[mysterious tone]
You all right, babe?
You look like you've seen a ghost.
- You're shaking. - [shaky breaths]
[Mae panting]
Um, listen...
about last night.
I know. Tom Hanks is really going through it.
He gets like that around awards season.
He loves you, you know that.
Look, if you don't want to come tonight, honestly, it's fine.
Totally. It's a schlep, I get it.
T-Tonight?
To London. It's a long way to go
to watch me spin records for an hour,
and I know how nervous you get on the private plane, so...
I...
I mean I... I want you to come. I do.
Especially since I'm going to be leaving on tour
in like a month, so...
[shaky breathing]
Hey, don't go there.
Look, this time it will be different.
I won't tap out like last time, I promise.
Hey, Mae.
I love you.
I'm with you. I choose you.
Listen, um... I'm gonna step outside.
Yeah, okay. Yeah. Forget it.
For a minute, just to get some... some air.
- Okay. - Okay.
- Mm-hmm. Okay, yeah. - Sorry, I just...
No. I... I get it.
It's... it's triggering for you.
Right.
Babe.
We're gonna be okay, babe. I promise.
Yeah. Yup.
[mutters to self] My purse...
[Eric] Oh, and, babe?
Don't forget we have our fitting for the Met Ball today,
so you might want to... I don't know,
go get a blowout or something?
[shaky breathing]
Gina. [shaky breathing]
- [Gina] Hello? - Gina, I need to talk to you.
Oh, hey, girl, hey.
Listen, are you at the museum?
The museum? I mean,
if by museum you mean have I been balls deep
in gardenias for the last six hours,
then, yeah, I'm at the museum.
What?
I don't know how I went from grad school
to being every bride's bitch, but, you know, pays the bills.
Just count your lucky stars you married rich.
Listen, this is what I need to talk to you about it.
- Where is Elijah? - Elijah?
Like the Jewish prophet?
I think you open the door for him during Seders and shit.
I once had a foster family that did that
and a homeless dude came in.
- No. - Oops. Sorry.
Unhoused. Matzah was bussin', though.
No, no. Elijah, my husband.
Do you mean Eric?
What kind of drugs did you do at that party last night?
Also... I read in the Daily Mail that you body-checked Tom Hanks?
- Girl, what was that about? - [gasps]
[door creaks softly]
Oh. Um, hi.
Is... is... is Elijah here?
He's, um, he's about this tall, with, like, hair,
dresses kind of like if, um, Kurt Cobain was a lesbian.
Mom?
[woman] Who is it, sweetie?
[people shouting]
[shrieks]
[indistinct chants]
If you eat salad, we need your support.
[people shouting]
[dramatic music playing]
[tires screech]
- [car horn blaring] - [Mae screams]
- What're you doing? - What the fuck, man.
Sorry.
[music continues]
Elijah?
Excuse me?
Sorry.
Uh, I thought... I thought you were...
Sorry, never mind.
[breathing heavily]
[music continues]
- Hi. - [security] Uh, ma'am,
do you have a ticket?
Uh, no. I'm... I'm Mae Cannon, uh, associate curator.
Oh, unless you got your job about five minutes ago,
the curator of this museum is a man named Ted Hong.
Sorry. No, I can... I can show you my badge.
It's, uh...
Uh.
- [security] Hmm? - Hold on, it's, uh,
it's in here somewhere.
What did you say your name was again?
Mae Cannon. Can you just look me up?
- Sure. - Thank you.
Well, you don't seem to be listed here anywhere.
Hey. Hey!
- Hey, ma'am. Ma'am. - Ma'am.
- What? - That is a holy man.
I'm gonna need to ask you to stand down.
[speaks in a foreign language]
Oh. Mm-hmm. You're one of those.
What?
Monk chasers. We get them every now and again.
Lonely ladies looking to bang a man in a robe.
I seen Fleabag Season Two.
No, no, you don't understand.
He'll remember me. I... I curated that exhibit.
He was our consultant.
Yeah, and I helped build the Great Wall of China.
What? No, no, please.
No, no. I don't... okay, I don't need to be handled.
- Have a good day, ma'am. - I'm a grown woman.
- Thank you. You, too. - Okay.
- Lady! - [security] Whoa! Whoo!
- Catch her, catch her. - [female security] Lady, lady.
[Mae grunts]
You satisfied?
- I got it. I got it. - You monk chasers are--
I got it for real this time. I got it.
She's so fast.
- Wa... wait. Hey. Get her. - [female security] Lady! Hey.
[distant siren wailing]
[breathing heavily]
Elijah. Come on.
Come on.
Oh.
[keypad beeping]
[line ringing]
Come on.
[ringing continues]
[grunts] Excuse me. Hi.
Line starts down there. Pick your base and your protein.
If you want avocado, it's seven dollars extra.
No. Hey, do you remember me? I was in here three days ago.
I, uh, morbidly depressed, stiffed you on a tip.
Ma'am, you're describing every White woman
that comes in here.
