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Now, would you please feast
your eyes on that beauty?

Once we get this thing painted,
you can be on your way.

- I had an audition
for the Solid Gold Dancers.

And if you can believe it,
I got a callback.

- They want me to write
a whole fucking book.

I mean,
how can I say no to that?

- Because they're called
Bad Company for a reason.

- The best song
you've ever written,

the most beautiful song.

- Are you gonna sing this one
or will Lizzie sing it?

- Why would I sing it?
Lizzie's the singer.

I just write the songs.

- Of course I want
to be a designer.

That's the dream
since I'm a kid.

I got the job.
- Are you fucking shitting me?

- Yeah.
- Congratulations.

- Don't do anything
I wouldn't do.

[rock music playing]

♪

- Whoo!
- Ah.

- [laughing]

Yeah, if we play
like that on Saturday,

we're gonna blow
the fucking doors off them.

For real,
that was fucking incredible.

- Nah, it felt good.
It felt good. I don't know.

What do you guys, uh--what do
you think we should do next?

Maybe run through
"Learn to Love Him" again,

'cause I'm not that strong
with that one.

- Actually, um,
I have this new song

that I'm kind of
super excited about

that I wanted to play
for you guys.

It--it might not be right
for the live set,

but it could be good
as an album cut

if we actually get a deal.

- What, you don't think
it'd be good live?

Why? Everything
you write is awesome.

If it's half as good
as anything else

you've written,
we got to use it live.

- Yeah.
I want to hear it.

Come on, Genie. Let's go.
- All right, all right.

But it's a little more mellow
than my normal stuff.

It's, um--
it's, like, more of a ballad.

- You wro--
uh, when did you write that?

You wrote a ballad?

We don't do ballads.
What are you talking about?

- Yeah.
No, I know, I know.

So maybe--you know what?

I--I don't need to play it.
Let's just--

- No, Genie. Come on.
I want to hear it.

- No, we got to--
we got to focus on the gig.

- I say let's hear it.
- Yeah, yeah.

No, Tammy's right.
Tammy's right.

Don't listen to me. Go ahead.
- Yeah?

- Tammy's right.
- Give it a shot.

- Okay, okay, okay.
Just keep in mind

it's a little different.

It's not performance ready
or anything.

- Yeah.
- Oh, it's a ballad.

- Okay.
Okay.

- Nice, Genie.
- Yeah, yeah.

Okay.
Here goes.

[guitar playing]

♪ Linda, I'm afraid these
feelings just won't fade ♪

♪ But now my bed's been made,
I wish I would have stayed ♪

♪ With you

♪ With you

♪ I fought the way I feel,
thought our fate was sealed ♪

♪ And figured I could deal,
only to reveal ♪

♪ I need you

♪ I need you

♪ But you were
already out of reach ♪

♪ And I was already long gone

♪ Thought it was our fate
to take you on a date ♪

♪ But now I'm just too late,
I wish I didn't wait ♪

♪ To tell you Linda, baby

♪ How I feel I need you

♪ Summer's turned to fall,
my dream's as dead as Paul ♪

♪ I'm crying in a ball
just waiting for your call ♪

♪ 'Cause I need you

♪ I need you

♪ But you were already
someone else ♪

♪ And I am already long gone

♪ Bloodshot eyes

♪ Bloodshot eyes

♪ Bloodshot eyes

And that's--um, that's it.

- My God, Genie.That's--

that was beautiful.

I--I can't believe that.

I can't believe you--
you wrote that.

That's amazing.
- Yeah, I don't--

Genie, I don't--
I don't dig it.

I'm sorry. I don't even
really fucking get it.

And we don't do stuff
like that anyway, so.

- It's--
- Lizzie, come on.

That's a great fucking song.
I mean, I think we'd be crazy

if we didn't work on that
at least.

It's beautiful.
- All right.

No offense.
Seriously, no offense, Tammy,

but this is like--

Genie and I make
these decisions, so--

- Right. Yeah.
No, I--I get that and stuff.

I just think it'd be
a great juxtaposition,

you know, compared to all
the harder stuff that we do.

