Good Girls Revolt (2015–…): Season 1, Episode 2 - The Folo - full transcript

I want to remind you
that this is a safe space...

...and the purpose of this exercise...

...is for you to acknowledge
the truth of your experiences.

Raise your hand if you've ever had a
sexual relationship with someone at work.

Okay-

Raise your hand if you've
ever slept with your boss.

If you're not sure if the man
you're thinking of is your boss or not...

...but you are sure you screwed him,
raise your hand.

Okay-

Next week, we'll try that
with your eyes open.

- Hi.
- All she wants to do is sing...



...from the moment she wakes up.

- You must be exhausted.
- Same time next week?

We alternate between here
and my friend's apartment one floor up.

Let me introduce you.

- Hi. Eleanor.
- Ariana.

- Would you like some?
- Let me rescue you from your staring.

You might start making
people uncomfortable.

I've just never been a part of
something like this before.

- How are you?
- Good. Thanks.

Okay-

Did you talk to Lenny
about the diaphragm?

I called my doctor,
and I'm getting a new one, so--

No.

I couldn't talk to Lenny.



I just couldn't.

I've never been married...

...but I guess I thought you could
talk to your husband about everything.

- Again, I wouldn't know.
- Yeah. No. Heh, heh.

She's terrifying.

- Who is she?
- Eleanor Holmes Norton.

She's an attorney from the ACLU.

She drops in on these meetings
to wake women up, so she says.

- How do you ladies know each other?
- We work together.

- At News of the Week.
- Ahh. Fancy publication.

Yeah. It's fun.
No day is ever the same as the next.

Oh, I wasn't as taken with it. I quit.

- Why?
- They don't let women write.

We do write files for the reporters
to help them with their stories.

So is that the role that you want?

Being of service to men?

It's the tradition there.

You know what else was a tradition?
Separate water fountains.

It's not like that.

If women aren't allowed the same
kinds of jobs as men, that's illegal.

- Illegal?
- Yes.

Ladies.

Circle back up for our final exercise.

Oh, and please bring your compacts.

We're going to be celebrating our
beautiful bodies by looking at our vulvas.

I think I'm gonna go.

- I'm gonna come with you.
- Okay.

You ladies have a case.
I want to talk to you more about it.

Did she just say "vulva"?

♪ Just like a buzzin' fly I'

♪ I come into your life' ♪

♪ I float away
Like honey in the sun I

♪ Was it right or wrong
I couldn't sing that song anyway I

♪ Oh, but darlin'
Now I remember ♪

♪ How the sun shown down h'

- Who is it?
- It's me, Patti. Open up.

Marybeth?

Oh, my God.

Come on.

Hi, sissy.

- Hi.
- Oh, my gosh.

Hey, you two look adorable.

We got engaged.

Look at that stardust.

Yes, we were at Rockefeller Plaza
just now. He got down on one knee.

I was down there for about 45 minutes
before she could answer.

Everyone was clapping.
It was so special, Patti.

Oh, wow.

I had to come and tell you
before anyone else.

I'm so glad you did.

I'm so surprised.

I'm happy. I'm happy for you.
Of course I'm happy for you.

- I'm so happy for you. Oh.
- Thank you.

We have so much to do
in a few weeks.

- Let's just enjoy it tonight.
- Wait. Why so fast?

I go off to basic in February.

I didn't know you enlisted.

Yeah, his number was
drawn at the lottery.

- Yeah, on television two nights ago.
- I watched it, but they didn't say names.

Randy, I'm so sorry.

Um, heh.

- It's okay.
- Take off your coats.

- Are you hungry? You want food?
- We can't stay.

Yeah. My hazard lights are on
down at the curb, so we should--

- I'm sorry. I'm sorry.
- Okay.

But come home tomorrow.

You Mom's making a huge dinner.
It'll be fun.

I have to work.

But I'll try to figure something out.

- We should get going.
- Hey.

Thank you for coming
to tell me in person.

That means a lot.

It's just dinner, if you can stand it.

I can stand it.

It would mean a lot to me,
and you haven't been home in months.

I'll be there.

You know, thank God you changed it.

I was starting to see polka dots.
It was like a circus.

