Wish I Was Here Page #2

Men have man needs.

Those man needs need to be met.

Well, Sarah doesn't really care

about my man needs right now, Dad.

We have a lot going on.

So, you're taking things into

your own hands, so to speak.

Hilarious. Why haven't you

paid the yeshiva tuition, Dad?

I have aggro rabbis

stalking me in crosswalks.

It's like an Orthodox zombie movie.

We need to talk. But can you

please clean yourself up first?

I can't talk to you with

your pants at your ankles.

Fine.

Kugel, no. Kugel!

Sorry.

I know you can't stand the dog.

He's usually so well trained.

If you trained that dog to

piss everywhere but the lawn,

then you did an incredible job.

Pool looks good.

What are you growing,

typhoid or hepatitis?

What's going on with the fence?

You have a nice little slice

of Mumbai back here, Aidan.

The yard has been this

way since we moved in.

Are you gonna comment on

it every time you see it?

I haven't gotten a decent check

since I did that dandruff commercial.

Ironically, you still have dandruff.

What is going on with

the tuition checks, Dad?

We had a deal.

You said you'd cover it

as long as you got to pick the school.

And you did.

You have your indoctrinated,

little religious grandchildren.

You cannot make me hound

you for these checks.

The cancer's back, Aidan.

I didn't want to worry

you till I knew for sure.

- But now you do.

- Now I do.

And it's pretty bad.

How bad is "pretty bad"?

It's metastasized

from my lungs, spreading.

Oh, my God.

Found this place out in Malibu.

Treats your own stem

cells and then injects

them right back into you.

Good as new.

But I'm going to have

to pay out of pocket.

So...

So, I can't afford the

school anymore, Aidan.

I'm down to my last savings and

I decided to spend it on this.

So, you win.

My father has cancer, my children

have to drop out of school,

and I don't have a job.

How could I possibly be winning?

God works in mysterious ways.

This is particularly mysterious.

Oh, one more thing.

I'm gonna be laid up for a while.

I'm gonna need you to watch Kugel.

Oh! There's so much

bad news all at once.

What do we do?

What do you mean, "What do we do?"

We move forward.

It's the only direction God gave us.

Hi, sweetie.

Noah!

I know you're in there.

I can hear you trolling.

Noah, I'm not leaving!

Go away!

Dude, I drove all the way out here.

Open the f***ing door.

What's the password?

Um... Is it,

"Your father's dying and

I need to talk to you"?

I knew that was it.

Sunlight, Noah. Noah, sunlight.

Is Dad really dying again or

are you just crying wolf?

It's all over his body, Noah.

The wolf is here.

Kugel, no!

No, no, no, don't stop him.

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