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What?

- How can you wear that suit?

- Will you jump in the ocean

with me after dinner?

- No. You go right ahead.

The guy at the desk said there could be riptides.

- Come on.

I'll protect you.

- Are you high?

- A wee bit.

- Garrett, seriously?

You brought pot to Mexico,

across the border?

You're insane.

- I've got something for you.

- Oh.

- 30 years.

- Oh.

- Viva Mexico!

- Sí. Viva Mexico.

- Still here for us after all these years.

- Cheers.

Oh, honey. Sit down.

- Vamanos, mujer.

Let's dance.

Come on.

The band's playing, there's guacamole in the air, Tequila

on my tongue.

Come on.

Garrett?

Garrett.

- Can you believe we're finally here?

- It's beautiful.

You built a beautiful house.

- I built it for you.

- Thanks so much for listening

today on KCRW.

It's gonna be a hot one in downtown Los Angeles.

Might be a good day to slip out to the beach and cool off.

That's what I'm gonna do.

For the weekend, the national weather service is

issuing a high...

- Morning.

Mom, why is Roger always swimming in your pool?

- Because he's a neighbor and a friend and why shouldn't he?

- Maybe he should pay the pool boy.

He's the only one that uses it.

- Well, somebody should enjoy it.

I heard you on the phone all night.

Was that Josh?

- Mm-hmm.

- Oh.

- I'm going home today.

- What?!

Back to Seattle?

What about our weekend?

Oh, honey.

You're obsessed.

I don't want you to lose yourself in this.

Honey, you put so much into these relationships.

I just don't want to see you get hurt is all.

- Well, do you think that's avoidable?

- No.

No, it isn't.

- Hey.

- Do you ever go there anymore... the museum?

- Oh.

No.

Not since your father.

- You used to practically live there.

- Mm.

Well, I don't like to look back.

- ... to the South, and there's a new exhibition opening this

week at the Los Angeles county museum of art, going back in

time over the last two millennia and exploring the

roots of sculptural representation...

Mm.

Hello?

Uh... no. He's not.

I'm... Let me interrupt you.

Excuse me.

He... he's dead.

He died five years ago.

That... that's all right.

Yes, you can take him off your list.

Thanks.

- Oh, God, there's nothing like

the smell of fresh bread, is there?

I'm so glad I hired you.

Nikki, you have really put some life into this place.

- Thanks. It's what I do.

- It's been on the market 18 months.

I had to drop the price three times.

- Well, you know what?

I'm not surprised.

It was like a mausoleum when I got in here.

I kept expecting to see Norma Desmond grieving over her

dead chimp.

Looks good.

Flowers.

Nice.

Uh, that goes up in the master, please.

Oh, good.

- It's four bedrooms.

There's a really huge...

-... elementary schools.

Talk to them.

And you've seen the list of...

- Hmm.

- In pursuit of the past?

- What?

Oh.

- Special exhibition or regular collection?

- Uh, just regular collection, please.

- Are you a member?

- Uh, no. Not anymore.

Oh.

- I love going here with you.

- Here we are.

- Went to the cemetery today.

- Oh.

- Have you been lately?

I mean, wait till you see it.

You know that... that lawn... That big, open field that used

to be there?

They've swallowed it up.

It's just all headstones and benches and mausoleums... the

whole shebang.

I mean, they have more dead than they know what to do with them.

- No, I don't go too often anymore.

- I get it.

You grieved enough.

- Well...

- That was always noble of you.

You did it the right way.

- I don't think so.

- Mm. I made an ass of myself.

- You did not.

- I always did the wrong things.

- There's no wrong way.

You want to hear something funny?

- Yes, please.

- I thought I saw him today.

- Who?

- Garrett.

- What do you mean? That's... - At the museum.

Looked like him, anyway.

He walked right by me... was a double.

It was... God... it was almost a perfect double.

- Oh, Christ, that must have been like...

- Oh, it was.

- Wow.

What do you think he was...

Like, a projection, or maybe you're just... you know, wishful

thinking, you know?

