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(chuckling)

- My husband likes dicks.

- [Woman] Pricks.

- Cocks.

- [Woman] Dongs.

(laughing)

- Balls.

(laughing)

And I'm the last idiot on Earth to know it.

- Well, the sad thing is he was the next-to-last person.

And I'm sure there are a few people

in Peoria who don't know yet.

- Oh, I feel so much better now.

- You're really ready to move on from acting?

- Definitely.

- You okay?

- My husband dumped me for a guy.

My mom and died and my dad's barely left the house since.

I think I'm remarkably upbeat considering.

- You need to get laid.

(chuckling)

Yes.

- I've only been separated for a month.

- But how long has it been since you've had sex?

A year?

- 13 months and five days.

My birthday.

- Got it.

Well, I'll help you find someone really hot.

(chuckling)

Or at least straight and seduceable.

- Straight?

That's the baseline now?

Straight.

(laughing)

Are you gonna come visit me when I move to Florida?

- No way.

(laughing)

- Oh.

Oh my gosh.

- [Woman On Floor] Don't knock everything down.

- I'm getting a little excited here.

(upbeat music)

* Go back to bed

* And start again

* This day's a bust

* I'd rather lust

* Last night's events

* Weigh on my head

- Dad?

You still have that shirt?

- You know your mom gave this to me.

Right before she died.

- Yeah, well, there's more tomato sauce than cotton.

- Let's eat.

- It's on the table.

Have you been out at all?

- Went to the supermarket yesterday.

- That's not what I meant, Dad.

- Have you and Kevin agreed on terms of the divorce?

- Not quite.

- When do you start the new job?

- Two weeks.

- Nervous?

- No.

Can I make a pot of coffee?

- Sure.

No.

- What the hell, Dad?

- That's your mother.

- You said you were going to

scatter them at the jersey shore.

- She hated that TV show.

- Well, she doesn't have to watch it anymore, does she?

- Did you bring any of Kevin's cookies?

- He still won't give me the recipe.

- Well, your mom gave it to him.

They were close.

- Yeah, well I should at least get it in the divorce.

- You don't bake.

Mmm.

Want one?

- Dad, you need to scatter the ashes.

- I will.

- Dad, her shawl is still on her chair in the living room.

Florida.

She used to talk about moving there some day.

- That was my idea, to avoid state taxes.

- Come with me.

- What?

- Drive to Florida with me.

I could use another driver, and you could use

to get out of here for a while.

We can scatter the ashes on a beach.

- I can't.

- You can.

Think of it as a vacation, like the old days, you and me.

You can bring your video camera.

Mom always wanted to see Savannah.

- I won't go.

(water running)

- What about that guy?

The one on the corner in the blue shirt?

He's kinda cute.

- Stop, I'm not interested.

- Bullshit, you're just depressed, and you need to get laid.

- Well, divorce is depressing.

And I don't know what to do about my dad,

he won't come with me.

- What about that one over there?

(gasps)

Seriously.

Hm, hm?

- Okay, yeah, he is kinda cute.

- Did you talk to Kevin yet?

- Yeah.

We were having a nice conversation,

and then when I asked him about

my mom's cookie recipe, he absolutely refused.

- Well, that's how it starts.

That's' why you need a good divorce attorney.

- For cookies, Megan?

Any lawyer's gonna laugh me out of his office.

- Well, first thing we do, let's kill all the lawyers.

(laughing)

You know what you should do, you should call my friend, Sam.

This kind of thing is right up his alley.

Serious.

(glasses clinking)

- Have you handled many divorces?

- Oh yeah, at least 1100.

I'll give you an exact number.

Oh this is,

case 1451.

- Wow.

- Yeah.

I should be a lot wealthier.

(chuckling)

Well,

let's take a moment to meditate

as we ask for divine guidance and peace

in our forthcoming endeavors.

- Yes, definitely, peace and guidance.

(sitar music)

- Alrighty then.

Let's rip his balls off.

(chuckling)

- I'd like to keep it as amicable as possible.

- Well, I got a phone call from his lawyer.

- And?

- And he says he won't give you the recipe

unless you give him some of the ashes.

- Wow, what a fucker.

Sorry.

- It's okay.

(soft music)

(vibrating)

(giggling)

- [Answering Machine] Hey, this Jennifer Giraldi,

please leave a message after the beep, thanks.

(beeping)

- [Dad] Jenny, it's Dad.

I'll go to Florida with you.

Just tell me when you're leaving.

- Dad, are you ready?

(sighing)

I know.

No self-respecting thief

- Would steal a TV from under the American flag.

Oh.

- What's up?

- Gotta get your mother.

(soft music)

Hey.

- Oh, no.

- [Car] Good morning, my dear.

We will arrive at your destination of 2475 Breezeway Blvd,

in St. Petersburg, Florida in 17 hours and 50 minutes.

- Thanks, Joe.

- [Joe] Sure, but that estimate is drive time only,

and doesn't include time lost for essential activities

such as eating, sleeping or arguing

about your relationship with your mother.

- Is he always like this?

Can he see us?

- It's a demo model that one of Megan's clients developed.

I can't imagine ever going back to a simpler one.

