That's my dad, Mickey Ferrera.
He makes records. Hit records.
Which you've probably heard.
Especially if you're his age.
You know,
when people danced really
weird?
I mean, come on,
just look at his hair!
Some of his songs might
even be your life soundtrack.
Although he hasn't made one
that good in a long time.
But he keeps trying,
hoping for
that certain magical epiphany.
Personally, I think
it's the band he's producing.
m*therf*cker!
- Let's go!
- f*ck you!
What the f*ck is this?
Spies from the record label.
What started it this time?
f*ck--
Somebody stole
somebody's cookies or drugs
or drug f*cking cookies,
I mean, these f*cking guys, I--
sh*t!
You're drunk-- Stop-- f*ck you!
So you guys warmed up,
you wanna try one?
Yeah, sure.
Okay, let's do it.
You're not feeling it,
are you, brother?
Sounds great, guys.
I'll be back later.
We're so f*cked.
We are f*cked.
Nice. Atta girl!
Looking good!
So good up there,
that's good, nice and relaxed.
My sister
Jennifer has a passion.
Horse riding.
Actually, two passions.
The other one
is the horse trainer.
Brando looks good.
Dad, why are you here?
Don't you have
stuff to do for tonight?
I told your mom
I'd drive you home.
I don't finish till 5:00.
I can wait.
She's really
coming along, Mickey.
I mean, Mr. Ferrera.
If she keeps this up,
she'll have Olympic scouts
swarming all over her.
As long as it's the only thing
swarming all over her.
Right.
Well, okay, uh, I should go,
cool Brando down now.
-Dad, I can take care of myself.
-Don't doubt it.
Besides,
if you didn't work so much,
maybe he'd get to see more
of how I'm actually doing.
I know, honey, but Brando
might get a little teary-eyed
if I was forced
to stop earning a living,
and you had to
say goodbye to him.
I'll see you later?
Olympic scouts, huh?
Not bad, kid.
That's my mom, Sofia.
And I know what
you're thinking, so stop it.
And then there's me,
Cody Ferrera.
Cody,
I made you a snack, honey.
My two passions,
my beats and my drawings.
Cody!
Actually,
there's a third.
I am starving.
Wow, look at you.
You look great.
You got a hot date tonight?
Come on.
It's your father's and my
19th year anniversary tonight.
Oh, you mean you guys
actually hang out?
Well, he is running late,
as per usual.
Oh, gotta go. Give me a kiss.
Hey, boss, uh,
they're still debating
about whose songs to rehearse.
- What should I do?
- Leave!
And lock them in.
Soon they'll realize
how important this album is
when they can't go home
or buy more booze and drugs.
Everything okay?
I just found out from the label
that they're
getting a new A&R guy.
This might be
the last album I get to produce.
But, hey, you and I
started with nothing,
so going back there wouldn't
be such a big deal, right?
Mm.
My dad had
this big surprise dinner
arranged for Mom,
but like the poet says,
"The best-laid plans
of mice and men often go awry."
I think
we should talk about Cody.
He's been
quiet again lately, and--
I'm getting worr--
Mickey, if you could
just put your phone aside
for five seconds
while we talk about our son?
Geez, if I had a dollar for
every call and text you made,
I would be a very wealthy woman.
Well, you are
a wealthy woman, you have me.
Come on, Sof,
this is our special night.
Can't we just have a little fun?
Tonight
shouldn't be any different
-when it comes to our kids.
-And it's not.
The kids are our life,
and I think
we've done a great job.
Give me your hand.
Listen, I promise
I'll talk to Cody, okay?
But tonight's our anniversary.
To 19 glorious years,
and to 19 more.
Hello, sweeties!
Behold Lucy the Magi.
How about a little dinner trick?
You've got to be
kidding me, Mickey.
What? I didn't set this up.
No, he didn't. Indulge me.
Think of a card, Sofia.
And yet she knows my name.
Psychic. Any card.
Am I feeling
a little pushback here?
Think of a card, girl.
Think of a card.
Mickey, right?
Can you flip over a bill?
Slowly.
Was it a seven of hearts?
Not even close.
Was it a seven of diamonds?
Was it the seven of clubs?
Yeah, it-- it was
the seven of clubs.
That's amazing.
How'd you do that?
Lucy the Magi, sweetie.
Now, make two fists,
and stretch it over the table.
What's in your right hand?
I think my work here is done.
Mickey, what are you doing?
I just want you to know
that after I finish this album,
-I'm taking my beautiful wife...
-No, no.
...and our two wonderful kids
on a trip
to a faraway exotic island.
Where we'll spend
a week, a month, a year,
whatever your heart desires.
Honey, no.
I want us to renew
our wedding vows, Sofia,
right here, right now.
Before these
lovely strangers and God
I want us to recommit
to our sacred eternal marriage.
Just stop!
What's wrong, baby?
I want a divorce!
Cody? Jennifer.
I'm sorry Mickey.
But we're done.
Anyone ever tell you
your body's built to surf?
You guys okay?
Yeah, we're fine, we're great.
And you're drunk.
We're trying to stay busy,
and pretend
the very fabric of this family
isn't being torn apart.
Where's your mom?
Back room.
Sof, can we talk?
I don't want to talk.
Just tell me why.
Is it me? Is it the work?
I can change all that.
No, it's not just that!
Is it someone else?
Sofia, you gotta tell me.
Where are the kids?
They're on the couch.
Are you okay, Dad?
Yeah, I'm good. I'm good.
It's okay,
it's okay, guys, it's all right.
You guys okay?
You hungry?
Dad, it's 1:00 A.M..
Not in Amsterdam.
Open the door!
Open the f*cking door!
Open the door!
Damn m*therf*cker!
Ugh.
Hey, Emerson, how's it going?
If you don't get over here soon,
and open this f*cking door,
I'm gonna piss all over your
f*cking beautiful vintage board.
Then I'm gonna take a groupie
on that m*therf*cker, okay?
Not only that, you locked
us in with Robby Krieger!
Hey, no big deal, man.
Back in '69,
they locked us in here,
the four of us,
and it worked out pretty good.
Hey, we're The Doors, man.
sh*t.
Robby Krieger's in my studio.
You know, it's a fact
that when divorces happen,
more often than not,
the children become
a bargaining tool.
I'm fine with that.
Please don't let that
happen to Cody.
