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Hello, Jack.

Almost here. Damn it.

Fucking hybrid gas saver.

Oh, Dad, I didn't mean to answer. Sorry.

Don't answer the phone when you're driving.

I'm not driving. I'm parked.

When was the last time you changed your oil?

Uh, listen, Dad, I can't really talk right now.

-I'm kind of in the middle of something. -When?

Um...

Four thousand miles ago?

You're supposed to change it every 3,000 miles.

Listen, Dad, I gotta go. Hey, why do you have an eye patch?

Oh, uh, the tumor's pushing against my eye.

-Oh... -Listen, Joann wants to throw me

a birthday thing this weekend. Book a flight and get up here.

Uh, yeah. No, Dad, that sounds pretty last minute.

-I don't think I can do it. -Well, Mikey's flying in from school.

Well, okay, maybe. I'll try.

Have you, uh...?

Have you talked to Cami?

Not in seven years. Have you?

Well, when you get up here...

we need to have a talk.

I, uh...

Dad?

There's just some things I need to say to you.

Dad?

-Dad, is that a cigarette? -Call Joann...

when you book your flight.

Dad!

- Fuck! - Someone here?

What? June?

- June, is that you? - Jack!

Shit, shit, shit.

What? What are you doing, June? What's going on? Come on.

What the fuck?

June!

What the hell was that?

Did you just try to kill yourself in a low-emissions vehicle?

-Did you hire a housekeeper? -Yeah.

Did you just try to kill yourself?

No, don't be so dramatic.

I'm being dramatic?

June, if I would have been here a few minutes later, you would...

Oh, my God.

Was that staged?

April Fool's?

Oh, my God.

I'm fine, by the way. God.

-Hey, where's my beer? -I threw it out.

Yeah, I'm going dry again this month.

-You threw it out? -Yes.

Next time, just leave me in the garage.

Oh, that is pretty fucked up, considering your family history.

Oh, what, my mother killed herself, so now I can't make a joke?

Yes, exactly, you psycho.

"Psycho."

Wow... That is low...

considering my family history.

Yeah, okay. I'm sorry. It's just that you drive me crazy, June.

Where's my lucky beer mug?

It's in a box with your stuff in the bedroom.

You really want me gone, don't you?

Yes, June, I do.

'Cause this is so hard.

It's just tiring, and you don't have any awareness

of other human beings on this planet.

Zero.

My dad called.

You know he never calls me.

It was really intense and it was really scary,

and he's sick, and it's...

-He called? -Mm-hm...

Don't. June.

Boundaries.

Fine. I'll just get my stuff and leave.

Great. That's the plan.

-What'd you do with my mom's clothes? -In the closet.

Where are you staying, June? Where are you gonna go?

-I'm gonna go see my dad. -Alone?

No, I'm gonna go get Cami. She still lives in Sonoma.

I thought she wasn't speaking to anyone in the family.

She's not, but I'm gonna take her up to see my dad

because he told me he wants to apologize.

He did?

You can have one.

He said he was gonna apologize.

Well, he said he wanted to see me in person.

I know he wants to say sorry for all the fucked-up stuff he did,

and then I'll be better, and then you can take me back.

An apology's not gonna fix everything, June.

That'd be a Band-Aid on a huge gaping generational wound.

One of those little tiny circular Band-Aids for warts.

No, it's not a Band-Aid for warts.

Why do you have that ridiculous hat on?

Aren't you sweaty?

-I told you, I'm going up north. -Put it on when you're up north.

I'm gonna fix my family, Jack.

You'll see.

I'll be whole and you can love me again.

June.

You need help.

You should come with me.

I want you to take a look in the mirror

and observe that strong, powerful woman,

and remind yourself, "Ya got this, girl."

Ya Got This, Girl is hosted by--

Call Mikey.

Calling Mikey Stevenson.

If you've made it this far, you're old.

Excuse me, Micheline, I'm not old, I'm driving, so I can't text.

Okay? So call me--

If you are satisfied with your message, press 1.

Call Mikey.

"Oops, cellular data exceeded"?

What?

No.

Ya got this, girl.

Ya got this...

It wasn't me. It's a...

Shit...

Oh, wow... I haven't seen actual maps in a long time.

Oh, yeah, my dad stashed them in my car for when I get lost.

That was nice of him.

Trust me, it's not nice.

It's condescending.

He thinks I'm lost.

-Can I...? -Yeah, thank you.

My father gets disappointed in me too.

I work here in a brewery,

not in the vineyard with him like he always wanted.

And how do you deal with that?

Well, whenever we fight, I grab his hands or his face like this:

I make him look at me in the eyes, and I say to him:

"Not all doughnuts come out with a hole."

What does that mean?

