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- Ahh. - What do you think?

One more?

Oh, I...

I have to work tomorrow.

Mm.

Hmm? (BOTH LAUGH)

Okay, sure.

All right, be right back.

Hey, just, uh, two more of these.

BARTENDER: You got it. DATE: Thank you.

Just put it on my tab.

Here we go.

- Thank you. - Sure.

This isn't so bad, you know?

- What? - This, like, meeting up with someone online.

That's the most romantic thing

anybody's ever said to me.

- It is... thank you. - I'm sorry.

No, I didn... I don't mean it like that.

I mean it's nice.

(SMALL LAUGH)

You're my first Tinder date, so...

- Really? - Yeah.

Wow. Well, now I'm feeling a lot of pressure

to make this go really well

on behalf of online daters everywhere.

Well, I think you're doing great.

- Am I? - Yeah.

Thank God.

So...

When was the last time

you went on a date?

Uh, like a date date?

Yeah, a date date.

A while ago.

And when was the last time someone kissed you?

A while ago.

Mm.

- Hi. - (SOFTLY) Hi.

Uh, sorry. Um...

- You all right? - Yeah, no, sorry.

I have to tell you something. Um...

So I...

I got into some trouble,

um...

so I have to wear this thing, um...

It's just...

- Oh. - So...

Yeah.

Yeah, I don't care.

(BOTH BREATHING HARD)

I couldn't believe it when I Googled you.

Fucking your student.

You're a filthy little fucking bitch, huh?

You feel how hard that makes me?

Fuck, so hard.

Filthy little fucking teacher slut.

(GRUNTING)

- Fuck me. - Say it again.

(Istant, indistinct chatter)

(EXHALES)

(DOOR OPENS)

Hey, don't you, uh...

have class?

I guess I overslept.

Get dressed.

I am dressed.

No, dude, just put on some real clothes.

I'm buying you dinner.

(SIGHS)

Are you hungry?

Thanks.

Any requests for dinner?

I read in a magazine that planning out your meal

gives you greater satisfaction.

Whatever is fine. I don't know if I'll be home in time.

I've been thinkin'.

Have you given any consideration

to goin' back to Al-Anon?

It used to help you, uh, I remember, before.

Well, that was to help deal with you, Dad.

Oh.

I... just know I value...

- Dad. - I'm fine, okay?

Just stop.

Oh, I have your schedules for next week.

Don, I moved a couple things around so you're off Thursday.

Thanks, Wyatt.

Anybody needs me, I'm in the back room.

Wyatt's the best.

Real lucky to have him as your dad.

You know, that's... That's me, uh,

on my one-year mark there.

I couldn't have made it without him.

(BACKGROUND CHATTER)

(SOFT POP ON JUKEBOX)

- Yo. - Yo.

Fuckin' hell, yeah.

- Mmm. - (SIGHS)

- So fuckin' good. - I know, right?

What?

Nothin'.

What?

I, uh...

look, I saw the letter the school sent.

The one that you're being put on academic probation

and about, uh, losing your scholarship.

- Ha. - You looked through my shit?

It's on your desk.

Not cool, man.

- I just, um... - I just... I just...

I don't know, I feel like...

I feel like you got this different vibe

than you did at the beginning of the semester, you know?

- A different vibe. - Yeah, you know, uh...

I'm fine.

All right? Seriously, I'm fine.

Okay, cool.

(PHONE BUZZES)

(SIGHS)

(WHISPERS) What the fuck?

Shit.

They want me to get back to the house.

Fucking pledging, man.

Think you made the right decision.

Well, if you need to go, man, it's all good.

You sure?

Yeah.

Okay.

(SIGHS)

We... we cool, man?

Yeah, we're cool.

(FOOTSTEPS APPROACH)

MATT: It's all filled out.

Um...

Both just have to sign page...

four and five, I believe.

Oh, and nine.

Sorry, I don't have a pen.

- Oh. - (PEN CLICKS)

You seem good.

I am.

Little rough... there for a while,

but things are pretty great now.

Recording an album.

- Wow. - Cool.

Gone to some pretty cool cities for work.

Dating and... yeah, I don't know.

(CHUCKLES)

As happy as I can be, I guess.

That's good to hear.

It's okay, you don't have to pretend

that you've been worried about how I am.

I have been.

You never would have done what you did

if you gave a shit about me.

I made a mistake, and I'm...

A mistake.

Is that what you're calling it?

Wow. (SHAKY LAUGH)

Okay.

I don't know how I ever loved you.

Matt, I'm s-so sorry.

- Oh, fuck. - I'm so mad.

I'm just so mad at you.

Can you go, please? Can you go?

(KEYS CLATTER)

(Ntry western plays in background)

(LAUGHTER, CHATTER)

(INDISTINCT CHATTER)

(WOMEN GIGGLING)

Hi. Five fuzzy navels, please.

