Okay, let's go, then!
Are you packed?
Don't forget the dog, honey.
Michael?
Don't forget the dog, honey.
How are you feeling?
He's not in the car, is he?
Why is he talking about a dog?
What dog?
We had a dog in Boulder.
What is this?
We're in the hospital.
You're sick, remember?
But you're gonna be just fine.
Rita, lying to him doesn't help anybody but you.
Stop it.
Nurse! - It's okay to let go.
Nurse!
I'm gonna beat it.
But maybe you can't.
You don't have to.
Why would you say that?
I don't want you to be scared.
I don't want to die.
I'm not gonna die.
That's just your body. It's not you.
That's bullshit, Eileen.
Excuse me.
Here you go.
We're going to increase your morphine,
alright, Mr. Piper?
Do you see?
Rita?
Above his head?
The light?
He's a good boy, he's a good boy.
Better hurry up, we've got Mrs. Piper at 8:30.
Yeah, I'll be right there.
Whatcha doin', Dave?
Downloading some pics from mansluts.com?
"Living with AVM."
Great, Dave, thanks.
I just thought we should have all the information.
Well, I have all the information.
I don't think you do.
If you don't get this treated,
you could have seizures with muscular twitching,
loss of verbal skills...
You could even have some kind of hemorrhage, at some point.
Or I could be in the wrong airplane, at some point.
Or so could you.
Alright? C'mon.
The parliament.
It's very elegant.
Yes.
I like it.
But Michael thinks it's tacky.
That's the Cleveland.
It's a more affordable choice,
but as you can see, it's not quite as...
gracious.
Really, no?
But it's just so, sort of, self-effacing...
But why?
Mrs. Piper?
I'm sorry, can you excuse me for a moment?
I can't carry on two conversations at once.
It's exactly like that horrible IKEA couch
your mother bought us!
Michael claims to love this one.
In my opinion, he's just trying to do
what he thinks his mother wants.
Which is typical, really.
Fine, deny it, why change now?
Would you like to sit down for a minute?
Oh, I'm fine.
It's just, Michael's here.
He didn't want to deal with any of this stuff
when he was alive.
You know, the funeral.
Now he's very opinionated.
Huh.
I'm a psychic, so, you know...
Wow.
That must be very interesting for you.
It's just more information.
This room has a lot of pain in it.
Well...
Yes.
You have a lot in your mind.
On your mind, I mean.
Don't you?
Yeah, I guess so.
Don't worry.
It's okay, alright?
It's all gonna be okay.
Uh, thanks.
Well, okay, honey.
If it's what you want.
It's your funeral.
Look, she gave me her card.
"Spiritual consultation and past life regression".
Oh, for God's sake, who does this?
Who spends $100 to be told they were once Eleanor of Aquitaine?
Or whoever, the Marquis de Sade.
So, what do you think happens after we die?
- Heaven? - Or hell.
- Really? - Well, yeah.
Yeah, but with like angels and devils
or brimstone, or whatever?
I don't know what it looks like, or who else is there,
but yes, I do believe there are consequences
for the way we live our lives.
Huh.
You know, sometimes I kind of feel like...
Dad's around.
Do you, ever?
Nope.
You know, we have
the independent funeral directors lunch today, right?
Man, why do I have to go?
That's your thing.
It's your thing too now. These are your colleagues.
It's important to know who they are.
I know who they are.
I met them in Vegas, they're freaks.
They're not freaks.
Nobody likes the Brazil nuts, David.
Not the local guys.
Oh yeah, I'm sure the L.A. morticians
are a lot more fun than the guys from Montana.
You're an L.A. mortician now, Nate, this is your community.
You know, it's polite for the first person downstairs
to make the coffee.
Even if that person has a penis.
Well, you know, it's also polite for the first person
who uses the bathroom to spend less than 45 minutes in there,
even if that person has a vulva.
Oh, goodness, everyone's here.
With all their genitalia.
Excuse me?
Mom, would you like some toast?
No, thanks, I have to be in the Valley by 10:30.