Uh, no, no, you asked me how I was,
and I went on a sort of diatribe about every day--
Listen, lady, I'm in here working
while all these other branches are protesting
all over the city because I can't afford not to.
So, what, did you come back to give me a tip?
Uh, yeah, sure. Sure.
Um, do you actually have change?
Bobby, we need more lemon juice.
[Bobby] Eleven stews?
Lemon juice, not eleven stews.
[Bobby] Oh? You like my shoes?
Oh, my God. Bobby, were you dropped as a baby?
Are you stealing my tips?
Mm-mm. No.
I... I... I just wanted you to see that I was, it was...
Oh, bitch. I will take you down with my bare hands.
No, no, no. Please, I need your help.
Bobby, watch the register!
[keypad beeping]
[phone dialing]
Come on, Elijah. Please.
[sighs]
[phone ringing]
[Eric] Where are you?
You were supposed to be here 20 minutes ago.
[woman] Yes, darling. I'll be there.
[indistinct conversation]
Hi. I was worried you weren't coming.
Oh, yeah. No, I, uh, I came.
[speaks in Spanish]
- Hmm. - Oh. What?
Wow. Okay.
Oh, there's so many.
[gasps] What happened to your hair?
It's flat, like there's no body to it.
Oh. [sighs]
[mumbling]
Let's get you to your clothing. Okay?
Okay.
[inhales deeply]
Just finishing tightening the bodice.
Okay, mm-hmm.
Be careful, huh, because it's glass.
- It's... - Oh, that's cool.
- [man] Mm-hmm. - It feels, um, unsafe.
It's the theme. It's perfection.
- Trash. - What?
The theme. It's trash.
Now, when you sit for dinner,
we remove the glass because it can cut your organs...
[Mae whimpers]
...but we'll replace it... gracias... with...
a cape.
[Mae retching]
Sorry, is this, uh...
It's garbage, amor. Mm-hm.
Oh! [retching]
And now the final touch.
[sings tune]
[laughs]
It's pigeon feather. New York pigeon. I love.
No, I can't. I'm sorry.
No. That's... get it out, get it out of my hair.
Oh, it's a pigeon. Oh.
[squeaks]
Oh!
- Okay, yeah. - Mae!
[Mae] That is dangerous.
- What? Mae? - [Mae] Oh!
Honey, be... be careful with your organs.
Mae. Hey!
What the hell is going on with you?
First of all, you're late, which by the way is humiliating.
You are a reflection of me.
I needed to get out of there.
You know, a lot of people would kill
to get to go to the Met Gala dressed in--
Garbage? Dressed in legitimate garbage?
It's the theme, Mae. Okay. It's all part of the...
the thing. It's a spectacle.
Also, who was that?
- [Eric] Who was who? - The girl.
- Libby? - Talking to you on the couch.
Yeah.
My... my assistant.
Honestly, Mae, what is going on with you?
I know that you say MDMA helps you
escape your depression or whatever,
you know, like... like it numbs the pain,
it makes you feel like there's an escape.
There have been studies, okay, it impacts memory loss and...
God, Libby? You're not even recognizing Libby anymore?
Oh.
I was literally telling her what time your...
your present could be picked up
so I could surprise you with it when we got home.
- But-- - And just the fact
that you said nothing to me this morning.
No "happy anniversary", no "I love you."
Oh, my God, it's him.
Oh, my God. [laughs]
Can I take a picture with you?
- Hi. All right. Bring it in. - Oh, my God! Me too, me too.
Sure, yeah. Bring it in.
- Individual, so like, solo. - And then a group one.
Sure.
[squeals] Oh, my God!
You're so hot, I'm dead.
- [Eric sighs] - Oh, my God! [squeaks]
Do you need a minute, or are you good?
- Just take it! - Okay.
Okay, sure. And a group shot I guess.
What is this? These are...
- [laughs] Can you go higher? - Huh?
Like a higher angle, just like--
I heard you. I just, I can't...
my physical person just doesn't get higher than this.
Okay, great. Thank you so much. Take care. Lovely to meet you.
[girl] Can I get your number? I'll be 18 in June.
[Mae] Eric?
I'm, uh, I'm gonna go for a walk.
I'll see you at home.
[girls laughing]
[girl] Oh, my God! I can't believe it!
[keypad beeping]
[line ringing]
- Mae, how you feeling? - What?
It couldn't have been easy to see those pics of Eric
with that cocktail waitress last year.
- Um... - And that lady from France,
or that other cocktail waitress.
I... I, uh...
I assume you haven't taken a picture together in a while.
Is it true you're going to rehab?
Please leave me alone.
Because that footage of you at Burning Man is iconic.
Go away!
When you dropped LSD after dropping out of that plane,
naked and weeping, it was so sad and so hot.
It kinda reminded me of the time
when Fergie pissed herself on stage.
And now that I think about it,
that lady in France that Eric had sexted
was a cocktail waitress.
Go away!
Fuck, go away!
Go away!
You're as crazy as everybody says you are.
What the fuck are you all looking at?
