Pike Place Market was born in 1907
from citizen outrage at the high cost of produce,
when Seattle City Councilman Thomas Revelle
proposed a public street market.
On opening day, August 7th, 1907,
eight farmers brought their wagons
to the corner of First and Pike
and were overwhelmed by an estimated 10,000 eager shoppers.
By 11:00 a.m., they were completely sold out.
Well, that concludes the morning half of our tour.
Once again, my name's Karen,
and you've just been a super-duper group this morning
and we'll see you back here on the bus
at half past 1:00.
I don't know about you,
but I could sure use a fucking cigarette.
Thank you, Karen.
Okay, bye.
Excuse me, sir?
Sir, it's lunchtime, you can get off the bus now.
We're at Pike Place Market!
Sir!
Shit.
We've got another dead one back here, Larry.
You missed your last three sessions.
Yeah, well, sometimes coming in here
talking about my life
gets in the way of me having one.
So, why'd you bother coming in today then?
Because they sent a letter to my mother
and threatened to suspend me if I didn't.
I thought maybe you had something
you wanted to talk about.
With you? Yeah, right.
Are you angry with me?
How can you tell?
I was obligated to cooperate with the police, Claire.
It's my job.
And just so you know,
I was here for you, not for them.
They wanted to interrogate you alone.
And they haven't found him yet.
In case you're... curious.
Well, I'm not.
You haven't heard from him?
Fuck, no!
Not that I'd tell you if I had.
For the record, you did the right thing
when you called the police that night, Claire.
I know I did the right thing.
This isn't a question of whether or not
I did the right fucking thing.
Given the circumstances, it's completely understandable
that you're feeling this angry, Claire.
If you don't stop saying my name
at the end of every sentence, I'm gonna--
What?
I don't know.
Just don't.
Okay?
You feel like throwing something?
Excuse me?
You could, you know, just...
pick something up off my desk and chuck it.
I'm so sure you'd let me trash something off your desk.
If you thought it might help, I would.
No, thanks.
You're angry with Gabe
and you're scared
because you don't know what's gonna happen to him.
At this point, I don't give a flying fuck about him.
You don't really feel that way, do you?
No.
I do feel better. Thank you.
He was on one of those...
package bus tours.
He'd been going on 'em a lot,
three or four times a year ever since Mom died.
Sometimes he went with his friend Pete.
This time he went alone.
They think his heart just gave out.
I'm very sorry.
And where is your father now?
He's still up there in Seattle.
The Columbia Funeral Home's holding him for us.
They're on Rainier Avenue.
Not a problem.
We can make arrangements to have him flown back to L.A.
- Flown back? Yes.
Dad won't fly.
It was always a sore spot with Mom.
She wanted to travel, but Dad flat out refused.
And then, after she died,
he started taking all these package bus tours.
He has...
Had a thing about flying.
He never flew.
I'm sure, given the circumstances--
No, it isn't what he would've wanted.
Isn't there some other way?
We can make arrangements to have him shipped,
via rail or freight.
Like FedEx?
You can do that?
It's done all the time.
They brought Abraham Lincoln home to Illinois by train.
All the way from Washington, packed in ice.
It shouldn't be a problem.
Now, Keith, I'll be back up here
just as soon as your father's back on his feet.
What if Grandpa dies?
My friend Neisha's brother had an operation and he died.
I told you, Taylor, it's just a hernia.
It's nothing for you to worry about.
I'd sure like to know where the hell Karla is.
She still up in Oakland with Derrick?
Did she even offer to come back down here
and take care of her kid when you told her you were leaving?
We haven't heard from her.
Jesus.
I thought you had a number for her.
- It's been disconnected. - Oh, shit!
I told you, Keith,
hush that kind of mouth around your niece!
Maybe I should just take the child with me.
Look, she'll be fine, alright?
My new place has an extra room, and between Eddie and me,
we'll make sure she's--
I don't want to come stay with you.
How come you can't come stay here?
Because my things are at my place.
What about my stuff?
You can bring it with you.
Unh-uh, you'd probably steal it.
There's my cab.
Taylor, come on, honey, give your grandma a hug.
I love you, Grandma.
Now, you be good.
