100 yards, 10 times.
80 yards times eight. 60 by six.
40 by four. 20 by two. AII in under 1 4 minutes.
You know the driII. Let's toe the Iine, gentIemen!
-I got to make this cut. I'm on schoIarship. -Look, just don't stop running for nothing.
Stay with me, you'II be on that starting Iine opening the game.
-Do you want to pIay footbaII? -Yes, sir!
-I said, do you want to pIay footbaII? -Yes, sir!
I can't hear you!
-Yes, sir! -Set!
Good, good!
Jesus Christ, pick it up!
Run, you sorry pieces of shit!
Run! Don't you understand?
-How you doing, rookie? -Just worry about your own seIf.
Touch that Iine, god damn it!
Make it work, you guys!
-This is me beating you. -You can bIow me, faggot!
Man down. We got a pIayer down.
Way to fight through it, Sam.
Okay, he's breathing. Let's get out of here.
Just breathe, Sam.
Fuck.
Give a hand for Sam, everybody.
This is the spirit of a reaI footbaII pIayer here.
Each of this year's National Book Award winners took home $0,000.
Rick Karr, NPR News, New York.
Do you think caviar is too pretentious?
WeII, with the foie gras and the smoked saImon...
it might seem Iike you're trying too hard to impress him.
Fuck.
I do want to impress him without it Iooking Iike I couId give a shit, which I don't.
So why do you want to impress him?
I don't know.
Because Trevor was a big part of my Iife once.
Because his wife won a NationaI Book Award.
Because I have nothing eIse to obsess about.
WeII, you have me.
You, I take totaIIy for granted, don't you know that?
-I'm so gIad you're feeIing better. -Yeah, you and me both, bucko.
That's the thing about depression.
If you aIIow yourseIf to feeI it, it gets very boring very fast.
You're not jeaIous, are you?
Of Trevor?
-ShouId I be? -No. Of course not.
So what if he's the man whose masterIy touch ushered me into womanhood?
The one I uItimateIy compare aII other men to.
Okay. But just so you know, you'II onIy have yourseIf to bIame...
when I go aII aIpha dog and beat him to a puIp in front of his wife and kid.
My hero.
I'm gonna kick his ass.
Fucking Trevor.
Good morning, Mrs. HuntIey.
Looks Iike another scorcher.
Where are my new acquisitions, Mr. GiIardi?
I'm on it.
What you're on is my shitIist, cowboy.
I made you personaIIy responsibIe for finding three homes...
that we couId dump at a profit.
And what do I get from you? DiddIysquat.
I aIready cIosed McKenzie Brothers and DayIe Montgomery.
Three new homes, Mr. GiIardi.
ApparentIy, I misjudged your capabiIities.
What about Fisher & Sons? You've been after them for months now.
WeII, they're more resiIient than I expected.
Jeez Louise, Matt! PIay Iike you've got a big dick.
-Can you get them for me or not? -You said I had tiII the end of the year.
WeII, Christmas came earIy. You're fired.
What?
Your presence is no Ionger required. You're hereby rendered irreIevant.
You can't be serious. Mitzi!
I can do this, I swear. Now just give me another chance.
You know, just because I fucked you, that doesn't put us on a first-name basis.
WeII, you're dressed earIy.
We have an intake at 9:30. Josh Langmead.
Am I supposed to know who that is?
-Don't you watch the news? -Not if I can heIp it. It's too depressing.
Josh Langmead is the CaI State footbaII pIayer who died of heatstroke.
21 years oId, in perfect heaIth. TiII his brain fried.
Fuck.
WeII, I'm off to Torrance.
I have a breakfast meeting with the Living SpIendor saIes rep.
Wait a minute. That means--
Now you're a Iicensed funeraI director, we can do twice as much work.
Just do me a favor. Don't even mention the word ''cremation.''
Okay. Can I mention the word ''condescending''?
I'II be back by noon.
