The Descendants Page #4

And then I was, like... I was encouraged.

I thought that

that was an encouraging sign.

That's enough.

- I really think she heard me.

- Look, Troy, go to your friends.

There's no hard feelings.

Let's just leave it alone.

I told you, Matt.

The water that day was so choppy.

I've told you a hundred times.

What happened to her

could've happened to me.

The ocean was brutal that day.

Ask anybody.

You weren't supposed to be driving.

She was supposed to be driving.

She wanted me to drive.

She's the one that told me

to pass the other boat before the turn.

You know,

it's just your whole attitude towards me.

I didn't...

You know, I feel terrible about it.

Plus, I almost drowned myself

when the boat caps...

Hey.

Scottie! Hey, Scottie! Scottie!

Hey. Listen.

Don't pay any attention to that guy.

- That guy's a dope.

- I hate him.

Yeah, I know.

Hey, let's do something crazy.

Let's drive to the airport,

we'll hop over to the Big Island...

...and we'll surprise your sister.

What do you say?

- Right now?

- Yeah, it'll be fun. She's not expecting us.

And we can bring her home.

I think she should be with us, don't you?

Don't you miss her? I miss her.

Yeah. I mean, I'm out of school.

She should be too.

There you go. Okay.

Let's go. Come on.

Hey, Troy.

Somehow it feels natural to find

a daughter of mine on a different island.

A family seems exactly

like an archipelago:

All part of the same whole

but still separate and alone...

... and always drifting

slowly apart.

That's the wrong door.

Go back to sleep, Braelynn. It's okay.

Wake up your roommate, please.

- Um, Alex isn't here.

- Where is she?

- I think she's somewhere outside.

- Where outside?

- Hit it that way.

- No, between there.

Fuckhead.

Why are you hitting it that way?

You're supposed to be going through...

- Dude.

- Hey, girls!

What do you think you're doing?

- Oh, sh*t, here.

- Run.

- F***.

- Hi, Alex. It's me, Scottie.

I pay $35,000 a year

for this kind of crap not to happen.

- Alex.

- Dad?

My f***ing dad is here.

You need to watch your language.

This is unacceptable behavior.

What's up, Dad?

What's happening?

You need to come home

and see your mom.

F*** Mom.

Really?

What did I just say about the language?

You could get expelled for all of this.

What is it that makes the women

in my life wanna destroy themselves?

Elizabeth with her motorcycles

and speedboats and drinking.

Alexandra with her

drugs and older guys.

And Scottie.

With Elizabeth gone...

... what kind of a chance will

she have with just me?

Go to bed.

All right.

There we go.

I don't like eggs.

- Why didn't you tell me before I made them?

- I thought they were for you.

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