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[footsteps]

So have you talked to Karen?

Hmm?

Well, sometimes people just grow apart.

At least drink your juice.

You look nice.

Oh. Thanks, sweetie.

I've got my real estate license exam today,

so wish me luck.

You don't need it, Mom.

You're going to do great.

Sam: Come on, buddy.

We got to go. We'll be late.

Okay, well--

Listen, you know it's been a tough summer.

Your father and I want you to know

that if you ever need to talk to anyone,

we're here. Okay?

And change is good. Right?

For all of us.

Come on.

- Okay, Bye-bye. - Let's go.

Sam: Geez-Louise. Okay.

Well, get them from Other Expenses.

Look-- No, no, no. Not in that file.

Like two or three below.

Here, give them to me. Give them to me.

Thank you.

- [phone rings] - All right.

This is what I'm looking for.

- [ring] - Fine. Call them and--

David, would you get the phone, please?

[ring]

I don't know where their--

Certified public accountant.

Wheeler: Dude, you look fucking miserable.

I just drove past you.

I asked you for spreadsheets--

- Where are you? - Just come outside. I'm outside, baby.

Let's go. Let's party. I'm here to rescue you.

Don't they know this is America?

You have some old tax returns of theirs?

Wheeler: Dude.

What are you doing with Getty's car?

Ah, just getting it washed.

Figured I'd make a little detour, see how you're doing.

- Nice. - So?

How's it working for your pops?

Remember the scene in Apocalypse Now

when Martin Sheen loses his shit

in a Saigon hotel?

[laughing] That bad?

- Yeah. - Okay.

I heard Barry decided not to press charges.

Mm-hmm. Only on the condition

I pay for the camera he claims got busted

when I hit him. Between that,

paying for the cake that got trashed,

and some other damages,

I'm pretty much wiped out.

The money I saved all summer? Gone.

Me, too.

What about the money you made dealing?

Went to repay Ganz,

plus I had to, uh, sell my car.

The Trans?

The Trans Am.

- How's Misty? - Oh, boy.

She hasn't talked to me since she found out

about all that shit. Coke stuff.

I'm sorry.

What are you going to do?

- What about you and Karen? - Nothing.

It's terrible. It's not good.

You still thinking about getting a place in the city?

I can't afford it, not without that bonus Getty promised me.

I'm stuck here.

This sucks.

No. No, no, no, no. Fuck our attitudes, man.

We're a bunch of crybabies.

I'm not letting you give up.

I'm not giving up. I'm just being realistic.

You're being a pussy, and it ends now.

You're going to get in this car.

We're going to drive to the club.

You're going to find Getty,

and you're gonna ask for your job back.

Hell, you fucking beg if you have to.

You really think it'll work?

No. No way.

But you got to at least try.

That's what life is, man. It's a game--

David, come on. Enough chitchat.

It's time to get back to work.

Very good to see you, Mr. Myers.

My, uh, stepfather says hello.

How are you? David, let's go.

Okay.

Come on.

I'm sorry.

I'm sorry.

You all right?

[engine starts]

David, where are you going?

David.

Mr. Getty?

What the hell do you want?

My old job back.

Why? Season's over.

Not quite. There's one week left,

which means we don't have much time

to get your ready for the club tennis championship.

- I'm ready. - With all due respect, sir.

I don't believe you are.

I see that your tennis elbow has flared up again,

which tells me you're pro-netting during your serve

and that your timing is off

so you're hitting the ball too late.

Nobody knows your game like I do.

You need me. And I need that bonus.

Okay.

See you on the court.

Aah!

[no audible dialogue]

[no audible dialogue]

Go.

- Nice. - [grunt]

Yeah.

- [horn honks] - Ship: Aloha.

Where's Wheeler?

All right. I don't know, dude.

Hey, does anybody know where Wheeler is?

[brakes screech]

All right, just keep coming up.

That's fine. Just a little farther up.

Hey, Misty.

Just wait. Can you talk?

I'm late for work. What?

