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(quiet music)
(indistinct chatter)
(quiet footsteps tapping)
(machine beeping)
(door squeaking)
(machine beeping)
(serious music)
- [Woman] What the hell are you doin' in here?
Oh it's you again.
I thought I told you never to come back here.
(machine beeping rapidly)
(speaking foreign language)
(continuous beeping) (thudding)
(quiet music)
♪ Love writes a letter ♪
♪ And sends it to hate ♪
- [Casey] If you're reading this
it means that I am dead.
Sorry about that.
The events the past few days
have been an adventure to say the least.
♪ The weather was fine and the ocean was great ♪
♪ And I can't wait to see you again ♪
- [Casey] But I told you before that nothing has changed,
my mind hasn't changed.
I will never be normal.
You need normal.
I know in my heart that this world is too big for me.
♪ No one here cares ♪
- [Casey] It always has been.
While I walk amongst the living
I have never truly felt alive.
I won't get all cliche and ask for your forgiveness
or even your understanding.
I only ask that you accept why I have to go.
♪ I Barely even noticed that you were away ♪
♪ I'll see you or I won't, whatever ♪
- [Casey] I hope I leave this world and you in better shape.
♪ Hate keeps his head up and walks through the street ♪
- [Casey] Lord knows you haven't had it easy.
♪ Every stranger and drifter he greets ♪
♪ And shakes hands with every loner he meets ♪
♪ With a serious look on his face ♪
(scraping)
(phone ringing)
- [Casey] Since I suck at "Goodbyes,"
I'll just say, ♪ I should not have been ♪
- "Fuck it." ♪ Gone for so long ♪
- [Casey] Your friend, Casey.
♪ I'm yours and that's it ♪ (phone ringing)
♪ Forever ♪
- [Woman On Answering Machine] Hi this Cheryl Coons
with Attorney Abe Berkman's office.
I'm trying to reach Casey Dombrosky. (giggles awkwardly)
I'm calling about an urgent matter
(Casey gasping) regarding a probate issue
Mr. Berkman would like to speak to you about.
If you could give me a call back
I sure would appreciate it.
You can reach me at 216-555-2192, okay?
(metallic cracking)
(thudding)
Have a nice day. (beeping)
(panting)
(typewriter clacking) (quiet music)
- Mr. Berkman will be with you shortly.
- Thanks. (quiet music)
- You Dombrosky?
- Yeah. (typewriter clacking)
- Cheryl, would you get me the Huffnagle file?
And for Christ's sake get this kid some water.
He looks like shit, come on back.
Come on! (sighs)
Thanks Cheryl. (tray clattering)
Not bad huh?
- I'm sorry? - Cheryl.
Not bad lookin'.
- I guess not.
- Would you believe she posed for Playboy in the 70s?
79 I think, maybe 78.
Anyway she was a looker in her day.
- Well I'm sure she was.
- So, I bet you're wondering
what all this is about?
- I'm a little curious.
- Does the name Edna Huffnagle mean anything to you?
- I think my mom had an Aunt Edna.
My grandmother's sister I think.
- That's the one.
Unfortunately Casey, Ms. Huffnagle passed away last month.
- Wow, that's too bad.
I didn't really know her.
I mean, I don't think I saw her after I was five or six.
- Well I'm not sure if you know it not,
but Ms. Huffnagle never married
and never had any children of her own.
In addition to that she had amassed a considerable estate,
specifically from the royalties
of a patent she held and licensed out.
- Oh, good for her.
- Ever hear of the Pocket Blaster?
- No, what, is it a tool or something?
- In a sense, it's a
how do I put this?
It's a woman's personal massage device.
- Oh? - Your Aunt Edna
invented it, quite a remarkable little device.
Well at any rate, I was Ms. Huffnagle's attorney
for about the last 10 years or so.
I'm also the executor of her will.
- Well what does that mean?
- Well it means that she appointed me
to see that all of her estate is dealt with.
Specifically I'm responsible for the division
of all of her assets according
to her very explicit instructions.
- Okay, and sorry,
what does that have to do with me?
- Aside from a few charitable organizations
you are Ms. Huffnagle's sole beneficiary.
- You mean she left me all her money?
- Bingo! (clock ticking)
- Why would she do that?
- Casey did you know anything about your Aunt Edna?
- No, like I said I didn't really know her.
I mean, after she disappeared
I just assumed she was dead
and nobody ever talked about her after that.
- Casey, the reason your aunt never officially married
and never had any children
was because she was a lesbian.
- Oh, wow. (clock ticking)
I didn't know. - Well that's probably
because in those days
it was much less accepted than is today.
And when she finally decided to come out
her family, your family,
essentially disowned her.
And she lived the rest of her life ostracized.
- Wow, I didn't know any of that.
Nobody ever said anything.
That's really shitty.
- I suspect your aunt knew you'd feel that way
and perhaps that's why she named you as beneficiary.
Let me read to you the pertinent part of Edna's will.
Let's see, I got it, all right.
"Casey, you were always a well behaved and polite boy.
"And although I have not seen you for many years,
"it was obvious to me, even at an early age,
"that you would share in my struggle
"as you progressed through life.
"Please know that no one should ever make you feel
"like less of a person because of who you are
"or whom you choose to love.
"It is for this reason I bequeath the sum
"of $248,000 to my great-nephew, Casey Dombrosky,
"if he survives me.
"It is my hope that this money
"will make it possible for him
"to announce to the world who he is and to be proud."
- Um I'm sorry, I'm confused.
- Your great-aunt left you a quarter of a million dollars,
minus taxes, and fees, and what not.
- Why? - Your aunt
wanted you to have that money
because you shared in her struggle.
- That's where I'm confused, what struggle?
- Well I suppose your aunt recognized,
even at an early age,
that you were also homosexual.
- What? (clock ticking)
I'm not gay. - It's okay Casey.
I'm not here to judge you.
Your Aunt Edna just wants you
to be proud of who you are.
Hopefully this money will make that easier.
- No, no, that's all well and good,
but I'm not gay.
- Really? - No.
- Not even a little?
- Sorry. - Oh boy.
That could be a problem.
- Why? - Well, Ms. Huffnagle
added this codicil to her will
specifically because she thought you were a homosexual.
- So if I'm straight
I don't get the money? - Precisely.
- Well then I don't get the money
'cause I'm not gay.
- Now hold on.
Let me think about this a sec.
(finger tapping)
If you can make an oath to me right now
that you are in fact gay,
I can say that the condition was met.
- I don't know Mr. Berkman
that doesn't sound kosher.
- Okay, I got it.
Would you be willing to blow me?
- No I'm not,
you're not? (Abe laughing)
- I'm just messing with you.
You don't need to say anything
or even be gay, just get with Cheryl,
sign a few documents,
and she'll cut you a check.
You should have seen the look on your face.
(Abe laughing)
(alarm ringing)
(serious music)
(children laughing)
(gun shot)
- [Children] Come on, you gotta get up.
(cartridge clinking)
(coughing)
(door squeaking)
- [Man] Are you ready Jules?
(blast)
(clock ticking)
- Jules are you ready to start talking now?
Your mother tells me you're not sleeping.
Is that true?
- I sleep. - Oh?
Because your mother, - I sleep!
- Okay, fair enough.
Are you still having the nightmares?
- No. - Is that true?
- No. - When was the last one?
- I don't know.
A couple nights ago maybe.
- [Psychologist] The same one?
- Sometimes it varies.
- Which part?
