All language subtitles for Gypsy S01E01 The Rabbit Hole

I used to believe that people
determined their own lives.

We were in control,
commanding our futures,

choosing our spouses,
picking professions,

responsible for the decisions
that shape the course of our lives.

And yet, there is one force
more powerful than free will.

Our unconscious.

Underneath the suits,
behind closed doors,

we're all ruled by the same desires.

And those desires can be raw
and dark and deeply shameful.

The more you watch someone,
the more you realize,

we are never really who we say we are.

In fact, hidden underneath,
there's always a secret.

We might actually be someone else.

- We decaf the assholes.
- What does that mean?

If the customer's being a dick,

then we give 'em decaf beans
instead of caff.

And how do you determine who's a dick?

Sometimes it's obvious.

- Hey, what can I get for you?
- Um, Americano, thanks.

- Name for the order?
- Diane.

A $1,000 designer suit.

They're like regulars who never tip.

They pretend they tip, you know?

Letting their hand linger over
the tip jar, but nothing ever goes in.

Coming right up...

It's like they think we're oblivious.

Hey, how's your morning going?

Good, thanks.

- Americano.
- Okay.

I know it was
a very traumatic breakup for her,

but I'm nervous.

I read that women over 35

are 53% more likely to end up alone.

- I read that in the Sunday Times.
- Hmm.

Have you heard about that?

Claire, you can't blame yourself
for your daughter's breakup.

Rebecca's relationship
is her responsibility, her choice.

I thought of signing
her up with OkCupid.

Isn't that what they call it?

But it's not your decision.

For all you know,

Rebecca might already be
on OkCupid or dating.

See, if you keep trying to control her,
she's gonna keep pushing you away.

You know what I'm gonna say.

Yeah, I know, boundaries.

I know, I know.

But, you know, I'm worried.
I can't help it.

She works all the time,
and she does not date.

And soon she's gonna be old,
and then what's gonna happen to her?

Our goal in this room
is to focus on you.

And for now,
you just need to carve out some time

and figure out what it is
that you need to be happy.

Diane? Who's Diane?

What?

Oh.

Must have picked up someone else's.

Jean, can I ask you
something, friend to friend?

I'm not your friend.
I'm your therapist, Claire.

Well, just about this, I mean, you are.

I just want you to know
that I really like to please you.

But I have a hard time letting go.

I cannot let go.

It's a process.

Hey, Sam. Come on in.

It's not just that.

I don't know, I keep hearing
her voice in my head.

I wish it would stop, but, um...

Sam, it's okay to be emotional.

It's been eight months.
You must think I'm such a loser.

I don't judge, and who cares
what I think, anyway?

She made things exciting.

Whatever you were doing,
she made you feel like

you're part of the best
thing in the world.

It could be buying groceries.

It didn't matter.

I never was adventurous,
but she made me feel like I was.

And now, it's like this
thing was taken from me,

and I feel worthless.

- Sorry.
- No, it's okay.

You just need to give it some time.

You guys were in a very serious,
co-dependent relationship.

And it makes sense now
that you feel like...

you can't survive without her.

Maybe it'll help if you go
home, pack up her stuff

and just put it in a box.

As long as I have this,

it's fucking impossible
to keep her out of my mind.

I see it, and I just remember how
she convinced me of all people to get it

when I've always been completely opposed
to tattoos.

How did she convince you?

It's like...

we're all searching
for a larger meaning.

And Sidney was it for me.

Maybe I've always been
searching for a reason

with all the crazy shit
going on in the world.

She was persuasive.

It's like staring at the sun.

You know you should probably stop,

but it's the most intense
feeling in the whole world

that you can't help but look.

And being the one in her favor...

there's nothing better.

So he planned the proposal,

but is anxious because
he's still cheating with his co-worker.

How long has that been going on?

About a year.

- He shouldn't marry her.
- Uh, that's not for us to decide.

We're here to address his issues,
not make his decisions.

I'm sorry. I just feel like we've been

hearing about his rampant
cheating stories

for the past year straight.

And now he's getting married.

Well, behavior
change takes a long time.

And he's made growth
in his commitment to his relationship,

so as long as he's showing up
for sessions and putting the work in...

I'm not questioning
that we support our patients,

but if they keep making poor choices,
maybe we need to change tactics.

It's just disheartening that sometimes

all we can do is help them
keep their head above water.

Jean, I understand it
can be frustrating.

