(music)
Now it's 4 a. m.
and I'm still a hound
They dropped a mean-talking
Yankee off
In the last town
If I were in Kentucky
I'd be shootin' raccoons
Stoned as a driver
chasin' the moon
Hopped up driver
Chasin' the moon
Buyin' smokes for kids
and I pocket the change
Grab a deli stick
A barely legal
"Home on the Range"
- Ah. Mmm,
yeah that's good.
Dust in my tracks
pedal to steel
Dust in my tracks
Pedal to steel
Oh!
(Horn dying)
(screaming)
(both screaming)
(Cas): It wasn't always
like this. Everything used
to be clearer to me.
Happiness was simple and
achievable. Medicine was
God. Right and wrong
was... (chuckles) ...black
and white. The world made
perfect sense. And I knew
exactly what I was doing in it.
(Indistinct hospital noises)
Ahh. My results.
I've been a doctor
for over 30 years. Lately
certain ethics of the
practice have become
irrefutably grey to me.
(Cas throwing up)
(answering machine):
You have one message.
- Hey, it's Alan. I uh, I hope
you've reconsidered and
you're not half way to
B. C. by now. Um, look, you
know the prognosis and I,
I get what Denise went
through but we all want
the same thing here. For
you to be around as long
as possible. Now's the
time to move on this.
We're talking about the
rest of your life, Cas.
- Hey Winston.
What? What do you
want? You don't even talk
anymore. Speak to
me. Use your words.
(Winston Barks)
Excellent.
Have a good day.
Mindless shit.
Sit. Excellent.
Winston.
Winston-- Winston?
- Hey! This is Denise. I'm not
in. You know what to do.
- Hey. I'm coming for a
visit. Yeah, long overdue.
I'll see you soon. Bye.
(Cell phone ringing)
(Dylan): Hey Bobby.
Um, sorry, I was
doing a thing. Uh... Look,
I think we need to take a
break.
It's Dylan. Dylan!
Uh, look, I need some time
to think, you know.
To think! No, think! Would
you please turn down the
TV? I'm trying to have a
heartfelt moment with you
here. No. Well no. Where
am I supposed to go? I
mean, I've lived there for
almost a year now.
Fine, just come
pick me up. Well, how do
you expect me to get
home genius? Fly? Okay
whatever, I'll find a ride.
You know what, forget it.
Keep watching TV.
Yeah, okay. We'll
just, we'll figure it out
when I-- when I get back,
okay? It's like we're
taking a vacation.
A vacation!
No! Separately! Hello?
I like your focus.
- Excuse me?
- Whatever you're
writing. You seem really
zoned in. Kinda reminds
me of myself. I'm-- I'm a
writer and when a thought
occurs to me, I can
literally tune out the
entire world and just focus
in on my words. It's a gift.
Do you do a lot of writing?
- Would you stop, not--
don't do that please?
- Oh.
- Sorry.
- Nice car!
- Thank you.
- GPS, huh?
- You were in room 1101
yesterday, weren't you?
- Yeah! Yeah.
Dylan Morgan.
- Cas.
- Hi. Are you
a philanthropist?
- Am I a what?
- A philanthropist.
Do you have money that you
wanna throw away?
'Cause... I'm a
philanthropee and I'm more
than happy to have money
thrown at me.
- That's called a stripper.
- No it's not. So
you, uh, going on a trip, Cas?
- Mmhmm.
- Where are you going?
'Cause I could use a ride.
- I'm going west.
- Shut up!
- No, you shut up.
- That is so perfect.
That's where I'm headed
to. That-- that
must be a sign.
- No, no, it
doesn't have to be.
- My boyfriend lives
literally, like, right up
the highway, like
30 seconds away.
- How did you get here?
- I hitched a ride.
- Mmhmm. The answer's no.
I'm a solo traveller.
- Okay. Of course.
- Sorry.
- Yeah. No,
no makes sense.
Although, you wouldn't
even notice I was here.
- Yes, I would.
- No, I-- I'm quiet
like a... Teeny tiny
mouse. You won't even
know I'm in the car.
Thank you so much
for this. Hitching can
really suck. You know, you
never know what kind of
wacko is picking you up.
- I'm sorry
about your friend.
- Who?
- Uh... The guy in 1101.
- He wasn't my friend.
- He was an acquaintance?
- No, I never met
him before in my life.
- Oh.
- You know, I said I
was a writer, right? So
I've been visiting your
department to just really
observe human suffering.
- Yes.
- I like to think
that I'm suffering
vicariously through
your patients
- Huh. Haha.
Isn't that nice.
- I'm actually trying
to get in with this
publishing company out
west. They're the best, I
mean, I submitted my
manuscript to them and I'm
pretty sure they're
interested but it's kinda
hard to tell 'cause they
don't usually take my
calls. But,
fingers crossed.
- You actually
sent them something?
- Mmhmm. Action
Romanture. It's a new
genre. I invented it.
It's action, romance, and
adventure, and it's all
(splat sound) you know,
something for everybody.
What about you? What
were you writing?
- Nothing.
- Wanna hear
something? Listen to this.
"Though she couldn't look
him in the eye, she could
see into the deepest
depths of his soul. She
knew he would never
outgrow his sloth-like
qualities. And she knew if
she even hesitated for a
fraction of moment
she would lose
herself inside his
mobile death-trap."
- I-- I-- uh, I
don't know what to say.
- I know! It's
layered, right? I got all
of that from hanging
out in the hospital.
- How long before we
get to wherever we're going?
- Oh, it's right
here. This is my street.
- Right. Thirty
seconds away, huh?
- Well, it's been a
slice. Have fun on the
coast. Thanks for
the ride papa smurf.
