Where are you headed?
[Izzy] East.
Are we even going east?
Yeah. Northeast to be exact.
Where are you headed?
Providence.
What's in Providence?
A guy?
A guy. It's a guy.
It's always a guy.
- What's his name? - Roger.
- [woman] What's his name? - [young Izzy] Roger.
Have you known each other long?
[Izzy] We were 16.
We fall in love much later but that's when we met.
I first saw his face through a window.
It was raining and he was wearing
a black pea coat.
Oh, he had...
the funniest way of telling stories about his past.
Each time, he re-tells one he gets a little bigger,
a little more dramatic.
A little bigger. A little more dramatic.
Like he was constantly work-shopping them.
He was trying to will, the eventual story,
the not real one,
into something much better than the truth ever was.
Or ever could be.
Yeah.
Sounds so strange with ever something so...
endearing about it.
When did you last see him?
["Fuck You" playing]
♪ You wanna tell me how to do it ♪
♪ You wanna tell me what's going on ♪
♪ Hey man do you know how to do it ♪
♪ Fuck you I know what's going on ♪
♪ Do you wanna tell me where to end ♪
Uh!
[snoring]
[snoring continues]
[wood creaking]
[snoring continues]
- [peeing] - [sighs]
Ah!
[peeing continues]
[peeing stops]
Okay.
[breaths out heavily]
- [footsteps] - [creaking]
[snoring]
- Hmm, oh, oh, hey, - [Izzy] Hi.
[George] Ah! Hi!
Who are you?
- George. - Hi, George.
Ah, where are we?
In my apartment.
Yeah, and where is that?
Santa Monica.
Okay.
And how did I get here?
I don't know.
Who are you?
I'm Izzy.
- Did we, uh... - Yeah.
Well, I mean, I saw a condom wrapper but...
- Yeah, we... - Well that's good.
That's good.
I mean, not that I think you're sketchy or anything.
No, no, I get it and you know.
Same, at least we got that part right.
What are...
Please, tell me I've got nothing to do with that.
- All that. - No, don't worry about that.
That was earlier in the night at work, that I do remember.
This...
[deep breath]
[exhales] You read a lot?
Are you asking me if my books are for show?
Yeah.
Nah, I try to read every night,
you know, at least an hour before I go to sleep.
Ah!
What are you reading now?
Uh...
- Moby Dick actually. - [Izzy] Oh, damn!
- Yeah. - You re-reading or never read?
Might be a surprise but I never read.
No, I don't know you,
so I dunno if it would be a surprise.
So, what's going on here?
George got a well curated literature collection.
Sparse design sense. You make some money but not too much.
You are doing something creative,
cause, freaking everybody in LA does something creative.
Writer's too obvious,
you're an editor?
No, I'm a helicopter pilot.
Uh, yeah, I fly from Long Beach Harbor
to Catalina Bay and back.
[distant siren wailing]
All day, every day.
Wait, that's reality, you're not making that up?
- Yeah, that's real. - That's amazing.
I mean, you are saying that
cause you don't do it all day, every day.
Sure, but I mean, I still think you're seriously underplaying
the importance of being able to say,
"I'm a fucking helicopter pilot and it not be a lie."
- Well, yeah, it has its perks. - Yeah.
Well, I think we just solved 90 percent of the mystery
of how I ended up here.
[George] Hmm.
And what's the other 10 percent?
Your post card collection.
I do road trips, you know.
Every couple of years I did a cross country
and everywhere I went I picked up a post card.
Why?
No reason.
Can you take me home?
How'd you know you didn't drive here?
My car's at the mechanic.
Ah!
Yeah, I don't even know if I drove here.
I hope not.
What are your instincts saying?
[rock music playing]
[Izzy] Here.
- No, God, no it's okay. - It's all right.
[both laughing]
- Yeah, - I know you...
No, no, it didn't... I mean... it was weird.
- Yeah. - Just thought maybe...
- [Izzy] Okay. - So, yeah.
So bye.
[engine revving]
- [beep] - [footsteps]
[birds chirping]
[coughs]
It's called America.
You're disgusting.
- [barks] - [laughs]
What a bitch!
What the fuck!
No, no, no, no, no...
Fucking pick up! Hi!
Yeah, yeah, no shit, that's why I'm calling.
What do you mean, "Don't be mad."
I shouldn't be finding out about this on your fucking Instagram.
Because you should've told me.
I can't believe you are fucking engaged.
Okay.
[exhales]
When? You mean tonight?
At fucking five!
Oh my God! Where?
What? No, you better fucking tell me.
Fucking tell me, you shallow cunt!
Hello?
[yells] Fu...
[yells] ...uck!
[breathes heavily]
I need my fucking car, Dick.
Oh Black Santa, whoa, whoa.
- I need my fucking car, Dick. - Izz.
Izzy, what's crackin'? What're you doing here?
- I need my fucking car, Dick. - You wanna... you want it now?
Yes. Now.
You said, "It would be done," two weeks ago.
I pay you every dime I have. Where are my fucking keys?
- [keys tingling] - Okay, here's your keys.
- Jeez. - Thank you.
[Dick] Keep your car, have it.
- [ignition revving] - Great, yeah.
Cause you ain't going nowhere.
You see that?
Good, that's what we've got.
[Izzy] Ah! Fuck!
No! Fuck! God damn it!
- Fuck! - And it goes that.
I know exactly what you need.
Yup, I know what you need, hold on girl.
That's way too much, that's a lot.
- Oh God. - [Dick] That is a lot.
I know exactly what you need. Look.
- Here you go. - Whoa, whoa.
What are you doing with that?
- I'm putting it in your drink. - No.
No, you're not putting it in my fucking drink. I can't get sick.
I've got to... get somewhere and fuck some shit up.
This is fine, it's European egg.
What? Is that supposed to mean
- something to me? - [Dick] Really?
Like these eggs here in America. All being genetically
processed by Monsanto. Monsanto is killing us.
- Don't you understand that? - Okay, stop.
This is not your fucking twitter feed.
- Just give me the drink. - Take it, take it.
Take it, drink it. Yup.
- [gulps] - It helps you feel better.
- Oh God, that yolk. - [Dick] Yup.
That happens every time.
Gotta calm down, Izzy.
I need my fucking car, Dick.
- [Dick exhales] - When is it gonna be done?