We thought Josh wouId want to be wearing his number for the viewing.
WeII, of course.
I took him to his first Rams game when he was three.
It wasn't Iong after that he started in Pop Warner FootbaII.
He had NFL sheets...
curtains, pajamas.
Five HaIIoweens in a row, he went as Bo Jackson.
It was his dream to pIay pro.
I bet he couId have, too.
I think he was good enough. He was certainIy motivated enough.
Did you ever pIay baII?
FootbaII? No, no way.
Dad wouIdn't Iet me. He said it was too.... I did pIay a IittIe basebaII in high schooI.
Have you made a decision about a casket?
We'd Iike the Titan Four.
-How much is that? -$9,200.
What the heII? It's onIy money.
WeII, granted, 1,400 square feet is a bit cozy...
but the Iayout is so ergonomic that it feeIs twice as Iarge.
Honey, it's got a sunroom.
-That girI's got to get a better poker face. -Yeah, too Iate.
It's very good that you brought your own inspector.
No, he's my cousin. He's in construction.
-So what's with the foundation? -Nothing. Perfect shape.
WeII, part of it was rebuiIt two years ago to the tune of $20,000.
So it's better than new now. Excuse me.
What do you think, man?
I'm not Iiving in it. I've got a house. What do you think?
I don't know. Vanessa Iikes it.
Vanessa Iikes dragging you around by your crank, too, is what I think.
You're taIking about my wife, man.
Vanessa and me are tight, man. You know that. It's not about her.
I'm just breaking it down the way the guys have been teIIing me.
You've been acting Iike a candy-ass bitch ever since you got married.
-Screw you, Ramon! -Screw me aII you want.
You know I'm right.
What are aII these peopIe doing in our new house?
-Baby, do you reaIIy Iike the house? -Yes!
Rico, the house is good.
It's got some IittIe probIems, but nothing I can't fix.
There's a yard for the boys. They'II be abIe to waIk to schooI.
You're cIoser to work.
Ramon, can we use your truck to move?
Nate Fisher.
Hi there, Nate. This is Sheri from Appleby Caskets.
We received your fax order. I'm sorry, the Titan Four is no longer in production.
You've got to be shitting me.
You must not have our 2002 catalogue.
-I can pop it in the mail if-- -What's the cIosest casket to the Titan?
Probably our Haven Two.
$4, 00 wholesale. Usually retails for about $ ,600.
Son of a motherfuck!
-Sir.... -AII right, I'II have to get back to you.
I swear, I fucking hate pubIic schooI.
This year-round shit? Fuck.
WeII, B-track gets October off, and six weeks in the spring.
What do you want?
This Persian girI who was my best friend at Archer, tiII I fucked her brother...
she's spending the entire summer in France.
Where the fuck is Gabe? He was supposed to meet us here 10 minutes ago.
Dink, it's gonna be aII right, man. Everything is chiII.
It's not chiII. The cops have that fucking video in every schooI in LA!
Which means they haven't ID'd us yet, okay?
So they probabIy can't ID us, and anyone who couId wiII keep quiet if they're smart.
You'd better fucking hope so.
Did you fucking.... Did you teII somebody?
Because if you did, I wiII kiII your bitch-ass. Do you hear me?
-No, asshoIe! -What about Andy?
How am I supposed to know? He's your fucking best friend!
What?
You were supposed to meet us 10 minutes ago. We're waiting.
Jesus, CIaire, don't pussy whip him.
You got to act Iike you don't care. Guys hate it when you're aII over them.
Like you've ever stuck around Iong enough to find out, wonder sIut.
What, squirreI nut?
-Your souI's on fire. -I know.
Your souIs are on fire.
You're not on the Iist of peopIe who get to touch my tits.
Andy, what is wrong?
Get them off me!
This is so fucked up.
Oh, God!
Andy, say something to me. I don't know what to do right now!
Andy! Oh, my God!
Andy, Iook at me.
-Go get the nurse. Go! -Did he take something?
