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(gentle music)

(containers rustling)

(cupboard thudding) (utensils clanging)

(cupboard thudding) (objects clattering)

(food rustling)

(plate clanging)

(food rustling)

(plate clanging)

(gentle music)

(plate clanging)

(cupboard thudding) (Lisa clearing her throat)

(wine glass clinking on counter)

(wine sloshing)

(glass clinking on counter)

(wine bottle thudding on counter)

(Lisa sighing)

(gentle music)

(plates rustling)

- [Ella] No! - Ow, shit.

- No, he didn�t mean it! He didn�t mean it! (upbeat music)

Mom?

Mom? (Ella crying, gasping)

- What?

- You're having a bad dream. In German.

- I am?

- Yes my wife.

- You are an asshole.

- I'm saying that I just need something to do on the fight.

- Of course, um, there's a news store up ahead.

And then can you go sit with Dad for just a couple minutes?

I'll be right there, okay? - Oh, okay.

(announcer speaking indistinctly)

Tano?

- Sarah!

Wow.

- (chuckles) I thought it was you, but I wasn't sure.

W- what are you, what are you doing here?

- Well, (stutters) I... W-waiting for a plane,

obviously. - Yeah.

(both laughing)

- How are you?

- Um, I... You look... (claps)

I'm sorry. I'm sorry.

Um, it's just...

It's been a long time.

- I guess it has.

- You guess?

(chuckles) It's 15 years.

- 16 actually. Next month.

- Darling, (chuckles) I found the best presents for Gia.

- Nisha?

- Sarah.

[Tano exhales]

- So you two...

Okay. (Tano clears throat)

Still?

Wow, that's-

- Shocking apparently for some reason?

- Mom? Mom?

Dad's going through the security line. We've gotta go.

- Okay. Um, I'll be right there.

Right there.

Go ahead.

(bag rustles)

It was good to see you, Tano.

Nisha.

Be well. I guess.

- Take care.

(footsteps thudding)

- Really? You�re just going to pretend that was nothing?

- That was nothing. She just came up out of the blue.

What?

(chuckles) You think I'm seeing her on the side?

- No, that was me.

- Nisha.

- It would've been nice, though

if you hadn't sat there letting her make me feel

like it's still the case after 15 years.

- And why do you feel like that?

She's married. She has a kid.

- Can you possibly be so obtuse?

- I didn't ask her to come over here.

And it's been 16 years, not 15.

- Oh, thank you, darling.

I feel infinitely better now. (sighs)

(Tano sighs)

(Lisa sighs)

- Don't touch my coats, eh?

I have them how I want them.

- Yeah. Annoying me.

- Oh, honey, are you bored?

We could play the license plate game.

- What?

- What?

You used to love that game.

- No, that was Dino, Mom.

I hated car games. And I'm 50.

- You're in a mood.

- No, I'm not.

- [Aldo] Call him.

- Who?

- Dino. He never called me back.

- Well maybe he's busy.

- Call him!

- Don't yell at her!

- Oh, why not? He yells, you yell.

I'm the trash bin for everyone's nasty feelings.

- Mm. (phone ringing)

- It's ringing.

- I can't take it, I'm driving.

- [Ella] It's the machine.

- Leave a message.

- Dino, it's Mom.

Please call your father back

before I have to have him committed.

(cell phone clacks)

- Are we gonna make it to an exit anytime soon?

- Baker in about half-hour.

- We don't exit in Baker, we exit in Barstow.

- That's 90 miles.

- Baker's a shit-hole. We don't stop there.

- But she has to... No. Mom, it's fine.

- No, it's not fine. He's rude.

- Mm. Go back to sleep. You woke up crazy.

- Oh, I have to be crazy (cell phone chimes)

to stay married to you for 50 years.

- [Aldo] Well why the hell doesn't he call me back?

- [Ella] He's busy. They're all busy, Aldo.

- [Aldo] They're not busy.

They're all on the damn computer all day.

- [Ella] I know.

(gentle bright music) (engines revving)

- They get to 20 years. (people chattering)

(person chuckling) He bought it, right?

- No, I got it. - It's gone too far.

- Well, 'cause it was way too far the other way.

- What happens to romance?

- In the wind.

- Okay, flirting is out.

- Yeah.

- We've banned the chase.

