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What are you doing here
so early?

I thought you weren't
working until later.

I was waiting for you.

Why?

Whoa.

That didn't feel like
a "just friends" kiss.

It wasn't.

I don't understand.

I don't either.

This is it.

142 Sycamore.

You think she's in there?

Eh, you wouldn't understand.

You've had those parts removed.

All right.

Wish me luck.

Hello?

Hello?

- Hi.
- Hi.

I'm sorry to disturb you.

I'm looking for Sun Hi Lee.

I was told that she lives here.

Oh, she did.

I'm sorry.
My information is old.

Do you have any idea where
she might have moved to?

Oh, she died two years ago
of cancer.

Um, did you know her well?

She was my mother-in-law.
Yeah.

Sun Hi had a son.
Wow. Okay, okay.

- Who are you again?
- I'm sorry. I'm Sam Myers.

I'm an old friend.

Who is it, honey?

Someone who knew your mom.

Hi, I'm Peter Lee.
Who are you?

Sam Myers.

How do you know my mother?

We were very friendly
a long time ago in Korea.

Ah. Army?

Quartermaster server,
Second Infantry.

I was born there.

Is that right?

You have no trace of an accent.

I grew up on an army base.

Oh.

And then we moved to the States
when I was seven.

You say, when you were seven?

Yeah.

That's when you
and your mom moved here.

That was '63, right?

That's right.

So you were seven,
so then you were born in '56.

Yeah.

'Cause I didn't ship out
until '53,

and then--

My parents split in '65,
after my dad retired
from the army.

He lives in Phoenix.

Hi, I'm Sam.

Hi. Peter.

It was really fun.

I'd never been
to a comedy show before,

and Margot was hysterical.

Did you guys do anything after?

Um, yeah, we hung out
backstage, had a drink.

- And?
- And that's it.

You didn't go back
to her place?

Well, she asked me to,
but I just couldn't.

Not on a second date.

I mean,
I know it's 1986 and all,

but I'm just not
that kind of girl.

Do you know,

when I was dating Sam,

I think I dated him six months
before I would let him touch me

down there?

Well, it's okay
to take it slow.

- You think?
- Of course.

Okay. Here we go.

Okay.

Hello. I'm Judy Myers. Welcome.

Judy, thank you.
I love it.

I'm very interested.

- You have my number.
- I will call you.

Please do.

Oh.

This is her at the hospital?

Right before she died.

Pity.

So young.

Yeah.

So she went back to her maiden
name after the divorce, huh?

She was pretty pissed
at my dad.

So he always had a temper.

For sure.

And by the way,
she went by Sunny,
not Sun Hi.

She said it was easier
for Americans to understand.

Sunny, huh?
That's nice.

I like that. Apropos.

Hey, uh, do you know CPR?

No, why?

Stu collapsed in the break room.

How about working a TV camera?

Yeah, yeah. Come on.
You're gonna learn. Come on.

Okay, rack focus, rack focus.

Stop doing that.
Just rack focus.

Okay, better.
A little to the left.

Just hold the camera like
you're holding a woman
or a wheelbarrow.

You got the hang of it.
Good, good, good.

There's no wrong way
to get turned on, Valerie.

If your man goes wild
for duck waders,

I say find the sexiest pair
you can,

strap 'em on and go for it.

Get some reactions.
Get those girls.

Their reactions are terrible.
Go back to Rhonda.

Our next caller is Ned
from Paramus.

Ned, you're on the air.

Hey, Rhonda.
Long-time viewer,
first-time caller.

What's on your mind,
sweetheart?

I just started dating
this amazing woman,

who I've had a crush on for,
like, ever.

And we made out a few times,

and it's been incredible.

Oh, so what's the problem?

Well, she wants to cook me
dinner this Saturday

when her mom's out of town,

and we'll have the place
to ourselves,

and I'm just worried
that she'll wanna have,

you know, sex.

Oh, worried because
your penis is small.

What? No!

-Oh, Rhonda.
- I don't think so.

Worried because I don't have
a lot of, well, experience.

Oh, are you a virgin?

No, but...

I haven't been with
a ton of women,

just, like, a few.

Two.

Or I guess technically
one and a half.

Anyway, I'm just afraid
that I'll disappoint her.

I'm not really much
of an athlete.

Okay, slow push on Rhonda.

- I wanna hear this.
- It's called performance
anxiety,

and it is very common
in young men.

But you have nothing
to worry about.

If this girl is a good person,

who is worthy of your love,

she'll be patient with you.

Good advice, good advice.
Okay, three-shot now.

Okay, Rhonda.

Uh, thanks.

Bye.

All right, next up
is Linda from Teaneck.

Oh, my heartfelt
congratulations.

- Twenty-five years
with this beauty.
- Huh?

Such nachas.

- Aww.
- Thank you, Herb.

You're the best.

And Fay, my condolences.

Aww.

- Sweetie?
- Hmm?

Think maybe you should
slow down a little bit?

I'm having fun.

- Okay.
- Hmm?

Herb, what do you hear?

Do I have anything to worry
about with this upcoming
election?

It's hard to say.

But if I were you,

I would clear up
this trial business.

