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(silence)

� Smelling your pillow �

� Been drinkin' some wine �

� I'm thinking about you �

� All of the time �

� I'll admit that I miss you �

� If you admit it was wrong �

� To go back to the city �

� And leave me a song �

(wistful acoustic music)

- You write the songs, the ones you sing?

- Yes, sir.

- I know you, your kind.

You get swallowed up.

You got the six o'clock slot.

Be off the stage by 6:30.

There's no pay,

but you can drink what you can drink from the bar.

What's the last song of your set?

- Um, Nora.

The song is called Nora.

- Good.

(glass strikes down on table)

When I hear it I'll know it's almost over.

(rain pouring down)

� How can I miss the cigarette lips �

� I am buried in the ashes �

� I am buried in this �

� Who, who? �

� Oh, so �

� Come around �

� Silence can't stop her �

� Your love won't fade �

� And I can't go on �

� No, I can't go on, not a day �

� Oh, oh, oh �

� Oh, oh oh �

(soft string music)

(soft piano)

(muffled small talk)

- Been nursing that drink?

- Yeah.

- Screwdriver?

- Excuse me?

- Your drink, is it?

- It's orange juice.

- You look like you could use something stronger.

- Yeah, you're probably right.

- Do you not drink?

- No, I do, just not much anymore.

- Let me guess, you're one of those

wily, unpredictable drunks.

- It's a bit more complicated.

- Oh, yeah, I pulled your card.

It's okay though.

I have a problem with control myself.

- I'm Brennan.

- I know.

- Right.

- So you remind me of somebody.

I can't place it though.

Who do you get?

- Who do I get?

- Who do people say you look like?

- Um, I get Prince a lot.

- Ha, yeah, that's it.

Except you're a little bit taller.

Maybe a little less - Black?

- Exactly.

Can you sing?

That must be it then, Prince.

Brennan, I've had a long day.

Do you want to get out of here?

- Um, yeah, sure.

- Cool.

Hey, before we go,

I just want to make sure we're on the same page.

Two-fifty gets you a...

Five hundred and I'll...

And a thousand...

But I'll do it for nine hundred because you're cute

and I want to sleep with you.

- You're a hooker.

- Where are your manners, Brennan?

I'm an entrepreneur.

You don't look happy.

What would make you happy?

(melancholy guitar)

- I'd like to check out, please.

But my flight doesn't leave til seven.

Can I check my bag in?

- Of course.

(melancholy guitar)

- This place reeks.

- Smells like air freshener.

- No, no, no, no, no, not the hotel.

This whole town, it's like a pipe dream

palace of desperation, you know?

Oh my god, did you just hear what I said?

Pipe dream palace of desperation.

Now that is a song, that is what he should be doing.

Oh god, look at him.

Can you imagine being him?

- Yeah.

- No, no, no, that is, that is not for me.

Or you, I mean look at us,

we're flying first class tonight, yes.

Oh by the way, I am very sorry

about that proposal yesterday.

I thought it was gonna go.

- You voted against it.

- Well, yeah, who would have thought one vote would matter?

No, no, no, you know, there'll be another one.

- I don't really care about it.

Well now, see, that's the spirit.

Yes, exactly, right?

I mean you'll come up with something better.

That is why you are a VeroTech man.

- What?

- A VeroTech man.

I mean, listen, it's got a great ring to it, VeroTech man.

Come on, say it with me, say,

I am a VeroTech man.

Wait, where are you going?

Hey, you wanna hang before the flight tonight?

Grab a...

(brooding string music)

- You're acting stupid, like a little girl.

- What?

- Speak, Nora, use your big kid mouth

and tell me what - You understand that?

Does this speak to you?

- Stop it!

- You lied to me!

You told me you were done, you're not.

So we are.

- We're on vacation.

I'm not gonna chase you.

Why do you play these stupid little games?

I swear to god, if you do it now,

I'm gonna go back to the hotel,

I'm gonna pack up my shit, and that is that.

- So go.

- We came here for you to celebrate.

- Celebrate this.

(brooding string music)

(upbeat country music)

� I spent my nights �

� Howlin' at the moon �

� I ate most anything you left in the room �

� And I paid my rent with the mailman that I bit �

� Oh I'm your furry, friendly pal �

� And I've got the saddest eyes when you're dissatisfied �

� I'd follow you til you up and died �

� Oh, and I guard your prey til the end of time �

� I'm your furry, friendly pal �

� Oh, I chewed up your favorite boots �

� Oh, no, oh oh oh �

� So you done kicked me down the road �

� But I came back and back �

� With my tail between my legs �

� I'm still your furry, friendly pal �

� And I've got the saddest eyes �

� When you're dissatisfied �

� I'd follow you til you up and died �

� And I'd guard your prey til the end of time �

� I'm your furry friendly �

- I'm sorry, I'm sorry.

