Dear Tully, I wish you could have seen me today.
I actually managed to put in my new contacts finally,
and I wore sky blue eye shadow and your old blue dress,
which I swear is lucky because I aced my French quiz, bien sur.
And then, suddenly, Chrissy G started talking to me after school,
and then Chrissy W said we should hang out sometime,
and then foxy Franklin was totally flirting with me,
or he was talking to me anyway, which is a step toward flirting.
Everybody misses you.
Another letter from Tully?
Shut up, Sean.
Dear Kate, I can't believe I haven't seen you in five whole months.
Things are pretty quiet here.
Gran made macaroni surprise for the millionth time this week,
but I don't mind. It's nice that she cooks.
She started teaching me embroidery,
and not to brag, but I think I might have a natural gift for it.
Don't laugh. I'm serious.
You know I'm good at art.
And I got invited to a party this weekend, but I decided not to go.
Everyone at my school thinks I'm trying to be mysterious,
but really I just want to focus on my journalism career.
Dear Tully, I've been practicing my kissing on the mirror, like you said.
I feel a little ridiculous.
I swear, if I don't get kissed by summer, I'll die.
Or maybe I'll get kissed and I'll be so bad I die of embarrassment.
Either way, please play "Dark Side of the Moon" at my funeral.
Dear Kate, I found something the other day.
I don't know for sure, but I think it's a picture of my dad.
He even looks like me.
I'm gonna show it to Cloud and make her tell me.
I miss you so much.
Still hiding out in here, huh?
I'm not hiding. I'm hostessing.
Come on, it's Dad's wake.
People want to offer their condolences. They can't condole without you.
This was supposed to come without the tails.
-We could talk about what happened. -What happened?
You were fighting with Tully outside the church.
It seemed pretty intense.
If ever there was a moment…
-It's not now. -…where we could talk about what happened…
-I do not want to talk about Tully Hart. -…between you and Tully.
-Okay.
Some weird old guy I've never met keeps pinching my cheeks.
-Uncle Vic. -Uncle Vic.
Can I have a sip?
-Kate, there you are.
-Aunt Honey, hi. -Oh.
I'm so sorry about your dad.
Oh, such a wonderful man.
Thank you. Thank you so much for coming.
-And, Sean, I heard you're gay now. -Mmm.
Actually, I've been gay forever. I just forgot to tell my wife.
I saw Tully Hart outside the church earlier.
-So pretty in person. -Mm-hmm.
Someone mentioned you two had a falling out.
What happened?
Aunt Honey, I would love to show you the view of the pool.
-It was Dad's favorite spot. -Oh.
How does she afford this place?
I'm sorry people keep asking about Tully.
Yeah, I'm just surprised Aunt Honey doesn't know all the gory details.
-Guess she doesn't read the tabloids. -It's been a while since the accident.
And yet, even though she's not here, still somehow it's all about Tully.
She's like the gift that keeps on taking.
I don't know.
Remember when we found out the news about Dad in Iraq?
She was good that day.
Parsley.
Okay. Thank God.
Just get…
Actually, maybe just one more. Okay.
-Excuse me. -Oh fuck!
I'm so sorry. I just…
You are Tully Hart, aren't you?
Yes. And I love my fans, truly.
My best friend's going through a thing, she needed ice cream. Long story.
I'm just having a bit of a day.
Oh, sure. We all have those, right?
-Thank you. -Of course.
-Okay. -Listen.
I know this probably isn't a great time,
but I have to tell you,
you've been served.
Is there any way I could take a picture with you?
You're the first celebrity I've served. It's really exciting.
Not appropriate.
Got it.
Jesus Christ.
Sid, you're my lawyer. That's why I called you.
This is a nightmare.
That fucker can't sue me.
Yeah, I know I broke my contract.
Because he's a fucking misogynistic prick.
I don't have that kind of money lying around.
I'm rich, but I'm not Oprah rich.
I found out last night
that my best friend's husband was in an IED explosion in Iraq.
She's freaking out. I'm freaking out.
You know what? I can't with this right now.
I gotta go.
