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What's up, Toronto?

(cheers, applause)

We're Islands, from Montreal.

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♪ I've put on ♪

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♪ Something you can't switch off ♪

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♪ I hope I don't cry ♪

♪ But I know I will ♪

♪ And you know how it feels ♪

♪ On the north side, on the south side ♪

♪ They sing along when you switch on ♪

Hey!

We were wondering, what are you writing?

Oh, I'm, like, I'm reviewing the show.

Oh, cool!

Yeah, I'm a music critic.

Awesome.

(cheering)

♪ Switch on ♪

To be a fan of Islands is to be a fan of Montreal,

a city in Quebec that's become

the most exciting place in the world

for indie rock.

It's the city where Arcade Fire created Funeral,

where up-and-coming artists like Grimes and Mac DeMarco

spent $300 a month

to record albums in their bedrooms.

As the mythos of Montreal grew,

journalists began calling it the new Seattle.

It's dreamy to think about a French city

full of musicians who exist solely

on bagels and cigarettes,

all living in inexpensive, glorious apartments

steps away from the venues

where they play epic concerts late into the night.

♪ Go into the city and switch up the pity ♪

♪ On the train, someone says... ♪♪

And it's not even a contest.

Zen Arcade is Hüsker Dü's best album by far!

It's--it's a post-hardcore fucking masterpiece!

You're dead inside.

I personally prefer Flip Your Wig.

Oh, said no one fucking ever in the history of modern--

Oh, my God, you don't know what it means to be a sellout,

because you are a fucking sellout!

Totally.

Yeah, like their song, um, "Double Nickels on the Dime."

-That's the Minutemen. -Yeah.

(chuckling)

Anyway, back to you about being a sellout.

I am not a sellout...

(indistinct arguing continues)

Amazing Grace.

I, um...

I fucking loved your Islands article, so good.

Super, super good.

Um...did you actually do coke with that guy?

Everybody wants to do cocaine with me, Jeff.

Oh, of course, of course.

Why wouldn't they? They're only human.

Yeah.

(indistinct chatter)

(envelope tears)

(funky music)

(gasps)

Ahh! Yes!

♪

♪ At the end of what you thought was just a stop in the clock ♪

(message chimes)

♪ Found out you got older than you thought ♪

♪

♪ At the end of what you thought of

as a great somnambulant game ♪

♪ All you found among the remains

was a few frames ♪

♪

(scoffs)

(tapping at keys)

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♪ On the other side was an angel sea ♪

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♪ On the distant shore, it was never to be ♪

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♪ Teeming with the thoughts slipped out of reach ♪

♪

♪ Fell away like the sand to-- ♪♪

(final tap at keyboard)

(fluorescent lights hum)

(birds chirping, dog barks)

You've overpacked, just take something out.

Mom, I did not overpack!

And now, we're gonna miss your bus.

No, we're not.

It's okay.

I just don't understand

why you have to move to Montreal.

You're not even French.

I'm gonna write a book this summer.

Yeah? With what money?

Mom, you don't have to understand everything

that I do, okay?

Sometimes, I am just doing things.

1954 was a turning point for Miles Davis.

Inspired by his hero, Sugar Ray Robinson,

Davis decided it was finally time to quit heroin.

After a touring engagement with bebop drummer Max Roach,

Davis took--

See you later, Dad.

Oh, yeah.

Love you, Dad.

Bye!

Au revoir.

(uneasy laughter)

Oh, God.

(grunts)

-(engine starts) -Phew!

(soft music)

Do you think I have time to just go back in--

No, we do not.

You can buy bras,

you can buy underwear.

♪

Okay.

Get the bag...

...out of the trunk.

♪

(grunts)

-Thank you. -For you. Okay.

-Goodbye, I love you so much. -Bye! Love you.

Have a good time in Montreal.

-Okay, I gotta go, I gotta go. -Call me. Call me!

Okay.

♪

-Hello. -Hi.

♪

(soft, indistinct chatter)

(brakes whoosh)

(bright music)

♪

♪ I am saved, I am saved ♪

♪ And oh, would you believe it? ♪

♪ All of the day ♪

♪ I felt his presence near me ♪

♪ I know they won't

believe me, but ♪

And, uh, what made you decide to move?

Um, to get away from

certain sort of stifling negative environments

that I had been in.

I lived in Toronto on my own for a couple years,

just to learn whatever it is you learn

when you're on your own,

and I grew personally,

which I think sort of

had quite a bit to do with--

with why the record is the way that it is.

♪ You won't regret if you choose to believe it ♪

♪ Freedom, silence always, yeah ♪

♪ All these darkened hallways ♪

♪ Oh... ♪

♪ Oh ♪

♪ Oh... ♪

♪ Oh ♪

♪ Oh... ♪

♪ Oh ♪

Thank you!

♪

♪ Oh ♪

♪

♪ Darkness always ♪

♪ It doesn't make much sense ♪

♪ Darkness always ♪

♪ Away from me, calling "stay" ♪♪

(engine revs)

(birds chirping)

(faint, indistinct chatter)

(grunts)

(heavy thud)

(exhales loudly)

(unzipping)

(bell faintly tolling)

Oh, my God, Mom, stop giving me these stupid rocks.

(faint squeaking and thumping noises)

(man and woman speaking French)

It's like this, it's like this, right?

Right?

Oh my God, I'm not sure!

(speaking impassioned French)

Oh, shit!

(moaning)

(sighing)

Oh, fuck.

(footsteps creaking)

(In French) It was good, babe!

(lid sharply falls)

(toilet flushing)

Hi.

Fuck, she's here? Okay, wait.

Hi!

Hey, Madeleine.

How was the bus?

Um, long.

(Madeleine chuckles)

Yeah, this is, uh, this is my, um...

(In French) I'm Hugo.

(In French) You are Grace from Craigslist, yeah?

-That's me. -Nice, nice, nice, eh?

(In French) We do both sides.

(awkward laughter)

Well, are you hungry?

(mellow music)

Oh, yes.

Ready!

(In French) Enjoy, friends!

(In French) Looks good, babe.

(In French) Thanks.

Madeleine, this looks amazing.

(In French) Thank you so much.

I had, like, half a toaster strudel this morning.

Um...

(In French) Where's Gemma?

(In French) Gemma is tree planting this summer in B.C.

(In French) Ah yeah, that's right.

(In French) So, what are you doing here, Grace?

(In French) You really need to speak English, babe.

(In French) She doesn't know any?

No.

Um, he's asking, uh, why you moved here.

Oh. Yeah, um...

I'm trying to write a book this summer.

-Oh! -A 33 1/3rd,

they're like, um, these books about records.

I still need to pitch it,

but I'm sure it's gonna happen.

Mine's about Jagged Little Pill

by Alanis Morissette.

(In French) I love Alanis Morissette!

(In French) Who the fuck is that?

(In French) She's that singer from the '90s.

(In French) You know...

"Isn't it ironic, don't you think?"

♪ It's like rain ♪

♪ On your wedding day ♪♪

(In French) You're a DJ, not a singer.

Oh, okay.

(Hugo clears his throat)

Mm, um...do you speak French, Grace?

-No. -No?

No, um, I pretty much stopped after the pizza unit

in grade five.

But I do know all the toppings, though.

Um, there's, uh...

(In French) Mushrooms.

Um...

(In French) Pineapple.

-Mm-hm. -Right? Um...

(In French) Green pepper.

(In French) Fuck.

(In French) Ham.

Well, you're good, you know everything.

(In French) You think that's funny?

(In French) What?

(In French) Your new roommate is just another fucking Anglo

(In French) who's arrived and thinks she can colonize us

(In French) and change our way of life?

(In French) You think that's funny?

(Madeleine laughs awkwardly)

He's just saying that you're so funny.

-Oh, thank you. -Mm-hm.

Thanks.

(video call ringing)

Hi, Phoebe.

Hey, how's it going, Grace?

Can you see me?

I can see you.

