All language subtitles for Millers in Marriage 2025.eng

Hey, Scott, it's me.

Now I'm getting worried,

so can you just at least
text me so I know you're okay?

Happier now?

Much.

Although, you know,
it's a little empty

without the boys
playing football,

running around like idiots
out here.

If you keep that up,
it's going to be

a very long weekend.
What?

Torturing yourself
because they're not here.

All right.

Oh, shit.

Hi, Eve. How are you?

Hey, Mags.

Um, are you with Nick by chance?
Yeah.

We just got up to the country.
He's unloading the car.

What's up?
I'm not sure.

I just haven't heard
from Scott in a few days,

and I'm just
a little bit worried.

Um, I thought maybe Nick
might have heard from him.

Hold on. He just came in.
I'll ask him. It's Eve.

She hasn't heard from Scott
in a few days.

Have you heard from him?
Nope.

Scott, though, probability is,

he's passed out
in his own vomit somewhere.

I'm just saying.

I'm so sorry, Eve.

No, Nick hasn't heard
from him either.

I'm sure everything's fine.

Scott's been trying
to stay sober again,

so I... I can't help
but imagine the worst.

Well, um, thank you.

Uh, you know,
I'm sure you're right.

I'm sure it's nothing.

All right. Bye.
Okay, bye.

Oh, my God.
Talk about disaster.

I don't know how my sister
puts up with him.

Oh, you know, it's easier
to ignore the truth

than to face it.

Hey, Eve. What's going on?

Uh, I'm just curious.
Have you heard from Scott?

At this hour, no.

Have you ever known him
to get up before noon?

I know. I just... You know,
I didn't hear from him

yesterday or the day before.

And I know you're gonna
tell me I'm paranoid.

I just... This time, I'm just
I feel worried, you know?

Yeah, but isn't he back on tour?

Yeah. They're in Portland
or Seattle. I don't even know.

All right, well then
I wouldn't worry about it.

All right? He probably just
got busy after the shows

and probably just didn't call

because of
the time difference.

Yeah? Yeah, maybe. Um...

Yeah. Okay.
Well, if you do hear from him,

will you please tell him
to call me?

Yeah, yeah, of course.

But trust me, you're gonna hear
from him long before I do.

All right. Thanks, Andy.

All right?
I'll speak to you later.
Bye.

Sorry about that.
It was my little sister.

She hasn't heard
from her husband

in a couple of days,
and she's worried.

Oh, no. Should she be?

Eh, it's kind of par
for the course

for those two, so...

But as for us,
I got to tell you,

I'm getting very excited
about this weekend.

- Me too.
- Good.

We should talk about what
happened last night, though.

Yeah, last night.

So that wasn't
a bad dream I had.

Oh, no. That really happened.
What do you think?

Do you want to talk to her?
Do you want me to talk to her?

You know, I think it's
probably best if I talk to her.

But before I do,

you and I should probably have
a conversation first, right?

Well, what about?

Well, about us, this,
what it is we're doing,

where we think
it might be going.

Why, are you having
second thoughts?

No, no.
Seriously, just the opposite.

This past month,
since we've been together,

has been the happiest
I have been in years.

But like we saw last night,
it is complicated.

The fuck was that?

- You just hear that?
- Hear what?

I think
somebody's in the apartment.

Andy! It's me.

Oh, are you
fucking kidding me? It's Tina.

What? What the fuck
is she doing here?

I have no idea.
I'll be right there!

Okay. You got to do me a favor.

Please, just don't come out
and stay here.

I'm not just gonna
hide in here.
Why not? All right?

Just give me a minute
to get rid of her.

Oh, we've got
to tell her eventually.

Yeah, I know,
but not like this.

Andy. Get out here.

Okay. I'm sorry.
All right, please.

Just stay here, and we will
tell her another time.

Oh, Tina.

Oh!

What the hell? What's going on?

I'm sorry. I dropped the bottle.

Yeah, I can see that.

Oh, watch your feet.
Watch your feet.

All right, don't worry.
I will clean it later.

Okay.
What are you doing?

What are you doing here?

I was in the neighborhood...
having dinner.

Your name came up.

I was gonna call you,
and then I realized,

aha! I still have keys.

So I thought
I would surprise you.

Surprise!

Nice. But guess what?
You can't just do this

and show up unannounced,
all right?

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

I'm sorry.
Now, come on, let's go.

I just got here.

The place looks great,
by the way.

You haven't changed anything.
It's like I never left.

Yeah, well, I haven't gotten
around to redecorating yet.

- So please, come on, let's go.
- Are you busy?

Living a bachelor life,
chasing some girls?

Hey, don't try and pretend
like any of this was my doing.

Remember you're the one
who asked for a separation,

not me.

What if I told you I wasn't
seeing that guy anymore?

It wouldn't matter to me
one way or the other.

I would still
want you to leave.

Really?

You know? I don't think
you're being honest with me.

You know why? Because I know
everything that happens

in that little head of yours.

Yeah, yeah, I know you do.

But guess what,
I'm gonna get my phone,

I'm gonna call you an Uber,
and you're gonna go.

But thank you so much
for stopping by.

Wait. Listen.

What if I told you
I think I made a mistake?

Come on. Really?

What the fuck is that?

Do we have company?

We do have company!

Please, Tina.

She's got style.

Where is she? Huh?
Is she in the bedroom?

She's nowhere. She's...

Is she in there?
Don't go in there.

You are not going
in the bedroom.

- She's in our bedroom!
- Come on.

I'm gonna go find her. Hello!

Knock, knock, little whore.
You in there?

Come on, you little whore.
Are you hiding? Come on out!

- Hi, Tina.
- Are you fucking

kidding me?

You and you.

Okay.
I don't even know what to say.

W... why don't we start with

how and when
did this fucking begin?

Do I talk to Tom? No. No.
Tina was your friend.

So after the divorce,
we went with you.

Oh, is that how it works?

Apparently so.

So now I have to pick
one of you two.

So you heard about us, huh?
Mm-hmm.

Yeah.
Yeah, sorry about that.

You okay?

Eh, you know,
what are you gonna do?

Fifteen years
was a good long run.

But if you want,

I guess you could be friends
with both of us.

Mm. What if I like you more?

Did to one another, like...
You know what? Shh.

I don't even want
to fucking hear it.

Forget it. You two disgust me.

I'm so sorry.
It's all right.

Fuck.
I'm sorry.

Hey.

You want to explain
why I haven't heard from you

in over 48 hours?

What are you talking about?

I texted you
when I landed in Sacramento.

That was three days ago.

Then I haven't heard
a peep from you since.

- I was scared.
- Of what?

I was working.

You know what a pain
in the ass these guys can be.

It's like dealing
with a pack of children.

Oh, yeah,
I know what that's like.

You didn't make any coffee?

Three hours ago.

Three hours ago. Oh.

Where the hell is the Advil?
My head is killing me.

It's where it always is.
In the bathroom.

Upstairs.

Welcome home.

Watch out!

Wrong way!

Oh, I hate when those
motherfuckers do that.

I know, and it's like
they do it all the time.

It's this new phenomenon.
When I first moved here,

you never saw anybody
on a bicycle.

Now it's like these guys
on their electric bikes

going 35 miles down
the frigging sidewalk.

Yeah. Crazy.
It's ridiculous.

Wait, how long
have you lived here?

Oh, God. Too long. 1998.

I followed my brother
and sister here.

Wow, you've been
in the city that long?
Mm-hmm.

I can't do
another fucking winter.

Next year this time,
I'm in L.A.

Oh, I love living in L.A.

But Scott hates it so much,
so I'm kind of stuck here.

Oh, did you grow up there?

Mm-mm, I moved there
when I was 19.

You know, kind of like
everybody else,

just chasing the dream.

Wait, all these years
we've been working together,

and you never said
you were also an actress.

No, I wasn't.

I mean, I'm not.
I... I had a band.

You were not in a band!

What? Wait, what were you?

The singer? Oh, my God,
I could totally see that.

Singer, songwriter,
guitar player, you know.

Wait, so what happened?

Did you ever make a record
or do anything?

Oh, yeah.
Yeah, we made one great record.

And then, I don't know, I...

I don't know. I got pregnant
or the band broke up.

One... I don't know
what happened first, but...

Yeah, so...

But the dream kind of died.

It's so weird.

I have not thought about
this chapter in so long.

And now you are
the second person

who's recently
brought it up to me.

I also remember
you were in a band.

Mag Scrambler.
Mm-hmm.

That's a great name, by the way.

I mean, not that kids today
would get it.

Yeah, that was
a long time ago.

And you knew my ex,
Stephanie Dawson.

