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Who's the special someone?

I'm sorry?

The special someone?

Who you're buying flowers for?

Oh.

Uh, it's, uh--

Do people still do this?

You know, like, buy flowers for other people? I feel like you--

It's like you don't see that too often anymore.

I think it's charming.

You actually have to walk into a store,

pick flowers out, and hand them to someone.

Uh, is there like a-- a, um...

uh, like a trade secret, maybe?

What's the occasion?

Yes, yes. Sorry. Uh, I'm listening. I'm thinking.

You know what? We're just gonna call him.

That's what we're gonna do. We're gonna call him right now.

Hail Mary. So just help me simplify the pitch, please.

Jesus, Roger. I said simple.

I'm only gonna have so much time before he starts yelling at me.

Okay. Yeah, that'll do, that'll do.

And then, uh, uh-- How much more time do we need?

Okay, so that's, uh...

You know what? Whatever.

I'm just gonna Willy Wonka it.

Willy Wonka. He makes fudge. He fudges. I'm gonna fu--

Doesn't matter. All right, look.

If you don't hear from me, I jumped.

All right, bye.

Call Henry Thompson.

Calling Henry Thompson dollar sign,

dollar sign, dollar sign.

Are you fucking--

Goddamn it. Fucking--

Hey, Henry. How are you, my friend?

Good, good, good. Hey, sorry for the late phone call,

but I had to share the good news the moment we got it.

The people over at Sleepy Baby, they just got in touch.

Yep. They reached out to us. Isn't that incredible?

Yeah, right? I'm almost embarrassed for them.

Right?

Yeah, man, so I, uh-- I think we're about ready to

get down to brass tacks and show them what we're made of.

Uh, the, uh-- the only other thing I can think of that

we need moving forward is just, uh, another 60 grand

so we can move to a native platform,

that way we can--

Yep. Yep.

Well, uh...

Yeah, uh, I hear you, but if we wanna come across

as technically superior, we'll need to--

Hey, how are you? Beautiful dog.

Henry, I hear you.

Mr. Thompson. Right.

Mr. Thompson, I understand your trepidation,

and I also--

I also understand that this is the third time

that we've asked for money. I get it. I-- I do.

I know we just seem like a bunch of kids

scraping together some code, but...

to me, it's a lot more than that.

The rest of the founders-- Roger, Erica--

see, they don't--

they don't have kids, right?

To them, this is just an opportunity

to make some real money, but for guys like you and I,

we know what it's like to roll out of bed

at 3:00 in the morning to soothe a restless baby.

Yes, sir. Yeah, a little girl.

She's three now. Yeah, yeah.

Takes after her mother, that's for sure.

Uh, her name is, uh...

It's Kia. Yeah. Yeah. And to me, this app,

it means a few extra hours of sleep every single night

for the both of us. And, look, I think I'm a half-decent dad,

but if I had this app when Kia was born,

I'd be a goddamn superhero to her.

And, yeah. Yeah, it's also an opportunity

to make an ass-load of money.

So what do you say, Mr. Thompson?

You ready to change the parenting game with us?

Mr. Thompson, you are a good man.

You are a very good man. Chef's kiss to you, sir.

Yep, yep. Myself and little Kia, we're never gonna forget this.

All right, I will see to it that this deal goes through.

All right? You have my word.

All righty then. Okay, talk to you soon. Bye-bye.

Yes, bitch. Yes!

Oh, come on. Daddy's little angel, huh?

-Shit. -I'm sorry, can I help you?

Oh, no, sorry, I didn't-- That just started going off.

-Are you Rebecca? -Yeah. Who the fuck are you?

Oh, I'm Nate. I'm, uh--

I'm your-- I'm your food.

Utensils are inside.

Maggie, hi. Hi. Sorry, I was, uh...

Whatever. What's up?

Can you hear me?

Maggie.

It's Dad.

Are you there?

Huh.

Hey, Siri?

Please set a timer for 15 minutes.

A timer has been set for 15 minutes.

Make that ten minutes, please.

No problem.

You ready, bud?

Fuck it.

What the hell is that?

What?

- Flowers? - Yes.

They're... flowers.

- Are they for me? - No.

No. I-- I brought them for the house.

Should've brought more, actually.

Place looks like shit.

What happened there?

Fell.

Doing yard work.

Hmm.

Yeah?

Yeah, yard looks pretty terrible.

Tell you what, if it looked like this when I still lived here,

it'd be my ass.

Did you get any signatures yet?

-What? -On your cast?

Still driving grandma's car.

All these years later. Pretty, uh--

pretty-- pretty sound investment, actually.

It wasn't an investment. It was a gift.

I know it was a gift.

God knows why she gave it to you.

She hated that car.

No, she didn't.

Burns oil too fast.

So. A whole year, huh?

That's a fucking secret.

My company's doing well.

We got about, uh...

uh, a little bit more than 300,000

invested into this thing.

Pretty close to sealing the deal, actually.

You know, the big one.

Kind of ironic, isn't it?

What?

That you're selling baby cribs to a town full of queers

who can't have babies.

You can't say "queers," Dad.

That's the term they prefer now, is it not?

-And we're not selling cribs. -What are you selling?

We're selling the intellectual property.

We're-- we're selling our idea

to one of our competitors called Sleepy Baby.

-Selling an idea? -Yep.

For how much?

A lot.

La-di-fucking-da.

Right. Isn't there supposed to be a nurse around or something?

She's around.

Cool. I'm gonna go find her.

- Good luck. - Thanks.

She's a bit of a cunt.

-Can you not? -What? She is.

She's rude.

And I'm dying.

So she's a cunt.

-Oh, fucking hell. -Fucking hell is right.

I was only thinking about killing myself

-before she showed up, but now-- -That's nice.

That's really-- really a sweet sentiment

to share with your son. Actually, you know what?

