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(insects chirping)

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(car engine rumbling)

(cuts engine)

(typing)

(sends text)

(text chimes)

(shuts car door)

(rings doorbell)

(Ring notification)

-(knocking) -(Brooke groans)

(repeatedly rings bell)

(multiple Ring notifications)

(ringing bell repeatedly, app dinging)

(sighs)

Ugh, Rita. I can't.

-Not today. -Come to the door, Brooke.

(Brooke sighs)

I'm sorry. Call me later.

Rita: It's 4:00 in the fuckin' morning,

and this was your idea.

And I want you to open the door now.

(sighs)

There's a Hide-A-Key behind the hose thingy.

Have at it.

(sighs) Jesus Christ.

(light piano music playing)

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-(insects chirping) -(click)

(clicking)

(click, whirring)

(dishes clatter)

(exhales)

(espresso machine whirring)

(shuts fridge)

(shuts drawer, opens drawer)

(shuts drawer)

(pills rattling)

(espresso machine beeps)

(inhales, exhales)

(opens door)

-(click) -Ugh...

Mm...

(sighs)

I'm gonna help you, baby.

-(sighs) -But you gotta at least sit up.

-Morning was a terrible idea. -Mm.

That's clear to both of us.

But the eclipse is happening,

and I'm here.

And I think we should try.

(sighs)

(sighs)

(groans) I'm okay.

Oh...

(grunts)

I'm okay.

First these.

(sighs)

-Your sneakers in the closet? -Mm-mmm.

No way I'm making it up to the park.

-There's no way in hell. -Okay then.

-We'll stay closer to home. -Mm.

Coffee's on the nightstand.

-(light clicks) -(coat hangers rattling)

I'm sorry.

Let's go see the show.

(pats leg)

(grunts)

(sighs)

(insects chirping)

Rita: It's kinda eerie, isn't it?

Not sure I like it.

Brooke: Hm.

Maybe.

I love it.

When you asked me to come watch this with you,

I looked up some shit.

You know the story about Christopher Columbus

and the blood moon when he was stranded in Jamaica?

I think I'm full up on Columbus stories, thanks.

Huh.

You feeling any better?

(inhales) A little. Hm.

Kill a man for some hash browns.

Oh, hell no.

I draw the line at short order cook.

You make a mean Excedrin though.

(dog barking in distance)

You remember those crazy meteor storms from the early 2000s?

Mm-mmm.

Adam and I drove from Philly to New Hampshire

to catch a glimpse of it.

We were in this giant field of...

probably 100 people. (laughs)

Was almost midnight and...

people had thermoses with whatever,

and music was playing from car radios,

and everyone was just hangin' out.

And the moment

the sky started to rain stars...

-(sighs) -It touches something in you.

I like that something

so utterly enchanted can happen, but...

some scientist can explain every bit of it.

Explaining the unexplainable.

Like you do with the mind.

You see me so clearly.

I do, girl.

Another thing I read. Total lunar eclipses

can only be seen from any given location

-every two and a half years. -Yeah?

Yeah. Made me think of where we were two and a half years ago.

-The 2018 midterms. -(laughs)

We were phone banking, going to letter-writing parties.

Mm-hmm.

And they fucking kept the Senate.

-They fucking kept the Senate. -(scoffs)

You were so passionate.

You could turn almost anyone around over the phone.

(Brooke scoffs)

-You cared. -I still care, Rita.

-Do you? -Of course, I do.

-About what? -What do you mean "about what"?

What do you care about these days?

Besides work and play.

Adam's talking seriously about having a baby together.

And what do you think?

I think...

he loves me.

Has that ever been in question?

But I-- I have heard you question

whether or not you want a baby, and...

it never takes you long to admit--

Oh, what do I know, Rita?

What do I know about anything?

You know, the fucked-up thing is I...

I did know once.

When I left rehab, I was so sure.

Sure of my path,

sure that New York, pursing this career,

was the answer.

When I met Paul in school,

he confirmed that instinct.

It gave me a meaningful path to follow.

-Then call him already. -(sighs)

-Hell, take the next flight to New York-- -Maybe I'll see him

when he's in town next week.

-Maybe? -What is he gonna say

that he hasn't already said?

He's going to tell me that my work is what I'm meant to be doing

with my life? I already know that.

I haven't needed a husband or babies.

My work was always enough.

-And it's not anymore? -No, it is.

That's what's frustrating. It is.

Except it's...

not...

somehow, too.

This sinkhole that opened up when my dad died,

it's, like, hand me something, anything.

Adam, sure.

Bourbon, you bet.

My son, a new baby, why not?

It's like, I'll throw anything at it to fill it.

So yes.

My work always has been enough, but maybe...

maybe I'm not enough.

-Oh, bullshit. -Excuse me?

You are more than enough, and you damn well know it.

No...

When you're sober, you know it.

I need you, Rita.

Then why did you do it?

Do what?

Why did you invite me over here this morning,

and then get so obliterated last night,

you couldn't get out of bed?

(scoffs)

That's a stupid question to ask an alcoholic.

Somewhere...

deep inside, you knew...

it would mean the end between us.

The second I hit start on your coffee machine...

the moment I helped you put on your slippers,

it was over.

Brooke: Don't say that.

Alone in your kitchen, going through the checklist of things

I needed to get through the morning after.

The second I walked into your bedroom,

that familiar smell...

of sleeping it off.

