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(record crackling)

(light click)

("bad side of the moon" by April wine plays)

♪♪♪

♪ seems as though I've lived my life ♪

♪ on the bad side of the moon ♪

♪ to stir your dregs and sittin' still ♪

♪ without a rustic spoon ♪

♪ now come on people, live with me ♪

♪ where the light has never shone ♪

♪ and the harlots flock like hummingbirds ♪

- I don't understand why psycho gets to drive!

- You don't even have a licence.

- This is nova scotia. There's no one on the roads.

- I am on the roads.

- This is oppression!

♪ This is my life, this is my life, my life ♪

Nora: This is nora finley-cullen at cove fm,

And where do I begin with the summer fun?

You can catch the male-forward stylings

Of the moonshine house band this Saturday night.

Stay tuned for the family smackdown.

My big sis, lidia, is back in town.

- (stressed exhale) - welcome home, sucker.

Or if you feel like saying goodbye to felicia finley,

And I know you don't,

Her memorial is this Sunday at the moonshine,

Followed by a lobster supper.

All you can eat.

♪ Sittin' on the bad side of the moon ♪

(moaning)

♪ this is my life, this is my life, my life ♪

(moaning grows louder)

(squeals)

♪ this is my life, this is my life, my life ♪

♪ this is my life, this is my life, my life ♪

(laughing, chattering)

♪ this is my life, this is my life, ♪

♪ this is my life, my life ♪

♪ this is my life, this is my life, ♪

♪ this is my life, my life ♪

♪ this is my life, this is my life, ♪

♪ this is my life, my life ♪

(vacationers laugh and chatter)

- No, I'm sorry, the weekend is fully booked.

No, we don't do online reservations.

Well, I like to vet our guests personally.

It is quaint.

Yes, I'm writing your number down now.

(kettle clanks)

First in line if anything should come up.

(sighs)

Didn't like the sound of him. - You seen rhian, hon?

Number eight needs mowing.

- No, and you don't want to when her sister shows up.

- Rhian doesn't know lidia's coming?

- Slipped my mind.

- Ryan? - Mia.

- Outhouses need painting,

The golf cart's brakes are shot,

And the septic's backed up.

- And the lobster pound's calling,

Looking for their cheque. - And we're full up.

- So it's all good.

- No clue where lidia and the kids are gonna sleep.

And you know how she is.

(door creaks open)

- How is she? - (laughs)

Eleanor: Grandpa! Grandma! - Hello!

- Hey! - Uncle sammy!

- Hey grandpa, how ya doin'?

- It's so good to be home! - Oh, is it now?

- It was when I practiced that line.

(all laugh)

- Don't leave me alone with them.

- Neil! Neil young!

Neil, come here, boy! - I got it.

- Okay. - Is it fair he gets a pet?

No! What do I get? Not a car.

- Oh, just like your mother at that age.

- I'm nothing like my mother. - Exactly like your mother.

I'm talking about these two.

- Where's daniel? - Business is nuts.

He's trying for a standby outta newark.

- Well, I bought your brothers and sisters a subscription

To that magazine. - Mom.

- Celebrity architects in the family.

They're proud. - Yeah, did they say that?

(lawnmower whirs, clanks)

(lawnmower creaks)

(engine rumbles)

(engine rumbles)

Great to see you too, rhian.

- No fighting this weekend.

Aunt felicia deserves a peaceful send-off.

♪♪♪

How do you feel about a room with a view?

(woman laughs distantly)

♪♪♪

(grass rustles)

- It feels like a meth trailer.

- We're here for two days.

- Oh, journals. Juicy!

- Wait, is this...

- Meth trailer horror movie! Are these her ashes?

- Hmm, well, it was- is her home.

- No wonder she lived alone.

- She lived alone because she was a shunned lesbian

With undiagnosed bipolarism,

Forced to turn to grain alcohol and "jeopardy!" to cope.

- Makes sense you ran away.

- Going to college is not running away.

- And yet, you never came back.

- Out of respect for your grandparents,

For the next 48 hours, we are proud finley-cullens.

