DEFINITELY, MAYBE (2008) CD 2/2
- What do you get, Hampton? - Yeah.
I guess it's the love. More of the love. Yeah, that's what I'm about.
More love.
I knew Summer would be back. - Did you?
You know what? At first, I didn't want Summer to be my mom.
But now I'm kinda liking her. Did you ask her out on a date?
Uh-uh.
I wanted to, but I couldn't 'cause she was writing the article.
- Wow. This is pretty good. - Will, this is really good.
Are you sure it didn't seem like a puff piece?
No, it's perfect. It's absolutely...
You know, there's one part, though, that kind of bothered me.
"William Hayes,
"Robredo's chief speech writer, is both intense and boyishly handsome."
- Boyishly? I mean... - Yeah.
You know, I originally wrote,
"William Hayes has seductive eyes and the intriguing looks of someone
"whose clothes you wanna rip from his very body,"
but the editor made me change it.
There's just no room for truth in journalism.
Did you always want to be a journalist?
No. Until I was 16, I wanted to be an actress. I wanted to sing on Broadway.
Wow. Really?
Yeah, really. Is that hard to believe?
Well, aren't actresses needy and emotional and, you know, insecure?
That sort of thing.
What are you saying? That I don't need? That I don't have emotions?
- I'm an incredibly needy person. - I'm not saying that.
- I'm a very needy person. - You know what I'm saying?
I'm saying I would love to hear a song.
- I'm sorry? - Give us a song.
- You want me to sing you a song? - Why not?
- You have a favorite? - Yes.
- You do? - Yeah.
Okay.
How glad the many millions
Of Timothys and Williams would be
- I'm a William. - Don't interrupt.
To capture me
But you had such persistence
You wore down my resistance
I fell
And it was swell
Wow.
Will you please put it on?
You know, it really isn't so bad.
You know what the funny part is? It's $1,000.
I've got a crush on you, sweetie pie
Frank Sinatra, Linda Ronstadt.
- Why? - A whole bunch of these.
Well, if you look on the back, they all have one common song, which is...
- I've Got A Crush On You. - Every one of them.
- How's it going? - Still got a lot to do.
Yeah, me, too.
- Yeah, I'm about done. - Yeah, me, too.
The world will pardon my mush
'Cause I've got a crush, my baby, on...
Was I snoring?
Uh-uh.
You know what I've never done?
What?
I've never spent the whole day in bed with a really great guy.
Me, neither.
I'm serious.
I always think of something more important to do.
I'm a workaholic.
It's really bad.
Will you spend the whole day in bed with me?
We do nothing.
Oh.
Hi, this is Summer. Please leave a message, and I will call you back.
This is Dr. Levenstein
from the Columbia Presbyterian emergency room. We have...
Emergency room? Hello?
- Mr. Roth has had an aortal rupture. - What does that mean exactly?
Think of it like a tire blowing out on the highway
after going too fast for way too long.
How's that, Mr. Roth? Are you comfortable?
I make a living.
Come on, sweetheart, give me a smile. I've waited my whole life to do that joke.
Poor Hampton.
Ow!
Summer's come.
- What's he doing here? - Hello, Hampton.
Hello.
One thing they've left intact.
No, no, no, no, no, no, don't mention grassroots.
Don't mention osmosis.
It's killing me that you're going out with the kid.
Really? It's not the booze or the cigarettes or the sophomores?
- That has nothing to do with this. - Nothing to do with it.
Listen, I want you to know I've donated my organs to medical science
except for one, which is for you.
- Sweetie, that's so kind. - No, no, not that.
My heart, stupid.
Please tell me you're not in love with him.
I can't do that.
Can I have a cigarette? Just a dying man's last request.
Not happening. God, you're such a drama queen.
Nobody's dying.
What do you care if I'm in love with him, huh?
You're the one who set us up, remember?
Yeah, well, I kind of figured you'd chew him up and spit him out.
