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(whooshing)

(sustained tone)

(music playing)

- Woman:You okay?
- Man:Yeah, I'm fine.

The door
doesn't like me.

Oh. Do you want
something to eat?

Uh, okay, sure.

There's a dog
in your house.

I know.
Isn't he adorable?

No, I mean, there's more
things in the door of my fridge

than in my fridge.

Doesn't it, like,
rattle when you open it

and make a lot
of noise?

You focus on
the weirdest things.

- I know, I know. (gasps)
-(dog barks)

(kissing)
You're thinking about it.

You're thinking
about loving me.

Maybe-- no.
All right.

Start with the first one,
we'll see how long...

There's a guy,
his name's Marty McFly.

Marty McFly, yeah.

And he's best friends
with a...

a disgraced nuclear
physicist. (laughs)

This dog should be
named "Einstein."

- Why?
- Because he looks
like Albert Einstein.

I guess so.

He's got the hair,
he's got the moustache,

he's got that Swedish accent.

- (both laugh)
- What?

Have you heard him talk?
He's talked to you.

Yeah, he-- yup.

And what
did he say?

(as Albert Einstein):
"God does not roll dice."

(laughing):
Stop.

Oh, man.

(music playing)

This is whose room?

My parents.

Parents?

Their bedroom?

- Yeah.
- It's so nice.

It's so nice
in here, right?

- Mm-hmm.
- Yeah.

Yeah, your parents'...
bedroom.

- Mm-hmm.
- Yeah.

Uh...

- (cap lands on floor)
- Oops.

And... my hat
fell off.

My bad.

- You...
- It's not going to happen.

- Why can't you...?
- Mm-hmm.

Uh, so that's
what's happening.

- Mm-hmm.
- Yeah?

- Maybe.
- Oh.

Is that okay?

- Yeah, fine.
- Mm-hmm.

- Totally fine.
- (laughs)

I was so worried...
(kiss)

that you were gonna
knee me... (kiss)

right in the balls.

- (both laugh)
- I'm so happy I didn't.

(inhales)

(music playing)

(waves crashing)

(music playing)

(no audible dialogue)

Martin:
No, you're right.

(chuckles)

Hey!

- Hey, guys,
- Martin: There he is.

How was, uh...

how was your night?

Uh... good.

Yeah, fine, good.

My daughter behave herself?

- Sure. Sure, yeah.
- Oh, good.

Good. That's good.

I... just get so worried
about her, you know?

(soft chuckle)

Think of the trouble
she's capable

of getting
herself into.

Yeah.

- So...
- So, uh...

she still sleeping?

Uh... not exactly.

W-- wait.

What the fuck do you mean,
"not exactly"?

She's, um...
she's not...

present.

(music playing)

Colder than arrows

Shot in the dark

She said

Lays you down sideways

And walks out the door

She's leaving you lonely

You'll always want more

How...

Can it be?

-Can you see it.
- (song ends abruptly)

This is Chris.

Woman (over phone):Uh...
where the hell did you go?

We need your 5D to take
the rest of the photos.

Oh, uh...
(chuckles)

Listen, I've been on
that site all day

and I've certainly put in
more hours on this project

than anybody, so, I just--

Woman:
I don't give a shit.

Just turn around and come back,

you're not done.

Are you guys gonna
finally pay me, then?

(woman sighs)

You know what?

We'll use someone else's
camera, all right?

We can take it from here,

but there's no promises

if we're bringing you
back next week.

(beep)

Perfect.

(music playing)

(emergency brake cranks)

Where is he? He's at...
right here, right now.

(exhales)

Whoa!

(squeals)

(laughs)

Whoa, jeez!

Brooklyn:
Nina Simone documentary.

Have you seen that? Crazy.

I just like when she's doing
her comeback or whatever

and someone gets up
and she's like...

(quietly):
"Sit down."

(laughs)

Amazing.

What is this?

It's a picture.

It's this low-budget,

action superhero thing
that I worked on.

They hired me to take pictures
of behind the scenes and stuff.

It was pretty fun.
It was called "The Henchmen."

What's a henchman?

What's a hench--
henchmen are the bad guys

that the bad guy hires.

(laughs)
Fuck.

- No.
- Okay.

Don't make fun of that, okay?

That was pretty
important because

that's the only paycheck
I made last month,

so, to me, that little movie
was like "Deer Hunter."

Yeah, no, it's...
it's good.

Like, you're
getting better...

- for an amateur.
- Well...

Like a really
mediocre amateur.

Let's remember
that in high school

I was voted "Boy least likely
to exceed expectations."

- (laughs)
- So I'm living up to that.

I missed this.

Yeah, I could take it
or leave it.

But seriously, though, why...
why did you come back?

'Cause I thought
when you left,

you were, like,
gone forever.

No one told me
you came back.

(sighs)
Yeah, I kind of
kept it on the DL.

Yeah, but why?

Where's your mom?

I really wanted to see her.

(soft chuckle)

Yeah, you've been...
you've been away, haven't you?

- Did they separate?
- Uh, no.

Okay, you know what?
We don't have to talk about it.

I feel it
getting really heavy

Let's just leave it alone.

How long has it been
since I've seen you?

I mean, you've had enough time
to grow this... thing.

Thing? You don't like this?

(laughs)
No.

Oh, I thought it was--

I guess it's been
since that party.

Been about two years, you know?

And I-- I'm sorry that
I didn't go with you guys

or follow you around Europe
like we talked about.

But think about it, me,
you, your boyfriend...

it'd be weird.

You weren't supposed
to follow us.

Just a visit...
would've been nice.

You have to get over
your fear of the ocean

or flying over it,
or whatever you're hung up on.

No, no, no,
thalassophobia is real, okay?

Plus... I don't
really like fish.

You're just like my parents.

The border is
literally right there.

Just go look at it.

Wait a minute,
your dad's from Boston.

- This isn't a quiz.
- Mm.

I finally convinced
my parents to go on a trip.

Oh, that's good.

That's nice, yeah, sure.
So what cultural landmark

- are you subjecting them to?
- (typing on phone)

Fucking Cancun,
bitches!

- Ah, no, that's great,
it's beautiful, of course.
- They treat...

New Year's Eve
like V-Day.

Wait a minute,
you're going with your parents?

- Mm-hmm.
- You're going on another trip?

You just got back
from globetrotting, okay?

Why don't you
just chill out?

Mm... no.

And... I don't
want to go alone.

Then take your boyfriend.

I would.

If I had one.

James moved to Oslo
without me.

And I'm fucking
sick of windmills.

I think you're thinking of
two different... places.

Do you have a girlfriend?

- That's a no.
- What?

Okay, that
settles it, then.

That's why I came over.

I really want you
to come to Cancun.

What?

I'm going out west
in the spring for school,

so this is kind of like...
(clicks tongue)

you know,
my last hurrah.

