The Affair (2014–…): Season 1, Episode 8 - 8 - full transcript

Previously on The Affair...

You guys are clearly
having some serious issues.

No marriage is perfect.

- I could tell your wife.
- I have no idea

- what you're talking about.
- How about ten grand

to make sure Helen never finds out?

Can't help you out unless
you tell me what it's for.

- It's money.
- Okay, how much?

- Do you think he's anemic?
- No, the blood work was normal.

It seems like it was just a panic attack.

Helen, I can't keep it from you.



I had a fling this summer.

It is a destructive thing for a waitress!

You just see me as potential unfulfilled.

It was stuck to the bottom of the pie box.

- Can I see it?
- They're screwing around.

- Cherry, please?
- After everything

he's done for you.

You ever ask her how she found out, huh?

- Who told her to call the cops?
- Let's go.

She saw you call the cops.

- Cole, come on.
- No, she wasn't even there.

You know who was there?
The guy she's fucking.

Do I know him?

No.



It's your problem. You deal with it.

Well, grandma's not doing well at all.

I could feel it.

Do you know a place called "The End"?

No, what is it?

- So you've never been?
- Never.

Let's make a baby.

I want to start this part over again.

♪ I was screaming into the canyon ♪

♪ At the moment of my death ♪

♪ The echo I created ♪

♪ Outlasted my last breath ♪

♪ My voice, it made an avalanche ♪

♪ And buried a man I never knew ♪

♪ And when he died ♪

♪ His widowed bride met your daddy ♪

♪ And they made you ♪

♪ I have only one thing to do ♪

♪ And that's be the wave that I am ♪

♪ And then sink back into the ocean ♪

♪ I have only one thing to do ♪

♪ And that's be the wave that I am ♪

♪ And then sink back into the ocean ♪

♪ I have only one thing to do ♪

♪ And that's be the wave that I am ♪

♪ And then sink back into the ocean ♪

♪ Sink back into the ocean ♪

♪ Sink back into the o... ♪

♪ Sink back into the ocean ♪

♪ Sink back into the o... ♪

♪ Sink back into the ocean ♪

♪ Sink back into the ocean ♪

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So what are the names of the two families

in Romeo and Juliet?

Anybody? Anyone?

The Montagues and Capulets?

Montague and Capulet. Okay, great.

Why do they have to die?

Uh, it's in the script, Mr. Solloway.

I know it is, Cherise,
but until the morning

after their wedding, Romeo
and Juliet is a comedy

in the classic sense of the form.

So why do you think Shakespeare
chose to change it up?

'Cause he's soft.

Okay. Anybody else?

Keisha?

Maybe they're just too happy.

Okay, I'm interested. Tell me more.

Well, like, the shit's not their fault,

he was all like, "meet me 'hereth,'"

and she's like, "I'll be 'thereth,'"

and then, like, her grandma...

- Yeah, the nurse.
- Yeah, and that freaky dude...

The friar.

They the ones who fuck it up.

Right. Absolutely right.

Why do they fuck it up?

Wow.

- 'Cause they're old.
- They're old.

Right, they're old,
like me, they're adults,

and adults are imperfect.

Romeo and Juliet are
children. They're innocents.

They never hurt anybody,
they never betrayed anybody,

so because they're
innocents, their love is pure.

But when the adults interfere,

even though they're trying to help,

which both the nurse and the friar are,

they end up corrupting this perfect love.

So what Shakespeare's trying
to say is that pure love

cannot sustain in an imperfect world.

Okay, Act III, Scene 4.

- Hey.
- Hi.

Sorry.

That's okay. They seated me.

- Mr. Solloway.
- Hey, Jed, how are you?

Good, teach. Nice to see you again.

Good to see you.

Wish he'd go to college.

- I thought he was in a band.
- Yeah, he is.

- Are they any good?
- No, they're terrible.

- I have news.
- Yeah?

- Thanks.
- About the store.

They want to feature us

on the front page of
the Sunday Style section.

- You're kidding.
- Nope.

- Baby, that's huge.
- I know.

- How did that happen?
- I don't know.

I... Word of mouth, we had
a few celebrities in recently.

- We should celebrate.
- I know.

I just wish I'd brought
a gift or something.

Oh, wait a second.

What's that?

It's for you. Open it.

- Did you know?
- No, of course not.

Oh, my gosh.

