He'll be with you in a minute.
You said that 5 minutes ago.
I'm sorry. It's been one of those days.
One minute.
Promise.
I fantasized about killing your secretary.
Office manager.
Because I hated the way she ate her food.
It's... it's getting worse,
and I have no idea what to do about it.
- Fuck! - Ok, Darren, please.
If you can't calm down, we can't talk, all right?
Hey, Darren, I'm not kidding.
All right. Last time we spoke,
anytime I mentioned your family, you got really upset,
even for you.
I was talking about pastrami.
And I was talking about your wife,
and you flipped over my coffee table and ran out of here.
Me and Linda are fine. The kids are fine. Everybody's just fine.
That's not what I asked you.
You asked me if ever hit my wife and I said no.
No, I asked if you ever felt like hitting your wife.
Jesus Christ! No, of course not!
- Never? - No!
So you're perfectly calm and happy at home?
Yeah, pretty much.
Ok. Then please explain to me why you turn into a walking time bomb
every time you leave your house.
I think you're scared, Darren.
Of what?
- Of the truth. - Oh, really? What's the truth?
I don't know. You tell me.
I used to like my life.
I-- I mean, I enjoyed my job, I laughed with my wife,
I-- savored every moment I spent with my 2 girls,
but now, I mean...
everything just feels like another responsibility.
Another fucking burden.
Nothing makes me happy.
I'll drive my car around the block...
20 times before going in.
I mean, asking me to take out the garbage was--
you know, it's just another thing I gotta do that day and it's--
it's like the air is being squeezed right out of me.
I don't want this life anymore.
I want out.
I mean, if I don't get out, I'll die.
So you left like 50 gosh darned messages?
I left 100 messages. I called his dorm room, I tried his best friend.
What about his dad? Did you try his dad? His dumb fuckin' dad?
Yes, and he hasn't seen him all week, either.
That's a shock.
This is really not good, Russell.
Tell me about it.
You've got a depo at 9 a.m. with the dead girl's parents and no client.
You're being awfully casual.
Oh, honey, ok, stick a G.P.S. up his ass.
I don't know, sweetie. Stake out his dorm room.
Drive up and down Alameda avenue.
You're good at this. This is your specialty.
You can do it. You can find him, I know you can.
I know, listen.
Call him on your cell phone. Not the office line, your cell phone.
It'll say Margaret Del Rosario on the caller I.D.,
he'll think some foxy chick is trying to pick him up, which is kinda true, isn't it?
Yep, do that. Do that right now.
You owe Knippers. She left 2 messages.
No, she owes me. She's the one who wants to have a baby.
So what is it now? Are you guys in a no-talking stage?
Darling, find me that sweaty little tweaker, ok? Thanks.
The tweaker?
Yeah, tweaker. He's a speed freak.
You didn't get that?
You see the guy in my office like, foaming at the mouth,
scratching his fucking skin off?
Don't give me that look.
No, no, honey, I don't play in that league.
I know I like to have my fun, but, you know, I still have all my teeth.
You know, I don't own a motorcycle yet.
So don't give me that fucking look.
Hello, Jake? Hi, honey!
Um, listen. Somebody wants to talk to you.
Jakester? Hey, buddy!
What are you doing, man? Where you been?
I've, uh... been arou--around.
Ok, good. Well, listen.
Just, um, seeing how you're doing, checking in.
Want to make sure that, you know, we're all systems go for tomorrow.
No, no, I'm good. Really good.
Ok. It would probably be a good idea you know, we catch a little rehearsal.
Ok. Uh, I'll call you?
No, no, now, buddy. I need you to do that right now, actually.
No--I can't-- I can't have--
Jake, Jake, Jake, calm down!
I'm your bestest, bestest, bestest buddy,
and I'm gonna make all this nasty shit go away,
but in order to do that, I need 10 minutes of your time right now, ok?
So that we can be all good for tomorrow.
All right?
You know that I'm on your side, right, pal? Do you know that?
Yeah. Yeah.
Good.
Where are you?
Beth?
Yeah, I'm in the kitchen.
Oh, sorry I'm a little late.
Hi.
Oh, this is lovely.
I mean, really. Oh, my goodness.
This is lovely, but it's just for a prayer group of 5 women,
not a fundraiser of 500.