What's in the Valley?
I'm going to a seminar.
What seminar?
Oh, something Robbie invited me to.
The Plan?
Isn't that, like, a cult?
No, it's one of those self-actualization things
from the 70s where they yell at you for 12 hours
and don't let you go to the bathroom.
Oh no, really?
Should I bring some kind of jar?
A jar?
I suppose that's not much of a solution.
Oh, and you're on your own for dinner.
I won't be back until after midnight.
The thought of mom being self-actualized
is kind of making me nauseous.
You sure it's not the thought of mom pissing into a jar?
So, Tahira, why can't you forgive your father?
When I was 16, he had a dream that I had given myself to a man
who was not the husband I had been promised to.
For that, he set me on fire.
I was able to save myself,
but I had to leave the country, so he would not kill me.
And always...
I will have the scars from this.
That's horrible.
Truly horrible.
How could he do this to me?
But as long as you hold onto that anger toward your father,
you will be on fire.
You may have left the country,
but you're still living in the same house.
And in that house
there is a room that is still burning.
Who lives in this room?
I do?
Your father is still living in this room.
So, you never invite anyone in
and you go through life alone.
You must open that door,
put out the flames.
You must invite your father to come visit you.
But he won't even speak to me.
That is your old blueprint!
That is what you want to believe,
because you are too afraid
to tear down the walls and rebuild.
Oh, come on!
Stop blaming the victim!
Alright, who here thinks I'm being unfair?
Be honest.
Ruth, do you agree?
Until Tahira forgives her father,
she will never feel safe in her home?
Well, maybe, but--
Speak up!
We all paid to hear you.
Why don't you stand?
Her father did such a terrible thing.
I don't see why she has to have him as a house guest.
If you don't agree with me, why didn't you raise your hand?
I was just trying to understand your point.
Or do you think that your opinion doesn't matter?
That perhaps you are just a guest here?
Are you a guest in your own house, Ruth?
I don't think so--
Yes.
She tiptoes around herself
like she's afraid of waking someone up.
The only person sleeping in your house is you.
Well, I do have three children...
See, she's not even listening.
Ruth.
You have to get out of bed,
open the windows and let some light into your house,
so, that you can see the way things are.
Then and only then
can you begin renovating your life.
So, Tahira...
Are you ready to renovate?
Yes, I think so.
So, when you call your father, what will you say first?
Uh, hello?
Sorry, my beaker exploded.
That's okay.
Catch your breath.
So?
How's it going?
Um, well, I have hydrochloric acid in my hair,
but other than that, I'm fine.
Really?
No, but I'm incredibly bored with myself right now.
Let's talk about you.
How's your girlfriend? What's her name?
Jenny.
And we're fine, thanks.
How's it going with Gabriel?
I have no idea.
I haven't even talked to him in like two weeks.
- Is that her? - Mm-hmm.
What does she do?
She's a jewelry designer.
Really?
Does she have, like, a store?
No, she has clients.
And she caters.
But we're not here to talk about Jenny.
Look, I think it might help to tell me what it is
that you're going through right now.
Well, it's no big fucking mystery.
I mean, it sucks.
It sucks to be pretty much, you know, in love with a guy
who's too fucked up for life, you know?
What happened?
Nothing, really, just...
Whatever.
You know, it's not even his fault.
It fucking pisses me off.
The whole thing, his whole family thing
is so fucking unfair.
I really just thought he needed, like, I don't know...
- You? - No.
But someone, maybe.
You know, some person on the planet
who gives a fuck about him,
for once in his life.
Yeah, I did think maybe that would matter.
It does matter.
But no one can ever solve someone else's life.
So, basically your job is totally pointless.
No one but a guidance counselor, I mean.
There they are.
That's the "community"?
I thought this was supposed to be an event.
Oh, it's an event.
Didn't I meet one of those guys in Vegas?
Bobo from Peaceful Haven.
Right, he spits.
Yes, he does.
Hey!
Stan, Jack, Bobo,
this is my brother, Nate.