Wow, what's that for?

I don't know. Sticking it out?

I don't think we can't afford this.

- Don't worry about it.
- No, I know

- we can't afford it.
- Helen.

We haven't paid off the
Amex bill this month.

- Will you put it on?
- I think you should return it.

- You serious?
- Really, yeah.

I don't need anymore
jewelry. I have plenty.

- Please.
- Nope.

What are you in the mood for?

- Hey.
- What's up?

- You busy?
- Just doing homework.

That was my favorite
book when I was your age.

I know. You've told me many times.

So mom showed me your report card.

Fantastic.

You want to tell me what
happened this semester?

It got harder.

Come on, you got a... you
got a B-minus in algebra.

You used to do algebra
for fun two years ago.

I can't hear in class.

It's too crowded.
Everyone's talking at once.

So... move nearer the front of the class.

I can't do that. All
the girls sit up there.

Okay, well...

why don't you go find
Mr. Reiner after school,

and ask him for some extra help?

Okay, sure.

Will you do that?

- No.
- Why not?

Because I'll get the shit
kicked out of me, Dad.

If they find out that I
went in for extra help...

Who's "they?"

M-Maybe I should just go to
private school next semester,

with Whitney.

Do you really want to do that?

I don't know.

I thought you wanted to
go to Science and Tech.

- Isn't that what you told me?
- Yeah.

So you changing your mind now?

Look, I-I know it gets a
little tough, okay, but...

you're getting a real life education there,

not some private school fish bowl bullshit.

Just give it one more semester, okay?

If you still hate it at
the end of the year, then...

I'll go have a conversation
with your grandfather.

Well, I won't even have
to. Your mother will,

she's dying to.

Okay?

Yeah, okay.

What's wrong?

You hear that?

What's that sound?

- She's throwing up.
- Why, is she ill?

- I think she's bulimic.
- What?

Come on.

Think about it. Look at
how thin she's gotten,

and she barely eats anything.

Well, then what's she got to throw up?

- What should we do?
- Let's go in there

- and talk to her.
- No.

Did you not read

any of the child psychology...

- What are you doing here?
- Nothing.

Are you bulimic?

Yes, Mom. Take me back to therapy.

I really fucked that one up, didn't I?

- It wasn't your finest hour.
- Yeah.

But we do need to nip it in the bud.

You have no idea how
dangerous eating disorders are,

trust me. The longer she goes on,

the harder it's gonna be for her to stop.

Is it my fault?

Did I somehow... make her
think she had to be thin?

No.

Probably spending the summer
with your fucking mother.

Oh, don't call her that.

You're right, I'm sorry.

No, you're right, it probably
was my fucking mother.

I hope she's happy paying
for Whitney's fucking therapy,

and I just found out she's
not even coming this weekend.

- To the benefit?
- Mm-hmm, she's going to a spa

- with my aunt.
- Well, why do we have to go?

Because somebody has
to be there for my dad.

It's a big deal, because it's
a lifetime achievement award,

and now I'm afraid to leave
Whitney, because she...

Don't you think you may be overreacting?

No, I don't think I'm
overreacting, I don't!

And you have lost the
right to say that to me.

You know, we used to be a team.

We still are.

No, now we're just two idiots

that don't know how to handle anything.

I don't know what to do,
because my daughter needs me.

And I feel like I have to talk
to her about what's going on,

and I think I could help
her, I just need some time,

and the store needs me because
the fucking New York Times

is coming on Monday, and
it... the place is a mess,

I need to clean and restock,
and I can't do any of that

if I have to go to Montauk.

So don't go.

I can't leave my father
alone. I mean, it's a big deal,

what's happening there, and
if my mom isn't gonna go...

You're not responsible for the problems

in your parents' marriage, Helen.

I understand that, Dr.
Gunderson, it's just that...

somebody needs to be there
if my mom's not gonna go.

I'll go.

What?

I'll go and support your father

- and represent our family.
- No.

Why not?

- Why not?
- Mm.

Helen, nothing is gonna happen.

I'm not gonna contact her. I won't see her.

Why should I believe you?

Have I spoken to her since this summer?

- I don't know.
- No.

- How would I know?
- No, not at all, never.

Okay, fine, but that... it's crazy for you

to go back to that place
without me, isn't it?

No, not necessarily.

Do you know why...

Do you know why I married you?

Because you loved me?