Make that a double order, please.

- Yes! - Oh, perfect!

Oh, could you take a picture for us?

- We're, uh, we're documenting. - Oh, uh...

- Thank you! - Okay.

Guys.

- Okay, ready? - One, two, and...

everyone say "fuzzy navel."

ALL: Fuzzy navel!

(GIGGLING) ERIC: All right.

Thank you.

Oh, we owe you a shot.

- (GASPS) - Oh, no, that's cool.

One more fuzzy navel!

Uh... no, I-I'm good, though.

- Thank you. - You're good with sitting at the bar

by yourself like a weirdo

and not drinking with five hot women?

I guess I'd rather have a whisky than a fuzzy navel.

Oh! Straight whisky for this guy.

- (LAUGHS) - (WOMAN GIGGLES)

Oh, thank you.

- Oh, wait, what's... - What's your name again?

Um, Eric.

- To Eric! - To Eric.

- To Eric. - Cheers!

- ERIC: Ah, cheers. - Hey, Eric.

Whoo!

- Eric! - Hey.

(MUSIC CONTINUES IN BACKGROUND)

SINGER: ♪ Love's a puzzle ♪

♪ It keeps you guessin' till there's ♪

♪ Only one piece out ♪

Why would he write "cool" after I sext him?

Shouldn't I at least get a "very cool"?

We've been sleeping together for months.

Is he trying to backslide into a vague place?

Maybe he just thinks what you wanna do is cool.

- This is what I said. - Whatever.

You don't understand what it's like to date in LA.

You and Adam are like Tami and Coach Taylor happy.

It's disgusting. FRIEND: Oh, my God, I love Connie Britton.

Her hair is so pretty.

FRIEND: So pretty? FRIEND: So pretty. (LAUGHTER)

FRIEND: So what about you? Are you in a relationship?

Uh, no, no, I'm not really...

not really lookin' for that right now.

FRIEND: When you're not looking is when you find it.

Our, uh, gorgeous friend Chloe is single.

And she's a certified yoga teacher.

- Oh, yeah? - That's... impressive.

(SHANIA TWAIN'S "MAN! I FEEL LIKE A WOMAN!" PLAYS)

No! They are not playing that song right now.

No, they are not! (WOMEN GIGGLING)

SHANIA: ♪ I'm goin' out tonight ♪

♪ I'm feelin' all right ♪

♪ Gonna let it all hang out ♪

♪ Wanna make some noise ♪

♪ Really raise my voice ♪

♪ Yeah, I wanna scream and shout ♪

♪ No inhibitions ♪

♪ Make no conditions ♪

♪ Get a little ♪

♪ Outta line... ♪ (KNOCK ON DOOR)

Hey.

(SOFTLY) Hey.

So happy you texted, I...

I was afraid that I wasn't gonna see you again.

Okay.

Can I get you a drink or anything... beer?

I just want you to fuck me right now.

Can you do that?

I can.

Good.

(SMALL LAUGH)

Oh, you're not hard yet.

Mm.

You're not happy to see me?

- Mm-hmm. - The dirty slut that I am.

- Hmph. - That's what I am, right?

- Mm-hmm. - Dirty slut.

Yeah, you make me fucking sick.

(BREATHING HARD)

(GRUNTS)

(GRUNTING)

Hit me.

- What? - Hit me.

Oh, fuck. Harder.

- Harder? - Yeah.

Yeah?

(WHACK)

Hit me here.

- What? - Hit me here.

- Yeah? - Yeah.

Mm.

- Come on. - Hmm.

- Oh, come on. - Fuckin' really hit me.

Harder.

(BREATHING HARD)

(WHACK)

Harder.

Seriously.

- Ha. - Hit me like the dirty slut that I am.

I don't think I can hit you any harder

- without hurting you. - Just fucking do it.

Come on.

(BREATHING HARD)

Are you okay?

Oh, my God, I'm so...

- Why'd you stop? - Come on.

- No, no, no, I'm... - I'm not...

- That was great. - Come on, keep doing it.

You're fucking bleeding.

- I'm fine. - (PANTING)

I-I don't think I can do this.

I'm really sorry.

- I'm sorry, I... - Oh, shut up.

I didn't mean to...

Are you okay?

Yeah.

No, like actually, are you okay?

(CLAIRE EXHALES) (SIGHS)

(WHISPERS) Fuck.

You're up.

Okay, but I'm just getting straight tequila.

- I cannot deal with the fuzzy... - Yep, tequila, great.

- Hi. - Hi.

Hi.

Um... can I have five shots of tequila, please?

You want one?

- No, thank you. - I'm good.

Oh.

They actually, uh... (CLEARS THROAT)

They actually serve you here?

- What do you mean? - Come on.

You're not 21. I mean, maybe 20,

but that's pushing it.

Don't blow my cover.

- Okay. - (LAUGHS)

Your secret's safe with me.

