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Public transportation, 400.

The nicer buses within South Korean cities…

…are scenes of that Belgian city. Kyle. A metro station?

-Correct. -US Rep. & Prez for 800.

Andrew Johnson had been a senator and representative from this state.

-What is Tennessee? -Adriana.

-What is Tennessee? -Yes.

US Rep. & Prez, 1,200.

Hello.

Hello, honey.

Oh, Gracie.

I miss you.

I miss you too.

How was your day?

I had pizza for lunch.

-Oh, that's good. That's your favorite. -Yeah.

Can I come home?

-Not today. -Oh…

But I'll come see you tomorrow. How does that sound?

Yeah, we could take Joey to the park.

He'd love that.

Yeah, fly a kite.

-That'd be nice. -Yeah.

The owl is in the walls, Gracie.

-Owl is in the walls. -Bedtime, Edward.

-A few more minutes. -No, it's time.

It's okay. We'll talk tomorrow.

I'm not a damn child.

-Give me the phone, Edward! -Edward, stop!

Let go of it!

-Please. -Don't--

I saw my parents. I saw your father.

I saw the Ritz brothers.

Believe me, they're much funnier dead.

-I'm taking you to the hospital. -No.

Why not? What?

Are you trying to tell me that possibly there is nothing wrong with you?

No, I feel better just lying here.

The ride in the car could only make me feel worse.

She's right, Dorothy.

Sometimes just lying motionless is the best thing a person can do.

That didn't sound right on our honeymoon, and it doesn't sound right now.

Help me!

Somebody help me!

Put it in your pocket. Someday…

My grandmother gave it to me when I come to the city.

-So I not be run over. -No…

Is this supposed to be scary?

It's a classic.

-It's boring. -Can I play a game?

I don't have any games.

Mom, Grandpa's not sharing.

Dad, please?

Fine, take it.

So, is Pill Reminder Pro a game?

No, don't touch that.

Grandpa uses it to keep track of all the medicines he needs to stay alive.

Oh, I accidentally deleted it.

Probably for the best.

Don't worry about that, Grandpa.

It's all in the cloud. I'm gonna fix it for you.

-Thank you, Neil. -Yeah.

Everyone, look. We're here.

Yippee.

I need a couple units over at The Manor, please.

Hello there, folks. How can I help you all?

Hi. Um, my dad's moving in today.

His name's Sam Cooper.

Sam Cooper. Got him right here.

Welcome to The Boroughs, where you'll have the time of your life.

Ironic slogan for a place people come to die.

Okay.

Golden years

Gold, wah-wah-wah

Golden years

Gold, wah-wah-wah

Why is everyone so old?

Because, honey, this is a special town just for grown-ups.

Don't let me hear you say Life's taking you nowhere, angel

Hey.

I'll stick with you, baby For a thousand years

Nothing's gonna touch you In these golden years

Hi there!

-Hello! -Sorry we're late.

It's no problem.

They pay me the medium bucks to be here.

Aren't you just the cutest thing?

-What's your name? -Sam.

Mr. Cooper.

Nice to officially meet you.

I'm Kayleigh, your transition manager.

It's my privilege to guide you through every step of your time here.

I hope it's okay, but I told the movers to start unloading.

The boxes are so well-labeled.

I guess I shouldn't be surprised, given you are an engineer.

I was an engineer.

But now I'm a prisoner.

We'd love to get into the house.

Everything has been freshly painted.

We kept the wallpaper, like your wife requested.

Oh, and the previous owner left some furniture behind,

so feel free to keep the pieces that speak to you

and get rid of the rest.

Why don't they want it?

Because they're dead, right?

Grace passed two months ago, but Edward is a resident at The Manor.

It's a long-term care facility here for those who require more attention.

-What's wrong with him? -Ella.

-What? I want to know. -Mm-mmm.

That's quite the boob-tube.

He likes to fix old TVs.

Oh, isn't that fun?

What the hell is that?

That is Seraphim.

