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Hey, Scott, it's me.

Now I'm getting worried,

so can you just at least text
me so I know you're okay?

Happier now?

Much.

Although, you know,
it's a little empty

without the boys
playing football,

running around like
idiots out here.

If you keep that
up, it's going to be

- a very long weekend.
- What?

Torturing yourself
because they're not here.

All right.

Oh, shit.

Hi, Eve. How are you?

Hey, Mags.

- Um, are you with Nick by chance?
- Yeah.

We just got up to the country.
He's unloading the car.

- What's up?
- I'm not sure.

I just haven't heard
from Scott in a few days,

and I'm just a
little bit worried.

Um, I thought maybe Nick
might have heard from him.

Hold on. He just came in.
I'll ask him. It's Eve.

She hasn't heard from
Scott in a few days.

- Have you heard from him?
- Nope.

Scott, though, probability is,

he's passed out in his
own vomit somewhere.

I'm just saying.

I'm so sorry, Eve.

No, Nick hasn't heard
from him either.

I'm sure everything's fine.

Scott's been trying
to stay sober again,

so I... I can't help
but imagine the worst.

Well, um, thank you.

Uh, you know, I'm
sure you're right.

I'm sure it's nothing.

All right. Bye. Okay, bye.

Oh, my God. Talk
about disaster.

I don't know how my
sister puts up with him.

Oh, you know, it's easier
to ignore the truth

than to face it.

Hey, Eve. What's going on?

Uh, I'm just curious.
Have you heard from Scott?

At this hour, no.

Have you ever known him
to get up before noon?

I know. I just... You know,
I didn't hear from him

yesterday or the day before.

And I know you're gonna
tell me I'm paranoid.

I just... This time, I'm just
I feel worried, you know?

Yeah, but isn't he back on tour?

Yeah. They're in Portland or
Seattle. I don't even know.

All right, well then I
wouldn't worry about it.

All right? He probably just
got busy after the shows

and probably just didn't call

because of the time difference.

Yeah? Yeah, maybe. Um...

Yeah. Okay. Well, if
you do hear from him,

will you please
tell him to call me?

Yeah, yeah, of course.

But trust me, you're gonna
hear from him long before I do.

All right. Thanks, Andy.

All right?
- I'll speak to you later. - Bye.

Sorry about that. It
was my little sister.

She hasn't heard
from her husband

in a couple of days,
and she's worried.

Oh, no. Should she be?

Eh, it's kind of
par for the course

for those two, so...

But as for us, I
got to tell you,

I'm getting very excited
about this weekend.

- Me too.
- Good.

We should talk about what
happened last night, though.

Yeah, last night.

So that wasn't a
bad dream I had.

Oh, no. That really
happened. What do you think?

Do you want to talk to her?
Do you want me to talk to her?

You know, I think it's
probably best if I talk to her.

But before I do,

you and I should probably have
a conversation first, right?

Well, what about?

Well, about us, this,
what it is we're doing,

where we think it
might be going.

Why, are you having
second thoughts?

No, no. Seriously,
just the opposite.

This past month, since
we've been together,

has been the happiest
I have been in years.

But like we saw last
night, it is complicated.

The fuck was that?

- You just hear that?
- Hear what?

I think somebody's
in the apartment.

Andy! It's me.

Oh, are you fucking
kidding me? It's Tina.

What? What the fuck
is she doing here?

I have no idea.
I'll be right there!

Okay. You got to do me a favor.

Please, just don't
come out and stay here.

I'm not just gonna - hide in here.
- Why not? All right?

Just give me a minute
to get rid of her.

Oh, we've got to
tell her eventually.

Yeah, I know, but not like this.

Andy. Get out here.

Okay. I'm sorry.
All right, please.

Just stay here, and we
will tell her another time.

Oh, Tina.

Oh!

What the hell? What's going on?

I'm sorry. I dropped the bottle.

Yeah, I can see that.

Oh, watch your feet.
Watch your feet.

All right, don't worry.
I will clean it later.

- Okay.
- What are you doing?

What are you doing here?

I was in the neighborhood...
having dinner.

Your name came up.

I was gonna call you,
and then I realized,

aha! I still have keys.

So I thought I
would surprise you.

Surprise!

Nice. But guess what?
You can't just do this

and show up
unannounced, all right?

So I'm gonna have
to ask you to leave.

I'm sorry. Now,
come on, let's go.

I just got here.

The place looks
great, by the way.

You haven't changed anything.
It's like I never left.

Yeah, well, I haven't gotten
around to redecorating yet.

- So please, come on, let's go.
- Are you busy?

Living a bachelor life,
chasing some girls?

Hey, don't try and pretend
like any of this was my doing.

Remember you're the one
who asked for a separation,

not me.

What if I told you I wasn't
seeing that guy anymore?

It wouldn't matter to
me one way or the other.

I would still want you to leave.

Really?

You know? I don't think
you're being honest with me.

You know why? Because I
know everything that happens

in that little head of yours.

Yeah, yeah, I know you do.

But guess what, I'm
gonna get my phone,

I'm gonna call you an
Uber, and you're gonna go.

But thank you so
much for stopping by.

Wait. Listen.

What if I told you I
think I made a mistake?

Come on. Really?

What the fuck is that?

Do we have company?

We do have company!

Please, Tina.

She's got style.

Where is she? Huh? Is
she in the bedroom?

She's nowhere. She's...

- Is she in there?
- Don't go in there.

You are not going
in the bedroom.

- She's in our bedroom!
- Come on.

I'm gonna go find her. Hello!

Knock, knock, little
whore. You in there?

Come on, you little whore.
Are you hiding? Come on out!

- Hi, Tina.
- Are you fucking

kidding me?

You and you.

Okay. I don't even
know what to say.

W... why don't we start with

how and when did
this fucking begin?

Do I talk to Tom? No.
No. Tina was your friend.

So after the divorce,
we went with you.

Oh, is that how it works?

Apparently so.

So now I have to
pick one of you two.

- So you heard about us, huh?
- Mm-hmm.

- Yeah.
- Yeah, sorry about that.

You okay?

Eh, you know, what
are you gonna do?

Fifteen years was
a good long run.

But if you want,

I guess you could be
friends with both of us.

Mm. What if I like you more?

Did to one another,
like... You know what? Shh.

I don't even want
to fucking hear it.

Forget it. You two disgust me.

- I'm so sorry.
- It's all right.

- Fuck.
- I'm sorry.

Hey.

You want to explain why
I haven't heard from you

in over 48 hours?

What are you talking about?

I texted you when I
landed in Sacramento.

That was three days ago.

Then I haven't heard
a peep from you since.

- I was scared.
- Of what?

I was working.

You know what a pain in
the ass these guys can be.

It's like dealing with
a pack of children.

Oh, yeah, I know
what that's like.

You didn't make any coffee?

Three hours ago.

Three hours ago. Oh.

Where the hell is the Advil?
My head is killing me.

It's where it always
is. In the bathroom.

Upstairs.

Welcome home.

Watch out!

Wrong way!

Oh, I hate when those
motherfuckers do that.

I know, and it's like
they do it all the time.

It's this new phenomenon.
When I first moved here,

you never saw
anybody on a bicycle.

Now it's like these guys
on their electric bikes

going 35 miles down
the frigging sidewalk.

- Yeah. Crazy.
- It's ridiculous.

Wait, how long have
you lived here?

Oh, God. Too long. 1998.

I followed my brother
and sister here.

Wow, you've been - in the city that long?
- Mm-hmm.

I can't do another
fucking winter.

Next year this
time, I'm in L.A.

Oh, I love living in L.A.

But Scott hates it so much,
so I'm kind of stuck here.

Oh, did you grow up there?

Mm-mm, I moved
there when I was 19.

You know, kind of
like everybody else,

just chasing the dream.

Wait, all these years we've
been working together,

and you never said you
were also an actress.

No, I wasn't.

I mean, I'm not.
I... I had a band.

You were not in a band!

What? Wait, what were you?

The singer? Oh, my God,
I could totally see that.

Singer, songwriter,
guitar player, you know.

Wait, so what happened?

Did you ever make a
record or do anything?

Oh, yeah. Yeah, we
made one great record.

And then, I don't know, I...

I don't know. I got pregnant
or the band broke up.

One... I don't know what
happened first, but...

Yeah, so...

But the dream kind of died.

It's so weird.

I have not thought about
this chapter in so long.

And now you are
the second person

who's recently
brought it up to me.

I also remember
you were in a band.

- Mag Scrambler.
- Mm-hmm.

That's a great name, by the way.

I mean, not that kids
today would get it.

Yeah, that was a long time ago.

And you knew my ex,
Stephanie Dawson.

She said you guys were
friends from your L.A. days?

Yes. Yes. Steph, I
love her. How is she?

Probably better now.

We got divorced a few years ago.

Oh. I'm sorry.

I have a confession to make.

We've met before.

I used to write for
"Spin Magazine."