I thought the goal was to cut this shit out.
I know, I know. I just--I heard that prayer makes you hungry.
It's the other way around.
Hunger is what leads you to prayer.
Oh, shit! The lemonade. I forgot to squeeze the lemons.
Oh, no, no, no. Let me. I'll do it, I'll do it.
Oh, thank you.
Ok, so, it's Dayna, Lois, Demitria, and--
don't tell me--Nina!
Nancy. Our token white girl.
And, um... and you're sure that everybody's ok with this?
I mean, it's gotta be kind of a big deal to pray in a stranger's home.
Beth, I have prayed in nosebleed seats at Laker games,
airplane bathrooms, and at my ob/gyn's office.
Doesn't matter where you find god.
As long as you find him, right?
Exactly.
Oh, hey, listen, do your friends like pesto?
Whole foods had this great sun-dried tomato pesto.
Maybe I should-- I'll put that out with some french bread.
Beth, would you please stop?
Now, I know you want to explore faith,
and I'm more than happy to be your eager christian guide,
but you--you gonna have to calm your ass down.
What? No--I'm calm!
Listen, you are gonna do just fine.
It's not like a little prayer ever killed anybody.
Ok?
Hello?
Dad?
Didn't mean to startle you.
Jesus!
Can't show my face during business hours. It's just not safe.
You ever hear of picking up a phone?
We need to talk. It's important.
Right. Well, you know, I'm sure it is, dad, but I had a really long day,
and I can't do this right now.
Call me like a human being, and we'll set something up, all right?
I only have 10 hours, then I'm out of here, permanently.
10 hours?
Where you going? You going back to China?
I was never in China.
You know what? Doesn't matter.
Never mind.
There are things I can't tell you, things you would not understand.
Dad, I am sure you're right, I would not understand.
But you know what? I'm kinda done trying to figure it out.
So whatever you're mixed up in, I am really sorry, but it's your deal, all right? Not mine.
- You know what your problem is? - I don't have a problem, dad.
You create drama where there isn't any.
Drama, drama, drama.
This coming from a man doing a deep throat impression in my hallway.
Look, I came here to apologize, to make amends
with your mother, with Theodore, maybe even you
if you can crack open that airtight mind of yours.
But time is running out, son.
So you can stand there yammering about how I wronged you,
or you can help me make things right. It's your call.
Either way, 0400 tomorrow, I'm out of your life, permanently.
Dad--the thing is, dad, how do I know that you're telling me the truth?
You don't. You go on faith.
Yeah, 'cause that's worked so well for me in the past.
Fine.
Dad. Dad!
Dad, really? 10 hours?
9 hours 33 minutes and counting.
Now, I tried Theodore, but he's not where he's supposed to be.
Yeah, we moved him to an assisted living home by the beach.
But, dad, I don't think he'll see you.
He'll see me, I'm his father.
- And your mother? - No.
Dad, you know where to find her. I'm not being the go-between there. No way.
Fair enough.
All right, uh... well, come in the office.
I have to make a couple of calls and rearrange a couple of things.
The beach. Good.
Theodore always loved the ocean.
Stop!
I don't want this.
Please, stop.
- Oh, hi. - Hi.
Do you want to look at some of this stuff?
'Cause I was just gonna go, but I don't have to. I made this great jade one today.
I love jade. I love the--the color, the weight.
It's beautiful, isn't it?
Yeah.
Beautiful.
My name's Alyssa.
Hi.
Hi, Alyssa, I'm Teddy.
Teddy.
Mind if we get started?
I got to pick the kids up by 9:00.
Ok, well--well, where's Nancy?
Where do you think?
Hey, get in here, girl.
Sorry.
Me and these damn smokes.
Nancy, you know you're gonna have to quit that shit.
Ladies. Ladies, come on.
Let's bring it in. Let's bring it in.
Let's get together and get quiet.
Let's just let the Lord in. Ok?
Oh, heavenly Father, we ask that you bless this house.
Lord, we ask that you bless our gracious host, Beth,
as Dayna leads us into a prayer of thanks.
- Amen. - Thank you, Jesus.
We thank you, heavenly Father, for your infinite love,
love that allows us to lay our souls bare for these 2 short hours.
Help us, Jesus, to truly listen so that tomorrow our hearts
will be open to share that same love with others.
