[sirens wailing]
[upbeat music playing]
Ugh. Oh, my God. What is this shirt?
Is that a negligée?
Oh, she's pure trash.
Oh, tight. [grunts]
Keys, keys.
[squeals]
[upbeat music playing]
[groans] Fucking doors.
[pants] What!?
You've gotta be kidding me. Come on.
- [phone rings] - [gasps]
- Gina? - Hi, bitch. I need your advice.
So, I'm seeing this person.
They're non-binary and they're fine.
I want them to want me.
But, like, it's a refresh. I'm trying to find my, like,
voice, you know, aesthetically speaking,
when it comes to like
how mask-presenting I might wanna be?
Okay. Listen, Gina. I need you to come meet me.
- What? - It happened.
Just like I told you it would.
What happened?
I slept with that guy on Tinder.
You did what now?
Yeah, that disgusting dude? I slept with him,
and woke up the next morning and we were married.
Wha... Hold on, hold on.
I can't... I can't hear you.
Sorry, I thought you said you banged a dude
and woke up married to him?
Yes. That is what I said.
Please, just try to remember, okay?
Remember what I told you about my pussy?
Uh, that sometimes it gets dry
depending on how much sugar you've eaten?
What? No.
So, the alcohol. Candida's real, ma.
It's a silent killer.
Listen, I need to find Elijah.
Who's Elijah?
My husband.
Okay. April Fool to you, too.
Your husband's name is Nick Santorelli.
He makes a shit-ton of money. He's a garbage person.
But he did get me that camera for my birthday,
so I try not to judge.
Gina, I need you to come meet me at the Radner Museum.
Honey, I ain't got time
- to look at art today. - Please.
These grapes are not gonna crush themselves.
Just trust me. Come.
What-what are we doing?
- Huh. - Huh?
Um... I can explain later.
Uh, or now. Now feels like good time.
Okay. Open your purse.
You need a mint?
I only got the organic kind. They don't really work.
No, no, no. Gina, just, just open your purse
and we'll look inside.
Oh, don't you... okay. Don't touch that.
Shit.
[Gina] Oh, my God.
I know you did not just throw my shit on the floor.
Those crystals are not cheap, babe.
Shit!
It didn't transfer over.
You're here, but it didn't transfer with you.
- Gina. - Hello. Hey, wait.
- Just follow me, Gina. - Hey, wait. Where are you going?
Where you going?
You're not gonna clean this shit up?
Honestly, you're lucky my purse is organized
or I'd be tight right now.
Sorry, I just... I can't lose this guy.
What about this guy? 'Cause you came pretty close.
Also, can we take, like, baby breaks?
You know, to gather ourselves? Hydrate?
Are you seriously drinking wine right now?
It's 11:00 in the morning.
I'm sorry, are you judging me when you, not five minutes ago,
dumped all my shit out on the street and walked away?
What crawled up your ass and took a dump?
You day drink as, like, a profession.
What? No, I don't.
You offered me cocaine at your niece's christening.
I what?
Yeah. And anyway, drinking wine is literally my job,
which I left with the quickness
because you told me to meet you at some random museum
nobody goes to, with zero other relevant details.
And even though, if I remember correctly,
it was me who called you asking for help.
[sighs] I know. I just... Gina, I need you to trust me.
Yeah, you keep saying that, but at a certain point,
I'm gonna have to ask a few more questions, you know?
The most pressing being...
why are we following the Dalai freaking Lama?
If I try to explain it to you, you're not gonna believe me.
But I need answers,
and I think he's the only one who can give them to me.
[whimsical music playing]
Twist.
Who knew the life of a monk was so normcore?
[Gina] Monks do taxes?
[Mae] Monks are just like us.
Except they don't fuck nobody.
Makes more sense than you'd think.
Is that a dig?
What? No.
Okay, good. 'Cause I'm trying to get to a place
where I'm like, more sex positive or whatever.