And you mind your Uncle Keith.
I'll try to come back as fast as I can.
I know a lot worser words than "shit," you know.
So do I.
So, how'd the Mossback intake go?
We need to come up with a way to get a body shipped back
from your old stomping ground.
Why can't you just fly it back?
That's what your father always did.
Apparently the deceased was afraid of flying.
I don't think he's gonna give a shit now, David.
The family doesn't want him to fly.
And the freight companies are backed up until next week,
and Amtrak can't bring him back until next Tuesday.
No problem.
I'll fly up, rent a refrigerated van,
and drive him back.
You don't need a refrigerated van,
just a one-way rental.
He's already been embalmed.
Even easier.
You'd do that?
Fly up there, turn around and drive all the way back?
Sure. I haven't been back since Christmas.
I can see a few friends.
I still have some stuff up there, I'd love to.
I suppose we could mark up the cost of shipping
to cover your travel.
When do you want me to leave?
Tomorrow?
Done.
Have you met any nice men recently, David?
No one to speak of.
Well, I wish you'd put yourself out more.
The door to your house only opens from the inside, you know.
We haven't seen your friend, Gabriel
around much lately, Claire.
So?
Have you not been seeing as much of him?
No, I haven't.
Did you two have a falling out?
Yeah, Gabe joined the Hare Krishna, okay?
Those people with
the orange robes and tambourines?
That try to sell you books in the airport.
Yep, that's them.
Oh, my goodness.
He never struck me as a religious person.
Well, he is now, big time.
Did he shave his head?
Yeah, he shaved his head.
Can we talk about something else, please?
Claire, you wanna come up to Seattle with me?
You're asking me to come to Seattle with you?
Yeah, why not?
I'm not sure we can stick the Mossbacks
with another plane ticket, Nate.
I'll pay for it.
- You will? - Yeah.
I could use the company,
and you can help with some of the driving on the way back.
She'll miss school.
We're not doing anything in class I can't miss,
and I can bring my homework with me.
It's just for a couple of days.
Fine.
I'm tired of trying to be the architect for this family.
It's high time you drew your own blueprints.
Does anyone know what the fuck she's talking about anymore?
Nate. - What?
- Oh, hey, by the way,
I'm flying up to Seattle tomorrow.
- You are? - Yeah.
I'm picking up a body and driving it back for David.
I'm gonna take Claire with me.
Sounds like fun.
You don't mind that I didn't ask you?
Ask me what?
To go with me.
No, not at all.
Good.
You sure?
Nate, I'm trying to read.
And you know I hate it when you floss in front of me.
Sorry.
Is it weird that I didn't ask you
to come to Seattle with me?
No, why would it be?
I don't know.
It just feels a little weird.
Okay, now it is a little weird.
But only because you're making it a little weird.
But you're not mad about it?
Not at all.
I think it's really good for you
to spend some time with your sister.
That's what I think.
You sure it's not too weird?
Oh God, Nate, give it a rest.
- Goodnight, Bren. - Goodnight.
Cool, Sleater-Kinney's playing at this place
called Showbox tonight.
I hate to break it to you, but Showbox is 18 and over.
What makes you think I don't have a fake I.D.?
You have a fake I.D.?
You're not gonna pull some pseudo-parental bullshit
on me, are you?
No.
I had a fake I.D. once, too.
Maybe I'll go with you.
I don't need a babysitter, Nate.
I love Sleater-Kinney.
You love Sleater-Kinney?
Would you just try to get over yourself for a second
and let me be your friend and your brother?
Did you bring me on this trip
because you thought I needed a little distraction?
No, I invited you on this trip because I thought it'd be fun
to bring you along.
Now I'm having second thoughts.
- Okay. - Okay?
I believe you.
So, like, where are we staying anyway?
My friend Lisa's.
Is she an old girlfriend?
No.
No way, not even close.
We were strictly roommates, nothing more.
Worked at the co-op together.
Is she all crunchy granola, backpacky
and way into grunge?
Um, crunchy granola,
maybe a little.
Backpacky, definitely.
Into grunge? No way.
Grunge died long before Kurt Cobain did.
Besides, Lisa is...
not so easy to categorize.
