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Shhh.
You know our love was meant to be,
the kind of love that lasts forever.
And I want you here with me.
From right now until the end of time.
You should know everywhere I go.
Always on my mind.
In my heart, in my soul.
Baby, you're the meaning in my life.
You're the inspiration.
You bring feeling to my life.
You're the inspiration.
Wanna have you near me.
I want to have you hear me saying.
No one needs you more than I need you.
Okay, wow.
That was very nice.
Very nice.
Okay, next person up, we have Griffin Neffley.
Nafly? Griffin Nafly, everybody. Put your hands together.
Thank you.
Today I'll be performing an excerpt from my new play...
"Regrets of Autumn"
Harriet, I'm home.
Oh, how was your day?
Oh, you know, just another busy day
working down on Wall Street.
Right.
What?
Oh, nothing. It's just...
you've been working a lot lately.
Well, what am I supposed to do?
New York City costs money.
Living on Central Park West costs money.
And your liquor store bills cost money.
Don't turn this around on me.
Harriet, you know you're not supposed to be drinking on your medication.
Oh, so you're a doctor now too, huh?
Just tell me her name, Walter.
I don't need this.
What about what I need? I'm your wife.
After 20 years, does that not mean anything?
Of course it does.
Then who is she?
Some skank from the secretarial pool?
Listen, Harriet,
I'm sorry that our marriage didn't turn out the way you wanted.
But you can't keep blaming me
for everything that went wrong with your life.
The miscarriages were not my fault.
How dare you!
Where are you going?
Any place without you is better than here.
Oh... and one more thing, Walter.
They weren't miscarriages.
They were abortions.
They were abortions!
Thank you.
Yeah, it went great.
Nice.
Yeah, I mean, I just...
you know, I don't really think teenagers are like
our target demographic. But...
yeah, good.
So, uh, how was your last day?
It was fine.
Except they forced me to participate in some relay race.
Literal torture.
Griffin, dinner!
Sorry.
Helen.
So, I have the cast list in a .txt doc,
made the poster on Canva, and I have a spreadsheet for the rehearsal schedule.
But I can just send them to you as PDFs.
Um...
Yeah, sure.
Great.
And you've confirmed everyone for the production meeting tomorrow morning, yes?
Oh, um...
Yeah!
It's just 8 AM.
Might be a little early.
Why?
I just think some people might be going out tonight.
Maybe noon is better.
10 AM is as late as I'm willing to push it.
Okay, cool.
Great.
And you'll confirm that with everybody like...
right now?
Yes, Griffin.
Great.
Confirmed.
Honestly, I could use any help I can get.
It's just... it's such a mess back there.
Hi, I'm going to need a ride to Java Joe's tomorrow at 10. Thanks.
Sorry, just, um...
uh, what?
I am going to need a ride.
What for?
We're having our first Regrets of Autumn meeting.
Okay, Peg, I'm sorry.
I have to go, but just tell him tomorrow is great.
And thanks again.
Okay, so you're going to be producing...
another play out of our basement this summer.
This was all in the mass email I sent out...
- 10 days ago. - Yes, I know. I did read it.
It's just, I'm going to be working so much.
And I can't have your father coming home to a mess.
We won't make a mess.
- God! - Okay, just...
Sweetie, don't you want to do...
other things this summer?
Like use the pool, or...
or maybe ride that bike we got you, or...
I don't know, anything other than just
sitting in this house all day working on your plays.
- No. - Okay.
I'll be at the door at 9:45.
Thanks.
Oh my god, you're so drunk.
- I'm so drunk. - I'm so drunk.
Dude,
oh my god.
It's so good.
We were so drunk.
Hey, sorry I'm late.
Helen overslept, of course.
Oh, all good.
Oh my god, my mom's gonna kill me!
- What's funny? - Oh, nothing.
It's just...
Tyler's sister bought us a hard seltzer last night.
Tyler!, Woo!
I'm still hungover.
Oh, fun.
Uh, so anyways, we have some news.
Kara?
Yeah, cool.
- So... - So I wrote a play.
Kara's going to direct it,
and we want the three of you to star.
Cool!
You finished a whole play?
Uh, yes.
Thank you.
What's it about this year?
Well, I'm still like, figuring it out, but
basically, it's "Who's Afraid of Virginia Woolf" meets
"American Beauty".
Nice.
Yeah, um, so Winnie, you'll be playing Harriet,
a stay-at-home, barren alcoholic
who's married to Walter,
a Wall Street banker slash serial adulterer
played by Tyler.
Cool.
And, uh, Pam, you'll be playing Walter's social-climbing mistress, Scarlett.
Sweet.
Right, um, so I know we've done
other small shows in my basement before...
but, um...
this is a full two acts.
I mean, like, we're going to rent a real theater somewhere
outside of Borwood...
like...
over in New Harbor, or...
