Red Oaks

So have you talked to Karen?

Hmm?

Well, sometimes people just grow apart.

At least drink your juice.

You look nice.

Oh. Thanks, sweetie.

I've got my real estate license exam today,

so wish me luck.

You don't need it, Mom.

You're going to do great.

Sam: Come on, buddy.

We got to go. We'll be late.

Okay, well...

Listen, you know it's been a tough summer.

Your father and I want you to know

that if you ever need to talk to anyone,

we're here. Okay?

And change is good. Right?

For all of us.

Come on.

- Okay, Bye-bye. - Let's go.

Sam: Geez-Louise. Okay.

Well, get them from Other Expenses.

Look... No, no, no. Not in that file.

Like two or three below.

Here, give them to me. Give them to me.

Thank you.

- - All right.

This is what I'm looking for.

- - Fine. Call them and...

David, would you get the phone, please?

I don't know where their...

Certified public accountant.

Wheeler: Dude, you look fucking miserable.

I just drove past you.

I asked you for spreadsheets...

- Where are you? - Just come outside. I'm outside, baby.

Let's go. Let's party. I'm here to rescue you.

Don't they know this is America?

You have some old tax returns of theirs?

Wheeler: Dude.

What are you doing with Getty's car?

Ah, just getting it washed.

Figured I'd make a little detour, see how you're doing.

- Nice. - So?

How's it working for your pops?

Remember the scene in Apocalypse Now

when Martin Sheen loses his shit

in a Saigon hotel?

That bad?

- Yeah. - Okay.

I heard Barry decided not to press charges.

Mm-hmm. Only on the condition

I pay for the camera he claims got busted

when I hit him. Between that,

paying for the cake that got trashed,

and some other damages,

I'm pretty much wiped out.

The money I saved all summer? Gone.

Me, too.

What about the money you made dealing?

Went to repay Ganz,

plus I had to, uh, sell my car.

The Trans?

The Trans Am.

- How's Misty? - Oh, boy.

She hasn't talked to me since she found out

about all that shit. Coke stuff.

I'm sorry.

What are you going to do?

- What about you and Karen? - Nothing.

It's terrible. It's not good.

You still thinking about getting a place in the city?

I can't afford it, not without that bonus Getty promised me.

I'm stuck here.

This sucks.

No. No, no, no, no. Fuck our attitudes, man.

We're a bunch of crybabies.

I'm not letting you give up.

I'm not giving up. I'm just being realistic.

You're being a pussy, and it ends now.

You're going to get in this car.

We're going to drive to the club.

You're going to find Getty,

and you're gonna ask for your job back.

Hell, you fucking beg if you have to.

You really think it'll work?

No. No way.

But you got to at least try.

That's what life is, man. It's a game...

David, come on. Enough chitchat.

It's time to get back to work.

Very good to see you, Mr. Myers.

My, uh, stepfather says hello.

How are you? David, let's go.

Okay.

Come on.

I'm sorry.

I'm sorry.

You all right?

David, where are you going?

David.

Mr. Getty?

What the hell do you want?

My old job back.

Why? Season's over.

Not quite. There's one week left,

which means we don't have much time

to get your ready for the club tennis championship.

- I'm ready. - With all due respect, sir.

I don't believe you are.

I see that your tennis elbow has flared up again,

which tells me you're pro-netting during your serve

and that your timing is off

so you're hitting the ball too late.

Nobody knows your game like I do.

You need me. And I need that bonus.

Okay.

See you on the court.

Aah!

Go.

- Nice. -

Yeah.

- - Ship: Aloha.

Where's Wheeler?

All right. I don't know, dude.

Hey, does anybody know where Wheeler is?

All right, just keep coming up.

That's fine. Just a little farther up.

Hey, Misty.

Just wait. Can you talk?

I'm late for work. What?

Listen, I just want to let you know

I sold my Trans Am to pay off my, uh,

coke supplier,

so I can't give you a lift home

unless you want to, you know, go with my mom

and my brother and sister, which wouldn't be that cool.

No, I'm fine. I'll get another ride. Thanks.

Hey, wait. Um,

Ganz offered me a chance to work off what I owed him,

but I said no. I'm done.

No more selling coke.

From now on, just sticking to weed.

Why'd you do it in the first place?

For the money.

And to impress you. I mean, Jesus Christ,

I just wanted you to think I was cool.

I can think of a million better ways.

I thought you were a smart guy.

I am a smart guy.

Fuck.

Hey, what did you decide about community college?

Classes start in two weeks.

Awesome.

What about you?

What are you doing this fall?

Actually, funny enough,

you inspired me to give school another try.

So thank you.

Seriously?

Don't get me wrong.

I still think higher education

is mostly a scam invented by the futon industry,

- but... - Yeah. Right.

it beats sticking around here.

It's not so bad.

- All right, well... -

Spirits?

Yeah? Shim-shim-shimmy?

So first you start with the waves.

Waves. Up and up and up.

Other side.

Kind of sing your praises of the birds.

And shimmy.

Shimmy, shimmy, shimmy, shimmy,

shimmy, shimmy, shimmy.

There you girls go.

You girls are so good at this.

All right, girls, go get some free ice cream up there.

Go, go, go. Good job, everyone.

- - Yay!

Go ahead, boys.

You guys can go get some ice cream.

- Hi. - Hey.

How are you?

Fine. You?

Yeah. Uh, good.

Barry decided not to press charges.

I figured you probably had something to do with that,

so thanks.

Yeah. You're welcome.

Uh, it's been weird not talking.

I know.

Maybe a good thing, you know?

Gave me time to think about the stuff

you said about me needing to grow up.

I was just upset.

Yeah, but not wrong.

I do need to grow up.