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There he is.

So, how were the assignments last week?

They're all right.

All right?

I feel like you're hiding something.

Am I wrong?

You didn't do the hike, did you?

You're five minutes from the canyon, Paul.

I know. I just...

-I couldn't get going. -It's hard as hell, man.

But if you're gonna get better, what do we say?

You need to go through the fear.

Yeah, yeah. I do it all the time.

Get out of my comfort zone.

How about I streak a Dodgers game? Hmm?

Baby steps. Baby steps, baby steps.

Oh. Mmm. All right.

Little League team. There we go.

We'll-- we'll stay away from that. Uh...

This isn't working, Doc. I don't--

I'm not feeling any different.

-Okay? -Listen to me.

I want you to look at me, okay? Look at me.

You are good.

I believe in you.

But look, I will see you next week at noon.

Afternoon on Wednesday.

And, uh, do the hike.

You know, you might even meet a girl.

You never know. Gotta get out to know.

I give myself space for healing.

I respect my feelings.

I give myself permission and support to change,

to change what isn't serving me well.

And I set healthy boundaries.

I support myself in making room for more peace.

I listen to my feelings.

I respect my surroundings.

I embody my environment.

I acknowledge that a clean home means a clean mind.

I respect my body and I will keep it loose.

I will reject all toxins

in an effort to reach peak bodily performance.

And now we have a stretch. Take a deep breath.

Stretch your arms and release your breath

in a long, slow exhalation.

Oh, come on.

Fuck.

Fuck you!

It's gotta be fucking off, right?

It's not working. Right?

Yeah, yeah. Runyon Canyon.

Huh? Yeah?

Hello.

Oh, boy.

Yeah, great.

Ready for some fucking construction?

Hello, fellow West Hollywood joggers.

You want some orange soda?

Oh, yeah. Safety cone. Full effect.

Ready to direct traffic.

Oh, dude. Why--

Is this the only shirt I got?

All right. Runyon today...

Everest tomorrow. All right.

Oh, damn. I think I'm gonna have a baby.

You guys do this for fun?

Oh, shit.

Oh, come on.

Yeah, of course.

That'd be too easy.

That'd be way too easy. Oh, my God.

Excuse me. Sorry, can I...

have a cigarette?

Thanks.

Sorry. Do you have a lighter?

Fire? Like, uh...

Fire?

You speak English?

Yes, fluently.

I just thought it would be rude to interrupt your little performance.

-Huh? -Mmm. Nothing.

Okay. Thanks.

In France, we like to humor each other with small talk after we share a flame.

At least while it still burns.

Sorry.

I love how everyday mundanities appeal to foreigners.

Like, Asians will come to Paris and obsess over a loaf of bread,

and I come to LA and fall in love with a view

that you haven't considered once since joining me.

Bread's good.

Are you mundane?

You say it like it's a good thing.

Maybe it is.

Then, yeah, I'm as mundane as they come.

I'm Madeline.

-Paul. -Pleasure meeting you, Paul.

You too.

Uh, hey.

Yes?

How long are you in town for?

As long as I want.

Would you like to do something sometime?

Like, tonight?

Hmm.

I will have to think about it on my hike.

How about I tell you at the top?

All the way up there?

Oui.

-Yeah, sounds good. -I'll see you at the top then.

Great.

You made it.

Yeah. Piece of cake.

Okay, so what are we doing tonight?

Tonight? Tonight we're, uh--

Dinner... and music.

Okay, fun. Here, take down my number.

Here. It's just easier.

Perfect.

Text me your address and I'll be there at 7:00.

-Seven o'clock. -Parfait.

-Nice. -See you later.

Fine.

Seven o'clock.

Seven o'clock.

Oh, fuck.

Fuck!

All right.

Oh, shit.

Yo, what's up?

Fuck.

Just be cool.

So.

This is Hollywood.

Uh, West Hollywood.

Not as glamorous as it's made out to be.

In what way?

It's got problems.

Every city has problems.

True, but...

watch out for that needle right there.

Oh. Oh, my God, you weren't joking.

Told you.

So... I gotta ask you.

What made you wanna come out with me?

