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- [inhales sharply]

Well, just keep talking,
it'll come to you.

Then it's just a matter of
getting right with it.

- You make it sound easy.

- [laughs]
Then I misspoke.

- And Ben...

Who sent you?

- Sarah.
- [sighs]

- If she asks, I gave you name,
rank, and serial number.

- Where do you put them all?

- Sambuca stretches
the stomach.

- Hell of a combination.

Give me a heads up if
you're gonna need last rites.

- When your Nonna died,

she said, "Don't visit me at
the cemetery..."

- "I'll be at Veniero's."

She was enabling
your cannoli addiction.

- Always with the phone.

- I'm gonna write this
legal aid lawyer,

see if she'll help with Ava.

- What the hell is wrong
with you?

- What?

- A Napolitano needs a favor,
they ask eye-to-eye.

- Just go find her,
like a complete stalker?

That's a terrible idea.

- At least it would show
you're desperate.

Waiter.

[solemn piano music]

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- Hey, when did you get home?

- While you were in the shower.

- You look nice.

- You too.

- Um, I told Patricia I'd go
out with her,

but if you'd rather--

- Amber, Elliot, and I are
going to a gallery,

Fort Greene.

- Text me the address.

- Yeah.

Um, I applied online for
the nursing home.

Maybe you can put in a word.

- I will.

Katie...

Have a good night.

- You too.

[door clatters open and closes]

- Is it still a ladies' night
if I send a bodyguard?

[laughs]

Wow, baby, you look beautiful.

Mmm.
- Thank you.

- [sucks teeth]

Hey, I know this great
little place,

history, charm...

- Smalls?

Honey, this is meant to be
life-affirming.

- [laughs]
That's funny.

The place is coming back,
you'll see.

I got big dreams.

- And I love you for them.

And for not spraying me down
with Lysol

on my way out the door.

- Yeah, well, don't think it
didn't occur to me.

- Hmm.

I'll be back.

- [chuckles]
You two have fun.

- ? I need a hero

? I'm holding out for a hero

? Till the end of the night

- Live music.
- Live Band Karaoke Night.

- Oh, no, no, no, no, no.

- Come on, now.
Embrace your inner diva.

- I don't have one of those.

Seriously, Patricia,
I don't sing.

- And that's what tequila
is for.

Two shots you can't reach
without a ladder.

Life-affirming, get on board.

- Put them on my tab,
sweetheart.

- Oh, you don't have to do
that.

- And you don't have to call
her sweetheart either.

- I'm taking a mentor out too.

- I'm about to be
a grandmother.

- But you should keep it on
his tab anyway.

[laughter]

- To Patricia Davis.

- No, no, no, don't do that.

- For teaching my daughter
what a fighter looks like.

- You keep that up,
we're gonna need the bottle.

- You want me to put that
on his tab?

- Sister, we are gonna
get along.

Mmm.

- Ooh.
- Ah.

- Okay.

- ? I need a hero

? I'm holding out for
a hero...?

[tranquil electronic music]

?

- ? I can see

- Intense, isn't it?

Liam's a genius.

- He set my heart on fire.

- Join the club.

- No, like, that is literally
my art burning on the wall.

Is he here?

?

- Where do you get off?

- Excuse me?

- You stole my heart.

- What is she talking about?
- I've never seen her before.

- I'm talking about
your husband's an art thief.

- [clears throat]

I believe you're looking
for me.

Liam Kelly, art thief.

- [humming]

[knocking at door]

- Hamid.

- Let me in.

- You've been drinking.
- I want to see my son.

- Sami's asleep,
you shouldn't be here.

- You asked my parents to sign
away their rights?

- Only to say caring for him
would be a hardship.

- You know how much
they love him.

- I'm not taking him from them.

- This boyfriend,
is he inside with my son?

- That's none of your business.

- Who is he?
- The guy behind you.

Is there a problem?
- I will handle this, please.

- Is this your idea, huh?

You take my son away from
his grandparents?

- I think she asked you
to leave.

- Ben, he's not himself.

- [chuckles]

You're in trouble with the law,

so you whored yourself to
a cop.

- [grunts]

- All right, all right,
all right.

- Get him out of here now.

- Come on, let's go.