When you guys
opened for PJ Harvey

at the Bowery Ballroom, I
actually interviewed you.

- You did not.
- I did.

I also reviewed the
show, gave it a rave.

Well, thank you.

Yeah, we didn't get
too many of those.

Well, admittedly,

I may have been a little biased
in my assessment of the show.

I had a pretty big crush on you.

Yeah, I think it was
the spring of '98.

You guys just released
your first album.

That's probably around the time

that my husband Scott
started managing us, yeah.

Probably about the same
time you started dating him.

And why do I know that?

Because I asked you for
your number that night,

and you didn't give it
to me because you said

you were seeing someone.

And then that someone
quickly came over and told me

our interview was done.

He could probably tell
I was flirting with you.

Kind of like now.

Want to taste this?

Babe?

Just let me finish this thought.

Taste it for me.

Okay. Sure.

- That's too rare.
- No, it's fine.

- It's fine?
- It's fine.

Needs a little salt.

I'll put it back
on for a minute.

Nick?

Please, I just...
I'm trying to work.

Just trying to make dinner.

Can I get you a refill?

No, I'm good.

Remember that guy we
met a couple weeks ago

at that party in the Hamptons,
the music journalist?

You know, I can't say that I do.

You remember.

He was married to
my friend Stephanie.

I mean, they're
divorced now, but...

No.

Remember, he was doing the book

on the '90s rock scene?

Oh, yeah, the tall guy
with the stupid hat,

thinks he's hot shit?

I don't know, I thought
he was kind of charming.

Charming?

If you think being a
dick is charming, sure.

You should see some
of the snarky reviews

he's given my bands.

Drinking again?

On special occasions.

I... Did I forget a date?
Is this a special occasion?

Well, I've been gone a
week, and I'm enjoying

- a nice night with my wife.
- Oh.

So yeah, it's a
special occasion.

- You want one?
- No, I'm good.

Anyway, he called.

Oh, he called you?

Yeah, he wants to interview you.

Oh. About what?

I just said he's doing a
book on the '90s music scene.

But then why did he call you?

Why didn't he call
the record company?

How did he even get your number?

I don't know. Maybe
Stephanie gave it to him.

Man.

What do you think?

I think he's a dick.

But if he goes through
the proper channels

and doesn't call my wife,
then maybe I'll consider it.

Okay.

- Hey.
- Hi.

Wow.

Up working again, huh?

Yeah, since dawn.

Whoa.

- Almost done, by the way.
- What?

Just another day or so.

I can't wait to read it.

Oh, and...

My brother called
again this morning.

- Yeah?
- He wants to know

if we're going to that
dinner party later tonight.

Uh-huh.

This new girl of his, what,
lives up here somewhere?

Yeah, she's just
across the river.

What do we know about her?

Nothing yet.

So we have no idea what
we're walking into.

No.

But he says it would be
really awesome for you guys

to meet her because this
girl is really special.

- MM-hmm.
- And she's just a few miles up the road,

and you guys didn't
like Tina anyway,

and yada, yada, yada, yada.

So what do you think?

I... I don't know.

It's up to you.
He's your brother.

I mean, you know me.
I could stay home.

No, I know, which
is why I asked him

to do it on the early side,

since I know you don't
like a late night.

- And he said 6:00 was fine.
- Yeah.

Come on. I think we should go.

It'd be good for you to
get out of the house.

And what's that? W... what?
What's that supposed to mean?

Oh, my God. Nick.

You're getting...

you're getting a little
sensitive in your old age.

I'm not getting a
little sensitive.

I just want to
know what it means

that it's good for me
to get out of the house.

It means... Look, I just...

It seems to me
that you have been

in a little rut lately, right?

So maybe getting
out of the house

and being around other
people, it would be good.

It would... it would...

it might get your
creative juices flowing.

Are we doing this? Really?

Please, Nick, do not
turn this into a fight.

- I am just trying to help.
- I don't need the help.

Okay, honey?

I was selling books long
before you were published.

I work at my own pace.

You work at your own pace.

I cannot get him to sit
down and write one thing.

Really? I mean, he
used to be so prolific.

No. It's hard to watch,
you know, because...

Nick not writing is like
Nick's heart isn't beating.

Hm, what do you
think's going on?

I think he's lost.

I think since the
kids left for college,

he's become untethered,
you know, like,

floating around out there
without any purpose.

Nick, there's no
perfect sentence

or paragraph or story.

If I believed that,
I could not carry on.

But that's the very thing
that's preventing you

from carrying on. Your
need for perfection.

My God, you need to embrace
the flow state, right?

And then those
breakthroughs will happen.

And everything
that's inside of you

is just gonna come pouring out.

Oh, God. I'm sorry. I know,

I'm doing it again.
I'm so sorry.

I just...

trying to help.

I know. I appreciate it.

I do.

Well, yeah, I can kind
of relate to that.

I mean... I mean, I sort of
gave up everything, you know?

I mean, you didn't...
you never stopped.

You just kept working.

I mean, it is a little...

Anyway I mean, at least
Nick is around, you know?

I mean, Scott is never home.

And then when he does come home,

we just have so
little in common now.

I mean, with the kids gone,

we can't even talk
about them anymore.

It's just a lot of
awkward silences.

So maybe it's a good thing
he's on the road a lot.

I mean, unlike Nick, who
is constantly underfoot.

I mean, sometimes I
just want to say to him,

"Dude, get out of the house and
give me some fucking space!"

Ah, that is so classic.

They're either home too much - or not home enough.
-Exactly.

Do you ever fantasize
about getting divorced?

Fantasize?

I don't know,

that kind of makes it
sound like a good thing.

So the thing is,

I could really use a
break from my writing.

And I think a
night out with Andy

and his new girlfriend
could be fun.

Fun.

So yes, I would like to go.

And I would like
you to come with me.

Then it's settled.

Oh, my God. I love it here.

Smell that air.

- Ah, it's beautiful, huh?
- Yeah.

You know, this is why
I was so determined

to get this house
in the divorce.

'Cause if I didn't have a way
of getting outta the city,

I think I'd lose
my fucking mind.

Plus, I did pay for
pretty much all of it.

Well, if you can believe it,

Tina absolutely
hated coming up here.

Hated the country.

Fucking hate it out here.

Why did I agree to this?

Babe, because she is your boss,

and she invited you
for the weekend.

All right? Don't
worry about it.

- We'll make the most of it.
- What did Tom say?

Is he on his way?

Yeah, he said
about five minutes.

I told you that we can't
stay till Monday, right?

I got to go to Milan
again next week,

so we got to go back Sunday.

Really?

I don't remember you having
to go there this often.

Okay, wait, so you're gonna
pretend you give a shit

about when and where I go?

The hell is that
supposed to mean?

Of course I do.

You never ask me who I'm
with or what I'm doing.

That's because I
assume you're working.

You know, where you need to
and with whom you need to.

You know, you never ask
me about work anymore.

Babe, come on.

We've been married for
almost 15 years, right?

So what, you're tired
of hearing about it?

You ever ask me about my work?

- No, never.
- That's because it upsets you.

Why would that ever upset me?

Because you're either pissed
off you didn't sell a painting,

or you didn't get into
that show or this gallery,

or you're complaining you can't
get your agent on the phone.

I don't know, I figure I
don't ask you about it,

that way I can't
hurt your feelings.

All right, well,
if you're worried

about hurting my
feelings, you failed.

Are you sure she didn't
just hate me and Tom?

Actually, don't answer that.

You know what, this weekend,

let's not talk
about Tina or Tom.

You know what I think?

I think that's a
great fucking idea.

Okay, I'm gonna go
and make a fire.

- All right.
- Are you okay with the bags?

Yeah. Yeah.

Should I assume I'm staying
in your bedroom, or...

I mean, you know,
whatever you like,

but I know what I prefer.

Good morning.

Boy, I hope that's a
real good smoothie.

Could have got an
extra few hours in

if it weren't for your blender.

- Mmm. It's delish.
- Nice.

Seen your father's latest post?

Who's that new one he's got?

God, I don't know. I
don't fucking care.

She's in good shape.
Look at those tits.

She's got to be 25
years younger than him.

- Wow.
- That would be his norm.

Good for him. Got himself
a new little hottie.

Ugh! God.

What? What's so
bad about that?

I'm genuinely happy for the guy.

You remember when
my mother died,

- what you said?
- Mm?

No, because it was about
ten years ago, wasn't it?

It was something
along the lines of,

"Well, at least now he's gonna
get to chase some women again."

Yeah, because that's all
he ever talked about.

Yeah, but don't you see
how insensitive that was?

Your parents hated each other.

You said it yourself
a thousand times.

But still, my mother
wasn't dead a week.

It was a joke.

I was trying to make
you feel better.

How is that supposed to
possibly make me feel better?

Because it meant that
your father wasn't gonna

be some old man in mourning,

that he would finally
get the chance

to have some fun again.

