Her dad is dying.
Rebecca Bloom-- love of your life?
Will you come with me?
Lindsay asked me to be the buffer between her and Caleb.
Grandpa hates you.
CALEB: So, what is it
the two of you really want?
Money? What?
Cohen's going to do his own comic.
I think they're really good.
Yeah?
Yeah, the boobs are a little big.
Well, aren't they? Summer and I may be taking
a step forward in our relationship.
Aren't you sick of me?
We've hung out every single day this week.
You're still in love with her. She's dead.
Rebecca.
( engine stops )
You're up early.
I'm studying for this test.
Oh, yeah, I know, it's great.
I was actually on my way out just to talk.
Studying.
Fine. We can talk here.
I just think the issue
feels a little more pool housey.
Is this about Alex?
Uh, no. No.
She's merely kitchen table fodder at this point.
She's no longer up to pool house snuff.
So, it's Summer and Zach.
Yes, which I realize is more of an evening subject,
best served over a game of PlayStation.
I'll allow it.
Great, thanks a lot.
So, the three of us
are moving forward with this comic book.
Right, so?
So, Summer and I
are getting involved professionally, Ryan.
Now, you know how these things go.
Late nights at the office...
You don't have an office.
Sure, but with the added stress
of work and deadlines,
you know, things can get, uh, uh, sexy.
You're writing a comic book.
Not sexy. So, you think I'm reaching.
I think you're moving on with Alex,
you moved on with Summer,
and for the first time in your life,
you're not facing any women issues.
So, then you're saying I'm just complaining
that I have nothing to complain about.
This is what I'm saying.
Okay, great.
Then I will await the next great romance
to wreak havoc on my heart and mind.
I can hardly wait.
( no audio )
You're up early.
Are you sneaking in after curfew?
Busted.
Am I grounded?
Perhaps if I let you off...
you'll remember this act of kindness,
and afford me the same leniency should I miss my own curfew.
Keep dreaming. It was worth a shot.
KIRSTEN: You're home.
I was worried about you.
Oh, I'm okay. You know, just beat.
Mmm. How did Professor Bloom take the news about Rebecca?
Oh, how do you think he took it?
I can only imagine.
His only daughter, and now she's gone,
and he didn't even get to see her.
( phone rings )
Hello? Hey, Sandy. Rebecca.
Yeah? Listen, I'm at the pier.
Do you want me to grab you some coffee?
No, no. 9:00 is fine.
I'll see you then.
Okay.
It's going to be a little hectic for a while.
Well, you should try and get some sleep.
You look exhausted.
( piano and acoustic guitar strumming gentle melody )
* California, here we come *
* Right back where we started from *
* California *
* California... *
You're up and about early.
Tests. Not ready.
Don't miss those days.
Yeah, thanks.
How's school? Life?
Yeah, pretty good. Usual.
You and Lindsay?
Uh, we're good.
You know, we're good.
There was definite hesitation.
Eh, no, no, just studying.
Ryan, whatever you did, it can be undone.
Candies, flowers-- work miracles.
Actually, it's not something I did,
although thanks for your confidence.
It's, uh... it's your dad.
Ah, the one man impervious to miracles.
What happened?
Well, Lindsay reached out to him, or I did for her.
There was a meal.
Or there was supposed to be a meal.
Um... we went to a restaurant.
Poor girl. What did he say?
He didn't actually take out his checkbook,
but he might as well have.
He thought she wanted money?
He must have got her confused with my other sister.
Or his wife.
Look, I'm not the biggest fan of your dad, no offense.
But I mean, Luke Skywalker was happy to have a dad,
even if he was Darth Vader.
You're right. She needs a dad.
I'll handle this.
There's going to be another meal.
Here, and actual food will be eaten.
And I'll make sure that he behaves himself.
( phone rings ) Oh, my God.
Did we really drink that much last night?
Uh, we drank that much here.
Who knew you harbor chicks could throw down?
Yeah, well, I'm not like the other girls.
Well, then I guess it's about time I show you
the meth lab in the basement.
I thought you'd never ask.
( both chuckling )
So, I guess you have to go to school.
Say hi to Seth for me.
I kind of miss his little chicken arms.
What's he been up to?
He hasn't bugged me for a while.
Um, I don't know, but I was
kind of thinking of skipping school today.
I mean, how much is there to learn about the Aztecs anyway?
Nothing, really.
That's exactly what I was thinking.
So, what do you want to do?
Well, you ready for that surf lesson?
Yes! Awesome!
