Tales of the City (2019–…): Season 1, Episode 9 - Rainbow Warriors - full transcript

[siren wailing]

[car horns blaring]

- Hello.
- Hi.

How are you today?

You know how we do.

- Mm.
- Take some socks.

- Thank you.
- Take a condom.

- Thank you.
- Okay.

Goodbye, sweetie.

See you at the shelter tonight, lovebirds.

[chuckling]



Hey, you.

You're gonna step over them
and not gonna say nothing?

Oh, sorry.

Ugh. Okay.

Mama, it happened again.

- Aww.
- I don't know what to do.

Who was bothering you?

- The fat one with the mustache?
- [man whooping]

I know him. I'll talk to him.

You go to the shelter tonight, okay?

Go, go.

[man yelling]

Excuse me. Pardon me.
I'm looking for a woman named Ysela.

Never heard of her.



Er... I was told I might find her
in these parts.

Which part you from, dandy?

Are you sure you have no idea who she is?

Who want to know?

I have a message for her
from a woman named Anna Madrigal.

Anna Madrigal?

That bitch is still alive?

Anybody want a drink?

I could light a joint.

[sighs]

How about some food?

Why don't we just feel our feelings?

I'm not sure what to feel.

Uh... I still can't believe any of this.

Anna's always been a mystery,

but I never believed
she actually had anything to hide.

No, the real mystery is why Anna would be
willing to give up Barbary Lane

just to hide something from 50 years ago.

Keep your voice down. She's resting.

Well, why wouldn't she
just tell us the truth?

Because she was ashamed.

After all these years?

- What has she got to be ashamed of?
- Are you serious?

So she took some shady money.

That was stolen from her community.

Anna was in an impossible situation
that none of us can possibly understand.

She did what she felt that she had to do
in order to survive.

That is exactly what I was trying to say.

Guys, she had an affair with a cop.

A trans woman in the '60s.

- So, she deserves to be blackmailed?
- Of course not,

but I get why she wanted
to keep it a secret.

Okay, fine. But here's the thing.

There would be no Barbary Lane, okay?

We wouldn't know each other
if Anna hadn't done what she did.

- Have you heard from Shawna?
- She sent a text.

Said she was safe. That's all.

I'm sure she's okay.

We're all going to be okay.
Anna's going to be okay.

The truth is painful, yes,

but at least now the FBI can catch
whoever did this,

no one'll have to leave Barbary Lane
and everything can go back to normal.

- Ugh! Maybe we should have that drink.
- Yeah.

- Thank God.
- Can we talk about

how somebody
just blackmailed Anna Madrigal?

- I mean, what the fuck?
- I know she swears it's not,

- but don't...
- It's not that Ysela woman.

- How can you be so sure?
- Well...

- Because she's 70 years old.
- So?

Well, why'd she wait so long?

Maybe she was waiting
for the market to peak.

Okay, well, maybe it's not her,
but when the FBI gets here...

Oh, yeah.

On that, they, uh...
they said it would be...

Thursday before they come around
to take statements.

Thursday?

Well, 24 hours... ish.

See? Being blackmailed's
just like getting your cable hooked up.

Did you explain
that there is a crime in progress?

- Um...
- [door opens]

[all] Hi!

I always know
when you're talking about me.

We're just... We're concerned.

How are you feeling?

I want you all to know

how much your...

kindness in this time has...

has meant.

We love you, Anna.

Always.

[knocking at door]

Ah.

Your chariot awaits, madam.

Are you sure this is a good idea?

I have no idea, darling.

But it's what I have to do.

[sighs]

[sighs]

Shit, fuck!

Sweet Jesus, Mary Ann.

I mean, yeah,
what Anna did, it's fucked up.

♪ She was down to fuck
No fret, no fight ♪

♪ She had good luck, I stayed the night ♪

♪ Saw her every night that week
Dinner dates, had lots to eat... ♪

But, like, it's super hard
for trans people now.

How do you know what you would
have done back then? You don't.

I don't.

This is exactly
why she couldn't tell us, right?

Because she knew we'd all just be
sitting around, judging her.

♪ You like us ♪

♪ And we can be three ♪

♪ We can be three... ♪

It makes me sad.

Hm.

I don't like being sad.

[clicking sound]

- Do you hear that noise, too?
- [clicking continues]

Or am I just really stoned?

