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♪ Puff, puff, puff ♪

♪ Puff your cares away ♪

♪ Puff, puff, puff ♪

♪ Night and day ♪

♪ Blow, blow them through the air ♪

♪ Silky little rings ♪

♪ Those little smoke rings I love ♪

Hi.

Hey.

How was… How was the thing?

Well, you know.

It was a journalist's
book party in Midtown.

How do you think it was?

- Utterly fine?
- Violently fine.

Anthony dropped by for a bit.

Yeah? How'd he look?

Frail.

Wonder why he bothered showing up.

Life is for the living.

Does that constitute living?

A journalist book party
in Midtown?

I had fun.

- Did you?
- Yeah.

Although I did get trapped
for about 20 minutes

by that artist lady who wears those hats.

Lizzie is a publicist.

The reason you think she's an artist
is because she's a good publicist.

Um.

Wha-What are you doing?

What does it look like I'm doing?

I love this song.

♪ This is no ordinary love ♪

You know what else I love?

Mmm?

I love you.

I love you too.

Tonight would have been
so much more fun if you were there.

Everything's more fun when I'm there.

That's usually true.

You know, I think this is
the first song we ever danced to.

God, we barely knew each other then.

- I knew you. I knew who you were.
- Mmm?

- Yeah?
- You were fearless.

No, I was terrified.

♪ A love like that won't last? ♪

The way you used to walk
into a room and just own it.

Used to?

No, you-you know what I mean.

Baby, I missed you tonight.

Everyone was asking where you were.

It's hard to keep track
of all the excuses at this point.

♪ This is no ordinary love ♪

♪ No ordinary love ♪

You're hungry.
I don't want the food to get cold.

I'm sorry.

I wasn't trying to guilt-trip you.

Just missed you.

I mean it was a completely
mediocre book party in Midtown. I…

Really doesn't sound
like I missed much, right?

If you were so desperate to see me,
you would have just skipped it to see me.

And the fact that it didn't even occur
to you as an option makes me feel like

this isn't just about us spending
time together, but about…

people seeing us spend time together.

Just…

I hate showing up to these things alone.

Because of what people will say?

No. No.

Mmm.

- Well, obviously that's part of it.
- Mm-hmm.

You know what happens anytime
I show up to these things alone.

There's another headline stating
that we're headed for divorce.

Uh, well, I mean, at this point, they're
gonna write a story no matter what.

- So…
- Exactly.

Damned if we do, damned if we don't.

Right, I just… I feel like
we're saying the same thing here.

All I'm saying is I'd like to spend time
with you outside of this loft.

I have a crazy idea.

- A plate?
- Um, let's go on a trip.

- What kind of a trip?
- Any kind of trip you want.

Mmm. Paris, Belize, Tahiti.

- Tahiti?
- Yeah, Tahiti.

Just you and me at the beach.

No parties, no obligation, no press.

No clothes.

- Carolyn.
- I'm serious.

Maybe after the holidays.

After the holidays?
John, it's-it's August.

It's August 30th.
That's essentially September.

We have
the Delancey Street Foundation dinner

- in San Francisco.
- Mm-hmm.

Back to New York for Fashion Week.

Then I have the Cuba trip.

After that, we're in the Vineyard,
straight to Red Gate.

Then we're back in the city
for Terry and Valerie's Halloween party.

November is the George anniversary dinner.

- Mm-hmm.
- Thanksgiving at Hyannis.

Christmas with the cousins.

Your birthday in January.

Figured you'd wanna be with friends,
but, yeah, a trip sounds nice.

Okay, so what you're saying is
we can't go on vacation until 1998?

Of course not.

We have Hyannis next weekend, remember?

Fuck me, I forgot.

You know, a lot of people consider
the Cape to be

one of the most beautiful areas
of the country.

Yeah, I'm aware of that.

I don't have a problem with the Cape.
It's the compound.

What about it?

Come on.

No, let's hear it.

Out with it.

Um. It's not relaxing.
Every minute of the day is accounted for.

We can't sleep in, we can't sit
on the beach, we can't go for a walk.

- There's no privacy, so we never have sex.
- Hmm.

Oh. There's never enough hot water,
which is frankly mind-boggling,

given the marvel that is modern plumbing.