I promise
I won't let that happen.
I love you both way too much.
That's for damn sure.
f*ck it.
-Hey, Briggs.
-What up, Bobby?
Ricky, you in here again?
Yikes.
Mr. Felony.
How'd you know?
I got a friend.
She's a judge.
Come on, sunshine, time to go.
Come on, you hungry?
Are you kidding?
I could eat a zombie.
You see that lawyer in there?
- He pissed himself.
- sh*t, really?
Attica! Attica! Attica!
Attica! Attica! Attica! Attica!
Attica! Attica! Attica!
Didn't I tell you
she was bad luck?
-No, when?
-Well, I thought it.
You're my older brother, bro.
I look up to you.
I kept it to myself.
You said you were hungry, bro.
Yeah, well, I lost my appetite
when it suddenly
dawned on me that I'm 55,
and I'll have to
start my life all over again.
Mick, you're
such a drama queen, bro.
Look at me, you wanna
know my schedule for today?
Let's see, uh,
I'm gonna go surf.
Get some waves to my head.
Run a training session
for a trophy wife client.
Stop by for a massage
and a happy ending.
And no "Honey, do this"
from some ball and chain.
Hey, don't talk
about Sof like that.
The woman
who just humiliated you
in front of
all your friends, family
and a whole restaurant
full of strangers?
The woman who wants a divorce?
And probably all your money?
Bro.
As your only sibling,
and on occasion,
"conscience mirror,"
I'm gonna be
brutally honest with you.
You need
to get a lawyer, and fast.
You are kidding yourself
if you think for one second
that little Sofia
hasn't already hired,
the biggest,
bestest, great white shark
your money could buy.
You know this is all
because they have
that extra gene we don't.
That's why they live longer.
Lawyer up. And man up.
You gonna eat that?
I will f*cking
k*ll for you, okay?
I don't take prisoners,
I take souls.
Remember that--
Remember, no matter
how much you loved each other,
no matter how
convincing she is when she says,
"I don't want
to hurt you," bullshit.
She wants to destroy you!
She will--
She will plant the--
She will plant the seeds...
...of every little mistake
in your life...
And she will water them
into a felony, you got--
By the time she's done,
you won't be invited
to Bill Cosby's house, okay?
Hey! Hey!
What are you doing?
This is not a public restroom!
-Excuse me.
-No, don't excuse--
Dude, this is the only
restroom in this building!
Go walk down-- Get out!
Get the f*ck out of here.
Jesus.
Use some
other shitter down the road!
And plug that a*s,
it f*cking stinks.
We need to fight
fire with death!
Whoo!
I'm not gonna lie to you, bro.
Divorce is
a full-contact sport, huh?
Oh, man.
And there are people
that would do anything,
and I mean anything to win.
Anything!
So here's the drill, all right?
Stay active
in your kids' lives, right?
Pay less.
File for full custody.
Get a male judge
that's been wronged by a woman.
God knows, I know
a couple of those, right?
Pay less!
Whoo!
Oh, then you take
the kids shopping, right?
You make them
spy for you, right?
Mama's little
dirty secrets, huh?
What do you think?
We catch Mama drinking, huh?
What do you think?
Oh, better yet!
Oh, she's eyeing the pool boy.
That's a home run
for us, brother!
Woo! We're gonna win this thing.
And you're gonna pay less.
Whoo! Whoo!
That's a home run for us, man!
When do you want to get started?
Are you really a lawyer?
Why do you ask?
Well, it's just--
Uh, I don't see any law books.
Do you know
who I used to represent?
The Del Duca family back east.
Do you know who they are?
They're one
of the five families.
Google them.
Now, you need
to leave emotion at the door.
My job is to intimidate,
decimate and accumulate.
I'll save your fortune,
and get your kids.
When you say decimate,
what exactly does that mean?
It's Mickey, right?
You don't want to know, Mickey.
The f*ck?
I've been
married for over 20 years.
My high school sweetheart.
Truth be told,
it hasn't always been easy.
I mean, there have been
times that we struggled.
Even talked divorce.
But somehow, we always
found ourselves back to harmony.
Kept our family together.
So, my first goal
is to help you explore
all the possibilities
to save your marriage.
This could include things
like counseling or therapy.
Sometimes,
a marriage can't be saved.
And in that case,
when divorce
becomes unavoidable,
mm, in those instances,
I will become
your fiercest advocate.
And I will also strive
to keep things
from turning ugly.
And also,
so there's no negative impact
on your children.
Monty!
Come swim to Mama.
Come on, come on.
Swim to Mama. Oh, that's my boy!
My swimmer.
I'm $400 an hour,
and I'll need a $35k retainer.
-Can I call you Mickey?
-Sure.
I have a question
for you, Mickey.
Do you think Sofia
loves you enough
to fight for this marriage
like you will?
That's a good question.
Honestly, I don't know.
Let's find out.
At $35k, we better.
Jesus. Look at those g*ns.
Think he's a model? Or an actor?
Maybe he's just
happy being a bartender.
No one who looks that good
is happy just being a bartender.
I mean, I was a bartender.
I was happy.
And then you became a wife,
and now you're unhappy.
Come on!
We're in paradise,
drinking wine,
using our
husband's credit cards.
Cheers.
Come on.
Jennifer hates me.
She thinks I'm going to
ruin everyone's lives.
Ah, She's a kid.
She'll get over it.
Uh, maybe, but what about Cody?
You think he'll get over it?
-I don't think so.
-Okay, listen.
You got this one life.
And by the time you were 25,
you already had two kids,
and you were married to this man
who was or is a workaholic.
Now it's your time.
You got to live
a little, just for you.
Yes, that's why
I'm doing this, right?
-To live a little?
-Yeah.
Question is, at what cost?
That's what happens
when you marry an older man.
-I tried to tell you.
-I loved him.
Just got married
a little too young.
That's all.
Oh, bartender!
- Two shots, please.
- Ugh.
Thank you.
I think he likes me.
So, there's supposed
to be a really cool party
at the Kappa Gamma Alpha
house this Friday.
It's supposed to be so rad.
How do you even know
these guys, Lace?
Uh, I met one
at the beach the other day.
He's like, a sophomore.
Well, isn't it dangerous
going to their house?
Look, Jen,
I can't keep telling everybody
that you're cool.
Eventually, you have to start,
like, you know, showing up.
