My Dead Dad (2021) - full transcript

Hi, Daddy!

Hi, papi!

Lucas, you want some?

Ah...

- Mm, you want a bite?

- Look.

Oh, my gosh, look how...

That kid!

Where is he?

Lucas, ven aquí, papi.

Ah! Let's play, Daddy.

- You're gonna break my stuff!

- Get ou...

What's up!

Andy fucking Roy right here.

I'm here

with the Reno fucking Rats!

Reno Rats, motherfucker!

- Hey, Lucas!

- Daddy's home!

- Reno Rats!

- Yeah!

Yeah!

Who started this crew?

Who got the crew together?

Lucas!

We're not

gonna be in Reno long now.

Let's get out of here, Lucas!

Shit, hold on

for fucking dear life!

Oh, shit.

Yo, hey, Lucas, you okay, man?

- Hey.

- That's it, dude.

That's it.

- Yeah, Lucas...

- Dude...

- One more.

- Call it a day.

Lucas, we can

just come back another day.

Let's call it, man.

I'm not leaving till I get this.

You've got one more,

and we're out of here.

Hey, Lucas.

Lucas.

For real.

Dude, yo, he's done today.

Hey, put the camera down

and help us.

- Hold on.

- Lucas?

- You all right, bro?

- Lucas.

Lucas!

Do you want some water

or tea or some oatmeal?

No, I'm good, thank you.

You sure you don't

want some oatmeal?

What's up, Mom?

You're acting weird.

Your dad passed yesterday.

- Is that it? Can I go now?

- Don't do that, Lucas.

You want me to be

more sad or less sad?

I feel like

the second somebody dies,

everybody acts like they were

some saint or something.

You never had anything good

to say about him growing up.

Like, if we even

talked about him.

You know, when you were a kid, we

explained things to you in kid terms,

but it's not

that black and white.

There was so much more

to the story than you know.

Okay.

How'd he die?

Lung cancer.

Nice.

Your Uncle Tommy

went to the estate lawyer.

And, um, your dad

left everything to you.

Oh, my God,

the fucking deadbeat dude.

I don't want any of his stuff.

- Can you please just ask Uncle Tommy to take care of it?

- No.

All of the apartments

are in your name.

What apartments?

Ugh, yeah, yeah, hold on.

Hey, uh, I'm sorry to knock

so loud, Lucas,

but I didn't know

if you were in or not.

Yeah, I'm... I'm in. Sleeping.

- Oh, yeah, I'm sorry... I'm sorry to wake you.

- Nah.

But I just thought that we

would get the day started.

Um...

Do you remember me at all, kid?

No, sorry.

Okay, I met you a few times

when you would come to visit

your father

when you were little.

I guess you were too young.

Yeah.

You still got

the same baby face.

Yeah.

Well, okay.

You know, enough reminiscing.

I just thought that,

you know, I would take you out,

we'd make the rounds and

introduce you to all the tenants.

- Yeah.

- I'm the groundskeeper slash superintendent.

Well, I kind of work better

alone, so...

- You work...

- Listen, I appreciate this whole "father figure,

help me out" thing,

but I'm good, thanks.

- You're good?

- Yeah.

Okay.

You know what?

I'll be around if you need me.

- See ya, kid.

- Oh, um, hey, what's the deal with me selling the place?

- In terms of what?

- Selling the place.

I want to sell the place.

Well...

first, you have to go through

all your father's stuff.

Make sense of it all.

Is there like a 30-day notice

I gotta give everyone?

All the tenants?

So they can go away?

Yeah, your pops,

he said you would be like this.

Haven't seen him in ten years.

Did he tell you that?

- I'll see you around, Baby Face.

- Hey, don't call me that.

That's... that's not my nickname.

See you around, Baby Face.

Yo, what up?

- What up, bro?

- Um, is, uh, Kieffer here?

Yeah, if you're looking

for Guala Boy

to sign something for you,

it's not gonna be a good day.

Yo, what the fuck?

Lucas!

Damn!

- It's so fucking good to see you.

- What's up, big boy?

Yeah, eh, eh, Cosmo says

you live here now.

Ah, no, I don't.

I mean, for now

I guess I do, but...

He says you're rich now, bro.

Inherited a mansion

from your dad,

gonna set up some skate park

where that pool used to be.

Bro, don't listen to anything

Cosmo ever says in his life.

Four tres, blood.

Fuck Cosmo.

Eh, I want you to see something.

My first pro deck.

- Ooh...

- Eh, what you think?

That's awesome.

They let your boy do the

graphics and everything on that.

Yeah, I can tell.

Eh, you want one?

They gave me a bunch.

Yo, yo, yo.

You're the guy from Reno Rats.

Reno Rats!

I knew I recognized him.

- Hey, Lucas! Varela!

- Varela! Yo!

Look, Reno Rats Two, like,

we still have that on the VHS,

- Put that on the VCR.

- It's in the back.

- Eh, eh, that tape is dirty, bro, for real.

- You're amazing.

- Eh, that was the best tape ever.

- That one was fucked up.

Damn, dude,

I barely recognized you.

What do you do?

You still skate?

Nah, I don't really do

any of that shit anymore.

Mm, fuck!

Honestly didn't

take you to be a skater.

You seem more like

a rollerblader to me.

Well, I'm not either.

Then what's that?

Don't worry about it.

Sorry, I didn't mean to...

I was just...

I was just being a dick.

Teach me a trick.

Yeah, that's gonna be

a no from me, dawg.

You don't think I can skate

'cause I'm a girl?

- Is that what it is?

- No.

I just don't think

you can skate period.

Come on, just teach me.

