Gypsy (2017): Season 1, Episode 4 - 309 - full transcript

He seemed a little uneven.

He's more uneven sometimes than others.

That's what makes him uneven, of course.

Now you on the other hand,
with coaching, you could be terrific.

Do you really think so?

- Yes, you have a definite nose.
- I'm glad you like it.

Do you like any of the rest of me?

Oh, what I meant was
in the card playing...

I know what you meant. I
was just flirting with you...

Hey, there. Want some of that?

Come on up, all right.



Faint, are you?

- That perfume.
- Oh.

Do you think they're...
any place on board?

Don't you think we ought to go to bed?

I'll be up soon.

You know you can't
just leave like that.

Okay.

All this, um...

this behavior, it's just
not the adult thing to do.

And you're suddenly the judge
of what being an adult is?

Hey, seriously,
I'm done arguing with you...

No, okay, let's not, I'm...

It was just bad timing. I...

I had a patient emergency. I...



Even if we are not good...

I want...
I need to know that you are okay.

I was really worried.

I know, I'm sorry.

- I want us to be okay.
- We are.

I know that birthday party
was a fucking nightmare for you.

- And I didn't mean to...
- No, you weren't.

What can I get you?

Uh, Americano, please.

- Name?
- Diane.

I got this.

- You're becoming an addict.
- Really?

- And you're the authority?
- Maybe.

Are you really here for coffee?

Maybe. It's on my way to work.

God, I can barely get a compliment.

You like a challenge, right?

- How do you know?
- Intuition.

Come here.

I really should get going.

Where are you always off to?
It's so mysterious.

Just chill, you only
live once, you know?

Yeah, I'm reminded of that a lot.

- How old are you?
- What?

Well, for all I know,
you could be like 38 or 40.

- Or 45?
- Now you know how to give a compliment.

Let's just say I'm older than you.

That's good.

I've always had a thing for older women.

I had a serious crush on my eighth
grade social studies teacher.

Like, scary shit, madly in love.

Would walk past her classroom
over and over again,

just to catch a glimpse.

Hmm.

Well, I'll wax history
for you some other time.

But for now, I noticed
you didn't have one...

the other night.

I had a good time.

Me too.

I love it.

- Oh, it's nothing.
- No, it's something.

Thank you.

I want to know about you.

What do you want to know?

Everything.

Intense.

I can be, when I like
someone or something.

Easy, tiger.

- I think you're quite strange.
- Really?

I actually think I'm quite normal.

No. People who say
they're normal never are.

They're always secretly
the dysfunctional ones.

It's on the house today,
you ageless creature.

Thanks.

No, no, that's all he said,
she moved out six weeks ago.

She never said anything to me,
can you believe it?

I texted her millions of times.

And after thinking she was
lying dead in the gutter,

she finally says she'll get back to me.

She'll get back to me?

And I was feeling so good
about our session.

I was gonna be honest with her
and tell her the truth like you said.

And then, all of a sudden,
I realized something's really wrong.

It's just proof that when you feel
something is really wrong,

it probably is...

Okay, Claire, just take a breath here.

I think you're getting
way too ahead of yourself.

I know something's wrong,
and I've got the proof!

Okay, but for all you know,
she just wanted a better apartment.

You don't lie when you're
not doing something wrong.

Rebecca texted you, though, right?

So you know she's safe.

I mean, she could've been abducted.

Let's just stay in the present.

Do you really think
that she's in that kind of trouble?

I don't know what I think.

I moved her into that apartment.

She had broken up with this boy
that was not good enough for her.

She needed me, and
that's when Howard died.

And I thought maybe life
had something else in store.

Maybe he was taken from me.

I have Rebecca, I had hope.

I can't believe she's
shut me out like this.

It's okay, Claire, it's okay.

- Okay.
- We'll fix it.

- Hi, Diane, you're back.
- Yeah, I was just in the area.

I was wondering if you could fit me in
for a blowout.

- Let me check the schedule.
- Okay.

I could fit you in, in about
an hour with Jessica?

Great, thanks.

Hi, good to see you. Rebecca Rogers.

Yes.

Oh, hey!

- Diane, right?
- Yeah.

It's nice to see you again.

It's the one thing I do
for myself these days.

Can I switch my appointment, too?