Capisce?

- A six-pack, and...

A potato gun? Ha, ha!

Now we're talkin'! (crashes) boom!

♪ This is my life, this is my life, ♪

♪ this is my life, my life ♪

♪ this is my life, this is my life, ♪

♪ this is my life, my life ♪

(fireworks boom, crowd cheers)

(paper rustles)

(muffled cheering, music playing)

(paper rustles, exhales)

(loud music plays in distance)

(fireworks whistle)

(muffled booms)

- Ugh!

(muffled cheering)

(fireworks boom)

(muffled cheering)

(book rustles)

(footsteps thud)

(dog groans)

(soft kiss)

(muffled music plays in the distance)

(floor creaks)

(covers rustling)

- Eleanor!

Ah! Oh! Wha-? Ohh!

(gasps) ewwww!

Ohh! (sighs)

(fireworks boom, cheering)

(laughing and hollering)

- Oh, let's go!

So rhian thought I had anchored the wharf.

- Wait! Lidia thought that he had...

Oh, I'm sorry, you go! I just love this part.

- Turns out, no one did. - No one!

- Before we knew it, we were halfway to chester

With nothin' but a nor'easter, and one mother of a bong!

(raucous laughter)

Lidia! I'm tellin' 'em about the floating wharf!

Everyone, this is my beautiful sister, lidia.

Big-time new york architect.

Gonna be on the cover of a magazine.

All: Lidia! Yeah! (clapping)

- Nice night for a bonfire,

Except it's 3:00 in the morning.

- There's no clock on the beauty of human connection.

- I have heard so much about you!

You are nothing like rhian described.

You are so pretty.

- Bed, now! - (huffs)

- Come on, lids, let's all swim out to the wharf,

Like old times. - Yeah!

- How 'bout you not drown my child?!

- I'm just showin' her who our people are.

- Oh, everyone knows who our people are.

- It-it's true, babe. They do.

Man: Whoa, look out!

Watch out! Watch out!

Get outta the way! - Brakes!

- Somebody help-ah! Oh! Aaah! Oh! (thuds)

- Ohhh... Woman: Oh, my gosh!

- I heard a crunch. Did you hear a crunch?

Woman: Get it off him!

- I'll take the front. - It never changes around here.

- Well, with time, support, and regular meetings!

- Not buying the rehab schtick, ry.

- No, me neither, I'm not really an aa kinda guy.

No, you take pride in being a screw up!

- Better than a fun sponge! Three, two, one! Oh!

- Ugh!

(spectators gasp)

- Ah... (sighs)

- Hey! (all cheer, clapping)

Woman: Woo! Yeah! Lidia: Sir? You okay?

- I can't feel my face.

- Now you got a story to tell! - (chuckles)

Man: Woo! - Aaah!

(sirens blare distantly)

(siren wails, approaching)

- Ambulance. That was fast.

(siren wails)

- Mom. Dad! Partygoers: (concerned murmurs)

♪♪♪

(birds chirp)

(sign creaks)

(beads jingling)

- Ah... Minor stroke.

No nerve damage, as far as the doc can tell.

- A stroke?

- Yeah, the stress of losing felicia, I guess.

That and mixing wine with the old blood pressure meds.

- Blood pressure? Hold on, did you know she was sick?

- No, 'cause no one tells me anything around here.

Ask nora, she's your sister.

- Oh yeah, my sister when there's a crisis.

- Uh, this place is a crisis, every damn day!

You're a freakin' tourist. Uninvited, I might add!

- Okay, we still have a business to run, right?

So, I'll cover the desk, the phones.

- Good. Your mum needs quiet. No stress.

And keep the riffraff out.

- Well, that narrows it down. - Uh, the injured camper?

- All good. Until the screech wears off.

- I will deal with the roadkill.

Bea: Lidia?

Ryan: Oh, she's awake.

- Good luck?

- Oh, favourite daughter.

♪♪♪

I should kill you myself.

- It was a mini stroke.

You know, like those tiny little Halloween kit kats.

(laughs) one, two, doesn't count.

