[out of tune piano playing]
[indistinct whispering]
[piano playing continues]
[crickets chirping]
[applause]
["Busy Gyal (ft. Rocky Rivera)" by Perk Pietrek playing]
¶ Clock in When the mood strikes ¶
¶ I do what a boss likes Slow pokes they look twice ¶
¶ Cold bitch, I'm a Klondike Fuck boys get curved tough ¶
¶ When a girl gang Done roll up ¶
¶ Make a B-line For the green room ¶
¶ I get money to show up ¶
¶ I'm speaking at grad night ¶
¶ I'm living that rap life I'm sleeping like a baby ¶
Street sweeping is every Tuesday.
Why is that so hard for you to wrap your head around?
Life is too short to allow yourself
to be consumed by trivialities.
Well, sooner or later,
you're gonna have to face reality.
The whole man-child thing is so early 2000s.
-Chops will be ready in 10. -I'm not hungry.
Well, you can bring it to work.
Saving my appetite for free lunch Friday.
Fuck this!
[clanking]
This isn't working.
-Tell me about it. -You need, like, a younger girl
whose interests don't extend far beyond
eating, drinking, and fucking.
I already found one.
I'm actually kind of relieved. That strange?
Well, you don't ever have to talk to me again
and you get to be the good guy.
-Win-win. -Easiest break-up ever.
[chuckles] You mind?
Sure.
Now, get the fuck out of my apartment.
And take your parking tickets.
[dance music playing]
¶ Un, deux, trois, quatre, cinq, six, sept ¶
Uh, Riki, Riki. [chuckles] Riki.
Oh, bomber jackets.
Yeah, totes on trend this season, hmm?
-Mm-hmm. -Cool.
Uh, let's get that dialed in.
I'm not done yet.
Cool, cool.
[dance music continues]
Jesus Christ, he just winked at me.
Ew.
[Olive] How did Asher
get put in charge of the entire office?
-What an asshole. -I know.
Hey, you ladies talking shit about me?
-What gave it away? -[laughs]
-Uh, I heard asshole. -Um,
-at least he owns it. -Ooh. [imitates cat]
[chuckles]
Hey, you ladies know I was raised by women, right?
For the love of God, dude, just, like,
spare us the diatribe, okay?
We're over here, trying to make you money.
Olive, I'd like to see you in my office, in 10.
You're firing me? Why?
Um, general insubordination.
Are you kidding me?
[sighs]
Well, can you at least let me go at the end of the week?
Asher, come on, it's almost free lunch Friday.
I earned that meal.
-I deserve that meal. -Yeah. You know what?
It's probably best if you just grab your things,
and go.
You really are a spiteful prick.
Please don't make me call security.
[Olive sighs]
-So long, friend. -We'll see you tonight.
We?
¶ It's such a difficult life Life, life, life ¶
¶ It's such a difficult life ¶
[Lenore] You know what you need, Olive?
-What? -You...
need to get out of the city for a bit,
-decompress. -[Blaire] No, yeah,
that's a really good idea.
Last year, I took pawternity leave
to bond with my fur baby.
I rented a place through R and R's,
so Ciaobella could run around the yard.
It was the most therapeutic experience...
we've ever had.
Well, I'm not exactly rollin' in dough
at the moment, ladies, on account of, I was just fired.
Oh, it'll be worth it.
It is okay to splurge every now and again.
Treat yourself.
Consider this your Eat, Pray, Love moment,
sans you being a selfish cunt.
-[chuckles] -Um, I love that book.
Figures.
Why don't you play something,
for old time's sake?
[groans] Thanks, but no, thanks.
That thing is just, like, a constant reminder
of my dashed hopes and broken dreams.
Come on, Olive. Play something. Please, please, please.
-[groans] -[Blaire] Yeah. [chuckles]
-Fine. -Yay!
[Olive] Fine.
Just a little bit, 'cause you asked.
-[Lenore] Yay. -She plays the piano?
I didn't know she plays the piano.
[mouthing]
-[Olive] Alexa, off. -[phone vibrates]
[piano playing]
-Ah! -That was amazing.
Incredible, right?
-Incredible. -Good stuff.
-Wow! -Yes.
You are the real deal.
Thanks.
Well, I have to bail.
-I have a date. -[Olive] Oh.
-Who's the lucky guy? -Oh,
someone I am looking really forward to giving herpes.
[gasps]
[panting]
[Crystal] Maybe you should get out of the city for a while.
Worked for me when your father passed.
Why does everyone keep saying that?
You know, it's kind of fucked up that I'm still
holding onto Dad's ashes just 'cause you can't deal.
In the note your father left, he insisted his ashes
be scattered in outer space.
