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[music playing]

[sighs]

Thanks a lot.

Thanks for everything.

[music playing]

[laughs]

[music playing]

[music playing]

I hope you don't
mind Walter's music.

No.

It's sad thinking
of him alone all

those years, no girlfriends,
no one to slow dance with.

BIRCH: Ah.

His wife was the one true love.

And she died.

[sighs] Don't make me cry.

You looking boy, Copper.

You take good care of birch.

Walter died happier knowing
his dog was with you.

Aren't you gonna
try on your sandals?

Of course!

I can't believe you
fucking made these.

BIRCH: [chuckles]

I've never worn anything
made just for me.

Mm.

[laughs]

Move in with me.

Or come to Hudson.

It's got-- sturgeon, eels,
toxic waste to clean up.

Squall] No.

I'm going tomorrow.

It's Idaho or bust.

[groans]

My folks are in Florida,
and other than you,

I think New York's over for me.

At least for a while.

Will you write me?

No.

[laughs] Not unless it's email.

--[snorts] You're
gonna change your mind

when you get my letters.

Each one will be a work of art.

[music playing]

It's so fucking hot.

I had to tuck a bunch of
Kleenex between my legs

to stop all the sweat.

STOP, please?

My pouched eggs
are just meeting up

with last night's margaritas.

Pardon, pardon.

Hey, you never called me
back about house sitting.

I was dying to do it.

Kyle decided to bring
Marianne with us.

Hi, Luella, you skank.

What's up?

On my way to have
brunch with Ginger.

Who?

Your boss's new
assistant, darling.

I'll pay corporate spy and find
out when she's hiring you back.

Didn't you hear?

The economy's betting better.

I hope so.

Or else there'll be an
uprising of junior fashion

editors sporting Hermes
Uzis and Balenciaga AK-47s.

I'll get the dirt
and call you tonight.

And you better invite
me up some weekend.

[kissing sounds]

Mwah.

ANDREW: If Marianne
gets out of the cage,

she'll die, plain and simple.

KYLE: She'd die if
Luella was house-sitting.

We just have to be careful.

You know how devastated she
is when we go out of town.

ANDREW: It's like you have to
infantalize everything, turn

people, animals,
fucking handbags

into cute little Easter baskets
wrapped up for some rich bitch.

Bobble-headed girl.

It's bullshit.

KYLE: Thanks.

It's good to finally know
that every ounce of my being

is worthless.

ANDREW: 95% of you
is lovely, amazing.

5% of you, your coating?

It's like some
Hello Kitty upfuck.

KYLE: Upfuck?

What are you talking about?

ANDREW: Nothing.

I'm just a pretentious dick.

[music playing]

[screams]

You'll love the pond.

Anything in there
that'll bite my toes?

Just me.

--[chuckles] I hope that means
you have sex on the brain.

It's been weeks, you know.

Thank god!

Can we have picnics too?

Anything you want.

Just as long as you help
me clean the house up.

10 years ago my dad
was a big time hoarder.

Imagine it now.

Frankly, I'm glad I never
had to meet your dad.

I wish I could say the same.

That's pitiful.

Anyway, I told you
attach things up with him

before it was too late.

Don't even go there.

Imagine how I feel.

Like a son who's
lost his father.

It's normal to feel bad.

Be cool with me, OK?

I'm walking into my past here.

It's heavy, stressful.

[music playing]

Well, here goes nothing.

This is it.

Hey!

You can't go in there.

Uh, hi.

I'm Walter's son.

Who are you?

Andy?

I can't believe it.

Uh-- Birch?

Um.

Wow.

I'm real sorry.

Thanks.

L-- I guess you didn't
expect to see me here.

No.

This is a pretty big surprise.

Kyle.

Birch.

We were friends as kids.

Oh, really?

We had some time
off so it seemed--

BIRCH: He tried to contact you.

Did he?

I'm sorry, what's
your name again?

Birch.

Hmm

[chuckles] Welcome.

Do you live here?

Yeah.

--[sighs] There's
no reception here.