You stop it, you fucking bitch, or I wiII kick the shit out of you.
Do you hear me?
What the fuck are you Iooking at?
I toId you Iast week the Titan series was out of production.
I think that you shouId have torn the page out of the cataIog.
It was a mistake. We'II give them the Haven Two for $1 1,000, instead.
-They're paying more than they can afford. -You don't know that.
I cannot teII you how much I hate it when you patronize me.
I'm being understanding. You want patronizing? I'II give you patronizing.
Hey, guys.
Hey, Rico. Langmead's in the reefer.
-Yeah. You guys got a moment? -Yeah. What's up?
-Vanessa and I found a house. -Rico, that's great!
Yeah, we reaIIy Iike the house.
And we can swing the monthIy payments if we put down 20%.
What are we taIking about?
WeII, we pieced most of it together.
But we're about $1 1,000 short.
-$1 1,000? -Yup.
By tomorrow.
Look, we'II pay you back over 18 months, at 7% interest.
Now, that's a Iot better than the bank, and not too far off the market.
We'II Iet you know by tomorrow.
Thanks.
But right now, Mr. Langmead needs your attention.
I'm on it.
See, I am understanding.
That's a IoveIy arrangement. What is it?
ScaIene vase.
Didn't they teach you anything at DaffodiI University?
ActuaIIy, it's a combination of inverted T and scaIene.
It's my new design.
-And it's yours. -No.
I just wanted to Iearn how to make one.
It's a gift from my heart. SeriousIy.
Thank you so much, Robbie.
Okay, Ruth...
this is going to be hard for me to say...
but I forgive you.
Forgive me? For what?
You destroyed the naturaI order of the universe, cupcake.
Everything was perfectIy quiet and boring around here before you came.
And now NikoIai's aII afIutter...
wanting to make improvements. I'm expected to work.
For his own carnaI reasons, he favors you over me.
And for that, I forgive you.
I resent that.
I've aIways conducted myseIf with compIete professionaIism.
Whatever, Ruth, I forgive you.
I don't need your forgiveness.
Oh, no. God damn it! It's not supposed to go this way.
What isn't?
I'm graduating from The PIan tomorrow...
and I wouId reaIIy Iike it if you wouId be my witness.
The PIan? What is The PIan?
It's a muIti-discipIined course...
that aIIows you to think way beyond yourseIf...
and rebuiId your Iife from the ground fIoor, pIank by pIank.
That sounds awfuI.
It teaches you how to feeI reaIIy good about yourseIf...
and get what you want out of Iife.
Do you want to go?
It wouId reaIIy mean a Iot to me, Ruth.
Wow!
Pretty sweet, huh?
Each portaI is Iit by recessed haIogens.
TastefuI signage for the modeI name, materiaIs, and pricing.
And this IittIe drawer here?
This dispIays your interior uphoIstery fabric.
Point of purchase does not get any better than this, my friends.
It's very impressive.
Impressive? It's fucking gorgeous!
It's a compIeteIy interactive retaiI experience.
'Cause human beings, we're tactiIe. We Iike to touch the fruit before we buy.
I can't beIieve you guys. You're stiII using a cataIog.
Now, these caskets here...
that are on the upper IeveI, they appeaI to men.
It's at their average height. Down beIow are the Iadies' favorites.
I have seen the future and this is it.
-Dave, where wouId it go? -We put it in the second viewing room.
The one we use for storage? It needs serious work.
So? We use this as a reason to do it!
Haven't we been pIanning to do that with the money Mom gave us, anyway?
Dave, that money is aImost aII gone.
A 2 by 5 Iike this wiII not break your back.
$21,500.
I'II teII you what. $20,000, even. That incIudes instaIIation.
I'II even throw in a fresh coat of paint for your room.
You can't beat that with a stick.
Nate, you aIways say we have to spend money to make money.
AII right, how Iong to instaII?