- No. I didn't make him up.

- Oh, no.

I didn't mean that.

I mean, it's just that, you know, you saw someone who looks

similar and you... you... - No.

No. It was... it was incredible.

- Well, you know what they say.

We all have a double somewhere in the world.

- That's right.

- Wow.

I have to look through shoe boxes of old photos just to

remember what Susan looked like.

- Oh, you do not.

- Well, she's a bit chalky.

- Oh... that's so sad.

So, maybe this guy's your type.

Or do you have a type?

- No.

I mean, yes... Garrett.

- Hmm.

What are you gonna do?

- Do?

- Yeah.

- What do you mean?

I'm not gonna do anything.

- Really?

Are you gonna try and see him again?

You know...

- To say what?

"Excuse me, sir.

You happen to be a double for my dead husband.

Can I buy you a drink?"

Yeah, yeah. That's right.

It's a little creepy.

- No.

I have to say it was nice.

It was just nice, for a moment, seeing him today, believing

Garrett was still around.

It just felt like it used to.

It felt like being alive again.

- Good morning, Nikki.

- Morning, Antonio.

Oop.

- Hello!

Uh, excuse me!

Excuse me!

Oh, whoo-hoo!

- Um, excuse me.

Do you know where room 200 is?

- Uh, excuse me.

May I help you?

- Hi.

Hello.

- Hi.

Wh-what can I do for you?

- I, uh, was interested in the class.

- Oh, I'm sorry, but we're in the middle of a semester.

- Oh.

- Did you check with the office?

Did you check with admissions?

- You know, I-I didn't.

Well, I did.

Um, I just, um... just to find the classroom.

I-I... it was just a spur-of-the-moment kind of thing

- well, this is a college.

They're not very spontaneous.

- Right.

Yeah.

- Are you all right?

- I'm so sorry.

I just didn't... I didn't think this through.

- Well, no worries.

I mean, the next semester starts in January, in a couple months.

- No, I-I... - What?

- I... - You sure... are you okay?

- No, it's just a-an empty-nest kind of a

thing.

I-I just wanted to keep busy.

- Well, kids, huh?

They're just one long grieving process.

You know, where's my baby?

Where's my kindergartner?

Where's my little boy?

- Exactly.

Well, you know... - It's okay. It's okay.

- I... this is... - It's okay.

- I shouldn't have come.

- No, no. It's all right.

- No, no.

I... this... this isn't real.

- What?

- It's just not real.

You're not...

- Wait.

- Mm.

Mm.

- Yeah, right.

I understand.

Well, I'll see you Monday.

You're back.

- Yeah.

- Are you gonna run away on me again?

- I might.

- Understandable.

I mean, look at me.

I'm one scary dude.

- Listen, I'm sorry.

I think I was a little strange the other day.

- Yeah, you were a little emotional.

- I was.

Well, it's a strange time.

- Kid's leaving home... it's got to be strange.

- Mm.

Yeah.

- Are you married?

- Um... no.

Gone.

- Gone?

- Yeah. He left me.

- Just up and left?

Brutal.

- Yeah.

- I'm sorry.

You go on, I guess.

- I guess.

- My wife left me.

- Oh.

- 10 years ago.

Found somebody else, tells me he's the love of her life.

- Ouch.

- Right?

I mean, it's been a decade, and I still feel it.

- Wow.

Listen, I... um, do you do anything outside of school...

You know, like, uh, private students?

- What are we talking... Lessons?

- Yes.

Exactly. Lessons.

- Well, uh, I-I don't usually.

- Oh.

Um, well, listen, I-I have taken classes before.

This is... I'm not a complete amateur.

- My studio's not really set up for that.

- Oh.

- Well, wait.

You could come to my house.

Right?

Okay?

Uh, I could, uh, give you my number, uh, and I'll write it

down for you here.

Right?

And then you could, you know, think about it.

Um... I'll write my name down, and you could, you know, think

about how much you would charge, the whole bit, all right?