Come on.

Oh, boy, all right.

- I knew you would.

- Get on.

Okay, ready?

Pull me.

- Come on, pull me.

- No.

Pull me!

Faster.

Come on, pull me, bitch!

Come on.

Come on! Faster!

Faster!

Okay, now let go, let go.

I'm doing it!

Uh, just keep it...

Keep it elevated.

I broke my wrist

a bunch of times.

- You just gotta, like...

- Can we please talk about something else?

Like, anything else.

- Yeah. Yeah, yeah, sorry.

- Thank you.

So, uh, what do you do for work?

I, um... I sell vintage.

- Sell vintage?

- Mm-hmm.

Yeah, like, I buy vintage

clothes and then I sell them.

Unless I really like them.

Then I keep 'em for myself.

So you basically shop for

yourself for a living, as a job?

Kind of, I guess.

That's cool.

That's awesome.

You know,

you don't have to stay here.

You can... you can leave.

I know.

Oh! What the fuck?

God damn it!

Ah, fuck!

Fuck, fuck me, Jesus!

Shit.

Help! Hey!

You have no experience

with plumbing,

but you thought you would just

go ahead and twist some valves?

All right, go ahead.

Twist the new valve, open it up.

All right, now try the water.

There you go!

See?

You really do work better alone.

Pretty much.

Ah, it's an old building.

Your father renovated it.

It still has its quirks.

Do you know that James Dean

lived up on the third floor?

For real?

No, I'm just fucking with ya.

Fuck you.

It's okay to ask for help...

sometimes.

- Yo, what the fuck?

- Whoa, Jesus, I thought there was nobody here.

- Hey, man, hey.

- Hey! Hey!

Hey, wait! Whoa, whoa.

Hey. Hey, Lucas, it's me.

- Who the fuck are you?

- It's me. It's me.

Who?

You don't remember me?

- Uncle Tommy?

- Yes!

I thought you were gonna

kill me with that thing, man.

- You should knock next time.

- I... I just...

It's me.

It's a nice

old building, you know.

I mean, no rent control.

- Yo, come in.

- Hey, hey!

Hey, there he is!

How are ya?

- How are ya?

- Captain.

So...

What's new, Tom?

A lot.

A whole lot of shaking going on.

Sammy Stein, Luke.

This is the best of the best

of property law.

Ooh.

- Hey.

- Hey.

How's it going?

Yeah, old Sammy here,

he got me out of a jam or two

back in the day.

- Yeah?

- Old IRS wanted to take everything from me.

The shirt off my back.

- In fact, every shirt.

- Fuck the IRS.

He always says that.

So, I just got off the phone

with the legal team

at Innovation Holdings,

and the offer

is still on the table.

Of course it is.

You should have seen me

selling these people.

I was like fucking golden.

All right,

so here's the contract.

Now, I looked this over

and it's solid.

I mean,

this is a really good deal.

But all you need to do now

is you sign.

You... you wanted me

to sign it like right now?

Why the hell else

you think we're here?

You said you wanted

to sell, right?

Hey, bro,

seriously, it doesn't matter

if it's a dude, if it's a chick,

if it's some kind of animal,

I don't know, just... I just wanna

see my bro get his pee-pee touched.

Like, for real.

- You know, like...

- What are you even talking about, bro?

Like, I just wanna see you happy.

For real, you come to LA,

you're all like moody and shit.

I don't know, like, I just...

I mean, for real, like...

Like, whatever happened

with you and Juliet?

He ended up calling. He's like,

"Good thing I brought my Heelys,"

and he just like slid away.

Nothing, that's what happened.

Yo, remember she was dating

Kev's dad back in high school for a bit?

What the...?

No, bro.

That was a fucking rumor.

That's not true.

No, no, no, dawg, I definitely saw

them making out at a party once.

Like, hard.

Thanks for telling me, dude.

Oh, shit, I'm...

I thought you guys

were on a break.

No.

Fuck Reno.

I wanna sell the place.

But...

I also...

don't wanna go back to Reno.

Then don't go back to Reno.

Damn, dude, I've been trying to tell,

like, Cosmo and all you boys

to move down here for years.

What the hell would

we have done in LA?

I don't know.

What the fuck

you been doing in Reno?

Card declined.

You have a credit card?

Hey, Mom.

This probably

isn't true or anything,

but my mom had mentioned

there might be like,

uh, an amount or something I

could get monthly from the building.

It's probably

not even the case, right?

Is that what you really want,

kid?

Money?

- You wanna cash out on your dad's place?

- Uh, you know, never mind.

- Don't worry about it.

- No, Lucas, hold on.

I can't do it right now because

I have a water heater to fix.

But I'm happy

to chip you something.

But will you please

just go introduce yourself

to all the tenants first?

You know,

like a decent human being?

So be nice,

knock first and be polite.

You're a pain in my ass,

but thank you.

My name is Lucas and I'm

just going around the apartment,

introducing myself to everybody.

- No, I'm not falling for this bullshit.

- What?

Yeah, si, yes.

No hablo español.

No.

Yeah.

Hi.

That's a...

That's a big responsibility.

- You up for it?

- Do you know how to do that?

I mean, you know,

manage an apartment?

- Oh, qualifications?

- Qualifications.

- You know, experience.

- For the building, like, to run buildings?

- Right, like...

- No, I don't.

Um, no, no, no.

It's okay, thank you.

No, no.

I just came by

to introduce myself.

We're still figuring

everything out.

I'm just here to help.

Hello.

- Hi...

- Uh, can you please just leave me alone?

Have some eggs.

They are good.

Oh, no, I... I'm good.

