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[cicadas chirping]

[counting in in French]

[Bertie] I'm sorry, one more
time. [clears throat]

[both singing the melody]

The two extra beats.

I hate this song, sorry.

What?

The song?

Come on, listen.

[singing in French]

♪ Tell me you love me ♪

[singing in French]

♪ Two extra beats
And then we go ♪

[takes a deep breath]

-You okay?
-Mm-hmm.

Let's do it again.

Okay.

Actually give me,
give me one second.

-Yeah sure, sure.
-My head is killing me.

[Bertie sighs]

[door bell rings]

Fred?

[door bell rings]

Fred!

[dramatic guitar music]

[cicadas chirping]

It's leaking?

The pool
is leaking?

-Okay.
-Okay.

-Okay.
-Okay.

[drum brushing,
music pace picks up]

[car door closes]

You okay?

What if she doesn't
want to see me?

[sighs]

She loves surprises.

She hates surprises.

You'll be fine.
I'll be back tonight.

Wait, you're not coming in?

-I have a gig in town
I have to do.
-[groans softly]

Hey, did I mention
I'm happy you're here?

Get outta here.

Play well.

[car engine starts, drives away]

[cicadas chirping]

[door opens]

[bottle clinks]

[water running]

[soft guitar music]

Oh, shit.

I usually have coffee,
but you're here, so.

You look great, Bert.

It's the sun.

I do not miss that
New Orleans humidity.

Cheers.

Nice house.

Mm. Yeah, right.

High maintenance though.

The plumber was just here
for like four hours.

What's with the tiny windows?

They used to keep silkworms up
there in the attic.

I don't know much else.
[giggles]

So you moved back to
New Orleans, huh?

Mm-hmm.

About a year ago.

Hmm.

You still dating Cody, Yoni,
what was her name?

Klobe.

I knew that woman was crazy.

I know.

And you guys got married.

We did.

[Bertie] Okay.

Might have to clear some stuff
out of there, so...

[exhales]

[cicadas chirping]

Is this okay?

Yeah.

How long are you staying?

Probably just the weekend.

I know you guys have your tour.

Uh, so I was thinking of
heading to Spain.

There's clean sheets
in there if you like.

[soft guitar]

It's market day today in town,
if you want to go.

Later, with me.

Right.

[dramatic music]

[Latin-style orchestral music]

-[music continues]
-[indistinct chatter]

Mm...

[indistinct chatter]

OK.

It's-it's-- It's spicy?

[both] Mm...

...over. Can you smell them?

Oh, this is... this is it.

What are these called?

Mirabelles.

-They're yummy.
-[laughs]

So it sounds like you guys are
kind of famous around here,
yeah?

What did Fred tell you?

Nothing.

What?

He's been working
on this big tour all year...

Mm-hmm.

...with a bunch
of "international musicians".

He got some funding from
Switzerland or something.

Yeah, that sounds pretty big.

Yeah.

I don't want to go.

[greeting in French]

-Ah.
-Oui.

-Bonjour.
-Bonjour.

Louis Armstrong.
"What A Wonderful World"!

[all] Au revoir.

Damn, Bert,
your French is horrible.

So when was the last time
you performed?

About six months.

Actually it was
eight months ago.

The soundtrack to my dreams
is Fred playing arpeggios.

He's on all the time.

Well, he's kind of always
been like that, Bert.

Yeah, but in New Orleans
it was cute.

He was catching up.

And here it's like,
we have these gigs

and it's "Fred Carnot's band
and his wife on vocals".

I'm sorry, I cannot get over
that wife thing.

[church bell tolling]

Do they really say that?

Yeah, sometimes.

[trumpet solo, big band music]

-[music continues]
-[inaudible dialogue]

[Bertie and Lane chatting
indistinctly]

...and it's, oh my God, it
smells so good.

Hey, here are my girls.

Hey.

Mm-hmm.

Good surprise,
right?

We'll talk about that later.

This one first, then this one,
then that one.

You sure not the
Duché d'Uzès first?

Who's coming?

Well, it was going to be
just Pierre

because, well, Pierre has been
asking to meet Lane for years,

but then I ran in to Madame
Dubois at the gig

and I had to invite her
and Robert.

Ugh.

Babe, I know but look, Lane is
here, so it's gonna be fun,
right?

Why didn't you call me?
We would have stayed out.

Well, I assumed you'd want to be
here to show Lane off.

We got shallots.

Oh, great.

And ginger?

Nope.

Shit, I forgot the ginger.

