All language subtitles for Tell Me Lies - 01x10 - The Bedroom of Our Friends.GLHF.English.C.updated.Addic7ed.com

I really hope that
you can avoid going down

the whole Stephen rabbit hole today.

Jesus, there's no rabbit hole.
It's been four years.

Do you think I'm broken inside?

Don't worry, someday some guy
is gonna get so far under your skin.

- Ah, Lydia, hi.
- Hi.

- Call me from campus?
- Yes.

You are killing me in that dress.

Stephen fucking DeMarco.

- Macy.
- Did you go to that party with her?

She said that she could
drive me back to campus.

This other car came around
the corner really fast.

It was Drew.

I don't think I'm going to be able

to pay for your housing next year,

but I'm sure you'll
find a job somewhere.

- I miss you so much.
- I miss you.

I just thought I saw Stephen that night
talking to Macy.

It wasn't, 'cause I was with him.
It was the first night we hooked up.

You fucked my best friend.

This is it for us.

I think we should tell about Drew.

Can you tell us
about what's in the letter?

- Drew, I swear, I didn't...
- No one else knows.

Drew, stop.

Oh shit.

Wrigley!

I don't understand
why you don't believe me.

You've been acting sketchy
for fucking ages!

I wrote the letter.
I was just trying to help.

- I love you.
- I love you too.

Hey.

Hi.

So you're officially a college student.

My parents just left.

It's a good room.

Roommate's not here yet?

Nope, I'm all by myself.

You doing anything tonight?

Yeah, there's a Lambda Rho party
everyone's going to.

Cool.

Maybe I'll see you out.

Yeah, for sure.

Um, you know we have
to be quiet about this, right?

Yeah, I know.

Look, this summer was fun,

but Diana and I only broke up
a couple months ago.

I don't wanna make her feel weird
and flaunt it in her face.

You know, I, I can't be
in another relationship right now.

We already talked about this.

Honestly, it's fine.

I'm having fun.

Fuck, you are... so much cooler
than most girls.

Welcome to college.

Thank you.

I hope your roommate's not a loser.

Thanks.

Hi.

Hey, I'm Macy.

Are you my roommate?

I think I must be. I'm, I'm Lucy.

Hey.

So where in Jersey are you from?

Mostly Paterson,
but, um, I moved around a lot.

I was in three different schools
before boarding school.

- Three?
- Yeah.

How come you moved so much?

Just family stuff.

Like your parents' jobs?

I was in foster care, actually. So...

I was in a few different districts.

Oh wow.

Uh, what was that like for you?

You don't have to talk about it
if you don't want to.

Sorry to be asking so many questions.

No, it's fine.

I don't mind talking about it.

I think I just... I'm just ready
to feel settled somewhere.

Do you know what I mean?

Yeah, totally.

Looks like Lucy's met someone.

Do you think she's into it?

I can't tell if she needs saving or not.

Lucy, that guy Stephen
is really into you.

He told Wrigley.

- He did?
- Mm-hmm.

I don't know if he's my type.

Uh, you don't know what your type is.

You said you've never been excited
about a guy before.

Okay, so what is he like, Macy?

I don't know him that well.
He went to public school.

But he seems nice enough, I guess.

I don't know, he seems a little rude.

Fuck off, you guys!

Who's CJ?

My mom.

I do not feel good.

- What do you mean?
- I don't know, just feel kind of sick.

I'm gonna head back to the dorms.

Party. Tonight.

Bring your girlfriends.

Hey.

Hi.

- You okay?
- Yeah, I'm fine.

What happened before?

Uh, I don't really wanna talk about it.

Do you wanna come out?

There's a party off campus.

I have my car.

I'll be the boring designated driver.

Yeah, I think I'm just
gonna stay in tonight.

Ah, come on, don't make me go alone.

Where, where are Bree and Pippa?

They ran off with boys.

Please?

I already said I'm staying in tonight.
It's not cool to guilt me, okay.

No, I, I didn't mean to guilt you.

It's fine.

Get some rest.

I'll see you later.

Yeah, thank you, have fun.

Hey.

You're pretty.

- Thank you.
- I'm Tim.

You're not a hugger?

I, I don't know.

I think you're a hugger, come here.

Oh, what's your name?

Oh, I see my friends over there.

Hey.

Hey, what are you up to?

Is this a booty call?

I don't know.

Do you want it to be?

I thought you were annoyed with me.

I'm not.

- Where are you?
- This party on Crittenden.

It's fun.

