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(mid tempo music)

(paintbrush scraping)

(indistinct chatter)

(uptempo music)

(paintbrush scraping)

- Shit.

(mid tempo music)

(airplane engine roaring)

(door squeaks open)

(car horn honks)

- Are you Fiona? - Hi.

♪ The troubles that I have shook my shadow ♪

♪ And every day is trying to trick me into doing battle ♪

♪ Calling out favor ♪

♪ Wanna get me rattled ♪

♪ Wanna pull me back behind the fence ♪

♪ Building your lenses ♪

♪ Making your trenches ♪

♪ Put me on the front line ♪

- [Person On Radio] Light and dark, truth and falsehood.

Even if you look at water for instance,

you freeze it and it's a solid.

- Do you want a kombucha?

- I'm sorry?

- Kombucha. - Oh, no thank you, no.

I don't drink.

♪ My confidence is struggling ♪

♪ Have faith in myself true ♪

♪ I seen a million number doors in the horizon ♪

♪ Now which is the future you choose before you gonna die ♪

♪ And I'll tell you by the secret happened under mine ♪

♪ Every little light in this world come from divine ♪

♪ Say you my lover ♪

♪ Say you my home ♪

♪ Tilt my chin back ♪

♪ Slit my throat ♪

♪ Take a bath in my blood ♪

♪ Get to know me ♪

♪ Call out all my secrets ♪

♪ All my enemies are turning into my teachers ♪

♪ Because lights blinding ♪

♪ No way dividing ♪

(bird squawks)

- [Person On Radio] Because I wanted to know exactly

what these higher vibrations were.

The best thing that I received

is actually quit judging everything.

Don't judge everything.

It sounds like a little thing.

What does that mean?

So everything has a positive and negative.

- You good - Thank you.

- [Person On Radio] And there's source energy

that holds it all together.

(car engine roaring)

- Wait, wait!

- How do you want your eggs?

(eggs sizzling)

- I'm not hungry.

(phone ringing)

- [Sam] You've reached Sam, leave a message or text me.

- Did you get some sleep last night?

- No.

- I used to do that too, stay up all night and paint.

Kept everything I spit on thinking

that it might be worth something,

that I might be worth something.

Hey, I wanna see it.

Go get it.

- Dad, please stop talking.

(lively music)

(doorbell rings)

- Hi!

- Let him in. - It's not the doctor.

- Hi, dad.

- I see you have a suitcase,

are you planning to stay?

- Freya, I cannot believe you didn't tell me

that dad is dying.

Well, you don't get to pretend like I don't exist anymore.

- Gee, Fiona, I'm really glad you stopped by.

How long has it been now, 10 years?

- I used to call you.

I used to call you once a month,

send you photos of Jacob, I invite you to his birthday.

- Why are you here? - I'm-

I'm here because I'm-

- Spit it out.

- This is my house.

This is my house.

Mom left it to me.

It was her name on the title.

The property tax has not been paid in over a year,

and the IRS is after me about it so it is time to sell.

- Are you insane?

This is Dad's house.

Dad!

(Fiona sniffles)

(bright music)

- I didn't know you were sick, dad.

- Well,

we all die.

- We have to talk about the house.

- Fiona, your mother didn't put a dime in this house.

- There were a lot of misunderstandings.

- Who do you think you are,

just barging into the house telling me this is your house?

This is joke. - Dad, dad-

- I don't care whose name is on what.

This is my house.

Don't be ridiculous.

- I'm not denying that this is your house.

- No one is selling this house, no one!

Freya, get your sister a drink.

(blender whirring)

- [Speaker] Bring me one of those margaritas.

(mellow music)

- I just need to tell you,

you're surrounded by a lot

of support right now, ancestors, angels.

You're in the right place.

Don't feel you have to respond.

- Thank you.

(sinister music)

(woman purring)

- [Sam] You've reached Sam, leave a message or text me,

either way, I'll get back to you as soon as I can.

(woman meows)

- So who are all these people, dad?

- People who wanna be with me before I go.

(door creaks shut)

You haven't even met Jacob. I, um,

let me show you a picture-

-Marv!

- Peter. - There you are!

- Sit down, sit down.

Who is this beautiful woman?

Introduce us. - This is Fiona, my daughter.

- Your daughter?

Where have you been hiding?

- She would hand you over to the Most High.

