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- Hi.
- Hi.

Hang on a sec, hang on.

- Happy Thanksgiving, Greg!
- Wow.

You scared me.

What are you doing here?

- Hello, again.
- Hello, again.

- I'm back.
- You are back, virtually on time.

Right on time,
and I'm back for more, Greg.

Are you ready for more?

- Greg?
- Yes, Es...

- Es...
- Esmeralda.

Esmeralda.

It's very nice to meet you,
Greg.

It's nice to meet you,
Esmeralda.

Please, come in.

Thank you very much Greg.

My apologies.

Apologies, for what?

For being late.

Uh, are you late?

I am, two minutes late.

Aren't you going to let me in?

You're in.

Couple of minutes
isn't even late.

Couple of minutes is well
within the margin of error.

It's Thursday at eight.

- I'm aware.
- Eight on the dot, oh,

8:02, so margin of error.

Esme... Ana, Ana.

- Hey, sorry, not sorry.
- Shannon!

Mom, I am just
saying that if everything

this weekend is going
to be as tedious

as that ridiculous dinner was,

I'm going to call you
to bail me out every time.

I'm not going to leave
your commencement early.

Every time I turned around,
somebody else

was congratulating me.

Congratulations.

Sounds traumatic.

It was like they were giving us

one last final exam, you know,
it was a test

of endurance, make small talk,

reveal your plans
for the future,

pin yourself down,
as your college experience

flashes before your eyes.

Oh, it sounds rough.

On and on and on.

- Ana?
- Really?

So, how was your week?

Was it on
and on and on for you too?

I was having a nice time.

My graduation,
now that was boring,

and it was hot, God it was hot.

School wrapping up?

Did I say I was in school?

You got a coatrack.

You shouldn't be here.

- I shouldn't?
- No.

Hm, should have cancelled then.

Mom, where are we going?

I made reservations
at that restaurant

that we went to
when I visited you,

your sophomore year,
La Bella Pascolo.

- It's on us, Ana.
- Oh,

thank you so much, Ms. Cavana.

Stacy.

- Had to check in.
- Check in. Oh, of course,

- no apology necessary. Check in with...?
- My driver.

- No, never mind, it's...
- It's okay.

- ...not any of mine...
- It's okay, Greg.

I'm sorry.

I have to let him
know when I'm here,

and when I'm leaving.

No pause for sorry.

Standard operating procedure.

It's still the appointment,
Greg.

That's why I'm here, Greg.
You've got a very

nice coatrack, Greg.

You could have cancelled.

You didn't call
or email my booker

to cancel with at least
24 hours' notice.

I figured you...
you'd be celebrating.

I can start tomorrow.

It can wait.

It'll still all
be over tomorrow.

It's going to be fun, guys.

It's better than rubber chicken
and steamed vegetables

- on campus, right?
- I was having a nice time.

Were you good in school?

- You can't tell?
- I can tell,

I just want to hear you say it.

Hear me say it, why?

Because I'm not sure
you say you're good

at anything often enough.

I say it plenty.

Say it.

Say what?

Say, "I was good in school."

I was good at school.

That's hot.

- Wine?
- Please.

Wait!

- Ta-da!
- Wow.

I brought wine.

Ana, allow this to be
the first of several times,

over the course of this weekend,
that I thank you

for being such a positive
influence on my daughter.

Okay.

I try my best,
but your reach across

the Atlantic is a lot longer
than you think, Ms. Cavana.

Ana, please, Stacy.

Stacy, sorry.

I address my elders with
their appropriate titles.

Well, thank you for joining us.

How do you feel?

- I told you.
- Yes,

- but it bears repeating.
- Okay.

I feel good.

I feel very good.

So, I assume you've already
had Thanksgiving dinner?

Hm.

No, not really.

I'm home by myself during break.

You're all alone, huh?

Have you girls talked
about extending your lease?

No. Not yet.

Oh, Ana,
are you going to the beach

next week with everyone?

No, I'm afraid not.

Ana has to work.

I have to work,
I have to work, I have to work.

I'm not blowing an internship

just to spend
a week at the beach.

She's just not a big fan of fun.

Well, the absolute value
of present no fun is future fun.

Nice, Ana.
You know you should take a page

out of her book, Shannon.

Duly noted, duly noted.

La Bella Pascolo is
the next left, Stacy.

Okay, text your guy.
Let him know

everything's okay, right?

That's SOP?

That's right, it is.

Damn.

Yo!

I need a ride.

Hm, you need a car.

There is no guy, Esme.

Come on, bro.

Where are we going?

She needs help.

Right,
there's nobody downstairs,

you don't have a booker.

You haven't checked in
since August, so spare me.

How do you know
that I didn't call

someone for this very occasion?

Because you're a tough guy, Ana,

Esmeralda,
and you're here all alone.

You've been here
all alone since August,

so theoretically
I could decide to never

let you leave, if I was that
sort of person, which I'm not!

- It's pretty fucking...
- Which I'm not...

...dark, Greg.

Would you like a glass of wine?

Wine?

- You opened the bottle, Greg.
- Yes, I did.

- No, thank you, no.
- Oh.

- It's okay.
- Really?

Really,
don't worry about it.

Esme.

Yes?

Uh, how much wine have
you already had tonight?

None!

None?

How much of anything
have you already had tonight?

None, yet.

Really, I'm sorry.

Forget it.

I don't need anything.

Okay. What does that mean?

It means I'm happy, Greg.

Stop it, Ana!

No, no.

You don't use my name,
you don't get to use my name.

You use my name...

It is ridiculous
for me to use that name,

- when I know your name.
- Wow.

"Wow" doesn't win an argument.

Maybe I should call a cop.

Relax, you've smacked me
twice in the last two minutes,

so I think we both know
how safe you feel.

Unclutch your pearls, tough guy.

I'd call it...
sparse yet urbane.

- Urbane.
- You know what urbane means, Greg?

Yes, I do, Esmeralda.

Urbane means... sophisticated.

Sophisticated?

I'll allow it.

Very good, Greg.

A lot of books, a lot of books,
Greg.

It's not that many.