Nice to see ya, Nate.
Nice to meet you, Jack.
Bobo.
Good seeing you, Bobo.
Hey, congratulations, we heard you just got your license
to operate a moving funeral.
Yep, finally went pro.
Sit, sit, sit!
Oh, no, go ahead.
After you.
Age before beauty.
Right.
Yeah, so, David tells us
that you are very gifted.
He does?
We were just giving Stan grief for po-poaching our customers
with false advertising.
Sounds like something Kroehner would do.
Fucking Kroehner.
Those cocksuckers!
Sorry, those cunts.
So, this family goes off the 405,
we get five bodies, right?
Truth, my walk-in only holds three.
So, my guy's working overtime to get everyone juiced,
but sometimes you just have to leave 'em out an hour or two
beyond regulation. It happens, right?
But those Kroehner fucks,
they're just waiting for a chance
to send in their flacky at the DCA, and boom,
I get hit with a giant fine and a lawsuit.
I will ram a plastic screw up my anus
before I give in to those fucks.
No offense.
Do we have a waitress?
She'll be back with the fries.
The fucks.
They are fucks.
They're fucking evil fucks!
They're sucking up all the mom and pops.
I mean, businesses people spent their lives building--
They don't care about people. They don't care about lives--
Alright, Nate.
We appreciate your passion, but--
No, no, no, no, all they care about is money.
And it's not just our industry.
It's everywhere.
When corporations try and squeeze out all the competitors,
the further management gets from labor,
the more alienation there is in the workplace
and the more meaningless all our lives become.
Fuck, yeah!
It's h-hopeless, isn't it?
No, no, I don't think it is.
But we have to stick together
and save our energy to fight Kroehner, you know, Stan?
Yes, yes, I love this guy!
Terrific, terrific!
Terrific!
Alright.
I don't know, Gary, twice in one day?
Claire, this is...
Detective Reece.
Why don't you sit down, Claire?
Any idea where Gabriel Dimas is?
Why would I?
He's a friend of yours, isn't he?
Yeah, but...
It's not like I know where he is every second of the day.
You have noticed that he hasn't been in school
for the last two weeks.
Yeah, but I don't know where he is.
I don't.
Did you know that he held up a convenience store
with a gun?
No.
Did you give or sell him embalming fluid?
No.
God.
So, how do you think he got it?
I don't know.
The internet?
Don't they have catalogs for that stuff?
Maybe.
It'd be a lot easier to get it from you,
don't you think?
No, because I would never do anything like that.
I don't even know where they keep that stuff.
So, it's between "Ethics of Evolution,"
and "Biogenetics," I think.
Biogenetics, really?
What?
Well, yawn, kind of, right?
"Biogenetics" might sound dull to you,
but it's actually very smutty.
It's all about sperm competition,
and cryptic ovulation.
Oh, yeah?
What else are you taking?
I'm only doing one class.
I thought you were going back to school.
I said I was gonna take a class.
I still have to work, you know.
Fuck, if it's only one class,
why not pick something interesting?
How about this religious studies class,
"Cross-Cultural Perspectives on the Afterlife"?
Yawn.
It's not boring, it's spiritual.
Double yawn.
Why don't you sign up for that,
and we can meet in the quad for lunch?
Yeah, that'd be so fun.
We could make out in the stacks,
sneak into the pool at night and go skinny dipping on acid.
Sounds like you did a lot of work at college.
I was only in school for two years,
but I learned a few things.
About breaking into school property while tripping.
Hey...
That'll help you in life.
Mmm...
What?
Oh, come on, Bren...
I was just in the middle of something.
It's been a while.
Not that long.
Well, it's been three and a half weeks.
And on Tuesday it'll be four weeks.
Not that you're counting.
Yeah, I'm counting.
I mean, have you not even noticed?
You know it's normal, after a certain point,
for sex to slow down.
Yeah, slow down, okay, but stop?
People can go months after a certain point.
After a certain point, okay, like six years, maybe.
But six months?
Seven.
Not that you're counting.