I'm just gonna do something while I'm here.

What? What are you-- What is it? What are you doing?

Oh, what the hell? Oh, no. No, put it back.

Just gonna hang on to this, just for a bit.

-Oh, come on. Grow the fuck up. -No, I'm gonna remove

the temptation, for Maggie's sake.

Nate. Nate! Nathan!

Put it back.

I-- I'm just gonna...

take this phone call.

Ah! Yes!

Hey-- Oh!

-Oh, shit. -Oh, my God. What are you doing?

What-- what am I-- What are you doing?

-Changing my clothes! -What, in here?

-Yes. -Why?

-Get out! Stop lingering. -I'm not. I'm-- I'm apologizing.

-I'm just so confused. -Get out!

Yeah. Sorry. Sorry, sorry, sorry.

Shit, shit. Sorry, sorry. The door does that

for some reason, it-- it bounces back open.

It's done that my whole life. I swear to God, we fixed it--

-Out! -Yeah. Sorry. Sorry.

Huh.

I am so sorry.

I had no idea that you'd be shirtless like that.

And to be honest with you, I was kind of seeing red,

so I didn't get a good look at anything.

So, you know what, just...

no need to be embarrassed.

Yeah. We should start over. I'm Nate.

-"No need to be embarrassed"? -Yeah, you know what, no need.

I'm not embarrassed. Are you embarrassed?

Me? No. No. But I just walked in on you

and you were only wearing a bra, so, you know, for most people,

that would be, you know, pretty embarrassing.

That was a joke. I'm sorry. I-- I do that.

I make jokes when I'm uncomfortable,

and it's something I'm working on and super aware of.

My sister always points it out. It's like,

I honestly will just keep talking until someone--

You and your sister need to fill these out as soon as possible.

Sure. Sure, yeah. Like it didn't happen.

That's-- that's less awkward.

If you have the time right now, that'd be great.

Uh, shoot. Actually, uh,

I have a call I have to be on shortly, so.

That's fine.

Wow, look at this shit.

Hey, if Gene kicks the bucket, do we get to keep what's left?

Okay. Great.

I will circle back in a bit

and we can, you know, talk about all the-- the stuff.

Well, I saw your name on the paperwork earlier,

so I'll just call you Amal, if that's okay with you?

Or-- or Mrs. Amal?

-Amal's fine. -Amal. Okay. Cool. Cool.

I-- I like that name a lot, actually.

What's, uh-- what's the heritage behind that?

Lebanese.

Lebanese. Oh, nice.

Yeah. Yeah. Paris of the Middle East.

I actually went to high school with a kid from Lebanon.

Oh, gee. You think I know him?

Oh, I hope not. He's a real piece of shit, that guy.

Must be something in the water here.

-You're funny, do you know that? -How so?

Well, for starters, you're about to dive into

a pre-noon TV dinner. That's pretty wild.

-It's for your dad. -And second...

you have this ability to have self control

while also having, like, you know, none whatsoever.

Like, you're stopping yourself from giving me the insults

I clearly deserve, but, uh,

you wear them all over your face still.

It's, uh-- I don't know. It's funny.

-It's hilarious. -Yeah, your lips, too.

Seriously, dude? Are you hitting on me right now?

What-- No. No.

Well, something's got your number,

because you seem to have quite a pep in your step,

considering the circumstances.

Must be the inheritance.

First off, I'm here for my sister, all right?

And second, not that he even has it anymore,

but I don't need any of Gene's money.

-I'm doing just fine on my own. -Oh, right. Baby cribs.

No. No, no, no. No. It's not-- it's not baby cribs.

-No? -I'm actually developing an app.

You know what? Doesn't matter. Doesn't matter.

I don't need to explain my presence to you.

God, you guys are so much alike.

You get that a lot?

Who?

You and your dad.

Hi, how are you?

Good, good. Happy to hear.

Yeah, this is Nate Ryan calling from Coo.

Coo? Like C-O-O, "coo"?

Coo, like the sound a baby makes. Coo.

Yes, yes, it's very clever, yes.

We're an app. We actually have the most advanced algorithm

in the smart crib sleep space.

We are Coo. This is what we do. "Coo," you know?

I was calling to see if Bobby's in today.

Still not in. Okay. No, that's okay.

Do you mind leaving him another message for me?

If it's possible, I would love to speak to

one of your superiors.

Is that a rude question?

Sure thing.

Hello?

Hello?

Fuck! Fuck! Come on.

The most advanced algorithm

in the smart crib sleep technology space.

It's really something you'll have to--

Fuck!

Ow!

Goddamn it.

Yeah, it doesn't really look like it's happening

for me today, but, uh,

you know, I do have an old college friend, Ben,

who I could reach out to.

It's kind of a shot in the dark, but...

Yeah. Yeah, maybe I'll give him a call tomorrow.

By the way, how's your dad?

Oh, my dad. Yeah, he's doing really well.

Yeah. Yeah, thanks for asking.

He's a fighter, you know? It's, uh...

it's great to kind of hang out and be there for him, you know?

Sure. Hey, I'll-- I'll talk to you later.

All right, bye.

Hey. What's, uh-- what's up?

Just checking on that paperwork.

Yeah, sorry. I totally spaced on it. I can do it right now.

You know you've been here an entire day

and haven't asked for a status check,

or how he's doing, or anything, really?

Oh.

How's he doing?

Hey, are we always gonna be tense like this,

or will we ever hit our stride with some professionalism?

Professionalism?

Well, my professionalism went out the laundry room window when

you walked in on me changing and made jokes about it.

I usually pride myself on it, but you know what?

I don't want it.

Your dad is in an incredible amount of pain.

His vision is declining

and the tumors in his head are only getting bigger,

so how is he doing?

He's doing really shitty.

And I know it might be easier to have less sympathy for him

because he declined treatment, but just...

show a little compassion.

