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There's no place like home.

There's no place like home.

There's no place like home.

There's no place like home.

There's no place like home.

There's no place like home.

I'm sorry, I just...

This isn't working for me.

What is it now, Imogene?

Okay.

I don't know about you, Ms. Rossi,

but there's not a chance in hell that
I'd go back to some crap-farm in Kansas.

After seeing all that Oz has to offer.

I mean, it makes zero sense.

You guys are with me
on this, right? / Mmm-mmm.

That is the way this story ends.

It's a classic!

It's also a little provincial,
if you ask me.

I didn't.

Can I at least suggest some more
appropriate line?

No! You will do the lines as written
or I am giving the lead to Stacy!

There's no place like home.

There's no place like home.

Home is really fabulous!

Home is where the heart is!

Blah... Blah... Blah.

Joe, I need a taxi.

No problem.

This is Peter.
Leave a message.

Hi, it's me again.

You never came home, so I assume
we're meeting there?

Uh, I hope you're okay.

Call me.

This is Peter.
Leave a message.

Hey, it's me.

If you get there first,
would you wait outside?

I'd really like to
walk in together.

Oh, by the way,
I just passed the place

where you held my hand
for the first time.

Call me, please.

Call me.

Shit.

This is Peter.
Leave a message.

Okay, I just got here,

and I'm walking in.
Are you here?

I'm here. I'm putting
my phone on vibrate.

So just text me, so I can find you.
I'm here. Bye.

Hi. Imogene Duncan.
/ Mmm-hmm.

Two years ago, a young man from Newark,

broke into the Whitney Museum
by smashing a window with a brick.

He wanted to look at the pictures.

The crime committed that night had
nothing to do with breaking windows,

or living in New Jersey.

It had to do with denying a child.

Hey, where were you?

I was stuck on a call.

And that's why the Where The Art Is
Foundation was created,

so that no child ever has to
break a window again.

The idea just sort of came to me,

when James and I were on our honeymoon.

And I realized that I want to be more
than just a wife,

and an author, and an interior designer.

I know, I've been thinking the same thing.

You know, it's been
weighing on me.

But are you even married?

Oh. Mostly. Basically.

We live together, and
we've talked about it.

Keluarganya Peter turunan Belanda.

Yeah, and they're a very
progressive people.

You know, they believe in a spiritual union,
where your souls are bound.

That's what he said to me,
which is very romantic.

It's like how gay people
used to get married.

Oh, Austen and I are starting
a charity for that.

For gay people?

His younger sister is a lesbian,

and we just really wanted to get involved.

Wonderful! / Wow!

I didn't realize she was a lesbian.

I knew she was a lesbian.

I mean, I went to Spence.

Oh, I heard Andover had a lot of them, too.

Yeah.

Isn't that where you went
to school, Imogene?

Andover? No, that's Peter.

So, where did you...

She's from New Jersey.

Oh.

I love that sculpture

of Abe Lincoln.

That is phenomenal...

He's got a little smirk.

What's he thinking?

I'm stuffed.

They really went all out tonight.
It was so fun.

You know, tonight really made me
contemplate how lucky we are.

And all the beauty that
we just take for granted.

You know, all the museums, the park.

The 100-year-old buildings.

The trees... / Imogene...

I should move out.

What?

I've already started
looking at apartments.

What are you talking about?
/ Look...

I can help you with rent
for a couple months

until you figure out what to do.

You're serious? Peter!

You said our souls were bound.
You said that.

I told people that you said that!

This isn't about souls, all right?

This is about whether two people
really go together.

Imogene? Libby wants to see
you in her office.

Right away.

Is that your family?

Oh! Yeah. That's the gang.

The Vineyard? / Every summer
since I was born.

What about your family?

Um... I grew up in the Atlantic City area,
near the beach, so...

Then every day was
like summer, right?

No, every day was
not like summer.

Every day was like being impaled with
a blunt, wooden object,

over and over again.

Anyway, I called you in here

because I had a chance
to read over your blurbs.

And, yeah, see,
I can't turn these into Dan.

Why not? / Well...

First off, because you called Dames At Sea,

"An insignificant,
if not irritating,

amalgam of lackluster performances
and sitcom one-liners."

Have you seen it? Because that's
putting it very nicely.

It won the Tony.

And, frankly, we don't care
whether you think it's good or bad.

You're not a reviewer.

No, see, your job is just to describe

the play in five sentences or less

and make it sound interesting.

Perhaps you weren't aware

that I won the Hollingsworth fellowship
for playwriting

or that New York Magazine put me

on their list of playwrights to watch?

I was not aware. Thank you for
bringing that to my attention.

You're welcome.

Okay.

Well, we certainly don't want to stand in

the way of your burgeoning writing career.

So...

Yeah.

What does "yeah" mean?

Yeah.

You gotta go.

This is Peter.

I know I'm not supposed to call you
during work hours,

but I lost my job at the magazine.

And I'm just...

I'm having a really tough time right now.

And I know it's not your problem, but...

I was just thinking maybe

you could come over and
just lay with me for a little bit?

Imogene, I...

I'm working. /
I know, I just...

I don't really trust myself to be alone
right now.

What? What do you mean?

I mean I'm afraid if you don't come
over I might

do something to myself.

Imogene.

Or maybe I already have.

What did you do?

Just, Peter...

If you love me just say
you'll come over. Please?

All right.

Farewell, world.

My life is but a brief flickering
in the darkness.

Too faint to light a room.

And much too soon does the flame burn out.

As the winds of suffering
have extinguished my light,

heaven welcomes me with her open embrace.

Imogene?

Hello?

Are you in here?

Imogene, you left your door open.

There's also a sign on it. I think
your landlord is upset with you.

Imogene, I just stopped by
to pick up

those Cartier earrings
that I lent you.

Imogene.

Oh, my God.

Hello? Imogene?

Imogene, can you hear me?

Oh, my God. Oh, my God.

Oh, my God!

Oh, my God!

Oh, my God, Imogene.

Hello. Dad?

Daddy, it's Dara.

Oh, my God, Dad.

Imogene is dead!

No, no. She's just dead.

I don't know how to check!

Imogene.

Imogene.

Oh, my gosh!

Cheers.

And the Tony Award for Best Play goes to...

Imogene Duncan!

I'm such a fan!

No. I'm such a fan.

Thank you.

Oh, thank you so much. Oh, my gosh!

There's so many people
that I want to thank.

But most importantly, my wonderful,
Dutch husband, Peter.

I will love you forever.
Or should I say...

For the 10 millionth time,

I wasn't really trying to kill myself.

So, you're saying you didn't really
want to be reunited

with your dead father for eternity?

I didn't want to die, okay?

Well, I think the problem
you're facing here

is that you wrote a pretty
authentic sounding letter.

Really?

You thought it was that good?

Now in your letter, you refer to
your dead father.

How old were you when he passed away?

Nine. Seriously, there is no point to this.

Can you tell me about him?

He was just the best.

The smartest man I ever met.