You're such a sweetie. You're a sweet guy, you know that?
- I read the Robredo piece. - Yeah.
The guy's been in New York politics for over 20 years
and all you can dig up is that his daughter had an eating disorder?
What are you saying, Hampton?
Do your job.
I can't believe we're finally gonna meet the President.
- Look at that. - Look at it.
We've come a long way from that hotel room on 8th Avenue.
Thank you very much.
I don't believe it! I don't believe it!
Which idiot forgot to check the menus and the programs?
There's no union seal on the menus or the programs.
Are you serious?
The hotel workers won't let anybody into the building.
The Teamsters won't set up the satellite feed!
Has anyone seen Robert Klein?
I was with him like an hour ago. Now he's gone.
I think he was completely plastered.
How are we supposed to know where Robert Klein is?
You're not gonna believe this, but there's a hailstorm in Chicago.
Who cares about Chicago?
We do. The President's coming in from Chicago.
- Okay, okay. - We can't worry about that right now.
Let me ask you a question. How could you let this happen?
- What? What are you talking about? - Why are you jumping down her throat?
Whoa, whoa, whoa! Guys, guys, guys, guys, hey!
Hey, deep breath, okay? Look, let's just ask the hotel,
see if we can use the Internet connection and find a printer.
- I'll call Klein's agent. - Great.
Gareth, have a drink.
You, I don't know who you are, but your fly's down.
Be great if you wore underwear. I'm gonna go check the weather in Chicago.
Table seven's up. Six pasta. Two fish. Get it out the door, now!
He may not be in your union,
but he still happens to be the President of the United States.
Remember him? So if I was you,
- I'd get your men off that truck and in this... - Gareth!
You can't talk to a Teamster like that! Come on.
- This guy... - Everything's gonna be fine.
Look, look, check it out.
I downloaded a copy of the union seal.
If you could just please paste it onto a menu,
make 500 copies, use a union shop. We're gonna be home free, here.
Copies? You want me to make copies?
Well, at some point, we all make copies. Your time is now.
That's not funny, Hayes. That's very...
Yeah, that's real mature. Where are you going?
I'm walking! Back in half an hour.
What a dick.
- Yeah. - William Hayes?
Speaking.
I'm watching you right now.
And I know all about you and your friend Robredo.
In fact, I know so much, I could bring you both down.
Really?
- Who am I speaking with? - Why don't we meet, and you'll find out?
- Where are you? - I'm close by.
I don't have a lot of experience with whatever this is.
You're getting warm.
You're hot.
You are so hot!
I got you!
I thought you were gone through the summer.
No, I thought so, too, but this crazy thing happened.
I mean, I was camping on this beautiful beach in Crete
with all these really cool people, and there was this guy that I liked, Paco,
brooding and sexy, monosyllabic and totally my type.
One night I'm dancing with Paco and he kisses me,
- an incredible, deep kiss. - Spare me the details.
- And what do I do? - I don't know. What'd you do?
I start crying.
- I mean, tears are rolling down my cheeks... - Of course you start crying.
...which he doesn't notice 'cause, of course, his hands are all over my body,
which felt nice, which made me feel even more upset,
'cause in a flash
I saw our entire relationship, from present to future tense.
I mean, the incredibly hot start, with Paco basking in my love and admiration...
- What are we doing here? - I just got to pick something up.
Just take a second.
And then the inevitable moment, and I don't know why it...
- Hello. - Hi.
I don't know why it happens, but it always does,
when all that love and admiration would start to irritate him
and he'd find some way to hurt me.
I mean, sure, after, he'd be sorry.
So...
I decided to unlock his beautiful lips from mine,
remove his hand from my ass,
- and I walked away. - Good move.
- I walked away, Will! From Paco! - Good move.
- No one walks away from Paco! - I like the story.
And it felt life-changing.
And I realized I had to tell someone.
When I realized who that person was,
- it was so unexpected. - Here we are, sir.