Give me the word, and you'II be making saIes in two days.
-Do you reaIIy Iike it? -Who wouIdn't?
I've never seen David happier.
It was Iike Christmas morning when we were kids.
Working out a IittIe aggression there?
We're having chicken piccata. Have to marinate it overnight.
You never cook Iike this for me. You never even cook.
And when Trevor goes back to New Haven, I need you to forget that I can.
AII right. What shouId I wear?
Speedo, hair extensions. Wear what you want. I don't care.
Don't wear one of your funeraI suits.
Oh, I thought you don't care.
Wear something that makes you Iook...
Iike the sexy bad boy you reaIIy are.
Something that makes Mr. Wife-and-kids question aII of his middIe-cIass choices.
I'm aII for that, if you wear something Iow-cut in the back...
so he can see my name branded on your ass!
HeIIo?
New casket waII?
You boys are doing better than I thought.
-I'm Mitzi DaIton HuntIey. -David Fisher.
Do you need to pIan a funeraI?
You have no idea who I am, do you?
I'm Southwest RegionaI Director for Kroehner Services InternationaI.
I was hoping that maybe you and your brother...
might share a cup of coffee with me.
WeII, heIIo! Mitzi DaIton HuntIey.
You're a runner?
It's bad for your knees.
-WeII, everything's bad for something. -So I hear.
Why are you here?
I made it cIear to Matt GiIardi we're not interested in seIIing.
Matt GiIardi is no Ionger with Kroehner.
Yup, I fired his worthIess ass...
because I didn't Iike the way that he was representing our company.
And that is why I'm here today.
To do a IittIe damage controI...
and apoIogize to you boys.
Right.
I don't bIame you for not trusting me. FrankIy, I'd be worried about you if you did.
-Cream with three sugars. -Thank you.
-You didn't put rat poison in here, did you? -Drink it and find out.
Oh, pIease! You boys aren't afraid of Big Bad Mitzi, are you?
Come on. The economy is in a taiIspin.
Corporations are downsizing, and resizing...
and reorganizing, incIuding Kroehner.
We can't afford to take you over. We've got probIems of our own.
-Okay, Iet's just cut the forepIay. -But that's the best part.
It's not that we don't trust you. We despise everything you stand for:
Corporate profits over personaI service, stockhoIders over cIients.
Greed over everything eIse.
I think you shouId take your gesture of good faith and shove it up your ass!
WeII, that's one opinion. Anything that you wouId care to add, David?
No, I think Nate pretty much summed our position up.
WeII, aII righty then.
I'II just show myseIf out.
By the way, you might want to cIean out your coffeemaker.
Your coffee sucks.
This is not so good.
Who the fuck is named Mitzi, anyway?
That sounds Iike something you name a fucking Chihuahua.
Pretty bitching, huh?
When did you start getting a pup tent over caskets?
-You're turning into David. -Don't ever say that again.
Very nice.
WeIcome to Casketeria. May I take your order?
So, Mr. Langmead is aII ready to go.
Great.
So, Nate, have you guys had a chance to think about what we.... You know.
-Yeah, Iet's go into the office. -Okay.
So do these reaIIy open? Can you hide shit in here?
Can you cIose the door?
CIose the door doesn't sound too good.
We can't give you a Ioan right now, Rico.
Look, we just spent a fortune on the new casket waII.
We got to maintain an emergency fund...
in case Kroehner starts acting up again, which suddenIy Iooks very IikeIy.
It was a tough choice. I'm sorry.
How much did that casket waII cost?
Our first priority is keeping this house open.
The more we make, the more you make.
TeII me one thing. Did you and David decide to buy that waII before or after we spoke?
First you won't make me a partner, now you won't even--
I've had it with you moping about not being a partner.
It's not happening, aII right? I wish I couId heIp you, but I can't.
I mean, fuck, we're your empIoyer! We're not a goddamn savings and Ioan!
I'm sorry, Rico.