[clicking]

What's going on?

[woman] Get on with it. Let's go!

Put the flyers...

Come on, guys...

What is it?

It says Barbary Lane's being torn down.

Tomorrow!

Excuse me. Answer my question.

- Lady, all I know is what's on the flyer.
- But that's unacceptable!

The deed to this property
was signed over to a mystery owner

under false and illegal pretenses.

And therefore, whoever you work for

has no authority
whatsoever to tear this place down.

I look like a lawyer to you?

You see, I don't appreciate that.

I demand to know who hired you.

I do what the foreman tells me.

You got a problem?

Take it up with the boss.

[Mary Ann] There. That must be her.

- [Michael] Who?
- The foreman... Forewoman.

Oh, my God, I... I've seen her before.
Where have I...

[Debra yelling] I don't know...

It was at Harrison's.

She works for him, or he hires her,
or something.

Michael.

Oh, don't even.

- No, but what if it's Harrison?
- No.

- Just think about it.
- It's impossible.

Who knew about Barbary Lane
this whole time?

Mary Ann, wash your mouth out
with soap right now.

Who just came back into town recently
to flip properties?

Stop talking.

I called the police.
They said this is actually an FBI matter,

so I'm back on hold.

Brian, we have a theory.

[Michael] No, you have a theory.
I want no part in this.

Do I even wanna know?

[door opens]

- [door closes]
- [man 1] Flight to Florence,

the whole time she reads a book.

I said, "You can do that in Connecticut."

[man 2] I always wanted to get to Italy,
but we just never made it.

[man 1] It's not too late.

Now is the moment,
and then you think, "What?"

[Robert] Aah! There we go.

The stone is made out
of imported burgundy clay.

It makes the crust... perfetto.

[chuckling]

Hey there, Rip Van Winkle.

I see you found the Bloodies.

I feel like I just slept for,
like, six years.

No, I'm glad you got some rest.
Let me introduce you.

- These are guys from the club.
- Oh!

- The club, yeah.
- [all] Hi.

This is Shawna. She's Mary Ann's, um...

Casualty?

[all laughing]

Well, it's really nice to meet you fellas,
but... ah, I forgot my boat shoes.

- [laughter]
- Long as you drink bourbon.

Okay.

- Maybe I'm into this club. [sighs]
- [laughter]

[men chuckle]

So, which one is the foreman woman?

- The scary lesbian.
- [Debra] Steve. Yo! We got a problem.

How do you know she's gay?

Because... look at her.

- Then you should talk to her.
- Why, because I know the secret handshake?

No. What if she recognizes me?

Someone has to.

The person who hired this crew
is the person who's blackmailing Anna.

We can't wait for the FBI.

We have to find out who's responsible
before it's too late.

- [gasps]
- What?

That was so Jessica Fletcher,
like, to the T.

All right, I'll talk to her.

Relax. Lesbians like me.

Hi there. My name's Brian.

We have to find a way to stall this crew.

[Brian] Can you give us any information...

I have an idea.

Yeah, let's see them bulldoze us now.

Wait, that's too tight.

[grunts]

Are you sure you wanna do this?

Uh, hell, yes. This is for Anna.

And our 300,000 followers.

I guess the revolution
will be livestreamed.

Mm.

Here we go.

You're, like, really skilled
with tying people up.

I went through a phase, in the '90s.

[chuckling] Yeah!

[crashing]

Okay, I got the info.

It was easier than I thought.
Turns out she's not a lesbian.

Oh, well...

Good for you, Brian.

I'm kidding. Of course she's a lesbian.

What did she say?

Were you a little jealous just now?

Brian, please.

- Just, let's hear it.
- Okay.

Here's where it gets weird.

[laughs] It was weird long before now.

Fair enough,
but here's where it gets weirder.

She was hired by a company called
Four Meditations on Darkness LLC.

- Four... What?
- I know.

She said she never talked
to an actual human.

They did everything through email.

Michael.

- I need your computer.
- Okay.

- See?
- [man] Oh, boy.

Look, look.

- What's the tattoo?
- Exactly.

Yeah, apparently it's a beetle,
and it's her entire arm.

Well, what'd you say back?

What am I supposed to say? It's terrible.

- [chuckling]
- Look...

if your 25-year-old daughter
is sending you a picture

of her first tattoo,
she wants your approval.

