It's gonna be one of those days, brother.
[Preston] Yeah!
I could use one.
♪ dramatic music ♪
If you can't walk on Fifth Avenue, where can you walk?
You can't. That's the whole point.
[Preston] I cannot come up with one
plausible reason why we still live
in that city.
You married a city mouse, honey.
[Preston] Nobody fishes this stretch of river
that can only be reached by packhorse.
Paul has permission to fly us
into it.
Jesus!
-Fuck, Paul! -Hold on!
Stacy!
Oh. Hello?
[Shepherd] Ma'am, your husband was involved in a plane crash.
I'm sorry to say both he and a Paul Clyburn
did not survive the crash. We'd like you to come here
and identify the bodies.
♪ emotional music ♪
I'm gonna stay here.
Your father kept a journal.
Let's go find this spot.
♪ slow, haunting music ♪
♪♪♪
[birds singing]
[Preston] Can you hear me now?
[Stacy, connection breaking up] Preston?
Honey?
[connection breaking up] Can you hear me?
Sort of.
Preston...
Hold on, I'm hunting higher ground.
You're hunting? What are you hunting?
That should do it.
Ah, there you are.
What is this about hunting?
High ground, and I've found it.
[laughs] Oh, man.
What's so funny?
It's not funny, it's just, uh...
Here, I'm gonna test my technical prowess.
[camera shutter clicks]
[text whooshes]
Mm. Pretty.
Pretty?
What can I say,
honey? I'm-I'm a beach girl.
[sighs] All right.
What's your favorite thing about the beach?
Well, in what sense?
You know, when you look at it.
Uh...
I think it's the sound, the waves, the...
There's a comfort in the crash.
If that makes any sense.
And the horizon.
You know, something we don't have in the city.
The horizon is a perfect line between sky and water.
[Preston] Well, this place is the opposite.
The horizon is chaos.
A bunch of jagged teeth eating clouds.
[Stacy chuckles] Okay, honey.
What?
If you want to stay longer, stay longer.
You don't have to sell me.
Stay the week.
No, wait, don't stay the week.
Oh, we have the Met Gala on Saturday.
[Preston sighs]
What's the theme?
The Anthology of Fashion.
No, that was last year's theme.
Mm, no.
That was The Lexicon of Fashion.
What's the fucking difference?
Uh, the hors d'oeuvres will be different.
You can come dressed as a fisherman in a tux.
All right. What does this mean for my week?
Can you say goodbye to jagged teeth by Friday?
Goodbye teeth by Friday.
-You got it. -Okay, well,
I'm on my way to have lunch with
a very distressed 36-year-old.
Yeah. Well, the sooner he's out of her life, the better.
They share two children, honey.
Whatever happens,
he's never out of her life. Love you.
[Preston] Love you, too, sweetheart.
♪ gentle music ♪
♪♪♪
[crying]
[quacking]
[Bridgett] Are those gluten-free?
I don't think there's any gluten in pancakes, honey.
There's nothing but gluten in pancakes.
[Bridgett] Mom, I can't eat gluten.
Since when did you develop this allergy I'm unaware of?
They talk about it in school.
-Mm. -Our bodies
aren't designed to digest gluten.
Are these sausages?
Found them in the freezer.
Did you identify
the mystery meat that they're made from?
Do you really want to know?
Fair enough. [clears throat]
Man has been eating bread for about 30,000 years.
And for many cultures, Sumerians,
Egyptians, Romans-- pretty much every civilization
in Mesopotamia and Northern Africa--
ate a diet consisting almost entirely of bread.
Unless you were a Bedouin tribesman or
a pharaoh who ate some version of cow or camel.
What our bodies can't tolerate is the bromide and bleach
and all the other garbage companies use to refine it.
But this was milled by some local Mennonites
right here in Montana
without any of that shit.
What's a Sumerian?
-What's a Pharaoh? -What's a Mennonite?
The answer to all of your questions are on Nat Geo.
