Related (2005) s01e18 Episode Script
The Move
I can't believe we have to pack up this whole house by the end of the week.
Okay, I need another box.
They're right over there.
How's it coming, girls? You know, a little slower than I'd like, but I had a bag of birdseed handy.
Oh, yeah, I packed it.
It's in a box in the dining room.
Thought I'd feed the birds one more time before we left.
Ow! Dad! Oh, my god! Son of a bitch! - What happened? - Are you okay? No, don't touch.
Don't touch.
Don't touch.
How heavy was that bag? 5 pounds.
5 pounds? Dad Wait, where do we have birds? That was very good, Marjee.
Really? Yes, excellent considering you didn't practice.
How did you know? Because when you practice, you tend to play too fast, like you're showing me, "look how fast I can play it.
" But when you don't practice, your tempo is -- I hate to say it -- perfect.
That's your tell.
What's a tell? I'm gonna stop you right there.
The last thing I need is for her to know when I know she's lying.
Why don't you go wash your hands for dinner? Okay, mom.
You know, you really have to stop worrying about her.
Oh, is it that obvious? You have a tell.
You cock your head and try to look, uh, casual.
You're supposed to be watching Marjee during her lessons.
She really is quite the talent.
Thank you.
I thought it was just me being a mom.
I'd like to talk to you about the possibility of meeting with Marjee twice a week.
Oh, okay.
I'll discuss it with her, see what she says.
She does tend to have an opinion about these things.
That she does.
Oh last month's invoice.
Okay.
Well, then Bye.
Bye, Nino.
"Dear Francesca, I cannot charge you for your daughter's lesson any longer.
When I'm near you, work is not work.
I have fallen madly, passionately.
" Hey, Franny.
You all right? Yeah.
Just Mr.
Rosoti's bill.
Piano lessons getting expensive, huh? Yeah.
You don't want to see this.
Why are we spending money on this music thing? It's not like she's gonna go pro.
Joe, don't start with me again.
Dinner's ready.
I'll be in in a minute.
So, is that everything? I think so.
We just need to get the papers from the escrow company and the signatures, and we'll be set.
Thank you, Lucas.
Really, you have gone above and beyond, and my father and I really appreciate it.
It's not that big a deal, really.
The more time I spend here, the easier it is to explain why I don't have a life out there.
Still no girlfriend, huh? Nope.
Can I ask you a question? Sure.
Why? I don't get it.
I mean, I'd think girls would be lined up to date you.
You have no idea what it's like out there.
There aren't a lot of Ginnie Sorellis.
I blame it on "Sex and the City.
" Why? It taught women to be overly tough and callous and to just use men for sex.
Oh, which angers you 'cause that used to be your thing.
That's right.
Get your own game, women.
It's nice to see you laugh.
You know, everyone at the firm is a little afraid to talk to you these days.
Yeah.
I don't blame them.
If you ever want to talk Thank you.
It's funny, you know.
When I was in law school -- Wait a minute.
I can't see your face.
O-o-kay we -- we should probably get back to work.
I understand.
Hey, so, here's a one-bedroom, one-bathroom, old-world charmer in Chelsea for $2,900.
That sounds good.
Can you afford that? Not really, no.
I can do about $1,400, $1,500.
And you want to stay in Manhattan.
Yeah, of course.
Uh, well, how good are you at pitching tents? You think you could try and help? Sorry, okay? But come on.
Jason, don't you think you need to lower your standards a tiny, little bit? I guess so.
Unless What if we moved in together? - What? - Us move in together.
Well, I know it's fast, and it doesn't make any sense, but maybe in this kind of market, maybe it's the only thing that does make sense.
Besides, I -- I think it could be good for us, don't you? Am I freaking you out? No.
I just, you know living together.
Oh, okay, I'm sorry.
How about I give you some time to think about it? Uh-huh.
Yeah, yeah.
Hey, Joel.
I'm kind of busy.
I'm just -- I'm so sorry about the other night.
I drank too much.
Yeah, I know.
I was there.
What do you want, Rose? Just tell Chloe I'm sorry, and I want you both to know I'll stay out of your lives.
Okay, but you'll have to tell her yourself.
She broke up with me.
Why? Is that why you haven't been around much? No.
Is it because of me? Don't flatter yourself.
Wow.
What did you expect, Rose? I mean, I told you how I felt, and you didn't want me.
You only wanted me after I moved on.
You couldn't just let me be happy.
I'm so sorry about everything.
I Anything else? No.
Francesca Here.
You need to take this.
What is it? It's the check for Marjee's lesson.
I won't take it.
Yes, you will.
And your invoice the other day, it was beautiful and inappropriate and it has to stop.
I know.
Why did you write it? I can't stop thinking about you.
I had to do something.
No, you didn't.
And it can never happen again.
Okay, I'll stop if you tell me there is nothing between us.
Just stop.
Okay.
Thank you.
I have a lesson to get to.
Ginnie.
Bob? Where are you? Living room.
What are you doing? It's dark.
Well, to you it may be, but someone like me who's been sitting here for hours -- I can see everything.
I'm sorry.
There's just a lot of last-minute details with the closing.
Something came up.
Okay.
It should be a good opportunity for me.
They offered me the position of sound engineer on Jack Johnson's tour.