Edgar Town, or...
wherever, and we just...
you know, we really want to do everything totally off-Broadway:
equity, professional level.
Helen!
Where are my LUNA Bars?
I mean, I look at everything.
It feels like a lot.
Um,
but yeah, like around the pool is obviously just a mess,
and then, um...
Oh, Griffin, you're back.
Kara's dad gave me a ride.
Okay, yeah, great.
Um,
this is Brad.
Mrs. Rizzo's son.
He's going to be helping me around the house this week.
Uh, hi.
Sorry, LUNA Bars?
Uh, yes, they are above the... fridge.
And I have an open house today,
so you can just use my Venmo to order dinner.
Right.
That's not how Venmo works.
What?
Uh...
hi, sorry.
Hey!
Uh... hi.
Sorry, could you like...
not?
What?
Like...
I work from home.
Do you have, like, headphones
or something?
Thanks.
Sorry.
When Todd travels for work,
like, how often do you guys talk?
- You... really? - Hi.
I need you to fire the pool boy.
No, hold on. Sorry. What?
Tool person. Whatever.
Brad?
Why? What's wrong with him?
He's making a noise.
Art comes from a quiet place.
- I'm sorry? - Just get rid of him, please.
Sweetie, with your dad gone, I... I need help around the house.
It's my house, too.
I have work to do, and I can't just keep...
I can't. Okay, I'm sorry.
Right, but are those calls or texts?
Okay, you're just chatting.
Oh, hi.
Hey!
Uh, hi. Sorry I haven't emailed you yet.
It's just been a fucking nightmare here.
I just... I really think you're going to have to read the script with everybody else tomorrow.
Oh, uh, that's okay.
What's wrong?
Nothing.
I've just been hearing
from some of the cast
about the rehearsal schedule you sent out.
And yeah, all good.
I just don't think it's going to work.
What do you mean?
I mean...
Griffin, you scheduled 60 hours of rehearsal a week.
It's the equity standard.
Totally.
But Tyler has science camp and...
Winnie's doing "Godspell" at the Community Center.
Also...
so this isn't definite yet.
But...
Remember that guy Kevin who played his guitar at my birthday?
Well, he asked me if I want to go with him
to his family's beach house in Maine this summer.
And I haven't said yes yet.
And it wouldn't be for long.
Just a couple weeks.
Maybe three.
Hello?
I mean, when I was writing "The Nine Deaths of Esmeralda,"
we would do scenes in my basement, like most days.
Right. But...
we were all like 12 then.
Shoot.
I have to go. Um,
but let me take a stab at the schedule and...
We can talk more before the read-through tomorrow?
I still think we can make this work.
Uh... hi.
Hey.
So, um, look, I'm...
I'm sorry if I was, like, rude...
yesterday.
- Whatever. - Okay, great.
So, um, do you know how to, like, move things?
Um, so, yeah, I just need the couch, like, there.
Thanks.
You gonna help?
Oh, right.
Sorry.
One, two, three.
Also, like, maybe those two right there?
That good?
Uh, what? Yeah.
No, that's... that's great.
Sorry. Science camp party was a rager.
Uh, that's okay.
Here's your script.
Um, okay.
So...
"Regrets of Autumn,"
a new play by Griffin Nafly.
Lights up on Harriet and Walter's Central Park West apartment,
covered in dust, newspapers, and the irremovable stench
of their own faded dreams.
Harriet, 50-ish and intoxicated, enters in a bathrobe.
Walter,
where's my scotch?
Walter!
Harriet, it's nine o'clock in the morning.
Why do you care?
I care because I'm your husband.
You're my wife.
What kind of a husband
can't even get his own wife pregnant?
Harriet, you know you're barren.
You're the barren one.
That's my mom. Bye!
Yeah, Okay. See you guys next weekend.
- Okay, bye! Bye! - Have a nice weekend!
Bye!
Hey!
So...
that was...
good.
It wasn't.
- It wasn't? - No.
But I guess I'll have plenty of time to write,
since we're only rehearsing two days a week, like some fucking church theater troupe.
Okay.
Uh...
Oh, um, that's me.
Um...
so actually, I had this one idea.
Um, maybe it'd be interesting if Harriet leaves Walter
instead of the other way around.
Um, like, sort of a twist?
Or maybe not. Um...
I'll email you.
Uh, see you next weekend.
Uh, hi.
Hey.
Sorry, just, like...
who are you again?
What?
You're like a handy person.
Fuck no.
I'm...
I'm just trying to get some money together to get back to New York.
Wait, New York?
Uh, like, like New York City or...
Sorry, kid, I just gotta finish this after fucking up out back.
Oh, uh, yeah, right, of course. Uh, sorry.
I mean...
you actually don't have to.
Helen buys them in bulk.
You can just...
throw the old ones out.
