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("Comes Love" by Ann Hampton Callaway)

♪ Comes a rainstorm

♪ Put your rubbers on your feet ♪

♪ Comes a snowstorm

♪ You can get a little heat

♪ Comes love

♪ Nothin' can be done

♪ Comes a fire

♪ Then you know just what to do ♪

♪ Blow a tire

♪ You can buy another shoe

♪ Comes love

♪ Nothin' can be done

♪ Don't try hidin'

♪ 'Cause there isn't any use

♪ You'll start slidin'

- If anyone has just cause

why this man and this woman should not be married,

let him speak now or forever hold his peace.

Now that Carla and Jack have given their consent

and made their vows to each other

before God and this congregation

by the joining of hands of receiving of rings,

I declare they are husband and wife.

Those whom God have joined together let no man put asunder.

You may kiss the bride.

(door flying open)

- [Jack] Everything was perfect for 12 years.

- [Karla] Hey, zip me up, will ya?

- Sure.

(whistling)

- (laughing) Jennifer is downstairs; we are late, come on.

- Hey, you took the last piece!

- Bye, Mommy!

No I didn't.

- Yes you did!

- Okay, take it easy.

Monkey, come kiss me goodbye.

- Bye.

- Greasy, yum!

You too, come here.

All right, be good girls.

Jennifer, we'll be back around midnight.

What are we giving him?

- Watercolor.

Female nude, mid-1920s, American.

- Expensive?

- No.

- Then yes, he'll probably love it.

- Mm-hmm, yeah, he'll like it.

- Yes, I'm a DuPont, but not one of those DuPonts.

Same tree, different branch.

Unless...

Unless, of course, that turns you on,

in which case I am definitely one of those DuPonts.

I'll even show you my crest.

- [Karla] Have you seen Jack?

- No, actually, I haven't seen him.

- Wonderful, I've done like 45 laps.

Cannot find him.

♪ Happy birthday to you

♪ Happy birthday, dear Eric

♪ Happy birthday to you

(faint cheering)

(soft moaning)

(sighing)

- You missed the cake.

(laughing)

You should always have champagne on your lips

when you kiss me. - Mmm!

- You good?

- Yeah!

- Mmm, mm-hmm, mm-hmm!

- Hey, where were you when I was blowing out the candles?

You know what I wished for?

Your wife.

- Oh!

That's me!

(all laughing)

- Come on, come dance with me.

- Oh, no, you're gonna have to ask my husband first.

- Well... - Can I borrow the missus?

- I mean, okay. - Can he have me?

- Bring her back how you found her.

That's how it started.

A couple days, maybe a week later, I went to a gay bar.

One time turned into once in a while.

Once in a while turned into every couple of weeks.

Then, one night, bartender puts a beer down in front of me

that I didn't order.

- Looks like you have an admirer.

(baton tapping)

No more cars.

- So, why the waiter?

- He kept looking at me.

And he would brush against me.

And I was drunk.

And I wanted it.

Him.

- Maybe this is who you are, Jack.

Maybe you're a homosexual man who...

- Doctor, I don't wanna be a homosexual.

- A bisexual.

- I don't wanna be a bisexual either, doctor.

- Okay.

All right.

Couple of things right off the bat.

First of all, you can call me Tracy.

You don't have to call me doctor.

For what you're paying me, call me by my first name.

Now, tell me about Pete.

(soft jazz music)

- Hello.

- And goodbye.

- You have to leave?

- Yeah, cleaners closes at 7:00 and I got no clean shirts.

Truly, it's kind of a long walk.

Did you wanna keep me company?

Bryn Mawr?

- Haverford.

(laughing)

What?

- [Pete] You look like a Kennedy.

Do people tell you that?

- [Jack] Nah.

- [Pete] Yeah, you do.

Fuck.

- [Jack] What now?

- You wanna grab a cup of coffee?

I don't suppose you're hungry, are you?

- Mm-mm.

- Huh.

Well, as it just so happens, I don't live too far from here.

Do you have time?

You're not gonna miss your train, are you?

- I think I'm good.

(laughing)

- [Pete] I feel like I haven't seen you

at the Zebra Bar before.

- [Jack] Uh...

Yeah, I don't (pausing) really go that much.

- [Pete] Just not into the bar scene or what?

- [Jack] Work.

- [Pete] You're a working man.

I can appreciate that.

- [Jack] So...

- [Pete] Sew buttons.

- [Jack] Sew buttons.

What made you ask about my train?

- [Pete] I don't know.

You just have that look.

- [Jack] I have that look.

- [Pete] Mm-hmm.

This is where I live.

- Nice brickwork.

(laughing)

- Fuck. - Whoa, you okay?

- Yeah, thanks.

Are you married?

And you're straight, aren't ya?

- I'm not really sure.

If this is a problem...

(sighing)

(dog barking)

Hey.

- Yeah?

- Can I kiss you?

- Yeah.

- Thanks.

- Yeah.

Okay.

Get home safe.

"Get home safe"?

What the fuck?

♪ I could play you with no strings ♪

♪ And leave you on the streets

♪ Or I could play with you

♪ Flip these sheets and scream a symphony ♪

♪ I'll swing you around by your neck ♪

♪ When my hands kiss your ebony... ♪

- Daddy! - Sorry, Bec.

- [Tracy] So, you like being a husband

and a father, don't you?

- Yes.

- So, why do you go back to the bar?

- They threw his ass out of the gym,

right out in the cold, butt naked.

So, shrinkage was definitely an issue. (laughing)

- Shit.

- [David] What?

- I'm not supposed to be here.

- Huh; well, go.

I'll take care of these. - No-no-no, no.

Pretend like you were saying something funny.

- What?

I was. - Laugh, laugh.

(laughing)

- What are you doing?

- Okay, now...

Just go to the bathroom.

Just, just get up.

- I don't have to... - Go to the bathroom.

- Hi.

- Hey!

- Oh.

Hello.

- Call you later?

That's my drink.

- Have him buy you one.

- Would you like a drink?

- I'd love one.

(pensive music)

- What's going on?

- Eric.

He's going through another breakup.

He wanted to talk.

- Come to bed, baby.

- Okay.

- On a scale from one to 10,

how guilty do you feel about your relationship with Pete?

- 10.

- Hey, Dad, sorry I'm late.

- You were born late.

I'm used to it.

What are you drinking?

- I'll have a glass of that, thanks.

- [Pamela] So, what's his name?

- What's who's name?

- Oh please.

You were supposed to meet us here the other night.

You stood us up, which, with you,

usually means you met someone.

- No-no, no-no, we're family, you know?

No big thing, right?

It's cool.

- Are you gonna see him again?

- I don't know, maybe.

We getting a table?