- The sooner, the better.
- Yeah.

I'm trying.

What kind of rubbers
do you like?

My birthday isn't until April.

Ha-ha, very funny.
Come on, be serious.

I don't know. Anything.
Trojans. Why?

'Cause I'm meeting Misty
when I get off work tonight.

Tonight's the night?

Yep. I've been watching
a ton of porn to prepare,

boning up on positions
and stuff.

- Sorry, bad choice of verbs.
- Another, please.

You know what I mean.
Anyways, it's kind of
intimidating, porn.

All these dudes are super-fit
and have giant dicks.

Mine's average at best,
like a B, B-plus.

Just chill.
Don't overthink it.

That's not easy, given that
I've been thinking about
being with Misty

pretty much non-stop since
sophomore year in high school.

- Hey.
- Hey. You made it.

Barely.

My cab broke down
on the GW Bridge.

Did you say hi
to your folks yet?

I am gonna need a drink first.

French martini?

French people
don't drink martinis.

They will mine.
I invented it.

- Let me make you one.
- All right.

Hey, I'm sorry
about the other night.

- I was in a weird mood.
- It's okay.

Did you end up staying late?

Not there. Bunch of us
went back to my place,

including that friend of Zan's
that teaches life drawing

at the New School.

She offered to critique
my work.

- What did she think?
- She was pretty harsh.

Brutal, actually.

- I'm sorry.
- Whatever. What about you?

- What did you do?
- Oh, nothing.

You know, got some food,
went to bed.

Nice, right?

- Not bad.
- Not bad?

- Hmm.
- Hmm.

Well, here I go.

- Sweetheart.
- Happy anniversary.

- Hey.
- Hi.

Thank you for coming.
It means a lot.

Where's Mom?

She over with
the Sanders.

Is that a new dress?

Well, I got in Paris, so...

- It's gorgeous.
- Thanks.

- How's work?
- Good.

And the trial?

We had a good week.

The lawyers are optimistic.

That's good.

Yeah.

- Hey.
- Hey.

So... how was work?

No one drowned. You?

Pretty good.
Made some decent tips.

Okay, I know I said
I'd cook you dinner,

but the truth
of the matter is...

- I'm kind of a disaster
in the kitchen.
- That's great!

'Cause I was thinking we
could actually go out instead.

Oh, yeah. Okay. Um--

Stupid door has a mind
of its own.

Wouldn't you rather go back
to my ma's place and order in?

I'd really like to take you out
somewhere nice, you know,

something romantic
with waitresses and shit.

Okay.

Yeah? Cool.

Mr. and Mrs. Getty,

please allow me
to congratulate you

on this most momentous
occasion.

- Okay.
- Thank you.

Mmm. Ahh.

How's your little girlfriend,
the merry widow?

Oh, so you've heard?

Yes, we endeavored
to keep it discreet,

but I suppose it was inevitable
that people would hear

about our affair.

I don't know what
I ever did to her,

but she is busting my balls
on this election recall thing.

To tap that prick Feinberg
to run against me?

That was a low fucking blow.

She's a spirited woman.
Passionate. Resolute.

See, I think you get
a little confused sometimes

as to who your real
friends are.

Sir?

If memory serves,
I was the one who
recruited you here.

I hired you away
from Wendy Bush.

I gave you your first
fuckin' job as a head pro.

That was me.

And I will forever
be grateful for that.

No, what you should
be grateful for is,

I didn't tell the feds

that you bought Galexis
stock off of my tip,

and I could have.

Still can.

Yeah.

Hey.

- What was that about?
- Ah, nothing.

He's a big idiot.

I should fire him and make
your boyfriend the head pro.

Although, you know what,
David's developing quite
an interest in finance.

Since when?

We've talked about it
several times over lunch.

Oof. Wow.
I liked you before,

but now that I've seen
what you can do to
all-you-can-eat shrimp--

Felt like a dare.
You grossed out?

Totally the opposite.

Like, if here wasn't
a 72-hour waiting period,

I'd marry you tonight.

So, uh, feel like picking up
some ice cream and eating it
back at my place?

Sure. Yeah, yeah.

- Or we could go catch a movie.
- A movie?

Have you seen Aliens?
I hear its awesome.

My darling.
Oh, you're a sight
for sore eyes.

- You look ravishing as always.
- Oh, you're sweet.

I'm glad I caught you.

- I was hoping
that we could talk.
- Me, too.

I've got a bit
of a surprise for you.

Now, I know you said you wanted
to take it easy this weekend,

but I cannot allow such
an important milestone

to pass without celebrating.

Milestone?

It was exactly one month ago

that we had our first date.

One month since you rescued me
from a life of solitude

and meaningless sex,

and showed me that passion
is not merely reserved

for the tenants
of Knott's Landing.

- Oh.
- So to the mark the occasion,

I've booked a room

in a romantic little B&B
I know upstate,

where we will enjoy
a three-star meal,

Champagne breakfast,

and a hot air balloon ride.

Oh, Nasser, you are such
a dear, sweet man.

Well--

That's what makes this
so difficult.

Oh, no, they're
actually quite safe.

