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I'm just starting the process
of changing my name.

- I just got divorced.
- Oh. Bummer.

Not really.

This is to celebrate
your papers being signed,

and for me officially
investing in the gallery.

Thank you, but it's a loan.
I'm paying you back.

You're single.
You're a free man.

So that would be implying
that I'm getting laid a lot.

No. No, that's not happening.

DIANE: Francis,
I would like you to meet Andrew.

Now that you're single,
are you swiping?

I haven't taken the plunge yet.

Well, don't start,
because you're clearly a mess.

-Walking disaster.

Feel like I got sole custody
of Lila's inner bitch.

You're changing your name?
Fuck you!

Fuck you!

♪ There's a reason
for the sun-shining sky ♪

♪ And there's a reason
why I'm feeling so high ♪

♪ Must be the season ♪

♪ When that love light
shines all around us ♪

♪ So, let that feeling
grab you deep inside ♪

♪ And send you reeling
where your love can't hide ♪

♪ And then go stealing
through the moonlit nights ♪

♪ With your lover ♪

♪ Just let your love flow
like a mountain stream ♪

♪ And let
your love grow... ♪

I appreciate this Robert,
coming here after work.

Your dream of
a professional-grade pizza oven

is my dream of
a professional-grade pizza oven.

I just had no idea
how much pleasure it would bring me

just to braise a loin,

supreme a grapefruit.

I hear ya.

I can't believe how much I'm digging
this physical labor.

- Oh, yeah.

I mean, it's just short-term,
make some money.

But there's something about
building with your own hands,

coming home soaked
in your own sweat.

I mean, check out these traps.

- That's impressive.
- Thanks.

- I'm fine.

Your heart's not gonna
attack you again, is it?

No, no.

I just...

I've been a terrible friend.

I've treated you in
a condescending manner.

I've belittled you at times.

To be honest,
I've been a real goddamn shit.

I don't know, I just thought
you were being you...

a dick.

That's not me, though.

That's what I realized.

I was just miserable.

Making money for what?

It was all just meaningless.

I want you to know
I'm really sorry.

Dude!

Ah, Robert.

Ah, Nick, not so tight.

A little tweak down there.

This is ridiculous.
Let me help you.

Thanks, Nick.

- Hi.
- Hi, hi.

- Nice to see you.
- You, too.

- Come on in.
- Thanks.

- Here, let me take your coat.
- Oh, thank you.

- Throw it on the couch.
- Okay.

Thanks for coming.

I didn't know who else to ask.

Oh, it's my pleasure.

My aunt, she...
she died two months ago,

so I'm left just dealing
with all of her stuff.

Oh, I'm sorry about that.

No, it's okay.
She was a monster.

- She hit people.
- Well, then good riddance.

So, what do you think?
Is it worth anything?

Uh, I don't know.

Or wait, do I sound like a jerk
because you love art

and I'm just trying
to make a buck here?

Well, I love art

and I'm trying to make a buck,

so I'm as awful as you are.

Yeah.

No, I don't recognize
any of these artists.

But wow, this is...

this is beautiful.

You love your work, huh?

Finally, yeah.

So do you wanna get dinner with me
sometime?

Do you... do you mean
like a date?

Like... like the thing you said I shouldn't
be doing?

- Mm-hmm.

- Oh, no, that must've
been before.

Before you were rattling
around in my brain.

No, I don't... I don't think so.

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

I think I should just

- be on my own for a bit.
- No, I get it.

It takes a while
to learn how to be alone.

But don't take too long,
because this whole situation...

- ...will not sit
on the shelf forever.

- Noted.
- Also, here.

This is for you;
my thanks.

Oh, no, no, no, no, no way.

- I can't take that, no.
- Please, it's yours.

Unless it turns out to have any value;
then I'd like it back.

- Fair enough, fair enough.

Wow, I love it.

[ man on TV speaking Japanese ]

Nick.

Nick!

I'm being fun and flirty!

I'm sorry, dear, I'm trying to cut
the saku just right.