Has anyone figured out how to use the shower yet?
I'm pretty sure you just turn the faucet handle clockwise
until the water starts coming out.
I'm sorry,
that was, uh, that was flippant
and unnecessary. And it's too early for that.
Make me tea.
Yeah. [clears throat]
-There's coffee. -Coffee wreaks havoc
on my nervous system.
No, I think that's your genetics.
I have the same genetics as you.
I'm going to the bathroom.
Wish me luck.
[door opens]
[Abigail] Let me guess, Russell.
Your mother is the domineering type.
[chuckles] Yeah. She does have
a very strong personality.
Why do you say that?
Just an observation.
Oh.
[sighs] Jesus.
Ow. Fuck.
Oh, God.
What the...
Okay.
[insects buzzing]
[sighs]
Oh...
[exhales]
Oh.
-God. -[squeaking]
[gasps] Oh, my God.
-[buzzing] -Ow! [shouts]
-[Paige screams] -What the...
-[insects buzzing] -[yelping]
Paige?
[crying]
[screaming]
[crying loudly]
[screams] Ow!
[shouts] Ow!
[insects buzzing]
Oh, shit.
-Where is she? -Bathroom.
-What happened? -Honey?
-[Paige] Mom! -Honey?
[Paige] Mom!
[Stacy] Did they sting you?
-[Paige crying] Mom! -I'm coming in.
[Abigail] What stung her?
-Oh, God. -What?
I-I said there were hornets, right? You heard me.
-[Paige] Russell! -Oh,
that is not gonna save you.
Oh, God.
Where'd they get you?
It hurts so bad!
Let me see.
Is it bad?
[laughs]
It's not funny!
I know, I know. I'm sorry.
[knock at door]
Don't come in!
Look for a medicine kit.
Try and find Benadryl,
Tylenol, and calamine lotion.
Wait, what? What? What's that?
It's for itching. It's a pink bottle.
Pink. Got it. Okay.
You knew. Again!
And you did nothing.
-Nothing! -Hey--
You're toast, dude.
Okay.
Um, Tylenol. Benadryl.
And the pink stuff.
Okay, thank you.
-Mm-hmm. -[coughs]
Okay, there, the, uh... ah!
Here.
[Stacy] Put the lotion up in the loft.
Okay, there, there, there. Tylenol.
After you do that,
I recommend you redeem yourself.
Great idea.
[clears throat]
[groaning]
Uh...
Now you get rid of them.
[groaning] It's this cheek.
♪ quiet music ♪
[grunting]
[door opens]
[door closes]
[Paige exhales sharply]
I don't think I'm gonna make it.
We can do it on the couch.
[crying]
Ow. Ow.
♪♪♪
[hornets buzzing]
[sniffs, exhales]
[buzzing loudly]
Yeah! Oh...
Okay.
[exhales sharply]
[yelling]
Die! [laughs]
[laughs]
[shouting]
Ah, ah, ow. Ow!
[screaming]
[crying]
Ow.
[Stacy] I think that's all of them.
No.
That's not all of them?
-[crying] -Oh, boy,
they really got in there.
They got all the way in there, Mom.
Ah! I need some of that pink stuff!
I need some of that pink stuff!
[Paige and Stacy] Don't come up here!
I've seen it before!
You're never seeing it again! Never, ever,
-ever! Ever! -I need some of
-the pink stuff! -Let me see, let me see,
let me see. I-I don't think
-we can use this on your eye. -What? What? Why?
[Paige mockingly] What happened, baby, you got stung?
Defending you! Defending you!
Will you both stop acting 11?
I'm 11 and I don't act like this.
You sure don't, baby.
[Stacy] Let me-- Show me your eye, show me your eye.
Look, let's try putting ice on it first.
-Ice? -Uh-huh.
I need some ice.
[Paige] How do we move on from this, Russell?
The trust is gone! It's gone!
Are they gonna get a divorce?
This is fucking fascinating.
