Survivor's Remorse

- Yeah. - You serious?

I had my last test of the season before the Philly game.

- Yo, Coach. - Coach Healey.

To what do I owe this pleasure?

Just taking the time to see one of our favorite people.

This truck hasn't moved since we had it delivered.

Yo, Coach needs surgery. Set it up.

Do you know how much lipo has to be suctioned out of that man?

Ma, I'm worried about Mary Charles.

We know my father is a deadbeat.

We don't even know who her father is.

Great coffee. It's smooth, yet biting.

- It is the pour-over style. - Ah.

No extra aeration so it don't fuck up your shits.

Oh, well, however 'twas rendered,

whatever its rectal rewards, I would love some more.

Guys, what is this meeting about? And why isn't Reggie here?

This ain't Reggie's business. It's my business.

But I need you to approve what it's gonna cost.

Okay.

I need a private investigator.

Beckwith, do you know any good ones?

Good meaning ethical? No.

What the hell you need a PI for?

Be quiet. I thought Ma would be in China by now

and I don't want her walking in and hearing this.

I gotta find my father. I am fed up with not knowing.

I can get that answer out of Ma.

You can't. You haven't.

We only really just started trying.

You don't know who your father is?

- I do not. - Does your mother know?

She is the one who fucked him.

Were her eyes open?

I'm sorry. These thoughts just come reflexively.

Uh, I should not indulge.

she didn't find out all the things she could find out.

I could submit my DNA and there's all this other shit

way more complex than just finding out

what country your ancestors got kidnapped from.

You can allow them to put your DNA into this massive database,

and if other people put in theirs, they'll connect you.

And then you can link up with them and email them

and find out the truth of your family tree.

There's other ways to get to the truth,

a truth I hope will set me free.

It's also a truth that might bring a fuckload of new people

into our orbit that we would rather just stay back in their own

undiscovered galaxies living their private alien lives.

I could find cousins and relatives

that could help piece this thing together for me.

A... and then the private investigator can vet these folks

and the ones that are cool can help me narrow down who my father is.

And wouldn't it be great to meet all these half-cousins?

You have all these great half-cousins you don't know.

- They'll be your half-cousins. - If I got half-cousins, you got half-cousins.

- They would be on your dad's side. - But we got the same mom.

- But you each have different fathers? - Yes.

- But he knows who his is. - Haven't seen him in decades.

Uh, I will hire a borderline ethical private investigator on your behalf.

When your discussions reach a conclusion, give me a call.

Thanks for the coffee. I'll return the mug.

- Thanks for coming. - Hope I don't shit in the car!

Cam.

Oh, Chuck, okay, look, a... a PI?

- Let... let me just think about it. - Cam, I am trying.

I am really trying, but I need you to stop and listen to me.

Baby half-brother, Ma ain't ever gonna tell me.

And trying to reconcile the truth of that fact,

it makes shit get scary in my head.

Chuck, I'm not saying that at your age

you shouldn't know the answer.

I am saying that the answer won't make you you.

And you're an amazing person.

Sister, not... not half-sister.

Full-on. You are my sister.

Who I love. The past is the past.

You know, whatever the past is, it's just... it's prologue.

It's not the full story of you, just where the story started.

But the prologue is a part of the story

and that is why they put it at the beginning.

And not knowing the beginning of a story

is like walking into the movies late.

You're just sitting there going, "What the fuck is going on?"

That's me.

I feel like I am walking in late

to the movie of my own life.

I got no idea how my story starts.

And it's fucking me up.

Must be hard starting a beautiful day

picnicking with your wife.

It's frivolous, but I will endure.

- You just closed a deal. - Yeah.

It is important for you to relax and celebrate.

- I enjoy celebrating. - Mm-hmm.

I just like doing it at home in the bed

or in the shower.

Find us a spot to celebrate here.

You'd do that? Out... outside?

Okay, you're right. Outside's not great.

No, no, no, no, no. Outside is... is... is perfect.

Outside in nature doing, you know, what comes natural.

Our ancestors, they did it outside

for millions of years before there was an inside.

Are you serious? Or are you playing with me? 'Cause I'm ready.

- I'm serious. - All right, nature calls.

I'm feeling very outdoorsy.

I'ma find us a spot. I'll be right back.

Check for poison ivy.

Okay.

This is Missy.

- Missy Vaughn? - Yes. Who's calling?

It's Trent Vaughn, Reggie's dad.

I'm in Atlanta. I don't know what he told you, but I'm sober now.

Been sober for a while. I got five years now.

I'd like to see him, make amends.

Um, he told me long ago never to call him and I'm respecting that,

so I'm calling you to... to get him a message.

How did you get my number?

It's a modern world. I'm an industrious man.

Men like me get numbers.

Well, lose this one.

Hey, baby, I found a spot.

I found a spot. I found a spot. Let's pack up.

Okay, oh, how I do love a picnic.

Okay, my little churrins, Mama is off to China...

Land of rice, textiles, and no black people.

Have a safe flight, Ma. Enjoy the dogs.

That is an urban myth.

Google would beg to differ.

All right, Cam, going on a run.

If I'm not back in an hour, I'm either dead or kidnapped.

Chen, would you mind if I actually had a quick second with Ma?

Good luck in the first round. Go ham, Cam.

The more buckets you drop, the more of my sneakers you sell,

the richer we both get.

Hey, amen to that.

Baby, can you believe it? I am off to China.

If my grandparents could see me now. This is crazy.

Ma, I know you said that this topic was off-limits,

but M-Chuck not knowing who her dad is

has got her really jammed up.

When we were kids, we didn't ask because

you said you weren't gonna give us any answers.

But we're not kids anymore.

And it's cruel for you to keep that from her.

Do you not love her enough to just tell her who her dad is?

Step right over there.

Why do we gotta step over there?

Well, since you're out here telling everybody to tell the truth,

why don't you step away from the car and step over here

where you hear it?

Ma, we... we don't got to do this now.

- We can do it when you get back. - Nah, fuck that.

Let's go.

Ma, don't get like this.

Shut up and listen to what you're demanding to now know.

I was 15.

I drove with my friends to a party on Long Island.

I shouldn't have went, but I did.

I drank.

I got separated from my friends.

I got driven to another party.

At that party, a bunch of boys ran a train on me.

What?

I was raped

by a bunch of boys.

Nobody that I knew before then.

But your sister was conceived that night.

Oh, my God.

Ain't no time for no huggy shit.

I can't tell her who her father is

because I don't even know who was in the fucking room.

- I'm sorry. - I'm not.

You mess with life, life messes with you.

I shouldn't have snuck off to Long Island

thinking I was all that, thinking I was the shit.

I shouldn't have drank that much liquor.

I shouldn't have trusted boys that I didn't know.

But you know what? I made my peace with it

and that peace is never talking about it.

And this is the last time that I will.

Did you report it to the police?

I mean, did they ever try to find out who...

Oh, my God.

You know, you're funny. You know that?

You are really funny.

Son, you are talented,

driven, and now deservedly rich.

But when you poor and you look like me

and lived where I lived,

what gets done to you and how

don't matter to nobody.

Fuck, it can't even matter to me

or else I will fall apart.

Told you you didn't want to know.

But now you do.

Do with it what you will,

but don't ever fucking tell me that I don't love my daughter.

As long as I'm on this piece-of-shit Earth,