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Yeah?

Yeah.

Hang on a minute.

Hang on, hang on, hang on.

Uh, can you, um,
put something else on?

Are you kidding me?

You don't like this stuff?

Can you just
put something else on?

OK.

Thanks.

How about a
little bit of this?

Better?

Yeah.

Shit.

Aw, shit.

Yo.

Pretty in pink.

Where you going?

Sorry.

I'm late.

What are you late for?

- Yeah, I gotta go.
- Wait, wait.

Hey, hey, hey.

Sorry.

What's your... name?

You can't go any
faster, can you?

Never mind.

Fuck!

What the hell?

Hi.

Holy shit.

She is alive.

We can stop calling the
hospitals and the morgues now.

Sorry.

Let's do it again.

Smooth
jazz, 96.3, The Wave.

Next, Q103.

What's that?

Christian rock.

This one goes, Q103, The Rock.

You punch rock, and then you
do... on salvation.

Go.

Q103, The
Rock of salvation.

That would give Jesus a boner.

So when do
you have to be out by?

Uh end of the month.

Yeah, I'd offer
you our spare room,

but it might be a
little awkward, him

having that big house, and all.

Yeah, I know.

Uh, it's fine.

So I hear you have a new song?

It's... it's not ready yet.

Surprise, surprise.

So are you coming
out this week?

I need all the allies I can get.

Are you talking
to me hands free?

What, are you a
cop all of a sudden?

It's not safe.

Yeah, I'm on my headphones.

Look, are you coming or not?

Jude?

Jude?

Alan.

Alan.

Jude?

Alan?

Shit.

In my heart is for strangers.

Kind, but my own blood
is much too dangerous.

Hello?

Is anybody home?

Who's there?

Jude?

Jude.

Hi, Paul.

I hate that.

How you doing, doll?

I'm OK.

OK, OK.

How was the drive?

Boring.

How are you?

I shot a ninth
one this morning.

Oh, is that good?

Corinne's here.

Come out back.

Be nice.

No, no, no,
we can't go in April.

No, no, Marcus says
he won't be ready.

Have you had his gazpacho?

Oh, it's astronishing.

I know, it reminds me of Mamet.

Hi, Jude.

Hi, Lucille.

How was your trip?

Boring.

Do you want anything to drink?

Diet Coke?

Yeah.

Yeah, that'd be great.
Thanks.

There's some in the fridge.

And be a dear and
get me some more

chardonnay while you're there.

Darling, what was
the name of that kid

we went to Dalton with?

The one who got kicked out for
writing those dirty letters

- to Miss Darcy?
- That was Adam Foresberg.

Adam never got kicked out.

No, I think he did.

No, his family
moved to Indonesia.

Oh, no, I know who
you're talking about.

You're talking about
that, um... the kid who

always wore that mounty shirt.

Mm, went out with
denim jacket girl.

Shawna Brant?

Oh.

You mean Shawna do you wanna?

That is harsh.

But true.

Jude, would you
go in the kitchen

and get me some
more horseradish?

Help Lucille.

Her leg is bothering her.

Is she kidding
with that pink hair?

Still?

Like she's so punk?

This steak is not good.

Where's it from?

just
got it at Siderello.

Tell her to go into
town from now on.

Farmer's market.

You're welcome.

I really think it was Adam
Foresberg who got kicked out.

It wasn't Adam Foresberg?

No, you're thinking
of Warren Wilson.

I am thinking of Warren Wilson.

You couldn't pay me to
go back to high school.

You hardly went, even when
you were in high school.

How's the restaurant, Corinne?

Oh, name a problem,
we've got it.

I've got a sous chef trying to
undermine my executive chef,

the wait staff are
like paint in place,

bartenders are thieves... I
swear, it's like a Mamet play.

They steal.

How exactly is that
like a Mamet play?

What's paint in place?

Speaking of Mamet, did anyone
see that actress on "The View?"

Which actress?

You know, the one that
was fat, and then got

thin, and then got fat again.

Anyone ready for more wine?

Oh, I am.

Oh, right.

Sorry.

Which lawsuit is
this one, again?

It's against this
Dutch record company.

Put out an LP of my
stuff, unauthorized.

No one calls them
LPs anymore, Paul.

Jude sang backup, so
they want to depose her.

So, uh, how long
are you staying?

Um...

What?

What did I say?

Uh, no... uh, nothing.

It's just that, um, things
are a little bit complicated

for me at the moment.

Real estate wise.

She's getting kicked
out of her apartment.

I'm not getting kicked out.

I'm simply having a
dispute with my landlord.

She's disputing the
notion she should pay rent.

And you're going to
move in with Paul?

No.

No.

No?

No.

I just need to get out
of the city, you know?

It's smothering me.

Well, I mean, you
could say with us.

We've got tons of space.

You know what, it's funny... I
always forget you guys actually

have your own place,
since, you know,

you're always here at Paul's.

Well, you know, it's nice
to have your own place.

I can't keep track
of these lawsuits.

All frivolous, of course.

And Paul keeps the East Hampton
Bar Association in pinstripes.

That's true.

I hate that so much.

Pinstripes?

That you call me Paul.

You should call me Pop.

You know, I'd love that.

Then why did you
name me Starshadow?

Starshadow's a wonderful man.

Wait.

Aunt Jude's real
name is Sarshadow?

David.

That's my luck, to be born
during his hippie period.

What if you'd been born
during my jazz phase,

and I had to call you Mingus?

Who goes through their hippy
period in the mid '80s, anyway?

Good question, Mingus.

David.

David, will you go upstairs
and get ready for bed, please?

It's past your bedtime.

I don't want to.

Come on, buddy.

I never minded you
changing your first name.

It's the last name
that bothers me.

You're not proud
to be a Lombard?

You changed it from Lipman.

Talk about pride.

You've been pretending to
be Italian all these years

when you're really Jewish.

I never said I was Italian.

If people think that,
it's their business.

Speaking of, if we could
put aside for a moment.

Jude's contempt for her
lineage, I have an announcement.

I'm going to cut a record.

That's great.

Uh, album or single?

Single for know.

If it does good, Alan says
there's a chance an LP.

No one calls 'em LPs anymore.

Uh, what's it called?

"When I Live My
Life Over Again."

That's a bad title.