[Fred] Okay, it's okay, babe.

It doesn't matter,
it doesn't matter.

It's going to be ginger beef
without ginger.

End of the story.

Think I'm gonna shower.

[door opens]

[door closes]

[Fred] It doesn't matter, babe.

Did you have a good day
with Lane?

[Bertie] What is she doing here?

You invited her, didn't you?

I'm not getting back with her.

You know that, right?

That is just not gonna happen.

[door clicks]

[water splashing]

[pan sizzling]

[pan sizzling]

Salty.

Yeah? Shit.

Mm-hmm.

[Fred] Mm.

Si.

[man] Bertie?

Bertie?

Oh, hey, I'm sorry.

No, it's okay.

They're talking about very
boring things.

How are you?

I'm fine.

Are you happy to see Lane?

Yes.

But I don't remember her from
the wedding.

No.

She couldn't make it.

[laughter]

[soft string music]

Wait, wait, wait. One second.

Thank you.

Oh, wait, Lane.

Here you go.

[indistinct chatter]

[indistinct chatter continues]

[indistinct chatter]

Bertie! Bertie! Enchante!

[telling a story in French]

[all laughing]

What?

Nothing, I'm going to bed.

Okay.

Goodnight.

Night, Bert.

[soft guitar outro]

[Fred] Did you bring
those pills?

[Lane] Oh, yeah.

Is she still not sleeping?

I don't know.

She doesn't tell me anymore.

Since when is she into pills?

You know, you kinda brought her
out of her element here.

She wanted to get out of
New Orleans.

That was the whole point.

Come, go on tour, make money,
get famous.

People go crazy for her here.

And now all I can hear is,
"This music is bad.

Tell them I can't come."

For six months it's
been like this.

It made me look
really, really unprofessional.

Fred.

I know, okay, sorry, okay.

It's just...
it's been difficult.

Why didn't she call me
when her mom died?

Why didn't you call me?

She forbid me to.

I should have been there.

I know.

I needed you.

I would have been there for her,
not for you.

Well, if you had kept in touch,
you would have known.

Honestly, Lane,
I don't know what happened.

Bertie was wrecked.

But, hey...

the way you two do your things
is none of my business.

You're right.

It's not.

[sniffles]

[engine rumbling]

[New Orleans traditional
jazz music]

[trumpet arpeggios in the
background]

[indistinct chatter]

[trumpet arpeggios in
the background]

How many miles did you do?

I lost count.

Is the water supposed
to be this low?

The pool is leaking.

The grapes are kind of weird.

They're wine grapes.

So?

They're not supposed
to be sweet.

[dramatic orchestral music]

Lane, Lane, don't you dare!

[dramatic music finale]

[Lane] Didn't you read
this one already?

[Bertie] Jane Eyre?

I read that one like 12 times.

You really do love a prince
charming fairytale, don't you?

That makes sense.

What are you doing here, Lane?

Came to check out
this fancy new life of yours.

To make sure you're okay.

So you disappear, never call,

and after two years later you
just show up

to see if I'm okay?

Bert, I tried to get in touch
when I found out about your mom.

Yeah, well, I was busy
with the wedding and all.

So what?

You guys got married so you
could come live in France?

Actually, I just wanted us
to get married.

Seemed like the right time,
like it made sense.

I didn't think I needed to talk
to you about it.

You'd been gone for so long.

Yeah, well.

You were gonna get married
whether I was around or not,
right?

[Fred ruffles sheet]

[Bertie] It looks like
rehearsal's over.

I'm gonna go make lunch.

[indistinct chatter]

He called you, didn't he?

When did he call?

A couple of weeks ago.

Can't believe he did that.

Come on, Bert, you have a
husband who cares about you.

Be happy.

[Fred speaking indistinctly
on the phone]

[groans]

Can I see pictures
of the wedding?

[Fred lights cigarette]

I mean you did, you did take
pictures of the wedding, right?

Yeah, of course.

Yeah, of course, yeah.

My friend Mahmoud was the
photographer.

Not being on Instagram means I
miss out on a lot of stuff.

[Fred] Got some on my phone,
actually.

[Lane] Great.

Let me just check.

Here you go.

Here you go.

That was on the way
to city hall.

It was actually really rainy

so we didn't get to have a ton
of outside pictures

but these ones are great.

Hmm. Joanne was there?

Yes. She was Bertie's
maid of honor.

Oh.

Oh, and you had a second line.

Yes.

-Really cool, that's great.
-That was really fun.