I thought you were safe.

Safe.

Do you remember how quiet you used to be?

You got paralyzed if there
were more than three people

in the conversation. I
mean, you only spoke to me.

Everyone else thought you were mute.

And I...

I could have had
anyone... when I was young.

I'm sorry if that sounds
crass, but it's true.

And I chose you.

And I knew you were
never gonna be president

or famous or rich, but
I didn't care about that,

because I had a rich, famous father

and he was such a fucking asshole,

and you adored me.

I knew you would never cheat.

You wouldn't leave, and
you would be a good father,

and we would have a nice life,

and we would grow old and die together,

and everyone would talk
about how lucky we are,

and what a smart choice I made.

Do you think any of this is news to me?

Helen, I have been going
over and over this in my mind

for four months now.

Why did I do it? What was I thinking?

I'm married to the perfect woman.

I have a perfect life. I'm...
I'm fucking tired of it.

It's so hard living up to your
goddamn standards all the time.

I don't want to be the...
envy of our friends.

I feel like a fraud.

I don't own our house. I
don't even clothe our kids.

Of course you clothe our
kids. You're not unemployed.

You send Stacey's clothes
to the dry cleaners.

The French ones, yeah.

I think I wanted to make a mistake.

I've never made a single fucking mistake

in my whole goddamn life. A
person can't live like that.

Well, congratulations, you did it.

Yeah, and now I'm sorry.
I am so fucking sorry.

And it had nothing to do
with her, it's not about her.

- She could have been anyone.
- You know,

that doesn't make me feel better!

Please.

You have to forgive me.

I love you.

We've been coming here for four months.

I've taken all your fury.

I walk out of here every Friday

with my fucking underwear on my head.

All I want is move on.

Just let me go to Montauk for the weekend.

Let me fucking stand next
to your... jackass father.

Let me do this for you.

Please.

- Have a lovely evening.
- Thanks.

The recipient of this year's
lifetime achievement award,

Bruce Butler.

Well, it's not the Pulitzer,
but I suppose it's something.

Thank you.

More wine, sir?

- Fancy meeting you here.
- What are the chances?

I-I can't.

I know.

Hey, Bruce.

- So how'd I do?
- You did great.

They loved you.

- How's that knee?
- Oh.

It always bothers me more in winter.

Good of you to come.

Helen really wishes she was here.

She just, uh... We're having
a bit of a crisis with Whitney,

and she's the more effective parent, so.

Want to get some air?

Not really. It's freezing outside.

Ah, come on, it'll put hair on your chest.

So, was that her?

I'm sorry?

The one you were fucking this summer?

Was that her?

Helen told you?

No, of course not.

Helen told her mother,
Margaret told Miranda,

Miranda told her sister in
Ecuador, and I speak Spanish.

So... was that her?

Well, it's been invigorating
talking to you, Bruce, as usual.

How's your book coming?

- It's fine.
- That's not what I hear.

Harry tells me you've been
quiet as a church mouse

- since you got home.
- I've been focused

- on other things.
- Like what?

Saving my marriage.

Seems to me this girl
might have been your muse,

and now that she's gone,
you're afraid of the page.

You got to harness that
disappointment, son.

If you know how to use
it, you might actually

produce something worth reading this time.

Why do you have to be such
a dick all the time, Bruce?

Years ago, when Helen was young,

before I was famous,

I was a visiting professor
at the University of Michigan

and I met this girl, a student of mine.

She wasn't the prettiest
girl I'd ever seen,

but there was something about her.

She... lit me up.

I felt like I'd been
sleepwalking my whole life,

then suddenly, I was wide awake.

So what happened?

The semester ended. I
went home for the holidays.

We were living in Greenwich at the time,

and Margaret had erected this tree.

And I looked up at the
tree, and I thought about

what my tree would be like with this girl.

I imagined some sad, little potted thing

in her tiny apartment.

I thought about my little
Helen coming to visit,

sleeping in the closet
without any of her toys,

and I knew right then, I
would never go through with it.

So that was it? You just
broke it off with her?

Instead, I channeled it
all into my next book.

First time I was
short-listed for the Pulitzer.

The only time.

Send me something, anything.

- Might be a while.
- Good ones always take time.

Harry will drive me home.
We need to talk business.

Besides, I can't be seen
in that shitty car of yours.

Understood. I'll be right behind you.

