Better Things (2016–…): Season 5, Episode 1 - F*ck Anatoly's Mom - full transcript
Sam learns some things about her family.
♪ Whenever life gets you down,
Mrs. Brown♪
♪ And things seem hard
or tough♪
♪ And people are stupid,
obnoxious or daft♪
♪ And you feel that you've had♪
♪ Quite enough...♪
-♪ Just♪
♪ Remember that
you're standing♪
♪ On a planet that's evolving♪
-♪ Revolving at
900 miles an hour♪
♪ That's orbiting
at 90 miles a second♪
-♪ So it's reckoned♪
-Hmm.
♪ A sun that is the source
of all our power♪
♪ The sun and you and me♪
♪ And all the stars
that we can see♪
-♪ Are moving at
a million miles a day...♪
-Guys.
Chewy.
-Good baby!
Come here, guys. Go afuera.
Good.
-♪ Our galaxy itself♪
♪ Contains
a hundred billion stars♪
♪ It's 100,000 light-years
side to side♪
♪ It bulges in the middle♪
-♪ 16,000 light-years thick...♪
-Yes.
Santa Ana wind advisory is
in effect...
-♪ We're 30,000 light-years
from galactic central point♪
-Where are you?
♪ We go round
every 200 million years♪
♪ And our galaxy is only one of
millions of billions♪
♪ In this amazing
and expanding universe♪
♪
Um...
I totally am gonna block him,
I think.
Because, like, if he wants to go
and do stuff without me,
like... Anyway.
My mom will not leave me alone
about all the tattoos
that I'm getting.
♪
-♪ The universe itself♪
♪ Keeps on expanding
and expanding♪
♪ In all of the directions
it can whizz♪
♪ As fast as it can go♪
♪ The speed of light, you know♪
♪ 12 million miles a minute♪
♪ And that's the fastest speed
there is♪
♪ So remember,
when you're feeling♪
♪ Very small and insecure♪
♪ How amazingly unlikely is
your birth♪
♪ And pray that there's
intelligent life♪
♪ Somewhere up in space♪
♪ 'Cause there's bugger all
down here on Earth.♪
Leave it!
Daddy, daddy, daddy.
-Leave it!
Go up.
-You called me.
-Daddy!
-Not you, Sam. It-It's my son.
-I swear to God.
Do not test me, mister.
Get off the phone.
Daddy's on the phone.
We talked about this, honey.
-Put the phone down.
-Honey.
-Honey, honey.
-No. No.
-Honey? Honey.
-Daddy!
Thank you.
Jesus Christ.
Kids, am I right?
-Okay.
-Hi, Sam.
I'm confirming you have that
fitting at Western Costume.
-Friday, 2:00.
-Okay, I forgot.
How long do you think?
Because I have a thing at 3:30.
What are you talking about?
It's a four-hour fitting.
Y-You've got to block out
four hours.
Jesus Christ. Four hours? Why?
Because you're gonna be wearing
pinafores and shit.
It's a period piece.
Don't eat anything
for the next 48 hours.
Only fluids. They had
very tiny waists in those days.
Very tiny waists.
Okay, but why does it
have to take four hours?
You're in almost every scene.
You have 11 looks.
I-I'm so jealous,
you're gonna be wearing
a fucking bustle.
I could spit.
My wife's gonna die.
Daddy!
I got to go.
-Ugh!
I don't want to wear a pinafore.
Hello?
-H...
I'm extremely frustrated.
I went to the Verizon store
to switch out my phone,
-and they kept me waiting
for about...
-Okay.
-Oh, hang on.
Hold, please.
-Hello?
We still on
for this thing today, or what?
Yes, Marion.
Why wouldn't we be on?
I'm just checking. Jesus.
Mom, it's your son.
I'll pick you up soon
for the thing.
I have absolutely
no interest in that.
There's nothing to learn
from the dead.
Okay, well, thanks. Bye.
Hey, can we do a thing sometime
where you
talk to me and explain
stuff to me about money?
Like, I'm really confused
about credit
and my finances and shit.
And I want to know about NFTs.
Like, what the fuck are NFTs?
I don't have enough days left
in my life
to explain to you
what an NFT is, and no.
We tried to talk about money
before.
It doesn't work with you and me,
-specifically because of you.
-I'll be better.
You have the attention span
of a rainbow trout.
Wait, what were you
just talking about?
-Fuck you...
Hey.
Do you remember...
What?
Never mind.
I'll see you at 3:00.
Mom, hurry up. She's waiting.
I'm trying, I've been
driving around for 20 mi...
Oh, my God! Be right back.
Sorry. Whoa.
Just one sec. That's my space.
That's my...
-Eh.
All right.
-Whoa!
-Yes.
-Learn how to drive!
Yes.
And middle finger to you,
and lots of road rage
back at you, sir.
Mm-hmm. Yes.
Come on.
♪ Oh...♪
I'm not wearing the right shoes.
She's been waiting.
-She is?
Ooh.
It's the only building in L.A.
with a five-story walk-up.
♪ His help...♪
Are you kidding me?
Wait.
Literally.
♪
Yeah, I actually love
this exposed brick.
Ooh, it's kind of hot.
Is there any AC
in here?
Uh, no, unfortunately.
But, you know,
you can open the window,
get a nice cross breeze,
and, you know,
check out the view
down in the courtyard.
I will do that.
Um, I love you, by the way.
-Oh.
-I...
I stole my mom's VHS copy
of Mystic Flow.
Yeah, I grew up watching you.
-Oh, that's so cute.
Thank you.
Does everybody in the world pee
down there?
No offense.
Welcome to Hollywood.
-I love it so much.
-Yes.
But... Mm.
-Mm-mm.
-I'll take it.
-Hmm?
-Oh. Okay.
Let me get the paperwork.
We'll just need Mom to cosign.
-Okay.
-Uh...
-Oh.
Can I get a selfie with you?
-Uh... Oh, sure.
- Yay.
Okay.
Spinelli!
-Ha.
-Thank you. Okay,
I'll be right back.