- Totally. - Forget about

spontaneous passion.

How can the human race survive?

- Hopefully without men pulling their dicks out

and jumping all over girls.

- Oh my god. See, there's no middle ground anymore.

- Exactly. - It's all or nothing.

(glass clanging) - Uh, guys, guys,

can I say something?

- For just the guys only, or can the women hear too?

- Ah, good one. - Oh.

Claire! - Good one.

- Yeah! - Good one, Claire.

- Go, Claire. #MeHearToo.

- Yep. - See? You are the problem.

- She clinked me. - Okay, okay, okay.

People, folks.

First off, Matt, Beth, thank you for hosting.

- Wait until you get the bill.

(Bill clears throat) - Bill. (group laughing)

It's... - No, wait, wait. Let me finish.

It has been a great weekend and a perfect celebration.

And to my wife, Lisa.

The way you live,

the way you love, is boundless and brave.

You make everything seem possible,

and everyone better for knowing you.

You are the light of my life.

I love you so much.

Happy birthday!

- Happy birthday. - Happy birthday.

- Happy birthday.

- Well said. - Why can't you say things like that to me?

(napkin clattering on table) - You look more (indistinct).

- Excuse me.

(door thuds)

- Okay, stop. No.

- Good stuff. - I just said...

He watches way too much reality TV.

- Lisa?

(Lisa grunts) What the fuck?

- What the fuck is right.

What the hell was that?

- A toast. - For who?

'Cause it sure as hell wasn't for me.

- Jesus.

Look, how much have you had to drink?

- Oh no. Um-um.

Don't make this...

No!

Don't make this about that.

- All right. What's it about then?

- "The light of my life,

who makes everything seem possible"?

You have been telling me every day for the last year

how miserable you are.

And you didn't even wanna come this weekend.

To my birthday party!

- I know.

But I did.

And I'm so glad I did.

It's helped me realize we need to start living our lives.

- We are living our lives.

- No. No. (chuckles)

I mean, in a way that makes us happy.

- You've been saying that for 20 years.

I'm 50 years old.

50.

And I do not want to wait to be happy.

I don't wanna plan for it, and I don't wanna pretend.

I wanna be happy right now.

- Lisa? (footsteps thudding, door opening) (upbeat music)

Lisa, come on. (people chattering)

(door closing)

(Bill sighing)

(gentle upbeat music)

(metal rock music)

(Marco scatting)

(object clattering) (Marco screaming)

- Jesus! - Oh my god!

Ah! What?

- Shit! - What?

- Raffi, you scared me! (panting)

- Sorry.

Geez, I'm sorry.

- It's okay. Okay.

Fuck. What are you, what are you doing here?

- Cleaning.

Today my day to-

- It's Christmas Eve.

Go home. Be with your family.

- My family's, my family's not here.

All in my country. - Oh.

I'm, I'm sorry. I, I didn't know.

- Yeah. My wife and my sons, they cannot come.

- Yeah. - For immigration.

- Yeah. It's real messed up right now.

- Yeah. - I'm sorry.

It's gotta be tough to be here all alone.

- It's okay. I mean, we speak through the FaceTime.

- Still.

- You want a glass of wine?

- Oh, no, no, no. I shouldn't be drinking at work.

- It's Christmas.

Have a glass of wine with me.

- (chuckles) Okay. Yes.

- Have a seat. - Thank you.

(wine sloshing)

(wine bottle thudding on counter)

(Raffi chuckles) - Cheers.

Merry Christmas. (glasses clanging)

- Merry Christmas.

- Oh.

So, my dad,

uh, when he came over from Italy,

he was alone for the first year.

Says it was so hard that he almost went back.

- Yeah, but he stayed. (rolling pin rustling)

Yes? - He did.

He made a good life for himself.

- That, that's my dream too.

- To your dream coming true.

(glasses clanging) (Raffi chuckles)

(hand rustling)

- So you're making the ravioli for Christmas?

- Christmas Eve. Italian tradition.

- And you're having a big dinner.

- Well, uh, not people-wise, no. Just family.

But food-wise, yeah. Lots of food.

(hand thudding on counter) You know what?

You should come to dinner.

- (chuckles) No, it's, it's too much-

- Come on. You meet my family,

you have a nice little meal...

Have a little Christmas.