Every house in The Boroughs has one.

If you ever have an emergency, or, say, you want to book a tee time,

all you have to do is call out to Seraphim,

and it will connect you to one of our 24-7 support team.

Here.

Howdy, Seraphim.

Well, hey there, Kayleigh.

What can I do to make your day more enjoyable?

Absolutely not.

-Dad? -Mr. Cooper.

What are you doing?

-Mr. Cooper, please don't. -Don't!

Seraphim is actually hardwired.

I do not need an electronic babysitter!

Mr. Cooper, I understand your frustration.

Do you, now?

I know it was your wife who wanted to move here,

and I was so sorry to hear of her passing.

But I'm not the one who won't let you out of your contract.

Those things are decided by the man at the top.

So point me his way.

I've helped a lot of people through this transition over the years.

And I promise, if you just open your heart to this place,

you'll find The Boroughs is not a last chapter.

It's a new beginning.

Wait!

Mr. Cooper!

-Was that really necessary? -Yes.

She was just doing her job.

-I will not be spoken to like a child. -Then stop acting like one!

-Excuse me? -Maybe we all just take a deep breath.

-I didn't ask you to come. -Not like you can drive yourself!

Hey!

-Let's all go out to the garage. -Why?

What's in the garage, Neil?

Cool.

What the hell is that?

-It's a golf cart. -I don't play golf.

It's not just a golf cart, okay?

This is the ICON i40L.

It's got a 48-volt, three-phase, high-torque motor.

I mean, this baby tops out at almost 35 miles an hour.

Well, send it back.

The flames are a custom job. They won't take it back.

Can't say I blame 'em.

You know you can always stay with us longer if you need to.

That two-bedroom isn't big enough for the four of you.

You don't need me on the sofa as well.

Besides, I've buried every dime I've got into this… tomb.

Gotta make sure it doesn't burn down before I figure a way out.

Well, at least it's pretty.

-It's dry. -It's a desert.

Exactly.

Still, I see why Mom picked it. She never liked the Chicago winters.

Yeah, shouldn't you be getting on the road?

Back to Albuquerque, miss out on all that rush-hour traffic?

It's Sunday, Dad.

Yeah, weekend traffic.

Even worse.

-Call me if you need anything. -Don't worry about me.

See ya soon, Raccoon.

Bye-bye, Butterfly.

There's always something to do in The Boroughs.

Play 18 holes on any one of our three award-winning golf courses.

Or keep healthy in our brand-new fitness center

with self-regulating, therapeutic walking pools.

I'm CEO Blaine Shaw,

and my grandfather founded this little slice of heaven

way back in 1950.

The man at the top.

Keeping you healthy and happy has been the family business for almost 75 years.

So kick back and enjoy.

I promise, you'll have the time of your life.

Hello?

Oh! Howdy, neighbor.

I'm Jack.

You know your doorknob's broken?

I'm kind of the welcome wagon around these parts.

Care for a beer?

No. Thank you.

Oh, my dogs are barking.

I got a touch of the gout.

Doesn't help that I shot a full 18 today.

Shot an 82, which is not bad with a ten handicap.

You play golf?

-No. -Hey.

What's your name?

Sam Cooper.

Ah, yeah.

Well, I don't even mind the gout so much, Sammy.

It's the sleep apnea that tiddles my winks.

I gotta sleep in a chair hooked up to this machine

to keep me breathing.

I feel like the Elephant Man. Yeah.

Because he could not sleep lying down. You ever seen that movie?

Yeah, sure. It's a classic.

Mel Brooks produced it.

A fellow film buff, I see.

Used to be in entertainment myself.

I was a weatherman, you know.

KOB4 Santa Fe

The problem with my sleep situation is it makes it tricky with the ladies.

In my younger days, I was always the big spoon, you know?

Now if I…

cuddle up, fall asleep after,

I'll die.

And that's a definite mood killer.

I imagine so.

Don't get me wrong, Sammy. I'm not a player.

One at a time.