Listen, Nate, you've never been with anybody long enough
to know this, but there is a certain...
ebb and flow that happens.
Well, not for everybody.
It does.
There will be times
when you're not attracted to me at all.
It's just a normal ebb.
Well, how long does a normal ebb last?
I don't know, but I think that's the kind of question
that prolongs the standard ebb.
Did you hear about the guy at the nuthouse
that walks around naked...
except for hat and gloves.
And this nurse came up to him and said...
Mom?
Oh!
It's so late, I was kind of worried.
It goes until midnight.
Was it fun?
It was horrible.
So, you're not going back.
Oh, I'm going back.
Why?
I don't know, I don't want to be rude.
Mom, they don't care about that, they already got your money.
Well, there's that too.
Don't you get bored around here?
Well, sometimes.
Well, do you want some, like, tea, or something?
Alright, what did you break?
Nothing!
I was just being nice.
God.
I'm sorry.
I was imposing my old blueprint on you.
Excuse me?
In the old blueprint of my old house,
you're only nice to me when you've done something bad.
Or when you want something.
Well, that makes me feel like shit.
I'm sorry.
But it really does seem that way to me.
Well, I should go do my homework.
They gave you homework?
Ugh!
I have to write a letter to my dead mother
and forgive her
for all the terrible things she did to me.
That sounds fun.
And then, I have to write a private letter to myself
outlining how I want to renovate my life.
Goodnight, dear.
Goodnight.
The shovel's in the truck.
That's good.
Uh, Rico, you forget something there?
Oh, shit!
Sorry, man.
I got about two hours of sleep last night.
Augusto?
No, Angie, Vanessa's sister.
She walks out on her boyfriend
and comes over to wail in our living room all night long.
Women.
I'm telling you, man.
She shows up with this suitcase,
like she's got some right, now that--
She has all these fancy Hollywood friends
who flash their money around all the time,
I'm like, "You can't go somewhere there's a guest room?"
Rico, I'm really sorry about that loan.
It's just a really tight budget, you know?
It's okay.
We got the house, something else came through.
Well, that's great.
Yep, escrow closes next month.
Wow.
That's super, man.
Hey, so you and...
Vanessa have been together, what, like...
Five years now?
Married five, together eight.
Can you believe that shit?
Okay, so, this is sort of a personal question.
You don't have to answer, but...
Do you guys still...
Pretty much, have sex?
Well, you know.
We got two kids now.
So, it slows down a bit.
Right, right.
How slow?
Well, right after the baby,
Vanessa's got all the wrong hormones and stuff, so...
Now, you know, maybe...
Three or four times a week.
Wow.
That's too bad, man.
Yeah, yeah, yeah, that sucks.
It's not like the first few years.
Yeah, you better enjoy it while you got it.
No kidding, right?
This moron always goes over.
I oughta go in and correct his selfish ass.
Let them finish their game, we go over sometimes.
So, how's Eddie?
He's good.
Things are good, I guess.
Keith, what's going on?
I think my sister is fucking using that shit again.
My mom's come up from San Diego to watch over her,
like that's gonna fix anything.
According to her, everything is just fine now.
I'm the one that's overreacting.
I don't think you were overreacting.
Thanks.
Eddie hates racquetball.
Really, why?
Poor depth perception.
Hmm.
Can't play pool either.
That's too bad.
Let's not beat around the bush, shall we?
Biology has a long history of being abused
as an ideological instrument to justify social inequities
and amoral behavior.
For those of you who have not yet read my book...
The central argument I posit in Genes Out of the Bottle,
Evolution and Biotechnology,
is that genetic engineering is, in and of itself,
the most effective argument against biological determinism.
Why?
The thesis that you present so brilliantly
is that though biology manifests in behavior
as we can see in the instinct of human males
to seek a variety of sexual partners,
the fact that we have the technology to modify genetics
confirms the supremacy of culture over biology.
Excellent.
Other thoughts?
- Mm-hm. - I have a question.
Isn't natural selection still operating, though?