The Feds say they're responding
proportionately to threats.

Hoover wants millions of dollars
and a big bump in manpower.

My source tipped me to an item in the
new budget under domestic surveillance.

- It was buried.
- Dig up that damn grave.

How are they justifying the ask?

Hoover's guys point to
crime stats in big cities.

Bullshit. Which kinds of crime?
What cities?

While you're up their ass...

...find out if they're buying
new wiretap gadgets.

I love the G-man equipment.
Ralph, you're on Altamont follow.

Make sure Rolling Stone knows
we're not backing down on coverage.

You got it.

Wick?

Wick, are you in there?

I'm sorry, but there's a phone call.

Wick?

You better have the fucking
ghost of JFK on the phone.

It's Mamie.

Goddamn it.

Sam, your exit interview
with the Fed chairman. How are we?

There's nothing I don't
know about the recession...

...or deposit ceiling rates of interest.

My bond trader buddies tell me
Martin's defending the gold standard...

...despite Nixon's objections.

There's no rationale
for the gold standard anymore.

It's magical thinking.
Get him to admit that, you'll have a story.

You know...

...Martin and I played in
a charity golf tournament.

He's not funny.
"Just the facts" kind of guy...

...who knows the whole world
hangs on his every word.

I speak for Jews when I say that's
who I want in charge of my money.

Newbie's got a sense of humor.

- When's the sit-down?
- Four.

Let me know how that goes.
And don't sweat it.

Martin's only one of the smartest men
on planet Earth. You'll be fine.

Thank you, boys. Meeting is adjourned.

Uh. Mamie Eisenhower's bloomers
are in a bunch...

...because she did not
get her Sunday copy of the magazine.

Finn, you had me take her off,
unless I'm mistaken.

I thought I was in charge
of the Sunday Night List.

Yes, but I wanted to add somebody.

When I add somebody,
I take somebody off. Keeps it special.

- Who did you add?
- Kirk Douglas.

Kirk Douglas.

So we bump a former first lady...

...and the widow of the finest military mind
of our era...

...for a Hollywood pretty boy?

Our Sunday Night List is...

...the 40 most powerful
decision makers and influencers.

Mamie is the relic of a dead president.

Finn, he sells popcorn.

I admire his success,
his taste, and his wife.

He's the only man in America
I can say that about.

Pardon me.

How was the story meeting?

We're doing a piece on the FBI
upping their domestic surveillance.

Who are they surveilling?

The bad guys.

What am I doing here?

Oh.

Are you okay?

No.

My little sister got engaged.

It's not as scary as domestic surveillance,
but it still freaks me out.

- Is the guy a jerk?
- No.

He's from our neighborhood.
Randy. He's a wrestler.

- All state, actually.
- Yeah? What weight class?

- That's not the point.
- Then what is the point?

She's only 18.

And she's never been
outside of our town.

She doesn't know what
her choices are.

And now she's gonna get married...

...and be of service
to a high school wrestler.

You know,
my parents got married at 18.

They went to college together.
They're still going strong.

You met my parents, right?

Oh. No. You didn't.

Okay. I knew that if I told you...

...I was going to San Francisco
to get a story for Sam...

...you would have told me not to.

You have no idea
what I would have said.

Ugh. Damn it.

This is not your toilet.

I'm sorry. I'm sorry. Sorry.
Thank you. Thank you.

Oh, God. Sorry.
I'm so sorry. Thank you. Thank you.

I did it. I looked down there.

And it did not make me feel beautiful.
It made me feel not normal.

Do you know
what normal looks like?

Well, I mean,
I had an image in my mind...

...you know, but that image did not
match what I saw down there.

I can't stop thinking about
that woman from the ACLU.

- Oh, good morning.
- Hi.

- Where are you going?
- To run errands for Doug.

- Jane, have you looked at your vulva?
- What? No. Patti. No. That is medical.

That is for my doctor.

- And my future husband.
- Yeah.

- Wait a second. Jane, are you a virgin?
- Mm-hm.

Ohh. I don't think that's a good idea.

- If it's what she wants.
- It is what I want.

Jimi Hendrix wants you to be
experienced for your--

I was a virgin when I got married.