We have to trust that
with time comes clarity.

And at the end of the night,

we go home to our lives,
and they lead theirs.

You know, when I used
to think Darryl was cheating on me,

we would have sex, he'd close his eyes,

and I would try and imagine who he
was thinking about the entire time.

How fucked up is that?

And it would turn me on.

You are crazy as hell.

Are you telling me
you've never thought about cheating?

Well, even if I wanted to,
I just don't have time.

Fuck off. Okay, my point is,

even if I was the best
therapist in the world,

there's no way I could cure
anyone's issues with monogamy.

I mean, maybe just get
them to acknowledge it,

which might be even worse.

Ignorance, man, it's underrated.

If I were Hunter, I'd tell that
poor girl to run for the hills,

and I'd tell my patient to find someone
who actually satisfies him.

Yeah, but then Hunter
would get fucking fired,

and he's the only piece of eye candy
in that office, so no, thank you.

But I'm liking this
rebellious spirit, Jeanie.

Means making supervision
that much more tolerable.

Hi, um...

Combo with lamb, please.

I'll take the Greek salad
with dressing on the side, thanks.

Hey, so Friday, I am having people over.

I gotta christen that view.

Yeah.

Friday's tricky for me.
I have dinner with the Faitelsons.

Are you serious?

I thought you were allergic
to the Stepford wives.

I mean, they're not my favorite people,

but they're amusing,
and it's convenient.

You know what? If I was your therapist,

I would tell you,
you need to let go a little.

Can't remember the last
time we did anything real.

- That was all.
- Oh.

- That's, uh, not true. Thank you.
- Thank you.

I do not bullshit you, my friend.

Hey, my next appointment
isn't till four.

I need a Brazilian. Want to head uptown?

Oh, 'cause that's so fun?

I have a two o'clock. I should head
back, especially after this morning.

Where'd that rebellious
spirit go, Jeanie?

Your office is so corporate.

Thank you.

You think you'd want to make it,
like, warm or something.

You said on the phone it was urgent.

My friend Drew said her mom came, and
you're like some miracle worker, so...

I'm not a miracle worker.

Therapy's a serious commitment,
and it begins with communication.

So let's start with why you're here.

It's a pretty brutal story.
Are you sure you can handle it?

This is a safe space, Allison.

Well, I got into Fordham, okay?

Studying, like, history.

And I'm talking to this
guy, Allister, from Berlin.

I mean, long story,
but I got into pills.

First just, like, for
work, and whatever,

then it got kind of out of hand.

What kind of pills?

First just, like, Adderall, you know?
Shit to help me concentrate.

And then some other stuff.

Anyway, the point is
that shit's expensive,

like, real pricey.

And my mom works really hard
to make tuition.

She's a receptionist
at this healthcare place,

and I don't qualify for financial aid
'cause my dad has problems with the IRS.

Just another fucked up story
from a dysfunctional girl.

Anyway, so I stole a check
and used it for drugs.

And what happened?

What do you think happened?

I had to drop out.

And now I don't know what to do.

Have you told your mom?

That's the thing, I can't.

'Cause as if this isn't
a fucking nightmare as it is,

my mom just got the
results of a CT scan,

and it turns out she has lung cancer.

So, no, I'm just the
biggest disappointment,

and that's how she'll remember me.

I'm really sorry to hear that.

Why? You just met me.

Can I ask...

what made you keep going with the drugs?

It's the fucking high, man.

It's like without it,
shit's just gray, you know?

It's like you never felt
a single fucking thing

walking around this place
until it goes through your body.

And I would do it all over again,

knowing everything, too.

It was just beyond my control.

You ever felt like that?

- What can I get for you?
- I'll take an Americano, decaf, thanks.

Actually, what kind of wine do you have?

Living on the edge, huh?

Pinotgrigio, chardonnay
or the house red that's pretty shit?

I'll take a chardonnay.
Thanks.

Name for the order?

Diane.

- This isn't...
- It's better, trust me.

You know this band?

Yeah, it's mine.

We play a show every Friday.

Cool.

Have you always been into coffee?

It's a job.

Yeah, makes sense.

You, you must have
some kind of serious job, huh?

I'm a writer.

You don't look like a writer.

Yeah, well, I'm a journalist,
so it can be kind of corporate.

Anything I would have read?

No.

I do mostly freelance,
op-ed pieces, things like that.

What?

It's just, you're not exactly
our typical kind of customer.