Let me just jump in the shower, if that's okay?
Oh, wait, do you have another shirt I can borrow?
'Cause this one kind of smells like cigarettes.
REBECCA: So, who would have thought
Sandy Cohen would be living in Newport Beach,
surrounded by all these surfers?
It's been 22 years.
You say that like it's a long time.
So, you have two kids, huh?
Yup.
Who'd you end up marrying?
Wait, let me guess.
Left-wing radical from Long Island, reformed?
Yup, that's it.
Not even close.
Rich, conservative, Presbyterian...
She grew up right, uh, well, here, basically.
Blonde, blue eyes, cute little nose like a button.
You're full of surprises.
How'd she take the news about my return?
I haven't told her yet.
Oh.
I don't want her to be considered an accomplice,
what with my harboring a fugitive.
Yeah, that I am.
So, what about you? Are you married?
You got those five kids you always wanted to have?
Not even close.
I haven't met anybody since you.
It's kind of hard to meet people
when you can't let anybody know who you really are,
and you can't stay in one place too long.
I can see how that might salt your game.
Salt my game?
Is that how they talk in Orange County?
Stick around. You'll be saying "rad" in no time.
Yeah, except I'm not staying.
I figured I'd, um... hang out in my lovely accommodations
at the Fleabag Inn for another 48 hours.
Spend this time with my dad.
Then disappear.
You're leaving? How can I stay?
You said yourself I'm a fugitive.
The feds are looking for me. I don't want to get you in any trouble.
Does your dad know you're leaving so soon?
I was hoping you'd help me out with that.
Hey, there.
Mmm.
So, what do you want for dinner?
Why, are you inviting me over?
Uh, Kirsten is.
Great.
So, who's going to be there?
Oh, you know-- me, you,
Kirsten... ( coughing ) Caleb.
Huh?
( pretends to sneeze ): Caleb.
Why? One horrible dining experience wasn't enough?
Kirsten just feels bad about what happened at our dinner.
You told her. She wants to help.
Well, I don't want her help.
I don't want your help. And I definitely don't want to dine with Caleb Nichol.
All right, look.
Luke Skywalker was happy to find his dad, right?
Even if he turned out to be Darth Vader.
Ryan, Luke Skywalker and Darth Vader
fought each other with light sabers until one of them died.
Vader cut off Skywalker's hand.
Well, when you put it that way...
Look, just don't worry about my family or our family,
whatever they are.
Just let it be, okay?
All right.
Kirsten, what a pleasure to see you in my office.
Your yogalates or cardio bar,
or whatever it is you've been up to
is working wonders on your figure.
And that top, it's, it's so fetching.
"Fetching." Are you done?
Done what? Done complimenting my beautiful daughter
on how beautiful she is?
Dad, I need you to do me a favor.
I need you to have dinner with me, Lindsay, and Ryan,
And I need you to not be the world's biggest ass.
What are you talking about?
You accused her of wanting money.
Not that you've ever viewed that as a personality flaw before.
Well, she turned up with that inland street thug.
Dad, listen up.
Ryan,
the assumed street thug, has been living with us
for a year and a half now.
He is a brother to Seth, and a son to me and Sandy.
I still question his motives.
I'm just protective of my family.
This girl wants to know her father.
She wants to get to know you.
Now, tonight, you are going to show up for dinner,
and you are going to be a real dad to this girl,
or you're going to lose two daughters,
got it?
Dad, I can't stay.
I'm already endangering you and Sandy.
Oh, I see, so I'm going to lose you all over again, huh?
We really don't have a choice here.
Of course we do.
The choice we always had, Sandy. I'm not turning myself in.
You know how long it would be before I go to court? We'd have no time together.
All I want is to see you clear your name, to, to get your life back.
It's going to be very hard to do considering what happened.
Except it didn't happen, Sandy.
Tell him, Rebecca.
Tell me what?
Okay. Um... that night, I never showed.
I got scared.
Sukowsky had to go it alone.
I knew it.
Why'd you run? I panicked.
I knew if I got caught, I'd have to testify against my friends.
Sandy, you could defend her. You could clear her name.
We can't ask him to put himself at risk like that.
He has a family now. No, wait, wait, wait.
Before you left, we were his family.
Sandy, please, I am begging you.
Give my daughter her life back.
Hey. SETH: Hey.
Is that Marissa?
Yeah, or as I like to call her, Cosmo Girl,
with a passion for fashion and a magic flask...
Alcoholism as a superpower.
Well, that is an interesting take.
