(AUDIENCE MURMURING)
Shhh
(FOOTSTEPS)
(MIC ADJUSTMENTS)
Shhh
[MUSIC PLAYING]
You know our
love was meant to be,
The kind of love
that lasts forever.
And I want you here with me.
From right now
until the end of time.
You should know
everywhere I go,
Always on my mind.
In my heart, in my soul.
Baby, you're
the meaning in my life.
You're the inspiration.
You bring feeling to my life.
You're the inspiration.
Wanna have you near me.
I want to have
you hear me saying.
No one needs you
more than I need you.
[APPLAUSE]
Okay, wow.
That was very nice.
Very nice.
Okay, next person
up, we have Griffin Neffley.
Nafly?
Griffin Nafly, everybody.
Put your hands together.
[APPLAUSE]
Thank you.
Today I'll be
performing an excerpt
from my new play,
"Regrets of Autumn."
Harriet, I'm home.
Oh, how was your day?
Oh, you know,
just another busy
day working
down on Wall Street.
Right.
What?
Oh, nothing.
It's just you've
been working a lot lately.
Well what am I supposed to do?
New York City costs money.
Living on Central
Park West costs money.
And your liquor
store bills cost money.
Don't turn this around on me.
Harriet, you
know you're not supposed
to be drinking
on your medication.
Oh, so you're a
doctor now too, huh?
Just tell me
her name, Walter.
I don't need this.
What about what I need?
I'm your wife.
After 20 years,
does that not mean anything?
Of course it does.
Then who is she?
Some skank from
the secretarial pool?
Listen, Harriet, I'm sorry
that our
marriage didn't turn out
the way you wanted.
But you can't keep
blaming me for everything
that went
wrong with your life.
The miscarriages were
not my fault.
How dare you!
Where are you going?
Any place without
you is better than here.
Oh, and one
more thing, Walter.
They weren't miscarriages.
They were ab*rtion.
They were ab*rtion!
Thank you.
[TEPID APPLAUSE]
[MUSIC PLAYING]
Yeah, It went great.
Nice.
Yeah, I mean, I just--
you know, I
don't really think
teenagers are like
our target demographic.
But yeah, good.
So, uh, how was your last day?
It was fine.
Except they forced me to
participate in some relay race.
Literal t*rture.
Griffin, dinner!
Sorry. Helen.
So, I have the cast list in a
.TXT doc made
the poster on Canva
and I have a spreadsheet
for the rehearsal schedule.
But I can just
send them to you as PDFs.
Yeah, sure.
Great.
And you've confirmed
everyone for the production
meeting
tomorrow morning, yes?
Oh, um...
Yeah!
It's just 8 AM.
Might be a little early.
Why?
I just think some people
might be going out tonight.
Maybe noon is better.
10 AM is as late
as I'm willing to push it.
Okay, cool.
Great.
And you'll confirm that
with everybody like right now?
Yes, Griffin.
Great.
Confirmed.
Honestly, I could
use any help I can get.
It's just-- it's
such a mess back there.
Hi, I'm going to need a ride
to Java Joe's tomorrow at 10.
Thanks.
Sorry, just, um, what?
I am going to need a ride.
What for?
We're having our first
Regrets of Autumn meeting.
Okay, Peg, I'm sorry.
I have to go, but just
tell him tomorrow is great.
And thanks again.
Okay, so you're
going to be producing...
another play
out of our
basement this summer.
This was all in the
mass email I sent out
10 days ago.
Yes, I know.
I did read it.
It's just-- I'm going
to be working so much.
And I can't have your
father coming home to a mess.
We won't make a mess.
God!
Okay, just--
Sweetie, don't you want
to do other things this summer?
Like use the pool, or
maybe ride that bike we got you,
or--
I don't know,
anything other than just sitting
in this house all
day working on your plays.
No.
- Okay.
- I'll be at the door at 9:45.
Thanks.
[MUSIC PLAYING]
[SCREAMING]
Oh my god, you're so drunk.
I'm so drunk.
I'm so drunk.
[SCREAMING]
Dude, oh my god.
It's so good.
We were so drunk.
Hey, sorry I'm late.
Helen overslept, of course.
Oh, all good.
[PHONE AUDIO]
Oh my god,
my mom's gonna k*ll me!
What's funny?
Oh, nothing.
It's just--
Tyler's sister bought
us a hard seltzer last night.
[CHANTING]
Tyler!, Woo!
I'm still hungover.
Oh, fun.
So anyways,
we have some news.
Kara?
Yeah, cool.
So--
So I wrote a play.
Kara's going to direct
it,
and we want the three of you
to star.
Cool!
You finished a whole play?
Uh, yes.
Thank you.
What's it about this year?
Well, I'm still like,
figuring it out, but
basically, it's
" Who's Afraid of
Virginia Woolf " meets
" American Beauty".
Nice.
Yeah, um, so Winnie,
you'll be playing Harriet,
a stay-at-home,
barren alcoholic
who's married to Walter,
a Wall Street banker
slash serial adulterer
played by Tyler.
Cool.
And, uh, Pam, you'll be
playing Walter's social-climbing
mistress, Scarlett.
Sweet.
Right, um, so I know
we've done other small shows
in my basement before, but, um,
this is a full two acts.
