing)

- Your dad...

He could treat a lady like
a f-ing lady! (crying)

- Aw...

Don't be blue.

- I'm okay.
- He's fine, he's fine.

- No, look at him.
He's all frowny.

- Yeah, that's just the way
my face kind of sits.

- Let's see what you inherited
from your old man.

- Huh?

It's okay, thank you.
I'm sorry.

- I got it, I got it.

Hey, you alright?

You didn't go hair-trigger,
did you?

- This is all some big fucking
joke to you, huh?

Hey, I know what'd be funny,

is if the stripper that used to jerk off
my buddy Andy, jerked off his son too!

Oh, you know
what'd be even better?

Is if that same stripper knew that
he was dying before even I did.

- Technically, you never even
knew he was dying, so--

- No, technically,
he's an asshole.

- A complex asshole.

- A complex asshole
who left my mom for a stripper.

- And who cared about
the juvenile justice system.

- For a stripper's kid.

- You're obsessed with the erotic
arts, aren't you? (phone ringing)

- Hello?

- Son of a bitch!
If you came in town

and didn't tell me,
I'll fucking kill you.

- Cam!

What's up, man? Uh...

Sorry I didn't call you.
I'm here for my dad's funeral.

- Oh... sorry for your loss.

Is that what people say?

- That's about all they say.

How did you...
how did you know I was here?

- Your wife and my wife started
Facebooking after the wedding.

And she just posted some diaper
pick, and blah, blah, blah...

Who gives a shit? Come over
tonight, meet the child.

See how your life will be
boned for the next 18 years.

- Well, as tempting as that sounds, I think I'm
gonna have to catch the red-eye back, so...

- Fuck you, motherfucker.

Come over, I'm texting you
the address, 7 o'clock.

Bring anything and die.
- Alright.

- Also, I'm sorry I said "die".

Later, asshole.

- An old friend.

So...

I guess that's it.

I'll just send you the picture
when I get it.

- I guess so.

- Just contact me...

when the estate settles.

Nice meeting you.

- You too.

- You're going back in?

- We all grieve in our own way,
Ken.

(club music)
We all grieve in our own way.

(sighing)

- 'Cause you'll be the person
that'll be handling this.

I mean, I can't, you know, leave
it up to my-- (door closing)

And there he is!

Lori, I'll be right back.

It rang and I picked up.

- Hello.

- How did it go?
- Uh...

Good, good. I got a guy
dumping him as we speak.

(chuckling)
- You got a guy, huh?

- Yeah, you know. I got... I
found an ash-dumping guy.

- Impressive.

Daddy's coming home! Yay!

(baby cooing)
- Oh, hi! There he is.

(Lori singing
The Circle of Life)

(Ken): Hi! There's my... child.

So, what were you and my mom
talking about?

- Your mom went to some holistic
funeral home

and came back
with a bunch of pamphlets.

I think she's really bored.

- Well...
- So, Lori,

the sandalwood one

is 80% post-consumer fibre.

- Mom, what are you doing?
You're in perfect health.

- I know. But there's nothing
wrong with preparing

for the inevitable transition
into the next realm of existence.

So the super-eco option...
- I think she's talking about Florida.

- ...which seems better than
the mushroom death suit.

Let me show. I'll be right back.
- Nobody likes the mushroom death suit.

(baby cooing)
- 20 minutes of that.

Is she gonna be okay?
- Yeah, yeah.

She'll be fine.

I'll just remove all the sharp
objects before I come home.

- What time does your flight land?
- Uh...

Actually, I'm gonna hop on the
first flight tomorrow morning.

- Tomorrow?
What happened to tonight?

- Well, Cam called.

So I thought I'd, you know,
since I'm here already,

I'd swing by,

maybe get some new dad tips.

- Here's a dad tip, come hang
out with your actual family.

- Okay. Just, can we not...
it's just been a long,

weird, stressful day.

- Oh, it's been stressful
for you?

I'm so sorry to hear that.
No stress over here by the way.

This kid kind of raises himself.

I just leave out some Kibble

and figured I'd check back in
before college.

- So now, we're using the kid
as a weapon?

- No, not until his skull
firms up.

I know you're dealing
with a lot of stuff, Ken,

but I could really use a hand,

and you're off tearing it up
with your homies.

- I'm not tearing it up
with anybody!