I'll be right back.
-Okay.
You don't just say,
"I love it, I'll take it."
The-- Wait. Who does that?
-This is the whole thing.
I'll put my bed
right here.
♪
Oh, my God.
-And I'll have my studio
right here.
-Okay.
-That's perfect.
And...
-we'll put the meth lab
over there and...
What is this?
This-- It's, like, a panic...
-No, it's a-- Don't turn it on.
-It's a panic smoke alarm.
-Yeah.
-Oh, my God.
Dude.
Oh, no. Really?
-Ugh...
Mom,
how can you have the same
credit score as me, Mom?
Why do you have such bad credit?
-How can you let things go
like that?
-Oh.
Is there anyone else
who can cosign for me?
God, Jesus.
What's up, Mom-balomm?
Hi, baby. I miss you.
I miss my baby.
-LOL.
-Honey, honey,
pull your hood back.
Let me see some face.
-Mom, no.
-Hi.
When are you coming back?
Mom, please get me
pickles and Takis.
And red Gatorade.
And hard-boiled eggs.
And have all my favorite foods
for when I get home.
Please, Mama. And gum.
-Did you feed Gary?
-You know it.
We know dis.
God, I miss my little stink bug.
It hasn't been the same
without you.
-Mom, want to say hi to Dad?
Say hi to Dad.
-Oh, uh...
-Oh, I...
Hey.
-Hi. Hello.
-Uh, how are you?
-Yes. Oh, great.
-Um, we just...
-How's the... Yeah.
-Just, uh...
-Must be hot as balls.
Yeah, I...
-Really fun here. We're, uh...
Thank you, for...
-Thank you.
Hi, Dad.
Oh, hey, how are you?
Just... stressed.
What's going on?
I'll-I'll text you later
in the family chat.
Family chat?
Family chat. Hmm.
Bye.
Mom?
Are you poor?
Oh, I don't know
what to tell you, Max.
Welcome to the world. Everything
isn't so black-and-white.
This blows.
I loved that apartment.
Frances Farmer lived there
before she was
institutionalized.
Or after. One of those.
Okay.
Um...
Well...
I'll see you at 3:00
for genealogy.
Don't flake.
Frankie already bailed.
Mom, I can't. I...
Now I'm screwed.
Paisley has a new place
to live and I don't.
Of course you do. You could
always move back in with...
with u-us.
No. She seems late.
Well, I was here first.
She's always late.
-I'm so over this. Okay.
-Yeah. Well, it's...
Still a question...
-Hi. Hi.
Can I talk to you?
No.
Hello to you, too, Sam.
Hi.
She's my wife.
I'd like her with me for this.
-Mm.
Sam, Marion. Ready?
Thank you.
-Mm.
It's private.
-Uh-- Uh-huh.
-It's private.
Hi, I'm actually Sam,
and she's not...
part of it.
Here are your charts.
As you can see there, you're
exactly 50% Ashkenazi Jew.
And 50% other.
Irish, Scottish, Celtic
and two percent italiano.
-Hey!
Doc, can we skip the theatrics?
Bro. Rude.
Theatrics?
Son, these are your roots.
You're doing great, Doc.
Please continue.
Sorry.
Turn the page.
Murray Fox.
His father Harry Fox
was a junkman,
and he came from people
who were from...
-Poland. Poland.
-Russia. Russia.
The Ukraine.
Oh.
In this little area here, see,
that was your highest
concentration of Jews,
and they were under
Hitler's rule.
Do you think any made it out?
Oh. Here we go.
Ooh, boy. Uh, no?
Turn the page.
Meet Clara.
She is your one cousin
who survived.
Yes.
She met Anatoly,
who was Ukrainian,
and they had
two beautiful children.
Anatoly's mother found out
that Clara was a Jew...
and she turned them
over to the Nazis.
-Oh.
-What?
W-What about the-the kids?
The two children? The girls?
-Them as well.
-Jesus.
They were all executed.
Anatoly went on to remarry.
-And had nine more children.
-Of course.
So, the mother-in-law.
Fucking mother-in-laws.
Your maternal grandfather
Jurist Wallem
had moved to California.
No. His name is Leland Darby.
That is what is so fascinating.
Leland Darby is not
your biological grandfather.
Sure he is.
Your grandfather was a man
named Jurist Wallem,
and he lived within nine miles
of your mother's childhood home.
He worked as a milkman.
She knew.
This is what she does best.
She keeps secrets.
This is one of the million whys
she makes me crazy!
That is so cool.
Look. Grandpa.
N-New Grandpa.
Ow. Jesus.
It all makes sense now.
-What?
-The neglect.
Her lack of sentiment and love.
Makes sense.
Oh, get over yourself.
This is about something so much
bigger than what you're saying.
When we were just in there,
seeing all of those lives,
all of those people,
that makes me feel like
we're a part of a greater chain
of history and humanity.
Like, the past and the future.
It gives me confidence, somehow.
Like, I'm important?
And you are.
Don't you see?
We come from people
who were workers
and laborers, Marion.
Oh, God. Come on.
For God's sakes.
What's the-- This...
That's why I said it's private.
Don't you get it, Sam?
Our grandmother fucked
the milkman.
-Huh?
Bye, Marion. See you around.
♪ I've been worrying...♪
Hey. Fuck Anatoly's mom.
Fuck Anatoly's mom.
In the eye like Moe Greene.
-♪ Why I got to think
this way...♪
♪ I've been wondering
all my life♪
♪ Well, I've been wondering
all my days♪
♪ Oh, sorrow...♪
-Go.
-O-Okay. Jesus.
♪ Tell me,
ain't that the life?♪
♪ Well, all I know
is that life♪
♪ Can be a grind♪
♪ Sometimes you got
to give it time...♪
Hello? Is this on?
We just found out
that your dad isn't your dad.
What difference
does all of this make now?
Everyone's gone.
Except me.
"'Tis a wise child
that knows their father."
My mum always used
to say that to us.
Uh, that pile is for giveaway.
-Good job, Phil.
- And that.
And all of those boxes.