I have to go

around the apartments today.

You pig.

Where's the papers?

I don't speak English, so...

Yeah, you just spoke English,

though.

Oh, no, I... I never

spoke English in my life.

- Frank should come in with you...

- Um...

...because, you know,

I'm... I'm not feeling ya.

You know what,

I... I agree with you.

Oh, how about some chips?

Make you strong.

- Thank you.

- You come back to see me, won't you?

- Okay, yeah.

- Yeah.

Ugh.

No sell. No sell.

Get out of here!

Hello?

Oh, hi.

Sorry, I didn't think

anyone was home.

No, I'm... I'm home.

- Yeah, sorry, sorry, I'm being weird.

- Yeah, you are.

I'm just going

around the apartment,

introducing myself to everyone,

and clearly I forgot it's you.

- It's me.

- Yeah.

- So, hello, again.

- Hi.

Well, even though

we've already met,

I am Miss Sophie.

It's a pleasure.

My God, that's so official.

Give me a handshake.

The pleasure's all mine.

Lucas Varela at your service.

You're Augusto's son?

I can't believe that he's gone.

Yeah, it's weird. I feel like

everybody knew him except me.

And you're just taking over

the place?

No, no, I'm kind of like

watching over the place

until we figure things out.

Who's we?

Mm... me.

It's... it's me.

He, uh, kind of made me

like the head of his estate.

God, that sounds so British.

Um...

- It does.

- I don't know why he did that, to be honest.

Maybe it was his way

to show you he loved you.

Yeah, I don't know about that.

I think so.

So, uh, Tony Hawk,

how's your hand?

Maybe you can sign it

like in high school.

But just like maybe

don't draw a dick on it.

- Can't promise that.

- I'd rather you not.

So, uh, are you like

an artist or something?

- What is all this shit?

- Mm, kind of.

I mean, I make things sometimes,

but my boyfriend, he's a DJ,

so all the music stuff is his.

- Oh, yeah?

- Mm.

I used to play in a band.

- Like, back in high school.

- Really?

I bet you guys

would get along really well.

- Yeah?

- You know what?

Gavin!

Gavin, baby, we have company.

- Come say hi.

- I'm trying to sleep.

What are you yelling about?

- Hey, bro.

- What's up?

Yeah, all right,

well, guess I'm up now.

- Mwah.

- I love you, poopy.

Mm, how do you guys

know each other?

Uh, Lucas

is Mr. Varela's son.

Mm, is that like a family friend

or something?

No, Augusto the... the landlord.

Oh, shit.

- Yeah.

- Oh, dude, I'm sorry, man.

God, I feel terrible.

That must be rough.

No worries.

Appreciate that, though.

Yeah, I... I didn't

put it together.

I've been texting him and he hasn't

hit me back about the garbage disposal.

It makes sense now.

By the way, could you tell

the janitor to fix it?

It's been broken for a while.

Yeah, yeah,

I can, uh, hit him up.

Appreciate it, bro.

It... it has been

really annoying.

Oh, baby, uh,

Lucas is from Vegas.

Fuck you!

No way!

I spend like six months

out of the year in Vegas.

I'm a DJ. I open up

for Tiesto at the Wynn.

I'm actually from Reno.

Oh, shit, fuck.

I'm sorry, I got them confused.

Nah, people get that mixed up

like all the time, so.

Okay.

Wait, so you're not from Vegas?

No, I'm from Reno.

Oh.

Well, why aren't you from Vegas?

Reno sucks.

How about some whiskey,

Baby Face?

Grandpa likes to party, huh?

Grandpa thinks that

you can't hold your liquor

when you call a single glass

of whiskey partying.

Yeah. All right, I'll take

a double, then.

Ooh, bad boy.

Uncle Tommy came by

earlier today looking for you.

Oh, yeah?

Are you gonna call him back?

Just been kind of busy.

I heard that you met Mrs. Tuang.

She thought you were a Mormon.

She's been with us

since the 1980s.

Your pop has her rent locked.

She pays something crazy

like 500 a month

for her two-bedroom.

I don't know

how she would get by.

Yeah, yeah, I get it.

Why are you here, Lucas?

Well, I'm going around

the apartment,

introducing myself

to the tenants like you asked.

No. Why are you in Los Angeles?

You know why I'm here.

You didn't have to come.

I mean, I guess not.

Okay, I... I think

that you're here

because you wanna

make peace with your old man.

- Yeah, nah.

- No.

Maybe, maybe, a part of you

really cares about your father,

and you want

to make things right.

I think you're real off

on that one.

You know, most people

think that, uh, a man

is supposed to keep

everything bottled up inside.

But really it's much harder

to open up.

You read that on a poster

at an AA meeting?

Listen to me.

I'm putting up with you because I

promised your father that I would.

But if you keep fucking with me,

I won't hesitate to lay you out.

I'm sorry.

Apology accepted.

Ah, I was a lot like you

when I was your age.

Can I tell you something, Lucas?

Yeah.

Last year, uh...

my wife.

She was taken from me.

I felt...

I felt helpless.

But, you know,

a lot of people are going

through shit like you and me.

A lot worse, some of them.

Whenever you feel like talking,

you come over here,

we'll have a couple of beers,

we'll get some weight

off our chests.

How'd she die?

Just like your old man.

It's been a sad year

for me, Lucas.

Most mornings I just lay in bed.

I have to fight with myself

to struggle just to get up.

I mean...

why do you even get up?

'Cause I learned

how to appreciate

the small things in life.

Find meaning

in the small things.

You know, the taste of a

really good whiskey in a glass

with a big old fat ice cube

in it.