Yeah, sorry.
I guess you're right.
Do you even want a boyfriend?
I don't know.
I think so.
Trust me, you do.
Even though my mom
wants to divorce my dad,
I can't let it get me down.
I-- I love them both,
and I have to
stay strong and focused.
There's always demons
battling with the good angels
trying to take your soul away.
But they won't get mine.
What's up, buddy? Hey.
Oh, look at this sh*t.
Look at it, oh, he's drawing--
He thinks
he's an angel or something.
Well, let me see that.
- Dude, give it back! Please!
- No, I don't think so.
What the hell's
wrong with you, man?
-Oh, we're just messing around.
-Oh, that's what you call it?
-Come on, it was just a joke.
-Was I talking to you?
Take a walk.
Yeah.
Let's go.
-Thanks.
-Don't let them push you around.
Yeah, I didn't
really see them coming--
Mickey!
I'm your biggest fan.
Wow.
Could I have your autograph?
Sure.
By the way, you've been served.
A f*cking restraining order.
Did you see that?
Uh, Mom?
Mm.
Mickey!
Is this far enough away
from my own house?
A restraining order?
A damn restraining order!
It wasn't me, it was my lawyer.
I just want to know,
when did you
stop loving me, huh, when?
I never stopped loving you.
You're unavailable.
You can't give me what I need.
Tell me what you need.
Write it down.
I'll make it happen.
Anything
not to lose you and the family.
There is...
someone else.
There. You happy?
Kids know?
No. Of course not.
Nobody knows, not even Caroline.
Wow.
Real Navy SEAL stuff, huh?
Can I at least
take my kids for ice cream?
As long
as you don't kidnap them.
I never cheated on you.
Not once.
And God knows I had the chances.
But I never
looked at another woman
since the day I saw you.
Well, here we are.
Three members
of a dysfunctional family
enjoying the outs of Malibu.
It's great.
Jen!
Can I go say hi, Dad?
Sure, sweetie.
But ten minutes,
and I gotta get you guys home
before your mom
calls the National Guard.
What you listening to, kid?
You wouldn't like it.
-How do you know?
-Because you hate my music.
Computerized beats?
It's not really music, pal.
You know, EDM's pretty
popular right now, Dad, so...
Yeah, so is McDonald's.
Uh, let me listen to it.
-Really?
-Seriously, I wanna hear it.
Okay.
So, if you and Mom
do end up getting a divorce,
who are me and Jen
gonna live with?
I don't know, probably your mom.
I hope it's you.
Why?
I kinda just feel
like you understand me better.
Anyways, can I take a walk
until Jen comes back?
-Okay, but don't go too far.
-All right.
Cool beats, dude.
-Okay.
-All right.
It's good dope.
Yeah.
There you go.
- You be all right?
- Cody?
Oh, sh*t, I have to go.
-Come on, boy.
-You'll be all right.
-That's it?
-Well, it's just a temp mix,
but yeah, so far.
-What do you think, man?
-Well, let's see.
I think
that your chorus needs work.
Your guitar
needs to be cleaned up.
And your lyrics need a rewrite.
Besides that, it's okay.
What he said?
Uh, then you
should know what you just heard
is not a hit single.
And it sounds
like you guys need a hit single.
It's a work in progress, Aidan.
It's not perfect yet.
But we will find it.
All right, well here's an idea.
Why don't you guys
bring in a rapper?
Spit some rhymes,
give it some edge.
The young crowd
will eat that up.
Hold on, hold on. A rapper?
A f*cking-- Mick-- Mick.
A f*cking rapper?
Who is this f*cking tool?
I'm the guy
who's calling the shots
on this mediocre album of yours.
I-- I didn't want
to do this job.
But apparently
it appeals to ye old nostalgia.
You guys
are pissing in the wind.
Nobody buys records
like this anymore.
And they've got you two
for when their grandparents
want to reminisce.
Aidan, guys like these
built your label.
You just give us time,
and we'll get it done.
Yeah, yeah, sure you will.
-f*cking prick.
-Yeah, what he said.
Jen? You in here?
Jen? Are you in there?
-Divorce sucks.
-Yeah.
My dad was
such a d*ck when he left.
Of course,
he was a d*ck before he left.
I just can't stop crying.
Actually, do you want
something to, you know,
help with the pain a bit?
Like what?
What is that?
Just something to make you
a little bit less sad.
I do it all the time.
-Really?
-Yeah.
Here, I'll take one
with you right now.
Hey, do you want a ditch?
Okay.
Mickey! Mickey, darling!
All good? The kids?
-Kids are good, Helmut, thanks.
-Kids are important, darling.
They are us, when we were small.
I'm gonna
give it to you straight,
because I love you.
What the band
are doing now sucks.
And quite frankly,
I don't think
your head is in the game.
Divorce can be
very tough on an artist.
Look through history
at all the great men
who needed their muse
to accomplish wonderful things.
But the muse is gone there.
Voila. Tragedy.
Sofia isn't my muse.
She's my wife.
Ah, po-tay-toe,
po-tah-toe, darling.
To-may-toe, to-mah-toe.
You well know
the music business
is on ventilation.
Right now, you and the band
are running out of air.
Even if we divorce,
it has nothing to do with it.
People get divorced,
and keep working.
Yeah, but this
is not a charity, darling.
Now go and bring me back
what we used to call in the day
a multi-platinum classic.
Bring it in.
I'll see you later, Helmut.
Bobby! Bobby, you in here?
Oops. Sorry.
Mick,
I'll be right out, bro.
I'll be right back, Angela.
It's Annika.
You trying to trick me?
Dude, really, it's Annika.
Here's the lyrics
to an old '50s song.
Sofia's met someone else.
Surprise. I told you.
I'm so psychic.
No, you never said that to me.
Whatever, dude.
She took a restraining order
out against me.
And I just had
a meeting with Helmut.
Christ, I feel like
Fredo in The Godfather.
Unless I can pull a miracle
out of those four guys,
I'm dead in the water.
Screw that sh*t bucket.
Come live with me.
Yeah, right.
You know what Dad would say
if he was still around?
"I'm gonna kick
your a*s for being a beach bum."
After that, he'd tell you to...
stop feeling sorry for yourself
and get on with your life, bro.
That before, during,
or after he was drunk?
To Pop.
- Hey, Dad.
- Hey, Cody.