You guys did it a few times, though, right?
We're not having this discussion.
Fine.
Well, this is it.
Sweet.
♪ I remember a summer's day ♪
♪ I remember Walking up to you ♪
♪ I remember My face turned red... ♪
Nate!
Hey, Lisa!
It's so good to have you back home!
It's good to be back.
Lisa, this is my sister, Claire.
Claire!
Come in. - Go on.
Hello, Hiram?
It's me, Ruth.
I'm fine, how are you?
Um, listen, the reason why I'm calling is...
I just wanted to let you know
that I've been drafting a new blueprint for myself.
No, not for the house.
Well, yes, it is for the house.
My house.
I mean, not the actual physical structure
I live in with my family.
I'm speaking more of the emotional structure
in which I've chosen to live my life.
No!
I most certainly have not been drinking!
I'm just trying to let you know, Hiram,
that I harbor no hard feelings against you, and...
No, I do not want to get back together!
How presumptuous!
You know something, Hiram, fuck off!
Amelia?
It's Ruth.
I know we haven't seen each other in a while,
and I feel a little funny leaving this on your machine,
but I just wanted to let you know
I've been drafting a new blueprint for myself
and if you're ever looking for an opportunity
to renew our friendship,
my front door is open to you.
That's all I wanted to say.
You can call me back if you want to, okay?
Bye.
Sarah?
Sarah, are you there?
If you're there, pick up.
Okay, fine.
I know we don't talk to each other very much anymore,
but I've left you three messages in the last two weeks
and you haven't returned any of my calls.
I'm beginning to think you don't ever want to talk to me again
and if that's the case, well...
We really need to talk.
There are some things I would like to say to you
about the cracks in my foundation
and your part in helping me repair them.
This is your sister, Ruth.
What do you mean, you can't?
Eddie, I need you to pick up Taylor from school.
Look, I realize you're in the middle of a shift--
Can't you just get somebody to cover for you?
Fuck man, I'm caught between a rock
and a fucking hard place here.
I need you to do this for me!
Alright, never mind, fuck it then.
This is a bullshit detail.
I wish the guy would just shoot her and get it over with.
I've got tickets for the Dodgers tonight.
What'd I say?
- David Fisher.
David?
Keith?
Yeah, listen...
I got a huge favor to ask.
What is it?
I'm stuck in Koreatown,
some guy is holding his mother-in-law hostage,
claims she put his TV remote down the garbage disposal.
I don't know when I'm gonna get out of here.
Eddie's pulling a double shift.
I hate to ask, but...
Is there any way that you can pick up Taylor
from Ridgebrook Elementary
at three?
Yes, I mean, sure, I'd be glad to.
You sure?
Yes, of course.
Alright, thanks.
I'll call ahead to the school so they'll be expecting you.
I'll pick Taylor up from your place later.
Great.
Thanks, man, I owe you one.
No problem.
What is this?
Tofu meatloaf.
It's completely vegan.
No dairy, no eggs,
no animal products of any kind.
No meat?
None whatsoever.
Why do you call it "meatloaf"?
You're a pisser just like your brother, aren't you?
Anyway, it used to be his favorite.
It's delicious, Lisa.
I didn't put in too much garlic?
- Not for me. - No way.
Garlic is a miracle herb.
It helps lower cholesterol and blood pressure,
it stimulates the immune system
and it inhibits the growth of parasites in the intestines.
So, how's life at the co-op?
Our membership is up 15% since you left,
in spite of the bigger corporate outfits
breathing down our necks.
Wow, sounds like things are going great.
We miss you.
You should stop in and say hello while you're here.
So, how's life back in L.A.?
You know, it's okay.
You know, what can I say?
I may have finally found something I'm good at.
I always knew you had a spiritual calling.
Yeah, right.
What?
Being a funeral director is proof of a spiritual calling?
Well, it's not exactly what I imagined for Nate, but...
It doesn't surprise me.
Nothing ever surprises you, Lisa.
That's true.
So, last time I spoke to you, back in January, I suppose,
you had met somebody?
Brenda.
Yeah, anything ever happen with that?
We're still together.
- Wow. - Eight months.
That's gotta be an all-time record for you, Nate.
It might be.
