Prisoner's Daughter

It's stage four pancreatic cancer.

It's metastasized to your liver and your kidneys.

You have a few options, but it'll just prolong life.

It's been pretty long already.

What are we talking?

Four, maybe five months.

I feel fine.

The pain will come.

I'm used to pain.

Yo, Max!

Max!

So how'd it go?

I've been worse.

Well, you gonna get an operation or something?

Something.

You need anything?

I'm good.

Mom.

Yeah.

This is not Frosted Flakes.

The cereal is literally making my mouth burn.

Okay, I get it, the cereal sucks.

Here.

- Half? - I'm sorry, babe.

We're gonna have to stretch 'em out, just for a little bit.

We need better insurance.

Well, why don't you put all your complaints on paper

and I will talk to management.

Wait, ask Dad for the money.

All right, I'll handle it.

That new hot water heater didn't help,

but I got extra shifts this week, so we'll be fine.

Well, if I have a seizure, it's your fault.

What?

Hey, hey, hey.

Stop that, I don't like that, that's not cool.

Go, go, go.

We're gonna be late.

- Excessive heat warning today,

Las Vegas expects to see temperatures

into the 105 to 110 range.

Not only today, but also tomorrow.

Pahrump Valley, 103 to 107 and Roseland, 110 to 117.

So this is just the beginning.

We do have a chance...

What's for my lunch?

I made my famous peanut butter and tiny bit of jelly.

But I made it with love.

- Mom. - What?

I'm not a baby anymore.

You're my baby.

Your friends aren't even looking.

Those douchebags are not my friends.

Hey.

Go on, get outta here, go be smart.

- Love you, Mom. - Love you more.

Yo, dickwad!

Hey, twitcher!

I'm so sorry, sir.

I'll get you one without cilantro.

Hey, waitress, excuse me.

I'm gonna be right with you guys.

Are you good for drinks right now?

Your order's just-- Okay, thanks.

Okay, be right back.

I didn't forget you.

I'm getting your salsa.

Maxine, veggie tacos, table eight.

And here's your extra cheddar.

No such thing as too much cheese, right?

Warden wants to see you.

- Now? - No.

Christmas 2025.

Let's go, boss.

Okay, I'm gonna refresh your water.

Hey, Maxie.

Hey, hey, hey, you got a second?

What are you doing here?

What?

No how are you, nice to see you?

You look great, babe.

- What do you want? - I just need a sec, okay?

I wouldn't be bothering you if it wasn't important.

You want money?

Because I don't have any.

Jesus Christ, no, I don't need money.

I need to see my son.

Okay, my manager just got back, so go.

Go.

Look, why do you always do that?

You always make me look like an asshole

in front of everybody.

Huh? I just need a sec.

Everything okay, Maxine?

Yeah, everything's fine.

I'm just trying to talk to my wife.

Sorry, he's just leaving.

No, I am just leaving, Tom, just as soon as my wife here--

I'm not your wife.

Do I need to call the police?

No, no, no.

Call the police?

What for, asshole?

Okay, sir, I'm gonna need you to leave.

You need me to leave?

What are you gonna do, huh?

Stop it!

What are you gonna do?

- Somebody call 911. - Oh, call 911?

Oh, no, oh, no, Tom.

Hey, hey, why don't you just go?

You need to leave. - Okay, no problems, Tom.

This is your fault.

What the fuck is wrong with you?

- I wanna see him. What a fuckin' asshole.

I know he is, I'm so sorry.

Tom, I'm so sorry.

I gotta let you go.

Sorry.

Oh, fuck.

You have any family, Max?

No.

I know you have a daughter.

Then why did you ask?

You know, you've done a lot in here

with helping these guys get sober.

I mean, you've been pretty good.

I've already spoken to the parole board.

Now, if your daughter is willing,

you can live out the remainder of your days

under house arrest.

Well, I can make this happen pretty quick for you,

but your daughter's gonna have to agree to it.

Well, I haven't spoken to my daughter in a long time.

We're blood, not family.

Not anymore, anyway.

Hello?

Hi, this is the principal's office.

We're gonna need you to come pick up your son.

- Fuck. - We have an issue.

Okay, I'm on my way.

He did have an altercation with a few boys at lunch today.

A few boys?

Yeah.

The other boys have been suspended,

but this will go on Ezra's record,

and he will have detention through next week.

For what, getting beat up?

Sorry, my son got attacked and he's getting punished?

I'm sorry, these are the rules.

Well, your rules suck.

You know he has epilepsy.

What if he'd had a seizure?

What would you do then?

Expel him.

We can't make an exception just for one student.

Oh, this is such bullshit.

Now he's gonna have a mark on his record for nothing.

We have a strict policy against fighting.

He wasn't fighting.

My son is an exceptional student who has had

a really hard time because his mother

has made some stupid mistakes.

Not him, me.

The rules state...

Your head is rammed so far up your bureaucratic ass,

you can't see you're hurting an innocent kid?

Is this really the example that you want to set

in front of Ezra?

Actually, yeah.

Yeah, it is.

Come on, let's go.

That was kind of cool, Mom.

You should have walked away.

What-- I did.

Well, you should've walked faster.

Well, are you mad at me?

I didn't do anything!

No, but you could have done something

to get yourself outta that situation.

Here you go.

Okay, that's very thoughtful.

- You're welcome. - Go to your room.

I was planning on it.

Wait, wait, wait.

Could you get that, please?

Oh my God, up or down, make up your mind.

Hello?

Hello.

Is Maxine there?

Wait, who is it?

I don't know, they called you Maxine.

Hello?

Hello.

Maxine?

Yeah.

It's Dad.

How you been?

Is that your boy?

What do you want?