Oh.
Thanks.
You're welcome.
So, uh,
I was... I was thinking
that I was gonna take a break from my work.
I didn't know if, like, you maybe wanted to join.
We have smart water, vitamin water...
Yeah, I gotta head out.
We also have whiskey.
Damn.
Yeah.
You sure your mom won't notice?
Oh, uh, no. They're my dad's.
Helen's only into chardonnay and, like...
Klonopin.
Glass?
Uh, yeah, def.
Uh, are you hungry?
We have, like, cold cuts, softer cheeses.
Whatever.
Okay.
So, uh,
when you said that you lived in New York, you meant, like...
New York City, New York, right?
Wow.
Sorry, that's... that's just
where I'm moving the day I turn 18.
What neighborhood did you live in?
Upper East, Upper West...
Bushwick.
Cool.
What's that?
It's, like...
East Brooklyn.
Oh, nice.
Yeah, I'm open to living in Brooklyn.
What... what did you do there?
I'm a performance artist.
What?!
Amazing!
So, like, is that singing or dancing or...?
Nah. More like...
happenings.
Awesome.
The stars!
The stars are so bright!
I think I can see the Big Dipper.
Nothing like stars in Central Park.
Thanks for asking me out, Walter.
I really needed a break from my studies.
Of course.
You're a singing major?
Yes.
And what about you?
Well, I'm a stock market major,
but in my soul, I'm an artist.
Wow.
Yeah.
Well, I guess you should probably head back to my apartment in Bushwick.
That's East Brooklyn.
Right.
Yeah, me too.
Okay. Uh, you don't have to do the kissing now.
Yeah.
That was great, you guys.
These new scenes are so good.
And so romantic.
Yeah, no.
What?
This stuff is just flashback,
so now the show is even darker
because you see their love turn into hate.
Thank you.
- Bye! - Bye!
Oh, hi!
Sup?
Hi, I was just looking for you. We just finished rehearsal.
Nice.
Yeah, I wrote two new scenes last night, and, oh...
Uh...
what... what are you doing?
I'm going swimming. It's fucking 98 degrees outside.
Fuck me!
So, uh, I have a full draft of my play now,
and I was just wondering if you'd want to, uh...
Hey!
I mean, uh,
it obviously still isn't finished yet. I just...
you know, I wanted your thoughts sooner than later.
It's like...
so fucked.
Is...
that a good thing?
Like Harriet.
Just when you think she can't get any drunker,
she gets even drunker.
Yes, right, yes!
And like the way you flash back to them young and in love...
it just makes the whole thing even more...
fucked.
Exactly!
Sorry, man. I...
I thought this was gonna be some like...
Borwood kiddie shit.
Oh, no, no, no, no, no. I...
I hate that stuff too.
That shit...
too.
Shit.
I...
I want to show you something.
Okay, so like...
this is just a clip.
Okay.
And like,
my dumbass friend Damien did a shit job filming it.
Okay.
House.
Parents.
Baby.
House.
Parents.
Baby.
House.
Parents.
Baby.
House.
Parents.
Baby.
House.
Parents.
Baby.
House!
Parents!
Baby!
Oh!
Uh, what...
what was that?
My last show in New York.
Oh, uh...
Wow.
Thanks.
So you liked it?
Oh, uh, yeah. Yeah, def.
So, uh, what... where... what theater was that?
Like...
Roundabout?
Oh.
Yeah, no.
None of the hacks in New York got it, so...
I just found a space.
Used my own money to put it up.
Oh, nice.
Like all my money.
Sorry, just like...
what specifically...
did you like about it?
Oh, uh...
I guess...
like...
baby?
Knock, knock.
We're fine.
Okay, um...
Well, I was just...
going to bed, so...
Just, um, here's your check, Brad.
Thanks.
Sorry I didn't, like...
do more.
That's... that's okay.
You did some.
Bye.
Okay.
Okay. Um...
Well, good night.
Good night.
Bye.
I'm drunk.
Oh, uh,
yeah, okay, I'll see you tomorrow.
Yeah, no.
What?
Last day.
Oh.
Thanks for the booze, man.
Yeah, of course.
Well, see ya.
Yeah.
Wait, sorry.
Just, like...
before you go, I just...
I wanted to say, like...
if people in New York didn't understand your show, then...
they're just a bunch of shitheads.
Thanks.
Well...
- see ya later. - Oh, really?
What?
Oh, um, no, sorry, it's just...
you said "see ya later."
I did?
You did.
Yeah.
Like, text me?
Can I... yeah.
Okay, there, I texted myself.
Now we have each other's numbers.
Nice.
Well...
- see ya... - later, yep.
See ya later.
Hey...
so that went well?
Yeah, slightly less horrific.
So, listen,
I emailed most of the theaters in New Harbor or wherever, but...
most of them, like,
want money.
