Fantasy Life (2025) Movie Script
1
- A, B
[clears throat]
C, D
E, F, G
[elevator bell dings]
[door opens]
L-M-N-O
L-M-N-O--
- Sam?
- Yes.
- You okay?
- Yeah.
I've just been
down here a while.
- Uh, what--what are you--
what is this?
- Roger asked me
to alphabetize these I-9s.
- Ah.
Okay, um, you know what?
Let's--let's sit.
- Okay.
Yeah.
- I've got
some difficult news.
And I hope you know
how valuable
you've been to this firm.
You're very skilled.
- Thank you.
[light music]
[indistinct chatter]
[breathes deeply]
[hyperventilating]
Can you--
- Oh.
- Fuck.
[whimpers]
Oh, my heart.
Can you--can you get some help?
[sniffs]
[breathing deeply]
- Hey, bud, you doing okay?
- Oh, yeah. I'm good.
Uh, I-I was feeling sick,
but I'm--
I'm okay.
- Yeah?
- Yeah, I'm sorry if I freaked
anyone out.
- Do you want to sit
in the office for a minute?
- Oh, no, no, no. I'm fine.
Thank you.
- Okay.
[distant car horn honking]
[indistinct chatter]
- Oh.
Thank you for your help.
- I'm glad
you're feeling better.
- I am.
A lot better.
Um, could I--could I get you,
like, a gift card
or a hat or something?
- [chuckles]
No, I should get going.
- Okay.
[sniffs]
Thank you.
[door opens, closes]
Mm.
[crash]
[upbeat music]
[door closes]
- Oh, shit, dude!
- Can't you just bring them
to Becky's?
David, we have
theater tickets.
David?
Hello?
Hello?
Hi, Sam.
- Hi.
- Nice to see you.
- You too.
- Your head okay?
- Oh, yes, uh, thank you.
It--it was a mole.
- Oh, well, good for you.
Ugh.
How are your parents?
- Oh, they're--they're good.
- Look at this.
I used to have cups
that had a flat bottom.
Everybody left them around,
so I thought,
I'm gonna get
a cone-shaped cup.
And now they squish them, and
they still leave them around.
You can't win, Sam.
- When was
the last panic attack?
- When I left school, 2019.
- You depressed?
- Not really.
- Good.
Smoking grass?
- Sometimes.
- Doesn't help.
- Yeah.
- Nobody listens to me.
All right, what else?
- Um...
well, I-I think I'm struggling
with some OCD stuff.
- Here, fill this out.
[clears throat]
[pen scratching]
[sighs, groans]
[pen scratching]
What are
the intrusive thoughts?
- I'd rather not discuss them.
- I've been in psychopathology
for 50 years, Sam.
What are the thoughts?
- I did want to ask--
My mom mentioned
that your parents
were killed in Auschwitz.
- My father.
My mother, in Belzec.
- Yeah, I-I should go.
- Sit down.
- I can't share this,
unfortunately.
- Now I'm truly interested.
- There are sort of, like,
Holocaust elements to this.
- I'm trying to do
my job, Sam.
Now, you pay me pretty well,
so sit down.
Now, what are the thoughts?
- It's, uh--it's--it's--
it's incredibly inappropriate.
I think I suffer from
internalized antisemitism.
- Wonderful.
Go on.
- If, like, a Hasidic person
is in front of me
at CVS or something,
I'll keep repeating, like...
in my head, um...
You know,
I-I feel a little sick.
Um, I'll think, like, uh...
Kike whore.
- You say that out loud?
- No. No.
- Is it just with the Haredi?
- What?
- The Hasids, black hats.
- Oh.
Uh, it's...
- Jews in general?
- Yeah.
- Hmm.
Just "kike whore"?
- Well, if I see, like, a...
secular Jew, I'll think,
like, um...
Hook nose.
- "Hook nose"?
- Yes.
- Just "hook nose"?
- I'm really very ashamed
to bring this to you.
- [speaking Yiddish]
- I'm sorry?
- Go hit your head
against the wall.
- I-I don't understand.
- Don't worry about me.
Right?
- Okay.
- [sighs]
So you see a Jew,
and these phrases come up.
Do they repeat?
- Yes.
- You mean like,
kike whore, kike whore, kike
whore, kike whore, kike whore?
- C-can you please stop?
- Or hook nose, hook nose,
hook nose.
In a sentence?
Like, kike whore and the
hook nose went for a latke?
- Please stop.
- Now, look...
the best treatment for OCD
is conditioning yourself
to the thoughts.
If you allow them to exist,
they lose power.
- Do you think
I'm antisemitic?
- I think you're
an anxious Jew with mild OCD.
- "Mild"?
- Mm.
- So--so you're not offended?
- I'm only offended you didn't
let me roll
with the latke thing.
[chuckles]
All right.
Single?
- Yeah.
- For how long?
- I don't know, a few years.
- You're attractive enough.
- Thanks.
Do you think
it could be, like...
intergenerational trauma or...
- Yeah, sure.
Now, let's talk meds.
- I-I just didn't have
the Xanax on me.
- Now we're going to up
the Effexor 150 milligrams.
It's good for obsessions
at the higher level.
And you keep
2 milligrams Xanax on you.
- You don't take card, right?
- You all right?
- I just lost my insurance.
- I'm sorry to hear that.
- I-I'll have COBRA,
I think, so...
- Yeah.
We don't take insurance.
- Yes, I--
I just--I had something
out-of-network,
but I'll send a check.
- Okay.
- Thank you.
- Say hi to your parents.
- I will.
[zipper closes]
- Do you babysit?
- Sorry?
- Do you babysit children?
- Um, well, uh...
- I'm sure you'd be wonderful.
David's in a pickle.
- Okay.
Wait, who?
- Our son David.
He used to babysit you
at the tennis club.
You remember?
The New Rochelle Racquet Club.
- Oh.
- We used to drive up
from the city.
- Okay.
- David still plays.
Let me show you
three delicious girls...
my granddaughters.
- Oh, nice.
- This is Claire. She's 6.
That's Zoe. She's 8.
That's Emma. She's 11.
- They're very--
- They're beautiful.
- They're very cute.
- I take no credit.
- Oh, uh, well...
would that be right
for a patient to, um...
- Well, we know your parents.
What? It's--
You're functional.
- Uh...
[upbeat music]
[doorbell rings]
[thudding footsteps
approaching]
[lock clicks]
- Who are you?
- Um, I'm a family friend
of your grandparents.
I-I'm here to babysit you.
Um...
what's your name?
- Claire Isabelle Finman.
- Cool.
I'm--I'm Sam Daniel Stein.
- Daddy!
Daddy!
[faint video game sounds]
- David?
- Come on up!
- Yes. Come on.
[video game beeping]
- Cool.
- Hey, man.
- Hey.
- David.
- I'm Sam.
- Hey. How you doing?
- Good. Good.
[phone beeps]
- Sorry, I'm...
juggling, like, 15 things
right now.
- That's no problem.
- Have you met the girls?
- Just, uh, Claire.
- That's Emma, doing
an insane amount of homework.
Zoe's gaming.
She's a gamer.
[cheering on video game]
- Excellent!
- Can I go?
- Wait a minute.
- Have we met?
- Like, uh,
at the New Rochelle
Racquet Club maybe?
- Do you still play?
- Uh, not really.
[cell phone chimes]
- I want to play.
- Leave me alone.
- Hey, say hello, girls.
- Hi.
- Your head okay, bud?
- Oh, yeah.
I-I, like, fell off my bike.
Um, I mean,
I-I was wearing a helmet,
but, you know, not, um...
tight.
- No, it's got
to be snug, brother.
- Where's Mommy?
- On the Vineyard, love,
at Mom-Mom and Pop-Pop's.
- I want to go
to the Vineyard.
- I know. Me too.
[cell phone chimes]
Mommy needs a few days
to relax.
[cell phone clicking]
It's no big deal.
My wife is--
Her parents are
in New Zealand.
Our regular person's
in Poland.
My parents are
at a Hugh Jackman thing.
That's why we're in crisis.
- Oh.
- Is $300 enough?
[drawer opens]
- Oh.
- It could be 2:00 or 3:00
in the morning.
- I mean, that--that seems,
like, uh...
you know.
- Ain't gonna be easy.
[children shouting
indistinctly upstairs]
I'm playing bass tonight
with Warren Haynes's band
at the Beacon.
- Oh, cool.
- You know who
Warren Haynes is?
- I-I am sorry, I don't.
- Gov't Mule.
- Oh, yeah.
Uh...
- You know
the fucking Allman Brothers.
- Oh, no, I-I know
the Allman Brothers, yeah.
- So my buddy is touring
with Warren's band.
He threw his back out,
so I've been rehearsing
with him all week.
- That's amazing.
- Okay, here's the spiel.
Claire's in bed at 8:30.
Zoe's in bed at 9:00.
Zoe's allergic to peanuts.
There are none in the house,
but here's her EpiPen.
No, I'm just kidding.
No, this--this lives in here.
- Okay.
- Um, Emma should be
in bed 9:30.
They can read or badger you
for 15 minutes,
but then it's lights out.
[child screams upstairs]
Got to be a little strict
with 'em, my man.
- Yeah, okay.
- Um, there's mac and cheese
on the stove.
Just heat it up for Zoe.
- Okay.
- And I have your number,
I think.
Is this is your...
That it?
- Yeah.
[cell phone chimes]
- Okay.
[children shouting upstairs]
[light music]
[children chattering
distantly]
[footsteps approaching]
[glass shattering]
- He broke glass, Daddy!
- Hi.
Uh, where's your broom?
- He broke glass!
- What is the noise?
- Shh.
- Hey, I'm very sorry.
- It's okay. Don't worry.
Maybe turn the stove down.
Yo, Zo-bot!
Looks like mac and cheese
is ready.
- I don't want that.
- Just try it.
- Can I have ice cream?
- I'm having ice cream.
- Yeah, after dinner.
- I just want ice cream.
- Bowls are right up here.
Forks are in there.
She can do milk,
water, Pellegrino.
- Can we have ice cream?
- Yeah,
after your sister eats.
- We had dinner!
- Jesus.
Fine.
- What?
- Um, this is hot.
- [whispering]
Is he staying?
- Hey.
Please, please...
please be respectful.
Okay?
- Okay.
- Promise?
- Yeah, sure.
- Thank you, brother.
- Listen up now,
listen to me
My girls in my band
are family
- Hurry up, T.K..
I'm already late.
- It's the last walk
of our summer.
- You know, I-I think, uh...
I think "E.T." is on Netflix.
- What's "E.T."?
- Are you kidding?
D-do any of you know
what "E.T." is?
- I know "E.T."
- I know "E.T."
- You don't know "E.T."
- Yes, I do!
- We should watch "E.T."
- Daddy says "E.T." is scary.
- Really?
I wonder what
he's referring to.
Like, when E.T.
is hospitalized?
- Dude, shut up.
- Oh, um, sorry.
I-i-it's past
your bedtime, Claire.
- I have the same bedtime
as my sisters.
- No, you don't.
- Mommy said.
- No, she didn't.
Don't lie, Claire.
- I want Mommy!
[objects clatter]
- Can I have more ice cream?
- Uh, sure.
- Can you get it?
- No.
[Claire sobbing]
- Here we go again.
- Um...
are you all right, Claire?
- No!
I'm not lying!
- I believe you.
I-I believe you.
Um, how about...
going to bed at 9:30
with your sisters?
- Is Mommy coming home?
- I'm not sure.
- I want Mommy!
[screams]
- Hey, um, do--do you have
your mom's phone number?
- Yeah, it's on the fridge.
[Claire sobbing distantly]
[Clair shouting]
- Ow!
Fuck! Jesus.
[girls giggle]
[Claire continues shouting,
sobbing]
[uptempo music]
- Mommy!
[Claire wailing]
[birds chirping]
- Mommy?
Mommy?
- Hey, little one.
[children and Grandma
yelling distantly]
- Just taking a rest.
- I'm going to school, Mommy.
- I know.
[children and Grandma
yelling distantly]
- [distantly]
Claire, baby, we're late!
- Go to your grandma, okay?
[running footsteps departing]
- Grandma, can I have
more yogurt?
- No, no, we're leaving.
Where are your rain boots?
Come on.
[Claire screams]
We're gonna be late.
Claire!
- I don't need my rain boots.
[drawer opens]
[bottle pops]
[door closes]
- Kim Eisner's office.
This is Julie.
- Um, hey, Julie.
It's Dianne Cohen.
- Hey, Dianne.
- Hey.
I'm not seeing Kim.
We're supposed
to be having brunch.
- She's coming
from an agency meeting.
Should be there any minute.
- We were out in Malibu
for the whole weekend,
like, way past Zuma.
You know, what's that beach
where all the surfers go?
It's like, past Zuma. You know
what I'm talking about?
You know
what I'm talking about.
Anyway, it was at this,
like, huge, gorgeous house
right on the beach--
like, a huge celebrity.
I'm not allowed to tell you.
They made us
fucking sign NDAs.
Doesn't matter.
Anyway--
- I did want to chat
about something.
[indistinct chatter]
I've just--I'm feeling
a little discouraged.
