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♪ It's been such a long time ♪

♪ I think I should be goin'
yeah ♪

♪ And time doesn't wait for me ♪

♪ It keeps on rollin' ♪

♪ It's been such a long time ♪

♪ I think I should be goin'
yeah ♪

♪ And time doesn't wait for me ♪

♪ It keeps on rollin' ♪

Wexler Literary Agency.

Bernie, is Bernie there?

Whoa, whoa, whoa!
Why am I firing Lucien?

That kid is spying on me.

He's been delivering
your groceries.

Just finds this after
Carmelita died.

Why, why am I firing him now?

Lucien, he's spying on me.

Listen,
I need the first two chapters.

I told you,
all my characters are dead.

I can't get past the first page.

Look, my god.
Charlie, hiding in that house

is tipping you towards
a psychotic spiral, all right?

I need you to pull yourself
out of it.

I will fire Lucien.

Just get me pages,
you understand?

They're all dead.

Keep the drama
for the page, please.

You like to research, yes?

So, figure out something
to research

and go research it.

Just get away from the house.

-Fuck.
- Yow, uh, dude,

I got to go. I have lunch
with the iron maiden.

Oh, god!
All dead.

Charlie is in that crazy,
creative phase

like he is moving
into that wild place

that you and I love so much.

We cannot mess with
his creative process.

Charlie's amazing process
has cashed a check

for 1.2 million dollars

and hasn't delivered
one single page in 18 months.

Look, genius takes time.

And you and I both know

this book is gonna
be a blockbuster.

Liz, you are doing great.

I mean, you are the new
Editor-in-Chief

of Rush and Howell.

And the question is why,

because we, you and I,
discovered Charlie.

I am the Editor-in-Chief
of Rush and Howell

because of the numerous,

note that word, "numerous",

acclaimed authors, I have
shepherded over my career.

There's only one, one-trick pony

that is sitting at this table
and that is you.

You have lived off being
Charlie's high school buddy

for decades.

Unless there are some
other star

the Wexler Literary Agency
has discovered

-that I'm not aware of.
-We are...

Mr. Wexler,
your card's been declined.

Yeah, yeah,
this happens

every time I go to Europe.

Oh, does it? No, nope,

I am not gonna pay
for this lunch.

You have two weeks.

If I don't get that first
chapter,

I'm coming after you.

And I'm gonna
come after Charlie.

There's a Dawn Walsh here

and Charlie won't stop calling.

-Hey, Bernie.
-Hi.

You, um, you told me to come by

to talk about my writing.

Oh, shit. That's right, I did.

I'm sorry. It was just so crazy.

Uh, one of my writer is--

um, look, I've been looking,

uh, one of my writers,
Charles Elliston--

is, is looking for a new
assistant

and I've been interviewing
all these students

from Harvard and be--

you-- actually--

maybe it's something
that you'd be interested in.

Me? Yeah, what will,
will I be doing?

Well, I mean, you will be doing

basic sort of assistant stuff,
and making coffee

and cleaning up
after him a little.

Doing his errands.

But you know,
he, he, he's not easy.

He's, um, he's tough.

So? I'm tough.

Yes. And beautiful.

And amazing,

and what happened
between us was crazy.

Bernie,
your wife's on line one.

You're married, you're...

Tell her I'll call her back,
please.

You're a fucking asshole.

No, no, no, no.

What? Did you think I was just
some stupid girl

-No, no, no.
-that you could just lie to?

I, I think--
I think you are a cool girl

and I think that I can help you.

And I think we'll be an amazing
team together.

oh that's such a crock
of shit.

-What?
-You got to talk to Charlie.

-Hold on a sec. Give me...
-He's on line one

-Just talk to Charlie.
-Just give me, hold on a sec.

-What?
-Could you come out and visit?

That would be really,
really nice.

Look,
put in Groundhogs' Split.

No, I--
that is for characterization.

This is much bigger.

Okay. Fine.
Then, go to the dead.

Go to Nassau Coliseum 1990.

Oh, to--
what is the last resort?

-Jesus, right.
-I'm sorry. Just one second.

Tell me it's not
one of your girlfriends.

Seriously, you have anybody new?

I don't know.
Just look, just relax.

-Dude.
- Breathe,

be brilliant,
and keep writing.

Hello?

You do this all the time,
don't you?

I-- no. Look, you wrote a lovely
short story about a dog.

Ugh, fuck off.
You didn't read it.

Okay. Fine.

I didn't, but my assistant did

and it's in the recommend file,
right?

Look, if you take this job,
you'll be working

with one of the best writers
in the entire world,

and I can read it,
and I can help you.

-No, forget it.
-What? Why?

I don't need your fucking help,
all right?

Now, get the fuck out of my way,
piece of shit.

Oh, my god.

There's a guy here from
the Internal Revenue Service.

Huh.

So if you wanna keep
this shitty job and what?

Write here after hours,
night after night, instead--

instead of taking a job working
with Charles Elliston,

probably the coolest novelist
of our time.

I can't take that job.

Um,

Nic, I fucked up, all right?

I slept with Bernie.

You did?

Well, then,
I guess, you're not ready.

Ready for what?

To be a writer,
like, a real writer.

What do you mean by that?

I mean, you,
you can't just sleep

with every potential reader
of your work, Dawn, right?

That's not logistically
possible.

Why don't you just go ahead
and keep writing

anonymous quotes
on that dumbass blackboard

and making other people coffee?

You know, you didn't have to pay
for this one.

What? Dawn, you're this hermit,

secretive type person

and, and you finally,
like, pull it together

and you screw it up?

Like, what?
Uh, at the first opportunity

where someone really wants to
read your work and help you?

Bernie is married, okay?
He's a damn asshole.

-You're the asshole.
-Wow.

Thank you for the career advice.

god, you know, not everyone
can just work hard

and get a scholarship to,
to some fancy goddamn college.

Dawn,
we've been best friends

since you started working here,
okay.

I know you've had it rough.

You can't let that stop you
from living.

And unless you're actually
fragile enough

to give up right now

or to just keep fucking give up,
literally speaking.

Right. I'll let you--
let you lock up.