Did you tell them that we're a not for profit?
Honestly, it just kinda seems like they want to talk to an adult.
So, do you think that your mom could call them, or...?
Uh...
doubtful.
Right.
Uh, but it's cool.
I'll just have Brad do it.
Sorry. Who's Brad?
Oh, uh, yeah, he's just this performing artist friend of mine from New York...
- City. - Oh, okay.
Um...
and I don't know if you remember, but...
I'm leaving for Maine tomorrow.
But I was thinking I can def FaceTime into at least some rehearsals.
- Oh, uh, that's okay. - What?
Yeah, I can just run the blocked scenes while you're gone. Have a good trip.
Oh.
Okay.
Thanks.
- Bye. - Bye.
Bye, see you.
- Good rehearsal! - Yeah.
Okay. And what is he doing?
Oh.
Wow.
Brad.
The mailbox is full and cannot accept any messages at this time.
Goodbye.
Helen!
Hi.
Uh, hi.
Hey, uh, it's just so weird.
I was just walking by on my bike.
Huh.
Hey, do I owe you a text?
Oh, uh,
I don't know. Maybe.
But, um...
actually, this is... this is perfect.
Because, um... Sorry.
So. I have some news.
It looks like the New Harbor Art Center's gonna work out.
Nice. For what?
Uh, for Regrets.
Of Autumn?
My play.
Sorry, man. My edible just kicked in.
Oh, okay.
Yeah, it seats like 1,100, but...
I feel like with the right advertising campaign,
we can definitely get at least, like...
Hi!
Oh, uh, no, I'll just have water. Thanks.
What?
Oh, um...
Griffin, this is Chloe.
Um, Chloe, this is the kid whose house I was working on.
Oh, right! Oh, right!
The kid with the booze!
Oh, my God!
Oh, my God! Brad!
He's so adorable!
What?
You're so cute!
Thanks.
Yeah, and it has, like, five fly bars,
which I think we'll need, and
the seat quality isn't the best,
but apparently the sound system is all new, so...
Hmm.
So this is all for your school play?
No. No, this is for my play that I wrote and am doing.
What's it about?
Basically, it's...
about, like...
people who buy into the idea of love
and then just discover it's actually
a black hole of betrayal and despair.
Mm, fun. Hey...
have you ever seen Shrek the Musical?
- What? - Oh, my God, it's so good.
Our high school did it. Oh, my God!
Oh, my God! Brad, Brad, Brad,
Brad, Brad, Brad, Brad, Brad, Brad.
Okay, do you remember Mary Shea Whitehead?
Do you remember how she had, like, a leotard
and you could, like, see a camel toe through the leotard?
It was so bad.
It was so funny!
Right! My show is a play.
What?
A play.
Like...
no songs.
Nice.
Well...
if you need, um, a theater,
I can hook you up at the auditorium in Town Hall.
You work at Town Hall?
No, no, no. I cut hair.
At La Posh on West, you know?
But my Uncle Joey, he's the manager of Town Hall,
and he's always bitching about how no one uses the auditorium
for anything except, like, AA meetings or whatever.
Right. Um... thanks.
We're just...
we're really looking for more of a professional art space.
Mm-hmm.
Okay. Yep.
Oh, hold on.
Hello?
Yeah, we're still coming.
Hold on. Hold on. Sorry.
What? I can't... Hello? What?
Wait, what? Screaming Fetus already started playing. What?
Sorry, man.
We're just gonna see this
band in Chesterville later.
Right.
Sorry, the signal sucks ass in here.
Um...
sorry. Just, like...
who is this woman?
Who?
Chloe?
We just went to high school together.
Oh, uh, okay, good.
And then, like, started dating this past spring.
He loves me,
not you.
How dare you talk to me like that
in my own penthouse!
Why not?
You're nobody to him.
Just some housewife hag he got saddled with.
Ladies, please!
Scarlett, go wait in the town car.
So, she's your girlfriend now?
Harriet, you know I've been unsatisfied in our marriage.
Do you fuck her since you're not fucking me?
She does things for me that you won't do.
Sex things.
So...
do you love her?
What?
Do you love her?
I...
I don't...
No.
I don't know.
Sorry, line?
What's happening?
I forgot the line. Sorry.
- I love how she makes me feel. - I love how she makes me feel!
- Like a man. - Like a man!
- And I can't... - No!
Do not help him.
And I can't!
- Live like this anymore. - Live like this anymore!
Still me?
Nope.
That's the end of the scene.
Oh, good.
So...
what's up?
Yeah, sorry.
I was up late working on my potato clock.
Your what?
My potato clock.
It's a clock...
powered only by a potato.
I hate him!
Right. It was just one rehearsal.
No, it's not just one rehearsal.
He's always late. He's a paraphraser.