I mean, every great band
has a few mellow songs.

Think--
think, um, "Wild Horses,"

"Tangerine,"
"Behind Blue Eyes."

- Yeah, I don't want
to fucking sing it though,

so that's what we're
talking about right now.

- Okay.
Um, if that--

if that's your problem
with it, then...

maybe that actually works
'cause I was thinking...

I could sing this one.

- Okay. So you want
to be the singer now?

- No, just on this song.

And if you don't want
to sing it anyhow,

'cause you don't like it
or whatever, then I don't--

I don't see why it's a problem.

- Okay,
so I'm the only one, right?

Everybody else
loves this song.

You want to do it yourself
by yourself.

So I guess at this point
in the middle of our show,

I'll just, like,
get up and leave

and go take a break backstage
or something.

Is that what you want?

- I knew this was a bad idea.

- I don't think that's
what she's saying.

Hang on a second.
Lizzie, Genie, wait a second.

I think we should--
we should talk about this.

- No. It's fine, Tammy.
It's fine.

She's the singer, and if she
doesn't want to sing the song,

she shouldn't have to.

Then she can find someone else
to write her fucking songs.

- Did she just quit the band?

Did you just quit
the fucking band?

Aw, go fuck yourself, Genie.

- Fuck you!

- Well, that was,
uh, short-lived.

Yeah.
[clears throat]

- Fuck.

- ♪ Walking down
this rocky road ♪

♪ Wondering where my life
is leading ♪

♪ Rolling on
to the bitter end ♪

- [sighs]
Hey.

- Hi.

- Call Genie last night?

- No, I don't believe I did.

- You said you were
gonna call her.

- No. You told me
that you wanted me to call her,

but I never told you
that I would.

- Hey, there's the big boy.
How about I make you

some of my famous pancakes
this morning?

- They're actually
really good, Nicky.

- Of course they're good.

They're my grandmother's
secret recipe.

Come. Sit.
I'll make you a stack.

- Well,
I don't want to be rude.

Grandma's recipe.
[laughs]

Thanks.
- Couple of pancakes

coming right up.

["Ready For Love"
by Bad Company playing]

♪

- Jesus, are you trying
to torture me?

- [laughing]
I was waiting to see how long

it would take you to notice.

Aww.

♪ Ready for love

♪ Oh, baby I'm ready for love
- Shush. Okay?

Shut up!
- ♪ Ready for your love

- You know, I know you think
this is all a big joke,

but Bad Company,

they used to be one
of my favorite bands.

And now I can't listen
to them anymore.

- How is that my fault?

- Look, I don't want
to talk about it, okay?

And you know what?
I don't even want

to think about it.

Let's talk
about you being stupid.

Look, you're really
not gonna call Genie?

You're gonna pass up a
once-in-a-lifetime opportunity

because--
sorry, because why, exactly?

- You were not there so you
would not understand, okay?

- So then help me understand,

so I can patch things up
between you two

so you can start rehearsing

so we can play the gig
this weekend

so we become rich and famous
and get a record deal!

What's wrong with you?

- Oh!

Jill, what are you doing?

- I'm sorry.

It's just too beautiful a sight
not to document it.

- [chuckles]

Good morning.
- Good morning?

It's a great fucking morning.

First day at my new job,

wake up to the Jimmy Farrell
in my bed.

How could it get better
than that?

- Yeah. It's kind of
weird though, right?

- I mean, sure.
It's a little weird.

But it's also unexpected
and fun and awesome.

- Yeah, you left out confusing.

- Okay, yeah, confusing.

But it's just like us to make
things complicated, right?

Doesn't mean it's bad, does it?

Right?

- Yeah.

- Hey, complicated
is not such a bad thing.

- Yeah.

- Okay.
I gotta go.

- Okay.

- Can I get a kiss
for good luck?

- Yeah.

- Okay, I gotta go.

Okay.
- Good luck, good luck.

- I can't be late
on my first day.

but maybe you can
make it up to me later tonight.

Wear that.

- Good morning.
- They're looking for you.

- What? Why?
What time is it?