- Mom, I know we don't talk much,

But you need to tell me these things.

- Oh, you have enough to worry about

With the kids, your work, your marriage.

(dishes clatter) - my marriage is fine!

- "standby outta newark."

If that is not a code for bullshit, I don't know what is.

You don't need to know every little thing

That happens around here.

- Ryan, back in rehab,

Nora appears to have abandoned ship, aunt felicia, dead.

Anything else I don't need to know?

- Kimmy from save easy sent over some oolong.

- Yeah, that'll help. - You're right.

(kettle clatters)

Let's spend the weekend settling old scores.

Dig up the hatchet. Life happens, lidia.

- And then, you pretend it didn't.

- No, you get on with it, one day at a time.

- Look, maybe it's time to slow down.

You've always wanted to go to nepal, see the pyramids.

- I've never wanted either of those things.

- But what if you did? Do you wanna die

Behind that reception desk? - Me on a camel. (chuckles)

- Well, then, learn mandarin, collect skulls, start a cult.

Mom, if you sold the moonshine,

You'd have the money to take it easy, retire.

- Who'd buy this old sinkhole?

- I don't know, same kind of suckers who bought it

The first time around?

- Piss off, dear.

(footsteps thud)

♪♪♪

Nora: We'll continue our chat with hometown

Celebrity architect, lidia bennett,

After this not-so-classic masterpiece

Of mandatory cancon.

(switch clicks)

- So did you know mom was sick?

- I only found out because I was stealing downers,

And found her blood pressure pills,

Which she then tried to pass off as laxatives.

- What is it about this family and denial?

- I don't know what you're talking about.

- (scoffs) it's geographical cyanide...

The moonshine killed aunt felicia,

And now it's killing our parents.

- Rhian would kill them if meant she'd get to take over.

- Oh yeah, and her first day as boss,

She'd fire the rest of the family

And build an effigy of herself on the lawn.

(sighs) maybe now that ryan's outta rehab?

Yeah, perhaps not.

Sammy? - Yeah, sure, crush his dreams.

- You could lend a hand.

- But it's a people job. I hate people.

What about you? - Me?

Here? Yeah! I'll be lucky if I survive the weekend.

The last thing I do is take over the...

Is that a hickey? - No!

- It is! It's a hickey!

Oh my god, are you 16? - Shut up!

- Now I know why you weren't picking up the phone.

- You don't know anything. - Hmm!

Is it serious? Tell me. - Ugh!

- Fred the ferry man? Septic stan?

First cousin?!

- Married. - Oh!

True love. - Your finley-cullen

Dysfunction is my finley-cullen dysfunction,

Just with better shoes.

- You're like some demented tornado chaser.

- Yeah, maybe, but this tornado has a massive dick,

Which I would chase all the way to pei, baby!

(knocking)

- (laughs) - oh, right.

- (laughs)

- Ooooh, and now a word

From pepe's pizza on the shore road!

("fly at night" by chilliwack plays)

♪♪♪

♪ well, we fly by night it's like a rocket flight ♪

♪ and baby, that's just what it's for ♪

(motor rumbles)

♪ yeah, we fly by night it makes you feel all right ♪

♪ you keep coming back for more ♪

(towels thud)

- We're really very sorry about the golf cart incident.

And if there's anything that we can do...

- Oh, water, for the shower?

Uh...

- Oh, rhian finley-cullen.

- I'm oscar wallace.

- Oscar with the no water,

And the moonshine-inflicted injury-wallace.

- Ha, it's fine.

I'm fine! I shouldn't have been underneath that golf cart

In the first place. (laughs)

- I'll see about getting you that shower.

(footsteps thud)

(sighs)

Pissy little bitch.

(insects buzzing)

What the...

(insects buzzing)

(birds chirp)

(foliage rustles)

(leaves rustle)

(hose thuds, door creaks open)

Huh?

(sniffs)

♪♪♪

(screams) ryaaaaan!

New revenue stream?! What's your plan,

Dispensary at the fish and chip shop?!

Are you using again? - Only professionally.

- Magic mushrooms are illegal! We could lose our licence.

