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(lively music)

♪ I've been walking around ♪

I know what you're thinking.

"Oh, she's one of those."

Up at the crack of dawn.

Has to get exactly seven and a half miles in

before returning home to her perfectly decorated apartment,

where her gorgeous fiance is tying the Burberry tie

she bought him for his 28th birthday.

She must have one of those mid-sized designer dogs

from a breeder in Connecticut.

Oh, wait, she looks like kind of a cold bitch.

The dog would shit on the rug

and rub its dick on the couch cushions.

"She couldn't have that."

If that's what you're thinking, then I don't know.

Maybe you're not entirely wrong,

but there's more to life than just looks, right?

♪ A simple dream of you and I ♪

(groans)

Oh, yeah.

Oh.

Are you fucking serious right now?

- I'm so sorry, baby, but I can't be late to work again,

and, you know, I'm in a hurry and-

Yeah.

Oh my God, this just feels so good.

You're so... That's great.

That's great, it feels good for you, yeah.

What about me?

Oh!

(moaning)

Oh, that's hot.

(traffic rumbling)

Hey, how's your hip flexor doing?

Excuse me?

It was your hip flexor, wasn't it?

No, hamstring. That's what it was.

You don't remember me?

It's okay. It's okay.

It's not my first time.

You know, some people peak in high school,

and some people stay losers forever,

but, thankfully, I don't fall into either category.

- Prospect Park, the 10K. God, that was months ago.

You pulled your hamstring on mile five.

I just tweaked it. It wasn't that bad.

- If it wasn't that bad, why'd you fall to the ground

and get your hand stepped on?

- Because I stumbled, and then I got shoved.

Sure, you did.

It's the truth!

Why'd you stop to help me up?

- It's the least I could do after stepping on your hand.

That was you?

- Might've been. Glad to see you've recovered.

Really, it wasn't a big deal.

I had a quick stretch and then I finished the race.

I probably passed you.

Unlikely.

- Why is that unlikely? Because I'm-

- Because I looked all over for you at the end of the race,

and nothing.

I thought they had to send a gurney for you.

You know, I had this grand idea

that we'd meet at the end of the race

and fall madly in love and eventually go on a second date.

Well, that sounds lovely, but...

- Oh, you got that for me? How did you know?

Two sugars, right?

Very funny. I'm engaged.

I was then, and I am now.

Well, you were cute then and you are now.

Okay, okay, I get it. It was nice running into you.

Take care.

You too.

- You're supposed to wear a thong with that, bitch.

I am! Thank you!

Yeah, I could tell. Great ass day.

You think so?

Yeah, you must be warding off

all these stroller daddies with a stick.

No. Hey, hey, that was for David!

Explains the shit flavor.

Whose house were you at last night?

Was it the lawyer with the Porsche,

or the bartender with the Harley?

It was the dog walker with a skateboard.

Lovely.

I hope you took your birth control, and condoms too.

Don't worry. It was fine.

Think the next time you get engaged,

the guy could have a functioning elevator?

I'm sorry, Jaime,

but the comforts of my free-loading sister

weren't exactly at the top of my list

when David and I got together.

But "must hate Jaime" was. Interesting.

He doesn't hate you.

He happens to be very fond of you.

Mhm.

He thinks you're very smart

and have lots of potential.

I bet he does.

I bet he does what?

- I bet he does want to double date with us tonight.

Am I the he?

Yes.

Wish I could.

I gotta go to Pittsburgh for the weekend, actually.

Leaving right after work.

- And when exactly were you planning on telling me this?

Precisely right now. I just got the call.

See you later, Jaime.

(David and Claire sigh)

I can't believe you were just gonna

sneak out for the weekend and not tell me.

- Claire, baby, come on. We've talked about this.

This is my job, okay?

Sometimes, I gotta go away at a moment's notice.

I'm not doing it to offend you.

Okay?

- I'm not offended. It's just, sometimes, you...

What?

Annoy me.

- I annoy you by working my ass off? That annoys you?

- No, I just-

- No, you know what? Sometimes you annoy me too, Claire.

When are you gonna tell her?

I'm not sure.

She seems to be getting better,

but she's just not quite on her feet yet.

[David] We can't keep enabling her, baby.

We've been more than generous. She needs to go.

So, either you tell her nicely, or she'll hear it from me.

Where's she gonna go?

She has a job, right?

Maybe she should spend a little less on blow

and a little more on rent.

(Claire sighs)

I gotta get ready for work.

Call me when you land?

Yeah.

(Claire sighs)

(door slams)

Fuck!

How can I be mad, and somehow still feel like the asshole?

- So he's going away for the weekend. So what?

Are you supposed to spend, like,

every weekend for forever together?

You don't get it.

Nope. Guess I don't.

Where are you going?

I have errands to run.

- Oh, okay. Well, do you wanna do something tonight?

- I'm working, but you could come by if you want.

(subway train roaring)

(traffic distantly rumbling) (birds chirping)

(electronic music indistinctly playing)

(door creaks)

Holy shit.

Hey.

Jay, what the fuck are you doing here?

- Sammy, I'm just stopping by, seeing how you were doing.

I actually think I left a pair of boots here.

- You can't be here, and you broke in through the window.

Great.

- I kind of had to. I don't have keys here anymore.

(upbeat hip hop music) (vocalist indistinctly raps)

Sam the man!

I wish I was half as cool as you fucking think you are.

Thanks?

Ladies, may I? Oh.

(Jaime snorts)

Fuck!

That's better than sex, am I right?

With a guy, I mean.

- Dude, you finished like all of it. What the fuck?

- Yeah. Hey, don't we have any more coming or something?

No. We don't have more coming.

- Oh, I had some oxy stashed around here somewhere.

We can get some of those going.

I'm not doing oxy.

I party on the weekend,

and I'm not trying to fucking ruin my life.

Pussy.

What did you just call me?

- Nothing, nothing. I just had a little bit of coke drip.

Pussy!