- Amen. - Amen.
I cannot believe that you ordered all of this online.
Yeah, we are gonna cut up your credit cards, my darling.
I get lonely. I need something to occupy my time.
- Well, then get a cat or something. - A cat.
Oh, my. This is pretty.
I hate cats.
I have horrible allergies.
Buy a vibrator then.
Vibrate--at our age, vibrators?
Defibrillator's more like it.
Oh, oh, oh, girls. I just saw this great Oprah episode the other day.
Oh, that poor thing, that hermes fiasco. Oh, I feel so sorry--
All about women our age who have finally discovered their g-spots.
Now, isn't that just wonderful, hmm?
Great sex at 65, can you imagine?
I didn't even have great sex at 25.
Of course, Martin's prostate cancer didn't help.
We had to strap on one of those horrible...
penis pumps.
- You're kidding? - What about you, Izzy?
I've never strapped on anything in my life.
No. Well, when's the last time you had great sex?
Was it with Walt?
I am not a prostitute, Joy.
I have only just met the man, for heaven's sakes.
Well, then it must have been Ben.
Yes, that's right.
Ben is the last sex I had.
I'm tired of looking for it in some dumbass man.
Nothing but the purity of your love can save me.
So help me, Father.
Help me to not take up with some drugged-out, unemployed, ridiculous fool
just because I'm too afraid to be alone.
I've always been drawn to the flaws, the... inconsistencies.
All the different colors in one stone. There's just so much going on.
I don't think I've ever looked that closely at a rock before.
Not a rock, a precious stone.
I love it down here,
away from all the noise.
Yeah, I know what you mean.
People are just too damn busy these days.
All wrapped up in their Ipods and cell phones and computers--
Yeah, and those-- those little pager e-maily things.
- Blackberries.Yeah, I hate those. - Yes! Oh, god.
Everyone's always blackberrying each other or e-mailing.
Nobody just stops and listens anymore.
I mean, really listens to the beauty of the world.
Yeah.
Well, those things just take you further away from the people around you.
Yeah.
You know, when I was little, I used to go to this crawl space in the basement
and hide there for hours making up all these kinds of imaginary friends.
That's the thing. When you grow up, you lose that-- that innocence, the curiosity.
Yeah.
Now if you have imaginary friends, you're...
Crazy.
Something, yeah.
I moved out to the beach a few months ago, bought a great house.
House? Wow.
I didn't think anyone could afford to buy down here.
Oh, life's been really good to me lately.
Well, this is my house, one room studio with a hot plate.
Looks nice.
It's a hole, but no roommates and I'm close to the beach, so...
Thank you for carrying this stuff. I really appreciate it.
If you wanted to get a cup of coffee or a piece of pie or something, it's not too late.
Oh... um...
I would love to.
Really, um, but unfortunately I have an early start tomorrow.
Oh, ok. Yeah, right. Of course.
But I like you, Teddy, I do.
Thanks. Me, too.
Really? You like you, too?
No, I meant I--I do, too, like you, too.
Good.
Well, look, here... is my number.
Oh, thank you.
So, call me. And take that.
- Really? - Yeah.
- Ok. - Ok.
- Bye. - Bye.
Hallelujah.
Father, give me the wisdom to understand the difference
between what I want and what I need.
And, Lord, forgive me for coveting Melissa's SL-500.
For I know that there is no possession that will sustain me
like the divine power of your love.
But damn, that's a nice car.
Yeah?
Jake Stewart here?
Maybe. Who are you?
Michael Jackson.
I'm his lawyer. He's expecting me.
Do you know where he is?
I don't know. Somewhere in the back.
Ok. Why don't I just take a quick look?
Nice to see you.
Whoa!
Hey.
Hey, man. Hey.
How you doing?
So, buddy, so clean yourself up, and, um,
say good-bye to your friend 'cause we got some-- we got se work to do.
All right, we gotta do a little work now.
I'm sorry.
Oh, hey. Pfft.
You know, no--no judgments.
Nice to meet you. How are you today?
I'm just gonna be right here, ok?
Let us reflect now in silence and wait for the Lord to speak.
You better pray before I beat your ass.
- Hello? - Hey.
Hey, Huff.
How's the prayer group going?
Great. Havin' a great time.
