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(somber music) (glass shattering)

(somber music)

- [Man] How was your day, babe?

- [Woman] Good.

Hey, we finally got that appointment.

- [Man] Which Appointment?

- [Woman] The fertility doctor.

You said you'd come with me.

- [Man] Oh.

Right.

- [Woman] It's 8:30 in the morning, okay,

so we can not be late.

It has been a nightmare trying to get this thing.

- [Man] I'm sure it'll be fine.

(somber music)

I...

I have to tell you something.

(dramatic piano music)

(engine rumbling)

(somber saxophone music)

(camera snapping)

(baby laughing)

- [Young Man] Do you want it?

What if I want it?

(laughing)

- [Woman] Do you want the balloon?

- Yeah.

- [Woman] Good boy.

Ah, you're gorgeous.

(chuckling)

Wanna play peekaboo?

Do you wanna play peekaboo?

What color is the balloon?

- Blue.

- [Woman] It's blue, good boy.

- It actually used to be a color for girls.

- [Woman] Zain, not now.

- What? It's true.

(camera snapping)

- Gorgeous.

We got it.

Woo.

Do you wanna get your ice cream now?

Sound good?

- [Boy] Yeah.

- Yeah?

Did you have fun?

- Yeah.

- Did you have fun?

He was terrific, honestly.

Really, really, really terrific.

- We'll have the proofs online by Sunday.

- Thank you.

- I want it.

- [Mother] Oh, no, no.

- It's okay, can you just get him another balloon?

- Yeah.

- Oh, get it off.

- I'm sorry, what?

- The mole.

- But it's on his face.

- [Mother] Yeah but you can airbrush it off.

This is gonna be our Christmas picture.

- Mm-hmm.

But he has the mole in real life.

- Yes but we're gonna have it surgically removed

when he's older, so why preserve the memory?

(wind howling)

Matthew is a beautiful boy but when people see the mole,

that's how they'll label Matthew.

That's how Matthew will identify himself.

Amateur.

- [Zain] The prints should be online by Sunday.

- [Mother] Great.

I'll take the balloons.

- [Zain] Okay.

She took all the balloons.

Night, boss.

(door closing)

(phone dial tone buzzing)

- [Man Voicemail] Hello, you've reached Kevin Durant.

I'm unavailable at the moment.

Leave a melody at the tone.

(beeping)

- Hey, hon.

You okay, I haven't heard from you.

Listen, have an appetite tonight, okay?

Because I'm going to make some Brussels sprout tacos

with an Asian pear slaw.

I'll see you soon.

Okay, I love you, bye.

(shower trickling)

(phone dial tone buzzing)

- [Kevin] Hello, you've reached Kevin Durant.

I'm unavailable at the moment.

Leave a melody at the tone.

- Where the fuck are you, darling?

(phone dial tone buzzing)

(crickets chirping)

(chuckling)

(sighing)

(distant traffic commotion)

Shit.

Hello?

(phone dial beeping)

(phone dial tone buzzing)

- [Operator] 911, what's your emergency?

- [Woman] Hi, yes, I'd like to report a burglary.

- [Operator] Can you tell me what happened?

- [Woman] My ring was taken.

Don't think I'm in immediate danger.

- [Kevin] Hello, you've reached Kevin Durant.

I'm unavailable at the moment.

Leave a melody at the tone.

- There's no photo!

It's gone, my wedding photo is gone.

- Miss, miss, calm down.

I want you to fill this out.

- He wouldn't do this, I honestly--

- Of course not.

- Trust me, I think something's wrong.

I think he's been kidnapped.

I just don't have a good feeling.

- Look,

we're gonna put an APB out.

- Thank you. - And I got a feeling

this is just an outburst, okay?

(ominous music)

(glass shattering) (man groaning)

(ominous music)

- No, so you're absolutely sure?

Okay, thank you, bye.

(somber music)

I can't sleep.

It's too quiet in this house.

- [Kevin] Do you want me to read to you?

(refrigerator buzzing)

- [Zain] Hair of the dog?

- Oh my God.

I thought I told you to take the day off.

- You did but the McFeely's called.

They never received a copy of their proofs, so.

Is everything okay?

- Not really.

Hey, while you're here,

can you search your computer?

- Sure.

- For a picture of a man.

Longish brown hair, brown eyes, medium build.

- Sure, who is it?

- My husband, he's missing.

- You're married?

- You've never met my husband?

- You were so specific when you hired me not to pry.

Remember?

"Zain, there's a definitive line

"between my private life and my public life

"and you're not allowed to jump over it.

"Also, don't drink my wine."

Remember that?

- That impersonation is terrible

but that does sound like me.

- I'm gonna try my best to find the photo

but we do have the co-chairs of the gala,

the Bells and Bows Ball coming today.

Remember?

- Right.

Okay, I've gotta go.

- I'm sorry, where are you going

and what're we gonna do about the photo shoot?

- Handle it.

(air blowing)

(air blowing)

(park commotion)

(overlapped conversations)

(ominous music)

(somber music)

- Eve?

- Yes.

- Thank you for meeting me.

I can't find my husband.

- I'm sorry, what?

- When was the last time that you saw him?

(chuckling)

- I should go.

(somber music)

- Wait, look, I'm sorry.

I don't know where else to turn.

He just disappeared and he wouldn't just leave me.

Help me find him.

- I don't think I'm the best person.

- Listen, apart from me, he has you.

You're his other life, you're his work wife.

Help me fill in some details.

- Making her relive the truth

may just push her back inside.

She needs to wake up when she's ready.