So, anyway, thanks.

Thanks.

Hi.

- Hi.

- Wow.

I can't believe you're here.

- Why wouldn't I be?

Come on in.

- Thanks.

Wow.

Beautiful house.

- Thank you.

- Who's the architect?

- Uh, my husband, actually.

- And the Ruscha?

So, are you the art collector?

- Uh, no.

That was him, too.

- Well, good for you.

He splits, you get the house and all the artwork.

There's some more in here if

you'd like to have a look.

- Okay.

- Come on in.

So, you'd consider yourself a Californiaartist?

- No.

No, I'm more of an all-over kind of guy.

Army brat, third generation.

- Oh.

- I signed up before they could draft me.

- Well, you made it back okay.

- Yeah, I did.

Took my time.

Kind of... kind of walked back.

- You walked back?

- Well, I caught a cargo plane to Kuala Lumpur, got on a boat

to Pondicherry, went up India to Nepal, down to karachi,

across the middle east, north Africa, spent a little

time in Morocco.

I actually lived in France for quite a while and wound up in

New York 10 years later.

- Wow.

So, you came back an artist?

- Yeah, well, I think it was more I was looking for the one

thing that would piss my father off the most.

- Mm.

I always envied that bohemian lifestyle.

I wanted to tramp around the world and, you know, drink cheap

wine, live in a loft.

- Wake up and paint?

- Yes.

Smoke Gauloises.

- So, what stopped you?

- Oh, I... fell in love.

- Tragic.

- Yeah.

Yes.

- So, what did you end up doing with yourself?

- Oh, this and that.

You know, 9 lives, 14 professions, and I stage houses

now.

- You stage houses?

- Yeah.

When people want to sell their house but they moved out and

it's empty, I-I dress it.

I-I make it seem lived-in so people can imagine themselves

living there.

- Oh.

Breathe life into the emptiness.

- Do you have everything?

- Uh, yeah.

- Okay.

Good.

- We'll call that a trial lesson.

- What do you mean?

- Well, I mean, you know, you can stop now if you want.

No charge.

Keep the steak knives.

- Yeah, that's really the nicest afternoon I've had in a

while.

- Good.

Great.

So, we'll keep going.

- Oh, please.

- I'll see you, um, Thursday.

- Great.

I look forward to it.

- All right.

Bye.

- Hi, Summer. It's mom.

Um, I just was checking in just to see, um, how you're doing.

How's Josh?

Anyway, um, we just hadn't talked in a while, and I wanted

to tell you I missed you and I love you and, um, guess what...

I-I started an art class.

I know I have no skill whatsoever, but, anyway, I just

am so excited about it.

I wanted to tell you.

So, give me a call back when you get a chance.

Bye.

Hi, Roger. It's me.

Hi.

What are you doing?

- Found this lovely gourmet shop around the corner.

I went a little crazy, but, uh...

- Roger, I invited you.

- Oh, please.

A lot of this stuff I had just lying around or just waiting for

the right occasion.

Besides, any excuse to break out the kitsch-wear.

- Very cute.

- Yeah.

It was Susan's.

Her mother bought her the complete set... shellfish butter

knives.

The stuff made her laugh.

The stuff still makes me smile.

- Wow.

I can't have anything of Garrett's around.

- Really?

- No.

I hid most of it or, you know, chucked it, boxed it up right

when I got back.

I just purged the whole house.

Just too painful.

- I like thinking about her.

- Yeah?

Roger?

- Mm-hmm?

- I think I might have found somebody.

- What do you mean?

- I met a man.

- That's terrific, Nikki.

I'm ecstatic for you.

- What? You sound mad.

- Yeah, yeah, yeah.

I-I guess I am.

I am mad.

- Why?

I've been asking you out for

years, and now I realize I'm just your neighbor.

- Roger, you were Garrett's friend.

- So what? He's dead.

Susan's dead.

- Roger, I-I'm sorry.

So, is he, uh, younger?

Some boy toy?

- He's my type.

- Mm.

