Homecoming (2018–…): Season 2, Episode 5 - Meters - full transcript
Audrey is presented with the opportunity of a lifetime.
One.
Two.
Three.
Four.
Five.
- Six.
- Oh, my God...
Seven.
Eight.
Nine.
Ten.
Bro, you like comic books?
Uh, not really, no.
You got any Adderall?
Cruz, Walter!
Got a visitor.
Who is it?
Some lady.
Lady.
Is it my mom?
Wouldn't be my first guess.
♪ ♪
- Are those necessary?
- Regulation.
So it says here that
you assaulted a computer?
I'm sorry.
Who are you?
I'm Jackie.
Hi, Walter.
I am with Vets4Vets.
What is this, the VA?
No, we're independent,
all volunteer-based,
but they did notify us
about your situation.
Look, I apologize, okay?
I lost my temper,
got out of control.
Hey, you don't need
to apologize to me.
I don't care what you did.
I'm just here to get you out.
- Out?
- Yeah, that's we do.
Bail relief, short-term
housing, stuff like that.
Vets4Vets.
Let's talk.
Come on, let's have a seat.
Let's talk.
What's the catch?
I bail you out,
you agree to an evaluation.
Answer a few questions.
And then I see
if we offer any services
that we can refer you to
so this does not happen again.
Yeah, this definitely will not
happen again, I promise you.
Hey, you are not the first guy
to go into an office
and forget his manners.
I have done way worse.
- What kind of evaluation?
- A conversation.
Easy stuff.
We could do it over a beer.
Look, whatever you decide,
can I say one thing?
Sure.
♪ ♪
When I got back, I knew
something was wrong with me,
but I couldn't
explain it to anyone.
It was like the people around
me were keeping a secret.
Like we were in a movie,
and everyone knew we were
in a movie except for me.
But what I learned
is that this happens
to almost all of us.
Those fucked-up thoughts
that you're thinking right now,
that you are feeling,
you are not alone,
and you are not crazy.
You're just having
a completely sane reaction
to some fucked-up circumstances.
That's it.
Circumstances are fucked-up.
And I took a bus
all the way out here.
I don't even know where
the fuck we are right now.
So can you please
grab a beer with me?
Yeah, sure.
Garçon!
♪ ♪
How long you think?
You want us to use hand-tools?
Fuck yes,
I want to use hand-tools.
- All right, all right.
- Got to get down to the roots.
Okay, so that will take longer.
For all this, two weeks?
Now don't fucking
gouge me here, Hector.
Fine, 14 days.
- Good morning.
- Morning.
Let's get out
of the fucking sun, huh?
What... what are they doing?
They're ripping it
all up before...
she can get her hands on it.
Leonard, we need to...
Women sure have taken
to life in the military, huh?
Generation or two,
and they're as bad as the men.
What'd she say when I left?
Bunda?
Yeah, ha.
Bunda.
That's what I wanted
to talk to you about.
Oh, not now with the sketches
or whatever.
We're dealing with a fire here.
- This isn't a sketch.
- What is it?
An injunction.
What the fuck is an injunction?
Guys, you need to stop!
Hector!
Stop!
"Critical military technology"?
What are they talking about?
The berry.
The berries?
That's... they can't do this.
I talked to Legal.
They can.
It's my farm.
I live here.
You'll still own
the company and the land,
but this material, this product,
it belongs to them now.
Why do you have this?
We spoke after you left.
You and Bunda?
She explained the situation.
Why you grew up quick,
didn't you?
You can shove it up your ass.
Or take it to the Pentagon
or wherever
and shove it up her ass.
I'm gonna clear this ground.
- Hector, get going!
- They can't!
Leonard!
"All parties are barred
from the destruction..."
I can fucking read!
I know what's in there.
"Or removal of any plants
or means of production
related to the IP."
I'm not afraid
of their fuckin' IP.
I'm not talking about you.
Hector, the rest of them,
they'll go to jail.
Is that what you want?
And then she'll bring in her
own people and do it anyway.
This is happening.
All right, fine.
Guys!
- Stand down!
Thank you.
Um, now let's...
Leonard, what are you doing?
So anyone who touches this
gets sent to jail, right?
- Yes.
- Okay then.
♪ ♪
God!
You got use the hand-tools
to get to the fuckin' roots!
We get one shot.
You know that.
I'm just cleaning up your mess.
♪ ♪
So these notes
are just for my boss.
You ready?
- Yeah.
- All right.
In your words, what do you feel
led to the incident at the VA?