I know, it doesn't seem

like much to you,

but, man, sometimes...

it's all you're left with.

Yeah, no.

Actually, that sounds amazing.

It just, uh...

I don't know

how I'd ever do that.

You'll get there.

For real, my ankle

was broken straight over.

- Like, done.

- That's gross.

It was gross, it was gross.

But like the pain

hadn't set in yet, right?

So I popped that back in, hopped back

on my board, tried the gap one more time.

I landed that, and then I

went straight in my homie's car

to the hospital.

That was your first clip

on Thrasher.

You were so darn cute.

But that ain't shit

compared to that crook

on that 16

that Lucas crushed up.

Damn, I'm telling you,

this boy was a skate god.

Was?

Emphasis on "was."

I saw this fool

try to skate the other day

and he was falling

all over the place.

- You were!

- Okay, wow, all right.

And whose wrist is broken

and whose is not?

That's because

you pushed me off.

- Oh!

- He pushed me off.

Eh, eh, no, no, no.

Go back.

You never said

that you were skating again.

I'm not.

Yo, you remember that time

Plug just like butt chugged

a 40-ounce

from the end of his board?

- No...

- Wait, why?

Dude almost fucking died.

So, you get your pole wet?

Nah, we're just friends.

You know she likes you, right?

She's got a boyfriend.

So?

What the fuck does that mean?

Hey, Tara has a husband

and I still beat that up.

You're a fucking animal.

You know, and she's...

could be your mom,

you know that, right?

I do.

I fucking know that

and it's fucking awesome, bro.

Damn, 'cause she's like

a mom that you can fuck.

That doesn't sound right.

Oh, no! Oh...

No! What the fuck? No!

Dude, I'm not saying

I wanna fuck my mom.

No, I'm saying

she's like a mom you can fuck.

Yeah, dude I know,

I know, I get it.

It just doesn't sound right.

I understood

what you were saying.

I just want to see if

you had any like water leaks

or anything like that.

I'm in the apartment above

and there was just this pipe

that randomly exploded.

Wait, who are you?

Uh, I'm Augusto's son.

Yeah, but you're white.

Half white.

My mom is white.

Yeah, you're like 100% white.

Yeah, well, I guess

you just kind of turn out

looking like the parent

you actually spend time with.

So you just came down here to

take over his apartment complex?

No, it's not like that.

I would never live here.

I mean, if anything, I'll

probably just like sell the place.

- You're gonna sell the place?

- Great.

Go, go. Go, Ron.

Turn on the Craig's List alerts

for roommates

- because we will be homeless.

- Stephan, this is not helping.

I can't believe

this has happened!

Just go have a cigarette.

Calm down.

- Calm down.

- It's not for sure. It's not like it...

- You're fucking with me, right?

- I'm being serious, yeah.

It was that time

of the month for me

and all my friends told me

that it hurt to lose your virginity.

- So, it happened.

- How was that any better?

Don't judge me.

I see you judging me.

All right, Brown Town,

you do you.

You want kids?

Mm, I don't even know

what I want, like, generally.

Yeah, I don't think anyone does.

And if they say they do,

then they're probably lying.

Do you want kids?

Is it fucked up

if I say I don't?

No.

- Really?

- No, not at all.

Yeah, I don't know.

I'll... yeah, I'll probably

have kids.

Yeah.

Sounds about right.

- What do you wanna name 'em?

- Hmm...

I don't know.

I haven't gotten that far.

I don't even want kids now, so.

What would you name your kids?

I'm taking a huge shit!

Thank you.

Thank you for coming

with me tonight.

For sure. Any time.

It's been really hard for me

to make friends here.

I mean, I have a million

and a half friends,

but tonight

was really fun for me.

Uh, you ever go to Vegas?

See Gavin's shows?

Uh, no, no, not anymore.

You ready to roll, Tony Hawk?

Yeah.

- Ah... Oh, sure.

- There you go.

Your back okay? We need to

get you some Viagra, stay strong?

You're stronger

than I thought, kid.

- Shut up.

- You know, bed bugs are no joke, Lucas.

Listen, I bet you

a thousand bucks

if I asked you, "Hey, you

itchy right now?" you'd scratch.

Well, she's got a citation

from a pest control company.

Of course she does.

Pest control companies

bank on old ladies like that.

And even if she does,

how bad could it be, huh?

- Okay.

- I told you.

- There are so many bugs.

- Okay, yeah, but the spray is to get rid of the bugs.

- You don't want the bugs, right?

- I don't want the bugs because...

- Okay.

- ...at night time when I sleep, I have to put tissue paper

in my ears and then wear a mask.

- Okay, can I look at the bugs?

- Uh, yeah, of course you can look at them.

- Okay.

- Yeah.

Oh.

Oh, fuck!

Usually, night time,

they're everywhere.

I can even hear them

with my tissue paper in my ear.

And, oh, you know, even

their poo poo are very small.

But, oh, when there's a lot

of them, they stink a lot.

Okay, well, you need to clean

up your place, please, first of all.

- Seriously.

- I'm an old and sick woman.

- All right, okay.

- There's only so much I can do.

I hear ya. How long

ago did a person come

and check out your house

for bugs?

- How long has it been?

- Uh, I don't know.

I don't remember.

Your dad always

take care of it, yeah.

Mm.

I...

I'm sorry.

And I will call

the bug terminator people.

Oh, I love The Terminator.

Very good.

- How often does this happen?

- No, The Terminator, the movie!

Your dad showed me that one.

My dad showed you

The Terminator?

Yeah, he was helping me

study for my test

to become an American citizen.

We studied a lot.

He told me about

all the American heroes...