I have no homies to tear it up with. I
don't know what you're taking about.

Okay? You said it was fine.
So I came.

(baby crying)
- It's okay. It's alright.

- It's just an extra 12 hours.
You'll be fine. Call Trent

and have him come over
and take his shirt off.

- Yeah. You caught us.
That's why I'm so exhausted.

Just been gay-fucking

his gay brains out all over
our gay fucking apartment.

It's just a peg-a-palooza out here.
- Okay, okay, alright.

- Thank God I rush-ordered
that big, fat strap-on!

- Please,
would you lower your voice!

(baby cooing)
(sighing)

- Well, you know, at least
someone's getting some action.

- It took 16 hours to push

our little bowling ball of love
out of my fucking vagina.

And you wonder
why I'm not in the mood?

- Okay. I regretted that

the moment that I said it, but,
you know, it has been six months.

- You didn't want to fuck
a pregnant lady!

(baby crying)
- Oh, see? Now, he's crying.

It's okay.
- Shh, shh... It's okay.

- It's okay. Sorry.

Do you have to feed him?

- Yeah. But you know what?

Good news, left tit
stopped bleeding today. So...

- Lori, hold...

- So, this one seems
really interesting.

This is the funeral pyre.

The only problem is
it is weather dependent.

- She's gone, mom.
She's not there anymore.

- Sorry for the mess.

- No. It's like
seeing into my future.

- Yeah, well, hopefully, yours isn't
a bile-spewing monster like ours is.

- Yeah.

- Hey, to your dad.
- Yeah.

My dad...

You know, he...

He used to take flying lessons.

- How the fuck
would I know that?

- I don't know.
I just found out that... uh...

he wanted to be a pilot
when he was younger.

- Huh... Why'd he stop?

- Not a hot clue.

- You know, when my grandfather died,
my grandma found all these like,

men's "bodybuilding" magazines.

- Are you serious?
- Yeah.

I'm only here because of
intolerance in the '50s.

- Interesting.
- You never really know anyone.

(birds chirping)

Did you ever open that bar?

- Gastropub.

Brew pub.

I'm still kind of trying
to decide between...

Although they're both so trendy
now. I probably missed the bus.

- Parenthood...

where your plans go to die.

- A hospice for your dreams.

- Palliative care
for your balls.

At least then,
you have an excuse, right?

(whispering):
Oh, it's my neighbour.

Tracey! Come meet one of the
assholes I went to college with!

- You make it sound so tempting.

- This is Ken. Ken, Tracey.
Tracey, Ken.

- Nice to meet you.

- College, huh?

Same sorority?

(fake laughing)
- Oh, enjoy your humour.

Why don't you ask your pimp
if you can come over for a beer?

Rude.

She's not really a hooker, but
she did just get divorced.

- That's too bad.
- Too bad for him.

I heard them a few times.
She's... enthusiastic.

- That's kind of... cliché,
isn't it, the horny divorcee?

- Buddy, all clichés are true.
That's just science.

Anne doesn't really trust her.

(phone chiming) It kind of
makes it hotter for me.

- Hmm.
- What? Good news?

- Uh... Yeah.

It's about my dad's... affairs.

(baby crying)
- Cam, can you help? Sorry, Ken.

- Oh, did he--
- Yeah, yeah.

And then, he--
(makes farting noise)

- Alright, get the thing
and I'll...

Hey. Untouched
by the lips of man.

- Know that feeling.

(grunting) - Here, you
need help there, buddy?

- Yeah, I need help getting
in my own house. Fuck off.

- Geez.

- Oh, children.
- Yeah.

- You got any?
- Uh, one, yeah.

You wanna see a picture?

- I'm good.

Do you mind?

- No, please.
It's your... neighbour's house.

- They occasionally partake.

- Oh, no. Thanks.
I'm married... uh, driving.

- And a little Freudian.

- Yeah.

- I figure weed has prevented more new parents
from killing their spawn than any other drug.

- That sounds about right.

I bet you acid's probably
a parenting non-starter.

Oh, my kid has fangs! Kill it!

Kill it!

- You've never done acid,
have you?

- I have not.

Although I did buy fake ecstasy
at a rave once.

Cleared my sinuses right up.

