Paradise Cove

Look, baby!

Ocean.

Ah, ocean.

Oh, man.

Teach me how to surf, mommy!

We're not gonna be there that long.

How'ya do?

Here you go, man.

God bless.

Good luck.

Have a good one.

- Have a great day. - You too.

Happy new year!

Oh, Malibu.

Nice place to be homeless.

Look at these houses.

This is crazy.

Oh, man.

How did she score a place here?

This is it.

You ready?

- Mr. Bannett. - Hi.

Hi.

You're so lucky, you know the fire was contained,

so there's no structural damage.

It's got great bones.

And of course, you can't beat the location.

I know a couple of developers who would jump all over this.

Oh, thank you, but uh, we're actually gonna do

the work ourselves.

Oh.

Well, we need to clear the brush.

Yeah, let's just uh, let's just worry about the inside.

Okay, well, best of luck.

- Thank you. - Thank you.

Uh, quick question, what...

Okay.

Okay, here we go.

God, it was never this bad.

Honey, don't.

When you said we could live on site,

you didn't mention the smell.

This may be the best thing my mother ever gifted me.

That is a $6-million-view.

But what's the land worth?

Oh my God.

Oh my God.

Ugh.

We just stick to the plan, okay?

No more flipping row-houses.

We build our dream home, we have kids, we retire.

But what if we can't sell it right away?

Really?

I'm sorry, have you... have you met that view?

Again with the view.

Is that all you got?

Mom, I'm home.

Hey.

Should have tried harder.

Babe, don't.

Even if you'd found her the right facility,

she wouldn't have gone.

I know it's hard, honey.

When my mom died, I cried in the shower for a year.

I love you so much.

I love you, too.

Hey, Gary.

Come here, baby.

I'm sorry, Gary, your mom's a loser.

Oh, you're my baby.

Hey!

I'm Joan, if you need anything, just let me know.

Okay, thank you.

I just got these in.

Hand-blown.

My customers rave about them.

From south of the border.

What do you think?

Oh yeah, that works.

- Okay. - Okay.

I'll take two of these please.

Well, thank you, my wife's gonna love 'em.

Yeah, yeah.

Alright, stick it in.

Oh, right.

And I need to see your I.D.

Right, yeah of course, sorry.

Here you go.

So you're the guy that just moved into the house

on Paradise Cove?

I'm the guy.

Have you met Bree yet?

Uh, Bree who?

You know what, take another bottle of this on the house.

Really?

Welcome to the neighbourhood.

Thank you.

Honey?

What the hell?

They're beautiful, but...

You're welcome.

You were gonna get lucky any way.

You really didn't have to.

Okay, well, I'll just take 'em back.

I'll send 'em back to Turkey.

- You need more. - No, no, I'm good.

Oh, come on, keep going.

No one likes a quitter.

- Alright. - Move.

I'll give you just... just enough to match me.

Alright, that's good.

- That's good. - How about...

That's good.

You don't have to do anything.

Mmm.

No more for the night.

Mmm.

Hear that?

It's like living on a boat.

Yeah.

Hello.

- Hi. - Hi.

More eggs than a hen house.

Yeah, more targets.

- Hmm. - Mhmm.

Wanna hit my target?

I do.

Can't beat this view.

Well, listen um,

you can always put up "No Trespassing" signs.

Does that work?

Uh, it depends on who you are.

Look, normally with the homeless,

half of them are on drugs,

and the other half are out of their minds.

The city does nothing.

They wanna give them access.

Got nowhere else to put them.

But Bree is different.

Yeah, she's lived here a long time.

Well, we live here now.

Yeah, and we're about to do a major renovation.

Yeah, well, you are always free to uh, clean up

your own property.

Night, folks.

Excuse me.

- Thank you. - Yeah, thanks.

- Watch your head. - Yep.

Oh boy, good luck.

Honey, what are you doing?

Well, I'm cleaning up our own property.

Alright.

It's not too much stuff to remove.

What the hell?

Who took my stuff?

Criminals!

Shit!

That must be the lady.

What?

Well, I don't wanna go down there.

Oh.

Go deal with her please.

I can't.

Alright, alright.

Babe.

Hey.

So uh, this is a... a private beach.

I know.

I got married on this beach.

Supposed to be access points all along here,

but beach hoarders don't like to share the sand.

So they go out of their way lock entrances and post signs

just to keep trespassers off the beach.

Ever since the railroad barons stole it from the Chumash,

Malibu's been trying to keep out interlopers.

But if history teaches us nothing,

you can't...

You can't... you can't own nature's bounty.

Ocean eats away at everything.

I'm only 22 years old.

Look, just so you know,

there's gonna be a lot of people working here.

Ah, the hubris of building on the temporary.

Rising sea levels, erosion, wild fires.

Even the hills could come down on you at any moment.

And where does the pigeon decide to build his nest?

But it's the fragility that makes it valuable.

And you wanna build your identity around owning

this fragile thing,

but your identity is the most fragile thing

that you own.

You just... you can't live in a construction zone.

Aren't you staying?

Yeah, but the point is it's just... it's not safe.

Hmm, now you sound like your mother, Knox.

You know, it's funny, Patricia never mentioned having a son.

How was she, in the end?

Desperate, isolated, lonely.

It was sad that she never got the help she needed.

Suffering alone like that.