"[silence] [scanner sound] [silence]" "♪" "[Dr. Lynn] I know you must still have a lot of questions." "I'm not sure I'll ever be able to answer them all." "You should know I didn't come to apologize, that would've been a bit self-centered, I think." "I'm glad I came." "I miss the three of you every day." "I've often wondered what you all look like grown-up." "Susan, I wish your mother could see what a wonderful mom you've become;" "it would make her proud." "And Win, your spirit is a wonderful gift;" "hang on to it." "And Christian, stop beatin' yourself up." "The words will come." "[typing]" "[Christian] I turned to her and said .turned to her and said... [sighs]" "[Rock N Roll music playing ♪]" "Alright man." "[indistinct chattering]" "Alright man, thank you." "[Friend] Alright." "Hey." "In the bathroom." "[Woman] Do you wanna go first?" "Don't worry, it's fine." "So, how do you know Margo?" "Actually, I just met her tonight." "She's friends with my" "[sniffs]" "Here." "[sniffs]" "Want more, or are you good?" "[music playing]" "[indistinct chatting]" "[knocking]" "[groans]" "[Win] Your phone's off, asshole." "You're late." "[moans]" "[Win] Oh hey, I spoke with Marge's assistant yesterday, and I think she really liked it, Christian." "It's on your laptop, right?" "Sometimes they ask to see some of the older stuff you've written, any papers from college...fuck." "[banging drawers]" "Fuck, are you out of paper towels?" "Oh, my god." "[Win muttering to himself]" "restaurant across the street, behind a red-brick building." "She moved the outdoor tables, preparing them for the upcoming dinner." "I thought you were gonna keep the stuff with the little girl, and the argument with the parents?" "But, you know what, it's good, it's actually better this way." "You listen, man, I know how you feel about using Mom's name or whatever, but her books" "It is not finished." "There's no ending." "I told you it wasn't gonna be ready for today, so just don't get your hopes up." "These guys are used to reading rough drafts." "You have an ending, you just haven't written it yet, right?" "[Christian sighs]" "What time am I picking you up on Friday?" "[Jen] Hey." "Hey." "Uh." "This is my brother Win." "And..." "And" "[Jen] Jen." " It's Jen." "Hi, Jen." "You guys are brothers?" "Yep." "[music playing]" "[no audible dialogue]" "Awesome dude, we're early." "Could've slept another half-hour." "Alright man, this is it." "I'll wait for you in the car." "Alright." "we're coming on Rockville, and then Washington D.C., which is gonna be our last stop before making the overnight trip to New York's Port Authority." "If you'd like to have something to eat, or go to the restroom, we will be stopping for about twenty minutes." "Thank you." "[Win] Like, twenty-five minutes." "And how did he seem?" "I mean, did he look hungover?" " No, he looked fine." "Well, it's good that it's taking so long, right?" "I mean, that means they at least like it." "Yeah, maybe-- maybe" "In fact, that Tom published all Mom's stuff." "I mean that's gotta be good, right?" "Hey, are you guys at the grocery story?" "Sweetie will you go get me some bananas, the cheaper ones?" "Yeah, I'm shopping for dinner for Saturday night, so please, don't be late and be there before 2." "Okay, listen, me and Christian were talking and we decided that your new boyfriend is a real bummer," "I don't have time for your crap, Win." "What did he's say about the awards thing?" "Seriously, he's a fun-sponge, he's the worst!" "Win, what did he say about the awards thing?" "You didn't tell him?" "You've gotta tell him!" "He's gonna be happy for you, I promise." "Oh shit, okay, alright, he's walking over here, shut up." "Shut up, shut up." "Do you know that you sound like a girl sometimes?" "[Charlie] Can we have this?" "Well?" "I'll call you later." "Hey, what happened?" "I'm walkin'." "What'd they say?" "Try something else." "What, like another genre?" "Like another profession." "The only reason I got the interview is 'cause of her anyway, y'know?" "I'll see you later." "[Guy] I saw you on the bus." "There's something kinda fun about traveling by bus, right?" "I'm going to see my nephew for the very first time tomorrow, my hometown." "I was gonna fly, but I just figured," "I don't know, there's something about the road:" "meeting' people, places like this." "I never meet people on planes." "Guess I, I dunno, I just figured it'd be more of an adventure, this way." "[Dr. Lynn] You know, my whole life," "I never really found anything quaint." "[music playing ♪]" "[no audible dialogue] ♪" "[no audible dialogue] ♪" "[no audible dialogue] ♪" "[silence]" "Hey, it's Christian." "Sam, uh-- Samuel's friend." "Yeah, no, I usually pick up from him, but I'm going out of town this weekend." "I was wondering if you guys can deliver out here?" "Um, like, down the block from him." "Okay, well, uh, I can just buy like three, or four grams or whatever." "I just gotta run to an ATM." "Sorry, tickets." "Yeah, I'll