I mean like, we're going to
rent a real theater somewhere
outside of Borwood,
like over in New Harbor or Edgar
Town or
wherever, and we just--
you know, we
really want to do
everything
totally off-Broadway,
equity, professional level.
[WHIMSICAL MUSIC PLAYS]
Helen!
Where are
my LUNA Bars?
I mean, I look at everything.
It feels like a lot.
But yeah, like around the
pool is obviously just a mess,
and then--
um...
oh, Griffin, you're back.
Kara's dad gave me a ride.
Okay, yeah, great.
Um, this is
Brad.
Mrs. Rizzo's son.
He's going to be helping
me around the house this week.
Uh, hi.
Sorry, LUNA Bars?
Uh, yes, they
are above the fridge.
And I have an open house
today, so you
can just use my Venmo
to order dinner.
Right.
That's not how Venmo works.
What?
[DOOR SLAMS]
[MUSIC PLAYING]
[TYPING]
[ELECTRONIC MUSIC PLAYING]
Uh, hi, sorry.
Hey!
[MUSIC STOPS]
Uh, hi.
Sorry, could you like--
not?
What?
Like, I work from home.
Do you have, like,
headphones or something?
Thanks.
Sorry.
[DOOR SLAMS]
[MUSIC PLAYING]
[ELECTRONIC MUSIC PLAYING]
When Todd travels for work,
like, how
often do you guys talk?
You-- really?
Hi.
I need you to
fire the pool boy.
Oh, hold on. Sorry.
What?
Tool person.
Whatever.
Brad?
Why?
What's wrong with him?
He's making a noise.
Art comes from a quiet place.
I'm sorry?
Just get rid of him, please.
Sweetie, with your dad gone,
I-- I need help
around the house.
It's my house, too.
I have work to do,
and I can't just keep--
I can't.
Okay, I'm sorry.
Right, but are
those calls or texts?
Okay, you're just chatting.
[DRILLING OUTSIDE]
[PHONE VIBRATES]
[DRILLING OUTSIDE]
Oh, hi.
Hey!
Uh, hi.
Sorry I haven't
emailed you yet.
It's just been a
f*cking nightmare here.
I just-- I really think
you're going to have
to read the script
with everybody else tomorrow.
Oh, uh, that's Okay.
What's wrong?
Nothing.
I've just been hearing
from some of the cast
about the rehearsal
schedule you sent out.
And yeah, all good.
I just don't
think it's going to work.
What do you mean?
I mean,
Griffin, you scheduled
60 hours of rehearsal a week.
It's the equity standard.
Totally.
But Tyler has
science camp and--
Winnie's doing "Godspell"
at the Community Center.
Also, so this
isn't definite yet.
But--
Remember that guy Kevin who
played his
guitar at my birthday?
Well, he asked me if I want to
go with him to his family's
beach house
in Maine this summer.
And I haven't said yes yet.
And it wouldn't be for long.
Just a couple weeks.
Maybe three.
Hello?
I mean, when I was writing
"The Nine Deaths of Esmeralda,"
we would do scenes in
my basement, like most days.
Right.
But we were all like 12 then.
[DRILLING]
(PHONE BEEPS)
sh**t.
I have to go.
Um, but let me take a
stab at the schedule and--
We can talk more before
the read-through tomorrow?
I still think
we can make this work.
[DRILLING]
Uh, hi.
Hey.
So, um, look, I'm--
I'm sorry if I
was, like, rude yesterday.
[DRILLING]
Whatever.
Okay, great.
So, um, do you know
how to, like, move things?
Um, so, yeah, I just
need the couch, like, there.
Thanks.
You gonna help?
Oh, right.
Sorry.
One, two, three.
Also, like, maybe
those two right there?
[HEART BEATING]
(HEAVY BREATHING)
[WHIMSICAL MUSIC]
That good?
Uh, what? Yeah.
No, that's-- that's great.
(CLOCK TICKS)
[FOOTSTEPS]
Sorry. Science
Camp Party was a rager.
Uh, that's okay.
Here's your script.
Um, Okay.
So...
"Regrets of Autumn," a
new play by Griffin Nafly.
Lights up on Harriet and
Walter's
Central Park West apartment,
covered in dust, newspapers,
and the irremovable stench
of their own faded dreams.
Harriet, 50-ish and intoxicated,
enters in a bathrobe.
Walter, where's my scotch?
Walter!
Harriet, it's nine
o'clock in the morning.
Why do you care?
I care because I'm
your husband. You're my wife.
What kind of a husband can't
even get his
own wife pregnant?
Harriet, you
know you're barren.
You're the barren one.
[HORN HONKS]
That's my mom. Bye!
Yeah, Okay. See
you guys next weekend.
- Okay, bye! Bye!
- Have a nice weekend!
Bye!
Hey!
So... that was... good.
It wasn't.
It wasn't?
No. But I guess I'll
have plenty of time to write,
since we're only
rehearsing two days a week,
like some f*cking
church theater troupe.
Okay.
(ROCK MUSIC PLAYS)
Uh... oh. Um, that's me.
Um, so
actually, I had this one idea.
Um, maybe it'd be interesting
if Harriet leaves Walter
instead of
the other way around.
Um, like, sort of a twist?
Or maybe not.
Um, I'll email you.
Uh, see you next weekend.
