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- Sam? - Yes.

- You okay?

- Yeah.

I've just been down here a while.

- Uh, what--what are you-- what is this?

- Roger asked me to alphabetize these I-9s.

- Ah.

Okay, um, you know what? Let's--let's sit.

- Okay.

Yeah.

- I've got some difficult news.

And I hope you know how valuable

you've been to this firm.

You're very skilled. - Thank you.

Can you-- - Oh.

- Fuck.

Oh, my heart.

Can you--can you get some help?

- Hey, bud, you doing okay? - Oh, yeah. I'm good.

Uh, I-I was feeling sick, but I'm--

I'm okay. - Yeah?

- Yeah, I'm sorry if I freaked anyone out.

- Do you want to sit in the office for a minute?

- Oh, no, no, no. I'm fine.

Thank you. - Okay.

- Oh.

Thank you for your help.

- I'm glad you're feeling better.

- I am.

A lot better.

Um, could I--could I get you, like, a gift card

or a hat or something?

No, I should get going.

- Okay.

Thank you.

Mm.

- Oh, shit, dude!

- Can't you just bring them to Becky's?

David, we have theater tickets.

David?

Hello?

Hello?

Hi, Sam. - Hi.

- Nice to see you. - You too.

- Your head okay?

- Oh, yes, uh, thank you.

It--it was a mole.

- Oh, well, good for you.

Ugh.

How are your parents? - Oh, they're--they're good.

- Look at this.

I used to have cups that had a flat bottom.

Everybody left them around, so I thought,

I'm gonna get a cone-shaped cup.

And now they squish them, and they still leave them around.

You can't win, Sam.

- When was the last panic attack?

- When I left school, 2019.

- You depressed?

- Not really. - Good.

Smoking grass? - Sometimes.

- Doesn't help.

- Yeah.

- Nobody listens to me.

All right, what else?

- Um...

well, I-I think I'm struggling

with some OCD stuff.

- Here, fill this out.

What are the intrusive thoughts?

- I'd rather not discuss them.

- I've been in psychopathology for 50 years, Sam.

What are the thoughts?

- I did want to ask--

My mom mentioned that your parents

were killed in Auschwitz.

- My father. My mother, in Belzec.

- Yeah, I-I should go.

- Sit down.

- I can't share this, unfortunately.

- Now I'm truly interested.

- There are sort of, like, Holocaust elements to this.

- I'm trying to do my job, Sam.

Now, you pay me pretty well, so sit down.

Now, what are the thoughts?

- It's, uh--it's--it's-- it's incredibly inappropriate.

I think I suffer from internalized antisemitism.

- Wonderful. Go on.

- If, like, a Hasidic person is in front of me

at CVS or something,

I'll keep repeating, like...

in my head, um...

You know, I-I feel a little sick.

Um, I'll think, like, uh...

Kike whore.

- You say that out loud? - No. No.

- Is it just with the Haredi? - What?

- The Hasids, black hats.

- Oh.

Uh, it's...

- Jews in general?

- Yeah. - Hmm.

Just "kike whore"?

- Well, if I see, like, a...

secular Jew, I'll think, like, um...

Hook nose. - "Hook nose"?

- Yes. - Just "hook nose"?

- I'm really very ashamed to bring this to you.

- I'm sorry?

- Go hit your head against the wall.

- I-I don't understand.

- Don't worry about me.

Right?

Okay.

So you see a Jew, and these phrases come up.

Do they repeat? - Yes.

- You mean like,

kike whore, kike whore, kike whore, kike whore, kike whore?

- C-can you please stop?

- Or hook nose, hook nose, hook nose.

In a sentence?

Like, kike whore and the hook nose went for a latke?

- Please stop. - Now, look...

the best treatment for OCD

is conditioning yourself to the thoughts.

If you allow them to exist, they lose power.

- Do you think I'm antisemitic?

- I think you're an anxious Jew with mild OCD.

- "Mild"? - Mm.

- So--so you're not offended?

- I'm only offended you didn't let me roll

with the latke thing.

All right.

Single? - Yeah.

- For how long? - I don't know, a few years.

- You're attractive enough.

- Thanks.

Do you think it could be, like...

intergenerational trauma or... - Yeah, sure.

Now, let's talk meds.

- I-I just didn't have the Xanax on me.

- Now we're going to up the Effexor 150 milligrams.

It's good for obsessions at the higher level.

And you keep 2 milligrams Xanax on you.

- You don't take card, right?

- You all right?

- I just lost my insurance.

- I'm sorry to hear that.

- I-I'll have COBRA, I think, so...

- Yeah. We don't take insurance.

- Yes, I--

I just--I had something out-of-network,

but I'll send a check.

- Okay. - Thank you.

- Say hi to your parents. - I will.

- Do you babysit?

- Sorry?

- Do you babysit children?

- Um, well, uh...

- I'm sure you'd be wonderful.

David's in a pickle.

- Okay.

Wait, who? - Our son David.

He used to babysit you at the tennis club.

You remember?

The New Rochelle Racquet Club. - Oh.

- We used to drive up from the city.

- Okay. - David still plays.

Let me show you three delicious girls...

my granddaughters. - Oh, nice.

- This is Claire. She's 6.

That's Zoe. She's 8.

That's Emma. She's 11. - They're very--

- They're beautiful. - They're very cute.

- I take no credit.

- Oh, uh, well...

would that be right for a patient to, um...

- Well, we know your parents.

What? It's-- You're functional.

- Uh...

- Who are you?

- Um, I'm a family friend of your grandparents.

I-I'm here to babysit you.

Um...

what's your name?

- Claire Isabelle Finman.

- Cool.

I'm--I'm Sam Daniel Stein. - Daddy!

Daddy!

- David? - Come on up!

- Yes. Come on.

- Cool.

- Hey, man. - Hey.

- David. - I'm Sam.

- Hey. How you doing? - Good. Good.

- Sorry, I'm...

juggling, like, 15 things right now.

- That's no problem.

- Have you met the girls?