Every time.

That's my motto.

They banned 100 residents

for having an orgy in the community center last month.

Can you believe it?

I get it.

Uh, that's not my thing.

I get it, though.

I'm seeing this great lady now.

Only thing is she's always rubbing this cannabis Tiger Balm on herself.

It's arthritis.

It smells like black licorice.

She is a fine-looking woman.

Special, you know?

What's your situation?

You married? Divorced?

Widowed.

Sorry to hear it.

You know, I don't know your emotional journey,

but single fellas like ourselves are Wonka tickets around here.

Golden.

I appreciate you stopping by, Jack, but it's been a long day.

Ah say no more. I can take a hint.

But before I skedoodle,

I wanted to invite you to a barbecue in your honor over at my place.

You'll get to know the neighbors.

-How's Tuesday sound? -Not good.

Well, you look over your schedule and let me know, okay?

Keep the beer.

I'll just take one for the road.

The Boroughs is a good place.

We take care of each other, you know.

Like a family.

I'm full up on family.

Yeah, I got you.

Think about that barbecue.

I make a hell of a kebab.

Morning.

Morning, love.

I thought I might go up to that good farmer's market at Logan Square today.

Mmm. Yeah, I need shallots for dinner tonight.

So come with me.

I was gonna work on the car.

You and that car.

What is the point of fixing up a car if you can't drive it?

Yeah, baby!

We got it!

Oye cómo va, mi ritmo

Oh, perfect.

Who are these people?

I found his wife's obituary.

-Who? -Our new neighbor.

Samuel Darwin Cooper.

Born Chicago, Illinois.

December 10, 1953.

You gotta stop stalking people.

I'm not stalking.

I'm investigating.

You're not a reporter anymore.

Journalist.

And that makes it stalking.

His wife died of a stroke five months ago.

Oh, gosh. She was young.

Not even 70.

Worked for Northrop Grumman.

Thirty-five years as an aeronautical engineer.

So we know he's smart.

"Education is not the learning of the facts,

but the training of the mind to think."

Who said that?

Einstein.

No, maybe Mr. Peabody.

One or the other. I don't remember.

Art? I was thinking we should go for a walk today.

Your doctors say you need exercise, real exercise, not the bendy-bendy stuff.

I can't. I'm playing golf with Maximo.

Well, are we still on for a film tonight?

Dog Day Afternoon is playing at The Palace.

I'm sorry. I forgot.

Loser buys dinner, and Max always loses, so, you know…

So, hey to Maximo.

Okey dokey.

Mmm. See you later.

Yeah.

Oh boy.

No!

Fuck! Fuck!

There he is! Sam the man!

Look, I just wanted to apologize.

-I came on a little strong last night. -Oh, I can't talk now, Jack.

Oh, sure, sure, sure. We can talk about that whole barbecue shindig later.

There's no rush on that.

Nice wheels, by the way.

Yeah, there's nothing like an ICON.

I got a '23. I…

Now, that's a beaut!

Love the flames, hot stuff!

Young Marcus Shaw was working in the local coal mine

when he first imagined a town just for retirees back in 1949.

Everyone thought he was crazy,

but at that very first open house, the line of cars…

They featured state-of-the-art appliances,

like the brand-new Westinghouse oven,

which you can see to your left right here.

Oh! We have something special.

You guys come around.

This right here…

We can make that work.

Mm-hmm.

Shouldn't be a problem.

Yes.

That's right.

Thank you for calling The Boroughs,

where you'll have the time of your life.

Can I help you, sweetie?

Yeah, uh, my name's Sam Cooper.

I need to speak to Mr. Shaw.

What is this in regards to?

Getting out of my contract.

Oh. Well, that's a new one.

Unfortunately, Mr. Shaw isn't in the office today.

Let me check his schedule.

You're in luck. I can squeeze you in at 2:00 p.m. on Wednesday.

Do you want it?

Lilly, where are the shallots I asked for?

Shit!

I forgot!