Yes, you moved it later,
and I have you down for Monday.

- Okay?
- Thank you.

But that's so far.

I was afraid of the distance,
but, you know, it is not that bad.

And it feels nice to be out
of the congestion.

So, that was it?

That feeling of entrapment,
that prompted the move?

It's a little unorthodox.

- What?
- My situation.

Don't tell me you're living
in some brothel.

No.

I mean, seriously,
it's nothing dangerous, is it?

No, no. It is this group,

and we cook together
and spend time together,

and you know, I don't, um...

I don't have a partner.

And I was... I was just...

pretty miserable before.

Before this place?

Yeah, I mean,
I was living according to rules

that I didn't necessarily agree with.

Well, you seem so at peace.

I am... I'm really happy.

Can I ask what your family thinks of it?

I just remember you mentioning...

that they were
kind of like mine, judgmental.

I actually haven't told them. My mom
would literally have me committed.

- No, she wouldn't...
- I'm not kidding.

Her love knows no bounds.

Who knows? Maybe...

maybe one day she'll surprise you.
Maybe she's grown.

You clearly don't know my mother.

Speak of the devil.

She's called me eight times today.

- Pick up.
- No.

Come on, it'll make her day.

Fine.

Hi, Mom.

I'm at the salon.

Yes, I have time for that.

I told you that I would get back to you.

I'm sorry, I know that must
have been very hard for you,

but you cannot call me eight times
in one day, that's too much.

Okay.

Okay.

Well, she told me
she's working hard in therapy.

I'm not sure she's treatable, but...

Well, doing the work...

it's the first step, right?

Try to be forgiving.

You're right.

Thanks.

Hey, if you ever want
to come check out the space,

I think that you should.

We often have people
come over for dinner.

Well, I'm certainly curious.

Let me just give you my info.

- You know you can't park here.
- Go fuck yourself.

Hey, sweetie.

You're late.

Yeah, sorry, I was...
Let's go, sweetie.

- Bye, Sadie.
- Bye.

Figure that out.

Come on.

Mommy?

I don't ever want to grow up
and be like Michelle.

Oh, honey, I can assure
you, you never will.

Not in one million years.
But thanks for saying that.

- Want to go get ice cream?
- Yeah!

Daddy!

- Hey, yeah.
- Hey!

Ah, s'up, my little monster?

What are you doing home so early?

Um, I had to go over these tapes again,

and I couldn't concentrate
at the office.

Ah, so this is your detective work?

Internal investigation.

You know, maybe your
Nancy Drew obsession will come in handy.

Tell me.

Hey, you. Upstairs, please.

Then movie?

Maybe after, okay.

So, I had a run-in
with Michelle today at school.

She told me to figure it out.

The whole Dolly, Sadie situation.

Like I can control it.

I'm happy to talk to her
myself at this point, really.

No, it's fine, for now.

- All right, explain it to me.
- Sure you want to help?

- Yeah, are you kidding?
- Okay, obviously, this is confidential.

- Oh, marriage clause, got it.
- All right.

So these are employee interviews,

and I need to figure out who's lying.

And right now everybody is poised
and to the point.

Hmm.

Well, people lie all the time.
It's just not always that obvious.

I mean, sometimes there's
just unnecessary detail,

so you have to look for that.

Okay, so, here.

- Listen to these four statements.
- Mm-hmm.

I wear argyle socks.

I voted for Kerry in the '04 election.

I haven't been to the
gym in three months.

And I've been a vegetarian
since I was eight,

after seeing The Little Mermaid.

Which one is a lie?

Well...

I know you, and I know
you're not vegetarian.

Right, but there was unnecessary
detail surrounding that fact.

You're right, but we're asking them
to go into detail.

Hmm. Well...

You also need to look for behavior.

See, when a person's flustered,
you know, they move their legs,

their hands, twitching, blinking,
that kind of stuff.

Those are all really important clues.

But just the sight of a lawyer,
much less one asking you questions,

is going to make you nervous.

It's like when you go to the airport
and show 'em your ID,

and immediately I feel guilty.

I don't know, it's hard
to work off a tape.

It's much better
to get the feeling in the room.

Can you tell when your
patients are lying?

Sometimes, but it's tricky,
especially if the person's calculated

or starts to believe the
delusion or lie themselves.