I mean, he's the lead.
He's supposed to set the tone for the entire company,
and he doesn't take it seriously.
Okay.
It's gonna work out. I promise you.
Kevin!
Kevin, that tickles, okay?
I'm on the phone.
What do you mean?
No, because I tried that already.
Well, this is longer than before. This is...
No, because he said he would be home by the 20th.
That's what he said.
I just don't know what to do.
I don't know what to do.
Hello?
Hi. Uh, sorry, I think I have the wrong house.
I'm looking for Brad Rizzo.
Oh, you have the right house.
You must be Helen Nafly's son.
- Griffin. - Uh, yeah.
Wow. I haven't seen you since you were little.
You're so handsome now.
I got it.
Oh, okay, sweetie.
I was just finishing up making your sandwich.
You need anything else?
Yeah. Maybe you could, like...
give me some fucking money.
Oh, now, sweetie.
Well, anyways,
great to see you, Griffin.
Uh, your mom seems nice.
- Dumb bitch. - Uh-huh.
So, um, sorry to just, like, show up like this.
Uh, I got your address from Helen's computer.
So, how have you been?
Fine.
Chloe's uncle got me some gigs
doing, like, odd jobs around town hall,
which sucks,
but it's decent scratch.
Cool. Yeah, that's actually what I came to talk about.
So, uh, Tyler left the show.
Who?
Tyler.
The guy who's been playing Walter in "Regrets of Autumn."
Yeah, he just quit, like, so unexpectedly,
and now we're in a huge bind, but,
I was...
thinking that...
maybe...
maybe you could do it?
You want me to act in your play?
Yeah. Yeah, why not? You said you loved the script.
Wouldn't that look, like...
weird if I'm married to a tween?
I'll cut the kissing, and, uh,
maybe that makes it more interesting.
You know, uh...
maybe Walter is the only adult...
in a world full of children.
Whoa.
Yeah, man. Sorry.
I gotta focus on earning money this summer.
Oh, it would be for money.
Then he texted back saying he didn't want to date,
or duet anymore.
Is she so devastated?
I would be.
They sang so nice together.
- Hi. - Hi. Hey.
Hey, uh, just a minor update. Tyler's left the show.
- What happened? - Is he okay?
Oh, um, yeah, he's fine, I guess.
Oh, sorry, just one second.
Hi.
Sorry I'm late.
Oh, no, it's fine.
Everybody, this is Brad.
Uh, he'll be playing Walter now.
Uh, Brad, these are your co-stars, Winnie and Pam.
Hey.
- Hey. - Hi.
Um, so this is for you.
Why don't we just take it from the top and I'll plug you in.
Okay.
Um, so this is the living room.
Entryway is here. This is the kitchen.
This is a kitchen table. This is an armchair.
Yeah, I got it.
Okay, ah, great.
So, ah...
places!
Okay.
Lights up.
Walter, where's my scotch?
- Walter! - Harriet, it's nine o'clock in the morning.
- What do you care? - I care because I'm your husband.
You're my wife!
What kind of a husband
can't even get his own wife pregnant?
Harriet, you know you're barren.
You're the barren one.
You know what?
I don't need this.
I support you, don't I?
I work 18 hours a day at a job I hate.
And this is the thanks I get!
- I gotta go. - It was nice to meet you.
- Yeah, nice to meet you. - Yeah, bye.
Have a good day.
Go, go, go.
Good?
Yes, amazing.
Cool.
Like...
incredible.
Thanks.
Um...
look, so I gotta go, but...
is there any way we could meet up
tomorrow afternoon and just go over some script stuff?
Like...
just the two of us?
Of course, yes, yes.
Okay.
See you then.
Yes, uh, see you then.
I was just about to call you.
Cool.
Um...
is everything okay?
Yeah, everything's great.
Why?
Tyler called me.
He says that you...
like, fired him over text?
Sorry, I meant to tell you.
I did, but it's all good.
Brad's doing the part now.
What?
Who's Brad?
I told you about Brad.
He's this performing artist from New York City,
and oh my God, Kara!
Everything just came to life.
Griffin, you can't just get rid of Tyler.
- Why not? - Because he's our friend.
He was really upset.
Kara...
Tyler's a hack.
Right, but I'm the director.
Don't I get any say?
How are you the director when you're not even here?
What?
We planned all year to do the show together.
And then you just... what?
You blow me off to go to the beach with your ugly boyfriend?
It's only been a couple of weeks.
Well, it feels like a lot longer.
It feels like you were never even here.
Brad's equity.
I'm equity.
So...
instead of Harriet and Walter fighting about him getting a job on Wall Street,
what if...
I pull some ticker tape out of my ear,
Harriet grabs it, she starts wrapping it around my throat.
It's strangling me. But also, she's strangling me.
With... with... with her misery and... and... and her disease, right?
