After the Reality Page #3
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- 2016
- 85 min
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- All right. Well, it's good to see ya!
I didn't get a chance to see much of
your show, but I caught a few episodes,
and uh from what I saw, you came across as,
you know, someone with verisimilitude.
Thanks! That was my intention.
Well you know, sometimes
intention is all we have.
For instance these guys. Last year
their record was one and nine.
- They played their hearts out every game.
- - Wow, who was their coach?
- Good one. - My brother's kind of a jackass.
- No, it's good.
I gotta get back to the dock. Make
sure it doesn't fall into the lake.
Oh Kate, I uh, I have to head
into town.
I have to deal with some post
show stuff.
You just got here.
I know. I just gotta send some
stuff, so.
Well, I have a ton of stuff for
you to go through.
Okay, well looks like you got a
pretty deep bench.
I'll be back around eight or
nine. We'll throw out some sh*t.
Sh*t?
- What else do you want to call it?
- Uhh.
Hit me on my cell if
you need anything.
Great.
Found your captain's log.
Thanks. I guess.
Scottie, what happened
on that show?
What are you talking about?
What, is this about me leaving?
You know what, forget it!
You know, I'm sick and tired of this
passive aggressive sh*t you're pulling.
- I made a choice to live my life!
- I never had a choice!
Oh, oh, so you're playing the
martyr now?
Oh, martyr? Is that what you call someone who
cared 'round the clock for our dying father?
- Oh don't even start.
- I put my life on hold. My career. Okay?
He's dead; And now I gotta deal
with your sh*t,
and Fitz's sh*t, and my own
dumb, f***ed up sh*t.
- Just, just listen.
- Yeah, listening. Listening is a great place to start.
We're gonna go through all this
stuff, and not lose anything to sh*t.
It is sh*t! There's nothing here
that's gonna change who dad was,
or who you think he was!
End of story!
Get the f*** out.
Okay! Whoa! Scott! Scott!
You may want to hang around because
Come on.
Good job guys.
- Huh? Oh my god.
- The kids found it buried in the sand.
Oh. It's dad's scarf! It's his
scarf from that Christmas.
Look, there's his initials.
Don't you remember?
What are you getting at?
It's weird. Dad was digging
down here these final months.
I thought it was just the
chemo brain,
- and the drinking.
- Kate, it's crap that floated to shore.
I don't know. It looks like a
sign to me.
It's a
scarf! From sears!
Scottie, it's dad's scarf! He
put it down here.
Oh, unbelievable! I-i mean,
are you and Indiana Fitz gonna
unearth this whole place now,
ing for more treasures from dad?
Maybe we are, what do you care?
Don't you have to go into town?
Scott, we don't know what we
don't know.
And you don't know what the
hell you're talking about.
I-I'm not gonna be a part of this junior
archeological dig. No offense guys.
Good job guys. Keep it up.
Let's get to China.
It was like the whole energy of the place
just changed after Scottie's news.
I mean, for Kelly's sake we just acted
like business as usual, you know?
She didn't know yet.
So Jerry comes out of the bathroom, and we
go, "Jerry you got on womens underpants!"
- And he says, "well everybody
got they breaking points!"
Kelly looks stunning.
Some sweet eye candy to give this place
a badly needed sugar high, right?
Hilarious. You are too funny.
It was like that commercial!
- Hi. You look beautiful.
- Thank you
so, what's up? I was told you
wanted to talk to me.
Yeah. Um, uh, my dad. He's
been, he's been sick for,
for some time now. And, uh I-i
just found out he passed away.
I'm so sorry.
It's, um, it's fine. I just,
I just gotta go home.
I gotta deal with the funeral
and all that stuff, so.
That's very brave of you.
Guys, shut off the cameras.
Shut off the cameras, dammit!
This man has just lost his father!
Turn them off! All of them!
Cut your mic.
You know, I've seen some
sad stuff in my life.
But this was like, man. Whoa.
I was like Titanic sad.
We were all just glued,
watching this scene play out.
position himself? No doubt.
Grief is a powerful thing.
Scottie! Wait a second.
Uh, I just wanted to
say goodbye to you.
Let yourself grieve about your
old man.
I'm sure if he was anything like
you, he must have been a solid man.
Thanks, man.
And, don't kick yourself about
not being there.
Some things we can't control.
Not like you were running away
from anything, right?
Right.
You take care. See you on the
trail.
There's nothing left to say.
I'm going home.
Stay tuned for more of your
favorite young buck episodes!
And don't forget, the shocking season finale
this Monday 10/9 central. Mount up, America!
man to drink.
I like to keep it simple.
Nice.
I don't wanna make a fuss,
but please know
I truly do send my condolences
to you and your family.
Well, you are the Olson boy, the one on
the TV on the looney toon program, yes?
Yeah.
You know, I knew your dad in
the early '70s.
We met at an underwriter's
convention.
Oh, pardon me! Elmer Severson,
state farm agent 43 years.
Scottie. Nice to meet you.
Your dad was quite the catch at
the '71 convention.
You see, my daughter was helpin'
out on the convention floor,
and boy did he use a
line on her.
My dad? He, he tried to pick up
your daughter?
He walks up and he says,
"miss, I fear you've just
accelerated my death benefit."
Yeah. Death benefit's
a life insurance term.
Ahh.
Guess you have to be in the industry.
- Ah, guess so.
I didn't know my dad was such a
Casanova.
Well, I suppose there's a lot
we never know.
So, your dad came to me three
sheets to the wind, all in tears.
Hey, that must have been
the '72 convention.
See, he was in love with my
daughter and,
well, she had three other convention
guys competing for her heart.
Oh, and he's begging me to do something.
He's hollering and carrying on and,
well, she ended up in the arms
of some fella from Iowa.
Iowa.
I didn't realize Randy retired
up here until I read the obit.
Would've looked him up.
You know, there's a loss of all that was and
then there's a loss of all that wasn't.
It's the wasn't that seems to
Leaves them
kinda rudderless for awhile.
Hey, looks like all the other kids got
picked up. Is your mom not here yet?
No, my mom's always late.
- Well, um, hop in. I'll wait with you.
- Thanks.
- Well, um, hop in. I'll wait with you.
- Thanks.
I don't know what stations you guys like to
listen to around here, so whatever you want.
My mom's onto Christian rock right now.
It's the worst, but I don't say nothin'.
Oh uh, I don't, I don't listen
to that.
So, do you and the team like to do this
kind of work? I imagine it's kinda strange.
I guess. Beats washing cars,
and we really want our entire team to go to this
basketball camp put on by the Timberwolves.
You know, in the NBA?
Other teams in our division go,
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