Oh, fuck. I don't know how you do it.

You got your hair done again.

Oh, is it too much?

It looks really good. Looks really good.

Now you're telling lies.

You're not as good
at reading people as you think.

Oh, okay, maybe.

Did you really have a patient
emergency the other night?

What?

Yeah, of course.

Where'd you go?

The West Village.

We met at a café.

- At that hour?
- Yeah, it's open till, like, ten-ish.

They serve beer and wine at night.

And amazing coffee.

What's it called?

The... the Rabbit Hole.

Cool.

That's good.

You could really make
someone nervous by writing.

And not responding,
that could really throw someone off.

See, if my leg started shaking...

you'd think I was guilty.

If you only had more secrets,
I'd be so on to you.

I could totally crack you.

- I'm gonna check on Doll.
- Okay.

Stay the fuck away from me.

Hey...

Hey, you're talking in your sleep.
Are you okay?

Yeah, I'm sorry I woke you.

It's okay.

- Hey, Sam.
- Oh, hey.

- I've actually been excited to see you.
- That's always good to hear.

So, what's the good news?

Sidney called.

Well, she texted first,
but we had a really good conversation.

- Oh, yeah?
- She wants to see me.

And she suggested Café Clooney,

which is where we had one
of our first dates.

What do you think she wants?

She's done some soul-searching.

Said she had a lot on her mind.

When was this?

Last weekend, Sunday.

Why?

Nothing. Sorry, go on.

I get the feeling you're disappointed.

- Why do you think that?
- Uh, you seem it.

Well, I'm just playing out
the whole story here.

I mean, what about our
contract, all our progress?

Look, I get it, but I'm
doing really well.

Yeah... without Sidney.

But I can't pretend that part
of my life didn't exist.

Obviously your contract worked to show
her I'm not just gonna be around.

Your tactic worked.

But the minute she calls,
you go running back to her?

What does that suggest?

And that wasn't a tactic
to lure her back in.

It was to protect you.

I already made up my mind.

- I know it feels good.
- You don't understand.

If you were in my shoes...

Dinner will be great, but then what?

Maybe she wants to get back together.

Is that what she said?

No.

She said she wanted some advice,
and she knows I'm level-headed.

Well, about everything except her.

Play the tape, Sam.

The best predictor
of future behavior is the past.

I just don't want
history repeating itself here.

S-so what, you think I should cancel?

Can you?

Do you have that restraint?

Well, yeah, of course.

For all you know, she could be texting
with two people, maybe more.

Sidney never dates two people
at the same time.

She puts all her admiration into one...

till she gets bored.

What about that woman?

Diane?

Once she reciprocates,
it'll be done. It's just a game.

Take your phone out.

Excuse me?

I want to see if you have that ability,
to cancel.

Text her.

It's a good test.

What do I say?

Tell her something's come up,
and you can't make it.

But...

Trust me. Go on, Sam, be strong.

It's her calling.

Answer it.

- Now?
- Mm-hmm.

Hey, Sid.

I actually can't.

I'm actually with my therapist.

It's a long story.

She says she wants to talk to you.

It's against the rules.

She said it's against the rules.

All right, okay, bye.

What did she say?

That you're a cunt.

No, it was at Crate and Barrel,
of all places, shopping for a bed.

It was super awkward.

What'd you do?

Oh, my God, I just, like,
hid under some bedroom furniture.

I once saw a patient at the movies.

- The movies?
- He was on a date.

So I moved all the way to the back
so I wouldn't blow his spot.

The worst is on the subway.

It's like,

how do you wave politely
and still get the fuck out of there?

I'm still waiting for a patient
to become obsessed with me.

You do not want that. Ask Jean.

Yeah, it was a bad
situation with a patient.

She became really co-dependent.

- With you?
- Mm-hmm.

She was obsessed.

It got really bad.

She ended up burning
her family's house down

and blamed Jean as part
of the reason for why she did it.

- That's insane.
- Yeah.

It was a long time ago.

You know,
classic borderline, many factors.

Wow, that's scary.

She is now at an
institution, thankfully.

And I got on this roller coaster.

I sat alone, waiting.

My dad, watching in the crowd.

As we went around and around,
we started to go faster.

So fast that my mouth was like this.

Agape, frozen in fear.

It was like, for that brief moment,
all time had just stopped.