What, you think I should have sought out a better deal?

No, no, definitely not.

Well, why go overseas if you're just gonna stay in your comfort zone?

Reminds me of a story my sister shared with me last year.

She was at some bar in Paris.

-Harry's, I think it was. -I know it.

Okay, so, like, Hemingway was there all the time.

Okay, Hemingway was everywhere all the time back in the day.

All right.

She's loving it, she's speaking French, you know,

practicing French and everything like that.

She starts chatting up with this couple.

She asks how long they've been married for.

He wiggles his wedding ring, says, "Nine years."

The woman reaches over, touches his thigh.

Says, "11 years one month ago."

They weren't even married. Like, they're married, but they're not married.

-What did your sister say? -Nothing. She was speechless.

They got drunk and everything, duh-duh-duh.

And towards the end of the night,

the woman comes up to my sister.

-Mm-hmm. -And says...

"Darling, it is the French way."

Indeed it is.

Oh, what the hell.

Is this what you had in mind?

They said they'd be open online.

Look, there's a place up the street a few blocks up.

-We can try. -And if that's closed,

I imagine we'd take refuge in some lonesome McDonald's, no?

I can't say I haven't tried that before.

Come on. Let's just cook.

Allez.

-Voilà. -Merci.

These photos are beautiful, by the way. Who took them?

-I did, actually. -Really?

-Mm-hmm. -You're a photographer.

-Well, I was. -Why did you stop?

I didn't.

-The pay did. -Mmm.

Did you ever shoot movies?

I got a lot of offers back in the days.

Anything I would know?

Nah, nothing exciting.

Mostly shit.

-Bon appétit. -Merci.

So...

what kind of movies?

A lot of low-budget, indie rom-com,

garbage commercial schlock.

Why didn't you do them?

It was too pedestrian, you know?

Okay.

Un vrai artiste.

-How about a cheers? -To whom?

To vrai artiste.

-Santé. -Santé.

Hmm.

It needs to open up a little bit.

Okay. He's a sommelier too.

Oui, oui.

Mmm.

This is super good.

Thank you.

Do you cook a lot?

Yeah, I learned to cook during the whole COVID thing.

Wow. Impressive. I love to cook too.

I think my favorite dish to make is a tiramisu.

Oh, yeah? A seven or eight layer?

-What do you mean? -You know how there's, like, different layers of tiramisu?

You can't do more than three layers. That's crazy.

Oh, no, no. They do it.

You don't know the real way.

I learned all this stuff during COVID.

You'd be amazed how much people know about tiramisu.

There's so many different levels.

Okay.

So, you never told me.

What brings you to LA?

Um, it's just a place I've been wanting to see.

You're not running away from some crazy boyfriend or something, are you?

No. No boyfriend.

Good to know.

So what do you think so far?

Of LA?

Yeah.

Um, it's not what I was expecting.

You mean like the sidewalks aren't made of red carpets?

Stars weren't twinkling with paparazzi? Like...

It's okay, every European has the same reaction.

What about you? Have you spent much time overseas?

I have, actually.

-Really? -I spent a lot of time in Europe.

-Wow. -Yeah, shooting over there for the last 20 years.

-I love it. -What cities?

London, Milan, Paris.

The usual fashion suspects.

Um, Berlin's my favorite, though.

I love, love Berlin.

-You never wanted to move there? -It was a plan at one point.

I mean, I always thought I'd end up some bachelor living in a penthouse.

Or Dubai.

Funny.

What?

Well, they all say the same about LA.

It's strange, isn't it? Like, when you're young,

you think there's gonna be so much more.

More what?

More-- more life, more time.

I don't think about it at all.

-Well, aren't you lucky, then? -And why is that?

You're lucky not to be in your head so much.

I'm in my head.

Just about other things.

Let's dance.

Oh. Yeah, we can-- we can dance.

Mm-hmm.

Take your pants off.

-Can I keep my shirt on? -Yeah.

Fuck, who would've thought? Damn.

Mmm.

Where are you going?

I actually gotta drive up to San Francisco today.

Wow.

I actually have some friends up there.

It's a long drive.

Yeah. You wanna come?

Sure.