She said you guys were friends
from your L.A. days?

Yes. Yes. Steph, I love her.
How is she?

Probably better now.

We got divorced
a few years ago.

Oh. I'm sorry.

I have a confession to make.

We've met before.

I used to write
for "Spin Magazine."

When you guys opened
for PJ Harvey

at the Bowery Ballroom,
I actually interviewed you.

- You did not.
- I did.

I also reviewed the show,
gave it a rave.

Well, thank you.

Yeah, we didn't get
too many of those.

Well, admittedly,

I may have been a little biased
in my assessment of the show.

I had a pretty big crush
on you.

Yeah, I think
it was the spring of '98.

You guys just released
your first album.

That's probably
around the time

that my husband Scott
started managing us, yeah.

Probably about the same time
you started dating him.

And why do I know that?

Because I asked you
for your number that night,

and you didn't give it to me
because you said

you were seeing someone.

And then that someone
quickly came over and told me

our interview was done.

He could probably tell
I was flirting with you.

Kind of like now.

Want to taste this?

Babe?

Just let me
finish this thought.

Taste it for me.

Okay. Sure.

That's too rare.
No, it's fine.

It's fine?
It's fine.

Needs a little salt.

I'll put it back on
for a minute.

Nick?

Please, I just...
I'm trying to work.

Just trying
to make dinner.

Can I get you a refill?

No, I'm good.

Remember that guy we met
a couple weeks ago

at that party in the Hamptons,
the music journalist?

You know,
I can't say that I do.

You remember.

He was married
to my friend Stephanie.

I mean,
they're divorced now, but...

No.

Remember,
he was doing the book

on the '90s rock scene?

Oh, yeah, the tall guy
with the stupid hat,

thinks he's hot shit?

I don't know, I thought
he was kind of charming.

Charming?

If you think being a dick
is charming, sure.

You should see
some of the snarky reviews

he's given my bands.

Drinking again?

On special occasions.

I... Did I forget a date?
Is this a special occasion?

Well, I've been gone a week,
and I'm enjoying

- a nice night with my wife.
- Oh.

So yeah,
it's a special occasion.

You want one?
No, I'm good.

Anyway, he called.

Oh, he called you?

Yeah, he wants
to interview you.

Oh. About what?

I just said he's doing a book
on the '90s music scene.

But then why did he call you?

Why didn't he call
the record company?

How did he even
get your number?

I don't know.
Maybe Stephanie gave it to him.

Man.

What do you think?

I think he's a dick.

But if he goes through
the proper channels

and doesn't call my wife,
then maybe I'll consider it.

Okay.

Hey.
Hi.

Wow.

Up working again, huh?

Yeah, since dawn.

Whoa.

Almost done, by the way.
What?

Just another day or so.

I can't wait to read it.

Oh, and...

My brother called again
this morning.

Yeah?
He wants to know

if we're going to that
dinner party later tonight.

Uh-huh.

This new girl of his, what,
lives up here somewhere?

Yeah, she's just
across the river.

What do we know about her?

Nothing yet.

So we have no idea
what we're walking into.

No.

But he says it would be
really awesome for you guys

to meet her because
this girl is really special.

MM-hmm.
And she's just a few miles
up the road,

and you guys didn't
like Tina anyway,

and yada, yada, yada, yada.

So what do you think?

I... I don't know.

It's up to you.
He's your brother.

I mean, you know me.
I could stay home.

No, I know,
which is why I asked him

to do it on the early side,

since I know you don't like
a late night.

And he said 6:00 was fine.
Yeah.

Come on. I think we should go.

It'd be good for you
to get out of the house.

And what's that? W... what?
What's that supposed to mean?

Oh, my God. Nick.

You're getting...

you're getting a little
sensitive in your old age.

I'm not getting
a little sensitive.

I just want to know
what it means

that it's good for me
to get out of the house.

It means...
Look, I just...

It seems to me
that you have been

in a little rut lately, right?

So maybe getting
out of the house

and being around other people,
it would be good.

It would... it would...

it might get your
creative juices flowing.

Are we doing this? Really?

Please, Nick,
do not turn this into a fight.

I am just trying to help.
I don't need the help.

Okay, honey?

I was selling books
long before you were published.

I work at my own pace.

You work at your own pace.

I cannot get him to sit down
and write one thing.

Really? I mean, he used to
be so prolific.

No. It's hard to watch,
you know, because...

Nick not writing is like
Nick's heart isn't beating.

Hm, what do you
think's going on?

I think he's lost.

I think since the kids
left for college,

he's become untethered,
you know, like,

floating around out there
without any purpose.

Nick, there's no
perfect sentence

or paragraph or story.

If I believed that,
I could not carry on.

But that's the very thing
that's preventing you

from carrying on.
Your need for perfection.

My God, you need to embrace
the flow state, right?

And then those
breakthroughs will happen.

And everything
that's inside of you

is just gonna come pouring out.

Oh, God. I'm sorry. I know,

I'm doing it again.
I'm so sorry.

I just...

trying to help.

I know. I appreciate it.

I do.

Well, yeah, I can
kind of relate to that.

I mean... I mean, I sort of
gave up everything, you know?

I mean, you didn't...
you never stopped.

You just kept working.

I mean, it is a little...

Anyway I mean, at least
Nick is around, you know?

I mean, Scott is never home.

And then
when he does come home,

we just have
so little in common now.

I mean, with the kids gone,

we can't even talk
about them anymore.

It's just a lot
of awkward silences.

So maybe it's a good thing
he's on the road a lot.

I mean, unlike Nick,
who is constantly underfoot.

I mean, sometimes
I just want to say to him,

"Dude, get out of the house
and give me some fucking space!"

Ah, that is so classic.

They're either home too much
or not home enough.
Exactly.

Do you ever fantasize
about getting divorced?

Fantasize?

I don't know,

that kind of makes it sound
like a good thing.

So the thing is,

I could really use a break
from my writing.

And I think
a night out with Andy

and his new girlfriend
could be fun.

Fun.

So yes, I would like to go.

And I would like you
to come with me.

Then it's settled.

Oh, my God. I love it here.

Smell that air.

Ah, it's beautiful, huh?
Yeah.

You know, this is why
I was so determined

to get this house
in the divorce.

'Cause if I didn't have a way
of getting outta the city,

I think I'd lose
my fucking mind.

Plus, I did pay
for pretty much all of it.

Well, if you can believe it,

Tina absolutely hated
coming up here.

Hated the country.

Fucking hate it out here.

Why did I agree to this?

Babe,
because she is your boss,

and she invited you
for the weekend.

All right?
Don't worry about it.

We'll make the most of it.
What did Tom say?

Is he on his way?

Yeah, he said
about five minutes.

I told you that we can't
stay till Monday, right?

I got to go to Milan again
next week,

so we got to go back Sunday.

Really?

I don't remember you
having to go there this often.

Okay, wait, so you're gonna
pretend you give a shit

about when and where I go?

The hell is that
supposed to mean?

Of course I do.

You never ask me who I'm with
or what I'm doing.

That's because I assume
you're working.

You know, where you need to
and with whom you need to.

You know, you never ask me
about work anymore.

Babe, come on.

We've been married
for almost 15 years, right?

So what, you're tired
of hearing about it?

You ever ask me
about my work?

No, never.
That's because it upsets you.

Why would that ever upset me?

Because you're either pissed
off you didn't sell a painting,

or you didn't get into
that show or this gallery,

or you're complaining you can't
get your agent on the phone.

I don't know, I figure
I don't ask you about it,

that way I can't
hurt your feelings.

All right, well,
if you're worried

about hurting my feelings,
you failed.

Are you sure she didn't
just hate me and Tom?

Actually, don't answer that.

You know what, this weekend,

let's not talk about Tina
or Tom.

You know what I think?

I think
that's a great fucking idea.

Okay, I'm gonna go
and make a fire.

All right.
Are you okay with the bags?

Yeah. Yeah.

Should I assume I'm staying
in your bedroom, or...

I mean, you know,
whatever you like,

but I know what I prefer.

Good morning.

Boy, I hope
that's a real good smoothie.

Could have got
an extra few hours in

if it weren't for your blender.

- Mmm. It's delish.
- Nice.

Seen your father's
latest post?

Who's that new one he's got?

God, I don't know.
I don't fucking care.

She's in good shape.
Look at those tits.

She's got to be
25 years younger than him.

Wow.
That would be his norm.

Good for him.
Got himself a new little hottie.

Ugh! God.

What? What's so bad
about that?

I'm genuinely happy
for the guy.

You remember
when my mother died,

- what you said?
- Mm?