Since members of the species
who have access to genetic technologies
are more likely to survive and procreate?
Well, that kind of reasoning
leads us into a very questionable ethical terrain.
Other comments?
Well, what kind of reasoning? Scientific?
You can call it scientific, but as I discuss
at great length in chapter two,
your argument is a political assertion
that privilege is biologically determined.
I haven't actually read your book,
but you can't tell me that survival isn't easier for people
who are born with a private chef and health insurance.
Well, maybe you should read the book
before commenting on its thesis.
Other comments?
Yes?
Excuse me, I'm sorry,
are we not allowed to disagree with you?
I'm just asking, 'Cause I'm new in the class.
Well, we certainly don't interrupt our classmates.
Go ahead.
Um...
Well, in your discussion of bisexual genital rubbing
among pygmy chimps...
You note the exchange of sex for meat.
And well, I was wondering how this might pertain
to contemporary human behavior.
Any theories?
In chapter--
So, where do you think he is now?
According to his wife, he's still here.
Well, there's a big chunk of dead meat in a cheap-o box
that's still here.
But do you really believe that's him?
The essence of who he was?
The part of him that hoped and dreamed
and all that other crap?
You tell me, you're the one who has all the answers now.
I never said that.
You'd think getting hammered by a bus
would make you a little less of a dick.
Sure, it's possible that we go on after we die...
It's also possible that once the light goes out,
it stays out.
You'll never know, buddy-boy, till it's your turn.
See, that's what you were hanging on to.
Excuse me?
Michael.
Is he here?
He's been with me the whole time.
You think he'll stay with you?
Not like this.
He's just helping me get used to it.
Do you-- look, I hope you don't mind,
but do you get a sense of my father, at all, around here?
No, I'm sorry.
But that doesn't mean he's not here.
This room is packed.
I can't get to everyone.
I think everything is ready.
I do see a child coming into your life.
No.
It might be you.
Oh, I seriously doubt that.
Well, I'm not sure which one of you I'm reading.
But I'm quite sure there's gonna be a child here very soon.
Hey, I'm heading out now, okay?
This is Federico Diaz, our embalmer.
And his baby, Augusto.
This is Mrs. Piper.
Oh, oh, hi.
I'm sorry for your loss.
Thank you.
You made his body look very nice.
Thank you.
Actually, his body gave me a lot to work with.
Hardly any decay for a cancer death.
It's usually--
Okay, Rico, see you tomorrow.
Yeah, okay, nice to meet you, ma'am.
Let's go.
Here we go.
Eileen asked that I close with a reading
from Michael's favorite poet, Walt Whitman.
"What do you think has become of the young and old men?
And what do you think
has become of the women and children?
They are alive and well somewhere,
The smallest sprout shows there is really no death,
and if ever there was it led forward life,
And does not wait at the end to arrest it.
And ceased the moment life appeared.
All goes onward and outward,
Nothing collapses,
And to die is different
from what anyone supposed,
and luckier."
Let us pray.
Oh, Lord, bless the departed soul of our brother, friend...
I'm just hanging around to help you get used to it.
I am used to it, Dad. It's been six months.
Seven.
Not that you're counting.
Amen.
Hey.
Hey, are you done?
Pretty much, what's up?
Well, I wanted to ask you something.
Okay.
Get this, Bobo sold to Kroehner.
Bobo sold? My Bobo?
Your Bobo.
I can't believe this, he was so committed.
You think he's got
a plastic screw in his anus about now?
I hope so.
Son of a bitch, I'm gonna go call him.
What's the matter with you?
Nothing.
Where's Karla?
She's just working late.
Why you frontin'?
Go to your room now, Taylor.
Mama hasn't been home since Tuesday.
What?
Now.
But my stomach hurts.
I'll get you some Pepto Bismol.
I don't want none of that nasty shit.
Then go on.
Shit, bitch, I gotta get my goods!
Hey, don't talk to your grandmother like that.
"Don't talk to your grandmother like that."
She's sick?
She says that every night.
She just wants the attention.