And everything hard in you would crumble.

You see, my mother raised me from the dust

of all of our mixed bones.

(people clapping)

- Nice. (gentle music)

- [Peter] So what is Fiona all about?

- I don't know what that means.

- What do you do?

- Oh, I'm a wife and a mother.

Yeah, nothing means more to me than my family.

- And where are they?

- Oh, he couldn't make the trip out, Sam, my husband.

- Where from? - From Minneapolis.

Yep, good old Midwest.

Yes, I love it, I love it.

I love him, I love it all.

I'm just very, very happy there.

(Peter laughs)

- You sure about that?

- About what, being happy?

(laughs) Of course.

Yes, I mean it's a shame,

it's a shame more women can't be satisfied

with the traditional life these days.

(upbeat music)

- Peter's a genius.

- Look who's talking.

- [Freya] And quite the painter, too.

- (clears throat) I'm really more of a writer.

- "I'm really more of a writer."

Please, dad's putting together a show for him.

Aren't you, Dad?

- It hasn't been decided yet.

- Hey, can I have those little things that I like?

- Oh, the biscuits, sorry.

- [Marv] And a whiskey too, please.

- You don't need another drink, dad ever.

Freya. (Freya groans)

- It's fine, goddammit.

- I think you need to let me help you.

- I know what I'm doing.

- Clearly, you have it all under control.

- You wanna be the hero?

That's sort of your thing, right?

The responsible one who took care of poor mom

because your crazy artist father cheated,

or whatever the fuck story

you're telling yourself these days.

Your famous father now disgraced.

- Stop it, stop it, okay?

You're embarrassing yourself.

- Am I, or am I embarrassing you?

- You're drunk. - And you're insane!

Convincing yourself and your little cookie-cutter community

that you're still a part of this family.

And as long as you keep checking in

on your heathen relatives in California,

you're the good one!

You wanna take this off?

Take it, but stop pretending that you give a shit about us!

(metal clattering) (people whistling)

♪ Hello muchacha ♪

♪ Oh hello muchacha ♪

♪ No no me muchacho you muchacha ♪

♪ You know like me Tarzan you Jane ♪

♪ Me muchacho you muchacha ♪

♪ Ooh you muchacho me muchacha ♪

(door slams shut)

(people laughing)

(Fiona crying)

- Okay.

(phone vibrating)

- Hello?

- Hi, hi, hello Sam.

I just, um-

I just wanted you to know that I made it here safely.

- I got your voice text.

- [Fiona] Is Jacob all right?

- He's great.

- Can you put him on the phone please?

- He's playing a video game, Jacob.

Yeah, he doesn't wanna talk right now.

- Right, okay, well, I'm missing you already.

- You know what, I gotta hop off right now.

- Okay, well yes, bye bye then.

I'm fine, I'm fine, I'm fine.

I just-

Sorry you couldn't make it out.

(knocking on door)

(door creaks)

- You all right?

- Yeah.

- You sure?

- Yeah, yes, I just drank too much.

- Let your sister take care of him.

- No. - I'm just saying.

- No. - Look, I'm just saying

if she wants to help. - Mmh, mmh.

- Here we go.

(gentle music)

- I found it in the bathroom garbage.

You can keep it.

You should pray.

- Lord, please bring our family back together.

Help mom stop crying.

I know she misses dad, and so do I.

Keep Freya safe from dad when he gets mad

and help her to never forget how much mom loves her.

(owl cries)

(melancholy music)

(door creaks open)

- Come on, Freya.

- I don't want to.

Fiona?

(knock on door)

- I'm fine, I'm fine, I'm fine.

I'll be right out.

(toilet flushing)

(gentle music)

(paintbrush scraping)

Good morning, dad.

- Have some breakfast.

- Yes, thank you.

Where's Freya?

Look, I know that it's not an easy conversation to have,

but we do need to discuss our options about the house.

Oh, there you are.

Wow!

(keyboard keys clacking)

- Hey, did I ever tell you the time you two

couldn't have been more than two or three,

one of you was working.

You were working.

And your possessed mom, God rest her soul,

she was at me again for I don't know what, and I had it,

I had it.

So I went and I threw a few shirts in the bag

and I went to the door and I swung it open

and I was ready to leave and never come back.

And then I heard some giggling.