No, because it was about
ten years ago, wasn't it?

It was something
along the lines of,

"Well, at least now he's gonna
get to chase some women again."

Yeah, because that's all
he ever talked about.

Yeah, but don't you see
how insensitive that was?

Your parents hated each other.

You said it yourself
a thousand times.

But still, my mother
wasn't dead a week.

It was a joke.

I was trying
to make you feel better.

How is that supposed to
possibly make me feel better?

Because it meant that
your father wasn't gonna

be some old man in mourning,

that he would finally get
the chance

to have some fun again.

Okay.

What?
Oh.

Well, you're just like him,
aren't you?

What? How?
How am I just like him?

You think I'm just out
chasing women now?

No, it isn't that.

But he was a nasty drunk too.

And he made my mother miserable

by being either hammered
or hungover.

And neither one of those states
is very much fun to be around.

So I'm nasty and miserable,
is that it?

Yeah. You can be.

As you well know.

Okay, well,

on that note,
going back to bed.

Hello.

Hey, Eve, it's Johnny Banda,

Stephanie's ex.

Oh, hey.
Um, hold on one sec, okay?

Hey. How are you doing?

I'm good. No, everything's cool.
How about you?

Yeah, I'm good, I think.

Mostly.
Good.

Hey, listen,
I was wondering if...

Did you get a chance
to talk to your husband

about doing that interview?

Yeah, I did. Um...

Yeah, he said you should
set it up through the label.

Oh, shit. Really? Huh.

Because, you know,
I already tried that,

but the PR guy, he's being
a bit of a hardhead.

He wants to see
a list of my questions

before he'll even consider it.

I don't know, apparently,
I did a hatchet job

on one of his artists
a few years ago,

you know, according to him.

I just... Listen, I just think
the guy doesn't like me.

Why do you think that?

Who knows?

I guess I rub people
the wrong way sometimes.

Well, you can add
my husband to that list.

Really? Damn.

Wait, so, should I just forget
about doing the interview, or...

I think it's gonna be
a long shot.

Oh.

All right, well, hey,
what about you?

I mean, you were...
you were part of that scene.

I mean, barely.

What do you mean barely?
You had a top 20 hit.

How many bands can say that?

Listen, I'm about to
get in the car,

come back to the city
right now.

We can meet for a coffee

and talk about the good old days
before rock was dead.

What do you say?
Uh...

Yeah. Yeah, sure. Why not?

You know,
I remember talking to Tina

about her not wanting kids.

She wanted to focus on her work.

But what about you?

I thought we agreed

we weren't gonna talk
about Tina.

Well, I'm not really
talking about Tina.

I'm asking you about you.

You never mentioned whether
you wanted kids or not.

I definitely did not want kids.

Hmm. Why is that?

Probably it's something to do
with the fact that my parents

were self-absorbed musicians
who loved being on the road

more than they liked
being home with their family.

Oh, they did not.
They did.

And if they were working,
we were lucky

if we saw them once a month.

And they were always working.

Well, what about now?

What about now?
Do I want kids now?

Absolutely not.

Oh, my God,
that's such a relief.

Because if you turned out to be
one of those guys in their 50s

who wanted to start a family,

I might have had to
show you the door.

Well, I've got good news
for you. All I'm looking for

is a stable relationship
with a sane woman

who's approximately my age,

which is why
I'm very excited about us.

Okay, well, if you don't
fuck it up this weekend,

we really might have something.

Hey.
Hey, beautiful.

I got the extra firewood
you wanted.

I could bring it in.

Or I could just leave it
on the porch.

Oh, just leave it
on the porch.

Oh, but hey,
I wanted you to meet Andy.

- Hey.
- Hey, man.

How are you?
Good. How you doing?

Good.
Dennis helps me
with the property.

And he and his girlfriend,

Lori, are gonna come
for dinner tonight.

Yes, we will be there.

But I don't know that Lori
would call me her boyfriend

or that I'm interested
in calling her my girlfriend.

Oh.

Um, Lori is
another divorcée up here.

You say it like that,

you're gonna give me
a reputation.

Andy, good to meet you.

Renee, Lori and I
will see you tonight.

Okay.

All right.
So what's this guy's deal?

He just helps you
with the property?

Yeah, no, he has slept

with nearly all the women
in this town,

but not me.
Okay.

He... he just delivers the wood.

Wow. Hey.

Oh, I'm so glad you made it.
Oh.

Thanks.
Wow.

Can I just say, you look...

you look fantastic.

Oh, thank you.
Please.

Listen, thank you.

Thank you so much
for doing this.

My gosh, of course,
although I'm not sure

how much of it
you'll actually use.

I don't think anyone
really remembers who I am.

Oh, come on.
That's not true.

You got to remember the bands
you fell in love with

when you were a teenager
and in your 20s.

Those bands and their songs,
there's no forgetting them.

Wouldn't you agree?

I mean, as we get older,
your memories from those days

become more romanticized.

And the songs
connected to those memories

become even more important.

So when you hear that
special tune, you know, that...

I don't know, that track
you thought you forgot,

like your song, "Easy On You,"
I hear that again, it's like

I don't know, it's like...
it's like time traveling.

It offers you a moment
where you...

you can go back
to your younger days,

experience a few seconds
where you actually

think you can go back.

Yeah, I think that's why
I don't listen

to those songs from the past.

It's just...
...too painful a reminder.

Of what we are not now.

Crosby, Stills, Nash & Young.

Yeah.
"Suite: Judy Blue Eyes."

Hey, okay.

Yes.
So do you mind if I...

do you mind if I turn this on?

Do you mind
if I get a drink first?

Are you kidding me? Even better.

Wine?
White?

Bottle?

Yeah, why not?

Waiter.

Well, we're off
to a good start.

Whoa.

You look great.

Thank you.

You look nice too.

But yeah, I had a trunk
and a tiny closet

and a twin sized bed
and dreams.

Dreams.

Dreams.
Dreams.

Well, everyone has that story

of their first tiny New York
apartment, though, right?

I mean, everyone except Lori,
of course, who's rich.

Fortunately, I was spared
that rite of passage.

And this one here,
he's never left his hometown.

Mm-hmm.
Born and bred and proud of it.

Our first place was,
oh, not only tiny, but was a...

would you call it a shithole?
It was a dump.

This tiny studio
on Bleecker and 7th.

Least it was a fifth floor
walk up.

With the benefit of no AC.

And a kitchen
the size of this table

and those half fridges
that kids have in their dorms.

Oh, my God, and there was
a hole in the bathroom ceiling.

And if you looked up,

you'd see the guy
sitting on the bowl.

No, you could not.

No, I swear to you, you could.

You could see his hairy legs
and then some.

Not to mention
the cockroaches and the mice.

Oh, my God, and the rat.

And the rat.

Yeah, I remember the rat
because I went with Nick

to the hardware store
to get the trap.

Oh, that's right.

And then the old timer there,
remember,

he gave us
the whole blow by blow

of the horror show
that was to follow.

Ugh!
Ew.

That's disgusting.

And we were to take
this guillotine kind of trap

and spread peanut butter
inside of it.

Wait. Rats like peanut butter?

Rats like anything.
Do they not?

Yeah, but why
specifically peanut butter?

Why not, you know, cheese?

Oh, no, the old man
explained to us.

The mouse likes the cheese.

The rat apparently likes
the peanut butter.

And we were told
we were to lay newspaper

not just underneath the trap.
No, no, no, no, no.

Nick, please.

Around the entire locality.

Because when this
fucking huge rat

goes for the peanut butter
and then...

You know what I'm thinking?

That, um, maybe
we change the subject,

being that we're eating.

I think they want to know
why we put the newspaper.

Oh, you want to know why
they put the newspaper out.

It's because
it was messy, wasn't it?

Yeah, it was like,
you cannot imagine.

This thing can chop.
It can dismember...

Okay, please, Nick
And then you have...

...you have guts,
and you have...

Nick, please, just stop.

Enough. Okay?

Sorry, you brought it up.

I just paint the picture.

But the moral of the story
there should be a moral.

What is the moral?

The moral of the story is,

sometimes it's better to live
with the rat than, you know,

having to clean up the mess

after he or she gets
caught in your trap.

But there is no story,
is there?

Because you haven't
written it yet.

Speaking of writing,
um... Nick,

what have you been
working on recently?

Because, do you know,

my first job out of school
was at "Harper's,"

and we did a huge profile piece
on "Everything and the Rest."

- Really?
- Yes.

Oh, those were
the good old days.

Yeah, I mean,
you were everywhere back then.

Yes, I guess I was, really.

But to answer your...