Benjamin Franklin...

John F. Kennedy,

Arnold Schwarzenegger,

all those things.

Wait, Arnold Schwarzenegger

was on the US citizen test?

No, your dad and I,

we had American movie night

every month.

I really enjoyed that.

He, uh, brought a VHS

of Terminator.

Oh, I was so happy.

Hamburgers and everything.

I, uh, didn't know

he was so patriotic.

- That's weird.

- Well, he learned all these things with me.

Very supportive.

Yeah, he was an amazing man.

You know, it's just too bad.

You'll never get to know him

like that.

Tonight you become a man.

You watch this tonight, okay?

Okay.

You're terminated, fucker.

What's up, bro?

Cosmo?

What you doing here?

You have to guess.

Don't tell me you moved to LA.

I told Kieffer not to ruin

the surprise.

- Quit my job and everything.

- Wow.

Damn, you made the blankets

and everything for me.

Is it cool if I stay here

for a little while, bro?

Uh, that's me in there, so.

Well, why aren't you staying

in the regular room?

I don't know,

it's just been like...

I'm clearing out my dad's stuff,

and it's just been kind of

weird in there for me, you know?

That's tough.

Well, I guess

I'll stay in that room.

Um...

Dude, you can't

ride that in here.

I'm gonna be real here.

If I was a ghost, first thing

I'd do... girls' locker room.

What? What do you mean

the girls' locker room, bro?

- Like, how old are these girls?

- Yeah, what the fuck?

Like, college.

Volleyball age.

Volleyball age? Word?

- Okay, yeah.

- What age is that?

Lucas, just sleep

in your dad's room, man.

If he is a ghost, I guarantee

you he's not in there.

He's in a girls' locker room.

- Dude!

- I don't know, man.

It's just kind of weird

being around him like that.

- Didn't even like the dude.

- Dude, your dad was the shit.

I mean, fuck, he took us

to every competition.

He let us eat

whatever we wanted.

- I smoked a joint with him once.

- What?

- No, you didn't.

- No, seriously.

We went to go pick up

that truck.

- He totally let me hit a joint.

- Nah, you're full of shit.

You're full of shit right now.

You're just fucking with me.

- How old were you, huh?

- Damn, I wish I could've smoked a joint with your dad.

Yeah, me too.

That would have been tight.

What's up?

How are you?

Eh, fucking around.

What are you up to today?

I was supposed to go check out

my dad's beach spot,

clear it out.

Cool. Where?

San Luis Obispo.

You wanna come?

It's like three or four hours

away, you goof.

Ah, shit, all right.

Well, that's far.

Never mind.

Mm, you know what?

No, uh, I'll come.

You sure?

'Cause we probably wouldn't

get back till like midnight.

You know what, sometimes

you don't always need a plan.

Sometimes you just gotta

like let go and have fun.

- Live free, you know?

- Word.

You should open up

a yoga studio.

Are we taking the Mustang?

Uh, that's my dad's.

- I kind of feel weird driving it.

- Yes?

- All right.

- That's a yes.

Okay, I'm gonna go change.

I just want you to know

that I love you.

Your mother loves you.

Planet Earth has got a few more...

- I told you we should have taken the Mustang.

- All right, all right.

- You were right.

- I'm always right.

You were right.

♪ Here I am ♪

♪ And I never, ever

Ever wanna be ♪

♪ So alone ♪

♪ I'm never gonna have to see ♪

♪ I know ♪

♪ That I'll never, ever cry ♪

♪ I'll go ♪

- ♪ Sunshine ♪

- ♪ Sunshine ♪

♪ Sunshine's on my front door ♪

Well...

I see where I get

my organizational skills from.

This is definitely your dad.

These are cool.

Oh...

You know it's okay, right?

It's okay to be weak sometimes.

He left me a voice mail

in the hospital.

Yeah?

What did he say?

I deleted it

before I could listen to it.

Why?

It just pisses me off knowing

that I had this moment to go...

Just to go off on him.

For how fucked up

he made me feel.

And just like ask him

why he left.

I don't know.

Maybe I just wanted

to blow up on him

so that I had this

like second chance

to reconnect with him.

Or something.

But I didn't.

And now it's too late.

What do you think he said?

Probably some corny dad shit.

Corny dad shit's the best.

Yeah.

All right, enough sad shit.

Let's, uh, get outta here.

Okay, let's do it.

Okay.

I don't wanna go home.

- What?

- When's the next time you and me are both gonna be here together?

Can we just stay here

for the night?

Ha, get along now!

I can't believe they have cable.

Like, I can't remember the last

time I watched something on cable.

What? Cable's awesome.

What do you watch on cable?

- I... you just like turn it on.

- Mm-hmm.

And just like hope for the best.

It's kind of beautiful.

Mm-hmm. Okay.

Eh, a lot of old people

have cable in Reno.

- Do you like it?

- What, Reno?

Mm-hmm, yeah.

I don't know.

It's nice.

I mean, I hate it.

But it's nice.

Aren't there like mountains

and stuff there?

Do ever like go skiing

or snowboarding or...

anything like that?

Mm, nah, not really.

I used to go all the time

when I was a kid.

But I don't really go anymore.

It's like when something's

right there,

you take it for granted.

There's people like all over

that come to Reno for vacation.

Yeah, no, I get that.

It's kind of what it's like

in LA with the beaches.

Mm-hmm.

It's kind of fucked up

if you think about it.

I mean, why are we like that?

Why is that our default?

Guess it's just

our human nature.

Yeah.

- This show fucking sucks.

- What?

- It sucks.

- Walker, Texas Ranger fucking slaps.

- What are you talking about?