(music)
Well yonder comes Miss Rosie
How in the world do you know
I know by her apron
and the dress she wore
Umbrella on her shoulder
A piece of paper in her hand
Said she's gonna see
the guv'nor
Turn loose my man
Let the midnight special
shine it's light on me
Let the midnight special
Shine its ever-loving light
on me
(music stops)
(Bobby): Fine
then. Fine. Fuck.
(Dylan): Well you're the one
who told me to get it.
- You got yourself
a goddamn deal.
- Uh, I wanted to give
you this in return--
- You're still here. Come on!
- I-- uh, whoa whoa!
- Come on!
- Wait!
- Where the
hell you goin'?
- Go! Go go! Come on!
- What the hell
was that all about?
- I'm gonna kill you!
- Was that a gunshot?
- Yeah, he can
get a little gun happy.
Ahh! Agh! The
door slammed on my hand.
- Ugh!
- Oh my god.
- Oh my god.
- Uh... Go!
- Fuck.
- Go!
- Go?!
- Yes. Go! What? Do
you want to spend the rest
of your life in
jail? Go! Go!
- Shit.
- You have totally hit him!
- Shit. Shit. Thank
you! Shit. Shit. Shit.
- Relax, Cas.
- Shit!
- Relax!
- How?! SH--
- Just relax!
- I took a
Hippocratic Oath.
- Well, I think
you're a hero. You know
what, Bobby has a terrible
temper. You might've
actually saved my life.
What are you doing?
- We left the scene of
a hit and run. We gotta
ditch this car.
- Cas, you gotta at
least take the plates.
Haha! This car is
incredible! What a deal!
It's almost as if hitting Bobby
was serendipitous. I mean,
I think this is an amazing
car. We should really call
it something. How
about Jennifer?
- Now just lay it on there.
And keep it. Don't move it.
- Ahh. Ow.
Ow. So what's west?
- Excuse me?
- Why are you going west?
- Uh... Uh... Uh...
I'm taking a vacation.
- Huh-- Oh. Is it for
a woman? You have a lady
friend out there? That--
is that what you've been
writing? About that--?
- We hit a person. You
are aware of that, right?
- You hit a person.
- Uh... Okay, hah all
right. Look, we-- we
passed a bus station back
there, a couple of blocks
ago. I'm gonna
drop you off there.
- What?!
- I'll give you some money,
if you don't have some money--
- No, no, no. We
can't split up. Bobby's dead.
(Cas laughs)
- I doubt he's dead.
I barely hit him.
- He was a hemophiliac.
- Of course.
- That's when your
blood doesn't coagulate--
- I know
what that means.
- And we're on the
lam, my friend. Just me,
you, and bright
orange Jennifer.
- I don't like you.
- I've never been out
west. This could actually
be pretty fun.
(music)
I never wanted to be taken
But now I'm feeling
so left out
So I don't care where I go
I'm leaving
Yeah I'm leaving
Got about a half a tank left
That could do
but only if I'm lucky
But either way
I'm leaving
Oh I'm leaving...
Hey, what's with
the cooler anyway? You got
sandwiches in there or
something 'cause I
could really go--
- Man, you gotta stop
smoking those cigarettes.
That is an ugly habit.
Your teeth are gonna rot.
- Hey, lighten up.
Just 'cause you probably
killed somebody doesn't
mean we can't try and...
have some fun.
- Uh.. huh.. um..
- Wow. Classy joint.
Last time I stayed in a
place like this
I made 400 bucks.
That was a joke.
Get it? 'Cause this place
is crack whorish.
(chuckles)
Oh sorry, not you.
- How can I help you?
- Uh... I, uh, we uh--
- The incident has be
described as allegedly
a hit and run accident.
There's no information yet
on any suspects and police
are still scanning the
scene for any evidence
left behind. No word yet,
however, on the victims
current condition.
In other news...
- Uh... uh... (clears
throat) Any availability?
- Is that your final answer?
- Uh... Yeah.
- Two beds or one?
- Uhh... Two.
Rooms! Actually.
- And name?
- Uh, Cas Pepper
and Dylan Morgan.
- All right,
how would you like
to pay for that?
(Cas scoffs and chuckles)
- Master card.
- Don't worry,
I'll pay you back.
- Enh.
- Keeping track.
I'm keeping track.
- Enh. Enh.
- Hang on.
- Was that about Bobby?
- I don't know.
I don't think so.
- What do you think?
How many hit and runs
happen in one
day, typically?
- I don't know. Why do
you think I would know?
- 'Cause you
work in a hospital.
- Would you just
be cool. Be cool.
- Here you go. Sign there.
There's your card.
Keys. Two rooms.
(Cas humming)
Have a good stay.
This is a non-smoking
env-- Oh whatever.
(music)
I'm driving away
Without you this time
I keep switching lanes
I can't make up my mind
I missed you already
I missed you
the day that we met
I've been around
Enough times to know
That good people come
And great people go
I remember you telling me
How we're all
so very small
And the days go by
The days go by
Oh darling
I ache in my bones
For so many miles
I call you...
- Hi, uh, uh are there
any restaurants open now?
Any grocery stores?
(Knocking on door)
Come in.
- Smells like an
Olive Garden in here.
You know what I
just realized? You're Dr.
Pepper. Which is pretty
much amazing. I mean, to
have that name and then to
become a doctor. Wow. If
that's not a sign, I don't
know what is. Of course I
have no idea what it's a
sign for. Believing in
signs and being able to
interpret them are two
very different things.
Oh yeah. Mm. Thank you.
Mmm this is good!
- Thank you.
- Yeah.
So um... What's
uh, what's all of that?
- What? Oh, nothing.