Uh who wrote it?

Me.

It came to him in the car.

We were driving back from
Foxworth's, and kaboom, it

come to me, out of the sky.

That's what the great
songwriters say,

that their songs come
to them fully formed.

That's what Mozart said.

That it felt like he was
taking dictation from God.

Huh?

I'm not comparing myself to
Mozart, I'm only saying...

You're just comparing
yourself to God.

I was driving, it was
coming to me so fast.

I just said it out loud.

Lucille wrote it down.

But you're not really
known as a songwriter.

What does it say?

The two skills are related.

Gershwin, Porter, Rodgers and
Hart, the great songwriters

were not also necessarily
the best interpretations

of their own stuff.

For that you need Sinatra,
Ray Charles, Billie Holiday.

Billie Holiday wrote
"Strange Fruit."

No she didn't.

A middle aged Jewish man
named Abe Meeropol wrote it.

What is it with you and
Judaism all of a sudden?

I was a vocal stylist.

Did anybody complain that Brando
didn't write his own lines?

It's not enough for
Olivier to be Olivier?

Since when do you have an
issue with Billie Holiday?

I don't have anything
against Billie Holiday.

I love Billie Holiday.

Singers were never expected
to write their own stuff.

She just didn't
write "Strange Fruit."

Not until Lennon and McCartney.

Well, I think Billie
Holiday is incredible.

And no one's arguing
with you, Corinne.

I think she's incredible, too.

In fact, I think a
lot of people are

incredible who,
like Billie Holiday,

did not write "Strange Fruit."

It says here "Strange Fruit"
was written by Lewis Allen.

That is a pseudonym
for Abe Meeropol.

Also, I did write
songs over the years.

I co-wrote, I collaborated
without credit.

I'm not saying that at my age
I'm going to be Burt Bacharach.

Excuse me.

I happened to write this one.

So, uh, could we hear it?

Yep.

Down.

Big finish.

If life is
nasty, brutish, and short,

and all this too shall pass,
can we conspire and consort

to make the good times last?

If youth is wasted on
the young, and it is,

and time goes by too fast, if
second chances go and come,

or too, too much to ask.

Oh, if... if I'd been
born in Hindustan,

I'd reincarnate
like the Hindus can.

I'll tell you, sir,
I've got a plan,

when I live my life over again.

I'm all warmed up,
and limber now.

Next time, I swear I'm
going to make it count.

Thank god we get more
than one go round.

Regret,

Regrets, yes, I've had a few.

Perhaps I forgot to mention, but
the passing years and graying

beard are what got my attention.

Take it home.

So as a dress rehearsal,
this one's been fine.

But now I'm going to
go for real this time,

and smell the red roses when I'm
living my life all over again.

Alert my friends when I
live my life over again!

It's not a bad song, you know?

It's fantastic.

Well, it's a little something.

Anyway.

Hello?

This heart
is a foolish one.

It's never worked right.

It so loudly... it so loudly
keeps me awake in the night.

And it forces...

Listeners soon
found themselves entranced

by the dulcet vocals
that were to become

a Humperdink trademark.

Humperdink combined
the influen...

with the pre-rock and
roll romance of American

crooner Paul Lombard.

Hey.

Shout out from VH1.

Where's my Behind The Music?

Oh, please.

You don't want
that horrible shit.

It's just Hollywood
exploitation.

I was born too late.

My era was Sinatra, Dino,
Tony Bennett, those guys.

I come along at least
a decade after that.

After your rock and roll had
destroyed the whole tradition.

My rock and roll.

Right.

Who am I, Chuck Berry?

Still, you had a good run.

Didn't you?

O king of romance.

To this day, when anyone
wants some make out music,

the first thing they reach
for is a Paul Lombard album.

Which one?

What?

Which album dot hey reach for?

Oh.

I don't know.

"In The Dark and Lonely Hours."
"Swinging at Sally's," or.

"Boulevard of Broken Dreams."

Paul's greatest, obviously.

That's a compilation.

I didn't even get paid.

It still counts.

Seriously, I can't tell you how
many people my age have a copy

of "In The Dark and Lonely."

"Dark and Lonely."

What a wonderful record.

"Dark and Lonely" is
a wonderful record.

You know, there's no single.

It's gonna be the
beginning of my next act

to reclaim my place.

I'm glad.

What?

What?

You don't sound enthusiastic.

I'm glad sounds like
a prelude to a but.

No but.

It's just that...

There you go.

You're nothing if not critical.

I was just going
to say that it's

a shame it has to be motivated
by such... I don't know,

bitterness.

It's called drive, and
you could take a lesson.

A driving lesson?

You're hilarious.

You could do comedy
as part of your act.

And by the way, you're right.

Why wouldn't I be... look
at where I'm living.

You live in the Hamptons.

Yes, the slums of the Hamptons.

We're not even on the
beach side of the street.

I had to cut the woods
back to three days a week.

I had to get rid of the
gardener and the pool guy.

At my age, it's not good.

And I notice, you
never turn down

a hand out from the old
family treasure chest,

miss soon to be homeless.

Speaking of, you could take
your own advice, career-wise.

Please.

I don't want to do this, Paul.

Just save it.

You have a wonderful talent.

I mean, why don't you
do something with it?

What about Pussy Fart?

It's a punk rock
thing you dabbled in.

Post punk.

And I did not dabble in it.

It was my full time job
for nearly two years.

Stop.
You were the bass player.

Meaning what?

The bass is a big, ugly thing.

You know, for a
girl it's unseemly.

That is so fucking sexist.

Oh, Jude, don't work blue.

You know, cursing means you
don't know what you're talking

about, said Thomas Aquinas.

You know, there are a lot
of great female bassists.

Kim Gordon, Kim Deal.

Kim Jong Il.

And I sang backup, too.

Kim Jong Il.

I sang backup, too.

Yeah, that's not backup to me.

It's like cats screaming.

Jesus.

You know, I noticed that
your contempt for our music

didn't stop you from
banging our drummer.

Why do you bring that up?

It's spilled milk
under the bridge.

For you.

So, you're holding
up this punk band

as evidence of your...
your focus on success.

OK, I didn't say that we were
your close personal friends,

the Beatles, but yeah,
by punk standards

we were moderately successful.

Yeah.

Post punk.

