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Here we go.

Shit.

Okay, there you go.

Fuck.

Oh, well.

Hi, Leif.

You like those so
much, don't you?

Don't growl at me.

I'm giving you stuff.

Want this?

What kind of tricks can you do?

Can you go around?

Ah.

You're too teethy, honey.

Here.

Leif?

Leif, are you there?

Leif?

Leif!

- Hey.
- Hi. Remember me?

Not really, no.

It's Missy. Aunt
Missy, remember?

I was in the spiritual community
with your mother and you

when you were a little boy.

- Okay.
- Wow, you got old.

You know what? Give
me a second, Missy.

- Let me put a shirt on.
- I like your overalls.

So, uh, what can I do for you?

I wanted to let you know,

I wanted to tell you in person,

and I just, uh, wanted to,

more than anything, uh...

your mom died.

I'm sorry.

All right, I'll come down.

She had cancer.
Found it too late

and didn't get any
treatment. No chemo, nothing.

- Oh.
- You know your mom with doctors and stuff.

It just wasn't her thing.

I do have some good
news for you, though.

She left you her cabin.

She left the cabin for me?

- She did, she did.
- No way.

Uh-huh. But there is a catch.

She felt like there
were some things

she still needed to teach you,

but couldn't get ahold of you,

so she did this.

A conditional inheritance.

"I, Suzanne 'Honey' Reinhold
hereby leave my cabin to my son

Leif Reinhold provided he
completes this list of tasks

left for him at the cabin.

Should he not complete
the list, the cabin will be sold

and proceeds donated to the Theodore Payne
Foundation for Wildflowers and Native..."

So there's a list at the cabin?

Yes, yes. And if you
don't do those things...

- Yeah.
- ...you will not get the cabin.

- And this is legal?
- Yeah, it is.

- Unfortunately, you have...
- Okay.

Hey, uh, do you know
what's on the list?

No. I have no idea
what's on this list.

But knowing Honey,
it's gonna be wild.

I can guarantee that.

Right. That makes
sense. That makes sense.

Do you own a gun?

- No. Should I?
- No. You'll be fine. You'll be fine.

So, Honey's dead.

Weird, right?

Yeah. Don't feel bad.
You didn't know her.

I didn't really know
her either, to be honest.

So sad she's dead though, right?

Do you feel sad?

Sometimes I feel
like you understand

every single thing I'm saying,

and other times I just
think you have dog brains.

All right, fuck it. Let's do it.

What do we have to
lose, right? A weird week?

Gorka?

Stop banging on my window!

Gorka?

Gork.

- I need to talk to you.
- What do you need, Leif?

It's about the band and
my schedule. It's important.

Ugh. Not now. I'm busy.

- You're not busy.
- How do you know?

'Cause I can literally see you
with your shirt off laying in bed.

- That's how I know.
- That doesn't mean I'm not busy.

- I'm thinking.
- It kind of means you're not busy.

This is important, Gorka. Can you
please just come out here for a second?

God's sake. Listen,
you're ruining my day.

- I was busy.
- My mother's dead.

Oh, I'm sorry for your loss.

She may be surrounded by angels.

She might be, but I have
some questions about schedule

that I'd like to do now.

- Meet me by the vegetables.
- Why can't we just do it now?

Hey, and don't bring
your asshole dog.

Don't call my dog an
asshole, you asshole.

God damn it!
What's your problem?

Are you okay?

Honest to God, close
your robe a little bit, man.

- I can see everything.
- Fuck, it's so hot.

You know what? Let's
have some wine inside.

Hey, Gorka, let me just ask
you a scheduling question.

- Come inside. Let's have some wine.
- Am I free to leave next week?

Let's have some wine.

- Gorka, can we please?
- One second.

Losing a mother
is a terrible thing.

Something you'll never forget.

It only happens
once in your lifetime.

Yeah, that makes sense.

Hey, can I ask you a
scheduling question just...

Can I say something first?

It's pretty important that
I get this out of the way.

Your mother abandoned you as a
12-year-old boy for a cult, didn't she?

She left you to fend
for yourself, didn't she?

- Correct.
- And then, sure, since you grew up,

she has tried occasionally to come
to see a concert and call you, right?

- She has, yeah.
- To fix your failed relationship.

I don't know that. I
never called her back.

But now she's dead.

But now she's dead.

Well, I do not weep
for that woman.

Fuck that woman. Fuck
this person, this asshole.

I have zero love for that woman
like this, abandoning her child.

- You finished?
- I'm finished.

- Okay, so...
- Not even animals abandon their childs.

Not even cockroaches.
Think about it.

Your mother is worse
than a cockroach.

I don't think cockroaches
raise their kids.

Don't talk to me about cockroaches
because I am very familiar.

They're like a herd. They take care
of each other. They're like elephants.

That is not accurate.