-What are you doing here?
-Mom dropped me off.
She said
she had some stuff to do.
Is that cool
if I stay and listen?
Sure it is.
All right, guys.
Big Boss is here.
Let's run that last one.
I know how you guys
are feeling right now,
but we've been
in the crap before
and pulled diamonds
out of our asses.
We can do it again, boys.
You're right, Mickey.
We got this sh*t. We got it.
Any tips?
They need a good beat.
That's where it's at.
Hey, Dad. You got a minute?
Sure.
Record everything.
Burps, farts, their tune-ups,
doodles between takes,
everything.
If they find the sound,
I don't want to miss it.
Okay, you got it, boss.
All right, guys. Here we go.
We're gonna roll on this one!
Is everything okay?
I mean,
as okay as things can be?
Do you think I'm strange?
Like, different than other kids?
Strange? No.
Different? Yeah.
But that's what
makes you so special.
You're unique.
I love that about you.
Is something bothering you?
There's something
that I want to tell you.
But I don't even know
where to get started...
Boss,
you gotta hear this.
Can you hold that thought
for just a minute, kiddo?
Sure, Dad.
-Jennifer.
-Hi, Brian.
What's going on?
It's not your practice day.
So? Can you fit me in?
Um...
-sure.
-Thank you.
You're the best.
-Are you okay?
-Oh, yeah.
-So good. Super-duper.
-Good!
Like flying high,
but not too high.
- Not into the sky.
- Just perfect.
-How are you?
-Hey, I'm good.
-Just happy to--
-You look good.
-Thank you.
-Mmm.
-So do you.
-Thank you.
Just, um, you know,
I'm happy to see you.
I am happy, too.
And to get in
some extra practice.
Extra practice. Yes.
That is a great idea! Wow.
What a great head
on your shoulders.
Why don't you go get Brando
saddled up,
and, uh, I'll join you
in the ring.
-Okay. Sounds good.
-All right.
All right, I'll see you there.
So good. All right.
Yeah, I'll see ya.
-Okay.
-Over there!
In the ring! Huh.
Look, everybody!
Cody Ferrera is a f*gg*t!
He's a f*gg*t!
And he's in love with Eric!
Cody Ferrera's a f*gg*t!
-Cody Ferrera's a f*gg*t!
-Hey, give it back!
What are you gonna do about it?
Come on, dude,
just give it back.
You love him.
Don't you, f*gg*t?
Don't you, f*gg*t?
Ferrera! Ferrera!
Ferrera.
Boys will be boys, Mr. Ferrera.
But what concerns me?
Cody used a weapon.
Oh, come on.
I wouldn't call it a weapon.
He used his phone to strike
another student in the face.
What would you call that?
Well, back East, we might say
it's the right call.
Not funny, Mr. Ferrera.
Okay, so what's next?
Fortunately, Kevin's family
isn't pressing charges.
Charges?
That kid's got
60 pounds on Cody.
And considering Cody
has no prior offenses,
we won't expel him.
But I feel a one-week suspension
is appropriate.
A week, really?
That's it? A week's suspension?
Can I go now?
Mr. Ferrera...
Cody's never acted out before.
Is everything okay at home?
-Just the usual family stuff.
-I see.
And may I ask,
where is Mrs. Ferrera?
-What do you mean?
-Well...
we tried to reach her...
but she never picked up.
Mom!
Jennifer!
Jennifer!
Hey, hey!
Hey. Hey.
Hey. Hang in there.
Baby, it's Mom. Come on.
It's Mom. Hey.
Call an ambulance.
Baby.
It's Mom.
Jenny!
-Dad, I'm fine.
-How is she, doc?
She's suffered
a mild concussion.
I fell off Brando.
She lost focus.
Wait, you were at the stables?
-He got into a fight.
-Did somebody hurt you?
Principal Kott said
she called you,
but you never picked up.
My phone died. And?
Can I still ride my horse?
Not for a week or so.
But I have
a competition coming up!
You have to follow
doctor's orders, Jen.
It's Jennifer,
and I don't want you
as my trainer anymore.
Jennifer. Hey.
Jennifer, what's going on?
Jennifer, I need to get back
to my other patients.
Hey, why is your hand
on my mom?
Son of a b*tch!
I get it now.
You're screwing the stable boy.
It's horse trainer, Mr. Ferrera.
Oh, Jesus!
God!
-Jennifer!
-You stay here.
Your boyfriend needs you.
f*cking p*ssy.
-I hate them all.
-I'm on your side.
I'm always on your side.
I hate her.
I hate her.
Hate to tell you this,
but consensual sex
with another man's wife
is not a crime.
as*ault, however,
that's a crime.
You're lucky
he didn't press charges.
He's lucky he's still breathing.
You're not gonna be much of
a father behind bars, Mickey.
What was I supposed to do?
Nothing. Not a thing.
No more assaults, no more DUIs,
no more angry outbursts
with Sofia.
Oh, what?
So I should just roll over
and take it?
Next you'll be telling me
Brian can sleep in my bed
and make my kids pancakes.
I'm sorry.
These are strange times
we're living in.
You think?
Unless there is evidence
of child or drug abuse,
your wife
is in the driver's seat.
Maybe you should take
an anger management class.
Are you serious?
A stable boy's screwing my wife,
and I need anger management?
I can recommend
somebody very special.
You're out of your f*cking mind.
-Doing great.
-Like this?
Yeah, just stay
in the middle of the board.
Doing great, you're natural.
Hey, bro. Stable boy?
Damn, what a b*tch.
You're lucky I wasn't there.
I would have fed
that kid a horseshit sandwich.
My lawyer wants me to take
anger management classes.
Well, you've always had
something of a temper.
How am I doing?
Can I get to the water soon?
Oh, you're doing great.
Down on your belly.
-Belly?
-Yeah, paddle.
Yeah, boy. Keep paddling.
Stay in the middle.
Water's got to know your moves.
Recognize you
as part of the surf family.
Why am I the bad guy?
I won't get my kids or the house
unless there's evidence
of child or drug abuse.
Drug abuse? Right there.
Uh-uh. No way, Bobby.
I'm not doing that.
Besides, she doesn't even
take aspirin.
You only have to
fool the cops once.
Or you can just look
the other way
while that stable boy's banging
your wife
in that big,
sexy bed of yours, bro.
