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Those motherfuckers.

Oh, shit.

Hey, I...

I...

I tried to stop it. I...

I was really close, like a second late...

I'm sorry. Not my fault.

I think your cart might be broken.

Excuse me.

Hi.

Hi. Are you... are you really just gonna

let her clean up your mess?

- Uh, it's not my mess. - I just saw you knock the cart over.

- You don't know what you're talking about. - Are you serious?

I literally just saw you knock the cart over.

No, no. What you saw was me trying

to stop the cart from falling over.

And this, I guess, is what I get for doing a good deed.

Oh, wow.

You're welcome. Thanks.

You've clearly outdone yourself.

- Clapping, huh? - So...

Cool. We'll take it from here.

Okay.

Classic man.

Leaving women to clean up the mess.

- Check your privilege, bro. - Are you actually insane?

This does not involve you.

Yeah, well, I wasn't just gonna stand by, so.

Here. Let me help you out.

Nope, I got it.

Why don't you just go back to playing with your skateboard?

It's a paddleboard.

I assume you'll want a trophy for your work.

You know what? Fuck this.

Uh-uh. Stop.

- Put those back in there. - Wait. What are you doing? No, no, no!

- Put those back. - These are mine.

- No, they're not. Give them back. - Let go!

- You let go. Give them back now! - You're like a mosquito!

- These are mine. I got them from the canal. - Yeah, right!

- Give them back! - You know what, keep 'em, bitch!

Whoa!

Jesus Christ.

No... She... I...

Ow, ow, ow, ow, ow.

You okay?

Oh, shit.

Is that blood?

Ow.

No, I...

Hey, everyone! Um, Jane here.

I am saddened to have to say

- that I am currently lying on the ground... - What... what are you doing?

...um, bleeding from my skull.

- What are you doing? - Because this man assaulted me.

- No, I did not. - He assaulted me unprovoked.

- Ah, Jesus. No, I didn't... - And she is my witness.

No, I didn't. I...

Hey! Are you fucking kidding me?

Ow.

Ow.

Oh, no. Stop, stop, stop.

- I'm out, I'm out, I'm out. - Aw.

- What? - Alex is leaving you for a man.

No, I told you I have to leave, like, an hour ago.

- It's been five minutes. - Okay, Alex. You can leave.

But don't you think you should change first?

- Why? I... - 'Cause you pissed yourself!

Yes! Yes!

What is wrong with you? Are you like, eight years old?

I'm not the one still peeing her pants!

Oh, you're dead, bitch.

All right. Can you hit her, please?

I'll text you guys later.

Yo, Alex!

Ask him if he knows how to play "Guess which finger."

Oh, my God. Rachel, you're so done for that.

You sure you don't want to go back with your little friends?

You wanna go?

Where do you want to go?

I don't know.

You can really ride that thing?

You don't smoke the filter.

Whatever.

Wanna go to the beach?

Yeah, I know a spot by the beach.

What spot?

Let's just go.

Is this it?

Yeah. This is my spot.

Yo.

Oh. How did you get up there?

There's a ladder over here, dummy.

Dummy?

This ladder's too short.

No, it's fine. I can pull you up.

I didn't really realize how late it was getting.

I think we should head back.

Are you joking?

No, I'm sorry.

It's just for a second. Come on.

Well, I wanted to go to the beach.

Yeah, well, this is better.

I don't want to get on some dusty ass crate.

It's nice up here.

Well, let's just get some beers and we can go back.

All right. Hang on.

- Hey. - What?

What do you want?

What do you mean?

You really just want to go back?

Well, yeah. My friends are waiting for me.

Can you slow down, please?

Slow down!

Stop!

Are you fucking insane?

Why, you don't trust me?

Oh, my God, what the hell is wrong with you?

It was a joke.

Do you see me laughing?

Wow, you really are a baby.

Fine, you can go back.

Yeah.

- Oh, no! - What?

I forgot a part of my costume in the car.