Congrats.

So, you've fallen in love with somebody else.

No. I-I think I'm still very much in love with Garrett.

I-I'm more in love with him than ever.

You know what I remember most about him... I mean, about

finding him when he drowned?

There was sand on his lips... These little grains, these

little crystals.

Isn't that weird... that that's what I would remember?

- Annie, Annie, quite contrary, how your garden grows.

- With silver bells and cockle shells and one

pathetic Petunia.

What brings you this far east, Picasso?

- I was wondering if you still had any of my old painting stuff here

- 10 years later?

What's the inspiration?

New student?

- I'll have you know I graduated from students years

ago.

I-I moved on to adjunct faculty.

I saw the sign out front.

You selling the house?

- The price of cancer went up.

- Seriously?

I know. I should have told you, but... - No, no.

It's your house now.

It's just...

Where are you guys gonna go?

- I don't know.

The flats, I guess.

Someplace cheaper.

- Are you okay?

- Yeah.

Clean as a whistle.

- Good.

- You?

- Yes.

So far, so good.

- Wow.

They're beautiful.

- We could paint them, but I thought they'd be nice just to

look at.

- Our last house had them all over... that and banana trees.

God, that was a while back.

- Where was this?

- Los feliz.

- Oh, yeah?

I used to live up there.

- Yeah?

We had to move because of the big earthquake.

Remember that?

- '94. I sure do.

It was pretty scary.

- Yeah.

All the power went out.

- Yeah.

- It was early, right?

Still dark out?

I ran up to the roof and I looked up and I could see the

entire milky way.

I had run into Summer's room right when it happened.

I was so scared.

Oh, her room was just destroyed.

All of the books were on her bed, and then I remembered she

was at a sleepover.

- Who's Summer?

- My daughter.

- Oh.

- Nice pool.

- Thanks.

Are you a swimmer?

- Yeah. I like to swim.

As a matter of fact, I was going to the "Y" after this.

- Oh.

I used to love to swim.

- But not anymore?

- No, I-I don't go in the water.

I don't know.

I'm not doing something right.

I'm terrible.

- No, you're not.

- I-I can't even think how to start.

- Don't think.

Just look.

I mean, you know, painting is... It's seeing, so you just take it

in and then... pssh! ...Put it down.

Express yourself.

You don't really care about painting, do you?

Well, not really. No.

- So, I mean, wh-what are we doing here?

- Well, my husband liked art.

- But not you?

- No, I like to look at it.

- Well, maybe we could go to some galleries together.

- Oh.

I would like that.

Yeah.

- You miss him, don't you?

- No.

Not now.

You know, you actually could just swim here.

You could use the pool.

- Really?

- I'll make some lunch.

- Okay.

Boy.

- Hey!

- What?

- What are you doing?

- I was just holding my breath.

- God, you scared me.

- I'm fine.

- Okay.

- Hi.

Um, uh...

I, uh... I'd like to ask you a question.

Will you have dinner with me?

- Are you asking me on a date?

- Yeah. Dinner.

I'd...

I want to take you out on a date.

- Um, well, can I, uh... can I pick the place?

- Yeah, sure.

You have to get that?

- No, no. It's okay.

- So, yeah?

You'll... you'll go with me?

- Okay. Yes. Let's go.

- Okay, great.

I'll talk to you later.

Oh!

It's so good to see you again.

It's been such a long time!

- Yes.

- Please.

- Yes, it has. Thank you.

- I was worried about you.

Where did you go?

- Oh.

Just all over.

- Well, it's good to see you both.

- Thank you.

- I'm glad you're back.

Who does he think I am?

- I don't know.

- You've been here before?

- Well, yeah.

Not in years, though.

It's just so nice to see things haven't changed.

Hmm?

- How is your daughter?

All grown up now, yes?

- Yes.

All grown up.

So, do you know what you like?

- I like you.

- Wow.

Could you excuse me for a minute?

- What's wrong?

Something wrong?

- What are you doing?

What are you doing?

- Nikki, you in there?

