Catch and Release Page #2

Movies, they're worse than commercials.

Just sell, sell, sell.

But let's kid ourselves and call it art.

At least in ads it's sell, sell, sell,

but we all know we're going to hell.

So here's a fat ass check

to smooth out the ride.

I never understood

why he was friends with you.

You don't even seem like you miss him.

Hi, I'm the administrator of the estate

of a client of yours who passed away.

I need copies of his statement accounts

for the last three... Yes, I'll hold.

- Gray. Gray.

- Yeah?

I just wanted to tell you how sorry I am.

Thank you.

You know, a similar thing happened

to a friend of my cousin's.

Young guy, skiing.

Some kid on a snowboard comes up,

totally out of control...

Bam.

Snowboard severed his jugular.

Blood all over the slope.

And then, you know, people started

to ski over it, so it spread down the hill.

Anyway.

So, a peace garden for Grady.

Yeah, you know. At the fly shop.

In that space behind the truck?

So it's kind of, then, more like

a peace parking spot than anything else.

Shut up, dude.

He'd be all over it.

- I don't think so, cookie.

- Well, I do.

And I knew him better than you did, so...

What?

Are you serious?

Oh, my God, Dennis, like, I may not have

been the dude's business partner, okay,

- but, like, me and Grady were tight, sir.

- Okay, okay.

Very tight.

In fact, I just happen to know he told me

stuff that he would never tell you.

Stuff I bet you never thought

would leave the walls

of your super-secret fly-fishing shop.

Like what?

- What stuff?

- Just stuff stuff, Dennis!

Just work stuff. Stuff about work.

All right. You're drinking too much.

Give me that.

Are you...

That's your big move.

"You're drinking too much.

Going to take your pole."

You know what?

I guess the best offense is a good defense.

Did you even go into work today, assface,

or did you just hang around

and get loaded?

Not that it's any of your business,

but I took a mental health day,

if you must know.

I'm depressed, all right?

My best friend just died.

Oh, I'm sorry, he wasn't my best friend.

He was your best friend.

Hey. Are these things hard to use?

No.

- Jackass!

- Sorry.

I think the hill was a good idea.

I think the hill was an excellent idea.

Come on, Dennis!

What?

If you don't hurry up, I'm going to

burn this stuff on principle alone.

I'm not listening to you

until you're fully dressed.

Gray lady down,

just in time for the barbecue.

You're not going to believe this.

- He transferred $3,000 out.

- Yup.

- Every month?

- Yup.

And you don't know

whose account it went to?

Nope. Do you?

Me? No idea.

- Sammy, do you know?

- First I heard of it.

You know, not for nothing,

but we could totally use a blender.

Supper, supper, supper, supper.

Supper, supper, supper, supper.

- Supper, and nothing for Fritzie-time!

- God.

- Check it out.

- Oh, Sammy.

- You didn't need to do this.

- You're right. I didn't, but,

"What comes from the heart

goes to the heart."

Samuel Taylor Coleridge.

Tummy Mint?

No, that would be the Celestial Seasonings'

Echinacea Complete Care.

Excellent guess.

Let me ask you a question. It ain't going to

freak you out, staying in here?

In what way?

You know, in the way that he's not...

You know...

I'm pretty clear on that fact, Sam.

Get your feed on.

- Enjoy.

- Thank you.

Dennis!

Oh, God.

Either answer it or turn it off.

That's not mine.

Whose is it?

Maybe it is. Let me see.

Ten missed calls.

- I can figure that out.

- Ten's a lot.

Here. Let me...

Messages. Select. Listen to messages.

If you don't know whose it is,

you probably shouldn't listen to those.

I know whose it is.

Okay.

Hey, Grady. It's me.

So, it's the fourth and I kind of have

my landlord breathing down my back here.

So, not to be Miss Tragedy about it,

but I could be in some real trouble

if I don't get this money.

Okay, this isn't funny, Grady!

I didn't even want your help.

You were the one who wanted to be

Mr. Take Care Of Everything Man.

Well, F you, sugar daddy. F you!

You know what I need,

so go ahead, give it to me.

You're funny.

Okay, wait a minute.

I'm going to ask you a question.

What do you

think when you hear someone say,

"Go ahead, give it to me"?

I've got this.

Hi.

- I'm taking you home.

- No, you're not.

I am a grown-ass woman.

I don't need you to Hollywood me home.

What are you doing?

I'm just trying to figure out

what's more tragic,

if this is your laundry or hers.

I had nothing to do with it.

So, what are we painting today?

Where's the 323 area code for?

He's on my bed.

You know her, don't you?

323, that's L.A. You know her.

Right?

How long has she been in his life?

Just tell me that.

- She's not.

- Forget it. You suck.

She's not in his life. She's just...

The mother of his kid.

Do you need anything?

What I need is a little more information

about how my fianc

could have a child

that I know nothing about.

Okay. It was...

It was a one-time thing.

He was in town.

We went to a Halloween party.

He hooked up with this woman.

When? How long ago?

Before you.

- How old is the kid?

- I don't know. Seven? Eight?

- Is it a boy or a girl?

- Boy.

God!

- Want to sit down?

- No.

What is she like?

I don't know.

- Is she pretty?

- I don't know.

- Answer me.

- She's attractive,

in a messed-up, makeup-y kind of way.

She doesn't swear. What is that?

What kind of...

What kind of grown woman

goes around saying "F you"?

The kind with a kid.

Great.

This is why you're still here, isn't it?

To clean up after him.

You have blue paint in your hair.

It's not blue. It's Marrakech Mystery.

- Why is she calling?

- She wants her money.

What do you mean?

He sent her money.

She hasn't gotten any lately,

what with him being dead and all.

She's effing p.o.'ed.

I'll take care of it.

I'll send her some money myself.

I think she counts on it.

For rent and stuff.

I counted on him, too. Look where it got me.

Incidentally, I do.

Miss him.

Yeah. Los Angeles?

Okay, I need the number

and the street address

for Maureen Monette.

Thank you.

Hey. You probably don't remember me.

My name's Fritz.

I'm a friend of Grady Douglas'.

I have some news.

Paul Hexter, please. Fritz Messing calling.

Thank you.

- Excuse me.

- Hey! Yeah, sorry I didn't call you back.

I need you to send $20,000

to a massage therapist in Encino.

Hello.

Hi.

It's so good to see you.

Nice to see you, too.

Thanks for calling.

Before we eat,

I brought you a little something.

Go on, open it.

Gosh, Ellen.

It was my great aunt's

and the setting is very rare.

And I want you to have it.

It's so special. It's so beautiful.

I just wanted you to have something

to remember us by.

And that ring, well...

The stone has been in our family

for six generations.

And I know, now that you won't be

in the family...

I know

you wouldn't be comfortable keeping it.

Are you asking

for my engagement ring back?

Grady gave me this ring.

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