- Oh, you mean acting-wise?
- Yeah.
- Let's process.
- Thank you.
- Sure.
- Um...
[indistinct chatter continues]
Basically, I feel
like nothing's happening.
And nothing's gonna happen.
- Well, I mean...
[scoffs]
Uh, can you say more? 'Cause--
- [sighs]
I ran into Bob Hempel
at the gym the other day,
and he didn't even
fucking recognize me, Kim.
How is that possible?
I won an Obie
for that shithead.
- He has Alzheimer's, Dianne.
- What?
- Heartbreaking.
- Oh, God.
- His family's
having a hard time.
- Jesus.
- Can I get some coffee?
- I'm so sorry.
I mean--
- All right, what else?
- Ah...
I don't know.
- Listen...
it's gonna take
a little time, babe.
We're reintroducing you
to everyone.
- I just thought it would move
a little faster.
- No, I know.
I still think creating content
is a great idea.
You know,
a-a podcast or a pilot.
It's just--it's good
to have something.
- I think
I just want auditions.
- If I could say, hey,
check out
this hilarious pilot
Dianne wrote--
- Kim...
am I too old?
- What?
Absolutely not.
- I look in the mirror,
and I just--
It doesn't--
it doesn't seem right.
And yet, I look at other women
who did stuff,
you know, a decade ago,
and it doesn't seem right.
But I just--
- Okay, I know.
Here's
what's not gonna happen.
You're not gonna touch
your face.
You are fucking gorgeous,
Dianne.
You're a real-ass woman...
stunning.
[cell phone vibrates]
Could you just give me
one second?
Yeah?
Yeah, of course, put him on.
Okay.
Yeah? Great.
So what do you want to do?
[indistinct chatter]
[light music]
- Hey! Hey, look!
Mommy!
- Hi!
Oh, my goodness.
Mwah.
How's your day?
- Can we go to EuroPan?
- Sweetie, not today.
You know what? 'Cause
I have to go see your teacher.
- Why?
- To talk about you,
oh, and this one.
- I got you!
- Sam is gonna take you home.
- Can you take us?
- Hi.
- Hi.
- Oh, yes!
[girls giggling]
Still free tonight?
- Yep, uh, nothing going on.
- Oh, aren't we lucky
that Sam has nothing going on?
All right.
I'll see you later.
I'll text you.
- Yeah, yeah, great.
- Bye, Mom.
- Bye, Mommy.
- Sam, come on.
- Okay. Hold--
Ba, ba, ba.
[light music]
[indistinct chatter]
- Hey, my wife's
right over there.
L train.
Did you get my text?
Half an hour
at Metropolitan Ave
with my dick in my hand,
looking up at a little screen
says five minutes.
L train service
is a nightmare.
- Please stop saying L train.
- I'm really sorry.
Not my choice
to stay at Daniel's.
- I need to order.
- Is this good?
What is it?
- I don't know.
- Thanks.
- Mm-hmm.
[indistinct chatter continues]
- So my mom says
she's not allowed to pick up
the girls from school.
- Not true at all.
Sam's helping me with pickups.
She's there in the morning.
- Who?
- Who what?
- Who's Sam?
- I've told you 15 times.
- What, my dad's patient Sam?
- The young Jewish guy
your mom found.
- Oh, no,
that's a terrible idea.
- You hired him.
- Dandelion greens?
- Thank you.
- I mean...
here two nights, and...
I wanted to come home.
- I can't sleep.
I need to be alone.
It's really not personal.
- It feels personal.
I miss my girls.
[silverware clatters]
- You'll see them tomorrow...
and--and on Sunday
at City Winery.
- The tempeh medallions
and the black-bean burger
with yam fries.
- Thank you.
- There's something that
I want to discuss with you.
- Discuss.
- Well, now that I've done
a couple of months
of this East Coast tour,
Warren asked me
to join in Australia.
- When?
- May through July.
A couple dates in New Zealand.
Like the Moscow
Chekhov thing that you did.
- In 2003?
- Yeah, it was good for us.
- We weren't even married.
- I would definitely be
on the Vineyard in August.
Anyway, I'm--I'm ready
to say no, so...
Yeah, I'll stay. I'll stay.
- Can you give me 3 seconds?
- Of course.
I mean...
I know it's crazy.
[indistinct chatter continues]
- Go.
- Ah, just--
Mm.
- I want you to go.
- Just think on it.
- Trust me. I want you to go.
It's a big deal.
- All he could do was say,
[garbled]
"Frank oo berry mush,"
through his clenched teeth
and get up and leave.
He tried to do so
with dignity.
Then he stumbled
down the stairs in a daze.
- I want to go to sleep now.
- [whispering]
Dr. DeSoto and his assistant
had outfoxed the fox.
[science fiction
sound effects]
[door opens, closes]
[dishes clattering]
Fuck.
- You need a hand?
- Uh, no, no, no.
Thank you.
- How'd they do?
- You know, good.
I, uh, I-I made some granola.
- Wow. Nice.
- I could make you one
if you want.
- I'm okay.
- I can also, like,
you know, take it to go.
- Please, enjoy.
- Thank you.
- Mm-hmm.
- Okay.
[science fiction
sound effects]
[indistinct chatter on TV,
both crunching]
- When is this from?
- Oh, like, um...
- Jesus.
It looks vintage.
- [chuckles]
- Do I sound angry?
[laughs]
- No.
- I love Eddie James Olmos.
- Oh, me too.
It's really, uh, his show
and, um, Mary McDonnell.
- Wait. Who's she?
- The president
of the colonies.
- "Passion Fish."
- What?
- Such a good movie with her.
- Oh.
I'll watch it.
[slurps]
- You don't have
a partner, Sam?
- Uh, not at the moment.
- [crunching]
You're kind of nice
to be around.
- Thank you.
You know, um...
um, "Battlestar Galactica,"
um, sort of...
helped me
through my first depression.
- Mm-hmm.
- I think--I think
it'd be fun to watch.
- Aren't we watching it
right now?
- I mean, like,
the--the series.
I-I have it on Blu-ray.
I could, you know,
bring it over.
- I wouldn't want to mess
with your Blu-rays, Sam.
- You wouldn't.
[both laugh]
Do you have a Blu-ray player?
- I don't know.
- I could, uh...
I could pick one up for you.
They're pretty cheap.
- It's okay.
[ships whirring,
guns firing on TV]
[dramatic music playing on TV]
I should call you an Uber.
- Oh.
Oh, oh, I mean,
I-I can take the train.
- Absolutely not.
What's your address?
- Oh, uh, 30-96 15th Street...
Astoria.
- Nine minutes.
- Cool. Thank you.
- I got that.
- Oh, cool.
- It was delicious.
[ominous music playing on tv]
- Hey, it's me.
Do you know
what turkey neck is?
- The area where
the tapes are to be placed
must be dry and free of oil.
- Oh, my God.
Okay.
- Are you free of oil?
- It's okay.
- Over your ear or--
- Yeah, over the top
of my ear.
- Am I hurting you?
- No, that's fine.
Maybe try to go up a little
more so it's, like, up.
Do I have, like, a bunch
of flyaways? Are we good?
- What are--what?
- Hairs that are--
- No hairs like that.
- Errant hairs.
- Oh, um, ah, flyaways.
- Hi, I'm Dianne Cohen.
I'm 5' 6".
I live in New York City,
and I'm with the Gersh Agency.
- That was great.
That was great.
- Maybe just leave
a little more space after, so--
'Cause we're gonna
cut it together
in the end.
- Okay.
- Hi, I'm Dianne Cohen.
I'm 5' 6".
I live in New York City,
and I'm with the Gersh Agency.
I feel like I got it.
- Good. Good. Good. Good.
- [laughs]
- Fuck.
I-I wasn't recording
it, though.
Can we do it one more time?
- [imitates knife plunging]
[groans]
- I'm so sorry.
- Don't worry about it.
You know what? Let's just do
the dumbass scene.
Are you gonna press
record this time?
- You got it.
- Is this all fakakta?
- No, good, good.
I am recording.
- Okay.
- The--the substructure
is incredibly incomplete,
as if God decided to cut
corners rare metals-wise.
- Guess what, Pinky.
I'm pretty much fine
with that.
- You want to stay here?
- Why not?
- Because this planet sucks
and we can't
find anything to build with.
- Whatever planet
I'm on, Pinky...
my shit follows my ass.
- Wait. So when did you
and your husband split up?
- 2067.
It lasted three years.
Not his fault.
My dad's really...
who was...
a truly unreachable bastard.
Jimmy was kind.
He was a catch.
But I'm just--I'm not...
[scoffs]
A nice person.
The truth is...
I'm not good for anyone.
And then when Jimmy
got political, it was...
- He was Imperium, right?
- You know what?
Just let's fucking forget it.
Forget it.
- Wait, you're--you're great.
- I'm gonna pass.
- On the role?
- Mm-hmm.
[cell phone beeps]
Want to go to a movie?
- Um, uh...
yeah, yes.
[soft music]
Like...
today you mean?
- Now?
[upbeat music]
- [breathing heavily]
Mommy!
Mommy!
[phone line ringing]
[line beeps]
- Hey, it's Dianne.
Please leave a message,
and I'll call you back.
- Mommy, Sam fell on a hill,
and he was crying,
and it was really scary.
[cell phone beeps]
- Claire?
- Zoe!
- Zoe, I'm just up
from my nap.
- Sam is dying, Pop-Pop!
- "Dying"?!
[engine revving]
[vehicle approaching]
- Hi, Pop-Pop!
- Hi, Pop-Pop!
- Looks alive to me.
- Hi, Lenny.
I'm feeling a lot better.
- This is Tea Hill Farm,
not your property.
- Uh...
- How old are you?
- Nine.
- Eight!
- Basically nine.
- An eight-year-old
walking alone?
- Nine.
- Eight!
- Have you had any water?
- No.
- When's the last time
that any of you
had a glass of water?
Terrific.
I'll take you
to Vineyard Hospital.
- I'm okay, Lenny, really.
It--it was a panic attack,
I believe.
I-I-I'm very sorry about this.
[car door closes]
- Hi.
Where is he?
- He could have killed them.
- What are you talking about?
You okay?
- Yeah.
- You sure?
- Mm-hmm.
- Hi.
- Hi.
- How you doing? You okay?
- Yeah. Yeah.
- 'Cause we can go
to Martha's Vineyard Hospital.
It's really good.
- I really feel fine now.
- You sure?
You had some water?
- Everyone has had water.
- Thank you, Dad.
- Hi.
I'm so sorry.
Um, we were just wondering
if we could, um, like,
get an autograph.
- Oh.
- Yeah. I'm sorry
it's just a napkin, but--
- Sure. Yes.
- We love you.
- Thank you.
- "Bless This Mess"
is my bedtime show.
- Aw.
- So...
- What--I don't know that one.
- That--Oh.
Oh, sorry.
Are you not Lake Bell?
- Oh.
Oh. Um...
- Oh, shit.
I'm sorry. I'm sorry. I--
- No, no.
- You look so much like her,
so I just thought--
- Thank you.
[laughs]
I mean,
she's a little younger.
- I mean, if you're gonna look
like an actor,
she's really hot,
and she's really fun.
- Weirdly,
I'm actually an actress, too.
- I'm so sorry. I--
Enjoy your ice cream.
[light music]
- Want some, Mommy?
- [sighs]
- What's "Bless This Mess"?
- Can someone please tell me
what happened?
- Zoe wanted pizza.
- No, I didn't!
- Yes, you did!
- We all wanted pizza.
- Pizza was your idea.
- Pizza's not a problem.
- Pop-Pop,
we all wanted pizza.
We were walking
to West Tisbury,
and he fell down.
He was crying
and breathing really weird.
He said he was having
a heart attack,
so I called 911.
- There wasn't any service,
so Zoe went to get Mommy.
- Sounds like
what happened was,
Sam thought that he was having
a heart attack,
but, really, he was having
a panic attack,
which is
a mental-health issue.
Remember how we've talked
about Mommy and mental health?
Hey, I know it was scary,
but he's okay.
Look at him.
Right?
Everybody's fine.
I'm really proud of how
you girls behaved.
- Thanks, Mommy.
- Every last one of you.
both: Thank you, Mommy.
- Yeah.
- You did
the exact right thing.
- He said...
[laughing] He said he was
in love with Mommy.
- Oh.
[laughter]
- Get in the car.
I want him out of here.
- Dad, can you not?
You're being insane.
- I want him off island.
- No.
Sam, here, I'll take you home.
You--you take these guys
after they're done
with their ice cream.
- I'm really very sorry.
- It's okay.
No one got hurt.
- I think Lake Bell
kind of sucks.
[gentle music]
[refrigerator door opens]
[plastic crinkling]
[door creaks]
- [gasps] Oh, my God.
- Sorry.
- Oh, Jesus.
- I'm sorry.
- It...
- Um...
- Can I help?
- I-I was just...
passing by.
C-can I sit a minute?
- Be my guest.
- Well, what are you reading?
- "Man's Search For Meaning."
- Mm.
- It's, um, by a psychiatrist
who survived
four concentration camps.
- Wow.
- It's a laugh riot.