Throw it away.
-It's gack. All so much gack.
No, you can't have that.
That's Spode.
-I don't want-- Okay.
-Mm-hmm.
-Mom. Phil.
-Mm? What?
You can't just get rid
of this stuff.
Look. It's your brother.
You can have that.
Take the rest away.
I can't bear the idea of people
looking through my things.
And all of this being your mess
when I've gone.
It's all just ephemera.
It's been in a box
so many years, it becomes a box.
That's all it is.
-Meaningless boxes.
-But that's not true, Phil.
Look.
-You take the box...
-Mm.
...you open the box,
and there's your brother.
Never mind.
He's gone now. That's it.
A life, and then gone.
-Hmm.
This is pretty.
Oh, whoa.
Phil.
There's dozens of them.
-Mom.
My God, look.
Your mom, Mom.
"Your windows are bare,
your chimneys are cold,
"your garden a tangle of weeds,
seasons old,
"an empty house
is a lonely soul,
"a drear look of sorrow
sharply is etched
on a creaking signboard
with the words 'to be let.'"
Oof.
By Shirley-Jane Darby.
I typed all of those.
-You did?
-Mm-hmm.
Why did you never show me these?
Well, they were here.
They were just in a box.
-Can I have them?
-No.
I need to look
through them myself.
-You can have those
when I'm dead.
-You've had decades with them.
-Eh, pshaw...
You can take from that side
over there.
Ooh. Oh, wait.
I think these were yours.
My baseball cards.
I'm having Council Thrift
pick all of this up tomorrow.
No, you can't. I have
to go through everything first.
Well, look through them now.
It's all going tomorrow.
I have arms because of you.
-What?
-Nothing.
Well...
is it okay if I take this
right now?
-Yes, yes.
-Hello?
Sweetie, sweetie,
sweetie, pay attention,
-pay attention, pay attention.
Red phone, Sam.
-Whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa.
-Whoa. Hang on. Slow down.
-You have to read something.
It's a newspaper.
It's-- It-- I-I have it for you.
You can read it, just come over.
Please. I can't tell you. You
have to read it for yourself.
I'm outside your house.
Where are you? Come over.
-Come on.
-Okay, I'm-I'm across
the street.
I'm at Phil's.
I'm coming over. Hang on.
Okay, um...
-Phil?
-Hmm?
Uh, I've got to get going,
but...
...keep this stuff for me.
Just, uh, I'm gonna c--
Keep all of this stuff for me.
-Don't get rid of anything.
-It's going away tomorrow.
-No, it's not. No, it's not.
-Yes, it is.
-Yes, it is.
-No, it's not.
-I'm afraid it is.
I did say.
Well, it's going to go
whether you like it or not.
-Hi.
-Hi.
What? Okay. I am.
-Okay. Ok-- Oh.
-Okay?
-What is going...
-I want you to sit right here.
Oh. Okay.
-Right here.
Okay. Read this.
You're not gonna believe it.
Read it right now.
-Okay.
-Get your glasses.
"My Sister Made Me Realize that
I Was as Cruel as our Father,
"exclamation point,
an Appreciation and a Public
Apology by Alan Emerson."
Sorry, pal, we don't want any.
We gave at the office.
Come on, honey, I said, come on.
Honey, do you not remember
that you were in the fetal
position for nine months?
You gestated a baby,
you were in so much agony.
And now here you are
on the other side, over him.
Am I right?
Remember the Princess Di
interview?
There were three of us
in that relationship.
Alan and I and you.
I knew you were gonna say that.
So annoying.
You have to give me the space
to let me do this.
I don't know what'll happen.
I know I'm setting myself up
for another anvil to my dick.
I know you love me
and you want to protect me.
And, you know,
fuck me once, fuck you.
But you need to let me.
You need to let me see.
Let me try.
He's owning his shit.
I still love him.
This isn't me trying
to hurt myself, or you.
This is me doing
something for me.
And, you know, I don't even know
what's gonna happen.
Give me a minute.
What an asshole.
What a dee-ick.
I'm wearing a neck doily.
I'm Judge Judy.
You want something else.
And I don't need
that part of you.
We have our own thing, right?
-Yeah, we do. We really do.
Stay for dinner?
I'll make for you.
As long as it's liquid.
-Okay. I got that.
-Yeah.
Mom?
-Hi.
-Hey. Are you ready to go?
-Hi.
Hi.
Um, what? What do you mean?
Did you forget about
Brig's dinner?
-I forgot! I did forget.
-Can I drive, please?
What? No, no. Not you driving.
We're gonna take an Uber
so Mommy can...
Cool. Um, you can
come if you want.
No, thank you, but I am gonna
raid your liquor cabinet.
♪ It's been a little... yeah.♪
Hello.
Hi.
Uh, we have a reservation
for four under Sam Fox?
Yes. We have you here.
The rest of your party
is already seated.
-Thank you.
-Thank you so much.
We are celebrating
a young man tonight
who got into Harvard.
-My son went to Harvard!
Oh, my God.
-See? I told you
it's a big deal.
Means a lot to people.
Congratulations.
-Thank you. Thank you very much.
-This way, please.
Thank you so much.
-Okay.
See? It's important
to celebrate rituals.
And big life milestone moments.
Hello!
How are you guys?
Hello!
So good.
-Nice to see you.
-Hello. Wait, wait.
-Come here.
-Nice to-- Okay.
-Congratulations, young scholar.
Thank you, thank you.
Oh, my God.
Yes, abalone sashimi, please.
Just with the lemon and salt,
and, um...
Can we get some sake?
"Can we get sake?" Girl.
Sake? "Can we get sake?"
-Now you're talking
my language, girl.
Okay.
Um, can we get one large,
cold, unfiltered sake, please?
With, um, four glasses.
Uh, I'm just kidding.
Two glasses.
Thank you.
But maybe we could have
four glasses.
Oh, yes. We will have four.
-We could... We keep it going.
We could do it.
-Driver.
-There you go.
♪ And it's dragging me
down below.♪
So, I came to L.A.
from Utah on my own.
