(water bubbling)
(muffled breaths)
(water bubbling)
♪♪♪
Lidia: This is a story about a four-letter word.
The most dangerous four-letter word of all.
Fate.
And like most tales worth telling,
The story involves women.
Three glorious, complicated sisters.
(insects buzz)
(knitting needles clack) (rhian sighs)
Lidia: The first sister was the goddess, nona,
Who spun the thread of life.
She was called upon
When women were in a pregnant state of bliss.
Or... Crisis.
(needles clunk, loud chomp)
Then there was decima,
Who measured the necessities of life
With her trusty measuring rod.
- Yeah. - (giggling)
Lidia: Finally, there was atropos,
Also known by her roman name, morta.
Yep, her name was literally "death".
Morta was responsible for cutting the threads of life.
Or in my case,
Cutting threads of my old life
In an attempt to bring myself back to life.
(vibrator whirs)
(sensual rock music plays)
(vibrator clatters)
♪♪♪
(lidia moans)
(heavy breathing)
- Do I have permission to take off your shirt?
- I can take off my own shirt.
♪♪♪
Or we can take off yours. - Yeah. - Oh yeah.
(shirt flops to floor)
(gale sighs)
(lips smacking, moans)
(slow exhale)
- Oh! - Oh, lidia!
- Oh! Oh yes!
Oh! Gale!
(moans) gale! Eleanor: Mom?
- Gale! (moans) eleanor and gale: Mom!
(rock music stops abruptly) - ah! Oh!
- We need to talk about doors. - (exhales in horror)
♪ this is my life, this is my life,
♪ this is my life, this is my life, my life ♪
♪ this is my life, this is my life, ♪
♪ this is my life, my life
(water rippling gently)
Nora: What's with the pervy smile?
- Nothing.
- Thinking of your outlaw biker?
What was his name? Dale? - Gale.
(seagulls cry)
Yep, that smile can only mean one thing.
Boning in bonertown.
- Okay, so maybe I had one teeny, tiny...
Oh, totally epic sex dream.
- Oh boy. - It was just a dream, nor.
- First comes the sex dream,
Then comes the cheapy extensions,
And a flaming skull tramp stamp.
- Since when are you the man police?
- When the man does dangerous drug deals for funsies,
And you are considering getting into business with him.
- Uh, our family was in on said drug deal,
And we aren't dangerous criminals.
- Yet.
- And while I may have gotten caught up
In the excitement of the outlaw biker thing for a moment,
That moment has passed. - Clearly.
- How's terry? - Hmm, pressuring my ass.
- Does he want a baby? - Hmm.
- Did he propose?
Promise spring wedding so peonies are in season.
- No, he didn't propose, it's worse.
He wants to... See me.
Like, all the time. - Oh, my god.
Because he's in love with you.
- He's trying to break me of my three-night rule.
A limit on sequential sleepovers
And never at my place. His place? Fine.
Cove fm? No problem. - You're insane.
I don't want terry manning around my pad
With his man stuff.
A woman's apartment is sacred ground.
(lawn mower roars)
(shuts engine off)
- Oh apologies, am I in your way?
How is that you two are tanning on easy street
While everyone else is grinding their asses off
To get this place reopened?
And by everyone else, I mean me.
The giver of life.
- Tanning is work. Look at her legs.
- Yeah, don't you care about optics? You want us to be
The moonshine's own best advertisement, don't you?
- What I care about is you boning that biker
So we don't get boned.
It's much more fun than a bank loan.
Think of the cash we could be making.
I mean, you might even get your rebuild.
- No, we are not getting into bed... Business...
With bikers. I'll find another way.
- Move! (engine sputters and starts)
Or I will shred you into fertilizer!
- Motherhood is really softening her edges.
- God, so cranky. - Or annoying. Okay, okay.
- We're polite. - We're going, come on.
- Buzzkill. - I know, buzzkill!
(engine roars)
(motor revs, water splashing)
Man: Dude, last night was crunk!
- Yeah, you know it! - All right! Later, bro!
- Best of the republic of good times!
(engine roars away)
Crystal: (giggles) ry! Ry, look!
The all you can flush grand re-opening balloons came in.
(squealing) with helium. (giggles)
Have you been drinking? - No, I'm all good.
- 'cause like, I would understand, if you were.
You know, but it's not your fault
That we lost the apartment. - Literally was.
I forgot to pay the rent. - Yes, or, it was just the...