- What am I supposed to do?

- Be kind.

Be her friend.

(somber music)

- You know, I mean, it's all here, right?

The restaurants we ate at, the birthday presents

and then nothing.

I mean, how does someone just disappear?

- Oh, I don't think people just disappear.

I think they disappear because they want to.

- I'm sorry?

- Oh, honey, that's not what I meant.

- The officer thinks I'm crazy.

- You're one of the least crazy people I've ever met.

- How do you know?

I could be a serial killer.

I could've chopped Kevin up into a million little pieces.

And you could be next.

(laughing)

- Alyssa, I think I found something.

Kevin Durant on Google.

- What?

- Yeah.

Good images seems to think he's a basketball player.

Six, eight, seems really popular.

- Yeah, jokes old, Zain.

- Oh, sorry.

Actually did find something.

Printed it out anyways.

(whooshing)

- [Alyssa] Wait, keep your hand on.

- [Kevin] How are you gonna manage

the jungles of Nicaragua after I've been bitten

by a sea serpent?

- [Alyssa] Well, I'll hitchhike.

- [Kevin] Yeah, who'd pick you up?

- Excuse me?

Hot young widow in Nicaragua.

They'll be lining the streets.

Okay, I can do this.

- [Kevin] And accelerate on.

(yelling)

(laughing)

You're doing it.

- I'm doing it.

- [Kevin] Hey, look.

- Honey!

- [Kevin] I have this for you.

- What is that?

- This is a good luck present.

Don't you like it?

- I'd prefer jewelry, darling.

- [Kevin] It's a kind of jewelry.

- Fuck.

- [Kevin] Alyssa.

Hey, don't give up.

Don't.

Alyssa.

- [Alyssa] This is stupid.

- [Kevin] Alyssa, don't give up.

- [Alyssa] It's stupid!

- [Kevin] Alyssa!

Alyssa!

(phone dial tone buzzing)

(car rumbling)

- [Woman Voicemail] You've reached the Durant Wine Estate.

We're currently not available.

If you're making a reservation for a tasting, press two.

(knocking)

- Can I help you?

- Yes, is Blythe?

Is Mrs. Durant available?

- Whom can I say is asking?

- Alyssa.

It's her, I'm her daughter-in-law.

- One moment, ma'am.

- Thank you.

- You're here.

- I am.

- You look like a train wreck.

- It's nice to see you too.

Have you seen Kevin?

(chuckling)

Okay, so you don't mind if I look around then.

- Ah, actually, I do.

When Kevin was a boy, he used to disappear for hours.

There was always a cloud over his head

and then when he grew older,

the cloud became a rainstorm

and then a hurricane and then...

How well do you even know your husband?

- What?

- I'm sorry.

You shouldn't have wasted your time.

- Blythe.

(dramatic music)

Give up!

(phone dial tone buzzing)

I know you're home, you old cow,

and I'm gonna come back every day until you talk to me

because you know where my husband is

and I want you to tell me.

I deserve to know the truth.

If you know where Kevin is, just tell me!

Did he fall in love with someone else?

Because I can handle it, I just wanna know the truth.

Just, please, why won't you tell me the truth?

(beeping)

And that is my other line.

That is a person who respects me

because I am a person who deserves to be respected,

so goodbye!

Moo!

(beeping)

(chuckling)

I am so drink.

- [Eve] I'm going to take you home.

- Yeah.

- Did you eat today?

- Yes, Mom.

(laughing)

Actually, no.

Wait.

Definitely did not.

- Let's get some food into you.

I have to be somewhere but you can come.

There's food there.

- You're nice, why are you so nice to me?

Honestly, you're too nice to me.

- Come on.

- Why?

- You're a drunken mess.

(upbeat jazz music)

(audience applauding)

- Get set tonight, Eve!

- Thank you, Joe.

- Haven't missed a show yet.

- You are my biggest fan.

- See you next week, babe.

- You got it.

You

are not eating.

- Mmmm.

I'm not hungry.

- Eat.

- That was amazing.

- Thank you.

It felt good.

(faint piano jazz music)

Good.

(birds chirping)

- [Eve Voiceover] Well, music is an abstract art.

It is also one of the most expressive forms

of human communication.

A simple melody can be arranged or played

in a variety of ways to tell different stories.

(pleasant piano music)

One version might dance over brisk rhythms that swagger

using major chords to convey a sense of optimism.

(upbeat piano music)

(Alyssa vocalizing tune)

While another version, played softer,

slower, in a minor key,

might arose sentiments of nostalgia

or sadness.

(vocalizing tune)

And with Jazz,

we have the freedom to take our self-expression

one step further through improvisation,

reshaping an existing melody

in ways that reflect our own identity.

(pleasant piano music)

(Alyssa vocalizing tune)

(wind howling)

- [Alyssa Voiceover] "My love, my love, my love,

"it is with a heavy heart I write this note to you.

"I am so unhappy, I just can't do this anymore.

"If there was anyone who could have saved me

"it would've been you."

(rumbling)

- Alyssa!

Are you okay?

- Yeah.

(ominous music)

Why is his phone always on?

- Okay, let me call the police.

- No, no, no, I'm fine.

Just go.

- You shouldn't be alone.

- Please.

(ominous music)

"If anyone could have saved me,

"it would've been you."

(somber vocalizing tune)

(rumbling)

(underwater yelling)

(coughing)

It's my fault, isn't it?

- [Eve] No, this wasn't under your control.

This wasn't in your-- - Of course it was.

He was so shut up inside himself.

I miss him so much.