Nuh-uh. She wants me to be horrified.

- [man] Mm. Yeah.
- Mission accomplished.

Okay, here's what you say.

I'm dictating, Doug.

- Ohh!
- [chuckling]

Okay, okay.

"Very cool, exclamation.

I love it, exclamation."

That's it. Hit send.

[all laughing]

Would you come translate
for all of our kids?

Seriously, your dad must be lucky
if he can just talk to you

and not feel like he's stumbling around
in the dark.

- Yeah.
- Like us.

- Mm-hmm.
- It's always different

with your own family, you know.

You know, most of us who are parents,

no idea what the hell we're doin',
just doin' the best we can.

- Mm-hmm.
- Sometimes the absolute best is...

total shit, but...

most of us are trying.

- [all] Mm-hmm.
- Mm.

You want another?

Uh... No, you know what?
I think I'm good, but...

thanks for letting me crash the party,
really.

- [phone alert]
- Oh!

Oh, hey, hey. Here we go, here we go.
She wrote back. She says,

"Who stole my dad's phone?"

[raucous laughter]

The first thing we have to do is

we have to figure out what this
Four Meditations thing

- really means.
- [phone alert]

Oh, my God.

What?

It's a text from Harrison.

- Here. Uh, you read it.
- Mm-mm.

What's wrong with you?

It's a text.

Uh, "Hey, bud,
all set for you to move in here.

- You deserve to be out of that drama."
- Yeah.

Then one of those emojis, like...

- [in unison] Oh, God.
- [scoffs]

What if it is him?

Hey, here's something.

Uh... Four Meditations LLC...

- It's a shell company.
- Damn it.

What if... Okay, what if...
What if I just went to Harrison?

What if I was like,
"Harrison, I know it's you!"

- [chuckles]
- What?

Too butch?

[Brian] We can't just accuse him.

We don't have any actual evidence
Harrison's involved.

[phone rings]

- Oh, shit.
- What, is it Harrison?

No. It's Ben.

Oh!

He's reaching out. That's good.

Don't talk to him.

Unless you're ready.

[exhales heavily]

Hello?

No, no, I'm not busy.

Sorry to bug you out of the blue,
but I got a box of your stuff here.

I can just drop it off if you want.

Oh.

Yeah. Okay.

[Ben] I'm outside.

I dunno if you wanna come out
and get it or...

[Michael] Wait. Outside where?

Hey.

Thank you.

I thought you were still angry with me.

Hm.

I thought I'd be angry with myself
for a while, you know,

try somethin' new.

Are you sleeping?

Not much. Not since she left.

Okay. You know, I think I...
I might have an Ambien in here. [chuckles]

I got a new prescription before I left,
so I think...

You don't have to try and fix everything,
you know?

Guys, he's at Harrison's.
Ben's at Harrison's right now.

Hello?

- I... I'm here. I'm here.
- You... You cut out. I... I...

I could leave the stuff here
if you wanted.

No, no.

I... I mean, I... I'm not there.

I never actually moved in,
but that's not what I...

Okay, this is, uh...

This is really hard to explain,
but, like...

Remember that part in Murder, She Wrote
when the python is in the closet?

I'm in that part, in real life, right now.

What?

This is gonna sound bonkers.

"How to practice darkness meditation."

- [scoffs]
- No.

How about this?
Four Meditations on Darkness.

What is it?

Well, it looks like an art piece,
was part of a show of young artists.

Well, does it list the name of the artist?

Not that I could see.

It says the show was funded
by the San Francisco Arts Foundation.

I'm gonna call DeDe.

Mm-hmm.

So you're saying that Harrison could be
a psycho criminal mastermind?

I know.

So, I was right.

It's just a theory.

I mean,
just like evolution is a theory, but...

[door closes]

Shit.

- Ben?
- Shit, shit, shit...

Ben!

Yeah, yeah, yeah. I'm here. I'm here.

Harrison just came outside.

[car alarm chirps]

Uh-huh.

- He's going somewhere.
- [engine starts]

I'm gonna follow this bastard.

No, babe... I mean, Ben.

Just... uh...

Please be careful.

I will.

- You've reached DeDe Halcyon.
- Oh, she's not answering.

- Please leave a message.
- Shit. Shit, shit, shit.