- [chuckles] Really?
- [chuckles]
I mean, I don't know.
- I'm trying to...
Get a wider lens.
- Sounds like something
I could read.
I wonder if they have it
at the library.
- Does my mom know how much
you like the Chilmark Library?
- I'm not sure.
- You know she worked there
for 30 years?
- Really?
- Yeah.
- Wow.
Yeah, they have a lot
of your movies there.
- Yeah, she ordered those.
- Oh.
- [laughs]
- You know, I, um...
I-I-I wanted to tell you
I lov--I really loved, um...
"Failing Upwards."
- You--you watched that?
- Yeah.
Yeah, it was very good.
- Oh. Thank you.
- It was really funny.
You're--you're really funny.
- Thank you.
- Um...
I also watched,
uh, "Heretics."
- What?
- Yes.
That--that--that--
- No! [laughs]
- You know, very--very unique.
Um...
No, really, I-I liked it.
Uh, you and Steven Weber
have great chemistry.
- [laughing]
Stop.
- I'm serious.
I mean, like...
you're--you're a great actor.
[chuckles]
- Thank you.
[moaning softly]
I-I'm--I'm realizing that
this can't be a thing.
- I understand.
- You're gonna find
a lovely girlfriend, Sam.
- Um...
I mean, I--
I mean, I...
I just kind of want to be
with you.
- Should you maybe go home?
- You mean, like, to New York?
I don't know.
Uh...
I'll be fine.
- Okay.
- I'll, uh...
I'll--I'll to my quarters.
[sighs]
[vehicle approaching]
[indistinct chatter]
- Jesus.
- I've never seen anybody--
- You guys are so impatient.
It wasn't that long a drive.
- That's all right.
I can get out by myself.
- [chuckles]
- Ugh!
You know,
I'm not a paper doll.
When you get out
when you're as short as I am,
you have to jump.
- I know.
- Oh, thank you.
- Well, he should have given
you a hand.
- No, he didn't at all.
- This is classic.
- Hey, sweetie.
Freddie.
- Here we go.
Here we go again.
- Shh.
- Oh, my God.
- David.
- Fred!
- Quiet!
David.
- Come on.
- Get the fuck over here.
- What do you got?
- Yellow-bellied sapsuckers--
a pair.
Take a look.
Two.
Two.
- Oh, yeah.
You know what else I see?
- What?
- You guys!
[screaming, laughter]
I got you!
Oh!
[excited chatter]
- Get him, kids.
- He means it.
- I've missed you guys
so much.
- Hey! Oh!
[excited chatter]
- Thought
we'd never make it, eh?
- Welcome.
- Yeah.
What's on your face?
It's like, fluffy.
- It's hair.
I grew it.
- Sam?
Hey.
- Lauren.
- Oh, my--do you spend
the summers up here, too?
- Oh, no, no, no, um--
Do--do you?
- Uh, yeah.
My parents have a house in OB.
- Oh, wow, that--
that's awesome.
- Yeah, it's nice.
Um...
Oh.
You have kids.
- Oh, uh, no.
No, no, no.
Um, I'm just working
for a family out here.
- Oh, like--like,
family law or--
- Uh, no, no.
Uh, I'm, like,
kind of a nanny.
- Oh.
- Yeah. Uh...
- Cool.
- Yeah.
Yeah, it--it--it's fun.
- Nice.
[indistinct chatter]
- Hey.
- Oh, hey.
- You all right?
- Oh, yeah, yeah, I'm fine.
- Okay.
both: Um...
- Do you still smoke?
- Yes.
- Wish I didn't have to work
all the fucking time.
- Yeah, but that's
a really great firm.
- Thanks.
- What was your boyfriend's
name again?
- Isaiah.
- Isaiah.
Oh.
- Good old Isaiah.
- [mouth full]
Are you guys, like--
are you still together?
- Like, are we married?
Is that what you mean?
- Oh, my God! Whoa!
- [laughs]
- Mazel tov. That's wonderful.
- Thanks. Yeah.
He got a good one.
- Wow. Is he out here?
- Yeah.
He's on the beach with my dad.
- Mm.
- I mean, weren't you
on the Law Review at Fordham?
- My second year.
- Right.
Then you, what, dropped out?
- Uh, I took, like,
a leave of absence.
- [chuckling]
For 3 1/2 years?
- Well, you know, I, uh...
[coughs] I had some, um...
some, like,
mental-health stuff?
So I didn't...
- Oh.
- You know.
- Oh, shit. Sorry.
- I was gonna come back,
but...
Um...
- Damn.
- I'm, like, really high.
- Oh, okay.
- Yeah.
- Well, here, hand me that.
- Okay.
- Got the lighter?
- Um...
Yeah, I'm, like--
You know, I just get, like--
Mm.
[both inhale deeply]
[both exhale deeply]
- Let's do one more.
[both inhale deeply]
[both exhale deeply]
[laughing]
You know...
I always thought of you
as this, like...
kind of...
hotshot tax lawyer.
- Thank you.
- [chuckles]
- I thought my touring days
were long gone.
I'm more of a sound engineer,
producer kind of guy now.
[door creaks, closes]
So...
- Are you serious?
- That's very sad.
- I was third in line to play
bass at one of his gigs.
They went to the first guy.
He got sick.
They went to the second guy...
[objects clatter]
And there was a minute where--
- I want him out.
- Dad.
- What?
- Hi, Sam.
- And then at the last minute,
he played.
- [laughs]
- What was your favorite stop
on the tour?
- Oh, he loved New Zealand.
- Mm.
Amazing crowds.
- You must feel
like a real rock star.
- He is a real rock star.
- Would it be all right
if we invited Sandy Cohn over
for Shabbos dinner?
- He's not far.
- Sure.
- He's just over shingles.
- You know what they say
about shingles?
Don't get 'em.
- I know a few people
who have shingles.
It's just terrible.
- Jesus, really?
- Hideous.
- I'm texting him.
- Oh, I'll pick him up
in the 900.
- So painful.
The worst.
- Anybody want to turn these
into Tom Collinses?
I brought
some amazing craft gin.
- That's the goyest thing
I've ever heard in my life.
- [laughs]
- Well, you don't get one.
- Also, it's 11:30.
- Is it?
- Yeah.
- Wow.
[scoffs]
I'm all fucked up.
[distant chatter]
- Make sure David
brings a hat.
- Yes, I know.
Hey.
- Hi.
[grunts, laughs]
- David.
David!
[scoffs] God.
Ow!
- Ow!
- Babe.
- Sorry. Too rough.
- Just be more gentle.
- Sorry. Sorry.
- [laughing]
You look insane.
I mean--
- What, you don't like it?
- No, I--
- People like it.
- I just have
to get used to it.
- You look great.
- Ugh, no, I don't.
- You do.
You got the...
Vineyard glow.
[laughs]
[ice rattles]
- Why are you drinking?
- What, this?
It's a summer drink.
Sorry. I'm just...
[sighs]
I'm sort of...
Yeah, I'm sort of overflowing.
[chuckles]
You know, just, like...
just coming down off the high,
you know?
- Yeah, okay.
- Anyway, I'm so happy
to be here.
- Good.
- Can I have a normal hug?
- [laughs]
Tickles.
- [whispering]
Wanna fuck?
- [whispering]
No.
- Okay.
- We're gonna, uh, walk
to the Chilmark Store
with your parents, so...
come down.
- Swim with the dolphins.
[imitates dolphin squealing]
- Wait.
I'm gonna be the dolphin.
- [continues imitating
dolphin squealing]
I'm gonna launch her.
One, two, three.
- Ow!
[laughter]
- Anyone want to go for a walk
to the Chilmark Store?
- Mm.
- Mm, not really.
Oh, the net came off.
- Ah.
Ah!
- Girls, I think
it would be really nice
to spend a little bit of time
with Grandpa Fred
and Grandma Helen.
Please?
- I'm gonna put it in a shirt.
Ya!
- Okay.
[indistinct chatter]
- You okay?
- Oh. Yeah.
- I'm just going to get
in my scuba shirt.
- So who's your lady here?
- I was just married.
- Oh.
Mazel tov.
- I'm passing on the store.
I need to expend energy.
[child giggles]
Sam, you ball?
- Uh...
s-sort of.
- Really?
[children laugh]
- Community center.
Let's roll.
- All right.
- And a seashell.
Swim, swim, swim.
Ah!
- Okay, ready?
One, two, three, explode!
- Flying baby!
Wah!
- Yeah, I'd say it's more of a
contact sport than you think.
- Whoa.
both: Oh!
- [grunts]
Oh, shit!
- Ow.
- Come on!
Come on!
Oh!
- Huh. Um...
- Oh.
So how's it been going?
- [grunts]
Oh, uh, it's been,
you know, great.
Really fun.
- Yeah?
- Yeah.
- She's pretty attractive, no?
- Wait.
Wha--Who?
- My wife.
- Oh, um...
W-wait, what?
- She was in--in movie-star
territory early aughts.
- Right. Yeah, yeah.
No, of course.
I mean, I'm, like, a fan.
- Oh, are you a fanboy?
[laughs] Fanboy.
- No, no, I'm--I'm like, just,
you know, a fan of cinema.
- Is it going okay with her?
- Oh, ye--yes.
Yeah.
Um, she's a good communicator,
good mother.
- That career...
creates a void
that can't be filled, brother.
- What do you mean?
- Acting.
It's a void.
- Oh.
Okay.
- Dianne had this little arc
on that show "Pythagoras"
with Jeremy Irons in Hungary.
I flew out there.
She'd stopped eating,
wouldn't leave her room,
said she couldn't finish
the show,
like it would be hurting
herself...
because the writing
was so bad.
- Whoa.
- They adjusted her meds
and picked it up in reshoots.
- I mean, that--that's good.
- That was her last job.
That was 2011.
Oh!
- Freebie?
- Yeah, go for it.
Psyche!
[laughs]
Oh.
- Found it!
[breathing heavily]
Oh, um...
before I forget,
I-I did want to, you know,
apologize for yesterday.
Basically, I forgot
my medication.
[breathing heavily]
- What?
- Oh, um, I thought
Dianne told you?
I was walking the girls
to get pizza,
and I had an anxiety attack.
And, you know, they--
everyone's fine.
I mean, it just
sort of freaked them out.
- What medication?
- Xanax?
I-I usually keep it
in my wallet, but...
but I forgot that as well.
- So how were you gonna pay
for the food?
- I wouldn't have been
able to.
- [laughs]
Are you kidding?
- I'm really...
very sorry.
- Cheers to all of you.
- Cheers to everybody.
- L'chaim.
- L'chaim. Yes.
- L'chaim.
[glasses clinking]
- My day is very simple.
I paint till lunch.
- That's a good schedule.
- That's fantastic. Fantastic.
- I'm right outside Aquinnah.
- I brought the girls
to that little
Native American village.
- They should have
their casino.
- Toby likes traffic.
- Well, it's a small price
to pay for what we've done.
- Sandy,
I hate to tell you this,
but I'm a conservative.
- Oh, I know.
- I'm a minority.
- Oh, Dad, never say that,
never, ever.
- I am, in Chilmark,
in the city.
- You and Dershowitz.
- I never liked Trump.
- Dad.
- I run a wildly successful
holding company.
I support Israel.
- Hey, hey, hey, no Israel.
- No Israel?
Israel keeps the fucking
gas chambers closed, darling.
- Leonard.
Jesus.
- Um, i-is
more ice cream okay?
- I don't think...so
- Sure.
- Okay.
- He's related?
- He takes care of the kids.
- Yeah, he's wonderful.
- He's our manny.
- Yeah.
- [laughing] Manny.
Very clever.
- Is it?
- You prefer babysitter?
- Oh, uh...
- Well, I like au pair.
- A thoughtful man
caring for the children--
it's terrific.
- I will say,
m-manny's not my favorite.
- No, I think it's sexy.
- Oh, yes, very sexy
to see a man with children.
- Do you have a girlfriend?
- Oh, you've discussed
his sexuality?
- Boyfriend?
- Trans?
- Ooh.
- Sam, "Moana"!
- Ugh.
- I'll just go. I got it.
[indistinct chatter]
- Sam!
- I'm coming.
- Nice guy.
- Yeah, he's lovely.
- He grew up
at our tennis club
with David
and his sister, Becky.
- Please stop saying that.
- Why?
- Because she made it up.
- No, I didn't.
- Becky has no idea
who this kid is.
- "This kid"?
- Well, how old is he?
- 33? 34?
- Wow.
That makes it even weirder.
- I didn't know
he was that old.
- Well, he looks 25.
- He looks like Cousin Joel.
- [whispering]
Oh, stop.
- [laughing] He--he does!
He totally does!
- Mm-mm.
- Stop it.
- Who's Cousin Joel?
- My Tanta Golda's grandson.
They live in Baltimore.
He's very, very troubled.
Never been married.
It doesn't make him,
you know, bad.
- Well...
I think Sam is handsome
and capable.
Is Cousin Joel those things?
- Cousin Joel
is a sex offender.
- You want to slow down
a little?
- Hey, Sandy...
[clears throat]
Did you know
that he's one of my father's
psychiatric patients
or that he had
a nervous breakdown
walking my children home
from camp?