It's not a bad thing.

It's actually kind of hot.

I'm Sidney, by the way.

- I'm...
- Diane.

I won't forget this time.

Hi.

Ya!

Ya!

It's Dylan, Jack and Holden.

Ella's not going?

She doesn't want to camp.

I'm not sure about you sleeping over
with just boys, honey.

Why? They're more fun.

I'll call Dylan's mom.
Maybe you can just go for the day.

That's not fair!

I understand
you might feel that way, honey,

but I just don't think it's a good idea.

- How was school?
- Boring.

Homework, shower, PJs.

Hear me?

- Can I get a yes?
- Yes.

Ow, shit.

- Hey.
- Hey, honey.

Hi, Harold, hey, how are you?

I hear we're cooking tonight?

Don't get too excited.
I just put a pizza in the oven.

Aw, Lex said you were making something.

Oh, is that what Lex said?

Yes, it is.

Well, I was gonna do a whole shop,
but I figured I'd go with the car.

Doll upstairs?

Yeah, and I spoke with Miss Finnegan,

and even with the extra time,

her scores still haven't improved.

She's got her whole life
to worry about grades.

Yeah, I just want to rule out ADHD.

We're not giving her Ritalin.

I didn't say anything about drugs.

If we take her to somebody,
they're going to prescribe it.

You know that, right? You know that.

Daddy!

Is that my little ninja?

Ha!

How was school?

How are you? Throw the football?

- We are.
- All right, come on.

This pizza's sexy.

Do you know what that means, honey?

Yes, uh, cool.

Like Star Wars. Star Wars is so sexy.

Mm.

Well, actually it's a... adult word

that we use to describe
a person who's...

pretty.

Are you sexy, Daddy?

Uh, well, I'm mediocre.

But do you know who's really sexy?

- Who?
- Your mom.

Does that make me sexy?

Um, one day you will be, honey, yeah.

But not for a very,
very, very long time.

Hey, honey,
did you make a decision about the hotel?

- We need to book it.
- Alexis is looking into it.

Oh, I'm surprised she's not joining us.

What do you tell women
who come to you with jealousy issues?

I just know her type,
young and eager to please.

Well, in that case, sounds great.

I'm gonna text her right now.

Shut up.

- Daddy?
- Mm-hmm?

Can I watch a show on the iPad?

No, you may not, it's time for bed.

- Please, just one show.
- No.

Dolly, upstairs, please.

Upstairs, please.
You gotta go to bed.

I'll clean up.

You go deal with Little Miss Sexy.

- Delicious meal.
- Hm.

It's just crazy to think someone can
have that kind of power over your life.

You're not getting emotionally
involved again, are you?

No, of course not.

Just reminds me of that
time before Dolly,

when I was losing my mind,
breaking up with you every other day.

You were fine.

No, you were fine.

You threw yourself into work.
I think that's how you made partner.

I don't know if that's a good thing.

Just miss that feeling sometimes.

Oh, my God, are you fucking kidding me?

I don't. It was a roller
coaster every day.

I know, but...

You know, um...

Actually, Larin invited me

to a thing on Friday night.

We have a dinner at the Faitelson's.

I know, I just...

I just feel like I haven't done
anything fun in a while.

Ooh, I'm gonna pretend
I didn't hear that.

You know what I mean.

That's just...

Shouldn't Alexis be out on a date
as opposed to e-mailing you right now?

Hey.

She's not my type, for the record.

Good.

'Cause you are definitely my type.

- Oh, yeah?
- Mm-hmm.

What are you gonna do about it?

Watch out.

Hey.

- Good?
- Yeah.

Oh.

Bye, sweetie.

Hey, want to go play Fruit Ninja?

Oh, hi, I was wondering,
do you have Chance by Chanel?

Yes. We also carry
Chanel No.5, or our new...

Just that one, thanks.

Hey, honey, I just bought
you the cutest little...

It's Alexis.

Oh, sorry, Alexis.
I was just shopping for ties.

Yeah, Dolly's school called.

- Is everything all right?
- Oh, yes, yes, sorry.

You should start with that, okay?

They need you to go down there.

It's nothing serious, but something
happened with a girl in her class.

Is Michael there?
Can I talk to him?

He just stepped into a meeting.

They tried calling you,
but said your phone was off.

Yeah, I was just...

Okay, I'm on my way.

Of course we want her
to express herself,

but we can't have this in a classroom.