- You know I hear
Hemingway's office looked
a lot like that. You
know if you're writing
something and you're
stuck. I truly believe the
best way to get unstuck
is to just talk it out. I
would be happy to spitball
with you if you'd like.
- No thank you.
- All right. Suit
yourself. This is amazing
by the way. I mean, I've
had pasta sauce before,
like a lot. I mean, there
was this six month period
where you might say I
lived on it exclusively.
No pasta. Just sauce. And
this is by far the best
sauce I've ever tasted.
- Thank you.
- What's in it?
- It's a secret recipe.
- You're very
secretive, you know that?
- Mmmm. There we go.
- No. Hey, I'm not
finished with it. All
right fine, thanks.
Well, thank you for
the lovely supper, and
even lovelier company. You
were super fun. Night Cas.
- Night.
Hi.
- Are you
gonna kill yourself?
- What?
- I'm not judging or
anything. It's fine if you are.
- Unbelievable.
- Just be good to
know. Just don't want to
be in the car when you're
soaring off the cliff is all.
- Dylan, uh, I've decided
to leave you some money.
- Really? What for?
- So you can get
anywhere away from here.
And also away from me.
- We already
discussed this, Cas. You
saw that news report, if
Bobby's dead, which he is,
and I get caught. That's
really gonna suck for you.
Besides you need me.
- You think so?
- Yeah. I've been
thinking about it all
morning. I'm going
to help you write it.
- What?
- Your note. It's
obvious that you're
suffering from some
serious block and uh, I'm
a wordsmith. It's a gift.
It's about time I start
giving it back.
- You're talking about--
- Your poorly
composed suicide note.
(chuckles)
- First of all I, I uh,
I prefer the
phrase "legacy" note.
- Yeah,
that's delightful.
- And secondly, I've
decided not to write it.
So, unfortunately, your
talents are no longer required.
- No. You have
to write a note, Cas.
Everybody writes a note.
You can't commit suicide
without a suicide note.
I've already got
some great ideas for the first
act, Cas. Um, you ever see
"Leaving Las Vegas"?...
- Paying customer.
With a big dick.
- Hello.
- Sorry, friend. I
didn't realize you were
still, uh, here. Uh, look
I'm just a couple doors
down. You mind giving me
a head's up when you're
done. I wouldn't mind
gettin' in on some of the
action, if you know what
I'm saying. (chuckles)
That's a big stack.
Mind telling me
if she's worth it?
Well, you're impolite.
- Dylan?
- I was thinking
we frame it in a sort of
third person narrative.
- I'm leaving
if you want a ride.
- So, what would you
say your theme is? Regret?
Unrequited love? That's
always a good one.
- Death. The
theme is death.
Do you understand?
- Yes. Theme
is death. Awesome.
- Where are your
parents, Dylan?
- Um, they are
travelling circus
performers so...they're
probably halfway through
Europe by now.
(laughs)
- And not one
word of that was true.
- I used to travel
with them, okay? Until I
decided to branch out and
pursue my writing career.
(music)
Have you ever heard the story
about Lost John Dean...
What is this?
- This is music.
- Uhh... It's awful.
- There is nothing
wrong with this music.
- There is nothing
right with this music.
- Did it ever occur to
you, Dylan, that there
might be something of
quality in this that you
just don't understand.
- No, no. This
is just terrible.
- It's bluegrass. It
tells a story. You are a
writer, aren't you? Give
it a chance. You might
learn a thing or two.
Long gone
from Bowling Green...
- No, I'm sorry. I hate this.
This is why
people kill themselves.
Even put bloodhounds
on his track
Yeah the doggone bloodhounds
lost his scent
Nobody knows
where Lost John went
(music)
- What did you do?
- I just figured we
can't be too careful.
We're homicidal outlaws
now. Well, you're a
homicidal outlaw.
(southern accent) I just
got mixed up with
the wrong folk.
- Where'd you
get the stuff?
- That variety store
next door. I got you some
stuff too, you
wanna see it?
- No. Where'd
you get the money?
- Hey, I'm just
looking out for our well
being here, okay? At
least somebody is.
- Hello, my name
is Stephanie and I'll be
your waitress today.
Are you ready to order?
- Sure thing,
Stephanie. Um, I'll have
the grilled cheese
sandwich, I'll have fries,
I'll have a coleslaw, I'll
have a side salad with
some balsamic on it. And
an apple pie. A la mode.
- And for you?
- Coffee.
Black. No sugar.
- Coming right up.
- Don't you hate
waitresses who tell their
name when they get to the
table? (mocking) Oh hi, my
name is Dylan and I'll be
your waitress today. I
mean have you ever
actually gotten your
waitresses attention by
yelling out her name? You
have to maintain that
anonymity for the
customer/server
relationship to work. Soon
as they become human, you
just feel bad. Be right back.
Oh shit. Hey Stephanie.
Yeah, can I get
that grilled cheese to go.
(music)
Oh be joyful
is that what you're brewin'
Does your daddy know
that's what you're doin'
This little girl's got a
reputation that's a 'ruined
She was giving them
the country way
Prick!
Machete in the trees
the hound dog on the chain
Wouldn't let a woman
playing the banjo in the rain
Tarot card tune
but the song's always the same
Jesus give me strength
Babe it's all right
I'm gonna
wrap you up tonight
Carry you out right
On time
Well she got comanche
she got her a coy
She got a young man
that she plays with like a toy
He don't mind
when she calls him little boy
That's the thing
that he enjoys
She wanna get it all back
but it's a little too late
She wanna start all over
on a shiny clean slate
Just kill him like a snake
and hang him up over the gate
Don't believe it
Just you wait
(Truck honking)
I'm gonna
wrap you up tonight
Carry you out right
On time
Hey all right
Ain't it good to be alive
Ain't it nice to be fighting
on the winning side
Yeah
(man): I didn't
mean it that way.