- Just, uh, Claire.

- That's Emma, doing an insane amount of homework.

Zoe's gaming.

She's a gamer.

Excellent!

- Can I go? - Wait a minute.

- Have we met?

- Like, uh,

at the New Rochelle Racquet Club maybe?

- Do you still play?

- Uh, not really.

- I want to play. - Leave me alone.

- Hey, say hello, girls.

- Hi.

- Your head okay, bud? - Oh, yeah.

I-I, like, fell off my bike.

Um, I mean, I-I was wearing a helmet,

but, you know, not, um...

tight.

- No, it's got to be snug, brother.

- Where's Mommy?

- On the Vineyard, love, at Mom-Mom and Pop-Pop's.

- I want to go to the Vineyard.

- I know. Me too.

Mommy needs a few days to relax.

It's no big deal.

My wife is--

Her parents are in New Zealand.

Our regular person's in Poland.

My parents are at a Hugh Jackman thing.

That's why we're in crisis.

- Oh.

- Is $300 enough?

Oh.

- It could be 2:00 or 3:00 in the morning.

- I mean, that--that seems, like, uh...

you know.

- Ain't gonna be easy.

I'm playing bass tonight with Warren Haynes's band

at the Beacon.

- Oh, cool.

- You know who Warren Haynes is?

- I-I am sorry, I don't.

- Gov't Mule.

- Oh, yeah.

Uh...

- You know the fucking Allman Brothers.

- Oh, no, I-I know the Allman Brothers, yeah.

- So my buddy is touring with Warren's band.

He threw his back out,

so I've been rehearsing with him all week.

- That's amazing.

- Okay, here's the spiel.

Claire's in bed at 8:30.

Zoe's in bed at 9:00. Zoe's allergic to peanuts.

There are none in the house, but here's her EpiPen.

No, I'm just kidding.

No, this--this lives in here.

- Okay.

- Um, Emma should be in bed 9:30.

They can read or badger you for 15 minutes,

but then it's lights out.

Got to be a little strict with 'em, my man.

- Yeah, okay.

- Um, there's mac and cheese on the stove.

Just heat it up for Zoe. - Okay.

- And I have your number, I think.

Is this is your...

That it? - Yeah.

Okay.

- He broke glass, Daddy! - Hi.

Uh, where's your broom?

- He broke glass! - What is the noise?

- Shh. - Hey, I'm very sorry.

- It's okay. Don't worry.

Maybe turn the stove down.

Yo, Zo-bot!

Looks like mac and cheese is ready.

- I don't want that.

- Just try it.

- Can I have ice cream? - I'm having ice cream.

- Yeah, after dinner. - I just want ice cream.

- Bowls are right up here.

Forks are in there.

She can do milk, water, Pellegrino.

- Can we have ice cream?

- Yeah, after your sister eats.

- We had dinner!

- Jesus.

Fine. - What?

- Um, this is hot.

Is he staying?

- Hey.

Please, please...

please be respectful.

Okay? - Okay.

- Promise? - Yeah, sure.

- Thank you, brother.

- ♪ Listen up now, listen to me ♪

♪ My girls in my band are family ♪

- Hurry up, T.K.. I'm already late.

- It's the last walk of our summer.

- You know, I-I think, uh...

I think "E.T." is on Netflix.

- What's "E.T."?

- Are you kidding?

D-do any of you know what "E.T." is?

- I know "E.T." - I know "E.T."

- You don't know "E.T." - Yes, I do!

- We should watch "E.T."

- Daddy says "E.T." is scary. - Really?

I wonder what he's referring to.

Like, when E.T. is hospitalized?

- Dude, shut up.

- Oh, um, sorry.

I-i-it's past your bedtime, Claire.

- I have the same bedtime as my sisters.

- No, you don't. - Mommy said.

- No, she didn't. Don't lie, Claire.

- I want Mommy!

- Can I have more ice cream? - Uh, sure.

- Can you get it? - No.

- Here we go again.

- Um...

are you all right, Claire?

- No!

I'm not lying!

- I believe you. I-I believe you.

Um, how about...

going to bed at 9:30 with your sisters?

- Is Mommy coming home? - I'm not sure.

- I want Mommy!

- Hey, um, do--do you have your mom's phone number?

- Yeah, it's on the fridge.

- Ow!

Fuck! Jesus.

- Mommy!

- Mommy?

Mommy?

- Hey, little one.

- Just taking a rest.

- I'm going to school, Mommy.

- I know.

Claire, baby, we're late!

- Go to your grandma, okay?

- Grandma, can I have more yogurt?

- No, no, we're leaving.

Where are your rain boots? Come on.

We're gonna be late. Claire!

- I don't need my rain boots.

- Kim Eisner's office. This is Julie.

- Um, hey, Julie. It's Dianne Cohen.

- Hey, Dianne. - Hey.

I'm not seeing Kim.

We're supposed to be having brunch.

- She's coming from an agency meeting.

Should be there any minute.

- We were out in Malibu for the whole weekend,

like, way past Zuma.

You know, what's that beach where all the surfers go?

It's like, past Zuma. You know what I'm talking about?

You know what I'm talking about.

Anyway, it was at this, like, huge, gorgeous house

right on the beach-- like, a huge celebrity.

I'm not allowed to tell you.

They made us fucking sign NDAs.

Doesn't matter. Anyway--

- I did want to chat about something.

I've just--I'm feeling a little discouraged.

- Oh, you mean acting-wise?

- Yeah.

- Let's process.

- Thank you. - Sure.

- Um...

Basically, I feel like nothing's happening.

And nothing's gonna happen.

- Well, I mean...

Uh, can you say more? 'Cause--

I ran into Bob Hempel

at the gym the other day,

and he didn't even fucking recognize me, Kim.

How is that possible?

I won an Obie for that shithead.

- He has Alzheimer's, Dianne. - What?

- Heartbreaking.

- Oh, God.

- His family's having a hard time.

- Jesus. - Can I get some coffee?

