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All right, beach cleanup crew. Let's hear it for Danny Rubin.

Hey, hey, hey! No, no, no. Maya, Maya, honey.

-No, don't! -Here. Let me help you.

-Oh, no. I'm fine. -Here. Let me help you. Here.

Good turnout, huh?

Oh, yeah. Totally.

People are really showing up for the campaign.

So, I heard about your…

Crime. Shame. Punishment.

What the hell's going on?

Money problems.

Yeah, I hope that's okay. Jerry, he kind of, you know, spilled the beans,

and it sounds like the guys are pretty upset.

But I wanted to tell you…

How good it feels to see my pants pulled down in front of the whole--

…I'm sorry.

You must've been so stressed-out, holding in that secret the whole time.

You must be so relieved it's out in the open.

Oh, my gosh. Did you hurt yourself?

No. No, I don't know what that is.

Yes, you do. You know damn well.

I think she's just hungry.

Here. Honey. Maya. Want a banana?

-You look so cute, by the way. -Thank you.

-Is she gonna be okay? -I love your little--

-Okay. -Okay. Maya.

I think she's just hungry.

-I'm just gonna-- -Oh, my Gosh.

-No! That's it. I'm done. -What the hell is going on here?

She's fine. She's just hungry. I gotta take her home for some lunch.

You're gonna leave before my big speech?

She can't wait a few minutes? We're all really hungry.

She's a child.

Yeah, fine. All right. Just go straight home.

Yeah, no secret trips to the bank or gym or whatever.

Whatever, you fucking scrawny, greasy…

-Sure thing. -…homeless fucking loser.

You got sand on your face.

-Knock 'em dead. -Prick.

What's up?

Yo, Jose. My man.

Fresh from the rack.

What, bro? Didn't catch that.

For you. Straight out of the fryer.

-Are you bro-ing me some freshies? -Yeah.

Outstanding, dude.

You know, I'm always saying to Bunny, "I gotta show you what I w--

I was honking for half a block. Didn't you hear me?

You scared the shit out of me, man!

Man.

Please just fucking shut up.

Stop it. I can't think. I can't think.

Please. Just shut up. I'm trying to help you. Please.

No. You're not that person anymore.

You'll go home and make something simple, satisfying.

For her. For you.

What's the point? You can't win. Just fill her up. She's hungry.

Fill her up, fill her up, fill her up.

Here you go, sweetie. Yummy.

Fill her up. Fill her up. Fill her up.

It was just this one more time.

They changed the rules, so it hardly even counts.

From now on, you'll be good. You'll be better. You'll be f--

Maya?

Maya? Maya!

Maya! Maya. You okay? What happened?

What happened? Are you okay?

-I can't find you. I can't find you. -You okay? I'm sorry. I'm sorry.

I'm sorry. I'm sorry. I'm sorry.

You okay?

I'm sorry, baby. I'm sorry.

John hasn't been feeling himself lately.

He's been… unpredictable.

And I thought perhaps by coming here, we might address that.

Together.

Oh, with the support of God and the church.

I'm very appreciative of my wife's love, concern and godliness.

I do have some stress with regard to the future of my business.

Certain things are still up in the air at this time,

but when they land, as I expect and pray they will,

I think we may find a return to our former…

predictability.

Are there any other areas of concern that you'd like to address?

John has been swimming.

Or trying to, at night.

Water has been an irritant in the past

since his father was called back to God on that boat.

-I don't know if you're aware-- -I've been a ward bishop many years.

Of course.

John isn't actually able to swim.

Hasn't been able to since what happened.

So I thought here might be a safe place to discuss that.

John, are you comfortable having this discussion?

-Of course. -Has water been a challenge for you?

It was for a while.

But with prayer and discipline and, of course, the love of my family,

I've seen my way to the other side.

Good. It serves little purpose to dwell on the past.

How would you characterize your marital relations as of late?

They are adequate. I believe.

And yet you've only been blessed with two children.

