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There is no one you need to be.

There is nothing
you should be doing.

There is nowhere you need to go.

You are in a state of arrival.

The destination.

You are not lost.

You are not lost.

You are not...

Him. Right there.

- This guy?
- Mmhmm.

Takes your black piece.
King me.

You know,
you take out that back wall,

extend it 20 feet,
open up the kitchen,

you get the marble top island,
high back stools.

Just one bathroom here?

- Yeah, just the one.
- Yeah, I figured.

Add an en-suite,
lose the Jesus fan club shit,

and yeah, you might have had
something here.

I should probably check on her.

Oh, no, none of that says,
"Hey, let's chat."

What the hell is happening?
This is like actually insane.

Yeah, I never took you as being
so wet behind the ears, doc.

What the hell does that mean?

Well, I always thought
it meant naïve,

but I guess
in this context it could al...

No! I know the expression,

but in...
In what way am I being naïve?

That I didn't predict the end
of the fucking world?

Hey, hey, I get it, man.

I just guess I kind of saw
it coming, you know?

So I don't really feel like
I was caught

with one foot off the curb.

Now, look, I know you have
a lot to process,

but as far as you
and I are concerned,

this arrangement right now
is untenable.

We need to talk next steps.

You're not gonna kill me, right?

It was said
that she was unique once,

an achiever,
though lately more often

described as a pariah,
an outcast.

Like the melaleuca tree,
she was perceived

as an invasive species,
a thing that didn't belong to...

Wait, don't pariah
and outcast mean the same thing?

Hey, girl!
Misha.

How's it going?

I've been calling.

Oh, you did?
Yes.

I'm like horrified
to check my voicemail.

It gives me total anxiety,
you know?

Did you email me?

Many times.

Jesus, fuck.
What day is it?

I've like been
totally immersed in writing.

I lost track.

No, yeah, it...
it's coming along great.

Yeah, it's um, expanded.

Expanded?

Its scope is wider.

Huh.

But it... it's still
in the same story vein.

So first looks?

For sure.

Second book, Misha.
Everyone's waiting.

Yeah, I... I know.
I know it's a bit behind.

A lot.

Okay, yeah.
A bit. A lot behind.

We've given you
a sizable advance, Misha.

Of course.

No, you're right.

Two weeks.

Two weeks?

For the first four?

Five chapters.

Is that doable?

Yeah. Yeah.
No, totally, you got it.

Great. Can't wait.

Okay.
Bye, girl.

Oh my God.

Like Christ, I wish it was lice.

At least with lice
you shampoo them,

you comb through their hair,
you send 'em back out, right?

This is like forced confinement.

Who is it, man?
Who's the culprit?

Tell us, come on.

They just send a blanket email
saying a kid that's

in the same homeroom

as your kid has tested positive,
yada, yada, yada.

It's bullshit.

Knock it off!

They're fucking
biting each other.

It's a new game.

Dude, you don't know how good
you have it, you know?

Wait until they start
talking back, you know?

They get boners.

You pulled ahead in the smart
department, you know?

Doctor, hot wife, no kids.

Well, yeah, how's that going,
the kids thing?

Whoa, who picked mango stout?
Fucking horrible.

Oh, really?
That's wonderful news.

Girl, did you...

We uh... we talked about it.

It's... it's...
It's... it's taking shape.

What the fuck does that mean?

She's in the middle
of writing a novel

and it's going good.

So we just decided

it's not the best time
for us is all.

We? We?
Jay, are you hearing this?

Watoosh!

That is so sad.
So sad.

The juice in those berries
doesn't stay fresh forever, man.

Yeah, you don't want to be
that old dad,

at the kiddie pool.

Hey, Tux.

What do you want?
You need to go back to bed.

Let's go!
Back to bed.

I'll be right back.

Fucking Tuxley.
It's like the worst name, right?

Hey, did Jay tell you?
Mom's uh, selling the cabin.

What?

Before the uh,
real estate agent lists it, so.

Yeah, but like dad built it.

Oh, hey, look at this
dipshit realtor I found.

More like king of cock country.

Anyway, I got to go take a piss.
You hold down the fort.

Hello?

Meesh?

So how was your day?

Fine, great.

Hey, so my mom's
selling the cabin, eh?

I was thinking it might be cool
to go back one more time

before she sells.

- Back implies having been.
- Right.

That's what I meant.