Uh...
unrealistic expectations,
I guess.
What do you mean?
Well, I had a question
about my treatment,
and for some reason
I thought they'd answer it.
Yes.
That was optimistic of you.
- Yeah.
- What was the treatment?
They wouldn't tell me.
That was the problem.
What was your question about?
You're airborne, huh?
Yeah.
What was your MOS?
Are you gonna tell me
what happened?
I just need to put it
on my little form.
Okay, look, down at the VA,
I lost control.
That's on me, okay?
You can tell your boss that.
I will, but I need...
And honestly,
I appreciate the bail.
And I appreciate
your interest, I do.
But if we keep
talking about this,
I'm gonna get mad
all over again.
So how about you just
mark me "Evaluated"
and we drink a beer instead?
Sure.
That's not a problem.
- Great.
- Not a problem at all.
13F E4.
My MOS.
Artillery support?
3/187th.
Iron Rakkasans.
Wow.
That is hardcore.
I was the chick in the unit.
They put me on comms.
And was supposed to wash out,
but I got really good at it.
The Zen of intel flow,
What do I know?
Who needs to know it?
Then I got deployed to Syria.
Damn.
We were dropping RAP
rounds from 30 clicks.
We were so far away
from the action,
and we were basically FOBBITs.
"Mushrooms,
kept in the dark..."
"And fed shit."
Yeah.
Wow.
Then I got home,
and I found myself
sitting in an apartment
under a freeway behind a Petco.
Fucking rented furniture.
Alone.
- American dream, bro.
- Exactly.
I used to spend all day,
and I mean all day,
cleaning up that place.
Then I'd go out
and I'd get hammered,
I come back and I'd pass out.
Rinse, repeat.
Rinse, repeat.
Until one day, I just...
I, um...
What happened?
I was driving to the gym,
and this guy with a man bun
cuts me off.
One of those samurai top knots?
- Exactly.
- Jesus.
So I pull up next to him
to explain his mistake,
and the fucker wouldn't even
roll down his window.
So I found myself driving 110,
chasing down his Tesla.
And lucky for him,
those cars are fast.
You were gone, huh?
Oh, yeah,
the police had to stop me
with one of those nail strips.
And even then, I'm like,
"I served.
Dude has a man bun.
What, you gonna
lock me up for...
driving while veteran?"
Shoot, they tried to get me
for looking at a monitor.
That's it?
Not exactly.
Guard comes up,
tells me to drop it.
Then his little friend
sneaks up behind me
and shit just gets crazy.
Next thing you know,
I'm fucking zip-tied.
One of them hands me
a brochure for PTSD counseling
for the triggering incident
I just experienced.
Check it out.
Look.
Oh, shit.
You are not making this up.
How can anybody
make this shit up?
So what was on the screen?
I don't know.
I didn't see.
They did have me getting me
treatment at this place though.
Geist.
Geist?
That's what they said, yeah.
What does that mean?
What... what kind of treatment?
I don't know.
My unit got hit with an IED
when I was over there.
Me, my buddy Shrier,
this guy Lesky.
Ever since then I got this...
this big hole where the war was.
So you don't remember
this place?
- No.
- Huh.
I mean, that's kind of
what I wanted to see.
I thought maybe if I could
just get some information...
Everything would start
to make sense?
Yeah.
Optimistic though, right?
If you knew half the shit
I've seen, from lost records,
to mismanagement,
to just flat-out wrong.
They don't know what the fuck
they're doing over there.
- It's a total mess.
- Yeah, I know, but...
I had surgery.
I mean, my mom, she...
- She told me that when...
- When you first came back?
Yeah.
Everything was a blur for me
those first few weeks.
Well, me too,
but she did say it though.
Yeah, but maybe she was
trying to scare you.
I mean, think about it,
you bump your head,
you start feeling better,
maybe you go back.
But if she tells you
you had brain surgery
and you were in
some sort of coma,
maybe you stay where she knows
you're gonna be safe.
Does that sound like her?
What, lie to me for my own good?
A little bit, yeah.
God.
I mean, what if I really did
just bump my head
and I'm making myself
fucking crazy for no reason?
Man, look,
you're a waste of my time.
- What?
- You're barely fucked up.
You're a really great guy
who just had a rough day.
That's it.
So what, you're gonna
put that on your form?
Of course.
With pleasure.
Ooh, it's my girlfriend.
High maintenance.
I have to take this.
Be right back.
♪ ♪
Hey.
- He's a fucking blank, Temple.
What do you mean?
The records request.
He doesn't even know
the word "Homecoming."