(chuckling)

(blues music)

♪ I'm just passing through
I've been doing the do ♪

♪ But I really like
some company ♪

♪ So I step to the corner ♪

♪ Where the party's
made to order ♪

♪ Going down
right in front of me ♪

♪ A little smoking
A little drinking ♪

♪ More dazin'
less digging... ♪

(bottles clinking)
(blues music continues)

(laughter)

- ...moment for posterity.
Two college boyfriends.

Yeah!
- Yeah, like old times.

- No, don't.

- Photo-bomb, motherfuckers!

- What? You're ruining our
picture!

- Yeah, she did actually ruin it.
(grunting)

- Did you get it? Hold on, hold
on. Are you okay to drive?

- Yes, I'm okay. I'm brilliant.
Brilliant!

- Brilliant!

- But text us when you get
home. Alright?

- Yes, mom.

- And a big kiss to your wife,

because she is so awesome.
- Aw!

- Yes, she is.

- Now, get off my lawn,
crazy kids.

- Thank you. Thank you.
- Yes, get out.

- Man, I needed this.

- One for the ride.

- Oh...

yeah, I don't know.
- What?

You think I'm trying to pass
you out and date-rape you?

- Everybody knows that rape is
about power and not about sex.

- Oh, God!
- Wait, wait, wait.

Okay, one more would be
perfection.

- Only one more.

Because I wouldn't want
the neighbours to talk...

- Okay, I just should move
my car so they don't worry.

- Oh, look at you,
always thinking of others.

(phone ringing)
- Oh...

Argh...
- What?

- My boss,

passive-aggressive ninja.

- What exactly is it that you do
again?

- Uh... business-to-business
marketing

for a small brewery special...
(fake snoring)

Yeah.

But don't you worry, lady.
I got other plans.

- Why don't you just quit? Now?

(chuckling)
- What?

- Use your largesse to strike
out on your own in the world.

(Ken chuckling)

- Yeah, I'm working on it.

- Wait, what's the word?

Meow!

- It's not that easy.

- I double dog dare you.

- Are you kidding?

There's like, stuff that I've--

- I triple triple... triple
dog dare you.

- Well, now it's fucking on.
That last dog just, you know...

- Just put you over the edge.

(clearing throat)

- Hi, we're not here right now--

- Oh, went straight
to voice mail.

- Scorch the earth,
motherfucker.

(clearing throat)

- Hey, it's Ken.

Wall, uh...

About that PowerPoint,
I'm not gonna...

I'm not gonna get to do it
because...

I quit.
(Tracey gasping)

Yeah.

Uh... I quit. So, uh...

And someone should probably
tell you this, but...

The way you micromanage the entire
business makes everyone hate you

and wastes the company
a ton of money.

And also, stop with the fucking
hugging! Uh... oh, yeah.

And also, an aneurysm is not
a disease,

so you can't have
a fun run for it.

So, alright, uh...

- Yes!
- Oh!

- How does it feel?
- Fuck!

Like I'm gonna throw up?

Do you have any water?

- Yeah.

(sighing)

(Tracey): So how is the wifey
gonna feel about this?

- She can't get any madder
than she already is, so...

Yeah.

Before I left, she asked me
if I was dead inside.

- Are you?

- Uh... I mean...

There's all these feelings

that I am supposed to have
as a new dad.

And I want to feel them.

My wife is actually
a really amazing woman.

- Yet you're sitting here drinking
with a strange woman late at night.

- Yeah.

- You know, Ken, marriage isn't
a "one size fits all" situation.

- Does that mean
I should be a Mormon?

(chuckling)

- Maybe what you need is
a one-off.

And just so you know,
she never has to.

(honking)

(laughing)

- Hey!

- Hey, Jeff.
What are you doing here?

- You know, I called you,
like, 50 times.

I figured some hood rat
must've popped you.

I mean, the crime rate
these days is--

- Actually way down. So--

- So he called my number.
Sounds like karma.

- Or directory assistance.

- Do you realize I haven't seen
Jeff in 20 years?

- Really? So back
to my original question.

- Little wrinkle
with your escape plan, Jacko.

Your janitor friend... is lying.

- So exciting.

It's just like an episode
of Law and Order.

The original one. I don't care
for the sexual assaults.

Anybody wants some wine?
- Does a rabbi work for tips?

Take a look at the grass.
You see what I mean?

- Yeah. Now that it's bigger.

- And the ashes.
- Wrong colour.

Andy was more light gray.
- Your mom has a keen eye.