How many albums did
this band put out?

That is not a fair yardstick.

For the record.

- One.
- What label?

And an EP.

What label?

Chlamydia.

That's not a label.

Anything run out of a
garage is not a label.

In publishing it's what
we call vanity press.

Now you're an expert on
the publishing industry?

I'm an expert on
the music business...

Or is it the vanity part of it?

Hey, I know the difference.

Classic.

When you do it, it's boutique.

When I do it, it's vanity.

Like the man said,
I've forgotten more

about the business
than you'll ever know.

Hell of a pep talk.

Thank you.

Yeah, boost my confidence
by insulting me?

No, I'm not doing that.

I'm... I'm trying to help.

Doesn't matter what
you were trying to do.

Stay.

You know, don't... come on.

Keep me company.

I'll be dead soon.

Good morning.

How you doing?

Good morning, Mr. Paul.

Going to play golf,
in case anybody cares.

So do you really think Dad
has a chance for a comeback?

If you're asking me if I'm
worried about him, yeah.

I'm worried.

I'm worried he's going
to fall on his face.

Mm, well, he's a grown up.

Sort of.

I mean, didn't you
find Dad's last album

just a little bit twee?

You know what I find twee?

Using the word twee.

I'm just saying we've been
down this comeback road before.

Need I remind you of the
infamous reggae experiment?

No, please don't.

There you all are.

House is completely empty.

I was afraid you'd
been raptured.

Hey, Alan.

Hey, Jude.

Oh gosh, it never gets old.

You sure?

Where's Paul?

Playing golf.

What does he play,
36 holes a day?

Paul loves his holes.

Where is that Lucille, anyway?

Follow the smell of sulfur.

Hey!

David!

Come over here, and let me
show you how to handle an axe.

I don't want to.

Come on!

Please, will you... will
you just do it for me?

So what brings you out
here, anyways, Alan?

I have these documents
from the DMI lawsuit

that I need Paul to sign.

I thought that was
settled already?

No, there's two DMI lawsuits.

This is a different one.

You're like a
crack dealer, Alan.

You've got Paul hooked.

Please, your father
needs no encouragement

in the legal realm.

I don't need the
money, and I certainly

don't need the ass pain.

I know how to do it.

When's he getting back?

Around dinner.

Do you want to stay and join us?

I'm cooking.

Which means she's buying food,
and Lourdes is heating it up.

Why do I even need to
know how to chop wood?

What time?

7:00-ish.

I'm there.

Gives these to your pop
when he gets back, OK?

Yes.

It's not gonna work like that.

I mean, it's OK for practice.

Hey.

Psst!

This is right up your alley.

Trust me.

Come here.

What?

Did you ever sleep with Alan?

What?

Oh, god, don't be
ridiculous, Corinne.

Alan's gay.

Alan is not gay.

Alan is so gay.

He's just of the closet
dwelling generation.

Either way, did
you sleep with him?

No.

I already told you.

Once.

Jesus, Jude.

I mean, I remember when
movie stars were sort of lewd.

But when did he get...
when did he get sculpted?

I'm just saying,
it's a tradition

in music to change your name.

Reinventing yourself, you know?

Ask Bobby Zimmerman.

I lived in London through
the '70s, right on Kings Road.

Now men are being subjected to
the same unreasonable standards

that women have been for years.

I knew all the stars.

Then when I come to Hollywood,
I want to be discrete,

but we used to get around,
party, party all the time.

I could tell you stories.

But athletes, too.

Have you seen
Rafael Nadal's arms?

A lot those arms.

You know, I used to be so
in love with.

The greatest name change in
music history is Nina Simone.

David?

Not at the table, plaease.

Big, smart beast.

Right.

Alan.

Ooh.

California was the place.

In those days... it still is.

California.

Blah, blah, blah.

I played tons of
gigs at the Lava.

Oh, the Lava.

Do not make me count to five.

It was the house band,
practically... bar tab

like you could not conceive.

Alan, right?

Oh, yeah.

Three.

The Lava's going strong.

Still.

I tried to introduce Jude
to John and Fiona there,

but of course, she said no.

Fi...

Why don't you bust
Corinne's balls for a while?

Cause Corinne can't sing.

True story, when your
father went into,

Seagram's stock
dropped 20 points.

It's on Wikipedia.

It's not an exaggeration.

I can too sing.

A little.

Hey, Jude, are you
still into Nina Simone?

Like, you used to listen
to her 24/7, or whatever.

I used to play
ping pong with Nina.

She was ferocious.

Nina Simone's a god.

Period, dot, end of sentence.

Quick story about the Lava.

Tell us.

One day during the '80s,
I'm standing outside the Ivy,

and this girl comes up...
young, good looking... big rack.

And she says, uh, I
have to thank you.

And I'm thinking...

Hey, that's not fair.

When we first danced
at our wedding,

it was one of my songs,
and she says, for paying

for my college education.

I'm Charlie Steinman's daughter.

He owns the Lava Lounge.

It's a true story.

You can't make this up.

Nope.

You know, I think it slightly
invalidates your status

as a recovering
alcoholic when all you do

is brag about what a
big drinker you were.

I'm not bragging.

It's a true story,
from my memoir.

And that would've been
when you were very young,

and before Jude was born, right?

Neither of us were
born yet, Alan.

And I would have
been first, anyway.

I always do that.

Yeah, I always forget
that you're older.

Everyone thinks that.

Because of the lines.

Dad, why don't you record
one of those duet albums?

That would be
really good for you.

I've been saying
that for years.

- I've thought about that.
- Yeah.

Paul, awesome idea.

Yes.

I can't wait to buy your
next album from Starbucks.

Hey, Jude, don't make it bad.

Oh.

Oh, I'm sorry, Jude.

God forbid Dad does
anything commercial.

Hey, why don't you take a
sad song, and make it better?

How about this, Paul?

Why don't you just record
all your parts now,

so when you're dead, Corinne can
just put out an album with you

and whoever's the
flavor of the month?

That is not a bad idea.

I love that idea.

That is a great idea.

That is a terrible idea.

Why not just shoot me,
throw me in the trunk,

and haul me off to the boneyard.

Hey, don't tempt me.

Don't tempt me.

I'm just saying, you don't want
to be one of those nostalgia

acts, do you?