-I can't find my passport. -What's going on?
They're airlifting him to Germany. He needs surgery.
There's swelling on his brain, broken bones. I don't know which ones.
Something about a medically induced coma. I'm going to the airport.
I'm on standby for five different flights.
Fuck.
-I found it, I found it. -Oh my God. Thank you, Marah.
This is nuts!
No, it's fine. Sean's gonna stay with Marah.
-My parents are on their way. -Let us know when you get on a flight.
No, it's nuts to wait on a flight.
I'll charter a plane.
It's like 100,000 dollars.
Have you forgotten who you're talking to? It's like pocket change for me.
Come on, I'm taking you to Johnny.
-You were amazing last night. -You were amazing this morning.
Think we have time for one more?
No, but I think we should anyway.
Oh my God. You two are like rabbits.
We have a story to report.
Let's go, let's go, let's go.
I'm coming.
No, this time you won't.
Save our trees! Save old growth!
Save our trees! Save our trees!
There's more protestors than I thought there'd be.
Yeah, and we're late. Now we're not gonna get a good spot.
We're fine. We'll get a good spot.
Well, I had a good spot, but KDUG stole it 'cause they were all here on time.
Also, your coffee's cold.
Hey, guys, I have the rations.
-Uh, Kate, cream and sugar. -Thank you.
-Tully, black. -Thanks.
Johnny, I actually made you a thermos full of cappuccino,
still piping hot, thought you might like it.
Oh, thank you, Lottie.
Okay, come on. Let's find us a spot.
All right.
What is it about Australians, huh?
Continent of walking sex gods.
So you guys wanna go see that Madonna movie tonight?
-Maybe. -I don't know.
Okay, cool. All right, well, just let me know.
-We are not doing that, are we? -Hell no.
We're going to see that movie together, alone.
But you should tell our intern that Johnny is your boyfriend
so she'll stop undressing him with her eyes.
Oh please. Lottie's harmless.
Mmm.
Reminds me of me, sort of dorky and sweet.
That girl is not sweet.
Besides, he is not my boyfriend.
I mean, we haven't even talked about what we are yet,
which is why we're keeping quiet.
Yeah, unless I'm in the other room trying to sleep.
When we're done with this, wanna sneak out for a lunch,
just you and me?
-We can go to that place with the oysters. -Oh, I can't today.
I promised Johnny I'd buy lunch.
We've got this bet going, who'd be the first to make the other one…
Um…
Okay, tonight. Let's have some roommate time.
Go to the other place where the wine came out of your nose.
-Or we could just watch Golden Girls. -Oh, um…
-I-- -Let me guess.
You have plans with a non-boyfriend, Australian sex god.
You should totally come!
Can't even see the damn protest.
-A bunch of crews blocking the shot. -Ugh.
Never send a man to do a woman's job. I will find us a spot.
Too late for a good shot, huh?
What are you doing here, Danny?
It's this thing called news. Maybe you've heard of it?
Why did KDUG send a sports guy to do a real reporter's job?
Last night, I made a wish on a Blue Fairy,
and I woke up a real boy.
Also, they promoted me.
Oh, that's too bad.
I so enjoy your scintillating commentary on which team threw the ball better.
Still mad at me about what happened that night in Tacoma.
-Nothing happened that night. -That's why you're mad at me.
-You're a piece of work. -I can't help it.
So we were at the same bar.
We flirted all night.
-You were flirting with me. -Look, I fucked up. Okay?
I had a shot with Tully Hart,
and I… I went home with the girl in the red dress, instead.
I… I just…
I wasn't ready for… for us.
There is no us, Danny.
You never had a shot with me.
Well, we made out for an hour.
That was-- It was one tiny kiss. Get over it.
You look really pretty by the way.
-I like the pantsuit.
Hey, can you hurry up and pick a spot, please?
We gotta do this.
You, go away.
Drinks later?
Ah! Kate? Come here.
What's up?
We can get a shot set up behind that tape.
You mean the police tape?
Yeah, we'll just sneak under it or over it.
How?
You do the thing.
