All language subtitles for And Then There Was Eve (2017)

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.

I...

I have to tell you something.

Do you want it?

What if I want it?

Do you want the balloon?

- Yeah.

Good boy.

Ah, you're gorgeous.

Wanna play peekaboo?

Do you wanna play peekaboo?

What color is the balloon?

- Blue.

It's blue, good boy.

- It actually used to
be a color for girls.

Zain, not now.

- What? It's true.

- Gorgeous.

We got it.

Woo.

Do you wanna get your
ice cream now?

Sound good?

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.

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.

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?

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.

The prints should
be online by Sunday.

Great.

I'll take the balloons.

Okay.

She took all the balloons.

Night, boss.

Hello,
you've reached Kevin Durant.

I'm unavailable at the moment.

Leave a melody at the tone.

- 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.

Hello, you've
reached Kevin Durant.

I'm unavailable at the moment.

Leave a melody at the tone.

- Where the fuck are you,
darling?

Shit.

Hello?

911, what's your emergency?

Hi, yes, I'd
like to report a burglary.

Can you tell me what happened?

My ring was taken.

Don't think I'm in
immediate danger.

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?

- No, so you're absolutely sure?

Okay, thank you, bye.

I can't sleep.

It's too quiet in this house.

Do you want me to read to you?

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.

- 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?

- I should go.

- 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.

- 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.

- 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.

Wait, keep your hand on.

How are you gonna manage

the jungles of Nicaragua
after I've been bitten

by a sea serpent?

Well, I'll hitchhike.

Yeah, who'd pick you up?

- Excuse me?

Hot young widow in Nicaragua.

They'll be lining the streets.

Okay, I can do this.

And accelerate on.

You're doing it.

- I'm doing it.

Hey, look.

- Honey!

I have this for you.

- What is that?

- This is a good luck present.

Don't you like it?

- I'd prefer jewelry, darling.

It's a kind of jewelry.

- Fuck.

Alyssa.

Hey, don't give up.

Don't.

Alyssa.

This is stupid.

Alyssa, don't give up.

It's stupid!

Alyssa!

Alyssa!

You've
reached the Durant Wine Estate.

We're currently not available.

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

- 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?

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.

Give up!

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?

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!

I am so drink.

I'm going to take you home.

- Yeah.

- Did you eat today?

- Yes, Mom.

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.

- 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.

Good.

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.

One version might dance over
brisk rhythms that swagger

using major chords to
convey a sense of optimism.

While another version,
played softer,

slower, in a minor key,

might arose sentiments
of nostalgia

or sadness.

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.

"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."

- Alyssa!

Are you okay?

- Yeah.

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.

"If anyone could have saved me,

"it would've been you."

It's my fault, isn't it?

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.

- 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.

- 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.

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...

We've met.

Hi, how are you?

I'm doing okay.

Great.

- I would be lost without her.

- 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."

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.

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.

- I think it was his
friend memory.

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

- Julian.

- What? It's easy to
sugarcoat the memories

like he's the victim.

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...

He coached club soccer
in the winter

but he came home late all year?

Yes, he had off-season training.

Alyssa, there were
no mirrors in your house.

He broke them all.

Doctor said high levels of
testosterone.

He took a prescription cocktail

and knocked himself
out for two weeks cold.

- 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.

Music is the fucking worst.

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

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.

My God, why did you make me go?

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.

What's your problem?

Kevin?

Kevin.

- You okay?

- Yeah.

Your bra's too tight.

- You can tell just by looking?

- 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.

Hey.

I have to go.

- 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.

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.

Okay, so what's
the mood of the album?

- Hopeful

and feminine.

What?

Hopeful and feminine?

You sound like a tampon
commercial.

- Soft and whimsical.

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.

- Okay.

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?

Is it five o'clock?

- In Paraguay.

- Ladies, we're doing last call,

can I get you
anything else today?

- Two more.

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.

- 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.

Shit, which one?

Okay, hold on, here we go.

- I'll do this.
- Okay.

And then I go.

Okay.

I'll go higher so you
can go lower.

Is that okay?

Oh, that sounds kinda cool.

- Like that sort of thing?

- Yeah, and then...

- 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

We did it.

Thank you.
- Yay, thank you.

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.

You two make a good couple.

- What?

- Yeah, the way you look
at each other.

My Sophie and I had that.

It's nice.

Hey, you.

- Hey.

- Bye you a nightcap?

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

Yemen.

- 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?

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

Sure.

- Thank you.

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...

You're not.

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.

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.

- I bet she did

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

- Really?
- Mhmm.

Portrait.

Yeah.

- One more, one more.

- 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.

None taken.

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.

Great.

- Thank you.

Thanks, ladies.

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.

- 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?

Do you think that's fair?

- I don't know.

- You're gonna have to
tell her sometime.

- Yeah, sometime.

Alyssa would live that.

It's four thousand dollars.

Art is priceless.

- If you buy her a four
thousand dollar painting,

she's gonna know how you feel
about her.

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.

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.

I admit it.

- Of course you have.

You're a man.

Men can not be alone
for like a second.

- No comment.

Just saying.

- How about you, Alyssa?

You didn't raise your hand.

Are you ready?

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

That's great!

That's wonderful.

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!

- Slut!

Good for you.

- Is it good?

- Yes.

It is so good to laugh again.

And drink.

- Hi.
- Hi.

Hey, ladies.

Hi, we still got it, baby!

- Woo!

Wanna go grab a drink?

- No, I'm good.

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.

Cheers, guys.

Beautiful.

- Illiteracy isn't sexy.

- Cheese.

Gorgeous.

Hey, I need to pee.

- Oh.

- Thank you.

- Alyssa, come join us.

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.

At least you're
young and beautiful.

You will find someone new.

At least you
didn't have any kids.

I just can't believe it.

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

She must be in shambles.

I'd be devastated.

You are so strong.

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.

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.

I'm gonna show you.

What?

I'm gonna be Kevin
so you know what it's like

to be on a date with him, okay?

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.

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.

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.

- You're turn.

Is that how it happened?

- That's how it happened.

Harder, baby.

- Hello?

Calm down.

Calm down.

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?

Okay, I'm back.

- I have every
family in Temecula

bring me kneidlach and kugel.

This was not supposed to happen.

Well I can't
control the gossip mongers.

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.

- 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.

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.

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?

- 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.

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.

- 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?

- I love you.

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.

- 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.

What?

What am I making you feel?

- 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!

- 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.

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!

♪ 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

- What's going on?

Are you okay?

- You should leave.

- Alyssa.

- Go.

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

- 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.

- What am I supposed to do?

- Be kind.

Be her friend.

Alyssa,
someone's here to see you.

Can you handle it?

- Not really.

- Alyssa.
- Hi.

- Hey.

What're you doing here?

We want pictures.

- All right.

- How are you?

Hi, good, how are you?

- Good to see you.

Good to see you too.

- Freedom, kiddos.

Now dress yourselves.

Wow, look at all these toys.

Oh my gosh.

Mommy's gonna wear a hat.

Ah.

Oh.

You're doing great.

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

- Is this what happens
when you move to Seattle?

Crazy kids?

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?

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.

- Show me your face.

Show me your face!

Show me your face!

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.

- 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.

- 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.

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.

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.

- 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,

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!

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!

- 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.

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.

- 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.

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

- What?

- I don't know.

♪ 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