Mozart in the Jungle (2014–2018): Season 2, Episode 8 - Leave Everything Behind - full transcript
Thomas shares his symphony with soon-to-be-ex-wife Claire, who finds the music absolutely breathtaking. A funeral becomes the setting of backstage plotting between the orchestra and the board. Rodrigo attempts to let go of something from his past, but she will have nun of it. Hailey goes on a date with a board member and finds out more than she thought she would.
[classical music]
[classical music]
[doorbell rings]
- Thomas.
- Claire.
I have a present for you.
Your favorite: lilies.
- Lilacs.
- Lilacs.
Yes, of course.
Oh, I've signed
the bloody divorce papers.
And now, as friends,
maybe a new beginning?
- Thomas, you know I can't
read your whole score.
- No, no, this is just
for me to follow;
mitigate the agony
of waiting for the verdict
from the one woman that I trust.
- Come.
I've made tea.
- Oh, lovely.
I'm parched.
All right, put these on.
Make sure they're comfortable.
Is that good?
All right.
Get ready.
Coming through?
Good, good.
I inverted the opening section
and put--
just listen, yeah.
Can you hear me?
Just nod your head
if you can hear me.
- Thomas, when you talk,
I can't listen.
- Our marriage
in a nutshell, hmm.
- It's--
- Ah, relax.
- Thomas!
- All right--
I know.
Pipe down, Thomas.
All right, good.
I'll shut up.
Just listen.
- [groaning]
- What was that, a wince?
Was it the woodwinds?
Oh, no, no, no, no.
No, don't.
It's not finished yet.
You're nearly there.
It all weaves together
in the end.
Just--it's beautifully--
it comes together.
Was that an exhausted slump
or a "Oh, God, Thomas,
your career is over" slump?
Claire?
[somber organ music]
Oh, hi.
- Maestro, we're so sorry.
- Thank you, thank you.
Appreciate it.
- Yes, Maestro.
- Thank you for coming.
Thank you.
Thank you.
- Gloria.
- [sighs]
- Sad occasion.
- Yes, tragic.
Claire was a lovely woman.
- Oh, Erik, hey.
What the hell's happening
with the yuan?
- God knows, right?
Gloria, my condolences.
- Thank you.
She was a dear friend
and a dear friend
of the orchestra.
- Ay, Michel, I think
that maybe we shouldn't go.
- I think it's
the right thing to do.
- Of course
it's the right thing.
Yes, it's the right thing.
Yes, yes, this is the only way
that I'm gonna get this--
this thing out of my system.
- Maestro, about the curse...
do you think it could be
psychosomatic?
- Of course, Michel.
Of course it's psychosomatic.
Everything is.
Me, you, the music,
the way we experience things.
It's in the head.
Psychosomatic.
- I like working
for you, Maestro.
- I know, Michel.
I know.
[somber music playing]
- It's gonna happen
to all of us.
And soon.
- Death?
- Well, basically--
a lockout.
- Show some respect.
There's a dead lady up there.
- She's not up there anymore.
Just an empty vessel.
- Oh, it's just so sad.
- Carpe diem, because next diem,
there'll be nothing to carpe.
- Oh, God.
The whole board is here.
- We can't let this happen.
We can't let
this orchestra die.
We have to make a deal.
- Why don't you just
walk across the aisle
and ask them to dance?
- Hi, Nina.
Surprised to see you here.
- Scouting the opposition.
There's Darth.
There's young Luke.
The question is, will he
go over to the dark side,
or will he vote for us?
I need four yeses for the board
to approve our counteroffer.
Not impossible.
- Gloria's sympathetic to us.
She wants what we want.
- Well, that's one yes.
- We know where
Biben stands.
- Yeah, right on our backs.
- He's an obvious no.
- Well, so one
speculative yes,
one obvious no.
What about Erik Winklestrauss?
- I bet he's a yes.
He's really nice.
- How do you know?
- I met him.
And he kind of gave me
his number.
- Call him.
Maybe he'll tell you
how he's gonna vote.
- Claire was venomous.
But she was my oldest friend.
- Stiff upper lip,
Arlene.
- Now you're my oldest friend.
- Well, if I have to be
an oldest something,
I'm happy to be
your oldest friend.
- Hello.
Buongiorno.
Okay.
[bell rings]
Hello.