It's just, it's just, is this real?

- Yeah, I think it is.

- You're in Nashville,

what the hell are you doing in Nashville?

- I had a meeting, and it didn't go so well.

What about you?

- I had a weekend getaway that also didn't go so well.

- Sorry.

- Your meeting, is it for

- No, no no no, I stopped.

- You gave up?

- Well, I never gave up, just.

- You've changed.

- Yeah.

- Appearance, I mean, appearance.

I can't believe how short your hair is.

- What was your getaway about?

- It's just, I can't believe you're here,

this doesn't happen.

- You mean us running into each other again?

- Yeah, it's insane.

- Yeah, it is.

So when are you going back - Grab a drink with me.

- What?

- Don't think of an excuse or a way out, just,

grab a drink with me.

- Yeah.

- Yeah?

- Yeah, sure.

- Really?

Okay.

(both laugh)

- [Brennan] Okay.

(upbeat country music)

- You sure you have time?

- You having second thoughts?

- No, I was just, I didn't want to keep you

if you were meeting someone.

- No, no, I've got nowhere to be, you?

- I'm pretty free.

Last time we saw each other.

- Your nephew was getting baptized.

- That's right.

You were leaving Seattle for Colorado.

- And I missed my flight,

so I ended up spending my last day with you and your family,

even though we both knew it was over.

- But we stood there together pretending it wasn't.

- Yeah, that wasn't uncomfortable at all.

- Not at all.

- No.

- I've seen your Facebook.

- We're not friends.

- We'll always be friends.

But you were right, on Facebook, we are not friends.

- So how did you see?

- Well, your page isn't completely private.

So I can see assorted pictures you've posted.

- That's creepy.

- It's a little creepy.

But you haven't posted in a while, not since this.

But I gather you're not married or you don't have any kids,

or if you do, you're embarrassed by them,

so you don't post any pictures.

- They're just really ugly.

- You should see mine.

They're in the car waiting for me.

It's okay, I left it running.

(she chuckles)

- You still in Seattle?

- Mmhmm.

Remember when you lived there?

- How could I forget?

- And you had that ceramic garden gnome?

- Norman.

- Norman, yes!

Oh, he was horrifying with those red eyes

and that geriatric smile.

- I used to put him in the refrigerator.

- Yes, I would go for a beer and find this fucking gnome

waiting for me.

- How come you never called?

- What would I have said?

- I don't know, any of this?

- Hmm, I don't know, maybe for the same reason

you didn't show up to my sister's wedding.

- You guys should feel these for a couple days.

- Thank you.

You don't have any place to be, right?

- Right. - Right.

- Whew.

- What's your favorite memory?

- What, favorite memory of all time?

- Of us.

- Uh, wow.

Okay, I came to your apartment

because we were going to dinner,

and you had made up this lame excuse about no reservations

and that you were flustered,

and then I went into your room to grab your coat

and you had rose petals scattered,

and candles burning, and this

Italian meal that you said you cooked.

- It was Olive Garden.

- I know.

- Yeah.

That was the moment when I knew

I could never live without you in my life.

- But you did.

- No, I didn't.

You were always there like a ghost,

haunting any relationship after you.

- Your turn.

- We were working at the bar, it was almost Christmas,

I think we'd been seeing each other for about a month.

And you'd just gotten off and left the building.

- It was so cold that day.

- And I watched you walk across the parking lot,

toward your minivan.

- [Nora] I hated that car.

- I still had people in my section, but I didn't care,

I had to do something.

- So you ran outside, took off your hat.

- I grabbed you.

- And you kissed me.

- I told you merry Christmas.

- And then you turned around and just walked away.

I didn't breathe for minutes.

- I'm glad you didn't die.

- Me too!

Cause then this would be awkward.

� We might be here all night long �

� Baby, play me a fiddle song �

(country fiddle)

(phone vibrates)

- I don't know when it hit, but I'm kinda drunk.

- I think it was somewhere between the second shot

and the fourth beer.

(country rock music)

� Cool face, in the air was my own �

� look back at me and stare �

� And it's time to wake up �

� Coming days are forgiven �

- And this is Jaden, isn't he precious?

- He looks... curious.

