The Affair (2014–…): Season 5, Episode 4 - Episode #5.4 - full transcript

Previously on The Affair...

It's nice to see you again,
Mrs. Solloway.

It's nice to see you, Colin.

Is something wrong?

I'm just tired, Dad.

You know, I'm doing everything.
Colin still can't work

'cause of his visa situation.

This marriage thing, you don't
have to do it, you know.

Yeah, but actually, Dad, I do,
because if I don't,

then Colin has to
leave the country.

Mom, Vik, this is Furkat.



Welcome.

- Are you two working together?
- I'm his assistant.

Try to think of

what Whitney's doing
as a sort of apprenticeship.

Was she here?

Get out.

Get out!

Get out!

Hey.

Erica, script supervisor.

Uh, in this sex scene,

how important is
the exact wording?

What are you doing,
man, with Helen?

She's the mother of my children.



She's my best friend.

Whom you lied to,
cheated on and left.

- What?!
- I know he's here. Where the fuck is he? Sasha!

He's using you to get to me.

Trevor?

Stacey?

Damn it.

Oh, hey, Margaret.

Why are you here?

Uh, Helen's got a meeting today.

I said I'd take
the kids to school.

- Are they ready?
- Not remotely.

They haven't had their breakfast
because there's no one here

to cook it for them.

Well, usually they just have
cereal for breakfast.

Hey, Stace.

Dad.

- Hey.
- Happy Halloween.

Oh, God, is it Halloween?
I forgot.

Shocker.

What are you guys doing?

Oh, uh, we're going to Sasha
Mann's party tonight with Mom.

You are?

Yeah. Brooklyn's dad says.

Sasha's party is legendary
in Los Angeles.

Oh. Guess I'm out of the loop.

Are you coming, too?

Uh, no. It's the first
I've heard of it.

So you'll come.

I can't. I've got to
grade some papers.

Dad, it's Halloween.
You have to come.

No, Dad probably
didn't make the guest list.

Why not? He wrote Sasha's movie.

Nobody cares about
the writer, stupid.

Dad's, like, the most
disposable person on set.

Trevor, don't call
your sister stupid.

I'm not going
if Dad's not invited.

Oh, come on now, that's silly.

- You'll enjoy it.
- But I want to do something

together, as a family.

You remember
that Halloween in Brooklyn,

when Mom took home
the wrong mummy from the party

and left Martin?

Because she couldn't
tell the difference

between him and the other kid.

You remember that?

Yeah. And then, in the end,

the other kid didn't
want to go home,

because being with
the Solloways,

even as an imposter,

was more fun than being
with his own family.

I remember, too.

N-No, you don't.

You've just heard the stories.

You were a baby.

Why don't we all go out
for dinner this week?

I'll see if I can get it
on your mother's calendar.

Okay.

Well, yeah, tell her
I said, uh, I know that it's

a little bit more expensive,
but why spend

all the money
on the chaise if you

don't want to cover it
with an amazing fabric?

Hey, Helen.

Who's she talking to?

Mm. Her assistant.

- She has an assistant?
- Okay, great.

Thank you for doing this.

Happy to help.

Trevor said he'd quit school
if I let my mother drop him off.

We were just remembering
that Halloween when you, uh,

picked up the wrong mummy
and left Martin at the party.

- Remember that?
- I never did that.

- Yeah, you did.
- Yeah, you did, Mom.

- Yeah, you did.
- Wow.

You guys were practically
raised by wolves,

and yet, you turned out so well.

Can you get your shit
for school?

Yeah, okay.

Well...
I guess I'll take the trash out,

since no one else is doing it.

Thanks, Mom.

How are you?

- Good. You?
- Good.

Been a while.

Yeah. Yeah, I wanted to, um...

I wanted to talk to you
about what happened.

What do you mean?

You know, in the karaoke bar.

How much do you remember?

Enough.

I think, um...

I think watching
this movie getting made,

it's-it's bringing up
a lot of stuff,

and I'm-I'm not
handling it properly.

