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(phone ringing)

- [Miles] Hey, you've got Miles.

Leave a message.

(phone beeping)

- [Sammy] Miles McMahon, shit.

(gentle music)

I didn't expect to hear from you.

How long has it been, like, probably a year?

Uh, uh, sorry, it's, it's me, Sammy.

I'm really glad you called.

Things have, God, they've been hell here between work

and, you know, life. (electric shaver buzzing)

I could use a getaway, so yeah, yeah, (laughs)

uh, yeah, count me in for a cabin weekend,

and, uh, I talked to Victor.

He said you didn't call him.

(electric shaver buzzing)

He also said he wasn't annoyed, and you know Victor.

I'll talk to him.

I'm really glad I get to see your face again soon, man.

It's, uh, it's great to know

that we can just pick up like this.

I'm looking forward to the weekend.

(gentle music continues)

It'll be like old times.

(footsteps plodding)

(latch clicking)

(door beeping)

(door clattering) (bell ringing)

(elbow thudding)

- McMahon, Miles McMahon, I have chemo today.

- ID and proof of insurance.

- Throw those on my tab.

- But this says it's a-

- Yeah, it is aspirational.

I'm manifesting, prick.

(card clicking)

- Would you like a crystal?

- You don't have to do that.

- No, I, I want to.

See, I'm a believer in the power of positive thinking.

(bowl clanking)

- Mm, I want to change oncologists.

- Miles, please.

Derek, give me his chart.

(folder rustling)

Thank you.

- Just to be clear, I don't think

that crystals replace the power of modern medicine.

They just- - You're making it worse.

Just gimme a second.

- Actually, first, I should apologize

and give this man my other hat.

- That's very generous, but I don't need your hat.

- Well, I mean, they're on BOGO, and I don't need two.

Pretty soon, I won't even need one because, uh, cancer.

- Take a crystal.

- No, please.

Come on, Miles. (crystals clanking)

- Thanks mister positive thinker.

That one's for you. (crystals clanking)

One more for you (crystals clanking)

and one more crystal for you. (crystals clanking)

Izzie, will you please make sure my touching

of these rocks is reflected into my medical records?

The doctor must know. (footsteps plodding)

Are you disappointed in me?

You can have my other hat.

He didn't deserve it.

You do, you sweet angel of death.

- Have a seat.

Someone will take your vitals shortly.

- How, how long is it gonna take?

- If you like, we could reschedule your lifesaving

and extremely time-sensitive treatment plan.

- I'm just trying to meet my friends.

- We'll get you plugged in as soon as we can.

- Okay.

(pensive music)

(Miles sighing)

(label rustling)

Shit.

Oh.

(label rustling)

(Miles sighing)

Looks like we're on the same schedule.

Where are your parents at?

- The lobby.

- What are you playing, Go Fish?

- It's solitaire.

You should know.

Aren't you, like, 30?

- Excuse you, kid.

I'm 28.

- Aren't you a little young to get cancer?

- Aren't you a little young to play solitaire?

- My mom says I'm an old soul.

So, you've definitely seen boobs, right?

- I've seen a few.

- How many is that, like six, seven?

- They usually come in pairs.

- I really wanna see boobs before I die.

(Miles laughing)

- I don't think Make-A-Wish covers that, bud.

- For someone with the cancer, you're super unsupportive.

- Well, it looks like we've got 12 more of these.

Maybe I'll grow on you, unless you die first.

(upbeat music)

(Miles laughs)

(latch clicking) (bell ringing)

(door clattering)

- This isn't enough.

- Oh, my God, Vic, for two and a half days, I'd think so.

- Every year we never get enough,

and then we have to drive all the way back down here.

Whatever we don't finish, we can bring home.

But I plan on drinking as much as possible.

- It won't be that bad.

- You underestimate him.

(bottle clanking)

You always have.

- Miles?

- [Victor] Mm-hmm.

- (laughs) Miles McMahon, the same kid

who once shit his pants in PE to get

out of being picked last in dodge ball, please.

Miles consistently gives me exactly what I've estimated.

Vic, we've literally done this every year since forever.

It's tradition.

And we both needed an excuse to get away.

- Red or white?

- Miles likes white, I think.

(bottle clanking)

(mellow music)

In his defense, (bottles clanking)

your mom never liked Miles.

(bottles clanking)

I just, you don't have to talk every day

to still be friends.

- Sure, but there's a, there's a baseline, Sammy,

and he doesn't even get close.

- Hey, you're right.

He should have come to- - No, no, no, no.

You're right.

Mom didn't like him.

She loved him because I loved him,

and he couldn't even bother to show the fuck up.

And if that doesn't bother you as well,

then I dunno what else to say.

(Sammy sighs)

- Fine.

(mellow music continues)

Yeah, nope, this is, uh, this is too much.

I'll restock it.

(cans clanking)

I'm so sorry.

(mellow music continues)

None of this is ideal, (door clattering)

but I do want you to have a good time.

Will you try?

- Yeah.

(Sammy laughing)

- I get it, all right?

I do, and you know, if things aren't, like, the greatest

or whatever, then I'll make an excuse for us,

and we can leave.

- You don't have to do that.

- It's fine, really.

My job is pretty important.

I do some pretty important things.

Sometimes being important gets me out of stuff.

(lips smacking)

- Are you trying to get us killed

out here in the middle of nowhere?

- They'd probably just kill you.

Being important gets me

outta shitty cabin weekends and murders.

(door clicking shut)

You're not that important.

- Rude.

Do you think he knows?

Do you, do you think Miles knows?

(Sammy laughing)

- About us?

Oh, my God, no.

Are you kidding?

He'd have to call us more than once a year, remember?

(door clattering) (gentle music)

(gentle music continues)

(gentle music continues)

♪ Ooh ♪

(door clattering)

(footsteps plodding)

(latch clicking)

(keys jangling)

- Who's taking you to chemo on Monday?

James is with his dad.

I'm, uh, it would be really easy.

I can, I can do it.

- I'm gonna take the bus.

- You can't take the bus to your appointment, Miles.

- Hannah, table five knocked over their margaritas.

I need you to clean them up.

- [Hannah] I'm on a break.

- [Duncan] There's no breaks when shit spills.

- I'm on the phone with my brother.

- Cool, I didn't know you had a brother.

I don't care.

- He has cancer, you shitbag.

