All language subtitles for Love.Story.2026.S01E02.2160p.WEB.h265-ETHEL

Good morning.

You were so good.

How good was Fleuron?
I told you.

Carolyn.

I need the updated book
for the Milan show.

- Working on it.
-Okay, bring it to my desk.
Thank you.

Good morning, guys.

Well, can you call
our Moscow rep?

She can't close the show
for us from Russia.

Hi. I'm her assistant.

She doesn't want the flowers.
Will you take them back?

She doesn't want the flowers.
Will you take them back?
No, she told me at the casting
there were no problems
with her visa.

No, she told me at the casting
there were no problems
with her visa.

Uh, why is she dressed like
a pilgrim?

It's an officer's uniform
from the Continental Army.

You know what I mean.
Colonial times.

It's an homage to
the birth of our democracy,
but it's chic.

Uh, we would obviously be
featuring A-list celebrities,

and think of the access.

I mean, John's just about
the only person on the planet

who could pick up the phone
and call anyone

from Saddam Hussein
to Heather Locklear.

Well, I don't know about that.

Uh, maybe even
Daryl Hannah, huh? Yeah?

She looked pretty good
as a mermaid.

Maybe we could put her
in a sexy Salem witch outfit.

That'd bank some ad dollars.
-Uh-huh.

So you can see it then, right?

All the fun and innovative ways
that we could market this.

I mean, the options and Rolodex
are endless.

Look.

It's one thing for people
to be sitting at home
watching the news,

It's one thing for people
to be sitting at home
watching the news,
reading the paper,

reading the paper,

but I just don't see a world
in which they're going
out of their way

to buy a magazine
about politics.

But that's because politics
has always been presented
the same way,

which is just
a bunch of old guys

-falling asleep on C-SPAN.

I genuinely believe
that with the right marketing,

we can get people as engaged
with politics as they are
pop culture or the NFL.

Hmm.

Where are you in all this?

I mean, let's be honest here,
that's the real selling point.

If you did this magazine
like Martha Stewart Living,

you put yourself
on every cover,
that's a different story.

And some free advice
from people
actually in the business,

your brand's
only as strong as its name.

Calling the magazine George
after George Washington

makes it feel like homework.

I'm gonna do another Malbec.

Oh, oh!

There she is.

My wife was in
the neighborhood.
I told her to pop by.

Hope that's all right.

That's fine.

"In the neighborhood."
They live in Rye.

You know, it was
so obvious that these guys
had already made up their minds

before they even stepped foot
in the restaurant.

It's, like...
Why waste everybody's time?

Because they wanna be seen
having lunch with you.

You could have pitched them
a magazine about hot dogs,

and they would have taken
the meeting.

And a part of you
has to be okay with that.

Because, no offense,

this magazine
does not come to fruition
without your celebrity.

Oh, really? I hadn't heard.

Look, I get it.
You wanna be taken seriously.

You wanna make your mark
before you...

Before what?

I hadn't thought
that far ahead.

That's all you think about.
That's why you never know
where anything is.

Is this the hand cream
or the soap?

You know, I just wanna
create something of my own
from the ground up.

I just think that if anyone
can bridge the divide

between politics
and pop culture, it's me.

Speaking of things
coming together...

you're not proposing, are you?

you're not proposing, are you?
What? To Daryl?

What? To Daryl?

I forgot I have to be
more specific when it
comes to your love life.

Daryl was seen buying
a wedding dress in
a thrift shop in Santa Monica.

I just thought it seemed
weirdly specific.

You're supposed to be
a refuge from all
this noise and bullshit.

Oh, my God. I'm sorry.
I didn't know that was my role.

-Fuck off.
-No. Please let me try again.

Mr. Kennedy. Uh, I have
your sister on the phone
from Cornell Hospital.

to 2:00.

Apparently,
there's some kind of emergency.

Do you think you should be
reading tabloids
while you're at work?

It's People.

Honey, I know you don't care,

but my astrologer
did see John and Daryl fighting

at a Halloween store
in The Village, like,
screaming at each other.

And she also said
they're both Sagittariuses,

which is, like, Jesus,
take the wheel.