I heard some giggling

and I turned around and I saw both of you standing

with your big eyes, looking at me concerned,

so I stayed.

- Oh, dad.

- I want you to remember that when I'm gone

that I stayed,

your mom didn't stay.

I stayed, Freya stayed.

- Okay, Fiona and I are going for a drive.

- We are? - Yes.

- Come on, where the hell are you going?

- Don't be an asshole and die while I'm gone.

- I could.

Freya, Freya, your work is good,

but it's not great.

Sit, I have things to say.

- I'm sure you do.

I love you.

- Peter's gonna come and he's gonna show me his work

for the exhibit.

(door slams shut)

Son. (upbeat music)

- Is this legal, no doors?

- Yes.

- Where are you taking me?

- It's a surprise.

- Is this a good time to talk about the house?

- No.

- It's still here.

(mid tempo music)

You know, you never wanted to be with us.

- I traveled by myself to see you for five years.

And then when I'd get there, mom wouldn't even talk to me.

And if she did, it was a fucking interrogation.

What's dad working on?

Did he sell any paintings?

Is he drinking?

Does he have a girlfriend?

What's her name?

Is she famous?

And the clothes, the clothes she made me wear, your clothes!

She hid my clothes from me!

- Freya, she was protecting you.

And you really are just like mom,

shoving down those pills!

You don't think I haven't thought about doing it?

- I just lost control a little bit, that's all.

It's not because of you, okay?

I don't want you to think that,

I've just been going through a lot lately.

(upbeat music)

♪ There is no reason to let love die ♪

(Freya and Fiona screaming)

- Wow, this is fun.

♪ Then love will be gone ♪

- [Fiona] I thought I can make us dinner, family dinner.

- [Freya] Dad!

- [Fiona] I've got this recipe for a lemon meringue pie

that I make for Jacob every year

on his birthday. - Dad?

- It might be nice, lemon meringue.

- Dad!

- Oh, he's dead, oh!

- Boo! (Fiona screams)

- Drink like this every day?

- He's upset at me for a painting.

- Freya? - I'm here.

- I couldn't find my pills.

- Let's go get them, - Huh?

- Come on, it's all right.

All right, all right, I'm sorry for leaving.

I shouldn't have done that.

- After all I've done for you.

- Hey, hey, hey now, hey!

- Hey, hey, hey what?

Hey, when is she leaving?

- Hey. - Sorry.

(gentle piano music)

♪ Rise to meet you ♪

♪ May the wind be at your back ♪

♪ May the sun shine warp upon your face ♪

♪ May the rain fall softly on your fields ♪

♪ Until we meet again ♪

♪ 'Til we meet again ♪

♪ May God hold you in the palm of His hand ♪

♪ May God hold you in the palm of His hand ♪

(doorbell rings)

(door creaks open)

- Fiona.

- Dad's asleep.

- Can I come in?

- Hmm, hmm.

- Dad's asleep.

- So I hear.

How are you two doing?

Isn't Judah having people over this afternoon?

- Yeah.

- [Peter] You should go.

- [Freya] You sure?

I can stop at the grocery store if you need anything,

just text me.

- [Fiona] You should invite Judah over for dinner.

- Yeah, okay.

Check on dad. - [Fiona] hmm, hmm.

- Bye.

- Okay. (door creaks shut)

- Let's see?

I don't know what that is.

- You're very distracting.

- I'm sorry, am I being too loud?

- You're making me hungry.

- All you men think about is food, isn't it?

- Food and sex.

- So how long have you known my dad?

- Well, he was a guest lecturer my first year in college,

and I asked him to be my mentor.

- I don't even know what he's famous for,

isn't that terrible of me?

I wasn't even allowed to mention him around my mom

so I just kind of cut him out of my mind all together.

(upbeat music)

♪ Shared all my feelings with you ♪

(birds chirping)

♪ Lord knows I can't change you ♪

(car door creaks open)

(car door slams shut)

- See, you were given land, property,

while I waited.

And still, I wait.

- Marv Segal's work, expanded the possibilities

of abstraction while synthesizing American

and Lebanese aesthetics

and radically experimenting with chance.

He engineered a style based

on collaging and assembling found objects often to violent

and sexual ends.

Do you want me to keep reading?

- Hmm, hmm.

- I'm sorry, but your breasts,

I say this from a purely artistic subjective standpoint.