I don't get it.
He was looking
for something else.
He's totally harmless.
He's such a sweetheart.
- I mean, did he say anything?
- It's done, Temple.
How are things there?
How did Leonard take it?
It doesn't matter.
He took it.
Okay. Listen to you.
I'll tell you
all about it later.
Shoot.
Bunda's coming.
Um, I'm running late.
Okay, all right.
I'll talk to you soon.
Bye.
- Bye.
♪ ♪
All right.
One more round?
My girl is pissed.
I have to go.
- I wish I could...
- No, no, no.
You bought me one.
I got to buy you one.
I don't make the rules.
Plus, the bus don't leave
for another hour anyway.
One more?
Come on.
Okay, one more, but that's it.
Hi, sorry, I just got
stuck on a call.
Huh?
Interesting.
With who?
Um, uh, my girlfriend.
All good?
Yeah, she's on a business trip.
She made a big sale.
Great.
So all good?
- Shall we?
- Yes.
The Ag Team has some ideas
about increasing output
so you can restart
the program and...
Oh, that...
we're not doing that.
Oh.
So then can I ask...
what are you gonna do with it?
- The juice?
- Yeah.
What do you think
we should do with it?
Well, right now, we're in
a box, an echo chamber.
We're thinking way too small
about the product.
Such a waste.
Uh, of what?
Of you.
You should be
running this place.
But so your plan is...
You know what, just stop it.
Your mind, I know,
it wants to rush in
and nail everything down,
what are we doing,
what is this product,
blah, blah, blah.
It's all gonna just
choke off creativity.
Okay.
I mean, you'll end up
with the roller
or that PTSD thing
down in Florida.
I mean, those are fine ideas.
- But what if...
- But what if what?
We open the door and let
the fucking crazy world in.
Whatever happens will be better
than anything we come up with.
I'm not sure I understand.
You know, something happens
at a school
and the kids
are all freaked out.
Or Brazil thinks that if they
de-traumatize 40,000 pigs,
it will make
the bacon taste better.
Does Brazil think that?
I don't know.
I have no idea.
That's the point.
And the DOD
does this kind of thing?
When they get a taste of it,
they will.
And we just sell it
to whoever and...
Let the best idea win.
Doesn't that seem good?
- You know what we should do?
- What?
Is throw a party here, you know?
Invite everyone,
potential buyers,
influencers, you know,
idea people.
Just show them
how clean this place is,
how just like really fuckin'
leafy it is, you know?
Get drinks, have balloons.
- Balloons.
- You know, make it fun.
You could do that, couldn't you?
Sure.
Like maybe...
day after tomorrow.
Um...
Yeah, I know.
It's a lot, and it's different,
and you've been sat in the same
rut over and over again,
and this is how big ideas
work quickly, you know,
before the next guy does it.
What's your girlfriend's name?
- Alex.
- Alex.
Yeah, invite Alex to the thing.
She'd have fun, right?
She made a big sale.
You're gonna make a big sale.
An even bigger one, I bet.
And who's gonna be in charge
of this new venture?
I am.
Oh, uh-huh.
Wow, gosh.
This must be just really
overwhelming for you.
You know, I'm sure your head
is just exploding.
I'm just gonna be...
I'm so interested to see
how this all turns out,
you know, because...
Wendy, I know this is awkward.
And if you want to leave,
I understand.
Um, I'm not saying that at all,
I'm just...
But if you decide to stay,
you have to fix your personality
or at least hide it
from me, okay?
Yeah.
Understood, really.
I just...
um, I'm ready to help.
I love how proactive you are.
You can start by getting
the roller stuff
off the third floor.
Well, I'm a big believer
in churn,
you know, mixing things up.
That can be really healthy.
So if there's anything I can do.
There is.
I need you to plan a party.
Great.
When?
Day after tomorrow.
- Great.
- For the new client.
You know, make it fun.
Absolutely.
And who's this new client?
The Department of Defense?
Yes.
Well, I think
we should proceed...
cautiously, right?
The last time we got involved
with something like this,
- we had all kinds of problems.
- This is different.
Different.
Right.
Well, I love it.
Sounds fun, yeah.
Should I, um...
Do you want me to go back
to Aromas now?
So the berries stay?
- That's right.
Is that gonna be a problem?
Well, Leonard said...
Leonard's not involved in this.
But I...
Is this gonna be
a problem, Hector?
Bam!
Whoo.
That is five for five.
I tried to tell you.
You are a fucking ninja.
Yeah, my dad worked at a bar.
