Late Phases
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- Hey, you need help?
- No, I'm just looking.
Well, what exactly
is your range, price-wise?
Depends, what do they cost?
Well, we got little ones and big ones.
- Big ones start at about three thousand.
I sell headstones at a senior
citizen discount, I won't last long.
What do you got on the small scale?
Well, the one you were looking at,
That's pretty good for a budget.
Yeah, but these are sh*t, people step
on 'em, they wear the words off.
Well, they ain't cheaper
'cause they're better.
Well, the VA's picking up the tab for the
funeral but I gotta pay for the headstone.
Oh, pay for the funeral, that's nice.
Listen, you're a vet,
I'll give you five percent,
plus we'll throw in some flowers.
I'm sure that's a comfort
to dying vets everywhere. Come.
Listen, you want me to
hold anything for you?
Let me think about it, I got time.
Here, pop. Right here. Come on.
Yeah, people always think they got time.
So...
- how'd it go?
- It was lovely. What do you think?
I think it was a bad idea to begin with.
- Did you pick something?
- Dying ain't cheap.
It costs less to pay you to stand in the
cemetery and point at my grave all day.
Will you get off the goddamn cellphone?
It's illegal.
Are you kidding?
How did you know that I was...
Can you hear me pushing
the buttons or something?
You're driving like an idiot,
you're all over the road.
Okay, I'm just... I'm trying to tell Ann
that this is taking a little bit
longer than I thought,
and that I'm going to be late
for dinner. That's all.
Hey.
Hey!
Easy, boy.
Speed limit's 25.
Thanks a lot f***ing a**hole.
I gotta live here, Will. Don't make them
hate me, I can do that on my own.
What's it look like?
It's nice.
It is... you know,
the houses are close together, but...
It reminds me of that place
we used to live in when I was a kid.
Any jerk-offs staring at us?
Yeah.
Yeah, they are. Yep.
But, I mean, who can blame them,
this is probably the most exciting thing
that's happened to them in a month.
Jesus, what's his problem?
It's you. You have your mother's scent.
That's the first time you've mentioned
her since her funeral, pops.
Come.
- Dad, wait for me, I'll be right there.
- I got it.
- Mailbox on your right.
- Thanks.
Hold on, pops, let me get your bags.
Looks like we beat the movers here.
Sounds empty.
Yeah.
I feel like I'm dropping
you off at prison.
You don't look like
a necklace kind of guy.
I can't see you,
but you smell beautiful.
Oh, thank you very much.
- Did you just move next door?
- Yes.
It's so nice to see
a new face around here.
It's nice to hear somebody referring
anything of me as "new."
- Delores.
- Ambrose.
Hello, Ambrose.
- Hello, Delores.
- Hello, hello.
Delores... Can you tell me what that is?
- Claw-something? Some kind of claw?
- Dad?
You know I really don't like it when you
go walking around without Shadow like that.
I'm sorry, excuse me, my name's Will.
I'm Ambrose's son.
- Oh, hello, Will. Delores.
- Nice to meet you, miss.
Can I get you back to the house?
The movers are going to be here any minute.
I hope to smell you again very soon.
I hope so, too.
Right this way, pops.
- Knock, knock!
- Hello!
Who's there?
We are Crescent Bay's Welcoming Party,
and, well, we just couldn't wait
to introduce ourselves to you!
- I'm Emma.
- And I'm Gloria!
- I'm Clarissa.
- Ambrose McKinley.
Mr. McKinley, is there anything
we can do to help?
No, thanks.
- Did you bring cake?
- Yes.
Yes we did!
And where would you like us to put it?
I can't eat sugar, but thanks anyway.
You were a veteran.
I am a veteran, twenty years
United States Army. Five years Vietnam.
Oh, my!
Oh, that's very impressive!
Yeah? You didn't hear? We lost that one.
Oh, there don't tend
to be firearms at Crescent Bay.
That's nice.
- I didn't think it was legal.
- What, for a blind person to own guns?
- It's legal.
- Oh.
Perhaps you were thinking of retards.
Now, you just hold on
one minute, Mr. McKinley...
You hold on one minute.
I'm a weapons expert.
I know more about guns
than you do Pop-Tarts.
So thank you for the sugar
and have a nice night.
Well...
Welcome to Crescent Bay, Mr. McKinley.
Any help at all, Mr. McKinley...
I'd see you ladies to the door,
but I'm blind.
There we go.
Are you a good doggie,
or are you a bad doggie?
You're a good doggie... yes.
That's my boy. Is that good?
Is that good? Yes.
Darn!
Hey, mom, it's me. I just wanted to say
I'm sorry we missed the yard sale...
Victoria! Are you there?
Hi, Mom!
Didn't think you'd still be awake.
I sure am!
Thank you for calling, sweetheart.
But you actually said
you'd come help tomorrow.
Are you sure?
I'm looking at my planner and...
Oh, Mom, I'm so sorry.
Oh, God. I hope I didn't confuse you.
I'm not the one who's confused,
Victoria.
If I didn't remember these things
nobody else would.
Mom, I'm sorry!
I've been all over the...
Even I can see this ain't
the goddamn bedroom.
What the hell is that?
Mom, remember when we talked about changing
your outgoing answering machine message?
It's just nice to hear
his voice, Victoria.
I'd feel so much better
if you let us get you another dog.
Just a little someone
to keep you company.
There is no point in getting
dog after dog, sweetheart,
if they're all going to run away.
If a third dog runs away I'm going
to have to start taking it personally.
Shadow! Where are you, boy?
Anyway, mom,
I'm going to have to go.
I have to put the little munchkins...
Julie! Put that... put that down!
Mom, I've got to put
the little ones to bed.
Victoria, can you just stay
with me for a second?
Can you stay on the line with me?
Shadow.
What is it, boy?
What? Mom?
Hello? Mom?
Is everything okay?
Delores! Delores!
Delores! Delores!
Delores!
Hello, you've reached
Delores and Jonathan.
Please leave us your name
and number and we'll...
Delores! Delores!
- Mom?
- Delores!
- Delores!
- Mom?!
Okay. Call me back.
Shadow?
What did I do with the guns?
Shadow?
Shadow?
Shadow?
It's me, boy. C'mon.
Shadow?
Shadow? Shadow?
It's okay.
Daddy's here.
It's okay.
Daddy's here, boy.
Shadow.
You know we wouldn't have to come back here
if you hadn't left early last night, right?
You smell that?
- No.
- Swear to God,
I can smell this old folk smell
from all the way up here.
- Really?
- It's following me.
Why is it that they
don't smell the same?
It's almost like, it's on their furniture,
it's on their clothes. I don't even know.
- Is it something medical, you think?
- Dude. Not all old people smell like that.
No, no, no! Old people do smell like that,
I'm telling you.
I smell my grandfather like, every day.
I sleep with him.
I've been sleeping with him
for ten years. In the same bed!
I'm not even lying to you, man!
I'm serious.
Yeah, just be glad
it's not patchouli, alright?
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