- [Joe] My DAAD is currently .9575.

- DAAD, Destinations Achieved plus Attractive Detours

expressed as a ratio to total trips.

One would be perfect, but Joe is damn good.

- Joe.

- [Joe] What, Dan?

(car dinging)

- Where are your maps?

- I don't have any.

- How is that possible?

- I've got Joe and I've got a smart phone with a map app.

- I'm getting my maps.

(rock music)

If there's traffic, we can take the turnpike

south up there, to the right.

- [Joe] By the way, traffic this morning

is expected to be clear.

It's good to get out, isn't it Dan?

- Say goodbye to Kevin this morning?

- I said goodbye to Kevin when I

caught him in bed with another guy.

- [Joe] Ooo.

- I'm gonna miss his cookies.

- Mom's cookies.

- Speed up by three miles per hour, you can take

the parkway south instead of the turnpike.

We can catch the 3:45 ferry.

- I prefer the Delaware Memorial Bridge.

- [Joe] Take the bridge.

That's a terrific metaphor.

- [Dan] I think,

- Dad, please.

I'll stop at the next rest area,

and we can get some lunch, okay?

- [Joe] Next area is in 10.2 miles.

- I used to have a client right off exit five over here.

There's a diner nearby.

Can't we just go there?

- Dad, I don't know.

- You'll love it, the food is great.

(groaning)

- [Joe] My TITTE ratio is gonna take a hit on this.

- TITTE?

- Time Traveled to Eat.

It's one of his best metrics.

- Cross this street to the right lane,

and make the next right.

(rock music)

- When's the last time you were here?

- [Dad] Seems like just yesterday.

- Joe, where's the nearest diner?

- [Joe] Make the next legal u-turn.

And Dan, think about your tendency

to over-complicate things.

- When's the last time you went out

other than to the supermarket?

- I've never been social.

You know I like numbers more than people.

- Have you ever thought about joining a club?

Maybe try online dating?

- Jennifer, stop.

I can take care of myself.

- I know, I'm just worried is all.

You're still young.

- Not really.

- Well, you're not old.

- Whatever.

Jen, I wanted to tell you something

about your mother's ashes.

They're not,

- What?

Oh shit, did they give you the wrong ashes?

- No, nothing like that, it's just

I gave some of them away.

- To Kevin, Dad?

- No.

Remember Mary Lou Williams?

She asked if she could have some of the ashes, I said okay.

- What did she do with them?

- She sprinkled them on the roses.

- That's

sweet.

- And they all died.

- {Jennifer] Wanna drive for a while?

- [Dan] Maybe later.

It's a shame things didn't work out with Kevin.

- Yep.

- Nice guy.

Your mom and I both always knew he was homosexual.

- We say gay these days, Dad.

- So, it's like the African-American, n-word thing.

- Mmhmm, mmhmm.

- The night of the wedding, your mother, she says to me,

"That Kevin, he's such a nice boy.

"But he's never going to make our Jenny happy."

- I got it.

Okay, Dad?

I'm the only person in the entire world

that didn't see that he was gay, I got it.

He likes cock.

- Language, please.

- Sorry, Dad.

- How much longer 'til Washington?

- We should hit the northern tip of the Beltway

in about two hours, why?

- Just hoping to miss rush hour, no such luck.

- We'd have to get there at, like,

3:00 in the morning to miss traffic I think.

- [Joe] Yeah, traffic on the Beltway,

it moves slower than a bill through Congress.

I'll do my best to avoid the gridlock that,

well, DC's known for.

- Thanks, Joe.

(funky music)

(phone ringing)

Oh, that's my phone, it's in my purse, can you grab it?

- It says Tom McKennon, do you have to take it?

- [Jennifer] Swipe it, swipe it.

Swipe it.

- [Joe] Swipe it.

- Hey, Tom.

- [Tom] Jennifer, I just wanted to check in and be sure

you're on your way to join us in sunny Florida.

- Speeding south on Route 95 as we speak.

- [Tom] You'll be here for the fundraiser next week, right?

- Definitely.

- Looking forward to working with my new assistant director.

- I am too, Tom, thanks for calling.

- [Tom] Bye for now.

- Bye-bye.

Can you just put it in my purse?

- [Joe] Ah, welcome to Delaware.

- I still remember your fifth grade project.

You were so cute.

Cutting out the state from that map,

putting it on the cover of your report.

- I should have picked a square state, like North Dakota.

- I never knew why you picked Delaware.

- [Joe] This might be a good time to address

those unresolved issues you have with this tiny state.

- All I really remember is that Mom kept calling

to say she'd be home soon to help me write it.

Buy she wasn't.

- Yes, she was.

- No, Dad, she wasn't.

- I'm sure she wanted to be.

- Not as much as she wanted to sell her books.

- It's not easy being a best-selling author.

You can write the best books in the world, but

you still gotta get people to buy them.

- About as easy to get her to come

to one of my plays, I guess, then, huh?

- [Joe] And how does that make you feel?

- I was even jealous of the people

that got to interview her.

- [Mom] Grace, you don't mind if I call you Grace, do you?

Of course not, I'm Barbara.