Fuck am I supposed to do?
Do I look like I know somebody at NASA?
Yeah, I guess that's a pretty tall order.
Meantime, you're welcome over here at the commune.
Mom, you know that I'm not cut out
for the country, the thought alone gives me anxiety.
You don't deal with that fear now,
it'll only keep growing.
Says someone whose fallback coping mechanism
has always been to turn her back on the modern world.
[chuckles] I'm great at giving advice.
-Just not taking it. -[knocking on door]
I gotta go.
[screams]
[York] Everything all right in there?
Olive?
Hey.
-What? -I forgot my stuff.
You okay?
Yeah, just been a long week.
Your last post paints a different picture.
[scoffs]
[York] Okay.
Have a nice life. Let's go, babe.
[audio book] Acknowledge it, believe it.
What a gift it is to be alive.
By the end of this audio book,
you'll have learned to reshape your mind.
You'll see the beauty in everything,
even pain. This--
[audio book stops playing]
[keyboard clicking]
[notification beeps]
[keyboard clicking]
[notification beeps]
[keyboard clicking]
[notification beeps]
[Harvey] They say the hardest thing
for a parent is to outlive their child.
Never did understand that.
I'd gladly trade the last 30 years of this little shit
for five more minutes with you.
Kids today, they're...
They're all about the selfish pursuit of happiness.
Not self-aware enough to realize how...
little their lives really matter.
You wanna make a difference?
You wanna be a conduit for change?
Here's an idea.
Go drink a gallon of bleach.
Excuse me for being a touch indelicate.
But when you live to be my age,
you see the bigger picture
and life's all about hard work and sacrifice.
So as long as you Millenials
are gonna leave the hard work to my generation,
the least you can do is sacrifice yourself.
So, get off your climate change high horses for a second
and do something about overpopulation.
I'm just playing with you.
I know you all don't like to get your hands dirty.
It's never been an issue with me.
["My Vag" by Awkwafina playing]
¶ My vag Like a operatic ballad ¶
¶ Yo vag Like Grandpa's cabbage ¶
¶ And my vag effortless ¶
¶ Yo vag post ads On Craig's List ¶
¶ My vag squirt aloe vera Yo vag look like Tony Danza ¶
¶ My vag like tasting heaven Yo vag manages a 7-Eleven ¶
¶ Yo my vag make ya girl Panties creme ¶
¶ Yo vag spreads hepatitis C ¶
¶ And my vag A chrome Range Rover ¶
¶ Yo vag hatchback, '81 Toyota
¶ Yo my vag Harvard Law School
¶ Yo vag Apex Technical ¶
¶ My vag speak five Different languages ¶
¶ And told yo vag, "Bitch, make me a sandwich" ¶
¶ Yo my vag feel Like winning the lottery ¶
¶ Yo shit got turned down From eHarmony ¶
¶ My vag won best vag ¶
¶ Yo vag won best Supporting vag... ¶
-[car door opens] -[birds chirping]
[Harvey] You're alone.
Oh, yeah. Uh, my fiancé's swamped at work,
so he won't be in till the evening.
[birds chirping]
Well, I hope you have a lovely stay.
[keys jingling]
My wife and I spent the best years
of our lives here.
You can see Edith had rather eccentric tastes,
I'm a more simple man myself.
She just recently passed away.
But she be happy to know that her little slice of heaven
is bringing somebody else joy.
Sorry for your loss.
Got my money?
Yeah.
Sixty more.
We agreed on 500.
You'll get it back, it's just a precaution
in case you make a mess.
Can I just Venmo you?
Venmo?
Never mind.
Well, don't hesitate to call me if you need anything.
I'm just down the road.
Okay.
[keys jingling]
-[Agnes] Who are you? -Uh, I--
I'm renting the house this weekend.
Renting.
Yeah, it-- It was super last-minute.
Agnes, friend of the family.
Olive.
Feel like a fish out of water in here.
Oh, you'll do just fine.
It's nice to meet you.
Try not to make a mess, dear.
-Okay? -Yeah.
[spits]
-[neck cracks] -[screams]
-[knocking on door] -[sighs]
You didn't tell me, you were expecting a guest.
Poor girl.
Must've frightened her half to death.
Why were you over there in the first place?
Plants don't water themselves, Harvey.
Just exactly what are you up to?
You're the only real friend I got left in this world.
Which is why this is so difficult.
[sighs]
You know, whenever I go swimming, I have deja vu.
-Swimming? How so? -Yeah.
If I touch water, it's like I'm there again
-where I was before. -[phone ringing]
I'm sorry. Hey, Crystal,
free yourself from that electronic leash.