- Thanks for
nothing you douche!
Hey! Cas! Hey!
Dr. Pepper, what are the
chances? This is perfect.
- No, no, not...
No. Nononono...
- Hey! Cas! Hey, hey!
What are you doing? I'm
not in the car yet! Hey
you just came back for me, I'm
getting very mixed signals from
you. What a skeazbag! Ugh.
That's why I hate
hitching. Ugh. That guy
was not the gentlemen
I thought he was, Cas.
- No kidding.
- Oh hey, about that
motel yesterday. Told you
I was good for it. Put
that back where it came
from. Well, that was an
ordeal. Probably could
have been avoided if you
hadn't ditched me back
there, but I want you to
know it's water under the
bridge, Cas. People make
mistakes, you know. I've
been known to act
impulsively from time to
time actually. These
things happen and I want
you to know I forgive you.
- You forgive me?
- Yeah. Yeah,
I forgive you.
- Bobby's not dead.
You've been texting him. All
this time. There are at least
twelve messages from him.
- Okay. Okay. I confess,
he's not a hemophiliac.
- Don't say that. I-- I
didn't believe it then, I
don't believe it now.
- What are we
talking about, Cas?
- Dylan, why
don't you go home?
- Because I
don't have a home.
Please. I
can't go back there.
- Dylan.
I'm going west.
All the way. What
are you gonna do?
- I'm good with west.
All the way. That's--
Fresh start.
- And what are you
gonna do when you get there?
- I told you I'm in
talks with that publishing
company out there. The
wheels are in motion, I
mean, yeah, they've been
playing phone tag with me
but I have a really good
feeling about this.
- Okay. First we gotta
set some ground rules.
- Okay. Shoot.
- One. Stay out
of my business.
- Done.
- Number two. No more
smoking. And I don't mean
just in the car. I mean
no more smoking. At all.
- I can quit anytime.
- Number three.
I pick the music.
- Okay. Just none of
that bluegrass crap 'cause
it's brutal--
- I pick the music.
- Okay, relax.
- Number four. No
talking. (chuckles)
- Aha right. Ever?
- Ever.
- Pft! I'm
not gonna do that.
- You're really bad at
that. When I say never.
Never. Stop talking!
- Okay, that's
a stupid rule.
- Stop it! No talking!
- Cas I can't go
without talking because
what am I gonna do when
I have to go pee or
something? I can't do--
- No talking. No
talking. Get out of my car.
- Keep it on the road, Cas.
- Stop talking.
I know you, rider,
gonna miss me when I'm gone
I know you, rider,
gonna miss me when I'm gone
Gonna miss your baby
from rolling in your arms
I know you, rider,
gonna miss me when I'm gone
I know you, rider,
gonna miss me when I'm gone
- Hey, you
got this in Kosher?
- Nope.
- All right.
Get it together.
- Hi, this is uh,
Dylan Morgan. I'm calling,
uh, again to follow up
on my manuscript that I
submitted to Susan Crosby.
Uh... Actually that'd be
great. Fri-- yeah I can
make Friday. I think.
Friday at 4:30. Yeah, thank
you. Okay. Bye. Oh my god.
Permission to speak?
- Granted.
- I have a meeting
at Cresthill Books!
- Really?
(screaming)
- Yes!! Yes!! Yes! Yes!
- That's great.
- Oh my god! This is
like the company to work
with! This is huge, Cas!
Cas! Cas! Cas! Hey, you
look like shit.
- Agh. It's
just a headache.
- Yeah? You
want me to drive?
(chuckles)
- Over my dead body.
- You know, there's a
sort of sad irony to that.
I'm just saying.
Yes!
I told you the
wheels were in motion.
(music)
I made a wreck of my hand
I put it through the wall
I made a fist and not a plan
Call me a reckless
wrecking ball
I throw my plates
against the wall
And give it all I got
I aim to break
not one but all
I'm just a big
ol' wrecking ball
Ah. Mmm,
yeah that's good.
I am a rock
on top of the sand
I am a fist amidst the hands
And I break it
Just because I can
Oh!
(Horn dying)
(screaming)
(both screaming)
- It's my dog.
It's just my dog.
- What the fuck?
I'm really sorry,
Cas, about uh, crashing
your car. Really,
really sorry.
What's with
the dog corpse?
- Don't go there.
- Don't go there?
That's it? You have a
frozen dog in your
cooler. Are you into
necro-bestiality? I read
about that once, it's,
it's not my thing.
But, you know...
- We'll just have to
wait and see, won't we?
(Cas chuckles)
- How do I know
you're not gonna kill me?
- Because I would of
done that already.
- Oh.
- Definitely.
- So...
- Look, my dog died.
That's fact. No fiction.
That's reality. I would
like to bury him
somewhere nice.
- Ah... well um,
you broke your lower
control arm. Uh, it's
gonna be a couple hours
though. There's a little
drinking hole down the street--
- Oh yes,
yes! Come on boy.
- Here, let
me get that for you.
- Drink up.
- "To whom it may
concern." That's what
you've got so far? Are you
applying for a job in the
afterlife. Wow, you need
me more than I thought.
- Rule number one. Remember?
Stay out of my business.
- Cas?
- Yes, Dylan?
- Why are you
killing yourself?
- Because I have a
malignant grade four
glioblastoma
brain tumor. Okay?
- That's horrible.
- Well it's one of the
less fun tumors, let's put
it that way.
- Shouldn't you
be in a hospital?
- No.
- Well I don't get
it. You're a doctor, isn't
modern medicine
your thing?
- Yes. That's how come
I know its limitations.
