High Fidelity (2020–…): Season 1, Episode 3 - What Fucking Lily Girl? - full transcript
[shouting]
ROB: What... fucking... Lily girl?
Mac doesn't know anyone named Lily.
Last I checked, he lived
in a completely Lily‐less universe.
How do I know this?
Because when he lived here,
I knew everyone he knew.
And there wasn't one single Lily.
Not a Lilian,
a Lilith, a Delilah.
Not one.
So... if Mac does know a Lily
in the greater metropolitan area
of New York City,
he had to have met her
in the three weeks he's been back.
So, he's been back for three weeks,
and he's met someone already.
Cool.
Cool, cool, cool, cool.
I mean, three weeks,
how serious could it even be?
I mean, what do people who have been
together for three weeks even do?
They have sex.
Just constantly have sex.
[doorbell tinkling]
♪ Blondie's Heart of Glass
playing on stereo ♪
‐ Y'all do buybacks, right?
‐ Not for family.
‐ Hmm.
‐ Why you getting rid of these?
CAM: Spring cleaning.
Uh, Nikki asked me to clean out the den
to set up the nursery.
‐ What, babies don't like music?
‐ Babies don't like asthma.
Apparently, the vinyl collects dust.
‐ Maybe if you listened to them more,
they'd be less dusty.
‐ Look, I can bring ‘em to Lionel
at Top Grade.
‐ Ugh, that guy's the worst.
‐ So, what's going on, man?
How... how are ya?
‐ I'm good. Fine.
‐ I'm sorry about... about brunch.
I just, I‐‐
Yo, Nikki's all mad at me
because I brought up the Lily thing,
but I thought you knew. So‐‐
‐ Dude.
You don't think your baby's
gonna like N. W. A.?
[gasps]
Are you not the father?
‐ You're a dick.
‐ Is it not your kid?
[Cameron chuckles]
‐ I mean, just please tell me that
you're not obsessing about all this 'cause
no offense, but you tend
to overthink things a little.
‐ Uh, I think I tend to think about things
the exact right amount, thank you.
[stammering] Look‐‐ whatever.
It's not like it's serious, okay.
He's been back in town for,
like, a second. It's fine.
What?
What?
[sighs]
‐ They met in London.
They moved here together.
They've been together for over a year.
‐ Over a year?
‐ Are you gonna buy those records
from me or what?
‐ We just broke up
13 and a half months ago.
‐ Okay. Well, that's you
not overthinking things.
‐ Jesus. And you're, you're just
telling me this now?
Jesus Christ, whose side are you on?
What the fuck?
‐ Whoa! Okay, and that's you not
inserting me back into it again. Like‐‐
‐ Fine. Just‐‐ Thirty bucks.
‐ Thirty bucks?
Okay, Run‐DMC's
first record's in here. So‐‐
‐ Fine, 45. But it's store credit.
‐ Okay, I can't leave
the house with records
and just come back
with different records, Rob.
‐ Suit yourself, dude.
‐ You know you do this
after every relationship?
‐ Do what?
‐ Okay. And this, this is
the last thing I'm gonna say, okay.
Who, who was the guy that you dated
in, like, the seventh grade?
It was like, uh, Kevin
or Devin or Dermot‐‐
‐ Kevin Bannister. Kevin Bannister.
‐ Bannister. Yes.
You guys "went out" for like
a minute and a half.
And then you broke up,
and you spent, like, the whole summer just
listening to The Cure
and, like, drawing skulls in your bedroom.
‐ So?
‐ So? That was the seventh grade,
and you're still doing
the exact same thing right now.
‐ Am not!
‐ Are too!
You're with someone, and then it ends,
and then you just, you,
you freak out and shut down
and spend, like, the next five years
just spinning your wheels
and muttering to yourself
about "what went wrong?"
‐ That's called "dating."
‐ Is it?
‐ Yeah.
‐ Is it?
Never mind, then.
‐ [mockingly] Never mind.
‐ You never mind.
‐ You‐‐
‐ What you want for the poster?
[Rob sighs heavily]
‐ Call it even.
‐ Dope.
‐ Look, it's fine, all right.
I'm not an idiot.
It was bound to happen at some point.
Mac has a new girlfriend.
See? I'm fine. It's fine.
It's not like they're married.
What?
What?
‐ I don't know,
I heard he got a ring, okay.
Can I have my poster?
You just gotta get over
this Mac thing, all right.
Like... just find something
to occupy your time.
Some kind of distraction. Anything.
♪ Yeah, riding high
on love's true bluish light ♪
♪
♪
♪
[sighs heavily]
Stop.
♪
[closes drawer]
♪
♪
SIMON: Hey, Rob.
‐ Hey.
‐ We're still doing ten percent
off all the disco?
‐ Yeah, yeah, for sure.
‐ Okay.
Wha‐‐ Hey, what are you doing?
‐ Nothing.
‐ 'Cause it... looked like you
were looking at Mac's Instagram.
‐ Yeah.
Yeah, I was.
Look, Simon, there's some‐‐
[exhales forcefully]
There's some Lily girl. So‐‐
‐ Oh.
Is that why you're smoking in the office?
‐ No.
‐ Is that why you're smoking
in the first place?
‐ Maybe.
‐ She's just... she's probably
just some dumb cunt.