- He's married.

You did it again; he did it again.

- Hey!

I'm good, I got it.

So, is she right?

- You're going to see him again, aren't you?

I bet you a drink.

- No bet.

- Fear of intimacy.

- I do not have a fear of intimacy.

- [Both] Yes you do!

- Dating married men, four married men,

in a town full of single hot gay ass is a cry for help.

What are you afraid of?

- I know what he's afraid of.

- I'm not afraid of anything.

- [Both] Commitment.

- Look, why don't you just settle the fuck down, huh?

Buy something.

You got enough money.

And for god's sake,

stop fucking around with these down-low motherfuckers.

You understand what I'm saying?

- Ron. - Yes sir.

It's not like I'm not trying.

Are we gonna...

Can we sit?

Can we eat?

- Come on, Jack.

- She's pretty special. - I get goosebumps.

She reminds me of Diane Arbus.

- Yep, absolutely.

- I mean, it looks like a painting.

- Yeah, it does, but then... - Excuse me.

Your phone's been ringing.

- Oh, okay, I'm sorry.

Can you just excuse me for a second?

- Sure. - Thanks, just enjoy.

Hello?

- How is the most wonderful, beautiful,

and understanding wife in the world?

- That depends.

Who is this?

- Your husband, who has to go to a press run tonight.

They screwed up a bunch of pages.

It's gonna be that kinda night.

- Oh.

You want me to come get you at the station?

- No.

It's gonna be late.

- You sure?

- [Jack] Yeah.

- Okay, all right, love you.

- Love you too.

- Anyway, I thought that you would love this one.

- You just lied to your wife.

Again.

(soft jazz music)

I was in the neighborhood and...

- No you weren't.

- Thought I would just say hi.

- Look.

You seem like a really nice guy, but you got stuff.

And I have history with guys who have stuff;

wives, children.

I can't really see you.

Not that I don't want to, I just...

I can't.

- Yeah.

You're right.

I completely get it.

Sorry.

- No, don't apologize, really.

'Tis a far, far better thing I do today

than I have ever done before.

I'm sorry.

I find obscure literary quotes

come in handy at times like this.

- I've read Dickens.

English major?

- Art history minor.

- Poli-sci/English lit, double major.

Penn.

- Temple.

- Who's your favorite author?

- Jacqueline Susann.

- (laughing) Wow.

- Valley of the Dolls is an underrated 20th-century classic.

- I don't think I can call that literature,

even by mid-'60s standards.

- Yeah, who is your favorite writer?

- John Cheever.

- A self-loathing closeted homosexual who wrote about men

who felt trapped in their commuter train lives.

Really?

- Don't forget, he was also a world-class alcoholic.

- Yeah, and she mostly wrote about fucking.

A lot.

- Do you use your degree?

- Do you use yours?

- Editor, non-fiction.

- Copywriter, in-house, for a big glossy magazine

that's probably gonna fold

because it's too esoteric and too artsy.

But who has time to read a magazine anyway, right?

(soft jazz music)

(alarm beeping)

- Whoa.

- It's fairy dust, Daddy; it'll make your dreams come true!

- It'll make you instantly fabulous.

- You two, go be fabulous upstairs, now.

- Sorry. (laughing)

Miles was here.

- Oh, how is he anyway?

- [Karla] He's allergic to his meds now, it seems.

- [Jack] That doesn't sound good.

- [Karla] No.

So... - Sew buttons.

- Where did you pick that up?

So?

- We can't keep it.

- I know, but...

- We're not keeping it.

- That just went right in my mouth.

- If I had a nickel for every time you said that.

(laughing) Rich man.

- Where is the cor...

You know what, I'm sorry, you're gonna get mad at me,

but I need you to run to the store.

I gotta make brownies.

I was just informed, tomorrow's snack.

- Okay.

Going to the store.

- [Anne] I wanna go!

- Sure, get your shoes.

- [Rebecca] I wanna go too!

- [Anne] You don't even know where we're going.

- [Rebecca] So?

- You can go too.

- [Rebecca] Where?

- [Anne] To the store, dumb-head.

- [Rebecca] You're the dumb-head!

- Don't call your sister dumb-head.

Booger face, try that one.

- [Both] Booger face!

- [Karla] Jack!

- Just, give me a minute.

- [Rebecca] Okay.

♪ I want to be with you

♪ You can see when I look at you ♪

♪ Contemplating what could be

♪ Wondering what you think of me ♪

♪ Sometime maybe in another way ♪

♪ Baby, I'm sure you feel the same ♪

- Good night. - Good night.

Jack?

Did you just put on cologne?

- Yeah.

Too much?

- No, no.

And you did something to your hair, didn't you?

You going home?

- Yep, see you tomorrow.

- Hmm.

- Hey! - Hey.

(clearing throat)

If this thing ever starts to get weird,

either one of us can walk.

No questions, no apologies.

Okay?

- I know what I'm getting into.

(laughing)

You and this handshaking thing.

- [Jack] Done deal.

(laughing)

- You're so fuckin' weird. (laughing)

At night, he's not so tough.

He breathes like an angel and sometimes wets the bed.

I can tell when an angel has visited.

In the morning,

there are little pieces of cloud stuck to my belly.

I suppose it all comes out in the wash,

these crusts of bread and soapy smiles,

slow-dancing in the bedroom sort of way.

Neither wants to lead; we both refuse to follow.

- Oop, are you waiting?

- No, you're good.

- Oh my god, I think I'm in love with you.

- [Pete] David, David, David.

Sorry about that, he's...

- I still want a cigarette though.

- Sit down. (laughing)

Jesus Christ.

- Oh, did you I tell you Scott Pickering called me

and asked me for your phone number?

- Who is that?

- John Armitage.

Wait for it.

29, 5'10", (laughing) please.

Tats all over, dick like a rhino.

Look at that.

- He is...

- (laughing) And he is down with the brown,

if you know what I mean, and you know you do.

Why aren't you all over that right now?

- David, if I tell you something,

you have to promise to keep your mouth shut.

Okay? - Mm-hmm.

- I'm seeing this married guy. - No.

No, no way! - What?

- (gasping) Homewrecker!

- David, please.

- You're gonna get fucked, and not in a good way.

I'm gonna get a cig.

- Eric and I are playing squash tonight,

I'll be home around 11:00.

Bye, honey.

- Bye.

- Got a train to catch.

- Oh, what about...

Eric DuPont, please.

Voicemail, sure.

Listen, bub, you tell that husband of mine

that unless he wants to sleep with you

for the rest of his life,

he will remember that date night is with me tonight

and not you.

(soft piano music)

- Hi, honey.

You look gorgeous.

- Thank you.

I guess you got my message.

- Yes.

