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Hello, my name is Owen.
I'm a retired Police Chief.
I lost the ability to speak
when I was shot in the head by some pricks.
I love my family.
I love marijuana edibles.
I hate being retired.
It was good to be back in the wilderness again,
where everything seems at peace.
I was alone, just me and the animals.
Beyond was all around me.
My dream was a dream no longer.
Hey, Don.
Donnie boy, drink that.
Over here.
Ugh.
Don't let this get ya down, okay?
We're gonna refocus you, get ya back on track.
Just look at is as a chance to detox, you know,
get some fish oil, vitamin D in ya,
get the new record done.
- And then, boom! - Yeah.
- Right back on the road. - Yeah.
- Before I forget, man. - Oh, no.
- Just take 'em. - Dude, really?
Yeah, it's yours. Here. I'm done.
You are a kind man. I really appreciate this.
Hey, Don.
Donnie, listen to me.
Hey, I'm serious now. You gotta finish that record.
- I will. - Forget those guys.
Fish oil and vitamin D, brother.
You gotta pound that shit.
Get down! Hands where I can seem 'em, ya loser.
Spread your legs. Spread your legs!
Hey, look, these are my drugs,
they don't belong to the artist, they're my personal stash.
- Hey! Hey! It's Don Owen's son? - Don!
- Oh, my God, I am so sorry. - Sorry, Don.
- Yeah, it's cool. - I am so sorry about that.
- I am so sorry. - It's cool.
I'm sorry, guys, we had a break-in
- in progress at this address. - Yeah, we got a call.
- Wait, someone broke in? - Yeah.
- Oh. - Thank you.
- Misunderstanding. - So, we're good?
Sorry, Owen, uh,
we didn't recognize him with the hair and makeup.
He looks different.
I'm home, Dad.
Somebody broke into the house
while I was asleep. Follow me.
Well, we can certainly dust this for prints.
I was so worried. Are you okay?
You okay? Yeah? Okay. Oh.
- Donnie? Oh, you're back! - Hi. Hi, Mom.
- Hi! Good to see you. - You too.
Hey, whoa, whoa, whoa. Are you okay?
- Yeah, yeah, I'm okay. - Yeah.
- Brian, Brian, how's he? - Brian's fine.
Okay.
Donnie, what's all this stuff?
It's for the new record, Dad. I got a demo.
Dale checked it out, he digs it.
What's with the cool eye makeup?
Wow, looks really cool.
Come on, I was just on tour.
This isn't a stage.
I'm very aware that this is not a stage, Dad.
It's okay, Owen. Really, relax. It's all right.
Brian, honey, could you please come downstairs?
Where are the cats?
We found them in here.
Probably frightened from the intruder.
I know, Mommy loves you.
Pulse is normal.
Oh, good boy.
Did you hear that?
Everything's okay.
No sign of forced entry, nothing serious,
just someone made a huge mess, and peed in the sink.
- Oh. - None of this will go in the report.
- Thank you. - Someone peed?
In the sink.
I suggest you conduct an internal investigation.
_
Maybe you can help us out with something else?
Notice a lot of bent street signs around here.
Have you guys noticed anyone running around at night
with tools, or anything unusual?
Kids, maybe?
Hey, Miami Vice, I have an idea.
Figure out who's trying to scare my family.
Hey, Don, I'm sorry.
You know what, I don't wanna upset you,
- but I have to tell you, uh... - What?
- I think your father did this. - What?
Well, the doctors said, that he might have
a few brain misfires as he recovers.
With its bone-stabbing cold, it's ghostly silence.
He's saying that he can hear things in the walls.
Okay, yeah? Things that nobody else can hear.
Um, can we speak to Brian now?
Yes, officer, of course. Brian!
Hey, Brian, you're not supposed to stand on that.
Well, there was a break-in,
and someone peed in the sink.
Now tell us who peed in the sink, Brian?
I don't know, officer, maybe it was you?
Officers pee in sinks, don't they?
What?
You seem mighty proud of yourself, Brian.
I don't mean to fart on you, guys, but stop wasting time,
and find out who threw all that shit around our kitchen.