Can you blame her?
Her mother's off doing God knows whatever.
Karla's fine.
She just had to go out of town.
Oh, you talked to her?
I wasn't in when she called.
But she left several messages.
Besides, I'm here with Taylor.
Don't blow this out of proportion like you always do.
Hey, Mama.
I'm not coming home tonight.
Derrick needs some papers...
Can't she send him his papers?
Well, you remember how Derrick was,
always getting her to do this and that for him.
Yeah, like raise his kid without a dime from him.
Sorry, I dropped the phone.
Shut up.
Anyway,
I'll call you as soon as I can.
Okay?
Okay, we can get the phone company records,
but I'll have to file a missing persons report first.
Keith, why must you always think the worst of her?!
Let's just wait till she gets home.
We don't even know--
What are you gonna do,
move up here and take care of her the rest of your life?
She has a child, Jesus, she needs help!
And you covering up for her is not what I mean!
Who do you think you're talking to?
I am your mother
and you will respect that
or I will smack the black right off of you!
Hi, there.
Hi.
Hard day?
How can you tell?
I'm good at people.
Are you?
Got to be. Tax law.
I'm Scott.
Scott Axelrod.
Candace Bouvard.
Nice to meet you, Candace.
Are you an actress?
Oh, no.
I teach sign language to the newly deaf.
Really?
How noble.
Oh, no, it's very lucrative.
And I really enjoy communicating with my body.
I get that.
Oh, you know what? My friend is here.
But it's been really great getting to know you, Scott.
I would love to take you to dinner sometime.
Can I give you my card?
You sure can.
How was school?
It was a disaster.
Alright,
you have 20 minutes to do what's most important
in your life now.
What did you write to yourself in your private letter?
Where are you locked out of your own life?
If you learned today that your relationship with your mother
has been blocking the door to your happiness,
then make that repair.
Right now!
Waiting only gives you more chances to make excuses.
There are phones in the hall.
See you in 19 minutes.
Where can I find a Snickers bar?
Can't you think of more productive ways
to use this time?
Like what, taking up smoking?
Why not try rebuilding with someone right now?
Ruth...
I read your private letter to yourself.
And if you really want closeness in your life,
you're gonna have to start major renovations.
In fact, I would gut.
You read my private letter?
Why don't you try calling your kids?
I don't even know where my kids are.
And the last thing any of them wants is
for me to call them on a Friday night
so, I can put in new flooring.
I've wanted to hear that my whole life, Dad.
Oh, fuck!
I love you too, you sadistic old fuck.
Start with Claire.
Only you...
can be the architect of your life.
Claire?
This is your mother.
Yes, well, I just wanted to tell you that...
I feel like even though I've been trying to be closer to you,
it hasn't really been working.
I wish you felt you could confide in me.
And maybe you don't because you feel my opinion is worthless.
Because I don't really live in my house,
and so, I suppose
that's the infrastructure I built.
So, I'm sorry.
And?
And, I love you.
That's so good, I gotta pee like a racehorse.
You have exceeded the time limit!
If you know the name of the movie you'd like to see,
press one now!
♪ You were right when you said All that glitters isn't gold ♪
♪ You were right When you said ♪
♪ All we are Is dust in the wind ♪
Hello?
Claire?
Where the fuck have you been?
I fucked up.
Gabe, what is going on?
Everything is all fucked up, Claire.
Look, it's gonna be okay,
you just have to calm down right now.
I need...
I need you to come and get me, please!
Please!
You know, the cops are, like, seriously looking for you.
I know that, okay?
Why do you think I need you to come out here and get me?
Where are you?
I'm up past Woodland Hills.
Academia is one huge circle jerk.
All these sequestered people desperately defending
the one good idea they have ever had in their lives.
So, what, that's it for going back to school?
Yep.
Next?
How was your day?
It was weird.
Buried that psychic woman's husband and she was still, like,
talking to the guy.
Oh, that's sad.
Not for her, I mean.
She really believed he was there, you know?
Well, she has to say that, right?
