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(applause)

(Max): I was right. I was right.

Now that's nice. That's good.

Most people don't get me,
you know.

Nobody's direct anymore.

You notice this? Everybody's got
like a secret language.

It's like a code for what
they really wanna say.

Like the doctor who first told
me my son was autistic.

You know, he says to me,
he says:

"You know, the autistic mind
is wired in brilliant

and revolutionary ways."

I said: "Oh, yeah? How so?"

Because, you know,
my son didn't speak.

Didn't speak at all for years.

Communicated only in grunts,
growls and ear-piercing screams.

And then when he finally
started speaking,

he wouldn't shut up.

(people laughing)

It's true. He wouldn't.
He wouldn't.

You know, that doctor could have
saved us both a lot of time

if he'd just said the truth.

- "Just slap those bitches and
show 'em who's boss!"

- Ezra!

- Autistic kids don't
give a fuck, man.

- Say my name!

Say my name!

(violin music)

- You look good.

How's work?

- Good. When did Ezra
see Breaking Bad?

- We binged it
last weekend.

- Maybe we should be
a little more careful.

What do you mean?

He's been reading
the New York Times
since he was 5.

He can handle Walter White.

(principal): Thank you
for coming in.

- Hi!

- Hi, Jenna. Good to see you.
Hi, Max.

You both know Dr. Tamarova.

- Mm-hmm.

- Ezra, please
stay with Anthony.

- Hi. I'm Ms. Cathro.
What's happening?

Why is Ezra not with
the rest of the class?

- He's really been acting out
today. I have other students

who want to learn, who count
on me to keep them safe.

- I'm getting so tired
of this shit.

- Max
- No.

You know that he's bullied
here, right?

Yeah, maybe he was trying
to make that vicious

little kid laugh.
Ezzie came home

with a bloody lip last week.
Anybody get expelled for that?

- I've spoken to that
boy's parents as well.

- Right, but Ezzie's
the bad one.

- No, no. Ezra
is not bad.

But today he was a danger
to himself and others.

- There it is, there it is.
The secret language.
I was waiting for it.

- Max.
- Huh?

- Max! Stop.

- You can't expel him. He's been
working very, very hard.

And, yes, he has had
his bad days,

but he's also
met a lot of the goals

that you set up for him

Ms. Lee. Please.
You can't drop him.

(Dov): Max, this autism shit,
it's depressing.

(Emma): You can talk about
whatever you want if you give us

a reason to want to listen.

And I want to listen. I think my
cousin's autistic.

But it's gotta be funny.

(Dov): See, the sign says comedy
on it.

It's not a funeral parlor.

- Huh. What is this, a fucking
intervention?

(Greer): I disagree. You need
to go deeper, further.

Make a whole set out of it.

- Yeah, well make a whole
evening out of it.

You know,
"Disabilities with Max".

- I'm not telling jokes.
I'm storytelling.

(Emma): I know you're not
telling jokes.

But you gotta make
it funny.

- Sad stories. Jackie, you
should see his sad stories.

(Emma): Oh, I've seen plenty.
- Nosy, dark, and sexy.

- Sorry to interrupt, I just
wanted to tell you

I loved your set.

(Dov): There you go.
(Max): Thank you.

- You're welcome. I'm Susan.
Can I buy you a drink?

(Dov): I'd save the dough.
This guy is in mourning.

(Susan): Hey.

Are you crying?

- Ah, come on.

- I'll call you.

- Really?

(sighing)
- No.

(sighing)

- He cried, didn't he?

It's his kid, my grandson.

You hungry? Fix you something
to eat.

(wood floors creaking)

(piano music)

(Jenna): It's a bigger number
than we discussed,

but it's exactly
the neighborhood

that you wanted.

Listen, there are multiple
bids, so I think

we have to come in above
the ask.

I wish that wasn't the case,
but unfortunately,

it's still a seller's market.
Ezra! Breakfast!

(piano music)

(peeing)

- Where'd you get the shirt?

- Come on. Cut it out.
It's not your shirt.

- You sure it's not my shirt?

- I'm sure.

- Enrico moved to the Ritz.

And my building is still
a union house,

and there's an
opening now, so...

- Yeah.
- I want you to consider that.

- Yeah, okay.

I'm just not gonna be
a doorman, pop. Thank you.

- There's nothing wrong
with being a doorman.

- And a man your age should't
be living with his father.

- They're expelling him.
They expelled Ez.

They want me to put him
in a special needs school.

- Nah none of it's special.
It's all bullshit.

- And there it is, they're
recommending drugs.

- Put him in a gym, and let him
workoff that special sauce.

- No.
- But you gotta keep fighting.

- Yeah. Keep fighting, right.
You know how much

that's costing me?
I'm paying for her lawyer,

I'm paying for my lawyer.
Jenna knows I'm broke.

Can I have a fork, please?

- She knows you're still not
over her, too. That's one thing.

- Just cut it out already,
alright. Give me a break.

Come on.

- Break. Okay, who cries after
fucking a stranger?

- That's crazy. You gotta move
on, kiddo.

Believe me, I know what it's
like to fuck things up

with a woman.

And to get stuck
with a kid on top of it.

More coffee?

- Yeah. What, am I new here?
I'll take a coffee.

(sirens in the distance)

(Max): Tell me something
good, Jayne.

- I have something really,
really good.

- I'm not doing it.
Nah, I write for me now.

- Come here.
- For me.

- Come here.

- I'm not sitting
on your lap.

- I got something
to tell you. Come on.

You don't want me to get up.

- Alright.

No one's gonna hire me in late
night anymore.

Conan fucking
blackballed me.

- Well, you punched him
in the balls.

- Well, I was aiming
for his stomach.

He's so fucking tall!

- Why are you so crazy?

Listen. Robert Segal has heard
great things about you.

- Robert Segal. Kimmel's booker?

- He wants to see you down
at the Cellar tonight.

- No, I can't. I can't
do it tonight.

I'm taking Ezzie to the Big
Lebowski tribute.

We're gonna dress
up like the characters.

We'll throw shit at the screen.
It's gonna be awesome.

- That's all cute.
But not tonight.

- I can't. I can't let
the dude down.

- You wanna do something
for your son?

You get Mr. Segal to book
you on Mr. Kimmel.

(Jenna): Okay, ready?
I'm getting the costume.

Okay this is cozy.

This is gonna be itchy.

- I know.

- Okay.

Okay.

(laughing)

You look so cute!

(screaming)

I'm sorry! I'm sorry!
I'm sorry!

It's okay.

- I'm sorry, Ezzie.
It's okay. It's okay. It's okay.

(children cheering
in the background)

(Bruce): I got it, honey. Wow.
Look at you.

So, a lawyer walked
into a bar--

- No, no. Don't do that, Brice.

- It's Bruce.
- Ezzie! Ezzie!

- And you're Hay-zeus,
the bowler, right?

- It's Jesus, man.
- Jesus.

- Have you not seen the movie?
- No, it's been a-- Oh!

And here's the Big Lebowski!

- "I am not Mr. Lebowski. You're
Mr. Lebowski. I'm the Dude."

- Well, not yet you're not.

Let's see. Now you're the dude.

- Let me see.

Just in case.

- Okay. He's with me. He's not
gonna have a meltdown.

- Sure. Well, we'll be back
by 9 so,

just the movie and
straight home.

Promise?

- Yeah, I promise.
- Okay!

- Okay.
- Okay. Straight home, guys.

- Yeah. You, too. Okay?
- Have fun!

- Alright.

- He didn't like my joke.

(rock music)

(man): Look, buddy!

(Max): Jack-Jack-Jacquelyn.
- What's up, Max?

I'm gonna go get changed.

- Hi, Ezra.
- Hi.

Have you been to a costume
ball then, love?

- No. Big Lebowski, 7 pm show.

Oh!
Great movie. Love it.

- I'll have a White Russian.

- Virgin White Russian
for the dude.

- Actually pineapple juice.
I'll have pineapple juice.

You make me think of pirates.

- Really? That's weird.

- Yes.
- Even though the pirate accent

is typically west
country English.

- Arrgh! The Irish are
fine pirates.

(Max): Oh! Drop the lobe!
Drop the lobe.

- Max is stoned, everyone.
Max is stoned.

- Really, dude?

(woman 1): I don't know
if anyone's in an interracial
relationship.

(woman 2): I'm in one.
My girlfriend's Puerto Rican.

(woman 3): Yes! Thank you.
I appreciate that.

- Okay. See the guy over
there with glasses?

That's him. Okay, I need my
Ezzie mojo, okay?

You ready to be my good
luck charm?

Find me a more unhappy
human being.

- Depressing. Why would
I do that?

- Don't be so literal, Ezzie.
Come on, let's go.

- The first time my dad

interacts with a gay
person, he calls me.

Every interaction.

It doesn't matter how small it
is, he called me

the other day, he was like:

"Emma, I was just
at the grocery store,

and I looked over,
and I saw a lesbian.

And I was like: "that's great,
dad. How did you know she was
a lesbian?"

He said: "well, she looked
like you."

Goodbye, Pop! Okay, you guys
ready for your next comic?

(applause)

- Gimme the mojo. Gimme
the mojo! Gimme the mojo!

I'm gonna him up.
One of my personal favorites.

He was a writer for some
of the biggest names
in the business

now he writes for himself.

Clap it up for my buddy,
Max Bernal! Let him hear ya!

(crowd cheering)

- That's Emma Willmann!
Give it up!

How we feeling?

Now take it easy.
I don't really care.

My son is here tonight!
That's right.

My son is here tonight.

Dying of shame. Stand up and
take the wig off, Ez!