- Who, Joel?
both: Sam!
- No.
- That's true.
[laughs]
Cheers.
- I knew this would come back
and bite me in the ass.
Never--never was I involved
with a patient.
I've been in practice
50 years.
We had theater tickets.
They could take me to court.
- What? No.
- Well, they could have been
killed, babe.
- He forgot his meds.
- We should worry
about his meds?
- He should have had
his benzodiazepine.
- It was a mistake.
- He's infatuated with you.
- Dad.
- Lenny.
- What?
- Nothing.
[laughing]
Oh, my God, nothing.
When he had
the little episode,
he told the girls
he loved them.
- And you.
He told them he was
in love with you!
- [laughing]
What the fuck?
- I think I'll excuse myself.
- Sit down!
- David.
- Hey. Really?
What is wrong with you?
- With me?
- Yeah.
- I am gone three months...
earning money for this family--
not--not Papa Cohen's money,
our money!
- Ah, okay,
that must have felt nice.
- And you're here
flirting with Cousin Joel?
- Should we call it?
- Yeah.
- Did you fuck the manny?
Did you?
- Yes, David.
Because no one
ever looks at me,
and I'm being looked at.
And not only that,
but he thinks I'm funny.
And--and--and it's not
just because I'm paying him.
He actually thinks
I'm a very funny person.
I don't have to do anything.
I don't have
to fucking do anything.
So whatever cocktail
you've got him on, keep it up,
because I am 51 years old
and on about 700 pounds
of Lexapro,
and just thinking about him
makes me wet.
[table clatters]
- David!
- [shouts]
- David!
- David!
- Where are you going?
- Where are you going?
You can't drive now!
You've been drinking!
David!
- [sobbing]
- No, no, no, no, no.
No, no, no.
You're not going anywhere.
- Leave me alone.
- I said you are not going
anywhere!
David!
- No!
- Get out! Get out!
[engine turning over]
David!
You're drunk!
You're drunk!
[tires skidding]
Come on!
- David!
[seagulls crying]
[boat horn blowing]
[upbeat music]
- When I poured
my heart out
Blood flowed
I planted you
Watered you with tears
And watched you
Grow
Away from me
So much for my green thumb
- Hey.
Beantown traffic, dude.
That's Jenny.
- Hi.
- Hi. Sam.
- It's so nice to meet you.
- Nice to meet you.
- Yeah.
- Sorry, man.
We took the scenic route.
- Could you just, uh,
open the trunk?
- Yeah, yeah, yeah.
- So you were mannying?
- Mm-hmm.
I'm sorry you didn't get
to come out to the island.
- Oh, yeah, no worries.
Um...
Cape Cod is super...
[thunder booms]
Nice.
- Yeah, it's pretty nice.
- Man, I just took
a wicked dump.
[groans, sighs]
- How--how long have
you been dating?
- Six weeks.
- Yeah.
- Yeah.
Yeah, it's really fast for me,
poop-wise.
- [chuckles]
Um...
- So, uh,
what were the kids like?
- Oh, they--they were
very nice, you know?
Three girls.
- Three?
- Yeah.
- Holy shit. How old?
- Um, 6, 8, and 11.
- [chuckles]
Are they obsessed with you?
- Uh...
I-I don't know.
- Did you, like,
kill one of 'em?
- [chuckles]
No.
- [chuckles]
- Um...
- Well, I-I mean, I guess
I nearly killed all of them.
- Oh, fuck.
Really?
- I had, like,
a panic attack...
walking them home from camp.
- Shit.
- You know, I thought
I was dying, and I--
I told the girls I was in love
with their mother.
- Jesus.
Are you?
- I don't know.
She told the entire family
that we'd been having sex.
And then her husband,
who was, like, really drunk,
crashed his car
into a historic post office.
- [laughs]
[clears throat]
Oh, my God.
- Y'all were fucking?
- No.
No, we--we weren't.
- Sorry, what?
- We, like...
we--we kissed once.
- Nice.
- She sounds like a sociopath.
- Is the husband okay?
- Cervical fracture.
- Damn.
[thunder rumbles]
- It's not--not great.
[indistinct chatter
on car radio]
[serious music]
[elevator bell dings]
- Shabbat Shalom.
all: Shabbat Shalom!
- Ow!
- Hey.
- Mommy!
- Bye-bye!
- No!
- Oh, my God!
Hi, babies!
- Aunt Becky!
- Aunt Becky!
- Hi! Hi.
Oh, girls, how are you?
[girls giggle]
How was the summer?
- I did so much dancing.
- It was so fun!
We went swimming in a lake.
- Hi, Eliju!
What are you eating?
- Rugelach.
- Oh, before lunch even?
- Yeah.
- What is the big idea?
- Hi, friend. Hi.
- Hey.
- Hi.
- Hey.
- Hey.
Are you gonna give
Darth Vader a hug?
- [whispering]
Go say hi to your daddy.
- What's Darth Vader?
- "Star Wars"!
- Go on.
Hi.
- Hi.
- Does it hurt?
- Yeah.
- I was on call.
If he had to stay,
it was a bummer.
- Mm.
- Jennifer's a doula.
- Yes, I know that, Helen.
She was my doula.
- No.
- Yes, with Claire.
- Yep, VBAC
after two C-sections.
- What is VBAC?
- Oh, uh, Vaginal Birth
After C-section.
- Mm, terrific.
- It's very rare after two.
- Both of mine were vagina.
48 miserable hours
with David, remember?
But this one, piece of cake.
- Duh.
- [laughs]
- Becky's been my doula.
- You've been staying here
with him?
- Yeah, I had sick days, so...
Mm.
- I've been surrounded
by many doulas.
[children chattering
distantly]
- Painkillers.
He'll pipe down.
- [laughing]
No, no, I just mean, like...
Everyone in the family
is like a doula to...
to me.
The kids and...
Dad.
- Huh?
Uh-huh.
- Hi.
Seems like you're doing
a little better.
- I can't fucking shit.
I'm eating.
And I keep eating.
I don't understand.
- Are you taking
a stool softener?
- Yes.
- Bagels, I think,
can be kind of, like...
They can slow things down.
Want to come home?
- Do you want this?
Do the girls?
- Of course.
- I think I might dump.
[light music]
[door closes]
[indistinct chatter]
[door opens]
- And then we got
very similar results
from completely different
research.
- Wow.
- Yeah.
Get the blood work.
- Yeah, yeah, I-I will.
Bye. [clears throat]
- Bye-bye.
- Jesus.
- I'm sorry.
- Jesus.
- I'm sorry. I'm so sorry.
Sorry, sorry.
Hi.
- Hi.
- Hey.
It's good to see you.
- You--you too.
- Are you free?
- Oh, uh, aren't you--
- Oh, yeah.
I mean in an hour.
- Um...
- Coffee?
- Yeah.
- There's a little diner
at the end of the block
on the corner.
- All right.
- I'm...
- Dianne.
- Hi.
Yes.
- You two know each other?
- Yeah.
- Mm-hmm. We--
- Shall we?
- Yes.
- Bye.
- You--you did fine with Prozac
for the first two pregnancies,
but Prozac stopped working
after Claire.
You added Zyprexa,
which didn't help.
Added Effexor.
Got a rash.
Celexa didn't help,
but you did get something
from Lexapro.
You paired it with Adderall,
but that kept you up.
You added Wellbutrin,
which did help.
Okay.
And trazodone for sleep.
- Yes.
- Mm-hmm.
[clears throat]
Well, this is all
to ask how you're doing.
- [laughs]
I'm okay.
- Mm-hmm.
- It's mostly
the sleep stuff...
- Mm-hmm.
- And the lowish-level
depression.
- Mm-hmm.
Any suicidal ideation?
- No, not recently.
- Past six months?
- No.
I mean...
it crosses my mind
but not in a serious way.
- Do you have any plans
to kill yourself?
- No.
- No.
Are you in psychotherapy?
- Uh, no.
- Have you been
in psychotherapy?
- Yes.
- Oh.
How long?
- A long time.
- How long
with the last person?
- Dr. Klein, 15 years.
- 15 years.
Why did you leave him?
- Because
it wasn't really helping me.
It was hard
to listen to myself--
very boring, very repetitive.
Dr. Klein was a trouper.
- You feel you bored
Dr. Klein?
- I know I did.
- How do you know?
- There are some things
you just know.
I'm a wealthy white woman.
I've made six figures
from my father's business
since I was three years old,
like Donald Trump.
And I pretty much always feel
like a victim...
like real victims.
I haven't worked in ten years.
I haven't had sex
in five years.
I'm an actor.
You'll kill yourself.
- Your privileges make you...
undeserving of care?
- [voice breaking]
Yeah.
Somewhat.
- What if this was happening
to a friend?
- Like, a rich,
unemployed actor friend?
- Well, sure.
- I don't really have
those people in my life.
- Friends?
[car horn honks outside]
- More coffee?
- Oh, uh, yeah.
Thank you.
- Dessert?
- Uh, sure...
rice pudding?
- Whipped cream?
[door opens, bells jingle]
[door closes]
- Hi.
- Oh.
- I'm so sorry. We went over.
If you have to go--
- No, no, no,
don't worry about it.
I-I'm free.
- Okay.
- Can I get you anything?
- Coffee would be great.
Thank you.
Hi.
- Hi.
[both chuckle nervously]
Dr. Greene seems cool.
- Yeah.
Is it appropriate
for us to be--
- Oh, I-I'm just seeing her
while Fred's in Chile.
- Oh. Oh, oh, oh.
- She's his backup.
- Okay.
- Here you go.
- Thank you.
I'm so sorry.
- Oh.
It's okay.
- I was...
unhinged.
- I'm fine.
- Still...
- Really.
- Okay, good.
- I mean, I guess I am
kind of curious
why you said
we'd been sleeping together?
- I don't know.
I...
[exhales]
Regret it.
- I was--I was
kind of flattered.
- We owe you money.
- That's--
No.
- No, no, no, no.
- It's fine, really.
- How much?
- Um...
like, $2,500?
- Here you go.
[car horns honking outside]
- Sorry.
- Thank you.
[zipper opens, closes]
How's--how's David doing?
- He's home.
A lot better.
- Oh, that's really good
to hear.
I wasn't in the best place
to be taking care of children.
- Is anyone?
- [laughs] I mean...
I-I acted kind of crazy.
I watched all your movies
and television appearances,
and...
- Oh, well--
- You know, I watched, um...
"Rikki Tikki Tower."
- Oh, God.
- [laughs]
- That is not
in the Chilmark Library.
- Museum
of Television and Radio.
- You went there?
- I went there.
Y-you can't take anything out.
You have to--You know, like,
they have little cubicles.
You put on earphones.
Um...
that was
a very ambitious project.
- [laughs]
- I'm shocked it was on PBS...
- Yeah.
- On children's television.
I mean, how old were you?
- Who knows?
- Well, you were very cute.
- Thank you.
- [chuckles]
I have a girlfriend.
- Oh.
Wow.
That's great.
What's her name?
- Katie.
She lives near my parents
in Connecticut.
Um...
I'm--I'm living there.
- How'd you meet?
- Met--met on Hinge.
- Oh, great.
That's great.
- Yeah.
- Good for you.
- You know, um...
I'm grateful to have
been close to you...
You know, and--and the girls.
Do you want to eat this?
- Yeah, sure do.
- Okay.
Just sort of sitting there.
[The Magnetic Fields'
"Grand Canyon"]
- If I was
The Grand Canyon
I'd echo
Everything you say
But I'm just me
I'm only me
And you used to love me
That way
So you know how to love me
That way
If I was
Paul Bunyan
I'd carry you
So far away
But I'm just me
I'm only me
And you used to love me
That way
So you know how to love me
That way
If I was
The Grand Canyon
I'd echo
Everything you say
But I'm just me
I'm only me
And you used to love me
That way
So you know how to love me
That way
[The Magnetic Fields'
"Yeah! Oh, Yeah!"]
- Are you out of love
with me?
Are you longing
to be free?
Do I drive you up a tree?
- Yeah, oh, yeah
- Do I drive you
up the wall?
Do you dread
every phone call?
Can you not stand me
at all?
- Yeah, oh, yeah
- Do I need you
more than air?
Is it true
you just don't care?
Are you having an affair?
- Yeah, oh, yeah
When we met
I thought
money was everything
So I let you buy the house
The cars, the ring
But I can't take
your perpetual whining
And you can't sing
both:
Ah, ah, ah, ah, ah, ah, ah
Ah, ah, ah, ah, ah, ah, ah
Ah, ah, ah, ah, ah, ah, ah
- Yeah, oh, yeah
- I thought
if we lived apart
We could make
a brand-new start
Do you want
to break my heart?
- Yeah, oh, yeah
I enjoyed
making you miserable
For years
Found peace of mind
In playing on your fears
How I love to catch
your gold and silver tears
But now, my dear
- What a dark
and dreary life
Are you reaching
for a knife?
Could you really kill
your wife?
- Yeah, oh, yeah
- Oh, I die, I die, I die
So it's over, you and I
Was my whole life
just a lie?