The universe telling us that it wasn't meant to be.
Oh. Oh, crap. Oh, crap, crap. Crap!
- Or that. - Crap!
(exasperated exhales)
(engine rumbles by)
♪♪♪
(cap rattles closed) ugh.
(package crinkles)
(paper rustles)
- Oxford? What's that about?
- Grad school interview. Maybe.
- England. So cool.
Even the inbred royals who reject women
Who have their own minds and opinions.
- Best anthropology departments in the world.
- Man, if I had a free pass outta here--
- Not free. I have to get a scholarship.
I don't even know if I wanna go, you know?
The moonshine needs me. I can't leave.
Okay, fine, I'm making excuses. - Uncle sammy--
You can be the glue or the glue gun.
The stuff that sticks shit together around here,
Or the tool that controls is own destiny.
- She just called you a tool. - No, she called me stuck.
- We're all stuck. - It's true.
Can check out any time you like, but no one ever leaves.
- Okay, never quote don henley in front of me. Ever.
- Who? I just made that up.
Sammy, you're 22.
Not much time left.
(package crinkles)
- Addressed to the entire family.
- Not a bomb.
(spray hisses, cloth squeaks on window)
(indistinct rattling)
- (frustrated grunt)
This old door needs replacing, not repairing.
You can't make a silk purse out of a sow's ear.
- Well, I happen to like sow's ears.
- Who replaced my wife with an optimist?
- (chuckles) a new grandchild on the way.
- Hmm. - We have our home back.
Things are finally as they should be.
Including my mood.
- That's good enough for me. - Mm-hmm.
Sammy: Expecting a delivery? (package crinkles)
- Norway?
- We owe money to someone in norway?
- Probably.
(plastic crinkling)
(suspenseful music)
(gasps) christ on a crapstick.
Ken: (sighs) - it came back?
- What came back?
- It was never supposed to come back.
Bea: (laughs)
(birds chirping)
Sammy: Seriously, why are we all here,
Staring at an old bottle, like zombies?
- 'cause this is the finley-cullen vessel of fate.
All: (murmur, chuckle) - it was aunt felicia's idea,
Couple years before this one was born.
We all wrote down our fates, sealed them in this bottle,
And sent it off into the universe.
- Aka, we took it to the beach, mom and dad got day drunk,
The tide came in, and bye-bye vessel of fate.
- This is an omen, okay?
This is like bad luck. - It's something.
- Maybe it'll contain sage advice.
Or mini crabs. Let's open it! - Uh, no!
We promised aunt felicia we'd let the universe decide.
Now that she's not here-- (wind howls, doors slam)
Rhian: What the...? Lidia: (gasps) the bottle!
(bottle rumbles)
(glass shatters) all: Oh!
- Aunt felicia?
As spoken.
Lidia: Ry, come on! It was the wind!
Gimme those. - Oh.
Rolled scrolls. Got a blue one!
- Please remember that I was always nice to you.
♪♪♪
- Here. (snickering)
- It's blank. - Yeah! Because even as a kid,
I knew that fate is nothing more than a made-up thing
That lazy people use so they have something to blame
When things go sideways.
- (raeds) "tatted up, hot girlfriend."
- Ah! - "funnel beer like a champ.
Never work for the man!" I've done all these things.
- Yeah! - My life's work is done.
It's over. Crystal: No! No, babe!
It just means that it's time...
For an upgrade. Rhian: Seriously, ry,
You're almost 40, like, grow up.
- And you had your life all figured out?
(paper thwaps)
- Find an employed husband.
Reproduce.
Corporate and physical moonshine domination.
- She was ten. All: (laugh)
- Oh, my god, I...
I should've been in charge of the moonshine by now.
Fate is mocking me! Colin: Hey, hey!
Two out of three is pretty good. Right, guys?
- Okay, let's see what we have here.
Inherit half of a bankrupt campground. (laughs)
Nora: Ah! Completely unreadable.
That can't be good. (laughs)
♪♪♪
Fate is an illegible ink blotch.
- Or an opportunity to create a bright, new future.
- Is she high? - (chuckles)
- Well, I wish I had a fresh start
When I was still young enough to enjoy it.
- You're not that old. - We're not, not that old.
- (chuckles) - argh!
Maybe this is a sign. Blank slate.
The first day... Of what's left
Of the rest of my life starts right now.
Whaddya say, mom, you in? - (chuckles)
(lidia's phone chimes)
♪♪♪
- Hmm. - Did the universe provide?