- Stop talking about me!

- Okay. I didn't expect that.

- Uh you know, try to have
a little respect, okay, Ez?

I'm up here humiliating myself
to give you a better life.

Alright. I'm good to you,
you little prick.

Not like my old man.

- Pop-Pop!

- That's right.

Pop Pop. That's the last time
he'll speak, by the way.

Pop-Pop.

That's actually the perfect name
for my old man. Pop-Pop.

It's like two gunshots.

One to the head, one
to the heart. Pop, pop!

(laughing)

Let me tell you a little bit
about my old man.

This guy, you know, he was
a, one of the top gourmet chefs

in New York City back
in the day.

Worked at all the top
restaurants.

It's true, you know.
Every one of which he got

shit canned from because nobody
could stand working with him.

I mean, the guy got driven out
of town, and the only place

he could find a job as a chef
was at a steakhouse in Nebraska.

That's right.

You know cuisine in Nebraska,
man, there isn't any.

(laughing)

I mean, you kill it, they grill
it, you get a Michelin tire.

So, I'm 5 years old, I'm living
in Nebraska

it's my birthday party, and
you know, it's a lot of
pressure.

I mean, you know, I've got these
fat farmer's kids

staring at me.

I'm the only thing standing
between them and the cake.

(laughing)

Papier-mâché bib, it's 1980,
so you know everything

I'm wearing is made
out of napalm.

I bend down, blow out
my candles, I'm about to do it

when I hear my pop say: "Blow
out your fucking candles, Max!"

I flinch.

I fall forward.

Candle lights me up.

I light up like a fucking
road flare.

I'm telling you, I am on fire!

My old man he grabs his
Dr. Pepper, he puts me out

like a campfire and says:
"You want some cake, Maxie"?

I says: "no, Pop."

(Max and Ezra): I want my
eyebrows back!

(laughing)

- Thanks, kid.

I'm gonna go kill my son.

Hey, I think it's great that
you memorized my set,

but you can't be steppin'
on my punchline, buddy.

- I can't let the train
go off the rails!

- Ez, here comes Mr. Happy now.

Okay, just whatever you're
thinking, don't say it,

okay, please?

- Good set.
- Thank you.

- I think I'll book your kid.
- Ha!

You're still not funny,
Bob. Ezzie meet Mr. Segal.

Bob, this is my son Ezra.

So um, next week,
a producer

comes in to see you and
Sal Argento.

- Right.

And then one of you is doing

the Kimmel show
in Los Angeles.

- Mr. Segal. Are you sad
because you're bald?

- He's dark. like his daddy.

(chuckles)

Get your best stuff
together Max.

- Okay.
Alright? You're gonna need it.

- Alright. Alright.

Sad and bald?
That's you not talking?

- I was just asking a question.
- Okay.

Come on. Let's get out of here
before your mother kills me.

(Ezra grunting)
- Sorry. Sorry.

(yawning)

Okay. You're snug as
a bug in a rug.

(Ezra grunting)

Okay. Alright, alright.
I wasn't doing anything.

- Hey. We had a good
time right?

Just one more.

(Ezra grunting)
Alright, alright!

Hey. I love you.

Good night.

Who says autistic kids can't
communicate?

"Ahh, get out of my room!"
And I'm out.

Yeah. The best communicator
in the world.

- You can use the sensory
brush next time.

- Nah. The brushing thing is
your thing.

What is he, an Alpaca?

You did a set at the Cellar,

and you promised
me you wouldn't.

You're driving me crazy.

I'm sorry. Okay? A guy from
Kimmel came to see me, and...

- Oh

- I needed my good luck
charm, right?

- You know me. I needed
my mojo man.

- Did you read Dr. Tamarova's
assessment?

- Look at you. You are so
pretty. Come on. Give me a kiss.

Brad's gone already.

- Stop it. It's Bruce, and
he's in the kitchen.

- Brian is in my
kitchen?

- Hi, Max! know, he's never
gonna belong in our house.

- Max. This is my house.
Did you read it?

- Yeah, I read it.
I read it, yes.

Yeah. It was a mugging.
They just want him out of there.

- The Board of Ed will pay
for him

to go to a special
needs school.

He doesn't need
a special school.

- Max. He led 20 kids onto
Washington Street.

It was incredibly dangerous.

- Okay, but he's not dangerous,
he's a challenge.

Fuck. Nobody wants
to do the fucking work.

- The work? The work.
All I do is work.

You come here, and
you play dress up

and take him to a comedy club.
Bring him home at midnight.

- That's not what I meant, okay?

Look, we're on the same
team, Jen.

You know how he thinks.

I know how he thinks.

He just needs to be seen, Jen

and heard, and, and appreciated
for what he has to offer.

- Yes, yes.

But he also needs to be able

to give us a hug without
screaming.

- It's an opportunity, Max.
He'll be with trained teachers

and aides in a school built
for him,

how he needs to learn.
No bullies.

He'll be with kids
just like him.

- Nice. Kids like him, huh?

- Okay. That's not what
I meant.

- You know what? I know what
you meant.

Here's the thing.
I'm a kid like him.

And kids like us
you know what we need?

To be with all kinds of kids.

So, no, I will not accept
her recommendation fucking ever.

(sighing)

(door closes)

- You alright?

- No. It never fails!

Every time we get close
to something that might

actually work, Max has
to blow it up!

This is the third school that
Ezra's been expelled from.

There's no other options.
What am I supposed to do?

- Well, I could get rid
of Max for you.

- Oh, you can do that for me?

- Yeah. I'm a lawyer.
I have no moral compass.

Besides, I know a guy.

They call him Jimmy the hatchet.

Bang-bang-bitches, cut off
his head and feed him
to the fishes!

(piano music)

(dog barking)

(woman): Get down!

Get down!

(brakes screeching)

(car honking)

(Jenna): It won't be too much
longer, sweetie

but, you scared
the hell out of me.

Honey, why'd you sneak out
of the house like that?

Hmm? Please don't do that ever.

Say you'll never do that.

- I won't ever do that.

- Mrs. Demuzio saw you run
in the street

and then a taxi came out, and
he hit you.

I mean, you could've been--
A dog tried to bite me.

I had to get away
from his teeth.

- I'll let her know. Hey, Jen.

They're almost ready for him.

- No!

- It's okay.
(Max): Hey.

- Hey. Dad's here.

- What's happening? Hey, Buddy.
Hey, hey. You okay?

What's going on? Huh?
What happened?

- 14th Street Viaduct
to Manhattan Avenue.

- What?
- Three blocks to the park at--

- Hey, hey...I know. I know
you know where Pop-Pop lives.

- I'm sorry.
- Don't be sorry, okay?

Just tell me what--
- You're mad.

No, I'm not mad. Okay,
I'm not mad--

Okay, you know what?

Yeah, I'm a little bit
mad. Eyes.

Eyes. Ezzie.

- Can I talk to you for
a second?

- Hey--
(Ezra grunting)

(doctor): Ezra Bernal.

- Why's he out here
in the middle of the hallway?

- They need to run some tests.

What do you mean tests?
What tests?

You mean like X-rays?

- Psyche evaluation.

- What do you mean psyche
eval--hey! Where you going?

No, thanks.

- Dad? I had the same reaction.
I did too. But it's protocol--

- He got hit by a cab.
- It's protocol for children.

- Excuse me. Is there a problem?

- Yeah. We need to see
a doctor, please.

- I'm Dr. Kaplan.

- Oh, okay. We--hey, stop!

- Sir, you need to let
the man do his job.

- Yes. Let's just...let's
just...

- Dad?
- Yeah, I'm right here buddy.

(Jenna): We're here, honey.
(Max): Don't worry about it.

We're gonna sort this out
in a minute, okay?

(police sirens in the distance)

(melancholic music)

(Ezra): They made me draw
pictures.

Stuck lights in my eyes,
and asked me questions.

- kind of questions?

- They asked me if Mom
or Dad ever tried to hit me.

If I had ever tried
to hurt myself.

- Okay. I'm sorry they asked
you that kind of stuff.

- Are they gonna make me live
somewhere else?

Like in a hospital?

- No. They can't.

You have family, and they have
to answer to us.

So that's not gonna happen.

- Okay.

- Next move.

- You sure you want to do that?

- Oh, yeah.

- Okay...Here you go.

- You had to do that,
didn't you? Huh?

(Dr. Wells): Hi. Thank you for
your patience.

I know it's been a long night.
I have some good news.

We are going to send Ezra
home this morning.

(Jenna): Oh!

- But because of his age and
because a witness

saw him run
in front of a cab--

- That's bullshit.
- Please. Let him finish.

- Ezzie would never just
run in front of a cab.

- Just--let's listen
to the doctor.

- I know this is traumatic.
But I'm doing what the law

says I must do.

Ezra is technically a ward
of the state.

- You don't have that
right.

- Legally, he does actually.

Let's just hear
the doctor out.

- Ezra has a history of fleeing
and putting himself in danger.

Now, I'm not going to put him
into a pediatric psyche ward.

But I am going to require
him to attend

a school for special needs.

And I would like
to try a prescription

for Risperdal.

- Risperdal
is an antipsychotic.

- Your son has been
a danger to himself.

- He has not!
- Max!

He nearly died! That happened.

Just let him finish.
Let him finish.

(Dr. Wells): We are going
to revisit this in three months.

But right now Risperdal
is the correct medication.

(Bruce): Max...

- No, no. I just...You got
a lot of Risperdal here.

(Jenna): Max...
- What is this--what

do the drug companies give
you for pushing this on kids?

You get a free fucking badge?