Mm-hmm.

So my feelings over the,
you know, ownership of the book

and trying to get
the story right,

I, uh, maybe I...

Maybe that spilled over to you,

and I blurred the lines
a little.

You think?

Anyway, the point is,
I'm-I'm sorry.

I shouldn't have...
I'm sorry, you know.

You can do what you want
with your personal life.

I should just
give you some privacy.

All I want is to
maintain a healthy

co-parenting relationship,
for the sake of the kids.

Well, for once,
we want the same thing.

Bye, guys.

Oh, um, Mom, don't forget
to pick up the lace

for my garter belt.

Will not.

I'm going as Dr. Frank-N-Furter.

Oh, for God sakes, Trevor,

if you have to be gay,
can't you be the elegant kind?

You mean like Grandpa?

Okay, that's enough. Come on.

Let's go. We're late.

Come on.

Noah... my man.

Where's your costume?

Oh, uh, I didn't realize
the teachers had to dress up.

Did we do that last year?

No, because Janelle
was allergic to fun.

But there's a new
sheriff in town.

Get it? Hang tight.

I'll find you something to wear.

Oh, did you... see this?

Good press for your movie.

Ah, bummed about
the thing with your ex?

How'd you know this was my ex?

You told me.

Over tacos.

Oh, God.

You want her back.

- No.
- If you want her back,

you just got to find
this guy's kryptonite.

- I don't want her back.
- All these movie stars,

these big shots, they're
actually super perverted

- once you get to know them.
- How many movie stars do you know?

Scientology.

Sex trafficking.

Gerbils in the anus.

What?

Here's the question
you got to ask yourself.

What is the one thing that is
gonna get your wife...

Ex-wife.

To get out of bed
with Sasha Mann?

I don't know.

I bet you do.

Oh. Pop this on
before your next class.

We good, Jungle Janitor?

Don't say I never
did you a solid.

Hey, kids. Hi.

Hey, guys.

- There he is.
- The man of the hour.

Hey. Sorry I'm late,
I had a couple of

student conferences
after school.

How about our friend here?
Hit movie in the works,

still teaching high school.

Walking the walk.

Yeah, so sorry
I called the meeting

and, uh, raised a red flag;
It's just that, um,

there's been a, uh, uh,
a miscommunication,

and, um, I've been
banned from the set.

So I need you to help me

smooth it over or whatever
and... so I can go back to work.

When you say you've been
banned from set, what...

- what does that mean exactly?
- Banned by who?

By, uh, Sasha.

Mann?

Yeah, Sasha Mann.

Huh.

Listen, we love that you
want to see the process

- all the way through...
- It shows passion.

But really, is there anything
more boring than production?

Yawn city.

No, guys, no. Look...

this has been a ten-year journey

trying to realize
this book as a movie,

and... it's my life story,

so I-I need to be there

- to make sure it's done right.
- We get it, Noah.

This is your baby,
but let's not lose sight

of the big picture.

When the town sees "written by
Sasha Mann and Noah Solloway"

on a box office smash,

every above-the-title star
in Hollywood is gonna be

knocking down your door to
cowrite their passion project.

Wait a second, what do you mean?

It's not gonna say that.
It's gonna say

"written by
Noah Solloway," right?

So, the good news is,
Sasha Mann is

- really invested in this movie.
- Mm-hmm.

Are you fucking kidding me? He
gets a fucking writing credit?

No, no, we...

W-we can't let him have it.
We have to fight this.

- We totally get how you feel.
- Hmm. Yeah.

But Hollywood's a small town.

Relationships are everything.

Think about it:

"Disgruntled first-time
screenwriter battles

beloved movie star
in credit arbitration."

- Mm.
- Come on,

- that's not a good look.
- No.

I don't give a shit
what it looks like.

He didn't write that movie,
I fucking wrote the movie.

And as my representatives,
I need you to help me

stand up to him.

As Sasha Mann's representatives,

we're not gonna
be able to do that.