And it can be
just like old times.

We can rekindle our
beautiful friendship.

Wait, you're moving
away again?

I hung out with snubbed-nosed
monkeys in the wild!

You can't just sit still
when there's stuff like
that out in the world.

Yeah, um...

there's no way I can go.

I mean, there's just
no way I can afford it.

I've been looking at these
numbers, you know, for months.

I'm in the red with
all my student loans.

- Who cares?
- I care.

You live at home,
you're not gonna die.

And it'll be worth
every penny, I promise.

And this is my way
of saying goodbye

to my sheltered parents.

(sighs)

I experienced
crowded trains,

and hostels
all throughout Asia.

And when James
wasn't screaming at me

and I had a quiet moment,

I thought a lot
about this place.

And you.

Isn't that the most adorable
thing you ever heard?

(chuckles) Okay, it's great.
And, listen,

it's too bad that
you feel like you always

have to do this.
I mean...

why don't you just focus on
staying put for a while.

You know? Stop trying
to live off the grid.

I mean...

it's a shame that
there's nothing here

that makes you want
to stick around.

Ugh.

But I think maybe--
maybe you should.

Well...
(inhales deeply)

maybe.

Maybe if there was someone

who traded in
their parka

for a sombrero,

then I would be Whistling Dixie
right about now.

I can't go!

- I can't!
- Just say yes!

(hits guitar strings)

Sí. Sí, amigo, sí.

You are a horse's ass.

Oh, great, here we go.

Dad, help me out.

Explain to this
dunce over here

why even considering this trip
is ten bags of fucked.

Relax, Michelle, he's not going,
that's not his style.

Am I right or
am I wrong, son?

Why is Brooklyn even
back in town anyways?

Did she tell you?

Uh, yeah, apparently
she's on the run from the mob,

- so...
- Fuck you.

This makes no sense.

What girl invites
her guy friend

on an all-inclusive vacation

with her family for New Year's

in Mexico?
That's messed up.

Maybe she's just
a really nice person.

Ew! Gross!

You're a bigger
dandy than I am.

Well, no one's arguing that.

And stop making your
best friends chicks, okay?

That's how you
dry up a fucking vag.

- Christ!
- Hey, I got a PhD
in slamming clams, bruh!

- I think I know.
- Oh, Jesus Christ.

Look, is Jorah Mormont
from "Game of Thrones"
your idol or something?

- I don't know who that is.
- Follows around Khaleesi.

You know. You fucking
watch the show. God.

Why do you let her
talk to me like this?

I don't know.

Michelle:
Like, why?

Why do this to yourself?

What? Oh, listen,

I haven't even responded
in, like, a week.

So nothing's booked yet.

You felt something
in your loins

when you saw her today,
didn't you?

No. Just relax, okay?

No, I didn't-- well, maybe.

Okay, so, yeah, so what?
So maybe I did.

Listen, I don't see this girl
for two fucking years,

then all of a sudden, boom!

There she is again
right in my face

forcing me to deal
with whatever it is

I got going on with her
all over again!

I mean, I thought I'd come
a long way from this,

but, clearly...
no, I haven't.

Look, I hear you.

I do, but you can't
go on this trip.

Fucking no,
you just can't.

Listen, I know
what you think.

You think that you do
one deed for this girl,

and all of a sudden,
everything's gonna change.

You're gonna
run away together,

you're gonna fuck
like criminals,

and that's it,
happy ever after.

That's fucking bullshit!

You fucking know
that that's bullshit,

and you know it.

When it comes to love...

I know.

When it comes
to love, I know.

- When it comes to love...
- Mm.

- When it comes to love...
- You know?

I know.
Can I finish? Can I?

You just got to find somebody
that, at the end of the day,

you can be happy with.

Somebody you can stand,
based in reality.

Someone you can just share
a bank account with, right?

- Unlike my fucking
ex-wife, that bitch!
- Oh, okay.

(phone vibrates)

(door opens)

(music playing)

(no audible dialogue)

(plane engine roaring)

- (beep)
-Holas, amigas.

We're minutes away
from boarding our plane.

Just, so, uh...

- What the fuck?
- (laughs)

- It's like, uh...
- Mr. Baker...

- What channel are we on?
- No, this is Periscope, sir.

It's the fucking
internet, Dad.

This is my father, carbon dating
sets his birth year at 27 B.C.

All right, that's enough,
you two.

So, like, you get
cable with that?

- (scoffs)
- No.

(music playing)

Brooklyn:
Hey, can, um...
you call the lifeguard?

'Cause we're about to
drown in some tequila.

Oh, boy, we're
doing this? Really?

- Yeah.
- Okay.

All right. Uh-huh. Mm-hmm.

Mm-hmm!

Mm. Thank you for that.

- Coming in hot!
- Whoa, hey, no!

(laughs) You can't
do that with this thing.
What are you doing?

- (camera shutter clicking)
- Keep doing that,

but now you're
a streetwalker from Budapest

who volunteers at
a soup kitchen.

Just go with me
on that one.

This is great.

(laughs)

(camera beeping)

(chuckles)

You know,
it's so weird.

Like, you think,

think, like,
after all these years...

this is where
you and I end up.

Yeah.

(no audible dialogue)

Chris:
When was the last time
you saw James?

I don't know.

Like a year ago.

Wait, what?

So you've been home
this whole time?

Yeah.

But...

why even come home if
you didn't want to see anyone?

Who knows, Chris?

(music playing)

Oh!
(laughs)

Oh!
(laughs)

Martin:
I don't think you can find

a better quarterback
than Brady.

You know. No.
He was smart.

He knew he didn't have
the legs, but, uh...

Hey, hey, Chrissy!

Chrissy boy,
come here!

Chrissy boy!

- Ah.
- Come here.

Mr. Baker,
you're still going.

- Oh, yeah.
- You're like some kind
of rock star.

Hey, Christopher, Christopher,
you got to meet this beaut'.

This buddy of mine,
Rex.

- Hey, how's it going? Chris.
- Hey, how's it going?

Look at this guy!

Look at that
motherfucker, hey?

(laughs)

This boy goes
to Michigan State.

Starting quarterback?

You know, back in the day,

back in the day, back, uh...

eh, back in the day,

I used to work out

so fucking much.

I mean, look at
this motherfucker.

(grunts, laughs)

You know, that's where you know
what a man is made out of.

It's right up here
in the shoulder meat.

Yeah.

Back when I was
your fucking age,

I used to work out
all the time,

so fucking much.

And I was really
fucking spiritual.

Boys, I could do
whatever the fuck I wanted.

Oh, shit.
(chuckles)

And my fucking dick,
boys,

any time,
anywhere.

I could fuck
like a machine.

I could fuck like a woman
wanted to get fucked.

(laughs)

Rum and Coke.