- There you are.
- Hey.

Yeah, here I am.
Am I late?

I thought you wanted
me here at 9:00.

- What time is it?

- It's only 8:30.

- Then you're not late.

Listen and learn.

I take my coffee black.

Gwen takes hers
with two sugars and skim milk.

I love this.

There's a deli
on Prince and Broadway.

Bacon, egg,
and cheese on a roll.

Gwen will have a grapefruit--
may I?

A grapefruit
and a roll with butter.

As far as dinner goes,
I'm gonna need reservations

for four at Raul's.

And Gwen is going to need a car

to take her uptown
to 84th and Madison.

I think it's 84th Street.

I need to check on that.

Oh, speaking of which,
did she, um,

talk to you about her weekend
travel arrangements?

I think she wants
to move her flight to Monday.

Are you okay with all this?

- No problem.

- [chuckling]

- What?

- I'm just fucking with you.

I told you
you didn't need to do

any of this bullshit,
all right?

Oh, but do make sure
you check about the flight.

Oh, by the way,
do you have a passport?

- Yeah. Why?

- You'll be going to Milan

to shop for fabric with Gwen.

- Really?
When would this be?

- Check with Gwen
for the details.

Oh, kid, welcome to the team.

- [laughs]

- What are you doing here?

- I'm gonna walk you
to your audition.

- Why would you do that?

Didn't we break up last night?

- I know,

but I still figured
you could use a pep talk.

- All right.
Let's walk and talk.

- So?
How are you?

You got this?

- No.
I'm fucking terrified.

- That's understandable.

But remember,

you're an incredible dancer,right?

You just go in there
and do it the same way

you've been
rehearsing all week.

Keep in mind they auditioned
over 500 girls for this

and they're down to 20, right?

So that means
you got a good chance.

- Yeah, but they're only
choosing two new dancers,

so what are the odds there?

- Well, it's like
fucking ten to one, right?

Which aren't good.

But you are.

You're gonna go in there,
and you're gonna

get this fucking job.

- Are you really
this nice a fucking guy, Luke?

- No.

I'm just in love with you.

- All right.

Come on.
- Yeah?

- [laughs]
You think you need my help?

No, Pags,
I need your help here, okay?

I'm the one that's
sitting here contemplating

dropping out of business school

to join this band
that's already broken up.

I mean, wh--
God, what is going on?

- No, they're not
broken up, okay?

It's--it's--
it's just a hiccup.

And I'm gonna fix it.Just--

I need a little bit of help,
so what happened?

- I mean, well, Lizzie was
definitely in the wrong, okay?

And she completely
dismissed Genie's song,

and the worst part is it was
actually a really good song.

- Ugh, God.
Just as we're about to get

some success, we implode?

I mean, who the fuck
do they think they are,

the goddamn Sex Pistols?

They break up after one album.

- Forget the album, we didn't
even get to play the gig.

If I am being honest though,

I think I do know why Lizzie
reacted the way she did.

I'm not even sure
she's entirely aware.

- Wait, what do you mean?

- The song, the--the lyrics are
all about this unrequited love.

And by the way
Genie was looking at Lizzie

the entire time
she was singing it,

yeah, I'm pretty sure
Genie wrote this song

about your sister.

- Wait, wh--
what, you serious?

- Yeah.
I mean, does that surprise you?

They've been connected
at the hip forever.

- Well, no.

Now that you mention it,

it kind of makes sense.

Ah, you know what that means?

Another inter-band
relationship.

God, that's how we lost
the fucking drummer

in the first place!

They never work, ever.

I mean, just think Stevie Nicks
and Lindsey Buckingham.

- And John and Christine McVie.

- Yeah, and that's all
in the same band.

Not to mention
The Mamas and The Papas,

fucking Sonny and Cher.

- God, ABBA.

Dude, both those
couples are divorced.

- Ugh.

This complicates things,
doesn't it?

- I don't even know
if I'm right.

I could be totally wrong
about Genie and Lizzie.

I mean, I--
I might be totally off base.

- Yeah, well,
if you are right...

