Original subtitles

‐ Oh, I...

I have to work tomorrow.

‐ Mm.

Hmm? [both laugh]

‐ Okay, sure.

‐ All right, be right back.

Hey, just, uh, two more of these.

BARTENDER: You got it. DATE: Thank you.

Just put it on my tab.

Here we go.

‐ Thank you. ‐ Sure.

‐ This isn't so bad, you know?

‐ What? ‐ This, like, meeting up with someone online.

‐ That's the most romantic thing

anybody's ever said to me.

It is‐‐thank you. ‐ I'm sorry.

No, I didn‐‐I don't mean it like that.

I mean it's nice.

‐ [small laugh]

‐ You're my first Tinder date, so...

‐ Really? ‐ Yeah.

‐ Wow. Well, now I'm feeling a lot of pressure

to make this go really well

on behalf of online daters everywhere.

‐ Well, I think you're doing great.

‐ Am I? ‐ Yeah.

‐ Thank God.

So...

When was the last time

you went on a date?

‐ Uh, like a date date?

‐ Yeah, a date date.

‐ A while ago.

‐ And when was the last time someone kissed you?

‐ A while ago.

‐ Mm.

‐ Hi. ‐ [softly] Hi.

Uh, sorry. Um...

‐ You all right? ‐ Yeah, no, sorry.

I have to tell you something. Um...

So I...

I got into some trouble,

um...

so I have to wear this thing, um...

It's just‐‐

‐ Oh. ‐ So...

Yeah.

‐ Yeah, I don't care.

[both breathing hard]

I couldn't believe it when I Googled you.

Fucking your student.

You're a filthy little fucking bitch, huh?

You feel how hard that makes me?

Fuck, so hard.

Filthy little fucking teacher slut.

[grunting]

Fuck me. ‐ Say it again.

istant, indistinct chatter]

‐ [exhales]

[door opens]

‐ Hey, don't you, uh...

have class?

‐ I guess I overslept.

‐ Get dressed.

‐ I am dressed.

‐ No, dude, just put on some real clothes.

I'm buying you dinner.

‐ [sighs]

‐ Are you hungry?

‐ Thanks.

‐ Any requests for dinner?

I read in a magazine that planning out your meal

gives you greater satisfaction.

‐ Whatever is fine. I don't know if I'll be home in time.

‐ I've been thinkin'.

Have you given any consideration

to goin' back to Al‐Anon?

It used to help you, uh, I remember, before.

‐ Well, that was to help deal with you, Dad.

‐ Oh.

I...just know I value‐‐

‐ Dad. I'm fine, okay?

Just stop.

‐ Oh, I have your schedules for next week.

Don, I moved a couple things around so you're off Thursday.

‐ Thanks, Wyatt.

‐ Anybody needs me, I'm in the back room.

‐ Wyatt's the best.

Real lucky to have him as your dad.

You know, that's‐‐ that's me, uh,

on my one‐year mark there.

I couldn't have made it without him.

[background chatter]

[soft pop on jukebox]

‐ Yo. ‐ Yo.

‐ Fuckin' hell, yeah.

‐ Mmm. ‐ [sighs]

So fuckin' good. ‐ I know, right?

‐ What?

‐ Nothin'.

‐ What?

‐ I, uh...

look, I saw the letter the school sent.

The one that you're being put on academic probation

and about, uh, losing your scholarship.

‐ Ha. You looked through my shit?

‐ It's on your desk.

‐ Not cool, man.

‐ I just, um... I just‐‐I just‐‐

I don't know, I feel like...

I feel like you got this different vibe

than you did at the beginning of the semester, you know?

‐ A different vibe. ‐ Yeah, you know, uh‐‐

‐ I'm fine.

All right? Seriously, I'm fine.

‐ Okay, cool.

[phone buzzes]

[sighs]

[whispers] What the fuck?

Shit.

They want me to get back to the house.

Fucking pledging, man.

Think you made the right decision.