- That's fantastic.
- Yeah, it is.
The person opening for him is Kylie.
Oh, your ex-girlfriend! Oh, you're right.
If you do sit here long enough, you can see everything.
What are you thinking? I'm thinking that it's a great opportunity, like you said.
It sounds like you already made up your mind.
No, I haven't.
I was hoping that me and you could make that decision together.
I don't want you to go.
Why? Look, Bob, I know you really want this, but, you know, it's just if our marriage were in a, uh, a more solid place there's just a lot of baggage between us, and with Kylie, there is no baggage.
And? And you'll be very far away, and I think it could be very dangerous.
It could be tempting.
So, you don't want me to go because of me and Kylie.
It's not because you want me to stay.
Well, of course, Bob.
I'm sorry.
So, what are you gonna tell them? I don't know.
I have to think.
Okay.
I'm gonna, uh, go to bed.
I'll be there in a while.
This is weird.
What? Well, just, Marjee's sheet music is in here.
Let me see.
Oh, god, I remember trying to play this.
Tough son of a bitch.
I think Bach was a sadist.
Girls! Girls! No.
Yes.
No! We're sorry.
I'm the one who took him to the doctor, so Which id why it's important you continue to be the one in charge.
It's called continuity of care.
This is not fair! Dad is, like, the worst patient ever.
He needs someone to take care of him, and I've got Bob stuff and Marjee's got Jason and Rose has to study.
What do you have? Wow.
I guess I've got dad.
I hate you all.
Here you go.
I don't think these pills are working.
You're welcome.
Jeez, Ann, it's too hot.
A little help, honey.
Oh, are you talking to me? Just let it cool.
These pills make me nauseous, and the tea's the only thing that helps.
Are you asking me to blow on it? Keep that down.
You don't want to wake up dad.
Don't worry.
She won't.
What? I might have been a little liberal with the vicodin.
Nice! I'm just saying, if you guys want to talk about guys or sex, dad's gonna be out for a while.
I have something, actually.
Jason asked me to move in with him.
What, so fast? Are you excited? Excited? Uh, no, no.
I wouldn't say that.
I'm vomitous.
Vomitous.
She's vomitous.
Is that even a word? I don't think so.
No, it is.
I made it up.
It's the state of being about to vomit all of the time without the sweet, sweet release of actually spewing.
But that doesn't make any sense.
I thought you really liked Jason.
You two are great together.
I know.
I just Okay, here's a question for any of my sisters who have been in long-term relationships.
Listen and learn, Rose.
All right, so, after the initial honeymoon, whirlwind phase -- which I've never actually gotten past, mind you -- you know, when the excitement starts to die down a little bit, does it get, like, less exciting and therefore kind of boring? Yeah, it gets boring.
And then there's tension and there's baggage, baggage, baggage.
And then there's distance and anguish and hurt.
Then you start asking yourself, "can I even do this anymore?" So, if you just feel bored, consider yourself lucky.
Wow.
Uh, Ginnie, that, uh, wow.
Okay.
Okay.
We're gonna come back to that one.
Ann? Okay, um the answer is, yeah, sometimes it's boring.
But if you care about each other and you fit, there's comfort in that.
I can't tell you how much I miss coming home to someone who knows me so well that I don't have to explain myself, someone who knows I'm sad just by the way I drink my coffee, who gives me space when I need it and a foot rub when I'm tired.
Yeah, I want that.
Well, is Jason that? Close as I've ever gotten.
Well, that should tell you something.
Yeah.
You learn anything, Rose? Sure did.
Ginnie's not in such a good place.
Yeah, are you okay? I'm fine.
It's fine.
It's just, you know, we had that night at Cape Cod, and that was great.
Then you wake up the next morning, and nothing's different.
You know, I just feel like I'm looking at him through this tunnel.
I'm sorry.
No, it's okay.
Just, I don't even remember what we used to be.
I think I miss it, but I don't know.
- Are you two gonna be okay? - We're gonna be fine.
It's gonna be fine.
It's gonna be okay.
It's just -- you know, I don't know.
Play something, Marjee.
Okay.
What is this? What? What is that? "Dear Francesca, I cannot charge you for your daughter's lessons any longer.
When I'm near you, work is not work.
I have fallen madly, passionately.
I'm sorry for being so direct, but every other thought I have is you.
I think about the way you smile, your eyes, the way you look at me.
I don't just want to be with you, Francesca.
I need to be with you.
Yours, Nino.
" What? Oh, my god.
It looks like Mr.
Rosoti had a little bit of a crush.
You don't think she Mom? No.
No way.
- I agree.
No.
- Not with Mr.
Rosoti.
I don't know.
Ann?! Ann?! Great it's awake.
Ann?! I'll be right there, dad! Annie, I had the weirdest dream.
Honey, I was in a sandwich-size ziplock bag.
This is gonna take a while.
What's the matter? Is it all right if I go to the bathroom? Of course.
Be right back.
Nice to meet you.
I'm gonna shuffle off to the bathroom here.
That looks painful.
How'd you hurt your back? I hurt it in nam.
It was nice to see where you grew up.
- Yeah? - Yeah.
All these years, you've been just this pretty lady who works down the hall from me, but now I know better.