It means things don't always turn out how you planned.

Yeah.

I don't think I could grab my dad like that.

He's, um-- He's intimidating...

and I haven't been that close to him since I was a kid.

Maybe I'll make my sister do it.

Got it.

Daddy! I'm gonna get it.

I told you it wasn't Daddy.

Hi. I'm June.

Auntie June?

Yes. I'm Auntie June.

And I have to pee really, really bad.

Can I come in?

Stranger danger! Stranger danger!

I'm not a stranger. I'm Auntie June.

Are you from the North Pole?

Girls, just let Daddy in.

Is he dead?

I hope I don't get a UTI.

Do you have any cranberry juice?

Remember how much cranberry juice Mom used to have in the fridge?

Makes me wonder how much sex she was having.

Man, it is hot! I thought we were up north.

You can't just show up like this. They don't know you.

Yeah? Whose fault is that?

I'm sorry. Are my boundaries too healthy for you?

Oh, is that what you call that wall around you?

What the fuck is with everyone and boundaries?

Auntie June said a bad word, Mama.

I know, sweet pea. She doesn't follow the rules.

That's why she's... like this.

Any other words you wanna teach them?

Look, it's Dad's birthday this weekend. There's going to be a party.

-Did Joann tell you about the--? -She left a voicemail.

She said it was stage four and he had six months.

Yeah. And you just wanna leave things the way they are?

Me? He has a phone. My number hasn't changed.

Cami, he's stubborn. You know that. He barely calls me.

But listen.

He said he wants to talk to us. In person.

He said he wants to apologize.

He said that?

He said, "I want to apologize"?

Well, in his way, yeah.

Oh, my God, June.

This is for real, Cami.

We get to heal as a family.

Olivia, look.

I mean, don't you wanna have a family again? To have sisters?

I have a family.

Yeah.

Where is Matt?

Why do the girls expect him to knock at his own house?

- Girls, come in to eat. - Okay, coming.

Coming!

If Dad wants to talk...

he can call me in the next six months.

He smoked pot in front of me.

-He knew you could see him? -Yeah, it was on FaceTime. He knew.

He doesn't have six months, Cami.

We have right now.

Come with me, please.

Olivia!

Gigi!

June Stevenson.

Holy shit! Ooh!

Shoot. Holy shoot.

I haven't seen you since you fucked my best man at our wedding.

That was your best man?

-I thought that was your dad. -Ha!

I need to talk to you.

Good luck, man.

-So good to see you. -Good to see you too.

Hello?

Daddy! Yay!

- His best man. - Hi!

And no screen time after 6.

- Relax. - Okay.

- Come on, kitty cat. Aw... - I'll miss you.

-I'll be back soon. -Bye, Mommy.

Bye, love you.

Bye, Pocahontas. Bye, Ariel.

Bye, Captain Jack Sparrow.

Don't.

Have fun!

What am I, your Lyft driver?

Five stars if you shut the fuck up.

Is everyone so relaxed here because they're, like, tasting all day?

Is that all you see when you drive through here?

Wineries? Yeah.

God, you're like a truffle pig for alcohol.

You're like a truffle pig for lameness.

-Oh, my God. -What?

Oh, my God.

It's like Sleeping with the Enemy back there.

What, do you beat Matt if he messes up the hand towel?

Why are we driving all the way to Washington?

Because I can't afford a last-minute plane ticket.

Gas is just as expensive.

Yeah, well, I have Dad's emergency gas card, so...

Shut up. You still have Dad's gas card?

You are 40 years old. Jesus flipping Christ, Juniper!

I know. I'm a big fucking loser. I know, all right?

Okay.

Okay.

What is that?

It's my oil diffuser.

I use essential oils to block out negative energy.

Oh, my God.

These trees are amazing.

-Avenue of the Giants is way better-- -What? What?

What? I'm sorry, you wanted me to wear these.

As I was saying, the Avenue of the Giants is way better.

Some of those trees are, like, thousands of years old.

How do they live that long?

They grow their own defenses.

Their bark protects them from fungus, rot, wildfires.

That's cool.

I'm not staying the whole time, June.

I'm going up, and then I'm coming right back.

-I see why you resonate with the trees. -I'm coming back by plane.

So you'll have to find another Thelma to your Louise driving home.

Okay, fine.

But you mean Louise, right? Because I'm obviously Thelma?

I mean, look at that back seat.

You're clearly the uptight Susan Sarandon, and I'm the fun, curly-haired Geena Davis.

Juniper.

What? What are you doing back there anyway?

I am getting my real-estate license.

Oh... What about teaching?

Teaching does not pay a California mortgage.

You wouldn't understand. It's grown-up stuff.

"It's grown-up stuff."