Yeah, well, I'm a Capricorn,
so we probably wouldn't have
fared much better.

Also, maybe it's
people like your astrologer
peddling gossip about them

that's the problem.

Maybe if people
left them alone, they'd thrive.

You know, I know you're
trying to take the high road,
but I don't want to.

-Is that the press packet?
- Yeah.

I love having to compile
favorable press clippings
for him each week

in order to justify
the entirety of
the publicity department.

Well, I know he increased
your clothing allowance
when you got that promotion.

I do not feel bad for you.

Black paper clips.

I couldn't find any.

There's a Staples
on 57th and 3rd.

-Seriously?
-He's fired people
for a whole lot less,

and I would rather
not lose you as an assistant.

Okay, let's scrap this.
He hates full-body shots.

He thinks he has chicken legs.

And let's ditch
the New York Magazine piece.

-He doesn't like
being compared to Ralph.
-Lauren?

No, Macchio.

The Karate Kid.

You know what my dad
told your father

-before we got married?
-Mmm?

"Keep her riding and she'll
always be in a good mood."

See, I wish
we would've known that.

We would have
installed a riding ring
in your apartment.

-Still, I recommend

you stay on two feet
for a while.

You said you had a headache
before you were thrown
from the horse.

Were you experiencing
any other symptoms?

No, I was just tired,

No, I was just tired,
but I didn't have
much of an appetite,
so I didn't eat breakfast,

but I didn't have
much of an appetite,
so I didn't eat breakfast,

which is probably
where all of this started
in the first place.

And as far as lifestyle?

I'm as healthy as can be.
I don't eat sweets.
I exercise every day.

Sometimes twice a day.

-Mom.
-She smokes.

This is just retribution
for making her meet with
a nutritionist during recess.

Yes, thank you again
for neutralizing my sweet tooth

at such a young
and impressionable age.

We'll need to keep you
overnight. As a precaution.
Monitor your vitals--

No, thank you. I will not
sleep a wink in this place.

And what I need is
a good night's rest.

If you do insist on leaving,
you'll need to sign
discharge papers

stating that you left
against the medical--

I've spent my fair share
of time in hospitals.
I know how it works.

Of course. I'll be back
to check on you in a bit.

-Thank you.
-Thank you, Dr. Moore.

Thank you.

Why don't you and Maurice
head to the cafeteria?
I'd love a cup of tea.

You think that will be
enough time for him to relay

all your reservations
about the magazine?

-Why don't you and I go
get some tea?
-And miss the fireworks?

Please try to maintain
inside voices.

Well, I'm just trying to
understand why you'd wanna join
the ranks of an industry

that's profited
off our family's misfortune
for years.

Generations, actually.

Why is it any different
from you working at Doubleday,
or Caroline writing books?

Those are genuine interests
of ours that we've cultivated
over years.

And this idea is
seemingly out of nowhere.

And this idea is
seemingly out of nowhere.
And you finally passed
the bar exam. I mean,
I just think you should--

And you finally passed
the bar exam. I mean,
I just think you should--

Dad wanted to be a journalist.
I mean, before Grandpa
roped him into politics.

Is that what all this is about?

Wanting to feel closer
to your dad? Come here.

No. I'm just saying that,
like, my interest isn't
entirely out of nowhere.

If Caroline wanted
to start a magazine,
no one would bat an eye at it.

I'm just... Can't stand by
waiting for my life to start.

I'm 33 years old.

When Dad was my age,
he was a father,
a best-selling author,

a congressman and a war hero.

Yeah. But it's like you said,
he didn't really have a choice.

And I can tell you,

And I can tell you,
success isn't
all that triumphant
when it's expected of you.

success isn't
all that triumphant
when it's expected of you.

Now, will you please
break me out of this place?

The brawl culminated
in blows being exchanged.

Marky Mark
was said to have punched

Maverick record label
talent scout Guy Oseary.

The fight spilled out
onto the streets but was
eventually broken up by party--

-Who picks a fight
with Madonna?

Well, he also allegedly called
a member of her entourage
a homophobic slur.