- Uh, yeah.

- Did I do something wrong?

I've never had anyone react that way to a kiss before.

- No, no.

I-it's just been a while.

- I'm sure a lot's going through your mind.

We could start over.

Whatever you want to do.

- Um...

It's not you.

There's... there's just something I have to tell you.

You know what?

I'm sorry.

I just think you better take me home.

- All right.

- Look, Nikki, you've had a

life.

I've had a life.

It's selfish, but you look at me in the way that nobody ever has

before, and when I'm with you, I feel something different, and

here you are.

I don't really know you.

You don't really know me.

I guess your heart's broken...

But I don't want to let you go.

So, where does that leave us?

- Hi, Summer.

You got what you wanted.

It's over.

- What's over?

What are you talking about?

- Me and Josh... it ended.

- Oh, honey. I'm so sorry.

- But you know what?

I should give you credit 'cause you were right.

You didn't think that it was real, and... I guess that it

wasn't.

- Oh, no, I... honey...

I was just trying to protect you.

- Yeah, whatever.

Anyway, I was thinking I could come home for a while and, like,

keep you company.

- Oh, sweetie, um, I'm not so sure that's a good idea.

- I thought you would be happy

to have me home.

- Happy?

No, of course I'd be happy.

I just... it's... maybe you should just stay... you know,

work it through, face it all.

- I don't know.

I-I can't seem to get away from him, you know?

I mean, every place that I look reminds me.

And I see him constantly, everywhere, you know?

- No, I understand. I do.

I... listen, honey, I have to go, okay?

Can I call you back?

- Well, uh, yeah... you can.

Are you okay?

- No, I'm fine. I'm wonderful.

I... could I... I just need to call you back.

- Okay.

- Bye.

- You are something else.

I could take a bath in how you look at me.

- Hey.

- Hey.

- It's early.

Something must be up.

- Yeah.

- What's her name?

How did you know?

- Oh, you really have to ask me that?

- Anne, um, I think I'm out of my depth, here.

- You?

- Yeah, what does it mean when I can hardly catch my breath

whenever I'm with her?

And then I get this pain in my chest.

- Is your arm numb?

- No, it's not that kind of pain.

It's not that kind of hurt.

It's a... it's a good hurt.

I've never... I've never felt

like this before.

- Never?

I thought you were mad about me.

- Yeah.

- But not like this?

You won't hurt my feelings.

We're friends, remember?

- It's... it's just different somehow, you know?

- I'm so happy for you.

- Are you?

- Oh, are you kidding?

I've been waiting for this day for 10 years.

- Thank you.

- And... and she knows about the bum ticker?

- Why do you have to go and spoil it like that?

- You know, you're living a total fantasy.

- I'm not dying any more than you are.

I'm sorry.

That... I'm sorry.

- Don't be.

You're right.

I just thought I'd ask.

- Hi.

How are you?

- My God, it's just... it's like a museum.

How long have you been here?

- Oh, I've had this place forever, but I just... I just

moved back here, oh, 10 years ago.

Remember when a 30-year mortgage felt like a lifetime?

Well, she's all mine, free and clear.

Uh, my wife and I split up.

I left her the house.

Here we go.

- Whoa. - Nikki?

- Yeah?

- You all right?

- I'm fine.

I'm fl... I just got a little dizzy.

- You're white.

- No, no.

No, it's no big deal.

No, I-I just... I just need a minute.

- Sure.

- Uh, it's... it's just... just all this life... it's all the

years gone by.

- You sure you're okay?

- Yeah, I'm... I'm sure.

Don't... don't worry.

I'm fine.

So, what's in here?

- It's my studio.

- Wow.

I just started painting again.

- When did you stop?

- 10 years ago.

- When your wife left you?

- I lost all desire.

I just didn't have it anymore.

- Oh.

- And the funny thing was I-I didn't even want to look at art

for the longest time.

- So, you stopped going to museums?

- Yeah.