Listen, I just want to let you know

I sold my Trans Am to pay off my, uh,

coke supplier,

so I can't give you a lift home

unless you want to, you know, go with my mom

and my brother and sister, which wouldn't be that cool.

No, I'm fine. I'll get another ride. Thanks.

Hey, wait. Um,

Ganz offered me a chance to work off what I owed him,

but I said no. I'm done.

No more selling coke.

From now on, just sticking to weed.

Why'd you do it in the first place?

For the money.

And to impress you. I mean, Jesus Christ,

I just wanted you to think I was cool.

I can think of a million better ways.

I thought you were a smart guy.

I am a smart guy.

Fuck.

Hey, what did you decide about community college?

[sigh] Classes start in two weeks.

Awesome.

What about you?

What are you doing this fall?

Actually, funny enough,

you inspired me to give school another try.

So thank you.

Seriously?

Don't get me wrong.

I still think higher education

is mostly a scam invented by the futon industry,

- but-- - Yeah. Right.

...it beats sticking around here.

It's not so bad.

- All right, well-- - [snap]

** [ukulele]

Spirits?

Yeah? Shim-shim-shimmy?

So first you start with the waves.

Waves. Up and up and up.

Other side.

Kind of sing your praises of the birds.

And shimmy.

Shimmy, shimmy, shimmy, shimmy,

shimmy, shimmy, shimmy.

There you girls go.

You girls are so good at this.

All right, girls, go get some free ice cream up there.

Go, go, go. Good job, everyone.

- [girls squealing] - Yay!

Go ahead, boys.

You guys can go get some ice cream.

- Hi. - Hey.

How are you?

Fine. You?

Yeah. Uh, good.

Barry decided not to press charges.

I figured you probably had something to do with that,

so thanks.

Yeah. You're welcome.

Uh, it's been weird not talking.

I know.

Maybe a good thing, you know?

Gave me time to think about the stuff

you said about me needing to grow up.

I was just upset.

Yeah, but not wrong.

I do need to grow up.

And I've been trying to think more about the future,

but it's not as easy for me as other people.

I mean, look at you. You've known since you were 14

that you wanted to be a nurse

and have a big house with kids

and a cat.

[sigh] I-- I just, you know, wish--

I wish I knew I wanted the same things,

but I don't.

I mean, maybe-- maybe some day I will.

But right now...

I don't know. I just don't know.

I wouldn't mind you not knowing what you wanted

if I just knew...

that you... wanted me.

You know.

Give me a seltzer and lime.

Staying away from the hard stuff today?

- Hydrating. - Hmm.

- Thank you. - Right, for the big match.

You got it.

So, uh, how's the kid been as coach?

Kid's been good.

- Tough? - Mm.

That's good.

Hey, did you ever end up getting that boat?

Alas, I did not.

Well, you are wise to wait

because rumor has it

Galexa's stock is going to split by the end of the year,

so you can get yourself a whole fleet of boats.

I sold.

You what?

All of it, two weeks ago.

In the middle of a rally you cashed out?

I came out ahead. I still made money.

Nothing. Not any real money.

Unbelievable.

Ah-- Okay.

So you're back.

Guess my father couldn't survive without you.

I don't feel like talking right now.

I'm confused why I haven't heard from you

- since New York. - Yeah?

I'm confused why you never told me

- you had a boyfriend. - Mark and I are not together.

- Well, your dad thinks so. - Well, he's mistaken.

Ever thought of setting him straight?

That would just make him angry.

Isn't that the point?

I mean, come on, Skye. We both know.

that's the only reason why you asked me to the city:

because you're bored and spoiled,

and you like to use guys to piss off your folks,

which is fine. Whatever. Have fun.

Just do me a favor. Leave me out of it.

Mahalo.

What's this?

A virgin G&T.

So tonic?

- And lime. - Mm.

Thanks.

Come on. What's a guy got to do

to turn that frown upside-down?

Just give me time.

I'm in no hurry.

We can go slow.

There it is.

What can I say? I have a gift.

Getty: All right, is everybody having fun?

- [cheering] - Yeah!

