Double Exposure (2024) Movie Script
1
No, no, no,
don't give up on me, Lora.
All I wanted
is for us to be happy.
But that's all I want too.
Then why'd you
storm out of therapy?
Are you pushing me to leave?
No, that is the last
thing that I want.
I love you, Peter,
but I can't keep doing this.
I-- I love you.
You say the words,
but it's like you're
not even there.
You know that kind of stuff
is-- it's awkward for me.
I think you're still
in love with her.
What?
That's ridiculous,
not to mention impossible.
I don't know
why you even married me.
I want to be with you,
not her.
I'd give anything
to believe that.
Lora, I'm losing
my fucking mind, okay?
I can't eat, I can't breathe,
I can't work.
I can't forgive myself.
For the hundredth time,
what happened to Sara
was not your fault.
What if you're wrong?
Would you leave me then?
I can't do this again.
I won't keep waiting for you
to let go of the past.
No, no, don't give up
on us, Lora.
-We're focused here.
-All right.
Hey, guys, smile.
Fuck you, Peter.
That was a great shot, Simon,
you're gonna
absolutely hate it.
So is it true that you
actually won first prize
at the photographer's league?
- Ta-da.
- He's got
a blue ribbon.
I guess it's true then.
All right, well,
I'll tell you what,
give me a call
next week, okay?
All right.
Uh, I don't really do fashion.
You don't do fashion?
Then don't call.
-Like I give a shit.
-All right, all right,
come on, come here.
-No, no, no, I'll--
I will call.
-Yeah, sure.
-He said he's gonna come over.
-Still doesn't change
the fucking scenario.
Oh, hey, Lora, I--
-I didn't know you'd be here.
-Hi, Peter.
I just wanna say
thanks for telling Jasper
to invite me the other night.
Yeah, I'm glad
he had a great time.
I didn't know law students
could be so fun.
Yeah, in between
torts and contracts,
we nerds love
to get our hair down.
Okay, that came off.
So, I was wondering if--
Yo, Peter, you found her.
Nice.
Jasper, there we go baby.
There he is, sandbag king.
-Lora, you ready?
-No, no, I look terrible.
You look wonderful.
What is that?
They use that back in the '19s
or something, Petey.
Awesome Nikon, Peter.
Vintage, right?
-Yeah.
-Yeah, the same one
that Irving Penn used.
Your work
reminds me a lot of his.
Wow, that is the nicest
thing anyone's ever said to me.
So, I'm in a group exhibit
that opens on Thursday.
Maybe you'd wanna
come with me?
Oh, Thursday, um, I--
I get it. It's okay.
Hey, you two
wanna get a room?
Do it after the shoot.
I have an exam on Friday.
Lora, move your ass.
Sara, ready?
Don't talk to her like that.
I pay the bills.
I'll talk to her
however I want.
You really are an asshole,
you know that?
Wow, it's like
the nicest thing
anyone's ever said
to me, Petey.
Can you not?
Stop, stop.
Okay, last looks.
One second.
-Thank you.
-Mm-hmm.
I'm just finishing this.
Boop.
Posted.
Okay, come on.
They're waiting for you.
I could've sworn
there was an accident,
but I got out and...
there's nothing.
Oh shit.
Lora?
Lora, are you there?
Sorry, we must've
got disconnected.
Where are you?
Lora?
No, silly, it's me, Sara.
Sara, that-- that's--
that's impossible.
Where are you already?
Um, I'm on the side
of the road somewhere.
I thought
there was an accident.
Are you okay?
Yeah, I pulled over
to check it out.
Stay in the car
until the police get there.
No, I already got out
and looked.
Are you crazy?
Don't be a hero.
I couldn't live with
myself if someone got hurt
and I didn't try to help.
No, that wouldn't
be like you.
I-- everything was okay.
Good, well,
please drive carefully,
but you can speed a little.
I can't wait to see you.
I can't wait
to see you, too.
There's so much
I need to explain.
There's a lot to talk about.
I can't believe you called.
You were really shocked.
I mean, it's not every day
you hear from your ex...
especially one who's been
dead for four years.
Just a little smile, come on.
Come on, Sara.
There it is.
Loosen up a little
bit more, baby.
Uh-huh, yeah, bring your hands
up a little bit higher.
Right there.
Hotter.
I want you to look like
you just had the best sex
of your life.
That's it.
Don't worry,
I won't tell your daddy.
One more, that's it.
That's it, we got it,
that's a wrap.
Wow.
That was absolutely fantastic.
I mean,
I gotta tell you something,
you are just so, uh...
sexy and, uh...
you're just
absolutely so cool.
Thank you.
Yeah, hey, Tootsky, huh?
-What?
-Tootsky.
-Oh, no, I don't do that.
-No?
Yeah, well, work is done,
it's time to play.
Oops.
Listen, I've got this new
national campaign coming up
and I'm thinking about
getting you in on it.
What's it for?
Well, we'll figure
that out later.
You'd be perfect.
Come on, just try one.
Just one.
Come on.
There you go,
one more time, one more time,
one more time.
There it is, oh!
Bingo.
Yo, Petey, come here,
I want you to meet somebody.
Simon.
-Yeah.
-I know you're her agent,
but the line form's
in the rear, bro.
Oh, man, all we were doing
is just talking about Italy
and Sara was telling me
how much she would just love
to go there, weren't you?
I was?
Come on now.
Oh, you should show
her pictures of your villa.
All the girls who go there
say how great it is at first.
Why don't you go fuck yourself?
And by the way, what
are you even doing here?
Angling for an invite to Italy?
Not even if you
had a vagina, buddy.
Weinstein much?
Terry, email me those proofs.
And you, smart guy, listen,
I remember I told you
to call me next week.
Don't bother.
Ciao bella.
Smooth move, Junior.
You really don't
like to work, do you?
Well, I was just
never good at kissing ass.
Any pointers?
Lora.
This is Sara, my girlfriend.
This self-destructive
nut is my bud Pete.
-Hi.
-He's a photographer too.
But unlike me,
not even slightly successful.
-What are you doing?
-I'm just helping.
Well, translation--
I don't do fashion.
Translation--
broke, no villa in Italy.
But he's got a shiny
brand new blue ribbon.
Are you jealous, Terry?
I mean,
Peter's photos are brilliant.
Not just about money.
What is this,
pile on Terry day?
I didn't know
you were so feisty.
It's cute.
Not model cute, but cute.
Wow, that's gross.
Hi, Petey.
It's Peter, I haven't been
Petey since I was 10.
So if your villa is not
in Italy, then where is it?
Well, I keep it modest.
Couch in Jasper's apartment
with a view... of a wall.
I like your ribbon.
I have some blue yarn
that looks just like that.
I could make you a scarf.
I make them for everybody.
It's like I'm a machine.
Some chica, huh?
You gotta cut all this
starving artists bullshit
and get you
some of these perks.
Don't-- don't leave me
hanging, bro.
-Okay.
-That's what
I'm talking about.
I don't wanna go to Chicago.
But I gotta get there
before the vultures attack.
-Vultures?
-Yeah.
Hot model like Kim breaks up,
they swoop in
with shoulders to cry on.
Ah, vultures,
so guys like you.
What about that girl Sara?
Thought she was
your girlfriend.
Yeah, well...
sure, sorta.
But Kim...
You're a classy guy, Terry.
Thanks, buddy.
So when do you think
you'll be back?
If things work out with
me and Kim, I might stay.
I might stay even if
things don't work out.
Yeah, wannabes there
freak out over
a real photographer.
You wouldn't know
anything about that though.
They're very lucky to have you.
You're damn right.
So, uh, maybe I could use
the studio while you're gone?
Hell, why not?
Knock yourself out.
And some of the equipment?
Don't push your luck.
Jasper, are you
gonna do any work?
So, Petey.
Can you do me a favor.
Keep an eye out on Sara
for me while I'm gone.
Sure, maybe I'll ask
her to do some photos.
Is that okay?
Not a good career
move on her part,
but why not?
Just don't fuck anything up.
Have fun.
Sara? Seriously?
You know that's bad news
down the line.
Oh, no, no,
it's not like that.
She's with Terry.
Plus, I just think we could
get some great photos.
Right, right.
I mean, you know Lora's
the better bet, right?
Because you guys
go great together.
Lora?
Why do you say that?
Well, because she's like
totally into you.
I mean, she's always
flirting with you, dude.
Just... Peter...
You're crazier than I thought
and I always thought
you were crazy.
Come on, man, she's putting
herself through law school,
working for Terry.
That's gotta count
for something.
Any woman who can do that
is some kind of woman, bro.
-She's not flirting with me.
-That's--
Believe me, I wish she was.
What makes you so sure?
Because I asked her out
and she shot me down.
Oh, for real?
Oh.
So she's even
smarter than I thought.
Yeah, thank you.
We look good.
We do not.
Hey, you are gonna
absolutely love it.
Best thing you'll ever taste.
-Jorge, hey.
-Hey, hola, Peter.
So I think you gotta
get at least two tacos.
I'd start with two tacos.
And definitely the corn.
Jorge, what do you
think of the scarf?
Excelente.
Excellente, yeah.
Wow, that was really good.
I'm glad you called.
Yeah, it was my duty.
When your boyfriend asked
me to check on you, I--
Why does he keep saying that?
Terry is not my boyfriend.
Terry is everybody's
boyfriend.
Will you take a picture of me?
Mm-hmm, yeah.
Right.
Ready?
[camera licks
Oh, wow,
that's really good.
You're really talented.
Posting.
Can you believe
I have over a million
Instagram followers already?
Yes, yes I can.
It's crazy.
But you know,
I really like it here.
So normal.
I get so tired of all
those fancy parties.
Yeah, you must be tired
of being adored
and worshipped
all the time, right?
Well, it is a lot of work.
But you don't really
get paid for it.
You get lots
of free stuff and promo,
but, I mean,
I guess it's not all that bad.
But look who's talking.
I bet you're the center
of attention
every time
you have a big exhibit.
I mean, I've had a couple
photos in a group exhibit.
So... no.
But soon.
You're gonna
be famous someday.
I know it.
We should do a real
photo session sometime.
Yeah, I-- I was thinking
the same thing.
Yeah, we could make magic.
I could be your muse.
Petey,
Terry is not my boyfriend.
Really?
I started drinking more.
Which was even worse
than the drugs.
Well, what happened
to your friends?
The other models,
the photographers.
You were wrong about
the whole turning 30 thing.
For me, it was 24.
All of a sudden, I wasn't
an influencer anymore
and that whole crowd
dropped me cold.
It got so bad.
So bad that I thought men were
breaking into my apartment
and I ran outside
practically naked, screaming,
until the neighbors
called the police.
I-- I didn't realize
how bad it was.
I still had some
Instagram followers,
but that didn't bring in a dime.
So, I started waitressing
and one morning...
when I didn't come in...
they found me unconscious.
Bottles all over the place.
And everyone heard
that day that I died.
But how could I have not
have heard you were alive?
I didn't want any part
of that world anymore.
So, I let the rumors
stand and I was dead.
When Terry told me
I didn't even question it.
How could somebody
be so wrong about
something like that?
Wishful thinking.
"Hey, bud.
Did you hear?