- I'm so sorry.

- I have to tell his family.

His friends.

His colleagues.

- I can, I can tell the people.

- Oh my God.

- I'm gonna be, I think I'm gonna be sick.

It's not the time.

I'm burying my husband.

I'm not burying him but you know what I mean.

- Don't you think it's strange?

- Stranger than being a widow at 34?

- Someone clearly has his phone, right?

It's been just over a week and it's still on.

Okay, maybe they know how to find his body.

- What does it even matter now?

- It doesn't but it's weird.

Okay, and his phone is always on

and even though Professor Kevin Durant is unGoogleable,

I found his user name on Spotify and it's active.

Why would that--

- Zain, I can't deal with this.

I can't.

I can not. - Alyssa.

- Hey.

- Hi.

- Thank you, this is so nice of you.

- It's the least I could do.

- This is my friend, Zain.

- My condolences.

- Thank you.

Thanks so much.

I'm so glad you're here.

(chuckling)

- So, how was your flight?

- Oh, an adventure.

I plied the little monsters with cough syrup

but they stayed awake the entire two and a half hour flight.

(chuckling)

- Is Jeremy here?

- Oh, no, no, no, he stayed in Seattle.

Yeah.

Lucky bastard.

He left me to deal with my mother and his highness

by myself.

- How is your brother?

- Oh, he's pissed.

He's irritated, he's irate.

Typical Kevin.

Always stealing thunder away from Julian.

Even postmortem.

(laughing)

I'm sorry, that was insensitive.

- No, no, no, no, really, it's good to laugh.

Hi.

Thank you for coming.

Laura, this is Eve, Eve this is Laura's--

- [Laura] We've met.

Hi, how are you?

- [Eve] I'm doing okay.

- [Laura] Great.

- I would be lost without her.

(chuckling)

- So where's the alcohol?

- At least his Netflix account still works.

- That would be because it's connected to my credit card.

- Can I still use it?

- Sure.

Won't make a difference.

- Okay, good.

But don't judge me.

I watch one gay movie and Netflix thinks I'm a lesbian.

- Which gay movie?

- "Blue Is the Warmest Color."

- That's not a gay movie, that's art.

- Well, Netflix thinks it's gay art.

All my recommendations are Barney bullshit for the twins

or "La Toya Does La Jolla."

(laughing)

- [Eve] Oh, God.

- Another?

- Yes, thank you.

- Wow.

How did your liver survive this place?

- It surely did.

- What doesn't kill you makes you fat.

- Kevin had no tolerance.

Two drinks and he's gone.

- [Laura] Well that's Julian's fault.

- What? Why?

- When Kevin was, like, six,

Julian thought it would be funny

to lure him into the fermenters.

Apparently it took him like two days to find him.

- Ha, that smell.

(laughing)

- I think it was his friend memory.

- Sorry, don't blame me for him killing himself.

(chuckling)

- Julian.

- What? It's easy to sugarcoat the memories

like he's the victim.

- [Zain] Well, there's still no body, so.

- Zain.

- Suicide is so selfish.

I was to pick up the pieces.

He left a bomb and then he fled the building.

- Julian, stop it.

I can't do this anymore.

- Julian's right.

Kevin was unhappy, we all knew it.

Maybe some of us more than others, I certainly did.

He didn't blame anyone.

Certainly not his family.

Certainly not his wife.

But he felt like he was living a lie.

That life had become unlivable.

He felt detached,

disassociated,

numb.

That's why Kevin left.

He wasn't...

(dramatic music)

He coached club soccer in the winter

but he came home late all year?

- [Alyssa] Yes, he had off-season training.

- [Eve] Alyssa, there were no mirrors in your house.

- [Alyssa] He broke them all.

Doctor said high levels of testosterone.

- [Eve] He took a prescription cocktail

and knocked himself out for two weeks cold.

(dramatic music)

(chuckling)

(sniffling)

- Well that was horrible.

- I know.

I'm sorry.

- I don't know.

A part of me believes that

he just up and moved to

some Polynesian island like Kiribati.

- Why Kiribati?

- To get out of Rosh Hashanah dinner with his family.

- That's a pretty extreme move.

- Pretty extreme family.

It's about to get dried out from Global Warming,

so he'll be home soon.

He'll have to.

- Have you thought of seeing someone?

- Like a shrink?

No.

People who see shrinks are crazy.

- Then a group.

Something.

- I don't know.

- It's the little things, you know?

It's like, no one ever talks about the little things.

He would sing my name

and sitcoms he would substitute

Marnie for everything.

¶ Marnie, Marnie ¶

¶ Marnie, Marnie ¶

¶ Marnie, Marnie ¶

¶ Marnie ¶

I can't watch television anymore.

- [Woman] Music is the fucking worst.

Like, every single song that comes on the radio is about us.

- [Marnie] What station do you listen to?

- K10-Fuck me.

- Food's a big trigger.

He'd be in Ralph's, like he frozen food section,

and break down

because Bob liked Smucker's Uncrustables.

I mean, what kind of grown-ass man

likes peanut butter and jelly?

- Alyssa,

did you wanna contribute?

- No, I'm good.

- Are you sure?

We're all here to help, not judge.

- I mean, I'm really sad for you guys

that you

lost your husbands

and that you lost your wife, Ryland.

It's all very, very tragic

but, Kevin, they haven't even found his body

and his phone's still on.

- Grief is about moving on

and letting go.

- See, that's the funny thing.

I don't wanna let go and I'm not ready to move on.

(dramatic saxophone music)

My God, why did you make me go?