Can I ask if Dolly kissed a boy,

would that be grounds
for this conversation?

Sorry, I have to ask.

Jean, we teach this
to be a safe space for our children,

which means no hitting, no touching,
and that includes affection.

I mean, gender has little to do with it,
or rather, nothing to do with it.

Right, I get it, but they're kids.

I mean, it doesn't really mean anything.

It wasn't just the kiss.

She also told Sadie
she wasn't really a girl,

and when Sadie said she
was, she kept insisting.

Yeah, Michael and I are dealing with it.

Not like when we were young, huh?

This sexuality stuff starts early.

He was basically implying
that she's either trans or a lesbian.

Okay, well, so what?
How is that even relevant?

Right, it's not like we're gonna
send her to conversion therapy.

Hold on.

- Who's texting?
- Larin.

It's just about the thing tonight.

Oh, my God.

- God, I'm so not in the mood for this.
- You were the one that suggested it.

I thought it was a
good idea at the time.

- You okay? You seem a little nervous.
- I'm fine.

- Jean!
- Hey, Holly!

Michael.

Well, apparently they're
getting divorced.

Colin was always such
a flirt, very touchy,

always telling me
how fit I looked, remember?

Was he having an affair?

I'm convinced it was their nanny.

And they have that Australian au pair
who lives with them, I mean, come on.

Do you know if it's true?

- It's just my personal theory.
- Oh.

You guys have way too
much time on your hands.

You're lucky.
You get the benefit of the gossip

without having to show up
to every school event.

Touché.

Oh, by the way,
Eleanor signed up to bring brownies

to the bake sale this year.

Oh, but I always do the brownies.

Sorry, she called it.
Oh, we do need a pie, though.

No, can't we just do two sets
of brownies? I mean, it's...

Oh, remember Maggie's mother
bought that cherry pie last year

from Stop and Shop?

Oh! I mean, I know she works, but...

She is a single mother.

I can give you this beautiful recipe
for a pear cardamom pie.

- That sounds complicated.
- Oh, it's simple.

Apple or pumpkin would be fine.

Apple's boring. Maybe pecan?

No, with the kids' nuts
allergies, we could stay away from that.

Oh, does it really fucking matter?

I mean, it's an elementary
school bake sale.

They won't know the difference.
Can you do this, please? I can't.

You okay?

Yeah, I'm fine. I'm just tired.

And I'm not in the mood to bake a pie.

Well, I'll get some more.

Actually, do you guys have any bourbon?

Since when are you into bourbon, Jeanie?

I don't know, just feel like a change.

Oh, adventurous.

I've got some Bulleit, Woodford Reserve.

Do you drink it straight?

- On the rocks.
- Ah.

On a scale of one to ten,
how bad was that?

I don't know
why we need that info on those hotels.

You are far too accommodating.

I'm strategic. Sometimes it's
easier just to appease someone.

Well, that soufflé was to die for.
Definitely a ten.

Mm, it was. I should have married her.

Go for it.
I'd love to see that.

I'd rather eat frozen pizza
the rest of my life.

You know, I think I can still make it.

- Where?
- To Larin's, remember?

She's having a thing
at her new apartment.

You want to go now?

Yeah.
She'll be so shocked if I just show up.

- But you're drunk, honey.
- No, I'm not.

You don't think I know
when you're drunk?

You say it like I'm breaking the law.
I'm of age, you know?

You really want me to take you to the
train station right now, like this?

Like what?

Hi, excuse me.

Can I get an old-fashioned?

- What kind of bourbon?
- Uh, Bulleit?

She just...
she doesn't treat you right.

- Yeah, yeah.
- That's what I'm saying, I swear.

If you objectify them,
you're an asshole.

And then if you don't,

you're still fucked.

Oh!

- Shit!
- Shit, I'm so sorry.

- Damn it.
- Man, you're an idiot.

Let me get you another drink.

- No, it's fine.
- Here, I got you.

I got it. I got it, thank you.

Dude, offer to pay for her dry cleaning.

- Oh, yeah, okay.
- No, don't worry.

It's fine, I'm leaving.

