Good evening Los Angeles...
Currently 62 degrees
in the City of Angels.
Playing nothing but the greatest hits...
Oh, here we go.
- You ready for this?
- What, for living with you?
- Yes ma'am.
- Er...
You know, if you wanna pull the rip cord,
you kind of have to do it soon.
Max, will you take the next right?
- Why?
- Please.
I know where I'm going.
Hun, I have seen what happens next
and I need you to listen to me.
Please, please take the next right.
That's right. You can see the future.
I forgot who I was dealing with.
- Should have said something.
- I have. So many times.
Jesus.
Jesus, Harriet, what,
you trying to k*ll us?
No, I love you.
I am trying to save you, you idiot.
I love you too.
Trying to save me from what?
Please just stop the car.
Just stop the car, Max!
Baby, just let me drive.
God, sometimes I just wish I
didn't miss you this much.
I'm sitting right...
I know.
Thanks. Bye.
- Morning, Headphones.
- Morning, Delores.
How can I start over without him?
Sometimes I'm angry.
I pick a fight with a ghost,
and then I feel guilty about it.
I feel you, Anne. And thank you.
Loving someone you lose,
loving in general,
can sometimes feel like having
a mental illness.
It's just not covered by health insurance.
So does anyone have anything
else to say before we wrap up?
Okay then, uh, let's call it.
Loss might be forever...
...but grief is only temporary.
Exactly. Alright, good week you guys.
Hey, if there's anything I can do
to make the room more comfortable for you.
No, it's good. It's good. Thank you.
Two years is coming up.
Yeah, it is.
- You taking your meds?
- Yeah.
Any more seizures?
No, no. Avoiding all triggers.
Music in general, so...
Okay. We know it's
not just about the music.
You're making a conscious choice
to hide out in your grief.
I get it.
Okay.
Just take care of yourself.
I will. Thank you.
sh*t.
I'm so sorry.
Really?
- Is she that high?
- No. No. This is all her.
- Hi.
- Hi.
- I love you.
- Love you too, you freak.
Be right back.
Where you goin', Hare?
Harriet, come dance with me.
- Sam, I miss you.
- What?
Lady?
Lady? Are you okay?
What's happening?
Talk to me. Are you okay? Do I need to
call an ambulance? What's going on?
- What's going on?
- I'm fine.
You sure you're okay?
I got the worst of it, I'm fi--
I'm gonna call it a day.
Yeah, call it a day, and then tomorrow I
get a call from your lawyer?
Can I get a photo of your insurance card?
- Let's go!
- Can I get your...?
Yeah, I'll give you my number, and you
call me, and we can sort it out.
- Okay.
- I'm really sorry.
- Yeah.
- Thank you.
- Speak.
- I have to talk to you, is it safe?
It's safe.
Hi.
- I didn't mean to interrupt.
- Yes, you did.
- Such good advice.
- What?
The lyrics. Leon Haywood.
This song is a monster.
Your EQ is off.
That's better.
What?
I had a Max moment.
Shocker.
No, like a bad one in public. One of our
songs was blaring out of some guy's car.
Did it get weird?
- Yeah, I passed out in the street.
- Where'd it take you?
Halloween, 2018. You had that party.
You were dressed like Prince.
I was?
Yeah, but I couldn't play out the memory.
I had to unplug and get out of there.
Oh my God, 2018.
I was still seeing that guy Shane, right?
- Morris, I passed out in traffic.
- He sucked.
Well, relax.
You're here now, okay, in one piece.
You've been really good
about not having spells in public.
They're not spells.
Okay. Whatever they are, you're fine.
TikTok still rules the world,
and I'm still single as a dollar bill,
so the space time continuum
seems to be intact.
It's gonna be two years tomorrow.
I know, baby.
But maybe it's time to start
living in the present tense again.
You know I can't like this.
So you're just gonna spend the rest of
your life looking for a song?