[ROCK MUSIC PLAYING]
[WHIMSICAL MUSIC PLAYING]
[COUGHING]
[WHIMSICAL MUSIC PLAYING]
Uh, hi.
[COUGHING]
Hey.
Sorry, just,
like, who are you again?
What?
You're like a handy person.
f*ck no.
I'm... I'm just trying to get
some money together
to get back to New York.
Wait, New York?
Uh, like,
like New York City or--
Sorry, kid,
I just gotta finish
this after
f*cking up out back.
Oh, uh, yeah,
right, of course. Uh, sorry.
I mean, you
actually don't have to.
Helen buys them in bulk.
You can just
throw the old ones out.
Oh.
Thanks.
You're welcome.
So, uh, I was--
I was thinking that I
was gonna take
a break from my work.
I didn't know if,
like, you maybe wanted to join.
We have smart
water, vitamin water...
Yeah, I gotta head out.
We also have whiskey.
Damn.
Yeah.
You sure
your mom won't notice?
Oh, uh, no. They're my dad's.
Helen's only into
chardonnay and, like, Klonopin.
Glass?
Uh, yeah, def.
Uh, are you hungry? We have,
like, cold
cuts, softer cheeses.
Whatever.
Okay.
So, uh, when
you said that you
lived in New
York, you meant, like,
New York
City, New York, right?
Wow.
Sorry, that's-- that's just
where I'm
moving the day I turn 18.
What neighborhood
did you live in?
Upper East, Upper West...
Bushwick.
Cool.
What's that?
It's, like, East Brooklyn.
Oh, nice. Yeah, I'm
open to living in Brooklyn.
What-- what did you do there?
I'm a performance artist.
What?! Amazing!
So, like, is that
singing or dancing or...?
Nah. More like... happenings.
Awesome.
The stars! The
stars are so bright!
I think I can
see the Big Dipper.
Nothing like
stars in Central Park.
Thanks for
asking me out, Walter.
I really needed a
break from my studies.
Of course.
You're a singing major?
Yes. And what about you?
Well, I'm a
stock market major,
but in my
soul, I'm an artist.
Wow.
Yeah. Well, I
guess you should probably
head back to my
apartment in Bushwick.
That's East Brooklyn.
Right. Yeah, me too.
Okay. You don't
have to do the kissing now.
Yeah. That
was great, you guys.
These new scenes are so good.
And so romantic.
Yeah, no.
What?
This stuff is just flashback,
so now the
show is even darker
because you see
their love turn into hate.
[HORN HONKING]
Thank you. Bye!
Bye!
[ELECTRONIC MUSIC PLAYING]
Oh, hi!
Sup?
Hi, I was just looking for
you. We just finished rehearsal.
Nice.
Yeah, I wrote two
new scenes last night, and...
Uh, what--
what are you doing?
I'm going swimming. It's
f*cking 98 degrees outside.
f*ck me!
So, uh, I have a
full draft of my play now,
and I was just
wondering if you'd want to...
Hey!
I mean, uh, it obviously
still isn't finished yet.
I just... you know, I wanted
your thoughts
sooner than later.
It's like...
so f*cked.
Is that a good thing?
Like Harriet.
Just when you think
she can't get any drunker,
she gets even drunker.
Yes, right, yes!
And like the way you flash
back to them young and in love,
it just makes the
whole thing even more...
f*cked.
Exactly!
Sorry, man. I...
I thought this
was gonna be some like...
Borwood kiddie sh*t.
Oh, no, no, no, no,
no. I hate that stuff too.
That sh*t too.
sh*t.
I...
I want to show you something.
Okay, so
like... this is just a clip.
Okay.
And like, my dumbass friend
Damien did a
sh*t job filming it.
Okay.
[MUSIC PLAYING]
House.
Parents.
Baby.
House.
Parents.
Baby.
(SCREAMING)
House.
Parents.
Baby.
(RETCHING)
House.
Parents.
(SCREAMING)
Baby.
House.
Parents.
(MOANING)
Baby.
House!
(SCREAMING IN PAIN)
Parents!
Baby.
Oh!
Uh, what... what was that?
My last show in New York.
Oh, uh... wow.
Wow.
Thanks.
So you liked it?
Oh, uh, yeah. Yeah, def.
So, uh, what...
where... what theater was that?
Like... Roundabout?
Oh.
Yeah, no.
None of the hacks
in New York got it, so...
I just found a space.
Used my
own money to put it up.
Oh, nice.
Like all my money.
Sorry, just like...
What specifically
did you like about it?
Oh, uh... I guess...
like...
baby?
(KNOCKING)
Knock, knock.
We're fine.
Okay, um...
Well, I was
just going to bed, so...
Just, um,
here's your check, Brad.
Thanks.
Sorry I
didn't, like, do more.
That's...
that's okay. You did some.
Bye.
Okay. Okay. Um...
Well, good night.
Good night.
Bye.
I'm drunk.
Oh, uh, yeah,
okay, I'll see you tomorrow.
Yeah, no.
What?
Last day.
Oh.
Thanks for the booze, man.
Yeah, of course.
Well, see ya.
Yeah.
Wait, sorry.
Just, like...
Before you go, I just...
I wanted to say, like...
If people in New York didn't
understand your show, then...
they're just a
bunch of shitheads.
Thanks.
Well...
See ya later.
Oh, really?