- [Eve] It's a good place to make friends.

- I don't need friends.

- Everyone needs friends.

Besides, they say it helps.

- Who is this mystical "they."

- I don't know. - I hate that.

- They.

They say that when you lose someone,

you should seek counseling.

- Yeah, well, this grief group is bullshit.

They're just a bunch of pathetic losers

who are so fucking sad.

I do love kumquats.

Thank you.

(ominous music)

What's your problem?

(dramatic saxophone music)

Kevin?

Kevin.

(wind whooshing)

- You okay?

- Yeah.

Your bra's too tight.

- You can tell just by looking?

(chuckling)

- Didn't you ever watch that Oprah episode

where they went bra shopping?

- No.

- Most of is where a bra at least two sizes too tight.

It needs to be fitted.

- Is that a thing?

- Yeah.

Don't worry, that's what friends do,

tell you that there's spinach in your teeth

and that your bra is too tight.

(phone ringtone jingling)

Hey.

I have to go.

(ominous music)

- I called you as soon as I saw.

- How do you know it's him?

- I don't.

I mean, I didn't want to worry you

but they're playing it on every single channel

and they keep describing him exactly like you do.

- [TV Reporter] Unidentified body was pulled out

from underneath the Coronado Bridge this afternoon.

The corpse is five foot, nine and has short dark hair.

No identifiable marks except a tattoo on his left shoulder.

(dramatic guitar music)

(camera snapping) (faint beat music)

- [Alyssa] Okay, so what's the mood of the album?

- Hopeful

and feminine.

What?

- [Alyssa] Hopeful and feminine?

You sound like a tampon commercial.

(chuckling)

- Soft and whimsical.

- [Alyssa] Soft and whimsical, what the fuck does that mean?

- You know.

- No I don't.

- What, so you mean you wanna,

want some rose petals and teairras on the cover,

some unicorns and puppies?

- Do you always talk to your clients like this?

- I think the ones who want "soft and whimsical."

- You're being a bitch.

- I'm sorry, I am.

Look, I didn't mean to be insensitive.

I just, I don't...

I guess I have no idea what you're looking for.

So you say you want a gentle tone, yeah?

And yet, your hair is slicked back

and you're wearing red lipstick,

it doesn't fit.

- I want it to be enduring.

Like,

when you listen to this music,

you feel taken care of.

You feel loved.

- And you chose to wear that?

I'm sorry but no.

Hey, this isn't me being bitchy,

this is me being professional

and if you want me to do my best work, well,

you have to trust me.

- I trust you.

(chuckling)

- Okay.

(somber beat music)

I should shoot your live.

- What?

- Hmmm.

In your element, at the club.

Yeah, the real you.

- The real me?

- Yes, this is manufactured.

Let's show instead of tell.

I mean, when you play,

that's the real you.

I wanna shoot that.

- Okay.

- Okay.

- You wanna get a drink?

- [Alyssa] Is it five o'clock?

- In Paraguay.

(upbeat music)

- Ladies, we're doing last call,

can I get you anything else today?

- Two more.

- [Bartender] All right.

- Thank you.

- Smile.

- No, no, no, no, honey. - Come on, smile.

- Please, I had selfies.

- I will take it for you guys.

Keep the peace here, ready?

Three, two, one.

Cheers.

Very cute, you too.

- Can I have just one more?

- Oh,

wow.

- Where are we going?

- We're going backstage.

This is where we hang out.

- This is fancy.

Ah.

- This is my space.

- And it is sort of green.

- Yeah, drink up.

(chuckling)

- Mmmmm.

Is this where you

finesse your-- - Of course it is.

- Okay.

I think it might be time for me--

- Oh, please, please. - Share my--

- Take it away. - Musical genius.

Okay.

(clearing throat)

(laughing) Shit, which one?

Okay, hold on, here we go.

(playful piano tune)

- I'll do this. - Okay.

(somber guitar tune)

And then I go.

(cork popping)

- [Eve] Okay.

I'll go higher so you can go lower.

(somber guitar tune) (heels tapping)

(thumping)

Is that okay?

(vocalizing)

(chuckling)

(plucking)

Oh, that sounds kinda cool.

(pleasant guitar tune)

(plastic crackling)

(thumping)

(thudding)

(pleasant guitar tune)

(vocalizing tune)

- Like that sort of thing?

- Yeah, and then--

(Alyssa vocalizing tune)

(camera snapping)

(cranking)

(vocalizing tune)

- Okay.

¶ I wish that I could feel fine ¶

¶ I'm so tired ¶

¶ Of wasting time ¶

¶ I wish that I could feel fine ¶

¶ I'm so tired of wasting time ¶

¶ Because I'm feeling kinda lonely ¶

¶ Won't you tell me ¶

¶ My crime ¶

(laughing)

We did it.

Thank you. - Yay, thank you.

(somber piano music)

(jazzy piano music)

- [Joe] She's on her game tonight.

- Always is.

- I remember the first night she came in.

I asked Eddie if he could give her a tryout.

He gave her a spot at five.

Figured that nobody would listen to her,

but, oh, so where the timers,

people that just could just only appear out of nowhere.

But Evy did.

Our Evy did.

Just like an angel.

(audience applauding)

You two make a good couple.

- What?

- Yeah, the way you look at each other.

My Sophie and I had that.

It's nice.

- [Eve] Hey, you.

- Hey.

- Bye you a nightcap?

(chuckling)

- Hey, I was, I've been thinking about

Yemen.

(laughing)

- What about Yemen?