- Sometimes I wake up before he shoots me
and sometimes I won't.
- Do you ever see his face?
- No, not really.
- [Psychologist] Do you know why that is?
- Enlighten me.
- I'd like to know what you think.
- Aren't you being paid to fix me?
- I don't think you're broken.
- No, you don't think
I'm in a persistent negative emotional state
with significant impairments
in both social and academic functioning?
Hmm? (clock ticking)
- Where did you hear that?
- [Jules] Mom wrote it down.
- Jules, sometimes adults use fancy words
to say that they think that you're a very sensitive girl.
- Sensitive? - Yes.
I think that you're trying to make sense
of all these tragedies on a subconscious level.
- I'm 11, I don't have a subconscious level.
- Sure you do, everyone does.
And you're a very normal girl.
- Well now I know you're full of it.
(motorcycles rumbling)
(quiet music)
♪ Waiting so long to get with you ♪
- I can take this whenever, no rush.
- Oh thanks.
- Sad about Mrs. Abergast.
- Excuse me? - Mrs. Abergast, in 409?
She died last night.
- I'm sorry I don't,
- Shit, I'm sorry we live in the same building.
- Oh, of course, sorry.
Right, Mrs.-- - Abergast.
Wow you've really don't remember me do you?
We've talked a few times in the elevator.
You unclogged by toilet once.
- I'm sorry, my mind's somewhere else.
- She had sex with Milton Berle.
- Who did? - Mrs. Abergast.
She was an actress in Hollywood in the 50s.
Well who really knows if it was true or not.
She did have dementia.
But I like to think it was true.
- I didn't know that.
- Apparently he had a huge penis,
like legendary.
- Jess, can you come into my office?
- In a minute! - Not in a minute, now!
- Like I said, no rush.
- You know what? - Jesus!
- I don't appreciate your fuckin' attitude all right.
- Yeah, I was with - Get in
the fuckin' back, now! - A customer!
- All right? - Yeah, whatever, Jesus.
♪ I'll be only what I'll ever be ♪
(cricket chirping) (siren wailing)
- [Jess] Bite me Randy!
(door slamming)
- Everything okay? - What?
Yeah, everything is just hunky-dorry.
(Casey scoffs) Did I say something funny?
- No sorry. - Seriously.
What do you find so funny?
Is it my shit for brains boss
who won't let me have my kid's birthday off?
Or maybe it's that I'm two seconds away
from having my gas shut off, again.
Or maybe it's the general fucked up-ed-ness of my life?
- No, it was, you said hunky-dorry.
My dad used to say that.
- Yeah, that's hilarious.
- It's actually the last thing he said to me
before he died.
- Oh, now I feel like a horses ass.
- I'm Casey.
- So formal. - Yeah sorry.
- People just call me Jess.
- Hey.
- You work at my daughter's school.
I've seen you.
- Yeah? - You really need
to pay more attention to your surroundings.
- That's a good tip.
- So what are you a teacher or something?
- No, not exactly.
I'm a Lunch Lady.
- No seriously, what do you do?
- That's it, I'm a Lunch Lady.
- Oh, well that's cool.
- No it's really not.
- Whatever man, look where I work.
Whatever pays the rent.
- So what is that anyway?
I saw you starring at it inside.
What is it, your paycheck or something?
- Not exactly.
- It must be important.
You barely took your eyes off it the whole night.
- My aunt just died and this is what she left me.
- What like an inheritance or something?
- Exactly like an inheritance.
- Lucky you. (laughs)
I mean not that your aunt died.
I mean I'm sorry that was really shitty.
- [Casey] No, that's okay,
I barely knew her.
- Nice, I haven't had two 20s to rub together
in forever and you get free money
from a stranger.
I'm sorry, man (sighs)
I'm just a ray a sunshine tonight.
- That's cool.
- So why did she leave it to you?
If you didn't know her?
- She said we were kindred spirits.
- What the fuck does that mean?
- I don't know.
- So is it a lot?
- Here. (paper crinkling)
- Holy fucking shit, is this real?
- I hope so.
- This is a lot of money!
- Yeah. - What are you
going to do with it?
- I don't know.
I can't think of anything.
- I can think of a million things
off the top of my head.
- Hey Blondie, I don't pay you to smoke.
- Barely pay me at all.
- The shitter's clogged.
- So unclog it! - Now!
- It's not my fucking job.
Get Sean to do it.
- You know you're job
is to do whatever I tell you to, got it?
Now get your boney ass inside and unclog that commode
or you can take the day off
and go to your kid's birthday party
and then the next day, and the next day,
and every day after that.
- Hey, hey, hey, hey!
Would you show the lady a little respect?
- You're using that term "lady" a little loosely
don't ya think?
- There you go again.
That's not nice.
- You know what, why don't you stay out of this all right?
It ain't got nothing to do with you.
- I think it does.
How'd you feel if I said something about your mother?
- What's that about my mother?
- It's cool, I'm coming.
- You better tell your boyfriend
to watch his mouth.
- He's not my boyfriend.
He's just a customer.
- [Randy] Well she may look doable,
but she ain't worth the trouble.
- Well you've got a big mouth.
- Oh yeah, you gonna shut it for me, huh?
- Maybe. - Trust me
this bitch ain't worth it.
- Hey man, fuck you!
- Be cool! - No, no, no, no.
She doesn't need this fucking job Randy!
- Oh is that right? - Yeah I do.
- No she doesn't, that is right.
So apologize to the lady
or stick it up your ass!
- You know what, fuck you pal.
(scuffling) (Randy thudding to ground)
- Shit, what did you do?
- I don't know.
It was an accident.
- Ugh, fuck!
- I'm so sorry man.
- Ugh, you know what?
You want her, you can have her.
You're fired! - What?
- You can pick up your last paycheck on Friday.
Ya happy, shit! (groaning)
- Okay, what the hell just happened?
- I don't know.
- Did you just get me fired?
- I think so.
- Asshole, I need this fucking job!
Not matter how much a douchebag my boss is!
I don't have the grandmas leaving me
a bajillion dollars.
- It was my aunt actually.
- What? - It was
my Great-aunt Edna.
- I don't give a flip who she was.
She didn't leave me a dime!
Fuck, I gotta go.
Good luck with your new found fortune.
- Hey Jess? - What now man?
You wanna call social services
and take my kid away too?
- Can I get a ride?
- Seriously, you just got me fired!
You know that right?
And you have the balls to ask me for a ride home?
- Well see the last bus came by a minute ago
and so I'm kinda stuck.
- Get in.
(elevator bell rings)
- Oh, this is my floor.
I'm really, really sorry.
I feel terrible.
- Whatever man, it was just a job.
- Okay, well good night.
(Jess sighs)
You live on this floor?
- No shit Sherlock!
(door slams)
- I'm gonna make it up to you.
- [Jess] Fuck you!
(door squeaks) (serious music)
- Somebody in here?
If someone's in here
I'm gonna bash your head in!
(rattling)
(clattering) Arg!
Who the fuck are you?
- Ryder. - What are
you doing here?
- [Ryder] Playing with my trucks?
- How did you get in here?
(toilet flushing)
- Hey, watch your fucking language
around your nephew.
- Missy what the hell?
- I almost bashed this kid's head off!
- Well that's no way to treat family.
- How the hell did you get in here?
- Mom gave me your spare key.
- Great, now I've got the change the locks.
Not that I can afford it.
- That's not what I hear.
- What is that supposed to mean?
- Cut the shit Casey.
I know about the money.