Uh, thanks for meeting on Skype.

It's a bummer you couldn't come to the New York offices.

I received your book proposal for Jagged Little Pill.

Uh, Jeff told me to keep an eye on it.

He said you're the best rock critic in Canada?

Cool!

So, pitch me.

Why should Jagged Little Pill be a 33 1/3rd by Grace Pine?

Well, Alanis is a Canadian icon.

Yeah, nobody cares about that.

I just feel like...

like society hates it

when women talk about themselves.

Anytime I have been honest about my own experiences,

people have been, like, "Shut the fuck up,"

like, including my own parents, but...

Alanis was 19,

and-and she used her life story as this, like,

weapon against the patriarchy.

And she sold 16 million copies of her album, like,

around the world.

I-I do feel like that's the first time in the culture

that a young woman has expressed how fucking angry she was,

and it actually translated to millions of dollars.

I think that's interesting... I guess.

(soft music)

I like your take on the album.

I think it's smart.

Really?

Are you a fast writer?

Yeah, yeah, super fast.

Okay, great, 'cause we just had this title fall through,

and there's this whole thing with the printing,

and then, the publishing schedule.

And trust me, it is so boring.

But what I need to know is,

can you get me a first draft by July?

Is that doable?

-Yeah! -Then I am pleased

to offer you a $500 advance,

and we can start with you sending in

some chapter outlines.

(wings flapping)

♪

(tapping at keys)

-(door opens) -Hey, Grace.

We're just, uh, heading out to buy some MDMA for tonight,

so, let me know if you need anything.

Oh, I'm-I'm good, I don't, like, "do drugs."

Well, there's a loft party tonight at Torn Curtain.

You should come.

Hugo's band is playing, too.

Yeah, we're called Bone Patrol,

we're amazing.

(snickers)

Sounds great, but, um, I'm on a deadline.

You should come, because I'm gonna be DJing,

and we can, like, dance behind the booth--

Okay, what? Whoa, whoa, whoa.

(In French) Wait, what? Karn asked you to DJ?

(In French) I told you last week... babe, stop!

(In French) Nice, nice.

(In French) Maybe I should start giving out handjobs, too.

(In French) That's fucking sexist!

(In French) How is that sexist?

(In French) I've already told you it hurts me.

(In French) You're a "hot girl DJ."

(In French) And it's been five years, babe, let it go.

(In French) It is what it is.

(In French) Because I know way more about music than you do.

(In French) Okay, that's Bastien, let's go.

Sorry.

Kinda have to do this thing now.

But come to Torn tonight, do these drugs with us.

-Okay. -Cool.

Have a--have a great drug deal!

(awkward chuckling)

And, Grace?

Dress hot.

Hm.

♪ I'm a hustler, baby ♪

(upbeat electronic music)

♪ That's what my daddy's made me ♪

♪

♪ Yeah, I'm a hustler, baby ♪

♪

♪ That's what my daddy's made me ♪

♪

That's what they said at my residency.

"No one makes video art in Berlin!"

They make it, but it's shit.

♪ Yeah, I'm a hustler, baby ♪

♪

♪ That's what my daddy's made me ♪

♪

(indistinct animated chatter)

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♪ If I had the money to go to a record store,

I would ♪

♪ I, I would ♪

There you are!

♪ If I had the money to go to a record store ♪♪

(noisy kissing)

Oh!

Uh, I just, uh, I just wanna wash my hands.

-Oh, okay. -Thank you.

Hey, Claire, can I have some coke?

(faint music, chatter, laughter)

(typing continues)

(soft clank)

(soft bubbling)

(gently exhales)

It's, um, it's okay,

you don't have to pretend to look at your phone.

I also have social anxiety.

What?

No, I-I don't have social anxiety.

Oh, I don't blame you.

Being alive is completely insane.

(soft bubbling)

Want some weed?

No, thank you, I don't, like, "do drugs."

(chuckling)

Actually, why not?

-Oh, huh. -Yeah.

How do I, um, hit it?

Take a hit off that nozzle.

-Oh, okay. -Yeah.

Do I have to press anything?

-No. -Okay.

Just let it rip.

Oh, God, I'm scared!

(she chuckles nervously)

(soft bubbling)

(coughing)

I think I took too much.

(coughing continues)

Ooh!

Yeah, I don't have, like, um, social anxiety.

I just...I feel uncomfortable at a party

where I don't know anyone and, like, everyone is on cocaine?

That's a legitimate feeling.

Thanks.

Do you, um, do know these two French people,

Hugo and Madeleine?

They invited me.

Oh, yeah! Hugo plays drums in my band.

Oh! You're a member of Bone Patrol.

(he snickers)

-You've heard of us? -Mm-hm.

Are you--are you gonna stay for our set, or...

That depends.

What are your influences?

Mostly Big Shiny Tunes 1 through 5.

I'm Grace, by the way.

Oh, nice. I'm Archie.

♪ Suckin' on my titties like you wanted me ♪

Yo! Get the fuck on stage!

Let's go!

I, uh, got to set up my axe.

Oh.

You good?

Yeah, I'm very high right now.

Sick.

Oh! Frig, sorry.

(punkish electronic music)

♪

Oh, my God, you came!

I love this song!

♪ Callin' me all the time like Blondie ♪

♪ Check out my Chrissy behind ♪

♪ It's fine all the time ♪

♪ What else is in... ♪♪

Are you having fun?

Yeah, I smoked weed with this guy that said he knows you,

-Archie? -Oh yeah, yeah.

He's the only one I like from Hugo's shitty band.

"Bone Patrol," that's a fucking brutal band name.

(crowd cheers)

Yeah!

(cheers, applause)

You're hot!

We're Bone Patrol.

Before we start,

I-I have a very big announcement to make, uh...

(faint crowd chatter)

Jesse, our bassist, came out today.

He's gay!

(cheers, applause)

Dude, what the fuck?

Bone Patrol loves you,

and we support your quest for the cock, okay?

No, but I told you--

but I told you guys this was, like, a friend thing--

(crowd whoops)

What the fuck?

All right, this song's called "Age, Sex, Location."

Hit it, Hugo.

(drumsticks click)

(loping alt-rock music)

♪

♪ I think I should stop ♪

♪

♪ Connecting the dots ♪

♪

♪ You know, I get that a lot ♪

♪

♪ Advancing the plotlines, not ♪

♪ I'm caught like a moth ♪

♪ Attracted to loss ♪

♪ But the wax is still soft ♪

You didn't tell me your boyfriend's band

sounds like Pavement!

What's that?

That's a band.

♪ Always so lonely, ambiguous-- ♪

Who's the lead singer?

Chevy?

He's the worst guy in Montreal.

♪ Awash sunset lies ♪

♪ In an always sorry life ♪

♪ Fuckin' ageless ♪

♪ Sexless, locationless nights ♪

♪

♪ Locationless nights ♪♪

You're a fucking jerk!

-Jesse. -Okay?

I'm trying to be there for you, dude.

I--I'm an ally.

(faint chatter)

That was a really great show.

Can I have a cigarette?

Oh! Sorry.

Thanks.

What is this? Are you gonna help me with the van?

(indie music playing faintly)

Fuck this.

-Oh, he's mad. -Dick.

So, what's your deal?

Uh, my deal is that I'm Grace,

and I just moved here from Toronto.

Fuck that place.

You can't be an artist in Toronto.

It's, like, really cool that you can just say that.

-Say what? -Like--

Excuse me!

Like, um, call yourself an artist.

Uh, so, um, a few of your songs remind me of Pavement.

No, no, we don't sound like them.

Oh, I'm sorry, I did, uh...

who would you compare yourself to?

Ariel Pink.

R. Stevie Moore.

Mm.

Charles Manson's solo material

is, like, a really big influence on me.

I like music that's just, like, unlistenable.

I think art should just be hard to make.

-(van door slams) -Hm.

And that's why I try to push myself to the brink of insanity

at all times.