Mademoiselle Super Nag.

Maybe that's what
the audience wants.

Hey, this is what
we're talking about.

You can have all
the success... money,

fame up the wazoo... but the
thing you cannot buy is new.

I don't care who you are, sooner
or later you're going to be old

news, and that's not to
say that you're less good,

your fans will desert you...
thought some of them will...

I'm saying you cannot
make it happen again.

Not the same way.

Shockingly wise.

Thank you.

It's also total bullshit.

I mean... I mean, just
because you're not... sorry.

But it is.

Just cause you can't
be something new

doesn't mean you can't
do something new.

I'm doing something different.

I'm recording a song
that I wrote myself.

It's a different kind of new.

Jude, would you clear
the plates, please?

What am I, Cinderella?

I got it.

Finish up this flan.

David.

This is for you.

Miss September.

Check it out.

She was a friend.

I could tell you stories.

It's an old magazine,
but, you know...

Uh, OK.

Thanks, Pop Pop.

Don't mention it.

I mean that.

Don't mention it to anybody.

OK, let's start
at the beginning.

So the first one
was your mom, right?

No.

No, his first wife was the
high school sweetheart.

They were only like, 18.

They lived in Ho-Ho-Kus.

The ho of Ho-Ho-Kus?

She divorced him
before he was famous,

when he was still a
Lipman, out on the road

with the Moonlighters.

Our mom had barely left
Bolivia when they got married.

Mick Jagger had a
Latina supermodel wife,

so Paul figured he
had to do the same.

Wait, Jerry Hall was Latino?

And the third wife... of
course, she whose name

we do not speak...
the au pair who broke

up his marriage to our mom.

Oh, she didn't break it up.

She just happened to be
there when the roulette

wheel stopped spinning.

I can't even remember
the fourth one.

Sure you do.

Crazy cosmetics heiress.

You know, the,
um... the... the one

that he eloped with to Vegas.

Wait, so then, number five?

The stripper with
the 10 gallon tits.

Pride of Dallas.

It's Fort Worth.

People down there get
upset when you mix them up.

That's true.

Chastity.

What?

Chastity was her name.

That was her name.

You know what's shocking,
is that marriage lasted

longer than all the others.

Chastity was good.

- I liked her.
- She was.

I mean, she actually
stayed with Mom

when she was in the hospital.

She was there for your
mom, even up to the end.

Yeah, she really was.

Sure.

What are we talking about?

- Nothing at all.
- Nothing.

Nothing.

Hey, Paul, what do you think?

You got another song in ya?

What'll it be?

Sondheim.

Rodgers and Hart.

- Randy Newman.
- No!

Billy Joel!

"Uptown Girl."

Jude, come on up and
sing, like days gone by.

Go on.

Do it.

When the world was young.

Get up there.

Ambush.

What is this?

Come on, Jude.

Do it.

Come on, Mingus.

Come on.

Scoot over.

OK.
You're gonna sit?

All right.

I know
I'd stand in line

until you think
you have the time

to spend an evening with me.

And if we go
someplace to dance, I

know that there's a chance
you won't be leaving with me.

And afterwards we'd drop
into a quiet little old place

and have a drink or two.

And then I'd go and spoil it
all by saying something stupid,

like I love you.

I'd practice every day to
find some clever lines to say

to make the meaning come true.

But then I think I'll wait
until the evening gets late,

and I'm alone with you.

The time is right, your
perfume fills my head,

the stars get red, and
oh, the night so blue.

And then I go and spoil
it all by saying something

stupid, like I love you.

Woo!

Dad.

Woo!

The time is right,
your perfume fills my head,

the stars get red, and
oh, the night so blue.

And then I'd go and spoil it
all by saying something stupid,

like, I love you.

I love you.

I love you.

Woo!

That was Paul Lombard, guys!

Dad.

Paul Lombard!

God.

Pauly, Pauly.

Wonderful, Paul.

Woo!

He really can't
help himself, can he?

You know, I really don't want
to be another person telling

you how to live your life.

And I appreciate that, Alan.

Then why don't you let
me help you out a bit?

Do you really want to
be somebody recording

jingles the rest of your life?

Maybe.

Don't be coy.

I mean, it's fine
if you want to,

but I guess that's what
I'm asking, is do you?

Why don't you let me help you?

Because I can take
care of myself.

Can ya?

Don't be a dick, Alan.

Let me make a couple calls.

You know, set up some
meetings, and let's

see if we can avoid you
having to move in with Paul.

If you want to do
that, I can't stop you.

But I'm not asking you.

It's all me.

All my idea.

Did you call
my home number last night?

Well, yeah, but I...

Are you crazy, Jude?

I...

My wife's
not an idiot, you know?

She is a lot of things,
but she's not an idiot.

I couldn't get through
to you on your cell.

I needed to talk to you.

Where are you, anyway?

I'm at my dad's place.

Now, what the
hell are you doing there?

Ugh, it's a long story.

We Talked about this.

It's not a healthy
environment for you.

When can I see you?

Soon.

I promise.

You're the one I
want to be with.

I never want you to doubt that.

What about this weekend?

Jude,
you're pushing again.

It's not that easy.

All right, when will you know?

I'm
doing the best I can.

Work's a disaster.

Hank's breaking
my balls as usual.

Chloe's waiting to hear about
colleges, Joel's playing

hockey for two different teams.

I got a lot of
demand on my time,

not to mention you jeopardizing
everything by calling my house.

Look, I'll figure
something out, all right?

I promise.

You trust me, don't you?

Yeah.

Of course.

We both kinda knew
the deal when we got into this,

didn't we?

OK, I gotta go.

I'll call you tomorrow.

Bye.

Bye.

I was talking to Charlie
Manson the other day.

He says, is it hot in
here, or am I crazy?

Miss Tallie,
they say you are going.

We will miss your bright
eyes and sweet smile.

Oh, they say you are taking the
sunshine that has brightened

our path for a while.

Yeah!

Why do you give him
that chicory crap?

You know what Dr. Remcor said.

Yep.

I'll see you tonight
at your dad's.

All right, sweetheart.

Mommy's off.

I'll see you later?

Bye, guys.

And if we
go someplace to dance,

I know there's a chance you
won't be leaving with me.

And afterwards, we hop
into a tiny little boat,

and have a drink or two.