- Oh, I was wondering how long
it would take till you came slithering in.
What's wrong, husband number three's
not paying your rent anymore?
- No, he left Ryder and me a few months ago.
But that's not the point.
- Oh there's a point?
- Come on Casey, we're family.
You don't turn your back on family.
- Oh we're family now?
Okay where was family what dad died
and mom went off her meds
and didn't feed me for four days?
Oh that's right, you split, right?
Family my ass!
- That's not fair Casey.
You're not the only one who had to put up
with mom's shit!
- How much do you need?
- Half! - Half?
- Yeah, my share.
- Your share?
The fucking balls on you!
Everything about you it's just,
it's just ugly.
- You're right I'm sorry, forgive me.
I know I've been a shitty sister.
And right now, I could really use your help.
So what do ya say?
Can you help your big sis out?
- I can't believe I'm gonna say this.
I will think about it.
How much do ya need just to get by?
- Half. - Get out.
- What? - I cant' believe
for a second I fucking fell for that.
I lost my mind.
For a second I actually thought
you might have a sincere bone in your body.
Okay, I could give you money
but that's just like pissing it away.
Because you'll either snort it or smoke it,
whatever the fuck you're into now.
- Screw you and your high and mighty moral authority!
This is just like you Casey.
You think you're so perfect!
God's gift to the fucking world!
Well if you're so god damn special
why did you drop out of college, huh?
- Because I had to take care
of our train wreck of a mother
while you banged your way though the whitepages,
you're welcome by the way.
- Yeah, well if you're such an amazing son,
did you even know that your mother
is missing again?
- Missing, what do you mean?
- Missing, like all the other times!
- Shit, how long?
- What am I, her parole officer?
- She'll turn up, all right?
She always does.
- Whatever, you can't keep me from that money Casey.
It's just as much mine as it yours.
- Get out, and take your shitty kid with you.
- Fine, but you know what?
I'm gonna call my own lawyer
and I'll get my share!
And you know what else?
I hope you choke on all the lobster dinners
you buy with my money asshole!
Suck dick and die!
- Classy as always.
(door slams)
What the fuck?
(panting)
Sorry you had to hear all that kid.
- It's okay, she yells at everybody.
- Sorry I called you shitty.
You seem pretty cool.
- Hey, don't fuckin' talk to son.
Let's go Ryder!
Let's go!
- [Ryder] Bye.
(door slams)
(Casey sighs)
(quiet music)
- Like I was sayin' darling your job is kinda--
Whoa, whoa, I don't want any trouble man.
- No, no trouble, I just wanna talk.
- We ain't got nothin' to talk about.
- Yeah we do, Jess.
I want you to give her
her job back.
- See I knew you were boning her.
- I'm not boning her.
Okay, I just feel shitty
about gettin' her fired.
If you wanna get pissed at someone
be pissed at me, but not Jess.
She's got a kid to feed.
- Well she should have thought about that
before she went and sicced her crazy boyfriend on me.
- What is your malfunction?
I'm not her boyfriend.
Okay, I'm just sayin' guy to guy,
do the right thing.
- You really got it for her don't ya?
- I don't know.
What if I do?
- Ah, see I knew it, still no.
- Why not?
- Look man, I just hired a new girl all right?
And a fine lookin' one at that.
- Look, I'll make it worth your while.
- Dude I don't fuckin' swing that way bro!
- No, I mean--
Why the fuck does everyone think I'm gay?
I'm talking about money.
I'll give you money.
- Oh yeah, how much we talkin'?
- Name your price.
- Well it's gonna cost you.
I mean after all the shit she put me through?
- Okay. - I have damages you know,
emotionally and punitively and what not.
- How much?
- Five. - Five, come one
that's a little steep.
I'll give you two.
- You asked me my price.
That's my price.
- Okay, five, come on
that's highway robbery.
I'll give you three.
- Hey, you're supposed to be the big shot here.
If you can't swing $500 then
I got three words for your girlfriend.
- Whoa, whoa, you said 500?
- Did I stutter?
- Okay, all right you drive a hard bargain.
But all right five.
Paid in full.
- See that's what I'm talkin' about.
- All right so you'll call Jess
and tell her she can come back?
- Yeah, just as soon as you leave.
- Okay, thank you Randy.
I appreciate it.
- Yeah, yeah, pleasure doin' business with ya.
Sucker.
See that?
Respect. - Yeah.
- (laughing) Ow, shit.
(knocking on door)
- Hey. - Hey.
- What's up?
- So sorry about the other night.
I was kind of a bitch.
- No I had it coming.
- Yeah you did actually.
But Randy called, said I could come back to work.
- Oh yeah?
Well that's cool.
- Cut the shit, he told me you came by.
- It was no big deal.
- I don't know what you said to him
but thanks.
He was actually really cool.
- Its the least I could do.
It was kinda my fault you got fired.
- No it was 100% your fault.
What did you say to him anyway?
- Nothing really.
He was a pretty reasonable guy.
- Now I know you're a fucking liar.
Anyway I owe you one.
So if there's anything I can do for you
just let me know.
- Now that you mention it?
- That was fast.
- There is something I could use your help with.
- Well what are you waiting for?
- I don't know.
- You look terrified.
- I am. - Why?
- (sighs) I'm afraid of what I might find inside.
(Casey sighs)
(knocks on door) Ma?
Ma open the door it's me.
(sighs)
(rattles door)
Ma?
- Do you see anything?
- [Casey] I can't tell.
That could be her body inside on the floor.
- Body, whoa time out!
You think there might be a dead body in there?
Your mom's dead body?
- It's possible.
- Okay, I'm tagging out.
I'll be in the car.
- Why? - You didn't say
anything about a dead body!
- To be fair I didn't say that there wouldn't be one.
- Right. - C'mon
think of it as an adventure.
- (sighs) Fuck me.
(serious music)
Is that a foot?
(serious music)
- That seems to be the situation.
- Oh man, oh man.
Oh thank god.
Wait is your mom an amputee?
- No. (sighs)
- Then why does she have a prosthetic leg?
- I don't know.
(thumping)
- What is that?
Wait you don't know what's in there.
- Well only one way to find out.
(thumping)
(dog barking) Sammie!
Hey buddy!
(kibble rattling)
- [Jess] Oh my god it must be starving.
What kind of person leaves a dog
locked up with no food or water?
- The kind of person that doesn't remember
she has a dog.
- What do you mean?
- My mom is a little special.
- Special how?
- She has trouble coping with life sometimes.
- Don't we all?
- Not like Dorthy.
- Well what makes her so special,
besides her impressive collection
of celebrity gossip rags?
- My mother's psychotic.
- [Jess] Yeah well join the club.
My mom can be a real bitch too.
- My mom's tried to kill me.
- I'm sure, - 11 times.
- What?
- She suffers from paranoid schizophrenia
and bipolar disorder.
- [Jess] You mean like multiple personalities?
- No, she sees and hears things sometimes.
- Like ghosts?
- No, like she thinks things are happening
or going to happen to her.
This one time when I was 13,
there was this commercial
with the starving kids?
You know the one for 50 cents a day,
you too can feed the children?
Anyway she thought the guy in the commercial
was talking directly to her.
And he was telling her that is wasn't fair for her,
or us, to eat when there were children dying of hunger.
So one time we didn't eat for days.
- Shit. - Yeah.
Then one day I came home from school
and the pantry, which had been completely empty for days,
was suddenly stocked with more food
than we've ever had in there.
I thought, "Great, she'd come to her senses."