- [Duncan] That's not cool.

- No, it isn't.

Please go away.

Go clean them up yourself.

Like, why the fuck does it have to be me?

- Just can you please just get out-

- Get out. - Okay.

- [Hannah] Fuck you.

- [Miles] You done over there?

- [Hannah] Sorry.

- You called me.

- I know.

I'm, I just, I wanna help.

- You don't have to do this.

I am perfectly capable of living my life.

I shaved my head all on my own yesterday.

- I bet you look ridiculous (sighs).

Are you making some friends at chemo at least?

- More than I can count.

One kid's name is Nick.

He has leukemia.

He enjoys solitaire and boobs.

I wanted to invite him on the trip,

but I wasn't sure that he'd survive.

- Invite him where?

- [Miles] The cabin.

- Why'd you be at the cabin?

Oh, my God.

It's boys weekend, isn't it?

- Boys weekend.

- Do mom and dad know?

- Oh, I sure hope not.

I'm already up here.

- [Hannah] (scoffs) Jesus, Miles,

the way that you hold on to shit.

- Don't start, okay?

- If they're your friends, where have they been?

- Well, uh, I haven't exactly...

- They don't know?

Miles, people come into your life for a reason or a season.

Which one are they?

- A reason or a season, wow.

- Yeah, I read it on Instagram, so shut up.

Just, like, (sighs) don't get really drunk.

- I won't.

- Yes, you will.

- There's no telling.

(Hannah laughing)

- I know exactly who you are.

- Oh, shit, hey, I gotta go. (gravel crunching)

Time to get really drunk.

- I'm not at all worried.

- This is a good start, okay?

- Hmm.

I love you.

- Same, just remind me when I'm in remission

so I know you mean it.

(phone beeping)

(Hannah sighs)

(phone clanking)

(Miles sighing)

(phone clanking)

(Miles laughs)

(phone clanking)

(bag clattering)

- Hey, you okay?

- Looks different, unnatural.

- [Miles] I knew you'd be late.

- Hey, you know me.

There's nothing safer than a slow turn.

- [Miles] I remember.

(hands thudding)

- [Sammy] It's good to see you.

- It's good to see you.

- Nice hat.

- It was BOGO.

I'll let you have the other.

- I don't like it that much.

- Oh, get in here, mm.

I'm glad you could make it.

- Really?

'Cause you didn't invite me, so I wasn't so sure.

- You said he wasn't bothered by that.

- (sighs) We both know that he was.

- Oh, regardless, let me make it up to you

and help you with your bags?

- I, don't worry about it.

I got it.

- [Miles] Oh, come on, just-

- [Victor] Don't throw your back

out on the one bag I brought.

- I don't know, man it's got wheels.

- I got it.

- There is a cooler and some booze in the back seat

if you don't mind (laughing) lending a hand with that.

- [Miles] Consider it done.

- What the fuck was that? - What?

- You, you're being an asshole

and doing exactly what I asked you not to do.

Just fucking try.

(footsteps plodding)

- Everything all right?

- Yeah, uh, your parents remodeled the place?

(door clattering) - Yeah, total overall,

dad's only focus since he retired.

- Same, uh, weird little room in the front for me?

- Same one, yep.

- I'm gonna go get settled.

(footsteps plodding)

(gentle music)

(footsteps plodding)

Glad you could make the trek out to see me.

(Sammy laughing)

- The setup has its perks, sneaking around,

a secret rendezvous in the dead of night.

- Mm, the thrill of it all.

(Victor and Sammy laughing)

(drawer clattering)

Help me make the bed.

(footsteps plodding)

(pillow rustling)

(Sammy grunts)

(pillow rustling)

- It won't be weird all weekend.

- Am I the only one who saw that hat?

(Sammy laughing)

- A minor stylistic setback

on the road to salvaging our friendship.

(bedding rustling)

- You are the best of us.

- I know.

(bedding rustling)

- I wish could have that same blind faith

that everything's gonna work out.

- (laughs) Well, I like to think

that I have enough for both of us.

(footsteps plodding)

- You guys starting the party without me?

- Well, it looks like you brought the party with you.

- Oh, these?

(Miles laughing)

Come on, Vic.

Humor me.

Attaboy.

I'm really glad you guys could make it.

(Sammy laughing)

- We wouldn't have missed it.

- I really needed this.

To hell.

(Sammy laughing)

May the stay there be as fun as the way there.

- Cheers.

(glasses clinking)

- Cheers.

(glasses clinking) - Okay, wait, no, no.

The worst thing that we ever did was that syrup thing.

- Oh, oh, my God, Miss Splinnerbatch.

- [Sammy] (laughing) Miss Splinnerbatch, yes,

back in third grade.

Remember how she would just, like, sit at her desk all day

and, like, eat just (laughing) straight syrup?

- [Miles] Oh. - You remember that,

right, Vic? - Yeah.

- She had that little plastic mug of it,

and she would just dip

and lick her fingers all day. - (laughing) Oh, God.

God, you'd get your test back,

and it would just be, like, dripping with syrup.

- [Miles] Shit.

Wait, uh, how did we get into her house?

- Your sister.

- [Sammy] Hannah, yes, no, she was house sitting.

- Oh, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, but we, we stole the key

outta the purse. - (laughing) We stole,

We stole the key.

And then we went over to her place,

and we covered that (laughing) floor

in syrup. - Oh, no.

- [Sammy] Oh, and then the bees.

- The bees, holy shit.

Wait, didn't she and her family have

to, like, move out or something?

- (laughing) Yes, are you kidding me?

They were stuck in a motel for a month, Miles.

- And you confessed, you fucking snitch.

- Of course, I confessed.

Are you kidding me?

It was awful.

I mean, I, I felt terrible.

Those were, like, a dangerous number of bees.

- Oh.

Hey, Vic, you have any kids in your classes bad as we were?

- Oh, I mean, my- - Victor is

assistant principal now.

- Well, wait, you're not old enough.

- It's not actually how jobs work.

- It's, it's a lot more money, and, um, you know, he gets

to make a difference now with the school as a whole

but by supporting the teachers now.

- Cool, man, good for you.

- How's Clancy's, still smell like shit and Pine-Sol?

- I wouldn't know.

Haven't been in a minute.

- Wait, are you not bartending anymore?

- I'm between jobs.

- You bailed on it then?

- Self-care, I gotta focus on me for a bit.