- Okay.
I'm not judging.
- No, that would
be out of character.
But killing
yourself is kind of the
worst. Like on a scale of
1 to 10 of things that are
the worst, killing
yourself is like a 10.
- Actually, I could
think of a hundred things
worse than killing
yourself before I took
another breath.
- Mmn. You're
playing god.
- No, no no.
You're playing god.
- What? How am I--
- We're gonna have to
agree to disagree. Okay? I
have a malignant
inoperable brain tumor.
That's killing me. I'm
not killing me. I'm just
choosing the date. You got
a problem with that? Take
it up with the tumor.
I want to
settle up my tab.
- Yup, I'll
just get it in a sec.
- Pizza, sushi,
taxi. You win, Denise.
- Hey, this is Denise! I'm not
in. You know what to do.
- Better?
- Yeah.
- Ooo. Such a
handsome couple.
- No, we're not--
- Thank you.
- Are you
from around here?
- No, no. We're just
passing through. We are
synchronized swimmers.
- Dylan!
- Well we were. I
mean, we were part of an
internationally recognized
synchro trio, but when Cas
fell in love with me it
caused a shift in our
group synchronicity,
so... The team fell apart.
- Oh dear.
- The emotional
ramifications were too
much for us. We hung up
our swim suits for good.
- Oh.
- Okay, we're just
about done here. We can
settle up at the counter.
Sorry Mrs. Henderson,
you're gonna have to leave your
truck in here overnight.
- Oh.
- Do you have a
way to get home? Or...
- Oh we'll drive you! Ow!
- Oh ho. Oh! Well
lovely. You can stay for
dinner. We'll do
up the guest room.
(music)
- This is... Quite the
meal. Were you guys, uh,
expecting anyone else?
- Oh no. These days
it's just the two of us.
- This pasta sauce
is incredible. Thank you.
- Just something
I whipped up.
- You know who makes
the best pasta sauce I've
ever tasted?
(Cas): Uh, that's fine.
- Who?
- This guy.
It's incredible. I
don't know what he puts in
it. It's top secret, but I dream
about it. I would give
anything to know what's in it.
- You dream
about what?
- Oh, his sauce.
- Oh!
- She's being dirty.
It's a double-entendre! (laughs)
- Oh!
- Oh no no no. No.
No, I'm being serious. I
mean, he doesn't like when
I brag about it. He can't
stand being in the
spotlight. It was a real
problem back in
our synchro days.
- Um, you have a
very nice place here.
- Oh. Thank you.
- We moved in here in
1959. Fifty-four years ago.
- Wow. Amazing.
- Folks come and go.
- Not us.
Steady as a rock.
- You two are like
two little turtle doves.
- When I first met
Rose, I said that's the
one for me. How
much? (laughs)
- Oh! Jack!
- Ho ho!
- You're so bad! Oh--
- Come here.
(Chuckles)
- Excuse me.
- Oh my god. How cute
are they? They're amazing,
aren't they Cas?
- Sure.
- They're like the
Cleere's on Ketamine. They
just seem so content, you
know? Living without a
care in the world. It
almost seems like old
people are in on a secret
that the rest of us has
yet to learn.
What do you think?
- Fuck!!! I used
to be able to do this.
- Well I used to be
able to do the splits. So
what? It's just a pen.
- You wanna
know what I think?
- Mmhmm.
- I think that he's in
the advanced stages of
Parkinson's and she's
in the middle stages of
Alzheimer's. And their
bodies are deteriorating.
Luckily enough for them,
they won't notice because
their minds are going even
faster.
- Yes, but they're in love.
(laughs)
- And that has nothing to do
with anything.
- Well I guess we'll
just agree to disagree.
Sorry about your pen.
- I just don't wanna
talk about Jack and Rose
anymore, okay?
- Okay.
- I'm sorry.
I'm just tired.
I'm just really tired.
- Let me ask you
this. Why are you even
writing a note if you have
no intended recipient? If
you don't know who you're
writing to it's going to
be vague and impersonal.
Do you want a vague and
impersonal suicide note?
Sorry, "legacy" note.
'Kay this isn't a
form letter. These are
your last words. So
there's gotta be somebody
that you wanna say
something too. Come on.
Okay another thing,
I don't know how you can write
anything the way you
are. You're completely rigid.
- I am loose
as a goose.
- Ohhh yeah, yeah,
yeah, yeah. The black
coffee. No sugar. The hand
sanitizer. You were gonna
take that boat of
yours on this trip.
- Do you know how
safe that car was?
- This is exactly
what I'm talking about.
What are you scared of?
Getting killed? That was
boring. Cas, Jennifer
is fun. Right? She's
colorful. She's orange.
- She's irrelevant! I
don't care what color the
car is. I don't care what
color my tie is. I don't
care. Don't you get it?
You don't understand.
- Okay. I'm just trying
to help you write your note.
- No, you're not.
- Yes.
- You're just
distracting yourself from
reality with bullshit.
- You want a reality
check? I'm actually a ray
of sunshine in
your dismal life.
- Aha! Ahahaha! You
are a ray of sunshine...
- Yeah.
- ...In my life.
- Yes!
- I am a ray of
sunshine in your dismal
life, baby! You just don't
have the guts to look
inside yourself
and find it.
All right.
Half an hour.
- All right.
- And Dylan. Uh, buy
yourself some clothes,
okay? You're
beginning to smell.
- Oh, right, I smell.
Yeah. There's a dead dog
fermenting in the back
seat and I'm the problem.
- Is that a piece
of gum in your hair?
- I was wondering
what happened to that.
Thanks Columbo.
- Ugh. Dylan!
- Yeah.
- Pay for the clothes.
- Okay. Sure.