Okay.

- What?
- Oh.

Well, you're just
like him, aren't you?

What? How? How am
I just like him?

You think I'm just
out chasing women now?

No, it isn't that.

But he was a nasty drunk too.

And he made my mother miserable

by being either
hammered or hungover.

And neither one of those states
is very much fun to be around.

So I'm nasty and
miserable, is that it?

Yeah. You can be.

As you well know.

Okay, well,

on that note, going back to bed.

Hello.

Hey, Eve, it's Johnny Banda,

Stephanie's ex.

Oh, hey. Um, hold
on one sec, okay?

Hey. How are you doing?

I'm good. No, everything's
cool. How about you?

Yeah, I'm good, I think.

- Mostly.
- Good.

Hey, listen, I was
wondering if...

Did you get a chance
to talk to your husband

about doing that interview?

Yeah, I did. Um...

Yeah, he said you should
set it up through the label.

Oh, shit. Really? Huh.

Because, you know, I
already tried that,

but the PR guy, he's
being a bit of a hardhead.

He wants to see a
list of my questions

before he'll even consider it.

I don't know, apparently,
I did a hatchet job

on one of his artists
a few years ago,

you know, according to him.

I just... Listen, I just
think the guy doesn't like me.

Why do you think that?

Who knows?

I guess I rub people
the wrong way sometimes.

Well, you can add my
husband to that list.

Really? Damn.

Wait, so, should I just forget
about doing the interview, or...

I think it's gonna
be a long shot.

Oh.

All right, well,
hey, what about you?

I mean, you were... you
were part of that scene.

I mean, barely.

What do you mean barely?
You had a top 20 hit.

How many bands can say that?

Listen, I'm about
to get in the car,

come back to the city right now.

We can meet for a coffee

and talk about the good old
days before rock was dead.

What do you say? Uh...

Yeah. Yeah, sure. Why not?

You know, I remember
talking to Tina

about her not wanting kids.

She wanted to focus on her work.

But what about you?

I thought we agreed

we weren't gonna
talk about Tina.

Well, I'm not really
talking about Tina.

I'm asking you about you.

You never mentioned whether
you wanted kids or not.

I definitely did not want kids.

Hmm. Why is that?

Probably it's something to do
with the fact that my parents

were self-absorbed musicians
who loved being on the road

more than they liked being
home with their family.

- Oh, they did not.
- They did.

And if they were
working, we were lucky

if we saw them once a month.

And they were always working.

Well, what about now?

What about now? Do
I want kids now?

Absolutely not.

Oh, my God, that's
such a relief.

Because if you turned out to be
one of those guys in their 50s

who wanted to start a family,

I might have had to
show you the door.

Well, I've got good news
for you. All I'm looking for

is a stable relationship
with a sane woman

who's approximately my age,

which is why I'm very
excited about us.

Okay, well, if you don't
fuck it up this weekend,

we really might have something.

- Hey.
- Hey, beautiful.

I got the extra
firewood you wanted.

I could bring it in.

Or I could just leave
it on the porch.

Oh, just leave it on the porch.

Oh, but hey, I wanted
you to meet Andy.

- Hey.
- Hey, man.

- How are you?
- Good. How you doing?

- Good.
- Dennis helps me with the property.

And he and his girlfriend,

Lori, are gonna come
for dinner tonight.

Yes, we will be there.

But I don't know that Lori
would call me her boyfriend

or that I'm interested in
calling her my girlfriend.

Oh.

Um, Lori is another
divorcée up here.

You say it like that,

you're gonna give
me a reputation.

Andy, good to meet you.

Renee, Lori and I
will see you tonight.

Okay.

All right. So what's
this guy's deal?

He just helps you
with the property?

Yeah, no, he has slept

with nearly all the
women in this town,

- but not me.
- Okay.

He... he just delivers the wood.

Wow. Hey.

- Oh, I'm so glad you made it.
- Oh.

- Thanks.
- Wow.

Can I just say, you look...

you look fantastic.

- Oh, thank you.
- Please.

Listen, thank you.

Thank you so much
for doing this.

My gosh, of course,
although I'm not sure

how much of it
you'll actually use.

I don't think anyone
really remembers who I am.

Oh, come on. That's not true.

You got to remember the
bands you fell in love with

when you were a teenager
and in your 20s.

Those bands and their songs,
there's no forgetting them.

Wouldn't you agree?

I mean, as we get older,
your memories from those days

become more romanticized.

And the songs connected
to those memories

become even more important.

So when you hear that special
tune, you know, that...

I don't know, that track
you thought you forgot,

like your song, "Easy On You,"
I hear that again, it's like

I don't know, it's like...
it's like time traveling.

It offers you a
moment where you...

you can go back to
your younger days,

experience a few seconds
where you actually

think you can go back.

Yeah, I think that's
why I don't listen

to those songs from the past.

It's just... ...too
painful a reminder.

Of what we are not now.

Crosby, Stills, Nash & Young.

Yeah. "Suite: Judy Blue Eyes."

Hey, okay.

- Yes.
- So do you mind if I...

do you mind if I turn this on?

Do you mind if I
get a drink first?

Are you kidding me? Even better.

- Wine?
- White?

Bottle?

Yeah, why not?

Waiter.

Well, we're off to a good start.

Whoa.

You look great.

Thank you.

You look nice too.

But yeah, I had a
trunk and a tiny closet

and a twin sized bed and dreams.

Dreams.

- Dreams.
- Dreams.

Well, everyone has that story

of their first tiny New York
apartment, though, right?

I mean, everyone except
Lori, of course, who's rich.

Fortunately, I was spared
that rite of passage.

And this one here, he's
never left his hometown.

Mm-hmm. Born and
bred and proud of it.

Our first place was, oh,
not only tiny, but was a...

would you call it a
shithole? It was a dump.

This tiny studio on
Bleecker and 7th.

Least it was a
fifth floor walk up.

With the benefit of no AC.

And a kitchen the
size of this table

and those half fridges that
kids have in their dorms.

Oh, my God, and there was a
hole in the bathroom ceiling.

And if you looked up,

you'd see the guy
sitting on the bowl.

No, you could not.

No, I swear to you, you could.

You could see his hairy
legs and then some.

Not to mention the
cockroaches and the mice.

Oh, my God, and the rat.

And the rat.

Yeah, I remember the rat
because I went with Nick

to the hardware store
to get the trap.

Oh, that's right.

And then the old
timer there, remember,

he gave us the
whole blow by blow

of the horror show
that was to follow.

- Ugh!
- Ew.

That's disgusting.

And we were to take this
guillotine kind of trap

and spread peanut
butter inside of it.

Wait. Rats like peanut butter?

Rats like anything.
Do they not?

Yeah, but why specifically
peanut butter?

Why not, you know, cheese?

Oh, no, the old man
explained to us.

The mouse likes the cheese.

The rat apparently
likes the peanut butter.

And we were told we
were to lay newspaper

not just underneath the
trap. No, no, no, no, no.

Nick, please.

Around the entire locality.

Because when this
fucking huge rat

goes for the peanut
butter and then...

You know what I'm thinking?

That, um, maybe we
change the subject,

being that we're eating.

I think they want to know
why we put the newspaper.

Oh, you want to know why
they put the newspaper out.

It's because it was
messy, wasn't it?

Yeah, it was like,
you cannot imagine.

This thing can chop.
It can dismember...

Okay, please, Nick
And then you have...

...you have guts,
and you have...

Nick, please, just stop.

Enough. Okay?

Sorry, you brought it up.

I just paint the picture.

But the moral of the story
there should be a moral.

What is the moral?

The moral of the story is,

sometimes it's better to live
with the rat than, you know,

having to clean up the mess

after he or she gets
caught in your trap.

But there is no story, is there?

Because you haven't
written it yet.

Speaking of
writing, um... Nick,

what have you been
working on recently?

Because, do you know,

my first job out of
school was at "Harper's,"

and we did a huge profile piece
on "Everything and the Rest."

- Really?
- Yes.

Oh, those were
the good old days.

Yeah, I mean, you were
everywhere back then.

Yes, I guess I was, really.

But to answer your...

I actually have been
working on a... on a novel.

I'm calling it, working
title, "Falling Into Silence."

It's... it's bittersweet,
about an aging author

who no longer has
anything left to say.

And so he says... Don't
listen to him, Renee.

Nick's just feeling
sorry for himself.

I keep trying to convince
him that the story is

right under his nose
if he'd only look.

We all can't be as
prolific as you, my love.

Maggie has, well,
she has the gift

to mine the everyday
for her work.

She gets inspiration
from every offhand remark

and little banal
bit of conversation.

So be careful, everybody,

or you may end up
in her next opus.

I can't believe I'm going
to say this, but I think...

I think I got everything I need.

Good.

Thank you so much
for doing this.

Oh, thank you. I mean,
it's a lot of fun.

So listen, you...

you mentioned earlier
that you're no longer

in love with New York.