I'm looking for Ana Maria.
My name is...
Rodrigo DeSouza.
[high-pitched ringing]
[groaning]
Thank you.
[violin music playing]
Ahi esta.
- You've changed.
- Ana Maria?
Your lawyers,
they're saying
that you want to get married?
- Yeah.
I am promised.
But not to any man.
I want to take my vows,
Rodrigo.
I want to leave
everything behind.
- Okay.
Don't you think you're
overreacting a little bit?
We got into a fight, yes,
but we can always work it out.
We can always, you know--
we can always talk about it.
- Why is always about you,
mi amor?
- It just is.
Hey, Ana Maria.
Something terrible
happened to me in Mexico.
- You fell in love?
- No!
No, no, no, no.
No, I-- I was--
I got cursed.
- Is it not the same thing?
- No, it's not the same--
I mean,
between you and me, yes,
but between normal people,
it's not the same.
It's something else.
Maestro Rivera, he asked me
to go back to Mexico
and take his place.
- You accepted?
- No, I did not.
- Fuck.
Of course not.
- I know.
- You cannot give up
the grand stage.
- I'm beginning
to accept that, yes.
Yes, but I think
it's something more.
I think it has to do
with finding my place.
You know?
- And I mine.
Will you release me?
[sighs] - Oh...
- Sign here over my heart.
Divorce me so that I can marry
someone greater
than either of us.
- Greater than either of us?
That doesn't exist.
- It does.
- [sighs]
Okay, okay, give me the pen.
Okay, fine. I'll do it.
Ana Maria...
I think we're being a little bit
too hasty on this, you know?
- Sign at the bottom
and then on page three.
- Okay.
[murmuring]
- You're bleeding!
- Oh, yes, yes--
it's my--
I've got something wrong
with my ear.
- No, there is something wrong
with your soul.
- Why do you say those things?
- Because I wish you
what I have.
I wish you to give yourself
to something bigger--
greater than your little self.
- Hey, no, no! No.
'Cause I give myself
all the time to music.
I'm giving myself to music.
- Ha!
- Yes, Ana Maria.
- You forgot the last page.
- Ay, okay.
Okay, fine.
It's just a paper.
It's just a paper.
- Welcome, everyone.
Thank you all for coming.
It's so wonderful to see
so many of Claire's friends.
And it's also wonderful
to see the orchestra here
supporting me,
and I appreciate that.
Thank you so much.
You know, Claire Pembridge
was a doting wife,
a caring friend.
She always believed in me,
even when I didn't quite
believe in myself.
I tried to live up
to her exacting standards
of where my career
could possibly go.
After climbing
summit after summit,
there was Claire,
right beside me,
breathing the thin oxygen.
She always wanted me
to write a great symphony.
Well, unfortunately,
this was the last thing
she heard on planet Earth.
And now this is hers
and hers alone,
perhaps to be shared
with the angels.
[hinges creaks]
Buried with the murder weapon.
- For you.
- No.
- This violin
is the last violin
that I, Ana Maria,
shall ever play.
- No, no, no, no,
no, no, no.
No.
- The strings are woven
from my hair and cat intestines.
- Ana Maria,
this is your heart,
and this is an extension
of your body, okay?
This is you.
This is the music.
You cannot just
evaporate the music.
You cannot just take it away.
Okay?
I'm not gonna accept it.
No.
- Well, maybe I'll keep it
to myself a little while.
- Yes, you never know.
- Thank you, mi amor.
- Thank you.
- Keep your eyes to yourself,
Sister Frederika!
Good-bye...
my love.
- Ana Maria...
I'll see you soon.
Bye.
- Michel!
- Maestro!
How did it go?
- I signed the paper, you know.
It's just a paper.
It's just a paper.
But I think I now
can get rid of the--
- The curse.
- Yeah.
Yeah.
- Well, that's great.
Oh, shit.
Is that a dead bird?
- Wait, wait, wait,
wait, wait.
[high-pitched ringing]
- Ay!
- Maestro!
- Wait, wait, wait.
Get--
get in the car.
Get in the car.
- Okay!
- Don't look back.
- Time to go!
- Don't look back.
[cell phone buzzes]
- Oh, shit.
- What?
- [sighs]
- Oh, shit.
- It's all over the Internet:
a smear article
about our players' demands.
