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Okay, two more months and we're overseas,

which should give Dave plenty of time to practice

and stay in the pocket next time.

Oh, man, I was in the pocket.

- Was he in the pocket? - Ehh.

I don't think he was in the pocket.

-Hey, guys. -Oh, you were so good.

Thank you so much. Here, I can only do a couple.

My wife's staring daggers at me.

There we are.

My wife's gonna yell at me.

Here you are.

Oh, jeez. I remember that.

Thank you so much. Sorry, guys. That's all I got time for. Okay.

Do you mind?

Sure. Uh...

Jeez, is this my first album?

-Have you got a pen? -No.

No?

Okay. Uh...

Sorry. Next time.

Sorry, guys.

Okay, sorry, guys. I'm sorry.

I have to see my wife. I'm so sorry.

-Hi! -Okay, let's go.

I know it's late. Next time we'll get a babysitter.

- We'll just go. - So?

I was kind of bored.

God! God. Like a dagger to my heart.

Are you serious? I saw you smiling.

You little liar.

- Of course you were. Jeez. - Hey, Ez.

Need to see you, man.

Oh, Ezra, no. It's way past her bedtime.

I know. Two minutes. Two minutes.

It's Dave. I've got to get paid. Come on.

Uh, give me two minutes, okay?

-Okay. -Two minutes?

Two minutes.

How you feeling? You tired?

-Mm-hmm. -You wanna sleep on me?

Okay.

Dad will be quick.

Oh, yeah, man. That was...

Oh, man.

It was so good to see you back, man. And they loved you.

I know, I forgot what it felt like

to be in front of a live audience.

- Ahh. - But they were in, man.

It was amazing. I closed my eyes and suddenly...

-Yeah? -...you feel it again.

Ez, I told you, man.

We've been down this road for a long time,

and any time you wanna come back,

these doors will always be open for you. You know that.

Thank you for having me here the last three days.

It-- it saved me. Sarah, she's been...

It's been tough.

And congrats on the album.

- No. - Oh, that's sweet, baby.

- Oh, man. - That's good.

Well, let's hope people start listening to jazz again.

We'll get there, though. Hey,

one looking for the road, baby.

Oh, I wish, man. I can't. I'm driving. I got the little one.

- Oh, yeah. I hear you. - Help yourself, though.

Hey, believe me. Believe me, I will. I will.

-If we can... -Oh, yeah, yeah, yeah.

- Yeah, man. - Listen...

it's a little-- little thin

-this time, but... -Hey, man.

We'll get you. It'll be better. All right, man?

No, I understand.

Hey, go on the road, do your thing, you come back, we'll--

There'll be a big fat wad of cash for you next time, man.

Man, your mouth to God's ears, my friend. I love you.

-I love you, man. -Hey, you too, baby.

Go do your thing, hey?

-Okay. -Yeah.

Hey.

Go do your thing, Ez.

Ezra, the next couple of months are gonna be so tough on me.

-I just need some help. -And I can help whenever I can,

but I-- I still got to do my work.

Oh, baby, I'm sorry. Are you waking up?

With you being gone, I just need--

I just need a little bit of support.

I'm feeling really stressed out.

I understand. I'm doing the best I can.

Can we not do this in front of El right now?

Okay. Okay.

-Shit. -Where's the car?

Shit, I parked in front.

Okay.

- I think Mommy's mad at Daddy. - Yeah, I can see that.

Oh, you can?

Okay. What do you think I can do to make it better?

I really don't know.

Take her on holiday?

- No. - No?

No.

Why didn't I play your favorite song?

I don't know. I sometimes think people are sick of hearing it.

Anyway, you always sing it much better than I do.

You wanna give it a go?

Okay, watch your head, honey.

Watch out. Okay.

Tell you what.

You can use the trumpet as a pillow.

You okay? All right, baby.

Oh, come on. That wasn't that bad, was it?

Poor thing fell asleep.

Sadly not in her own bed.

No one wants to listen to jazz anymore.

Jesus, Sarah. I can't do anything else.

At least El will have great taste in music.

What?

Well, either that or she-- she'll hate me forever.

Hey!

Please!

El!

Okay. Okay.

It's okay. Hey, I'm here.

I'm here. I'm here.

You're okay.

Okay.

It's all right. It's all right.

It's all right. It's okay.

It's gonna be all right.