So I start makin' myself a peanut butter and jelly sandwich
and she comes into the kitchen screaming
about how the food is for the children.
And I'm like, "I am your children."
(scary music)
And she grabs a butcher knife,
(scary music)
and she stabs me right in the forearm.
- That's messed up.
- Just another day in paradise.
- So what happened with your mom?
She just snapped out of it?
- The neighbors heard all the yelling
and called the cops.
They issued a 5150.
It's a 72-hour psychiatric hold.
They took her to the nut house
and pumped her full of lithium
so she was mom again.
At least for a little while.
- And that was the first time
something like that happened?
- [Casey] I wish.
That was the fifth time she was committed.
But is was the first time
I ever saw someone tase my mom.
- [Jess] Shit.
- [Casey] Yeah well you come at the cops
with a bloody butcher knife.
I guess I'm lucky they just didn't shoot her.
(child's distorted laughter)
- So what now, should we call the cops or something?
- No, she'll turn up.
She always does.
(cassette tape clacking)
(quiet music)
- How come I don't see any pictures of you in here?
Shit I just realized I don't even know your last name.
- Dombrosky. - Dombrosky.
(gasps) Holy shit!
Is this your prom photo?
You must have been the bell of the ball.
Really so beautiful. - All right give me that.
- No, no, no.
- All right look you philistine
I was in the Shakespeare theater club
and we were traditionalists
so we did it like he did back in his days.
So all the parts by women
were played by men.
- Nerd alert!
Oh my god, did you have to make out
with this guy on stage?
You did didn't you?
- No, there was no making out, homophobe.
It was "Twelfth Night."
I was Viola and that's my twin brother Sebastian.
And just so you know Viola spends most of the time
in disguise as a man.
So really was just playing a man.
What are you doing?
- Just looking up "Twelfth Night," on Wikipedia.
- Why? - Just checking something.
- What?
- Ha, I knew it.
"The play ends in a declaration of marriage
"between Duke Orsino and Viola."
You totally made out with a dude on stage.
- It was a quick kiss.
I'll have you know the school paper
gave us a glowing review.
Glowing, it was four stars in fact.
- Yeah? - Yeah.
- And how much of that for you frenching a dude?
Bet it was hot.
- Wouldn't you like to know. - Maybe.
What's the matter?
- I just realized you're the first girl
I've ever had in here.
- Get out, I'm the first girl
you've had in your room?
- Yeah.
- Liar.
- Guess I never wanted to bring a girl around this madness.
My mom anyway.
- Man she really fucked you up huh?
- I guess so.
- Is that why you tried to kill yourself?
- What?
- You have...
- I don't, - It's okay.
This is a judgment free zone.
So why'd yo do it?
- I don't know.
- You don't why you tried to kill yourself?
- It's complicated.
- Are you depressed?
- Not exactly.
- A girl, it's always a girl.
- It wasn't a girl. - A guy?
- No, nothing like that.
- Well why?
- You're nosy.
- Yeah, so?
- I'm not happy.
- And?
- And that's it.
- You're not happy?
- Not really no.
- Well who the fuck is, George Clooney maybe?
That's no reason to cash in your chips.
- [Casey] No it's more than that.
I don't even know you, why am I telling you all this?
- Spit it out.
- [Casey] You're really pushy.
- Stalling.
- I'm incapable of experiencing joy.
Those things that make people happy,
sex, money, drugs, career,
I feel nothing.
And after a lifetime of feeling vacant
and numb I just,
I just couldn't do it anymore.
Add that to the fact that I get
a front-row seat at my own future psychosis
every time I see my mother,
I just can't.
I didn't think anyone would miss me so.
- I would have missed you.
- [Casey] Thank you, but you didn't know me three days ago.
- Still, I know I would have.
- Thanks I guess.
You probably think I'm a head case.
- No I don't.
Look I get it, I do.
Life is hard and
things are never what you think they're going to be.
I'd be lying if I said I hadn't thought about it myself.
- What stopped you?
- My daughter, Jules.
She needs me.
She's really messed up right now.
- Messed up how?
- She's just more sensitive than other kids her age.
She fixates on things.
She's a worrier.
But it pisses me off that she has to grow up
in this Fox News, 24-hour news cycle,
scare the shit out of everyone
on an hourly basis world.
Sorry am I rambling?
- No, I asked.
(jaunty carousel music)
- [Jess] When I was a little girl
my dad would take me to this park in our town
and there was this carousel,
you know with brightly painted horses,
and organ music.
And you could ride it for 25 cents.
So no matter how little money your folks made
they could always afford to take you
to ride the merry-go-round.
(serious music)
- Sounds idyllic.
- It was, it was a big, big part
of my childhood.
And then they tore it down.
- Why? - The economy
went into the shitter.
It was a two-factory town
and after the last one shut down
everything went to hell.
The town's money dried up.
They closed the park and hauled off
that carousel piece by piece.
And it was like they were hauling away my childhood.
Like the world lost all of its innocence.
- Now I really wanna kill myself.
- Shut up. (giggles)
Shit what time is it?
- It's almost three.
- I gotta go.
I told Randy I would pick up a shift.
- We can go.
- Fuck, I'm not gonna have time
to pick up Jules and then get to the diner on time!
- I can pick her up if you want.
- I couldn't.
- It's no biggie.
- Are you sure, she's kind of a handful.
- How bad can she be?
- Jules? - Yeah?
Who are you?
- I'm Casey, I live in your building.
I'm a friend of you mom's.
- Okay, well where is my mom?
- She's at work.
Yah-huh. - No, she got fired
yesterday. - No, she had to work today.
Are you going to get in?
- Did you kill my mother?
- Why the fuck would you ask me that?
- 'Cause you're driving her car.
- I don't know what to tell you
other than the fact I didn't kill your mom.
Frankly I'm a little hurt you even asked.
You gonna get in or not?
- Raise your right hand then.
- Why? - Would you just do it?
Do you solemnly swear that you won't sodomize me?
- Where'd you even learn that word, Jesus!
- "Law and Order."
- I swear I won't sodomize you, Christ!
- Okay.
Wait, is she in the trunk?
- Is who in the trunk?
- My mother.
- No, don't be ridiculous.
- Prove it.
- How? - Open the trunk.
- Seriously? - Completely.
- You darklin' kid.
(Jules sighs) There, happy?
- Yeah.
I trust you.
(car engine revs)
(meat sizzling) (upbeat music)
- Welcome to Happy Burger,
the happiest place on earth.
Can I take your order?
- This is the happiest place on earth?
- Can I just take your order dude?
- Fine, can I have the number one
with extra pickles and a large coke?
And whatever she wants.
Hey they've got a kiddie meal,
you want that?
Hey, hey, space cadet.
What do you want to eat?
- Someone in this room has a gun.
- What, where, did you see someone with a gun?
- No. - Then why
do you think they have a gun?
- Because it's a numbers game.
Statistically speaking
one in 38 people in this state
have a conceal and carry permit.
There are 38 people in this room,
so somebody's gotta be packing.
- I'm sorry her imagination's a little crazy sometimes.
- I'm not crazy.
Facts are facts, since 1983 there have been
78 mass shootings claiming the lives
of 547 people and injuring 476.
- Should I be worried?
- No, no, everything's fine.
Look, everything is fine, okay.
Nobody goes into a restaurant
and just shoots people for no good reason, okay?
Look the kids' meal has an inappropriately dressed doll.
- Okay that's not true.
Take the 1984 massacre
in a San Diego McDonald's by James Huberty.
