Over Your Dead Body

My darling.

I love you more than you can imagine.

You deserve endless happiness and infinite love.

And that's why you deserve...

the fastest 5G network in America,

with no hidden fees and a free NorvaCom XP4 phone.

-It's time you got engaged to Lumezza Wireless.

-And cut! Cut it.

Reset!

-It's a cut. Uh, good job, Frank.

Rene, that's beautiful work. Let's go to the fifteens.

Yes. -Uh, it was a little low.

-I'm sorry. What? -The phone.

They were just wanting to get one

where the phone is a little higher in frame.

-Higher? It's gonna be a cutaway,

so just tell him it'll be fine.

Um, just real quick.

-So if we could just do one more

where it's a little higher...

Going again!

Going again!

-Oh, thanks. -See ya, Anna.

Hey. Decent day.

Right? -Yeah.

-We're going up to the cabin this weekend.

Did I tell you that? -No. Uh...

Lisa. Lisa and I.

We're going -- going up to the cabin.

-Oh. Oh, yeah. Oh. -Yeah.

-How, uh, how are things with you and Lisa?

-Lisa's planning a big hike for "Sunurday" --

Saturday or Sunday. -Oh. Uh-huh.

-She's going by herself up into the mountains all alone,

which I keep telling her,

"Lisa. Lisa. It just sounds dangerous."

Okay.

-It's also supposed to snow up there,

which feels even more dangerous.

Oh. Oh.

Well, I should get going.

But you did a great job today,

and I really value our friendship.

Okay, well, see ya, Dan.

-Hello. -Have a good weekend.

Oh. Yeah. It's gonna be fine.

-No. Not you. It's me.

We, uh, we still good for tomorrow?

Uh, yeah, I'll be there.

You got the, uh...

you know, whatever you need for...

-I got it. -Okay. Alright. Great.

I'll see you in, uh... -Hey. Afterwards...

Do you think we could take the boat out?

What?

-'Cause we're gonna be up there.

Maybe we could take the boat out for fun.

-No! No! Obviously not.

-Okay, yeah. -Tomorrow, noon.

Don't be late.

Lisa and I are going up to the cabin this weekend.

Oh, fuck.

You see how many fucking blueberries are in this yogurt?

-Yeah. -You know, everything

is just so damn sweet these days.

The whole country's going to hell.

Sorry about that, Dad.

Jesus.

-If there are any new details...

-So Lisa is planning this big hike for Saturday.

Yeah, she's going up into the mountains all by herself.

I keep telling her it's very, very dangerous.

But... -Lisa? Is she still with you?

I thought you fucked that up.

No. We're fine.

I just thought it would be nice to relax.

-Relax? For what? -Yes.

-From playing make-believe with your Hollywood pedophiles?

Or maybe relax from asking me for money.

- Okay. - Relax from that.

I mean, you know, you and your whole generation,

you got to have everything handed to you.

You got to cry when you don't get a trophy.

But you're not ready to bleed for it.

What you all need is a good war.

-Yeah, I hear that about war. That it's good.

-Yeah. It made a man out of me.

Men are not born, Daniel. They're made.

They're forged in a furnace of pain and suffering,

hardened by glorious battle.

-Okay, Mr. Burton. -Oh, fuck off, Kevin!

Sorry, Kevin.

-Christ. He's trying to poison me.

Ahh.

-I should have died over there in combat.

Not here. Not like this. This...

Well, I should get going.

Dan, I wish a war upon you.

I know you do, Dad.

I said fuck off, Kevin!

Hey, Dan!

-Hey! Hey, Rachel.

Happy hunting.

- Hey. - Hi.

-Are you ready for some hiking?

-What the hell are you talking about? I'm not hiking.

You always park so close to the bushes.

Why?!

-Oh, I like that. Okay.

Okay, okay.

-Can you not eat another protein bar on the way up?

Because I want to make you dinner,

and I don't want you to be full.

Aw.

I like it when you tell me what to do.

How's your dad?

- He's fine. Same.

Loves you.

-Utterly embarrassed by my existence.

Is that the new play?

-Yeah. -Yeah?

How is it? -Yeah, it's good.

Horse!

Sorry. What were you saying?

It's fine.

-Yeah? Well, I'm certain you will get the part.

Thank you.

I don't know, though,

because the director's kind of a pretentious asshole, you know?

Sort of part of our job description.

Yeah.

He's a theater director, though.

What's that supposed to mean?

Nothing.

-What? Because I direct films, I'm not as good...

Are you saying films aren't art?

-No, obviously, films can be art.

-Oh, so you're saying my films aren't art.

-No, I'm saying you don't direct films.

-I have. -Yeah.

You directed one eight years ago,

but now you direct pop-up ads.

O-kay!

What?

Those pop-up ads --

which is not exactly what they are, by the way --

paid off our Visa bill.

-That you ran up. -Supporting you.

Okay. Wow.

-And your noble work in the theater.

-Okay. -Not Broadway, mind you.

-Alright. -Off-season...

-Alright. Easy. -Catskills...

jukebox musicals. -Can we not?

-Which gives you the artistic high ground of a...

-Can we not? -Something low.

-Can we not? -A submarine!

-Can we please, Jesus, just pretend to be happy

for one weekend and we can just fucking pretend?

-Yes, yes, yes. -Please, ah!

Yes. Yes.

Yes.

-I wasn't even trying to insult you.

I was trying to insult this fucking guy.

If it makes you feel any better,

I think you're an amazing director.

We both know that's bullshit.

Horse!

-Can you get the groceries, please?

Yeah.

Where's the key?

-It's right where you're reaching, on top of the door.

No, it's not.

-It is. Do you want me to help you?

-No, I got it. -Okay.

Hey, I found it.

Alright.

Ahh.

It's wine o'clock, motherfucker.

Ha ha ha!

Ha. I have fun. Alright.

Fucking mice.

Seems like a tablespoon.

Okay, I think we're good.

Oh, hey, have you seen my sweater?

Uh...which one?

-Which one? The one that I always wear here.

The winter one. It's blue.

It has the decorative snowflakes on it.

Have you checked the closet?

-The closet where we keep the clothes?

Yes, I checked the closet.

Well, I haven't seen it.

-Oh. Can you not crush the garlic?

It needs to be sliced.

Yes, chef!

Okay.

I'm just -- I'm trying to follow the recipe,

and it says thinly sliced garlic.

-Oh, does it? Okay. My God.