- I'm so sorry. I mean--

- All right, what else?

- Ah...

I don't know. - Listen...

it's gonna take a little time, babe.

We're reintroducing you to everyone.

- I just thought it would move a little faster.

- No, I know.

I still think creating content is a great idea.

You know, a-a podcast or a pilot.

It's just--it's good to have something.

- I think I just want auditions.

- If I could say, hey, check out

this hilarious pilot Dianne wrote--

- Kim...

am I too old? - What?

Absolutely not.

- I look in the mirror, and I just--

It doesn't-- it doesn't seem right.

And yet, I look at other women who did stuff,

you know, a decade ago, and it doesn't seem right.

But I just-- - Okay, I know.

Here's what's not gonna happen.

You're not gonna touch your face.

You are fucking gorgeous, Dianne.

You're a real-ass woman...

stunning.

Could you just give me one second?

Yeah?

Yeah, of course, put him on.

Okay.

Yeah? Great.

So what do you want to do?

- Hey! Hey, look!

Mommy!

- Hi!

Oh, my goodness.

Mwah. How's your day?

- Can we go to EuroPan? - Sweetie, not today.

You know what? 'Cause I have to go see your teacher.

- Why?

- To talk about you, oh, and this one.

- I got you!

- Sam is gonna take you home. - Can you take us?

- Hi. - Hi.

- Oh, yes!

Still free tonight?

- Yep, uh, nothing going on.

- Oh, aren't we lucky that Sam has nothing going on?

All right.

I'll see you later.

I'll text you. - Yeah, yeah, great.

- Bye, Mom. - Bye, Mommy.

- Sam, come on.

- Okay. Hold-- Ba, ba, ba.

- Hey, my wife's right over there.

L train.

Did you get my text?

Half an hour at Metropolitan Ave

with my dick in my hand,

looking up at a little screen says five minutes.

L train service is a nightmare.

- Please stop saying L train.

- I'm really sorry.

Not my choice to stay at Daniel's.

- I need to order.

- Is this good?

What is it? - I don't know.

- Thanks. - Mm-hmm.

- So my mom says

she's not allowed to pick up the girls from school.

- Not true at all.

Sam's helping me with pickups. She's there in the morning.

- Who?

- Who what? - Who's Sam?

- I've told you 15 times. - What, my dad's patient Sam?

- The young Jewish guy your mom found.

- Oh, no, that's a terrible idea.

- You hired him.

- Dandelion greens?

- Thank you.

- I mean...

here two nights, and...

I wanted to come home.

- I can't sleep. I need to be alone.

It's really not personal.

- It feels personal.

I miss my girls.

- You'll see them tomorrow...

and--and on Sunday at City Winery.

- The tempeh medallions and the black-bean burger

with yam fries. - Thank you.

- There's something that I want to discuss with you.

- Discuss.

- Well, now that I've done a couple of months

of this East Coast tour,

Warren asked me to join in Australia.

- When?

- May through July.

A couple dates in New Zealand.

Like the Moscow Chekhov thing that you did.

- In 2003? - Yeah, it was good for us.

- We weren't even married.

- I would definitely be on the Vineyard in August.

Anyway, I'm--I'm ready to say no, so...

Yeah, I'll stay. I'll stay.

- Can you give me 3 seconds? - Of course.

I mean...

I know it's crazy.

- Go.

- Ah, just-- Mm.

- I want you to go.

- Just think on it. - Trust me. I want you to go.

It's a big deal.

- All he could do was say,

"Frank oo berry mush,"

through his clenched teeth and get up and leave.

He tried to do so with dignity.

Then he stumbled down the stairs in a daze.

- I want to go to sleep now.

Dr. DeSoto and his assistant

had outfoxed the fox.

Fuck.

- You need a hand? - Uh, no, no, no.

Thank you.

- How'd they do? - You know, good.

I, uh, I-I made some granola.

- Wow. Nice.

- I could make you one if you want.

- I'm okay.

- I can also, like, you know, take it to go.

- Please, enjoy.

- Thank you. - Mm-hmm.

- Okay.

- When is this from?

- Oh, like, um...

2004.

- Jesus.

It looks vintage.

Do I sound angry?

No.

- I love Eddie James Olmos.

- Oh, me too.

It's really, uh, his show and, um, Mary McDonnell.

- Wait. Who's she?

- The president of the colonies.

- "Passion Fish."

- What? - Such a good movie with her.

- Oh.

I'll watch it.

- You don't have a partner, Sam?

- Uh, not at the moment.

You're kind of nice to be around.

- Thank you.

You know, um...

um, "Battlestar Galactica,"

um, sort of...

helped me through my first depression.

- Mm-hmm.

- I think--I think it'd be fun to watch.

- Aren't we watching it right now?

- I mean, like, the--the series.

I-I have it on Blu-ray.

I could, you know, bring it over.

- I wouldn't want to mess with your Blu-rays, Sam.

- You wouldn't.

Do you have a Blu-ray player? - I don't know.

- I could, uh...

I could pick one up for you. They're pretty cheap.

- It's okay.

I should call you an Uber. - Oh.

Oh, oh, I mean, I-I can take the train.

- Absolutely not.

What's your address?

- Oh, uh, 30-96 15th Street...

Astoria.

- Nine minutes.

- Cool. Thank you.

- I got that.

- Oh, cool. - It was delicious.

- Hey, it's me.

Do you know what turkey neck is?

- The area where the tapes are to be placed

must be dry and free of oil. - Oh, my God.

Okay. - Are you free of oil?

- It's okay. - Over your ear or--

- Yeah, over the top of my ear.

- Am I hurting you? - No, that's fine.

Maybe try to go up a little more so it's, like, up.

Do I have, like, a bunch of flyaways? Are we good?

- What are--what? - Hairs that are--

- No hairs like that. - Errant hairs.

- Oh, um, ah, flyaways.

- Hi, I'm Dianne Cohen. I'm 5' 6".

I live in New York City, and I'm with the Gersh Agency.

- That was great. That was great.