You read all these books?

Of course not.

But everyone who walks in here

assumes you have, right?

You bring people in here,
your friends... a girl.

You bring her in here,
and she sees all these books,

and she thinks, "Ooh,
this Greg character

sure is urbane, isn't he?"

That might just be you.

And like always,
you're ready.

What percentage
do I say I've read?

- You could leave, you should leave.
- But I'm here.

But I'm not saying,
by standing mute, these girls,

women you bring in here, they
think the percentage is 100%.

Standing mute?

Are you in law school?

No, no.

Grad school will be
the year after next.

Biochemistry.

Biochemistry.

I wasn't even in the ballpark.

You weren't even within
a tank of gas of a ballpark.

I'm embarrassed.

I could have sworn law school.

Why?

Because I say, "I'll allow it."

Trust me,
I spend half my time saying

"I'll allow it,"
or "I won't allow it."

- All right, tough guy.
- Tough guy?

Hm, I am a tough guy.

I'm here for the hour,

and don't fucking tell me
to relax.

Okay, fine.

- Take it.
- What?

Take it,
if that's what you want.

- Take it?
- You're here,

on time, within the margin
of error,

so take it.

To new stages.

- Take it?
- Take it...

and get the fuck out of here.

New stages.

Mm.

So, what shall we do tonight?

So, these girls, they see Willie
Shakespeare, Billy Faulkner.

They see Eddie Conlon,
Lorrie Moore.

Biochemistry, you must be smart.

Nah,
just the one mistake they made.

They see all these and they
think, "Ooh, hundred percent."

It's a box, Ana.

You are aware
that I also attended

- that school?
- Oh, really?

Are you looking to get
an alumni discount grade?

For next week?

- Does that exist?
- No.

Who the fuck
do you think you are?

I didn't know.

- You had no right.
- I had no idea!

Bullshit.

I'm busy next week anyway.

Are you?

- No.
- You knew the whole time!

- I did not, I did...
- Yeah, the whole fucking year!

- I didn't.
- Every time you looked at me, and then

you just show up,
without any warning.

- I didn't have any warning.
- You know how creepy that is?

What lines you crossed?

Rough order of magnitude?

You know what a rough
order of magnitude is?

I know what a rough order
of magnitude is, Esme.

Esme?

- You don't like Esme?
- You don't like Esmeralda?

Too many syllables.

Well, you just need to practice.

It is my name.

Esme is not
the same as Esmeralda.

I'm streamlining it by 50%.

Ha, so you're a math guy, okay.

Math guy, what percentage?

Sixty three percent.

Sixty three percent?

Not 62.5, or, or five eighths?

Oh, I get it,
you're rounding up.

Six three percent, Esme.

Whatever you say, Gre.

I've read some
of them more than once.

- So more than 63%.
- That doesn't work though,

because theoretically
you can read

any book an unlimited
amount of times,

so the number of possible
books to read is infinite so...

so again the percentage
would drop way down.

Way down.

Why don't you drop way down
onto that couch, Greg?

Okay.

Have you been thinking
of getting in touch

with me for a long time?

What do you mean?

Did you have
to build up the nerve?

Did you start to contact me,
then change your mind?

Were you scared?

Scared?

No.

You didn't go back and forth?

You didn't waver?

Maybe a couple times,

before finally going
through with it?

You were scared.

- No.
- So I'm wrong?

- Don't be too hard on yourself.
- Oh.

Don't worry about that.

Why would I have
to build up the nerve?

Because... this is
pretty urbane, Greg.

- It is.
- Well...

if it's not urbane now,

it's certainly going to be.

It's going to be
rather urbane, Greg.

You think about me today?

Since you emailed me last night?

Since you texted me back.

That's right.

Since I texted you back.

Didn't know
if you were for real,

if your pictures were real.

Well... here I am.

Am I for real?

It appears so.

I am real,
and you couldn't think

about anything else all day.

You were out of the building
exactly at five,

so you'd have enough time
to prepare for me.

At six, but yes.

And now that I'm here, do I look

like my pictures, Greg?

You look better
than your pictures, Esmeralda.

You can say my name.

You know, you look worried.

I'm not worried.

You have nothing to worry about.

- Okay.
- Okay?

It is okay.

You've built up the nerve,
and this takes nerve.

And now...
we're going to have some fun.

It's very nice to meet you,
Greg.

It's nice to meet you,
Esmeralda.

And I heard, I mean, I heard it
was really good though.

- Good evening.
- Oh, good evening.

Good evening.

Uh, Cavana.

Cavana, four, eight o'clock?

Yeah, we're a touch early,
I'm sorry.

- Four?
- Has it entire party arrived?

- Uh, yeah.
- Mom?

Um, he's coming up
right behind us.

This was impromptu. Uh.

He's predicting 15 minutes.

We don't normally seat parties
until everyone's arrived.

- Mom, you're kidding.
- Shannon, relax.

Don't tell me to relax.

So, perhaps
you could all wait at the bar,

until he gets here.

Thank you.

Look, I'm sorry.

Tell me, tell me Greg,
what is it?

What is it that
you're sorry for?

I mean if you didn't know,

if you did not know,

then what is it
that you're sorry for?

You couldn't even get
this off me.

You're horrible at this.

So, finals are wrapping up?

Yeah, yeah, they're,
they're still going,

and then it's summer sessions.

So, lectures,
labs, an internship.

Yeah, it's time management,
is all it is.

And look at that,
you got all that for free.

Uh, I'd say
the economic calculus

we're working here
is complicated.

Yes.

Math guy.

Okay.

I am in economics.

- Satisfied?
- Never.

Are you?

With your work?

You analyze the past, you make
predictions in the present,

the future makes you
right or wrong.

Using real money?

I'm an economist,
that's finance.

So, what does it matter
if you're right or wrong?

It does to me.

Yeah, I'm sure you go around

apologizing to everyone.

Your sorrys are for shit.

Your apologies hold no currency.

Hey, cut me some slack,
I'm trying

to get better every week.

Hey,
are you trying to get better?

Or do you actually
want to get better?

I actually want to get better,
coach.