- Well you know my sister, she's a nut.

- Ah, yeah.

- Oh, and this is my house.

It's teeny tiny.

It's cute, right?

- Yeah, it's cute.

(slow dance music)

- You know what we should do?

We should take some photographic memories?

- I would love to take some photographic memories.

- Hey, excuse me, would you mind taking a picture of us?

Please.

- Yeah, yeah, sure. - Thank you.

- Do me a favor and just keep snapping.

Take one like each second.

- Okay, okay.

� We could still feel something that we never did �

(she laughs)

- Okay, great, great, here, I'm getting back

with my friends, thanks. - Oh.

Your hair is a little messed up.

- Thank you.

- You know what I want?

- What do you want?

- I want you... to sing for me.

- No. - Come on!

- No. - Please.

- No, not anymore.

- Get up.

- I really don't want to do this.

(slow guitar strumming)

- I'm sorry.

� Sitting around �

� Waiting on the world to end �

� As we begin to fall �

� Crazy in love �

� Your Guns N' Roses records play �

� We'll ride in the night train �

(banging on door)

(belts jingling)

(heavy breathing)

- Come inside.

(plumbing breaks)

- [Nora] Ah, turn it off!

- [Brennan] I'm trying!

- [Nora] Shut it off, shut it off!

- I'm trying, I can't find the knob.

- [Nora] Shit, you broke it.

- Whose ass was on it?

- Ahh, Brennan!

- [Brennan] You could at least give me a hand.

- I'm not a plumber.

- [Brennan] Give me a hand.

(Nora laughs)

(hard rock music)

(banjo plucking)

(keys jingling)

- [Brennan] Wow, haven't you heard of this thing

called maid service?

- Never heard of it.

- Oh, they clean your room.

- [Nora] Then how would I find my stuff?

Oops.

Is your world spinning or would you like another drink?

- My world is spinning, and I would love another drink.

Shh, shh.

This is the moment where all the noise goes silent.

(both laugh)

- What does that mean?

- I don't know.

(ice pouring)

� My head plays you over and over �

� Standing there by the rail �

� The wind in your hair �

� Lips from wine �

� Mile from time �

� Mile from time �

(crickets)

(snoring)

(pensive guitar music)

(phone vibrates)

- Oh, hey.

- Hey.

- I'm not having a beer because I'm an alcoholic,

I'm having a beer to feel better.

It has fruit.

(acoustic guitar)

- So you leave Monday?

- I leave Monday.

- You don't have any plans, or...

- What about you, your conference is done.

What are you still doing here?

- I thought I'd stay for the weekend, see the sights.

- Why'd you check out of your hotel?

- They put us up in a real dive.

I'll find a new one later.

- Don't be stupid, you can stay in mine.

- Or I could do that.

- Close your eyes.

- How would I see?

- Use that noggin of yours.

- All right.

- Remember when you were a kid?

- Yeah, I think I was there.

- Picture it.

Remember the first time you went to the ocean.

Your loss of virginity.

First thing you regretted.

Your first heartbreak.

Open your eyes.

What color did you see?

- What color?

- Yeah, sometimes your dreams and memories

associate to a particular color.

- Blue.

- Blue?

- Mhm.

- Interesting.

- What's it mean?

- Well, sometimes, blue can typically be associated with

loyalty, truth, wisdom...

- Hey.

- Openness, heaven, and tranquility.

- Your turn.

- Nope, I am the psychoanalyzer here.

- Close your eyes.

- Then how would I see?

- Just do it.

- Remember your first crush.

First kiss.

First time you were alone and scared.

Remember prom and cigarettes.

Cats, the salon.

Your nephew, first time you got flowers, disappointment.

Remember the last time you played the piano.

The first time I held your hand.

The drinking contest.

The air mattress.

Right now, and the future.

What did you see?

- Let's keep going.

(folk guitar)

� Peering through the window �

� Watching you outside �

� You tear off your shirt �

� With sweat dripping down your side �

� And I know you think of me �

- Can I ask you something serious?

- Yeah. - You sure?

- I think so.

- Okay.

Do you want to...

Share some mozzarella sticks with me?

- You asshole,

I thought you were gonna say something important.

- Are you implying fried cheese is not?

- I do like fried cheese.

- Mhm, but you wanted something more like politics.

- Exactly.

So who did you vote for in the last presidential election?

- Um, Voldemort.

He was a little bit darker,

but I liked that his running mate was a human-eating snake.

- Oh, interesting, kind of dark.

- You two look like you're having fun.