Make it a double,
andcuatro, amigo?

You know what?
Why don't you just

smash my head
against the bar.

Could you do that?
Muchos gracias.

I need to forget about
that conversation

I just had
with your pops.

Hey, Chris, how are you?

Uh, this is Rex.

- Hi.
- How are you?

The party's here.

Is it?

(foghorn blowing in distance)

(laughing):
What are you doing?

(laughs)

I don't know.

(sighs)

So where's
Mr. "Life of the party," huh?

Where's that guy?

Um, he thinks burping

is, like,
the coolest thing ever.

Well, don't knock it
till you try it.

Super cute.
(inhales sharply)

And how about you?
Have you seen any cuties?

What, here?

- Yeah.
- Here, me, cuties?

Uh... no, not...
not yet...

anyway.

(Martin talking
indistinctly)

How come I never
see you date anybody?

You're such
a nice boy.

Yeah, it's, uh...
because, I get

distracted easily.

You know what,
motherfucker?

Anytime!

(men arguing indistinctly)

Man:
You need to go to bed.

Come on, be a man.

All right,
you're from somewhere,

they're from somewhere.

Everybody's from somewhere.

Oh, come on!

What the fuck is this?

- I think you guys are...
- Get out of here.

Get the fuck
out of here!

Go fuck yourself,
cocksucker!

Chris:
Everybody's here
for a good time.

One foot in
front of the...

- Martin: You know what?
- No, no, no.

(grunts)

Okay, if you tell me
this is about Deflategate,

I'm gonna throw
this in his face.

Fair and square.

The Pats won it
fair and square!

Brooklyn!

I fucking warned him!

Chris:
Hey.

Hey, Mr. Baker?

It's all good.

Now security did try to
eject you from the resort.

Okay?
You understand that?

But they didn't.

So...

have a sandwich!

Christopher...

never have a daughter.

Sometimes it's...

it's a blessing, right?

And sometimes it's just
a fucking sadness.

Right, Brooklyn?

(door shuts)

You happy now?

(music playing)

(no audible dialogue)

(slurring):
I think I'm in trouble.

Que?

Oh, uh, just...
my friend.

Pretty messed up.

(chuckles)

Um... you a local?
You a tourist?

Well, I work in here,

but I have an American passport

and my mom grew up
in Ensenada.

Yeah, I don't think
I understood any of that.

(laughs)

So... you are Canadian?

Ah,oui,madame.

- I'm Chris.
- I'm Ava.

I work here with
a lot of models.

And let me tell you that

Montreal girls are
just unbelievable.

I want to marry,
like, five of them.

- Oh, yeah, of course.
- Mm-hmm.

Well, there's kind of
a reason for how they look.

Oh, there is?

Yeah, um...

Yeah, have you ever heard of the
story of "The King's Daughters"?

(laughs)

Oh, my God.

Yes, I have.

- Really?
- Yeah.

We were just talking
about that the other day

and one of the girls
told me that

it's about a bunch of
brides of King Louis,

and that he sent
them to Quebec, right?

And it was, like, a hundred
of years ago, right?

- Yeah, yeah, oh, amazing,
yeah, exactly, yeah.
- (laughs)

Yeah, he basically
hand-picked like 800

of the best girls in Paris
and just sailed them

down the
St. Lawrence River.

And they stopped off
at King City--

"King City"--
Quebec City,

Trois-Rivères
and, uh, Montreal.

And that's why a lot of
people attribute, you know,

the fact that Quebec
women are so stunning

because they kind of are...
"The King's Daughters."

And all my people
are known for

is a crater that killed
all the dinosaurs.

Ah, well, God bless
the Yucatán.

(laughs)

And what about your friend?

She's another of
"The King's Daughters"?

Chris:
Uh, half, yeah.

She's kind of
like a Daywalker.

(laughs)

It's just like me.

I've been here
for a year.

And every night I sit down

and I see how this city

chew up people
and spit them up.

But you know what?

I will never trade this
for anything.

I don't know.

Missouri's pretty nice
this time of year.

(laughs)

So that's
where you're from?

No, I just assume
it's terrible.

(laughing):
Oh, God.

And...

tell me something,

what's her story,
though?

Are you here
with friends,

on a group trip,
or... what?

Uh, it depends.

On how many are
in a group trip.

Whoa, so...

there are just...

you two?

(sighs)

I think that she
really needs your help.

Y--Yeah, um...

(loud club music playing)

(no audible dialogue)

Brooklyn:
Open sesame!

(with accent):
Yeah, open says you.

- (laughs)
- Closed, says I.

Okay, do you want
this one or that one?

- (laughing): That one.
- Okay, all right.

Stop laughing.

Stop hitting
my head on things.

Did I?
I'm sorry.

(normal):
It's good to use your head.

My head's pretty hard.
It's okay.

Right. Are you
gonna be okay?

(sighs)
Um...

Okay, I'm gonna...

I'm gonna go
do something.

(sighs deeply)

- You didn't close the door.
- (door rattles)

Yeah, I know.

Hey, Brook.

Just leave-- leave the bathroom
door unlocked, okay?

Door unlocked.

I got it.

I'm just gonna
have a bath.

- (door closes)
- (chuckles)

A bath?

- That is weird.
- (water running)

Especially at this...

Okay, it is way too early
or late to have a bath.

All right, you have the bath!

I have this.

(snoring softly)

(snorts, sighs)

(grunting softly)

Hmm.

(gasps)

Oh, fuck.

Brook?

Brook?

Br-- uh... hey.

Were you crying?

No, just...

give me ten
more minutes.

I'm coming out.

Well, I thought...

You've been in there
long enough.

Brooklyn, you...

- Brook?
- (door locking)

Are you locking the-- Brook?

- Did you just lock the door?
- (water running)

Open the door.

Brooklyn, you got to
come out of there.

(sighs)

Brooklyn.

Brook... open the door.

- (knocks)
- Brook, unlock the door.

Fuck sakes.
Okay.

I'm coming in.

Okay.

All right, now it is
time for bed.

Okay.

Here's what
we're gonna do,

I'm gonna do this,

you get up.

(children laughing
and playing outside)

(sighs)

- Chris?
- (breaths deeply)

Why am I naked?

Are you serious right now?

Hey,

- it's tequila o'clock!
- (groans)

(thunder rumbling)

Hey, fucko.

(grunts)

You come near
my daughter again

and I'll stuff a pigskin up
your fucking ass sideways,

you cocksucker!

Oh, and one other thing,

go fuck yourself.

(music playing)

(groans)

(scooter engines revving)

Brooklyn:
I can't believe I took
two baths last night.

- (laughs)
- Why... didn't you stop me?

Well, because you
bolted yourself in.

There's nothing
I could've done.

- (groans)
- (giggles)

Did you, um...

did you see
my bits?