- I know, dear, your editor told me.

- Not now, dear.

- You're a real hero of mine.

Is it true you wrote a column

for the same weekly newspaper as me?

- For many years, yes.

- Wow.

So, where did you get the idea for A Cook's Tales,

combining short stories and cooking?

- Well, I used to tell stories to my daughter

while I was cooking, keep her entertained.

Writing them down, it just seemed like the next step.

- Hi, sweetie, what's your name?

- I'm Jennifer.

- [Grace] Do you wanna be a writer like your mom, dear?

- Nope.

I wanna be an actor.

- Jennifer, please wait with your father

while I get done with this nice lady.

- I loved the book.

- Thank you.

- Pull over.

Pull over, pull over!

- [Jennifer] Dad?

- Jennifer, this is Sue.

She's gotta pick up her son at the preschool,

and it closes in 20 minutes.

Sue, this is my daughter, Jennifer.

She's getting divorced because

she just found out her husband's gay.

- Dad.

- Will you stop calling me that?

You know who I am.

- Nice to meet you both.

I really appreciate your help.

- Climb on in.

- Is there room?

- Sure.

- [Joe] Hello.

- I haven't finalized the adoption,

and if I leave him unattended,

- [Joe] That could jeopardize the final approval.

Go to the next exit, and bear right at the fork in the road.

- He is good.

Thank you.

Sorry.

- [Joe] Bye.

- You guys are a life saver.

- No problem, glad we could help.

- Well, that wasn't bad, like 10 minutes out of the way?

- [Joe] You know, it would have been only eight minutes

if you'd have listened to me.

Do you have control issues, Dan?

- I used to never eat like this,

but since I've been on my own, I can't stop.

- [Joe] Perhaps it's a replacement for sex.

- [Jennifer] Joe.

We should probably find a motel somewhere.

(country music)

- [Joe] Two miles ahead.

* Caving in

* It's never gonna be here

- Jen?

I'm bursting.

(chuckling)

- Alright, take this.

- [Dad] What you looking for?

- I got this over a year ago,

and I've only used it a few times.

Now it's really like one of our trips when I was a kid.

Check it out.

Okay, so you've got self timer, which is phenomenal.

I don't think your old one had that.

USB, red eye, flash level, and if you go here,

look, something called zebra, I never figured out

what that meant, so do that.

And then, you can film in black and white, sepia.

(engines roaring)

- [Joe] In 20 feet turn left.

In 40 feet turn left.

In 40 feet turn left.

- Joe, cut it out, do you need me to reboot you?

- [Joe] Sorry, folks.

It won't happen again.

(phone ringing)

- That's yours, do you want me to get it?

- Yeah.

Swipe it.

- Hi Jenny.

- Hey lady.

- How's Route 95?

Did you meet any fuckable guys yet?

- Megan stop.

I'm with my dad and he's got you on speaker phone.

- Hi Megan.

- Hi, Mr G.

I'm sure your dad would agree with me

about you getting banged, right?

- Well, no, she just

- Megan, I told you, I'm not ready for that yet.

- Uh-huh, you told me.

I totally believe you.

- Okay, goodbye Megan.

- Bye.

- [Joe] What about you, Dan?

Are you ready to get banged?

(laughing)

- [Joe] Oh, I love this song.

- [Jennifer] What do you think?

- Definitely.

I miss these.

- Really, Dad?

Why don't you tell them that, and ask for the recipe,

and I'll learn how to bake?

(rock music)

- What does America mean to you?

- History.

War.

All different types of food.

- [Dan] Can I ask you what America means to you?

- Sorry, not today.

- [Joe] Ooo, there's fireworks.

Pull over.

Well, I guess not.

- I love that the sign gives us choices

between Atlanta, North Carolina, and Miami.

- Right?

Houston, Juarez, Machu Pichu.

- Hey Joe, are there any good alternatives for Route 95?

Something maybe a little more scenic?

- [Joe] Interstate 40 East angles south toward the coast.

It ends in Wilmington, North Carolina,

and connects there to Route 17 South,

which is quite near the Atlantic Ocean.

- Perfect.

* Feeling's right

* Only took a spark to start this fire.

* You're the only drug who gets me high

* Can't get enough

* You're my pick me up when I feel blue

* When I'm on the rocks, you pull me through

- Thanks again, Dad, for paying off my student loans.

You could have used the money to retire.

- Glad something good came from the insurance settlement.

I still don't understand your new job.

- I'm going to be the assistant director

of a regional theater in St. Petersburg.

- I know that's your title.

But what is it you're going to do?

- I'll help choose the plays.

Some new, some touring out of New York.

Work on fundraising.

Increasing the audience.

All sorts of things?

- Is that good?

- Yeah, Dad.

It's very good.

- So, no more acting?

All that preparation, auditions?

I guess I just don't understand why you didn't get

an MBA if you were tired of acting.

- I wanted to come at theater from

a different angle, Dad, okay?

And this job gives me that chance.

- When you were a kid,

I was always so proud, 'cause I thought you were like me.

- You never told me that.

- Oh, sure I did.

- No, you didn't.

- Well, now I think you're like your mom.