- Keep you posted, hmm.
Ken: (sighs)
(reads) "be free"
Were we ever free?
- Hard to trip the light fantastic with five kids
And a home that doubles as a front desk.
- Hmm.
♪♪♪
(cup clatters)
(scroll rustles)
- You still wanna be free, my love?
- Hells yeah.
- Maybe it's time we give fate a helping hand.
♪♪♪
- You've been staring at that paper for hours.
- With the limited life I have remaining,
It's hard to choose just one fate, you know.
- Well, it's nice that your family has these traditions.
Like, I never got that with my family.
Unless you count parole pancakes.
- Hmm?
- Every time one of my uncles would get outta the klink,
We'd go out for a short stack to celebrate.
And then, run out on the bill. - We can have traditions, too.
I love pancakes! - Ry.
- With extra syrup. - Here's the thing.
Fate is just another way of spelling "goal".
You know, it's important that you set your sights
On one thing and go for it.
It's-it's also um...
Some might say, easier to do sober.
I'm just saying.
(crystal's phone buzzes) ooh, sorry.
Oh.
(phone continues to vibrate)
(beeps call off)
Ryan: I want you to be proud of me.
- I want me to be proud of you, too.
You and your family are um...
Well, you're all I have now.
So, no pressure! (laughs)
(beaded curtain jingles)
- Good lord, son,
Do we have to book the plane tickets for you?
Go to grad school! Be free.
Just don't send us the bill. (laughs)
- I told you I was thinking about it. And...
Where-where are you two going?
- Whichever way the wind blows.
- And will the wind be blowing you back
For the afternoon shift?
- I doubt it.
(bea chuckles) - but...
(little river band: "reminiscing")
Bea: Come on, you. (door creaks open)
(indistinct cheering and laughter)
♪♪♪
- First time off in 30 years.
What do you wanna do?
- Nothin'.
(water ripples) - ah! (indistinct shouts)
(both laugh)
♪ we got down to the gate
♪ and I was dreaming of the night ♪
(waves lap)
♪ would it turn out right
Ken: Cooler at 12:00 o'clock.
Bea: Oh, hello, how are you? It's a beautiful day.
You should check out the fish and chips.
You will not be disappointed. (chuckles)
(bea and ken laugh, bottles clink)
Man: Lookout! Bea: Oh, this is overdue!
(birds chirp)
♪ I wanna make you understand
- Whoa! (guffaws)
♪ I'm talkin' about a lifetime plan ♪
(rock music plays on the radio)
- Mom's in a good mood these days.
- Yeah. She's waiting for the other shoe to drop.
- Oh, always does. - Kicks us in the ass.
- Mm-hmm. - Where's my...
- Okay. - Where did I put my...
(lighter snicks) - be honest,
Do I have mom boobs?
- Pull up your jeans. - No.
- Do it. - No. - Now!
- (huffs)
(pants rustle) shaved legs.
Sex dream becomes manifest.
- Why does self-care have to be about a man?
Maybe my legs are tired of looking
Like depressed cacti.
Oh, okay fine, it's for a man.
Gale texted me. You think he knows about the sex dream?
- Was it a dick pic?
- I agreed to meet up, only to tell him
I'm not interested in any more drug deals.
Or in jumping into bed with the first smoking hot
Outlaw biker I meet. - Can we put money on this?
- It's a perfectly innocent coffee date.
- Perfectly innocent coffee date that requires contouring.
- (groans)
I just felt such a connection to him!
God! Is my fate a tatted-out biker god?
- Not on my watch, it isn't.
- Okay. You worry about your own relationship.
- I am! If terry... Loves me,
Then he has to love all of me.
Just not three nights in a row. - Nor! Grow up!
Stagnant is not a good look.
- Oh, says who? The fates?
(exhales sharply) - hmm.
- What? - Wish me luck.
- Oh, god.
You are just so... Just annoying.
Oh, hang on, you've got something stuck to your...
Hang on. - Oh!
- Yeah. What the? - Thank you. Bye!
- Oh, come on!
This scroll of fate bullshit.
(upbeat rock music)
♪♪♪
- Hello! Gale?
Hairy biker dudes? Ha, ha. Anyone?
(chains jingle) oh, hey.
- You got my text. - I was gonna text you back,
But given what I wanted to discuss,
It seemed rude and impersonal.
So, the thing is...