Yeah, I'm writing a book this summer, so I'm, like,

pretty much alone all the time.

What's it about?

Uh, Jagged Little Pill by Alanis Morissette?

'Kay.

I'm gonna go help Jesse load the van

before he, like, kills himself.

-Yeah. -See ya.

Jesse?

I'll help you.

Grab this amp, it's yours.

Hey, uh, you guys good with the van?

No.

It's your turn.

(coughs)

Oh. Hey!

Hey!

What's up?

I think I'm gonna go home.

So. Your first lo-po.

What?

Loft party. Big step. Huge.

Yeah, but, like, I was at a cotillion.

Like, like, I was, uh, presented to society.

(she chuckles)

Huh.

Uh, where--where are we going?

We're, uh, cutting across the tracks.

Feels kind of rape-y.

It's not rape-y.

(distant train whistle blares)

Sorry.

People usually cut a bigger hole in the fence.

-Just go through that? -Yeah.

I'm not looking at your underwear.

Good. I stole them from my mom.

Phew!

(he grunts)

-Need help? -No.

Okay.

(bright music)

♪

Hey, oh--

Thank you.

♪

(chatter in Yiddish)

Oh, my God.

I love Mile End.

Toronto doesn't have, like, magical bagel shops

and, like, Hasidic Jews everywhere.

What do they have?

Mostly jerks.

Oh, and condos.

♪

Can I ask you something?

Why do French people hate me?

Mm.

It's pretty complicated.

Basically, French people are okay if you exist.

You just can't work here if you don't speak French.

Or, like, survive at all.

But luckily, Montreal is cheap enough you, uh, get a grant,

or enough money from your parents, you can stay,

so, it's like a waiting game.

People who wanna be artists move here from Edmonton,

drop outta Concordia, move to the Mile End,

and do drugs at loft parties

until they're forced to get real jobs in Toronto.

Where are you from?

P.E.I.

Cute.

Chevy works here, if you ever need Keds.

♪ Fuckin' ageless ♪

♪ Sexless, locationless nights ♪♪

You know, I had, like,

so much anxiety at that party.

Oh.

Like, I just felt like a huge loser all night.

Until we smoked weed, I guess.

Okay, I gotta teach you my two-part system.

Oh, what's your two-part system?

Number one: Act casual.

Ah!

Number two: Swag it out.

Hey, do you wanna, um, like, like go inside

and, like, have sex with me?

Um...

That sounds great, but I can't.

Um, I'm celibate.

Huh. Why?

Personal reasons.

Night, Grace.

Night.

You live next door?

(chuckles)

What is that even supposed to mean?

Double peace, bro.

All right, well, goodnight.

Or...morning.

Morning.

(relaxing music)

♪

(city sounds)

♪

Do they fit okay?

You wanna take a little walk around and see what happens?

(chuckles)

Vans for the summer, classic.

Let me know if you need any bigger sizes.

How do they fit, sweetie?

What's up?

Oh hey, I didn't know you worked here!

Yeah, unfort'.

(upbeat music)

Do you, uh, do you wanna try those on?

These? Yeah. Yeah, sure.

Um, size nine please.

Be right back.

♪

♪ Dreams are broken ♪

♪ Dreams are broken ♪

♪ Vessels on skin for you ♪♪

Last pair in your size.

It's kind of rare. It doesn't happen a lot.

♪ I have delusion ♪

♪ I have delusion ♪

Go walk.

(indistinct lyrics)

(clears throat)

That's a quality daytime shoe.

Yeah, um, they seem really, uh, comfortable.

(indistinct lyrics)

So, um, how long have you been, uh, a shoe salesman?

Uh...

-Too long. -Mm.

I like to treat it like it's an art project,

you know, shoes.

(indistinct lyrics)

So, um, how's that thing you were talking about?

-My book? -Yeah.

It's great! I got a publishing deal!

♪ It's unfounded ♪

♪ We're going--♪♪

Um, how's the band going, eh?

Um, got any shows coming up?

Yeah, it's good.

We have our first EP launch in, uh, August,

um, but nothing's really lined up.

It's...it's stupid.

Well, I'm a music critic.

I write for Spin sometimes.

Do you write for Pitchfork?

No. No, not Pitchfork.

But I am a big fan of your work.

I could, like, interview you sometime.

Yeah, we can do that.

♪

Maybe this weekend.

♪

Hey!

Could you see, um, how much room my toes have?

I'm not supposed to touch the customers' feet.

♪

(exciting music)

♪

(inhales sharply)

♪

Does that feel good?

♪

Yes.

(loud squeak)

Mm.

These blackberries are so good, right?

Do I owe you any money for?

No, we can share food.

Just ask me first.

Okay.

(birds chirping)

(bells ringing)

Hey, do you ever think that girls who date guys in bands

wanna be a guy in a band?

So it's like, don't try to fuck Dave Grohl,

be Dave Grohl.

I don't know, do you wanna be a musician?

No.

(laughs)

Oh, I'm interviewing Chevy today.

Hmm.

What do you think of this dress?

I don't know.

Think I'd show your giant tits instead.

I...oh, um...

I don't really, like, think of myself

as someone with giant tits.

I think of myself as more of like, um,

like a brain in a jar.

(phone pings)

(In French) Oh, fuck off...

(In French) You are not sorry!

(In French) Fuck.

(In French) Give me a break with your, "I'm sorry" texts!

Oh my God, I'm sorry.

Maybe you guys should break up.

You think?

Text Hugo,

"You're a psychopath and we need to break up."

But like, in French.

Can you do it maybe?

(sighs)

(fingers tap against phone)

Congrats you are officially broken up.

(snorts)

(phone pings)

(yells)

That's my mom.

(laughs)

(distant clamoring)

(electric guitar strumming)

(exciting music)

♪

Hey, Jesse.

Hey.

Is Chevy around?

Uh, no, those guys went out to smoke weed,

but, uh, they'll all be back for the Spin article.

I mean, do you want to interview me?

Okay.

(clears throat)

Um, so how long have you and Chevy known each other?

Um, since we were like 13.

Uh, we were in a ska band together back in Edmonton.

A ska band? Really? What was it called?

Um, it's called Free Skanking Willies.

-Oh. -It's Chevy's favorite movie.

But he always cries at the end like a little bitch.

It's called REM, REM sleep.

Oh shit! Yo.

I was just telling Grace about, uh, Free Skanking Willies.

FSW!

FS-dubs.

Hey, has anyone seen my phone anywhere?

-Uh, I haven't seen it. -You don't wanna be down there.

-Oh. -Uh...

-Maybe you left it-- -Ooh, thank you.

-'Sup? -'Sup?

It's really cool you're doing this.

I didn't know you wrote for Spin--

(cymbals crash)

The fuck, dude?

Uh, Grace, how do you see this going, huh?

I mean, uh,

this is Bone Patrol's first interview,

so we just all want to be prepared, right?

-Right? -Yeah, yeah.

Sure, yeah. Let me, um,

let me take out my tape recorder.

(In French) Where the fuck is it?

All right, I think we can just start really casual.

Maybe, um, one second...

let me get this on.

How much weed do you guys smoke?

How much weed don't we smoke?

"8.4! Best new interview!"

I smoke weed for, uh, creative inspiration.

'Sup, bro.

With music, I just,

I really want to go deep into the abyss, yeah.

And wha-and what-what's the abyss?

I just wanna go deep, you know, just so deep inside

that I completely disappear.

Creepy sex metaphors.

Great.

Relax. (In French) No one took your phone.

Move your fat fucking ass and let me check.

Yeah, I realize I hate pretty much every aspect of music,

except recording and production.

So, if I could be in a band that doesn't play any shows

and only exists on the internet,

that'd be ideal.

So, you don't wanna go on tour?

So, I can jerk off into a toilet

of a hot dog restaurant in Winnipeg?

You know, I actually call masturbation, "Going on tour"

'cause they're pretty much the same thing.

Come on, dude!

All right, can we go back to the interview now?

N-none of that is going in.