What?
Oh, um, no,
sorry, it's just...
You said "see ya later."
I did?
You did.
Yeah.
Like, text me?
Can I... yeah.
Okay, there, I texted myself.
Now we have
each other's numbers.
Nice.
Well...
See ya.
Later, yep. See ya later.
Hey, so that went well?
Yeah, slightly less horrific.
So, listen, I
emailed most of the
theaters in New
Harbor or wherever, but...
most of
them, like, want money.
Did you tell them
that we're a not for profit?
Honestly, it just kinda seems
like they want
to talk to an adult.
So, do you think that
your mom could call them, or...?
Uh... doubtful.
Right.
Uh, but it's cool.
I'll just have Brad do it.
Sorry. Who's Brad?
Oh, uh, yeah,
he's just this performing
artist friend of
mine from New York...
City.
Oh, okay. Um...
And I don't know
if you remember, but...
I'm leaving
for Maine tomorrow.
But I was thinking I can def
FaceTime into at
least some rehearsals.
Oh, uh, that's okay.
What?
Yeah, I can just
run the blocked scenes
while you're gone.
Have a good trip.
Oh. Okay.
Thanks.
Thanks.
Bye.
Bye, see you.
Good rehearsal!
[CHEERFUL MUSIC PLAYS]
(PHONE CAMERA CLICKS)
Okay. And what is he doing?
Oh.
Wow.
(PHONE RINGING)
[VOICEMAIL]
Brad.
[VOICEMAIL]
The mailbox
is full and cannot
[VOICEMAIL]
accept any
messages at this time. Goodbye.
Helen!
(MANIC MUSIC PLAYS)
(ROCK MUSIC PLAYS)
Hi.
Uh, hi.
Hey, uh, it's just so weird.
I was just
walking by on my bike.
Huh.
Hey, do I owe you a text?
Oh, uh, I don't know. Maybe.
But, um,
actually, this is perfect.
Because, um, sorry.
So I have some news.
It looks like the New Harbor
Art Center's gonna work out.
Nice. For what?
Uh, for Regrets.
Of Autumn?
My play.
Sorry, man. My
edible just kicked in.
Oh, okay.
Yeah, it seats like 1,100,
but I feel like with
the right advertising campaign,
we can definitely
get at least, like--
Hi!
Oh, uh, no, I'll
just have water. Thanks.
What?
Oh, um,
Griffin, this is Chloe.
Um, Chloe,
this is the kid whose
house I was working on.
Oh, right! Oh, right!
The kid with the booze!
Oh, my God! Oh, my God! Brad!
He's so adorable!
What? You're so cute!
Thanks.
Thanks.
Yeah, and it
has, like, five fly
bars, which
I think we'll need,
and the seat
quality isn't the best,
but apparently the
sound system is all new, so...
Hmm.
So this is all
for your school play?
No. No, this is for my
play that I wrote and am doing.
What's it about?
Basically, it's about, like,
people who buy
into the idea of love
and then just
discover it's actually
a black hole of
betrayal and despair.
Mm, fun. Hey.
Have you ever
seen Shrek the Musical?
What?
Oh, my God,
it's so good.
Our high school did it.
Oh, my God!
Oh, my God!
Brad, Brad, Brad,
Brad, Brad, Brad,
Brad, Brad, Brad.
Okay, do you remember
Mary Shea Whitehead?
Do you remember how
she had, like, a leotard
and you could, like, see
a camel toe through the leotard?
It was so bad.
It was so funny!
Right! My show is a play.
What?
A play.
Like, no songs.
Nice.
Well, if you need, um,
a theater,
I can hook you up at
the auditorium in Town Hall.
You work at Town Hall?
No, no, no. I cut hair.
At La Posh on West, you know?
But my Uncle Joey,
he's the manager of Town Hall,
and he's always bitching
about how no
one uses the auditorium
for anything except,
like, AA meetings or whatever.
Right. Um, thanks.
We're
just...we're really looking
for more of a
professional art space.
(PHONE RINGING)
Mm-hmm. Okay.
Yep.
Oh, hold on.
Hello?
Yeah, we're still
coming. Hold on. Hold on. Sorry.
What? I can't-- Hello? What?
Wait, what? Screaming Fetus
already started playing. What?
Sorry, man.
We're just gonna see
this band in Chesterville later.
Right.
Sorry, the
signal sucks a*s in here.
Um, sorry. Just, like...
Who is this woman?
Who?
Chloe?
We just went to
high school together.
Oh, uh, okay, good.
And then, like,
started dating this past spring.
He loves me, not you.
How dare you talk to me
like that in my own penthouse!
Why not?
You're nobody to him.
Just some housewife
hag he got saddled with.
Ladies, please!
Scarlett, go
wait in the town car.
So, she's
your girlfriend now?
Harriet, you know I've been
unsatisfied in our marriage.
Do you f*ck her
since you're not f*cking me?!
She does things for me
that you won't do. Sex things.
So...
Do you love her?
What?
Do you love her?
I...
I don't...
No.
I don't know.
Sorry, line?
What's happening?
I forgot the line. Sorry.
I love how she makes me feel.
I love how she makes me feel!
Like a man.
Like a man!
And I can't--
No! Do not help him.
And I can't!
Live like this anymore.
Live like this anymore!
Still me?