Sara's dead."
That's literally all he said
on the voicemail.
Terry.
Enough chit chat.
Will you hurry up already?
I'm dying.
No, not again.
This is so fun.
I can't believe
I never did this before.
Who are you waving at?
That guy.
I think he wants to race.
-No, wait, no, Sara,
he doesn't want to race us.
-Yeah, he wants to race us.
No, there's no fucking way
he wants to race.
He wanted to race us.
Look, I can't believe
you're 20 years old
and you've never
learned to drive.
Can you cut me some slack?
-Yeah.
-Cool.
-Okay, you ready?
-Yeah.
Don't just rev the engine.
I didn't.
I forgot to put it in drive.
AH, jeez.
You're making me nervous.
I-- I don't want
to drive anymore.
-Wait, no, wait, you're being
a spoiled brat, okay?
-Quit it.
Look, you think you can
just do whatever you want
because you're a model?
Can't I?
Well, it's cute at 20.
It's not gonna be cute
at 30, trust me.
Oh, you don't think I'm gonna
be cute when I'm 30?
No, no, it's not like that.
It's just, at 20 you're
practically a senior citizen.
Girls have been doing it
since they were 16.
Lucky them.
I shouldn't have
gone to school.
Why did I go to school
When I could have been spending
all that time modeling?
What are you--
what are you doing?
-I'll drive now.
-Where'd you get that?
Simon gave it to me.
-Ready?
-Wait, wait, you're not
driving like that.
Are you serious?
You are so-- oh, my God.
You know what?
Yeah, I'm not driving.
You're driving.
I'm walking home.
Hey.
Snoring?
Of course.
Having a glass of wine?
Obviously.
Is it-- is it really
about the snoring?
Spare me the lecture.
A girl can have a little
wine to help her sleep.
I'm-- I'm not worried about
the little bit of wine to sleep.
It's the bottle you
probably have with dinner.
I have a lot of stress, okay?
I mean, do you have
a three year old?
Oh, that's right, no.
You don't.
Or do you have endless
problems in your marriage?
Oh, that's right.
You're not married.
Wow.
Oh, God.
I'm-- I'm sorry,
Sloan, that was--
that was really uncalled for.
It's just...
we haven't had sex in months.
I feel so alone.
Honey, why do you
put up with a man
who's so emotionally
unavailable?
I mean, he wasn't
like this when we met.
He was gonna conquer
the art world.
That's who I fell
in love with.
Now, he hasn't touched
his camera in a year.
I heard that.
Yeah, well, who cares?
Lora, you okay?
Ssh, fine, go back to sleep.
Been down this road before.
A little too much vino.
Once Sara started, she--
she couldn't stop.
So I've heard
about a thousand times.
Can we just go to sleep?
I was having this
really weird dream.
Hmm.
About Sara, she was alive.
Great.
I mean,
she was older and calmer.
Like the age that she'd
be now if she hadn't died.
She drank a lot, I get it.
Can we just please drop it?
I'm sorry.
Wasn't trying
to make this about you.
Hmm.
It really was this...
incredibly realistic dream.
She called me
out of the blue and--
Wow, so cool.
Sorry, just felt like talking.
No, go ahead.
I love hearing about your dead
ex-girlfriend...
again.
Right.
Look, I'm sorry.
That was mean.
Tell me about your dream.
Doesn't matter.
Let me in.
I can't go on like this.
What do you say?
Wanna help me go to sleep?
I'm really tired.
Come on, live dangerously.
It's been a while.
Wanna put it in?
I hope, um...
I hope you can sleep now.
Oh, I will.
Help, help, someone has
broken into my apartment!
Sara, stop,
no one's chasing you.
They're chasing me.
Someone is always chasing me.
Help, help, someone has
broken into my apartment.
Shh.
Don't wake Lora.
What are you doing?
What are you doing?
What-- what are you doing?
Come on.
Peter.
Lora, hey.
How are you?
How's, uh, school going?
You know, first year done.
I got an internship
at a law firm, so no more
slaving for Terry.
Halle-fucking-lujah
How about you?
How's your amazing photography?
It's great, yeah,
I'm doing some stuff
I'm really excited about.
Oh, that's great.
Hey, I'm sorry I missed
your last exhibit.
I really wanted to go,
but I had this massive exam
the next day, so...
An exam?
Oh, I-- I didn't realize.
Yeah, but when's
your next one?
I'd love to go with you.
Actually, I have one
coming up that I'm...
Petey!
-Hey.
-Hi.
I just got 12,000 likes
on my Instagram post
in two minutes,
isn't that crazy?
Um, hi, I'm Sara,
nice to meet you.
Yeah, um, I know.
We-- we met.
We worked together
on the shoot.
Oh! Oh, yeah, that's right,
you were the stylist
on the shoot that me
and Petey first met at.
Yeah, um...
I'm gonna go back inside.
My boyfriend
is actually waiting.
Yeah, we're both
students here,
and we're gonna
study for the exam,
so I'll catch you later.
Wait, Lora, I--
She's gonna go see
her boyfriend.
Come on,
let's go make magic.
I like that Lora girl.
She's nice.
Yeah. No, I--
I like her too.
Her boyfriend
must be really great.
She seems really in love.
What about you?
Are you in love?
Do you love me?
It's--
it's only been a month.
So what?
You know how you feel.
I love you.
I-- mm-hmm.
Say it.
It's not
just something I say.
I'm cautious.
You don't have
to be cautious with me.
I would never
do anything to hurt you.
I bet Lora's boyfriend
tells her that he loves her.
I, um...
love you.
Okay?
I'm glad.
Let's make a baby.
This is gonna be
a magical photo.
Yeah.
So, how did it go?
It was great.
I can't believe you'd do this.
Bros before hoes, man.
I'm sorry, Terry,
really, but...
you told me you were
in love with Kim.
I also told you
Sara was my girlfriend.
Kim has nothing
to do with this.
I have nothing
to do with what?
Nothing.
Talking to my agent.
It's private.
Sorry.
Why do you even care?
It sounds like you're
staying there with Kim.
That's not the point.
Seems like you want to have
your cake and eat it, too.
I like cake.
We're talking about
having a kid.
Okay, I honestly didn't know
you guys were together.
I should've checked.
Good luck, asshole.
You're gonna need
to find a real job,
'cause you're gonna go broke
keeping that bitch
on wine and coke.
Yeah, coming from the guy
who force fed me both.
I thought you were alone.
You really are
a fucking asshole.
Fuck you, Terry.
I wish I never
met you that day.
You ruined my life.
Oh, boo-hoo.
You were a nobody.
I made you somebody.
Why don't you
and your loser boyfriend
go back to being nobodies?
And I can make that happen.
Petey is hardly a nobody.
His photos suck!
Hasn't even sold one
since I've known him.
Well, the Toblum Gallery
doesn't seem to think that.
Toblum?
The Toblum didn't sign him.
I didn't know
how to tell you.
I was ashamed.
Fuck you, Terry.
Van Gogh never sold
a painting.
It's not just about money.
Right.
And you, bitch.
You're pretty close
to your expiration date.
I wonder how long
before Van Gogh over here
passes you off
to some other guy further
down the food chain.
If that's even
fucking possible.
Fuck you.
He can't do that.
Can he?
-Can he?
-What?
Ruin my career?
-He can't do that?
-No, no, no, no, no.
I would never let that happen.
What about you?
You gonna pass me off
to someone else?
No.
Because you love me?
-Say it.
-Because...
Because...
Because...
Say it.
Because I-- I love you.
I thought you don't say that.
That's not your thing.
What are you doing here?
You look old.
Aren't you
supposed to be dead?
I still have a couple years.
Oh, yeah?
Well, hurry up.
I'd like to move on
with my life.
Go ahead.
Who's stopping you?
You!
I hate that photo.
I can't believe
it's hanging in our place.
Do you know
how much that hurts?
I'm sorry, Petey.
You're just not
going anywhere.
I'm getting some
really great feedback
on my new stuff.
You haven't sold
anything in two years.
I'm not getting any younger.
I don't have any more
time to waste.
You're only 22.
Practically a senior citizen.
Isn't that what you said?
I gotta go.
Whoops.
I forgot that.
Wait, wait, wait, wait.
I know it took me
too long to get there, but...
I love you.
There she is.
Let me get that
for you, baby.
All right.
There you go.
You looking beautiful tonight.
Thank you.
Hey!
See you in Italy, asshole.
Whoo-hoo!
Sometimes I wonder
if I ever really saw you.
If you ever really saw me.
Or if it was just the masks
that we were wearing.
Was I just with you 'cause you
were a photographer
and I thought I might
gain something from it?
No, we loved each other.
We weren't wearing masks.
We smile
even when we were hurting.
And we frown
even when we're not upset.
We hide how we really feel.
To protect ourselves.
I guess.
I wonder
what the world would be like
if we all took off our masks.
Would it be
a better place, or...
would it just screw
everything up?
Screw everything up.
The raw honesty
would be too much.
Not for me.
I wish you would
have been wearing a mask
the day you dumped me.
The honesty was way too much.
I didn't dump you.
You left me for another guy
with no warning.
A guy with a penthouse
and a modeling agency,
I might add.
I think I would
call that dumping.
I'm gonna look up
the definition of dumping
and we'll see about that.
You made me hate all
the work I'd ever done.
I couldn't even trust anyone.
Did I really?
Because I was supposed
to be your muse.
How is a 22-year-old kid
not supposed to get caught up
in all that glamour?
I tried to warn you.
Guys like Simon, they--
they prey on young girls.
Yeah, I found
that out the hard way.
But when I came back to you,
you didn't take me back.
So who dumped who?
Or is it whom?
That's not exactly
what happened.
Can you imagine
how different our lives
would have been
had you taken me back?
We'd both be dead.
Probably because we would have
killed each other.
It's, uh-- it's whom.
This girl comes down the stairs
practically naked.
And she's yelling
they are trying to rape her.
So I call 911.
The next thing she's running
down the street screaming.
Did you see the men?
No, there was no one
except her.
They smashed in the door
and, um,
then I, uh, ran away.
It's okay. We're here now.
Um, I-- I barely
got away, but then, um,
I screamed
and then they followed me.
And, um, they followed--
they-- they, um--
um, they didn't-- they didn't
follow me this time.
-This time?
-Mm-hmm.
Um, I got away this time,
but they could-- they could
come back.
I, um-- that lady,
everybody saw that lady.
She called the police
and, um,
I have to call my agent.
My-- my agent, Simon.
He's gonna fix everything.
Um, um, I--
I can't imagine how
they fixed the door.
Did you fix the door?
Uh, no, ma'am.
Oh, it's-- it's a mess.
They-- they trashed
the place.
Uh, can I get
you guys something?
Would you like
a glass of water?
-No. No.
-No thank you. We're good.
Um, do you smoke?
Would you like a cigarette?
Hey, they said
she hasn't been with
the agency in over two years.
No one will take her calls.
Um, have you heard from him?
-Uh, not yet. Sorry.
-Mm-mmm.
Um, Simon will fix it.
I'm sure he will.
Um, ma'am,
mind telling us about this?
I don't know what that is.
You mind if we take
a look around?
No, of course. Of, um, yeah.