He was like the George Clooney of fathers.

And what about the rest of your family?

Uh... My mom lives in New Jersey
with my brother.

She has an impulse control problem

and I haven't seen them in years.

Can you describe the symptoms
of your mother's impulse problem?

Uh, let's see.

Buying 52 pairs of jelly shoes in one year.

Gambling every day.
Picking up hitchhikers.

Showing up to a parent-teacher
conference wearing a turban.

My brother and I, our birthdays
are 84 days apart,

and because of her gambling

she couldn't afford to give us
individual birthday parties,

so we had to have a combined
birthday party.

Do you have any idea how it feels
to have a birthday party

eighty-four days after
your actual birthday,

because your mom has
an impulse problem?

Okay, well, it doesn't feel very good.

No, it's very sad.

Yeah.

I'm doing okay.

I mean, it's been upsetting for me, but...

Have you ever received a telephone call

of an urgent nature when you're naked?

I haven't. I had just gotten
out of the shower.

And suddenly this call comes.

Well, we tracked down
your information

from old DMV records,
Mrs. Duncan.

Are you familiar with a 5150 hold?

Uh... Yes, but I'm sure
I paid those tickets. Okay?

And the judge ruled that the second one
wasn't even my fault.

This has nothing to do with
your driving record, Mrs. Duncan.

A 5150 means that it is our duty
to hold anyone

who poses a threat to themselves
for at least 72 hours.

However, we have a bit of
an overcrowding problem,

which limits us to holding
only critical patients

and releasing the others,
like your daughter,

into the care of a loved one.

She said she loved me? / No.

But we have more critical patients
that need her bed.

You mean people that jump out of buildings
and cut parts off?

That kind of stuff?

Sometimes.

Can I ask you a question?
Does that make you really sad?

Mrs. Duncan, would you be willing
to assume responsibility

for the safety and well-being of
your daughter for the next 72 hours?

Well, I have to be somewhere later.

But, yes. Of course.

Did I tell you that Gwyneth Paltrow

might come to my book launch party?

Wow! I know!
What a coup.

It's like my dad's PR guy knows everyone.

Oh.

I will be back in one second,
I have to take this.

Hi.

It's an upsetting night.

Hello.

Imogene, listen, I know you're expecting
your boyfriend,

and we've made several attempts
to try and...

Peter is coming for me, okay?

Yes, I'm sure Peter cares for you
very deeply,

but both your mother and I feel that
the best thing

for you right now...

Wait. Did you just say "mother"?

...would be for you to be
in the comfort and safety

of those who love you unconditionally.

So your mother is going to take you
home with her.

Hi, honey.

You cannot do this.

Dara! Dara! Tell them
you love me unconditionally.

What?

I can't go with her!
Please! Please!

Dara! Tell them I can stay with you
until Peter comes for me!

Oh, my gosh, I wish that I could help,

but I don't think that we can accommodate
house-guests right now.

What?

You can't do this to me!
/ Hold her!

Dara! Call the police!

Imogene, this is going to make
your trip home

just a little bit more relaxing.

Honey...

Your panties are showing.

Mom?

Step right up, everybody!

Clear the path.

Bring me a joker.

Feeling good! / Hey!

Oh! / What the hell are you doing?

Jesus, don't sneak up on me like that.

You left me in the back seat
of your car!

Well, honey, they told me that you were
gonna be out for like, you know, six hours.

You took me against my will!

You know, I could have you
arrested for kidnapping.

Imogene, they called me from the hospital.

They said that you had
tried to kill yourself

and they were gonna lock you up
with schizophrenians.

I mean, what was I supposed to do?
Leave you there?

Oh, and this is better? Waking up alone in
a casino parking lot?

I don't have my purse,
no cell phone.

I have no wallet.
No ID. Nothing.

Zelda, is this lady
giving you grief?

Oh, no. Delancey, this is my daughter.

Do you know that she was
on the New York Times list

of playwrights to watch...

It was New York Magazine!

Oh. Pleased to meet you.

I've seen your mother here get more
royal flushes than anybody.

That's great.

Okay.

Round and round she goes!

You think I don't know why you did it?

I'm your mother, okay.
I know why you did it.

Some men are stayers.

Some men are leavers, and you know,
it's better to find out now.

Wow, where did you get
that pearl of wisdom?

It was on The Joy Behar Show.

You know, the doctor let me read
your letter. I thought it was really good.

Really.

Apparently, I should be a professional
suicide writer.

Oh, you're not writing plays anymore, huh?

I am not talking about this.

Hey.

Where'd you go?

Imogene?

Ew! Hello? Hi! Who are you?

Um... I'm Lee.

Who's she?

Lee, what are you doing in my room?

Actually this is my room.

Since when?

Since Zelda started renting it to me.

What?

Ralph! / Imogene, you're back!

You're really back! You're here!

Wow, you look so different.

I've been eating a lot of spaghetti.

Oh. So you're going to spend
the night? / No, I'm not... No.

Why did Mom rent out my room?

Her settlement money ran out.

What settlement money?

An escalator ate her jelly shoe
at the Oasis and screwed up her toe.

Can I have a second hug?
/ This is really weird.

Monica, wait a second.
It's fine, she's...

Mom!

Hello.

Okay, before you start getting all creepy,
let me explain.

How can you rationalize renting my room
out to some random guy?

You haven't been back in a long time!

Yeah. She does have a point.

Where is all my stuff? What did
you do? Throw out all my stuff?

Calm down. It's in the basement.

So what now? What, do I sleep
with you now?

Oh. Well, I don't think
that's going to work either.

Why not? The Bousche sleeps
in her bed. / The what?

Hey, I could make you a sheet fort
like when we were kids?

Can you come out here
a second? / Yeah.

Yeah? / Okay.

Imogene, this is my boyfriend.
He lives with us. He's in the CIA.

Hi. George Bousche.

It's a pleasure to finally meet you.

George.

Your name is George Bousche?

Well, as a matter of fact,
it's not my name.

You see, my father was an assassin

and he had to change all of
our birth names

because of that incident I told you
about, about the KGB.

So what is your real name then?

Oh, I'm sorry.
I can't tell you that.

Even I don't know. / No.

No one knows. Okay.
/ Yeah. / Okay.

You gonna put on something nice, honey?

So, did Mom tell you the good news?

Who's it good for?

I got my own kiosk, one block
from the boardwalk.

Yeah? / Yeah.

Right across from Angelo's Pizza.

Well, where it used to be.
Here.

Oh. That's wonderful. / Yeah.

Congratulations!

No, no. Please keep it.
Or give it to a friend.

Anyone you refer gets a free hermit hut.
/ Oh, it's the deal.

Do you want to come and see it?

Oh.

I wish I could. But I have to go back home.

Yeah, to the city.

You know, you really should come visit me.

We could go to the Natural History Museum,
and the Aquarium.

Yeah, it's far away.

Yeah. Well, maybe that's a good thing.

I like being in Ocean City.

You used to like it, too.