Fuck off, Uriah.
Hey, sweetie.
Hey, Mom.
Uh, you're not gonna believe it, but I took your advice
and high-tailed it out of the city for the weekend.
Oh, that's wonderful news, honey.
My little girl roughing it in nature.
Don't get too excited, I'm calling you
from a piano bench in Piru.
By your standards, this place is bougie as fuck.
Put your phone on speaker and let me hear you play.
[Olive] Mom, you missed all of my recitals.
It was a rough time.
-For both of us. -[Crystal] I'm here now.
-Via telephone. -Oh, enough.
Just play the goddamn piano.
Fine.
[exhales]
[piano playing]
[Edith] Harvey, Harvey.
Harvey. Harvey.
Harvey. Harvey!
[piano playing]
[Olive] What'd you think?
Mom? Did I lose you?
No, no, I'm here. I'm here. That was, um...
That was wonderful.
Listen, I'm gonna text you the address.
If you call and I don't pick up,
I'm being objectified and tortured by a hillbilly.
-[phone beeps] -Boy...
it's your father.
I'm sorry I yelled at you the other day.
I-- I know you don't like voicemails,
but since you're not answering your phone,
you're not leaving me any other choice.
I hope you're good on money.
[panting]
I don't understand, Harvey. What's going on?
This was never part of the plan.
What plan?
What the hell are you talking about?
My boy thinks I'm losing my mind.
He thinks I have dementia.
But I'm as fit as a goddamn fiddle.
He wants to put me in a nursing home.
He calls it an assisted living center.
But we both know that
that's just putting lipstick on a pig.
I've lived a good life.
[sighs] Traveled the world...
contributed to the community, I've known true love.
I've done it all, except for one thing.
I don't know how it feels to kill someone.
That's an itch I never got around to scratching.
[screams]
Shh, calm down.
Calm down.
I'm not gonna kill you yet.
The thought of it breaks my heart.
I'm gonna go get that...
young lady. I'm gonna take care of her,
and then I'm gonna come back for you.
You've been such a good friend to the family over the years.
I'm gonna make sure this is painless as possible,
I give you my word.
[keys jangling]
[Edith] Harvey, don't you do it.
[high-pitched ringing]
Yeah, no shit.
[crickets chirping]
[knocks on door]
[Crystal] Hmm, and what do you want?
[Uriah] Can I speak with you?
[Crystal] Okay.
[Uriah] Okay, so...
Crystal, I came here with an open heart
and an open mind to express my feelings for you.
You are powerful, confident and a deeply sexual force,
that has drawn me in.
And I know we have chemistry,
but you continue to resist my advances.
Why?
You are cute.
There's no way around that.
But you're also kind of a douche.
Uh, if I were to work on de-douchifying myself,
would you consider me then?
-Oh, my god. -[Crystal] Oh, yeah.
-I've been wa-- Yeah, I'm ready. -Come here. Come here.
-There you go. -[Uriah] Okay.
[chuckles] Atta boy.
-Well... -[Uriah] Mm-hmm.
There you go, there you go.
[phone beeps]
[Uriah] How's that?
Wait, is that your fuckin' phone?
Shh. It's okay, shh, shh.
-Shh. Shh. -That's your phone.
-Can we just-- -It's all good, you're good.
[phone vibrates]
[phone keyboard clicks]
[phone beeps]
[phone vibrates]
-[door opens] -[Harvey sighs]
It didn't go as planned. I got a case of the jitters.
Can you believe that?
Me? With a case of the jitters.
Who am I kidding?
We both know no one can hear us. [chuckles]
I gotta tell ya,
turning a dream into a reality is no easy task.
-Especially when it's murder. -Can you think about Edith?
Imagine what she'd say. [sobs]
Why dwell in the past?
Good old days are over and done with.
You ever stop to think it wasn't so good
for the rest of us?
We both know you had her trapped in that marriage,
holding custody over her head.
So don't you go rewriting history,
like it was all peaches and cream.
She suffered from clinical depression.
You should've seen her.
[screams]
She couldn't raise that boy on her own.
The burden fell on me. Show some goddamn compassion.
Oh, Harvey, get over yourself.
The only good you ever had in you was because of her.
Suppose so!
[Agnes screams and groans]
Jesus Christ.
I didn't really think this through.
[Agnes screams]
[panting]
You really hurt my feelings, Agnes.
You really hurt my feelings.
[phone beeps]
[screams]
-God damn it. -Who are you?
Who are you?
I'm renting the house for the weekend.
Crazy old man should not be making decisions like that
without consulting me first.
Forgive me. [chuckles] I didn't mean to frighten you.