Oops.

- [Karla] Oops.

- [Jack] To date night.

- To date night.

- Which I'll never forget again.

- [Karla] No, you won't.

(cell phone ringing)

- What?

- Are you mad at me?

- I'm fucking furious.

Now I'm going back to sleep.

- [Jack] I just wanted you to know...

- What?

- It's not gonna be like this forever, okay?

(pensive music)

(sobbing)

You got laid today.

(laughing)

- How did you know?

- Who was she?

Like it matters.

- I don't know.

Sandy?

Sa...

Sarah?

Something; something with an S.

I was having lunch at the Bellevue and she was alone,

I was alone.

We already had a hotel.

What can I say?

- Listen, I've been meaning to talk to you.

- Yeah, something I wanna talk to you about.

Why I have been covering your ass for your wife?

- Well, that's...

- Oh, fuck.

- Take it easy.

- Not you.

Does Karla know?

- No.

- (sighing) Trust me, they always know.

Do I know her?

- Him.

- Come again?

- Him.

Him.

(laughing)

What?

- Shut up.

You are not gay, Jack.

Trust me.

Okay?

I've known you since I was eight years old.

If anybody knew, I would know.

I've showered with you, okay?

I've slept in the same bed as you.

You're not gay, all right?

- Okay.

It's okay. - No, it's not okay.

- It is okay. - You're not gay.

- I'm gay. - You're not gay.

- I'm gay. - You're not gay, all right?

- I'm gay. - You're not...

You're not gay.

You're not gay!

- Okay.

Fat Billy Ponder.

- What; who?

- Billy Ponder, he had a speech impediment.

You remember him?

- The fat kid with the lisp that talked like this?

- Yes, stop.

We thought that made him queer,

so you, me, and John Paladino, we beat the crap out of him.

Remember; we were 12.

I had sex with Billy Ponder our senior year,

in Dad's Cutlass.

- Oh, god!

- In the backseat.

- God, no you didn't! - Mm-hmm.

- No you didn't.

I've sat in that Cutlass!

- He was the first guy.

- The first?

There's more?

- Yes.

I'm sorry that I never told you,

but, Eric, I am gay and I'm in love.

- How is it that you're all of a sudden

just in love with a dude?

- He makes me laugh.

- He makes (pausing) you laugh.

- Mm-hmm.

- So, you're gonna...

You're gonna give up your wife

for some dude who makes you laugh?

- If your father ever cheated on me, I'd cut his dick off.

This is $225; what the fuck is this?

Do we get to meet him?

- Dad didn't tell you?

- [Jack] Wanna go to Chicago this weekend?

- You're not serious.

- Sure I am.

Our first trip.

I have to be there on Friday, come with me.

We can stay all weekend in bed, or not.

- [Ron] I think it's a lousy idea.

- This is...

- Dad, what are you doing here?

- None of your business.

Does your wife know that you're fucking my son?

- [Pete] Whoa!

- Can I get you guys anything?

- And you, what the fuck are you doing?

You know better than this.

This is your fourth time!

Did he tell you that you're the fourth one?

- I don't need relationship from m...

- [Ron] Shut the fuck up.

- Guys, please.

- I love him.

I'm in love with him.

There.

I said it.

It's not like you didn't know.

- I didn't.

- So, what do you have to say?

- I don't think we have to explain how we feel to you.

- Do you love him?

- Jack, you don't have to... - Yes.

I love you.

- Son of a bitch, keeping secrets from his fiancee.

- What?

(gasping)

When; why didn't you tell me?!

(laughing)

- Don't let on I told you.

Ron is gonna ask you to be his best man.

Unless, of course, you wanna be my maid of honor instead.

It's entirely up to you.

And about the other thing, he's not going to leave his wife.

Been there, done that, got the souvenir mug.

- Excuse me.

Oh, hey.

- Hey.

Walking stick.

- Yeah.

African.

- Hi.

- Hey you.

- I was just thinking about you.

- Good thoughts, I hope.

- Always.

So, what can I do you for?

- Hold on.

Do you mind doing that later?

- Oh, no problem.

- [Jack] And can you get the door too?

- Okay.

- Sorry about that.

I have to cancel for tonight.

- Jack.

This is supposed to be our night.

You leave for vacation in like two days.

- Not leaving 'til the week after next,

but I have to go to this opening tonight.

I don't know how I forgot it, but I did.

- Pete, I need to talk to you.

- Can't you just...

- Oh, I'm sorry.

I didn't see that you were on a personal call

during working hours.

- It's a story.

- Hang up.

Oh, did you just finger...

I know he did not just finger me.

- Jack.

- It's for Miles, a friend from college,

Karla's best friend.

Who's that?

- I have to go.

- He has to go!

Was that rude?

That was rude.

- I...

- You have man problems, I get it.

- It's not... - It is.

It is all over your face.

And your work?

I mean, this is...

This, this is not a story.

And I know something's wrong

because you didn't even bother to spell-check it

and you're like Rain Man when it comes to spelling.

Rewrite it and have it on my desk by 5:00.

That's all.

(light piano music)

♪ I've got some other ways to go ♪

♪ Some ways that you already know ♪

- [Eric] Your wife invited me.

- [Jack] Mm-hmm.

- She said she hadn't seen me in a while,

wanted to know what was up.

Does your wife know what's up?

- No.

(sighing)

- God help you.

- Are you my friend?

- Yes.

- Okay.

One thing at a time.

I'll be back.

- We're all starving, come on.

- Do you mind?

I need to go to the office.

I forgot something.

- You want the car?

I can get a ride with Eric.

- No, I'll just take a cab.

- It's a nice place.

- Yeah, my father bought it for his mistress.

And when Mom put an end to that, I bought it from him.

- That's (pausing) very pragmatic.

(laughing)

- So, what do you do?

- What do you mean?

- For a living.

- Nothing, really.

Trust fund, big one.

- Ah.

Must be nice.

- Oh, it's got its ups and its downs.

- (laughing) Mostly ups though.

- Mostly ups, yeah.

God, you've got a great smile.

- Thank you.

- Great teeth.

Was I not supposed to do that?

- (laughing) Lighten up.

Why are you so ridiculously handsome?

- [Jack] Thanks, (pausing) I think.

- You know, if I had met him a semester before you did,

we'd all be sitting at different places

around this table right now.

- Can I get a drink, please?

- Well, this is why I never leave you two alone together.

- Go ahead and gloat.

But I remember a night a long, long time ago at a party

when I thought (pausing) something.

(laughing nervously)

- What are you talking about?

- New Year's Eve, 2002.

You were stinking drunk.

You ran up to me, threw your arms around me,

and you kissed me.

- Was there tongue?

- [Jack] I did?