Uh, you can have a seat.
Thank you.
Okay.
The men who broke into my
apartment must have left it.
- Uh-huh.
- -We'll check on that.
I was just a kid when Terry
asked me if I was a model.
And...
next thing you know,
I'm testing with him.
I'm shooting with him
and I'm sleeping with him.
And then I'm a model.
A commodity.
I'm sorry.
I-- I had no idea.
You said that before.
Maybe you just didn't want
to know how bad it was.
That's not fair.
I defended you.
Every photographer,
manager,
client in town
was pawing at me.
Why didn't you say something?
Tell your agency.
And risk losing my job?
No.
I had to pretend
like I liked it.
Sometimes I wonder what
life would have been like
had I not met guys like
Simon and Terry and you.
Don't put me
in the same boat as Terry.
Not every guy is like that.
Says every guy.
You know, I wonder what
life would have been like
had I just met some nice kid
and had kids of my own.
Maybe then I wouldn't have
had to die so young.
But you didn't die.
All that time that was
stolen from me is dead.
And I want it back.
You're here.
Sara, I don't know
about this.
Peter, no. Don't go.
Say cheese.
Peter, oh, my God.
What are you doing here?
I'm working the event.
Oh. Oh, of course.
With your famous
Irving Penn Nikon.
Right. Well, actually,
I just take snaps
at the events I work,
make a little extra cash
while I do my real job.
Your real job?
I'm one of the bartenders.
Oh, wow. Okay.
But I'm still a photographer
of the struggling variety.
But that's what we do
while we struggle.
We, uh, tend bar, wait tables.
It's very romantic.
Mmm.
Well, I'm glad you
haven't stopped working.
I always loved your work.
I thought your pictures
captured people's souls.
You were always too kind.
Well, I wouldn't have
told you that back then.
I mean, I was very insecure
and you were
very intimidating.
Me? Intimidating?
Yeah. With that cute smile
and that beautiful Nikon.
God, I had such
a huge crush on you.
I had no idea.
Well, if you
hadn't been so dense.
Well, if you
hadn't had a boyfriend.
Boyfriend?
Yeah. When I ran into you,
you were on
the way to meet him.
Oh, God.
Um, that's embarrassing.
Uh, I just said that
because you were with Sara.
God, I was so jealous.
Oh, I was totally into you,
but I thought
you weren't interested.
I flirted like crazy.
Maybe you weren't
that good at flirting.
Mmm, I guess I have to work
on my technique.
A little sketchy.
Better?
Uh...
Do I have to make my
intentions more clear?
You did say that I was dense.
Oh, wow.
Morning.
Good morning, to you too.
-Oh.
-Oh, I know, right?
You must think
I'm a total slut.
I hope you don't think
I do this all the time.
No, no, I hope you don't think
I do this all the time.
No. Not at all.
Oh, God.
I hope you weren't taking
a photo of me
while I was sleeping.
I look awful.
No, you look--
you look wonderful.
Irving Penn, forgive me...
but I think
you need a new camera.
Preferably one
with a screen on it
so I can check out what
you shot and then delete it.
God, I can't wait
to see all the photos
you've taken
since I last saw you.
Uh, I kind of feel
guilty about that.
I kind of implied--
well, actually, I said
that I was still
doing photography, but...
I'm not.
What? Why not?
I just, you know,
lost the urge,
lost my mojo or whatever.
Oh, bullshit.
You don't just lose the urge.
You're one of the most talented
photographers I know.
I think a lot of people
would disagree with that.
Like who? Terry?
I've been doing photography
since I was 14.
I even got a degree
in it, but...
how much rejection can you
take before you realize that...
you're just not good enough?
Peter, to make it
you have to have two things.
Talent and perseverance.
With a lot of talent
and no perseverance,
you're not going anywhere.
But with perseverance
and a little talent
you're gonna make it
to the top.
How do you think I made it
through law school?
You've got so much talent.
We just have to work
on your perseverance.
You can't give up.
I won't let you.
Now, time to get
your mojo back.
I'll give you
some of my perseverance.
I'll be your muse.
I can't believe it took us
this long to get together.
Things could have been so...
different.
You really do look wonderful.
Thanks.
She's great.
It's wonderful for you, man.
Sorry for her, though.
And she's even cooler
than she was in her 20s.
And she's a lawyer,
not a model.
It's about time
you guys linked up.
Plus, you never know
when I might get arrested.
Or more likely
when you get arrested.
I just hope that you
remember who tried
to hook you guys up
in the first place.
You were right.
Yeah, man,
if there's something still
there, I'm all for it.
Especially 'cause you've been
alone too long since Sara...
Still feel sorry
for Lora, though.
Has she any friends or...
I can't believe it
took you this long to ask.
Me, too.
I felt I should do
the like good friend
thing before I asked.
This is you
being a good friend?
-I'm trying.
-It's not bad.
-Okay, ready?
-No, no, don't.
You know how much I hate
getting my pictures taken.
Well, then you shouldn't have
bought your boyfriend
an incredible new camera.
Is that what you are?
My boyfriend?
I hope so.
Come on, you look great.
Yes, there she is.
I better not see those
in your next exhibit.
But that is a risk you take
when you date an artiste.
-Let me see.
-Here.
Yeah?
-Delete.
-Really?
What can I say?
I'm a lawyer, not a model.
Yeah, but I thought you nerds
liked to let your hair down.
Bad hair day.
That's not true.
I am so excited.
You're gonna love
your surprise.
This is the best food in LA.
-Hola, jeffe.
-Qu pas, Lora?
Can I have
two carne asada tacos?
And do you have cactus today?
-Yes.
-Oh, I love cactus.
Do you like cactus?
It's so good.
Um, whatever you're having.
Uh, chicken?
Do you like chicken?
-Mm-hmm.
-Can we have also two chicken?
I'm so sorry.
I had no idea.
How could you?
I can't believe
this is an exact place
where you had your first date.
If I'd known, I would have
never brought you here.
It's okay.
It's been a long time.
How long has it been
since she passed?
Two years.
That's not long at all.
It had been two years
since we hadn't
been together, so...
Did I ever show you this?
Sorry, the screen's cracked.
She was beautiful.
God, I only met her once,
but I thought she was nice.
I used to get a kick
when I'd see her in magazines.
She worked like crazy
for a minute.
Editorials mostly,
so no money, but lots
of exposure.
I took that photo.
Tells me so much about her.
Captures her soul.
I'd like to take
a photo of you.
Capture your soul.
Mmm, I can't compete
with that.
It's not a competition,
and yes, you can.
That poor girl.
Trapped in that world
of drugs and alcohol.
I hope she finally
found her peace.
Me, too.
You remember?
I, uh...
thought you'd get
a kick out of this.
We made this
after our first kiss.
Sara, I--
I can't. I--
I'm married. That's--
that's not why I'm here.
Come, I made tea.
- Dude.
- Oh!
Dude, here she is.
Lora!
-So great to see you.
-Hello.
Wow.
Gotta say, it is weird
that you're dating a guy
who refers to another
grown man as dude.
Mm, point taken.
Yeah, I reserve dude for
the troglodytes of this world.
-Oh, hey, dude.
-Oh, hi.
Same old Jasper.
It's like nothing's changed.
Look at us
in the same old studio again.
When Peter told me that you
were still working with Terry,
I couldn't believe it.
Yeah, it's actually
pretty okay.
Guy's real mellow nowadays.
- Really?
- No.
But it's nice to see
you guys together, man.
Yeah, he told me
that you always thought
we'd be a great couple.
Ah, well, I meant it.
Look at you guys, man.
I should have listened
to you earlier.
Much earlier.
Mm-hmm. You should
always listen to me.
Everyone should always
listen to me.
But he definitely
didn't say that you asked
if I have any friends.
Yeah.
Well, thank goodness
he didn't do that.
Mm-hmm.
But in answer to that question
that you definitely didn't ask,
here's my best friend, Sloane.
Uh...
Hi.
I'm-- I'm Jasper.
Hi, Jasper.
-Hi.
-Nice to--
-Got a firm handshake.
-That was-- yeah,
that was weird.
This is...
Hey, Peter, real quick.
Just, um,
you have the best
girlfriend ever.
And you don't deserve
this woman.
You really don't.
Um, do you-- do you
want to see my equipment?
-The-- like the studio?
-Your equipment?
-The studio equipment.
-Yeah, let's check out
that equipment.
Yeah, let's do that.
-Really? Really?
-Yeah.
Yeah, let's go.
But I don't--
don't understand why--
why we shouldn't.
Because we haven't
been together in two years.
We can't just get married.
But you said
that you loved me.
No, no, I-- I did.
So were you lying?
I did. I do. I just--
Our time is over, okay?
Fuck you.
I might not be
a model anymore,
but you're still a loser who
can't sell a fucking picture.
You've said that before.
Get the fuck
out of my apartment.
Get out of my apartment!
Get out!
I've been dumped by
a lot better than you.
You still love my pictures.
At least that's what you said.
Yeah, well, we all say
a lot of things, don't we?
-Please.
-No, don't.
-I know this seems
like a good idea now...
-Please.
-...or tomorrow
to see how long--
-Please, you have to marry me.
-Stop! Just stop!
-Please. Please.
- You're gonna see
tomorrow that it's--
-Fuck.
-Please don't go.
-Please don't go!
-Don't do this!
-Please, stop.
-Please don't go. Please.
I can't do that.
I can't do this.
That was two weeks
before she died.
I was so scared at how
wrecked she'd become.
I ran for the hills.
Well, that's understandable.
When she died,
I just felt so...
guilty.
What if I had married her?
Do you think
she'd still be alive?
You can't do that to yourself.
She'd sunk so deep,
you couldn't have saved her.
You would've just
ended up drowning yourself.
Hey, man. Um...
-You look great.
-So do you.
Yeah, I know.
We clean up nice as fuck.
Um... you okay?
-Yeah, I'm ready.
-All right.
This isn't too soon.
No, absolutely not.
Okay. I mean, it's only
been a few months.
You can still get married
in a year.
No, no way. Look...
I only wish it
had been six years ago.
Maybe-- maybe Sara
would be alive.
Whoa. Um...
that's a stretch.
And you don't care that
she doesn't want kids?
No, she just-- she wants me
to get back to work.
She's-- she's perfect.
Okay, man.
If it's the right thing,
I'm all for it.
Oh, and, uh, don't forget.
Me and Lora was totally
your idea.
And just because you hooked
up with her friend Sloane,
now you get to have doubts?
Yeah, that's how it works.
Congrats, buddy.
All right.
Dearly beloved
friends and family,
we are gathered today
to celebrate the lifelong
union of Lora and Peter.
We celebrate
the separate journeys
that made them come together,
and we send them forward
with good luck
on this new journey
that they are going to
embark on as partners.
You have to be ready
from this point on
to no longer make any
decisions individually...
but to think of your partner.
Are you both
ready to do this?
No.
Sorry, I was just joking.
I now pronounce you
husband and wife.
Would you excuse me
for one second. I know.
Are you gonna run out already?
What--
- Oh, that's Peter.
- The bathroom is that way.
Always running out.
That's huge.
Wow. This looks
like at least two dollars.
Sara?
No. Emma.