- "You're
money-grubbing musicians
who live lavish lives
of luxury."
- It's Christophe.
- Sweet-looking Porsche.
- Christophe, when did you
get a Porsche?
- That's our friend Wanda's
Porsche, not mine.
Virg, look at this.
- It was on your Instagram?
- But I only have,
like, 30 followers.
- How could you?
- I don't know
what you're talking about.
- You little sieve.
You leaked terms of negotiation,
you leaked photos online?
- It's what we had to do.
- "We"? Who's we?
Who's feeding you this?
- We're losing
the press battle, Gloria.
Edward said--
- Biben?
- Gloria, you know I love you.
- But you think Biben
is the future.
- Things are about
to get ugly,
and you don't do ugly.
I'm so sorry
for your loss.
- Thank you.
- My condolences.
Claire was--
- Oh, cut the bullshit, man.
You barely knew her.
Just send me a card.
Please, just leave me alone
with my thoughts.
- I apologize.
I overstepped.
Look, this may not be the time
to bring it up, but...
please consider taking up
the baton again.
Your orchestra's waiting.
- I love
the New York symphony.
Perhaps it's the only thing
that I really love.
- Then come back.
In a little while, I'll--
I'll have the decks cleaned
and the captain can come back
on board the ship
and stand on the poop deck.
- Hmm.
Edward, why do you want me
back so fucking much?
- Well, because you play
the music we all want to hear.
And plus,
you remind me of my dad.
Plus, you put the donors
in the seats.
And Rodrigo reminds me
of my stepbrother.
- Really?
- Yeah.
- Was he Mexican?
- No.
But he was
a cocky little prick.
By the way,
I noticed your hermano
didn't even bother to come by
to pay his respects.
Hmm?
I'll leave you
with your thoughts...
Maestro.
[classical music]
- Maestro!
Maestro.
Apologies for not
being here.
My deepest sympathies,
my brother.
It is the hardest thing
to say good-bye.
- [sighs]
I know you had no intention
of conducting my symphony.
- Don't think
about those things.
Don't--you have too many
things going on--
- I've thought about
nothing else, man.
I mean, all right, it's done--
finished.
Buried.
We had a double funeral today.
I need your eulogy.
- Look, it's--
it's not third rate.
Maybe second and a half.
It's got a construction to it.
It's got bones, you know?
It's got an architecture
that follows.
It's a great buildup.
Masterful.
It's really well constructed.
But I think you have to do
bad stuff all the way,
and then--
and then you will end up
doing good stuff after.
- I don't have time
to do the bad stuff.
- Don't say that.
You have all the time
in the world.
- You know, it's funny,
but that's
what Claire thought.
- Damn, Erik Winklestein
is cute.
- Strauss.
Why are you so shocked?
Black or blue?
- Whichever one's cleavier.
Shit, you're going on a date
with a venture capitalist,
whatever that means,
in an attempt to extract
potentially crucial information
in a legal battle.
That's like some
"Spy Kids" shit.
[cell phone buzzes]
What, did he message you?
"Looking forward to tonight."
No smiles, no emojis?
He's, like, a man.
- Boots or heels?
- Heels--come on.
- Done and done.
- Almost.
We need to kick this bitch
into overdrive.
Do you want some
of my Malaysian perfume?
- Uh, what about...
these?
Do you hate them?
- No, no.
I mean, I love them.
They're just not something
I'd picture you wearing.
- They're a family heirloom
from Rodrigo's grandmother.
- Hailey Rutledge!
Are you not saying
what I think you're saying?
- Uh...
- Why did you not
tell me before?
- I mean, I don't know.
It just slipped my mind.
- Well, we got a lot
to talk about.
- [sighs] Well?
- Well...
yeah, let's just hope
Erik's Winklestrauss
like's Rodrigo's
grandmother's earrings.
- Thank you.
- Thank you.
- Ahh.
- Does it have legs?
- Mmm, long legs.
[laughing]
I honestly know nothing
about wine, so...
- Me either, but apparently
it's good if it's got legs.
- I feel like you could
say that about most things.
- Except snakes.
- Hmm.
- That was bad.
- It was bad-good.
- I'm so sorry.
- [laughs]
It's okay.
- I'm really glad
you called, by the way.
I wanted to talk to you
the other day at the church.
I did not know
what the etiquette was
for flirting at a funeral.