You're all right.

It's all okay. It's all okay. It's okay.

Hang in there.

It was an accident.

The truck was transporting a, uh...

Fresnel lens...

to Shallow Point Lighthouse.

-A what? -A lens.

It sits on top of the lighthouse, spins around.

I don't know.

Somehow it came loose.

Didn't think you were gonna pull through, but...

yet here you are.

We'll continue to investigate,

but it looks like it was just an accident.

I wanna see them.

My family.

Nobody told you?

No...

Hey! Hey, hey. What are you doing?

You fall, you're not gonna be able to sign off on the work.

Huh? You the new guy?

Look, the work's almost done. Took long enough.

This one's temporary but should be good to go.

I got some paperwork for you to sign back in the office.

Old lighthouse keeper liked to keep 'em for his records.

You do what you want with 'em. I bill the city directly.

Eh? Come on, let's go.

Heights give me gas. Let's go.

You sure you should be going up and down

these stairs in that thing?

I had to keep my guys on hold for three weeks

'cause of this whole situation. OT alone killed me.

You hear what happened? Hell of a thing.

First one fell off the back of a flatbed. Can you believe it?

Then my guy's all ready to go, and...

damn thing didn't even make it.

Get my hands on the guy who tied that thing down.

I'll be fighting with insurance at the end of time over this.

Total waste of my time.

My second house in the Hamptons,

it's gonna get a mortgage.

My wife Jennifer's been complaining about it.

I told her, you know what?

This is her fault as much as anybody else.

She made me hire her nephew, Clarence.

The kid's a moron.

I've never seen an idiot walk and talk as much as this guy.

I'm surprised he can walk and talk at all.

Stop sending me your family members.

I gotta employ everybody and their mother.

It has cost me so much money as it is.

I'm gonna have to take

my daughter's braces back out of her mouth.

This massive lens...

...flattened a car, just like a pancake.

Can you believe it?

Well, there you go.

I didn't make a dime on this job.

I tell you, what a pain in the ass.

You coming? Jorge!

Take your hand out of that guy's pocket.

What a way to go, right?

Kind of ironic. Flatbed.

Eh, what are you gonna do?

Just need your John Hancock over here

and, uh, I think we'll be done.

We got, uh-- Ah, yes, sir.

This will give you full ownership of the lens.

That's all you need.

Got a pen?

Pen. Pen. I got a pen in here somewhere. Yeah.

Here we are.

There you go.

Any problems, give us a call.

Thank you.

Oh!

Can I get my pen back?

No.

Okay, keep it. I got another on the truck.

Good luck with the job.

God.

Hey.

Hey.

Hey.

Wakey, wakey.

Mama's here.

What the fuck? Who the hell are you?

Ezra.

Where's Larry?

I-- I--

Son of a bitch.

He did it.

He damn up and left.

What a fuckin' guy.

You don't know where he went, do you?

No. He said he was gonna leave, but that we'd go together.

Yeah. Bastard.

He didn't have the guts to tell me.

So...

So.

You're the new guy.

Uh...

Well, new guy...

you got mail.

You see Larry, you tell him it's too late for him.

I've moved on.

Hey.

Wait.

Wait.

Hey, this isn't for me.

I-- I--

What happened?

Hey. What happened?

Oh...

God damn it!

Don't know how many times I have to tell them this.

Lock the damn door!

Every fucking morning I walk by, I gotta see the same shit.

Jesus!

Lock the damn door!

Jesus.

Okay, you could try and take away her matches,

or her lighter.

Yeah, you're right, she'd probably just use the stove.

Okay, so open some windows.

Close the door to the room, okay?

And I'll be home soon.

I gotta go.

Sorry, your-- your locks?

Locks?

They're over there.

-How much? -Four bucks even.

Thanks.

Excuse me?

You're Ezra Cooper, right?

-Can I have a drag? -No, later.

-Your mother's here. -Come on.

Hey!

-Grandma, come on. -No!

Ow.

Oh, shit.

- So? - I was kind of bored.

God!

Any time you wanna come back,

these doors will always be open for you. You know that.

Oh, fuck.

Hey.

Wait, wh-- whiskey!

What?

Whiskey?

I got a whole bottle down at the house.

It's not gonna drink itself.

What time is it?

Does it matter?

Hey, come on.

Hey.

I got you. I got you. Hey, here we go.