[buzzing]
[Abigail] Well, he's asleep on the couch,
and Paige is whimpering in the loft.
You'd think two Benadryl would have knocked her out.
I gave her two more.
Abby, I don't think
you're supposed to take that much.
Mom, we are dealing with
prescription-level despair.
Two Benadryl won't do shit.
What are the girls doing?
They hacked into Paul's Wi-Fi,
so all is right in their world.
You up for a walk? I want to show you something.
Sure.
♪ gentle music ♪
♪♪♪
[Stacy] He named this valley after me.
[sighs]
Said the grass reminds him of my hair.
Reminded.
Oh, God.
Speaking about him in the present tense,
it's gonna be...
a hard habit to break.
[Abigail] It's beautiful.
[Stacy] I want to bury him...
...here.
This was Paul's home, and...
...in Preston's heart, I think it was his home, too.
Mom, if you do that, you can't visit him.
I mean, don't you want to visit him?
I will visit him.
And what if the new owners don't let you?
And why would there be new owners?
Because...
because you can't keep this place.
I mean, how are you gonna take care of it?
Take care of what? It's three cabins.
Only one of them has water. What's to take care of?
The... the land?
[Stacy sighs] The land takes care of itself.
Okay, well, Mom, who's gonna take care of you
while you're out here? I mean, Paige couldn't even
go to the bathroom without needing a trip to the ER.
I am not Paige.
Fair enough.
Do you think this is any more dangerous
than walking to the pharmacy down First Avenue?
Yeah, I-I do. [laughs]
Yeah, well, I don't see it that way.
Mom, I don't know how you move on.
I have no intention of moving on, ever.
I will never love again. I won't even try.
Holding on to him is the closest I will get,
and that is what I plan to do.
I didn't bring you here for your permission.
I brought you here to share my decision.
I may never love again, Abby,
but you certainly will never have another father,
and your children are down a grandfather
for the rest of their lives.
And they learn nothing about him
standing in front of a tombstone,
surrounded by the corpses of strangers.
He loved this place.
He stays here.
You want to know the last thing I said to him?
"I'll pay you back."
-[scoffs] -[sighs]
I was his greatest disappointment, and...
he left before I could change that.
What did he say?
About what?
When you said you'd pay him back.
What did he say?
[sighs]
He said, "I wouldn't accept it if you tried."
Doesn't sound like a man who's disappointed, Abby.
♪ gentle music ♪
[crow cawing]
Look at this.
Horseshoe.
Yep.
[Cade] Those are good luck. Hang them
over a door, but you've got to hang them like a "U."
Open end up or
all your luck'll run out.
Uh, where's your folks?
[Abigail] Girls?
Girls, get in the house now.
Can I help you?
You, uh, Mr. Clyburn's family?
[Abigail] And who are you?
Yes, Stacy Clyburn.
Oh, so Paul
-was your, uh... -My brother-in-law.
His-his brother was, um, Preston.
-Yes. -Right.
I-I met him once. He's-he's...
a very friendly, nice man.
Yes, yes, he was.
A ranch I work for shares
a north fence here. Paul and the ranch owner
was real close. He asked me to keep an eye out
for the place till family showed up,
and looks like you did.
Mm-hmm. We did.
[Cade] Y'all getting by in there?
Paul lived pretty sparse.
We're fine.
Learning our way around the outhouse.
[chuckles]
My wife would have none of that.
Oh.
Wise woman.
Cade Harris.
-Stacy. -Stacy.
Boy, I-I sure was sorry to hear about
-your, uh... -Thank you.
People are pretty worried y'all are gonna starve in there.
-[chuckles] -Had me, uh,
bring some things over. You-you mind if I carry them in?
Things?
Some... some food.
Oh.
Sure.
-All right. -Thank you.
Of course. Yes, ma'am, just this way.
My truck's right there.
♪ quiet music ♪
♪♪♪
[footsteps approaching]
[Cade] Over there fine?
Ma'am.
[grunts] Ooh.
