["Sleigh Ride" by Ella Fitzgerald playing]
Just hear those sleigh bells ringing
[man] So, Alisdair went away to Berlin
for a week
and came back talking about
all this great art he'd made there.
I'm playing supportive partner,
and I ask him where it is.
He says, "Where what is?"
I'm like, "Well, you do mixed media,
I run a gallery."
"I'd love to see this great art
you've made."
- Okay.
- [Thomas] It's a short film of him
and this hairy older Cuban man having
very slippery sex on a greased-up tarp
in what looks like an empty shoe store.
- Putting the eggnog down.
- Marc, they made seven short films.
- Did they have sex in all of them?
- It's to do with the eroticism of greed,
or capitalism,
or something cloyingly well-intentioned.
Joke's on me if I stay.
- So you're gonna break up with him?
- Mm.
- No. No, it's too much hassle.
- [laughs]
- I'll just let him do it eventually.
- [sighs]
Are there any decent men in this city?
Thomas
- Oh.
- how many times do I have to tell you?
You don't get to chime in on this
because you've made your own eggnog.
And your hot, wealthy husband
is about to lead a sing-along
by a roaring fire.
So that question was intended
to just float there for a second.
[laughs]
It's the only box with your name on it.
[woman] Oh. [sighs]
I didn't know this was a gifts thing.
I forgot to bring wine.
Don't tell Terrance I told you that
because we got in a fight about it
on the way here.
Oh yeah. Considering we practically
share my husband,
I thought it only right.
Marc doesn't deserve you.
- You know that, right?
- [chuckles]
And listen,
if things go south between you two,
I'm not going anywhere.
I'll be right here.
Okay. Well, I'm sure
Terrance will be happy about that.
- Oh, he'd understand.
- [grunts]
If this is a check for my rent,
I swear to God
-[Sophie] Mmm.
- [Oliver] Incoming.
What the f*ck are these?
Oh.
Well, those are hand-crafted maracas.
After last year,
I thought it would be nice
if you could still participate
in the carols.
- [chuckles]
- Do you know what? This is actually abuse.
That song that you picked last year
wasn't in my key. Not on me.
My love, your voice is like a church organ
someone threw out of a window.
[Marc snickers]
Suing this household
for emotional damages actually.
- Empty threats, empty threats.
- [Sophie] No.
- What are we suing for this time?
- I think it's high time I put me first.
Oh, as opposed to all the other times
you don't put yourself first?
- Thank you.
- From your husband.
I'm being silenced.
Why would you do that to her?
These are actually really beautiful.
Thank you.
Honestly, the gaslighting
around my singing is unbelievable.
- [Marc] Ooh.
- No, no, no.
You are absolutely tone-deaf.
And loud.
Really f*cking loud,
and I love you for it.
How many drinks have you had?
None of your g*dd*mn business.
Give me that.
- Okay.
- [glass clinking]
May I request the honor
of everyone's attention, please?
Daddy.
[all laugh]
We all know what time it is.
[all cheer]
Yeah!
So, come. Jackie, darling, would you get
the sheet music off the piano
and pass it around to everybody?
You should also have received,
and I know you have,
is my email with the audio files
of all of your parts
If I hear about the audio files
one more time.
generously arranged
by the magnificent Peter Finley,
former lover turned friend,
turned Academy Award-nominated composer
[all cheering and applauding]
who has taken time away
from his very busy schedule
scoring the new Victoria Valentine film
[all cheering]
to accompany us this evening.
- We love you, Petey.
- [glass clinks]
No, but truly,
thank you all for making this
one of the great nights of the year.
- [Marc] Hmm.
- And to my darling Marcus.
My love, may I one day be worthy.
- [all] Aw.
- Okay, Petey!
[playing "Everyday Will Be Like a Holiday"
by William Bell]
[Oliver] Loud and proud.
[all singing] Everyday
Will be like a holiday
Beautiful!
When my baby
When my baby comes home
When my baby comes home
Now he's been gone
For such a long time
- Ever since you've been gone
- Gorgeous!
[harmonizing]
I got a letter today
Just about noon
- It said, "Don't worry, baby"
- Angelic!
"I will be home"
Everyday
[instruments playing jazz tune]
Will be like a holiday
You sound glorious!
When my baby
- When my baby comes home
- When my baby comes home
- Key change!
- [all vocalizing]
Everyday
Will be like a holiday
[man] Will be like a holiday
[all] When my baby
When my baby
When my baby comes home
When my baby comes home
- When my baby comes home
- When my baby comes home
When my baby comes home
Ow!
[all cheering and applauding]
- Another shimmering success.
- [Marc] Mm.
Sophie is starting to hiccup.
[chuckles] What's your point?
[Oliver] Catch up. You deserve it,
as you do most things in this life.
You should shag the barman.
I saw him eyeing you up.
Probably because he's never seen
a single human eat so many sausage rolls.
[Oliver chuckles]
And I'd rather shag you, if that's okay.
- What, right now?
- [Marc] Mm.
Give Mrs. Bandini one more reason
to call the police
- on the puffs across the road.
- [Marc chuckling]
I'll be back at the start of the week.
We'll have lots to discuss.
I'm off, you animals. Make big mistakes.
- [all exclaiming]
- [laughs]
[Oliver] Please. I love you madly.
I love you.
[car door shuts]
["A Whiter Shade of Pale"
by Procol Harum playing]
When do I get that?
My boyfriend?
You know, I think he experimented
in drama school, didn't like it.
- Really?
- [Sophie] Mm.
I just mean like a decent human being.
Because, like, you've got that.
Me and you break up,
and now you're 15 years into all this.
- What have I got?
- Oh, honey.
So Terrance asked me to move in with him.
That took long enough.
Yeah, I haven't gotten back to him yet.
Why?
Ah, too clean.
I feel like I can't be myself there,
do you know what I mean?
No.
Be yourself, like what? Live in squalor?
- Throw garbage on the floor?
- Maybe.
If that's what I wanted to do, you know?
Hey, babe.
Talking about you.
Cool. We're, uh, talking about you too.
[Marc] Hmm.
If only you could see
how you look from across a room.
[inhales] Take your f*cking breath away.
- [Sophie exclaims]
- Up close? Big old mess.
[chuckles]
By the way, Marc,
this eggnog is [inhales] delightful.
Thank you.
You're the only one that tried it.
Merry Christmas.
- [Sophie chuckles]
- f*ck.
Looks like someone had one too many
before driving home tonight.
