Casual

Previously on "Casual"...

- How's Dad? We should think about what to do with his ashes.

- Maybe we should just bury him in my backyard.

Please join me in celebrating the life

of Charles Cole.

Oh, fuck that!

She disappears without a word,

and now she wants to play grieving widow?

"Please bring your father."

She can't have his ashes,

'cause we murdered him.

We did the dirty work.

She can't take that from us.

Come gather 'round.

You know, this is hard for me, too.

Sometimes I just want to call you and tell you everything,

and then I remember that I shouldn't.

- Just because we don't live together

doesn't mean we can't talk.

Save my seat.

- I know Charles would have been overjoyed

to see such a collection of friends and family.

Where are your shoes?

Check your bag.

You didn't.

For him to take me in,

a single, pregnant woman,

and raise my daughter as his own,

and for that our family will be eternally grateful.

Nope. No.

- But... - No.

Fine.

What do you think their deal is?

- What, two men of vastly different sizes

and social experiences can't play pool together?

- I think the shorter one is the tall one's

very lifelike marionette.

Mm, that feels right.

Ooh, here we go. Easy money.

- No. - Yeah, yeah.

- She's a shark. - No way. How can you tell?

- Because look at the callus on her thumb.

- What? That could be from guitar, video games,

or erotic rope play.

Whoa, did you... Did you just see...

Did you see that? That was amazing.

She just sunk two balls like...

How long you gotta practice to do that?

What do you think?

Erotic rope play?

- Yeah, it's a hobby, and you get a callus and...

Fuck off. - Yeah.

All right, here we go.

Eh. Eh? What eh?

They're drunk, they're bad,

they're properly proportioned, they're perfect.

All right, fine, you talk.

- I will. Hello.

My sister and I were wondering if you'd be interested

in a little game of two-on-two for stakes.

- Yeah. - What kinda stakes?

Well, if you win,

a round of drinks on me and...

this is very exciting.

47.

- 67. - $67.

- And if you win? - I get your shoes.

No.

- Okay. - That's fair.

- We tried. - That was fair. Okay.

We'll find better.

- You know what was cool? - What?

- Was in the Wild West, if you didn't like your life,

you just changed your hat and your boots,

and you'd ride to the next town

and, bam, you're a whole new person.

- That feels slightly glamorized and not reflective of reality,

but okay.

- Okay, so you could be enslaved or scalped or,

I don't know, tortured in some obscure historical way

that I don't even know about, but...

at least it was possible.

- And you think you can't do that now?

Okay, maybe, maybe.

You know, if you pay off all your credit cards,

erase your computer,

buy a one-way ticket to someplace far away.

Yeah, I guess... I guess maybe people do it.

Yeah.

Yeah?

You can't erase it all.

Think about it, every purchase you've ever made,

every picture you've ever shared,

your messages, your comments.

All these facts that are etched

in this thing, this network,

and barring some catastrophic failure,

they'll follow you... I mean, follow us

wherever we go, even after we die.

Wow.

Our Facebook profiles are gonna outlive us.

- Yeah, that's why it's so important

to like the right stuff.

I'm gonna go have a cigarette.

You don't smoke.

- Hey, there any chance you got a...

Sorry. - It's okay.

- Thank you. Great, thanks.

Thank you.

This doesn't look right, does it?

It's affected, like I'm doing a thing, huh?

I don't know.

I never met you before.

Maybe that's just how you look.

This girl, Anne-Marie Ness,

she starred in all the school plays.

She smoked Merit Ultra Lights.

Sometimes I'd go smoke with her.

Like... like I just thought

maybe her aura would rub off on me.

She-she's in retail now.

I work in retail.

- There's nothing wrong with retail.

It's great.

Everything okay?

Yeah, right? Tell me about it.

- My fantasy baseball team sucks.

Three of my pitchers are injured,

my closer's got a dead arm.

It's infuriating.

And you do all this research, too.

SABR, WAR. Who's undervalued?

Who-who's primed and ready to break out?

It's...

It just really sucks to care, you know?

Are you addicted now?

Should we get some vapes?

- No, I'm gonna head home to Laura.

- What? No. - Yeah.

- I was kidding about the vapes. Fuck vapes.

Here.

- What am I supposed to do with this?

Whatever you want.

It's your dad.

Hey.

Sorry.

Just a lot to deal with right now.

- Let's do a night out in Burbank.

- No. - Yes.

Yes.

This is where we came from.

This is the land of our roots.

Not a chance.

- Val, we could be anywhere in the world right now.

Seoul, Vienna, Rio.

Fuck, I wish it was Rio.

But we're here, in Burbank, with him,

so let's see it one last time

and spread his ashes and be free.

Please.

- No, nothing good happens in Burbank.

- I know, that's why you can't make me do this alone.

- God, I hate you. - Good.

Put that in your purse and let's go.

Can we get a check?

- This has to be a health code violation, right?

If an inspector comes,

just say it's a bag of powdered sugar.

Do you think they'll buy it?

- Honestly, I think this whole hypothetical situation

is pretty unlikely.

Oh, my God.

This is so good.

How many are you gonna eat?

I'm gonna eat all of them.

Dad would be proud.

Dad was a selfish asshole

who also had diabetes.

- That never stopped him from enjoying a donut.

Until now.

- Hey. - Hmm?

- Don't rush him. Let him savor it.

- Alex. - Hmm?

- Eat the fucking donut. - Mm.

I remember looking at this display case

when we were kids.

All the colors and sprinkles,

and then I'd look at myself and think,

what in the fuck is wrong with you?

Why can't you stop?

But you did stop.

I was really fat.

You...

You used to clip the doorway when you'd enter a room.

Okay.

- Like you couldn't totally navigate yourself.

- There's something really demoralizing

about not having control over your body.

It's like living with constant waking sleep paralysis.

Fuck.