- Yes.

Okay. (chuckles) I come.

- Yes? - Yeah. Wow, I come.

(glasses clanging) (both laughing)

And-oh my god,

I'm gonna help you to make the ravioli and, uh...

Symphonia! Turn music on!

(metal rock music) (Raffi scatting)

(hand hitting the counter)

(metal rock music continues)

(gentle music) (Lisa deeply breathes)

- Oh, how long have I been asleep? (cell phone chiming)

- About a half-hour.

- I'm making great time. - Mm. (Ella chuckling)

- [Ella] I told you he was a good driver.

- [Ella and Aldo] ? Sleep in heavenly peace ?

? Sleep in heavenly peace ?

- That was great guys. (Aldo laughs)

Andy Williams would be so proud.

- [Aldo] What? (chuckles) You know Andy Williams?

- Yeah, I do.

I grew up listening to him in the backseat of your car.

- I've always loved Andy Williams.

Such a beautiful voice,

and such a nice man.

- (chuckling) Nice my ass.

He married the French woman who killed her lover.

- That was after they divorced.

- [Aldo] He had an affair with Ethel Kennedy.

- [Ella] Oh for God's sake.

- What, what, what? - There we go.

? (love ballad musical intro) ?

? Come away with me ?

? We can share a dream ?

? Let's go out and see a world we've never seen ?

? The road may be long ?

? And wind may blow cold ?

? But somewhere I know ?

? There's a street paved in gold ?

? Together ?

? We'll make it, you and I ?

? Together we'll spread our wings and touch the sky ?

? Together we'll go wild ?

? Dreamers are born to fly ?

? Ooh ?

- Why must you always ruin everything for me? (orchestral music)

- I ruin nothing.

- Oh, who cares? They're all dead now anyway.

- [Aldo] Do you have more apples?

- [Ella] I do.

- [Aldo] Can I have a few?

- [Ella] Can you say "please"?

- What? - Please.

- [Aldo] Come on. Come on.

- [Ella] No, not until you say "please."

- [Aldo] Please, please, please.

Give me the damn apple.

- [Marco] That is generous.

- [Raffi] Yeah. In my country, we are generous.

- [Marco] (chuckles) You gotta...

And pops right out.

- [Raffi] They will appreciate this.

- They will? Okay. - Yeah. I'm sure they will.

(Raffi chuckles)

(upbeat rock music)

- What the fuck?

- Everything okay, boss?

- Yeah. Yeah.

Uh, you don't have to call me boss though, okay?

It-it's just Marco.

(cell phone ringing)

- "Marcrondo"!

- Are you drunk? - I wish. What's up?

- You're having fantasies about me?

- What? - Is that Marco?

- Your text and a heart emoji?

What the hell is wrong with you?

- I wanna talk to him.

- No, that was Bill.

- What? No, I want to talk to him.

- It's Bill.

- What are you talking... You sent it to me.

- Shit.

Uh, I gotta go, Marco.

- I want to talk to him.

- Marco? I thought you were talking to Bill.

- Give me the goddamn phone. - No, I'm using it.

- [Aldo] Goddammit! I want to talk to him!

- [Ella] So call him on your phone.

- Oh god. - He was just on her phone.

- [Ella] Stop yelling.

(orchestral music builds)

Fuck.

(cell phone thumps) Fuck! Fuck!

Fuck! Fuck!

Fuck! Fuck!

Fuck! Fuck! - Lisa, stop swearing.

You sound like your father.

- I need to get out of the car.

- What? - What? Where?

- (panting) I j-just...

I need to get out of the car!

- Well, wait, we�re in the middle of the desert.

- Are you sick? I have saltine crackers.

- I don't want crackers!

I need to get out of the car and back in my life!

My life!

- Well go back to your life. No one asked you to come.

- Oh, be quiet. Something's obviously wrong with her.

- Yes. She's out of her goddamn mind.

- Oh!

(coats rustling)

(phone ringing)

- [Bill] I said don't call.

- I know, but, but that, but that text,

it's not what you think.

I just wanna explain.

- All right.

Fine. Explain.

- I, I actually can't right now.

I'm under a pile of coats in the backseat,

and I, I'm, I'm running out of oxygen.

- Hiding under coats?

Are you kidding me? - No, but please, Bill-

- You're not 12, you're 50.