What if I can save him?
What if I can change that moment
and the accident never happened?
I would listen to every record
that ever existed to find it.
How about...
no time travel for you tonight?
Just give yourself a break.
He won't turn right and
you won't stop the car.
I know, I know.
I can't seem to change anything he does.
That's-- I do hope that you figure it out.
I miss the girl that I met freshman year,
who used to take me so far out,
underground karaoke clubs,
drag queen bingo, raves in
an abandoned dumpling palace.
Oh my god. Don't. No.
Are they new?
They are.
- Can I borrow some, try them?
- Sure.
I'm spinning at Counterpoint
Records tomorrow night.
Might be cool if you roll through.
I'll play the safe stuff.
Yeah. Yeah.
Live, baby. Live.
Maybe.
Okay, great. Pass some of these out.
- At the library?
- We'll take what we can get.
Cool.
The missing record will reveal itself.
Okay?
Thank you.
- Production's good.
- Well, I came for Kendrick, not this sh*t.
I like it.
Better than the shoegaze shitshow
you usually make me listen to.
How many times have I come to see you
play disco and house music?
As many times as you wanted to.
'Cause it's good sh*t.
'Cause you can hear the production.
'Cause you can dance to it.
Like you can to this.
Yacht rock has great production. Some of
the best engineered albums of all time.
Sonic wallpaper, like eating a ham
sandwich on Wonder Bread.
People write dissertations on Steely Dan.
I'll accept that, 'cause
Donald Fagen was a genius.
You're annoying.
I like ham sandwiches.
May I?
No one ever told you not to
take anything from strangers?
I'm Max. Now we're not strangers.
That's my spliff, by the way.
You're welcome.
Thanks.
- What?
- Mad Max.
I've never actually
even seen the original.
It's all about
Tina Turner in Thunderdome.
We'll watch it together.
- Will we? What makes you say that?
- I can see the future.
Oh, can you?
So what happens next?
I'll follow you into that crowd,
and actually start to believe
in love at first sight.
Which until now I thought
only happened in movies.
- Or Shakespeare.
- Or Shakespeare.
Or most romantic era poetry,
Lord Byron, et cetera.
Sorry.
You're very sure of yourself.
So how does this end up?
Tragically.
Well.
Well?
Thanks for the hit.
What in the name of Luther
Vandross just happened?
I just met the guy who's
gonna change my life.
You in your bag. I can't hold you.
So that's it? You're just
gonna like, let him walk away?
He's totally feeling it.
Wait for it.
Hey, future girl.
What's your name?
Harriet.
Well, Harriet, you coming?
Damn.
Hi, Mom.
Yeah, I'm just getting up for work. I--
I know. I'm fine.
Yeah, everything's good.
I'm good. I'm back on track.
I think I'm gonna get
back in the studio soon.
How are you? How's New York?
Yeah, I was thinking Thanksgiving,
but I'm just about to run out the door.
Can I actually call you back?
Love you too.
Just kind of feels like I'm on autopilot,
you know? Like...
I mean, I cried more over
my dog than I did my dad.
I'm not sure if that's right
or wrong, but just what I felt.
Thank you Robert.
Who else would like to
share anything today?
I would.
Oh, okay, Harriet. What's on your mind?
Um...
Today marks two years since
my boyfriend Max passed away.
It's a big milestone.
Yeah, it's just that
I see him all the time.
It's just so easy to be
pulled back into the past.
But I think I know what I need to do to
fix it, so I'm just gonna focus on that.
I don't know, maybe I wouldn't be, um...
standing here feeling miserable and
sounding ridiculous. So...
Okay, um, how do you mean?
I...
Awesome.
Don't worry about those.
We've got some open seats here.
- Harriet, continue.
- I'm good. I'm finished. Thank you.
Okay, um, well thanks for that.
Anyone else?
Anyone else?
New guy?
Um...
Oh!