- Why would he do that?
- Well, that is the question.

What was the particular make
of your janitor?

(Ken and Eve): Make?

- Oh, come on, Mr. PC.

Was he a recent arrival
to our fair country?

Did he have a preponderance
of consonants in his name?

Was he wearing a head covering that was
religious and not decorative in nature?

- Jeff, you're so verbal!

- Yeah, a verbal racist.
Oh, what are we gonna do?

- Well, I'll tell you what...

you call him and you tell him...

I don't know what you tell him.

You tell him you need the box
back for insurance purposes.

Then, we get his locale,
we go pay him a visit.

- Excellent idea.
- Thank you, lady Eve.

- Okay, okay.

I can't think about this right
now. I gotta go to sleep.

Thanks for the info.
We'll figure it out tomorrow.

I'm gonna crash.

- Good night.
- Yeah.

- Okay, well, I guess...

I guess I should mosey.

- Yeah, it's late.

So how's your night vision?
- I get by.

- I bet you do.

- You know, I remember
when we first met,

it was... a wedding at the club.

And Andy pointed you out to me
and I thought: Oh, my God.

That was my best friend's ex-wife.
- Stop.

- You were wearing
that little blue dress

with a button at the top
that just wouldn't stay

buttoned.
(grunting)

Oh!

(phone ringing)

- Hey.
- Good morning, sleepyhead.

- How you doing?

- Amazing.

Your son actually slept
through the night.

- Oh, good.

- Unlike someone
who looks a bit rough.

- Yeah, I didn't get the...

best sleep, so...

- Yeah, did your new friend
Tracey keep you up?

- What?

- Tall, brunette, looks like
a Romanian sex worker.

- Tracey... Oh, Cam's neighbour.

Uh, yeah, she stopped by.
How did you...

- Anne posted a photo
on Facebook.

You look nice and toasty.

- Oh, no, she was...
yeah, she was fun.

It was, I mean, it was
good to see Cam and...

- It looked like fun

and I'm glad you got to...
go out.

Sorry I haven't been
really fun lately.

- No, no. I'm the one
in my own universe.

I was such an asshole.
I'm sorry.

- No. I was a total bitch.
- No, I was the bitch.

I'm a super bitch.
(Lori laughing)

- Speaking of bitches,
your boss called last night

and left a weird message
on our machine.

- Fuck.

I mean... okay.

- Hey, so when's your flight?
- Uh...

(phone ringing)
Hold on one second.

Where are you?

Oh, sweetie,
I gotta get this real quick.

- Sure, sure. If it's my new sister
wife, tell her I said, "Whaddup!"

- Ha-ha-ha. Not funny.

I love you.

- Alright, "shame spiral".
Get some coffee.

- Okay, bye.

Hey, this is Ken.

Yeah.

Yes, the one with the ashes.

Do you have other people
that have ashes?

(cheerful jazz music)

(sighing)

Jeff?

- Hey.

- What...
Didn't you get my text?

We're supposed to meet there.

- Yeah, uh, sorry. Just, uh...

It's kind of a senior moment.
And...

And I came here.

Want to car pool?

- Uh, uh... sure.

- Yeah, great.
Let's go together.

- Weren't you... Were you
wearing that yesterday?

- No.

So you just quit over the phone.

- Yeah, I'm so screwed.

Lori's gonna kill me.

To my defense, there was a lot
of weed and alcohol involved.

- Well, if weed and alcohol
were a defense,

I'd be the CEO of Halliburton
right now.

Don't sweat it, kid. If Andy's ashes
are in there, we'll make it right.

- Oh.

Hey.

Who's the nut?

- Uh, this is my friend, Jeff.

- Hi.
- Nice to meet you.

- Nice to meet you.

20 bucks for my time, eh?
- Yeah.

- Okay, come on in!

- Wow. Nice.

(truck rumbling outside) (loudly):
Yeah, so about that photo you sent...

(janitor, loudly): Yeah,
it's tough to do a selfie

with a dead body, or a bag,
I guess.

- Yeah.

Yeah, I don't think
you'd actually know.

- I don't follow.

- You see, the...

the field in that photo

was the wrong colour.

Astroturf has...

has a certain
blue-ish hue to it.

(dog barking in the distance)
And...

unlike the...

yard of a dog owner,

there's not any brown spots
where the dog...

- Shits.