- Maybe just leave a little more space after, so--

'Cause we're gonna cut it together

in the end. - Okay.

- Hi, I'm Dianne Cohen. I'm 5' 6".

I live in New York City, and I'm with the Gersh Agency.

I feel like I got it. - Good. Good. Good. Good.

Fuck.

I-I wasn't recording it, though.

Can we do it one more time?

I'm so sorry.

- Don't worry about it.

You know what? Let's just do the dumbass scene.

Are you gonna press record this time?

- You got it. - Is this all fakakta?

- No, good, good.

I am recording. - Okay.

- The--the substructure is incredibly incomplete,

as if God decided to cut corners rare metals-wise.

- Guess what, Pinky.

I'm pretty much fine with that.

- You want to stay here? - Why not?

- Because this planet sucks

and we can't find anything to build with.

- Whatever planet I'm on, Pinky...

my shit follows my ass.

- Wait. So when did you and your husband split up?

- 2067.

It lasted three years.

Not his fault.

My dad's really...

who was...

a truly unreachable bastard.

Jimmy was kind. He was a catch.

But I'm just--I'm not...

A nice person.

The truth is...

I'm not good for anyone.

And then when Jimmy got political, it was...

- He was Imperium, right?

- You know what? Just let's fucking forget it.

Forget it. - Wait, you're--you're great.

- I'm gonna pass.

- On the role? - Mm-hmm.

Want to go to a movie?

- Um, uh...

yeah, yes.

Like...

today you mean?

- Now?

Mommy!

Mommy!

Hey, it's Dianne.

Please leave a message, and I'll call you back.

- Mommy, Sam fell on a hill, and he was crying,

and it was really scary.

- Claire?

- Zoe!

- Zoe, I'm just up from my nap.

- Sam is dying, Pop-Pop!

- "Dying"?!

- Hi, Pop-Pop! - Hi, Pop-Pop!

- Looks alive to me. - Hi, Lenny.

I'm feeling a lot better.

- This is Tea Hill Farm, not your property.

- Uh...

- How old are you? - Nine.

- Eight! - Basically nine.

- An eight-year-old walking alone?

- Nine. - Eight!

- Have you had any water? - No.

- When's the last time

that any of you had a glass of water?

Terrific.

I'll take you to Vineyard Hospital.

- I'm okay, Lenny, really.

It--it was a panic attack, I believe.

I-I-I'm very sorry about this.

- Hi.

Where is he? - He could have killed them.

- What are you talking about?

You okay? - Yeah.

- You sure? - Mm-hmm.

- Hi. - Hi.

- How you doing? You okay? - Yeah. Yeah.

- 'Cause we can go to Martha's Vineyard Hospital.

It's really good. - I really feel fine now.

- You sure? You had some water?

- Everyone has had water. - Thank you, Dad.

- Hi. I'm so sorry.

Um, we were just wondering if we could, um, like,

get an autograph. - Oh.

- Yeah. I'm sorry it's just a napkin, but--

- Sure. Yes. - We love you.

- Thank you.

- "Bless This Mess" is my bedtime show.

- Aw. - So...

- What--I don't know that one.

- That--Oh.

Oh, sorry. Are you not Lake Bell?

- Oh.

Oh. Um... - Oh, shit.

I'm sorry. I'm sorry. I-- - No, no.

- You look so much like her, so I just thought--

- Thank you.

I mean, she's a little younger.

- I mean, if you're gonna look like an actor,

she's really hot, and she's really fun.

- Weirdly, I'm actually an actress, too.

- I'm so sorry. I-- Enjoy your ice cream.

- Want some, Mommy?

What's "Bless This Mess"?

- Can someone please tell me what happened?

- Zoe wanted pizza. - No, I didn't!

- Yes, you did! - We all wanted pizza.

- Pizza was your idea. - Pizza's not a problem.

- Pop-Pop, we all wanted pizza.

We were walking to West Tisbury,

and he fell down.

He was crying and breathing really weird.

He said he was having a heart attack,

so I called 911.

- There wasn't any service, so Zoe went to get Mommy.

- Sounds like what happened was,

Sam thought that he was having a heart attack,

but, really, he was having a panic attack,

which is a mental-health issue.

Remember how we've talked about Mommy and mental health?

Hey, I know it was scary, but he's okay.

Look at him.

Right?

Everybody's fine.

I'm really proud of how you girls behaved.

- Thanks, Mommy. - Every last one of you.

- Thank you, Mommy. - Yeah.

- You did the exact right thing.

- He said...

He said he was in love with Mommy.

- Oh.

- Get in the car. I want him out of here.

- Dad, can you not? You're being insane.

- I want him off island. - No.

Sam, here, I'll take you home.

You--you take these guys after they're done

with their ice cream.

- I'm really very sorry.

- It's okay.

No one got hurt.

- I think Lake Bell kind of sucks.

- Oh, my God.

- Sorry.

- Oh, Jesus. - I'm sorry.

- It...

- Um...

- Can I help?

- I-I was just...

passing by.

C-can I sit a minute?

- Be my guest.

- Well, what are you reading?

- "Man's Search For Meaning."

- Mm.

- It's, um, by a psychiatrist

who survived four concentration camps.

- Wow. - It's a laugh riot.

- Really?

I mean, I don't know. - I'm trying to...

Get a wider lens.

- Sounds like something I could read.

I wonder if they have it at the library.

- Does my mom know how much you like the Chilmark Library?

- I'm not sure.

- You know she worked there for 30 years?

- Really? - Yeah.

- Wow.

Yeah, they have a lot of your movies there.

- Yeah, she ordered those.

Oh.

- You know, I, um...

I-I-I wanted to tell you

I lov--I really loved, um...

"Failing Upwards."

- You--you watched that? - Yeah.

Yeah, it was very good. - Oh. Thank you.

- It was really funny.

You're--you're really funny. - Thank you.

- Um...

I also watched, uh, "Heretics."

- What? - Yes.

That--that--that-- - No!