That actually felt terrible.
‐ Well, thank you.
I appreciate that. Thanks for trying.
I mean, look at this shit.
I went to her profile. Right?
[clears throat]
It's just all dogs and sunsets and flowers
and cocktails and dogs
and flowers and sunsets.
‐ Gross.
‐ Gross.
‐ You just wanna see her face.
‐ Yeah. Yeah, I guess I just wanna see
her dumb, whore face.
That felt... yeah, that felt terrible.
‐ Right?
‐ Mm‐hmm.
I just wanna know what kind
of person she is.
‐ Well, apparently, she's the kind
of person that enjoys frosés.
‐ The fuck is a frosé?
‐ Hmm? Evidently, it's something
you do "all day."
‐ Sounds exhausting.
‐ Why can't we ever have nice things?
Look at this, there's a dog, a sunset,
flowers, another dog‐‐
Oh, there's a cat!
‐ Cat? Cat!
[gasps]
It's Marco!
‐ Oh, is that Mac's cat?
‐ Yeah.
[Rob exhales forcefully]
Okay.
All right.
Read me the caption.
‐ Please don't make me do‐‐
‐ No, it's fine. I can take it.
What's it say?
‐ Love of my life.
‐ Oh god!
‐ I know.
I didn't wanna tell you.
CHERISE:
Yo...
he's in here.
‐ Who's in here?
‐ Who's in‐‐ Liam.
The dope‐ass, fine‐ass Scottish singer,
Liam, is in the motherfucking store.
‐ We should probably turn off his music.
‐ On it.
♪
‐ Sorry. Gonna turn that off.
‐ No, you're good. No, keep going.
[music stops]
‐ You finding everything okay?
‐ Uh, yeah.
This is, uh... this is a cool spot
you guys got.
‐ Thank you.
‐ Really cool spot.
Liam. We, uh, we met last night,
at the show?
‐ Still Rob.
‐ Still Rob. Yeah.
Yeah, I just, I thought I'd come
and check out the shop.
Since you guys mentioned it. So‐‐
‐ Cool.
Check it out. Look around. Take a gander.
♪ foreign language pop song
playing on stereo ♪
♪
♪
‐ Os Mutantes.
‐ Oh, yeah.
They're a Brazilian psych‐rock band.
Heavily influenced
by the Tropicália movement.
‐ Yeah, man, I know‐‐
I love them. I just didn't realize
that they had a box‐set out.
Does this have the demos
with Caetano Veloso, then?
‐ Uh... yeah.
Yeah, not a ton, though because those
recordings are basically nonexistent.
‐ Someone's got good taste.
‐ Yeah, you know, I like to support
local singers and smaller bands.
LIAM: Yeah, look, listen,
I will take all the help I can get.
Marvin Gaye?
Um, I'll take this.
‐ Oh, cool.
‐ Excellent choice.
‐ Thank you.
So, uh, so you guys...
you guys busy tonight?
CHERISE: Uh... well...
SIMON: No.
No.
‐ Well, I mean, I'm playing
at Tape Exchange.
So, I mean, I could put
you guys on the list.
CHERISE: Okay.
SIMON: That's cool.
CHERISE: Well, you know, whatever you‐‐
SIMON: Why not? Sure.
‐ No pressure.
‐ It's, uh, $19.99.
‐ Yeah.
♪
‐ Thank you.
[cash register beeping]
♪
♪
‐ Do you want a receipt or a bag‐‐
‐ No, no.
I'm good, thanks.
ROB: Enjoy.
‐ Thanks.
Uh, maybe I'll see you tonight or‐‐
‐ Yeah, maybe you will.
‐ Cool.
‐ All right, take care.
[doorbell tinkles]
‐ "Maybe you will."
‐ Yeah, "Maybe you will."
SIMON: "Maybe you‐‐"
‐ Shut up.
‐ Okay. I gotta go home
and change my shirt.
‐ Into what? Your other shirt?
‐ Watch it!
‐ I can't go to a show right now.
He is hot.
I'm just, um,
kind of in a weird place.
[indistinct chatter]
What in the shit am I doing here?
‐ Two more?
‐ Yeah.
‐ I am a sick person.
I am a sick, sick person.
How could I be any more‐‐
BARTENDER: Hi, baby.
What'll it be?
‐ I'll have a... frosé, please.
‐ Hmm.
‐ Pathetic. That's how.
That's how I could be more pathetic.
‐ So good.
‐ The best.
‐ Any one of these girls
could love sunsets and flowers,
dogs and Mac.
Thanks.
And since I've never seen the bitch,
every single one of them
may as well be Lily.
♪
[slurps]
♪
It's really delicious.
‐ How's the Lily?
Lily, Lily, Lily.
‐ Lily?
ALL:
Lily! Lily! Lily! Lily! Lily! Lily!
♪
‐ I'm really sick.
I'm sick.
♪
♪ Girl, you need a... ♪
♪ Everything's confused ♪
[continues singing]
♪ 'Cause there's no time,
time, time, time ♪
♪ Time to lose ♪
♪
♪
‐ Hey, Rob.
I... I can't really hear you.
What? Frosé?
I can't hear you.
Maybe just meet us at the bar in 30?
CHERISE:
I've been goin' for it, you know?
But now, I'm tryin' to collaborate,
find some new peeps to find a new sound,
you know what I'm sayin'?
