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["Fresno" by Tim Hockberry]

♪ I'm going to Fresno

♪ Oh I won't be back tonight

♪ I'm going to Fresno

♪ I was blockin' all my life

♪ Don't try to find me

♪ I'm like a needle in the stack ♪

♪ I'm going to Fresno

♪ And I'm never coming back

♪ Yeah yeah yeah yeah

♪ I'm going to Fresno

♪ Oh I won't be back tonight

♪ I'm going to Fresno

♪ I was blockin' all my life

♪ Don't try to find me

♪ I'm like a needle in the stack ♪

♪ I'm going to Fresno

♪ I'm going to Fresno

♪ I'm going to Fresno

♪ And I'm never coming back

♪ Yeah yeah yeah yeah

♪ Yeah yeah yeah yeah ♪

[news reporter] In local news, a tragic accident

in the town of Petaluma yesterday

as an immigration and customs enforcement agency

'vehicle collided with a pickup truck.'

'Luke James Clarkman died at the scene .'

'He was the son of Sawyer and Susanna Clarkman.'

Among the largest dairy suppliers in California.

'Police are still investigating'

'the circumstances of the accident.'

'Services to Luke Clarkman will be held this Thursday.'

'Our thoughts and prayers are with the family.'

[dramatic music]

[officer #1] Why don't you tell me again what happened?

Um...

I came to and, uh, panicked.

The agent, he helped me out.

Pulled Hassie out.

[somber music]

And that's when I saw him.

And the agent tried to calm her down..

I was in shock.

I-I was in shock.

I know that road like the back of my hand.

I don't know how it could've happened...

I don't understand how it could've happened...

[officer #1] Were you under the influence of any substances

had anything to drink?

[sobbing]

I don't drink.

And where were you going?

It's so stupid.

[sobbing] I'm sorry. I'm sorry.

To the Daltons

Hassie left some stuff there.

[officer #1] 'Ms. Cortez..'

[speaking in foreign language]

I have a green card.

[officer #1] 'Are you married?'

Am I trouble?

[officer #2] 'Just one last question.'

[trembling]

[officer #1] 'Who was driving?'

[engine revving]

I had a feeling that I would find you here.

Hey, dad.

- Everything okay? - Yeah.

Yeah, just...

...thinking about mom.

Has she ever once worked for, uh, Clarkman Ranch?

Clarkman?

Um...

M-m-maybe that's what it is called.

I don't remember.

Why do you ask?

Why, I saw their house on the news and...

Well, it looked like the same house in some of mom's pictures.

The news?

Yeah, the Clarkman's son

just died in a car accident.

We can't imagine.

I was just wondering if, maybe, they can help.

You know, ask them to find out where she is

or the last time they talked to her.

She worked there it was...

...so long ago.

Before you're born.

What you imagine they could tell you.

I don't know.

[speaking in foreign language]

Is that one of your ancient Persian sayings?

No.

It is one of the lines from my mother's favorite soap opera.

[laughs]

"The past has passed"

How about we do some pizza today?

What not, I thought you're gonna do, Koobideh.

Oh, yes, um, I wasn't able to lift the fields today

there was an irrigation issue and Victor called us--

Right, so you forgot.

[laughs]

Yes, perhaps it may have slipped my mind, yes.

Okay, but I get to pick the toppings.

Okay.

No pineapple.

We are making a pizza.

- Not a cocktail. - Okay, dad.

[instrumental music]

[Hazan] 'Noah? What do you want for breakfast?'

[music continues]

[rock music]

[moaning]

[moaning]

Uh...

Uh...

'Oh.'

You just gonna rush out?

Thought you'd want me to.

What gave you that impression?

I can't imagine what you're going through

Says the man who met me in a motel.

You're right. I needed to feel something good.

'Thank you for that.'

Now come lay down with me for a minute.

We can pretend that this was something more.

Maybe it could be.

Your client might see that as a conflict of interest.

Is it?

'Doesn't change the fact that he'd see it that way.'

[exhales]

Miller Dalton is a clown.

You don't believe that.

If you did, you wouldn't be working for him.

You give me too much credit.

If I didn't, I wouldn't be fucking you.

You make it sound so dirty.

[instrumental music]

[Hunter] 'What's going on with Holloway?'

Profits have tanked.

Holloway is afraid of losing his savings.

I'm begging you, please.