- Which part? - The white scarf-thingy

that goes around my head.

Do you really need it for the performance?

Yes.

- Fine. Give her the keys. - I'll go with her.

No, it's fine. I can go by myself.

I'll be really fast.

Jesus, kid! You gotta pay attention.

I'm sorry.

It's all right. It's all right.

It's just...

You want to help me fill this bucket again?

Come on. Don't worry. It's not gonna be heavy. I just...

I got the arthritis.

I don't know. I was...

Come on. It's right over there.

I'll show you.

All right.

There we go.

I thought Halloween was over.

It's All Saints' Day.

Oh.

Why do you dress as a nun?

I'm Mary Magdalene.

All right.

Why don't you go to church?

You think everybody should go to church?

You're wearing a cross.

What, are you a saint, Detective?

No.

No. Oh.

This was my dad's, so I wear it.

But my mom,

she was Jewish.

So I'm technically a Jew.

Just like your Mary Magdalene.

I don't think you need a church to talk to God.

I mean, I can talk to almost anybody.

Mmm, forget it.

Yeah.

Come on, we're done. Let's do it.

There we go.

My parents just go to the car wash.

Where's the humility in that?

Humility?

You know,

sometimes you got to touch a little bird shit

to understand you're of this earth.

Sorry. I really have to go.

Of course. Appreciate your help.

Hey!

Hey, what's the matter with you?

Are you okay, kid?

Is she all right?

Hey! You could've killed her.

- I didn't see her. - It's a Sunday!

Why are you driving like a maniac?

She came out of nowhere.

Oh! What, are you fucking blind?

- All right. Calm down. - Were you on your cell phone?

- Huh? On your cell phone? - Calm down.

- "Calm down." You should... - Fuck off.

- ...get out here and apologize. - Fuck you!

You get out and apologize!

Apologize!

- Hey! - Fuck you.

Fucking dick. Suck a big dick...

Hey, hey, hey, hey, hey, hey!

Get out of here.

Hey. Hey!

Fuck you!

Ah, shit.

Thanks, kid.

Alice!

Alice, what in God's name are you doing out here?

Get inside now.

Let's go.

What were you thinking, Alice?

Fuck.

It's your hit, bro.

Dude, who'd you get this from?

- Talia's little brother. - Yeah?

- He's selling now. - Oh, dude.

Nice. Nice.

I don't want to do it.

I don't want to do it, but I'm gonna go.

- You gonna hit it again? - I'm gonna go...

You all right with that?

- Do what you want, bro. - You sure?

- Do what you want. - All right.

- D, D, D... - What?

Is that... is that girl about to go swimming, bro?

No way.

Yo.

Dude, that's psycho.

- That's fucking nuts, dude! - That's fucking insane.

That water's ass cheese cold.

You know what, dude? I bet she's...

Uh, I bet she does that...

What the hell is it called? The fucking polar bear plunge.

- Oh, oh! Yeah, yeah. - Yeah, yeah, yeah.

That shit is... You couldn't pay me to do that, bro.

Oh, I know, 'cause...

Oh, my God.

Oh, wow.

I bet that's so invigorating though.

Yeah.

Invigorating means, like really, really crazy.

I know what invigorating means, bro.

You're insane, bro.

Fuck me.

Jesus Christ.

Oh, shit.

I gotta pick up my sister from dance practice.

Damn.

Um...

You... you try and drive me, bro, or like...

What's the vibes?

- What? - Bro...

- What? - Br...

Dude, I'm fucking high as balls, right now.

Bro, I'm so high right now.

- Hey, you know. You're right. - Bro...

You're right. This shit slaps.

- I didn't I didn't expect... - This shit's fire, bro.

I'm so fucking baked right now.

Oh, wow.

Oh, my Lord.

But I'll figure it out. Well, I'll bike home.

You sure?

- I know I'm being such an asshole. - No.

- I just... - No, no. You're not being an asshole, bro.