[phone ringing]
- Gina? - [Gina] Are you okay?
That video of you assaulting the paparazzi
is kind of everywhere right now.
- What? - I mean, it's cool,
'cause fuck those guys, but in such close proximity
to what US Weekly is deeming your
castaway catastrophe,
it's kind of an all-around violent look for you, babe.
- Listen, Gina, I need your help. - No.
I am not getting you drugs.
Besides, you have enough MDMA at your home
to throw your own raves, don't you?
No, okay, can you come meet me?
Babe, you know I have a wedding tonight.
The full-blown nightmare.
But I will meet you first thing tomorrow.
- Um-- - Oh, shit, wait.
I got a brunch date with the podiatrist I met on Twitter.
[chuckles] He is super political.
- Um-- - But you know what? It's okay.
It's okay. I can reschedule it.
This at the very least seems like a code yellow.
No, Gina.
I'll bring you bagels and vodka,
and you could cry on my lap, okay?
I love you Mae Day, my Mae Bae. Gotta bounce.
No!
[indistinct chatter]
[door opens]
- [door closes] - [keys jingle]
Hey.
You opened it.
Yeah. Thanks.
Uh, I think we need to talk.
- You wanna sit? - Yeah.
[Eric] Um, I just...
I don't know what's going on with you,
but I'm feeling pretty flooded.
- Um... - You just feel so distant.
And...
I know me going on tour brings up a lot of shit for you.
I, uh--
I promise you I've learned from my mistakes.
- Uh-- - Listen, I know...
that I'm not perfect, but I'm trying.
- Eric. - Mae, please.
- Just let me finish. - Yeah.
I work really hard at trying to be
a good partner for you.
I make the time and the effort. And you just...
I just don't see you doing the same.
And it's like, you are so unhappy
no matter how hard I try.
I just don't know what I need to do anymore
to earn your trust again.
Eric.
I need to be totally honest with you.
I don't know where I am.
- [sobs] - I know.
I don't know where you are either.
You're just so far away.
No, no, no. Like, uh...
this isn't my life. [sobs]
Oh, my God.
Honestly, Mae, this is the problem.
You can never be satisfied.
- No, please. - Look, I'm sorry
I don't have a fucking nine-to-five...
That's not what I'm saying.
...and we can't just sit on the couch all night,
but this is what you signed up for.
- You don't like me? - No!
- You don't like who I am? - That's not--
That's fine. But the fact is really,
you don't like who you are.
And you know what's even scarier?
I don't think you even know who you are.
No, please. You don't understand.
No, I just don't think I can convince you
to want to be here anymore.
[sobs] Eric.
[somber music playing]
[sobbing]
What is happening to me?
[sobbing]
♪ Everywhere is Somewhere, baby ♪
♪ So can't you see ♪
♪ We're in the middle Of something ♪
♪ Nowhere just means Knowing nothing ♪
♪ Of where you've been Or where you're going ♪
♪ Feels harder ♪
[music continues]
♪ You're a sight to see This early morning ♪
♪ Getting lost In my own neighborhood ♪
[on video] For thousands of years,
scientists and laymen alike
have been decoding the mystery behind dreams.
Thousands of years ago, mystics believed that dreams...
Oh, my God, what the fuck?
...were a reflection of a parallel universe,
a universe resided by ghosts and spirits.
What is that, a ferret?
[on video] ...ghosts and spirits theory,
they have in fact agreed
on the existence of many more universes
other than our own, are all but...
[notification beep]
[muttering]
Who are you?
♪ It's all, all, all... ♪
♪ Or nothing ♪
♪ It's all, all, all... ♪
♪ Or nothing ♪
♪
Oh, God!
[music continues]
- [vibrating] - Oh! Oh, God!
Oh, yes.
Mm.
Jesus!
Hmm.
Guess this is who I am.
Looking for an escape.
Guess this is who I always was.
[mysterious music playing]
- [screaming] - [babble of voices]
You need to leave me the fuck alone.
You treat me like a piece of shit!
Yes, because you are a piece of shit!
[argument continues]
Vanessa.
[argument continues]
[woman] I married you despite you
fucking other people for a living.
Oh, my God, it isn't fucking--
[argument continues]
- Vanessa. - Who is this?
- I have no idea. - This is her?
No, I've never seen this fucking bitch in my life.
We work together.
Is this the bitch from the scene?
No, no, no, the museum.
Does she look like she's in fucking porn to you?
Porn? No.
- Vanessa. - You're lying to me!
Oh, my God, you are fucking mental.
[screaming]
I haven't come with you in seven months.
- Six! - She gets me. She gets me off.
I'm gonna kill her!
- [Vanessa] Oh, my. - [Mae screams]
This is not her. I don't know who this woman is.
How dare you?
Stop lying to me it was the best thing
I ever fucking did.
I fucking loved you, you fucking cunt.
Vanessa!
- Hey! - [shouting continues]
Hey, I'm Mae Cannon and this is not my life!
[punch thrown]
[indie music plays]