Do it.

Hi, it's Nic,
you know what to do.

Hey,
I'm sorry about the fight.

I, uh, I did take that gig
after all.

You can't beat a room, board,
and 600 bucks a week,

so I'm on my way
to Charles Elliston's house.

It'll be my "Room of One's Own"

as the badass Virginia
would say.

And, um,
I'm gonna write something.

Who knows? Maybe I'll even
dedicate it to you.

Oh, shit.

It's over.
The Red Socks have lost

the 1975 World Series
to Cincinnati.

Oh, my god. Yes.

Hey. Freeze, motherfucker.

Jesus Christ. I'm Dawn,

I'm Dawn, I'm Dawn.
Bernie sent me.

-What? Who?
-Bernie, your agent.

Is that a remote?

Is that my bell pull?

Yeah.

You want me to clean
around the TV and the computers?

I'm at dinner
with friends right now.

You didn't tell him
I was coming.

I could have been killed.

-He's harmless.

-Hey.
- Please hold.

-Yes?
-Get rid of her.

Get her out of my house
right now.

She said you held her
at gunpoint?

She did?

Yeah, with like,
a remote control?

Look, I'm writing.
Make her go away.

Hold on a sec.

-Yeah?
-He's watching me.

-Give it a week, okay?
- I don't know.

Hold on a second.
Are you watching her?

She's spying on me.
Lose her right now.

Oh, what's all this food?

-Look.
- What?

Uh, I can't keep doing this,
okay?

Just do me a favor,
put up with Dawn,

and give me
the first two chapters.

-Do not call me back.
-What?

And you,
I will put you back on a bus

and send you wherever the hell
it is you came from

unless you can calm down
and handle...

Hey, don't you threaten me.

I will fucking kill you.
You understand?

Okay, okay, okay.

Look, just handle it
and I will--

I will double
your first week pay.

We have no food in this house.

You know what?
I can handle dust and grime.

He is beyond eccentric.

Okay. But Dawn,
he's a genius, okay?

What did you expect?

If I can deal with him,
you can deal with him.

♪ Go a little colder ♪

♪ Yeah, six more
lonely nights ♪

♪ That I'm spending
dead drunk screamin' ♪

♪ Oh oh ♪

--Charlie.

Shit. Shit. I'm sorry.

Get away-- get away from me.

-I'm fine. Get away from me.
-I'm sorry.

Okay. Okay.

-Jesus. I was...

I hope you're okay.

And you're welcome
for cleaning the kitchen.

Leave me alone.

I'm gonna be in the pool house.

-Fucking spoiled brat.

I heard that. I heard that.

Yeah, well, you are.

I spent hours
cleaning that kitchen,

and what kind of a person
dumps his entire can of coffee

on a perfectly clean floor?

I can if I want to.

Oh, yeah. Yeah, you can.
Good for you.

What do you want,
medal of honor?

Don't be sarcastic with me.

Did you want me to be polite?

You're the debutant?

Why can't you be polite?

I can't be polite!

Hello.
It's the Wexler residence.

Dad,
it's the supreme narcissist.

Just because your mother
calls him that,

does not mean that you can.

Now, please tell Uncle Charlie
that I am not home.

Dad says he's not home
and I'm not supposed to call you

the supreme narcissist
even though mom does.

So, goodbye.

--Hey, guys.

Val and I just finished
our meeting.

You figured out a way
to make money

off of vegan crap yet?

Actually, yes.

Seth, would you like to try
the new macaroons

-I just whipped up?
-Yeah.

Nobody should get excited
about vegan cookies.

Uh-huh, he's still your son.

What's up?

Val and I got
the Houseman wedding,

so we're gonna make
50,000 in profit.

You guys are gonna make
a profit?

And we'll be able
to pay you back.

Nicely done.

-Nice.
-Yeah.

But, um, also we wanna expand.

What does that mean?

It means I signed a lease
for a rental space,

but it's only $40,000,
and we are getting

so many orders
for Val's desserts,

we just--
we wanna sell them direct.

Well, I mean, we'll just--
we'll have to,

uh-- you know, look,
I'll, I'll, I'll get a loan

and I guess
we'll just figure it out.

Thanks.

I read his first book,
and, yeah, it was cool.

But look at the title
of this chapter,

"River of Tears."
You know, where I come from,

I would be smacked
upside the head

and told to suck it up.

Self-indulgent bullshit.

If you read the whole thing,
it makes sense.

It's kind of cool, actually.

Okay. Then I will get these two,

but I'm gonna pay for them
separately.

Coffee?

Don't ask for a latte
because this godforsaken thing

hasn't worked
since the day we got it.

Black, please.

Hey, I don't mean to butt in,
but, uh,

do you want me to take a look
at that machine?

I used to work at a coffee shop.

I would love that.

-Is it cool if I open it up?
-Sure.

Yeah. Your pump's cracked.

You have to order a new one,
but they're not that expensive.

I'm not into Henry James.

Talk about passive-aggressive,
it's tragic.

I read that book last year.
She's an idiot.

Word.

Hey, what's up?

She's taking care of Charlie.

Which is on the DL,

considering he's a recluse,
so...

Well, we've known the family
since he was a baby.

My older sister, Carmelita
used to take care of Charlie.

She loved him like a son.

He used to be in love
with my mom.

-Really?
-No.

He would come in.

He's married to his writing,
I think.

♪ Coming down fast ♪

♪ It's anything... ♪

Jesus. Oh.

♪ ...that never comes back ♪

-Oh, hey.
-Shit. What in the...

-Are you okay?
-Do I look okay?

You put in dish soap
instead of detergent.

-Is there a difference?
-Yes, there's a difference.

Now you want me
to clean this up?

I'll, I'll, uh, get towels.

Why is there a difference
anyway?

I think we got it all.
It's good.

So, how old were you

when you got your first
book published?

Um, I was 33.

Wow. That must have been hard.

Although,
you are a trust fund baby

and you have your clean,
well-lit place.

Do you ever get lonely?

Not really.

How'd you start writing?

I don't remember. I just-- I,

I don't remember not writing.

Are you a writer?

No. I was just--
I was just curious.