By the way, you're cabin
is full of cockroaches.

- We have to take care of that.
- Can I please ask my question?

Yeah, go ahead.

Can I leave for a little bit
and miss a rehearsal or two?

I gotta go run up to her
cabin up near Yosemite.

- Of course you can.
- Great.

'Cause I don't want to lose the
band. It's a big priority for me.

- No, no, you can go.
- You'll talk to them?

Yeah, I will talk to them, and if
a gig comes up, I'll just call you.

- That was it.
- You woke me up for that?

Well, I woke you up to
tell you my mother died

and ask if I could
leave for a week, yes.

All right. Cheers.

- Cheers.
- To your dead, shitty, asshole mother.

- Cheers, bud.
- Cheers.

That's actually a
really shitty wine, man.

I know.

All right, let's go.

Good girl.

Okay.

Leif, hey!

I was thinking
about it last night

and you shouldn't be
resentful with your mother.

Twice she came to
see you, but you never...

I cannot hear you.

- So maybe you...
- Gorka, I cannot hear you.

...her being a bad mother,
you know what I mean?

You said it yourself.

She tried to apologize, but
you never gave her the chance.

You can't live with
that anger inside.

- You have to forgive.
- Okay, thank you.

Will you do that?
Do you understand?

Cheers, my friend. All the best.

If my mother's one thing,
Nora, it's unpredictable.

This list could be...
it could be anything.

I mean, it could
take us anywhere.

Anything. I could be
taking you literally anywhere

and you don't know.

I wish I had dog
brains half the time.

It would make life easier.

All right, come
on, kid. Come on.

Wow.

What do you think?

Kind of nice.

Looks like she's still painting.

This is where I
got my artistic side.

Nice mustache.

Yeah, nunchucks.

Look at that little shit.

Little bongo man.

Look at that.

Okay, let's share
our last joint.

I don't know.

That was my dog growing
up. He didn't have a name.

Honey believed that
animals shouldn't be named,

but apparently she was
okay with them wearing wigs.

Makes no sense
to me, that woman.

All right.

Honey, what the fuck?

Oh, shit.

Ooh.

Oh, why so many cabinets?

Aah! Jesus.

- Hello?
- Who the fuck is this?

- Excuse me?
- Who the fuck is this?

I'm sorry. Are you
looking for Honey?

No, this is between you
and me now, sugar dick.

You're just a piece of ass,
do you understand that?

Did you just call
me a sugar dick?

Yeah, that's all you are.

You are just a
piece of candy ass.

I'm a... I'm a candy ass?

- Well, thank you for that, sir.
- Yeah, yeah.

Thank you for calling
me a candy ass.

You are nothing
more than a fuck boy!

Fuck boy? Wow. Okay, great.

- You think this is funny?
- Kinda.

All right, well, let's see
how long you're laughing.

I didn't mean to laugh.

It's just I haven't been
called a fuck boy in, well, ever.

Ha-ha-ha. I promise you do not
want to go to war with me, young ass.

- Okay, man, who is this?
- I'm coming for you, fuck boy!

Of course.

I'm too stoned for this.

Yeah, sugar dick
needs to sober up.

Nora, let's go
check out upstairs.

Nora, please. It's too loud.

You awake? Psst.

Can't sleep 'cause
it's a weird new place?

You awake?

Should we just go to the
van, get you some sleep?

Yeah, let's go to
the van for you.

I think you'll be more
comfortable there.

All right.

This is better, huh?

Good night, Nora.

Tomorrow, we do the list, okay?

And we get a cabin.

Hi, Leif. Hi. Hi.

Wow, look at me talking to
you even though I'm dead.

That's trippy, right?

You probably thought you
were finally rid of me, didn't you?

Well, afraid not.

See, energy cannot be destroyed,

so I'm still here
spiritually in this room

watching you watch me.

I'm right there.

I'm right behind you. Boo!

Oh, that was a
good one. I got you.

- Nope.
- I got you, I know. Yeah, I did.

Oh, okay. Well,
this is the deal.

Um, I made this video.

Uh, I'm doing this...

well, I know...

I wasn't the mother
that you wished I'd been.

And I... I didn't fulfill my
motherly responsibilities.

I did not teach you enough
stuff, and now I'm dead.

So, I'm going to make this list

of all the things that are
so important that I know,

and I'm gonna pass it
on to you with this video.

Yeah, so,

face me and say,

"Honey,

I promise that I will do
my best to do this list."

I will do the list, Honey.

I'll try my hardest.

Come on, say it for your mom.

- I'll wait.
- Just did it.

Don't be shy. I can wait.

I can wait all night. I'm
dead. I'm not going anywhere.

Your gaps aren't working.
I did it the first time.

Good boy. Okay.

So, number one is called

express yourself.

Take the envelope
and go into the garage

and get the green boat,
which is pretty heavy.