I mean, not that you're not pretty.
I got that.
So So, listen, um, when you finish here later Okay, I'm actually doing this.
My place is on your way back -- well, not really on your way back.
It's the Ansonia, but it is in Manhattan.
I guess what I'm saying is, do you think maybe you'd want to stop by for a drink? I don't think so, Lucas.
Oh, god.
I'm sorry.
That was stupid.
This is so out of character for me.
I thought I was picking up on something, and clearly I wasn't.
I'm sorry.
No, it's okay, really.
I-I'm just -- I'm flattered.
I just -- I can't.
No, I get it.
I get it.
I'm gonna show myself out, pretty lady who works down the hall from me.
I'll see you tomorrow.
Okay.
I'll be the one with the bag over my head.
Oh, my god! This place is huge! I told you.
No, seriously, I just got tired walking from the kitchen to the living room.
Where did you find this place? Did you, like, wish for it or something? It belongs to a distant relative.
My aunt Reba's brother-in-law's mother lives here, but she's in hospice care.
Yeah.
They don't think she's gonna make it.
God, you're so lucky.
All the old people in my family are poor.
Here's the thing -- I know we haven't really made a decision about living together, and I don't want to pressure you, but my cousin Elliot wants this place, too, and I hate Elliot.
Why? There was a touching incident.
Eesh.
Yeah, so, um -- so, uh, where are you in all of this? Uh you know, I always used to hate people that lived in places like this.
They're all, like, settled and happy.
They have all that closet space and stuff.
And now I am going to be one of them.
Does that mean you'll do it? I guess.
So, we're living together? Yes.
You okay? I will be.
Cool.
Um, guys? - Oh, you have got to be kidding me.
- No way.
You got to hand it to mom.
She's full of surprises.
There's no way.
And it is.
And it is.
She probably used it when she was sick.
They give it to people on chemo to help with nausea.
That's right.
It does help with nausea.
Ann, no.
The pills make him nauseous.
- It's medicinal.
- No! No.
You want to take care of him? Huh? You? No.
- You? - No.
Whoa.
Wait.
Wait.
Wait.
Wait.
It's like I, um, I know I'm in pain, and I know I'm nauseous, but I can take that pain, and I can take that nausea, and I can focus it into a point, right? And then I can take that point, and I can make it, um, uh, not so much explode as -- as just let it dissipate.
So I am at once aware of, but in control of my feeling.
You know? No.
This is so surreal.
Yeah, this was a really good idea, Ann.
Wasn't it? I am so glad -- I am so, so glad you girls found this stuff.
I am so glad.
You want? Okay, that about does it for me.
Yeah, me, too.
No, you guys can't leave me here all by myself.
Okay, good night.
And good night to you all.
Annie, fetch me my Hendrix.
Buongiorno, Francesca.
Buongiorno.
So, you are not joining us today? Actually, Marjee has detention, and she won't be back till later.
I should have called you.
I'm glad you didn't.
Sit.
Have some coffee, cannoli.
Out here? Yeah.
I'd feel more comfortable.
You made these? Try one, then I'll tell you.
- Mmm! - Yeah, I made them.
I brought some new music for Marjee to try.
I think she was getting a little bored with what we were doing.
Can you imagine an 8-year-old getting bored with Bach? You know your composers.
I used to sing.
I studied opera and everything.
It feels like a million years ago.
It's nice having music back in the house again.
Well, I brought her some Mozart so she can be fluid, some Chopin for emotion, and then maybe she would like to join the recital this year.
Yeah if she can get over her stage fright.
Well, I'll leave this music with you.
Tell Marjee I missed her.
Thank you for the cannoli.
Oh, wait, you forgot your key.
No, I didn't.
- Hi.
- Hi.
Look, I'm sorry I'm so late.
It's just, things got a little weird at my dad's.
So, have you decided yet? Not really.
Part of me wonders if the time apart would do us good.
But another part of me knows that you're probably right.
Here's the deal.
All right, if I decide to stay, you have to promise that you stay, too.
I'm not the one going on a tour.
You know what I mean.
You've been gone ever since we lost our baby.
It is one thing to miss you when I'm away on tour, Ginnie.
It's another thing to miss you when I'm right here.
If I decide to stay, you have to come back.
- It's been hard.
- I know.
And I'm sorry.
I don't mean to be this way.
And I do miss you, you know.
No, I didn't know.
It's good to hear.
Good morning, baby.
Hey, how do you feel? Like an idiot.
Yeah, it was unfortunate.
How come you got saddled with me? Apparently, I don't have a life right now.
No, you really don't, do you? Ouch.
Well, I'm sorry, Ann.
You know I love you.
I'm gonna say something that you may not want to hear.
Okay.
You know, when I thought of moving away, I always thought that Marjee would be the one that I would have to worry about.
But, yeah, she's scrappy.
She'll be fine.
Honey, it's you.
I worry about you.
Ever since Danny left, you seem so lost.
I guess I am.
Let me ask you something.
What do you want? I don't know.
Let me tell you a story.
When your mother and I met -- I knew her vaguely from the neighborhood -- but when we met met, it was at a dance at her school, Sacred Heart.
They were having a mixer with St.
John's, where I went to school.