It's okay. It's okay. Okay.

Oh! It's okay.

I got you.

Come on.

All right. Here we go. Come on.

Here.

I got you.

Here.

Fifteen years in that orchestra.

Fifteen damn years, and--

and those sons of bitches replaced me.

Bassist for a keyboard player.

For five years, my life was-- was good.

Then it's not.

My-- my girl left me because I'm broke.

And she's marrying, guess who?

The keyboard player.

So...

my gift to both of them was...

me dead.

Here.

What's that?

Exactly what it looks like. It's rat poison.

For what?

So you can kill yourself.

That's a little much, no?

I don't think so.

And it's better in here. It's warm, dignified.

No, no, no. Has to be big.

You know, me, dead on the rocks.

A corpse.

There's some waves hitting it, you know?

This... splatter.

It's fuckin' poetic.

The moment your body hits those rocks,

your brains are gonna be worn on the outside, and...

seagulls pecking at your eyeballs.

And it's gonna be a mess.

Maybe I want a mess.

I gave her everything.

She said it wasn't me.

It was me.

Now...

I ain't got shit.

Uh, you want my two cents?

What you're feeling right now is gonna pass.

And then you're gonna realize that she wasn't the one.

And when it's real,

you'll know it.

Better yet, so will she.

Yeah, maybe, right?

What's wrong with your trumpet?

It's gonna be okay.

I mean, it's whatever. She's never coming back, man.

Never coming back.

You gonna be okay?

Yeah, um... sorry, man, I'm a little--

-little light on cash. -Oh, yeah.

-For a taxi. -Here.

What do you need, like...

-Twenty okay? -Yeah, thank you.

-I'll pay you back. -No, don't worry about it.

-It's fine. -No, it's cool.

-We're boys, you know? -Yeah.

-You're... -Yeah.

Was.

You tried to hide.

I knew it was you.

I knew it!

I knew it was Ezra fucking Cooper!

Other way.

What?

Other way.

Okay.

Love you, man. Thank you. I'ma pay you back, I promise.

Don't worry about it.

What the fuck?

Hey!

Hey, man!

What are you doing?

Hey, stop that! What--

What the hell are you doing? Stop!

I said stop!

Ow!

Ow! Shit.

Ow.

God--

What happened?

I thought you'd done a Larry and bounced.

But here you are.

What are you doing?

You're very cute, you know that?

Looks like somebody got something special.

-Oh-- -I fuckin' love flowers, Ezra.

Oh, no, I-- I think-- I think you misunderstand.

I love flowers.

I-- I'm sure you do, I just--

-Hey, listen to me. -You're sweet.

-And shy. -I didn't. I didn't--

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

They must be-- they must be for the other guy.

I'm so sorry.

That bag of shit leave a number or anything?

I, uh...

You see that no-balls Donnie Becker son of a bitch,

you tell him...

this train has left the station.

You hear me?

Yeah.

Same goes for you, too.

Okay.

Huh?

You say something?

-No. -Sure

I thought I heard "come back."

Oh, my...

Hey!

Hey, I warned you!

Hey!

Hey!

Hey!

Stop, what are you doing, man? Stop!

What are you doing?

Shit!

Hey, stop!

Stop! What are you---

Are you okay?

Gosh!

Who was that?

-I have no fucking idea. -Come on.

Yeah, I owe my friend some money,

I came by and this guy was beating his ass.

Right there.

You lucky I didn't kill you, asshole.

He wasn't trying to kill himself.

This one just escaped from prison a few nights ago.

May have been trying to fake his own death.

You need to lock him up forever.

-That's what you need to do. -No, I'm fine.

-I'm fine. -Sir, I really think

you should go to the hospital.

I don't wanna go to hospital. No more hospitals.

Man, someone tell this guy to shut the fuck up, please?

You have a pretty big contusion.

Jesus, will you shut the fuck up, please?

- Right there. - Shut the fuck up!

Fuck.

When I was a boy, I had a dream.

I think it was a dream.

I was standing outside a mirror closet.

And God was talking to me.

He said, "If you trust me,

"you can go inside

"and all will be revealed."

All will be revealed.

And so I did.

I opened the closet

and... the devil was sitting on God's lap.

And they were both laughing at me.

What the fuck is this guy talking about?

And they were both laughing at me.

Man.

Man and his relations with God.