- You're ridiculous.

I gotta pee.

Sick,

thanks for letting me know.

You're welcome.

You can tell me the truth

if it's a number two.

Shut up!

Oh, my God, they have those cute little

shampoo and conditioner bottles here.

You wanna take a shower?

Uh, we probably

shouldn't do that.

What are you talking about?

I meant...

Oh, I didn't mean together.

Okay, yep.

Sorry, um...

Duh.

Unless... unless you want to.

Eh, Sophie?

Still wanna go to that

Madonna Inn place for breakfast?

Eh, Sophie. Wanna get breakfast

at the Madonna Inn place?

Get out, Lucas.

- Are you okay?

- What... will you please get the fuck out, Lucas?!

Come on.

- It's one in a million that you meet someone like me.

- Yeah.

I'm telling you because

I've met a lot of people here.

So you always close?

That's how I am, I close.

- So...

- I won't take no for an answer.

- Look at this, look at this, look at this.

- Hey.

What? What happened?

Uh, just kind of had

like a rough night,

so I'm probably gonna go to bed.

It's cool, man. We're just

gonna talk business in here.

Cool, um, can you

get off my bed?

- This... this is your bed?

- Yeah.

Uh, but you do know

that there is a bedroom, right?

- And...

- I know... I fucking...

- Can you please just...

- Is it because of your dad?

- Is it because he slept in there?

- No, no, it's not...

- I just need some space. Can you please get up?

- All right, all right, okay.

Let's... listen, don't...

Just, please, let me...

Give me five minutes.

We gotta finish this thing.

Luke, this is big.

All right?

You could be done with this.

So just give me a number, okay?

Couple days, a week, two weeks?

- Yeah, two weeks.

- Two weeks? Ah!

- That's fine. Thank you.

- All right.

That, I can work with.

Oil's clean.

Coolant's good. You know what,

put the cable back on the distributor

that's heating the coil.

- Right here, right?

- Yeah.

- Yeah, all right.

- Yeah, make sure it's tight.

- How about that, huh?

- Good.

Good job, kid.

Marine tattoo?

Yeah, yeah.

I served my country.

I was in the Marines.

Thought it was a jail tat

at first.

No.

- Ever been to jail?

- No.

No, I've done some dumb things

when I was a kid,

but I was never dumb enough

to get caught.

You?

Once.

Yeah, painted a dick

on a dumpster once.

In middle school.

Yeah, principal called the cops.

Like, just to scare us and shit.

And they actually

fucking arrested us.

It's so stupid.

Kind of funny

thinking back on it, though.

Wow, that's, uh...

That sounds dumb.

I bet your mom didn't think

that was too funny, huh?

I don't even know

if she found out, to be honest.

They called my dad.

I think that was like

the last conversation,

like real conversation

I had with him.

It's amazing.

To think that some of the most

important moments in our life...

they don't seem important

at the time.

What was the last conversation

you had with him?

Well, it was right down here.

Your dad was sitting over there

on that dumpy chair.

He was smoking a joint

and he was laughing.

He was interviewing me

on this little recorder device.

Pretending he was like

Larry King or something.

Did he do a good impression?

No, no, no,

that's why it was funny.

Look, your dad...

your dad had this quality

about him, Lucas.

You never knew

what he was gonna do next,

but you always wanted

to stick around to find out.

It was magic,

just like this positive force.

I guess I didn't

get that from him.

Oh, yeah, you did.

Your dad would show me

these VHS tapes

of you skateboarding

when you were a kid.

You never shut the hell up.

I don't know, man, it's like...

I hate to say it, but, uh...

the more I hear about him,

the cooler he sounds.

Kind of makes it worse

that he had, uh...

no reason to be around me.

Sometimes what a man

wants to do,

and what a man is able to do

are two different things.

- Yeah.

- Just remember that next time before you judge the man.

Tamales!

Tamales!

Tamales!

Ugh, really?

Tamale, tamale, tamale!

God, dude, fuck LA.

God damn it.

Yo, yo, need a hand?

Uh, I'm good.

I appreciate it, though.

Aw, come on,

I got you, big dawg.

Like these things?

Not really, I just didn't have

any food at my place.

You know who loves these things?

Who?

Sophie.

Yeah.

Yeah, she's obsessed.

Yeah, last year

for her birthday,

I got the tamale guy

to do a special appearance.

He wore the sombrero,

the whole thing.

Oh, she fucking loved it.

- Yeah. That's... that's cool.

- Yeah.

Yeah, it was cool.

You know, I like to make her

happy, I like to see her smile.

- She's a good girl.

- Yeah.

Girls, you know, sometimes it

just takes the simplest little thing.

Oh, dude, the other night,

I was DJ-ing...

I'm a DJ... I was DJ-ing

the other night at UCLA,

and this sorority girl

tried to suck my dick on stage.

- Yeah?

- Yeah!

No, I'm lying.

Yeah, dude.

I mean, I didn't do it,

of course.

I don't cheat on my girl.

I'm not... I'm not a fucking

piece of shit, you know.

- Yeah.

- But I could have.

And I could have cheated on

her a lot of times, but I don't do it.

- Mm.

- Yeah, it's just bad karma.

I don't...

It's just not...

You know what I mean?

- It's just not cool.

- Yeah.

Yeah. So...

- Do you mind?

- Hmm?

- Can I have a bite?

- Sure.

Yeah, my man.

Haven't had one of

these bangers in a minute.

Oh, my God, this is the best!

Mm! Anyway, here.

Oh, and by the way,

I know what's happening.

Yeah, that key

is for the apartment door

and not the mailbox.