No, no, no, no. Don't worry about it.

- Are you sure? - I got you.

- You biking? - Yeah, yeah, bro.

I got... I'm... My bike's right over there.

- Dude. I'm sorry, man. - Nah, don't... don't worry, bro.

- I'll hit you up. Let's... - I'm sorry.

Tell your mom I'm sorry, too.

Yo, I'll miss you, bro. I'll miss you, bro.

- We'll figure something out. - I'll miss you too, dude.

- We gotta... - We'll figure something out.

Tomorrow. Let's meet back here at the beach.

- Let's do it, bro. - After school.

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

- Yeah? - Yeah.

- All right. - I got you.

- All right. Travel safe, bro. - Yeah!

Yo, thank you, man.

You, too. Tell your sister shit was good.

Got you, bro.

Shit.

Oh, fuck!

Oh, fuck. Oh. Shit.

F...

Oh...

Ugh!

Fucking...

Ugh. Shit, shit!

Oh, fuck.

Shit.

Come on.

Oh, shit.

Ugh.

Fuck, fuck, fuck.

Oh, shit.

Oh, shit.

Oh, shit.

Oh, shit.

Oh, shit.

Oh, shit.

Oh, shit.

Oh, shit.

I can't believe I'm fucking 30.

- Thirty. - Hey, get off your phone.

Sorry. Sorry.

I'm putting it away.

Tinder boy is writing me a novel.

Wait. Can I tell you guys something?

What?

Okay.

The other night, after I slept with Tinder boy,

we were lying in bed together,

and all of a sudden he moved his hand down

like he was going to start fingering me again.

But instead,

he kind of grabbed me like this,

and said,

"Got your clam."

"Got your clam"?

Yes!

Ew! I hate that.

I know!

So, like, what do you think it means?

Oh, my God. You're fine.

This guy sounds like a freak.

Yeah, exactly.

I know.

I always thought we'd all be married and have kids by now.

Let's go watch the sunrise.

I don't know.

I am kind of pruning right now.

- I just want to go to my nice, dry bed. - No, come on.

Come on. It'll be so nice.

- I'm down. - Z...

Because I want to.

I want to show you guys something.

What?

- I found a body. - Ema.

Z, she's fucking with us.

No. Sorry.

I found bones.

But I'm pretty sure they were real and human.

Like a crime scene?

What are you talking about?

I was here a couple weeks ago,

and I found these old bones washed up on the beach,

and I buried them.

God. Where?

Guys, come on.

Do you know what you're looking for?

Yes, I made a mound, put a red ribbon on it.

Just look for red ribbon.

God.

Where the hell are we going?

I have no idea.

Okay. It's around here somewhere.

Oh, no.

- What? - No! Fuck!

No, no, no, no.

It's gone.

Okay. You realize that if this was a murder

and that was, like, a body...

Okay. This is, like, really starting to freak me out.

It wasn't a crime scene.

I swear, they were right here. Like, I...

God. Like, how could it not be here? It was here.

Let's retrace our steps.

Where did you come down from?

Uh, from over there.

Are you sure? Think.

That's it.

That's my ribbon.

What's she doing?

Where's she going?

Hi. Um, excuse me.

Where did you find that ribbon?

- I don't know. - You don't know? Okay.

Um, I need you to just remember, in your head, like when...

Can I help you?

- Hi. Yeah, I... - Hi.

My ribbon somehow ended up in her sandcastle. I just...

I need it back.

- That's your ribbon? - Yes.

- This is yours? - Yes.

- Yeah, here. - Give it back!

- That's my ribbon! - Thanks.

Come on, honey. Come on. Let's go back...

- Let's go back. - It's my ribbon.

I found this first. Okay? I found it first.

- Did you happen to see where she got it from? - Give it back!

No. No, I didn't.

- Come on, honey. Come on. - Okay.

Let's go back to the table.

- What did I tell you about talking to strangers? - That's my ribbon.

You got to be careful.