I'm David. I'm Harvey's son.
-Olive. -Pleasure.
I'll be gone in a minute.
I just gotta get some prototypes out of the attic.
I'm sending my latest and greatest to the Shark Tank.
Hmm.
Hey, you know what? Since I have you here, would--
Would you mind if I ran through my pitch?
Please leave.
Right, right, right, of course.
Well, enjoy the rest of your stay.
[crickets chirping]
I'm terribly sorry, Agnes.
You deserve a proper burial.
And I'll see that you get one.
You're a good woman.
A strong woman.
Not like most of you.
Brunchin' bimbos.
Gettin' drunk off your skinny girl margaritas.
Cavorting around with your jobless
fedora clad boyfriends.
Sunglasses are for the outside.
Sundays are for the Lord.
[babies crying]
[coughs]
[door opens]
[flies buzzing]
[coughs]
[spits]
[groans]
[Harvey whistling]
[spraying]
[phone vibrates]
[engine turns on]
[phone rings]
[music playing]
[Lenore] You went a day without using your cell phone?
Color me impressed.
Yeah, not even. But thank you.
-[Lenore] So what's up? -[RnB music playing]
I did it. I ventured outside the bubble.
Get out!
-Yeah, and it fucking blows. -[Lenore] That's the spirit.
Wear your coastal elitism like a badge of honor.
How could you forget? I'm a real American now.
I'm unemployed.
God, listen to us.
No wonder they hate us. I hate us.
Um, babe,
I'm kind of in the middle of something.
-Can I call you back? -Uh, yeah, for sure.
And remember, no boys.
Bye!
["Hightail" by Diamond Rugs playing]
¶ My baby was moving To the inside ¶
¶ Lookin' like she was pulling her head ¶
¶ And then when things started getting real tricky ¶
¶ My baby straight up and fled... ¶
[Olive] Hey!
-James. -Olive.
-Pleasure to meet you. -Yeah.
Yeah, folks sure do start early here, huh?
Yeah, nothing else to do before noon.
[laughing]
What can I get you, doll face?
Um, can I get a rum and Coke?
Thanks.
-Cheers. -Cheers.
[bartender] What can I get ya?
Shirley Temple.
Don't hold back on the cherries.
[Kayla] Kayla Wallace, reporting live,
just outside Big Trail Drive,
where yet another young woman has gone missing.
Local law enforcement is asking anyone
with potential leads to please call in at this time.
World's a messed-up place, ain't it?
Could never fathom why anyone would want to take a human life.
-It's beyond me. -I hear that.
Yeah, most people look to the news
for an answer. Rationalizing something
takes the fear out of it, though.
To be honest,
most of these guys ain't got no rhyme or reason.
You really think it's that simple?
Well, most things are.
-You from around here? -No, I'm, uh, I'm from L.A.
I'm just here on vacation. What about you?
-Just moved here from Texas. -Ah.
My uncle's got a ranch a few miles up the road.
Texas boy, huh?
I, uh-- I spent a night in Austin a year or so ago,
it's a super fun place.
It's a shit show. Bunch of carnival barkers.
I mean, look, don't get me wrong, you know?
I mean, I'm not a backwoods yokel, just, you know,
not-- Not into the whole down home country gal thing.
In fact, you're the prettiest girl
I've met since I walked into this town, so...
Oh, well, much obliged.
[laughing]
Excuse me, I'm-- I'm just gonna go hit the loo.
[sighs]
I really should not be drinking this early in the morning.
Oh, hell, alcohol's God's way of telling us He loves us.
You get that off a bumper sticker or something?
Actually, yeah.
[laughing]
Tell you what, um,
I'm renting a house here for the weekend,
do you wanna come over for dinner?
I'd love some company.
I never could turn down a free meal.
Cool.
Well, um, why don't you put your number
and then, uh, I'll just call you later tonight.
That's a date.
Hold your horses there, bucko. It's just dinner.
-Yes ma'am. -[Olive chuckles]
[Olive] Well, this is the sketchiest car wash ever.
Um, how much?
Five bucks.
-How you doing? -I'm-- I'm good. You?
Great.
Okay, uh...
pretty good. Looks good.
Uh, yeah, it's good.
Yeah, uh, here, for your-- For your trouble.
Oh. Thanks, girl.
Uh, this is the first time I've ever washed a car.
You know this is just a front, we just sell drugs.
Yeah.
But, uh, I enjoyed it.
-It felt good. -Yeah! Yeah, yes.
-It's good, for your first time. -Thanks.
What do people do for fun out here?
Drugs.
Huh, okay.
What kinda drugs?