[horn blares]

[Debra on loudspeaker]
This is your official warning.

Vacate the premises with your property,

or you will be removed.

- Oh.
- Motherfucker.

- [Debra] Whether you like it or not...
- Ugh.

If there's one thing I hate,
it's an evil lesbian. It's such a trope.

- We have to go.
- What? Where are we going?

[moaning]

Oh, my God.

Oh, my God.

[tapping at door]

Oh, my God!

[banging at door]

- Oh, my God.
- [sighs]

Hello.

Mary Ann, what do you want?

I tried to stop her.

I'm so... sorry. I'm sorry to bother.

If... If I remember correctly,

you sit on the board
of the San Francisco Arts Foundation?

There's a time and a place
for philanthropy.

I need a list of all the art
the foundation's funded.

I promise I wouldn't be asking
if it wasn't urgent.

Hi, Mary Ann.

Margot.

Oh.

Oh, my God. Oh!

I am so sorry.

Too late, Mary Ann.

Let's find what you need
and get you on your way.

[phone alert]

Ben says Harrison just stopped
to get coffee.

Yeah. We're gonna blow this case
wide open.

[both chuckle]

[groans]

I accidentally called him "babe"
on the phone.

Well, at least you're talking.

Do I tell him I fucked somebody
after we broke up?

God, no. It wasn't cheating.

Ah, you know what? I don't know.
So don't...

So don't listen to me, man.
I have no more advice to give.

- I have fucked enough up already.
- No, don't say that.

You gotta give yourself a break.

I know.

She'll be okay.

It's just that I can't stop thinking
it's never going to be the same with us.

- That's what I can't let go of.
- [sighs]

Okay. Here we go.

This is... It's every art show,
project, and artist

that the...
that the foundation funded last year,

so something in here
must lead us to the artist.

- [phone alert]
- What's the latest on Harrison?

He got a cranberry scone with his coffee.

Mm!

[DeDe moaning]

We should go.

[moaning continues]

I can't believe this is actually working.

People are showing up.

Is it bad that I sort of loathe
these people?

Hey!

Hate them all you want,

right now they're the only thing keeping
the demo crew from cutting us loose.

- Hashtag #savebarbarylane.
- [Jonathan] Save Barbary Lane.

- Save Barbary Lane.
- ...Lane.

[chanting] Save Barbary Lane!

- [crowd chant] Save Barbary Lane!
- Come on!

Where's the second light kit?

Hm... You... You wanted two?

Yeah, remember when I asked you for two?

No.

Yeah. Copy that. Yeah.

[phone rings]

- Hey.
- [Shawna] Hey.

- Didn't expect to hear from you.
- Yeah.

I... I mean,
I didn't, uh... expect you to pick up.

I was gonna leave a voicemail.

- Want me to hang up?
- No.

Heard you left town.

Yeah, things kind of, uh... fell apart.
[chuckles]

Sorry to hear that.

Look...

I owe you an apology.

I sh... I shouldn't have said what I said.

It was cruel.

I was hurt.

I... I mean, I don't...
I don't believe what I said.

I mean, I guess we're all broken, but...

I mean, I don't think we're unfixable.

Well, an... anyway,
I just wanted to call and say that.

Okay.

How's the documentary going?

Uh, it's... it's coming together.

Listen, I gotta go, but, um...

Yeah, okay.

Take care.

Yeah, you, too.

- [clattering]
- [Lucas] Oh, shit. Uh...

[laughs]

Two light kits.

Let's fucking go.

Can I just tell you?

This is the best day I've had...

in a while.

Same.

[laughs]

Oh, sorry, I'm not supposed to move.

It's fine, it's just a sketch.

Not yet.

[phone buzzes]

It's the third time he's called.

Maybe you should take it?

[sighs]

What is it, Jake?

[Debra] Get! Go! Let's go, out. Out!

I know you don't really wanna hear from me
right now, but I kind of need a favor.

You need a favor?

Not for me, for Anna.

[Debra] Take your selfies and get out!

[Margot] Where are you?

At Barbary Lane.

Shit's going down, Margot.
It's fucking crazy here.

What's going on?

I'll explain everything.

I just need you to call Body Politic.

I don't get it.

This is the gallery where they showed
Four Meditations?

According to the foundation's research.