That sounded convincing. Excuse me.
Dad--dad, that's a private patient file.
Ben's there? Jesus Christ.
Here's a shocker. He says he's in trouble.
Says he has 10 hours left on earth or something, so I'm gonna go with him.
He wants to see Teddy and I don't know what.
Ugh, do you really want to do that?
No.
Then leave, honey. Come home.
Don't be drawn into his bullshit.
Yeah, I just think I'd probably feel worse if I blew him off
and it really was his last day on earth or whatever.
Be careful, all right?
Yeah, I will.
Don't wait up, ok? I'm gonna be pretty late.
- Bye. - Bye, sweetie.
You ready, dad?
Son, I was born ready.
All right. Let's go.
Hey.
My dad's gonna kill me.
Who's gonna tell him?
Like I say, you got to trust me, man.
- I--I--I can't do this. - Yeah, you can.
We're gonna go into my office, talk about tomorrow. That's all we're gonna do.
I'm not going anywhere with you. Look at me. I'm a fuckin' mess.
Need a little fresh air, pal. That's all you need.
I had my dick in another guy's ass.
It happens.
- I'm not gay. - Of course you're not.
Fuck! God, I got to get out of here! Fuck!
Oh, god. My skin's comin' off.
Your skin's just fine. You're a little bit high, ok?
And guess what? I gosome big fat valium out in my sports car
that will take the edge right off.
Get off me!
Listen to me, you schizzed-out little fuck.
We're gonna do some work, 'cause this is my ass, all right?
You are not ready. And if you're not ready, I am fucked.
And I'm not gonna lose this fuckin'--
Oh--Oh, my neck.
Oh, fu--my neck. I rejacked my neck.
I--I got a serious neck injury. Somebody call a doctor, call 911.
Somebody-- somebody call...
Where'd I lose the kid? What happened to the kid?
- He'll be back. - He's coming back?
Yeah, he's gone to the cash machine.
- You look like you're in some pain. - Yeah.
I guess I've fallen and I can't get up.
Ohh, baby. Come here. Let me help you up.
- Oh, be careful. - I know.
Careful, I've got a serious injury on my neck. A serious one.
- Rough day? - Yeah.
I think I have something that can take all this pain away.
Really?
I'm Candy.
Yeah, you are.
- Hey. - Hey.
I thought we agreed no unannounced visits.
Yeah, I'm sorry. I kept trying to call you, I couldn't reach you.
Well, if you got me a cell phone like I asked you to, maybe you could reach me.
I have to, uh, talk to you, ok?
All right. Calm down.
You look constipated.
Uh, well, I don't know how to say this, so I'm just gonna fuckin' say it.
Um, dad is here, Ted.
He would like to see you.
He's downstairs right now.
I am so sorry to spring this on you like this.
He just showed up at my office out of nowhere and told me that he only had tonight.
Bring him in.
Really?
I want to see him.
Are you sure?
Probably came a long way, didn't he?
Took a lot of risks, I bet.
Well, that's what he says.
I mean, it's... kind of fucked up, right?
No... no warning.
It's just so fuckin' dad. Just...
At least he made the effort, though, right?
Mom lives 5 minutes away, she hasn't visited once.
Not once.
Bring him in.
And it would kind of suck the tip like a vacuum.
Then the blood started flowing.
Stop! Stop! Stop! Stop!
And voila, hard as a 16-year-old boy.
Sort of.
I should have bought Henry one.
Henry had prostate problems?
I had blow job problems.
Oh, it looks like that'll stain.
- Yes, Lord. - You are capable of all things, Father.
Please give me the strength in the midst of the insanity and selfishness of this world.
Thank you, Jesus. Thank you.
Beth, honey, it's your turn.
I don't know where to start.
Father... bless this woman.
Bless this amazing, strong, beautiful woman.
Yeah.
Father, ease her breakin' heart.
She's been tested, Lord, and she's tired.
And, Father God, for her marriage we pray.
Show 'em mercy, Father. For they may live a life that is full of faithfulness.
Yes, Lord.
In Jesus' name...
In Jesus' name, amen.
And amen in the name of Jesus.
- In the name of Jesus. - Thank you.
Thank you, Jesus.
Thank you, thank you.
Thank you, Jesus. Hallelujah.