Cause she's a fucking alcoholic?
What do you think?
Cool, yeah, yeah, let's try it.
Great.
Okay.
Page 42.
Let's cut Harriet's monologue about Walter's failed sculpting career.
Oh.
Uh, really?
Sorry, just why?
I mean, you can't just do this drama club shit anymore.
You can't?
Not if we eventually want to do the show in New York.
Uh, yeah, no, yeah, yeah, yeah, sure.
Great. So, cut the speech,
and instead,
what if I...
pull some rocks out of my mouth?
Nice.
Yeah.
Is everything okay?
Yeah, no.
Thanks for asking me to do this, man.
What? Yes, of course.
Hello?
Back here.
Sorry, uh, Chloe asked if we could use your pool today.
Hey, babe, the door's stuck.
But, like...
your mom's working till late, right?
The door's stuck, babe.
Uh.
Babe.
- That door's stuck. - You're nuts.
Your pool is so clean.
Thanks.
Um, sorry, I just have work to do.
What?
No, you're not going to swim?
Uh, no. There's, like...
melanoma.
Okay, just wait, um,
before you go. Sorry, um...
So, listen...
none of the girls in your play are, like, pretty.
Right?
What?
Sorry, I know they're, like, 12 or whatever, but it's just Brad,
you know, he has no idea how attractive he is,
and, like, everyone in high school was so in love with him, especially me.
And, uh, I trust him.
It's just, it's the other beach skanks in this town I don't trust,
so if you could just let me know
if there's any trampy tweens, I gotta worry about.
No.
You know, people can be really, like, judgmental,
but I don't think it's psycho if I, like,
check my hot boyfriend's phone every once in a while, right?
Right.
Wow.
You know, you're so easy to talk to.
I see why Brad likes you so much.
What about me?
Oh, my God, nothing!
Shut the fuck up. You're gross.
Oh, my God, I'm going to fucking kill you!
You just messed my hair!
You said that you were coming home.
- When did I say that? - You said it on the phone to me.
No, no, I didn't.
Okay, well, then you texted it to me.
Look, here, July 12th.
Talk soon. I screenshotted it.
Why would you screenshot it?
Originally, you said Chicago.
And then last week, you're charging things to the Boston DoubleTree.
Wait, I had to come back here for work.
Back here for work, but not to see your family.
I... What am I supposed to say?
I don't know who gives these... I don't care what you say!
I'm out in the world!
People are asking.
Griffin.
Hey, buddy.
How are you, son?
It's your... That's your dinner, honey. It's just right here.
Good to see you, pal.
I just can't keep making excuses for you. I can't.
No, then don't. Don't.
She's younger than me?
Don't you? Come on, don't do that.
Is she prettier? Is she just so much prettier than me?
- You really want to know? - Yes, I do.
Alright, fine. Fine. Yes, she is younger than you,
and she is prettier than you.
Alright?
I just want to get my shit and go.
Dear Brad,
I am writing this email,
because I can't hide
my feelings from you
any longer.
I'm in love with you.
I've been in love with you...
all summer.
I'm in love with your mind
and your talent.
But most of all,
I'm in love
with your body
and what it feels like
when you put your hard,
erect penis inside me.
I can't wait until your trash bag girlfriend goes away
so we can resume
having sexual intercourse on the beach.
Sincerely,
Glenn.
You bring it?
What?
Oh, um, yeah.
So, um...
what's...
what's happening?
Chloe dumped me.
Already?
What?
Uh, sorry, sorry, I mean, um...
why?
You know why?
Cause she's a fucking psycho.
I come out of the bathroom last night, she's got my phone,
she's screaming at me that I'm fucking other girls.
Oh, wow.
Uh...
have you been?
I mean, yeah.
Fuck!
Anyway, thanks for the booze.
Yeah...
yeah, of course.
Fuck this town, man.
Right.
You want to hear something pathetic?
You're probably like the closest thing I have left to a friend in this entire shit town.
I am?
I just thought my life was gonna be special.
You know?
But instead, I just ended up another...
loser back in Borwood.
What?
Brad,
you're not a loser.
You're like...
you're like the best thing that's ever happened to me.
It's late.
Okay, um, can we...
can we talk like this again, like,
sometime soon?
Maybe he's stuck in traffic.
He doesn't have a car.
- You're telling him. - No, you're saying it.
What?
Nothing. It's just, um, so we were talking,
and we just would really prefer to do the show with Tyler.
Are you serious right now?
It's just like we've been rehearsing with him all summer and
are just more comfortable with him.
Why, because you're in love with him?
What? No.
Look,
Tyler's dead.
Do you get it?
He's gone.
Um, okay.
But also, some of these script changes,
like Walter strips down to his underwear
and rubs mayonnaise all over his hairless muscled torso.
Like, my nana's coming to see this.