Whoa, wait a sec.
He only called the guy a homo.

I'm just saying, I think
we all assumed he meant faggot.

Yeah, he's practically
Harvey Milk.

All right, settle down.
You know what I meant.

He's a loudmouth rapper
from Boston.

People don't give a shit
if he's politically correct
or not.

And therefore, neither
should we? That's a hell of
a mission statement.

The campaign is
a cultural phenomenon,

and we're just getting
out of the red.

I don't think we can afford
to kick him out of bed
over a drunken indiscretion.

Careful there, Todd.
You're sounding a little gay.

It might not be our call.

According to his team, Mark
feels the underwear campaign

has overshadowed
his burgeoning rap career.

I didn't realize Marky Mark
and the Funky Bunch were
plotting global domination.

-They also said

that he doesn't like
all the attention

that the campaign
has brought him from gay men.

Are you kidding me?

I mean, he did everything
short of dry-humping
the runway at the LA show.

Did he think all those men
in the crowd were just
huge fans of shitty hip-hop?

Well, the partnership
has clearly become untenable,

so we need to replace him
quickly and seamlessly,

and let's also issue
a statement condemning
his bullshit.

Uh, will you be issuing
that statement personally or...

No.

So, who do we like
to replace him?

We have Brad Pitt,
Jason Priestley, Keanu Reeves.

No, no, no.

I don't wanna
get involved with another
established celebrity.

I want someone who
our customers can bestow
their fantasies onto.

I want a fresh face

that will
instantly ingrain itself
into the public consciousness.

You plucked Kate Moss
from obscurity.

If anyone can mint a star,
it's you.

-You catch that little dig?
-Ugh.

He knows full well that I'm
the one that fought for Kate.

Who he compared to
a teenage boy, by the way.

I know, but you can't let him
rattle you. In fact, I think it
probably turns him on.

Telling me to settle down?
Go fuck yourself.

Can you imagine
if Kate called someone
a faggot and assaulted them?

Can you imagine
if Kate called someone
a faggot and assaulted them?
She'd be crucified.

She'd be crucified.

She'd be crucified.
That or young girls everywhere
would be committing
hate crimes.

That or young girls everywhere
would be committing
hate crimes.

Anyway, I'll see you tonight?

Yes, I'll be peddling your book
like my life depends on it.

Thank you.

I'm gonna have to go smuggle
a model out of Moscow.

Oh, you're doing God's work.

Amen.

Clean air, less traffic,
adequate housing,

those are some of the things
that New Yorkers
only dream about.

But some New Yorkers aren't--

Get the fuck
out of the way, asshole.

Cut!

Let's take five, everybody.

Get out of the street.

Sorry about that, John.

Sure you don't wanna use that?

We are highlighting
the wonders of the city.

-You're doing great,
by the way.
-Really?

-I feel like I'm in my head.
-No, no. I would tell you.

Okay.

Okay, guys.
On to the next setup.

Hey, superstar.

What are you doing here?

The table read got postponed,
so I thought I'd come
see you in action.

Well, I don't know
how entertained
you're gonna be.

I love that I get to be the one
behind the camera for once.

Excuse me. Can I get you
anything, Ms. Hannah?
Uh, coffee or tea?

I'd love some candy, actually,
anything sour.

-Huge fan.

This is the whole crew?

Yeah, we're just shooting
a thing for PBS.

I love it. It reminds me of
my early days doing guerrilla
shoots and no permits.

Sound guys
also doing the lighting.

It's what real filmmaking
should feel like. A community.

What are you writing?

I'm just tinkering with
the script.

Can I hear it?

It's not like a monologue
or anything. I'm just, uh,
talking about the city.

I know, but you're still
on camera delivering lines.
You still have to emote.

I'm fine.

Are you mad at me
or something?

No. No, I'm just
trying to focus.

Just thought you
might want my input
since I'm an actual actor.

-What the fuck?

Did they follow you here?

No. Maybe it was
the giant film crew
that tipped them off.

-You just said
how small it was.
-All right, I'm gonna go.

Listen,
I'm sorry, all right?