Sound like a real relationship to me.
What can I say?
It is what it is.
I mean, for me, for where I'm at right now,
it's a good thing.
It's all good.
It is, it's all...
Well, mostly, you know...
Good.
I'm really happy for you, Nate.
You know, I got offered a job in L.A.
Really?
Yeah, some big-time producer came through town...
Shooting a movie.
She's looking for a vegan chef and she offered me a job.
Really, what movie?
I'm not good with titles, I don't go to the movies.
Film is processed with gelatin.
Gelatin comes from horses' hooves.
Huh.
I didn't know that.
Most people don't,
hence the global slavery of animals.
Were you thinking about taking the job?
I don't know, I mean,
L.A. is such a godless place.
Besides, my life is really full here.
May I use your bathroom?
Yeah, it's down the hall, first door on the left.
She's a lot like you.
You think?
God, I've missed you, Nate.
I've missed you too.
Give me a break.
Wow.
I think you totally cleared out my sinuses.
Not too hard?
Some of my clients find me a little intense.
Not at all.
I love it.
Feels great.
I have to say, you're pretty loose.
Not a lot of tension in the usual places.
I'm curious, Melissa, what do you do?
I'm just asking 'cause
I'm thinking about changing professions and...
Well, I'm curious.
I'm a prostitute.
No shit?
No shit.
Wow.
Cool.
Hey.
I was just gonna make a cup of tea.
Do you want one?
Oh, I'd love to, but...
I gotta get to work.
Same time next week?
Absolutely.
See ya.
Hello?
Bren, hi, honey, it's Mom.
I'm at Tranquility Spa.
I need you to meet me over here.
Why?
Sweetheart, it's an emergency.
- I need you over here, please? - What's happened?
I'm at Tranquility Spa, Brenda, in La Canada.
I wouldn't ask you if it wasn't important.
Brenda!
Don't go in there!
Mother, let go of my fucking arm!
You're hurting me.
This is your father's car.
So, Dad's here, who cares?
He's not here, he's at work.
I checked.
Look on the dash.
Well, your father doesn't smoke Virginia Slims.
Look on the gear shift.
A scrunchie, big fucking deal!
Your father hasn't had enough hair to need a scrunchie
since 1975!
So, you think Dad's fucking somebody.
Bingo.
Oh, my God, is that all this is?
I thought you'd heard from the hospital,
that something happened to Billy.
Don't be so dramatic, Brenda.
Now, Taylor, I have to go downstairs
and work for a little while.
Do you have everything you need?
Can I have some chocolate milk?
I'm sorry, we don't have any chocolate milk.
I want some goddamn chocolate milk!
Yes, well, I'm sorry, but we only have white milk.
Ain't you got any other cookies besides these?
Those are all we have.
I don't like these kind. These kind taste like shit.
Well then, just color in your coloring books
and I'll check in on you in a little bit.
I don't like coloring books.
You picked them out yourself at the drugstore.
You told me I had to.
I thought you liked coloring books.
I don't, I told you I like to draw.
Well then, draw.
These...
are coloring books.
You can't draw in coloring books
because they already have the drawings in them.
You can only color in coloring books.
That's why they're called coloring books.
You wanna watch TV?
Okay.
You know how to use that?
What, do you think I'm stupid?
I didn't say you were stupid.
Bitch, I know how to use a remote!
Fine, knock yourself out!
Dumb-ass cracker!
Oh, man, I am starving for a cheeseburger,
I want something that walked the Earth with the works.
Man, I'm having a double.
I thought you liked the meatless meatloaf.
I lied.
No shit.
And what's with the "It is what it is,"
purposefully vague bullshit about you and Brenda?
I don't want to hurt Lisa's feelings, okay?
You definitely slept with her.
Okay, yes.
We had occasional sex together,
but it was strictly on a friendship basis.
You were fuck-buddies?
Yeah.
And nothing more.
Does Lisa know that?
You know what?
Every time we did have sex, and I'm only talking about five,
maybe six times tops...
I was very honest with her about what it meant
and what it didn't mean.
Well, she's got it bad for you.
I was always honest with Lisa.
If you say so.
What do you want?