- [indistinct]

- Come on.

- Call the police,
I'm pressing charges.

.

- Hamid, please.
Don't call the police.

- You don't tell me what to do.

- He's a good man,
he made a mistake.

- He's violent and won't have
him around our son.

- This is how you want to have
a say in Sami's life?

Coming to my door,
making demands,

calling me a whore?

You're better than this, Hamid.

- You want my blessing?

- No, I want you to act like
the man I loved,

to pull yourself together
for your son,

and to put the phone away.

- I want to see Sami more than
once a month.

[phone dialing]

- Twice.

- Unsupervised.

- Not until you're six months
sober,

that's what the court said.

- 911, what's your emergency?
911, what's your emergency?

[phone clicks off]

- [exhales deeply]

[dramatic music]

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- Thank you.

[band playing bluesy music]

- Here you go.

- On the house.

I think I just flirted with
a bartender.

[laughs]

And you are tired,
let's go home.

- Mm-mmm.

Look at you,
weight of the world.

- I'm okay.

- Everybody hears "cancer"
and they think that it's rude

to talk about their own
problems.

But the truth of it is,
you needing me...

That's life-affirming.

- I'm overwhelmed.

- Then maybe it's time to
call in the cavalry.

I'm told he lives upstairs.

- You know Nick is
Katie's father?

- Ron was prowling around
and he heard something.

Girl, I have been waiting
for you to cough this up

for two months.

It's been eating me alive.

And don't think tonight was not
about getting you drunk enough

for the sordid details.

Are you gonna tell her soon?

- Yeah.

And she's gonna hate me.

- For a beat.

And then she won't.

And then there will be
the two of you.

- I guess I'm scared of that
too.

- Because?

- [exhales deeply]

- Oh, boy.

- We're back.

Next up, Sarah Campbell.

Come on up here, Sarah.

- You didn't.
- I might have.

[crowd cheering]

- Sarah.
Whoo-hoo!

[cheering and applause]

- Oh, yeah!
- Whoo.

- Oh, yeah.

[band playing Janis Joplin's
"Piece of My Heart"]

?

- ? Want you to come on,
come on, come on ?

? Come on and take it

? Take another little piece
of my heart now baby ?

? Break it

? Break another little piece
of my heart now baby ?

? Break it

? Have another little piece
of my heart now baby ?

? Well, you know you got it
if it makes you feel good ?

- Your art is literally about
destroying my art.

- Yes.

- Which you stole and now
you're making money off of.

- Also, yes.

- Hold on, hold on, hold on.

First of all, I just want to
point out you're provoked.

Which, artistically speaking,
is a point in my favor.

- Oh.

- I didn't steal it.

It was in the rubbish heap
about to be incinerated.

My art was documenting
the inevitable demise

of your art.

Which I wouldn't have done if
your art wasn't good.

Beautiful, in fact.

Here, have a go.

- You want me to sign your art?

- Well, it's not exactly my art
or your art anymore, is it?

It's our art.
The story, continued.

[electronic music]

?

- Hope I didn't devalue it.

- It's too late, already sold.

You, madam, are $300 richer.

- You're serious?
- I am.

On one condition.

Show me what else you've done.

?

- Excuse me,
do you mind if I sit?

I'm waiting for my ride.

- Oh, it'd be my pleasure.

Enzo Napolitano.

- A Napolitano?
[laughs]

What do you know?
My people are from Naples too.

- No.

- Well, my grandparents.

I'm from East Harlem.

- I'm from East Harlem.

- And we've never met.

All these years,
crisscrossing the same city

- Well, maybe we did,
some subway car in the 70s,

our eyes locked.

- And then boom,
off we went on our own way.

I doubt it.

Handsome Napolitano like you,
I'd remember.

- Have you tried the cannoli?

- [laughs]

- I'm gonna go.

You good?

- Yeah.

- Good.

I'll call you in the morning.

Swoon.

- Hmm.

[melancholy music]

?

[water plopping]

[band playing Peggy Lee's
"Fever"]

?

- ? Never knew how much
I loved you ?

? Never knew how much I cared

? When you put your arms
around me ?

? I get a feeling that's
so hard to bear ?

? You give me fever

? When you kiss me,
fever when you hold me tight ?