Yours sandals are to die for.

Oh yeah?

I made them.

Kyle works in fashion.

Ohh.

So, um, when did
you two first meet?

Oh, we were kids together.

Birch spent summers with his
grandparents down the road.

You never told
me about a Birch.

So, when did you and
my dad become friends?

When I started working
for him five years ago.

ANDREW: Doing what?

Everything-

What's that mean?

Carpentry, tarring
roofs, working leather.

Everything he tried
to interest me in.

Uhh.

He straightened me out.

He was a great man.

I guess you'd know
better than me.

Well, all I know
is he helped me.

I find that hard to imagine.

I haven't talked to
the man in a decade.

Some old lady calls me and
says he's been dead for weeks.

We drive up and find
that you've been hanging

with him for five years?

That's about all right.

Andrew wants to
clean the place up.

We might use it on the
weekends or rent it out.

Ahh, there we go.

So, this is not how
I pictured your room.

I sold everything so I
could move to the city.

That's all that's left.

So this is your house, right?

ANDREW: Of course.

It was just my dad and me.

I was the only living relative.

KYLE: Maybe your
dad left it to him.

I wouldn't be surprised.

Birch is hot.

In a "Little House on
the Prairie" sort of way.

He used to be heavy metal.

[knocking]

BIRCH: Supper's
ready in 2O minutes.

Um, OK.

Thanks.

Supper?

This trout it was incredible.

Did you catch it?

Yeah.

And I got the greens
down by the stream.

They're good, huh?

My dad used to take us fishing.

By the waterfall.

I still go there.

[sighs] Dammit.

It keeps dropping me.

Try the trout.

Not to be rude, but
I don't eat seafood.

You eat sushi all the time.

Eat what you're
comfortable with.

This cheese is yummy.

BIRCH: I made it.

You make cheese?

Out of what?

Dairy products, Kyle.

Milk.

I know that.

But-- but from what animal?

Beaver.

Beaver milk?

Mostly with a little coyote
milk for that sharp bite.

--[laughs] He's
yanking your chain.

When my grandparents
died, Walt told me if I

ever needed work, come see him.

But I wanted to roam.

[nervous laugh] I drove
around, living in my truck.

What did you do for money?

Sold off my grandparents'
stuff at flea markets.

Oh.

And I went all over
Vermont, Kentucky,

then I couldn't take it anymore.

Eating every meal
at Quick Marts.

The people out there
are crazy, dangerous.

Drifters and grifters
express, I called it.

So I came back here
and haven't left since.

So you took care of
him when he got sick?

Yeah.

You want to tell
me what happened?

I didn't know you
were interested.

Well, I am.

OK.

Uh, we were doing a job for
the Presbyterian church,

making pews.

The day we loaded the last
pew onto their flat bed truck,

Walt looked funny, like he'd
lost 2O pounds overnight.

And his skin was yellow,
and he said his belly hurt.

Week later, he died in bed.

Those are his last drawings.

They were on the bed
with him when he died.

KYLE: Oh my god.

[music playing]

My grandma used to
play this all the time.

[laughs]

[music playing]

You mind turning that
off while We talk?

[music playing]

He wanted to contact you
but said you hated him.

Look, man, I feel really
strange about all of this.

Andrew said he was a hoarder,
but this place is pretty tiny.

No.

That entire wall from floor
to the ceiling was newspapers.

BIRCH: It was disaster in here,
took us four months to clean.

Found reminders
of you everywhere.

Really?

School papers, a
Christmas list from 1991 .

Aww, that's so cute.

And, uh, hoarding was
part of his depression.

Your dad was a sad man.

[nervous laugh] Sad about what?

Doesn't it take feelings,
sensitivity to be sad?

Man, you're bitter.

No, I'm a happy person.

And that's because
he's out of my life.

He lost the wife that he
loved more than anything.

Then he drove his son away.

You wrecked him for a while.

And then he got
on with his life.

Is that when you've skipped in?

BIRCH: [nervous laugh]
I was in bad shape too.

We helped each other out.