'Cause I'm just tryin' to be
on that next wave.
‐ I mean, that's it.
You just, you gotta find your people.
‐ Yes. Exactly.
Problem is, I'm kind of on
a different level, you know?
‐ You gotta trust.
‐ Yeah.
You know, like Courtney Love.
Courtney Love, she was 25,
she was like a total punk, you know?
‐ Yeah.
‐ So she put up an ad.
She said, "I want to start a band.
My influences are Big Black,
Sonic Youth, Fleetwood Mac."
‐ That's it?
‐ That's it.
That's how she started Hole.
She just pointed a flare gun
up into the universe
and the universe answered.
‐ Well, I really like that.
So, basically what you're saying is,
you just gotta put it out there,
and then they'll eventually come to you?
Yeah. Yo, that's some real heavy shit.
[Liam laughs]
SIMON: Hey.
‐ Hey.
Hey.
Sorry I missed the show.
‐ It's all good.
These guys say that you
always show up eventually.
‐ Did they?
Did they?
‐ Right. Anyone fancy a game of
Chase The Dragon?
SIMON:
I've never seen Rob play a sport.
Well, they seem into each other.
‐ Yeah, I know. Thank God
for that too, right?
'Cause this girl needs a break.
It's like, all right, cool, dude.
I get it. You know what I mean?
We're both musicians,
and, you know, you wanna like‐‐
[chuckles]
You good?
‐ It's just‐‐ Okay.
Your whole "music career" has been about
to "pop off" for like
seventeen thousand years,
and I'm just wondering why we haven't,
you know, heard any of your music.
‐ 'Cause good art takes time,
and I'm perfecting my sound.
‐ Okay. What is your "sound"?
‐ It don't even matter, dude.
You wouldn't even be familiar
with my immediate influences.
‐ I mean, try me.
‐ They're mostly French.
♪ I'm lookin' up ♪
‐ Oh!
♪ Everything's... ♪
ROB:
Okay. Maybe Cameron was right.
I needed a distraction.
And as far as distractions go,
could be worse.
So, if Simon's theory is true,
that it's not what you're like
but what you like that matters,
then Liam and I are Exhibit A.
We bond over books, TV, music, movies.
We express our shared opinions
on Joan Didion, J Dilla, dubstep,
Escape from New York,
sports, Mexican food:
yes, yes, no, yes, no, and yes.
‐ I gotta go home. I'm done.
‐ Okay.
[police siren wailing]
‐ The cops are after me.
They're coming.
ROB: They're coming.
‐ I gotta go.
‐ Don't shoot.
SIMON: Bye, guys
‐ Yo, okay, I gotta tell you the truth.
Gonna be late tomorrow.
‐ You're late every day.
‐ You get me and that's why I love you.
[Cherise laughs]
Hey, yo, Simon!
♪ The Equatics' Merry Go Round playing ♪
♪ Your love ♪
♪ Is life on a merry go round ♪
♪ Fooling around ♪
♪ With me all the time ♪
♪ Your love ♪
♪ Is life on a merry go round ♪
‐ You smoke?
‐ No.
You're a classy bitch, you know that?
‐ Well, I need some glasses
in my apartment, so‐‐
‐ Sounds like a shithole.
‐ You know, I think you would like it.
Why don't we check it out.
There's plenty of whiskey.
ROB: Well, in that case‐‐
[chuckles]
♪ smooth jazz music playing ♪
‐ Excellent choice.
‐ Why, thank you.
So what do you think?
You know, it's not really like my style,
but the label offered to pay for it
so I was like...
‐ It's nice.
‐ Thank you.
‐ You're welcome.
‐ Right. Now, tell me if this is not
the most wonderful thing
that you've ever got on your lips.
‐ Just about.
‐ It's nice, isn't it?
‐ Very good.
Nice move there.
‐ So, uh... so what was yours called?
‐ My what?
‐ Your ex.
‐ What?
‐ [stammering]
The guy that you made the playlist for.
Your ex.
‐ Oh, wow!
Wow, Simon. Fuck you, Simon.
Oh, my god.
‐ Hey, listen, to be fair,
he did say that it was
an excellent playlist.
ROB: Really?
You know what's gonna be excellent,
when I murder him in his sleep.
‐ That's weird.
You know what? He's probably
just worried about you.
‐ Mm‐hmm.
‐ Well, mine was called... Jenny.
Yeah, Jenny.
[clears throat]
I actually, I wrote a song,
Nina Simone Times Two.
‐ Oh yeah. I know that song.
I like that song.
‐ Well, thank you. Thank you.
Yeah, It's about me and my ex
dividing up our record collection.
‐ How'd you make out?
‐ Oh, terribly.
‐ Brutal.
‐ Bad.
‐ Brutal.
‐ [Scottish accent] Brutal.
‐ [Scottish accent] Brutal.
‐ That was good.
‐ Thank you.
[sighs]
My turn. Yes. Okay.
Mine is called... Mac.
‐ Mac? Okay.
‐ Mac.
And Mac
just moved back
with a girl.
‐ And?
‐ Named Lilly.
Which is... a total bullshit name.
‐ Terrible name.
‐ Fucking bullshit name.
Right?
‐ Yeah.
‐ And‐‐
And I don't know, she just seems so
different.
