[Waylon Jennings' "Rainy Day Woman" playing]
* *
- * Oh, rainy day woman *
* I never seem to see you for the good times *
* Or the sunshine *
* You have been a friend of mine, rainy day woman *
* That woman of mine, she ain't happy *
* Till she finds something wrong *
* And someone to blame *
* If it ain't one thing, it's another one on the way *
* Woke up this morning to the sunshine *
* It sure has hell looks just like rain *
* I know where to go on a cloudy day *
- Okay, Aunt Sue,
we've got enough frybread to feed an army.
Can we stop now?
- Reagan, we're almost out of dough.
- But we've been cooking all day.
I'm wasting my youth. - [chuckles]
Your brother Curtis graduated from high school.
It's a big deal.
- Yeah, 'cause it took him six years.
- Go take the cakes out of the fridge.
- This party's bigger than Ozzfest.
We barely did anything for your 40th.
- I was on my bike trip to Maine.
And I don't need a lot of attention.
- But seriously, do we ever get to celebrate you?
- Make a big deal of me at my funeral.
Until then, keep cooking.
- * Oh, rainy day woman *
[indistinct PA announcement]
- Hey, Reagan.
- Should I take the next shift?
- She's gone, honey.
[melancholy music]
* *
- Thank you, Uncle.
Right. Aunt Sue asked to be buried in the family plot
with a "celebration of life" reception afterward
at the casino.
And Terry agreed to close it for the day
to honor her. - Damn!
We didn't even shut down
for the Northeast blackout of '03.
- We burned bingo cards in a trash can to keep warm,
but we kept going.
- Well, if we're gonna celebrate her
in a den of sin,
I need to do a reading from the Good Book.
all: [grumbling]
- Um, actually, Aunt Sue wasn't religious.
So as much as I'd love to stuff this event
full of prayer,
I think, you know, maybe we should honor her wishes.
- I'm sure your blessings will carry over
from the prayer you did to start this meeting.
- I painted Aunt Sue's portrait.
I'd really love to display it at her party.
- Oh. [clears throat]
Wow, Tommy... - Wow.
- That is just--wow. Right, Mom?
- It's wonderful. Thank you, Tom Tom.
We'll make sure to find a place for it, honey.
- We want to help too. Miss Sue loved the casino.
She was the best.
- She even dealt black jack
that one time when Sheila's water broke.
- Whatever you need. - Thanks.
I want this to be a celebration
of all of the things Aunt Sue loved, so...
we're gonna need an insane amount
of Buffalo Wild Wings
and to blast Bonnie Raitt at full volume.
[upbeat music]
* *
- Okay, and that is how you do
a perfect cat-eye on the go.
Before I sign off, always remember
my mom/best friend Jamie's motto--
[together] "Brows make or break a face,
so keep them sleek, never busted."
- Oh, my God.
That is so profesh.
Are you using a ring light or an actual halo?
Because you look like an angel.
- [clears throat] I appreciate your hobbies,
but we need to get back to work
and focus on the campaign.
The debate is in two months,
and we have to get people excited.
- I am laser-focused.
This video links to my campaign site.
Plus I tagged AOC and Meghan McCain,
chaotic queens on both sides. - That's a good start,
but we need to get you out on the streets
convincing folks why you should be mayor.
- Yeah, grassroots stuff-- shaking hands, kissing babies.
- Oh, I'm highly allergic to babies.
Can't I just do my thing?
I'm God-tier on social,
and my analytics speak for themselves.
- This isn't about likes. This is about votes.
And you get votes by convincing people
that you care about the same things they do.
For example, um, it's my opinion
that the album "Crash" by Dave Matthews
is more relevant than ever.
- Okay, this conversation took a weirdly wonderful turn.
I don't know why you brought that up.
We are so on the same page, Terry.
How have we not talked about this?
- Because I actively hate the Dave Matthews Band.
But you see?
We made an immediate connection and that's the key
to building a constituency.
- Okay, why you gotta hate on DMB?
Their whole message is love.
- I get it. But one question.
Who is Dave Matthew?
both: [laugh]
- Huh?
- This just came from Josh Carter.
[chuckles] Where were you?
- I was putting Tommy's painting in the garage.
It was creeping me out.
- Oh, Reagan, he's just trying to help.