I'm like three blocks from there.

Who are you with?

Nobody.

I'm by myself.

Whoa.

I'm the worst smoker.

You wanna go inside?

It's fun.

I just wanna hang out with you.

I'm sorry for acting crazy earlier.

Oh, it's okay. It's all good, all good.

I really normally wouldn't care
about that kind of stuff.

It's just that
she's my roommate, you know.

Yeah, I know.

Like I said, I wouldn't have
been talking to her if I knew.

She turned me down though.

So... I don't think there's anything
you have to worry about.

I mean, I get why you would like her.

She's really pretty.

She's the type of girl
that every guy is into.

You're really pretty.

You just need to stop being so insecure.

Oh fuck.

Sorry, that was...

That was quick.

No, I really liked it.

Sure you don't wanna go inside?

It's fun.

Honestly, I'm... pretty beat.

Do you think you could... drive me home?

Is that okay?

Of course.

Wait, I feel like I'm more fucked up
than I realized.

I'm not sure I should drive.

You had, like, one hit.

I know, but I had,
I had some drinks inside.

Okay, well, I can't drive.

I've been drinking all night.

I'm sorry.

No, I, I...

I didn't know
I would get this messed up.

I, I feel like kind of panicky.

Oh, no, it's okay.

You're, you're, you're
just, you're high.

I'm sure if we go inside,
we can find somebody

to give us a ride,

or we could call the shuttle.

Um, yeah, I just don't want
people seeing me and telling Diana.

It's too much... drama.

Um...

It's fine, I'm fine.

I can do it.

You just said you couldn't drive.

It's like two miles, we'll be alright.

- I feel like we should wait.
- Wait for what?

Just give me the keys, it's all good.

Macy.

It's all good.

The seatbelt doesn't work.

- This is random.
- Mm-hmm.

But...

obviously, I don't want a boyfriend
my freshman year,

because that would... suck.

But... do you think, like,

if we're still hanging
out in the future,

am I somebody
you would ever date for real?

Yeah.

You're great.

And, and you never know
what can happen, right?

Just because... you say
you couldn't date anyone right now.

I can't.

But you asked Lucy on a date.

That wasn't supposed to get back to you.

Come on, it's nothing.

That's not the point though.

You contradicted yourself.

I asked her to dinner.
It's not a big deal.

You've never asked me out to dinner.

Why are you doing this?

I'm just asking.

Is it that you don't wanna date anyone,

or you don't wanna date me?

You said that you were okay with casual.

- I am.
- Okay.

I just want you to be honest.

I've been completely honest with you.

I'm just not telling you
what you want to hear.

Why are you embarrassed
to be hooking up with me?

Oh, Jesus Christ,
I'm not fucking embarrassed

to be hooking up with you, come on.

- Well, I am.
- What does that even mean?

It means I'm fucking stupid.

You cheated on your ex-girlfriend,

probably more times than she even knows.

You have sex with me

and then pretend like
you barely know me at parties.

Sometimes I feel like
you're just a bad person.

Are you fucking kidding me right now?

I mean, you do all of the things
a bad person would do.

Oh, my God.

Fuck!

Macy?

Hey.

Macy, Macy, Macy, Macy.

Ah!

Fuck, fuck!

Fuck!

Fuck!

Fuck!

No! Fuck, fuck, fuck.

Okay.

Okay, okay, okay, okay.

Okay, okay.

Okay, okay.

It's okay.

It's okay.

Here we go.

Here we go.

Where's your fucking cell phone?

I'm so sorry.

I'm so sorry.

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Hi, I'm done.

Just finished my last exam.

Hey, how was it?

What were you just thinking about?

Oh, nothing,
I'm just sending this paper in.

Oh, you look so serious.

Um, yeah, just... Wrigley.

I'm worried about him.

Hey, don't look like that.
It's not your fault.

How was it? How was the exam?

It was fine. I mean, my GPA's fucked
regardless once Marianne fails me.

Have you ever been close
to failing a class?

No, I haven't.

I love you.

I love you too.

Are you sure you want to come
to this Hawaiian party with me?

I know you hate theme parties.

Oh yeah, it's tradition.

And you said your
costume is very slutty,

so, you know.

Oh, I had an idea about something.

So Lydia's dad's on the board
of their country club

and a couple of summers ago,
he got her this job

just running the front desk.

And I'm sure if I asked him,
he could hook you up this summer.

Hook me up with what?

A job running front desk.

- Are you serious?
- Yeah.