What's wrong with that boy?
I'm sorry, it's not your fault.
He's just really super aggressive with, uh, bald men.
I'm just relieved that he's okay.
I was there. Your husband's a hero.
Oh, thank you.
I know this is probably really inappropriate,
but I have to tell you what a fan my wife and kids
are of Super Maple Pops.
Thank you, I appreciate that. Hey, Don?
What are you doing?
Why didn't you tell anybody you were comin' home, man?
I didn't really know I was, Mom.
Oh, okay. Well, you know, I-I gotta get back to work,
but could you please wash it out of your hair?
I think the colour might be a little too shocking for him.
- Ah, thank you, Elizabeth. - You're welcome.
Hey, Shell. Big mess at the house.
Hold down the fort. No calls.
Um, Bryce called?
No, please tell him not to call this number.
Believe me, he was told immediately.
Thanks.
It's Shellers.
Oh.
Meet you what club? Man, that shouldn't be booked.
Oh...
I tried to record the sound in the walls.
I'm not crazy. I love you.
I believe you, Owie.
Are you partying tonight with Bryce?
I will watch documentaries.
Yeah, might be partying with Bryce tonight.
Love you. Kiss.
Dad!
What are you doing?
Dad! Dad! Stop! Stop Stop! Stop!
You're making it worse. Settle.
Settle.
Are you bringing this stuff in?
You stole from your mother and father.
Get your shit together, or get out of here.
Okay.
Dad, what are you doing?
This doesn't belong here?
- Hell, man. - He gets recycling messed up.
The old man's bent out of shape ever since he got shot.
He, uh, also tore that hole in the wall.
Mm hmm.
So what's up?
I just... I'm trying to find my birth certificate, dude.
It's in one of these boxes.
Yo, to me this kinda looks like you're moving back home.
Brian, man, I'm just visiting, all right,
I'm only here for a couple days.
Well, why not just move in, okay?
There's tonnes of room, and good food here, man.
If you want, I can move some of this shit around...
- Brian, look at me. - ...and make it comfortable.
I'm not movin' back, I'm sorry, bud.
Okay. When are you planning on moving out, then?
I don't know, Brian, all right, I'm...
- Well, then, just move in! - I gotta get a job.
I gotta pay back Mom and Dad.
You... you don't understand, man. I lied to them.
I took thousands of their dollars and spent it on vinyl,
and drugs and synthesizers, and alcohol,
and all kinds of things.
Look, you took money intended for an education,
and you applied it to the music business, right?
So instead of suffocating in a desk,
you melted faces and probably, I don't know,
actually learned some things.
I mean, what's wrong with that?
All right, it sounds awesome when you say it, man.
- Welcome home. - I missed you, bro.
Dad! Dad!
- Shhh... - What... Jesus.
What?
I'm not crazy. You must have heard it.
No, Dad.
Hey, hey, doesn't mean you didn't hear it. Okay?
I got it.
- Hello. - Ah.
No. No man, you can't... you can't show up here.
I love what you did with your hair.
- Thank you, man. - I wish you wore a suit,
- I can't... no stop it. - Take it easy.
I heard about the band, but come work with me...
Please, this is not a good time.
- I can't work with you, man. - Why not?
I can't talk right now. Okay, something's going on with Dad...
- Hey, good to see you. - You have to stop.
- Let's go for a walk around the block. - No. No, stop texting me.
Why are you talkin' to me this way? Come on?
- Don't look at me like that. - I just miss you.
- I can't just say that I miss you? - Please stop.
Stop looking at me like that.
- How can I not look at you? - No stop. Manny, please.
Are you kidding me? Look, I'll try. I can't do it!
Mmm.
Oh, shit, I should not have done that, Manny.
- But you did do it! - I gotta go!
- And it was fantastic! - I gotta go. Bye.
Come on! Don! I'm in a relationship!
- Hey, Wendy. - Don! What are you doing back?
- The band broke up. - Oh, that sucks!
Hey, Donald, how's the band goin'?
The music?
You guys make it yet? Famous?
It's the Ass Monkeys, right?