And the consistency
of the alleged ashes

reminds one of say,
litter of the kitty.

- Man, I'm sorry.

I was gonna do it, but they got
cameras all over the stadium.

- Just tell me you still have
the ashes.

- I actually was gonna just
put them in the yard,

but this is a human being
we're talking about,

a person who lived,
who loved--

- Yeah, who pooped and cried. Yeah,
we get it. Where's our pen salesman?

- My wife and I thought we
should put him in a cemetery.

There's a big tree
by where my Nana's buried.

We go up there
every other week.

- The remains, mop-jockey, Jesus H.
- Sorry, they gotta be here!

- Ask for your money back.

- Yeah, he meant well.

- Well, okay, but it kind of
sets a precedent.

- For what?

Unlawful dumping
of human remains?

- Hey, is your mom always so...

...obsessed with death?
No, that's a new thing.

- I was gonna say "forward".

- What are you talking about?

- Ah, forget it, then.

I just wonder if I need a trip
to the clinic.

- Did you...

Wait, after I...

Did you fuck my mom?

- Hey, I told you, man.
We all grieve in our own way.

- No, I bet very few of us grieve
by sleeping with my mother,

and then, worrying
that they have STDs.

- Ken, cool your jets! I'm not
gonna start calling you "son".

You don't have to buy me a card
on Father's Day.

We're not gonna go
have a catch.

But, by the way, there was very little
sleeping going on, if you follow.

- Got it!

I put the bag in an empty cereal box, but
that's where we normally keep the kitty litter.

So I'm thinking the wife. She's
at work right now, but she's--

- For the love of God, man.

- They're probably outside
in the trash bin.

(uptempo music)

- Hey, Batman and Robin.

You still owe me 20 bucks.

- Hey, hey, wait!

Hey, hey!

Hey! Hey!

Hey, hey!

Stop the truck!

(Ken hitting the floor)
(grunting)

(mumbling in foreign language)

- What the hell is going on?
- Sir!

We need to get into the back of your truck!
- For why?

- There's a baby in there.
- Oh, my God!

- It crawled into a trash bag
and fell asleep.

- Holy shit! Call 9-1-1.

Call 9-1-1. (Ken, grunting): No baby.
There's no baby in there.

- Well, it's a puppy.
A dog baby.

- There's no puppy. It's not
a puppy baby. (panting)

So, this is what a concussion
feels like.

Sir, we just need to get into the back
of your truck to retrieve something.

- This is a storage unit?

For you to retrieve,
there are many regulations.

- Well, was it regulations you
ran down my friend here?

- What are you accusing me of?
- We're not accusing you of anything, sir.

- Ivan, can I call you Ivan?
- Ivan.

- My Slavic friend, you tell me
what I have to do

to put us
in the back of that truck today.

(Ken): You guys see the stars?

- You like that? It won't take us long.
- No.

- Hi! My God, what happened?

- Mom, what are you doing here?
- What?! I don't get a "me" day?

- Yeah, a little bump
on the noggin. He's alright.

- Did you find Andy?

- Oh, yeah.
He's in the corn flake box.

Jeff told the garbage man
about the dead puppies.

So now, we're back
at square uno.

- You think you could keep up this spacey looking,
drooling idiot bit a little while longer?

- I think I have an actual
head injury.

I should probably go
to the hospital.

- Kids, these days.

- Your uncle lost a foot in a combine
accident once. He never made a peep.

- Because maybe that's our play.
There's a saying in the sales game:

A man in a good suit can get
almost anywhere

if he walks with confidence.

- More than anywhere.
- Do you know any gimps?

What, like, otherly gifted.
Hello, anybody home?

- A person with activity limitation
is what we call them at work.

- Okay.
- Like his oldest friend, Cam.

He's been in a wheelchair
his whole life.

- Now, that's the best news
I've heard all day.

- I just want you to know that I know
how incredibly offensive this is.

Just say the word
and I won't do it.

- Good. I'm glad you came
to your senses.

Do you realize
how insensitive this is?

- Yeah, man. I'm sorry.

(laughing)
- I'm just shitting you, man.

Take it, you fucking
wannabe able-ist.

- Are you serious?
- Oh, yeah. No, dude. I love this.

People are terrified
of these things.

I free-rolled into more concerts
than you can imagine. - You have?

- Young Jeezy.
First row.