Life got better.

That's interesting.

So you became the
dutiful surrogate son?

I told Andrew to patch
things up with his dad.

Why didn't you even call
me, invite me to the funeral?

BIRCH: I didn't know how
to get a hold of you.

Have heard of Google?

I'm listed on the NYU
grad student homepage.

I don't do electric mail.

Helen found you somehow.

But you didn't even try.

You know, Andy, you were a
lot nicer when We were kids.

What happened?

Kitty Wells, Montana
Slim-- who are these people?

[laughs]

Look who's here, buddy.

It's Andrew.

[nervous laugh]
Can you believe it?

How's it going up
there flying around

with the hawks and eagles, huh?

By the way, the paint on
the gravestone is temporary.

I can't find a chisel.

When I do, I'll get to work.

KYLE: [nervous laugh] Isn't
burying a body in your yard

illegal?

I mean, won't the health
department get mad?

We did what people have
done for thousands of years.

When that old lady called--

Helen.

ANDREW: She said
she didn't know what

he had, but probably cancer?

Yeah, We think it
was a pancreatic.

ANDREW: You think?

What did the doctor say?

Your dad hated doctors.

ANDREW: No, he didn't.

He changed a lot
since you left home.

I haven't forgotten what
an asshole he was when we

were kids, how he treated you.

But he really did transform.

Transformed into
a doctor hater?

So, you just let him die?

We prayed for
him to get better.

(LAUGHING) What the fuck?

Let me guess-- you
administered the chemo.

No.

Look, he called up an old
girlfriend, a Christian Science

practitioner.

This is getting crazy.

Helen moved in and became
his nurse, spiritual nurse.

No drugs, no chemo.

So you're telling me my atheist
father became a Christian?

Christian Scientist.

And no, he didn't become one.

He just really liked to pray.

My dad never prayed
a day in his life.

There's a lot you don't know.

Obviously.

He loved music,
had a great voice.

There was always
a record playing.

Cowboy singers Gene
Autry during the day.

At night it was Billie
Holiday, Julie London.

Helen and I, we made
him comfortable.

We'd make him laugh.

And Copper slept with him, did
a lot more good than radiation.

I don't know this man
you're talking about.

It was really something
else being with him.

He took the disease head-on.

His strength, it
changed my life.

[music playing]

Yeah, come on,
Marianne, come on.

Off of the floor, come on.
[clicking sounds] Good bunny.

LUELLE (ON PHONE): Kyle!

Hi, Luella?

LUELLE (ON PHONE): Oh my
god, where have you been?

I'm nowhere,
absolutely nowhere.

LUELLE (ON PHONE): I've
been calling all clay.

The reception here is terrible.

There's no internet either.

LUELLE (ON PHONE): How bizarre.

Have you talk to Heady?

LUELLE (ON PHONE): Yes, honey,
she's such an evil bitch.

I don't think she's
gonna hire you back.

Well, this magazine
fucking sucks without me.

LUELLE (ON PHONE): I know.

And it'll probably
fold without you.

But--

--[sighs] I'm gonna
call her in a few days.

LUELLE (ON PHONE):
I-- I don't know

if that's such a good idea.

Marianne!

Marianne!

Here, baby.

Marianne!

Come on, sweetie.

Where are you, little girl?

Your stupid dog has
chased her so far away

she'll never find her Way back.

This is your fault.

I told you not to bring her.

I knew this would happen.

You opened the door
and let her out.

Could you even comprehend
how terrified she must be?

You are both fucking hopeless.

Go back to the house, close
the doors, stay there.

I'll find the damn rabbit.

So?

[screams]

[glass breaking]

You need to clean
that up, right now!

I'm sorry.

He's really upset.

He loves that rabbit.

I'm sure he does
like I love Copper.

But it was dumb
to bring him here.

To bring me here?

He means Marianne.

I like to keep things
peaceful in my house.

Actually, it's my house now.

[music playing]

He buried your dad.

Right out there.

What went on between them?

Something weird.

You don't think-- could Birch
have done something to my dad?