Wait, he--

he declined treatment?

Goddamn it!

Shit.

Goddamn it. Jeez.

Yep, I'm still here.

What's-- what are you doing?

What's with the butter knife? What is this?

Trying to get this fucking tape out.

Tape? What year is it in here?

You're gonna electrocute yourself. Let me help you out.

No, you're not gonna know how to do it.

Yeah, you just gotta shake it loose. Ready? Here.

Stop! Stop, stop, you're gonna ruin the tape.

Yeah, I'm trying to, 'cause we have the Internet now. Dad.

Stop! Stop! Stop! Stop it!

-Leave! Just leave it! -Yeah, sorry. Yep.

Oh, my God.

It's like I'm a baby.

Come on, you coward.

-What? -Not you.

What the fuck is-- Goddamn.

Come on, come on. Pee for Papa.

Come on.

Fuck you too.

Why are you declining treatment? Is that advisable?

Don't tell your sister.

No. No, no, no, no. No. You can't--

you can't-- Don't-- don't ask me to do that.

It'll only sour your sister's trip. Good?

Her trip? I'm sorry, you think this is a trip for her?

Close the door on your way out.

Yeah, sorry, dude. I'm not lying for you.

My brother's gonna pay for this,

if you don't mind waiting, like, two more minutes. Thanks.

Oh, come on. Look at this outfit.

You're batting a thousand in those pants.

Oh, these old rags right here, huh?

Whoo!

You expect me to catch that?

And we're not doing that anymore.

- All right. - Okay. Hey, bro.

-It's good to see you. -Ahh! You scumbag.

Unreal.

-What? No. Oh, my God. Stop. -God.

-Really? Another one? No. -Nate, I'm coping.

Yeah, cope with alcohol like us healthy people.

Oh, yeah, real healthy. Look at your under-eye circles.

Don't touch me with your taxi fingers.

-Jesus Christ. -What's the matter with you?

-Oh, my God. -Where have you been? You said

you'd be here this morning. Between Dad and the nurse,

-I'm fuckin' dying over here. -Okay, well, JFK can literally

suck a bag of dicks, so.

-The president? -Yes, JFK the president

is the reason my flight was delayed.

-Oh. -And what's the deal

-with the nurse? -Oh, nothing. I just hear, uh,

glass breaking and car accidents at night when she's around.

Help a girl out.

-Me? I have to pay? -Yes.

Because I'm a poor, struggling college student.

-Who even takes taxis? -Oh, my God. I tried to Uber,

but they wouldn't take me to podunk-ass Bundy Canyon.

Oh, "podunk-ass"? Wow, those, uh,

NYU poetry classes aren't what they used to be, huh?

-How much? -75.

Thank you. Appreciate it.

Uh, I'm gonna go ahead and carry all these bags for you,

'cause I'm feeling like an extra good brother today.

Honestly, the best.

Here we go.

Oh, please, Nate. If you're gonna be a pussy about it,

-I'll just carry myself. -No, no, no, no. Please.

I ain't no podunk-ass pussy. All right, watch out.

-Okay. And here you go. -Let's do this.

Sure, why not? Load it up.

All right, here we go.

There's not a single edible thing in this fridge.

I don't know...

You okay?

Does he look bad?

Uh, well...

I mean, he looks, you know, sick, so.

I saw him a few months ago, and not a word about this.

So, like, does he go somewhere in for chemo,

or are there, like, machines inside?

Or, like, what am I in for?

Uh, you know, I actually--

I don't know the full details yet, so...

you should just ask him.

Oh, my God, Dad. The air in here is so thick.

Opening these.

You look good, kid.

Yeah, well, air travel is every girl's beauty secret.

You look like your mother. You're freaking me out.

And you remember, I think it was, uh--

it was Christmas morning.

I don't remember what day we gave it to you.

Wow, that's... silent.

Uh, bags. Where would you like 'em?

Thank you, bellboy. My bedroom.

Totally fine.

So when do you start treatment?

Or have you already?

Already started.

How are you feeling?

Real good.

-So, tell me... -Mm-hmm?

You still talking to that little Asian twerp you met in class?

No, Dad. I'm not still talking to him.

But thank you so much for reminding me right now.

-Well, good. Good. -Mm-hmm.

- Oh! - Oh, shit. Sorry.

Here, it-- There you are.

How'd those flowers work out?

I'm sorry?

For your dad?

Oh! Right, yeah.

Sorry, sorry. It-- it's been a rough couple of days since then.

That was this morning.

Uh...

Well, the flowers were...

a big hit, so thank you for your help. I appreciate it.

You don't remember me, do you?

No, I do. I do. Sorry.

It's just been a long day, obviously, and--

No, like, you don't remember who I am.

I'm Maggie's friend?

Rachel?

What, like Rachel-- Rachel Sailor, Rachel?

Oh, my God. I-- I didn't--

You're, like, a-- a girl.

An-- an adult gal. Lady. Woman.

Actually, after you left earlier,

I sort of kicked myself for not telling you who I was.

I don't-- I don't know why I got so nervous.

- Shit. - Well, I guess

I do know why, but, um...

Okay. Well, I'm glad the flowers were a hit.

Yeah. Thank you. I'll, uh-- I'll be sure to

remember you for all my future, you know, floral necessities.

Yeah. Okay.

-Nice to see you. -Yeah, you too. All right.

-See ya. -Bye.

Don't you love that?

-Yikes. Oh, my God. -That small town thing

where you see someone you know everywhere you go?

Uh, actually, no.

I change coffee shops all the time for that reason.

Bye, Nate.

Don't forget:

floral necessities.

I'm your girl.

What did she say?

Floral necessities?

Mmm.

Floral.

Right.

Why would, uh--

why would someone refuse treatment?

Why would someone, or why would Gene?

He's handling it well.