Keep going, bro. Keep paddling.
Doing great. Keep paddling.
I can't do this.
- Hey, Dad.
- Hey, Cody.
What are you doing?
I was just-- I'm--
I'm looking for my sunglasses.
I thought I might have left them
here in Mom's car.
Okay.
I don't think you're
100 feet away from the house,
but I won't say anything.
All right, so...
How-- how are you enjoying
your suspension?
I don't even see how teachers
think this is a punishment.
So where's your sis?
Oh, wait, she's at practice.
Dad, you don't know?
She's thinking about quitting.
She can't quit
because of that tool, Brian.
Dad, you rocked his sh*t.
All right, listen.
I better creep
out of here, okay?
Sure.
You f*cked my wife, right?
You banged my wife?
Stable boy, you banged my wife?
Bang, bang, bang, bang, bang!
There is...
someone else.
Why is your hand on my mom?
Bang, bang!
Bang, bang, bang, bang!
Geez.
I need a shrink.
I definitely need a shrink.
You know
what a good long draw of tobacco
does for the mind?
It does more
than all the coke, shrooms,
weed, crack
and LSD could ever do.
It releases
the royal endorphins
in the cranium.
Excuse me,
what's a royal endorphin?
Royal endorphins are like
the queen bee of endorphins.
They rule the mind
and dictate nothing
but good vibes to the body.
Well, I don't feel them,
and I still hate myself.
You still hate yourself?
Mickey, Mickey, Mickey,
what is hate?
Is hate not just love
dressed in a black suit?
Huh, guys?
Hate means never having to say,
"I love you."
Ooh, I like that.
Jesus, what kind of
man thinks of
planting drugs
in his wife's car?
You have drugs?
No, I could destroy
my kids' lives just for revenge.
What the hell does that make me,
a piece of sh*t?
Yeah, it would appear you are.
But you have to flush
the old Mickey away.
Yeah. Rediscover
the man who made
some of the best g*dd*mn songs
I ever smoked a spleef to.
Ladies and gentlemen,
boys and girls,
lovers and friends,
the next time I see you,
I want you...
to bring your inner animal.
You with me?
Breathe deep.
Exhale, and I love you all.
Oh, you're the kid
who cracked
that d*uche bag, Kevin.
-I guess.
-That sh*t's crazy, man.
Nice work, bro.
Oh, hey, Eric.
Want to hear some beats?
Why would I want to do that?
-Well, I just thought--
-Look,
I heard about
your drawings, man.
Not cool.
People think I'm g*y.
They think we're lovers.
-Are we lovers?
-No.
Not at all.
Okay.
Let's bounce.
That kid's such a loser.
Weirdo!
Okay, can I hear something?
Sure. What do you want to
hear, man?
Whatever you feel
excites you the most,
as long as it's great.
Thank you, darlings.
Can we have the room?
No. The boys stay.
Fine.
What is this, Mickey?
Am I paying hundreds
of thousands of dollars
for whatever this is?
He calls it a work in progress.
You want me to stop
calling you darling, darling?
These boys are working
their asses off for you.
You have three weeks
to deliver me an album.
You're f*cking kidding, right?
We're in the middle
of writing songs.
Trying to find
a sound that works.
Then I suggest
you find it quickly.
Three weeks to blow my mind,
from shutting it all down.
Bye-bye, darlings.
I told you to bring a rapper in.
You know,
there was a very sexy lady
hanging around outside.
She kindly gave me her number,
if, uh, I gave you this.
Hope it's not bad news, Mickey.
Divorce papers.
f*ck!
Yeah, well, first
it was a restraining order,
then she's sleeping
with Stable Boy,
now it's divorce papers.
It's the next
logical step, Mickey.
She did ask you for a divorce.
This is just
tangible proof of that.
Okay,
I found out who her lawyer is.
He's a pirate named
Bill Stabile.
So, he's asked
the court for a lean
on your bank accounts,
property holdings, tax records.
So I suggest
you get your finances in order
before he gets his hands on 'em.
Should also consider
your lifestyle
and your sleeping
arrangements, okay?
I mean, staying
in a suite at a five-star hotel
doesn't look good right now.
I've worked my whole life
to get where I am,
and I can't stay
in a damn hotel, why?
Because it makes me
look what, indulgent?
She's right.
Whoever she is.
Okay.
Now that the pennies
are being counted,
you'll have to start
making support payments.
I ran some preliminary numbers,
and the figure is going to be
somewhere in the region
of about $10,000 a month.
What? Ten grand a month?
Listen to me, Mickey.
In light of the divorce papers,
we need to give a judge
every opportunity to start
looking at you
in a favorable light.
A favorable light?
Now I need to be
a favorable light.
Anybody know
what that looks like?
To a favorable light!
How much longer, Mr. F?
Keep going, kid.
You're doing great.
Gotta master
the calm before the song.
Right?
You don't want those waves
eating you up, do you?
-No, sir.
-All right, attaboy.
I went by your place.
Some surfer dude said
you moved in here.
Yeah, Thomas' mom
wanted more one-on-one.
With the kid.
She very kindly
offered me a room here
at this palace
while they're in Hawaii.
Aloha.
So when do I get another
one-on-one lesson, Bobby?
Hey, I'm cooking here!
Can you believe this? I'm not a
machine.
Good times need good carbs.
Tennis.
Hey, what about me, Mr. Ferrera?
Cody Ferrara's a f*gg*t!
Cody Ferrara's a f*gg*t!
Are we lovers?
Somebody f*cking help me!
Help me!
What the f*ck with me!
I was in.
Well, I guess
divorce papers are logical.
Now you sound like
my lawyer, dude.
She says I have to start paying
ten grand a month's support.
That's totally outrageous.
Yeah, no sh*t.
Need a place to camp
till this all blows over?
Something like that.
-All right.
-What's so funny?
Pop's golden boy
finally needs a little help
from his little brother.
I'm playing. Mi casa, su casa.
Bobby, this isn't
your f*cking house.
Oh, yeah.
-sh*t.
-Now what? What's that?
It's Sof.
-Cody's run off.
-What?
sh*t.
-Hey, I'll go with you!
-No, you stay here!
In this stranger's house!
This is as far as I can go.
Mickey, this is about our son.
Please. Just come inside.
We don't know where he went.
He left his phone.
Don't worry, honey.
I will find him.