You must think Marissa is super-hot.
You're not going to, like, draw me
all short and stumpy, are you, to, like, punish me for not liking you anymore?
This is kind of my concern.
You and me and the artistic process...
What about it?
Well, you and I have a history, and I'm a little concerned
that it's going to compromise my vision.
Are you writing me out?
Oh, I will compromise your vision.
Do not forget about my rage blackouts.
I have not. In fact, it's part of your superpowers.
Really? Yeah, it's very Hulk-like.
But I'm not going to, like, turn green, am I?
Oh, this is your way to make me rip off all of my clothes.
That right there. It's our history. It's affecting the work.
Are you forgetting about our third partner, Zach?
Superhero nickname, "The Boyfriend,"
has the power to make me forget you.
I'm just saying, high stress, late nights, close quarters...
I hope it doesn't, but I don't know.
It could get weird.
You think? Well...
Hey, guys! I got great news.
Hey. My dad has
an intern whose uncle works at Wildstorm.
Really? What's Wildstorm?
Unbelievable comic book company.
I pitched them the shape of the idea.
Well, Zach, we don't really have...
They love the world of Orange County, man.
They think it could be really hot right now.
They said if they like the artwork,
they might want to set up a meeting.
All right.
So get ready, man.
Late nights, high stress, close quarters...
Oh, and Cohen, you got to nail Summer.
What?
Excuse me? I pitched them
her character, Little Miss Vixen, with her designer handbags
full of killer credit cards.
They loved her. They did?
Yeah. They love me.
Okay, but we got to lock down her likeness.
You got to start drawing her right away.
Uh, okay.
Like tonight.
So I'll be posing for Cohen tonight?
It's fine. This is going to be great.
Great.
So great.
Hey. Hey.
We're not having a party, are we?
One never knows.
No, it's just dinner with my dad.
Oh. Don't worry.
You're not invited.
Oh. Well, good
I should probably get back to the office anyway.
Oh, okay.
You working with Max?
Yeah.
What's there left to do?
Everything.
What if I told you he wants me to clear Rebecca's name,
prove she was innocent?
I would think that would be wonderful.
You would?
The man's daughter died,
and if you can't bring his daughter back,
at least you can clear her name.
I knew you'd understand.
Well, why aren't you dressed?
Is Lindsay here?
Lindsay isn't coming. Why?
'Cause Caleb's coming.
Well, I know. That was the idea. Go and get her. Gotten in the middle enough.
Well, didn't you use that Luke Skywalker, Darth Vader thing?
She poked a serious hole in that analogy.
Look, my father is on his way over here,
and if Lindsay doesn't show up, we're going to be having dinner with him... alone.
That's a good point.
I just don't think there's anything I can say.
Maybe you're right.
Forks on the left, soup spoons on the right.
What's this?
Oh, it's something Seth drew.
It's a demon water polo player, I guess.
He left it here.
Maybe in ten years,
I'll sell it on eBay or something.
So, what's the deal with you guys?
We never really left the ground, you know?
We taxied down the runway,
but never achieved liftoff.
Yeah, I just got out of one of those.
Yeah, well, they're good
for getting over someone, I guess.
Or getting you ready for someone.
Hey, can I crash at your place again?
Anything to avoid hanging out with my stepdad.
Works for me, but...
( sighs )
Can I ask you a question?
Sure.
What are you doing with me?
Picking up a pint of Cherry Garcia and renting some DVDs?
I mean, sleeping over, hanging out all the time,
borrowing my clothes...
Things that never happened with Seth, and I was dating him.
Well, Seth's not really your size.
No, but he was, however briefly, my boyfriend.
Maybe you're right.
I should probably sleep at home anyway.
I'm out of fresh clothes as it is.
Okay.
Oh, and I'll wash this shirt, get it back to you.
No, don't worry about it.
( knocking )
I'm almost done practicing, Mom.
Not your mom.
Hi. Your sister.
I didn't know you played the oboe.
Oh. Not well.
I just started practicing again.
It sounds great. What was that?
Uh, it was Brahms, an orchestral piece.
You know who likes Brahms?
Yeah. I'm not going to dinner
even if Caleb is a huge fan of the oboe.
Look, no one has been more thoroughly crushed
by our dad than me.
Hey, now, there's a club I want to join.
He's got a lot of issues.
He's not the easiest guy in the world
to get along with, but once you figure him out,
he's-he's really a good guy.
Really?
I don't know.
I've never been able to figure him out,
but maybe we can try...
together.