So this was basically
my extracurricular.
He was a bartender?
No, it was kind of
like... like his office.
Anyway, I got a lot of practice.
Okay, one more time.
This time...
I gotta go, man.
I gotta go.
- I can't.
- What?
She's going to fucking kill me.
Come on.
But look, I'll come back.
I will come back,
and we can, uh,
do whatever you people
do around here?
What do you guys do here?
Uh, nothing.
Go fishing?
- Come on.
- I'm serious.
Basically, I'll be waiting
by my mailbox
for the next 8 to 12 weeks.
- For what?
- Records request.
Geist, remember?
Oh, yeah.
I mean, I could just...
could just drive down there.
You serious?
Why not?
I looked it up.
It's only like three hours away.
What if I just showed up like,
"Hi. I'm Walter Cruz.
I got some
fucking questions."
What are they gonna do?
I don't know, call the cops?
- Doesn't it ever piss you off?
- What?
They treat us
like we're nothing.
I went in there
for one question.
They just forget about us.
We're supposed to just take it?
Fuck that.
I'm not doing that shit anymore.
♪ ♪
Let's get one more.
I thought you said
you had to go.
I want to show you something.
Come on.
This is Crosby.
He was our mechanic.
And a fuckin' pervert.
Gonzalez, he was our medic.
And Holman.
You remind me of him.
How?
I don't know.
Kind of quiet.
He was a sniper.
- You know how they are.
- No shit.
What?
That was my original MOS,
sniper.
No shit?
I loved that guy, man.
What, he didn't make it back?
No, he did.
We all did.
And then what?
Crosby got shot by cops.
And Gonzalez is
in a mental hospital.
And Holman...
Holman fucking killed himself.
Jesus Christ.
What happened?
He had questions.
Questions about why
he'd been over there,
what he'd been doing.
There's no good answer
for shit like that,
but he couldn't stop asking.
What, you mean like me?
This is different.
If you keep picking at this,
it's gonna start bleeding.
- I can promise you.
- But I'm not gonna
kill myself, okay?
That's not an option for me.
That's exactly what Holman said.
It wasn't an option for him
until one day, I guess it was.
Holman.
How many tours did he do?
Think like two.
Hmm.
What was his record?
What do you mean?
His longest shot.
I mean, come on, he'd probably
never shut up about it.
Oh, yeah, of course.
Uh, 1,100 meters.
- 1,100 meters?
- Yeah, you're right.
He couldn't stop
talking about it.
Hmm.
Wow.
That's a sad story.
So you don't want to keep
obsessing about this.
Actually, maybe I do.
So you're still
gonna go down there?
- Yeah. I am.
- Walter, listen to me...
- What the fuck is it to you?
- To me? I...
Why the fuck do you care
where I'm going?
I don't care where you're going.
Somebody is lying to me, okay?
Something happened
to me over there,
and I don't know
what the fuck it is.
But I know
Geist has information.
I told you that
the records are...
I'm going down there
and I'm gonna get answers.
And nothing you can say
is gonna change that.
You understand me?
Walter, I am just
trying to help you.
You wanna help?
Here's how you can help me.
Stay the fuck away from me.
♪ ♪
♪ ♪
Oh, shit.
- What'd you say to him, honey?
- Fuck off.
No, you...
- Hey, babe.
- Hey, are you almost back?
No, he wanted to have drinks,
and I couldn't say no.
I'm gonna have to
stay the night.
You're drunk?
I am.
Can you tell?
Well, as long as
everything is okay, yeah?
Yeah, everything's, um...
Hello?
How was your day?
How are things there?
Kind of crazy.
And, you know,
you took my roller.
Alex?
Yeah, babe, I...
I'm so sorry.
No, you were right.
Everything went really well,
and I didn't need it.
That's great.
That's really great.
And I wanted to say
I'm sorry about last night.
It's okay.
We don't have to talk about it.
No, I want to.
It's just...
it's hard for me to believe
that things
are going to be okay.
I always feel like something
awful is about to happen
and something we haven't
thought of and it...
It won't.
It won't.
I won't let it.
I know.
♪ ♪
Listen, I'll see you tomorrow.
I love you.
I love you too.
Okay.
Bye.
♪ ♪
Price check register two.
Price check register two.
♪ ♪
Hey, how you doing?
How you doing, ma'am?
You find everything okay?
Yeah, yeah, yeah.
- Be all for you?
- Yeah.
I don't need the change.
Thanks.
- There you go.
- Thanks.
Have a good one.