be" "No, no, dude, I'll be here all night." "[beeping]" "[cough]" "[knocking on door]" "Hey, man" "Hi, Christian." "We alright?" "How ya been?" "What do you want me to say, Christian?" "This weekend..." "You decide to drop in this weekend?" "I'm not trying to put you on the defensive, that's not why I came" "God damnit!" "Why do you do that?" "Why do you always just try to control it?" "Control what?" "This, talk, everything, why do you-- you know, you try and disarm the whole-- just cut the shit." "Tell me what you want." "I just came to see everyone." "Are out out of your mind?" "Do you actually think that you're gonna go to Susan's?" "Do you have any idea what she would do if she saw you?" "Or Win, even?" "but I thought perhaps in the spirit of your Mom's birthday" "Shut up." "[knocking on door]" "Fuck." "Wait here." "[opens door]" "Hey man, thanks for coming." "[indistinct conversation]" "I don't know, what's going on?" "[Drug Dealer] Oh yeah?" "How long?" "No, that's fine, thank you." "You're the strongest, Christian." "That's why I came here first." "[Christian laughs]" "Did you--do you remember the first time that you left?" "Yes, I do." "Why Tuesday?" "Tuesday?" "The firs time that you left." "It was the day before my birthday, that was a Wednesday." "I'm asking, why not Thursday or Friday?" "That wasn't the first time." "Might be the first you remember, but it" "Whatever, who gives a shit, why Tuesday?" "It wasn't, it had nothing to do with you, Christian." "Nothing." "Okay." "Do you remember what we got you?" "I remember that the gift, it said from Mom and Dad, and that's weird to read, you know?" "Because if it's from Mom and Dad, then where's Dad?" "Had nothing to do with you, Christian." "I have something I want to tell you all." "I need you to take me to your sister's this weekend." "[Christian chuckles]" "Please." "[laughs]" "Oh...alright, you know what?" "I'll drive you there." "But the moment that you step out of my car, you're on your own." "But I'll drive you." "Great." "Thanks." "You can sleep here, there's blankets behind the couch, and there's no smoking in the house." "I quit, haven't had a cigarette" " Great." "There's food in the fridge, and I'm picking Win up at noon." "Great." "Woodsman Supreme, I think." " What?" "That rifle, that gun, that BB gun." "I remember." "That's what we got you." "Yeah, well, I don't remember, so." "Goodnight." "[Kate] Hey." "Hi." "Your buzzer's broken." "You ready?" "Huh?" "I'm here." "I thought I'd save you the trouble of picking me up." "Uh." "Yeah." "One second, okay?" "[phone ringing]" "How are those coming?" " Good." " Good." "Hello?" " Susan." " Yes." " Christian." " Yes?" "Question, would you have any idea why Kate might be standing in my drive way with what looks like a weekend bag at her feet?" "Probably to save you the trouble of picking her up?" "Oh my god, does that mean you haven't left yet?" "What do you mean, picking here up?" "Christian, I can't believe you haven't left yet!" "I promised Charlie you'd be here before bedtime." "Picking her up?" "For what?" "I left you a message last night." "Although I should've figured you wouldn't listen to it." "Why would Kate be coming?" "Um, because I invited her?" "What--why would you do that?" "Because I like her." "You like her, what are you talking about?" "You met her once!" "[whispering] We need some milk for that." "What?" "What?" "I wasn't talking to you." "I met her twice, actually, and I like her." "So what if you like her?" "We broke up--wait." "How--how" "How the hell did you even talk to her?" "I had her address from the thingy." "So you, what, like you sent her a letter?" "It was really nice, actually." "She's great." "You're an idiot." "Susan." "Put two spoonfuls, and then mix it in, and then we need salt and pepper." "Yes." "Look, she's nice, I like her," "Charlie likes her, I thought it'd be fun." "No, don't you think that's gonna send Charlie some mixed signals?" "Me going over there with a girl who's not my girlfriend?" "You showed up to her birthday party wasted, and puked in her bouncy castle." "I think she can handle this." "Look, I'm busy over here, okay?" "I do this thing every year, and it gets more and more boring." "I like her, I thought it would be fun, whatever." "Get over it and get on the road." "I can't believe you sent her a letter." "How was the meeting?" "Uh, great." "I'm really excited to hear about it." "I'll see you when you get here." "Yeah, oka--um." "By the way..." "Oh... motherfucker." "Okay." "Okay." "Okay." "Listen" "Yeah?" "Are you ready, Christian?" "Cause I'm ready, and so is this gentleman here," "There's a few things I need to explain.." "This gentleman who says he's your father." " Come on, you hit me." " There is your father?" "How, how, how is this your father?" "Like I said, there are a few things that I need to explain." "First, okay?" "My father--how do I even start this, um" "How about" "My father is alive." "[Dr. Lynn coughs]" "Sorry, Mr. Lynn, it