Though the eyes do follow you.
- [chuckles]
So, saw you talking to Mavis.
Exactly how many people have been bugging you
about getting Aunt Sue's land?
- Ugh.
I can't count all the "long-lost relatives"
who suddenly want to "make sure I'm okay."
- [scoffs] It's so hard to get land out here.
- Mm-hmm.
- The scarcity makes people crazy.
Kind of like you on Black Friday.
- Brat.
- But it's your property now, Mom.
And you know I'll help you take care of anything you need.
- I can always count on you.
Thank you, sweetheart.
- I'm the only one who knows where Aunt Sue
buried all her guns.
- Right. - I'm dead serious.
It's like John Wick's basement over there.
- [whispers] What?
[light music]
- Hey. - Hey!
- That's for your mom. - Aww.
- And that's for you.
- Yes! - [chuckles]
Reags, put me to work.
I, like--I just-- I want to do something.
I want to help. - Amazing.
Can you please pick up the tablecloths
by 2:00 p.m. sharp?
I found a woman who makes Boston Bruins ones,
but she has to post her neighbor's bail by 2:30.
- Did you say 2:00 p.m. sharp?
Because I'll be there at 1:59. - Heck yeah.
I just really want to make it special.
Aunt Sue did so much for us, you know?
- She was the best. Truly.
And that frybread?
Legendary.
I used to bring home an extra piece
and sell it to Duz for 10 bucks.
- Oh. Speaking of "Duz,"
will you please text him back,
or, like, get an Instagram.
He just wants to know how you're doing.
- Of course. I will deal...with that.
It's just a lot to unpack with my family.
You don't worry about that.
You are my entire focus today.
[melodic car horn sounds]
- Hey, Curtis is here.
- Wait, is that Curtis?
I love that guy.
- Nathan... - What?
- I don't know, just--
My brother's-- don't let him take advantage.
And don't bail him out.
- Oh, come--
He lost his ATM card that one time.
- Oh, did he? - And if anybody got away
with something, it was me, because I got bro time,
chillin', and hang time, and you can't put a price on that.
- [scoffs] Okay.
- C-Dub! My man! What's up?
You know what?
I bet he's starving from that drive.
Curtis!
- Hey, man, what's up, brother? - Hey-ey!
- My sous chef has arrived.
- Check out what I got for ya.
- [laughs] All right.
- You look so great.
- Hey, Auntie Reagan.
- Oh, hey, Curtis.
So nice of you to show up after the meeting.
- Shit, we drove right here. Never stopped.
Which means baby girl needs some grub.
But you got that, right? - [sighs]
- You know what? I'll just-- I'll pick up some pizzas.
- No, we can't put you out like that, Nathan,
after everything you've done for my sis,
giving her your museum.
- Uh, it did not go down like that.
- But there's one thing I do want from you.
- 20 bucks! - 20 bucks you owe me, ay?
[laughter]
- Ah, take it.
- All right, sweet! - Yeah.
- Double it at the casino.
- [chuckles] - Oh, my God.
It's a private joke, goes back years.
'Cause it started--
I don't actually owe him 20 bucks,
that's why it's funny.
It's like, he doesn't actually...
- All right, about to meet the people,
ready to connect. Who's first?
- Here's a softball. What's your read on that guy?
- I'm gonna say an only child
in a sexless marriage,
but it wasn't always that way.
He wants to leave, but he's trapped
because she's the breadwinner and the kids' favorite.
- He's also wearing an "I Heart Fishing" shirt,
so maybe we go with that.
- Okay, yeah.
Hi, Bobbie Yang, running for mayor.
So do you like fly fishing or regular?
- [sighs] I hated leaving the powwow trail.
But I was getting too old to dance,
and too young to MC--
And you know what? I love what I'm doing now.
I'm not just selling hot tubs.
I'm selling a dream.
Man, when you see those elders get in the hot tub,
the trauma just melts away.
- Well... [clears throat]
All right, I gotta head out.
Uh, lots to do so-- - What can I do?
- Oh, no. Don't worry about it.
You just do you.
- What, you think I can't help?
- No, I just think, you know,
sometimes we give you a job and then you end up
taking my rental car down to Atlantic City
and somehow it catches on fire.
- That was one time!
- One is a lot. - Okay, okay.