‐ Different how?
‐ Well, first of all,
she seems like a fuckin' bitch.
‐ Of course. Yeah.
‐ I've never met her but
she seems like a fuckin' bitch.
‐ Yeah.
‐ And, um,
I don't know, she just seems like, um,
uncomplicated, I guess.
And I just don't get how he can want that,
you know, like,
if he wanted that, I don't get
how he was ever with me.
Did it not work because I wasn't
what he wanted?
Or did he change what he wanted
because... of what I am?
You know, it's like,
it's like, you're with someone,
right?
And... you're like one person,
you become a part of them,
and then you're not with them,
and they become
like this fuckin' stranger.
You know?
And I just don't get it.
I don't get... how we get
from there to here.
And it just makes me think
I know nothing.
I know none of the answers
to... any of the questions.
And that's me not talking
about that anymore.
So, um... how long ago was Jenny?
‐ Jenny?
‐ Hmm. Jenny.
‐ Um, we broke up last spring.
‐ Mm‐hmm.
‐ So... like, a year?
Yeah. A year. Wow.
Graduation.
‐ Hmm.
‐ College graduate, very impressive.
[both laughing]
‐ No, not college.
High school.
‐ Um... uh... you‐‐
I just remembered that I have to, um,
go.
I have to go.
‐ Well, I, I mean, we still got, um,
the second side of the record.
‐ I know.
I know. Goddammit.
Um...
yeah, I have to go.
I forgot about‐‐
‐ Uh, yeah. I mean, okay, cool.
I'm actually going to Montreal tomorrow.
We're doing this week‐long tour thing,
but, I mean, I can call you‐‐
‐ Yeah. Sure. Give me a call.
‐ Oh, okay‐‐
‐ Bye.
He's a fucking child!
Good morning.
SIMON: Hey.
So, I, uh, found a Lily photo.
‐ No.
‐ Yeah.
It was actually kinda complicated.
I had to do, like, a sort of Venn diagram
of Mac and Lily's shared friends,
and I cross‐referenced them
across a few different‐‐
‐ Can you show me the fucking photo, man?
‐ ...platforms. Yeah.
Says it's a housewarming party
from three weeks ago.
‐ Mm‐hmm.
‐ She kinda what you expected?
‐ I don't know.
‐ I mean, do you feel better
now that you've seen her?
‐ Yeah. Maybe.
Thanks.
‐ Yeah. Yeah.
‐ It doesn't feel better.
Why don't I feel better?
Why do I never get any better?
Why do all my relationships end
with me feeling like
this?
Cam's right.
I'm stuck in a dysfunctional fuckin' loop.
[glass thuds]
Okay.
What's wrong with me?
Seriously?
I need answers.
[sighs]
I need to know.
♪
♪
[keypad beeping]
[telephone ringing]
‐ Excuse me.
Hello.
‐ Hi. Is this the Bannister residence?
‐ Yes.
‐ Hi, um, this is Rob Brooks?
Um, I'm an old friend of Kevin's?
I used to live across the street from you?
WOMAN: I'm sorry, dear,
what did you say your name was?
‐ Robyn Brooks?
Um, I was
actually Kevin's first girlfriend,
and, um, I was just wondering if you had
a number I could reach him at or‐‐
WOMAN: I'm sorry,
I hate to quibble with you but
Kevin married his first girlfriend,
Hannah Shepherd.
‐ What?
WOMAN: I assure you.
Hannah Shepherd, now Bannister,
was Kevin's first and last girlfriend.
‐ Well, technically,
I was his first girlfriend.
WOMAN: I don't know what
you mean by "technically."
‐ Well, we dated a few days
before he met Hannah,
so technically, I was‐‐
‐ Oh, okay.
Okay, I gotta go now, Donna.
You can reach Kevin
on Facebook if you'd like.
Have a good night!
‐ Holy shit.
Kevin... married
Hannah.
He married her!
Kissed me in seventh grade,
kissed Hannah in seventh grade,
married Hannah.
This is great!
The demise of our relationship
had nothing to do with me.
It was fate!
It was destiny! It was beyond my control!
I... am
fine now.
I love this!
♪ Blondie's Heart of Glass
playing on stereo ♪
I want more.
I wanna see all the others
in the big Top Five:
Kat and Justin,
all of 'em.
‐ Of course, you do, babe.
See how they all are.
Heal that little heart of glass.
‐ Yeah.
And then they'll feel good.
Then I'll feel good.
‐ Well, maybe they won't feel so good.
But you'll feel great.
‐ Yeah.
‐ You say your final
good luck and goodbye
to your "All‐Time Top Five."
And you can move on.
‐ Yes.
‐ Break the pattern of heartbreak.
And free yourself.
‐ Free myself.
♪
♪
[glasses clink]
Thanks, Debbie.
‐ You're welcome.
♪ In between ♪
♪ What I find is pleasing ♪
♪ And I'm feeling fine ♪
♪ Love is so confusing ♪
♪ There's no peace of mind ♪
♪ If I fear I'm losing you ♪
♪ It's just no good ♪
♪ You teasing like you do ♪
♪ Once I had a love
I thought it was a gas ♪
♪ Soon turned out
to be a pain in the ass ♪
♪ Seemed like a real thing ♪
♪ But I was so blind ♪
♪ Mucho mistrust, love's gone behind ♪
♪
ROB: What... fucking... Lily girl?