But, you know, what's
success without a bit of struggle?

And then you open the envelope

and there's more instructions.

That's kind of fun, right?

Good. That's it. Stop the tape.

Are you lingering?
Don't... don't linger.

You have to do
these one at a time.

Please stop the
tape. Stop it, please.

I fucking tried so hard
to get this all set up.

Okay, okay. Shut up.

Oh, my God.

Oh. Oh, is that heavy.

Oh, fuck me.

I hate you, Honey.

Okay.

Okay. Okay.

Let's see what I'm doing.

All right, first.

"Talk about your feelings
about me and my death."

You gotta be kidding me.

I didn't have to
bring a fucking boat

down to the lake for that.

"You hold too much
inside. It's like poison."

Okay. Do you want to know
how I feel about your death?

Nothing.

I know I should
feel sad, but I don't.

I feel nothing.

So, sorry, but, uh,

we didn't know
each other enough.

Watch me.

Good. Then row to the
other side of the lake,

and while you're rowing,

enjoy the water.

Feel its energy.

I did this journey
daily for years.

It was one of my escapes.

In the middle of the lake, I
allowed myself to miss you

and to think about regrets.

You can do it, too, if you want.

I mean, we all
have regrets, Leif.

It's normal.

Now, your next task.

You're looking for a house

that's brown with a green roof.

It's really easy to find.

You can't miss it
unless you're super high.

Okay.

Use the key provided...

...then drop the envelope
marked "C" on the pillow

in the back bedroom,

and then get your
ass out of there.

Easy enough.

"Hey, dipshit! I owe you
nothing, you rat fuck!"

All right, what am I doing?

This is insane. Okay.

All right, let's go.

Fuck!

Congratulations. You did it.

Congrats? I could
have been killed.

You went to the lake and
you expressed yourself

and you took all that toxic
energy and you got rid of it,

because if you don't,
that's gonna kill you.

I am so happy for you.
I am so happy for you.

I'm happy for me,
too. That's great.

In terms of breaking into
the guy's house, okay,

um, well,

I can't say that
that was a lesson.

Uh, honestly, he was just an
ass and it needed to be done,

and you did your mom
a solid, so thank you.

Oh, for fuck's sake.

Okay, so now I can go on to two.

You're gonna like this one.

Love is important.

Now, I've Googled you
and I know that you don't

have a girlfriend
or a boyfriend,

so I want you to call
the one who got away

and say you're sorry.

Oh, you know who that
is. I don't have to tell you.

You know, you hold too
many grudges, sweetheart.

I mean, if somebody hurts
your feelings, you're just...

you just write them off.
They're done, that's it.

Gone.

So go ahead, do it
now. Make the call.

All right. All right. I'll
call an ex-girlfriend.

This one's easy.

I'm definitely not
calling Marnie.

She's insane.

I'm not calling Ayako.

Stephanie's not the
one that got away.

Stephanie's the
one I can't get rid of.

Not Judy, that's for sure.

Could it be Lindsey?
Did Lindsey get away? No.

Lindsey's dad was cool.

We used to go
fishing. He was fun.

Maybe her dad's
the one that got away.

But I guess it could be Audrey.

Yeah, maybe it's Audrey, Nora.

Maybe Audrey got away.

At least she'll be
funny about it, right?

Sorry that, uh...

and then, um, I hope if I...

yeah, that you forgive me

and I don't want
any hard feelings.

So, I just, you know...

I think you're a cool person.

- Hello?
- Hey, is that Audrey?

- Yeah. Who's this?
- Hey, Audrey. It's Leif.

Um, old on a sec.

Hi, I'm sorry. Who
did you say this was?

Oh, yeah, it's Leif.

- Leif.
- Yeah, Leif.

Sorry, is that a name or a word?

Do you not remem...

Audrey, it's Leif Reinhold.

We dated for about three years.

Right, of course.
And when was that?

How many people have
you dated named Leif?

Shoot. You know what?
Here's what we should do.

Why don't you give me your
phone number, I'll write it down,

and then if I can
remember who you are,

I'll just give you a call back.

Uh, yeah, fine.

- It's 323-44...
- Ooh!

You started giving
me your number

because you thought I
couldn't remember you.

Nice. Well done.

- You total asshole.
- You're so dumb, Leif.

Oh, buddy. How are you,
bud? I haven't seen you forever.

Good. You know, apart from the
heart attack you gave me, I'm good.

- How are you?
- Let's see. How am I the last eight years?

- I'm good.
- Let's go with good. Well, good.

- How are you?
- I'm, uh... well, I mean, yeah, good.

besides, um, my...

um, my mother died.

- Huh.
- Yeah, she had cancer, so...

Is that a... is
that a good thing?

Is that a good thing
that my mom died?

No, hold on. I mean, like,
because you didn't really like her.