- And you said, "Happy new year," and you called me baby.

- Jesus.

- I don't remember that.

- Well, I've never forgotten.

- If I were gonna share Jack with anybody,

it would've been you.

- Well, anyway, it's all too late now.

Some dreams don't come true.

- Oh, never say never.

(laughing)

I'm kidding.

Can I get a drink, please?

- I'd love one.

- So, does your boyfriend know where you are?

(laughing) Come on.

I asked around

and everybody seems to think you're dating somebody,

but nobody knows who.

Come on, come on.

I was just joking.

(laughing) Wait.

I'm right.

Holy shit.

Wow, Pete.

You've got some real boundary issues.

- I gotta go.

- Just give me a minute. - Okay.

- [Jack] Sorry.

Karla. - Hmm?

- [Jack] I think I'm tired.

- [Karla] (laughing) What?

- [Jack] It's been a tough week.

Okay?

- Wow.

10 days in Palm Springs will take care of that.

(laughing)

- Yep.

With your mother. (laughing)

- I'm glad we're going.

I wanna feel the sun and the heat.

I feel like we had no summer at all.

And I just...

I just wanna be warm.

The kids'll love the pool.

- We do have a pool right out back.

- Which we use three months outta the year, Jack.

This is special.

Let's just make this special for them, okay?

- Okay.

- Jack?

- [Jack] Mm-hmm?

- Is there anything you wanna talk about?

- No?

- I have a studio tour on Sunday.

You mind watching the girls?

- Sure.

But, Eric and I are doing something later in the evening.

- What?

- I don't know, it's Eric's call.

He just wants to hang out.

- What are you guys gonna do?

Build models in his basement?

Why do you guys spend so much time together, Jack?

- If it's a problem, I'll cancel.

- No-no-no, go.

Go.

I don't wanna take any time away from you and your buddy.

(sighing)

Jack?

- [Jack] Yes.

- If something were to happen to me, would you remarry?

- I...

Where's this...

I haven't thought about it.

That's just a morbid conversation.

- No, it's not; just answer the question, Jack.

It's very simple.

- No, probably not.

(cell phone ringing)

- Yes?

- Hi.

I'm sorry.

(girls screaming)

Slow it down.

- You're not coming, are you?

- No, I've got the girls today

and they needed some things, swimsuits and stuff.

Pete.

I really wanted to.

- [Both] Grandma!

- Oh, hello there!

You both, just look at you.

Hi, honey.

- Hi.

- [Barbara] Oh, you put a little weight!

- Good to see you too, Mom.

- And Jack, dear. - Hello, Barbara.

- Hello.

Take your shoes off!

You know I don't allow shoes in the house.

- [Anne] Can we go in the pool now?

- If you pick up your things

and take them down to your room,

then, yes, you may get in the pool.

(man shouting) (girls screaming)

Clay!

For God's sake, leave them alone.

- Jack.

Sis.

- [Karla] What are you doing here?

- Pft, good to see you too.

- [Karla] Where's Brit and the boys?

- Back at home.

Get off of there.

- I got kicked out.

- Oh.

Who'd you screw, Clay?

- Hairdresser.

- Hers?

Oh, that's shitty.

That is shitty on a number of levels.

That is shitty.

It serious?

- [Clay] No.

- What is that?

- [Barbara] Clay brought a friend home with him.

- (laughing) You're gonna love this guy.

Yo, Rich.

Rich, come in here for a second.

I want you to meet my sister and her husband.

- Hi, how's it...

Sorry about the wet hand.

- Big sister Karla. - Hi.

- Brother-in-law Jack.

- Hi. - Hi.

- So, Rich took me in for a couple days

when things went tits-up with Brit,

then he drove me out here from LA,

and then I convinced his ass to stay for a couple of days.

- And it's been a wonderful two weeks.

- Your mom though, she's been fattening me up

with her good home-cooking.

- Yeah, Mom, why didn't you tell us the house was full?

Because we could've just gotten a...

- I would not have you come all this way

and have you stay in a hotel.

- No, no, no, god, it's no big deal.

Rich and I are staying together in the king-size,

so you guys got plenty of space back there.

- Well, I've gotta get to cooking.

Clay, help them with their bags.

(Clay groaning)

- Oh, here, let me help you out with that.

Least I could do.

It's back here, this way.

- [Jack] Thanks.

I know.

- [Karla] Two years, you invite him to the house.

For crying out loud, I thought we could see you.

You're spending time with Clay!

- [Barbara] Well, I wanted to have all of you here.

- [Karla] You know what, could you just put the drink down?

- [Barbara] No, I will not

put the drink down. - Put the drink down!

- [Barbara] This is the only way I get through my life.

- Tell that to Daddy. - Oh please.

- [Clay] Who are you texting there, Jackie?

- Work.

- If you say so.

- [Karla] I did bring it up; I brought it up, Mom.

- [Barbara] I don't wanna talk about it!

- Stereo. - It's not stereo.

- No-no-no-no-no, honey.

Not until after grace.

- It's stereo. - Don't get mad at me.

- Jack?

- Dear God, thank you for this food.

May it nourish our bodies.

- And thank you, God,

for bringing us all together again at last.

Amen!

- [All] Amen.

- Well done, Mom.

So, Jack, how's work?

- It's good, busy.

- No, no, no, you don't need that.

- Mom!

- Rebecca, eat whatever you want.

- So, Rich, what do you do?

- [Rich] I'm a stuntman mostly.

- [Anne] Really?

- Yeah.

Would you like some broccoli?

- Yeah.

- Have you ever been on fire?

- I have, actually.

I've been on fire a couple times.

I've crashed cars, I've jumped off buildings.

- I want to. - I don't think so.

- Would you like some meat?

- Yes. - Have at it.

- [Jack] That sounds really interesting.

- It is when you're actually working.

But when I'm not working on a show or a movie,

I'm actually cutting hair.

- Yes, he does.

And let me tell you, he is amazing.

He's got magic hands.

Seriously, if anybody needs anything...

- What if I wanted to be with you, exclusively?

(laughing) Wait.

Never-mind.

This is crazy.

I should know better.

I had a lovely evening.

I hope you did as well.

But, come on.

Goodnight.

Goodbye.

Lose my number.

(laughing)

- Fuck.

- [Rich] You hungry?

- Not really.

- You can't sleep, huh?

- [Jack] Nah.

- Want a divorce?

- Why would you even ask that?

- Takes one to know one.

- What do you mean?

- (scoffing) Look, Karla, is awesome.

She's awesome.

You got that big house, two kids in private school.

That's a lotta pressure, buddy.

- It is.

- Yeah, and it's getting to you, bad.

- Well, it's... - Hey, hey, I don't judge.

I don't judge.