I'm just trying to focus
and do a good job.

You're incapable of doing
a bad one.

See you back at home?

Yeah, I have an event tonight.
It's a work thing.

You'd tear your hair out,
but I'll see you after.

Yeah.

Maybe just give them a couple
of good shots on your way out,

-see if they'll fuck off?
-Okay.

Thank you.

Daryl, this way!
This way, please!

- Hi.

- Hi.
Daryl, thank you.

Daryl, thank you.

Right this way.
Yeah, one more, please?

Hi.

Insane.

-Oh, hi.
-Hi. Gorgeous.

So gorgeous.

Okay.

Is that for me?

You know, I was hoping
you wouldn't notice me.

It's hard not to.

This feels like
one of those nightmares
when you show up to school

and realize you're naked.

Except you're getting paid

'cause unlike everybody else,
people actually
wanna see you naked.

-We should all be so lucky.

Why didn't you tell me
you were working this?

They don't really tell us
what the events are.

They just give us a time
and an address
and a pair of underwear.

Plus, I try not to make it
a habit to call someone

after I left them,
like, 50 voicemails.

I know. I'm sorry, I am.
Work's been crazy.

I know. I'm sorry, I am.
Work's been crazy.
No, you know what?
It's fine. You should
get back to the party.

No, you know what?
It's fine. You should
get back to the party.

Hey, I'm working too.

-Really?
-Mmm.

-Really?
-Mmm.
Then why don't you take off
all of your clothes
and grab a tray?

Then why don't you take off
all of your clothes
and grab a tray?

For what it's worth,

I think there's about
five men in this city
that can pull off that uniform.

I'll see you later, yeah?

Yeah.

-Congratulations.
-God bless her.

She did it all by herself.
I had nothing to do with it.

No?

Relax, John. She's here.

-Hi.
- Hey.

-How are you?
-Good.

-It's nice to see you.
-Yeah, you too.

I didn't realize Kelly was
a photographer as well.

Yeah, you know, I don't think
she actually took
any of the photos.

I think she more curated them.

Sorry, I wanted to
come over earlier, but I have--

No, it's fine. I'm sure you
have a lot of hands to shake.

You really know how to make
an entrance, by the way.

Although I'm not gonna lie,
I was sort of hoping
it was Prince.

Oh! Is Prince
supposed to show tonight?

Do you think Prince RSVPs?

That's a good point.

-Did you get my flowers?
-Which ones?

Well, you wouldn't
call me back.

There wasn't much to say.
It was one date.

There wasn't much to say.
It was one date.
I know. I just, um...
I feel terrible about how
everything transpired, and I--

I know. I just, um...
I feel terrible about how
everything transpired, and I--

Yeah, it's fine.
Multiple bouquets of flowers
to my office

was really not necessary.

Did you like 'em at least?

Calvin only allows
white orchids in the office,

and my apartment's basically
death row for vegetation.

I just...
I can't seem to function
knowing that you hate me.

I don't know you
well enough to hate you.

Daryl and I were not together
when you and I met--

You don't have to do this.
Seriously.

It's not like you
bamboozled me. I knew
what I was signing up for.

-Well, what does that mean?
-It means there's your world...

And then there's mine that
I inhabit with everyone else.

Look, I'm gonna... It was nice
to see you. Enjoy the party.

Wait a second.

Carolyn. Carolyn.

John, you have a girlfriend.

Okay? And I don't have to
turn on the TV or open
a newspaper to know that.

You two are everywhere.

It's like we're all living in
the John and Daryl fun house.

Look, she came
back into my life
in this very weird time,

-and we have
a lot of history together.
-You don't...

You don't have to defend
your relationship to me.
I get it.

There's obviously a reason
you two keep finding
a way back to each other.

Plus, she understands
this weird fishbowl
that you live in.

If I were you, I wouldn't
want to throw that away either,

so let's just be friends.

Whatever stress or guilt
you're feeling,
you're absolved. I promise.

I just wish
I could explain to you

how even the simplest things
can become so complicated
for me.

How badly I wish I was
someone else when I met you.

It is what it is.