I'm... I'd love for you to see
the place before it's gone.

It sort of feels like
an afterthought for Beverly

to invite me now.

Mom won't be there.
It'll just be you and me.

What do you think?

A little romantic
working holiday?

Might be good for you, too.
Get out of the city.

Yeah.
Sounds like something.

Chutney?

Yeah, it's uh...

What's that?

Don't know.
It was in the hallway.

What is it?

Ce's book.

"First edition
of my third novel.

Can't wait for us to be
book touring the world together.

Forever and always,
fuck the d-bags

from creative writing.
Love, Cece."

Okay, yeah.
Fuck it. Let's go.

Awesome.

I can clear
my schedule next month.

No, let's go now, tonight.

What?

I have surgeries booked.

Can't you tell Joy
that... that something came up

with your mom
and we have to leave town

for a bit to help out?

Come on. Let's be spontaneous.

Let's put our knees
before the knees

of everyone else.

What about your deadline?

There's power.
I can work from there, right?

Hi, mom.

Hi, mom!

Ah, You're on my leg.
Um, I missed you, obviously.

Um, I just wanted to call
to say Arn and I

are gonna go out of town
for a bit

and he thinks there won't
be much in the way of reception.

No, there isn't.

Everything's good. Talk soon.

Right. So it's a shithole.

Sour Patch. Jelly Beans.

Ha-ha! Gutbusterz!

I haven't seen these in...

Dotte, the place
hasn't changed a bit!

Those first cases in Toronto...

What's that?

I said the place is exactly
as I remember it, as a kid.

Yippee.

I used to come here
all the time.

Me and my brothers.
Uh, Beverly's boys?

You're the one who pissed
at my ice machine!

No! No.

I was the one
they locked in there.

That it?

That's what they had.

Oh, jeez.

Oh, also, very random question,

but I found an old typewriter

and the ribbon's dried up.

She was, it turned out,
nothing like the fucking tree.

In fact, she was just a woman.
A very stupid woman

who'd forgotten the time-worn,
if a little overused parable,

wherever the fuck you go,
there you are.

Fuck.

Yep. Yep. There you go,
a typewriter ribbon.

Huh.

We used to have a guy,
writer type,

used to come in here
every morning for a coffee

and a crossword, you know,
right at the end

of the counter there.

And he'd go on and on

about how he'd write things
in longhand, you know?

And then he'd complain
because they made him switch

to typing, yeah.

So now he has to go to the town
and get his ribbon and all that.

He keeps whining.

So finally, I get some
for him, you know?

And damned if he doesn't
punch his ticket that same week.

Jeez. Freaky.

Yeah. Cancer. Yeah.

They took out his bladder,

but he couldn't stand
the indignity

of pissing in a bag.
So he blew his brains out.

Yeah. Yeah, he did.

You have a nice day.

- Morning!
- Morning.

Ready for the tour?

I think I took it already.

And?

It's cute.

I told you, it's a fixer-upper.

So you want to go
whack some nails?

Um, I'm sort of on the clock,
so I should probably

get back to it.

Still can't believe mom
is selling this place.

Oh yeah, by the way,
can you stop calling

both our moms, mom?

It makes it sound like
we're siblings who fuck.

Oh, come on!
You know what I mean.

Yeah, I know what you mean,
but you know what I mean.

Let's not be those people.

15 for two.

I just loved, love this place.

Figured it'd be kept
in the family.

You know, passed down
to me, Jamie, and Robbie.

Our future kids?

Go.

15-2, 15-4,
and a run of three is seven.

You don't have to count
your hand out loud, you know.

Well, that's how I was taught,
so that I don't miss any points.

Except you did.

Your jack is the same suite
as the cut.

Ugh, ugh, I hate
that stupid rule.

What are you doing?

You missed the point
and I caught it.

It's called, "muggins".

Yeah, I know
it's called, "muggins".

Nobody plays that way.

If you were in
a crib tournament,

that's the way,
everybody would be playing.

I would kill myself
from embarrassment.

I didn't make up the rule.

So, don't follow it.

Okay.

You wanna read?

No, I'm tired.

You don't think your mother
wants you to succeed?

I don't think she'd equate
attention with success.

You do have an audience, right?

People who care
about what you have to say.

Maybe. I don't know.

Maybe she's right.
Maybe I fluked it.

Has she said any of this to you?

Okay. Pivot.
If you weren't a writer...