We can find something Curtis can do.
- Yeah.
- Wh--the only thing left is the flowers.
- Great, great. I can do the flowers.
- That's, like, the most important job.
- Let him do it.
He's got a knack for flowers.
- Really? Name one flower.
- Uh, a palm tree.
A rose. A red rose.
- There's no way you can do this on your own.
But whatever-- just no carnations.
Aunt Sue hated carnations.
She said they were filler flowers.
- I got this, Reags. Okay?
And I--I really gotta honor Aunt Sue, you know?
Especially since I'm getting her land.
- I cannot believe you're giving
the land to Curtis.
How could you not tell me that?
- You're always so busy.
I didn't want to stress you out.
Look, if you had kids, you'd understand.
- Okay, lady, you can't keep using that excuse on me.
This morning you said if I had kids
I'd understand why you took the last donut.
You just wanted the last donut, Mom.
- You see, this is why I didn't tell you.
- Curtis hasn't been home in years.
- You left too. - I was at college.
He's selling hot tubs at county fairs.
There's a big difference. Dad, say something.
- [sighs] You ladies both know I don't like drama.
Except for season three of "Adirondack."
- Ugh.
- [chuckles] Oh, boy.
That table cloth lady was a trip...
Okay, there's a lot of tension in here.
It's like season three of "Adirondack."
Am I right, Bill?
- Mom is giving
Aunt Sue's land to Curtis because he has a kid,
even though Aunt Sue didn't have kids.
- Mm.
It's kind of messed up to get overlooked
just 'cause you don't have kids.
- Okay, hold on. That's not the only reason.
Curtis is also the oldest.
- Well, Louise makes a great point.
Plus I'm sure we'd all be so happy
to have him back, right?
- What? Pick a side, Nathan.
- You know, if there is a right answer,
I'm pretty sure I'm not gonna help you find it,
because I'm white,
so I'm gonna wait outside till things cool down.
And you kind of left me
flapping in the breeze, there, Bill.
- Not getting involved.
- Sweetheart, we both know getting land out here
is damn near impossible.
All the paperwork and phone calls,
Curtis can't handle that.
Once he has to locate his social security card,
it's over. - [sighs]
You're not wrong there.
- He's the one I have to worry about.
You never need help the way he does.
- Oh, my God. They just shot Remington.
- [sighs]
- And then guess who shows up at the wedding
two hours late? - Please don't say Vivian.
- It was Viv! - Ugh.
- So we should probably move on to another--
- Oh, I just need one more minute with Stuart.
So what happened to the limo?
Were there enough people to flip it back over?
- No, no.
But luckily my wife got the collision insurance.
- Oh. - She's a lawyer,
so she knows about this stuff.
- Oh, so your wife's an attorney?
Well, it's been so great talking with you.
I know I have your friendship,
but I hope I also have your vote.
- Oh, Bobbie, I would die for you,
but I can't vote for you here.
We live at the lake full-time now.
- Oh, I'm sorry, what? - That was your dream!
- Hey, there's my guy.
Nate the Great! Yeah, yeah!
- Hey, Curt...the shirt.
That doesn't work. No. That's--yeah.
I mean, Curt's already a nickname.
What's up? - You want to go for a cruise?
I gotta go do these flowers.
- Uh, I do, yeah. - Come on!
- That'd be super fun. I--
Just, Reagan's pretty stressed out,
so I should hang back and help.
- Yes, totally.
But you should come.
- I sh--I should, right? - Yes.
- I mean, how often are you in town?
- All right, my man.
Let's go then! - Right.
- Shotgun!
- Oh, okay. Yeah, I'll drive.
- Well, after six hours of in-person canvassing,
you've made three lifelong friends,
only one of whom is eligible to vote for you.
- And if it were up to me,
she'd be backpacking through Luxembourg
on election day, so...
- I've never said this before,
but I think I've made a mistake.
At this rate, we'll only have
30 potential Bobbie Yang voters by the election.
- This is why the videos work for me.
I'm a strong cup of coffee,
and it's a helpful boundary for me and my constituents.
- Constituents are people who actually vote,
not kids who waste their time on the internet.
- What about people who waste their time on the internet
and do vote?
- I can't believe that Bobbie Slay
came to my crochet group.
My husband learned how to do my eyeliner like yours.