I took the money,
bought some parts.
Man, now, this... this... this car have been through a lot, man.
A lot of war wounds under that hood.
Hey!
What's this? What's going on here?
What? Huh? About that?
- What? Nothing. - Yeah.
Okay.
You see her?
She stands there every day.
Same place. Same time. She smokes.
A single bud. Alright.
And she savors every moment of it.
Have you ever talked to her?
[Dick] Hmm-mm. No, no, no, no.
You can't talk to her.
- Let me talk to her for you. - No.
- Yeah. - No.
- Yes. - No, you can't.
Yeah, I'll just figure out what she's about.
I won't say your name, I won't make it obvious.
- I'll just get a sense of her. - No. It's not about that.
It's about the way...
I wanna see her.
You know. Like her truth...
for me is... is in here.
Now, look, the other day
she was just here, right,
and it was raining, it was gushing rain.
Like the type of rain, it just...
gets rid of all the smog, like that smell of rain.
And she went under the overhang and just stood there.
Just stoic, like she is now. Look, look, look, look.
Just like that.
Like she has something
that she don't wanna tell anybody.
She keeps it inside.
But, man, let me tell you...
I saw it.
It was like droplets just running down her face.
And if you didn't know or look closely,
you would've thought it was the rain.
But it wasn't.
It was her tears.
And that tears were just mixing with the rain, and...
'Cause she could hide it, she let it go.
Look, I don't know, it's like...
I got... I got nothing for you, okay.
Don't worry about it.
I'll just a...
See you next week.
I won't... the car won't be done.
- See you soon. - All right.
[door closes]
[helicopter whirring]
Oh, here you are. Who's got the time?
Oh you got the fucking time or what?
Oh, shit, alright, yeah.
It's 11:45.
A.M.?
Uh...
yeah.
Right.
Gotta fucking run.
[lip sync] Really good.
Case...
[groans]
- [Casey] Hey. - Hi.
[Casey] What are you doing?
I think I misplaced my passport.
- Oh, you taking a trip? - Yeah, Machu Picchu.
Zika. Risky and expensive.
I heard different.
Who are you going with?
Char Davies.
- Char? - Yes, Casey, Char Davies.
Is that short for Charles, or something?
No, it's just Char.
Put that on my baby name list.
I do have a thought though...
What about using this trip money and moving off my couch?
Do you know what?
The trip's on Char, so no dice just yet.
Blood or wine?
Both?
Fuck, Izzy, that catering job
- was good fucking job. - I know.
I stuck my neck out for you on that one.
[Izzy] I know, okay, I know, I'm sorry.
Is that why you were rummaging through my drawers for money?
Okay.
If time travel existed, I'd make sure that it would never happen.
That.
Not like, taking a bullet for Lincoln?
Oh, I don't know...
What would that be, like a time machine scenario,
- or more of a monkey... - What's the money for?
I have to get somewhere, tonight.
Or now, fuck. I have to get somewhere now.
Fuck.
What?
I was invited.
[Izzy] Casey wait.
- Take me with you. - No, I'm not fucking going.
- Fuck Whitney! - Go, take me with you.
What, 'cause you are gonna break up their engagement?
- It's over. - No, no, no.
Nothings over till I say it is.
You're aware of how insane that sounds, right?
- It's gonna work. - Based on what?
Rock solid intelligence.
- From where? - Peter Percy.
- Roger's dad? - Yes.
- Why? - We are Facebook friends. Here.
- Oh my God! - Read the message. All of it.
Sweet shorts, Tom.
I know you are being sarcastic.
But the shammy on these shorts
were precisely designed with multiple densities of foam
to minimize saddle fatigue.
And they are road tested by Vincenzo Nibali himself.
So, yeah, they are pretty fucking sweet.
Okay, sorry, my brain just murdered itself
after he heard the word 'saddle fatigue'.
Nobody says 'sweet' anymore.
It just your people that talk like that.
What do you mean, "your people?"
Other people of your ilk, i.e. assholes.
Have you packed your shit yet?
Baby, has she packed her shit yet?
What's he talking about?
We decided, it's time for you to go.
[scoffs] What?
Forty-eight hours. And your ass is out.
No, Casey, I don't have anywhere else to go.
I'm not gonna just throw you out on the street.
[Tom] But baby, we talked about this.
We can't just kick her out.
- Yes, we can. - No, Tom, listen.
I'm sorry, okay. I was being a dick.
I love your shorts.
I don't give a fuck.
We are starting a family, and you don't fit those plans.
Can you at least give me some time to find a new place?
How long you need? Another week?
- Another month? - I don't know.
What do you know, Izzy? Why did you move here?
Why is the guitar still in the fucking box?
Because I'm waiting on a couple West Coast booking agents.
Labels keep fucking standing me up, okay?
Virginia quit on me with no warning.
- Two years ago. - Fine Tom, you caught me.
It takes fucking time to start over.
Then you need to speed that shit up.
- I played South by Southwest. - Three years ago!
"Dig This" was on heavy rotation on Sirius XMU.
Four years ago!
My songs are all over Spotify.
Oh yeah? Which ones?
The ones with Virginia?
Cause I was on Spotify earlier,
and I didn't see your shit anywhere on there.
You are an asshole.
I'm right.
You're a fucking asshole.
[Tom] Listen, you played the Mercury Lounge,
right after she quit.
And as much as it pains me
to say this with every fiber in my body,
you killed it.
Straight crushed it. Un-fucking-believable.
But you weren't this.
Whatever this is.
You are fucking mess.
Move!
I'm trying to take a shower. Casey!
Come get your friend. Oh, oh!
[Izzy yells]
[yells]
- What the fuck... - Hey!
- ...is wrong with you? - Let me borrow your car, Casey.
- I have work tonight. - No, I'll drop you off.
You pulled me out of the gutter when my sister died.
So, I've put up with a lot, a lot.
[shower running]
I have limits.
And protecting this engagement is one of them?
No.
No, I'm just not gonna enable you anymore.
Casey, you read the messages.
Roger's dad wished things turned out differently.
Yeah. And he's sure Roger does too.
No, that's just something people say to be polite.
- No, not in this case. - Sweetie...
[Izzy] Okay, listen to me. I had this dream last night
that I was trying to get to Providence.
- A dream? - Right?