You'll figure it out, homie.

Later.

Nice pants.

- Hmm?

- Nice pants.

Oh.

I mean, they're just black.

Yeah, but they're cute.

- Uh, is Kieffer here?

- Who?

- Guala Boy?

- What you know about Guala?

- We grew up together.

- No way.

So, a white nigga's talking

about Guala Boy.

Yeah, is he here?

Bro, you ain't seen

his Snapchat?

This nigga's out here

skating at P. Diddy's house.

Naked bitches and shit,

the whole nine.

- P. Diddy right there.

- Ladies.

Want some coke?

Uh, so, um, what do you do

for work?

Ralphs.

- What?

- Ralphs.

I work at the deli at Ralphs.

Oh, uh, uh...

- You like it?

- No, fuck, no.

Okay.

I'm... I'm sorry.

I'm sorry.

It's not you.

You're gay?

Yeah, sure.

Ugh, fucking... you fucking twat.

Hey, this is Sophie.

I'm not at my phone right now,

so just text me.

I don't know why people

leave voice mails anymore.

Lucas!

Lucas!

Lucas!

Lucas!

How you doing?

How are you, honey?

I'm good.

I just, uh, have something

on my mind.

I'm about to run into church.

Can I call you later?

Lucas?

God damn it.

You're looking like

you're about to sink one in

on the field over there,

big dawg.

- Huh?

- You look like a lacrosse player with that thing.

Oh.

Uh, you play?

Lacrosse?

Nah, man.

That always seemed

kind of gay to me.

No offense.

- Well, I don't... I don't play lacrosse, so.

- Yeah.

Well, I'm out here just trying

to get after it, you know?

Never thought I'd be

one of those kind of guys

to get fit

just for my wedding photo,

but here I am.

I'm that guy now, you know?

Hmm.

You, uh, guys going

to a wedding, or...?

No time like the present.

Show him the ring I got, babe.

It's a long time coming.

Speak now or forever

hold your peace.

We're actually having

an engagement party tonight

if you wanna roll through.

Don't even try it.

Don't even try

and convince me not to

because I am so, so far past

having made my decision.

I'm selling the place.

Well, I would say

congratulations

on making a decision,

but you're on the fence,

Lucas, I can tell.

No, I'm not.

You're fucking up, Baby Face.

You're coming from a bad place.

This isn't my mess.

All right? I don't wanna babysit

this apartment till the day I die.

I'm not happy here, man.

You're not happy here.

You're not happy in Reno.

You're not happy

anywhere, Lucas.

It's you.

You're not happy.

No matter where you are

because it's in here

and it's in here.

Yeah, like you know best?

The guy working

in this pile of shit

for some dead asshole.

That's the problem

with kids nowadays.

You just want everything easy.

Avoiding discomfort

the second you feel it.

Bet you haven't gone through

your father's stuff yet, huh?

Oh, God forbid, Lucas.

God forbid that you find something

that reminds you of your dad.

- I'm sorry, but fuck him.

- He loved you, Lucas.

You... You were

everything to him.

Yeah.

Loved me enough

to show his face.

There's two sides

to every story.

And it looks like

you've only heard one.

What the fuck does that mean?

Your dad went to Reno

to see you a lot.

And your mom called the cops

on him every time he went.

He spent a night in jail

just trying to see his son.

Your mother, Lucas, she used you

as a bargaining chip

in their divorce.

Your dad, he smoked

a little bit of pot,

but your mom, she wanted

full custody to move on clean.

Then why am I being

told this now?

Fifteen fucking years later,

you're telling me this fucking now?

It doesn't fucking matter!

He's dead!

I needed him ten years ago.

And where the fuck is...

Fuck, dude!

Why am I fucking...

even fucking angry

about this shit, dude?

- It's okay to be angry, Lucas.

- It's not!

It's not fucking okay!

It's not okay that he did that!

You wanna shoot the messenger,

Lucas, go ahead.

But like I told you, there's

two sides to every story,

and you don't really know

your dad.

Hey, Gavin!

- That's your friend with the dead dad.

- Yeah.

- What's his name again?

- Lucas.

Whoa! Whoa!

What are you doing, dude?

- You don't deserve her.

- Hey!

Okay, no, no,

Gavin, don't take...

- Hey, watch out.

- Oh, you wanna fight?

You wanna...

Come on, hit me, do it.

Oh, shit!

Lucas!

Have you guys seen my lighter?

Hey, hey, hey.

Hey!

- Yo, you're blocking the view.

- Dude, just fucking turn it off!

Turn it off for a second!

I'm done, dude.

I'm fucking done.

I'm selling this place.

Fuck LA.

What?

I'm selling the apartments.

- To who?

- I don't give a shit.

I don't know, anybody.

My Uncle Tommy's

got some people lined up.

I don't fucking know.

- Is this about that chick?

- No, it's not about...

You guys seemed super happy

last time we hung out.

God, no it's not

about the fucking chick.

I mean, like,

maybe part of it is.

A'ight. Yo.

This stays between us.

The last year

I almost quit the team.

Can we just not talk about

skateboarding for like two seconds?

- It's a metaphor, Lucas.

- Oh, God.

Hey, just listen.

I put so much pressure

on myself.

You know, like, just...

It adds up, bro.

Like, it just becomes too much.

It's not fun anymore.

Yeah.

Yeah, so I just peaced out.

You know, I didn't even tell

anybody where I was going.

I just bounced out of town

for like three weeks.

Didn't even take my phone.

But when I came back,

everything was fine.

Damn, you didn't even invite me.

Hey, all I'm saying is sometimes

you just gotta like

take a step back.

For real, Lucas.