I just looked at my vulva
for the first time.

- Yeah.
- Okay. We are at work.

But for the record, I am proud to know
that my white wedding will not be a fraud.

For the record,
you do other stuff, right?

- I did.
- Well, I'm not frigid.

So, what do you do? Blowjobs?

- No.
- Really?

- God, I did.
- Hand jobs?

You know,
BJs always hurt my neck though.

I could never find a good angle.

- You use your hand at the same--
- The two of you out please.

Go be crude somewhere else.

- Enjoy your vulva.
- Oh, Patti.

My great thinkers, listen up, please.

I may regret this, but at the moment
I'm interested in your nascent opinions.

Everyone on our
musty Sunday Night List...

...is now officially up for grabs.

Who do we want to get our news first?
Who's relevant?

Wick has a hard on
for Mamie Eisenhower.

Jesus.

- Anybody? What do you got?
- Brady, you sewed.

Talk some sense into this tenderfoot.

Sorry, chief, I'm a Stevenson man.
I went to Princeton.

- What year?
-'58.

Go, Tigers.

Does Jackie get a copy?

- Indefinitely.
- How about Senator Russell?

All the congressional leadership,
cabinet secretaries, Teddy Kennedy.

- All covered.
- Even after Chappaquiddick?

He's a living Kennedy.
How about Goldwater?

Ever since we put Mao on the cover,
he won't touch us.

The Madame Mao centerfold
was one of our best.

- Right you are, Jane.
- Gil? Gil Hodges?

You're fired. I'm a Yankees fan.

He's joking. I think.

Whoa, whoa, whoa.
Joe Namath and not Johnny Unitas?

- Are you kidding me?
- Good point. Scratch Namath.

- No.
- Namath's a fox.

Well, the girls like their beefcake.

Beefcake Namath stays for the pit.

Thank you.

Thank you all for your valuable opinions,
gentlemen and ladies.

- My questions for Chairman Martin.
- Type them up?

Hey, this is not the poll I got.
That's the poll I got.

Gabe.

- Jane.
- That's right.

I like your vest.
You dress like my grandfather.

- Is that a...?
- Compliment? Yes.

I admire my grandfather.
He was very stylish.

Wick wants you to select
a replacement for Nora.

They're all qualified girls.

Ahem. I feel the need to intercede here.
Big opportunity, young man.

- He's picking a new girl today.
- Let's see what we've got here.

They've been vetted by the agency
and pie-approved by personnel.

Bernice Hafner types 50 words a minute.
Had her cherry popped at the Dailies-.

Not possible.
Only prudes work at the Dailies.

And they can all start
by end of the day. Good luck.

Whoever you call, make sure
she has dimples of Venus.

- What are those?
- And are they contagious?

- Get her waist size.
- What? No.

Get it.

Mm. "Is that a delicious peace offering?"

Why, Doug, I'm so glad you asked.
Yes. Yes, it is.

This is your favorite
pre-lunch second breakfast:

Two strips of crispy,
never burned, bacon...

...and orange slices.

I know you're still mad
that I stood you up...

...and that I helped Sam
with his Altamont cover.

I understand you might need
some more time to cool down from that.

- Still--
- If I may...

...you're doing really well right now.

Resist the urge to get the last word in.

Still, I'm ready, even eager,
to move forward whenever you are.

Mmm.

- Thank you.
- Mm.

How can I help?

This is last year's FBI budget.
This is the new proposed one.

The Bureau's gross budget
simply keeps up with inflation...

...which means the increase
in counter-surveillance numbers..

...deprived some poor department
of their funding.

- So who got the smaller piece of the pie?
- Exactly.

That'll lead to who the Bureau considers
a big enough threat to throw money at.

I'm looking at gear
and materiel right now.

- Finn's hot for G-man equipment.
- Good to know.

Why don't you
compare staffing budgets?

Okay-

Mm, mm.

- Are you gonna hum while you chew?
- Yes.

- But only as long as it bothers you.
- Ah. Got it.

I'm gonna have to
put you to work after lunch.

I am working right now.
I've done six captions since I got here.

More work. I need you to sit while
I adjust these fill lights.

- Sure.
- I'm taking staff photos.