(chuckles)

- Yeah, I don't think so.

- Yeah, I think so.

You're creative like she was, I'm not.

(acoustic music)

- Can I ask you something?

How come you and Mom never had a baby after me?

- We tried, but it wasn't as easy as we expected.

- Did she have trouble getting pregnant again?

- We had a baby before you.

Stillborn.

A boy.

- Mom never told me that.

- And then she had a miscarriage after.

(sighs)

She hated to talk about it.

- Why?

- I think it made her feel like a bad parent.

- Dad,

I'm sorry that you may miss out on being a grandfather.

- Did you and Kevin talk about having kids?

- By the time I was ready to try,

he was ready to go.

- You don't owe me grandchildren, Jenny.

- I know.

I know.

But I could adopt, as a single mom, maybe.

In a few years.

- You could, indeed.

- [Joe] Recalculating.

- Where are we?

- [Joe] Recalculating.

- I don't know.

He's been recalculating for 15 minutes.

- [Joe] Recalculating.

- Okay, yeah, Joe, I know, but why?

Where are we?

- [Joe] Recal-recal-cal-cal-cal-calculating.

- Okay, guys, I think we could all use a break.

- I can drive a few more hours.

We can keep going if you want.

Your way, absolutely.

Reminds me of summer vacations when you were a kid.

- I always wondered when Mom would show up.

- That isn't fair.

- It's the truth.

- [Young Jennifer] You said yesterday

she'd be here tomorrow.

- [Flashback Dad] I know, honey.

- That's today.

- [Flashback Dad] You're too smart for me.

- [Young Jennifer] So, when is she coming?

- [Flashback Dad] I don't know, honey.

(sand thudding)

- [Dan] That's not the way it was.

- Jenny.

Hi.

(laughing)

- Look, Dad taught me to blow bubbles.

- Ah.

I brought the manuscript with me.

- Do you know how to blow bubbles, mommy?

- No, honey, Daddy tried to teach me, but I can't.

Just show what you're doing, huh?

- Listen, I loved Mom, but work was most important to her,

and it always came first.

- She loved you very much.

- Writing always seemed to come so easily to Mom.

- Ten by Grace took her five years to write.

Her other books each took her a couple of years apiece.

- I hate that her sales went up after she died.

- I know.

- I remember that column she used to write

for the local weekly.

- Nearly News.

- Yeah, right, Nearly News.

She wrote that every week for 27 years.

- Why didn't she stop once her books were successful?

- Loyalty.

Mark McGuiness, the editor, paid her

when nobody else would even look at her writing.

And,

- And?

- There was something else going on between them.

- How did I not know that?

Are you sure?

- You were just a kid.

I walked in on them.

(sighing)

- I had no idea.

Dad, how could she?

Why?

- A million reasons.

No reason.

- But you didn't leave.

- No.

- How can you be so calm?

- That was a long time ago.

- I'm sorry, Dad.

- Thanks.

(truck beeping and clanging)

You know what would be great right now?

A latte with cinnamon and whipped cream.

- You think we're gonna find something

like that on this road?

- [Joe] For a latte, turn left in zero point six miles.

- [Jennifer] I dunno.

- [Dan] Listen to Joe.

- [Joe] You are approaching your destination on the left.

- They walked in.

A good-looking man, dark, followed by a gorgeous brunette.

Tall, penetrating eyes.

Everything about her said

trouble.

(laughing)

I'm sorry, I'm a writer.

I like to practice my narrational skills.

- I'm Dan.

Would we have read anything that you've written?

- Sorry, no, I'm not published as yet.

- [Jennifer] Ah, well.

- But doesn't stop me from trying.

- No, you have to keep trying.

My mom was a writer.

Her first book was a collection of short stories

called Ten by Grace, but she wasn't successful until

- Woah.

You're Grace Giraldi's daughter?

- I am.

- Oh my God.

A Cook's Tales is my favorite book.

She was phenomenal.

See that?

I drove 75 miles to a reading at a bookstore to see her.

She passed too soon.

We all lost an awful lot when we lost her.

- Thanks, Joe.

- Sorry.

Listen, I'm so happy to meet you both.

Can I get you something?

Coffee, desert?

- Thank you, yes, a small coffee with milk for me, please.

- Certainly.

- Could you get me a latte with whipped cream and cinnamon?

- You must think me a provincial, sir.

Indeed I can.

- Hey, Uncle Joe, the cookies are ready

if you want to try one.

- Cookies?

- [Young Man] Red velvet chocolate chip.

- I am in Heaven.

(chuckling)

Can I buy the whole batch?

- Really?

- Not for nothing, pal, but I have never seen

anybody react to cookies in this manner in this place.

But you're indeed welcome.

Give me a paper bag.

(CD player whirring)

(folk music)

* I remember when I first came home without you

* I remember how it seemed

* That was way before you taught me how to doubt you

* That was when I still believed

* But oh, the loss of innocence

* That debt I owe to you

* You taught me how to trust again

* And then not too untrue

* And I don't blame the circumstance

* For tearin' us apart

* 'Cause I'm quite sure it all comes back to you

* It's my responsibility

* To find the happy way

* And when you said you'd help me, I agreed

- [Dan] You're not gonna be coming

to any more Mets games with me.

