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♪ you found your fix ♪
♪ I heard ♪
♪ you found her quick ♪
♪ running circles again ♪
♪ on the wrong track, playback ♪
♪ you can run around again ♪
♪ ooh ♪
♪ you can run around again ♪
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[indistinct conversations]
Um, thank you.
You sure you don't want to order
at least an appetizer or something?
- No, thanks. - Just to hold you over?
I'm OK.
We have a very nice burrata tonight.
Oh, no, my husband doesn't really like...
You know what? Yeah. Let's do that.
Thank you.
[Sighs]
Where's my regular table?
I can't believe they gave you this.
Idiots.
Well, I'm lucky they seated me. Usually you have to have...
I know. I called ahead, said I'd be late.
Where's the owner? He said he'd do me a favor.
Would've been nice if you called me, as well.
- [Snaps fingers] Or even a text. Huh? What? - Or even a text.
It would have been nice if you called me, too.
Sorry, sweetie, okay?
I had like four things going on speakerphone,
- so I was just... - It doesn't matter.
Hey, sweetie. Mwah.
[Exhales sharply]
[Clears throat]
- I ordered some burrata. - Huh?
You know I hate that shit, dairy.
- Yeah. - [Cellphone chimes]
So, great. Thanks.
It was for me, actually, while I waited.
We gonna do this, huh?
Just pick at each other here, or... ?
- No, I'm just saying. - [Sighs]
Pico was jammed, so I cut over to...
Don't worry about it.
- It's fine. Don't worry. - God.
Okay. Okay, okay.
Forgive me.
- Please don't. - No, please.
- Stanley. - No. Come here. Seriously.
[Sighs]
I'm sorry that, uh, I work for a living
and that the traffic in L.A. is shit.
And that I'm a half hour late to our beautiful dinner here, okay?
Can you find it in your heart
to [Smooches], forgive me?
- Darling? - Yes, I can.
Please sit down.
[Laughs]
[Sighs] I did try to call you, by the way.
Oh, really? I didn't get any message.
I had my assistant try, anyway.
She said she, uh, couldn't get through to you.
My phone didn't ring.
Well, she said she buzzed you a couple times.
She doesn't usually lie to me.
That's... No problem. We're here now.
But you're making a big deal out of it,
so I want to be clear about the fact that
- I did try, okay? - OK.
So...
What are we doing here?
We need to talk.
I don't want to talk about the girls' school thing again, okay?
- Please. Just do whatever you need to do. - That's not it. No.
Okay, fine. So...
Then, what?
I'm leaving you.
We need to talk about that.
Oh.
Is that right?
- I think so. - You think so?
I'd like to discuss it first.
[Laughs] Here?
You picked this place? Why not California pizza kitchen
- just to really seal the deal? - I didn't want to do it in front of the kids,
- so, yeah, yes. - Great.
We got like 20 rooms in the house, plus the cottage.
- I'm sure we could have found a spot. - Probably so.
No. No, no, no, no.
You wanted this, didn't you, hmm?
So I couldn't get mad,
couldn't lose my cool.
Well, let me tell you something.
I'm not even gonna raise my voice.
- I promise. - I'd appreciate that.
Of course you would.
You like things easy. Always have. No fuss, no mess.
I don't know if that's true.
I don't think you have to agree with me
for me to feel that way.
I think I can feel whatever the fuck I want to,
and that's just my fucking opinion!
I didn't say I wouldn't swear, by the way.
I just said I'd try
- and control the volume. - Yes, you did.
Yeah, so there.
It's controlled.
Now, what's going on?
I want a divorce.
I need one.
I see.
I've been thinking about it for
a very long time now.
[Chuckling] Yeah, well, you must have been thinking about it,
'cause you haven't said anything about it until now.
- That's not completely accurate. - Don't try
to get me on an issue of semantics
or I will bury you [Slams table] right where you sit!