♪ Do you let me win when you play me? ♪

♪ Do you let me win? ♪

♪ Do you let me win ♪

♪ When you play with me? ♪

♪ I'd like to know ♪

♪ Yeah, I'd like to know ♪

♪ 'Cause I swear that I ♪

♪ Yeah, I see you smiling ♪

♪ Tell me, baby, is there something ♪

♪ That you're hiding? ♪

♪ Do you bet it all when you play me? ♪

♪ Do you bet it all? ♪

♪ Do you bet it all when you play me? ♪

♪ I'd like to know ♪

♪ I'd like to know ♪

♪ Do you let me win when you play me? ♪

♪ Do you let me in? ♪

♪ Do you let me in ♪

♪ When you play with me? ♪

♪ I'd like to know ♪

♪ I'd like to know, oh, baby ♪

♪ I'd like to know ♪

♪ I'd like to know ♪

You lost?

Oh, hi.

You came after all.

Yeah, you guys were great, all of you.

- Yeah?
- Yeah.

This is Frances.

This is Diane.

Hey, nice to meet ya.

Nice to meet you, too. Great job.

Thanks, man... Miss.

All right, ladies,
I'm gonna go find Paige.

Have fun.

- You want?
- I shouldn't.

I won't tell anyone.

You are persuasive.

- So, you liked the show?
- Yeah.

You have a real presence. It's rare.

So, is he your boyfriend?

- Frances?
- Hmm.

No.

I don't really do that anymore.

- Do what?
- Relationships.

Well, serious ones.

Wow, you must have really gotten burnt.

No, actually,
I was just in a messy situation.

What was the situation?

It's really not worth going into.

No, I want to know what kind of person
you would be with.

Well, he's the opposite
of anyone I'd choose now.

He was this sweet guy, the sweetest,

but so needy and dependent.

It was sad.

He kept clinging to me
for his, like, sustenance.

I was just so fucking bored.

You know what that feels like,

when you're climbing out of
your skin, completely trapped?

The worst part is,
he'd make me feel guilty.

Tell me how he'd, like,

kill himself if I left,
all this bullshit.

- Was he serious?
- I mean, yeah.

Getting out a knife,
saying he'd slit his wrists.

Like, do you think that makes someone
want to stay with you?

When you have nothing of your own?

Let's get a drink.

- What, now?
- Yeah.

Or are you busy or something?

- Aren't you busy?
- Nope.

Well, don't you have a ton
of people here, friends?

No one I care to hang with.

Unless you're not free.

Fine, one drink.

So, Frances is just a
friend and so is Jack.

Seems you have quite
the adventurous life.

Are you calling me a slut?

'Cause I'm not.

I prefer open-minded.

We can't all be so pure like you.

You think I'm so straight-laced.

No, I could shock you, trust me.

That's pretty tough.

My parents are divorced,

so I spent summers road tripping
through Europe with my dad.

They were the highlight of everything.

I'd literally count down the days,
like a naïve idiot,

till he'd come pick me up.

Anyway, this one time,
we were 42 minutes into the drive,

barely left my shitty town,

when the police stopped us.

My dad was a fucking criminal, a liar.

Real disappointment.

So, five years old, holding my
"Beauty and the Beast" comforter,

I was escorted by the
police back to my house.

I understood then the key to happiness.

And what's that?

Active denial.

I looked at that thing, and...

and I didn't see it as real.

It was this one thing that happened,
and I went about my day,

pretending all was cool.

What happened to your dad?

Supposedly in prison.

I mean, I haven't seen him in ages,
and I don't ever think about him,

which I count to be
my Christmas gift every year.

But what about you?
Tell me what you write about.

Mostly about people.

What about them?

Just...

there's so much we don't understand.

I like to see beneath the surface,
subtext. Like, for example...

How vain it is to sit down and write
when you've not stood up to live.

Thoreau.

- I like it.
- Hmm.

But I feel like I've lived, or used to.

Back in the day I was
a little more wild.

- But now I...
- Now what?

Nothing.

You never wanted to get married?

I tried it once.

Just feel like we change so much.

How on Earth are you supposed to know

who you'll want to be with ten years
from now?

I couldn't agree more.

- Uh, I, um...
- What is it?

Nothing, I just, uh,

stayed much longer than
I thought I would.

So? What's the rush?

Uh...

Work. Deadlines.

Well, that sucks.

I really like talking to you.

- Who's this?
- Uh, that's my niece, my sister's kid.

- She's adorable.
- Thanks.

- You know, you smell like me.
- What?

Chance, Chanel?

It's just a gift box.

I can't explain it, but...

there's something about you
that reminds me of me.

- Hi.
- Hi.

Good morning.

- Good morning, Alexis.
- Alan called, he wants to see you.