He was like, "Get on stage!"
I was like,

"Uh, there's no ramp."
But it was like, a nice...

it was nice of him
to invite him.

Look, I got you this.
It might help.

- What is this?
- I'm a fixer, buddy. Solve your problems.

- You're the best.
- That's true.

- I love you. - Alright, man.
Go out there and make me proud.

- Alright, I will.
- Goddamn criminal.

Remember not to move your legs.

- Shit...

- You know, I usually have men bolt
out of my house after the fact.

Not before.

- Yeah. Sorry about that.

- It's okay.

You're a good guy.
There's not a lot of you around.

- Well...

it was 50-50 there
for a second.

- No, it wasn't.

Although,
you would've had a lot of fun.

I do a lot of Cirque du Soleil
kind of stuff.

And I'm seriously good at it.

- Well, that was just mean.

Pop it, Jeff!

No, no, that's okay. I got it.

- God, your mom is so flexible.

- Okay. You ready?
- Almost.

- Hey! What the fuck?

- You gotta trust me.
God is in the details.

Just watch and learn.

Excuse me, young lady,
that is a gorgeous blouse.

Did you know this morning
when you got up

how it would just
make your eyes pop?

- Uh, how can I help you?

- We are here to see John Travis
in special events.

Can you tell him
Reggie Treehorne

and his special friend from
Rolling for the Cure are here?

(whispering): Remember,
you're mute.

- Remember,
it's not Rolling for the Cure.

It's Roll for the Cure.
Look at the fucking T-shirt.

(receptionist): Uh, sorry.
He's still at lunch.

- Oh, did I get the time...

Oh! Yeah, that's my bad.

Uh, well, perhaps
we could wait in his office.

- I can't let you back there.

- You know, I'm just not sure
you want the optics

of a special person
loitering in the...

in the waiting area.
You know what I mean?

- Sir.

- It's a corporate image
kind of thing,

but if you're okay with that,
I'm okay with that.

We'll be right over here.

Now.
- Hmm...?

(grunting loudly)

Oh!
- Is he okay?

- Uh, you know, I don't know.

Oh!

Oh, he may need a bathroom.

(sniffing)
Yeah, yeah, without question.

- The only bathroom we have
is back there.

- You know, that's okay.
I've got wet wipes.

If you could just...
just get his belt for me.

And be careful, you know, you think
adult diapers are full on water-tight,

but I've had some nasty surprises
in my day. Haven't I, pal?

(grunting)

They call him the brown firehose
down at the centre.

It's not because of his dick.
Thank you. (Ken grunting)

We're gonna need
more toilet paper.

- Someone just checked this morning--
- No, damn it, woman.

This is not a drill. We're in
shit-con four. You need to hustle up

a pallet of double ply in a hurry or you're
gonna need to repaint the whole bathroom.

Is that what you want,
to repaint?

Okay.

(sighing)
- You are pretty good at this.

- You should see me
with an angry husband

when I'm nut-to-cheek
with his old lady.

Come on, buddy, you got
all the time you need.

(inspirational music)

(Jeff): And I know
most guys would disagree,

but I found something
incredibly erotic

about control top undergarments.
You know, holding so much back.

But I'm taking about the bustier as a
metaphor for aspirations of the heart.

(Jeff): It's funny when you think about it.
I mean, the more you...

the more you sort of invite
stuff to happen... - I like it.

- ...the more it can happen. Do
you know what I mean? - Sure.

- He's gonna need a seltzer,
I think.

- Alright, bud.

(uplifting music)

(music stops)
(woman sighing)

- Balls.

(sighing)
Security?

(tense music)

(spitting)
(grunting)

(grunting)

- Do I have to get a Hazmat team
out here?

- No.

Like I said,
I'm not a terrorist.

- Prove it. Make him eat some.
- How would that...

I'm not going to eat
my dad's ashes.

- See?
- See what?

That I'm not a necro-cannibal?

- Okay, let's say that's true.

- That would be nice.

- You get why we can't have people throwing
human remains on the playing surface?

Hygiene, workplace
health and safety.

You know, I started here
in high school.

We've had drunks, streakers,

a Morganna the Kissing Bandit
wannabe, but...

never a corpse.

- It was his dying wish.

He, uh...

gave up season tickets
for me and my mom.

- What was your old man's name?

- Andy Wall.

- So a real fan, huh?