- Yeah, oh, yeah
[song ends]
[light music]
- A, B
[clears throat]
C, D
E, F, G
[elevator bell dings]
[door opens]
L-M-N-O
L-M-N-O--
- Sam?
- Yes.
- You okay?
- Yeah.
I've just been
down here a while.
- Uh, what--what are you--
what is this?
- Roger asked me
to alphabetize these I-9s.
- Ah.
Okay, um, you know what?
Let's--let's sit.
- Okay.
Yeah.
- I've got
some difficult news.
And I hope you know
how valuable
you've been to this firm.
You're very skilled.
- Thank you.
[light music]
[indistinct chatter]
[breathes deeply]
[hyperventilating]
Can you--
- Oh.
- Fuck.
[whimpers]
Oh, my heart.
Can you--can you get some help?
[sniffs]
[breathing deeply]
- Hey, bud, you doing okay?
- Oh, yeah. I'm good.
Uh, I-I was feeling sick,
but I'm--
I'm okay.
- Yeah?
- Yeah, I'm sorry if I freaked
anyone out.
- Do you want to sit
in the office for a minute?
- Oh, no, no, no. I'm fine.
Thank you.
- Okay.
[distant car horn honking]
[indistinct chatter]
- Oh.
Thank you for your help.
- I'm glad
you're feeling better.
- I am.
A lot better.
Um, could I--could I get you,
like, a gift card
or a hat or something?
- [chuckles]
No, I should get going.
- Okay.
[sniffs]
Thank you.
[door opens, closes]
Mm.
[crash]
[upbeat music]
[door closes]
- Oh, shit, dude!
- Can't you just bring them
to Becky's?
David, we have
theater tickets.
David?
Hello?
Hello?
Hi, Sam.
- Hi.
- Nice to see you.
- You too.
- Your head okay?
- Oh, yes, uh, thank you.
It--it was a mole.
- Oh, well, good for you.
Ugh.
How are your parents?
- Oh, they're--they're good.
- Look at this.
I used to have cups
that had a flat bottom.
Everybody left them around,
so I thought,
I'm gonna get
a cone-shaped cup.
And now they squish them, and
they still leave them around.
You can't win, Sam.
- When was
the last panic attack?
- When I left school, 2019.
- You depressed?
- Not really.
- Good.
Smoking grass?
- Sometimes.
- Doesn't help.
- Yeah.
- Nobody listens to me.
All right, what else?
- Um...
well, I-I think I'm struggling
with some OCD stuff.
- Here, fill this out.
[clears throat]
[pen scratching]
[sighs, groans]
[pen scratching]
What are
the intrusive thoughts?
- I'd rather not discuss them.
- I've been in psychopathology
for 50 years, Sam.
What are the thoughts?
- I did want to ask--
My mom mentioned
that your parents
were killed in Auschwitz.
- My father.
My mother, in Belzec.
- Yeah, I-I should go.
- Sit down.
- I can't share this,
unfortunately.
- Now I'm truly interested.
- There are sort of, like,
Holocaust elements to this.
- I'm trying to do
my job, Sam.
Now, you pay me pretty well,
so sit down.
Now, what are the thoughts?
- It's, uh--it's--it's--
it's incredibly inappropriate.
I think I suffer from
internalized antisemitism.
- Wonderful.
Go on.
- If, like, a Hasidic person
is in front of me
at CVS or something,
I'll keep repeating, like...
in my head, um...
You know,
I-I feel a little sick.
Um, I'll think, like, uh...
Kike whore.
- You say that out loud?
- No. No.
- Is it just with the Haredi?
- What?
- The Hasids, black hats.
- Oh.
Uh, it's...
- Jews in general?
- Yeah.
- Hmm.
Just "kike whore"?
- Well, if I see, like, a...
secular Jew, I'll think,
like, um...
Hook nose.
- "Hook nose"?
- Yes.
- Just "hook nose"?
- I'm really very ashamed
to bring this to you.
- [speaking Yiddish]
- I'm sorry?
- Go hit your head
against the wall.
- I-I don't understand.
- Don't worry about me.
Right?
- Okay.
- [sighs]
So you see a Jew,
and these phrases come up.
Do they repeat?
- Yes.
- You mean like,
kike whore, kike whore, kike
whore, kike whore, kike whore?
- C-can you please stop?
- Or hook nose, hook nose,
hook nose.
In a sentence?
Like, kike whore and the
hook nose went for a latke?
- Please stop.
- Now, look...
the best treatment for OCD
is conditioning yourself
to the thoughts.
If you allow them to exist,
they lose power.
- Do you think
I'm antisemitic?
- I think you're
an anxious Jew with mild OCD.
- "Mild"?
- Mm.
- So--so you're not offended?
- I'm only offended you didn't
let me roll
with the latke thing.
[chuckles]
All right.
Single?
- Yeah.
- For how long?
- I don't know, a few years.
- You're attractive enough.
- Thanks.
Do you think
it could be, like...
intergenerational trauma or...
- Yeah, sure.
Now, let's talk meds.
- I-I just didn't have
the Xanax on me.
- Now we're going to up
the Effexor 150 milligrams.
It's good for obsessions
at the higher level.
And you keep
2 milligrams Xanax on you.
- You don't take card, right?
- You all right?
- I just lost my insurance.
- I'm sorry to hear that.
- I-I'll have COBRA,
I think, so...
- Yeah.
We don't take insurance.
- Yes, I--
I just--I had something
out-of-network,
but I'll send a check.
- Okay.
- Thank you.
- Say hi to your parents.
- I will.
[zipper closes]
- Do you babysit?
- Sorry?
- Do you babysit children?
- Um, well, uh...
- I'm sure you'd be wonderful.
David's in a pickle.
- Okay.
Wait, who?
- Our son David.
He used to babysit you
at the tennis club.
You remember?
The New Rochelle Racquet Club.
- Oh.
- We used to drive up
from the city.
- Okay.
- David still plays.
Let me show you
three delicious girls...
my granddaughters.
- Oh, nice.
- This is Claire. She's 6.
That's Zoe. She's 8.
That's Emma. She's 11.
- They're very--
- They're beautiful.
- They're very cute.
- I take no credit.
- Oh, uh, well...
would that be right
for a patient to, um...
- Well, we know your parents.
What? It's--
You're functional.
- Uh...
[upbeat music]
[doorbell rings]
[thudding footsteps
approaching]
[lock clicks]
- Who are you?
- Um, I'm a family friend
of your grandparents.
I-I'm here to babysit you.
Um...
what's your name?
- Claire Isabelle Finman.
- Cool.
I'm--I'm Sam Daniel Stein.
- Daddy!
Daddy!
[faint video game sounds]
- David?
- Come on up!
- Yes. Come on.
[video game beeping]
- Cool.
- Hey, man.
- Hey.
- David.
- I'm Sam.
- Hey. How you doing?
- Good. Good.
[phone beeps]
- Sorry, I'm...
juggling, like, 15 things
right now.
- That's no problem.
- Have you met the girls?
- Just, uh, Claire.
- That's Emma, doing
an insane amount of homework.
Zoe's gaming.
She's a gamer.
[cheering on video game]
- Excellent!
- Can I go?
- Wait a minute.
- Have we met?
- Like, uh,
at the New Rochelle
Racquet Club maybe?
- Do you still play?
- Uh, not really.
[cell phone chimes]
- I want to play.
- Leave me alone.
- Hey, say hello, girls.
- Hi.
- Your head okay, bud?
- Oh, yeah.
I-I, like, fell off my bike.
Um, I mean,
I-I was wearing a helmet,
but, you know, not, um...
tight.
- No, it's got
to be snug, brother.
- Where's Mommy?
- On the Vineyard, love,
at Mom-Mom and Pop-Pop's.
- I want to go
to the Vineyard.
- I know. Me too.
[cell phone chimes]
Mommy needs a few days
to relax.
[cell phone clicking]
It's no big deal.
My wife is--
Her parents are
in New Zealand.
Our regular person's
in Poland.
My parents are
at a Hugh Jackman thing.
That's why we're in crisis.
- Oh.
- Is $300 enough?
[drawer opens]
- Oh.
- It could be 2:00 or 3:00
in the morning.
- I mean, that--that seems,
like, uh...
you know.
- Ain't gonna be easy.
[children shouting
indistinctly upstairs]
I'm playing bass tonight
with Warren Haynes's band
at the Beacon.
- Oh, cool.
- You know who
Warren Haynes is?
- I-I am sorry, I don't.
- Gov't Mule.
- Oh, yeah.
Uh...
- You know
the fucking Allman Brothers.
- Oh, no, I-I know
the Allman Brothers, yeah.
- So my buddy is touring
with Warren's band.
He threw his back out,
so I've been rehearsing
with him all week.
- That's amazing.
- Okay, here's the spiel.
Claire's in bed at 8:30.
Zoe's in bed at 9:00.
Zoe's allergic to peanuts.
There are none in the house,
but here's her EpiPen.
No, I'm just kidding.
No, this--this lives in here.
- Okay.
- Um, Emma should be
in bed 9:30.
They can read or badger you
for 15 minutes,
but then it's lights out.
[child screams upstairs]
Got to be a little strict
with 'em, my man.
- Yeah, okay.
- Um, there's mac and cheese
on the stove.
Just heat it up for Zoe.
- Okay.
- And I have your number,
I think.
Is this is your...
That it?
- Yeah.
[cell phone chimes]
- Okay.
[children shouting upstairs]
[light music]
[children chattering
distantly]
[footsteps approaching]
[glass shattering]
- He broke glass, Daddy!
- Hi.
Uh, where's your broom?
- He broke glass!
- What is the noise?
- Shh.
- Hey, I'm very sorry.
- It's okay. Don't worry.
Maybe turn the stove down.
Yo, Zo-bot!
Looks like mac and cheese
is ready.
- I don't want that.
- Just try it.
- Can I have ice cream?
- I'm having ice cream.
- Yeah, after dinner.
- I just want ice cream.
- Bowls are right up here.
Forks are in there.
She can do milk,
water, Pellegrino.
- Can we have ice cream?
- Yeah,
after your sister eats.
- We had dinner!
- Jesus.
Fine.
- What?
- Um, this is hot.
- [whispering]
Is he staying?
- Hey.
Please, please...
please be respectful.
Okay?
- Okay.
- Promise?
- Yeah, sure.
- Thank you, brother.
- Listen up now,
listen to me
My girls in my band
are family
- Hurry up, T.K..
I'm already late.
- It's the last walk
of our summer.
- You know, I-I think, uh...
I think "E.T." is on Netflix.
- What's "E.T."?
- Are you kidding?
D-do any of you know
what "E.T." is?
- I know "E.T."
- I know "E.T."
- You don't know "E.T."
- Yes, I do!
- We should watch "E.T."
- Daddy says "E.T." is scary.
- Really?
I wonder what
he's referring to.
Like, when E.T.
is hospitalized?
- Dude, shut up.
- Oh, um, sorry.
I-i-it's past
your bedtime, Claire.
- I have the same bedtime
as my sisters.
- No, you don't.
- Mommy said.
- No, she didn't.
Don't lie, Claire.
- I want Mommy!
[objects clatter]
- Can I have more ice cream?
- Uh, sure.
- Can you get it?
- No.
[Claire sobbing]
- Here we go again.
- Um...
are you all right, Claire?
- No!
I'm not lying!
- I believe you.
I-I believe you.
Um, how about...
going to bed at 9:30
with your sisters?
- Is Mommy coming home?
- I'm not sure.
- I want Mommy!
[screams]
- Hey, um, do--do you have
your mom's phone number?
- Yeah, it's on the fridge.
[Claire sobbing distantly]
[Clair shouting]
- Ow!
Fuck! Jesus.
[girls giggle]
[Claire continues shouting,
sobbing]
[uptempo music]
- Mommy!
[Claire wailing]
[birds chirping]
- Mommy?
Mommy?
- Hey, little one.
[children and Grandma
yelling distantly]
- Just taking a rest.
- I'm going to school, Mommy.
- I know.
[children and Grandma
yelling distantly]
- [distantly]
Claire, baby, we're late!
- Go to your grandma, okay?
[running footsteps departing]
- Grandma, can I have
more yogurt?
- No, no, we're leaving.
Where are your rain boots?
Come on.
[Claire screams]
We're gonna be late.
Claire!
- I don't need my rain boots.
[drawer opens]
[bottle pops]
[door closes]
- Kim Eisner's office.
This is Julie.
- Um, hey, Julie.
It's Dianne Cohen.
- Hey, Dianne.
- Hey.
I'm not seeing Kim.
We're supposed
to be having brunch.
- She's coming
from an agency meeting.
Should be there any minute.
- We were out in Malibu
for the whole weekend,
like, way past Zuma.
You know, what's that beach
where all the surfers go?
It's like, past Zuma. You know
what I'm talking about?
You know
what I'm talking about.
Anyway, it was at this,
like, huge, gorgeous house
right on the beach--
like, a huge celebrity.
I'm not allowed to tell you.
They made us
fucking sign NDAs.
Doesn't matter.
Anyway--
- I did want to chat
about something.
[indistinct chatter]
I've just--I'm feeling
a little discouraged.