I just, like, don't wanna take a little pill because-

- Okay, Jay, Jay, why don't you come with me? Come on.

Sam!

Oh, yeah, could you just, like,

be fun for two seconds in your life?

And you need to learn some fucking manners!

[Sammy] Jay!

How about you go fuck yourself?

Oh, hey, hey, hey. Sorry, okay, come on.

That could have left a bruise

and my husband doesn't beat me, but my roommate,

yeah, she sure does. - Okay.

You need to go!

I live here!

Oh, not anymore.

♪ Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah ♪

♪ Right on time, we late to the ♪

Hello?

Yes, I locked myself in the bathroom at a party,

and there's a bunch of people doing drugs.

Yeah, they told me that if I don't have sex with them,

they're gonna ship me to Europe in a crate

or they're gonna kill me first.

A man showed me his penis!

Yes! Okay, I'm at 499 Irving Avenue, apartment 3B.

You really have to hurry. Uh-huh.

(siren wailing)

[Sammy] My girlfriend's in the shower,

and it's not going to be pretty if she sees you here.

- It was three months ago. I said I'm sorry.

How many times do you need me to apologize?

Okay. I forgive you.

Amazing.

Hey, do you think

I could actually stay here for a little while?

Jaime.

- It could be like one of those three people relationships.

But you're not gay.

But I'm bisexual.

No, you're not.

I could be!

But you're not.

Goodbye, Jaime.

(lively classical music)

Claire, this new client,

you can tell him if he wants pop art,

he can go to a craft fair in Jersey City,

or try one of a hundred other so-called galleries

within a two-mile radius of here.

You want me to say that?

No, of course not.

I knew you were dumb. I didn't think you were stupid.

What does he do, anyway?

He's in entertainment.

Vague much?

So, is he Leonardo DiCaprio,

or the guy who puts on the rat suit at Chuck E. Cheese?

I, uh...

- The fact that we're dealing with him directly

speaks for itself.

- Oh, well, it was his decorator who called initially.

And you left that information out? Why?

- Oh, well, I was gonna mention it, but-

What's his decorator's name?

Uh.

Oh.

Andre Bureau.

Andre Bureau?

Yeah.

Really?

I mean, yes. He called on Tuesday.

He called on Tuesday? Tuesday?

- Yes. - Today is what?

Friday.

Friday.

He calls on Tuesday, and I'm just hearing of it now?

But you were away all week.

- Last fall, I sold Andre Bureau nine paintings.

Would you say that he's an important client?

Yes.

Claire, did I hire you

because of your extensive knowledge of art

and the business of selling it?

No. You're quite limited in that department, aren't you?

I hired you to be a pretty face who answers the phone,

and you seemingly don't understand how to do that,

even after a year of working here!

I apologize, Murielle.

Don't apologize. It makes you seem weak.

Just be thankful I don't have time to find your replacement.

(Claire sighs)

- [Izz] Okay, so if Delgado hits a double or triple,

or gets beaned by a pitch at his next at bat,

then we're good.

Good how? We're down eight runs.

See, we've got this parlay going on

with the cricket match in India.

Since however the fuck you pronounce it won,

and since Momota won eight straight games

of badminton in Japan,

we only need one more piece for the puzzle,

and then we'll clear 1,200.

- What's the word on the Peruvian basketball tournament?

Not on 'til six.

So, the best baseball players

arguably come from Latin America.

Hockey players, Canada, but the best leagues are in America?

What's up with that?

The best white basketball players

come from other countries too.

- But the best soccer leagues are in Europe.

What about women's soccer?

Probably England. Who knows?

Look, nobody really cares about women's soccer

except every four years.

That's completely sexist.

All right, all right.

Why are Jets tickets a hundred bucks a pop for nosebleeds?

Better yet, why are Manchester United tickets so expensive?

I don't know. Supply and demand?

Exactly. Not sexist.

So, what happened with Ramon?

I don't know. Moved out, I guess.

Why?

It's a mystery.

Woke up one morning and all his shit was gone. So was Ramon.

Interesting.

So, do you think I could crash in his room

for a little while?

Sorry, no can do, sweet baby Jame.

My little cousin Joey is moving in tomorrow

for the rest of the semester.

Is he still a creepy little fucker?

Probably.

And he's living here for why?

- I don't know. He got an internship or some shit.

My parents said if I don't let him stay here,

they'll stop paying my rent.

So, what about the couch? It's huge.

I don't think it's gonna work out, Jay.

You won't even know I'm here!

You're always welcome

to come and hang out whenever though.

All right, think of it like this.

It's like a left-handed shortstop. It just won't work out.

(phone ringing)

What's wrong?

Remember when I told you that

my boss should be drawn and quartered?

[Jaime] A few thousand times, yeah.

She hates me.

It's a matter of time until I'm out on my ass.

I'll be working the broiler at Burger King.

I mean, who wants to hire someone without a college degree?

Especially now.

You could sell stuff on the subway.

I can't do anything right in her eyes.

She's the kind of person at a restaurant

who sends her food back for being too hot.

[Jaime] You want my advice?

Sure.

Fucking quit!

I can't. David's parents got me that job.

How's that gonna look?

Honestly, fuck them, okay?

If he really loved you,

he wouldn't want you to be miserable every single day.

- Oh, come on! - Son of a bitch!

Fuck!

Shit.

I gotta go. Are you coming by tonight?

Probably not. We'll see.

[Jaime] Okay. Bye!

What do I keep telling you?

Get the fuck out of here. You go get a job at a nice bar.

Some nice guy comes along, he's a nice, rich guy,

and orders up his gin and tonic or whatever the fuck.

You? You'll be married by Easter.

- And I keep telling you, Rodge, I'm fine. Really.

Now, drink your drink and go home to your wife.

You don't wanna miss your train again.

Yes, ma'am.

Hello!

Made it!

I will have one of those.

So, how was your day?

Uneventful, yet full of events,

none of which were remarkable, so I will not remark on them.

Did you finally tell the twat rag to shove it?

I just couldn't take it anymore.