And even in the height of summer,
it's always cold, like w-how?

And there are all these insane,
unwritten rules.

Like, uh, board games are verboten,
but playing cards encouraged.

What's the difference?

Oh. And yogurt at breakfast is
sensible, but yogurt at lunch is,

and I'm quoting your cousin here,

- "Some Weight Watchers shit."
- "Some Weight Watchers shit."

Oh. And that, um, that rule
about no TV during the day.

Well, that's not a rule.

It's just…
Do you wanna watch TV during the day?

I want the option.

Spending your day in front of the TV on
a beautiful summer's day is just wasteful.

So it is a rule?

It's a norm.

Oh, there's nothing norm about it,
trust me.

Everyone shoots me these judgmental looks
whenever I read magazines.

And-And before you say that Caroline
reads magazines all the time too,

let me interrupt your interruption and say
that Caroline reads The New Republic,

and while, technically, yes, that's
a magazine, spiritually, it's a book.

Vogue, that's a magazine.

And don't think I haven't
noticed the expectant looks

on everyone's faces
when I abstain from a cocktail.

I am basically guzzling Dark 'n' Stormys
prophylactically

at this point.

Yeah, I-I have to drink or else
people will think I'm pregnant.

You think I'm joking, but I'm serious.

I-I just feel like I'm on display, like…
like there's this sense of visibility.

Like-like my body is this living,
breathing report card

broadcasting the state
of our relationship.

You could always drink a Sea Breeze.

- And the clams.
- The clams?

Over Fourth of July weekend,

your family had five clambakes
over three days.

Six actually.

We had a midnight clambake,
but I let you sleep through that one.

Who wants clams at midnight?

That-That's diabolical.
That's sadistic.

Okay, okay, I hear you.

- Hyannis can be specific.
- No, I believe I said, "Sadistic."

I like spending time with our family.
I'm sorry.

John, they're your family.

They're your family too.

- Family is important.
- Yeah, you and me, we're a family.

Hello.

What?

What happened?

Laur-Lauren, slow down, you're scaring me.

What's going on?

Mm-hmm.

Okay, what channel?

Will you?

Yeah, okay, let me call you back,
all right?

Love you. Bye.

An update now
on the condition of Princess Diana,

who was involved in a traffic accident
in Paris this evening.

She is in a serious condition.

She was driving with her companion,
Dodi Al-Fayed.

He, according to police officials, died
in the accident…

- Oh, my God!
- …along with a chauffeur.

The princess's bodyguard was also injured.
We don't know his condition at this hour.

- The accident happened…
- Oh, my God.

…as Diana's car
was being pursued

by a group of paparazzis on motorcycles
as they entered a tunnel

- along the River Seine.
- I just saw her.

- What?
- At Gianni's funeral.

I-I sat right behind her.

She has been monitoring
Paris for any new information.

- Nina, can you hear me?
- Yes, I can.

Dodi Al-Fayed, obviously,
a very famous man, a millionaire as well.

Do you have any news on his condition?

We have police reports and others saying
that he is in fact…

All we know
at the moment is that he has in fact…

…as well as the driver.

Princess Diana apparently
has been severely injured

as well as a bodyguard.

Do we know
the nature of her injury?

- Carolyn.
- Not at this moment.

- We know that she has been taken…
- Carolyn.

Yeah?

The glasses in the dishwasher,
are they clean?

What?

The glasses in the dishwasher,
are they clean?

I-I don't know.

There has been no comment
from Buckingham Palace…

You don't know
if you ran the dishwasher or not?

- What?
- I don't get how you don't know.

- You either ran it or you didn't.
- Why are you asking me?

You've been home all day.

Do you remember
hearing the dishwasher run?

Yes, I did a dish wash.

The paparazzi, of course,
have been trying to photograph

Princess Diana with Dodi Al-Fayed,
a famous millionaire with whom

she has been in a romantic relationship
for the last couple of weeks.

Have they been engendering
a fair bit of publicity

while they were in Paris?
'Cause most people knew they were there.

Oh, yes. There has been an
extraordinary amount of tabloid and media…

What can you tell us

about the area of Paris
where the accident occurred?

I guess it was the entrance ramp
of the tunnel.

It was an entrance route
to the underground tunnel

that goes under the Seine River.