(knock on door)

(door creaks open)

- [Speaker] Privacy of the other person.

- Judah?

- Love is freedom.

Desire, receiving, giving, feeling.

Love seeks no control (chuckles).

Who are you looking for?

- I'm gonna start dinner.

I might make a pie if I can find what I need.

- Light and proximity was his movement

that placed an emphasis

on minimalist installation and sculpture.

And later, there was idealism,

which questioned the very nature of art objects themselves.

Can I kiss you?

- Oh, absolutely not.

- I believe you deserve more than you receive,

every soldier does.

I was lied to.

I bled, I died, I killed for this.

- You are not happily married.

- Excuse me?

- Please, just stop.

Let me see you.

It's good to be seen.

(birds chirping)

- Of the free.

My country sees me as unworthy,

the enemy.

- You like that I want you.

It's okay, we don't have to do anything about it

if you don't want to.

- You are bad. - No, I'm not.

I'm actually very good for you.

- Nothing will be as cruel

as the people I came home to promising protection.

- What would you be if you weren't a housewife?

Be honest, what's your fantasy?

- I don't know.

- Have you ever let yourself do anything creative?

- I loved art in high school.

My mom wouldn't let me pursue it.

She convinced me art was evil.

- It might be a bit evil.

(car door slams shut)

- Are you okay?

- Yeah.

(car engine roars)

- You must be so scared.

I missed you.

(alarm chirping)

(crickets chirping)

(door slams shut)

(door slams shut)

(lively music)

Is that supposed to be mom?

- Yeah, sort of.

Where's Peter?

- He just didn't wanna wait for my pie to cool (screams).

Freya, my dress!

No, no, this is exactly what's wrong with this family.

- Fifi, don't make me drink alone.

- Will you please try my pie?

- Fine. - Good.

It's sweet. - This is really good.

- It is good.

- That tastes really good.

- Well, you are sad.

(Freya screams)

- What the?

Oh my!

(both giggling)

- You started it!

No!

Freya!

- This is not. - No, no.

- Whoa. (Fiona laughs)

- Sam doesn't love me anymore.

I bore him.

- You gotta let loose.

- I'm loose, I mean, I'm loose, I'm loose.

Okay,

that's good.

I'm pretty sure he cheats on me.

- Bastard.

- It's okay, I don't blame him.

- Why not?

- I mean, I don't know,

I just maybe just get really sad.

I don't know, I try to be happy, I try.

(screaming together)

- No, no, no Fifi!

- I don't think I could get him back though.

I got this lingerie.

I think I put it on backwards.

- Forget him.

- I can't forget him.

I'm not gonna divorce, okay?

We have Jacob, gosh.

Gosh.

How do you guys get away with being such jerks?

- You just be glad that you haven't had to listen

to dad's disgusting theories

on how women have to let men be men.

- You know what, dad's a jerk.

He's a jerk.

- I don't know why I thought Judah was any different.

- Oh, was that why you were crying, Judah?

- I caught him with this girl, Shiva.

Probably a better match anyway.

- Are you sure?

I met that girl.

- I saw them.

- Doing what?

- I know what I saw.

- I just, I don't know.

I just, Freya,

I just think, listen.

- What are you trying to say?

- If you're anything like me,

you're just making it all up, forget it.

- Oh!

I am not crazy.

- Crazy people never think they are crazy.

- You're so weird, Fiona.

- You don't believe in marriage do you?

- Do you.

- Hey.

- Hm?

- Do you think that I should cheat on Sam?

- Generally, or with Pete.

He's such a shit.

- Don't you want kids?

- You are changing the subject.

- Listen, the whole family thing,

it works for a lot of people.

You know that, right?

- Yeah, let's do this.

Ready?

- Oh, cross. - Cross.

Oh man, oh man.

(giggling together)

- I thought Judah was the one.

- So you do believe in marriage.

- I want to.

(uptempo music)

- Sugar.

- Sugar.

- Sugar!

- Hey, can you?

(Fiona and Freya giggling)

- Sugar!

- Ooh, easy dad.

- Got a big day ahead of you.

- I do?

- Yeah, meeting Peter at the gallery.

Haven't seen Dave in what, 15 years?

- That sounds exhausting.

- It will be good for you.

- Do you think I should bring my portfolio?

- I don't think this is the time, no.

I'll ask Peter to take me.