You okay, Peter?
What are you doing, man?
She's dead.
-You saw her, too?
-Who?
The person
you just said, Sara.
I'm talking about
your wife, Lora.
She's dead tired
and she wants you to meet
her in the room
for a little bit of rest.
Yeah. Mm-hmm.
Mm.
Oh, for God's sake.
Hello?
No. Hold on.
It's for you.
Hello?
I told you to stop calling.
No, because there's nothing
to talk about.
All right. Okay.
Just for a minute.
What? What was that?
It was Terry.
He wants to come over and talk
and I told him no.
But...
he insisted.
Uh, weird.
When's he coming?
Shit.
Do you mind?
I'm out of here.
I can't believe this, Peter.
On my wedding night?
Excuse me.
What is he doing here?
Get out.
I'm not going anywhere.
I need to talk to her alone.
You're scaring her.
You're the one who
should be fucking scared.
No! No! Stop it!
Stop! Stop! Stop!
Anything you want
to say to me, you can say
in front of Petey.
Hey, this is the biggest
mistake of your life.
You can kiss
your career goodbye.
Stupid fucking whore.
I could've taken him.
-Are you okay?
-Yeah.
-I'm fine.
-Oh, my God.
Oh, your shirt is ripped.
It's just a shirt.
Maybe I could knit you
a new one.
-I almost stabbed him.
-Yeah.
Almost.
I still feel bad
how that all went down.
Me, too.
Sara was troubled.
We both loved her.
At least now she's in
a far better place.
I hope--
I hope she found the peace
she was looking for.
Bygones, my friend.
Bygones.
Gonna leave me hanging?
That's what
I'm talking about, right?
Okay, so let's talk
about this deal.
Yeah, I mean,
that's why we're here.
Things have been
really good for me.
All these foreign fashion mags,
they pay in cash.
So I'm lousy with this stuff.
And it couldn't have
happened to a nicer guy.
Except maybe me.
Okay, all right, I get it?
I get it, Petey.
Look.
Petey...
Lora was right.
I was jealous of you.
You might have
always been broke.
But you were doing
what you loved.
I was just out here
making a shitload of cash
and banging chicks.
So I want to pay it forward.
You know?
Honor all this great artwork
you made for free.
Which ain't right.
Beautiful. Just beautiful.
I always loved this one.
So here's the deal.
My accountant
keeps telling me I need
to convert all this cash...
to more convenient vehicles.
IRS, you know
what I'm saying?
What do you mean?
Come on, show you something.
Yeah.
So this is how we do it,
and I want you in on it.
Five thousand dollar bills.
Make them like hotcakes
right here.
I defy you
to tell the difference.
Jasper, give me a stack.
Five thousand dollar bills?
I didn't even know
they existed.
Where've you been?
Wait, what does this
have to do with photography?
What do you do with them?
Spend them, of course.
Where in the world
can I spend a five thousand
dollar bill?
Anywhere.
Buy a hamburger, pay with
one of these babies,
and they give you change.
The change is always legit.
Change for a five thousand
dollar bill?
What kind of hamburger
joint can do that?
Never had a problem.
Here, take another stack.
That's like 200 G's.
Look, I'm buying
your shitty artwork.
-Get it?
-What the fuck?
Rub this all over
your wounded ego.
I don't want your money.
Okay, I just want
to do my work.
I just want to do
my fucking work.
Take the money.
Buy yourself a new camera.
Maybe one
from the 21st century.
Fuck you.
I don't want your money.
Tell your boy
to fucking take it.
No.
Come here, Petey boy.
No.
Don't let that bastard
get away.
You have both come together
on separate journeys,
but from this point forward...
Get him.
Hey, sorry about
that back there.
I had to make him think
I was on his side.
I'm too old for this shit.
Slow down.
Lora?
Peter, help me.
I don't know you.
-Peter, help me.
-Sara?
We love each other.
Get him!
Hey!
Nowhere to run now,
Petey boy.
I forgot one thing.
I can fly.
What the hell?
Code blue. Code blue.
- Hey.
Clear!
Sorry, ma'am,
you can't be here.
I'm sorry.
You have to wait outside.
Clear.
Crash and burn, asshole.
I'm fucking losing it, Lora.
I-- I can't breathe.
I-- I can't work.
I can't forgive myself.
What happened to Sara
was not your fault.
What if you're wrong?
Would you leave me then?
I can't do this again.
I won't keep waiting for you
to let go of the past.
Don't give up on us, Lora.
Peter!
Peter!
He's alive.
Do you have a picture?
Of course.
Sorry about my phone.
I don't know how it cracked.
Smart as a whip.
He looks just like you.
Speaks three languages
and he just finished writing
his first novel.
Wow.
So advanced.
He also paints.
Large-scale figurative mostly.
You sound like a proud father.
At first, Lora
didn't want kids, but...
she changed her mind.
Do you still think about me?
I know that you do.
We love each other.
Not like that.
I think so.
I think about everything
that happened
between us all the time.
It's-- it's not fair
to Lora.
It makes us fight.
We see a therapist.
Petey, we could
still be together.
We could pick up
right where we left off.
Bobby could be our son.
The child we always wanted.
I could be his mother.
He never really says
he loves me.
Sometimes he says the words,
but it's like
he's not even there.
-Is this true, Peter?
-It's not really my thing.
Not something I say.
I heard him say it
to his ex-girlfriend.
I was there.
You weren't even
supposed to be there.
I'm not even sure
how you were.
I said you capture
people's souls.
But where is yours?
I need to find you,
to love you, to be loved.
I--
I feel like
I've lost my ability to love.
Like I'm... dead inside.
What are you afraid of, Peter?
Um, I don't know.
Yes, you do.
Come on. Say it.
I guess I'm afraid of...
letting myself go and it'll
all be over and...
she'll leave me.
So if you don't put
your whole heart into it,
then your heart
can't be broken again.
Is that it, Peter?
Peter, there are no
guarantees in life
and love.
We all have to take risks.
I don't know if I'm...
strong enough to take
that risk again.
Maybe-- maybe I don't
deserve your love.
Of course you do.
What if I've done something
that you could never forgive?
Would you stop saying that?
I'm afraid that's our time.
Our time? Our fucking time?
You don't give a shit.
Peter!
It's really the best
we can hope for right now.
No change is better than
a change for the worse.
We just need to be patient.
Many people come out
of comas of this length.
Thank you, Dr. Sloan.
You and your whole
staff have been amazing.
But all things considered...
do you have children?
You might want
to think about--
Yeah, no.
We don't have any children.
Peter always wanted to so badly,
but I always said no.
I can't-- I can't believe
that it might be too late now.
Even though she was dead,
every time we made love,
I couldn't feel her
right there with us.
So I started drinking
like her.
I just didn't know
what else to do.
How do you fight for your man
against a dead woman?
It's not a fair fight.
No, no. Don't give up
on us, Lora.
I don't want to drive anymore.
Lora. Lora.
Oh, my God. Peter.
You're so beautiful.
Like-- like an angel.
My wife.
Where am I?
Uh, do you remember anything?
I was in an accident.
-Talking on the phone.
-Yes.
How long has it been?
Three weeks.
God, I've been so worried.
You've been in a coma
this whole time.
I was having
the strangest dream.
You were there.
Jasper was there.
Sloane was there.
Sloane?
Sloane, Sloane, Sloane.
You're best friend, Sloane.
I-- I don't have
a friend named Sloane.
But maybe you mean Dr. Sloane.
She's been here every day.
It was so real.
Sara was there, too.
God, I'm so sorry, Peter.
I can't help but feel
like this was all my fault.
Your fault?
We were arguing
when this happened,
and I said some really harsh
things that I didn't mean to.
It wasn't your fault.
I'm the one who should
be sorry. You were--
you were right.
Sara has been standing
in the way of us.
And I want to change that.
-Peter.
-I was a fool.
Okay, if you say so.
Hey, Peter,
I've been thinking.
I want to have a baby.
Do you still want to?
Yes.
Will you mind
your own business?
Stop!
You're not wanted here.
He's coming with me.
Petey, we can
be together forever.
Isn't that what you wanted?
No, we're having a baby.
Sara, I-- I love you
and I know you loved me,
but...
I want to live.
You're on and on
and on about love.
You don't get it, do you?
It's the same mask.
Do I have to show you?
Do you get it now?
I don't love you.
I hate you.
You're the reason I died.
What?
You thought
that I wanted you to die
so we could
be together forever.
I want you to suffer the way
that you made me suffer.
I don't blame you
for hating me, but...
I shouldn't have
left you there.
I was-- I was scared, okay?
He couldn't have saved you.
You would have dragged
him down with you.
So that's your story?
You were scared?
Let's see your real face.
We haven't been together
for two years.
We-- we can't
just get married.
But you said
that you loved me.
-Were you lying?
-No.
No, I-- I didn't.
I do. It's just--
It was-- it was the past.
You know what? Fuck you!
I might be an ex-model,
but you're just a loser who
can't sell a fucking picture.
You said that.
Get out
of my fucking apartment!
-Get out!
-Okay. Okay.
I've been dumped
by a lot better than you.
You used to love my pictures.
You-- you said--
you said that.
We all say a lot of things.
Don't do this.
Look, I know it seems like
a good idea now,
but tomorrow, you're gonna
see how wrong it is.
Why won't you
fucking marry me?
Sara, I can't do this.
Get the fuck
out of my apartment.
Please, why won't you
marry me?
Why won't you marry me?
I'm sorry, Sara.
I gotta go.
There he is.
I knew you might die,
but I left anyway.
I told everyone it was
because I was scared.
I left you there on purpose.
I knew exactly
what I was doing.
The honesty is blinding.
I told you I'd done something
you could never forgive.
I'm not the one who
needs to forgive you.
You need to forgive yourself.
I can't do that.
You're not gonna
be able to love somebody
else until you do.
Petey, she's right.
It wasn't your fault.
There was nothing you could
do to save me from myself.
I should've tried.
That's-- that's the point,
right?
Sara, you were...
the most exciting,
wild person I'd ever met,
and... I loved you.
That was the past
and-- and Lora
is my present.
And I've hurt her
just as much
as I've hurt you.
All I want to do is
spend the rest of my life
making up for all the bad
things that I've done.
I know I would never bring
you the peace you deserve.
So...
I won't run away
this time.
I'm coming with you.
Peter, no.
Unresponsive.
No pulse.
Clear.
Don't be afraid.
Nothing.
Peter! Peter!
Clear.
Poor bastard.
Holy shit.
Holy shit.
It's time to forgive
yourself, Peter.
It's time to let me go.
Hang in there, pal.
-It'll be all right.
-Sir, stay with us.
-Lora, Lora.
-Sir.
-Lora!
-Who's Lora?
Was there someone
in the car with you?
Oh, no, no.
No, Lora--
Lora's my wife.
I need to tell her, Lora.
It's okay, sir.
I need to tell her
how much--
I need to tell her
how much I love her.
Sir, we'll find Lora.
Sir, calm down.
Calm down.
We'll find Lora.
Lora.
Do I look cute?
Are you sure this is okay?
I know you hate
having your photo taken.
Where'd you get that idea?
After the trial's over,
we nerds love to let
our hair down.