My corset boobs
used to drive you crazy.

And they will again, but right now,
it's all about my knife skills.

- But I'm a red devil.
- Honey, you should be happy

I've found something
that gives me so much pleasure.

I just wish you had
something comparable.

What do you mean?
I have something comparable.

- Well, yes, of course.
The art gallery.

I'm very passionate about it.

As a matter of fact,

tomorrow night,
I'm taking Frances

to Gurbaksh Lee's
birthday party...

in Harlem.

And I plan on introducing her

to all very
important collectors.

So I have a lot of
very important stuff

going on, too, Nick.

Perfect, because that is
one party I'm happy to miss.

Finance people,

what a pretentious
bunch of dullards.

Goddamn perfection.

Okay, Sylvia Mac...

Sylvia MacDonald-Feinstein.

Yes, yes. And once again,
I'm so sorry to have bothered you.

And I'm so, so, so sorry

to hear that your...

that your dog was murdered.

Okay, my sincere condolences.

Yes, bye-bye.

- Diane:
Good morning, Frances.

Frances:
Morning.

Uh, we have a red dot.

Yay, a red dot!
I love a red dot.

- I got you an iced coffee.
- Thank you.

Got one for myself.
Ready to do some business.

But one sale?

That's why we need
to talk this place up tomorrow night.

We need to make it
like a destination, you know?

Like Cuba.
What's this?

Oh, uh, it's...
Andrew gave it to me.

- Well, not like that, no.

He asked me to...
to appraise some art.

- I knew you guys were a good match.
- Oh, no, I told him no.

- Sylvia MacDonald.

- Never heard of her.
- Yeah, me neither.

I'm trying to find her.
You know, maybe she has some other work.

Wow, good for you, Frances.

Out there,
discovering an artist.

Well, so far,
we only have locals,

and I don't know
how deep that bench is.

I'm worried we're,
like, six months away

- from bird houses and painted rocks.
- Yeah, I get it.

And as your business partner,

I completely support you
on whatever you wanna do.

Thank you.

Hey, can I ask you a question?

- Sure.
- I have good tits, right?

- You have great tits.
- Why, thank you.

- Hi.
- Oh, God! Hi, hey.

Yeah, sorry. I'm just here to get
a little sneak peek

before the open house,
ahead of the competition.

- I'm Jackie.
- Oh, hey, Jackie.

That's a classic realtor move.

Well, I am a realtor,
but this one's for me.

My daughter and I are
moving into the neighborhood.

Ugh, never mind.

Really?
That

This kitchen doesn't
have double sinks,

and I need to be able to
pile my dishes up for at least five days.

No judgment.

But you know what?

You know what, I happen to know

a house in the vicinity
that's for sale

that has two sinks
and a pasta faucet.

Why are we whispering?

Because the house is mine.

I don't wanna get
labeled as a poacher.

It's a bad thing.
But you know what, to heck with it.

I can show you
the house tomorrow.

Really?
How's 5:00?

That's great!
That's great.

Let me, uh...
Robert DUFRESNE, general contractor.

Listen, uh, no free looks
before the open house.

So I'm gonna have to
ask you to leave.

Oh!

Thanks for cooperating.

- Hello.
- Hi!

This might seem
a little bit strange,

but are you Sylvia MacDonald,
the painter,

who at one point painted
an exquisite portrait

of, um... of a man's face in front of
a moody, grayish background?

I know this is odd,
but I came across the painting,

and I was so taken with it.

I have a gallery,
it's in Hastings.

But anyway,
are you by any chance

that Sylvia MacDonald?

No.

Um, you know what,
can I get, um...

could... can I get...

could I get two rolls
of quarters, please?

I found a YouTube video

of who I think is you from 2008,

and it was an art opening
where you talked about your paintings.

Here you go, ma'am.
Thank you. Next!

- No, um, can you just wait one second?
- Next!

- One second, one second.
- Woman: There's a line.

Um, can I get just change
for this 20, please?

- Woman: Come on!

How about you take
your coffee break now?