He has steadier hands.
- Well, I didn't realize this was a retirement home
for super models.
both: [chuckle]
- How do you all know each other?
- One of the biggest users of my makeup tutorials
are seniors. - Keeps us fresh.
Keeps us now.
- So this is random,
but did you hear I'm running for mayor?
- I already told all my grandkids
to vote for you.
I'd tell my son, if he ever visited.
- I can't believe all of these folks
follow you online.
- Old people love the internet.
It's why they think George Soros
put microchips in their toothpaste.
[notification tone]
- We can work with this.
- Can't believe Reagan doesn't trust me to do this.
Or anything.
I'm not a kid. - I know, right?
- Okay, Reagan said no carnations
or lots of carnations?
I don't know, she just kept saying "carnations" a lot.
- It's no carnations.
No filler flowers. - Right.
Okay. Only the best for Auntie Sue.
Spare no expense. - Yes.
- Great, you got 200 bucks?
- [snorts] Is that--
wait, are you doing a joke?
Like it's 20x10 or something?
- No joke. I'll pay you back.
[phone buzzes] - I--I--hang on.
- Hey, Reags. - Ugh.
Freaking Curtis won't answer his phone,
so now I gotta check on the flowers myself.
- Ah, I don't think you need to do that.
I'm sure Curtis has things well under control.
I mean, he's not a kid.
- I'm already here.
- Oh, you are. - Yeah.
Because apparently everyone was put on Earth
to help him.
- Uh, I--I--I gotta go. Bye.
Okay, uh--oh, two things.
Number one, that's almost all carnations,
and number two, Reagan is here,
and is gonna walk in that door any second.
- What? - Yeah.
- Well--you gotta hide!
Or she's gonna hold this shit over me.
- Yeah, yes, yes.
- Hide! - Where? Where?
Oh, no, Curtis. - Oh, come on, bro.
It's only for, like, five minutes.
- No, no-- - Please, please, please.
- Okay. Yeah, yeah. - Hurry, hurry, hurry.
- Okay, just five minutes. - Okay, okay, okay.
[exhales]
Wait! Give me your credit card first.
All right.
- Hey, what's up, Reags?
- Oh, my God! I knew it.
Carnations?
I asked you specifically no carnations.
Aunt Sue hated 'em.
- You're all micromanage-y all the damn time.
- What? - Just like when we were kids,
and I wanted to pick Mama's birthday present.
- Oh, the time you bought her a leather jacket in your size?
- So she would think of me when she wore it.
- Oh, my G--what are you--
You do not deserve Aunt Sue's land.
- Huh. - I'm the one who stayed.
I'm the one who takes care of the people who need me.
What have you done for the family lately?
- [scoffs] Okay, Ms. High and Mighty.
- Which one are we supposed to take?
- Doesn't matter.
Wake's already started. Coffin's empty anyway.
- Yeah, whatever, Ms. Minishonka Princess.
Mm-hmm. - How dare you?
Coming from a Minishonka deadbeat,
that means a lot, actually.
Oh, you think it's funny? - [chuckles] Oh, shit.
[somber organ music]
- You gave me the world, Herbert.
And two beautiful sons, and, uh, six grandchildren.
And, oh, a lifetime of memories.
You made me so happy, my love.
I just can't believe that our song is going to end.
- [gasps for air] - Ahh!
- Oh, I'm so sorry.
I really held on as long as I could,
but after, like, 45 minutes, there's no oxygen
in these things. I could have died, all right?
A beautiful service, Linda.
Okay, uh, you're probably wondering,
"Why is this strange man climbing out
of Herbert's coffin?"
And it's a great question.
Problem is, there's not a great answer.
Uh--oh, hi.
You're getting up. Hi.
You must be the two sons, Richard and Herbert Jr.
All-pro football linebackers. [chuckles nervously]
Here's the thing.
If I know anything about Herbert,
and I really think I do at this point,
it's that he would have wanted for me to leave his funeral
unharmed.
- I'm Bobbie Yang, and I'm running
for mayor of Rutherford Falls.
Today, we're gonna put on our face for the future.
It's starts with a great foundation,
which for me is my mom,
who raised me to always be glam
and to love this amazing town.
She's a home healthcare worker,
so I understand the issues facing her industry
and the aging community she serves.