I can't cook chimichurri without shallots.

-Use onions! -You can't be serious.

Well, they're basically the same.

I'm gonna pretend you didn't say that.

Hey, that's me, and I want you only

-What are you doing? -Dance with me.

I have to cook dinner.

It can wait.

-This isn't gonna work. -Yeah?

We both know that isn't true.

Pork chops are gonna burn.

Don't be such a grump.

So you're scared, and you're thinking That maybe we ain't that young…

…anymore

Show a little faith There's magic in the night

You ain't a beauty But hey, you're all right

Oh, and that's all right with me

You can hide 'neath your covers

And study your pain

Make crosses from your lovers Throw roses in the rain

Lilly?

Lilly!

Lilly!

Lilly!

Look at me, honey! Lilly!

Mr. Cooper, are you all right?

Yeah, I'm fine.

I'm sorry.

You look like you've seen a ghost.

I have to go. Sorry.

Did you want that appointment?

Mickey Mantle!

-Nice shot. -Sun got in my eyes.

All right, new guy.

When we get in there, let me do the talking.

This lady's a handful.

Comprende?

Looking good, everyone.

Diane? Ooh, that's nice.

Sheila, don't use your hands.

Use the pliers, okay?

Then you can get right in there.

Oh no!

No, no, no. Absolutely not.

I specifically told the Seraphim thing to send anybody but you.

Anybody but Chief Rent-a-Slop.

What can we do, Renee?

I've been robbed. Again.

And… what are we missing this time?

A bag of rose quartz.

What's that? Expensive?

No, it's like ten bucks.

But I know that I put them on the shelf in the storage room last night,

and this morning, they were gone.

So somebody broke in and stole them.

Huh. Any sign of a break-in?

-No. -Of course not.

Look, nothing we can do.

We could file a report.

Yes, yes. Thank you…

-Paz. -Thank you, Paz.

Let's do that. Let's take a report.

You know, last week, Meredith Stidwell reported her car stolen.

Turns out… she loaned it to her daughter and forgot.

It just happens all the time in folks your age.

You know, look around.

I mean, you got stones worth a lot more than ten bucks here.

You misplaced your quartz and forgot it.

Just like Meredith Stidwell,

and just like the last time you called.

The worst thing I could do for you is file a report that says,

"Confused old woman is confused again."

You're welcome.

-What do you call it? -Brentwood.

What do you do here nights?

They eat their dinner.

They all come here and eat the big dinner.

You're a pretty bright boy, aren't you?

Well--

Jesus!

Stop!

-What? -Just stop.

Just give me a damn minute.

You a mechanic?

Engineer.

Ah. Close enough.

I'm Renee.

Sam.

-New guy on the block. -I guess.

Try the engine.

-Just like that? -Just like that.

Huh. All right.

Whoa! Thank you.

Hey!

Hey! I'm trying to thank you!

I don't want it. I just want some sleep.

Well then, say you're welcome.

Excuse me?

Here's a tip.

When somebody says "thank you," you just say "you're welcome"

instead of being a snippy little bitch.

The other person will go on their way,

and you can go back to doing what all grumpy old men love to do.

Be alone.

You're welcome.

Attaboy, Sam.

Who the hell are you?

Oh, shit.

Where's Grace?

Uh, take it easy, buddy.

It's in the walls.

-What is? -The owl.

Owl?

This is all wrong. Where's Grace?

Oh, wait. Wait, wait, wait. Grace. She used to live here?

You're her husband? I can help you.

No. I have to find the door.

We can find the door together.

Um, just put the knife down.

You're one of them.

Where's Grace?

You took her! Where is she?

You've got her! You give her back!

-Give her back, dammit! -Stop it!

-Give her back! -I don't have her, you psycho!

Give her back!

Help, somebody!

Somebody, help!

Help!

Calm down!

Edward, that's enough!

No, no, no. He's one of them.

-Time to go home. -But this is my home.

No! Gracie!

All patched up. Lucky you didn't need stitches.