( crickets chirping )
Well, it's not much, but the couch is pretty comfy,
and we've got air conditioning.
Well, we don't have air conditioning, but we-we have windows.
Carpeting, very lush. It's private.
And the price? You can't beat it. It's great, Sandy.
It's perfect. I mean, it'll be fine for the next 48 hours.
Well, it might take me a little longer than that
to figure out how to take on your case.
You are? You will?
Oh...
Thank you.
( sighs ): I mean, um... thanks.
I know I said I didn't want your help, but...
I kind of did.
I kind of knew that.
Hmm. So, um...
have you told your wife yet?
No. Sandy?
She can't know anything yet, not until we get this sorted out.
Now... I don't like it,
but... it's the best thing for her.
Okay, that's your decision.
My dad's going to be thrilled.
We should celebrate.
Yeah, I'll go rent out Chuck E. Cheese.
I know we can't go out, but we could order in Mexican,
grab a bottle of tequila.
Still like pachung?
Yeah.
Yeah? Smoke a little weed?
( laughs ): Cool.
Yeah, while I'm harboring a fugitive,
I'll go and score some pot off the street.
( coughs ): Oh.
Never leave home without it.
Happen to have a bong handy?
Not these days, no.
My son Seth is... he's quite the detective.
Hmm. If my memory serves,
Sandy Cohen could turn just about anything
into a pipe.
Soda can... apple...
Do we get to listen to the Allman Brothers, too?
Depends if you've got an apple.
Let's just stick to the tequila.
Hello. Hmm, come in.
You can...
All right. Hey, nice to see you dress up
for the occasion.
Oh...
( clears throat )
( sighs )
Ready?
Yeah, just a second.
Um... go ahead.
Oh, my God.
What?
It's my costume.
I told you I had wardrobe approval.
Look, if it was up to you,
I'd be wearing shredded purple jeans and pasties.
No, this is better. This is much better.
Okay, come on. Let's be professional.
Less drooling, more drawing.
And don't give me any junk in the trunk, either.
It's just the gifts God gave you.
You think you can maybe turn, like, 40 degrees
but keep your face tilted towards the light,
and then hold your arms akimbo.
A what-bo?
Here, just like this.
Okay, chest out a little bit.
Okay.
This way. Mm-hmm.
( whispering ): Okay, now turn your face
out this way a little bit.
Wait.
What?
Okay.
Are your greasy paws done manhandling me?
Yeah. You look good.
Did you just draw that?
Yeah, but you just stepped Right now?
out of the light.
Hey.
You know, I wish I could draw,
but every time I try to draw a person,
it's just one big head with legs coming out of its chin.
Yeah, look how you're holding the pencil.
You're choking it.
No, I am not. This pencil can breathe on its own.
Yeah, well, the guy with no neck can't.
Loosen up a little bit. Okay.
All right, there you go.
Just take it nice and easy.
Yeah. Yeah.
Picasso said,
"First you have to be able to draw a straight line."
Right.
I think I've got all the angles I need.
I can do the rest from memory.
Yeah, good, 'cause, uh...
my costume's starting to ride me.
Excellent.
I'll come back for Princess Sparkle later.
Okay.
( sighs )
This is the best meal you ever cooked, Kiki.
It's fondue, Dad.
Cheese pot, not so difficult.
Did you know that Lindsay plays the oboe?
Not well.
Do you now?
Do you play any Brahms?
I try.
Did you know that Dad has box seats at the Hollywood Bowl?
Have you ever been? Uh, no, I heard it's amazing.
Tickets are yours.
Great.
Ryan?
What do you think?
A little Essa Peka,
a little Yo-Yo Ma?
I don't think Ryan would be interested.
Dad.
What, I'm just saying, a boy like Ryan
would probably get bored with a show like that.
Right, 'cause they don't have music in Chino.
It's fine. Just let him insult me.
I didn't mean to insult you.
I just had no idea that you were a classical music fan.
What's your favorite Brahms concerto?
Ryan, I'm so sorry.
No, it's fine. You know what? I'm just going to go.
This was supposed to be about Lindsay
and Caleb making up for lost time.
What are you insinuating?
It's just you guys have a lot to catch up on.
I'd hate to see you waste all your time insulting me.
Ryan, stay.
Yes, Ryan, stay as long as you like.
Living in this house, eating our food,
dating our children, butting in to our affairs.
You are so out of line.
What?