I actually have been
working on a... on a novel.

I'm calling it, working title,
"Falling Into Silence."

It's... it's bittersweet,
about an aging author

who no longer
has anything left to say.

And so he says...
Don't listen to him, Renee.

Nick's just feeling
sorry for himself.

I keep trying to convince him
that the story is

right under his nose
if he'd only look.

We all can't be
as prolific as you, my love.

Maggie has, well,
she has the gift

to mine the everyday
for her work.

She gets inspiration
from every offhand remark

and little banal bit
of conversation.

So be careful, everybody,

or you may end up
in her next opus.

I can't believe I'm going to
say this, but I think...

I think I got everything I need.

Good.

Thank you so much
for doing this.

Oh, thank you.
I mean, it's a lot of fun.

So listen, you...

you mentioned earlier
that you're no longer

in love with New York.

So where else would you
want to live? Back to L.A.?

Oh, God, I would...

I would kill
to go back to L.A., yeah.

I have this fantasy
that I live in Laurel Canyon,

this little
craftsman style house

that I used to drive by
all the time.

Oh, God, it was so sweet.

I mean, that would be
my dream house,

my dream life.

Just like Joni Mitchell.

I mean, a girl can
fantasize, right?

Listen, I'm here for it.

Yeah.

I don't know. I think I might
be done with New York.

Or better put, I think
New York is done with me.

Why do you say that?

It's a young person's town,

a rich man's city.
And I'm neither.

It hit me last month.

I was... I was strolling
down 5th Avenue,

and I realized...

I'm fucking invisible,
you know?

And I used to be the guy
that young girls smiled at

and that other dudes noticed.

You know,
I had a definite style

and a certain swagger.

But now, at best,

I'm just a bespectacled
gray beard,

a charming old codger,
you know, a harmless old man.

Oh, my God.

You know what?
It's worse than that.

I... I don't even think
it registers with some women

that I'm a man at all.

I mean, first of all,
that's the problem

with trying to attract
young girls, okay?

Secondly, you are
none of those things.

You're very handsome...

and charming.

You think so?

Yeah, I do.

Oh, hey.

So tell me,
what do you think of Renee?

She seems nice.
But?

You got something on your mind.

No, it's just...

I'm just thinking of Tina,
you know?

I didn't know
she worked for her.

Oh, wow,
so now all of a sudden,

your concern is with Tina?

I wouldn't go that far.

Look, you seem to be
forgetting the fact

that she dumped me, not
the other way around, right?

I was happily married,
and I definitely was not

looking to get divorced.

And then out of the blue,
she dumps me.

Hi.
Hi.

What's going on?

I have something I want to say.

All right. What's up?

Um, you know how I turned 42
last week

and last month we celebrated
our 15th wedding anniversary?

And today, I just...

And I don't... I don't
come by this casually,

but today, I feel like I...

I need to be on my own,
at least for a little while.

What? What's going on here?
This is about your mom?

I'm sure it has something
to do with it.

How could it not?

Because, babe,
your mom smoked two packs

of Marlboro Reds a day, okay?
You are not her.

She's got this crazy notion
because her mother died at 45,

that she, too,
is gonna die at 45.

What are your thoughts, Tina?

My thoughts? If I'm gonna die
in a few years,

I don't want to be stuck
in a marriage

that has no life,
no spark to it.

You know what it's like?

It's like I'm in a cage,
and it's closing.

And if I don't get out,
I'm gonna be stuck

in it for the rest of my life.

Yeah, that's assuming
that she doesn't die

in the next 15 minutes from
a heart attack like her mother,

- right?
- That's not the point.

The point is, life is short.

I was 25
when we started dating.

I'm a different person now.
I want a new chapter.

I think when I come back
from London,

I should stay elsewhere.

Really?
Can't fucking believe this.

- Stay elsewhere?
- Mm-hmm.

So what the fuck does that mean?
You're gonna move out?

Yes.

I'm sorry.

Christ. Really?

Unbelievable.

Yeah, I wish I had
some fucking clue

that this was going on,
because I had no fucking idea.

Well, maybe if you were
paying attention,

you would have.

Do you ever feel like we made
a mistake not having kids?

No.
Definitely not.

Why? Why, do you?

I don't know. Maybe.

Well, I think it's too late

to do anything about it now,
right?

Is it?

Yeah. Yeah, it is.

At least for me.

So where were you
all day today?

I had an interview
with that writer.

What were you doing?

Getting shit faced?
Back to that?

Please don't start that shit.

I'm allowed
to have a few beers.

So what exactly did he want
to talk to you about?

Don't be an asshole.
Mag Scrambler.

- Really?
- Mm-hmm.

Yeah, he interviewed me
for almost three hours.

Three hours? Wow. Then what?

Nothing. What?

He walked me home
and said goodbye.

He walked you home? Oh.

Well, in that case,
you should have brought him up.

We could have done
the interview

that he wanted to do with me.

So that was it, though?
Didn't ask you to dinner?

Maybe back to his apartment?

No.

He did say that if he had
any follow up questions...

There it is.

...he might want
to sit down again.

I knew that fucking guy
was a jerk.

Just to be clear, babe,

he doesn't give a shit
about your band,

and your interview
is not making it

into his fucking book.

That's the truth.
Oh, god.

Why is it so hard
for you to believe

that someone might want
to interview me

about my experiences
and my memories from that time?

Because, and don't take this
the wrong way, babe,

but nobody remembers
your fucking band.

Oh. Well, you know what?
He does.

And he seems to think
there's plenty of other people

out there who may as well.
Fine. Fuck it.

You wanna another interview?
Do another interview.

But I'm telling you this,

he's only trying to get
into your pants.

Jesus Christ.
You're such a fucking asshole!

You know that?

You've always tried
to undermine

my career and my talent.

And I know why.
You do?

Well, do tell.

Because I was a better
songwriter than you.

And I was a better singer
than you

and a better guitar player.

And your little fucking ego
couldn't handle it.

That's why
you sabotaged my career.

I sabotaged your career?
Where did that come from?

Maybe you're the one
that's drunk.

That was a real pleasure, Eve.
It was.

Listen, if I have
any follow up questions

or need another interview,
would you be open to that?

Yeah, sure. That was fun.

I was serious when I said
you should really think

about picking up
the guitar again.

It's high time for some
new music out of you.

Oh, I don't know.
Time for a new beginning.

Yeah.

I don't know
if you realize this,

but I'm on
the other side of 50.

So I think
time for new beginnings

might have passed.

No, I'm not buying it.

I mean, I would say
you have less to lose now

than you did at 25.

You already paid
for the college educations,

bought the house,
taken the exotic trips, right?

Well, yeah.

And now might be
the best time to gamble.

Hmm.

Yeah, you know,
when I was just a new mom,

I had the idea of doing, like,
a children's album or something

when the kids were little.

But, no, Scott thought
that there wasn't really

an audience for that, so...

Well, if you don't
mind me saying,

that's a little fucked up,
don't you think?

Your spouse should be
supportive of your art,

not trying to sabotage it.

Yeah.

I mean, yeah, I think back
on those days and it's like,

could have kept writing,
you know?

I could have maybe done
a few more albums,

gone on tour, but I...

I don't know. You know,
what are you gonna do?

Past is the past.

Well, how old
are your kids now?

Oh, it's hard to believe,
but they're through college

and out of the house.

Yeah.

Both my kids are
out of the house as well.

It's... it's bittersweet,
though, isn't it?

I mean, you're happy
for the newfound freedom,

but you also miss them
like crazy.

Yeah. Yeah.

Although, my boys were
all too happy to get out.

Don't bother, Mom.

He's not gonna show up.

Scott, we...
where the hell are you?

We've been waiting for you
for over an hour.

Bodie is onstage
about to start his audition.

I don't know why
we're waiting for him.

He's always late.

Okay.

What the fuck! Eve?

Eve! Why can't you wait for me?

What the hell?
Bodie, start again.

Uh, just... I just...

I just want to hear
from the top, all right?

I just want to hear
the beginning.

Scott.
Shh. Just from the top.

Bodie! Hey!

Bud, take it from the top.

Hey! Hey!

Scott!
I'm talking to you.

Scott!
Will you just... What?

You are ruining his audition.

I'm not ruining shit.
You already ruined it.

Why couldn't you wait for me?
Why couldn't you wait for me?

We waited for you
for over an hour.

God!

Sit down
or get the fuck out of here.

Dad, get the fuck
out of here.

No one wants you here.

Look, Eve, you finally got
your fucking wish

my own kid turning against me.

Nobody wants me here?

You don't want me here?

I told you to fucking stop!

I'm out of here.