(music)
(clerk clears throat)
- Might I recommend an album?
- Oh, I'm good.
I'm just browsing--
- You know
Shania's "Come on Over"
isn't just the
best-selling album of all
time by a female musician
in any genre. It was also
the best selling country
album ever. Humph. A lot
of people think no way,
it must have been Garth
Brooks or Wynonna Judd.
But I'm like, it's Shania,
all the way. We also share
the same zodiac sign. Oh
excuse me.
Hey!
- You are going to thank me.
- Okay.
- You got
some money on you?
- Yeah,
in my left pocket.
- Yeah... I'm a little
behind on rent. (whispers)
- Okay. Are you
sure you don't need help
with anything?
- Yeah, no, I'm good.
- These, these are
pink flamingos from Miami. I
guarantee you're gonna be
dancing 'till the sun comes up.
- Oh wow.
- What's that now?
- Well, look at you.
- Coffee. Black.
No sugar. Oh-- I got
something for
Jennifer too.
- No.
- Figures. Hey, Cas,
promise me one thing. No
"goodbye sweet world".
It's so overused. And I'd
hate for you to go
out on a clich.
- I thought you were
writing next year's masterpiece.
- I am! Don't worry,
I've been writing it. I--
I just-- I wrote this bit
last night. Wanna hear it?
Okay. Cool. (clears
throat) "From within the
catacombs of her heart was
this secret flame of fury
that could not be
concealed. Like the baby
orca, when it first--"
- Wait a minute. Wait
a minute. Wait a minute.
Start again.
- Okay. 'Kay. "From
within the catacombs of
her heart was a secret
flame of fury that could
not be concealed.
Like the baby orca--"
- No no. Can I
ask you a question?
- Yeah.
- What are you
writing about?
- Oh. Uh, okay, well
if you'll let me read.
- Well I, I've let you
read. Twice. And I still
don't have any idea what
your point is or, or if
there's a throughline
or anything.
- Who made you the
expert on this? I'm the
writer, you're a doctor.
Uhn. You don't tell me how
to write, I don't tell
you how to doctor.
- Can I tell you
how to get in the car?
- Drink your coffee.
It'll make you feel better.
- I want you to know
that, that feeling you get
when you have a cup of
coffee and it's not good,
you know. It's lacking.
- Yeah. Yeah.
- This is... This is
the exact opposite of that.
- Good thing I
only gave you one.
- What?
- Nothing.
- Boy. Are you hot? I
mean are you feeling hot?
I feel hot. I feel like
I'm burning up. (laughing)
I feel like I'm getting
incinerated. It's really hot.
- Should I uh, should
I take the top down, or?
- Oh yeah! Oh yes!
What a good idea!
- Yeah?
- Really!
- Yeah?
- You know, that's why
I like you. That's exactly
why I like you because
you have some really good
ideas. Really
fresh, you know?
- Yeah?
- Fresh ideas. That's
a fresh idea. Fresh.
- You want
me to drive too?
So how you
feeling Dr. Pepper?
- This wind is
so fresh on my face.
- I decided that
going out west with you is
destiny. I was meant to do
that. I mean what are the
chances I would meet you
at the exact same time
that Cresthill Books
finally went through. It's
a sign, right? I see
some good things ahead.
- You wanna
know something?
- What?
- You are
absolutely right!
- No.
- Mmhmm.
- Really?
- I feel great!
- Good! You should
let is out, Cas. C'mon.
- Aaaaoooo!! Hahahahaa!
- Really? That's it?
- What?
- What? That's
all you got? Come on!
Diaphragm. (screams)
(both screaming
and laughing)
That feel good?
- Hmmm. Pft. I'm
a little dehydrated.
(music)
I need
something to drink.
- Yeah?
- You want anything?
- I'm good.
- Ohhh. "Are you
married?" "No." "Ooo!"
(Cell phone dialing and ringing)
- Hey, this is Denise! I'm not
in. You know what to do.
- Hey Denise,
my name is Dylan,
I'm a friend of a friend
of yours, uh, Cas Pepper.
I guess he could
have been your boyfriend
or like cousin, maybe. Uh,
it might be really good
for you to get in touch
with him or I can try you
again. He just seems like
he could kind of use a
friend right now, maybe.
(music)
Miles and miles and miles
Before we reach the sand
Cacti and cacti for miles
Miles of dry land, dry land
We gonna make it...
- Dylan! Dylan,
we overslept.
(Dylan groans)
We overslept. Get up.
- What? You're old.
Don't you people wake up
at like 5am.
- What do you
mean 'you people'?
Once we feel the sea breeze
My-my-my-my-my lover,
my maker
My breaker
Take me by the hand
We could go walking
for miles
Once we reach the sand,
the sand
We gonna make it,
ohh we gonna make it
We gonna take it
Ohh we gonna take it easy
- Okay, wish me luck.
- Good luck.
(clears throat)
- Can I help you?
- Yes. Dylan Morgan.
I have a 4:30 with Susan
Crosby to talk
about my manuscript.
- Hmmm. You said 4:30
- Yup.
- That's weird. 'Kay.
Susan, I have a
Dylan Morgan here. Un hun.
Title.
- Um, Action Romanture.
- Action
Romanture. (giggles)
Okay, thank you Susan. Mn.
There seems to have
been a mix-up. Cresthill
Books passed on
your manuscript.
- I-- I called though.
I have a meeting.
- She had a 4:30 with
Dillon Shaughnessy.
- No, Um--
- Well Dylan, Dillon. It's
an understandable mix-up.
- I don't find it
that understandable. I
came all the way
from Winnipeg!
- Oh... Pft. Sorry.
- If I could just
speak with Mrs. Crosby for
five minutes.