It's like when something is staring you in the face
and it's like you're too blind to see it.
What's that?
I have some news for you, too.
Whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa. Why are you so upset?
Don't you think it's a little weird we've been writing each other for however long
and somehow you neglect to tell me that,
A, you've fallen in love, and, B, you've fallen in love!
- I told you I was dating someone. - Dating someone.
You just bought a diamond engagement ring for someone!
I'm sorry. I think I was just nervous to tell you.
Why would you be nervous to tell me?
I don't know.
I love this girl so much.
I'd just really like you to be happy for me.
I can be happy for you. Of course I can be happy for you.
Poor April.
She's like the character in the story who's always been the friend.
Then she realized she doesn't just want to be the friend.
She wants to be the girlfriend, except it's too late.
What do you mean?
Weren't you listening? She came home for you.
There's union seals on all the menus, my friend.
The weather cleared in Chicago. The President will be here by 8:00.
Where's Russ?
Gonna meet you and Arthur in the restaurant.
I'm funnier over here.
I can't stop my leg
You're early.
Good to see you.
- You look great. - Thank you. You, too.
- That's a nice tie. - Well, you'd know.
So, the magazine asked me to do a follow-up on Robredo.
- Great. - Yeah, it is great. It's also...
It's...
You just read it.
- You already wrote it. - Yeah.
- He did this? - Yes.
They actually got a friend an early parole.
You know what? I think it happened such a long time ago,
and you're way ahead in all the polls.
Yeah, see, I don't think that's gonna matter, because he's the tough-on-crime Democrat.
That's...
When people read this...
Summer, listen to me.
If you hand this in, we won't survive it.
I think it'll be a big deal for about a week, and then the storm will pass...
I'm talking about you and me.
"Candidate Brought Down by Speechwriter's Girlfriend."
- Come on. - I'm just doing my job.
I didn't do it the first time around.
And if I didn't write this, somebody else would.
Let them.
Hey, don't hand this in, okay?
You already did.
Mr. Arthur...
Yeah, sure.
I really liked Summer.
I can't believe she turned out to be such a...
- Heartbreaker? - No.
- Opportunist? Double-crossing... - Uh-uh.
- Bitch. - Maya.
How could she do that to you?
It's like she said. If she didn't write it, someone else would have.
And it was the truth.
So did she? Did she break it?
What?
What happened when the article came out?
You screwed up, man. You really screwed up.
Please save it. I don't need to hear this right now.
Whenever I figure out whatever I'm supposed to learn from all this,
- I'll write you a letter! - Yeah, can't wait.
So I lost my girl, I lost my job, and I lost my friend.
And for a long time, nothing seemed to matter.
But I wasn't the only one with problems.
I did not have sexual relations with that woman,
Miss Lewinsky.
I never told anybody to lie.
- Hello? - Are you watching?
These allegations are false.
April?
Yeah, April. Who'd you think it was? Are you watching or not?
Of course I'm watching.
You think he did it, don't you?
I don't think, I know. Look at the picture of her. I love her.
She's so his type.
So, what took you so long to finally call me back there, red?
I thought I lost you.
- Feels like years. - I'm calling you now, aren't I?
Yeah.
How are you? What's doing?
I got a new roommate, Olivia.
And I'm working at a bookstore.
But I've been thinking about going back to school.
Cool.
Hey, did I tell you that I hate my job?
I used to love what I do, and now I feel like a complete hack.
- Are you seeing anyone? - Me? Am I... No, no. Absolutely not.
In fact, I haven't had sex since Clinton was re-elected.
Why bother? He's having enough sex for the entire country.
Easy. Easy now.
Hey, maybe you should follow his lead and seduce an intern.
You know, it's funny that you should mention that.
There's a fetching young intern who just started a week ago.
Great. Ask her out.
I should, shouldn't I?
But I don't think I will. You see, I don't want a fling.