Hey, Danny,
you're needed up front.
Danny, you're needed up front.
♪ ♪
Two.
Three.
Four.
Five.
- Six.
- Oh, my God...
Seven.
Eight.
Nine.
Ten.
Bro, you like comic books?
Uh, not really, no.
You got any Adderall?
Cruz, Walter!
Got a visitor.
Who is it?
Some lady.
Lady.
Is it my mom?
Wouldn't be my first guess.
♪ ♪
- Are those necessary?
- Regulation.
So it says here that
you assaulted a computer?
I'm sorry.
Who are you?
I'm Jackie.
Hi, Walter.
I am with Vets4Vets.
What is this, the VA?
No, we're independent,
all volunteer-based,
but they did notify us
about your situation.
Look, I apologize, okay?
I lost my temper,
got out of control.
Hey, you don't need
to apologize to me.
I don't care what you did.
I'm just here to get you out.
- Out?
- Yeah, that's we do.
Bail relief, short-term
housing, stuff like that.
Vets4Vets.
Let's talk.
Come on, let's have a seat.
Let's talk.
What's the catch?
I bail you out,
you agree to an evaluation.
Answer a few questions.
And then I see
if we offer any services
that we can refer you to
so this does not happen again.
Yeah, this definitely will not
happen again, I promise you.
Hey, you are not the first guy
to go into an office
and forget his manners.
I have done way worse.
- What kind of evaluation?
- A conversation.
Easy stuff.
We could do it over a beer.
Look, whatever you decide,
can I say one thing?
Sure.
♪ ♪
When I got back, I knew
something was wrong with me,
but I couldn't
explain it to anyone.
It was like the people around
me were keeping a secret.
Like we were in a movie,
and everyone knew we were
in a movie except for me.
But what I learned
is that this happens
to almost all of us.
Those fucked-up thoughts
that you're thinking right now,
that you are feeling,
you are not alone,
and you are not crazy.
You're just having
a completely sane reaction
to some fucked-up circumstances.
That's it.
Circumstances are fucked-up.
And I took a bus
all the way out here.
I don't even know where
the fuck we are right now.
So can you please
grab a beer with me?
Yeah, sure.
Garçon!
♪ ♪
How long you think?
You want us to use hand-tools?
Fuck yes,
I want to use hand-tools.
- All right, all right.
- Got to get down to the roots.
Okay, so that will take longer.
For all this, two weeks?
Now don't fucking
gouge me here, Hector.
Fine, 14 days.
- Good morning.
- Morning.
Let's get out
of the fucking sun, huh?
What... what are they doing?
They're ripping it
all up before...
she can get her hands on it.
Leonard, we need to...
Women sure have taken
to life in the military, huh?
Generation or two,
and they're as bad as the men.
What'd she say when I left?
Bunda?
Yeah, ha.
Bunda.
That's what I wanted
to talk to you about.
Oh, not now with the sketches
or whatever.
We're dealing with a fire here.
- This isn't a sketch.
- What is it?
An injunction.
What the fuck is an injunction?
Guys, you need to stop!
Hector!
Stop!
"Critical military technology"?
What are they talking about?
The berry.
The berries?
That's... they can't do this.
I talked to Legal.
They can.
It's my farm.
I live here.
You'll still own
the company and the land,
but this material, this product,
it belongs to them now.
Why do you have this?
We spoke after you left.
You and Bunda?
She explained the situation.
Why you grew up quick,
didn't you?
You can shove it up your ass.
Or take it to the Pentagon
or wherever
and shove it up her ass.
I'm gonna clear this ground.
- Hector, get going!
- They can't!
Leonard!
"All parties are barred
from the destruction..."
I can fucking read!
I know what's in there.
"Or removal of any plants
or means of production
related to the IP."
I'm not afraid
of their fuckin' IP.
I'm not talking about you.
Hector, the rest of them,
they'll go to jail.
Is that what you want?
And then she'll bring in her
own people and do it anyway.
This is happening.
All right, fine.
Guys!
- Stand down!
Thank you.
Um, now let's...
Leonard, what are you doing?
So anyone who touches this
gets sent to jail, right?
- Yes.
- Okay then.
♪ ♪
God!
You got use the hand-tools
to get to the fuckin' roots!
We get one shot.
You know that.
I'm just cleaning up your mess.
♪ ♪
So these notes
are just for my boss.
You ready?
- Yeah.
- All right.
In your words, what do you feel
led to the incident at the VA?
Uh...
unrealistic expectations,
I guess.
What do you mean?