So where else would you
want to live? Back to L.A.?

Oh, God, I would...

I would kill to go
back to L.A., yeah.

I have this fantasy that
I live in Laurel Canyon,

this little
craftsman style house

that I used to drive
by all the time.

Oh, God, it was so sweet.

I mean, that would
be my dream house,

my dream life.

Just like Joni Mitchell.

I mean, a girl can
fantasize, right?

Listen, I'm here for it.

Yeah.

I don't know. I think I
might be done with New York.

Or better put, I think
New York is done with me.

Why do you say that?

It's a young person's town,

a rich man's city.
And I'm neither.

It hit me last month.

I was... I was strolling
down 5th Avenue,

and I realized...

I'm fucking invisible, you know?

And I used to be the guy
that young girls smiled at

and that other dudes noticed.

You know, I had a definite style

and a certain swagger.

But now, at best,

I'm just a bespectacled
gray beard,

a charming old codger, you
know, a harmless old man.

Oh, my God.

You know what? It's
worse than that.

I... I don't even think it
registers with some women

that I'm a man at all.

I mean, first of all,
that's the problem

with trying to attract
young girls, okay?

Secondly, you are
none of those things.

You're very handsome...

and charming.

You think so?

Yeah, I do.

Oh, hey.

So tell me, what do
you think of Renee?

- She seems nice.
- But?

You got something on your mind.

No, it's just...

I'm just thinking
of Tina, you know?

I didn't know she
worked for her.

Oh, wow, so now all of a sudden,

your concern is with Tina?

I wouldn't go that far.

Look, you seem to be
forgetting the fact

that she dumped me, not the
other way around, right?

I was happily married,
and I definitely was not

looking to get divorced.

And then out of the
blue, she dumps me.

- Hi.
- Hi.

What's going on?

I have something I want to say.

All right. What's up?

Um, you know how I
turned 42 last week

and last month we celebrated
our 15th wedding anniversary?

And today, I just...

And I don't... I don't
come by this casually,

but today, I feel like I...

I need to be on my own, at
least for a little while.

What? What's going on here?
This is about your mom?

I'm sure it has
something to do with it.

How could it not?

Because, babe, your
mom smoked two packs

of Marlboro Reds a day,
okay? You are not her.

She's got this crazy notion
because her mother died at 45,

that she, too, is
gonna die at 45.

What are your thoughts, Tina?

My thoughts? If I'm
gonna die in a few years,

I don't want to be
stuck in a marriage

that has no life,
no spark to it.

You know what it's like?

It's like I'm in a
cage, and it's closing.

And if I don't get
out, I'm gonna be stuck

in it for the rest of my life.

Yeah, that's assuming
that she doesn't die

in the next 15 minutes from a
heart attack like her mother,

- right?
- That's not the point.

The point is, life is short.

I was 25 when we started dating.

I'm a different person
now. I want a new chapter.

I think when I come
back from London,

I should stay elsewhere.

Really? Can't
fucking believe this.

- Stay elsewhere?
- Mm-hmm.

So what the fuck does that
mean? You're gonna move out?

Yes.

I'm sorry.

Christ. Really?

Unbelievable.

Yeah, I wish I had
some fucking clue

that this was going on,
because I had no fucking idea.

Well, maybe if you
were paying attention,

you would have.

Do you ever feel like we made
a mistake not having kids?

No. Definitely not.

Why? Why, do you?

I don't know. Maybe.

Well, I think it's too late

to do anything
about it now, right?

Is it?

Yeah. Yeah, it is.

At least for me.

So where were you all day today?

I had an interview
with that writer.

What were you doing?

Getting shit faced?
Back to that?

Please don't start that shit.

I'm allowed to have a few beers.

So what exactly did he
want to talk to you about?

Don't be an asshole.
Mag Scrambler.

- Really?
- Mm-hmm.

Yeah, he interviewed me
for almost three hours.

Three hours? Wow. Then what?

Nothing. What?

He walked me home
and said goodbye.

He walked you home? Oh.

Well, in that case, you
should have brought him up.

We could have done the interview

that he wanted to do with me.

So that was it, though?
Didn't ask you to dinner?

Maybe back to his apartment?

No.

He did say that if he had
any follow up questions...

There it is.

...he might want
to sit down again.

I knew that fucking
guy was a jerk.

Just to be clear, babe,

he doesn't give a
shit about your band,

and your interview
is not making it

into his fucking book.

- That's the truth.
- Oh, god.

Why is it so hard
for you to believe

that someone might
want to interview me

about my experiences and
my memories from that time?

Because, and don't take
this the wrong way, babe,

but nobody remembers
your fucking band.

Oh. Well, you know
what? He does.

And he seems to think there's
plenty of other people

- out there who may as well.
- Fine. Fuck it.

You wanna another interview?
Do another interview.

But I'm telling you this,

he's only trying to
get into your pants.

Jesus Christ. You're
such a fucking asshole!

You know that?

You've always tried to undermine

my career and my talent.

- And I know why.
- You do?

Well, do tell.

Because I was a better
songwriter than you.

And I was a better
singer than you

and a better guitar player.

And your little fucking
ego couldn't handle it.

That's why you
sabotaged my career.

I sabotaged your career?
Where did that come from?

Maybe you're the
one that's drunk.

- That was a real pleasure, Eve.
- It was.

Listen, if I have any
follow up questions

or need another interview,
would you be open to that?

Yeah, sure. That was fun.

I was serious when I said
you should really think

about picking up
the guitar again.

It's high time for some
new music out of you.

- Oh, I don't know.
- Time for a new beginning.

Yeah.

I don't know if
you realize this,

but I'm on the other side of 50.

So I think time
for new beginnings

might have passed.

No, I'm not buying it.

I mean, I would say you
have less to lose now

than you did at 25.

You already paid for
the college educations,

bought the house, taken
the exotic trips, right?

Well, yeah.

And now might be the
best time to gamble.

Hmm.

Yeah, you know, when
I was just a new mom,

I had the idea of doing, like,
a children's album or something

when the kids were little.

But, no, Scott thought
that there wasn't really

an audience for that, so...

Well, if you don't
mind me saying,

that's a little fucked
up, don't you think?

Your spouse should be
supportive of your art,

not trying to sabotage it.

Yeah.

I mean, yeah, I think back
on those days and it's like,

could have kept
writing, you know?

I could have maybe
done a few more albums,

gone on tour, but I...

I don't know. You know,
what are you gonna do?

Past is the past.

Well, how old are your kids now?

Oh, it's hard to believe,
but they're through college

and out of the house.

Yeah.

Both my kids are out
of the house as well.

It's... it's bittersweet,
though, isn't it?

I mean, you're happy for
the newfound freedom,

but you also miss
them like crazy.

Yeah. Yeah.

Although, my boys were
all too happy to get out.

Don't bother, Mom.

He's not gonna show up.

Scott, we... where
the hell are you?

We've been waiting for
you for over an hour.

Bodie is onstage about
to start his audition.

I don't know why
we're waiting for him.

He's always late.

Okay.

What the fuck! Eve?

Eve! Why can't you wait for me?

What the hell?
Bodie, start again.

Uh, just... I just...

I just want to hear
from the top, all right?

I just want to
hear the beginning.

- Scott.
- Shh. Just from the top.

Bodie! Hey!

Bud, take it from the top.

Hey! Hey!

- Scott!
- I'm talking to you.

- Scott!
- Will you just... What?

You are ruining his audition.

I'm not ruining shit.
You already ruined it.

Why couldn't you wait for me?
Why couldn't you wait for me?

We waited for you
for over an hour.

God!

Sit down or get the
fuck out of here.

Dad, get the fuck out of here.

No one wants you here.

Look, Eve, you finally
got your fucking wish

my own kid turning against me.

Nobody wants me here?

You don't want me here?

I told you to fucking stop!

I'm out of here.

Well, look, when we
were kids, I mean,

she absolutely was the toughest.

I had to be. Our
parents were not around.

Yeah, that's why...

Hey. I'm gonna go
get a glass of water.

Can I get you anything?

Uh, who's driving home?

- I think I should.
- I think that's fine.

- Okay.
- I'll go back to the trough.

Okay.

What the fuck are
you doing here?

If I knew you were
gonna be here,

with your husband no less,
I would have steered clear.

But I gotta admit,
it's great to see you.

Can I make a confession?

- Oh, God, please don't.
- Don't worry.

It's nothing dramatic.

But I was a bit disappointed

I didn't hear from
you this fall.

It seems to me like
you're doing just fine.

So how's the new book coming?

Actually, I'm nearly finished.

- Congratulations.
- What's it called?

I don't know.

I mean, the working title
is "Filling Station."

Well, if you ever let
anyone read an early copy,

you know what a fan I am.

I'll be in touch.

That wasn't so bad, was it?

What? No. No, that
was actually...

okay, that was fun.

That was fun.

I didn't...

And what did you think of uh...