- [siren wailing]
- [Sophie] Oh, Jesus.
[Thomas] Hmm?
It's Oliver's cab.
["A Whiter Shade of Pale"
by Procol Harum playing]
As the miller told his tale
Mm, that her face
At first just ghostly
Turned a whiter shade of pale
[song stops abruptly]
[gentle music playing softly]
[Oliver] Lily Kayne
has gone and had her tits done.
- [Marc laughing]
- And the studio is having a meltdown
because Victoria Valentine
now has implants.
What do they expect me to do?
I write the books, they make the movies,
and you, my love,
redo our gorgeous kitchen.
- [Marc] I redo the kitchen?
- Mm-hmm.
I redo the kitchen
on top of illustrating all of your books,
and doing the covers,
and fending off
throngs of sobbing teenage girls
knocking on our door
wondering when you're going to finish
- the next two books you promised them.
- [Oliver laughs]
[Oliver] I owe you my life,
Marcus darling.
[Marc] I know you do.
[Oliver] And thank God
for those teenage girls.
[Marc] No, not tonight. Not when they're
taking you away from your own party early.
[Oliver] It's our party,
because you planned it knowing full well
that I had a book signing in Paris
in the morning.
[Marc] It's a signing.
You could have pushed a signing.
[Oliver] You don't push a Christmas
signing at the Louvre, my love.
Have I told you
how handsome you look tonight?
[Marc] Not enough, honestly.
Tell me the piano got tuned.
- [softly] The piano got tuned.
- Mmm.
Even the funny key?
[Marc laughs]
- [softly] Replaced.
- [exclaims]
[grunts] I have longed for people before
[Marc] Mm-hmm.
I've loved people before
But not like this
It was not this
Give me a world
You've taken the world I was
Did you just come up with that?
- No, Anne Carson.
- Ah.
I'd give up this house
to have written that.
[Marc] Well, we don't want that.
We just redid our kitchen.
[Oliver] Too right.
[gentle music continues]
Thank you for the party.
[woman] Oliver changed
so many people's lives.
Especially mine.
I remember reading
part of the first Victoria Valentine book
for my audition for the film and thinking
"This character
is why I wanted to be an actress."
She's strong.
Smart.
She's a truth-seeker.
Literally.
She's telepathic.
But I'm sure you all know that. [chuckles]
And now he's gone.
And my heart breaks.
For his family.
And for our movie. [cries]
All of us wondering,
"Why? Why did this have to happen?"
He had so many more stories to tell.
But life f*cking sucks.
Now we don't know if we'll end up
sh**ting the fifth and sixth movies
because he was still writing them.
So
Oliver
you little slut. [chuckles]
Okay.
I hope the studio green-lights them
in your honor,
and that we get to continue to tell
your stories for many years to come,
because we
need them.
Oliver's first word was "move."
As in, "Out of my way."
He can't have been more than one.
I was blocking his path
to our little back garden and, uh,
he was determined
to get to the snapdragons.
He loved squeezing their heads,
making them talk.
He didn't know it at the time,
but he was telling stories,
even before he could speak.
Growing up, he'd share his writing
with his mom and me.
Always about princesses
in search of things.
Um
I've been thinking a lot these days
about all the times I encouraged him
to write about something else.
Something boys would write about.
He was, uh, quite defiant.
"I'm a boy."
"And this is what I want to write about."
I can hear him now,
scolding me for underselling his stories.
I, uh had a tendency to do that, and, uh
he'd be right.
It's not
a light thing
to know that your child succeeded
in spite of you.
I only wish I could have told him
how much I regret
blocking his path to the snapdragons.
I hope you're having a laugh
with your mom up there.
What I wouldn't do
to take your place, son.
I love you.
And I'm proud of you.
I'm so
proud of you.
[tender music playing softly]
[Thomas] I've always loved your sketches.
How many times
have you promised me new work?
There'll always be space for you
when you're ready.
[exhales heavily]
Thank you for coming to stay.
Well, it's a huge burden
- [Marc chuckles]
- to get to use your kitchen
and sleep on an expensive
memory foam mattress,
- but you said you wanted company.
- Mm-hmm.
[exhales]
You okay?
So, that's a yes. [clears throat]
- She's just through here.
- [Marc] Thank you.
Thank you for coming in.
Of course.
So, before we get into everything,
I wanted you to be aware
that Oliver's publishers
are trying to get out of his deal,
as he won't be delivering
his next two books.
It's been a month.
People are disgusting.
It's a big advance.
But yes, the Americans
have never been known for their tact.
Lawyers are on it.
We'll have more for you soon.
Okay.
[woman] And you?
Haven't been sleeping?
[Marc] Mm.
[inhales deeply]
I've been, uh, reading that
the brain is like a muscle.
That's why getting over a death
is so hard,
because your brain has been trained
to feel things for a person.
And when they go away,
your head is still operating
under the impression
that it should feel those things
for that person. Like
muscle memory.
So I'm just trying to train my brain
to not feel as much for right now.
Just to get me through the next year
so that I'm not constantly reminded
of the fact that I am now both an orphan
and a widow-er.
Why, does it look like
I haven't been sleeping? [scoffs]
I think we'll hold off on the will
for today.
[gentle music playing]
- I'm going to m*rder you for this.
- You got this.
You have got this, babe, I believe in you.
[man] All right, guys.
All done setting up the bars.
Bring yourselves over here,
we'll go through
what we're going to do today.
Sit on the ankles.
Good. On the third rep,
pause at the bottom.
Hands on the inside of the knees.
Good. Lovely. In this position,
I want you to cough for me.
[all coughing]
Feel your abdominals.
- Nice. Are you okay?
- She's not doing it properly.
No, you might need
to just check your pose,
- lift your chest a bit higher.
- [snickers]
Oh, no.
Slowly back down.
- Good. One more. Up.
- [mouthing] I love you.
[man] Breathe in on the way down.
Down.
And stand.
[imperceptible]
So my hair's just like yours?
So I want to be just like you?
I want to understand it.
- I want toa lot of different guys
- [Thomas chuckles]
party until 5:00 in the morning?
You know, it's almost Shakespearean,
if you think about it,
the levels of betrayal,
and yet they continue
to show up to these dinners.
[TV continues indistinctly]
[gentle music continues]
What do you mean I have to pick a song?
It's a dating app.
The song plays
over a montage of pictures of you.
Well, is there Thank you.
Is there an option not to?
I mean, what kind of songs do people pick?