He shot and killed 21 people
including five children before being fatally shot
by a S.W.A.T. team sniper.
- What's your point?
- One minute those people
were enjoying their Big Macs
and the next ka-blamo, dead!
All of them were dead.
- Just give her a kids meal.
- Extra pickles for me.
(cash register beeping)
Can you switch me seats?
- Why?
- [Jules] Just because.
- You've got to give me a better reason than that
if you want me to switch after the stunt
you just pulled.
- Please? - Nope.
- [Jules] Please?
- Give me a good reason.
- I can't, you'll think I'm crazy.
- I got news for you kid
I all ready think you're nuts.
- Fine.
- Eat your food.
- [Jules] No. (Casey scoffs)
- Fine see if I care.
- I'll tell my mom you made me starve to death.
- I'll tell your mom that you're a mental patient
and almost made that poor girl at the counter
piss her pants.
- I'm not a mental patient.
Studies show that the number of homicides
at fast food restaurants
is more than double that of sit-down places.
- Is that a fact? - Yes.
- Why do you think that is smarty pants?
- Fast food restaurants are easy targets
for robbery because they carry a lot of cash on hand.
Plus they're usually near major highways
making for an easy getaway.
- Where do you get this stuff?
- The internet.
- Okay why don't you talk to your mom
about monitoring your internet activity?
Shouldn't you be worrying like which Kardashians
dating which NBA player or something like that?
- Ew, fuck that!
- Hey, hey, language, Jesus.
- [Jules] I just don't care about that stuff.
- Well you should.
At your age you shouldn't be thinkin'
of messed up things like that.
- What else is there to think about?
- I don't know, unicorns and rainbows and shit.
- I'm not four.
- Yeah but you're not 40, okay?
So you shouldn't be thinkin' about that stuff.
Trust me, you've got enough time
to worry about death when you're older.
By the way, that Huberty guy in San Diego?
It wasn't a robbery.
He suffered from mental illness.
- How did you know that?
- 'Cause I was six when it happened.
Scared the shit out of me too.
- Really? - Yeah.
Didn't go to McDonald's for a long time after that.
- So then what did you do?
- Nothing, I just kept on being a kid
and eventually I got over it.
And it's what you should do.
Just be a kid and stop fixating
on all that dark stuff.
- But what if I can't?
- Well, it's off the nut house with you.
- [Kid] Screw the doctor, I want a Super Colossal Burger!
- Good enough. - Spencer Alexander Lanning
you watch your mouth.
Now you march over to that table
and you eat what's on your tray, now.
- No! (tray clattering)
- [Jules] (screams) What's happening?
- [Casey] Jules, Jules.
(Jules screams)
- [Casey] Calm down, it's okay.
It's okay, you're okay.
(Jules screams) Hey!
Everything's okay, all right?
You're fine.
Come on, it's okay.
You're okay, everything is fine.
(Jules sobs)
All right, Jesus Christ.
You scared the shit out of me.
- I'm sorry. - It's all right.
Let's get you home, come on.
It's okay, nothing to see here.
We're fine, it's all good, thank you.
Holy shit.
- [Announcer] In those mistakes
it cost them the arms race
destroyed all hope of victory.
Germany's cities are in,
- [Casey] How long's she been like this?
- A couple years.
Ever since Sandy Hook she's been preparing herself.
- For what?
- The inevitable, or at least what she thinks that is.
Like everyone else she watched it unfold on TV
and ever since she's been convinced
it's only a matter of time before it happens to her.
She's had it under control lately,
relatively speaking.
- Yeah you didn't see her in the restaurant.
I almost had a heart attack.
- Oh I've seen it.
The doctor says she has symptoms
like post traumatic stress disorder.
- Like the guys coming back from combat?
- Pretty much, it started with nightmares
and then she couldn't leave the house for a week.
And her obsession with guns and legislation.
Can you imagine an 11 year-old
who should be having slumber parties with her friends
spends her free time looking at websites
about mass murder and gun laws.
- Does she still go to therapy?
- I took her to a couple sessions
but I don't have health insurance
working at the diner.
So we just can't afford it.
(phone ringing)
- Oh excuse me.
Missy, now I have the change my locks
and my phone number.
Wait, wait, wait,
wait, slow down.
What? (chatter on the phone)
Shit! - What?
- They found my mom.
(machines beeping) (indistinct chatter)
Missy where is she?
- Hello to you too.
- Come on, I really don't have time
for your shit right now.
Just tell me exactly what happened.
- I don't know.
They won't let me see her.
They have her in a room somewhere.
- [Casey] Did you talk to her?
- What am I speaking Spanish?
They won't let me see her.
So no I haven't spoken to her.
Fuck! - We'll hang back
just do what you gotta do.
- Thanks, excuse me.
I need to see my mom Dorthy Dombrosky.
- Are you the son? - Yeah.
You have my mom in here, locked away somewhere?
- Yeah, well we had to.
The bitch is crazy.
- Who you callin' bitch, bitch?
- Missy I'll handle this.
- Better watch it lady. - Missy!
For the love of god will you shut the fuck up
and go sit down, please?
Just do what you do best
and sit this one out. - Fine.
But I'll be right over there. - Great!
Look I'm sorry.
Obviously the apple doesn't fall far from the tree.
Tell me exactly what she did.
- Hi Mr. Dombrosky, I'm Rachel Calahan
with adult protective services.
And I was on call when the incident
happened. - Okay.
What incident, please will you just stop
with the ambiguity
and tell me exactly what happened?
- Your crazy ass mother sucker punched me.
- Thank you Rita.
I believe I can handle it from here.
- Okay, (speaking foreign language)
- I don't know what she's saying.
- Mr. Dombrosky I understand
your concern about your mother.
And she's okay.
I just need you to know
this situation is very serious.
We had to sedate her.
- Okay?
- You don't seem very surprised.
- It's par for the course.
(machine beeping) (serious music)
- [Rachel] Nurse Espinoza found your mom
in the room of oncology patient
by the name of Jeff Timlin.
Do you know who that is?
- No. - Could he be
and acquaintance of your mom's?
- I don't think so.
I don't know.
Well what does that have to do with anything?
- [Rachel] Well as I was saying.
Ms. Espinoza confronted your mother
in Mr. Timlin's room while she was attempting
to administer a lethal dose of morphine
into the patient's IV. (machine beeping)
- Shit. - She's very disoriented.
She was rambling about someone named Jerry?
- My father's name was Jerry.
- Where is he?
- He passed away. - I'm sorry.
- It's fine, it's a long time ago.
- Mr. Dombrosky does your mother
have a history of mental illness?
- Does she?
Yeah, she's the poster child
for fucking mental illness.
- What was her diagnosis?
- She bipolar. - Is she under
a doctor's care?
- She was obviously,
but now, look I don't know.
We've drifted apart.
Will you just tell me what happens next?
Can I take her home?
- I'm afraid that will not be possible.
- Why not?
- Mr. Dombrosky your mother tried to kill a patient
in this hospital.
And she assaulted a staff member.
- She's harmless.
All right, she's bat shit crazy
but she's harmless.
- Be that as it may
you just need to know this is a serious situation.
There's a chance that she may be charged
and you might want to get a lawyer.
- [Man] The situation is very serious.
If convicted your mother could go away for long time.
- Convicted?
I told you she didn't try to kill anyone.
- That's not the way it looks on our end.
Now look there's still a lot of moving parts.