- Fast-paced world of slinging drinks getting

in the way of self-improvement?

- It's more complicated than that.

Actually, I, um, should let you guys-

- Yes, no- - that, uh-

- Hey, look, one of my board members,

they are actually currently opening a bar,

and they're in the middle of looking, (laughing) holy shit.

- What did you do, Miles? (Sammy laughing)

- Try not to fall in love with me, guys.

Resist if you can.

Well, it's just a haircut.

I'll put the hat back on.

- We actually have something to tell you.

Well, um, (clicks tongue) Victor and I,

we're together now (laughs).

- Together?

Like, together, together?

Since when?

- Three years.

- (laughing) Three.

(dramatic music)

(Miles sighing)

- Listen. - Miles.

- Listen, we really wanted tell you earlier, okay?

We wanted to make sure (music drowning out Sammy speaking).

- I'm so happy for you both.

You're both, uh, so,

you're perfect together.

It's fate or some shit.

You'll both have very long and happy lives together.

If you'll excuse me. (footsteps plodding)

- Give him space. (footsteps plodding)

(door slamming)

(hammer thudding) (Miles breathing heavily)

(hammer clanging)

- Ah, fuck. (hammer thudding)

- He's so angry.

- Nah, I was sure that he wouldn't take it well.

(Sammy laughing)

- That's not true.

Now, there is a universe where this,

whatever it is, isn't happening

because we told him when we should have.

- No, no, this tantrum is not my fault.

(dishes clanking)

- Our fault.

At least he's happy for us.

- He's not.

- (laughs) Yes, he is.

That's the only thing that he did say.

And he's still our friend.

I mean, he can be frustrated about us lying to him

and still be happy for us.

- Support should be, be,

like, you know, unconditional or whatever.

It, it, it, it, it should, it should,

it should come without limits.

(Sammy scoffs)

- Not even you believe that.

(dishes clanking)

- What?

(dishes clanking)

Course, I do. I just said it.

(dishes clanking)

- Was support unconditional when I wanted to quit my job

and take up baking?

- Oh, my God, we have bills to pay.

- People pay money for pastries.

- Pastries cost money to make.

- (laughing) Well, you'll never make a return

if you don't invest.

- No, that's not the same at all.

- Yes, it is.

(Sammy laughing)

You just can't give anyone the benefit of the doubt.

- No, I do.

(Sammy laughing)

- Miles isn't mad about us.

He's mad that we didn't tell him,

which, to be honest, is completely fair.

- He wants to control the narrative.

- The problem is so do you.

I'm gonna go out there.

He needs us, one of us,

probably just me.

(footsteps plodding)

(cloth thudding)

(footsteps plodding)

(water sloshing)

(Miles sighing) (footsteps plodding)

- We always wondered, you know, if you were.

You always got so much ass.

It was just a little suspicious.

Some of us tried really hard, and I think to myself,

"There's no way he could take that many women

and know what to do with all of them."

(dramatic music)

You could have told me.

- I know.

- [Miles] Why'd it take so long?

- Because we wanted to tell you in person.

- Actually, I wanted to leave a voicemail.

- You coulda chose anyone, and you chose him.

- You got something you wanna say?

- Oh, fuck off, Vic.

I just wanted us to have a normal weekend.

- And we still can.

- I'm not gonna be the third wheel in my own cabin.

- You've been a third wheel for as long as we've known you.

- Jesus Christ, Vic.

(dramatic music continues)

- And you wonder why I never call.

(phone buzzing)

- It's work.

(click tongue) I should take this.

(footsteps plodding)

- We both know he could do better.

(dramatic music continues) (footsteps plodding)

- [Hannah] I always knew Victor was gay.

- You did not.

- I absolutely did because I tried

to suck his dick senior year, and he turned me down.

- Well, he turned you down because it was his senior year,

and you were 16.

- It didn't stop Sammy.

- What does that say about him?

- [Hannah] Says more about me, (laughing) honestly.

- So, I'm literally the last person to know.

- You have a lot going on.

It's understandable

that you woulda missed something like this.

- What kinda turmoil did I cause these guys

that they couldn't tell me this major life thing?

- Why does this have to be on you?

You're not the best, but this is a shitty thing.

Their decision not to tell you, that's not on you.

It's not your fault.

- They're gonna leave.

Things will just end this way, and this will probably be

the last time I'm ever gonna see these guys.

- It's not gonna be the last time.

Don't talk like that, please.

They're not gonna leave.

Sammy's not gonna let them.

- That's just the thing, Hannah.

It's not just Sam anymore.

They're like a, a unit now.

- Then, convince Victor.

He's the emotionally stunted brick wall of the group.

- So maybe hit him with a threat?

- No.

Get some trust back and give some.

Forgiveness is simply loving someone enough

to seek healing instead of retribution

when they have wronged you.

- Instagram?

- You know it.

Listen, you know I love hearing from you.

- Yeah, I can, I can go.

- It's just that I've gotta get dinner ready for James.

(playful cartoon music)

I'm so glad that you called.

You can call anytime, really.

- Go feed your child.

- [Hannah] I love you.

- Yep, I know.

Goodbye, Hannah.

(phone beeping) (gentle music)

(knife thudding)

(gentle music continues)

(latch clicking)

(door squeaking)

(latch clicking)

(clothes rustling)

(drawer clattering)

(footsteps plodding)

Are you gonna leave?

- We discussed it.

(drawer clattering)

- But you just got here, man.

If you leave, I won't even be forced to hear you have sex.

- Did you want that?

- That's a joke.

But yeah, I mean, I guess I at least wanted the option.

- So, that's your apology?

You know, Sammy would stay, but-

- I'm sick.

- There's some Pedialyte in the fridge.

- No, I'm sick, sick.

I have cancer.

Don't tell Sammy.

- What the, what the, what the,

what the are you talking about?

You, you, now you're gonna tell me that you have cancer

and then not to tell Sammy?

What, what do you, what do you, what do you, what do you,

what do you mean that you have cancer?

- I'll tell him Sunday morning.

If he finds out, he's just gonna worry.

And I just want things to feel normal,

just one last time, okay?

You can't leave a dying man.

- You're dying?

- We're all dying.

The cancer's just killing me a little bit quicker.

- Oh, my God.

I have to tell Sam. - No, sh.

- I have to tell him.

He is your friend, dude.