Well, I had a question
about my treatment,
and for some reason
I thought they'd answer it.
Yes.
That was optimistic of you.
- Yeah.
- What was the treatment?
They wouldn't tell me.
That was the problem.
What was your question about?
You're airborne, huh?
Yeah.
What was your MOS?
Are you gonna tell me
what happened?
I just need to put it
on my little form.
Okay, look, down at the VA,
I lost control.
That's on me, okay?
You can tell your boss that.
I will, but I need...
And honestly,
I appreciate the bail.
And I appreciate
your interest, I do.
But if we keep
talking about this,
I'm gonna get mad
all over again.
So how about you just
mark me "Evaluated"
and we drink a beer instead?
Sure.
That's not a problem.
- Great.
- Not a problem at all.
13F E4.
My MOS.
Artillery support?
3/187th.
Iron Rakkasans.
Wow.
That is hardcore.
I was the chick in the unit.
They put me on comms.
And was supposed to wash out,
but I got really good at it.
The Zen of intel flow,
What do I know?
Who needs to know it?
Then I got deployed to Syria.
Damn.
We were dropping RAP
rounds from 30 clicks.
We were so far away
from the action,
and we were basically FOBBITs.
"Mushrooms,
kept in the dark..."
"And fed shit."
Yeah.
Wow.
Then I got home,
and I found myself
sitting in an apartment
under a freeway behind a Petco.
Fucking rented furniture.
Alone.
- American dream, bro.
- Exactly.
I used to spend all day,
and I mean all day,
cleaning up that place.
Then I'd go out
and I'd get hammered,
I come back and I'd pass out.
Rinse, repeat.
Rinse, repeat.
Until one day, I just...
I, um...
What happened?
I was driving to the gym,
and this guy with a man bun
cuts me off.
One of those samurai top knots?
- Exactly.
- Jesus.
So I pull up next to him
to explain his mistake,
and the fucker wouldn't even
roll down his window.
So I found myself driving 110,
chasing down his Tesla.
And lucky for him,
those cars are fast.
You were gone, huh?
Oh, yeah,
the police had to stop me
with one of those nail strips.
And even then, I'm like,
"I served.
Dude has a man bun.
What, you gonna
lock me up for...
driving while veteran?"
Shoot, they tried to get me
for looking at a monitor.
That's it?
Not exactly.
Guard comes up,
tells me to drop it.
Then his little friend
sneaks up behind me
and shit just gets crazy.
Next thing you know,
I'm fucking zip-tied.
One of them hands me
a brochure for PTSD counseling
for the triggering incident
I just experienced.
Check it out.
Look.
Oh, shit.
You are not making this up.
How can anybody
make this shit up?
So what was on the screen?
I don't know.
I didn't see.
They did have me getting me
treatment at this place though.
Geist.
Geist?
That's what they said, yeah.
What does that mean?
What... what kind of treatment?
I don't know.
My unit got hit with an IED
when I was over there.
Me, my buddy Shrier,
this guy Lesky.
Ever since then I got this...
this big hole where the war was.
So you don't remember
this place?
- No.
- Huh.
I mean, that's kind of
what I wanted to see.
I thought maybe if I could
just get some information...
Everything would start
to make sense?
Yeah.
Optimistic though, right?
If you knew half the shit
I've seen, from lost records,
to mismanagement,
to just flat-out wrong.
They don't know what the fuck
they're doing over there.
- It's a total mess.
- Yeah, I know, but...
I had surgery.
I mean, my mom, she...
- She told me that when...
- When you first came back?
Yeah.
Everything was a blur for me
those first few weeks.
Well, me too,
but she did say it though.
Yeah, but maybe she was
trying to scare you.
I mean, think about it,
you bump your head,
you start feeling better,
maybe you go back.
But if she tells you
you had brain surgery
and you were in
some sort of coma,
maybe you stay where she knows
you're gonna be safe.
Does that sound like her?
What, lie to me for my own good?
A little bit, yeah.
God.
I mean, what if I really did
just bump my head
and I'm making myself
fucking crazy for no reason?
Man, look,
you're a waste of my time.
- What?
- You're barely fucked up.
You're a really great guy
who just had a rough day.
That's it.
So what, you're gonna
put that on your form?
Of course.
With pleasure.
Ooh, it's my girlfriend.
High maintenance.
I have to take this.
Be right back.
♪ ♪
Hey.
- He's a fucking blank, Temple.
What do you mean?
The records request.
He doesn't even know
the word "Homecoming."
I don't get it.
He was looking
for something else.