? Fever

? In the morning,
fever all through the night ?

[out of breath]
? Sun lights up the daytime

? Moon lights up the night

? I light up when you call
me...?

[breathing heavy]

[gasping]

.

- Hey.

Did you sing our song tonight?

Hmm?

- You know I don't sing
that song for anyone but you.

- [chuckling]

You remember where we were
the first time we heard it?

- I remember what we were
doing.

- [laughs]

Ah, the stars out...

The wind rustling the trees.

- Mmm, all those lit windows,

the lives behind them.

I'm gonna stop chemo.

[somber music]

?

- Ava.

- I love you.

I'm in love with you.

But if you ever do something
like that again, it's over.

- Understood.

Ava, I'm--I'm so sorry.

?

- Sofia.

- What the hell are you doing
here?

- I was gonna text...

- But you decided to stalk?

How did you find me?

- You gave me your card.

- Which doesn't have
my home address.

You know why?
Because stalkers.

- Are you gonna finish
all my sentences?

- [sighs]

You have ten seconds before
I mace you.

Spill it, Brockovich.

- Spill?

- That your lame-wad firm is
screwing my clients.

- Oh, no, I'm here about
my case.

- Your case?

- Yeah, I took this pro-bono
thing.

It's my neighbor,
which is complicated,

because I'm not technically
a lawyer yet.

But she's Iranian--

- Oh, please tell me
you're not trying to pawn off

your brown person case.

- No, no, no--

- Good-bye, soulless corporate
white guy.

- Screw me, okay?
Fine.

This isn't about me.

It's about a woman who might be
deported to Iran.

It's about the little boy
she'd have to leave behind.

I'm not asking you to take
the case,

I'm just asking you to help me.

Please, I can't mess this up.

- It was good.

- Only good?

- I make 'em better.

- Cocoa powder or cinnamon?

- Both.
Olive oil instead of butter.

- Sacrilege.

- Well, it certainly tastes
like a sin.

[both laughing]

[car horn honking]

Oh, my goodness.
It's for me.

- It's raining out.
I'll get you an umbrella.

- [chuckling]
I don't mind a little rain.

- ? But I don't know what
she means ?

- Wait, wait, I didn't get
your name.

- ? I say love, easy,
hey, come to me ?

[Phosphorescent's
"C'est La Vie"]

?

- Library book.

- ? But I don't know what
that means ?

- I'll find you, mia bella.

- Don't get me wrong,
I love where I come from,

but I had this gut feeling
I could do something.

- So you just came to New York
at 18?

And you got your first show
at 19?

- It was a group show,
and I got lucky.

I landscape terrace gardens,

one of the clients happens
to have connections.

- Right place, right time.

- I've got a knack for that.

- ? C'est la vie she say,
but I don't know...?

- So you're a student?

- Yeah.
- At?

- Brooklyn School of
Visual Design.

- Please tell me it's your
first year.

- Why?

- Because then you still have
time to leave.

Art school is for
anxious parents

who can't imagine
a degree-less child.

- But then how do you learn?

- Future teachers learn.

Artists struggle
and output what

that struggle inspires them to.

- Hmm.

This is it.

- It's lovely.

Can I set it on fire?

I'm kidding, I'm kidding.

I think you're lovely too.

?

- ? C'est la vie they say

? But I don't know what
they mean ?

?

? I say love's easy
if you let it be ?

- All right, come on,
it's my turn.

Go make your wish.

- ? C'est la vie they say

? But I don't know what
that means ?

[camera snapping]

? I say all right, well

? C'est la vie

- The story, continued.

?

- ? I stood out in the night

? In an empty field
and I called your name ?

? I don't stand out all night
in empty fields ?

? And call your name no more

?

? I waited for days

? For your voice to answer
to me ?

? I don't wait up for days

? For your voice to answer
to me no more ?

?

? C'est la vie they say

? But I don't know what
they mean ?

?

? I say love's easy
if you let it be ?

[music distorts]

?

- Nick?

Nick, Nick.

- [grunts]
- Look at me, it's me.

- [breathing heavy]

I was on the fire escape.

- You're here now.

It's gonna be okay.

- [sobbing]

[Phosphorescent's
"C'est La vie" continues]

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