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BECCA:

Just keep unpacking.

No, don't--

don't look at the camera.

There we go.

This is so beautiful--

Stop looking at the ca--

Just unpack

like you normally would.

But I'm not here, okay?

Just be-- be--

(chuckles)

Be natural.

Is this natural enough?

BECCA:

You're such an idiot.

BECCA:

These are the people

in Nana and Pop Pop's life.

You have to burn them

a little.

Not too much.

Just a skosh.

NANA:

Here, chick-chick-chick.

(chickens clucking)

(Nana talking, indistinct)

So where are they now?

Outside,

by the chicken coops.

How are they?

Don't answer that.

I don't care.

Are they being nice?

Have they said anything

nasty about me?

Don't answer that.

Ugh. This is like

a divorce settlement.

They get you for one week

every 15 years,

and we try to be civil.

Mom, we talked

about this.

We made a decision. You go.

We're having a great time.

Yeah. You should go. Okay?

You won't be so grumpy

when you get back.

Oh!

(laughs)

Jacques Cousteau over here

wants to go buy swimsuits.

We're headed for the dock

in a few hours!

Hey, Miguel.

(muffled greeting)

(sighs)

I can't believe

I'm doing this!

A Walmart sales associate's

gonna be on the world's

largest cruise ship!

I hate

you spoiled brats.

TOGETHER:

We hate you too.

(laughs)

We're looking

for visual tension.

Things that pull the frame,

things that force us to imagine

what is beyond the frame.

Record only

what is happening to you

as a participant,

and we'll discuss

what mise-en-scene is

tomorrow.

So, I'm, like,

co-director now?

"B" Camera Operator

will be your official title.

This is the first camera

that Mom found

in the damaged goods bin.

Just try to be formal,

as in classicism,

moments that are--

(groaning)

TYLER:

Hi, Pop Pop!

TYLER:

Hi, Pop Pop.

Pop Pop!

What's in the shed, Becca?

Okay.

I've decided to use

female pop singers' names

instead of cursing

from now on.

Why?

I think it would

sound better.

Like, if I stubbed my toe,

I'd say, "Ah, Shakira!"

(sighs)

You're strange.

(door opens)

Is everything okay?

Yeah.

W-We're great, Pop Pop.

I have not seen your nana

this happy in years.

(Becca chuckles)

Becca, T-Diamond Stylus,

we're old people.

Bedtime here

is 9:
30.

Yeah.

See you

in the morning.

9:
30?

9:
30.

Oh, my God.

(laughs)

9:
30. Okay.

This is gonna be fun.

No Wi-Fi

and 9:
30.

(groans)

(water running)

BECCA:

I want more cookies.

She was right about

the burnt walnuts.

So go get some.

Well, it's past 9:30.

I don't wanna wake them.

TYLER:

Just be quiet.

They're old. They--

They won't hear anything.

BECCA:

I've wanted to spend time

with you for so long, Nana.

TYLER:

Seriously, that--

that makes me wanna cry.

BECCA:

You can teach me all

of your cooking secrets.

Are you consciously aware

that that's my intention?

I hate sappy movies.

I find them torturous.

That smells so good, Nana.

I think

it looks good.

(chorus vocalizing)

I've decided to use

Mom's favorite

musical soundtrack.

It's so over the top.

It'll be her presence

in the documentary.

Counterpoint

to the quiet drama.

(dramatic orchestral)

This'll be

ironic scoring.

TYLER:

You're gonna be alone

your whole life, aren't you?

Like Miss Porter,

the gym teacher.

Oh, and, um--

(man rapping)

By the way,

how is this helpful?

Oh, snap!

That's a little candy

for the ladies.

I can't sleep.

I need Nana's cookies.

I'm gonna turn

a personal addiction into

a positive cinematic moment.

Mom, I'm retracing the steps

of how you might have

snuck out of your room

and stole Nana's cookies.