- You kind of hated her, right?
- No, I didn't kind of hate her.

I just didn't know her.

You guys didn't
really get along.

No, I did not hate my mother.

You kind of had, like, weird
mommy issues with her.

I did not have mommy issues.

I'm so glad I called you.
This has been wonderful.

Okay, so why are you calling me?

Do you need money or
something? I don't have money.

Call the next
person on your list.

I don't need money.

When my mom died,
she left me her cabin,

but she did this
thing that's annoying

but it's a conditional
inheritance.

I have to do this to-do list

she put together
in order to get it.

Wait, so she's like, I love you,

but my love is conditional
on whether or not

you can complete these tasks?

- Yeah, it's exactly that.
- Oof. Okay.

So what are the tasks?

Well, one of the tasks is to...

is to the call the one
that got away and say...

and say sorry.

So why are you calling me?

Oh! Wait a second. Hold on.

Am I the one that
got away, Leif?

I mean, you might be. The
early 2000s are a total blur.

Here's what I do know. I
still have your phone number.

Wow. God.

That is so romantic
and so weird, but...

Good. Well, I'm glad it's nice.

I don't know. I kind of like it.

So how are you
doing with all this?

With the death and everything?

Oh, uh, you know,

honestly, I'm not
feeling much of anything.

I'm... I didn't call you to, you
know... how are you doing?

With your mom's
death? I mean, I'm okay.

I didn't know her
that well either.

No, you asshole. With your life.

In my life. Hmm.

I'm fine.

Fine. Fine. Well, I don't
know, are you married?

Single?

Working?

Traveling with the circus?

My boyfriend
and I just split up,

so I'm dealing
with break-up stuff,

and, you know, break
up stuff is not fun.

Well, what happened?

Let's just be girlfriends
and gab about it.

It's complicated. I don't
want to talk about it. It's dumb.

- It's nothing.
- I just told you my mother died.

- You owe me something.
- Okay. That's a good point.

It's just that it's boring and
you're going to judge me for it.

I am alone in my dead
mother's cabin feeling nothing.

- I would love to judge you.
- Okay. You know what?

Let me, um... let me just call
you back in, like, ten minutes.

- Are you around?
- Yeah, yeah. Of course, yeah.

- Great. Okay, bye.
- Bye, Leif.

She's great, right?
That's Audrey.

She's going to call back. I'm
going to take a quick shower.

I don't want... yeah, I'm
going to take a shower.

Coming! Coming!

Hello.

Why are you out of breath?

Oh, I just got
out of the shower.

I had to run downstairs.

You took a shower? Why?

I realized while we were talking

I hadn't showered
in a little bit,

so I thought I'd take a shower.

You do know that I can't
smell you over the phone, right?

Right, well, I wasn't
willing to take any chances.

Why? Did you not take a shower
since the last time we talked?

Since we hung up ten minutes
ago? No, I didn't take a shower.

Gross. All right, so
tell me about this guy.

I'm dying to judge you.

I don't want to talk
about this anymore.

Let's change the subject.
Tell me what you're up to.

What's going on in your life?

Uh, yeah, I mean,
I'm still making music.

I'm in a band right now with some
super talented kid. It's called Restaurant.

We've actually just
finished touring Asia.

Hold on now.

Did you just say you're in a
band called Restaurant, sir?

Yeah, I'm in a band
called Restaurant.

That's not good.

Really, it's such
a talented group

of smart musicians,
and I think...

Audrey? Audrey,
are you drilling?

There's all of a sudden
a really weird sound.

No. Sorry, sorry.
I'm making soup.

I'm just... I thought it
would be quieter. Sorry.

Did you just start
when I started talking?

No, you're right. I'm sorry.

Tell me more about your band.

Uh, yeah. These
kids are so good.

I feel like we could
hit a pop song or two,

and I really... I feel like...

- Hey! Audrey!
- Hee-hee.

I'm not falling for it. I'm
not falling for it again.

Okay, will you just wait
while I make this soup

and then we can really talk?

You want me to wait
while you make soup.

Just wait. What
else are you doing?

Fine, go make your soup.

But I am telling
you about my band

and my hopes and
my dreams later,

and you are going
to pretend to care.

- Okay, great.
- I'm hanging up.

- I'm not going to wait.
- Leif?

- Call me back.
- Leif, stop talking.

Listen, I'm going
to just hang up

and I'll call you back, okay?

That's what I just said.

- Bye.
- Bye.

Okay, the next task is called

eat what you kill.

Now, you have to know

how to survive on
your own in the wild.

You have to know how to
fight for what you care about,

how to be passionate
about what you love...

This is insane.

...how to stand up
to get what you want,

make it known.

Be the predator, not the prey.

Go catch a fish with your hands.

You know, throw
a rock on its head.