You cannot (speakers drowning each other out).

- No, no, no, no, just, just be, be my friend

the way you used to be, okay?

I know that version of our friendship doesn't exist anymore,

but just pretend for one day.

That's all I need.

(Victor breathing heavily)

(footsteps plodding)

(bag clattering)

(zipper whizzing)

Thank you.

- You tell Sammy by Sunday, or I will.

- I will.

I promise.

(bag clattering) (footsteps plodding)

I really am glad you're here, man.

- Goodnight, Miles.

(solemn music)

(water sloshing)

(glass clinking)

(footsteps plodding)

I think we should stay.

He, uh,

we should have given him the space to be upset.

He's entitled to his feelings even if I disagree with them.

I just, I

(footsteps plodding)

I tried to put myself in his shoes and, um,

(bed creaking)

I guess I'd be upset, too.

- Did he blackmail you to say this?

What's happening?

- You drag me up here, and I'm not just gonna bail

at the first sign of trouble.

I think we should ride it out, at least try.

- I agree (laughs).

(book thudding)

We can stay, but this is

very uncharacteristic of you (laughs).

- Take the win, Sammy.

(bedding rustling)

(bed creaking)

I love you.

- Something weird is happening.

(Sammy laughing)

- Say it back.

(Sammy laughing)

- I love you, too,

if that's really you in there.

(shirt rustling)

He's more attractive, right?

Like, that's not just me.

(both laughing)

No, like, I, I think that beanie might be doing

a lot more than either of us are willing to admit (laughs).

- You love a charity case.

(Sammy sighing)

- I dedicated my life's work to 'em.

(lips smacking)

(Sammy exhaling) (lips fluttering)

Coming out is exhausting.

(bedding rustling)

- You don't ever have to do it again.

(Sammy laughing)

(Sammy sighing)

- Oh, I'm so tired.

- Yeah?

- Mm-hmm.

- You know, I was thinking maybe we should

(lips smacking)

in this bed for old times' sake.

(lips smacking)

- Mm.

(Sammy and Victor moaning)

- Oh, my God.

(mellow music)

(footsteps plodding)

(dishes clanking)

Good morning.

- Where'd you get all this?

(coffee pot clanking)

- (sighs) Well, I went down the mountain.

- How long have you been up?

- A while.

I didn't get much sleep.

Didn't sound like you two did either (laughs).

(cup thudding)

- Please don't make this weird.

How are you feeling?

- Please don't make this weird.

- Oh, my God.

Miles, did you make all this?

- Why is everyone freaking out?

It's breakfast, okay?

It's very normal.

Normal people eat breakfast in the morning.

This, my friends, my loved ones, is a redo,

kicking off the weekend like we should have.

- Hey, I love a good do-over.

- Yes, exactly, okay, let me be the first one

to re-welcome you to the thing that we do every year.

You're my oldest, and now you're my gayest friends.

(Sammy laughing)

You're gay, and we have mimosas.

(Sammy laughing)

What a start.

- I could get used to this version of you.

- Don't.

- I poured the cheapest thing I could find

into orange juice concentrate,

but if you really wanna be impressed,

check out the pancakes.

- All right.

(glass thudding)

Hold on.

(lips smacking)

(liquid sloshing)

- Let's eat.

(glass thudding) (cup scraping)

(footsteps plodding)

- (exhales) It's been a while.

(Sammy laughing)

- Your body never forgets the devil's triangle (laughs).

- I'm getting too old for this.

- On the count of three.

(upbeat music) One, two, three.

(coins clinking) (bottle thudding)

(glasses clinking)

- [All] Cheers.

(glasses thudding)

♪ Met a woman, got engaged ♪

♪ Time passed ♪

♪ Present day ♪ (Miles grunting)

♪ And my feet turned cold at the tone ♪

♪ Of those wedding bells ♪ - Beat it.

(all laughing)

(liquid sloshing)

(bottle thudding) ♪ I felt bad ♪

♪ Everybody got dressed up ♪ - Cheers, boys.

♪ But I knew I'd messed up ♪ (glasses clinking)

♪ So, I had to fess up ♪

♪ That all I really wanted was just ♪

♪ To get drunk as hell ♪ (Sammy laughing)

- Ah.

♪ So, I jilted that poor woman ♪ (coin clanking)

♪ And I got drunk as hell ♪ - Oh, my God.

Drink it, drink it. ♪ I'm a talking 'bout hellfire ♪

♪ Hellfire ♪

♪ Yeah, hellfire ♪ ♪ Hellfire ♪

♪ Oh, hellfire ♪

♪ That's where I'm bound ♪

(cup clattering) (Victor and Sammy cheering)

- Oh, come on. ♪ I'm a talk about hellfire ♪

♪ Hellfire ♪ (Sammy groans)

♪ Yeah, hellfire ♪ (Sammy laughing)

♪ Hellfire ♪

♪ Oh, hellfire ♪

♪ That's where I'm bound ♪ - Let's go do something else.

(glass clinking)

(bottle thudding)

(glass thudding) Yeah.

(Miles coughing)

(Miles exhaling)

Shit.

♪ I'm a talking about hellfire ♪

♪ Hellfire ♪

♪ Oh, hellfire ♪ ♪ Hellfire ♪

♪ Yeah, hellfire ♪

♪ That's where I'm bound ♪

- I'm gonna be sick.

(Miles retching)

- He's drinking a lot, right?

Like, that's not just me?

- I don't know.

I mean, you know, we haven't seen him drink in a while.

- Hey, guys.

(footsteps plodding)

(door squeaking)

I've been meaning to ask you something.

How does it work, exactly?

- Oh, we're doing this right now?

- Come on, man.

Breakfast didn't sit with me right.

Can you just, who's the guy?

- Whoever had a burrito last.

- No, that's, (laughs) that's not how it works.

It's me.

- That's what I thought, yeah.

- Uh, no, now that's not fair.

(Victor Laughing)

- You seem like the catcher.

- Okay, an astute observation, Mr. McMahon.

- [Miles] How'd you keep it from me for so freaking long?

- Well, you're not the most perceptive.

- Sammy literally just called me astute.

- It was never really a good time to tell you.

I mean, you either had a lot going on,

or you just weren't really around at all.

- I get that.

- We weren't trying to keep it from you on purpose.

- We kept it from ourselves for a while.

- And dating your best friend sounds convenient as shit.