This morning, I wake up in this guys' apartment,
and he has this postcard hanging on his bathroom wall.
I'm sorry, where did you get this?
- It's irrelevant. - It actually sounds
- the opposite of irrelevant. - Okay, here.
Look, at the address on Roger and Whitney's invitation.
- Providence Road? - You are reaching.
No, no, no, no.
Don't you fucking act like I'm a batshit.
You believe in this stuff too. I know you do.
You told me tons of stuff like this about you and Tom.
- That was different. - [Izzy] Why?
Why was it different?
Because he wasn't engaged to a fucking snake
that used to be your best friend?
It... it doesn't end well for you,
Izzy, I'm promising you that.
Casey...
I am 35 dollars overdrawn on my bank account.
- Okay? - Right.
- My credit is blown to shit. - Right, okay.
So you need to understand that that's what this is about.
Your life is fucked,
and now you want Roger to come in and save you.
Please, help me.
You're the only person I know in Los Angeles.
What about Virginia?
The only person that would help me.
Please, Casey.
Please, let me borrow your car. I'm begging you.
No, absolutely not. Take the bus.
The bus?
Oh, fuck you.
Name me one person, that's ever taken a fucking bus in LA, ever.
- Tom loves the bus. - I... fucking hate Tom.
Look, I'm sorry, but if you get there, that's on your own.
Please, no.
♪ You follow me on the fucking street ♪
♪ You make me feel like a piece of meat ♪
♪ You think I don't know what war means ♪
♪ Now I'm the terrorist see how it feels ♪
♪ I'm going to kill you ♪
♪ I'll cut you up gouge out your eyes ♪
♪ I'm going to kill you ♪
♪ I'm not your prey I'll make you die ♪
♪ On my mouth there is a gag ♪
♪ Everything I say is wrong ♪
♪ You laugh at me and knock me down ♪
Oh, shit, this is taking too long.
Hello!
Walt, hi!
Come on, I know you are in there.
Hey, can you... can you let me in?
Can you just open the door?
Hey, I paid the errands service. I know you got paid.
No, no, no, I did. Thank you for that.
- Okay, what do you want? - I need a job, Walt.
Wha... I didn't engage the TaskRabbit app so...
No, I know, I'm working as an independent contractor now.
I'm just looking to run a really quick
errand for you to make a little bit of money.
- I don't have anything. - Come on, man.
Everyone got something, and you, especially are someone that...
generally, I mean this in the best possible way,
it needs a lot done for them.
I asked you to write a breakup letter
- for my girlfriend. - I did, and you loved it.
It didn't work.
She's still my girlfriend.
The website said, "satisfaction guaranteed." I'm not satisfied.
You were when I handed it in.
Because I thought it would work.
You know what, Walt...
Not to split hairs here, but that really has more to do
with her satisfaction than yours.
And, those snickerdoodles you baked for my book club?
They went stale the next day.
You put them in the fridge, didn't you?
I told you, that would ruin them.
Fridge keeps things safe.
You know, what you need? Tupperware.
I'll go get it for you, right now.
- That's an errand. - Tomorrow.
I don't have time for this right now. I'm coding.
- I'm on a tough deadline. - Please, man.
[Izzy] No! [screams]
[Izzy] God damn it.
- Jesus! - [door closes]
No, it looks like...
All right.
[pants]
Cause it looks like this chick came over,
drank a shit ton of beer
and then passed out on that chair.
Okay, so, it's exactly what it looks like.
[Walt exhales and sniffles]
Jesus! How'd she get here?
We were on a date.
This is how it ended up.
I'll remove her for you. There, that's a task.
She looks a bit on a sketchy side, so...
Forty bucks, we'll call it even.
I don't want her to leave.
- Okay? - [Izzy] Oh.
Okay.
It's okay. Um...
Just... follow my lead okay?
- Just trust me. - No, Izzy no...
Walt, just get down here.
Okay.
- Oh! Fuck me. - [whispers] What?
- [woman snores] - What?
Nothing, um...
So, you...
love this girl, right?
- I do. - Yes, okay.
You need to tell her.
- I know. I will, eventually. - No, now.
- Do it now. - Now she's passed out.
Exactly. This is the best time.
- No, what are you talking about? - Listen...
Until you say them, the words, that you feel so deeply in here,
that you so desperately want to say to her...
Don't be afraid.
You won't know, if you can find the courage.
But, once you say them out loud, even just to yourself,
then you'll know.
- You can do it. - No, this is ridiculous.
So what? What do you have to lose by trying?
It's... it's embarrassing.
- I don't wanna be embarrassed. - It's just impossible.
- She is passed out. - You are not.
Walt.
Hey.
I've done a lot of stuff for you.
Odd stuff.
Have I ever judged you?
- No. - Exactly.
This is a safe space.
[sighs] Now, say it.
Do it. Feel.
What! No, you fucking psycho. Say it what you feel.
- Okay. - Jesus!
No, I can't do this, it's impossible.
- It's not gonna happen. - Just say it.
Woo her. Just like in the movies.
This isn't like the movies.
No, fine, not even the movies are like the movies anymore.
- What? I already told you. - No... okay.
Just watch me, okay, I'll go first.
[exhales]
I...
[exhales]
Should've told you this sooner.
God, I should've told you every day.
Your touch still...
echoes.
I can still feel your hand cupping my cheek.
Your lips, pressing against mine.
The first time I saw your face, it was through a window.
It was raining, and...
you know, bla bla bla.
That was amazing.
Yeah, fine. Now you do it.
No, you already said it, you know,
Walt.
[sighs]
Okay,
Remember the first time last night.
Come on, dude. Start over.
[sighs] When... when...
You know, we mesh together really well.
Okay, Walt.
Feel. Okay.
Okay.
I've gone...
There's moment when your...
your finger looped over the rim of your glass.
And your... your lip curled.
And you said,
"This is the moment everything changes."
And, you grabbed the back of my neck really hard, and...
squeezed as hard as you could, and...
and you laughed when I flinched.
And, it felt infinite.
I wanna hold you.
I'm terrified, it'll never happen.
That was good.
- That was good? - Yeah.
That was perfect.
You know, when she's lucid again,
you can do it for real.
Yes, okay.
So...
my work is done.
What do you think? Like 40 bucks feels appropriate?
Less, of course the price of this water.
I'm sorry Izzy, I don't have any cash right now.