Maria's had…

a robust physical life in other areas lately.

Exercising.

I don't believe that's relevant to our marital--

Excessive exertion in other areas can put a strain on the marital bond,

as well as the production of children.

My question to you, Maria, is this,

what more can you do to help John during this challenging time?

Four weeks, man.

Four fucking weeks.

That's all the time we had together.

And then she's ripped from my arms, dead on the street.

-She was a surfboard, Tyler. -She was more than that.

It was some kinda, I don't know, omen of bad things to come.

We know why, babe.

You've gotta go see someone about your hearing.

What the fuck?

There's this doctor dude I heard about in the water.

People trust him. Apparently, he rips.

Guess I could check him out.

There she is. So tiny in real life.

We love your tape.

We've been doing it at home. Thought we'd come check out the real thing.

Is Sheila teaching today?

Sheila's not teaching right now. She's on an extended leave.

I'm sorry. How'd you see our tape?

Yeah. That's not really possible. I only made, like, four copies.

Who the fuck sold this to you?

I've got an idea.

She is quite plugged up.

It's really very taxing to hold her hand through her efforts.

I recommend canned pumpkin with a little hearty muesli…

some nice plain yogurt.

-Yeah. I'll try those. Yeah. -Yeah. Okay.

Thanks, Paige.

-Hi. -Go with Paige.

Greta.

Greta. Been a while. You dyed your hair.

What can I do for you, Sheila?

I just, you know, haven't seen you or Ernie recently.

You weren't at the beach cleanup.

And, I know that you're angry at me. A lot of people are.

Because you're a lying, conniving untru--

You're not always on my mind, you know. I have other things going on in my life.

We didn't go to the beach cleanup because we didn't feel like it.

I have to get going.

Greta. I--

I know I screwed up, and I don't know how to make it right.

Are you--

You could start by apologizing. You never have.

What? I haven't?

Really? I mean, I meant to.

I thought--

I should have, because I am sorry.

I'm so sorry. It was a mistake.

It was just a stupid, selfish--

All you had to do was ask. I would've let you borrow the camera.

Really?

You're my friend.

I real-- I--

I have a really hard time opening up to other women.

Yeah, well, I'm too good at it.

And it makes people uncomfortable. So…

opposite problems, same result.

Oh, my God. Can I just show you something?

Yeah.

Oh, my God.

Shut up.

-What happened? -I got inspired.

Wow. By the tape?

No. Not at first. I mean, at first, I was, like, super scared.

Like, who is this stranger I have been sleeping next to all these years, right?

But then we talked about, like, who we really are,

and what we really like.

Like, do you know that he loves my belly?

The fullness?

It's so funny. The thing I've been beating myself up over for years, he loves.

I gotta put this rug back on. I look crazy.

You look amazing.

-Yeah? -Yeah. It's so cool.

It's--

It's a swing.

I'm a little scared of you.

You better get out that door.

Bishop Alec was right. I wasn't doing enough for you.

So I thought long and hard to figure out what you needed that I wasn't giving.

Now you can work on your water challenges

from the sanctity of our own blessed bedroom.

Isn't that wonderful?

It is a waste of time.

They'd never give me the endorsement

even if I got 'em all sucked off by Nancy Reagan.

Don't say anything.

-You're right, man. -Yes. I am.

But you still gotta go.

It's the Chamber of Commerce we're talking about. It's precedent.

Precedent? Precedent has meant selling out our community

and our coastline to enrich fraudulent assholes.

Don't say anything.

Just go.

Eat their food, shake their fat fucking fingers, and stick to your guns.

No coastal development.

Don't…

Don't you want the pleasure of saying that to their face?

…say…

Personally, I'd rather see that.

You're wrong.

I know these guys aren't our allies,

but you can't purposefully alienate them. This is San Diego.

We'll never get the fundamentalists, the anti-communists, the naval block.

And your own coalition is surfers, students.

They're more likely to forget their own birthday than vote.

We can't afford to estrange ourselves from the business community as well.