- Yeah, sure, people want the, the person that they love

to become their best friend, but it's, it's kinda scary

to think that new feelings might ruin

something you've had your whole life.

- Well, I need another beer

to wash this taste outta my mouth.

- Uh, maybe finish your water first.

- Okay, well, if we're just sitting here,

you know what I want to get into?

- No.

- Oh, come on baby.

It's tradition.

- Yeah, baby, it's tradition.

- This is a mistake.

(footsteps plodding)

- All right.

(boxes clattering)

(photos thudding) Op, shoot.

Ah, okay.

(Miles laughing)

(photos rustling)

(box clattering)

Hey, bros, look what I found.

(photos rustling)

(photos thudding)

- (laughs) What is all this?

- Mom put away most of her personal stuff

whenever they started listing on Airbnb.

I guess this is my box.

- [Sammy] Oh, my God.

(Sammy laughing)

Look at us.

Oh, man, Miles sure loved these cargo shorts, right?

- [Miles] Oh, man. (Sammy laughing)

Yeah, I miss that extra storage.

- Yeah, what'd you put in those pockets anyways?

- Uh, preteen sex appeal, mostly.

(Sammy laughing)

(photos rustling)

- Hey, you okay?

Baby, that's a really great picture.

Hey, we should take that home with us.

- We were the real deal, man.

(Sammy laughing)

Best fucking friends.

You know, I've been trying to figure out

what the hell went wrong, and, uh, I don't know,

maybe now that you two came clean

and stopped keeping secrets from me,

we can go back to the way things were.

- Are you serious?

Is he, is he fucking serious.

- Vic.

- The problem is us not you never calling,

you never giving a shit, you not being there

when I needed you the most?

- Let's not do this right now, man.

- We came clean.

Now, it's your turn.

Your parents came, your sister came, not you.

I wanna know why.

- Your mom never liked me.

- Every year on Halloween, she'd get you

that sour candy you like, and nobody else likes.

And she'd say, "Miles doesn't like much, but he likes this."

She'd wait for you every morning

so that we could ride to school together,

and you were always late, and she was never on time for work

or those afternoons where you'd come over

after she made dinner, and she'd give you

the food off her plate to make sure that you got fed,

and you never said thank you,

never, not once.

But she kept trying because she knew

how much I fucking loved you, and she'd say, "Victor,

be the kind of man that leaves a mark"-

- Not a scar.

I remember.

- You couldn't even say goodbye.

Why did you bail?

- I was busy.

- Oh, you were busy, okay.

- I was busy, and what was I supposed to say to you?

- You, you could've said anything.

- Guys, can we please calm down?

- Yeah, you're, you're, you're, you're

the emotionally stunted brick wall,

the Greek plays and fucking- - I'm emotionally stunted?

- If I called and mustered up some

half-assed apology, you- - You didn't-

- wouldn't have believed me. - even try.

- Please stop yelling.

- Death makes me uncomfortable.

- Miles, everything makes you uncomfortable.

If it doesn't immediately affect you, you don't even,

you just automatically- - I didn't wanna go, okay?

(Miles breathing heavily)

There, is that what you wanted to hear?

Every time I thought about calling you,

I felt like I wanted to scream,

and thinking of going to the funeral was worse,

so yeah, I didn't go,

and I don't regret it.

I'm sorry that it hurt you this bad,

but I, I don't know what you want me to do about it now,

but I'm sorry.

Karma got me good, though.

- You don't get to hide behind this callous bullshit.

You may be sick now,

but you were perfectly healthy

when we lowered my mom into the ground.

- Sick? - That is not what I'm doing.

- It is.

You're using your diagnosis as a shield,

and I'm not falling for it.

- What does he mean diagnosis?

- Why can't you just admit what you did wrong

without any fucking conditions?

- Yeah, why can't you just keep your mouth shut

about the one fucking thing I told you not to talk about?

- I guess we're just made to keep disappointing each other.

- Stop, now.

What does he mean by diagnosis?

- He's got cancer.

He didn't want you to know.

- Is that true?

- Yeah. - Miles.

Is that true?

- Yeah, I have cancer. (latch clicking)

(hiker laughing)

- Uh, I'm sorry. (latch clicking)

We must be early.

- [Hiker] I don't think so. (woman laughing)

- The cabin is occupied.

- Yeah, of course, yeah, we're not supposed

to be here till, like, later on.

- There was a mistake.

It must be double booked.

- We have (laughing) a reservation.

- The cabin is occupied this weekend.

- This is unacceptable.

- We'll be contacting the host.

(footsteps plodding)

- [Hiker] We'll see.

(latch clicking)

(Miles sighing)

- Okay, um, just so that I can get this straight, um,

you're, you're dying?

And you, you knew about it, and you didn't tell me,

and, and, and, and what?

We, we aren't even supposed to be here right now, are we?

- My parents don't know.

They probably would've figured it out

whenever I skip chemo Monday.

- Oh, Jesus Christ, you were gonna skip chemo.

- Sammy.

- Yeah, don't fucking touch me.

(door clattering)

(door slamming)

- You fucking promised.

- Sorry, but I don't really know

what you want me to do about it now.

- Fuck you, Vic.

(footsteps plodding)

(door clattering)

(latch clicking)

- Why didn't you tell me?

- He asked me not to.

- Oh, and that was good enough for you, okay.

- [Victor] I fucked up.

- You don't even like him.

How could he convince you to keep this from me?

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

I panicked.

He told me, he told me he was dying,

and, and, and, and he knew you'd do this.

- What is this, a normal reaction to being lied to?

(Sammy sighing)

I could have called.

I could have visited (laughs).

I could have done anything.

We are better friends than this.

- I don't think that we are.

- I don't think you are.

I'm sorry, Vic.

I'm mad, okay?

And this, right now, is a lot.

- [Victor] He was gonna tell you tomorrow.

He, he wanted to enjoy the weekend.

- Mm, well, you sure fucked that up.

- Me? - Mm-hmm, yeah.

(footsteps plodding)

(door clattering)

(footsteps plodding)

If you don't get up off of your ass and follow me,

I swear to God.

(footsteps plodding)

(crickets chirping)

(piece thudding)

Okay, I need to talk about this.

- He doesn't wanna talk about it.

- You shut up.

- If he wanted to talk about it,

he would've told us before we got here.

- Well, he told you, okay?