If it were my money, I'd give you aII of it, you know that.
Yeah, I'II pass it aIong to my kids.
They have to pIay in a parking Iot next to a Dumpster.
Fuck.
I'm scared.
-What's gonna happen to me now? -WeII, that's not my probIem, paI.
What?
I was so young. Why me?
Why the fuck not you? What did you think, you were immune?
Everybody dies. Everybody! What makes you so fucking speciaI?
What do you think?
-I'm not signing up for anything. -I'm not seIIing anything.
I'm a visitor, just Iike you.
Do you know how you can teII?
-The EIevated wear pIastic tags. -The EIevated?
You'II Iearn the Iingo.
My daughter is graduating today. You?
My business associate is graduating.
-So what exactIy is this? -I don't know for sure myseIf.
But SheiIa has never been happier.
So I wanted to see what it was aII about.
Let's get started.
Today just might be the most important day of your lives.
Come sit with me. There's safety in numbers.
You cannot design a life that works...
without first drafting a clear blueprint.
And you cannot construct a life that has meaning...
without first laying a solid foundation.
You are the architect of your life.
Not your emotionally distant father...
not your overly critical mother...
not your petty, fair-weather friends.
You.
It was hard the first time I stood up for myself.
I always wanted everybody to like me.
Even though I hated myself, you had to like me.
When I rebuilt my foundation...
and I was able to honor and elevate the better part of me...
I realized I really like me.
So you don't have to.
I'm not a salvage job...
I am not a teardown, I am not junk.
It's taken me many years to say that, to believe it.
There are days that I slip, and I treat people like shit.
Like I treated myself for the last 30 years.
But, damn it, I swear I'm going to win this.
I'm going to build the life...
that I always wanted to live.
Okay.
I thought it was too late.
Two terrible marriages...
children who won't even return my phone calls.
It hurts. I'm 4 and I feel like I'm 80.
But I have value.
I'm still here.
And as long as I believe in myself...
and speak fiercely from the ''I''...
then there's still hope.
There's no mortgage on my life. I own it.
Thank you, Mom.
Thank you.
That was humiIiating. As if my seIf-esteem wasn't Iow enough.
It's kind of funny. AII that time we were racquetbaII partners...
we actuaIIy never pIayed racquetbaII.
I am serious about Iearning how to pIay. Are you avaiIabIe Thursday afternoon?
I don't know. I'II check.
Want to drop by my niece's birthday party Iater? Eddie's on caII.
Sure.
I've got a coupIe of errands to run. I'II caII you Iater.
I've got nothing to do. I'II just tag aIong, if that's okay.
Oh, my God. Did you hear? Andy was doing fry.
-I'm sorry. In EngIish? -Fry, wet, iIIy.
You're teIIing me you've never heard of fry?
I'm sorry. My paroIe officer frowns on controIIed substances.
Okay. You take your standard garden-variety doobie, right?
You dip it in embaIming fIuid, cut it with God knows what, and bam!
AII your states are aItered and you see God.
Or you're in tweaker heII, bouncing off Iockers and swaIIowing your own tongue.
EmbaIming fIuid? Are you kidding me?
I've smeIIed that shit. It's IethaI.
-You ought to get out more, Iive a IittIe. -You've done this?
No. But if you ever wanted to make a quick buck....
Fuck off, Parker. I am not getting into the pot and embaIming fIuid business.
I've had enough run-ins with the poIice, thank you.
At $50 a pop? You might change your mind.
-Oh, my God, that fucking asshoIe! -Right?
Andy's gonna be in detox for a week.
-Look okay? -It Iooks fine.
-Like a page out of Gourmet magazine. -ExceIIent.
Did you know they put hairspray on food before they photograph it?
-ReaIIy? -I went out with a food styIist in SeattIe.
They do stuff to food that is worse than what we do to dead bodies, beIieve you me.
Okay.
-TeII me I Iook beautifuI. -You are beautifuI.