Hey, are you okay, homie?

I'm fine, I just...

(overlapping voices)

Can I, can I talk to you, Arch?

Yeah.

Okay.

I just, I dunno why you're talking all that shit

in front of Spin.

Unless that's how you truly feel.

I know you think of yourself as like this intense rock star,

but we sell Keds, bro.

I'm--We're not gonna, like, "make it."

This band's gonna break up in five years

and we'll all have to get day jobs in Toronto,

probably in cybersecurity.

Aha! I found it, guys.

All right, I am ready.

What the fuck?

What?

Madeline just broke up with me.

Over text?

Haven't you guys been together for, like, five years?

What the fuck is this?

It's in French.

No, she said, "Je vous breakup."

It doesn't even sound like her.

So sorry, dude.

No, what the fuck, man?

No I can't, I can't.

Can you turn that off, please?

Oh yeah, sorry.

♪ And all I really want ♪

♪ Is some patience ♪

♪ A way to calm the angry voice ♪

♪ And all I really want ♪

♪ Is deliverance ♪♪

(vocalizations)

Whoa!

Oh my God, oh my God!

I'm sorry.

Oh my God, you scared me!

Sorry. How was your date?

Uh, well, it was not a date, the whole band was there.

Ah. Okay well, did you see Hugo?

Yeah.

Oh my God.

(breathes heavily)

I can't be alone right now.

Hey, will you come with me to this, uh, poetry reading?

It's near some abandoned malting silo.

That actually sounds really cool.

But I-I can't, I gotta work on my Alanis--

Hi! Hi, everyone.

Hi, I'm Chloé.

And welcome to the inaugural edition of,

"There Is No Such Thing As A Safe Space."

(cheers)

(snaps)

To start off the event, Laura Malta.

(cheers, snapping)

(pensive music)

Hey.

♪

I stared at my lover.

Early, he said he was tired.

"Laura, I'm tired."

Of course, I heard, "Laura, I'm tired of you."

To which I replied,

"Okay, I'm going to see the cows."

We used to kiss like flowers.

We used to text for hours.

You shifted my molecules.

Now they're string cheese.

My fingers smelled like oranges all winter.

But right before the dream leaves,

I notice my skin is actually rind

and everywhere, there is zest.

Bonjour. Hi, I'm Guillaume.

Last night, I dreamt I was a Starbucks cup.

Way too hot.

And bitter.

Then, a 15-year-old barista threw me in the trash.

(laughs)

Some of the poets last night just, honestly,

like, we're not up to par, like--

-Hey. -Hey.

I like what you read.

Ugh, let's go looking for chacos.

Thanks.

I-I've never really been to anything like this.

It's so cool everyone just reads off their phones.

I-I'm a writer too.

Do you write poetry?

I'm more of, um, a music critic.

Cool! Talk to Chloé!

I'm sure you could get in on the next one.

Really? Like I, like, read something?

-Yeah! -Oh, I don't know.

Yeah! No, it's not a big deal.

What was that remix you were working on this morning?

Um, you're not supposed to hear!

-It's not done. -It was so good.

I read your text.

(In French) Hi, how are you?

Halo!

Excusez moi.

(In French) I look for the...

Sour Patch Kids?

(In French) Can you repeat that, darling?

(In French) It's the baby made of sugar?

Huh?

(In French) Too small...

(In French) For all the world. Always.

(In French) Here you go, I found them.

-Oh. -Ah.

(In French) I to find! Um...

(In French) Would like the debits? Debits?

(machine beeps)

One sec, sorry.

(machine beeps)

(distant music)

(machine dings)

♪

What's up?

I-It's saying I don't have any money.

Well, did you already spend the advance?

The $500?! Yes!

Well, I'm not the one who moved

to another province with no money!

You always wanna do these big things,

but you can't do everything in life--

Oh my God, Mom, just gimme the thousand dollars!

That's all I fucking need!

I'm still waiting for the check from Merge.

It's been four months! They owe me $4,000!

Well then, you need to get on Jeff!

Mom, I sent him the invoice. He never responded!

Well, if someone owed me $4,000,

I wouldn't be in Montreal putzing around!

Oh my God.

(keyboard clacking)

(pensive music)

♪ There goes your corpse again ♪

♪ Oh, yeah ♪

♪ Talking with your new girlfriend ♪

♪ Oh, yeah ♪

♪ What you think that he said ♪

♪ You're better off dead ♪

♪ Oh, yeah, come ♪

♪ Oh, yeah ♪

♪ Come the last days of June ♪

♪ Oh, yeah ♪

♪ Will he go back to his tomb ♪♪

(breathes heavily)

(moans)

(breath hitches)

(desk shaking)

(groans)

(breathes heavily)

Is that what you want?

Uh, I love that you wanna get caught. Heh.

Great sex.

Yeah? All right.

(lights buzzing)

♪ Easy ♪

♪ Easy ♪

♪ My man and me ♪

(melancholic music)

♪ We could rest ♪

♪ And remain here ♪

♪ Easily ♪

(cries)

♪ We are tested and pained ♪

♪ By what's beyond our bed ♪

♪ We are blessed and sustained ♪

♪ By what is not said ♪

♪

♪ No one knows what is coming ♪

♪ Or who will harvest what we have sown ♪

♪ Or how I've been dulling and dumbing ♪

♪ In the service of the heart-- ♪♪

(computer pings)

(crickets chirp)

(sighs deeply)

(sighs)

(sighs)

(keyboard clacking)

When people talk about Alanis,

they mostly talk about how angry she seemed.

But a large part of being female is feeling angry

and insignificant for most of your waking hours.

(somber music)

Alanis' Catholic upbringing

and pre-teen sexualization at her most vulnerable age

was a Molotov cocktail, heavy on the repression.

And when Alanis wasn't cutting ribbons at mall openings

in the Ottawa Valley,

competing in talent shows,

or developing a serious eating disorder,

due to pressure from her label

who wanted her to compete with the Tiffanys

and Madonnas of her era,

she felt guilty.

Like a lot of women,

it was for the things she didn't even do.

♪

(soft music)

♪

♪ I'm broke, but I'm happy ♪

♪ I'm poor, but I'm kind ♪

♪ I'm short, but I'm healthy ♪

♪ Yeah ♪

♪

♪ I'm high, but I'm grounded ♪

♪ I'm sane, but I'm-- ♪♪

Hi, Phoebe.

Hey Grace, on a whole,

I think we're moving in the right direction.

Your first chapter is great.

Okay.

But I think I need more of your voice.

You know, what drew me into your pitch

was how personal Alanis is for you.

And right now, sometimes, it's reading

like her Wikipedia page.

You could go deeper.

Anyway, I'm being pulled into a meeting.

But you got this, okay? Bye!

♪ And the other's givin' a high-five ♪

♪

♪ I feel drunk but I'm sober ♪

♪ I'm young and I'm underpaid ♪

♪ I'm tired but I'm working-- ♪♪

(music distorts)

(breathes out)

(pensive music)

♪

(keyboard clacks)

♪

(intense music)

♪

(laptop dings)

♪

(birds chirp)

(gentle rock music)

Bone Patrol's debut EP smacks of bro-dom.

Not the kind of bro who wears Livestrong bracelets

and is currently taking women's studies classes

to pick up chicks,

but the true bro, the eternal bro,

the bro most loyal and kind.

Maybe even your real-life bro

who taught you how to play the baseline to Nirvana's

"Come As You Are"

and offered up his couch as a landing spot

well until your late twenties.

With four sublime rock songs

that rarely exceed the 4:20 mark,

the Montreal four piece-- comprised

of Archie Webber, lead guitar,

Chevy Olsen, vocals,

Hugo Côté, drums,

and Jesse Matthews, bass--

wear their '90s indie rock influences of Pavement

and Built to Spill

on the sleeves of their beer-soaked hoodies.

♪ La, la, la, la, la ♪♪

But Bone Patrol ain't heavy.