Uh, kind of, yeah.

But, then...

you passed a gasser, so...

- What?
- Yeah.

Here's an instant replay,

you just went...
(imitates fart)

And then you said,

"It sounded
like a dolphin."

(imitates vomiting)
And then you threw up

in the trash can,
so well done!

It was really the stuff
that dreams are made of.

Oh, my God.

Oh, my God, what the fuck
is wrong with me?

(laughs)
I don't know.

But, uh...

luckily after that, it was
pretty hard to stay mad at you,

so... I mean, come on.

I'm not made of stone,
you know?

But...

I think it's time
that I ask the question.

I-I still have no idea
why you came home...

and... went all
Howard Hughes.

'Cause last night was
an utter annihilation.

You never used to
party like that,

at least not
when I knew you.

I know they do stuff
different in Europe, but...

- It's not that.
- Well, then what is it?

I mean...
is there something

or is it just the fact
that we're here in Cancun?

There's something.
(chuckles)

What?

(sighs)

When James and I
were travelling

and flying
all over the world,

it... took a toll.

I saw a lot
of crazy shit and...

eventually my mind
just couldn't handle it.

I became manic.

And... when we
were in Paris,

I didn't sleep
for a whole week

and I was a 24-hour
party person.

And then I started
having delusions.

I would watch TV
or read the newspaper

and I would think that they
were talking about me, like...

they were out to get me.

I was living in between
a dream and reality

and I just couldn't tell
where the fuck I was.

So...

James hospitalized me
because, fuck,

what else do
you do, right?

I was in a French
nut house for about a month,

and then my mom flew in
and took me home.

And then I was
in and out of their care

and psychiatric hospitals
for awhile after I got back.

It's been a long, slow climb
back to a normal life,

but... I'm getting there.

Fuck!

I'm sorry.

Coming here was
a really bad idea.

You should've told me
this before we left.

I need this to
prove to myself

and my parents that I can
walk through the worst of it.

Listen, I know last night
seemed bad and...

I'm sorry that I didn't
tell you sooner,

I just...

I didn't want you
to look at me with a...

stigma.

(chuckles softly)

All right.

I mean...

everybody gets one,
right?

(music playing)

(cheering)

(no audible dialogue)

Light it up

Light it

Light it up

(no audible dialogue)

(cars honking)

(whistles blowing)

(music playing)

Oh, my God.

Hey!

Hey.

The white guy
with colored eyes.

- Yeah, yeah, that's me!
- (laughs)

I saw you earlier
at Mandala.

Uh,sí.

Why'd you leave?

Mm, I was talking
with a guy

and he made me
so uncomfortable,

so I left.

Was his name Arturo?

Uh, yes.

- Mm, yes, yes.
- Yeah.

My friend's got her tongue
down his throat as we speak.

So cheers to leaving.

Wow, so... mm!

Good news.

You're out of being
her bodyguard.

Yes, and it was the best
decision I ever made.

Obviously.

How come...

how come whenever I see you,
you're always alone?

Because I'm not
an alcoholic.

Oh, really?
'Cause drinking alone

is what alcoholics
do best.

(laughs) No.

It's because I'm friends with
every bouncer on the strip,

so every time that I came here
with a group of people,

the lemon drops
and the cranberry vodkas
never stop coming.

It's like a hip-hop
video every night.

(both chuckle)

I'm here from 9:00 to 5:00,

so I ain't got up on Tuesday.

- Yeah!
- No!

I ain't got up on a Tuesday.

- I ain'tgoing upon a Tuesday.
- I'm going up...

- Yeah.
- Fuck.

- All right.
- Mm. Mm-hmm.

(laughs)

Funny, right?

(music playing)

(no audible dialogue)

(music playing)

So, um...

you like what you do?

Yes.

It has its trials
like anything else,

but, yeah.

I live in paradise.

- It's true.
- (chuckles)

I like people.

I like talking
to them,

and the people in here
is just chill.

Mm-hmm.

I used to live
in California.

Oh. Awesome.

Yeah, I never
been there.

Eh, it's overrated.

(both chuckle)

So...

where have you been?

(inhales sharply)

Here.

Here?

That's it?

My dad took me
to Buffalo once.

But that was
just to get pants.

And I was nine.

Pretty much asleep in
the backseat the whole way...

- (laughs)
- so it doesn't really count.

- You missed out.
- (laughs)

Uh, but, yeah, no, this is
my first time on a plane

and first time
in another country.

That's adorable.

You're adorable.

Mm. And you're cheesy.

(both laugh)

And tell me,

why do you like
to take photos?

Well...

I don't know.

Uh, all right,
um, yeah.

Um...

a few years ago, my mom,

she went in for a scan.

And she kept waking up with
these, like, pounding headaches

and these dizzy spells
and everything.

So, um...

yeah, the doctors,
they found this, like, lump

around the size of a quarter

pretty much, like...
right there.

You know, they...

tried to remove it
and everything, but, um...

So, yeah, after
the funeral, um...

I was trying to put all
these photo albums together

and I realized that, like,

all the childhood photos
of my sister and I were gone.

They just were missing.

(inhales sharply)

And I think as the years go by,

it's... gonna be
even more difficult

to remember what it was
like back then, you know?

So... yeah.

I think what I'm doing
with my photos is...

trying to make up
for those lost years.

I'm so sorry...

- Oh, no.
- ...about your mom.

(sighs)

It must have
been terrible.

Yeah.

Yeah, but...

(inhales sharply)
that was a long time ago.

And, uh, now I'm here,

with you, so...

Yeah, and...

you never told me.

What? That I'm a robot
from the future?

I thought everybody
knew that.

Hey, shut up.

(laughs)

You never told me...

what's the deal between
you and the girl.

Ah... come on,
what are you doing?

We were having
such a nice time.

Yeah, but you keep saying
that you're just friends.

And there's
a story in there.

What's going on?

Yeah, sure, there's a history,
obviously, you know.

We dated in high school
and everything,

but that was, like,
a really long time ago.

And... she's doing her thing
and I'm doing my thing,

so it's fine.

(laughs)

I don't know why,
but I think

that it's a little bit more
complicated than that.

No, that's it,
that's the story, I promise.

Uh-uh.

(chuckles)

You Canadians are
just like...

- so nice...
- Yeah. (chuckles)

...that you can never end
the relationship in a bad way.

Mm-hmm.

You have to stay
close forever.

Oh, ho-ho.

(sighs)

Well...

Wait.

Are you leaving?
What's going on?

Yeah.

I have to wake up
early tomorrow

because I have to work

and we're doing
our event,

the... New Year's Eve eve
at the Palazzo.

Oh, yes, of course,
I mean, you know, even...

more important than
Christmas Eve eve

is, of course,
the well-known New Year's...

- Eve eve.
- Eve eve.