Awesome.

Cool, yeah, that's great.

That's all I got in here, but I
can show you the rest later.

Yeah, I'd love to.

[Fred] So what do you guys want
to do today?

We can go for a ride,
for a hike.

We can go to my friend's winery.

This is his wine actually.

I think I gotta go back to bed.

Oh. Jet leg killing you?

Yeah, I'm just not feeling it
all of a sudden.

Okay.

Well, I need to practice anyway.

Actually, tonight
there's a party.

It's Valerie's birthday.

Oh, really?

Yeah.

Lane, you're going to love it.

Like a lot of great people,
really nice, calm and intimate.

We usually end up playing.

Maybe a good chance for you to
get back into a couple of songs,
babe.

Maybe.

Babe, it's going to get harder
if you don't push through.

And plus this is the best
environment to practice in.

People are going to get drunk
and have fun.

Don't push yourself
if it's not gonna feel good.

So there's this massage therapy
training program in Barcelona

and I think I'm going to do it.

So, Fred, I could really use
your help writing

to the instructor,
kind of talk about my plans.

Massage therapy?

Mm-hmm.

You know, it's just like
something I really wanna do.

I can do it anywhere.

And I'm sick of trying
to work for other people.

It seems kind of random.

Couldn't you find something like
that to do around here?

And when does it start?

I was thinking next week,

but, you know,
it's actually kind of flexible.

It's just like with this woman
in her house, so.

What?

[laptop trackpad clicks]

[shuts laptop]

[thud]

[piano playing downstairs]

Did I wake you?

Mm-mm.

Did Fred tell you to
bring those?

Mm-hmm.

My God, he's so worried.

Should he not be?

Pills is not what I need,
nor what I want.

[piano music continues]

[Lane] Did Fred go out?

He's at a rehearsal.

[piano music continues]

[breathing heavily]

Lane.

Lane, Lane.

[exhales]

[guitar and accordion music]

[laughter]

Merci.

[indistinct chatter]

[guitar music]

-Oh, hey, good choice.
-[Bertie chuckles]

[dramatic music]

[inaudible dialogue]

[keyboard solo, groovy music]

[indistinct chatter]

Are you sure?
That was when--

Man, I cannot
understand anything

some of these people are saying.

I thought my French was good,

but I don't know what is going
on here.

Yeah, they're super southern.

It's crazy.

Look, about earlier...

My bad.

I mean, you're married now,
right?

That'd be like adultery.

You know that's illegal
in some countries?

Well, I guess the same countries
where being gay is illegal.

So we'd be screwed either way.

Yeah, well, France,
isn't one of those countries.

Fair point.

And so we're clear,

it has nothing to do
with me being married.

I got it.

Who's that?

[Bertie] Oh, that's Noa, she's
from Israel.

Really?

She was in the army
for, like, a few years.

Like how many?

How many? I don't know.

But longer than she had to be.

How was your anti-occupation
work going by the way?

Are you still boycotting
that brand of hummus?

Are you not still boycotting
that brand of hummus?

The French aren't into hummus.

But there's this fish dip thing
that they eat a lot.

Oh, I forgot...
I forgot what it's called.

It's so good though.

Oh, God.

-What's wrong, Bert?
-You're doing that thing.

What thing?

With your eyes, stop it.

I don't know what you're
talking about.

Are you going to pick
a fight with her?

Please don't get all
political on me.

No, she's cute.

I might learn a thing or two.

-Hey.
-[Noa] Hey.

-Hey, Noa.
-Bertie.

-How are ya?
-How are you?

Hey, and you are, the bartender?

-I can be.
-Yeah?

What are you drinking?

I take whisky.

All right.

So you're back from Israel?

Yeah, yeah,
my brother married a French guy,

and then Valerie just said I
could come,

stay here for the rest
of the summer.

Just work on some paintings.

-Okay.
-I promised myself I won't get

too drunk tonight
like last year though.

Oh, yeah, I forgot about that.

Last summer at Valerie's party
I got,

I got a little too crazy
and Bertie here saved my life.

She's good at that.

-Yeah.
-Here.

Thanks.

I'm Noa.

Lane.

You guys seen Valerie's
new car yet?

No. She got another one?

[Lane] Damn.

I know.

You wanna drive?

Can't drive stick.

Americans.

[Lane] You all drive stick
in Israel?

Some of us do.

Learning something already.

There's only two seats.

Guess I'll see you both later.

Sure this is fine?

Yeah, get in.