I'm sorry,
did you just say pivot?

If you weren't a writer
or even perceived as a writer.

How would you see yourself?

I'm not sure
I understand the question.

Well, I think that's
worth thinking about.

Have you tried
the meditation app yet?

Um, no.
I haven't had time.

We make time for things
that we care about, Misha.

Keep putting the work in.

And remember,
there's nothing you need to be.

You are in a state of arrival.

The destination is
wherever you are.

Your existence is distinct.

Well, that answers that.

Answers what?

Does ammo expire.

I don't remember
you asking that.

This is nuts to me.
How did Hemingway do this?

Pull the trigger with his toes?

Hey, don't do that!

What? It's not loaded!

I'm sorry.
It's how my dad taught me.

The second you don't
respect this thing...

So this time.

Butt it up against
your shoulder.

Blade your body.

Line up the dot
between the two sites.

Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah.

I've seen enough
Mark Wahlberg movies.

Hold your breath.
Buck your rectum.

Squeeze the trigger.

- Fuck!
- Here, let me see.

So, I butt it up right here.
Just kind of plug it

into my shoulder,
right below the clavicle.

Now, when you go
to squeeze the trigger,

your nervous system
is primed to the hilt.

Your adrenaline's pumping.

'Cause you know
there's gonna be a bang.

But just stay steady,
solid and...

Surgical.

Here, try again.

Question.

If you lost
your medical license tomorrow,

what would you do?

What?
That would be devastating.

For what?

I don't know, malpractice.

You cut off the wrong leg
or something.

That's not how it works.

An amputation is
an extremely planned...

Yeah, okay, I know.
It's just a hypothetical.

Well, we'd talk.

And we'd figure out
what my options are.

Whether I could appeal it or...

No, no, no, no,
you're not getting it.

Okay.

What are you doing?

You get up, you make a coffee,
and you go to...

Insert answer here.

I don't know.

I think I'd still be helping
people in some capacity.

Because it makes you happy?

Yeah.

I guess in a roundabout way
it does.

Gives me a sense of purpose.

Purpose?

No, no.

Oh, come on, man.

I love this shirt.

Misha!

What do you know?

Uh, you're gonna have
to be more specific.

How bad is it?

About five days ago.

I come up to Harbor's Inlet
for a showing.

It's a nice place,
half cab, three bed.

Asking is a bit high,
but you know,

they seem motivated.

Except, they never show.

So there I am.

And I get a news alert.

And another, and another.

So I call my assistant
to figure out

what the fuck is going on,
and...

So? What did they say?

Well, what's in it for me?

You're our prisoner!

Hm, in a way.

Is that your to-read pile?

Already read.

I should probably
check in with work

and mom, and... and your mom.

Um, everything okay?

Its... it's just,
it's really fucking good.

It's fucking.
Wow, Jesus.

Do you need...

Like, with a title like that,

it's primed to be
pure masturbatory tripe.

Do you want to sit down maybe?

I always thought
Cece was full of shit, you know?

Like, like being a writer
was an affectation.

What is it?
What's that shit they say

about... about people
in glass houses?

Sit. I'll get you some water,
just breathe.

You okay?

What Cece does has nothing
to do with you, okay?

It's not a competition.

Hey, do you want some good news?

I'm gonna tell mom
not to list the cabin,

because I'm buying it for us.

Why?

Why what?

Why would you do that?

I thought you liked it here.

I... I love this place
and I want us to have it.

I want our kids to have it,
it's the next step.

What kids?

So, what you told me last year...

I said I might be ready
in a year.

Who in their right mind
would bring a kid

into the world right now?

Then when?

Then when what?

When are you gonna be ready?

Look, I know you're focused

on your career,
but people manage

to have careers and kids.

- They do.
- Yeah, men do.

Look, all I'm saying is,
maybe there won't ever

be a time when the stars align.

I'm ready, you know I am.

This could be really good
for us.

I don't want to be that couple

that has kids
to save their marriage.

I'm going into town,
do you want anything?

You mumble
when you sleep, Meesh.

Told my mom I'd check in.

Okay.

You got three seconds
to turn your ass around

or I'll paint my porch with it!

D... don't, don't shoot!

You're here
to raid our supplies!

What are you talking about?

You think
because Dell's laid off

I'm a pushover?

We met in desert storm,
you shit!

We fucked with Saddam!