Nope. That's
the end of the scene.
Oh, good.
So...
What's up?
Yeah, sorry.
I was up late
working on my potato clock.
Your what?
My potato clock.
It's a clock.
Powered only by a potato.
I hate him!
Right. It was
just one rehearsal.
No, it's not
just one rehearsal.
He's always
late. He's a paraphraser.
I mean, he's the lead.
He's supposed to set
the tone for the entire company,
and he
doesn't take it seriously.
Okay. It's gonna
work out. I promise you.
Kevin! Kevin,
that tickles, okay?
I'm on the phone.
What do you mean?
No, because I
tried that already.
Well, this is
longer than before. This is...
No, because he said
he would be home by the 20th.
That's what he said.
I just don't know what to do.
I don't know what to do.
(MANIC MUSIC PLAYING)
[DOOR BELL RINGS]
Hello?
Hi. Uh, sorry, I
think I have the wrong house.
I'm looking for Brad Rizzo.
Oh, you have the right house.
You must be
Helen Nafly's son.
Griffin.
Uh, yeah.
Wow. I haven't seen
you since you were little.
You're so handsome now.
I got it.
Oh, okay, sweetie.
I was just finishing up making
your sandwich.
You need anything else?
Yeah. Maybe you could, like,
give me some f*cking money.
Oh, now, sweetie.
Well, anyways,
great to see you, Griffin.
Uh, your mom seems nice.
Dumb b*tch.
Uh-huh.
So, um, sorry to
just, like, show up like this.
Uh, I got your
address from Helen's computer.
So, how have you been?
Fine.
Chloe's uncle
got me some gigs
doing, like, odd
jobs around town hall,
which sucks,
but it's decent scratch.
Cool. Yeah, that's actually
what I came to talk about.
So, uh, Tyler left the show.
Who?
Tyler.
The guy who's been playing
Walter in "Regrets of Autumn."
Yeah, he just
quit, like, so unexpectedly,
and now we're in a huge bind,
but, I was...
thinking...
that...
maybe...
maybe you
could do it?
You want me
to act in your play?
Yeah. Yeah, why not?
You said you loved the script.
Wouldn't that look, like,
weird if I'm married to a tween?
I'll cut the
kissing, and, uh,
maybe that
makes it more interesting.
You know, uh,
maybe Walter is the
only adult in a
world full of children.
Whoa.
Yeah, man. Sorry.
I gotta focus on
earning money this summer.
Oh, it would be for money.
Then he texted back saying he
didn't want to
date, or duet anymore.
Is she so devastated?
I would be.
They sang
so nice together.
- Hi.
- Hi. Hey.
Hey, uh, just a minor
update. Tyler's left the show.
What happened?
Is he okay?
Oh, um, yeah,
he's fine, I guess.
Oh, sorry, just one second.
Hi.
Sorry I'm late.
Oh, no, it's fine.
Everybody, this is Brad.
He'll be playing Walter now.
Brad, these are your
co-stars, Winnie and Pam.
Hey.
Hey.
Hi.
(PHONE VIBRATING)
Um, so this is for you.
Why don't we
just take it from
the top and I'll plug you in.
Okay.
Okay.
Um, so this
is the living room.
Entryway is here.
This is the kitchen.
This is a kitchen table.
This is an armchair.
Yeah, I got it.
Okay, ah, great.
So, ah,
Places!
Okay.
Lights up.
Walter, where's my scotch?
Walter!
Harriet, it's nine
o'clock in the morning.
What do you care?
I care
because I'm your husband.
You're my wife!
What kind of a husband can't
even get his
own wife pregnant?
Harriet, you
know you're barren.
You're the barren one.
(CHAIR BANGS)
You know what?
I don't need this.
I support you, don't I?
I work 18 hours
a day at a job I hate.
And this is the thanks I get!
I gotta go.
It was nice to meet you.
Yeah, nice to meet.
Yeah, bye.
Have a good day.
Go, go, go.
Good?
Yes, amazing.
Cool.
Like, incredible.
Thanks.
Um, look, so I gotta go, but
is there any way we could meet
up tomorrow afternoon and
just go over some script stuff?
Like, just the two of us?
Of course, yes, yes.
Okay.
See you then.
Yes, uh, see you then.
[PHONE VIBRATING]
I was just about to call you.
Cool.
Um, is everything okay?
Yeah, everything's great.
Why?
Tyler called me.
He says that you,
like, fired him over text?
Sorry, I meant to tell you.
I did, but it's all good.
Brad's doing the part now.
What?
Who's Brad?
I told you about Brad.
He's this
performing artist from
New York City,
and oh my God, Kara!
Everything just came to life.
Griffin, you
can't just get rid of Tyler.
Why not?
Because he's our friend.
He was really upset.
Kara, Tyler's a hack.
Right, but I'm the director.
Don't I get any say?
How are you the director
when you're not even here?
What?
We planned all year
to do the show together.
And then you just... what?
You blow me off to go to the
beach with
your ugly boyfriend?
It's only
been a couple of weeks.
Well, it
feels like a lot longer.
It feels like
you were never even here.
Brad's equity.
I'm equity.
So.
Instead of
Harriet and Walter fighting
about him
getting a job on Wall Street,
what if...
I pull some ticker tape
out of my ear, Harriet grabs it,
she starts
wrapping it around my throat.