(GLASSES CLUNK LIGHTLY)

Okay.

Help me bring these over?

Yeah, yeah.

Um... what?

(SIGHS) - I mean, look, they couldn't have just left you.

(SIGHS)

Yeah, they could have.

- ERIC: Shit. - And they did.

I can't fucking believe this. (GLASSES CLATTERING)

That's messed up.

No shit.

Fuck it.

Yeah.

Fuck it.

(DEANA CARTER'S "STRAWBERRY WINE" PLAYS)

Ahh.

SINGER: ♪ He was workin' through college ♪

Hey.

Come dance with me.

SINGER: ♪ On my grandpa's farm ♪

Come on.

Your friends left you here.

Fuck them.

Come on, I'm here.

- SINGER: ♪ And he had a car ♪ - Dance?

Come on.

SINGER: ♪ Yeah, I was caught somewhere between ♪

♪ A woman and a child ♪

♪ One restless summer ♪

♪ We found love growin' wild ♪

♪ On the banks of the river ♪

♪ On a well-beaten path ♪

♪ It's funny how those memories, they last ♪

♪ Like strawberry wine ♪

♪ And seventeen ♪

♪ The hot July moon ♪

♪ Saw everything ♪

♪ My first taste of love ♪

♪ Oh, bittersweet ♪

♪ Green on the vine ♪

So your friends, uh, are a little...

Aggressive.

Yeah, I'm a single woman, so...

of course that means I'm desperate for a guy.

- Right. - (BOTH LAUGH)

(WHISPERS) Oh, God.

Saw them pushing you on me.

It was... pretty obvious.

No, no, I mean...

They just really wanted me to know

that you've completed 200 hours of yoga training.

- (LAUGHS) - SINGER: ♪ He had to go ♪

♪ A few cards and letters ♪

♪ And one long-distance call ♪

♪ We drifted away ♪

♪ Like the leaves in the fall ♪

- (SOBS) - SINGER: ♪ Year after year ♪

♪ I come back to this place ♪

- ♪ Just to remember ♪ - (LAUGHS) I'm sorry.

- W-What? What happened? - I'm...

- I don't know what... - It's okay, you're fine.

- Did I say something? - No, I'm...

I'm not, uh...

This is so embarrassing.

SINGER: ♪ My first taste of love ♪

♪ Oh, bittersweet ♪

♪ Green on the vine ♪

♪ Like strawberry wine... ♪

You all right?

- (EXHALES) - Hey, are you...

I'm not gonna hook up with you.

(LAUGHS)

I'm... (EXHALES)

You're way too young,

and I just...

I just got out of a long-term thing.

Five years.

(VOICE BREAKING) It's been really hard.

Yeah?

Yeah, and my friends know it has.

They just don't wanna hear about it.

(SNIFFLES)

They just wanna... fix me, as if sex could fix me.

So I-I can't really...

I can't really talk to them about it

and I can't really talk to anybody about it.

No one understands.

(SHAKY BREATHS)

I don't know, I just feel so confused.

(SIGHS)

When we first were together...

I was so madly in love with him.

I felt... sick.

But he put me through the wringer.

And now that I'm out of it, I can...

I can see how unhappy I was.

I don't wanna feel this way anymore.

(MUFFLED ANNOUNCER ON TV)

Claire?

Claire. (CLAIRE SIGHS)

Claire.

Talk to me. What is it?

- Claire. - Stop trying to help me!

(EXHALES)

- I'm just... - tryin' to do right by ya.

I can't even look at you.

This whole good man act?

You know I used to go through our trash when I was a kid?

I used to count the number of empties

to make sure you weren't gonna die.

I was ten years old, and I would get into bed terrified,

thinking...

you know, maybe I missed a cue or something

and that when I woke up, you'd be gone.

What, now I'm supposed to watch you thrive?

Knowing that... That you could beat it.

You just couldn't do it for me?

Claire, I wish I could go back.

I mean, I'd give anything to be able to.

I have spent my entire life

running from you,

trying to feel safe.

I... I've...

Wanted to help kids who were like me

and give them what they...

(SIGHS) what I never got.

And somehow, I've...

I've hurt everyone and I've fucked everything up,

and I don't know how to fix it.

I'm such a fucking horrible person.

(SOBS)

You are gonna find a way

to keep goin', I promise you.

I don't wanna be here.

(SOBS)

Everybody wants me gone. I just wanna be fucking...

gone.

(CRYING)

I know.

I know it feels that way, okay?

But you gotta stay.

You gotta stay.

You gotta.

(CRYING)

(EXHALES SLOWLY)

(DOOR SLIDES OPEN)

Hey.

What's wrong?

No, uh... yeah, I-I just...

thought I'd come home.

You know, for the weekend.

Or maybe longer.

(QUIETLY) I need help, Mom.

I need help.

SANDY: I know.

I'm glad you came home.