- I wanna see the gallery too, dad.

And I was thinking, you know,

since you're going out anyways, maybe it'd be nice

if we all just went on a family picnic,

you know, like old times.

- Why not?

- Great, you could invite Peter.

I'm gonna go get ready.

♪ I'm a child of nature ♪

♪ I'm happy and healthy and free ♪

♪ Yes I'm in love with nature ♪

♪ And she's in love with me ♪

♪ I mean it from this heart of mine ♪

- I don't want anything gaudy, like no bouquets.

- Well, every funeral has flowers,

that's just what people do.

- Not my people.

- Okay, no bouquets.

But what do you want, Dad?

Do you wanna be burned or what?

- No,

maybe, and scatter

right there,

toss me over that cliff.

- [Freya] What about stuffed?

- [Fiona] Okay, okay.

Will you both please stop!

- You promise me,

you're gonna kill me before you wipe my ass.

(uptempo music)

- I got your chair right here, dad.

(car door slams shut)

Come on, I have you - - I don't wanna go.

- Just leave him.

- Don't be ridiculous, I'll help you.

(car door slams shut)

- Freya, Freya, Freya. - He hates me.

- He's just stubborn, here.

- Get me out of the goddamn car.

- Don't forget why she's really here.

(birds chirping)

(gentle music)

- What's going on with you?

- Why are you here?

- [Judah] Peter invited me.

Told him you weren't answering my calls.

- You're so beautiful.

- I'm trying to figure it out.

What did I do?

- So how long has Judah been Freya's boyfriend?

- Oh, no, no, she doesn't call him her boyfriend.

She doesn't need titles.

- I see.

- And you, are you still married

to that insurance salesman?

- Not anymore, I mean, he doesn't sell insurance anymore.

He doesn't do much of anything anymore.

- So you need money?

And your mom thought she'd be a hero

and she'd give you my house.

'Til death do you part, my house.

(Shiva laughs)

- I'm sorry about the house.

I didn't ask for it.

- When are you leaving, Fiona?

- I don't know,

I thought maybe when we settle everything with the house.

- Hey, you're not selling my house.

- Baguette?

A tiny knife with a little tiny baguette.

I should've packed a knife.

- You're just so weird.

- Dad, will you please stop being mean to me?

- It's okay to be weird.

It's good to be weird.

Why don't you take off your shoes and just go run around

and go play with your friends.

Fiona, take off these silly shoes.

- [Peter] Sometimes you have to confront the muse.

- Well, you cannot question the work.

There are very few, very few who can actually practice that.

Get out of your head and follow your impulse.

When you experience the power and the purity

of making art this way, there's no going back.

It's a curse, and you're at the mercy of the muse.

- Do you ever take psychedelics when you work?

- See, this is what I'm talking about.

- What's your name?

- Shiva. - The destroyer.

Are you an artist? - I am.

And you're a modernist.

(Peter chuckles)

- Maybe.

(gentle music)

- [Peter] Let's go for a walk.

- A walk?

- [Judah] And why would I lie to you?

It goes against everything I stand for.

- But you like secrets.

- I would rather not tell you

what Shiva and I were talking about, that's true.

And there's nothing wrong with that.

- Well, this relationship might be over

because of that secret.

- Well, that's not a relationship I wanna be in.

- Just down here.

- Here?

- Don't you trust me?

- Oh, God, oh Peter.

(Peter laughs)

My pantyhose are soaked.

- Take them off.

- I dare you to trust me.

Face the other way.

- Why?

- All right, now fall back.

- I don't want to.

- Fall, or I'm leaving now, come on.

- Okay, okay, okay.

- See, see, see, I've got you.

I've got you, okay?

- You're uncomfortable.

- No, I'm just listening to the birds, so pretty.

- We can go back if you want.

- No, I wanna go, oh!

Oh!

- You okay?

- I think I need to stop for a bit, my feet.

- You want help with those?

- Oh, right here?

Stop.

- You don't really mean that do you?

- I don't think I do.

- I don't think you do either.

Wow! - What?

(gentle opera music)

- You are the saddest woman I've ever seen.

- I'm not sad.

- That's all right, it's beautiful.

(Fiona moaning)

Does your husband touch you like this?

- He doesn't, he doesn't.

- Ssh, it's okay, I got you.

- I shouldn't be doing this.