- I was gonna tell you. Part of my commitment

To honest communication. - Tell me what,

That you stole the lobster money to buy gear

For your grow-op?! - Uh, no!

I borrowed the lobster money to buy gear for my grow-op,

And crystal loaned me the rest!

She hooked me up with this sweet deal.

- Is rehab-ho-bambi gonna bail us outta jail, too?!

- You're married to a cop. Figure it out.

Lidia: Hey, sorry I'm late, I couldn't find

Where dad moved the paint. - Behind the propane shed.

- Now she's painting things?

- Uh, I need something to keep me busy,

Other than yelling at mom.

Uh, by the way, you won't recognize the outhouse.

- Ooh, did you hire a fancy new york doorman,

And I hope you checked with the co-op board.

- What's so urgent even wise-ass showed up?

- Felicia's will.

- She left a will?

- Huh! Who inherits her bar tab?

- Ah, that would be me. - Okay!

- Yep, alcoholic. - Well...

This shouldn't take long.

(paper rustles)

(clears throat)

(reads) "I, felicia finley,

Being of sound mind and body..."

All: Hah!

- "do solemnly swear this is my last and only

Will and testament.

To bea and ken, I leave my trailer."

- Ours to begin with. - "to nora, my ham radio."

- Baller! I always wanted that sucker.

- "to ryan, my golf cart, since his brakes are for shit."

- Sweet!

- "sammy, my hatchback. Brakes also for shit."

- Dreams do come true.

- To rhian, my luggage.

Since you know that kind, decent husband

Will kick you out at some point.

- Okay, are we done here? Others: Ooh!

- As for my piece of the moonshine...

- What? - What?

- Uh, when we were strapped for cash,

We used to pay her with shares.

- How many shares?

- 43 percent!

All: (gasps) oh! What?

- Which I leave to my least-hated niece.

- (gasps)

- Lidia. Rhian: Oh!

♪♪♪

Are you kidding me?!

- Ohhh! Oh! Oh! - (laughs)

Uh...

(thud, receding footsteps)

- May she finally turn this shithole...

Into something worth a damn.

Bea: No way... (playing chords on piano)

(loud, dissonant notes)

- What?

A scorcher today.

You can expect sizzling 30 degrees,

With a uv index of, take your clothes off,

'cause yeah, it's only gonna get hotter.

- Rhian! Rhian, please stop!

You know there was nothing sound

About aunt felicia's mind, or her body!

- Perfect lidia with her perfect life

Gets what she wants, whenever she wants;

To hell with everybody else! - You think I asked for this?

(engine shuts off)

- You've always wanted what's mine.

- Not true! - Lower bunk.

- I was afraid of heights! - My prom date?

- He had an ex-wife and kids. You should be thanking me!

(exhales) rhi, please!

This is not a me-versus-you thing!

- No, it's a you-versus ryan-sammy-nora-and-me thing.

You lost your right to this place when you left.

- (sighs)

I'll talk to mom and dad. I'm gonna fix this, I swear!

- This is how the war starts, lidia.

No, I'm sorry, it's already started!

I'm already snorkel-deep in the shit trench,

And a sniper's fart from takin' you down!

(engine rumbles)

(revs engine)

- Oh!

(exhales heavily) arghhh!

Crystal: Ryan, who kissed rhian's butt

To get a job cleaning cabins, so she could help you

With your grow-op? - You did.

- Okay, and who drove you around

When you lost your licence? - Which time?

- Oh, uh, when we went to see the skinny singer.

- Celine dion!

- Right, right, right, right, right!

And who-who stuck by you

When you got fired by your own father,

And then helped you write your "I'm sorry, daddy" speech,

Because that is what you do when you're part of a team,

And one team member can't pay their half of the rent!

- Crystal! - No, let me finish, okay?

It is important that I am able to express

My authentic feelings, and be heard!

(sighs)

Right! Oh! Okay, sorry. (giggles) um, no.

I just um... Oh! I-okay.

I was thinking that if lidia doesn't want her shares,

Maybe we could have them?

- Us?