Your proposition,
While usually enticing,
I just need you to know
I-I don't think it's a good idea right now.
- And why is that? - Well, for one,
My family has had enough of the crime stuff
To last a lifetime.
Uh, or at least the rest of the summer. Heh.
So, whatever obligations we may or may not have had
To your organization, I'm afraid I'm gonna have to pass.
This finley-cullen is goin' straight.
Say hello to goody two-shoes. Heh.
- Goody two-shoes.
Well, that's a shame.
- (shaky) oh... You mean the...
Other kind of proposition.
Okay, well, um...
Here's the thing with that. Um...
I've been single for like, five minutes, and-and...
I just have to figure a lot of stuff out
Before getting into another situation.
You know, my family, my career.
I don't even know if this still works, to be honest.
- So, you don't wanna bid on my renovation?
- Sorry, your renovation?
Is that a euphemism
Or s-some sexy biker code word?
- I'm thinking of expanding this place.
You're an architect? - Yes, I was.
I mean, I am. Oh, god.
- I was afraid you might be too upscale to take me up.
- (laughs nervously)
Me? No.
Only old me, maybe. But the new me...
Architect for the people.
I would whore myself out to anyone,
In the professional sense.
- Would you like a beer? - Yes!
Lidia: Lots of potential here.
Very... Raw. Man: (belches)
- Do you have a number in mind? - Uh, money's no object.
- I don't hear that very often
So, what were you thinking, like a client lounge, maybe?
- Privacy. That-that could work.
- Hmm. Replace this old bar with custom counters.
(gasps) reclaimed wood. - Cedar, maybe.
- Hmm. A walnut. Hard wood. Thick.
(chokes)
Ha! Do you like skylights? Skylights would be so nice.
- Yes, for the... Second level.
- Nice. And then of course, we'd have to discuss...
Furniture. The bed.
(suggestive music)
- Okay. Chat soon.
- Oh, you want me to go.
Okay. (rejected exhale)
- Don't forget to get me that quote.
- On it.
♪♪♪
- Argh.
(beer sloshes)
(car whooshes, rock music plays)
(clicks teeth)
♪♪♪
(deep inhale)
♪♪♪
(turns music up)
(moans)
♪♪♪
(slow exhale)
(moans)
♪♪♪
Oh!
Yeah! Oh!
(moans)
(loud crash) ah!
(engine rattling)
♪♪♪
(engine hissing) ow! Oh!
♪♪♪
Ow!
Oh, god.
(bangs fist on steering wheel)
(frustrated screams)
Ow. Ow. Careful. Ow!
- Not sure why they call it no fault insurance,
When it's clearly your fault.
- Got a little distracted.
- She's having sex dreams about the biker.
- Ooh!
- Well, he asked if I could renovate his garage.
- Is that some pervy biker euphemism
For helping us raise more cash? - No.
And I told you, no more shady... Shadiness.
We have to find out how to make the moonshine solvent
Without going to jail. - Your call.
After all, you inherited the moonshine, not me.
- Huh. - Ow!
- So, gale's proposition was--
- A straight-up renovation. Nothing happened.
I think. I mean, I thought he was coming on to me.
And then, he switched gears. And then,
I crashed into the moonshine sign, totally unrelated.
- Called it. First hot dude to look your way
After a dead-bed marriage.
- I will not compromise my professional reputation
For a client, male or otherwise. What am I, 13?
- Would you like me to remind you what you wrote
On your stupid fate scroll? - It's time.
- Most middle schoolers wish for boobs
That are the same size as each other.
To be a rock star. - A cordless weedwhacker.
- But lidia finley-cullen,
She wrote her math class obsession's name
Over, and over, and over.
- Mrs. Joel frasier.
- Mrs. Lidia frasier.
- Mrs. Lidia finley-cullen-frasier.
- Left to your own devices, you will screw this up.
- Okay! I will tell gale I can't do the job.
- All of the jobs.
- Bye-bye only chance we had of not going bankrupt.
- Best sex I never had.
Ryan: ♪ 99 bottles of rum on the scrum ♪
♪ 99 bottles of rum
(can thuds)
♪ take one down
- So, when you first moved in with your boyfriend,
Was that like... Hard?
- You mean, the man child I share an apartment with?
- Your space, his space. Was that a thing?
- (scoffs) ♪ 99 bottles of rum
♪ take one down you pass it around ♪
- Okay, you literally looked the other way.
♪ 98 bottles of rum - no, I didn't.
