Post Grad Page #4

Remember... eye contact.

- Okay. Look at the wheels.

- There you go.

- Look how they roll. Oh, it's so nice.

- Yeah.

Here we go. Hot potato.

Right here. Right here.

Are you in the market for some lug...

Oh, crap!

- Hi.

- Hi.

- I didn't know you worked here at

The Luggage Shack. - I don't work here.

Uh...

I, um... It's... It's temporary.

Right.

Um, how's Happerman & Browning?

Uh, great. Really, really great.

They're sending me to New York

next week for a conference.

- Hence the need for a new briefcase.

- Sounds so great.

Yeah, I saw one over here

last week that I loved.

- Let me take a look at that black one.

- Up there?

- Mm-hmm.

- Yeah. Um...

There we go.

Ah... You know what? I want to take a look

at the one right next to it.

Nope. I gotta trust my

instincts on this one.

I'm saying no to that one.

I'm going back to the original.

You know, things are moving

outlandishly quick for me right now.

Unbelievably fast.

I'll need a good team.

I need people around me I can trust.

This is a no.

Let me take a look at this gray one here.

I thought you wanted a briefcase.

- I'm gonna need both.

- Mm-hmm.

- Lot of traveling.

- Right.

Okay.

That's the one.

You know, Ryden, I think

we've got really good synergy, you and I.

I know you're in a tough place right now...

but I want you to remember that

struggle and strife come before success.

Even in the dictionary.

I'm not gonna take this one.

Can I see that black one up there?

You know what?

Dad! All yours!

Hunty, can't ride Mama's shoe

when she's trying to make waffles.

- Giddyap.

- Come on, honey.

Go play. Go.

- Ride like the wind.

- Honey.

What do you want, Maureen? What?

- Hunter is a very unique little boy.

- I don't want you to coddle him.

I am not coddling him, okay?

I'm just a little concerned...

that he's weird.

Well, of course he's weird!

He's a Malby. Weird is good.

Weird indicates a creative force.

You have no idea what

I go through, okay? Trust me.

- Hey, come on. I wanna show you

something. Come on. - Huh?

# Bum, bum, bum, bum #

# Bum, bum, bum, bum

bum, bum, bum, bum #

It is time.

# Bum, bum, bum, bum #

# Bum, bum #

# Bum, bum, bum, bum, bum, bum #

#Bum #

#Bum #

# Bum #

# Bum, bum, bum

bum, bum, bum, bum #

# Bum, bum, bum, bum #

No way.

- It's really fixed?

- Yeah.

Yeah, man.

Your dad doesn't jerk around.

Ooh.

Watch this. Crack this hood.

Take a look at this.

- Now I'm gonna go fire her up.

- Okay.

Look under the engine

and let me know what happens.

I wasn't happy with the timing,

so I tweaked it a little bit.

Think I got her where I like her.

- Ready?

- Yeah.

Ah, it's great! Hey!

Just a little bit more. It's...

Whoa!

Oh!

It just isn't fair.

There you are, this poor, little,

innocent thing that wouldn't hurt a fly...

and then one day

you're murdered by my own son.

It was an accident. Geez.

Why didn't you tell me to look behind me?

What? How is this my fault?

Hon, you always have to keep your eyes open.

Scanning. Constantly scanning.

- You told me to look at the engine.

- Can't do two things at once?

This is ridiculous.

You... You hated that cat.

- Shh. Keep your voice down. - You did say

something about wanting to flatten the cat.

Okay, okay. All right. Fine.

- It was a goddamn accident. - Either

way, somebody has to tell the neighbor.

All right. Geez. I can't believe...

Look out. Look out. Oh, God.

God... Jesus.

Goddamn. Even in death! Jesus!

- Ryden, go with him.

- What? No!

Come on, honey. Look at him.

Mmm, all right.

- Oh, no, honey, don't do that.

- Oh, Hunter, don't do that. No, no.

Dad!

- What?

- Why would you do that?

- Do what?

- That knock.

- What?

- Of all the knocks, that one?

That one is the one you think best says,

"Sorry we killed your cat"?

"Of all the knocks"?

What do you mean, "Of all the knocks"?

How many knocks do you think there are?

No, seriously.

How many knocks do you think there are?

- Let's just make this brief, okay?

- All right.

Cat's dead.

Ran over him on accident.

We're really sorry. Um...

- We didn't mean for it to happen.

- Where is he?

- #Midnight #

- Part.

- #Not a sound from the pavement #

- Let's part the way. Please.

# Has the moon lost her memory #

#She is smiling alone #

# In the lamplight #

- #T he withered leaves collect at my feet #

- There.

- What is that?

- #A nd the wind #

# Begins to moan #

# Memory #

#All alone in the moonlight #

# I can smile at the old days #

- There. All right.

- #I was beautiful then #

- There.

- #I remember#

- Ooh, sorry.

- #T he time I knew #

#What happiness was #

- # Let the memory #

- Honey?

- #L ive again #

- All right. All right.

# Every streetlamp #

#Seems to beat #

#Afatalistic #

#Warning #

Well, I gotta roll.

- So, uh, if you need anything...

- Come on. Up. Up.

- here's my card.

- That-a-boy.

Okay? Okeydokey.

Hey.

Listen, I'm really sorry about all this.

I... Well, I can't tell

you how sorry I am, I mean...

about your poor cat and this...

Do you want some breakfast?

- What, right now?

- Yeah.

It's almost dinnertime.

Best time for pancakes.

Do you like pancakes?

- One more?

- No, I'm good, thanks. I'm full.

- Do you not like my pancakes?

- I love your pancakes, but I'm stuffed.

- All right.

- All right.

All right.

No, no, no, no. You go sit.

- Don't worry. I'll take care of it.

- Okay.

- Yeah, yeah.

- Thanks.

You know, it's weird. I've never

seen the inside of this house before.

Yeah. Kind of unimpressive, isn't it?

No, it looks exactly like ours, actually.

- Except you have cooler stuff.

- Yeah, yeah. I direct infomercials.

So I end up taking everything home.

Like this. What is this?

- This?

- Yeah.

Well, a couch.

- That's a couch?

- Yeah.

Uno, dos, tres, cuatro...

cinco.

Ah.

Super light.

And can even be used

as a flotation device in case of a flood.

Let's see. I, um... I have no car...

I, uh, lost my job peddling luggage...

- and I now live with my parents.

- All right. Living the dream.

- Yeah.

- That's great.

Yeah, this whole postgraduation thing...

is not exactly turning

out the way I planned.

I just thought I'd be doing

something amazing by now.

Or at least doing something.

Right. Hmm.

Well, listen.

I know it doesn't solve the problem,

but if you need something temporary...

we could always use an extra P.A. on set.

You know, the hours are crap,

and the money is very, very bad, but...

it will get you out of the house.

Yeah. Yeah, that would be good.

- You got a job.

- Thanks.

Cool.

But now...

I think it's time for you...

to start thinking about the good things.

Yeah.

- Like what?

- Like...

your ears.

- Ears?

- Yeah.

- My ears?

- Yeah, you've got incredible ears.

Incredible?

Yeah.

You know how some people

have that... that droop...

that sort of tragic dangling earlobe thing?

Yours... not so, no.

Not a single...

Just don't know why

you had to give him those cookies.

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