- No, you absolutely should be doing this.

(Fiona moaning)

(Fiona laughing)

- Oh, there she is.

- Such a nice walk.

Ooh, a butterfly.

- Or, a message.

Cocooned in wisdom and love, confined.

I confess, it's time.

(laughing altogether)

(alarm chirps)

(gentle opera music)

- It's okay, I'm fine.

- Marv, good to have you back.

- Oh, looking great.

- Yeah? - Hmm, hmm.

- I'm surprised that you took Peter's call.

- The past is the past.

- We have high expectations.

- Good.

- These are Marv's daughters, Freya and Fifi.

- Fiona.

- Freya's an artist as well.

- We've met.

- I've been worried about you.

I know we've had our differences in the past,

but I want you to know you can trust me.

- I don't have a choice.

For this exhibition, I would love it

if we could arrange for Pete to show his work also.

Peter's done a lot for me, a lot

and he's also really, really good.

- Really good? - [Marv] Really good.

- Of course, we can do that.

- Hey Pete, we're gonna be showing you working here.

- That's, that's great.

- And Shiva, Shiva is an Artist from New York.

- Oh!

- She has a multimedia installation like the brawn, right?

Swinging limbs or something, huh?

Swinging limbs.

Where's Freya?

Freya,

honey, can you get me a bottle of water please?

Some water.

- There's a kitchen in the back, just put coffee on that.

- Water's in the fridge, sweetheart.

- How long is this gonna be hanging?

- Oh, six weeks. - Six weeks.

(phone vibrating)

- It's nice stuff, nice stuff.

- What's going on?

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

- Oh, why do I suddenly feel like I'm in high school.

- This is what you do?

You just see how far you can get with a woman

and then act like it's nothing?

- It is what it is.

It's not nothing.

- So that's it?

- Pretty much.

What did you have in mind?

- I don't know.

I've never done anything like that before.

What do you get out of that?

- Same thing you did.

- Well, I just feel gross and guilty.

- It doesn't have to be a big deal, trust me.

- I'm married!

(bell ringing)

(train engine roaring)

- [Freya] Judah left.

- [Fiona] Why?

- He showed my work to a huge agent

in New York, Shiva's agent

who I was planning to reach out to when I was ready.

- They wouldn't wanna rep you

if they didn't think you were ready.

- The only reason why they wanna rep me

is because dad is gonna die, Marv Segal's daughter.

(mid tempo music)

- Same office?

- You're the best.

- Where's Freya?

- She's waiting in the car.

Does anyone want any coffee?

- Oh, thank you, dear.

- Coffee sounds good.

(door creaks open)

- Here's your coffee.

- Nice.

- Thank you.

- I might wait outside with Freya.

- You know, there was a woman here the other day,

the musician I hired to play at a fundraiser.

In the middle of our meeting,

she pulls out her flute and starts to compose a piece

that's inspired by these paintings.

And for three days straight,

she sat right there and

wrote this.

(gentle music)

You have the magic, Marv.

The world has missed you.

- And on that note,

we're proud to say we've already sold three

of your paintings,

but the buyers have agreed to let them stay

for the rest of the exhibit,

but I trust this is good news.

- Which pieces?

- The early ones.

- This is how I send you to that fancy school of yours.

- But I love this one.

- Well, then it's gonna be yours until we sell it.

Where you wanna hang it?

How's that? - Perfect.

♪ It's magic it's magic ♪

- Is dad okay with Peter?

Let's just go.

(car engine roars)

(mid tempo music)

- I messed up.

- Welcome to being human.

- Can we pray?

- Go for it.

- Oh God, I just wanna ask for your forgiveness.

And I pray that you just put your hand

on my family right now,

Sam, and Jacob, and dad, Freya.

Just guide us through this time

of just

complete fucking hell.

(birds chirping)

(Freya humming)

(mid tempo music)

- You're in the zone, Peter.

Don't stop believing in yourself.

(Peter and Marv laughing)

Oh, a bird.

- I mean it, sir, congratulations.

- Thank you Peter, you too.

(Peter laughs)

This is not fucking funny,

not funny, funny.

Oh, oh, whoa, whoa.

- We're just celebrating.

- I want one of those chocolates, Peter.

That's what I want.

- [Freya] What chocolate?

- Give me the chocolate.

I just wanna pop one.

