Casual

Previously on "Casual"...

Hey. So, um, I talked to Dad. - Mm-hmm.

And he said he'd pay

for half of my tattoo removal

if you paid for the other half.

Really?

I just think that's something

that you should have talked to me about first.

Why would you lie to me about the tattoo?

Because I'm a teenager.

If you want it removed,

you can earn the money yourself.

All of it.

Fine.

- What am I supposed to do with this?

Whatever you want.

It's your dad.

- Let's do a night out in Burbank.

This is where we came from.

This is the land of our roots,

so let's see it one last time

and spread his ashes and be free.

- Dad, you were less than perfect,

but you were there.

I don't hate you,

and I hope you find your peace.

It was unkind,

what you did to Valerie.

I don't know if you're lonely.

I assume you must be.

But telling her about some secret father

isn't gonna bring her back to you.

Not just a father.

A brother too.

A half brother just like you.

What is normal, anyway?

Right? Whose standard are we using?

I feel normal.

Normal enough.

I mean, 60 years ago,

we gave "abnormal" people shock therapy,

and now we hold parades with them.

Wonderful, colorful parades

full of happiness and joy, and who's to say

some day they won't throw a parade for me?

Do you want a parade?

- Of course not. Nobody would show up.

I'm just saying, it's a continuum.

It's a sliding scale.

- And you're happy with where you're at on that scale.

Yeah, I feel good.

I mean, that's not to say that I'm fixed.

That would imply that I was broken,

and I'm definitely not broken.

I just feel ready.

You're ready.

- Yeah, to move forward. To move on.

To... move forward.

To move on? To move on.

To move forward.

Right. Um, okay.

You just killed your father.

You found out that your sister's your half sister

and that she has another half brother.

- Mm, yeah, I'm not sure how I feel

about using the word "kill."

It's more like I was

death's assistant, hmm?

His right-hand man.

Look, I'm fine.

I've got a pitch lined up.

Leon and I are getting ribs later.

I feel good.

I feel really, really good.

Okay.

Well, if you change your mind,

door's always open.

- Hey, maybe you and I should get ribs sometime.

- I'll bill you for our sessions.

Cool.

- Yes, no, I hear you, and I'm coming in

right now, Lacey,

and we can talk all about it, okay?

It's open.

No, that wasn't to you.

Uh, but I'll be there soon, okay?

Bye.

Oh, Leon, you're a lifesaver.

You're an absolute fucking lifesaver.

Okay, watch your head.

The movers are gonna be here between 10:00 and 12:00,

but who knows?

They also said I'd have a table two weeks ago.

Are you sure this is okay?

- Y-yes. No, you're doing me a favor.

- They're doing construction outside my apartment.

Oh, that's great. Okay, good. You're welcome.

I... I think the table's gonna really

bring the room together, don't you?

I mean, I'm using this, um,

sustainably harvested wood, all reclaimed.

I'm not entirely sure what it means, but...

it feels good to help.

That sounds lovely.

- Um, maybe you could text me some photos

when it's in?

I'll be sure to.

- A couple perspectives. Maybe three.

You don't have to go out to the patio.

Uh, is, um, Laura around?

Actually, no.

She's at work. - Oh.

All right, have the best time.

Thank you, Leon.

Yeah, no worries.

Bye.

Each week, we'll meet here,

and you'll be driven

to high foot traffic locations.

Home Depots are popular.

Best Buy.

I'm a Ralphs guy myself.

Shifts are eight hours,

and you'll be given one or two

different ballot initiatives.

Big Sooners fan?

What?

Was there a question?

Uh, yeah.

Um, compensation-wise,

what are we looking at?

You know, 'cause the Craigslist ad

said up to two grand a week.

That's certainly possible.

- All right, 'cause I... I have a monetary goal

that I'm kind of working toward.

It's, uh, 65 a signature.

Dollars?

Cents.

These are ballot props,

not credit card applications.

Did it come?

No, not yet.

- Ugh, delivery people are the worst.

- Just the snooty ones. - Well, true.

The family-run ones with the illegal immigrants

who are just trying to make a life for themselves

but are too afraid to step out in public

for fear of deportation are great.

My brother-in-law was a delivery guy,

and he used to just pee on the floor for no reason.

That's, uh...

That's awful. - Yeah, it was.

But he was just a raging alcoholic

whose liver basically exploded at a Cracker Barrel.

- Jesus. - I know.

Cracker Barrels are also the worst.

Where are Tom and Lacey?

Oh, they're running late.

- It's like "The Hunger Games" out there.

Only no one looks like Liam Hemsworth.

Maybe Luke Hemsworth.

- There's no such thing as a "Luke Hemsworth."

- I mean, what happened to all the jobs

that were promised to my generation?

- That's the generation before yours.

The only thing you get is blame for national apathy.

Ugh.

- Hey, if you're really that desperate,

donate your body to medical research.

I guess I could sell my eggs.

They're fresh as they'll ever be.

- I'm telling you, those studies kept me afloat before Snooger.

Here, I found this in literally eight seconds.

"Wanted, sexually active teens

between 15 and 19."

$1,500 a pop.

Shit, really?

Yep. Come on, I'll drive you.

Least I can do for your generation.

I mean, it's obvious.

It's not obvious,

because it's not true.

- He got a Samsung. Who gets a Samsung?

- 61 million people in the U. S., to be exact.

- He's only doing this so none of our technology syncs,

and his pervy little messages don't pop up on my iPad.

- I simply prefer the Android operating system.

To cheat with.

- The phone is customizable, it's waterproof,

and I can use whatever apps I want.

They explode in your fucking hands.

That's an urban myth. Okay, take it on a plane.

You'll end up on a terrorist watch list.

- That's a completely different model.

It...

Will you please tell her

that I didn't cheat?

- Lacey... - Wait.

Are you taking his side?