Grandma, what did you order?
I didn't order anything.
Our neighbors sent this over.
Let's see what all we got in here. Uh...
Oh, buttermilk pie.
Oh, they got everything
labeled in here. We got lasagna,
garlic bread, and, uh...
Oh, Mason's wife made this
beef casserole. Don't look like much,
but it's worth fighting over.
Ooh, fry bread.
You ever had that, fry bread?
No. You, uh, you put this on top,
you make Indian tacos.
You can't call it that.
It's racist.
[Cade] Oh, uh,
that's what the Indians call it.
Thank you very much. This was
not expected.
Oh, and, uh,
it's not a business card, but, uh,
I wrote my cell on the back.
You call if you need anything.
[Stacy] Thank you.
Oh, that...
that's some shiner you got there.
[Stacy] Oh, I meant to ask you, is there
a minor emergency center close?
-He got stung by a hornet. -Yeah.
Oh, y-you got baking soda,
you just mix it up with some
water until it turns into a paste,
you cover that eye. It'll suck
-the poison right out. -[Russell] Right, uh, thanks,
but maybe you could just, like, tell us where the hospital is.
Uh, right. Uh, nearest one's Bozeman,
about two hours up 90. But, uh...
[whispering] ...they'll probably tell you the same thing.
Thank you.
Ladies.
[door opens]
Ma'am.
Girls, when someone is trying to help you--
He can't say that. It's wrong.
Yeah, but it's not your place to correct him.
Well, someone should.
[Stacy] Oh, how gratifying
it must feel to always be right.
[door opens]
[door closes]
Cade.
It is Cade, r-right?
Yes, ma'am.
Uh, Cade...
someday...
you might have an 11-year-old...
I have an 11-year-old right now.
-Oh. -Yes, ma'am.
We don't mess around out here in the mountains.
I guess when you're snowed in for six months,
what else are you gonna do?
[chuckles] About sums it up.
[sighs] Kids, they say what's on their minds,
and they don't care what others think.
Yeah. They grow out of that.
-The world's worse for it. -Yeah,
probably so.
Uh, I need, uh...
Could you...
I need a funeral home.
Oh.
Waverly and Sons, in Ennis, that's what most people
use around here.
Thank you.
Uh, and tell your wife thank you.
She don't get all the credit.
There's a few chickens in that hen house.
All right, well, tell them all.
I'll do it.
[truck door closes]
[engine starts]
♪ quiet music ♪
Okay, do we really want to be eating
some strange person's food?
[Macy] Fried chicken, fried steak.
Why would they fry steak?
Don't eat it, then.
Maybe ask what we like before
-you bring-- -[loud thud]
I blame myself.
After all, she's raising you like I raised her.
Complete strangers spent...
I don't know how much time they spent,
how much thought went into this.
Not to mention money.
Looking at that truck, money isn't something
they have in abundance.
And you have the nerve to judge it?
What spoiled little bitches we've raised.
-[Bridgett gasps] -[door opens]
What did she just call me?
[Abigail] Mom...
Mom!
They are not your children.
You do not have the right to speak to them that way.
I am not talking about them, I am talking about you!
You and your sister!
Oh, the walking wounded!
We haven't been here two days, and everyone
has already forgotten why we're here!
We are not on vacation!
My husband is dead!
Your father is dead!
So if everyone could just stop
counting the minutes until we leave
and remember why we're here in the first place.
And here, somehow I thought losing him
would bring us closer together.
You know what? If you're all so fucking miserable, go!
I'll do what I always do
and take care of it myself!
♪ emotional music ♪
[Stacy] I just don't understand the allure.
I understand
the bonding, the quiet, the open space.
I get... you know, I get that.
It's the task that dominates your day.
And let's be honest, honey,
you could fish in the bay.
And there's fish in Florida.
You never do it when we go there.
I mean, if you said to me, "I want to go sit on a porch
and get drunk with my brother for a week."
I would understand that better.
Is that what it is?