...Andy's new girl? I liked her.

Yeah, I mean, if it's
between her and Tina,

I'd take her any
day of the week.

Completely agree with that.

I'm a sucker for
that English accent.

Sounds so smart.

Smart and sexy.

Okay.

What about, who else? Dennis?

Oh, my God, the
mysterious gardener.

Dennis. I don't know,
if I was Andy, I...

I would look out for that dude.

Dennis is a...

Dennis is a player,
I think Dennis is.

Really? That wasn't
my read on him.

Really?

I saw you two chatting
it up in the kitchen.

What was your read on Dennis?

He was asking me
what I'm working on.

- He's a fan.
- Oh, my God.

And...

We were talking about
Renee's property.

He had had them put in
some cherry blossom trees

- that he was worried about.
- Mm-hmm?

And he is not a gardener.

- He is a caretaker.
- Oh, is he? He's a caretaker.

Oh.

Does that mean he does
more than mow the lawn

and trim the hedges?

- Don't be such a snob.
- He takes care.

And by the way, you've
met him, actually.

Yes, we interviewed him for
our house a few years ago.

- Did we?
- Yes.

I don't recall.

Perhaps he didn't make
much of an impression.

I'm going up.

You go up. I'll be there.

- Bye.
- I'm going up.

Maggie Miller?

- Hey, how are you?
- Good.

I recognized your truck
from the other day.

Oh, so it's just the truck
that caught your eye?

Sorry.

So how's the research going?

Yeah, good.

It's been a productive
couple of days.

Well, I've just got to run
this mail up to the house.

Would you have any interest

in grabbing a cup of
coffee afterwards?

You could pick my
brain if you want,

get a local's look at
life in a small town.

Tempting, but I don't think so.

Why not?

Because I have
friends in this town,

as I'm sure you do too.

Well, then, how would you feel

about walking the
property with me?

It's a beautiful piece of land.

Don't worry. No one's
home. We can talk up there.

Follow me up the drive.

No one'll see your car there.

If you don't mind, can
I show you something?

I want to get your
opinion on it.

Sure.

The homeowner
wants to sell this,

and it needs a little
work, but it is a beauty.

- It is gorgeous.
- Yeah.

It's a fairly
extravagant purchase.

But he said he'd be willing
to give me a pretty good deal.

So I think I'd
like to go for it.

Yeah. Well, I think you should.

So the homeowner's...

not here.

That's right.

Hmm.

You know, I wasn't
gonna say anything,

but I didn't really
appreciate your comment

about my writing
tonight at dinner.

You mean your lack of writing?

Wow. Really?

You don't want to apologize?
You want to double down?

I want you to stop
being so afraid.

You're such a good writer.

So big deal, you
got one bad review.

I got nothing but bad reviews,

dozens of bad reviews.

Yes, but for one book.

I mean, the book
before that one,

"Everything in the
Universe," that did fine.

Yeah, it was fine. But it
wasn't the plan, was it?

It's not the dream,
is it, Maggie?

You know the dream.

The dream is to write
the book, Maggie.

The book.

And sadly, I'm coming
to the conclusion

that it's not
gonna happen, so...

Especially if you don't try.

Do you not think I want to?

Is that what you think?
I want to. Trust me.

Just can't find it.

Oh, I don't believe that.

I don't know, take
tonight, for example,

that story we told at dinner

about our first
apartment and the rat.

Well, that would make
for a good short story.

Well, think about it, a couple
of 20 something kids like us

who come to New York in the '90s

chasing their literary
dream... Whoa, whoa, whoa!

Do me a favor.

I don't need you to pitch me
fucking story ideas, okay?

Or to give me your
sage author advice.

You save it.

Save it for Johnny Appleseed
and his cherry blossoms, okay?

Oh, God.

Well, then will you please

stop fucking feeling
sorry for yourself

and just sit down and write?

It is killing me
watching you wallow.

It's killing you?

And what was that
bullshit tonight

about "Falling Into Silence"?

I mean, just you've
got plenty left to say.

Just sit down and do the work!

I'm glad that you
can do it. You can.

You can sit and...
and spin your tales

about Manhattan
moms dissatisfied

and their nannies
and dog walkers

and trainers they want to fuck,
but I can't do it, Maggie.

I can't do it, because
what I do requires

precision and focus and
research and discipline!

I can't just...

Surrender to the
fucking flow state!

Oh, go fuck yourself, Nick!

The only thing less sexy than
you wallowing in self pity

is your jealousy.

Fucking asshole.

Morning.

Oh, good afternoon.

Yeah, sorry about that.

I can't believe I
slept in that much.

You should have
woken me, though.

I would've helped
clean up the mess.

Oh, it's fine. It's
my house, my mess.

There's coffee if you need.

I need. Thank you.

Hey, by the way, I
heard from my sister,

and she said she and Nick
loved meeting you last night.

So thank you for hosting them.

I really liked meeting them too.

Well, I like Nick.

Your sister's harder to like.

I told you, right? I
mean, she can be tough.

Yeah. I mean, it got...

it got properly awkward
at the end there.

Well, that was nothing.
You want to see awkward?

One night we'll have
dinner with my sister Eve

and her husband.

I swear to you, whatever
those two saw in one another,

I'll never know.

I think it's like
that in the beginning

of some relationships, though.

You know, what you
like in the beginning

ends up repelling you.

Like, Tom,

you know, in the
beginning, it was so cute.

Like, he was, like,
living out of his car

and he was a starving artist
and I could take care of him

and it was great, and,
like, 15 years later,

you're like, dude, help
me pay the mortgage.

Yeah, well, speaking of,

this is Tina.

So you mind if I just take this?

Wait, what?

You're not gonna take that call.

Well, look, she's tried
me, like, five times

already this morning, so...

So?

Wait, why would
you take that call

if you're here with me?

Because I don't know.
Maybe it's an emergency.

I don't understand what
could be so important.

I mean, if you had
kids, then maybe.

But you don't.

Let me take it so I
don't have to worry,

all right? I don't know.

Maybe it's about the cat.

Oh, the cat.

- Hey.
- The cat.

What's going on?

- Is everything all right?
- Guess where I am.

In our apartment,
enjoying a glass of wine.

Okay, you are gonna need
to return those keys,

or I am gonna have to
change the locks, all right?

All right. Calm down.

I told you I had
to get some things.

That's what I'm doing.

Maybe I was hoping
to run into you too.

Look, I want to meet
for a drink and talk.

When are you back from
your romantic getaway?

Okay, first of all, we are
not meeting for a drink.

You want to meet, we can

do breakfast. How about that?

What and you don't
trust yourself?

No, after the other
night, I don't trust you.

Fine. Breakfast it is.

I'll text you the details.

All right. I'll see you then.

Good morning.

Oh. Hey.

How's your head?

Oh, it's a carnival
in there. Listen...

I am sorry about last night.

Obviously, I had a few too many,

you know, trips to
the well, and...

No, I should apologize to you.

I shouldn't have
said what I said.

I know the last thing you
need is career advice from me.

Well, at least we agree on that.

You were up early
this morning, huh?

Yeah. I couldn't sleep.

And I had a final
burst of inspiration.

I actually finished.

What?

Good for you, Mags.

Thank you.

Where are we off to?

Well, I'm... going to town,

um... to make some copies.

You know, and maybe do
a little food shopping

and pick up a nice bottle
of red so we can celebrate.

All right. Celebrate. Of course.

I'll... prepare something.

- Okay.
- See you in a bit.

See you later.

Ah, I love this line.

"He's worse than a wallflower.

"He's the bones of the house
hiding behind the sheetrock,

as lively as a 2x4."

Keep reading. Keep reading.

Uh, by the way, now that I know

what the title refers to,

I like it even more.

I thought you might.

Maggie Miller, right?

Uh, do I know you?

Dennis Long.

You and your husband
interviewed me a few years ago.

I'm a caretaker,
property manager,

house watcher,
that sort of thing.

Yeah. Yeah. Good
to see you again.

It's okay if you don't remember.

It was a long time ago.

But I, of course,
remember who you are

- because I'm a fan.
- Really?

Yeah, starting with
"Folding Chair."

And I loved "Boiling Water."

And what was the
one you did up here?

"Shoveling Snow."
Yeah, I love that one.

You captured the offseason
up here perfectly.

I would have thought
you were a local.

You really... you
really are a fan.

From way back.

When did the first one come out?

- '98?
- Oh, God, don't...

- '99?
- No, no, don't remind me.

It was so long ago. '97.

What's next? You got
anything in the works?

Well, I've had a
few false starts.

That's actually why I'm up here.

I'm just looking for
some inspiration,

doing some research.

Well, if I can be of any help,

just let me know.

Born and raised.

♪ And the one thing You
wish you could hide ♪

♪ Is shining

♪ Is shining on

♪ Inside

♪ It's a lot like being alone

♪ Inside a spotlight ♪

♪ All on your own ♪

♪ All on your own ♪

♪ With a thousand-watt
light In your eyes ♪

♪ With a thousand watt
Light in your eyes ♪

♪ And the one thing You
wish you could hide ♪

♪ Shining on

- Home.
- I'm in here.