- Oh, well, mostly he's being stupid, but it's amusing.

- Really, and how are the drinks?

- They are real good, thank you.

- Okay, that was creepy.

Wasn't that creepy?

Real good, thank you.

- Sorry I was being appreciative of your services.

- Maybe I can take you back to my room later

and thank you some more.

- I don't sound like Darth Vader.

- Yeah, you know what, you kind of do.

- Yes, you do.

- All right, so, I'm guessing a couple more vodka Red Bulls?

- Yeah, I think I need one now.

- Thank you.

I like her.

You know what we should do?

- Does it involve going back to your motel room?

- No, we should write a poem.

- Or we should write a poem.

- To Jessie.

- You want to write a poem to the waitress

we just met? - Yes, I do.

- Okay.

What do you wanna say?

- Dear Jessie, thank you

for our vodka Red Bull.

- Nora thinks that you're so cool.

- I'm sorry Brennan was so creepy.

We are too wound up to be sleepy.

- We still are going back to your room, aren't we?

- You're our new favorite girl.

- You're my new favorite girl.

- I'm not new, I'm worn.

- I can move back to Seattle.

- You live in Colorado.

- I can move to Seattle and fly to Colorado for work.

Unless you wanted to move to Colorado for a couple years,

but I think you'd hate it there.

Leaving your sister and parents?

We could make it work.

I could make it work.

- Maybe we could just stay in Nashville.

You can sing again and I can play the piano.

Where are those drinks?

(melancholy string music)

- Can I take you somewhere?

- You already have.

- Come on.

Come on.

- What are we doing?

What is this place?

- Still remember?

- Brennan, no I don't want to - Hey, come on, come on.

You're so good.

- Your memory is of a girl seven years ago

that's not still me.

- Hey, I think it is.

- You're the musician who is now working

some bullshit nine to five job,

I should be pushing you onto a stage somewhere.

- Just, give it a try.

- This is embarrassing.

- It is not, come on.

(grunts)

- Then you do it.

- I would if I knew what the hell to do.

- You press your fingers down until it sounds right.

- Oh, sounds easy enough.

Give it a shot.

- No.

I don't want to.

- Please.

Please, for me.

No?

Please, hm?

- Fine, but I'm gonna murder your ear drums.

- I'm willing to take the risk.

- Hmmph.

- Hmmph.

- What do you want to hear?

- I don't know, something cheerful.

Or suitably depressing, your choice.

- Prepare yourself for disappointment.

- Oh, I have.

- I don't remember when I wrote this, but,

I called it Hindenburg.

- After the airship?

- What airship?

(soft piano chords)

� You and I, we are ascending �

� Climbing high, suspended �

� Piloting love �

� With no training �

� Floating despite the risk �

� But holding tight at the ribs �

� I force myself to surrender �

� To slumber half past twelve �

� So turbulent and tender �

� Hearts beginning to swell �

� I think I might explode �

� And you gotta get out before I'm shaken �

� Awaken, walking without you �

� Yeah, you gotta get out before I'm shaken �

� Awaken, walking without you �

� You said the moment was perfect �

� As we rode into the darkness �

� Both blind to imminent threats �

� While I hold a handful of darts �

� A bubble bound to burst �

� And you gotta get out before I'm shaken �

� Awaken, walking without you �

� Yeah you gotta get out before I'm shaken �

� Awaken, walking without you �

� And I force myself to keep sane �

� But I don't know what you want �

� Can we keep aboard this plane �

� Can we have it all and fall without breaking �

� Yeah you gotta get out before I'm shaken �

� Awaken, walking without you �

� Yes you gotta get out before I'm shaken �

� Awaken, walking without you �

� Oh, oh, oh oh oh, oh �

- Are you going to clean that up?

- I think so.

(hard country rock)

� Take me down, baby now, down �

� Don't you know I love you, darling �

� Take me down, baby now, down �

� Don't I know you love me too �

� Take me down, baby now, down �

� Don't you know I love you, darling �

� Take me down, baby now, down �

� Don't you know I love you good �

� It's the blue eyed girl, the blue eyed babe �

� The blue eyed woman, I'm a green eyed snake �

� Takes some time, but you know I know �

� It ain't the way I look, it's just the way I flow �

� God, she's the devil queen, the Cajun mile �

� The Gulf coast woman she's a mighty drive �

� Riverboat baby flowing throw my soul �

� You can ask your friends but they already know �

- Need a flame?

- Yes, please.

- I dig the way you smoke.

- And how do I smoke?

- Here, it's like this.