I'll see you around.

Good night.

May I?

Just ask me for a cigarette.

Ugh! Absolutely not.
It's disgusting.

You're scared
your husband's gonna catch you?

Please. Look at him.

I wanna do some modeling
sometime.

I swear to God, they need
a program for the partners
of recovering addicts

and how to cope with
their newfound sanctimony.

The other day he lectured me
on the pitfalls of a Diet Coke.

I saw you talking to John
earlier. How was that?

It was fine.

What, do I need to hang you
out the window?
Give me some details.

We're just gonna be friends,

which we should've done
from the beginning.

You don't wanna be his friend.

Either way,
that ship has sailed,
and I don't blame him.

He's dating a beautiful
movie star. What's not to love?

Well, look, I love John,

but there's a lot of trade-offs
to being with someone
like that.

I mean, there's a rush walking
into a room with someone
everyone wants to talk to,

feeling like: "Of all
the people they could have
on their arm, they chose me.

I must be fascinating too."

But at the end of the day,
they never really choose you,
you know.

Not in the way
that you wish they would.

Shiny people like that,
they belong to everyone.

All I'm saying is
it's better to be adored

than enamored.

I suppose
when I was growing up,
as you can imagine,

and I had some lessons,
and the very first lesson
I had...

Oh, my God. Hey!

I'm just grabbing
some more rolling papers.
You need anything?

Yeah. I mean, we didn't see...

-Hey, brother.
-How's it going?

I think something's up
with your stove. I'm just
getting, like, a ton of gas.

Oh, yes.

Maybe turn off the stove first?

Right. Good looking out.
Would fucking suck to blow up.

Babe, you're here. I think
you know everyone. Uh...

Oh, wait, this is
my friend Shandra
from the retreat I did in Peru.

She's the one
who knows your cousin, Bobby.

How do you know him again?

Uh, I guess technically
Riverkeeper.

Would you guys mind not...

Oh, sorry.

Was it like a family thing?
The event tonight?

No. Why?

I just didn't know if maybe
your mom and sister were there,

and that's why
you didn't invite me.

You need to stop with
this narrative that you're
like persona non grata, okay?

It's not true.

Babe, you have Kennedy
memorabilia everywhere.

It's not memorabilia, Daryl.

These are not baseball cards.
They're family heirlooms.

Well, can you hang out
for a little?
You've been out all night.

Exactly. I'm exhausted.

From your work event?
You don't even have a job
right now.

Maybe give me a heads-up
the next time you wanna have
people over at my place.

-Your place?
I live here too, John.
-Oh, my God!

Do you ever notice how quickly
it becomes your place

anytime anything
remotely inconvenient happens?

Remotely inconvenient?
I don't even know
who half these people are.

Yeah, 'cause you don't make
an effort to get to know them!

I'm sorry. Why don't we
get Shandra over here,

and we can blow some lines
off my dad's inaugural address?

I'm gonna crash.
It was nice to see you all.

-Hi.
-Should we go?

No, no, stay.

- Are you sure?
- Yeah, he's just tired,
you know.

No, stay.

-That was so rude!
-You're right.

Please apologize to
the coke den in my living room
for my behavior.

I'm not sleeping here tonight
if you're just gonna act like
a fucking asshole.

Apparently I won't be
sleeping here tonight either,

so please let me know
where you're gonna go.

Why did you wanna get back
together again if you're
just gonna act like this?

You came back to me.

On the condition of
a clean slate,
which you agreed to.

And yet every time
I look at you, your mind is
clearly someplace else.

All I want is
for you to need me
as much as I need you.

I don't even know
what that means.

That's because
you're repressed, John.

Like, I say this with love,
but between your lineage
and your heritage,

you're like the poster child
for emotional avoidance.

-Between my lineage
and my heritage?
-Yes.

Oh, my God. This,
what we're doing in front of
your friends right now,

is exactly how we end up on
the cover of People magazine
every week.

Who cares? I'm trying to
talk to you about real life!

Our relationship becoming
a global punch line is
real life, Daryl,

and if you can't see that,
then I don't really know
what to tell you!