Be part of the natural world.

She's insane.

Your mother is a crazy person.

- Yep.
- Aren't you supposed to be, like,

apologizing to me or something?

Right. I actually
kind of forgot.

Right. So, when are
you going to do it?

Well, it can happen
now. Should I do it now?

Yeah. Let's do
it. Get it over with.

Okay. Audrey, I'm sorry.

- For what?
- Um, I'm sorry for breaking your heart?

- No, you didn't break my heart.
- I don't know.

My mommy's making me do it
and I have major mommy issues.

Okay, you happy
now? Do I get her cabin?

Aww, that's not a
good apology. Come on.

All right, well,
here's the truth.

Um, I'm sorry if I didn't,
you know, fight for us

because honestly
you're the smartest

and the funniest and the
sexiest person I've ever dated

and I'm sorry I fucked it up.

You are?

Yeah. If I could do it again,

I would've done it differently.

So, what? You get
your mom's cabin now?

Well, no. I have to
do the rest of her list,

but then I get her cabin, yeah.

Wait, what do I get out of this?

- Do I get anything?
- No, you don't get anything.

- Wait a sec...
- You get the apology.

You got a raw deal. You
got screwed. I'm sorry for that.

That sucks.

It's really not fair.
It's a really raw deal.

- I'm kind of drunk.
- Yeah, actually.

Speaking of, me, too.

I'm not going to have
phone sex with you.

- Excuse me?
- I'm not going to have phone sex with you.

That's a weird turn. Who
said anything about phone sex?

Well, I'm just saying if that's why
you called me, I'm not doing that.

That is not why I called.

You're the one who keeps
talking about phone sex.

Okay, well, tell me that
you're not thinking about it.

Well, I am thinking about it
now because you brought it up,

but I promise I wasn't
thinking about it before.

So, should we do it?

Okay, fuck it. Let's do it.

But I want to say
right off the bat,

I don't think we're
going to be good at it.

I think it's going to be
a little bit embarrassing.

This was never really our vibe.

Okay, well, since I've been with
you, I've been with many a man.

- Weird brag.
- What I mean is,

I have gotten really
good at phone sex.

All right. Um, who goes first?

How do you start phone sex?

Um, okay.

What am I wearing?

I don't know. Probably
a pair of underpants.

Okay, let's not call
them underpants.

That's not sexy at all.

Okay, what are you wearing?

- I'd rather not say.
- Just say it.

I'm wearing my
favorite pair of overalls.

No. No, no, no, no. No.

Leif, come on.

I still wear the same overalls

that I wore when
we were together.

Okay, don't say
overalls. You're ruining it.

Okay, okay. I'm wearing pants.

Oh, you're so bad at this.

Okay, I'm lying down
now. Are you touching me?

Yes, I am. Very softly.

So soft, you could
barely feel me.

- No, rough.
- Rough, that's exactly what I was saying.

I started soft, but then I
went so rough, like an animal.

Okay, um, why don't
you take your pants off?

You mean my overalls? Because
it is a whole thing to take these off.

Stop saying overalls.

Unless they're like...

are they like fireman
overalls or something?

Yeah, they're... they're
exactly like firemen.

Well, I can tell you're lying,

so I want you to just
take your pants off.

Now. Ready, go.

You're the boss.

Do I narrate it or just do it

and then come
back and talk to you?

- Leif, come on.
- I'm just going to start.

The shirt's coming off.

Okay? Give me one second.

Well, are you
taking your pants off?

I can hit it. Fucking
one-button, man.

Wait.

Wait.

I'm totally naked.

I am rubbing you down hard.

You're covered in oil.

I just got off a shift and
I'm a fucking fireman.

- Audrey?
- Leif, did you just fucking hang up on me?

Fully accidental if I
did. My phone dropped.

Did you hear anything
about the fireman thing?

I'm going to go
do this by myself.

- It's over?
- It's over.

How could it be
over? It just started.

- My overalls are half off.
- You blew it.

Hey, will you come up here?

To your dead mom's cabin?

Well, I don't call it
my dead mom's cabin,

but I'm dying to see you.

Um, yeah.

Yeah, I can come up on Friday.

- This Friday?
- Yeah.

Let me check my
schedule. I'm free.

Okay. Okay. Great, yes.

Medium sex with my ex-boyfriend.

Let's do this.

Count on it.

But don't count on
it being very long.

I don't want the pressure.

- See you Friday.
- Good night.

I'm not going to do what
you think I'm going to do,

but only out of respect
for our relationship.

In fact, I need
to take a shower.

Hey, that's enough.

Nora, stop it.

What do you want?

Hey! Can I help you?

Hey!

Hey! What do you want?

Right.

Who the fuck is this?

It is Gorka.

Why are you yelling at me?

Oh, I'm sorry, Gorka.

It's... what's going
on? How are you?