But way cooler.

- No, that was pretty good.

- I'm Roy.

- Nora.

- Nice to meet you, Nora.

- You too.

Anyways, I'm gonna go.

- Well here, keep these.

Remnants of a smoke shared with a stranger.

- Well thank you, stranger.

- Thank you.

- [Brennan] And they called him something like Conrad,

so he's either gonna be a rockstar or a mathematician.

Hey, if we had a kid,

what would we name him?

- I don't like this game.

- I was just messing around.

- I know.

- Are you okay?

- Yeah, why?

- No reason.

- What do you hate about me?

- What do I hate about you?

- What do you hate about me?

- Nothing.

- We broke up once, you've hated me more than once, why?

- I don't know.

- I smoke, you hate cigarettes.

- [Brennan] Yeah, I do.

- That's one thing.

- There's a whole list of things I love about you.

- Pfff.

I kissed that guy on my 23rd birthday and you saw.

- Yeah, it was a long time ago.

What are you doing, Nora?

- I don't know what I'm doing.

- Do we really need more drinks?

- Should I just order one?

- No, no, it's fine.

- Great, thanks.

I've been with someone for a long time.

- I know.

Facebook.

- How'd you feel?

- How did I feel knowing that you were with him?

- I guess.

- [Brennan] I don't know.

- You don't know?

When it comes to emotions, I think you always know

exactly how you feel.

- I guess I wondered what it felt like.

- What?

- To be with you for that long.

- He said it was like driving in oncoming traffic.

Each night you don't know how you survive.

- I guess one day he didn't get so lucky.

- He lied to me.

- Somebody else?

- No, with pills.

- But you never? - No, are you kidding?

No, and I didn't think that he would have, either.

But, yeah, looking back it made sense.

- I would not do drugs behind your back.

I wouldn't.

I wouldn't lie to you either.

- Really? - Uh huh.

- Oh, well then you would be a robot.

Everybody lies, everybody does fucked up stuff.

It just comes down to the intentions behind them.

Let's get out of here.

� Amazing grace �

� How sweet the sound �

� That saved a wretch like me �

� I once was lost �

� But now I am found �

� Thanks to you, I can finally see �

� You were the strong one, you were the strong one �

� And I was the child, I was the child �

� And what a mess of me �

� And classic, you will give me a smile �

� Yeah you take some pain �

� Cross your heel �

� Never done without anything you start, my dear �

� That's right, just try to make it work and have fun �

� Each day I wish I could've �

� Held your hand like I did your mother �

� I wish I could have held your hand �

� Amazing grace, how sweet the sound �

� God saved a wretch like me �

- [Nora] Can we go back?

- Yeah, I'd love to.

- Back to the bar.

- Why did we leave in the first place?

- Don't be mad.

- I'm not.

(slow country rock)

- You playing hangman?

- No, I, I haven't written anything in a long time.

- Lyrics?

Am I inspiring you, Brennan?

Next thing you know, you'll be back on stage.

� Cause all I ever wanted was your love �

� Never too far, until you give up �

� Let's burn it all, baby, and rise above �

� Tell me it's not time that you want �

� Cause all I ever wanted was your love �

� Never too far, until you give up �

� Let's burn it all, baby, and rise above. �

- Sorry.

- Hah.

Where are you going?

- Anywhere.

- Don't be stupid.

- I'm not being stupid, I'm being pissed off.

- Oh, whatever.

- You know what, you do this.

- I do what?

- You get close, you cut me off, you push me away.

- I'm not pushing you away.

- Did you fuck that guy?

- Did I fuck what guy?

- You know.

- I don't.

- The guy you were talking to.

- Did I fuck a guy five minutes after talking to him

at the bar?

- It wouldn't be your first bathroom this weekend.

- Is that what you think of me?

You know, and then not answering doesn't make it better.

- You know what I hate about you?

- What, that you think I'm a whore?

- That I love you!

- You haven't seen me in seven years, you don't know me.

- I know how destroyed I was the last time,

and I hate, I hate that I love you again.

- You're drunk.

- I hate knowing that if this all ends, that you'll be fine.

You'll just go back home, you'll walk into the old bar,

and you'll wake up with one of those plaid-wearing dirtbags

leaning against the pool table,

he'll come up and buy a drink,

follow you back to your place, you'll take off your pants,

but you're too insecure to take off your top.

And I don't know what hurts me more,

knowing that you'll be thinking about me

or that you won't be.

Nora, wait.

- [Nora] No, fuck that.

- Look, you're upset.