But once I turn this report over to the prosecutor
it's very likely your mother would be charged
with attempted murder.
- You're going to send her to prison?
- Not necessarily.
Your mom appears to have a case
for what's known as diminished mental capacity.
And basically what that is
is she lacks the ability
to differentiate between right and wrong.
- Okay. - So if the court
finds that she lacks criminal responsibility
then she could possibly be civilly committed
instead of going to prison.
- A hospital? - A state psychiatric
facility. - Fine.
- However it could take awhile
to process everything and your mom would not be getting
the treatment that needs in the interim.
My department gets involved
when someone with diminished mental capacity
becomes a threat to themselves
or to those around them
and I believe in this case
your mom falls into that category.
- (scoffs) You think?
- What I think is we may be able
to have your mom involuntarily committed now
instead of going through the criminal process.
- Meaning? - I think
that your mom requires residential treatment
for an extended period of time
because there is a substantial likelihood
that she's gonna hurt herself
or someone else if she's not committed immediately.
- Okay, but how does that keep her out of jail?
- If the judge commits her prior
to my report being submitted
the prosecution will wait
to charge her until they determine
what the diagnosis and treatment plan are.
- If that's going to keep her outta jail
then let's do it.
- [Rachel] Well it's not the simple.
- Of course it isn't.
- Your mom receives SSI disability
and there are costs associated
with having someone civilly committed,
substantial costs.
- Okay?
- However if your mom does go through the criminal process
and she is found lacking criminal responsibility
then all of her treatment
and commitment would be covered by the state.
- Let me get this straight,
just so I'm clear.
If I pay a substantial amount of money
then my mom gets the help
she needs now.
If I don't, she rots in a jail cell
until a judge decides she needs help?
- In a nut shell.
- That's fucked!
- The system isn't perfect.
- Can I see her?
Hey, I'm so sorry.
- It's okay, how's your mom?
- It's not good.
Would you excuse me for one minute
I have one more thing to take care of
and I swear we can go.
- Do what you gotta do. - Okay.
- Oh hey little bro.
- Hey. - This is Antonio.
- Nice to meet you.
- He's a paramedic.
- I see that.
Antonio is it?
Could you give me a moment
alone with my sister?
- Sure, I gotta run anyway.
I have your number.
I'll call you sometime.
- [Missy] You better.
- Hey. - What's up?
How the fuck can you be so casual about this?
You know they might send mom to jail forever?
Does that even resonate with you?
- Relax, she's always getting into little SNAFUs.
Everything's gonna be fine.
- SNAFU, is that what you call attempted murder?
Listen Missy, here's the deal,
you want half of Aunt Edna's money?
You got it. - Really?
- Yeah, but with it comes some strings.
- What kind of strings?
- Great big fucking strings.
- I'm listening.
- You get the money, but then I'm out.
- What does that mean, "you're out?"
- It means I'm done.
I'm done, you get the money
but with it comes the responsibility.
All of it.
You take care of mom from now on.
I can't do it.
Okay, I have too many of my own issues
and I just can't.
So can you do that?
Can you do the right thing for once in your life?
- I don't know Casey.
- Don't give me that shit.
You want the money?
This is how you get it.
- I don't know if I can.
I'm not like you.
Casey you're strong, I'm weak.
- You'll figure it out.
You always do.
This is the deal.
Do we have a deal?
- Yeah.
- Say it.
- We have a deal.
- Okay, I'm going to say goodbye to Dorthy.
(quiet music)
♪ I'll play a simple chord ♪
♪ What she climbed was a big night ♪
♪ And hang around the moon and stars ♪
♪ Without gravity it pulls me to powdered light ♪
♪ I'll steal a kiss of left behind ♪
♪ But all this singing ♪
- Okay let's get out of here.
- Hey. ♪ So I emptied out ♪
♪ The jars and I counted out ♪
♪ All the possibilities ♪
♪ Go an see did you forget me ♪
♪ All I see is the bottom of your feet ♪
♪ Don't walk away from me ♪
- You okay? - Yeah I'm golden.
- Liar.
- No really
I'm good, right now is fucked up.
But I'm actually pretty relieved.
- Yeah? - Yeah.
I mean this way at least
I know Dorthy's not gonna kill herself
or some poor bastard.
I know where she is.
I know she's getting the help she needs.
Maybe Missy will actually surprise me
and step up and do the right thing for once.
Maybe not, but either way.
(quiet music)
- [Jules] Stop the car.
- What? - Stop the car!
- Why? - Listen to me!
- What's going on
are you sick? - Stop the car!
- [Casey] Stop the car!
Stop the car!
- Okay, okay, we're stopped.
What the hell has gotten into you?
- Did you not see the sign?
- What sign? - The exit sign back there
didn't you see what it said?
- No Jules I didn't what did it say?
- We have to go back there.
- I don't understand, why?
- Please?
It happened here.
- What happened?
- October 22nd, 2011.
Andrew Langston, aged 20, shot and killed
six people and himself
at Scared Heart Elementary School.
That's in Marinette.
- Oh shit. - First he killed his mother
and little brother before driving to the school
with four guns, a Bushmaster 223 caliber rifle,
a Glock 10 millimeter hand gun,
a Sig Sauer nine millimeter hand gun
and an Izhmash 12 gage shotgun.
He killed four third grade children
and one teacher.
- That's messed up.
- Four others were injured
including the principal,
the guidance councilor
and nine year-old fourth grader Emily Richmond.
According to a corner's report
all the of the victims were shot between three and 11 times.
- Where did you get a corner's report?
- The Department of Public Records website.
- They just let kids read those online for free?
- That's messed up.
- Of course not, I had to pay of it first.
- With what money?
- You never log out of your PayPal account.
- Why would you do that?
- To learn, I don't want to be another statistic.
- This is really messed up.
- Jules, - We have to go there.
I have to see her.
- See who? - Emily.
The one who survived.
- [Jess] Jules we can't just go there.
- Why not? - We don't even know
where she lives.
- But I need to see her
and tell her, - Tell her what?
Jules this has got to stop.
You are fixated on this stuff.
It's not healthy.
- Mom. - No that's the end of it.
Discussion over.
- That's bullshit.
- Watch your mouth.
- Okay, I could take her.
- Casey we can't.
- It obviously means a lot to her, right?
- This is a bad idea.
- Yeah, maybe.
(birds chirping)
- I feel weird about this.
- I'm sure it's fine.
We'll knock, they'll answer
and we'll ask, "Hey by any chance
"was your daughter shot by a maniac?"
- Jules we don't have to do this
we can just drive away.
- No, I want to.
- She wants to, let's do it.
It's all you kid.
- (sighs) Okay.
(doorbell ringing)
- Hello?
- Hi, I'm Jessica and this my daughter Julie.
And this is my friend Casey.
Jules, say hello.
- Hi. - Hello.
How can I help you?
- I know this is going to sound weird,
but my daughter has something
she'd like to ask you and you can totally say "no."
- Okay.
It was school picture day.
We fought over how she was going to wear her hair
Emily wanted to wear it in a pony tail.
I wanted her to wear it down.
She has such pretty hair.
But she started playing volleyball
and all the girls
were going to wear their hair up for pictures.
It's so stupid.
Silly things we think are worth fighting over.
After it was over and,
(serious music)
we were at the hospital
and we had not idea of Emily was alive or dead.
There was a lot on confusion
because a lot of the girls had head wounds
and they couldn't tell who was who
if it wasn't for the numbers.
- The numbers?
- On their uniforms.
- Oh god. - I was lucky.