If she claims she's a psychic.
You don't think that that's possible?
What about you saying that things happen that leave marks
in people, in places, in time?
That's physics,
energy affecting matter.
Talking to dead people is delusional.
So, you definitely don't believe
in any kind of life-after-death thing?
I think people live on through the people they love
and the things they do with their lives.
If they manage to do things with their lives.
But that's it, that's it, that's all there is.
There's nothing more, there's nothing, like, bigger?
Just energy.
But there's no plan.
No, there's definitely no plan.
Just survival.
Should I have ordered the salmon?
Uh, I don't know.
How can you live like that?
What if you found out you were gonna die tomorrow?
I've been prepared to die tomorrow
since I was six years old.
Really?
Yeah.
Pretty much. We never got butter.
Well, why since you were six?
'Cause I read a report on the effect nuclear war
would have on the world.
It was pretty clear to me, at that point,
that this was definitely gonna happen.
When you were six?
And I wake up every day pretty much surprised that...
everything's still here.
Well, I don't understand how you can live like that.
Well, I thought we all did.
Who is that?
I went to high school with him.
He's clearly had a nose job.
Close your eyes.
Go on.
And imagine that everyone in this room
thinks you are an idiot.
A total fool, a complete moron, absolute ass.
Feel familiar?
It's how you feel in the world, isn't it?
I want you to feel it deeply now.
Really feel it.
Everyone in this room thinks you're an idiot.
Close your eyes, Ruth.
Feel you're an idiot.
Now, tell me
when you get the joke.
Do you get the joke, Ruth?
No!
I'm an idiot!
Who wants to explain the joke to Ruth?
So, we all feel the same way, right?
So, who's really the asshole?
We all are?
Ruth.
Stand up.
Tell me what you wrote in your private letter to yourself.
It was a private letter!
To myself!
Tell me where your house needs repairs!
Yeah, and don't bullshit the lady, cupcake.
I have a very nice house!
I have nice children and a nice job.
And a nice gentleman friend.
Can't anyone just be happy?
I'm happy.
Who's buying Ruth's house?
We don't believe your house is structurally sound, Ruth.
Who knows better?
Me or a room full of complainers?
What do you really want to complain about really?
The fact that the blood stopped circulating
to my rear end four hours ago!
Okay, what else?
You want me to complain?
Alright then, fuck this!
Fuck you.
Fuck all of you with your sniveling self-pity.
And fuck all your lousy parents.
Fuck my lousy parents, while we're at it.
Fuck my selfish bohemian sister and her fucking bliss!
Fuck my legless grandmother!
Fuck my dead husband.
And my lousy children with their nasty little secrets.
And fuck you Robbie
for dragging me to this terrible place
and not letting me have a Snickers bar!
I'm going to get something to eat!
Congratulations, Ruth.
You have just leveled your fleabag hovel!
Now you can build the house of your dreams
from the ground up!
Yes, yes!
Oh, excellent.
Congratulations.
Oh, Jesus.
Okay, let's hop.
Uh, hi?
We should, we should just get going.
Okay, but you could tell me where the fuck you've been for--
Yeah, like you care.
What?
I just dragged my ass way the fuck out to nowhere.
Can we just talk about this while we're driving?
Okay?
Jesus.
It's hot as hell in this car.
Can you tell me where we're going?
Let's just head out to Angeles Crest or something.
Angeles Crest?
That's like where serial killers go to dump the bodies.
You think you can think up someplace a little creepier?
I don't care where we go,
I just want to go somewhere
where we can be alone for a minute, and we can,
just talk, you know, and just whatever.
Are you fucked up right now?
What the fuck do you expect, Claire?
Okay, I'm freaked out, you know.
Everything is really fucked up for me right now.
Yeah, okay, so what are you gonna do?
I don't know, that's what I'm trying to figure out.
What is there to figure out?
Claire, just chill out, okay, just, Jesus.
Look, they know you gave Andy the fry,
or whatever the fuck it's called.
They know you robbed that store, Gabe.