- We can check out the Tampa Bay Rays.

- They use the designated hitter in that league.

- So?

- It's not real baseball.

(sighing)

- That's ridiculous.

- I'm a traditionalist.

- They've been better than the Mets for years.

Plus, we can check out the Buccaneers.

- Football should be played in miserable weather.

(car clicking)

- [Jennifer] Oh, damn it.

- [Dan] What?

- [Jennifer] Do you hear that knocking?

- [Dan] Yeah.

- [Jennifer] My mechanic told me he'd fixed that.

That is so annoying.

Shit.

(brakes squealing)

- [Dan] Get out!

- Dad, are you okay?

Did you hit your head?

- I'm okay.

That night.

When I got the call.

My worst fears.

I always worried when she went on those book tours.

I should have been with her.

- Dad, you couldn't have done anything.

- She was in her car.

Alone.

(sighing)

- I can smell that that thing's not driving anywhere today.

- [Jennifer] I know.

- See, there was this alligator.

- If you could give us any kind of help,

we'd really appreciate it.

- I can get one of my guys to tow it.

- Your guys?

- I run an auto repair shop.

Just a couple of miles from here.

- That's great, yeah.

What should I do with the keys?

- Leave 'em under the seat.

I can drive you all to a motel if you like.

Rates aren't bad this time of year.

- Yes, thank you, we appreciate it.

Oh, Dad.

Thank you so much.

I don't know how to repay you.

- Call me tomorrow.

Will Jackson's Garage?

I thought it was yours.

- Oh, it is.

That's my ex's name.

I started the place when were still married.

- Thank you.

- Forgot your coffee.

- Ah, jeez.

Thank you so much.

- You hungry?

- Starving.

(soft music)

(gum popping)

(applauding)

(groans)

I'm dying for a shower, but I'm just gonna have

to put on the same dirty clothes.

I'm gonna try to get our bags.

- How?

- It's not that far, Dad, we can totally walk.

- Maybe it's a cellphone number.

- I can see my car.

(phone ringing)

I want my damn clothes.

Oh, dad, this is kind of loose.

Maybe I can jimmy it.

- I don't think that's a good idea.

- I'm not gonna steal anything.

- I dunno, Jenny.

- Dad, I did this like a hundred times

at my apartment in New York.

- Stop right there, or I'll shoot.

What the heck are you doing?

- I want clean clothes.

- Good Lord, girl.

You could have just walked next door and knocked,

I would have let you in.

- Annie, I'm sorry, I didn't know that was your house.

- Car wash and dry cleaners are mine, too.

In case you were thinking of breaking into one of them.

- I told her it wasn't a good idea.

- You run them all by yourself?

- With my partner.

- Hi.

I'm Darlene.

- Why don't you folks come over for some sweet tea?

Then I'll give you all a ride back to the motel.

- Oh, we don't want to put you out.

- What if I put a shot of vodka in that sweet tea?

(chuckling)

- I know I smell, and I look like shit, but

I feel a whole lot better now.

- Good.

- [Jennifer] Can I ask you a question?

- Sure.

- Do you and Annie have any problems here?

- Problems?

Doesn't everybody?

- No, I mean, as a lesbian couple.

- Ah.

- I know I'm being awfully direct, so,

I'll blame the vodka.

- Okay.

- Listen, I'm not just being nosy.

My soon-to-be ex-husband grew up in a town

a lot like this one, and he finally came out of the closet.

- And ended the marriage.

- Met his dad at the wedding.

- Yeah, his family is not amused.

- I don't really think of myself as gay.

I just love Annie.

And folks see what they wanna see.

- What do you mean?

- We don't kiss or hold hands in public.

So folks can think what they want.

They hear us damned on Sunday, and they

like us fine the rest of the week.

- What am I missin'?

- Life.

Love.

The usual shit.

(chuckling)

(country music)

* Someday I will make you mine

* Someday we will be just fine

* And you will love me like you never loved before

* You will love me and I'll never want for more

* And I will never break your heart

* We will never fall apart

* And we won't have to hide the wounds beneath our clothes

* We won't have to, 'cause there's nothing we won't know

* They won't break us down

* They won't break us down

* Things will come around

* Thins will come around

* Everything will be alright

- You go for a run?

- I just finished.

Any word on the car?

- She said to call this afternoon.

Feels good, right?

- Sweetness.

- I'll meet you back.

* We could even move into a small, small town

* And we can teach our kids the good things that we know

- What can I get you, honey?

- Hi, could I please get an eggwhite omelette

with seven grain bread and olive oil on the side?

- You want what, honey?

- Scrambled eggs and toast.

- Coffee?

- Cafe au lait?

- A what?

- Coffee with milk.

- Okay.

- Thank you.

(phone ringing)

Oh.

Megan.

- Hey.

I just have a minute, but I wanted to give you a heads up.

- Uh-oh, what happened?

- Nothing bad.

Bob O'Connor saw your selfie and called to get your number.

He left my firm late last year,

and opened up an office in South Carolina.

- Woman, does anyone every stay at your firm?