- Did you know, in Yemen,

women aren't allowed to leave their house

without their husbands?

- Are you planning on going to Yemen?

- No, but I mean,

how will I ever go now?

(guitar plucking)

Do you mind if I smoke and I roll the window down?

- [Driver] Sure.

- Thank you.

(frantic jazz music)

So,

I don't know, a part of me is living in one reality

and another part of me is living in this total fantasy land.

Like, I keep expecting him to just walk through the door.

You know, sometimes I do,

I really feel like I'm going crazy.

I just, I--

- [Blonde Woman] You're not.

- [Alyssa] Well, how do you know?

- Because then we'd all be going crazy.

It's the grief.

Fucks with your head.

- Well, my brain is addled

and it's not just because of the copious amounts of alcohol.

I mean, it honestly, it actually feels like something's

just off.

- It's all of us and we're all addled.

- Yeah, the other day the recycling bin was overflowing

and I yelled at David because that's his job

and David wasn't there.

Ugh.

I held him as we went.

I saw him in the open casket.

I watched, I saw, I know

and I still think he's gonna walk through that door.

- We all do.

- Yeah.

You're not alone.

(thudding)

(faint crickets chirping)

(glass shattering)

- [Alyssa] Say "cheese" for the camera.

- Cheese is gross.

- Just say it.

- I hate cheese.

- What is wrong with cheese?

- It get gooey and it get stuck between your tongue

and Mommy says I'm lactose intolerant.

(chuckling)

- I bet she did

and I supposed you're glutton free too, are you?

- Really? - Mhmm.

Portrait.

Yeah.

(camera snapping)

(burping)

(giggling)

- One more, one more.

(burping)

(giggling)

- You got it? - I think so, yeah.

- Good.

Thank you,

for finally giving me that.

Come see your mommies.

Hey.

- How was he?

- He was delightful.

- I told you we did the right thing.

I knew we needed to get some professional shots

to get Timmy into Bishop's

but Barbara didn't think we needed them.

- I didn't say that.

What I said was, I didn't think we needed

to drop two grand on a two by three photo

attached to an application.

No offense.

- [Alyssa] None taken.

- [Mother] We have to stand out.

- No, of course.

- Will we see you at the Bow and Bells Ball on Saturday?

- You certainly will.

We will be there,

capturing the moment on celluloid.

- [Mother] Great.

- Thank you.

Thanks, ladies.

(Zain laughing)

What?

- Delightful?

I don't think I've ever heard you say, "delightful."

- Our generation is raising brats.

- No, the hippies raised brats.

We're raising free range children.

- Who are turning into entitled brats.

- I'm never having kids.

(pleasant saxophone music)

- Hey.

How are you?

Good, good.

Hey, I was wondering.

- Yeah, I'll see you then.

Bye.

What's the issue?

- You tell me.

- I'm in love with a crazy person?

- [Therapist] Do you think that's fair?

- I don't know.

- You're gonna have to tell her sometime.

- Yeah, sometime.

(somber piano music)

Alyssa would live that.

- [Laura] It's four thousand dollars.

- [Eve] Art is priceless.

- If you buy her a four thousand dollar painting,

she's gonna know how you feel about her.

- [Eve] So?

Don't I want that?

- I don't know.

- We were together 11 years.

I don't even know why that matters, why does that matter?

I don't know why that matters.

Anyway, I'm ready to move on.

But the thought of trying to meet someone, like online,

that makes me wanna punch myself in the face.

(laughing)

But I'm ready.

But I feel like if I do go on a date with someone

or meet someone,

then I'm somehow

betraying him.

- Who else feels this way?

- I've been dating.

(laughing)

I admit it.

- Of course you have.

You're a man.

Men can not be alone for like a second.

(giggling)

- No comment.

(laughing)

- [Woman In Green] Just saying.

- How about you, Alyssa?

You didn't raise your hand.

Are you ready?

- I have met someone but I don't know.

- [Marnie] That's great!

- [Leader] That's wonderful.

- [Woman In Green] What's he like?

- This person makes me feel like Kevin did.

Like...

How I remember when we first met, like,

I'm a better better version of myself, you know?

But it's unexpected.

These feelings.

- They often are.

- I have been having sex!

(laughing)

- Slut!

- [Woman In Green] Good for you.

- Is it good?

- Yes.

It is so good to laugh again.

And drink.

(upbeat music)

(laughing)

- Hi. - Hi.

(laughing)

- [Man] Hey, ladies.

- [Alyssa] Hi, we still got it, baby!

- Woo!

(exciting jazz music)

(exciting jazz music)

- [Woman] Wanna go grab a drink?

- No, I'm good.

(train bell ringing)

(airplane whooshing)

(somber jazz music)

Hey.

Good to see you.

- You'd think they'd raise money

to teach the kids how to read instead of teach them

how to become a starving artist.

- [Alyssa] Cheers, guys.

(camera snapping)

Beautiful.

- Illiteracy isn't sexy.

(pleasant jazz music)

- Cheese.

(camera snapping)

Gorgeous.

Hey, I need to pee.

- Oh.

- Thank you.

(pleasant jazz music)

- Alyssa, come join us.

- [Alyssa] Oh, I can't.

- Oh, come, come.

Everyone, you know Alyssa,

the best photographer of the underage crowd.

Alyssa, this is Maxwell,

Nigel, Mia, Gabby and Allen.

- It's great to meet you guys

but I really do have to get back to work.

- Oh my God, relax.

Okay, your cute photographer is just fine.

- I serve with your mother-in-law

on the board of the foundation.