-You're crazy. -What thing?
I'm not doing the thing with a bunch of cops right there.
-Come on, it'll be a great shot.
Wh-- What's the thing?
Oh no. Oh my God!
My contact lens!
Officer, I… I'm so blind without them. I can't see. Can you help?
I'll help you, Miss.
Oh! What am I gonna do? Do you have contacts?
-I do not. -This is literally the worst.
-Did it jump out of your eye? -It did. It leapt out of there.
And I… I…
If you could keep this,
I'm gonna see if maybe it was before when I was over here.
Don't worry, Miss. I got this.
Yeah.
Hi. We're here for Johnny Ryan?
Since when do you speak German?
Oma Flugel, my mom's mom, she only spoke German.
-I'm basically fluent. -How did I never know this?
Can you locate for us the room of my cheese danish, Johnny Ryan?
I'm US Army, ma'am.
Oh, uh, sorry, were looking for Johnny Ryan.
I'm his wife-- ex-wife. We're divorced. Only just, we're still very close.
It's complicated.
Family only, ma'am.
-We have a daughter, so-- -It doesn't count.
Well, I'm his cousin.
Does, uh, that count?
Immediate family only.
Shit, I knew I should have said sister.
Can you at least tell us how he's doing? He was supposed to go into surgery.
Look, come on.
I can't believe we just flew 13 hours for nothing.
It's not for nothing. We're gonna figure this out.
This is so fucked. I mean, I don't even want to be the ex-wife.
This divorce thing's a stupid mistake, and it's all my fault.
And now, what if… what if it's too late
and he doesn't…
and I don't get to see him. I at least need to see him if this is it.
Stop, hey.
Hey.
This is not it.
-Okay? He is gonna be fine. -Mm-hmm.
And I am gonna get you back there.
So, just follow my lead.
Officer, we are--
Oh shit!
My earring, it… it just fell out. I… I felt it.
-Oh my God. -I felt it fall out. It rolled over here.
Oh my God! It's my grandmother's diamond! Can you please help me find it?
It's so important to me.
Please stand up, ma'am.
Other ma'am, what are you doing?
I was just looking for the bathroom.
I'm gonna have to ask you both to evacuate the premises.
Why is Tully Hart on the floor?
What's going on?
I love your show, the Girlfriend Hour! I've seen every episode!
Thank you. I… I… I'm sorry, I don't speak…
Can you help us?
My love man exploded,
and we took a large bird from America to see him.
He's a very important potato of the Girlfriend Hour?
Johnny Ryan?
I will bring you to him.
Anything for Tully Hart.
Imbecile!
Did you leave your brain in America? How could you treat her like that?
Danke.
Oh my God!
No, no, look at him. It… it… it's not so bad.
Are you fucking kidding me?
She's right. He's lucky to be alive.
-I'm Dr. Archer. -Hi, I'm, um…
The wife. She's his wife and I'm his sister.
Immediate family. Tully Hart.
What's the prognosis, doctor? Is he gonna be okay?
We don't know yet.
He arrived in pretty bad shape.
We relieved the swelling in his brain, but we won't know until he wakes up
what kind of damage there was, if any.
We just have to wait.
Excuse me.
We always dreamed of going to Europe together.
And now we have,
so you can just wake up,
and come home.
-Because we really miss you.
Plus, uh,
Marah set the curve on her math final, which I know is a fucking miracle,
um, and she really wants to tell you about it.
And, you know, I've just been, uh…
at home…
thinking about you and me, and…
…and I think maybe I was an idiot.
Because I still love you.
I guess maybe sometimes it takes something like this to make you realize
that you let the love of your life get away, so, um, maybe…
you know, when you wake up, we could just start over?
You and me.
Emotions are running high,
while protestors for the logging efforts
are handcuffed under the shadow of this old growth forest--
Hey! You can't film here.
Uh, is there a problem, Officer?
Take your crew and move behind the yellow line.
Take my crew?
-Now! Put the camera down. -Uh…
You have a very thick American accent.
-I can't understand… -I'll place you under arrest.