- Claire, I need you to push back that delivery to Monday.

Claire?

- No, that is not my sister! What have you done with her?

Next round is on the house,

in honor of a true American bad-ass bitch.

Oh my God.

What have I done?

- You got out from under the oppressive yoke

of that aging shrew.

No. No, no, no.

This is not good.

I am so fucked!

Sweetie, you are young. You are hot.

Your fiance makes so much money.

You know, there are people, like, a block away,

living in a park, eating soup right out of a can.

I know.

I know.

It's just...

I don't wanna be just somebody's wife.

I wanna do something, achieve something, maybe.

I'm not smart like you.

You left home to do something and be somebody.

I left because I had to,

and you are too smart for this shit.

You can still go back to school,

and get to where you need to be, and I know you know that,

and you can quit it with the "I don't give a fuck" attitude.

Who's gonna want me?

I got kicked out of the biggest school in New York.

I lost my scholarship.

None of that looks promising on the transcript.

So what?

Do you know how many colleges there are in this town?

And I don't care if you go to the shittiest one.

Hell, if there's a college

that's run out of a laundromat in Chinatown, go there!

Just, please.

(traffic rumbling)

(Jaime and Claire indistinctly murmuring)

Here, let me take these off

before you break your fucking neck.

Okay, okay. Do one at a time.

Yes.

- [Jaime] You're not helping. You're not helping.

There's a zipper.

[Jaime] I'm zipping!

Come on, Claire.

I'm sorry.

- I am going to get you some water and Advil.

(gentle music)

Okay?

- Do you ever wonder if Mom would be proud of us?

I don't know.

I think I've been a pretty big disappointment lately.

I think she'd be proud of you.

Look, you're about to get married, for God's sake,

to somebody you actually love.

Mom never did that.

Yeah. I am doing that.

It's just,

sometimes, when David and I are together,

we're, like, connected, you know?

And then, other times,

I feel like I'm just waiting for him to notice me.

Like, really notice me,

and then when he finally does,

I feel like I'm some fucking phony,

and I'm just waiting for him to catch on.

He loves you, and you know that.

(Claire sighs)

Will you lay here with me?

- [Jaime] I have to go back to work, remember?

Oh, that's right.

Yeah. Okay.

[Claire] Make lots of tips.

Okay. Good night.

Mwah.

Good night.

(dramatic hip hop music)

♪ I just want blue notes ♪

♪ I just want euros ♪

♪ Smoking on good dope ♪

♪ Bitch, I'm from Pluto ♪

♪ Hands look like Saturn, all these rings ♪

♪ Can't eat at my table ♪

♪ There's nothing you bring ♪

♪ I just want blue notes ♪

♪ I just want euros ♪

♪ Smoking on good dope ♪

♪ Bitch, I'm from Pluto ♪

♪ Hands look like Saturn, all these rings ♪

♪ Can't eat at my table ♪

♪ There's nothing you bring ♪

♪ I cannot fuck with these rap guys ♪

♪ Drip on your hoe, now she baptized ♪

♪ Taken aback by her ass size ♪

♪ Think she in love my cash size ♪

♪ Play that little hoe like bagpipes ♪

♪ Can't give her no cash prize ♪

♪ Don't got a hobby ♪

♪ Counting these racks is my pastime ♪

♪ Got pack on me, took his tramp, he mad, what a tragedy ♪

♪ My bitch look like a masterpiece ♪

♪ I'm in her jaw like a cavity ♪

♪ If 12 ask me questions, ain't telling shit ♪

♪ I just want get to the Benjamins ♪

♪ Spend it on my bitch and my brethren ♪

♪ Charged up electric shit ♪

♪ Checking my vibes like evidence ♪

♪ Guap, you know that I'm getting it ♪

♪ I be the shit, it's evident ♪

♪ I don't do no off days ♪

♪ She eat my meat entree ♪

♪ Drop out of college like Kanye ♪

♪ Fit cost 3,000 Andre ♪

♪ I just want blue notes ♪

♪ I just want euros ♪

♪ Smoking on good dope ♪

♪ Bitch, I'm from Pluto ♪

♪ Hands look like Saturn, all these rings ♪

♪ Can't eat at my table ♪

♪ There's nothing you bring ♪

♪ I just want blue notes ♪

♪ I just want euros ♪

♪ Smoking on good dope ♪

♪ Bitch, I'm from Pluto ♪

♪ Hands look like Saturn, all these rings ♪

♪ Can't eat at my table ♪

♪ There's nothing you bring ♪

Shut the door. Shut the door.

Fuck the rug.

Come on.

Come here, come here, come here.

(both chuckle)

Wait. Let me put it down.

Put it down, put it down. Be careful.

(bell dings)

(Tommy chuckling)

(traffic rumbling) (birds chirping)

(suitcase rattling)

(Tommy snoring)

(suitcase rattling)

(door slams)

(David sighs)

Claire?

Claire! Could you come in here for a second, please?

[Claire] What?

David? - Yeah, that's right, honey.

Wake up.

(Claire groans)

Babe, what are you doing back?

I thought you were coming home tomorrow.

Well, Claire, you see,

the firm wanted me to go along for the weekend

to help cajole the client, so to speak,

but they ended up signing at dinner last night,

so I decided to get the heck out of Dodge,

and take the first flight home.

Now, you might be wondering, "Why didn't you call, David?"

But I did!

I did call, Claire! Many, many times!

You didn't answer, which I can only assume

has something to do with the fact that

there are two naked fuck-head losers sleeping on my couch!

(Tommy yelps)

Dude, she told me she was single!

Your problem's with her, not with me, man.

It's just natural male biology instincts, you know?

I swear I didn't know!

Pick up your shit,

and go back to whatever fucking hole you crawled out of!

I'm just gonna grab those.

Yeah. Please do.

(door slams)

Check the jewelry.

[Claire] What?

- The jewelry, Claire, to see if anything's missing,

or do you not remember the scuzzy little pill-head

who just left?

(Claire sighs)

I don't know what happened.