Like-- like murder?

Not that.

I mean-- well, I don't know.

I mean, the-- the guy
thinks he's a cowboy

or Paul Revere or Whatever.

I think he's crazy.

Marianne, my poor baby!

Birch makes it
sound like they were

this happy, well-adjusted
father and son who fish

and build church pews together.

And make a gorgeous sandals.

Do you think he's lying?

My dad was mean, not
fun, not supportive.

Maybe they got
into a fight, Birch

killed him in self-defense.

Or maybe he's a
sociopath, killed

my dad for the house, workshop,
social security, his pension.

Maybe something
else was going on.

Once when we were kids,
Birch shot a Woodpecker

with a BB gun, killed it.

So?

That's what rednecks do.

I don't think Birch
murdered your dad.

He used to kick me.

Called me a lard ass,
called me a girl.

Once when I was asleep,
he came in here,

picked up the mattress,
and dumped me on the floor.

Very Joan Crawford.

Be serious.

You be serious.

Open your eyes.

Maybe Papa and
Birch were a couple.

That's disgusting.

[nervous laugh]

The man punched me in
face when I came out.

Do you actually
think a man like that

would get into some dad and
lad role playing kink thing?

Oh, son, fuck me hard.

Oh, Dad, that feels so good.

--[laughs] Maybe they just
kept each other company.

Companions.

Kiss me, dammit.

[groaning]

KYLE: Oh my my god.

Oh my god.

Fuck yeah!

[groans] Oh god.

[groans] Oh my god,

God.

Fuck yeah.

[groans]

The will he left
is not official.

Technically, I could
easily take this house.

Yeah.

But Why?

Aren't you in grad
school in the city?

Yes.

But we could make a nice
income renting this place out.

Then I'll rent it.

I'm not comfortable with that.

I mean, do you even
have an income?

[chatter]

He)', darling!

[chatter]

Did you see those
lights again last night?

[laughter]

I lucked out on
watermelon this year.

So how are the bees this year?

Good.

Excellent.

What eyes you have.

My Word!

[laughs] Aren't you a tense one?

Tense?

No.

MAY: You seem angry to me.

E-- excuse me?

I'm the chillest guy
in the Catskills.

Ha!

How do you know Birch?

I'm a customer.

He built my puppet theater.

You see that impeccable
workmanship there?

It's pretty freakin' bitchin'.

And he practically
gave it to me for free.

Because you use
it to help people.

[laughs]

You do kids' parties?

Only this one.

No, I'm a licensed
art therapist.

Certified up the Wazoo.

Courts call me.

Hey, May, get over to the
orphanage or the juvie hall

or shelter for battered women.

You know, trauma
puppets. [laughs]

Does it work?

Good question.

You said that girl,
the self-mutilator,

is in complete remission.

That's right.

You should be like, I
don't know, a story on NPR.

I have, uh, Chinese ones
and little dreadlocks kids.

And oh, don't forget the obese.

I have everybody under
the rainbow represented

at home in my puppet closet.

[laughs] Save me one of
those venison burgers.

[laughs] Part one, the conflict.

(GRAVELLY VOICE) Son, I say
you having sex with a boy.

It's wrong.

It's disgusting.

I'm embarrassed for our family.

You have a moral weakness.

(HIGH-PITCHED VOICE)
Dad, it's true I'm gay.

But it's not wrong.

I'm a good person.

Mom would understand if
she were still alive.

(GRAVELLY VOICE)
I raised a fairy!

My only son is a
pansy fruit cake.

My wife would disown you.

(HIGH-PITCHED VOICE)
Go fuck yourself, Dad.

(GRAVELLY VOICE)
Why you-- [grunting]

[applause]

Part two--

What the fuck?

You have a stranger reenact
the worst event in my life

with puppets?

It's just a funky
kind of therapy.

It Works.

I'm trying to help you.

He") me?

You're the weirdo.

You're the one who did
something to my dad.

Give it up.

You're jealous because
I had a relationship

with him and you didn't.

Get over it.