- I did.

- Yeah, that's because you made partner by 30.

- True.

Listen, he's had a thing for you since you got drunk

at my Christmas party two years ago.

- I did not.

- Oh, yes you did, Senorita.

I gave him your number.

Bye.

- Wait, wait, what, Megan?

(phone ringing)

Oh.

Hello?

(toothbrush vibrating)

Do you want me to get you something to eat before I go out?

What's wrong?

- That noise, I thought.

- What?

- It was one of those devices women use when.

(chuckling)

- A vibrator?

Dad, I've been brushing my teeth twice a day,

and that's what you thought.

- Any news on the car?

- Annie said it will be ready tomorrow.

(groans)

I don't even wanna think about what it's gonna cost.

- I can give you money if you need it.

- No, Dad, thanks.

You sure you're okay with being alone tonight?

- I'm just gonna relax.

- Okay.

(soft acoustic music)

- This place is pretty good for Italian food in the south.

I mean, it's not Little Italy, but it's okay.

- It's hard to ruin spaghetti and meatballs.

- That's true.

- How did you end up in South Carolina?

- I grew up here.

- Oh, sorry.

Wow, you don't sound southern.

- Why, Miss Jennifer, I do declare.

Is that more of what you were looking for?

- Yep.

- No, I was born in New York.

My dad was working in the garment business,

and he got transferred down here when I was eight.

- So, you go both ways?

(chuckling)

- I guess I was just looking for a slower rhythm.

And this town just fit.

- Yeah.

Me too.

Ready, for a slower pace I mean.

Did Megan tell you I'm moving to Florida?

- Yeah.

She would have enjoyed our conversation.

- We had a conversation?

- You made it clear that you had a husband.

- Well,

we're definitely done.

- Well, that's great.

I mean, I'm so terribly sorry.

(chuckling)

- I'm

suddenly not all that hungry.

(blinds cracking)

- I'll lose my deposit.

(panting)

(country music)

- Hi.

- Hi.

- Are you new in town?

I don't think I've seen you here before.

- No.

I mean, yes.

I'm here with my daughter on the way to Florida.

Be here a couple of days.

- Welcome.

I'm Beth.

- Thanks, I'm Dan.

- Hope you're enjoying Myrtle Beach.

- I like it a lot.

- Would you like to dance?

- I dunno.

(laughing)

Rock and roll is more my style.

- Me too.

Might be fun.

- Let's give it a try.

- Yeah?

- Yeah.

* You're the drug that gets me high

* I can't get enough

* You're my pick me up when I feel blue

(kissing)

(country music)

(soft acoustic music)

- Would you like to sit?

- No.

* I'm looking for your love

* Following around here

* Sort of in this time last year

* I'm still looking for your love

* Lovin' you made me be

* The best version of me

* Even more than your kiss

* I think that's what I miss

* So, I'm still lookin' for your love

* Even more than your kiss

* I think that's what I miss

* I'm still lookin' for your love

(moaning)

- Good morning.

- [Jennifer] Good morning.

- Is anything wrong?

- Nothing really.

My dad just didn't get back to me.

Morning.

(kissing)

(chuckling)

- If you give me a minute, I'll drive you to your motel.

(kiss)

- It's okay.

Hey Dad.

(phone vibrating)

Shit.

Yes, I'll hold.

- Jennifer.

- Son of a bitch.

- Beth, this is my daughter, Jennifer.

- Oh, it is so nice to meet you.

- Likewise.

- Beth and I met at the roadhouse.

She told me how to country prance.

I haven't had so much fun in years.

- [Jennifer] Sure.

- Your dad is a natural.

- Beth is a math teacher, isn't that great?

- Like, crazy?

- That's wonderful.

- I'm sorry I didn't call, but we were having so much fun,

I just lost all track of time.

- Beth, it's nice to meet you, but would you mind

if I had a moment with my dad, please.

- Sure, yes.

(kiss)

Call me.

(murmuring)

- You are not my boss.

Doesn't look like you were sitting up all night worrying.

- Yeah, well at least I sent you a text message.

You just didn't come home.

I'm sorry, Dad.

(zipper clicking)

Did you hear me?

I said I'm sorry.

- I heard you.

- I do think you should have called, alright?

You'd want the same from me, but

I shouldn't have yelled.

- You've been bugging me about dating,

and I do, and now you have a fit.

- Dad, that wasn't a date, that wasn't getting out,

that was a one night stand.

- If I see her again, it won't be.

- I just wish you'd called.

- You too.

- I sent you a text message.

- I didn't get it.

- Because you left your cell phone here.

- Does everybody in this world have to have

their cell phone in their face all the time?

(drawers rattling)

- So?

How was it with Beth?

The good news is the car is ready.

Hey, Joe.

Joe?

- [Joe] There go my performance ratings.

- We know it's not your fault.

- We don't have to stop in Savannah.

- Yeah we do, even if it's just for a few hours.

Buckle, oh you did.

Well done, Dad.

- [Joe] I hope you both used protection.

- [Jennifer] Joe.

- [Joe] You too, Dan.

It's not just pregnancy you gotta worry about.

Check out the pamphlet in the glove compartment.