Mac doesn't know anyone named Lily.
Last I checked, he lived
in a completely Lily‐less universe.
How do I know this?
Because when he lived here,
I knew everyone he knew.
And there wasn't one single Lily.
Not a Lilian,
a Lilith, a Delilah.
Not one.
So... if Mac does know a Lily
in the greater metropolitan area
of New York City,
he had to have met her
in the three weeks he's been back.
So, he's been back for three weeks,
and he's met someone already.
Cool.
Cool, cool, cool, cool.
I mean, three weeks,
how serious could it even be?
I mean, what do people who have been
together for three weeks even do?
They have sex.
Just constantly have sex.
[doorbell tinkling]
♪ Blondie's Heart of Glass
playing on stereo ♪
‐ Y'all do buybacks, right?
‐ Not for family.
‐ Hmm.
‐ Why you getting rid of these?
CAM: Spring cleaning.
Uh, Nikki asked me to clean out the den
to set up the nursery.
‐ What, babies don't like music?
‐ Babies don't like asthma.
Apparently, the vinyl collects dust.
‐ Maybe if you listened to them more,
they'd be less dusty.
‐ Look, I can bring ‘em to Lionel
at Top Grade.
‐ Ugh, that guy's the worst.
‐ So, what's going on, man?
How... how are ya?
‐ I'm good. Fine.
‐ I'm sorry about... about brunch.
I just, I‐‐
Yo, Nikki's all mad at me
because I brought up the Lily thing,
but I thought you knew. So‐‐
‐ Dude.
You don't think your baby's
gonna like N. W. A.?
[gasps]
Are you not the father?
‐ You're a dick.
‐ Is it not your kid?
[Cameron chuckles]
‐ I mean, just please tell me that
you're not obsessing about all this 'cause
no offense, but you tend
to overthink things a little.
‐ Uh, I think I tend to think about things
the exact right amount, thank you.
[stammering] Look‐‐ whatever.
It's not like it's serious, okay.
He's been back in town for,
like, a second. It's fine.
What?
What?
[sighs]
‐ They met in London.
They moved here together.
They've been together for over a year.
‐ Over a year?
‐ Are you gonna buy those records
from me or what?
‐ We just broke up
13 and a half months ago.
‐ Okay. Well, that's you
not overthinking things.
‐ Jesus. And you're, you're just
telling me this now?
Jesus Christ, whose side are you on?
What the fuck?
‐ Whoa! Okay, and that's you not
inserting me back into it again. Like‐‐
‐ Fine. Just‐‐ Thirty bucks.
‐ Thirty bucks?
Okay, Run‐DMC's
first record's in here. So‐‐
‐ Fine, 45. But it's store credit.
‐ Okay, I can't leave
the house with records
and just come back
with different records, Rob.
‐ Suit yourself, dude.
‐ You know you do this
after every relationship?
‐ Do what?
‐ Okay. And this, this is
the last thing I'm gonna say, okay.
Who, who was the guy that you dated
in, like, the seventh grade?
It was like, uh, Kevin
or Devin or Dermot‐‐
‐ Kevin Bannister. Kevin Bannister.
‐ Bannister. Yes.
You guys "went out" for like
a minute and a half.
And then you broke up,
and you spent, like, the whole summer just
listening to The Cure
and, like, drawing skulls in your bedroom.
‐ So?
‐ So? That was the seventh grade,
and you're still doing
the exact same thing right now.
‐ Am not!
‐ Are too!
You're with someone, and then it ends,
and then you just, you,
you freak out and shut down
and spend, like, the next five years
just spinning your wheels
and muttering to yourself
about "what went wrong?"
‐ That's called "dating."
‐ Is it?
‐ Yeah.
‐ Is it?
Never mind, then.
‐ [mockingly] Never mind.
‐ You never mind.
‐ You‐‐
‐ What you want for the poster?
[Rob sighs heavily]
‐ Call it even.
‐ Dope.
‐ Look, it's fine, all right.
I'm not an idiot.
It was bound to happen at some point.
Mac has a new girlfriend.
See? I'm fine. It's fine.
It's not like they're married.
What?
What?
‐ I don't know,
I heard he got a ring, okay.
Can I have my poster?
You just gotta get over
this Mac thing, all right.
Like... just find something
to occupy your time.
Some kind of distraction. Anything.
♪ Yeah, riding high
on love's true bluish light ♪
♪
♪
♪
[sighs heavily]
Stop.
♪
[closes drawer]
♪
♪
SIMON: Hey, Rob.
‐ Hey.
‐ We're still doing ten percent
off all the disco?
‐ Yeah, yeah, for sure.
‐ Okay.
Wha‐‐ Hey, what are you doing?
‐ Nothing.
‐ 'Cause it... looked like you
were looking at Mac's Instagram.
‐ Yeah.
Yeah, I was.
Look, Simon, there's some‐‐
[exhales forcefully]
There's some Lily girl. So‐‐
‐ Oh.
Is that why you're smoking in the office?
‐ No.
‐ Is that why you're smoking
in the first place?
‐ Maybe.
‐ She's just... she's probably
just some dumb cunt.
That actually felt terrible.
‐ Well, thank you.