- Uh huh. Yeah! - Run this place?

- But you don't even like it here!

- Well yeah, no, but if we're ever gonna

Get respect and be something...

- We have to respect ourselves and strive to be better.

- This could be our chance to accomplish stuff.

Like, we could be in charge. - Oh!

- Yeah, and I know, like, lidia's on like,

A whole 'nother level. - Yeah.

- But that level could be ours, too.

Like, don't you wanna be on that level?

- Yeah! - Yeah! Me, too!

Do my back?

♪♪♪

- Ah, my good luck amp.

Been with me longer than my wife.

- Ha! Which one? - Moncton money, rush '82.

- Signals tour. - Hey, kid knows his stuff.

You in a band?

- Uh, I don't really perform.

- Oh, tragic waste of hair, man.

- Finn, here, is the family savant.

- I compose, mostly.

Just classical.

My dad wants me to apply to juilliard.

- Yeah, that'll get ya laid.

- This coming from the guy who hasn't changed his set list

In... I don't know, 30 years? - Well, we're in a cover band!

- Yeah, please teach this burnout some new tricks.

- I dunno, I kinda like the old stuff.

- Huh? Hey, we need some help backstage with the show

Tomorrow night, tune some guitars,

Fetch some beer, and uh, fend off the groupies!

- That sounds lit.

- Kid thinks I'm lit. (chuckles)

Ah...

(exhales noisily)

- Is she smoking?!

Mom! - I don't wanna hear it.

- Maybe you could time things.

We can bury you with felicia on Sunday, save me a trip.

- Anything else you'd like to discuss?

- Yes, actually. Aunt felicia's will.

I don't know what she was thinking.

- Huh, did anyone? - I need to talk to a lawyer,

Get those shares back to you and dad,

Or-or split them up between ryan and rhian, nora.

- Good idea.

- Mom, I live in new york,

I have the kids, I have the firm.

I can't be responsible for this place.

- (reads) "the future of clean design:

Bennett architecture."

And who is that?

- Our associate, marcie.

- Somebody's got eyes for daddy.

♪♪♪

Standby outta newark?

(hurried footsteps thud) - (regretful exhale)

♪♪♪

(door slams) - ah, you made it.

- Pfft, barely.

I see we got the executive suite. Any perks?

- Yep, aunt felicia's journals.

Everything you never wanted to know about fox den.

Turns out she had a lover named jill.

- Oh, and um... The dead woman's on the shelf.

- Ugh. How is your mother?

- Fine. Maybe. Who knows?

Ugh! But she did make sure everyone in town

Got a copy of this.

- As she should.

- What?

- Oh, I just wish you would've chosen a cover photo

Where the intern wasn't eye-banging my husband.

- Come on! She's a kid. It's not a thing.

- Does she know it's not a thing,

Because the magazine cover doesn't know it's not a thing.

- This magazine cover just got us two new clients.

- Really? - Yes!

A moma extension, and a getty.

Changed our flight so we could hit the ground running,

First thing Monday. - Wow, okay.

That's something. - Yeah, it's our something.

You and me.

- I'm sorry.

Just being around my family makes me nuts!

- (chuckles)

- The sooner I'm outta here, the better.

(chains jangle, punching thuds)

(grunts with effort)

(thudding, breathing heavily)

- Do you want supper before the dance?

- Gotta work. Lobster isn't gonna boil itself to death.

Not that I should be doing anything with the lobster,

Since we can't pay for it,

Since my idiot brother spent the money on drugs.

- Pretend I didn't hear that.

It's not lidia's fault that felicia left her

Half of this place. She said she'd fix this.

- Things don't get fixed around her, ter.

They get patched, stop-gapped, jerry-rigged,

Duct-taped, and then they explode all over again,

And there is raw sewage on the dance floor.

- You're not always a victim, rhi.

- Nope. Just the afterthought.

(hard punching thuds)

(panting) I'm the queen of summer fun, goddammit!

Not lidia, me! (hard punch)

Mom is sick, dad is 70.

They still have a majority.

What would it take to get power of attorney?

- I'm gonna grab a slice.