Looks like you caught something.
Not yet.
You got your mom and sister
all worried about you.
It's quite a statement,
leaving your phone at home.
Tearing up all your drawings.
-You were inside the house?
-Yeah.
Your mom doesn't care about
that stuff right now.
The most important thing
to her is you and Jen.
Is that why she's f*cking Brian?
Don't talk about
your mother that way.
I'm sorry.
I'm just so pissed at her.
It's, like, everything was fine.
And then
everything changes overnight.
And it's all this sh*t with you,
and I just-- I don't know--
This is life, son.
People do things
for a million reasons.
It's just human nature.
What does that mean?
Well, I'm no
Greek philosopher, but--
you can't expect people to do
what you want them
to do all the time.
Everybody has
feelings and emotions,
that sometimes
they can't control.
Does that make any sense to you?
Can I ask you a question?
Anytime.
Do you think
there's something wrong with me?
Of course not.
Then why do I have
all these thoughts in my head?
Look, you went through
some troubled times
for whatever reason,
and came through it
because you chose to.
That's strength of character.
We all have dark moments
in our lives
that make or break us.
What's going on?
Well there's this kid at school.
The one from the drawings?
I started to like him a lot.
It's stupid.
What are you saying, son?
I think--
I think--
-I think I might be--
-What?
-What? What's going on?
-I think I might be g*y!
I love you.
That must have been really hard
to tell your old man this.
I don't know if I am.
Or if I'm not.
I don't know,
but that's okay, right, Dad?
Of course it's okay.
-It's okay, right?
-Yes, it's okay.
I had
this friend in high school.
He was a year older than me.
Real good looking dude.
Great football player.
All the girls liked him.
We were both
big Rolling Stones fans.
Every time
they released an album,
I would buy it and we'd hang out
at mine or his.
I even taught him
how to play guitar.
But I was a little confused,
to be honest.
I mean, I didn't know
if I was attracted to him
because he was so popular,
or just because I liked him.
Anyway, he moved away.
I started dating girls.
But we all have our moments.
Sometimes they're fleeting.
And some last a lifetime.
Have you told your mom?
No.
I figured I'd tell you first.
That's why I'm here.
I remember you used to take me
here all the time as a kid.
So what's next?
I don't know.
You think there's someone
I should talk to?
Like a shrink?
Hell no.
Stay away from those guys.
Trust me,
I'm speaking from experience.
But you know what?
I think I know
exactly who we need to talk to.
What the f*ck?
Welcome!
Listen, sweetie, you've got
one hell of a father right there
to embrace
your deepest feelings.
I wish I had that kind of dad
when I was growing up.
Why? W-- what happened to you?
Well, I'm from Texas,
and my daddy
was straight out of Dallas.
JR type.
Before your time.
Anywho, he was
a real brute of a man.
I didn't have the ba*ls
to tell him how I felt inside.
But, I guess getting caught
wearing Mama's Sunday heels
may have let the cat out.
So how'd you know?
Like, how'd you know
you were g*y?
I didn't.
There's no playbook, sweetie.
Not for that kind of
inner turmoil.
You just gotta go
with the flow until you know.
And trust me, you will know.
And if you're not,
well, then
you can take this moment
and use it to help
someone down the line.
Who doesn't have
anyone to talk to.
Are you happy?
That is probably
one of the best questions
anyone's ever asked of the Magi
in a long time.
But the answer is yes,
because I've lived
the alternative.
Life is a moment, young man.
Don't you dare be scared
to live it on your own terms.
You hear me?
Yeah.
What's that?
Every time I have
a moment of darkness,
I hold this up and I imagine
I've unlocked my heart
and let the darkness fly.
Stay in the sunshine, Cody.
That's where you belong.
Spread the love.
Spread the love.
So what's next?
I don't know. We wait.
Should we get him a hooker?
No, we're not getting him
a hooker.
-How about you?
-What about me?
You need to open up
the valves, bro.
You're all seized up.
What are you suggesting?
I got the perfect place
for that.
Come on.
I can't believe
I let you bring me here.
What if Sof's lawyer hired
a PI to follow me?
Well, if he's in here,
he'll have long forgotten
you exist by now.
-Wow.
-Hello, Bobby.
- What a time.
- Oh, wow.
- Wow. My-- Ramona.
- How are you?
I'm good. How are you?
I'm good, baby. How are you?
Yeah. I've been
working on my career.
Oh, yeah?
Hey, meet
my big brother, Mickey.
He's a big-time famous
record producer.
-Sit down.
-Oh, really?
- Oh, yeah.
- You're cute.
-Is this a wig?
-No, it's not a wig.
You want a dance, honey?
You're the Antichrist.
Nah, I'm just a loving,
caring brother.
Hello?
Uncle Bobby, have you seen Dad?
Hello?
Uncle Bobby, are you in here?
f*ck.
I think maybe Dad took
Lucy the Magi's
"spread the love"
a little too literal.
Dad?
Dad!
That was disgusting!
Are you kidding me?
How am I supposed to unsee that?
How are we supposed
to unsee that?
Look, I'm sorry.
I made a big mistake.
A big mistake?
Yeah, it was a big mistake!
Are you kidding?
While you're in there
having an orgy
in Uncle Bobby's trailer,
Mom's off buying
Brian a Porsche,
and I'm over here
losing my f*cking mind!
- Jennifer.
- No, don't-- Don't touch me!
You are disgusting to me
right now!
You disgust me!
Do you hear that?
Your mom bought Brian
a new Porsche?
Yeah, she bought Brian
a Porsche.
And take this, she's not even
throwing Jen a birthday party.
As if Jen even gives a sh*t
about a birthday party.
Do you even give a sh*t?
Nice dye job, Sofia Ferrera,
but I don't believe
the carpet matches the drapes.
Oh, and the facelift,
tight as a drum, eh?
You know damn well
I don't have a facelift.
That's what happens
when you get all googly-eyed
over someone 15 years
your junior at a bar.
You're not supposed to be here!
I'm more than 100 feet away,
count it off,
just don't get hit
by a bus doing it.
Oh, and I heard
what you bought your boyfriend.
You can buy him a Porsche,
but you can't throw a birthday
party for your own daughter.
I never bought
anybody a new Porsche!
What do you want, Mickey?
What do you want?
I want my family back!
But I'll settle
for Jennifer's birthday party.