- I'm afraid that's impossible.
- If I could talk to
her about my work, I mean,
it's deep. You know,
maybe Susan doesn't have
enough-- (taps on
her head) Y'know...
- No. No,
I'm afraid I don't know.
Cresthill Books.
Okay. Buh-bye. Yeah.
Yeah sure. Sure, sure, sure.
I'll put you right through.
Cresthill Books. Peter! Susan
has been trying to get ahold
of you for ages. We loved
it! Oh yeah, yeah. I'll
put you through.
- What happened?
- Wouldn't even see me.
Cas? Hey! What
are you doing? Cas!
- Excuse me.
We're here to
see Ms. Susan Crosby.
- Uh, if this is about her
manuscript, Cresthill
Books passed.
- I hear you, and we'd
just like to see Ms.
Crosby for five minutes.
I think that's fair.
- Susan doesn't see anyone
without an appointment.
I think that's fair.
You were saying you
stayed the night so...
- You do know that
you're being unreasonable.
- Okay. It's not gonna
happen, all right? But
thank you. Please submit
again. (ON PHONE) Sorry.
No it's fine I'm just at work.
- My name is Dr. Cas
Pepper. This woman is my
patient, she has high
blood pressure. If she
strokes and dies I will
see to it that you
personally are charged
with at least manslaughter
and perhaps murder.
- Your syntax is
ordinary at best. There
are factual
inconsistencies
everywhere. There's no
throughline. No point of
view. And it's completely
unfocused, impersonal, and
inauthentic. You have no
connection to the material
and it reads that way.
- Oh.
- I will take
the phone back now.
- Oh, Dylan. It was
your first book. And it
was your first
publishing company.
- Yeah, but she said
everything you said so--
Who am I kidding?
- If you wrote 15
minutes a day-- Every single--
- I don't have time
for that. I don't have
time for that.
- You do have
time for that.
- No! I don't! That's
the point! I should be
better. At this point
in my life I should be
somebody better than this.
I'm pregnant.
- I know!
- What?
- What do you think?
I'm such a terrible doctor
I can't diagnose morning
sickness and a huge
appetite. Geez.
- My god. You must
think I'm such an idiot. I
just don't wanna get
stuck. I don't wanna be
stuck with Bobby. I don't
wanna end up like my
parents. They're not...
They're not actually
circus performers, you
know. They're just losers.
- Dylan, this is only
one setback.
You're a writer.
- No, I'm not.
I'm just an ordinary,
talentless wannabe.
- Look. You are not
supposed to be a great
writer at this time in
your life. You don't have
the life experience to
support it. You are in
your apprenticeship. This
is when you're allowed to
make mistakes and embrace
them. Learn from them. And
you're definitely,
definitely not ordinary.
(laughs) Give me a break.
You're not ordinary,
that's for sure. You're
a total lunatic, okay?
You're perfectly crazy.
You have no filter. And
you drugged my drink.
Everything about you,
everything,
is extraordinary.
Here's to ... perseverance
and getting where we wanna go.
- And to ripping
phones out of walls.
Mmm! I almost
forgot. I got you something.
- Did you steal it?
- Yes. But to be
perfectly honest, I
haven't paid for music
since the late 90's.
It's just a
little something...
I, I still don't get it,
but whatever floats your
proverbial boat, right?
- Thanks.
- Yeah. Mm! Hey, get
this. I've been doing some
solo work on... The note.
Um, if I were you, I'd
wanna go out on a little
drama. Y'know, take the
opportunity to expose
anybody who's really
pissed you off. The
context alone will make
them feel bad. So, I
fictionalized it for now,
just to give you the idea.
"It all started with my
kindergarten teachers,
Miss Grey..." We can
change the name. Uh, "I
firmly believe that her
inability to grasp the
full meaning of what I'd
done over my summer
vacation was directly
linked to my lifelong fear
of intimacy..." I'm just
guessing, but I'm probably
right. You okay, Cas?
- Mmhmm.
- Okay. Um,
so... Cas? Cas?
Cas?
Somebody call
an ambulance! Please! Please!
- It's reached a
dangerously advanced
stage. He's been taking
Oxycodone to numb the pain
but he should really be
getting treatment, in a
hospital. There's
chemotherapy for this,
radiation, radiosurgery,
uh, antiangiogenic therapy...
- Okay. Thanks.
(Cas clears throat)
How's work coming on the note? I
think we're gonna need it
to... Soonish. (chuckles)
- I think we're
kidding ourselves here.
- Dylan, you
know that there's nothing
in this room
that'll help me.
- Well, I mean,
what are we doing? We're
heading west on some
insane mission.
- I know, it's a losing
battle. But I'd rather fight
a losing battle there, than
a losing battle here.
- You're
not even trying.
- Listen to me--
- No. No. You listen
to me, okay? Yeah, at
first I thought this would
be really fun, but I think
you're delusional and
maybe I am too. You know,
I just know
that it just got
really fucking real and I
don't know you that well.
I don't know you well
enough to deal with this,
that's for sure.
And, I mean--
- What are you doing?
- I'm calling Denise.
Yeah, I went through your
phone, but you went
through mine. So we're
even. She made your fave
four? I can only assume
that she should be here
instead of me. Seriously,
who has only four contacts?
You're like a sociopath!
- Hey, this is Denise! I'm not
in. You know what to do.
- Fuck.
- Voicemail? Mmmn.
Yeah, it's been very
difficult getting ahold of
her... Since she's been
dead for 10 years.
- You think
this is funny?
- No. Which is why I
didn't drive all this way
to end up here.
What are you doing?
- You had a seizure
in the middle of a
restaurant and I'm
not always great at
interpreting signs, but
that's a pretty clear one.