I mean, I get to sleep with Brad Pitt because I'm Thelma, so...

I'm flying right home, Juniper.

Aw, sugar...

Oh...

What?

-What are you doing? -Just real quick.

June, why are we on the coast?

What do you mean?

This is not the direct route to Washington.

No, it's prettier, and it's only about a half an inch difference.

June, a half an inch is, like, two extra hours of driving.

Oh...

Oh?!

-Oh, my God. -Well, do you wanna go back to the middle?

It looks about an inch to go back to the middle.

This is ridiculous. I am Waze-ing us back on track.

Do you have service?

Maps. Old-school.

But listen.

While we're here, we should really go look.

The glass is left over from when the beach used to be a landfill.

It's garbage made into something beautiful.

Get out.

-Did you wanna go? -Get out!

Okay.

Okay.

I follow the rules. I didn't take the glass.

Shut... up.

Okay.

Look, defensive trees.

No.

Oh, this is a cool place.

No!

No!

No. Keep driving.

I have been driving since last night.

I need to stop.

Fine. I'll drive. I can't work in the dark anyway.

Cami, we are going to have to stop eventually.

And Arcata is the perfect place. Just hear me out, okay?

No.

Remember when I used to work at that brewery?

Do you mean when you left me with our mentally-ill mother

and her revolving door of boyfriends?

I don't know. I was in my 20s.

Anyways, I used to pour beer for the brewery at festivals.

Sounds like a great job for a budding alcoholic.

Yeah. And at these festivals,

I met everyone in the Pacific Northwest brewery scene.

-We were like a family. -What is your point?

My point is, is that Redwood Curtain Brewery

is just down the street and all the way up the coast,

all the way to Dad's, it is filled with breweries.

So we can stay near one each night, get some free beer,

and we can have some actual fun like we used to.

Each night? No, June, we're getting there tomorrow.

Do you think this is a vacation?

'Cause I need to get there and do what I need to do

and then go home to my family.

I'm not interested in some beer version of Sideways with my estranged sister.

Well, I have the keys,

so you better get your shit because I'm going to the bar.

Oh, great, June.

Go. Find your people.

See if they'll let you stay in their tent because I'm not sharing a room.

My father is dying. My sister's a bitch. I'm having a beer.

-What can I get for you? -Uh...

I'm curious if Dustin still works here.

He does, but he's off tonight.

Okay.

Um, can you tell him that June Stevenson dropped by?

-Sure. -Great.

You want a beer?

Yes, I'll have whatever you recommend that is not an IPA.

Thank you.

Right, you're "not IPA."

Great.

You want company?

-Uh, sure. -Great.

What's wrong with IPAs?

Nothing if you like all the moisture sucked out of your mouth.

-Safe to assume you do not like hops. -In moderation.

And look, there's nothing wrong with IPA. It's just gotten way out of control.

IPA, Double IPA, Hazy IPA, East Coast IPA,

West Coast IPA, Session IPA, Grapefruit IPA, Frozen IPA.

I mean, whatever happened to balance and variety?

There's a whole beer world out there that is beautiful and delicious.

We are not limited to an accident

that happened on a boat from Britain to India, people.

So you like fruit beers?

-Why? 'Cause I'm a girl? -That's not what I was saying.

Look, on a hot day, a fruit beer is delicious.

But I like, um, a standard pale ale, malty and hoppy, balanced, "drinkable."

I hate that word, "drinkable."

Me too. That's why I said "drinkable."

What are you drinking?

Triple IPA.

Shut up. Shut the fuck up.

Let's go. I need to eat.

Why are we at a brewery for breakfast?

Last night, I was thinking about this concept I learned

at a Sonoma wine tasting women's empowerment group.

It's called radical acceptance.

So in order to stay sane, I've decided to lean in.

Seasonal sampler.

That's for her.

This is what you wanted, right? Beers, breweries.

-Here's coffee and cream for you. -Thank you.

Are you sure you didn't overdo it? You might not taste the coffee.

Why did you order me this? I have to drive.

Oh, so you do have limits.

Yeah, I think in California it's 0.08.

That's not what I mean.

I know. I was joking.

Hey, do you have a hotspot? I wanna text somebody.

Jack?

-How do you know Jack? -He DM'd me on Instagram.

He did? What did he say?

Did you pretend to try to kill yourself two days ago?

Oh, my God, no. He's lying.

I hope so, because that would be pretty crazy given our mom--

Okay, whatever. It was a joke.

I thought that if he realized that he was actually losing me, he would take me back.

Are you serious?

Why don't you just boil a rabbit, June?

I'm too young to understand that reference.

You're turning into her. I saw it at my wedding.

You're the one with the color-coded backseat and the drop of cream.