Oh. You're just curious?

Yeah, I was just curious.

I enjoy reading novels
and appreciate writers,

so whatever.

Most writers write about
their childhood,

which is a cliché travesty
in my opinion.

I write about
what embarrasses me,

what makes me nervous,
what enrages me beyond the pale.

Right.

One rule of thumb,
always write for yourself first,

worry about the world later.

Huh.

Oh, hi.

Just, uh, watching the stars.

What are you doing?

I'm just gonna get in the pool.

Oh, you can't.

Why not? Is there like a dead
mouse or something?

It's my mother's pool.

I thought that your mother was,
um...

She's-- yeah, she's dead.

Okay. So what?
Is she buried in the pool?

Of course not.

Please, just--
hey, hey, no, no, no. No, no.

Hey. Please just, uh,
go away, go away.

Please. Go. Go, go, go, go, go.

Just-- hey! I said no, okay?

Please.
Just get away from the pool.

Go away. Go away.

Okay.

Sorry.

Hmm.

Hello? Dawn?

Oh, Dawn.
I wanna get two walkie-talkies

and they won't let me do it
on this stupid card.

We could just text
like normal people.

I'd prefer walkie-talkies.

Okay.
Uh, I'll look into that for you.

Is that necessary?

Oh, sorry.

May I come up?

Um, yeah.

Where do you keep your
credit card statements?

Those look like 'em.

Any particular reason
why you keep this stuff?

Okay. Just because I get sick
of playing a game

doesn't mean that I may not
play it eventually,

so please...

This game sucked when I was 12.

It's like an old friend.

You spend a lot of time with it.

You develop a sentimental
connection

and you just do not
get rid of it.

Okay. You can--
all right, definitely--

probably that one, but...

This one's broken.

It is?

Okay.
So how about we make a deal?

Anything that's broken
or stupid, I get to throw out?

Well, okay,
but not the books, okay?

Don't, don't--
no, no books.

Do you think I'm fucking stupid?

No.

That's impressive.

Oh, the books? Yeah. They're...

they're research for--

well, this section is research
for the guitar book

and that section is research
for the, the baseball book.

-Wow.
-Karmic payback.

I got kicked out of high school

and now all I do is,
is research.

Huh, Charles Elliston of the
Boston Tea Party Ellistons

got kicked out of high school.

Followed the dead for a year,

and made grilled cheese
sandwiches at the shows.

Oh,
I bet your parents were proud.

What time,
uh, are you making dinner?

What time would you like me
to make dinner?

7:30?

7:30.

Charlie's been through a lot.

That father of his
is a difficult man

and the mother,
serious emotional problems.

Yeah.
Well, he needs to get over it.

Your package
from Aunt Helena came.

Dawn, do you mind
if I run to the post office?

I'll hold down the fort.

Go ahead, I'll meet you outside.

You shouldn't expect so much
of a man like Charlie.

It's that family.

What about them?

The mother was rough
on Charlie to be sure

he was the perfect little boy.

Okay. Everybody has it rough
in one way or another.

Their little boys
can't be perfect.

They're little boys,
and one Summer,

she decided the best way
to teach them his manners

was dunking his head
in the pool,

again and again,
until he promised to be perfect.

She used the pool.
That is so fucked up.

Yeah. My sister, Carmalita
had to stop it once.

Look, I get it, okay?

I mean, kids,
they go through terrible shit

and, and they still have to
wake up every morning.

-Dawn...
-I'm just saying.

Everybody has shit
that's just as bad as that,

and they can't afford, you know,
these big mansions

where they can just
hide away and,

and feel bad for themselves
for the rest of their lives.

Okay.

Hey, I set you a place
in the dining room.

I'd rather sit in the kitchen.

Okay.

Oh.

Well, are you gonna eat?

If you want me to.

Yeah. I mean...

My mom, she just--
she used to work

for a family like yours,
and we didn't--

we didn't eat with them, so...

Well, when I was a kid,
I wasn't--

I wasn't allowed
in the dining room.

Really?

Before I could eat
with my parents,

I had to learn to participate
in dining room conversation,

which is impossible at 5,
not easy at 7,

and excruciating by 12.

I'm, I'm nervous
just walking by the dining room.

Well, I've never heard
anything like that.

No wonder why you hate
talking to people.

So, um,
who are your favorite writers?

Hmm.

Borges, DiLello.

I have a soft spot
for Richard Powers.

Do you know them?

No.

David Foster Wallaceis,
a master.

Not quite Pynchon, but...

Yeah. I, I-- I know Wallace.

Ah.

Pynchon, I've,
I've never heard of that guy.

I've got a lot
of books upstairs.

You can borrow them anytime.

Who's your favorite writer?

I read a lot of Faulkner.

He is unrelenting. It's harsh.

Oh, he's so much more than that.

He's-- when I--

when I read Faulkner,
I think of dirt.

It can be hard,
but then it can also--

if you dig deep enough,
it can-- it can be soft,

and it, it breaks apart
in your hands,

and it, it gets into every
little tiny crack and crevice.

I...

Charlie?

Uh, Charlie?

I'm writing.

-Bernie.
-What-- Dawn?

Listen, Charlie's card
is almost $12,000 overdue.

Don't go through
his personal finances.

He has other cards.
He can use them.

No. No, that's not the point,

the point is, what are you
gonna do about his bill?

It's above your pay grade.
Stay out of it.

No. Don't hang up.

Wha-oh.

Is this something
you're writing?

No. What?

Oh...

Charlie, can you just please--

I can do whatever I want.

You're just gonna
make fun of me. Charlie--

You are a writer,
I see you out there.

I just wanna see what
you're up to over here.

Give it back, Charlie!

Give it back!

Jesus Christ.

Back off.

You're such an asshole,
I hate you.

And you're a coward.

I'm not a coward.

Can you help me up?

No.

Geez.

Just give me the damn password
and I'll see.

Ugh,
it's "the grateful dead."

What could that possibly mean?

I don't know.

Well, looks like Charlie's
got a lot of accounts

with like, not very much
money in them.

Wait.

It looks like all his accounts
are linked to this one

that's a trust account
shared with Wexler Literary.