- Mmm, that
wasn't a sign.
- You have to be
here. Okay? And until you
accept that, I'm taking
your keys, and your
wallet, and good luck--
- Dylan. Dylan! There
are no such things as
signs. They are bullshit.
Listen to me. I didn't
become a doctor because of
my last name. And you and
I didn't meet because it
was some divinely inspired
act. I had a plan.
I had a perfectly
worked out plan
and you fucked it up. You
did. You did. You fucked
up my plan. And against
all odds in the face of
that we became friends.
And that's real. And so
I'm asking you as a friend,
please help me get out of here.
- So have you really
been paying Denise's phone
bill for the
past ten years?
(music)
And with a faint taste
of cigarettes
You write hallelujah songs
Ain't it wonderful
feeling alright
So I tickle up your backbone
And at the break of day
you sank into dream
You dreamer
And at the break of day
you sank into dream
You dreamer
You dreamer
You dreamer
You dreamer
Oh! Sorry! Sorry, Cas.
Go back to sleep.
You dreamer
You dreamer
You dreamer
You dreamer
On a date
by a chocolate lake
Down by the rotary...
Not too shabby.
- Hmph.
And at the break of day
you sank into dream
You dreamer
And at the break of day
you sank into dream
You dreamer
You dreamer
You dreamer
You dreamer
You dreamer
You dreamer
- I think that's
pretty good for my first
grave. I might have a
future in this business.
Do you want
me to say something?
- Yeah! Yeah.
- Okay.
Beloved Winston,
I never knew you in your
living state, but I've
really come to enjoy your
company post-mortem. Uh, I
truly believe that if you
make a difference in just
one person's life, then
your life had meaning.
Hope you know you'll be
sorely missed. I just
wished I'd met you sooner.
Do you... Do you
wanna say something?
- Yeah.
(clears throat, laughs)
Winston, buddy, I
know you hated Winnipeg.
And I think you really
liked it here so...
Bringing you here
hopefully... counts.
- Y'know what, Cas?
When I was a kid we had a
dog and when it died we
chopped it up and flushed
it down the toilet.
- That's a lie.
- Yes, that's a lie.
The dog was a fish, but the
point is, I think you went above
and beyond, if you ask me.
- You have a
way with words.
- I totally agree.
- This has all
been too easy.
- Do you want
something? Like, should I
get you something? Um...
Do you want a water, or--?
Or um... Yeah, yeah, yeah
you should probably rest.
Do you-- Are you cold? Do
you want maybe a blanket?
I'll give you a blanket.
All right. Yeah? Good. Is
that good? Under your
foot, there.
Okay. Um...
Music? Music.
Yes, yes, yes.
Put on something
good. A little tuneage. Okay.
(music)
That's good.
Y'know. You give it a
shot, it's got certain
um... I don't know. Je ne
sais quoi. Y'know?
Somebody loves you darling
Somebody loves you,
I know...
- All this time,
something has been nagging
at me.
It's been too easy.
Until now.
- You're making this
entirely too difficult for
me. And I want to thank
you.
I really wanna thank
you for that.
Somebody loves you darling
Somebody loves you,
I know
Somebody loves you
darling...
I think I need something.
- Okay. Yeah,
what do you want?
- I think I need
a cup of coffee.
- All right. Sure.
Okay. Do you
have some coffee here?
- No, but, um, there's
a, there's a place in
town. It's really not far.
- Okay.
Okay, um, black, no sugar?
- No. And make it a
latte.
Yeah. Lots of froth.
- You think you
can handle that, Cas?
(Dylan clears throat)
- Dylan?
- Yeah?
Somebody loves you,
I know
Somebody loves you darling
Why did you let them go
Why did you let them go
'Kay.
Coming right up.
When I go from this life
Let me go in peace
Don't want your marble
At my head and feet
Don't gather round me
Oh just to weep and moan
Where that I'm going
I won't be alone
The flowers you give
Please give them today
Don't waste their beauty
On cold lifeless clay
One rose with love
Could do so much good
And I think
all would give it
If they just understood
Now God gives life freely
Then he takes away
What we do for each other
Let us do it today
For we have no promise
That tomorrow will come
So let it go freely
To God's evermore
Cas?
It turns out... Cas was
right. These are my
apprenticeship years. So
I've started apprenticing.
I sometimes think back on
my time with Cas and wonder
if it really happened. I-- I
don't know what I did to deserve
the honor of spending his last
days with him. It wasn't just...
a stroke of unprecedented luck
that put us together.
It was in the stars.
Hey.
In the end, Cas
was a philanthropist.
My philanthropist.
Oopsies.
And he
left us everything. You
know, I think our
brainstorming really paid
off. Since he did finish
that note in the end. And
he was right, it
was a legacy note.
(music)
Are you close to mine
Or could you blow my mind
'Cause the heat is up
Already passed over time
Well I'm here to say
I got a better way
Nothing brings me down
With how I feel today
Feelin' Good
oh like you know I should
Got the pressure beat
just like you know I would
Feelin' good
oh like you know I should
Got the pressure beat
Yeah
Back and forth again
With my rememberin'
Tell me who, or what,
why, or where and when
Comin' back this time
I gotta know the rhyme
And I feel the clear
Never gon' take what's mine
Feelin' Good
oh like you know I should
Got the pressure beat
just like you know I would
Feelin' good
oh like you know I should
Got the pressure beat
Yeah
Back and forth again
With my rememberin'
Well I guess losers go
Money will make amends
Well I'm here to say
I got a better way
Nothing brings me down
With how I feel today
Feelin' good
oh like you know I should
Got the pressure beat
just like you know I would
Feelin' good
oh like you know I should
Got the pressure beat
Yeah