- You know, and then a couple months ago, I... who knows

why? ...Woke up in the morning, and it was... it was back... you

know, I needed it again.

- Hmm.

- And that's why I drove over to Lacma.

I spent the whole afternoon, and...

- So, what's that?

Is that new?

- That's not for today.

- What does that mean?

- It means it's not done yet.

- Oh. That's okay.

- No.

- I'd like to... - No, no, no.

I-I don't want you looking at it till it's finished.

It's a surprise.

- Well, is it me?

Is it a nude?

- You're gonna just have to

wait and see.

- Am I your muse?

- Wait and see.

Are you looking for something?

- Um, I guess where all the years went.

- Yeah.

I hate getting older.

I know I'm not supposed to say that.

- What are you supposed to say?

- That I've grown into myself,

that I... enjoy being older, wiser.

But the truth is I don't.

I mean, it's getting harder and harder to look in the mirror.

- I know.

Who is that old fart staring back at me?

Yeah. Right?

You know, sometimes I go to

bed at night, and I think, "well there goes

another one... another day..."

- Mm-hmm.

- "...another year."

And I'm not sad about it.

I'm not scared.

It's just... sobering.

You know, I catch myself walking backwards into the sunset.

- Oh, waxing sentimental.

- Yeah, I'm, you know, thinking about all the good times and bad

times.

- Yeah, I think about how happy we were.

- It's been a long time since I thought something good could

happen.

- Hmm.

Well, everything is possible now, okay?

Summer's gone. We're on our own.

- I spent my whole life looking for you.

I can't believe I found you.

- I found you, remember?

- Nikki.

I got the basil.

What else do we need?

- Nikki!

Hey, Nikki!

Nikki, wait up!

You didn't hear me?

- I'm sorry.

- You all right?

- No, I'm fine.

I'm fine.

What are you doing here?

- What do you mean, what am I doing here?

I've been coming here for years.

I mean, we used to come here together, you know?

I mean, Susan and I, you and Garrett.

- Oh, of course. That's right.

That's right.

- I've been calling you.

- Oh, you have?

- Yeah.

- Oh, I'm sorry.

- Oh, no, I'm sorry.

I just, uh... I miss you.

- Oh, I miss you, too.

- So, is the, uh... the new

friend here?

- No. No, he's not.

- No?

- No.

- Well, maybe we can grab lunch sometime.

- I would love that.

- You know, just as friends.

- Yes, yes. I would love that.

I'll... I'll call you. I promise.

- Can I... can I tell you something?

- Yeah.

- I'm sorry I made things awkward.

It's just all those years of seeing you and Garrett... what

you had... I mean, you guys lit up a room.

I just wanted a little of that for myself.

I hope you understand.

- I do. I do, Roger.

- Thanks.

- Okay.

- See you.

- Okay.

- Take care of yourself.

- Okay.

- What was that all about?

- Oh, sorry.

- You don't even introduce me?

- What? Well, that was Roger.

- Roger who?

- Oh, he... he was a friend of ours.

- You don't introduce me to him?

- I'm sorry.

He was a friend of Garrett's.

- So what? Garrett left you.

I mean, the hell with him.

I don't understand.

- Well, I'm just... I'm... I... I'm just not ready.

- Ready for what?

- I-I just am... I'm not ready to share you with everyone.

- I've always been a big fan of the besotted-Southern-writer

look.

You want me to try one on?

- Mm.

- Let's go in.

What do you think?

- Oh.

- I think I need a bow tie.

You know how to do one of these?

- Yeah.

- Mummy and I just returned

from the Hamptons.

Kit's become, gosh, such a striking creature.

Muffy gave Scotty a yacht for graduation.

- Garrett.

- Aw, Jesus.

What, are you getting back with him?

- No. He didn't leave me.

- So, you're seeing him again?

- Yes.

No.

- That's why you're hiding me?

'Cause... 'Cause... 'Cause you're back with your husband?

- No, no.

He's dead.

- He's dead?

- He died.

- Well... - I couldn't tell you.

- Why not?