Fucking IPA!

Okay.

Yeah, you're totally sane.

Oh, fuck you.

I'm sorry. Maybe you're turning into Dad.

You know what?

Not all of us had the luxury of growing up after the divorce.

You got to be a kid. I didn't.

I watched our parents rip each other apart while holding you in my arms

and changing your diapers and feeding you.

I was too young for all of that.

But now, when we get up there, he's going to apologize.

-And you're gonna thank me-- -June, he is never going to apologize.

He is a coward.

He doesn't even think he did anything wrong.

And if you're not careful, you're gonna turn into both of them.

You suck at road trips!

- Cash or card? - Oh, card. Thank you.

Cool.

All right, 87. Whoa, whoa...

-I got you. -Whoa, whoa. Hey, what are you doing?

-Don't worry. -No, it's okay. Thank you.

-I got it. Sir? -Ma'am.

-I'm gonna need that pump. -Sir?

-I'm gonna need the pump. -What do you mean?

-I'm fine. I can pump it-- -Ma'am, let go of the pump.

I'm fine. If you wanna pump it, you got such a hard-on for pumping.

Asshole.

It's only full service in Oregon.

Well, that's dumb.

I'm sorry I left you.

Okay.

I'm worried you're pinning all your hopes on this apology.

He's never going to change.

He may have treated Joann differently than our mom, but he didn't change.

Okay, got it.

I'm stopping for food.

Okay, let's make this quick. I'm gonna pee. Order me something good.

Gluten-free.

Oh, I didn't order that.

That is our black agate bock. It is our sample of the day.

We give it to everybody.

Okay, thanks.

Would you like to try something else?

Let's see. How is your 804 Pilsner?

Ah, it is... balanced.

Not too hoppy or malty.

Ah?

It's delicious. May I please have one?

Oh, but don't let me have more than one. I'm driving and we have a long way to go.

You're leaving me already?

We have matching scrunchies and everything. See?

Ah...

Where are you going?

We're driving up to Washington. Our dad is dying.

I'm so sorry.

Thank you.

Guess I'm driving.

I'm just having one.

-What? You ordered me beer for breakfast. -This morning was a failed experiment.

Could I have a diet something?

Do you know Paddy? I think he used to work here.

No, I just moved here a few months ago from Ashland.

-Diet something? -Thank you.

Oh, I'm not done with those. No, it's just I'm not driving anymore,

so I can handle the samples.

Can you?

Yes.

-I'm Adam. -I'm June.

This is my sister, Cami.

Aw, I haven't gotten to say that in so long, sissy.

Nice to meet you both.

Nice to meet you.

Could we eat outside?

Totally.

I'm gonna go find some Wi-Fi since you won't share your hotspot.

Hurry, we need to get back on the road.

Yeah.

Oh--

-Hey, Dad. -Ah...

What? What do you want?

Oh, I just wanted to let you know I decided to fly up,

and my plane arrives, um, tomorrow morning.

No.

-What? -No. There's too much going on here.

Uh, Mikey flies in the day after tomorrow.

You change your flight, rent a car, and you can drive her to the island.

Oh, but I can't.

No. I got too much going on here.

Okay, Dad. Day after tomorrow.

Day after tomorrow.

June.

Oh, hey, Joann.

You can pick up Mikey on Thursday?

Sure. I'll change my flight.

Ah... That's great.

That's gonna be a big help. I'll e-mail you the information.

Yeah. Are you sure you're okay doing this?

You're not married anymore. It's not your responsibility.

Oh, Joann--

Here, come--

Sorry, honey.

We'll talk when you get here.

-Things aren't easy right now. -Okay, bye.

We'll see you soon.

Shit.

Put Daddy back on real quick.

Bye, sweetpea. Kisses.

I know, so how long are they gonna give us before they start foreclosure?

Well, I--

I gotta go.

Coffee with a single drop of cream.

Thanks.

-Ready? -Uh, yeah.

There's just been, you know, there's a slight hitch in the plan.

He didn't know we were on our way?

I didn't wanna tell him I was driving

because I knew he'd be mad 'cause I'm a girl by myself.

By yourself?

He didn't even know I was coming?

-Um... -June!

I thought it'd be better if you just showed up.

You know, you'd see him, he'd see you,

and then you'd remember how much you love each other.

Please don't leave. It'll be worth it.

I promise. He is going to apologize.

We can stay at this motor lodge that I saw about a half mile back,

and this nice hipster person at the coffee shop told me about Astoria,

which is about halfway from here to Seattle.

-Astoria? -Yeah.

It's where they filmed Goonies. You know, the truffle shuffle?

Come on, we could stay there and explore the town and have some fun.

-Please. -No.

Juniper, I'm not here to have fun with you.