He doesn't turn the business around, I'll have to sell it.

Miller, your dad and a few others are..

...hoping to buy 'em out.

That's no secret.

Rumor is Holloway had a new project he was working on.

Something that would have saved him, but it got stalled up.

That's a new one.

[Hunter] Did Miller make arrangements

to tank Holloway's deal?

Drop the price down, so we could swoop in?

Swoop.

I see what you did there.

See you around?

How's Clara?

Did you think I wasn't gonna check if you had a wife first?

Oh, and Tom, your son.

'They just found out that they're pregnant?'

'Lucy just graduated?'

'It would be a shame to ruin this happy time'

and your kids life with a messy divorce, hmm?

What do you want?

I've got more questions.

Steve.

You said you liked it dirty.

[instrumental music]

[door closes]

For fuck sake.

Mom.

Mom, you okay?

Well, that's kind of a stupid question.

Do you need something?

No. Just going up to talk to dad.

Okay, can you at least wait until after the ceremony?

The wake.

Yeah. That.

Is it true that you told the workers

they couldn't attend or pay their respects.

Today is for family and friends.

- Not employees. - To him, they were family.

That's what you never understood.

[exhales]

Is there anyway around it?

Legally? No.

This is what I pay you for

to tell me that things aren't possible

when I can do them myself.

We've been at this for hours.

'I'm not sure what you want me to say?'

- 'I am only an accountant.' - How about something helpful?

- There is tons of assets. - Mm-hmm. Wait.

Something that you have reveled in being to able to manage.

'And partake it.'

This might be a good time for a recess.

- 'Give me some time.' - I do not have the time.

- 'To decide what you want.' - What I want?

What I want.

What I fucking want.

What I want is for my son.

Not be in a box behind this house

waiting to be lowered into a hole.

That is what I fucking want!

[dramatic music]

But we all can't have what we want, can we?

I'll settle for some ideas.

On what we've been working on

'in regards to my estate for the last three months.'

Get the fuck out of here. The both of you.

What?

I need to call the funeral home

and Father Keicher was asking what hymns we would like.

Pick whatever you want.

Some of our friends called offering help.

Your friends, not mine. I don't care.

I just really wanted your input.

That you're gonna do whatever you goddamn want.

You always do.

So do it.

Fuck!

[Luke] 'Hey, Hass, I just wanted to say'

'I know it's cheesy, but here it goes.'

'You don't suck. Happy Birthday.'

[sobbing]

[dramatic music]

[speaking in foreign language]

Huh?

[speaking in foreign language]

Hmm.

[speaking in foreign language]

[cellphone ringing]

[Mael] 'How are you?'

[exhales]

Come to the wake with me.

Hassie, your mother.

[Hassie] 'Fuck my mother.'

Hassie, please--

No. Don't.

Don't say that I'm too emotional, and I...

'I can't take decisions or any of that bullshit.'

[somber music]

She's grieving too...

I just wish you could come to the wake with me.

If we go...

It'll make everything about you and me.

And this is about Luke.

This is about Luke.

And you're saying goodbye to him.

'So..'

I'll be here.

I don't know what to do.

[exhales]

[unintelligible]

But someone recently told me to focus on what I do know

and then take it from there.

What do you know?

That I love you.

[sobbing]

Even after what I did?

No. It was an accident.

That I caused.

It was an accident.

Okay?

[sniffles]

'So look, um..'

Say goodbye to Luke...

Say goodbye to your brother, and then, um...

...in a few days...

...we can figure out what's next, okay?

Hass?

I love you too.

[speaking in foreign language]

Thank you.

[speaking in foreign language]

I don't speak Spanish.

You're looking for a job?

I can help if it can mean I can talk to someone?

See where the other ones are over there.

You picked a shitty day to come.

Uh...

The owner's kid passed away and we're having a funeral.

Well I come back another time.

No, no, no. You're here.

Keep movin'

No, wait, I just need to talk to someone

who might have worked here back in '01.

Lot of people come and go.

'01 was before me and my mom.

'My dad was around, so..'

If anyone knows, it would be him.

[speaking in foreign language]

Ah, speak of the devil.

[speaking in foreign language]

'Listen, stick with these guys.'

[speaking in foreign language]

Will talk to you after the vigil.

Uh, okay.

[somber music]

[music continues]

[Natalia] 'I know you don't feel like eating,'

but you gotta keep your strength.