You wanted me to believe that he'd just run away?

- I'm sorry.

- A-all this time?

- I planned to tell you. I did.

I just never found the right...

- You lied to me.

I mean, why would you lie about something like that?

- Because I...

- Huh?

- ... I just didn't want it to be true.

- God, that's horrible.

When did this happen? Recently?

- It was a while ago.

It was... it was years ago... Five years ago.

He drowned.

- I'm sorry.

I'm sorry.

And you're... you're still not, um...

You're still not over him?

- No.

- I'm gonna get out of this suit.

Nikki!

- All right.

- Look...

I've been married, too.

You say you love your husband.

Of course you do.

But he's dead, and I'm right here... right now.

And I love you. You.

- I've always loved you.

- Who the hell is that?

- I don't know.

- Maybe they'll go away.

- Nikki.

There's a girl down there.

- What?

- There's some girl down there.

- Where?

That's Summer.

That's my daughter.

How did you get here?

- I drove.

- Honey... from Seattle?

- Yeah.

It's nice to see you, too.

- Well... well, how long did that take you?

- Oh, like, 18 hours straight.

- Yeah, well, why did you do that?

- I don't know.

You, like, said not to come, so I thought, "something's up."

I guess I should have called.

- No, honey. - Well, you have company.

- No. It... it... you'll like him.

It's okay.

- Oh. That's weird.

- What?

- You with somebody else.

- But it's not like that.

- Well, I mean, I'm not saying... come on. Whatever.

It's been five years.

You know? I'm over it.

- No, you're not.

- How long have you been seeing this guy?

- Just a little while.

- Oh.

Does he make you forget about dad?

- No.

- What... uh, what does he do?

- He's a painter.

- Like, houses?

- No, no... art.

- Oh, wow.

Well, dad would have loved that.

What's his name?

- Wait. I-I just... I need him.

- Yeah.

- Okay? I... - Mom, I'm not mad.

- No, I just want you to understand.

- Yeah.

Mom, it's not like I want you to be alone for the rest of your

life.

- No, I know. I know.

I just... your father was the love of my life.

- Yeah.

I know.

Come on. What's his name?

Let's... let's meet him.

What's his name?

- I-I just want you to accept him, okay?

- Yes. Okay. I'm not a jerk.

What am I gonna do?

- Honey, I just got to tell you something.

- Hi.

You must be Summer.

I'm Tom.

I know. I-I know.

I just couldn't believe it when I saw him.

- Oh, my God.

Jesus Christ.

What are you doing?

- What?

- Get out. Get out of here.

- Oh, Summer.

- No! Get out of here.

- Summer.

- You're...

- Now, stop.

-... a freak.

- What? Don't say that.

- Mom, what are you doing?

What is going on?

Who are you?

- Wait.

- I'm sorry.

- What?

- Honey... - Is this for real?

Get him out of here!

- Leave him alone!

- Just stop it. - Hey!

- No, this is sick.

- Stop it!

- This is sick!

- Stop!

- No, you stop it!

- Stop it!

- Get your face out of here!

- Stop it!

- Get out!

- What are you doing?

- Get out!

- Summer, stop it!

- Please!

Mom!

- Get out of the house!

- What?!

- Get out of the house!

I want you to leave now!

- Okay, I'm going. I'm leaving.

- No, you're not.

- Mom!

- What?

I told you. I need him.

- I'll be back later.

- No, you're not coming back!

- Leave, Summer... now! Please?

- Nikki, I'm going.

- Yeah, that's right!

- Garrett, please!

- It's "Tom."

It's okay. I'll go.

Hello?

- I'm so sorry.

- What was that all about?

- Um, she's young.

She... she's having a hard time.

She misses her dad.

She sees me with another man.

- Uh-huh.

- Come with me.

- Where?

- Mexico.

I want to go to Mexico.

- What, now?

- No. No. In the morning.

We can go to the airport.

- I don't think your daughter's gonna like that too much.

- No, no. It's okay.

We'll go early, before she's awake.

Hi.

