Where's the boy?

Why?

He's not here.

He's with his father.

His father.

We came to see our grandson.

You mean you didn't come here to eat my pork chops If you brought us all the way out here for the sake of a joke?

Lauren has said you were rough Park and I can see already.

You're no day at the races.

No, ma'am.

Come on, everybody sit down.

It's not gonna get any better.

Cold.

Okay.

Mhm.

Okay?

Yeah.

Oh, your grandson's with my Donny.

Yeah.

Yeah.

He took Jimmy along to pick up the boy's mother from work.

Lorna, she's working at Monkey Ward.

We could have seen Jimmy and Lorna in Gladstone.

Now, I am feeling insulted by you.

You really don't give a damn about sharing a meal?

I just met.

Maybe you're a Jew.

Maybe you can't eat pork chops.

Yeah, Yeah, I'll breathe easy.

Anyone who knows me knows I can't be insulted.

Eat my chops or don't.

Uh, well, we'd certainly hoped to meet Donnie's family someday.

Oh, had you, I think.

Well, I'm glad to learn that.

Yeah.

I thought we should meet to have ourselves a chat.

Would have been nice if it had been at the wedding.

But maybe it was too much to ask for his mother to be invited.

Or his brother's poor Uncle Bill.

Yeah.

You weren't invited.

You recollect seeing us there.

And that's our fault.

Didn't stop to think for yourselves.

You must have come from somewhere.

Must have family.

Frankly, we thought only that Donnie was a grown man.

Your son is dead.

It's understandable you forget.

I've never really done reasoning, teaching them the right way.

That's why I have to bring my boy home.

So keep an eye on it.

Your boys.

Perfect.

Now it's not really fair to compare him and die.

Wouldn't ever compare Donnie to our son.

Yeah, mhm.

He said you two don't approve.

I'm surprised to hear he gives a damn what we think.

He couldn't be bothered to tell us they were leaving.

My boy doesn't have to answer to you.

No, he Yeah, he does not.

And we don't have to answer to you.

Ooh, we better get some food in our bellies before this get together.

Turns into a real blood feud.

We got numbers on.

Yeah.