Did he say why?

No, but word on the street is
his daughter-in-law just gave birth,

and he's taking off to Florida.

How was your weekend?

I ate soufflé, drank scotch.

I love soufflé. Thanks for the invite.

Oh, yeah, please.

Jean already thinks I spend
too much time talking to you.

Can you just give me
five minutes, okay?

No.

I haven't seen her in two
months. She barely answers her phone.

So this weekend,
when she canceled, I blew up!

Why do you think she's avoiding me?

It's impossible for me
to speculate on Rebecca's life.

I only have access to you.

I think she's just busy.

If she were dating,
that would be a good enough reason.

I used to hope that she wasn't picking
up because she was having sex.

That would be fine by me, you know?

I understand your concern,
but by giving her space,

you might show her
that you're respecting her boundaries.

I'm furious...

that she won't give her mother any time.

Her job is more important.
The gym is more important.

Even her weekly blow-out every Monday.

That she has time for.

And I've been to that salon.
It's really not very nice.

Rebecca loves you, Claire.
Just give it some time.

Emotions change like the wind.

Michael Holloway's office.

Hi, Alexis, is Michael there?

He's just finishing up a call.
Can I have him return?

Uh, actually, it's kind of important.

I need to talk to him about the hotel.

Yeah, I'm just waiting on the go ahead.

His schedule got a bit turned around
with the Abernathy case.

Oh, can you just put him on?
I really need to speak to him.

I understand, I think
if we just concentrate more on...

Jean, Belize.

Um, I'm gonna have to
call you right back, okay?

Sorry, thank you.

Putting you through.

Hey, honey.

Fucking watch it!

Oh, whoa, wait a second.

Oh, honey, listen,
I don't want to keep nagging you,

but I really want to know
that you booked the tickets

and the flights before they get crazy.

You have no idea
how much I'm looking forward to this.

Honey, we're gonna need to push.

What? Are you serious?

I already took off my days.

Alan is going out of town.
It's just terrible timing.

I'm really, really sorry.

I promise, we will go.

Alexis, can we get Bill
on the line, please?

I'll get him on the other line now.

I'm sorry, honey,
I'm really busy right now.

Can we talk about this when I get home?

No...

I don't want to talk about it.

Come on, honey, don't be mad.

I'm not mad. I'm just disappointed.

Anyway, listen, I'm at my appointment.
I'll see you at home, okay?

I thought I was the only one
who did this during lunch hour.

It's like my salvation.

I did it. I put her stuff in a box.

Good.

But then I didn't know
if I should ship it.

It seemed so formal or something,
so I decided just bring it to her.

I knew it was her shift today
at the coffee shop.

You okay? You seem okay.

Yeah, it was, it was fine.

We talked for a few minutes, caught up.

She told me a little bit
about her show the other night.

What did she say?

Not much, just how excited she was.

How she wished I could have seen it.

I used to love seeing her perform.

I always felt like,
even if it was a full house,

like... like I was the
only one in the audience.

You know, I was thinking, Sam,

is it possible that you came on
too strong with Sidney?

What do you mean? Today?

No, in general.

She just seems so independent
and free-spirited,

from the way you describe her.

Maybe she felt claustrophobic.

I don't understand
why you're telling me this.

You said the other day
you had nothing except Sidney.

It's never a good idea to put
that kind of pressure on someone.

I didn't force her to stay.

We were in love,

and then she got scared.

Decided she needed
to experience more shit.

More people.

So she's dating?

No, she actually told me
she's not interested in any guys.

So she's interested in women?

No. What?

Well, the way you...

Anyway, it's very common
for young women to dally or try things.

Well, she's straight,
if that's what you're asking.

I mean, she never even had
that many close girlfriends.

I mean, I would know, right?

Yeah, I'm sure you would.

Well, anyway, I could
tell she's unhappy.

How?

I just felt it.

It was small things, but I could see it.

Well, sounds like she's finding her way,

figuring out a lot.

I mean, aren't we all figuring it out?

Not to make it about
the past or anything,

but Sid's dad died when she was 11.

Wait, her dad? I thought...

Yeah, she was at camp.

She spent summers in
America, 'cause of her mom,

and one day her mom drives
up there and just tells her.

She didn't even get
to go to the funeral.

Never got closure.

I think that's where
her trust issues come from.

I'm really the only guy
she's ever trusted.

So, yeah, I know her,

probably better than she knows herself.

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