It's strangling me.
But also,
she's strangling me.
With-with-with her misery
and her disease, right?
Cause she's f*cking alcoholic?
What do you think?
Cool, yeah,
yeah, let's try it.
Great.
Okay.
Page 42.
Let's cut Harriet's monologue
about Walter's
failed sculpting career.
Oh.
Uh, really?
Sorry, just why?
I mean, you can't just
do this drama club sh*t anymore.
You can't?
Not if we eventually
want to do the show in New York.
Uh, yeah, no,
yeah, yeah, yeah, sure.
Great. So, cut the speech,
and instead, what if I...
pull some
rocks out of my mouth?
Nice. Yeah.
Yeah.
Is everything okay?
Yeah, no.
Thanks for
asking me to do this, man.
What? Yes, of course.
Hello?
Back here.
Sorry, uh, Chloe asked
if we could use your pool today.
Hey, babe, the door's stuck.
But, like, your
mom's working till late, right?
The door's stuck, babe.
Uh.
Babe.
That door's stuck.
You're nuts.
[MUSIC PLAYING]
Your pool is so clean.
Thanks.
Um, sorry, I
just have work to do.
What?
No, you're not going to swim?
Uh, no.
There's, like, melanoma.
Okay, just wait, um,
before you go. Sorry, um...
So, listen.
None of the girls in
your play are, like, pretty.
Right?
What?
Sorry, I know
they're, like, 12 or
whatever, but
it's just Brad, you know,
he has no
idea how attractive he
is, and, like,
everyone in high school
was so in love
with him, especially me.
And, uh, I
trust him. It's just,
it's the other
beach skanks in this town
I don't trust,
so if you could just
let me know if
there's any trampy tweens,
I gotta worry about.
No.
You know,
people can be really, like,
judgmental, but I
don't think it's psycho
if I, like,
check my hot boyfriend's
phone every
once in a while, right?
Right.
Wow, you know,
you're so easy to talk to.
I see why
Brad likes you so much.
What about me?
Oh, my God, nothing!
Shut the
f*ck up, you're gross!
Oh, my God,
I'm going to f*cking k*ll you!
You just messed my hair!
You said that
you were coming home.
When did I say that?
You said it
on the phone to me.
No, no, I didn't.
Okay, well,
then you texted it to me.
Look, here, July 12th.
Talk soon. I
screenshotted it.
Why would you screenshot it?
Originally, you said Chicago.
And then last
week, you're charging
things to the
Boston DoubleTree.
Wait, I had to
come back here for work.
Back here for work,
but not to see your family.
I... What am
I supposed to say?
I don't know who gives these...
I don't care what you say!
I'm out in the world!
People are asking.
Griffin.
Hey, buddy.
How are you, son?
It's your... That's your
dinner, honey.
It's just right here.
Good to see you, pal.
I just can't keep
making excuses for you. I can't.
No, then don't. Don't.
She's younger than me?
Don't you?
Come on, don't do that.
Is she prettier? Is she just
like so much prettier than me?
- You really want to know?
- Yes, I do. I do.
Alright, fine. Fine.
Yes, She is younger than you.
And she is prettier than you.
Alright?
I just want
to get my sh*t and go.
[DOOR SLAMS]
(MANIC MUSIC PLAYS)
Dear Brad,
I am
writing this email,
because I cant hide my
feelings from you any longer.
I'm in love with you.
I've been in
love with you all summer.
I'm in love with
your mind and your talent.
But most of all, I'm in
love with your body and what it
feels like when you put your
hard, erect p*nis inside me.
I can't wait until
your trash bag girlfriend
goes away so
we can resume having
sexual
intercourse on the beach.
Sincerely,
Glenn.
(HOUSE DOOR CLOSES)
(TRUNK SHUTS)
(CAR DOOR CLOSES)
[ENGINE STARTS]
[PHONE VIBRATES]
You bring it?
What?
Oh, um, yeah.
So, um, what's,
what's happening?
Chloe dumped me.
Already?
What?
Uh, sorry, sorry,
I mean, um, why?
You know why?
Cause she's a f*cking psycho.
I come out of the bathroom
last night, she's got my phone,
she's screaming at me
that I'm f*cking other girls.
Oh, wow.
Uh, have you been?
I mean, yeah.
f*ck!
(REFLECTIVE MUSIC PLAYS)
Anyway, thanks for the booze.
Yeah, yeah, of course.
f*ck this town, man.
Right.
You want to
hear something pathetic?
You're probably like the
closest thing I
have left to a friend
in this entire sh*t town.
I am?
I just thought my
life was gonna be special.
You know?
But instead, I just
ended up another,
loser back in Borwood.
What?
Brad, you're not a loser.
You're like...
You're like the best thing
that's ever happened to me.
It's late.
Okay, um, can we...
Can we talk like this
again, like, sometime soon?
(ROMANTIC MUSIC SWELLS)
Maybe he's
stuck in traffic.
He doesn't have a car.
You're telling him.
No, you're saying it.
What?
Nothing.
It's just, um,
so we were talking,
and we just would really prefer
to do the show with Tyler.
Are you serious right now?
It's just like we've been
rehearsing with him all summer
and are just
more comfortable with him.
Why, because
you're in love with him?
What? No.
Look, Tyler's dead.
Do you get it?