I'm good and I'm
bad, my friend. Listen.

I won't dance
around this subject

because I have too
much respect for you.

I've known you
for too many years,

too many roads,
too many bus tours.

Too many girls, too many
bands, too many stories we share.

You're dancing around the
subject. What's up, Gorka?

The band wants you
out and I can't believe it.

- What?
- It's not personal.

It's just your
style, your energy,

your vibe, and your
personality doesn't fit in.

My personality, Gorka?
How is that not personal?

- It's my personality.
- Also the fact that you're older

than the rest of the band members by,
like, 20 years, and you play the bongos.

I'm a percussionist. I
don't just play bongos.

Well, you favor the
bongos too much.

Fuck off, Gorka.

I don't favor bongos too much.

Maybe it's not cool to
have an older bongo player.

I'm sorry, man. First
your mom and now this.

You're on a shitty roll of luck.

Yeah, I'm on a pretty
shitty roll of luck, Gorka.

Well, I have more bad news.

Your cabin at the
back of my property

is deemed an illegal
additional dwelling unit.

What does that mean?

Well, it means we have
to tear down your little hut.

Oh. Don't do this right now.

Hey, maybe we could pull
it apart and make a bonfire,

like a farewell to
this time of ours.

Maybe it's a good thing. Maybe
it's a sign that we have to move on.

I mean, look, you
have a new cabin now.

Why don't you just live
there? You will be fine.

Hey, Gorka, is this, um...

is this because Nora bit you?

No. Not even a little. No, no.

Because I apologized about that
and it's not going to happen again.

And it was my fault. She
shouldn't have been off-leash.

It's not. I've forgiven
your dog for mauling me.

Uh, all good?

Do you have
anything else to say?

What else is there to say?

Okay. I'm sorry, man.

- Bye.
- Yeah.

Talk soon.

Hmm.

Hey, Gorka.

Dawn, he's out.
Got rid of grandpa.

- Yes! You're the best.
- Okay, bye.

That's on you, 100%.

You bit him and you fucked us.

You know what people
call a dog that bites?

A biting dog asshole.

And that's how you're acting.

Fuck!

What the fuck?

Sometimes life is messy.

It doesn't go as you planned,

but you can't wallow in that.

There's no time.

You need to suck it up

and pick up the
pieces and rebuild.

It's like your music, Leif.

Your career hasn't
gone exactly as planned,

but it's not over.

Um, how do I say this?

Leif, you just think
too much in your art.

You're so fucking
scared of what people

are going to say or
think and it's killing you.

So this is my request.

I want you to play
a song just for me.

Play it from your heart.

Don't worry about if it's good
or bad or any of that kind of stuff.

Just do it for me because
you fucking love to make music.

I promise I'll be listening.

You know, I'm a
shitty painter. Okay.

But I'm also great
because I paint for myself.

I paint because I love it.

And that's what
you've forgotten.

You forgot that
you love your music.

Yeah, I was just jamming.

It was really fucking awesome.

And it made me think
that I don't need to be

in a band called Restaurant.

What I need to do is
make my own music.

And so I feel really
thankful to Honey.

You know, I never would
have got there, but...

Leif, I'm not going to...

I'm not going to come up.

- What?
- To the cabin.

I'm not going to come.

Why not? What are
you talking about?

I just... I can't do this.

I can't do this with you.
You're not just a hook-up to me.

Oh, come on, Aud. I
could be a hook-up.

I'll be a hook-up
this trip. Just come.

Shut up, Leif, please.

Just come. Look, this is
a celebration, remember?

- My mother's dead.
- Listen, I like you is the thing.

I like you so much.

I'm going through a brutal
break-up and it's painful.

I don't know, I don't
want to lead you on

and then disappoint you,
which is what would happen.

You know? So, I'm not
going to come up, Leif.

I just... I can't.

Okay.

Okay.

Okay.

Okay, great.

I'm going to go.

Unless you have
anything else to say.

I don't know what else

to, um... to say, Audrey.

Okay.

Yeah, I guess that's it.

I hope that, um...

look, it was really
nice to... I hope you...

Um, I'm going to go, okay?

Okay.

Bye.

Yeah, good, um...
have a great life.

Okay.

Bye.

Mother... fuck.

Nora, come on.
We're going for a walk.

Fine, I'll go alone.

Hey, Nora?

Nora?

Nora? Nora?

Nora!

Come on, girl!
Where are you? Nora!

Nora!

Nora!

Nora! Come here, girl. Nora!

Nora? Nora!

Nora! Come on, girl!

Fuck!

Bridgeport police.

Yeah, I'd like to
report a missing dog,

maybe a stolen dog.

- Hold please.
- Can you please just...

Whew, okay.

Bridgeport Police.

Hi, I'd like to... is
this the same person?

No, sir, this is someone else.