We got dinner plans?

Um, I'm not really that hungry.

I was just gonna make a
smoothie or something.

What's up with
you and smoothies?

You on a diet or something?

No, I'm just not that hungry.

Well, maybe you can rustle up
a little pasta or something?

Just something simple.

Um, well, there's some
leftovers in the fridge.

You could heat them up.

Really?

You don't want to cook anything?

I thought we could have
a little dinner together.

Well, I'm just working.

And who inspired that?

Jerk off journalist?

You know, I've been
thinking a lot lately

about all the things that
I gave up for you. And...

you know what, I'm not
gonna do it anymore.

So if I want to get back
into my music, I'm going to.

And if you don't like
it, I don't give a fuck.

Wow. Easy, girl.

Don't lay all that on me.

You have your regrets,
you have your regrets.

We all do.

But I didn't ask you
to give up shit for me.

Are you kidding me?

I left L.A. for you. I
left my friends for you.

I quit my fucking band for you.

You quit your
fucking band for me

because you were pregnant.

Yeah, because you suggested it.

And you were my manager
and my fucking husband.

And I listened to you.

At the time, it was
the right decision

for both of us,

for the sake of our family.
You've got to admit that!

Oh.

No, no, that is not how...

Look, I'm sorry your
career didn't pan out

the way that you hoped.

But we have a pretty
nice life, don't we?

Have I not provided
a nice life for us?

I never get one fucking
ounce of gratitude for that,

not one acknowledgment for
all the hard work that I do.

Instead, all you want
to do is just change me.

- Change you?
- Yeah.

I want you to stay
fucking sober.

Is that such a crazy request?

And I failed you yet
again. Is that right?

Yes.

Yet again.

Are you happy in this marriage?

I don't want to have
this conversation

while you're drinking.

While I'm drinking?

It's a fucking
beer. I'm not drunk.

No, not yet.

But you will be.

Hey. Are we all good?

Or you need me to help
with anything else?

No, we're all good.

You need me to lock
it or anything?

No, it locks itself.

You know, this was a pretty
big test for us this weekend.

I think we passed with
flying colors, right?

I mean, it's one thing to
spend the night together,

- but a whole weekend?
- Can you unlock the door?

All right, yeah.

All right, you want to tell
me what I did to piss you off?

- You don't know?
- No.

- Really?
- No. Don't have a clue.

I invite you up to my house

to stay with me for the weekend.

I want to introduce you
to some of my friends.

And you take a call
from your ex-wife,

even though I asked you not to.

And to make it worse,
you took the call outside

like you've got
something to hide.

Do you have something to hide?

Okay, first of all,

she's not my ex-wife yet, right?

I mean, we're only separated.

What the fuck does that mean?

Are you wanting to get
back together with her?

No, not at all.

I am just simply
stating the facts.

Oh, the facts. You
are stating the facts.

Okay, here's a fact.

Tina is not a nice person.

You just said back there,

you don't know what your
sister saw in her husband.

Well, what did you
ever see in Tina?

Look, if you must
know, there were times

when she could be very nice
and very sweet, all right?

There were? Oh,
I never saw that.

Renee, what are you
doing? What are you doing?

We just have this great weekend,

and now you want to
end on a sour note.

What am I doing?

This? No. No, no, no, no.

You're the one who
insisted on taking a call

from your wife.

Hey.

Well, that took a long time.

Ugh, I know. I'm sorry.

The traffic this weekend is
worse than it is in the summer.

I think there must have
been some sort of accident.

Okay.

Did you... The
wine in the car?

Oh, fuck. I forgot.

You forgot the wine.

Oh, that's out of character.

Well... well, so much for
our little celebration.

Well, I made extra copies.

If you want to read it,
we can celebrate after.

Yeah, I'll look at it, later.

I'm... I'm gonna go upstairs

and take a nap because I just...
I didn't sleep last night.

Eve?

I'm gonna go out
for a little bit.

If you'd have fucking cooked.

Eve!

Are you sleeping?

Yeah.

I'm gonna go get a bite to eat.

Not that the...

leftovers weren't wonderful.

You hope and pray that
he wakes up one day

and wants to be different.

I don't know. You
know what? He did.

He'd get sober for three months,

and nothing changes.

Did you ever think about,
you know, making a change?

Yeah, but I don't know.

I think when I was
younger, maybe.

But it's just a little hard
to imagine now, you know?

Being out there alone
at my age, just...

At your age? That's crazy.

No, I mean, you're
gorgeous. You're smart.

You're fucking talented to boot.

The last thing that
you would be is alone.

Anyway, this is my place.
You want to feel really old,

this place used to be
Area, this building.

- You remember that?
- The nightclub?

Yes. Get out of here.

Well, then I'm pretty sure that
I stood in this exact alleyway

back in 1987, probably
coked out of my mind.

Mm.

You don't party like
that anymore, do you?

No, I mean, that was
that was a lifetime ago.

Now, at the most, I
barely even drink.

Unless, you know, I'm sharing
a bottle with someone I like.

So you mentioned
that you might want

to ask a few more questions.

Scott's gonna be on
the road this weekend

if you wanted to, I don't know,
maybe get together for lunch.

Yes, absolutely.

I would love that.

You know what? I...

I got to head back to the
country tomorrow, though,

so... Oh.

Okay. I mean, any
some other time.

No, but hey, tell
you what, if...

if you're comfortable,
it's only a...

you know, a two-hour train ride.

For lunch?

Yeah, or... you could
spend the night.

Um...

Uh, no, I mean, you know,
if you're open to it.

Yeah, I'll think about that.

All right. Okay.

- Yeah. Well.
- Talk soon.

Okay.

Look, I am sorry
I took the call.

If I had any idea it
would upset you like this,

I never would have answered it.

Was it an emergency?

I mean, I hope the cat's okay.

Let me get your bag.

No, pop the trunk.
I'll get it myself.

Renee, hold up.

I mean, what is going on here?
It was just a phone call.

I know. I'm...

Look, I am as
surprised as you are

by this reaction, honestly.

And it scares me because I...

I think I really like you.

Oh, well, that's a
good thing, right?

Because I really like you.

And now that I know how my
speaking to her affects you,

I promise you I will be
more mindful of that.

Okay? I am sorry.

Okay. Thanks. I'm sorry too.

I think I've just got some
trust issues after Tom

that I've got to work through.
And remember, I know Tina.

I know how manipulative
and vindictive she can be.

Yeah, I know. And I'm
telling you, though,

you have nothing to worry about.

So are we still on for
tomorrow night, I hope?

Yeah.

- All right, good.
- Okay.

- I'll see you tomorrow.
- Okay.

- Bye.
- Bye.

So I noticed you didn't get
very far in my book last night.

Yes.

You didn't like it?

Actually, I just
had to put it aside.

Really? Why?

I don't know.

Hitting a little too
close to home, I guess.

In what way?

Well, I...

I got to the dinner chapter.

The husband character
was, I don't know,

chopping and preparing
and cooking and going on

about how fresh the produce was.

And he asks his wife character,
to, you know, have a taste.

Yeah. And?

Well, then great
insightful detail

about her reluctance
to open her mouth

as he feeds her by hand

and how she's repulsed
by his slightest touch,

and mostly that...

...how she's annoyed by his
constant and needy requests

for her to taste his cooking.

Nick. This isn't
us. He's not you.

Yeah, I particularly enjoyed
the silver haired husband

moping around, about how
it's a rough time for him

because the kids are gone.

And then at some point,
he makes the suggestion,

shockingly familiar,
that, I don't know,

they sell their apartment
because it's just too sad there

without their two
daughters. I mean...

You're a fucking writer,
for Christ's sake, Nick!

It's fiction.

Oh, boy.

I mean, you've used me before,
but, you know, come on, Maggie.

That's... Oh, God.

I'm so sorry. Were
you waiting long?

I hit a little bit of
traffic on the way over here.

I also wanted to
get some wine, so...

Okay. No, it was fine.

You look... you look
great, by the way.

Thank you.

What?

I'm just happy you're here.

Hey, you see that
place right there?

You know your dream
house in Laurel Canyon?

That right there is mine.

Some fucking tech
bro owns it now.

- I'm just gonna get some air.
- Are you okay?

You, uh, you look
a little green.

No, no, no, I'm fine.

I'm just... I'm just
a little nervous.

Oh, no need to be nervous.

- Sure you're all right?
- Yeah.

I'll be really, really quick.

Hi.

Hey.

Thank you for agreeing
to meet with me.

Yeah, of course.

Oh. Your keys.

- Ah. Thank you.
- Mm-hmm.

Oh, yeah, I have to apologize
for the other night.

I was a little out of control.

All right, then. I owe
you an apology as well.