This area is well-known by tourists.
So it's a very well-populated area.

Let's go back

to the scene of the wreckage.

There's the recognizable
back end of the Mercedes sedan,

and there is the unrecognizable front end

of what must have been
a high-speed collision.

In the front part of the car,
the two flashes of white there

are the deployed airbags,
the remnants of the airbags.

Princess Diana is unmatched
when it comes to generating interest

and, indeed, cash for deserving projects…

- I'm going for a run.
- …taken an interest.

- Her most high-profile involvement…
- What?

…has been
to draw the world's attention

- to the horrors facing civilians…
- John.

I'll be back in a bit.

Diana was also recently…

…mostly dominating headlines
in the newspaper,

especially in Britain, concerning
her relationship with Dodi Al-Fayed,

which reported that she joined
her 40-year-old millionaire companion

and a group of friends
for a Mediterranean cruise,

once again,
putting her personal life under scrutiny.

Her private holiday was filmed
by the Italian paparazzi,

who are now auctioning the photographs
to the highest bidder.

We will continue to cover…

♪ We escape ♪

♪ Breathe ♪

♪ Keep breathing ♪

♪ I can't do this ♪

♪ Alone ♪

♪ You can laugh ♪

♪ A spineless laugh ♪

♪ We hope your rules ♪

…it said, and I quote,

"Princess Diana has died."

♪ And wisdom choke you ♪

♪ Now we are one ♪

♪ In everlasting peace ♪

♪ We hope that you choke ♪

♪ That you choke ♪

…very tragic turn,
with confirmation

from Buckingham Palace tonight

that the world has lost
Princess Diana at age 36.

The official cause of death was
listed as cardiac arrest

following massive trauma
and head injuries.

She's dead.

Doctors noted
that these injuries were consistent

with a high-speed collision.

If you are now tuning in,
we have been covering…

- They killed her.
- …accident of Princess…

She did everything right,
posed for every photo,

gave them everything they wanted,
and they just…

Her companion,
Dodi Al-Fayed, was killed outright…

- …they still killed her.
- …the Mercedes car.

- Surgeons at a nearby hospital…
- It's very sad.

- It's monstrous.
- …a battle they lost.

The British ambassador…

She was their princess,
and they treated her like prey.

…which we now know
got rather frantic

as they started to lose her pulse.

- At the scene, police…
- I gotta clean my face off.

…paparazzi photographers
allegedly pursuing the princess's car

in a high-speed chase.

Seven men were arrested.

And the film rolls have
all been confiscated.

And the world
is slowly learning of this news…

You know, I think there's something
really macabre about watching this shit

when right now, halfway across the world,
someone is waking up her kids

before they find out
their parent is dead on TV.

He and the First Lady
have sent

their condolences to Buckingham Palace.

There are reports that the royal family,
uh, they are at Balmoral in Scotland…

I'm sorry.
I didn't mean to upset you.

Those poor boys.

At least they have each other.

Like you and Caroline.

- Like me and Caroline?
- Yeah.

This is nothing like
what me and Caroline went through.

They're princes.
They're members of a monarchy.

I was three when my dad died.
I grew up 60 blocks from here.

I rode my bike to school.
It's night and day.

Okay.

You're telling me it wasn't like that.

What was it like?

- I don't wanna talk about it.
- John.

You're making assumptions
and trying to tell me

what my own childhood was like,

and I have everyone else in the world
to do that for me

without having to hear it
from my own wife.

John.

I'm just trying to understand.

Does it not scare you?

John.

Fine.

You wanna know what I'm so scared of?
What's going through my head?

What I was thinking about
the entire time during my jog?

That you are never
gonna leave the house again.

Do I see the parallels
between what we deal with

and what happened to her?

Of course I do. But can I say that?

No, it'll just be one more thing that's
gonna stop you from living your life.

You wanna know why I can't watch this?

Because if I do,
I'll never fucking stop, okay?

Do you wanna hear about my childhood?

I don't remember my dad dying, at all.

But what I remember vividly is
my mom being basically in a trance.

And the hours
that Caroline and the nanny and I spent

while my mom was locked away
in a dark room, crying alone.

And why… Couldn't she just play with me?

It was my mother I watched die,
not my dad.