- Oh, generally,
after Labor Day,
it's totally frowned upon,
but pre-Labor Day,
it's pretty chill.
- Okay.
- [laughs]
- You know what I can't
stop thinking about
since Gloria had
that donor party?
- What?
- Spanish.
I got to know it.
I got to learn.
- Why?
- Well, then you could just
charm any room
like Rodrigo did
with that speech.
- Oh, yeah.
He can be pretty charming.
- Yeah.
So how was Mexico,
by the way?
- How do you know
I was in Mexico?
- Well, as you know,
I'm on the board.
We have spies everywhere.
Everywhere.
You're in Argentina on the 5th,
Uruguay the 7th,
Venezuela, Chile.
I know every single move
the orchestra's made
in the last month.
- Hmm.
- You know, because it's on
the symphony's website.
You just log on.
It's pretty good.
[glass clatters]
- Oh, shit!
Oh, my God,
I'm so sorry.
Um...
- Hailey, I didn't
get any on me.
- [giggling]
I'm sorry.
Okay.
- Oh, no, I'm glad you made
the first move.
You know, I'm usually the one
who spills the wine
on the table.
- Thank you.
Perfect timing.
Can I at least
split the tip?
[classical music]
- So is it true?
- What?
- Most musicians grow up
in a home
with musical instruments
just laying around?
- No, what's true is that
most musicians grow up
living a life
of complete solitude
and having absolutely
no fun, ever.
- I guess you could say
the professional oboist
and the computer geek
have a little more in common
than one would think, right?
- Makes sense to me.
[laughs]
We get to drink really
long-legged bottles of wine now.
Yeah.
I had a lot of fun
tonight.
- Me too.
This is coming
way out of left field,
but I'm going to Montana
in a month
with some friends
to go skiing.
I'd love for you
to come with me.
- Aww...
- Is it too soon?
- No, I'd love to.
I just--
I'm a sub
in the symphony, and--
I'm like an EMT,
but the emergency
is always the oboe.
So I can't.
What?
- No, I'm just--
I mean, you may end up
with some free time.
- What do you mean?
- I'm sorry, I didn't mean
to talk shop on a date.
But you probably knew
that was coming, right?
- Yeah, let's not talk shop.
Maybe let's not talk at all.
Eek! [laughing]
- It's a pretty good one
tonight, right?
[laughing] What if you
just actually, like...
[classical music]
[doorbell rings]
- Thomas.
- Claire.
I have a present for you.
Your favorite: lilies.
- Lilacs.
- Lilacs.
Yes, of course.
Oh, I've signed
the bloody divorce papers.
And now, as friends,
maybe a new beginning?
- Thomas, you know I can't
read your whole score.
- No, no, this is just
for me to follow;
mitigate the agony
of waiting for the verdict
from the one woman that I trust.
- Come.
I've made tea.
- Oh, lovely.
I'm parched.
All right, put these on.
Make sure they're comfortable.
Is that good?
All right.
Get ready.
Coming through?
Good, good.
I inverted the opening section
and put--
just listen, yeah.
Can you hear me?
Just nod your head
if you can hear me.
- Thomas, when you talk,
I can't listen.
- Our marriage
in a nutshell, hmm.
- It's--
- Ah, relax.
- Thomas!
- All right--
I know.
Pipe down, Thomas.
All right, good.
I'll shut up.
Just listen.
- [groaning]
- What was that, a wince?
Was it the woodwinds?
Oh, no, no, no, no.
No, don't.
It's not finished yet.
You're nearly there.
It all weaves together
in the end.
Just--it's beautifully--
it comes together.
Was that an exhausted slump
or a "Oh, God, Thomas,
your career is over" slump?
Claire?
[somber organ music]
Oh, hi.
- Maestro, we're so sorry.
- Thank you, thank you.
Appreciate it.
- Yes, Maestro.
- Thank you for coming.
Thank you.
Thank you.
- Gloria.
- [sighs]
- Sad occasion.
- Yes, tragic.
Claire was a lovely woman.
- Oh, Erik, hey.
What the hell's happening
with the yuan?
- God knows, right?
Gloria, my condolences.
- Thank you.
She was a dear friend
and a dear friend
of the orchestra.
- Ay, Michel, I think
that maybe we shouldn't go.
- I think it's
the right thing to do.