Okay, then, we're going to keep
burning it until we get it right,

but not horrible.

Not horrible.

How do you know
I haven't told her?

How do you know
that I didn't tell her

the moment we walked out
of the restaurant?

Or your wife?

She's not my wife, and besides,

I could tell the two
of you were kind of,

you know, altered.

Oh, don't you fucking
dare judge me.

I'm not judging you.

I could have told her
whenever I wanted.

After the ceremony on Sunday,
that night,

whenever I wanted,
and I still could.

Or... maybe I already have.

You wouldn't be here.

You don't fucking know me.

I'm going to tell her.

Easy as a cup of coffee.

"Hey, girl, you
want to grab a cup of coffee?"

"Sure.

- I have to tell you something."
- "What is it?"

"It's pretty bad."
"What is it?"

"It's pretty fucking bad."

Wow, you really
drag it out, huh?

And then she would know
all about you.

Then she'd know all about you.

She already does.

No, she doesn't.

Nobody does.

You're a tough guy,
and you're not going to tell

anybody about me,
because you don't want anyone

to know about you, because
if people know about you,

and the things you're involved
in, then people might worry

about you, and where does anyone

get off worrying about you? So.

Relax, because nothing's
going to happen, okay?

We did a nice job
polishing this table though.

You could probably give
your maid the week off.

I can't afford both you
and Lupe, so I chose you.

Oh, and do you think
that all maids are Latina, Greg?

That came out horribly,
I'm sorry.

You just suck at banter.

I'm serious, that was stupid.

Did you mean anything by it?

No.

Then don't worry about it.

How long have you known?

As long as you.

- Right.
- Look, I'm sorry that it happened at all.

Oh what is this? Is this,
is this empathy now, Greg?

No, I'm involved
in this situation too.

Oh, you're in it too?
So then it,

so then it's not empathy,
so then, so then what is it?

- Look.
- Oh, it's self-pity then.

I'm sorry that it happened.

But you didn't know.

- Of course not.
- So you're sorry

for something that
you have no control over,

and you're apologizing
for...

...the random chaos
of the universe.

That's a pretty fucking
healthy ego, Greg.

Still a shitty thing
to say though, I'm sorry.

Well, do you make that racially

insensitive joke to every Latina

courtesan you have over here?

- No.
- Wait, what?

No, I don't.

Oh, well,

what racially insensitive
joke do you make

to every Latina courtesan
you have over here?

That question assumes
certain facts

simply not in evidence.

Better.

Not that you know
you're not free to have whom...

Oh, stop.

I mean, do whatever you want.

We won't see each other anymore.

Oh, you're not going
to see her anymore?

Oh, you won't see me.

Well... she's my friend.

- She is.
- What does that mean?

You've been trying
to purge her from your life...

Yeah,
and you've been taking notes.

You keep saying how you can't
wait to be rid of her.

And you acted so concerned,
so empathetic.

- I am empathetic.
- Acting so interested in my life.

Ana.

Okay, relax, I believe you.

I just wanted to talk.

Okay, fine.

You've been having fun.

Yeah.

Been enjoying it all week.

Did you always used
to cook big Thanksgivings?

Yeah, I did, back when,
when I did.

So, turkey sandwiches with wine?

Perfect. I asked the guy
in the liquor store

specifically
if this wine went well

- with leftover turkey sandwiches.
- What did he say?

"Buy something or get out!"

What am I, a fucking weirdo,
Greg?

- A fucking weirdo like you?
- Of course not.

Stop being so awkwardly
polite, you fucking weirdo.

How can you tell the difference
between me being

awkwardly polite,
and me just being polite?

Because your politeness
gets awkward

when you know you're
about to get in trouble,

not that you were
awkward last week.

No?

No, not awkward, not at all.

I mean I saw you,

and it was wild. It was,

it was fun seeing how
it was all going to play out.

How you were going to play it.

And I was good, huh?

Almost like you were
testing yourself.

I wasn't, trust me,
I was as shocked as you were.

Cool under pressure,
not awkward.

I guess that when
the chips are down,

back's against the wall,

and you're about
to get in trouble,

you managed to hold it
all altogether.

I guess so.

Like when you know
your narcissism

- is about to get you in trouble.
- Narcissism, huh?

Well, I'm no psychologist,
but if it's not narcissism,

it's something.

You were pretty cool yourself.

Occupational hazard.

Sounds rough.

Ego in the guise of empathy,
but... I can't abide

anyone empathizing with me,
right, Greg?

How about people just wanting
to know how you're doing?

Even if it means
you can't have fun

because you're working.

Have to work.

Trip go okay?

Oh, yeah, not horrible, thanks.

Not as quick as yours though.

I dropped what I was doing.

Thank you for texting.

So, they keep the dorms
open during the summer?

I live off campus.

Got a roommate?

Yeah.

She sticking around
for the summer?

Yeah, part of it anyway.

Sounds like you're not
too thrilled with her.

What the fuck are you doing?

Reinforcements.

Oh, my God, stop it.

You're actually like a baby,
get it together.

I'm not acting like anything.

He's an asshole.

He was an asshole
when he bailed on my mother,

and he is an asshole now.

How do you know?

Because everything
worked out fine for him.

She was alone with a kid halfway

around the world,
and for a few years,

it really did work for us.

And here you are,
doing pure blow,

about to graduate
from one of the best

schools in the fucking world.

Whatever.

You think this is pure?

What... Uh, fuck you.

You need something too.

Yeah, I need an Uber.

You're lucky I'm not
falling out of that window

and sprinting down the front
while they're looking for us now.

You're not allowed to,
not in my shoes.

These are my shoes.

Fuck off.

This is a fucking ambush.

My mother's going
to have an aneurism

when he just waltzes in here.

Your mother is going to be fine.

And of course he just lets him
just walk right in.

My God, what did he do to you?

- He left my mother.
- That's it?

You make him seen
like he's some kind of monster.

Not a monster.

Why does he always have
to be seen as a monster?

I don't know,
maybe cut him some slack.

You don't understand.

People leave every day.

Things change.

People leave all the time,
trust me.