I appreciate that. Thanks for trying.
I mean, look at this shit.
I went to her profile. Right?
[clears throat]
It's just all dogs and sunsets and flowers
and cocktails and dogs
and flowers and sunsets.
‐ Gross.
‐ Gross.
‐ You just wanna see her face.
‐ Yeah. Yeah, I guess I just wanna see
her dumb, whore face.
That felt... yeah, that felt terrible.
‐ Right?
‐ Mm‐hmm.
I just wanna know what kind
of person she is.
‐ Well, apparently, she's the kind
of person that enjoys frosés.
‐ The fuck is a frosé?
‐ Hmm? Evidently, it's something
you do "all day."
‐ Sounds exhausting.
‐ Why can't we ever have nice things?
Look at this, there's a dog, a sunset,
flowers, another dog‐‐
Oh, there's a cat!
‐ Cat? Cat!
[gasps]
It's Marco!
‐ Oh, is that Mac's cat?
‐ Yeah.
[Rob exhales forcefully]
Okay.
All right.
Read me the caption.
‐ Please don't make me do‐‐
‐ No, it's fine. I can take it.
What's it say?
‐ Love of my life.
‐ Oh god!
‐ I know.
I didn't wanna tell you.
CHERISE:
Yo...
he's in here.
‐ Who's in here?
‐ Who's in‐‐ Liam.
The dope‐ass, fine‐ass Scottish singer,
Liam, is in the motherfucking store.
‐ We should probably turn off his music.
‐ On it.
♪
‐ Sorry. Gonna turn that off.
‐ No, you're good. No, keep going.
[music stops]
‐ You finding everything okay?
‐ Uh, yeah.
This is, uh... this is a cool spot
you guys got.
‐ Thank you.
‐ Really cool spot.
Liam. We, uh, we met last night,
at the show?
‐ Still Rob.
‐ Still Rob. Yeah.
Yeah, I just, I thought I'd come
and check out the shop.
Since you guys mentioned it. So‐‐
‐ Cool.
Check it out. Look around. Take a gander.
♪ foreign language pop song
playing on stereo ♪
♪
♪
‐ Os Mutantes.
‐ Oh, yeah.
They're a Brazilian psych‐rock band.
Heavily influenced
by the Tropicália movement.
‐ Yeah, man, I know‐‐
I love them. I just didn't realize
that they had a box‐set out.
Does this have the demos
with Caetano Veloso, then?
‐ Uh... yeah.
Yeah, not a ton, though because those
recordings are basically nonexistent.
‐ Someone's got good taste.
‐ Yeah, you know, I like to support
local singers and smaller bands.
LIAM: Yeah, look, listen,
I will take all the help I can get.
Marvin Gaye?
Um, I'll take this.
‐ Oh, cool.
‐ Excellent choice.
‐ Thank you.
So, uh, so you guys...
you guys busy tonight?
CHERISE: Uh... well...
SIMON: No.
No.
‐ Well, I mean, I'm playing
at Tape Exchange.
So, I mean, I could put
you guys on the list.
CHERISE: Okay.
SIMON: That's cool.
CHERISE: Well, you know, whatever you‐‐
SIMON: Why not? Sure.
‐ No pressure.
‐ It's, uh, $19.99.
‐ Yeah.
♪
‐ Thank you.
[cash register beeping]
♪
♪
‐ Do you want a receipt or a bag‐‐
‐ No, no.
I'm good, thanks.
ROB: Enjoy.
‐ Thanks.
Uh, maybe I'll see you tonight or‐‐
‐ Yeah, maybe you will.
‐ Cool.
‐ All right, take care.
[doorbell tinkles]
‐ "Maybe you will."
‐ Yeah, "Maybe you will."
SIMON: "Maybe you‐‐"
‐ Shut up.
‐ Okay. I gotta go home
and change my shirt.
‐ Into what? Your other shirt?
‐ Watch it!
‐ I can't go to a show right now.
He is hot.
I'm just, um,
kind of in a weird place.
[indistinct chatter]
What in the shit am I doing here?
‐ Two more?
‐ Yeah.
‐ I am a sick person.
I am a sick, sick person.
How could I be any more‐‐
BARTENDER: Hi, baby.
What'll it be?
‐ I'll have a... frosé, please.
‐ Hmm.
‐ Pathetic. That's how.
That's how I could be more pathetic.
‐ So good.
‐ The best.
‐ Any one of these girls
could love sunsets and flowers,
dogs and Mac.
Thanks.
And since I've never seen the bitch,
every single one of them
may as well be Lily.
♪
[slurps]
♪
It's really delicious.
‐ How's the Lily?
Lily, Lily, Lily.
‐ Lily?
ALL:
Lily! Lily! Lily! Lily! Lily! Lily!
♪
‐ I'm really sick.
I'm sick.
♪
♪ Girl, you need a... ♪
♪ Everything's confused ♪
[continues singing]
♪ 'Cause there's no time,
time, time, time ♪
♪ Time to lose ♪
♪
♪
‐ Hey, Rob.
I... I can't really hear you.
What? Frosé?
I can't hear you.
Maybe just meet us at the bar in 30?
CHERISE:
I've been goin' for it, you know?
But now, I'm tryin' to collaborate,
find some new peeps to find a new sound,
you know what I'm sayin'?