Yeah. I just think that New York is
a better place for me.

Mmm. Okay.

Well, this is your basic sheet fort model.

If you would like any add-ons
or security features,

I mean, I can work on it tomorrow.

No, it looks very secure.

Yeah?

Yeah, you did a great job.

All right, well.

Nighty-night, Imogene.

Breakfast, everybody!

Ow! / Oh, Jesus! / Ow! God!
Someone's in here! / Oh, God. I'm sorry!

God!

Hey, I'm really sorry about that.

Your brother likes us to keep
the door closed because the toilet runs.

I didn't see anything, just so you know.

Okay. Well, you should really knock
as a precaution.

I guess we're even then.

Oh, so it's my fault that I walk in
on you doing it with your girlfriend?

Because hello, this is my house.

But you don't live here anymore.

I grew up in this house. I think that
takes precedence over

whatever temporary
whatever you're doing here.

What are you doing here?

Excuse me?

Why did you come back?

I really don't see how that is any
of your concern, Lee.

Look, if you want to stay in the room,
it really is no trouble.

I'll be happy to stay somewhere else.

Oh, I'm sure you can. But see,
I like to make it

a special point to not sleep
in the bed of boys

whose cleanliness of sheets
is questionable at best.

This morning. / What?

That's when I changed my sheets.

Hey.

I don't really know how to broach
this subject tactfully,

so I'm just going to say it.

Ralph, cover your ears.

Were you getting spanked last night?

Why would you think that? /
Because that's what it sounded like.

Am I right? / Oh, my God.

No. I'm right, aren't I? Ugh!

Imogene, it is so much fun.
Have you never tried it?

Yeah, maybe two or three times
in the heat of passion, I don't know.

But not in repetition, for two hours.

My God. If it was bothering you so much.
you should have just closed your door.

Ow! My sheet door.

You know, you should be grateful I have

such an amazing sex life with George.

Or would you rather I turned into
one of those dried up women

like Mitzi Mordler who spends
all her time with her little rat dog.

Yeah. That.
Mitzi, that's what I want.

Oh, God.

Coffee ready?

Over there, Bubba.

I need it after last night.

You know, if Dad were alive to see
what you've become, he would be disgraced.

He died?

When did that happen?

No, no, no. It's nothing. / What?

I mean, yes. He died.

A long time ago. He's been dead.

You know that. / Right.

Can I take them off now?
/ Yeah! Sorry.

Why would you say that?

I thought you told them.

No! / No? / You knew they didn't know.

Something like that could ruin their lives.

You can never, ever let them know
about their father really being...

Being what?

Cheap.

Dad was cheap?

Oh, God, yeah.

Don't you remember that ugly couch
we had in the living room?

He wouldn't me buy the one I wanted

so we had to get that one
from a garage sale.

You're lying. I can see it!
I can see it in your eyes.

Tell us the truth!
Was Dad not our father?

No. No, he was.
He is your father.

What do you mean "he is our father"?
/ No?

Oh, God. / Mom?

I can't. You know, I can't.
I can't do this anymore.

Breathe. / Oh, God.

What?

All right.

We didn't get along, okay?

And he wanted to go back
to school for his PhD.

And we agreed that we didn't want to put you
through a divorce and all of the custody hell.

And so we decided that you guys would stay
with me and I would just tell you that... / What?

That he died.

I can't believe this.
What, Dad is alive? / Yeah.

What mother tells their children
that their father died

during a routine colonoscopy, to what?

To save them from inconvenience?

No, it was a complicated situation,
Imogene. Okay?

I was trying to protect you guys.

I wanted you to grow up feeling good
about yourselves.

What happened to him?

Somebody told me
that he wrote a book.

Oh, wait, Imogene.

Wait. Oh, come on.

What are you going to do?

Wait! Imogene.

Immy, wait.

Ralph, was that boat
moored out there yesterday?

Imogene, please.

Imogene, honey.
I need my car today.

I have a free spin on the Lucky Wheel!

Hey, wait. Honey, please.
Hey, unlock the door, okay?

The jackpot is a cruise to Jamaica!
We could all go together!

Hey...

Honey, please don't kill yourself over this.

I love you.

Oh, can I help you?

I hope so. Do you have anything
written by Maxwell P. Duncan?

P. Duncan. Let's look it up.

That's a "C", right?

That's a "C".

And not a "K".

No, it's a "C". / Oh.

No, sorry. You just pressed "K".
/ You're right. Sorry about that.

Okay. D-U-N.
Oh, there's lots of Duncans.

P. Duncan. Maxwell P. Duncan.

Are you okay?

Yes. Thank you.

P. Duncan, there it is.
We have one book.

Let's see.

Where is it?

In the non-fiction.

Hmm.

"Maxwell P. Duncan is a world-renowned expert

on the early colonial period of American history."

"Mr. Duncan has spoken on PBS and NPR.
He resides in...

New York City."

Oh, no, you don't.

Move it!

I saw you in my rear view mirror, you weren't even
paying attention! You were putting on makeup!

I wasn't putting on makeup! Does it look
like I'm wearing makeup to you?

Well, you're going to have to pay for this.

It's a couple of little scratches.
What is the big deal?

Excuse me, it's a Porsche!

Sir, it's a Boxster.

You folks okay?
You're holding up traffic.

No, sir. We're not okay,
actually, at all.

This woman rear-ends me while she's putting
on makeup. / My visor fell down!

Can you both please show me your driver's license,
registration and insurance cards?

Sure thing, Officer.

Is something wrong? / Okay. First of all,
I wasn't putting on makeup!

Ocean City? Imogene?

Imogene Duncan? / Yeah.

It's me. It's Rex Rinaldi.
From high school.

T-Rex Rinaldi?

You were my TA in my dumb-bell math class.

You said you couldn't go to
homecoming with me

because it fell on the anniversary
of your father's death?

Yeah. / Sure! / Okay, yeah.

Imogene Duncan! / Here I am.

Can we do this please?

I have somewhere I'm supposed to be.
/ Yeah. All right. / Great, thank you.

Do you have yours?

You know, I live in Manhattan now,

and I haven't really driven in years.

Dispatch, I got to run a plate.

New Jersey.

Umbrella-zero-alpha-eight-niner.
/ Hey, Rex?

I just want to say how brave and selfless
you are for what you do.

Just all the citizens...

Copy that.

Well, it seems this car has been
reported as stolen.

Oh, what is this? What is this? /
Sir, I'm going to have to ask you

to please keep your comments to yourself.

No, no, no, there's been a mistake.

There's been a mistake.
This is my mother's car.

Okay? And she lent it to me
to go visit my father.

So it's not stolen. /
Right. / That's wrong.

I thought your father died?

No, he did.

I just found out today. I thought he...
He has not died.

Oh, I get it.

He's alive when you need him to be.

And then he's dead when you have to
blow someone off.

No, no, no, no! My mother
told me that he died.

And then, now I found out that
he's alive. / Crock of shit!

And I bet that if I asked you
out for a beer

he'd probably die again, right?