seems we have a little misunderstanding." "You seem, your son killed you off five years ago." "Okay, see that's actually a really good place to start," " cause it was with Susan" " It's Doctor Lynn, and you can call me Ed." "Oh, you're a doctor." "No, he's a psychiatrist." "Look, my sister thought it would be a better idea" "Oh my god, your mom." "Oh, no no no no, dear She really is dead." " You're, you're scum." " I know." "Scum!" "He walked out, when my mother was sick, when she was in her last days, he left!" "To fucking Bangkok." "Two months before she died." "So Susan thought it would just be easier for legal matters if we just considered him..." "dead." "And that is what we have been doing." " And you--?" " Not a clue." "I've seen him here in going on... seven years." "Well." "That's understandable." "Dear, you can have the front seat." "I'm gonna take a rest in the back." "I don't know what do here, Chris." "I'm not gonna just drive him around like a chauffeur." "Come on." "Bob, get your ass out here!" "Look at you, my god, you're fuckin' old!" "Look at your hair, you're a q-tip!" "Is this what's gonna happen to us?" "Look at you, you're still a scrawny little piss-ant." "Give me a hug." "I'll show you scrawny." "[laughter]" " You give!" " I give, I give." " Man." " Look at you." "I'm gonna meet up with you guys tomorrow night." "I got a thing tomorrow morning." "What thing?" "It's just a luncheon thing." "Oh, you won?" "Are they gonna give you the" "Yeah." "I mean, tomorrow's just the luncheon with the faculty, kind of meet-and-greet bullshit, but..." "He won the Barron's Fellowship for Children's Authors." "That's a big deal." "Why didn't you tell me?" "I, I just found out the other day." " Congratulations, son." " Thank you." "Yeah, man." "Congratulations." "It's awesome." "Alright, so you'll be up there tomorrow?" "Yeah." "Alright, good." "We'll talk." "Okay." "Hey, there's some other publishers I thought we could" "No." "Come here." "Win, just..." "Listen to me." "I know that..." "I haven't been there, as a big brother." "There was a lot of things that I didn't do." "But, when this shit happened" "I'm not saying that you asked me, but I tried." "I did." "I tried to protect you from all the talk, all the people... but that was not something that I wanted to do, that was his fault." "So, I'm asking you to please... don't let me do this alone." "I'm sorry bro, I bailed on that halfway through." "You wh--you tried to do what?" "With who?" "You're such an asshole." "No, come on." "Jeez, you're really scraping the bottom of the jar." "This could be better than I thought." "Here." "That's what he got me." "What?" "Since when do you golf?" "Since, I dunno." "No come on, it's supposed to mean something, what am I supposed to say about this?" "Dude, I dunno, you know she always wanted us to relax and take up hobbies, so..." "that's it." "Alright." "Bye, Kate." " Bye, Dad." " See you, Win." "[music playing ♪]" "♪" "♪" "Can you believe that?" "He just jumped right into his arms," " he didn't even skip a beat." " Win" "He hasn't seen the guy for six fucking years, and it's just like, chuckling', horsing' around." "Well, he's younger, you know, he might not have" "Unbelievable." "What was that thing with the putter?" "Uh, nothing." "He had to give me a gift." "Does gift--your sister said it was just" "No, no." "You don't have to get anything." "Yeah, but it's gonna be weird if everyone's giving gifts" "Look, it was for my Mom's birthday every year." "She made us get each other a gift instead of for her." "It;s like some hippie shit." "And so, when she was dying she made us promise to keep doing it, get each other gifts." "Get together...all that." "Hi." "How you feeling?" "Uh, jet lag, I guess." "Where are you coming from?" "Burma." "Never been to Bangkok, by the way." "Oh my god, the book." "Burma." "I remember you researching it." "The hook's about all this?" "Uh...partly." "What am I saying, of course I believe it, this is you we're talking about." "Believe me, you don't even wanna know why I didn't tell you" " What's Burma like?" " Just trust me on that." "No, please, keep it to yourself." "What's Burma like?" "You want to know?" "Why don't you ask him about the girl he was fucking when my Mom died." "That's not exactly" "So, I'm very sorry that I didn't bring all this up on our first date." "Okay?" "First date?" "We went out for eight months." "Oh, yeah, I don't feel good." "Do not feel good." "Well." "What?" "You don't feel well." "[music playing ♪]" "You don't feel well." "You don't feel well." "This is why we broke up." "Hey." "Hey." "What are you doing?" "What are you doing?" "I'm sorry, does it bother you?" "No, it's great!" "Jeez, that why we broke up?" "I thought it was cause you were sleeping with other people." "Woodsman Supreme." "Rifle." "You must remember it." "Did you like it?" "What?" "The rifle, did you like it?" "Yeah, I dunno." "Hey, you wanted it, you asked for it for weeks," "What rifle are you