Dad, when you tell stories over and over again, do you not know it? I'm getting to the part you don't know.
I was brought to that dance by Ellen Maloney.
Ellen Maloney? The welder? Well, she's toughened up since then.
Yeah.
Anyway, your mom, that night, started flirting with me, and I couldn't believe it was for my benefit, right? At one point, I was coming back from the boys' room.
Your mom -- your mom grabbed me, pulled me into the coat closet.
Is that when you made Ginnie? No! No, it's catholic school.
We kissed.
Wow.
Racy, dad.
Well, it was a big deal.
Anyway, later that night, Ellen found out about it, and she got really mad.
As welders can.
Your mom said? She said, "sorry, Ellen, but when you know what you want, you've got to go get it.
" Wow, dad, you must have been something.
Well, yeah.
I ran track.
Figure out what you want, Annie.
I'm trying, dad.
Look! It's our smiley-face cookie jar! Right back at you, cookie jar! Oh, look, there's still cookies in it.
Why are those cookies moving? Go! Go! Ew! Ew! Pack it! Pack it! Go! Go! Go! Go! - You guys - Yes? What? We found something else.
I can't believe it.
Do you really think she did it? - Oh, I don't know - You guys, stop it, okay? Can't we give her the benefit of the doubt? I would love to, but we can't exactly ask her what happened, so we have to go on what we know.
Okay, well, here's what we know.
This guy had the hots for mom.
What else do we know? Mom went after what she wanted and got it.
And what she wanted was dad.
She was an ethical, moral person, who loved our father till the day she died.
She wasn't stupid.
She wasn't going to risk losing him.
So, you believe nothing happened? Yeah, I do.
Come on, Ann.
Look, I am not saying that mom did not love dad, but sometimes in a marriage it's hard to face the day-to-day, and you just I don't know.
You need a distraction.
Maybe she wanted to feel attractive or feel appreciated, or maybe she just needed an escape.
No, I dont' think so, I'm with Ann.
We don't know that mom did anything.
Why is it so important to you that she did this? It's not important to me, Ann.
I'm just saying it's obvious that she did.
I mean, why else would she keep this around and risk dad finding it? Uh, because nothing happened.
That's why she could keep it -- 'cause it wasn't scary.
I think she did it.
Seriously? You do? You? Yeah, I do.
Maybe she was tired of always doing what she was supposed to do.
She did go after what she wanted, or at least what she thought she wanted in the moment.
I don't want to talk about this anymore.
You are messing with my fantasy -- fantasy of mom and dad as this perfect couple.
That has gotten me by over the years.
And, I don't know, maybe I didn't realize how much I needed that until right now, but maybe that's why I've been able to have all those messed-up relationships in my life -- 'cause I knew somewhere in the back of my mind that someday, I would get that fairy tale, too.
Who are you? I'm Rose.
Why? Then I guess I'm Marjee because I don't think it's so bad.
What? Mom wasn't perfect, okay? And I somehow find that kind of liberating.
Seems like everything has changed.
No, it hasn't.
This key has always been in that closet.
It hasn't changed anything.
Yeah, except now we know about it.
That changes everything.
Hey.
Oh, hey.
I didn't hear you come in.
I hope you don't mind.
I started packing up our stuff.
Yeah, I can see that.
Yeah, I just figure, you know, the sooner we get out of here, the sooner Ann can get her space back.
Jason, will you stop? Is everything okay? Yeah.
Yeah, I'm, uh -- I'm just sick of boxes.
Oh.
Yeah, okay.
I'll stop.
There.
No more packing.
Is that better? Uh, no.
No.
Hey, what's going on, Marjee? What's up? It's not the boxes.
It's me.
What's you? I can't move in with you, Jason.
Um, I thought that I could.
I really did.
I just -- I can't.
What are you talking about? Something is not right here.
I know that this is so stupid, and I don't know.
II can't help it.
II want the fairy tale.
I thought we were in love.
Yeah, I guess I did, too.
I did.
But I realized that it's not enough.
Jason, me and you we're never gonna be soul mates.
Soul mates? That is a fairy tale, Marjee.
It doesn't exist.
No, see, it does.
I grew up with it.
My parents had it.
And I want that.
So, what do I do here? Do I -- do I fight this? Do I -- No.
No.
You don't.
I am so sorry.
Yeah.
I guess I'll just go pack.
Hey.
I'm coming in.
Rose, what are you doing here? Joel? Joel, it's me -- Chloe.
Don't answer that.
I wasn't going to.
Annie.
Hey.
Are you all right? I want you, Danny.
I'm sorry, what? You're what I want.
Hi.
You're about a day late.
- Should I go? - No, please.
I don't know why I came.
I'm glad you did.
Can I pour you a drink? No, I'm good.
- I could use one.
- Okay.
You have a great place.
- Lucas, I, um -- - I know.
Oh, what am I doing? No, wait.
Nino, stop.
What? This is wrong.
I love my husband.
You are a beautiful and talented man, but I'm not supposed to be here.
I'm sorry.
I just can't.
I thought I could.
She -- I was wrong.
I'm sorry.
I'm sorry.
I have to go.
Bob? Bob, are you here? Bob? "Ginnie, I decided to go.
I didn't know what else to do.
Maybe the time apart will help.