Radiohead. An awful lot of
creative directors picking Radiohead.
It's only been six months.
He doesn't have to do this.
Thank you very much.
Toni Braxton, "You're Makin' Me High."
Works every time.
- [laughs]
- [Marc] How do you know?
- Nabbed me this one, didn't it? Hmm?
- [Thomas chuckles]
[Terrance] It was the pictures
that worked for me.
I can assure you it was the pictures.
Although, had I known
what I was getting myself into...
Anyway, I had a legendary slideshow.
- Men love a thong strap, God love them.
- [Thomas] Mm-hmm.
Aw, you've kept his nudes.
- [Marc] Give me that.
- [Sophie] That's so sweet.
What? It's f*cking romantic.
I'm sorry, I was just
looking for photos of you,
and I can't find any of you
alone without him, and I
It feels weird cropping him out.
Do I look older to you?
I feel like I've aged a lot.
- No...
- [Sophie] Yes. Your husband just d*ed.
You're allowed, my God.
I believe her.
["Thank You" by Bonnie Raitt playing]
Sittin' here thinking, baby, about you
I'm wonderin' how I ever
Got through my life without you
["Thank You" continues over speakers]
[door opens, closes]
[Sophie] Hi.
Hi.
I think we should go out.
Oh, and, uh I ended things with Terrance.
What? What happened?
[Sophie] It was a long time coming, Marc.
You know, and I'm feeling good.
Feeling great, actually.
It was bringing me down. All of it.
I just refuse to be trapped
by the system, you know?
I don't want rules. I don't want threats.
He threatened you?
Who he is threatened me, Marc. Who he is.
I just can't be his kind of wife.
- Wife?
- I just said I can't be that right now.
He proposed to you?
Terrance proposed?
[Marc] No. No, no, no.
Apparently, they've just broken up.
What?
It's not it. Heart said no. Get dressed.
I told Alisdair
I'd stop by this art thing,
it's like a group exhibit
Christmas party in a warehouse.
Sounds like a nightmare.
[Marc] Thomas.
Alisdair broke up with you last year.
On your birthday.
Why are you doing this to yourself?
Because I'm thinking
of signing him to the gallery.
And my one true love is chaos.
Mine too. Marc, come on, get your sh*t.
No, I cannot go out tonight.
I have work to do.
What the f*ck kind of work
you got on a Friday night?
My therapist has given me some work to do
in preparation
for the anniversary of the time
I watched my husband
get pried out of a car like escargot.
Okay, so
He's going to be reading
Oliver's Christmas card.
I'm reading the card.
Oh my God, that f*cking card
hasn't been opened yet.
- [Thomas] That's what I said.
- Can you both relax, please?
Marcus
Lovey,
we have been here for you
whenever you've needed us
for almost a year now.
We built you the nest,
and we sat on you for a year.
It's time to hatch, my little lovely.
Open that card.
Cry it out.
Throw on something expensive
and meet us there.
Hmm?
We love you.
This is us loving you.
[tender music playing]
[exhales]
[sighs]
[music fades to silence]
[exhales sharply]
[dramatic percussive music playing]
[shouting, grunting]
- No, thank you.
- [scoffs]
Why? Are you scared?
Always. You?
- Terrified.
- Of what?
Everything beyond this.
Well, you should be.
And from my experience, all of this
will just leave you dizzy and embarrassed.
d*ck.
[shouting, grunting continues]
["With Every Heartbeat" by Robyn playing]
[indistinct chatter]
Maybe we could make it all right
Um Two red wine, please.
We could make it better sometime
[man] Thanks.
I bought you a drink.
Maybe we could make it happen, baby
Okay.
Do you make a habit
out of pissing off performance artists?
[Marc chuckles]
Can't say the work is very fresh,
but they're trying.
Aren't we all?
I think they're just looking for company.
Unlike you, it seems.
You bought me this drink.
You didn't really give me
much of a choice.
I can give it to someone else.
There's a man downstairs
painting with his cock.
Does this mean that
you want to keep me company?
Because I can assure you
that is a huge mistake.
[man laughs]
Tell me would it make you happy, baby
Do you work in art?
I used to paint.
More recently,
I've been illustrating children's books.
Why did you stop painting?
That's a big question
coming from a stranger.
Oh, my apologies.
I can compliment your jacket instead.
My mom d*ed, and I found it too painful.
So I stopped.
Fun party chat.
And you never thought
about painting through it?
[chuckles]
No, I'm too tired for masochism.
I don't know
I don't want to sound
like a pretentious assh*le,
but isn't art
a kind of commemoration of pain?
Where does it go otherwise?
- You're very lucky you're French.
- [laughs]
I guess I put it into my marriage,
which was a mistake.
So you're married?
I was.
He d*ed as well, last year.
- Sorry to hear.
- Mm.
I don't even know your name.
Theo.
Marc.
Should I have complimented your jacket?
No.
So can I ask you
to have a drink with me this week?
I'm here for a few days
before heading back to Paris.
I don't think so.
But I will put my number in your phone.
[indistinct chatter]
[Theo] Their parents bought them the space
to keep them busy.
Like a big, expensive sandbox.
The sad thing is
[whispering] They know
they're not very good.
[Sophie] Marcus.
- It was nice to meet you.
- Mm. And you, Marc.
Where the hell were you?
I've been here for 45 minutes.
Who was that?
I don't know.
Hmm. How was everything at home?
[Sophie] Alisdair has a new boyfriend.
Brought him tonight.
Waved him around in front of Thomas
like a ribbon in a g*dd*mn
rhythmic gymnastics routine.
It was a whole thing.
- You didn't know he was seeing somebody?
- No, I I'm fine. Okay?
It wasn't a whole thing.
I don't care about him.
[Sophie] It was a whole thing.
Meanwhile, I may now be
single and unemployed,
but I've lifted the veil,
and mine eyes can see.
I'm sorry, you've lost your job?
I love the fact that you jump
to the conclusion that I was fired.
- [chuckles softly]
- Look at these hands. Hmm?
Look at the calluses I have from lacing up
25 white women's corsets every day.
You studied costume design.
You're working on a Keira Knightley movie.
Precisely. I need to be
doing my own thing.
[inhales] Guys, I'm feeling really clear.
Like, really free.
She's on molly and a bottle of wine.
I'm fine.
I literally have never felt better.
I might need to stay with you guys
for, like, two weeks to six months,
just till I figure out my next move.
It'll be chic.