Sorry about the public service announcement.

(rock music)

- Spanish moss is even creepier in person.

I mean, not creepy in a bad way,

but not like anything I've ever seen.

Mom would have loved it.

So, Dad, this is Sherman's headquarters.

Green Meldrim Mansion.

The owner offered the use of the house to Sherman.

It's so pretty.

We've got time to walk a bit more.

- Need a drink.

(phone ringing)

It's hot in here.

- Mmhmm.

- Where's the bartender?

- What can I get ya?

- Whatever you've got on tap would be great, thanks.

What's going on with you?

- Should have brought your mom here when she was alive.

- Thanks.

- Hey, beautiful.

I got something better for you to do

than drink with this old guy.

Now, you hear me?

I'll take you down to Chinatown, girl.

(moaning)

What the?

- You had that coming for a long time, Jimmy.

- Let's go.

- Hey, beautiful.

Oh, I have always wanted to do that,

but I can't believe I actually did.

- Careful, next one's liable to hit back.

- He called you old man.

- Eh, I could have taken him.

Have any more water?

- [Jennifer] No, sorry, Dad, I forgot

to refill it this morning.

- [Dan] Lemonade.

- [Jennifer] Oh, Dad.

- [Dan] Pull over.

- Good morning.

Welcome to Gourmet Lemonade.

What can I get for you today?

- Aren't you a little old to be running a lemonade stand?

- Well, sir, the economy is in a sustained downturn,

with limited upswing in employment,

so I figured I would start my own business.

I got an inspiration for this awesome startup,

but with my student loans, this all I could capitalize.

- How much for a small?

- Well, these cups are all made from 100% recycled material.

The lemons are organic, and I garnish each beverage

with just a touch of mint and basil.

- How much?

- Well, that small's $2.75, but for just one dollar more,

you could get a large.

- Kind of expensive, but okay, I'll take the large.

- Okay, great.

(lemonade rushing)

Thank you.

(hands clapping)

Smell that.

Okay, there you go.

(lid clicking)

Oh, I'm sorry, I only have lids for the small cups.

- Why didn't you say so?

- Sorry.

- Tell you what.

I'll take two small cups, and split

the large up into those, and then cover them.

- Oh, I'm sorry, I actually can't do that.

- Why not?

- It'll compromise my inventory control.

- But it's just you, what difference will it make?

- Sir, I have big plans for this business.

I'm aiming for an IPO in a few years.

Oh, I'm sorry, that's an accounting term,

you wouldn't understand.

- I am an accountant.

Look, I'll take a big sip out of the large,

and pour the rest into the small.

- I'm sorry, that's against the rules.

Actually, I can't do that.

- I hope you get audited.

Start the car!

- Wait, stop!

(groaning)

Thief! - Floor it.

(glass pounding)

- Hey, hey!

- Half my age, he couldn't catch me.

Ha!

Want some?

It's great. - No.

You earned that.

- We don't have to scatter your mom's ashes right away.

- Oh no, we're doing that together, Dad.

- You wanna drive straight through?

- [Jennifer] Let's just take our time.

(bluesy music)

* Beaten path leading nowhere

* To a one way street from here

* The lost can still be found again

* In this land where time stands still

- I'm really sorry this is taking so long.

- Take your time.

Where are you from?

- Queen.

NYC.

We moved here because my parents thought

that this might be a better place to run a motel.

Less competition, you know?

That was my dad, he talks like that.

- Oh, if you need an accountant.

- Dad, please, relax.

- Oh, do you know what I really want to be?

Not an accountant.

I kinda wanna be a rapper.

- That's cool.

- I know.

My parent's don't really think so, though.

Do you wanna see,

okay.

* Three, two one.

* Check it.

* My parents don't approve of my choice of career

* I be good in the hood, but instead I be here

* Jackson Heights is where I hail from, born and raised

* I'm so proud of my roots, the ladies call my name

* Rajiv

* And what

- Nice. - [Rajiv] Thanks.

- Do you wanna rap professionally?

- Yes.

And I think that would be a viable career option.

But I decided, instead, to be a good son

and stay here and help my parents run the business.

So.

(machine whirring)

We got it.

Here is your receipt.

- Great.

- And these are your keys.

(snoring)

- Shit, someone stole my car.

- I doubt that.

- What?

- Nobody would steal your car, honey.

- Then where the hell is it?

(grunts)

It was parked right here.

- Here?

- Yes.

- We stayed right there.

- Ma'am, this area belongs to the other motel.

The White Sand spaces are over there.

Your car was probably towed.

You can call this number.

- My mother was in that car.

- You left your mother in the car overnight?

- No, no, no, her ashes.

- We're scattering them in Florida.

- They were in a coffee can in the backseat.

- I'm sorry for your loss, folks.

Let me see what I can do.

Just give this to the guy at the tow lot,

and he'll have the car ready for you.

- $25, seriously?

- Yeah, we do take credit cards, ma'am.

- You're sure the decimal points not in the wrong place,

like $250, $2,500?

Thank you.

Thank you.

- No worries, ma'am.

- I figured we'd go to the end of the pier and do it there.

Okay?

- Perfect.