Maybe it's avant-garde?

That's, uh, French for "bullshit."

This cube of trash costs $12,000.

Ahem!

The artist
of Four Meditations on Darkness is called

Von Trapp.

Von Trapp?

Like The Sound of Music?

I don't know what that is.

Just to be clear, "Von Trapp" is a...

is a fake name.

Like Banksy.

Yeah, like Banksy.

Do you have any information
about the artist's real identity?

Identity? Isn't that what art's
supposed to grapple with?

[whispers] Okay. Just one sec.

I'm about to grapple her.

Guys, I just remembered,
Harrison loves Sound of Music.

Oh, yeah?

Does he also love puppies
and frozen yogurt?

- I'm just saying...
- Doesn't mean anything.

Well, we have very little to go on.

Hi.

Hello. [chuckles]

Can you tell us anything at all?

About the artist, about the artwork?

Anything at all?

[scoffs]

Uh...

Von Trapp's pieces sold to one buyer
before the show even opened.

So, guess they have a fan.

Maybe the buyer knows something.

Wo... Wonderful.

Can you tell us who the buyer is?

Depends.

Would you like to purchase something?

[clicks tongue]

Do you take American Express?

You sure you're okay?

Thank you, Sam.

For everything.

You just call me
when you're ready to come home.

I will.

Anna Madrigal.

The great lady of Barbary Lane.

[sighs]

Blackmailed at 90 years old.

I suppose you only blackmail someone
who's afraid to lose her dignity.

That's always what you craved.

Isn't it, Anna?

Dignity?

What a price you were willing to pay.

Our dignity for yours.

That's why I'm here.

I waited...

too long.

Much too long.

But here I am...

to ask your forgiveness.

Can you forgive me?

I carried bitterness
in my heart for you, Anna.

I did.

For a time.

But my life went on.

And I had love, too.

And pain,

and sorrow,

and heartbreak.

And none of it had to do with you.

But sometimes, yes, I would think of you.

Up there,

in that house on the hill.

But you made your choices.

And I made mine.

You want forgiveness?

Not mine to give.

Not anymore.

Whatever you carry,

this shame,

this... pain...

is yours alone.

What should I do, Ysela?

I've made a mess...

of everything.

Everything I've tried to do
to make up for what I've done...

Everything...

seems to be coming undone.

You haven't changed, Anna.

Still willing to run from the fight.

If you believe in the life you've lived...

then don't let someone else...

take it away.

Take back your story...

before it's too late.

Hm.

[Ida] Uh-huh.

Look, all I can promise
is that I'll ask the children.

Okay.

All right, listen up, queers.

Just got off the phone with Margot.

Apparently there's some shady shit
goin' on up at Barbary Lane.

People threatenin'
to tear the whole place down.

Margot wants us to come up there
and raise our voices,

but if we go...

we all go together.

Well, fuck, yeah, we're goin'!

[all] Yeah!

[Ida] All right, then. Put on
your marchin' boots, bitches.

We got some walkin' to do.

["These Boots Are Made For Walkin'"
playing in French]

♪ Quand tu me dis
Que tu n'as pas d'autre fille ♪

♪ Je sais parfaitement que tu mens ♪

♪ Tout le monde sait
Que tu me trompes souvent ♪

♪ Alors, méfie-toi
Je t'avertis maintenant ♪

♪ Ces bottes sont faites pour marcher ♪

♪ Et tu vas l'regretter ♪

♪ Car je mettrai ces bottes ♪

♪ Un jour ou l'autre pour te quitter ♪

[cheering and whistling]

[Debra] Last warning.
Get your stuff and get out.

What do you think we should do?

They'll have to cut us down
if they want us to leave.

That's really bad-ass.

- No, I mean literally.
- Michael didn't leave a key to unlock us.

- ♪ Et maintenant... ♪
- Oh, fuck.

Wait. Do you hear that?

[Ida chanting] We're here! We're queer!

[all] We won't disappear!

We're here! We're queer!

We won't disappear!

We're here!

We're queer!

We won't disappear!

We're here! We're queer!

We won't disappear!

Do you think maybe we should try
a chant that's more, I don't know,

appropriate to the occasion?

- Do you know any others?
- We're here!

- Can't say I do.
- Me neither.

- Queer it is.
- [crowd] Yeah!