I want the real deal.
Forget about the real deal. You don't find it, it finds you.
What does that mean? I don't know what that means.
It means that you get to a certain age and then you're ready.
You know, you're ready for kids or a commitment or, you know...
- Sir. ...a mortgage.
- Table's ready. Okay. - Thanks.
You know what I mean?
And the person that you're with then, they become the one.
So you're saying it's not who, but it's when.
- Exactly. - Okay. All right.
So there's never been a guy, ever, that made you think, "This is it.
"This is him. This is the one."
No.
Okay, then why aren't you out there, you know, enjoying yourself?
I am.
- You are? - Yes.
Right now I'm seeing this guy, Kevin.
- Kevin. - Kevin.
Who the hell's Kevin?
Where did... How come you never, you know, mentioned anything about him?
I'm mentioning him now.
Oh, God! They have fresh mint tea. I love fresh mint tea.
I love beer.
It depends upon what the meaning of the word "is" is.
If it means "there is none" that is a completely true statement.
Hey, this is April.
I want to talk to you about your birthday. Call me.
Hello. I hope this is the right number. It sounds like you.
It's Emily!
I'm in New York, and I was thinking
maybe we could get a cup of coffee and catch up.
My number...
Hey, it's April. I still need to talk to you. Please call me back.
I mean, don't make me come over there and hurt you.
Okay, I'm coming!
God, I'm coming.
Yeah, I get it.
What are you doing in there?
- Is this what you're wearing? - What?
It's your birthday party. Everybody is waiting for you.
Oh, Christ.
Five minutes, okay? Five...
I'm down. - Are you okay?
Yeah. I just need to lie here for a sec.
I see you've been eating noodles.
Hey, everybody, he's here!
Thanks.
Hi.
Oh, my God! I didn't think you'd be here!
I couldn't miss your birthday. We came all the way up from Washington.
Happy birthday, gorgeous.
That is a beautiful woman right there.
You had your chance, pal.
Hayes.
Come on.
- It's great to see you. - Yeah. You look...
Homeless, I know.
- Where's Kelly? - She's right over there.
It's her first night out since the baby was born.
Congratulations.
Iran-Contra. Arms for oil, no problem.
But a little "oralness" and you're headed for impeachment.
- No politics! - Maybe he should be impeached.
Whoa, whoa, whoa! Wait! Did he say that?
- Why not? I put my faith in him. We all did. - You love him.
I thought he was gonna be different than the other jokers,
but this guy, he can't even define the word "is."
What happens if they give him one of the hard words, like "truth"?
- I'd vote for him again. - In a heartbeat.
Will's a lot of fun.
Yeah, let's fill up the tub and drop in a toaster.
That should be a good time.
Happy birthday to you
Happy birthday, dear Will
- Where is he? Where's Will? - I don't know. I was just talking to him.
You missed your birthday cake.
Uh-oh.
- And I baked it. - You baked it.
Do you remember that song?
In your apartment?
Come as you are, as a friend
As a known enemy
- "Memory," not "enemy." - I know, I know, I know.
- Somebody had too much to drink. - No, I didn't.
I didn't, I didn't. I didn't.
- Yes, you did. - I did.
- God, you're beautiful. - Thank you.
What?
The thing is...
Is that I like you.
I've always liked you.
"Like."
That's pathetic. It's so puny.
"Love" on the other hand...
You'd run away from a word like that.
I love you.
I'm in love with you, April.
- Why didn't you ever tell me? - Come on.
You know exactly why I never told you. You'd never be interested in me.
You're an idiot.
- Stop. - What?
- Not like this. - Like what?
Look at you, Will, you're a mess.
Why couldn't you have told me when you had your shit together?
- My shit is together. - Your shit is a mess.
You're a mess.
My shit is a mess?
That's interesting, coming from you, April.
You could do anything on earth, and you work in a bookstore.
What's that all about?
At least I tried. I went out there and I tried.