But wait.

We have something
that will cheer you up.

- Mm.
- Show him the key art, Jordan.

We just got this.

Huh?

Come on.

It's pretty good, right?

- Hey.
- Hello.

- Mr. Solloway?
- Sorry, who is this?

This is Jocelyn
from Helen Butler's office.

Helen's stuck
in a swatch meeting

and needs you to go
to Jo-Ann Fabrics

on La Cienega and pick up...

some lace for her son's
garter belt.

- Excuse me, I don't understand.
- She says her son can

explain the specifics
if you call him.

- Yeah, he's our son and...
- Sorry.

That's the whole message.

Yeah, can I speak
to Helen, please?

Let me see if I can get her.

I'm sorry, I don't
have her right now.

What do you mean,
you "don't have her"?

Did you just...
did you just talk to her?

I'm afraid I have another call.

I'll give Ms. Butler
your message.

No, I don't want
to leave a message...

This is tulle, Dad.

I said lace.

Well, what do you want
me to do, Trevor?

- Take it back?
- You know what? No.

There's no time.

Guess I'm just gonna
have to wear this boring,

plain garter belt.

Trevor, I think
you look fantastic.

Yeah, thanks, Dad.

When is Mom taking you
to this party?

- It's almost six.
- Noah?

May I talk to you for a minute?

There's been a change of plans

which shouldn't be
a surprise to anyone.

Why? What's going on?

Helen's working late.

She's asked me to drive them
to Sasha Mann's.

She says she'll meet them there.

- Can't she take the night off?
- I don't understand

why she's taking them
to Sasha Mann's party at all.

The whole thing seems
ridiculous to me.

Bruce has Alzheimer's.

God, I'm sorry, Margaret.
I thought, I thought as much.

Me, too, but what are you
doing about it?

What is anyone doing about it?

Instead of coming back east
to help me take care of him,

Helen's sashaying
around Hollywood

like she's Nicole Kidman.

- It's grotesque.
- Margaret, I think Helen

just needs to take care of Helen
for a while. Okay? She's been

- through a lot.
- She hasn't slept here for a week.

I am basically those
children's mother now.

Wait, when's Mom coming home?

She doesn't care
about you anymore.

She's taking care of Helen.

- That's enough.
- Wait, what?

Trevor.

Go find your sister
and get in the car.

I'm taking you to Malibu.

What? No.

No, no, no, no, no, no.

There's no way I'm showing up

at the hippest party
I've ever been to

with my grandmother.

Dad, why can't you drive us?

Okay, come on, let's go.

Gonna take forever
in this traffic.

Where's Stacey? Stacey!

She's been locked
in the bathroom

ever since we got
home from school.

What? Why?

I have no idea.

- Stacey?
- What?

- Is everything okay in there?
- Go away.

Look, I'm-I'm sorry,
uh, Mom had to work late,

but I can take you to the party,
you can see her there.

- I'm not going.
- Why not?

I don't want to talk about it.

- Stacey, come on, l-let me in.
- Go away, Dad.

I don't want you. I want Mom.

I think Aunt Flo's
come to visit.

What?

Oh, shit. Um...

What... Can you, can you
give her something?

- Like what?
- Well, I don't know,

like, a tampon or a-a pad or...?

Noah, I'm 73.

Oh, shit, right. Can you check
in Helen's bathroom, will you?

Yeah.

Stace?

Should I send your
grandmother in?

No!

Look, Stacey, just, uh, just...

Okay, just tell me
what you want.

I want Mom.

Look, Dad, can't she

just stuff some tissues
down her pants or something?

- We're gonna be late.
- You told him?

Well, look at him.
He's practically a woman anyway.

More so than you.

Trevor, that's not helpful.
I'm calling you an Uber.

You can go to the party
on your own.

- Seriously?
- Yeah, seriously.

It'll be out front in six
minutes. Don't do drugs.

- Okay. Yes!
- Margaret, you're gonna go out

- and get Stacey some pads.
- Why do I

have to be the Sherpa
around here all the time?