I had a few too many drinks,

and then I went to bed, and I don't-

[David] Did we not sit her down,

and explain to her that her staying with us

is contingent on her not doing drugs?

[Claire] We did.

Then what was that?

That was a big "fuck you" to David and Claire.

- I thought she was getting better. I really did.

I mean, I might've suspected, once or twice,

that she was doing a little coke every once in a while,

but I... She's not like us, babe.

She can't just do a little cocaine once in a while.

(lively dance music) (crowd chattering)

Who are you waiting for?

You talking to me?

Uh, a delivery guy.

What's he delivering? Pizza?

- Oh, you're funny. What are you doing out here?

I was meeting my friends here,

but they are approximately 41 minutes late, so...

You go to school?

[Jaime] Yep.

Let me guess. A senior?

No. A sophomore.

Whatever you say.

(David snorts)

What's it do to you?

- What, this? Doesn't really do anything to you.

Just kinda cleans you up, you know?

Should I try it?

Yeah, just do a little bit, you know?

See if you like it.

(Jaime snorts)

(Jaime coughs)

Yeah!

Not so bad.

- I mean, what is it gonna take, Claire, for you to notice?

Does she need to be strung out on meth too?

Working the parking lot of a truck stop?

Would that be enough of a signal for you?

[Claire] Don't even joke about that.

Does it look like I'm joking?

Claire, she's been coming in between us

ever since she set foot in this house.

Her life is a freaking mess,

and she's sucking us down with her.

- If it weren't for her, we never would've met.

(David scoffs)

- She's not spending another night in this house.

So, what? We give her money for a hotel?

Or maybe we could help her get an apartment.

Sure, yeah, no, she can trash that

like she trashed this place,

and then I can get a bill for that.

- I just don't want her to feel like she has to

have sex with someone to have a place to sleep.

How about this? We pay for a bus ticket.

She can go back to Ohio.

You must have cousins, or aunts,

or somebody she can stay with?

No, no, you know that's not an option.

- We think we're helping her, but we're not.

She needs help, real, professional help,

and whether that's six months or six days from now,

she needs to realize that.

(Claire sighs)

You're right.

- [David] And that starts with some tough love

and a kick in the ass.

- [Claire] This, I don't know, safety net we provide

just gives her the boldness to keep screwing up her life.

- Her little fingers were pulling my eyes open.

"Wake up, Mommy. Mommy, wake up."

That's the last thing I remember.

She saved me.

She called the paramedics at five years old.

Do you believe that?

When I woke up,

I said to myself right there in that hospital bed,

"If you can't get sober for her, you don't deserve to live."

And so I did.

I've been clean and sober 13 years now.

(group applauds)

[Diego] You going somewhere?

Excuse me?

Or did you just arrive?

- Right, yeah, I'm actually too fucking exhausted

to come up with a lie right now.

I just got kicked out of my sister's place.

Yikes. Been there.

(traffic distantly rumbling) (birds chirping)

You know, the meetings are more useful

if you don't just sit there.

- You know, I've had an extremely shit morning,

and I'm extremely hungover, so please forgive me.

Why didn't you talk about it in there?

I don't know.

Like, how do you compete with someone being like,

"I just OD'd in front of my kids," you know?

My life's a fucking waterpark compared to that shit.

Shelly is quite the performer.

So, wanna get high?

[Jaime] Are you kidding? Definitely.

I need something to wake me up.

I was fucking with you.

Oh.

I've been clean two years.

Plus, I get tested for work,

so that helps keep the temptations at bay.

Right. Good for you.

I work with kids.

What, like in a sweatshop?

- No. I work with at-risk youth.

I'm like a psychologist with a bachelor's degree.

I used to wanna do something like that.

I had three semesters left,

but, yeah, I got kicked out of that too.

What did you do?

- No, I cannot tell you that. That is too embarrassing.

I usually just tell people that I failed out,

which my grades were shit when I left that place,

but it's just way less humiliating.

Tell me. I wanna know.

Fine.

I failed my microbiology midterm,

so I went to the professor's office hours

to see what I could do.

She was the loveless academic type, you know?

I had some Adderall, maybe a line or two. That was it.

- This isn't a matter of a few points, Jaime.

If you were even close to passing,

I might consider doing you a favor,

but you got a 37% on the midterm.

I understand that,

but I'm just asking you for a second chance here.

Can't I do, like, extra credit or something?

Jaime, when you do come to class,

I ever know what Jaime I'm gonna get.

The answering and participating Jaime,

or the sits in the back, fighting to stay awake Jaime?

[Jaime] It's an early class though.

It's 11:00 AM.

I'm not an idiot.

I've lived in New York 20 years.

I can tell when someone's on drugs.

Professor, I swear I'm not.

I just, like, I don't know, like,

I've been going through some things

in my personal life, and...

It turns out she had a security camera in her office.

I didn't stand a chance. There was no way to spin it.

(Diego chuckles)

That's actually kinda hot.

No, it's not! It's humiliating!

[Diego] Maybe she just wanted to

keep you in the friend zone.

(Claire sobbing) (solemn music)

[David] Claire?

(knocking on door)

Everything okay?

Everything's fine.

[David] Babe, I'm coming in.

David, wait.

(Claire sighs)

What's going on with you?

I'm sorry, okay? I'm sorry.

It was a mistake bringing up Ohio,

and whatever happened there is none of my business, and

Jaime can come back.

I know I'll regret it,

but I can't stand seeing you like this.

Really?

You know what?

No.

She needs this.

She needs to know what it's like to have no one,

nobody to take care of her,

nobody to care if she lives or dies.

- [David] Jesus. That's a bit much, don't you think?

- I don't know what I think anymore, about anything!

I think...

I think all day long about how my life can be so good,

and yet I'm still not happy,

and I thought that quitting my job would help,

but it just made it worse.

I mean, it least it was a distraction.

I can't remember-

You quit your job?

Yeah.

Are you mad at me?

I mean, yeah, a little.

I guess I am.