He's gone.
Um, okay.
But also, some
of these script changes,
like Walter strips
down to his underwear
and rubs mayonnaise all
over his hairless muscled torso.
Like, my
nana's coming to see this.
Well, I don't
give a f*ck about your nana!
(MANIC MUSIC PLAYS)
[DOORBELL RINGS]
Hey, Griffin.
Ooh, love you in stripes.
Uh, sorry, is Brad here?
Oh, no.
Uh, do you
know when he'll be back?
Sorry, I just
really need to see him.
Uh, no.
Brad moved back
to New York yesterday.
What?
Yeah, sorry,
he didn't tell you?
No, but he couldn't have.
I just saw him.
That's impossible.
Yeah, typical Brad,
picks up and
moves back to
New York on a whim.
Oh, I'm just so proud of him.
[PHONE VIBRATES]
Hey, man.
So I just wanted to say sorry
that I won't be
able to do your play.
Chloe dumping me just put a
lot of things
into perspective.
I realized if I didn't
move back to Bushwick right now,
I might end up
stuck in Borwood forever.
I'll try to pay you
the money back when I get work.
But I also
wanted to say thanks.
Without your
encouragement, I don't
know if I ever would
have found the guts
to start making art again.
Peace.
Griffin, are you up?
Hey, I'm not mad, but, um...
Do you know
where the liquor is?
Griffin?
[PHONE VIBRATES]
Uh, hello?
Hey, Kara. Hi. It's,
um, it's Helen, Griffin's mom.
Oh, uh, hi.
Hi. Sorry, I just, um...
Is, um, is Griffin with you?
Uh, no.
Okay, um...
Have you heard from him?
Not recently, no.
Yeah, okay, um, it's just that
his phone is off, or...
something.
Um, would you
just, would you let me
know if you, if
you do hear from him?
Yeah, yeah, of course.
Okay, thank you. Thanks, hon.
(CITY SOUNDS)
Yeah.
This is good, I guess.
Hello?
Hey. Hey, you answered.
Uh, yeah. What's up?
Uh, nothing. Um...
I'm just...
I'm here.
You're where?
Uh, Bushwick?
Hi.
Uh, hi.
I made it.
Woo, those stairs.
Good evening.
Wow, um...
So this is your room?
Uh, yeah.
Nice.
Uh...
Yeah, the train
wasn't bad at, you know...
The wifi was spotty, but
I just use my
phone as a hotspot.
Griffin, what
are you doing here?
Um, so I wrote a
monologue for the show.
Griffin, uh...
Just read it.
Please.
Aloud.
Harriet, I can't
hide my feelings any longer.
Before I met
you, I didn't think
this kind of
thing even existed.
That it was...
Passing?
Possible.
That it was
possible to meet another
person who could
completely change your life.
But ever since that night
you showed me your solo show,
I feel you
inside me all the time.
And even though I'm
young, I know how rare that is.
How rare it is
to find what we have.
I only sent
that email for Chloe to
find because I
was afraid of losing you.
But I can't
be afraid anymore.
Yeah, I don't know.
It's still kind of corny.
f*ck!
It's about you.
I wrote it...
I wrote it about... you.
What?
Look, uh, I know that the
age difference is a hurdle, but,
uh, I'll be 15 in April,
and in some parts of Europe.
Hey, I'm not.
Is that why you're here?
And then we can get our
own place and we can do
Regrets of Autumn
here in New York,
like we always dreamed.
Our own place?
What are you talking about?
What email for Chloe?
What?
You said I only sent
that email for Chloe. My Chloe?
Griffin, you did not send
that Glenn Bennett email, huh?
I didn't think it would work.
f*ck!
Brad, she
wasn't like us, and if I
hadn't done that,
you'd still be in Borwood.
Now we're both in New York and
we can make art together.
Yeah, I want you to leave.
What?
Look, I want you to go, now.
But, how...
Have you not heard
everything I just said?
I heard it. Please leave.
I don't want to leave.
I don't care if you
don't want to leave. Get out!
- Brad...
- Go!
[PHONE RINGING]
Griffin?
Mom?
Where are you?
New York. I'm in New York.
What?
What? Why?
How did you get there?
Just... I made a mistake.
I made a mistake.
House.
Parents.
Baby.
House.
Parents.
(DOOR KNOCKING)
Griffin?
Did you sleep?
Do you want something to eat?
Do you want
one of my Klonopins?
Honey.
Griffin.
You can't just
disappear like that.
Do you know how scared I was?
Do you know...
What I thought...
Look...
I know this
has been a sh*t summer.
With
everything happening with
your dad, I have
been very distracted.
But I don't
want you to think...
that I care about him
more than you. That is not true.
That's never been true.
All right.
I'll leave you to...
Sweetie.
I transferred Brad
$800 from your bank account.
Okay.
Okay, honey.
(MOURNAL MUSIC PLAYS)
(SNIFFS)
Wow.
Yeah.
He's cute.
Yeah.
Why didn't you
tell me about all this?
I mean...
We never like
talk about that stuff.
We can.
Okay.
So um...
How are... things with...
Kevin?
Good.
They're good.
I mean...
He's just like...
very into sex and keeps wanting
to put his tongue...
Actually no.
Please stop. I beg you.
Look...
So...
I'm sorry that I was...
so mean about Kevin.