What?

-Bernie?
-Money from the trust account

just keeps getting transferred
out to an account at

Boston Commonwealth Bank, yeah.

It's, it's under Bernie's name,

so Bernie's using
Charlie's income

like his own private stash.

The last transfer was $40,000.

-Wow.
-Wait.

Does Charlie
never look at this shit?

No. Of course he doesn't.

Rich people are so weird.

Well, it doesn't look like
he's that rich anymore.

Nic,
I don't know what to do.

Yes, you do.

god. Why did I fuck Bernie?

I mean, there's the whole
feminist construct

around resources
control their men,

and women are,
unfortunately, just...

Yeah. I know.

I know. You've told me.

Oh, D. We all do fucked-up shit.

--Oh, my god.

The Boston Herald
covering the wedding,

it is perfect for our launch.

I mean, best press
we could've hoped for.

Oh, we're gonna dazzle them

with the cake--
crystalline orchids,

I figured out how to make
them out of a gave syrup.

You go girl.

-Mrs. Wexler?
-Yes.

There's no possibility of
an equity loan on your house.

Your husband's taken out three
loans already.

-Three loans?
-In fact,

the mortgage is four months
past due.

Four, four months?

Mia, are you okay?

Are you having a heart attack?

Emergency. Medic, ambulance!

Panic attack. Panic attack.

Ah, a panic-- okay.

Keep calm, breathe.

Uh, uh, breathe.

Set the coffeemaker now
and wait for my 3:30 run.

Done half an hour ago.

Okay.

Oh!

Mia. Mia!

Oh, Mrs. Houseman,
you look beautiful.

I count four tea roses here.

I bought and paid for five.

Oh, actually,
we agreed on four tea roses

to, um, cut costs.

It's right here
in your contract.

Oh, right. I remember.

Bernie, um, please meet
Mrs. Adolph Houseman.

Her daughter
is about to get married.

Pleased to meet you.

I really don't give
a rat's ass.

Bernie, what the hell?

What happened
with Mrs. Houseman?

I need to talk to you.

Not now.

You called a divorce lawyer?

We are broke,
you didn't tell me.

It's a-- it's a cash flow issue,
that's all.

No, it's not.

Bernie,
it's that soul-sucking vampire

of a narcissist Charlie
and you keep choosing him.

That's not true.

Look, we,
we are going to be fine.

You risked
our financial security

on a crazy person,

and you hid it from me
because you knew

that I would make you
choose him or me.

I mean, the mortgage?

You knew I'd go ballistic.

Please don't do this, okay?

You know that I love you.

All right?
Just-- I just need time.

Partial custody.

That is what you get.

Motherfucker!

Fuck!

-Charlie?
-I'm busy.

Hi, hi. How's the writing going?

Has anybody, uh,
resurrected themselves yet?

Well, uh, let me repeat myself.

It's about a post-apocalyptic
world,

everyone is dead.

Right. Listen,
so I looked into that

that credit card issue
that you were having.

Oh, that. Forget it about,
it's fine.

No, no, it's not fine.

There, there is actually
a huge problem.

Dawn, your writing.

What?

Your writing sucks.

If you wanna be a writer,

you have to interpret
the world around you,

not merely regurgitate
your tawdry life experience.

My tawdry life experience?

You fucked Bernie, and then you
compound your mistake

by romanticizing it
in this, like,

hackneyed pitiful
Hallmark card of a story.

Like you don't
romanticize yourself

with your books that are filled
with fucking idiots who,

who feel sorry for themselves
or guitar-playing losers?

Oh, wait, but that's right,
there are millions of losers

that could commiserate
with your shit.

Well, I'm, I'm just curious,

how, how many non-talent women
who fuck married men

and have time to read,
do you think are out there?

Fuck you.

What the fuck do you know
about women?

When was the last time you even
had a conversation with one?

Let alone, walked down your
own goddamn driveway?

I know you.

You know you don't
have what it takes

to be a writer
so you fucked Bernie,

uh, thinking
that it's some sort of,

like, legitimate pathway,

uh, of getting
yourself published.

Let me just tell you something,

no matter how good
a piece of ass you are,

it doesn't make
bad writing readable.

-What are you doing?
-What does it look like?

Isn't this why you're mad?

Huh?

He's seen my ass
and you haven't?

Well, feast your eyes, dickhead,
because I'm going swimming.

Wait! That's not allowed

I'm going in that goddamn pool.

I said no!

Don't-- hey! Don't you dare!

Hey, don't come any closer.

Stop!

Dawn... would you act like
you're reasonable for a minute?

Please? Hey!

-Dawn!
- Ugh!

I-- get back here right now!

Come on, Charlie...
cannonball or swan dive?

I said I forbid you!

I can't hear you.

I am just a no-talent piece
of ass who's hard of hearing.

Does the word "forbid"
mean nothing to you?

Do you just think
you can come here

and shit on anything
and everything you want

because, 'cause you're angry?

Look, did I ask you
to come here, did I?

Hey, I swear to God,
you crazy fuck,

if you come near me, I jump in.

I'm, I'm going in the house.

I'm turning my back.

No.

Help!

You were supposed to
take care of me!

You're supposed to
take care of me.

Ohh. Why do you have to
go and hurt me?

Sorry, I was just joking,
Charlie.

Get away from me,
I can't do this!

No one is hurt, Charlie.

-I'm sorry. I...
-I just...

I can't do this.

Everything is fine. I'm...

Get out of here.

Okay. Okay. Fuck.

♪ I keep your picture
upon the wall ♪

♪ It hides a nasty stain
that's lying there ♪

I'll be out of here
in an hour or so.

I don't want you to go, Dawn.

I'm, I'm sorry I got angry...

and, uh, I, I lost it.

And I'm so, so sorry.

Yeah. Well, I'm sorry too.

I mean, I don't really know
what to think.

I mean, is this what
polite people do?

Do they-- do they just say
they're sorry and go of tears?

I don't know
what other people do.

I think we've
established that fact.

I can only speak for myself.

Okay.

Well, I'm not--
I'm not proud of my behavior

and what I said.