I was the only one
in my family to move away.
I was a little bit
of the black sheep.
And, yeah, I couldn't wait
to get away from home.
So I went as far away
as I could go. Indonesia.
-Whoa.
-Yeah.
I immersed myself
in this culture that was
the polar opposite
of where I came from.
-Mom, you should speak Bahasa.
-Um...
Whoa.
Oh, my God.
That is so cool.
-Anyway, I,
you know, I found my way to L.A.
and started again.
I decided I wanted
to be a mother.
And Brigham has been everything.
I don't even remember my life
before him, you know?
And I...
I don't know,
but I had a whole big life.
I did.
Yeah, I really did.
And it's astonishing to me
that now he's going to be gone.
And, um, I don't really know
what I'm gonna do.
Oh, Mom,
I'll come home for the holidays.
No, you won't. It's fine.
It's just, you're gonna
have your own new life.
It's the natural order.
You-- It's just what happens.
Congratulations.
-Thank you.
-Oh, yes.
-Congratulations.
-Yep.
Oh.
You got it?
-There you go.
Ooh, this was fun.
Can we get some more sake?
Uh...
Now? Yeah. We can...
-Yeah.
-You.
-You.
-Can we...?
Oh, God.
Oh, God.
Had a little bit, a lot.
Yeah. Ooh, oh, oh, oh.
-I got it.
-Ready? There's the curb.
Be careful.
Good?
I'll ride in the back...
with your mom.
Okay.
Ooh. Full.
-Yeah.
Maybe we go a little slow.
Your mom, with the...
-I'm scared. I'm scared.
-Oh.
Oh. You're okay.
-Okay.
And she's out.
-Curtain down.
-Aww.
Mom, that's so cute.
-It's like you're her mom, too.
What?
What, Mom?
-You know what, Frankie?
-Oh, God. What?
You're just as brilliant
as Brig.
-No offense, Brig.
None taken.
She's a million miles beyond me.
I'm just good on paper.
Frankie, seriously.
Look at you. Look at your life.
You graduated early,
you work an honest living,
you punch a time card,
you go to work every day.
And you're saving me
a shit-ton in tuition money.
LOL.
You're both shining stars.
I'm jealous of everybody who
gets to meet you down the road.
Thanks, Mama Sam.
Had to celebrate you.
Ow! Ow.
Ow.
I'm gonna be sick.
No, I'm not.
I am not gonna be sick.
-I'm just really scared.
-It's okay.
-Okay.
-Oh.
-I'm just gonna stay here
for a second.
Okay.
Very sweet.
Your mom is very sweet.
Do you have any water
in here for her?
-Got to take my shoe off.
-Oh, yeah.
-I need them off. I need it off.
-Okay.
-Okay. Yeah.
-I need them off.
Oh, my God.
Open all--
-Put the air for her.
Here, yeah.
So, the joke
really only works...
...if it's pronounced
"So-Thuh-Bees," but it's not.
-So...
-Yeah. See, that's the thing
about jokes and comedy.
When you have to explain it,
it's not so funny.
Okay, boomer.
Okay, for the last time,
I am not boomer.
-I am Gen X.
-Okay.
-Whoa. Okay.
-Mom! What the fuck?
Oh, my God.
-You scared the shit out of me.
Why?
-I never left.
Good.
We like you here.
Well, I went down
a deep rabbit hole.
Gay sleepover.
I'll be right back.
Do I want to know?
I'll let you know
what I know when I know.
-Oh...
Mom!
Mom?
-Mom!
-Okay.
-Mom!
-Okay. Okay.
-Mom!
-I know. I know.
But guess what,
Mommy got a generator.
We ha-- Let me get
my flashlight.
It's never in the place
I put it.
I don't like that! Mom!
I know I put it in...
Mom. Mom. Mom. Mom. Mom. Mom.
Come on. I just...
Mom. Mom. Mom. Mom. Mom.
I swear to God. I always...
wanted to just have...
Yes! Yes!
Yes! Here we go.
-Ow. Fuck.
Oh, the genny works.
Ha, ha!
The genny works.
We have a genny.
Yes.
So good.
Mommy did it.
Honey? See?
See? Your mom has a generator.
We are boots on the ground
for when shit jumps off.
Aren't you proud of me?
Hello? Hello?
-"You're awesome, Mom."
Come down.
-I think I know
what I don't know.
-"Thank you
"for ensuring our safety
and for the dinner.
You're so nice."
I mean...
Mom.
♪
Sam?
Oh, my God, Sam. Oh, my God.
♪ The roof, the roof,
the roof is on fire...♪
Sweetie.
♪ The roof, the roof...♪
Ooh. Sorry.
♪ The roof, the roof,
the roof is on fire♪
♪ We don't need no water,
let the motherfucker burn♪
♪ Burn, motherfucker, burn♪
♪ Everybody, here we go♪
-♪ Ooh, ooh♪
-♪ Come on, party people♪
-♪ Ooh, ooh♪
-♪ Throw your hands in the air♪
-♪ Ooh, ooh♪
-♪ Come on, party people♪
-♪ Ooh, ooh♪
-♪ Wave them like
you don't care♪
-♪ Ooh, ooh♪
-♪ Come on, party people♪
-♪ Ooh, ooh♪
-♪ Everybody say "ho"♪
-♪ Ooh, ooh♪
-♪ Come on, party people♪
-♪ Ooh, ooh♪
-♪ Everybody, here we go♪
-♪ Ooh, ooh♪
-♪ Come on, party people♪
-♪ Ooh, ooh♪
-♪ Throw your hands in the air♪
-♪ Ooh, ooh♪
-♪ Come on, party people♪
-♪ Ooh, ooh♪
-♪ Wave them like
you don't care♪
-♪ Ooh, ooh♪
-♪ Come on, party people♪
-♪ Ooh, ooh♪
-♪ Everybody say "ho"♪
-♪ Ooh, ooh♪
-♪ Come on, party people♪
-♪ Ooh, ooh♪
-♪ Everybody, here we go♪
-♪ Ooh, ooh♪
-♪ Come on, party people...♪
Mrs. Brown♪
♪ And things seem hard
or tough♪
♪ And people are stupid,
obnoxious or daft♪
♪ And you feel that you've had♪
♪ Quite enough...♪
-♪ Just♪
♪ Remember that
you're standing♪
♪ On a planet that's evolving♪
-♪ Revolving at
900 miles an hour♪
♪ That's orbiting
at 90 miles a second♪
-♪ So it's reckoned♪
-Hmm.