Darren, why are you being a dick? His band just broke up.
Well, I didn't know that, I mean,
it's not my type of music anyways.
All right, I'm gonna go.
Okay. Oh, my.
- Yeah, you gotta go. - Okay.
- Okay, you gotta go. - He keeps starin' at me.
- Don't kiss me in front of my dad. - I'm not gonna.
- Don't. - Bye.
Dead.
What?
It's an '83 Supra.
Should take a photo.
Not perfect, but plenty close for rural work.
- Mom, can I ask you something? - Yeah.
You like Darren, right? You think he's good for me?
Yeah. Uh, he's fine.
Okay, fine is the absolute worst word I've ever heard.
Dishes are here.
Oh, Dad! Dad, I'll get the dishes.
- Thank you. I'll take them. - Thanks, son.
Hey, Don, could you do me a favour?
Get him to watch one of his other documentaries?
He's gettin' a little obsessed with that one.
- Okay. - Okay, and, uh,
try to leave this near him.
He won't wear it but all he has to do is press that button
- if he needs any help. - Sure.
- Hey, say hi to Bryce for me. - I will, thank you.
We'll see you sometime tomorrow.
- Bye, Mom. - Love you. Bye.
- Oh, God. - Oh!
You're just doing this because I'm going to Bryce's.
Oh, my God! Just no!
I don't smoke anymore, Brian.
You know what I want right now?
- I want to take the Scout. - Scout?
I've been driving it. Don't tell Dad.
So I wanna take the Scout and get some beer
with the last of my Christmas money,
and get drunk with my brother, and watch some videos.
I don't drink anymore, Brian.
Brian?
Lucky for me, and him, he didn't like my smell.
Hey, Dad, we're gonna go to the store. You need anything?
Bread, milk, pipe tobacco.
I didn't take it!
Dude, dude, dude, I forgot my hat.
I forgot my hat!
Do you just want me to go in and get the stuff?
You can stay here?
Are you saying I can't go in there
and get the stuff because I'm balding?
No, Brian, I'm sorry, man.
- Sorry. - Dude.
What's goin'...
He locked us in, man.
- Hey, stop! - Don't call 911! Oh, my God, no!
It's me, Manny!
Brian, Dad can get us outta this,
but you can't do stuff like this. I know I used to do it.
You don't wanna end up like me, man.
You're gonna screw up your entire future.
Dude, what difference does it make?
You can't screw up a bald future.
Michael Stipe was bald, he didn't screw up his future.
- Is that a beer? - No.
Brian, put that away, dude. Manny!
One second, I'll be right back.
Thank you for getting Dad down here, I appreciate it.
No, of course, my pleasure, man.
- You okay? - Yeah, I'll be fine.
I worry about you, though, man.
- You should've married that guy. - Stop it.
Grady, my sons and I are sorry
- for wasting your time. - Great to see ya, Owen.
Brian, Brian, put that down.
I hear the scratching, Dad.
Here, here!
I'm beat you guys. Good night.
Get it. Get it!
No!
Oh, oh...
look at, they're like freaky little...
little monkey kitties.
Hey? Hey? Hi!
Hi! What's your name?
Oh, you're the mama, right?
We gotta take the babies to the woods, right?
You wanna go for a drive? To the woods?
Oh, but we're doin' it live! Yeah!
Why are you saying that?
I'm just so happy the family is back.
I love ya, Don. I'm glad you're back.
Me too.
This is government land.
I could build my cabin and live here and no one could stop me.
Nobody.
Here we are. Here we are, here we are.
Yeah, yeah, there you go. Okay, pretty girl.
- Oh! Look at her go! - Whoa.
- Oh, my God, she's so... - Whoa, whoa.
Okay, babies now, Brian. Babies.
- I'm good, thank you. - Uh? Okay.
- Okay, be gentle. - Come on, go to Momma.
Come on, yeah, giddy up. Giddy up.
Mama's right there.
Dad, I'm sorry I let you down.
I'm sorry I spent all your money on drugs
and synthesizers.
Stop.
Aww.
Ow!
Ah, Dad!
Dad!
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