I want a Chubby Cheese with everything,
and medium skinny fries and a Coke.
Oh, my God.
Do you smell that?
What, burgers and fries?
No, it's like rotten eggs, Jesus.
Oh, man, deja fucking vu.
Welcome to Chubby's, may I take your order?
Yeah, I'll have a Double Doub--
a Chubby, a Double Chubby.
A Chubby Chubby, a Double Double,
a Double Chubby.
A Chubby Chubby, I'll have a Double--
I'll have a Double Double Chubby Cheeseburger.
Fuck me!
Okay, sir, was that one...
Oh, Jesus, my head!
Nate?
Oh, fuck!
Nate!
Nate, are you okay?
Oh, fuck!
Sir, I didn't get that, can I take your order, please?
Hello, sir?
You drive.
I'm...
I'm gonna get some air.
And make a phone call.
Okay.
Sir, I didn't get that, can you please repeat your order?
Shut up.
Yeah, is Dr. DiPaolo in?
Yeah, yeah, it's definitely an emergency!
Sir, can I take your order please?
Shut the fuck up!
Sir, I'm going to have to contact the manager.
I can't believe I'm doing this.
Can't we at least go inside?
I could get a seaweed wrap
while I pretend to listen to you.
That couldn't be her.
I'm eating your protein bar.
Maybe it is.
This is like eating upholstery.
I knew it.
Bern couldn't get anyone that good-looking
to jump his saggy ass.
I thought you and Dad had an "agreement"
about this sort of thing.
We did.
We do.
Only this time, he broke one of the rules.
He didn't tell me first.
Oh, so, you're not upset that Dad's fucking somebody else.
You're upset that he didn't tell you
he was fucking somebody else.
That's right.
The rule is, if you step outside the holy bonds,
you have to tell your wife first.
Oh.
So, she can line up some young hottie of her own.
Well, I guess that sounds fair.
You have other rules?
A whole slew of them.
Go on, tell me, I'm curious.
You can't fuck my friends, I can't fuck yours.
No fucking of mutual friends.
Never in Hawaii.
Never in a hotel that costs more than $300 a night.
And never in a hotel that's under $75 a night.
Not on holidays.
And there are others,
I just can't remember all of them at the moment.
Wow.
Is one of them,
never fuck anybody else in front of your kids?
Oh, I guess not.
Since there was that time that I watched you in the hot tub
with some old guy with a hairy back.
Darling, your father was there.
And there was absolutely no penetration,
I can assure you of that.
Yeah, I'll bet that wasn't your choice.
And you were supposed to be in bed.
I was only gone a couple of hours, Rico.
Every hour you're gone is an hour I have to stay late.
I'm sorry about your buddy's kid,
but I have kids of my own at home.
Is this about us not giving you the loan for the house?
Because you never used to complain
about having to work a little overtime.
This is about me not wanting to be taken advantage of
by my employers.
We're more than just your employers, Rico.
That's bullshit, David, and you know it.
When it's convenient, we're like family.
But in a pinch, I'm just an employee.
And you and Nate are just my bosses.
Hey, little lady.
Taylor,
I told you to wait upstairs.
My tummy hurts.
Is that man dead?
That man was totally dead.
Yes, that man was totally dead.
Did you kill him?
No.
Did that other man in there kill him?
No.
He died of natural causes.
My friend Renee said,
sooner or later, we'll all be dead.
That's true.
So, someday I'll be dead laying on a table like that?
Not for a very, very long time.
My mom says
my dad's good as dead as far as she's concerned.
Yes, well, that's just her way of expressing anger at him
for not being around.
Sometimes my mom says she wishes she was dead.
That's just something that people say
when they're upset about something.
Did that dead man in there have any kids?
Yeah. He had a wife and three children,
and five grandchildren.
I don't ever wanna die.
Me, neither.
It's called arteriovenous malformation.
"AVM" for short.
Lots of people have it their whole lives
and never even know.
And the pills?
Are an anti-seizure medication.
So, what happened to you, that was a seizure?
Sort of.
Sort of?
It was a mild seizure.
Does David know about this?
Yes, he does.
But I don't want Mom to know, 'Cause she'll just freak out.
It's no big deal, I promise.