I was hit in the back.
- And that's what caused the paralysis?
- Yeah. - A CT scan revealed
the bullet fragmented,
fracturing the first lumbar vertebra
lodging between the right vertebral body
and aorta, I read.
- It's kind of what she does.
- We were just about to have dinner.
You're welcome to stay.
- We couldn't we've already imposed enough.
- It's no trouble, really.
- I could eat.
- Emily why don't you show Julie your room
while your mother gets supper on the table?
- Okay. - By the way
you can call me Jules.
Everyone calls me Jules.
- [Emily] Where do you go to school?
- I go to Lincoln.
- [Emily] Where's that?
- Um, a couple hours from here.
- You came all that way to see me?
- Yeah, well also Casey's mom,
she got arrested for murder.
Well I guess it wasn't really murder
but like attempted murder.
I don't know I didn't really hear all the details.
- Is he your dad?
- He's my mom's friend.
But I really like him.
- He seems nice.
- You know he is.
(crickets chirping)
(door creaking) - Hey.
Weird day huh?
- That's the understatement of the year.
- Still I feel at peace.
Like today was important.
- For Jules?
- For everyone.
- Looks like we had the same idea.
Connie won't let me smoke in the house.
- I just wanna say thanks
for the dinner and for letting Jules meet Emily.
You guys are way too kind.
- Yeah we've inconvenienced you enough for one lifetime.
So we'll be heading out.
- Aw, nonsense, it's too late to head out now.
You'll stay the night.
- Oh no we can't, really.
- It's no trouble.
Besides I think it'll do Emily some good
to have Jules spend the night.
A lot of the kids don't come around as much anymore.
It's good that Jules isn't afraid of her.
- Why would they be afraid of her.
- Who knows, kids are kids.
Maybe they think she's fragile.
Maybe she reminds them of what they're tryin' to forget.
Whatever the reason, I'm glad you came.
We're glad you came.
- Well at least let me help with the dishes.
- I already loaded up the dishwasher.
So it's settled you'll head out in the morning.
- You're strong people.
You're much stronger than I could be.
- You'd be surprised.
We're no stronger than anyone else.
We just decided that we aren't gonna let
that one moment define who we were as a family.
We were gonna be bigger than the moment.
Do you have kids?
- No.
- You'll see.
They make you stronger than you ever thought you could be.
- I believe that.
- Hey do you think I could ask you a question?
- Sure.
- That boy,
Andrew, the one that shot you,
you knew him?
- Yeah, he used to mow our lawn.
- Did you see him when he shot you?
I mean did you see him pull the trigger?
- No, I was running away.
But I saw him shoot my friend Katie in the head.
- I'm just so sorry he did this to you.
- It's okay, I forgive him.
- Really?
Why?
- I guess if that's the worst thing
that's happened to me,
I'm pretty lucky.
I can't imagine anything worse happening to me.
And I survived.
And I met you.
- Yeah.
Good night.
- Good night.
- It's funny about these photos.
- Yeah, how so?
- They're smiling.
They had no idea the shit storm
that was coming their way.
- Bad things happen to good people.
- That's just it,
even after all that happened,
they don't seem any different.
They still smile.
They still just keep living
like nothing's changed.
- Well what else can they do?
- They can get angry.
- What?
- Nothing.
There's one bed huh?
- Yeah, that seems to be the situation.
- How do you wanna do it?
Sleeping arrangements,
I can sleep on the floor or, - No it's okay.
We can share the bed.
- You sure? - Yeah.
I don't bite.
- Okay.
- Okay, can I just say
that was pretty amazing.
- What? - This.
This entire day.
Well not the stuff with your mom.
But everything after that, with Jules.
I think this is gonna be really good for her.
I hope so.
I just wanna say thank you.
- For what? - For doing this.
For making me do this.
- I didn't make you do anything.
You're a great mom.
And I know you'd do anything for Jules.
- Well I couldn't have done it without you, really.
- Maybe you needed a push
from a crazy person?
- Maybe, not that you're crazy.
But yeah.
- Don't mention it.
- Casey?
- Hm?
- I like you.
- You're a pretty cool person yourself.
- No, I mean
I really like you.
- Really?
Do you like, like me, like me?
- Be serious.
I don't know who you are
or really much about you at all.
But yeah, I like you.
- I think you might know me
better than anybody in the world right now.
- That's sad.
- Why is it sad?
- Because I've known you for four days.
- It was a pretty eventful four days
don't you think?
- What about your family?
Your mom, they know you?
- Maybe when I was a little kid,
before my dad died, but not now.
I don't even know if my mom knows
she has a son now.
It has to feel like nobody knows who I am.
I don't even know who I am anymore.
- Well I feel like I know who you are.
I mean on one hand I don't know you at all
but in a way
I feel like I've always known you.
You're a pretty amazing person.
- Really I'm not.
- In the few days I've known you
you've got me my job back,
- Which I got you fired from
to begin with.
- Yeah there was that.
But still you didn't have to do what you did.
But you did it anyway.
- Any guy would have done that.
- No actually most guys wouldn't have.
At least not the ones I know.
And you're here now,
sleeping in a complete stranger's bed
because you cared about the feelings of a little girl
you barely know.
I mean who does that?
- I don't know.
Wait, what are you doing?
- What does it look like?
- It looks like you had an emotional day
and you're about to do something
you're going to regret.
- I'm a big girl.
I'll decide what mistakes I make.
- Yeah this seems like a big one.
- Why don't you like yourself?
- What's there to like?
- I can think of a few things.
- Jess, you're like the coolest chic I ever met.
You're smart and you're funny
and Jules is awesome.
And you are sexy as hell.
- But-- - But
but I'm a disaster right now.
- Hi I'm Jessica, have we met?
- I was hanging from a rope
a few days ago.
Do you get the enormity of that?
- I know but you didn't die.
You're alive. - Am I?
I'm breathing but I haven't felt alive
since I don't know when.
- So now you get a second chance.
- A second chance at what?
- Life, love, the pursuit of happiness.
- I don't know what any of that means.
Just because a fucking ceiling fan broke
doesn't meant I magically changed my mind.
Nothing has changed.
It hasn't changed anything.
- It changed everything.
- How?
- You met me, that's pretty awesome.
You're rich now, couldn't say that before.
That's the beauty of life.
One minute you're world can be at its darkest
and then the sun rises
and you see the world in a whole new light.
- It's a shitty world.
It's the same shitty world
where I look at my mother and I see my future.
- Yeah but now it's a world with me in it.
And you said it yourself, I'm awesome.
- Actually I said Jules was awesome.
I said you were sexy.
- Either way.
And you don't know for sure
what the future holds.
Yeah you could end up like your mom
or maybe you won't.
But I think I wanna be there to find out with you.
And if that means being your friend
or your girlfriend, or whatever.
You don't have to go through any of it alone.
- Why would you want to be a part of any of that?
- Because something really amazing is happening
right in front of our faces
and I don't know exactly what it is
but I wanna find out.
And yeah, life sucks sometimes.
And your mother is a mental case
and your sister is catastrophe waiting to happen.
But you're not.
You are not a fucking disaster.
Even if you are,
let's be one big, fucking tornado together.
- You're nuts. - Yeah.
Well fuck it.
(serious music) (lips smacking)
(fingers tapping)
(Jules clears throat)
- Morning. - Morning?
- Hey, uh, (Jess groans)
- Morning sexy man.
- Uh, Jules. - Jules!
What are you doing in here?