You and Paul, like, fly in a couple of mountain bunnies
and revisit your youth?
[Preston chuckles]
You were the mountain bunny of my youth.
I'll explain it like this, and you need to go back
a few million years to fully understand.
Oh, this should be good.
[Preston] Now, you have to go back to early man.
Before that. Homo erectus.
-Pre-man. -Exactly.
For some two million years, we've been hunter-gatherers,
and those jobs were divided. Men hunted,
-women gathered. -I feel an old-fashioned
-outrage coming on. -No, no, no,
this is scientifically proven.
Men thrive when they're singularly focused.
Women struggle with singular tasks, but thrive
with multiple tasks simultaneously.
And men, of course, have a superior sense of direction
compared to women.
Honey, you should write a book and title it
How Not to Have Sex with Your Wife for a Month.
Women are better communicators,
far more organized. All skills honed
by working collectively in groups
to achieve multiple goals.
Men traveled long distances
with little verbal communication
while seeking to achieve a singular goal, a buffalo
or a woolly mammoth, whatever they hunted.
Now, fly fishing... [chuckles]
-Mm. -That involves
-traversing unknown terrain... -Mm.
...seeking suitable water and conditions,
and then utilizing a skill developed over years,
decades, to achieve a singular goal.
Trout.
Yellowstone cutthroat trout, to be exact.
Millions of years and almost infinite luck
that I even exist on this planet...
-Oh, my... -and armed with an instinct
literally imprinted into my DNA that compels me
to seek an outlet that challenges
my very reason for existing.
Oh, what a bunch of bullshit.
Just say
you want to go fishing with your brother.
I want to go fishing with my brother.
Oh. Wasn't so hard, was it?
-Deceptively easy. -Mm-hmm.
Too easy?
Mm.
But you have to pay the ferryman first.
-[chuckles] The ferryman. -Mm-hmm.
I knew there was a catch.
Oh, boy, is there.
♪ gentle music ♪
[river flowing]
Well, you're eating
the food you were too good for, I see.
Where are the car keys?
Uh, they're in my pocket.
May I have them, please?
What-- [groans] I can't see.
Oh, for God's sake.
It's-- [groans] Not-not the keys, not the keys.
-Not the keys. -Thank you.
Where are you going?
[Russell groans]
-Mom, I asked you a question. -Heard it.
♪ purposeful music ♪
[mortician] You would like him laid to rest
on the family ranch?
Is that possible?
Well, you'd need to go to the courthouse
and register a portion of your land as a cemetery.
Must be notated that way by both the county and the state.
-Why is that? -Well, the state
must certify each burial to prevent one
from simply burying somebody somewhere in the woods.
-Oh. -You can see how that might
cause a few issues.
Yeah. I can see that.
But, um, this cemetery can
be private, just for my family?
Absolutely.
-Is it best to use an attorney? -Depends.
You got the deed and a survey showing the proposed site?
It sounds like this is a job for an attorney.
I can recommend one, if you like.
Thank you.
[sighs] Mrs. Clyburn,
I knew your husband,
and I knew his brother very well.
Well enough to know that, uh, his great wish
would be to spend eternity on that place.
I can guess the same of Preston,
but I feel obligated to point something out to you.
If you sell that land,
or your children sell it,
the new owners have no obligation
to allow you to visit him.
They can decide to remove the cemetery altogether,
have your loved ones exhumed
and move their bodies to a new location
or have 'em cremated.
It may give you peace in your lifetime,
but beyond that, the vessels of your beloved,
and maybe even you,
are at the mercy of strangers
who do not know of your husband's love for that place
and, frankly, don't care.
You didn't ask me for advice, but
I would advise you to think very carefully,
because this is not a decision that can be undone.
♪ gentle music ♪
♪♪♪
[crying]
I don't think I'm strong enough for this.
I don't think I can do this without you.
♪♪♪
-[engine shuts off] -[vehicle door opens]
[vehicle door closes]
Can I have the keys, please?