[Marc and Thomas chuckle]
["It's the Most Wonderful Time
of the Year" by Andy Williams playing]
It's the most wonderful time
Of the year
With the kids jingle belling
I apologize about the restaurant.
The office flooded yesterday.
The place smells like a septic t*nk.
Thank you.
I hope you got the cheese basket
I sent you last week.
I did.
- My neighbor appreciated it immensely.
- [Marc] Mm.
I'd have kept it for myself
were it not for the Crohn's.
[waitress] Hi. Can I get you anything?
A tea. Green.
Some water, thank you.
Now, as we are aware,
Oliver's publishing contract
was terminated
when he became
unable to fulfil his obligation.
- When he d*ed.
- [Imelda] Mm.
They've invoiced a substantial amount
to be reimbursed by the end of the year.
I thought it best to discuss strategy
to protect the estate.
To that point, we did notice
some irregular spending on food delivery.
That was me.
Fascinating.
I feel it advantageous to consider pruning
some of yours and Oliver's investments
so as to best safeguard your savings
from here on out.
Okay.
Now, the lease on pied--terre in Paris
is up at the end of the month,
and I recommend...
What pied--terre in Paris?
Um, leased at the beginning of December
of last year.
I assumed you were aware
as some of the charges
reflected spending for two.
- You are not that second person.
- No. I'm not.
Did he tell you he had met someone else?
I make it my business to know
as little about people as possible.
What What am I
supposed to say to to my friends?
They've wasted a year of their lives
trying to help me through this.
I have lost a year of my life.
This might not be the best venue
for you to...
- I'm 38!
- [table thuds]
Should be in the prime of my life.
Would you be able to email me
all the information on Paris, please?
I can do that.
I'm sorry.
Sorry you had to
witness all of this. Sorry.
of the year
[song ends]
- [horn honks]
- God.
Oh, thank you. Sorry. [sniffles]
Sorry, thanks.
[muttering]
[sighs in exasperation]
[exhales]
What?
Terrance wanted my stuff out.
Are you okay?
Hmm? Yeah.
Just I wanted out, you know,
and I'm out and good. [sighs]
Sorry, I don't know
what the f*ck is going on.
He just wasn't there
when I left, you know?
To help with the bags.
He just wasn't there.
Someone talk about something else,
please. Anything.
[Marc] Are you sure?
Yes, Marc, please. Just go.
Okay.
Um, I wanted to thank you both
for this year.
So, I would like to take us to Paris
for the weekend, on Oliver.
Spend his money recklessly.
It's what he would be doing
if he were there right now.
And I can't think
of a more appropriate way
to mark the one-year anniversary.
Yeah.
- Mm.
- We all deserve some joy.
Oh yes. I think this is a beautiful thing.
I think this is a beautiful, soulful thing
you are offering us.
Yes, thank you. Where are we staying?
We actually have a place there.
- [Sophie] What?
- What? Since when?
Oliver got it last year.
I plan on giving it up.
What does it feel like to casually mention
you're giving up a place in Paris?
[Sophie] Sweet thing.
He's still finding ways
to give us nice things.
["Eyes Without a Face"
by Billy Idol playing]
I'm all out of hope
One more bad dream
Could bring a fall
When I'm far from home
Don't call me on the phone
To tell me you're alone
It's easy to deceive
It's easy to tease
But hard to get release
[woman singing in French]
[Billy Idol in English]
Eyes without a face
[woman singing in French]
[Billy Idol in English]
Eyes without a face
[woman singing in French]
[Billy Idol in English]
Eyes without a face
Got no human grace
You're eyes without a face
- [suitcase thuds]
- I spend so...
[song stops abruptly]
[Thomas exhales]
[Sophie] Jesus Christ.
Uh, what?
[door closes]
[Thomas] Jesus, this place
has just been sitting here?
No, I get it.
This is sexy.
[gasps] This is where people
come to do sex.
Marc doesn't need to be reminded
of all the sex they probably had here.
I don't know. I think it's a bit much.
- Like, what was he trying to prove?
- Um, that he has really beautiful taste.
And he knows how to create
an intensely sensual vibe.
- [chuckles softly]
- [Sophie moans happily]
Can you be in love with a couch?
[gentle piano music playing]
[Thomas exhaling]
[grunts] Sophie is taking
the guest bedroom
and is demanding privacy
as a 35-year-old single woman.
Didn't she share a tent
with a bunch of strangers at Burning Man?
Yeah, she wears logic
like one of those little handbags
that can't actually hold anything.
[chuckles]
- You okay?
- Yeah.
[chuckles] Yes. Yes.
[sighs]
It's nice.
["Heartbeat" by Annie playing on speakers]
[gasps] I got a date for tonight.
[Thomas] What?
Thomas, before you pass
any kind of judgment,
you're coming with, he's bringing gays.
- Bringing gays.
- [Sophie] Mm-hmm.
Why do straight people
think their gay friends
will automatically
want to sleep with each other?
I set you two up,
and it worked, didn't it?
Yeah, for a year, 15 years ago.
[Sophie] His name is Sebastian,
he works in advertising, he's 6'1".
He spends an awful lot of time
on expensive boats,
according to his profile.
I told him you'd pick the place
since you're paying.
I'm not paying for that.
Oh, Marcus.
I'd very much like for Sebastian
to forget his f*cking name
when he sees me tonight, okay?
So I think we should
start making that happen.
Like, now.
ASAP.
- Things took a turn.
- Yep.
She also ashed on the counter.
Feel my heartbeat drumming to the b*at
Like a symphony
Feel my heartbeat drumming to the b*at
Like a melody, come see
Feel my heartbeat, feel my heartbeat
Feel my heartbeat, come on
Feel my heartbeat, feel my heartbeat
Feel my heartbeat, come on, come see
There was a time everybody was around
And I was dancing with you
Don't know your name
Making me ashamed
To feel the way that I do
The lights went out
Couldn't leave without you
It's the place to be
I won't forget
The greatest times I've had
When I was dancing with you
[song ends]
- [Marc] Hi.
- Hi.
Um, I would like to exchange this, please.
Thank you.
This is for Oliver Alston?
Yes. Oliver Alston bought this.
He spent a lot of money in this store.
Probably hit on you.
[woman] Do you know what happened to him?
It's so sad.
He would bring us coffees
when he'd come to shop.
You wouldn't happen to remember him
coming in here
with another man, would you?
[clerks speaking French]
[in English]
Um, there was a boy sometimes, younger.