I hated it. I hated every minute of it.

I couldn't subject myself to that kind of abuse any longer.

I had no idea. You never told me.

Whenever I ask how's work, you always just say it's fine.

- I didn't wanna upset you. Your parents got me that job.

I didn't want you to think that I was ungrateful.

- Well, it's not about being grateful. Fuck that job.

You'll get another one, or not.

It's about you keeping secrets from me.

Claire, I'm gonna be your husband soon.

When are you going to let me in?

(traffic distantly rumbling) (birds chirping)

Then that bus stopped in Altoona,

but the bus I was supposed to transfer to

broke down and never showed up.

So I had a candy bar and some Gatorade for dinner,

and I slept on the floor of the bus station.

Hence the eye bags.

- Poor thing. Well, we'll get a few drinks in you.

You'll forget all about it and him.

Promise?

Definitely.

The city's going to introduce you to levels of horniness

you never knew you had.

Shut up!

New York City. I can't believe I'm in New York City.

It feels weird to say. I can't believe you live here.

You do too now.

Wow.

I do, don't I?

Listen, Jaime, I want you to know that

I'm gonna get a job waitressing as soon as possible,

and I will be out of your dorm room and out of your hair.

Just, thank you.

- No words needed. We need to get you hosed off and ready.

Ready for what?

Your first New York City club experience!

Come on. I'm tired.

I just wanna relax and go to sleep.

No, not another word. Let's go!

You are one persistent son of a bitch.

And you are one hospitable motherfucker.

- Yeah, look, this isn't gonna be a long-term thing, Jay.

I know.

You saw how desperate I was, and if you didn't take me in,

I would've been passed out in a park somewhere

with a rat chewing my lips off, so.

(Joey chuckles)

- Desperation is a major turn-on.

You gotta stop saying shit like that.

What?

(David sighs)

No run today?

No.

I didn't really sleep.

So, what are your plans for today?

- I have a meeting with the wedding planner,

but it's not until two.

- So, you just get to lie around the house all day?

Maybe I should fake sick,

and we can lay around and eat Chinese food

and watch TV all day.

When's the last time we did that?

No idea.

Oh, shit. No, I can't.

You know, I think this will be good for you, though.

You know, take some time off for yourself.

Just focus on making the wedding incredible.

I'll do my best.

- This is nice. You're usually out when I'm up.

What? What is it?

- Nothing. You can keep going if you want to.

It's fine.

If I want to?

Don't do me any favors, Claire.

I want you to want to. That's like the whole point.

You have gotta be fucking kidding me!

Hey, hey, you in the polo!

You!

Sorry, I didn't recognize you

without the ponytail and sneakers.

What are you doing?

I stepped in shit. Hopefully dog shit.

- Right. Of all the shits, dog shit is superior.

Fuck this.

Whoa, ma'am, that's considered littering.

You trying to spend the night in the tombs?

What the fuck is the tombs?

- Jail. I thought every New Yorker knew that.

You must be new.

I've been here a couple years.

- Well, you can't walk all the way home like this.

Oh, no, I live right here.

- So, I'm guessing something else got you going

before the whole dog shit fiasco?

Is it that obvious?

- Here's what we're gonna do. What's your name?

Claire.

Claire, I'm Robby.

We're gonna take a big, deep breath and hold it. Ready?

(Claire and Robby inhale)

(Claire and Robby sigh)

Magic, right?

You ever get that thing

where you try to take a deep breath, but can't,

no matter how hard you try?

That happened to me once for two straight weeks.

I believe they call that anxiety.

Oh no. Really?

So, what happened

before you stomped on that pile of bum shit?

It was dog shit.

I don't know.

I was meeting with this wedding planner.

My fiance's mother set it up,

and the whole idea of having a wedding planner

is to make it seem less daunting,

but between her and David's mother,

I just feel like I'm being bombarded by judgment.

You don't like her? Your fiance's mother?

- What do you want me to say? The wrong answer or the truth?

When I first went over to his parents' apartment,

I overheard his mother saying,

"His whole life, he's only ever brought home gorgeous girls.

So, he must finally be ready to get married,

because she's only okay-looking."

That's one way to give a compliment.

One of these days,

you're gonna have to say something in there.

I know. I know.

You embarrassed or just scared?

No, I just find it weird,

baring my soul to a bunch of strangers.

I don't really tell people anything.

I mean, I tell my sister some stuff, but never about this.

- All right. What got you to your first meeting?

I told you. I got kicked out of college.

Okay. What about the meeting last week?

- I basically turned my sister's apartment into a crack den.

Interesting. Elaborate?

- Fine. I met some guy at a party, and I brought him home.

And?

- And we woke up to my sister's fiance screaming at us,

and I felt like a worthless piece of shit.

So, you blacked out, fucked a rando,

and made a little mess.

- I didn't black out. I honestly wasn't that fucked up.

I mean, I was fucked up,

but I have been way more fucked up than that.

This was different. I was, like, outside of myself.

I wasn't, like, looking down or anything,

but I was really outside of myself,

and I was watching myself do something

that I really didn't wanna do.

I mean, but I did it. I mean, it was my idea.

It's like I was watching

some grotesque performance that I created.

I think the thing that is messing with me, though,

is that if I was capable of doing that

when I wasn't even that fucked up,

imagine what I'm capable of doing when I am.

- Sometimes, it's not so much what you use or how much.

It's about where your head's at when you're using.

All right, enough of that. I'm hungry.

Do you want to go get something to eat?

Sure. You like Puerto Rican spaghetti?

What's that?

It's spaghetti made by me.

(burner clicks)

[Jaime] What do you think I should do?

You gotta get out of there.

How do you expect to stay sober working at a bar?

- Yeah, well, booze has never really been the issue.

Do you really believe that?

What the fuck am I supposed to do?

Work at a perfume counter at a Macy's, making minimum wage?

What's wrong with that?

- So, this is what being trapped feels like.

Just be thankful you're not that sick.

Excuse me. Sick?

- You heard me right. Addiction is a disease.