- You know, very--very unique.

Um...

No, really, I-I liked it.

Uh, you and Steven Weber have great chemistry.

Stop.

- I'm serious.

I mean, like...

you're--you're a great actor.

- Thank you.

I-I'm--I'm realizing that this can't be a thing.

- I understand.

- You're gonna find a lovely girlfriend, Sam.

- Um...

I mean, I-- I mean, I...

I just kind of want to be with you.

- Should you maybe go home?

- You mean, like, to New York?

I don't know.

Uh...

I'll be fine.

- Okay.

- I'll, uh...

I'll--I'll to my quarters.

Jesus.

- I've never seen anybody-- - You guys are so impatient.

It wasn't that long a drive.

- That's all right. I can get out by myself.

- Ugh!

You know, I'm not a paper doll.

When you get out when you're as short as I am,

you have to jump. - I know.

- Oh, thank you.

- Well, he should have given you a hand.

- No, he didn't at all. - This is classic.

- Hey, sweetie.

Freddie. - Here we go.

Here we go again. - Shh.

- Oh, my God. - David.

- Fred! - Quiet!

David. - Come on.

- Get the fuck over here.

- What do you got?

- Yellow-bellied sapsuckers--

a pair.

Take a look. Two.

Two.

- Oh, yeah.

You know what else I see? - What?

- You guys!

I got you!

Oh!

- Get him, kids. - He means it.

- I've missed you guys so much.

- Hey! Oh!

- Thought we'd never make it, eh?

- Welcome. - Yeah.

What's on your face? It's like, fluffy.

- It's hair. I grew it.

- Sam?

Hey. - Lauren.

- Oh, my--do you spend the summers up here, too?

- Oh, no, no, no, um-- Do--do you?

- Uh, yeah. My parents have a house in OB.

- Oh, wow, that-- that's awesome.

- Yeah, it's nice. Um...

Oh.

You have kids.

- Oh, uh, no. No, no, no.

Um, I'm just working for a family out here.

- Oh, like--like, family law or--

- Uh, no, no.

Uh, I'm, like, kind of a nanny.

- Oh.

- Yeah. Uh...

- Cool. - Yeah.

Yeah, it--it--it's fun. - Nice.

- Hey. - Oh, hey.

- You all right? - Oh, yeah, yeah, I'm fine.

- Okay. - Um...

- Do you still smoke?

- Yes.

- Wish I didn't have to work all the fucking time.

- Yeah, but that's a really great firm.

- Thanks.

- What was your boyfriend's name again?

- Isaiah. - Isaiah.

Oh.

- Good old Isaiah.

Are you guys, like--

are you still together?

- Like, are we married? Is that what you mean?

Oh, my God! Whoa!

- Mazel tov. That's wonderful. - Thanks. Yeah.

He got a good one. - Wow. Is he out here?

- Yeah. He's on the beach with my dad.

- Mm.

- I mean, weren't you on the Law Review at Fordham?

- My second year. - Right.

Then you, what, dropped out?

- Uh, I took, like, a leave of absence.

For 3 1/2 years?

- Well, you know, I, uh...

I had some, um...

some, like, mental-health stuff?

So I didn't... - Oh.

- You know. - Oh, shit. Sorry.

- I was gonna come back, but...

Um...

- Damn.

- I'm, like, really high.

- Oh, okay. - Yeah.

- Well, here, hand me that. - Okay.

- Got the lighter? - Um...

Yeah, I'm, like-- You know, I just get, like--

Mm.

- Let's do one more.

You know...

I always thought of you as this, like...

kind of...

hotshot tax lawyer.

- Thank you.

- I thought my touring days were long gone.

I'm more of a sound engineer,

producer kind of guy now.

So... - Are you serious?

- That's very sad.

- I was third in line to play bass at one of his gigs.

They went to the first guy.

He got sick.

They went to the second guy...

And there was a minute where-- - I want him out.

- Dad. - What?

- Hi, Sam.

- And then at the last minute, he played.

- What was your favorite stop on the tour?

- Oh, he loved New Zealand.

- Mm. Amazing crowds.

- You must feel like a real rock star.

- He is a real rock star.

- Would it be all right if we invited Sandy Cohn over

for Shabbos dinner? - He's not far.

- Sure.

- He's just over shingles.

- You know what they say about shingles?

Don't get 'em.

- I know a few people who have shingles.

It's just terrible. - Jesus, really?

- Hideous. - I'm texting him.

- Oh, I'll pick him up in the 900.

- So painful. The worst.

- Anybody want to turn these into Tom Collinses?

I brought some amazing craft gin.

- That's the goyest thing I've ever heard in my life.

Well, you don't get one.

- Also, it's 11:30. - Is it?

- Yeah.

- Wow.

I'm all fucked up.

- Make sure David brings a hat.

- Yes, I know.

Hey. - Hi.

David.

- David! - God.

Ow! - Ow!

- Babe. - Sorry. Too rough.

- Just be more gentle. - Sorry. Sorry.

You look insane.

I mean--

- What, you don't like it?

- No, I--

- People like it.

- I just have to get used to it.

- You look great. - Ugh, no, I don't.

- You do.

You got the...

Vineyard glow.

- Why are you drinking?

- What, this?

It's a summer drink.

Sorry. I'm just...

I'm sort of...

Yeah, I'm sort of overflowing.

You know, just, like...

just coming down off the high, you know?

- Yeah, okay.

- Anyway, I'm so happy to be here.

- Good.

- Can I have a normal hug?

Tickles.

Wanna fuck?

No.

- Okay.

- We're gonna, uh, walk to the Chilmark Store

with your parents, so...

come down.

- Swim with the dolphins.

- Wait. I'm gonna be the dolphin.

I'm gonna launch her. One, two, three.

- Ow!

- Anyone want to go for a walk to the Chilmark Store?

- Mm. - Mm, not really.

Oh, the net came off. - Ah.

Ah!

- Girls, I think it would be really nice

to spend a little bit of time

with Grandpa Fred and Grandma Helen.