Oh, for award submissions?

Mm-hm.

Have you won lots of awards?

- I'm not gonna answer that.
- That means that you have.

Did I tell you about
the best staff photo ever taken?

No, but now I'm not gonna
sit for you until you do.

I'll bring it tomorrow.
It was this guy at the Post-Gazette...

...who had one ear he could make
a few inches higher than the other.

At first, you don't know
what's strange about this guy...

...and then it's the
only thing you can see.

- Ha-ha.
- He was cool.

He made the paper use that
for the Pulitzer submission.

Our priest used to move his hairline.

Yeah, it looked like someone
was just tugging on a wig.

- I want to see a priest do that.
- Well, he died so...

Oh, sorry.

No. He's alive.

- Don't look into the sun.
- Oh, God.

- Do not look directly into the sun.
- Ahh. Ahh.

Denise, you have
a beautiful speaking voice.

And your boss at The Star
said you were a good girl.

You know what, it says here you're 25.
Is that your age or your waist size?

You're honest. I like that.

Uh-huh.

So you have the address?

Okay. Well, then we'll
see you this afternoon.

Bye-bye.

I typed up the questions, starting
with general present-day issues...

...and ending with Martin's
goals for his legacy.

Where's the question
on defense spending?

All post-war spending
is on the second page. It's all there.

Are you nervous?

Try to get past the economics.

With the chairman of
the Federal Reserve?

And unearth his private life.

You think that's the key to this?

My father says,
"Get a man to talk about his family...

...and you'll end up hearing
about his business."

And what is
Daddy Hollander's advice...

...about how to get
his daughter to go outwith me?

My brain hurts.

I never feel stiff until
I see someone else stretching.

You need a break?

I just wish Randy hadn't been drafted.
Because if he hadn't been drafted...

...I think that his
relationship with Marybeth...

...would have run its course
in a couple of months.

How do you know that?

Marybeth is so smart.

She's the smartest one
of all of my sisters.

She would have thrived
in college or art school.

She's an amazing artist.

They got her, Doug.

The sleepwalkers, they got her.

You told me no one's ever
meeting your parents.

- Now I understand why. They're zombies.
- No. No. They're human.

My mom makes dinner
for my dad every night.

I don't think he knows how to
work the appliances in the kitchen.

- What? Like the toaster?
- No, like the...

...blender. I don't know. It's frustrating.

And if the grandkids are home,
he'll just walk in, step over their toys.

But I have never,
and I will never see my mom stop...

...and step over their toys.
No. She will pick them up every time.

Maybe your dad figures
he works all day.

He's done his job,
and she is a homemaker.

That's her job.

But she didn't know that she had
the choice to do anything else.

But Marybeth does.

And she's choosing to marry him.

I hate this. Okay?

You know who I hate?

Hoover.

Let's take him down.

Okay-

Mr. Greenstone?

Hi, I'm Denise.

Twenty-six-inch waist?

Hi. I'm sorry.

Denise.

Of course.

Why don't we go upstairs?
I'll show you around.

Um...

Thank you.

The piece I'm working on,
Bob Dylan's wife had a son, another kid.

So I'm doing a brief on it.

I could call Vital Records,
get his birth certificate.

That would be good.

- Who's up there?
- Oh, the editor, Finn.

That's why we call it Finnland.

His last name's Woodhouse.

So if you're in trouble,
they call it the Woodshed.

They're big into color-coding here.

Um... Um...

The paper.

Blue means it's foreign.

Pink means it's out of Washington.

Yellow is anything domestic
but not out of D.C.

And green is in-house, meaning here.

- Oh, Cindy, where's Jane?
- Yeah?

I don't know.

Can you show our new researcher
Denise to personnel?

Thank you.

Yes?

The Training Division received no money
for new Russian speakers.

James McCall is the
head of the Anti-Soviet desk.

And he is going to be
one very grumpy comrade.

Yeah, we tried to get
a copy of the birth certificate...

...of course, but we were unable to.

Now I just need to confirm
they are spelling Jakob with a K.

Thank you.

Okay. Yeah. Goodbye.

I thought the temp agency sent over
your new researcher this morning.

Yeah, they did.