Man is so full of contradictions.

Right?

On one hand,

he is God.

On the other hand,

he's the devil.

The choices he makes are what shapes him.

It's a choice of what he shows the world.

In the mirror...

Look.

Look.

In the mirror.

Made you some food.

All you had was soup or cereal.

Cereal it is.

No.

Man...

Man, um...

I hear this music.

I look at you.

Even if I never met you, I still know it's you.

Man...

I saw you, you know, play in New York

years back at the Smalls.

Yeah...

It must be amazing

have all those people just screaming for you.

All eyes on you.

Ezra Cooper.

You know why they call Charlie Parker "Bird?"

He got a fondness for birds?

Mm-mm.

He soared above the notes.

Yeah.

I mean, to do that, to...

to really do that...

...to take those 12 notes,

make them your own, to truly transcend the music.

You have to empty your soul.

But then that comes at a price, you know?

And you're left gutted.

A shell, petrified you won't get there on the next one.

And then the next one.

So you just keep going until there's nothing left of you.

Just a carcass.

And that's when the booze comes in.

And the drugs...

give you the sense of confidence you can get that one more time.

And one more time.

They found me strung out in some back alley in Sicily

the morning of that show.

The album that defined my career.

I don't even remember making it.

Yeah.

Or maybe I was already dead, who knows?

I heard about the accident.

I'm sorry, man.

Yeah, me too.

Stop!

Hey!

Stop!

Wait, go back!

So be careful coming off the bus, all right?

Let's go one by one.

Don't go too far.

Um, let's go over here.

Just wait here.

Okay? Over here.

Over here.

And just play for a moment.

I'll be right back.

Wave goodbye to John.

Thank you.

Okay, I'll be right back.

Hi.

Uh... We're, uh,

we're here for the-- the tour.

Tour? What tour?

St. Luke's Elementary School.

We have a tour scheduled today.

Oh! Oh, um...

Yeah, uh...

Yeah.

Yeah, I can show you around.

Definitely. Um, just give me a sec.

Okay, sure.

Australia. New Zealand.

How about things you might draw?

I forgot the pill.

Oh, my gosh. I'm so sorry.

Um, okay, just need water.

Here, okay.

Um, excuse me, I'm sorry.

Can, uh-- Is it possible to get a glass of water, please?

I'm sorry I forgot it.

You okay?

You all right?

Hi.

Uh-- Hi.

Um, just a glass of water?

Sure.

-There you go. -Thank you.

- Thank you. - Hey.

Yeah, they had a tour today.

I didn't want to wake you.

-Okay. -Okay.

Have fun.

I'm Sam.

Hannah, and this is Jack.

Hey, Jack.

-Shall we? -We shall.

All right, let's go.

Let's go, let's go.

All right, kids!

Who wants to see the lighthouse?

Me!

Yes!

Wait, you lost your hair--

You really lost your headband. Come on.

That's what it is.

-Are you from here? -Born and raised.

-Nice. Cool. -What about you?

Nah, Chicago, originally.

-Oh, okay. -Yeah.

I've never been to Chicago.

-It's windy. -Yeah?

Yeah, real windy.

Guys, did you guys know Chicago is so windy,

they make towers?

When the wind hits the towers,

they sway like this.

Okay, I have a question.

Who can remember what year the lighthouse was built?

Um, 1860...

Hmm...

We went over this.

I know you know.

He's scared of everything.

-Okay, all right. -1874.

Ah, 1874, that's my boy.

Well, I guess they don't make them like they used to,

right kids?

This way, guys.

All right, guys.

Who wants to see the light turn on?

- Me! - All right, here we go.

Whoa.

Watch how it spins around.

Oh-- Let's go, let me see.

Oh, come on!

There it goes.

It's because it's very, very old.

It's called a Fresnel lens,

and they say that this lens saved a million ships.

Sometimes they can be as big as 12 feet tall.

- Whoa. - Yeah. Really big.

Does anyone know why we have lighthouses?

-Yes? -So that the ships and

the boats can see where the land and rocks is,

-and they don't crash. -Yeah, exactly.

It serves as a warning so ships can see that there's

land or rocks or shallow water.

Does anyone know how tall this lighthouse is?

What, 68 feet?

No.

Okay, who?

-You. -100?

Oh! So close.

-106? -You remembered!

Yes, 106 feet.