Well, look,
when we were kids, I mean,

she absolutely was
the toughest.

I had to be.
Our parents were not around.

Yeah, that's why...

Hey. I'm gonna go get
a glass of water.

Can I get you anything?

Uh, who's driving home?

I think I should.
I think that's fine.

Okay.
I'll go back to the trough.

Okay.

What the fuck
are you doing here?

If I knew
you were gonna be here,

with your husband no less,
I would have steered clear.

But I gotta admit,
it's great to see you.

Can I make a confession?

Oh, God, please don't.
Don't worry.

It's nothing dramatic.

But I was a bit disappointed

I didn't hear from you
this fall.

It seems to me
like you're doing just fine.

So how's the new book coming?

Actually,
I'm nearly finished.

Congratulations.
What's it called?

I don't know.

I mean, the working title
is "Filling Station."

Well, if you ever let anyone
read an early copy,

you know what a fan I am.

I'll be in touch.

That wasn't so bad, was it?

What? No. No,
that was actually...

okay, that was fun.

That was fun.

I didn't...

And what did you think
of uh...

...Andy's new girl? I liked her.

Yeah, I mean,
if it's between her and Tina,

I'd take her
any day of the week.

Completely agree with that.

I'm a sucker
for that English accent.

Sounds so smart.

Smart and sexy.

Okay.

What about, who else? Dennis?

Oh, my God,
the mysterious gardener.

Dennis. I don't know,
if I was Andy, I...

I would look out for that dude.

Dennis is a...

Dennis is a player,
I think Dennis is.

Really?
That wasn't my read on him.

Really?

I saw you two chatting it up
in the kitchen.

What was your read on Dennis?

He was asking me
what I'm working on.

He's a fan.
Oh, my God.

And...

We were talking
about Renee's property.

He had had them put in
some cherry blossom trees

- that he was worried about.
- Mm-hmm?

And he is not a gardener.

He is a caretaker.
Oh, is he? He's a caretaker.

Oh.

Does that mean
he does more than mow the lawn

and trim the hedges?

Don't be such a snob.
He takes care.

And by the way,
you've met him, actually.

Yes, we interviewed him
for our house a few years ago.

Did we?
Yes.

I don't recall.

Perhaps he didn't make
much of an impression.

I'm going up.

You go up. I'll be there.

Bye.
I'm going up.

Maggie Miller?

- Hey, how are you?
- Good.

I recognized your truck
from the other day.

Oh, so it's just the truck
that caught your eye?

Sorry.

So how's the research going?

Yeah, good.

It's been a productive
couple of days.

Well, I've just got to run
this mail up to the house.

Would you have any interest

in grabbing a cup of coffee
afterwards?

You could pick my brain
if you want,

get a local's look
at life in a small town.

Tempting,
but I don't think so.

Why not?

Because I have friends
in this town,

as I'm sure you do too.

Well, then,
how would you feel

about walking the property
with me?

It's a beautiful piece of land.

Don't worry. No one's home.
We can talk up there.

Follow me up the drive.

No one'll see your car there.

If you don't mind,
can I show you something?

I want to get
your opinion on it.

Sure.

The homeowner wants
to sell this,

and it needs a little work,
but it is a beauty.

It is gorgeous.
Yeah.

It's a fairly
extravagant purchase.

But he said he'd be willing
to give me a pretty good deal.

So I think
I'd like to go for it.

Yeah. Well, I think you should.

So the homeowner's...

not here.

That's right.

Hmm.

You know,
I wasn't gonna say anything,

but I didn't really appreciate
your comment

about my writing
tonight at dinner.

You mean
your lack of writing?

Wow. Really?

You don't want to apologize?
You want to double down?

I want you to
stop being so afraid.

You're such a good writer.

So big deal,
you got one bad review.

I got nothing
but bad reviews,

dozens of bad reviews.

Yes, but for one book.

I mean,
the book before that one,

"Everything in the Universe,"
that did fine.

Yeah, it was fine.
But it wasn't the plan, was it?

It's not the dream,
is it, Maggie?

You know the dream.

The dream is to write
the book, Maggie.

The book.

And sadly,
I'm coming to the conclusion

that it's not gonna happen,
so...

Especially if you don't try.

Do you not think I want to?

Is that what you think?
I want to. Trust me.

Just can't find it.

Oh, I don't believe that.

I don't know,
take tonight, for example,

that story we told at dinner

about our first apartment
and the rat.

Well, that would make
for a good short story.

Well, think about it, a couple
of 20 something kids like us

who come to New York
in the '90s

chasing their literary dream...
Whoa, whoa, whoa!

Do me a favor.

I don't need you to pitch me
fucking story ideas, okay?

Or to give me
your sage author advice.

You save it.

Save it for Johnny Appleseed
and his cherry blossoms, okay?

Oh, God.

Well, then will you please

stop fucking feeling sorry
for yourself

and just sit down and write?

It is killing me
watching you wallow.

It's killing you?

And what was
that bullshit tonight

about "Falling Into Silence"?

I mean, just you've got
plenty left to say.

Just sit down and do the work!

I'm glad that you can do it.
You can.

You can sit and...
and spin your tales

about Manhattan moms
dissatisfied

and their nannies
and dog walkers

and trainers they want to fuck,
but I can't do it, Maggie.

I can't do it,
because what I do requires

precision and focus
and research and discipline!

I can't just...

Surrender
to the fucking flow state!

Oh, go fuck yourself, Nick!

The only thing less sexy
than you wallowing in self pity

is your jealousy.

Fucking asshole.

Morning.

Oh, good afternoon.

Yeah, sorry about that.

I can't believe
I slept in that much.

You should have
woken me, though.

I would've helped
clean up the mess.

Oh, it's fine.
It's my house, my mess.

There's coffee if you need.

I need. Thank you.

Hey, by the way,
I heard from my sister,

and she said she and Nick loved
meeting you last night.

So thank you for hosting them.

I really liked
meeting them too.

Well, I like Nick.

Your sister's harder to like.

I told you, right?
I mean, she can be tough.

Yeah. I mean, it got...

it got properly awkward
at the end there.

Well, that was nothing.
You want to see awkward?

One night we'll have dinner
with my sister Eve

and her husband.

I swear to you, whatever
those two saw in one another,

I'll never know.

I think it's like that
in the beginning

of some relationships, though.

You know, what you like
in the beginning

ends up repelling you.

Like, Tom,

you know, in the beginning,
it was so cute.

Like, he was, like,
living out of his car

and he was a starving artist
and I could take care of him

and it was great,
and, like, 15 years later,

you're like, dude,
help me pay the mortgage.

Yeah, well, speaking of,

this is Tina.

So you mind
if I just take this?

Wait, what?

You're not gonna
take that call.

Well, look, she's tried me,
like, five times

already this morning, so...

So?

Wait, why would you take
that call

if you're here with me?

Because I don't know.
Maybe it's an emergency.

I don't understand
what could be so important.

I mean, if you had kids,
then maybe.

But you don't.

Let me take it
so I don't have to worry,

all right?
I don't know.

Maybe it's about the cat.

Oh, the cat.

Hey.
The cat.

What's going on?

- Is everything all right?
- Guess where I am.

In our apartment,
enjoying a glass of wine.

Okay, you are gonna need
to return those keys,

or I am gonna have to change
the locks, all right?

All right. Calm down.

I told you I had
to get some things.

That's what I'm doing.

Maybe I was hoping
to run into you too.

Look, I want to meet
for a drink and talk.

When are you back
from your romantic getaway?

Okay, first of all, we are
not meeting for a drink.

You want to meet,
we can

do breakfast.
How about that?

What and you don't
trust yourself?

No, after the other night,
I don't trust you.

Fine. Breakfast it is.

I'll text you the details.

All right. I'll see you then.

Good morning.

Oh. Hey.

How's your head?

Oh, it's a carnival
in there. Listen...

I am sorry about last night.

Obviously,
I had a few too many,

you know, trips to the well,
and...

No, I should
apologize to you.

I shouldn't have said
what I said.

I know the last thing you need
is career advice from me.

Well, at least
we agree on that.

You were up early
this morning, huh?

Yeah. I couldn't sleep.

And I had a final burst
of inspiration.

I actually finished.

What?

Good for you, Mags.

Thank you.

Where are we off to?

Well, I'm... going to town,

um... to make some copies.

You know, and maybe do
a little food shopping

and pick up a nice bottle
of red so we can celebrate.

All right. Celebrate. Of course.

I'll...prepare something.

- Okay.
- See you in a bit.

See you later.

Ah, I love this line.

"He's worse than a wallflower.