[indistinct]

Heard anything else from the cops?

Case closed.

It is officially an accident.

Are you still okay?

Mm-hmm.

Are you sure?

Si.

Can we take a walk?

Yeah. Of course.

[speaking in foreign language]

[Hassie] 'I can't believe you have to work.'

I don't really have a choice.

[In unison] I just wanted to make sure you--

- That you are okay. - Thank you.

I've been worried about you.

You've barely left your room.

Sorry that I haven't said thank you.

If you hadn't been so quick--

Hassie.

You're my best friend.

Okay.

You could have lost your scholarship

or gone to a prison, it would have destroyed your life.

I didn't want that.

Luke wouldn't want that.

What about you?

Oh, what about me.

Your future?

I was sober.

Okay, I knew I wouldn't get in that kind of trouble.

Plus, this is my future.

You have stuff to lose, Cam.

Hey.

We have each other's backs.

Ride or die. Right?

Ride or die.

Did we raise you in a barn?

Do knock.

We're about to start.

Mm-hmm, well...

Oh, the five texts from your mother

make me painfully aware of that.

Five minutes.

I need to talk to you.

Miller is after Holloway's land.

Get to something I don't know.

Holloway was planning on building some kind of

eyesore resort to get him out of gambling debt

and declining revenue. Until the bald eagles--

Miller had the endangered nest moved on to his land.

'He's got someone from the conservation society'

'in his pocket.'

I've been at this a while.

Miller is promising Holloway to buy him temporarily.

like an investment,

It's a trap

he'll halt construction on the resort

won't give him the land back.

If we use this, we can get to Holloway to--

Let Miller play his games.

He can have the land.

If he can get it.

Don't waste anymore time on this.

'We've got bigger fish to fry.'

You said that nothing was more important in this.

You said if Miller sits on both sides of us

we'd be putting the future of this farm in jeopardy I had to--

We need to get our own house in order.

Otherwise, we might as well hand it to him on a platter.

[cellphone dings]

I'm sorry, I thought our house was in order.

Apparently, the dead are impatient.

Come on, honey.

Let's do this.

[instrumental music]

[Fr. Keicher] 'We are gathered here to honor the memory'

'of Luke Nolan Clarkman.'

The family has asked me to read a few words on their behalf.

[speaking in foreign language]

[Fr. Keicher] 'When we experience events like this'

'and men like Luke are taken from us..'

All we can think about is how unfair it all is.

[speaking in foreign language]

[Fr. Keicher] We need to accept God has a plan.

'That things happen for a reason..'

'Hard as that may be to comprehend.'

[speaking in foreign language]

We must take refuge in the Lord Jesus Christ.

'We must carry the cross we've been given.'

We must fortify ourselves in God's love and mercy.

[speaking in foreign language]

[sobbing]

[Fr. Keicher] And we must trust in the plan our father has

'that this tragedy needed to happen'

'so that we can grown in faith and virtue.'

[scoffs]

Well, why don't you carry the cross?

Sawyer, don't--

Excuse me?

That you dedicated your life to God.

So you tell us.

Hmm?

What is the plan?

Why exactly does my son's story have to end?

Why his life is reduced to some

mystical bump in the road to serve the rest of our stories.

- 'Come on..' - Sawyer...

Don't disrespect our son.

Our son is dead.

[crying]

And I don't think this well-tipped gas bag

gives a fuck.

Dad?

[crying]

[indistinct chatter]

A lot of people are here to show your brother respect.

At least you could do is try.

They think they understand that I'm not in the mood.

None of us are in the mood.

It's beautiful, mom.

One more detail to take care of.

Nobody cares.

[guest #1] 'Hey.'

You know, you practically put us in that truck.

Don't push your guilt on me.

You're not the only one who's worried about him.

He was proud of his son.

[Hunter] 'There something he's not telling me.'

Something, somehow worse.

What is wrong with you?

What could possibly be worse?

I won't apologize for focusing on the living.

Not all of us need the feel to vomit

our emotions onto everybody else around us.

I have my own way of coping with pain.

[indistinct chatter]

[dramatic music]

[keys clacking]

[music intensifies]

[instrumental music]

You're new.

Just passing through.

It's a weird thing to crash.

So were you close?

Oh, yeah, we grew up here.

He was one of my best friends.