I'm a lawyer, my dear,
a great fucking lawyer,
and I have friends who are great fucking lawyers.
And I plan on using the best ones I have
if we get divorced.
So you better be nice to me.
Or you're in for a long, nasty go of it.
- Do you understand me? - Hm-mmm.
Bridgette?
Server: We finally have a couple.
Well, hello there.
You guys ready to order, or should I... ?
No, no, I think we're good.
I can go first if, uh, if you want a second, honey.
Maybe just another minute?
Absolutely.
Thanks.
Why are you doing this?
I don't get it.
I know, I know. I have a terrible schedule. I can try to be...
[Sighing] I don't know,
- I don't know. But we don't have to do this. - [Voice breaking] I think we do.
I can't do this anymore.
I didn't marry you to become a nanny for your kids, or
should I say continue to be?
That's not fair.
I'm not talking about fair.
I'm talking about the truth.
It's true. Sometimes that's how you treat me,
- like I'm still... - No, no.
- They love you. You know that. - And you?
Do you love me?
- Yes, of course I do. - Why?
[Cellphone chimes]
"Why?"
Two reasons are plenty. Go ahead.
- What, now? On the spot? - Sure.
[Clears throat]
[Chuckles, clears throat]
Because you're beautiful, mind and body.
- Is that two? - No.
Oh, come on, Bridgette. This is stupid.
I'm tired.
I love you.
- There. That's the second reason. - Yes, but why?
That's what I'm asking.
Fuck!
Fine.
[Sighs]
Because I want to be a better man
when I'm with you,
better than I was 10 years ago,
better than I was with my first wife.
When I'm...
when I'm around you, I want to be a real husband,
you know,
and stuff like that.
All that stuff.
It'd be nice if you meant it.
I do mean it. Jesus Christ. Where is all this coming from?!
- It's been building - I don't get it!
for a while now.
Well, it's ridiculous!
Honey, we're good together. I mean, honestly, we are.
[Chuckles] What are you basing that on?
I mean, seriously.
I fell for you because you chased after me,
you courted me, and now I'm...
Nothing. I'm an afterthought, your wife.
God.
[Sighs]
Can we eat first and then talk about this?
Please?
I'm starving.
- I didn't even take lunch today. - [Chuckles]
Sure.
That's...
Of course.
Same as always.
Whatever Stanley wants.
Thanks.
Thank you, baby.
Hey.
Is it all right?
A little well-done, but it's fine.
Don't want to seem like an asshole
always sending this back all the time.
- If it's not how you like it, then... - It's fine, all right?
So, go on.
Tell me how you're feeling.
- What is it you want? - I just think we'd be better off apart.
I want to go back to school...
Whoa, whoa, whoa. When did all this happen, huh?
School? What the hell?
Why not? I'm still in my 20s, and I've been very...
I gave up a lot for you, all right?
- And it's not just you. It's me, too. - Okay, fine.
Whatever. Whatever. School.
Can't you go to school with me here,
in this marriage?
I don't get it. Why does it have to be so black and white with you?
- I'm just trying to reclaim some of my... - Please.
Don't tell me you met somebody.
- No. - Seriously?
I haven't.
Good, because a divorce is one thing. But if you were
seeing somebody else or in love with some other guy...
or girl, for that matter...
I'd go fucking nuts.
That would fucking kill me. That would.
- That's not... - Because that's one thing I am.
I might be a lot of things.
Hard to be with sometimes, bit of a know-it-all.
But I do not fuck around.
- Right? I do not do that. - I know. I believe you.
I'm very committed to whoever I'm with.
I've had a couple of marriages,
a girlfriend or two throughout my life.
But they've all been long-term things.
And I hate that shit, people
messing around.
I didn't pursue you until after my marriage was over.
And I'm not gonna be that guy around town now,
the guy whose younger wife
leaves him for some hot-shot asshole.
Just so you know...
I will fight you to the death
like fucking Spartacus if that's the case.