Considering the condition he's in, it's pretty impressive.

Impressive? Oh, yeah, sure.

Hiding a year-long battle with cancer from your children

and having hospice call them up to drop the bomb,

that's, uh-- Yeah, that-- that's impressive.

What? What did I say?

You know, I just met the both of you,

but so far, I would much rather hang out with your dad.

Okay, now you're just saying crazy shit.

-You-- -What did I say?

Everything! All of it. You have zero sense of awareness.

-But we just met! -You just ooze entitlement,

-and it's driving me crazy! -I'm entitled? Is that why

you've been giving me a therapeutic berating all day?

Well, I thought maybe you were, like, a cry for help

kind of guy, but really, I think you are just a moody man boy.

Oh, my God. Are you like this with everybody, or is this

-just, like, a me thing? -Like what?

Well, I don't know. Like a bitch.

-Ow! What the fuck? -You never say that to a woman.

You're causing a scene, you maniac!

Ask your dad why he didn't go through treatment. Don't ask me!

I did ask him. You know what he said to me?

"Don't tell your sister." That's your pal Gene.

You know what? Fine.

Go outside on your phone all day.

Talk business. Talk algorithms.

Keep ignoring your dad and see if I give a shit. Okay?

I think you do give a shit!

What is happening right now? Do I have to clean this up?

Hey, how are you?

Gotta fucking clean this up. Fucking bullshit.

Yep. That's about right.

Oh, jeez.

It's fine. We got our wires crossed.

She hit me with a bag of chips.

Jesus. Oh, my God. What a bitch.

Right? That's what I sai-- Well...

No, you shouldn't say that. That's not very nice.

But you know what? She apologized.

She gave me a ride home. So, you know, we're on good terms.

I have to tell you something.

What?

I was planning on keeping it to myself,

but I already feel sick not telling you about it.

What about?

About the chemo stuff?

No, about the house.

What chemo stuff?

I--

Good terms, huh?

-Why are you hiding? -'Cause I'm a child, Maggie.

-Okay? Now come hide with me. -No.

-Hiding in the pool toys? -Yeah.

Ah, there she is!

Found it.

Okay, not great terms.

He's selling it.

The house. He told me earlier.

Shit. Uh...

God, you're doing everything you can to suffer from smiling.

I'm not smiling. I have no reason to smile at that.

Okay, now I'm smiling, 'cause I know

it's a terrible time to smile and my body hates me.

But I'm not finding joy in any of this. I'm not happy.

I know you're not happy, but you're not sad.

I'm sorry. What did you expect to happen with the house?

Were you hoping to keep this as, like, a summer hangout?

No, I was expecting to have my dad

for another 20 to 30 years up until three days ago.

I now have to say goodbye to him and my childhood home

just like that, Nate.

It fucking sucks.

You know, you've been gone a lot longer than I have.

This is still my home.

Oh.

Sorry, I was--

I just have some clothes in the dryer. I'm gonna...

Uh, hey, I-- I shouldn't have...

uh, said that.

Uh, last night, when-- when, uh--

when we left the grocery store, I--

You know, I said, uh-- I-- I said "bitch."

And I said at you. I-- I--

Okay.

-Oklahoma, huh? -Hmm?

I saw the license plate on your car.

Is that where you grew up?

-Yeah. -What part?

The part with busy people who have jobs to do.

I love that part.

Yeah. Panhandle!

Go Thunder.

Hold on, hold on!

- Okay! - Not so fast.

Okay. Just hold on a second.

Wow. This is what you look like in the light of day, Mr. Ryan.

Good morning to you too.

So, what's on the menu for today?

Let me guess. TV dinner?

I-- I don't think that the frozen dinners

are what he should be eating right now. Right?

Like, they're packed with salt and shit.

Oh, yeah, but that's usually all he wants to eat, so--

But I googled a list of foods

that you should eat during chemotherapy.

You know what's at the top of the list, Dad?

-Oatmeal. -Ugh.

Apparently it's good for your bowels.

-No. -Second on the list is eggs.

-Ugh! -An easy, healthy breakfast.

Nate, can you help me with the eggs?

They freak me out. I'm not doing it.

- Sure. - Thank you.

When's his next session, Amal?

-His next session? -Yes. For chemo.

Oh. Um...

You know what?

Maybe Dad knows the answer to that.

Dad?

Mmm, uh...

Uh...

I don't know. Ask the girl.

What?

- Really? - What?

Fuck your eggs, dude.

What?

I told you, I'm not gonna lie for you.

Lie about what?

He's not doing chemo, Maggie. He's not doing any treatment.

Oh, my God. Nate, just stop. Just stop.

That's not--

that's not right.

Right? That's not...

Sorry, kid.

I'm-- I'm-- I'm sorry, kid. I just...

Oh, God.

I-- I can-- I--

No.

I'm sorry.

Then, um-- um...

Then why the fuck are you here?

-I'm sorry? -Why are you here?

To dole out an occasional Tylenol for him?

No, I understand that you're caught off-guard--

No, aren't you supposed to be here

to make sure he gets better?

I'm here to make sure he's comfortable.

Comfortable? Holy shit.

See, I was under the impression that you were a real nurse.

I was under the impression you knew what "hospice" meant.

Well, I was under the impression that you actually knew

- how to do your job! - Maggie, Maggie, Maggie!

She's not the one that's been lying to you.

Yes, you're right, Nate. You've been lying to me!

You know, this whole time,

I thought this was gonna be a "we" thing,

that we were doing this together, but no!

It's a fucking Nate thing!

What a dumbass I am, huh?

Funny.

Enjoy your fuckin' eggs.

You little fuckin' coward.

Get me out of here.

- Okay. Okay. - Take me up there.

I wanna get the fuck out of here now.

No, you know-- Forget it. I shouldn't have said anything.