- Oh.

- How is Blythe?

- Fine.

- I understand your husband is still on sabbatical,

that must be hard.

Is he coming back anytime soon?

- He's not.

- Oh, so you'll join him in New Orleans?

- Oh, I love New Orleans.

- But not the hurricanes.

- Definitely not the hurricanes.

- Has your husband ever been in a hurricane?

- He's dead.

- Oh my God.

- But I just spoke to Blythe yesterday.

- I should get back to work.

- I am so sorry.

That must be really hard.

- Thanks.

- [Mia] At least you're young and beautiful.

You will find someone new.

- [Gabby] At least you didn't have any kids.

- [Doreen] I just can't believe it.

I mean, no wonder Blythe couldn't make it.

She must be in shambles.

- [Gabby] I'd be devastated.

You are so strong.

(muffled speaking) (ominous music)

- [Mia] The Millers just had twins.

- And you're still working?

Such an inspiration.

We must do lunch.

- Yes, let's do that.

Okay, well thanks so much for your support.

I really.

- We should call Blythe.

- [Gabby] She shouldn't be alone at a time like this.

- Alyssa Durant?

- Yes.

- Neil Fortier.

You shot me for a leather boots ad about a year ago.

- Oh, right, yeah.

How are you?

- I'm great.

You look like a million bucks.

- Thanks.

Well it was really good to see you.

- Come dance with me.

- I can't, I'm working.

- Come on, just one song.

(upbeat jazz music)

- [Alyssa] I'm gonna show you.

- [Eve] What?

- [Alyssa] I'm gonna be Kevin so you know what it's like

to be on a date with him, okay?

- [Eve] Alyssa.

- No, no, no, no, this is gonna be fun.

Okay, I want to.

- Alyssa, no. - Okay.

Okay, wait, wait, wait.

I have to get a little deeper.

Okay.

(coughing)

Evy.

How are you?

- I'm fine, stop this.

- Okay, don't look now.

Don't

look.

There is a couple at the bar

that is staring at you

because you look so beautiful.

- They're staring because you're acting ridiculous.

- Well then, let them.

Everyone needs ridiculous to ridicule.

Okay, I'm serving a higher societal function here, okay.

Now,

I wanna know

everything about you.

- This is not who he was.

- I'm sorry, are you talking about a previous boyfriend

when you're out on a date with me?

That's very rude.

- Okay.

What do you wanna know?

- Sing two notes.

(chuckling)

Did he do this with you?

All I need is two notes

and I can learn everything about you.

- You mean everything in this moment?

- Okay, fine, everything in this moment.

Fine, go, two notes.

Three, if you feel brave.

(vocalizing notes)

- You're turn.

(vocalizing notes)

Is that how it happened?

(dramatic jazz music)

(eerie music)

- That's how it happened.

(dramatic beat music)

Harder, baby.

(huffing)

(phone chiming)

- Hello?

(Blythe yelling)

Calm down.

Calm down.

- [Blythe] I can't believe you did this!

What do you expect me to do?

- Yeah, calm down.

I'll handle this.

Just hold on a minute, okay?

(sighing)

Okay, I'm back.

- I have every family in Temecula

bring me kneidlach and kugel.

This was not supposed to happen.

- [Eve] Well I can't control the gossip mongers.

- [Blythe] I was just trying to bide time.

- And how did that work out for you?

- I'm serious.

Fix this.

Ugh, yeah.

Okay, I'll be over soon.

(door closing)

- Hi, Eve, can I help you?

Dr. Alexander's with a patient.

- That's fantastic.

Gray!

I messed everything up.

- I'm with someone at the moment, Evy.

- This is urgent.

- I can reschedule.

- [Eve] Thank you.

- This is very unorthodox, Evy.

You can't just come in here-- - Gray!

I think she still loves me.

But she is never going to trust me again,

not after she finds out.

- Thank you, Donna, I'll see you next week.

- I don't know, this far more interesting than my stuff.

- Donna.

- I'm going, I'm going.

- Thank you.

- Whatever you did, girl,

just apologize.

You'd be surprised how far the truth goes.

- Donna, thank you.

- I'm going.

- This was always the risk, Evy.

- What do I do?

If I tell her, she feels betrayed.

If I let her figure it out, she feels betrayed.

(chuckling)

How could you let me go through with this?

I have...

I have to leave.

- Tell me, Evy, if you could go back,

back to the very beginning,

what would you do differently?

(doorbell ringing)

(sighing)

- It looks like a florist threw up in here.

- Schadenfreude.

They're all so happy that it's not them who are grieving

that they send flowers.

Guilt money.

(doorbell ringing)

Oh, it's been like this all day.

- Should I go?

- Angelina will take care of it.

Angelina.

- How are you?

- I miss him.

But I've also accepted the fact that he's gone.

I've dealt with it.

- Oh, you're dealing with your feelings, that's a first.

(doorbell ringing)

- Angelina!

Do you think this is easy for me?

I had two sons, now I have one,

and he was my favorite.

- That's shameful.

- All this was supposed to be Kevin's.

- Give it to Julian.

- Julian is an idiot.

It was supposed to go to you.

- If you put someone on a pedestal,

she will invariably fall down.

- A parent is not supposed to lose a child,

that's not how it works.

And how dare you say I'm not connected to my feelings.

Angelina?

- Yes, Mr. Durant?

- Who's the latest idiot?

- Mrs. Banks.

- Please, ask her to come back.

- What're you doing?

- Showing you that I'm connected to my feelings.

- Blythe.

I am so sorry for your lose.