Because it seems like
you're taking up valuable time...

...doing tasks she could be doing.

I'm not sure this one's a good fit either.

Why? Did you ask her to do
something she couldn't?

No, I just--

The best reporters in the building,
I've found, are good at delegating.

Otherwise, nothing
would ever get finished.

Thank you. Thank you very much.

Yeah, you too.

- Talk.
- The Black Panthers...

...are now public enemy number one.

They're the bad guys
who need to be watched.

- Right.
- I'll tell Finn.

This gonna be a late night
or an early morning?

As much as I would love to have
a late night with you, and I would...

...can I come in early
tomorrow morning?

Because I'd like to catch
the 5 p.m. bus home.

- Oh, sure. Good.
- Thank you.

Yes. Go.

I'm gonna talk some sense into Marybeth.

- What?
- Or you could give her your blessing.

Actually, I can't because
that would be phony.

Then tell her how to live her life.

That's what somebody wants to hear
after getting engaged.

I didn't ask for your advice.

Sorry, put that away.

- If Sam calls, tell him I'm on my way.
- Okay.

Yeah. No.

I'm less interested in who
the Bureau is investigating.

I want to know how you're circumventing
the Freedom of Information Act...

...so you can do
whatever the hell you want.

Finn?

I couldn't find you.

I'm standing in a fishbowl
in the newsroom...

...surrounded by professional observers.
Open your eyes, Angie.

Talia's cooking tonight. I promised
I'd have you home in time for dinner.

That sounds just lovely.

I gave her my word.

You insinuating your word
means more than mine?

The girls can't wait to see you.

I can't wait to see them.

That's what I thought.

Finn, this FBI story's
hotter than I thought.

That Mona Lisa smile.
I mean, what are you thinking?

That I have 28 more captions to write.

Captions-snaptions.
What are you really thinking?

I was thinking about how I hung out
with a bunch of groovy women last night.

You must have fit right in.

Can you turn a little to your left?

A little more?

Hold on one sec.

♪ Just to kiss your sweet, sweet lips
Baby I

♪ Hold you ever, ever so tight
And I wanna say ♪

♪ Say
Someday we'll be together I

♪ Oh, yes, we will
Yes, we will I

Perfect.

♪ Someday we'll be together' ♪

♪ Yes, we will
Yes, we will I

Oh. Ahem.

♪ Someday we'll be together' ♪

♪ Someday we'll be together N'

I've been here less than a week,
and I'm already sick of the selection.

Luckily, I'm not there yet.

How's your story?

Oh, it's pretty groundbreaking.

Bob Dylan is naming his son Jakob
but with a K.

Kacob.

No, J-A-K-O-B.

Ahh. That's better.

Want a Mallo Cup with a C?

No, thanks.

Could you make some calls for me?

I'd be happy to.

- Hello.
- Hiya, doll.

I'm hoping you can help me.

I need to deliver something
to the chairman's office.

Unless you have an appointment,
leave the item here.

We'll send it up
with the next courier.

- When does he go up?
- In the next hour or so.

Discretion is of the utmost import.
I would never want to put the chairman...

...in a compromising position
by making an appointment.

I need to return something to him...

...before his wife visits him
later this evening.

Sam.

Oh, thank God.

- I couldn't remember anything that--
- Ahem.

Hi. I'm With him.

- Sam Rosenberg?
- Yes, sir. Chairman.

Your secretary can take notes.
No tape recorder.

- She--
- Of course.

After you.

My editor Finn Woodhouse
said you two go way back.

We don't. He was mistaken.

Oh, well, I thought he said--

Never mind, never mind.

They weren't lying.

Being here is like coming to the dentist.

Who's the patient?

I feel like maybe we got
off on the wrong foot. A mulligan?

Well, for starters,
how are you going spend...

...your first few days off the clock?

Any family plans?

My wife is planning
a vacation to the beach.

She claims she can get me to unwind
even if it kills her.

Your children must be thrilled
to get some down time with you.

I think that they are.

But I think my wife and children know
where my priorities were.

Which brings us to gold.

Inflation is almost 6 percent.
The gold standard isn't working anymore.

The dollar remains and will remain
convertible into gold.