-While Benedict Binswanger… -Right now!
…CEO of Bincorp has answered our calls with a simple "No comment."
For KPOC, this is Tully Hart.
Thank you, Officer.
-Okay, you win this one. See ya. -Wait.
-Come on, come on. Go, go, go. -Mutt! Mutt! Don't leave me.
Thanks, guys. Thanks a lot for waiting for me.
Unbelievable.
Hi.
How are you?
I'm fabulous, Tallulah.
How are you?
I'm okay.
I guess Her Royal Highness couldn't make it today.
She wanted to,
but she had a thing at church, so I took the bus.
You look good.
Yeah, the lighting in here really works with my complexion.
Um, I made you something.
A present.
Uh, these are clouds. I've been working on it for a month.
I had to start over a couple of times 'cause I wanted it to be perfect.
I bet she's got you praying with her too. Doesn't she?
Um, I wanted to ask you something about some photos I found in a box.
Um, they're of you and a guy.
-You're looking through my shit? -I'm guessing he's my dad?
So that's why you're here.
You don't care about me. You just wanna make me dredge up the past.
No. That's not why I'm here.
You need to leave it alone, Tallulah.
I'm half him.
I deserve to know who he is.
Yeah, well, I deserved a lot of shit that I never got.
So, what? That's it?
You're just not gonna tell me? Your life sucks, so mine has to suck too?
You have no idea what you're talking about.
Then tell me.
Who is he? What happened? Why did he leave?
All right, Dorothy Hart, time's up.
See you next time, kiddo.
-What are you doing here? -Bailed you out.
How did you know I was in?
I covered the protest for the news.
Still doing that, huh?
Yep. Still enjoying the prison system, huh?
Jail's not prison.
Hmm.
How'd you get the shiner?
I had a… a disagreement with my gentleman friend.
He hit you?
Oh, I got a few in too.
But then he… then he…
Then he kicked me out of the trailer, and yeah…
I was actually looking forward to sleeping in jail tonight.
It's better than a park bench.
If you need a place to stay…
I can help.
-Have you seen Tully? -Said she had an errand to run.
We need to get this piece out. It feeds at 5:00
I could help with the edit.
All right.
Cool beans, Mularkey.
See you in the edit bay in ten?
It's a date.
Are you kidding?
What?
I can afford it.
Shit.
This is really fancy.
Oh, wow.
Hey, Cloud, there's a telephone by the toilet.
I didn't ask for any of this.
Why don't you get cleaned up?
I brought some clothes that I keep in my car. They're clean.
You want me to wear your clothes?
What's wrong with my clothes?
Nothing, if I want to dress as Nancy Reagan for Halloween.
KPOC, this is Kate.
-Hey. -Tully, where are you? Johnny's pissed.
It's a long story. I did something kinda crazy.
I hope it was the right thing. I don't know.
You're so bad.
-Are you even listening to me? -Sorry.
Um, Johnny was just saying something very inappropriate.
Not as inappropriate as what I'm gonna say.
Can I get, like, five minutes of your time without Johnny all over you?
I'm sorry. Yes, no. Of course. When are you back?
That's what I'm trying to tell you.
Tul, I'm so… I'm so sorry. Hang on one second, please.
-Just one letter. -Get your ass off.
-Okay! - This is a place of business.
You know what?
I gotta go. I'll call you later, Mularkey.
-No, I…
-Hey, Lottie. -Oh, hey, Kate.
-It's a fun day, right? -Yeah, totally almost got arrested.
-Local news, it's always an adventure.
So…
…this is awkward, but I… I just wanted to apologize
for earlier.
What… What are you talking about?
If I'd have known you and Johnny were…
I never would've been drooling all over him. I…
No. Carol told me you guys are together.
I never would've guessed.
'Cause, you know, girls like us don't usually get guys like Johnny Ryan.
You are officially my hero.
-Thanks. I guess. -Yeah.
Carol said that he was obsessed with Tully for years,
which, duh, makes total sense 'cause she is such a fuckin' goddess, but…
…they actually dated, right?