Such a jerk
to you this summer.
It was just like...
hard.
Like...
suddenly having all of
my friends disappear on me.
Like I want to
drink hard seltzer too.
Right.
Of course.
It's just...
Griffin.
You said you wanted
to do this play together.
Then any time I had
an idea or said anything...
you just look
like you wanted to die.
Or like you wanted me to die.
Well I don't want you to die.
So...
the cast hates me?
They don't hate you.
I mean...
they'd probably
even come back
to the show
if you apologized.
And...
meant it.
And so I just
wanted to say like...
I'm sorry for all
the things that I said.
Um...
and...
I'd...
really like it if...
you all came
back to the show.
Because...
you're my friends.
Right.
So...
we already talked about
it and we're down to come back.
Okay.
Great.
But...
What?
We were just
wondering like...
Shouldn't we
be on the poster too?
What?
Like...
if we're the ones
actually doing the show...
shouldn't our
names also be on there?
Well, uh...
Okay.
(ENERGETIC MUSIC PLAYS)
So I thought a fun way to
start rehearsal would be for you
guys to maybe ask us
any questions you might have.
This would be great for
maybe one of the fifties part...
Yeah, the party maybe.
Oh, cool!
Hey, it looks good.
Oh, I love it.
This building was
built in 1923 actually.
Okay.
And how many does it seat?
We got a hundred chairs, give
or take the
broken ones, so...
That's the smallest thing.
They're called the thing.
Wait, Tyler,
wait, wait, wait.
No.
Carpets the smallest.
No.
Moment of truth!
Okay, alright.
Hey!
Woo!
We did it.
They're ready.
[OLD-TIMEY MUSIC PLAYS]
Oh my goodness!
Isn't this party so divine?
Yes, it's so wonderful.
Oh, thank
you! Thanks for coming!
Thank you for inviting me.
Thanks for coming.
Hi, thanks for coming!
Thanks for coming!
Thanks for coming!
Oh!
So sorry.
Oh, no worries.
I'm a bit drunk too.
Hey, do I
know you from college?
Yeah.
Thanks for
hosting this great mixer.
Oh, of course.
Huh.
This apartment is
so much nicer than mine.
I live in Bushwick.
Thanks!
It's my grandmother's.
It's rent
stabilized and she's dead.
Walter.
Harriet.
Wow.
Look at that sunset.
Nothing like
sunsets in Central Park.
More wine?
Hmm, I probably
shouldn't be drinking so much.
But what the hell?
What's the matter?
Nothing.
It's just...
I got another
art rejection letter.
It's my tenth one this week.
And I don't know.
I was just thinking that
maybe I'd be special, you know?
Not just another loser.
Like my dad.
What?
Walter, you're not a loser.
Get a job!
I've been trying.
I thought that
on our wedding day,
you said you
supported me making art.
I've been
supporting you for five years.
I can't bring a
baby into this environment.
What?
You can't
bring a baby anywhere.
Not when
you're drinking like that.
Get a job!
Harriet, why
can't you accept the
reality that
Walter and I are in love?
Why must you
be such a hateful hag?
I'm a hateful hag because
you've taken away my husband.
My only reason for living!
And just for the record,
just because he's f*cking you
doesn't mean
that he loves you wh*re.
Don't talk
to Scarlett that way.
Why not?
She's a wh*re.
wh*re!
She's not a wh*re.
She's...
She's...
the mother
of my unborn child.
Harriet, we need to talk.
I'm leaving you.
I know this is
going to be hard, but we
both know that I
never loved you anyway.
Well, aren't you
going to say something?
No, because
you're not leaving me.
I'm not?
No.
Because I'm leaving you.
What?
Walter,
before I met you, I never
thought this kind
of thing really existed.
Like it was
possible to meet another
person who could
completely change your life.
But now I realize that you
were never the love of my life.
You're just a
cheater and a bad artist.
And I have to move on.
Oh, and one
other thing, Walter.
They weren't miscarriages.
They were ab*rtion.
THEY WERE ab*rtion!
(SHE LAUGHS)
(MILD APPLAUSE)
(WHIMSICAL MUSIC PLAYS)
Wooo!
Terrific job.
Thank you so much.
Thank you. Thanks for coming.
Thank you.
Sorry, Griffin, somebody in
the lobby keeps asking for you.
Oh, uh, okay. Thanks.
Oh, hi.
Uh, hi.
There you are. Oh, my God.
Thanks so much for coming.
Absolutely. You were great.
Thanks.
Oh, Mark. This
is my friend Griffin.
Griffin, Mark and I
were in "Godspell" together.
Hey, Winnie, come
here. I wanna take a picture.
Sorry.
Dad, can you stop?
Um, congrats
on the show.
Thanks.
I really wanted
to check it out after
your performance
at the talent show.
Thanks.
Um, I really liked
that song that you did.
Oh, yeah, that was bad.
Yeah, it was.
My girlfriend made me do it.
Sorry, ex-girlfriend.
Hi.
Hey,
Griffin, sweetie, no rush.
Just let me know
when you're ready to go.
Oh, yeah, Okay. Okay. Thanks.
Hi.
Um, sorry.
We're having, like,
a cast party
back at my house.
Oh, cool.
Well, congrats
again on the great show.
Do you, like,
maybe want to come?
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