And then I go and spoil
it all by saying something

stupid, like I love you.

I love you.

I love you.

Come on, move!

It's Tim!

Can I come in?

I'm so...

It's your dad.

Yo, everybody
downstairs, chop chop.

You all right?

Gather round.

What's going on?

I have news.

What?

Alan called.

He says the top guys at
Jupiter heard the master

of "When I Live My Life."

They think it's gonna be big.

Huge.

They think it's
gonna be a huge hit.

What?
I didn't know.

It's his comeback.

You're fucking dead.

It's not a comeback.

I never went away.

Yeah, they got mea gig.

Test run live, special guest for
an act called The Flaming Lips.

Wait... you're opening
for The Flaming Lips?

That is huge.

That's ridiculous.

Flaming Lips.

They're terrific.

I love them.

OK, for starters,
it's called The Flaming.

Lips, not "The Flaming Lips."

The Flaming Lips.

Flaming Lips.

Flaming Lips.

Do you even know
this band at all?

No.

OK, let me fill you in.

The Flaming Lips, their
fans are not your fans.

Like, trust me... not at all.

If they're asking you
to open up for them,

they're doing it out of some
sort of ironic hipster goof.

Jude, beware the
green eyed monster.

I can't believe you actually
like living out here.

You know, it's not so bad.

It's been like, five years now.

You know, Corinne likes
to be near her dad,

and then we get the pool.

You don't miss the city?

Uh, yeah.

Hustle and bustle.

I miss that, but Corinne's
there, like, two days a week,

and then I can work
from home, so I get

to spend more time with David.

You know?

It's probably just a phase.

David, I mean.

Yeah.

Yeah.

Just like, eight
years and counting.

You do a good job with him.

Mm-hm.

Seriously.

I've been watching you.

Good lord, it's
Lee Harvey Oswald.

Jude, come on.

Take a ride.

I'm busy.

Yeah, me too.

Come on.

I'll be dead soon.

You and Corinne, you doing good?

Same as it ever was.

Why?

You're not carrying a
torch for Tim still, right?

God, Paul.

That was, like, 100 years ago.

Give me a break.

Don't get me wrong, I
love Tim, but he's not

the sharpest Swiss army knife.

Well, that is Corinne's
problem, isn't it?

This song, it's such a classic.

It is bona fide classic.

You know, the term is
overused, but is a classic.

It takes me back to an amazing
weekend I spent in Acapulco

with a starlet who
shall remain nameless.

Can you please
save your stories

of your prehistoric conquests
for your geriatric friends

at the country club?

Besides, a fan's a friend.

I owe you a phone
call, you devil.

You realize that it's
Van Morrison, right?

You know, it's a shame
that you and this starlet

that shall remain nameless
didn't make a go of it.

Could have spared us your
marriage to the wicked witch

of the Upper West Side.

You could go easier on Lucille.

What have you got
against her, anyway?

Nothing.

I happen to know that you and
Corinne call her the devil.

Only affectionately.

You think she's a
gold digger, right?

Not a very good one, obviously.

Pull.

Stupid clay pigeons.

I know you think I'm
nagging, but I can't stand

to see potential go to waste.

You could be great.

Still could be really something.

You're gifted.

Whoa, be careful with that gun.

God.

There's nothing more
common than wasted talent,

said Thomas Aquinas.

I don't think Saint Thomas
Aquinas ever said that, but OK.

Pull.

Tick tock, Jude.

You know what I'm talking about.

You're pushing 30.

31.

Pull.

Maybe I don't want
to be a singer.

Maybe I don't want your life.

I was thinking of becoming
a barista, actually.

Somebody who pours seven
dollar cups of coffee,

it's not a career.

Pull.

Stupid clay pigeon.

Sir, are you sure this
thing is calibrated?

I only want the best for you.

Do you?

You sure you're not just trying
to live vicariously through me?

If I wanted to
live vicariously,

it wouldn't be through you.

Pull.

You really are an asshole,
you know that, Paul?

You know, I met
the Dalai Lama once,

and I happened to be cooking
hot dogs at the time.

I said, what do you want?

And he said, make me
one with everything.

The Dalai Lama,
make me one with everything.

Huh?

I want to jump out of this car.

I'm sorry.
I'm sorry.

I want to kill...

Listen, I know how you
feel about the Dalai Lama.

You know, to me he's just a guy.

What does he know
about show business?

Paul!

Are you coming upstairs soon?

In a minute.

Hey.

You busy?

Seriously, Tim, I don't have
the brain space right now.

No, no, no, no.
Come on, not like that.

Let's just go for a ride.

An open mic night?

No way.

No, no, no, no, no.

It's not an open mic night.

This is... this is, uh,
officially an intervention.

I'm not a 15 year old
on YouTube, all right?

I'm a professional.

Give me that.

I'm doing this just to make
you stop making that noise.

So, let's bring out our
next performer, Jules Lipton.

Yes, uh, actually
that's Jude Lipman.

June Litton.

Whatever.

Um, yeah, this is, uh... this
is a song that I, um, wrote.

Oh, this
heart is a foolish one.

It's never worked right.

So loudly it keeps me
awake in the night,

and it forces me out of bed.

Pacing my floor instead.

Longing for things to
which it has no right,

and no whiskey or wine can it
sway my poor, ludicrous heart.

It just rattles the bars,
rattles the bars of its cage.

Oh, and sometimes it feels
like it must weigh 100 pounds.

Sometimes it's light, so
much lighter than air.

But always it wants too much,
needs too much, feels too much.

Loves so much more than
just one heart can bear,

and sometimes, in a hideous
rage, yeah, my ludicrous heart,

it just rattles the
bars, rattles the bars,

rattles the bars of its cage.

Wow.

It's a gorgeous night, huh?

There's supposed to be a
lunar eclipse next week.

I'm having an affair
with a married man.

Oh, yeah?

Who is he?

Just some guy I met at the gym.

He owns a bunch
of KFCs in Jersey.

How old is he?

I don't know.

Why?

I don't know.

Just curious.

I don't know.

Like, 50?

OK... all right, I lied.

He doesn't own any KFCs.

He is my analyst.

Well, I at least thought
that would get a reaction.

I've been around this
family for too long.

You know what I've
never understood?