Well, I don't give a fuck about your nana!
Hey, Griffin.
Ooh, love you in stripes.
Uh, sorry, is Brad here?
Oh, no.
Uh, do you know when he'll be back?
Sorry, I just really need to see him.
Uh, no.
Brad moved back to New York yesterday.
What?
Yeah, sorry, he didn't tell you?
No, but...
he couldn't have. I just saw him. That's impossible.
Yeah, typical Brad,
picks up and moves back to New York on a whim.
Oh, I'm just so proud of him.
Hey, man.
So I just wanted to say sorry that I won't be able to do your play.
Chloe dumping me just
put a lot of things into perspective.
I realized if I didn't move back to Bushwick right now,
I might end up stuck in Borwood forever.
I'll try to pay you the money back when I get work.
But I also wanted to say thanks.
Without your encouragement,
I don't know if I ever would have found the guts to start making art again.
Peace.
Griffin, are you up?
Hey, I'm not mad, but, um...
do you know where the liquor is?
Griffin?
Uh, hello?
Hey, Kara. Hi.
It's, um, it's Helen, Griffin's mom.
Oh, uh, hi.
Hi.
Sorry, I just, um...
is, um, is Griffin with you?
Uh, no.
Okay, um...
have you heard from him?
Not recently, no.
Yeah, okay, um, it's just that his phone is off, or...
something.
Um, would you just, would you let me know if you, if you do hear from him?
Yeah, yeah, of course.
Okay, thank you. Thanks, hon.
Yeah.
This is good, I guess.
Hello?
Hey.
Hey, you answered.
Uh, yeah. What's up?
Uh, nothing.
Um...
I'm just...
I'm here.
You're where?
Uh, Bushwick?
Hi.
Uh, hi.
I made it.
Woo, those stairs.
Good evening.
Wow, um...
So this is your room?
Uh, yeah.
Nice.
Uh...
Yeah, the train wasn't bad at, you know...
The wifi was spotty, but...
- I just use my phone as a hotspot. - Griffin...
what are you doing here?
Um, so I wrote a monologue for the show.
- Griffin, uh... - Just read it.
Please!
Aloud.
Harriet, I can't hide my feelings any longer.
Before I met you,
I didn't think this kind of thing even existed.
That it was...
passing?
Possible.
That it was possible to meet another person who could completely change your life.
But ever since that night you showed me your solo show,
I feel you inside me...
all the time.
And even though I'm young,
I know how rare that is.
How rare it is to find what we have.
I only sent that email for Chloe to find
because I was afraid of losing you.
But I can't be afraid anymore.
Yeah, I don't know. It's still kind of corny.
Fuck!
It's about you.
I wrote it...
I wrote it about...
you.
What?
Look, uh,
I know that the age difference is a hurdle,
but, uh, I'll be 15 in April, and in some parts of Europe...
Hey, I'm not...
Is that why you're here?
And then we can get our own place and we can do
Regrets of Autumn here in New York, like we always dreamed.
Our own place? What are you talking about?
What email for Chloe?
- What? - You said I only sent that email for Chloe.
My Chloe?
Griffin, you did not send that... that... that...
Glenn Bennett email, huh?
- I didn't think it would work. - Fuck!
Brad, she wasn't like us, and if...
if... if... I hadn't done that, you'd still be in Borwood.
Now we're both in New York and we can make art together.
Yeah, I want you to leave.
What?
Look, I want you to go, now.
But, how...
- Have you not heard everything I just said? - I heard it. Please leave.
- I don't want to leave. - I don't care if you don't want to leave.
Get out!
- Brad... - Go!
Griffin?
Mom?
Where are you?
New York. I'm in New York.
What?
What? Why?
How did you get there?
Just...
I made a mistake.
House.
Parents.
Baby.
House.
Parents.
Griffin?
Did you sleep?
Do you want something to eat?
Do you want one of my Klonopins?
Honey.
Griffin...
you can't just disappear like that.
Do you know...
how scared I was?
Do you know...
what I thought?
Look...
I know this has been a shit summer.
With everything
happening with your dad, I have been very distracted.
But I don't want you to think...
that I care about him more than you.
That is not true.
That's never been true.
All right. I'll leave you to...
Sweetie.
I transferred Brad $800 from your bank account.
Okay.
Okay, honey.
Wow.
Yeah.
He's cute.
Yeah.
Why didn't you tell me about all this?
I mean...
we never like talk about...
that stuff.
We can.
Okay.
So, um...
how are...
things with...
Kevin?
Good.
They're good.
I mean...
he's just like...
very into sex and keeps wanting to put his tongue...
Actually no. Please stop. I beg you.
Look...
so...
I'm sorry that I was...
so mean about Kevin.
Such a jerk to you this summer.
It was just like...
hard.
Like...
suddenly having all of my friends disappear on me.