All right. Well,

it's hard to believe

another summer is coming to an end,

uh, but there's plenty of fun left,

including the Red Oaks Men's Tennis Singles Championship.

Not, uh, not to plug myself,

but I will be competing in that.

You'll win.

All right, honey,

not in front of everybody.

As is our tradition here at Red Oaks,

we have-- Our very own Nasser

is going to sing a song he has prepared

in honor of this year's Labor Day Luau.

Nasser, step on up here.

How about a hand for Nasser?

All right.

Mr. D.J., if you would so indulge me.

** [guitar]

Ah.

** [band]

* Waikiki *

* At night when your shadows are falling *

* I hear your rolling surf calling *

* Calling and calling to me *

* Waikiki *

*My world is empty without you *

* I miss that magic about you *

*The magic beside the sea *

*The magic of Waikiki *

*The magic beside *

* The sea *

*The magic of Waikiki *

[cheering]

Thank you.

Ladies and gentlemen,

please take your seats

for the Red Oaks Men's Tennis Championship.

David: Get ready.

Mm-hmm. Mm-hmm.

He's a baseliner,

so you're going to want to hit the ball deep

with plenty of top spin.

Have you been seeing my daughter?

What? No.

- No? - No.

Man: Hey, what's going on?

We hung out, like, one time.

But, you know, she's not interested in me.

She was just doing it to piss you off.

Well, it's working.

Nasser: All right, gentlemen,

let's get this started, shall we?

Getty.

Feinberg.

I hear you've been training a bit.

A little bit.

Haven't got to play as much as I'd like to,

between work and all the charities

my wife's got me involved in.

Just save the excuses for after the match.

- We'll see, buddy. - Okay.

Fay: You got it, darling.

All right, good people of Red Oaks,

who amongst you is prepared for some tennis?

[cheering]

Girl: Go get him, Mr. Getty!

[applause]

- [ball hits net] - [cheering]

That's my guy.

* If you want me, come and get me *

*You don't have a chance if you don't move now *

That's it.

*Know that I'm playing to win this time *

* When you make your move, I won't hesitate *

*If you take too long, you could be too late *

*This time I'm way into it *

*If you want me, come and get me *

*Don't wait around for another chance *

God damn.

*Make your mind up, make your play *

*You should be playing to win this time *

Oh!

*When you make a move *

* I won't hesitate *

*If you take too long *

*You could be too late *

Way to go, Mr. Getty!

*This time I'm playing to win *

*You know that I mean it, baby *

*This time I'm playing to win *

** [vocalizing]

* This time I'm playing to win *

[cheering]

Whoa. Uh-- Uh... aloha.

Welcome to Red Oaks' Labor Day luau.

Happy Labor Day. Uh--

Uh...

Uh-oh.

Oh, thank God.

Ship: I almost got run over again.

[cheering]

Man: Douglas Getty?

- Yes? - FBI.

You're under arrest.

Excuse me. On what charges?

Insider trading securities and mail fraud,

aiding in the filing of false documents,

providing false statements to the government,

- and conspiracy. - That's horse shit.

That is total horse shit.

Horse shit. You know that, right?

No, Dad, no.

Don't you think for a minute

I don't know what's going on here.

Please, this is about insider trading?

This is about you-know-who in the mayor's office, hmm?

You don't have the decency

to do this at my husband's office.

You have to come here and embarrass us

in front of all of our friends, you piece of shit!

Don't worry, darling. Everyone,

just enjoy yourselves. This is so stupid.

They don't know what they're talking about.

Oh, my God. Don't worry about it.

**["Blue Hawaii"]

Yeah. We're actually recording some new tracks right now,

some very, very choice material I'm very excited about.

- See you, Steve! - Hey, bite me, dickface.

Happy Labor Day.

Hi.

Hey. Taking off?

Yeah. Will I see you around next summer?

Maybe. Maybe not.

What do you mean, maybe?

I was just trying to play cool.

- That's a bad idea. - You think so?

- Yeah. - Hey, you're right.

Misty, wait.

Hold up a second.

