City of Trees

There's my girl.

Thank you.

- Looking good. - Hi Dad.

Sweater party Friday night How was your flight?

- It was okay. - Okay?

Yeah.

You asshole!

This is not private property. Come on!

Jesus!

You too.

The hell.

Here, here.

- No mom, I'm okay. - Don't want you catching cold.

I'm okay.

- No sweetheart, come on. - I'm good, thank you.

It's cold out. I don't want you to get sick.

Here.

You're hovering.

Of course I am. That's what mothers' do.

Here. Okay.

I love you.

It's good to have you home, sweetie.

It is.

We missed ya.

Missed you.

Let's do that again. That was fun.

Oh god, I've got too much to do.

It's called the City of Trees,

but why do I feel like I can't breathe.

Don't be so dramatic.

High school was fuckin' weird.

What's weird about it?

I don't know, man. I just feel like

You were good.

I feel like you're just always good.

Years of practice. You know.

- You practice at it? - Yeah.

- That's what you do? - I don't know.

I just feel like I made a decision

to just kind of say "fuck it"

and just be who I wanted to be.

- In high school? - Yeah, I'm kind of a

Kind of a cool guy, aren't I?

Okay you can go now.

You want me to leave? Okay, I'll just get out of here.

- No, no, no. - Yeah, yeah, yeah.

- Bye. - Bye!

Cheers.

I don't know man. I just... I don't know.

I think peaking just wasn't on my graph chart.

I feel like my life has always been

just kind of a straight line. You know just

You've never really changed.

Not in a bad way though.

In... yeah, really good way.

- Yeah. - Yeah. I mean,

not that I'm like giving you a compliment or anything.

Thanks, I appreciate that. Now you never, you know.

- Yeah, I feel like yours is - Don't.

Is more like

Aww... Hey!

Aww... Hey! Aww...

Like waves in the ocean. I'm like...

Maybe like a sound wave

of a really, really complex...

...techno song?

- You're an asshole. - That's me!

Or like heartbeat. Or something like

more rhythm to it. - One with a murmur though.

You're such a dick.

I guess no one knew me in high school.

Unless people that, I mean, I don't know.

There were some that really knew me.

- Yeah. - There's you.

Yeah, there's me. You know the ones you know.

You know? - You know.

Do you think that's why you didn't get invited

to the 10-year reunion?

Why would I care though? It's...

Don't burn yourself. - I don't want to burn myself.

The popular ones are just married and have four kids

or gross.

The weirdos are making it happen in life.

The fuck do I care? - Yeah. Yeah!

Fuck you, Ryan Langly!

- Fuck you, Donna Hughes! - Yeah!

The fuck kind of name is 'Donna Hughes' anyway?

Don-na Huuughes! Fuck you, Derrick Mallock!

That's too many consonants in a name.

Der-rick Mal-lock. Shut up!

- Fuck you, Sophie Michaels! - Ooh...

She's actually still pretty hot. And kinda nice, actually.

How? How is that fair

How the fuck is that fair?

- Do I smell smoke? - Uh-uh

We're not smoking.

- Who's that? - She's never going

- Hi, Mrs. Sadler. - It's Teddy.

- Oh, hi Teddy. - Hey.

Goodnight mom.

Listen, you need to go to bed really soon because we got to

get to the grocery store really early tomorrow.

Why?

Because they're having a sale on turkeys.

- Okay. - Goodnight.

Goodnight.

- Goodnight. - Goodnight.

I don't know why we're so afraid of you mom.

How old are we again?

Ugh. - Old enough.

Yeah.

I just can't believe you make it back here every year

for this.

Nostalgia, man.

Gets me every time. - You make it back for Easter.

- I love Easter. - Who says that?

I better not see anyone I know here.

It was your decision to come out in pajamas, not mine.

Do you know what time it is?

So when did you decide that hair color?

I'm going to get the cranberry sauce.

We need eight cans.

Hey, it's Sophie! Look who it is. Sophie.

Hey Sophie! Hi!

Oh hey, Mrs. Sadler.

Hi. Look who's home.

It's her first holiday home in seven years.

Ainsley.

I know who you are.

We went to school together for like 12 years.

Uh, are you here for the 10-year reunion?

No, I actually wasn't invited to that.

Oh, well this is awkward.

Yeah.

I'm just here for holidays and stuff.

- Oh, cool. - Yeah.

Are you gonna be around for the sweater party Friday night?

I Wouldn't miss it.

It's supposed to be freezing tomorrow night,

so I'll see you then too. - Okay. That's great.

- Thank you. - Number 8.

Gotta go, called my number.

- Bye. - Bye.

How do you know Sophie?

She comes over to cover the plants when it gets cold.

She's a nice girl.

- What's our number? - 39.

Oh my god, mom.

Hey, what's the rush? Hold on.

Okay. Gotta get dad some soda.

You know how he like his soda.

Pineapple crush. Ooh! He'd love that.

Let's see.

Oh yeah, oh yeah. Get some of that.

Did you say hi to Sophie?

- No. - Honey.

- Go out there and help her. - I'm tired, mom.

I'm really tired.

Ainsley Sadler.

- 'Night. - Goodnight.

So you live in LA?

Yep.

I don't live too far from here.

I'm sure you still have better things to do than...

this.

It seems like it kind of requires a lot.

Not really. Like what?

Ugh. Checking the weather?

I do that most days anyway.

You're not used to the cold weather anymore, huh?

Not really.

You know, last year when I was out here covering everything

real snowflakes started falling.

I've never seen that before.

Real life ones? As opposed to the fake ones?

I'd only seen the

paper ones we used to cut out in school.

It's crazy.

You think you know a place so well,

but it still surprises you.

That is crazy. Surprising is definitely

the last word I'd use for this place.

It's kind of the beauty of it, though.

I'd say it's more the anxiety-inducing part.

Thank you for helping.

But you know, you don't have to.

Okay.

You good then? - Yeah, I'm good.

Cool.

See ya.

Shit.

Shit.

Is it like an ugly sweater party, or what?

It's just a sweater party. No.

And I have one from your Aunt Sheridan you're gonna wear.

No mom, I brought sweaters.

Too bad.

Come on. Make your dad happy.

He'd love to see you in it.

How long has Sophie been helping you?