"He's the bones of the house
hiding behind the sheetrock,

as lively as a 2x4."

Keep reading. Keep reading.

Uh, by the way,
now that I know

what the title refers to,

I like it even more.

I thought you might.

Maggie Miller, right?

Uh, do I know you?

Dennis Long.

You and your husband
interviewed me a few years ago.

I'm a caretaker,
property manager,

house watcher,
that sort of thing.

Yeah. Yeah.
Good to see you again.

It's okay
if you don't remember.

It was a long time ago.

But I, of course,
remember who you are

because I'm a fan.
Really?

Yeah, starting with
"Folding Chair."

And I loved "Boiling Water."

And what was the one
you did up here?

"Shoveling Snow."
Yeah, I love that one.

You captured the offseason
up here perfectly.

I would have thought
you were a local.

You really...
you really are a fan.

From way back.

When did the first one
come out?

'98?
Oh, God, don't...

'99?
No, no, don't remind me.

It was so long ago. '97.

What's next?
You got anything in the works?

Well, I've had
a few false starts.

That's actually
why I'm up here.

I'm just looking
for some inspiration,

doing some research.

Well, if I can be
of any help,

just let me know.

Born and raised.

- Home.
- I'm in here.

We got dinner plans?

Um, I'm not really
that hungry.

I was just gonna make
a smoothie or something.

What's up with you
and smoothies?

You on a diet or something?

No, I'm just not that hungry.

Well, maybe you can rustle up
a little pasta or something?

Just something simple.

Um, well, there's some
leftovers in the fridge.

You could heat them up.

Really?

You don't want
to cook anything?

I thought we could have
a little dinner together.

Well, I'm just working.

And who inspired that?

Jerk off journalist?

You know,
I've been thinking a lot lately

about all the things
that I gave up for you. And...

you know what,
I'm not gonna do it anymore.

So if I want to get back
into my music, I'm going to.

And if you don't like it,
I don't give a fuck.

Wow. Easy, girl.

Don't lay all that on me.

You have your regrets,
you have your regrets.

We all do.

But I didn't ask you
to give up shit for me.

Are you kidding me?

I left L.A. for you.
I left my friends for you.

I quit my fucking band for you.

You quit
your fucking band for me

because you were pregnant.

Yeah,
because you suggested it.

And you were my manager
and my fucking husband.

And I listened to you.

At the time,
it was the right decision

for both of us,

for the sake of our family.
You've got to admit that!

Oh.

No, no, that is not how...

Look, I'm sorry
your career didn't pan out

the way that you hoped.

But we have a pretty nice life,
don't we?

Have I not provided
a nice life for us?

I never get one fucking
ounce of gratitude for that,

not one acknowledgment for all
the hard work that I do.

Instead, all you want to do
is just change me.

- Change you?
- Yeah.

I want you
to stay fucking sober.

Is that such a crazy request?

And I failed you yet again.
Is that right?

Yes.

Yet again.

Are you happy
in this marriage?

I don't want to have
this conversation

while you're drinking.

While I'm drinking?

It's a fucking beer.
I'm not drunk.

No, not yet.

But you will be.

Hey. Are we all good?

Or you need me to help
with anything else?

No, we're all good.

You need me
to lock it or anything?

No, it locks itself.

You know, this was a pretty
big test for us this weekend.

I think we passed
with flying colors, right?

I mean, it's one thing
to spend the night together,

but a whole weekend?
Can you unlock the door?

All right, yeah.

All right, you want to tell me
what I did to piss you off?

You don't know?
No.

Really?
No. Don't have a clue.

I invite you up to my house

to stay with me
for the weekend.

I want to introduce you
to some of my friends.

And you take a call
from your ex-wife,

even though I asked you not to.

And to make it worse,
you took the call outside

like you've got something
to hide.

Do you have something to hide?

Okay, first of all,

she's not my ex-wife yet,
right?

I mean, we're only separated.

What the fuck does that mean?

Are you wanting to get
back together with her?

No, not at all.

I am just simply stating
the facts.

Oh, the facts.
You are stating the facts.

Okay, here's a fact.

Tina is not a nice person.

You just said back there,

you don't know what your sister
saw in her husband.

Well, what did you
ever see in Tina?

Look, if you must know,
there were times

when she could be very nice
and very sweet, all right?

There were?
Oh, I never saw that.

Renee, what are you doing?
What are you doing?

We just have
this great weekend,

and now you want to end
on a sour note.

What am I doing?

This? No. No, no, no, no.

You're the one who insisted
on taking a call

from your wife.

Hey.

Well, that took a long time.

Ugh, I know. I'm sorry.

The traffic this weekend is
worse than it is in the summer.

I think there must have been
some sort of accident.

Okay.

Did you...
The wine in the car?

Oh, fuck. I forgot.

You forgot the wine.

Oh, that's out of character.

Well... well, so much
for our little celebration.

Well, I made extra copies.

If you want to read it,
we can celebrate after.

Yeah, I'll look at it, later.

I'm... I'm gonna go upstairs

and take a nap because I just...
I didn't sleep last night.

Eve?

I'm gonna go out
for a little bit.

If you'd have fucking cooked.

Eve!

Are you sleeping?

Yeah.

I'm gonna go get a bite to eat.

Not that the...

leftovers weren't wonderful.

You hope and pray
that he wakes up one day

and wants to be different.

I don't know.
You know what? He did.

He'd get sober for three months,

and nothing changes.

Did you ever think about,
you know, making a change?

Yeah, but I don't know.

I think
when I was younger, maybe.

But it's just a little hard
to imagine now, you know?

Being out there alone
at my age, just...

At your age?
That's crazy.

No, I mean, you're gorgeous.
You're smart.

You're fucking talented
to boot.

The last thing
that you would be is alone.

Anyway, this is my place.
You want to feel really old,

this place used to be Area,
this building.

You remember that?
The nightclub?

Yes.
Get out of here.

Well, then I'm pretty sure that
I stood in this exact alleyway

back in 1987,
probably coked out of my mind.

Mm.

You don't party
like that anymore, do you?

No, I mean, that was
that was a lifetime ago.

Now, at the most,
I barely even drink.

unless, you know, I'm sharing
a bottle with someone I like.

So you mentioned
that you might want

to ask a few more questions.

Scott's gonna be
on the road this weekend

if you wanted to, I don't know,
maybe get together for lunch.

Yes, absolutely.

I would love that.

You know what? I...

I got to head back to
the country tomorrow, though,

so...
Oh.

Okay.
I mean, any some other time.

No, but hey,
tell you what, if...

if you're comfortable,
it's only a...

you know,
a two-hour train ride.

For lunch?

Yeah, or...
you could spend the night.

Um...

Uh, no, I mean, you know,
if you're open to it.

Yeah, I'll think about that.

All right. Okay.

Yeah. Well.
Talk soon.

Okay.

Look, I am sorry
I took the call.

If I had any idea
it would upset you like this,

I never would have answered it.

Was it an emergency?

I mean, I hope the cat's okay.

Let me get your bag.

No, pop the trunk.
I'll get it myself.

Renee, hold up.

I mean, what is going on here?
It was just a phone call.

I know. I'm...

Look, I am as surprised
as you are

by this reaction, honestly.

And it scares me because I...

I think I really like you.

Oh, well,
that's a good thing, right?

Because I really like you.

And now that I know how
my speaking to her affects you,

I promise you I will be
more mindful of that.

Okay? I am sorry.

Okay. Thanks. I'm sorry too.

I think I've just got
some trust issues after Tom

that I've got to work through.
And remember, I know Tina.

I know how manipulative
and vindictive she can be.

Yeah, I know.
And I'm telling you, though,

you have nothing
to worry about.

So are we still on
for tomorrow night, I hope?

Yeah.

All right, good.
Okay.

I'll see you tomorrow.
Okay.

Bye.
Bye.

So I noticed you didn't get
very far in my book last night.

Yes.

You didn't like it?

Actually,
I just had to put it aside.

Really? Why?

I don't know.

Hitting a little too close
to home, I guess.

In what way?

Well, I...

I got to the dinner chapter.

The husband character was,
I don't know,

chopping and preparing
and cooking and going on

about how fresh
the produce was.

And he asks his wife character,
to, you know, have a taste.

Yeah. And?

Well, then great
insightful detail

about her reluctance
to open her mouth

as he feeds her by hand

and how she's repulsed
by his slightest touch,

and mostly that...

...how she's annoyed by his
constant and needy requests

for her to taste his cooking.

Nick. This isn't us.
He's not you.

Yeah, I particularly enjoyed
the silver haired husband

moping around, about how
it's a rough time for him

because the kids are gone.