Why should I give you the keys? It's my rental.
So you don't leave us stranded again.
Look around you, Abigail.
This is the farthest thing from being stranded.
Oh, my God.
[Preston] Got snowed out today.
Yesterday was 75 and not a cloud in the sky.
By midnight, it was snowing sideways.
By morning, there was six inches on the ground,
so Paul and I did what any 40-year-old would do
with his brother. We drank a 12-pack of beer
and built a snowman the size of a suburban.
-[chuckles] -Then the sun came out
and we drank another 12-pack watching it melt.
Any evidence of snow was gone by noon.
By then, we were too drunk to fish.
[laughs]
Not too drunk to write, though.
So it's just you and me, journal.
My girls have never built a snowman.
No yard to build it in.
But it'll snow in June again someday,
and maybe I will have convinced my girls pissing in the woods
-is rather liberating. -[laughs]
Or maybe I'll just build an outhouse.
Hey, that's an idea.
Build a cabin where the tents are,
and then another one with a kitchen.
Place to gather.
I wonder if we could dig a well?
At least we'd have water.
[knocking on door]
[Abigail] Truce.
I don't do truces.
Fine, I surrender.
The girls made a card for the cowboy and his wife.
Was it a lecture on pronouns?
It says "thank you," Mom.
Good. They deserve a "thank you."
What's the other cabin like?
It's... [sighs]
...it's fine, Mom.
That isn't what I asked.
It's a little weird, uh...
but it's comfortable.
Weird? How?
Uh, old games and toys.
Mom?
Mom, the girls are sleeping.
♪ quiet music ♪
Sorry, girls.
♪♪♪
Mom, what?
He built them for us.
That one is for you and your sister,
-and that one was for me. -You don't know that.
No, I read it.
I read his-his-his thought as it came to him.
I'm so blind.
[scoffs]
I knew I had a good marriage.
I did.
I looked around at all my friends, and...
...I thanked my lucky stars.
Because the frame of reference
is at every dinner party in New York.
♪ quiet music ♪
But what I didn't know was how lucky I was.
We missed a lot.
We missed a lot, honey. And...
...we won't ever get it back.
[Paige] Russell?
-Russell? -Yeah?
[Russell clears throat]
I forgive you.
-O-okay. -Did you hear me?
I said I forgive you.
Yeah, I don't... [sighs]
I don't know what I'm being forgiven for.
For the hornets.
-I didn't put them there. -But you knew they were there.
-I told you they were there. -Russell,
I'm trying to forgive you.
-Why won't you let me? -Okay. Thank you.
I need your help.
Paige, I can't see.
Use your good eye and get up here.
How's your eye?
Closed. How's your butthole?
Same.
They get the kitty, too?
They got everything, baby.
You want me to kiss it better?
Hell no, you are
so far from kissing the kitty after today,
you can't even see it from there.
I can almost see it if you just turn to the side.
No kitty.
I mean, you said you forgave me.
All right.
Let me teach you something about women.
When I forgive you,
we don't go back to the moment
before you wronged me.
We go back to the very beginning
when we first met and I thought you were
sort of cute with a good sense of humor.
So we're back to our first date?
Yes,
but right now, I need itch cream
on my boo-boos.
Wow, this hornet poison really,
like, plumped the whole thing up.
-Really? -Yeah.
I mean, like this is a caboose.
I wonder if there's clinics in New York
that would do this sort of thing, huh?
What, so you only like my ass
after it's been attacked by a swarm of hornets?
I didn't say that, okay? I never said that!
I love it. I've always loved it.
It's the same. It's just...
it's more.
Do you think it's permanent?
Could be. I don't know.
Wait, you're not supposed to rub it in.
-It's not a freaking lotion. -Okay, I'm sorry. I'm sorry.
Do you want me to go back downstairs?
Or can I sleep with you on the first date
in the second year of our marriage?
Cuddle me.
But don't touch my ass.
H-How do I...