["Lazy Bones" by Wooden Shjips playing]
¶ Run around the town ¶
¶ Chasing dreams ¶
¶ Where are all the girls? ¶
¶ What do they mean to me? ¶
[music stops]
[knocks on door]
Can I help you?
I didn't mean to be bother.
That's all I seem to be these days that...
I lost my family,
and there's nobody at the front desk.
Can I just get a glass of water and telephone?
It's the dementia.
Can't remember my own damn name.
My wife has sewn her number into my wallet,
just in case of an emergency.
You got a father?
Just stay right there, I'll get you some water.
[Harvey grunts]
[James] What the fuck! You--
-[thud] -[James groans]
[Harvey panting]
[muffled screaming]
[panting] Poor thing.
[Harvey panting]
["Occidental Front" by Black Lips playing]
¶ Don't ask me Where I stay, good people ¶
¶ Don't try and track me down ¶
¶ You won't even know Where to send my heartache ¶
¶ When I'm gone ¶
¶ And when you hear I'm leaving, good people ¶
¶ Don't bother saying goodbye ¶
[phone keyboard clicking]
[phone beeps]
Dude, seriously?
-[telephone ringing] -[sighs]
-Hello? -[Olive] Hey, it's Olive.
Was Agnes over here?
Why would you think that?
Uh, all the photos of you and your wife in the living room
are turned around.
Oh, poor Agnes.
She always was a bit jealous of Edith.
I just sent her over there to make sure
you were having a comfortable stay,
I wouldn't think nothing of it.
Okay, cool. Uh, sorry to bother you.
[Harvey] Oh, it's no problem at all.
[sniffs]
-[Olive] Un-fucking believable. -What?
[Olive] We're both reading Manifestation.
Oh, bitch. I have been 40 pages deep
for the last two years.
To be honest, I've spent more time
self-actualizing finishing the book
-than actually reading it. -[chuckles] Same.
[knocking on door]
Hey, babe, um, I can't get hard.
I've tried everything.
Can you not see I'm FaceTiming with my friend?
I told you not to do so much blow.
[door closes]
Sorry about that. Where were we?
-I bought LSD at a car wash. -[Lenore] Get out.
For real.
They sell drugs at car washes here.
-Are you gonna do it alone? -I dunno.
I figure it'll give me some insight
into my mother's perpetually psychedelic state of mind.
-And why the fuck not? -Oh, far out, man.
-I know, it's stupid. -[Lenore] Please.
I've got a coked-out, limp dick stranger
pulling on his wiener in my bathroom.
I am in no position to judge.
-[Ethan] We've got movement! -[sighs]
-I better go. -Duty calls.
Bye. I love you, I miss you.
I paid for four years of college for that boy to walk around
and call himself an entrepreneur.
What the hell's an entrepreneur?
Don't pay for the god damn bills. I do.
He can't even be bothered to call me back,
spoiled fuckin' brat.
Whole generation of spoiled fuckin' brats.
I did my part to stimulate the economy.
I get less praise than a YouTube video.
Better wipe that shitty grin off your face, Agnes,
if you want a proper burial. I appreciate the company.
And a man can only take so much before he cracks.
And I'm about at my breaking point.
[high-pitched ringing]
-[piano playing] -[indistinct chatter]
[groans] What are you doing here, Rodrigo?
Don't you wanna know why we broke up?
I already do. 'Cause you're a cheating asshole
masked under the guise of a sensitive artist.
Here we go again with the name calling.
I didn't wanna cheat on you.
-You drove me to it. -I hope you get syphilis.
[scoffs] Funny you should say that.
I'm actually on antibiotics right now.
[groans] Fuck off.
[wind whooshing]
-You've got to be kidding me. -Long time no see.
-Not long enough. -Remember what a pain in the ass
it always was, deciding on a place to eat?
I'm not saying that's why we broke up,
but come to think of it, it was one
of your more annoying qualities.
I have food allergies. Sue me.
Sue you for what? You don't even have anything.
Well, I'm doing better now. So, fuck off.
Oh, really? Well, maybe I will sue you.
Cool, I'll sue you back for wearing all natural
deodorant that never worked.
And then casually farting, so as to eliminate any semblance
of sexual attractiveness and then forgetting to lock up
my bike the night that it was stolen.
-Fine. -Fine.
See you in court.
Get the fuck out of my acid dream.
-Yo. -Yo.
You're cool.
I just wasn't ready to settle down.
I always appreciated you for being up front about that.
Though it was annoying how you used
all the toilet paper wrapping up your tampons
-before you threw 'em away. -I did that as a courtesy.
-I'm just sayin'. -God, you know what,
now I remember why I hate you.
-Jesus. -Fuck you, Olive!