He's totally harmless.
He's such a sweetheart.
- I mean, did he say anything?
- It's done, Temple.
How are things there?
How did Leonard take it?
It doesn't matter.
He took it.
Okay. Listen to you.
I'll tell you
all about it later.
Shoot.
Bunda's coming.
Um, I'm running late.
Okay, all right.
I'll talk to you soon.
Bye.
- Bye.
♪ ♪
All right.
One more round?
My girl is pissed.
I have to go.
- I wish I could...
- No, no, no.
You bought me one.
I got to buy you one.
I don't make the rules.
Plus, the bus don't leave
for another hour anyway.
One more?
Come on.
Okay, one more, but that's it.
Hi, sorry, I just got
stuck on a call.
Huh?
Interesting.
With who?
Um, uh, my girlfriend.
All good?
Yeah, she's on a business trip.
She made a big sale.
Great.
So all good?
- Shall we?
- Yes.
The Ag Team has some ideas
about increasing output
so you can restart
the program and...
Oh, that...
we're not doing that.
Oh.
So then can I ask...
what are you gonna do with it?
- The juice?
- Yeah.
What do you think
we should do with it?
Well, right now, we're in
a box, an echo chamber.
We're thinking way too small
about the product.
Such a waste.
Uh, of what?
Of you.
You should be
running this place.
But so your plan is...
You know what, just stop it.
Your mind, I know,
it wants to rush in
and nail everything down,
what are we doing,
what is this product,
blah, blah, blah.
It's all gonna just
choke off creativity.
Okay.
I mean, you'll end up
with the roller
or that PTSD thing
down in Florida.
I mean, those are fine ideas.
- But what if...
- But what if what?
We open the door and let
the fucking crazy world in.
Whatever happens will be better
than anything we come up with.
I'm not sure I understand.
You know, something happens
at a school
and the kids
are all freaked out.
Or Brazil thinks that if they
de-traumatize 40,000 pigs,
it will make
the bacon taste better.
Does Brazil think that?
I don't know.
I have no idea.
That's the point.
And the DOD
does this kind of thing?
When they get a taste of it,
they will.
And we just sell it
to whoever and...
Let the best idea win.
Doesn't that seem good?
- You know what we should do?
- What?
Is throw a party here, you know?
Invite everyone,
potential buyers,
influencers, you know,
idea people.
Just show them
how clean this place is,
how just like really fuckin'
leafy it is, you know?
Get drinks, have balloons.
- Balloons.
- You know, make it fun.
You could do that, couldn't you?
Sure.
Like maybe...
day after tomorrow.
Um...
Yeah, I know.
It's a lot, and it's different,
and you've been sat in the same
rut over and over again,
and this is how big ideas
work quickly, you know,
before the next guy does it.
What's your girlfriend's name?
- Alex.
- Alex.
Yeah, invite Alex to the thing.
She'd have fun, right?
She made a big sale.
You're gonna make a big sale.
An even bigger one, I bet.
And who's gonna be in charge
of this new venture?
I am.
Oh, uh-huh.
Wow, gosh.
This must be just really
overwhelming for you.
You know, I'm sure your head
is just exploding.
I'm just gonna be...
I'm so interested to see
how this all turns out,
you know, because...
Wendy, I know this is awkward.
And if you want to leave,
I understand.
Um, I'm not saying that at all,
I'm just...
But if you decide to stay,
you have to fix your personality
or at least hide it
from me, okay?
Yeah.
Understood, really.
I just...
um, I'm ready to help.
I love how proactive you are.
You can start by getting
the roller stuff
off the third floor.
Well, I'm a big believer
in churn,
you know, mixing things up.
That can be really healthy.
So if there's anything I can do.
There is.
I need you to plan a party.
Great.
When?
Day after tomorrow.
- Great.
- For the new client.
You know, make it fun.
Absolutely.
And who's this new client?
The Department of Defense?
Yes.
Well, I think
we should proceed...
cautiously, right?
The last time we got involved
with something like this,
- we had all kinds of problems.
- This is different.
Different.
Right.
Well, I love it.
Sounds fun, yeah.
Should I, um...
Do you want me to go back
to Aromas now?
So the berries stay?
- That's right.
Is that gonna be a problem?
Well, Leonard said...
Leonard's not involved in this.
But I...
Is this gonna be
a problem, Hector?
Bam!
Whoo.
That is five for five.
I tried to tell you.
You are a fucking ninja.
Yeah, my dad worked at a bar.
So this was basically
my extracurricular.
He was a bartender?