talking about?" "I don't know, this BB gun that they got me for my birthday." "Did you like it?" "I'm--I never fired the thing." " You never fired it?" " No." "Why didn't you fire it?" "Cause the fucking thing didn't come with BBs!" "Christ!" "I don't get it!" "How--how are you fine with this, how are you not just running away right now?" "Well, your sister invited me, she sent me a letter." "I thought it'd be fun." "Oh yeah, this is fun?" "Yeah, this is fun." "Let him walk, let him walk..." "Huh?" "You don't know, of course you don't know." "[Alan] Ladies." "Hi." "Monkey, you're naked again." "Alright, why don't you go upstairs, put on another pair of pants, okay?" "No, I just did a load of laundry." "No, no, no, it's okay." "And come back down, help your Mom with the groceries, alright?" "Do it like a monkey?" "[Makes monkey sounds]" "I just feel like I can't" "It'll pass." "Just like every year." "Oh, I gotta finish some stuff, so I'll be home late." "Okay?" "He just smoked another joint and passed out." "Has he always smoked pot in front of you guys?" "It would explain a lot..." "you know." "Christian, I didn't even care about the drug use at first" "Are you talking about this?" "What did I say about talking about this?" "You said you didn't want to talk about it." "And you're doing it anyway." "But if you listen to me, I'll make it" "And you're still doing it." "Right." "I'm gonna move to another table." "I was wrong." "What did you say?" "You heard me." "No, I'm pretty sure that I didn't." "Look, I have no idea what it's like to through life with that kind of baggage." "This must be very hard for you." "Okay?" "I was wrong." "But" "No, no, no, no, no." "Just be quiet." "Let's just sit here for a minute in, uh...your wrongness." "I'm gonna drink my water." "It tastes amazing." "You know, I found a gray hair this morning." "Where?" "Where?" "On my head." "I found a gray hair." "I know, you've got lots of them." " What?" "No, I don't." " Sure you do." "I used to count them when you were asleep." "I'm twenty-five years old, I don't have gray hairs." " You're twenty-seven." " Whatever." "Old people have gray hairs." "My father has gray hair." "I think it's a good look." "Used to watch me when I slept?" " Sometimes." " Some crazy" " Well" "You know, I liked it better when it was just sitting here in silence." "And the pajama mystery continues." "Sure is a mystery how these pajamas keep ending up in my room." "We're gonna have to find out who's doing that." "Okay." "I'm going back down, alright?" "Sweet dreams." "Love you." "Love you." "Alright, listen." "We're gonna have to devise a bit of a strategy here." "For what?" "For Susan." "Alright." "Hey." "Hey." "Hey, what are you doing?" "I have a plan." "Hey there." "Hey." "Hey there." "That was your big plan." "Get out." "Susan?" "What, he" "He shows up at my hou-- what do you want me to do?" "Listen to me." "I don't know what is wrong with you that that would make you think scenario was even remotely acceptable, okay, but I want you to get that man the hell away from my house." "Right now, do you hear me?" "And go with him if you want." "Okay, can you just relax, Susan?" "Relax?" "You fucking asshole, I have a child upstairs." "And I know that with your, with your drinking, and your partying, and whatever the hell else you're doing down there, you can't begin-- by the way, I heard that you showed up hungover?" "And--and a mess, to the-- to the interview that Win went out of his way to get for you?" "Yeah." "Yeah, right." "Well I know that you, with your pickled brain cannot begin to comprehend what it means to have a child, so I won't try to explain that to you." "I just want you to get him the hell away from my house right now, okay?" "'kay, wow." "Bet you're glad you got all that off your chest." " Yeah, I am." " Good." "Well, this is, I can't believe you brought him into my house." " What is wrong with you?" " Mom." " Hey, Charles." " Charlie, sweetie" "Don't call her that-- Go back to bed, okay?" "Say goodnight to your Uncle Christian and go back to bed, please?" "We'll go to the spot tomorrow, alright?" "G'night." "Look..." "He said that he has things that he needs to explain to us." "Christian, come on." "What do you think he's doing here, huh?" "What do you think, do you think that he's here to make amends or something?" " Are you really that naive?" " No." "No." "I know." "I know, I know." "But, I don't know..." "Well, I mean, haven't you ever even thought about it?" "Don't you want to at least hear his reasons?" "I mean, I don't understand." "I never understood." "But..." "I just want to know..." "I don't--I just want to know." "Hi, Kate." "Nice to see you." "Christian tells me you have something to say to us?" "Hi, Susan." "Yes, I do, but I'd like to wait for your brother to get here?" "I'd like to have you here all together." "[Susan] Chris?" "The other shed." "Well, it's a good as can be expected." "Yep." "Um, listen..." "Susan's daughter doesn't