(Bruce): Hey, hey, Max c'mon.
(Jenna): Take it easy.

- Now I see where the dangerous
behavior comes from.

- Oh excuse me?

(Bruce): Max!
(Max): You son of a bitch!

(clatter)

(Max): No. I'm not doing that.

(Bruce): Max I got
Dr. Wells to drop

the assault charge, but
you gotta go with the program.

- Fuck that guy.
He's a drug dealer.

- He's in control is what he is.

Of the special ed school,
the medications
all of it.

- And what about the--what about
the restraining order?

- Three months. You can't
go near Ezra.

- I'm sorry. It's the Judge's
decision.

I can probably get it down
to a month if you use

the behavior cards.

Fuck those cards.
He pisses on those.

- You want to go home

or do you want to spend another
night in here?

It's up to you.

(children talking in background)

(sighs)

- Must have been humiliating
being rescued

by your wife's boyfriend.
- Please stop talking.

- She's obsessed
with this retard crap.

- Hey, what's wrong
with you, huh?

Nobody says retard anymore.

Okay, nobody.
Don't say it again.

- Okay. I won't say it.

- You know, it's
a felony having this.

- That's a lot of bullshit.

- I served my country.
I have a right to have this.

- Food.
You served food.

I had no choice.

Now they're telling me I can't
see Ezra.

And I got no say in what drugs
they're gonna give him.

What school they're gonna
put him in. What the--

You got anything
to say?

- She cut you out good.

- She didn't do this.

- She didn't have to.

I just picked you up
from prison.

What are you talking about?

- That's it?
That's the best you got?

- What am I gonna say?

You rush in blind, you get
knocked on your ass.

You can't control your
own power, then what the hell

do you have? Nothing.

- Says the guy who knocked
out a customer

because his steak
was overcooked.

- That was a perfect steak.

- Ah, you see now
there it is.

There's my twisted moral
compass.

(Stan): That's right. Whatever.

- Whatever's right. Yeah.
Maybe if that were true,

we'd still be in Nebraska, and
I'd still have a mother.

What do you think?

(brakes screeching)
(car honking)

(Max): Come on, man.

Stop. I'm sorry, alright?

I just-- I didn't mean
to bring that up.

- Fucking guy says to me:
"Hey, stupid

there's no blood on my plate?"

I say: "Hey, I'm sorry."

And I punch him in the face.

I say: "Now there is blood
on your plate."

- What are you talking about?
I'm talking about my mother.

- Now what? Now you gonna start
blaming everything

that's wrong with you and
your life on me and your mother?

Get the fuck outta here!

- Yeah, you know what,
you're a fucking asshole!

- Fuck you. Learn how
to fucking cook a steak.

(man): Move the car!

(Jenna): Got it?

Good job.

Do you really think you should
wear the dinosaur costume

on your first day
at a new school?

Hmm.

Hey it's gonna be great.

There's gonna be all these new
kids, and you're going to find

the nicest ones.

Hey, psst, Ezra. Ezzie.

(Ezra grunts.)

(sad piano music)

(children chattering)

(school bell ringing)

(sad music)

(woman): You've got to head
in, Ezra.

(crowd laughing)

(Max): Hey, you know what I was
thinking about it recently.

This fucked up game we used
to play when I was a kid.

You remember Musical
Chairs?

(crowd cheering)

- Yeah? Whoo! Really?
Jesus Christ!

It's like a roomful
of pharmaceutical executives.

(laughing)

You know, I was thinking
about this game.

But you know
what the catch is.

If you got a dozen kids,
you only got 11 chairs.

So who doesn't get a chair,
fuck you, you're out.

Right? Yeah. It's brutal.
It's brutal.

I mean, these kids, they turn
into savages, man, right?

They bite each other.
Kick each other.

They poke each
other's eyes out.

What sadist invented this game?

And what do they call it
Musical Chairs?

There's nothing remotely musical
about Musical Chairs, man.

It's like uh, it's like
the original Squid Game
or something.

(laughing)

You know, I just uh, I got
out of prison a couple days ago.

This is a true story.

Thank you.
Thank you.

You know, I, um, put in some
hard time.

Toughest 14 hours of my life.

But um...uh, yeah, this
doctor, doctor.

Fucking doctor.

Tried to push some drugs
on my kid, so, you know,

I knocked him out, and uh,
they threw me in jail.

Uh, but they offered me a deal.

If I let them give my son
the same drugs

they give to the criminally
insane, they'd drop

all the charges.

So, I uh took the deal.

My son needed me to go to bat
for him

and I sold him right
the fuck out.

(sad music)

(Jayne): Where are you?
What are you doing?
You have a spot.

You need to get back here.

- I'm not coming back.

(Jayne): Listen, Max.
I really, really want

you to fly. Really high.
I really do.

But you have got to stop
bombing the runway.

- You know the bit

I did about the meds and Ez.
It's all true, right?

(Jayne): Okay, fine.

Then come back and tell them.

But you gotta come back here.

And they'll understand.
Listen, Kimmel loves kids.

- So do I.

(sad piano music)

(Max): Shh. Hey.

Remember when we did that drill
down the fire escape?

Okay. You wanna do it again?

You gotta trust me, buddy.

Oh, yeah, I got a nice bed
for you back here, Ez.

I got your Star Wars pillow.
I got snacks.

It's gonna be fun!

(Stan): Hey. What are you doing?

What are you doing?

(Max): Don't worry about it.
Go back in the house.

- What do you mean don't--

Don't worry about it.

You're not taking the car.

(Max): We're just having
a little father/son time here.

- You're not taking the car.
- It's a thrilla in Manila!

- We're not fighting, Ezra.
We're not fighting, okay.

(Ezra): Frazier whipping
the mighty Ali in the head!

- There's a court order out
for you. Are you crazy?

What are you doing?

- Down goes Frazier!
Down goes Frazier!

(Max): I gotta get him to bed,
okay. It's late.

- Get in the car, Ezra.

Hey, listen to me, okay?
I saw him at that school,

I saw him on those drugs.
They were killing him.

I need to get him
away from here.

- You're doing it wrong.

- What the hell
is the matter with you?

- Pop, I swear to God, just
stop, okay. Just stop.

You told me to fight,
I'm fighting.

Come on. Let's get
in the car, Ez.

- You're not fighting you're
running! What are you doing?

- I'm not running. Ezra,
get in the car!

- Okay. It's okay.

I got some waffles for you.

- No. There's no waffles.
- Ez, get in the car.

- You want some fresh
whipped cream?

- Would you stop it please!

(Stan): Listen. We're family.
We're the Rice Krispy boys.

He's Snap, you're
Crackle, and who am I?

(Ezra): Pop-pop!
- That's right! And we're not
fighting, we're just sparring.

So show me what you got.

- That's it! And, and-- Oh!
- Alright! Knock out!

Good job. Come on, buddy.
Come on.

In the car. Come on. Let's go.

(Stan): This is a mistake.
(Max): Let's go. Okay. Says who?

(Ezra): Can Pop-Pop come?

- No, Pop-Pop can't come.
Pop-Pop's gonna hold
the fort down.

Right, Pop-Pop?

- Where are you taking him?

- I'm going to Nick's
in Michigan.

- Oh, Jesus. That Greek prick.

Of all the fucking people--

- Stop it. He's my best friend.

- That guy's
a fucking thief!

I take him into my house,
he steals from me.

- He didn't steal anything.
He didn't steal your saucepan.

I'm not stealing your clothes.

Nobody's stealing anything,
okay?

(Stan): You're making a mistake.
You can't do this.

- You know what?
Take this please.

I already got enough problems.
Thank you!

(Stan): This is a crazy!

(Max): Say bye, Pop-Pop!

(Ezra): Bye, Pop-Pop!
(Max): Bye, Pop-Pop!

(calm rhythmic music)

What the fuck am I doing?

♪ Sisyphus peered
into the mist ♪

♪ A stone's throw from
the precipice paused ♪

♪ Did he jump or did he fall
as he gazed ♪

♪ Into the maw
of the morning mist ♪

♪ Did he raise both fists
and say ♪

♪ To hell with this and
just let the rock roll ♪

♪ Let it roll ♪

♪ Let it crash down low ♪

♪ There's a house down
there but I lost it long ago ♪

(knock on door)

(Jenna): Ezzie?

♪ Let it roll ♪

- Good morning. Ezzie? Ezra?

♪ See my house down there
but I lost it long ago ♪

Ezzie? Ezra?

Ezra!

(Max): Did you get a good
night's sleep?

- No.

(phone ringing)

I bet it's Mom.

- I bet you're right.

- Parental abduction is defined
as one parent

taking a child without
permission

from the other parent.
- Yeah.

- You kidnapped Ezra!

- I can't be kidnapping
if I'm his father.

- Of course it can! You have
a restraining order!

(Max): I'm saving
my son's life.

Ezzie needs somebody
to advocate for him

the way you and
I used to do together.

You know I'm right.

- No! No, you're not right, Max.
You are wrong!

Okay, you need to bring
him home now!

(Ezra screams.)

(Jenna): Is that Ezra?!

- Hey, hey, hey, hey!

(waitress): Let go!
- No bananas!

- No bananas!
(Max): No bananas!

- Get his inhaler!

- Excuse me! Okay, Ezzie.
It's alright, breathe.

Breathe! Breathe.

Breathe. Breathe, alright.

I got you. It's okay. Come on.
Come on, come on. Come on.

Come on. Where's the bathroom?

Where's the bathroom?
Come on. You're okay.

(phone ringing)

(Max): He's alright.

Look, I didn't know that
there were bananas

in the oatmeal, right?