Well, obviously, I hope that
wouldn't be the case.

But, given the fact that I don't know
what kind of health he's in,

I mean that certainly
could be a possibility.

Duncan. / What? / You're out.

Your mom dropped the charges.

Good luck at Nationals.

You hit someone in a Porsche?

Quit changing the subject.
You had me arrested!

Come on, honey. It was for
your own good, okay?

I knew how upset you were and when
you didn't come back for a while

I was afraid you were going to stop
on the train tracks.

You know, George told me the best
way to find someone

is accuse them of a crime.

That's how they do it in the CIA.

How was jail, Imogene?

Disappointing.

I know you think I screwed up your life,

but did you ever stop to think that
maybe having a dead father

was better for you than
having a dead-beat one?

Dead-beat?

The man lives in New York City.

He's a world-renowned expert

on the early colonial period
of American history. / What?

He's spoken in 29 countries.

He's been interviewed
on NPR and PBS.

Okay. Maybe he's found some success.
/ Some success?

But that doesn't change who he is as a person.
/ Is that Dad's book? / Yes.

It's called The Myth of Thanksgiving.

It's actually our father's second book.
/ Thanksgiving is a myth?

What? / Yeah, amongst other things.

Oh, get out of here.
Your father wrote a book

on how Thanksgiving
never happened?

Yeah. We embrace it as
this national holiday

but actually it was a political spin job.

Does it say who invented pumpkin pie?

No, it didn't say who invented pumpkin pie.

I'm sorry, but I'm not surprised.

He always wanted to ruin everything
that was fun.

Oh, yeah, Dad tried to ruin everything.

Dad's only like a very brilliant,
accomplished man,

who, you know what, after we get reunited,

is going to help me get on my feet

and who is going to cherish me,

and make up for the years of humiliation

that I endured being your daughter.

Oh, my God.
Well, do you have his address?

No. What? No.

But I'm gonna get it. And then
when I get it I'm gonna go there.

And Ralph's going to come with me.

Oh, no, I don't go past the boardwalk.

You know, Imogene, a lot of people had
a worse mother than you. Like me.

And one day when you're old, you're gonna
look back and realize that.

When I'm old. And hopefully,
I can also die

84 days around when Ralph dies,

so we can combine our funerals.

Hey, honey.
Honey, come here.

Get over here. / What? /
I have to tell you something.

Are you guys coming?

You just go on in.
Turn on the TV.

Okay, honey?
We'll be there in a sec.

Look. I know you got mad when I made
you do your birthday with Ralph.

No. I actually loved combining
birthday parties with Ralph. Really.

It's one of my fondest memories.

Well, I had to do that, okay?

I had to put your parties together,

or else Ralph would have had no one at his.

Your friends were humans.

His friends were lizards
or crabs or whatever.

We all had to make sacrifices for Ralph.

Good night.

Ralph!

Eugenia.

You got a minute
for the Bousche?

It's Imogene.

Listen, I've been meaning to talk to you
because I'm worried.

You shouldn't be mad at your mother.

Really? And what exactly qualifies you
to say that to me,

considering I've known you for what,
40 hours?

Because she's been through
a very hard time.

And she loves you. /
No. Of course she does.

That's why she had me arrested
for stealing her car.

And lied to me about my father.

Sometimes information needs
to be kept classified.

Okay, look, no offense, but this is really
between me and my family.

I am part of your family now.

Now I may look a little young for the gig,

but in the samurai tradition,

when a man loves a woman,

he automatically becomes a spiritual
guardian for her offspring.

So, what, you're a samurai now, too?

Oh, I've been a samurai for 25 years.
You didn't know that?

No, I didn't.
25, wow.

That's a long time. / Yeah.

But thank you, I think me and my
spirit are just fine.

Are you sure about that?

That's not what I'm getting.

I'm getting resistance.

Yeah. Little bit.

That's accurate.

What's the password?

Spuds McKenzie?

Spuds McKenzie.

You may enter.

Wow!

Oh, wow, your room...

Um...

Oh, this was so sweet of you, but
I think I should give this back.

Why don't you want her?

I kind of got a lot going on right now.
I don't think I'd be a very good crab mom.

Then maybe you could be her crab buddy.

Um... Yeah. I don't think I'd be
a very good crab buddy either.

Plus I think she misses you. See.

Mmm-hmm.

Hey, Ralph.

Do you have any money you think
you can loan me? / What for?

So I can go back to New York.
And pay my landlord.

And try to find Dad.

You do want me to find Dad, don't you?

Don't you think it would be cool if

no matter where you were in the world,
you were already home?

Or precisely, that you were just as safe
as you are in your own home,

even when you're not there?

Yeah. Sure, yeah.
I guess so.

Here, sit down.

Huh? Oh.
Sit down.

Since the dawn of time,

soft-bellied creatures have been jealous

of mollusks' ability to self-preserve.

But they don't have to be anymore.

I made this.

Really? / Yeah.

It has all the amenities of
a typical mollusk's home,

but this one is made of a top-grade,
bullet-proof fiberglass

and I've coated it
with Cyber-Flexx plastic.

It's comfortable enough
for extended use,

and it even has
wireless Internet capability.

What? / I call it "The Human Shell."

Wow.

May I? / Yeah, you can touch.

What's it for?

You put it on your back.

And then if you ever need protection

or you want to hide or whatever,

you just pull it down on yourself.

Oh.

Ralph?

Hey, Lee! Hey, wait.

Hey.

Wait!
Hey, hey, hey, hey! Wait!

Take me to New York.

No. / Why?

Because I have things to do.

Fine. Fine. Then I will stay here
and I will kill myself

and it'll be all your fault.

And I will specifically mention your name in the
letter, which, apparently, I am very good at writing.

Wow. You're really gonna
show me, aren't you? Jeez.

All right,
I'll tell you what.

Here.

Why are you giving me
a quarter? / Just call it.

My sanity hangs
in the balance,

and this is how you're deciding if you're
gonna take me or not?

Yeah. Do you want me call it
or should you call it?

What's it going to be? /
Tails. / Tails. All right.

Here's hoping. Oh.

You know what? Forget it.

Just forget it. I don't need this from some
happy-go-lucky simpleton...

"Happy-go-lucky"?

...who thinks it's really funny
to taunt someone

who's on the brink of a mental breakdown,

who is literally reeling from
the shock of her life!

Will you relax?
Just relax.

It's tails. Okay?

You're going to New York.

I'm sorry I called you a simpleton before.

What about happy-go-lucky?

Yeah. That, too, I guess.

And thanks for doing this for me.

I'm actually doing this for myself.

Because now I can ask you to do anything
and you have to do it.

Okay, well, I'm not planning on ever
seeing you again after today

ever in my life, so, great.

Sounds like a plan.

Okay. So, what's your story?

My story? Um...

Well, I grew up in Pennsylvania.
Went to college when I was 17.

Where?

Yale.

You did not go to Yale.

Okay.

I didn't go to Yale.