Then why are you here? For an intervention?

It's not working.

We are so close, like two inches on the map away.

It's like six inches to get back.

Okay, you're in 3, I'm in 4.

-Two rooms? -Yep, they were cheap.

Thank God for credit cards.

Okay, well, you wanna hang out or go for a walk or something?

I need some time to think.

And honestly, you need a shower.

It's not that bad.

-Night. -Night.

Hi... llo.

Hi.

-I like your hair. -Thank you. It's my first-date hair.

- So when did you move to Yachats? - "Yaw hots."

-What'd I say? -"Ya-hots."

-That's weird. -It's the weirdest.

But, you know, I can follow...

-Come on, come on, come on. -Okay.

I can't see-- My hair, my hair, my hair!

We almost kissed.

-That almost happened. -Shut up!

That almost happened.

That almost happened.

Sorry about your dad.

Thank you.

How long does he have?

Oh, um, they told me six months,

but, um, then he smoked pot in front of me, so...

Um, I mean, it's not like he was a stoner. He was a businessman.

But he did smoke pot every day, um, to manage his anxiety.

But, um, he never would smoke it in front of us, you know, as kids.

Um, but then the other day, he did smoke in front of me.

So now I think he's gonna die soon.

Death, it, uh...

changes everything.

Except it all stays the same, which is the heartbreaking part.

You try to move on, and you get stuck, and everyone else just keeps on living.

Okay, I'm either too stoned to follow you or not stoned enough.

I don't-- I don't know which one it is.

Adam?

My, uh...

little brother...

he died a month ago today.

What?

Yeah, he was hit by a drunk driver walking home from work.

Are you serious?

And the thing is...

we hadn't talked in months.

I hadn't talked to him for a long time

'cause I was still mad at him about something so stupid.

So, so stupid.

And then, um...

Then he just died.

And I can't--

I can't fix that. I can't--

I can't get my little brother back.

-I'm so sorry. I didn't mean to... -No, no, no. Blah, bleh... Gross.

No, it's what I liked.

You know, you didn't know.

Don't give me that "I'm so sorry" look.

That one. That's what everyone gives me.

I don't want that.

Let's just--

Let's have fun.

- Ooh... - Oh, wow...

Where are we?

Hmm?

Where are we?

My RV.

We wanted to smoke more but we ran out of weed,

so we walked back here.

Shit.

Oh, God...

Do you have any water?

In the sink.

All right, the sink, the sink...

Do you have any bottled water?

Yes, L.A., in the fridge.

You don't have anything in the fridge except for these--

Yeah, there's some cherries.

I think you're depressed.

Yeah?

You think?

-June, you up? -Yeah.

-We should get going. -Oh, okay.

-I just need to take a shower real quick. -Okay.

I'll check out and grab a coffee.

I'll drive. I need a break from work, anyway.

You smell better.

Look, starlings!

Oh, my God.

I sound just like Mom.

-Pull over. I'm gonna be sick. -What?

I'm gonna be sick. Pull over.

You okay?

Do you really think that I'm like...?

-Mom? -Yeah.

I mean, I don't know, June. You're making a lot of the same choices.

I know, I know.

What happened last night?

I just, I couldn't get quiet-- I just, I can't get quiet

because there's just all these thoughts in my head, all this, like...

Remember that guy, Adam?

We walked back to his RV, and, um...

he had this, um-- He had this bowl of I--

What?

His brother died, and he had this...

God, it must have been sitting in there ever since he--

Oh, okay, listen.

You have to forgive us.

I don't even know what I did, okay?

And you're just-- You're so mad.

You have to forgive us, because if you don't,

then we are gonna be like these cherry raisins.

-Cherry-- -Cherry raisins, okay?

Because that's where we're all headed, okay?

You have to forgive us, or else we're all gonna get stuck,

and it'll be, like, everyone will be like me,

-and I don't want everybody to be like me. -Okay, okay, okay.

I miss her.

I miss her too.

No cherries.

They won't be cherry raisins.

Okay.

Okay.

Okay.

Good morning.

So Astoria?

Why don't we go out tonight?

- Really? - Yes.

You know I still have mom's old clothes, right?

- Isn't this great? - Yeah.

God, it's so beautiful.

Hey, you should take one of your epic photos.

-No, I don't do that anymore. -Why?

You were so good at it.

Nothing inspires me.

Here you go.

-Thank you. -Thank you.

First, you've got to do the truffle shuffle.

Ha, ha. Give me my beer.

First, you've got to do the truffle shuffle.

It is bad enough I'm enabling you already. Give me my beer.

-Do it. -Come on.

Do it.

Oh... my God.

Yay. Sissy's happy.

Are you gonna--?