- What you're doing
is insane!

(Max): Yeah, I don't think
it is.

(Jenna): That's the problem,
you're not thinking.

Trust me, this is very

very, very bad.
In fact, this is a crime.

Bring him back! Max?

Holy shit!
He hung up on me again!

(grunting in frustration)

- You know, you can
call the police.

- No, I'm not. I'm not gonna
make this worse.

I'm not traumatizing my son.

(phone ringing)

(Max): Hey, buddy.

What's the deal with
the bananas?

- I start gagging, and
I can't breathe.

- Well, okay, but we know that
you're not allergic to bananas,
right?

Because we saw that doctor,
remember?

So, maybe this banana thing
is in your mind, you know?

- Grr-moo, Grr-moo. I'm growling
and mooing, what am I?

- I got no idea, but you're
freakin' me out there with
no shirt on.

- Mad cow disease!

- Oh is that original material?

- Sponge Bob.

- Ah, I see.
That's why it wasn't funny.

(piano music)

- Are you going to prison?

- Look, Ez, Dad made a big
decision when I was upset,

and that's never a good idea.

- "Bang-bang bitches, I'll
cut off his head

and feed him to the fishes!"

- Okay. Maybe no more
"Breaking Bad".

Mom might be right
about that one.

- Bruce wants to kill you,
you can't go home!

Okay, he's definitely
not a fan--

- No! That's what he said!

- What? When?

- When I got hit by the cab!

I was coming to Pop-Pop's
to warn you about Bruce!

- Okay. Hold that thought,
Buddy.

Are you telling me that
you didn't run into the street

on purpose? Ezzie?

Ezzie, I need your eyes, okay?
This is very important.

Are you saying that you didn't
run into the street on purpose?

- Am I nuts?
A dog tried to bite me.

- Did you tell Mom this?

- Don't be mad.

- Nobody's mad.

- I wasn't supposed to tell you?

(Max): Yes, of course. Hey.
Telling the truth,

that's your biggest super power.
Huh? Thanks for telling me.

- You know what? You know what.

I think we gotta dance.
I think we gotta dance.

Come on. Let's find
a good station.

Ah! There it is. Can you
move your butt muscles?

Come on. Let's
go. Move it up.

Into your chest.

Into your shoulders.
Ah, yeah! Let it roll.

Let it roll. Down to the ass.

Back up to the shoulders.

Now some pops. Some claps.
Elbows up.

Ah, yeah, let 'em roll.

Let 'em roll. Come on.
Up into your chest, dude.

Into your chest, Ezzie.
Yeah, yeah, that's it.

Let it roll. Let it roll.

♪ Express yourself ♪

(Ezra): I need to rinse!

(Max): Coming.

(phone ringing)

- Hi. Jayne.
- Where the hell are you?

- I'm just taking a little
time off with Ez.

- Not a good time
to take off, Max.

- Yeah. I know. I-I screwed up.

- Yes, you did.
And they were pissed!

- Yeah, look I had a bad night.
It happens, right?

(Jayne): No. Sal Argento had
a bad night.

- Yeah.

I guess he had something,
right?

No. What's something is having
a manager who gets Jimmy Kimmel

to watch the video.

- Video? What...what video?

- The one I made with

my phone!
He wants to book you.

- What?

(Ezra): I need to rinse!

(Jayne): So you have
to get yourself

to L.A. They're not gonna
fly you.

Is that gonna be a problem?

- Uh, no. When?

- Next Friday, 4 PM
in the Kimmel studio.

- Rinse!

- Okay. Alright. I'm coming.

(Jayne): He loved you, Max.

(Max): He loved me, really?

I love you, Jayne.

(Jayne): You're full of shit.

Bye.

- Rinse!

(Max): Okay. I'm coming. I'm
coming. Hey, ow! Shit!

That's boiling hot! Come on,
get out! Get out! Get out!

Get out! Come on.
What-what are you doing?

Why--couldn't you feel it?
It's hot!

- I don't--I don't feel hot!

- Okay, it's hot though.
Okay? Look at your arms.

They're all red!

- Mom checks the temperature!

- That's fine, but if you see
steam, it means

it's too hot, okay?

- It's my stupid brain!

- Stop, no.
- Stupid! Stupid!

Stupid! Stupid!
- Stop that, okay?
Stop that. You're not stupid!

You're not--stop hitting
yourself.

Hey, hey, you're not stupid.
You're not stupid.

You're smart, okay?

If you see steam, it means
it's too hot.

Easy peasy, okay?

- It's on the cards.

- We don't have the fucking
cards! I'm sorry.

- Mom uses Bactine.

- Oh, yeah? Well, guess what.

We don't have Bactine,
so you and I,

we're gonna have to figure
it out together, alright?

There we go. Nice.

You know what?
I got a better idea.

I got a better idea. Let go.

Here. Ready? Come on.
Stand up. Arms up.

- Huh?
- Armpits. Isn't this fun?

Huh? Does Mom do stuff
like this? No?

I didn't think so.
Okay. We got this!

- Why do you always yell?

- Because Pop-Pop used to lock
me in the attic

chained to a radiator.

I had to yell so he'd remember
to feed me!

- There are no radiators
in attics!

- You are good.

Nothing gets past you.

Boom. There you go.

I want to talk to you about
something.

I just got off the phone
with Aunt Jayne.

Turns out Jimmy Kimmel wants
me to be on his show

in Los Angeles.

- That's far.

- Yeah, it is far.
Did you get the part about

Jimmy Kimmel wanting me
to be a guest on his show?

Yeah. So you got anyting for me?

Any advice for your dad?

- Be polite.

Be polite. Anything else?

- Nope. Now stop asking me.

- Okay. But where am I gonna
get my mojo from?

- Mojo man!

- That's right. Good. Okay.

Let's have a staring contest.

- I don't want to.

- Come on. For me? Please
- No.

- Please? Pretty please?
- No.

- What if I make
it worth your while?

- If I win, we go trick
or treat?

- Yeah. Deal.

- Ready? Come on. First one
to blink loses.

- Go. One, two
three, four.

- Are you autistic?

- Five, six seven...

- Mom says you are.

- ..eight, Mom thinks everyone
is autistic. Nine...

- She thinks you got it from
Pop-Pop, who gave it to you,

and you gave it to me.

- Listen to me. Nobody knows
for sure, okay, honey?

Nobody. But it doesn't matter
'cause you're awesome.

Fourteen, fifteen, sixteen...

- Does mom love me?

Seventeen.

Buddy, Mom loves you more
than anything in the world.

Yeah. Okay, she and I were just
having a disagreement right now.

- You blinked! I win!

- Oh, you did so good.

You did so good! You win!

Good job, buddy.

Let's go. Bring it.
Yeah, baby! Whoo!

(doorbell ringing)

(Jenna): Stan, can
you open up, please!

(knocking on door)

Stan! We need to talk!

Stan?

(knocking on door)
Hey, I know you're in there!

Open the door!

Open the door!

Stan, just talk to me, please?
I'm worried about them.

(knocking on door)

Please?

You don't give a shit!

Huh? You're going to let Max
ruin his life again!

They're your boys too!

Jerk!

(rock hitting the window)

(car engine starting)

(upbeat music)

♪ Watching a stretch of road ♪

♪ Miles of light explode ♪

♪ Drifting off a thing ♪

♪ I'd never done before ♪

♪ Watching a crowd roll in ♪

♪ Out go the lights it begins ♪

(man): Whoo hoo!

Hey! There they are!

(Max): Hey!

- Ezzie! Get on out here

and give your Uncle Nickie
a hug!

Come on, come here!

Hey, where you going?

Oh, I got you. Oh, that's it.

That's it! You're so dead! Oh!

- Hi!

I'm Margaret.

How are you?

Wanna help me set
the table? Come on.

(Nick): Oh! Look at you!

(Max): No chance!
Jesus Christ, man. Huh?

- Bottomless s'mores when
you run a camp.

Endless s'mores.

- Can you get that?

I'm not gonna
carry anything.

- Okay. What's up with
the uh, the bad habit there?

- That's Sister Margaret
from Senegal.

- Oh. That's way outta town.

- Yeah. She's uh, staying with
a family in Ann Arbor.

She goes to Michigan.

You know that they want nuns
to have a Bachelor's degree?

(Max): Why the fuck would
I know that?

- I mean, can you imagine that?

Four years of college before
you can say your vows.

But as long as she's
on my staff,

Catholic church pays half
my expenses.

- Huh. Scammin' the Vatican.
I'm proud of you.

- Yeah, huh.
(Ezra): There's no cheese on it.

- Wait til you try it.

It's incredible she uses
ancient Senegalese spices.

(Margaret): I got the spice
from Costco.

- Whoa! That sounds
exotic! Costco.

(Nick): I thought...I thought
you brought it from Senegal.

(Margaret): You're mixing up
the cheeses.

(Nick): And she puts goat,
she puts goat in the lasagna.

(Margaret): What's wrong?

- Metal hurts my teeth.

- Okay. But you know, plastic
hurts the planet. So...

(Nick): I got some plastic right
in the store room, I can just--

- No, no. We're okay.
We're gonna-we're gonna use
the fork.

(Margaret): It's okay, I can--

(Max): It's mind over matter
just like the bananas.

Come on, Ezzie, try it.

Ezzie. E-Ez, come on.
That's not polite.

Pick up the fork and
try it please. Ez?

- I need plastic.
Mom has plastic!

- Okay. Well, Mom's not here.
Ezra.

Where you going? Ezra.

(Ezra): I need plastic!
You don't listen to me!

- Ez, come on.
Come on back please.

