Last Weekend

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- Thank you.

- I'll take care of it.

- Talk to you later.

- Okay.

You should have called.

I...

Oh.

I didn't know

you had even landed.

Sorry.

I thought...

You're here.

Hi.

- You look beautiful.

- Thank you.

Why is your hair so sticky?

Oh.

You have to meet Luke.

Where is he?

Luke!

He's the boyfriend, right?

No, no.

He is not my boyfriend.

Okay, okay.

Just lover?

Nora?

Hello.

Celia, it's been so long.

Mwah.

Oh, oh.

- Mwah.

- Okay.

How continental we are

these days.

I guess that's how it is

in Hollywood.

Celia, this is Sean Oakes.

Hi. Great to meet you.

- Hello.

- Hi.

Hey, I-I'm Luke.

Oh, Mom, this is Luke Caswell.

Yes, I-I know.

I suppose I could say

I've heard so much about you,

except that I haven't

because Theo never

tells his parents anything.

I've been busy.

Thank you so much for having us.

The weather is perfect.

Yeah, you have

a really beautiful home here.

Yes.

Well, you all must be exhausted.

Do you get service here now?

I just need to check in

with my assistant.

No.

We still don't get cell service

on the property.

No one does in the bay.

Sometimes you can get

a text message.

Everyone thinks it's charming.

It's goddamn annoying.

You'll have to call from inside.

Come on.

Roger and Vanessa are bringing

all the food I ordered

from Ikeda's.

Hope they get here soon,

or we might have to start eating

our limbs like the Donner party.

Who wants iced tea?

Hey.

"Welcome to our cabin."

That's cute.

Is that what we're calling

Tahoe lake houses these days?

Theo, stop it.

I bought it from that lady

at the farmers' market

who sells local folk art.

"Made in China."

Well, why don't you show

everyone where they're sleeping?

Nora, you'll be

in the front guest room.

Theo, you and Luke

will be in your old room.

Whoa, why aren't we staying

in the guest house

or in the Stone Room?

Your brother and Vanessa

will be in the guest house.

I thought you'd want to be

in your old room.

Right.

I'm almost 30, and I want

to stay in my childhood bedroom.

It doesn't even have

a double bed.

Well, put the beds together.

Mm-mm.

No, we're sleeping

in the Stone Room.

Fine.

I don't care.

Put your friend...

What's her name, the actress?

Blake.

Put Blake and her guest

in your room,

though the Stone Room gets cold,

remember,

and I don't want you leaving

the electric heater on at night.

You'll burn the place down.

And that enormous car...

Is it going to stay

in the driveway?

Where did it come from?

Did you rent it?

What does it matter?

I just don't like you driving.

Mom, why do you care?

You have never been completely

comfortable behind the wheel,

and you live in New York.

No one ever drives in New York.

We're going up.

Come on.

I only want you to be safe.

Ah, and here we are,

the Stone Room.

- It's beautiful.

- Yeah.

I thought you said

that your mom was crazy.

She is crazy.

No, she's not.

Okay, most people

have trains of thought.

My mom has, like, 15,000 Post-it

notes flapping around.

She seems fun,

more fun than my family.

I mean...

Is that the guest house?

No, that is

where the caretaker lives.

That is the guest house.

It used to belong to this couple

from Nob Hill.

They drank a lot.

Ugh.

Hey, how come you don't live

in San Francisco?

Oh, my parents.

I love them, but it...

We just shouldn't spend

too much time

very close together, you know?

Yeah.

Is this your old room?

Yeah.

Oh.

It is so cute.

Guess so.

Oh, uh, don't...

don't touch those.

Sorry.

It's okay.

God damn it!

Don't you have to hit pound

at the end?

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