‐ Well, if you need to go, man, it's all good.

‐ You sure?

‐ Yeah.

‐ Okay.

[sighs]

We‐‐we cool, man?

‐ Yeah, we're cool.

[footsteps approach]

MATT: It's all filled out.

Um...

Both just have to sign page...

four and five, I believe.

Oh, and nine.

‐ Sorry, I don't have a pen.

‐ Oh. [pen clicks]

‐ You seem good.

‐ I am.

Little rough... there for a while,

but things are pretty great now.

Recording an album.

‐ Wow. Cool.

‐ Gone to some pretty cool cities for work.

Dating and... yeah, I don't know.

[chuckles]

As happy as I can be, I guess.

‐ That's good to hear.

‐ It's okay, you don't have to pretend

that you've been worried about how I am.

‐ I have been.

‐ You never would have done what you did

if you gave a shit about me.

‐ I made a mistake, and I'm‐‐

‐ A mistake.

Is that what you're calling it?

Wow. [shaky laugh]

Okay.

I don't know how I ever loved you.

‐ Matt, I'm s‐so sorry.

‐ Oh, fuck. I'm so mad.

I'm just so mad at you.

Can you go, please? Can you go?

[keys clatter]

ntry western plays in background]

♪ ♪

[laughter, chatter]

[indistinct chatter]

[women giggling]

‐ Hi. Five fuzzy navels, please.

‐ Make that a double order, please.

‐ Yes! ‐ Oh, perfect!

Oh, could you take a picture for us?

We're, uh, we're documenting. ‐ Oh, uh...

‐ Thank you! ‐ Okay.

‐ Guys.

‐ Okay, ready? One, two, and...

everyone say "fuzzy navel."

ALL: Fuzzy navel!

[giggling] ERIC: All right.

‐ Thank you.

Oh, we owe you a shot.

‐ [gasps] ‐ Oh, no, that's cool.

‐ One more fuzzy navel!

‐ Uh...no, I‐I'm good, though.

Thank you. ‐ You're good with sitting at the bar

by yourself like a weirdo

and not drinking with five hot women?

‐ I guess I'd rather have a whisky than a fuzzy navel.

‐ Oh! Straight whisky for this guy.

‐ [laughs] [woman giggles]

‐ Oh, thank you.

‐ Oh, wait, what's‐‐ what's your name again?

‐ Um, Eric.

‐ To Eric! ‐ To Eric.

‐ To Eric. ‐ Cheers!

ERIC: Ah, cheers. ‐ Hey, Eric.

Whoo!

‐ Eric! ‐ Hey.

[music continues in background]

SINGER: ♪ Love's a puzzle ♪

♪ It keeps you guessin' till there's ♪

♪ Only one piece out ♪

‐ Why would he write "cool" after I sext him?

Shouldn't I at least get a "very cool"?

We've been sleeping together for months.

Is he trying to backslide into a vague place?

‐ Maybe he just thinks what you wanna do is cool.

‐ This is what I said. ‐ Whatever.

You don't understand what it's like to date in LA.

You and Adam are like Tami and Coach Taylor happy.

It's disgusting. FRIEND: Oh, my God, I love Connie Britton.

Her hair is so pretty.

FRIEND: So pretty? FRIEND: So pretty. [laughter]

FRIEND: So what about you? Are you in a relationship?

‐ Uh, no, no, I'm not really...

not really lookin' for that right now.

FRIEND: When you're not looking is when you find it.

‐ Our, uh, gorgeous friend Chloe is single.

And she's a certified yoga teacher.

‐ Oh, yeah? That's...impressive.

[Shania Twain's "Man! I Feel Like a Woman!" plays]

‐ No! They are not playing that song right now.