Huh?

Yeah, I'm down.

Really?

-Why not? -Uh...

all right, yeah.

-Fuck it. You're coming. -Yes.

Can we stay in one of those hole-in-the-wall motels?

You know, like the super American ones?

The one with three channels, two vending machines, and a waterbed?

Exactly.

-I think I know a place. -Magnifique.

Okay, I just need to stop by my hostel first to grab some stuff.

Okay.

All right. Not exactly a Lambo, but...

she's got it where it counts.

I think it's chic.

-What year? -'95.

-Older than you, I think? -Mmm, just a bit.

Does she have a name?

-Gertrude. -Gertrude?

That's like a grandma name.

Exactly. She's a little past her prime, but back in the day,

she used to fuck like an minx.

Oi. Thank you for that image.

Hey, I'm actually gonna be getting up a day late.

No, no, no. It won't affect you.

Look, it's fine. Look, I-- I got it.

No, no, no, no. I'm arriving--

I'm gonna be arriving on time, okay?

I'm gonna be arriving on time.

Okay.

I-- I gotta go, okay?

I gotta go. Bye.

-You made it. -Not too shabby, huh?

In and out in 15 minutes.

A motto I try to live by.

See the Ferris wheel right there?

Mm-hmm.

That was actually the inspiration

for the invention of the wheel.

-Wow. -Mm-hmm.

Yeah, before that,

humanity was basically just using dogs and sleds.

Fascinating.

You should be a tour guide on those--

What are they called? You know, the tourist traps?

-You talking about Star Tours? -Yes!

Star Tours was made for you, Paul.

All right.

Next stop on the tour, a well-known coffee joint

frequented by all the Hollywood top celebs.

Mmm, well, you know, I could go

for a croissant and a Tom Cruise sighting.

Oh, I'm sorry.

We don't do croissants in California.

-Ah, what do you do? -We do breakfast burritos.

Okay, I can do that too.

- Keep the change. - Thank you.

Hi, sweetheart. Pick up for JC.

-Paul. -JC.

Paul!

I thought that was you, man. How you doing?

Long time. What brings you out to Malibu?

Well, you know, part house hunt, part scout for a big job.

-Nice. What's the job? -Vanity Fair.

Cover shoot.

- Good for you. - I know, right?

I've been blessed. I've been blessed.

-I'm happy for you. -What about you, man?

You got to be killing it. What's going on?

Yeah, just some personal projects.

-You know, adjusting-- -Yeah, that reminds me, that reminds me.

You know, you were the first one to ever crew me on a shoot.

Man, I was like, "The fuck? I'm working with Paul Wesson?"

Man! Your name got me a lot of clout in the industry.

-Right on, man. -Well, hey.

Let's hook up sometime, all right?

Here, if you ever need any work, I got you.

-I'm good. -You sure now?

This is my private stuff. You can't find this shit online.

Here you go. Just take it right there.

- For JC. - Oh, thank you, sweetheart.

Love you. You be good, amigo.

-How's the burrito? -Amazing.

I feel like it's such a California thing.

$16 breakfast burrito, as California as it gets.

-Shall we? -Yeah.

Who was that guy, by the way?

Ancient history.

We all have ghosts from the past.

You okay?

Yeah.

Sorry. It's just sometimes I get hit with these moods.

Any reason why?

A lot more than one.

I mean, you're a single,

childless bachelor living in Los Angeles.

Forget the optics. It's all bullshit.

You know... I missed my shot.

I had this big ego that just...

got in the way of everything.

And maybe if I'd taken some of those bullshit jobs

I was joking about last night,

or just not been so precious, or just...

been there.

I mean, I look at JC and it's like...

"This guy? Like, how could this guy..."

I mentored him and helped him and did so much.

And then somehow it just got...

swept from under my feet.

I had everything. It was all there.

I was doing so good. I introduced him to everybody.

And now he's on top? Like, how does that happen?

How does somebody...

I suggest you write it down

and you fix it later.

Where am I gonna write it down? The sand?

No, not my sand.

-Your sand? -Oui.

I hereby proclaim this beachhead

is on behalf of the Republic of France.