- Yeah, but he- - So, I, listen, Miles,

I could have done more.

I could have, and I, I should have tried harder

to keep in touch with you.

- Okay, just focus on the puzzle.

You're, you're crushing it right now, so.

- I, I don't know how to ignore it,

and I wanna help you, okay?

I wanna be there for you, and I wanna know that you're okay,

and I want, I want you to be okay.

- He's clearly fine.

- Let him speak for himself.

- Can we just have a normal weekend?

That's all that I want.

(piece thudding)

- Okay, well, can you just answer me one question?

- Answer me just- - It's stage-four

colon cancer, and it's super fucking aggressive.

The tumor in my colon was too big to remove with surgery.

The surgery would just relieve the symptoms.

It wouldn't correct the problem, and now it...

- It spread.

- To the lining of my abdominal cavity.

But don't worry, boys, I am shitting just fine.

But they're really outdoing themselves

with this treatment, though,

so a miracle isn't off the table.

It just seems very, you know, unlikely.

- Why are you here?

- I think I need another drink.

You guys want anything?

- You should be at home resting.

- But I'm not.

I'm here with you two discussing something

that I asked one of you not to discuss.

- Goddamn, Miles, you really shouldn't be drinking so much.

- We all have a very limited time left on this planet.

And excuse me that beer just tastes

a little bit better coming up than the chemo does.

(can popping)

Is that an end piece?

I'll be out back if you need me.

(footsteps plodding) (gentle music)

(door clattering)

(latch clicking)

(gentle music continues)

- Can you pass me that please?

- No. (chair clattering)

(footsteps plodding)

(door clattering)

(latch clicking)

(footsteps plodding) (crickets chirping)

(match cracking)

(gravel crunching)

Go back inside.

- Oh, so don't follow you out this time?

It's just kind of hard to keep track.

- Jesus, fuck you.

- No, please, Sammy, I don't want us

to be mad at each other.

I- - Then, what are you gonna do

to fix it?

- I'm being held to an impossible standard.

(Sammy laughing)

Now, you asked me to come up here and try,

continue to give Miles more than he ever gave me,

and I did that.

- I'm not mad at you for that.

- [Victor] That's bullshit.

- I'm not mad that you gave Miles's secret away.

- I don't believe that either.

Just let it out, Sam.

- He wasn't supposed to tell you first.

I put in the time.

I gave everything to us.

You, you gave up him.

You buried him a long time ago, Victor.

But I stayed in it, and I gave more

than you or him ever gave.

I should have been the first person that he came to.

But even I had stopped trying, and, and he knew that.

I'm mad at myself. - You shouldn't be.

(gentle music continues)

- It's not too late.

- [Victor] Where are you going?

- I can't just give up on him, Vic.

I wanna be able to say that I did everything that I could.

- What if you have?

- I haven't.

(door clattering)

(door squeaking)

(latch clicking)

(hand thudding)

(crickets chirping)

(footsteps plodding)

(gravel crunching)

- You know, my mom and I went

and picked out a really fancy urn to keep me in.

She really did not wanna do it, but I made her.

It was on sale, 84.99, 10 bucks off.

(fire crackling)

I told her my last and dying wish was to try

to save her as much money as possible.

- I bet she loved that joke.

- We made this really weird deal.

She let me pick out the urn if I let her take me to church.

A bunch of, uh, strangers prayed and touched me,

and I'm expecting to be in remission within the week.

- You seem to be handling it well.

- There's this kid, Nick.

He's on my same chemo schedule.

He's 13, and he is so much worse off.

But he just sits there and plays cards

like nothing is wrong.

I guess I just wanna be that carefree

about my eminent death.

(fire crackling)

Whatever, kid will never get to see titties at this rate.

- Oh, my God, Miles that is a child.

(Miles laughing)

- Man, he is, he is so mean.

He has this, like, weird direct pipeline to your soul,

but he just uses it shit in.

- Sounds a lot like you at 13.

- He'll outlive us all.

I have faith.

(Miles sighing)

(can clanking)

(lid clattering)

(box clattering)

(lid thudding)

(can popping)

- Why an urn?

Why cremation?

- I don't want to take up space

and like, you know, capitalism.

What if somebody comes in, and they pave over me,

and they build some kind of tacky (laughing) restaurant.

- I mean, to be fair,

I, I think you'd at least be a coffee shop.

(Miles laughing) (gentle music)

- At least lattes make people happy.

(Sammy laughing)

The urn is really nice, though,

pewter with, like, brass accents.

I wanted it to be nice enough

so that, whatever descendant ends up with it,

they wouldn't just immediately throw it away.

So, if someone pours me into the yard or down the toilet,

they can keep it as, like, a, a vase.

It could really tie a room together.

- You might not need it for a long time, Miles.

You don't know.

- I have a pretty good idea.

And once you've been told it's coming,

I don't really think I get my old mindset back.

We're told that it's love, and work, and memories

that we, that we leave behind,

but I, I didn't really get to those parts, did I?

(gentle music continues)

You and Vic, though, yeah.

That's a legacy

that you have without me,

in spite of me, probably.

- You're important to me, Miles.

And you're important to a lot of other people.

(gentle music continues) (fire crackling)

- I don't really know how to handle

(laughing) all, all of this shit.

And when you've realized that you have no say in all it,

it is hard to care about any of it.

(fire crackling)

- Well, in that case, I'm blasting Kanye at your funeral.

- Please. (Sammy laughing)

Do not do that (laughs).

- No, uh, (laughs) you, you said it doesn't matter,

so, uh, I'm also gonna invite

every girl you fucked in college.

- How do you know who I fucked in college?

- (laughing) Because you proposed to both of 'em.

- Wow, I'm gonna be dead.

I won't even get to experience it.

- Well, you don't think you'll get

to enjoy the show from the depths of hell?

- Wow, yeah, I'm definitely leaving you out of the will.

(Sammy laughing)

My "Gossip Girl" box set is gonna have to find another home.

- Oh, shit, Miles, that's the only thing that I wanted.

(Miles laughing)

(fire crackling)

- You wanna get outta here?

- Go where?

- I know place.

(upbeat music)

♪ It was a hazy day, downtown LA ♪

- [Miles] Let's drink, boys.

Everyone's old as shit now.

(Sammy laughing)

- I'll grab us some beers.

Get us the table?

Hey, can we just get three beers?