I don't think Lizzie's gonna
want to talk to me about it.

So would you mind talking
to her for me?

- For the sake
of our rock and roll dream--

and a potentially
beautiful romance, yeah.

Okay.
I'll do it again.

- Is this for real?
You're not shitting me.

You're taking me to Milan?
- [sighs]

Have you ever been out
of the country before?

- Uh, does Cancun
for spring break count?

- No, but we are going
to rectify that,

and you are going to love it.

- Okay,
so when do we go?

- We leave Monday,
and we'll be gone for a month.

- Monday?
- Mm-hmm.

- For a month?
[laughs]

- No. No.

What is happening?
- What?

- You will not be leaving
some boyfriend behind

that you're gonna be pining
for the whole time, are you?

Because I had a girl
a few years ago.

She lasted three days.

That's right.
One, two, three.

And then she got homesick and
had to run back to the asshole

who already started
shtupping somebody else.

- Yeah, no.
I got nothing like that.

I mean, like, I did just sleep
with my ex-boyfriend and I do--

- Okay.
Ah-da-da-da.

I'm not your therapist.
I'm your boss.

- Mm-hmm.
- Okay? Good.

Because there's gonna be
a lot of travel in your future.

And we work way too many hours

and travel way too much
to ever really settle down.

Teresa,
where's the plane ticket?

Great job, honey.
- Here you go.

Oh, thank you.

- I was friends
with her mother, too.

Now pack your bags.

- Thank you.

- [crying]

- Stacey Ross?
- Yeah.

- You're next.
Follow me, please.

- Okay.

- This is number 23.

- What's your name?
- Um, it's Stacey Ross.

And I just want to say
that it's an honor to be here.

- Okay, Stacey.
Welcome back.

- Can I just
take my sweater off?

[clears throat]

Uh, we're going to do the first
day's jazz combination.

Is that all right?
- Yeah.

Yeah, yeah, that sounds good.
- Great.

Okay.

Roll music.

["Tainted Love"
by Soft Cell plays]

♪

- ♪ Sometimes I feel
I've got to ♪

♪ Run away, I've got to

♪ Get away from the pain you
drive into the heart of me ♪

♪ The love we share

chorus: ♪ Whoa-oh-oh
- ♪ Seems to go nowhere

♪ And I've lost my light

♪ For I toss and turn,
I can't sleep at night ♪

♪ Once I ran to you
chorus: ♪ I ran

- ♪ Now, I'll run from you

♪ This tainted love
you've given ♪

♪ I give you all
a boy could give you ♪

♪ Take my tears
and that's not nearly all ♪

♪ Oh, tainted love
chorus: ♪ Oh, whoa-oh

[music stops]

- Thank you.

- Um, was that okay?

- Yes, that was very,
very nice.

And, uh, congratulations.

- Congratulations?

Um, does that mean
that I got it?

- Yes, that's exactly
what that means.

- Are you fucking kidding me?

I'm sorry.

Thank you.
Thank you so much.

[car horn honking]

- Oh-ho-ho,
are you kidding me?

How good does that look?
- I gotta admit I was wrong.

It actually
came out kind of nice.

- Kind of nice?
What?

This is a thing of beauty.

- Well, then let's get
a picture, shall we?

- [laughing]
- So you see, I am a man

of my word, am I not?

Do you remember years ago

I said I was gonna
do this, right?

I was going to buy an old
beater and restore it for you.

I made a plan,
and I followed through.

- [laughing]
Okay. And--

and you're really just
giving this to me,

even though I barely
helped you with it?

- No, your mother
and I are giving this to you,

but on one condition.

Like I did with this car,

making a plan
and following through,

I want you to do the same thing
with your plan.

And that means taking
your camera equipment,

you're gonna load it
into this thing,

and you're gonna
get on the road

and take
that cross-country trip

like you've been talking
about for years.

- Yeah, no.
It's--

Right, you're right.

- Are you sure?
Because I don't think

you're ever gonna find
a better moment to do this.

You're in between jobs.
You don't have a girlfriend.

- Timing is kind of perfect.

- Yeah, the timing it--

it couldn't be better.