No, they are not! [women giggling]

♪ ♪

SHANIA: ♪ I'm goin' out tonight ♪

♪ I'm feelin' all right ♪

♪ Gonna let it all hang out ♪

♪ Wanna make some noise ♪

♪ Really raise my voice ♪

♪ Yeah, I wanna scream and shout ♪

♪ ♪

♪ No inhibitions ♪

♪ Make no conditions ♪

♪ Get a little ♪

♪ Outta line...♪ [knock on door]

‐ Hey.

‐ [softly] Hey.

‐ So happy you texted, I‐‐

I was afraid that I wasn't gonna see you again.

Okay.

Can I get you a drink or anything...beer?

‐ I just want you to fuck me right now.

Can you do that?

‐ I can.

‐ Good.

‐ [small laugh]

‐ Oh, you're not hard yet.

‐ Mm.

‐ You're not happy to see me?

‐ Mm‐hmm. ‐ The dirty slut that I am.

‐ Hmph. ‐ That's what I am, right?

‐ Mm‐hmm. ‐ Dirty slut.

‐ Yeah, you make me fucking sick.

[breathing hard]

[grunts]

[grunting]

‐ Hit me.

‐ What? ‐ Hit me.

Oh, fuck. Harder.

‐ Harder? ‐ Yeah.

‐ Yeah?

[whack]

‐ Hit me here.

‐ What? ‐ Hit me here.

‐ Yeah? ‐ Yeah.

‐ Mm.

‐ Come on. ‐ Hmm.

‐ Oh, come on. Fuckin' really hit me.

Harder.

‐ [breathing hard]

[whack]

Harder.

Seriously.

‐ Ha. ‐ Hit me like the dirty slut that I am.

‐ I don't think I can hit you any harder

without hurting you. ‐ Just fucking do it.

Come on.

‐ [breathing hard]

Are you okay?

Oh, my God, I'm so‐‐

‐ Why'd you stop? Come on.

‐ No, no, no, I'm‐‐ I'm not‐‐

‐ That was great. Come on, keep doing it.

‐ You're fucking bleeding.

‐ I'm fine. [panting]

‐ I‐I don't think I can do this.

I'm really sorry.

I'm sorry, I‐‐ ‐ Oh, shut up.

‐ I didn't mean to‐‐

Are you okay?

‐ Yeah.

‐ No, like actually, are you okay?

[Claire exhales] [sighs]

[whispers] Fuck.

You're up.

‐ Okay, but I'm just getting straight tequila.

I cannot deal with the fuzzy‐‐ ‐ Yep, tequila, great.

‐ Hi. ‐ Hi.

‐ Hi.

‐ Um...can I have five shots of tequila, please?

You want one?

‐ No, thank you. I'm good.

‐ Oh.

They actually, uh... [clears throat]

they actually serve you here?

‐ What do you mean? ‐ Come on.

You're not 21. I mean, maybe 20,

but that's pushing it.

‐ Don't blow my cover.

‐ Okay. ‐ [laughs]

‐ Your secret's safe with me.

[glasses clunk lightly]

Okay.

Help me bring these over?

‐ Yeah, yeah.

‐ Um...what?

[sighs] ‐ I mean, look, they couldn't have just left you.

‐ [sighs]

Yeah, they could have.

ERIC: Shit. ‐ And they did.

I can't fucking believe this. [glasses clattering]

‐ That's messed up.

‐ No shit.

Fuck it.

‐ Yeah.

Fuck it.

[Deana Carter's "Strawberry Wine" plays]

Ahh.

♪ ♪

SINGER: ♪ He was workin' through college ♪

‐ Hey.

Come dance with me.

SINGER: ♪ On my grandpa's farm ♪

‐ Come on.

Your friends left you here.

Fuck them.

Come on, I'm here.

SINGER: ♪ And he had a car ♪ ‐ Dance?

Come on.

SINGER: ♪ Yeah, I was caught somewhere between ♪

♪ A woman and a child ♪

♪ One restless summer ♪

♪ We found love growin' wild ♪

♪ On the banks of the river ♪

♪ On a well‐beaten path ♪

♪ It's funny how those memories, they last ♪

♪ Like strawberry wine ♪

♪ And seventeen ♪

♪ The hot July moon ♪

♪ Saw everything ♪

♪ My first taste of love ♪

♪ Oh, bittersweet ♪

♪ Green on the vine ♪

‐ So your friends, uh, are a little...