I was here a few days ago,
the candy guy!

Please I can help!

Who do you think you are,
Jesus Christ?

I'm a doctor, if he's...
If he's sick,

I can... I can look at him

The only help for Dell's
a quick death,

Lord knows I can't do it.

Please. Let me try.

Don't you come around here
no more, candy man.

Hello?

What the fuck.
She's outta her fucking mind.

Oh God.

Hello.

Arn... are you Arnold? Arn?

Mom? Mom. Mom.

Arnold! You're alive!
Are you sick?

Where have you been?
Why didn't you call me?

I have been praying
nonstop that you,

you know your brothers are here.

Where are you right now?

Mom. Slow down.

Just... just tell me
what's happened.

Tuxley, put that down!

Everything's gonna
be fine, sweetie

We're going down to the bunker
for a year to be safe.

Just like Noah's Ark.
When can you get here?

What... what... what bunker?

The bunker, Arnold.

The one Pastor Dan built
in the church basement.

Remember the bake sale that
we put on to raise funds?

I made those snicker doodles.
The bunker.

Are we sure that's necessary?

Wait, are we sure
that's necessary?

Jamie, will you get
your son off that?

Robbie, here talk
to your brother.

Okay.

What's up, dipshit?
Where the fuck are you?

Robbie, Robbie,

things aren't really that bad, right?

Mom's just overreacting.

O... okay. Okay. Okay.

Look, I'm already
a little bit freaked out here.

You guys are just
messing with me.

Right? Right?

Listen, get here
before Wednesday

when they seal it up, okay?

Robbie, Robbie, wait.

And avoid contact with anyone.

Wait, just, hang on.

I mean it.
Don't trust anybody.

Oh! One more thing.
Whatever you do, don't...

What? What?
Robbie? Robbie? Robbie?

One second.
Oh my God.

Okay, just.
Actual craziness.

Huh?

And I had this
surreal soul session

with a fawn or doe
and we locked eyes

and I just feel like, I get it.

I... I... I don't know
how to describe it.

It's... it's beyond words, but
I just feel like I can't stop.

Is that... do you mind?

Okay.

Oh, hey, um...

I just want you to know

that I didn't forget
about last night.

And we can talk about it soon.
I mean that.

But I'm just finally out
of my goddamn head,

and I'm sort of on a tear,
so I don't wanna lose it,

you know?

Yeah, yeah.

Go. I'll be here.

Fuck.
What the fuck are you doing?

Fuck are you doing?
She's happy. She's on a tear.

Yeah, yeah, maybe we...
We could just stay out here.

Oh fuck.

But there was always
the exit ramp

for if things ever got sticky,
too real,

she could fall back on his,
except that door

was closed now.

There was only the leap
into the great unknowable.

"There is no future.
No past."

She said.

She didn't need
to know where it was all going,

and for once...
You fucking kidding me.

That didn't scare her.

Hey, Arnold!

Yeah? Cool.

Misha?

One second.

- Hey.
- Hey.

We have to talk.

Okay, yeah.
Oh, your tea's ready.

Um, okay,
I have something to say

and I... I don't know
if it's gonna make any sense.

- Okay, keep up the, uh.
- Yeah, yeah, okay.

Are you gonna eat it?

Ugh, what?

Suit yourself.

Wait.

Ooh, fuck, that's good.

Sorry. Was that shrooms?

Yup. You got it.

Are you on mushrooms right now?

Um, I am currently beginning
to peak.

So yeah, that is a correct fact.

Oh, I was gonna wait for you
to finish mowing,

but then, I...

Feels good, right?

Seriously though.

Like this fucking cabin,
I can really see us here.

Like this is ours.

Oh.

No, no, no, no,
you're not getting it, okay.

The game is to make up a flavor
that doesn't...

It shouldn't exist.

Like um...

ketchup, banana.

Okay, got it.

Sriracha marshmallow.

That's the money.

How are you eating right now?

I can't even swallow
my own spit.

You know,
I wrote like 20 pages today.

I can't wait to give it
to Candice.

So she can cram it
in her cram hole

and shut up,
'cause I'm Misha fucking Dias.

And they're gonna put
on a book tour,

and I'm gonna do book readings.

Lemon meringue hummus.
Yeah.

Oh, I thought they were ants.
But it's just stubble.

Oh, but they are moving,
just so you know.

When are you back
at the hospital?

- Where?
- Work.

