Carl’s alarm clock goes off bright and early. It’s 6:00 a.m. He gets out of bed, joints a poppin’, grabs his cane, and takes his motorized stair chair downstairs. He does not look happy.
Carl eats breakfast alone, then tidies up the house. He adjusts his grape soda button—the one Ellie gave him decades ago—and, after undoing enough locks to keep out the entire zombie cast of The Walking Dead, takes a seat on his front porch.
A wide shot shows that Carl and Ellie’s cute little house is surrounded by a massive, noisy construction zone. Skyscrapers are going up all around it.
Carl gets the mail, dismissing a pamphlet for the Shady Oaks retirement home. Then he whips out a leaf blower to blast the construction dust off of the mailbox that he and Ellie installed and painted their names on together.
Exposition time! Tom the Construction Foreman comes over and repeats his boss’s offer to Carl: Basically, they’ll pay him a bunch of money to move out. Carl’s not having it.
Carl grabs Tom’s megaphone and yells insults at Tom’s boss across the construction site, embarrassing Tom in front of his slick, suited-up boss
Then Carl tells Tom to tell his boss he can have his house. When he’s dead.