‐ Aggressive.

Yeah, I'm a single woman, so...

of course that means I'm desperate for a guy.

‐ Right. [both laugh]

‐ [whispers] Oh, God.

Saw them pushing you on me.

It was...pretty obvious.

‐ No, no, I mean...

They just really wanted me to know

that you've completed 200 hours of yoga training.

‐ [laughs] SINGER: ♪ He had to go ♪

♪ ♪

♪ A few cards and letters ♪

♪ And one long‐distance call ♪

♪ We drifted away ♪

♪ Like the leaves in the fall ♪

‐ [sobs] SINGER: ♪ Year after year ♪

♪ I come back to this place ♪

♪ Just to remember ♪ ‐ [laughs] I'm sorry.

‐ W‐wha‐‐what happened? ‐ I'm‐‐

‐ I don't know what‐‐ ‐ It's okay, you're fine.

‐ Did I say something? ‐ No, I'm...

I'm not, uh...

This is so embarrassing.

SINGER: ♪ My first taste of love ♪

♪ Oh, bittersweet ♪

♪ Green on the vine ♪

♪ ♪

♪ Like strawberry wine...♪

‐ You all right?

‐ [exhales] ‐ Hey, are you‐‐

‐ I'm not gonna hook up with you.

[laughs]

I'm‐‐ [exhales]

You're way too young,

and I just‐‐

I just got out of a long‐term thing.

Five years.

[voice breaking] It's been really hard.

‐ Yeah?

‐ Yeah, and my friends know it has.

They just don't wanna hear about it.

[sniffles]

They just wanna... fix me, as if sex could fix me.

So I‐I can't really...

I can't really talk to them about it

and I can't really talk to anybody about it.

No one understands.

[shaky breaths]

I don't know, I just feel so confused.

[sighs]

When we first were together...

I was so madly in love with him.

I felt...sick.

But he put me through the wringer.

And now that I'm out of it, I can...

I can see how unhappy I was.

I don't wanna feel this way anymore.

[muffled announcer on TV]

‐ Claire?

Claire. [Claire sighs]

Claire.

Talk to me. What is it?

Claire. ‐ Stop trying to help me!

[exhales]

‐ I'm just... tryin' to do right by ya.

‐ I can't even look at you.

This whole good man act?

You know I used to go through our trash when I was a kid?

I used to count the number of empties

to make sure you weren't gonna die.

I was ten years old, and I would get into bed terrified,

thinking...

you know, maybe I missed a cue or something

and that when I woke up, you'd be gone.

What, now I'm supposed to watch you thrive?

Knowing that‐‐ that you could beat it.

You just couldn't do it for me?

‐ Claire, I wish I could go back.

I mean, I'd give anything to be able to.

‐ I have spent my entire life

running from you,

trying to feel safe.

I‐‐I've‐‐

Wanted to help kids who were like me

and give them what they‐‐

[sighs] what I never got.

And somehow, I've‐‐

I've hurt everyone and I've fucked everything up,

and I don't know how to fix it.

I'm such a fucking horrible person.

[sobs]

‐ You are gonna find a way

to keep goin', I promise you.

‐ I don't wanna be here.

[sobs]

Everybody wants me gone. I just wanna be fucking...

gone.

[crying]

‐ I know.

I know it feels that way, okay?

But you gotta stay.

You gotta stay.

You gotta.

‐ [crying]

‐ [exhales slowly]

[door slides open]

‐ Hey.

‐ What's wrong?

‐ No, uh...yeah, I‐I just...

thought I'd come home.

You know, for the weekend.

Or maybe longer.

[quietly] I need help, Mom.

I need help.

SANDY: I know.

I'm glad you came home.