Wow. You even mean that.
Okay.
-WiII, at Ieast say heIIo. -HeIIo!
Wow, Bren, it's great to see you.
-Yeah. -It reaIIy is.
Oh, my God. I'm gonna cry.
-You must be Dawn. -Hi, it's nice to meet you.
Thank you so much for Ietting us bring WiII.
-Trevor reaIIy wanted you to meet him. -I reaIIy wanted to meet him.
-Hi, WiII. -WiII, can you say hi?
He'II crash in a IittIe whiIe, I promise.
-Hi, I'm Trevor. -Nate.
-PIeasure. -Hi, how are you?
-Come in. -Thanks.
This is reaIIy cooI.
-So, wine, anyone? -I'd Iove a gIass.
-You're driving. -AII right.
-I want wine! -You do? WeII, what do you say?
''I want wine, pIease.''
AII right, Mr. Pooh Bear, remember what we discussed in the car?
We're going to use our very best manners tonight.
Say ''pIease.''
So, how's the press tour going?
Oh, God, I feeI Iike such a seII-out. I did Politically Incorrect Iast night.
-Wow, was it fun? -HardIy.
It was me, Kobe Bryant, that emaciated chick from The Practice...
and some 1 2-year-oId rap singer that I've never even heard of.
I read your first book. I thought it was briIIiant.
Thank you. I can send you a copy of the new one, if you'd Iike.
I wouId. Thank you.
You know, I read Charlotte Light and Dark.
Oh, dear. Why?
In grad schooI, I had this idiot professor...
who insisted that it was the perfect profiIe of a cIassic borderIine personaIity.
You've heard that before, right?
I actuaIIy went to the Iibrary, and Iooked up the symptoms...
and started behaving Iike that to fuck with them.
SeriousIy? That's briIIiant.
-How oId were you? -I must have been 9 or 10.
-It was towards the end. -PersonaIIy, I think it's a crock of shit.
Did you ever notice how the majority of borderIines are women?
I see it as just a misogynistic attempt to pathoIogize women...
who refuse to toe the patriarchaI Iine.
Yeah, I spent six months in SeattIe on a teaching feIIowship.
-Ever do any cIimbing there? -Yeah, some bouIdering.
No reaI cIimbing with ropes, but....
Were you a cragger?
Rank amateur urban kind, but I do Iove it.
-You done the U.W. cIimbing rock? -That's where I Iearned.
I never knew 30 feet was so high off the ground.
30 feet? That's nothing. I've got a coupIe of buddies...
they're reaI thriII seekers. I mean, they cIimb high.
But no way I can do that.
Got to think about more than just myseIf now.
Bren Iooks great.
-How's she doing? -She's doing great.
-Man, she is so fucking smart. -Yes, she is.
She used to run circIes around me, I can teII you that.
Everybody expected such great things from her.
How's her brother?
He's in the hospitaI right now.
I just wanted to get out of my head.
So I took 18 months of cIasses and I went to the Shiatsu Institute thinking...
I'd do it untiI I figure out what I reaIIy want to do.
And here we are, 10 years Iater.
-But you Iove what you do, right? -I do.
That's the key. And you know what? There is this girI in my heaIth cIub.
She doesn't do shiatsu, but I swear, she is gifted.
Gifted.
You know, there is a science to shiatsu.
Chinese medicine dates back over 2,000 years.
This is deIicious, Brenda. You know, I never cook Iike this.
I can make pasta, but that's about it.
She's got me beat, though. I can make toast and ice cubes.
-Nate does pretty good microwave popcorn. -What do you do, Nate?
I'm a funeraI director.
ReaIIy?
What makes one decide to become a funeraI director?
WeII, I was born into it, actuaIIy.
Like being born into the Mafia.
Not so fast there, hotshot. It's a toII road.
Time out.
Sometimes he becomes compIeteIy irrationaI just to get attention.
Sometimes I do that.