Oh, you're gonna finish that all?

Whoa!

Mama needed a drink.

Yeah, I really did.

- Here you go, ladies. - Thank you.

-Hey. -How you doing?

Good. How you doing?

-Sorry, we gotta go. -Where you going?

We're just gonna go.

Thank you.

-How's things? Good? -Thank you.

Yeah, beer is good.

I told you, gluten is amazing.

You should have more of it.

-This is plenty. -Okay.

So...

-why did you and Matt break up? -Mm...

-I don't wanna talk about it. -Come on. No cherry raisins, remember?

Fine.

He got drunk, we got in a fight, I fell.

And it scared me and the kids, so I left.

Or I made him leave.

Was it an accident?

-It doesn't matter. -Okay.

-Did he apologize? -Yeah.

He stopped drinking. He went to therapy.

That sounds like he's taking it seriously.

He should.

Yeah.

Do you think you'll ever get back together?

No.

Absolutely not.

Uh, hey, excuse me, can we get some more coasters

for my sister's little anger project she's got going on?

Sure. I do the same thing when I'm upset with my husband.

I take his socks and I shape them into little animals

and put them in order of Darwin's evolution.

Takes all night.

Forget Matt, this is your soulmate.

I get off at 1.

- She's hot. - I know.

-Where is she? -I don't know.

The plane landed 45 minutes ago. I thought she'd be here already.

Flight number?

UA0959.

Her flight is delayed two hours.

Go park at the cell-phone lot.

I passed.

Huh?

-I passed. -What?

My real-estate exam, I passed.

That's what you've been doing this whole time?

Yes. The practice version, but still...

-You passed? -I passed.

Oh, my gosh. This is amazing.

Oh, yes!

You passed!

I'm gonna sell so many overpriced houses!

Yeah, you are. So many Silicon Valley weekend getaway houses.

-Yeah. That's right. -Bring it in.

Mikey!

You're late.

How'd you know we were here?

You didn't show, so I had to take the shuttle to the island-hopper pickup.

Oh...

Why are you here?

Oh, God...

I'm hungry.

Can we get food before we get to the cove? There's a brewery in Freeland that's good.

Oh, God.

What?!

I knew we were related. High five!

Gross.

Cami, you need to sit up. You can't sleep in bars.

Believe me, I've tried.

Menus...

There.

Oh, good.

At least we know the alcoholism comes from Dad's side.

Whatever. Nice to see you again.

- What's it been, seven years? - You'll understand one day.

I'm genuinely sorry that you were collateral damage.

I was 13.

Come on.

I'm not saying I handled it well, but there was a whole other life

before you were born that you don't understand.

You mean when our dad was married to your fucked-up mom.

-Micheline, she was my mom too. -Yeah, that's obvious.

You think it was our mom that was the problem?

Cami, don't. She doesn't understand.

Our mom...

barely survived before she finally killed herself,

no thanks to the damage Dad did.

-I mean, look what he did to June. -Wait, he didn't do anything to me.

Well, he never did anything like that with my mom, so do the math.

Oh, wait. That's right.

Neither one of you graduated college.

I did.

State school doesn't count.

Hey, don't drink it all.

Once she pops, she can't stop. I've seen it.

Oh, no.

How was that, huh?

Having a dad who was around, who supported you...

who went to father-daughter dances with you?

-It worked out for me. -Hey, none of this matters anymore.

Yeah, well, I'm sorry it didn't work out for your mom either.

But hey, maybe she'll get a bonus prize in the will.

Or a nice refrigerator magnet that says,

"Nice lady, too bad about her 'See You Next Tuesday' daughter."

Whoa!

Actually, she gets more than a bonus prize.

She gets all of it.

-What? -They got remarried a couple of days ago.

-Dad wanted her to have everything. -Everything?

Yep. They were together for 25 years.

They shared the business, and she's taking care of him now.

It's only fair.

Mm-hm...

Cami.

Hey.

She's still a little girl.

She's a little girl who's losing her father.

Just remember why you came.

For Dad.

Hey, Cami. It's okay. We can do it. We can walk in together.

Wait, Cami. Remember why you came.

I came for the money, June.

I came for the inheritance.

I thought, at very least,

something good could come of his existence, if only for my kids.

But now you have a chance. Okay?

He's gonna apologize, and you can forgive him.

I don't need an apology from him, June.

He was barely my dad.

No, he is our dad. And he was fucked up.

But I can make peace with what he did to Mom

and what Mom did to herself...

because I can't control any of that.

But I can control who I let into my life now.

And I cannot forgive him for what he did to you.

He didn't do anything to me.

And then what you did to me.

-Uh-- -The pushing and the name-calling

and the psychological torture.

Oh, God, that is what siblings do.