I love you.
No, no, no,
don't give up on me, Lora.
All I wanted
is for us to be happy.
But that's all I want too.
Then why'd you
storm out of therapy?
Are you pushing me to leave?
No, that is the last
thing that I want.
I love you, Peter,
but I can't keep doing this.
I-- I love you.
You say the words,
but it's like you're
not even there.
You know that kind of stuff
is-- it's awkward for me.
I think you're still
in love with her.
What?
That's ridiculous,
not to mention impossible.
I don't know
why you even married me.
I want to be with you,
not her.
I'd give anything
to believe that.
Lora, I'm losing
my fucking mind, okay?
I can't eat, I can't breathe,
I can't work.
I can't forgive myself.
For the hundredth time,
what happened to Sara
was not your fault.
What if you're wrong?
Would you leave me then?
I can't do this again.
I won't keep waiting for you
to let go of the past.
No, no, don't give up
on us, Lora.
-We're focused here.
-All right.
Hey, guys, smile.
Fuck you, Peter.
That was a great shot, Simon,
you're gonna
absolutely hate it.
So is it true that you
actually won first prize
at the photographer's league?
- Ta-da.
- He's got
a blue ribbon.
I guess it's true then.
All right, well,
I'll tell you what,
give me a call
next week, okay?
All right.
Uh, I don't really do fashion.
You don't do fashion?
Then don't call.
-Like I give a shit.
-All right, all right,
come on, come here.
-No, no, no, I'll--
I will call.
-Yeah, sure.
-He said he's gonna come over.
-Still doesn't change
the fucking scenario.
Oh, hey, Lora, I--
-I didn't know you'd be here.
-Hi, Peter.
I just wanna say
thanks for telling Jasper
to invite me the other night.
Yeah, I'm glad
he had a great time.
I didn't know law students
could be so fun.
Yeah, in between
torts and contracts,
we nerds love
to get our hair down.
Okay, that came off.
So, I was wondering if--
Yo, Peter, you found her.
Nice.
Jasper, there we go baby.
There he is, sandbag king.
-Lora, you ready?
-No, no, I look terrible.
You look wonderful.
What is that?
They use that back in the '19s
or something, Petey.
Awesome Nikon, Peter.
Vintage, right?
-Yeah.
-Yeah, the same one
that Irving Penn used.
Your work
reminds me a lot of his.
Wow, that is the nicest
thing anyone's ever said to me.
So, I'm in a group exhibit
that opens on Thursday.
Maybe you'd wanna
come with me?
Oh, Thursday, um, I--
I get it. It's okay.
Hey, you two
wanna get a room?
Do it after the shoot.
I have an exam on Friday.
Lora, move your ass.
Sara, ready?
Don't talk to her like that.
I pay the bills.
I'll talk to her
however I want.
You really are an asshole,
you know that?
Wow, it's like
the nicest thing
anyone's ever said
to me, Petey.
Can you not?
Stop, stop.
Okay, last looks.
One second.
-Thank you.
-Mm-hmm.
I'm just finishing this.
Boop.
Posted.
Okay, come on.
They're waiting for you.
I could've sworn
there was an accident,
but I got out and...
there's nothing.
Oh shit.
Lora?
Lora, are you there?
Sorry, we must've
got disconnected.
Where are you?
Lora?
No, silly, it's me, Sara.
Sara, that-- that's--
that's impossible.
Where are you already?
Um, I'm on the side
of the road somewhere.
I thought
there was an accident.
Are you okay?
Yeah, I pulled over
to check it out.
Stay in the car
until the police get there.
No, I already got out
and looked.
Are you crazy?
Don't be a hero.
I couldn't live with
myself if someone got hurt
and I didn't try to help.
No, that wouldn't
be like you.
I-- everything was okay.
Good, well,
please drive carefully,
but you can speed a little.
I can't wait to see you.
I can't wait
to see you, too.
There's so much
I need to explain.
There's a lot to talk about.
I can't believe you called.
You were really shocked.
I mean, it's not every day
you hear from your ex...
especially one who's been
dead for four years.
Just a little smile, come on.
Come on, Sara.
There it is.
Loosen up a little
bit more, baby.
Uh-huh, yeah, bring your hands
up a little bit higher.
Right there.
Hotter.
I want you to look like
you just had the best sex
of your life.
That's it.
Don't worry,
I won't tell your daddy.
One more, that's it.
That's it, we got it,
that's a wrap.
Wow.
That was absolutely fantastic.
I mean,
I gotta tell you something,
you are just so, uh...
sexy and, uh...
you're just
absolutely so cool.
Thank you.
Yeah, hey, Tootsky, huh?
-What?
-Tootsky.
-Oh, no, I don't do that.
-No?
Yeah, well, work is done,
it's time to play.
Oops.
Listen, I've got this new
national campaign coming up
and I'm thinking about
getting you in on it.
What's it for?
Well, we'll figure
that out later.
You'd be perfect.
Come on, just try one.
Just one.
Come on.
There you go,
one more time, one more time,
one more time.
There it is, oh!
Bingo.
Yo, Petey, come here,
I want you to meet somebody.
Simon.
-Yeah.
-I know you're her agent,
but the line form's
in the rear, bro.
Oh, man, all we were doing
is just talking about Italy
and Sara was telling me
how much she would just love
to go there, weren't you?
I was?
Come on now.
Oh, you should show
her pictures of your villa.
All the girls who go there
say how great it is at first.
Why don't you go fuck yourself?
And by the way, what
are you even doing here?
Angling for an invite to Italy?
Not even if you
had a vagina, buddy.
Weinstein much?
Terry, email me those proofs.
And you, smart guy, listen,
I remember I told you
to call me next week.
Don't bother.
Ciao bella.
Smooth move, Junior.
You really don't
like to work, do you?
Well, I was just
never good at kissing ass.
Any pointers?
Lora.
This is Sara, my girlfriend.
This self-destructive
nut is my bud Pete.
-Hi.
-He's a photographer too.
But unlike me,
not even slightly successful.
-What are you doing?
-I'm just helping.
Well, translation--
I don't do fashion.
Translation--
broke, no villa in Italy.
But he's got a shiny
brand new blue ribbon.
Are you jealous, Terry?
I mean,
Peter's photos are brilliant.
Not just about money.
What is this,
pile on Terry day?
I didn't know
you were so feisty.
It's cute.
Not model cute, but cute.
Wow, that's gross.
Hi, Petey.
It's Peter, I haven't been
Petey since I was 10.
So if your villa is not
in Italy, then where is it?
Well, I keep it modest.
Couch in Jasper's apartment
with a view... of a wall.
I like your ribbon.
I have some blue yarn
that looks just like that.
I could make you a scarf.
I make them for everybody.
It's like I'm a machine.
Some chica, huh?
You gotta cut all this
starving artists bullshit
and get you
some of these perks.
Don't-- don't leave me
hanging, bro.
-Okay.
-That's what
I'm talking about.
I don't wanna go to Chicago.
But I gotta get there
before the vultures attack.
-Vultures?
-Yeah.
Hot model like Kim breaks up,
they swoop in
with shoulders to cry on.
Ah, vultures,
so guys like you.
What about that girl Sara?
Thought she was
your girlfriend.
Yeah, well...
sure, sorta.
But Kim...
You're a classy guy, Terry.
Thanks, buddy.
So when do you think
you'll be back?
If things work out with
me and Kim, I might stay.
I might stay even if
things don't work out.
Yeah, wannabes there
freak out over
a real photographer.
You wouldn't know
anything about that though.
They're very lucky to have you.
You're damn right.
So, uh, maybe I could use
the studio while you're gone?
Hell, why not?
Knock yourself out.
And some of the equipment?
Don't push your luck.
Jasper, are you
gonna do any work?
So, Petey.
Can you do me a favor.
Keep an eye out on Sara
for me while I'm gone.
Sure, maybe I'll ask
her to do some photos.
Is that okay?
Not a good career
move on her part,
but why not?
Just don't fuck anything up.
Have fun.
Sara? Seriously?
You know that's bad news
down the line.
Oh, no, no,
it's not like that.
She's with Terry.
Plus, I just think we could
get some great photos.
Right, right.
I mean, you know Lora's
the better bet, right?
Because you guys
go great together.
Lora?
Why do you say that?
Well, because she's like
totally into you.
I mean, she's always
flirting with you, dude.
Just... Peter...
You're crazier than I thought
and I always thought
you were crazy.
Come on, man, she's putting
herself through law school,
working for Terry.
That's gotta count
for something.
Any woman who can do that
is some kind of woman, bro.
-She's not flirting with me.
-That's--
Believe me, I wish she was.
What makes you so sure?
Because I asked her out
and she shot me down.
Oh, for real?
Oh.
So she's even
smarter than I thought.
Yeah, thank you.
We look good.
We do not.
Hey, you are gonna
absolutely love it.
Best thing you'll ever taste.
-Jorge, hey.
-Hey, hola, Peter.
So I think you gotta
get at least two tacos.
I'd start with two tacos.
And definitely the corn.
Jorge, what do you
think of the scarf?
Excelente.
Excellente, yeah.
Wow, that was really good.
I'm glad you called.
Yeah, it was my duty.
When your boyfriend asked
me to check on you, I--
Why does he keep saying that?
Terry is not my boyfriend.
Terry is everybody's
boyfriend.
Will you take a picture of me?
Mm-hmm, yeah.
Right.
Ready?
[camera licks
Oh, wow,
that's really good.
You're really talented.
Posting.
Can you believe
I have over a million
Instagram followers already?
Yes, yes I can.
It's crazy.
But you know,
I really like it here.
So normal.
I get so tired of all
those fancy parties.
Yeah, you must be tired
of being adored
and worshipped
all the time, right?
Well, it is a lot of work.
But you don't really
get paid for it.
You get lots
of free stuff and promo,
but, I mean,
I guess it's not all that bad.
But look who's talking.
I bet you're the center
of attention
every time
you have a big exhibit.
I mean, I've had a couple
photos in a group exhibit.
So... no.
But soon.
You're gonna
be famous someday.
I know it.
We should do a real
photo session sometime.
Yeah, I-- I was thinking
the same thing.
Yeah, we could make magic.
I could be your muse.
Petey,
Terry is not my boyfriend.
Really?
I started drinking more.
Which was even worse
than the drugs.
Well, what happened
to your friends?
The other models,
the photographers.
You were wrong about
the whole turning 30 thing.
For me, it was 24.
All of a sudden, I wasn't
an influencer anymore
and that whole crowd
dropped me cold.
It got so bad.
So bad that I thought men were
breaking into my apartment
and I ran outside
practically naked, screaming,
until the neighbors
called the police.
I-- I didn't realize
how bad it was.
I still had some
Instagram followers,
but that didn't bring in a dime.
So, I started waitressing
and one morning...
when I didn't come in...
they found me unconscious.
Bottles all over the place.
And everyone heard
that day that I died.
But how could I have not
have heard you were alive?
I didn't want any part
of that world anymore.
So, I let the rumors
stand and I was dead.
When Terry told me
I didn't even question it.
How could somebody
be so wrong about
something like that?
Wishful thinking.
"Hey, bud.
Did you hear?
Sara's dead."