And I lied,

which is.. it's unforgivable.

Well, I showed you my ass,

so I'm sorry for that.

Oh, that.. that's okay.

It's not.

Well, do you think
we could put it behind us,

and, uh, you know, I want to
go over your stuff if--

we haven't really
done that, so...

Oh, um...

Okay.

So...

let me just start
by saying

you've got a long way to go.

This is a very strong story
in terms of setting the scene,

the, the catalogue of debris,
and the Mary McRiver,

the shopping cart,
broken slabs of styrofoam,

oil slick, it's gruesome.

But what you aren't doing
is revealing

the whole range of emotions

of the main character,
her whole soul.

You've got opinion and action,

but no inner life,

but the passage at the end,
where she's alone in her bed,

there you've captured that
private emotional landscape

I'm talking about.

Her shame, it's visceral...

in the halting rhythm

of the sentences,
the stark choice of words,

it's, it's...

well,
it's breathtaking.

The ending just sort of
came out that way.

What? What did you say?

The ending, it just..

it just sort of
came out that way.

Oh, well,
if you wanna be a writer,

you've got to find your way

deeper into those channels,
okay?

I, I don't know how to do that.

I mean-- I mean,
no one's ever taught me.

Well, no one ever taught Kerouac

or Twain or Angelou.

You know what you're doing,

you've got talent,
ridiculous amount.

You just got a lot of
scathing opinions

cluttering up the good stuff,
the raw stuff.

How do I tell the difference

between the things
that I care about,

which is basically everything

that I've put into this--

I'm not letting you
off the hook.

Do you wanna be clever
or do you wanna be great?

Charlie...

Thank you.

Sick.

♪ There are two of us
on the run ♪

♪ Going so fast every doubt
we had is coming undone ♪

♪ And falling behind with
everything we left there ♪

♪ We held on for far too long ♪

♪ And now we pass so many
people on the road ♪

♪ They could come along
I wish they'd been told ♪

♪ They may call it a shot
in the dark ♪

Hi.

I have a surprise for you.

A surprise?

Come on.

No, no way.

It's been years, so...

-I can't.
-You can.

I promise.

Come on.

♪ 'Cause we've got everything
we're gonna need ♪

Whoa.

Whoa, whoa!

Settle down. Settle down.

♪ We made something
of ourselves ♪

-What?
-It's Bernie.

Hi.

It sounds like I'm the
gas company calling you.

Look, I got good news.

All right, we got another
four weeks out of Liz,

She hired some pretty
fucking scary lawyers.

so how's it going?

It's going good.

Uh, do you wanna, like,
bounce any ideas off of me?

Um, not really.

Just tell me where
the book's going.

Remember how we flipped the main
character in Guitar Book?

Like, maybe we should
consider--

I don't really wanna talk
about it right now.

You don't wanna
talk about it?

That means what, that,
like, you don't need me?

Oh, you know what? Wait.

I need, um,
I need two walkie-talkies.

You know what?
You have an assistant.

Fuck you.

Wow, this, this carpet
is awesome.

Dust is a little scary.

Look at that.

Spacious, it's bright,
it's kind of pretty.

Yes.

Here, come here.

Um, so I was...

um, this table,
can we-- can we get rid of it?

Yeah. And then afterwards,

maybe we could do something
about the mausoleum.

The mausoleum?

Uh, I--
did I just say that out loud?

Yeah, you said mausoleum.
What is that?

It's where the dead people live.

I'm gonna go get the vacuum.

--Charlie?

Charlie?

Charlie?

-Bernie.
-Hey.

You good-looking preppy asshole.

-Hi, bud.
-Oh.

-How are you?
-Oh, it's good to see you.

I didn't know
you were gonna be here.

Dawn?

Bernie.

Hey. Before I forget,
here's your salary for the week

and a little something extra
for the house.

Hey, let's go grab a beer.
Come on.

Dawn, you wanna...

Oh, just let her keep cleaning.

Besides, I, am so very

Come on, big,
go big or go home, kid.

Oh, hey, by the way,
did I show you the article

that I scored us in
Rolling Stone magazine

that perfectly sets up
the release of the book?

Dawn showed me the link.

They call to Charles Elliston,
existential angst,

in postmodern paranoia.

Cheers.

Am I really brilliant
and relevant?

Oh, most definitely.
Dude, haven't you heard?

Every generation goes through
a crisis of faith

and a love affair with nihilism.

I mean, if you don't get
Charles Elliston,

you just don't get it, man.

I don't get it.

Neither do I.

The mere possibility
that you could get some,

it gives you like
this temporary superpower

to listen to any of the bullshit

that comes out
of a woman's mouth.

It's like blah, blah,
blah, blah, blah, blah,

blah, blah, boom,

in triumph, you find yourself
in her apartment

banging around
into the goddamn furniture.

But it's great because
you're gonna fuck her

or her roommate
who's crazy and has a cat,

and is neurotic, and stutters,
but you might fuck her, too,

which is also fucking great
because fucking is great.

Because fucking is great!

The best sex I've ever had
in my entire life,

bar none, without a doubt,
is with my wife.

Like married sex,
when it is good,

it's...

it's the best.

Then one day,
you catch her looking at you

and she's got this...

this like look of disappointment
in her eyes

and then she's never the same.

Fucking is a fucking mystery.

Boys, I'm going into town.

-Ooh.
-Hey.

Wait, are you hungry?
Because I am.

We would like some food, please.

Well, there's a fridge
with leftovers,

so you can get it yourself.

Just don't forget
the saran wrap.

Otherwise, you'll
choke to death.

Dude, no, why don't you
have Dawn do all this?

We're just... we're just
triaging here, man, come on.

That's the issue with help.

Once you have help,

like, all that happens is you
end up cleaning more

for some weird
guilt-based reason.

Help?

Okay, Lord of the Realm.

Oh, you're looking at me?

I learned that expression
from you,

you over-privileged asshole.

I never had help in my life.

So then, does that simply
make you an asshole?

Oh! Guilty.

Oh, what's that?

This, this is the deal here.

You use that soap
to wash the dishes,

it is not for the dishwasher,

which is an entirely
different situation.