- Why don't you go get the pads?
- Because I'm her father!

I'm staying here
in case she needs me.

There you are, Noah.

Welcome back.

It's nice to see you again.

Thanks, Dad.

Thanks.

Stace? I've got your, uh...

Margaret, what are you doing?

You'd leave somebody
if you found this

in their bedroom, wouldn't you?

What is it?

It's a pocket pussy.

This is what you need to do:

Sneak into Sasha Mann's party,

figure out where he sleeps,

and plant this stuff
all around his room.

Then later,
Helen will find it, and...

he's toast.

Are you sure it's Bruce
who's losing his mind?

Margaret, what-what kind
of a person do you think I am?

- No, don't answer that.
- Do you know what I think?

I think he's in one of those
cults these Hollywood people

are so into. I think
she's being brainwashed.

Look, just 'cause Helen's not
doing what you want her to do

doesn't mean she's
being brainwashed.

Oh, hey, Stacey.

Hey.

- Everything okay?
- I'm fine.

Sure?

Want to get your costume on
and I'll take you over to...

- Sasha's house?
- I'm not going. I hate him.

Who, Sasha?

Well, he can't be that bad.

I mean, if Mom wants
to hang out with him.

I don't know why you're
defending him, Dad.

He says such mean
things about you.

Like what?

He's called you a loser.

He says Mom could've
done so much better.

Does Helen have a toolbox here?

Can I get a
Johnnie Walker, please?

With, uh, ice.

Thanks.

I thought that was you.

Erica.

Oh, hi.

I didn't think you were coming.

Haven't seen you
around set lately.

- The rumor's not true, is it?
- What rumor?

People are saying that you were
flirting with Sasha's girlfriend

or something, and they
banned you from set.

- What?
- No?

No.

No, Sasha's girlfriend is...

No, no, no, it wasn't that.

I didn't think so,

because you've always been
such a gentleman around me.

Maybe too much of a gentleman.

While you're here, Mr. Handyman,

maybe you could
help me with something,

'cause I just can't seem

to get this darn thing
to stay up.

I... Oh.

I just... I... Oh, God.

Oh, God, I didn't
even think you liked me.

What?

You never talked to me on set.

Here. Oh...

Wait, wait.

Wait, where are you going?

I need to borrow this.

I'll be right back.

Whatever you say,
Mr. Handsy Man.

But don't be too long. I'm cold.

Don't move.

Noah?

What the fuck are you doing
in my bedroom?

I was... I was looking
for the bathroom.

You passed three on the way,

and there are a dozen
Porta Pottis outside for guests,

where the party is.

There was a line. I-I, um...

needed to piss, you know.

I'll get out of your hair now.

That's weird.

Is that yours?

You're such an asshole.

- Cats or dogs?
- Cats.

- Favorite sport?
- Curling.

It's hurling.

Nobody here knows
the difference.

- Whitney.
- Hurling, hurling, hurling.

- Your mother's maiden name?
- Whiteman.

It's Whitman.

Boxers or briefs?

- They're not gonna ask that.
- They might.

- Commando.
- Very good.

I can't, I can't.
I'm gonna be late.

Stop.

- Move!
- Fucking Andrea.

Colin, we're out
of coffee again.

I'll get some.

Also, the toilet's clogged.
Do we have a plunger?

Isn't it underneath the sink?

I got to go.

What time will you be home?

I don't know.

How's your work going?

Good.

Yeah?

Maybe I come by the studio
and see it sometime.

It's not ready yet.

Andrea?

No. That one needs to be higher.

Hold on.

That's too close to the ceiling.

Okay.

Um...?

Yeah... Uh, no.

You know,
that's not working, either.

Let's try...
18 inches to the left.

Hey, Andrea, do you think
we could turn the AC on

just for a bit?

The AC is for
visiting hours only,

and you know that.

So, anyway, the place

was like the fucking
Handmaid's Tale.