- Oh, you mean acting-wise?
- Yeah.
- Let's process.
- Thank you.
- Sure.
- Um...
[indistinct chatter continues]
Basically, I feel
like nothing's happening.
And nothing's gonna happen.
- Well, I mean...
[scoffs]
Uh, can you say more? 'Cause--
- [sighs]
I ran into Bob Hempel
at the gym the other day,
and he didn't even
fucking recognize me, Kim.
How is that possible?
I won an Obie
for that shithead.
- He has Alzheimer's, Dianne.
- What?
- Heartbreaking.
- Oh, God.
- His family's
having a hard time.
- Jesus.
- Can I get some coffee?
- I'm so sorry.
I mean--
- All right, what else?
- Ah...
I don't know.
- Listen...
it's gonna take
a little time, babe.
We're reintroducing you
to everyone.
- I just thought it would move
a little faster.
- No, I know.
I still think creating content
is a great idea.
You know,
a-a podcast or a pilot.
It's just--it's good
to have something.
- I think
I just want auditions.
- If I could say, hey,
check out
this hilarious pilot
Dianne wrote--
- Kim...
am I too old?
- What?
Absolutely not.
- I look in the mirror,
and I just--
It doesn't--
it doesn't seem right.
And yet, I look at other women
who did stuff,
you know, a decade ago,
and it doesn't seem right.
But I just--
- Okay, I know.
Here's
what's not gonna happen.
You're not gonna touch
your face.
You are fucking gorgeous,
Dianne.
You're a real-ass woman...
stunning.
[cell phone vibrates]
Could you just give me
one second?
Yeah?
Yeah, of course, put him on.
Okay.
Yeah? Great.
So what do you want to do?
[indistinct chatter]
[light music]
- Hey! Hey, look!
Mommy!
- Hi!
Oh, my goodness.
Mwah.
How's your day?
- Can we go to EuroPan?
- Sweetie, not today.
You know what? 'Cause
I have to go see your teacher.
- Why?
- To talk about you,
oh, and this one.
- I got you!
- Sam is gonna take you home.
- Can you take us?
- Hi.
- Hi.
- Oh, yes!
[girls giggling]
Still free tonight?
- Yep, uh, nothing going on.
- Oh, aren't we lucky
that Sam has nothing going on?
All right.
I'll see you later.
I'll text you.
- Yeah, yeah, great.
- Bye, Mom.
- Bye, Mommy.
- Sam, come on.
- Okay. Hold--
Ba, ba, ba.
[light music]
[indistinct chatter]
- Hey, my wife's
right over there.
L train.
Did you get my text?
Half an hour
at Metropolitan Ave
with my dick in my hand,
looking up at a little screen
says five minutes.
L train service
is a nightmare.
- Please stop saying L train.
- I'm really sorry.
Not my choice
to stay at Daniel's.
- I need to order.
- Is this good?
What is it?
- I don't know.
- Thanks.
- Mm-hmm.
[indistinct chatter continues]
- So my mom says
she's not allowed to pick up
the girls from school.
- Not true at all.
Sam's helping me with pickups.
She's there in the morning.
- Who?
- Who what?
- Who's Sam?
- I've told you 15 times.
- What, my dad's patient Sam?
- The young Jewish guy
your mom found.
- Oh, no,
that's a terrible idea.
- You hired him.
- Dandelion greens?
- Thank you.
- I mean...
here two nights, and...
I wanted to come home.
- I can't sleep.
I need to be alone.
It's really not personal.
- It feels personal.
I miss my girls.
[silverware clatters]
- You'll see them tomorrow...
and--and on Sunday
at City Winery.
- The tempeh medallions
and the black-bean burger
with yam fries.
- Thank you.
- There's something that
I want to discuss with you.
- Discuss.
- Well, now that I've done
a couple of months
of this East Coast tour,
Warren asked me
to join in Australia.
- When?
- May through July.
A couple dates in New Zealand.
Like the Moscow
Chekhov thing that you did.
- In 2003?
- Yeah, it was good for us.
- We weren't even married.
- I would definitely be
on the Vineyard in August.
Anyway, I'm--I'm ready
to say no, so...
Yeah, I'll stay. I'll stay.
- Can you give me 3 seconds?
- Of course.
I mean...
I know it's crazy.
[indistinct chatter continues]
- Go.
- Ah, just--
Mm.
- I want you to go.
- Just think on it.
- Trust me. I want you to go.
It's a big deal.
- All he could do was say,
[garbled]
"Frank oo berry mush,"
through his clenched teeth
and get up and leave.
He tried to do so
with dignity.
Then he stumbled
down the stairs in a daze.
- I want to go to sleep now.
- [whispering]
Dr. DeSoto and his assistant
had outfoxed the fox.
[science fiction
sound effects]
[door opens, closes]
[dishes clattering]
Fuck.
- You need a hand?
- Uh, no, no, no.
Thank you.
- How'd they do?
- You know, good.
I, uh, I-I made some granola.
- Wow. Nice.
- I could make you one
if you want.
- I'm okay.
- I can also, like,
you know, take it to go.
- Please, enjoy.
- Thank you.
- Mm-hmm.
- Okay.
[science fiction
sound effects]
[indistinct chatter on TV,
both crunching]
- When is this from?
- Oh, like, um...
- Jesus.
It looks vintage.
- [chuckles]
- Do I sound angry?
[laughs]
- No.
- I love Eddie James Olmos.
- Oh, me too.
It's really, uh, his show
and, um, Mary McDonnell.
- Wait. Who's she?
- The president
of the colonies.
- "Passion Fish."
- What?
- Such a good movie with her.
- Oh.
I'll watch it.
[slurps]
- You don't have
a partner, Sam?
- Uh, not at the moment.
- [crunching]
You're kind of nice
to be around.
- Thank you.
You know, um...
um, "Battlestar Galactica,"
um, sort of...
helped me
through my first depression.
- Mm-hmm.
- I think--I think
it'd be fun to watch.
- Aren't we watching it
right now?
- I mean, like,
the--the series.
I-I have it on Blu-ray.
I could, you know,
bring it over.
- I wouldn't want to mess
with your Blu-rays, Sam.
- You wouldn't.
[both laugh]
Do you have a Blu-ray player?
- I don't know.
- I could, uh...
I could pick one up for you.
They're pretty cheap.
- It's okay.
[ships whirring,
guns firing on TV]
[dramatic music playing on TV]
I should call you an Uber.
- Oh.
Oh, oh, I mean,
I-I can take the train.
- Absolutely not.
What's your address?
- Oh, uh, 30-96 15th Street...
Astoria.
- Nine minutes.
- Cool. Thank you.
- I got that.
- Oh, cool.
- It was delicious.
[ominous music playing on tv]
- Hey, it's me.
Do you know
what turkey neck is?
- The area where
the tapes are to be placed
must be dry and free of oil.
- Oh, my God.
Okay.
- Are you free of oil?
- It's okay.
- Over your ear or--
- Yeah, over the top
of my ear.
- Am I hurting you?
- No, that's fine.
Maybe try to go up a little
more so it's, like, up.
Do I have, like, a bunch
of flyaways? Are we good?
- What are--what?
- Hairs that are--
- No hairs like that.
- Errant hairs.
- Oh, um, ah, flyaways.
- Hi, I'm Dianne Cohen.
I'm 5' 6".
I live in New York City,
and I'm with the Gersh Agency.
- That was great.
That was great.
- Maybe just leave
a little more space after, so--
'Cause we're gonna
cut it together
in the end.
- Okay.
- Hi, I'm Dianne Cohen.
I'm 5' 6".
I live in New York City,
and I'm with the Gersh Agency.
I feel like I got it.
- Good. Good. Good. Good.
- [laughs]
- Fuck.
I-I wasn't recording
it, though.
Can we do it one more time?
- [imitates knife plunging]
[groans]
- I'm so sorry.
- Don't worry about it.
You know what? Let's just do
the dumbass scene.
Are you gonna press
record this time?
- You got it.
- Is this all fakakta?
- No, good, good.
I am recording.
- Okay.
- The--the substructure
is incredibly incomplete,
as if God decided to cut
corners rare metals-wise.
- Guess what, Pinky.
I'm pretty much fine
with that.
- You want to stay here?
- Why not?
- Because this planet sucks
and we can't
find anything to build with.
- Whatever planet
I'm on, Pinky...
my shit follows my ass.
- Wait. So when did you
and your husband split up?
- 2067.
It lasted three years.
Not his fault.
My dad's really...
who was...
a truly unreachable bastard.
Jimmy was kind.
He was a catch.
But I'm just--I'm not...
[scoffs]
A nice person.
The truth is...
I'm not good for anyone.
And then when Jimmy
got political, it was...
- He was Imperium, right?
- You know what?
Just let's fucking forget it.
Forget it.
- Wait, you're--you're great.
- I'm gonna pass.
- On the role?
- Mm-hmm.
[cell phone beeps]
Want to go to a movie?
- Um, uh...
yeah, yes.
[soft music]
Like...
today you mean?
- Now?
[upbeat music]
- [breathing heavily]
Mommy!
Mommy!
[phone line ringing]
[line beeps]
- Hey, it's Dianne.
Please leave a message,
and I'll call you back.
- Mommy, Sam fell on a hill,
and he was crying,
and it was really scary.
[cell phone beeps]
- Claire?
- Zoe!
- Zoe, I'm just up
from my nap.
- Sam is dying, Pop-Pop!
- "Dying"?!
[engine revving]
[vehicle approaching]
- Hi, Pop-Pop!
- Hi, Pop-Pop!
- Looks alive to me.
- Hi, Lenny.
I'm feeling a lot better.
- This is Tea Hill Farm,
not your property.
- Uh...
- How old are you?
- Nine.
- Eight!
- Basically nine.
- An eight-year-old
walking alone?
- Nine.
- Eight!
- Have you had any water?
- No.
- When's the last time
that any of you
had a glass of water?
Terrific.
I'll take you
to Vineyard Hospital.
- I'm okay, Lenny, really.
It--it was a panic attack,
I believe.
I-I-I'm very sorry about this.
[car door closes]
- Hi.
Where is he?
- He could have killed them.
- What are you talking about?
You okay?
- Yeah.
- You sure?
- Mm-hmm.
- Hi.
- Hi.
- How you doing? You okay?
- Yeah. Yeah.
- 'Cause we can go
to Martha's Vineyard Hospital.
It's really good.
- I really feel fine now.
- You sure?
You had some water?
- Everyone has had water.
- Thank you, Dad.
- Hi.
I'm so sorry.
Um, we were just wondering
if we could, um, like,
get an autograph.
- Oh.
- Yeah. I'm sorry
it's just a napkin, but--
- Sure. Yes.
- We love you.
- Thank you.
- "Bless This Mess"
is my bedtime show.
- Aw.
- So...
- What--I don't know that one.
- That--Oh.
Oh, sorry.
Are you not Lake Bell?
- Oh.
Oh. Um...
- Oh, shit.
I'm sorry. I'm sorry. I--
- No, no.
- You look so much like her,
so I just thought--
- Thank you.
[laughs]
I mean,
she's a little younger.
- I mean, if you're gonna look
like an actor,
she's really hot,
and she's really fun.
- Weirdly,
I'm actually an actress, too.
- I'm so sorry. I--
Enjoy your ice cream.
[light music]
- Want some, Mommy?
- [sighs]
- What's "Bless This Mess"?
- Can someone please tell me
what happened?
- Zoe wanted pizza.
- No, I didn't!
- Yes, you did!
- We all wanted pizza.
- Pizza was your idea.
- Pizza's not a problem.
- Pop-Pop,
we all wanted pizza.
We were walking
to West Tisbury,
and he fell down.
He was crying
and breathing really weird.
He said he was having
a heart attack,
so I called 911.
- There wasn't any service,
so Zoe went to get Mommy.
- Sounds like
what happened was,
Sam thought that he was having
a heart attack,
but, really, he was having
a panic attack,
which is
a mental-health issue.
Remember how we've talked
about Mommy and mental health?
Hey, I know it was scary,
but he's okay.
Look at him.
Right?
Everybody's fine.
I'm really proud of how
you girls behaved.
- Thanks, Mommy.
- Every last one of you.
both: Thank you, Mommy.
- Yeah.
- You did
the exact right thing.
- He said...
[laughing] He said he was
in love with Mommy.
- Oh.
[laughter]
- Get in the car.
I want him out of here.
- Dad, can you not?
You're being insane.
- I want him off island.
- No.
Sam, here, I'll take you home.
You--you take these guys
after they're done
with their ice cream.
- I'm really very sorry.
- It's okay.
No one got hurt.
- I think Lake Bell
kind of sucks.
[gentle music]
[refrigerator door opens]
[plastic crinkling]
[door creaks]
- [gasps] Oh, my God.
- Sorry.
- Oh, Jesus.
- I'm sorry.
- It...
- Um...
- Can I help?
- I-I was just...
passing by.
C-can I sit a minute?
- Be my guest.
- Well, what are you reading?
- "Man's Search For Meaning."
- Mm.
- It's, um, by a psychiatrist
who survived
four concentration camps.
- Wow.
- It's a laugh riot.
- [chuckles] Really?