♪ A sun that is the source
of all our power♪
♪ The sun and you and me♪
♪ And all the stars
that we can see♪
-♪ Are moving at
a million miles a day...♪
-Guys.
Chewy.
-Good baby!
Come here, guys. Go afuera.
Good.
-♪ Our galaxy itself♪
♪ Contains
a hundred billion stars♪
♪ It's 100,000 light-years
side to side♪
♪ It bulges in the middle♪
-♪ 16,000 light-years thick...♪
-Yes.
Santa Ana wind advisory is
in effect...
-♪ We're 30,000 light-years
from galactic central point♪
-Where are you?
♪ We go round
every 200 million years♪
♪ And our galaxy is only one of
millions of billions♪
♪ In this amazing
and expanding universe♪
♪
Um...
I totally am gonna block him,
I think.
Because, like, if he wants to go
and do stuff without me,
like... Anyway.
My mom will not leave me alone
about all the tattoos
that I'm getting.
♪
-♪ The universe itself♪
♪ Keeps on expanding
and expanding♪
♪ In all of the directions
it can whizz♪
♪ As fast as it can go♪
♪ The speed of light, you know♪
♪ 12 million miles a minute♪
♪ And that's the fastest speed
there is♪
♪ So remember,
when you're feeling♪
♪ Very small and insecure♪
♪ How amazingly unlikely is
your birth♪
♪ And pray that there's
intelligent life♪
♪ Somewhere up in space♪
♪ 'Cause there's bugger all
down here on Earth.♪
Leave it!
Daddy, daddy, daddy.
-Leave it!
Go up.
-You called me.
-Daddy!
-Not you, Sam. It-It's my son.
-I swear to God.
Do not test me, mister.
Get off the phone.
Daddy's on the phone.
We talked about this, honey.
-Put the phone down.
-Honey.
-Honey, honey.
-No. No.
-Honey? Honey.
-Daddy!
Thank you.
Jesus Christ.
Kids, am I right?
-Okay.
-Hi, Sam.
I'm confirming you have that
fitting at Western Costume.
-Friday, 2:00.
-Okay, I forgot.
How long do you think?
Because I have a thing at 3:30.
What are you talking about?
It's a four-hour fitting.
Y-You've got to block out
four hours.
Jesus Christ. Four hours? Why?
Because you're gonna be wearing
pinafores and shit.
It's a period piece.
Don't eat anything
for the next 48 hours.
Only fluids. They had
very tiny waists in those days.
Very tiny waists.
Okay, but why does it
have to take four hours?
You're in almost every scene.
You have 11 looks.
I-I'm so jealous,
you're gonna be wearing
a fucking bustle.
I could spit.
My wife's gonna die.
Daddy!
I got to go.
-Ugh!
I don't want to wear a pinafore.
Hello?
-H...
I'm extremely frustrated.
I went to the Verizon store
to switch out my phone,
-and they kept me waiting
for about...
-Okay.
-Oh, hang on.
Hold, please.
-Hello?
We still on
for this thing today, or what?
Yes, Marion.
Why wouldn't we be on?
I'm just checking. Jesus.
Mom, it's your son.
I'll pick you up soon
for the thing.
I have absolutely
no interest in that.
There's nothing to learn
from the dead.
Okay, well, thanks. Bye.
Hey, can we do a thing sometime
where you
talk to me and explain
stuff to me about money?
Like, I'm really confused
about credit
and my finances and shit.
And I want to know about NFTs.
Like, what the fuck are NFTs?
I don't have enough days left
in my life
to explain to you
what an NFT is, and no.
We tried to talk about money
before.
It doesn't work with you and me,
-specifically because of you.
-I'll be better.
You have the attention span
of a rainbow trout.
Wait, what were you
just talking about?
-Fuck you...
Hey.
Do you remember...
What?
Never mind.
I'll see you at 3:00.
Mom, hurry up. She's waiting.
I'm trying, I've been
driving around for 20 mi...
Oh, my God! Be right back.
Sorry. Whoa.
Just one sec. That's my space.
That's my...
-Eh.
All right.
-Whoa!
-Yes.
-Learn how to drive!
Yes.
And middle finger to you,
and lots of road rage
back at you, sir.
Mm-hmm. Yes.
Come on.
♪ Oh...♪
I'm not wearing the right shoes.
She's been waiting.
-She is?
Ooh.
It's the only building in L.A.
with a five-story walk-up.
♪ His help...♪
Are you kidding me?
Wait.
Literally.
♪
Yeah, I actually love
this exposed brick.
Ooh, it's kind of hot.
Is there any AC
in here?
Uh, no, unfortunately.
But, you know,
you can open the window,
get a nice cross breeze,
and, you know,
check out the view
down in the courtyard.
I will do that.
Um, I love you, by the way.
-Oh.
-I...
I stole my mom's VHS copy
of Mystic Flow.
Yeah, I grew up watching you.
-Oh, that's so cute.
Thank you.
Does everybody in the world pee
down there?
No offense.
Welcome to Hollywood.
-I love it so much.
-Yes.
But... Mm.
-Mm-mm.
-I'll take it.
-Hmm?
-Oh. Okay.
Let me get the paperwork.
We'll just need Mom to cosign.
-Okay.
-Uh...
-Oh.
Can I get a selfie with you?
-Uh... Oh, sure.
- Yay.
Okay.
Spinelli!
-Ha.
-Thank you. Okay,
I'll be right back.
I'll be right back.
-Okay.
You don't just say,
"I love it, I'll take it."