really know about you yet." "So I kind of think it's best if you keep your distance, okay?" "You guys ever try to publish any of this?" "Mom's writing?" "Too good for it to be sittin' here in the shed." "Is that what those are?" "I had no idea." "Oh, you don't really have a bathroom, so..." "Christian, I never wanted to be a father." "Yeah, that's clear." "Never even crossed my mind." "Never even occurred to me that I could be one until I met your Mom." "We make sacrifices." "Right." "I'm a person." "That's all I'm saying." "Even before I was your father." "This is perfect." "You know, there's a lot of things I don't wanna do, but I do them anyway." "[birds chirping]" "[indistinct yelling inside]" " Hey." " Hey." " How's it going?" " Good." "Good." "Sleep well?" "I did, thank you." "You?" "Yeah, yeah, yea." "Yeah." "It's nice out, right?" "Uh, no." "Um, actually I think I'm just gonna probably go upstairs." "Okay." " I'll see you later." " Yeah." " Alright." " Alright." "Good talk." "What's your problem?" "It's just a frog." " Come on, just once." " No" "No, no." "Get that fucking thing away from me." "You're not supposed to talk like that in front of me." "You're such a baby." "What, yeah, alright, fine," "I'm a baby, but you know what?" "Ha!" "You hear that?" "My fifty year old uncle is a baby." "Did you say fifty?" "Come on!" "Chris!" " Nope." " Just one time." "Chris." "Told you not to touch me with that thing." "You're on drugs." "Like a fucking crazy person." "Pretty sure you're on drugs." "[music playing ♪]" "Hey." "You know any boys that like kissing girls with warts" "That's what you're gonna get if you keep touching those things." "I don't kiss boys." "Fair enough, Charles." "Fair enough." "Don't touch me with those things." "Jesus." "If you didn't know me, and you just saw on the street, how old do you-- would you think that I am?" "I don't know." "Forty?" " Don't be an asshole." " Walk faster." "Do you feel sick?" " No." "Why, do you?" " Yep." "Like, stomach-sick?" "Or nauseous-sick?" "Or like, home sick?" "Or...what kind of sick?" "All of the above, my friend." "All of them?" "Except for home-sick." "Yeah, I guess you wouldn't miss your apartment." "Two subways, and then the Metro-North and the bus." "That's crazy!" "Hi, you guys." " Charlie, hey!" " Hi Kate!" "You guys go to town?" "Do you know why birds don't get electrocuted when they're on wires?" "No." " Mom?" " No." "I don't know." "Cause they're not grounded." "Isn't that the stupidest thing you've ever heard?" "Like, what does that even mean?" "You're the stupidest thing I've ever heard." "Who's that man outside?" "Um, that is--that is..." "Christian's friend." " Oh." " What?" "How can you--how does that even possibly make sense to you?" "That's not my friend." "That guy is old." "That's my friend's Dad-- who is a lot older." "Christ." "Charlie, go in and wash your hands." "Okay." "What, I don't want her thinking that I hang out, like, with creepy old guys who do karate in the grass." "She already has no concept of age as it is." "Jesus." "I forgot that he did that shit." "I know, so did I." "What's up with, um, Alan?" "What do you mean?" "I heard you guys this morning." "Oh god, Christian, grow up." "People have problems." "They work 'em out, it's not a big deal." "Life isn't just, one big party." "Yeah, alright, you said that already." "Well, it seems like I have to keep repeating it." "Here, the last thing I want is him passing out in my front lawn." "I told Charlie to go a friend's from six to nine, so.." "Dinner?" "It's pretty silly-looking, isn't it?" "It's from Susan." "Well, I was feeling a little bit thirsty." "Thank you, Susan." "Sorry, go ahead?" "No, nothing." "It's not my business, right?" "No, no." "What?" "What is it?" "Um...the girl." "Who is she?" "She was one of his patients." "I know he seems like a really charming man, Kate." "She also wanted me to pass along to you are invited to dinner, if you would like." " Oh, that's great." "I'd love to come to dinner, I've got some things to do in town, but I'll be back for dinner." "Well--I mean, we're walking into town, if you want to join." "Thanks." "Um, I got some stuff I gotta do here first, so I'll probably go in later, but you can bet I'll at dinner." " Thank Susan for me, will ya?" " Yep." "Heard your meeting didn't go well." "Really, I hear you've been quite the partier." "What is it with this parties thing?" "I go out sometimes." "That's what people do in the city, they go out." "Other times, I stay home and I read." "So, when you're not at home reading..." "How long do you think it took for me to find out about that college girl?" "What, like a week after we broke up." "Yeah, kinda like that uh, kind of like that tattoo guy?" "From your building?" "First of all, we've never." "Second of all, at least he's an adult." "What does--what does that mean?" "Well, was is she?" "Eighteen?" "Oh, Jesus Christ." "are we gonna just make this about a girl being younger and uh...hey, hey