We're here! We're queer!

We won't disappear!

We're here! We're queer!

We won't disappear!

Fuck. Uh, you go up top.
I'm gonna stay down here.

[Ida] Hey!

Who is in the mood
for a little bit of civil disobedience?

[cheering]

Good.

'Cause if there's one thing I know
about queers,

it's that we're not too keen on obedience.

[cheering]

[Ida] We're here! We're queer!

[all] We won't disappear!

We're here! We're queer!

We won't disappear!

We're here! We're queer!

- We won't disappear!
- Come on!

It was really cool of you to let me stay.
I hope that wasn't too weird.

[both chuckle]

No, I'm glad you came.

I guess I just wanted to see
where Mary Ann ended up.

What she left me for.

Where are you gonna go now?

Uh, honestly, I don't know. I'm, uh...

Maybe I'll stay in the city for a bit,
but...

I'm not even sure
I like New York yet, so...

You and Mary Ann never... had kids.

Mm.

- How come?
- Ah, well...

I don't know. I guess...
Well, it was Mary Ann's decision.

Most things ended up being
Mary Ann's decision.

I don't know if this is right, but...

I think, deep down, she felt she failed
the first time around.

With you.

I mean, that she failed you.

I think...

some part of her resolved
that she didn't have it in her.

That's probably true.

No, it's not.

[wavering] Mary Ann could have been
a good mother, you know.

If she'd given it a chance.

[man on PA] Train approaching track one.
Boarding train to Grand Central.

Please have your tickets ready
to show at the ticket desk.

Can I have a hug?

Holy shit, you guys.

Ben just followed Harrison
to Barbary Lane.

- See?
- Well, should we go there?

Well, we just got here.

[Michael] Whoa.

The people who bought Four Meditations

- live here?
- [Brian] Mm-hm.

All right, how should we do this?

Well, how about we knock on the door

and we ask them what they can tell us
about the art?

Yeah, see if they wanna trade.

We can't just roll up in a pickup truck
and explain everything.

Why not?

Because it's insane.

- Oh.
- We... We need a credible cover story.

Oh! I see, this is how you and Shawna

- ended up in bad drag that day.
- [chuckles]

Uh, well, I... I don't mean disguises.

I mean, who are we?

Why are we here?

I agree with Brian.

- But I also like role play, so I'm torn.
- How about... How about this?

Brian and I are a wealthy,
art-collecting couple.

- Yes, from Utah.
- Yeah.

- No.
- You're supposed to "Yes, and."

All right, look. We can be a couple,
but who's Michael gonna be?

I'll be your art consultant!

There's gotta be something in here
I can repurpose.

Yeah, I was gonna say,
you can just stay in the truck.

Excuse me? Nobody puts Baby in the corner.

Honey...

You know nothing about art.

Not true.

I know three phrases in Italian.
We'll be fine.

Hm.

♪ When my days were sweeter ♪

♪ And my life completer ♪

♪ And the music sent me ♪

♪ Love was never-ending ♪

♪ Ooh, take me back to happiness ♪

♪ Ooh, take me back to happiness ♪

- ♪ Ooh, ooh ♪
- Son of a bitch.

♪ Ooh, take me back to happiness ♪

[cheering]

♪ Take me back to happiness ♪

♪ Take me back to happiness ♪

- Hey.
- Ben, hey.

What's going on?
Is... Is Michael here? This is...

- This is crazy.
- Yeah.

Yeah, it is crazy that you're the one

that's been fucking with Barbary Lane
this whole time.

I'm so... Uh, what?

Michael told me.

About the blackmail?

Your hiring of your crew
to knock this whole place down?

Wh... You're like a real-life evil
fucking genius, aren't you? I mean, I...

I mean, honestly, man, I knew.

I knew from the moment that I met you
you were bad news, but...

blackmailing an old lady bad?

Whoa! [chuckles]

I mean, those leather business cards, man.

[chuckles]
How much more on the nose can you get?

[laughs] Jesus Christ.

Wow.

Look, I don't know
what Michael said to you,

but whatever shit is going on
between you guys,

- I promise you...
- No, no. Whatever shit is going on

between us started when you got here.

Let me show you something.

Hashtag #savebarbarylane
starts trending this morning.

- [snorts]
- Yeah? Then I see an Instagram post.

Look. With that woman in the background.