Do you really believe that...

...a big, modern economy like ours
should depend on...

...a shiny yellow rock?

People's faith in the dollar
is based on their ability to turn it into gold.

- It's been that way since ancient Greece.
- When Apollo controlled the sun.

Sounds like magical thinking.

Superstitions make us feel safe.

That's good for the economy.

- Finn is gonna flip out.
- How's this?

Martin admitted he has
doubts about the office...

...and said,
"Superstitions sometimes inform--"

"Superstitions make us feel safe,
and that's good for the economy."

That's what he said.

- We gotta call Finn.
- Mm-hm.

- Get in here.
- Sam.

I'll need to read him the quotes.

You're goddamn beautiful up close.

Finn Woodhouse's office.

- Hey, Angie, is Finn there? It's Sam.
- Just a minute, Sam.

Back there felt like a bank heist.

We're Bonnie and Clyde.

Let's rob a bank.

- Talk to me.
- Hey, I got him. Finn, I got him.

- What'd he say?
- What wouldn't he say?

- You were right. No sense of humor.
- Ha. Give me the skinny.

Our fed chairman believes
in some black magic.

- No kidding.
- Yeah, it's gonna write itself.

Okay, boss, I'm headed home.

Sam got an exclusive
with the fed chairman.

Good.

Goodnight.

Hey.

Listen.

I would have appreciated a heads up
before you took the list over.

Don't need your permission
to change up the list.

Not permission.

Courtesy.

A courtesy, especially after
what happened last week...

...when my Vietnam story
got bumped for the Altamont.

I don't owe you more courtesy this week
because we ran another cover last week.

Look, if we get too comfortable...

...like with the Sunday Night List...

...before we know it, you won't
have a table at the 21 Club.

- I'm not here to dine.
- I know, and I appreciate that.

But dining is part of the job.

We got to stay in the mix.
We're no good anywhere else.

We're opinionated sons of bitches
who get bored easily.

What would we do without this place?

So you were actually trying to help me.

- Yes, I was.
- Yes, you were.

I promised Talia.

- It's like I have two wives.
- And no girlfriends.

Oh, Jesus.

- You're here late.
- Yeah. You too.

Yeah, well, I'm leaving.

- Do you need anything?
- Oh, no, I'm all right. Thank you.

Are you sure?

Ralph always has snacks.

Well, you know all the secrets.

I really do.

Goodnight.

Goodnight.

Who's saying grace?

Patti.

Oh, let Marybeth do it.

Why? Did you forget them all?

No, I did not.

Bless us, O Lord,
for these gifts we're about to receive...

...from your bountiful hands.
In Jesus' name we pray.

Amen.

Have you heard
about where they're sending you?

- Nothing yet. No.
- Can I get some ice in my water?

- Yes.
- He can get his own ice, Mom.

I got it. Hey, how many people
does that room at the Ramada hold?

I went to a wedding there last fall.

No more than 60, tops.

My family alone
is about 100 Irish drunks.

I have an aunt and uncle who renew
their vows as often as possible...

-...just to throw a party.
-"Often."

Hm?

You said "off-ten". It's often.
You don't pronounce the T.

Okay, Patti,
can I talk to you for a minute?

I'm sorry I corrected Randy.

You can be a real bitch.

I have never heard you say that.

Because you're never around.
He's a decent guy.

Then why did it take you
45 minutes to say yes to him?

Because I was crying.

I was overwhelmed with happiness.

- What is the rush? Are you pregnant?
- No.

No, I just love him.

For God's sake,
why can't you just be happy for me?

Because I don't understand
what you're doing.

I can't breathe here, Marybeth.

Sometimes I actually cannot breathe.

And then I think about you
cooking and cleaning for Randy...

...for the rest of your life,
and it doesn't make sense to me.

Remember when you
wanted to be a painter?

And we were gonna move to Europe.

And you were gonna stand on the
side of the road with an easel?

This is what I want now.

Don't worry about me.

I'm living my dream too,
just like you are.

My dream doesn't feel
like I imagined it would.

Oh, no.

Now I'm worried about you.

What's wrong?

I don't know.

If you could start smoking,
that'd make my mooching easier.