Charles?" "Can you keep up?" "Younger and what?" "About a girl being younger than you." " Dude." " Christian." " What?" " I gotta pee." "Alright, yeah, come on, we'll go pee." "Together." "You were gonna say younger and prettier." "[Pat] Mr. Lynn!" "Pat!" "Holy shit." " Hey, Pat." " Hey, Squirt." "Pat, dude." "Holy shit, man, how are ya?" "You look good, man." "I feel good." "You smell good, too." "Of course I do." "You decided on a bike yet, Charlie?" "No." "Tryin' to get this one on a moped." "Yeah." "Oh, this is my friend Kate." "Pat, Kate." "Can I go to the bookstore?" "Yeah." "We'll meet you at the grocery store in like, half an hour?" "Nice to meet you." "So how long are you staying?" "Uh, just a couple days." "Yeah?" "Is Win here?" "Is Win around?" "Chris?" "Um." "Yeah." "Yeah, he's on his way up." "Grab a beer." "So what is there to get into up here, nowadays?" "Honestly, I don't even know anymore." "Remember that kid Jerome used to hook us up?" "He pretty much settled down, two kids." " What?" " Yeah." "That fucking guy?" "Yeah, for a couple of years now." "I was wonderin' if I was gonna bump into you." "I saw your Dad walk into McAfee's with that girl." "What's going on there?" "Alan, please, I would really like it if you stayed tonight." "Look, it's just really weird, Susan." "I don't wanna be here." "And I don't think Charlie should be either, but that's up to you." "Oh, come on, Alan." "I'll call you tonight." "Het got called in." "He's not gonna be able to make dinner." "Aw, that's a shame." "Really would've like to have met him." "Yeah, he's really great." "He loves Charlie a lot, so..." "Everybody inside?" "They all went to town." "I have to get back to making dinner, so" "Can I help?" "Would that be okay?" "I can't cook, but I can dice and chop with the best of 'em." "Sure, I'll find something for you to do." " to be this big deal around here, because she was so young, and she was a patient of his." "Not to mention how protective everyone was of my mother, cause she was sick, it was on the news," "Susan hadn't been in town for awhile..." "Did he see you?" "No." "She and him were just sitting there," " Win's here!" "drinking coffee." "Like nothin" " Yo." "Hey." " Hey." " I just saw Dad in town" " You remember these?" "We scared the shit out of Susan with these things, like did we blow up her dollhouse?" "He was with Annie Patsy." " Wait, what?" " He was with Annie Patsy." "I mean" "I think her hair was different, like she's a person now, you know, but that was her." "God dammit...alright, listen, just relax, let's think this through." "I mean, we don't know what they were..." "It's just a dinner, there's no reason to ruin it for Susan." "How--what are you-- ruin it for Susan?" "We bring it up, and this whole night's going to turn into some..." "I mean, she's all glowing because of my thing today, and everybody's..." "I mean, they're cooking together downstairs." "Oh yeah, right." "Yeah." "How'd it go by the way?" "Oh, it was whatever." "Stupid." "Um, well did you get a office?" "I mean, what, do they give you money?" "Yeah, this small little off-- I mean, it's nothing." " Why do you that?" " What?" "Why do you always downplay your shit in front of me?" "Like oh, it's nothing, it's small, like, like you think I'm not going be proud of you?" "You think I'm gonna be jealous?" "That girl ruined our family, and just because you all get to play with Dad for the weekend, you know, fine, don't worry about it," "I'm not gonna ruin everyone's time here." "[laughing]" "No, no, no, that wasn't the last of it." "You remember what he did, didn't you?" "He didn't speak the whole weekend, three days without a peep." "And you remember what your Mom did." "How hard she tried to trick him into talking?" "She went over the neighbor's, called the house, in the vain hope that Christian would pick up the phone." "[laughing]" "He was so upset when he said hello, do you remember that?" "Oh, you were so stubborn, and he was so cute, Kate." "What's the matter, Chris?" "Takin' another vow of silence?" "Susan, this was delicious." "I think it's better than Diane's." " Thank you." " Better than whose?" "It's my Mom's recipe." "You know that my Mom's name is Diane." " You know that." " Sorry." "And it's hard to improve on what she did, but I think you've done it;" "my compliments." "Thank you." "And Win, I'm very proud of you." "Thank you." "And what about Mom?" "Of course." "To Mom." " To Mom." " To Mom." "Oh, before I forget, in keeping with the spirit of the weekend..." "Win?" "Aw." "Dad, thanks." "Oh, wow." " Oh my god, that's amazing." " What's up?" "Mom." "I've never seen her at that age." "Yea, me neither." "Susan." "Thank you." "I found it in the back, there." "Thought you'd want it." "Oh, my god." "Thank you, I remember." "I remember her wearing this, do you remember this?" "Yeah." " Thank you." " You're welcome." "And what about me?" "What'd you get to win me over?" "Christian.." "What?" "Compliments the food, brings