I've forgiven him for burning down my model home,
for teaching my grandson how to steal cars,
and for starting a brawl at my Man-of-the-Year party,
and everyone seems to have forgotten
that he impregnated a girl.
Something you might know a thing or two about,
except I didn't pay her off to stay quiet.
What did you say to me?
I'm just telling you the truth.
And you can try and hide it from Lindsay, make this all about me.
I've had just about enough out of you.
That's too bad, 'cause I'm just getting started.
Ryan.
Let me tell you something, if you've come here for a fight...
Dad. Ryan, don't.
Oh.
( groans )
Dad?!
Oh!
Dad?
Oh, my God.
Call 911.
Dad!
That's the last time I try cooking.
I'm starving.
There's got to be a vending machine to raid around here.
I'd love some coffee.
Yeah, let me get that.
SETH: Hey, Lindsay,
you want to come?
I'll stay here.
I'm here.
I'm sorry.
Not that I haven't wished it on the man,
but how's he doing?
I haven't heard yet.
I was worried about you.
Oh, I was working late.
Have you been drinking?
MAN: Kirsten Cohen?
Ah, yes.
I'm Dr. Stephen Lasser.
I was with your father all night.
Let me say, he's going to be okay.
Oh, thank God.
He did, however, suffer a mild heart attack, and we're
going to have to run some tests and keep him here
a day or two, but nothing to worry about.
Um, can we see him?
Well, visits are restricted to family.
I'm his daughter.
Then right this way.
Are you coming?
In a second.
I was thinking... you around my dad, right now?
Oh, probably not the best thing for his blood pressure, huh?
Probably not. I understand.
I've got plenty of work to do at the office.
But I'll stay if you want me to.
No, I have Lindsay, Ryan and Seth.
Right.
Oh, my God. You almost kissed him?
Shouldn't you be at the hospital?
Eh, whatever. It's just Caleb.
Ryan said he'll be fine.
Besides, he's like a cockroach, you know?
He'll outlive us all.
Again, you almost kissed Cohen?
It was not an almost kiss.
It was a nose graze. Totally different.
Not totally.
Sometimes you can just have, like, a moment with someone.
You know, when you're doing something totally random
and it's just, like, charged, or something.
Who you been nose-grazing with?
What? No one.
I just mean...
Do you know what I mean?
Yeah, like, even if you're dating a totally hot guy
that really likes you, you can still get flustered
by a bobble-headed geek in size 27 jeans.
Yeah. What is that? I don't know.
What are you supposed to do about it?
I think it depends on who the person is.
If it's Cohen,
well, I think you need to use all your weapons
and your designer handbag to defend yourself.
If it's a normal person, you go for it.
What if it's someone
whose nose you never thought you'd graze?
Do you mean like Princess Sparkle?
You are young, you are single,
and you have a cute nose.
So why not put it out there?
KIRSTEN: Are you comfortable?
Do you need anything from home?
Slippers, robe?
No, no, I'm... I'm fine.
Thanks.
Actually, I've never been better.
Are you on morphine?
I owe you both a huge apology.
It's just a shame it took a coronary
for me to realize how terrible I've been
and I've been terrible.
Dad, it's okay. It's not okay,
but now that I've got a second chance,
well... I'd like a second chance.
Can we start over?
Whatever makes you feel any better.
I didn't even think I liked you.
Until I thought I lost you.
Does that mean you forgive me?
Okay.
Yeah.
REBECCA: Am I going to jail?
Not necessarily.
Clearing your name is probably impossible.
It's not going to be easy.
With your permission, I'd like to explore
some kind of amnesty, a plea bargain,
to keep you out of jail so you can be with your dad.
Yeah, that's what's important here.
What can we do?
I'm going to need a statement of fact, your story.
And then we can track down any witnesses
who can corroborate the truth.
But first...
I've got to call my wife.
Excuse me.
Hey, baby, it's me.
I was hoping you'd be there.
I guess we'll catch up back at the ranch for dinner.
Call me if you need anything.
I love you.
Maybe you should be with your family,
your wife, given everything.
Oh, it's okay. I don't think she really wants me there.
Her father and I don't exactly get along so well.
You sure? Yeah, yeah.
The sooner we get started...
The sooner I'm out of your life
and you can have yours back.
No, it's not like that.
Yeah, it is.
Go home to your wife.
We'll work on this in the morning.
Hey.
Oh, these are probably pretty cold by now.
Oh, thanks.
Yeah, I was going to go and give them to you guys,
but I didn't want to interrupt.
Where's Seth? He... he went home.
You know, shower, do some work.