Yeah, well...

that sucks.

Well, yeah, maybe he's trying
to make it up to you.

That's what you think.

I mean I don't know him,

but I think he's your father.

I think he's not a monster.

I think even your mother
can let shit go.

And I think that you need
all the good relationships

you can get right now.

Hm.

I think...
that you need to do a bump.

Fuck off.

Be my friend.

God damn it.

He steps out of line.

Hey, you know what,
maybe this is going to be good.

Not all relationships
have to stay the same.

The good ones do, stay the same.

No, the good ones change too.

You are a cynic.

So we're going
to skip over things like,

"Are you healthy?
Are you starving?

Do you have a roof
over your head?"

Well, for now.

I don't know
for how much longer.

Wait, what do you mean?

Well, my roommate threw
a little soiree last weekend

that has Miss. Colette,
my landlady, up in arms.

- Up in arms upset?
- Up in arms going to get a shotgun and chase

both of us bitches
back to Hayward.

You grew up in Hayward?

No, Richmond.

But... Hayward's
probably the closest

we're going to get to without
getting our credit checked.

Wait,
are you behind on your rent too?

She is,
couple of months if you add

the bits and pieces,
since the start of the year,

when I don't cover for her.

But fun's being had by all.

Yeah, it's okay,
I don't like the beach anyway.

By all, huh?

How much fun, exactly?

Relax.

Don't tell me to relax.

She's going to be fine.

If you say so.

Have you spoken with her?

Left a voicemail Sunday night.

You'll hear from her soon.

I know, she's busy having fun.

- Does she work?
- Uh.

Define work?

Does she have a job?

Currently.

Doing what?

- Waitress.
- So, she pays rent?

Yeah.

Yeah, but?

Yeah, but see,
the perks of being

a waitress
is that you make a lot

of cash under the table,
and nobody knows

how much you're
really getting paid,

including your roommate.

You work under the table too.

Yeah, but I pay my bills.

I don't know, Miss...

Miss. Colette is old,
and she's got

nothing to do,
and it's just bits and pieces.

It wouldn't be such
a big deal if...

she wasn't observing
that we were maintaining

our recreational budget.

Uh, but I thought
you said it wasn't we?

Hey, sometimes
I want to have fun too, dad.

That came out horribly wrong.

- Consider us even.
- I would like her

to be busy not having fun,
at a certain point.

Well, just because
you haven't been around her

24/7 for the past few years,

doesn't mean your work
ethic hasn't rubbed off.

She has a work ethic, huh?

When the chips are down.

She's got a stack of chips.

You do too.

Thanks.

She's slippery.

Be tougher.

It's your apartment,
throw her out.

Well, she's on the lease,

or she'll disappear
for four or five days,

and I get to worry about her,

as she ignores my texts,
before she blows back in

with the same clothes she left
in, five pounds lighter,

dick on her breath,
and maybe a bruise or two,

acting like nothing is wrong.

She was happy to see you.

- If you say so.
- I do.

I just would like
to have more of an idea.

Sometimes I get to tour
the local emergency rooms.

Wait, what, really?

Sure.

Bad?

Emergency is right in the title.

I'm her friend.

And she's been through a lot.

She has?

Well, that's all relative.

It's like my grandmother says.

People say, "My hangnail is
more painful than your cancer."

All right, hang on.

People will tell you my pad...
padra... padrastro.

Hangnail.

- Hangnail?
- Mm-hm.

People will tell you my hangnail

is more painful
than your cancer.

Mm-hm.

My Spanish blows.

No, she is not my mom,
she is my grandmother.

- Sounds rough.
- Mm, sounds rough.

It does.

How is she?

Your grandmother?

She's fine.

She does yoga.

She's younger than you.

Good, wait, what?

How... that, that's,
that's not possible, right?

How old do you think I am?

I don't know.

You certainly are meaner
than your pictures.

Oh.

You look terrific.

Being an expat suits you.

Thank you.

The salt and pepper suits you.

Oh, come on.

Are you still
deflecting compliments

like you think it's charming?

You're right, thank you.

So, you have to stick
around for school, huh?

Yeah, I have labs due,

and exams in two weeks,
and yeah.

I'm,
I'm sorry I brought it up.

You didn't bring it up.

I brought it up.

Still.

It comes up, it pops up,

you can't stop it
from popping up.

I suppose.

First holidays after something
like that happens

is always... rough,

and...
and it just happened.

It happened like a month ago.

It just happened.

Almost two months ago.

Come on.

She was 74.

Esme.

Okay.

It just happened.

And the first holidays
after something like that

happens is?

We don't have to talk about it.

- It's okay.
- No.

It's okay, Greg.

How've you been?

Pretty good. Busy.

You got promoted again, right?

Yeah, more weekends gone,
but it's... it's good.

It's really good.

Good?

How about you?

How about me?

How are you?

I'm fine.

Are you fine?

Sure.

Are you happy?

What do you mean?

Greg.

I'm fine.

It's still the first
question I want to ask you.

- Is that a compliment?
- Yes, it is, actually.

Don't worry about me.

Oh, it's not the most
unpleasant thing I do.

Thank you.

It is good to see you.

It is?

Christ!

You're right.

It's good to see you.

So, you are talking to people
about your grandmother?

Sure.

Really?

The roommate?

Yeah, my roommate.

My roommate's actually not
that bad to talk about it with.

- Really?
- Yeah.

You know, she's behaving.

Problem is I feel
like it's just a window.

Besides, I don't have
any other relatives, so.

I'm sorry.

Why? She wasn't your grandma, hangnail.

Oh, come on,
it sucks to be alone.

I'm not alone, you're alone.

Yeah, I guess I am.

That sucks.

Sometimes it does.

You have to remind yourself
that it's just for today,

that you're just fighting
through the darkness today,

and that tomorrow is a new...

Happiness is a choice.

Sure,
and you keep reminding yourself

that you're going
to get through it,

that you are getting through it.

And then you take a pill...

...or two.

And the pill helps.

They do sometimes.

Okay, enough of that.

Though should you maybe
go check up on her?