Thanks.

- Not gonna talk to me unless Sammy's around?

I didn't even invite you, just Sammy.

- Well, we're kind of a package deal.

- Package deal?

(bottle clanking) (Sammy groaning)

- This place really went down the shitter.

- If I remember correctly, you loved it 10 years ago

whenever you were throwing up right here, right there,

little bit on yourself,

and right there. (Sammy laughing)

- Listen, I don't remember much about those nights.

- No, this place was a cesspool then,

and it's still one now.

- Oh, my God, all the best bars are.

This place is disgusting, but it's ours.

It's our first bar.

It's the first place we drank together.

- First place we kissed.

- So, you remember a few nights?

- Really?

Guys, come on here, seriously?

- Yeah.

- Okay, well regardless, does it make y'all happy

to be here together like old times?

Okay, just take a deep breath, ready?

Here we go.

Come on, take it in.

Take it in.

(Miles coughing)

- [Victor] Are you okay?

- Yeah, (coughing) it's just the good memories.

It's in my lungs.

- It's the cancer.

- It's definitely the cancer.

Oh, that smell, it smells like nostalgia, memories,

stale booze, old mop water, a little bit of vomit.

Makes me wanna drink more.

(bottle thudding)

No, no, not here. (upbeat music)

Let's fucking dance.

- Miles.

Jesus Christ.

- Hey, if he wants to dance, let's just let him dance.

- You're gonna make me the strict dad, aren't you?

♪ Babe, gotta love you ♪

♪ Love your man ♪

♪ I said hey, girl, gotta, gotta ♪

- I gotta. ♪ Gotta have respect ♪

♪ I said hey, girl ♪

♪ Before you gotta understand ♪

♪ Come, understand ♪

♪ I said hey ♪

♪ Love your man, just love your man ♪

♪ Oh, gotta love your man ♪

♪ Oh ♪

- Ooh.

That's the sunrise.

(Sammy laughing)

(Miles laughing)

Oh, sorry.

- What the fuck?

Fucking gay-ass shit.

- Fuck did you just say?

- Let's fucking go. - Oh, bro,

I will fucking laughter you with an ax.

- He's, he's, he's very drunk, and he's shit with an ax.

- No, his thinking his backwards, and your love is valid.

- [Victor] Come on, bro. ♪ I don't wanna be ♪

♪ Loved tonight ♪ - It's all right.

- All good.

♪ I just wanna be held ♪ - All good, we're good.

- Yeah. - We're good, all good.

♪ Give me your body, baby ♪

♪ Give me your body now ♪ (music drowns out Victor)

(high-pitched tone blaring)

(lips smacking)

(Miles gasping)

(Miles whimpering)

- Miles, Miles, hey, you okay?

What happened, buddy? (Miles gasping)

It's okay, it's okay. (Miles gasping)

Miles, Miles (Miles gasping)

(Victor and Sammy speaking indistinctly)

(Miles whimpering)

- The cancer.

(door clattering)

(footsteps plodding)

(door clattering)

I'm gonna unbuckle your seatbelt.

(Miles exhaling)

Don't throw up on me.

- No promises.

(seatbelt clanking)

(feet thudding)

- [Victor] Come on, bro.

(feet shuffling) - Here, I got the door.

I got it.

(door clicking shut) (feet shuffling)

- How do you feel? - I'm fine.

(feet shuffling)

- I have missed you, but I have not missed your drinking.

- Well, we're kind of a packaged deal.

- Okay.

(footsteps plodding)

- I'm guessing cancer really fucks your tolerance.

- Yeah, if you wanna head onto bed, I'll stay up with him.

I'll make sure he survives the night.

- [Miles] Uh, I can hear you.

- We're not trying to keep it from you.

You're trashed.

- Oh, you two only care about me if I'm hurting

or you two need something.

- Vic, Vic, go to sleep.

Look, I got this.

- He doesn't get to, to-

- I don't want to do this again.

- He's a piece of shit, and I'm not gonna let the fact

that he's, he's- - Well, you should.

You absolutely should.

- It's not fair.

It's not just me.

He doesn't get to treat you like, like you-

- No, don't put your shit on me, okay?

I'm asking you to go to bed and let me handle this.

(Miles laughing)

- Wow, you two are keeping me,

ah, the fight's about me now (laughs).

- Cancer or no cancer, you're a bad friend, Miles.

And I wish I hadn't come. (tense music)

- Victor, stop.

- At least I tried to make this weekend work.

- (laughing) Tried?

This is you trying?

- Vic, don't do this.

- You're gonna die, and you couldn't even pretend

to like us for two days.

- [Miles] You're very (laughing) unlikeable.

- This isn't funny.

We're not just gonna laugh about this later.

- What else am I supposed to do, Vic?

- I don't feel sorry for you.

You know, we're gonna, we're gonna have to go

to your funeral and listen to people sing your praises.

But we'll know.

We'll know who you were,

and now you'll know, too. (Miles whimpering)

(tense music continues)

- I'll leave it like this, Vic.

You're gonna have to think about it

for the rest of your life.

- Till this weekend, I didn't think about you at all.

(dramatic music)

(footsteps plodding) (bottle thudding)

(Miles sobbing) (couch creaking)

(door squeaking)

(dramatic music continues)

I know- - You were right.

You've been right.

(pillow thudding) (dramatic music continues)

(door clattering)

(footsteps plodding)

(frame scraping)

(Miles sobbing)

- I hate this, fuck.

(dramatic music continues)

(Miles sobbing)

(Miles retching)

(Miles sobbing)

(dramatic music continues)

(birds chirping)

(Sammy sighing)

- You go first.

(gentle music)

(feet shuffling)

(Victor Laughing)

- Motherfucker.

(feet shuffling)

(bag thudding)

(bag clattering)

(gentle music continues)

♪ Running, running ♪

♪ You're running, running through my mind ♪

(car humming)

- [Miles] Hey, it's Miles.

Leave a message.

I'll get back to you if I'm not dead.

(phone beeping)

- Hey, Miles.

I really hope you make it.

(clicks tongue) Give us a call whenever you're ready.

(footsteps plodding)

(bag clattering)

Are you stealing the puzzle?

- You said it was your favorite.

No one will miss it.

- I mean, it's missing, like, 20 pieces.

- We'll do our best.