-Dad. -What's up, sweet pea?
I'm tripping.
-On acid. -Oh, groovy.
You know, it seems your mother is really into that stuff.
I was never into psychedelics.
I was just more of a uppers guy.
[chuckles]
Yeah well, after you killed yourself...
Dad, she lost her mind. She, like, ran away...
and my whole life she's been living
-in a fantasy world. -[Michael] Well, you know, baby,
from my vantage point, looking down,
it seems that pretty much everyone
is in their own little fantasy world
to one degree or another.
And it's all so counterproductive.
[scoffs] Well, so is suicide.
I know it's hard for you to understand.
But I was hurting...
deeply...
for many years.
And I just couldn't... beat it.
But I'm happy now.
And I want you to be happy.
Wait, are you-- Are you advocating for me
-to kill myself, too? -No! No, Jesus. No.
Do yourself a favor,
and get rid of my ashes.
It's not so important that they be scattered
to the cosmos.
I just did that to piss your mother off,
because she over scheduled our last vacation
to Washington D.C. and did not give me enough time
at the National Air and Space Museum.
Well, if you're wondering why I'm not just bursting with joy
it's probably because you killed yourself.
And Mom's insane and I got this stack of student loans,
like, a mile high and I'm basically alone
in the world, and my ovaries are drying up.
But how about you start with not settling
for all those bozos?
-It kills me to see-- -Wait, you better not be able
to watch me have sex from up there.
I always look away.
-Always. -Well, forgive me
for not being the best picker. All right?
I was deprived of a proper male role model
-growing up. -Got me there.
Well, I'm so sorry, baby.
I'm sorry I missed your piano recital.
But I can hear you playing,
from up here.
And you are...
-great! -Really?
Fantastic stuff.
Thanks, Dad.
-I love you, sweet pea. -I love you too, Dad.
You keep playing that piano.
I will.
Dad? Dad?
[crickets chirping]
[drums playing]
This land is my land.
California, to the New York island.
From the redwood forest...
to the Gulf Stream water.
This land was made for me and me.
That's right, kids,
Papa made a remix.
What? You think you're the only ones
that can take something
that works beautifully and destroy it
for no discernible purpose?
You had to go and screw it all up.
Now everyone's entitled to everything.
Land,
money,
freedom.
Hey!
The hell are you doing out here?
Uh, nothing special. I just got no place else to go.
You can put your hands down, I'm not the government.
Just live down the way and I like to know
who my neighbors are.
Well, I'm just passing through. I'll be gone in the morning.
Make sure that fire's out when you go.
Yeah.
[grunts]
[panting]
It just gets easier and easier.
[phone vibrating]
[sighs]
What?
I made a huge mistake.
Go easy on yourself. You're fragile.
That's very funny.
[sighs]
I miss you, Olive.
I miss concrete and asphalt and car horns,
and easy access to pretty much everything,
so much.
But not you.
It's pronounced asphalt.
Go fuck a landmine.
-[phone beeps] -Fucking asshole.
[phone vibrates]
[panting]
[keys jangling]
[switches clicking]
[radio tuning]
["Just Can't Make It Without You" by Laura Yager playing]
¶ Sometimes ¶
¶ When I'm feeling down ¶
¶ Well maybe I'll just take a little ride ¶
¶ Into town ¶
¶ And turn the radio ¶
¶ Way up high ¶
¶ So I can't hear me ¶
¶ When I cry, oh baby ¶
[Olive grunts]
¶ I just can't take it Without you ¶
[panting]
-[phone keyboard clicking] -[phone beeps]
-[crickets chirping] -[phone beeps]
¶ In my head ¶
[Olive] If you leave a voicemail,
you probably don't know me that well.
-Get up! Get up, we gotta go. -[Uriah] Uh, fuck.
-[Crystal] We gotta go, come on. -[Uriah] What?
-[Uriah] Oh! What? -[Crystal] Olive.
No time to explain, let's go. Get your-- Grab your stuff.
-[Uriah] Okay, uh-- -You're driving, grab the keys.
-[Uriah] Yeah, yeah. Not bad. -[Crystal] The keys.
Dear God,
please, don't be upset that I'm only reaching out
to you now because I'm coming down
from an acid trip and terrified for my life.
Right, plus also not forget that you gave my dad
a chemical imbalance which caused him
to commit suicide. Okay, so just...
get me out of this alive.
We'll call it even. Wipe the slate clean. All right?
All right. Deal.
Amen.
[loud thud]
[gasps] Fuck!
[groans]
Fuck!
Might just have to wash her mouth out with soap.
[Uriah] So, could you maybe, uh,
give me an idea of where we're going?