And when you're done,
you get to moisturize.

You get to moisturize?

Go ahead, smell.

Oh, bro.

Right?

This smell...
this smells like...

this smells like
a garden in Springtime.

-Oh, come on, man.
-It just smells like...

No, no, no.
It smells like the ocean.

-The ocean.
-Oh the ocean.

Oh, that's good.
You can smell this.

You know, waves.

♪ Standing high in the clouds
I'll be lost in ♪

♪ Never found again when on the
rainbow mountain ♪

Dude, you oughta try
some of these doughnuts.

Bernie?

Hey.

So, um, I was just--
I was just kind of looking

just for the first chapter.

Oh, it's not done yet, man.
Just wait.

-Okay, but...
-Just wait.

Just wait.

Yeah, I know.
I just-- I, I just thought

like, the tone, we could
set the essence, do our thing.

Like, do the thing
that we always do.

Shall we watch a baseball game?

No, no, no, no, no,

let's, um, let's not watch
an old depressing baseball game

from, like, it's-- oh, 1975.

We're, we're just toddlers, man.
We weren't even at that game.

Besides, the Red Sox have won
three World Championships.

It's kind of dynasty.

Not my Red Sox.

Uh, look, I didn't even actually

wanna talk about the Red Sox.

Let's talk about,
like, the first chapter.

I've been holding the line
as long as I can, but we're,

we're officially out of time
and we have no money.

Well, this book has been
the best experience of my life.

It's like a different dimension,
so, so the..

really, the, the best thing
that you could do,

would be just leave me alone
and just let me finish it.

But I need to--

I mean, I need to read it
and I need to help you.

I mean, we crushed it
on Baseball Angels

and we have to crush
this book, bro,

we need to hit, like, a homerun.

Yeah, see that,
you can't help me.

This particular book, you just--
you wouldn't get it.

Hmm.

Well then, party on,
Tinkerbelle.

Okay, man.

Fuck.

You're lucky
I didn't see you on the road

because I would've
driven over your ass.

You're drunk,
you shouldn't be driving.

Oh, any more suggestions,
Nurse Machete?

Hey, you don't have
to insult me.

Do it.

Well, why won't you go be his
housekeeper, nanny,

assistant, handmaiden/whatever
the fuck it is

that you do, sweetheart?

Go.

Where were you?
It's almost 5:00.

Three guesses,

the one diner, grocery store,
or the one gas station in town.

There's no lunch.
I can't find you.

You were asleep
when I left.

I'm, I'm looking
over the rocks here.

Uh, I'm sorry.

I didn't know
that you wanted lunch.

I was just getting some
stuff for your birthday.

Well, uh, um-- it's just
that I've finished.

Oh, wow.

That's, that's,
that's amazing, Charlie.

It's called, Grace.

And I was wondering
if you'd give it a read.

Me?

It's not like anything
I've ever done.

It's, uh, sort of a love story,

complete departure
from my groove.

There's this
2,000-year-old whale

in this post-apocalyptic world
and a sylph.

A sylph?

A thousand-year-old sylph.

A sylph is--
like-- it's like a mermaid,

but it exists in the sky,
and back in the day...

they gave the secrets
of the earth to the mortals

and they've often been
mischaracterized,

but this sylph speaks the truth.

The truth, which is the purest,

finest construct
in the universe.

The whale and the sylph
feel as though--

you know, they, they,
they can't possibly fall in love

because their world
is beyond repair,

but their souls collide,
which is...

What is that?

Your manuscript.

Did you like it?

It changed me.

Hmm.

♪ It matters to me ♪

♪ Took a long time to get you ♪

What, so you have
a grade school crush

on the crazy person?

Well, yeah,
but that doesn't matter.

You've clearly gone insane.

No, uh, you, you look very happy
right now

and that concerns me greatly.

Seriously though?

I mean, whenever we--
whenever we spend time together,

it's just like we're
in this different dimension.

It's crazy.

Maybe that's because
he's decades older than you.

Stop it.

You really have to read "Grace."

I mean, it's just--
when somebody writes about you,

it's like-- it's like they're
describing...

everything that you know
about yourself and then

and then there are these
other things

that you hope are you and--
I don't know, it's like

it's like--
it's like half of me was always

just a few steps ahead,

and the other half
just never caught up and...

He... gave that to me.

Yeah, but--
I mean, you're you, right?

So, like,
Charlie helps you see it,

and that's amazing,

you deserve that,
but it was yours to begin with.

Yeah, I guess so.

It just-- I don't know,
I guess my whole life,

people have always, you know,
made me think I was this,

this one thing,
this thing that I had to be,

and, and--
so I was just being that thing.

Yeah, you're the only one

who can change that thing,
right?

Yeah.

Look, D, you-- God bless you,

you can come on a little strong.

Hmm.

Right?

And then when one thing gets,
like, a little bit wonky,

you just burn the whole
fucking house down.

I just--I don't want you to
be disappointed.

-No.
-I know. I know.

Don't come down on me right now.

Oh, come on.

-Okay. I have to go.
-All right.

But, um...

Hmm.

I was wondering if you could
just do me this favor.

Would you take a look at this?
This thing that I wrote.

I, I just-- I want your opinion.

This thing that you wrote?

Yes, this thing that I wrote.

Finally. Yes.

But hey,
you're gonna get no mercy.

No mercy.

-Bye, D.
-Bye.

Dawn Royce.

Bernie, you're not answering
any of my phone calls

I came by to make sure
that you are sure--

He doesn't want me to go around
while I'm writing.

I am not going
to his damn birthday.

He needs you to go
to his birthday.

-It's tradition.
-No.

He needs to make money
or he's gonna lose his house.

What? It's that bad?

Yes.

Well-- uh, well,
I read his book.

And it's actually--
uh, it's actually incredible.

He's finished a book

and I haven't seen it,
but he gave it to you?

Yeah, it's bizarre,

but it's, like this perfect,
perfect metaphor...

I don't give a shit.
I need a copy of the book.

I'll pay you for it.

No. I'm not stealing from him.

It's not stealing.
It's our business.

It's our survival.