What?
You didn't feel like...
- like, mentioning that before? - I didn't know
you need to get paid like this minute.
[Izzy groans]
I need to get somewhere now.
Can you help me get there?
- Where are you headed? - Huh?
Uh, uh, up in the hills, past Silver Lake and Los Feliz.
- Los Feliz? - Whatever.
Yeah.
- Yeah. - What!
- I'll give you a ride. - Amazing.
I live in Glendale so it's definitely on the way somewhere.
- Amazing! - No, I was...
I was gonna make us poached eggs
- and cinnamon toast. - No.
Well, that does sound dope.
It does and, I really want to but, I really can't.
We gotta...
[burps]
- Let's go, girlfriend. - Okay.
- Yeah. - Thank you.
[Izzy] Oh.
You still owe me 40 bucks.
Walt, let's do this again sometime.
[Walt] Yeah.
For real.
Okay?
[Agatha] Yeah.
Sorry, you had to see me that way.
It's not really me, I'm just...
having a bit of a rough patch lately.
Tell me about it.
I am.
You mean to tell you right now?
Yeah.
No, I mean like, same.
[birds chirping]
Agatha Benson.
It's my name.
Don't wear it out.
[Agatha coughs]
Alright.
[Agatha] So, I ended up with the Masters.
- [Izzy] From Princeton? - [Agatha] In bio science.
But, you know, I'm a little bit of a... legacy.
My dad went there, so...
The whole system was a bit rigged.
St... Why are we stopping?
I just gotta run a quick errand. You are still okay.
Uh...
How far are we?
You are gonna be fine. That isn't a problem, right?
You got like...
two and a half hours. Right?
It's only like a 10, 20 minutes' drive, tops.
- [Izzy] Who's house is this? - My friends'.
She's out of town.
[Agatha] Anyways, like I was saying.
I got this degree, right?
- Yeah, from Princeton. - Yeah.
And, I realized...
that my life didn't turn out
the way I imagined it would at all.
[puffs]
God, the more and more I talk to people,
the more it seems to be everyone's story.
Really?
Cause see, I'm starting to think it's the exact fucking opposite
and that there are a lot of people out there who...
are actually living...
exactly what they dreamed.
Right? Like Steven Spielberg.
Okay? The director.
That fucker, is definitely living the life he dreamed.
Uh, yeah.
That's a pretty extreme case, though.
I mean, you don't think he's in the minority.
I mean, he's a Jew,
but um...
but, I don't wanna make this like a race...
issue or whatever so...
While we're on the subject, what about
Barack fucking Obama, right?
Boom!
That guy is definitely living his dream.
I mean, you don't think he's
even got further than he imagined?
No, I think,
he knew exactly, exactly, that he's gonna be a President.
I mean, and he's black, I mean...
you might as well say he's...
half white, but that's beside the point.
He willed that shit to happen.
So you just don't believe in fate.
No, hell no, and...
I mean, really, I don't understand how you can.
Because...
what I never understood about believing in fate,
is how pointless it makes everything seem.
- No. - It's like, why try
if everything just gonna happen the way it's gonna happen.
You know, it's like who gives a shit.
Like with you and this... this party.
- You know... - Yeah.
I mean, every place I go today, there is some sign,
confirming for me that this is exactly
- what I'm supposed to be doing. - Right.
So, if you believe in that
then essentially, no matter what you do today,
you are gonna end up there.
- So, why try so fucking hard. - No, no, no, no.
You can't just sit on your ass totally inert.
I mean, if you do then that was your fate to begin with.
Fate and will have to work together.
Well, that's what you said, but that's not like you.
Really know.
Oh, no, it's just belief in an idea
that were all interconnected.
- You need some help? - No, no.
I'm fine.
Keep going.
Okay, how I think about it is that
like all our fates are colliding all the time, right.
- Mm-hmm. - I mean, look at us.
Over the course of each of our lives
we've both made a billion tiny choices that led both of us
to be at Walt's at the exact same time today.
- Aha. - Well, come on,
there is meaning in that.
There is no meaning in the fact that I saw, uh...
- Walt. - A... yes, that I saw...
- Walt. - Walt, yes, I saw fucking Walt,
his photo, on my Tinder feed, and I thought,
he looks all right, so we decided to meet up,
and then it turns out, he's just a grade-A chicken shit.
So, I got wasted, and I passed out.
There's absolutely no meaning in that.
[Izzy] Oh!
It's just a bunch of random fucking chaos.
Wanna give me a boost?
Look, my...
I'm... I'm house sitting for my friend
and I lost...
The key's inside.
So, what do you want?
A drink or beer or anything while you're waiting?
- Sure, yeah, I'll have a beer. - Yeah.
Thanks.
Yes, lukewarm, microbrew. Just like the Europeans drink.
Yeah, I'm pretty sure they don't drink this.
And they wonder why they lost World War II.
What?
See.
Yeah listen, I really have to go to this party.
Yes, I know. Two seconds in and out, I promise.
[buzzing sound]
[clanking sound]
[door closes]
- [glass shattering sound] - [clanking continues]
Fuck, motherfucker.
- Hey. - Oh, hey.
- Where are you going? - Emergency, gotta bounce.
[screams] Who the fuck is this guy?
This is Rabbit, he's harmless.
Fuck you, he's harmless!
Put that needle down, you shithead!
- Don't call me names. - Can you tell him
to put this fucking thing down.
Don't talk through me,
talk to me. I'm right here, ma'am.
He's my boyfriend okay, we are in love.
- Yeah. - Rabbit, come on let's go.
Move, get the fuck out of there.
You just robbed your friends place?
Long and short answer, yes. Okay.
Hey, thank you for that boost.
What the fuck am I supposed to do now?
You believe in fate, right?
- I don't know, where I am. - Well, then...
That's your fate.
Let's go, Rabbit.
[both yell]
[Rabbit] I'm sorry.
[Agatha] Rabbit!
[screams]
Damn it!
No, you're driving.
You're driving.
What the fuck is wrong with you?
[pants]
- [engine revving] - [yells]
[bell ringing]
[door opens]
- Yeah? - Hi. I'm returning this to you.
- I don't want this garbage. - Would you please just take it.
So you can feel better
like you did a good deed or something.
Yes, actually, I think you'll regret it if you don't.
Says you.