- It hurts me!
Like a razor-sharp!

- Ezzie!
- It's not in my mind!

- Ezzie! Ezra, come
and sit down!

- I'm not taking it!

- I'll make you a deal. I'll let
you eat with your fingers

if you try a fork once.

- It hurts! It hurts!

- Once, Ezra.

- I would take that deal.

- I need plastic!

- Plus, I'm gonna use
my fingers, too.

- So will I.

(Max): Once, Ezzie?

Deal?

(Nick): Okay! Let's do it!
Let's get to work!

Alright! Come on, Max.

Join the party.

Join the lasagna party.
Now--oh, God.

Oh, man
Of course.

- They each shouldered
the heavy pack

and the water skin which
was their share.

Then turned from the light that
lay on the lands outside

then plunged into the forest."

(emotional piano music)

- You can go now.

- Ezzie, did you just...

for me?

- You can go now. Okay.
Goodbye.

- Okay.

(Margaret): Max, oh,
my goodness,

I have a crush
on your son.

- He'll break your heart.

- Don't worry. I can take it.

- Alright, but you know what?
If there's no future, Sister

let's not lead him on.

- Hey, hey. I haven't taken
my vows yet.

(Nick and Max): Oh! Uh-oh.

(chuckles)

(Nick): Okay.

(Margaret): Good night.

(Nick): Good night.

(Margaret): Smoking, huh?
The wages of sin is death.

(Max): Did she just bless you?

- She does it every time
she leaves.

I think it's making
me a better man.

Look I don't want
to be sacrilegious,

but I think this
could be love.

- Hey. I'm Greek-Orthodox,
and we don't go there.

Okay? And she, oh, she's
a holy spirit.

Alright.
Here you go.

- I'm just saying, man.

House in the woods, summer
camp, hot nun.

(laughing)

- Yeah, it sure beats
telling dick jokes

to drunken tourists.

- Hey, it's a living.

- It wasn't for me.

So why are you here?

- What do you mean? I needed
a little Nicky.

- You got a little bit
of Nicky, and uh,

Nicky's a little concerned.

You haven't signed
the papers yet, have you?

- Seriously?

(heavy sigh)

That's it. You blew my high.

- Are you gonna cry?

Do you wanna cry?

You wanna let it go?

Come to Papa Bear. Come on.

- I tried to give her
everything, Nick.

- But where would she put it?

(laughing together)

- God bless Steven Wright.

- Ah. "All those who believe
in psychokinesis

raise my hand."

- I broke into Jenna's house
in the middle of the night,

and I kidnapped Ezra.

(Nick laughing)

- Alright. I'll play along.

Why did you break into Jenna's
house and kidnap Ezra?

- Ezzie snuck out of Jenna's
and got hit by a cab.

- What?

His doctor said he might've
done it on purpose.

- Shit!

You think that was true?

- No! Wha--are you kidding me?

Every day he wakes up,
that kid chooses life.

- Oh, good. That's good.

- So why'd you do it?

- Jenna thinks he should
go to a special needs school,

and I don't.
- Why not?

- Because in public school,
you know, he'll learn

how to fight, learn how
to protect himself.

- What are you the great
Santini?

What are you-what
are you talking about?

- I see people move away from
Ez, right?

If he has a temper tantrum,
or if he's just walking

down the street.

You know, people aren't trying
to be mean,

it's just that
it's easier.

You know the word autism comes
from the Greek

"In your own world."

I don't want him in his own
world, Nick. I...

I I want him in this world.

(sighs)

(Nick sighs.)

- You make it back okay?

(Stan): Put Max on the phone.

- Oh my God. Oh...
I don't have your pan.

(Stan): Hello? Hello?

- Yeah, I'm right here, Pop.

- What do you think, the world
stopped for you to hang out
with this idiot?

(Nick): Hey!

- What are you talking about?

She took my son I took him back!

- You made a promise, you didn't
keep your promise.

She's throwing rocks
at my window now.

- Hang up the phone.

(Stan): Hello? I'm coming there

tomorrow!
(Nick and Max): No!

(Stan): Then listen to me
carefully.

Call Ezzie's mom.

You hear me? Call Ezzie's mom.

- I don't have your pan.

(phone ringing)

- Where are you?

- Uh...Don't worry about it.

(Jenna): Where are you?
Where are you?

You know, Jen, I gotta say,
in spite of everything

that we've been through,
I really believed you

when you said that no matter
what, we were gonna

treat each other like family,
and we were gonna be honest

with each other.
Remember you said that?

- You haven't been honest, Max.

You took him, and you need
to bring him home!

(Max): Let me ask
you something. Did Ezra

tell you that the reason he ran
into the street was because

he thought he was gonna get
bit by a dog?

- Yes, I mean, what difference
does it make?

He ran out of the house
in his pajamas barefoot,

and he nearly got hit by a cab!

- Yeah, beause he heard
your boyfriend saying

he was gonna kill me.

He was coming to warn me.

- Okay, you're scaring
me now, Max.

(Max): I'm scaring you?

- What did you ask
your boyfriend?

You know Ezzie doesn't lie!

- Okay. Hey, hey, you're right.
You are family. You are.

But you need to just bring
him home now. Okay?

Come home, and we'll talk about
all of this.

None of this is easy,
but all I ever

wanted was just
to protect our boy.

- Well, I'm protecting him now.
And leave my father alone.

(woman): You waited four days
to call about a missing child

taken by a man you're divorcing,
who has a restraining

order keeping him from seeing
that child.

Is that about right?

(Jenna): I know how it sounds.

He's his father.

(man): You don't think he'd hurt
your son, do you?

- No. No, no, absolutely not.

- Alright. Um, let's make
a few calls.

We'll see if we can find him,
and um, put a trace on
his phone.

- No disrespect, Mike but no.
I'm sorry, Miss, but right now,

I'm not feelin' good about
this. You understand?

- Yeah, I understand.

- Good, because from a missing
and exploited child perspective,

we need to issue
an Amber Alert now.

- Are you sure this situation
warrants--

- Margo, let's just start with
a missing person's report?

- Amber is for situations
exactly like this one.

And we're late, ma'am.
I'm afraid it's not your
decision.

(calm music)

(Nick): Hey! That's nice.
Thank you.

- All packed up and ready to go.

(Nick): Okay. I don't think that
kid's ready to go though.

You see him over there making
lanyards with Sister Margaret.

(Max): Yeah.

- The kid's trying
to steal my girl.

(Max): They look good together.

- I think it's the autism.
Chick's dig it.

Sometimes I think I might be
on the spectrum.

- I think you check
a lot of the boxes.

- Yeah.

But nah, I just think you're
a strange dude.

- Yeah, I'm just, uncomfortable
in social situations.

(Max): It's good you're out
here.

- Yeah. Keeps me away from...
(Max): Everyone.

- People.
- Yeah.

(sighs)

You guys are
welcome to stay.

- Oh, buddy. I'd love to stay,
but we can't.

We gotta be in L.A.

- What's in L.A.?

- I booked Kimmel.

- Are you...are you fucking--

- Yeah, it's not--
- You wouldn't lead with that?

That's amazing!

- Yeah, it's okay.

- Max, come on! Kimmel,
that's great!

- Yeah.
- Best I did is get bumped

from Arsenio.
Worst night of my life.

Hasselhoff segment ran long.

(chuckles)
I'll tell you what you go
to L.A.,

you work on your set, you get
relaxed, you get focused,

you get centered
take care of yourself.

Leave Ezra with me. Me and
Margaret will take care of him-

- I can't do it buddy. I can't
do it. I gotta have him with me.

- Why not?
- Because I need him.

He keeps my feet on the ground.

- Alright, fine.

I'll bake you a cake and bring
it to you in prison.

- Okay, well, make sure
you throw Stan's saucepan
in there.

- I don't have the pan.

(whistles)

- Okay, Mr. and Mrs. Carlton.
Have a lovely day.

(Stan chuckles.)

- Where are they?

(Stan): What do you mean?
Just call him.

- He doesn't answer.
He's just like you.

- I can't talk. I'm working.
I can't. Hello Missus C.

And how are you today,
young lady?

- Hi, Stan!
- Score a goal, there's a box

of Cracker Jacks in there
for you.

(Miss. C): Cracker Jacks are
no good for her teeth, Stan.

- There's going to be
an Amber Alert.

- What do you mean? You called
the cops on him?

- Where is Ezzie?

- He's with his father.
You shouldn't have done that.

That's a...that's a very bad
thing to do.

- I did a bad thing?

- Yes. You're making
it so he can't see him.

- Max did that!
- What did you expect him to do?

- Not kidnap him!

- You made it kid! You made
it kidnapping. Ugh!

- Please. Please

Stan, I don't...

- How could you do that?
Amber Alert.

Do you know what
that is?

- I don't wanna fight.

- Well, I don't wanna fight
either, but all of a sudden

you don't believe in him

now you're gonna Amber Alert--

- I got tired of not knowing
what he was gonna do
on any given day.

- I'm already so tired with
Ezzie, please.

I just...I'm scared. I'm tired.
I'm alone. And I need help.

Rice Krispies boys make me
really tired.

- Alright, well, we're gonna
have to...

we're gonna have to get
to 'em before the cops do.

- We?
- Yeah, we. Yeah.

When shift ends,
we start driving.

It'll take eleven hours to get
to Michigan.

Hopefully, get to them
by tomorrow.

- He's at Nick's?

- Yes. He's with Nick. I'm not
happy about that, but yes.

Unfortunately, we're going
to Nick's. Yeah.

(Max): I have a self-destructive
personality.

It's okay 'cause I recently
had a breakthrough.