(indistinct lyrics)

They're your bros.

♪ Life ♪

♪ Fucking ageless ♪

♪ Sexless locationless night ♪♪

(pensive music)

♪

Hey.

Hey.

Do you wanna go for a beer or something?

Get off in like 20.

-Cool. -Sick bio.

You write good.

♪

(excited music)

♪

(alarm beeps)

♪

(alarm beeps)

Here you go.

Cheers.

(alarm beeps)

(alarm beeps)

(clears throat)

Uh...

(alarm beeps)

Sounds like something's, uh, going off or something.

Oh yeah, yeah, that's the,

that's the carbon monoxide detector or whatever.

It's fine.

You should probably check that out.

Yeah.

(alarm beeps)

(alarm beeps)

(chuckles)

(moans)

One second, one second.

(sensual music)

♪

♪ Hey, mama, I wanna-- ♪♪

Is that R. Stevie Moore?

Mhm.

♪ Love you ♪♪

I love this song.

♪ Do you feel about the same? ♪

♪

♪ Hey, woman, I wanna say that I need ♪

♪ You don't realize what I have done, dear ♪

♪ You don't understand that I'm the one, dear ♪♪

♪

Do you want me to take my top off?

♪

M-Maybe not?

You're good to just kiss though.

♪

D-Do you wanna, like, touch my boobs or something?

It could be like really...

Okay.

♪

(chuckles nervously)

♪

Sick.

(chuckles)

♪

(moans)

♪

I-I just had this...

like, this--this fight...

(sighs)

...with this-- with my friend,

and I think she, like, kind of, like,

wanted like, like, a relationship.

♪

And I'm just like...

♪

...not good with serious shit, you know?

♪

-Yeah. -Yeah.

♪

I mean, it's always an issue, you know?

'Cause I make music and...

♪

...I can't get distracted.

Ever.

Absolutely.

♪

Yeah, so, I feel like we should just sort of

keep our whatever kind of professional,

you know?

'Cause you're, like, an important contact...

♪

...in the industry.

♪

I need to lie down.

(soft music)

Do you wanna take your jeans off?

You would probably be more comfortable.

No.

♪

You feel really good.

This is good.

♪

Archie!

(mellow music)

Oh, wazzup!

Wazzup!

(chuckles)

♪

Hello.

♪

Thank you.

(indistinct chatter)

(can pops open)

♪

Um, do you ever, uh, feel like a fuck-up?

Yeah, that's why I live here.

Why, you feel like a fuck-up?

I wrote a list of goals for the summer

and I'm blowing it bad.

Can I see it?

It's pretty personal.

Even better.

Okay.

(soft music)

"Goals for summer in Montreal."

♪

Okay, first of all, great title.

Fuck off.

"Number one, write Alanis book.

Number two, learn French.

Number three, climb to the top of the mountain.

Number four, have actual sex."

♪

"Number five, fall in love."

♪

How's all this going?

I can probably help.

Obviously not with number four.

Or number five 'cause I don't believe in love, but...

Oh, sorry, you don't believe in love?

I really, really don't.

Why?

♪

Personal reasons.

♪

What's up, Archie?

Wazzup.

Wazzup!

You two know each other?

This is Mile End, there's like 75 people here.

Hey, I spoke to Chloe.

She put you on the list for the next reading.

Oh my God, really?

It's part of this loft party at Torn Curtain.

TOPS, Dishwasher, and Chevy are gonna be playing too.

That's great! You can read from your Alanis book.

Oh, yeah, yeah, I gotta write that.

(webcam chiming)

("shutter" clicks)

(webcam chiming)

("shutter" clicks)

♪ You can't turn your love around ♪

(email notification)

♪ Every time I go outside ♪

♪ I feel the light ♪

♪ It hurts my eyes ♪

-♪ You can't turn your love ♪ -(Grace squeals)

(In French) Hello Grace!

Hey.

♪

(Madeleine hums)

♪

(container opens)

♪

How's your day?

It was good. I just went grocery shopping.

How was yours?

It's good.

I got Bone Patrol interview.

I'm their publicist now.

♪ Whatcha tryin' to say ♪

Aren't you supposed to write a book?

I can do both.

♪ Back down, back down ♪

Oh!

(paper rustling)

Ta-da!

♪

I'm gonna have my own DJ night,

and I'm gonna only play music I love made by women.

And the best part is that it starts

on the first day of my period!

My God, Madeleine, this is amazing!

Beyoncé with a tampon!

-I know! Ha! -That's sick.

(laughs)

♪

Hey, uh...

when are you gonna pay me for, uh, July's rent?

(insects chirring)

It's been over a week now, so...

(chirring intensifies)

(fan humming)

(soft, tense music)

♪

(sighs)

♪

(laptop notification)

(energetic music)

♪

(phone chimes)

(soft music)

♪

Hoo!

♪

Wow!

♪

This is beautiful!

Hey, sick, man!

Oh, my gosh!

It's whatever.

Take a seat.

♪

(strums guitar)

(clears throat)

-You recording? -Yeah.

Okay, this is off my, uh,

solo thing that I've been working on.

I don't know, it's whatever.

It's stupid.

It's called "Korean Supermarket."

(sunglasses clatter)

(mellow guitar music)

♪ Korean supermarket ♪

♪

♪ I got a nice whip, I gotta park it ♪

♪

♪ Gochujang is my favorite thing

at the Korean supermarket ♪

♪

♪ The entrance, it's got a big red carpet ♪

♪

♪ Cashier is kind but sincere ♪

♪ And I'm hopin', hopin', hopin'

that I got enough in my pocket ♪

♪ Down 'cause I'm broke up on good coke ♪

♪ And I need to go to the... ♪

♪ Korean supermarket ♪

♪ Supermarket, supermarket ♪

♪ Supermarket, supermarket ♪

♪ Supermarket ♪

♪

♪ So many choices, you gotta love it ♪

♪ At the Korean supermarket ♪

♪ I love ♪♪

-That was pretty shit, but... -(clapping)

That was amazing!

Thanks.

Um, we should totally have sex here sometimes.

I love getting caught.

(sighs)

Can you...

can you just be chill?

I'm chill.

No, you're--you're not-- you're not chill.

(Chevy sighs)

You need to calm down.

You're not very chill, Grace.

You gotta calm your farm.

♪ Oh, take a chill pill ♪

♪ Take a chill, chill pill ♪

♪ Take a chill pill, chill, chill, chill ♪♪

(crunching)

Hey, stop eating my bread!

I'm--I'm sorry.

I didn't mean to.

Also, you owe me two months of rent.

So, when are you gonna pay?

No, yeah, no, I, um...

Honestly, I just-- I have, um...

I have a negative bank balance of $700.

But I have this big check coming in from my old job.

And I swear, as soon as I get it,

I will pay you back!

Just gimme the money as soon as you can.

I will!

Yes, of course, I will!

(sighs)

What are you-- what are you up to tonight?

There's, um, this loft party at Torn

that you should come to.

Yeah.

I'm reading something.

You know, I can't tonight 'cause my DJ night is tonight.

Fuck! It's tonight?

You're not coming to my night?

Madeleine, of course I'm coming to your night.

It's gonna be amazing!

I'll come right after I read.

First new message.

Hey Grace, Phoebe here.

What's going on with your draft?

You stopped answering my emails.

(mellow music)

So, who was your first girlfriend?

Oh, um, I was 14,

but it wasn't like a typical relationship

'cause, um, she's older.

Oh, how much older?

I was in grade nine, she was in grade twelve.

But it's, like, cool.

It was cool that, like, it happened.

It's just, it got really complicated

when she went to college.

Mm.

(Archie sighs)

-Shannon. -Shannon.

♪

Are you excited to read from your book?

Yeah, I think that writing is hard

and that no one should do it.

(laughs)

Yeah, how long did you write for, um,

that magazine for, what was it called?

-Merch? -Yeah.

About a year.

♪

It's weird though, I--

I went on the website last night

and all my articles are gone.