- Thank you.

- How're you doing?

- I'm fine.

I'm fine, Simone.

Simone, I'd like to introduce you to someone.

Simone, this is Eve.

He...

She is my daughter.

- Hi.

- Thank you for coming and thank you for the kugel.

- Oh, how did you know?

- Lucky guess.

- Thank you.

- I'm trying.

And I think you should try too.

- What?

- I've asked Alyssa here.

- What?!

Why?!

- How long is this gonna go on?

- As long as it takes, I don't know.

- She deserves to know.

- She has to discover it for herself.

- You haven't thought this through.

What do you expect her to do

when she finds out you've killed Kevin?

(ominous music)

- I love you.

(dramatic music)

Alyssa!

I know you're here!

- Get out!

- I'm not leaving.

- I'm calling the police!

- You're jumping to conclusions.

- Conclusions?

My mother-in-law just said, blankly,

that your murdered her son.

That is pretty fucking concrete, I'm calling the police.

- You're acting crazy we need to talk.

(dramatic music)

- Oh my God.

It wasn't me, was it?

I didn't push him to kill himself, it was you.

And that note, you put it there.

Oh my God.

You are fucking sick.

What are we?

I mean, am I next? Are you gonna kill me now?

- Alyssa, calm down.

- Don't fucking tell me to calm down!

I barely even know you, okay?

And you waltz in here just getting all close to me

and fucking making me feel things.

- [Eve] What?

What am I making you feel?

(rumbling)

- Nothing, this was all a mistake.

You, me, us, okay?

Just...

Just get out.

- You asked me for my help

and I am here to help you remember.

- You're messing with my head!

Just get out!

- You were messing with mine.

- What the fuck, what do you want from me?

Huh?

What do you want?

Do you want money?

Okay.

Here.

- Stop!

I don't want any money! - Take everything!

Take everything! - Alyssa!

You're acting crazy!

- Crazy?!

You stole my life from me!

(dramatic music)

- I am not going to continue apologizing to you.

- Apologizing, for what?

I haven't heard an apology.

- I'm sorry.

- For?

- Whatever you need me to be sorry for.

(rumbling) (dramatic music)

Alyssa, look at me.

Just look at me. - Just stop.

Just stop doing this.

- Just look at me.

- Just please stop.

- Alyssa. - Just stop.

- Look at! - Stop doing this!

- Me!

(pleasant jazz music)

¶ Sweetness of your music ¶

¶ The dishes done ¶

¶ Our lazy mornings after fun ¶

¶ She giving you ¶

¶ A world so brand new ¶

¶ I fade into your memory ¶

¶ How can it be ¶

¶ That our destiny ¶

(whooshing)

- What's going on?

Are you okay?

- You should leave.

- Alyssa.

- Go.

(dramatic jazz music)

(cork popping)

(heels tapping)

- I like that, I like that quite a bit.

(snorting)

(dramatic music)

- Dissociative fugue is a tricky condition

and Alyssa's been in the thick of it for quite some time.

- Like I said, my fault.

Fugue's are brought on by a traumatic event.

- Traumatic event?

- Makes you flee, in your mind, you forget.

It's like sudden amnesia but without the blunt brain trauma.

- You said it was reversible.

- It usually is.

But this is a rare psychiatric disorder.

Nobody knows for certain.

- I just want her to be okay.

- She's coming out of it.

Making her relive the truth

may just push her back inside.

She needs to wake up when she's ready.

(somber music)

- What am I supposed to do?

- Be kind.

Be her friend.

- [Zain] Alyssa, someone's here to see you.

- [Alyssa] Can you handle it?

- Not really.

- Alyssa. - Hi.

- Hey.

What're you doing here?

- [Little Girl] We want pictures.

- All right.

(laughing)

- How are you?

- [Laura] Hi, good, how are you?

- Good to see you.

- [Laura] Good to see you too.

- Freedom, kiddos.

Now dress yourselves.

(upbeat jazz music)

- [Laura] Wow, look at all these toys.

Oh my gosh.

Mommy's gonna wear a hat.

Ah.

- [Boy] Oh.

- [Laura] You're doing great.

My gosh, look at you, you put it all together.

(camera snapping)

- Is this what happens when you move to Seattle?

Crazy kids?

(laughing)

I can guarantee, Blythe is not gonna put

this Hanukkah card on her fridge.

- Oh yeah, I know she won't.

You should call Eve.

- No.

Why?

- Because she's a mess.

- Not my problem.

- Alyssa?

- [Man On Phone] This message is for Alyssa Durant.

This is Officer Burnell.

We have located your husband.

Under the circumstances,

we are respecting said person's wishes

not to disclose their whereabouts.

Hope this leaves you at ease.

- I knew it.

There's no body.

(ominous music)

(gagging)

(coughing)

(dramatic music)

- Show me your face.

Show me your face!

Show me your face!

(people chattering)

- [Bartender] Another whiskey?

- Mmmm.

Thanks, make it a double.

A little more.

- There you go.

- Thank you.

- Ladies and gentlemen,

your attention, please.

I'm proud to book some incredible acts in this room

but tonight is my favorite night for music.

Improvisation.

We have a wonderful local talent with us.

I hope you enjoy.

- Evy got something new she's working on.

- Don't you ever wanna hear something standard?

You know, something popular and predictable

that you can seen along with?

- No, there's enough of that.

(somber piano music)

(sound recordings playing to music)

(dramatic piano music)

(dramatic piano music)

- Kev!

Kev!

Kevin!

- Hey.