It's called a cock ring!
You put it around the shaft.
You said shaft!
Oh, Beth, what's going on, darling?
What is this? Is this some new colorful rainbow coffee klatch or something?
Hello.
Izzy, do you mind?
What, darling? Have you been crying?
No, I... I'm fine.
Well, you know you could have warned me that these people were gonna be here.
These people are my friends. And we are in the middle of a prayer.
I would appreciate it if you could take your party back upstairs, please.
I didn't know you prayed, Beth.
I don't. I mean... I'm trying.
Oh. Oh, ok. Well, we will leave you to your worshiping.
I just came for some club soda.
Joy had a little accident.
Would you like to buy some jewelry?
Oh, darling, come on. It's time to go home.
Come on. I'll drive you home.
Quick. Hurry up.
Uh, you might want to lose the hat and glasses, huh, dad?
This is gonna be hard enough for Teddy, seeing you after so long,
without you looking like you just entered the witness protection program.
Ok, then. Let's do this.
Um, one more thing, dad. If you fuck with him in any way, I will kill you.
All right? That will be it.
No more surprise visits, no amends, nothing. All right?
Yeah. Drama, drama, drama.
Hello, Theodore.
Teddy?
Dad's here to see you.
Ted?
Your neck feeling better now?
Yeah.
You are cute, you know that?
So are you.
As a button.
You know that?
It's my song.
A lot of these shells are very hard to find because they get washed away very easily.
And, uh... I've got to dig down very deep in the sand to, uh, to get them,
but they're there, just waiting to be discovered.
And see, this one's, uh, is very cool because it's--it's got a blue shiny st-- tint to it.
- Yes. Yes, it does. - Do you see it, dad?
Yes, I do. Thank you. That's, uh...
And, uh... I have a very interesting thing in here.
Uh, Teddy? Ted.
Ted. Dad doesn't have a ton of time, you know.
Oh, yeah. Sure. I'm sorry.
No, that's ok. No need to apologize.
Theodore, would you come over and sit down here and let your dad say a few words.
I know it's been a while since we've seen each other.
15 years...
5 months, 24 days.
Well, if this will give you any comfort, I always knew where you were.
I was there even when you thought I wasn't.
But I suppose that doesn't really help you now.
If I wasn't there, I wasn't there.
I know it's fucked up, uh...
The fact is I'm a coward, Theodore.
I have been a coward for a long time.
You were barely 19 when your mother and I found out that there was...
"something wrong with your brain" is the way the doctor put it,
that arrogant ivy league son of a bitch.
Just said it like he was ordering a ham sandwich.
I couldn't handle it. I broke down.
You broke down?
I've been to a war.
I've had guys' innards blown all over me.
You think I could handle a mentally ill son, right?
But I'm not strong that way.
I never have been.
Your mother was the strong one. She could always take care of you.
I have had this...
Yeah, that's the day I got you your first real bicycle. You remember that?
Yeah. I remember.
Yeah, we went up to Griffith Park.
And I ran along beside you to steady you
because we had the... training wheels taken off, remember?
End of august 1978.
Yeah, 1978. Yeah.
I remember that day. It was hot as shit.
Think I was on my skateboard all day.
That was another day, Craig.
Yeah, I don't think you were there.
You must have tumbled off that thing a dozen times.
Your knees were skinned to shit.
That last tumble you took was... that was a killer.
It was right on top of your head.
You never cried.
Never complained.
Just that big smile of yours
and that laugh.
That laugh that carried me alongside you until it got dark.
It's the only picture I've kept all these years.
Gives me comfort to know I made you happy once.
It's my fault you hurt your mother.
No, dad. Don't say that.
I should have been there to protect the family, protect you.
I was too busy protecting myself.
You did what you had to do.
I want you to be well, son.
I just want you to have a good life.
I know.
I'm working on that.
As much as I would like to stay, your brother and I are gonna have to head out.
I've got, uh, some other things to do.
Are you gonna go see mom?
Uh, don't know.
Maybe.
So that's it then?
I won't see you again, after tonight?
Hmm, no. Probably not.
Where are you going?
I can't really tell you.
Good luck, dad.
I love you.
Yeah. Me, too.
You love you, too?
I mean, I do.
You know, love you... too.
Are you all right? That was--that's a lot to take in.