- You okay?
- Yes.
Let me help you.
Sorry. Thank you.
- Yeah, of course.
- Such a klutz.
Happens to the worst of us.
- You okay?
- Yeah, I just...
Ego bruised.
What's-- what's all this?
Uh, they're uh... they're trying
to save the record store.
- Ah. They're an endangered species.
- They are.
Thanks.
Hey, I'm sorry for interrupting you
in there earlier.
Oh God, no. It's the first time
I've said anything in there,
so I'm sure you saved me
from sounding like an idiot.
No.
Thank you.
Sure.
Sorry. Have we met?
- Not that I know of.
- Right. Sorry.
Um, thank you.
- Hey.
- Hey, Headphones.
Sound good?
So why are you so afraid of bass lately?
- What are we listening to?
- Uh, you're better than that.
- I know it's Roxy, but it's an edit.
- Look in the 12 inch promo section.
Tom, where's the 12 inch promo section?
You're right there.
It's just on your left.
Yes.
You came.
Figured I'd come to the rescue.
Okay, Batman.
No, I mean I can at
least buy a few records.
Do you work here?
No. My friend's DJ-ing as a favor.
He knows the owner.
My parents used to listen
to this album over and over.
It's a classic.
- And I love how music can do that.
- What?
Pull you back to some moment in time.
Yep.
Excuse the nostalgia.
No, you're standing
neck deep in nostalgia.
- I like this version.
- I know. I'm actually looking for it.
- Is this it?
- Yes.
Tom, do you have another copy of this?
That's a limited edition.
We just got the one.
I guess it's mine.
Do you even have a record player?
Yes.
Wow.
I can't believe you're
actually doing this to me.
Okay, um...
- What about joint custody?
- Of the record?
Of the record.
If you, um...
give me your number, maybe we can discuss
the details of the custody agreement.
Oh, we're doing this.
Expect a call from my lawyers.
Will do.
I will go now.
Okay.
Hey buddy. If you're gonna steal that,
you're gonna have to pay for it first.
Oh, I'm sorry.
Uh, how much is this?
To you? Fifteen bucks.
- Keep the change.
- Cheers.
You really gonna leave me here all alone?
You gonna let me go in by myself?
What kind of girlfriend are you?
- Max, I have to tell you something.
- You love me madly?
- Seriously.
- It doesn't get any better than this?
What were you gonna tell me?
I'll tell you next time.
Hello?
If you wanna see your record alive,
meet me at Civil Coffee at four PM.
What-- Who is this?
It's David.
From the record store, uh,
the grief support group.
I was, I was joking.
- Hi.
- Did I wake you up?
No, sorry.
- Yeah. No. Unless you don't want to.
- No, I-I do. I'll, I'll see you at four.
Um...
Bring proof of life.
I'm sorry. It's something
I think they say in hostage situations.
Yeah.
- Uh, okay.
- Okay. I'll...
- I'll see you then.
- I guess, bye.
Bye.
- Hi. Hi.
- Hi. Sorry.
- What are you listening to?
- What?
- What are you, what are you listening to?
- Uh, nothing.
I can hear the music from your headphones.
I mean, I'm just uh, shuffling through
random Spotify playlists.
Oh, you gonna keep
those on the whole time?
Yeah. I kind of have to.
- Okay.
- Sorry. It's a medical thing.
What kind of medical thing?
Um...
I actually don't know how to talk
about it. It's complicated.
Okay.
Well, I hate talking anyway.
I'll just say stupid sh*t.
- So maybe keep the headphones on.
- Right. And just sit here awkwardly.
Perfect. I'll just stare at you while you
drink coffee and listen to music.
- Make it super weird.
- Good.
As for me, I'm great. My life is perfect.
Figured it all out.
Mm. Right. Same, actually.
You will not find someone more functional
and well adjusted.
Hence all the counseling with Dr. Bartlet.
- How long have you been doing that for?