This people are crazy...

Fuck!

Wait. Ema!

Em... Hey! Hey, hey, hey. Hold on, Ema.

Hey, hey!

Just...

We're gonna find it. Okay?

Okay, fine. Go ahead. But you're not gonna find it

because I fucking lost it. Okay?

I'm gonna need you to calm down.

No, I, like... I know it's ridiculous.

Okay? I know that.

You were right.

I told everyone I found out after we broke up.

But I knew. For months, I knew.

God, I...

I acted like something had been done to me.

I just... I couldn't.

I, like, I felt this, like, deep repulsion.

It's just been, like repulsion, ever since.

You made a choice.

It was your choice to make.

Just breathe, okay?

It would have been...

No, you just changed your mind, Ema.

I found those bones, I thought, like...

these must be a sign, you know?

I think it wasn't for me.

It wasn't.

- Yeah. - Yeah. It wasn't.

And that's okay.

It's okay.

Hey, you!

- Oh, no. - The prodigal son returns!

How are y'all doing? How are y'all doing?

- So, what happened? - What "didn't" happen.

Well, clearly didn't go home with that girl

because you're back here with us, so.

Bro, things got so weird after you guys left.

It was weird when we were there.

That was my cue to leave when she started

talking about bending spoons with her mind.

- Are you fucking with me? - Who are we talking about?

It was this Mia chick, or whatever.

It was just that girl he was talking to.

I couldn't really hear what she was saying.

But she started off talking about horoscopes.

- Hmm. - And then in five minutes,

she's talking about mind control.

And this dude is listening to every word...

Hold on. I didn't think she was serious.

I thought she was talking about doing, like magic tricks or some shit.

Wasn't she the one with the cape?

No, it was, like one of those, like, flowy shirts,

where you can't tell where the sleeves are.

He's talking about cape girl.

No, no. Fuck you, not a cape girl.

- She had a cape on. - I don't know.

Anyway, what's the plan now, guys?

Well, we were all gonna go home.

- Who's "we"? - "Who's we?"

- We were gonna go home. - What the fuck you mean, bro?

It's fucking, like, not even 2:00 a.m.

Oh, your home.

Yeah. No, yeah, we can do that.

Police squad!

Yo, this is not Jesse.

- This is not Jesse. - Who's Jesse?

Nate's old goldfish.

But this is not Jesse.

Yeah. She died.

My roommate forgot to feed her when I was away.

- So, you flushed Jessie? - Yeah.

You know what? Let's pour one out for Jesse.

RIP, baby.

- Oh, wait. Whoa, wait. - Stop, man!

It's gonna get all sticky now.

Oh, bro.

You fucking dumbass.

Bro...

You missed a spot.

- Hey, Nate. - Hmm.

You know, you might not want to get

too emotionally attached to this one.

I might get a little hungry in the middle of the night.

Don't eat my fish.

- You would never. - I would never?

- You would not. - Hey.

I don't make the rules...

And what's that supposed to mean?

The motherfucker chokes a lot!

It's a sick view.

Oh, well, thanks.

Doesn't your dad pay for this spot?

- No. - You would say that.

I'm sorry. I thought you were talking about it

the last time I was here. Or am I mistaken?

I said he helped with the deposit.

You know, I always thought...

a roof is a wonderful way

to convince a girl to come back home with you.

You only gotta have a roof

or a bag of coke.

Yo, what the fuck is

this kid talking about right now?

I'm gonna go to bed,

but you guys can crash wherever.

- All right. - Good call. Good night.

Good night. Peace, Nate.

- Yeah. This is dead. - Yeah.

- Let's do it. - Yeah, let's go.

What the hell is going on with you, Mike?

What are you talking about?

We got everything done. We're ahead of schedule.

You know why I called you here, buddy?

No, I'm wondering why.

Because you're not doing your job.

What do you mean, "I'm not doing my job"?

- Everything's getting done. - No, everybody's covering for you, Mike.