How drunk are you?

[engine rumbling]

-[dramatic guitar music]
-[engine rumbling]

[dramatic music]

♪ Look away ♪

♪ Your eyes see through me ♪

♪ With your gaze ♪

♪ I'll never be free ♪

♪ Thoughts of you as I awaken ♪

♪ Dawn till dusk,
I'm over taken ♪

♪ One caress,
nothing else matters ♪

♪ Should we touch,
my world falls apart ♪

♪ You cast this spell
I'm under ♪

♪ Never free ♪

♪ Just with the
thought of you ♪

♪ My heart takes wings ♪

♪ Your touch,
your eyes tell me ♪

♪ We are one in my heart ♪

♪ In my soul ♪

♪ My everything... ♪

♪ Must I live ♪

♪ My life without you ♪

♪ Never give ♪

♪ One thought about you ♪

♪ I can't go on and on ♪

♪ It must ♪

♪ Be wrong ♪

[dramatic bass music]

[clinks]

Hey.

Hey.

Great.

Are you a dog or cat?

I'm told I'm a snake.

You're a dog, definitely.

Yeah, I always come
when I'm called.

That's a good quality.

Don't lose that.

Nah, I wanna lose it.

I hate how available I am.

And we dogs are very vulnerable
to snakes.

I imagine Bertie is not someone
who comes when called.

No, ma'am, Bertie says where
and Bertie says when.

So when you were all together...

Mm-hmm.

-Were you and Fred?
-No.

[stutters]

We were friends forever,
but you know.

I can't imagine having
two partners.

It just--
It sounds like a lot of work.

Bertie was good at it.

And you?

Were you always fine
sharing her with Fred?

It could be challenging.

I guess it's just like,
how could you not

love someone
who loves the person you love?

You know?

I guess.

I mean, I tell my girlfriend she
can do whatever she wants
with guys

but that's because men
are obsolete.

True.

In Tel Aviv, we call men a dildo
a with a pulse.

[Lane chuckles]

But then these two got married
last year.

-Yeah, that was not
part of the plan.
-[Noa laughs]

Thank you.

Never get married.

Sorry, one-- one second.

[indistinct chatter]

[Bertie laughing] No, no,
I don't.

Who would allow you to do that?

Oh, okay.

Okay, all right.

[Lane] Can I talk to you
for a sec?

Sure.

What's up?

I think I'm going to bring Noa
back to the house tonight.

What about the... soldier thing?

I don't know, she's cool.

We're not gonna talk about it.

Bertie, you sounded
so wonderful.

Thank you, Pierre.

No, really.

I really missed your voice.

We've been sounding really bad.

Oh, come on now. [mumbles]

We missed you at rehearsal
yesterday.

I had some things to take care
of, so. [chuckles]

I hope you'll consider singing
with us again for the tour.

-Hey, babe, let's go home.
-Mm.

Let's go.

Okay.

See you later.

Oh, you're staying?

Just for a little bit.

-Well, maybe I'll stay
a bit too.
-No, no, no.

We're going home, let's go.

Fred.

[indistinct chatter]

[sighs]

You're different when
Lane's here.

You like to impress her.

It's nice.

Do you wish I did that
more for you?

You used to do that for me.

But never for me like
you do for her.

I hate you for bringing her here
without asking me.

Come on, Bertie.

You're happy to see her again.

Look at you tonight.

Don't tell me
what I'm feeling, Fred.

And what, you want her to move
in and stay here?

Why not?

Don't we have more fun when
she's around?

[exhales] Come on, Fred.

What would she even do here?

Be a massage
therapist apparently.

Massage.

Massage.

[crickets chirping]

[classical guitar music]

[door opens loudly]

[loud footsteps]

Is this Noa?

[Lane and Noa giggling]

[thud]

[door closes]

Wow.

[bolero music]

Let me see those
sleeping pills, babe.

I can't believe
you told her to bring me those.

Yeah, well, if you don't mind...

I'm gonna take one.

-Are you serious?
-[loud thud]

-Oh, yeah.
-[Lane and Noa giggle]

[music continues]

[moaning]

[moaning sounds]

-[Noa] Can I?
-Yes.

-[bolero music picks up]
-[moaning continues]

[speaking in Hebrew]

[moans]

[cicadas chirping]

-Hey.
-[door closes]

Hey.

Coffee?

Yes, please.

This house is amazing.

[Fred] Thank you,
it's my parents'.

Have some breakfast.

You guys had fun at the party
last night?

Oh, yeah.