Work.

When... when are you...

Oh God. The hospital.

All the people.

I have to help them.

You're essential, babe.

Without you
the world spirals out.

No days off.

Essential.

Non-essential. 'Bout says it.

Hey.

Hey, yo, what's up?

You're up early.

It's past 11:00.

Oh.

How's your head?

Oh, not great.

Yeah, mushrooms
and a dozen oranges

will do that.

You need something?

You look busy, I'll um...

Come find me when you're done?

Yeah, just wrapping up.

Oh, wait, I boiled some eggs
if you want.

Okay.

Oh! Hey.

- Hey.
- How's it coming?

Great, actually.

I wanted to see
if we needed anything.

Oh, you need
something from town?

I'll go!

Actually, I... I need to talk
to the old mums,

face to face.

Can it wait?

Not really.

Remember that deer
I told you about?

Uh-huh. Yeah.
You saw a deer.

So I think I know
what's blocking me.

You know, it's like,
I didn't think

my voice mattered,
but I was making excuses.

You got all that from a deer?

Sure. Why not?

It's like a deer
doesn't ask itself.

"Am I doing this right?

Am I being the best deer
I can be?"

It just fucking does.
Just knows.

I don't see what all that
has to do with your mom.

Well, see I've been projecting,
using her as a proxy

to like break me down.

Tell me I can't do it.

But that's not her voice
in my head.

It's mine.

Anyways, it's put up this wall
between us

and I just want to tell her,
we're okay.

Also, I got to get
these pages to Candice,

so she can stop blowing steam
out of her cartoon cat ears.

Hey, Misha.
Listen, uh, look,

I uh, love that
you've experienced clarity

out here or whatever,
but uh, you... you can't go back.

- What the fuck, Arnold!
- Ah!

Okay. I'm gonna...

Don't touch it, don't touch it.
Oh, I'm stuck.

Ah! Go get a saw.

- A saw, saw?
- A saw.

Hey, I'm...
I'm gonna go get help.

No, no, no, it's too far.

- What about the neighbors?
- Barb and Clem?

They're just up the road, right?

Yeah, but no, wait.
Wait!

Yeah, I won't be long.
I won't be long.

No, Misha! Wait!

We don't know what's out there,
it could be dangerous.

Hello!

Clem!

Barb!
Oh, come on.

Hello!
I need help!

I know!

Fuck. Fuck.
Come on, fuck! Fuck!

Wait.

- What the hell are you doing?
- Jesus.

Okay, uh, sorry,
it's an emergency.

I didn't think anyone was here.

Are you all right?
Is somebody after you?

What? No.
It's my husband.

He... he got his leg caught.
We... we need a saw.

You're gonna amputate his leg?

Jesus Christ. No!

I don't know exactly...

He told me to get a saw.
So like please can I borrow one?

You're not infected, are you?

What?

How long you been out here for?

Honestly, man,
I have no fucking clue. A while.

Why?

I'm just renting this cabin.

I don't actually have
a key to the shed.

So, come on.

Whoa, whoa.

Okay.

Okay.
Let's grab a selection.

I don't know what
I'm walking into here.

You're coming with?

Well, yeah, you look like
you could use some help.

You know what?
Just grab whatever you need.

I'll get a bag.

So you said,
you've been out here,

for a while?

What you been up to?

Um, I'm writing a book.

Oh, no shit.
Hey, I'm a writer, too.

Listen get here before Wednesday
when they seal it up, okay?

Avoid contact with anyone.

I mean it, don't trust anyone.

Arnold!

I'm back!

Don't take another step!

Whoa, whoa.

What the fuck, Arnold?

You know this guy?

He's Patrick.

Who the hell's Patrick?

So does that relic even work?

Oh, it works.
Used it just the other day.

I can't believe you pointed
a loaded gun at us.

I was worried about you.

Worried, why?

How do you unload this?

Uh, let... let me do that.
Don't worry about it.

Oh, actually,
you might know this.

Arnold was wondering,
does ammo expire?

I was just kidding, Meesh.

No, you weren't you asked me...

You know, it's odd.

I've never known Clem and Barb
to rent out their cabin.

Well, you haven't been up here
for a few years.

Yeah,
and with Clem's health and all,

they come out here
less and less.

Holy shit. Look at that.

Gutbusterz. Wow!

I haven't had
one of these in years.

He can't stop
shoving them down his throat.