- Ter! - (footsteps crunch)

- Oh, for christ's sakes!

You know I'm off carbs!

(grunts)

(crickets chirp)

(waves lap)

(music plays, people cheer)

Man: Come on, yeah! Woman: Yeah!

- Everybody get up and dance!

- Always this busy?

- Only game in town.

Same original crowd, same original smell.

- You know, the guy at the door told me you used

To race around this place in a red convertible.

You called it the lobster.

He said, "once she got her claws into you..."

- Cherry b. God, I loved that car.

'til I didn't.

(loud knocking)

- Finn, come on!

(knocking)

- You too, huh?

Door guy just took my fake id.

- My brother's in there, and won't let me in.

Yet another example of the patriarchy

Shitting on my social life.

- You're a finley-cullen, right?

- My mom is. Was.

Not by choice.

- Can your mom get us in?

- I once bought a vape pen from a senior at school,

She sent a dea agent to his house.

(banging)

(door clicks open)

- What?

- You think I wouldn't hook a brother up, if he asked?

- You mean your "psycho" brother? I'm working.

- Come on!

- Hey, I'm michael.

- Finn. - I'm a lotta fun, finn.

- Uh... Look, this is a bar,

And I'm not even old enough to be here,

So... I'm sorry.

- Whatever. It's cool. - No, it's not!

(door slams)

What's the point of family if they can't help you

Do illegal shit?

- Well, I scored this bad boy off your uncle ryan.

- Big deal. I want some action.

Do you know lobsters eat each other alive?

That's what happens when you jail living creatures.

You deny them their right to roam free,

They go all cannibal.

It's their only form of protest.

- They can oppress us.

Can't incarcerate our souls.

♪♪♪

(sizzles)

- Yeah.

Isn't that right, little buddies?

(sizzles)

- Okay, so, we made our appearance.

Time to go?

- I promised finn we'd stay to hear the band.

- Finn's with the band?

- Daniel, he's coiling cable.

He's with family. - Yeah, he's with your family!

(band plays, crowd cheers)

♪ ohhhh I need you... ♪

- Dance?

- (scoffs) not without booze.

(crowd cheers)

Wooo! (applause) - okay!

(cell phone dings)

(crowd cheers and applauds)

Bruce: You may remember this one from back in the day.

I'm not sure I do, though.

(playing "time has come today" by the chambers brothers)

♪♪♪

(squealing, whirring)

(truck rumbles)

- (laughs)

♪ time has come today ♪

- The industrial crustacean complex will not oppress you

Anymore, little guys!

(both laugh)

Woo!

♪ I don't care what others say ♪

♪ they say we don't listen anyway ♪

♪ time has come today ♪

♪ hey! ♪

♪♪♪

♪ ohhh! ♪

♪ The room has changed today ♪

- You okay?

- Nope. (belches)

♪ I'm thinking about the subway ♪

♪ hey! ♪ ♪ My love has blown away ♪

♪ hey! ♪

♪ My tears have come and gone ♪

♪ hey! ♪

♪ Oh, my lord I have to roam ♪

- Come on, now! ♪ Hey! ♪

♪ I have no home ♪

♪ hey! ♪ ♪ I have no home ♪

♪ hey! ♪

♪♪♪

(electric guitar riff plays) woman: Yeah!

♪♪♪

♪ now the time has come ♪

- I'm not sure this the best time to ask lidia

About giving us the shares. - Why? She's having fun!

- Oh, that is not fun.

That is a meltdown.

Her husband person... - Daniel?

- Yeah, he reminds me of a guy I used to date,

The tattoo artist,

He was cheating on me with a woman

Who made custom leather stuff,

And I found out halfway through my mermaid sleeve.

- That's why she has no tail?

- Mhmm. It is my reminder to never trust a man

Who wears a belt more expensive than my car.

♪ Now the time has come ♪

- My sister seems emotional,

Which makes me emotional.

Care to share?

- No. - That gucci?

- This has been a good talk, but I'm leaving.

- I don't like what you're doing to her.