All these drugged women
separated by curtains,

and these older male doctors

patting you on the thigh,
talking about your

"advanced maternal age,"

like they're doing you
a fucking favor.

Like you haven't paid
$50,000 for the privilege

of them harvesting your eggs.

You know, I think you're right.

That one did work better
by the door.

Andrea Rossman Gallery.

Yeah, 5 South Santa Fe Avenue.
That's right. Thank you.

Andrea Rossman Gallery.

Yeah, 12 noon to seven.

Thank you.

You know, if you would
finally finish the website,

you wouldn't have to spend

so much time answering
questions on the phone.

That's a really good point.

I'm gonna do that ASAP.

Hey, by the way,
did you get a chance

to look at payroll
for this week?

Has another week
gone by already?

Um, I just...

my landlord got
really pissy when I asked

for another extension, and...

I mean, we haven't paid it
in a while, so...

Don't take this
the wrong way, sweetheart,

but there's a thousand
other little gallerinas

that would do this job for free
just for the access.

We're not open.

Oh... my God.

It's worse than
I'd ever imagined.

Oh, my God.

Please... come in.

Welcome.

Um, what can my girl

- get you to drink?
- Mm.

It certainly is, um, balmy.

Oh, I'm sorry. We're installing

a new HVAC system, and...

Furkat, I'm such a fan.

What brings you to my, uh...

Are you just browsing or...?

Are you maybe looking
for West Coast representation?

Hmm. You're sweet.

Look at you, dollface.

You look just like Cinderella.

What are you doing here?

Well, just so happens
I have a show

opening soon at The Broad.

And a piece being inducted
into their permanent collection.

There's a huge party
tomorrow night to celebrate...

well, me.

And since I just happened to be

in the neighborhood,
I thought I'd reach out

and see how my old friend...

and the love of my life
Whitney Solloway was holding up.

But I never expected
to find her in such a...

such a... bubbling petri dish

of nascent creativity.

Andrea Rossman.

I love your vaginas.

Pleasure.

Look, the truth is...

I'm desperate for a date
to my opening tomorrow.

How about we fit you
for some glass slippers

so you can come along?

I can't.

We're about to open
a new exhibition here,

and I've got so much to do.

Thank you, though.

Okay. Well, how about I just

leave this invitation here

in case you can make it?

Oh, look, it's a...
there's a-a plus-one

if you wanted to
bring someone along.

Look...

I know we didn't part
on the best of terms.

But I'm here...

to try to make it up to you.

Another time.

This stuff is...
livid with pain.

Hey.

I was just napping.

Whit, you know I don't
mind if you drink.

That's okay. I'll just, um...

I'll just have coffee.
That'll wake me up.

Ooh... I'm sorry.

- I forgot.
- Uh...

- I'll go to the store.
- No, it's okay. It's okay.

I just, um...

I'll take a shower.
That'll wake me up.

Okay.

Oh, this book is amazing.

It's an investment,
but it's so worth it

once you get a few
hundred pages in.

Must be nice
to have time to read.

Hey. Are you okay?

Fine. I'm just tired.

Well, why don't we
call it a night?

I can't. I have to finish
this fucking website.

How is that your job
on top of everything else?

Why can't Andrea hire
someone to do that?

She's cheap as shit.

God, I can't wait until we have

enough money for you
to quit that place.

Yeah. Me, either.

Are you sure everything's okay?

What did you do all day?

I worked.

What does that mean?

I painted, Whitney.

When I came home,
you were napping.

Because I was tired
from painting.

Oh, that doesn't seem
legitimate to you?

Why can't I ever see
anything you're working on?

Because it's not ready yet.

Whitney, what the hell
is wrong with you?

I want you to contribute here.

- I want you to help me out.
- And you think I don't?

I don't want to have to pay

the rent by myself every month.

- So let's go to city hall.
- What?

Let's just go get married
at city hall tonight.

- It's closed.
- Tomorrow, then.

Let's go to city hall
and get it over with

so I can take this idiotic test

so I can work
in this godforsaken country.