And then at some point,
he makes the suggestion,

shockingly familiar,
that, I don't know,

they sell their apartment
because it's just too sad there

- without their two daughters.
- I mean...

You're a fucking writer,
for Christ's sake, Nick!

It's fiction.

Oh, boy.

I mean, you've used me before,
but, you know, come on, Maggie.

That's...
Oh, God.

I'm so sorry.
Were you waiting long?

I hit a little bit of traffic
on the way over here.

I also wanted
to get some wine, so...

Okay. No, it was fine.

You look... you look great,
by the way.

Thank you.

What?

I'm just happy you're here.

Hey, you see that place
right there?

You know your dream house
in Laurel Canyon?

That right there is mine.

Some fucking tech bro
owns it now.

I'm just gonna get some air.
Are you okay?

You, uh,
you look a little green.

No, no, no, I'm fine.

I'm just... I'm just
a little nervous.

Oh, no need to be nervous.

Sure you're all right?
Yeah.

I'll be really, really quick.

Hi.

Hey.

Thank you for agreeing
to meet with me.

Yeah, of course.

Oh. Your keys.

Ah. Thank you.
Mm-hmm.

Oh, yeah, I have to apologize
for the other night.

I was a little out of control.

All right, then.
I owe you an apology as well.

You did not need
to find out about me and Renee

the way you did, all right?

You know, I wanted to tell you
earlier, but I just...

I don't know,
I didn't know how.

How's it going
with you two, anyhow?

Pretty good, I guess.

She's very different
than I am,

but I can see why you like her.

Hi. Did you want some coffee
as well, or...

Do you promise me
that nothing ever happened

between you two
while we were together?

Come on. Are you kidding me?

No. No, of course not.

I never even looked
at her back then.

All right?

This thing that has
happened between us

was completely unexpected.

Do you find her
more attractive than I am?

You know what?
I'm not gonna answer that.

I mean, she has
great personal style.

I'm so much fucking hotter
than she is, though.

I mean, if you're into
that sort of thing.

Oh, I'll note
that you did not disagree.

Okay, you know what
we're gonna do?

We're gonna agree
not to talk about her.

We're not talking about her.
We're talking about me.

Are you still attracted to me?

Why does that matter?
Just does.

Well, then yeah, of course.

I mean,
that's not gonna change.

As you well know, that was not
one of our issues, was it?

Not, it wasn't.

Okay.

So what I wanted
to tell you today was,

even though I was tipsy
that night that I let myself

into our apartment,

I went there
with a clear intention.

All right. What was that?

I miss you.

Feeling a little better?
Oh, yeah.

Sorry about that.
No worries.

Come on in.

I'll fix us
something to drink.

This place is
really beautiful.

It's pretty amazing,
isn't it?

It's not mine, though.

My brother lets me use it
when I'm trying to write.

It's a little bit easier
to focus up here, you know?

So this is it.

Welcome to my humble abode.

It's nice.

There's a guest bedroom
upstairs,

if that'll make you
more comfortable.

Yeah, yeah, I think
that's probably the best thing,

for now.
I figured as much.

But I'll leave my room unlocked

just in case you get lonely,
huh?

Okay.

Come on up.

Your bathroom's right here.

All right.

Not too bad, right?

This is really nice.

Wow, it's so big here.

It's beautiful.
Is it gonna be okay?

What? Oh.

I'm gonna be comfortable.
Good.

I... I should probably
brush my teeth first,

right?
Yeah. Okay.

No, that's...
That's a good idea.

And then just...

I might need a couple
minutes just to get settled.

Yeah. No, of course.

I'll tell you what,
if you're open to it,

we can pick up
on the interview again.

I can grab my notes, and I can
ask you a few more questions.

- Okay.
- Good.

Uh, what can I get you to drink?
Wine? Something stronger maybe?

I think just water for now.

Water? Sure. Water it is.

Meet me out back.
We can talk on the lawn.

All right, look, I'm sorry.
I can't.

Can't what?
Can't what?

- I think you know what.
- Come on.

Nobody needs to know.
It could be fun.

Yeah, it could be
a lot of fun.

But you seem to be
forgetting the fact

that you're the one who wanted
to end things, right?

Remember, you wanted
a "new chapter."

I know. I know.

Doesn't mean I can't miss you.

All right, you know what?
I think it's best

if we get the check
and I get out of here.

Come on.

Could be our little secret.
Um...

I already have
the room upstairs.

Wow.

What a day.

It's my favorite spot.
Come on over and sit down.

So are you really gonna use
any of this in your book?

Well, let me
just say it this way.

You are dangerously close

to becoming
my favorite chapter.

God.

You know, I have to tell you,
you did inspire me.

You know, that day after
we had the first interview,

I went home,
and I just started writing.

And I wrote the first song
that I've written in years.

That's amazing. Good for you.

See, I told you,
it's never too late.

So how are you feeling
about it?

I think it's pretty special.

I mean, it just kind of
poured out of me,

which is usually
a pretty good sign.

What do you call it?

"Shining On."

It's about fresh starts.

Second acts. You know.

The promise of new beginnings,
if you will.

Well, I... I have to tell you,
I do have a guitar

inside the house, so if you
ever want to play it for me...

I mean, a personal concert by
none other than Ms. Eve Miller?

Sign me up.

Well, I would like to hear
your thoughts about it.

So, maybe after dinner.

Okay. It's a deal.

Hello?
Renee.

Hi, it's Tina.

Oh, hey, Tina.
What can I do for you?

I wanted to know
why you're dating Andy.

I thought
you and I were friends.

Yeah, but not
good friends,

though, right,
if we're being honest?

Well, that's clearly
your impression

of our relationship.
I thought differently.

Really?
Because after you left Chanel,

I never heard from you again.

I mean, I remember calling you
after my divorce,

and you just never
called me back.

I had shit going on.
New job, more responsibility.

Sorry, I was
a little distracted.

Oh, there's no need
to apologize.

I wasn't mad. It was just...

Think it explains why I never
considered us great friends.

I remember you and I having
conversations about Andy,

about our relationship.

Have you shared
any of that with him?

- No.
- Good.

I feel pretty terrible about
some of the things I said.

Mm, well,
you probably should,

because you could be
very cruel.

Is that why you pursued him?

I didn't pursue him.

How'd you guys
end up together?

We just ran into each other,
actually. It was a coincidence.

And you ended up
in bed together how?

Well, I guess we hit it off.

So this thing with Andy,
is that gonna continue?

I think so.

Interesting.

It's not the impression I got
when I saw him today.

Hey, I'm gonna go for a walk.

Care to join me?
No, thanks.

I'm gonna stick
with "Filling Station."

Are you sure?

You don't have to
if you don't want to.

Oh, I want to.

That way, we can celebrate
when I'm finished.

Okay, great.

It's good, Mags.

I mean, it's always good.
You're always good.

It's still a little, you know,

rich people and their
champagne problems, but...

Well, I write what I know.

This isn't
the first time you've done this,

is it?

- Why would you say that?
- I don't know.

You seem very relaxed
about the whole thing.

Compared to who?
Have you had many affairs?

Well, let's just say,
you meet a lot of unhappy women

up here during the summer.

Hmm. Why are they so unhappy?

Probably for the same reasons
you are.

Who says I'm unhappy?

Aren't you?

No.

Why would you assume that?

Because you're here,

and not at home
with your husband.

Well, maybe I don't
believe in monogamy.

Maybe my husband and I have
an agreement about that.

Do you?

Whoo!

Damn.
It's getting cold out there.

Wow!

God, you smell good.

Thanks.
You know, I remember
your perfume from lunch too.

Oh. Thanks.

You, uh, you're sure I can't
interest you in a glass?

Uh, no, you know, I'm really...
I'm... I'm good.

Thanks, though.

So you and your husband
never got a place up here, huh?

No, no.

Scott is one of the few people

that actually likes New York
in the summer.

Ah, so he's a fan
of the stink of piss

on every street corner, hmm?

I mean, I think
he just likes the fact

that no one's actually in town.

And then, you know,
he always says

that real New Yorkers don't
complain about crowded subways

or cold winters
or the stink of piss.

- Okay, Mr. Hardcore.

Well, I've got
time enough there

to know that I can
happily do without

any of those things,

which is why I come up here
as often as I do.

So why didn't you ever get
a place up here?

Well, for one thing,
I don't manage

big time rock and roll bands.
I just write about them.

But to answer your question,
you know,

I grew up mostly
in Northern California.

But when my folks got divorced,
my old man moved

back to New York City,

and we would go out
to visit him every summer.

And he would always take us
on a one-week vacation up here.