Please?

- I'm gonna put it in a shirt.

Ya! - Okay.

- You okay? - Oh. Yeah.

- I'm just going to get in my scuba shirt.

- So who's your lady here?

- I was just married. - Oh.

Mazel tov.

- I'm passing on the store.

I need to expend energy.

Sam, you ball?

- Uh...

s-sort of.

- Really?

- Community center. Let's roll.

- All right.

- And a seashell. Swim, swim, swim.

Ah!

- Okay, ready? One, two, three, explode!

- Flying baby! Wah!

- Yeah, I'd say it's more of a contact sport than you think.

- Whoa. - Oh!

Oh, shit! - Ow.

- Come on! Come on!

Oh!

- Huh. Um...

- Oh.

So how's it been going?

Oh, uh, it's been, you know, great.

Really fun.

- Yeah? - Yeah.

- She's pretty attractive, no?

- Wait.

Wha--Who? - My wife.

- Oh, um...

W-wait, what?

- She was in--in movie-star territory early aughts.

- Right. Yeah, yeah. No, of course.

I mean, I'm, like, a fan. - Oh, are you a fanboy?

Fanboy.

- No, no, I'm--I'm like, just, you know, a fan of cinema.

- Is it going okay with her?

- Oh, ye--yes. Yeah.

Um, she's a good communicator, good mother.

- That career...

creates a void that can't be filled, brother.

- What do you mean? - Acting.

It's a void.

- Oh.

Okay.

- Dianne had this little arc

on that show "Pythagoras" with Jeremy Irons in Hungary.

I flew out there.

She'd stopped eating,

wouldn't leave her room,

said she couldn't finish the show,

like it would be hurting herself...

because the writing was so bad.

- Whoa.

- They adjusted her meds and picked it up in reshoots.

- I mean, that--that's good.

- That was her last job.

That was 2011.

Oh!

- Freebie?

- Yeah, go for it.

Psyche!

Oh.

- Found it!

Oh, um...

before I forget, I-I did want to, you know,

apologize for yesterday.

Basically, I forgot my medication.

- What?

- Oh, um, I thought Dianne told you?

I was walking the girls to get pizza,

and I had an anxiety attack.

And, you know, they-- everyone's fine.

I mean, it just sort of freaked them out.

- What medication? - Xanax?

I-I usually keep it in my wallet, but...

but I forgot that as well.

- So how were you gonna pay for the food?

- I wouldn't have been able to.

Are you kidding?

- I'm really...

very sorry.

- Cheers to all of you. - Cheers to everybody.

- L'chaim. - L'chaim. Yes.

- L'chaim.

- My day is very simple.

I paint till lunch.

- That's a good schedule. - That's fantastic. Fantastic.

- I'm right outside Aquinnah.

- I brought the girls

to that little Native American village.

- They should have their casino.

- Toby likes traffic.

- Well, it's a small price to pay for what we've done.

- Sandy, I hate to tell you this,

but I'm a conservative.

- Oh, I know. - I'm a minority.

- Oh, Dad, never say that, never, ever.

- I am, in Chilmark, in the city.

- You and Dershowitz.

- I never liked Trump. - Dad.

- I run a wildly successful holding company.

I support Israel.

- Hey, hey, hey, no Israel. - No Israel?

Israel keeps the fucking gas chambers closed, darling.

- Leonard. Jesus.

- Um, i-is more ice cream okay?

- I don't think...so - Sure.

- Okay.

- He's related? - He takes care of the kids.

- Yeah, he's wonderful. - He's our manny.

- Yeah. - Manny.

Very clever.

- Is it? - You prefer babysitter?

- Oh, uh... - Well, I like au pair.

- A thoughtful man caring for the children--

it's terrific.

- I will say, m-manny's not my favorite.

- No, I think it's sexy.

- Oh, yes, very sexy to see a man with children.

- Do you have a girlfriend?

- Oh, you've discussed his sexuality?

- Boyfriend? - Trans?

- Ooh.

- Sam, "Moana"!

- Ugh. - I'll just go. I got it.

- Sam!

- I'm coming. - Nice guy.

- Yeah, he's lovely.

- He grew up at our tennis club

with David and his sister, Becky.

- Please stop saying that.

- Why?

- Because she made it up.

- No, I didn't.

- Becky has no idea who this kid is.

- "This kid"?

- Well, how old is he?

- 33? 34?

- Wow.

That makes it even weirder.

- I didn't know he was that old.

- Well, he looks 25.

- He looks like Cousin Joel.

Oh, stop.

- He--he does!

He totally does! - Mm-mm.

- Stop it. - Who's Cousin Joel?

- My Tanta Golda's grandson. They live in Baltimore.

He's very, very troubled.

Never been married.

It doesn't make him, you know, bad.

- Well...

I think Sam is handsome and capable.

Is Cousin Joel those things?

- Cousin Joel is a sex offender.

- You want to slow down a little?

- Hey, Sandy...

Did you know

that he's one of my father's psychiatric patients

or that he had a nervous breakdown

walking my children home from camp?

- Who, Joel? - Sam!

- No.

- That's true.

Cheers.

- I knew this would come back and bite me in the ass.

Never--never was I involved with a patient.

I've been in practice 50 years.

We had theater tickets.

They could take me to court. - What? No.

- Well, they could have been killed, babe.

- He forgot his meds.

- We should worry about his meds?

- He should have had his benzodiazepine.

- It was a mistake.

- He's infatuated with you.

- Dad. - Lenny.

- What?

- Nothing.

Oh, my God, nothing.

When he had the little episode,

he told the girls he loved them.

- And you.

He told them he was in love with you!

What the fuck?

- I think I'll excuse myself. - Sit down!

- David. - Hey. Really?

What is wrong with you?

- With me? - Yeah.

- I am gone three months...

earning money for this family--

not--not Papa Cohen's money, our money!

- Ah, okay, that must have felt nice.

- And you're here flirting with Cousin Joel?

- Should we call it?

- Yeah.

