Fear

[Woman] Nicole,

save some hot water for your dad!

[Panting]

- Mr. Walker.

- Larry.

I've eaten meaner dogs than you

for breakfast, you wimp!

- Did you get the tickets yesterday?

- Huh?

- The Pier? James Taylor?

- Oh, sh*t!

I'll have Eddie

get 'em today.

- What?

- Nothin'.

Dad, you're looking at me like you

didn't know who I was or something.

No, no, no. I was just thinking

that maybe you'd...

like Laura to take you

to buy new clothes.

What she's got on

is brand-new.

- This is new?

- Yeah. Why? What's wrong with it?

It looks like something you wore

when you were 12.

- Yeah, so?

- Look.

All I'm saying

is that it's... it's...

What? I'm not allowed

to have an opinion?

No, Dad, you're allowed to do

whatever you want to do.

I'm the one who has to ask

permission to breathe.

- Can I go to school now, Father?

- [Whistling]

Have a nice day, Nicole.

Does that count

as quality time?

- Good boy, Kaiser.

- Drink all your juice, sweetheart.

- Congratulations. I heard

you won your game last night.

- Spanked 'em.

- I bet that made your dad happy.

- He doesn't really watch the games.

He's too busy trying

to pick up chicks.

I gotta go.

Could you drop me off

at school?

The Mustang's way cooler

than Mom's car.

Please, Dad.

- Okay, hurry up. Get your stuff.

- All right!

He called me "Dad."

- Morning, Eddie.

- Mm-hmm.

The Sweikert project

went to the bad guys last night.

- You're shittin' me.

- Wish I were.

We're on thin ice here, pal.

Vancouver or bust.

Show me the drafts we got.

I'll create the presentation myself.

- That's what I wanted to hear.

- [Nicole] We shouldn't be doing this.

We're just gonna have to turn around and

come back the second we get there.

Yes, but we can say we were there.

Factor in the residual coolness.

Sorry. Mr. Keheela had to stare

at my b*obs for 10 minutes...

before he'd give me

an extension.

We should just get

something to go, guys.

Nicole, chill. What do you want

to remember five years from now?

Being on time for English Lit

or having a life?

Well, let me see.

English Lit, life.

- English Lit.

- Shut up, Gary.

- % % % % [Reggae Pop Playing

On Sound System]

- [People Chattering]

Come along and take a ride

With the one

that's got a life

Just leave

your cares behind

Right now it's party time

Come along and take a ride

With the one

that's got a life

Just leave

your cares behind

- Right now it's party time

- Yo, get up, stand up

Put your hands up

In the air like you just don't care

You can put down your gun

- Ooh la la!

- [Man] Yes?

- [Gary] Smoked turkey

and gouda on a roll.

- To go.

- [Billiard Balls Clattering]

- Ow-oo!

So pretty? Davey,

you see me hole that?

God, stop being so obvious.

What do you wanna eat?

Um, just some

chocolate cake, please.

- To go.

- To go.

Swing and a miss. You're outta

here, buddy. Batter up, Davey.

[Reggae Pop Continues]

Come along

and take a ride

With the one

that's got a life

Just leave

your cares behind

- Right now it's party time

- Ah-ha, whoo!

Winning is

a good thing, man.

This is what

we're gonna do

We'll leave the guns

and the knives at home

We'll only get busy on the microphone

with no static

- [Nicole] "King and Occidental"?

- I'm there.

- Down by the docks?

- Yeah. So?

- Better bring your Uzi.

- [Man] That's $8.75.

- I got it.

- Come with me.

I can't. I've got a family outing.

James Taylor at the Pier.

- Yikes! Isn't he bald?

- [Giggles] Probably.

Gotta go, guys.

Margo, come on.

All right, all right.

It won't stop

It won't ever quit

'Cause wild-ass kids

are for the bids

Sick and tired of

killin' one another

Each man teachin' one

that we'll all be brothers

- God, I'd bet it'd be a rush.

- You wouldn't really do it.

Why not?

Who wouldn't want millions

of guys fantasizing about them?

- It's power.

- It's nuts.

What, it doesn't

feel good to be wanted?

Hey, what about Jason Fuller?

He wants you bad.

He doesn't want me.

He just...

I don't really know

what he wants.

Every time I go out with him, I feel

like I should be paid for baby-sitting.

[Laughs]

Come with me tonight. There's sure

to be something going on down there.

I told you, I gotta

do this family thing.

I'm leaving now. There's food in

the fridge and money on the counter.

If you need to reach me, I'll be at the

St. Francis under Vince's name, okay?

- Okay, Mom.

- Be good. Love you.

- Who's Vince?

- Some old coot in San Francisco...

with a potbelly

and a lotta dough.

- [Giggles]

- He promised her a Mercedes.

Which means I get the Rabbit.

Don't you just love life?

[Margo's Mother] Nicole?

Your father's here to pick you up.

Oh, yeah.

Life's just great.

- Dad?

- Daughter.

Is it absolutely mandatory

that I see James Taylor again?

When did you ever see

a James Taylor concert?

You, me, Mom,

summer of '85.

- Does that ring any bells?

- '85?

- You'd have been...

- Six.

That doesn't count.

I'm surprised you even remember it.

I don't think there's a thing

that's ever happened...

or not happened, for that matter...

that I don't remember.

You're the one

who blocks out the past.

Nicole, I don't

block out anything.

It just takes longer

to sort through 40 years of data...

than it does 16.

Maybe you oughta

consider upgrading to a faster chip.

[Chuckles]

You know, sometimes

you're pretty funny.

- I have my moments.

- It'll be fun tonight.

You, me, Laura. Toby.

Old memories, new adventures...

It'll be like real life.

- [Sighs]

- Okay, my little sugar plum?

Okay, my little nectarine.

- Hey, Laura.

- Hey.

Want me to help

with anything?

Yeah. Uh, there's, uh,

fruit in the refrigerator.

- Why don't you get that out? Thanks.

- Okay.

- Mmm. Mmm!

- Mmm. Mmm.

- Mmm.

- Mmm.

Get outta there!

I gotta change

and jump in the shower.

- Call Eddie first.

He was looking for you.

- Whoops.

Come on. Not even a nice, schmoozy

conference call? Please.

All right.

What choice do I have?

I'll see you at the airport.

[Sighs]

She's got this little chain she hooks

through it and wraps around her waist.

- What would Dad do if I got one?

- You know exactly what he would do.

- Bullet to the brain.

- Toby.

What?

I can't go to the concert.

I gotta go to Vancouver.

- Now?

- I have to meet the client

for dinner in three hours.

Oh, Jesus, Steven.

We've been planning this for weeks.

- The whole thing was your idea.

- Honey, nobody wanted to go

more than me.

- What would you like me

to do about it?

- Keep your word to your family.

Oh, yeah? Then we can

just all starve to death.

- Spare me the melodrama.

Nobody's starving.

- You were right, Dad.

It's just like real life.

[Door Slams Shut]

[Dialing On

Touch-Tone Phone]

Margo.

King and Occidental?

I'm with ya.

There's that guy

from Largo!

Let's go say hi.

Nah, I think I'll just be

over here, okay?

Hey.

Hi.

You're not dancing.

I know.

You aren't either.

- How come?

- How come what?

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