I watched her die twice.

And now it feels
like I'm watching you slip away.

You're choosing the darkness.

I'm watching it happen.
I feel like I'm being abandoned again.

I can't lose you.
You're the one person I can't lose.

Do you understand that?

I've lost so many people in my life,
and I can't lose you.

I can't. I can't lose you.

- John.
- I can't, I can't. I can't.

I can't lose you, Carolyn.

Breathe.

I'm not going anywhere.

Just breathe.

♪ Now you should smile ♪

♪ Though your heart is aching ♪

♪ Smile even though it's breaking ♪

♪ When there are clouds ♪

♪ Way up in the sky ♪

♪ You're gonna get by ♪

♪ That's the time ♪

♪ You must keep on trying ♪

♪ Oh, you gotta smile ♪

♪ What's the use of crying ♪

♪ You'll find that life is still ♪

♪ Worthwhile ♪

♪ If you'd just ♪

♪ Smile ♪

♪ Come on ♪

♪ Now show me a little smile ♪

You're gonna hurt yourself.

- You sure you don't want a hand?
- No, I'm good.

God, we went through so much wine.

Uh-huh.

Hey, Jason. It's John.

My dinner is done. I'm just at home.

Give me a call whenever.

Why are you calling
your flight instructor?

What are you talking about?
I talk to him all the time.

I have to log 40 more hours
before I'm instrument-rated.

You just crashed flying
that ridiculous lawn mower contraption.

I think it's obvious
you need a bit more time than that.

It's called a Buckeye,
and it's an entirely different machine.

Buckeyes have nothing to do
with airplanes.

Didn't you promise Caroline
you were done with flying?

Since when are you so concerned
with what Caroline wants?

What are you doing?

- I want my cigarettes.
- No, just sit. Sit. I'll get them for you.

I don't want you hobbling up the stairs.

They're not up the stairs.
They're in my room.

You know, if we left now,
we could probably catch the tail end

of that Vanity Fair party at Pravda.

John, you're not supposed
to be putting any pressure on that ankle.

No parties, no stairs, no flying lessons.

Well, we'll take a cab.
I can sit when I get there.

- Ugh. Fuck.
- I'm wiped.

But if you wanna go, you should go.

Wiped? It's not even 11:00.

Can you please stop with the candle?

Wait, is this a fight right now?

No, I'm fine.

What? What now?

Fine, if you want me to sit here
and beg you for it, I will.

Or we can just fast-forward to the part

where you tell me
exactly how it is I fucked up.

You told me to go work for Petra.

- When?
- Uh, thirty minutes ago,

at this dinner party
you insisted on hosting.

Petra was complaining
about how difficult it is to find

anyone with work experience willing
to build something from the ground up

and accept a pay cut,
and you started yelling at me for--

- I did not yell.
- Yeah, John, you were literally yelling.

And I know that because you were seated
at the other end of the table.

All I said was
that you had fashion experience

- and you didn't need money.
- PR.

- I have PR experience.
- At Calvin Klein.

Isn't that fashion? That's fashion.

Petra has a jewelry line, John.
I'm not a jewelry designer.

Well, I'm sorry for insinuating
that you have great taste.

Yeah, that qualifies me to buy jewelry.

Not make it.

It's humiliating getting pitched
for job after job

regardless of my interests
or qualifications.

- When have I ever--
- You do it all the time.

I mean, you practically shoved me

into André Leon Talley's lap
at that fundraiser.

- No, I did not.
- John, yes, you did.

You know, it makes me feel
like I am this dead weight

that you are desperate to shed.
You're just… You're…

You're getting wax all over the table.

I thought you hated this table.

What did you mean
I insisted on hosting this dinner party?

It was your idea, wasn't it?

Well, I knew better than to suggest
we go to a restaurant,

or anywhere else
other than this apartment.

Are you seriously that upset

that I organized a dinner party
for your friends?

It really bothers me when you do that.

Do what?

Delineate between my friends
and your friends.

We're a unit, John. They're our friends.

Okay, Carolyn.

- Pronoun rescinded.
- What are you doing?

Sorry if my grammar offended you.

Y-You seemed perfectly happy
holding court with my friends.

Yeah, well, they were bombarding me
with questions.

Yes.