Hold my head.
[clears throat]
Okay. [sighs]
You got it?
[sighs]
[Paige sighs]
What do you think of Montana?
Mmm.
I... I don't, uh,
I'm not a fan. Not my cup of tea.
It's okay, baby.
We're city mice. We aren't supposed to like it.
I'm not.
Yeah, I-I don't actually think of myself as a mouse.
-No? -No.
-What are you? -More like a...
like a tiger.
You know, like a...
like an urban tiger.
My tiger.
Yeah.
Yeah, see, that's more...
Yeah, I prefer that.
My big, tough tiger.
Mmm, that's much better.
♪ gentle music ♪
Hey, tiger can't touch the kitty.
Accident, sorry.
-Bad tiger. -I'm sorry.
Bad tiger.
[softly] Bad tiger.
Okay, you can touch it a little.
A little. [laughs]
A little.
[imitates tiger]
Oh, the mouse is scared of the tiger.
Wait, are you the mouse?
-I'm the mouse. -Okay. Okay.
-No, you're the tiger. -Mmm.
[Paige laughs]
♪♪♪
[birds singing]
Come here, girls.
I heard you made our neighbors a card.
That was the right thing to do.
Do you know why it was the right thing to do?
They did something to help us,
something we never asked them to do. They just did it.
To be kind.
Now, you can disagree with what they say, what they do,
how they live, and you may be right.
But there is no denying
that they were kind to you.
You can choose not to be their friends.
You can choose to live your life
completely different.
But choose to be kind back.
[Bridgett] We did.
That's why we made them the card.
You made them the card because your mother told you to.
But when you give them the card,
give it to them to be kind.
Okay. Now, tell your mother to round the troops.
We're going on a walk.
Who are the troops?
Everyone is the troops.
So Paige, Russell, and Mom.
That would be them.
[breathes shakily]
[whispering] Okay. Okay, I can do this.
I can... Yeah.
Okay.
Nope, I'm not gonna do it.
I'm not gonna do it.
[bats chittering]
-Oh, what the fuck? -What?
What are you doing?
-What are you doing? -This isn't happening.
-I'm supposed to be a mystery! -I haven't seen anything.
-Get out. -Okay, fine.
-No, other way! -Okay, I'm going the other way.
[sighs]
♪ quiet music ♪
[Stacy] Honey, I killed all the hornets.
You can stop shitting in the barn.
This is my hell.
I don't know why you put me in it, but here I am.
In hell, with my whole family.
Ready?
Is it far?
-No, it's not far. -[Russell] 'Cause these are
technically slippers, so...
The Indians walked this barefoot.
Sorry, Macy,
-Native Americans. -First Nations.
Yeah, well, all of them.
Barefoot, thousands of years, right here.
Technically, no, they, uh, they wore moccasins
with a thick leather sole,
or hide would probably be the--
-Ready? -[Abigail] Yeah.
-Here we go again. -Yep.
Yep.
[Russell clears throat]
♪ quiet, dramatic music ♪
[Stacy] This is your father's favorite place.
And...
where he will lay with his brother.
Someday, me, too.
You could choose this as well
or choose something else. It's your decision.
Your last decision, as it were.
But I know that he would choose this
if he were here to choose it.
-I think it's perfect. -[Stacy] Uh,
wait to hear it all first.
So, if I bury him here, I must protect him
and this place.
In order to do that, I will sell the townhouse in Manhattan,
establish a trust with the funds
that exists solely to preserve this place,
so that nobody-- that includes all of you--
can lose it or ever sell it.
Why sell your home?
Because I can't afford to take care of all of you
and this place any other way.
We can take care of ourselves.
Well, this is the way I've decided.
This is my home now.
I die here, too.
And when I do,
you put me right next to him.
♪ gentle music ♪
[Paige] Abby.
Abby, do something.
Do you know what happened when he died?
The whole family died with him.
Right here, in the middle of nowhere.
♪♪♪
♪ gentle music ♪
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