- What chocolate?

- Yes, Shiva made 'em.

- Okay, this is it.

Give me the chocolate.

- They're very strong.

I suggest you join us.

- Are they good, not too crazy?

- Good crazy. - Good crazy.

- No, absolutely not.

- Yes, yes, yes.

- Get out.

- [Marv] Peter, please stay.

- Go! (Peter laughing)

- We're having party.

Hey, come on.

- Go! - [Marv] No, no, no, no, don't go.

(Peter laughing)

- Get out!

- Don't leave, don't leave.

- Go, come on!

- [Marv] No, no, don't go.

You go, don't go.

Don't leave, you stay, man.

- Get out!

- Come on, don't go.

Don't go, fuck!

- Your father getting sick is the best thing

that ever happened to you.

Give your life one ounce of meaning.

These are his last days.

I suggest you let him do whatever the fuck he wants.

(door slams shut)

- You've lost your mind.

- Maybe I have.

- I sold a few paintings this afternoon.

Just take care of the damn house.

Your house, saved.

That's what this is about, we're celebrating.

- Which paintings?

(gentle music)

- I'm not selling it.

They think they own me at the gallery.

Don't you ever think I don't love you.

- How much did they offer?

- I painted a daisy.

- Oh my God, oh God.

- What, Freya?

- Dad sold some paintings, Fifi.

We don't have to sell the house.

- Oh, well, that's great.

- Great, show them respect.

- Hey, whoa, whoa, dad.

She worships you.

- I'm so tired of looking at your face, Fiona.

You sound like a dying piglet.

- Oh my God, you're drunk.

This is pathetic.

- She's like her mother, trying to turn you against me.

- You are a monster!

What have I done to you?

- This is my house! - What have I ever done to you?

- Get out!

- Dad, don't do this.

- Get out of the house. - Why, why?

- No, dad!

- Get out of the damn house.

(door slams shut)

(car bonnet slams shut)

(car door slams shut)

- I am not my mother, okay?

I am your daughter.

- Freya, please. - As much Freya is!

(car engine roaring)

- Freya, what are you doing?

Why is your work in the trash?

- I want those chocolates.

- You're just gonna leave your dad?

(birds chirping)

(mid tempo music)

(singing in foreign language)

(chuckling together)

- Let it all go.

All of it.

- Oh!

- Hey, you're here. - I am.

- Why am I so nervous?

- Fiona thinks we should go to New York.

(drum beating)

(people clapping)

- I got a poem for y'all.

- If Sam could see me now,

he wouldn't know what to think.

Freya, didn't it feel good telling dad off?

- Kind of.

- You know what I'm gonna do?

You know what I'm gonna do?

I'm gonna call him!

I'm calling Sam right now.

- There she goes.

- I'm afraid of her.

- In my pussy are where birds fly free.

Worms and crawly things,

things that only come out in the night.

- Hi Sam, hi, hi.

I just called because I wanted to tell you

that I kissed a man.

I did, I let him put his hands down my pants.

You say you don't love me anymore, but guess what, Sam?

Guess what?

You don't even know who I am.

I don't know who I am,

but at least I'm trying to find out.

I'm being honest now.

I'm being honest and that's a great quality.

And I'd appreciate-

- I'm gonna go get the wings, I'll be right back.

- I'd appreciate knowing if you kiss someone.

In fact, I know, I know that you kissed someone,

but I wanted to hear it from you.

I'm not saying I wanted to get a divorce.

That's not what what I'm trying to say,

but I could, I could. Okay?

And you should know that.

- You're a butterfly.

- And I'm a butterfly.

I'm a butterfly.

Oh my God, I am a butterfly.

Was that the wrong thing to do?

Oh my God.

- No, no speak your truth, sister.

- Are you sure? - Yes.

- Wow, wow.

(drum beating)

(group clapping)

- We have a new voice this evening.

(group cheers)

Come on up, come on up, come on up.

- Oh no, Freya, no.

- Hey, yes, yes, yes, yes,

just say whatever's on your heart

and let God speak through you.

- Let God speak through me?

- Yeah, come on! - You got this mama!

- It's 1,000 wings inside my heart, in my belly,

living and dying.

It's yellow and red,

and there's nobody to hold me down, I'm free.

I'm free like you.

I've got no arms around me,

and so I can go over the whole universe.