I'm dumb. I'm dumb. They're just projections. They--

I'm dumb. Don't listen to me.

Drinks?

Yes. Yes, I would love to.

I'll tell you what. Bring your girlfriend.

I'd love to talk shop with her.

Yes.

Hey, Ben, uh,

I'm actually out of town on business this week,

but what do you say we do something next week

the moment I get back? Yeah?

All right, buddy, sounds good.

Okay.

Yes!

Yes!

What are you getting paid for? Hold me up a little bit.

We'll just go to the end of the driveway.

Just like that, huh?

Bring back any memories?

Can you stop?

It's a sad trick. Maggie.

That wasn't something you should hear from me.

Yeah, yet you stood by knowing I wasn't hearing it from him.

See? The walker's not so bad, right, Mr. Ryan?

If you don't mind looking like an invalid retard,

- it's wonderful. - Jesus.

Here, I got him.

-No, it's okay, I got him. -No, it's-- it's okay.

Well, somebody get me. Somebody get me

-between the two of you. -Yep. Okay. Yep.

- Hold on to me. - Yep.

Everyone's got their heads

up their fucking asses around here.

You know, Dad, I was doing a little more research

on stage four treatments.

Margaret, I don't wanna hear it.

Okay, well, I literally have your oxygen supply,

so, uh, too fucking bad.

I'm not gonna have my head cracked open

so some lab coat can drop a poison wafer in my brain.

There are other treatments than that, Dad.

But if you're gonna continue to be an ass about it,

maybe we squash your plan to sell the house. All right?

You're not gonna be around to stop us then, so.

Are you out of your mind?

Oklahoma to Bundy Canyon.

Seems like a bit of a lateral leap.

What brought you out here?

-The crystal meth. -Mmm!

-It is the best. -Mm-hmm.

Do you live nearby?

You know, I'm actually on the clock right now, so.

-Right. Yep. Sorry. -Perfect. Thank you.

Scorpio?

-Virgo. -Oh, no shit.

So is Gene.

Oh! Wow. You gonna throw us a pool party?

Gene doesn't swim.

Doesn't swim, or doesn't know how?

I don't know. I never thought to ask.

You doing okay up there, Mr. Ryan?

It's pretty bright. You want your sunglasses?

-No, he's fine. -No, I'd like the sunglasses.

We can go in the shade. You want my sunglasses?

-Yeah, I'd like the sunglasses. -You can take mine. All right?

You want a coat or anything?

No. It's 90 degrees. He doesn't need a coat.

Are you expecting a friend, Dad?

I don't have friends.

Bubby?

- Duffy? - Oh.

What? Yo, what's going on?

Oh, man. Oh, he's home.

-Wow. -What are you doing here?

I didn't know you be in town, bro.

- Yeah, yeah. - You look good, bro.

Thanks, man. But, uh, Gene, he's sick, so, you know,

I'm-- I'm-- I'm back for him.

Yeah, yeah, he-- he told me. Hey, Mr. Ryan. How are you?

Dying.

Just like they say. We all are.

Very cool sunglasses, though. Hey, Mags.

Hey, Duffy.

Hey, nurse?

Uh, when-- when did he tell you that?

Uh, when he-- when he tell me that-- that he was sick--

Oh, uh...

I-- I borrowed something for him the other day, but--

Hey, yo, what are you doing tonight, bro? Let's hit up

and go for a skate or something, bro.

Fun, they'll literally cream when they see you, bro.

-Cream! -Uh, yeah, yeah, yeah.

What time is it? We got plenty of time, bro. Come on.

As moist as that offer sounds, I think, uh, you know,

it's-- it's a bad time with the whole Dad dying thing, you know?

Christ, don't use me as an excuse.

No. Didn't know you could hear that. Uh...

I mean, also, dude, it-- it's a-- it's a bad night.

I got work stuff I got to do. I got emails.

Work, bro. Not today. Come on, bro. You can--

You can sell twice as many baby cribs tomorrow.

I don't-- I don't sell cribs. Is that-- what, why-- why?

I thought you sold baby cribs.

-No. -It's not--

No. Okay, I'll tell you what.

How about we just-- you wanna hang out

here tonight, for old time's sake?

What? What are you doing?

What-- what is this? What are you doing?

-No, I don't like it. -Oh!

-Duffy. No. No. -I don't know how this

-got in my car, but-- -You just happen to have it?

-Somebody's gotta drink it, huh? -No, Duffy, put it back.

Put it back. No. No.

-We are grown-ups -You know you want some.

Wait, wait. Don't light it yet!

Hang on--

-Yeah, I guess. -Hey, you know

those asshole neighbors are gonna call the cops?

-I'll talk to them. -Oh, will you?

You know, you got some ash right there. Oh, wait.

No, it's a mustache, I guess.

Oh, you talking about this thick-ass mustache?

Mm-hmm.

[Oh. Oh, oh, oh!

What the hell? Hey!

She's not a little girl anymore, D. Oh, my gosh.

Just do it, Mags. Just come hang out with us.

Everyone deserves one night off.

Oh, yes. Says the guy with beer in one hand

and his work phone in the other.

Hey, um, I decided I deserve a break.

You know, you're welcome to join.

Thanks, but I'll sit this one out.

Yeah, I'd say your loss, but...

Wait, wait, wait, wait. Here!

Hey, what did you borrow from Gene?

Huh?

You said you'd borrowed something from him earlier.

Like, a table saw. Yeah.

Where you going?

Getting the nurse.

What? No. Duffy, don't. She doesn't wanna hang out with us.

I already tried. She clearly doesn't like us.

Duff, leave her. She doesn't want to.

Ah. Yes, she does.

Duffy! Duff.

What?

What you munching on?

That is a mobile meal.

You can eat that out by the fire with us. Come on.

No. No, thanks. I'm on the clock.

Okay. Well, when are you off?

When Mr. Ryan goes to sleep.

