Sterling Point

Sound machine off.

God damn it.

Sound machine off.

-You good, dog? -Yeah. Waiting to hear from Wharton.

Who's Wharton?

Wanna hear something really cute?

-I think I'm in love again. -Aw. Is that who I heard over last night?

Oh, my God. You heard that?

-Yeah. -Yeah, you know

the hot French foreign exchange student? Her name...

-No. -...kinda rhymes with "cappuccino."

Dude, relax. Why are you tweaking over a summer camp?

It is, uh... It's not a summer camp.

It's the most elite program of any business school,

AKA my dream school, AKA fast track to getting into that school,

AKA the most important moment of my life.

-It's literally summer. -Yeah, the summer before senior year.

-Exactly. Who cares? -College admissions officers.

You're 17. You act like you're 30.

Don't you think you're gonna regret not spending your summer going buck wild?

Not really. No.

-Morning. -Hi. Morning.

-I got bagels. -Thanks.

Ooh. Hero.

Okay. How we doing? Have we heard from Wharton?

Not yet.

-And she's being really chill about it. -Great.

- - What? Is that it?

Yes? No?

Hmm? Huh?

Did you get in?

Connor? She's crying.

I can't tell if she's happy or devastated.

How are you twins?

-You guys-- - Annie, are you okay?

-Mmm-hmm. I'm just processing. - Okay.

Yeah?

The end of the life I once imagined for myself.

I'm sorry. I'm so sorry. Hey, can I hug?

-Please? -Hmm, yeah.

-Everything's over. It's okay. -Okay.

-Thank you. Um... -I love you.

-I think good on hug now. -Okay, I'm out.

Look, if they don't want you, it's their loss.

It's literally...

I love you so much for saying that, thanks. But it's literally my loss.

-Legitimately, in a literal sense. -What if we look at it as a good thing?

You know? You're 17. You deserve to have some fun. You could travel.

-You could go to Greece with Connor. -Hey, whoa! No, no, no.

-That's a trip for me and Capoochie. - Who?

Why don't you go to Thailand

with your 100% heterosexual straight boyfriend?

I cannot break up with him till he's ready to come out.

We've been together since sixth grade. Could be bi.

-Fair. -And her name is Capucine.

If you'll give her HPV, at least say it right.

-I don't have HVP. -I know you don't. You have HPV.

Annie, I promise it'll be okay. Try not to get too worked up.

Especially over a summer camp.

It's a summer program.

- Camp. -Dude.

Can we all...

-Summer program. - Yeah.

-Annie didn't get into the summer program. -Camp.

I messed it up again. I'm so sorry. Uh-uh.

It's a summer program.

Damn, you're right.

-It's a summer camp. -I agree.

- Did it again. Sorry. -Summer program.

Wait. Did I get my HPV vaccine?

'Cause she's right. This shit is everywhere.

-You're good. -Wait, No, Dad, for real.

This shit gives you butthole cancer.

Yeah, it does.

Uh, symptoms for HPV.

Let's watch Cynthia Erivo sing "Edelweiss" at the Kennedy Center over and over.

It is incredibly healing.

I already did that.

-What? -Yeah. It didn't even help.

-What am I gonna do this summer now? -I don't know. You could...

-start SSRIs? -Yeah.

But I feel I have an addictive personality, so...

You know what I could do? I could come to Thailand with you now.

Oh.

That could be cool.

Is there a reason you wouldn't want me to come?

No. No. Not at all. I would love that.

I guess I just...

I guess I was kind of expecting this summer to be like

a "do our own thing" kinda vibe.

I'm sorry. Are you, like...

-saying we should break up for the summer? -No.

- Annie, no. -Okay.

What? No. I just...

-Unless you wanna break up for the summer. -Okay. Oliver, let's just...

-Sure. -It's all good. Are... What's happening?

I would say you... uh...

-'Sup, pimps? -Connor!

-Grandpa died. -What?

But not "grandpa" grandpa. Mom's dad. The one who apparently sucks.

I'm sorry. Sucked.