- I-I'm just curious,

Do they give you a punch card at rehab?

Nine stays, you get the tenth one for free?

- Daniel, leave him alone.

- My god! One day with these degenerates,

And-you know what, never mind.

- Unnnh! - Oh!

- No one calls a finley-cullen a degenerate!

(onlookers laugh)

Except a finley-cullen.

Do not make this a thing.

(crowd laughs)

(laughing)

- Ugh!

(ryan and crystal laugh loudly)

(door burst open)

- Daniel!

- (sighs)

- Do you love her? - No.

Maybe.

I don't know.

♪♪♪

- Oh! Ow!

♪ Time has come today ♪ crowd: Yeah!

- And when healthy communication

Can't be achieved, violence can be very effective!

- You're a dead man! Ah!

(onlookers scream, shout) - wheeee! Whoa!

(water burbles) - be free!

♪ I've been loved and put aside ♪

♪ time! ♪

♪ I've been crushed by a tumbling tide ♪

- No!

- Aaaah!

♪ And my soul has been psychedelicized ♪

♪ time! ♪

- (laughs) oh!

♪ Now the time has come ♪

♪ time! ♪

♪ There are things to realize ♪

- Yaaaaah! - Get out of here!

♪ Time has come today ♪ (light clicks off)

♪ time has come today ♪

(plays chords in harmony)

♪ time has come today ♪

♪ time has come today ♪

♪♪♪

♪ time has come today ♪

♪ time has come today ♪

- Yaaaaah! - Ah!

(hard punching thud)

(hard punching thud)

(crowd cheers the band) (hard punching thud)

(retches, vomits loudly)

(coughs, gasps)

(retches, vomits)

(sighs)

(lid squeaks)

(sighs)

(sighs heavily)

(deep sighs)

(sobs)

(waves lap)

(seagulls cry)

(birds chirp)

(bottles clank)

- (sighs)

- I got you a present at the church sale.

- You went into a church?

- You didn't burst into flames?

- (chuckles)

- It's a cozy for your boxed wine.

- Oh, I'll add it to my collection.

- Is that...

- Yep. Mom asked me to clean out the newsstand,

And...

(rips) every mailbox in town.

(fire crackles)

- Mom, you didn't have to...

- It's a little bit chilly today.

- Mhmm.

- Well, good a time as any to suit up for this memorial.

Least I can do for felicia is not show up in a bathrobe.

- So heard I missed a party last night.

- Oh, I'm not even gonna ask where you were.

- Good! That's your shitshow. - (sighs)

- You okay?

- Am I okay?

Well, my daughter's an anarchist,

My son's so stressed about college applications,

He's clinically depressed,

Uh, my marriage might be over,

And I stole the emotional support dog's sedatives

And washed them down with mini vodkas,

So, yeah, I'm doing great.

- This is progress.

- No, this is... Failure.

Everyone thinks my life is some success.

It's just a goddamn mess.

- Of course, it is, okay?

You're a finley-cullen. It's like, our thing.

- (laughs)

(clicks)

(cassette rattles)

(soft guitar music plays)

- Felicia wanted it simple.

A bit of food, family, no fuss.

But if anybody has a few words, - (yawns)

- What the hell is she gonna do about it now?

- (laughs)

- Lidia.

♪♪♪

Lidia: I, um...

(exhales)

I haven't had much contact with felicia since I left home.

She scared the shit outta me. (all chuckle)

- But this weekend, I stayed in her trailer,

And I got to know her a little better.

Felicia didn't talk much, but she did write.

And given the choice of "high times,"

Or her inner thoughts... Hmm!

So, here's what I know.

She collected the things people left at the beach,

And cared for these memories,

Until they met again.

And hair combs. Though, god knows why.

She'd always wear this hideous hat.

(all chuckle)

- (sighs)

She dug bad sci-fi,

Alex trebek,

And owls, so many owls.

- (laughs)

- She dreamt of travelling to nepal and egypt,

But she never did.

She stayed here,

At the moonshine.

Because she loved someone deeply,

And that someone loved her back.

Felicia knew what people said about her,

But he didn't care.