I think I left my ticket.

Which hospital? Is she okay?

Oh. Okay, when?

Yeah, okay.

Shit.

- What's wrong?
- Nothing.

Come on, tell me.

My grandmother had a heart attack.

- Oh, God.
- I have to be there,

but I-I don't have a car and
I can't get ahold of a taxi.

I'll give you a lift.

No, that's okay, I'll just...
I'll just keep calling.

- It's fine.
- Come on.

I need to get my coat.

Will you come in with me?

Won't your husband be there?

No, I haven't told him.

It's not my place.

Well, thanks for the lift.

It's great seeing you again.

- Bruce?
- Jesus!

You fucking scared me, Noah.

Sorry. Can I give you a hand?

We got this goddamn chair re-stuffed.

Now it sucks you in like a whirlpool.

You took the long way home, didn't you?

You need help going up the stairs?

No, I've been sleeping in my office.

I'm fine.

Bruce?

That woman, the student in Michigan...

Do you ever think about her?

Every fucking day.

- Alison. Alison?
- Mm.

- What are you doing here?
- I think she's about to go.

What?

Oh, my God. My... What do I do?

Just go to her and hold her.

- What do I say?
- Say you love her.

Say everything's gonna be all right.

- You'll see her again.
- No, I can't, I can't.

Yes, you can.

Grams.

Mm.

Grams.

There you are. Um...

we're late. How fast can you drive?

Pretty fast.

Oh.

Ladies and gentlemen,
we are pleased to present

to you tonight, author of the
best-selling novel Descent,

which will soon to be made
into a major motion picture...

Please welcome Noah Solloway.

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Thank you, it's an honor
to be reading here tonight.

As I used to say as a
teenager, I can't promise

this will be any good,
but it will be quick.

"They were driving fast.

"Out of the corner of his eye,
he saw an old boat painted blue,

"resting on the side of
the road, dilapidated.

"Rotting, as if the air
itself were corrosive.

Tall, pale grass grew wild in its belly..."

_

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Come on.

You can't say "nothing."
You must want something.

You can all do the Secret Santa thing again

- and just leave me out of it.
- Scrooge Lockhart!

Fine.

I want Christmas dinner
here, with all of you.

- Is it Christmas already?
- Oh, it's you.

We're celebrating. You're
finally off crutches.

Wow. Thanks, Mom.

Dad's old records.

Garbage.

Your old records.

Garbage.

We should get one of
those stagers to come in

and make it look good to rich people.

And bury a St. Joseph statue in the yard.

Guaranteed bidding war.

Oh, that's baking powder. You
want baking soda, this one.

How can you tell?

Ali?

I want to hang onto that.
Just stick it in my bedroom.

- Thank you.
- Of course, honey.

Hal and I are planning on traveling

once the sale goes through.

- Where?
- Paris.

Well, she... you know, she
wants to open a tattoo parlor.

- No kidding, where?
- I don't know,

- somewhere in the Hamptons.
- She's gonna ink the stars.

Well, I'm thinking about
going in on a club in the city.

What a surprise.

Yeah, what's that supposed to mean?

You've been going to the
city a lot these days.

Yeah, because this place
is fucking claustrophobic

in the winter.

I wouldn't cut the checks just yet.

We haven't even put it on the market.

Still got a ton of work to do here.

We don't have to do anything, Cole.

We could sell the place tomorrow, as is.

- But we're not gonna do that.
- And why not?

I don't want the new owner
to come in and tear it down,

- and if it looks like a dump...
- Dump?

You've been in their houses.
You see how those people live.

There's an appraiser coming tomorrow.

He'll let us know where we
stand. After that, we can start

interviewing real estate agents.

"Interviewing agents." Jesus.

We need somebody who
understands the property,

somebody who can market it.

This isn't a summer home.
It's a working ranch.

So on the market when?

I don't know, sometime early spring?

No, absolutely not.
Bullshit, overruled, done.

Hey, Cole. Cole, look.

Oh, my God, I forgot.

The bath upstairs, I forgot to turn it off.

- Oh, shit.
- Oh, ma. Ma, I got it.

- I got it, I got it.
- Need me to go get a bucket?

Here.

Oh, fuck!

- Oh, boy.
- I know.

You can't be serious. She's in her 50s,

miles away from senile. You
know, people forget things.

Mm-mmm. She doesn't.