I get it.

I'm just saying, I can see it.

And if I can see it, she's gonna see it.

And texting is not cool, man!

I mean, come on.

What if she goes through your phone, huh?

Is that thing on the cloud?

You got an iPad?

Yeah?

You sending cock shots?

Of course you're sending cock shots.

Listen, anything that you text

will show up halfway across town

in front of your wife's face.

That's how I ended up with my shit in a shopping bag

in front of a Starbucks in Burbank, 'cause I was i-stupid.

Don't be i-stupid.

Look, what I'm trying to impart to you here

is make a decision.

Be a man.

Karla, my sister, who I love dearly, deserves it.

You hear me?

So do you.

And don't you think it's better

for your girls to see you happy and living your life?

Come on.

(laughing)

Oh, this is perfect, isn't it?

Hey, let's go, you gotta get in here.

- [Jack] Here I come.

- [Clay] (laughing) Big buildup.

- Oh, it is nice!

- [Clay] Yeah, it's not that bad.

(laughing)

- [Rich] There he is.

- Attaboy. - You made it.

- All right, all right.

So, Jack.

- Yeah?

- When did you figure out you were gay?

- About a year ago.

- All right.

- When did you two start?

- [Rich] What?

- Seeing each other.

- I'm not gay.

- (laughing) He's not gay.

No, dude, is that what you thought?

Where the fuck did you get that from?

I'm not gay either!

(laughing)

I love it.

Where did you get that from?

- He's not even my type.

(laughing)

Come here, I wanna see it! - Don't!

- I wanna see it now!

BJ time!

Let me just touch it, come on.

I wanna see it.

- I am so ticklish, don't. - I just wanna; I know.

- [Clay] I'm gonna fuckin' piss myself.

- [Jack] Greetings from Palm Springs.

- Oh, a little prick, just what I wanted.

- Hey, HR hears everything.

Hi, Pete.

- Hey.

- Hold on.

Kim, come in here please!

- Yeah?

- [Jack] Can you get off early?

- Me?

- Mm-mm.

Well?

- How early?

- [Jack] Around 4:30-ish?

- You want me to send flowers to this guy?

- Yep.

Come on, I haven't seen you in two weeks.

- Fine.

- Attaboy.

Don't be late.

Yellow roses, by the way.

- Jack.

(sighing) I know.

I know who Pete Logsdon is.

I saw you two.

Together.

Out.

At a bar.

A gay bar.

Does Karla know?

- No.

- Are you sure?

'Cause women always know.

- Why does everyone keep telling me that?

Do you think that I'm a slime-ball

for having an affair with a man?

- Not entirely, no.

- Would it be worse if it were a woman?

- Apples and oranges, Jack.

I need your credit card please.

- Yeah.

Look.

Natural light!

- Jack.

- Ah-ah-ah, ah.

Champagne?

Happy anniversary.

Pete.

I'm not a bad person.

- I know that. - I don't think that you do.

How could you?

All that you get of me is this guy who cheats on his wife,

who lies to his friends and his kids.

That's not me.

I want you to get a chance to know me, the real me.

Pete.

I love you.

I do.

And I'm leaving Karla.

- A letter?

You can't write a letter.

- That's just what I wanna say.

I'm going to talk to her, face to face.

I just needed to organize my thoughts.

- (laughing) This is my fault.

This is all my fault. - No-no-no-no, don't be silly.

Don't be silly, it's not.

It's gonna be okay.

- Jack.

I've met someone.

- What?

- I met someone and I'm seeing him.

It's not serious, yet, but it's going to be, (pausing)

or it can be.

I want it to be.

("Every Time We Say Goodbye" by Gavin Bradley)

♪ Every time we say goodbye

♪ I die

♪ A little

♪ Every time we say goodbye

♪ I wonder why

♪ A little

♪ Why the gods above me

(sobbing)

♪ Who must be in the know

♪ Think so little of me

♪ They allow you to go

- The decision was as much yours as his.

You coulda stayed, Jack.

You could've fought him, if that's what you really wanted.

- Are you saying I'm a coward?

- No, I'm not here to judge you, Jack.

You had a chance and you didn't take it.

I mean, if you really wanted out of your marriage,

if you wanted out of that life such as it was,

that was a jumping point, but you didn't jump.

- I had a chance.

I didn't take it.

♪ Goodbye

- I decided at a very early stage

that we were going to do Christmas

at least once on the East Coast.

Bitter cold, bitter cold.

But of course, that also means

that we had to have a Christmas tree, right?

You can't have a real family Christmas

without a Christmas tree, of course.

So, imagine it, my mom, fur coat, drunk to the tilt,

we now know why... (laughing)

Dad's there, bitching the entire time,

but we get the real tree and we get it inside

and we're happy and we do what we can with decorating.

It was our one and only.

Not a lot of experience in that market.

And it's Christmas Eve

and we realize it doesn't have a star.

So, I tell my dad we need a star on the Christmas tree.

He says, "Star?

"You're lucky we got the fucker in here!"

(laughing)

So, you can imagine how that Christmas went.

First, last, and only East Coast Christmas for us.

Come on, we're going.

- Why don't we have any black friends?

Why don't I have any black friends?

Hey-hey-hey-hey-hey-hey-hey.

Come here.

Why do you put up with me?

- Because you're mine.

Doesn't mean I don't wanna throw you down those stairs

every now and then. (laughing)

- Excuse me.

Mrs. Armitage, can we smoke in here?

- That's not funny, and no you cannot.

- Someone's in a mood.

- What do people say about me and John?

- All right.

They hate you.

(laughing)

Come on, Pete.

What's not to hate?

You're perfect, you both are.

I mean, look at that ass.

Perfect.

You have the perfect apartment in the perfect neighborhood.

You're interracial! - Shh.

- Perfect and politically correct.

And the real tragedy is,

even with all of this, you're still not happy, are you?

- What makes you think I'm not happy?

- If you were, you wouldn't give a shit

about what any of us think.

You asked.

("You're the Only Heaven I Need" by Mervyn Warren)

♪ That you exist

♪ For what it's worth

♪ Is proof of the divine on Earth ♪

♪ You're the only heaven

♪ I need

♪ The future lacks the lure somehow ♪

♪ Of loving in the here and now ♪

♪ You're the only heaven

♪ I need

♪ Love's a light that glows in one ♪

♪ And you've resurrected mine

♪ Baby, you're my chosen one

♪ And I confess...

- Christopher.

Why are you here?

- I do Pamela's hair, remember?

- Looks great.

- Thank you.

So...

Where's your husband?

- If you mean John, he was called away by his mommy

for some family business this morning,

but we're not...

We're not married.

- And why is that?

- I don't see why we need to be.