- Why else would you want
large men

bleeding and sweating all over
your final resting place?

Why do you have
a picture of my dad?

- I've never seen someone
that drunk run that fast.

We figured he was trying
to piss on the team logo.

To explain why his penis
was exposed.

Although, we were 3 and 15
that year. So...

I get the impulse.

- You gotta be kidding me.

- Your old man
could really hold a grudge.

(knocking on door)

- Well, do we need to evacuate?

- Hmm... I think
we're good here.

(door closing)

Voluntary lifetime ban.

Just like your old man.

Hey, hey.

You want to leave him out in the
parking lot by a sewer grate?

We could turn a blind eye.

- He obviously liked
to tailgate.

- Hey, what hap-- Oh, God!
What?

- He gave up the tickets
for his family, huh?

- Oh, hey! Calm down!

- The one decent thing I thought
he ever did is bullshit.

- Look, he hoped the ashes would maybe
curse the team for the rest of time.

And in his defense, his pain meds
were kicking in pretty good.

You should hear
what I talked him out of.

- Did he tell you to lie to me?
- It was an agreed upon approach.

I mean, if the money didn't hook
you, we had the old heart-strings.

- Does my mom know?
- What?

Don't blame it on your mom. She wanted
you to have one nice memory of your dad.

- See you around, Jeff.

- Hey! Where are you going?
You don't have a job.

You need to do this.

- Yeah, I wouldn't scatter
his ashes for a million dollars.

- Oh, yeah. So you're just gonna let
the golf club build a new steam room.

Look, I can't defend the guy.

But, you know,
I care about the old jackass.

- Yeah, well,
that makes one of us.

- Let me explain something
to you.

Your dad was not proud of some of
the choices he made in his life.

And his biggest regret was
his estrangement from you.

And the afternoon
he told me about it...

I mean, it just broke my heart.

- Fuck you.

- Oh, I gave it a shot.
But fuck what he wants.

And fuck that dumb part of your
ego that wants to spite him.

Fuck your pride
two times on Sunday!

Just fucking be
the better man!

Or 20 years from now,

you can look back on your life,
whatever it is you do,

and you'll be able to say,
"Wow, was I ever a pussy!"

- Yeah, well, at least I'm a pussy
who can provide for his family.

- Or a pussy who drinks himself
to sleep every night

and starts banging
his overweight secretary

just because her muted cries
of ecstasy from the copy room

are the only thing that make him
feel half-alive.

- Well, that was...
was really specific.

- Because that's the way
it always happens.

Your family can't be happy
unless you're happy.

And you, my son, are one
mopey fuck.

So your dad had me lie to you.

You wanted to know more
about him?

Well, maybe that's all
there is to know.

So fucking what?

Life is a series of trade-offs.

And they don't all have
to be bad.

Just...

get this done.

And then,
don't think about him again.

- We were really close,
weren't we?

- Yes!

- You know, right on the field.

- Inches from greatness.

- Inches.
- Inches.

As the ladies always tell me.
I kid. I get the job done.

(plane whizzing by)

(grunting)
Come on!

- What time is it?

Got you.

Oh, fuck.

Uh...

(uptempo music)

(Ken): What time is it?

(Jeff): Society really started
going the wrong way

when they took prayer out of schools.
And then, stopped wearing watches.

(Ken): Can we focus, please?

(Jeff): You really got
15 minutes?

(man on video): If we're
a little bit too sensitive,

you're gonna be
all over the place.

So what you need to do is you need to...
(indistinct)

...so that you're not gonna be
flying all over...

- Alright, I think I got this.
Alright. I need my dad's phone.

- What?
- I need my dad's phone.

I gotta tape it to the plane
so we could live stream it.

- No. I'd really hate to burn
the roll over minutes.

- Give me the phone.

What's Vince's e-mail?
- Littleflatstick69@aol.com

- Okay. Flip that over.

Okay, Dad. Let's go.

Put it right there.

Here, hold this.

Alright, we got power.
Here we go.

There we go. Come on, come on.

Oh!
- You're up, you're up.

- Alright! Come on, baby.
Alright, oh!

We got it.

This is easy.
Wait, wait. It's going around.

- It's coming right at us!
Oh, whoa!

- Alright, come on.

- Just stop moving!
- Alright, I'm not. - Uh-oh!

- There we go.
- Oh! That's a straight line.

That's the whole job.
Right there.