You are ten years older than me.

We're sisters.

You stabbed me with knitting needles.

No, I don't remember that.

I still have the scars.

I protected you.

I protected you so that you wouldn't hear them,

so that you would be okay.

You also abused me, June.

He taught you that that was okay.

No, he stopped. He stopped. It stopped.

With Joann, it stopped.

But it was all over our mother. It's still all over you.

It's why I left the family.

It's why Mom killed herself.

You shut up. You shut up! I wish you were never born!

You fucking stole my childhood, you stupid little bitch!

Fuck!

Dad!

- Where is he? - Hold on.

-I need to talk to him right now. -Not now.

Something's wrong.

-What just happened? -I don't know.

Did you do those things?

I had a different childhood than you did, okay?

Why am I just learning about this now?

You all treat me like some precious baby that can't handle anything.

Is that why nobody told me that he was this sick?

Why am I the last to know everything? I'm an adult. I can handle it.

I didn't know any of this was going to happen either, okay?

-I just got here. -Yeah, with Cami.

You must have known something. Why else would she be here?

Now I have to find all this out in the car on the way to the hospital.

You're useless, June.

I know.

Come with me.

What's going on?

They're giving him a catheter, and then they're gonna run some tests.

-Can I talk to him? -He's pretty out of it.

You need to give him some space right now.

-June. -What? I won't bother him.

Sir.

No.

It's okay.

Here. We need to close this.

This will make you more comfortable.

He's dehydrated,

and one of his tumors is septic, and it's gone into his bloodstream.

Well, that doesn't sound good.

They can fix it, but we have a choice to make.

Okay.

Technically, I have your father's power of attorney,

but this needs to be a family decision.

Now, here are the choices.

He can die from the septic tumor in the next 48 hours...

or he can die from the cancer in the next few months.

Those are pretty shitty options.

If we decide to stay here, they'll make him very comfortable.

They'll give him all the morphine he needs.

He won't be in any pain.

So, what are you two thinking?

- Die here. - Go home.

-No. -He doesn't want to live like this.

No, I know, but I just, I need to talk to him.

But this is all so sudden. I mean, we just got here.

What do you think?

I think the last week has been horrible. And I know he doesn't want this.

No, I think we should wait.

I mean, this is just so fast and he is so young.

It's the right thing to do.

I mean, just-- Can I have a minute?

We'll all take a minute.

I'll let the doctor know that we're processing

and have him transferred to a private room.

And then I'll go back to the house and pick up a few things for him.

I'm gonna need your help with that, Mikey.

June, can you stay with your father? I don't think he should be alone now.

What? No, I...

And then later, we'll talk again, figure out what we want to do.

Come on, Mikey.

Oh, God...

That's enough. That's enough.

How's the patient?

Pillow smothering's not as easy as they make it look on TV.

Center of mass is very important.

What?

Your dad snored. I did some research.

I wasn't really gonna do-- You know that I wasn't...

I know. I'm sorry. I was trying to lighten the mood.

I don't know what I'm doing here.

Oh, June.

He's miserable. I mean, he keeps moaning.

He can't live like this.

-Let's get the doctor in here to try to... -Fix him?

What, for us? That doesn't seem fair.

So, what do you want to do?

Let him go.

Are you ready for that?

I'll go tell the doctor and find Mikey.

He loves you.

He loves all his girls.

Hi, you've reached Camilla Riley. Please leave a message.

Hey, it's me. Um...

Uh, we're at the hospital on Whidbey Island, and, um...

it's not good.

Um... Dad has a stomach infection,

and, um...

uh, we decided to let him go.

Um, the doctors think it's gonna be pretty soon,

so, um...

I just wanted to let you know.

So...

Um, and also I just wanted to say that, um...

that there's no excuse for my behavior today.

And there's no excuse, really, for my behavior ever.

I spent a lot of my...

life blaming other people for the shitty hand I was dealt,

and I can't live like this.

I can't live like this anymore.

Because the truth is, I, um...

I think maybe it wasn't a joke...

with Jack in the garage.

I think a part of me maybe wanted it to work.

And I don't want to be Mom.

I don't wanna die.

She didn't have any tools to deal with anything,

and I think I need to get some tools.

So anyway, I just want to say sorry.

And then I'm gonna-- I'm gonna-- I'm gonna start being more accountable.

So...

And I am...

I think I have to start with forgiving Dad.

But I can't even go near him, Cami. I can't even go near him, he's my dad.

But, um...

this isn't your problem.

So, I love you, and I hope I get to see you again one day.

Bye, sissy.

Dr. Kravitz, you have a visitor in the main lobby.

Dr. Kravitz, a visitor in the main lobby.