- Oh, yeah, you're fucking observant.

- Let's just cool off. - Fuck you!

(sad guitar)

(alarm buzz)

- We should probably get up.

- Why?

- Because the alarm is going off.

- I didn't set an alarm.

- It's noon.

- No, I just, I'm hungover.

I've been hungover for like a week now.

I don't really know what to say about that.

Maybe...

Yeah, maybe, we'll see.

I better go, okay.

Yeah, you too, bye.

- I, uh, picked them myself,

well, I didn't pick them, you know.

- Yeah, well, they're interesting.

Oh, and a card. - Yeah.

- Thank you.

- You're welcome.

(exciting drum beat)

- You sure you don't want something?

- Bleh, no.

I still feel queasy.

Looking at you makes me feel sick.

- Hey.

- Not you, the food.

- Is that better?

- No, no, no don't eat me.

- Ah!

Gross, I don't eat meat.

I think I blacked out last night,

but I remember us fighting.

- We weren't fighting, we were arguing.

Disagreeing if you will.

- Oh.

Okay.

- So you leave tomorrow?

- I don't want to talk about it.

- It's our last night.

- So let's not waste it.

Come on.

Ha, come up here.

- I'll fall.

- Uh, I don't think the crash'll hurt.

Come on.

- White flamingo?

- It's all they had.

- You're trying to murder my liver?

- How romantic is dying together?

- It's not as romantic as living together.

- Fine, I will be your opening act.

- Whoa, did you just ask me to move in?

- Yeah, yeah I did.

- Haha, I do not know how you get me to do these things.

Okay, get me a ukelele.

- What, pull it out of my pocket?

All right.

(whistling)

� Sounds fall from the dark �

� Lights spray across the room �

Well, I'm a good cook, but moderately messy,

with multiple cats.

- Aren't you a bit young to be a crazy cat lady?

- I have four.

You are not a cat lady until eight.

- Oh really, because seven seems a little creepy to me.

- It does.

� Do you know your friends as well as I know mine �

� Can we escape if only one time �

� Fall by the seaside �

� Get lost in the current �

� Wishing I fly, wishing I fly �

- Hey, do you still have Meatball?

- Yeah, aw.

She's a little temperamental, mostly schizo, but I love her.

Even though she smells.

- [Brennan] Bathing her doesn't help.

- Um, no.

- [Brennan] By the way, that cat was an asshole.

Emory Blaine, 1931.

Beloved by his wife, Emily.

Beloved by his murderer, Emily,

who poisoned his oatmeal one night

because she secretly feared he was having an affair

with Katherine Johnson, whom she also...

- Yeah, but he got her back.

- By haunting her everyday for five years

until she went crazy and jumped from a window.

- What?

Have some respect.

- Sorry.

- You know, sometimes I see ghosts of ex-boyfriends.

I'll wake up, in the middle of the night,

and they'll be standing at the edge of my bed

in the shadows, watching me.

- They're not dead.

- No, but when I finally do wake up,

I have to text them to make sure.

- That's gotta be an awkward text.

Hey, it's me, long time,

by any chance did you die?

If so, did you haunt me last night?

- Vodka.

Makes letting them go harder.

- I never got a text, so I guess you never saw me.

- I did.

Two days ago in Nashville.

(soft guitar strumming)

(sniffling)

- Whatcha doing?

- Self-deprecating.

- About what?

- Being 30.

I'm drunk, in a house of judgment and forgiveness,

so I thought I would evaluate my life choices

as I approach 30.

- 30 is still young.

- Not if I want to have kids.

If I want three, I gotta start now.

- Oh, are you propositioning me?

- No, I was talking.

- I know, I was just kidding.

- Yeah, well you have the freedom, as a guy,

to kid about that, because truth be told

you can be 50, decide you want a kid,

and knock up some young girl.

- Yeah, I'm sure that's easy to do.

- I don't know why I'm thinking about this.

The future is scary.

It's heavy.

You know, I'm the only one back home who doesn't have a kid.

- Yeah, but you've got a job, one that you actually enjoy.

In this economy that's very impressive.

- Everyone thinks David and I are gonna get married.

I get to go home and destroy that image.

I'll figure it all out tomorrow.

- Tomorrow?

- I'll fly home, quit drinking,

go to the gym, and then make a plan.

- Don't you think it was fate that we ran into each other?

- Yeah.

- So?

- So.

- What about us?

- I'll fly into the rain and you'll fly into the snow.

- It doesn't snow in July.

- I feel like it always snows there.