Hey, what are you thinking?
I didn't say, you could come in.
- Sorry. - No, no, no.
[Izzy] Just take...
I'll take it, I'll take it, fine. Alright. Jesus.
Go, go.
[Izzy] Can you at least tell me where I am?
[Mary] What do you mean, where you are?
Look, it's a long story but my...
friend left me here, and...
I'm new to LA, I don't know... what neighborhood is this?
[Mary] It's called the Miracle Mile.
[Mary] I don't know why they call it but they just do.
Okay, is it, close to Los Feliz?
Is it... can I walk there?
[Mary] Well, you could but... it would be late.
How late?
[Mary] Tomorrow.
Okay.
What if... I can hitchhike or something.
What's in Los Feliz?
What?
A party, an engagement party.
I'm guessing that maybe you weren't exactly invited.
Yeah.
Okay, well...
I don't have a car but I can give you directions.
And... maybe a beer for the trip or something. Come on.
Come on.
You can come in now.
[soft music playing in the background]
Can you grab me some, hydrogen peroxide too?
Don't worry.
Nothing a tetanus shot and a good AIDS test won't fix.
Don't make me change my mind.
Shoes off.
- [Mary] Don't touch it. - Sorry.
Wha...
Why are you painting this?
[Mary] Well, you see, I don't leave here now.
Well, I mean, I should say I'm working on it.
Well, I'm actually trying to do that but...
When I paint this stuff, you know...
I think...
if I paint it and I look at it every day,
then eventually it'll just sort of...
It'll drag me out to see them.
Thanks.
What's in there?
Just, you know, memories and things I wished for.
Sorry.
Did they come true?
[giggles]
Let's see.
This...
This is my husband, Ethan.
- Whoa! - Yeah.
Is he still alive?
He is.
But you are not together?
And this...
This is what is known,
as the lost art form of the mix tape.
[Izzy chuckles]
And here's your great bands.
Siouxsie and the...
- Ohh. - I saw her.
You... you know, I saw...
I saw her at the Palladium in 1933!
- Stop. - Yeah.
- It changed my life. - Oh, my God.
You see, we used to use these... we used to use these
to tell stories to each other, you know, we would...
Now, Ethan,
He used to... he used to start off
and the opening songs would always be
like totally full of hope and optimism and everything.
And, you know, by the time he got to the end,
it was like all about loss and...
sadness.
[clanking sound]
I could show you this.
[Ethan] Because I miss you, that's why.
Yeah, I miss you.
[Mary] Hmm.
Just a moment in time.
Three seconds.
[Ethan] Because I miss you that's why.
Yeah, I miss you.
[static sound]
[Mary] Hmm.
You hope you imagine,
you know, that all of this will be a story
that's told to somebody some time.
Maybe your children to theirs.
We putt off having kids and then...
it was too late, you know.
[sighs] Too old.
And then it's over, and the story just starts to...
disappear.
[Mary] Hmm.
And then...
young love...
the one that meant the most...
it's just in that box.
Well, you better get going,
or you never have a chance to make it.
[Mary] Okay, where are you going in Los Feliz?
Uh... Providence Road.
[Mary] Oh yeah, I see it.
It's up there in the hills there.
It's pretty straight shot.
A couple of twist and turns at the end but you know...
I'm sure you'll make it alright.
Oh, look at this. Hey!
[Izzy chuckles]
- [Mary laughs] - All right.
What are we toasting to?
Well, you making it, of course.
You making it.
All right.
[sighs] All the way to the end.
All the way.
[both] Ugh!
What's that?
Okay, here's your map.
And just a minute, look at this.
This happens to be my nephew's, but...
that's pretty fast and...
If you hurry, I think you might make it.
This is perfect.
["Pray For Rain" playing]
♪ Are you careless like a child? ♪
♪ When you lost her did you smile? ♪
♪ Do you stumble are you wild? ♪
♪ Are you fading In the shadows? ♪
♪ Is it always on your mind? ♪
♪ When they ask do you decline? ♪
♪ Are you ruthless? Are you kind? ♪
That's my fucking car.
[yells] Dick!
Dick! I'll fucking kill you.
[screams] Dick.
♪ Or are you out in two ♪
♪ Cut all the way through ♪
You only just met Roger.
I wish I could know what that felt like again.
You'll know this soon, but every time he sneezes
he is a double. One right after the other.
And he loves the Cubs.
Every time they we are on TV,
he'll nervously tap his fingers against his thumb,
and stand back on his heels, just hoping...
What happens to us?
- [inhales] - [sirens wailing]
Oh... fuck.
Oh, God!
Well, that...
["History Eraser" by Courtney Barnett playing]
...is just my fucking luck.
♪ I got drunk and fall asleep atop the sheets ♪
♪ But luckily I left the heater on ♪
♪ And in my dreams ♪
♪ I wrote the best song that I have ever written ♪
♪ I don't remember how it goes ♪
♪ I stayed drunk and fell awake I was cycling on a plane ♪
♪ And far away I heard you say you liked me ♪
♪ We drifted to a party, cool The people went to arty school ♪
♪ They made their paints by mixing acid wash and lemonade ♪
♪ In my brain I re-arrange ♪
♪ The letters on the page to spell your name ♪
♪ I found an Ezra Pound ♪
♪ And made a bet that if I found a cigarette ♪
♪ I'd drop it all and marry you ♪
♪ Just then a song comes on ♪
♪ You can't always get what you want ♪
- Izzy! - Virginia.
Leo!
Oh, you piece of shit! I'm coming for you.
♪ The hipsters made a mission to the farm ♪
[Christmas music playing]
What the fuck, Izzy! Are you insane?
What the fuck are you doing here?
You are a high and mighty piece of shit.
You fucking had plenty of shit to say when Roger and I broke up
and now, look at you,
you are cheating with your fucking cousin's wife.
Your fucking cousin, Leo.
You think you know everything?
- You don't know shit, Izzy. - No?
And you have two kids and a fucking wife
and these two kids'll hate your fucking guts
for the rest of their life if they ever catch wind
- of this shit. - We're in love.
Oh, get back, you fucking... you idiot.
You don't know, what she says to me.
I don't know?
Is it anything like...
I can see my future when, I look into your eyes, Leo.
Every time you're gone, it feels fucking endless, Leo.