(shrieking,

groaning)

(groaning)

(gasps)

(vomiting continues)

Tyler?

(retching,

moaning continue)

Tyler, wake up.

T-Diamond.

Nana's sick.

(retching,

moaning continue)

- And that's the camera.

- Hmm.

So, then you put the videos

on the Internet.

So I have four

freestyle videos.

One of them

has 347 hits.

You're both

so talented.

Do you know who

Tyler, the Creator is?

No.

Well, I-- I got

that kind of sound.

Mmm.

People say.

Come, Becca, darling.

Eat.

(chuckles)

(horse snorting)

BECCA:

Pop Pop.

(grunting)

(wood splitting)

Pop Pop?

(Becca gasps)

You need me?

(horse whinnies)

Your grandmother is fine.

She had a little bit

of a stomach flu last night.

Must have been

a 24-hour thing.

I-I knew it was

something like that.

She's an old lady, Becca.

She gets sick sometimes.

Yeah, of course.

BECCA:

Tyler!

Pop Pop said he'd take us

into town this afternoon

to shoot some of

Mom's old hangouts.

Tyler!

Raaar!

(screams)

You can play

hide-and-seek down here.

There's, um-- There's

lots of visual tension.

Mom's hide-and-seek place.

You better hide,

my ethnically confused friend.

One Mississippi.

Two Mississippi.

Three Mississippi.

Four Mississippi.

Five Mississippi!

Ready or not,

here I come!

I see you,

you little pudge.

I'll have to use strategy.

He's faster, but I'm--

I'm smarter, by at least

two standard deviations.

Here I come!

(screams)

(Becca panting)

(chuckles)

Right past me.

(panting)

(panting)

Becca?

Becca?

(growling)

Here I come, Tyler.

Here I come.

(Tyler gasping)

(Tyler screaming)

(whispers):

Tyler? Tyler?

TYLER:

Oh, my God-- Ohh! Oh!

TYLER:

Stop! Stop!

(high-pitched giggling)

(laughing)

I'm gonna get you.

I'm coming to get you,

Becca!

(gasps)

(Tyler groans)

(growls, laughing)

(sighs)

I'm making

chicken pot pie.

TYLER:

What the hell was that?

(gasps)

(knocking)

BECCA:

Can I help you?

Hi.

Uh, I'm Doctor Sam.

I work at the hospital where

your grandparents counsel.

You must be Becca.

Are you making a movie?

I used to be an actor

back in my day.

"Life's but

a walking shadow,

a poor player that struts

and frets his hour--"

Did you wanna talk

to Nana and Pop Pop?

Yes. Are they around?

No, th-they're

taking a walk, I think.

You just missed them.

Okay.

Well, uh, tell 'em

I stopped by.

They were supposed to

volunteer a few days ago.

I tried calling.

I just wanted to make sure

everything was okay.

I think the volunteer stuff is

getting too stressful for them,

although they won't admit it.

Oh, they're fine.

Well, glad to hear it.

Tell them there's

a lot of excitement

down at the hospital.

I, uh-- I can't wait

to tell 'em.

I know they love gossip.

I'll tell them.

Nice to meet you.

12:
15 PM. Tuesday.

Tyler Jamison,

known to most ladies

as T-Diamond Stylus,

investigates

what is in the shed.

This is

an isolated farm.

People sneaking around.

Is it dead bodies?

Is it dead bodies?

Is it dead bodies?

(lock slides)

(hinge creaking)

(door closes)

(thumping)

I'm gonna go to the shed.

Ugh.

Smells like ass in here.

(flies buzzing)

I'm--

I-I'm moving closer

to the suspicious pile.

(buzzing continues)

Oh, sh*t!

(groaning)

Oh, goddamn it!

(groaning continues)

Ohh! Sarah McLachlan!

Tyler.

What the hell, Nana?

Your Pop Pop

has incontinence.

He hides his accidents

in the shed,

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