- Yeah.
- (laughs)

Um, okay, all right.

Well... um...

it's really... great
hanging out with you.

Mm... so... we...

No, no, no,
we are not gonna kiss.

- No, of course.
- No.

Did I give you
that vibe?

Yes, I did.
(laughs)

No, I...
I was just going...

- I'm so sorry.
- I was going for the hug!

- No.
- It was just a hug.

I just get out of

a very serious
relationship.

Ugh!
Of course you did.

- Don't put that on me.
- (laughs)

You have your own
shit to deal with.

Yeah,
but I thought...

- Uh-uh.
- it was a thing happening...

- And I'm...
- here.

I have to go.

All right.

So, um...

we ever gonna...

talk again or...

we done here?

(sighs)

You know what, Chris?

Let's take this moment
for what it was.

I help you out after
you watch your ex

making out with
a random guy at the bar.

And...

my work is done.

(music playing)

(door closes)

(music stops abruptly)

-(music playing)
- (waves crashing)

I woke up this morning and...

she wasn't in her bed.

Jesus Christ.

Wait, wait, wait,
wait, hold it.

You left her alone
in a club last night?

Not-- not really.

I mean, we there and we were
there for like a couple hours,

and then she met
this local guy.

And, I mean, she--

Look, I love hanging out
with your daughter,

she's great and
we have a lot of fun,

it's nice that
we've reconnected,

but at the same time,
I mean...

I don't want to be
like a mother hen.

No. No.

It's not your responsibility to
look after her like that, Chris.

What were you gonna do? Drag her
out kicking and screaming?

She should've left
when you wanted to leave.

Yeah, well, I'm sorry,
I should've, like, stayed longer

- or tried harder to get her.
- No. No.

- I'm really sorry.
- Don't beat yourself up.

Hopefully she's okay.

We'll figure this out.

All right, I'll go around
the beach a few times,

uh... talk to
the front desk and, uh...

- Yeah.
- Whoa.

Yep, yep.

Uh...

hey.

I can tell that...

you were told on
some level about...

Brooklyn's little
episode overseas.

Yeah.

It was not right of us
not to tell you

what you might be
dealing with.

What her father I have dealt
with since she's been back.

I apologize for
putting you through that,

Yeah, no, Ana,
no, no, no.

Don't be sorry.

It's... it's fine.

I mean, it's new, but...

but it's fine.

I... I can handle it.

And, hey,
like you said,

we'll figure this out.

- Yeah. Yeah, we will.
- Yeah.

It's gonna be okay.

Fuck.

Ana:
So you haven't heard anything?

Not a peep. No one's
e-mailed, texted or called.

It's 2:00 in the afternoon.

The fuck happened
to my daughter?

I think it's time
we talked to the front desk,

figure out
our next step.

Chris:
Yeah, yeah,
and I'll go up to the room

and get her phone
in case anybody calls.

(music playing)

Why'd you leave?

Ava:
Mm, I was talking with a guy

and he made me
so uncomfortable

so I left.

(knocks on door)

Yes, Ana?

(music playing)

(claps)
Well, come on,

tell me the story,

and it better be fucking good

'cause we were scared
shitless about you, Brooklyn.

Okay.

Um, so, after you left,

Arturo and I hung out
at the bar for a bit.

And, um...

eventually we left, too.

Together?

I'm just asking.

So I was bragging
to him

about how cool
our resort is,

and he really wanted
to come back

and check out
the bar.

Okay, we just met.

I was not gonna sleep
with him, but thanks.

Okay, continue.

Anyways,
when we got back,

they wouldn't
let him in.

And I went to
the front desk

and I told them that,
you know, he was a friend,

he was guest, but they
said, without a pass,

that they couldn't
let him in.

So I thought that
was pretty shitty.

And, um... I kind of made
this rash decision

that getting loud and obnoxious
would produce results.

So... I don't really
remember much,

but, uh... all of a sudden,
we were surrounded

by security guards

and there
were Tasers...

- Wait, what?
- Yeah.

You know, we were
gonna leave,

like, we were
gonna leave,

and then they
zapped him.

Him-- Arturo?

Like he El
fucking Chapo.

Holy shit.

So, me thinking I'm the hero
that Cancun deserves,

I jumped on the back of
one of the security guards

and started hitting him.
(chuckles)

And then,
next thing I know,

I'm in the back of
afederalecar

headed to, like, the scariest
prison cell I have ever seen

in my entire life.

I felt like Clifton Collins Jr.
in "Traffic."

Jail?

Y... you were in
Mexican fucking jail?

When did
all this happen?

I don't know,
like 4:00 a.m.?

Four...

You've been M.I.A.
for like 11 hours

and no one on the resort
knew where you were?

Yeah, but it was fine, Arturo's
friend came and bailed us out.

Oh, that's fine,
yeah, good, good.

How long would you have
been in jail if he hadn't?

36 hours.

(sighs)
Ay dios mio.

Do you have any idea
what you've caused your--

Your mom was gonna
have an aortic valve

burst in her goddamn
chest and drop dead.

They're both out there
looking for you right now.

You told them that I didn't
come back last night?

Of course!
They're your parents.

(sighs) They can't know
what actually happened.

(knocks on door)

Uh, who is it?

Ana:
Ana.

Uh, yeah, uh, hold on.

Ana:
Jesus H. Christ, Brooklyn.

I know, I'm sorry.

Christopher told me.

Were you really out

all night with a boy
you just met?

Yeah, it was nothing,

we just snuggled
in a hammock.

- That's all.
- (scoffs)

Ana:
Do you know how dangerous

doing something
like that is

without telling
anyone?

Brooklyn:
It's okay, I'm here,

I'm fine, he's gone.

Ana:
What were you thinking?

It was just fun,
nothing happened.

Ana:
All right.

Just... don't
do it again.

Brooklyn:
I won't.

And the Oscar goes to...

Just an honor
to be nominated, really.

You really don't care
about anything, do you?

I mean, when is all
of this gonna end?

It's better she believes a lie,
Christopher.

I'm in a nightmare
right now, okay?

This is, like, crazy town.

I got to go. I got to get
away from you for awhile

and just...

- I'll see you later.
- Chris...

(scoffs)
Oh, my God.

(door shuts)

Excuse me?

Are you sharing a room
with a guest named

Brooklyn Baker?

Yes.

Hey.

Brook.

I got-- I got
some bad news.

You have to
get up.

Right now.

And pack.

What?

They're kicking...

You're getting kicked
out of the resort.

Are you fucking
kidding me?

Brook, you attacked
a security guard.

No. No, no, no,
I have to go talk to them.

There's nothing
you can do.

Their head of security just
stopped me in the hallway.

And, actually, it turns out
that youwere the one

who refused to
give up your name.

Which is why they
couldn't contact anyone

in the resort
to bail you out

until the security guard
recognized you

when you...
came back just now.