Last week, she left a
window open in the rain,

and that blue rug is completely ruined.

Before that, she backed
herself into a fencepost.

And what the fuck was she even doing,

running a bath before dinner?

I don't know.

I want to take her to see a doctor.

Why?

- Alzheimer's, early onset.
- No.

There's no way.

I'm just saying, I...

Look, I think she's trying to slow down

the sale of the ranch.

Why would she do that, Alison?

I don't know. Just a feeling I had

when she said she left the tub running.

- It was weird.
- Well, that's exactly

what I'm saying, something's wrong.

Ugh.

God, it's so fucking cold in here.

- Get in here.
- Ooh!

Ugh.

You want me to stoke the fire?

No. You're like a human furnace.

Were you okay? At dinner?

Yeah. Yeah, I was fine.

Don't look at me like that.

That's your "I need to
have a discussion" face.

I have nightmares about that face.

What are you gonna do with
your share of the money?

I'm gonna burn it, for fuel.

That's a bad idea.

I want you to buy
something you always wanted.

I have everything I always wanted...

right here.

Oh.

Thanks, babe.

Hmm.

Hi, Athena.

What?

Oh, my God.

What do you mean? When?

Were you with her?

Which hospital?

Is she okay... Okay,
calm down, I'm on my way.

What happened?

- Gramma's had a heart attack.
- Oh, shit.

She's in the I.C.U. Look, I have to go.

- I'll drive you.
- No, it's okay.

My mother is there.

- They called your mother first?
- Yeah, I don't know why.

You sure you don't want me to come?

No, you have the appraiser coming.

- I can reschedule it.
- No, it's okay!

Oh, thank God you're here.

I've been peppered with questions.

Why did they call you?

Joan told them to call her daughter.

She meant me. And what's this?

Dennis, my daughter Alison.
Alison, my friend Dennis.

It's a pleasure to meet you, Alison.

It's a real honor to be in the presence

of such a powerful female lineage.

Please, let me know if
I can be of any service.

Can you give us some privacy, please?

- I'll be in the cafeteria.
- Thank you, sweetie.

What did her E.K.G. show
when she was admitted?

I haven't had a...

I'll come back in a few minutes.

That'd be great. Thank you.

What was that about?

You need to consent to a D.N.R. order.

Excuse me? She's...

Okay, come with me.

Okay, she's been in
decline for a while now.

- She's stable.
- Yes, yes, at the moment,

but you mustn't cling to the
illusion of health, sweetie.

Her heart is an old heart,

and we need to honor
what is happening here,

and make this part of her
journey as peaceful as possible.

Do you know what it
means if anything happens?

Anything? They'll let her die!

If she chokes on a grape,
they won't save her.

She's not gonna choke on a grape

- because she eats baby food.
- Look, I know nothing

would make you happier
than to be rid of her

so you can sail off to some
chakra sunset, guilt-free,

- but she's my grandm...
- Please, stop.

At times like these, we need
to act from our higher selves.

I'm getting a cup of fucking tea.

I'm looking for it.

Well, you're the appraiser. Can't you tell?

No, the roof on the stable is 11 years old.

Yeah, I know, I know, I know, receipts.

What can I tell you?

My mother didn't keep very good records.

She was a little busy
raising a family on her own.

Yeah. Yeah, no, I get it, I get it.

Just give me a couple days. Bye.

Sorry about that. It's the appraiser.

How's your granny?

She's okay. I-I think she's okay.

You know, she knows what's going on.

Well, that's a good sign, right?

Mm.

Athena wants me to consent to a D.N.R.

Do not resuscitate.

Do you think I should do it?

I don't know, Ali. Do you want to?

No.

Then don't do it.

Appraiser's fucking useless.

He told me he can't give me an estimate

because he doesn't have
comps, but there are no other

200-year old working
ranches out in Montauk,

which is kind of the point. Fucking idiot.

- Do you need the car later?
- Yeah, I got to run

down to the hardware store
with Caleb and get some tile.

- Why?
- I have a catering job.

- Where?
- Boden Hall.

- Can you drop me?
- Yeah, of course I can.

- What's the event?
- Don't know.

Don't care.

God. I just can't get warm.

What's happening tonight?

A literary society, I
think. Some sort of award.

- For who?
- Oh, he's famous.

He wrote Castle of Man.