And to be honest, I think people are
uncomfortable asking you

about what's going on in your life

'cause they're not sure
if you want to talk about it.

What do you mean
what's going on in my life?

You know, that you're still trying
to figure out your thing.

My thing.

You know, enough with this
relentless pressure to have a thing.

Why do I have to have a thing?

It's all I hear about
from your family and your friends

and-and the press, and especially you.

Because it's not enough
to just be a Kennedy, no.

No, you have to work at the NRDC
or make a documentary

or write a book about constitutional law.

I am 33 years old.
I've been working since I'm 15.

Can't my thing just be taking a beat

to settle into my marriage
and enjoy my life?

Is that what you're doing all day alone
in the apartment, enjoying your life?

I'm figuring it out.

And in the meantime,
I don't wanna just join some board

because it would make you feel better when
people ask me what I do at dinner parties.

I would think you, of all people,
should be able to understand that.

- Me, of all people?
- Yes, John.

You, of all people, should know
what this is like.

Instead, you just come at me
with all this unhelpful help,

like it's become a full-time job just…

just batting away this constant barrage
of indiscriminate suggestions

on how to fill my days, and-and…

and I… I feel guilty.

Because I know you think you're trying
to be helpful, but it doesn't…

It doesn't feel helpful.

It feels like you're judging me.

So, what am I supposed to do
when you complain

about how unmoored your life feels?

Just sit there and say nothing?

Yes. Yes.

Just say nothing.

Just… Just listen.

That's what I need from you.

I just need you to sit and listen
and let me feel lost.

Can I… Like, can I just… f-feel lost?

Can you please allow me the space
to do that?

Yes.

- Okay.
- Yes, I can do that.

You know, look, I get that it's daunting
to start over, but just look at my mom.

Oh, my God.

She was a lifelong reader
who became a book editor at the age of 46.

Forty-six. Yes, John, I know. I know.

All I'm saying is that she figured it out

despite public scrutiny
or the threat of public scrutiny.

John, it is impossible for me
to overstate just how aware I am

that your mother was
a very impressive woman.

Believe me, okay?

But do you think your mother could
have held a nine-to-five job in publishing

when she was married
to the most famous man on the planet?

- She did that when she was a widow.
- Enough! Enough about my mother.

- What? John, John, you brought her up.
- And now I'm saying to drop it.

- You mention my mother enough.
- Your mother's still here

- to defend herself.
- Mm-hmm.

You don't know how lucky you are
that I never introduced you to my mother

because she never
would have encouraged this.

Us.

Wow.

I mean, it's not
like I would have listened to her.

No, no. Yeah. Sure.

Maybe I should have listened to mine.

What?

My mother basically told me
I should end this.

When?

- At the wedding.
- All right. The speech.

No, no, it was earlier.

- That afternoon.
- What are you talking about?

Carolyn.

Carolyn, what are you talking about?

- Carolyn.
- My mother came into my room

the day of our rehearsal dinner
and warned me not to marry you.

She said that
you would never prioritize me,

that you'd always choose your job
or your family or yourself,

that you would never make space for me
in your life.

And I pushed back on her,
I told her she was wrong,

- and now… now I-I don't know that she was.
- Carolyn, I do make space for you.

No, John, John, I know you think you do,
but you're always out.

You come home at 11:00, at midnight.
Last night, you were home at 3:00 a.m.

Yeah, well, we're closing
the August issue of George.

You're always… Uh…

You're always closing the magazine.

Or you're out getting drinks
to celebrate closing the magazine,

or you're chasing some writer or investor,
or you're tearing up the layout,

and if it's not the magazine,
it's a Kennedy benefit

or a fundraiser or a Senate run.

So you don't support it.

I support you.

And I'd support it if I really thought
it was something you believed in,

but everything for you comes out
of this misplaced sense of obligation.

Like your lunch idea.

I specifically set aside
two lunches a week,

so that I can spend time with you.

That's not the same
as wanting to spend time with me.

- It's literally the same thing.
- No, lunch is a checkbox.

It's something you can tell yourself
to absolve yourself of guilt.

- What guilt?
- You don't want to be around me.

You don't want to talk to me.

Half the time,
you're sleeping in the other room.

I talk to you all the time.

No, John, you're not interested in me.