Damn, that's tall.

-It's tall. -Oh, sorry. Sorry, guys.

My God. Also, it's, uh, it's the second-oldest working

lighthouse in America, so it's very, very special.

What-- what are you, into lighthouses?

I did my research, and I like to read.

I haven't read a book in years.

Maybe you should.

-No, too much reading involved. -All right.

-That's usually... -Gotta actually

-open the book, so. -...how you read a book. Yeah.

Okay, kids, let's go outside,

and maybe we could try to find a sea cucumber?

Miss Hannah, I want to go to the bathroom.

Anyone else has to use the bathroom?

Me.

-Okay, well... -Go inside? Is that okay?

-Yeah. Yeah, of course. -Okay, thank you.

All right, kids, come on, let's go.

-Come on, guys, this way. -Come on, everyone out.

I think that's the right...

Way to the bathroom.

Does anyone else have to go to the bathroom?

Okay, come on, this way.

You know what that is?

Yes, it's a trumpet.

Yeah, it's a trumpet.

You know how to play?

-No. -You want to?

You know, it's not that hard.

You could learn, God forbid.

Jack?

I think you should put that down now.

Hey.

I'm sorry, he's, um...

He's curious, and he loves music.

Oh, it's fine.

I was curious at his age.

I play the bass.

Well, I used to, you know.

I could teach him.

-I'm hungry. -You're hungry?

- Yeah. - Yeah, well...

All we have is booze, so, uh...

Okay.

Thank you for everything.

Of course. Anytime.

It's nice to see you again.

Come on, guys, let's go.

- Let's go, guys. - Remember the bass.

Yes, the bass.

How you holding up?

Yo, Ezra.

Do you believe in a...

...love at first sight?

Oh, God.

Oh, hey.

Hi.

-Come on-- come on in. -Thank you.

-Hey. -Hi.

It's funny, my wife never used to put a knife out on the table.

And I-- I always just got upset about it.

Now I just use a fork, and I don't even need the knife.

So stupid.

- My goodness. - So you really made this?

Yeah. A hearty meal.

Yeah, it's a good meal.

Using my hands.

Very undignified.

What is in the rice? Do you use butter?

- Top secret. - Top secret?

Top secret.

Uh, this might sound kind of weird, but, um,

I think we should toast.

I mean, I haven't had a home-cooked meal in so long.

I want to say thank you to our chef, Hannah.

To our chef.

And I want to celebrate.

To the best chef in the world.

-Cheers. -Cheers.

Okay, so tell me, you're a chef,

you work in a hardware store, you're a tour guide,

you're anything else we should know about?

Mmm, that's about it.

How-- How'd you know she works in a hardware store?

I've seen her a couple of times.

By the way, I want to say I'm sorry for how I acted.

I know I must have looked quite a sight.

- Oh, it's okay. - There was a...

lot going on.

Oh, man, it's uh...

it is good to have a real meal after a while.

I don't think I've had anything solid, just alcohol.

Hey, you know, guys, you know what, um...

I have an idea.

What is it?

Where's my guitar?

Ah, it was a good show.

Thank you for coming here tonight.

And thank you, just...

Just to be around humans, you know.

Show's over.

Yeah.

I think I should probably get him into bed.

- Hey. - Mhm ?

Hey, buddy.

How you doing?

-I gotta finish this song. -No, no, no.

I think we played enough for one night.

-Come here. -Jamming...

Let's get you into bed.

You all right? Hang on.

Watch the table. Watch the table.

-We were jamming, man. -Yeah, we were.

No, you were so good.

You're like Jimi Hendrix.

I play what I play.

I'm not finished,

just gonna lie you down for a little while, okay?

Come on.

-Everything's moving. -Let's go to bed.

All right.

All right.

Oh--

You scared me.

I've never been up here before.

Wow.

Now, the few times I have been up here, I don't think I ever

took a minute to appreciate just how beautiful that is.

It's one of those things I found out about when I was a kid,

and I just could see it, like, colors or something.

You know, my father loved your music.

Really?

-Yeah. -Oh, my God.

He must've had terrible taste.

That he did not.

He was a-- a jazz fanatic,

or jazz enthusiast, I think they say.

They do say that.

He couldn't believe a 17-year-old made that sound.

Yeah, that was a long time ago.