Look, I'm just saying this as a friend, and I swear, it's just as a friend,
but maybe you should go out there and, you know, get some help.
Go to rehab or life rehab or something like that.
I don't even know if they have that sort of thing, but if they did...
Okay.
...you know, you could be a prime candidate for that.
- I should go to "life rehab"? - Yeah.
Get off my front porch!
April?
You're right.
It is complicated, isn't it?
I mean, you're in love with April, who used to be in love with Lucas,
and then she fell in love with you, but you were in love with Summer,
who was always really in love with Hampton.
And now that you're in love with April, she's in love with Kevin.
And no one's in love with you.
That's complicated.
Yep.
Then what happened?
Jane Eyre, Random House, 1943.
It's a beautiful edition, known for the cover illustration.
But there's a really nice dedication inside, with a quote from the book.
"To my darling daughter, April. 'The human heart has hidden treasures
- "'In secret kept, in silence sealed..."' - "'In silence sealed
"'The thoughts, the hopes the dreams, the pleasures
"'Whose charms were broken if revealed'
"From your loving father."
- Hi, Olivia. - Hi, Will.
- How you been? - Good.
I haven't heard any of your long sorry messages in a while.
Those were delightful, weren't they? Sorry about that.
- April here? - No, she's at school.
- School? - Yeah.
- She started grad school at NYU. - Great. Wow.
- If you want to wait, she'll be home soon. - I'd love to.
Make yourself comfortable. I have to finish this application I'm writing.
- Good luck. - Thanks.
Hey.
How you doing?
Kevin.
Will Hayes.
I'm just waiting for April.
Are you the same Kevin that she mentioned a while back?
I hope so. Unless she's collecting Kevins.
Kevin, phone!
Anyway, I'm pretty sure I am the only Kevin who's actually living with her.
Do you know what you want yet?
- No. - No?
Will?
William Hayes?
God.
- It is! - Summer.
You look beautiful.
Believe it or not, I've been meaning to call you.
- I'm pregnant. - You're what?
- Really? - Can you believe it?
- Please, sit. Congratulations. - Thanks. Thanks.
Who's the lucky guy?
- Sam Knowles. - Okay.
But he's basically out of the picture.
- He didn't make the cut, huh? - Yeah.
Well, I don't need a guy. I never really did.
You were about the closest I ever got.
No, really, when I was with you, I thought, "This is it."
But I screwed it up.
- No, you didn't. - I did. I so did.
Listen,
I'm having a little party Sunday.
- I want you to come. - Oh, boy.
4:00. No excuses.
Will you come? Please?
You know, I'll see if I can make it.
- I really want you to. - I'll make it.
I want to make amends with anyone I ever hurt.
And I figure it'll take about nine months,
which is perfect timing.
- And she's off. Bye. - Bye-bye.
William Hayes.
- Dad, maybe this wasn't such a good idea. - What?
Telling me this story, this mystery love story.
- What if I don't like who my mom is? - Of course you'll like who your mom is.
And you don't have to wait long to find out, because that very night...
It's Summer, isn't it? And you're not my father.
No wonder you didn't want to be with her.
Take it easy, Maya. It's just a story.
And this one has a happy ending.
How does it have a happy ending?
You and my mom, whoever she is, you're getting divorced.
What's the happy in that?
Okay, you know what? I think we should stop now.
No!
Then how about a nice cup of tea?
If you want, I'll still continue with the story. Does that sound good?
- Maya? - Okay.
Dad?
I can't believe you smoked and drank and were such a slut.
But I still love you.
Thanks.
All right. All right.
No, no. Don't eat it yet! Not till we get to our bench.
You're in a good mood.
Well, I think I discovered who my mom is in the story.
- Really? - Really.
- Well, who is it? - Not telling.
So the last time we saw William Hayes,
he had just discovered that the woman he truly loved, April Hoffman,
was in love with another man.
I know. Shocking.