- Well then, the car is yours.

- Mind if I take it for a spin?

- I would expect
nothing less, James.

[engine revving]

- Let's see what she can do.
- Let's see it, my man.

[tires squealing]

Like the kid said,
thing of beauty.

[loud drumming]

- Tammy.

Tammy.

Tammy!Tammy!

- Oh. Hey.
Hi, Liz.

Sorry.
- Hi.

What the hell
are you doing here?

- I was waiting
for you actually.

Yeah, I was hoping
maybe we could talk

about yesterday's rehearsal.

- Man, did Nicky
put you up to this?

- He did, but now
that I am also in the band,

that is if we still
have a band...

I don't know, I'd--

I'd like to know what's
going on as well, you know?

- Look, it's a nice song,
and I get that.

All right?
- Mm-hmm.

- And I said I would listen
to it and I did,

but we don't
do shit like that.

We don't.
We don't do fucking ballads.

And we don't do fucking
acoustic folk, all right?

That's the only reason
I said I didn't vibe it.

- Okay, I understand that.
I do. I just think that,

I don't know,
maybe rather than just

dismissing it completely,
you could have talked to Genie,

seen if you could work
on it together,

make it fit the band,
instead of just

immediately pissing on it.

- Okay. Well, here's why
I immediately pissed on it,

because in addition
to it being a love song,

which I can't stand,
she wrote it by herself

and we don't do that.

She works on the music,
and then she comes to me,

and we work on the lyrics
together as a team.

And this one, she just fucking
went off and did it by herself.

And if I'm
honest with myself,

that's what pissed
me off the most.

- Wait. Hang on.
Lizzie, is that

really the only reason?

- Yes, it's really
the only reason.

- Have you listened
to the lyrics actually?

- Yes--yes.
- Okay, um,

"summers turned to fall,
my dreams as dead as Paul.

"Linda--" or Lizzie,
"said she'd call.

Now I'm crying in a ball
'cause I need her."

Gosh.

- Okay. So what
are you saying exactly?

- Her.
You are--you are her.

Linda. You are Linda.
Lizzie is Linda,

the girl she's in love with.

- What?

No, get the fuck
out of here.

- Yes.
- That's--no, it's not me.

- Yes, it's like that--
- No, that's not possible.

- Like that Jim Croce song,

"I'll Have To Say
I Love You In a Song"

'cause he couldn't tell it
to this girl's face,

so he said it in a song.

- Tammy, why would you think
I would ever know the lyrics

to a Jim Croce song?

- Lizzie, come on.
No, that's not--

that's not the point here.

The point is--God,

Genie is in love with you.

[engine rumbling]

- Hey, man.
What year, '68?

- Yeah.
Hey, good eye.

- Yeah, I could tell by the
side markers and split grill.

What you got under that hood?
The 351 or the 428?

- Sorry to disappoint.
No, it's just a stock 302--

with a little bit of extra.

You know, nothing too big time,
but she goes.

- Think you can pop it open
for me so I can take a look?

- Yeah, sure.

- Aw, nice.
What kind of carb you running?

A Holly
or did you keep the stock?

- No, yeah,
it's a Holly double pumper.

This thing's gnarly, man.

You know your shit, huh?

- Yeah, a little bit.

- A little bit.

- Oh, and who did
this body work?

That shit is sick.

- Yeah, that was me
and my old man.

Should have seen this thing
when we first got it.

[scoffs] Who knows?
Maybe in a couple of years,

you and your father will
do the same thing, huh?

- Yeah.
Mights never.

I ain't seen my old man
in years,

but thanks again.

I'll catch you later.

- Yeah.

I'll see you around.

[knock on door]

- Who is it?
- It's me.

- Oh, come on in.

- What's going on?
- Hey.

Just give me a minute.
I'm looking for my passport.

- Your passport?
Why?

You taking a trip?
- Ooh! Yes, there it is.

- Hi.
- Hi.

Okay, we need to talk.
Do you want to sit down?

- Sure.
- Great.

Um...

So I got some bad news.