Nasser: There he is.

Boychik, boychik, boychik.

What a day. Quite a day, indeed.

Club president hauled off in handcuffs.

[whistling]

That's one for the newsletter.

Yeah. That was crazy.

Well, now that summer's all wrapped up,

what are your next plans?

Back to NYU.

Oh, and I can't get you

to reconsider joining me in Boca for the winter?

The shuffleboard set love a man in tiny shorts.

You never know. I may show up on your doorstep.

I can see it now.

We'll be like Sinatra and Danny Kaye on shore leave.

You already have the uniform.

Yes, this. Well,

unfortunately, I won't be needing this for some time.

What about your boat?

I decided to purchase a new car

for my wife instead.

And there she is.

She decided to take you back?

My sweet bam-bam? Yes, she did, indeed.

She always does. She pretends not to,

but she misses me dearly. Wouldn't you?

- It's a nice car. - Ha ha!

It's like I always say:

the smart money is in the stock market.

Herb: Heh.

I got to hand it to you, kid.

I didn't think you'd last the summer.

Me, neither.

You going to come back next year?

I hope so.

Well, just in case I kick the bucket before then,

I'm going to give you a piece of advice

that I wish I had taken when I was your age.

Okay.

Don't become a bean counter

just to please your old man.

You'll only grow to resent him,

and worse, you'll be unhappy.

He lived his life. You live yours.

[engine starts]

* Bowling down the alley *

* With pretty, playful Sally *

* Rolling down the alley *

* Both Sally and me *

Good shot. Wow, I haven't been served to like that

- in a long time. - [chuckling]

Okay.

Ohh. Spare two.

David, your mother and I want to give you a heads up

about some of the changes

that might be on the horizon.

because we love you

and because, you know,

we want you to be involved

in some of the decisions,

like, uh...

well, whether you should go to a less pricey school,

like, uh, I don't know, Montclair State

or Bergen Community College--

which, by the way, has a solid accounting program.

And, uh...

where you're going to live in the fall

because we're selling the house.

Your mother and I are getting a divorce.

Well, technically, it's a trial separation.

But I think it's going to stick.

So we'll sell the house,

and your mother will be the listing agent.

I told you that we're going to sell, didn't I?

Okay.

That's all you have to say?

No.

I don't want to be an accountant.

I know.

Oh, boy.

Give your old man a hand.

[ball bounces]

Well, I'm going to take a stab

and say she's not here to see me.

Go on. Go talk to her.

Hi.

Hi.

My father wanted you to have this.

He said you earned it.

Things must be pretty crazy at your place, huh?

Yeah.

The house is crawling with lawyers.

I had to get out of there.

The reason I came is

I wanted to clear something up.

Okay.

I didn't ask you to New York just to piss off my father.

No, I, um-- I asked you

because I think you're funny

and...very cute when you're confused,

which is a lot of the time.

And I thought it would be fun.

And it was.

Oh, I like you.

Ha ha.

Which, ah...

that is a...

very difficult feeling for me to have right now.

Why?

Because I'm leaving for France.

Oh. I thought your dad wasn't letting you go.

Yeah. He, uh, he changed his mind.

He didn't say, but, if I had to guess,

I'd say he just wanted to spare me

the whole ordeal of the trial.

How long are you going to be gone?

A year.

Wow. Okay.

Ugh. Yeah.

I know.

That's a long time.

Yeah.

So, uh, I guess I'll see you when you get back.

No.

Come find me in Paris.

* Oh, babe, I want to taste your lips *

*I want to be your fantasy *

* Oh, stay with me, baby *

*And hold me all night long *

*Stay with me, lay with me *

*Holding me, loving me *

* Baby *

*Here with me, there with me *

*Feeling you close to me, baby *

*So show me, show me everything you do *

* 'cause, baby, no one does it quite like you *

*Love you *

* Need you *

*Oh, baby *

*I want to kiss you all over *

*And over again *

*I want to kiss you all over *

*Till the night closes in *

*Till the night closes in *

* Till the night closes in *

* Till the night closes in *