Stanley, this isn't about anyone else.
This is about me and you.
And I'm not even sure it's an age thing.
[Chuckling] Well, I hope to god it's not an age thing.
I'm in great shape.
Any one of these waitresses in here...
or waiters, for that matter...
I could fuck any one of them anytime I wanted to,
if I wanted to, and I paid them enough.
That's how this town works... cash!
But I don't want to do that. I want you. I want
- us. - I don't think so.
I don't believe that.
Well, you want me to show you? Huh?
You want me to ask at the table?
I've seen clients do it at this very table
- right as the check arrives. - That's not what I meant.
What I mean is I don't think this is the right thing
for either of us, this marriage.
Oh fuck!
- You're just so fucking... - Don't. Please don't get that way.
But you're about to say some stupid shit
that's gonna make me sick,
shit that a girl your age says
when she thinks she's got a handle on the way things work.
But let me tell you something.
You don't know shit.
That's the truth.
- Nothing. - You know what?
We can talk about this some other time.
- You sit down. - No.
- Sit down. - I'm not gonna...
You sit down
or I'll create such a fucking scene,
you'll be scared of me the rest of your fucking days on earth.
Good. I think it would help my case.
I'm serious, Bridgette.
Sit!
Okay.
Just tell me what's going on.
- I'll see what we can do about it. - I want out.
- Why? - I don't love you anymore.
Not like I used to. I did, but you ruined it.
- Well, okay. Ouch. - Yeah, it happens sometimes.
I'm a lawyer, sweetheart,
so don't try to teach me one fucking thing about people.
- I know it happens! - Fine!
- And? - What?!
- When did this happen?! - Over time! [Sighs]
It just...
it just begins, and once it does,
you yell once or twice too many times
or you don't show up for dinner, you give me that look you have,
or you grab my wrist just like you did a second ago.
You do that, and it never goes away.
It just festers, and that's...
That's how it begins, the idea.
I see.
A hundred little hurts along the way,
and suddenly you just wake up one morning,
and that's where you are...
out of love.
You're right. It happens.
Yeah, it does.
[Scoffs]
I can finally see behind your smile.
[Cellphone rings]
- Give me the phone. - Hello?
Oh, hey. What's up?
Um, yeah, yeah. I'm good. I'm fine.
What's that?
No, I grabbed her phone. I thought it was mine. Yeah.
No, we're out to dinner.
Uh-huh. Right.
Well, that's cool.
Yeah. Sweet.
And school's okay?
Great.
Well, no, I mean...
yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah.
If you come back then, please do.
No, no, seriously.
Feel free to drop in on us anytime.
Absolutely.
All right, then.
I will tell her.
Of course.
And say hi to your mom for me, okay?
- [Sighs] - Huh?
You be nice to her. She's a great lady.
All right, Tim.
Take care.
Why'd you do that?
Thought I might catch your boyfriend or something.
- That's not very nice. - Well, you got me all on edge here.
I'm not really responsible for what I'm doing.
- Why'd Tim call you, anyway? - Because...
he spent most of his time out here with me, frankly,
me and the girls at the house,
even if you invited him.
True.
So, you were usually working.
- Okay, okay. But still... - Well, maybe that's why.
Why? What...
what'd he say?
Nothing. Just checking in.
He wants to come back and visit or something.
- Oh. - He's fine. Whatever.
Bridgette, don't do this.
We can make it work. I know we can.
Maybe if we wanted to,
maybe if we both had the desire to, but I don't.
I don't want to be with you anymore.
Not like this.
Got it.
Sorry.
[Scoffs] Please. No, you're not.
Yes, I am. Don't tell me what I am.
What changed now?
What's that mean?
It means that I've created or paid
for any bit of you that's worth a shit.
[Snaps fingers]
[Scoffs]
How is everything? Can I get you...
Yeah, could I get the, um...
you know the butter that you guys have
for the potatoes with the chives?