Thanks for finding this.

- I spent an afternoon exploring

when I came out for the interview.

(seagulls squaking)

He texted again, asking for her ashes.

- Can I help you folks.

- We were just,

- We were just scattering my wife's ashes, officer.

Why, is there a problem?

- That's not permitted on public land

anywhere in the start of Florida.

- But they're biodegradable.

- It's the law.

Make no mistake, I will give you

a summons if I catch you doing that.

- Yes, sir.

We won't sir.

- You are allowed to scatter ashes at sea.

As long as you're three nautical miles out.

- Okay, thank you.

- Sorry for your loss.

- Well, that sucks.

- [Joe] We have arrived.

- {Jennifer] Yep.

- Looks nice.

Have the key?

It's nice.

- It's

depressing.

(sighing)

- You can always buy new furniture.

(sighing)

- Thanks, Dad.

I really appreciate you schlepping

all the way down here with me.

- Now I can get a flight out of here.

- No you're not.

You're gonna stay and help me scatter her ashes.

(sighing)

(phone clicking)

- Show me what you're wearing to this Florida fundraiser.

- What?

You really wanna see?

Okay.

(keys rattling)

(groans)

Okay.

I'm not totally sure about this dress.

- You look perfect.

- Thanks, Dad.

- Try this on.

- It's Mom's shawl.

- Got it at a flea market.

(chuckling)

- Okay, Joe.

Just a short drive today, and with a little luck,

this will be our daily commute.

- [Joe] All of my St. Petersburg maps have been updated

to ensure the best possible routes and detours.

I recommend keeping a bathing suit

in the trunk of the car.

You never know when a beach opportunity might show up.

And you look great in a bathing suit, Jen.

- Joe?

Thanks for getting us here safely.

You did great.

- [Joe] Oh, you're welcome.

And you know, Dan, I'm actually gonna miss you.

- Jennifer, I am so sorry to keep you waiting.

- It's great to see you.

- You too.

- Dad, this is my new boss, Tom McKennon.

He's the director of the theater.

- Dan Giraldi, great to meet you.

- It's good to meet you, too.

- Nice theater.

- You know, it was built in 1921.

(applauding and cheering)

Over a hundred productions since then.

(sighing)

- I'm done with acting.

(sighing)

- Do you know anyone who can rent us a boat

to take us out three nautical miles?

(engine churning)

- So, this is it?

- Think so.

- Can I just have a moment with her?

(soft music)

Wait.

I wanna give some to Kevin.

- You're sure?

- Yeah.

- Ready?

Grace,

I love you.

I really do.

I'll see you around.

(sniffling)

- I wish we could have spent more time together, Mom.

I think we're a lot more alike than we ever knew.

I love you.

(soft acoustic music)

- I have a need.

- Megan.

How's my favorite hotshot lawyer?

- [Megan] Hi, Mr. G, I'm good.

How's Jen doing?

- She's okay.

A little nervous.

But her boss is a great guy.

And the weather is wonderful.

- [Megan] I bought a plane ticket to visit her in January.

- You're a good friend.

- [Megan] She'd do the same for me.

She's done more than that.

You doin' okay?

- Yeah.

I wasn't, but now I am.

- [Megan] I'm glad.

Take care.

- You too.

- [Megan] Okay, bye.

- You know, it's usually the older folks

that move down here from Jersey.

- Yeah.

- Kinda funny, your daughter moves down here and not you.

- Guess so.

Hey, slow down just a little.

You ever been in there?

- My sister lives there.

- Nice?

- It's beautiful, it's right on the bay.

- What's so funny?

- There's a lot of women in there.

You know, divorced widows most of them.

There's not a lot of men.

(rock music)

* I pulled out at leavin' time

* Uncertain of which way to turn.

- This is Special Police Officer Jimmy Beaver.

(laughing)

Jimmy Beaver to Beaver, Jr.

Come in, Beaver, Jr.

- [Director] Cut.

- I'd like a chocolate malt and a small fries, please.

Thank you.

I love her.

If they love you, they come back.

She's not coming back.

This man is the most attractive man I've ever seen.

I got nothin', I got nothin'.

(laughing)

Nothin'.

- [Director] Cut.

- Who wants a ticket?

No worries.

I don't have any worries.

About anything

* Down the road

* Yeah, leavin' behind all my regrets

* There's no for sure if a detour

* Will get you want to go

* Maybe gettin' off track can be the only way

* Back home

* I've always followed the road most traveled

* Afraid of going on my own

* But I'm high on this feeling, hands on the wheel

* And flyin' through the great unknown

* Tomorrow's sky is blue

* Around every corner, there's hope

* I can't wait to see what's waitin' for me down the road

* Down the road

* A brighter day up ahead

* Down the road

* Yeah, leavin' behind all my regrets

* There's no for sure if a detour

* Can get you where you wanna go

* Maybe gettin' off track can be the only way back home

* Down the road

* A brighter day up ahead

* Down the road

* Yeah, leavin' behind all my regrets

* There's no for sure if a detour

* Will get you where you wanna go

* Maybe gettin' off track can be the only way back home

* Maybe gettin' off track can be the only way back

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