-No, no, they… they never dated. -Oh.
I thought Carol said they had sex. I…
Oh, um…
Well…
I'm so sorry, that's rough.
Carol told me you were, you know, gaga over him for years.
He never really knew you existed.
Which, believe me, I can relate.
He knew I existed.
We… We had, uh, you know, a friendship for a long time,
and then it just blossomed.
Yeah, yeah. 'Cause you were smart. Mmm. And patient.
You waited until Tully was done, and then you just stepped in for the win.
Whew!
It's just, it gives me hope, you know?
Maybe someday I could wear down a guy like Johnny, too.
Seriously, Kate,
you're like the patron saint of mousy wallflowers.
And you're like a total bitch.
-Ow.
Hey.
Sean! Jesus, do you ever knock?
Screw you, I'm not your secretary. You got a stupid phone call.
Hello?
Kate, thank God you're there. I had the worst day.
What? Sorry. Uh, Sean, turn it down. I can't hear.
Sorry, what'd you say? I couldn't hear you.
I saw Cloud today and gave her the handkerchief.
She didn't care.
-I don't know why I thought she would.
Oh, Tul, I'm sorry.
God, stupid eyeballs.
I suck at these contacts.
I gotta get them in before everyone gets here.
Who's everyone?
Bud and Marjorie are out of town, remember?
I'm having a party?
With any luck, by the end of tonight, I will no longer be a mouth virgin.
-What? I'm hoping to get a kiss.
My first kiss. With somebody who isn't me in a mirror?
Oh shit, I just dropped a contact. Tul, I gotta call you back.
Okay.
-Oh, wait, no.
Cool.
Oh no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no!
Jesus! Sean, knock!
Your stupid friends are downstairs.
Hey, can I use the phone now?
Okay.
Be cool.
Okay.
Ow!
Oh.
I have chips.
Uh, wow, your parents' record collection
is even lamer than my parents' record collection.
Oh, yeah, I know, right? They're so… lame.
-This is boring. -Shut up, I'm winning.
We're playing board games, so I'm bored.
Can we do something fun?
Oh, well, um, we could… we could move the furniture and d… dance.
Oh, you weren't kidding.
Uh, oh no, I was… I was totally kidding.
I was thinking something a little more…
exciting.
Who's up for spin-the-bottle?
Oh, I am! Um…
I mean…
That could be fun. I guess.
Oh, ho, ho. The mysterious Tully Hart comes to grace us with her presence.
You never come to parties.
I wanted to get drunk and high.
-Hey, that could be arranged.
Thanks.
-Hey, man. -I like your boots.
-You got style. -Thanks.
I dressed up today. I went to visit my mom in prison.
Whoa. Trippy.
I made her a handkerchief.
She didn't care.
What's she in for?
Being a fucking asshole.
Really?
No, drugs.
She's in for drugs.
That was the best shower of my life.
-You look good.
Why, yes, boss.
I'll get right on that, boss, because I am a businesswoman.
Uncanny.
That is exactly how we all sound.
I'm starving.
-I'll order room service. -No, I want some Ho Ho's.
I'll just pop down the block. I, uh… I saw a store.
No, I'll… I'll go. Stay, relax. I'll get us some snacks. I don't mind.
If you insist.
And could you get me some soda and something salty like Doritos?
-Got it. -Thanks, babe.
-That'll be $3.59.
I swear my wallet was in here.
Tully Hart. I thought that was you.
It's you.
What are you doing here?
I live down the block.
I was parking my car, and I saw you come in here.
What a small world.
-Too small. -Mmm.
Can you just, um, give me a second?
-Can't find your wallet? -I… I must've dropped it somewhere.
Mmm.
-What's the damage? -No, you don't have to--
No, my mother raised me to be a gentleman.
-That'll be $3.59.
There you go. She likes to eat healthy, I see.
Seriously, you don't have to.
I keep trying to tell you, I'm a good guy once you get to know me.
Well, I'll have to take your word for it. I don't plan to get to know you.
Okay, then let's go back to my place. We'll bring the Ho Ho's.