He did ask me.

- Did he?

- Yeah, last night.

At the rehearsal dinner, in front of my whole family.

- On his knees, I bet.

Congratulations.

- Fuck you.

I don't see why we need to get married.

Why do we have to do everything the way they do it?

- No, we don't.

We...

We make our own rules, Pete.

- You're touching my dick.

- I am.

And I'm just making a point.

- Hello, hi! - Hi!

- How are you?

- I'm good.

How are you?

- I'm wonderful, thank you.

You look wonderful.

- Get the fuck outta here.

- No.

- Then I'll go.

- You're gonna stay, Pete.

Come on. - Stop.

- No, come on, Pete. - Cut it out.

- Come on.

- Christopher. - What, Pete, what?

- Stop.

- [Christopher] I don't wanna stop.

Pete, please.

What?

Come on, Pete.

(groaning)

- Is that the first time?

Why do you get caught up in all this fly-by-night shit?!

That's not love.

It's chaos.

Why can't you just be happy?

- If Bruce comes tonight, which he probably will,

please don't get into it with him,

especially if he brings the new guy.

Oh, what's-his-face?

I know I know his name.

Never-mind.

But, supposedly, he's been with this guy

a little bit before him and Patrick were over.

Michael Smith said we all met him that weekend in Rehoboth.

Do you remember that?

I didn't.

I asked you a question.

- Why are we discussing this?

- Why not?

It's just news.

- No, it's not.

- Are you gonna get ready tonight?

- I don't think I wanna go.

- Fine.

You cancel; he's your friend.

- I thought he was our friend.

- Whatever, I'll do it.

- No.

Wait.

(sighing) I'll get dressed.

(light classical music)

- Oh, hello.

Fancy seeing you here.

- Hi.

- I'm David.

- Jack.

- Yeah, I...

I remember.

How have you been?

- Fine.

Would you excuse me?

- What just...

(sighing) Fuckin' finally.

- [John] This one wanted to stay home.

(laughing)

- Oh my god!

(sniffing)

You reek; you've got pot.

I need some.

Where is it?

All these rich people make me nervous.

Sorry, but I'm about to jump outta my skin.

Do you have any?

- John does.

- Please sir, can we, now?

- Okay, fine.

Babe, do you wanna...

- Oh, I'm gonna stay and look at the art.

Congratulations on your new show, your first show.

- It's beautiful, isn't it?

- It's like looking into her soul.

- That's what my husband said.

This is his favorite piece.

Do you know David?

- Your husband?

- No, I'm sorry, the artist.

- Oh, yes, David, of course.

Yes, yes, we're friends.

David, yes.

Yes, yes.

- Well, I run the gallery.

Karla.

- Oh, I'm just getting over flu and you are...

- Oh, yes, I am. (laughing)

- Pete Logsdon, nice to meet you.

- Nice to meet you.

- How much is this one?

- $4,500.

But if you're a friend of David's,

I'm sure we can come down.

- Hey!

- John, this is Karla.

Karla, John.

It's her gallery.

- Hi, nice to meet you. - Hi, nice to meet you.

- So, what do you think?

- About?

How much do you like it?

- $4,500 worth.

- [John] For one of David's pieces?

- It's beautiful, look at that, how detailed that is.

- John, this is my husband.

- Ah, Jack Dickinson.

- [John] John Armitage.

- And this is his partner. - Fiance.

- Oh, fiancé!

Pete.

Pete is thinking about taking your favorite piece home.

- Really?

- So...

- [Jack and John] Sew buttons.

- Karla? - Yes.

- [Assistant] Can I see you just a second?

- Oh yeah, excuse me just a second, I'll be right back.

Enjoy. - Mm, mm-hmm.

- Would you get me a glass of wine, please?

Oh, thank you.

- And don't say yes to anything while I'm gone.

- How are you?

- Incredibly uncomfortable.

You?

- Same.

- You look...

- Yeah, so do you.

- He's...

Quite handsome.

- I'm sorry.

- It's okay.

- I'm sorry about a lotta things, you know;

the way I handled it...

You.

Us.

I've been meaning to call.

I just... - I wish you had.

I miss you.

Do you think (pausing) we could...

- No-no-no-no-no-no-no.

I'm with John.

We live together.

I'm engaged.

It's a bad idea.

- Was just gonna say have lunch.

- That's how it starts, right?

Bye, Jack.

- [John] Gross!

When?

- John, can we head out?

- Sure.

- This morning. - What?

- They found Chris Randolph this morning, dead.

- He overdosed.

- What?

- Tina will take you down, child.

It is messy, messy.

- Well, you seem to know an awfully lot about him.

Did you two...

- Yuck, not me. (laughing)

- What? - David.

- Peter. - What?

- When? - Never.

- Oh my god! - What?

- Guess who's here?

- Who? - I know.

- [John] Who?!

- Never-mind.

Wow, David.

Just, wow.

- I wasn't tr...

- I guess we're leaving.

- Bye.

Hey, Mama, am I rich yet? (laughing)

- Well, I think I just sold another one for you.

- What-what!

That's awesome.

Who?

- Whom.

Whom. - Yes, whom?

- Pete Logsdon.

- Oh, no.

- Yeah.

- No, Karla, he left.

- Oh, shit.

- That's all right, I'll call him.

I have to anyway, he wasn't having a good night.

Plus, he looks like shit.

He left because he ran into some ex-trick.

Well, not really trick; boyfriend with a lotta baggage.

(sighing)

They were together for, what, like a year and some change,

which is like 10 years to the gays.

(Karla laughing)

And I'm sure they ran into each other,

I'm sure it wrecked Pete,

and I'm sure he was trying to avoid

any sorta conflict with the ex and the current,

who is smokin' hot, by the way, with control issues.

- Aha.

- I think the ex is probably worse though.

He was married.

To a woman.

With a vagina.

I know.

People have told me about that crazy stuff.

(Karla laughing)

I don't even know what that is.

- What is wrong with you? (laughing)

- They're frightening. (laughing)

Oh, there's married guy now.

- Where?

- Oh, okay, you want drama?

- Yes I do. - Okay.

- I can use a little drama.

- Stay there though.

- Okay, okay, okay, wait, don't run.

- [David] I'm gonna be so obvious.

(solemn piano music)

- What is it, honey?

What the hell?

What, stop!

Stop!

- I'm sorry.

I just...

I, I had to.

I need to ask you something

and it's very, very important that you tell me the truth.

- Okay.

No more hitting.

- I heard... (laughing)

This is almost funny.

I heard you were having an affair,

or had one.

With a man?

- Karla.

- I shouldn't have hit ya.

- No, Karla...

- No, no, I don't wanna hear this.

Just shut up. (sobbing)

Just shut up!