Hey, did they let you keep
that uniform?

Ow!

That didn't hurt.
Didn't you play football
in high school?

So?

So you're supposed to be tough.

Why do you always
like to do that?

-What? Pinch you?
-Mm-hmm.

-I don't know.
Do I do that often?
-Uh, yeah.

I guess I didn't really notice.

No, that's not...
That's not true. I, um...

When I was little,
I was playing hide-and-go-seek

with my sister and her friends,
and I was hiding in
this little compartment

in my stepdad's
entertainment unit,
you know, by the TV, and...

all of a sudden
I started having all these
really dark thoughts

that something bad
had happened to them.

And I got scared,
so I climbed out, and...

they were all just
sitting there making
friendship bracelets.

Like, they all just...

They all just stopped looking
for me, and no one
said anything, and I lost it.

And I started hyperventilating,
and my mom was trying
to calm me down, and...

She just kept telling me
to pinch her arm.

I think she wanted to have me
focus on something else.

Eventually I stopped crying.

Well, if that was me,
I would've never stopped
looking for you.

-I'm gonna get a water.
-I can get it for you.

No, no. It's fine. Thank you.

You okay?

Yeah.

John, that seemed to have resulted
in his winning the award
this year.

Well, for this year, the award
was given on the basis...

-You ready?
-...of the governor's stand
on gun--

Yep.

What?

What if we did
a little shopping?

So, uh, are we allowed to be
in here on the weekends?

No, I'm serious.
What happens if somebody
walks through that door,

-then what are we gonna do?
-We split up and run like hell.

What shoe size are you?

-Thirteen.

Yeah.

Why are you doing this for me?
Hmm?

'Cause you're a good person
and you deserve more than
you think you do.

Plus you gotta dress
for the part you want,
not the part you have, right?

I still know
a few of their moves.

Oh, Jesus.

Don't act like
you're not impressed.

What's the opposite of
an aphrodisiac?

I don't know.
What is it?

Come on.

I read in the trades
you're gonna be
working with Ann-Margret?

-Yeah.
-How cool.

Your mother isn't feeling well.

She'll be taking dinner
in her room,
but she sends her regrets.

-John.
-Yeah.

Daryl!

Daryl!

Have you ever asked yourself
why your mother
doesn't like me?

Well, she does like you.
She's just--

Well, she does like you.
She's just--
Why she might have
a tainted perception towards
famous blonde actresses?

Why she might have
a tainted perception towards
famous blonde actresses?

Doesn't take Freud
to connect the dots.

Are you really gonna
do this now?

She wants you to choose her.
She wants you to find
your Jackie. Not--

You barely even know her.

And whose fault is that?

Daryl.

Daryl, come on.

Thank you, Eugie.

Is she gone yet?

What are you doing?

I can't stick around anymore
hoping you're gonna change
or start to give a shit.

Give a shit? What do you
think I'm doing here?

It's not enough
to just show up, John.

You have to actually be with me
when we're together.

What is it
that you're waiting for?

What is it that
I haven't proved to you yet?

No one is gonna love you
the way that I love you,
John, okay?

No one is gonna be able
to put up with all the cameras
and the tabloids

and your family.

And I mean, say what you will,
but there's a reason the public
is so invested in us.

It's because they know
we have something
worth paying attention to.

And you know,
we've talked about

how I feel like work has been
kinda drying up for me.

Maybe that's just the universe
making space for us.

For me to be more to you in
this next chapter of your life.

Are you even still
in love with me?

Of course I love you.

I'm done.

'Cause I won't accept
your marriage proposal

when we're at
each other's throats?

'Cause it's been five years,
John.

If you wanted to marry me,
you would have.

If you really believe that,
why'd your friends
tell the press

-our engagement
was imminent?
-What are you talking about?

The convenient details
of your wedding dress.

What, did you think
you'd get through to me
via the tabloids?

See, this is
where your family
has fucked with your head.

Not everything is a ploy, John,
or an angle,

or some machination of
the Kennedy court.

-Where are you going?

Back to LA.

I don't want you to leave.
I wanna work through this.

I'll be back in a few days.