- Of course
it's the right thing.
Yes, it's the right thing.
Yes, yes, this is the only way
that I'm gonna get this--
this thing out of my system.
- Maestro, about the curse...
do you think it could be
psychosomatic?
- Of course, Michel.
Of course it's psychosomatic.
Everything is.
Me, you, the music,
the way we experience things.
It's in the head.
Psychosomatic.
- I like working
for you, Maestro.
- I know, Michel.
I know.
[somber music playing]
- It's gonna happen
to all of us.
And soon.
- Death?
- Well, basically--
a lockout.
- Show some respect.
There's a dead lady up there.
- She's not up there anymore.
Just an empty vessel.
- Oh, it's just so sad.
- Carpe diem, because next diem,
there'll be nothing to carpe.
- Oh, God.
The whole board is here.
- We can't let this happen.
We can't let
this orchestra die.
We have to make a deal.
- Why don't you just
walk across the aisle
and ask them to dance?
- Hi, Nina.
Surprised to see you here.
- Scouting the opposition.
There's Darth.
There's young Luke.
The question is, will he
go over to the dark side,
or will he vote for us?
I need four yeses for the board
to approve our counteroffer.
Not impossible.
- Gloria's sympathetic to us.
She wants what we want.
- Well, that's one yes.
- We know where
Biben stands.
- Yeah, right on our backs.
- He's an obvious no.
- Well, so one
speculative yes,
one obvious no.
What about Erik Winklestrauss?
- I bet he's a yes.
He's really nice.
- How do you know?
- I met him.
And he kind of gave me
his number.
- Call him.
Maybe he'll tell you
how he's gonna vote.
- Claire was venomous.
But she was my oldest friend.
- Stiff upper lip,
Arlene.
- Now you're my oldest friend.
- Well, if I have to be
an oldest something,
I'm happy to be
your oldest friend.
- Hello.
Buongiorno.
Okay.
[bell rings]
Hello.
I'm looking for Ana Maria.
My name is...
Rodrigo DeSouza.
[high-pitched ringing]
[groaning]
Thank you.
[violin music playing]
Ahi esta.
- You've changed.
- Ana Maria?
Your lawyers,
they're saying
that you want to get married?
- Yeah.
I am promised.
But not to any man.
I want to take my vows,
Rodrigo.
I want to leave
everything behind.
- Okay.
Don't you think you're
overreacting a little bit?
We got into a fight, yes,
but we can always work it out.
We can always, you know--
we can always talk about it.
- Why is always about you,
mi amor?
- It just is.
Hey, Ana Maria.
Something terrible
happened to me in Mexico.
- You fell in love?
- No!
No, no, no, no.
No, I-- I was--
I got cursed.
- Is it not the same thing?
- No, it's not the same--
I mean,
between you and me, yes,
but between normal people,
it's not the same.
It's something else.
Maestro Rivera, he asked me
to go back to Mexico
and take his place.
- You accepted?
- No, I did not.
- Fuck.
Of course not.
- I know.
- You cannot give up
the grand stage.
- I'm beginning
to accept that, yes.
Yes, but I think
it's something more.
I think it has to do
with finding my place.
You know?
- And I mine.
Will you release me?
[sighs] - Oh...
- Sign here over my heart.
Divorce me so that I can marry
someone greater
than either of us.
- Greater than either of us?
That doesn't exist.
- It does.
- [sighs]
Okay, okay, give me the pen.
Okay, fine. I'll do it.
Ana Maria...
I think we're being a little bit
too hasty on this, you know?
- Sign at the bottom
and then on page three.
- Okay.
[murmuring]
- You're bleeding!
- Oh, yes, yes--
it's my--
I've got something wrong
with my ear.
- No, there is something wrong
with your soul.
- Why do you say those things?
- Because I wish you
what I have.
I wish you to give yourself
to something bigger--
greater than your little self.
- Hey, no, no! No.
'Cause I give myself
all the time to music.
I'm giving myself to music.
- Ha!
- Yes, Ana Maria.
- You forgot the last page.
- Ay, okay.
Okay, fine.
It's just a paper.
It's just a paper.
- Welcome, everyone.
Thank you all for coming.
It's so wonderful to see
so many of Claire's friends.
And it's also wonderful
to see the orchestra here
supporting me,
and I appreciate that.