Listen, the sound of your voice, and touch of your lips
is like fucking heaven to me, Leo.
Your cock, it's fucking perfect.
Nothing ever fit like that before.
I've never cum so hard before in my fucking life, Leo.
- You don't know anything. - No?
Listen.
You are not the first.
You are just the fucking creepiest!
[Bennett] Izzy.
Is that you?
- Hey. - [Bennett] Hey, oh my God it is.
Izzy. Get over here.
- Hey, Bennett. - Give me a break.
How are you?
Good, Ben. How are you?
[Bennett] Amazing. I'm so excited that you're here.
- Thanks, me too. - Leo, you're taking off?
- Yeah, man, see you later. - Okay, man, love you.
- Um... - God, it's so good to see you.
Why didn't you respond to my e-vite?
I didn't hear from you, I didn't know you were coming.
- E-vite? - Yeah.
I sent it to you, man. I sent it to...
Izzy69@aol.
- I... I... Did you say "aol"? - Yeah.
I don't think that's anyone's email anymore.
[Bennett] Well, it didn't bounce back so,
somebody definitely got it. [chuckles]
[door closes softly]
So psyched you're here.
Virginia, did you say hello to your sister?
I didn't.
[Bennett] Alright, I'm gonna let you guys catch up.
I'll be right back.
That is a very cool jacket by the way.
[footsteps receding]
I need a ride.
Oh right, that's tonight.
Roger and Whitney.
- You were invited? - [bottle planks]
Uh, no, not even she's that dumb.
For the record, I would've gone.
Whitney's mom is known
for the legendary food at her parties.
Apparently one of Jose Andre's underlings
is preparing the menu.
All molecular gastronomy
which of course is cliché at this point
but who cares, it still tastes amazing.
Okay, the party's starting soon. I need to get there.
For what?
We're in love.
This isn't how it ends.
Um, actually this seems to be exactly how it ends.
I need your help.
If you don't help me, I won't get there in time.
Will you please for once just fucking do that?
I think your time might be better spent
meditating on the series of brilliant and impressive
life choices you made to end up here,
looking like that without even forty dollars for cab fare.
Fuck you. Fuck you!
Choices?
You abandoned me.
I stepped off the Titanic before it hit an iceberg.
- What? We were so close. - To what?
Going on tour and losing less money?
We lived in a van for three years.
You're a fucking sell-out.
Fate, right?
This is your destiny - Roger. Just like that...
song you could never finish.
That sad fantasy of yours
where's it all empty and beautiful and she's there.
He still loves you Izzy. It's not too late.
You can make it.
Uh, some what? Future you?
Some alternate you?
Oh and then there's the younger one,
three times the Izzy,
three times the never ending exhausting drama.
So, let's say you do make it to good old brilliant Roger
and his affluent world of tech. Then what?
Uh, destiny fulfilled?
He snaps his fingers and... and all your problems disappear,
and you end up years later some place like this,
everything in its right place?
Take me.
Or I'll tell Bennett.
Go ahead, he's right there.
- Bennett. - [Bennett] Yeah, babe?
- Izzy has something to tell you. - What's up?
Izzy was sneaking around this side of the house
when she saw me cheating on you, sleeping with another man.
I don't get it. What's going on?
Go on Izzy, tell him. That's what you saw, right?
No.
No Bennett, it was just a joke.
I'm sorry, it was just a joke.
That's a really fucked up joke.
[chuckles nervously]
Sorry.
I mean...
it's fucking dark, I guess that's funny.
No, it wasn't, you're right.
I should've thought it through. It was really...
Hey, what's going on with your music?
Do you play shows around?
Oh, yeah, I... I got this new booking agent and she's...
she's done booking me a couple small things around town,
just to try out new material but, um...
Um, but yeah, nothing big.
But... but it's going well.
- It's freaking awesome. - [Izzy] Yeah.
I was always such a fan of you, guys.
I was always a groupie, you know.
- [Izzy] Yeah. - Yeah I'd love to...
hear something at some point.
I'd love to hear you guys play a song together.
Yeah.
Why don't you guys play a song right now?
What?
- Us? - [Bennett clears throat]
Kinda feel like you owe me for...
No, Bennett I really would rather not.
[Bennett] Izzy, come on, it's not a big deal. One song.
One song, um...
Hey everybody, uh, this is Izzy. This is Virginia's sister.
And they used to play in a band together
and they wanna play a song for you guys.
- Bennett I don't wanna... - It's fine, Virginia.
Come on.
Virginia, come on.
There.
You can pay with kids' guitars.
And now play that song you guys used to close your shows with.
[indistinct chatter]
[sighs]
Hi, we're Kissie Dickens.
And...
this is a Heavens to Betsy song.
One. Two.
One, two, three, four.
[guitar playing]
[both singing] ♪ Here we go axemen ♪
♪ Here we go ♪
♪ At the pep rally I stole the show ♪
♪ Wearing our purple and our whites ♪
♪ Hey, look around There's so much white ♪
♪ Do you wanna live this teenage dream? ♪
♪ The punk white privileged scene ♪
♪ Oh quarterbaok, I'll steal your axe ♪
♪ And I out it out of here ♪
♪ Cause I'm out of my head ♪
♪ I'm out of my mind ♪
♪ I'm out of my life tonight ♪
♪ I'm going out there ♪
♪ And I'm going fast And I'm going hard ♪
♪ And I'm going crazy ♪
♪ Do you wanna watch? ♪
♪ Do you wanna come? ♪
♪ I'm out of my head ♪
♪ I'm out of my mind I'm out of my life tonight ♪
♪ I said oh teacher, teacher ♪
♪ Can you tell me what to do? ♪
♪ Or do you believe those white lies ♪
♪ You are supposed to teach in school ♪
♪ Cut off the part of me ♪
[Izzy] ♪ That's privileged ♪
[both] ♪ Cut off the part of me ♪
[Izzy] ♪ That's privileged ♪
[both] ♪ But that's too easy ♪
♪ This is work I've got to do ♪
♪ High school, it's me ♪
♪ High school ♪
♪ I'm out of my head ♪
♪ I'm out of my mind ♪
♪ I'm out of my life tonight ♪
♪ I'm going out there ♪
♪ And I'm going fast And I'm going hard ♪
♪ And I'm going crazy ♪
♪ Do you wanna watch? Do you wanna come? ♪
♪ I'm out of my head ♪
♪ I'm out of my mind ♪
♪ I'm out of my life tonight ♪
♪ Here we go axemen ♪
♪ Here we go ♪
♪ At the pep rally I stole the show ♪
♪ Wearing our purple and our whites ♪
♪ Hey, look around There's so much white ♪
♪ Do you wanna live this teenage dream? ♪
♪ The punk white privileged scene ♪
♪ Oh quarterbaok, I'll steal your axe ♪
♪ And cut it out of here ♪
[Virginia] ♪ Oh ♪
[guitar strumming]
[both] ♪ Oh ♪
[applause]
[Bennett] Hey guys, you want something to drink?