Especially since the middle ground is so accessible.

You're not against all coastal development, you're for smart development.

You got this.

I don't remember asking you for your input.

What I remember is you burying us in debt,

endangering our campaign and our livelihood,

lying to me.

So, Sheila,

how do I trust anything you say now?

You had to open your big, fat fucking--

I'm sorry.

I was out of line. You're right.

I'm telling you, dude. It's not her.

Sup, Sheila. How you been?

What? We're not doing small talk first? It's a social convention.

Someone's selling our video with a different cover all over town.

So the way we see it, you're either a fucking flake or a fucking thief.

Which one is it?

I mean, are you a fat bitch now?

Or are you just a fat bitch because fat, ugly, fat? Bitch?

Fat?

I have no idea what happened with the video.

The whole thing's just a dream.

A nightmare, really, but I can't be involved anymore. I--

Wait, you're, like, already involved. I mean, it's your face on the tape. Look.

I am not involved anymore.

I'm done with all of it, okay?

I just have to support my husband and my family, and that is it. I'm sorry.

What was that about?

Nothing, babe. Nothing.

Advanced case of surfer's ear.

Which is a pretty hefty bummer for a dude as young as you.

So what does that mean?

It means you have bone growth in your ear canal

from constant exposure to cold water and wind.

Aka, surfing the Pacific.

Gnarly.

Couple options:

You could cross your fingers and plug your ears when you surf,

but there's a pretty good chance you'd have permanent hearing loss.

Yeah, I can live with that.

Or die from getting an infection after a rainstorm

when all that beautiful sewage hits. God bless America.

Or?

We could do a procedure.

Drill into the ear,

and then you have to stay out of the water for two months post-op.

-Two months? -I know. It's brutal.

But, while nothing is confirmed about the afterlife,

I'm not sure you can surf there either.

Fuck.

You're gonna give 'em hell. They won't know what hit 'em, man.

Let them know what they're up against, that they can't mess with you.

Or you could make an unexpected connection, change a mind or two,

especially if you talk about smart growth and development.

-No, he's not doing that. -I think it's up to him, Jerry. Not you.

There's Ernie right there.

Wait. Who's that with him?

I don't know, but he definitely has a type.

That's Greta. It's his wife.

-Greta! -Hey.

-Hey. Hi. -Been a while. Good to see you.

-You remember Jerry Goldman? -Oh, yeah. Hey, Jerry.

-Campaign manager. -Hey, how you doing?

-This is Ernie and Greta Hauser. -Hi.

-I like your hair. -Thank you.

-We've missed you guys. -Yeah, we…

we've been a little busy.

Yeah. But we very much enjoyed watching your campaign grow.

-From the sidelines. Yeah. -Well, the important thing

is that you're here now.

We thank you so much for your support. Especially today.

Yeah. Absolutely. Especially in this crowd.

I haven't felt this out of place since the first time I met Sheila's parents,

which was also the last time, so that's how well it went. Yeah.

Well, don't worry. This group is… It's already well fortified.

Just keep the syllable count low.

Sup.

Sup.

It's going off. You paddling out?

Can't.

Got this ear thing. It's serious.

Doctor says it could be my fucking fune.

Plus, my new board broke.

And a man I believed to be my friend stole my video and bootlegged it,

so I'm feeling pretty fucking all around screwed, dude.

'Kay.

Later.

Hey, wait.

It's really going off?

Not bad, huh?

I guess.

Your tape. Your workout.

I saw it.

My wife, she does it.

Is doing it.

She likes it, and I understand why.

Thank you.

I'm curious, though, as a businessman. What's your distribution model?

Like, how do you plan to grow?

-What's next, Sheila? -Nothing.

-Nothing is next. -What do you mean nothing?

The video was a mistake. A folly.

You know, something that I just fell into but then reconsidered.

I've never seen anything like it. Outside of the church, that is.

The fervor that you bring to teaching, it's--

My wife is certainly taken by it. I think other women would be too.