- Did you fuck the manny?

Did you?

- Yes, David.

Because no one ever looks at me,

and I'm being looked at.

And not only that, but he thinks I'm funny.

And--and--and it's not just because I'm paying him.

He actually thinks I'm a very funny person.

I don't have to do anything.

I don't have to fucking do anything.

So whatever cocktail you've got him on, keep it up,

because I am 51 years old

and on about 700 pounds of Lexapro,

and just thinking about him makes me wet.

David!

- David! - David!

- Where are you going? - Where are you going?

You can't drive now!

You've been drinking!

David!

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

You're not going anywhere. - Leave me alone.

- I said you are not going anywhere!

David! - No!

- Get out! Get out!

David!

You're drunk!

You're drunk!

Come on!

- David!

- ♪ When I poured my heart out ♪

♪ Blood flowed ♪

♪ I planted you ♪

♪ Watered you with tears ♪

♪ And watched you ♪

♪ Grow ♪

♪ Away from me ♪

♪ So much for my green thumb ♪

- Hey. Beantown traffic, dude.

That's Jenny. - Hi.

- Hi. Sam.

- It's so nice to meet you. - Nice to meet you.

- Yeah. - Sorry, man.

We took the scenic route.

- Could you just, uh, open the trunk?

- Yeah, yeah, yeah.

- So you were mannying? - Mm-hmm.

I'm sorry you didn't get to come out to the island.

- Oh, yeah, no worries.

Um...

Cape Cod is super...

Nice. - Yeah, it's pretty nice.

- Man, I just took a wicked dump.

- How--how long have you been dating?

- Six weeks. - Yeah.

- Yeah.

Yeah, it's really fast for me, poop-wise.

Um...

- So, uh, what were the kids like?

- Oh, they--they were very nice, you know?

Three girls.

- Three? - Yeah.

- Holy shit. How old? - Um, 6, 8, and 11.

Are they obsessed with you?

- Uh...

I-I don't know.

- Did you, like, kill one of 'em?

No.

Um...

- Well, I-I mean, I guess I nearly killed all of them.

- Oh, fuck. Really?

- I had, like, a panic attack...

walking them home from camp.

- Shit.

- You know, I thought I was dying, and I--

I told the girls I was in love with their mother.

- Jesus.

Are you?

- I don't know.

She told the entire family that we'd been having sex.

And then her husband,

who was, like, really drunk,

crashed his car into a historic post office.

Oh, my God.

- Y'all were fucking? - No.

No, we--we weren't.

- Sorry, what? - We, like...

we--we kissed once. - Nice.

- She sounds like a sociopath.

- Is the husband okay? - Cervical fracture.

- Damn.

- It's not--not great.

- Shabbat Shalom. - Shabbat Shalom!

- Ow! - Hey.

- Mommy!

- Bye-bye! - No!

- Oh, my God! Hi, babies!

- Aunt Becky! - Aunt Becky!

- Hi! Hi.

Oh, girls, how are you?

How was the summer?

- I did so much dancing. - It was so fun!

We went swimming in a lake.

- Hi, Eliju! What are you eating?

- Rugelach.

- Oh, before lunch even?

- Yeah. - What is the big idea?

- Hi, friend. Hi. - Hey.

- Hi. - Hey.

- Hey.

Are you gonna give Darth Vader a hug?

Go say hi to your daddy.

- What's Darth Vader? - "Star Wars"!

- Go on.

Hi. - Hi.

- Does it hurt? - Yeah.

- I was on call.

If he had to stay, it was a bummer.

- Mm.

- Jennifer's a doula.

- Yes, I know that, Helen.

She was my doula. - No.

- Yes, with Claire.

- Yep, VBAC after two C-sections.

- What is VBAC?

- Oh, uh, Vaginal Birth After C-section.

- Mm, terrific.

- It's very rare after two. - Both of mine were vagina.

48 miserable hours with David, remember?

But this one, piece of cake. - Duh.

- Becky's been my doula.

- You've been staying here with him?

- Yeah, I had sick days, so...

Mm.

- I've been surrounded by many doulas.

- Painkillers. He'll pipe down.

No, no, I just mean, like...

Everyone in the family is like a doula to...

to me.

The kids and...

Dad.

- Huh?

Uh-huh.

- Hi.

Seems like you're doing a little better.

- I can't fucking shit.

I'm eating.

And I keep eating.

I don't understand.

- Are you taking a stool softener?

- Yes.

- Bagels, I think, can be kind of, like...

They can slow things down.

Want to come home?

- Do you want this?

Do the girls?

- Of course.

- I think I might dump.

- And then we got very similar results

from completely different research.

- Wow. - Yeah.

Get the blood work. - Yeah, yeah, I-I will.

Bye. - Bye-bye.

- Jesus. - I'm sorry.

- Jesus. - I'm sorry. I'm so sorry.

Sorry, sorry.

Hi. - Hi.

- Hey.

It's good to see you. - You--you too.

- Are you free?

- Oh, uh, aren't you--

- Oh, yeah. I mean in an hour.

- Um... - Coffee?

- Yeah.

- There's a little diner at the end of the block

on the corner. - All right.

- I'm...

- Dianne. - Hi.

Yes.

- You two know each other?

- Yeah. - Mm-hmm. We--

- Shall we? - Yes.

- Bye.

- You--you did fine with Prozac for the first two pregnancies,

but Prozac stopped working after Claire.

You added Zyprexa, which didn't help.

Added Effexor. Got a rash.

Celexa didn't help,

but you did get something from Lexapro.

You paired it with Adderall, but that kept you up.

You added Wellbutrin, which did help.

Okay.

And trazodone for sleep.

- Yes. - Mm-hmm.

Well, this is all to ask how you're doing.

I'm okay. - Mm-hmm.

- It's mostly the sleep stuff...

- Mm-hmm.

- And the lowish-level depression.

- Mm-hmm.

Any suicidal ideation?

- No, not recently.

- Past six months? - No.

I mean...

it crosses my mind but not in a serious way.