We're the whole universe.

(group clapping)

- Woo!

- [Speaker] We're the universe!

All right, butterfly!

- [Speaker 2] Okay, girl!

(Fiona giggling)

(Judah laughing)

- I'm sorry I did all that behind your back.

- Yeah, you shouldn't have done that.

- I'm glad I did.

Wait, wait, wait, careful, careful,

I'll be right down, I'll be right there.

(Fiona and Freya giggling)

(lighthearted music)

- Come on.

Wait, what are you doing?

- I now pronounce you man and wife (giggling).

- She's great. - Mom!

Mom. - Mom.

- Hey, are you sure you're warm enough?

- Yeah. - Yeah.

(Fiona and Freya giggling)

- I'll leave you alone.

- Mom.

(eerie music)

(owl crying)

(birds chirping)

- Wakey, wakey. - Hmm?

My dad's here.

- And we are the sons and daughters of the Most High.

Can I get an amen?

- [Group] Amen.

- But what does that mean?

Some of us are walking around in the world like beggars,

full of sorrow, lashed by the world,

but it is your responsibility is it not,

to own up to the who and the what that you are?

Brothers and sisters, daughters and sons,

we are one family.

God is the Father, the Omnipresent and Everpresent.

God is your Mother.

And what does that make you?

(gentle guitar music)

(somber music)

- [Marv] Girls, I hope you can forgive me.

Tonight, I'm in more pain than I thought possible,

but finally, I feel love again.

(door creaks open)

- Should we call someone?

- Not yet.

- [Marv] I had closed my heart

and my art stopped coming through.

Freya, this unfinished piece is yours to complete.

- Do you see that?

- Yeah (crying).

- [Marv] It's sort of a love letter from your mother.

I could hear her voice telling me to get out of the way.

Let her spirit move you.

I need you to know your mother was the love of my life.

The years we were together were the best of my life.

My love for her and you changed me in ways that I resisted.

So I looked for a way out.

I have blamed her all these years,

but the truth is, it was me.

I gave up.

She was my muse.

I see her soul in your work too, Freya.

She lives in you.

- She loved you.

(gentle music)

- He loved you too.

- Hi, Sam.

Oh, I missed you.

- [Marv] Fiona, I'm sorry to have never met my grandson.

That is my deepest regret.

And your mom was right to leave you the house.

She was always right.

We're all family.

- All right okay, there.

Good?

All right, Freya, pull your side a little bit up.

There you go.

A little bit, a little bit.

And Fi, don't, don't touch your side yet.

Wait, wait, wait.

Freya, a little bit down.

That's it, and there, hold on.

Right?

I think that's it.

Yeah?

- I'm gonna miss you.

♪ When I die Lord bury me here ♪

♪ Way down on old Chestnut Street ♪

♪ Place the stone at my head ♪

♪ And tell them all that I'm gone to sleep ♪

- [Marv] I realize my heart

has wanted nothing more than to be whole again.

My babies, live a beautiful life

and don't believe anything you can't feel in your heart.

Believe me when I tell you, you are free.

♪ May the road rise up to meet you ♪

♪ May the wind be always at your back ♪

♪ May the sun shine warm upon your face ♪

♪ The rains fall soft upon your fields ♪

♪ And until we meet again ♪

♪ 'Til we meet again ♪

♪ May God hold you in the palm of His hand ♪

♪ May God hold you in the palm of His hand ♪

(gentle music)

♪ Well it's raining and I'm alone ♪

♪ Put a lock on my phone ♪

♪ Seen enough smiling ghosts ♪

♪ To last me 'til the morning ♪

♪ And John just died at Pacific twilight ♪

♪ Meanwhile his poor wife ♪

♪ Has a new hole in her heart ♪

♪ Well thank you good John ♪

♪ For the life and the songs ♪

♪ Though your souls wandered on ♪

♪ I'll be hearing from you ♪

♪ All this time spent inside ♪

♪ The house in my mind ♪

♪ Shoes often untied ♪

♪ And the mailbox filled up ♪

♪ Well the loss of some man ♪

♪ Is in 'til dark ♪

♪ It's an echo and a sparkle of that never quite ends ♪

♪ So thank you good John ♪

♪ For the life and the songs ♪

♪ Though your souls wandered on ♪

♪ I'll be hearing from you ♪

(gentle music)