- They're not covering for me. - They're covering for you.

I don't know who you've been talking to.

Mm-hmm. What happened yesterday?

That as not my fault.

Look.

The simple fact is:

you're not able to tie the ropes anymore.

It's that simple?

Okay? You can't tie ropes. You can't move cargo.

I mean, come on, Mike, you look like shit.

I'm not trying to be difficult.

I don't like the situation.

It's a matter of safety. You know that.

You didn't start working here yesterday.

I've been working here longer than anyone else.

Longer than you.

So I shouldn't have to tell you.

I respect that you put in your time.

Really, I understand why you think

you're owed something here. But I got...

Wait, wait. I don't think I'm owed anything.

- It's a business. - I'm not asking for charity.

- I work. - You can't tie a fucking rope.

That kid Aidan put you up to this?

Prove me wrong. Tie a bowline.

I'm not interviewing for a fucking job here.

I know how to tie a bowline with my eyes closed.

Unfortunately, how much you know is

worth shit to me right now.

I've already put a crew together for the next job,

and you're not on it.

Well, I can see this isn't really a conversation then.

What do you suggest I do now?

Huh?

This is my fucking life!

Yeah?

Well, then take my advice

and start taking care of yourself, Mike.

Fucking bitch.

I'm never gonna get a fucking glass...

Y'all gonna live in purgatory forever.

And that's fine, I guess.

Uh, excuse me?

Cheer up.

You got your long vacation now, don't you?

Yeah.

Thank you, Maggie.

Cheers.

Is it two weeks you're off for?

Mmm.

Two weeks.

- Yeah. - Any plans?

Like what?

I don't know. Maybe a cruise or something.

Yeah, I don't think so.

Well, I guess, all that time spent on the water,

you'd prefer to be landlocked.

Sounds like prison.

My dad worked in boats, too,

and he would spend a lot of his time

off in the mountains.

Is that right?

He said he was in the mountains.

You're very trusting, I see.

I believe in whatever is easiest to believe.

Excuse me, miss.

Hi. So, I need another tequila soda.

But can you make it stronger?

'Cause I barely tasted any liquor last time.

I can make you a double,

and we'll charge you for a double.

Oh, come on. You can give her a little more.

It's a single or a double.

All right. Fine. A double it is.

That's stingy, though.

Great.

No, no. This one is on me.

- No, no, no. Come on. - Seriously.

All right. Next time then.

I needed that one.

Yeah, well, Joe, we...

We know about the Yankees' bats,

and this is the part that stinks.

And thank you, Joe, for calling up from Lyndon.

When you have... when you got those big bats,

it's all good. It's all...

But when I'm on the edge of my seat...

...when you're on the edge of your seat,

you know, we haven't always seen that success.

...when a runner is on second base,

and it's just like, okay.

What I would love right now... a home run would be awesome.

Home runs are great. Just, somebody take a big whiff.

That's not what we want.

And I think the Yankees, if the bats aren't active...

The worst case scenario for the Yankees' bats,

the worst case scenario...

is that everybody is out there just big whiffing.

Because you can have all the power in the world

and you can hit home runs that are almost 500...

the bombs are nice but the doubles are good, too.

I'd love to see Gleyber with multi-hit games.

Bon Appetit.

Fuck!

For fucking breakfast and lunch.

Oh, his mother, his father.

Oh, they got sour patch. Wow.

You sell bungee cords here?

You know, bungee cords? Stretchy things.

Is that them?

That's them.

Oh, my God.

Wow!

What do I owe you?

- $5.99. - $5.99.

$5.99...

Where is the party at, Bundy?

Just trying to get some sleep.

- Oh, all right. - Thank you.

You're welcome.

Somebody's sleeping with the fishes today, dude.

- What do I owe you? - Bye, Bundy.

Fuck.

Hey.

Are you okay?

You said your father was a boatsman, right?

Yeah.

He ever teach you the proper way to tie knots?