You don't solicit my advice.

You're not fascinated
by what I want to say.

You're not curious about me.

You talk to me just long enough
to keep the peace,

just long enough
to prevent more conversation.

You used to be desperate
to spend every single second with me,

and now you treat our marriage
like it's this layover

between places that you really want to be.

And I get it.

I imagine it's tough seeing
how unhappy you make me.

You know what?

It is.

And that's all I seem
to be capable of lately…

is disappointing people.

I spend all day fighting with publishers,
investors, bankers,

all telling me to take my magazine
out back and shoot it in the head.

And then I come home and I fight with you
about how I'm never home.

And then I go to bed each night
dreading the moment I get up

and having to do it all over again.

And the worst part about it is that
I wanna talk to you about all of this,

but you feel a million miles away.

You're here, but you're not here.

And I miss you, Carolyn.
I miss the person I fell in love with.

John, I'm right here.

I am the person you fell in love with.

But you don't want this version of me.

You want… You want the cold, unattainable,

shiny version, the-the version
of me that's like a trophy.

I mean, the moment I started
being vulnerable with you, you--

You think you're vulnerable with me?

To be vulnerable, you'd actually have
to want something and need something.

The only thing you seem to want to do is
tell me again and again and again

how much you hate our life.

I knew it. I knew it.
I should never have let my guard down.

I broke my own rule.
I'm so dumb.

- I've just been bracing myself.
- For what?

I'm always bracing myself, John.

I have spent my entire life
just bracing myself

for these terrible things to happen to me
and deal with them alone.

And this is no different from any of that.

You knew who I was before you married me.

God, I wish people
would stop telling me that.

No one knows who they're marrying.

Apparently not.

People are supposed to change, John.

I didn't.

You say that like it's a virtue,
like it's… like it's somehow commendable.

You haven't made any space
for me in your life.

Tell me one thing
that you have changed in your life

since we've been married.

You live in the same loft,
you have the same job, the same friends,

you spend the same weekends
at Red Gate or Hyannis,

the same schedule.

Everything in my life has changed.
Do you understand that?

That's your choice.

You act like every misfortune in your life

is the result of
some ultimatum I've given you,

like you have zero agency
in this relationship.

I didn't make you quit your job.
I didn't make you marry me.

I didn't tell you to let the tabloids
ruin your life. But you know what?

I think there's a part of you
that enjoys this shit with the press.

- Excuse me?
- Yeah, so you can lord it over me.

Punish me with it, fault me endlessly

for not controlling things
outside of my control.

You relish it.

It's like you have no identity
outside of your own victimhood.

Thank you. Thank you.
You love how hated I am.

Of course you do,
because you're America's son,

and I am just another tragedy
you bravely endure.

Well.
Yeah, I think I may have hit my limit.

What are you talking about?

John,
what are you talking about?

Maybe I've endured enough tragedy
for one lifetime.

Fuck.

John, come back.

John!

John, what are you doing?

What…

I can't keep doing this.

What are you talking about?

Doing what?
What are you… What are you talking about?

Everything and everyone I touch
falls apart,

and now this is falling apart too.

And I just think that if I stay, I'm gonna
do or say something that I'll regret.

L-Like what? Like what, John?

I'll be at the Stanhope.
Just a day or two.

No, J-John, just say
what you were gonna say.

There is nothing you can say to me

that would hurt me more
than you walking out that door.

Do you know what it's like
to see it in your eyes

that I'm failing at this marriage?

Like I failed as a lawyer
and now I'm failing as a magazine editor.

I couldn't help my mom.
And I can't help Anthony.

And I don't think
I can handle another failure right now.

No, John.

When I told you everything ends,
you said not us.

What happened to not us, John?

What happened to not us?
What happened to not us?

What happened to not us?

What happened to not us?

When I told you everything ends,
you said not us.

What happened to not us?

This isn't ending.

Yes, it is.

You're running away.

I don't want to keep hurting you, Carolyn.

I wanna be with you.

Then be with me.

I don't wanna fight.

You have to.

That's what people do.
They fight. They stay, they fight.

If we keep fighting,
we're gonna lose each other.

Please don't leave me.

Please.

Please don't prove my mother right.

I'm coming back, I promise.

I love you.