How the hell you
ended up with Corinne.

Do you know what
I've never understood?

Why do you hate her so much?

I get that you guys are
different, and that's fine,

but she's not a terrible person.

I mean, seriously.

She's completely kind, and fun.

Fun?

OK, I'll concede you kind before
I'm gonna concede you fun.

And even kind is a stretch.

She participates
in the community,

she cares about the environment.

And Hitler loved his dog.

OK that's exactly
what I'm talking about.

I mean, I get that you
don't like Corinne,

but then when you
compare her to Hitler,

you're not really making
your case, you know?

It was a joke.

You're sounding hysterical,
and like, it's really awkward

for me too, do you know?

Do you ever consider that?

It gets fucking old.

I'm sorry.

I am, I'm... I'm sorry
for you, but... Tim.

This shit between me
and Corinne is old.

Don't you have issues with her?

I mean, come on, you must.

Of course I do.

But you don't get to choose
who you fall in love with.

Sure you do.

What you don't get to choose
is who loves you back.

I mean, you think
if, um... if we'd

stayed together all those
years ago, we'd have,

uh... we would have worked?

If we'd just tried
a little bit harder.

If the timing had
been different.

If we'd just been a
little bit more mature.

If Corinne didn't come along?

Yeah.

No.

Maybe.

My aunt had a dick,
should be my uncle.

Jude the vulgarian.

Some things never change.

What are you...
what are you doing?

I, um... I...

I...

I'm...

I'm married to your sister, OK?

What's wrong with you?

I'm sorry.

I mean, you need some help.

You need help, and
you need to not screw

the help when you get the help.

I'm sorry.

I'm sorry.
I'm sorry.

Just...

No, it was no big deal.

It was no big deal.

I overreacted.
That was...

I gotta go.
Sorry.

It was nothing.

Please don't run away.

Come on.

Wait!

Lourdes, you are the best.

Good to my house.

I shall return anon.

I'm off to my,
in case anybody cares.

OK.

You are all set to meet Marty
Sedgwick tomorrow morning

at 10:00 AM in the city.

Who knows who you are, he
knows who your father is.

Most importantly, he
knows you can sing,

cause I sent him
some of your stuff.

Now, listen to me... Marty is a
real gut feeling kind of guy,

OK?

He fancies himself to be a
very sharp judge of character.

What the hell is that
supposed to mean, Alan?

I'm just saying, be
your good, old fashioned,

charming, on time self.

I feel bad about this.

What are you, a martyr?

All I did was put
my foot in the door.

Nobody gets anywhere in
life without a little help

every now and then.

So you caught a bit of luck
being Paul Lombard's daughter.

I don't need to tell you
that being close to that guy,

it ain't necessarily
a game of Frisbee.

So let's just call this
fair compensation, OK?

Jude?

Jude?

Jude?

Jude?

Have a good round?

What are you doing?

I was going over there.

I had to make a stop.

God, you are completely
and utterly shameless.

Your car is right here.

Anyone could see you
were having an affair.

What are you doing, driving
around, looking for my car?

I had a meeting.

Jesus, Paul, I should have
known something was up.

All this golf in the winter.

How could you do
this to Lucille?

You hate her.

Is there a woman I know
that you haven't slept with?

My... my friends, my teachers.

Lourdes?

You slept with Lourdes?

A lifetime ago.

Are you kidding me?

Look, I'm not saying
the father of the year

people misplaced my trophy.

Unbelievable.

Face it, this is about me
cheating on your mother.

Of course it's about
you cheating on Mom!

What do you blame me for?

Bad parent, bad
husband, bad judgment.

Check, check, check.

It's the birthdays
that you missed,

it's telling Mrs. Croom not
to cast me in the school play

because I'd forget all my lines.

It's the graduation you missed
because you were in rehab.

I went to rehab for you guys.

It is a comment you made
to the New York Times

about talent not
running in the family.

I'm not to blame for every...

Thanks a lot for that...

Bump you've had in your life,
much as you want to think so.

That's great, Paul.

Take no responsibility
for the way that you,

your life, that your
behavior has fucked me up.

Didn't do that to Corinne.

What's the matter with her now?

She's nuts.

Pain in the ass.

Where's Lucille?

You know, maybe if
I acted that way,

you'd spend this much
time and energy on me.

Corinne, I don't
have time right

now for two bat shit daughters.

You're supposed to
be the stable one.

Do you know where Lucille is?

She's getting a mani-pedi.

Not here?

Not here.

OK.

Don't tell Lucille.

It'd destroy her.

I'm not a snitch.

If you want to keep living
your life like this,

be my fucking guest.

You have a finely tuned
sense of injustice, Jude,

and that's good, but you
should get out of your sandbox

once in a while.

I'm not a villain.

You don't see it.

You don't see the
destruction that you cause.

Or at least you pretend not
to, so you can sleep at night.

You're like this
big, overgrown child,

who just rampages through
life, doing whatever

the fuck his heart desires.

That's terrible.

And I know it's standard new age
procedure to blame your parents

for your troubles, and I take my
shame of blame for my problems,

and yours too,
but you can't make

me a stooge for
everything that makes

you unhappy about yourself.

You should thank me.

Thank you?

You're welcome.

Thank you for what?

For giving you a get
out of blame free card.

No matter what you
do, you can shrug it

off and blame it on me.

You think I'm a child.

Maybe.

You're an adult, Jude.

Why don't you grow up?

Stop blaming everybody
for your mess.

Hey.

Did it hurt?

What?

When you fell out of Heaven.

Not enough o's in smooth
for you, huh, buddy?

I'm Josh.

I'm Jude.

Hey, Jude.

That's clever.

You a year rounder?

I haven't seen you
in here before.

Yeah, I've been on a little
vacation from booze lately.

It's good to be back.

You know, I could give you a
whole line, turn on the charm,

play the game, but I
don't want to do that.

You look like a special lady.

Somebody that I'd
like to get to know.

So what do you say?

I've got a better idea.

How about you and me
pretend, just for a second,

that we're not both
completely full of shit?

OK.

Sure.

I get it.

It's funny... you meet
so many people, who have

these strategies that they use.

Tricks, you know?

Sometimes it's hard to know...

That's all very
fascinating, Jake.

Uh, it's Josh.

That's all very
fascinating, Josh.