Then I moved to Philly,
and sang in a shitty band.

Bussed tables for a while.

And then this guy I knew

had an audition to be in a show
at the Oasis Casino.

I went with him, and
the next thing you know,

I got the job.

Does he hate you?

No. I don't think he hates me.

I would hate you.

Yeah, but you hate everybody.

So, what's your story?

Have you ever heard of
Douglas J. Hollingsworth?

Well, every year he awards someone
a $30,000 grant

to write a play that he will produce.

And in 2004 he picked me.

And my whole world opened up.

I met Dara, who was on the board.

She introduced me to my boyfriend,

and it just felt like
everything was starting.

But when I actually sat down to write,
nothing good came out.

So I just went shopping with my friends,
and went on vacations.

And when the year was up, I didn't have
a play to produce.

So why don't you just finish something now?

Because nobody cares now.
It's over.

You know, you're lucky
you're back in New York.

I was going to force you to come see
my show tomorrow as payback.

Sorry, but I am never crossing
the Hudson again.

Come on, do you really think New York
is that much better?

Yeah. You kidding?
Come on, New York has everything.

Central Park, when it snows.

Okay, yeah.

Bergdorf's.

Everyone here dresses so beautifully,
and they're intelligent.

It's like they have this swagger of like, "I finished
the New York Times crossword puzzle in pen."

Huh.

Wow, okay.

Not all of them, but...

Hey, Joe, can I get a spare key?
I lost mine.

Miss Duncan, I can't.

I'm afraid I can't let you up there.

What do you mean?
What's going on?

You should talk to
Mr. Bill. / What?

Joe, that's my apartment.
All my stuff is up there.

I need to get up there.
I live there!

I can't. You should talk to him. Sorry.

They can't do that!
That can't be legal.

It's not fair! You can't just
randomly evict someone

and ban them from even entering
their place of residence

just because of a recent,
financial hardship.

Who are you texting?

Your mom.

Just to let her know you're okay.

Oh! Er, listen, when we get into Dara's,
don't introduce yourself.

I'll just do it.

How about I just stay outside?

Okay. Well,
I'll be back, either way.

Hey, Dara, it's me.
I really need to talk to you.

It's Imogene.

What should I do?

Hi.
Oh, thank God you're home!

Imogene. I thought that you were
in New Jersey with your family?

Yes. Well, mercifully,
I've been given a reprieve.

Can I come in?

Um... We're not dressed.

Oh, okay. Well, can't you put something on?

You know what? Maybe it's just better
if we talk like this.

How have you been doing?

I'm great. I just found out that
my father is still alive.

Oh, my God. / I know!

Do you know where he is? / Yes.

He is in New York. And he is successful.
He wrote this.

Anyway, the point is I cannot go back
to New Jersey.

And my landlord is not letting me

into my apartment right now. So...

That's terrible. Where are you
going to stay?

She is not staying here.

I was hoping that maybe I could stay
with you,

just until Peter and I patch things up,

or until I locate my father,
whichever comes first.

Close the door!

Honestly, I would be
absolutely fine with it,

but James has
a very weird thing

about non-blood-related people
staying with us.

I would not be asking you this unless
it was an absolute emergency.

I have nowhere else
to go. / I know.

And I really, really, really wanna be
there for you right now,

and if it was anything else
I would absolutely say yes.

I promise I won't be any trouble at all.
I won't even talk, I promise.

Dara!

Okay, I'm so sorry. I have to close
the door right now.

And I really understand

if you're not able to come to
the book launch party.

I just want you to
focus on getting better.

But that's... /
And I love you so much.

Please. Please. Please. Dara!

Oh, man,
it's really gonna pour.

Oh, my God.

Okay, just hold on, Bubba.

Get the rubber suit on!

We're almost there.

Get your arm in! /
Are you guys okay?

The lights! The lights went out
from the storm.

Okay, if anyone has any jewelry
or silverware on them,

stay away from the windows.
/ Why? Why?

Well, we were eating Chinese food
with forks, and he sparked.

Almost blew up the house!
/ From Chinese food?

No, no, no.
From the metal.

I'm gonna go get some candles.

See, he's been struck by lightning
three times,

which officially makes him a conduit.

Tell her what a conduit is.

No, I know what a conduit is.

Okay. Okay.

How do you feel?

I had the distinct feeling that
I was in movement.

Do you know blackness movement?

How long did it last?

Ralph, when you're moving through
other dimensions,

you can't measure time
in an earthly way.

Okay. Hi.

Is there any possibility you can take
your campfire tales

to another more isolated
part of the house?

No, Imogene.
This is the center.

It's the only place George is safe.

All right, now, just go ahead and
finish your story.

The electricity had vaporized nearly
every hair on my body.

It took me a year and a half
to grow my eyebrows back.

And the local villagers were able to

hoist me up on top of the elephant,

and at the end, I was pronounced dead.

Hi, yes. Is there an M. Duncan
available, please?

My briefcase?

Where's my briefcase?

It's in the closet, honey, like always.

Well, do you know if he's
a world-renowned author

and an expert on the early colonial period?

Are you sure you don't want
something for the road?

No, "colonial"?

No.

Hello?

I don't want to
get weighed down.

No. / I got to keep light on my toes.

All right, don't forget
to be careful, Bubba.

Somebody should tell
those Romanians that.

I'll make you something for later.
What do you want?

Turkey cheese? Huh?

Extra mayo?

Yeah. / Be careful, Bubba.

Where's he going?

Ralph, you know you can't ask that, honey.
It's a secret mission.

He's going to have sex with
another woman. / Oh!

Don't start with me!

Mom, the guy is a compulsive liar.

You really believe all that CIA shit?

I mean, he told us he's
a time-traveling samurai.

George doesn't lie. He's just lived a life
so exciting it sounds made up.

That's because it is!

Imogene. Can I...

He doesn't lie.
He never lied to me.

Are you doing anything today?

I don't know. Why?

I was just wondering if you could help me
with my ultimate plan.

What? Ultimate plan? / Yeah.

That's me, okay?

This is gonna be you.
Uh-huh.

And you're gonna do it?

You'll do it. Okay.
Great, great. Okay.

That's her.
That's her right there.

That's her. Don't look. Don't look.
Don't look. Back at me.

We're a good pair, right?

Are you sure this is going to work?
What if she finds out we're related?

How would that happen?

What if she sees a photograph?

I'll cut out your face.

Imogene! Look, I'll give you $20.
/ No, no, no, no.

Just give it to me later.

Are you going now?
You're going right now?

Okay.

Hi.

Hey.

Can I help you?

Um, yeah, Ralph Duncan
referred me to you.

Oh, yeah? /
He said to check out

your glitter expression.

That's sweet of him. Hey.

Do you want a demonstration?

Oh, I don't...

Do you want
to look around?

Peruse. No pressure.

So, do you want to know
how I know Ralph?

What? Are you guys, like,
related or something?

Ew! Ugh!

Gross.
I'm so attracted to him.

That's why I'm saying that,
because that'd be creepy.