No, you're a natural.

I can see right into
the stadium.

That's it.
You got it, you got it. Look!

- Come on.
- You gotta get higher.

(humming Ride of the Valkyries)

(humming together)

(police siren beeping)
- Uh-oh!

Hold it steady.
- How you doing?

Just making a quick phone call.
- Come on, come on. Faster.

(Ride of the Valkyries playing)

Hold it steady.

- Quick, behind
the serial killer van.

- Hold it steady.

- We're losing it,
we're losing it.

- Slow and steady. I can't see.
- You got it.

- Just need a little more.
(police siren beeping)

- Nice and tight.

(police officer): Drop your weapon!
- Good evening, officer.

Just... not a weapon.
- Drop whatever is in your hand!

- Just a little more time.

- Gonna get down very slowly.
- I'm not gonna ask you again.

- Putting it down.

(whispering): Got it.

(suspenseful music)

(crashing)

- Got it.

Rest in peace, asshole.

- Hands on the van!

- And I tell you, if we weren't
a couple of white guys,

we would've been tased,
beaten and pepper-sprayed.

It's nice to know being a tax-paying citizen
is still good for some in this country.

- Okay. Here we go.

- Even though I lost a friend,
I feel like I gained...

his hot ex-wife.

To leave a woman that's so...

- Don't be gross.
Please don't be gross.

- ...vital.

Juicy. I mean,
which at her age... come on.

- I understand. The more that I ask
you to stop, the more you keep going.

Just like in my mom.
(chuckling)

- What?
- For my grandson.

Your father gave this to me
on our first date.

- That's really... sweet.

- He had his moments.

- Okay, well,
if you'll excuse me.

Your mom's coffee goes
through me

like a welfare mom
through food stamps.

(phone chiming)
- Oh.

Oh, that's my Uber. Okay.

Gotta go.

So I guess I'll see you
when I get back here.

- Oh.

I thought you said I could
come visit you next month.

- What about the...

the office
and the birthdays?

- There's more to life
than just work.

- I would like that.
Bring Jeff if you'd like.

- Oh, don't jump ahead.

We're just friends.

I mean... with the benefit.
Is that how you say it?

- That is how you say it, yes.

- He certainly has some
interesting views.

- Mmm... yeah, you could...

you could help him out.

I always said
you needed a hobby.

- It's kind of nice to be liked.

It's a good reason
to get up in the morning.

- Yeah.

(sighing)
- Go.

- Okay.

Uh, hey, Jeff!
I gotta get going.

(Jeff): Yeah.
I'd come and say goodbye,

but I'm dealing with a real
Cancun omelette in here.

- Okay.

(snoring)

(baby cooing) (Ken, on baby
monitor): It's okay. It's okay.

I'm gonna read you
a little story here.

Fully equipped
2,000 square-foot

with incidental liquor.

Sidewalk cafe patio.

Hear that?

Package good.

Looks good.

Tobacco license.
No smoking for you.

(baby cooing)

This one is 1,100 square-foot

with an 800-square-foot
basement.

C-3 zoned.

Hot location.

- Hot location?

You know, that was my band's
name in high school.

Oh, my God.

Is that a smile? Did it hurt?

- No. But this might.

What would you say

if I told you
that I quit my job?

- I'd say,

do you really think
the fact that what's-his-name's

almost out is gonna keep me
from yelling at you?

- That was the plan.

- Wake me up
when you come to bed.

- You wanna talk about it
tonight?

- No.

I don't want to talk tonight.

(soft music)

- Oh.

Okay. One more story.

Once upon a time...

there was...

this golfer.

And one day, he came home late
from the golf course.

(soft rock music)

♪ Somewhere along the way ♪

♪ I got off on the side roads ♪

♪ Somewhere along the way ♪

♪ I found where my heart goes ♪

♪ Because now I know ♪

♪ Sometimes the path
in front of us is hard to see ♪

♪ Lying in your bed ♪

♪ The worries in your head ♪

♪ If I try maybe
I could be like you ♪

♪ Somewhere along the way ♪

♪ I got off on the side roads ♪

♪ And somewhere along the way ♪

♪ I followed
where my heart goes ♪

♪ Because now I know ♪

♪ Sometimes the path
in front of us is hard to see ♪

♪ I guess I needed
a little faith in me ♪

♪ Somewhere along the way ♪