- Oh, I'm sorry. Did you ask for that? - No, no, I just want to...
can I get some?
Of course, Mr. Murphy.
Thanks.
[Clears throat]
You see that?
What?
Her.
I could have her shit moved in your closet
in an hour if I wanted to.
Then do it if that's what you want.
God, no! That's not what I want!
Listen to me! Listen!
I'm saying if I wanted that,
I could have it before the end of this meal.
But that's not what I want. It's not.
I want... I want this.
I want us, what we've created together up at the house.
I'm sorry.
Fuck!
- You're really in a mood today! - This isn't a mood, Stanley.
- This is my life. - Uh-huh.
Yeah. Fine. Okay.
- You know what? Can we just please... - No way.
- Really? - Really.
Why should I?
Why should I make this easy for you
to walk away from me and the girls, huh?
Forget it.
You're in for a fucking battle, sweetie, so...
[Cellphone chimes]
[Snaps fingers]
So, what are you interested in?
- I'm sorry? - At school.
You said you wanted to go back and get a degree, I assume.
So, what are you hoping to study?
I don't know. English lit, maybe.
- Classics. - Sounds good.
And then what? Work?
I suppose so.
Teach, I hope.
I used to want to do that before us.
Interesting.
I'd be willing to pay you.
I mean, for school, you know,
if you could check in on the girls.
- You know, a part-time basis or whatever. - That's...
Come on. We can still do what you want, get a divorce. Just...
- Keep it quiet. - I don't think that's the right...
Just think about it.
Stanley, no. That's not the right way to deal with this.
All right. Forget it. Fine.
Just trying to keep things civil.
Probably a bad idea anyway.
Maybe so.
[Cellphone buzzes]
[Sniffs]
I thought this was gonna be something special,
our little get-together tonight.
You did?
Yeah. All day long.
And on the drive over, too. I thought...
I don't know.
I thought it was gonna be a moment for us.
[Scoffs]
Well,
I mean, it kind of is, right?
No, I mean, obviously this is ... yeah, this is a huge deal.
And you've just set in motion
a very shitty year for everybody,
so thank you very much for that one. But no.
I was thinking you might...
I don't know...
wanted to tell me some news or something.
Here.
[Chuckling] Shit.
I thought you wanted to get together tonight
to tell me you're pregnant or something like that.
Something good
like that.
You know, our first kid together or
that kind of deal.
Not this.
[Cellphone buzzes]
Anyway...
[Sighs]
So, should we...
I don't want to make this worse on the kids than it has to be,
so would you mind staying at the house
for the first part of it, at least for the first...
I thought you wanted a battle.
No. God, no. No, no, no.
[Chuckles] I just said that.
I was pissed.
No, I...
Can you stay until we tell them?
Sure. I can stay until we talk to the kids.
But not right away, okay?
Let's wait until the weekend or something so I can be with them,
you know, so we can then...
Something.
Is that possible?
- Please? - Sure. We can do that.
- All right. - All right.
- [Cellphone buzzes] - Good.
Good. Good, good, good.
[Smooches]
I really wanted this to work out.
In the beginning. I mean,
I still do.
[Voice breaking] I'm not blaming you.
This is me.
No, I know, but...
Can we just leave it at that for now?
Please?
Sure.
OK.
[Sighs] So, should we, um...
You're a lot colder than I ever thought you were. You know that?
I'm not cold.
Yeah, no, you are. A little.
- I am... - I'm just saying,
for a girl that cries as much as you do, you are...
Cold.
And what?
So, am I supposed to tell you what I think you are now?
- Is that how this works? - No, no, no. Not at all. I just...
I just noticed. That's all.
[Sniffs]
So, should we get the check or something?
Sure.
Okay.
Hey. Can you tell our waitress?
We're done. Thank you.
You thought I was gonna go all ape shit and stuff, right?
You thought I was gonna be like "raar!"