Thank you so much.
You know, Claire Pembridge
was a doting wife,
a caring friend.
She always believed in me,
even when I didn't quite
believe in myself.
I tried to live up
to her exacting standards
of where my career
could possibly go.
After climbing
summit after summit,
there was Claire,
right beside me,
breathing the thin oxygen.
She always wanted me
to write a great symphony.
Well, unfortunately,
this was the last thing
she heard on planet Earth.
And now this is hers
and hers alone,
perhaps to be shared
with the angels.
[hinges creaks]
Buried with the murder weapon.
- For you.
- No.
- This violin
is the last violin
that I, Ana Maria,
shall ever play.
- No, no, no, no,
no, no, no.
No.
- The strings are woven
from my hair and cat intestines.
- Ana Maria,
this is your heart,
and this is an extension
of your body, okay?
This is you.
This is the music.
You cannot just
evaporate the music.
You cannot just take it away.
Okay?
I'm not gonna accept it.
No.
- Well, maybe I'll keep it
to myself a little while.
- Yes, you never know.
- Thank you, mi amor.
- Thank you.
- Keep your eyes to yourself,
Sister Frederika!
Good-bye...
my love.
- Ana Maria...
I'll see you soon.
Bye.
- Michel!
- Maestro!
How did it go?
- I signed the paper, you know.
It's just a paper.
It's just a paper.
But I think I now
can get rid of the--
- The curse.
- Yeah.
Yeah.
- Well, that's great.
Oh, shit.
Is that a dead bird?
- Wait, wait, wait,
wait, wait.
[high-pitched ringing]
- Ay!
- Maestro!
- Wait, wait, wait.
Get--
get in the car.
Get in the car.
- Okay!
- Don't look back.
- Time to go!
- Don't look back.
[cell phone buzzes]
- Oh, shit.
- What?
- [sighs]
- Oh, shit.
- It's all over the Internet:
a smear article
about our players' demands.
- "You're
money-grubbing musicians
who live lavish lives
of luxury."
- It's Christophe.
- Sweet-looking Porsche.
- Christophe, when did you
get a Porsche?
- That's our friend Wanda's
Porsche, not mine.
Virg, look at this.
- It was on your Instagram?
- But I only have,
like, 30 followers.
- How could you?
- I don't know
what you're talking about.
- You little sieve.
You leaked terms of negotiation,
you leaked photos online?
- It's what we had to do.
- "We"? Who's we?
Who's feeding you this?
- We're losing
the press battle, Gloria.
Edward said--
- Biben?
- Gloria, you know I love you.
- But you think Biben
is the future.
- Things are about
to get ugly,
and you don't do ugly.
I'm so sorry
for your loss.
- Thank you.
- My condolences.
Claire was--
- Oh, cut the bullshit, man.
You barely knew her.
Just send me a card.
Please, just leave me alone
with my thoughts.
- I apologize.
I overstepped.
Look, this may not be the time
to bring it up, but...
please consider taking up
the baton again.
Your orchestra's waiting.
- I love
the New York symphony.
Perhaps it's the only thing
that I really love.
- Then come back.
In a little while, I'll--
I'll have the decks cleaned
and the captain can come back
on board the ship
and stand on the poop deck.
- Hmm.
Edward, why do you want me
back so fucking much?
- Well, because you play
the music we all want to hear.
And plus,
you remind me of my dad.
Plus, you put the donors
in the seats.
And Rodrigo reminds me
of my stepbrother.
- Really?
- Yeah.
- Was he Mexican?
- No.
But he was
a cocky little prick.
By the way,
I noticed your hermano
didn't even bother to come by
to pay his respects.
Hmm?
I'll leave you
with your thoughts...
Maestro.
[classical music]
- Maestro!
Maestro.
Apologies for not
being here.
My deepest sympathies,
my brother.
It is the hardest thing
to say good-bye.
- [sighs]
I know you had no intention
of conducting my symphony.
- Don't think
about those things.
Don't--you have too many
things going on--
- I've thought about
nothing else, man.
I mean, all right, it's done--
finished.
Buried.
We had a double funeral today.
I need your eulogy.
- Look, it's--
it's not third rate.
Maybe second and a half.
It's got a construction to it.
It's got bones, you know?
It's got an architecture
that follows.
It's a great buildup.
Masterful.