What's up, Oliver? I love the haircut.

Thanks. You guys have a second grandpa?

Our mom's dad. But you know how we can't talk about her

because our dad gets dark and sad?

The same thing goes with this grandpa. We haven't seen him since Mom died.

-So your entire lives? -Yeah. Apparently, he was shady as fuck

-and everyone hated him. -How'd you know he died?

Someone from a lawyer's office called and started talking legal.

And I was like, "Shit. Help. I need a grown-up.

-My sister will call you--" -I will.

You just need to leave 'cause we were having a conversation.

-You and me? No. -Yeah.

-Okay. -No, we weren't.

-No, we were. This is rude. -And it's not...

It's not as important as the death of an estranged grandpa.

Almost nothing is.

-You guys should talk. -Thank you.

-I'm so sorry for your loss. -Thanks.

Okay.

-Love you, babe. -Bye.

-Was he finally about to come out? -I'm gonna kill you.

-No! -I'm gonna end your fucking life!

Well, thank you for meeting me.

No personal notes beyond these instructions,

so I'll just get straight to it.

All right. Gordon has left you, Steven,

nothing.

And to Connor and Annie Jacobson,

Gordon has made you the beneficiaries of his trust,

which you'll gain control over when you turn 18.

Uh, it includes...

property on a parcel of land in Canada.

-He's Canadian? - Don't fuck with Canada.

Yes. In Muskoka.

-I have for-real, like, wolf phobia. - Does that mean Mom was Canadian?

-Accent's too thick. Don't understand it. -Nobody here is Canadian.

-Can we please... -Yeah. Uh...

-Sorry. -Gordon also left

these letters for Annie and Connor.

-Thank you very much. -Sorry.

Can we read the letters?

We'll discuss this later. I gotta get to work.

- Dad, those are for us. - Yeah.

-Hey. -Yes?

Anything else about this matter comes directly to me.

You understand?

Okay.

And, again, I am so sorry about your grandfather's passing.

-It's fine. We didn't know him. - Connor.

Really? Your birthday?

Okay.

"Annie. My biggest regret is not fighting harder to see you."

"It wasn't because I didn't love you."

"I shouldn't have agreed to the plan. I'm sorry."

"I hope Sterling Point will reveal the truth."

"It was your mother's favorite place on earth."

"But most importantly, Annie, find her."

"She will need you after I'm gone. Love, Gordon."

Fuck.

Thank you, baby. Should I say "bonjour"?

It's "merci."

Hey, Connor.

I really need to talk to you for a second.

Oh, hi. Are you Capucine? Hi.

I'm Annie. So nice to meet you.

Her English isn't very good.

-I'm fluent in English. -What? No.

-Yeah. God. -Connor, I need you to focus

'cause this is sort of a pressing issue.

Gordon has been writing us letters our entire lives. Dad hid 'em in a safe.

Wait. We have a safe?

Did you find diamonds in there? Beautiful gems?

Connor! The last letter that Gordon wrote, he said, "Find her."

-Find who? -Exactly! Something's going on.

We have to figure out what's happening right now.

He's not even biologically related to us. Now he's dead. What does it matter?

It doesn't matter to you that Dad's been lying to us our entire lives?

Oh, you guys are adopted.

Yeah. Our parents tried to have kids, but our dad shoots blanks, so...

He is my only biological relative.

-I need to go to Canada. - If you're gonna dig into shit,

go for it,

but please don't ruin this for me.

I'm not trying to ruin anything for you.

But can you, like, cover for me

if I were to go?

-Say I'm in Thailand with Oliver. -Yeah, sure. Whatever.

We have to go pack for our flight to Ibiza.

-I thought you were going to Greece. -Yes, Ibiza, Greece. Dumbass.

Right.

Sorry, Dad.

Sorry.

Excuse me. Could I have a pillow and a blanket, please?

We only provide those on flights longer than two hours,

-but lemme see what I can find-- -The flight isn't longer than two hours?

We're in New York City, ma'am. Headed to Toronto.