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are so expensive.

You're paying

for the atmosphere.

It just occurred to me.

Davis, listen,

there's some other business

that needs looking after.

It's the insurance policy.

I'd like to take her money

and start a foundation

in Julia's name.

Foundation...

A merit-based scholarship

awarded annually

to one student

who's most deserving.

How much are we talking about?

About 2.6.

Steven's gonna get

the ball rolling.

This'll be her legacy.

Legacy...

Dear champion vending company.

This is Davis Mitchell. Again.

There have been some

recent developments

in my claim for reimbursement,

and I'd like to represent myself

as accurately as possible.

Dinner's ready, son.

First,

there was a strange package

blocking my garage.

Mom?

I think it's

a cappuccino machine.

I didn't order

a cappuccino machine.

It was in Julia's name.

Then, my dad was

fertilizing the lawn

at 7:
00 in the morning.

Dad! What are you doing?

It's the season, Davis.

You should do this.

You need to.

Get the soil ready.

I have someone for that.

Do they know about gypsy moths?

What?

Gypsy moths.

They'll destroy your trees.

It starts as a caterpillar.

They eat the leaves, lay eggs...

And they're coming here,

to this neighborhood?

Well, they don't know for sure,

but you should tell

your guy to spray.

And of course,

the train incident...

I feel like I should

tell you something.

Um, I'm in finance.

I don't know why I told you

that I worked in

the mattress business.

I guess I didn't

expect to see you

every day for five years.

You think I'm a dick.

I don't work for

the Yankees anymore.

Got fired over a drainage issue

in the visitors' bullpen.

I work security now

at parade of shoes in midtown.

F***in' job. Excuse me.

My little prick of a boss.

He's 30 years younger than me.

I just wanna go in there

and smash his little prick face.

Jeez.

I didn't love my wife.

I know, it's sad...

It's sad to say,

but now that she's gone,

I don't even feel sad

or pain or hurt, or...

Well, what do you feel?

I couldn't tell you

why I did it.

So that's when you pulled it.

Maybe because

I was finally being honest.

Yes.

And you knew that would

stop the train, correct?

Well, I wasn't positive,

but I was hoping.

All I can say is,

it felt like

a legitimate emergency.

His wife just died.

Davis, maybe you should

come stay with us for a while.

Take it easy.

We have the extra room.

I could sure use help

putting that gazebo together.

How's that sound?

Remember

to tell your guy to spray.

Hello again,

it's Davis Mitchell.

My parents left

for Tampa this afternoon,

and I stayed at the airport

an extra two hours

watching people

walk back and forth

with their luggage in tow.

I find I'm suddenly

filled with... wait...

Overwhelmed by...

A growing sense of curiosity...

What are in these bags?

I wanna know what these people

can't do without

for four days in buffalo.

I wanna go through

every one of them

and dump their sh*t

in a huge pile.

And the national guard guy?

I wanna hold his gun.

I wanna protect my country.

I'm starting to notice things

I never saw before.

Well...

Maybe I saw them.

I just wasn't paying attention.

For some reason,

everything has become

a metaphor.

Metaphor...

Metaphor...

I am the uprooted tree.

No, wait...

I am the storm

that uprooted the tree.

I am the cold front

that collided with

the low-pressure system.

Too much.

Morning, Amy.

Put a stamp on that?

There's something else,

dearest vending company.

It's been scratching

at the inside of my head.

I couldn't take it

one second longer.

The goddamn refrigerator

was leaking.

Now, I wouldn't say

I'm handy by any means.

Mechanically retarded

would be closer to the truth.

But Phil said it himself,

"if you wanna

fix something..."

You have to take

everything apart...

"...and figure out

what's important."

What'll make you stronger.

Repairing the human heart

is like repairing an automobile.

Just examine everything.

Then you can put it

all back together.

Put it all back together...

Hmm.

Hello?

Hello.

Mr. Davis Mitchell?

Yes?

This is Karen Moreno

from champion vending company.

I'm with customer service.

Yeah?

I'm calling in regards

to your complaint letters,

mister Mitchell.

There's been four so far.

You're with the customer

service department?

Yes, sir. I am the customer

service department.

It's just me.

Do you usually make service

calls at 2:
00 in the morning?

No. Not really. Never.

I... I apologize

for the inconvenience.

I was just venting.

I didn't expect anybody

to read them. Sorry if...

Your letters made me cry,

mister Mitchell.

Do you have anyone to talk to?

I... I'm gonna submit your

claim to management.

In the meantime is

there something else

I can do for you,

mister Mitchell?

Wait, wait. Karen Moreno,

that's your name?

This is weird. I...

I shouldn't have called.

I... I'm going to contact you

at a more reasonable hour.

I'm sorry again,

mister Mitchell.

This is so unprofessional.

Customer service

is a profession?

Some people

wallow through their grief.

My wife, she cooks.

This is delicious, Margot,

what is it?

Did Julia tell you

what we were fighting about?

I bought her these bath towels

and she didn't like 'em,

so she took 'em back

without telling me.

And we hadn't spoken

for three days.

I'm sorry.

Excuse me.

Hi, Karen.

How did you know it was me?

I have you programmed

into my phone.

Oh, I see. I'm not sure

how I feel about that.

There's something else

I wanted to bring

to your attention

regarding your claim.

Okay.

During our previous

conversation,

you implied that my job

wasn't a profession.

Oh, well... I'm sorry,

I didn't mean it as an insult.

I know. But it made me think,

and I concluded that

you might be right.

God bless con ed.

And there was light!

Yeah. I've gotta go.

Thank you for dinner.

Really?

"Moreno" means brown

in Spanish, did you know that?

Yes, I did, of course.

Do you have brown hair?

No, it's blonde.

Are you of Spanish descent?

No. Why do you ask?

I'm just trying

to paint a mental picture.

Excuse me, is Karen Moreno here?

Who?

Blonde hair, Hazel eyes,

but not Hispanic like

her name suggests?

Hi, where are you?

I was there, in the diner.

I sat in a booth

for a few minutes.

I even played a song

on the little baby jukebox,

and then...

I dunno, I got sad, so I left.

Oh.

What song did you play?

Crazy on you, by heart.

That made you sad?

Not so much the song.

How are your pancakes?

Oh, I...

I'm in the parking lot.

What?

You're a smoker.

It's cannabis.

I have a prescription.

Oh.

Okay.

You look younger

than I expected.

Do you think

you could come inside?

Oh, well, it's just that...

I have this nice image of you

sitting there in the window

eating pancakes.

Maybe that's all it's supposed

to be, ya know?

Yeah, but my image of you is

a shadowy figure

smoking pot in a corolla.

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