After thousands of hours
of hypnosis therapy, I finally
met my inner child.

(laughing)

And he had a gun.

(laughing)

Yeah, oh, hey. What's up,
little guy? Whoa.

Okay. Well, what?

Okay, come on. Put-put
the gun down. Put the gun down.

I'm trying to do a show here.

Can you get back
in my psyche please?

Thank you.

Anyway, my therapist said to me:
"Max, you're an adult now".

You don't need your inner child.
He can't help you anymore.

I said, oh yeah, really, Mark?

He's got a gun. What do you got?

I'm taking this little sociopath
with me everywhere I go.

Thank you, Lansing!

Great audience.
Have a great night!

(crowd cheering)

(presenter): Come on, everybody,
let's hear it for Max Bernal!

(applause)

- Whiskey neat and another
pineapple juice for
my manager here.

(bartender): Pineapple juice
coming right up.

- You really should get
the boy home.

- Okay

- He's your son, right?
- Uh, yeah.

That's uh, that's
my son.

- It's after twelve.
I was watching him.

He doesn't seem
happy here.

- Whoa, whoa, whoa. Hold on.

You were watching him during
my set?

And now I'm offended.
- Dad, dad!

- I got this, Ez. I got.

- No child should
be in this club.

Especially not a child
with issues.

- Issues.
- Yeah.

I can't really hear.
Let me ask you something.

Do I come to where you work and
knock the cock outta your mouth?

- Whoa, whoa, whoa!

That's my wife.
- Oh, really?

I'm sorry to hear that,
but she should mind

her own fucking business.
- Hey, hey, hey!

(indistinct shouting)

(Ezra): Dad!

(woman screaming): Ow!

(Max): Come on, Ezra!

(Ezra): They were the owners.

- Like I said, Ez,
I didn't know.

- They were the owners.

- We covered this already,
okay? That's enough now.

- I wanna go home.

- Hey, buddy, I'm sorry, okay?

- I want to go home!

- It was my bad, okay, listen
to me, Ezzie, okay?

Sometimes life's gonna
get messy, okay?

And if it does, that's okay.

You know, people say life's
gotta be neat.

It's gotta be nice, but
it doesn't. You hearin' me?

- Yes.

- Okay. Alright, that's good.

Go to sleep.
That's...that's a good idea.

- I really appreciate
this, Stan.

A mother's job is never done.
Or a father's.

(chuckles)

- I guess I don't even
know anymore.

(calm music)

Here. Turn here. Here.

There he is. There he is.
Get close. Okay. Okay.

- Shit!

(Stan): Look at the guilt
on your face.

- What are you doing?

(Stan): What am I doing?

Run, Zorba, run!

(Nick): Get off my property!

- Yeah, run!
Come on, run!

(Nick): Fuck you, Stan!
(Stan): Yeah, fuck you!

(Nick): Come on! I told you,
I don't know where they went!

(Jenna): I thought you had
more sense, Nick.

- Yeah, well, I thought
you had a heart, Jenna.

Think about Ezra!

- My kid is out there!
(Nick): Oh! Oh! Oh!

(Jenna): Where is he, or I'm
gonna plunge this in your heart

right now unless you tell me
exactly where they are!

Where are they?

- They went to go
do Kimmel in L.A.!

- He got Kimmel?

- I know. He booked Kimmel.

Can you believe it? I mean...
He's funny but...

wait, please don't tell Max
that I ratted him out.

I'm not strong.

Ow!
- Stop whining!

- God!

- Meet me in the car. I've got
some unfinished business.

- Please. Please don't leave
me alone with him.

Okay, I'm going to put this
in as loving a way as possible.

You need help!

(metal clatter)

- Oh, hi this is Jayne Green's
assistant.

I was wanting to confirm
the date and time

for Max Bernal's appearance.

Yes, I uh, accidentally
deleted an email.

Oh, great!
Thank you so much.

Appreciate it. Take care.

- Let's go.

- I'm gonna get a coffee.

(Ezra): Ooh, there's candy.

- Hey, you've had enough sugar.

Uh, can I have a black coffee
please?

- Sure thing.
- Thanks.

Hey, dude, where can I get
a local motel you can suggest?

- Uh, yeah you got
the Jersey plates, right?

The '71 Eldo.
- Yes!

- Sweet.
- Yeah. Hey, hey, sir.

You you got a great, great
eye for cars.

- Only sort of. My grandma's
got an Eldo.

So five exits, Best Western,
includes breakfast and
biscuits.

- Oh. Great.
Which way? That way?

- That way, yeah.
- Hey, look I'm on TV!

- Oh, yeah, look at that, buddy.
Your commercial's running
everywhere.

- It's $2.
- Yeah.

Child actor. We're on our
way to Hollywood

for a big screen test.

- Not true.
- Why don't you go wait

for me in the car, yeah?

- Hey, wait!
Have I seen you in anything?

- "Sanford and Son".
It will be remade!

Hey, let get your autograph.
Sign it, to Tim.

- "You'll never catch
me alive, Tim!"

(door closes)

(Max): Checkpoint.
What the hell?

Whoa!
(Ezra): What's wrong?

- Nothing! Go back to sleep,
buddy. Come on, it's late.

- What are you doing?!

- Just taking a shortcut.
- To where?

- Best campsite in Nebraska.
(Ezra): This isn't a shortcut!

- Yeah, it is!
(Ezra): No it's not!

(Max): Shit!

Ez? Ezra are you okay?
Ezzie?

- I want to go home!

- Ez. Ez! Fuck! Fuck!
Hey, come on. Buddy!

- Okay. Where are you? Ez?

Ezzie?

Fuck! Ezzie!

Ezzie!

Ez!

Ezzie!

Hey! Stop!

(Ezra): No!

- Stop!

Hey! Hey! I said stop, okay?

- Ow!
- Stop!

I said stop!

I told you to stop!

- What are you gonna do? Hit me?

You wanna hit me?
Come on, hit me!

- No! I'm...I'm not, I'm not.

No, I just...you scared me,
buddy. You freaked me out.

I'm sorry. Okay?

- Why did you take me?

Why did you take me if you don't
know how to help me?

- I don't know, buddy.
You're my superhero.

I just...you're everything.

You're my mojo.

- I'm not your superhero!

I'm not your mojo!
I'm not your buddy!

I'm your son!

- And you're my dad!

My dad! My dad! My dad!
My dad! My dad!

- Okay. Okay.

(sobbing)

(Ezra): I hate you.
I hate you.

(Stan): Hello?

- Pop?

- Hello?

(Max): I almost hit my kid.

- What happened?
What happened?

(Max): I almost--
- What?

(Max): I almost hit Ezra.
- Where are you?

(Max): Shit I...I'm
in the woods.

- Where, where, where?

- The fucking woods.
I don't know where, okay?

I just...I almost hit Ezra, and
I--I don't know

where to put all this, Pop.

I don't know where to put
all this fucking rage.

- You don't put it anywhere,
you just, you bury it.

- Yeah, okay. But I'm asking
you, what do I do?

- You know what to do!

(Max): I don't know what
to do, man. I'm in a forest.

I'm losing my shit, and I don't
know what to do,

so I thought that
maybe just maybe,

you might just be like a normal
dad and give me some fucking
advice!

(Stan): Max, shut up.
What are you talking about?

I'm trying to talk to you about
it now.

And you want some advice?
I'll give you some advice.

It's this simple. Bite your arm
off, tie yourself to a tree,

do whatever you need
to do to hit your kid.

It's that simple.

You understand?
Look what happened with us.

It killed me. You cannot hit
him. You cannot hit him!

- Okay, I--yeah, I get it.

(Stan): Are you sure you do?
Because if you did,

you'd know it's time to throw
in the towel

on this stupid trip.

- It's not a stupid trip.
(Stan): Yes, it is.

- It's not, Pop.
It's not stupid.

- Yes, it is. It's stupid.

How are you gonna feel
if you end up back in jail?

Then what?

(sighs over the phone)

Where are you?
I'll come get you.

- Fuck. Fuck.

(Jenna): You can't even say
the word.

(Stan): It's just a word.

- Autism.

- Yeah, whatever.

(chuckles)

- Saying it out loud, it'll
help Ezzie in his life.

Nah, you know, I don't...
I'm not sure about that.

- We gotta be able to talk
about this and not...

- Okay, tell me. What do
you want to talk about?

- Be hiding, okay? I don't want
to be hiding about it.

I want to talk about it. I want
to give it a name.

I want to get, I want to get all
the help we can get.

- Who's hiding? Who's hiding?
Nobody's hiding.

- Max is hiding him right now!
He took him, he's hiding him!

He's afraid of him!
- He's taking him somewhere.

You think he's gonna kill
him? He's gonna--

- I don't think...of course
I don't think that.

- What do you think
he's gonna do?

- Of course I don't think that.
He's scaring me.

- You know he's gonna take
him somewhere or do something.

But it doesn't mean he's gonna
do anything bad to him.

- I don't know. The fragility
of Max and his mental state,

and his situ...he's...he flies
off the handle.

He doesn't know how
to control Ezzie.

He doesn't know everything
that he needs.

- No, he doesn't. But neither
do you. Nobody knows.

- I...

- It's what it is. It's
a condition that just is there.

We have to deal with it.

And I know you, I know
you think my side

gave him what you say
he's got.

- I never said that.
- You didn't have to.

- I never said that.

- And my wife did
the same thing.

I had the same
fights with her.

- Do not compare
me to his mother.

- Well, I'm not
comparing you, but--

- Don't compare me
to his mother.

- I'm not comparing you,

but there is a similarity.
I'm sorry.