- What did you do to me?

- Nothing.

- Yeah, but everything.

Last time it took me a year to get over you.

365 days with your face tattooed on the back of my eyelids.

And all the time, my brain going crazy,

wondering who you're with, what you're doing,

whether you're happy.

- You do remember that you broke up with me last time?

- You forced me to.

- Oh, yes, I put a gun to your head,

and I said, Brennan, please, please dump me.

- We were living on a lifeboat that was slowly sinking.

If I didn't get off, we were gonna drown.

- I don't remember ever going to the ocean.

- I was being metaphorical, and we did go once.

- Brennan, let's not do this.

- What?

- Get all intense and shit.

Not now, not tonight.

I just want to live in this moment.

(sigh)

- Don't sigh like that.

- When you get scared, all right,

you think about the future

but you don't want to talk about it,

that's a contradiction.

- You're not an open book yourself.

You get scared, too.

Why?

Because the future is fucking unpredictable

and it is scary as hell.

Yes, I'm complicated.

I'm fucked up, I'm screwed up.

But you walked away last time because of this fear.

You got terrified and you couldn't handle the pressure

because it was too tough for you.

You quit singing because of it.

Are you happy at your job?

Are you happy at your job? - No.

- Do you want to be a singer?

- I don't know.

- Do you want to be a singer? - I don't know.

- Do you want to be a singer? - I don't know, I don't know.

- Do you want to be a singer? - Yes!

- Then stop being a fucking pussy, Brennan.

Stop getting frightened and work for what you want,

even if it's gonna be fucking awful at times.

- Well, what about you?

- I'm figuring that out.

I don't want to do this, I don't want to fight.

Just, can you enjoy me like I want to enjoy you?

Let's just do that.

Okay?

- I guess we could go get drunk.

- We're good at that.

� Look away, look away, look away now �

� Look away, look away now �

� Now, before it costs you �

- What do you want me to say?

I know what you want me to say.

I just wanna make out with you.

Eh, no, I don't like P.D.A.

- Since when?

- Since people were staring.

- You look miserable.

(silly moaning)

- So, we've talked about what we hate about each other.

Let's get into some more meat.

What is your biggest flaw, Brennan?

- Biggest flaw?

You tell me.

- This is a moment of interpersonal reflection.

Go.

- I'd say I have two.

The first is I can't concentrate.

You give me scissors it looks like I cut with my toes.

- [Nora] And two?

- I'm obsessed with using my cell phone at the urinal,

and it's had disastrous results on several occasions.

- You're never taking my phone anywhere.

- In my next life, I'm coming back as a rockstar.

Perform on stage, write tragic love songs

about all my fucked up relationships,

and have 16-year-old kids recite in unison.

In your next life, who are you coming back as?

The president?

- Your boyfriend.

You turned quiet.

- It's been a long time

since anyone has treated me like this.

(pulsing rock music)

- All right, fine.

(coughing)

Oh that's good, real good.

(pulsing rock music)

- What's it called? - Oh.

- Let me see.

- This is going to be the greatest song

ever written on a napkin.

- I need a, I need cigarettes.

- Oh, we can leave.

- No, I have a full drink.

- I think there's a store on the next block.

- Thank you, Brennan.

- Okay.

- Okay.

- Thanks.

- Hot damn, what a surprise to find you still here.

- So you haven't left?

- No no no, I guess Nashville has consumed us.

- What about your first class flights?

- I traded it in for an economy tomorrow morning, yes.

Oh, she is sucking the life out of me.

Yeah, I think I'm in love.

Or I don't know, what's that feeling

when your dick's always hard?

Anyway, what have you been doing?

Drinking, getting lost.

- Yeah, yeah, what's her name?

- Nora.

- Nora, okay, now that sounds like the name

of my grandmother's girlfriend, Nora.

Anyway, look, make sure you are on an early flight

tomorrow morning okay, we've got another proposal

with Nisley at noon.

This here, is a VeroTech man.

- No, I, I don't think I'll be doing that.

Why?

I don't think I'll be doing that, Steve.

- Ow.

Okay, but you're gonna get in trouble.

He's in trouble, yeah, he'll be in trouble.

Speaking of trouble, la la la la la la la.

(rock music)

- So you're upset because I didn't leave?

- I'm upset because you came here and made a scene.

Why didn't you just go - Do you know how much

it costs to change a flight?

- Where have you been?

- I've been letting you cool off.

Who do you keep looking at?

- David.

- No, no, stop, stop, don't say anything stupid.