Oh. So did you guys hook up?

No.

Though I've prayed about it.
Many times. / Mmm-hmm.

Had graphic fantasies.

Real graphic stuff.

You know, he gave me crabs.

You trying to make me jealous?

No, not like those crabs.
/ No, I know.

Come see.

Right. Yeah. / Uh-huh.

Oh, yeah. Cute.

So, do you know what you want
your glitter expression to be

or do you want me
to do an assessment?

What is a glitter expression, exactly?

You see, I like to think of glitter
as your alter-ego shining through.

It's like a sparkly expression
of who you are on the inside.

Oh. I never thought of it like that.

Like, for instance, my boyfriend,

he's really into the Jets, right?

So he always has me paint one on his face.

You have a boyfriend?

Yeah. Jason DelPino.

Why, you know him?
/ No. No.

Right, so since you don't know what

you want your glitter expression to be,

I'm just gonna absorb your energy
for a second,

and that way I can paint something
that best describes

who you are on the inside.

Oh, I can just get the cupcake.

Imogene, that doesn't make any sense.

Allyson, she talks to me
when we're at work.

And one time she even asked me
if I thought she looked hot.

I bet if she didn't have a boyfriend
she'd be into it.

If she really liked me,
she would have an affair.

Maybe Allyson isn't the kind of person

who can recognize and appreciate

how special and unique you are.

She's the only girl
I know besides Mom.

Well, maybe it's time
you start thinking

about going farther than the boardwalk.

Having new experiences,

and meeting people with whom you
share things in common.

What kind of people would I share things
in common with?

Maybe Jacques Cousteau has a granddaughter
or something.

I don't know off the top of my head,
but all I'm saying is

there's a whole world out there that
you've never experienced.

You really think it's worth experiencing?

Sometimes.

So now, our next group
really got it goin' on!

The original American superstars.

The... The... The... The...

Backstreet Boys!

My homeboys. The Backstreet Boys.

Hey.

I can't believe you made it.
What did you think? / Um...

It was fun. Fun.

You look so different with makeup on.

Well, that's good, I think.

I wouldn't want a face that looks like

I'm wearing makeup all the time, right?

Listen, seriously, thank you so much
for coming.

I really appreciate it.

I think you actually brought
the head-count up to like 19.

Which is pretty cool.

Yeah. No problem. I owed you one.
So now we're even forever.

Forever.

Hey, Lee. Are you coming out with us?

Maybe.

I hope so.

Hey.

Okay, were Britney Spears and
Christina Aguilera the same person?

Yeah, they totally were.
/ I knew it!

So, what do you feel like doing?

Well, I'm probably just gonna head back

and try to find my dad some more...

It's like 11:00, you sure about that?

You should come out with us.

Oh, gosh, that sounds like fun.
But I really should head back.

And I don't want my mom to worry.

Wow.

That's really sad,

because you're a writer and that's
the best excuse you can come up with.

All right, look, to be honest,
I don't really feel like going out.

And in addition to that, I don't drink,

and you and I don't really know
each other well enough

to determine whether we would even have fun
in a social setting together.

And, we're practically
from different generations.

You're right.
You're right, I agree with you there.

I mean, God forbid we went out and
I said something that was really lame

and you felt embarrassed for me,
and we had nothing to talk about.

It'd be messy. / Yeah.

I mean, I'm not being negative,

I'm just saying the possibility
certainly exists,

and for us not to acknowledge
that would be reckless.

No, I agree. I think it would be reckless.

I think if we did that we'd probably

be taking like a gigantic risk.

For sure. / I agree.

Okay.

See you later.

But the thing about that is,
um, I don't give a shit.

I'm sorry this place is so loud, but that's
a good sign. All my friends are here.

Hey!

You wanna dance?
/ No, thank you!

Hey.

Well, well. Look who finally made it.

All right, so this is Nick,
that's Lucy,

Charlotte, Antonia,
Sherry and Veronica.

Guys, this is Imogene.

Hello. / Yo!

Oh, my God.
I think my mom had that same vest!

Cool.

So, how do you guys know each other?

Through her family.

Oh, is she, like, your aunt?

No.

Do you want a drink?

Charlotte, you guys want a drink?
You want a water, soda, something?

Pellegrino.

Hey, Lee, I'll take another
Jack and Coke now

and I'll get you back later.

You know, I'm gonna have a Long
Island Iced Tea, too. A large. / Oh.

I thought that you didn't drink?

Come on, man. You heard what
the lady said.

Get her some alcohol.

Yeah, you heard what the lady said.
Get me some alcohol.

Um... Okay, great.

All right.

This place has crazy lights.

I feel like I'm on fire but my thoughts
are really slow.

How do you make it stop?

Drink more.

Okay, let's go dance.
Come on.

I don't want to dance here. / Come on.
/ I don't like this song.

I should drink more.
Everyone is so nice.

I know, right?

And I forgot that hanging out with
regular people

could be such an enthralling experience.

I feel like I want to expand
my social circle

and get like acrylic nails or something.

No, no. No acrylic nails.
/ Okay, seriously.

Did you go to Yale? / Yeah.

I really did.
I went to Yale.

Okay. What did you study?

I majored in music, and French history.

And my senior year I was a Whiffenpoof.

A what? / You never heard of
the Whiffenpoofs.

That is not...
You're making up groups.

You never heard of the Whiffenpoofs?
/ No, that's not a real thing!

That is absolute... All right.

Okay, I'm getting the parts wrong,
it doesn't matter.

It's better with the gloves,
and the tuxedo.

I'm coming up. / Oh!

Okay, I get it, I get it.
That's very funny. Ow!

I'm gonna fall if I stand on that.

You're gonna really sit.

You're so good!

You are.
You're such a great singer.

Why are you working in that shithole?

Because that shithole pays me.

I think you should be famous.

I think you should be famous, too.
I do.

I almost was... Kind of....

Well, no one told you to stop writing.

I think you're just as good now
as you were then.

You don't know what
you're talking about.

Actually, I do.

I do know what I'm talking about,
because I found your secret hole.

Excuse me? / Yeah, your secret hole.

Behind your bureau, in your wall,
in your room.

I was moving stuff, and I just found
a bunch of your plays. / What?

You went into my secret hole
and you found my plays,

and you read them
without even asking me?

I was just trying to see what
it was. / That's private.

I'm sorry. / You don't read
other people's stuff they keep

in the wall. / Okay, listen! /
If it's in the wall it means don't read it.

Calm down, hear me out.

I just went to go see what it was

and I ended up staying up all night

reading this great play
about you becoming a woman.

What was it called?

Imogene's Period.

Was it good?

Yeah.

It really was.

I really liked it.

I think.. I think you were born
to be a writer.

Wait, wait, wait, wait.

Are your sheets clean?

What do you mean?

Did you have sex in them?

Only with myself.

That feels good.

I feel like I am dying.

I think that's because you're hungover.

How long does this last?

I don't know.

Sometimes it helps if you eat McDonald's.