So you're actually currently trespassing on foreign territory.

-Oh, really? -Mm-hmm.

And I'm gonna have to ask you to leave because you're disobeying

the rules of my new French sovereignty.

-And what rules are those? -Well, this is a nudist beach.

So I'm gonna have to ask you to disrobe

and join me in the water.

You're kidding, right?

No, Paul, this is fixing it later.

You can't. I-- Madeline.

Come on, allez!

Find my pants?

No. But I found the keys.

-I think the tide got 'em. -Non, merde.

Well, at least I found this.

Fried as shit, but you ever hear about the rice trick?

-No. -Bag of rice. Dries it up.

Oui, oui, oui, oui, oui. Yeah, let's do that.

-Let's go. -Okay.

Ooh!

Paul?

Paul!

What do you think?

-You've seen the film, right? -Of course.

I think they're perfect. We can be just like them.

They ended up together?

No, but I mean, this is our movie, not theirs.

Mon Dieu.

So how long is this supposed to last, anyways?

As long as the creator deems.

I'm gonna get a pop inside. You want something?

No. But can I use your phone?

Oui, of course.

Thanks.

I know. I-- I miss you, too.

Yeah. I'll be there soon, I promise.

I can't wait to see you.

I love you too.

Bye.

Shall we?

Yeah. Um, I just gotta hit the head real quick,

and then I'll be right back.

Wow, it's getting really foggy.

What's up?

You didn't make an international call, right?

Because I have to buy those minutes special.

Nah. Who am I gonna call, Justin Trudeau?

Just checking.

So who did you call?

Just had to give an update

to the boss on a job I'm doing up in SF.

Right. And what job is that, actually?

I-- You never really mentioned it.

Uh, it's classified.

Is it a photo shoot?

I saw that you have your equipment in the trunk.

I wish. No.

Okay, well, then what is it?

Just a gig I gotta take care of.

Can you stop being so fucking mercurial?

I don't think that's the right word--

Okay, can you stop being so fucking difficult?

Whoa, whoa, whoa. Madeline, relax. All right?

There's something I gotta take care of in SF, and it's personal.

Yeah, well, I never heard anyone tell their boss

that they love them like that.

I called my ex-wife, okay?

-She lives up in San Francisco. -Your ex-wife?

So you tell your ex-wife that you love her like that?

I haven't talked to my ex-wife like that in years.

But I do talk to my daughter like that.

I'm sorry I wasn't forward with you earlier.

Okay? I just...

I'm going up to San Francisco to pick up my daughter

so my ex-wife could go on vacation to Tahiti

with her tech millionaire boytoy husband.

Now you know all my secrets.

It shouldn't be a secret that you have a daughter, Paul.

Family is all we have.

And sometimes you don't realize that until you no longer have one.

So what was it you said on the hill?

-Over there. -Oh, it doesn't apply here.

Still.

-What's that mean? -It's, uh--

How do you say, like, not literal?

Like a catchphrase.

-An idiom. -Oui, voilà.

Um, it translates to "whoever lights it, fucks it."

Huh?

Well, in France, you say that if you light someone's cigarette,

it means that they're going to fuck you.

If you want.

Well, suddenly I don't wanna light this.

Mmm. I got it.

So...

when did you get divorced?

We got married young.

And for the wrong reasons.

And by the time we split up, my daughter was already born.

What was so bad about it?

It became toxic.

I felt trapped.

Controlled.

And look, at first I thought it was coming from a place of love.

Like, this is normal for every relationship.

And then it became abundantly clear

that this person was unwell.

Like, mentally fucked.

And then it got in the way of my career.

Like, this industry is demanding.

Okay? It's not just the work.

It's who you are outside of the work.

The networking, the schmoozing,

the bullshit parties...

it caused us to fight a lot.

You'd think she'd be supportive.

Yeah.

Every time I'd go out of town for a shoot,

she'd be on me like a hawk.

She thought I was cheating on her.

Okay, well, did you ever cheat?

I mean, yeah, I made some mistakes.

That's a horrible thing to do, Paul.

Do you understand what that does to a person?

She was turning into a horrible person

long before I cheated on her.