a couple of presents, and that's it?" "He's back in?" "And we're just supposed to pretend that everything's okay?" " Stop it, what are you doing?" " Hmm?" " What are you doing?" " Nothing." "Sorry." "Nothin'." "Everything's fine." "He's not a pervert." "You're not depressed." "I'm not a complete fuckin' loser." "and Win's not a... faggot." "Nice." "Now you wonder why we don't include you in anything." "Hey, you." "Hey." "Where were you today?" "Hmm?" "Dad had a date today." "Who was that?" "Who did you have a date with?" "I had a lunch with Annie." "What?" "Yeah, no big deal!" "Annie, by the way, is the girl that he molested." "Girl?" "She was nineteen years old" "What, were you just catching up?" "Alright, that's enough." "I think I'm gonna step out for a smoke." "I thought you quite smoking." "Oh, and hey, we're all here now, I thought you had something to tell us." "The hell is he doing with her?" "Oh, maybe he got horny." "Christian..." "What do you think, Susan?" "What do I think?" "How do I know?" "God, I knew this was gonna happen." "You live here, you know where all this better than we do..." "I don't--I don't know what her deal is, Win?" "Do you know the lengths that I have gone to get away from this?" " You had to say something?" " Fuck you." "Did you know anything about this?" "He said something before dinner, but..." " all I know is" " Hold on, shut up." "Charlie?" "Charlie?" "What?" "Sweetie, it's time to get ready for bed." " Okay." " Thank you." " Bye." " Goodnight, kid." "It's late for her, so..." "Kate, another glass of wine, perhaps?" "I'll take some." "Thank you." "Jesus Christ..." "What's for dessert?" "[glass shatters]" "Fuck." "Fuck." "Kate, could you hand me that glass of wine." "Thank you so much." "Mom, I can't find my pajamas." "Okay, come on sweetie, I'll be" "Okay." "Whoops." "What the hell are you talking to my daughter about?" "She just told me that you said that Young-Kim was" "Whatever, is in heaven with mom?" "His wife, your step-mother, is in heaven with mother?" "Why would you say something like that to her?" "I said she was with her grandmother," "Charlie asked, in heaven, I smiled." "What does that mean?" "You know what that means." "She's dead." "She died a month ago." "Cancer." "Same shit." "We're supposed to give a shit about someone we never even met?" "That's your choice, son." " How is that my choice?" " Well..." "How is that my choice?" "You decided, all of you, not to come to the wedding." "You decided not to return any correspondence." "It's your choice things are they way they are." "What?" "I didn't ask to be in charge okay?" "The decisions had to be made-- I did what I thought was best." "So you stopped him from contacting us?" "Oh my god, this is getting better and better, isn't it?" "Give me a break, it's-- it's him, the second he walks in the house, he's the problem, he's the cancer," "Oh, that's a new one." "What did I do to deserve that?" "How about abandoning my mother on her deathbed, huh?" "It's us Susan, he abandoned us." " You think I wanted to do that?" " To abandon our mother on her- [rapid pounding]" "We had a pact." "I don't expect any of you to understand this, but we had a pact." "After your grandmother died, before any of you were born, before any of this" "We said, no matter what-- no matter what..." "Neither would watch the other one die." "And this wasn't one of those promises you make as a kid and think you let go of when you get older, this defended who we were." "You think I wanted to go?" "Oh, I tried." "And every time I came back-- but your mother... she marched to a different drum." "And she told me to go, and I went." "This is the big revelation you came back to tell us?" "That's really admirable." "I didn't expect any of you to understand." "Get out of my house." "You think you knew your mother?" "Why?" "Because she mothered you?" "Because she loved you?" "Because she baked you cakes, you think you knew her?" "Did you know her neck?" "I knew her neck." "Did you know the smell of her sex?" "Did you know what made the palm of her hand perspire?" "She was my partner." "And I left her on her deathbed as you so eloquently put it, because I loved her more than I loved you." "That's the truth." "And that is what I'm guilty of." "We made a choice, she and I, and it may be impossible for you to comprehend, but I will be God-damned If I didn't honor it." "Hey." "Hey." "Hey." "You loved her so much that you fucked a girl behind her back?" "It wasn't behind her back." "[crickets chirping]" "Suse, where does this go?" "In the oven." "That's the stove, Win." "In the oven, inside." "What's a broiler?" " What are you doing?" " Where's my jacket?" "You're going out?" "Yeah." " You're going out?" " Yes, I'm going out." "You know what, do whatever the hell you want." "I'm not doing these weekends anymore." "It's a waste of fucking time." "Okay, so great, stop inviting me to these fucking things." "Sorry to pull you away from your busy schedule, Christian." "What