Raymond & Ray

Who's there?

-Raymond. -"Raymond" who?

How many Raymonds do you know, Ray?

Our father is dead.

By his own hand?

No, not by his own-- He was sick, for Chrissake.

Can I come in?

Put the gun away, Ray. You know I don't like guns.

Then you shouldn't knock on people's doors in the middle of the night.

Well, I tried to call, but your phone was dead.

I'm behind on bills.

You want something to drink?

Coffee.

Coffee.

When was I last here? Three years?

After Athena's surgery.

That'd be five.

Really? Shit.

So, who called you about the old man?

I mean, who even talks to him anymore?

Reverend West, his pastor.

Harris has a pastor? Are you shitting me?

Yeah. His last wish was that his sons attend his funeral.

It's tomorrow, Ray. Outside of Richmond.

You don't have to go.

He's dead. He'll never know.

You're a very tender man, you know that?

So what's your plan?

I'll leave early, before dawn, but, I can't alone.

I don't have a license, Ray.

I got a DUI.

I had two beers.

The first time I've been pulled over in 20 years.

I had to drive here tonight 'cause I couldn't reach you,

but if I get stopped, I could be in deep shit.

Why doesn't your wife just drive you?

We're on the rocks.

She left me in December.

Ho, ho, ho.

Why did you say "by his own hand" before?

Why would he kill himself?

I guess I just always thought he would.

Such a bitter son of a bitch. Frustrated.

Everything he touched turned to shit.

Just thought he'd put himself to sleep one day.

I fantasized about it my whole childhood,

him putting a gun in his mouth and blowing off the top of his head.

Jesus.

You're really gonna go?

After the things he did to you?

You still working at the plant?

No. Fired.

For what?

I don't know. Some altercation.

"Altercation"? Fancy.

If I asked the other guy, would he use that word?

It's difficult for him to speak with no teeth and all.

What was it about?

Nothing.

What was it about, Ray?

He used the N-word. I told him not to. It escalated.

What are you doing for work now?

Construction. Here and there.

I have two days this week,

which is another great reason to skip a funeral.

I saw a woman leaving earlier. She a keeper?

You playing any gigs?

Nah, I haven't played a gig in forever.

Why not? You're sounding good.

I don't play anymore.

I heard you when I was knocking on the door.

-No. -I heard it.

I don't have any horns anymore. Sold 'em.

You sold your horns?

It's okay.

No work and no horns? Sounds like dicey territory.

I'm fine. Still clean, going on seven years.

Wow, that's great. I'm proud of you.

What, is this where we hug?

-Hug this. -Oh, fuck.

You know, he does have other wives.

You can get them to go.

Nah.

Remember that Serbian woman? Branka.

Branka-- Wow. Good memory. Shit, she was hot.

I must have jerked off to her a hundred times and so did you.

-No, I was too busy getting laid. -You're full of shit.

-How did he get himself women like that? -He could be funny when he wanted to be.

Does whipping our asses with his belt count as funny?

'Cause if it does, he was a hoot.

Ray.

I wanna be there.

Not because he asked, but because I want to.

I wanna know what it looks like to put him underground,

what it feels like.

But I'm scared it's gonna kick my ass.

Come with me.

J-- Wait one second.

Really, is that necessary?

You never know.

Keys-- You got it.

Where are we?

'Bout a hour and a half out.

I was having a dream I was in a natural history museum.

There was one of those theater-like windows.

Remember those?

The naked cavemen killing a man with-- Your mom used to take us.

No. That was your mom.

My mom hated that place. Said it gave her the creeps.

No. Didn't your mom…

Maybe you're right. Anyway…

I'm in the museum and Dad-- Harris is one of the prehistoric men.

Yeah.

So I'm tryna break the glass, tryna get him out, tryna free him.

But I look down, and… I'm naked too, like the other cavemen.

What do you think it means?

Means it's gonna take a whole lot more than a hole in the ground

to get the old man out of your head.

It's hard to imagine him as a little boy.

His father was a monster to him. We repeat.

-We don't have to. -Yeah, but we do.

It's the law of the land.

Were you a monster to your boy?

Hey-- I'm sorry.

Hello? Reverend West?

How are you?

Yeah, we're on the road. Do we come straight to you, or…

All right.

You can give him this number.

-That it for you? -Yep.

-It's a cool store. -Thanks.

Is it yours?

Yeah, right. Do I look like a boss lady to you?

Yeah, you sure do.

It's like most girls in the South.

-So, like, I decided to rebel a little. -Really?

That is amazing.

What was that about in there?

Nothing.

They just come to you, don't they?

Like flies to shit.

Reverend West called.

How long have they even known each other?

I mean, Dad died alone, I bet.

This guy just stepped in to make it all a little less desperate and depressing.

And this is what the end looks like when you've alienated everyone.

And now they've called us in to be the shills.

You don't have any good memories of him?

I have some. I wish I didn't.

Why?

Hello? Raymond.

This is Mr. Canfield from Remembrance Funeral Homes.

Oh, yes. Hi.

First off, let me say that I am very sorry for your loss.

Well, thank you.

I met your father briefly a couple of years ago,

when he was making arrangements.

Very charismatic. A sensitive soul.

My condolences.

What kind of arrangements?

He wanted to have an open casket.

That requires embalming, of course, and we need to start on that right away

if we want to have an early afternoon viewing,

which is what he requested.

Okay.

The thing is, your father prepaid for the casket and the headstone

and a deposit on the embalming, but he never paid the balance.

-I know in this difficult moment it's-- -How much is it?

-I'm sorry? -That's my brother, Ray.

Here.

Nice to meet you, sir. I'm sorry for your loss.

How much is it?

All in, with taxes, it's $475, and that includes cosmetic work.

You talking 'bout makeup?

Yes. We would like to prepare him so that the experience is as rewarding--

Yeah, that's a bullshit expense. We don't need that.

We don't need to see him.

Excuse me, I didn't catch that.

Please, go ahead with it. We'll settle up when we get there.

Also, a Mr. Mendez, your father's attorney,

called earlier to see how things were going.

-And I will text you his number now. -Okay, thank you very much.

See you soon.

Harris's attorney?

I mean, $500? Can you afford that?

No, but we only do this funeral once.

-Let's do it right. -But I can't afford it.

-I'm not gonna pay. -I'll do it, Ray.

Is that all right with you?

Jesus Christ.

Put it on speaker.

Max Mendez.

Yes. Mr. Mendez, my name's Raymond.

My father was Ben Harris.

-Yes. I'm very sorry for your loss. -Thank you.

Your father was an exemplary man. A very charming man too.

Yeah, he will be missed. I am sure of it.

You wanted to talk with us?

Yes. Unfortunately, I have another client waiting for me.

Could you come by a little later? There are some things to go over.