Yeah, that's me, Mr. Lucky.

-How we doing over here? -He is good as new.

I wouldn't go that far.

Well, I realize you had a rough morning.

Don't want to take up your time.

But you need anything, call security, you ask for Hank, I'll get you sorted.

What about the police?

Well, legally speaking, The Boroughs isn't a town.

It's all unincorporated land.

They set it up that way so the company doesn't have to provide schools

or… police departments.

Now, there's a county sheriff, but those boys are stretched pretty thin,

so we try not to sweat 'em with the small stuff.

Small stuff? A man broke into my house.

-I'm sorry. -I was attacked.

-I understand. -Apparently, you do not understand.

Maybe the sheriff will.

Look, Mr. Cooper, no one is gonna stop you

from calling the sheriff if you're dead set on it.

But there's someone you should talk to first.

-Who's that? -My boss.

Blaine Shaw.

Fine. But I call shotgun.

Can't allow that. Sorry.

-I thought I was meeting the boss. -You are.

-What is this place? -The Manor.

It's where they stick the potatoes. Like your little visitor today.

-Some door. -We take security seriously here.

Yeah? How'd the guy who attacked me get out?

We're still figuring that out.

But I assure you, it won't happen again.

Apparently, all this helps folks suffering from dementia.

Makes them feel at home.

Kind of trippy, right?

That it is.

-Mr. Shaw's waiting for you in the café. -Café?

We'll be out front to take you home when you're done.

Excuse me. Do you have the time?

-It's almost 10:00. -Oh, good.

Then I haven't missed my bus.

Mrs. Taylor?

There we go.

Oops. Sorry.

Hold on.

Just a second. There…

There we are.

Pretty as a picture.

Mr. Cooper.

Hello. I'm Blaine Shaw, CEO of The Boroughs.

I know who you are. I've seen you on TV.

Of course. Thank you for agreeing to meet with me.

Would you like a cold drink? We have a soda machine, various juices.

No, I'm not thirsty.

Well, please have a seat.

No, I'll stand.

Thank you.

First things first,

I owe you an apology, Mr. Cooper.

It is my responsibility to keep our residents safe,

and I failed you,

and for that, I am very sorry.

-Yeah, I don't want your apology. -No.

You want out of your contract.

How do you know?

Well, I heard about what happened with your transition manager

and with my receptionist.

It's my town, Mr. Cooper.

Nothing goes on around here without my knowing, so…

I took the liberty of speaking with financing.

Had the proper documents drawn up.

Provided I don't call the sheriff.

That's right.

Yeah, fine with me.

There is, uh, one more thing.

What?

Edward would like to apologize.

Edward?

Don't worry. He's properly medicated. He's no harm to anyone, I can assure you.

Yeah, I'll keep my distance, all the same.

Edward?

Edward? Can you hear me?

Is it time for supper?

Oh no, not yet, but there's somebody here to see you.

Gracie?

No, no. It's, um… It's Mr. Cooper.

Do you remember what we talked about? About Mr. Cooper?

Oh, yes. Yes.

Mr. Cooper…

I'm sorry, Mr. Cooper.

I am sorry.

Hmm?

Well done, Edward.

What's wrong with him? Alzheimer's?

Maxwell's.

It's a rare neurological disease.

It causes the brain to literally wither and die.

There's no cure, no treatment.

Edward and the world are locked in a race to see who can forget the other first.

What about friends, family?

Edward and Grace had a son, Joey, but sadly, he passed quite young.

No, The Manor is all Edward has now.

Like everyone here.

Well, I think we have taken up quite enough of your time, Mr. Cooper.

You are on to bigger and better things.

So here's your contract.

All that's left for you to do is sign.

Of course,

you could always stay.

Now, I… I realize it's a long shot.

We haven't exactly put our best foot forward, but…

well, I know what you've lost, Sam.

And I suspect you don't have anywhere to go.

Do you?

You know, loneliness is a disease just as savage as Maxwell's.