I would like to report
my... my dog is missing.

Or stolen. I don't
know. I think stolen.

There's a man in a yellow
jacket who stole my dog, so...

- and I know his address.
- Okay. What's his name, sir?

I do not know his name.
I have not seen his face.

All I know is that he's
been in a yellow jacket,

and I know it's him
because yesterday

I accidentally
broke into his house

and that really pissed him off.

You broke into his house?

Well, I didn't
technically break in.

My mother gave me the
key. Okay? My mom is dead.

Okay.

And she made a list,
and I had to do the list.

And on the list I had to break into
this man with the yellow jacket's house

and leave a note
on his bed, okay?

I would like you to
send a patrol car there.

And if the dog is not there, I would
like you to ask him some questions.

Okay. What did you
say his name was?

I don't know the
fucking man's name!

We're going in circles here.

He put two dead rabbits
on my fucking hood!

He stole your rabbits as well.

He did... they're
not my rabbits!

Sir, I'm going to need
you to calm down.

You know what's
gonna happen, sir?

Is I'm gonna go to this
fucking guy's house.

Uh, sir?

And then you're gonna
have two dead rabbits,

- a fucking dead dog...
- Watch your language.

...and a fucking dead
man on your hands.

- Hold, please.
- Don't put me on ho... oh!

Nora! Nora!

Hey, if you're in here,
man, I want my dog back!

I'm not fucking around!

Nora!

Nora, I am here. Make a
sound and I'll come get you.

If he's near, I'll kill him.

Okay. "If you have my dog,

no questions asked."

Okay, "If you have my dog..."

"I'm the predator,
not the prey."

Okay.

Nora?

Nora?

- Hey, fuck boy.
- Aah! Fuck!

Back! Back! What the
fuck did I ever do to you?

- What do you want from me?
- I want to slice you open

and watch your fucking
guts spill out, sugar dick.

Why are you fucking with me?

I think you've got
that backwards.

You're the one who
stole my dog, man.

If you did, just please give
her back and then this is over.

I don't know anything
about a fucking dog.

And you're the one that's
been messing with me, okay?

You fucking broke into
my house first, remember?

Well, yes, I do. There's
an explanation for that.

- Oh, please.
- I was doing Honey's list, okay?

She told me to go in and leave
the note on your pillow. That's it.

That's how fucking pussy-whipped
you are there, sugar dick?

You just prance your
sweet cheeks all over town

doing whatever the hell
she tells you to, fuck boy?

What the fuck is with your aggressive
compliments, you fucking weirdo, man?

Just so you know, that's all
you're ever gonna be to her.

You're just a little fuck toy
and she's gonna chew you up

and spit you out
when she's done.

Who is gonna do that to me?

Don't fucking play dumb
with me, asshole. Honey!

Honey's my mom.

Like, your actual mother?

She gave birth to you?
Oh, fuck. You're Leif.

Oh, fu...

Dude, that's hilarious.

So, wait, did she tell you
about our fight, because I...

because listen, there's
two sides to every story.

I'm not the bad guy here, okay?

I mean, she fucking
stole from me.

Do you not know about Honey?

What about Honey?

Honey's dead, man.

What?

My mother's, uh...
she passed away.

That's why I'm here.

Honey is dead?

Yes.

How?

Cancer, yes.

Cancer?

Jesus, Honey.

I didn't know.

Oh, fuck. She didn't say
anything about being sick.

Who are you, man?

I'm Carl.

We were... your mom
and I were lovers.

I mean, we were...

on a break and I thought she...

hooked up with some
young dude to, you know,

just get a little on the side.

She used to do that sometimes.

Your mom had quite an appetite.

Yeah, young guys, threesomes,

I mean, group sex, whatever.

Oral, anal, I
mean, she did it all.

She was a very,
very sexual animal,

and that's probably not what
her son wants to hear, I guess.

- Sorry.
- No problem.

Oh, fuck.

God, I... I feel like I'm fucking
made out of clay or something here.

Oh, God. I might pass out.

- Could I get a water?
- Yeah, of course. I'll grab you a water.

You okay?

Coming.

- Thank you.
- Yeah.

That's a lot of water, man.

Thanks.

We had a fight, me and Honey.

I mean, she stole from me and...

It seemed so
important at the time.

God, I got so fucking mad.

I... I said terrible
things to her.

I called my dog a biting asshole

before she disappeared.

Well, your mom was...

I called her some bad shit, too.

Called her a
fucking thief and rat.

Just...

she really loved you, Leif.

I mean, it tore her apart

that she left you.

That was her big regret in life.

And it broke her heart that...

you didn't want anything to
do with her after you grew up.

I mean, maybe she
deserved forgiveness.

People who love each
other should be together.

That's the bottom line.

I mean, time together

is what matters.

And now it's too late.

It's too late for both of us.