So, you saw one painting of mine

and tracked me down to my job?

Yes, and I understand
that this is intrusive,

but I loved it.

I just wanted
to see your other work.

- For my gallery.
- Yes, in Hastings.

Listen, Frances,
I don't know you.

Do you know what I'm saying?
I don't know anything about you.

And you come here
to my place of business,

talking about a painting you saw
and wanting to work with me?

I know it sounds crazy,
but I can still like your painting.

What did you like about it?

Uh, okay.

I... I liked your marks.

You know, I like what you did
in the, um...

in the upper right-hand corner
with the gray.

You know, then there's the...

the part that...
that you just can't explain.

You just have
a reaction, you know?

I... I'm just asking
to see more, that's all.

It's not
"that's all."

It's what I do.
It's my most private thing.

How would you like it if I walked into your
place of business and said,

"Excuse me, but could you
show me your labia?

I've been waiting
a whole 10 minutes,

so I really deserve
to see your labia."

- Well, I wouldn't like that one bit.
- It's the same thing.

Well, except...

my labia, you know, wasn't meant,
by it's very medium,

to be hung on a wall
and enjoyed by others.

I think your painting is great.

I gotta go back to work.

[ car alarm blaring
in distance ]

So the slate ceramic flooring,
powder room,

breathtaking view
of the Hudson River Valley.

I'm doing some inlay
on the glass doors.

Calligraphy, if you will.

Here it is just as promoted.

Two sinks, pasta faucet,

and it's not totally finished

so you can tinker around,

- get it to be like you want it to be.
- Mm-hmm.

I'm only gonna sell it to somebody that's
absolutely crazy about it.

Like, "Jesus, I have got to have sex
with this house."

Not sex in the house,

sex with the house.

Yeah.

I don't wanna have sex with
your house.

Well, I was being figurative.

Oh, no, no, I like it.
I like it well enough.

And if I was gonna
take it off your hands,

I'd just have to knock, like,
$100k off the asking price.

What That's crazy!

I just would have to
rip everything out

and start from scratch.

These design choices
are just way off.

- Yeah, like this island,

I would definitely...
I would cut it in half.

I would add a little cabinetry,
maybe a wine cooler.

And these floors, ugh!

Where did you get them,
Home Depot?

That is Siberian larch wood!

They look really generic.

This house means a lot to me.

It sheltered me through
some pretty difficult times.

There's no way I'm gonna sell
this house to you

for your crappy offer.

And, you know, you've got a little bit
of an attitude.

Well, I opened up an office
about 10 minutes away.

Why don't you take my card
in case you change your mind.

You can imagine that this card

is gonna be ripped in half.

I'm not gonna do it in front of you
because that would be rude.

But in here and in here,
ripped in half.

Okay. Thank you
for your time.

Bye.

Thanks for yours.

Oh, fuck.
Holy fuck.

- Yes.
- He's adorable.

- Hi, Simone! So pretty.
- Hi! She's dressed like my mom.

- D.J.!
- Diane.

Oh, nice to see you.

This is
D.J. Crawford.

- Hi.
- Young, beautiful, worth about 20 million.

Don't you just wanna
strangle her in her sleep?

Diane, you are hysterical.

- I am, I am.
- Oh, my gosh, so funny.

- She's very funny.
- This is Frances Everdell,

my partner in our new gallery.

A gallery?
That's exciting!

- Hastings, New York.

Hastings?
Like upstate?

No, it's not upstate.

That's so great.

Is it like folk art
kind of stuff?

Um, no, it's just
regular contemporary art.

Yeah, and it's...
it's not upstate.

We like to think of it
as a "safe space"

kind of away from all the
New York judgment, if you will.

- That's so great.
- Gurbaksh!

Happy birthday!

Aw, how old are you today?

- 32.
- The big 3-2!

Very big milestone.

Excuse me, please.

- Oh, sure.
- Nice to see you.

Happy birthday.

Okay, folks. Thanks for coming
to my birthday party.