In the grand scheme of things,

you don't have it that bad.

How did you know that you wanted to stop?

- I knew I wanted to stop long before I ever tried to.

I finally stopped because I didn't have a choice.

So, one night, I was heading into the subway

to go to the Bronx to pick up.

Of course, I only had just enough money for my stuff,

so I hopped the turnstile.

Only, my foot got caught,

and I came down straight on my face.

Knocked out these three teeth, blood everywhere,

and if that wasn't glorious enough,

two undercover cops saw the whole thing.

You can always tell undercover cops in the subway.

They mill around by the entrance

with an empty backpack on one shoulder,

but, anyway, they give me a rag for my face,

my teeth are God knows where,

they take my ID and everything, and I'm thinking,

"Can I just get my ticket and get the fuck out of here?

I got shit to do, you know?"

So, they run my information, and lo and behold,

I've got an open warrant for some bullshit from years ago.

Fuck.

Fun little Saturday night. I know.

I found myself shaking like a leaf in a jail cell.

No care in the world,

but where the fuck can I get heroin in here?

Long story short, I go to the hospital and they fix me up.

I saw the judge on Monday morning.

That's good, I guess.

(Diego sighs)

Not exactly.

See, unbeknownst to me,

my abuela was looking for me all weekend.

She went crazy trying to find me.

By Sunday night, she broke down,

and called all the hospitals and jails,

and it nearly killed her.

I'm so sorry.

It was a process, you know?

Rehab, meetings, relapse, repeat,

but I'm finally doing good.

(gentle music)

(Claire sighs)

(siren wailing)

(birds chirping)

You okay?

Yeah. How are you doing?

I'm fine.

I just kinda feel like I'm doing something wrong.

What do you mean?

Like I'm cheating.

What did you tell your fiance?

That I was going for a run.

With? Left that one out, didn't you?

I think he'd be weird about it.

He doesn't let you have male friends?

I barely have any female friends.

He'd be suspicious at best, and jealous at worst.

So, why'd you come?

I don't know.

Because I thought it'd be fun and because you're nice.

(Claire gasps)

Don't you think that men and women can be friends?

There doesn't have to be

this weird, romantic, sexual component to everything, right?

Okay, let me ask you this.

Is this weird or sexual?

How about this?

No.

What about this?

See? Nothing.

Just friends.

(Claire sighs)

(shower burbling)

Oh, sorry.

What the fuck?

I didn't think anyone was in here.

The fuck you did!

Tony! Izz!

- They're at the bar. Pepe's, I think, or the Irish one.

I forget.

Get the fuck out!

Don't worry. It's okay.

I'm not gonna, you know, do anything.

I just wanna see.

- See me? You don't think you already got enough of a look?

No. I don't.

- I'm not gonna show you my naked body, you fucking asshole.

Now get the fuck out!

I'm not leaving 'til I see.

(solemn music)

(Jaime sniffles)

(knocking on door)

I didn't know where else to go,

and I walked past 17 bars and nine liquor stores,

and I really need a fucking drink,

and it's just so fucking hard!

(Jaime softly sobbing)

[Diego] That should do it.

Sorry I don't have better pillows.

It's okay. Really.

Thank you.

Mhm.

What, you don't want to?

No, I do. Just not like this.

Yeah.

Some other time?

Okay?

I'm gonna get some sleep.

All right.

Goodnight.

I'll see you in the morning.

(traffic distantly rumbling)

Oh, beautiful.

Okay, and let's see that ring.

Oh, yeah. So gorgeous.

Like you're gonna spend the rest of your lives together!

Beautiful. Okay, can we get a laugh?

You're starting the best time of your life! Yes!

Oh my gosh, perfect. (Claire giggles)

- So funny. - I can't.

Thank you so much.

- Oh my gosh, no, thank you. You guys were amazing.

Congratulations.

Thank you.

(Claire sighs)

Isn't she an amazing photographer?

- Yeah. Pictures look good from the little screen.

And she was so easygoing.

Didn't she make you feel relaxed and comfortable?

Sure. Yeah, all those things.

Is she doing the wedding?

- No, your mom had a different company in mind,

but she is gonna send us the proofs in a week

so that we can pick one for the invitation.

- Yeah, invitations. So, we're having that conversation now?

We've already had this conversation.

It's gonna be the world's most awkward,

lopsided wedding ceremony in history.

It's gonna be a hundred of your closest family and friends,

and none of mine.

- There's really no one back home you wanna invite?

What about your best friend from high school?

Please. It's not back home to me.

And she moved to Oregon. I haven't seen her in years.

Okay.

When you and I got together,

I told you I wanted to keep the past in the past.

You said you could handle that,

or has something all of a sudden changed?

No, no, no. Absolutely not.

I just want you to be happy.

You know, we gotta invite your sister, though.

As much as she drives us nuts, it wouldn't be right not to.

- Well, if she can clean up her act by then, she can come.

What do you think she's doing?

Probably the same as before.

Bartending, treating every day like the weekend.

Why don't you check up on her?

You guys can have a girls' trip or something.

You really mean it?

Yeah. I'll be in San Diego.

Just promise me you'll do

a better job babysitting this time?

What did I do to deserve you?

- There's nothing more important than family.

Like it or not, we're stuck with her

and you are stuck with me.

(somber electronic music)

♪ I'm paranoid ♪

♪ I'm barely breathing ♪

♪ I can't enjoy ♪

♪ All the ones that I love ♪

♪ Don't think less of me ♪

♪ Take all the medicine ♪

♪ I'm falling through ♪

♪ What's left of you ♪ (Claire moaning)

♪ Oh, purify me ♪

♪ Defy me ♪

♪ Purify me ♪

♪ Defy me ♪

♪ Purify me ♪

♪ Defy me ♪

♪ Unsterilized ♪

♪ You got that feeling ♪

(birds chirping)

- So, yeah, that's when I decided to take something,

to kind of get my mind off the bleakness of it all.

I could have joined a club, or had a hobby or something,

but what's more entertaining than ruining your life?