- [chuckles]
I mean, I don't know.
- I'm trying to...
Get a wider lens.
- Sounds like something
I could read.
I wonder if they have it
at the library.
- Does my mom know how much
you like the Chilmark Library?
- I'm not sure.
- You know she worked there
for 30 years?
- Really?
- Yeah.
- Wow.
Yeah, they have a lot
of your movies there.
- Yeah, she ordered those.
- Oh.
- [laughs]
- You know, I, um...
I-I-I wanted to tell you
I lov--I really loved, um...
"Failing Upwards."
- You--you watched that?
- Yeah.
Yeah, it was very good.
- Oh. Thank you.
- It was really funny.
You're--you're really funny.
- Thank you.
- Um...
I also watched,
uh, "Heretics."
- What?
- Yes.
That--that--that--
- No! [laughs]
- You know, very--very unique.
Um...
No, really, I-I liked it.
Uh, you and Steven Weber
have great chemistry.
- [laughing]
Stop.
- I'm serious.
I mean, like...
you're--you're a great actor.
[chuckles]
- Thank you.
[moaning softly]
I-I'm--I'm realizing that
this can't be a thing.
- I understand.
- You're gonna find
a lovely girlfriend, Sam.
- Um...
I mean, I--
I mean, I...
I just kind of want to be
with you.
- Should you maybe go home?
- You mean, like, to New York?
I don't know.
Uh...
I'll be fine.
- Okay.
- I'll, uh...
I'll--I'll to my quarters.
[sighs]
[vehicle approaching]
[indistinct chatter]
- Jesus.
- I've never seen anybody--
- You guys are so impatient.
It wasn't that long a drive.
- That's all right.
I can get out by myself.
- [chuckles]
- Ugh!
You know,
I'm not a paper doll.
When you get out
when you're as short as I am,
you have to jump.
- I know.
- Oh, thank you.
- Well, he should have given
you a hand.
- No, he didn't at all.
- This is classic.
- Hey, sweetie.
Freddie.
- Here we go.
Here we go again.
- Shh.
- Oh, my God.
- David.
- Fred!
- Quiet!
David.
- Come on.
- Get the fuck over here.
- What do you got?
- Yellow-bellied sapsuckers--
a pair.
Take a look.
Two.
Two.
- Oh, yeah.
You know what else I see?
- What?
- You guys!
[screaming, laughter]
I got you!
Oh!
[excited chatter]
- Get him, kids.
- He means it.
- I've missed you guys
so much.
- Hey! Oh!
[excited chatter]
- Thought
we'd never make it, eh?
- Welcome.
- Yeah.
What's on your face?
It's like, fluffy.
- It's hair.
I grew it.
- Sam?
Hey.
- Lauren.
- Oh, my--do you spend
the summers up here, too?
- Oh, no, no, no, um--
Do--do you?
- Uh, yeah.
My parents have a house in OB.
- Oh, wow, that--
that's awesome.
- Yeah, it's nice.
Um...
Oh.
You have kids.
- Oh, uh, no.
No, no, no.
Um, I'm just working
for a family out here.
- Oh, like--like,
family law or--
- Uh, no, no.
Uh, I'm, like,
kind of a nanny.
- Oh.
- Yeah. Uh...
- Cool.
- Yeah.
Yeah, it--it--it's fun.
- Nice.
[indistinct chatter]
- Hey.
- Oh, hey.
- You all right?
- Oh, yeah, yeah, I'm fine.
- Okay.
both: Um...
- Do you still smoke?
- Yes.
- Wish I didn't have to work
all the fucking time.
- Yeah, but that's
a really great firm.
- Thanks.
- What was your boyfriend's
name again?
- Isaiah.
- Isaiah.
Oh.
- Good old Isaiah.
- [mouth full]
Are you guys, like--
are you still together?
- Like, are we married?
Is that what you mean?
- Oh, my God! Whoa!
- [laughs]
- Mazel tov. That's wonderful.
- Thanks. Yeah.
He got a good one.
- Wow. Is he out here?
- Yeah.
He's on the beach with my dad.
- Mm.
- I mean, weren't you
on the Law Review at Fordham?
- My second year.
- Right.
Then you, what, dropped out?
- Uh, I took, like,
a leave of absence.
- [chuckling]
For 3 1/2 years?
- Well, you know, I, uh...
[coughs] I had some, um...
some, like,
mental-health stuff?
So I didn't...
- Oh.
- You know.
- Oh, shit. Sorry.
- I was gonna come back,
but...
Um...
- Damn.
- I'm, like, really high.
- Oh, okay.
- Yeah.
- Well, here, hand me that.
- Okay.
- Got the lighter?
- Um...
Yeah, I'm, like--
You know, I just get, like--
Mm.
[both inhale deeply]
[both exhale deeply]
- Let's do one more.
[both inhale deeply]
[both exhale deeply]
[laughing]
You know...
I always thought of you
as this, like...
kind of...
hotshot tax lawyer.
- Thank you.
- [chuckles]
- I thought my touring days
were long gone.
I'm more of a sound engineer,
producer kind of guy now.
[door creaks, closes]
So...
- Are you serious?
- That's very sad.
- I was third in line to play
bass at one of his gigs.
They went to the first guy.
He got sick.
They went to the second guy...
[objects clatter]
And there was a minute where--
- I want him out.
- Dad.
- What?
- Hi, Sam.
- And then at the last minute,
he played.
- [laughs]
- What was your favorite stop
on the tour?
- Oh, he loved New Zealand.
- Mm.
Amazing crowds.
- You must feel
like a real rock star.
- He is a real rock star.
- Would it be all right
if we invited Sandy Cohn over
for Shabbos dinner?
- He's not far.
- Sure.
- He's just over shingles.
- You know what they say
about shingles?
Don't get 'em.
- I know a few people
who have shingles.
It's just terrible.
- Jesus, really?
- Hideous.
- I'm texting him.
- Oh, I'll pick him up
in the 900.
- So painful.
The worst.
- Anybody want to turn these
into Tom Collinses?
I brought
some amazing craft gin.
- That's the goyest thing
I've ever heard in my life.
- [laughs]
- Well, you don't get one.
- Also, it's 11:30.
- Is it?
- Yeah.
- Wow.
[scoffs]
I'm all fucked up.
[distant chatter]
- Make sure David
brings a hat.
- Yes, I know.
Hey.
- Hi.
[grunts, laughs]
- David.
David!
[scoffs] God.
Ow!
- Ow!
- Babe.
- Sorry. Too rough.
- Just be more gentle.
- Sorry. Sorry.
- [laughing]
You look insane.
I mean--
- What, you don't like it?
- No, I--
- People like it.
- I just have
to get used to it.
- You look great.
- Ugh, no, I don't.
- You do.
You got the...
Vineyard glow.
[laughs]
[ice rattles]
- Why are you drinking?
- What, this?
It's a summer drink.
Sorry. I'm just...
[sighs]
I'm sort of...
Yeah, I'm sort of overflowing.
[chuckles]
You know, just, like...
just coming down off the high,
you know?
- Yeah, okay.
- Anyway, I'm so happy
to be here.
- Good.
- Can I have a normal hug?
- [laughs]
Tickles.
- [whispering]
Wanna fuck?
- [whispering]
No.
- Okay.
- We're gonna, uh, walk
to the Chilmark Store
with your parents, so...
come down.
- Swim with the dolphins.
[imitates dolphin squealing]
- Wait.
I'm gonna be the dolphin.
- [continues imitating
dolphin squealing]
I'm gonna launch her.
One, two, three.
- Ow!
[laughter]
- Anyone want to go for a walk
to the Chilmark Store?
- Mm.
- Mm, not really.
Oh, the net came off.
- Ah.
Ah!
- Girls, I think
it would be really nice
to spend a little bit of time
with Grandpa Fred
and Grandma Helen.
Please?
- I'm gonna put it in a shirt.
Ya!
- Okay.
[indistinct chatter]
- You okay?
- Oh. Yeah.
- I'm just going to get
in my scuba shirt.
- So who's your lady here?
- I was just married.
- Oh.
Mazel tov.
- I'm passing on the store.
I need to expend energy.
[child giggles]
Sam, you ball?
- Uh...
s-sort of.
- Really?
[children laugh]
- Community center.
Let's roll.
- All right.
- And a seashell.
Swim, swim, swim.
Ah!
- Okay, ready?
One, two, three, explode!
- Flying baby!
Wah!
- Yeah, I'd say it's more of a
contact sport than you think.
- Whoa.
both: Oh!
- [grunts]
Oh, shit!
- Ow.
- Come on!
Come on!
Oh!
- Huh. Um...
- Oh.
So how's it been going?
- [grunts]
Oh, uh, it's been,
you know, great.
Really fun.
- Yeah?
- Yeah.
- She's pretty attractive, no?
- Wait.
Wha--Who?
- My wife.
- Oh, um...
W-wait, what?
- She was in--in movie-star
territory early aughts.
- Right. Yeah, yeah.
No, of course.
I mean, I'm, like, a fan.
- Oh, are you a fanboy?
[laughs] Fanboy.
- No, no, I'm--I'm like, just,
you know, a fan of cinema.
- Is it going okay with her?
- Oh, ye--yes.
Yeah.
Um, she's a good communicator,
good mother.
- That career...
creates a void
that can't be filled, brother.
- What do you mean?
- Acting.
It's a void.
- Oh.
Okay.
- Dianne had this little arc
on that show "Pythagoras"
with Jeremy Irons in Hungary.
I flew out there.
She'd stopped eating,
wouldn't leave her room,
said she couldn't finish
the show,
like it would be hurting
herself...
because the writing
was so bad.
- Whoa.
- They adjusted her meds
and picked it up in reshoots.
- I mean, that--that's good.
- That was her last job.
That was 2011.
Oh!
- Freebie?
- Yeah, go for it.
Psyche!
[laughs]
Oh.
- Found it!
[breathing heavily]
Oh, um...
before I forget,
I-I did want to, you know,
apologize for yesterday.
Basically, I forgot
my medication.
[breathing heavily]
- What?
- Oh, um, I thought
Dianne told you?
I was walking the girls
to get pizza,
and I had an anxiety attack.
And, you know, they--
everyone's fine.
I mean, it just
sort of freaked them out.
- What medication?
- Xanax?
I-I usually keep it
in my wallet, but...
but I forgot that as well.
- So how were you gonna pay
for the food?
- I wouldn't have been
able to.
- [laughs]
Are you kidding?
- I'm really...
very sorry.
- Cheers to all of you.
- Cheers to everybody.
- L'chaim.
- L'chaim. Yes.
- L'chaim.
[glasses clinking]
- My day is very simple.
I paint till lunch.
- That's a good schedule.
- That's fantastic. Fantastic.
- I'm right outside Aquinnah.
- I brought the girls
to that little
Native American village.
- They should have
their casino.
- Toby likes traffic.
- Well, it's a small price
to pay for what we've done.
- Sandy,
I hate to tell you this,
but I'm a conservative.
- Oh, I know.
- I'm a minority.
- Oh, Dad, never say that,
never, ever.
- I am, in Chilmark,
in the city.
- You and Dershowitz.
- I never liked Trump.
- Dad.
- I run a wildly successful
holding company.
I support Israel.
- Hey, hey, hey, no Israel.
- No Israel?
Israel keeps the fucking
gas chambers closed, darling.
- Leonard.
Jesus.
- Um, i-is
more ice cream okay?
- I don't think...so
- Sure.
- Okay.
- He's related?
- He takes care of the kids.
- Yeah, he's wonderful.
- He's our manny.
- Yeah.
- [laughing] Manny.
Very clever.
- Is it?
- You prefer babysitter?
- Oh, uh...
- Well, I like au pair.
- A thoughtful man
caring for the children--
it's terrific.
- I will say,
m-manny's not my favorite.
- No, I think it's sexy.
- Oh, yes, very sexy
to see a man with children.
- Do you have a girlfriend?
- Oh, you've discussed
his sexuality?
- Boyfriend?
- Trans?
- Ooh.
- Sam, "Moana"!
- Ugh.
- I'll just go. I got it.
[indistinct chatter]
- Sam!
- I'm coming.
- Nice guy.
- Yeah, he's lovely.
- He grew up
at our tennis club
with David
and his sister, Becky.
- Please stop saying that.
- Why?
- Because she made it up.
- No, I didn't.
- Becky has no idea
who this kid is.
- "This kid"?
- Well, how old is he?
- 33? 34?
- Wow.
That makes it even weirder.
- I didn't know
he was that old.
- Well, he looks 25.
- He looks like Cousin Joel.
- [whispering]
Oh, stop.
- [laughing] He--he does!
He totally does!
- Mm-mm.
- Stop it.
- Who's Cousin Joel?
- My Tanta Golda's grandson.
They live in Baltimore.
He's very, very troubled.
Never been married.
It doesn't make him,
you know, bad.
- Well...
I think Sam is handsome
and capable.
Is Cousin Joel those things?
- Cousin Joel
is a sex offender.
- You want to slow down
a little?
- Hey, Sandy...
[clears throat]
Did you know
that he's one of my father's
psychiatric patients
or that he had
a nervous breakdown
walking my children home
from camp?