[crickets chirping]
- What? - Look at me.
Let me see.
Okay.
I am not gonna wish you good luck.
No, no one in their right mind would.
Thank you.
[Virginia] Alright.
[car engine starts]
["That's When I'll Stop Loving You" by Belita Woods playing]
♪ I'll stop loving you ♪
♪ Will I tell you ♪
♪ Let me tell you the truth Right now ♪
♪ Till the rivers run dry ♪
♪ And there's no moon In the sky ♪
We're closed up here. The party moved downstairs.
What? Fuck you, those bottles are still open.
Excuse me, Ma'am,
- are you invited to this? - Yeah. Here's my invitation.
Dude, you're not security. Gibson. Heavy four.
No, I'm not getting fired.
See this jacket?
Same thing. Einstein catering.
You and me, we're practically fuck buddies, okay?
Do you hate Elaine?
Are you kidding, that fucking bitch?
Do you know what I heard she did last night?
Yes. The evidence is all over me.
- You're Izzy? - Yes!
Jesus Christ, you should've fucking said something.
- Tell me everything. - I don't know.
Let's just say the cards had me winning ten to nine, alright?
I love you.
Sticking up for Ramon like that.
Here, have a goddamn triple.
♪ Stop loving you ♪
♪ Oh, you see I really do need you ♪
♪ Oh, baby ♪
♪ Everyday of my life ♪
♪ But I just can't live without you ♪
♪ Oh, baby ♪
- Fuck. - What are you doing here?
- Hello, Mrs. Percy. How are you? - Let's try not to make a scene.
Shall we?
I think it's best for everyone if you come to your senses,
and leave quietly with your dignity intact.
Clearly you overestimate
how much I care about my dignity.
You, help me escort her out.
- [Mrs. Percy] Izzy! - Oh, fuck you!
- You are leaving right now. - Mom, I'll handle this.
Toast is in five minutes I need you there.
Mom, I'll handle it.
- [Mrs. Percy yells] - [door slides with a thud]
I wanna be with you.
What?
Izzy, no, Izzy.
Please, um...
This is right.
- We belong to each other. - No.
You do not get to come here and say this.
- Yes. - Okay?
You know this is right.
You believe in this.
- I know, you do. - S... stop it.
Look at me.
Do you remember that night?
When we were still friends.
You were in UCLA, I was in Chicago.
We went to that party back home. Over Thanksgiving.
- That girl Eve's party. - This is over. Okay?
And we stood by the window
and the light was fucking perfect.
And you even said how perfect it was.
And there was this fucking moment...
when we were talking, and we were laughing,
and we were drinking,
and in the mid-sentence, everything...
just stopped.
And the light outside turned red.
You looked down at my hands because they were shaking.
And you fingers reached out.
And held them until they were still.
And, you said,
"Are you cold?"
God...
I smiled.
And said... no.
We moved closer.
I could feel your breath...
across my bottom lip.
Your closed left hand and brushed my cheek.
And...
So softly.
So deep.
Oh, I miss that silence.
It ended.
[Roger] We didn't just...
[Roger exhales sharply]
Drift apart.
Izzy.
It was a fucking mess.
Things got ugly.
We...
we did...
awful...
terrible things to each other.
Or have you just conveniently forgotten about that?
No.
A mistake... [sniffles]
We made a lot of mistakes, but I'm sorry.
- I know you're sorry. - I... I'm getting married.
Do you understand?
This. Us.
- It's over. - No.
No, we... we can start over, we have to.
I know we can.
You don't love her like you love me.
Please, Roger.
We can make it right, again.
[sniffles]
I promise and... and... and... you believe me.
I know you do, I can see it in your eyes.
Please.
I'm sorry.
I'm sorry. I have to go.
[door slides with a thud]
[gasps]
[wheezes]
[sobs]
[gasps and sobs]
[indistinct chatter]
- [man] Roger and Whitney! - [all cheering]
[shoes squeaking]
[sniffles]
[sobs and sniffles]
- [guests applauding] - [Izzy sniffles]
[Izzy sighs]
Well, uh...
I could say this was a pleasant surprise,
but of course...
I'm not surprised and this is far from pleasant.
I wanted to call you, so many times.
I'm glad you didn't.
But... I... I... [sniffles]
I wanted to tell you how sorry I am,
and how awful I feel I... I didn't mean for this to happen.
Oh.
Yet here we are.
Roger didn't either, okay? It just did.
[Izzy] No.
You were my best friend, Whitney.
I loved you.
We can still be friends, we...
Really?
Cool.
So, let's all go see a movie this weekend.
Or better yet, shall we can go on a lake trip?
That way when you guys kiss
I can pretend I don't give a shit
and wonder if in the next room
you're doing all the butt stuff that he likes.
- What butt stuff? - Ask him.
His butt or mine?
Whatever, both.
Figure it out, ask him.
But it makes him cum super hard,
so it will give you a sense of accomplishment.
Ew, I shouldn't have asked.
You're a fraud.
Do you know that?
I mean...
the worst person I've ever known.
Our whole friendship, all those years
of me going to bat for you and protecting you
and sticking up for you, all of the...
fucking amazing wonderful places we went,
Iceland, South America, Australia, all of that...
is ruined.
It doesn't exist, you stole that from me.
Look if you wanna make a speech to me
to make yourself feel better then...
I understand it, I deserve it. I'm sure, just...
Be done with it, okay? You don't have to pile on all...
[Izzy] Oh, fuck you.
You followed me out here.
You're not the victim here.
This is supposed to be the happiest day of my life.
You don't deserve it.
You broke up.
Oh.
Well...
Thank God, you were there to pick up the pieces.