You did not need to find
out about me and Renee

the way you did, all right?

You know, I wanted to tell
you earlier, but I just...

I don't know, I didn't know how.

How's it going with
you two, anyhow?

Pretty good, I guess.

She's very different than I am,

but I can see why you like her.

Hi. Did you want some
coffee as well, or...

Do you promise me that
nothing ever happened

between you two while
we were together?

Come on. Are you kidding me?

No. No, of course not.

I never even looked
at her back then.

All right?

This thing that has
happened between us

was completely unexpected.

Do you find her more
attractive than I am?

You know what? I'm
not gonna answer that.

I mean, she has
great personal style.

I'm so much fucking hotter
than she is, though.

I mean, if you're into
that sort of thing.

Oh, I'll note that
you did not disagree.

Okay, you know what
we're gonna do?

We're gonna agree not
to talk about her.

We're not talking about
her. We're talking about me.

Are you still attracted to me?

- Why does that matter?
- Just does.

Well, then yeah, of course.

I mean, that's not gonna change.

As you well know, that was
not one of our issues, was it?

Not, it wasn't.

Okay.

So what I wanted to
tell you today was,

even though I was tipsy
that night that I let myself

into our apartment,

I went there with
a clear intention.

All right. What was that?

I miss you.

- Feeling a little better?
- Oh, yeah.

- Sorry about that.
- No worries.

Come on in.

I'll fix us something to drink.

This place is really beautiful.

It's pretty amazing, isn't it?

It's not mine, though.

My brother lets me use it
when I'm trying to write.

It's a little bit easier
to focus up here, you know?

So this is it.

Welcome to my humble abode.

It's nice.

There's a guest
bedroom upstairs,

if that'll make you
more comfortable.

Yeah, yeah, I think that's
probably the best thing,

- for now.
- I figured as much.

But I'll leave my room unlocked

just in case you
get lonely, huh?

Okay.

Come on up.

Your bathroom's right here.

All right.

Not too bad, right?

This is really nice.

Wow, it's so big here.

- It's beautiful.
- Is it gonna be okay?

What? Oh.

- I'm gonna be comfortable.
- Good.

I... I should probably
brush my teeth first,

- right?
- Yeah. Okay.

No, that's...
That's a good idea.

And then just...

I might need a couple
minutes just to get settled.

Yeah. No, of course.

I'll tell you what,
if you're open to it,

we can pick up on
the interview again.

I can grab my notes, and I can
ask you a few more questions.

Okay. Good.

Uh, what can I get you to drink?
Wine? Something stronger maybe?

I think just water for now.

Water? Sure. Water it is.

Meet me out back. We
can talk on the lawn.

All right, look,
I'm sorry. I can't.

- Can't what?
- Can't what?

- I think you know what.
- Come on.

Nobody needs to know.
It could be fun.

Yeah, it could be a lot of fun.

But you seem to be
forgetting the fact

that you're the one who
wanted to end things, right?

Remember, you wanted
a "new chapter."

I know. I know.

Doesn't mean I can't miss you.

All right, you know
what? I think it's best

if we get the check
and I get out of here.

Come on.

Could be our little
secret. Um...

I already have
the room upstairs.

Wow.

What a day.

It's my favorite spot.
Come on over and sit down.

So are you really gonna use
any of this in your book?

Well, let me just
say it this way.

You are dangerously close

to becoming my favorite chapter.

God.

You know, I have to tell
you, you did inspire me.

You know, that day after
we had the first interview,

I went home, and I
just started writing.

And I wrote the first song
that I've written in years.

That's amazing. Good for you.

See, I told you,
it's never too late.

So how are you feeling about it?

I think it's pretty special.

I mean, it just kind
of poured out of me,

which is usually a
pretty good sign.

What do you call it?

"Shining On."

It's about fresh starts.

Second acts. You know.

The promise of new
beginnings, if you will.

Well, I... I have to tell
you, I do have a guitar

inside the house, so if you
ever want to play it for me...

I mean, a personal concert by
none other than Ms. Eve Miller?

Sign me up.

Well, I would like to hear
your thoughts about it.

So, maybe after dinner.

Okay. It's a deal.

Hello? Renee.

Hi, it's Tina.

Oh, hey, Tina. What
can I do for you?

I wanted to know why
you're dating Andy.

I thought you and
I were friends.

Yeah, but not good friends,

though, right, if
we're being honest?

Well, that's clearly
your impression

of our relationship.
I thought differently.

Really? Because after
you left Chanel,

I never heard from you again.

I mean, I remember calling
you after my divorce,

and you just never
called me back.

I had shit going on. New
job, more responsibility.

Sorry, I was a
little distracted.

Oh, there's no
need to apologize.

I wasn't mad. It was just...

Think it explains why I never
considered us great friends.

I remember you and I having
conversations about Andy,

about our relationship.

Have you shared any
of that with him?

- No.
- Good.

I feel pretty terrible about
some of the things I said.

Mm, well, you probably should,

because you could be very cruel.

Is that why you pursued him?

I didn't pursue him.

How'd you guys end up together?

We just ran into each other,
actually. It was a coincidence.

And you ended up in
bed together how?

Well, I guess we hit it off.

So this thing with Andy,
is that gonna continue?

I think so.

Interesting.

It's not the impression I
got when I saw him today.

Hey, I'm gonna go for a walk.

- Care to join me?
- No, thanks.

I'm gonna stick with
"Filling Station."

Are you sure?

You don't have to if
you don't want to.

Oh, I want to.

That way, we can celebrate
when I'm finished.

Okay, great.

It's good, Mags.

I mean, it's always
good. You're always good.

It's still a little, you know,

rich people and their
champagne problems, but...

Well, I write what I know.

This isn't the first
time you've done this,

is it?

- Why would you say that?
- I don't know.

You seem very relaxed
about the whole thing.

Compared to who? Have
you had many affairs?

Well, let's just say, you
meet a lot of unhappy women

up here during the summer.

Hmm. Why are they so unhappy?

Probably for the
same reasons you are.

Who says I'm unhappy?

Aren't you?

No.

Why would you assume that?

Because you're here,

and not at home
with your husband.

Well, maybe I don't
believe in monogamy.

Maybe my husband and I have
an agreement about that.

Do you?

Whoo!

Damn. It's getting
cold out there.

Wow!

God, you smell good.

- Thanks.
- You know, I remember your perfume from lunch too.

Oh. Thanks.

You, uh, you're sure I can't
interest you in a glass?

Uh, no, you know, I'm
really... I'm... I'm good.

Thanks, though.

So you and your husband never
got a place up here, huh?

No, no.

Scott is one of the few people

that actually likes
New York in the summer.

Ah, so he's a fan
of the stink of piss

on every street corner, hmm?

I mean, I think he
just likes the fact

that no one's actually in town.

And then, you know,
he always says

that real New Yorkers don't
complain about crowded subways

or cold winters or
the stink of piss.

Okay, Mr. Hardcore.

Well, I've got time enough there

to know that I can
happily do without

any of those things,

which is why I come up
here as often as I do.

So why didn't you ever
get a place up here?

Well, for one thing,
I don't manage

big time rock and roll bands.
I just write about them.

But to answer your
question, you know,

I grew up mostly in
Northern California.

But when my folks got
divorced, my old man moved

back to New York City,

and we would go out to
visit him every summer.

And he would always take us on
a one-week vacation up here.

You know, get a cabin
out in the woods,

do some fishing,
hiking, shit like that.

And that's how I fell
in love with this place.

And on the drive up here,
my brothers and sisters,

they would always point
out the houses or the farms

that we were gonna live in

when they struck
it rich, you know?

But every summer, they always...

they always picked
a different house.

But I always picked
the same one.

The Victorian that
the tech bro got.

Yeah.

And I really believed that
I was gonna get the money

to buy that place one day.

I was convinced that
I would get it done

by the time I was 30
because, of course,

I'd be a best selling
author by then.

But instead, I was unpublished.

I... Married with two kids.

So... 30 turned into 40.

And instead of
writing a best seller,

I end up in a velvet coffin
doing profiles for half talents

for "Spin" and "Rolling Stone."

Then I got divorced.

So... 40 turned to 50.

And then riding over
here with you today,

that was the first time
I went past that house

and didn't think that
one day it would be mine.

That's a 45-year-old
fucking dream

finally put to rest.

Wow.

Well...

here's to the pleasures
that failed to last

and the dreams that
didn't come true.

Oh.

But hey, you know what?

With this new book, maybe
the house of my dreams

is yet within my grasp.

Yeah, you know, and at
least you have this place

to come up and use, right?

I mean, and you've got
the book you're writing.

It's... it's... it's gonna,

I think that subject matter
has got a lot of potential,

the '90s and...

You are so beautiful,
you know that?

Oh... oh. No.

- What?
- Um...

What is it?

God, I'm so sorry, Johnny.
I'm sorry. I really like you.

I do.

I just...

You know, it's a
big step for me.