Meanwhile, he accepted an invitation
to the home of his ex-girlfriend, Summer Hartley,
who, if she does turn out to be my mother, I'm running away to Canada.
I'm not kidding.
- He died last year. - Yeah.
- You heard? - I read about it in The Times.
- Yeah. - Yeah.
- God. Died in his office. Heart attack? - Yeah.
I always imagined that he'd make a more theatrical exit.
What they didn't say was he was on the couch with the dean's daughter.
- Jesus. - I'm kidding.
Actually, he was completely alone and it was hours before the janitor found him.
- You want a drink? - I'm sorry.
- You must miss him. - I do, yeah.
These are for you.
- Oh, Will. - Yeah.
They're beautiful.
So are you.
- Summer. - Will.
Don't mess with me.
I can see where you're going with this.
In a second, you're gonna say something impossibly charming.
- Really? - Yeah. It's gonna be great.
And then you're gonna sweep me off my feet and we all know where that's going.
- Can't a girl miss a guy? - And you know that's gonna end badly.
Yeah, she can,
but I just don't really have time for the pain.
- So let's just skip all that, why don't we? - Okay.
Fair enough.
Can we be friends?
- Yeah! Yeah. - Yeah.
- Shake on it? Okay. - Let's do that. All right.
You know what?
There's someone here I want you to meet.
Yeah. Come with me.
They're an old flame of mine,
and I think you guys are really gonna, you know, hit it off.
Emily.
I'm gonna put these in some water.
- You look... - You look...
You look great.
- Why are you in New York? - I live here.
I took a job with the city education department.
- I called you. - I know.
- I've been meaning to call you back. - Liar.
- I had lost your number. - Of course.
- No, it's true. You know what? - Will...
Okay, give me your number, right now.
I'm gonna put it in my cell phone, and that way I'm never gonna lose it, okay?
My number is 212-664-7665.
Six, six, five. See? Now I got it. And I'm never gonna lose it again.
- Oh, no, go ahead, go ahead. - Sorry.
- Hello. - Hey, it's Will.
I'm really sorry I lost your number.
I just had the weirdest flash of a whole life,
one that never, ever happened.
What did happen to us?
- You slept with my roommate. - Oh!
I'm sorry.
If I remember correctly, I believe it was my "plan," wasn't it?
- The plan. Remember that? - Yes, the plan.
Who talks like that?
No, it wasn't the plan. I was scared of you and your dreams,
and then after we broke up, I just felt lost.
I still feel pretty lost, especially when it comes to relationships.
Yeah.
Yeah, I've been... Me, too.
Did you ever think
that maybe we just needed a different plan?
Wait! Stop! Stop right there. Now, go back.
Okay, stop. Now go forward, slowly.
Now here it comes.
There! Right there!
That's it! That's how I figured it out!
That's what Mom does when I'm upset.
She fluffs up my hair and tells me to be brilliant
or shine like the sun, and it always makes me feel better.
- Sounds like a great mom. - She is a great mom.
So you're absolutely positive, 100%, that Emily is the very same woman
walking toward us right now?
Absolutely.
Is it?
- Mom! Mom! - Hey!
I'm so glad it's you.
- Well, who else would it be? - Nobody.
- Good morning, Will. - Hey, Sarah.
Mom, can Dad come with us to the zoo?
Yeah, if Dad wants to come, sure.
You know, I love the zoo. Let's go to the zoo.
- Guess what, Mom? - What?
We learned all about sexual intercourse at school yesterday.
- Really? - Really.
Really.
I love penguins.
Me, too.
Me, three.
Did you know that penguins mate for life?
Although, Mr. Monell told us
that sometimes the husband and wife penguins get separated
'cause of their migraine patterns.
- Migratory. - Migratory.
Well, sometimes they're apart for years, but they almost always find each other.
Do you know what the husband and wife penguins do
after they find each other after all that time?