What the fuck?

Yeah, so there's like 400 articles that I wrote

that no one can read.

You wrote 400 articles in a year?

Yeah, some, like, investigative features,

cultural criticism,

political reporting.

♪

And I used to write about sex toys.

For the music magazine?

Yeah, the magazine decided to fire the sex columnist

and my boss asked me to write a column

where I reviewed sex toys every week.

Yeah.

♪

I, um, I also used to have sex with my boss.

Oh.

Yeah, um,

but it's not like I, like, loved it or anything.

I just kind of felt like since I agreed to do the column

that I kind of brought it on to myself.

I'm sorry, I just--

I don't know why I'm--I'm telling you this.

I just feel like maybe that's just--

No, I'm sorry that it happened.

It just sounds really shitty.

I...

I guess we've both been with people

who are older than us.

Well, I'm totally over it now, so...

(dance music)

Uh-oh. I'd say Torn Curtain's got a three-week loft span.

(Grace laughs)

How do you know?

I've seen a lot of lofts come and go in my time.

When some space in a warehouse becomes cool,

then McGill students find out.

Next, the police come and arrest everyone.

-Oh! -Ew.

Fuck me.

(indistinct chatter)

Oh, shit.

I printed out my story.

Do you think that I should be reading it off my phone instead?

Nobody cares.

What?

You just graduated to the third part

of my two-part system.

Act casual, swag it out, nobody cares.

Nobody cares, Grace.

Everybody here is just, like,

literally thinking about themselves.

Wow, that is terrible advice.

You got my text?

Oh. Yeah, congrats.

Hey, that was a massive dump.

-Hey, Chevy. -No.

No, not that one.

♪

Uh...

The one about Jesse possibly getting a bedbug

from his Grindr date.

Yeah, it's great that he got on that.

-Hey. -Grace!

(indistinct chatter)

(Archie sighs)

What's up with you and the publicist, huh?

♪

What, do you mean Grace?

Yeah.

We're friends.

Friends who like to fuck?

What?

♪

Look, dude...

♪

...she's a cum dumpster.

♪

Hmm.

I just...

♪

I gotta pee.

♪

So, when do you go on?

Oh, thank you.

Well, they said because I'm from Toronto,

that, um, I should be the headliner.

Nice! You're like the Bono of this loft party.

Yeah, and you're like The Edge.

(Archie chuckles)

Yeah, I'm pretty scared to read.

Hello, hi.

Wow, welcome back.

Thanks for being present.

Next up is, uh, Chevy from Bones Patrol.

(cheering)

It's just...

it's just "Chevy."

Uh, this one is, uh, new.

(cheering)

-(button clicks) -(intense music)

(cheering)

♪

♪ Don't look at me ♪

(cheering)

♪ Quit it ♪

♪ Stop ♪

♪

♪ Oh ♪

(energetic music)

♪

♪ Ah ♪

(cheering)

♪ I slept in my jeans ♪

♪

♪ Dark hair ♪

♪

♪ You over there ♪

♪ In the shadows ♪

♪

♪ You're my shadow ♪

♪

♪ Why do I wake up seeing you next to me ♪

(cheering)

♪ By the time you open your eyes ♪

(indistinct lyrics)

♪

♪ Grab your thigh, move your body next to me ♪

♪

♪ Oh ♪

Last time you open your eyes...

♪

...I'm gone.

(laughs)

(screaming)

♪

♪ Why do I wake up ♪

♪

(indistinct lyrics)

(groaning)

Yeah!

♪

♪ I just wanna be loved ♪

♪ I just wanna be heard ♪♪

♪

I want it all, Montréal.

I want all of you.

♪

Good night.

(cheering)

(indistinct lyrics)

(mellow music)

♪ Like we did on that day ♪

♪

♪ Let's dream again ♪

You're on after this.

Do you know how you wanna be introduced?

(indistinct lyrics)

♪

Think I'm gonna go smoke a cigarette.

(indistinct chatter)

Do you see me?

Do I even exist to you?

Uh...

Yeah.

Yeah, it's just-- it's, like, confusing.

What is confusing?

I wanna see you, I do.

I...

I just...

I don't even know if I can be in my own body right now.

Are all your songs about me?

No.

They're about me.

Hey, uh,

they, uh, they called your name.

Oh, well, I don't-- I don't think I'm gonna read.

-Hey, Archie. -Hi, Chevy.

Look, whatever you read

is gonna be just another little part

of everyone's meaningless lives.

But for you, this could be a really big part.

Look, I think--

I think whether you read at this loft party

is, like, a defining moment.

Hey, I have, like, one beer at my house.

Um...

Yeah.

I think I'm gonna leave, okay?

Thank you so much for coming with me.

Have a good night.

Wait!

Wazzup?

(indistinct chatter)

Ow! I mean the word overrated is overrated.

I guess.

Hey, Jesse!

-Yo. -What's up roomie?

Yo, yo, yo.

I didn't know you guys were roommates.

Yeah, yeah, when Chevy brings girls over,

I sleep in the van.

How's the puzzle going?

It's going good.

It looks good.

So, we want, like, the purple ones up here.

Hey, Chevy, are we having a beer?

Yeah.

-Cool. -Now?

-Yeah. -Yeah, yeah.

Bye, Jesse.

Bye.

Whoa.

(bags rustling)

What happened here?

Fucking Jesse found a bedbug

when he came back from his Grindr date.

Huh, it's good that he's on that.

For sure, it's really good.

Anyways, we're supposed to put all our shit into bags

to smother the bugs.

Whoa, oh!

Do you have bedbugs?

Trust me, I don't.

"All bedbugs mate by traumatic insemination.

Female bedbugs possess a reproductive tract

that functions during oviposition,

but the male does not use this tract

for sperm insemination.

Instead, the male pierces the female's abdomen

with his hypodermic penis

and ejaculates into the body cavity."

(beads rattle)

(heavy breathing)

(Grace gasps)

(Chevy grunting)

Just--just one second.

Okay.

(fapping sounds)

Huh.

And there it goes.

(laughing)

Why are you laughing?

I'm s--I'm sorry.

My--my dick just won't get hard for you.

Maybe next time.

Maybe next time?

You should go down on me and make me cum.

Make yourself cum.

(soft music)

♪

(door creaks open and closed)

Stupid fucking shoe.

♪

Fucking fuck this fucking place!

♪

Fuck!

-(shoe clatters) -(Grace sighs)

Oh, my God, Grace, go to fucking sleep!

♪

First new message.

Hey, Grace.

I wanted to let you know

that we will not be moving forward

with your edition of Jagged Little Pill.

Your lack of communication made it very frustrating

for me to work with you as an editor.

I'm gonna forward you an email from our lawyers

terminating your contract

and you'll need to pay back our advance.

Thank you.

(sniffling)

(sobbing)

Grace, what's wrong?

It's 3:00 a.m. right now.

I fucking wasted my summer on a fucking idiot!

I told you he was the worst guy in Montreal.

(Grace weeps)

(In French) You ok, Grace?

Hey, he came to my DJ night, okay?

He's the only one who came.

Oh, shit.

How'd it go?

Grace, you treat people like shit.

You've eaten my groceries

and borrowed my clothes without asking.

(In French) You don't know me.

We're not friends.

How can you say that?

What part of Quebec am I from, Grace?

Jean de la Rivière.

No.

(In French) There you go!

(In French) You only talk to me so you can talk about yourself.

-I don't understand. -I know you didn't understand.

Hey, you owe me two months of rent!

If I don't get your half by next week,

all this dirty ass shit is going on Saint Urbain.

Wait, what? What?

(In French) Are you coming to bed?

(In French) Yes, I'm ready for bed! I'm so relaxed!

(In French) I feel very calm after talking to Grace!

(In French) Thanks, Grace, that was very fun!

-(birds chirping) -(insects chirring)

Sorry, we can go soon.

I'm just--I'm--

I'm looking for my Strokes t-shirt.

Oh, is this it?

