Aloha Page #3

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How did you end up supervising

a gate blessing? If I may.

I'm sad.

You were listening?

I mean, honey--

I'm not even a guy who says "honey."

--- you got a baritone built for Broadway.

- Sh*t.

- Oh, shoot. Shoot, shoot, sh*t.

- Well, which is it?

- Is it "sh*t" or "shoot"?

- I am deeply offended by myself, sir.

Let me ease you off

the sh*t-shoot mountain, captain.

I work for Global One.

Carson Welch is a private citizen...

...who outfits struggling countries

with communications and freedom.

- Private citizen?

- Mm-hm.

Communications and freedom?

- L'll withhold my comment, sir.

- Good.

Don't text your father about

the washer, honey. He's in Kuwait.

Why is he always in the places

where the war is over?

Oh, I don't know, sweetie.

That's why

your mom takes long walks.

Mitchell, time to put the camera down

and join the land of the living here.

- What's different about you, Mom?

- Hmm?

Your bad mood's not convincing.

Okay, drink water, not soda,

and I don't want you to eat too late.

Gracie, work on your formal dress like

we talked about. Mitchell, camera down.

Next sign of the Arrival:

Ancient Hawaiian spirits

begin to appear.

This place has a lot of mana.

That's Hawaiian for--

I know what it means, captain.

Power and spirit.

Mm-hm.

- We're stuck.

- No, we're not. I know a shortcut.

- Yeah?

- Right up that hill.

- Can you make that, captain?

- Oh, I can make that.

Do you need help?

- Watch your step.

- Ah.

Do I need help? Heh.

Super good, captain.

Super, super good.

You hung around the bush I

Like you were woodsmoke I

Spirits playing spoons

With your bones a'

And I could feel you in the air a'

You taught me how to be

A working man N

- Captain.

- Yes?

When we get to the Kingdom, I'm gonna

need Bumpy all to myself, you know that.

It'll be a beautiful dance, sir.

You know, I was once a dancer.

- I broke my tibia. Joined the Air Force.

- Yeah, well, I dance alone.

I'll back you up.

We all work together. It's life.

We got three wars going on right now.

We're not in Coachella...

...waiting for the Molly to kick in

so we can writhe in the mud...

...and wait for Tupac's hologram

to come on and make us feel things.

- Understood.

- Good.

You're cynical. I get it. I really do.

Call it what you will, captain. I go hard,

I go deep, sometimes I break things.

Okay?

- Okay.

- There will come a point...

...I'm gonna give you a look.

That means it's Brian's time.

Who's Brian?

I'm Brian!

"Miles of blue," remember?

You never had a partner?

I know your ex-wife gave you

the heave a year ago.

Hey. That'd be off-limits repartee for us,

captain. I lone-wolfed it all the way.

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