It was her truth.

And she lived it.

How many of us are brave enough to do that?

♪♪♪

(birds chirp)

(footsteps rustle in the foliage)

♪♪♪

Ryan: What?! (all laugh)

All: Oh! Here we go. Wow!

♪♪♪

♪♪♪

- Up your kilt, felicia!

(gun clicks, ashes patter)

(gun clicks, ashes patter)

(gun clicks, ashes patter)

(gun clicks, ashes patter)

(birds chirp)

♪♪♪

All: Woo! Yes! Yay! Alright! Woo-hoo!

(applause)

(family cheers and applauds)

- (sighs)

♪♪♪

- That eulogy.

It sounded something like lidia missing this place.

- (chuckles) never thought I'd see the day.

Huh! Thoughts?

Emotions?

I hope no one expects lobster.

- Well, lobsters come, lobsters go.

The kids got their kicks.

She would've loved it.

- (chuckles)

Maybe it's time we started taking it easy, huh?

Step back, let the kids run things.

- (chuckles)

Just that easy, hand over the keys.

- Why not?

- Do you want them to know the truth about this place?

- We can't keep secrets forever.

- Well, forever is not today.

- Sure. Sure.

- Stop worrying, my love, I've got this.

- Do ya now?

(seagulls cry)

- Hi, mom.

I'm sorry,

You know, about felicia and everything.

- Really?

- Ah! Then the rooks are exposed.

Ah, man. My pawn.

Pawns are exposed by my rook.

Bishop to d3, I can put my knight here.

No, checkmate.

- If you're thinking about suing, don't bother.

There's nothing to take but a bum septic,

And four decades worth of lost and found.

Or, I suppose, you could whore out my idiot brother.

- I'm not really the litigious type.

- Huh.

Okay, then.

No loitering.

(radio plays softly) ♪ somewhere, somehow... ♪

(cell phone rings)

- Hey.

Moira: How's the little fishing trip going, oscar?

- Fishing trip? More like whale hunt.

Harpoon's locked and loaded.

No business is this dysfunctional.

I know it's them. I can feel it!

- I've gone out on a limb for you. If this screws up...

- It's not gonna happen. Finley-cullens are going down,

And it will be glorious.

I'm going to ruin their lives.

(button beeps)

(car door slams)

- Well, we should hit the ro...

Why aren't you ready?

Where are the kids?

- Oh...

Damn it, daniel, the only reason I put up with your lies

For as long as I did is because it's my lie, too.

I pretend that things would get better,

That we would turn a corner,

That that stupid magazine cover would be my chance

To be seen as an equal.

My god!

All those years, supporting you.

Doing the dog work, the bullshit bathroom renos,

Kitchens, juggling the kids, just swallowing my pride!

Even when I knew,

I knew you were sleeping with a woman that I trained.

- We-we can talk about this when we get home. Please!

- This is my home.

- You can't be serious.

- Moonshine is mine.

Ah, 43 percent mine.

- You wanna run this dump?!

- I wanna rebuild it.

- We have six new client meetings this week!

- Yeah, I'm sure you and marcie will do just fine.

- Oh, wow!

Okay, anything else?!

- Yeah.

(keys rattle)

Return the car.

(footsteps thud)

(car starts, rumbles)

(rumbles, gravel crunches)

♪♪♪

- (sighs)

(grass rustles)

("the chain" by fleetwood mac plays)

♪ listen to the wind blow ♪

- Wait, where the eff is she going?

Why isn't she in the car?

Why aren't you in the car, lidia?! (tapping)

No! No!

No! No! No! No! No!

No!

Oh! No! No!

Noooo!

♪ And if you don't love me now ♪

♪ you will never love me again ♪

♪ I can still hear you saying ♪

♪ you would never break the chain ♪

♪ and if you don't love me now ♪

♪ you will never love me again ♪ (loud splash)

(water burbles)

♪ you would never break the chain ♪

♪ (never break the chain) ♪

♪♪♪

(water burbles)

(splashes)

♪♪♪

♪♪♪

♪♪♪

♪♪♪