Oh my god, I need to think.

I gotta think.

I need to...

(sobbing)

I need to think.

I can't think!

I need to think!

(sobbing)

(screaming)

Okay.

Were you safe?

Did you use condoms?

- For God's sake...

- Answer me!

- Yes, always. - Thank you!

- It was just Pete.

It was only a year, I promise you.

- Did you love him?

Pete?

- (sobbing) Yes.

- Well...

All these months, I mean, I knew something.

I just...

I really thought it was a woman.

- [Jack] You knew?

- I'm not stupid, Jack.

(laughing)

- Why didn't you say anything?

- You came home, every night!

I shoulda known.

I should've known it was gonna...

Miles told me about you two in school.

Little more than a kiss, wasn't it, Jack?

- When?

- I don't know.

Sophomore year, I think.

- So, you knew before we were married?

- [Karla] Way before.

What?

I thought you knew I knew!

- Do you know how long I've struggled with this?

Do you have any idea?

Any idea what it's like to struggle with this?

Why did you not ever think to help me?!

- Help you?

I married you!

I had your fucking children!

(groaning)

- What?

- Nothing, he kicked, that's all.

He obviously has my temper.

- Baby.

We're having a baby.

And then...

- We raise him.

We love him.

And we go on.

What do you think?

- I love you.

(somber piano music)

I gotta go.

- Jack.

(door shutting)

Jack!

(Karla sobbing)

- Will ya sign those so we can get outta here?

Here's to your first time.

Trust me, never gets easier.

Just more expensive.

- Well, I'm not getting married again.

- Oh, you never know.

It's legal now.

(laughing) Don't look at me like that.

I'm on your side.

Marriage equality, fuck yeah.

- Hot towels too.

Classy dude, Pete.

Where do you want this?

- On the floor.

I'm gonna do laundry.

- [Man] Gotta clean up the evidence?

- No.

Just doing laundry.

- Uh-huh.

This is a big-ass loft.

About twice the size of your old place.

- At least.

- You like living up here?

- Yes.

- [Man] It's so white though.

- What does that mean?

- You know, across from Liberty Hall and shit.

- There's an African-American exhibit

right down the street on the corner...

- You sound white when you say 'African-American.'

Why'd you call me, Pete?

It's been three years.

Thought you were married.

- Not yet.

June.

- I wanted to date you back then.

- I... - Couldn't date a black dude.

- That's not true at all.

- I ain't say fuck, I said date.

Get to know, settle down with.

(scoffing) Never-mind.

You wanna do this again?

- Yes.

- You know what?

Probably.

Maybe.

- Don't forget your sweater.

(sirens blaring outside)

- I wouldn't bother.

They're just gonna go in the trash.

Do you want a glass of wine or are you against day-drinking?

Should at least have some water.

Must be thirsty.

- How long?

- That was an arch conversation after the hot, loud sex.

- I'm, I'm sorry.

- Do you need one of your little pills

or are you all prepped up?

Found them in your gym bag three weeks ago.

Do you (pausing) have anything to say?

- Would you believe me?

- That's a good question.

No.

I feel like my mother.

That sucks.

Say something, goddammit!

- I fucked up.

- Oh.

Big time, mister.

Why?

- I...

- Why would you cheat on me?

Am I not enough?

Is my cock too small?

Is it too big?

Am I not here enough?

Am I too close?

I'm too wild.

Too much vanilla.

- I'm sorry; I really...

- You don't get to be sorry, asshole!

We're getting married in six weeks.

200 people, and the fucking ballroom at the Bellevue.

Do you have any idea how many times

I could've fucked around on you and I did not?

It's been going on for a while, yes?

Did you fuck any of my friends?

Our friends?

- No.

- Who knows about this?

Does David know?

- Maybe.

David knows I'm not happy though.

- Then why the fuck stay?!

- Because I know I should be.

It's insane that I'm not, I know that.

You are everything to me, John, and I...

- Apparently not.

I thought we were perfect.

Well, not perfect; no one's perfect.

But, ooh, we were good together.

We looked good together!

(laughing) Shit.

I am my mother.

- No.

You're not your mother.

She's... - Cold and bitter, I know.

But that's how I feel.

- How can I make it up to you?

What do you need from me right now?

- Well...

You can start by showering

what's-his-name off of you.

Then get dressed.

And pack.

And get the fuck outta my house.

I'm going to get more pinot, this one sucks.

When I get back, you better be fucking gone

or your shit's going in the alley.

(door closing)

- Oh.

Hey.

Karla's here.

(soft piano music)

- Thanks for picking the girls up, I appreciate that.

- Is Michael sleeping?

- He is sleeping.

Yeah, he's the sweetest pea ever.

I got him to sleep fast, Jack.

Six hours the other night.

- Good job. - Yeah.

Finally didn't have to use Preparation H.

(both laughing)

Thank you.

(sighing)

Listen.

Miles had a really, really bad episode.

He's in the hospital.

- What's this?

- Go ahead.

- [Both] Fairy dust. (laughing)

- When they brought him into the emergency room,

he had some in his fist.

He started throwing it around, albeit weakly.

- "Fairy dust!"

- No, it was much more.

But, you know, if he was going out, it was gonna be festive.

I wanted to pin his arm down to get the catheter in.

He was fighting, and he pulls his oxygen mask off,

and he yells at me, "Lighten up, bitch!"

He's better.

Still in the hospital, but...

He asked me to give that to you.

You should go see him.

- I will.

- He'd like that.

(soft piano music)

- There you go. - Thank you.

- You got it.

(humming)

Are you ever gonna let me paint you nude?

- No.

And definitely not anywhere as cold as this.

Fuck, David. (laughing)

- This building is 175 years old.

The cold is part of its charm.

- No, it's not.

- [David] So...

New York, huh?

- Yep.

- It's gonna be a lot more expensive.

- I know, I don't care.

That's a lie.

I'm terrified, but...

I found a six-month sublet and I actually got a terrace.

- [David] Don't go.

Please?

- I can't stay here, David,

I burned this place to the ground.

- (laughing) It's not that bad.

- Yes, it is.

- I'm gonna miss you.

- It's 45 minutes by Amtrak.

- I hate trains!

(laughing)

So?

It's good, right?

- [Pete] It's beautiful.

- Yeah.

You never think about calling Jack?

- Why would I do that?

God no.

- Well, why not?

I mean, his wife knows now.

- (laughing) I still can't believe you did that.

- I wanted to die.

- Yeah, join the club.

- Oh my god, so sorry. (laughing)

You should call him.

I mean, they probably broke up already, right?

I mean, how could she stay with him?

- Please stop.

You're just compounding the guilt.

Which is why I'm moving to New York.