What, are you just
gonna leave him?

You need to ask yourself
what it is you really want.

Not your family, not what
you think people want,
what you want.

It's the biggest
modeling campaign in the world.
My dad submitted it.

Okay, just do me a favor
and flag his headshot
for Calvin.

Wow, really done a 180
on this relationship, huh?

I just think he'd be right
for it. I mean, you said it
yourself, he's gorgeous.

I just think he'd be right
for it. I mean, you said it
yourself, he's gorgeous.
Oh!

Oh!

So this is just
strictly professional then?

-Jules.
-What are you doing
with this guy?

You look very familiar.
Where would I know you from?

Uh...

I'm not sure.

Wow, looks like you have
quite a few notes there.

-Hi.
-Hi.

Oh, some of them are just
words of encouragement.

Hmm. I don't recall getting
any of those when you
gave me notes on my book.

That's because praise makes you
horribly uncomfortable.

Have you ever thought about
writing one?

-A memoir?
-Mmm.

No, absolutely not.

And what you told
the authors you work with,

it's an opportunity
to make sense of the past
and reclaim the narrative?

Some of them, yes,
but not everyone's past
should be revisited.

Do you ever think about
what your life
might have looked like

if you married somebody else?

I did marry somebody else.

I know,
you still have his last name.

I wasn't talking about Ari.

Do you know
you never called him that
until after he died?

Our entire marriage, you
refused to call him anything
other than Mr. Onassis.

I already had a father

who didn't parade us
around the Greek islands
like he won us at an auction.

And that was because
I think we needed it.

Whether you or the rest of
the world liked it or not.

Whether you or the rest of
the world liked it or not.
Do you ever think about
what if you had married
somebody other than Dad?

Do you ever think about
what if you had married
somebody other than Dad?

Just lived a normal life.

I think we both know if anyone
had offered me anything normal,

I would have been
bored to death.

Even knowing what you know now?

About some of the choices
he made.

All relationships
have their disappointments.

It's just a matter of how
you're let down.

What, you don't think
your relationship
has drawbacks?

No, I don't. You might,
but I didn't need
the same things that you did.

I've been nothing
but supportive
of your relationship.

You acquiesced to
my relationship.

What? That was because
I wanted to make sure

you were marrying
for the right reasons.

What possible ulterior motive
could I have had marrying Ed?

Well, exactly.
You made a stable choice.

God forbid I choose a man
I could actually depend on.

At any rate,
your brother, he was more overt
at pressing my buttons.

But you, mmm...

You weren't exactly
an apple-polisher.

Not everything we do
is in reaction to you,

the same way
your varied love life wasn't
only a reaction to your mother.

At the end of the day,
your wounds informed
your choices just as mine did.

And once I realized that Ed was
the right one for you,
I shut my mouth, didn't I?

I think you fail
to contextualize
who I was raised by.

I mean,
you know your grandmother,
but you don't know my mother.

Her only dream for me
was to become
the most beautiful accessory

to the most coveted man.

And I think... Well, I think
I exceeded those expectations.

But I do realize that I've...

might've gone about it
in the wrong way at times.

But I did have
your best interests in mind,
sweetheart.

I know.

Do you?

I know, Mom.

I do need notes on
my latest draft, by the way.

Delivery guy didn't want them.

White orchids.

-Hi.
-Hey.

-Hi.
-Hey.
Are we still good for lunch?

Are we still good for lunch?

Yeah. No, I'm-I'm starving.

Those can stay at my desk.

Come on, Hank. Come, this way.

-Can I get your autograph?
-Oh, um... Sure.

Thanks, John.

-You're welcome.

-Hank, Hank.

Hank.

Hank.

Hank!

-I'm so sorry.
I understand. I...

I'm on the next flight out.

-Oh, I had to wait
for the ashes.

All right, listen,
my car is downstairs, okay?
I'll see you soon.

Oh, hello, sweetheart.
It's Mommy.

Well, I just...
I was checking in to see...

Well, I haven't spoken to you
since you left so abruptly
the other night.

Anyways, call me, all right?

Very good. Bye.