And I need to just, you
know, go at my pace.

Yeah. No, of course. My bad.

This is not easy for me either.

I'm a little out of
practice, I guess. So...

It's just, I really
like you, Eve.

And I was hoping that...

Anyway, I'll go
check on the grill.

Hey, Eve. How are you?

Hey, listen, can
I ask you a favor?

Are you okay? Why
are you whispering?

No, no, no, I'm fine.
Everything's fine.

I'm just... I'm
actually up by you.

Um, I... I came to stay, uh,
with a girlfriend, and...

and then she just told me

that her boyfriend is
coming up unexpectedly.

So I was just wondering
if maybe it'd be okay

if I just spent the
night at your place.

When? Tonight?

Yeah, like, like now.

Oh. Yeah, no,
sure. Come on over.

Okay, thanks. All right.

I'm just gonna call
an Uber, and I'll...

I'll see you soon.

Okay.

Thanks, Mags.

You look like you could
use a glass of wine.

Oh, God, yes, please.

Are you sure I'm not a bother?

Eve, don't be silly.
I'm happy to see you.

Where's Nick? Is he home?

Yeah, he is.

He just, um, wasn't
feeling well.

And he went up to bed already.

Oh.

You two are so lucky, you
know? Your relationship.

I always wished Scott and I
had something like you two.

Yeah. I mean...

You know what? Today,
I finished my book.

Wow. Oh! Is this it? Yep.

"Filling Station"
by Maggie Miller.

Your name looks
so good in print.

Wow.

Do you ever regret
keeping your maiden name?

No.

I mean, looking back, it was
actually the only good advice

Mom ever gave us.

Why would you say that?

Because we're both artists.

The work is ours.
We should own it.

Yeah, that was one of the things

Scott always resented.

Oh, fuck him.

You're right. Fuck him.

Fuck him.

We had some really
great times here

over the years in this house.

Didn't we, Mags?

We sure did.

You know, when the
kids were little and...

Mom was still alive.

- Those were my favorite summers.
- They were good times.

God, it's so hard now, isn't it?

Getting older...

be married, and kids
leaving, the whole thing.

Yeah.

It can be hard.

I mean, do you ever wish
that you could just go back

and do it all differently?

Just start all over again?

Sure, Eve.

I mean, I think everyone wishes

they could do that sometimes.

God, I just...

I get so mad at myself
because I just...

I just threw all those
years away, you know?

And I was... Oh, fuck,

I was actually fucking
good, you know?

And I just listened to him.

And I gave it all up.

I gave it all...

Like, all I was
good for was, like,

fucking pickups
and dinners and...

And I actually, you know,

I think I had
something to offer.

Oh, God, whatever. It's...

It's so ridiculous.

Anyway, I'm gonna go to bed.

- You sure?
- So fucking tired, yeah.

Okay. Just take one
of the boys' rooms.

Okay. Thanks.

- Sleep well.
- Okay.

Uh, so I really wanted to
apologize for yesterday.

You know, I totally overreacted

and ruined what was a
really very nice time.

And I've been thinking
it'd be so great

to get together with your
sister Eve and her husband

and, you know, get
to know them too.

And maybe we could have dinner
in the city next weekend.

Or, you know, maybe
Maggie and Nick

could have them to stay upstate,

and we could do a whole
family thing, you know?

Because I think I think you said

that Tina hated your sisters

and that your
sisters hated Tina.

So perhaps they won't hate me,
and it could be really good.

What do you think?

Yeah, yeah, I think either
one of those situations

could be, you know...

Were you gonna tell me

that you got together
with Tina today?

Uh, you know what?
I... I wasn't.

Really? Why the fuck not?

Well, because, as evidenced
by how you're reacting now,

I figured it would
probably upset you.

Well, your not telling
me upsets me more.

So how was it?

It was nothing. I mean,
it was uneventful.

But how did you even
find out about it?

Because she called
me right afterwards.

Was the meeting her idea
or was it your idea?

No, it was her idea.

Look, she wanted to get
together to apologize

for her behavior
the other night,

and I wanted to get my keys back

so that we wouldn't have
another situation like that.

Why didn't you just tell me?

Seriously? Because...
I mean, come on.

She's my ex-wife. It's
none of your business.

Are you fucking kidding me?

We're dating.

Of course it's my
fucking business.

Yeah, but she's my ex-wife.

I'm gonna have to deal with
her from time to time, right?

I mean, you've got
to understand that.

Do you not have to deal
with fucking Tom sometimes?

Yeah, I mean, I just try not to.

Yeah, but I don't
think you owe it to me

to tell me when you do.

Right? And in my defense,
my breakup with Tina

is a little bit
more recent, right,

than your divorce with Tom.

Oh, what does that mean?

That means you've got to
give me a fucking break here.

This is new terrain
for me, okay? You know,

and I'm trying to figure it
out. I don't know the rules.

I don't know the
do's and don'ts.

Oh. Hey, you're still up?

How's she doing?

Well, not good.

I finished, uh, your book.

And?

Are you seeing
someone else, Maggie?

What? No.

Wait. No, wait.

Just listen.

Thirty-two years, you've
never been unfaithful?

Nick.

I'm going to sleep.

For what it's worth,
the book is great.

Probably your best one ever.

So... good job there.

You know she only wants to
get back together with you

because you're with me
now. You know that, right?

She just sees that you're not

hanging around waiting
for her anymore,

and she wants to see if
she can get you back.

Well, it doesn't
matter what she thinks

or what she feels, okay?

What matters is what I
think and what I feel.

And I don't want to
be back with her.

Okay? I want to be with you.

But why'd you go up
there in the first place?

No, I don't know.

I mean, look, we were
married for 15 years.

So was there a
moment where maybe...

a moment of weakness
or insecurity

where I thought...

where I thought maybe
I did want to see

if there was anything,
I don't know...

that we could maybe get
back together? I don't know.

I didn't think you'd
actually say yes.

Is it too early? Champagne?

I'm here, right?

- To us.
- To us.

So look, before this
goes any further,

what do you... what
do you want from this?

What do you mean?

Well, what's your hope
for where this leads?

I mean, is this about
us trying to reconcile?

Are we just up here to fuck?

Or are you looking to put an
end to me and Renee, maybe?

All three.

Look, Renee, I
apologize. Okay?

I know I fucked
up, but I do not...

I do not want to be
back together with her.

I want to be here with you.

You know, I worked really hard

to be in a good place.

For so many years, I
juggled being a mother

with having a
super demanding job

and this awful husband.

And I got out of
the shitty marriage.

But it's cool because
my kids are great.

And I love... I love what I do.

But I think what I want now...

and what I deserve...

...is to have a good time.

Not to be in a
complicated relationship,

or, more accurately,
a messy one.

I really like you.

But?

Yeah. I'm sorry, Andy.

Thank you for letting
me crash last night.

Of course. Are
you gonna be okay?

Yeah. Yeah, I'm gonna be okay.

- What about you?
- Eh...

Oh.

- Bye.
- Bye.

Nick?

I'm back.

Nick?

♪ Oh, oh

♪ Oh, oh, oh, oh,
Oh, oh, oh, oh ♪

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♪ You turned out the light ♪

♪ Blew out my candle ♪

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I was on the road ♪

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♪ Like the irony ♪

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♪ A showstopper ♪

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♪ Had so much more to offer ♪

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to change me ♪

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drive you crazy? ♪

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To steer me wrong ♪

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me Everything you are ♪

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girl You know I never was ♪

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oh, oh, oh, oh ♪

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To throw away ♪

♪ So let the hands take apart

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♪ It feels not quite its force ♪

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Ears write what appears ♪

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Looking back on our faces ♪

♪ Smiling like we're good ♪

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wisdom If I want to ♪

♪ If I should ♪

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♪ But I don't even
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♪ That your brain
can Feel them dying ♪

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there's no going back ♪

♪ But still the test ♪

♪ Can't break out of the past ♪

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♪ Going back ♪

♪ I know there's no going back ♪

♪ But still the test ♪

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it ever really love? ♪

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Now just noise ♪

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♪ From when we met ♪

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did this happen? ♪

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loving a mad reaction ♪

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♪ And I've been

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♪ Smiling when we could ♪

♪ Feel like I'm erasing
Everything that's done ♪

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Hold on to it all ♪

♪ But I don't even
know If I should ♪

♪ Fading memories ♪

♪ That your brain
can Feel them dying ♪

♪ Going back ♪

♪ I know there's no going back ♪

♪ But still the test ♪

♪ Can't break out of the past ♪

♪ It's raining ♪

♪ Every drop is saying ♪

♪ Don't stop
trying Going back ♪

♪ I know there's no going back ♪

♪ But still the test ♪

♪ Can't break out
Of the test now ♪

♪ No going back

♪ Oh, oh, oh ♪

♪ Yeah, yeah

♪ Going back

♪ I'm not going back ♪

♪ Oh, oh, oh ♪