Mm.

Oh, shit, eh.

You're the type of dude

who'll kill at whatever you do.

Unless it's being a landlord.

Then you're fucked.

Hey, you're up early.

Um, yeah.

Are you okay?

I mean...

no, I'm not.

You're safe, though,

right now, right?

Yeah, I'm safe.

Mom...

I know you kept him from me.

I should have let your father

see you more.

I'm so sorry, honey.

I messed up.

I messed up bad.

I was trying to protect you,

but I ended up hurting you more

by not letting him see you.

Your dad...

total idiot.

But he cared about you.

He did.

Parents, we're... we're just

kids who somehow got old.

Where do we go from here?

What the fuck, dude?

- I'm naked, get out.

- Well, come on.

What are you doing?

The buyers, man, the buyers,

they pulled out.

Look, Uncle Tommy, at first I really

appreciated you helping me out...

but it's starting to seem

pretty obvious

you're like desperate for money.

I mean, what's up, man?

I'm in a lot of debt.

I don't even know how I'm gonna

make this month's mortgages.

I have no idea.

I was counting...

Forget it.

Maybe I can lend you some money

from the apartments.

Till you get on your feet.

Would that help?

Huh?

Yes, yes.

That would be great.

And, I mean...

there's also like 30,000

for the car

and, uh, 10,000 for the boat.

Yeah, I can't do that, man.

I'm sorry.

You're a good man, Lucas.

Being an adult sucks.

Yeah.

It's, uh... it does blow.

Hey, look, I don't wanna

start any shit.

I just wanted to say

that I'm sorry.

Okay.

Come with me.

What?

No. Where?

It'll be like our version

of The Graduate.

I'm getting married in ten days.

Ah, yeah,

it's gonna take awhile.

Probably should just like

call the whole thing off.

It's not funny, Lucas.

I can't go with you.

I mean, of course you can.

But you don't want to.

And that's what I came here

to find out.

Part of me

really wants to, but I...

I won't.

Whatever happened

to the whole "live free,

follow your dreams,

artist girl" shit, huh?

Maybe I was just full of shit.

Maybe I am just full of shit.

You are so intense, Lucas.

And I... I thought...

I thought I knew

what I wanted, but I just...

I don't.

Look, the only reason you think

everything's fine all of the time

is because he doesn't think

about anything in a real way, ever.

It's just like

some bullshit illusion.

Maybe I'd rather live in some

bullshit, comfortable illusion

than some dark version

of reality.

Did you ever think about that?

I know that you think

that I'm your answer,

but I'm... I'm not.

You know that whole thing

that, like,

"you can't love somebody

unless you love yourself" thing?

I mean, it's bullshit.

Being there for somebody else

when you're down,

that's fucking real love.

So, why'd you go

on that road trip with me?

I needed it.

Just... something different.

And you seemed like

a lot of fun.

Well...

surprise.

Yeah.

I can't do it.

Alone.

I'm... I'm keeping

the apartments,

but, uh, I can't do it

without you.

What's this?

You know that this

doesn't legally bind anything.

Yeah, I know.

It's more of a symbolic thing.

I was gonna ask

Uncle Tommy to help me

with his lawyer

create something,

but I'm pretty sure he's one of

those legal shield scam artists, so.

Yeah.

I know, it was, uh,

the best I could do.

I'll see you around, Frank.

Hey, Baby Face.

Be well, my friend.

Hey, Lucas.

If you're listening to this,

I'm probably dead.

God...

when did I get so old?

I don't know if you're ever

really ready to die,

but, uh, maybe that means

you've always been ready to die.

Anyways, I wish

things were different.

I just wish we had

a chance to just...

hang out more, you know?

I used to worry about you.

A lot.

But, uh, honestly,

I'm not worried

about you, Lucas.

You always had a drive

for something more,

and I think that's a gift.

Just don't be so hard

on yourself all the time.

Jesus Christ,

you drove us crazy.

Locking yourself up

in the skate park bathroom.

But life or death

isn't life either.

I think you get that

from your mom.

She's driven by

the what-ifs of the world.

The only way I know

how to operate

is by the what-is.

I don't blame her, though.

I do have to give her

some major props.

Jane...

now that's a woman.

Deep down, a real, tough bitch.

In the most loving and amazingly

unapologetic way possible.

She did what she had to do

to take care of you.

I respect her for that.

I think I always played

the good cop to her bad cop.

And it wasn't fair to her.

She got fed up with it.

Things changed.

I let it happen.

I just wish I... I knew

how to tell you that.

So, um...

I'm sorry.

You know, you're getting

to be the age

when I became a dad.

Weird, right?

Gonna be honest here.

I never thought I wanted kids.

And, man, I tell you,

it is not a conversation

you wanna have

with a pregnant woman.

That definitely bit me

in the ass.

What tore me up

is after you were born,

I still didn't want a kid.

But I... I wanted Lucas.

When you were a kid

and I started skating with you,

I fell in love with it

because I finally found

a language to speak with you.

But you learn other languages.

And, uh, with the apartments,

they're important.

Not because of the cash

or superficial value,

but because I wanted

to leave you something

that you could use.

Something you could have

as a man, you know.

I'm not gonna

tell you how to manage it

or to even manage it at all,

but there's definitely

some things

worth learning from the tenants.

I have some stories

you might get a kick out of.

But I am just enjoying

the process.

You may too.

Whatever you do,

I just want you to know

that I love you.

And planet Earth has got

a few more rotations in it.

Oh, and also...

there's a really wonky pipe

under the bathroom sink.

Get Frank to help you

with that before I forget.

You don't need

that kind of drama.