'Cause I'm just tryin' to be
on that next wave.
‐ I mean, that's it.
You just, you gotta find your people.
‐ Yes. Exactly.
Problem is, I'm kind of on
a different level, you know?
‐ You gotta trust.
‐ Yeah.
You know, like Courtney Love.
Courtney Love, she was 25,
she was like a total punk, you know?
‐ Yeah.
‐ So she put up an ad.
She said, "I want to start a band.
My influences are Big Black,
Sonic Youth, Fleetwood Mac."
‐ That's it?
‐ That's it.
That's how she started Hole.
She just pointed a flare gun
up into the universe
and the universe answered.
‐ Well, I really like that.
So, basically what you're saying is,
you just gotta put it out there,
and then they'll eventually come to you?
Yeah. Yo, that's some real heavy shit.
[Liam laughs]
SIMON: Hey.
‐ Hey.
Hey.
Sorry I missed the show.
‐ It's all good.
These guys say that you
always show up eventually.
‐ Did they?
Did they?
‐ Right. Anyone fancy a game of
Chase The Dragon?
SIMON:
I've never seen Rob play a sport.
Well, they seem into each other.
‐ Yeah, I know. Thank God
for that too, right?
'Cause this girl needs a break.
It's like, all right, cool, dude.
I get it. You know what I mean?
We're both musicians,
and, you know, you wanna like‐‐
[chuckles]
You good?
‐ It's just‐‐ Okay.
Your whole "music career" has been about
to "pop off" for like
seventeen thousand years,
and I'm just wondering why we haven't,
you know, heard any of your music.
‐ 'Cause good art takes time,
and I'm perfecting my sound.
‐ Okay. What is your "sound"?
‐ It don't even matter, dude.
You wouldn't even be familiar
with my immediate influences.
‐ I mean, try me.
‐ They're mostly French.
♪ I'm lookin' up ♪
‐ Oh!
♪ Everything's... ♪
ROB:
Okay. Maybe Cameron was right.
I needed a distraction.
And as far as distractions go,
could be worse.
So, if Simon's theory is true,
that it's not what you're like
but what you like that matters,
then Liam and I are Exhibit A.
We bond over books, TV, music, movies.
We express our shared opinions
on Joan Didion, J Dilla, dubstep,
Escape from New York,
sports, Mexican food:
yes, yes, no, yes, no, and yes.
‐ I gotta go home. I'm done.
‐ Okay.
[police siren wailing]
‐ The cops are after me.
They're coming.
ROB: They're coming.
‐ I gotta go.
‐ Don't shoot.
SIMON: Bye, guys
‐ Yo, okay, I gotta tell you the truth.
Gonna be late tomorrow.
‐ You're late every day.
‐ You get me and that's why I love you.
[Cherise laughs]
Hey, yo, Simon!
♪ The Equatics' Merry Go Round playing ♪
♪ Your love ♪
♪ Is life on a merry go round ♪
♪ Fooling around ♪
♪ With me all the time ♪
♪ Your love ♪
♪ Is life on a merry go round ♪
‐ You smoke?
‐ No.
You're a classy bitch, you know that?
‐ Well, I need some glasses
in my apartment, so‐‐
‐ Sounds like a shithole.
‐ You know, I think you would like it.
Why don't we check it out.
There's plenty of whiskey.
ROB: Well, in that case‐‐
[chuckles]
♪ smooth jazz music playing ♪
‐ Excellent choice.
‐ Why, thank you.
So what do you think?
You know, it's not really like my style,
but the label offered to pay for it
so I was like...
‐ It's nice.
‐ Thank you.
‐ You're welcome.
‐ Right. Now, tell me if this is not
the most wonderful thing
that you've ever got on your lips.
‐ Just about.
‐ It's nice, isn't it?
‐ Very good.
Nice move there.
‐ So, uh... so what was yours called?
‐ My what?
‐ Your ex.
‐ What?
‐ [stammering]
The guy that you made the playlist for.
Your ex.
‐ Oh, wow!
Wow, Simon. Fuck you, Simon.
Oh, my god.
‐ Hey, listen, to be fair,
he did say that it was
an excellent playlist.
ROB: Really?
You know what's gonna be excellent,
when I murder him in his sleep.
‐ That's weird.
You know what? He's probably
just worried about you.
‐ Mm‐hmm.
‐ Well, mine was called... Jenny.
Yeah, Jenny.
[clears throat]
I actually, I wrote a song,
Nina Simone Times Two.
‐ Oh yeah. I know that song.
I like that song.
‐ Well, thank you. Thank you.
Yeah, It's about me and my ex
dividing up our record collection.
‐ How'd you make out?
‐ Oh, terribly.
‐ Brutal.
‐ Bad.
‐ Brutal.
‐ [Scottish accent] Brutal.
‐ [Scottish accent] Brutal.
‐ That was good.
‐ Thank you.
[sighs]
My turn. Yes. Okay.
Mine is called... Mac.
‐ Mac? Okay.
‐ Mac.
And Mac
just moved back
with a girl.
‐ And?
‐ Named Lilly.
Which is... a total bullshit name.
‐ Terrible name.
‐ Fucking bullshit name.
Right?
‐ Yeah.
‐ And‐‐
And I don't know, she just seems so
different.
‐ Different how?