Why is he still awake at this hour? The man's sick.

It's 7:30.

What? It's only 7:30?

-Remind me your name again. -Seriously?

I'm sorry. I'm-- I'm like, horrible with names.

I don't wanna say Annie, but...

That sounds too white.

Uh, or Amanda? Your name's not Amanda.

-It's, like... -Amal.

-Amal? Amal. -Mm-hmm.

Lebanese. Like the kid I went to high school with.

Yes. You mentioned that the first few times we met.

Oh, yeah. Yeah. Um...

I was gonna tell you earlier, but, uh, maybe don't tell Nate

that I've been by a few times?

It's, uh... it's a long story.

-Yeah, sure. -Thanks.

But I'm still not gonna sit around the fire

and chat it up with you guys.

Don't flatter yourself, sunshine.

You're a lot young for me.

I'm 30.

I know.

Okay.

Tell you what.

-No. No way. -Yes way.

I'm almost positive I don't remember it.

I'm almost positive that you do.

We don't even have the right music, or--

The music is in you, Bubby.

What is it, exactly?

That's why she's here, Bubby. Don't disappoint.

Sorry, fool's errand. Sorry, Amal. They wasted your time.

-He's full of shit. -You're full of shit.

Tell him, Mags. Tell him.

Do you want a drink or something?

-You, in the middle? -I'm good.

Don't fuck it up!

Go, Bubby!

Yes!

360!

Here, come on.

Wait, wait. Trust me.

- Yes, yes. -Just like this?

Oh, man. He's always had a thing for older women.

Always. He asked our English teacher

-to the 8th grade winter formal. -Oh, God.

And you know what? She thought about it for

a moment too long, perhaps.

So how far back do you guys go?

Hmm. Grade school.

Very deep guy, believe it or not.

Been through some shit, but always has a good time,

and lives for everyone else to have a good time. Truly.

Okay. And the routine?

Uh, my mom put me in ballet

for, like, a year when I was a kid.

Thought it'd be good for me.

And these two clowns never let me live it down.

Why only a year?

My dad.

Do you miss this place at all?

Uh, no, not really.

It'd be so cool to grow up here.

The house, the property, the pool.

I would have killed for this.

Mm, not a big swimmer.

None of us are, actually. The whole Ryan lineage.

Historically speaking, we don't swim.

Why even build a pool, then?

What, are you kidding me? That's...

That's the Ryan construction showroom right there.

I mean, this whole place, it's-- it's just--

It's a business card,

This house is just the Ryan construction crown jewel.

So it's just for show?

One time, I, uh....

I slipped on the tile back there by the pool. Broke my wrists.

I sat in the backseat of my dad's truck for 40 minutes,

soaking wet, holding my wrist, while he went around

and checked all the tile and grout for cracks.

Duffy was there, actually. He-- he sat with me.

Why are you here?

What do you mean?

Well, if you hate this all so much, why are you here?

Mm, my sister asked me to be?

What?

You're helpless.

I'm helpless?

Yeah, I don't know why I keep trying.

Me neither. But I think it's nice that you're trying.

Oh, you think it's nice? Isn't that charming? How sweet.

How sweet. Jesus Christ.

Your fuse is so short. Do you know that?

Why? Because I said how sweet?

You want me to be sweet? I could be sweet with you.

I think you're very attractive. How about that?

Well, I think--

I find myself very drawn to you, is what I mean.

Short fuse and all.

Lose your way in the snow?

Christine.

Christine!

Woah, woah, woah. Hey, hey.

Oh. Your whole -- oh!

You go away.

-Go. Go! Go away. -Woah. What? What? What?

Oh, God.

Fuck. Okay. Okay.

Just , okay?

Okay, come on.

Yeah, yeah. Yeah, okay. Okay, okay. Okay.

Okay, it's okay. Okay.

I'm gonna haunt you.

Oh, you're a fucking whore.

Why?

Why?

He may have had a seizure.

But it's hard to say without being there immediately after.

What do you mean by may have?

Well, if he seemed confused and was calling

out for your mother like that, then tomorrow is not guaranteed.

That's why you guys are here, for nights like that.

And to have a goodbye, while he can still reciprocate it.

Fuck! God damn--

Do you need help?

Uh...

I need a grocery bag.

Nice.

Let me take your glass. I'll take your glass.

Are you ready, Dad?

All right. Ready? Here, give me your hands.

We'll just take it one step at a time. Ready?

One step. Here we go. I got you. I got you. Oh.

You okay? One more. Here we go.

-Let's party, huh? -Mm-hmm.

Take it one step at a time.

All right? Now, I got you.

All right. I-- okay.

You good? Okay.

-Okay. -Mm-hmm.

-Yes. -Mm.

All right. Here we go. You ready?

Mm. Woo.

Woah. Yeah!

-Ooh, ooh! Hey. Oh. Wait. -Woah, Dad. Woah.

-Wait. Hey! -Hey.

-Hey. No. No! -Dad. I got you, Dad.

I got you, Dad. You're okay. You're okay, you're okay.

-Oh. Oh. Oh. -You're okay?

You guys all right?

Yeah. Yeah, yeah, yeah. We're good.

Oh, I see.

It's a show.

A show.

So you can fuck the Arab.

I hear they're submissive.

I should have gotten me one, huh?

Nate. Nate, what are you doing?

-What are you-- -Hey.

-Woah, woah, woah, woah. -Nate, what the fuck?

Nathan. You stood on the-- Nathan. Help me!

- Nate! - Help me. Help me.

Okay. Okay, wow. Come on, chum.

What happened? Nate? What the fuck happened?

No, I'm just. I'm-- I'm-- I'm--

I'm good. It doesn't matter. I'm good.

I swear, I'm good. I'm so good!

To be totally honest, I'm just glad

the bathing suit stayed on through the struggle.