I felt completely out of control,
like I couldn't see anymore,

or I couldn't feel anymore.

Yeah, I get that
that's the way you want to run it,

but I'm not gonna compromise the truth.

Okay, fine. I'll get
it to you by Tuesday.

Hey.

I was beginning to think
you were gonna stand me up.

Sorry, I got stuck at a work thing.

They fucked up my article.

Right. Work.

So, when am I gonna get
to read something of yours?

You can read whatever you want.

I can't.

I don't even know your last name.

If I give you too much information,
are you gonna run?

- What?
- You like to fuck with people.

Lure them in and kick 'em to the curb.

- Does that scare you, Diane?
- Not at all.

It's impressive, actually,
the power you seem to hold.

But, just so you know,
I'm not gonna fall for that.

- Hi.
- Chardonnay, please.

You think this is a game?

That I was trying to fuck with you?

I just want to get to know you.

I mean, it's hard to invest emotionally
when I don't even know where you live.

Upper West.

- What else?
- Where are you from?

I grew up Upstate.

Moved to Connecticut
when I was about eight.

- Your parents?
- Divorced, messy.

Mine, too.

No siblings.

Went to grad school in the city,
undergrad at Stanford.

- Smart.
- No, I just studied a lot.

You satisfied?

We're not doing anything wrong.

Nobody gives a shit, trust me.

Although, you're cute
when you're nervous.

It's not that.

Have you ever been with a woman before?

That's okay.

It's just,
I'm going through a lot right now.

It's hard to explain.

I don't want to make your life
more difficult.

This doesn't have to be complicated.

Nice nails.

You know why I like it? Indigo?

Because it barely exists.

They call it the sixth color
of the rainbow,

but, really, it's just
kind of a fantasy.

Shit.

What?

Um, I reached out to Sam the
other day, kind of randomly,

and I have some of his shit
to give back to him.

We're supposed to grab dinner tomorrow,

but I kind of just want
to get it over with.

What do you mean?

Well, he lives in the area.

He's just gonna come and grab his shit.

I think you'll be amazed
I dated such a square.

Wait, he's coming here right now?

God, you look so nervous.

- What are you doing?
- No, this is inappropriate.

Like, insanely inappropriate.

- Okay...
- Reframe it.

You like me, and you're telling your
ex-boyfriend to come here right now?

Think about that for a second.
It's totally fucked up.

Honestly, I don't need a lecture.

Allison, this is Jean.

Uh, we had an appointment
15 minutes ago, actually.

I'm just wondering what's going on.

Can you call me back, please?

We can't do this if you're not willing
to do the work or show up.

Okay, thank you.

Oh, hey. I didn't think
you were gonna come back in today.

Yeah, I, I just wanted to
go over the HR complaints.

Huh.

Never seen you in glasses before.

I wear contacts to work.

You know, um...

we're actually going
over to the Gingerman

to celebrate Lee's 40th,
if you want to come.

Uh, sure. Sounds like fun.

- Hey, is everything okay?
- Yeah, totally.

That's not what I said, Scott.

We should toast you.

Did you know that this one
was a writer-performer?

You should do a story hour at the firm.

Yeah, right.

Anyway, it's not a big deal.
It's kind of like The Moth.

And what is, what is that?

Oh, wow, you're really out of touch.

No, shit, all right? Enlighten me.

It's a showcase
for storytellers to perform.

Huh. And what's it about?

It's just a story about my dad,
the ups and downs.

Oh, were you guys close?

Depends how you define close.

I mean, he lived for me and my sister.

I don't think I realized
how lucky I was as a kid

until I got to college
and realized that...

almost everybody
had a completely fucked up childhood.

And all I wanna do is shelter Dolly
for a little while.

She's made me completely soft.

All I hear are words.

That's because you're an asshole, okay?

And you got two boys,
so your vote doesn't count.

- Thank you.
- Guys, I gotta take off.

- All right. Later.
- Cheers, brother.

- Bye.
- See you soon.

Hey, you wanna stay
for another drink? I'll buy.

Clearly.

Feisty tonight.
Glasses really bring it out in you.

Maybe.

I'll take a Jack and Coke.

Hi. I'm looking for Allison.

- She's not here.
- Wait, Tom?

How do you know my name?