You know, people don't just spaz out
and hork all over their shoes for no good reason, Nate.
Two words.
Tofu meatloaf.
Look, besides, now that I have these pills,
it'll be totally under control.
You swear?
I swear.
I just have to take them for the rest of my life, is all.
I don't believe you.
Just do me a favor and don't tell David about this, okay?
This client of mine is a prostitute.
So, is that supposed to shock me?
What?
God, not everything is about you!
You're such a classic narcissist.
Brenda, just because your parents are shrinks,
doesn't mean you know anything about psychology.
And just because you're a shrink,
doesn't mean that you're not out of your fucking mind.
You know, I've treated several prostitutes over the years.
And they're not as uncommon as you--
Oh!
That's her?
She's your age.
I have to talk to her.
Oh, Mom, don't, please, don't.
No. Wait, wait, I'm not angry.
I'm not gonna make a scene.
I just need to personalize the experience
and humanize the situation.
It's for all of us.
You'll just regret it!
Miss...
Oh, missy?
Hello, I'm Margaret, Bern's wife.
...I just want you to know it's okay with me.
You know what, I'd love to chat,
but I've gotta go meet Bern for lunch.
Get off, you bitch!
I can't believe you!
I'll see you in hell!
Hope you like herpes!
You know, I thought she'd be more evolved.
Evolved?!
Mother, you just attacked that woman!
Repeatedly.
She could have you thrown in jail!
I seriously doubt that.
Are you hungry?
Why am I here?
Why was it necessary for me to be here
with you for this?
Because you needed a fucking audience!
Not everything's about you, Brenda.
Look at Mommy.
Isn't Mommy pretty?
Isn't Mommy fabulous,
and free-spirited,
and uninhibited?
Validate Mommy, kids,
because she's incapable of doing it herself.
No wonder Billy ended up in a psych ward,
not that you care.
For your information, Miss High and Mighty,
this is life.
People have crises.
They push each other's buttons,
they inflict pain on one another.
And once in a fucking blue moon,
they bring out the best in each other.
But mostly, they bring out the worst.
You're pathetic.
Don't you dare judge me.
You think you're the paragon of mental health?
Just because you've been dating
the same man for the past few months?
That's real, compared to what your father and I have?
You're just jealous.
Of what?
The fact that I haven't allowed you
to totally destroy my life like you have everybody else's!
What life?
You've spent 32 years
being your little brother's nursemaid...
Oh, fuck you!
...to avoid having
any emotional life of your own.
And now that he's been put away,
you're gonna have to face your own demons,
and, sweetheart?
They're legion.
Get out of my car.
I would be happy to.
I hope you like pork roast and mashed potatoes.
They're okay.
Where are you going, dear?
To watch TV.
In this house, we eat dinner at the table.
You don't watch TV while you eat?
No, we don't.
Maybe we can watch some TV when we're done eating.
So, what grade are you in, Taylor?
Fourth.
Oh!
David was in the fourth grade once.
It's true.
Did you know David used to be my Uncle Keith's boyfriend?
Yes, I did.
Sometimes...
my momma calls my Uncle Keith "a punk-ass fudge-packer."
'Cause he likes men instead of women.
I guess that makes you a punk-ass fudge-packer too,
don't it?
We don't use those kinds of words at this table.
In fact, we don't use those kinds of words at all.
How come?
Well, because those words are--
Hateful.
Those are hateful words.
What words do you use?
"Homosexual."
My Uncle Keith has a new boyfriend.
His name's Eddie.
He drives an ambulance, but I don't like him too much.
Why not?
He looks at himself in the mirror a lot
and he talks to me like I'm stupid.
I'm sure that's not true.
Yes, it is.
Well, it is true.
Some people just don't know how to talk to children.
Tell me about it.
I think I'll start the dishes.
It's time for you to leave now!
Go!
Is everything okay?
Oh, Claire, I thought you were taking a nap.
I was reading.
Where's Nate?
He's outside making a phone call.
Who were you talking to?
Ants.
I'm being overrun by them.
At first I tried setting a little food aside for them
next to the back door.
Then I tried coaxing them out with some citrus oil.
Now I'm trying to reason with them.