Her name's Debra.

- She does work for me sometimes.
- Huh!

So I'm like, "What the fuck's going on?"

Michael's not answering texts.

So I come down here
to see if I could help.

[chuckles] I swear.

That's why I'm here.

Piece of advice, man.

From someone who screwed up with Michael
way before you did.

Nobody else fucked up your relationship.

You did that all by yourself.

♪ Ooh, take me back to happiness ♪

♪ Ooh, take me back to happiness ♪

♪ Ooh, ooh ♪

♪ Ooh, take me back to happiness ♪

I am so sorry. I'm not finding record
of an appointment.

We... We underst... We understand
that there... there must be...

There must be
some kind of misunderstanding.

No, no, my husband and I are... are

deeply devoted to art,
and this piece in particular,

and we would so... we would so love
to speak with the people who bought it.

We... We come a long-a way
to see the art-a, capisce?

My wife and I are from Utah.

Sure. Uh, I'd love to help,
but unfortunately...

[speaking Italian]
Usually, I prefer to get fucked,

but I can fuck you if you'd like.

Okay, if you could just wait right here
for a second, um...

I'll see if someone can help you out.

Wow, that was amazing.

[laughs]

Do I even wanna know what you just said?

You do not.

Hm.

[loud dance music playing]

[Debra] Get them down this second!

[cheering]

It is so lovely to meet you.
Thank you so much for taking the time.

Oh, not at all.

- Happy to meet with fellow art lovers.
- [Michael] Sì, sì.

- Our art consultant.
- Stefano.

Stefano is the one who spoke so highly
of Four Meditations.

Indeed?

[in Italian]
Can I lick your asshole? Hm?

- Aah!
- [both laughing]

Right.

Well, if you'll just follow me,
I'll show you the piece.

Easy does it, principessa.

This is Four Meditations on Darkness.

You know, I gotta say, I'm kind of shocked
that you've even heard of it.

Personally, I think it's abysmal.

- You do?
- Yeah.

That's why I keep the rest of it
in the closet. You wanna see that, too?

Have them bring up the rest of it.

This shit's ridiculous.
You're gonna let us in.

You ain't gonna stop us
from getting into this courtyard.

- Back it up. Back it up right now!
- Watch it!

You wanna watch something, bitch?
Watch this.

Hey, hey, hey!

- Hey!
- [crowd] Hey, hey!

[Claire] Anna!

Hey, Anna. Excuse me.

Anna!

Excuse me. Anna!

- Anna, what do you think about all this?
- Oh!

The queer community rallying together
to save your home from destruction?

What I think, dear, is that, uh...

it's finally time
I gave you that interview.

I have a story to tell.

♪ Can you hear me, darling? ♪

Oh, my God, yes.

Yes!

♪ Tell me how you want me ♪

[Mary Ann] Could you tell us more
about the artist?

Well, I certainly could.

- Not sure what you want to know.
- [phone buzzes]

Scusi.

Ben? What's happening?

It... It's not Harrison.

What do you mean? How do you know?

'Cause he told me and I believe him.

You asked him?

- Yeah, like a fucking idiot.
- Are you sure?

I'm sure. I'm sure, Michael.

Then if it's not him, who is it?

No, I... I don't know, man. Look...

This whole thing, it... it just...

Ah, it's reminding me
of why this wasn't working.

- Good luck.
- Ben, wait.

I'm... I'm sorry.

[call ending tone]

[owner] I didn't think that anyone
outside of the family

- was aware that she'd even tried painting.
- [sighs]

She's tried so many things.

[Brian] So, she has a lot of hobbies,
then, other than painting?

[in Italian] Holy shit!

[in Italian] Attention, please.

No way.

- Who is...
- [owner] It's a self-portrait.

The artist is my daughter. Claire Duncan.

[in English] Shut the fuck up.

["Who You Are" playing]

♪ Time after time ♪

♪ You don't get what you need ♪

♪ Time after time... ♪

This all right, dear?

Yeah, it's perfect, Anna.

Everything's perfect.

- ♪ Come on ♪
- [crowd cheering]

Just one second.

♪ It's not so hard ♪

- ♪ Come on, be proud ♪
- [lock clicks]

♪ Of who you are ♪

♪ Shout it out ♪

♪ You'll see it's not so hard ♪