I mean, it's fucking
incredible news for me,

but it's really--
uh, it's bad news for us.

Um, I'm leaving on Monday
for Milan for a month for work.

And I feel really terrible,

'cause last night
was so incredible.

But once again, our timing
is kind of off, you know?

- Wh--really?

- Yeah.

- Yeah.
Yeah, that is bad news for us.

But it's like you said,
it's great news for you.

- Are you smiling?

You happy about this?

- No.

I'm just relieved is all.

- Relieved?

What the fuck?
I thought you'd be devastated,

you know, like always.

- Well, it's just that

I kind of promised my dad
I'd take off

on this cross-country drive.

He's been working on this car
for me all summer.

Not that last night
wasn't great.

It was.
It--

Look, it really was.

Brought back all sorts of...

thoughts and feelings and--

- Yeah, yeah, yeah.
I feel exactly the same way.

There's no need to rush back
into a relationship.

It'd be way too confusing.
- I totally agree.

I totally agree.

And it wouldn't be fair
to you either.

You're taking off for a month.

You shouldn't be focused on--

on me or us.

You--you got to focus
on doing a great job.

- Yeah.
- Okay, this is your time, too.

- Yeah.
That's really, really smart

and mature of you,
Jimmy Farrell.

I'm very impressed.
- Wow.

Mature and smart.
Me?

Two things you never
accused me of before.

- [laughs]

- At least as it relates
to our relationship.

- Yeah, well.

Okay.

- Um--
[clears throat]

well, maybe I'll--
uh, I'll still see you tonight.

Tammy told you we're
doing a bonfire

at the Promised Land, right?

- Yeah, yeah, she told me.

Stacey's gonna come, too.

- Really?
- Mm-hmm.

- Cool.

All right, well, uh,

we'll have the whole crew
back together again.

- Mm-hmm.

See you there.

- Yeah.
Yeah, see you there.

- [grumbles]

[knocks on door]

Hey.

- What do you want?

- I'm sorry. I just wanted
to say I'm--I'm sorry.

So, sorry.

- Okay.

- And, um,
I was talking to Tammy,

and she's--she--
she said she thinks

that the song
that you wrote is about us.

And that I'm--that I'm Linda.

And I was thinking about
the lyrics later and like,

you know, the Paul--
the Paul McCartney reference.

That's what that was, right?
That's amazing.

That was like--
that's inspired and so subtle.

It's really good.
But, um--

but, yeah, is that true,
am I Linda?

- Yeah.

What do you think about that?

[soft music]

[laughs]

- Sorry, did I--
does that--is that okay?

Should I not--
should I not have done--

- Yeah, it was okay,
you dummy.

- Okay. Okay.

[laughter]

- Wait, listen, I know--I know
I'm a little high right now,

but you know
what this reminds me of?

The six of us sitting here
in a circle.

Remember back in junior high
when we'd take our bikes

over here and we played spin
the bottle with each other?

- [chuckling]Yeah.

Yeah, until, you know,

Jill would land on Jimmy
and it would end the game

'cause they'd go make out
for an hour.

- Oh, yeah.

- Whoops.
- You know what we should do?

I think we should play
right now

for old time's sake.

You fucking wish, Pags.

[laughter]
- Hey, fuck off.

You're--
you're my flesh and blood.

You're my sister.
I wouldn't fuck--

- I'm not your fucking sister.

- Okay!
It's essentially.

- Hey, well, speaking
of fucking around, can we talk?

- We'll see you two in an hour.
- Shut the fuck up.

- Jimmy and Jill
went up the hill.

- Yeah, to fuck in the back
of his Cougar.

[laughter]

["I Love You"
by Climax Blues Band playing]

- So what's going on, huh?
Is everything all right?

- No, everything's
not all right.

Everything's fucked up.
Everything's a fucking mess.

- What, because of me?
- Yeah, 'cause of you,

and 'cause of me 'cause...

I'm really pissed off
about our conversation earlier,

'cause you being fine,
I'm--I'm not fine.

I don't want to pretend that
I'm fine leaving you again,

'cause I'm not fine
leaving you again.