At home, my dad used to squirt them with lighter fluid
and torch them.
I'm not still in love with your brother,
if that's what you're thinking.
Actually, I wasn't thinking that.
I used to be.
I used to think one day he would realize I was the one for him.
But he never has.
Do you think he ever will?
I'm probably not the person to be asking that question.
He's my brother and all, but to tell you the truth,
I'm just getting to know the guy.
Well, he's a heartbreaker, that's for sure.
There are a dozen women all over Seattle who would freak
if they knew he was back here.
You must think I'm so stupid.
No, I don't.
Do you have a boyfriend?
Um, no.
Not anymore.
We broke up.
You're better off, trust me.
Fuckin' ants.
I just wanted to hear how your day went.
My mother practically beat the shit out of a woman
in a parking lot,
but apart from that, I'm fine.
How's Seattle?
Uh, Seattle's good.
What's this about your mother
trying to beat the shit out of somebody?
Oh, I really don't feel like reliving that right now.
How's it going with Claire?
Yeah, great, we're getting along great.
Is everything okay?
No, I just have a headache.
We're gonna hit the road first thing in the morning.
Okay, well, I'll see you then.
Yep.
Listen, Nate, I just ran a bath and it's getting cold, so...
I miss you.
I miss you, too.
Hey.
Hi.
You never called.
How did you know where I live?
Well...
That's really not important.
I think maybe it is.
You wanna know what's really important?
Show me.
She give you a hard time?
Not really.
Let me grab her and we'll get out of your way.
Thanks again.
It's no problem whatsoever, she's...
She's a great kid, Keith, she really is.
Considering everything she's been put through,
it's kind of a miracle.
Well, we should go.
Oh, yeah.
Goodnight, David.
Goodnight.
I thought you might need an extra quilt.
It gets cold in this room.
Thanks, Lisa.
Are you okay?
Yeah.
- I'm fine. - Are you sure?
Yeah, I'm good.
You can't fool me, Nate.
I know you too well.
I'm fine.
Oh, poor baby.
It's okay.
I'm here.
I'm right here.
It's okay.
Are you sure you don't want any breakfast?
Oh, no, I'm good.
I never eat breakfast.
Lisa, have you seen my old brown flannel shirt?
I'm pretty sure it got donated to the co-op garage sale.
No...
Here it is.
Oh, I love that shirt.
It's so Nate.
Why don't you hang onto it?
No, I couldn't.
No, come on, I want you to have it.
It's your shirt, what would I want with it?
Would you just keep it?
We should probably hit the road.
We've got to pick up Mr. Mossback.
Right.
Lisa?
- As always, it's been great... - Mm-hm.
...seeing you.
Take care of yourself, Nate.
You too.
It was nice to meet you.
Nice meeting you, Claire.
Thanks.
Morning, Mom.
It's awfully quiet around here with Nate and Claire being gone.
I suppose it is.
What time did your friend come by to pick up his niece?
Half past one.
That's awfully late for a child her age to be up.
She was asleep on the sun porch.
Oh.
Is there something you'd like to say to me, Mom?
No.
Yes, yes, there is.
I'm all ears.
Your father used to say that to me all the time,
"I'm all ears."
Sometimes you remind me of him.
What's on your mind?
You have to be careful with children, David,
because their blueprints are still being drafted
by the adults in their lives
and this little girl...
Well, it seems to me that her foundation
is probably unstable enough without you bringing your...
My what?
Well, your "relationship" with her uncle,
you have to admit,
might be a little confusing to someone her age.
Mom...
I'm happy for you if this whole plan thing of yours
has enabled you to "draft your own blueprint"
or "patch up some of the cracks in your foundation," but...
just between you and me,
you're starting to sound like a crazy person.
And I think it's time you kept that shit to yourself
and minded your own fucking business.
- Thank you. - Yep.
Okay, it's a little weird driving a dead guy
all the way back to L.A.
It's only weird if you make it weird.
It's a little weird.
It's not.
You know, Nate, I don't know why, but...
it's comforting to know
you're just as fucked up as the rest of us.
I'm not anywhere near as fucked up as the rest of you.
- You are. - I'm not.
Yes, you are.
- Shut up and drive.
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