No, it was kind of
like... like his office.
Anyway, I got a lot of practice.
Okay, one more time.
This time...
I gotta go, man.
I gotta go.
- I can't.
- What?
She's going to fucking kill me.
Come on.
But look, I'll come back.
I will come back,
and we can, uh,
do whatever you people
do around here?
What do you guys do here?
Uh, nothing.
Go fishing?
- Come on.
- I'm serious.
Basically, I'll be waiting
by my mailbox
for the next 8 to 12 weeks.
- For what?
- Records request.
Geist, remember?
Oh, yeah.
I mean, I could just...
could just drive down there.
You serious?
Why not?
I looked it up.
It's only like three hours away.
What if I just showed up like,
"Hi. I'm Walter Cruz.
I got some
fucking questions."
What are they gonna do?
I don't know, call the cops?
- Doesn't it ever piss you off?
- What?
They treat us
like we're nothing.
I went in there
for one question.
They just forget about us.
We're supposed to just take it?
Fuck that.
I'm not doing that shit anymore.
♪ ♪
Let's get one more.
I thought you said
you had to go.
I want to show you something.
Come on.
This is Crosby.
He was our mechanic.
And a fuckin' pervert.
Gonzalez, he was our medic.
And Holman.
You remind me of him.
How?
I don't know.
Kind of quiet.
He was a sniper.
- You know how they are.
- No shit.
What?
That was my original MOS,
sniper.
No shit?
I loved that guy, man.
What, he didn't make it back?
No, he did.
We all did.
And then what?
Crosby got shot by cops.
And Gonzalez is
in a mental hospital.
And Holman...
Holman fucking killed himself.
Jesus Christ.
What happened?
He had questions.
Questions about why
he'd been over there,
what he'd been doing.
There's no good answer
for shit like that,
but he couldn't stop asking.
What, you mean like me?
This is different.
If you keep picking at this,
it's gonna start bleeding.
- I can promise you.
- But I'm not gonna
kill myself, okay?
That's not an option for me.
That's exactly what Holman said.
It wasn't an option for him
until one day, I guess it was.
Holman.
How many tours did he do?
Think like two.
Hmm.
What was his record?
What do you mean?
His longest shot.
I mean, come on, he'd probably
never shut up about it.
Oh, yeah, of course.
Uh, 1,100 meters.
- 1,100 meters?
- Yeah, you're right.
He couldn't stop
talking about it.
Hmm.
Wow.
That's a sad story.
So you don't want to keep
obsessing about this.
Actually, maybe I do.
So you're still
gonna go down there?
- Yeah. I am.
- Walter, listen to me...
- What the fuck is it to you?
- To me? I...
Why the fuck do you care
where I'm going?
I don't care where you're going.
Somebody is lying to me, okay?
Something happened
to me over there,
and I don't know
what the fuck it is.
But I know
Geist has information.
I told you that
the records are...
I'm going down there
and I'm gonna get answers.
And nothing you can say
is gonna change that.
You understand me?
Walter, I am just
trying to help you.
You wanna help?
Here's how you can help me.
Stay the fuck away from me.
♪ ♪
♪ ♪
Oh, shit.
- What'd you say to him, honey?
- Fuck off.
No, you...
- Hey, babe.
- Hey, are you almost back?
No, he wanted to have drinks,
and I couldn't say no.
I'm gonna have to
stay the night.
You're drunk?
I am.
Can you tell?
Well, as long as
everything is okay, yeah?
Yeah, everything's, um...
Hello?
How was your day?
How are things there?
Kind of crazy.
And, you know,
you took my roller.
Alex?
Yeah, babe, I...
I'm so sorry.
No, you were right.
Everything went really well,
and I didn't need it.
That's great.
That's really great.
And I wanted to say
I'm sorry about last night.
It's okay.
We don't have to talk about it.
No, I want to.
It's just...
it's hard for me to believe
that things
are going to be okay.
I always feel like something
awful is about to happen
and something we haven't
thought of and it...
It won't.
It won't.
I won't let it.
I know.
♪ ♪
Listen, I'll see you tomorrow.
I love you.
I love you too.
Okay.
Bye.
♪ ♪
Price check register two.
Price check register two.
♪ ♪
Hey, how you doing?
How you doing, ma'am?
You find everything okay?
Yeah, yeah, yeah.
- Be all for you?
- Yeah.
I don't need the change.
Thanks.
- There you go.
- Thanks.
Have a good one.
Hey, Danny,
you're needed up front.
Danny, you're needed up front.
♪ ♪