We don't have to talk.
You're welcome.
Cloud?
"You can afford it."
Wow.
-Oh no. -Oh, hey. You are wasted.
You are.
-Uh, yeah, I am.
Here, let me… let me help you up here.
Stop.
Hey, relax, man. I'm just trying to help. Okay?
-Get your fucking hands off of me! -What the hell's the matter with you?
Guess it's you and me, Mularkey.
Guess so.
-Oh my God! -Oh my God.
-You okay? -I'm so sorry.
-You're bleedin'. -That's a lot of blood.
What the hell's wrong with you? Holy sh--
-You need to hold it. -You're such a freak.
Hello?
Kate!
Tully?
What?
Oh my God. Foxy Franklin's nose?
-Oh my God. -Tully?
Oh, we have to be quiet. The walls have ears.
-Tully! -It's just the TV.
-Did you actually make his nose bleed? -Hang up the phone.
Kate, that's a--
What are you doing?
Nothing.
You're drunk.
Doubt it. I only had five beers.
You need to go upstairs.
Sure thing, Sarge.
We'll talk about your punishment in the morning.
Oh. Oh, my punishment?
Are you kidding?
Living here is my punishment.
My punishment's already happening, baby. We're in it.
There are places far less pleasant that I could send you.
Okay.
Send me then.
Like I give a fuck.
You are exactly like your mother.
Fuck you too, Gran.
-Hello? -Hey, Tully, it's your agent,
Justine Jordan.
My agent's name is Steve.
It was, but you're about to kick him to the curb
and sign with me.
I'm gonna help you get out of this mess.
I'm not in a mess.
You are in more than a mess.
You're totally fucked, but I can help.
I've got a three-point plan to get you out of this lawsuit and back on top.
How do you know about the lawsuit?
Everyone knows about the lawsuit.
Your representatives aren't exactly discreet.
But once you sign with me, total information lockdown.
I control the narrative, which means you control the narrative.
Step one of my plan, getting them to drop the suit.
-How? -The production company that's suing you
is developing a reality dating show called I'd Hit That.
They need a host, they're out to Stamos, but he has a conflict.
I can get you into that job and out of this lawsuit.
I'm not hosting a show called I'd Hit That.
Well, you should've thought of that before you pissed off Wilson King.
This is gonna get them off your back.
And you don't have to worry about the non-compete clause.
If you take a serious pay cut, of course, but that is just step one.
Step two, we parlay the reality show into a prime-time docu-special,
hard-hitting but heartwarming,
huge ratings success.
We parlay that into step three, your new talk show,
a better talk show,
exactly the way that you want to do it.
See, Emmys follow, world domination, thank me in your acceptance speech.
-Who are you?
I'm Justine Jordan, your new agent.
Listen, Justine.
That all sounds like a lot, but I'm not looking for a new agent,
and I'm not interested in hosting reality television.
It's not really my brand, you know?
Not a problem. We'll hammer out the details later.
-I'll call you.
While Benedict Binswanger, CEO of Bincorp,
answered our calls with a simple "No comment."
That's quite a name.
Benedict Binswanger.
Sounds vaguely erotic.
Yeah.
Maybe later on, I'll take you back to my place,
show you my Benedict Binswanger.
You all right there, Mularkey?
Are you just with me right now
because I wore you down after Tully didn't want you?
Wow.
That was harsh on both of us.
Sorry.
Are you?
Why would you think that?
Well, you wanted Tully first, which makes sense.
I mean, everybody knows you're out of my league.
What-- Who's everybody?
People with eyes.
No, you're wrong.
I may have had certain feelings for Tully,
but I knew the day that you and I met that we'd be together someday.
-Bullshit. -It's true.
I felt that.
And it frankly…
…scared me.
I knew that if you and I got together that it'd be
real.
I wasn't ready for that when I first met you.
You didn't wear me down, Mularkey.
You waited for me to catch up.
Wow.
Also, you're the one who's out of my league.
I keep waiting for you to figure that out.
That is not true.
It is, actually.
But it doesn't matter. You can worry all you like.