No, no, no, don't touch that.

Oh.

Wow.

A dolphin.

(Grace laughs dryly)

Yeah, I got it at work.

Right, you reviewed it for the column.

What'd you give it?

Um, five stars.

Yep, can I, um, can I get it back?

-Wait. -Okay.

What does the dolphin do?

Well, it is, um...

like a rabbit-style vibrator,

so, you, like, um,

insert it, obviously,

and, um, the switch makes the--

yeah, the penis part go faster

and, um, rotates the weird beads.

(Grace laughs)

Oh, and you can also control the dolphin

for, like, the, um, the clitoris.

I, um...

have oral herpes,

that's why I'm celibate.

Oh, okay.

Um, how did-- how did you get it?

Um...

Uh...

Yeah,

Dated this French girl at Concordia.

She cheated on me.

And six months later, I went on OkCupid

and hooked up with this girl who gave me oral herpes

right before she went to Amsterdam.

I was like...

"Hey, thanks for giving me herpes.

Enjoy Anne Frank's house."

(chuckles)

(vibrator whirring)

Please don't make fun of me.

I'm not gonna make fun of you.

I think having oral herpes is, like, very punk rock.

Okay! I find it very hard to communicate,

like, genuine thoughts and emotions,

but, um,

I think I might have...

feelings?

We have fake conversations.

Um, I'll be at the grocery store

wondering what your favorite melon is.

Yeah, that's a legitimate thought I had recently.

Or--or I'll--I'll picture us at an all-inclusive resort

with our kids going like, "Hey, go to the play center.

Mommy and Daddy need their alone time."

And then, we'll drink daiquiris

and--and I'll, like, rub suntan lotion

into your beautiful freckled shoulders

and I will feel just so fucking alive.

(deep inhale)

(exhaling)

(soft music)

Cantaloupe.

♪

What?

My favorite melon is a cantaloupe.

♪

That's a sick melon.

♪

I--I--I don't think that I can date two guys

in the same band.

Things with Chevy are just like...

♪

(exhaling)

♪

Chevy called you a cum dumpster.

What?

The loft party you didn't read at,

he called you a cum dumpster.

I'm sorry, I shouldn't have repeated that.

It's like some gross shit people in Alberta say.

Archie, just get the fuck out of my room!

Okay, sorry!

Ugh.

Archie, wait.

Um...

I need my vibrator back.

Okay.

(guitar music)

♪

(humming)

♪

♪ I traveled across my emotions

to find out what's right ♪

♪

♪ I stared in your eyes... ♪

Hey, it's my little French girl!

♪ And I started to cry ♪

♪

♪ It's never a choice

when the light in your life starts to die ♪

So, who's the next birthday in the family?

It's me!

Happy 49, Mom.

Shh, I'm 42 U.S.

♪ ...to the person... ♪

Thank you.

♪ ...in my eyes ♪

♪

Why's the pool green?

♪ You saw in my eyes ♪

♪

♪ Remind me, oh, baby ♪♪

I really appreciate the catering work,

but I have, like, a negative bank balance of $1,200,

and I have to pay back my advance,

and I have to pay my roommate back

for two months of rent.

She said she's gonna throw my stuff out on the street.

And I feel bad for you, honey,

but your father and I have to save money right now

for the D-I-V-O-R-C-E.

Mom, you don't have to whisper, okay?

He's in the basement.

(sighing)

Make that pig pay you the $4,000 he owes you.

Go to the Merge office.

Your father can drive you to the GO station.

(clicking)

(clicking)

(sobbing)

Do you want a rock?

Sure.

Here.

Thanks.

Mission of Burma, Interpol, fucking Primus, right?

-Gang of Four, Ween. -Yeah.

-Ween, fucking Ween. -Right?

You don't get Ween without Pere Ubu.

Pere Ubu sucks.

Whoa.

Is that Grace fucking Pine?

Yeah, hi, Grace, uh...

To what do we owe the pleasure?

I need to talk to you.

Uh, yeah, well, we're just-- we're kind of

about to do a meeting in, like, less than ten--

I need to talk to you right now.

Yeah, okay. Uh, okay.

Uh, uh, we'll talk in my office.

Pere Ubu does kind of suck.

I feel like they're one of those bands

that's better live.

How's it going?

I thought we already processed your invoice.

Well, you didn't.

Yeah, pretty sure we did.

No, you didn't.

Okay.

Um...

Hey, how's working with Phoebe?

Well, um, I...

I--I couldn't...

I couldn't write the book.

Yeah.

I--I really hope that you're not telling people

that you, like, got me a book deal or something

'cause, like, you're not my mentor or my friend.

And, um, actually, you, like, kind of exploited me

and then you treated me like a piece of shit.

Well, no, I think

I'm pretty sure that you would acknowledge a piece of shit

before you flushed it down the toilet.

Oh, that's a pretty indulgent metaphor, Grace.

Can we find something else to say there?

Did you think it was hot,

like, you fucking me on your desk at my job?

Like, I have cum in my hair in the meeting?

Like, being treated like an absolute joke?

And you know what the worst part is?

Why the fuck are you still wearing bootcut jeans?

Uh...

I need my check,

and I need you to reinstate my author page on the website.

I wrote 400 articles

and some of them have got to be worth something.

I'm talented.

I'm going to continue to write.

And I'm gonna be very successful without you.

Uh, okay.

Uh...

I thought...

I thought this was the kink.

I thought it was hot for you.

You're the one who called me crying,

begging me to reconsider when I ended it.

Well, I don't think that I did like it.

Okay, okay.

(sighing)

I'm sorry it's taken me so long to process your invoice.

Uh...

And I'm sorry about the other thing too.

(door opening and closing)

(soft music)

♪

(mellow music)

♪

(cellphone chimes)

♪

(laughing)

Oh, yeah, Bone Patrol.

I read about these guys in the Montreal Mirror.

That was a neat series.

Totally bipolar.

(upbeat music)

♪ How could someone like me scare someone like you ♪

♪ When you got that look in the whole world I can do ♪

♪ Why do I have to prove that daddy loves you ♪

♪ It's got me feeling like Mozart's sister ♪

♪ Ah ♪

♪ Mozart's sister ♪

Oh, my God.

♪ Ah ♪

Thank you for this.

This is--this is not an excuse, um,

but you are, um, very cool and beautiful.

So, I didn't know why you'd wanna be my friend.

Well, you know, I feel weird and awkward

all the time, right?

But you know about, like, deep house,

and when you put your hair up in a bun,

it, like, looks like that.

Yeah, that's because I don't wash my hair.

I'm fucking depressed.

If it's okay, I think, um, I would like to learn

how to be like, um, like, actual friends.

♪

Oui.

(In French) I forgive you.

We can be actual friends.

(laughing)

♪ ...second sex famously ♪♪

I'm sorry.

♪ Awash sunset lies ♪

♪ In an always sorry life ♪

♪ Fuckin' ageless ♪

♪ Sexless, locationless nights ♪♪

(crowd cheering)

(mellow music)

♪

Fucking love you guys!

(cheering)

(shouting)

You ever meet someone and they scare

the shit outta you?

-Yeah! -Hell yeah!

This song's called "Slept in My Jeans."

(cheering)

(unintelligible)

(upbeat music)

♪

♪ Slept in my jeans ♪

♪

♪ Oh ♪

♪

♪ Oh ♪

♪ I slept in, I, I slept in my jeans ♪♪

(cheering)

♪

(crunching)

(mic feedback reverberating)

-Excuse me. -What the fuck?

(rimshot)

You okay?

Play something!

Um, Hugo, play some fucking shit.

Jesse, let's play in C.

(lively music)

♪

♪ Ohh ♪♪

♪

Look at all these beautiful faces.

Oh, yeah, beautiful.

(In French) I love you. I love you. I love you.

Let's go.

(electronic music)

♪

Oh!

-Oh, I hate shots. -Right?

Never wanna take one again.

What's up, publicist?

Oh.