Like I want to drink hard seltzer too.
Right.
Of course.
It's just...
Griffin...
you said you wanted to do this play together.
Then any time I had an idea or said anything...
you just look like you wanted to die.
Or like you wanted me to die.
Well, I don't want you to die.
So...
the cast hates me?
They don't hate you.
I mean...
they'd probably even come back to the show if you apologized.
And...
meant it.
And so I just
wanted to say like...
I'm sorry for all the things that I said.
Um...
and...
I'd...
really like it if...
you all came back to the show.
Because...
you're my friends.
Right.
So...
we already talked about it and we're down to come back.
Okay. Great.
But...
What?
We were just wondering like...
shouldn't we be on the poster too?
What?
Like, if we're the ones actually doing the show...
shouldn't our names also be on there?
Well, uh...
Okay.
So I thought a fun way to start rehearsal
would be for you guys
to maybe ask us any questions you might have.
This would be great for maybe one of the fifties part...
Yeah, the party maybe.
Oh, cool!
Hey, it looks good.
Oh, I love it.
This building was built in 1923 actually.
Okay. Um...
and how many does it seat?
We got a hundred chairs, give or take the broken ones, so...
That's the smallest thing.
- They're called the thing. - Wait, Tyler, wait, wait, wait.
No.
Carpets the smallest.
No.
Moment of truth!
Okay, alright.
Hey!
- Woo! - We did it.
They're ready.
Oh my goodness! Isn't this party so divine?
Yes, it's so wonderful.
Oh, thank you! Thanks for coming!
- Thank you for inviting me. - Thanks for coming.
Hi, thanks for coming!
Thanks for coming! Thanks for coming!
- Oh! - So sorry.
Oh, no worries.
I'm a bit drunk too.
Hey, do I know you from college?
Yeah.
Thanks for hosting this great mixer.
Oh, of course.
Huh.
This apartment is so much nicer than mine.
I live in Bushwick.
Thanks! It's my grandmother's.
It's rent stabilized and she's dead.
- Walter. - Harriet.
Wow. Look at that sunset.
Nothing like sunsets in Central Park.
More wine?
Hmm, I probably shouldn't be drinking so much.
But what the hell?
What's the matter?
Nothing.
It's just...
I got another art rejection letter.
It's my tenth one this week.
And...
I don't know...
I was just thinking that maybe
I'd be special, you know?
Not just another loser.
Like my dad.
What?
Walter, you're not a loser.
Get a job!
I've been trying. I thought that on our wedding day,
you said you supported me making art.
I've been supporting you for five years.
I can't bring a baby into this environment.
What?
You can't bring a baby anywhere.
Not when you're drinking like that.
Get a job!
Harriet,
why can't you accept the reality that Walter and I are in love?
Why must you be such a hateful hag?
I'm a hateful hag because you've taken away my husband.
My only reason for living!
And just for the record,
just because he's fucking you doesn't mean that he loves you, whore.
Don't talk to Scarlett that way.
Why not? She's a whore.
- Whore! - She's not a whore. She's...
she's...
the mother of my unborn child.
Harriet...
we need to talk.
I'm leaving you.
I know this is going to be hard, but...
we both know that I never loved you anyway.
Well...
aren't you going to say something?
No...
because you're not leaving me.
I'm not?
No.
Because I'm leaving you.
What?
Walter,
before I met you, I never thought this kind of thing really existed.
Like it was possible to meet another person...
who could completely change your life.
But now I realize...
that you were never the love of my life.
You're just a cheater...
and a bad artist.
And I have to move on.
Oh, and one other thing, Walter.
They weren't miscarriages.
They were abortions.
They were abortions!
Wooo!
- Terrific job. - Thank you so much.
Thank you. Thanks for coming.
Thank you.
Sorry, Griffin, somebody in the lobby keeps asking for you.
Oh, uh, okay. Thanks.
Oh, hi.
Uh...
hi.
There you are. Oh, my God.
Thanks so much for coming.
Absolutely. You were great.
Thanks.
Oh, Mark.
This is my friend Griffin.
Griffin, Mark and I were in "Godspell" together.
Hey, Winnie, come here. I wanna take a picture.
- Sorry. - Come on!
Dad, can you stop?
Um...
congrats on the show.
Thanks.
I really wanted to check it out after your performance at the talent show.
Thanks.
Um, I really liked that song that you did.
Oh, yeah, that was... bad.
Yeah... it was.
My girlfriend made me do it.
Sorry, ex-girlfriend.
Hi.
Hey, Griffin, sweetie, no rush.
Just let me know when you're ready to go.
Oh, yeah, okay. Okay. Thanks.
Hi.
Um, sorry. We're having, like, a cast party back at my house.
Oh, cool.
Well, congrats again on the great show.
Do you, like, maybe want to come?
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