Fuck you.
[door knocking]
Oh.
Ah.
- [door knocking continues] - [Izzy groaning] Okay.
- [door knocking] - I'm coming!
- [Izzy yells] - [Roger groans]
[Roger groans] Ah! Fuck.
[both breathing heavily]
[door shuts close]
["Ivory Coast" by Pure Bathing Culture playing]
♪ I would rest my heart Upon your silver screen ♪
♪ Colored eyes, black and gold ♪
[Izzy giggles]
♪ I would rest my hand Upon your window pane ♪
Whoa!
Wow.
- [Roger snorts] - [Izzy laughing]
Wow.
I mean...
Oh, my God!
Is this okay?
I think people are gonna be really pissed.
No, no, no, no. Let's... let's not...
think about that. It's fine.
I mean, it's not fine.
[Izzy chuckles] No.
You know...
What was the alternative?
Imagine if I went through with it.
No, it would've been...
- worse. - Much worse.
- Yeah. - Yeah.
Basically...
who cares
doesn't matter.
[Izzy moans]
♪ Always mine, black and gold ♪
Hello.
♪ Every time, black and gold ♪
What do you wanna do today?
[Roger sighs]
We could, um...
We could go...
order brunch, and...
get a little tipsy and celebrate.
Or we could make brunch here.
Virginia and Bennett aren't gonna be back till next week.
Well, as much as I love the idea of brunch,
it is like two in the afternoon.
Happy hour?
Even better.
[Roger sneezes]
[Roger sighs]
What?
Bless you.
[indistinct chatter on TV]
[Izzy moans]
All that practice we put in over the years,
really fucking paid off.
Oh, my God.
It's like watching your favorite movie over again.
You love re-watching all the scenes, cause...
you know exactly how it's gonna end.
[tree crackling with wind]
[Whitney] You told me you loved me.
Drop to a knee.
A cliché knee.
And ask me to marry you.
Flat.
No tone.
You said "Yes".
And now it's over.
But this still happened.
As did a million other things
before my knee even touched that piece of ground.
And... and in a hundred years, there'll be another million
that have absolutely nothing to do with us.
But this still happened.
[Roger] Anyway, we're at this mountain.
[Izzy] Mm-hm.
And you remember what Evan was like.
- Right? - Ah, fuck.
[Roger chuckles] Yeah.
- Am I right? - No, I can only imagine
- what he was like at ten. Jesus. - Yeah.
He was a maniac.
He looked like he didn't even have parents.
You know, he always had the...
- snot running down his nose... - Yeah.
...and wiping food on his clothes all the time...
Y... yeah he was the whole deal.
So, anyway, we, uh...
we're heading up to this mountain
and he's been there before. He... he'd gone up to...
just to find his sea legs,
you know he did a couple of lessons, and...
He... he attacked the bunny slopes, you know,
he... I mean he did a couple that were like...
like this kinda thing.
Izzy, like, uh...
sort of like, a... you know but never anything bigger than that.
- Yeah. - But you know, decent.
We wanted to...
ski the black diamonds.
And he chickened out.
Cried.
And went home.
And it was just eating at him.
You know, it's like he had to do it.
[Roger's voice fades away] His entire life
was just meaningless.
[Roger] ...in that car ride on the way home.
I'll just never forget that look on his face.
[indistinct chatter]
It's not how it happened.
That's exactly how it happened.
- No, it's not. - Yeah, Evan I were just talking
about it last week.
No you guys were older, you were like... 14.
But it's...
less interesting for the story, if you're older.
[scoffs] Alright, fine, whatever Izzy.
I'm gonna get another beer before the show starts.
You want?
Um, yeah, yeah, it'd be great.
- Same thing? - Yeah.
[indistinct chatter]
[horn honking]
[indistinct chatter]
♪ Here we go axemen Here we go ♪
♪ At the pep rally I stole the show ♪
♪ Wearing our purple and our whites ♪
♪ Hey, look around There's so much whites ♪
♪ Do you wanna live this teenage dream? ♪
♪ The punk white privileged scene ♪
♪ Oh quarterbaok, I'll steal your axe ♪
♪ And cut it out of here ♪
♪ Cause I'm out of my head ♪
♪ I'm out of my mind I'm out of my life tonight ♪
♪ I'm going out there ♪
♪ And I'm going fast And I'm going hard ♪
♪ And I'm going crazy ♪
♪ Do you wanna watch? Do you wanna come? ♪
♪ Cause I'm out of my head ♪
♪ I'm out of my mind I'm out of my life tonight ♪
♪ I said oh teacher, teacher ♪
♪ Can you tell me what to do? ♪
♪ Or do you believe those white lies ♪
♪ You are supposed to teach in school ♪
♪ She said, don't believe ♪
♪ Everything you read that's written down ♪
♪ She said don't believe and then ♪
♪ I will burn the school down ♪
♪ Cause I'm out of my head ♪
♪ I'm out of my mind I'm out of my life tonight ♪
♪ I'm going out there ♪
♪ And I'm going fast and I'm going hard ♪
♪ And I'm going crazy ♪
♪ Do you wanna watch? Do you wanna come? ♪
♪ Cause I'm out of my head ♪
♪ I'm out of my mind I'm out of my life tonight ♪
["Pray For Rain" by Pure Bathing Culture playing]
♪ Are you rough and ready tumble? ♪
♪ Are you careless like a child? ♪
♪ When you lost her did you smile? ♪
♪ Do you stumble are you wild? ♪
♪ Are you fading in the shadows? ♪
♪ Is it always on your mind? ♪
♪ When they ask do you decline? ♪
♪ Are you ruthless? Are you kind? ♪
♪ Or are you out in two ♪
♪ Cut all the way through ♪
♪ Are you cut in two ♪
♪ Cut all the way through ♪
♪ Are you hot and heavy jungle? ♪
♪ Visions lifted in the lace ♪
♪ Was it just a little taste? Did you say it to his face? ♪
♪ Now you're dancing in the shadows ♪
♪ And they're calling out your name ♪
♪ Is it pleasure? Is it pain? ♪
♪ Did you pray for rain? ♪
♪ Or are you out in two ♪
♪ Cut all the way through ♪
♪ Are you cut in two ♪
♪ Cut all the way through ♪
♪ Or are you out in two ♪
♪ Cut all the way... ♪