No, I'm not doing that, relax.

Long time.

She's in the bathroom, Greg,

she didn't flee the premises,
I think.

So do you think
you're going to stick

around next year after school?

Maybe.

Maybe not.

You're going to be fine
wherever you go,

but don't stay here
just because it's easier.

Always do the harder thing.

She seem okay to you?

What do you mean, okay?

I mean does she have anything
lined up for next year?

Does she have anything
lined up for this summer?

Anything at all?

No, no yet, from what I gather.

Does she know
where she's going to live?

Is she going to come back
and live with you?

- Is she going to live...
- My God, take a breath,

- so many questions.
- Yeah, she's...

...she's going to live with Ana.

Oh, yeah, Ana.

Yeah, certainly,
why wouldn't she?

I don't know.

Who's Ana?

Her roommate, Greg.

Shannon's in good hands.

Three exams in one day, idiot.

Well, I hope
you learned your lesson.

That's what
my girlfriend at the time said

when I tried
to have coffee with her

between the first
and the second exam,

"You could have
changed the schedule."

Girlfriend? Mm.

At the time.

Future wife, current ex-wife.

Current ex-wife?

- Try two.
- I could barely hold the mug,

I was so wound up.

"Welp, I hope you
learned your lesson," she said.

Welp, did you?
Learn your lesson?

Welp,
we were married for ten years.

Ten years?

Should have been
married for three.

Not everyone has your patience,
Stacy.

Sometimes I think I showed
too much patients, Greg.

That's not...

I think you showed
just the right amount.

Any kids?

No?

No.

That's good then.

Need any help?

Not a chance.

Uh, sorry.

What are you sorry for?

I ask you too many questions.

- Hey.
- Hey.

Are you okay?

Mm-hm.

And your roommate
is gone for break.

Yes, the nightmare is
half way across the planet.

My God, finally.

So, ten minutes
means half an hour now.

Like probably been 15.

Hold up, we had to get dressed.

You invited both of them?

Yeah,
you didn't want that?

I just thought that you wouldn't

want to be like a fifth wheel.

Safety in numbers, Ana.

Think, think about it this way,

there's no like fifth wheel.

What?

She just said that, Ellery.

You guys smoked before
you got here, didn't you?

- Jesus.
- Assholes.

Why, you want some?

- Ellery.
- Whatever, you're saved.

- Relax.
- We did not

need saving, okay?

We just needed reinforcements.

So, drinks!

Shan,
we got to get to the table.

They can wait.

But are you worried about her?

Or are you worried
about how she feels about you?

Both, Jesus.

Ego in the guise of empathy.

Just keep leaving voicemails,
you'll be fine.

And are you going to be fine?

Fuck you, I am fine.

And she's going to be fine,
you'll both be fine.

She tell you that?

She's not exactly over it
like that Greg,

but you're her father.

How much time do we have left?

Fifteen minutes or so.

Fifteen minutes or so.

Careful.

You'll get your hair wet.

You're a nice guy, Greg.

All right.

Waterboarding with compliments.

Why does that
bother you so much?

Because I really don't think
I'm that nice a guy,

because I don't think
you should be

so special to be a nice guy.

I mean,
would a nice guy do something...

Well, I've seen my fair share.

Your bar is low.

No, it isn't.

Okay, thanks.

You're welcome.

Wash my back?

Sure.

See? Nice guy.

Yeah, right.

- That was a trick.
- Yes.

Well,
now that we're done yelling,

since we're talking now, can I?

- Oh.
- Yeah.

You want that back?

I did give it to you.

That wrapping paper though.

I always outsource my wrapping.

You're too hard on yourself.

Maybe other people
aren't hard enough.

- On you?
- Ha!

That too.

No, on themselves.

Both things can be true.

Both of those things
usually are true.

Wait, did you just say
that you don't think people

are hard enough on you?

I was kidding.

Bullshit.

You believe it.

I think you think you only have

a right to be happy
when you're miserable.

Pretty philosophical
for a biochemistry major.

Hey, biochemistry graduate.

You're going to tear
your rotator cuff.

Nice picture.

And I'm sure it doesn't
help you to carry it so tightly.

Carry what?

Oh.

Guilt.

You carry it like a gun,
or a prize.

Nice picture, Greg.

Thanks.

In a way, I suppose,
I've convinced myself

that by always being
so hard on myself,

people can't think that
I'm being too easy on myself.

Why do you care so much

about what other
people think about you?

Because people who don't care

what other people
think about them

at all are animals.

Aren't you supposed to care
what people think,

at least to keep
from murdering them?

It's a pretty sentimental
picture, don't you think?

- Ana.
- It's a pretty

fucking sentimental picture,

for such an urbane apartment,
Greg, don't you think?

Yeah, but you care too much.

You carry it too much.

If you think you're a nice guy,

then that's what matters, right?

If you think it.

I guess so.

So, do you?

No, I don't.

I'm very complicated.

Bullshit, complicated.

You just need to relax.

Don't tell me to re...

I'm complicated.

You're a prisoner.

Please, tell me
that you just put it there,

you just put it there,
didn't you?

Yes.

You're so full of shit.

- I did.
- You're a fucking liar.

How do you even know it's her?

Because it looks
exactly like her,

except shrunken down
by 12 years,

and without her abandonment
issues spackled on.

And the same nose,
and the same dogshit,

smug sense of entitlement.

I didn't want you to know
I had a daughter, big deal.

You're a fucking psycho.

That's proportionate.

What did you do?

Did you put down the picture

every Thursday night
when I came,

and then stow it
in a safe place,

and then put it
back after I left?

So, is this why you're
not married anymore?

No family.

Were you off being urbane, Greg?

Oh, no,
I don't think I could do this

if I were married,
I don't think.

If you say so.

- How long...
- How long were you...

We don't have to do that part.

Let's talk about your face.

Why?

Because I like it.

It's nothing compared
to your face.

Can one quantify faces,
math guy?

Something tells me
you know that one can.

One can quantify anything.

What a chore, the logistics,

the weekly reminder
on the phone.

Put the picture away
every Thursday at 7:58 p.m.