It's your survival.

How much have you already
taken from him?

Are you driving
his fucking Porsche?

The two of you,
you've made millions,

and where is it?

Where's it gone?

Did you just drain him of every
last dime--

You have no idea
what you're talking about.

You know, what's gonna kill him?

I wanna tell him every day
what a dick you are,

but I can't, because
it's gonna break his heart.

I'm not gonna
justify my relationship

with my best friend
to some fucking assistant.

Now, please,
get off my property.

Dickhead.

Happy birthday.

You look nice.

Thanks. So do you.

I was thinking maybe we could
eat in here tonight.

You know, just a romantic--

Where's Bernie?

He's not coming.

-No, he'll come.
-He's not coming.

I went and I saw him

and he said he's,
he's not coming.

Bernie always comes.

He said that,
that he wasn't coming,

so, um...

But, you know, uh,

dinner for two is nice, right?

That was it.
That was my high school career.

So, you got kicked out
of Andover

not because you were cheating
or because you were high

but because you ditched
to go to a Red Sox game?

It was opening day.

-It's significant.
-Oh, that's great.

They kicked me out and Bernie,

didn't talk to my father
for two years.

I didn't finish high school.

Why not? Why didn't you?

It was nothing. It was...
Well...

It was just this really
fucked up thing,

I don't know.
High school sucked anyway.

Who liked high school?

Kids, all they did,
they were just... I don't know.

We just got drunk and high
and we drove over mailboxes.

Did you run over mailboxes
and stuff?

Sometimes, we did.

But it's not like I liked it
or wanted to, it just happened.

Then I read "To the Lighthouse"
and "Virginia Woolf"

she, she fucking hates
her father

just as much as I hate mine.

I mean, it, it was just so much
resentment and desperation,

and just beauty streaming off
the pages, and I just...

I just loved it.

It was...

I don't really...

I thought--
I thought I was really weird

and so did everybody else,
I guess.

Most people think I'm weird.

They totally think you're weird.

Oh.

I forgot.

I got you something.

Uh-huh. A present.

Okay.

So, I was hoping that this would
inspire you to new heights,

as they say.

And I also--
I borrowed your CD burner

but I put it back.

Thank you. Thank you.

So, I guess I'm supposed to
listen to new music now?

I think so.

Uh-huh.

Time for port.

Let's go. Come on.

-Oh, it's okay.
-Port.

-Now what?
- Okay.

Just put it around here,
around this bit. Top.

Ooh.

Can you close it?
Nice. Okay, good.

This is what we're gonna do.

Very pretentious tradition.

Okay, that's good,
that's good.

Oh.

And the old port bottles,
the cork gets disintegrated.

Voila.

Wow. Now, that,
that is some fancy shit.

-Fancy
- Right?

Cheers, I think.

Do you do cheers
with these things?

Yeah.

What's that?

Aw. Look,
you're so young.

Oh, Mr. Publicity, hmm?

Uh-hmm.

How did he become an agent?

He stole my first piece
of writing.

And gave it to
Liz at Russian House.

She loved it,
she published it.

All he wanna do is get laid.

He told her some sob story
about his poor friend,

Charlie, all he did was write.

Charlie, there's something
I have to tell you.

What?

Just say it.
You're going to anyway.

You always do.

Bernie, he's steal--

he's, he's taking
all your money.

I don't care about that.

I don't care.

Why do you have it
out for Bernie?

Charlie, he's a crook,
which means--

it means he's not your friend.

That's--
Bernie was the only person

who didn't laugh when I said
I wanted to be a writer.

He's, he's made it all
happen for me.

Charlie, your, your writing

is what has made this whole
thing happen for you.

Not, not Bernie.

That's, that's not enough.

He's relentless, okay?
I could never have done it.

-You told me...
- Not like him.

write for yourself first,

and the rest of the world,
it just, it comes later. Right?

I'm talking about friendship
and history.

I don't care about the money.

Charlie, Charlie, listen.
What, what, what friendship?

He has been stealing from you.

That's not friendship, Charlie.

So, you get to screw Bernie,
and now I can't be friends...

Hey, yes, I slept with him.

Okay?

And it is a huge,
pathetic mistake that I am--

I am trying to recover from--

First best opportunity
comes along,

Bernie, then me, then someone
else, and you just--

No, no, Charlie!

-You just hop aboard--
- No!

You're like a little toad
from lily to lily.

No, you don't get to twist this
around, Charlie, okay?

Get out.

What?

Get out.

No. Charlie,
you do not get to act like--

Get away from me.

Get out.

Charlie. Charlie, wait!

I was only trying to help.
Charlie!

Go away!
I don't need you.

What are you talking about?
What about what you wrote?

What about Grace?

It's not about you!

It's-- you're just a muse.

It's, it's fiction.

I'm done with you.

Why don't you go?

You fucking asshole.
Fucking bastard.

Leave me alone.

Charlie!

Open the fucking door,
you fucking pussy.

Open this goddamn fuck.

Charlie.

Your mom loves me,
and she always will,

and I'm always gonna love her.

But we just, you know,

we just can't live
together right now.

That's all.

I heard her crying last night.

You need to get back together.

Well, I'm sorry you heard that.
That's--

that's terrible, pal.

But sometimes you know,
things break,

and you try to fix it,

and sometimes, they get fixed,
and sometimes, they don't.

I wanna go back
to the house now.

What? I want a dad hug.

No.

No?

Liz, hey.

Hi, I was--
I was just gonna call you.

Uh, Charlie is almost finished
with the entire book.

Great news, right?

Bernie, your time is up.
And I've got confirmation.

Not only can I sue you
personally,

I can go after the copyright
on all of Charlie's books.

He's written the most beautiful
book of his career,

we-- you should be happy.

Good. I own that, too.

--Charlie. What are you doing?

Charlie boy.

Tip me over and pour me out.

You really got after it, huh?

I mean,
this place is a shit show.

Get it out of your system?

Hey, you got to sing that song,
you gotta sing it right?

♪ I'm a little teapot
short and stout ♪

♪ Here is my handle
here is my spout ♪

That's not the book, is it?

Oh.