I don't know.
I love you.
Bob.
"
Okay, I need another box.
They're right over there.
How's it coming, girls? You know, a little slower than I'd like, but I had a bag of birdseed handy.
Oh, yeah, I packed it.
It's in a box in the dining room.
Thought I'd feed the birds one more time before we left.
Ow! Dad! Oh, my god! Son of a bitch! - What happened? - Are you okay? No, don't touch.
Don't touch.
Don't touch.
How heavy was that bag? 5 pounds.
5 pounds? Dad Wait, where do we have birds? That was very good, Marjee.
Really? Yes, excellent considering you didn't practice.
How did you know? Because when you practice, you tend to play too fast, like you're showing me, "look how fast I can play it.
" But when you don't practice, your tempo is -- I hate to say it -- perfect.
That's your tell.
What's a tell? I'm gonna stop you right there.
The last thing I need is for her to know when I know she's lying.
Why don't you go wash your hands for dinner? Okay, mom.
You know, you really have to stop worrying about her.
Oh, is it that obvious? You have a tell.
You cock your head and try to look, uh, casual.
You're supposed to be watching Marjee during her lessons.
She really is quite the talent.
Thank you.
I thought it was just me being a mom.
I'd like to talk to you about the possibility of meeting with Marjee twice a week.
Oh, okay.
I'll discuss it with her, see what she says.
She does tend to have an opinion about these things.
That she does.
Oh last month's invoice.
Okay.
Well, then Bye.
Bye, Nino.
"Dear Francesca, I cannot charge you for your daughter's lesson any longer.
When I'm near you, work is not work.
I have fallen madly, passionately.
" Hey, Franny.
You all right? Yeah.
Just Mr.
Rosoti's bill.
Piano lessons getting expensive, huh? Yeah.
You don't want to see this.
Why are we spending money on this music thing? It's not like she's gonna go pro.
Joe, don't start with me again.
Dinner's ready.
I'll be in in a minute.
So, is that everything? I think so.
We just need to get the papers from the escrow company and the signatures, and we'll be set.
Thank you, Lucas.
Really, you have gone above and beyond, and my father and I really appreciate it.
It's not that big a deal, really.
The more time I spend here, the easier it is to explain why I don't have a life out there.
Still no girlfriend, huh? Nope.
Can I ask you a question? Sure.
Why? I don't get it.
I mean, I'd think girls would be lined up to date you.
You have no idea what it's like out there.
There aren't a lot of Ginnie Sorellis.
I blame it on "Sex and the City.
" Why? It taught women to be overly tough and callous and to just use men for sex.
Oh, which angers you 'cause that used to be your thing.
That's right.
Get your own game, women.
It's nice to see you laugh.
You know, everyone at the firm is a little afraid to talk to you these days.
Yeah.
I don't blame them.
If you ever want to talk Thank you.
It's funny, you know.
When I was in law school -- Wait a minute.
I can't see your face.
O-o-kay we -- we should probably get back to work.
I understand.
Hey, so, here's a one-bedroom, one-bathroom, old-world charmer in Chelsea for $2,900.
That sounds good.
Can you afford that? Not really, no.
I can do about $1,400, $1,500.
And you want to stay in Manhattan.
Yeah, of course.
Uh, well, how good are you at pitching tents? You think you could try and help? Sorry, okay? But come on.
Jason, don't you think you need to lower your standards a tiny, little bit? I guess so.
Unless What if we moved in together? - What? - Us move in together.
Well, I know it's fast, and it doesn't make any sense, but maybe in this kind of market, maybe it's the only thing that does make sense.
Besides, I -- I think it could be good for us, don't you? Am I freaking you out? No.
I just, you know living together.
Oh, okay, I'm sorry.
How about I give you some time to think about it? Uh-huh.
Yeah, yeah.
Hey, Joel.
I'm kind of busy.
I'm just -- I'm so sorry about the other night.
I drank too much.
Yeah, I know.
I was there.
What do you want, Rose? Just tell Chloe I'm sorry, and I want you both to know I'll stay out of your lives.
Okay, but you'll have to tell her yourself.
She broke up with me.
Why? Is that why you haven't been around much? No.
Is it because of me? Don't flatter yourself.
Wow.
What did you expect, Rose? I mean, I told you how I felt, and you didn't want me.
You only wanted me after I moved on.
You couldn't just let me be happy.
I'm so sorry about everything.
I Anything else? No.
Francesca Here.
You need to take this.
What is it? It's the check for Marjee's lesson.
I won't take it.
Yes, you will.
And your invoice the other day, it was beautiful and inappropriate and it has to stop.
I know.
Why did you write it? I can't stop thinking about you.
I had to do something.
No, you didn't.
And it can never happen again.
Okay, I'll stop if you tell me there is nothing between us.
Just stop.
Okay.
Thank you.
I have a lesson to get to.
Ginnie.
Bob? Where are you? Living room.
What are you doing? It's dark.
Well, to you it may be, but someone like me who's been sitting here for hours -- I can see everything.
I'm sorry.
There's just a lot of last-minute details with the closing.
Something came up.
Okay.
It should be a good opportunity for me.
They offered me the position of sound engineer on Jack Johnson's tour.
- That's fantastic.