♪ on the scrum
- (heavy sigh)
♪ 99 bottles of rum on the scrum ♪
(rum burbles)
Terry: Ryan! Pull over. - I can't.
I won't, not until you arrest me, ter-ber.
- For what? - For being a disappointment.
I'm a menace to my own potential future.
To my relationship. My family.
I promised crystal I wouldn't drink, and I'm mega wasted.
Lock me up, ter.
Please, stop me before I disappoint again.
(running footsteps thud)
- Okay, all right. - Come on.
- Let's get you home, ryan.
(birds chirping)
♪♪♪
(conch shell blaring over loudspeaker)
(low hum of chatter)
(boys laughing)
Lidia: What the hell is going on?
(indistinct chatter) ryan: I ran too fast.
Bea over loudspeaker: We have an announcement to make.
- Fate has spoken!
Bea: And we have chosen to live at...
Ryan: Hey, sis! - Hey.
- Gonna need a tad more information.
- We have chosen to be freeee.
- Please not with the nudists, again.
- Spit it out!
- We're retiring from the moonshine!
(bea cackles over loudspeaker)
Effective immediately!
- That's good. Isn't it?
Wait.
Wait, wait, so...
You're leaving? As in now?
- As in right now. - So much for my day off.
Lidia: Uh yeah, a little sudden, isn't it?
- Sudden... Plus four decades.
- But this is your home,
That-that we did really illegal stuff to protect.
Last week.
- It's time for fate to take the lead.
- Are you seriously gonna let the contents of some old bottle
Dictate your life? - Ah, if it's gonna help us
Finally live the life that we deserve, yes.
- Just for the summer. Maybe.
It's a trial retirement.
A "retrialment". All: Ah. (chuckling)
Bea: And then, we will assess.
- But where will you go? - Place where it all began.
- Cabin 1. First cabin we built on the land.
Aka "the love shack".
- Oh, my god, that's disgusting.
Sammy: And the phones? The books? Managing the staff?
- One of you kids is gonna have to step up. Take control.
'til labour day.
- Which kid? Colin: (clears throat)
- I mean, surely, you've given some thought
As to who would be the most qualified?
- We love all our children equally.
- Yeah, but you know, some a little more equally, right?
(keys jingle) - keys to the kingdom.
(keys jingling slowly, suspenseful music)
♪♪♪
(keys crash)
♪♪♪
(fingers tap on keys)
(laughs boisterously) - it can't be me.
Crystal: Come on, ry! This is an opportunity!
Fate is literally presenting itself. Like...
Well, you're never gonna pick up the keys, are you?
Oh, my god! It's a meta-fork...
For our non-future.
First my mom, and now you. Ryan: Crystal!
Crystal! Hey, crystal, come--
- No! No way!
I'm already working double shifts, you guys.
You know, has anyone ever considered that...
Maybe I'm not just the glue, that I'm the glue gun?
- Glue gun forever, sammy.
- Well, fate made them fall closer to your feet, pumpkin.
The keys to your kingdom. - It's not my kingdom.
- But it can be, like literally right in front of you.
You just have to pick them up and all this could be yours.
- Nope. It shouldn't be a toss up.
And I'm sick of begging people to recognize my value.
They should've handed me those keys.
(sobs) - sweetie! Pumpkin!
Shnookums!
Eleanor: Sucker.
♪♪♪
Bea: Aunt felicia did leave you the place.
Come on, neil!
(bags rattle)
♪♪♪
- Godspeed.
- Did I miss something?
(scroll flutters in the wind)
♪♪♪
Lidia: Is it inevitable that I become our mother?
A slave to a third-rate campground
In the middle of nowhere until I'm 70.
I mean, is that my fate? Owning 43 percent of a business
That will 100 percent destroy me?
- Better you, than me.
- I am not equipped to be in charge
Of my own life right now,
Let alone the moonshine, the staff,
The future of this place.
Just never felt so aimless. (sighs) sex-starved.
Lost!
(frustrated exhale)
- Are you looking to me for advice?
- You're the only one here. - Oh! Uh... Okay.
I mean, why don't you do the thing people do with the...
Closed eye and the woo-woo.
- Ha, yes! Meditate.
Ah, yes!
The disillusion of the sense of one's false self,
In order to create a beautiful serenity.
A selfless connection to the universe.
- You know what, this would be faster, actually.
Okay, so, this is a downer.
Um, or upper.