Just tell your parents.

- [Lisa] Bill, look just-

- You're texting some guy

about wanting to see him tonight, Lisa.

It's time.

- Bill?

(Lisa sighs)

(Lisa gasps) (coat rustling)

(panting) Bill and I are separated.

He moved out in November.

And I didn't get tenure.

I was up for it, but I didn't get it, so I left my job.

- Bill left you?

- They fired you?

- I didn't say that.

- Did I tell you something was wrong with her?

- Yes. So what? - So I was right. That's what.

- Shit.

- (chuckles) I can't believe your dad did that. (laughs)

- Yeah, yeah.

He's... He's just-(laughing)

- He's not demure, I'll say that.

(cell phone ringing)

Oh, hold on.

Oh! (cell phone ringing)

Hey!

- Hey, you didn't answer me. Who's Raffi?

- Uh, he works for me. He's a great guy.

- You wanna bring someone from work home

to be with your parents?

- His family is out of the country, can't come in,

and he's all alone.

- And you want him to realize that's a good thing?

- It'll be fine, okay?

My parents are gonna love him.

Stop worrying.

- Okay.

- I'm on my way home.

I love-(cell phone clicks)

- Darling, Larry's getting married. (chuckles) (upbeat cheerful music)

- That's great.

So does this mean we're on speaking terms again?

- We were never not on speaking terms.

I simply didn't feel like speaking.

- Oh. Good to know.

- Oh, by the way, Mira's en route to LA.

- What?

- She had a row with her dad.

Refuses to spend Christmas there,

so I told her to come be with us.

- Great.

- If it's a problem, she and I can always-

- No, no, it's perfect. Why not?

My parents and your daughter.

Merry fucking Christmas to me.

(upbeat cheerful music)

(paper rustling)

(laptop thumping) - I can't do this anymore.

- Then go to bed.

You can start fresh tomorrow. - No, I mean, us.

Like this, I just can't.

- Yeah, I know. Me either.

(gentle dramatic music)

- I think we need to, uh, start over.

(gentle music)

- I'm really glad to hear you say that.

- Yeah.

- I'll, I'll call David... I mean, there's gotta be

a therapist... and maybe I can stay-

- What?

(gentle music)

- You just now said start over.

- Well, and to you that's mo-moving out?

- Well, the way you said it-

- Oh, okay. So it's my fault?

- Oh, no, no. Goddammit!

I, I just...

I don't wanna argue with you anymore. About anything.

We need a break.

- Oh.

- We're just not good for each other right now.

- Were we ever?

- That is not fair.

(gentle dramatic music)

- Nothing, (cries) nothing's fair here, Bill.

Nothing. Not one thing.

(gentle dramatic music)

- All right, look. (sighs)

You wanna go to therapy, we'll go.

But in the meantime,

I think putting a little space between us

is, is a good thing.

It's not like we have kids to worry about.

- Nope. We do not have kids.

Maybe we should have.

- Don't.

(gentle dramatic music)

- God, I love you.

- I love you too.

(both sighing)

- Let's not tell our parents about this though, okay?

(dramatic orchestral music)

- Honey, don't worry. You're going to be fine.

- Screw them. You're better than all those assholes.

- [Ella] You can come live with us for awhile.

- [Aldo] I pay you twice what you make teaching.

- [Ella] And you wouldn't even have to pay rent.

(Aldo chuckles) This could be a good thing.

- [Aldo] It's a win-win.

(Lisa screaming)

(Lisa screaming)

(upbeat music)

? Oh no, not this again ?

? This begins this is my end ?

? Live behind these walls ?

? And build them not to fall ?

? Thin cracks in the cement ?

? Little pieces crumble in ?

? The fact that I don't know ?

? Tells all I need to know ?

? I hear the music ?

? And your voice are saying in your eyes ?

? It's a feeling that I feel that I can't even describe ?

? So play me like a symphony ?

? Play me til your fingers bleed ?

? Sculpt me like a masterpiece ?

? You ruin me ?

? You ruin me ?

? Build me just to break you down ?

? The end of me starts right now ?

? Pieces of me falling now ?

? 'Cause you ruin me ?

? You ruin me ?

? I keep my head intact ?

? 'Cause my heart's lost in my chest ?

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