- I--
- It is what it is.

- I devoted my life to this
family. I'm devoting my life

to this family.
That woman abandoned him.

I don't even know what
happened because you don't talk

about it, and Max doesn't talk
about it,

so nobody talks about anything.

But, but what she did was
unforgivable.

Don't compare me to her.

How dare you.

- It was a, it was a long time
ago, so it's all over with now.

(Ezra): I can't believe you grew
up around here.

(Max): Yeah, I know, right?

Pop-Pop met my mother
in New York, and then,

well, we all moved
to Nebraska.

- Why did your mother leave?

- Uh...you know, it's funny,
buddy. I don't really know.

- That's not funny.

(Max): You're right.
It's not funny.

You know, I just, I woke up one
morning, and she was gone.

And I guess, uh, I guess after
so many years,

I just worked it out for myself
that she must have been pretty

sad to do something like that,
right?

- She was a terrible mother.

- You're right. She was.

She was.

Alright, come on.

Let's go. Hey, folks, thank
you again. Thank you so much.

(woman): Bye.
(man): Be safe now.

- What a nice couple, right?
I bet...I bet

they've been together since
they were your age.

- I'm going to die a virgin.

- What? No, that's bullshit.

Someone out there who loves
dinosaurs,

Dostoevsky and "Family Guy".
You watch.

- And live action D and D.
- And live action D and D.

- There you go.
You know what you want.

(Ezra): What are we doing here?
(Max sighs.)

(Max): The lady who lives here
is an old friend of your dad's.

(Ezra): This place looks like
a demon movie waiting to happen.

(Max laughs.)
- Let's hope not, huh? Ah!

(knocks on door)

- Oh my God!
- Oh, hey!

- What...
- Hi.

- Oh, no!
- Hi, Grace.

- Hi! What are
you doing here?

(Max): That's a, that's
a long story. Um...

Grace, this is Ezra.

- Nice to meet you, Ezra.
I've heard a lot about you.

- I never heard about you.

- Yeah.
(Ruby): Who's here, Mom?

- Oh, wow. You're...

(chuckles)
- This is my Ruby.

- Way different from
your baby picture.

- I hope so.

Hi.

(Grace): This is an old friend,
Max.

- And his son Ezra.

- Hi. Do you wanna come play
with Harper and me?

Come on, Harper!

- This is a surprise.

- Yeah, I know.

- Mmm.
- You think we can go inside?

I'm kind of a fugitive
from the law.

- What the hell?

- I'm not joking.

(dog barking)

- Harper!

(Ezra): Does...does Harper
always follow you?

- All the time.

- Lucky dog.

(girl): Get off of me!
(laughing)

Ridgeway tried to push
me into Jack's pond.

- You loved it!

(girl): You wish!

(boy): You moving on my girl,
man?

- I'm not his girl.

(boy): Introduce us, Rubes.

- Ezra, Ridgeway and Cally.

- Where you from?

- He's from back east.

- Wow, look at him go.

- Please don't be a dick.

- "No one cared who I was until
I put on the mask."

- That was pretty random,
freak.

- "Who is Bane? Why does he wear
the mask?"

Dark Knight is my obsession.

Let's go.

(Grace): So tell me again.

- Oh. I just ran out
of patience.

- Which happens to all parents.

- Yeah, but what I was seeing
he wasn't safe.

- And now he is?

(Max): He's safe to me.

(sighs)
- I don't know, Max.

(Max): What?

- Why don't you let me
call Jenna?

- No, no, no. I already called
her, okay?

She knows he's okay.

- Okay. Yeah. I'm not going
to fight you on it, alright.

So eat your sandwich, wash up,
and hitchhike off to L.A.

(Max): Look, I know this all
seems insane, but...

- Yeah.
- But I didn't know

where else to go. So...

- So let me help you.

- I can't I got, I gotta finish
this, Grace. I do.

You know that kid is the one
thing that I can't get wrong.

- That's right. That's right,
you can't. Because he's perfect.

- No. He's not, Grace.
He's not perfect.

And everybody's trying to make
him be just like everybody else,
me included.

Right? And then that one
day he might magically

wake up and become
the coolest, most amped up

and normal kid that's ever
walked the face of the earth.

And that is not gonna
happen.

It's not.

It's not. It's never gonna
happen.

So, I have to protect him
you know,

and if I can't protect him, well
then he's not gonna make it.

And I--

- Do you want Caramel or Fudge?

(boy): Both.

(girl): You're so bad.

- Oh, my God! You have to try
this, Ezra!

Come on. I won't take
no for an answer.

- Uh-uh.

- You won't
regret it.

- How good is that?

You okay?

(Grace): Yeah, I mean,
nobody uses it.

- Oh, my God.

- Here she is!

- Oh! I gotta lay hands on her.

Oh, I'm getting the vibes.

We did everything
in this bucket.

(laughs)
- You know what?

If she starts, take her.

(Max): Really?

Okay. Thank you.

I'll-I'll get it back
to you just as soon

all this blows over.

- It's okay. It's gonna
be fine, Max.

It's gonna be fine.

You just need to stop
biting the dog.

- What, what do you mean?

- Sixth grade.

A dog was coming toward us,
and you bit the dog?

- Oh! Yeah, well...
- You bit it!

- I was, I was trying
to protect you.

(Grace): Oh, right. Come on!
- I was protecting you.

(Grace): Come on, the dog
wasn't even gonna bite me,

or you. The poor thing ran off
with its tail between its legs.

- Yeah?

- Listen not everyone is trying
to bite you, Max.

(Ruby): You want to feed him?

Have you ever ridden one before?

How would you feel if you left
here and didn't even

pet one of these
gorgeous animals?

- Like a loser.

- Okay. So, let's start with how
to greet a horse.

You approach a horse from
the side, so he can see you.

Then you pat him right here
on the side of his face.

Then you say in the nicest way,
"Hello Bosco."

- Hello, "Pasture King."

I bet he likes pastures.

- And he likes you.

- You can tell?

- You bet.

Just look him in the eye.

Looking a horse in the eye
is like sharing your soul.

You just made a friend
for life.

(emotional music)

Uh, mom, Tom's at the door.

(Grace): Ooh!

(Max): Who's Tom?

- Alright, uh, Max
keys are in the car.

- Okay. Callie, Ridgeway, show
him the horse trail.

Ruby take Ezra.
Go get his bags.

- Okay.
- Go. Go! Go!

- Okay, don't forget
your dinosaur, okay?

Go, go.

- Hey. I'm sorry.

(Max sighs.)
- That's okay.

(Ruby): Okay.

(Grace): Hey Tom,
what's up?

- Sorry to bother you, Grace.
I got a couple swear

they gave a father and kid
a ride

and dropped them off here.
Seems the father kidnapped

the kid from New Jersey.

- That's horrible.
What can I do?

- I'm sorry. Would you mind
if I had a look around?

This woman's really upset.
- No, not at all.

Come on in, Tom. Yeah.

- Thanks. It'll just
be a minute.

- Hey! Don't flood it!

(Ezra): I guess this is it.

(small grunt)

(boy): Alright you two
get a room!

- "I don't mean to be rude,
but that was not as easy

as it looked so I would
appreciate it

if you wouldn't distract me."

- "Princess Bride."
Kid's a genius.

(piano music)

(Ezra): Can we get a horse?

(Max): Dude, we live in Hoboken.

- Yeah. That's what I thought.

(Max): Hey, Ez you understand
why I'm doing this, don't you?

- Of course. You want to be
on Jimmy Kimmel.
Any father would.

- No, no. That's not it.

I mean, sure, but...it's more
than that.

You know how Pop-Pop gave up
being a chef

and then he took that job
as a doorman?

Well, he did that for me.

- That makes no sense.

- Well, that makes perfect sense
actually, buddy.

Because, because a dad's job
is to take his son

down the field.

- What field?

- Any field, you know.
Football field.

- Football causes brain
injuries.

- Okay, that's true, but in this
case, it's a metaphor, right?

- Right.

- So...so a dad's gotta...

he's gotta go down that field,
right?

And if he gets tackled before
he scores...

- Game over.

- Except that it's not.

'Cause all that dad wants,,
right, is for that kid

to pick up that ball where
his dad got tackled

and to take it the rest
of the way.

- Touchdown!

- Exactly. He's gotta
keep going until he scores.

Anyway. That's why
I'm going to Kimmel.

- You're a good dad.

(yawning)

- You want some coffee?

- Yeah. Love some.
Why don't you get a table

in the House of Pies over there.

I'll meet you right there.
I just wanna fill it up.

- I'll see you inside.

- See you inside.

- What do you wanna drink?

- "Life's a sport, drink it up."

- Okay. What's that code for?

- "Looks like we've got another
mystery on our hands."

- I love the quotes, okay, but
not for every situation right?

This nice lady's got
her work to do.

- Iced tea, please.

- My man, Ezra.

Dropping quotes and
flying without a net

so that he could order
himself a--

- "Iced tea, please."

(laughing together)

Where you going?

- Hey, what's going on?
My name's Ezra.

And I'm going
to tell you all a joke.

Where do horses
go when they're sick?

To the horsepital!

Thank you!

You've been a wonderful
audience!

- Wow! First original joke.

I'm proud of you.

- New material's not easy!

- Hey, buddy, I'm gonna
go um, wash my hands, ok?

I'll be right back.

(Ezra): Okay.
- Okay.

- To the horsepital.

To the horsepital.

- What? What are you doing here?

- Never mind about that.
Listen, I need to--

- How did you find me?

How did you find me all
the way out here?

- We were at the House of Pies.
I saw you over here.

