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This is gonna be one of those

moments where no matter what I say,

it's wrong, isn't it?

Tell me, Sam, how should I be acting?

What is the appropriate tone

for having to track down

your ex-husband who's hiding out

two and a half hours away on a boat?

I'm not hiding.

- You're not hiding?

- What do you want, Em?

Your signature.

I'm putting the house on the market.

And I'm here. And I'm tired.

And I have a long drive ahead of me.

Could've forged it.

You're right, I could've.

Maybe I was worried about you.

- Should I be worried?

- I'm fine.

Come on, I'm livin' the dream.

On a boat.

It's marked everywhere

I need a signature.

His name's Phillip.

Wow. Okay. Yeah.

He's 11 months old.

That's fantastic.

He is a miracle.

A $200,000 miracle,

but he is a beautiful, healthy boy.

We're moving to Tulsa.

Tom's dad isn't doing so well.

That's great.

I mean, I'm sorry.

And I finally decided

to let go of a few things.

I saved this for you.

Music was always you guys' thing.

I couldn't even open the boxes.

Hold on, I don't have room for that.

- What do you mean?

- Like, the boat. It's not big enough.

- Sorry.

- You can't be serious.

What do want me to say?

I don't know. It took me over two years

to get to a point where I can

clean out his room, and you,

you don't care about his stuff?

- That's not fair.

- Isn't it?

Well, get pissed! It's not going to make

my boat any bigger.

No! No!

If you wanna act

like Josh never existed,

if hiding makes it

easier for you, great.

But make no mistake, you are hiding!

Darkness, don't give way to the light

I wish I may, I wish I might

Stay with you, with you

We'll shine so bright

Just raise your glasses

and drink one to the night

It's so...

Well, I'm tryin' to get home

But it feels like another life

Yeah, I'm tryin' to be strong

Sometimes I realize

That the further I go

The more that I know

That I wanna go home

Well, I'm packin' my bags

Another day and another town

What a fool I am

Can't seem to settle down

Cause the further I go

The more that I know

That I wanna go home

And the further I go...

The further I... The further I go

The more that I know

That I wanna go home

Hey, what do you say there, Alard?

It's Alaird.

These are the kind of days

worth working for, huh?

- I just wanna be forthright and honest.

- Oh, good.

I had to file another complaint about

you relieving yourself in the lake.

- The rules are quite clear.

- Alard,

do you realize how many of our

conversations are about my penis?

You're not nearly as funny

as you think you are.

This is a family lake.

You've been warned.

Don't say a word about your plans

Maybe I don't give a damn

Don't say a word about your plans...

You here to play? Just you?

Sign-up's right there.

Can I get a Mustang Wheat?

Brian, that was terrific.

I hate to say this.

I love it when women break your heart,

because you write

beautiful love songs about 'em.

Give it up for Brian.

No lemon.

Maybe I... I should stay

I'm better off your way

But I'm not givin' up

Show your faith

You got a lot of nerve

To come around here

That was fantastic.

Tolly and Tina, everybody.

Next we have...

Alard Dick.

- Tolly, that was really nice.

- Thanks.

Well, I'm trying to get home

But it feels like another life

Yeah, I'm trying to stay strong

And sometimes I realize

That the further I go

The more that I know

That I wanna go home

Well, I'm packin' my bags

Another day and another town

What a fool I am

Can't seem to settle down

'Cause the further I go

The more that I know

That I wanna go home

You can't take that outside.

Excuse me? Excuse me.

That was awesome.

And when I say awesome, I mean

"hairs on my neck stand up" awesome.

I wanted to say something to you earlier,

but you look scary.

- I'm glad that you liked it.

- Oh, yeah. I'm not blowing smoke.

That song had something going on.

Something deep.

I'm Quentin.

Well, good to meet you, Quentin.

Don't let the brain dead back there

get to you.

I mean, they... I'm here every week

and they wouldn't know greatness if it...

They just wouldn't know it.

They wouldn't know it.

I don't mean to be rude,

but you're quite drunk, Mr. Dick.

Do you want me to give you a ride?

Oh, crap. Crap.

Hey!

- So you gonna come back and play?

- Thank you for the ride.

Knock, knock.

Hello.

Hello?

- Hello!

- For f***'s sake.

You're supposed to be invited on board.

- Sorry, sorry.

- Stop. Come back.

- Is that for me?

- Yeah.

I thought you might like a donut.

Buck's Space Age.

They're like edible heaven.

Good, as in I'd have one over sex.

Well, you're doing it wrong, then.

So is this even legal?

Not that. That is not even sanitary.

I mean, living on a...

You're here to

give me a ticket, Quentin?

No. No, no, no. And I'm not like your

newest stalker or anything. I just...

I just can't get that song

out of my head.

'Round and 'round and around

and I'm laying there and I think,

"What it needs is a harmony."

Nothing over the top. Just simple.

And then I think, "if that song is

that good, there have to be others."

And if there are others,

someone ought to play them.

- We could play them.

- Let me stop you right there.

I'm not interested.

Sure, no. Right. Totally,

I get ahead of myself sometimes.

- Are there other songs?

- Thank you for the coffee.

Sure.

Just to clarify, you don't want to play

at the Trill again,

or you don't want to play with me?

Thank you for the coffee.

Yeah, yeah.

You're my sidekick

You're my alibi

You're my right-hand man

I'm your homeboy

I'm your main dude

I'm your best laid plan

When the sh*t hits the fan

Could I make you understand?

I don't know

Wife kick you out?

- Excuse me?

- You're here every week for a shower.

- Wife pissed at you?

- No.

Nope. No wife, no kids.

Live on a boat. Sexy for everything

except for taking a shower.

Mr. Dick?

Sorry, sorry. I didn't mean to scare you.

It's Quentin, in case you forgot.

I have to put a bell around your neck.

I missed you the other night.

Kinda held out hope.

You know, I don't get the appeal

of fishing.

Really. Well, I would imagine that

most activities performed in silence

don't make much sense to you.

Permission to come aboard?

If I say yes,

you promise to help with dinner?

- Done.

- All right. Here, clean these.

Mr. Dick, I don't know if I can do this.

Don't call me Mr. Dick.

- Okay, Alard.

- Don't call me Alard either.

Well, if I need to talk to you,

should I just whistle?

- Call me Sam.

- Okay, why not?

Think you can handle that?

You never told me if you've written

others, but I'm guessing you have because

it doesn't really sound like a first try

kind of tune.

Back to this?

What I don't understand is

you don't write stuff like this

if you don't want people to hear it.

I don't know where the days have gone

But I know I wanna go home

No, it's not...

"But I know where I belong."

I know where I belong

- Right?

- Yeah.

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