The Taylors drive up their driveway, Death Cab for Cutie's "Bixby Canyon Bridge" playing overtop for these final scenes. They find "For Sale" signs in their yard. Tami watches, hands in pockets as Coach walks through the yard, tearing them up and tossing them at the garage door, then standing at the foot of the driveway looking out into the neighborhood, challenging the cowards in the shadows to say it to his face. Tami calls him in.
Cut over to Lyla, watching Tim drive off, both looking unsure. Then to Tim, in the Playgirl Ranch's backyard, empty pool cavernous and metaphoric. Billy covering the spools of copper wire with a canvas tarp.
Cut over to Matt and Julie, walking along the street, flirting and jostling.
And then back to the Taylors, for a beautiful series of shots of them moving about the bedroom, one in focus then the other. Coach comes around and sits on the bed next to Tami, she puts her arm around him and rests her head on his shoulder. Close up on Coach's face, staring and exhausted, and then cut around to a shot from above, the two figures slumped on the edge of the bed, in their modest bedroom, with their modest furniture and cluttered vanity, and it's so nice that someone takes such CARE to make this world for us, because it is sad and lovely.