Younger than you.
Um, maybe a boyfriend, I don't know.
Uh, are you his assistant?
I'm his husband.
And Oliver bought this for that boy,
uh, just before he d*ed.
d*ed in front of me,
and not the boyfriend.
Now, I have friends upstairs that
would like to buy something in the store,
and I'd like to help pay for that
with this item.
So if you could please make an exception.
Unless you'd like to watch me
slowly unravel in the store.
Okay.
Okay.
Thank you.
[Sophie] Too intellectual?
Or just intellectual enough?
Nice balance.
Smart dress.
And there's you in it.
[laughs sarcastically]
[sighs]
One day, my love, a man is going to melt
that cold, cold heart of yours.
He's just going to take
a hair dryer to it, I promise you.
I love those glasses.
And the scarf. Get them both. Why not?
[uplifting orchestral music playing]
[Marc] I loved that apartment.
- You loved that flat?
- I loved that apartment.
You two broke up five months in.
I know. Now look at us.
I think about that apartment
a lot, actually.
Do you think about the day we moved in?
- Oh my God.
- What did you find again?
- A homemade dildo behind the bed.
- [Sophie shrieks]
- [chuckles] What was it again? A shampoo...
- Perfume bottle, yes.
It was a perfume bottle that
someone had wrapped in a condom.
In their defense,
those women had a reputation
for being very messy
and forgetful prostitutes.
Legends.
Are you ever going to talk about Terrance?
See, that's the problem.
Everyone wants to talk about Terrance.
I want to talk about me.
- [Thomas] Hmm.
- Okay.
Let's talk about you.
Thank you.
[Thomas laughs]
Okay, well
I want to ride that thing at some point.
And I want to have fun tonight.
I want someone to look at me
like I'm fresh out the box.
Is that too much to ask?
No.
You liked that flat?
I remember one night
when Soph had gotten back from that bar
that she worked at that one summer,
- and you and I were in a good place
- [Thomas] Mm.
and we'd won that Elton John CD
- from the pub quiz across the street
- [chuckles]
and we put it on
and we opened all the windows,
because that place was like a steam room,
and we all laid on the bed
just hoping for a breeze.
And there was a moment
when the bass from those guys downstairs
remixed perfectly with
"This Train Don't Stop There Anymore."
- You remember the weirdest sh*t.
- No, and we were all convinced
that we were having
the same heat-induced hallucination.
But we weren't.
It was just a beautiful memory
in that apartment.
Was that the night I spilled my red wine
over those awful pointy shoes
you wore all the time, and you cried?
- [laughs] f*ck off.
- [laughs]
[chill music playing on speakers]
[man speaking French]
- [in English] How do I look?
- [exhales]
Like you didn't pay for that dress.
[Marc laughs]
Oh, here he is.
- Bonjour.
- [Sebastian chuckles]
- [snorts]
- [Sophie chuckles]
That's all the French I know.
These are my friends, Marc
- Bonjour.
- Et Thomas.
- Just Thomas. Thomas is fine.
- [laughs]
- [Sebastian] This is Esme
- [Marc] Hi.
- and Remi.
- Bonjour.
[Remi and Thomas] Bonjour.
Bonjour.
- Oh.
- [laughter]
- So, what are we drinking?
- Wine.
Mmm. Excusez-moi.
So how do you all know each other?
[Remi] We work together.
Um, I start yesterday.
You've known these people for a day?
Yes, but, um, Seb asked the office
who wanted to get laid tonight
and I thought, "Why not? It could be fun."
- You want?
- Okay. Yeah.
Oh. Okay. Mm-hmm. Mmm.
Seb told me your husband is dead.
Um he is, yeah.
That he was k*lled.
Mmm.
He was, yeah.
Not, like, m*rder*d though.
- My uncle was m*rder*d.
- Oh my God.
He work in construction.
And we later found out
he was mixed up in the mafia.
b*rned alive.
Wow.
I'm I'm sorry.
Yeah.
You must miss him.
- It's complicated.
- Yeah.
- Love is that way.
- [chuckles]
[waiter speaking French]
[in English] Are you ready to order?
[gasps] Yes, I want meat.
["Sortir ce soir" by tienne Daho playing]
I have a very strong point of view,
you know?
And I will not apologize for that.
I can't keep working under people.
I need to take charge of my life.
What is she doing?
[Sebastian] You need to do
what makes you feel good inside.
- [Sophie] Exactly.
- And only you know.
Only I know.
Okay. All right.
In theory, okay,
but I thought I'd have my own gallery
by now. That's also life.
Sometimes you do things you don't wanna do
to get to where you want to go.
No, no. You don't get it.
You don't get it. Mm-mm.
Does he not get it,
or are you not willing to hear him?
Says the boy who worked for his husband.
[laughs]
Okay, I will not feel bad
about working with my husband.
Lily f*cking Kayne would not have a career
if it weren't for my illustrations, so
Babes, babes, babes,
I would k*ll for what you have.
Own it.
[man speaks French, laughs]
- [crowd exclaims]
- [applause]
[waiter speaking French]
[gasps] Who ordered these?
[Sebastian] You did.
- Send them over.
- That's just what you need.
[Sophie] Okay.
To doing what makes you feel good inside.
[hiccups]
You're going to find out
what a good singer I am.
I can't wait to see that.
[Sophie] Fabulous.
- [Sebastian] Are you?
- [Sophie] Mm-hmm.
[men laughing]
[man speaking French]
["We Belong" by Pat Benatar playing]
Whatever we deny or embrace
For worse or for better
We belong
We belong, we belong together
Uh-oh.
- ["Just Another Day" playing]
- I, I don't want to say
I don't want to fight another day
Make it through the day without you
Without you
Well, it's 2:00 a.m.,
which means that my husband
officially d*ed a year ago today.
For such a meticulous person,
he left behind one hell of a mess.
["This Train Don't Stop There Anymore"
by Elton John playing]
This is for him.
- And for you.
- [man chuckles]
And her.
You may not believe it
But I don't believe in miracles anymore
And when I think about it
I don't believe I ever did for sure
All the things I've said in songs
All the purple prose you bought from me
Reality's just black and white
The sentimental things I'd write
Never meant that much to me
I used to be the main express
[all singing] All steam and whistles
Heading west
Picking up my pain from door to door
Riding on the storyline
Furnace burning overtime
- But this train
- [all] But this train don't stop
This train don't stop
This train don't stop there anymore
Anymore [chuckling]
[door closes]
- Your tongue is blue.