- * People are talking *
* Talkin 'bout people *
* I hear them whisper *
* You won't believe it *
* They think we're lovers *
- Man, Sue would have loved this.
- Mm-hmm. And the part she didn't love,
she would have talked mad shit about.
- [chuckles]
- Does Nathan have a black eye?
[gasps] - Damn.
- He sure does. - Badass.
- Aunties are special.
They love you like moms,
and they forgive you like friends,
and they got your back like sisters.
Sue Margaret Jacobs was my auntie.
And now that she's passed on...
Uh...
I--
[clears throat] Sorry, I'm try--
- When I was about ten,
Aunt Sue used to have me drive her cool Crown Vic
to pick up smokes.
[light laughter]
That wouldn't fly nowadays,
but she was old school, you know?
And...she loved us.
And she pushed us.
A lot of us needed that. [light laughs, murmurs]
And I'm glad that we all got to love her back
in our own way.
- Curtis is right.
Aunt Sue taught me how to count in Minishonka.
She also taught me how to curse in Minishonka.
[chuckles]
I know she touched everyone's life here,
so anyone who wants to,
please come up and say something about Aunt Sue.
- Sue was Rage Fuel's band manager.
At this one gig in Syracuse, the promoter wouldn't pay us.
Sue pulled a frying pan out of her purse,
and hit the guy in the head.
We didn't get paid, but it was awesome.
[laughter]
- When she won the big jackpot
on "The Unicorn's Challenge,"
Sue bought everyone here Yard Margs.
- It was the drunkest I've ever been at work.
[sniffles]
- She looked out for me like I was her own nephew.
And if she hadn't hired that private detective,
I might be married to Loretta right now.
- It's Black Friday.
And I'm screaming on the floor, in Sears,
in labor with Curtis,
and Sue cruises up to the Housewares department
with the doctor on the back of her bike,
and she says, "Let's do this!"
[laughter]
- And as Sue marches through the gates of heaven,
may our father, God, Prince of Peace,
maker of men, savior of souls,
the real king of pop,
shine upon her as he can for you
if you accept--if you accept-- - Thank you.
[groans] Anyone else?
[mellow acoustic music]
- Sweetheart. - Yeah?
- Here.
- No way. - [chuckles]
You deserve it. [chuckles]
And she would have wanted you to have it.
My girl.
Go on.
Go take it for a cruise.
[motorcycle roars] - Yeah!
Wow. - Oh, my God.
- Whoa, I know it's not land,
but this motorcycle is freaking awesome!
- It's gonna be even cooler when I learn how to drive it.
- Oh, yeah.
- You want to get on? - Yes! Give me a try.
Thank you.
[revs engine] Oh, yeah!
- Yeah, baby.
- How do you--how--off? - Yeah, yeah, yeah,
to the left. - Okay.
- Yeah. - There it is.
Reagan, that service today that you put together?
Beautiful. - Thanks.
- Herbert's service was also lovely.
Before they punched me in the face,
his sons actually said
some pretty poignant things about him.
But they were also clearly damaged.
Just a reminder, families are messy.
- I mean, look who you're telling that to.
Although, Curtis really did show up for me today.
- Duz always shows up for me too.
I freaking love that guy. I gotta call him.
- Good.
- Love 'em or hate 'em, we just need our families.
Get back on here. - Okay, all right.
- Show this hog who's boss.
- Okay, all right. Yeah, baby.
- Yeah, looks good on you.
- [exhales]
Man, all those speeches today, I just--
forgot what a badass my Aunt Sue was.
- Oh, yeah. - Never married,
never took any shit from anyone.
- Mm-hmm.
- You know, I don't know how,
but I'm gonna get my own goddamn land.
[revs engine] [laughs]
- Yes you are!
Ugh, I don't know if it was the funerals,
this motorcycle, getting punched in the face,
almost suffocating in that coffin,
but I feel so alive right now. - I know!
I feel the power of this matriarch's motorcycle.
- Yeah! - [revs engine]
both: Whoo!
- I feel so free! [revs engine]
- Okay, Charlie, last thing.
I thought you should know, I'm pregnant.
- Wow. I hope it's okay to ask,
the--the father's probably... - Yes.
I'm having Nathan Rutherford's baby.
[upbeat music]
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