My daughter's in trouble, Uriah. I can sense it.
Plus, she texted me.
Do you think maybe we should just call the cops?
Uh-uh. This is my chance.
This is my chance to make everything right.
I'll be damned if anyone's gonna take that from me.
Well, what if we get there too late?
And something's already happened to her,
then it's just-- What can we do, 'cause...
honestly...
just speaking from my perspective,
it just seems like maybe this is a little selfish?
'Cause you're...
-If you ask me-- -I didn't!
[Olive] Who-- Who's here?
[Harvey] Goodness gracious, it's...
It's me, Harvey.
The power's out all over. I just came to see if...
you're doin' okay.
Dude, you nearly gave me a heart attack.
I'm so used to coming and going,
I-- I didn't really give it much thought, I'm...
I'm terribly sorry for your trouble.
[sighs] Been some vacation.
Well...
I'll give you a full refund in the morning.
It wouldn't be right any other way.
In the meantime,
you think you could come down here and...
help me with the old backup generator?
Um...
I mean, I'm not really sure how much help I'm gonna be.
I managed to lose my glasses, they must've fallen
between the bed or something.
I'm sure we'll make do.
Okay, all right, uh...
here I come.
Harvey?
[Olive screams]
[tires screech]
[grunts] Shit! Shit! Shit, shit, shit!
Even the 60's had a dark side.
Yeah, guess every utopian dream does, huh?
Oh, hey.
-Uh, light. Someone's coming. -Oh.
[Uriah] Whoa. Hey, hey! This is, uh...
Whoa, well, watch out this guy.
[Olive grunts]
Was just havin' some fun with ya.
[spits]
Those were veneers!
[screams] Oh, God! Jeez!
Hey.
-[David] What happened, guys? -Oh, we got a flat
and we're really in a big hurry.
I've never changed a tire before in my life,
and this one's skill sets don't go far beyond juggling
and playing the bongos.
Could I get a little personal space here, buddy?
Oh, we-- We don't really believe in personal space.
It's like a thing where, you know--
-Uriah! -Sorry. Sorry.
There you go.
I'll get you guys out of here in no time.
Great!
[clattering]
[Harvey panting]
[groans]
[screams]
[Olive] Fuck!
You're a little rascal, aren't ya?
Why are you doing this?
Put down that letter opener.
It's got sentimental value.
Atta girl.
[Olive panting]
Oh, can't thank you enough. It's nice to know
there's still good people out there.
That's right, the beauty is in the moment, isn't it?
-What's his name again? -[Crystal] Uriah.
Fuck off, Uriah.
I'm good, I'm just gonna, you know...
living for the-- No, no.
[sighs]
What the fuck, man!
-What is this? -Used to be my wife's dress.
If this is a sexual thing,
I'm just gonna be straight up with you. I've got HPV.
Special strain that melts old man's dicks off.
It's the very dress she was wearing,
the day she took her own life.
I know what that's like.
My pops killed himself, too.
Small fuckin' world.
My deepest condolences.
So, backtracking, for just a moment.
Um, what the fuck am I doing wearing your dead wife's dress
and why the fuck are you trying to kill me with...
Is that a tomahawk?
Textbook cultural appropriation, man. Jesus.
It's nothing personal. It's not you, it's just, it--
It's everything you represent.
Oh, cool, cool.
So I'm essentially taking this one for the team.
Just my fuckin' luck.
I thought we might have some fun.
Maybe this would be therapeutic. You do play, don't you?
Yeah, I...
It's always been my dream.
When I was a kid...
we didn't have dreams.
We just worked hard.
Then what the fuck are you so nostalgic for?
A time long ago, when men were men
and women knew it. And little girls like you
knew to shut your god damn mouths.
I know... your type.
You like to think that folks like me
are uncultured swine,
but I'm a great admirer of the arts.
As of late, I've been particularly
fascinated by Last Works.
When you get to be my age...
you start to develop
a real strong sense of mortality.
Look, you want me to play the fucking piano
just say, "Play the fucking piano."
-Play the fuckin' piano. -Great!
[Olive sighs]
[Edith] You don't love me, Harvey.
[distorted audio]
-[high-pitched ringing] -[heart thumping]
[Edith] You never loved me.
[distorted audio]
-[high-pitched ringing] -[heart thumping]
[Edith] You don't even know what love is.
[piano playing]
Stop.
I said, stop!
-[Olive screams] -Stop! Stop!
[panting]
You're awful.
Just plain awful.
Tell me that was a joke.
What?
You mean, you didn't know?
Fucking Millennials.
[Crystal] Jesus, Uriah, come on, let's go!