- Yeah, it is.
The person opening for him is Kylie.
Oh, your ex-girlfriend! Oh, you're right.
If you do sit here long enough, you can see everything.
What are you thinking? I'm thinking that it's a great opportunity, like you said.
It sounds like you already made up your mind.
No, I haven't.
I was hoping that me and you could make that decision together.
I don't want you to go.
Why? Look, Bob, I know you really want this, but, you know, it's just if our marriage were in a, uh, a more solid place there's just a lot of baggage between us, and with Kylie, there is no baggage.
And? And you'll be very far away, and I think it could be very dangerous.
It could be tempting.
So, you don't want me to go because of me and Kylie.
It's not because you want me to stay.
Well, of course, Bob.
I'm sorry.
So, what are you gonna tell them? I don't know.
I have to think.
Okay.
I'm gonna, uh, go to bed.
I'll be there in a while.
This is weird.
What? Well, just, Marjee's sheet music is in here.
Let me see.
Oh, god, I remember trying to play this.
Tough son of a bitch.
I think Bach was a sadist.
Girls! Girls! No.
Yes.
No! We're sorry.
I'm the one who took him to the doctor, so Which id why it's important you continue to be the one in charge.
It's called continuity of care.
This is not fair! Dad is, like, the worst patient ever.
He needs someone to take care of him, and I've got Bob stuff and Marjee's got Jason and Rose has to study.
What do you have? Wow.
I guess I've got dad.
I hate you all.
Here you go.
I don't think these pills are working.
You're welcome.
Jeez, Ann, it's too hot.
A little help, honey.
Oh, are you talking to me? Just let it cool.
These pills make me nauseous, and the tea's the only thing that helps.
Are you asking me to blow on it? Keep that down.
You don't want to wake up dad.
Don't worry.
She won't.
What? I might have been a little liberal with the vicodin.
Nice! I'm just saying, if you guys want to talk about guys or sex, dad's gonna be out for a while.
I have something, actually.
Jason asked me to move in with him.
What, so fast? Are you excited? Excited? Uh, no, no.
I wouldn't say that.
I'm vomitous.
Vomitous.
She's vomitous.
Is that even a word? I don't think so.
No, it is.
I made it up.
It's the state of being about to vomit all of the time without the sweet, sweet release of actually spewing.
But that doesn't make any sense.
I thought you really liked Jason.
You two are great together.
I know.
I just Okay, here's a question for any of my sisters who have been in long-term relationships.
Listen and learn, Rose.
All right, so, after the initial honeymoon, whirlwind phase -- which I've never actually gotten past, mind you -- you know, when the excitement starts to die down a little bit, does it get, like, less exciting and therefore kind of boring? Yeah, it gets boring.
And then there's tension and there's baggage, baggage, baggage.
And then there's distance and anguish and hurt.
Then you start asking yourself, "can I even do this anymore?" So, if you just feel bored, consider yourself lucky.
Wow.
Uh, Ginnie, that, uh, wow.
Okay.
Okay.
We're gonna come back to that one.
Ann? Okay, um the answer is, yeah, sometimes it's boring.
But if you care about each other and you fit, there's comfort in that.
I can't tell you how much I miss coming home to someone who knows me so well that I don't have to explain myself, someone who knows I'm sad just by the way I drink my coffee, who gives me space when I need it and a foot rub when I'm tired.
Yeah, I want that.
Well, is Jason that? Close as I've ever gotten.
Well, that should tell you something.
Yeah.
You learn anything, Rose? Sure did.
Ginnie's not in such a good place.
Yeah, are you okay? I'm fine.
It's fine.
It's just, you know, we had that night at Cape Cod, and that was great.
Then you wake up the next morning, and nothing's different.
You know, I just feel like I'm looking at him through this tunnel.
I'm sorry.
No, it's okay.
Just, I don't even remember what we used to be.
I think I miss it, but I don't know.
- Are you two gonna be okay? - We're gonna be fine.
It's gonna be fine.
It's gonna be okay.
It's just -- you know, I don't know.
Play something, Marjee.
Okay.
What is this? What? What is that? "Dear Francesca, I cannot charge you for your daughter's lessons any longer.
When I'm near you, work is not work.
I have fallen madly, passionately.
I'm sorry for being so direct, but every other thought I have is you.
I think about the way you smile, your eyes, the way you look at me.
I don't just want to be with you, Francesca.
I need to be with you.
Yours, Nino.
" What? Oh, my god.
It looks like Mr.
Rosoti had a little bit of a crush.
You don't think she Mom? No.
No way.
- I agree.
No.
- Not with Mr.
Rosoti.
I don't know.
Ann?! Ann?! Great it's awake.
Ann?! I'll be right there, dad! Annie, I had the weirdest dream.
Honey, I was in a sandwich-size ziplock bag.
This is gonna take a while.
What's the matter? Is it all right if I go to the bathroom? Of course.
Be right back.
Nice to meet you.
I'm gonna shuffle off to the bathroom here.
That looks painful.
How'd you hurt your back? I hurt it in nam.
It was nice to see where you grew up.
- Yeah? - Yeah.
All these years, you've been just this pretty lady who works down the hall from me, but now I know better.
I mean, not that you're not pretty.
I got that.