She took a lot from me, not just money.

She got full custody.

You're not the only one with problems, Paul.

Oh, I'm sorry, Madeline.

Tell me about your problems.

You fucking 25-year-old, frolicking around,

taking a free joy ride up California.

What are you trying to do here, anyways?

Fuck you, Paul.

I can see why she has full custody.

Room 21. My lucky number.

I'll take this one.

Quintessential American motel experience.

There's a dive bar next door if you wanna go get a drink.

It's amazing how I exposed myself to you...

and you just throw it right back at my face.

You want me to do shit that I would never do.

Like skinny dip in the fucking Pacific Ocean.

Now my phone's broken.

I can't get a hold of my daughter,

and my ex-wife is pissed because I haven't checked in with her.

And now we're in this wonderfully shitty motel

that you chose because you invited yourself on this...

fucking voyage.

And honestly...

I know nothing about you.

I thought you wanted me to come.

I thought I did too.

Blue Moss.

Boilermaker, huh?

Let me get the next round.

I'm sorry?

That's what we call a shot of whiskey and a beer.

A boilermaker.

It's a hell of a combo.

I'm Prince, by the way.

-Madeline. -Madeline.

Pleasure.

You know, you're, um...

way too cute to be in a dive like this.

You should be out getting wined and dined by some hotshot.

But instead, you're here.

Lonely.

How the fuck would you know?

I mean, boilermaker.

Dive bar in the middle of California.

I mean, come on. Tell me I'm wrong.

You said the next round's on you, right?

Yeah. Uh, hey, we're gonna double down on those boilers.

Yeah?

Huh?

What-- what do you care?

Excuse me? Whose daughter?

Ah.

Jesus Christ, that burned.

- You know it's not the drink that burns.

It's the way you're drinking it.

Oh. Am I going too fast?

Maybe, but...

fast I can handle.

We're not having this conversation, Kris.

We're not having this conversation.

No, no, no, no, no, no. Stop! Fuck!

You're actually the bane of my existence.

That's the one thing we have in common,

besides having a child together,

who, by the way, you're poisoning.

Hello?

Fuck!

Okay. All right.

-Madeline, come on, let's go. -Hey, hey, hey, hey.

-Who are you supposed to be? -She doesn't want it, man. Just leave her alone.

What, what? And she wants you? You curly-headed cuck.

Hey!

Fuckface! Don't move, I'm calling the cops.

Come on!

If I ever see you again, I will fucking kill you! Ah!

You're fucking crazy, Paul.

Maybe I am.

But I feel alive.

Oh, my God, that felt so good.

I've never been in a fight before, but that was like some--

that was some fucking Scorsese shit.

-Boom! -You didn't need to do that, Paul.

What do you mean? You couldn't do anything. Like, he was all over you.

I mean you didn't have to come to the bar.

I can take care of myself. I'm a grown-up.

Sorry for cock-blocking you.

You seriously think it's about cock-blocking, you fucking dumbass?

-Then what is it about exactly? -So many things! Okay, first you invite me

on this trip, and then you tell me, "Oh, I didn't want you to come."

And you know what? You're fucking right, I shouldn't have come.

And then on top of that, you think that because we fucked a couple of times,

that-- that, what, we're gonna regale our great-grandchildren

with stories of how we met at Runyon goddamn Canyon?

That we're some sort of, like, Romeo and Juliet?

-Okay, keep it going. -Ah, avec plaisir, you know--

you know what we did, Paul?

You and I, we drove together. We hooked up.

In 20 years, I'm not even gonna think about this trip,

and if I do, it'll be with thoughts of it being shit.

Go hide. Good.

You know, I look at you, and the only thing I think is,

"Where the fuck did this loser get the nerve to have such confidence?"

There's nothing you can say to me that I haven't said to myself already.

Oh.

-Hi. -Hey.

I went to get us coffee.

I can never sleep in with a hangover.

Thanks.

Look, I'm--

I had too much to drink last night.

I apologize.

You're good. What time is it?

Like, um, 8:30?

All right, we should be hitting the road. I wanna get to SF proper.

Be there in the early afternoon.

-So, you know, not too many stops, okay? -Okay.