[Chuckles]
Now I sit here and think about it,
I think you might be doing us both a favor.
Really?
Well, probably. I mean, I'm just...
I'm just not that good with women.
Not very much, anyway.
Hmm.
[Sighs]
Doesn't mean I want to stop trying.
But, um...
I don't seem to be able to get the hang of it.
- Me either. - Hmm.
Well, that's true.
You're not the warmest woman I ever went out with.
But you just might be the most beautiful.
- No. - I'm serious.
You're fucking gorgeous.
- Thanks, Stanley. Thank you. - I mean it, Bridgette.
And I'm not just asking for a compliment in return,
so you may as well enjoy it while you can.
That's really sweet. Thank you, Stanley.
Yep.
So...
You want to study English.
English. God, I hate books.
Fiction books, anyway. No.
Good for you.
Well, I've always liked reading, so...
Yeah, but I never thought you were,
I don't know.
No, it's..
Whatever you want to do. Local or... ?
Well, I haven't filled out any applications yet,
but I was thinking of going to England.
Maybe study abroad.
- Huh! - Yeah.
- You know, like you did when you were... - Sounds good.
That's, uh...
You might like that.
Yeah.
Sounds interesting, so...
Actually in England.
Well, maybe London, you know. I don't know.
- Canterbury's got a good program. - Right.
- That's right. - At least that's what Tim said.
Never thought about that.
I mean, English lit... you may as well go where they invented it, right?
Yeah, right. Might as well. That could be really nice.
Plus you... you know a few people there.
You know Tim and his mom, and she's a great lady. You would...
- you'd really like her. - Right.
And Tim's...
Yeah, it's just a thought.
Yeah.
Maybe I can help you out a little bit.
I mean, if we could do what we need to do without
[Inhales sharply] creating a huge deal out of it.
Yeah. Sure. I'd...
I'd be willing to come to some sort of arrangement.
Great.
See, I'm not such a bad guy.
- I never said that. - Yeah, but I know how these things
get turned around once the story gets out.
[Cellphone rings]
- I got to take this. - No. Sure. I get it.
It's Jace. He's...
he's doing "Leno" tonight.
Yeah.
Jacey, baby. Huh? What's going on? Huh?
No, no. Nothing. I'm not doing anything.
_
[Sighs]
Tim, hey, it's me. Um...
Uh, god, I don't want to leave a message, what with your
mom and roommates, but, um...
I got your text,
and I'm really glad that you called me.
Can you please just try me again?
Try me again and I'll answer next time.
He grabbed my phone, but
we're not...
Please just... just phone me, all right?
I have some stuff I really want to talk with you about.
I took care of the, um...
Look, just call, okay?
Um, I'll be... I'll be waiting, so, yeah.
All right. Thanks. Um...
Okay.
[Sighs]
Really?
Jesus.
Okay no, no, no.
I can swing by if you need me to.
Or tomorrow first thing.
Whatever.
No, no. What?
No, I get it. I get it. Hey, it's important. Yes.
I can have 'em e-mail me tonight,
and I can take a look-see.
Of course I will. Fuck yeah.
Your problems are my problems, buddy boy.
Yes.
I'm sure it's a standard waiver, but who knows?
With the kind material that you do, I would not be surprised
if Jay had to make up something special just for you.
You know, the
Jace Cooper clause or some shit like that, right?
[Laughs]
Exactly.
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Are you listening to me?!
[Scoffs] I'm sorry, but whose side are you on?
- I'm on your side! I'm quoting! - Bitch!
That's what this kid's very cute little sister is saying!
[Laughs] It was fucking comedy!
It was a fucking joke! Fuck me.
Fuck. Are you kidding me?
Come on, man! It's... it's...
I thought comedy and whatnot was protected by the...
you know what I'm thinking.
The free... free speech, uh, whatnot.
First amendment! It's comedy! It's satire!
What? And now all of a sudden it's a hate crime?
Oh!