- Who, Joel?
both: Sam!
- No.
- That's true.
[laughs]
Cheers.
- I knew this would come back
and bite me in the ass.
Never--never was I involved
with a patient.
I've been in practice
50 years.
We had theater tickets.
They could take me to court.
- What? No.
- Well, they could have been
killed, babe.
- He forgot his meds.
- We should worry
about his meds?
- He should have had
his benzodiazepine.
- It was a mistake.
- He's infatuated with you.
- Dad.
- Lenny.
- What?
- Nothing.
[laughing]
Oh, my God, nothing.
When he had
the little episode,
he told the girls
he loved them.
- And you.
He told them he was
in love with you!
- [laughing]
What the fuck?
- I think I'll excuse myself.
- Sit down!
- David.
- Hey. Really?
What is wrong with you?
- With me?
- Yeah.
- I am gone three months...
earning money for this family--
not--not Papa Cohen's money,
our money!
- Ah, okay,
that must have felt nice.
- And you're here
flirting with Cousin Joel?
- Should we call it?
- Yeah.
- Did you fuck the manny?
Did you?
- Yes, David.
Because no one
ever looks at me,
and I'm being looked at.
And not only that,
but he thinks I'm funny.
And--and--and it's not
just because I'm paying him.
He actually thinks
I'm a very funny person.
I don't have to do anything.
I don't have
to fucking do anything.
So whatever cocktail
you've got him on, keep it up,
because I am 51 years old
and on about 700 pounds
of Lexapro,
and just thinking about him
makes me wet.
[table clatters]
- David!
- [shouts]
- David!
- David!
- Where are you going?
- Where are you going?
You can't drive now!
You've been drinking!
David!
- [sobbing]
- No, no, no, no, no.
No, no, no.
You're not going anywhere.
- Leave me alone.
- I said you are not going
anywhere!
David!
- No!
- Get out! Get out!
[engine turning over]
David!
You're drunk!
You're drunk!
[tires skidding]
Come on!
- David!
[seagulls crying]
[boat horn blowing]
[upbeat music]
- When I poured
my heart out
Blood flowed
I planted you
Watered you with tears
And watched you
Grow
Away from me
So much for my green thumb
- Hey.
Beantown traffic, dude.
That's Jenny.
- Hi.
- Hi. Sam.
- It's so nice to meet you.
- Nice to meet you.
- Yeah.
- Sorry, man.
We took the scenic route.
- Could you just, uh,
open the trunk?
- Yeah, yeah, yeah.
- So you were mannying?
- Mm-hmm.
I'm sorry you didn't get
to come out to the island.
- Oh, yeah, no worries.
Um...
Cape Cod is super...
[thunder booms]
Nice.
- Yeah, it's pretty nice.
- Man, I just took
a wicked dump.
[groans, sighs]
- How--how long have
you been dating?
- Six weeks.
- Yeah.
- Yeah.
Yeah, it's really fast for me,
poop-wise.
- [chuckles]
Um...
- So, uh,
what were the kids like?
- Oh, they--they were
very nice, you know?
Three girls.
- Three?
- Yeah.
- Holy shit. How old?
- Um, 6, 8, and 11.
- [chuckles]
Are they obsessed with you?
- Uh...
I-I don't know.
- Did you, like,
kill one of 'em?
- [chuckles]
No.
- [chuckles]
- Um...
- Well, I-I mean, I guess
I nearly killed all of them.
- Oh, fuck.
Really?
- I had, like,
a panic attack...
walking them home from camp.
- Shit.
- You know, I thought
I was dying, and I--
I told the girls I was in love
with their mother.
- Jesus.
Are you?
- I don't know.
She told the entire family
that we'd been having sex.
And then her husband,
who was, like, really drunk,
crashed his car
into a historic post office.
- [laughs]
[clears throat]
Oh, my God.
- Y'all were fucking?
- No.
No, we--we weren't.
- Sorry, what?
- We, like...
we--we kissed once.
- Nice.
- She sounds like a sociopath.
- Is the husband okay?
- Cervical fracture.
- Damn.
[thunder rumbles]
- It's not--not great.
[indistinct chatter
on car radio]
[serious music]
[elevator bell dings]
- Shabbat Shalom.
all: Shabbat Shalom!
- Ow!
- Hey.
- Mommy!
- Bye-bye!
- No!
- Oh, my God!
Hi, babies!
- Aunt Becky!
- Aunt Becky!
- Hi! Hi.
Oh, girls, how are you?
[girls giggle]
How was the summer?
- I did so much dancing.
- It was so fun!
We went swimming in a lake.
- Hi, Eliju!
What are you eating?
- Rugelach.
- Oh, before lunch even?
- Yeah.
- What is the big idea?
- Hi, friend. Hi.
- Hey.
- Hi.
- Hey.
- Hey.
Are you gonna give
Darth Vader a hug?
- [whispering]
Go say hi to your daddy.
- What's Darth Vader?
- "Star Wars"!
- Go on.
Hi.
- Hi.
- Does it hurt?
- Yeah.
- I was on call.
If he had to stay,
it was a bummer.
- Mm.
- Jennifer's a doula.
- Yes, I know that, Helen.
She was my doula.
- No.
- Yes, with Claire.
- Yep, VBAC
after two C-sections.
- What is VBAC?
- Oh, uh, Vaginal Birth
After C-section.
- Mm, terrific.
- It's very rare after two.
- Both of mine were vagina.
48 miserable hours
with David, remember?
But this one, piece of cake.
- Duh.
- [laughs]
- Becky's been my doula.
- You've been staying here
with him?
- Yeah, I had sick days, so...
Mm.
- I've been surrounded
by many doulas.
[children chattering
distantly]
- Painkillers.
He'll pipe down.
- [laughing]
No, no, I just mean, like...
Everyone in the family
is like a doula to...
to me.
The kids and...
Dad.
- Huh?
Uh-huh.
- Hi.
Seems like you're doing
a little better.
- I can't fucking shit.
I'm eating.
And I keep eating.
I don't understand.
- Are you taking
a stool softener?
- Yes.
- Bagels, I think,
can be kind of, like...
They can slow things down.
Want to come home?
- Do you want this?
Do the girls?
- Of course.
- I think I might dump.
[light music]
[door closes]
[indistinct chatter]
[door opens]
- And then we got
very similar results
from completely different
research.
- Wow.
- Yeah.
Get the blood work.
- Yeah, yeah, I-I will.
Bye. [clears throat]
- Bye-bye.
- Jesus.
- I'm sorry.
- Jesus.
- I'm sorry. I'm so sorry.
Sorry, sorry.
Hi.
- Hi.
- Hey.
It's good to see you.
- You--you too.
- Are you free?
- Oh, uh, aren't you--
- Oh, yeah.
I mean in an hour.
- Um...
- Coffee?
- Yeah.
- There's a little diner
at the end of the block
on the corner.
- All right.
- I'm...
- Dianne.
- Hi.
Yes.
- You two know each other?
- Yeah.
- Mm-hmm. We--
- Shall we?
- Yes.
- Bye.
- You--you did fine with Prozac
for the first two pregnancies,
but Prozac stopped working
after Claire.
You added Zyprexa,
which didn't help.
Added Effexor.
Got a rash.
Celexa didn't help,
but you did get something
from Lexapro.
You paired it with Adderall,
but that kept you up.
You added Wellbutrin,
which did help.
Okay.
And trazodone for sleep.
- Yes.
- Mm-hmm.
[clears throat]
Well, this is all
to ask how you're doing.
- [laughs]
I'm okay.
- Mm-hmm.
- It's mostly
the sleep stuff...
- Mm-hmm.
- And the lowish-level
depression.
- Mm-hmm.
Any suicidal ideation?
- No, not recently.
- Past six months?
- No.
I mean...
it crosses my mind
but not in a serious way.
- Do you have any plans
to kill yourself?
- No.
- No.
Are you in psychotherapy?
- Uh, no.
- Have you been
in psychotherapy?
- Yes.
- Oh.
How long?
- A long time.
- How long
with the last person?
- Dr. Klein, 15 years.
- 15 years.
Why did you leave him?
- Because
it wasn't really helping me.
It was hard
to listen to myself--
very boring, very repetitive.
Dr. Klein was a trouper.
- You feel you bored
Dr. Klein?
- I know I did.
- How do you know?
- There are some things
you just know.
I'm a wealthy white woman.
I've made six figures
from my father's business
since I was three years old,
like Donald Trump.
And I pretty much always feel
like a victim...
like real victims.
I haven't worked in ten years.
I haven't had sex
in five years.
I'm an actor.
You'll kill yourself.
- Your privileges make you...
undeserving of care?
- [voice breaking]
Yeah.
Somewhat.
- What if this was happening
to a friend?
- Like, a rich,
unemployed actor friend?
- Well, sure.
- I don't really have
those people in my life.
- Friends?
[car horn honks outside]
- More coffee?
- Oh, uh, yeah.
Thank you.
- Dessert?
- Uh, sure...
rice pudding?
- Whipped cream?
[door opens, bells jingle]
[door closes]
- Hi.
- Oh.
- I'm so sorry. We went over.
If you have to go--
- No, no, no,
don't worry about it.
I-I'm free.
- Okay.
- Can I get you anything?
- Coffee would be great.
Thank you.
Hi.
- Hi.
[both chuckle nervously]
Dr. Greene seems cool.
- Yeah.
Is it appropriate
for us to be--
- Oh, I-I'm just seeing her
while Fred's in Chile.
- Oh. Oh, oh, oh.
- She's his backup.
- Okay.
- Here you go.
- Thank you.
I'm so sorry.
- Oh.
It's okay.
- I was...
unhinged.
- I'm fine.
- Still...
- Really.
- Okay, good.
- I mean, I guess I am
kind of curious
why you said
we'd been sleeping together?
- I don't know.
I...
[exhales]
Regret it.
- I was--I was
kind of flattered.
- We owe you money.
- That's--
No.
- No, no, no, no.
- It's fine, really.
- How much?
- Um...
like, $2,500?
- Here you go.
[car horns honking outside]
- Sorry.
- Thank you.
[zipper opens, closes]
How's--how's David doing?
- He's home.
A lot better.
- Oh, that's really good
to hear.
I wasn't in the best place
to be taking care of children.
- Is anyone?
- [laughs] I mean...
I-I acted kind of crazy.
I watched all your movies
and television appearances,
and...
- Oh, well--
- You know, I watched, um...
"Rikki Tikki Tower."
- Oh, God.
- [laughs]
- That is not
in the Chilmark Library.
- Museum
of Television and Radio.
- You went there?
- I went there.
Y-you can't take anything out.
You have to--You know, like,
they have little cubicles.
You put on earphones.
Um...
that was
a very ambitious project.
- [laughs]
- I'm shocked it was on PBS...
- Yeah.
- On children's television.
I mean, how old were you?
- Who knows?
- Well, you were very cute.
- Thank you.
- [chuckles]
I have a girlfriend.
- Oh.
Wow.
That's great.
What's her name?
- Katie.
She lives near my parents
in Connecticut.
Um...
I'm--I'm living there.
- How'd you meet?
- Met--met on Hinge.
- Oh, great.
That's great.
- Yeah.
- Good for you.
- You know, um...
I'm grateful to have
been close to you...
You know, and--and the girls.
Do you want to eat this?
- Yeah, sure do.
- Okay.
Just sort of sitting there.
[The Magnetic Fields'
"Grand Canyon"]
- If I was
The Grand Canyon
I'd echo
Everything you say
But I'm just me
I'm only me
And you used to love me
That way
So you know how to love me
That way
If I was
Paul Bunyan
I'd carry you
So far away
But I'm just me
I'm only me
And you used to love me
That way
So you know how to love me
That way
If I was
The Grand Canyon
I'd echo
Everything you say
But I'm just me
I'm only me
And you used to love me
That way
So you know how to love me
That way
[The Magnetic Fields'
"Yeah! Oh, Yeah!"]
- Are you out of love
with me?
Are you longing
to be free?
Do I drive you up a tree?
- Yeah, oh, yeah
- Do I drive you
up the wall?
Do you dread
every phone call?
Can you not stand me
at all?
- Yeah, oh, yeah
- Do I need you
more than air?
Is it true
you just don't care?
Are you having an affair?
- Yeah, oh, yeah
When we met
I thought
money was everything
So I let you buy the house
The cars, the ring
But I can't take
your perpetual whining
And you can't sing
both:
Ah, ah, ah, ah, ah, ah, ah
Ah, ah, ah, ah, ah, ah, ah
Ah, ah, ah, ah, ah, ah, ah
- Yeah, oh, yeah
- I thought
if we lived apart
We could make
a brand-new start
Do you want
to break my heart?
- Yeah, oh, yeah
I enjoyed
making you miserable
For years
Found peace of mind
In playing on your fears
How I love to catch
your gold and silver tears
But now, my dear
- What a dark
and dreary life
Are you reaching
for a knife?
Could you really kill
your wife?
- Yeah, oh, yeah
- Oh, I die, I die, I die
So it's over, you and I
Was my whole life
just a lie?
- Yeah, oh, yeah
[song ends]
[light music]