- Anything stupid? - Look, it's always the same.

- Why don't you just go - You disappear,

you're alone, and then we're fine.

- It's not the same.

- Here's what's gonna happen.

We're gonna get on this plane,

we're gonna go home together,

and it'll be like this weekend never happened.

(rock music)

Who's that?

- I don't know.

Ow, let go of me, David.

- Why are you talking to me like this?

- You're hurting me, David. - You're hurting me.

- Stop it! - I said I'm sorry.

- Just stop it, let go of me!

(slamming against the bar)

- Are you okay?

- Yeah, yeah yeah, I'm fine, I'm fine.

Brennan!

� You didn't have to leave so soon �

� Things are just begun �

� And you run away �

� Just like you do �

� Every time things get a little hard �

� Oh, boy �

� Now you've got a sad face on today �

- I don't want to be alone.

(soft piano)

I had an abortion.

- What?

- I don't know why I told you that, in this moment,

but I felt like I needed to.

- When was it?

- It was five years ago.

We hadn't talked in a year.

I think you were dating that blonde with the funky name.

I remember thinking that I wish it was yours.

We would've kept it.

It would've been five.

You say that you love me.

I want you to love... me.

- I do. - Don't say anything.

Just float with me.

- Yeah.

- I love you.

- Wait what, what are you doing?

- I want to remember.

- What, that cigarette?

- This trip.

This moment.

I want to remember.

- Me too.

Come on, don't make me deal with it.

- I don't want to hurt you.

- Just do it.

(sizzling)

- Sorry.

- I'm not gonna go back to Colorado.

I'm gonna stay here.

- This motel is a dump.

- I meant Nashville.

I feel...

I feel right here.

Will you come back?

- Will you sing your song?

- Yes.

- Yes.

� Cord was cut �

� And I got stuck �

� With an empty bottle of love �

� Pour me another round �

� May as well drown �

� In an ocean �

� Ocean of bourbon and her mouth �

� The rain went away �

� As far as I see �

� The life that's meant for me can't be undone �

� You never know, you never know �

� What lies ahead on the road �

� You can lose your path �

� But to find your way home �

� Just make it through �

(guitar strumming)

� Teeth so deep �

� Clenching me �

� Wishin' I'd break free �

� Chain myself to nothin' �

� Her silence is deafening �

� Yeah, whiles I scream �

� Haunting me �

� There ain't no other way �

� As far as I see �

� The life that's meant for me �

� Can't be undone �

� You never know, you never know �

� What lies ahead on the road �

� You can lose your path �

� But to find your way home �

� Just make it through �

(melancholy guitar)

� You never know, you never know �

� What lies ahead on the road �

� You can lose your path �

� But still find your way home �

� Just make it through �

� You never know, you never know �

� What lies ahead on the road �

� You can lose your path �

� And still find your way home �

� Just make it through the dust storm �

(upbeat guitar)

� I smell the whiskey �

� My baby might leave me �

� I need him more than I can tell �

� Love is all that matters �

� I can't stand to be alone �

� I'm at the bottom of a wishin' well �

� Heaven help me, lately I can't help myself �

� Heaven help me, be the hero of my own personal hell �

� I took my pen and my paper �

� To scribble out my woes �

� Digging deep, I am a girl I don't know �

� I come to my rescue, I'm my worst enemy �

� I need a shaker to rattle these bones �

� Heaven help me, lately I can't help myself �

� Heaven help me, be the hero of my own personal hell �

� Well I been leanin' on a man and a drink and a smoke �

� To fill this hole �

� Can I find some love and some peace �

� In my heart and soul �

� I lost some battles but I haven't lost my faith �

� It's survived me through my darkest days �

� I may lose my honey, my job, and all my money �

� But I trust that there's always a way �

� Heaven help me, lately I can't help myself �

� Heaven help me, be the hero of my own personal hell �

� I'll be the hero of my personal hell �

� Be the hero of my personal hell �

(mandolin plucking)

� My head plays you over and over �

� Standing there by the rail �

� The wind in your hair �

� Lips from wine �

� Mile from time �

� Mile from time �

� Sounds fall from the dark �

� Lights spray across the room �

� You said to watch �

� but I feel that you're lost �

� I feel that you're lost �

� Do you know your friends as well as I know mine �

� Can we escape if only one time �

� Fall by the seaside �

� get lost in the current �

� Wishing we fly, wishing we fly �

� My head plays you over and over �

� Speaking out, oh so loud �

� Oh so proud �

� Lips from wine �

� See the sign �

� See the sign ��