The-- Wait. Who does that?
-This is the whole thing.
I'll put my bed
right here.
♪
Oh, my God.
-And I'll have my studio
right here.
-Okay.
-That's perfect.
And...
-we'll put the meth lab
over there and...
What is this?
This-- It's, like, a panic...
-No, it's a-- Don't turn it on.
-It's a panic smoke alarm.
-Yeah.
-Oh, my God.
Dude.
Oh, no. Really?
-Ugh...
Mom,
how can you have the same
credit score as me, Mom?
Why do you have such bad credit?
-How can you let things go
like that?
-Oh.
Is there anyone else
who can cosign for me?
God, Jesus.
What's up, Mom-balomm?
Hi, baby. I miss you.
I miss my baby.
-LOL.
-Honey, honey,
pull your hood back.
Let me see some face.
-Mom, no.
-Hi.
When are you coming back?
Mom, please get me
pickles and Takis.
And red Gatorade.
And hard-boiled eggs.
And have all my favorite foods
for when I get home.
Please, Mama. And gum.
-Did you feed Gary?
-You know it.
We know dis.
God, I miss my little stink bug.
It hasn't been the same
without you.
-Mom, want to say hi to Dad?
Say hi to Dad.
-Oh, uh...
-Oh, I...
Hey.
-Hi. Hello.
-Uh, how are you?
-Yes. Oh, great.
-Um, we just...
-How's the... Yeah.
-Just, uh...
-Must be hot as balls.
Yeah, I...
-Really fun here. We're, uh...
Thank you, for...
-Thank you.
Hi, Dad.
Oh, hey, how are you?
Just... stressed.
What's going on?
I'll-I'll text you later
in the family chat.
Family chat?
Family chat. Hmm.
Bye.
Mom?
Are you poor?
Oh, I don't know
what to tell you, Max.
Welcome to the world. Everything
isn't so black-and-white.
This blows.
I loved that apartment.
Frances Farmer lived there
before she was
institutionalized.
Or after. One of those.
Okay.
Um...
Well...
I'll see you at 3:00
for genealogy.
Don't flake.
Frankie already bailed.
Mom, I can't. I...
Now I'm screwed.
Paisley has a new place
to live and I don't.
Of course you do. You could
always move back in with...
with u-us.
No. She seems late.
Well, I was here first.
She's always late.
-I'm so over this. Okay.
-Yeah. Well, it's...
Still a question...
-Hi. Hi.
Can I talk to you?
No.
Hello to you, too, Sam.
Hi.
She's my wife.
I'd like her with me for this.
-Mm.
Sam, Marion. Ready?
Thank you.
-Mm.
It's private.
-Uh-- Uh-huh.
-It's private.
Hi, I'm actually Sam,
and she's not...
part of it.
Here are your charts.
As you can see there, you're
exactly 50% Ashkenazi Jew.
And 50% other.
Irish, Scottish, Celtic
and two percent italiano.
-Hey!
Doc, can we skip the theatrics?
Bro. Rude.
Theatrics?
Son, these are your roots.
You're doing great, Doc.
Please continue.
Sorry.
Turn the page.
Murray Fox.
His father Harry Fox
was a junkman,
and he came from people
who were from...
-Poland. Poland.
-Russia. Russia.
The Ukraine.
Oh.
In this little area here, see,
that was your highest
concentration of Jews,
and they were under
Hitler's rule.
Do you think any made it out?
Oh. Here we go.
Ooh, boy. Uh, no?
Turn the page.
Meet Clara.
She is your one cousin
who survived.
Yes.
She met Anatoly,
who was Ukrainian,
and they had
two beautiful children.
Anatoly's mother found out
that Clara was a Jew...
and she turned them
over to the Nazis.
-Oh.
-What?
W-What about the-the kids?
The two children? The girls?
-Them as well.
-Jesus.
They were all executed.
Anatoly went on to remarry.
-And had nine more children.
-Of course.
So, the mother-in-law.
Fucking mother-in-laws.
Your maternal grandfather
Jurist Wallem
had moved to California.
No. His name is Leland Darby.
That is what is so fascinating.
Leland Darby is not
your biological grandfather.
Sure he is.
Your grandfather was a man
named Jurist Wallem,
and he lived within nine miles
of your mother's childhood home.
He worked as a milkman.
She knew.
This is what she does best.
She keeps secrets.
This is one of the million whys
she makes me crazy!
That is so cool.
Look. Grandpa.
N-New Grandpa.
Ow. Jesus.
It all makes sense now.
-What?
-The neglect.
Her lack of sentiment and love.
Makes sense.
Oh, get over yourself.
This is about something so much
bigger than what you're saying.
When we were just in there,
seeing all of those lives,
all of those people,
that makes me feel like
we're a part of a greater chain
of history and humanity.
Like, the past and the future.
It gives me confidence, somehow.
Like, I'm important?
And you are.
Don't you see?
We come from people
who were workers
and laborers, Marion.
Oh, God. Come on.
For God's sakes.
What's the-- This...
That's why I said it's private.
Don't you get it, Sam?
Our grandmother fucked
the milkman.
-Huh?
Bye, Marion. See you around.
♪ I've been worrying...♪
Hey. Fuck Anatoly's mom.
Fuck Anatoly's mom.
In the eye like Moe Greene.
-♪ Why I got to think
this way...♪
♪ I've been wondering
all my life♪
♪ Well, I've been wondering
all my days♪
♪ Oh, sorrow...♪
-Go.
-O-Okay. Jesus.
♪ Tell me,
ain't that the life?♪
♪ Well, all I know
is that life♪
♪ Can be a grind♪
♪ Sometimes you got
to give it time...♪
Hello? Is this on?
We just found out
that your dad isn't your dad.
What difference
does all of this make now?
Everyone's gone.
Except me.
"'Tis a wise child
that knows their father."
My mum always used
to say that to us.
Uh, that pile is for giveaway.
-Good job, Phil.
- And that.
And all of those boxes.
Throw it away.
-It's gack. All so much gack.
No, you can't have that.