That's literally all he said
on the voicemail.
Terry.
Enough chit chat.
Will you hurry up already?
I'm dying.
No, not again.
This is so fun.
I can't believe
I never did this before.
Who are you waving at?
That guy.
I think he wants to race.
-No, wait, no, Sara,
he doesn't want to race us.
-Yeah, he wants to race us.
No, there's no fucking way
he wants to race.
He wanted to race us.
Look, I can't believe
you're 20 years old
and you've never
learned to drive.
Can you cut me some slack?
-Yeah.
-Cool.
-Okay, you ready?
-Yeah.
Don't just rev the engine.
I didn't.
I forgot to put it in drive.
AH, jeez.
You're making me nervous.
I-- I don't want
to drive anymore.
-Wait, no, wait, you're being
a spoiled brat, okay?
-Quit it.
Look, you think you can
just do whatever you want
because you're a model?
Can't I?
Well, it's cute at 20.
It's not gonna be cute
at 30, trust me.
Oh, you don't think I'm gonna
be cute when I'm 30?
No, no, it's not like that.
It's just, at 20 you're
practically a senior citizen.
Girls have been doing it
since they were 16.
Lucky them.
I shouldn't have
gone to school.
Why did I go to school
When I could have been spending
all that time modeling?
What are you--
what are you doing?
-I'll drive now.
-Where'd you get that?
Simon gave it to me.
-Ready?
-Wait, wait, you're not
driving like that.
Are you serious?
You are so-- oh, my God.
You know what?
Yeah, I'm not driving.
You're driving.
I'm walking home.
Hey.
Snoring?
Of course.
Having a glass of wine?
Obviously.
Is it-- is it really
about the snoring?
Spare me the lecture.
A girl can have a little
wine to help her sleep.
I'm-- I'm not worried about
the little bit of wine to sleep.
It's the bottle you
probably have with dinner.
I have a lot of stress, okay?
I mean, do you have
a three year old?
Oh, that's right, no.
You don't.
Or do you have endless
problems in your marriage?
Oh, that's right.
You're not married.
Wow.
Oh, God.
I'm-- I'm sorry,
Sloan, that was--
that was really uncalled for.
It's just...
we haven't had sex in months.
I feel so alone.
Honey, why do you
put up with a man
who's so emotionally
unavailable?
I mean, he wasn't
like this when we met.
He was gonna conquer
the art world.
That's who I fell
in love with.
Now, he hasn't touched
his camera in a year.
I heard that.
Yeah, well, who cares?
Lora, you okay?
Ssh, fine, go back to sleep.
Been down this road before.
A little too much vino.
Once Sara started, she--
she couldn't stop.
So I've heard
about a thousand times.
Can we just go to sleep?
I was having this
really weird dream.
Hmm.
About Sara, she was alive.
Great.
I mean,
she was older and calmer.
Like the age that she'd
be now if she hadn't died.
She drank a lot, I get it.
Can we just please drop it?
I'm sorry.
Wasn't trying
to make this about you.
Hmm.
It really was this...
incredibly realistic dream.
She called me
out of the blue and--
Wow, so cool.
Sorry, just felt like talking.
No, go ahead.
I love hearing about your dead
ex-girlfriend...
again.
Right.
Look, I'm sorry.
That was mean.
Tell me about your dream.
Doesn't matter.
Let me in.
I can't go on like this.
What do you say?
Wanna help me go to sleep?
I'm really tired.
Come on, live dangerously.
It's been a while.
Wanna put it in?
I hope, um...
I hope you can sleep now.
Oh, I will.
Help, help, someone has
broken into my apartment!
Sara, stop,
no one's chasing you.
They're chasing me.
Someone is always chasing me.
Help, help, someone has
broken into my apartment.
Shh.
Don't wake Lora.
What are you doing?
What are you doing?
What-- what are you doing?
Come on.
Peter.
Lora, hey.
How are you?
How's, uh, school going?
You know, first year done.
I got an internship
at a law firm, so no more
slaving for Terry.
Halle-fucking-lujah
How about you?
How's your amazing photography?
It's great, yeah,
I'm doing some stuff
I'm really excited about.
Oh, that's great.
Hey, I'm sorry I missed
your last exhibit.
I really wanted to go,
but I had this massive exam
the next day, so...
An exam?
Oh, I-- I didn't realize.
Yeah, but when's
your next one?
I'd love to go with you.
Actually, I have one
coming up that I'm...
Petey!
-Hey.
-Hi.
I just got 12,000 likes
on my Instagram post
in two minutes,
isn't that crazy?
Um, hi, I'm Sara,
nice to meet you.
Yeah, um, I know.
We-- we met.
We worked together
on the shoot.
Oh! Oh, yeah, that's right,
you were the stylist
on the shoot that me
and Petey first met at.
Yeah, um...
I'm gonna go back inside.
My boyfriend
is actually waiting.
Yeah, we're both
students here,
and we're gonna
study for the exam,
so I'll catch you later.
Wait, Lora, I--
She's gonna go see
her boyfriend.
Come on,
let's go make magic.
I like that Lora girl.
She's nice.
Yeah. No, I--
I like her too.
Her boyfriend
must be really great.
She seems really in love.
What about you?
Are you in love?
Do you love me?
It's--
it's only been a month.
So what?
You know how you feel.
I love you.
I-- mm-hmm.
Say it.
It's not
just something I say.
I'm cautious.
You don't have
to be cautious with me.
I would never
do anything to hurt you.
I bet Lora's boyfriend
tells her that he loves her.
I, um...
love you.
Okay?
I'm glad.
Let's make a baby.
This is gonna be
a magical photo.
Yeah.
So, how did it go?
It was great.
I can't believe you'd do this.
Bros before hoes, man.
I'm sorry, Terry,
really, but...
you told me you were
in love with Kim.
I also told you
Sara was my girlfriend.
Kim has nothing
to do with this.
I have nothing
to do with what?
Nothing.
Talking to my agent.
It's private.
Sorry.
Why do you even care?
It sounds like you're
staying there with Kim.
That's not the point.
Seems like you want to have
your cake and eat it, too.
I like cake.
We're talking about
having a kid.
Okay, I honestly didn't know
you guys were together.
I should've checked.
Good luck, asshole.
You're gonna need
to find a real job,
'cause you're gonna go broke
keeping that bitch
on wine and coke.
Yeah, coming from the guy
who force fed me both.
I thought you were alone.
You really are
a fucking asshole.
Fuck you, Terry.
I wish I never
met you that day.
You ruined my life.
Oh, boo-hoo.
You were a nobody.
I made you somebody.
Why don't you
and your loser boyfriend
go back to being nobodies?
And I can make that happen.
Petey is hardly a nobody.
His photos suck!
Hasn't even sold one
since I've known him.
Well, the Toblum Gallery
doesn't seem to think that.
Toblum?
The Toblum didn't sign him.
I didn't know
how to tell you.
I was ashamed.
Fuck you, Terry.
Van Gogh never sold
a painting.
It's not just about money.
Right.
And you, bitch.
You're pretty close
to your expiration date.
I wonder how long
before Van Gogh over here
passes you off
to some other guy further
down the food chain.
If that's even
fucking possible.
Fuck you.
He can't do that.
Can he?
-Can he?
-What?
Ruin my career?
-He can't do that?
-No, no, no, no, no.
I would never let that happen.
What about you?
You gonna pass me off
to someone else?
No.
Because you love me?
-Say it.
-Because...
Because...
Because...
Say it.
Because I-- I love you.
I thought you don't say that.
That's not your thing.
What are you doing here?
You look old.
Aren't you
supposed to be dead?
I still have a couple years.
Oh, yeah?
Well, hurry up.
I'd like to move on
with my life.
Go ahead.
Who's stopping you?
You!
I hate that photo.
I can't believe
it's hanging in our place.
Do you know
how much that hurts?
I'm sorry, Petey.
You're just not
going anywhere.
I'm getting some
really great feedback
on my new stuff.
You haven't sold
anything in two years.
I'm not getting any younger.
I don't have any more
time to waste.
You're only 22.
Practically a senior citizen.
Isn't that what you said?
I gotta go.
Whoops.
I forgot that.
Wait, wait, wait, wait.
I know it took me
too long to get there, but...
I love you.
There she is.
Let me get that
for you, baby.
All right.
There you go.
You looking beautiful tonight.
Thank you.
Hey!
See you in Italy, asshole.
Whoo-hoo!
Sometimes I wonder
if I ever really saw you.
If you ever really saw me.
Or if it was just the masks
that we were wearing.
Was I just with you 'cause you
were a photographer
and I thought I might
gain something from it?
No, we loved each other.
We weren't wearing masks.
We smile
even when we were hurting.
And we frown
even when we're not upset.
We hide how we really feel.
To protect ourselves.
I guess.
I wonder
what the world would be like
if we all took off our masks.
Would it be
a better place, or...
would it just screw
everything up?
Screw everything up.
The raw honesty
would be too much.
Not for me.
I wish you would
have been wearing a mask
the day you dumped me.
The honesty was way too much.
I didn't dump you.
You left me for another guy
with no warning.
A guy with a penthouse
and a modeling agency,
I might add.
I think I would
call that dumping.
I'm gonna look up
the definition of dumping
and we'll see about that.
You made me hate all
the work I'd ever done.
I couldn't even trust anyone.
Did I really?
Because I was supposed
to be your muse.
How is a 22-year-old kid
not supposed to get caught up
in all that glamour?
I tried to warn you.
Guys like Simon, they--
they prey on young girls.
Yeah, I found
that out the hard way.
But when I came back to you,
you didn't take me back.
So who dumped who?
Or is it whom?
That's not exactly
what happened.
Can you imagine
how different our lives
would have been
had you taken me back?
We'd both be dead.
Probably because we would have
killed each other.
It's, uh-- it's whom.
This girl comes down the stairs
practically naked.
And she's yelling
they are trying to rape her.
So I call 911.
The next thing she's running
down the street screaming.
Did you see the men?
No, there was no one
except her.
They smashed in the door
and, um,
then I, uh, ran away.
It's okay. We're here now.
Um, I-- I barely
got away, but then, um,
I screamed
and then they followed me.
And, um, they followed--
they-- they, um--
um, they didn't-- they didn't
follow me this time.
-This time?
-Mm-hmm.
Um, I got away this time,
but they could-- they could
come back.
I, um-- that lady,
everybody saw that lady.
She called the police
and, um,
I have to call my agent.
My-- my agent, Simon.
He's gonna fix everything.
Um, um, I--
I can't imagine how
they fixed the door.
Did you fix the door?
Uh, no, ma'am.
Oh, it's-- it's a mess.
They-- they trashed
the place.
Uh, can I get
you guys something?
Would you like
a glass of water?
-No. No.
-No thank you. We're good.
Um, do you smoke?
Would you like a cigarette?
Hey, they said
she hasn't been with
the agency in over two years.
No one will take her calls.
Um, have you heard from him?
-Uh, not yet. Sorry.
-Mm-mmm.
Um, Simon will fix it.
I'm sure he will.
Um, ma'am,
mind telling us about this?
I don't know what that is.
You mind if we take
a look around?
No, of course. Of, um, yeah.
Uh, you can have a seat.