Oh, look, the phone. Um, it's working.

Looks like the rice did its job.

Nice.

-All right, you ready to go? -Yes, but...

I'm sorry.

Okay? I--

I shouldn't have gone off on you like that.

I was--

I was-- I was upset,

and I said things that I didn't mean

because I wanted to be hurtful.

Understood.

You packed?

Um, almost.

All right, I'm gonna check us out.

Be ready in ten, yeah?

So, if you don't mind me asking...

what do you write in that book?

Journal entries? Poetry?

All sorts of things.

Mostly memories, or...

fragments of them.

That's cool that you do that.

I like that one. What's the meaning behind it?

That's my dad's hand...

moments after he died.

I was with him, kneeling beside him...

while he was taking his last breaths.

And then he just, like...

turned cold and hard, like a--

like a rock.

It really makes you zoom out, you know?

You're holding somebody as they die.

I had no idea you went through all that.

I'm sorry.

You're strong for sharing.

Thank you.

I feel like I'm finally starting to get to know the real Madeline.

Well, you've shared a lot, too.

A lot of things I'm not proud of.

Things have been eating me up for years.

I fucked up a lot.

My marriage.

My career.

Parenthood.

I just wanna turn it around.

This is all so strange to me right now.

What is?

Just everything.

Like, how we met...

why we met.

Like, I see the situation that you're in, and...

...it concerns me.

It reminds me of all the shit that I went through with my dad.

Yesterday, you asked me what kind of problems I could possibly have.

Look at me.

I'm in and out of toxic relationships.

I can't trust anybody.

And I can count on maybe...

one hand the amount of positive memories

that I have from my childhood.

Like...

you have the opportunity right now

to either be a stranger

or a hero in the eyes of your daughter.

My dad was a stranger.

He's dead now, and I'm just dealing with it.

Who are you going to be?

When you're alone for a while...

it's easy to forget there's a world outside.

A world where 2,000-year-old trees still stand,

still breathe.

Their longevity is fueled by their roots.

It makes you question your own roots.

Who am I?

Who will remember me?

All those years living the life of someone that I didn't even like.

But these trees...

they remind me that...

it's all possible.

Possible to start again.

Possible to be somebody.

For someone.

Okay, that was super bad.

The thing is, you gotta, like, flick it.

Like that.

Wow, okay. You're good.

A little rusty, but, you know.

-Okay, not bad. -There you go.

You getting it. Here, try this one.

It's all about the wrist.

Okay. Not bad. Not bad.

First time I'm seeing you in action.

Yeah.

It's been a while.

Let's go over there to that log.

Okay.

Beautiful.

Turn around.

Hey, wow. Look.

I wonder how many of these relationships lasted.

Ghosts of our past.

Paul.

So, welcome to North Beach.

-It's really beautiful. -Mmm.

Mmm! This is good.

It's good, huh? Tony's.

-Only the best. -I'm impressed.

I didn't know that Americans knew how to make good pizza.

They don't. But Tony's? Mmm.

Fuhgeddaboudit.

Wow, this is a beautiful church.

St. Peter and Paul. My parents were married there.

Wow, really? That's super cool.

Take a guess what the address is.

-Uh, like the number? -Mm-hmm.

Is it like 69 or something?

No, that's the French district.

Okay.

666 Filbert Street.

No. 666, that's the address?

-I know. -Oh, my God.

-Ironic, huh? -Very.

It's gonna be right up here.

So, uh, whose place is this?

Uh, it's a friend of mine from Paris.

He's getting his master's here.

I guess this is goodbye.

Yeah.

Oh, hey.

A souvenir.

Thank you, Paul.

I'd be lying if I said it wasn't entertaining.

That's one way of putting it.

Bye, Paul.

Hey, Madeline.

Oui?

I'll be over on the Golden Gate Bridge tomorrow.

Sunset. City side.

You haven't done the walk. It's a good one.

Will you be with your daughter?

Yeah.

I'll try my best to make it.

Some people enter your life

at the most unexpected time.

The same goes for how they exit.

There's beauty in the brevity, I guess.

And the lessons to be learned.