You honestly think
I'd let our own daughter down?
You know me better than that.
What if you started
with a guitar solo?
Guitar solo?
Uh, I did something
that might work.
Check it out.
Awesome! Love it, yeah!
I mean, you guys realize
that no one does
flashy guitar solos
anymore, right?
You ever heard
of Eddie Van Halen?
-Isn't he dead?
-Whoa, whoa, boss, boss!
No, no, no, no, no, no!
Eddie Van Halen's guitar solos
will go on forever,
while you'll be a passing memory
as the prick with the vape.
You realize I could
shut you down today, right?
Then do it!
I f*cking dare you!
Piece of sh*t!
Come on, Bobby,
you said the kids' parents
aren't back for another month.
Bro, if they find out
I'm using their house
to party like that, I'm f*cked!
Ever heard of bribery?
Take Thomas out on the waves.
After that, you'll be his hero.
Plus, think of all the girls
you can invite
to hang around this big,
sexy pool in their bikinis.
"Dear Jen.
Please forgive me."
"Please forgive me.
I love you.
Mom."
- Hi Uncle Bobby!
- Jen!
Oh,
so good you're here, beautiful!
Yeah, thank you for letting us
have the party here.
Anything for you.
Your my favorite niece!
I'm her best friend!
-Lacey!
-Oh, yeah, sure.
Oh, your dad
called from the studio.
He's running late, okay?
He's on his way.
- Really?
- Yeah.
Okay, I thought he was going
to miss the whole thing.
No, he wouldn't miss this.
Come on, go dance.
Mickey!
Yo. Hey.
Look, bro.
I know you're going
through some heavy sh*t.
Why don't we just call it a day?
Wait a f*cking second.
We're going to make
a great album.
Listen to me. Listen to me.
We are going to make
a great album, all right?
Trust me, Emerson.
Trust in the love.
I don't know, bro.
Listen to me.
I gotta get this.
- What's going on?
- I think someone OD'd.
What? Jennifer!
-Cody!
-Dad!
What happened?
My friend, she OD'd.
She took Molly.
- Sorry.
- Let me keep moving, sir.
Where's your Uncle Bobby?
He's at the back of the house.
Bobby!
What the f*ck happened, Bobby?
I should have known kids bring
drugs to a pool party.
How'd I miss that one?
You were in charge, Bobby,
and you screwed up like always!
I know.
Who's in charge?
I guess I am.
Because there are minors
drinking alcohol.
-Did you provide it?
-No, officer.
He just got here, bro.
Doesn't matter.
Put your hands behind your back.
-What?
-Mm-hmm.
Hey,
why are you taking my dad?
He didn't do anything!
He didn't do anything!
Why are you taking him?
Dad, I'm-- I'm really sorry.
It's alright, sweetie.
Bobby, make sure they get home.
And shut this
damn shitstorm down.
Yeah, yeah.
Alright,
you heard the man.
Everybody, get out.
Just when it looked like
we had all forgotten
our troubles for a moment...
that's when fate
knocked on the door
to remind us about real life.
In light
of the respondent's behavior,
including a DUI
and public displays of anger.
And considering the respondent
neglected both his parental
and custodial duties
on the day in question,
I find I have no choice
at this time
but to award complete
and sole custody
of the children
to the petitioner.
If the respondent
wants to be a parent again
in his children's lives,
he will have to enroll
in anger management counseling.
And after attending
the anger management counseling,
the court will decide
whether or not
you are to see
your children again.
See my kids again?
What does that mean?
It means, Mr. Ferrera,
that you are not to go
within 100 feet
of your children
without supervision.
And, that you shall not have
any contact with them
until the court has decided
that they can be safe
in your company.
This case is dismissed.
A hundred feet from my kids.
I hope you're happy!
Get your hands off me!
Mickey!
Sit down, sit down.
I'm fine.
I just spoke to the judge.
You are so lucky
that she's not going to
hold you in contempt of court.
-Are you okay?
-Am I okay?
I can't see my kids
unless it's supervised.
Meanwhile, I'm paying
my wife $10k a month
so she can buy
her boyfriend a new car.
You can see your kids, Mickey.
You just have to follow
the court's rules.
Could my life get any worse?
What do I do now?
I think you know.
Oh, great.
He wants me to get in touch
with my inner animal.
How long
do I have to do this?
Until your brain juice settles
and your melon is calm.
You all brought
your inner animals.
I see that.
I appreciate that.
Now, Angus, Panda,
what's your problem?
Sometimes I dread going home.
Why?
Is your apartment too small?
No, going home to my parents,
in Washington State.
They hate me.
Because I'm an artist?
They're bankers.
I like bankers.
Can I stop now?
My melon's tired.
Sit.
Where are you going, Angus?
Sometimes
I think about k*lling them
and using their blood
-to paint my canvas.
-Hmm.
Jesus Christ.
I'm kidding.
They're already dead.
My brother k*lled them.
This is nuts.
Stoned hippies, serial K*llers.
God knows why she's here.
I like cigars.
I'm here because
I tried to castrate someone.
Of course, I didn't succeed.
We're friends now.
He asked me out on a date.
That's it. I'm done.
Mickey.
This is only the first step.
Yeah, well, zoom me the rest.
Oh, Mickey.
Yeah?
You haven't been drinking,
right?
No, Kristen.
And you haven't beaten up
anyone lately, have you?
I want my family back!
Damn it. Piece of sh*t.
Not today.
Look, Jonathan thinks
you've made
just a great breakthrough.
Uh, you know, just by talking
with such honesty...
...it's a really
good start, Mickey.
Who the f*ck is Jonathan?
Your shrink.
Oh you mean the guy
made me look like a zebra?
I'll see you at the mediation.
Don't be late.
Oh, f*ck.
What's up, Frosty?
I let you down.
I should have
kept my eye on things.
I didn't, and I screwed up.
I'm really sorry, man.
Where the hell
did you get a suit?
Turns out one of my students'
husbands is about the same size.
I gotta return it before
he gets back from New York.
And it didn't come with shoes.
Thanks for being here,
my brother.
]
Seth, what's up?
sh*t!
I'll be right there.
And Seth, don't let him leave.
I got an emergency.
I need you
to head over to the mediation.
And do what?
Stall them.
Aww, f*ck.
Sofia!
Sofia!
Sofia!