Seriously, though, it wasn't until I got my mind clean.

(phone ringing)

I'm so sorry. Sorry.

Um.

Um, sorry, where was I?

Oh, where I grew up, it wasn't really nice.

So, like, a dentist would have a hard time

getting a job out there.

(group member chuckles)

[Claire] Hey, Jame.

So, I know it's been a while,

and I'm sure you're still mad at me, but I miss you.

If you're not doing anything tomorrow, I want to see you.

I've got a surprise planned.

Meet me at Penn Station at 9:00 AM. Okay, love you.

(traffic roaring) (crowd chattering)

This is your surprise?

Bringing me to the open air sewer of New York, Penn Station?

Very funny.

We're actually catching a train, if we don't miss it.

Oh, come on. We gotta go.

(lively music)

♪ Well, I'm afraid to die ♪

♪ And it would be a lie ♪

♪ To say I ever tried ♪

♪ 'Cause everybody knows ♪

[Claire] Have a good one.

♪ And everybody says ♪

♪ All the things you do ♪

♪ They come back to you ♪ - Classy.

♪ Oh, oh, oh, oh, oh ♪

David's dad bought this house in the '80s

when he made his first bit of money.

They have a much bigger house on Cape Cod, though,

so they barely ever come here anymore.

[Jaime] Lucky us, I guess. It's crazy.

(waves splashing)

[David] Not a bad spot, right?

It's not the Hamptons or the Cape, but I think it's better.

I love it.

You do?

- I've never been anywhere this nice. Not even close.

(Claire sighs)

This place means a lot to me.

I grew up coming here, you know?

So, you saying that you like it means a lot.

I bet you take all your girls here.

All my girls? No.

No, you are definitely the first, since high school.

Kidding! I'm kidding!

I wanna take you all over the world.

We'll see everything there is to see,

and we'll come back here, and we'll say, "This is it."

All right, normally,

I'd be, like, a margarita deep by now,

but I'm trying to be good.

Claire, you're boring me!

We're not gonna drink, and we're certainly not gonna fuck,

so we have to figure out something to do.

When was the last time you rode a bike?

♪ I tripped on it and I fell through ♪

♪ Don't want another, yeah, don't want another, but ♪

♪ I'm still trying not to drown too ♪

♪ Swam to the others but walked back to my lover and ♪

♪ I tripped on it, fell through and saw that ♪

♪ Don't want another, why even bother 'cause ♪

♪ I tripped on it and I found you ♪

♪ Don't want another, yeah, don't want another love ♪

♪ And I fall into you ♪

♪ And I know and I feel ♪

- [Claire] Just keep an eye out for jellyfish.

Ah! Are you serious?

All right, that's my cue.

Gotta go.

What do you think of this one?

It's pretty,

if you're going to a Halloween party or a quinceanera.

Why do you always have to do that?

Do what?

- Make some negative, rude comment about everything.

Jesus. I'm sorry.

I thought the dress was pretty,

and that it really brought out the model's,

I don't know, jawline.

When is the last time you saw me wear a dress,

and why do you care what I think?

- I care because that's what sisters are supposed to do.

You're supposed to be excited for me and help me,

and because you're all I've got.

I'm a weirdo loser, Jaime. That girl with one wedding guest.

I don't have a single person on the entire planet

besides you that I wanna invite.

- You were serious about what you said before?

Of course I was serious.

I'm never going back there,

and everyone in that town no longer exists.

- I don't give a shit about the town, or the people in it,

but I don't pretend it doesn't exist.

I think it's time, Claire.

We need to talk about it.

What happened?

Fuck.

Yeah, good, yup.

(knocking on door)

I wanna be alone.

Hey.

I'm sorry about what happened earlier,

but something's been up,

and it has been for a really long time.

Maybe I'm nervous about getting married.

I don't wanna disappoint David, you know?

No. That's not it.

When you came to stay with me, I didn't ask any questions.

Mark dumped you. You needed a fresh start.

There's something you're not telling me.

What happened, Claire?

[Claire] Nothing.

Come on, tell me. What happened?

You don't know what you're talking about.

[Jaime] What did he do to you, Claire?

Nothing! Okay?

I did it.

I'm the bad guy, not him.

- Ricky says he's got one more job lined up,

but nothing else 'til we gotta plow snow.

What do we do until then?

I'll figure something out.

- And I didn't know how to tell him. I couldn't tell him.

When I was lying on that table,

I kept telling myself, "Get up."

Get out of here.

"Run."

But I didn't move,

and it was over so quick.

I knew the second I walked out of that doctor's office

that my life was never gonna be the same again.

I was changed, and I should have been relieved.

I didn't have to raise a child I wasn't ready for.

I didn't have to be another young mother

with a screaming baby

pushing a shopping cart full of food stamp groceries.

I was doing the responsible thing,

but I couldn't feel joy anymore.

- This is what gets me through the day. This right here.

I could be crawling under some snake-infested foundation,

or way up on a roof, dying from the heat.

I just think of you, and it puts a big fat smile on my face.

I love you.

I love you too.

I felt shame,

but most of all,

I felt grief.

I just wanted to die.

So, in the note, I said that

I was seeing a guy from another town,

and that I was going to be with him,

and don't try to contact me.

I ran away from Mark and our hometown,

but the pain followed me.

It's good you let that out.

- Then why do I feel so ashamed and embarrassed?

- I mean, it's kind of fucked up, the way that you left,

but the abortion, don't worry about it.

It's not that big of a deal.

I'm not telling you or anyone else

what to do with their bodies,

so don't you dare tell me that my pain isn't real!

Don't you fucking dare!

Oh, God, I took the life of my first child, and for what?

[Jaime] Because you weren't ready,

and that's good enough of a reason.

Was Mom ready when she had you or me?

Mark would have been an amazing father,

but I threw him away, just like his baby.

(Claire sniffles)

(waves splashing) (crickets chirping)

(car door slams)

What?

I think there's someone outside.