You know? We fucking blew it.

Shame on us.

I can't be here anymore.

It smells like her
here, you know?

I can feel her.

I love you, Honey.

And I'm gonna miss you.

Oh, God, I'm gonna
miss your smile and your...

your eyes.

Your mind.

Your sense of humor.

The taste of your
vagina in the morning.

I'm gonna miss all of it.

I'm gonna miss you, sweet girl.

I'll miss you every day...

for the rest of my days.

Well...

I'll get out of your hair.

If you decide to stick around,

um, you know, you can come
by my place any time you want.

We could, I don't know,

go fishing or something.

Tell you a lot of
stories about your mom.

That'd be great.

I'll keep an eye open
for your dog, too.

That'd be amazing if
something happened with that.

Dogs have a way of
reappearing on this mountain.

I hope so.

Nora?

Nora?

Come on, girl.

Nora?

This is the last one,

and then we're done.

It's called Green Lake.

It is my favorite spot.

It is so beautiful it hurts.

I'm gonna miss it.

Anyway, you're gonna hike there,

and it's not an easy hike,

so make sure you
have on good shoes.

There's a red
backpack in the garage

labeled "Green Lake."

Now there's some
supplies in there

and there's a map in
the front compartment.

You'll need that, definitely.
Don't open anything else.

Just get the map and
follow the instructions.

Enjoy the hike. I
took it many times.

Countless times. And I
always thought of you.

When I was missing
you, I went here.

I always hoped
you'd call me back

and we'd come to this
lake together one day.

It's marked on the
map. You can't miss it.

Yeah.

I made it.

It's really not
that green though.

Now, under the big
tree you'll find a box.

It's my ashes.

Once you find it, read the
letter that's in the backpack.

All right.

"My name is Leif.
My mother loved me.

I wish she was different
than who she was.

I hated that she left me,

and I was never willing

to listen to anything
she had to say

because I thought
she was a kook,

and maybe she was.

But now my mother is dead,

and I am at a lake
with no mother,

and she wants me
to say these words.

'I love you, Mom.

I forgive you.

It's time for me to
move on with my life

and be successful.

I will be dead soon.
So will everyone.

So will the planet if those
motherfuckers in government

don't start taking global
warming seriously.

Fucking pricks! Money whores.'"

That's great.

"Now eulogize me
in your own words

and scatter my
ashes. Don't spill me."

I wish I had something
great to say, Honey,

and I had a lot of feelings.

But I think my biggest regret is that
we didn't spend any time together.

I just don't know
you and you don't...

Heya!

Hi.

Beautiful spot.

Yeah, it's... it was
my mother's favorite.

- Okay. Bye now.
- Okay.

Bye now.

What the fuck?

Rest in peace, Honey.

Okay.

Whoa.

All right.

Aah!

Oh, shit.

Okay, you learned what
I needed to teach you.

You let out your emotions,

you rekindled your love,

and you became the predator.

Those lessons are what I learned
to be most important on this planet.

So now, you've
learned it from me.

And, yeah, okay, they're
from the Habata trinity

and I know you hate that shit,

but I did get some
good out of those years

before they fucked me over.

And anyway, it's
too expensive to sue,

so, yeah, that's that.

Now, obviously I have no way
to prove you did the list or not.

There's no lie detector or
anything insane like that.

But I do hope you did it, Leif,
because it's meant to help.

I want for you to experience
the best of this life, Leif.

That's all I ever wanted.

And most importantly,

to feel everything
along the way.

Nora!

Oh!

Oh. Oh.

I'm sorry I said that about you.

You did it, kid.

Whoa! You finished the
list. The cabin is all yours.

Or maybe you didn't and then I've
just been wasting my fucking time.

But if you did, I'm
so proud of you.

I hope you had a fun time.

It means a lot to me.

By the way, those were
not my real ashes, of course.

When you think about
it, it's not logical, right?

I mean, I hid the
backpack. I hid the box.

And also, I do not
weigh 50 pounds,

and there were not
enough ashes in that.

But then you probably
figured that out

because you're such
a little smarty pants.

Sadly, I didn't.

Now this last bit is important.

You have to move
on with your life.

What happened to you

is not what's happening to you.

Your past does not
dictate your future.

Life is so short.

Try having some more fun.

And be kind.

I love you with all my heart.

I'm so sorry that I wasn't
better at showing that to you.

I fucked up. I just fucked
up and it was my fault.

I know it.

I'm sorry.

Now, I'm hoping and I believe

that we will be reunited
again in some dimension.

- Oh, man.
- I know you don't believe that,

but you're gonna feel so
stupid when it happens.

And then,

maybe we can spend
the time together

that we didn't in this life.

I would like that.

So...

until then.

This is a terrible painting.

And an even worse title.

I'm gonna miss you, Mom.

That's for sure.