Everyone's a fool at some time
in their lives, honey.
Let's go.
Sofia!
Sofia!
What's going on, guys?
Emerson just left the band.
That's what's going on, buddy.
What? Why?
It's been
a long time coming, bro.
Come on, brother.
Not today.
This is just
not working for me anymore.
We're washed up, man.
There goes 20 years, man.
Look, my kid made these beats.
You gotta listen to them.
We can blend these with your
sound and make this work.
-I'm telling you.
-Mick, Mick, Mick.
It's just a bunch of noise, bro.
It's not about
the sound or the beats.
We just lost the juice.
Sorry, boss. We're done.
f*ck.
Hey, Mickey.
For what it's worth,
I like the beats.
Lord Byron was considered to be
the preeminent romantic poet
who lived a life of debauchery
and sexual ambiguity.
-So what do you think about it?
-Hey, butt boy.
How's your sexual ambiguity?
-Alex laughs]
-I heard you and Eric broke up.
You gonna write a poem about it?
Aw.
Did-- did you ever try
to k*ll yourself
because of the boy you love?
Whoa.
f*ck this!
f*ck!
And then,
sometimes the demons win.
f*ck!
And you're left with one
choice.
Fall into the abyss.
There's a kid on the roof!
It's not looking good
for your client, Kristen.
- Oh!
- Bobby?
Hey Sof. What's up?
Where's Mickey?
And where are your shoes?
Shoes interrupt our connection
to the earth.
Mick's, uh,
had a bit of an emergency.
It's not a big deal.
He'll be here in a minute.
I'm just gonna sit in for him.
So, uh,
you're the beach bum, right?
You've been talking
to your wife, right?
Come on, let's do this.
Cody! Cody!
You happy?
Put your damn phone away!
Cody, I'm coming up there!
Don't try and stop me!
I'm sorry, Mr. Ferrera,
you're not allowed.
Going up on the roof
is against school rules.
f*ck your rules.
That's my son up there.
Uh, Mrs. Ferrera
would like all the artwork
and the vacation home
in Amsterdam.
Are you serious, bro?
My brother built that
houseboat with his own hands.
Your Honor, he built an entire
houseboat with his bare hands.
-Wow.
-Bro, you don't have to get
all literal about it, all right?
He drew the plans.
I never asked for the houseboat.
Yeah, it's on the list
of properties.
You drafted this
yourself, Sofia.
I wasn't thinking straight.
Yeah, you got that right, Sof.
Sofia.
Wait, wait.
Where do you think you're going?
Don't, Bobby!
Everything that happened here,
I didn't mean for any of this.
-Then why did you do it?
-Fear.
I did everything out of fear.
-Fear?
-Yeah.
Including the affair?
He saw me.
He noticed
when I got my hair done.
He could tell
when I was wearing perfume.
We would sit down
and have a meal together.
When is the last time I had
a meal with your brother, huh?
He's busy locked in his studio
for 15 hours a day!
You think I give a sh*t?
And he comes home with fancy
bags from his trips for me.
Big f*cking deal.
He's married to his work.
He does it for you.
Yeah?
Well, it sure is working,
isn't it?
I met him...
when he was different.
I was different.
I'm a human being.
I need my husband back.
I miss my husband.
I miss Mick.
What's that?
I gotta go.
Where are you going?
Hey, buddy, it's dad.
I'm right here.
I'm coming closer, okay?
Do you want
to step down from there?
We'll talk about whatever it is
that's bothering you.
You can't fix it.
You tried, Dad,
but I just don't fit in.
I never will.
Who said you had to fit in?
You know how many people
go through life
never discovering what's really
going on inside them?
I don't care about other people.
I just don't want to be
made fun of anymore!
People will be cruel when
they don't understand something.
It's not your fault.
It's their weakness, not yours.
I hate people!
Cody!
Cody!
Cody!
- Mom?
- Cody!
Mom?
Mom!
Cody, please don't do this!
Please don't do this!
Cody.
Look at all that love
around you.
It's like
that drawing of yours,
the one of the boy in the sky
and the angels fighting
over him to protect him.
You understood that?
Of course I did.
I'm your dad.
You got so much going for you.
You know what?
-Listen to this.
-No.
Listen to this!
Please. Cody please.
These are your beats.
You came up with them.
I played them for the band
and they loved them.
And I'm going to
use them in a song.
And I think
it's going to be a hit.
But more importantly,
you took your pain
and you put it
into something positive.
That's what artists do.
That's what you do.
You said it was just noise.
Yeah, well, I was wrong.
And I'm going to use them.
But I can't do it
without your help.
So what do you say?
Want to help
save your old man's career?
I got you, I got you.
I can't really breathe.
Yes, you can.
No.
He's some guy,
that brother of mine.
Hey.
I don't want Jennifer quitting
something she loves so much.
She's not going to quit riding.
She's learned
a lot from you recently.
About love.
We all have.
You can have it all, Sof.
I don't want anything.
All I want is to see my kids
and to be there for them.
I felt I was losing you.
That we were losing each other.
And I wanted to hurt you.
Because you haven't been
there for me.
You wanted to hurt me
for working.
So you had an affair?
Yes. No, I mean--
I missed the way
you would look at me.
I was afraid that
we were drifting apart.
I felt unwanted.
Yes, I had an affair.
It was... a mistake
that I thought
would fix everything.
Of course, I was wrong.
I lied to myself.
And I lied to you.
And you have every right
to hate me for that.
But when I saw you
with Cody today,
I realized what I'd lost.
I should be the one to go.
You stay here with the kids.
No more lawyers.
No more mediators.
No more pain.
Sof?
There's the look.
You want to take the kids
for something to eat?
Emerson.
Mick,
I just wrote a monster, bro.
And you did it.
You gave me the line, man.
Trust in--
You just hung up on him.
You really bought him a Porsche?
No, I just cosigned.
I had to stop him suing you
for breaking his nose.
You tell anybody,
you'd lose a friend.
Why'd you do that?
If I didn't, I'd always wonder.
Huh. Makes sense.
Anyone ever I told you that body
of yours was built for surfing?
As you can see,
we're a family again.
The band got better
with a little help from me.
My sister went back
to riding her horse
and Uncle Bobby, well...
...he stayed the exact same,
which is cool.
And as for Dad,
he's one of a kind.
Yeah, he's definitely
one of a kind.
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