You're not getting rid of me that easy.
-You're older than she is.
Hey, Tul. Where've you been all day?
-We did the edit for you. You're welcome. -Why are you dressed like Madonna?
Because we're going to see Desperately Seeking Susan. 7:30 show.
You should totally come.
I'm gonna bring the car around. See you downstairs in five.
-We don't wanna miss the previews.
I just had sex in an edit bay.
I am officially the office slut.
You said we were gonna see that movie together.
I can't believe you were gonna go without me.
-I just invited you. -As an afterthought.
You disappeared today.
We edited your piece for you, even though you were supposed to help.
Did it ever occur to you that I saw Cloud getting arrested at the protest?
So, I bailed her out of jail, got her a hotel room,
and gave her my clothes.
And she stole all my cash from my fucking wallet and fled.
Why would that occur to me?
Because I called you.
I needed your help,
and you were too busy giggling with Johnny.
So, whatever. It doesn't matter. Have fun with Madonna.
Tully, you should totally come, it'll help take your mind off things.
I don't want to take my mind off things. I just want to eat ice cream and be alone.
You ate all my ice cream?
We were really hungry when we got home.
This is just fucking perfect.
I take a nibble, and you take the rest.
Shit.
You know what?
Yell at me all you want, Mularkey. I don't care.
I know, I am a bitch.
Just like my mother, but I didn't mean it.
Okay? I'm mad at Cloud.
And… And I am mad at you too.
I needed you today, and you weren't there. You are never there anymore.
Now that you have Johnny, you don't have any time for me.
And I hate it.
I know. That's why I just told Johnny I can't go to the movies
because I have a date with my best friend.
You don't have to go through this alone.
Mularkey.
Hey.
Am I dead?
No.
Is this a dream?
No.
How did you get to Iraq?
We're in Germany.
You were injured.
I thought I might not ever see you again.
You're not gonna get rid of me that easy, Mularkey.
He's conscious.
- Yeah. -It's great.
I think I'll need to run some tests.
Oh, of course.
I'll just be right outside.
Okay.
There has to be another way. No.
It will ruin me.
I don't have that kind of money lying around.
I can't.
No.
Please. I have to go.
Johnny's awake.
Is he okay?
I think so.
I knew he would be.
Really?
No, I was really scared.
Yeah.
I got you something from the gift shop.
It's a keychain.
Oh my God.
One for you and one for me.
-I love it.
I don't know, maybe it's stupid. I just wanted to get you something.
Tul, you brought me here on a private jet.
Even though it sounds like you're having money problems?
What's going on?
Oh, it's just this little thing where they're…
…suing me for ten million dollars.
What?
Why… Why didn't you tell me?
-You had your hands full. -No--
You do not have to go through this alone. Come here.
Tully, what're you doing here?
I had a fight with Gran, so I snuck out and came here.
-How? It's, like, three hours away. -I took a bus.
I'm running away, and I want you to come with me.
I'm gonna find my father.
We were on our way to meet a group of insurgents.
We were supposed to interview the leader.
Me and Charlie, we were writing a story together.
We'd been walking for three days, three nights, I don't know.
Camping out with a squad of soldiers.
And we were on our way to the meeting,
and I remember turning around and seeing Charlie from afar,
and…
and everything
disappeared.
I'm just so glad you're okay.
How do you feel?
Like there are pins in my hip,
and I just had brain surgery,
and I'm on a bunch of painkillers.
Otherwise, not bad.
-I heard you were awake.
Charlie.
-Hi. -You're here.
I was with you in the helicopter.
Never left your side,
slept on the floor of the medical tent.
But then, of course,
the minute I decided to go back to the hotel and grab a nap,
-you decide to wake up.
Lottie?
Been a long time since anyone called me that.
It's Charlotte actually, but people just call me Charlie now.
Hmm.
Charlie works for The Chronicle.
I ran into her my third day in Iraq.
And we just got to talking and--
And it was like no time had passed.
-Hmm.
We just clicked.
And then we started collaborating and traveling together, and, well…
the rest is history.
Hmm.