That's Spode.
-I don't want-- Okay.
-Mm-hmm.
-Mom. Phil.
-Mm? What?
You can't just get rid
of this stuff.
Look. It's your brother.
You can have that.
Take the rest away.
I can't bear the idea of people
looking through my things.
And all of this being your mess
when I've gone.
It's all just ephemera.
It's been in a box
so many years, it becomes a box.
That's all it is.
-Meaningless boxes.
-But that's not true, Phil.
Look.
-You take the box...
-Mm.
...you open the box,
and there's your brother.
Never mind.
He's gone now. That's it.
A life, and then gone.
-Hmm.
This is pretty.
Oh, whoa.
Phil.
There's dozens of them.
-Mom.
My God, look.
Your mom, Mom.
"Your windows are bare,
your chimneys are cold,
"your garden a tangle of weeds,
seasons old,
"an empty house
is a lonely soul,
"a drear look of sorrow
sharply is etched
on a creaking signboard
with the words 'to be let.'"
Oof.
By Shirley-Jane Darby.
I typed all of those.
-You did?
-Mm-hmm.
Why did you never show me these?
Well, they were here.
They were just in a box.
-Can I have them?
-No.
I need to look
through them myself.
-You can have those
when I'm dead.
-You've had decades with them.
-Eh, pshaw...
You can take from that side
over there.
Ooh. Oh, wait.
I think these were yours.
My baseball cards.
I'm having Council Thrift
pick all of this up tomorrow.
No, you can't. I have
to go through everything first.
Well, look through them now.
It's all going tomorrow.
I have arms because of you.
-What?
-Nothing.
Well...
is it okay if I take this
right now?
-Yes, yes.
-Hello?
Sweetie, sweetie,
sweetie, pay attention,
-pay attention, pay attention.
Red phone, Sam.
-Whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa.
-Whoa. Hang on. Slow down.
-You have to read something.
It's a newspaper.
It's-- It-- I-I have it for you.
You can read it, just come over.
Please. I can't tell you. You
have to read it for yourself.
I'm outside your house.
Where are you? Come over.
-Come on.
-Okay, I'm-I'm across
the street.
I'm at Phil's.
I'm coming over. Hang on.
Okay, um...
-Phil?
-Hmm?
Uh, I've got to get going,
but...
...keep this stuff for me.
Just, uh, I'm gonna c--
Keep all of this stuff for me.
-Don't get rid of anything.
-It's going away tomorrow.
-No, it's not. No, it's not.
-Yes, it is.
-Yes, it is.
-No, it's not.
-I'm afraid it is.
I did say.
Well, it's going to go
whether you like it or not.
-Hi.
-Hi.
What? Okay. I am.
-Okay. Ok-- Oh.
-Okay?
-What is going...
-I want you to sit right here.
Oh. Okay.
-Right here.
Okay. Read this.
You're not gonna believe it.
Read it right now.
-Okay.
-Get your glasses.
"My Sister Made Me Realize that
I Was as Cruel as our Father,
"exclamation point,
an Appreciation and a Public
Apology by Alan Emerson."
Sorry, pal, we don't want any.
We gave at the office.
Come on, honey, I said, come on.
Honey, do you not remember
that you were in the fetal
position for nine months?
You gestated a baby,
you were in so much agony.
And now here you are
on the other side, over him.
Am I right?
Remember the Princess Di
interview?
There were three of us
in that relationship.
Alan and I and you.
I knew you were gonna say that.
So annoying.
You have to give me the space
to let me do this.
I don't know what'll happen.
I know I'm setting myself up
for another anvil to my dick.
I know you love me
and you want to protect me.
And, you know,
fuck me once, fuck you.
But you need to let me.
You need to let me see.
Let me try.
He's owning his shit.
I still love him.
This isn't me trying
to hurt myself, or you.
This is me doing
something for me.
And, you know, I don't even know
what's gonna happen.
Give me a minute.
What an asshole.
What a dee-ick.
I'm wearing a neck doily.
I'm Judge Judy.
You want something else.
And I don't need
that part of you.
We have our own thing, right?
-Yeah, we do. We really do.
Stay for dinner?
I'll make for you.
As long as it's liquid.
-Okay. I got that.
-Yeah.
Mom?
-Hi.
-Hey. Are you ready to go?
-Hi.
Hi.
Um, what? What do you mean?
Did you forget about
Brig's dinner?
-I forgot! I did forget.
-Can I drive, please?
What? No, no. Not you driving.
We're gonna take an Uber
so Mommy can...
Cool. Um, you can
come if you want.
No, thank you, but I am gonna
raid your liquor cabinet.
♪ It's been a little... yeah.♪
Hello.
Hi.
Uh, we have a reservation
for four under Sam Fox?
Yes. We have you here.
The rest of your party
is already seated.
-Thank you.
-Thank you so much.
We are celebrating
a young man tonight
who got into Harvard.
-My son went to Harvard!
Oh, my God.
-See? I told you
it's a big deal.
Means a lot to people.
Congratulations.
-Thank you. Thank you very much.
-This way, please.
Thank you so much.
-Okay.
See? It's important
to celebrate rituals.
And big life milestone moments.
Hello!
How are you guys?
Hello!
So good.
-Nice to see you.
-Hello. Wait, wait.
-Come here.
-Nice to-- Okay.
-Congratulations, young scholar.
Thank you, thank you.
Oh, my God.
Yes, abalone sashimi, please.
Just with the lemon and salt,
and, um...
Can we get some sake?
"Can we get sake?" Girl.
Sake? "Can we get sake?"
-Now you're talking
my language, girl.
Okay.
Um, can we get one large,
cold, unfiltered sake, please?
With, um, four glasses.
Uh, I'm just kidding.
Two glasses.
Thank you.
But maybe we could have
four glasses.
Oh, yes. We will have four.
-We could... We keep it going.
We could do it.
-Driver.
-There you go.
♪ And it's dragging me
down below.♪
So, I came to L.A.
from Utah on my own.
I was the only one
in my family to move away.