Hi.

♪

That was a great show, right?

Yeah.

A lot of people, like, came.

♪

Archie, though,

like, what a fucking asshole.

I just wanna say...

you did a really good job

with the whole writing thing or whatever.

Um...

♪

I don't know what I want,

but I do know that I don't know.

♪

Mm, okay, okay, um...

(Chevy clearing throat)

Was that, uh, supposed to be like a--

like a romantic gesture?

What?

What are you trying to say?

Because I--I feel exhausted and hurt

and confused every time you talk to me.

Okay.

♪

Sorry, what?

Chevy...

I'm no longer into you.

Okay?

And with all due respect, fuck off.

♪

(indistinct chatter)

(mellow music)

♪

When you're a 22-year-old music critic,

who happens to be female,

you will spend a lot of time in a semi-circle,

standing on the periphery of a conversation.

This formation is common for women in the arts.

♪

Standing next to you are six bearded men in plaid shirts,

arguing about which album is better:

Hüsker Dü's Zen Arcade

or The Minutemen's Double Nickels on The Dime.

They're all pretending not to look at your boobs.

♪

You stupidly forgot

your semi-circle-camouflaging hoodie at home

and your deep V from American Apparel

is really wrecking the vibe for everyone today.

♪

Every so often there is an opening,

a rare pause where you're allowed to interject

with an enthusiastic nod or a laugh.

♪

Only once has someone asked for your opinion

and that moment made your heart feel

like a whole football field of floodlights,

slowly switching on at dusk.

♪

Validating the opinions and tastes of men

you don't agree with is how you've paid your rent

for the last five years.

It's how you've gotten boys to like you.

It's how you've gained attention from your dad

who loves Steely Dan.

♪

These days, you cultivate

the semi-circle's tastes like a secret garden,

having made your way through Infinite Jest,

Neutral Milk Hotel in concert,

and all six Star Wars movies on DVD.

♪

Because to stand outside the semi-circle

is to be unlikable, unfuckable, unemployed.

♪

It means forming your own opinions

about what matters and who knows

what those might even be, right?

♪

To be a woman who doesn't need male approval...

♪

...to live for yourself,

to know what kind of person you might want to become

without constantly worrying

about what men might think of you

seems impossible at this moment.

At least that's what you believe,

as a 22-year-old music critic, who happens to be female,

standing on the periphery of a conversation,

hoping to be let in.

(cheering, snapping)

Thank you.

(suitcase clattering)

(engine puttering)

(mellow music)

♪

Actually...

(In French) I am good. Thanks!

(suitcase wheels scraping)

♪

(grunting)

♪

(sharp exhale)

(doorbell ringing)

♪

Hi.

I missed my train.

Hmm.

It's big.

It's disgusting.

Can I--can I leave my suitcase here while I wait?

Chevy's not available?

That cum dumpster? No.

Good one.

When are you leaving?

Um, I think I'm gonna take the midnight Megabus.

Do you wanna go on an adventure?

I have the keys to the Bone Patrol van.

I get to go in the van?

(cars whooshing)

(indistinct chatter)

(hip-hop music)

♪ I woke up again this morning with the sun in my eyes ♪

♪ When Mike came over with the script surprise ♪

♪ A mafioso story with a twist ♪

♪ A "To Wong Foo, Julie Newmar" hitch ♪

♪ "Get your ass out of bed," he said,

"I'll explain it on the way" ♪

♪ But we did nothing, absolutely nothing that day ♪

♪ And I'll say ♪

♪ What the hell am I doing drinking in L.A.

at 26 ♪

♪ With my mind on my money and my money on my mind ♪

-♪ Beer, beer ♪ -♪ I know that life

is for the taking ♪

♪ So I better wise up and take it... ♪

All right, cross it off.

♪ Yeah, one more time at Trader Vic's ♪

♪

(clicking)

♪

♪ L.A. ♪

♪

♪ L.A. ♪

♪

♪ L.A. ♪♪

You know, Toronto's gonna be exactly the same,

except with no French people.

Yeah.

So, stay.

Learn French.

Yeah, I think I have a few things to figure out

in Toronto first.

Hmm.

Okay, new term:

"Moving to Toronto."

It's when you get your shit together.

Like, when I got my vape,

I really moved my weed to Toronto.

(crackling)

(inhales)

(exhales)

(thunder rumbling)

Okay, this is my favorite song.

(rain pattering)

(CD player whirring)

(mellow music)

♪

♪ Look, you think I'm unglued ♪

♪ I'm just studying you ♪

♪ You fold up all over town ♪

♪ Stereo-mindset sucking you down ♪

♪ You're dressed up, look what you've said ♪

♪ But left your insides at home ♪

Are you sure?

♪ Hit me with your smile again ♪

You might get oral herpes.

♪ Hit me with your smile again ♪

♪

♪ Disappear beneath the day ♪

♪ Oh, no, it's still the same ♪

♪ You make it hard to breathe ♪

♪

♪ You make it hard to breathe ♪

♪

♪ You miss everything ♪

♪ That's in your way ♪

♪

♪ You miss everything ♪

♪ That's good for you ♪

♪ It kinda gets me down ♪

♪

♪ It kinda gets me down ♪

♪

♪ It kinda gets me down ♪

♪

Oh, my God!

♪

♪ Look, you think I'm unglued ♪

♪ I'm still studying you ♪

♪ You fold up all over town ♪

♪ Stereo-mindset sucking you down ♪♪

♪

One, two, one, two, three, four.

(funky music)

♪

♪ I'm again high ♪

♪ Taste it out again ♪

♪ Falling out the rain ♪

♪ I'm stuck in the sky ♪

♪ Tell me that I'm awake ♪

♪ Got me falling again ♪

♪ Oh, they see me under pressure ♪

♪ Neither it's so easy to give ♪

♪ Calling out my lover ♪

♪ Forever ♪

♪ I won't catch back to you ♪

♪ Who are you calling early in the morning ♪

♪ I keep falling for it ♪

♪ Nothing else is wanted ♪

♪ Say hi to me baby ♪

♪ I could be your lady ♪

♪ I'll be sure to sort it when I get home ♪

♪

♪ Touch a gray form ♪

(indistinct lyrics)

♪ I play again ♪

♪ Now that I break hearts ♪

♪ Down on your knees ♪

♪ You so on me ♪

♪ Who listens to be... ♪

♪ I'm never saying ♪

♪ Don't bring me in ♪

♪ Don't bring me in ♪

♪ See all I can be now ♪

♪ I'll let you again ♪

(indistinct lyrics)

♪ Who are you calling ♪

♪ All in early morning ♪

♪ I keep falling for it ♪

♪ Nothing else is wanted ♪

♪ Say hi to me baby ♪

♪ I could be your lady ♪

♪ I'll be sure to sort it when I get home ♪

♪ Who are you calling? ♪

♪ All in early morning ♪

♪ I keep falling for it ♪

♪ Nothing else is wanted ♪

♪ Say hi to me baby ♪

♪ I could be your lady ♪

♪ I'll be sure to sort it when I get home ♪♪

♪

(mellow music)

♪

♪ I think I should stop ♪

♪

♪ Connecting the dots ♪

♪

♪ You know I get that a lot ♪

♪

♪ Advancing the plot lines, not ♪

♪ I'm caught like a moth ♪

♪ Attracted to loss ♪

♪ The wax is still soft ♪

♪ My wings burning off ♪

♪ A single look ♪

♪ Is always so lonely ♪

♪ Ambiguous sometimes ♪

♪ La-la-la-la laundry ♪

♪ Awash sunset lies ♪

♪ In an always sorry life ♪

♪ Fucking ageless ♪

♪ Sexless, locationless nights ♪

♪

♪ Locationless nights ♪

♪

♪ Awash sunset lies ♪

♪ In an always sorry life ♪

♪ Fucking ageless ♪

♪ Sexless, locationless nights ♪♪

♪

(crackling, wind howling)

(crackling, clattering)