Tar

40,000 years ago at the end of the last ice age,

temperatures climbed and climbed in the Los Angeles basin,

giving rise to new species of plants and animals.

New predators attacked new prey.

But something else rose as the heat swelled.

A hot, sticky and seemingly endless seepage from the ground.

Tar.

As decades passed, the tar pit grew and grew.

The animals came but never left.

Slowly sucked into the steaming hot tar.

Thousands of years later,

early Native Americans settled in the area.

Villagers nearby used the tar as sealant for canoes,

baskets and huts.

On one occasion, the villagers were having a celebration,

but in the morning,

three of the tribesmen who had ventured off were found dead,

covered and suffocated by the black substance.

After this incident, no one was permitted

to go near the pit in the night.

They called it Matchi-Manitou,

the evil spirit.

During the 20th century, a sprawling urban metropolis

buried the tar pit deep below its concrete surfaces.

Only a small open pit remained, allowing excavators

to sift through the trove of ancient skeletons.

Many new species were discovered, but one,

the elusive Matchi-Manitou, was never found.

And the urban metropolis is the street

you find yourself standing on right here today.

Right here on the streets of Los Angeles.

Yo, let's go. Come on.

I've just gotta hear it one more time.

That's very kind of you, good sir.

40,000 years ago-

- You really still believe this shit?

I'm not saying that I believe it,

but I don't not believe it.

Your dad always talks about it.

Yeah, my dad would always say, "don't go in the tar pits"

as a kid, but you know why?

'Cause it's bad, it's gross, it's sticky.

It gets on your foot.

You're such a pussy.

Here's the deal, we go and finish packing,

and then tomorrow we're not gonna be here anymore,

so you can come all you want and listen to this story.

Come on, let's go.

His eyes.

I'll never forget that look in his eyes.

You know I always wanna help you, Ben,

but I can't get you her number.

Come on, man! You've known her for years, she trusts you.

I love you like a brother

but I don't trust you with her.

Whatever, man.

Oh, hey, hey, hey!

- Come here, come here. - What's up?

So, I'm sitting here packing,

getting everything ready to go,

and then something told me "stop everything that you're

doing and open the book" and I did, right to this page.

"On October 18th, an Aquarius new moon," this is you,

"lights up your eighth house of intimacy and shared wealth.

This is the second consecutive new moon in Aquarius."

The first was on, get this, September 20th.

Just like I said!

Last week.

I am going to miss this so much.

I know.

Is my dad in?

- Dad? - Mm?

I need the keys for the workshop downstairs.

Please?

Isn't the please implied?

So it's gonna be one of those days, is it?

What makes you think because it's the last day here

that it'll be any different than any other day?

Okay.

Well?

All right, let's do it.

Through the legs.

Again.

Come on.

You're stubborn, just like your mother.

No, I'm stubborn just like you, Dad.

Yeah, well, sorry for giving you a livelihood.

Yeah, you gave me a livelihood. It just wasn't so lively.

Putting computers back together, rebuilding laptops,

typewriters every so often.

Tell me all about all the offers

that you got after getting your degree.

Tell me again, enlighten me. Just for once.

Sure, yeah, I'll enlighten you that

I could use a little encouragement from my father.

Is that what this is all about, huh?

Is there some sort of resentment?

No.

Let me tell you something, Zachary.

I never resented my dad, who worked his ass off, by the way,

giving me all the advantages and privileges that I received.

I know.

I never, ever resented your mother.

Now you're bringing Mom into this?

I'll just go get back to packing.

None of us knew.

Definitely not Ben and Marigold.

So?

What's next after all this?

Fuck if I know.

You?

I'm gonna open up my own shop.

Gonna have candles and cards and stuff in the front

and people to do tarot and read palms in the back.

You know, you've never done one of those

weird handjob things on me.

Really? I've given everybody in this office a handjob.

Let's see.

Oh, wow.

It looks like you're in for a really unhappy ending.

L.

O.

L.

Come on, this desk isn't gonna move itself.

You and your magical psychic mind-reading abilities

levitate the desk outta here.

Yeah, why didn't I think of that?

Dear spirits, help me move the fat ass that's on the desk.

Oh. Oh, wow, it's working.

Dummy. (CHUCKLES)

- Come on. - All right, you ready?

One, two.

Bobby used to drive me nuts with that tennis ball.

Hindsight's a funny gift.

Is the 10:30 gonna be on time?

If I can set up the track in time.

I think you will.

Did you bring the pick from the car?

- It's on the table. - Oh, all right.

I see it. Thank you.

10:27, 10:28, 10:29.

10:30, right on time.

Was that an earthquake, Papa?

No, no, no. That was the building across the way.

Remember I told you?

Barry.

Do you know that building?

That building's gonna be something

very special for this city.

But I thought it was just a museum?

Yeah.

To some people, that's special.

I think it'd be special if it was a train station.

Yeah.

Yeah.