And far more common these days.

But nobody's ever alone in The Boroughs.

Well, um…

Maybe I'll just have a lawyer look at it

before I sign.

Well, that's very wise, Mr. Cooper.

You take your time.

Not too much, though.

As my wife likes to remind me, time is a precious commodity around here.

Sam the man.

Everything hunky-dory?

I saw the wambulances in front of your place today.

-Got me worried. -Oh, all good. False alarm.

Oh, glad to hear. Yeah.

Yeah. I… I just stopped by because…

Well, you know, I was thinking about that barbecue.

-Oh, yeah? -Yeah.

Thinking anything in particular?

Yeah. I was thinking, you know, maybe…

it's not such a bad idea.

You know, maybe I should, uh…

Yeah, maybe I should meet the neighbors.

Makes sense.

-How's Thursday? -No good, no.

Uh, Friday would work.

I'll make a few calls.

Yeah.

-Hey, Claire Bear. -Hey.

I have a favor to ask.

Do you have Mom's vinyl of Born to Run? I was like Ella's age--

Yeah.

I can't really talk now.

The neighbor's throwing me a barbecue.

-And you're going? -Well, you don't have to sound so shocked.

No, I'm not at all surprised by your sudden popularity.

Yeah. All right, all right.

Bye-bye, Butterfly.

See you soon, Raccoon.

And don't forget about Bruce.

-What? -Mom's record.

All right. I'll find it.

Gotta go.

I have stage-four prostate cancer.

Oh.

I probably don't have much time left.

It seems a waste to spend it standing outside a party.

Not that I'd call six people in a backyard much of a party,

but sadly, it's as close as I get

since they banned me from the community center.

Cowards.

I'm Sam.

Wally.

-You gonna stand out here all night, Sam? -I'm not very good at parties.

My wife was the sociable one.

People only liked me when I was with her.

Well, I'm beloved.

So stick close.

And that's the part people don't want to talk about.

The documents.

You can make fun of them hillbillies seeing swamp gas all you want,

but then you've got to explain Nathan Twining's 1947 memo, right?

Absolutely, Art.

Absolutely.

Look who I found loitering out front.

There he is.

Sam the man.

-Good to see you. -I brought some beer.

That's great. That's great. Let me introduce you to the gang here.

-We got Art and Judy here. -How's it going?

-They live next door to you. -Here, I'll take this.

And you come to me if you need anything.

Because I have my finger on the pulse of this place here.

What pulse?

Oh, Wally. You obviously met him.

-And the mighty Renee. -Yeah, we met.

That's fantastic. All right. Well, let's all get down to business.

Go in there, grab your plates.

Just because Carlos Castaneda lied

about everything that he did doesn't mean what he meant--

So, Jack, which lucky widow

are you sending into peaks of ecstasy this week?

Whoo! Careful, Wally.

We both know you're the only man in The Boroughs

with a higher body count than mine.

What? He's damn right.

By the way, I was monogamous 15 years after 9/11, so…

I hate that term, "body count."

You're right.

What would you call it?

My "back catalogue."

-That's good. I like that. -Right? It's better. Yeah.

How are you settling in?

Oh, fine.

Couple of bumps.

Did you know Grace and Edward?

Yeah.

Grace and I used to play tennis together.

She was a hoot.

What about Edward?

Edward?

He was a dick.

It's about bringing people together.

This is Blue Dream.

A hybrid sativa. Tastes like sweet berries.

No, no, no. I'll pass.

You still on the vape?

It's healthier.

Ah-ha-ha!

I tried weed salsa the other day.

Unnecessary.

They put weed in everything now.

I have weed Tiger Balm for arthritis.

It smells of licorice.

Some people hate the aroma, but I love it.

Oh no, I don't think I'd better do that. I'm going in for surgery tomorrow.

Oh, Jack. Is it the gout?

Are you gonna have a toe removed?

No, no, no.

I'm having a mole cut off.

What? Come on. Getting a mole sliced off does not count.