- Well, it's about time
you realized that.

- Jimmy I'm really serious.
I feel like I shouldn't go.

- No.
Whoa, whoa.

No way.
What, are you kidding me?

This is a great
opportunity for you.

Look, look. Hey.

Trust me, I--I know
how hard and scary it is

to take off
and leave home, okay?

Especially when you're
leaving somebody behind.

But this is something
you've been

dreaming about
your whole life.

- But, like,
a lot can happen in a month.

I don't want to risk that.

And I know that I'm always
the one that's, like,

pushing you away, pushing you
away and asking for space.

And now I feel like you need
to come closer to me.

- Whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa.
Jill, Jill.

This is kind of seeming like
a bit of a freak out, right?

But that's usually
what I do, right?

- Sure.
But like, I've been

really trying
to convince myself

for a long time
that I don't need you.

And today, I just kind of
realized that I do need you.

So I'm--
I'm sorry for freaking out.

- You know, for months
I've been trying to tell myself

that I don't need you.

And the more I say it,
the less I believe it,

'cause I love you, Jill.

I fucking love you.

And, uh...

I can't fucking
believe I'm saying this,

but you're getting
on that plane,

and you're going to Milan,

because this is
your fucking chance.

It's right in front of you.

And I know--I--I know it's
gonna be fucking scary,

and it's gonna be intense
and-- [stammering]

It's gonna be fucking great.

- Is it?

- You're gonna be great.

- Am I?
- Yeah. Yeah, you are.

You are.

And I'm gonna get in this car
my fucking dad built for me,

and--and I'm gonna go
on that road trip.

And in a month,
we'll come back and--

and we'll figure out
what's next.

- Okay, but I feel like
I know what's next.

I think you and me are next,
us is next.

This is next.
- Yeah, you know--

- Okay, and when you say,
"We're gonna figure it out,"

it sounds like
we're kind of not

getting back together,
so it just, like--

- Hey, when you say,
"We'll figure it out"

it usually means
we're breaking up.

But when I say it...

it actually means
we'll figure it out.

Okay?

- Can you, like, kiss me now?

'Cause I feel
really embarrassed.

♪

I love you, Jimmy.

- ♪ I love you

[sniffling]

- [exhales deeply][laughs]

I'm good, I'm good.

All right.
- I'm good too.

- Yeah, you're beautiful.

- Should we go?

- Yeah.

- Yeah, that was crazy.
[laughs]

- Hey, what did we miss?

- Uh, I don't know.
What did we miss?

- Oh, I think we know
what we missed.

- More like this.

- No. No, no.
We were just talking about, um,

that night before we all
took off to college

and we were doing
the same thing.

Six of us around the bonfire.
You remember that?

Just like this.
- Yeah, of course.

Remember Pags started crying
'cause he thought it was

the last time
we'd all be together.

- Yeah, how fucking
wrong were you, Pags?

I think we're all stuck
with one another,

for better or for worse.

- I don't know.
I personally think

it's for the better.

- I second that, Tammy.

- You know what?

I say we make a deal.

No matter where we are
in our lives,

every couple of years
we meet up back here

and we have a bonfire
at the Promised Land.

- Yeah, but just us six,
you know?

No boyfriends,
no girlfriends.

Just us.

- Aww.

You know for once, Pags,

I think I actually
agree with you.

Just the six of us.

- All right then.
It's a deal.

The Promised Land Six.

- Whoo, I like that.
- Yeah.

all: Promised Land Six.

- Cheers to you.

[Thunderclap Newman's
"Something in the Air"]

♪

- Girls, I'll see you
when I see you.

- Yeah, get home safe, boys.

- We'll figure it out.

- We'll figure it out.

- ♪ Hand out the arms
and ammo ♪

♪ We're gonna blast our way
through here ♪

♪ We've got to get together
sooner or later ♪

♪ Because
the revolution's here ♪

♪ And you know it's right

- Catch you later, boys.

- ♪ And you know
that it's right ♪

♪ We have got
to get it together ♪

♪ We have got to get it
together now ♪

[upbeat rock music]

♪

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