Romance wasn't our purpose.

And whether or not I see her again remains a mystery.

Everything about her is a bit of a mystery.

But I was searching amongst the branches

for something that only appears in the roots.

And she showed me that...

that's our purpose.

Hey, let me call you right back.

-Paul! -Oh, my God.

- Boon. - Come here, man.

What are you doing in the city without hitting me up?

I wasn't avoiding you, I swear to God.

Look, listen, I swear.

How's work? You still shooting?

Uh, yeah, I mean, taking a little hiatus.

You know, a lot of stuff going on.

And, yeah, you still with the Giants?

Still with the Giants. Twelve years now.

Look at you. Next time I run into you, you'll be GM.

One day. Maybe. We'll see.

-Oh, you will. -Oh, thank you, man.

-I'm so happy for you. -Thank you, man.

-Just... -How's your baby girl?

-Is she still here? -Yeah, yeah, she's great.

-I'm actually-- I'm gonna go pick her up right now. Yeah. -Oh, nice.

I'll tell you what, the two of you should come down to the ballpark today for lunch.

-Yeah? -Please.

-Today? -Today. Come down to the ballpark.

-That would be amazing. -I'm getting a phone call right now, but call me.

-You still have my number? -Yeah, yeah.

-Hit me up so I can set you up in about an hour. -Okay. All right.

-I'll talk to you in a minute. -All right.

-Good to see you, Paul. -Good to see you too.

I'll see you soon.

- Dad! - Hey. Wait.

-Secret handshake. -Ooh.

Boop. Boop. Boop.

Boop. Talia.

How's my little girl?

-Good. -Yeah? You're so tall.

-Yeah. -Wow.

Miss Cherie says I grew the most

out of anyone in my class during quarantine.

I believe her. I mean, you're ready to play center for the Warriors.

-I like baseball now. -Oh, excuse me. Of course.

What else is going on?

-I'm also the best in math, too. -Really?

All right, so what's 562 times 85

divided by the square root of zero?

-Uh... -That's a trick question, honey.

Hello, Paul.

Honey, wait for me in the car, okay?

-Bye, Mom. -Bye, hon.

Try not to fill her head with too much bullshit today.

Oh, I wouldn't wanna steal your thunder.

By the way, where's...

-What's his face? -You know his name.

Uh, Ted.

-Yeah? -Tom's at the dry cleaners.

-Uh-huh. -Errands before our 11:30 flight.

If you'd been any later, we'd have left her with the neighbors.

Hmm.

Good to know.

What, no clever comeback?

It's been a pleasure. As always.

What's gotten into you?

No clue.

Life's too short, though, Kris.

I'm gonna go spoil my daughter.

Give my best to Tom.

I'm sure he's actually at the dry cleaner's.

-Who wants ice cream? -Me!

Yeah, they used to call it cream of ice,

but it sounded too much like cream of wheat,

so they just changed it to ice cream.

- Hi. - -Hi, what can I get for you?

Uh, ice cream.

-Um... -Oh. I wouldn't have guessed.

Maybe you can tell us the flavors.

Yeah, you could read it, but it's fine, I can tell you.

Uh, we have vanilla custard, we have mango tangerine,

we have coffee blast, we have vanilla bean,

we have mint chocolate chip.

Can you put that down?

- Look, that's a collector's item.

You can only get it on eBay. There's only 500 in the world.

Can you put that away?

You just don't touch people's stuff.

-Thank you. -Oh, hey, I know what I want.

-Yeah? -I want something from down under.

Oh, let me check that really quickly.

Nothing left. I'm so sorry, but, you know, we have tons right here.

You know, I think I'm gonna let my daughter decide.

I'm gonna close my ears, okay?

-Okay. -Get me something good.

What's your weirdest flavor?

Well, there's ube, which is purple yam and pretty gnarly.

Can I get that for him in a double?

-Yes. -And for me, a strawberry in a triple.

Coming right up.

So what'd you get?

I got strawberry and vanilla.

Strawberry and vanilla? Is it good?

-Yeah. -Is it bomb?

-They don't say that anymore. -They don't?

-It's for old people. -Oh, come on.