‐ Well, first of all,
she seems like a fuckin' bitch.
‐ Of course. Yeah.
‐ I've never met her but
she seems like a fuckin' bitch.
‐ Yeah.
‐ And, um,
I don't know, she just seems like, um,
uncomplicated, I guess.
And I just don't get how he can want that,
you know, like,
if he wanted that, I don't get
how he was ever with me.
Did it not work because I wasn't
what he wanted?
Or did he change what he wanted
because... of what I am?
You know, it's like,
it's like, you're with someone,
right?
And... you're like one person,
you become a part of them,
and then you're not with them,
and they become
like this fuckin' stranger.
You know?
And I just don't get it.
I don't get... how we get
from there to here.
And it just makes me think
I know nothing.
I know none of the answers
to... any of the questions.
And that's me not talking
about that anymore.
So, um... how long ago was Jenny?
‐ Jenny?
‐ Hmm. Jenny.
‐ Um, we broke up last spring.
‐ Mm‐hmm.
‐ So... like, a year?
Yeah. A year. Wow.
Graduation.
‐ Hmm.
‐ College graduate, very impressive.
[both laughing]
‐ No, not college.
High school.
‐ Um... uh... you‐‐
I just remembered that I have to, um,
go.
I have to go.
‐ Well, I, I mean, we still got, um,
the second side of the record.
‐ I know.
I know. Goddammit.
Um...
yeah, I have to go.
I forgot about‐‐
‐ Uh, yeah. I mean, okay, cool.
I'm actually going to Montreal tomorrow.
We're doing this week‐long tour thing,
but, I mean, I can call you‐‐
‐ Yeah. Sure. Give me a call.
‐ Oh, okay‐‐
‐ Bye.
He's a fucking child!
Good morning.
SIMON: Hey.
So, I, uh, found a Lily photo.
‐ No.
‐ Yeah.
It was actually kinda complicated.
I had to do, like, a sort of Venn diagram
of Mac and Lily's shared friends,
and I cross‐referenced them
across a few different‐‐
‐ Can you show me the fucking photo, man?
‐ ...platforms. Yeah.
Says it's a housewarming party
from three weeks ago.
‐ Mm‐hmm.
‐ She kinda what you expected?
‐ I don't know.
‐ I mean, do you feel better
now that you've seen her?
‐ Yeah. Maybe.
Thanks.
‐ Yeah. Yeah.
‐ It doesn't feel better.
Why don't I feel better?
Why do I never get any better?
Why do all my relationships end
with me feeling like
this?
Cam's right.
I'm stuck in a dysfunctional fuckin' loop.
[glass thuds]
Okay.
What's wrong with me?
Seriously?
I need answers.
[sighs]
I need to know.
♪
♪
[keypad beeping]
[telephone ringing]
‐ Excuse me.
Hello.
‐ Hi. Is this the Bannister residence?
‐ Yes.
‐ Hi, um, this is Rob Brooks?
Um, I'm an old friend of Kevin's?
I used to live across the street from you?
WOMAN: I'm sorry, dear,
what did you say your name was?
‐ Robyn Brooks?
Um, I was
actually Kevin's first girlfriend,
and, um, I was just wondering if you had
a number I could reach him at or‐‐
WOMAN: I'm sorry,
I hate to quibble with you but
Kevin married his first girlfriend,
Hannah Shepherd.
‐ What?
WOMAN: I assure you.
Hannah Shepherd, now Bannister,
was Kevin's first and last girlfriend.
‐ Well, technically,
I was his first girlfriend.
WOMAN: I don't know what
you mean by "technically."
‐ Well, we dated a few days
before he met Hannah,
so technically, I was‐‐
‐ Oh, okay.
Okay, I gotta go now, Donna.
You can reach Kevin
on Facebook if you'd like.
Have a good night!
‐ Holy shit.
Kevin... married
Hannah.
He married her!
Kissed me in seventh grade,
kissed Hannah in seventh grade,
married Hannah.
This is great!
The demise of our relationship
had nothing to do with me.
It was fate!
It was destiny! It was beyond my control!
I... am
fine now.
I love this!
♪ Blondie's Heart of Glass
playing on stereo ♪
I want more.
I wanna see all the others
in the big Top Five:
Kat and Justin,
all of 'em.
‐ Of course, you do, babe.
See how they all are.
Heal that little heart of glass.
‐ Yeah.
And then they'll feel good.
Then I'll feel good.
‐ Well, maybe they won't feel so good.
But you'll feel great.
‐ Yeah.
‐ You say your final
good luck and goodbye
to your "All‐Time Top Five."
And you can move on.
‐ Yes.
‐ Break the pattern of heartbreak.
And free yourself.
‐ Free myself.
♪
♪
[glasses clink]
Thanks, Debbie.
‐ You're welcome.
♪ In between ♪
♪ What I find is pleasing ♪
♪ And I'm feeling fine ♪
♪ Love is so confusing ♪
♪ There's no peace of mind ♪
♪ If I fear I'm losing you ♪
♪ It's just no good ♪
♪ You teasing like you do ♪
♪ Once I had a love
I thought it was a gas ♪
♪ Soon turned out
to be a pain in the ass ♪
♪ Seemed like a real thing ♪
♪ But I was so blind ♪
♪ Mucho mistrust, love's gone behind ♪
♪