They almost never crash
or burst into flames.

I did my research.

I've met someone.

Excuse me?

Actually, that's not true.

We've known each other
for many years.

He is an old and dear
family friend,

and we only recently realized
that our feelings for each other

go deeper
than just friendship.

I'm sorry.
Who is this?

Rabbi Ken.

The mohel?

I'm so sorry.

Here you are.

Your parents happy you came?

Ecstatic.

Of course, they want me
to stay the weekend.

Awesome.

- Except I can't.
- Oh.

Why didn't you tell me
you've been having lunches
with my father?

I didn't think
it was worth mentioning.

"Not worth mentioning."

It's no big deal. Honest.

You said yourself
you wanted us to get
to know each other better.

That's how he knew
where I work.

You told him.

No, I may have.
I don't remember--

No, Zan said he came in
the other day looking for me.

And when I wasn't there,
he tipped her $20 not
to mention he dropped by.

Well, he's your father.
He has a right to know
where you work.

Why are you defending him?

- I'm--
- What?

- Let go of me!
- Sweetheart, you're drunk!

- I'm having fun!
- Lower your voice!
Lower your voice!

Give me that.
Give me that.

Aah!

Oh, Christ.

Fay, are you okay?

- I need a refill.
- Get out of there.

- The water's really nice.
- Do not make a scene!

This is a scene? Getting cuffed
by the feds, that's a scene!

This is a fucking party!

- Do something, please.
- Like what?

Hey, pull your car around
back to staff parking.

I'll meet you there
in five minutes.

Okay, okay.

- Come here, Mrs. Getty.
- I'm liking you more and more.

He is a good boy.

- I'm never gonna sleep again.
- I know.

So good. Though I totally knew
that Weyland Corporation dude

was evil when he showed up
in that tan camping vest.

All right, next time,
I get to pick the movie.

Deal.

Hey, so I should probably
drop you off home, right?

Drop me off? What do you mean?
Don't you want to hang out?

Oh, uh...

yeah, I don't know, 'cause
it's getting kind of late.

Okay. Wheeler, what's going on?

Huh? Nothing.

No, you've been acting weird
all night.

It's like you're afraid
to be alone with me
or something.

What? No.

Really?

I thought the plan was
for us to go to my ma's house,

have a romantic night,
you know?

Just the two of us.

I just felt more like seeing
a movie and...

Fuck.

What's wrong?
You can tell me.

Just this thing I've wished for
so long is finally happening,

and I don't wanna screw it up.

How would you screw it up?

Disappointing you.

Sexually.

You won't.

Now take me home.

Thanks for the dry clothes.

Hey, look at that.
Almost fits.

- Here, get that in you.
- Oh, no, thanks.

So you don't get pneumonia.

- Is Mrs. Getty okay?
- Yeah.

Skye's putting her to bed.

She's gonna have a heck
of a hangover in the morning.

Listen, I really appreciate
what you did for us tonight.

Oh, yeah, sure.

Those look really good on you.

- You think?
- Yeah.

I got a couple of suits
I don't wear.

You can have them if you want.

Armani. I got a pinstripe,
double-breasted.

Oh, thanks. I mean, I don't
really wear suits a lot.

Yeah, but you might.

You know,
you can't play tennis forever,

unless you want to end up
like Nash.

And I've been thinking,
actually, uh...

if you're interested,

'cause I think you're ready,

I could set you up with
an entry-level position

on my trading desk
this fall.

- Wow.
- Yeah, you think about it.

Think about what?

Coming to work for me
at Getty Capital.

Good luck.

Excuse me.

Crap. Brad's here.

But I thought you said
we had the place to ourselves.

No, I know.
I guess they came home early.

Fuck.

What do we do now?

I didn't give up living
in Paris just to come back

to Jersey
and date a stock broker.

I didn't say I was taking
the job.

Well, you didn't say
you wouldn't.

Well, he just asked.

How much time do you need
to think about it?

It would have been disrespectful
to turn him down too fast.

But you are going
to turn him down, right?

- Probably.
- Probably?

Look, I'd be an idiot
to not at least consider it.

There must be a thousand
other guys out there

who would kill
for a job on Wall Street.

But you're not like
a thousand other guys.

And I thought you were
an artist.

You know, I wish you'd
stop calling me that.

Why?

- It's what Zan calls herself.
- Exactly.

What's that supposed to mean?

Well, She's pretentious
as shit.

Well, she says that you're
bridge and tunnel, so...

Why are we talking about Zan?

I just don't understand
why you're giving up

on something that
you said you wanted.

No, I'm not giving up.

I'm just being realistic.

That's your answer
for everything.

- No, it's not.
- Yes, it is.

And it's not even true.
It's just an excuse.

- You're just scared.
- Of what?

Of everything.
Of everything.
Of taking a risk,

of becoming a filmmaker.

Instead,
you're wasting your time

coaching tennis
and filming brises.

It's called making
a living, okay?

I wouldn't expect you
to understand.

Excuse me!
I worked a double last night!

Oh, give me a break!

We both know it's not tips
paying your rent

or your nice clothes
or your taxis to the city.

It's your daddy's credit card.

Good morning.