That's bullshit.

Look, I gave them
the wrong room number

but, if they see you,

you're gonna get escorted
off the premises immediately.

Then I'm just gonna
have to throw some
fucking elbows, aren't I?

And end up back
in Guantanamo Bay?

Where you going?

Brook!

(music playing)

Okay...

I know I made some
mistakes last night.

We have to work
something out.

My dad, he's never been
on a plane before and...

my mom, she's a nurse
and she deserves to be here.

Me getting kicked out would
just absolutely destroy her.

I understand,
but what happened last night

was a serious offense.

I'm truly sorry,

there is nothing
I can do.

I know, but...
you can do something,

you can just let me stay.

We have zero tolerance

for violence.

Okay.

This is gonna sound
confrontational,

but your men, they attacked the
person I was with last night.

We were gonna leave,

and then they just
Tasered him out of nowhere.

I have never had
any issue with my staff

being abusive.

Oh, my God, none?

Really?

Listen.
(sniffs)

I swear I am telling you
the truth

and I am not lying, okay?

You can see the bruises
all over my body

and I am not being paranoid.

I'm sorry,
but that is just
not possible.

I was in a jail cell
last night,

do you understand that?

I was locked up
fucking abroad.

And your men
should be fired.

And you, you have
the power to do that,

but you just won't
fucking do it.

Okay, if you are going to
use that words with me,

I have nothing more
to say to you.

I'm just upset because
I made one mistake.

One mistake can be
all it takes,

if it is a big
enough mistake.

We have rules here.

Well, you and your
fucking rules suck, then!

Okay, your friend
has until 4:00 p.m.

After that, she will be
arrested and charged.

Wonderful.

(music playing)

I was doing good.

So fucking good.

That's what can
happen sometimes.

The police?

Took me months
to finally realize

that no one was
out to get me

and then, last night, my own
fucking delusions come true.

I snapped, Chris.

Can't believe
I'm getting kicked out.

What are we supposed
to tell my mom?

- Hey! There you are.
- Oh. Not again.

You didn't show up
at the restaurant.

Uh, yeah, sorry,

we were just figuring out
what to do with our day.

Well, if you're
not too busy,

Martin and I were gonna pay
for you guys to go parasailing.

(crying)

I thought you
liked parasailing.

Jail?

Oh, Jesus Christ,
Brooklyn!

Brooklyn (in Boston accent):
Like father, like "d'awdda."

You lied straight
to your mother's face!

Kind of like how you've been
lying to us all these years

about being sober.

Hey, look at me now.

Oh, yeah, two days.

Where's your chip, Dad?

Martin! Brooklyn!

This isn't
helping anything.

We'll talk all about this
when we get home.

Brooklyn...

there's no other
hotels available.

Nothing we can all
afford at least.

There's nothing?

Christ. No.

And, frankly,
I'm a little tired

of helping you
out of these jams.

Fine.

Maybe it would do you
some good to go back home

and reevaluate some
of your life decisions.

(thunder rumbling)

(music playing)

(no audible dialogue)

Chris:
This is not the airpor--

um...aeropuerto?

Chris, I'm not leaving.
Not yet.

- (angrily) What?
- There's a room available here

and I have an Amex
my parents don't know about.

Gracias.

- Brook, Wait a second, what...?
- Okay, this...

is happening.

No, it's not, okay?

And not on your own.

I know
all you want to do

is just meet a sexymamacita
here in Quintana Roo.

And I've done nothing
but ruin this trip for you.

I have fucked
everything up.

And that last place,
that was for families.

This...

this can be

just for us.

No distractions.

I want to finish
this week,

this year,

on top.

With you.

And I have to
prove my mom wrong.

I am strong enough
to do this.

And I am way too close
to just stop now.

Brook...

this entire week has been
a roller coaster for me.

I know.

So let's fix that.

(speaking Spanish)

Uh, yeah,
uh... yeah.

Just, uh... meet me back here
at 5:00 with your stuff

and I'll cover you.

(suitcase clattering)

Brook...

At 5:00.

(kisses)

(music playing)

Ugh!

(phone vibrates)

Fuck... a dick.

(over phone):
What a story.

Yeah.

I don't know
what to do.

I mean,
it seems pretty obvious.

Leave the bitch.

Going to jail,
getting in fights?

What the fuck, man?

-That's nuts.
- I know.

What's going on
with you, though? Like...

So you don't go to this other
hotel with her, then what?

I don't know,
I rat her out to her parents

and then let the chips
fall where they may.

And then

do what I can
to get myself home

and make back some money
before I default

on my dumb-ass
student loans.

(sighs)
Okay.

Listen,

you know that,
in the past,

I've been with
some serious

daddy-issue-fuck-ups myself,

so it's really hard
for me to say, you know,

what's right and what's wrong
when you're out there

in fucking Cancun
with fucking crazy pants.

But, I mean,
look, I...

I settled down,
I got married to my wife

who bored me to tears.
(chuckles)

Clearly. That's why
we're not together.

Uh, it's not her fault
that she sucks.

So it's hard for me
to say, you know,

"Go run off with
that fucking Amy Winehouse,

crazy bitch you got
there in Cancun.

So, ultimately,
it's up to you, it is.

But... (sighs)
What do you...

what do you actually want?

What do you believe?

I believe
writing someone off

just 'cause they're
a little unhinged is...

kind of a cop-out.

I mean, I like to think
I'm better than that.

Michelle:
Oh, okay, Gandhi.

Well, riddle me this:

have you actually
made a move on Brooklyn,

you fruit?

Not really.

Michelle:Listen,
you're burying your feelings

with this whole
white knight, good guy,

go with the flow horseshit.
No one believes it.

Guaranteed Brooklyn doesn't,
no fucking way.

Whatever she does,
positive or negative,

it drives you
fucking wild.

You want to put

a baby in her belly.

Just fucking admit it,
man!

Fuck, I want to.

I know! I know, okay?

Like...

how do I still
feel this way?

I mean, I'm more
messed up now

then I was in high school.
(chuckles)

I am fucked.

This is what she does.

This...

is what she does.

Michelle:
I told you,

no one should agree
to go on a vacation

with their hot
ex-girlfriend, okay?

It was a bad idea
to begin with.

Look, the guys
Brooklyn's hooking up with,

they're not any
better than you.

They're just beating you
to the punch.

That's all it is.

You have to be the hero
in your story, okay?

You have to be the one
that changes things.

You can't just sit around
and watch it happen right
in front of you,

it's fucking-- it's a waste
of your fucking time.

Look it. Don't let anyone
ever make you feel

you don't deserve
something in life.

Whether it's at
your hotel or hers...

fuck, finally have some fucking
fun out there for fuck's sakes!

Beautiful speech.

You get that
off Instagram?

I want to burn
your face with hot oil.