- Do you have any plans to kill yourself?

- No. - No.

Are you in psychotherapy?

- Uh, no.

- Have you been in psychotherapy?

- Yes. - Oh.

How long? - A long time.

- How long with the last person?

- Dr. Klein, 15 years.

- 15 years.

Why did you leave him?

- Because it wasn't really helping me.

It was hard to listen to myself--

very boring, very repetitive.

Dr. Klein was a trouper.

- You feel you bored Dr. Klein?

- I know I did.

- How do you know?

- There are some things you just know.

I'm a wealthy white woman.

I've made six figures from my father's business

since I was three years old, like Donald Trump.

And I pretty much always feel like a victim...

like real victims.

I haven't worked in ten years.

I haven't had sex in five years.

I'm an actor.

You'll kill yourself.

- Your privileges make you...

undeserving of care?

Yeah.

Somewhat.

- What if this was happening to a friend?

- Like, a rich, unemployed actor friend?

- Well, sure.

- I don't really have those people in my life.

- Friends?

- More coffee?

- Oh, uh, yeah. Thank you.

- Dessert?

- Uh, sure... rice pudding?

- Whipped cream?

- Hi. - Oh.

- I'm so sorry. We went over. If you have to go--

- No, no, no, don't worry about it.

I-I'm free. - Okay.

- Can I get you anything? - Coffee would be great.

Thank you.

Hi. - Hi.

Dr. Greene seems cool.

- Yeah.

Is it appropriate for us to be--

- Oh, I-I'm just seeing her while Fred's in Chile.

- Oh. Oh, oh, oh.

- She's his backup. - Okay.

- Here you go. - Thank you.

I'm so sorry.

- Oh.

It's okay.

- I was...

unhinged.

- I'm fine.

- Still... - Really.

- Okay, good.

- I mean, I guess I am kind of curious

why you said we'd been sleeping together?

- I don't know.

I...

Regret it.

- I was--I was kind of flattered.

- We owe you money. - That's--

No. - No, no, no, no.

- It's fine, really. - How much?

- Um...

like, $2,500?

- Here you go.

- Sorry.

- Thank you.

How's--how's David doing?

- He's home. A lot better.

- Oh, that's really good to hear.

I wasn't in the best place

to be taking care of children.

- Is anyone?

- I mean...

I-I acted kind of crazy.

I watched all your movies and television appearances,

and... - Oh, well--

- You know, I watched, um...

"Rikki Tikki Tower." - Oh, God.

- That is not in the Chilmark Library.

- Museum of Television and Radio.

- You went there? - I went there.

Y-you can't take anything out.

You have to--You know, like, they have little cubicles.

You put on earphones.

Um...

that was a very ambitious project.

- I'm shocked it was on PBS... - Yeah.

- On children's television.

I mean, how old were you?

- Who knows?

- Well, you were very cute.

Thank you.

I have a girlfriend. - Oh.

Wow.

That's great. What's her name?

- Katie.

She lives near my parents in Connecticut.

Um...

I'm--I'm living there.

- How'd you meet? - Met--met on Hinge.

- Oh, great. That's great.

- Yeah.

- Good for you.

- You know, um...

I'm grateful to have been close to you...

You know, and--and the girls.

Do you want to eat this? - Yeah, sure do.

- Okay.

Just sort of sitting there.

- ♪ If I was ♪

♪ The Grand Canyon ♪

♪ I'd echo ♪

♪ Everything you say ♪

♪ But I'm just me ♪

♪ I'm only me ♪

♪ And you used to love me ♪

♪ That way ♪

♪ So you know how to love me ♪

♪ That way ♪

♪ If I was ♪

♪ Paul Bunyan ♪

♪ I'd carry you ♪

♪ So far away ♪

♪ But I'm just me ♪

♪ I'm only me ♪

♪ And you used to love me ♪

♪ That way ♪

♪ So you know how to love me ♪

♪ That way ♪

♪ If I was ♪

♪ The Grand Canyon ♪

♪ I'd echo ♪

♪ Everything you say ♪

♪ But I'm just me ♪

♪ I'm only me ♪

♪ And you used to love me ♪

♪ That way ♪

♪ So you know how to love me ♪

♪ That way ♪

- ♪ Are you out of love with me? ♪

♪ Are you longing to be free? ♪

♪ Do I drive you up a tree? ♪

- ♪ Yeah, oh, yeah ♪

- ♪ Do I drive you up the wall? ♪

♪ Do you dread every phone call? ♪

♪ Can you not stand me at all? ♪

- ♪ Yeah, oh, yeah ♪

- ♪ Do I need you more than air? ♪

♪ Is it true you just don't care? ♪

♪ Are you having an affair? ♪

- ♪ Yeah, oh, yeah ♪

♪ When we met ♪

♪ I thought money was everything ♪

♪ So I let you buy the house ♪

♪ The cars, the ring ♪

♪ But I can't take your perpetual whining ♪

♪ And you can't sing ♪

♪ Ah, ah, ah, ah, ah, ah, ah ♪

♪ Ah, ah, ah, ah, ah, ah, ah ♪

♪ Ah, ah, ah, ah, ah, ah, ah ♪

- ♪ Yeah, oh, yeah ♪

- ♪ I thought if we lived apart ♪

♪ We could make a brand-new start ♪

♪ Do you want to break my heart? ♪

- ♪ Yeah, oh, yeah ♪

♪ I enjoyed making you miserable ♪

♪ For years ♪

♪ Found peace of mind ♪

♪ In playing on your fears ♪

♪ How I love to catch your gold and silver tears ♪

♪ But now, my dear ♪

- ♪ What a dark and dreary life ♪

♪ Are you reaching for a knife? ♪

♪ Could you really kill your wife? ♪

- ♪ Yeah, oh, yeah ♪

- ♪ Oh, I die, I die, I die ♪

♪ So it's over, you and I ♪

♪ Was my whole life just a lie? ♪

- ♪ Yeah, oh, yeah ♪