Well, you grew up here?

Yeah, my family and I came here when I was little.

I have no real memories of anywhere else.

When was that?

Um, I was...

I was like 10 or 12 years ago

now.

Okay.

[speaking in foreign language]

I'm so sorry.

It was lovely chatting with you.

Yeah. You too.

[speaking in foreign language]

The kid I was telling you about.

I'm sorry if this is a bad time.

No, no, no, no. We're done.

- What's your name? - We're done?

Noah, Noah Karmon.

- 'Please.' - Karmon?

- I'm talking to you. - Where are you from?

What are you doing here?

- I'm looking for a-- - 'Papa.'

Look, did you work here about 20 years ago?

- Yes, I did. - Okay, okay, okay.

- Is that your plan, huh? - So who are you looking for?

[speaking in foreign language]

What do you want? What are you doing--

I don't wanna cause any trouble.

[speaking in foreign language]

He'll cool off, don't worry.

It had nothing to do with you.

Just spit it out, why are you here?

Uh, I wasn't born Karmon. I was born Uribe.

You...

You're Paula Uribe's son?

You knew my mother.

I haven't heard that name in almost 20 years.

How is she?

I was hoping you can tell me.

César and her worked here for a while.

Who's that?

Oh. Her husband.

She never mentioned him before.

What was he like?

He worked...

Sent money back to her in Hermosillo.

Usual story.

César said that she had saved up enough money to cross.

I warned her not to

being the way he was.

But she paid the coyote and, uh...

She made her way here.

The rest is history.

How old are you?

Uh, 18.

I was born...

I was born on my dad's farm a few months after she arrived

and um.. Well, he never told me much about her life before.

I was only little when ICE came and took her.

She always said that we'd see each other soon.

'And then there was nothing.'

Ah, well.

You know, uh...

It can be really dangerous...

...crossing.

But she was a good woman.

Vibrant, life of the party..

Just from the little that I remember

I mean, the pictures that I have, she, uh...

she seems so different.

Yeah, well...

Life has a way of changing people.

[exhales] I'm really sorry, son.

Oh, uh, wait. Um...

I, uh, I have so many more questions

why, uh, why did she leave?

He told her not to come back, why?

[exhales]

Mijo, the past is just as the past--

What about César?

I mean that they were together then, he might be my father.

And what happened to him?

He was outta here before she even left.

From-from, what I remember, she wasn't...

She wasn't with anyone on dad's farm.

'You were young, I'm sure you're mother'

'didn't tell you a lot of things, but..'

That's all the story your gonna get here, you know.

I'm sorry, I couldn't help you more.

W-well, um...

Wait, maybe, um...

Maybe Mr. Clarkman? Maybe he knows something?

Hey this is my mother we're talking about.

Mijo.

His son just died.

Leave him be.

Oh.

[mooing]

We lost our...

We lost our brother today.

[sobbing]

[sniffling]

[cellphone ringing]

Hey, sorry about that, dad. I was uh

in the bathroom.

Everything okay?

I was gonna ask you the same thing.

You said you'd call.

Yeah, I was, uh...

...about to.

[Hazan] 'Are you coming home tomorrow morning?'

Um...

Hey kid, are you there?

Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah. Uh, no, we're gonna...

We're just gonna stick around for a little bit.

Oh, there is some sick waves, so...

Is that okay?

Them buyers won't wait for their goods forever, you know.

Well, Elena's better at holding the fort down

than you give her credit.

Look, I'll be back before you know it.

Drive safe, okay?

Yeah, of course, dad.

Uh, I'll talk to you later, okay?

[exhales]

[dramatic music]

[indistinct chatter]

I just want to say thank you.

Thank you for honoring my son.

He would have loved it.

[knocking on door]

[speaking in foreign language]

Mrs. Clarkman? What a surprise.

'Please, come in.'

Oh, that won't be necessary.

Is something wrong?

You both have been very kind to Luke over the years.

I want to thank you for that.

I've been busy in making everything perfect

to say goodbye to my son.

But now that distraction is over.

Now all I have is the giant hole

that he left behind.

I'm having a hard time carrying that burden

while looking at the woman who killed him.

And her mother.

Ma'am--

You both need to leave this property

first thing tomorrow morning.

Mrs. Clarkman...

We've been here over 10 years--

If I see your face again.

I will call immigration.

[theme music]