My Dead Dad

Hi, Daddy!

Hi, papi!

Lucas, you want some? Ah...

- Mm, you want a bite? - Look.

Oh, my gosh, look how... that kid!

- - Where is he?

- - Lucas, ven aquí, papi.

Ah! Let's play, Daddy.

- You're gonna break my stuff! - Get ou...

- -

- - What's up!

Andy fucking Roy right here.

I'm here with the Reno fucking Rats!

- -

Reno Rats, motherfucker!

- Hey, Lucas! - Daddy's home!

- Reno Rats! - Yeah!

Yeah!

Who started this crew? Who got the crew together?

Lucas!

- - We're not gonna be in Reno long now.

Let's get out of here, Lucas!

Shit, hold on for fucking dear life!

- Oh, shit. -

Yo, hey, Lucas, you okay, man?

- Hey. - That's it, dude.

That's it.

- Yeah, Lucas... - Dude...

- One more. - Call it a day.

Lucas, we can just come back another day.

Let's call it, man.

I'm not leaving till I get this.

You've got one more, and we're out of here.

- - Hey, Lucas.

Lucas.

For real.

Dude, yo, he's done today.

Hey, put the camera down and help us.

- Hold on. - Lucas?

- You all right, bro? - Lucas.

- -

Lucas!

Do you want some water or tea or some oatmeal?

No, I'm good, thank you.

You sure you don't want some oatmeal?

What's up, Mom?

You're acting weird.

Your dad passed yesterday.

- Is that it? Can I go now? - Don't do that, Lucas.

You want me to be more sad or less sad?

I feel like the second somebody dies,

everybody acts like they were some saint or something.

You never had anything good to say about him growing up.

Like, if we even talked about him.

You know, when you were a kid, we explained things to you in kid terms,

but it's not that black and white.

There was so much more to the story than you know.

Okay.

How'd he die?

Lung cancer.

Nice.

Your Uncle Tommy went to the estate lawyer.

And, um, your dad left everything to you.

Oh, my God, the fucking deadbeat dude.

I don't want any of his stuff.

- Can you please just ask Uncle Tommy to take care of it? - No.

All of the apartments are in your name.

What apartments?

Ugh, yeah, yeah, hold on.

Hey, uh, I'm sorry to knock so loud, Lucas,

but I didn't know if you were in or not.

Yeah, I'm... I'm in. Sleeping.

-Oh, yeah, I'm sorry... I'm sorry to wake you. -Nah.

But I just thought that we would get the day started.

Um...

Do you remember me at all, kid?

No, sorry.

Okay, I met you a few times when you would come to visit

your father when you were little.

I guess you were too young.

Yeah.

You still got the same baby face.

- Yeah. -

Well, okay. You know, enough reminiscing.

I just thought that, you know, I would take you out,

we'd make the rounds and introduce you to all the tenants.

- Yeah. - I'm the groundskeeper slash superintendent.

Well, I kind of work better alone, so...

- You work... - Listen, I appreciate this whole "father figure",

"help me out" thing, but I'm good, thanks.

- You're good? - Yeah.

Okay. You know what?

I'll be around if you need me.

- See ya, kid. - Oh, um, hey, what's the deal with me selling the place?

- In terms of what? - Selling the place.

I want to sell the place.

Well...

first, you have to go through all your father's stuff.

Make sense of it all.

Is there like a 30-day notice I gotta give everyone?

All the tenants?

So they can go away?

Yeah, your pops, he said you would be like this.

Haven't seen him in ten years. Did he tell you that?

- I'll see you around, Baby Face. - Hey, don't call me that.

That's... that's not my nickname.

See you around, Baby Face.

[man speaking Spanish over PA]

Yo, what up?

- What up, bro? - Um, is, uh, Kieffer here?

Yeah, if you're looking for Guala Boy

to sign something for you, it's not gonna be a good day.

Yo, what the fuck?

Lucas!

Damn!

- It's so fucking good to see you. - What's up, big boy?

Yeah, eh, eh, Cosmo says you live here now.

Ah, no, I don't.

I mean, for now I guess I do, but...

He says you're rich now, bro.

Inherited a mansion from your dad,

gonna set up some skate park where that pool used to be.

Bro, don't listen to anything Cosmo ever says in his life.

Four tres, blood.

Fuck Cosmo. Eh, I want you to see something.

My first pro deck.

- Ooh... - Eh, what you think?

- - That's awesome.

They let your boy do the graphics and everything on that.

- Yeah, I can tell. -

Eh, you want one? They gave me a bunch.

Yo, yo, yo.

You're the guy from Reno Rats.

Reno Rats! I knew I recognized him.

- Hey, Lucas! Varela! - Varela! Yo!

Look, Reno Rats Two, like, we still have that on the VHS,

- Put that on the VCR. - It's in the back.

- Eh, eh, that tape is dirty, bro, for real. - You're amazing.

- Eh, that was the best tape ever. - That one was fucked up.

Damn, dude, I barely recognized you.

What do you do? You still skate?

Nah, I don't really do any of that shit anymore.

Mm, fuck!

Honestly didn't take you to be a skater.

You seem more like a rollerblader to me.

Well, I'm not either.

Then what's that?

Don't worry about it.

Sorry, I didn't mean to...

I was just... I was just being a dick.

Teach me a trick.

Yeah, that's gonna be a no from me, dawg.

You don't think I can skate 'cause I'm a girl?

- Is that what it is? - No.

I just don't think you can skate period.

Come on, just teach me.

Come on.

Oh, boy, all right.

- I knew you would. - Get on.

Okay, ready?

Pull me.

- Come on, pull me. - No.

Pull me!

Faster. Come on, pull me, bitch!

Come on.

Come on! Faster!

Faster! Okay, now let go, let go.

I'm doing it!

Uh, just keep it... keep it elevated.

I broke my wrist a bunch of times.

- You just gotta, like... - Can we please talk about something else?

Like, anything else.

-Yeah. Yeah, yeah, sorry. -Thank you.

So, uh, what do you do for work?

I, um... I sell vintage.

- Sell vintage? - Mm-hmm.

Yeah, like, I buy vintage clothes and then I sell them.

Unless I really like them. Then I keep 'em for myself.

So you basically shop for yourself for a living, as a job?

Kind of, I guess.

That's cool.

That's awesome.

You know, you don't have to stay here.