Yeah, that's fine.
No, actually it's not fine. It sucks.
Sorry, can we circle back to this?
Okay. Wow. Okay. Yeah, let's just circle back
to this epically painful journey in my life.
- Oh, my God. - You know what?
I've been single for literally ever.
I make no money. I--
Gina, really. That wasn't a dig. I was talking about me.
Mm-hmm, yeah.
I was... I wasn't judging you.
You know, that'd be a first.
What is that supposed to mean?
You're like the most judgmental person I know.
Nothing's ever good enough for you.
Nothing ever satisfies you. It's... Never mind.
Oh, my God. So, you're gonna cry now?
Sorry.
Even though I'm the one that's telling you I'm hurt.
I know, I'm sorry. I'm sorry.
[sobbing]
All right, all right, all right, all right, all right, all right.
Calm down, calm down, calm down.
- Hey, breathe, breathe. - Okay.
I'm sorry, that was harsh. I'm on my period.
Babe, it's my second day.
It's just... you're right.
I... I can't ever be, um...
probably will never. Ever.
Hey, what's going on with you?
Can you just tell me what this is all about?
It's just that... No matter how many times
I try to explain it, it's not gonna make sense.
How do you know that?
Because I've... I've tried already.
What are you talking about?
This the first time I'm hearing about this.
Exactly.
[phone dings]
- Oh, my God. Mae. - Uh?
Mae... Um... I... [sobbing]
What? Oh, my God, Gina. What? What? What?
Mae, um...
What, Gina? What is it? What?
[crying]
Nick is dead.
Oh!
Yeah.
Nick, your husband.
He's... he was hit by a bus this morning.
Yeah.
Is this the first stage of grief?
Are you in shock?
No. Um...
I know.
- You know? - Yeah, I saw it happen.
- What? - This is what I've been
trying to tell you.
- Hold on. You saw him die? - Gina, none of this is real.
No, don't you beg. You saw your husband die,
and then you called me and mentioned none of it,
and then asked me to go on some monk chase with you?
This, this is real.
This is as real as it fucking gets, Mae...
No. Gina, it's not, I promise.
I... Who are you?
It's not real. Please.
- What? - I can explain it to you.
I just... I don't know.
I don't know how to process this.
Please. Gina. Gina. Gina, please.
[shouts] Gina!
Fuck!
[whimsical music playing]
[sighing deeply]
Shit!
[speaks in foreign language]
[Vanessa] Hi. Table for one?
Oh, I'm sorry. Is someone joining?
Uh... no.
Okay. Well...
Excuse me. Could I actually sit there?
Wherever you like.
Hi...
[muttering in foreign language]
- Hi. - [muttering in foreign language]
Oh.
[continues muttering]
- Hi. Excuse me. - Hello.
Oh, hello. Um, I'm sorry to bother...
[monk] You're sorry?
- Well, yes. - Why are you sorry?
Just because I know you don't know me.
- I know you. - You do?
Yeah, yeah.
Um, I-I am from the museum, the Radner.
We worked on that show together. I'm a curator--
You are a human being.
I am a human being. We are known to each other.
Oh. Right.
Um...
[stammering nervously] W-well... um, the-the thing is--
Breathe.
Oh! I... [takes deep breaths] I... think... I'm... being...
trans...
- [monk chuckles] - ...ported.
Breathe in quiet.
Okay.
[exhales loudly]
You are transported between worlds.
Yes.
This is the essence of meditation.
Oh, but like, uh, no. But like, actually.
What have you found?
Uh, I... that, uh...
I guess that I can't seem to feel at home in any of them.
You're an island.
- [Mae] Uh... - Have you been?
To an island?
The closest I've been are the ones
in the middle of an avenue.
Even better.
Do you operate from this place?
I guess, yeah.
I've always been a bit of a loner.
The thing is that, um,
the only constant is my best friend.
Uh, she's there, every time.