I just wanna go home.

Why did you leave Oklahoma?

I just needed a change.

So you chose this armpit of a city?

What is Bundy Canyon offering you that Oklahoma wasn't?

It's just better for me. How?

How?

It just is.

How?

My parents are just very conservative.

Like, uh....

Like, like politically speaking?

Like, religiously. They're very, just...

By the book, which is great.

I think there's something beautiful about that. But...

It's really complicated,

when you come from a place like my parents did.

Lebanon is small and struggling.

But there's also so much pride and passion

baked into our culture.

Now, I-- With that comes

certain pressures and expectations, and I...

It's just like religion and tradition in

such a tight grasp, like,

that sometimes felt more like weapons than tools.

The women in my family have never really had

the reins to their own lives.

Worked for some of them, I guess, but...

I don't know. I think I was born with

something different in my bones, you know? I just--

I knew I was always going to disappoint them.

There was no two ways about it. It was constant warfare.

I don't know how I feel about God, but...

She certainly didn't make me passive.

So I questioned and I pushed back. And that just wasn't--

Eventually, the loud arguments got quiet,

and that wasn't doing anyone any good.

So one morning, I...

woke my brother up, I told him I loved him, and I left.

Do you guys still talk? You and your parents?

No.

I'll tell you one thing, though.

All of that aside, I fucking love being Lebanese.

Sounds really nice, when you say it.

But for whatever reason, whenever I go around town

saying how much I fucking love being white...

-People just shit on-- -Oh, my God. No.

Stop. No, spare us, please.

God.

I deliver food.

What?

Like, through a delivery service?

That's, uh, that's how I make money.

-What about your app? -It's not worth anything.

Not yet. Not until we sell it. All my partners, they're all--

they're all just a bunch of trust fund kids.

And I'm broke as fuck.

And I'm a food delivery boy. Goddamn.

I just miss the days when all I'd do is

eat cereal and go skating and fall.

Fall?

Oh, yeah, I used to fall and eat shit all the time.

Just get back up and keep skating.

Now, trip going up some stairs.

And that's all I talk about for the next week.

Mm. And you miss falling down?

Oh, yeah. Don't you remember being a kid?

You always had scraped knees and, like, holes in your--

You maniac. I was having a moment with myself.

I'm sorry. I wanted to reconnect you with your childhood self.

God, I think I stepped on a snail.

You know, you're actually not the worst person I've ever met.

Hmm. Was I in contention for that?

-Yeah. A fucking shoo-in. -Oh, wow.

I love being a front runner.

Hey!

Mr. Ryan.

Okay, it's okay. Mr. Ryan, can you hear me? Gene.

Nate, call an ambulance.

-Should we? -No.

-But-- -We can't.

Oh.

Ah, Sadie, that was awesome. Nice job.

It's a funeral, Nate.

Oh, I'm so sorry, you two.

Your father was a great man. Salt of the earth.

Thank you, and Victoria, for your kind words.

We appreciate it. And you are his favorite of his sisters.

Oh!

-Honey. -Oh, fuck.

I think you guys need some more wine.

Let me get that for you.

- Thank you. - What the fu--

Was she standing there the whole time?

I'm so sorry, kids. Your father was such a...

- ...a gentle soul. - Thank you.

- Yes. - We appreciate it.

Gentle?

- Hello? - Oh, God help us.

Thank you all for coming to my brother's funeral today.

After talking with some of you, uh...

I'm really starting to get the sense

that Gene had a mission in life.

To inspire.

And I'd also like to take this opportunity to pass

the mic to Gene's eldest, Nathan, so that he can

say something on my brother's behalf. Nate.

Oh...

-Go. -Okay.

Sorry. Sorry. Yep. Thank--

Yeah. Oh, yeah. Thank you.

Uh, hello, everyone. Um...

I would also like to thank you all,

for, uh-- for, for-- you know, being here with us.

Uh...

Hmm. It-- It's hard being sentimental about the, uh--

The least sentimental person that I know.

Yeah. Okay.

What can you say about Gene Ryan, right?

You know, gentle soul?

Well, actually, there-- there was this one time where, uh,

you know, my mom, she had the movers here

packing up all of her stuff, right?

-Nate? -No, no, this is a good one.

You guys are gonna like it.

We had a family dog, you know?

And-- and the movers, on this day, they--

they left the gate open, and the dog, Roxy, she got out.

And she was quick, Roxy.

She was-- she was very sweet,

but she was playful, and it made it very hard

to get your hands on her.

And needless to say, it was already a day for Gene.

But watching him struggle

to get the dog back into the yard was... comedy.

And the funniest part was when he finally

got her back into the yard, he...

She, uh, she got out again,

And, uh, she ran, and she hopped into

the back of my mom's car, and...

I guess she chose her side in the divorce, right?

But, uh, hey, no need to choose sides now.

Cheers to Gene, huh?

Oh, I'm sorry.

-Hiding? -Yeah.

Yeah.

That story was... fun?

Yeah.

Never seen you in normal clothes.

You look very nice.

Thank you.

Unfortunately, my funeral dress stays

in pretty high rotation.

Um, I don't know if I've officially

said this yet, with everything going on, but...

I'm sorry.

Thanks.

I-- I know your relationship with him was...

complicated, but it's still a sudden loss in your life.

He beat her.

The dog, that day. He, uh, he-- He beat the shit out of her.

He didn't know. But, uh, I watched from the window.

It makes sense, you know, and he had to find

someone else to hit now. So...

Ooh. Um...

Ozzy, close the door.

Ozzy. Close it. Close it.

-Um, no. -No, no, no, no, buddy. No.

Go-- go play somewhere else. Yep, yep.

Oh, my God.

Stupid--

God!

-Thank you for coming. -Hey, thank you.

Good to see you. Yep. Yeah, you, too. Thank you.

Disgraceful.