- [chuckles]
The drinks were blue.
And I'm only just realizing how this
must look to someone I've only met once.
I'm not normally like this.
Besides shoving your blue tongue
down my throat
[snorts]
- and knocking my head against the wall
- Mm-hmm.
you're not that bad.
I don't know what that was.
It felt sexy.
It felt like a sexy thing to do.
Would you like
to give your tongue some air?
Yeah.
Give me a second.
- [laughter]
- [Sophie] Mmm.
You all right?
[Marc chuckling] No.
[whines]
- [Thomas] Hey.
- [Marc] Yeah?
Where are you going?
- [Marc] I'm gonna go for a walk.
- No, sit down.
[Marc] No. I'll be right back.
I'll be right back. Have fun.
[Theo] Come on.
I thought I wouldn't hear from you.
I also thought that.
But things change.
- Oh, wow.
- Hmm.
- What changed for you?
- A lot.
I guess I felt lonely.
I don't know if that's a rude thing
to say to you.
Why is it rude?
Well, I feel like I might take offense
to that.
I... Like, the only reason
someone wanted to get in touch
was because they felt alone
and wanted company.
Like the reason
for getting in touch wasn't
romantic enough, it's practical.
And what's wrong with that?
You were lonely, you thought of me.
I think that's kind of romantic.
These days, everybody needs a parade
to show how much they care
about each other.
[Marc] Well, a lot of people are insecure.
Like, you're not very confident
without being arrogant,
which is a very hard thing to pull off.
[Theo] I think arrogant people
have something to prove.
[Marc chuckles]
Don't we all have something
to prove to somebody?
Yeah, sure.
I'd just rather be upfront about it.
I think a lot of people would like
to be upfront about a lot of things.
But honesty doesn't just
spill out of a lot of people.
It should.
[waiter speaking French]
Merci.
[in English] They haven't changed
the recipe in 65 years.
- Mmm.
- [Theo] Hmm.
How are you feeling now?
I'm all right.
If the waiter came by and asked you
what you thought about the soup
and you said, "All right"
[laughs]
they would ask us to leave.
No, they would probably be asking us
why we're eating French onion soup
on a date.
Is this a date?
I don't know, you tell me.
You seem like a very transparent person.
What does it mean?
That you don't look like you lie a lot.
I don't know. I try not to lie.
[Marc] Hm.
I've been lying for a long time.
To a lot of people.
And it feels really heavy. [sighs]
Like I'm swimming with my clothes on
and I can't take them off.
I stopped liking my job,
but I keep working because it pays well.
And that makes me feel sick.
- [Marc] Hmm.
- But not sick enough to quit.
Which makes me feel even more sick.
- You should quit your job.
- Yes.
[laughs]
What are you doing?
- I'm trying to take your clothes off.
- [laughs]
I just told you something truthful.
Now, it's your turn
to tell me something that's not a lie.
I'll try not to judge.
[clicks tongue]
[inhales deeply]
[clicks tongue]
I feel like I abandoned my mom
when I met my husband.
Like I chose a distraction over
sitting alone with her death or something.
Didn't take the time to grieve
or
live with the reality that she's gone.
I didn't do that.
I opted out.
Hmm.
Stopped painting. I avoided things
that would remind me of her, even though
all I want is to be reminded of her.
And I can feel myself
doing the same thing with Oliver.
I agreed to an open marriage
out of fear, not trust.
He asked,
and the idea of giving him
a reason to leave
felt scarier than keeping him happy,
so that's what I did.
There were rules.
Work trips, one and done.
- "I don't want to hear about it."
- [Theo chuckles]
But he broke those rules.
And I can
I can feel myself choosing anger
to distract from
from how much I miss him.
All I want is to be able
to have that fight with him.
- You should start painting again. I think.
- [laughs]
I've also been told I overstep.
[Marc] Mm.
This is a terrible game.
[both chuckle]
[gentle piano music playing]
- [Marc] It's a shame your city's so ugly.
- [Theo] I know.
- [Marc] Yeah. It's a real problem.
- [Theo] I know. Yeah.
- I should move.
- [Marc chuckles]
[Marc] What are we doing?
- [Theo] Surprise.
- [Marc chuckles]
- [Theo] Just wait.
- [Marc] Okay.
[knocks]
[Theo speaking French]
Merci.
[in English]
Have you ever been here?
[Marc] No, I have not.
I've always wanted to, but
Merci.
[gentle music continues]
[music swells emotionally]
[Theo] Monet lost two wives and his son,
and was losing his sight
when he painted these.
We are standing in a house of loss.
Wow.
- He wins.
- [laughs]
This is how someone chose to remember
the things he loved.
- It's quite special, no?
- Hmm.
It's amazing.
Imagine being able to do this.
You can do this.
[laughs]
I No, I can't do this.
No, you can't do this,
because this has already been done.
Pretty successfully.
But you can do something.
You're very nice to me.
It's intentional.
I'm sorry about your husband.
And your mom.
Hello?
[keys jangle]
Hello?
[muffled conversation]
- Where were you?
- [Thomas] Where were you?
[sighs] Relax, would you, Thomas?
[Thomas] Where did you go?
I went for a walk. Why? What's going on?
A long walk.
Yeah, it was a long walk.
What's the problem?
I had to pay for everyone's bill
at karaoke.
Okay, I'll obviously pay you back
for the karaoke bill.
That's not the point.
I mean, it is, and yes, you will.
You said you'd come back.
You didn't come back.
Sophie couldn't talk
by the end of the night.
- [Sophie grunts]
- And?
And while I was paying 1,500 euro
for everyone's bill,
she f*cking left, never picked up
her phone again rest of the night.
I told you, I left it at the bar.
Okay, I'm
I don't get where this is going.
She leaves with a guy none of us know.
You were gone.
Sure, maybe I'd taken a pill,
maybe I was a bit drunk,
but when I don't hear back
from our best friend
after something like that,
I'm gonna get scared.
Okay, okay. Makes sense.
But you could have taken home
that little thing
and had this entire place to yourself.
- Clearly, we were fine.
- Were we?
Soph, do you want to tell him
where you ended up last night?
Hello?
Thomas, I'm sorry, okay?
I appreciate you. Can we just move on?
Soph was picked up by the police.
She was found sleeping near a bus shelter,
half an hour outside the city.
So, while you were napping,
I was with her dealing with that.
Are you okay?
Yes.
I'm here, aren't I?