They... they still sell them
down at Dell and Dotte's.

You know the place?

Well, yeah, of course.

So You're a writer, huh?

I am. Yeah.

Sling and Snare,
it's a hunting and fish mag.

You ever heard of it?

No. Not my taste.

What is your deal?

Anyways, thanks for stopping by.

Yeah. Yeah, I guess I better be
getting back to it.

Thanks again for all your help.

Yeah, of course.
Yeah, good luck with your book.

Yeah, you as well.
Good luck with your...

What the fuck, you psycho!

- He's not who he says he is!
- Is that, 'cause I was flirting?

What do you mean
he's not who he says he is?

You were flirting with him?

So, who is he?

The King of Cottage Country.

The fuck does that mean?

I was going to tell you,
I swear.

You're kidding, right?

This is just you with
your fucking Onion articles?

Arnold.

How are you
only telling me this now?

You were just happy
for the... for the first time in,

I swear, I meant...

We have to go back.
We have to go.

There's... there's nothing
to go back to.

It... it's everywhere.

There is a place we can go.

Ah, it really takes the wind out
of your fucking sails,

doesn't it?

I should probably check on her.

Oh, no, none of that says
"Hey, let's chat."

We need to talk next steps.

Next steps, um,

well, we have a place.

A safe place um, a bunker.

Damn, I thought I was a prepper.
That's legit, you build that?

No, my um, mom's pastor.

Hmm, okay.
That's good.

Yeah.

Look, I know we got off
to a bit of a rocky start here,

but I'm just gonna throw
this out there,

I... I think we can
let bygones be bygones,

you know, you go your way
and all that.

You're not gonna kill me, right?

What?
No, I would never kill you.

Jeez!

Wait, were you gonna kill us?

- Oh my God!
- Look, doc.

I want to shoot
straight with you, okay?

Man to man,
but we got to be able

to trust each other.
Okay, you feel me?

Okay.

Okay, cards on the table.

Yeah, yeah, no,
I was gonna kill you.

When I found out
that you were hurt,

I was gonna follow her back,
take care of you,

and then you know,
figure shit out with her.

She's a decent-looking girl.

She's got some
childbearing years left in her.

Seriously?

But why kill me, for God's sake?

Why not help me?
I'm a... I'm a doctor.

We could band together
like logically...

Band together?

Would you listen
to yourself, man?

You know who fucks people over?
People.

You know who stabs people
in the back?

People.

You know who drags people's name
through the mud on Twitter

after a messy divorce?

My fucking bitch
of an ex-wife Janine.

That's who.
Who apparently is people.

At the end of the day,
people look out for numero uno.

So what, I'm the asshole now
for beating them to the punch?

For murdering people? Um, yeah.

- Oh.
- You kind of are.

And... and what's the point
of it all,

to be the last man standing?
Then what?

Oh, I never said that.

Then what are you saying?

You know on airplanes,

how they say to put your mask on
before you help someone else?

That it?

What the hell
are you talking about?

I'm the investment
of the human race, doc.

To get to the other side
of this thing.

Now, I know for a fucking fact
that I don't shoot blanks.

Now I got to protect that
investment and outlast this way.

So it's that whole,
"Let's all band together

and do our part",
beta cock bullshit

that's gonna dilute
the future of the species.

Not everyone is meant
to survive.

Did you get a hold of her?

I spoke to my Aunt Rosa,

my mom died yesterday.

Rosa's sick.

I don't think
she's gonna make it.

Why didn't you tell me?

Don't give me that
"You looked so happy" horseshit.

I... I was scared.

I didn't want to lose you.

But that's not you.

You look at a problem
and you find a solution.

I'm the one that's supposed
to hide from reality.

Can't be both of us.

I'm sorry.

You robbed me
of my chance to say goodbye.

You took that from me.

The cities are fucked.
There's nothing to go back to.

There's a place.

I heard.

Where are you off to
in such a hurry?

I gotta make a phone call.
We're gonna be leaving shortly.

Aw, but we were just getting
to know each other. Shucks.

That bad, huh?

You smoke?

I do.

You mind?

So why'd you junk it?

Who the fuck's gonna read it?

So you...
You were gonna kill him,

and fuck me, that it?

Or raise a brood
of little monsters

and live happily ever after?

Married long?

Hmm.

How long were you planning
on milking it?

Excuse me?

Well, it's obvious
you don't like the guy.