Oh, Jesus. / The Bousche
never came home.

Uh... Wait. What?

He left yesterday morning.

I made him a sandwich, he never came back.

Did he say where
he was going? / What?

Oh, God. Your voice is like
burning knives through my skull.

Imogene?

Oh!

Did you guys have sex?

Thank you.

Listen.

What day is it?

It's Thursday.

Shit! Oh, my God!

It's Dara's book party!

Just to clarify. This is the girl that
wouldn't let you into her apartment, right?

If I don't go to this thing tonight,
people are going

to speculate about my mental
state and what happened.

And I need to go there, and prove to them
that I am sane

and that I am in control of my life.

All right, let's go. / What?

Yeah, I'll take you.

Just to clarify.
You mean like as my date?

A date impersonator.

Look at you.

After you.

Wait! Wait!

I'm coming with you. / What?

Mom said you're going to New York.

You know that it's past
the boardwalk though, right?

I think I'm ready.

You sure you know how to get back?

Yes, that's why I have my GPS watch.

I'll meet you right here, 45.2 degrees
north by 79.3 degrees west.

At 7:30.

So you're sure you want to bring this
shell-thing with you?

What better place to try it out
than New York City?

Well, good luck.
/ Thank you.

Be careful. / Yeah.

Just watch
where you're going.

He'll be fine.

Yeah.

"I Found The One."
Did you read it?

I helped write it.

Then it's gotta be good.

It doesn't really matter. Her uncle owns
the publishing company, so...

Hmm. Good, old-fashioned nepotism.

Hey! I'm talking to you. / Aha?

What's inside of it?

I'm the... I go inside of it.
/ What?

Oh, my God!
/ Hey guys!

Imogene! What a surprise!

That's an interesting dress.

I hardly know why my presence would be
a surprise, I confirmed over a month ago.

Of course, of course!

We were concerned that you might
not be here tonight.

But you are.
/ Yay!

It's wonderful.

I'm going to go to the bar.

Long Island Iced Tea?

Very funny.

So, is everyone here?

Yes. Everyone.

Anabelle and George are
talking to David Sedaris.

And I think I saw Peter.

Wait. What?

Oh. / Peter's here?

No! / Actually... / No. / I just saw him...

Oh, my God, it's him.
/ He is here.

I forgot. I forgot!

Peter?

Oh! / Imogene.

They told me that you weren't going
to be here tonight.

So, what? I almost die and you just
aren't going to talk to me again?

They won't let you go to
the garden to smoke.

Can you believe? / I can't, that's...

That's terrible.
/ Hello.

This is club soda with bitters.
It'll be good for your stomach.

Are you joking?

How do you live with someone

and show up at a friend's party
with some random model!

What's random? / Just.. just
give me a second here.

She's not random, okay?

Our parents summer together in Provence.

You wouldn't have even cared
if I died, would you?

Oh, my God.
You would be happy.

I would not be happy
if you died, okay?

That's why I asked Dara to go
check on you. / Wait. What?

Hey!

Hi. Wow.

You knew Peter wasn't coming and
you didn't tell me? How could you do that?

Are you Imogene Duncan? / Yeah.

Ralph, are you okay?
What happened?

How do you know this man?

He's my brother.

Keep him off the street, please.

He almost ended up in Gitmo.

What is that junk he just dragged
into my party?

That is a man-made replica
of an exoskeleton,

that he designed and
constructed by himself.

Which is more than I could
ever say for you! / Okay!

No, don't walk away.

How could you not
be honest with me?

Because if I did that it would be
a full time job, all right, Imogene?

What is that supposed to mean?
/ Imogene, let it go.

I think what Dara means is
sometimes you seem sad.

No, Hannah, that's not what I meant.

You need to be very careful about
who you speak to like that,

because the only reason
why you're here right now,

and know all of these people,
is because of me.

And you live in a fantasy world
if you think you belong here.

And now she's gonna cry.

Hurry, Imogene.
Get in here.

Get in the shell. /
No, it's okay, Ralph.

You didn't even write your own book.

Like I care what you think?
I don't even know how you got in here.

I came here with Imogene.

Imogene, wait.

Picked that up in Chinatown.

Imogene?

Are you okay?

It's just like...

You spend so long staring at one thing.

And then, one day everything else
comes into view and...

...there you are. I'm like a big joke.

No, look, hey, they're assholes.

You think I've never had
to deal with people like that?

I was inundated with all that bullshit
my entire time in college.

I couldn't wait to get out.

Well, at least you had somewhere to go.

834 Sutton Place.
New York, New York, 10021.

Dad lives there.

Thanks.

Ah, it's not a problem.
I don't mind the drive.

No. I just mean thank you.

Oh.

Of course.

Good luck!

Hi. We're here to see Maxwell P. Duncan.

And who should I say you are?

His children.

Just a moment, please.

How did you find out I was still alive?

Two weeks after you died,

I saw you buying toothpaste
at the A&P.

And then, when I turned 21,

I hired a private investigator
with my birthday money.

So you've known all this time? / Yes, sir.

But you didn't try to contact me before.

I was waiting for my sister to come home.

Well, please come up.

Could you keep an eye on that
for me, please?

Do you think we should hug?

Sure.

Does your mother know
you're here? / No.

She's mad at you.
She told us not to come.

Oh, how exquisite.

Is this a Joseph Kato?

Oh, yes, it is.

It's been in my wife's family for years.

Ahem!

Oh, yes, Virginia.
These are my children.

This is Imogene.

A pleasure.

And this...

This is Ralph. / Ralph.

Hallo. / Hallo, Ralph.

Did you know that we were alive?

Actually, no. / Okay.

I can get you one of your own,
if you'd like. / Yes, please.

Have you produced any offspring together?

No. We can't.

I have a condition.

Which one?

Virginia is on the board of trustees
at the Guggenheim.

Oh, the Guggenheim is, by far, my favorite.

I've seen the Kandinsky exhibit there
three times.

I started reading your book
on agrarian America

and I had no idea that the Pilgrims
were alcoholics.

Oh, yes. Yes, it's true.

They preferred the taste of beer to water,

thus contributing to their notorious

legacy of being drunk sodomists.

Do you know who invented pumpkin pie?

Oh, I believe that was the Pilgrims.

So sodomists invented
pumpkin pie? / Evidently.

But it's got such a nice image,
pumpkin pie.

Ralph. / It's delicious.

Why don't you tell us about you?

I'd be happy to.
My name is Ralph Duncan,

I'm an inventor.

My main focus is the science of
physical self-preservation.

Yes, please.

Based on exoskeletons of mollusks.

Imogene, why don't you tell us
something about yourself?

Imogene Duncan, doesn't
have anyone to marry.

She doesn't have anywhere
to live right now.

And all of her stuff is gone,

except for this piece of shit.

But she used to be a writer.

And what did she used to write?

She could write the kind of stuff
that could trick people

into thinking she was the real deal.

Until they realized that I was just
an impersonator.

There is a very, very odd taste
to this soup.