- Cab's here.

- Cab's here? Okay.

Come on in.

- Okay.

- Hey.

- How are you?

- She's asleep. I'm ready.

- Here, let me get that for you.

- Thanks.

Oh, it is so beautiful, isn't it?

The pool is amazing.

You're gonna love it.

- Please, no swimming in the ocean today, friends.

There could be a riptide.

It's very dangerous.

- Wow.

- The concierge is available at your request.

- Great.

- Gracias, señor.

Enjoy your stay.

- Oh. Oh, it's perfect.

Do you want to go fishing?

We could do that.

We could charter a boat.

Haven't you always wanted to go deep-sea fishing?

- No. Not really.

- Oh.

Well, that's okay.

We'll just hang out.

You know, sunbathe, eat, make

love.

- Did you used to come down here with your husband?

- Uh, well, the whole family, practically every year.

- That's not weird for you?

- No.

- How long since you've been down here?

- Um... oh, years.

- Since he died?

- Uh-huh.

- Did he die here?

- Uh-huh.

- Nikki...

What are we doing?

- Making new memories.

I-I love this.

I just love it here.

Can you believe it?

Mexico... it's still here for us after all these years.

You know, what I really want is some Tequila.

And then you're gonna dance with me.

- Hola, señor.

- Sí, señor?

- Dos tequilas, por favor.

- Oh, yeah?

- Something muy especial.

- Bueno.

- Gracias.

- Señor!

Your Tequila!

- Are they bringing the drinks?

- What was your husband like?

You never really told me.

- What?

We're not here to talk about him.

- He's always been this big mystery.

- Well, you don't have to be jealous.

- I'm not jealous.

Why would I be jealous?

- I don't know.

- Because he's dead.

- What are you doing?

- No, tell me about him.

I mean... you know, do I remind you of him?

- No.

- Is it my laugh? My voice?

- Wh-why are you doing this?

- Do I look like him?

Do I look like him, Nikki?

- No.

- Yeah, I do.

I look just like him.

- You have no idea what he looks like.

- It was on the wall by the bar.

- Well, it's you.

It must be you.

- Nikki!

Nikki!

Nikki.

- Let go!

- Come on.

- Let go!

- Nikki.

That was stupid.

Why did you do that?

Why did you leave me?

- Nikki.

They told you not to go in

there, Garrett!

They told you!

And... and you... and you get high, you bastard.

You bastard.

- You're right.

- You just... you could have died.

- You're right.

- You could have drowned!

- You're right. I'm sorry.

- I...

- Nikki, I'm so sorry.

- Oh, I love you so much.

Please don't leave me.

I just thought I lost you.

I thought you were gone.

- I'm here... right here.

Tom?

- Hmm.

I think that's the first time you ever said my name.

Did you ever love me?

- I do love you.

I love you, too.

Am I bad person?

- No.

No.

It's okay.

Ohh.

Hi.

- Hi.

- We need to talk.

- You think?

I mean, sometimes it's nice just

being "in like," you know?

- Why didn't you and mom ever get together?

- Oh.

No, we're better off as friends.

I give great friend.

- Yeah? - Yeah.

- Mom, do you remember that time that we went up to, um,

big bear and dad made a Venus de milo out of snow?

I just remember you couldn't

keep your hands off her breasts.

They were shiny.

- I could totally go for a

white Christmas again next year.

- Yeah? - You want to?

- I would love that.

- Hey, is this that guy?

- Who?

- You know, the guy that looks like dad?

- What is that?

- Invitation to an art gallery, or...

No, it's... It's a memorial.

Nikki?

- Nikki?

Oh, I was hoping you would come.

Hi.

I'm, uh... I'm... I'm Anne.

I'm the ex-wife.

I'm sure you've heard the horror stories.

- Um, how did you recognize me?

- Come with me.

These are all new, just in the last year... since you.

- All of these?

Anne, what... what happened?

- Oh, well, he'd been sick for a long time, you know.

- He never told me.

- He didn't want you to know.