Well, you'll either pass out or clean your entire trailer.
Win-win.
These, okay, with one glass of wine,
Do not sext easy rider. Okay? - Okay, okay.
- (sighs)
(loud gulp)
Mm-hmm. This one? Thank you.
- You're welcome.
♪♪♪
Okay.
- (gasps)
(scroll flutters)
Think I won't destroy you?
(indistinct chatter and laughter)
Lidia: "dear gale,
Due to unforeseen family obligations--"
(knock on door, door creaks open)
- We need to talk, mom. - It's time.
- Oh, my god, are you pregnant? Is it drugs? Are you sick?
- The only thing that's sick is our living conditions.
- We have zero privacy in here.
- We need real bedrooms. With real soundproofing.
- Now that grandma and grandpa are leaving the moonshine...
- There's enough room for finn and I in the main lodge.
- You don't wanna live with me anymore?
Okay.
- Really?
- Go, be free.
- Wow.
- You've been under my wing all summer, and...
I'm cool, I get that people need a space of their own.
- Let's go before she sobers up and changes her mind.
(small laugh) finn: Oh, okay.
- Mm-hmm. - All right.
- Uh, yeah, that... That's good.
Nora: Goddammit!
Get back here, stupid thing.
(gravel crunches under foot)
Get back here!
Damn it!
(scroll rustles)
♪♪♪
Fine! You win! He can stay the night!
(exhales sharply)
♪♪♪
(water rushes)
Crystal: Hmm.
I'm sorry that I neglected you.
(water splashes gently)
Neglected myself, too.
(phone buzzing)
(breathes deeply)
(beeps call on)
Operator: Collect call from hrm
Women's correctional facility. Will you accept?
- Yeah.
Jill: Well, it's about time you answered.
- Hi, mom. Um, I'm sorry,
I've just been really busy, watering your plants.
- Okay, I-I need you to load up my commissary card.
Help me figure out bail. - Okay.
I'm um...
I'm really sorry about how everything happened.
- You should be sorry.
'cause you're on your own now.
- No, I'm not. I have ryan.
- You think when push comes to shove,
That family is gonna go out on a limb for ya?
- So, what if they don't?
I have... Myself.
You know, and I am gonna be someone, mom!
I am gonna make something of myself.
That is my fate! You will see!
And you know what?
As for yours,
In case you haven't noticed,
You're the one in jail!
So, good luck getting spicy ramen
And root touch-ups on your own!
(beeps call off)
(phone thuds gently)
(proud exhale)
- Yo, gale, I'm just gonna say it.
We can't work together because...
All I wanna do is jump your bones.
(knock on door)
(door creaks open) oscar?
Hey. - Hey.
Lidia, (clears throat) I uh...
I may not be a lawyer but I could sure argue like one.
- Mm-hmm. - Rhian deserve the moonshine.
She needs it. I need it,
And I need you to need her to need it, as well.
- M-kay. - What, so you'll consider it?
- She didn't want it, oscar. - (sighs)
She wants it more than anything, lidia,
But she wants her family to want her to have it.
Especially you.
Your approval is really important to her.
And I will deny saying that
And run away if you ever repeat those words.
- Sure. Yeah. I'll think on it.
- Yes! You are a legend! (chuckles)
- Okay.
- Oh um, and one more request. - Mm-hmm.
- If rhian asks, can you tell her I put up a big fight?
You know, really beat ya down.
That'd be great for optics. Big win for me, you know.
- Oh, of course. Yep.
- Nice. Nice. Okay, see ya!
- Bye now. - Bye! (door slams)
(sighs)
(flops to bed)
(groans)
♪♪♪
I can't do your renovation.
Sorry.
(message sent chimes) (coughing in back room)
♪♪♪
Hello?
(coughing continues)
♪♪♪
Aunt felicia?
- My least-hated niece.
Missed ya, lids! - (shocked exhale)
- (chuckles)
(insects buzz and chirp)
♪♪♪
Lidia: I gave your eulogy.
Felicia: Potato gun was a nice touch.
- (small laugh) - (laughs)
- Is this in my head? - Probably.
- Yeah. I'll take it.
(deep inhale)
I need an objective ear. (exhales)
And someone to discourage me from cutting my own bangs.
- What's the problem, buddy? - Me.
My husband didn't want me. My kids don't want me.
My parents are bailing.
Even the guy I wanted to sleep with... Can't.
Doesn't want me. - Stop whining!
Look around, it's a frickin' paradise.