Valerie's parties are the
highlight of every summer.

[Bertie] Mm-hmm.

For me too.

And you sounded amazing
last night.

Thank you.

When are you going back
to Israel?

In a few days.

I'm super bummed though,
there's that local festival
with the bulls

and the swimming pool
happening next weekend.

Really wanted to go.

You like those?

Yeah, it's super funny.

I can't stand those things.

Why?

All those crazy animals.

Could kill all those kids.

Isn't that the point?

[both chuckle]

[door opens]

Good morning.

-Good morning.
-Morning.

Hi.

You guys sleep okay?

Yeah. Very well.

Like a rock.

Yeah, me too.

Think I'm finally
getting over that jet lag.

[Noa] I love that you don't have
air conditioning.

I keep begging Valerie
to turn hers off all summer.

Oh, yeah? You like to sweat?

[Noa] I like sweating
when I sleep.

[Lane] Hmm. Me too.

I guess we were sweating
a lot last night.

You're a Saints fan?

I'm a science fan?

Saints, do you, are you a fan?

-It's your shirt.
-Oh, yeah, big one.

So me and Fred,
we were just talking

about going to the river today.

[Fred] Yes?

You wanna come?

I'd love to, I don't wanna
intrude though.

No please, come.

Our car has four seats.

[clarinet solo,
traditional jazz music]

Yeah, yeah. We should go.

-All right.
-[Lane] Yeah, we should.

-Babe, can you hand me
some of that?
-[Lane] I got it.

[Fred] Cool.

[traditional jazz music swells]

[indistinct chatter]

[Lane] So how old is Noa anyway?
Like 25?

[Bertie] Probably.

[Lane] And?

[Bertie] Nothing. You just
usually like them older.

She spoke Hebrew to me
while we were having sex.

Really?

It messed me up,
I was super into it.

[Bertie] Damn.

I know.

Yeah, soccer is very popular.

-You wanna get my back?
-Mm-hmm.

Are you really serious about
this massage therapy thing?

I think so.

You sure it's not an excuse for
you to keep touching people all
the time?

Whatever.

All right, well,
let's see what you got.

Okay.

Did you see that...

[Bertie] Damn,
I'm not gonna lie.

I miss having sex with women.

Ouch!

So what, there's no queers
around here?

No, and if there are, I don't
know where they're hiding.

Hey.

-Hi.
-Hi.

How's the water?

Fucking freezing.

How's the massage going?

Yeah, she's all right.
Needs a little work.

Fuck you.

What, I'm just kidding.

You were great.

Can I try?

You know I'm not gonna say no.

Oh.

They teach you this in army?

Oh, yeah.

I got so good I could ask
whatever I wanted from anyone.

Oh, I bet you could.

What kind of things
you trade for?

Uh, depended I guess.

Sometimes a favor,
sometimes just cleaning my gun.

Oh.

You ever trade it for sex?

No, never needed to
trade for sex.

Did you even get horny
during all that army time?

Like all that violence,
isn't that a turn off?

Bertie, come on.

What, I'm interested.

No, you're not.

Yes, I am.

You should get yourself
a massage therapist.

You're really tight.

Sorry.

It's okay.

[bell tolling distantly]

[slow French music]

[French song playing]

[song continues]

[sheep bleating]

[song continues]

[song continues]

[slow big band music]

Hey.

Hey.

Come dance with me.

[Fred sighs]

-Lane.
-Hmm.

What are you doing?

What do you mean
what am I doing?

I thought you came here to
figure things out with Bertie.

I did.

Right, so you're just doing it
the Lane way?

Do you think I should be getting
down on my knees

and begging her to take me back?

Don't you think you
owe her that?

No, I don't.

And if you really think that's
the way to get Bertie's
attention,

then I really wonder
if you even know her at all.

Look, stop fucking around.

Do you think this is fun for me?

Well, that's you,
just thinking about having fun.

When are you going
to take things seriously?

You want me to come move to
France and play happy family
with you guys?

Do you still love her?

Do you?

You know that her career is the
most important thing to her.

More important
than either of us has ever been.

And she hasn't sung
like she sung last night.

Since you left.

And I know I'll never have that
effect on her.

This really is all
about your tour.

Isn't it?

[thunder rumbling]

[thunder rumbling distantly]

[indistinct chatter]

Merci!

Merci!

Excusez moi! Excusez moi.

What'd you get?

Some fish,
I'm going to cook tonight.

Catfish?

[laughs] No, similar.