Why are we planning
a wedding months from now?

It makes no sense.

It does to me.

But, I mean, come on.

Let's just get married.

- Don't you want to?
- Of course I want to.

But I want a wedding...
At my grandparents' house.

It's bad enough that we have
three months to plan it

in the middle of winter; Now you
don't want to do it at all?

- That is not what I said.
- Now you just want to get it over with?

- That's not what I said.
- Yes, it is!

That is what you said.

It was just a thought.

Please come back to bed.

We should probably practice
some more interview questions.

Okay.

What's my favorite color?

Cobalt blue.

How many cousins do I have?

Thirteen.

Where did we meet?

Spring Fling.

Whose house is this?

Carolina Wineman.

Her husband's a director, Barry?

This is Barry Wineman's house?

- Yep.
- Jesus, Mom.

- How did this happen?
- Nepotism.

I-I guess Barry
hasn't had a hit movie

in a while, so Sasha's
doing his new one,

so Barry owes Sasha
a favor, so...

I'm trying to start
a new career later in life.

I will take all
the help I can get.

What should I do
with these... walls?

What's her budget?

She doesn't seem to have one.

Huh. Um...

Maybe a big Harold Ancart
mixed media here?

Maybe a Joyce Pensato
charcoal there,

a Kerry James Marshall here.

I think I can get her
a discount through the gallery.

Andrea's brother represents her.

What?

I don't know.
I'm just so proud of you.

- You are?
- Yeah. I mean, look at you.

24 years old,
and you're so successful.

- Not exactly.
- Well, yeah.

Do you know what I was doing
when I was 24?

- What?
- Well...

I had followed
your father to Europe,

and I was working...

in a bagel factory to support us
while he wrote his "memoir."

Hey, Mom, it's 10 a.m.

Wow, so a bagel factory.
You never told me that.

Yeah.

I think I probably tried
to block it out.

For how long?

Um... I don't know.

A long time.

A year, I think?

I hated it.

Why didn't you leave?

I was probably...

I don't know, afraid of...

disappointing your father?

I really wish I hadn't
spent so much time

doing that when I was younger.

I could have accomplished
so much more.

Hey, Mom?

How are you doing financially?

Oh, God, I'm in a fucking hole.

I mean, I don't... that's...
I need this job to go well.

Or I'm afraid I'm gonna
have to sell the house.

Or pull your brother
and sister out of school.

Or both.

Why? How are you?

We're fine.

Hi. I'm so sorry I'm late.

Traffic was insane.

Honey.

How could you not have
told me that you know

the vagina man,
never mind dated him?

Oh, well...

it really didn't end well,
so I...

Well, I'm sorry, men are dogs.
But I am absolutely thrilled

that we are still invited to his
opening at The Broad tonight.

You know what?
I actually lost the invitation.

I'm really sorry.
Security's so tight

- at events like that.
- Oh, and I found it.

Look, Andrea,
I-I just don't think

that my fiancé would
appreciate me going

to an event like this
with my ex-boyfriend.

That is so sweet.

But it's irrelevant.

What I'm getting at...
is that you are going

to this opening
at The Broad tonight.

Because I... am going.

What?

I didn't say anything.

How do I look?

Like someone else.

Good. That's the point.

Where you going?

There's an opening
at The Broad tonight.

Oh, wow, The Broad.

That monument
to postwar capitalism

masquerading as accessible art.

I'm sorry, but Basquiat
is at The Broad.

Ed Ruscha, Jasper Johns.
How can you possibly

look down on
an institution like that?

Because it's not
really a museum.

It's a glorified, Instagrammable

storage locker
for money and ego.

You don't have to come.

I wasn't invited.

Whose opening are you
even going to?

Photographer named Furkat.

That guy? Are you kidding?

That man should be in prison,
not a museum. He's a pedophile.

You know, as much as I'd love

to stick around
for another lecture

about the moral bankruptcy
of modern Neo-Pop, I have to go.