And I'm thankful for it, but I can't understand why,
and now I've lost her, too.
I mean, I've, I've lost everything.
You met as children?
In foster care.
Is she suffering?
Yes.
Are you suffering?
Yes.
Is there room for her suffering in you?
You're so loyal to your suffering, hm?
You are seeking comfort. The comfort of knowing.
But life is in the unknowing.
Desire is discomfort.
It is the space between the wanting and the getting.
Do you know this space?
This space is your teacher.
If you can embrace it without shame
or guilt or clinging,
you can begin to live.
But what if I'm not supposed to be here?
What if I'm supposed to go back?
There's no going back, only forward.
Only now.
[upbeat music playing]
Um...
You take care of yourself, okay?
Hey.
Do you have someplace to stay tonight?
Here you go.
You... you sure?
[music continues]
[laughter]
[music continues]
[phone trilling]
[on voicemail] Hey, it's Gina. Leave a message.
[Mae] Gina, hey, it's me.
I just wanted to say I'm sorry.
I promise this will all make sense one day.
[upbeat music playing]
You need a blanket? I have extra.
Yeah. Thank you so much.
[music continues]
♪ Bye-bye ♪
[door creaks open]
[steady footsteps]
[door closes]
Hi.
Yeah, you. Hi.
[chuckles] Is this weird?
I just wanted to say hi.
Come here.
[steady footsteps]
Sit down.
Doesn't take a rocket scientist.
[thuds to floor]
[chuckles]
Oh.
You have to come closer.
Closer.
Even closer still.
Hey...
[clears throat]
Why is Fidel Castro here?
Why wouldn't he be?
[heavy breathing]
[perky music playing]
[door bangs shut]
[crowd roaring]
[heavy breathing]
[gasps]
What the fuck.
Sorry, don't have any.
Here you go.
Oh, um...
It's okay, really. Take it.
No, I-I...
Okay, well, if you're too proud to take the money,
I could at least buy you an egg sandwich.
I'm gonna get one anyway.
My mom always says it's important to give back.
Oh, yeah.
She's a doctor, so she's, like, always giving.
Wow.
Yeah, she's my idol.
- That's amazing. - Yeah.
How do you like your school?
Oh, God, I love it.
I know that's not like the cool thing to say,
but I have great teachers and friends,
and this boy, like, just asked me out.
- Really? - Yeah, it was pretty cute.
He had this picnic set up, and I saw it from a distance
and, I don't know, I...
You turned around?
No, God, no. I just got super nervous.
Thought I was going to puke.
I don't know why I freak out
when someone shows me that they care like that.
But, no, I got myself together and sat down, and it was...
we had a really nice time.
- Wow. - Yeah.
What's the moral of that story?
Um, I don't know.
[shopkeeper] Bacon, egg, and cheese?
Hey, it was, uh, nice talking to you.
Yeah.
Yeah, it was really nice talking to you, too.
Hey, thanks.
[door beeps]
[somber music playing]
Thank you. Thank you. Thank you.
[exhales]
[dog barking]
Beautiful night.
[exhales]
[phone rings]
Gina, hi.
Oh! Sorry. I'm sorry.
[Gina on phone] Mae?
My head was buried in my phone, that's my bad.
Guess that's what I get for not being in the moment.
Mae?
Sorry, do I know you?
Hello?
You look so familiar to me.
No, I... I don't think so.
Mae?
Maybe you just got one of those faces.
Mae!
Maybe it's a past life thing.
Are you fucking kidding me?
[disconnects call]
[Mae chuckles]
This is forward.
Do you want to get a drink with me?
Oh! I'm actually not drinking, but...
Oh, okay.
Yes.
[classic soul music]
♪ Anyone ♪
♪ You can blame me ♪
♪ Try to shame me ♪
♪ And still I'll care for you ♪
♪ You can run around ♪
♪ Even put me down ♪
♪ Still I'll be there for you ♪
[song fades]