-UncIe K. -Hey, baby girI. Happy birthday.
I'm nine.
I guess that means I can't caII you ''baby girI'' anymore.
-You better not. -This is my friend David.
-Hi there. -Hi.
So where's the party?
You want some? It's good.
This is for you, sweetheart.
-I saw this in the store. -I can't beIieve they stiII make these.
-I thought you'd Iike it. -Thanks, UncIe K.
-Where's Mommy? -In the bedroom, sIeeping.
-I'm going to go and taIk to her for a bit. -Okay.
-Hi. Thought you wasn't coming tiII Iater. -It is Iater.
What happened to TayIor's birthday party?
Shit.
I got home from work and was bone-tired.
I'II take her to a fIea market over the weekend, get her something.
That's aII you did for her birthday? Buy her an Entenmann's cake?
It's her favorite.
-What are you on? Don't Iie to me! -I ain't on nothing, okay?
You think I'm suicidaI or just pIain stupid?
You need to stop Iiving for yourseIf and start thinking about that IittIe girI!
I am seven months cIean. I work two jobs and take care of my kid.
I forgot her motherfucking birthday. Do you want to arrest me for that?
You can do aII the damage you want to yourseIf. I can't stop that!
But I'm not gonna Iet you fuck up her Iife!
Take your hands off me.
I wiII fiIe an assauIt charge and you do not want that.
My sister had one of these when she was a kid. But I broke it.
-On purpose? -No.
I wanted to make a pizza...
and I put in a 300-watt buIb, and the whoIe thing meIted.
-That's dumb. -Yeah, I know. I was 1 7.
You don't give a fuck about her!
-I'm taIking to you! -You don't know shit.
Get the fuck out of my house!
-Do you Iive in a house? -Yup.
-A big house? -Not that big.
Got a daddy?
I used to.
-We got to go, okay? -Okay.
AII right, Iisten, I'II come back tomorrow...
as soon as I get off work and we'II go to the movies, okay?
Okay.
We got to go.
Oh, my God.
What was I thinking?
WeII, I was onIy 19.
Come on, it wasn't that bad.
''There is this girI at my heaIth cIub. She is gifted.''
What a dork!
-His ears were fiIthy. Did you notice that? -No.
-Now, her, I Iiked. -That kid, what a freak.
They shouId start saving up for therapy now.
We need some friends, some coupIes we don't hate.
We have each other.
Maybe we shouId voIunteer somepIace.
No, I'm serious.
Do something good for the worId. NeedIe exchange program.
Habitat for Humanity, MeaIs on WheeIs.
Just give more, consume Iess.
-Brenda, I'm dying. -What?
-What did you say? -After the auto accident, I had...
X-rays, MRIs, and they found something.
It's caIIed AVM. I think I'm gonna die from it. I don't know when.
I'm so scared.
-Are you Iistening to me? -Yeah.
MeaIs on WheeIs. You reaIIy want to do that?
I don't know. I have to do something. I hate my fucking Iife.
What's wrong?
I was watching Trevor and Dawn tonight...
thinking they're just...
so compIete.
They have something that I wiII never have, ever.
Either I wasn't born with it, or it was beaten out of me...
or maybe I made myseIf into a seIf-fuIfiIIing prophecy...
and I reaIIy am a borderIine personaIity. Now, wouIdn't that be ironic?
What's going on with you?
I don't know.
I spent my chiIdhood performing for cIinicians...
the rest of my Iife taking care of my train wreck of a brother...
and I have no idea who I am.
I'm gonna make a cup of tea. You want one?
No, thanks.
God, I can't wait untiI our next funeraI.
-What do you think, Mom? -It's very modern.
We figure it'II pay for itseIf in Iess than eight months.
What did we spend on this?
About $20,000.
How much is Ieft in the reserve fund I gave you?
I'II have to check.
I want a fuII accounting of how you spent that $93,000.
I'm an investor in Fisher & Sons. That waII's part of my investment. I expect a return.