You don't have to do anything.

Actually, Colin, I do.

I have to make a living,
and sometimes that means

interacting with people
who don't live up

to your impossible standard
of artistic integrity.

You like it.

What?

Admit it, you like it.

You like getting dressed up

and hanging out
with the popular crowd.

You think it makes you cool.

You really can be such a dick.

Oh, my God. Everybody's here.

Um, if people ask if we're
sisters, just say yes, right?

I mean, wouldn't that be fun?

- Sure, Andrea.
- Okay.

Whatever you want.

Here she is.

Whitney Solloway.

The one that got away.

Oh, uh, my love,

I must introduce you
to a dear friend of mine.

Dashiell?

Oh.

- Dashiell Boucicault.
- Hi.

Ah. Lindsay's mentioned you.

Lindsay?

Thanks. It's the name
my mama gave me.

Andrea Rossman.

Whitney is my gallery assistant.

Oh. Hello.

I, uh, have been
a fan of yours for years.

I would love to pick your brain

about the collection
that you've built.

Have you seen the Therrien?

It will make you feel so small.

He's a very important collector.

- Do you know him?
- No.

Uh, he's opening
a new gallery in New York.

I'm hoping to be
his inaugural artist.

I'm sure you will be.

He'll need an assistant.

And you could use an upgrade.

Yeah. I'm fine where I am.

Darling, um, come with me.

I need to talk to you.

I think I should
go rescue your friend

- from Andrea.
- Listen, I...

I have to show you something.

The last time we went
somewhere to talk,

it didn't go so well.

I think we've both
come a long way

from Paris.

Haven't we?

Come on.

So, are you gonna
apologize now or what?

I'm sorry.

I'm so sorry, Whitney.

I was an ass.

There's not a... a day goes by

where I don't regret
what happened in Paris.

That I could do that
to any woman,

but to you, the perfect...
perfect woman.

I'm sorry.

Will you forgive me?

Please, please forgive me.

Furkat.

Stop. Get up.

- You're embarrassing me.
- Not until you forgive me.

Oh, my God, stop it.
You're... Stand up.

Not until you forgive me!

What...?

What is happening?

It's all for you.

Furkat, please, just stand up.

- Do you forgive me?
- Yes.

- No, you don't.
- Please, Furkat,

- just stand up.
- Say it.

- Say what?
- Say you forgive me.

I do. I forgive you.
Just get up!

I forgive you,
I forgive you, I forgive you.

Stop. Stop.

So, how long have
you known F... Lindsay?

Uh, we met a few months ago
at Basel.

He's very talented.

That's funny.

He says the same thing
about you.

He does?

Mm-hmm.

He said that you have
an amazing eye.

They are so beautiful.

Yeah, I was just thinking that.

You should join them.

Prefer to watch?

Yeah, me, too.

You know, I used to want
to model for Lindsay,

when I was younger.

When you were younger.

Well, I meant... Yeah.

I know what you meant.

And now?

I don't want to be
looked at anymore.

I want to be the one
that does the looking.

Well, that is
where all the power lies.

If you could have
everything you wanted,

what would it look like?

Well...

Somebody would give me the money

to start my own gallery
where I could

foster new artists.

Younger artists.

So much of what I see now
feels recycled, redundant...

built for an audience
that already exists

as opposed to in search
of a new one.

I'd want to promote artists
that are digging deeper,

that are looking
for something amorphous

that haunts them,
that haunts me,

that I just don't have
the language for.

Oh, my God, I sound
like a fucking idiot.

No, no. That's...

That's beautiful.

I've had enough, I think.

Ah.

Hello, Lindsay.

Excuse me, Dashiell.

Do you mind if I, um,
just borrow this one

for a moment?

God, you're so beautiful.

I've really missed you.

I missed this so much.

Wait, stop.

I think someone's here.

Furkat, someone's here.

Don't worry about it.

He likes to watch.

But...

He could give you a gallery.

Wait.

Wait.

Hi, Dad.