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That's... for a domestic flight?

Yes, $1,642.

Would you like to go ahead

and purchase the tickets?

I...

I'm gonna go for it.

Go for it. I can put it on my Amex.

Actually... Sorry, no.

Put it on my MasterCard.

Thanks.

Gonna put it on the Amex. Just...

Okay.

Sorry.

Great. Let me just run that.

Yeah, it's a... once-in-a-lifetime thing.

Mm-hmm. Mr. Sloan, actually...

Yeah?

...unfortunately, we can't upgrade you.

I'm sorry.

What? Why not?

Seems as though you bought those tickets

on a discounted website,

and with that type of ticket,

we can't do the upgrade.

Okay.

But... not even if I pay you $1,600?

There's actually no amount of money

you can pay to get an upgrade.

I'm so sorry.

Anything else?

Um... no.

It's not a big deal, anyway.

Okay.

And what if I'm a Silver Flyer member?

I'm sorry.

Next?

Okay.

Right on the beach.

Really?

- Champagne?

- That sounds like...

- Oh!

- There you are.

Thanks.

Thank you.

Yes. Enjoy your flight.

Sorry I couldn't get us the upgrade.

It's not a big deal.

Silver Flyer card.

Means nothing.

Gets you nothing at all.

Well, then get rid of it.

Yeah, I'm gonna. I'm tossing it.

Should I? I should, right?

Mm-hmm.

Stupid...

I'll keep it for now.

I couldn't help but wonder:

When was the last time

Craig Fisher flew economy?

Probably not in decades.

Mr. Fisher?

Can I offer you a warm towel?

A warm towel.

Yes, thank you.

What are you two doing?

And now Jason Hatfield

has his own private plane.

Never has to fly commercial at all.

Nick Pascale probably flies private, too.

Thank you so much.

Must be nice to always have

the seas part for you.

Nothing's out of reach.

Can I have this one?

- Okay.

- Yeah? Oh.

Everything an option.

Must be like a drug.

Always feeling important and special.

Better than.

And all the adventures.

The exotic destinations.

Au revoir!

For them,

the world isn't a battlefield.

It's a playground.

A dream.

It's heaven, manifested.

Dad, can I get some Pringles?

They're seven dollars.

- Yeah.

- I need your credit card.

There are 45 minutes left on the flight.

Keep your seat belt fastened.

Enjoy the rest of the flight.

Eventually,

my mind drifted back to college.

Back then, I was in love with the world

and the world was in love with me.

When did we fall out of love

with each other?

Where did it all go wrong?

My thoughts turned to Melanie.

It's unbelievable.

It's f***ed up.

They've got kids...

little elementary school kids...

doing these mass-shooting drills

in their schools,

because everybody has to have a gun,

because that's the answer...

I love Melanie's idealism,

but maybe that idealism

prevented me from ever selling out.

Jason Hatfield married a woman

who had money of her own.

She introduced him to rich clients,

gave him entre and status.

Diane Fisher's famous in her own right.

She and Craig competed with each other,

pushing each other to succeed.

Here.

Oh.

But Melanie...

she's so easily satisfied.

It's good.

Seriously?

Yeah!

Honestly?

Yeah, I always love your sauces.

Maybe her contentment

undermined my ambition.

Okay.

Hey. Hi, honey.

Hey, you in Boston?

Yep. We made it.

Yeah, we're on our way to the hotel.

Oh, good. How's Troy doing?

He's good.

Good.

Yeah. He's, uh, drinking in Boston.

I know exactly what the...

I can't blame Melanie

for my decisions,

or anyone else.

It's my fault.

Dad.

You want to get some food? All I've eaten

today is the can of Pringles.

Yeah. Let's do it. I'm hungry, too.

Yeah. Let's get some food.

And then, uh, Thursday, rent a car

and drive to Amherst and then Williams.

You know,

these are competitive schools, Troy.

Just... just try not to put

too much pressure on yourself.

You know what I mean?

Don't get caught up

in the game, all the brands.

You know, "Williams,"

"Harvard," all of it.

Just... It all works out.

In the end, you end up at the right place.

Mm, yeah, I'm not really worried.

Okay.

You know, when I was your age,

I was so freaked out about college.

I wanted to go to Yale.

Was just obsessed, right?

I mean, why Yale?

I didn't know why.

And then, uh, I got waitlisted,

and then I didn't get in.

Right?

Guess what?

It all worked out.

I loved Tufts.

Tufts was a fantastic school.

I made great friends.

I met that professor, Bob Connor,

took me under his wing and just,

you know, kind of blew my mind

and changed my life.

Made me want to save the world.

So...

Anyway, my point is, f*** Yale, okay?

And you don't get into Tufts, f*** Tufts.

My, uh, counselor thinks

that I'll get into Yale.

She does?

He does, yeah.

He does. Why does he think that?

Uh, I mean, I guess my grades

and scores and my compositions,

'cause I guess a lot of these schools

are looking to fill orchestral spots.

And, uh, he's pretty confident

I'll get into pretty much

everywhere I apply.

You look stunned.

He thinks you're gonna get into Yale?

Yes.

Really? That's amazing.

I mean, I knew you had

good grades and I...

you know, I always thought

you were a genius,

but I just...

That's so awesome, Troy.

But we're not, um, visiting Yale.

Uh, yeah, I don't really

want to go to Yale.

Why not?

Um... well, I'm hoping

that I get into Harvard,

'cause there's this, uh,

there's this music professor there,

this guy, Jerome Backaly,

and he's doing, like,

a lot of really cool stuff and...

Yeah, it's just a really cool program.

My, uh, friend from school,

she says that there's

a concert Wednesday night

that she's playing,

and he might be there, so...

S...

You're going to Harvard.

Well, maybe. You know, I don't know.

Does your mother know about this?

Well, she knows I want to.

I...

I can't believe...

I didn't know about this.

What do you mean?

You knew that we were coming here.

I knew we were checking out the school,

but I didn't know you were

actually gonna get in.

Well, I might not get in.

But it seems like you might.

Well, yeah, I might.

My kid's going to Harvard.

Don't f***ing jinx me, dude.

You all right?

Yeah.

Life's crazy, huh?

I mean...

how cool.

I'm proud of you.

Sometimes in life,

you can lose the plot.

You want to play something, buddy?

I suddenly remembered what I'd been doing

for the last 17 years.

Planting and nurturing

for this amazing creature.

How could I have regrets?

If I had stayed in New York

and married a striver like Diane Fisher...

No, that is bullshit...

...Troy could've turned out

entitled and pretentious.

- Dad, don't be so cisgender.

- Come on.

- Yeah, Dad, don't be so cis.

- You've got to look at what...

If I'd pursued money and power,

he might've become

a spoiled little monster.

Save one for me!

Yeah!

Toblerone?

Oh. Thanks.

Thank God for Sacramento.

What?

Oh! Checking your phone?

Are you ticklish? Tickle Man?

- Do you remember Tickle Man?

- No.

- You used to love this. Tickle, tickle.

- No.

- Come on.

- Please stop.

Oh, yeah, I got...

Oh!

Whoa! Oh, my God!

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