I honestly don't know when I became
the only friend on this f*cking trip.
- [Marc] Okay, okay.
- [Sophie groans] Jesus.
Thomas, I am sorry
that you had to go through that.
Are you still on the dr*gs?
[chuckles softly]
I'm I'm just trying...
How is it your husband dying has only
made you even more of a spoiled brat?
[lock rattling]
Hello?
I'm I'm sorry.
I think I have the wrong apartment.
Then how did your key
let you into this one?
[man] I'm sorry, I didn't think
anyone would be here.
[Thomas] What the f*ck is going on?
Who are you?
I'm Luca.
Do you wanna tell them,
or would you like me to?
Oliver met someone else.
- What do you mean?
- That's what this is.
[Sophie] Hold on, hold on.
Oliver gave this kid
the keys to your apartment.
- I didn't know you.
- It's not our apartment.
It's Oliver's apartment.
And yours, presumably?
No.
I only found out about all of this
very recently,
and if I'm being honest,
it was just all too pathetic.
But I needed to see this place
before I gave it up, and I
I wanted to do something nice
for you both...
It's the lying that's pathetic, Marc.
- Thomas.
- I shouldn't be here.
I'm in the middle of something.
Is there anything you can do on your own?
You have to drag us out here
to, what, keep you company
while you scope out
your husband's double life?
I opened Oliver's Christmas card.
He told me he had met someone else.
I fell apart. I made a bad call.
[Thomas] Hmm.
I do want to spend time with you.
This was never supposed to be...
- It wasn't like that.
- He wrote that in the card to you?
You pretended like you'd been here before.
Thomas, it's like an ache right here.
What is?
Loss.
It's like a little ulcer right here
that never goes away.
And you somehow figure out ways
to take your mind off it enough
to not feel it as much.
But yeah, sometimes you lose sight
of what's going on around you
because you just [inhales deeply]
You just want to be able
to breathe the way you did before.
So yeah, I messed up.
And I'm sorry for being a spoiled brat.
I'm just trying to figure out
how to live with the reality
that my husband d*ed
leaving me
to get back to this. This.
I'm sorry
you're having to deal with that,
but I'm allowed to feel things too.
I think you should go.
I don't have anywhere to go tonight.
[Marc sighs]
Can I at least stay here
until I figure out where to go?
- [Marc sighs]
- I can wait in the bathroom.
Oh my God, he's not hiding
in the f*cking bathroom.
I'm sorry, don't you live here?
I live in Berlin.
Then how did you meet my husband?
If there is another apartment in Berlin...
I live in Berlin,
but I dance a lot in Paris.
I won Oliver's art scholarship.
[exhales]
[Luca] I was performing in Paris
last year,
and Oliver came backstage after the show
to introduce himself.
Yeah, I'm sure he did.
We kept in touch, and then we just
- Where are you gonna go?
- He can't stay here.
- He's got nowhere else to go.
- [Marc] I know that.
I am not the bad person in this situation.
And what, is he supposed
to stay here with us?
[melancholy music playing]
[alarm beeping]
Can I help?
No.
Can you not do that inside, please?
Sorry, but the atmosphere in this room
is strangling me.
- [Luca] Can I have a drag?
- Take it.
It's okay?
A cigarette at dinner?
I didn't know I'd woken up in 1988.
[Sophie] Yeah.
I'm sorry, I
I don't even know what this is.
I'm sorry, everybody. I've messed up.
Should someone say something
before we eat?
Thomas, I really don't think the Lord
should be allowed anywhere near this food.
I think he was talking about Oliver.
Right. Sorry.
I'm sorry.
I'm sorry.
[clears throat]
It's fine.
[Sophie] Marc, f*ck.
Can you just let it
not be fine for me, please?
Just let it not be fine.
Let me apologize for f*cking up tonight.
Because if I don't, we'll just
move past it like we always do.
Thomas, I'm sorry about last night.
And I'm sorry
for brushing off your feelings.
And I'm really sorry I scared you.
I don't know you,
but I'm sorry you have to listen to this.
Oh, Marc, I'm sorry.
We should be out dancing right now.
That's what he would have wanted.
And I know he did some shady sh*t to you,
but you have to know that
Oliver loved you so hard.
For so long.
And I'm sorry he's not here anymore.
[cries]
[Sophie] And I miss him.
[sighs] f*ck it.
[melancholy music playing]
He expected more from us.
[record thuds]
["Only Love Can Break Your Heart"
by Neil Young playing over speakers]
To the f*cking pain.
And you. Come on.
and on your own
How did it feel to be alone?
I was always thinking of games
That I was playing
Terrance left me.
And I deserved it.
- Try to be sure right from the start
- [Sophie sighs]
I need some air.
Yes, only love can break your heart
What if your world should fall apart?
Okay, we're on the Ferris wheel.
Can you tell us what's going on?
- Jesus, Thomas, you're intense.
- [song fades away]
Terrance got tired of waiting for me
to wake the f*ck up.
And I don't blame him.
[sighs] I'm a lot.
All this time,
I thought Terrance was too safe for me.
But he wasn't safe.
He was safety.
And that's the part I wasn't getting.
Because I'm a lot.
I'm a 35-year-old woman
who had a good man who loved her,
and I chose a bus stop.
If it makes you feel better, I don't think
anyone actually has their sh*t together.
Okay. That's where I disagree.
I think people
can have their sh*t together
and live lives that aren't a total mess.
And be kind to people,
and be generous to people,
and want good things for people.
So, no, I think that's a cop-out.
It's keeping you both from realizing
your behavior has hurt people.
See, when I asked for the truth...
Okay, is this because
I left early last night?
No, it's a bigger-picture thing.
Well, what is the bigger picture?
It
What's the bigger picture, Thomas?
There isn't a bigger picture, okay?
Can we get off this thing?
Why is it that you only get this on edge
when he's let you down?
Why is it only him?
People feel things
that are inconvenient, Thomas.
It happens.
It sucks, but it happens.
That's okay.
It's never me.
And I don't know why.
Not just with you, it's just never me.
I'm never the one.
It's like people can smell it on me.
It could be so easy for us, you know.
[Marc] I know.
I know.
But it wasn't.
And that's not on you.
It's on us.
[groans]
[exhales]
I think I just need to go home,
and we should lay low for a bit.
- What?
- [Thomas] I don't want it
to be a big dramatic thing
on a Ferris wheel in Paris.
You're right,
people don't have their sh*t together.
But I think, for our sake
we have to try harder.