Okay, can I at least get a fist bump?

Yes. All right, let's see what you got me.

Should I be scared?

Oh, my God.

-What the heck is this? -It's called ube.

It's a Filipino yam.

Hey, I love you. You're so cultured.

Let's go feed the ducks.

Ube? Who the heck eats potatoes for ice cream?

Make sure to give them small pieces.

-Yeah? -Yeah.

What do you mean? Like, what happens?

It can get their wings will grow outwards,

and then it'll kind of grow up.

Well, only if we give them too much.

Oh, my God. Did you see that?

-He's grabbing for it. -Oh, no.

Hey, that's my bread.

Give me back my bread.

-I'll grab it. -Watch out.

Be careful.

You know, when I was your age,

I used to come to this park a lot with my dad.

We used to come to this exact bench.

-Really? -Mm-hmm.

Does it look the same?

-It looks exactly the same. -Wow.

You wouldn't think it, because the whole world's

changed with technology, especially the city.

Everyone's got Teslas, iPhones,

and, you know, all this iStuff, and...

you know, this place.

This place is frozen in time.

That's why I like it here so much.

I wish we could come here more often.

Yeah?

We will.

Will you ever move to San Francisco?

I don't think so, but it doesn't mean we can't come here more often.

Is it because you hate Mom?

-I don't hate Mom. -Then why'd you two split up?

As you get older, you'll understand that...

you know, it's just...

your mother and I weren't meant to last.

I don't know what she tells you at home...

but your mother and I, we weren't really angels,

to say the least.

Mom said you caved under the pressure of responsibility.

She wants me to start calling Tom "Dad."

Honey...

I'm your only dad, okay?

And not everything your mother says is true.

But for a long time, I--

For a long time, I didn't know how to be there.

For you.

Or for myself, even.

And I'm sorry.

Every time I see you,

you're so much taller and more beautiful, and...

it just kills me how time goes so fast.

In six years, you're gonna be in college.

Six years is so far away.

I know it seems far away when you're 12 years old.

And when you're older...

you blink and you miss it.

Hey.

Ready for the next stop?

Yeah, it's boring here.

A lot of legends walked through these tunnels.

Like Buster Posey?

Like Buster Posey, Barry Bonds...

-Yeah, I know. -...and now...

you.

Tom has season tickets,

but I've never done anything like this.

Yeah, honey. Anyone can have season tickets.

This... is the real deal.

Are you kidding me? This is awesome!

And it's a tie ballgame here in San Francisco.

Bottom of the ninth. Bases are juiced.

Oh, just throw it already!

And he goes for the pitch.

Oh, it's a home run!

Ladies and gentlemen, Talia wins it for the pennant!

She wins it for the pennant.

-I love you, baby. -Love you too, Dad.

Boon...

I mean, this--

Thank you.

This means so much to me.

You've always-- you've always been there for me.

I'm happy to help you, man.

I am happy to help you.

How do you do it, huh?

How do you hold down a whole organization here?

It's been a journey. It's been a journey.

It's-- I mean, it's...

you've come a long way.

I mean, it's really inspiring to see you.

-I enjoy what I do. -Hmm.

But you're doing one of the real things.

You're a father.

And that's major.

Not only does she need that, the world needs that.

Good people. And you're contributing to that.

And I'm proud of you.

And I'm glad we have reconnected.

What has it been, like, 11, 12 years?

Yeah. Ever since Kristine left, everything fell apart.

I just lost touch with everybody.

And I lost touch with you.

And you're still here. You're able to do this.

I mean, this--

this is big.

I mean, look at her.

It's just...

She's beautiful.

She's thriving because of you, you know?

And your time with her.

You're doing what a lot of people don't do.

Spend time with their babies, their family.

I know it may seem like things are not going the way you want it, but...

you're headed in the right direction.

Do me a favor, shoot me an email.

I might have some stuff coming up soon.

That would help me a lot.

Just to get back in it.

If you can really do that, if you can give me that chance, I promise I'll be there.

We go way back.

There's always a place for you.

The Golden Gate?

It's tourist shit.

You'll be in love forever.

I don't know where I'm going...

If I'm running towards something...