Tell me you have other
you have other copies, right?

No, no.

It wasn't really me anyway, man.

Why would you do this?

I mean, honestly,
why would you do this to us?

Get me that outline!
Get me that first draft.

I got to sell it.

Then, goodbye, Charlie.

Dawn says it's your best work,

you've never been better.

Now you're just gonna
destroy that?

I quit.

I quit writing, Bernie.

You're supposed to be my friend.

How-- how have you ever
been my friend, huh?

Since the first fucking day
you got published

to being the writer
of a generation.

This, right here, has been
a one-way street.

It's you needing me.
I do everything for you.

Let me ask you a question,

where's the nearest
grocery store?

You ever bought groceries?

You ever-- you ever pay taxes,
you ever pay your mortgage?

What do you do for yourself?

Nothing. You know why?

Because I do everything. Me.

It's just your name
on the goddamn book.

You stole my money.

I stole money?

You owed people pages
for a year and a half,

a year and a half.

Powerful people,

and it was my ass in
the goddamn hot seat.

My entire family
has been bet on you.

Every single dollar that's ever
come out of this relationship?

Trust me, motherfucker.
I have earned.

And the one thing,
the one thing

that made all this worth it

is that we were a team.

Every single paragraph
that you have ever shaped,

I helped you orchestrate.

And I'll tell you right now,

being that close to you,
being brilliant

made it all worthwhile,
all of this bullshit.

And now, this girl comes along

and all of a sudden, what?

I'm shut out?
I'm not good enough for you?

What? Am I nothing now?

You're dismissed, Bernie.

I'm gonna find
that fucking book.

♪ At the China Cat Sunflower ♪

♪ Proud-walking jingle
in the midnight sun ♪

♪ Like a crazy-quilt star gown
through a dream night wind ♪

♪ Na-na-na ♪

Hey. Hey, uh, uh-uh.

Hey, don't you think
you're going anywhere

with that goddamn book.

I don't have it. Ask Charlie.

He's acting
like a lunatic.

He claims that he's destroyed

every last copy
of that manuscript.

He wouldn't do that,
not to Grace.

He almost burnt down
the whole goddamn house.

Hey, hey, hey.

Listen, I'm serious.

I have to have that book.

-Hey, hey.
-I have to have that-- I...

-Hey. Hey.
-Fuck!

Get the fuck off of me, asshole.

No.

Stop. God, stop.

Charlie.

♪ China Cat ♪

♪ China Cat ♪

Charlie!

Charlie!

Are you all right?
Can you hear me?

Are, are you okay?

Tell me what it was like

to grow up next to the
Merrimack River.

It sucked.

Just like
just like here.

Yeah?

I hit Bernie first.

I, I, hit him first.

I have to stop doing that.

It's just...

You can.

-Throw the heat.
- I'll be right back.

Hey.

Hey.

Gonna come watch Seth?

I parked the car.

But I just--

I can't face you.

It's understandable.

Seth.

We broke his heart.

Your son is batting cleanup
and the score is zero to three.

Seth always kicks ass
when the pressure is on but,

it would be good
if you were there.

Come on.

Hey, batter.

Go Seth, Go Seth. Come on.

Let's go, batter. Come on now.

-Let's make contact.
-Come on, Seth.

Let's go.

Batter, batter, batter,
batter, batter, batter.

Woo!

-Come on, big guy!
-Yeah, Seth!

Oh, my God.

-Hey, Charlie.
- Liz.

How's it going?
It's good to hear from you.

Great. I'm, I'm doing great.

Listen, there's something
I want you to read.

♪ I'll drink to find
inspiration ♪

I am so glad
we decided to come in.

This work is different,

it's a very challenging
material,

but the writing is stunning.

It's visceral.

I would call it
darkly beautiful.

Thank you.

We all agree that it's time
for a new voice

in the literary world.

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♪ Something happens when I lean
on my mistakes ♪

♪ Love is mystical ♪

♪ 'Cause I'm a rational man ♪

♪ And I can see how far
I've come ♪

♪ I can see how far I've come ♪

♪ But I don't know where
to stand ♪

♪ Or who's coming
to meet me now ♪

♪ Living life with no need ♪

♪ For the brakes ♪

♪ Something happens when
I lean on my mistakes ♪

♪ If the words are true
and the words reveal the same ♪

♪ I come alive
when I don't even think ♪

♪ Love is mystical ♪

♪ Love will break the chains ♪

♪ You might feel invincible
and you might be afraid ♪

♪ Light in darkness
will show you the way ♪

♪ Gives you the power
to believe again ♪

♪ Streetlights all night ♪

♪ We're alive
but we're not all right ♪

♪ And now our thoughts
are running wild ♪

♪ Sorrow, hollow ♪

♪ It's what we feel
when we're alone ♪

♪ But we won't be headed home ♪

♪ We'll separate day by day ♪

♪ And we won't carry on ♪

♪ 'Cause we are far too young ♪

♪ To mess it up,
I've had enough ♪

♪ Constantly on the run ♪

♪ But we are not getting home ♪

♪ Won't you carry me, won't you
carry me out of the darkness ♪

♪ Won't you carry me, won't you
carry me out of the cold ♪

♪ Won't you carry me, won't you
carry me out of the darkness ♪

♪ Don't you carry me,
don't you carry me home ♪

♪ Sad face, what a waste ♪

♪ No one ever left a trace
of the sour bitter taste ♪

♪ Watching, driving,
passing by feeling alive ♪

♪ Like you never change
your mind ♪

♪ We'll separate day by day ♪

♪ And we won't carry on ♪

♪ But we are not getting home ♪

♪ Won't you carry me, won't you
carry me out of the darkness ♪

♪ Won't you carry me, won't you
carry me out of the cold ♪

♪ Won't you carry me, won't you
carry me out of the darkness ♪

♪ Don't you carry me,
don't you carry me home ♪

♪ Won't you carry me, won't you
carry me out of the darkness ♪

♪ Won't you carry me, won't you
carry me out of the cold ♪

♪ Won't you carry me, won't you
carry me out of the darkness ♪

♪ Don't you carry me,
don't you carry me home ♪