As you know, I forbade presents
this year,

but thanks to all of you who donated to my
charter school.

However, I did
get myself a present.

One that's been
five years in the making.

- Wow.
- So, the moment I have been waiting for.

- Um, sorry, I...
- Of course, of course.

- Frances, he bought a Pelts!

Yes, I can see that.

Wow! What,
you don't like it?

- No, I do not.

It's big
and... nothing.

- Hmm.
- Just feels "following the herd."

Well, the herd
is the one buying the art,

and they seem to love it.

I don't, but it's okay.

- I'm gonna look around.
- Okay.

Excuse me.
Sorry, D.J.

Edibles?
We have mellow-high,

giggly-high, horny-high,
and completely fucked-up.

Oh.

I will take
the completely fucked-up.

All right.

- All right, enjoy.
- Mmm.

- Mmm.

Was it St. Bart's?

I will never fly commercial
ever again.

- So gross!

Like, the smell. I will never forget
the smell.

It was so bad!

- It's like a bus with mules.

I know!

[ all laughing, shouting ]

- Come on.

- Come on, bitch.

Yeah.

Excuse me.
Have a good night.

This is amazing.

Mmm, the crunch!

It's a crunch explosion
in my mouth.

Won't you accept
this rose, please?

- Diane.
Frances!

You are not gonna believe
what just happened.

I just got my friend Brett here

to loan us a Pelts.

- From his collection,
for the gallery,

- to help put us on the map!
- That's so generous.

My pleasure.

Can I talk to you for a second?

- Sure.
- She will be right back.

What?

I'm sorry, but we...
we can't take that.

!
- No.

Frances, this is
exactly what we wanted!

To take the gallery
to the next level.

Yes, but I was hoping
that would happen

by showing what I like,

not what other people like.

But, Frances, no one is gonna come
if they don't know we exist!

- I know you mean well,
I really do.

But... but we're not
actually partners.

You loaned me money,
which I appreciate so much.

But I'm... I'm not looking
for a partnership right now.

- Mm-hmm.
- You know, I always imagined...

the gallery was just mine.

This really hurts my feelings.

I just got someone to loan us
a $2 million sculpture.

- No, I know.
- I'm good at things,

and I'm tired of people
not seeing that.

Diane, you are good at things.

And so am I.

Okay, I gotta go.

Oh! Hi!

Hi!

It's 1:00
in the morning.

Yeah, yeah, no, I know that.

I know that.

I am going to have to insist
that you let me in

and show me your work.

I have a feeling
about you, Sylvia.

That's just the way it is.

Okay?

I don't want to scare you,

but I might just have to stay here
till you let me in.

They're gorgeous.

And unfinished?

I keep painting them,

and then every day, I keep realizing
they're shit.

Okay, you should go now.

No, wait, wait, wait,
I just wanna understand.

So at some point,
you finished your paintings.

I was represented by a gallery,

then I stopped selling,

then the bougie-ass
gallery dropped me.

And so you don't
finish anything anymore?

Fuck the galleries!

Fuck the art world!

What, you think that those people know
something that you don't?

I am here to tell you,
unequivocally,

that they do not.

They just fake it better.

They're just...
they just fake it.

- You really should go now.
- Finish a painting for both of us.

- Well, good morning!
- Good morning.

Ugh, good morning.

I'm so sorry I didn't make it
into bed last night.

We had such a crazy night.

Did you miss me terribly?

I hadn't even noticed.

She's a real
Ballbuster, this one,

let me tell you, Nick.

Walking around my house,

with her condescending nose
sticking up in the air.

It's really annoying.

Granted, she did seem to know
her way around home renovation,

which is not not hot.

Realtors in general,
very attractive industry.

There's no way I'm gonna sell my house
for that price.

Even though the chiropractors
pretty much told me

I'm done in
the physical labor arena.

But, still, at that price,
no way, Nick!

Good for you, Robert.

Listen,

if you need money...

No! Absolutely not!

Thank you, but no.

That's not what this is about.