(music playing)

(no audible dialogue)

(bag unzips)

Martin:
If I could tell just
one thing to you, Christopher,

don't have a daughter.

What I was telling
you before, you know,

a boy, you know
what he is,

there's no surprises.

(sighs)
When Ana here was pregnant

with our own
very little baby girl,

I knew I was fucked.

Fucking done.

(sighs)
Every time she walked
home alone late at night,

every time she talked to
somebody who was suspicious,

I was fucked.

Fucked, you understand?

Sometimes in this life,

you know, parents,
you do things...

that aren't right,
you make mistakes, you know?

(sighs)

But I honestly believe
nothing could've prepared us

for the last year.

That's what I get for
naming her "Brooklyn."

(chuckles)

Ana: Listen, coming here
was a mistake,

we know that now.

I wanted to believe
Brooklyn was okay, you know?

Out of the woods.

When I first
flew her home,

I had to deadbolt the house
from the outside

to keep her from running
out into the street.

She thought the neighbors
were being kidnapped.

Constantly.

It's not your
responsibility, Chris.

And we're not
asking you to go.

But the reality is...

if we go to that hotel
and try to get her,

she might run.

She's done it before.

Ava!

Hey!

What are you doing here?

I just stopped at your hotel

to drop off a few tickets for
my New Year's Eve eve event.

Right, of course.

You and your friend

should come.

Oh, uh...

yeah,
that's probably...

probably might not happen.

Why?

Um...

Are you leaving?

Not really, I mean...

I thought that you
have a few more days.

I do.

I have two more days.

But I...

I got to leave here.
I...

We're going to this
other resort because...

it's... I...

stupid story.

Do what you
need to do.

Thanks.

Ava.

Never mind.

Brooklyn:
I did not pack enough bikinis.

Just so you know...

I'm calling
the shots now.

Oh, yeah?

Word!

(chuckles)

I'm responsible
for you.

Good or bad.

And I'm not your bodyguard,

I'm not your brother,

I'm not your dad,

I'm me.

And I got you.

So we'll do things
my way.

All right?
So no more craziness,

no more Arturo,
nothing.

Stick with me...

and you're going places.

N'est-ce pas?

All right.

It was a bad high five,
but I'll take it.

It was weak,
that was weak.

(music playing)

(music blaring from outside)

Uh...

(clears throat)

I, uh...

just gonna go down
and get some breakfast.

Okay. Um...

I'm probably just
gonna stay in today.

Yesterday was
kind of intense.

Do you want anything?

Uh, yeah,
just hold on.

I, uh,
got you something.

Holy smokes.

Yeah, I got it when I was
waiting for you yesterday.

So, hopefully, you're
over that thallasa...

(laughs)

...whatever
the fuck it is.

Yeah, yeah, me, too.

Maybe you can be
the next Jacques Cousteau.

Yeah?

Or at least...

at least get some sexy
upskirts on the dance floor.

(chuckles)

This is amazing.

I know it doesn't really
make up for all the craziness

that has happened, but...

hopefully it's a start.

This is really great.

So am I forgiven?

- Bring it in!
- (squeals)

(laughs)

Thanks a lot.

(music playing)

(music playing)

(singing in Spanish)

Brooklyn:
So what's up?

Chris:
Listen, I...

(door closes)

...I know that you're going
through a lot right now.

Um...

so I'm just gonna...

put this out there.

It's just not the same
without you!

- Aw, Christopher!
- (chuckles)

Chris:
So I'm implementing
an executive order.

The townspeople...

they need their queen.

Well, then...

get me
my fucking dragons.

(music playing)

(no audible dialogue)

(as Bane):
Oh, drink-o-cam.

I was born
in drink-o-cam.

You merely acquired-- oh!

Drink-o-cam.

We have to get ready
for New Year's.

I call dibs
on the shower

and... no looking
this time.

I wasn't even looking
the last time.

(humming)

Don't fucking
look at me.

Why are you
looking at me?

- What are you...?
- Whyare you looking at me?

Were you trying
to look at me?

- Why are you looking at me?
- Do you want me to look at you?

No! Stop looking at me!

Where am I
gonna look?

Is that why you unlocked
the door the other night?

- Huh? Huh?
- Hey, I didn't unlock the door.

- Yes, you did.
- I had to make sure
you were okay.

Were you trying to
see something?

- You know what? Just listen!
- Let's fight! No, get off.

- Stop it.
- Get off of me...

Okay, let's just
calm down, calm down.

- Just get off of me.
- Calm down.

- Just calm down.
- Get off of me.

Just... calm down.

- (laughs)
- No, stop.

You have to stop
hitting me, okay?

Got it?

Good.

Okay.

No, what?

- (laughing)
- Brooklyn, stop!

What are you--
what are you doing?

You were trying to look
at me, weren't you?

No, I'm not
trying to...

What...?

What are you doing?

Do you love me?

No, Brook, you can't...

do that. You can't
ask me that question.

- Yeah, I can.
- No, you can't.

- Yeah.
- Stop-- Brooklyn, stop.

We should go
to Paris.

We're already...
somewhere.

- Come on. What about Dubai?
- No, I'm not going any...

- No, I don't know
what's happened.
- Come on!

- Brooklyn...
- We should.
I really like croissants.

Yeah, they're...

What are you doing?
What...

is going on in
your mind right now?

Just...

You have to relax.

Stop.

Okay, I believe you.

(taps Chris's stomach)

(quietly)
What?

(sighs)

Look at you.

You look so cute
in that outfit.

Gracias.

You're awesome.

(chuckles)
That's the booze talking.

No, it's the Brooklyn talking.

(chuckles)

How much do you love me?

How much what?

When we're both 40,

and if we're single,
that's it,

I am stealing you.

We are getting hitched.

(chuckles softly)

Well,
then on that note,

here's to the greatest
New Year's Eve

- in the history of the world
-Salud.

(music playing)

(cheering)

(no audible dialogue)

(cheering and applause)

(music playing)

(yelling,
arguing indistinctly)

(grunts)

Hey!
Wait a minute!

Brook, wait up a second, okay?
What the fuck was that
all about?

Arturo's part of some
fucking cartel or something.

I don't know,
we got to move.

Where do you fucking
find these people?

Me? Where the fuck did you go?
You disappeared!

What the hell are
you talking about?

I went to the bar
for two seconds,

turn around and poof!
You're gone.

You're like a fucking
shitty magician.

(angrily)
Me? Me?

The guy who's been looking for
you for the last hour? Me?

Yeah, you abandoned me!

What are you
talking about?

Goddamn it, Brook.
Ever since,

ever since this trip
has started, okay?

I've had to deal with
some 'roided up dickhead

from the last resort,
that asshole

and then deal with you
ending up in Mexican Alcatraz.

What do you
want from me?