You can't actually think
that's a good fit for me, right?

Well, I know it's not a law firm,

but I don't know, on the plus side,

it's only like five minutes from me.

Yeah, it's just not
the kind of job I'm looking for.

No, I know, but I mean,
you can make connections, right?

There's a lot of
important members there.

You don't make connections
behind a front desk,

you, you answer phones.

It's a summer job.

Is that really how you see me?

Working behind a front desk
for some drunk golf dads?

It's not a reflection
of your long-term career path.

Okay, uh, would you fuck someone

that worked behind
the front desk at a golf shop?

It's a country club
and if it was you, yeah, I would.

I guess we have
different outlooks on it then.

Okay, I'm sorry.
I thought you needed to make money.

No, I do.

I'm just gonna do some assisting
for my brother,

errands and shit.

That's better than running front desk?

Not better, just less
publicly humiliating.

Well, at least you'll be there
to distract me from my mom.

I'm dreading being back home.

You're not gonna get a job or anything?

I wasn't planning on it, no, why?

No, just when you canceled India,

I thought you'd wanna do something else.

So you don't get bored.

I don't think I'll get bored.

Okay.

Come on, come on, come on, no, no, no!

God!

I've got a good idea,

let's make a game
that you can't fucking win.

Can't catch a break.

How's physical therapy going?

- Really good.
- Hmm.

I stopped.

The guy they sent me to is a dick,

and he keeps saying that
I'm not gonna be able

to play football next year,

so I'm gonna go see my guy back home,

and he won't be so... lame about it.

I'm really sorry about all this.

Yeah. Thanks.

Hey, are you, are you and Lucy going
to the Hawaiian party?

Uh, yeah, are you?

I don't really want to run into Pippa.

You and Lucy will be there together,

and she'll probably bring Pippa over.

I'll tell Lucy not to.

Is Drew doing okay?

Yeah. He, he's with my parents.

But is he, is he doing okay?

Yeah, I don't,
I don't really want to talk about it.

It's so crazy, dude.

You and Lucy, Bree and Evan.

We really let these
freshman infiltrate us

like some slow-eating bacteria.

Well, Pippa was the problem,
you know, nobody else.

I know, I know.

I'm mostly kidding.

What?

You act like you're scared
of her sometimes, Lucy.

I'm not scared of my girlfriend.
What the fuck does that mean?

Maybe not scared, more like careful.

Like you always have
to protect her feelings, always.

Of course, of course,
I'm gonna protect her feelings.

Yeah, but it's more than that.

I mean, like, with Diana,
she could always take care of herself

and you could just be Stephen.

Why are you leaving so early?

I have to work Monday.

Oh, hey.

Are you sure you don't want me
to drive you to the train station?

Yeah, that's okay. Evan's gonna take me.

I've been begging her
to stay an extra day.

I don't blame you
for wanting to leave early.

This place is fucking cursed.

The only thing worse
than Wrigley hating me

for ruining his football career
is the entire football team hating me

for ruining Wrigley's football career.

If I end up murdered, it's one of them.

Pippa, Wrigley doesn't
actually hate you.

Well, thanks.

I don't know how he thinks
you could write that letter.

I mean, you're not a psychopath.

We can change the subject.

Did I tell you about my trip
with Evan's parents next month?

They seem really sweet,

but I don't know, I feel weird.

Like, they paid for my plane ticket.

I just don't like being in debt
to people, you know.

- Hey.
- Hi.

- Done packing?
- Yeah.

We were just talking about you.

- Oh yeah?
- Mm-hmm.

- Good things?
- Of course.

I'll take this stuff down to the car.

Thank you.

What a gentleman.

- See you guys.
- Bye.

- Well, fuck.
- No!

I'm gonna miss you.

I'm gonna miss you so much, my puswa.

My puswa.

- I love you.
- I love you too.

But we're gonna see
each other over break, right?

- Yeah.
- Yeah.

Okay, I just wanna say one thing.

I don't know why you two
have been so weird.

But just remember that
you love each other.

- Okay!
- Okay.

I'll miss you.

- Bye, miss you.
- Miss you.

Should we smoke a peace blunt?

- Stephen left one in my room.
- That's okay.

Weed's been making me think
too much about things lately.

Okay.

Well, I'm here.

Thank you.

Hey,

is there any way you can talk
to Wrigley about Pippa?

What about her?

Just about not hating her so much.

I can't control who Wrigley hates.

I just feel like shit
that he blames her for everything.

Would you rather
he blame you for everything?