So So, listen, um, when you finish here later Okay, I'm actually doing this.
My place is on your way back -- well, not really on your way back.
It's the Ansonia, but it is in Manhattan.
I guess what I'm saying is, do you think maybe you'd want to stop by for a drink? I don't think so, Lucas.
Oh, god.
I'm sorry.
That was stupid.
This is so out of character for me.
I thought I was picking up on something, and clearly I wasn't.
I'm sorry.
No, it's okay, really.
I-I'm just -- I'm flattered.
I just -- I can't.
No, I get it.
I get it.
I'm gonna show myself out, pretty lady who works down the hall from me.
I'll see you tomorrow.
Okay.
I'll be the one with the bag over my head.
Oh, my god! This place is huge! I told you.
No, seriously, I just got tired walking from the kitchen to the living room.
Where did you find this place? Did you, like, wish for it or something? It belongs to a distant relative.
My aunt Reba's brother-in-law's mother lives here, but she's in hospice care.
Yeah.
They don't think she's gonna make it.
God, you're so lucky.
All the old people in my family are poor.
Here's the thing -- I know we haven't really made a decision about living together, and I don't want to pressure you, but my cousin Elliot wants this place, too, and I hate Elliot.
Why? There was a touching incident.
Eesh.
Yeah, so, um -- so, uh, where are you in all of this? Uh you know, I always used to hate people that lived in places like this.
They're all, like, settled and happy.
They have all that closet space and stuff.
And now I am going to be one of them.
Does that mean you'll do it? I guess.
So, we're living together? Yes.
You okay? I will be.
Cool.
Um, guys? - Oh, you have got to be kidding me.
- No way.
You got to hand it to mom.
She's full of surprises.
There's no way.
And it is.
And it is.
She probably used it when she was sick.
They give it to people on chemo to help with nausea.
That's right.
It does help with nausea.
Ann, no.
The pills make him nauseous.
- It's medicinal.
- No! No.
You want to take care of him? Huh? You? No.
- You? - No.
Whoa.
Wait.
Wait.
Wait.
Wait.
It's like I, um, I know I'm in pain, and I know I'm nauseous, but I can take that pain, and I can take that nausea, and I can focus it into a point, right? And then I can take that point, and I can make it, um, uh, not so much explode as -- as just let it dissipate.
So I am at once aware of, but in control of my feeling.
You know? No.
This is so surreal.
Yeah, this was a really good idea, Ann.
Wasn't it? I am so glad -- I am so, so glad you girls found this stuff.
I am so glad.
You want? Okay, that about does it for me.
Yeah, me, too.
No, you guys can't leave me here all by myself.
Okay, good night.
And good night to you all.
Annie, fetch me my Hendrix.
Buongiorno, Francesca.
Buongiorno.
So, you are not joining us today? Actually, Marjee has detention, and she won't be back till later.
I should have called you.
I'm glad you didn't.
Sit.
Have some coffee, cannoli.
Out here? Yeah.
I'd feel more comfortable.
You made these? Try one, then I'll tell you.
- Mmm! - Yeah, I made them.
I brought some new music for Marjee to try.
I think she was getting a little bored with what we were doing.
Can you imagine an 8-year-old getting bored with Bach? You know your composers.
I used to sing.
I studied opera and everything.
It feels like a million years ago.
It's nice having music back in the house again.
Well, I brought her some Mozart so she can be fluid, some Chopin for emotion, and then maybe she would like to join the recital this year.
Yeah if she can get over her stage fright.
Well, I'll leave this music with you.
Tell Marjee I missed her.
Thank you for the cannoli.
Oh, wait, you forgot your key.
No, I didn't.
- Hi.
- Hi.
Look, I'm sorry I'm so late.
It's just, things got a little weird at my dad's.
So, have you decided yet? Not really.
Part of me wonders if the time apart would do us good.
But another part of me knows that you're probably right.
Here's the deal.
All right, if I decide to stay, you have to promise that you stay, too.
I'm not the one going on a tour.
You know what I mean.
You've been gone ever since we lost our baby.
It is one thing to miss you when I'm away on tour, Ginnie.
It's another thing to miss you when I'm right here.
If I decide to stay, you have to come back.
- It's been hard.
- I know.
And I'm sorry.
I don't mean to be this way.
And I do miss you, you know.
No, I didn't know.
It's good to hear.
Good morning, baby.
Hey, how do you feel? Like an idiot.
Yeah, it was unfortunate.
How come you got saddled with me? Apparently, I don't have a life right now.
No, you really don't, do you? Ouch.
Well, I'm sorry, Ann.
You know I love you.
I'm gonna say something that you may not want to hear.
Okay.
You know, when I thought of moving away, I always thought that Marjee would be the one that I would have to worry about.
But, yeah, she's scrappy.
She'll be fine.
Honey, it's you.
I worry about you.
Ever since Danny left, you seem so lost.
I guess I am.
Let me ask you something.
What do you want? I don't know.
Let me tell you a story.
When your mother and I met -- I knew her vaguely from the neighborhood -- but when we met met, it was at a dance at her school, Sacred Heart.
They were having a mixer with St.
John's, where I went to school.
Dad, when you tell stories over and over again, do you not know it? I'm getting to the part you don't know.