- Bruce Butler?
- I think so.

Whole kitchen's gluten-free, I need you

- to make sure there's no...
- Nadine?

- Yes?
- Can I go home?

- W... No, why?
- I-I just...

I'm not feeling well.

I'm really understaffed tonight, Ali.

Can you take an Advil and power through?

I'll put you on coat check.

That way, you don't have
to move around very much.

- Okay.
- Thank you.

Listen, did you get that? Gluten-free.

Thank you.

Ah, the man of the hour.

- I suppose so.
- Have a good night, Mr. Butler.

Miss?

- Miss?
- Sorry.

Have a good night.

Traitor.

It's the only thing I could find.

- Hi.
- Hi.

Good to see you.

You too.

I haven't smoked since this summer.

No, really, I haven't.

Okay.

So your family didn't come?

- No.
- Why not?

Can we not talk about my family?

Sure.

You look so beautiful.

You know, things have been
good between Cole and me lately.

Really good.

You know, we're trying
to get pregnant, actually.

- That's wonderful.
- Yeah, it is.

Well, I guess I should

go back inside before my absence is felt.

Yeah. Probably a good idea.

Hello? What?

Oh, okay, when?

Oh. Yeah, okay, um...

I appreciate the ride.

I can stay and drive you home later.

Take care, Noah.

Do you know what it looks like

to see a pit crew of
Western medical professionals

trying to jumpstart a heart that's done?

Ribs were cracked! Electricity...

- Stop, please.
- Her lungs, done.

Her kidneys, done.
Suddenly, everything is done.

- It c...
- Maybe you'd like to go

- into the family room?
- No, we wouldn't.

Talk to the doctor, tell him
he can write the D.N.R. order,

- and get those machines off her.
- Why don't you do it?

I'm not the fucking proxy.

Well, I'll sign it over to you right now.

Then you can do the dirty work. Go ahead.

Go in there and pull the plug.

Lucky you. Here comes the calvary.

Cafeteria's closed. Vending machine.

I should be with her.
I should be in her room.

Well, a few minutes here won't hurt.

If it's any comfort, I
remember how this feels.

My mother died in a
hospital just like this.

You...

No, maybe I need to get another doctor.

I-I-I could move
her to the city.

Or I could call a doctor I...

used to know.

What if... what if someone made a mistake?

You know, people die because someone...

should have known better...

Look, maybe I'm out of line here, but...

I know this pain... Feels familiar.

But it's different. She's not a child.

I just...

I...

I need to know that I'm...
I'm not making a mistake.

You're not. You're not.

I know every cell in your body
wants to keep her alive, but...

holding on to her is
not gonna bring him back.

Letting her go is an act of compassion.

Feels like hell, but... it's compassion.

Did she have friends?

Yes. Lots.

If you want to plan a
funeral, I understand.

You know, she'd want a
service at her church,

but if you want something
casual after lunch...

Well, we're headed up to
Rhinebeck in the morning.

You can't wait a few days?

The pathways out here
are too muddled for me.

I need to be someplace I feel supported

in order to even start the healing process.

Losing one's mother... Whew.

It's such an archetypal wound.

Yes. It is.

Have a great trip.

Yeah.

I love you.

I love you too.

- I'm all-in, fuck it.
- All-in?

See, that's what I was trying
to... I was trying to instigate.

I got a made-up card.

Yeah. Stop throwing shit.

Seriously.

Bringing me luck. All right, turn 'em.

As you know, we had to
delay this memorial service

longer than we would have liked,

but today, we are here and
we will not dwell on tragedy.

Instead, we will remember
the life of our son,

Scott Lockhart.

And if this crowd is any indication,

he was greatly loved.

Let us pray.

Lord, make me an instrument of thy peace.

Where there is hatred, let me sow love.

Where there is injury,
pardon. Where there is doubt...

Can you look something else up for me?

- Labor Day.
- He didn't stay with us.

I know, I know. Try under cancellations.

Okay.

Oh, wow, you're right.

There was a reservation under "Solloway."

- It was canceled at 11:22 P.M.
- Thank you.

- Have a good night.
- Mm-hmm.

Say, I got into a little fender bender.

Do you know someone local
who can look at my car?

Yeah, there's somebody out
here that everybody uses.

Let me get his number.

♪ This must be where I
lose it all, darling ♪

♪ Throw myself into wicked waters... ♪