Now it's back to the beach, where Nate is relaying his Chinese checkers dream to Brenda. He reads off the long quote from his dad, and Brenda is surprisingly able to fill in the last few sentences for him. "It's The Bhagavad Gita," she says, reminding him that he read it at her house. "But it sounded so profound," whines Nate. "And now you're telling me it's just recycled from my brain?" "From your drug-addled brain," reminds Brenda. Just then, Nate's phone rings. It's David, calling to congratulate him for having passed the Funeral Directors examination. "I had totally forgotten about that," says Nate, showing that he's really not all that different from you or me. "I'm really proud of you," says David, in a nicely touching sibling moment, but Nate (quite literally, in fact) seems to have more important things on his mind. Brenda meanwhile has packed up her bags and gotten ready to leave while all this goes on. Once Nate finally hangs up, she claims to have a client, and rebuffs Nate's attempts to make plans with her for later. "I'm having enough trouble just being with myself right now," she says. "I'm sorry, it's not you. It's me. I'm fucked up." And then she adds the four little words that guys like Nate never like to hear: "You can't fix it." She walks off, leaving him alone to stare at the breaking waves. It's a nice, serious dramatic moment as he stands up and walks slowly out into the water, but unfortunately, all I can focus on is Peter Krause's nasty new mullet look. And that's okay, anyway, because it turns out that his trip into the ocean was merely another metaphorical dream sequence. "You're in the game now, buddy-boy," says a newly appeared Late Nate, "whether you like it or not." Fade to white.
Lazarus: I like what you did there at the end with the ocean thing. Of course, I do feel compelled to point out that MY guy could have actually walked on top of the water.
Alan Ball: Listen, just because somebody wrote a book about him...
Lazarus: Dude. He brought. Me back. From the dead. That guy's preaching to the choir as far as I'm concerned.
Alan Ball: Yeah. Ha ha. "Preaching to the choir." That's reeeeal clever.
Lazarus: It wasn't supposed to be. I really am in the choir. Wanna hear? I do a mean "Nearer My God To Thee."
Alan Ball: Get out. Now.
Lazarus: Aww, come on. Just one song?
Ala Ball: I'm serious, man. You don't want to mess with me. "I am the death that carries off all, and the origin of things that are to be."