Blind man galloping on a camel
could see that shit.

Now what I can't figure out,
and for the life of me,

I can't see
what would have brought

you two together.

You act more like
brother and sister.

Now the way I see it...

He was different
than the other guys I dated.

He was kind to me.

And I was different
for him too, I guess.

Hmm. Mm-Hmm.
Opposites attract.

Deadbeat hipster chick
with ambitious career man.

I see it pretty often.
Beauty and the geek.

At least, those girls feign
liking the guy,

they know where
their meal tickets at, but you,

you're like some
wannabe princess

who's tired of having
her broken carriage strapped

to the prize pony.

And what are you?

The caveman looking for
a sperm bank?

Congrats.
Your worth is measured in cum.

Oh, still worth.
White gold. Texas Tea.

Hooah.

Yeah, sure, we're all sad
that your little diary there

is not gonna make
Oprah's book club.

Now him, I could see a use for.

Yeah, he's a bit of a pussy,
but the world needs doctors,

so I can let that slide.

What's your contribution
to this brave new world?

Hmm?

Maybe it's staying
around long enough,

so that it's not run
by assholes like you again.

Oh, you stuck up
faux trophy wife bitch

who won't even spread her legs
to take one for the team.

The world doesn't need you.

Never did.

There is nothing
you should be doing.

There's nowhere you need to go.

You are in a state of arrival.

The destination
is wherever you are.

You are in a state of arrival.

Destination.

You are not lost.

Your existence is distinct.
Singular.

You are not lost.

You are not lost.

You are not.

You are.

I am.

Meesh? You okay?

Uh-huh.

Got a hold of mom.

Of course, you did.

I... I told her that
we're on our way

that we'd be there and...

I'm not going.

Look, I get it.
It's not ideal.

I know my mom
is not your favorite person...

It's not that.

Then what? Stay here.

I think you should go.

I'm not leaving you here.
Listen...

There's nothing there for me.

There are still people,
survivors, that we can help.

You can, should.

There's still hope.
We just have to push through.

You're gonna make me say it.

I want you to go.

It's okay.

I want for once in my life

to feel some sense of control.

That I go out on my terms.

Maybe you have hope
for the future.

But I don't, not mine anyway.

I've been fighting and fighting
to make my life mean something

and maybe this is
I don't know, a sign...

to just fucking stop.

But I love you.

I know. I do.

I'm sorry,
that's just not enough for me.

So what's the
prognosis here, doc?

Are we saying
our fond farewells?

I'm taking you with me.

What do you mean?

What do you mean
like back to the city?

Well, I can't leave you here
with her now, can I?

Oh, what the fuck, baby dick?

Who's calling the shots
around here?

I'm not gonna force her
to come with me

- against her will.
- Oh, but you'll force me?

That's different.
You're my prisoner.

And you're her prisoner.

Oh, you don't know
anything about it.

Yeah, but we had a fucking deal!

You think I wanted this?

I'm losing my wife!
Fuck our deal!

Oh, you sad
cow-eyed little bitch.

One of the last men on Earth,

and she'd rather be alone
than with you.

Ah, you classic beta cock pussy!

Pussy.

Here, pussy, pussy, pussy.

Tell him to let me go.

Why are you asking me?

Because you got
his nuts in your purse.

Why is it that every man
who meets a strong woman

assumes she's a ballbreaker?

I mean, you see yourself
as strong, do you? Hmm?

Anyways, I don't want you here.

So fuck off,
and be someone else's problem.

This is my territory
Okay? I fought for this.

I earned this.

You know, this whole king
of the hill shtick,

it's sad, man.

Okay? Nobody needs you.

Yeah.

You said that already.

Don't you fucking...

Got him? Fuck.

Now I know why serial killers
chop these up.

- Ready?
- Uh-huh. Yeah.

Ready means go.

Ready means ready.
Go means go.

Ready, set, go.

This isn't a fucking
high school track meet.

Okay, whatever,
let's do it your way.

On three.

Ready, set, go.

Please, don't.

We don't all have to make it.

I made a commitment to you,
till death do us part.

Why were you even with me?

What? I love you.

No, why did you stay with me?

What did you get out of it?

Because you looked at me.

You made me feel strong.

Like I can... I can do anything.

You could do anything, Arn.
I can't.

I don't know if I can, Meesh.

Yeah, you can.