- Who? We who?
- Me and Jenna. She's there.

It's okay.

- Je--okay.

Oh, Pop, you got some balls.
Listen to me.

- Will you shut up?
- No, you shut up. Listen to me.

I'm talking to you. You go back
to the House of Pies

and you never saw me.

- Shut up. I'm trying to tell
you something.

I'm not here
to stop you.

I'm here to apologize.

(Max): For what?
- Well--look.

I'm sorry.

I...you know, I...that's all.
I'm sorry.

- What are you talking about?
What happened to you? What?

- Your mother left, and...and
I loved her,

but I...I was impossible
to live with.

And I never really
told you about any of that.

And so, I'm...I'm sorry.

What do you mean? Mom left
because I was a pain in the ass.

- No
- That's what you told me.

- I was the pain in the ass.
It was me.

All I ever did was fight.
And every fight I ever had

was against someone I thought
had it in for me.

And those kinds of fights
you never really win.

Because they just go from
one person to another

until there's nobody left.

And then when I wasn't
fighting, I was...

I was...I was hiding
in restaurant kitchens,

boxing gyms. Now I'm hiding
holding doors open

for strangers.

I hid because I didn't know what
else to do.

I didn't know how to do
what I see you doing.

- What?
- You're fighting for something
that means something.

Maybe it's too much, but you're
trying to do the right thing.

And you're in the fight
of your life for your son.

And if you get arrested,
you're gonna get arrested.

But as far as I'm concerned,
you're my heavyweight champion.

'Cause I had a problem.

I had a problem with your
mother, and I'll never forget.

I wish that I had done
what you did.

You might have to suffer
consequences,

but it's worth it 'cause you did
it for the right reasons.

You did it because
you love your kid.

Taking him out of the bed
in the middle of the night

- A felony.
- No, no, no.

It took a lot of courage.

Believe it or not, it might've
been the best thing
you ever could've done.

And what you're always worried
about, not having a family,

you gotta stop that.

And I'm here, and Ezzie's
there, and the woman

in the House of Pies,
well...it'll all be alright

with her. And that will all work
itself out eventually.

But you gotta know, that
you have a family that
loves you

and needs you and that
cares about you.

Now be careful.

- Okay.
- I gotta get back.

- Okay.
- Okay.

(intense piano music)

(Max): Right, you recognize
any of these names, buddy?

(Ezra): Yeah. Sidney Poitier.

"They call me Mr. Tibbs."

- Of course. Stupid question.
My bad.

- "Toto, I have a feeling we're
not in Kansas anymore."

Dorothy is
Liza Minelli's mom.

- Okay.
- And that's a fact.

- Pick up the pace, okay.
Come on.

- "Crying? There's no crying
in baseball!"

(laughs)

(Max): Come on.

(Max): Is Jimmy here?

- He might stop in to say hi.

- Oh, good. My son's a big fan.

- No, I'm not.

(Stan): Park there.

(Jenna): This is handicap.
(Stan): Yeah. Take the spot.

(Jenna): It's handicap.
(Stan): Take that spot.

(man): Do as much of your set as
you want for the soundcheck.

(Max): How's the uh, how's
the mojo today, good?

Good till the last drop.

- Hey, Max.
- Yeah.

- See the box?
- Uh-huh.

- Don't step outside the box,
don't look at Jimmy,

and do not go over your time.
You good?

- Jesus. At ease.
Yeah. A little better.

- I hope so. Ezra, I got
a front row seat for you.

- Okay! Check, check, check.
Is that mic down over there?

That's it? Great. Thanks.

How's everybody doing tonight?
Good? No.

Ah I gotta stay in the box.

I better stay in the box.

- Hi there. Hi, did Max Bernal
arrive with a young boy?

- Both very handsome.

(Max): I just have a way
of looking at things

through a negative lens.

Which makes sense, you know,
I was a breach baby.

My dad says I came out with
a black eye.

He says I popped out, and
the first thing I said was:

"Who thought this
was a good idea?"

(agent): He's right through
here.

(Max): My son came up
to me the other day,

he said: "Dad, you're
an awfulizer."

I said: "honey, I don't think
awfulizer is a word."

He says: "yes, it is".

- Yeah!
- There he is, my son.

You know what, I think he might

be on to something actually.
I think I am an awfulizer.

Because truth be told
I can take any situation

and just make it worse.

(agent): Mister Bernal.

I'm Special Agent Costa.

FBI.

We're here to take
you into custody.

(Max): Okay. I-I can't believe
this. Can you not do

this in front of my kid?

- Hi Ezra. I'm Jessica.

We're going to take
a little walk, alright?

(Max): I've travelled all
the way across the country
with my son.

(agent): I understand
that you came across
the country, sir.

(Max): Ezzie, it's fine.

It's fine.

(Jessica): Let's go get some
ice cream.

(sighs)
- Ezzie.

- Your daddy just needs to talk
to my friend Joe, alright?

Everything's fine,
Ezra okay?

(Ezra screams.)

- Don't touch my kid!
- Don't touch my son!

- He doesn't like to be
touched! It's okay!

(Stan): Don't touch him!
(Jenna): It's okay, Ezzie.

It's okay. It's okay.
Look, I know.

I called you myself,
and I made a mistake.

(Stan): It's okay Ezzie.
It's okay. We're all here.

(Jenna): It's okay, Ezzie.

- Ma'am I need you to back off.

- I need you to back off please.
This is my son. Hi!

Hey, baby. Ezzie.
Hey, buddy. You okay?

Hi.

(Ezra): Hi.

Ezzie, I missed you.

Ez? You okay, buddy?

Did you have a good time?
How was the trip?

- I talked to a horse.
- What? That's amazing.

I wish I'd been there.

(agent): I'm sorry, ma'am
but we still need to arrest
Mr. Bernal.

- I'm the one who called you.

I made a mistake. As you can see
my son is fine, so...

(Jessica): We don't have
a choice, ma'am.

(Jenna): Yes, you do have
a choice.

I'm his mother, this
is his father,

this is his
grandfather.

We are a family, and
we are taking him home.

Together.

So thank you very much.

There's no need for
any of this anymore.

(Jessica): Okay, everybody just
stay calm.

- Hey, man. It's okay.

(agent): You need to calm down.
- No, I am. I'm calm. I'm calm.

(Stan): Hey! He's not resisting!

(Max): I'm not resisting.
She's not pressing charges,
right, Jenna?

(Jenna): Yes! We're calling off
the charges.

- Come on, man!
(agent): Stop!

(Ezra): Dad!

Get off my dad!

(agent): Get...get off!

- I gotta finish.
I gotta finish.

- Dad, eyes. Dad! Dad!

Eyes.

It's okay. It's okay.

You got tackled.

Give me the ball.

(emotional music)

Calm down. It's okay.

(Max): Okay.

(emotional piano music)

(Jenna): Okay. Let's go!

(Ezra): Coming.
(Jenna): Come on, come on,

come on. We're gonna be
late! Come on!

(Jenna): Good morning.
Look, I know you have to deal

with this house arrest
stuff, but would you mind

picking him up from school?

I have an inspection
I just can't get out of.

- Yeah. Sure. I just have
to tell my probation guy.

- Okay. Hey, hey, hey. Remember,
just don't talk too fast.

What you did last night
was brilliant.

- "For Whom The Bell Tolls"
today, it tolls for me."

- Ah, it's gonna be
a good presentation.

- Alright, alright. Break a leg.

- Alright. C'mon, let's go
before they lock us out.

Give me that,

- You know, when Hemingway
was my age, you know what

his parents got him
for his birthday?

- No, what?

His dad got him a shotgun,
and his mom, a violin.

- Hemingway played the violin?

- No. 50 years later he used
that shotgun to...

- Really?

- Look it up.

- Wow. I did not know that.

Well, guess who's getting
violin lessons.

(laughs)

Oh, buddy, I'm so happy you're
excited about this school, huh?

Finally got it right.

- Yeah. Mom was right.

- Can't you cover that thing
with your sock?

- What? I don't like the way
it feels on my skin.

Texture thing, you know?
- It's blinking.

Beep.

- Okay. You know what?
Will you bring it in?

- Fine.

You can go now.

- Okay.

(woman): Have a good day.

(guitar music, whistling)

- Remember the last time
this guy was here, he got
arrested.

(Guillermo): Oh, wow.

(knocks on door)
(Jimmy): Max?

(Max): Jimmy?

- Hey, man.
How you doing?

(Max): Man, you look great.

Great to have you here.
- This is Guillermo.

- Hi. Nice meeting you.

- Top security guy.
- How's your son doing?

(Max): Ezzie's great, man, yeah.

- Good.
- He'd be here, but you know,

I can't take him
out of the state.

- Right. Guess not.
Yeah, I guess you can't.

So, I was telling him
remember the last time

Max was here, he was almost
on the show,

but he got arrested.

He um, rescued his
son from school. Yeah?

- That's how I see it.
(Jimmy): Yeah.

- Yeah.
(Jimmy): But uh, anyway,

it's great to have you--

(toilet flushing)

Sorry about that. I forgot
to tell you.

I got...I gotta bring...I had
to bring

my probation officer
with me.

- This is your probation
officer?

- Yeah.
- Wow.

- Yeah.
- He has to stay with
you all the time?

- Yeah.
(Guillermo): He's very cute.

- Hey, man.
What's up?

- I'll be right here, alright?

- At least he's
a good-looking guy.

(Max): Alright, well,
break a leg.

(Jimmy): Okay.
Glad you're finally here.

(Guillermo): Safety first.
- Yeah. Thanks.

- Yeah, that's true. Alright.