Thank you.
Okay.
The men who broke into my
apartment must have left it.
- Uh-huh.
- -We'll check on that.
I was just a kid when Terry
asked me if I was a model.
And...
next thing you know,
I'm testing with him.
I'm shooting with him
and I'm sleeping with him.
And then I'm a model.
A commodity.
I'm sorry.
I-- I had no idea.
You said that before.
Maybe you just didn't want
to know how bad it was.
That's not fair.
I defended you.
Every photographer,
manager,
client in town
was pawing at me.
Why didn't you say something?
Tell your agency.
And risk losing my job?
No.
I had to pretend
like I liked it.
Sometimes I wonder what
life would have been like
had I not met guys like
Simon and Terry and you.
Don't put me
in the same boat as Terry.
Not every guy is like that.
Says every guy.
You know, I wonder what
life would have been like
had I just met some nice kid
and had kids of my own.
Maybe then I wouldn't have
had to die so young.
But you didn't die.
All that time that was
stolen from me is dead.
And I want it back.
You're here.
Sara, I don't know
about this.
Peter, no. Don't go.
Say cheese.
Peter, oh, my God.
What are you doing here?
I'm working the event.
Oh. Oh, of course.
With your famous
Irving Penn Nikon.
Right. Well, actually,
I just take snaps
at the events I work,
make a little extra cash
while I do my real job.
Your real job?
I'm one of the bartenders.
Oh, wow. Okay.
But I'm still a photographer
of the struggling variety.
But that's what we do
while we struggle.
We, uh, tend bar, wait tables.
It's very romantic.
Mmm.
Well, I'm glad you
haven't stopped working.
I always loved your work.
I thought your pictures
captured people's souls.
You were always too kind.
Well, I wouldn't have
told you that back then.
I mean, I was very insecure
and you were
very intimidating.
Me? Intimidating?
Yeah. With that cute smile
and that beautiful Nikon.
God, I had such
a huge crush on you.
I had no idea.
Well, if you
hadn't been so dense.
Well, if you
hadn't had a boyfriend.
Boyfriend?
Yeah. When I ran into you,
you were on
the way to meet him.
Oh, God.
Um, that's embarrassing.
Uh, I just said that
because you were with Sara.
God, I was so jealous.
Oh, I was totally into you,
but I thought
you weren't interested.
I flirted like crazy.
Maybe you weren't
that good at flirting.
Mmm, I guess I have to work
on my technique.
A little sketchy.
Better?
Uh...
Do I have to make my
intentions more clear?
You did say that I was dense.
Oh, wow.
Morning.
Good morning, to you too.
-Oh.
-Oh, I know, right?
You must think
I'm a total slut.
I hope you don't think
I do this all the time.
No, no, I hope you don't think
I do this all the time.
No. Not at all.
Oh, God.
I hope you weren't taking
a photo of me
while I was sleeping.
I look awful.
No, you look--
you look wonderful.
Irving Penn, forgive me...
but I think
you need a new camera.
Preferably one
with a screen on it
so I can check out what
you shot and then delete it.
God, I can't wait
to see all the photos
you've taken
since I last saw you.
Uh, I kind of feel
guilty about that.
I kind of implied--
well, actually, I said
that I was still
doing photography, but...
I'm not.
What? Why not?
I just, you know,
lost the urge,
lost my mojo or whatever.
Oh, bullshit.
You don't just lose the urge.
You're one of the most talented
photographers I know.
I think a lot of people
would disagree with that.
Like who? Terry?
I've been doing photography
since I was 14.
I even got a degree
in it, but...
how much rejection can you
take before you realize that...
you're just not good enough?
Peter, to make it
you have to have two things.
Talent and perseverance.
With a lot of talent
and no perseverance,
you're not going anywhere.
But with perseverance
and a little talent
you're gonna make it
to the top.
How do you think I made it
through law school?
You've got so much talent.
We just have to work
on your perseverance.
You can't give up.
I won't let you.
Now, time to get
your mojo back.
I'll give you
some of my perseverance.
I'll be your muse.
I can't believe it took us
this long to get together.
Things could have been so...
different.
You really do look wonderful.
Thanks.
She's great.
It's wonderful for you, man.
Sorry for her, though.
And she's even cooler
than she was in her 20s.
And she's a lawyer,
not a model.
It's about time
you guys linked up.
Plus, you never know
when I might get arrested.
Or more likely
when you get arrested.
I just hope that you
remember who tried
to hook you guys up
in the first place.
You were right.
Yeah, man,
if there's something still
there, I'm all for it.
Especially 'cause you've been
alone too long since Sara...
Still feel sorry
for Lora, though.
Has she any friends or...
I can't believe it
took you this long to ask.
Me, too.
I felt I should do
the like good friend
thing before I asked.
This is you
being a good friend?
-I'm trying.
-It's not bad.
-Okay, ready?
-No, no, don't.
You know how much I hate
getting my pictures taken.
Well, then you shouldn't have
bought your boyfriend
an incredible new camera.
Is that what you are?
My boyfriend?
I hope so.
Come on, you look great.
Yes, there she is.
I better not see those
in your next exhibit.
But that is a risk you take
when you date an artiste.
-Let me see.
-Here.
Yeah?
-Delete.
-Really?
What can I say?
I'm a lawyer, not a model.
Yeah, but I thought you nerds
liked to let your hair down.
Bad hair day.
That's not true.
I am so excited.
You're gonna love
your surprise.
This is the best food in LA.
-Hola, jeffe.
-Qu pas, Lora?
Can I have
two carne asada tacos?
And do you have cactus today?
-Yes.
-Oh, I love cactus.
Do you like cactus?
It's so good.
Um, whatever you're having.
Uh, chicken?
Do you like chicken?
-Mm-hmm.
-Can we have also two chicken?
I'm so sorry.
I had no idea.
How could you?
I can't believe
this is an exact place
where you had your first date.
If I'd known, I would have
never brought you here.
It's okay.
It's been a long time.
How long has it been
since she passed?
Two years.
That's not long at all.
It had been two years
since we hadn't
been together, so...
Did I ever show you this?
Sorry, the screen's cracked.
She was beautiful.
God, I only met her once,
but I thought she was nice.
I used to get a kick
when I'd see her in magazines.
She worked like crazy
for a minute.
Editorials mostly,
so no money, but lots
of exposure.
I took that photo.
Tells me so much about her.
Captures her soul.
I'd like to take
a photo of you.
Capture your soul.
Mmm, I can't compete
with that.
It's not a competition,
and yes, you can.
That poor girl.
Trapped in that world
of drugs and alcohol.
I hope she finally
found her peace.
Me, too.
You remember?
I, uh...
thought you'd get
a kick out of this.
We made this
after our first kiss.
Sara, I--
I can't. I--
I'm married. That's--
that's not why I'm here.
Come, I made tea.
- Dude.
- Oh!
Dude, here she is.
Lora!
-So great to see you.
-Hello.
Wow.
Gotta say, it is weird
that you're dating a guy
who refers to another
grown man as dude.
Mm, point taken.
Yeah, I reserve dude for
the troglodytes of this world.
-Oh, hey, dude.
-Oh, hi.
Same old Jasper.
It's like nothing's changed.
Look at us
in the same old studio again.
When Peter told me that you
were still working with Terry,
I couldn't believe it.
Yeah, it's actually
pretty okay.
Guy's real mellow nowadays.
- Really?
- No.
But it's nice to see
you guys together, man.
Yeah, he told me
that you always thought
we'd be a great couple.
Ah, well, I meant it.
Look at you guys, man.
I should have listened
to you earlier.
Much earlier.
Mm-hmm. You should
always listen to me.
Everyone should always
listen to me.
But he definitely
didn't say that you asked
if I have any friends.
Yeah.
Well, thank goodness
he didn't do that.
Mm-hmm.
But in answer to that question
that you definitely didn't ask,
here's my best friend, Sloane.
Uh...
Hi.
I'm-- I'm Jasper.
Hi, Jasper.
-Hi.
-Nice to--
-Got a firm handshake.
-That was-- yeah,
that was weird.
This is...
Hey, Peter, real quick.
Just, um,
you have the best
girlfriend ever.
And you don't deserve
this woman.
You really don't.
Um, do you-- do you
want to see my equipment?
-The-- like the studio?
-Your equipment?
-The studio equipment.
-Yeah, let's check out
that equipment.
Yeah, let's do that.
-Really? Really?
-Yeah.
Yeah, let's go.
But I don't--
don't understand why--
why we shouldn't.
Because we haven't
been together in two years.
We can't just get married.
But you said
that you loved me.
No, no, I-- I did.
So were you lying?
I did. I do. I just--
Our time is over, okay?
Fuck you.
I might not be
a model anymore,
but you're still a loser who
can't sell a fucking picture.
You've said that before.
Get the fuck
out of my apartment.
Get out of my apartment!
Get out!
I've been dumped by
a lot better than you.
You still love my pictures.
At least that's what you said.
Yeah, well, we all say
a lot of things, don't we?
-Please.
-No, don't.
-I know this seems
like a good idea now...
-Please.
-...or tomorrow
to see how long--
-Please, you have to marry me.
-Stop! Just stop!
-Please. Please.
- You're gonna see
tomorrow that it's--
-Fuck.
-Please don't go.
-Please don't go!
-Don't do this!
-Please, stop.
-Please don't go. Please.
I can't do that.
I can't do this.
That was two weeks
before she died.
I was so scared at how
wrecked she'd become.
I ran for the hills.
Well, that's understandable.
When she died,
I just felt so...
guilty.
What if I had married her?
Do you think
she'd still be alive?
You can't do that to yourself.
She'd sunk so deep,
you couldn't have saved her.
You would've just
ended up drowning yourself.
Hey, man. Um...
-You look great.
-So do you.
Yeah, I know.
We clean up nice as fuck.
Um... you okay?
-Yeah, I'm ready.
-All right.
This isn't too soon.
No, absolutely not.
Okay. I mean, it's only
been a few months.
You can still get married
in a year.
No, no way. Look...
I only wish it
had been six years ago.
Maybe-- maybe Sara
would be alive.
Whoa. Um...
that's a stretch.
And you don't care that
she doesn't want kids?
No, she just-- she wants me
to get back to work.
She's-- she's perfect.
Okay, man.
If it's the right thing,
I'm all for it.
Oh, and, uh, don't forget.
Me and Lora was totally
your idea.
And just because you hooked
up with her friend Sloane,
now you get to have doubts?
Yeah, that's how it works.
Congrats, buddy.
All right.
Dearly beloved
friends and family,
we are gathered today
to celebrate the lifelong
union of Lora and Peter.
We celebrate
the separate journeys
that made them come together,
and we send them forward
with good luck
on this new journey
that they are going to
embark on as partners.
You have to be ready
from this point on
to no longer make any
decisions individually...
but to think of your partner.
Are you both
ready to do this?
No.
Sorry, I was just joking.
I now pronounce you
husband and wife.
Would you excuse me
for one second. I know.
Are you gonna run out already?
What--
- Oh, that's Peter.
- The bathroom is that way.
Always running out.
That's huge.
Wow. This looks
like at least two dollars.
Sara?
No. Emma.
You okay, Peter?