[gentle music playing]
[Marc] No, no.
- No, no, no.
- [man] Round we go again!
- We're going again.
- No.
[Marc] Maybe he's putting us through.
[laughs]
f*cking hell.
[Marc] So what time
are you planning on heading back?
There's trains every hour,
so whenever I can.
I'll come with you.
Got some stuff to do at home.
Unless you want me to stay?
No, no, it's fine.
Do what you need to do.
[cell phone vibrates]
[Marc exhales]
I think I'm going to take this.
Okay.
See you back in London.
- I'll text you when we get home.
- Okay.
I love you.
plus tard.
Sebastian taught me that last night
when I left his house crying.
Get one last look
at this hot f*cking mess, my friends.
She has served us well.
[gentle music continues]
[knock on door]
- Hi.
- [Marc] Hi.
- Come in.
- Okay.
Should I take my shoes off?
- No.
- Okay.
[Marc] Mm.
- So
- [Marc chuckles]
[sighs]
Well
Everything came out,
and my friends are going home.
It went over well?
[chuckles] Really, really well. Yeah.
I'm sorry to hear.
I think it was an inevitability.
It's a lot of love,
and misplaced sadness.
You just described half of Paris.
[bag zips]
Hi.
Hi.
[Marc breathes deeply]
He got you a Christmas present.
I took it back.
[Luca] I'm sorry.
He loved you very much.
I don't even know what we were doing.
He didn't want to leave you.
[Marc] Mm.
He didn't want to leave his marriage.
He was planning on talking to you
about this, we were just...
Our marriage.
Yes, I'm sorry.
I knew it wasn't worth all this.
You know
I had never met anyone
who was so curious about me.
He was curious about everyone.
And everything.
That's why being the one
to hold his curiosity felt so good.
I miss that.
A lot.
[exhales]
- So have you been staying here, or...
- No.
No, he had only just gotten it.
For work, I think.
And it wasn't like that.
I don't blame you
for feeling something for my husband.
It's hard not to.
- A hug might be pushing it, you know.
- [chuckles softly]
Yeah. I understand.
[contemplative music playing]
So, the estate agent called to say
they'd like to list the London house
next week.
Okay.
You're okay with that?
I am, yeah.
That house isn't mine. It was always his.
I feel like you're not into this idea.
My opinion is of little relevance here.
Well, you manage my finances,
I'm selling my house.
Your opinion isn't irrelevant.
I trust you're not running away?
From him, I mean.
Mmm.
My wife d*ed 12 years ago this month.
I ran.
From her.
From us.
Physiology has a clever way
of protecting us
from what we perceive
to be a thr*at to our bodies.
Which is why
the more we close ourselves off
the less we feel.
At the time, that benefited me.
I got on with it. Went back to school.
Studied finance.
Built up a successful business.
Nice house.
Good clothes.
Never having desired anyone else.
And you can survive that way.
Until the usualness of it all
starts creeping in.
And the new life you'd built as a refuge
begins to feel like a void.
Because, as it turns out
to avoid sadness
is also to avoid love.
That hindsight is a discomfort that
you will forever mistake for indigestion.
[gentle music playing]
[Sophie] Well, I've been hustling
to get that trust back,
but he's not making it easy.
Is he playing games?
[Sophie] No.
All the feelings are still there.
And he says
he still wants to marry me eventually.
So, if that's going to happen one day
he needs to know that I'm good, you know?
- And I get it.
- Hmm.
It's a miracle he's not the worst.
- Oh my God, biblical.
- [exhales]
- Better than it was, huh?
- [Marc] Mm.
Have you talked to Thomas?
[Sophie] I have.
Actually set him up on the apps.
Big step.
Oh, huge.
There's an offer in on the house.
- Oh, f*ck you.
- [Marc chuckles]
I will have a guest room ready for you
at the new house.
If you think I'm taking
an hour-long train ride to see you,
you're out of your tiny mind.
I need to be somewhere else.
I want to paint alone in a room
overlooking the ocean
like some sad lesbian in a period drama.
- Oh, Christ, no.
- [Marc laughs]
Please, let me have that.
End of an era, huh?
Huge.
Proud of you.
I'm proud of you.
But I'm serious.
You'll be coming up here
more than I'm going to be going there.
Sober and selfish.
Oh my God, that's the title of my memoir.
I love you.
["Hope" by Haerts playing]
Love
Is the air the fools breathe
As they hope
That there's more than they see
Leave
There's no reason to stay
I will follow
And we search for the reasons
And pray for the gods
Day by day
Building our bridges on common ground
We hope
For what's never been there
[song fades out]
It's for you.
- Well, I should hope so.
- [laughs]
He He was a beauty, wasn't he?
Yeah, it was almost annoying.
He'd have loved this, Marc.
Thank you.
Really.
[gasps]
Get out of town.
Oh, I don't believe it.
Look. Look!
- [Terrance laughs]
- [Sophie gasps]
I love it. You're a genius.
- Aw, I'm glad you like it.
- [Sophie] Oh my God, well done. [gasps]
It's nice to see this thing back on track.
Let me see the ring, let me see the ring.
Things are never on track with this one,
but it's back.
- And it's on.
- [Marc chuckles]
Okay, just because
your face is on this wall
does not mean that you can touch
or take home any of the paintings.
- Moi?
- [Marc] Mmm.
Hands by our sides at all times.
We have some gorgeous sparkling water here
for you tonight.
- Thank you, darling man.
- [Terrance] Very nice.
Really wonderful. Really cool.
[sighs]
I'm glad you came.
Considering how many times
I begged you to start painting again,
you're lucky I didn't come out of spite.
I heard I make a cameo in this show?
Without my written consent?
- Welcoming lawsuits as Christmas presents.
- Hmm.
You're even better than I remember.
It's a step.
I brought my boyfriend.
I hope that's okay.
We went with boyfriend and not partner?
I had my money on partner.
Oh, f*ck off.
- [Marc] Who's this?
- Ben.
- Ben, it's very nice to meet you.
- [Ben] It's nice to meet you.
Thank you for coming.
- Just meeting Ben.
- Hi. Yeah.
- Good to see you.
- [Sophie] Hey, pal-so.
[indistinct chatter]
- [all laughing]
- Have you seen the ring?
[Thomas] Oh yeah, I heard all about it.
[Sophie] Do you see me?
[Thomas] Yes, we all see you.
["Hope" continues instrumentally]
["Hope" ends]
[gentle music playing]