You have to stop

because you are putting
both our lives in danger

and you are sucking
the life out of me

and everyone else around you!
And you don't even see it.

And by the way, who the fuck's
name is tattooed on your back?

You know what?
You said it yourself,

your day was shit
without me.

So you had to pull me back
into this fucking nightmare.

I was so okay
in that hotel room,

but, no, that wasn't
good enough.

That's how everybody
treats me.

If I'm not the life of
the party, then what good am I?

Yeah, so it's
my fault now?

Oh, my God.

Stop treating me like
I'm your little princess

from high school.
Get over it!

- That was six years ago.
- You still think that?

- You still think that's
what this is?
- Yes.

- Get over yourself.
- I think you're getting
a little cold

in the friend zone,
aren't you?

I am so sick
of you judging me

and the decisions
I have made.

You have no idea
what I have been through.

What I've sacrificed,

the life that
I have given up.

I have grown and gone out
into this world.

And, yes, I am going
through some shit,

but what the fuck
have you done?

(scoffs)

Fucking out of here.

(fireworks exploding)

Brook...

Brook!

(scoffing)

(chuckles)

(music playing)

I was my mother's
only daughter

I got my drinking
from my father

I've seen my share
of stories

From inside a bottle...

(song continues quietly
over stereo)

Well, I burned
all my bridges...

Um... thanks
for the ride.

Thanks for coming,
Chris.

Really.

Yeah, Christopher,

it was great spending
all this, you know,

time with you and...

I'll walk you
to your door.

And somewhere to hide

(music playing)

Listen, I just...
want you to know that

I regret what
happened last night.

Arturo wanted
me to leave

and go home with him.

I refused,
so he got mad.

Yeah, well, I guess that
kind of thing happens

with guys
you just meet.

(sighs)
Yeah.

I'm sorry if I ruined
Cancun for you.

Yeah, me, too.

You know, ruining
Cancun for you.

No matter what kind of
stuff you're going through,

obviously, I was the wrong guy
to take on this vacation.

I held you back.

I've recovered,
okay, Chris?

And, yeah, it's still
a part of me,

but, what you saw,

that was just me,
not the problem.

Mm-hmm.

What do you
think's happening?

The Joshua Tree

We're losing Chris.

Chris:
Yeah, listen, I don't know
what happens from here on in,

but...

I'm really worried,
Brooklyn.

I'm really afraid
that something bad

is gonna happen to you if you
keep living your life like this.

Okay, take it easy.

(music playing)

(keys jingle)

(engine starts)

(camera beeping)

Oh, man

I got lost

Oh, man, I got lost

Oh, man, I got lost

Oh, man, I got lost...

(music playing)

Excuse me, miss?

I think you
dropped this.

Oh, my God.
(chuckles)

It's been awhile.

Uh, yeah.

Yeah, it has.

(chuckles)
Again.

Yeah. Yeah.

Uh... where are you
going so late?

I'm heading out
east, actually.

A little delayed,

but I
switched schools

and I'm finally getting
my degree on.

Except don't think anybody
else is on my flight.

(soft chuckle)

Yeah.

This place is kind of
a ghost town right now.

Um...

is that the only reason
that you're going out east?

I found out about Rue.

Unfortunately,
where we come from,

word travels pretty fast.

I'm really sorry I haven't
reached out to you

about all that yet.

I just...

(sniffs)

It's, uh...

There was...

(sniffs)

I was not expecting
to talk about this today.

- Jeez.
- Yeah, I'm sorry.

- I didn't...
- No, no, no, it's...

- I wasn't thinking.
- (sniffs)

It's okay.

Um...

The truth is,
the last time I saw James,

he was
borderline homeless.

And...

the authorities didn't want Rue
living in the same household

as my recovery.

Unfortunately,
we did the right thing.

But... my dad took it
the hardest.

(sighs)
I didn't tell you because...

I trust you,
it's just,

back then,
I didn't trust anyone.

I heard they finally
gave you visitation, so...

that's good.

Yeah.

Her parents
are just so nice.

And... she...

she is hilarious.

Yeah, I bet.

(laughs)

(sighs)

It's crazy to think Mexico
is already a lifetime ago, eh?

Yeah.

(chuckles)

Moms really misses you.

(music playing)

Are you all right?

Yeah.

Listen...

I'm gonna say this,

but it's just to clear
the air about everything.

Brooklyn,
I was in love with you.

And I think
you knew that.

That entire trip
in Cancun,

and...
(scoffs)

probably a lot of years
before that, too.

And...

blindly and stupidly as any
person could've been in love

with anyone else.

And I tried to convince myself
that I was over you.

But, obviously,

that was bullshit.

So when we went
on that trip,

I tried to put
everything aside.

And just go with it.

Let you do what you do,
and I do what I do,

and meet other people,
and... whatever.

That evening
at the Oasis,

and then that
cartel guy, and...

I just didn't know
what to do anymore.

So, I'm sorry,
but I snapped.

I thought I was strong enough
to handle everything.

But I wasn't.

And that was really
unfair to you.

And I'm sorry.

(inhales sharply)

When my mom brought
me back after...

being abroad
for all that time,

I spent my days
pregnant

and crazy
in her basement

trying to
get through recovery.

(sniffs, sighs)

And then they took
my baby away.

I needed those days
in Mexico to just...

feel alive again.

Fight off
the depression.

I had my parents convinced
that I was okay.

And...

I used you to
keep me in check.

(sniffs)

I'm sorry, too.

It wasn't worth it.

Well, I mean...

wasn't all bad.

(both chuckle)

(inhales)

So, where are
you off to?

Oh, um, well, I kind of,
sort of made a contact

in South America.

So I'm gonna meet up with them
and do this photo session...

- underwater, actually.
- (both laugh)

Wow. Paid?

I damn well hope so.

(laughs)

I'm really glad
I saw you.

Yeah.

Well...

I'm gonna pull
the chute.

Yeah, yeah, okay.

Yeah.

I love you,
Christopher.

(music playing)

(no audible dialogue)

(people chatting, laughing outside)

Brooklyn:
I love you, Christopher.

Have a good flight,
"Domestic."

Yeah.

Adios,
"International."

Chris:
She was...

that girl.

But...

she wasn't the one.

(music playing)

(no audible dialogue)

I was stuck in quicksand.

And everything that
I went through...

was worth it.

Because...

it led me to you.

My duchess... of Cancun.

(music playing)

Faced away towards
the desert rain

Lost sight of the goal

Let me come astray

Grab my bags

And hop the train

I love that
slow rolling style

Headed off

To get rid of my past

Wind is my shadow

And I won't crawl back

Gonna find myself

A future to grasp

Oh, a new life

I'm gonna find

But could you help me out?

'Cause I'm falling behind

Seven days spent

Trying to find what's mine

I think I might be
losing my mind...