I'm just saying, I think

the sooner people stop talking
about it, the better, you know.

Alright.

Um, a large black coffee, please.

Sure.

Thanks.

Oh, my God, guys, don't look so scared.

I think we're all mature enough
to wait for our coffees together.

Yeah, of course.

So you guys finish all your exams?

I can't believe Schultz is posting
our grades publicly.

I know, it's sadistic.

You have any summer plans?

I'm gonna be working at my dad's firm.

Oh, cool.

I'm sure I'll regret it
once I'm operating

on three hours of sleep a night.

Did any of those internships work out?

The ones you applied to
after Adelson-Potter?

No.

No, I'm gonna go home for the summer,

do some work there.

Oh, I'm sorry.

What about you?

Any summer plans?

Oh yeah, I was, I was gonna go to India
but decided not to.

How come?

Just miss being at home.

Right, and it means you'll get
to be closer to Stephen.

Your town is right next to his, right?

Yes.

Yeah, and I guess that's a bonus.

It just worked out
that way accidentally.

Well...

- Large black coffee.
- That was quick.

See you guys.

How'd you do?

Um, A minus.

And how did I do?

You got an A.

Nice.

Too bad it's only because
Schultz wants to fuck me.

You know that was a joke.

Well, even if it wasn't,

can you really blame him?

No, I couldn't.

I'm, I'm sorry about
the internship stuff, by the way.

Yeah.

How are things with your mom?

How do you think?

It's so sad watching you self-sabotage.

Makes it impossible to stay mad at you.

How am I self-sabotaging?

I would've helped you get
a job this summer.

I was gonna ask my dad
about it, but you dumped me,

and over something so small.

The Wrigley thing was not small.

Please, get off your high horse.

I know what you were doing Welcome Week.

I know you fucked Lucy
the second night on campus,

before I thought you even knew her.

What are you talking about?

Lucy told one of our pledges.

They're in the same dorm, and
Lucy told her you guys slept together

for the first time
the night Macy Campbell died.

Okay, I was nowhere
near Lucy that night.

Well, that's not what Lucy said.

I guess this girl thought

that she saw you at
the party Macy was at,

mentioned it to Lucy,

and Lucy said it couldn't have been you

because you were
with her the whole night.

Okay.

Fine.

I was with Lucy that night.

I'm sorry.

At least we're kind of even now.

I better go.

Watch out for yourself.

Hey, what's up?

Why did you tell people I was with you
the night Macy died?

I wasn't.

I, I, I panicked.

I... Some girl down the hall
said she thought

she saw you talking to Macy,

and I, I just wanted
you to have an alibi.

The only point of an alibi

is if it's something
people can't discredit easily.

Do you understand that?

Well, they can't.
Nobody saw me that night.

They saw me.

I was out that night
before I met up with Macy.

Not to mention Evan,

who slept in the same room as me
the entire fucking night.

- Nobody suspected me of anything.
- I'm sorry.

But if I start telling obvious lies
about where I was,

it makes me look like
I'm hiding something.

- Do you understand that?
- I'm really sorry, okay.

I did not...
I didn't think it through all the way.

Yeah, I can fucking see that, Lucy.

Maybe you should stop
trying to fix things.

It's pretty clear you're not
the best problem solver.

Okay, why, why are you this angry?

It's not like you're getting in trouble.

And who, who brought this up
to you anyway?

It doesn't matter.

It doesn't matter. The point is
you keep making impulsive decisions,

and you're making everything worse.

Okay, you can't talk to me like that.

Why?

Because you're used to me
walking on eggshells around you?

- You walk on eggshells?
- Yeah.

Really? Says the guy
whose ego is so fucking fragile

he can't handle working at a front desk.

I am constantly trying
to make you feel bigger, always.

It's not ego, Lucy,
it's fucking ambition.

Not that I would expect you
to understand that.

You basically canceled
your entire summer

so you could sit at home
and you could wait for me

to fuck you.

All I've done was try to help you.

You're not helping me.

And you keep making stupid decisions.

- Stupid decisions?
- Yeah.

You wanna talk about stupid decisions?

You want to?

Let's talk about you running away

and leaving Macy dead in a fucking car.

Was that a smart decision?

If you would've just called the cops,

called anybody, fucking anybody,

instead of running away
and lying to everyone

like a fucking pussy,

none of this would have ever happened.

You're fucking lucky I care enough
to keep it to myself.

Are you threatening me?

No, I'm not threatening you.

