The Descendants Page #4

Don't ever do that to me again.

We're gonna see your grandparents.

And, Scottie,

Auntie Esther's gonna come watch you.

Dad, Sid's coming with us, okay?

Yeah, listen, Sid, uh...

...what's going on this week

is a family matter, you understand?

Sid's not gonna be interested

in meeting your grandparents.

He's gonna be bored stiff.

Dad, I told you

that he was gonna be with me.

I'll be a lot more civil with him around.

What can I say?

It's like reading Korean.

Scott, if you want to,

I can walk you through it.

Jibber-jabber.

It's an advance directive.

It's basically her instructions

on what procedures she wants.

- In this case...

- I know goddamn well what it says.

Says she doesn't want us sitting around

watching her spoil like milk.

Says if there's nothing the doctors can do,

she'd rather just get on with it.

Elizabeth had the good sense

to write this thing here.

She was always a thoughtful girl,

a strong girl.

Hell of a lot stronger than her brother.

Barry whines his way through life.

Might even be a homosexual,

for all I know.

- Yeah, Scott, I don't think so.

- And she's stronger than you, Matt.

She lived more in a year

than you lived in a decade...

...sitting in that office,

hoarding all your cash.

All that money you refuse to use.

What the hell good is it?

Now you and your family are getting ready

to cash in your chips. What the hell for?

Maybe if you let my baby

have her own boat...

...bought her safe equipment...

...maybe let her go

on those shopping sprees women like...

...maybe she wouldn't have gone in

for those thrill sports.

Maybe if you'd provided more thrills

at home.

And you, Alexandra.

Putting your mother through hell...

...when all she was trying to do

was instill sense and drive in you.

Shame on you. Shame on you.

You should try to be more like her.

She was a good girl.

She was a good girl.

Hi, Alice. It's me, it's Matt.

It's good to see you.

- Good to see you too.

- Hey, Tutu.

That's Alexandra.

That's your granddaughter.

That's your son-in-law, Matt.

This is your family.

Well, except for that kid over there.

I don't know who the hell he is.

Who are you?

- What are you doing here?

- He's my friend.

Good afternoon.

Alice, we're going to Queen's Hospital

this afternoon and see Elizabeth.

- We are?

- Yes.

She needs us,

just like when she was a little girl.

We need to see her in the hospital.

So think about what she might wanna have

in her room...

...and we'll take it to her

and put it next to her bed.

Queen Elizabeth?

That's wonderful.

I have to put on a nice dress.

Ha, ha. Is she serious?

Shut up, kid.

- Ha, ha.

- I've never met a queen before.

I'm sorry, man. I was just laughing.

It's funny.

I mean,

I think she knows she's being funny.

I'm gonna hit you.

That was unreal.

I mean,

how often do old people just haul off...

...and f***ing coldcock you like that?

He's hit me a couple of times

over the years.

And watch your language.

Can I see it?

Holy sh*t.

Hey, could you two just cool it

when you're around me?

Just stop touching each other?

Whoa, man.

Maybe that's why your wife cheated on you,

if you're so against touching.

You little f***. Do you get hit a lot?

I don't know. I've had my share.

Your friend is completely retarded,

you know that?

Hey, man, my little brother's retarded.

Don't use that word

in a derogatory fashion.

Oh.

- Psych. I don't have a retarded brother.

- Sid, you suck.

Speaking of retarded,

do you ever wish that, like...

...retarded people or old people

would just hurry up?

Like sometimes I'm waiting for them

to cross the street...

...and I'm like, "Come on, already."

But then I feel bad.

Dad?

What?

Don't forget that I know where he lives.

Get in the front seat.

So you don't know

anything else about him...

...like what he does

or if he's married or anything?

Just his name. Brian Speer.

Why didn't you ask Kai and Mark?

- I just didn't.

- Why not?

- I didn't wanna get into it, that's all.

- We'll Google him later.

All right. Um...

We're almost...

That's it, that's it, that's the one.

Stop. The one with the turtle.

- That one?

- Yeah, yeah.

There? He lives there?

I can't say for sure that he lives there...

...but that's where I saw them.

Should I ring the bell?

No. This is stupid.

This is stalking or something. I...

Okay, it's... We came, we saw.

That's enough. Let's go.

Well, it's not like

we're stalking him exactly.

What would you do if you saw him,

anyway?

Talk to him? Punch him? What?

I guess I just wanna see him.

- Dad, Dad, stop, stop, stop.

- What, what?

Go back, go back.

- What?

- Just go back.

- Look, look.

- What?

Look, there he is.

At least now we know what he looks like.

Hi, this is

Brian Speer of Gold Coast Realty.

Sorry I missed your call.

Leave a message with your name, number

, and time that you called...

... and I'll get back to you

just as soon as I can. Mahalo.

Hi, Brian.

My name's Herb Fitzmorris...

...and I'm interested in your house

on Koloa Street...

...the one with the cool fence and gate.

I'm at 645-2796.

Thank you.

Girls, let me go in

for just a quick moment alone first.

I'll be right out.

You were gonna ask for a divorce...

...so you could be with

some f***ing fuckhead, Brian Speer?

Are you kidding me?

Who are you?

The only thing I know for sure

is you're a goddamn liar.

So, what do you have to say

for yourself?

Why don't you go ahead

and make a little joke...

...and tell me that I got it all wrong?

Tell me again that I'm too out

of touch with my feelings...

...and I need to go to therapy.

Isn't the idea of marriage to make

your partner's way in life a little easier?

For me, it was always harder with you,

and you're still making it harder.

Lying there on a ventilator

and f***ing up my life.

You are relentless.

You know what?

I was gonna ask you for a divorce someday.

Daddy's little girl.

I'm gonna bring your daughters in now.

Alex is home from school.

Try to be nice, okay?

All right, here we go.

- Okay?

- Hi, Mom. Look who's here.

Say something, Alex.

Tell her how you were drunk

the other night.

- Tell her how maybe you're an alcoholic.

- Girls, be serious.

Hi, Mom.

Sorry for being bad.

Sorry for wasting your money

on expensive private schools.

Money you could have been using

on facials and massages...

...and sports equipment.

- Sorry for everything.

- All right.

I'm sorry we weren't good enough for you,

especially Dad.

- Stop it. That's out of line.

- Or what? You gonna ground me?

Ship me off to another boarding school?

Give me a time-out?

I'll tell you what, goddamn it.

- You got served.

- Scottie, go in the hall.

She's the one out of line.

- Go find Sid.

- He's smoking.

- I shouldn't be around second-hand smoke.

- Go, let's go. Now, now, now, go.

- Did you spank me?

- You have no right to talk to her that way.

She's gonna die.

What if those were your last words?

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