Yeah, Don't worry about her. She's just, uh...

- Sorry for your-- - Um. Hey. Hello.

-Thanks for coming. -Good to see you.

-Thank you. -Thanks so much.

Uh, you don't deserve to be talked to that way.

-Yeah, totally. -Yeah, I mean,

I think we should-- Hello. Hi. Yep.

Thank you. Thank you. Appreciate it.

Thank you for coming.

Thank you for the flowers, Rach.

- They looked great. - Nate, I have--

Something's been on my mind for a while now.

So, here it goes. Um, the moment

you walked into my flower section, I had this...

Oh, Rachel, no. No, no, no.

...gut feeling that--

Clearly Nate is more preoccupied with smashing parts

with random caregivers and ruining our dad's funeral, so...

Okay, Dude, can you be a little bit more helpful right now?

-Me? -Please? Yeah, you.

-Thank you so much. -Hey, thank you.

It's good to see you. Thanks for stopping by.

What do you need help with? Getting your girlfriend back?

Okay, let's just not right now.

-How about that? -What are you-- oh, shit.

What are you guys doing outside?

Yo, yo, yo. Yo. Where's-- where's everyone gone?

You missed it, Duffy.

I'll take this. Thank you.

Oh, it-- it's a chocolate set.

Nate, why don't you just laugh about it, okay?

It's insane, and there's nothing you can

do about it, so just laugh.

Cause it's not funny, Maggie.

I know it's not funny.

Would you rather me be mad at you?

Yes, please be mad at me.

-Please be mad at me. -I am mad at you, okay?

You've been nothing but a gigantic piece of shit

this entire time. I'm so fucking mad at you.

Okay.

You know, Nate, we had a deal.

We were gonna stay with Dad, because he was the one

getting left, and then all of a sudden, you just change

your mind, and you bail on me

and then fall off the face of the earth.

I did not bail on you, Maggie.

I asked you to go with me and Mom.

I begged you to go, but you insisted on staying with Dad.

I just need to say something.

Oh, my God, Rachel.

Nate, I love you. I've been in love with you since I was eight.

There were other things happening, Maggie.

Things that you didn't know about.

Oh, fuck your other things, Nate.

For exactly half of my life, you've been living it

for yourself, and I'm tired of it.

Then why did you fucking have me come?

I don't know. I don't know what I was thinking.

Clearly it was a mistake, okay? You know what?

Maybe I should just give you what you want, right?

Maybe I should just leave you alone. How about that?

Yeah. Yeah, that's fucking great.

Get the fuck out of here, Maggie.

Nate. Nate. Nate, come on.

No, no, no, no. You-- you--

You've got to just fucking stop inserting yourself, dude.

-Inserting myself? -Oh, yeah, yeah.

No, I know all about it. Dude, Duffy money truck?

Huh? Yeah. No, I know about Duffy money truck.

-I saw Duffy money truck. -What is--

-What is Duffy money truck? -I don't--

-I don't know what that is. -Yeah, I don't know.

I don't know. Tell me. Tell me. What is it?

-What is Duffy money truck, huh? -I don't know.

What, you stop by

and you borrow shit from my dad now? Really?

What, is he selling you the work truck now?

Is that what's going on?

Is he gonna sell you the fucking business?

Okay, yes. Yes, I did stop by and see him, okay?

I'm building a business, and he's a good businessman.

I would have come to you and asked you,

but, like, where have you been, bro?

Like-- like, you haven't been here, Nate.

And, yeah, he lent me some money to fix my truck,

so I cut the grass for him and cleaned the pool

because he couldn't even fucking walk!

Fuck!

Everyone get the fuck out.

Bubby. Come on, man.

On a day like this? I mean...

Get out!

Whoa!

["(It Won't Be Long) And I'll Be Hating You"

by Johnny Paycheck plays]

Should I be concerned?

Wanna help a girl out?

It's the same guy?

Sure he's an actual cab driver?

Sir, nice to see you again.

What are you doing?

Burying Dad.

Huh.

Right on.

It's quiet now.

The house.

I don't like it, Dad.

Can't believe I'm saying this,

but I'm going to miss you whistling

that same Christmas song every damn day.

You know, I got away with so much stuff because

I could hear that song coming from a mile away.

Life was bad to you.

You were good to me.

And I understood the weight behind that.

I'm happy to be cut from your cloth, Dad.

Bye, Dad.

-You quit? -Mm-hmm.

Just now.

Via email. Like a real man.

Honestly, my business partners, Roger and Erica,

they're gonna be-- they'll be...

better off, actually.

Oh, no.

-What? -Uh...

I got fired.

Wait, what?

Yeah, I, uh, got the call this morning.

I'm sorry. That's--

That's insane. That's insane.

I'm gonna call them and tell them it was me that came on.

-Honestly, it was probably-- -It's fine.

-Hey, hey, hey, hey. -Fucking Aunt Victoria.

It's fine.

It's fine. Truly.

I think I need to go home.

I think that's a great idea.

Breathing in and out,

being kind to ourselves today.

How long's the drive?

About 20 hours, high speed.

Jeez.

Yeah.

You could stop at Mount Rushmore on your way.

Might be fun.

You're not very good at geography, are you?

Mall of America?

Statue of Liberty?

Oh, right. Thanks.

So, you gonna take the offer and sell this place?

I don't know.

I guess I'll, uh, talk to Maggie,

see what she thinks.

You gonna go back to San Francisco?

I really want a dog.

You should definitely get a dog.

You smile with your eyes, you know that?

It's pretty dumb.

-It's dumb? -Yeah. I hate it.

Glad you're leaving.

Good luck out there.

Thanks.

Keep me in your white boy prayers.

I will.

If you do find your way back to Bundy Canyon,

feel free to, you know...

call me or something.

Do you like me or something?

Yeah, something.

Ah...