I hurt your feelings a little bit,

and you go and destroy my entire life.

Are you telling me that's
the kind of person you are?

- Is that what you're saying?
- No, you know I wouldn't do that.

- Uh-huh?
- You know I wouldn't do that.

'Cause if you tell people about me,

then you're also admitting that
you've been lying to everyone

all fucking year!

Plus the fact that
you ruined Wrigley's life

when you said all that shit about Drew.

Okay, okay, stop, please stop.

This is crazy. This is crazy.

We're saying crazy things to each other.

We love each other, okay.

We love each other.

I'm, I'm not going
to do anything to hurt you.

Do you hear that?

I'm not gonna do anything to hurt you.

And you're not gonna do anything
to hurt me.

Okay.

Do you know that?

Yeah.

I'm sorry.

I'm sorry.

I love you.

I love you too.

We have to be okay.

We have to.

- Okay.
- Okay.

Hey, I thought you, like, died.

Hi, Lydia.

No, I'm sorry,
I've been so crazy with finals.

Hey, where are you? It's so loud.

I know, I'm at a bar with some friends.

Hey, when do you, when do you get home?

Not for a couple weeks.

I'm doing a road trip
with some girls from my dorm.

Oh, nice.

Yeah, I miss you.

I miss you too.

It feels like this is
the longest we've gone

without seeing each other.

Summer is gonna be fun though.

Especially now that I don't have
to deal with Rob's bullshit.

I can't believe I let him treat me
like shit for so long.

I feel so much better now.

I'm really happy for you.

Thanks.

It's really loud. I better go, okay.

I love you.

Okay, love you too, bye.

You better savor this moment.

You only got one more year with me.

The separation anxiety might break you.

What?

Uh, I should've told you this sooner.

I think I'm, um...

I'm gonna get a place
off campus next year,

by myself.

It's one bedroom.

We always room together.

Yeah. Yeah, I know, man.

I, I just need
something different, you know?

You should room with Wrigley though.

- It makes more sense anyways.
- Why do you say that?

You know, you, Wrigley.

You've always had your own thing.

Is this the Drew stuff?

I'm not hiding anything from you,

and I was never hiding anything
from you, Evan.

That was not my secret to tell.

I get it.

Like I said, you and Wrigley,
y'all have your own thing.

You look out for each other, it's nice.

We look out for each other. We all do.

Evan, you're one of my best friends.

Hey, will you help me out here?

What, what, what am I supposed to say
that I'm not saying right now.

It's not always something to say, man.

Hey, let's get really drunk tonight.

- Okay.
- Okay?

There we go.

Wrigley!

Hey!

- Hey, you know that guy?
- No.

- I like your outfit.
- Thanks.

I am the most naked one here.

You look good.

Don't be insecure.

Uh-oh.

Want me to get her kicked out?

Hey, grow up, Tim.

Wanna go to the other room.

It's fine, just stop looking at her.

This is bullshit.

We should all be able
to hang out in a group.

Just leave it.

It's not fair. She's my friend.

Nobody's stopping you
from hanging out with her.

Okay, I'm gonna go say hi to her.
You stay here, okay.

Okay.

- Hi.
- Hey.

Did Wrigley send you to take me out?

- What?
- Take me out, like kill me.

Oh no, he didn't say anything.

- Okay.
- Okay?

Hey, thank you.

- Thank you so much.
- Oh, my God.

I don't wanna be weird with you.

This letter thing's just got me
all fucked up in the head.

I don't, I don't think you did it.

I know you wouldn't do that.

That's good.

I don't trust Stephen though,
but that's not your fault.

He's all up in your head.

Stephen did not write it.

You're not really ready
to have a conversation about this,

but that's okay.

That's fine.

Can we just put everything aside
and have fun tonight?

- Yes.
- Okay.

I don't wanna end things on a bad note.

- Leis for everyone!
- Come get laid!

Are they coming this way?

- They're coming this way.
- Leis for everyone.

Come get lei'd.

Shit, w-where's Lucy? Did we lose her?

She's fine. She's talking to Pippa.

What?

Nothing.

Hey.

Hey.

Can I get in on that?

Sure.

- Thank you.
- Of course.

I think I'm gonna head out.

Why, are you sure?

Yeah, it's just too depressing.

Okay.

- Bye.
- Bye.

- Y'all leaving?
- Yeah, we'll see you later.

Alright, man, we'll see y'all.

Evan, is your girlfriend here?

No, she left early.

You guys are cute.

She seems more mature
than most freshman.