I doubt that very much.

(door clanks)

Shit. What do we do?

Call the police.

- [David] Check the cabinet. I'm just gonna hit the head.

No. What are you doing?

- [David] Yeah, I have scotch. Of course I have scotch.

David, what are you doing here?

Claire.

Why didn't you tell me you were coming?

I'm sorry. I just forgot.

I got a lot on my mind with Jaime and everything.

Right, yeah.

(door thumps)

Who's here?

Someone from work.

Did you-

- Is this jacuzzi a real jacuzzi, or just like a bathtub?

Who's she?

- [David] Baby, I didn't know you were gonna-

You've gotta be fucking kidding me.

Claire.

Claire, just hold on a second.

Claire!

- Have fun with your street-walker.

Wow! Smooth, man, really.

You know, I always thought I couldn't trust you. Now I know.

(somber music)

♪ Tell me all about your day ♪

♪ All the highs and lows you faced ♪

♪ Wanna see behind your hopes and fears ♪

♪ 'Cause even when we say goodnight ♪

♪ I'm awake with questions I wanna ask ♪

♪ To make your mystery clear ♪

♪ Oh, my heart is aching ♪

♪ But I've finally found the cure ♪

♪ If you're a breaking wave ♪

♪ Maybe I could be the shore ♪

♪ I'd give up all my dreams ♪

♪ If you would tell me yours ♪

♪ Oh, it hurts me ♪

- I don't know what I'm supposed to do. He wants me back.

He says he still loves me,

but I'm not sure that I do.

I don't know that I ever really did.

I loved the idea of him.

I wanted a quick fix and he was it.

I think I just lied to myself until it was true.

- On the plus side, you're lucky this is happening now,

and not five years from now,

and you're lucky you have me.

Just, why wasn't I good enough?

Claire, I'm tired of hearing about him.

♪ But I finally found the cure ♪

♪ If you're a breaking wave, maybe I could be the shore ♪

So that's what I am to you?

We can't even talk for five minutes

without you trying to make a move?

(Claire scoffs)

We were never really friends, were we?

You just wanted to fuck me, and I just liked the attention!

It's been real.

♪ Oh ♪

♪ Staring at the stars and I keep finding more ♪

♪ Breaking through the darkness ♪

♪ Shining brighter than before ♪

(knocking at door)

Jaime!

I missed you!

Yeah, me too.

I hope David is paying for all of this.

Oh, he is indeed.

Guilt is a currency worth all the gold in Gringotts.

Are you drunk?

It is 10:00 AM!

Your point?

Don't act like you've never started the day

with a double screwdriver.

Hey, no judgment.

I just wanted to see if you were okay,

and let you know I will be starting college in the spring.

City college, and if you're poor, it's basically free,

but I had no idea.

That's amazing.

Finally! Oh, God, I'm so proud of you!

You have got a quality distraction now,

and I've got nothing.

I'm just wasting time.

[Jaime] What are you talking about?

- Well, we're all just wasting time though, aren't we?

But on sort of like a scale, I guess?

Some people think they're doing important things,

but they're really not.

They work a job, they read a book, they watch TV,

they walk around the park, and what's the point?

We're all just running out the clock,

distracting ourselves, one day at a time,

from the inevitable end. - All right.

That's good. Yeah.

(Claire sighs)

You should have seen her.

I mean, depressed doesn't begin to describe it.

It was horrible.

And you just left her?

I hung out with her for a little bit.

What was I supposed to do?

I sat with her, I showed her that I cared, then I left.

I don't know how to help her.

- She needs to get out of that hotel room, for starters.

- She needs to get out of that disgusting bathrobe first.

Well, what's something she likes to do?

Running.

That's gonna be tough.

Yeah. No shit.

I don't know. I just feel fucking useless.

I mean, she'd do anything for me,

and I have no idea what to do for her.

- Maybe just give her her space for a while.

Once she's done thinking about

all the things about her life that suck,

she's gonna have to think of something good.

Trust me.

I fucking love you.

Okay. I have to go.

Love you too.

(birds chirping) (traffic rumbling)

(knocking on door)

(Claire sighs)

(Claire groans)

- Jaime, what are you doing here? And what are you wearing?

- I'm going for a run, and you're gonna teach me how.

[Claire] Teach you how?

You just run.

Yeah. I need you to train me.

- Jaime, I am really not in the mood for this.

No, no, no. I'm resting.

Come on. Please?

(Claire sighs)

Fine.

All right. Where's your hairbrush?

(uplifting music) (birds chirping)

Do you think you're gonna get back together with him?

- I guess I have to. I'm kind of at the end of my rope.

I hate him for what he did,

but he treated me really well for 99% of our relationship.

Why are we stopping?

I need to take a breather.

Do you really see yourself with David

for the rest of your life?

[Claire] I'm trying to.

What about Mark?

- What about him? Why are we talking about Mark?

Do you miss him?

Jaime, what are you doing?

Do you miss him?

Of course I do.

Humor me.

If he were here right now, what would you say to him?

- I'd tell him I'm sorry, and that the only reason

I don't think about him all the time

is because I force myself not to.

So, tell him.

You look good, Claire.

I missed you so fucking much.

♪ Too high to fall ♪

♪ Seven seasons have come and gone ♪

♪ And I'm yours still ♪

♪ But this love is my song unsung ♪

♪ That's how you make me feel ♪

♪ So beware of this glowing dream ♪

♪ Baby, don't look back ♪

♪ To see your life drifting down the stream ♪

♪ See the star turn black ♪

♪ Morning came, darling, days will come ♪

♪ When you're all new ♪

♪ Yes, this love is your song unsung ♪

♪ But it's still true ♪

♪ No, I don't care where I'm going to ♪

♪ This town's too small ♪

♪ Baby, you were my burning tower ♪

♪ Now I'm too high to fall ♪

♪ Seven seasons have come and gone ♪

♪ And I'm yours still ♪

♪ But this love is my song unsung ♪

♪ That's how you make me feel ♪

(uplifting music)