(feet shuffling)

(gentle music) (lips smacking)

(trunk clattering)

(gentle music continues)

♪ Ooh ♪

(car humming)

(upbeat music)

(door clattering)

♪ Been walking around ♪

(door clattering)

- [Hannah] Thank you for letting me take you.

- Thanks for taking me.

(seatbelt clattering)

♪ Doesn't feel like I belong ♪

♪ Trying to keep it alive ♪

♪ All this hunger inside ♪ (hand thudding)

♪ For a better confirmation ♪

(engine revving)

(door squeaking)

- Oh, I, uh, I brought some magazines.

- You don't have to do this. - Wasn't sure what you...

(gentle waiting room music)

Well, uh, James is with his dad all day,

so I'm here as long as you need me.

- I don't.

I don't need your magazines, and I don't need you here.

- Well, I'm not going anywhere.

- Don't do this.

- What is it that you think I'm doing?

- Don't pretend that I am not a burden.

We are not close enough for you to sit here,

give up your whole day while they pump me full of poison.

Is this, like, a guilt thing?

Did mom and dad put you up to it?

- I'm sorry?

- I don't get why you give up the time and energy

to something that doesn't affect you to someone

that doesn't even give a shit.

- You really think you're the only person affected by this?

- That's not exactly what I said, but yes.

(fist thudding) What was that?

Stop. Stop. (fist thudding)

Can you please stop?

- He's my brother.

He's an asshole.

- Not my business.

My sister's beat my ass before.

- What the fuck is wrong with you?

- You don't have to pretend anymore.

- I'm not pretending.

Who taught you

that accepting love and help was so hard?

(dramatic music)

You're allowed to let people care about you

even if you can't return the sentiment.

You're my best friend.

I'm not yours.

Since we were kids, it's always been that way.

That's okay.

If I haven't given up by now, I'm not going to.

You're an ass.

And you're also very sick.

(dramatic music continues)

You're allowed to be both of those things at once.

You're also allowed to be weak,

and you're allowed to ask for help,

and you are deserving of love.

(dramatic music continues)

People care about you, Miles, even at your worst.

Let them.

(Miles inhaling)

Accepting help is its own kind of strength.

(Miles scoffs)

- Instagram? - Instagram.

- Yeah. - Yeah.

(Hannah sniffs)

(dramatic music continues)

(Miles sighing)

- You deserve a better friend than me.

- You're the friend I want,

so get your shit together. (Miles laughing)

- McMahon.

(Miles sighing)

- Uh, I'm about to fuck up this cancer.

- Yeah, a good start.

(gentle music)

- Thank you.

I love you.

- Say it to me when you're in remission

so I know you mean it.

(gentle music continues)

(Hannah sobbing)

I'm sorry.

I'm okay.

Uh, "Maxi," it's plant-based recipes.

(footsteps plodding)

- Hey, are we in a rush?

- You tell me.

You're usually the one that has places to be.

- I just, uh, gotta make a quick call.

- Go ahead.

Meet me in there.

- Thank you.

(gentle music)

- [Victor] Hello, you've reached Victor Montoya.

I'm unable to come to the phone right now,

but please leave your name, number, and a brief message.

I'll return your call when I can.

(phone beeping)

(gentle music continues)

(Miles sighing) (hand thudding)

- Shit.

(gentle music continues)

- [Izzie] How are your friends?

- He doesn't have any friends.

- Your mom doesn't have any friends.

- I have friends.

- I know.

You told me on Friday you were meeting them.

So, how are they?

- They're fine, I guess.

- You guess.

Do they know?

- They didn't, but they do now.

- [Izzie] Hmm, must have been hard for them.

- It's cancer.

It's hard for everyone.

- You especially, right?

You know, Nick here must be the most popular kid in school.

- [Miles] Is that so?

- Mm-hmm, so many friends are sending him cards and flowers,

lotta cute girls, too, I'm told.

- Are we talking about the same Nick?

- Everybody loves Nick.

Hard on the outside, soft in the middle, right, buddy?

Like a lobster.

- Like a lobster.

(Izzie laughing)

- That's right.

Drink some water.

You're super dehydrated.

(Izzie clicking tongue)

(footsteps plodding)

(latch clicking)

- She was shielding her boobs from you the whole time.

Did you see?

- Did you tell her?

- The only time you ever stop playing Go Fish is

to flirt with her. - Solitaire.

- I remember.

I'm fucking with you.

I gotta keep you on your toes.

Dunno how many more of these I'm gonna see you at.

- You really think I'm gonna die?

- What? Uh, no.

That was just a, a, a weird joke.

- My mom and dad do.

They act scared all the time.

(Nick sighs)

You don't seem scared.

- I try not to be but sometimes.

I'm sure you know what it's like.

- Everybody at school talks about how strong I am.

Maybe they know something I don't.

- Sounds like your friends are stronger than you.

You and I don't get a choice, do we, kid?

We're stuck with this shit.

Our friends get to choose.

They get to decide if they're gonna stick around.

I'm sure a lot of your friends stick around,

even though they don't have to.

- Does this mean you're my friend now, too?

- Mm, maybe if you'd seen a boob, I'd consider it.

- Oh, yeah, I forgot you're old enough to be my grandpa

and also corny as hell.

You deal?

- Yeah. (gentle music)

I'm also not that old.

Okay, Go Fish?

- I said solitaire.

- Okay, teach me how to play it.

♪ Woke up this morning ♪ - I don't know how to deal.

- So, um.

♪ With the sunrise in my eyes ♪

- This?

Is it bad if we see the cards?

♪ Just like a new day ♪

♪ A breath of fresh air in my eyes ♪

♪ I dunno how, I dunno why ♪

♪ But I'll, I'll be toasting all my life ♪

♪ My boots and briefcase are waiting at the door ♪

♪ My ride is speeding to meet the one I love ♪

♪ I don't know how, I don't know why ♪

♪ But I'll, I'll be toasting all my life ♪

♪ Oh, oh, it's sweeter the first time around ♪

♪ Oh, oh, it's sweeter without hearing now ♪

♪ Oh, oh, it's sweeter the first time around ♪

♪ Oh, oh, it's sweeter without hearing now ♪

♪ I played the dice right ♪

♪ And let the good times roll ♪

♪ One me and one real ♪

♪ Forever, it's our show ♪

♪ I don't know how, I don't know why ♪

♪ But I'll, I'll be toasting all my life ♪