Get back to your important
life in the city.

Fucked

Ah!

Monday, I put this
place up for sale.

And you're out of here!

Oh my god.

Oh my god!

MAY: I've never gotten
that reaction before.

ANDREW: I know you're out here.

You like being dead?

See me punching your son out?

Remember what you used to say?

There goes my little girl!

[music playing]

Stay home, hey.

[inaudible] Kyle.

[music playing]

[whistles]

Mmm.

Ohh, man.

Hey, Harvey.

You really outdone
yourself with this batch.

[whistles]

Fuck you.

[whistles]

Come to punch me out?

Fine, let's do it.

--[sighs] I had a
hunch you'd be here.

You think I had
some sentimental

attachment to these
rocks because We used

to camp here 500 years ago?

[laughs] Mmm.

I guess I know you
better than I thought.

That puppet show was
really sick and twisted.

BIRCH: It seem like a good
idea, but I guess not.

[laughs]

What's with the
survivalist drag?

Drag?

Pretending to be some pioneer
from the time of Lincoln?

I'm not pretending anything.

I just live the Way I like.

If you're a Tea Bagger,
just tell me now.

I'd really like to know.

I'm surprised you
don't have a poster

of Sarah Palin over your bed.

--[laughs] You've got
me all wrong, Andy.

Don't call me that.

My name is Andrew.

[laughs]

Do you even know
who Sarah Palin is?

You do know what the
internet is, right?

BIRCH: I've seen it.

I don't need it.

I mean, yeah, I am familiar
with that fish Wife.

Fish Wife?

I saw that word
somewhere recently.

[sighs] Henry James
says "fish wife" a lot.

You've read James?

Oh, I've only read "What
Maisie Knew." [clears throat]

Crazy families interest me.

Not surprising.

Must be nice to concentrate
the way people used to.

My brain's addled.

But you're getting a doctorate.

I take Adderall.

What's that?

It's a type of
speed they prescribe

for attention deficit disorder.

Huh.

(SARCASTICALLY) That
makes a lot of sense.

It does in my world.

[groans] God.

[sighs] Whew!

What is that shit?

This?

Harvey's wonder tonic.

[music playing]

[water splashes]

Don't be a milk sock.

Come in!

[music playing]

[water splashes]

[laughter]

Why are you still wearing those?

[chuckles]

KYLE: If I don't get my
job back, I'm screwed.

Why can't you get
something else?

I screwed up.

And if the magazine
won't have me back,

no one in the fashion
world will trust me again.

Screw up?

Oh.

I love cha-cha!

[laughs]

More like fucked up.

I had a shoot.

I stole some clothes
from a designer.

Like $20,000 worth.

[laughter]

Oops!

[laughs]

KYLE: Exactly.

[laughter]

Have you ever
heard that phrase,

"think outside the box"?

Of course.

It's called a tired cliche.

But it's true cliche.

Look, as a therapist, I'm also
trained to give career advice.

And what you've got to
do is the unexpected.

Clothes, magazine,
it's what I live for.

[cha-cha music playing]

Don't be a slave.

Start your own magazine.

That sounds great
and all, but it's

the principle of the thing.

I gave the clothes back.

I took a Xanax that day, and I
don't know what came over me.

[laughter]

What kind of childhood
did you have, Kyle?

My childhood is off limits.

It was terrible.

But I wrapped up that part of
my life in a steel wool, May,

and I put it down
the garbage disposal.

My word.

So, what exactly happened?

Nothing happened.

I don't follow.

[phone buzzing]

That was probably
Luella, telling me

that Heady-- that's
my boss-- will

be calling me tomorrow
to give me my job

back because she needs me.

I have a lot of talent, May.

I believe you.

I'm shitfaced.

I'm getting sober.

I gotta get that puppet
theater back home.

Where's Andrew?

I'm really worried.

I want him here now!

[cha-cha music playing]

May, May!

[grunts]

Hey, May!

Ugh, cockadoodledoo!

Oh my god.

May, it's time to get up.

Where am I?

At Andrew's house.