- Sun is shining now but the summer will end,
And then what? - (scoffs)
- Why did you leave me the moonshine?
Why me?
(insects chirp)
- Oh, ah-ah. Okay.
- Second thoughts? - Um... (clears throat)
I don't wanna be stagnant.
- Huh? - (stammers) me and my rules,
Lucky t-shirts, stupid quirks. - No, nora, look,
You don't have to change your life for me. Okay?
You need to change it for you. If you want.
- Well... - Or not.
I will love all versions of you and I'll follow you
Wherever you wanna go, forever and ever.
♪ amen - okay, all right.
Enough with the weird, mushy shit.
- Yeah. - Okay.
Okay. Without further ado...
(light switch clicks)
Oh, uh, yeah.
♪♪♪
So, ready to do your dirty girl?
(door closes)
(insects buzz)
(door creaks open and slams)
- I think there's uh, a light on the porch. It's out.
- Well, it's not your responsibility, hun.
- Well, maybe I should just go-
- Hmm. Be free, old man. (glasses clink)
- Right.
Free.
(door clunks open, ryan sings, slurring)
(door shuts)
- You'd think the drunk tank would be a reason
Not to finish off the rum. Ibuprofen.
For the morning, if you make it that far.
- Woo! - Water!
(rum splashes)
(ryan laughs) good as new!
- As long as you don't asphyxiate on your own vomit,
And die! - One day, little bro,
I'm gonna be there to help you out.
Make all your dreams come true.
We could make a new vessel of fate!
Choose your own future.
- I don't know.
Can we?
I mean, I don't even know where I'm from,
Let alone where I'm going.
- From here, silly! From the moonshine.
Right where I found ya on that porch.
Baby sammy's just so cute. - I mean, who I'm from.
You know, my biological mom.
Who she is and how I wound up here.
And why she's never come to check on me,
Even though she knows where I am.
I think maybe that's why I'm stuck.
- Hmm.
- Why I'm afraid of grad school and a relationship
That could take me away from the moonshine.
Part of me thinks...
She could come back.
- We could find her.
- Mom and dad, they looked.
For a really long time.
- I haven't. - You?
- Fate 2.0, bro.
I will make that my purpose!
I will find your bio mom for you.
I'll make everyone proud.
Whoa. - Whoa, you okay?
- Sammy-- - yeah?
- Tuck me in?
- Boundaries, remember? - It was a test.
You passed, little bro.
(footsteps thud lightly, flops to bed)
(knock on door, door creaks open)
(keys jingle)
- I need help.
Uh...
I need you take the keys, rhian.
N-no. I want you...
To take the keys.
♪♪♪
(keys jingle)
♪♪♪
(footsteps recede)
(footsteps crunch in the grass)
(waves ripple)
♪♪♪
(pail clunks)
(shovel scraping)
(waves lap)
Felicia: Do you remember that epic sandcastle you built
When you were nine? Hmm?
Spent the whole day on the turrets.
The renegade queen's private quarters.
- (laughs) yeah, the one with the ensuite sauna,
Marble foyer.
Soaker tub. - Born architect.
A true artist.
Hmm. And do you remember when that storm blew in, hmm?
The tide was comin' in so fast. Huge waves.
You dragged every lawn chair and towel down to the beach.
Built a barrier.
(chuckling) nine years old.
You tried to fight the ocean.
(laughs)
The ocean! (laughs)
- I was a stupid kid. - You were a fierce kid.
A brave kid.
That's why I left you the moonshine.
So that you could protect it.
That girl who tried to fight the ocean.
She's still in there.
- Is she?
I just feel so lost.
Felicia: You know, you can't put fate in a bottle, hmm.
Wish ya could.
♪♪♪
(yells) just try me! (waves crash)
I dare you, bring it, bitch!
I don't need your permission!
Or some stupid fate scroll!
I got this!
Felicia: Life will show up
When you least expect it.
(waves crash)
And the lidia that I know can handle
Anything that it throws her way.
- I'm not ready.
I'm not ready.
♪♪♪
(glass scrapes)
(roxy: "take a chance with me")
(approaching motorcycle engine rumbles)
♪♪♪
(engine rumbles)
(engine stops)
♪♪♪
- I lied.
Renovation, that was a euphemism.
♪♪♪
♪ I was lost, can't ya see ♪
♪♪♪
♪ through the long lonely night ♪
Lidia: Woo!
♪♪♪