Would you like to stay here and
keep working on your material,

or would you rather go get
your brains fucked out?

Brains out, please.

Hello?

I'm trying
to reach Jude Lipman?

Eh.

I'm calling
form Marty Sedgwick's office.

You had an appointment with
Marty at 10:00 this morning?

Oh, fuck!

Sorry?

Marty's on a very
tight schedule.

We weren't sure if you
got delayed, or something?

Yeah, my... my car broke
down halfway into the city.

I was-I was coming
from Long Island.

Uh, the tow truck just
got here, actually,

and it looks like I can be
there in, like, two hours.

Is that OK?

I'm
sorry, this morning

was the only time Marty had.

I was told this was
a special favor he

was doing for Alan Sternberg?

You could try having Mr.
Sternberg call again.

No.

Um... you know what?

Um, that's OK.

Never mind.

Just do this.

Just do it.

Get it over with.

You got yourself here,
you asked for it.

Just do it.

Get out of your own way.

Just do it.

Go right through it.

You understand?

It's a... it's a bit pricey.

No, no, of course.

Of course.

You're right.

What's up with you and Paul?

What do you mean?

What do I mean?

There's this big cold
front between the two

of you, is what I mean.

Well, this'll shock you,
but we got in a fight.

A big one.

So that's why you're giving
him the silent treatment?

Tonight?

It's a big night for him, honey.

He needs your support
on a night like this.

I know.

Over again.

I live my life, oh...
All right.

I'm not even gonna get
into the Marty Sedgwick blow

off extravaganza.

Put a lot of energy into
making that meeting happen.

Pulled a lot of strings.

The thanks I get.

Oh, well.

Thought we weren't
gonna get into it?

Ladies and
gentlemen, the Suffolk Theatre

and Electric Factory are
pleased to welcome, from deep

in a, the
pride of Ho-Ho-Kus,

New Jersey, the king of
romance, please put your hands

together for Mr. Paul Lombard!

If I had been born
in Hindustan, I'd reincarnate

like the Hindus can.

Yeah, Pauly!

I'll tell you,
sir, I've got a plan

when I live my life over again.

There she is.

What's the verdict?

Has the old guy still
got the juice, or what?

You were great.

Where's Lucille?

I don't know.

Where's the record people?
I thought they were here?

They said so.

They should see this.

They'll hear
about it, I'm sure.

I can't take a chance.

I gotta play out more.

I'm gonna get Alan to
book me some more shows.

Maybe LA, you know...
you could make it there,

you can make it anywhere.

You, um... you sure
that's a good idea?

Yes.

I'm back.

I'm due... bi doo, bi doo.

OK.

All right.

Just... maybe take it slow.

I've been doing
that for 25 years.

You gotta strike.

Did you talk to that
Flaming Lips guy?

Wayne Coil?

It's Wayne Coyne, and
no, I did not talk to him.

Why?

Jude, when a window
opens, you gotta jump.

You never want to do that.

Jesus, Paul, do you really
want to talk about this now?

Tonight?

Again?

You're scared.

I don't know about what,
but you are, and it shows.

You'd be better
and more successful

if you'd cut the beebop and
just get out of your own way.

Stop.

Just get over it.

God, Paul, stop.

Just get over it.

Say yes, cause
scared is good for...

Paul, are you fucking stupid?

The audience only liked you
today because you were kitsch.

Don't you get that?

You're a fucking dancing monkey.

A joke.

That's why they liked you.

I know that.

You think I don't know that?

So what?

You've reached Lucille Lombard.

I can't come to the
phone right now,

but if you leave
a brief message,

I'll get right back to you.

Lucille, you OK?

The show was more
than I imagined.

Really, I... I'm sorry
you weren't there, babe.

That surprised me.

They told me you weren't there.

Lucille, you OK?

Whoa!

What?

You shit!

Now, focus here.

He's showing 16.

Common wisdom is you stick
at 16, you play it safe.

What do we say about
playing it safe?

That's for pussies?

Exactamundo.

So how's Dad holding
up since Lucille left?

You know, ain't
exactly new form.

Yeah.

I have a feeling this
one's going to get ugly.

It's like something...

Out of Mamet?

It's exactly like
something out of Mamet.

Where was I?

You were in London,
with Harry Nelson.

Nilsson.

OK, so I'm in London,
it's the '80s,

I'm in this club... it's 5:00 AM.

I'm with Cosmo, the
manager of The Clash.

I was never a big punk person,
but Cosmo was the real deal.

Big heart.

And he had on this
fantastic shirt,

and I said to him, Cosmo,
that shirt is fantastic.

And he said, you want it?

Let's swap.

So right there, he peels it
off, and he hands it to me.

Now here, you
should double down.

I taught you how to double down.

I got the best of that swap.

It still fits.

Now you do it.

As anticipated, Lucille
filed the divorce papers

this morning.

But there's a little wrinkle.

Lucille is claiming
that she wrote "When"

I Live My Life Over Again."

Oh, that's absurd.

No court's gonna buy that.

It's not quite as open and
shut a case as you might think.

It's not like Paul is known
for his songwriting abilities.

Where does it say that
the two skills are related?

Did anybody complain that Brando
didn't write his own lines?

I know that, but,
you know, she's

exploiting a... a vulnerability
in the public perception.

Well, has Lucille
ever written a song?

No, but she does happen
to be in possession

of a very compelling piece
of physical evidence,

which is the original
manuscript of the song,

in her own handwriting.

Yes, I was driving... I dictated
it to her while I was driving

with both hands on the wheel.

Were there any
witnesses to that?

Lucille.

Well, you see the problem.

I mean, can't you
threaten to, like,

counter-sue her, or something?

Of course I can, and I will.

But she's girding for a
long, drawn out legal battle.

She's going to drag your
reputation through the mud,

call your integrity
into question, and PS,

it's going to be
extremely expensive.

She could be counting on the
fact that you're gonna settle.

Settle how?

By offering to share
songwriting credit with her.

I'd rather stick
pins in my eyeballs.

Well, there is another option.

Don't release the song.

I mean, give her all
the credit she wants,

but, you know, she'll never
make a penny off of it,

because no one
will ever hear it.

Simple.

It's actually not the
stupidest idea I ever heard.

It's close.