They don't have catfish here
but similar.

All right.

Doesn't Fred hate
the catfish though?

He has a gig tonight.

Can I invite Noa?

No, nope, no, just, yup,
kidding.

Oof. Okay.

[pan sizzling]

Do you want me to stay?

Because I could go. If you
don't, I could go tomorrow.

Lane, you disappeared.

With no explanation.

How could you do that?

And now you're back,
again with no explanation.

Sitting here trying to get me
to tell you what to do.

Do you want me to just
love up on you?

Like I used to?

Just because you came back?

I don't know
what Fred has been telling you,

but my happiness
is not tied to you

and it's not tied to him.

If you want to stay, fine.

Great, we'll see how it goes.

But if you want
to go fuck around in Madrid,

you can do that too.
And that'd be fine with me too.

I don't care. I...

I don't have the space to care.

You don't have
to hold everything on your own.

There's two of us here
who care about you,

who love you, who are willing to
catch you if you would
just let us.

What the hell happened
in your life

that made you wind up here
trying to get back into mine?

Because that's what you do,
right?

You get up, set shit on fire

and find another creek
to fish in.

I know I have my fair share
of troubles.

But I don't drag people
through my shit like you do.

Drag me, Bert.

Fucking drag me, I want you to.

I'm here to walk through your
shit with you.

And the way you do that
is by bringing a girl over

that you just met
and fucking her in my house?

The day after you get here.

Well, there was a time
that would entice you.

I guess not anymore, hmm?

Well, you know me, Bert.
Setting shit on fire as always.

Thank you for the fish,
it was delicious.

[bass and oud dramatic music]

-[music fades]
-[crickets chirping]

[crickets chirping continues]

[exhales]

Can I?

Yes.

[breathing heavily]

Close the door.

[exhales]

[both panting]

[Lane] Got you.

[both panting]

[moaning]

-[indistinct chatter]
-[both panting]

[Lane] This twist.

[both panting]

[both moaning]

[door opens]

[door closes]

[solo congas music]

[birds chirping]

[music continues]

[Bertie] Lane?

Lane?

[panting]

[cicadas chirping]

[medieval style guitar
and bass music]

[bird cawing]

[music continues]

[door opens]

Lane?

[Fred] Bertie?

-Hey.
-Hey.

The guys are almost here.

Okay, I'm just making
some rehearsal snacks.

Oh, thank you, thanks.

You're welcome, you're welcome.

You good?

Mm-hmm!

Where's Lane?

I don't know, I think she went
for a run or something.

Okay.

I'm gonna join you guys.

[solo oud music]

Noa!

You want to stop?

Rest for a minute?

I hate what she does to me,

I can't even remember
what road I turned on to.

It's kinda cute.

Yeah, right.

Why do you let yourself
get this way?

You don't have to be here.

I don't know.

Obsession?

Addiction.

Beginning the intro--
and then you can come...

come in more...

[indistinct chatter]

Yeah.

[door opens]

So yeah, all this is the same.

Where the hell have you been?

What happened?

Got lost.

Ended up at some castle.

-The ruins?
-Mm.

Lane, that's far as fuck.

One second.

I'm tired.

Yeah, no kidding.

No.

I want you to want me.

I do want you, Lane.

I want all of it.

All of you.

I don't think you do.

I have to go on this tour.

[stutters] I'm going on
this tour.

I know.

But maybe after.

You're just gonna leave me
again, aren't you?

'Cause I'm not giving you want
you want.

[indistinct chatter]

[big band music]

♪ Look away ♪

♪ Your eyes see through me ♪

♪ With your gaze
I'll never be free ♪

♪ Thoughts of you as I awaken ♪

♪ Dawn till dusk,
I'm overtaken ♪

♪ One caress,
nothing else matters ♪

♪ Should we touch,
my world falls apart ♪

♪ You cast the spell
I'm under ♪

♪ Never free ♪

♪ Just with one
thought of you ♪

♪ My heart takes wings ♪

♪ Your touch ♪

♪ Your eyes tell me ♪

♪ We are one ♪

♪ In my heart ♪

♪ In my soul ♪

♪ My everything ♪

[dramatic music]

[music continues]

♪ Just with one
thought of you ♪

♪ My heart takes a leap ♪

♪ Your touch ♪

♪ Your eyes tell me ♪

♪ We are one ♪

♪ In my heart ♪

♪ In my soul ♪

♪ My everything ♪

[vocalizing]

[closing theme music playing]

[music continues]

[music continues]