did you say?" "I said, at least it's an excuse for you sober up, one weekend out of the year." "Oh, okay." "Is that Dr. Seuss, who's gonna give me a lecture?" "Yeah, maybe I'm sick of always having to take care of you." "Yeah, well, I can take care of myself, so thank you anyway." "When was the last time you and I hung out, and you weren't wasted?" "What are you doing?" "What are you like, are you trying to segue into what," "Nah, how could you have a problem if you haven't OD'd?" "No, you've managed to keep it on this recreational level." "That way we can all pretend everything's fine, but it's not." "You've changed, man." "It's been like this since" "Oh my god." " It's been like" " Shut up." "It's been like this since Mom died." " There it is." " He's right, Christian." "Please spare me the psychological bullshit just for tonight." "Okay?" "You know, I thought having to stomach Dad for this weekend wasn't gonna be enough." "Come on, I mean at what you've been doing all these years since she died." "What?" "What the fuck you have you been doing?" "Asshole, she means that you've been obsessing about it for the last five years, writing it down." "Wait a minute." "Is this wh" "Is this why you're here, is this why you invited her here?" "So you guys can sit me down right now, and have this talk?" "You're such like a lonely-- what are you even doing here in the first place?" "What, like you call my family and tell them I have a drug problem cause you don't have a family of your own to deal with?" "Christian, stop it, she doesn't have call your family, you think that--you think that I can't see myself that you're throwing your life away?" "Okay, Susan?" "Go fuck yourself." "You?" "The girl is prettier than you." "So what?" "And you?" "You know what?" "I didn't go to your fucking reading." "And if you think that anyone can endure this shit, without at least being a little high, you're out of your fucking mind." "[vomits]" "Jesus." "You okay?" "You looking for Kate?" "You were were kind of rough on her before." "If there was button I could press to take Win's prize away, I would." "No, you wouldn't." "Do you feel happy when you hear good news?" "Other people's good news?" "Even your best friend, I mean genuine happiness." "I don't know how I felt when Mom died, but I remembered this sense that the whole thing would make me appear more interesting, isn't that fucked up?" "I actually thought her death would improve my image." "Yeah." "Goodnight." "I left your present by the couch." "[raindrops falling]" " You need more blankets?" " Hmm?" "Were you cold last night?" "Uh-uh." "I'm fine." "You know it's not your fault, right?" "He's always taken advantage of you, Christian." "You're the sensitive one." "You were gonna say weak." "No, I wasn't." "Came in here to make nice with you." "So go ahead." "I just did." "That was you making nice?" "Yeah, it was." "Sweet dreams." "[birds chirping]" "Hey." "What'd he take?" "I don't think he took anything out of here." "I think just Mom's writing, from the other shed." "That makes sense." "Probably the only reason he came back." "It's just as well." "Oh come on, we weren't doing anything with it, it was just rotting in there." "Oh, hey!" "At least he didn't take Mom's typewriter." "Check it out, this is sweet." "That's not Mom's, that's yours." "How so?" "That's your present, I forgot it was in here." " Really?" " Yeah." "The guy said Hemingway used the same kind." "Aw, Susan." "Thank you, this is awesome." " You're welcome." " Thank you." "Well, I guess we're doing presents now." "Want me to get your putter?" "What?" "What putter?" "What, you told him what you got him?" "No, he didn't tell me-- I got it." "Come on, Susan, We get our own gifts, now." "You guys get our own gifts?" "And..." "I didn't get you anything, and I'm sorry." "Susan, seriously, I'm sorry." "Just tell me what you want, I'll get it." "Okay." "I know what I want." "Okay." "One month, sober." "You asked me what I wanted." "Okay." "One month, we'll take it from there." "One day at a time." "Alright." "Fine." "Just as long as we don't ever say anything like that, ever again." "Then I'll do it." "I'm gonna kill myself." " Thank you." " No, Susan, thank you." "What do you think?" "Yeah, I'm so far from able to answer that question." "Not bad." "When do you want to take off?" "Hey, can you take Kate?" " Yeah." "Why?" "Just tell her, uh..." "Never mind, I'll tell her." "Okay." "You uh... [ping]" "I'm just gonna stay here a couple days." "What are you gonna do?" "Well, first... load the magazine in the well." "Slide the cocking handle until it clicks." "Place the butt flat against my shoulder." "Aim down the sights till the floating dot is right in the middle." "[fwip] [ping]" "Guys." "He left a note." "What's it say?" "I don't know, nothing." "And he goes on and on and on, but it's just the same crap." "It's meaningless, I don't know, it's talk." "It's just talk." "What do you think this is?" "[music playing ♪]" "♪"