And I can't catch it.

Cinnamon? / No. It's an herb.

I'm gonna go lay down for two minutes.
Excuse me.

Turmeric? / Turmeric?

It's so sad. How long has she had
her drinking problem?

Like two days.

...36CXY, playing the sexiest music
from the 80's, 90's and today.

Remember this one?

You know, when I first met your mother?

I thought she was the sexiest thing
I'd ever seen.

Oh, she was up on stage,
dancing in her little costume.

Are you saying
Mom was a stripper?

Well, back then they were
called Go-Go dancers.

And I had never seen anything like her.

I mean, she was 19,
a college dropout.

I had just gotten out of the Army,
and you know,

when we first got married, she went and
got pregnant and never even asked me.

I was just beginning to wonder if
I even loved her or not. I was 21!

Can you even comprehend
how that must have felt?

Were you ever happy with her?

Look, I tried. There was simply
nothing to be done.

She wanted Ocean City and
I needed more than that.

Why didn't you just take us with you?

What about when I was traveling?

You would have grown to resent me.

And that wouldn't have been
fair for any of us.

So, you thought it was fair to just pretend
like we didn't exist?

Didn't you love me more that way?

Didn't you miss us?

You were children, I barely knew you.

I mean it's not like you were
fully-formed people.

I mean, honestly, can you actually say
that you really knew who I was?

You were my father.

I knew that I loved you.

Yeah, well, you must admit,
your mother was pretty...

She has her eccentricities, but...

...she didn't exactly have it easy
raising Ralph by herself.

Look, I want to say something to you.

Would you look at me?

Obviously I wasn't much of a father.

And I can see how that has done some
collateral damage to you, as a woman.

So let me help you now.
How much money do you need?

If you can believe it, you actually
remind me a little bit of myself.

So, I guess that me helping you
is like me helping me, right?

Can you just tell me where your
nearest bathroom is?

Yes, it's down the hall
second door on your right.

Excuse me. / Mmm.

I've hit this thing with sticks, rocks.

I've subjected it to wind tests.

Come on, Ralph, let's go.

We're going home.
/ What?

No, I want to do a demonstration for Dad.

Well, you can show him another time. Okay?

What? No, I want to do it right now.

You can't do it right now
because we're leaving.

Why are we leaving? /
Because it's time to leave, Ralph.

Doesn't he want to see it?

No.

He doesn't want to see it.

Do you want to talk about it?

Bubba?

Hey. It's just us.

What happened to you?

Dad's a piece of shit.

You saw him?

Wait.

You are a stupid shell!

You are a stupid shell!

You are a stupid,
stupid shell!

Honey.

Do you want something
to eat? / No!

Imogene?

Honey.

I get why you did it.

I get why you lied.

Honey. Tell me what happened.

Let's just say it was underwhelming.
As you predicted.

You know, there's a saying
in the samurai tradition.

The Bousche taught it to me.

It's something like,

"Sometimes you need to see the snake
in the bush to know it's really there."

You know, maybe I was wrong.

Maybe you needed to see the snake.

Is that your version of an apology?

Well...

If I say I'm sorry,

then I'm worried that
you'll just get all mad

and yell at me for ruining your life.

And then I'll feel like shit.
And I...

I just can't win with you, Imogene.

Well, maybe, just this once,
you can throw caution to the wind

and try saying it anyway,
and see what happens?

Well, okay.

Um...

I guess I'm sorry, you know,
for lying to you.

Even though it was for your own good.

And now you can see
I was right to do it.

Thank you. / Okay.

That's my flipper.

Oh, my God. I've been looking
for this forever.

I hope the other one's still in my trunk.

Hello!
Is anyone home?

Oh, my God.
It's George! He's back!

I knew he would come back to me!

Honey?

Oh, my God!

Oh, my God, honey.

I was so worried that something
had happened to you.

Is my sandwich ready?

Of course it is, sweetie.

I'll get it for you.

How's that apple, Lee?

Do you want potato chips?

Are they sour cream and onion?

Oh, my God!

Oh! Honey! / What's up!

Armando.

Don't even think about it.

Don't shoot. We'll co-operate,
all right?

Here.

Don't shoot.

Everyone in there!

You have a gun?

What the hell are you saying?

Mom?

Come any closer, you die!
/ No, honey!

How did you find me?

We're being robbed,
just give him your purse.

The briefcase is in the closet over there.
That's what you want, isn't it?

Who are you, man?

Lady, why don't you go
get me the briefcase.

You're still smarting over Antwerp,
aren't you?

You really think there's a game
to be won here?

Don't try any heroics.

Just let them go and kill me.

They don't know anything.
/ Oh, you're right.

Except maybe what I look like.
What kind of a gun I have.

Maybe I should give them
my mailing address, too.

So after I kill them,

they can send me a postcard from hell!

What the fuck?

Somebody grab the gun!

Shocking news in Ocean City tonight,

where police arrested
an international assassin

for holding a government operative
and his family at gunpoint.

However, the attack was thwarted

when a family member used a device
known as the Human Shell...

Yo. /
...to overcome their captor.

Hey, shut up. Shut up! /
Michelle Connors is live now at the scene.

I know this guy.

Hi, Paul. I'm here with one of the victims,
Ralph Duncan,

who is also the inventor of
the Human Shell. / Oh, shit.

Well, I am the one who created
the Human Shell,

which is the ultimate protective barrier
against bodily harm.

But really it was my sister
who saved our family.

Hey, you guys want to get a shot
of us over here?

Hello. Hey, honey.

So tell us about the shell.

Yes, Michelle, I will tell you
about the shell.

The shell is a creation of mine...

So he took me with him, right?

And they have this machine where
you can win a $20 gold piece.

And on my third try, it hit.

So, there I am, talking about
all the things I'm gonna spend it on.

And my grandpa stops me and he says...

Oh, no! I can't ever spend it because...

Oh, shit! What did he say?

Mom, come on.

Right, right, right.

He says,

I can't ever spend it because
as long as I have it in my pocket,

I will always be a winner.

So, I kept it.

You're giving it to me?

We gotta keep it in the family.

Mom.

Life is a brief flickering.

Well, sometimes the darkness
is self-imposed.

And to accuse your daughter of a crime

may indeed be the best way to find her.

There's the poster.
Here's everybody.

Everybody getting into the limo.
Rock stars after a great show.

There's the Bousche!

I'm going to have to confiscate this.

That's my phone.

There can be no physical evidence
of my existence.

Look, if you give me your number,

I'll talk to The Times about doing
a feature article.

Really? / I'm so sorry.

By the way, this is Whit Stillman,
superb writer and filmmaker.

Delighted to meet you.
I liked the play so much.

I'd love to ask you
some questions about it.

Do you have any time? / Imogene!

Hurry up already.
We're paying by the hour here.

You know?
I'm sorry. I have to go.

My family is waiting for me.
I have to go.

Everybody!
Three!

-> Dedet Cafe <-
Pelambua, Pomalaa-Kolaka

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