(birds chirping)

It was very triggering for me.

And I shouldn't have gotten you out of bed.

I know how much you wanted to see the eclipse,

and I was enabling you.

And I'm sorry.

-I love you way too much for that. -Rita...

please.

(sighs) You know the saying.

"Active alcoholics don't have relationships.

They take hostages."

But there's another saying, baby girl.

"It's a shame we can't forget our troubles

the same way we forget our blessings."

(birds chirping)

There's so much beauty in the world.

Isn't there?

I'm scared.

Rita: Me, too.

Mostly because you're not scared enough.

But I'm praying for you, Brooke.

I see how lonely you are. I...

I see the pain you're in.

Honestly, I am praying you find your son.

-You are? -Mm-hmm.

You need closure on this chapter.

And if that's what it takes to get you to stop

pushing people away, so be it.

Amen and hallelujah.

I am...

I know.

I know.

(wind chimes ringing)

And when you're ready,

all you have to do is call me.

(sighs)

(birds chirping)

(door opens, shuts)

("You're the Only Thing I've Got Going for me" by Bill Wright playing)

And then she said, "you're taking me hostage."

Hostage. (scoffs)

-Because I overslept. -Yeah, that sounds a little dramatic.

Oh, a little? (sputters)

What'd you expect, babe? You guys were just gonna be friends?

Why couldn't we?

Don't think about it so much. She can have her feelings,

you can have yours.

Ten years together.

Okay? And then things get rough, and Rita's like...

-Pew! -And I'm like "bow!"

(laughing)

Oh. How was rehearsal last night?

(sighs) Pretty good. Pretty good.

I feel like we're starting to live in it a little more.

Mm. Daniela, too?

Are you both...

"finding it" together?

-(laughs) -Oh yes, oh yes.

-Was that a little jealousy right there? -No...

A little jealousy?

-"No, Iago. I'll see before I doubt." -Wait.

-That's O-Othello. -Mm-hmm!

-I knew that. -(laughs)

You know we have a term in therapy, Othello Syndrome?

Delusion of infidelity.

-As if you have anything to worry about. -(laughs)

-Wanna get out of here? -What do you mean?

Go somewhere. Like,

-Green Horse, maybe get some cocktails. -(laughs)

-Listen to some music. -Mm...

-Huh? -Nothing the city has

-that we don't have right here. -(laughs)

-When's the last time you got out of this house? -I work here. I live here.

-I'm comfortable. -Or you're hiding.

I am not hiding.

-I get my nails done. -No, your lady comes here!

-(laughs) -Don't even.

Babe, uh, like, the world is opening up again.

You know, people are going out.

Don't you wanna rejoin the living?

You can go.

♪ ♪

-Don't-don't do that. -I'm serious.

I'm fine here, but I understand

-if you want to go out more. -I want you.

Well, Rita says I push people away,

so I don't know why you think you should be exempt.

Oh, that's funny.

♪ ♪

(sighs)

Hey.

I know things are difficult right now...

I'm difficult,

and I'm sorry.

I wish it wasn't so easy for you

to own up to your shit sometimes.

Why?

I think that's a good quality to have in a relationship.

It's just, you know, real conversation killer.

It's-- You know, it's like,

she sees it, she acknowledges it, she apologizes for it,

-case closed. -(sighs) Okay,

-so what would you like me to say instead? -I don't know, something...

simpler, you know?

Say "I love you." I don't know.

Adam, I love you.

(sighs)

-I do. -Right.

I love you. Very much.

Babe...

You are the oxygen in any room that I am in.

♪ ♪

When you...

you come around, I finally can just...

breathe for a minute.

I don't know how you move through the world so easily.

Mm-hmm.

And through it all, you stay light somehow.

I admire it.

I aspire to it. (chuckles)

I'm always so...

(silent scream, sigh)

Uh-uh. N--

-Not always. -(laughs)

(sighs)

You know what I love about you, babe?

What?

I love...

I love this wrist.

(kiss)

And...

-I love this shoulder. -(laughs)

And I love that

exact spot on your neck.

-(laughs) -Right there.

♪ ♪

And my sparkling personality, too?

-Mm, that, too. -(laughs)

I love you.

Inside,

outside, all of it.

And I love how you...

(inhales)

make me think so deep

about stuff.

-(laughs) Yeah? -Yeah.

I mean, it's a lot sometimes, but...

(inhales)

Feels important.

There's no one else that...

asks that much of me.

Hm.

And I love these lips.

♪ ♪

(Adam humming)

(Brooke laughing)

(soft laughter)

(Adam laughing)

(both laugh loudly)

(heavy breathing)

-Is this okay? -Mm-hmm.

So good.

-I gotta come. I'm gonna pull out. -No.

-No? -No.

It's okay.

It's okay.

-Yeah? -(panting) Yeah.

-Yeah. -Are we doing this?

(Brooke shushing)

(moaning)

-(moans) -Adam: I love you.

(grunting) I love you, babe.

-Yes, keep going. Yeah. Mm-hmm. Please. -(heavy breathing)

-Okay. -(panting)

(both grunt, moan)

(gasping, grunt, deep sigh)

(heavy breathing, soft laughter)

(sighs)

(both panting)

(sighs)

I can't believe we just did that.

I mean, both a little drunk, but...

-I mean, we were really just there. -(sighs)

I could feel it.

I'm so tired.

Yeah.

(insects chirping)

(moans)

(Brooke sighs)

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