Throw back their heads,
flap their flippers and sing as loud as they can!
Okay. All right, munchkin. Let's go!
Hey, monster, that was fun today. I'll see you on Wednesday, okay?
See you later.
Dad!
- Thanks for telling me the story. - You're welcome.
- I forgot to tell you the happy ending. - What is it?
You.
- Hey, I love you. - I love you, too.
Go catch up to your mom, okay? All right, bye.
Are you all right?
Yeah?
Mr. President! Hey, Mr. President!
Will Hayes, I worked on the '92 campaign.
Hi. I'm looking for April.
Check that they have legal representation, okay?
- Right. - Thanks, John.
I can't believe you're doing this.
- This is great. - Thanks.
- Still smoking? - I quit.
- Me, too. Still live in the same loft? - Living in Brooklyn.
Always on the cutting edge.
- Dating? - Not at present. You?
- I got divorced. - I know.
I heard. I'm so sorry.
Why?
You always said marriage was overrated.
Yeah, and you never listened to me. You were always with the rings.
- Is that why you and Kevin never... - Oh, God, Kevin. No. Kevin...
Something always seemed to be missing with Kevin.
I don't know.
It's weird. It was never quite right. You know?
Yeah.
- It's good to see you. - You, too.
I have something for you.
Thank you so much.
How did you find it? I mean, where did you find it?
That's the difficult part to explain.
This is gonna sound bad.
I've had it for a while.
How long?
Years.
Many years.
I meant to...
I meant to give it to you. I wanted to give it to you.
I just...
I couldn't. And I don't know why.
I dropped it off once. I mean, I tried. Kevin was there and...
Hey, there is no excuse, and I'm sorry.
It's inexcusable.
- I think you should go, Will. - April?
I think you should go.
You never gave it to her? After all that time?
I know. I know. - But it was from her dad.
I know. I know.
And then you just left?
Yep.
How come you changed all the names except hers?
What do you mean?
In the story, you know, like Mom became Emily,
and Summer's that Natasha lady who writes for that magazine.
But you didn't change April's name. Why?
Why are you so concerned with all of this anyway?
Because I want you to be happy.
You know,
I'm happy.
Trust me, Dad. You're not happy.
Put your coat on.
- Taxi! - Taxi!
She said something was missing with Kevin,
which means it might not be missing with you,
- which is good news, right? - Could be.
Could be.
Did you know that 35 people try to jump off the Brooklyn Bridge each year?
Most because of broken hearts.
I'll keep that in mind.
Hello. - Hey. Hi.
It's me, Will.
April?
What are you doing here?
Uh...
Go on, tell her.
Who's that?
That would be my daughter, Maya.
That's kind of cheating, isn't it? Bringing your daughter?
What am I supposed to do now?
Well, you could let us in.
I don't think she's gonna let us in.
I think you're wrong.
Come on, let's go. Let's go.
A little while longer. She's going to let us in.
Okay, kiddo, here's the deal.
I'm gonna count to 30, okay?
And if she doesn't let us in, we're gonna go home,
and we're never gonna talk about this again.
- Deal? - Yeah.
Ready?
- One, two, three... - One, two, three...
...four, five, six... ...four, five, six...
...14, 15, 16, 17... ...14, 15, 16, 17...
If she lets us in, tell her the story like you told me.
- And then she'll know. - Know what?
I can't explain. She'll just know.
...25, 26, 27... ...25, 26, 27...
- Twenty-nine. - Twenty-nine.
Twenty-nine and a quarter.
Twenty-nine and a half.
Twenty-nine and three-quarters.
What comes after that?
Time to go.
But this wasn't what was supposed to have happened.
- I know. - I really thought
she would have heard through the intercom and let us in,
or run down the stairs and say...
What story?
- I kept the book... - Yeah?
...because it was the only thing that I had left of you.
- You must be Maya. - You must be April.
So what happens now?
You invite us inside, and we tell you the story.
Okay.