I thought we could sit down to dinner for a change.

Like old times.

- I don't remember you ever making dinner.

- Oh,

like new times.

How was your day, babe?

- Good.

Hey, we finally got that appointment.

- Which appointment?

- The fertility doctor.

You said you'd come with me.

- Oh.

Right.

- It's 8:30 in the morning, okay?

So we can not be late.

It has been a nightmare trying to get this thing.

- I'm sure it'll be fine.

- Hey, hun.

Do you actually think I can take you seriously

when you're wearing my dress?

I mean, I thought we agreed, I just don't wanna know.

- Just try.

I made dinner.

I followed recipes.

- Are you wearing my perfume?

- Jasmine and gardenia.

We're just waiting on one more dish.

Nothing worse than undercooked eggplant.

(sighing)

- Hon, this is weird.

- I know.

I wanted...

I wanted to have dinner like this...

- Can you stop and say something?

- I know.

- Finish your sentences.

- I'm trying!

- Okay, I'm gonna have a shower.

Just finish up. - Alyssa!

Sit.

Please.

I went through all this trouble to make a nice dinner

for the woman I love.

So, sit, enjoy.

(Alyssa chuckling)

I...

I have to tell you something.

I can't find the words.

- Well, try.

Okay, I'll try.

You're bored.

You know, you're intrigued.

You're...

You have cancer, you're wearing wigs.

Oh my God, is that it, do you have cancer?

- No!

- Honey! - No!

- My God! - No!

- Do not do that to me!

I'd kill you if you had cancer!

I can't live without you.

Please, would you just fucking talk to me?

- You know how I've been--

- Losing weight, it's okay.

Look, I'll cook more, you know?

I bought groceries.

- You're not listening.

- [Alyssa] Okay.

Fine, I'm listening.

Kevin, please! - Stop!

I...

- You. - I.

- Am.

A woman.

- Don't be ridiculous.

I mean, you're no Clark Gable but you're clearly a man.

- I can't go on like this.

- Babe, it's okay, look.

Shit, if you need to wear a dress

to the occasional dinner, that's fine.

I'm just saying, can you not wear my dress?

- That's not it.

- Well then, what?

- I've been taking hormones.

- To help with the?

- Estrogen.

Anti-androgen

Progesterone.

I have to be me, I can't do this.

I can't

live a lie.

(laughing)

- Oh, I think I'm gonna be sick.

So what now?

You go on being you.

What does that even mean?

And where does that leave me?

I mean, if you're a woman,

(laughing)

then who's my husband?

Who will be the father of my children?

Where does he go?

I don't even understand how you're saying this

with such certainty!

We're starting a family!

- We can still have a family.

- We can't!

You've already decided.

The hormones.

I don't understand.

How did I not see this?

I don't need that appointment tomorrow.

- No.

- Why don't I get a say in this?

- Alyssa, hey.

- No.

- I love you.

I love you.

I love you.

- You should leave.

Get the fuck out!

(ominous music)

(audience applauding)

Hey, do you mind if I bum one?

Thanks.

- Alyssa, look--

- Don't! Don't! Don't! Don't!

I fucking hate you.

How could you?

- I didn't mean to.

- You didn't mean to?

I'm gonna be sick.

- Just sit down.

Have some water.

- Don't fucking tell me what to do,

I don't want anything from you.

Did you take all our photographs?

- You did!

- And my wedding ring?

- You took it off!

How do you think I felt when my wife called me,

looking for her husband?

- Your made me mourn you!

(huffing)

- You're hurt.

Well, I'm hurt too.

I am fucking devastated.

You erased me form your memory.

You couldn't even see me.

Do you know how hard it was spending time with you

knowing you could snap at any minute?

Do you know how hard it is to look at someone

who you know so deeply

and they don't know you at all?

They don't even want to.

And I loved you.

I still love you! - Don't say it!

- Even when you're a lesbian with the memory of a goldfish.

It's still me.

2.0.

- So you say that.

But I married a man.

And he laid next to me every night

and he promised he'd never leave.

And then there was Eve and no one next to me.

- I'm sorry I left.

- Me too.

(chuckling)

You're so soft.

I wish, I wish we could

have dinner in the middle of town

and not worry about anybody watching.

I wish we could

dance in the

biggest ballroom in the city, just you and me.

We'd get up on stage and do a duet.

And I wouldn't be scared of someone seeing us hold hands.

(sighing)

- Can we forget how it's supposed to be?

- But how do we do that?

How do we explain this to anyone?

We're still married.

And I still miss him.

We could pretend to be the Durant spinster sisters

or that we both married the same asshole, killed him off

and now we share his,

his bank account.

(somber piano music)

- Or that I'm your former husband and your current...

- What?

- I don't know.

(dramatic piano music)

(doorbell ringing)

(somber jazz music)

(somber guitar music)

¶ This angel, she came ¶

¶ She called out your name ¶

¶ Suddenly I'm alone ¶

¶ His absence and place ¶

¶ Well you should see your face ¶

¶ Haunts me as it chills my bones ¶

¶ Mercy ¶

¶ Have you no mercy ¶

¶ Can't you feel how I hunger ¶

¶ For your sound ¶

¶ Sweetness of your music ¶

¶ The dishes done ¶

¶ Our lazy mornings after fun ¶

¶ She giving you ¶

¶ A world so brand new ¶

¶ I fade into your memory ¶

¶ How can it be ¶

¶ That our destiny ¶

¶ Ends with such a fate unseen ¶

¶ Never is it a dream this would be ¶

¶ Here without a fool like me ¶