You're Arnold fucking
Schmidt-Mueller.

I hope you'll stick around.

The world is better
with you in it.

Good luck, Arn.

Arnold?

Run!

What do we do?

Um, Clem and Barb's,
they have a car.

Here we go.

What a fucking maniac!

Keys? Keys?

Maybe they're on her.

Right.

- Check!
- Why me?

- You're a doctor.
- So?

So you're not afraid of blood!

Uh.

He's coming.

Hey, kids.

What are we playing, huh?

Hide and go seek?
Marco Polo?

There.

No, he'll hear.

Marco.

Anybody home?

What the hell are we gonna do?

Okay.

I'm not leaving you here
with him!

Thank Christ, I don't wanna
become a skin lamp.

Look, we got the place
surrounded,

so why don't you just
come on out with your hands up?

We? What the hell
is he talking about?

I don't know
with this fucking guy!

Our best hope is to
make a run for it

while it's reloading.

Could you fuck off?

I'm trying to get
one last screw in!

Yeah, well, why don't you save
a piece for me?

Hah! I don't know
if I'd feel that micro dick

after Arnold's done railing me.

You cunt!

What? Don't enrage him!

Oh, good idea!

Yeah! You've got a tiny dick!

Dude? Dig deeper!

Did your mom even feel it
when you were fucking her

in the ass?

Yeah, mom's dead.
Just like you're about to be.

Go!

Hey, doc?

Should've honored your word
on our deal,

and gotten the fuck out of here.

Right on, Barb.

But no, no, no, you had to let

nut-vice there get to ya.

See, I keep my word.

So, you can believe me
when I say.

I'm gonna kill
the fuck out of you.

Motherfucker.

Fuck!

Do we have a spare?

Yeah, one.

Goddammit!

Okay, new plan.
New plan.

Okay.
What do you got?

We can't run forever.

Oh Arn, no.

He's got no claim on this place.

My dad built it.
It's ours!

That's a great idea actually,
what if he comes back

- the whole thing's on fire?
- What?

Yeah, it's a solid diversion.
He'll never be expecting it.

No, no, no, no.
Look, I'll figure it out.

Just... just go to the highway.
I'll take care of it.

Okay, Arnold.

I've got a plan.

What the fuck?

Fuck was the plan here, doc?

- We didn't have a ton of time.
- Yeah.

Speaking of we, where is she?

Is she gonna pop out
and brain me with a mallet?

Or is an anvil
gonna fall on my head?

You know, the two
of you together

are cartoon-fucking-stupid,
you know that?

You win, okay?

You're the King
of Cottage Country.

Isn't that what you wanted?

Yeah, I know
that is what I wanted,

but then you went
and ruined my favorite shirt,

so.

I think you just enjoy killing.

No shit.

What do you think
there might be something

wrong with me?

Empty?

Well, I wanted to
play nice with you.

Come here.

You know, this could have been
just quick and easy, but no.

Oh?

Sure you know what you're doing?

Let me help you, sweetie.

Just breathe. It's okay.

There you go. Hold it steady.
Aim.

Now squeeze the trigger.

Hey? Hey, Arnold?
Arnold? Arnold?

Come on, come on, come on.
Oh my God.

Misha?

Okay. Arnold, we can still
get you there!

Come on! Come on, come on.
Come on, come on.

You're so much stronger
than you think.

Arnold.

Stay with me.

I need an ending.
Tell me a story.

Uh.

Misha watched the sun go down,

at the Schmidt-Mueller
family cottage.

The days get shorter
this time of year.

And she worked on a garden...

purged the place of Christ,

made it her own.

Even worked on the typewriter
now and then.

In those times
that she felt lost,

alone in the world,

she thought of
the melaleuca tree.

An invasive species
in Florida's wetlands,

unwanted, even harmful
in it's displacement

of native growth.

She felt a kinship
with the tree.

A species that didn't ask
to be where it was,

that was seen as a parasite
simply because it didn't belong.

And one day she left.

She didn't know
where she was going.

But along the way to nowhere,
she found others.

And to their dismay,
they didn't remember

what the world was like before.

And so she said,

"Don't worry,
I wrote it all down."

"But if I could do it again",
she thought,

"I wouldn't be a tree.
I'd be the soil.

Pure potential."

And maybe the sense of hope
that gave her would fade.

Maybe the metaphor
would sound stupid tomorrow.

But for today, it was enough.