It's really well constructed.
But I think you have to do
bad stuff all the way,
and then--
and then you will end up
doing good stuff after.
- I don't have time
to do the bad stuff.
- Don't say that.
You have all the time
in the world.
- You know, it's funny,
but that's
what Claire thought.
- Damn, Erik Winklestein
is cute.
- Strauss.
Why are you so shocked?
Black or blue?
- Whichever one's cleavier.
Shit, you're going on a date
with a venture capitalist,
whatever that means,
in an attempt to extract
potentially crucial information
in a legal battle.
That's like some
"Spy Kids" shit.
[cell phone buzzes]
What, did he message you?
"Looking forward to tonight."
No smiles, no emojis?
He's, like, a man.
- Boots or heels?
- Heels--come on.
- Done and done.
- Almost.
We need to kick this bitch
into overdrive.
Do you want some
of my Malaysian perfume?
- Uh, what about...
these?
Do you hate them?
- No, no.
I mean, I love them.
They're just not something
I'd picture you wearing.
- They're a family heirloom
from Rodrigo's grandmother.
- Hailey Rutledge!
Are you not saying
what I think you're saying?
- Uh...
- Why did you not
tell me before?
- I mean, I don't know.
It just slipped my mind.
- Well, we got a lot
to talk about.
- [sighs] Well?
- Well...
yeah, let's just hope
Erik's Winklestrauss
like's Rodrigo's
grandmother's earrings.
- Thank you.
- Thank you.
- Ahh.
- Does it have legs?
- Mmm, long legs.
[laughing]
I honestly know nothing
about wine, so...
- Me either, but apparently
it's good if it's got legs.
- I feel like you could
say that about most things.
- Except snakes.
- Hmm.
- That was bad.
- It was bad-good.
- I'm so sorry.
- [laughs]
It's okay.
- I'm really glad
you called, by the way.
I wanted to talk to you
the other day at the church.
I did not know
what the etiquette was
for flirting at a funeral.
- Oh, generally,
after Labor Day,
it's totally frowned upon,
but pre-Labor Day,
it's pretty chill.
- Okay.
- [laughs]
- You know what I can't
stop thinking about
since Gloria had
that donor party?
- What?
- Spanish.
I got to know it.
I got to learn.
- Why?
- Well, then you could just
charm any room
like Rodrigo did
with that speech.
- Oh, yeah.
He can be pretty charming.
- Yeah.
So how was Mexico,
by the way?
- How do you know
I was in Mexico?
- Well, as you know,
I'm on the board.
We have spies everywhere.
Everywhere.
You're in Argentina on the 5th,
Uruguay the 7th,
Venezuela, Chile.
I know every single move
the orchestra's made
in the last month.
- Hmm.
- You know, because it's on
the symphony's website.
You just log on.
It's pretty good.
[glass clatters]
- Oh, shit!
Oh, my God,
I'm so sorry.
Um...
- Hailey, I didn't
get any on me.
- [giggling]
I'm sorry.
Okay.
- Oh, no, I'm glad you made
the first move.
You know, I'm usually the one
who spills the wine
on the table.
- Thank you.
Perfect timing.
Can I at least
split the tip?
[classical music]
- So is it true?
- What?
- Most musicians grow up
in a home
with musical instruments
just laying around?
- No, what's true is that
most musicians grow up
living a life
of complete solitude
and having absolutely
no fun, ever.
- I guess you could say
the professional oboist
and the computer geek
have a little more in common
than one would think, right?
- Makes sense to me.
[laughs]
We get to drink really
long-legged bottles of wine now.
Yeah.
I had a lot of fun
tonight.
- Me too.
This is coming
way out of left field,
but I'm going to Montana
in a month
with some friends
to go skiing.
I'd love for you
to come with me.
- Aww...
- Is it too soon?
- No, I'd love to.
I just--
I'm a sub
in the symphony, and--
I'm like an EMT,
but the emergency
is always the oboe.
So I can't.
What?
- No, I'm just--
I mean, you may end up
with some free time.
- What do you mean?
- I'm sorry, I didn't mean
to talk shop on a date.
But you probably knew
that was coming, right?
- Yeah, let's not talk shop.
Maybe let's not talk at all.
Eek! [laughing]
- It's a pretty good one
tonight, right?
[laughing] What if you
just actually, like...