You know, get a cabin
out in the woods,

do some fishing, hiking,
shit like that.

And that's how I fell
in love with this place.

And on the drive up here,
my brothers and sisters,

they would always point out
the houses or the farms

that we were gonna live in

when they struck it rich,
you know?

But every summer, they always...

they always picked
a different house.

But I always picked
the same one.

The Victorian
that the tech bro got.

Yeah.

And I really believed that
I was gonna get the money

to buy that place one day.

I was convinced
that I would get it done

by the time I was 30
because, of course,

I'd be a best selling author
by then.

But instead, I was unpublished.

I... Married with two kids.

So... 30 turned into 40.

And instead of writing
a best seller,

I end up in a velvet coffin
doing profiles for half talents

for "Spin" and "Rolling Stone."

Then I got divorced.

So... 40 turned to 50.

And then riding over here
with you today,

that was the first time
I went past that house

and didn't think that one day
it would be mine.

That's a 45-year-old
fucking dream

finally put to rest.

Wow.

Well...

here's to the pleasures
that failed to last

and the dreams
that didn't come true.

Oh.

But hey, you know what?

With this new book,
maybe the house of my dreams

is yet within my grasp.

Yeah, you know, and at least
you have this place

to come up and use, right?

I mean, and you've got
the book you're writing.

It's... it's... it's gonna,

I think that subject matter
has got a lot of potential,

the '90s and...

You are so beautiful,
you know that?

Oh... oh. No.

What?
Um...

What is it?

God, I'm so sorry, Johnny.
I'm sorry. I really like you.

I do.

I just...

You know,
it's a big step for me.

And I need to just,
you know, go at my pace.

Yeah. No, of course. My bad.

This is not easy for me either.

I'm a little out of practice,
I guess. So...

It's just,
I really like you, Eve.

And I was hoping that...

Anyway, I'll go check
on the grill.

Hey, Eve. How are you?

Hey, listen,
can I ask you a favor?

Are you okay?
Why are you whispering?

No, no, no, I'm fine.
Everything's fine.

I'm just...
I'm actually up by you.

Um, I... I came to stay,
uh, with a girlfriend, and...

and then she just told me

that her boyfriend is
coming up unexpectedly.

So I was just wondering
if maybe it'd be okay

if I just spent the night
at your place.

When? Tonight?

Yeah, like, like now.

Oh. Yeah, no, sure.
Come on over.

Okay, thanks. All right.

I'm just gonna call
an Uber, and I'll...

I'll see you soon.

Okay.

Thanks, Mags.

You look like you could use
a glass of wine.

Oh, God, yes, please.

Are you sure I'm not a bother?

Eve, don't be silly.
I'm happy to see you.

Where's Nick? Is he home?

Yeah, he is.

He just, um,
wasn't feeling well.

And he went up to bed already.

Oh.

You two are so lucky, you know?
Your relationship.

I always wished Scott and I
had something like you two.

Yeah. I mean...

You know what?
Today, I finished my book.

Wow. Oh! Is this it?
Yep.

"Filling Station"
by Maggie Miller.

Your name looks so good
in print.

Wow.

Do you ever regret
keeping your maiden name?

No.

I mean, looking back, it was
actually the only good advice

Mom ever gave us.

Why would you say that?

Because we're both artists.

The work is ours.
We should own it.

Yeah, that was
one of the things

Scott always resented.

Oh, fuck him.

You're right. Fuck him.

Fuck him.

We had some
really great times here

over the years in this house.

Didn't we, Mags?

We sure did.

You know, when the kids
were little and...

Mom was still alive.

- Those were my favorite summers.
- They were good times.

God, it's so hard now,
isn't it?

Getting older...

be married, and kids leaving,
the whole thing.

Yeah.

It can be hard.

I mean, do you ever wish
that you could just go back

and do it all differently?

Just start all over again?

Sure, Eve.

I mean, I think everyone wishes

they could do that sometimes.

God, I just...

I get so mad at myself
because I just...

I just threw all those
years away, you know?

And I was... Oh, fuck,

I was actually fucking good,
you know?

And I just listened to him.

And I gave it all up.

I gave it all...

Like, all I was
good for was, like,

fucking pickups
and dinners and...

And I actually, you know,

I think I had
something to offer.

- Oh, God, whatever.
- It's...

It's so ridiculous.

Anyway, I'm gonna go to bed.

You sure?
So fucking tired, yeah.

Okay. Just take
one of the boys' rooms.

Okay. Thanks.

Sleep well.
Okay.

Uh, so I really wanted
to apologize for yesterday.

You know, I totally overreacted

and ruined what was
a really very nice time.

And I've been thinking
it'd be so great

to get together with your
sister Eve and her husband

and, you know,
get to know them too.

And maybe we could have dinner
in the city next weekend.

Or, you know,
maybe Maggie and Nick

could have them
to stay upstate,

and we could do a whole
family thing, you know?

Because I think
I think you said

that Tina hated your sisters

and that your sisters
hated Tina.

So perhaps they won't hate me,
and it could be really good.

What do you think?

Yeah, yeah, I think either
one of those situations

could be, you know...

Were you gonna tell me

that you got together
with Tina today?

Uh, you know what?
I... I wasn't.

Really? Why the fuck not?

Well, because, as evidenced
by how you're reacting now,

I figured it would
probably upset you.

Well, your not telling me
upsets me more.

So how was it?

It was nothing.
I mean, it was uneventful.

But how did you
even find out about it?

Because she called me
right afterwards.

Was the meeting her idea
or was it your idea?

No, it was her idea.

Look, she wanted
to get together to apologize

for her behavior
the other night,

and I wanted to get
my keys back

so that we wouldn't have
another situation like that.

Why didn't you just tell me?

- Seriously? Because...
- I mean, come on.

She's my ex-wife.
It's none of your business.

Are you fucking kidding me?

We're dating.

Of course
it's my fucking business.

Yeah, but she's my ex-wife.

I'm gonna have to deal with her
from time to time, right?

I mean, you've got
to understand that.

Do you not have to deal
with fucking Tom sometimes?

Yeah, I mean,
I just try not to.

Yeah, but I don't think
you owe it to me

to tell me when you do.

Right? And in my defense,
my breakup with Tina

is a little bit more recent,
right,

than your divorce with Tom.

Oh, what does that mean?

That means you've got to
give me a fucking break here.

This is new terrain for me,
okay? You know,

and I'm trying to figure it out.
I don't know the rules.

I don't know
the do's and don'ts.

Oh. Hey, you're still up?

How's she doing?

Well, not good.

I finished, uh, your book.

And?

Are you seeing
someone else, Maggie?

What? No.

Wait. No, wait.

Just listen.

Thirty-two years,
you've never been unfaithful?

Nick.

I'm going to sleep.

For what it's worth,
the book is great.

Probably your best one ever.

So... good job there.

You know she only wants
to get back together with you

because you're with me now.
You know that, right?

She just sees that you're not

hanging around
waiting for her anymore,

and she wants to see
if she can get you back.

Well, it doesn't matter
what she thinks

or what she feels, okay?

What matters is what I think
and what I feel.

And I don't want
to be back with her.

Okay? I want to be with you.

But why'd you go up there
in the first place?

No, I don't know.

I mean, look,
we were married for 15 years.

So was there a moment
where maybe...

a moment of weakness
or insecurity

where I thought...

where I thought
maybe I did want to see

if there was anything,
I don't know...

that we could maybe get back
together? I don't know.

I didn't think
you'd actually say yes.

Is it too early? Champagne?

I'm here, right?

To us.
To us.

So look,
before this goes any further,

what do you...
what do you want from this?

What do you mean?

Well, what's your hope
for where this leads?

I mean, is this about us
trying to reconcile?

Are we just up here to fuck?

Or are you looking to put
an end to me and Renee, maybe?

All three.

Look, Renee, I apologize.
Okay?

I know I fucked up,
but I do not...

I do not want to be
back together with her.

I want to be here with you.

You know,
I worked really hard

to be in a good place.

For so many years,
I juggled being a mother

with having
a super demanding job

and this awful husband.

And I got out
of the shitty marriage.

But it's cool
because my kids are great.

And I love... I love what I do.

But I think what I want now...

and what I deserve...

...is to have a good time.

Not to be
in a complicated relationship,

or, more accurately,
a messy one.

I really like you.

But?

Yeah. I'm sorry, Andy.

Thank you for letting me
crash last night.

Of course.
Are you gonna be okay?

Yeah. Yeah, I'm gonna be okay.

What about you?
Eh...

Oh.

Bye.
Bye.

Nick?

I'm back.

Nick?