Yeah.

Yeah, she's amazing.

- Hmm.
- I miss her.

Aw.

- What?
- She's been gone, like, a day.

You look so high.

We are all very high.

Yeah, but your eyes are crazy.

I don't look higher than him.

You look way higher than Evan.

Don't get all scowly.

I know. It's not the weed though.
I, I have pink eye.

Oh.

Would you like to have it as well?

I'll give you some.

You better not actually have pink eye.

Come on, just a little bit.

Alright, I'm gonna go see Wrigley.

See you guys later.

What?

Nothing.

You look good.

What are you doing, Stephen?

What do you mean?

This is the last summer
before we graduate.

You can't just hang out in Bayville.

You can't put that on a resume.

My mom cut me off.

I don't have any money.
What am I supposed to do?

That isn't rhetorical.

What do you,
what do you think I should do?

What would your best-case scenario be?

My best-case scenario?
I think you already know that.

Working somewhere that might actually
lead to a job in the future,

with people that don't reek of failure.

Then don't settle for something

that isn't up to your standards.

Are we still talking about internships?

Did you imagine this is where
you'd be your senior year?

In a relationship with a teenager,

whose greatest ambition is
hanging out with you 24/7?

Okay, so we're not talking
about internships.

Look, if she were impressive,

I'd get it, honestly.

You and I had issues,

but I always assumed
if you dated someone else,

it would be someone that could add
something to your life.

Someone driven, like you are.

Or like you used to be.

I'm driven. I'm still driven.

I just fucked my shit up.

I fucked up the internship,
I fucked up things with my mom,

that's why I'm completely
out of options right now.

You're only out of options
because you've decided that you are.

You used to make
shit happen for yourself.

You didn't play the victim like this.

What am I supposed to do?

Ask me about the paralegal job
at my dad's firm.

I can't tell if you're being serious
right now.

Yes, you can.

Just tell me this,
when were you happier,

a year ago... or today?

Fuck.

Everything's a fucking mess.

Here's what you're gonna do.

You're gonna come
to the city this summer,

and you're gonna work for my dad's firm.

And then next year, he's gonna make sure

you get into any law school you want.

Why do you still wanna help me?

Because I love you.

Look... I'm sure she's very sweet,

and I'm sure she thinks you're amazing.

But is that really enough for you?

Are you okay?

What the fuck just happened?

I'm so sorry.

I didn't think he could
shock me anymore.

Can I have a sip of that?

What can I do?

Get drunk with me.
I just need to shut my brain off.

Woo!

- That's good.
- I love you.

I hope so.

It's the fucking bride!

- I'm stealing your wife.
- Wrigley!

I am stealing your wife.

Alright, alright.

- Wrigley.
- Hey, Lucy.

- Hi, Wrigley.
- Oh, you're looking good.

Dude, are you high?

Am I what?

No.

Don't tell Pippa.

Where is Pippa, by the way? Is she here?

I think she...

- I don't know if she's come in yet...
- She is right over there.

- You see her?
- Hey, Pippa!

Wrigley, just...

- Don't harass her, please.
- Wrigley, walk, walk.

You're so mean, Lucy.

What are you talking about?

It's like every girl's dream

to be chased around a party
by a coked-up gorilla.

It was his brother's birthday yesterday,

so maybe take it easy on him.

- Shit!
- Sorry, I'm sorry.

I'll be right back. Love you.

I'm so sorry.

Hi.

You know I'm really
happy for you, right?

Yeah. Yeah, of course,
I know that, weirdo.

- Hi.
- Hi.

Hi.

It's good to see you.

Yeah, you too.

- How are you?
- I'm... I'm good.

- Good?
- Yeah, ho-how are you?

Good.

You, you, you look great.

Thank you.

I'm so fucking tired.

I took a red eye here from JFK.

How has everyone been behaving?
Any meltdowns yet?

No, no, everyone is,
uh, surprisingly normal.

Wrigley did ruin a dessert tray.

Of course, he did. Sorry, one second.

Hi. You're here?

Yeah, we're all by the pool.

You walk through the main hall,

you can't miss it, we'll see you.

Okay, see you in a sec.

I'm never gonna get used
to saying the word fiancée.

It sounds so formal, you know.

She's gonna be really excited to see
you. She was hoping you'd be here.

Mm-hmm.

There she is.

Hi, Lydia.

This place is crazy.

Yeah. Always.

- Oh, my God, Lucy.
- Hi.

Hi.

It's been so long. How have you been?

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