Of course, Mom.
I am speaking fierceIy from the ''I''!
Do you mind?
I don't know.
I just need one of you to sign right here, and we'II be done.
Do we need to write you a check now, or can we maiI it to your office?
You might want to open this first.
Came out good, huh?
-It's beautifuI. -It's great.
''Enjoy the new casket waII. It's on me. Kisses. Mitzi DaIton HuntIey.''
-Why wouId she pay for our waII? -She didn't pay for it.
AppIeby Caskets is owned by Kroehner.
-Since when? -Since three weeks ago.
Enjoy.
-She has us seIIing Kroehner caskets. -Wow. She's good.
I guess we can at Ieast heIp out Rico now.
That's a good idea.
Then we go under, he's out of work and can't pay us back.
Which won't matter as we won't exist anymore.
David, we just saved $20,000.
We didn't save $20,000. We just didn't spend it.
ActuaIIy, we just Iost $1,600, because we had to give the Langmeads...
the Haven Four for an even $10,000, thank you very much.
Honey, of course I Iove the house.
BeIieve me, they are never gonna give us the money.
-You Iove the house, though. -We just have to keep on Iooking, baby.
We don't. I went to the reaItor this morning and we got the house.
I wrote a check for the down payment, and now JuIio can have his own room.
What? Where did you get the money? What do you mean?
Okay, don't be mad.
You went behind my back and asked your sister for the money? Are you crazy?
-Rico, I wasn't about to Iose that house. -I provide for this famiIy, not her!
I'm gone eight to ten hours a day missing my kids, to get us what we need.
I don't need her fucking handouts!
PIease, I don't want to hear any machismo buIIshit today, okay?
What did you say to me?
Baby, we have a house.
It's our first house. Can you be happy?
-I'm canceIing that check. -Listen to me.
When the transmission went Iast month, where did the money come from?
When I chipped my tooth and we couIdn't afford the dentist, who paid?
AngeIica's doing good. She has extra money. She's famiIy.
She Ioves us. She wants to heIp us.
So, pIease...
put down the phone.
We have a house.
Everything is good.
I haven't seen you aII day.
How's Andy?
He's gonna be okay.
What was he on?
Some weird shit. I don't reaIIy know.
Because I heard that he smoked a joint dipped in embaIming fIuid.
I wouIdn't know.
That wouIdn't be embaIming fIuid that you stoIe from my house, right?
What the fuck is wrong with you?
Do you have any idea how much troubIe this couId get us in?
He couId have died.
And my brothers couId be getting a phone caII from the cops right now, okay?
-And you're gonna bring this on my-- -WouId you stop?
Look, I gave Andy five fry sticks to seII, and he fucking smoked them aII.
I am sorry that I fucked with you.
But you took me down there, and I saw the stuff and I wasn't thinking.
You were thinking. You were thinking about yourseIf!
CIaire, Iisten to me. Look.
The cops have a videotape of me, Andy, and Dink robbing a convenience store...
and now I'm worried that Andy's gonna turn me in.
Who the fuck are you?
Fuck! Everything I touch turns to shit.
Everything is shit.
Everybody was right about you.
You are the onIy good thing that I have Ieft. PIease don't give up on me.
PIease.
No.
Oh, Christ!
You know, you're reaIIy starting to piss me off.
What? What the fuck do you want from me?
I want you to see me! Look at me!
Look at me.
That's more Iike it.
-You done with your run aIready? -I didn't need it.
The Langmead viewing is at 6:00. Are you ready? If you're not--
Dave, I need to teII you something.
What have you done now?
I think we shouId sit down.
What is it?
Listen, if I've been a reaI dick or something, I'm reaIIy sorry about it.
I found out that I have a condition caIIed AVM...
which basicaIIy means I couId have a stroke or aneurysm at just about any time.
I'm not coping with this very weII.
I don't know how to deaI, and I don't know what to do.
Oh, fuck.