- Running away.

- As far as I can and still have a decent magazine job.

(light opera singing)

(pen thudding)

- There you go, Judge.

- Thank you.

- Where the hell is she is?

- Just calm down, she'll be here.

- [Judge] Ah, Mr. DuPont.

- My apologies to the court, Your Honor.

My client Mrs. Washington and I had to confer.

So, we were as quick as we could be.

- Your Honor,

if Mr. DuPont is finished (pausing) conferring,

can we proceed?

(screaming over each other)

- Well, that went well.

- At minimum, you put your foot in that.

- Wasn't my foot.

(laughing)

Want some lunch?

- You buying?

(laughing)

- That judge hates me.

The feeling is mutual.

He presided over two of my divorces.

Asshole.

You married?

- Yeah, second time, recently.

- You get burned too?

- My first wife died.

- I'm sorry.

Kids?

- Yeah, a son.

Pete.

Thank you.

- I like kids, I wish I had 'em.

- Well, they don't always turn out the way you expect 'em,

but you have to deal with what you get.

- Sounds like you're disappointed in your son.

- I didn't say that.

I love my son, a lot.

I just don't always like the things that he does.

- Drugs?

Jail?

- Fucked-up relationships.

He's in New York right now, starting over, again.

- Baby mama drama.

(laughing)

- He's gay.

No baby mama.

- My best friend just turned gay.

- I think he was born like that.

- Married the hottest girl in our class.

Had two beautiful kids.

One day, it's like he just fell on a dick (laughing)

and liked it.

(laughing)

- Well, I'll be goddamned. - What's that?

You know Jack?

- Yeah, my son introduced us.

They were (pausing) together.

- No way.

- Yeah, I feel really embarrassed

about the way that we acted in public.

I really went after him about it.

- You know that he was gonna leave his wife

for your son, right?

- What?

- I got an idea.

I got (pausing) a terrible idea.

Hey, Jackie!

- Hey, Eric, I kinda got my hands full right now.

What's up?

- [Eric] You didn't tell me Pete was black.

- Just tell me.

Is this nuts?

- Well, nuts isn't exactly the word I'd use, but...

- Tracy, please.

- I mean, it is kinda nuts.

But you're gonna do it anyway, right?

- [Jack] Yeah, I am.

- Well, good luck, Jack.

- This is so nuts.

- And...

Yeah, more expensive to live out here.

What are you grinning at?

- [Ron] He's kinda cute, huh?

- (laughing) You never give up, do you?

- I don't understand this... - I hate cats on the counter!

Jesus Christ, I mean, how do people eat

and, you know, mess with cat hair and furballs?

- You want something to drink?

- [Ron] Water's good.

- I bought beer.

- Okay, that's cool.

Hey, girl.

(laughing)

Not a day goes by that I don't think about her.

- Me too.

- You know, after your mother died

and I started seeing Pamela,

I took her to see your grandfather.

- (exhaling) How did that go?

(laughing)

- Oh, he had a fit.

"I don't see why you gotta be

"taking up with that white woman."

- That sounds like granddad.

- Wasn't prejudice.

It was fear.

When he was young, he had to step off the sidewalk

whenever a white woman walked by.

'Til the day he died, he...

He carried the fear that I was gonna get hit in the head

because I was a uppity nigger.

He never understood the choices that I made.

Be a lawyer, leave Louisiana.

How could I allow myself to fall in love with Pamela.

Most parents are terrified

at the choices their children make.

Deep down inside, all we want is just,

is for you to be happy.

I'm sorry if I ever got in the way of that.

- You are so bad.

To being happy.

(bottles clanking)

- To being happy.

- Oh, shit.

- What, what's wrong?

- I forgot to stop by the dry cleaners.

I don't have a clean shirt for Monday.

- Oh.

Hey, well..

- [Pete] No, it's cool, I can make it.

I'll be right back.

15 minutes, 20 tops.

- Yeah, but...

Uh...

Shit.

(soft piano music)

- Hi.

- Hi!

This is... - I love you.

I still love you, very much.

(laughing)

- You don't just bump into someone on the street

and tell them you love them.

That's crazy.

- I didn't just bump into you.

I came here specifically to tell you that.

Look, your father and my best friend,

they're both lawyers and...

Whatever, never-mind, it doesn't even matter.

I want...

I want another chance.

No, I want the chance that you didn't give me.

No, no, that I didn't give myself.

Love you and be with you, as me.

- Yeah, your wife's probably looking for you.

- I'm divorced; long story.

Look, I'm here.

No attachments, no nothing.

Just...

Me.

Natural light.

- Why do you always go from zero to 'I love you'?

- Slow is for sissies.

You still love me?

(soaring soft music)

I should take that as a yes, right?

- This is seriously freaking me out right now.

Oh, shit.

- What?

- My dad's at my place.

- He's not at my hotel.

- [Pete] But we're supposed to go to dinner.

He's paying for a change.

- We are going to be late.

Get in there.

(knocking)

- Mommy!

♪ No longer a fantasy

♪ Now my reality

♪ Feels just like a dream

♪ That I don't wanna wake up from ♪

♪ There's more of you and me

♪ No longer a fantasy

♪ Now my reality

("Too Close for Comfort" by Patti Austin)

♪ Be wise, be smart

♪ He's too close for comfort

♪ Behave, my heart

♪ He's too close for comfort

♪ Be wise, be smart

♪ Behave, my heart

♪ Don't upset your cart

♪ When he's so close

♪ Be soft, be sweet

♪ But be discrete

♪ Don't go off your beat

♪ He's too close for comfort

♪ Too close, too close for comfort ♪

♪ Please, not again

♪ Too close, too close to know just when to say when ♪

♪ Be firm, be fair

♪ Be sure, beware

♪ On your guard, take care

♪ While there's such temptation ♪

♪ One thing leads to another

♪ Too late to run for cover

♪ He's much too close for comfort now ♪

♪ Be wise, be smart

♪ Behave, my heart

♪ Don't upset that cart

♪ When he's so close

♪ Be soft, be sweet

♪ But you gotta be discrete

♪ Don't go off your beat

♪ He's too close for comfort

♪ Well, too close, too close for comfort ♪

♪ Please, not again

♪ Too close, too close to know just when to say when ♪

♪ Be firm, be fair

♪ Be sure, beware

♪ On your guard, take care

♪ While there's such temptation ♪

♪ Well, one thing leads to another ♪

♪ Too late to run for cover

♪ He's much too close for comfort now ♪

♪ One thing leads to another

♪ Too late to run for cover

♪ He's much too close for comfort ♪

(scatting)

♪ He's much too close for comfort now ♪

♪ Too close

♪ He's too close

♪ For comfort

♪ Now