No, eight,
you were never on time.

Oh.

Well, we both have nice faces.

Only one of us looks better
than our pictures though.

Oh, he's a charmer.

So, you can still get charmed?

You have never done this before.

Grow up.

Me, grow up? Wow!

That's one for the win.

Jesus Christ,
no wonder she doesn't

want to fucking talk to you.

You're off center, dude.

What did you do?

Did you look me up?

Search me on the internet,
so you could request me?

Yeah, with your booker.

Fuck you.

Did you stake out your daughter,

so you could stake out
her friends to see

which one to befriend?

What?

What you're saying
makes no sense,

it is not rational.

Or was it easier
to see me when you went

to go ambush her
when she didn't return

any of your voicemails.

I do pay rent on the place.

Half the rent, motherfucker.

Only half?

You better back up again.

It was very nice to meet you,
Greg.

Did you Google me
and then follow me?

And then,
after you discovered me,

after all your research.

You're delusional.

You're a fucking asshole.

Lighten up.

I pieced it together,
I tried not to make it personal.

So, next Thursday?

Looking forward to it.

Looking forward.

Did you order yet?

No, not that we shouldn't have.

Sit down. You're being rude.

Oh, I'm being rude?

It's okay.

Um, and who might
these three be?

These three might be my friends.

Oh, I figured since
you invited your own guest,

I could have
some guests of my own.

Sorry we're late,
we came as quick as we could.

No, forgiven,
this was impromptu.

No worries.

Dad,
this is Ellery Hughes.

And this is Shannon's roommate,

Ana Izquierdo,

- Izquierdo?
- Uh-huh.

May I?

Ana, nice to meet you, Ana.

It's very nice to meet you,
Mr. Hagen.

Nice to meet you, sir.

And Gabriel Armijo.

Nice to meet you all.

I am going to need
another mojito, please.

Of course.

What? I'm a grownup.

You don't need another mojito.

She's a grownup?

Yeah,
you might have missed that.

I'll give you all
a minute or so?

No, it's okay.

We're late, we can catch up.

We are all business,
and I am famished.

- Dude.
- No, it's, it's okay.

- Take your time.
- Thank you, Ms. Cavana.

Oh, um, one of those,
all business.

Certainly, anyone else?

No, I'm good with my wine,
thank you.

I'm good.

Oh, come on, these are so good.

I said I was good.

Two more mojitos, two?

No?

It's your life.

It is her life, so Shannon,

looks like you and your
boyfriend will just have to be

in the minority
with the exotic cocktails.

Well, okay,
so that's just wrong.

I'll come back.

Ellery's not Shannon's
boyfriend, Gabriel is.

Oh, ah, my mistake.

And just so you know,
he's not her brother either.

- Really, Shannon?
- What?

When did you two start dating?

Uh, four months?

Five months.

We have been
dating for five months,

not that you would know that,

or are you just surprised

that I would date
somebody like Gabriel?

Minority choices,
or something like that?

- Whoa.
- Shannon.

I'm not surprised you would
date anybody, sweetheart.

What does that mean?

What does sweetheart mean?

Look, I made a mistake,
I took a guess

and guessed wrong, that's all.

Yeah, well,
you shouldn't have to guess.

I agree.

Off to the bathroom again?

You should know
what's going on with me.

You should know that I have been

dating Gabriel for five months.

- You should know that.
- Well, technically,

Gabriel didn't know it either.

Greg.

Shannon, sit down.

Do you count New Years?

Okay, auspicious beginning.

You can't expect to waltz back
in and not take any shrapnel.

How much shrapnel am I supposed

to take before I'm allowed?

You know what?
First thing's first,

Gabriel, I'm sorry.

For what, sir?

For my confusion.

Uh, no worries,
she's sitting in between us,

that's like... a trick question.

Thank you, Gabriel.

Yeah, she has set you up, dude.

So, you're Ana's boyfriend?

- Yeah, that's right.
- Well.

So, you're both juniors?

Younger men, I approve.

How long have you been dating?

- A year.
- Off and on.

A year, so you're serious?

I guess so.

So, Gabriel,
what are you studying?

Economics.

All business.

What's your focus?

Um, third world development.

Ah, crucially important.

Ellery, what's your major?

Hold on.

Let me guess.

- All...
- Business.

There you go.

Dad, you're being rude.

Come on, it was a joke, right,
Ellery?

Yeah, no worries.

See, no worries.

No, it's rude.

Say sorry now.

- For what?
- For being a fucking asshole.

For lying to me for a year.

For making me
believe you tonight,

and for being a fucking asshole.

I was worried about her.

And what were you going to do?
What were you

going to have me do?

I don't know,
she wasn't talking to me.

You were going to have me
rescue her because you couldn't?

I thought you said
she didn't need to be rescued.

She doesn't, although she might,
from you.

Look, you know that isn't true.

I don't know that.

You do know that.

- I got shut out of her life.
- You walked out.

I got shut out.

By who, her mother?

Her mother doesn't talk
badly about you.

She has never spoken
badly about you.

Her mother is over you,
so don't use that as an excuse.

- I'm not.
- No one poisoned

Shannon against you,

except for you.

You shut you out.

You left.

I didn't leave.

It wasn't working.
My wife got a great

opportunity,
and she had to take it.

It happened to be
half way across the world.

I was supposed
to stand in her way?

We weren't going to work.

And your daughter
couldn't understand that?

She was ten.

She chose sides,
and that was it.

You left, who does that?

I stayed, and people do that,

because not doing
something is almost

always easier
than doing something,

except...
except it's almost always worse.

Whatever.

And you apologize,
and nobody

accepts your apologies,
and deep down,

yeah, you know your apologies
hold no currency.

But you also resent
the fact that no one

is taking your apologies,

and you wonder how long
is it going to take?

You ask yourself, "How long
am I supposed to keep trying?"

You're never supposed
to stop trying.

At what point
am I allowed to have

my fill of non-answers
and monosyllables,

and avoidance attitude when
I'm not flat out being ignored?

How long am I supposed
to take the high road?

Forever.

Then you're stronger than I am.