Charlie's always got some.

Charlie's one tidy son of a bitch. Heh.

Look at this. You could operate here.

We should do appendectomies
right here on his desk as he copy edits.

Why are you here so late?

We're days away from printing.
Where's Robinson?

She had to go home for a family thing.

You two good?

Depends on the day.
She's got a lot of fight in her.

That sounds fun.
Wait, what does that mean?

It means I don't know whether
I'm gonna get kissed or kicked.

It could be worse. It could be boring.

Boring's sounding
really good right now.

Boring is what you marry.
Crazy is what you date.

Wise words.

I'm the fucking Dalai Lama, right?

Patti's just trying to get her groove here.
She's a hippie astronaut on re-entry.

What are you working on, man?

This FBI story.

It started out as a line item
on their budget, but it's got legs.

Tell you what, man,
has anybody updated his obituary here?

- Whose obituary?
- Hoover.

Fucking son of a bitch
is about to go any day now, right?

- How many years...
- I hope so.

...has he been doing this? Jesus.

Well, I'm gonna sleep like a baby.

That dinner was delicious.

The girls were so excited
to have you home for dinner.

- Yeah?
- Mm-hm.

- How about you?
- Of course.

I was pleasantly surprised
that Angie managed to get you--

I made it home, okay?

Okay, Patti, before I go off to war
I have one question for you...

...and I want the God's honest truth.

Cross my heart.

July, 195s.

Did you or did you not...

...intentionally run into the curb
to throw me off the handlebars?

Okay, I swear I do not remember...

...but you were such a brat,
I might have done it on purpose.

Are you scared?

I'm gonna have a gun.
They better be scared.

- I'd be scared.
- Well, what are you gonna do?

Well...

...you could get a IV-F deferment.

At the magazine,
we were writing about these guys...

...who would show up to induction centers
in clown suits or high on acid.

Some were taking laxatives
before their physicals--

I'm not gonna crap my pants
to get out of the draft.

It was just a suggestion.

Be good to her.

I know that you will be.
I just need to say it.

I will.

I'd rather leave her a widow
who's taken care of...

...than a girlfriend who isn't.

♪ Feel I'm dying, dying' ♪

♪ Take me back to my old home I'

♪ Oh, mama, gonna go home I'

♪ All my sorrow
All my sorrow ♪

♪ Sad tomorrow F

♪ Take me back
Take me back I'

♪ To my old home I'

s Oh, my, my, my -'

♪ An my dying 3-'

Hey, Pretty girl.

Hi, there.

Why don't you find out what happens
in chapter four tomorrow night?

Lenny, I'm not feeling well.

- I guarantee this will help you feel better.
- No, I don't--

Ahem. I don't feel well.

I'm sorry.

I'm--

One, please.

- Oh, my God.
- I tell you what though...

Is it you?

- No, I checked.
- Check.

- Check.
- Gabe.

We good to go?

_Hey, Doug.
- Doug.

What just hap--?

Come on.

If I had to say goodbye to you
for a long time, or maybe forever, I--

I couldn't handle it, Doug.

And I am so sorry if I made you
feel like I don't appreciate you...

...because I do.

- Why do you have a lamp?

I brought it back from my parents' house.
And I wasn't very convincing.

She's still gonna marry him.

What?

I don't--

- Man.
- What?

What you said this morning...

...how you're worried about
your sister...

...being a servant to her husband
after she got married--

- No, I said "being of service."
- I haven't stopped thinking about that.

To me, you get married
because you want to be a team.

And then, I don't know,
you figure the rest out together.

And no one keeps score.

But damn, Patti,
you drain all the fucking fun out of it.

And then I'm to blame, or because
that sounds like a good deal to me...

-...I'm a chump.
- I didn't say you were a chump.

It's just, you're too complicated.

You're too complicated for me, Patti.

Right.

And you're not up for the challenge...

...because everything has
come easy for you.

I'm not gonna keep trying
to convince you I'm a good guy.

Let me call you a cab.

Taxi!

♪ But I'm near the end S

♪ And I just ain't got the time I'

♪ Oh, and I'm wasted I

♪ And I can't find my way home I'

♪ But I can't find my way home N'