You have to turn yourself in.
Yeah, oh, yeah.
That is a genius fucking plan.
Hey!
Hey, baby.
You like to drink blood?
That's incredibly original.
Shut the fuck up, scumbag!
Oh, look, you got a corpse in the front seat.
I said, shut the fuck up, scumbag!
Go!
Go, go, go!
You alright?
It's okay.
It's okay, it's okay, just keep driving.
What are you doing?
We have to go back.
Are you insane?
We have to go back and make sure that guy's okay.
I didn't hit him, alright?
How do you know, I mean, are you sure?
I saw, he's fine, alright?
Then let's just go back, and make sure that he is alright!
Claire, I cannot go back there!
God, I am fucked!
Well, this is just making it worse!
- Listen to me.
I need you to just help me right now, okay?
Please.
I can't help you!
I can't help you anymore!
I can't.
Look, let's just keep going, okay?
Let's just keep going and I will figure out what to do, okay?
I will figure it out.
- I'm going back. - Claire, don't do that.
Get out!
Claire, give me that.
Okay, you have to get out now.
Don't do this to me.
Get out!
- Get out! - Okay!
Okay.
I'm just gonna get my bag, alright?
Thanks.
Oh, my God.
So, where do you think I am, hmm?
Heaven or hell?
Apparently, you're here, at the moment.
You think I'm in hell.
Yeah, sure, I went to church. That was just for business.
I didn't really believe in God.
I mean, not as anyone who you had to please,
or impress, to get "promoted".
No, the only God I know is a mean-spirited comedian
in ugly pants,
whose every joke has the same damn punch line.
And I'm thinking that kinda attitude
lands me straight in hell.
On the bright side,
that means...
you'll have a familiar face waiting for you.
Hey, look it up.
Leviticus, Chapter 20, verse 13.
I don't believe that anymore.
And I don't think you're in hell.
But you can't quite see me hanging around with Gandhi
and Mother Teresa up there?
I miss you, Dad.
Hey.
I thought you were at Brenda's.
She had a late client,
so, I thought I'd, you know...
help you clean up.
Thanks.
At this hour, that is a late client.
Some of them like her to put them to bed, you know?
That's very sad.
Hey, how long did you go out with that cop?
About six months.
Sex ever slow down?
I was so hoping you weren't gonna go there.
- Sorry, forget it.
Claire?
David, I need some help.
What happened?
"Fuck my legless grandmother!
And fuck you, Robbie,
for not letting me have a Snickers bar!"
Oh, my goodness, the language!
I was so rude.
It was fantastic.
Quel breakthrough.
Oh, Robbie, I don't even know how to thank you.
Don't thank me.
Just change!
So, what are you gonna do tomorrow
to start the renovations?
That's none of your fucking business!
Hi.
Any idea where he'd go?
What was he wearing?
You know, it's gonna be much easier on him
if we can bring him in before something else happens.
But he doesn't even have the gun...
What, you think he can't get another gun?
Um...
He was wearing jeans and a green T-shirt, I think.
You're doing the right thing.
You know that, right?
I feel like shit.
You'll feel worse if someone else gets hurt.
Oh, my God.
When that cop asked me if I knew about the 7-11 thing,
I said I didn't, but I did.
Is that, like, really bad?
It's not great.
But you're telling the truth now, right?
So, don't worry about that.
You wouldn't make me, like, testify against him
or something, right?
That's not up to me.
But, anyway, that's a long ways off.
Okay, 'cause I don't want to do anything like that.
God, why are you still protecting this loser?
Because she loves him.
We understand that, Claire.
I really wish you'd told us about this sooner.
How long did you know about the embalming fluid?
Not that long.
And I tried to tell Nate.
When the fuck did you try and tell me about this?
She's telling you now, alright?
Okay, I'm sorry.
I'm sorry.
When you're ready,
we're gonna get in the car and drive down to the station...
Oh.
...and a couple of detectives there are gonna ask you
pretty much the same questions.
Will you be there?
Yes.
I'll be there.