What are you doing, man?
She's dead.
-You saw her, too?
-Who?
The person
you just said, Sara.
I'm talking about
your wife, Lora.
She's dead tired
and she wants you to meet
her in the room
for a little bit of rest.
Yeah. Mm-hmm.
Mm.
Oh, for God's sake.
Hello?
No. Hold on.
It's for you.
Hello?
I told you to stop calling.
No, because there's nothing
to talk about.
All right. Okay.
Just for a minute.
What? What was that?
It was Terry.
He wants to come over and talk
and I told him no.
But...
he insisted.
Uh, weird.
When's he coming?
Shit.
Do you mind?
I'm out of here.
I can't believe this, Peter.
On my wedding night?
Excuse me.
What is he doing here?
Get out.
I'm not going anywhere.
I need to talk to her alone.
You're scaring her.
You're the one who
should be fucking scared.
No! No! Stop it!
Stop! Stop! Stop!
Anything you want
to say to me, you can say
in front of Petey.
Hey, this is the biggest
mistake of your life.
You can kiss
your career goodbye.
Stupid fucking whore.
I could've taken him.
-Are you okay?
-Yeah.
-I'm fine.
-Oh, my God.
Oh, your shirt is ripped.
It's just a shirt.
Maybe I could knit you
a new one.
-I almost stabbed him.
-Yeah.
Almost.
I still feel bad
how that all went down.
Me, too.
Sara was troubled.
We both loved her.
At least now she's in
a far better place.
I hope--
I hope she found the peace
she was looking for.
Bygones, my friend.
Bygones.
Gonna leave me hanging?
That's what
I'm talking about, right?
Okay, so let's talk
about this deal.
Yeah, I mean,
that's why we're here.
Things have been
really good for me.
All these foreign fashion mags,
they pay in cash.
So I'm lousy with this stuff.
And it couldn't have
happened to a nicer guy.
Except maybe me.
Okay, all right, I get it?
I get it, Petey.
Look.
Petey...
Lora was right.
I was jealous of you.
You might have
always been broke.
But you were doing
what you loved.
I was just out here
making a shitload of cash
and banging chicks.
So I want to pay it forward.
You know?
Honor all this great artwork
you made for free.
Which ain't right.
Beautiful. Just beautiful.
I always loved this one.
So here's the deal.
My accountant
keeps telling me I need
to convert all this cash...
to more convenient vehicles.
IRS, you know
what I'm saying?
What do you mean?
Come on, show you something.
Yeah.
So this is how we do it,
and I want you in on it.
Five thousand dollar bills.
Make them like hotcakes
right here.
I defy you
to tell the difference.
Jasper, give me a stack.
Five thousand dollar bills?
I didn't even know
they existed.
Where've you been?
Wait, what does this
have to do with photography?
What do you do with them?
Spend them, of course.
Where in the world
can I spend a five thousand
dollar bill?
Anywhere.
Buy a hamburger, pay with
one of these babies,
and they give you change.
The change is always legit.
Change for a five thousand
dollar bill?
What kind of hamburger
joint can do that?
Never had a problem.
Here, take another stack.
That's like 200 G's.
Look, I'm buying
your shitty artwork.
-Get it?
-What the fuck?
Rub this all over
your wounded ego.
I don't want your money.
Okay, I just want
to do my work.
I just want to do
my fucking work.
Take the money.
Buy yourself a new camera.
Maybe one
from the 21st century.
Fuck you.
I don't want your money.
Tell your boy
to fucking take it.
No.
Come here, Petey boy.
No.
Don't let that bastard
get away.
You have both come together
on separate journeys,
but from this point forward...
Get him.
Hey, sorry about
that back there.
I had to make him think
I was on his side.
I'm too old for this shit.
Slow down.
Lora?
Peter, help me.
I don't know you.
-Peter, help me.
-Sara?
We love each other.
Get him!
Hey!
Nowhere to run now,
Petey boy.
I forgot one thing.
I can fly.
What the hell?
Code blue. Code blue.
- Hey.
Clear!
Sorry, ma'am,
you can't be here.
I'm sorry.
You have to wait outside.
Clear.
Crash and burn, asshole.
I'm fucking losing it, Lora.
I-- I can't breathe.
I-- I can't work.
I can't forgive myself.
What happened to Sara
was not your fault.
What if you're wrong?
Would you leave me then?
I can't do this again.
I won't keep waiting for you
to let go of the past.
Don't give up on us, Lora.
Peter!
Peter!
He's alive.
Do you have a picture?
Of course.
Sorry about my phone.
I don't know how it cracked.
Smart as a whip.
He looks just like you.
Speaks three languages
and he just finished writing
his first novel.
Wow.
So advanced.
He also paints.
Large-scale figurative mostly.
You sound like a proud father.
At first, Lora
didn't want kids, but...
she changed her mind.
Do you still think about me?
I know that you do.
We love each other.
Not like that.
I think so.
I think about everything
that happened
between us all the time.
It's-- it's not fair
to Lora.
It makes us fight.
We see a therapist.
Petey, we could
still be together.
We could pick up
right where we left off.
Bobby could be our son.
The child we always wanted.
I could be his mother.
He never really says
he loves me.
Sometimes he says the words,
but it's like
he's not even there.
-Is this true, Peter?
-It's not really my thing.
Not something I say.
I heard him say it
to his ex-girlfriend.
I was there.
You weren't even
supposed to be there.
I'm not even sure
how you were.
I said you capture
people's souls.
But where is yours?
I need to find you,
to love you, to be loved.
I--
I feel like
I've lost my ability to love.
Like I'm... dead inside.
What are you afraid of, Peter?
Um, I don't know.
Yes, you do.
Come on. Say it.
I guess I'm afraid of...
letting myself go and it'll
all be over and...
she'll leave me.
So if you don't put
your whole heart into it,
then your heart
can't be broken again.
Is that it, Peter?
Peter, there are no
guarantees in life
and love.
We all have to take risks.
I don't know if I'm...
strong enough to take
that risk again.
Maybe-- maybe I don't
deserve your love.
Of course you do.
What if I've done something
that you could never forgive?
Would you stop saying that?
I'm afraid that's our time.
Our time? Our fucking time?
You don't give a shit.
Peter!
It's really the best
we can hope for right now.
No change is better than
a change for the worse.
We just need to be patient.
Many people come out
of comas of this length.
Thank you, Dr. Sloan.
You and your whole
staff have been amazing.
But all things considered...
do you have children?
You might want
to think about--
Yeah, no.
We don't have any children.
Peter always wanted to so badly,
but I always said no.
I can't-- I can't believe
that it might be too late now.
Even though she was dead,
every time we made love,
I couldn't feel her
right there with us.
So I started drinking
like her.
I just didn't know
what else to do.
How do you fight for your man
against a dead woman?
It's not a fair fight.
No, no. Don't give up
on us, Lora.
I don't want to drive anymore.
Lora. Lora.
Oh, my God. Peter.
You're so beautiful.
Like-- like an angel.
My wife.
Where am I?
Uh, do you remember anything?
I was in an accident.
-Talking on the phone.
-Yes.
How long has it been?
Three weeks.
God, I've been so worried.
You've been in a coma
this whole time.
I was having
the strangest dream.
You were there.
Jasper was there.
Sloane was there.
Sloane?
Sloane, Sloane, Sloane.
You're best friend, Sloane.
I-- I don't have
a friend named Sloane.
But maybe you mean Dr. Sloane.
She's been here every day.
It was so real.
Sara was there, too.
God, I'm so sorry, Peter.
I can't help but feel
like this was all my fault.
Your fault?
We were arguing
when this happened,
and I said some really harsh
things that I didn't mean to.
It wasn't your fault.
I'm the one who should
be sorry. You were--
you were right.
Sara has been standing
in the way of us.
And I want to change that.
-Peter.
-I was a fool.
Okay, if you say so.
Hey, Peter,
I've been thinking.
I want to have a baby.
Do you still want to?
Yes.
Will you mind
your own business?
Stop!
You're not wanted here.
He's coming with me.
Petey, we can
be together forever.
Isn't that what you wanted?
No, we're having a baby.
Sara, I-- I love you
and I know you loved me,
but...
I want to live.
You're on and on
and on about love.
You don't get it, do you?
It's the same mask.
Do I have to show you?
Do you get it now?
I don't love you.
I hate you.
You're the reason I died.
What?
You thought
that I wanted you to die
so we could
be together forever.
I want you to suffer the way
that you made me suffer.
I don't blame you
for hating me, but...
I shouldn't have
left you there.
I was-- I was scared, okay?
He couldn't have saved you.
You would have dragged
him down with you.
So that's your story?
You were scared?
Let's see your real face.
We haven't been together
for two years.
We-- we can't
just get married.
But you said
that you loved me.
-Were you lying?
-No.
No, I-- I didn't.
I do. It's just--
It was-- it was the past.
You know what? Fuck you!
I might be an ex-model,
but you're just a loser who
can't sell a fucking picture.
You said that.
Get out
of my fucking apartment!
-Get out!
-Okay. Okay.
I've been dumped
by a lot better than you.
You used to love my pictures.
You-- you said--
you said that.
We all say a lot of things.
Don't do this.
Look, I know it seems like
a good idea now,
but tomorrow, you're gonna
see how wrong it is.
Why won't you
fucking marry me?
Sara, I can't do this.
Get the fuck
out of my apartment.
Please, why won't you
marry me?
Why won't you marry me?
I'm sorry, Sara.
I gotta go.
There he is.
I knew you might die,
but I left anyway.
I told everyone it was
because I was scared.
I left you there on purpose.
I knew exactly
what I was doing.
The honesty is blinding.
I told you I'd done something
you could never forgive.
I'm not the one who
needs to forgive you.
You need to forgive yourself.
I can't do that.
You're not gonna
be able to love somebody
else until you do.
Petey, she's right.
It wasn't your fault.
There was nothing you could
do to save me from myself.
I should've tried.
That's-- that's the point,
right?
Sara, you were...
the most exciting,
wild person I'd ever met,
and... I loved you.
That was the past
and-- and Lora
is my present.
And I've hurt her
just as much
as I've hurt you.
All I want to do is
spend the rest of my life
making up for all the bad
things that I've done.
I know I would never bring
you the peace you deserve.
So...
I won't run away
this time.
I'm coming with you.
Peter, no.
Unresponsive.
No pulse.
Clear.
Don't be afraid.
Nothing.
Peter! Peter!
Clear.
Poor bastard.
Holy shit.
Holy shit.
It's time to forgive
yourself, Peter.
It's time to let me go.
Hang in there, pal.
-It'll be all right.
-Sir, stay with us.
-Lora, Lora.
-Sir.
-Lora!
-Who's Lora?
Was there someone
in the car with you?
Oh, no, no.
No, Lora--
Lora's my wife.
I need to tell her, Lora.
It's okay, sir.
I need to tell her
how much--
I need to tell her
how much I love her.
Sir, we'll find Lora.
Sir, calm down.
Calm down.
We'll find Lora.
Lora.
Do I look cute?
Are you sure this is okay?
I know you hate
having your photo taken.
Where'd you get that idea?
After the trial's over,
we nerds love to let
our hair down.
I love you.