I swear he listened to your records so much

that he would wear them out, and he would just, hours, hours,

he would talk to the record like he was actually there.

He'd point out every little nuance of what you were playing.

I don't think I would have had any idea, either.

Huh.

You know, your music reminds me of him.

When I listen to your stuff, it's...

it's like I can see him clearly,

like, as clear as I see you right now.

It's like he's right there in front of me.

I mean, sometimes I play, and I hit a certain note,

and it... it takes me back to when I was a kid.

The first time I was in love,

the first time I really cried--

-He said the same thing. -Oh, wow.

And people yelling and shouting in the distance,

you know, I guess that's music as well.

-That's life. -It's life, it is.

What you were saying earlier about the trumpeters,

all-- all my favorite people, it's like very few people

-classically trained. -Yeah.

It's like they could see the notes.

-Right. -They didn't know what

they were going to play, they could just picture it.

Yeah.

Oh, I thought that was beautiful.

I think it's what made me pick up the trumpet in the beginning.

Come in?

I'll make you the worst cup of coffee in the world.

Come on.

Thanks.

I'm kidding. It's great.

The best worst coffee I've ever had.

Mom, I'm thirsty.

Okay.

Here. Have mine.

-Hi. -Mm-hmm.

-Remember me? -Mm-hmm.

-Snazzy PJs. -Mm-hmm, thanks.

Jack, you little shit,

-why are you still up? -I was thirsty.

I was getting some water.

Don't you sidetalk me!

I was thirsty and I'm allowed to be thirsty.

What's wrong with it?

He had a whole box of chocolate chip cookies.

-Okay, Mom. -Yeah. No shit, you're thirsty.

-Let's go to bed. -Who's that?

Who's that in the living room?

-Don't you worry about it. -Who do you mean?

I'm going to go check to see.

Are you going to come back tomorrow?

-Maybe. -Oh.

If you do, please bring your trumpet, okay?

-Yeah, sure. -Oh, okay.

Can you also please play my favorite song tomorrow?

-What's your favorite song? -Well, you know.

See you, Ezra.

I had a pen this time.

I'm sorry. I took the liberty.

My own signed copy.

-Thank you. -Yeah.

Is that your mother?

That's my ex's mother.

She's a little crazy.

Sometimes we find her wandering the street

or just yelling out a window.

Just, "help, I'm being kidnapped."

-Oh. -Yeah.

It's Jack that I worry about.

Why?

His-- his father left when he was young and

ever since he just... hasn't been the same.

He's socially awkward and he doesn't really

have many friends.

It's just a lot for him.

I feel I'm weighing on him and...

-there's not much I can do. -Yeah.

I get it. He's 10?

Yeah, he's 10.

Yeah, my daughter was 10.

That's a tough age, but you'll pull through.

Oh, Hannah, I left my purse in the car.

Can you get it before it gets stolen?

Yes, Mom.

Come with me.

You must be Larry.

Sheryl dropped by.

Yeah, she did, actually. Twice.

Does she have anything to say?

No, nothing. She said nothing.

Hey.

Hannah.

-Sam? -Hey.

Hi.

Oh, I got you a latte.

Two sugars, one milk. Same way I like it.

Okay.

Oh, uh, listen, um,

I can't stop thinking about you.

Like, um, it's like, I know this is off, like,

left field, but...

I want to ask you something.

Sam.

Please don't.

I went by the lighthouse earlier.

Have you-- have you seen Ezra?

Yeah, I have. Um...

We've been spending time together.

I don't know what to say.

Sam?

-Ah! Jesus, fuck! -How could you?

What the hell are you talking about?

-What are you doing? -How could you?

What?

-Ah! -Everybody treats me like

-I don't exist. -Are you crazy?

What are you talking about?

You always make me look like a keyboardist.

- Shit! - She was mine!

-Hey! Sam! Sam! -She was mine!

Stop! Sam! Sam.

Hey. Stop-- Hey!

-Come on! Come on! -Fuck you!

Hey! Stop.

Okay? She was never yours. She was never mine.

It's not real.

I love you, man.

One more thing.

Asshole.

Yeah. You, too.

I'm gonna find you a perfect spot.

You're gonna be right here.

You're gonna get fresh air.

You're gonna get sun.

You're gonna have water.

'Cause I'm still here.

I'm not going anywhere.

What's this?

It's for you.

I hope it's the right one.

Let's find out.