I'm a friend of Allison's.
I just want to talk to her.

Well, um... she's not expecting you, and
we're kind of in the middle of some...

- Allison?
- Whoa.

You fucking kidding me?

I told you, I just
want to see her, okay?

I'm not here to arrest you
or whatever it is you're afraid of.

Oh...

You're her fucking shrink.

She told me she started seeing you.

Just a bunch of crap, I told her.

Tom!

Don't you fucking say another word.

Wait, she's in the bathroom?
What's she doing?

She won't come out,
even if you ask her to.

Why is that?

'Cause she's trying to fuck with me.

Pretend that I hurt her.

Another story she invented.

But, uh, be my guest, lady.

Hey!

Good luck with that bitch.

Allison?

Allison, it's Jean.

I just want to talk to you.

I don't like to talk about it,
let alone think about it, but, um...

he ended up going back
to his ex-girlfriend.

It was pretty awful,

and they were married two months later.

Oh, that is rough. I'm so sorry.

It was forever ago. It's fine.

I dated this woman
when Jean and I were on a break.

I was ready to settle down, but...

she needed to work some issues out.

And I met Catherine.

And I thought that she was
everything I ever wanted.

But, um... you know,

the fantasy doesn't last forever,
hard as you try.

I get that, trust me.

Hey, listen,
I am sure there are tons of guys

who are interested in you
and who are not gonna fuck it up.

I am not so sure.

You should see what the guys
on Tinder send me.

Oh, I don't understand how you
meet someone on Tinder.

Oh, that's easy, you just swipe
right if you like someone.

Thank you, Alexis.
I understand the technology.

I appreciate that.

I'll spare you the countless dick pics.

No, come on.
Guys don't actually send those, do they?

Oh, you have no idea.

Okay, Nick. Yeah.

And he likes it rough.

He couldn't save that for some
porn forum or something like that?

Is that what you do?

Kidding, completely kidding.

It's fine, it's fine. I'm just kidding.

Actually, uh,

I took some adorable pictures
of Dolly from the party.

- Oh, that disaster?
- I didn't want to pry.

No, it's, uh... it was fine,
just mom politics.

I'm sure you'll see it some day.

Maybe.

- Aww, send me that one.
- Sure.

- Shit.
- All right.

Nope, didn't see anything.

Yeah, right.

On that note,
I think it's time to call it a night.

Um...

I've had three beers.
I'm pretty buzzed. It's pathetic.

Yeah, me too.

Just to be clear,
that was a shot for Nick, right?

You're such a smartass, you know that?

He's unpredictable,

you're right.

I tried to flush everything.

My shit, his shit.

He got angry, and he was coked
up, so he just came at me.

It's like, if I don't do what he says
he's a wild animal.

Why don't you just leave?

Thanks.

Where am I gonna go?

Tom loves me,

and he takes care of me
in his own fucked up way.

It might not be ideal,

but I figure it's just easier
to hide until he calms down.

When I was still at Fordham,

just when all this shit
started to take over,

I'd sit in the park over there
and just swing for hours.

It was the only place I felt safe.

Well, if he's violent,
there are always other options.

Like what?

Don't you have a friend
that you could stay with?

Maybe for a few nights, but then what?

It's not like I have any money
to get my own place.

I just want to go back to my mom,

but we're not even talking, so...

Well, we can deal with that, but we
need to get you to a meeting first.

I don't even want her
to see me like this.

I mean, you wouldn't even recognize me.

I worked on the yearbook.
I was editor-in-chief of the paper.

People always said I
had a bright future.

That's great.

Whatever. It's nothing now.
I'm not even at school.

And the way that she looks at me,

I can see how much she hates me.

It's in her eyes, you know?
Just... complete disdain.

I don't have a great relationship
with my mother, either.

All I ever wanted when I was young was
to just get out of that house,

and I did.

I made something of my life.

You just have to be strong,

and find an outlet that isn't drugs.

Please, just tell me, and I'll do it.

Well, for me, I realized
I could help people.

But sometimes it's easier
to live for others

than it is to figure out
how to live for yourself.

It's hard.

And I make mistakes.

I have to make tough judgment calls.

Like...

I shouldn't even be here right now.

I'm happy you came.

I don't think I should leave you.

I'll be okay.

I promise.

It'll be our secret.