Birch's.

I went out looking for
them, but I got scared.

Don't worry about those two.

It's not like they're
prepared to camp.

They could die out there.

Birch?

Impossible.

That kid takes to the woods
like-- like-- I don't know,

trees, dirt, newts.

[laughter]

We don't even know
if they're together.

MAY: Have some more wine.

It's Independence Day in
the Catskill Mountains.

Maybe that might work for
you, but this situation's

potentially life or death.

Around here, it's fine
and normal to pass time

in the woods.

Birch'll look out
for your boyfriend.

(SPEAK-SINGING) You
are such a maiden

fair all in your robes of red.

Will you take me in your
arms and have me in your bed?

Away, away, you cold blacksmith.

What you do say is wrong.

Does thou think a lass like me
could be had for just a song?

And he said, bide,
my lady, bide.

Your lust for me don't hide.

This lusty smith will be your
love and pound away your pride!

[clapping]

In this old tale,
we have a man named

August Horitzawa who carried
10 pounds of gold bullion

in his pockets.

His clothed sagged funny as
he walked down the street.

This was in Tahiti
in the year 1849.

August walked into a saloon
where he met Herman Melville.

They ate fish and drank
all night as hula girls

tried to catch their attention.

But the men were
fascinated by each other.

When they were good and drunk,
August took out some gold

and paid the tab.

They walked outside
in a beautiful jungle.

August tried to kiss
Herman Melville,

but Melville was hesitant
and said, goodnight.

KYLE: You don't respect
who I am or what I do.

(ANGRY VOICE) Shut up, Kyle.

You're so needy.

You think I'm superficial.

You say it all the time, Andrew.

(ANGRY VOICE) 95% of you
is loving and amazing.

The other 5%, your coating, is
like some Hello Kitty upfuck.

That's right.

I'm a cartoon upfuck!

And speaking of fucking, why
do I practically have to bribe

you to stick your dick in me?

--[yawns] I used to
hate it when you'd go

back to the Adirondacks
at the end of the summer.

The rest of the
year I'd miss you.

In bed at night, falling
asleep, I used imagine you

and me having
adventures together.

Really?

That must sound strange to you.

BIRCH: Not at all.

ANDREW: Sorry about that.

Does it hurt?

No.

Oh my god.

Oh my god!

[chuckles] God fucking dammit.

Marianne, come back!

Copper!

Marianne!

Come back!

Copper!

Marianne!

Come back!

[Sobs]

Oh hey.

Hey, what happened?

[Sobs]

Why are you so upset?

Hey, “hey.-

We just lost track of time.

We crashed in the woods.

[cries]

Tell me why you're
so freaked out.

[cries]

They're both gone.

I don't know if they're
alive or where they are.

Oh god!

This is the worst thing
that's ever happened to me.

[breathes heavily]

Copper will be back.

Can't say the same
for the rabbit.

[sobs] Marianne!

[Sobs]

He's asleep.

I gave him an Ambien.

Incredible.

[banging]

I almost brought Copper
into the woods with me,

but I told him to stay
here to keep Kyle safe.

I'm really sorry.

That dog is my last
connection to Walter.

What about me?

I'm actually
blood-related to the guy.

[laughs] [sighs]

Kyle's convinced that
you killed my dad.

Why would I would do that?

I don't know.

So you could live here.

I lived here before
your dad even got sick.

I didn't kill him.

[laughs] I loved the guy.

Kyle also thinks-- he thinks
you and my dad were lovers.

What do you think?

[nervous laugh]

I wish we could have
just stayed in the forest.

You can.

I mean with you.

I learned that I've loved
you since we were kids.

You've got a boyfriend.

Look, Birch.

L-- I know we had sex and
all, but are you even gay?

--[nervous laugh]
I don't think so.

You don't know?

I'm not sure.

Either way, I don't really
care if I am or if I'm not.

ANDREW: That makes no sense.

How do you identify?

As a man.

I've got a dick.

I've got a brain, a heart.

What are you talking about?

You were gay last night.