It's about two guys
sitting around complaining,

one of them bitching
about his bad back

while watching another guy

build the professional-grade
pizza oven.

- Hector!

- Muchas gracias.
- Mm-hmm.

Muy bien.

Uh, excuse me?

Hi. What...
what is that?

Oh, it's a delivery
from Brett Morris.

Diane Clavowen
gave us the alarm code.

It looks like shit.

Yeah.

Literally.

But it's a Pelts.

- So take a look around
and see what you think.

And just so you know,
I'm not gonna

follow you around the house
like some serial killer.

I believe a good home
sells itself.

Have a lobster roll.

- Hi! Lobster rolls in there.
- Man: Thanks.

- Woman: Hi.
- Hey. Thank you.

So, I guess you're surprised
to see me here.

- Not really.
Okay.

Um, well, look,

my circumstances
have changed a little bit.

- So I...
- Hi! Welcome.

- Woman: Hi.
- This is a very

lesbian-friendly neighborhood.

Go right in there, check out the rest
of the house.

Thank you.
I'm sorry, what?

I have decided to accept
your crappy offer.

- Mm-hmm.

Even though that is in no way

an indication that I don't
stand by my quality work,

which is 10 times better
than this Ikea shitbox

you're selling here today.

All the cabinetry is from a tiny mill
in North Carolina.

I have the paperwork
if you'd like to see it.

- Uh-huh.
- Mm-hmm.

I poured my heart and soul
into that house.

- And I wish I could tell you

to shove your crappy offer.

But I can't do that
because I'm having

a situation in
my lower lumbar region

that requires an influx
of fresh capital.

Would you calm down?

I'm trying to do business here!

Is it the business of crapping

all over a man's hard work?

Shh! I was
lowballing you!

Oh.

What about my island?

Oh, it's perfect.

Well, fucking A it is.

I loved your house
the minute I walked in.

I know right away
when I like something.

It has never failed me.

So what you're saying

is that you wanna
have sex with my house?

I'd blow it
and see where that goes.

25K off the asking;
that's it.

- 75 and we close.
- 50K and the house is yours.

Deal.

Deal.

This is so exciting.

To have an Eliot Pelts
in Hastings.

- Yes, shocking, isn't it?
- Mm-hmm.

Oh.

Oh.

I haven't decided
if I'm selling that yet.

It's beautiful.

- I just love it.
- Me, too.

- Thanks.
- You're welcome.

And, um, thanks
for your interest.

I think I met someone.

Really?

Tell me about him.

♪ I'll bet he's nice ♪

♪ I'll bet he's twice ♪

♪ As nice as me
and it makes me cry ♪

♪ 'Cause I remember
you and I ♪

♪ Please don't tell me
if it's true ♪

♪ Because I'm still
in love ♪

♪ With you,
pretty darling ♪

♪ You, my pretty darling ♪

♪ You, pretty darling ♪

♪ You, my pretty darling ♪

♪ I'll bet he's sweet ♪

♪ I'll bet he's neat ♪

♪ I'll bet he's funny
and that ain't all ♪

♪ I'll bet he shows you
quite a ball ♪

♪ Please don't tell me
if it's true ♪

♪ Because
I'm still in love ♪

♪ With you,
pretty darling ♪

♪ You, my pretty darling ♪

♪ You, pretty darling ♪

♪ You, my pretty darling. ♪

FRANCES DUFRESNE:
All these human beings,

being rejected
in a matter of seconds.

Yes. It's a great time
to be alive, isn't it?

♪ ♪

TOM DUFRESNE:
Grandpa's in the hospital.

Doctors have recommended

that I get there as quickly
as possible.

Just dealing
with my sister alone

is gonna be a ground war.

It's okay to let go!
Go play fetch with Chester!

Don't tell him to go
play fetch with Chester!

I just don't feel good
about not being with him.

You're divorced now.
You're free.

I was married forever.
These feelings are involuntary.

Well, tick-tock.
Time to make new feelings.

.srt Extracted, Synced and Corrected
by Dan4Jem, AD.I.MMXVIII