I was brought to that dance by Ellen Maloney.
Ellen Maloney? The welder? Well, she's toughened up since then.
Yeah.
Anyway, your mom, that night, started flirting with me, and I couldn't believe it was for my benefit, right? At one point, I was coming back from the boys' room.
Your mom -- your mom grabbed me, pulled me into the coat closet.
Is that when you made Ginnie? No! No, it's catholic school.
We kissed.
Wow.
Racy, dad.
Well, it was a big deal.
Anyway, later that night, Ellen found out about it, and she got really mad.
As welders can.
Your mom said? She said, "sorry, Ellen, but when you know what you want, you've got to go get it.
" Wow, dad, you must have been something.
Well, yeah.
I ran track.
Figure out what you want, Annie.
I'm trying, dad.
Look! It's our smiley-face cookie jar! Right back at you, cookie jar! Oh, look, there's still cookies in it.
Why are those cookies moving? Go! Go! Ew! Ew! Pack it! Pack it! Go! Go! Go! Go! - You guys - Yes? What? We found something else.
I can't believe it.
Do you really think she did it? - Oh, I don't know - You guys, stop it, okay? Can't we give her the benefit of the doubt? I would love to, but we can't exactly ask her what happened, so we have to go on what we know.
Okay, well, here's what we know.
This guy had the hots for mom.
What else do we know? Mom went after what she wanted and got it.
And what she wanted was dad.
She was an ethical, moral person, who loved our father till the day she died.
She wasn't stupid.
She wasn't going to risk losing him.
So, you believe nothing happened? Yeah, I do.
Come on, Ann.
Look, I am not saying that mom did not love dad, but sometimes in a marriage it's hard to face the day-to-day, and you just I don't know.
You need a distraction.
Maybe she wanted to feel attractive or feel appreciated, or maybe she just needed an escape.
No, I dont' think so, I'm with Ann.
We don't know that mom did anything.
Why is it so important to you that she did this? It's not important to me, Ann.
I'm just saying it's obvious that she did.
I mean, why else would she keep this around and risk dad finding it? Uh, because nothing happened.
That's why she could keep it -- 'cause it wasn't scary.
I think she did it.
Seriously? You do? You? Yeah, I do.
Maybe she was tired of always doing what she was supposed to do.
She did go after what she wanted, or at least what she thought she wanted in the moment.
I don't want to talk about this anymore.
You are messing with my fantasy -- fantasy of mom and dad as this perfect couple.
That has gotten me by over the years.
And, I don't know, maybe I didn't realize how much I needed that until right now, but maybe that's why I've been able to have all those messed-up relationships in my life -- 'cause I knew somewhere in the back of my mind that someday, I would get that fairy tale, too.
Who are you? I'm Rose.
Why? Then I guess I'm Marjee because I don't think it's so bad.
What? Mom wasn't perfect, okay? And I somehow find that kind of liberating.
Seems like everything has changed.
No, it hasn't.
This key has always been in that closet.
It hasn't changed anything.
Yeah, except now we know about it.
That changes everything.
Hey.
Oh, hey.
I didn't hear you come in.
I hope you don't mind.
I started packing up our stuff.
Yeah, I can see that.
Yeah, I just figure, you know, the sooner we get out of here, the sooner Ann can get her space back.
Jason, will you stop? Is everything okay? Yeah.
Yeah, I'm, uh -- I'm just sick of boxes.
Oh.
Yeah, okay.
I'll stop.
There.
No more packing.
Is that better? Uh, no.
No.
Hey, what's going on, Marjee? What's up? It's not the boxes.
It's me.
What's you? I can't move in with you, Jason.
Um, I thought that I could.
I really did.
I just -- I can't.
What are you talking about? Something is not right here.
I know that this is so stupid, and I don't know.
II can't help it.
II want the fairy tale.
I thought we were in love.
Yeah, I guess I did, too.
I did.
But I realized that it's not enough.
Jason, me and you we're never gonna be soul mates.
Soul mates? That is a fairy tale, Marjee.
It doesn't exist.
No, see, it does.
I grew up with it.
My parents had it.
And I want that.
So, what do I do here? Do I -- do I fight this? Do I -- No.
No.
You don't.
I am so sorry.
Yeah.
I guess I'll just go pack.
Hey.
I'm coming in.
Rose, what are you doing here? Joel? Joel, it's me -- Chloe.
Don't answer that.
I wasn't going to.
Annie.
Hey.
Are you all right? I want you, Danny.
I'm sorry, what? You're what I want.
Hi.
You're about a day late.
- Should I go? - No, please.
I don't know why I came.
I'm glad you did.
Can I pour you a drink? No, I'm good.
- I could use one.
- Okay.
You have a great place.
- Lucas, I, um -- - I know.
Oh, what am I doing? No, wait.
Nino, stop.
What? This is wrong.
I love my husband.
You are a beautiful and talented man, but I'm not supposed to be here.
I'm sorry.
I just can't.
I thought I could.
She -- I was wrong.
I'm sorry.
I'm sorry.
I have to go.
Bob? Bob, are you here? Bob? "Ginnie, I decided to go.
I didn't know what else to do.
Maybe the time apart will help.
I don't know.
I love you.
Bob.
"