-It counts. -No.

No. I'm a retired doctor. It doesn't count.

I had my spine fused.

Now, that is surgery. Here, here.

-Look at this. -He's gonna show.

Yeah, take a look at this.

There it is.

All right. You know what? That ain't nothing. Sorry.

I had a whole new hip installed.

-Right? -Amazing.

Okay, y'all gonna have to imagine my C-section scar.

Aw, where's the fun in that?

Show us what you're working with, playboy.

All my scars are emotional.

I'm afraid to say I think I got you all beat.

Check it out.

God, they cracked your chest.

They went in twice.

Ladies and gentlemen, we have a winner!

Just saying.

How about you, new guy? You got any battle scars?

My retina detached.

Your retina detached?

Yeah.

Like in a bar fight?

No. I woke up one morning, I couldn't see out of my left eye.

Apparently, it's genetic.

Happened to my dad when he was about the same age.

We all become our fathers.

The worst thing, they took my license.

Elders should be respected and venerated. They treat us like…

-Yeah, like children. -Yes.

-We should start a revolution. -Yes.

-Yeah. -To the Grey Rebellion!

To the Grey Rebellion!

The Grey Rebellion!

Lilly!

Look at me! Look at me!

Help!

Somebody help!

Judy!

-Judy. Hold on! Judy! -Shit!

-You have to hold her from behind. -You're gonna be okay.

Hold on. I'll get her a glass of water.

Good, good.

It's all right. I got her.

-You sure? -Come on, baby. You all right?

-Thank God. -Come on. Sit down.

Sit down.

There you go. All right, babe.

Fuck you! Fuck! Fuck you! Fucking piece of shit!

Fuck.

My wife is dead.

I'm sorry, buddy.

My wife's dead.

And the world just keeps on turning,

and people just keep on living their lives.

They shop, and they… laugh, and they eat.

And they go to sleep, and they get up, and they do it all over again.

And I hate 'em for it!

My wife is dead.

Yeah.

My second wife, she…

read a lot of self-help books.

Not that they helped her much, but…

that's beside the point.

I remember this one thing that she told me once.

Grief makes your past feel too close

and your future

too far away.

Well, my wife's dead. I don't have a future.

Yeah, but you're still here, buddy.

What, in The Boroughs?

God's waiting room?

That's what I thought once.

But the truth is,

people come here to live.

Everybody's trying to figure out

what to do with the time you got left.

And that's young people, old people.

It doesn't matter.

But here,

here, you've got not one but three

award-winning golf courses to choose from.

Golf is stupid.

That may be, but…

where else can you grab a club and whack the shit out of something, huh?

I mean, it's a lot cheaper than…

breaking doors.

Right?

Well, I'll think about it.

Good enough.

Look, I gotta…

head back to the party, make sure Judy's okay, so…

Jack.

Thank you.

Thanks for everything.

Oh, I…

Sam the man.

You've reached Blaine Shaw at The Boroughs,

where you'll have the time of your life.

Please leave a message, and we'll get back to you as soon as humanly possible.

Mr. Shaw.

It's Sam Cooper.

Just wanted you to know I won't be calling the sheriff,

and I don't need you

to cancel my contract.

I've decided to stay.

So I…

guess I'll see you around.

Jack?

Jack!

Jack?

Jack?

Working on our night moves

Mmm, sweet summertime, summertime

Night moves

Night moves

-Night moves -Yeah

Night moves

-Night moves -Sure remember the night moves

The wonder

Felt the lightning, yeah

And we waited on the thunder

Waited on the thunder

-Night moves -Night moves

-Night moves -Yeah

-Night moves -We were working

-Working and practicing -Night moves

-Working and practicing -Night moves

Oh, for the night moves

Night moves

-Oh, I remember -Night moves

-Yeah, yeah, yeah, I remember -Night moves

-Night moves -I remember

Lord, I remember

Lord, I remember

Uh-huh, uh-huh

I remember, I remember