Why didn't you go with him?
I just figured I'd stay here.
Least I could do.
Ryan, nobody blames you for this.
Really.
Hey.
What's going on?
Hey.
I just came by to give you this.
It might be worth a lot of money someday.
Nice house.
Thanks.
It's good for weekends, and, you know, vacations.
So are you seeing anyone?
Multiple people, perhaps?
Female? Life partner?
Seth...
It's a legitimate question.
Don't make me hurt you in your nice house.
Yeah, well, you know what?
You hurt me enough already, so...
Come on, I didn't hurt you.
It was never that kind of thing.
I remember you
scratching my cornea really bad
and bending my arm
in ways it's not supposed to bend.
You know what I mean.
We were each other's in between people, you know?
You helped me get over Jody.
And...
I helped you get over...
Summer.
Mm-hmm.
It's kind of cool, actually.
We helped get each other ready for what's next.
Well, good luck with that.
Good luck with Summer.
Look at this.
Well, I figured you could use a home-cooked meal.
It's grilled salmon in a raspberry coulis reduction.
My favorite. I know.
My hero. Mmm. Mmm.
You shaved.
Well, I clean up nice.
So, you've been working hard.
It's a good thing you got the new office. How do you like it?
Well, it's a little rough around the edges.
It's just my style.
Well, if you're going to be spending a lot of time there,
you'll need to spruce it up.
I like it un-spruced.
Well, while you are whipping up a culinary miracle,
I'm going to go to the store
and pick up some things for my dad.
I love you.
Hey.
Cohen.
Summer.
You...
So, I... Yeah, I been thinking.
Sorry, go. No, no,
you go first. Yes, okay.
Um... I'm not happy
with the, uh...
shadings of my sketches.
I'm glad to hear that, because I have made
some modifications to my costume.
And Princess Sparkle now has a cape.
Nice touch, fantastic.
I always say, every four-legged sidekick-- they need a cape.
Yes. I always say that.
Yeah, good.
So, do you need to draw me again?
No, that's not necessary. That is not necessary. I've got your image.
It's just seared in my memory.
Good.
I-I think, yeah.
I look forward to seeing what you come up with.
Here's the thing.
I just think that the best way
for us...
to maintain a professional relationship...
...is to spend as little time together as possible?
Yes, exactly. Good.
Who's ready for a road trip? What?
I just talked to the guy at Wildstorm.
He loved your drawings.
I set up a meeting.
We're going to San Diego-- just the three of us!
That's great. Great.
* *
This is my fault.
No, I-It's no one's fault.
But I think Caleb has changed.
He really wants
a relationship with me.
Uh, that's great.
Yeah, it is. Yeah.
It's just...
I think that that's going to be pretty hard...
If I'm around, yeah, I know.
Look, I know... that he's going to like you.
I mean, how could he not?
( giggles )
I just think that's going to take some time.
And he needs me now.
Yeah, we'll take some time off.
It's not like we haven't done it before.
I know-- first Kirsten, and now my dad.
You don't want a relationship with Julie Cooper, do you?
'Cause then we'd never see each other.
Yeah, that's not going to happen.
( laughs softly )
I know what it's like...
not having a dad. I...
I get it.
Bye.
( door shuts )
( phone ringing )
SANDY: Hey, it's me.
I'm just checking up on you, making sure you're okay.
Yeah. I was just getting ready to sack out on the couch.
All right.
I'll see you in the morning, and we'll figure this out.
With you leading the charge, I have no doubt.
Good night.
Good night. Thank you.
( phone ringing )
( sighing )
( whispering ): Come on.
( sighing )
Hello?
Oh, hey, sweetie, it's Mom.
Hey. How's Grandpa?
Uh, he's okay.
I just saw him. Is your dad around?
Uh, hang on. Let me check.
Dad?
I have no idea where he is right now.
Okay, well, I-I'm going to make a pit stop.
I'm going to drop a few things off at his office.
It needs some sprucing up.
Did you say "sprucing"?
Yes, I did, indeed.
All right.
Listen, um, if he and I should cross paths,
is there anything you want me to tell him?
No, I want it to be a surprise.
Just let him know that I'll be home in a few minutes.
All right, I can do that.
Bye-bye.
( knocking )
Yeah?
Hey. Hey.
Ryan and I could use a little help
setting the table. All right.
Who called? Oh, it was Mom.
Oh, yeah? What did she say?
She's going to be home in a few.
REBECCA: Sandy? Is that you?
Rebecca?