You know, you
just have to decide

how badly you want to
beat her, and if you want

to sacrifice your comeback.

I have another idea.

What?

You it busy?

Oh, um...

Good.

About the other night...

Look, Tim, seriously, I...

Jude, we have to
talk about this.

You weren't entirely
to blame for all that.

And I know, you know,
one of the reasons

you don't come out here
so often is because of me.

Don't flatter yourself.

Am I wrong?

You know what?

Hang on.

I can't deny, you know,
it's fun playing what ifs,

and, you know,
flirting with you.

Fantasizing.

I... I know I do it.

I know it's wrong.

Sorry.

I'm... not used to being told
something's not my fault.

Uh, you know, I said it
was not entirely your fault,

so it's really
just not entirely...

You know what?

It's close enough.

I'll take it.

No.

God, Tim.

I'm sorry.

I thought... I thought
that was what you wanted.

No.
God.

I mean... but... yes.

Yeah, but you said it yourself.

It's not right.

All right.

And you're just figuring
this out now, huh?

Yeah.

Kinda.

I know it's fucked up, Tim.

What do you want, Jude?

A sparkling blanc
with citrus and ginger?

Right here.

And a decaf flat white.

So, what is it
that's on your mind?

Obviously everyone's very
upset about what's going on,

and one of the most
disturbing things

is your claim that you
wrote "When I Live My Life."

It's not a claim.

It's a fact.

Tell me how that happened.

How you wrote the song.

Well, your father and I
were driving down the road.

And what road was that?

95.

And out of the blue, these
words just suddenly came to me.

So the lyrics came
first, and then the music?

Yes, the lyrics came first.

So at dinner, when my father
said that he wrote the song

and you just took dictation,
why did you back him up?

Look, I was not
going to embarrass

him in front of his family.

You know how fragile the
male ego is, especially his.

You know, Lucille, if you
would have acted this well

when you were doing
it for a living,

you might have had a career.

Setting aside the
fact that we all

know you couldn't
write a shopping list,

let alone a hit song, this
Pinocchio tale of yours

is the biggest load of shit
I've ever heard in my life.

And a jury is going
to feel the same way.

Yeah, well, we'll
see about that.

What I am proposing is
an alternative to court.

We're prepared to offer you a
very fair lump sum in exchange

for making this all go away.

And what's your definition
of this very fair lump sum?

Are you kidding with that?

That is a joke.

That is what we're offering.

And what if I refuse?

Then we'll all put
on our Sunday best,

and we'll go to court.

Guess I'll see you there, then.

I think I'm gonna
have the crepe.

By the way, have
you seen this movie

called "Beverly Hills Cock?"

How about "Desperately
Sucking Susan?"

I haven't seen them myself,
not being an aficionado

of '80s porn, but the private
eye who found them for me

says you gave quite
the performance.

You didn't think we knew
about that part of your past,

did you?

And these aren't softcore
nudies we're talking about,

particularly this film
called "Poonstruck."

No, I was never in that.

That is a fucking lie.

But we'll say you were.

We'll say lots of
things, and we'll

leave it up to the
court of public opinion

to sort it all out.

Jesus Christ.

What do you think this
is, "The Scarlet Letter?"

OK, so I did some skin flicks
when I was a young actress.

Big fucking deal.

Your father hasn't been
a choir boy all his life.

I'm sure there's
some dirty laundry

that he wouldn't like aired.

Yeah, it's a funny thing
about that, actually.

Paul's history sort of
insulates him on that front.

It's that, uh, ugly
double standard again.

So what I'm here to ask you
is are you willing to pass up

a guaranteed payday to spend
years in a long legal battle

over the share of rights to a
song that may or may not even

see the light of day, and
have your name dragged

through the mud,
which I assure you Al

and I will absolutely
make sure happens?

Or do you want to
take what I'm offering

and move on with your life?

Don't be stupid, Lucille.

Take the money.

Wow, Jude was right.

You really are a cold-hearted
little cunt, aren't you?

Do we have a deal, or not?

He hurt me.

He hurt me really bad.

I know.

He does that to everyone.

I'm leaving my wife.

No bullshit this time.

No.

I don't want you to.

I'm done.

You're
not thinking straight.

Things will look different
to you in a day or two.

They always do.

You don't think I'll do it.

Don't
put words in my mouth.

I'm not saying
anything of the kind.

I'm saying I want you to stay.

Please.

Sorry.

Leaving's the right thing to do.

And we both know it.

Since
when is that a concern?

All right.

How about this?

How about I've made enough
stupid decisions for awhile,

and I'm gonna try and see how
smart ones work out for me?

Well, as your
therapist I'd say good for you,

but as your lover, it's the
last thing I want to hear.

Thanks for the advice, doc.

Hello?

Corinne Lombard Sanderson,
this is Jude Lipman.

What do you need, Jude?

Why do I have to
need something?

I often ask myself that.

Wait, where are you?

I'm in your house.

Har har.

I wanted to, um, tell you,
you, um... you did a good job.

With Lucifer.

Thank you.

I heard Tim took you
to an open mic night.

Uh, yeah.

It was nice.

Yeah, Tim's a... a nice guy.

I, um... I also wanted to,
um, tell you something else.

I am, uh... I'm leaving.

Town.

Oh.

Where to?

California.

Uh, hey.

What's going on?

Uh, Jude's moving
to California.

Mm.

Yeah, I figured it was,
uh, about time for me

to leave my parents' basement.

Metaphorically speaking.

So, no offense, but is
this you leaving the nest,

or just running away
from your problems?

Metaphorically speaking.

I don't know.

Compliment received, by the way.

I did say no offense.

So when are you going?

Uh, this afternoon.

I just wanted to
come by and say bye.

Well, um...

I'm taking this.

Hey, Jude?

Yeah?

Take care of yourself, OK?

You too, Corinne.

Later, Tim.

Hey.

Wikipedia?

You set to go?

Where to?

LA?

Frisco?

Don't call it Frisco.

They hate that.

I don't know.

I guess I'll decide
when I get to Arizona.

I wish I was better.

I'll give you a mulligan.

You know I love
you, no matter what.

I know that you know that.

Yeah.

Strangely enough, I do.

Well, wear your
seatbelt. Call me.

Collect.

No one calls collect
anymore, Paul.

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