She's a kid.

She was 12 years ago,
she's not now.

She hasn't been for a while.

- Then she's made her choice.
- No,

see that's it, I gave up
back then, I haven't now.

I don't give a shit.

You don't?
That's why you're smacking me,

and throwing things at my head.

You used me.

What, more than usual?

Look, you need to leave,
the hour's up,

please, just go.

Well, I'm going to get going.

Get going?

Okay. Oh, hang on.

You're kidding me, kidding me!

- I just thought graduation...
- You're kidding me.

- Is that bad, did I cross a line?
- Are you kidding me?

- I just thought that...
- Just stop qualifying things.

I'm opening it.

Just give me a reason, just,
just tell me why.

I'm trying to get back
into her life.

Through infiltration?
It's false.

Why, who cares how we reconnect?

Well, you should have
figured out the secret years ago,

it would have saved you a bunch
of unanswered voicemails.

Hey, look,
I get that you're not happy

right now,
but this isn't about you.

Wow.

Is that okay?

Is that okay?

Yes, yes, this is okay.

Okay.

Hearing you talk about her,
when I couldn't talk

to her only made me
want that more.

What's wrong with a bold move

or two to try
and make it up to her?

Because it's not real.

It's flash,
and she's a smart girl,

and maybe
if she's made her choice,

maybe that's just meant to be.

No, I'm not going
to give up again.

Man, you are work.

I love it.

Good.

Well, I know her.

She's my friend.

- Wait, we're not friends?
- No.

I left it at the door.

I didn't make it
personal either.

You left it
at the door too, huh?

Thank you.

You're welcome. I didn't know

- if I had the right...
- It's work.

- Uh, there's also...
- Card,

a gift and a card?

Both of those.

Congratulations.

Thank you.

Welcome.

I can't move my arms.

Good.

Um...

where's my pin?

Uh, oh.

Thank you.

How's that?

It's pretty good.

Pretty good?

It's pretty.

Oh.

Oh?

Ah, yes.

Thank you, sir.

Be careful next week.

Okay.

Drink plenty of water.

If you're going to be outdoors,
it's going to be hot,

you're going to be wearing
a dress under again, you know.

This is day one stuff, Esme.

Yes, sir.

When I graduated,
I decided I wasn't

going to be an idiot
who wore cargo shorts

and a T-shirt under their gown.

This was a serious occasion,
so I was going to be

serious,
so I wore an Oxford shirt,

tweed pants
and a tie under my gown,

in 90 degree heat,
whilst hungover.

- I bet you look good in a tie.
- It depends on the tie...

I'm going to murder you.

Fine, I look good in a tie.

So, what happened?
You stroke out?

No, I did try heave
walking under the bleachers

while holding my diploma,
however.

You didn't drink enough water.

But I'm an adult now.

How was President Truman's
speech?

Wisdom imparted, thank you.

I told you, you don't
need to worry about me.

You did.

I'm a big girl,
and I'll stop coming here.

That's what
I thought was going to happen.

- However.
- However what?

Don't you think
she has the right to know?

No, no, I don't,
it's none of her business.

Okay, then, onto you.

What's next?

Talk to Ana.

She's my council.

Fine.

Ana.

Um, well,
tonight is the pre-graduation

party at the Embarcadero,
in the city.

Sunday, we graduate,

and next week is the beach,
for some of us.

See, Dad, we have a plan.

How about more
of a long term plan?

We haven't ordered entrees yet,

so it's a little early
for the long term plan question.

You need to start
living in the moment, Dad.

How would you...

Probably true.

Trust me, I'll figure it out.

You don't think
that she would want to know

just how committed
you are to getting

in front of her again, to,
to reconnecting.

- Come on.
- Or would that just wreck everything

before it even started?

Yeah, it would.

Is that what you want?

Maybe.

- Maybe not.
- Jesus.

Okay, please, don't.

Why?

She's a big girl.

Ana.

Greg.

She's a big girl.

What do you mean?

I mean it's like you said...
she's not a kid anymore.

I know she's not a kid anymore,
what do you mean?

Who do you think got me
into this line of work?

What?

I mean, it beats working,

and she's never been
one for working.

I mean, you gave her
some work ethic but...

- I think you need to go.
- I'm going to go

- whenever I feel...
- Just... just go.

Please.

Okay.

I'm sorry.

What are you sorry for?

Take care of yourself.

You too.

Who's that?

We have been yelling.

Yeah, but we're not yelling
now though, Greg,

we're just talking.

Ana, wait.

- Hello.
- Hello.

- Wait, do I have the wrong?
- Are you looking for Greg?

Is he here?

Is he here?

- I'm Zoe.
- Zoe, huh?

Yeah, I'm like a little late.

Few minutes late.

It's well
within the margin of error.

Oh, okay.

Thank you.

- Are you...
- Greg?

Yes.

That is Greg.

That is Greg.

Nice to meet you.

I'm late, I, I guess.

Should I come back?

No, no, no, Zoe, it's okay.

I was just leaving.

Wasn't I, Greg?

- Yes.
- Ah,

before I forget.

Ana.

That is not my name.

Have fun.

- I will.
- Be careful,

but have fun.

Thank you.

See you.

I'm sorry, did I?

No, no, it's my fault,
I'm sorry.

I'm sorry that I'm late.

No, no.

It's okay.

Well, it's nice
to see you again, Greg.

Uh, yes.

And... is this for me?

Ana, what are you plans?

Uh, you know.

No doubt
you'll figure it out too.

She's already got it
figured out.

She has a plan, huh?

Maybe she'll let you
take curb notes?

Are we ready or do we...

- Sure, she has a plan.
- Greg.

I'm sorry,
should it be your plan?

Well, in lieu of a better plan...

No, no, no, I am going
to figure out my own plan.

I am going
to come up with a plan

that will revolutionize plans.

A plan that can stop on a dime,

and change direction, okay?

A plan that has range.

Range?

Sounds more like a plan created

by someone who's erratic.

Erratic?

What does that mean?

Erratic, unsteady, erratic.

What do you mean erratic?

Altered.

Altered? I,

I don't even know
what that means.