Yeah, I'm--I'm--I'm... fine.
Are you sure?
It's ok.
Go.
Dad, you did good in there.
Really.
You hungry?
I think I'm gonna have the scallops.
Oh, I'll never eat seafood. Not unless you rip it from the ocean with your own hands.
I had the runs once so bad from tainted squid in Thailand.
Well, this isn't Thailand, dad, and I'm having scallops.
Ok. Suit yourself.
I'm gonna have a nice rare steak.
May be the last time I'm gonna be able to sink my teeth into a good piece of red meat.
Doubt they'll have it where I'm going.
Don't you wanna know where I'm going?
Uh, no.
No?
That's what I said.
I'll be gone permanently, you know.
Yeah, I know.
And that doesn't bother you?
No.
That's cold.
Well, dad, the truth is you haven't been part of my life for a pretty long time now.
You know, not a real part, anyway.
And, uh, I think I've already gone through all the emotions of you being gone for good.
I've been really, really sad for a long time.
Um, I've been so fuckin' pissed off that I just wanted to kill somebody, you know.
And now, I'm just kind of relieved.
I'm just relieved I can let you go.
You know, I don't mean to be cold, it's just it's taken me 43 years
just to see you-- see you for who you are finally.
Not who I want you to be, or who I expect you to be, but just--just you.
Pure and simple.
So who am I?
Dad, you are a sad, flawed, wonderful, infuriating man.
Who, for some reason, seems to be able to show his love to everybody but me.
You're a man I'll probably never really know.
But you know what? You're my father.
You're the only one I'll ever have,
definitely the only one I'll ever love, and...
somehow that just gives me a little peace.
Let's get you something to eat.
Are you sure you're ok, darling?
Fine. Fine.
- Thank you, Izzy. - Bye-bye.
Good evening, officer. What seems to be the problem?
Problem is you failed to make a complete stop back there.
What?
License and registration, please.
All right.
All right, all right, all right.
Here you are.
And... and, ohh.
Would you--would you please shine that somewhere else?
It's just--ooh, my golly, I'm blind enough already.
Anything to drink tonight, Ms., uh, Hoofstout.
Huffstodt. No, not a drop.
Step out of the car, please.
Left leg up and right arm out. Is that right?
How you are is fine.
Just hold it for 10 seconds.
How many is that?
Ok, that's fine. Thank you.
Oh, that's it? Am I free to go then?
Not quite.
What?
I need you to make a nice long breath in here for me.
Please, are you out of your mind?
I am certainly not going to put my mouth on something
that has been sucked on by drug fiends and drunks and God knows what else.
Ma'am, I assure you, it's sanitary.
Now, blow.
No! She is good!
She is good.
Fucking scallops.
- Hello. - Craig? Craig? Is that you?
You called my cell phone, mother, so, yes, it's me.
I need help.
What--what's the matter?
Well, I have been illegally incarcerated.
And they've impounded my car.
The smell in here is just horrendous.
And I think that I might even have head lice.
Mom, you're in jail?
Look, this was all a colossal misunderstanding.
And I tell you I was not--clearly not--intoxicated.
Oh, mom, really? A D.U.I.?
Please, please come darling. Please, 'cause I think in 10 minutes
I'm going to be forced to join a chain gang or something.
Where are you?
At the Beverly Hills police station on Santa Monica. Please, hurry.
Mom? Mo--
What?
Ahh. Mom just got a D.U.I. She's in jail.
Just a matter of time till your mother's drinking caught up with her.
Just sorry you got to bear the brunt of her mistakes.
You know what, dad? You are absolutely right.
You go get her.
I can't do that, son.
Really?
♪ Rock-a-bye, baby, on the sky top ♪
♪ When the sky falls the cradle-- ♪
♪ The cradle will fall down, up. ♪
♪ When the wind blows the cradle will fall ♪
♪ When the bough breaks the cradle will fall ♪
♪ Down it will come ♪
♪ Rock-a-bye, baby on the tree, ♪
♪ Falling sky ♪
♪ Will come down the sky... ♪
Psst.
Hello, Isabel.
Lord, watch over this house.
Bless my husband.
And ease his pain.
Take care of my beautiful, sweet son.
Please...
just keep us safe.
Transcript: Raceman
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