Daniel's Gotta Die

Hello?

Hello?

Jessica?

Victor?

Mia?

Hi, I'm Daniel Powell.

This is a picture of a big happy family.

It's not mine.

I don't actually have a picture of my family all together.

In fact, we haven't had a meal together

since I was four years old.

I do have a picture of my father and I though,

Edward James Powell, the billionaire.

He raised me on his own when Mom died.

I mean, he had some help

from his second in command, Lawrence.

And this is my brother, Victor, his twin sister Mia,

and our sister Jessica.

They were sent away to boarding school

after Mom passed away, so I don't remember much,

but I do remember

that Jessica was quite caring and generous.

- And don't forget to like, subscribe, share,

and use hashtag of the week, #HomelessIsBad.

Spare change?

- Oh my God, babe, can we go back upstairs?

I think that homeless guy over there is like looking at me.

What guy? Where?

Spare change?

This guy?

- And I always remember Mia

as being a real people person.

Hi, excuse me, Ms. Powell.

You have a call from-

No.

- Okay, would you like me to-

No.

Carter?

Yes.

Did you take a message?

And Victor?

Well, he always had a nose for the finer things in life.

Oh shit.

Oh, that ain't good.

I am a sous chef

and hoping to open my own restaurant one day.

That is tarragon vinegar.

Tarragon.

- That's Emily, my biggest fan and now fiancee.

- Please tell me when you open your own place,

you're gonna serve this.

- We've been trying to get everyone together

to tell 'em the big news but...

I just have to remind myself,

they are incredibly busy people and they couldn't come.

No luck so far.

We're gonna see 'em tonight.

I just wish it was for a different reason.

Dad.

Oh.

Daniel.

Oh.

Daniel.

- Dad. - Daniel.

Oh, you're just the one I wanted to see.

Yeah?

I screwed up.

I spent a whole lifetime pushing people away,

putting money above everything.

And what do I have to show for it?

Nothing.

Just a big hole in my life.

A big hole filled with millions and millions of dollars.

That's not really a hole, Dad.

- But none of it means anything if you're alone,

and that's why I'm so glad you're here.

I want to tell you-

Hold on.

I think I know what you're gonna say.

That you feel like something's been missing your entire life

and that you see the same thing happening with me.

And now is the time that we need each other the most, right?

And so you know what I'm gonna do, Dad?

I'm gonna go out there and I'm gonna get my brother

and my two sisters and I'm gonna bring 'em in here

so that we can be together as a family.

- Oh, fuck no, don't you do that.

Oh?

Pull it.

You bring them in here and I'll yank it right now.

Dad, you need those meds.

Please stop, calm down.

- You're right, they'd love that, wouldn't they?

To see the old man kick the bucket?

- No, they wouldn't want that at all.

They're not evil.

- They're greedy and they're ungrateful

and they're lazy and they're scummy.

They're your children.

And they're the only family I got if I lose you.

- Look, I got plenty of fight left in me

and you got yourself a good girl, a wedding coming up,

so go start a family with her.

I don't wanna start a family.

I have one.

- One you couldn't last a weekend with if I paid you.

Well, that's not true.

Why don't we do this, Dad?

Why don't we go to the beach house, huh?

I mean, that's what we did after Mom passed

and we had a good time, right?

I mean, I was four.

I don't really remember.

Okay, Daniel.

Okay.

Okay?

Okay, we'll go.

It'll be a good chance

for you to really get to know your family.

Well, that's good.

That's what I want to hear.

Okay, I'm gonna go.

I'm gonna go get the doctor, get an update.

You just rest, okay?

You mean it, right, Dad?

Of course.

Over my dead fucking body.

Doctor.

I would like an update on Edward James Powell immediately.

Jessica.

Brother.

Hi.

I'm so glad you came.

We're gonna get through this.

It's like I always say to my followers,

in times like these-

- Make sure to share, like, and smash that subscribe button.

- That's not where that part goes, asshole.

Yes, go here-

Whoa!

- Is he dead? - Did he die?

I mean, is he dead?

Did he die?

- Your father is fine, thank God.

And I was worried about him.

- You dragged me all the way down here for that?

Lawrence, can you just like go get us an espresso

or something?

- He's not your manservant, okay?

He's Dad's.

- Look, I have something to tell you all.

I spoke with the doctors

and it appears there's a bit of a concern.

What?

I was just with Dad, he seemed fine.

He is fine.

Daniel, he's fine.

He will be discharged sometime today.

Thank God.

- Your father's a very strong man.

Very strong.

He's not even scared of words

like terminal or aggressively incurable.

They don't scare him.

And do you know why?

I'll tell you why.

He has an inner fuel,

a fuel that will help him fight this thing.

So mark my words,

the world has not seen the last of Edward James Powell.

You okay, babe?

Yeah, I just...

Not looking forward to this.

I want everybody to be happy.

You know, I want my father to get the respect

that he deserves and...

See.

Mia, hi.

Daniel, hello.

Melinda.

Emily.

Emily.

How are you?

Fine, thanks.

I'm sure you are.

- Why weren't you at the funeral?

- I don't think that Dad noticed.

Besides, I sent flowers.

Balloons.

- Balloons. - Yeah.

It's the thought that counts.

Clearly.

I don't like her.

- Anyone else left in your family for me to meet?

God.

I have my lawyer standing by

in the case of any unfortunate monetary decisions

made by my father.

Like you even need it.

I do need it.