And with the VCR home market just beginning,

you could be sitting on a gold mine.

-Well, that wasn't my goal. -But it was your instinct.

The woman I saw on that tape wouldn't be happy standing next to her husband,

peddling a bunch of old 1960's socialism--

You don't know who I am, and you're just seeing what you wanna see.

And Danny's politics aren't old. They're timeless and visionary.

Sure.

My apologies. I thought I saw something else.

Something more…

-Never mind. -You like to do that.

Like, half say something and then walk away.

Okay.

I saw a future for you that looks a lot different

than the one your husband's laying out.

I believe what my husband believes.

Yeah, but isn't it strange, how you can believe one thing

and still be drawn to something else?

There's a market for your tape.

If you don't take advantage of it, someone else will.

Somebody already has.

Someone's apparently bootlegging it and selling it themselves.

What? You're just letting them get away with it? Why?

Because you're pathetic. A worthless sack of shit.

Because I have other priorities.

Hey, they're getting ready to start. I saved you a seat.

Excuse me.

Not at all.

Nice to see you.

Is everything all right?

For once in your fucking life, the truth.

No. It's actually-- It's not. Will you drive me somewhere?

Tyler.

Tyler? I got burritos. If you can't surf, at least you can eat.

If you want someone for growth,

for prosperity, progress,

then you want me.

Not some tax-and-spend, flip-flopping liberal

who thinks he can shave his beard once a year

and convince you he's not who he is.

Idiot.

My opponent does have one thing right.

I do wanna protect our coastline

to continue the great legacy of the California Coastal Act

so that we can all keep enjoying our beautiful beaches.

But I would never impede progress.

I don't wanna diminish our business community.

And that is why I am for smart coastal development.

Yes.

What the fuck, dude? Don't do this.

Maybe it will help you understand what we're dealing with!

I'm sorry. I couldn't stop myself from surfing.

It was physically impossible.

Don't do it. Please, Bun.

That concert shirt is a collector's item.

Then promise you'll stop.

I can't have you fucking dying on me.

I'm sorry. I'm sorry. I fucked everything up. I fucked it all up.

I disappeared, I said I was done with aerobics, with you.

But I-- Aerobics saved me.

You saved me.

I wanna find whoever's bootlegging our tape and take back what's ours.

You're fucking bananas. You know that?

I know! But so are you.

You have a choice.

You either give us our tapes, our money, our contacts,

or you go to jail for stealing our copyright.

My husband is a close personal friend of the DA,

and I'm happy to call him on his home phone.

Look, my family's actually really influential in the community as well,

so I'm not exactly scared over here.

What are you doing?

Give me my fucking tapes.

Where's the money?

You don't dislike it, do you?

No. Not a bit.

I gotta tell you, there's just no pleasing my wife.

I take her advice, and she still abandons me

without a word, like I'm nothing.

Thank you.

You know, I don't know, Simone.

I love her, but sometimes I wonder if I really even know her at all.

Does Sheila maybe have, like, a food thing?

What food thing?

My sophomore roommate,

she used to eat in these huge binges,

and she had these, like, bite marks on her knuckles

from making herself throw up afterwards.

-Okay. -Kind of, like, cuts.

Sheila has them too.

She watches her figure, sure. But no more than any other woman.

I don't know. She-- Her body's always been so foreign to her.

Like, she can't ever just enjoy herself.

I mean, even when we're…

You know. She's, like, half there.

Lots of us are half there.

Not you.

-I have been. -No. No, no. No way.

You are…

self-possessed.

You are unapologetically sexual. And it is…

it's intoxicating.

I just want you to enjoy yourself.

Oh, yeah. Oh, yeah.

Oh, my God. Oh, my God. Danny, your kid! Danny!

What? Hey. Hey, sweetie.

It's still sleepy time right now.

So you wanna go back to bed?

Yeah!

I can't hide anymore. I don't want to.

This is a part of me, and it's not going away.

What the hell is all this?

This is how we win.