Well, Let's put it this
way, I'm gay for you.

Otherwise, I don't really
think in those terms.

It doesn't even cross my
mind to think that way.

Do you think of men
when you jerk off.

Sure.

Do you think of women?

Oh yeah.

Then you're bisexual.

OK.

All right.

[nervous laugh]

You've got a boyfriend, Andy.

And he needs you.

[dialing tones]

Heady, hi!

[chuckles] I finally got you.

Oh.

[nervous laugh] Y-- yeah.

No problem.

Yeah.

Thanks.

[groans]

[music playing]

ANDREW (IN PHONE AUDIO): One day
I put this place up for sale,

and you're out of here.

You hit really hard.

Watch.

I don't need to see that.

--[sighs] This is the
worst hangover of my life.

Oh god.

At this point, I'm so
fucked that murdering

Heady is actually the
best thing I could do.

I agree.

Very wise career move.

It hurts, Andrew.

It hurts bad when
people don't like you.

I'm in pain, OK?

Worse ever.

Please try to pull
yourself together.

You spent the night
with that hick.

The least you could
do is be nice to me.

Unemployment can
make anyone lose it.

You still care
about me, don't you?

You know, this is
how I get sometimes.

I know.

But we should face
the facts and know

that Marianne is probably dead.

Please.

We should go back to the city.

You're not cut out
for living up here.

What am I going to do?

You're gonna get out there.

You're gonna make your way.

You're super creative.

Do something unexpected.

That's what May said.

You've got to think
outside the magazine box.

May said that too.

You could be a
buyer for a store.

You could design.

You have options.

Exactly.

Look at Birch.

He wants a table, he builds it.

He wants sandals, he makes them.

You need a job in fashion.

Make it happen.

[chuckles]

Sounds like you two Boy Scouts
had a great bonding experience.

ANDREW: Yeah.

[chuckles] I knew it.

Knew what?

You guys did it.

ANDREW: Oh, please.

I can hear it in
your voice, Andrew.

You've fallen for
his Farmer John act.

You seduced him.

Admit it.

I can see it in your eyes.

Yeah.

Well?

KYLE: Well, what?

You want me to cry?

I cried over you last night,
but you were not here.

I'm really sorry.

I have my career
to worry about.

I still love you.

You know that.

Did you say that to
him too, as you sang

cowboy songs under the stars?

It just happened.

You're still my guy.

Copper!

Here, boy!

[whistles] [smacks lips]

Thanks, bud.

Kyle, come eat!

I made a decision.

I'm going back to
the city-- alone.

Oh?

I'll take your car.

Um, fine.

I'll come back on the
bus in a couple weeks.

What're you gonna
do in the city?

Something unexpected.

You gonna be OK?

Yeah.

Probably.

I don't know.

I'll come back with you.

Really?

No.

I want you to say.

I need to figure myself out.

Birch, how much do you
want for your sandals?

Nothing, they're yours.

Thanks.

Have you ever thought of
selling them, professionally?

Now and then I sell them down
at the flea market, $40 a pair.

Are you kidding me?

$40?

[scoffs]

It's not like
there's a high demand.

Are you insane?

These things are incredible.

People will love them.

$40?

He's right.

You could sell them
for at least $200.

No way.

--[laughs] I've got the most
fucking genius idea ever.

[laughs]

[chuckling]

I'm going to start a
website called Leather,

and I'm going to see if I can
sell your custom-made sandals

on the internet.

How does that sound to you?

Let's talk when you
make your first sale.

I'm serious, Birch.

I know.

Sure, I'll help you out.

Promise?

[car engine starting]

[horn honking]

Are you afraid?

A little.

Good.

Why good?

A little fear will
keep this special.

I'm so glad you're here.

ANDREW: I am too.

Leave that world
behind for awhile.

[exhales]

[dog barking]

Copper!

Copper!

Get back in here!

[dog barking]

Party's up here!

[dog barking]

Hey!

Oh, I missed you, boy!

Come here, boy!

Ohh!

Ohh!

I missed you, boy!

[music playing]