You don't know
what altered means?

What's altered?

Does anyone here know
what altered means?

Gabriel, do you, do you
think that Shannon's altered?

Stacy, please don't make
Shannon's boyfriend

of four,
no five months narc on her.

Narc? What, drugs?

- Boom.
- No,

- Shannon does not use drugs.
- Drugs?

Drugs, you seem altered.

How would you know?

Altered, what,
what do you mean?

Not as a new experience.

Excuse me,
I have to go to the restroom.

No, you don't.

I don't, okay.

No, Ellery, I think that you
and Gabriel should go to...

What,
go to the bathroom together?

- That's weird.
- Yes, it is weird,

going to the bathroom in pairs,

it is, it's weird.

Not that men bailing when things

get tough is anything new to me.

Would have thought you'd be
the first to flee though, Dad.

I think the smart money
would have been on Ellery.

Hey.

- Sorry, Ellery.
- What for?

Are you going to insult
all my friends, Dad?

You're not on something
right now, Shannon?

No, Dad, I'm not on something.

I would like another mojito.

Shannon.

Ask Ana.

Ask her what?

Ask her if I'm altered.

I mean if you're so fixated
on the question, you know,

if you don't believe me,

if you don't trust me, ask her.

Shannon.

Go ahead.

Ask her.

Ask my friend.

Stop it.

Ana?

You're asking me?

You are asking me.

Well...

she is just upset, which makes

a good deal of sense
to me right now.

Thank you, Ana.

Oh, now you don't
believe my best friend.

I believe your best friend.

No, no, you don't.

Why would you?

You don't know her,
just like you don't know me.

I would like to get to know you.

Well, not tonight.

And you know what?

Not Sunday either.

What do you mean not Sunday?

Means I don't want you
coming on Sunday.

I don't want you
to watch me graduate.

You have not seen me for years,

you don't get to see me now.

Shannon.

Please, sit down.

No, I'm not going to sit down,

and I'm not going
to let him ruin my weekend.

You're doing that
all by yourself.

Well, then I'll do it myself,

and I can do it alone,
if you want.

You know what, Shannon?
That's fine.

- It's fine?
- Yeah, that's fine.

If you don't want me to come
Sunday, I won't come Sunday.

If you want to do it alone,
then do it alone,

- see how that works for you.
- I will!

- Greg.
- No, Stacy, no.

You don't want me to come
Sunday, I won't come Sunday.

You know what?
As of this moment,

I've stopped giving a shit.

Happy?

Shannon, where are you going?

I don't have to sit here
for this, do I?

No, you don't have to leave,
I'll leave.

No, I'm leaving.

You already left.

Okay,
how do you expect to get home?

Not with me driving, you're not.

That's fine! I'll just...

Why don't you go home with this?

What is this?

It's your graduation gift.

Why don't you try
going home with that?

What are you talking about?

Sweetie, come on.

Nice.

This is for me?

I don't know.

You were about to leave.

I was about to leave.

I was about to stop
giving a shit.

What am I supposed to say?

How about saying you're sorry,

sitting down,
and saying thank you,

the way I raised you.

Greg.

What?

Sit down.

Okay... so,
I think we can order

some food now, little zucchini,
calamari, right?

I'm sorry.

Okay.

I don't want to fight anymore.

I don't either.

So, do we think
we're ready or do we...

- Yes, we're ready.
- We are ready.

I'm going to need a second, um.

I'll have a filet,
rare, with asparagus

and a baked potato,
and another glass of this,

and I'll be back in a second.

Very good, sir.

We'll be waiting.

Vodka, rocks, please.

Absolutely.

How's your night going so far?

I am optimistic.

Celebrating, a graduate?

A commencement, yes.

Everything okay back there?

Seems to be settling down, sir.

Okay, thanks.

Suppose I'm ready
for another one.

Hi, Grandma.

The buses are running
later and later each day.

Yes, I know.

The leftovers from yesterday,

did you eat them all
or did you save me some?

Of course I saved some.

You always cook too much.

Because I always think about you
having food when you get home from work.

You always think of everything.

So,
that actually turned out okay.

Turned out, yeah.

Your dad's pretty cool.

Yeah, I guess.

You know, I was expecting a lot,
lot worse.

Weren't you, Ana?

I didn't know what to expect.

I guess.

I mean,
I just don't know him that well.

This car's nice.

Well,

sounds like he's trying
to change that.

Yeah.

That's good, right?

That could be good.

He's not that bad.

Guess I'm glad he was there.

Sure, yeah, I mean,

I guess that's the way
it's supposed to be, right?

Right.

Right, Ana?

Of course.

Right, so when
are we leaving tonight?

Oh, I have to go
into the lab tonight.

What?

It's like 11 o'clock.

What about Ellery?

Fuck that boy clown.

I'm going
to text him and tell him

you're not going out.

Always stealing away.

What's wrong? You don't like it?
Is it cold?

Just give me a minute.

Sorry, do you have a lot of work to do?

No worries, Grandma,
I will finish outside.

Okay, but don't go very far.

Don't worry, Grandma,
where am I supposed to go?

Hey.

Hello!

Hello,
can you give a little help?

- What?
- Come here a second.

That's right, don't be rude.

Hey, you're the one being rude.

Relax.

You're right, you're right.

My fault.

You know where the Oro del...

Sorry, sweetie,
do you know where

the Oro del Desierto Hotel is?

Uh, yeah, I think it's, if you
go down the 880, um, I think...

You're right, you're right.

Yeah, 880 South,
it's the first or second exist,

you'll see the sign
from the freeway.

- Thanks.
- Thanks.

You're welcome.

Hey.

How old are you?

You're beautiful.

- Thank you.
- Want to make some money?

Hey, shut up.

You're right.

He's not wrong though.

You busy?

You busy right now?

Come with us.

You can make a lot of money.

You can get
on the 880 from over there.

Thanks.

You're welcome.

There's a pre-game,
and a lounge in the mission.

We could tool up
the 101 in my new sports car.

You think you could just get out

of the lab and join us, Ana?

Maybe could?

We'll see.

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