-Oh, Uriah, just stop the car! -[tires screech]
-Oh, God, let's just go. -Oh!
Oh, my God.
Doing a service to mankind.
-Bashing your brains in. -[Olive panting]
Thanks again for coming with me.
-It's been a beautiful journey. -[Olive panting]
-[Crystal] I can't get it open. -[Uriah] It doesn't--
It's locked. Let me see. Um...
[Olive panting]
[knocking on door]
[Crystal] Olive! Baby, are you in there?
-Help! Help me! -[Crystal] Olive!
-Somebody help me, please! -[knocking on door]
Oh, that's my baby. Open the door!
I'm trying to open, it's-- It's locked.
Honey! Open this. Get this open now, come on.
Uriah, get this open.
Oh, that's my baby, open it. Open the door.
[Uriah] This is, like, a deadbolt lock
or something. Look out.
I just need to-- I just gotta focus, okay?
I need some space to focus.
Hare Krishna, Hare Krishna!
Oh. Oh!
I am so gonna let you fuck me when we get home.
-Hey. -[gun cocks]
You just killed my piece of ass, motherfucker.
[gunshots]
[grunts]
[grunting]
[panting]
There's something I really need to tell you.
Are you sure now's the right time?
-This isn't easy for me. -Just-- Just say it.
-You're a terrible pianist. -I know.
You know,
I never told you because I didn't wanna
hurt your feelings. But I realize now
it was the wrong thing to do.
-Mom. -Yes, dear?
-You wanna do me a favor? -Anything. Hmm.
Call me an ambulance.
In case you haven't noticed, I'm bleeding profusely.
You accidentally shot me.
Pretty much a metaphor for our entire relationship.
-Yeah. Go figure. -[dialing]
[phone ringing]
[woman] 911. What is your emergency?
I need an ambulance immediately. My daughter's been shot.
[woman] What's the address, please?
8754 Hillcreek Road.
[woman] Do you know how she was shot?
By me.
-[woman] You shot her? -Yeah.
-But it was an accident. -[woman] Help is on the way.
Please stay on the line.
No, no, I won't stay on the line.
You want me to get cancer? Just get over here.
God, Mom.
Sorry about your friend.
Eh, boys these days, they're a dime a dozen.
Who's the hot mess now, you salty old douchnozzle?
Bankrupt the country, not smart.
Destroy the environment, not cool.
Try to kill me...
not a chance.
Fuckin' baby boomers.
[indistinct radio chatter]
[car door closes]
-[Olive] Three, two, one. -[Crystal] Three, two, one.
[beeps]
I feel good about it if you do.
Yeah.
Your father would have appreciated the effort.
[birds chirping]
-I'm starving. -Let's eat.
[laughs]
["Young and Cold" by The Raveonettes playing]
¶ I saw it you and me ¶
¶ In time part ¶
¶ I get a shiver From broken hearts ¶
¶ I like sun Where it don't shine ¶
¶ I make it hard on anyone ¶
¶ So many restless souls ¶
¶ I don't wanna be Young and cold ¶
¶ In the roll In the spring time dust ¶
¶ I love you way too much ¶
¶ So I wonder where to go ¶
¶ When love lose way too slow ¶
¶ So when hearts stay Will explode ¶
¶ I don't wanna be Young and cold ¶
¶ All talk is a waste of time ¶
¶ 'Cause in dreams You're always mine ¶
¶ Why they burn With such delight ¶
¶ A leave of joy Awake and rhyme ¶
¶ So many times I've lost control ¶
¶ I don't wanna be Young and cold ¶
¶ I saw it you and me ¶
¶ In time apart ¶
¶ I get a shiver From broken hearts ¶
¶ I like the sun Where it don't shine ¶
¶ I make it hard on anyone ¶
¶ So many restless souls ¶
¶ I don't wanna be Young and cold ¶
¶ So many restless souls ¶
¶ I don't wanna be Young and cold ¶
["What I Want" by Swanny playing]
¶ Take it from me ¶
¶ Never ever try to fool me ¶
¶ Take it from me ¶
¶ Never ever try to fool me ¶
¶ I know what I want I know what I want ¶
¶ And I know what I want ¶
¶ I know what I want ¶
¶ I know what I want I know what I want ¶
¶ I know what I want ¶
¶ Take it from me ¶
¶ Never ever try to ruin me ¶
¶ Take it from me ¶
¶ Never ever try to ruin me ¶
¶ I know what I want I know what I want ¶
¶ And I know what I want I know what I want ¶
¶ I know what I want I know what I want ¶
¶ And I know what I want I know what I want ¶
¶ Take it from me ¶
¶ Never ever try to ruin me ¶