- Did you guys have intercourse?
- Jules what did I tell you
about coming into my room
when I have someone over?
- To not. - You have a lot
of men over?
- Define a lot.
- Enough that you have to remind your daughter
not to come in when someone's over?
- So what if I do?
- I wanna go home now.
- Is everything okay?
- Actually, yeah.
It's just time. (upbeat music)
- Okay, well get dressed
and then say good bye to Emily.
- Emily had to go to school.
- Shit, school!
You have school today!
(upbeat music)
How you doin' Jellybean?
- I'm okay, a little hungry maybe.
- She wasn't talking to you.
- Then who was she talking to?
- Me stupid, guys aren't called Jellybean.
- Jokes on you dumb ass 'cause in college,
my nickname happened to be Jellybean.
- Not-ah. - Yeah-huh.
- You're such an ignoramus.
- Takes one to know one.
(both blow raspberries)
- Okay who wants pancakes?
(car engine revving)
- [Jules] Yes!
(elevator bell rings)
(upbeat music)
- Hey. - Mm-hm?
- Here, you go on in
and I'll be right there.
- Okay, later Jellybean.
- [Jess] Hey where are you goin' so fast?
- Oh I was just gonna lie down for about a week.
A crazy couple of days.
- You okay?
- Yeah, yeah I just need to clear my head
and maybe grab a shower.
- Okay, do you wanna come over later?
I can fix us dinner.
I make a really crappy tuna casserole.
- How can I turn that down?
- Okay then. (lips smacking)
I'll see you tonight.
(quiet music)
(upbeat music)
(Casey sighs)
♪ No more loss somehow ♪
♪ No more heartbreakin' ♪
♪ Goin' nowhere ♪
♪ I'm gone, I'm gone ♪
♪ Love in slow motion ♪
♪ Feelin's left over ♪
♪ Holding' on, we're gone ♪
♪ We're gone ♪
(Casey sighs)
(knocking on door)
- Hey, diner's not ready yet
but come on in.
- Can I borrow your car?
- Right now? - Yeah,
there's something I need to take care of
and it's kinda important.
- Yeah, sure.
Here, when will you back?
I have to work at seven.
- Shit, I forgot.
You know I can do it another time.
- No, no do what you gotta do.
I can take the bus to the diner.
- Are you sure?
- Yeah, yeah, just pick me up tonight after?
Rain check on dinner. - Definitely.
- I'm gonna hold you to that.
(elevator bell rings)
(quiet music)
(bus engine rumbling)
♪ All I want is nothing more ♪
♪ To hear you knockin' at my door ♪
- Casey, are you in there?
♪ Because if I could see your face ♪
♪ Once more ♪ (insistent knocking on door)
- Casey! ♪ I could die a happy man ♪
♪ I'm sure ♪
♪ When you said your last goodbye ♪
♪ I died a little inside ♪
♪ I lay in tears in bed all night ♪
- [Casey] Dear Jess.
The events of the past few days
have been an adventure to say the least.
I think I've learned more
about humanity in last 48 hours
than I have in the last 30 years.
And I have to say I'm impressed.
Nevertheless, if you're reading this
it means that I am dead.
Sorry about that.
I know in my heart that this world
is too big for me.
It always has been.
While I walk amongst the living
I've never truly felt alive.
That is until I met you. ♪ Find somebody ♪
♪ I'll find somebody ♪
♪ And you are all ♪
- Well let me start by saying
that I'm very sorry for your loss.
I can't imagine how difficult it must be
for you to have to go through this.
It's always tragic when a young life is cut short.
But even more so in situations like this.
I wish we were meeting under more pleasant circumstances
but the situation being what it is
let's get right to it.
Can I get you water or anything?
- I'm fine. - I can't say to you
that I knew Casey very well.
But from what I did know of him
he seemed to be a good, decent
and kind person.
And he obviously thought the world of you.
So on to the sliver lining?
I'm not sure if you are aware
but in the past few weeks,
Mr. Dombrosky accumulated some fairly lucrative assets.
- Why would I be aware?
- Right, well, in addition to the money
he received from his inheritance
Casey was also the heir to his late great-aunt's
patent royalties which earn approximately 8,000 per month.
And after his mother was ordered into residential treatment
he was appointed conservator of her estate.
He gained ownership of her home.
(Jess scoffs)
- What a waste. (quiet music)
So what now, all that money just goes to the state?
- To the contrary, it goes to you.
- I'm sorry?
- Ms. Magee, it was Casey's final wish
that you and your daughter be the designees
of those assets, the money, the home is yours.
- So he thinks,
thought
that is was okay to make someone have feelings
for someone else and then just leave?
So what is this, like some sort of conciliation prize?
- I know this is hard.
And I can't say that I blame you for having feelings
of resentment, even anger.
But if any good has come out of this
this is it,
a fresh start for you and your daughter.
- Whatever.
- Well then.
I have some paperwork that you'll need to sign.
Let me just grab those forms from my secretary
and you can be on your way lickety split.
- Why would he do this?
- Love makes people do crazy things.
♪ But if you loved me ♪
♪ Why did you leave me ♪
- [Casey] I want you know that you had nothing
to do with my decision.
I told you before that nothing has changed.
My mind hasn't changed.
And even though you and Jules changed my heart,
I'll never be normal.
Jess you need normal.
You need stability.
Hopefully I can provide that
or at least help you get on the right track.
You are truly amazing.
And Jules is one in a million.
(quiet music)
♪ Whoa-oh, oh, oh ♪
♪ Whoa-oh, oh, oh, oh, oh ♪
- [Casey] I've made some arrangements
and gotten a little help
from an unlikely source so that maybe,
just maybe Jules can take back her innocence.
And in some small way, maybe you can too.
♪ Whoa-oh, oh, oh, oh, oh ♪ (upbeat music)
- [Casey] Since I suck at goodbyes
I'll just say,
"fuck it."
Your friend, Casey.
(upbeat music)
♪ If you loved me ♪
♪ Why'd you leave me ♪
♪ Take my body ♪
♪ All I wanted ♪
♪ And all I needed ♪
♪ To find somebody ♪
♪ I'll find somebody ♪
♪ Like you, whoa-oh, oh ♪
(quiet music)
♪ I'll play a simple chord ♪
♪ While she climbed was a big night ♪
♪ I'll hang around the moon and stars ♪
♪ Without gravity ♪
♪ It pulls me to the powdered light ♪
♪ A sea of cares I've left behind ♪
♪ But all you've seen ♪
♪ And it seems like running towards ♪
♪ Promises you made to me ♪
♪ So I emptied out the jars ♪
♪ And I counted out all the possibilities ♪
♪ Go and see ♪
♪ Did you forget me ♪
♪ All I see ♪
♪ Is the bottom of your feet ♪
♪ Don't walk away from me ♪
♪ The pounding of my feet ♪
♪ Sets the rhythm to the rising sun ♪
♪ Your curtains all have come undone ♪
♪ And as the sunbeams gleam ♪
♪ Heavy in your dusty room ♪
♪ Is showin' a part of an empty frame ♪
♪ But we're always running ♪
♪ It seems like singin' songs ♪
♪ Meant to lull you to sleep ♪
♪ So I strum this guitar ♪
♪ And start hummin' 'bout all the possibilities ♪
♪ All I see is you forgave me ♪
♪ All I see is the bottom of your feet ♪
♪ Can you see ♪
♪ You belong to me ♪
♪ Please oh please ♪
♪ Don't give up on me ♪
(air whooshing)