I stole some stuff from the gift shop to warm up the room.

Thought it might be nice.

-June. -Lord have mercy.

Where is he? Oh, my God, did I miss it?

-Is he gone? -No, no.

They just took him out for some tests. He'll be back soon.

There's a family room at the end of the hall.

I think I'm gonna go rest my eyes.

-Can I come too? -Yeah, sure.

But what about all this stuff? I mean, I...

- I think you'll do great. - No, no, no.

But what happens when he comes back? I mean, what do I do?

Just be here with him.

-And what about you? -I've taken care of him for 25 years.

I'm okay.

-There's some ice chips if he needs them. -But, I don't...

June, you know what I do whenever I have to face something big?

The Wonder Woman stance.

Gets you through every time.

Life is messy.

Clean up your side so you can move on.

Thank you.

-And June? -Yeah?

Don't steal any more shit.

They'll come looking for the only interracial family

on the San Juan Islands.

Okay, okay.

Excuse me.

Don't be scared.

-Do you want to help move him? -Sure.

Yeah.

Um...

Uh-huh...

Nice and close.

Grab the corners of the sheets.

We'll lift him on three.

-Oh, my God. -One, two, three.

Thank you.

You did great.

I'm hooking you back up. I'm coming in through your gown.

All right.

I'm gonna replace your IV now.

Um, I can-- I can do it.

-You wanna tuck him in? -Mm-hm...

Let us know if he needs more ice chips, okay?

Okay.

I'm just gonna, um...

I'm just gonna tuck you in. It's okay.

Oh, God. This is...

I am a holeless doughnut.

And that's okay.

Because sometimes things don't turn out the way you expect.

Like me.

I know you were disappointed in me.

But I was disappointed in you too.

And I really wanted an apology.

But now I know I'm never gonna get one,

and maybe you were never gonna apologize.

So I'm just going to forgive you.

No cherry raisins.

I love you.

Always, okay?

Sweet pea...

No, Dad, it's not Cami. It's June.

- Hey... - Hey...

I came back for you.

Well, I'm glad for you that you came back.

Ice chips?

-Ice chips, okay. -Over there.

Mm...

-More? Okay. -Mm-hm...

Thank you.

Hey, Dad.

Hey.

Wake up.

Come here.

It's time. You need to go in.

No, I'm okay. I just want to sleep.

You said you didn't want us to treat you like a baby anymore,

so I'm gonna give it to you straight.

He's almost gone, so you need to go in there.

- I'm scared. - I know.

But it's really peaceful in there. You'll see.

You're not doing it for him. You're doing it for you.

'Cause you're the one that's gonna be here when he's gone.

So you grab his hand and you say goodbye, okay?

Hey, he loves you so much.

You made him a good dad.

So you go in there and you take care of yourself

so you don't waste the next 20 years wishing you had, okay?

Okay.

-Are you okay? -Yeah.

-Be right back. -All right.

Is he...?

Did you...?

-What? -What? Nothing.

So, what happened?

He was breathing, and it was quiet.

And then he just stopped.

It was really peaceful.

Oh, that's good.

Yeah.

I love you.

I love you too.

Morning.

Your father's ashes will be ready tomorrow afternoon.

I was thinking we could take the boat out and scatter them in the ocean.

It's your father's birthday today.

Should we sing?

Hey, should we put the candles on and sing?

Cami!

I'm sorry, I thought it was time.

Did you find something in your dad's closet?

Did you give it to your sisters?

But you didn't give any to me.

Here we go.

Too much, too much, too much, too much, too much.

- Sorry. Sorry, sorry. - That's okay. That's okay, baby.

I think I got a little of Dad in my mouth.

- You get that oil change? - Yes.

You know, your dad would die if he knew you drove that car like that.

I know.

He died anyway. He was stubborn like that.

I miss him already.

Mom.

Um...

you two take care of each other.

We will.

Okay. Come here.

Mm-hm...

When you get home, you let me know what you need to save that house.

You don't have to take care of this alone.

We're family.

All right.

And I want to meet my grandbabies.

I'll be back.

I promise.

You're not useless, June.

I know.

I love it.

Oh, my goodness.

Okay. You sure about this?

'Cause I was actually thinking Grand Canyon, off cliff.

I concede. You are Thelma.

Yes...

Are you sure you're gonna be okay all alone?

Yeah.

I got a number for a therapist, and I'm gonna call them on the way home,

see if I can get a, you know, real system for life.

-That's good. -Yeah.

That's really good.

Hmm...

I think I might call Matt and...

be nice to him.

Wow...

I will not call Jack, which will be nice for him.

Hey, maybe on your way back...

Yeah. I'll see you soon.

I'm really glad you stayed.

Hey!

Goonies never say die!