I was a little bit
of the black sheep.
And, yeah, I couldn't wait
to get away from home.
So I went as far away
as I could go. Indonesia.
-Whoa.
-Yeah.
I immersed myself
in this culture that was
the polar opposite
of where I came from.
-Mom, you should speak Bahasa.
-Um...
Whoa.
Oh, my God.
That is so cool.
-Anyway, I,
you know, I found my way to L.A.
and started again.
I decided I wanted
to be a mother.
And Brigham has been everything.
I don't even remember my life
before him, you know?
And I...
I don't know,
but I had a whole big life.
I did.
Yeah, I really did.
And it's astonishing to me
that now he's going to be gone.
And, um, I don't really know
what I'm gonna do.
Oh, Mom,
I'll come home for the holidays.
No, you won't. It's fine.
It's just, you're gonna
have your own new life.
It's the natural order.
You-- It's just what happens.
Congratulations.
-Thank you.
-Oh, yes.
-Congratulations.
-Yep.
Oh.
You got it?
-There you go.
Ooh, this was fun.
Can we get some more sake?
Uh...
Now? Yeah. We can...
-Yeah.
-You.
-You.
-Can we...?
Oh, God.
Oh, God.
Had a little bit, a lot.
Yeah. Ooh, oh, oh, oh.
-I got it.
-Ready? There's the curb.
Be careful.
Good?
I'll ride in the back...
with your mom.
Okay.
Ooh. Full.
-Yeah.
Maybe we go a little slow.
Your mom, with the...
-I'm scared. I'm scared.
-Oh.
Oh. You're okay.
-Okay.
And she's out.
-Curtain down.
-Aww.
Mom, that's so cute.
-It's like you're her mom, too.
What?
What, Mom?
-You know what, Frankie?
-Oh, God. What?
You're just as brilliant
as Brig.
-No offense, Brig.
None taken.
She's a million miles beyond me.
I'm just good on paper.
Frankie, seriously.
Look at you. Look at your life.
You graduated early,
you work an honest living,
you punch a time card,
you go to work every day.
And you're saving me
a shit-ton in tuition money.
LOL.
You're both shining stars.
I'm jealous of everybody who
gets to meet you down the road.
Thanks, Mama Sam.
Had to celebrate you.
Ow! Ow.
Ow.
I'm gonna be sick.
No, I'm not.
I am not gonna be sick.
-I'm just really scared.
-It's okay.
-Okay.
-Oh.
-I'm just gonna stay here
for a second.
Okay.
Very sweet.
Your mom is very sweet.
Do you have any water
in here for her?
-Got to take my shoe off.
-Oh, yeah.
-I need them off. I need it off.
-Okay.
-Okay. Yeah.
-I need them off.
Oh, my God.
Open all--
-Put the air for her.
Here, yeah.
So, the joke
really only works...
...if it's pronounced
"So-Thuh-Bees," but it's not.
-So...
-Yeah. See, that's the thing
about jokes and comedy.
When you have to explain it,
it's not so funny.
Okay, boomer.
Okay, for the last time,
I am not boomer.
-I am Gen X.
-Okay.
-Whoa. Okay.
-Mom! What the fuck?
Oh, my God.
-You scared the shit out of me.
Why?
-I never left.
Good.
We like you here.
Well, I went down
a deep rabbit hole.
Gay sleepover.
I'll be right back.
Do I want to know?
I'll let you know
what I know when I know.
-Oh...
Mom!
Mom?
-Mom!
-Okay.
-Mom!
-Okay. Okay.
-Mom!
-I know. I know.
But guess what,
Mommy got a generator.
We ha-- Let me get
my flashlight.
It's never in the place
I put it.
I don't like that! Mom!
I know I put it in...
Mom. Mom. Mom. Mom. Mom. Mom.
Come on. I just...
Mom. Mom. Mom. Mom. Mom.
I swear to God. I always...
wanted to just have...
Yes! Yes!
Yes! Here we go.
-Ow. Fuck.
Oh, the genny works.
Ha, ha!
The genny works.
We have a genny.
Yes.
So good.
Mommy did it.
Honey? See?
See? Your mom has a generator.
We are boots on the ground
for when shit jumps off.
Aren't you proud of me?
Hello? Hello?
-"You're awesome, Mom."
Come down.
-I think I know
what I don't know.
-"Thank you
"for ensuring our safety
and for the dinner.
You're so nice."
I mean...
Mom.
♪
Sam?
Oh, my God, Sam. Oh, my God.
♪ The roof, the roof,
the roof is on fire...♪
Sweetie.
♪ The roof, the roof...♪
Ooh. Sorry.
♪ The roof, the roof,
the roof is on fire♪
♪ We don't need no water,
let the motherfucker burn♪
♪ Burn, motherfucker, burn♪
♪ Everybody, here we go♪
-♪ Ooh, ooh♪
-♪ Come on, party people♪
-♪ Ooh, ooh♪
-♪ Throw your hands in the air♪
-♪ Ooh, ooh♪
-♪ Come on, party people♪
-♪ Ooh, ooh♪
-♪ Wave them like
you don't care♪
-♪ Ooh, ooh♪
-♪ Come on, party people♪
-♪ Ooh, ooh♪
-♪ Everybody say "ho"♪
-♪ Ooh, ooh♪
-♪ Come on, party people♪
-♪ Ooh, ooh♪
-♪ Everybody, here we go♪
-♪ Ooh, ooh♪
-♪ Come on, party people♪
-♪ Ooh, ooh♪
-♪ Throw your hands in the air♪
-♪ Ooh, ooh♪
-♪ Come on, party people♪
-♪ Ooh, ooh♪
-♪ Wave them like
you don't care♪
-♪ Ooh, ooh♪
-♪ Come on, party people♪
-♪ Ooh, ooh♪
-♪ Everybody say "ho"♪
-♪ Ooh, ooh♪
-♪ Come on, party people♪
-♪ Ooh, ooh♪
-♪ Everybody, here we go♪
-♪ Ooh, ooh♪
-♪ Come on, party people...♪