- Just since everything.
I was in an accident with my boyfriend.
Well, was my boyfriend.
I'm sorry.
Just can't seem to pull
myself back together.
What about you?
My parents.
My mom got sick and passed away.
A few months later
my dad went in his sleep.
It was beautiful in this kind of sad way.
Like he couldn't live without her.
But it's fine 'cause I always
wanted to be an orphan.
I'm joking.
- Take good care of her.
- Oh, I will.
It's good.
I'll send it to you.
- Sorry. Sorry.
- What?
I don't know. It's, uh,
isn't looking good for you, is it?
No, it is not.
Yep. You are absolute toast.
- Ah!
- I wish I didn't have to do this.
What you doing? Where're you going?
No, I like this song.
- Sorry.
- You okay?
I'm really sorry.
So you just ran off?
Well, yeah. I didn't wanna have
a fit in front of him and freak him out.
So you had a fit in front of him,
freaked him out, and then ran off.
Well yeah, when you put it like that,
it doesn't sound quite so rational.
Well, not your best move.
You could have talked your way out of it.
And say what? "Hey, I travel back in time
every time a song reminds
me of my boyfriend."
How am I supposed to be
with someone else like this?
It's time to move on.
Sell his Hi-Fi, the records. Dump his
busted-ass chair out on the street.
See this new guy.
- Max would want that.
- No, he wouldn't.
You lost yourself when you lost him.
assh*le.
assh*le?
All I've been is supportive.
Lately I just feel sorry for you.
- I get it. You're sick of my sh*t.
- Yes, I am fed up with your sh*t.
You-- you're pissing away your life and
talent. You could've been the next...
Alan Parsons.
Morris, I was never gonna be Alan Parsons.
Okay.
Girl, I'm here for you,
but I'm the last man standing.
You've pushed everyone else away.
You gotta accept reality, Hare.
Do you like this guy?
Yeah, I just...
It feels like I'm cheating.
Like, I'm not trying to be insensitive,
but you can't cheat on a dead guy.
Sorry, but it's, it's true.
Yeah. But it won't be
true when I find the record,
and I stop him from buying the chair.
To say I'm concerned about
you is such an understatement.
Do you have a gig coming up?
Yeah. Bears in Space.
You need a plus one?
Edie?
Yeah?
You wanna ask those customers downstairs
if they need any help?
No, not really.
Cool. I have an idea then.
When this place goes under,
you can get a job at Starbucks
and pay down your college debt.
I have a better idea.
We sell this place and then
we let it become a Starbucks.
Or we could spend every day here,
haunted by our parents.
I'm not having this conversation again.
We're not selling.
I could pay off my college debt.
You could move back up to SF.
Okay. You want to deal
with the probate court?
Pass.
I'm going to the desert
with everyone next week.
You could shut the store, live a little,
and come with us.
No, thank you. But go have fun.
Can't tell if you're
being passive aggressive.
Neither can I. Look, you do you,
but you're closing up tonight. Okay?
Fine.
- How's the counseling thing going?
- Good.
- You're welcome to join, you know.
- I'm good.
There was this girl there...
Mm-hmm?
Please don't do the
wounded bird thing again.
All right. I appreciate
the reminder. Thank you.
Anytime.
- Can I get some help, please?
- And that's all you.
- Smile.
- Don't tell me what to do.
Love you too.
Listen, there's a reason why,
in more than a few languages,
the word for love and the word for
suffering are one and the same.
Think about that. Everybody gets it.
Everybody's experienced it, so much so
that they have one word for it.
You know, we're lucky we have two.
Is that lucky? I don't know. Anyway...
either way, we're not
alone on this planet in our group...
Hey.
Hey.
- Doing okay?
- Look, I--
Yeah, I'm, I'm so sorry
about the coffee shop.
You deserve so much better than that.
I know you're going through
your own everything right now.
It's no worries at all.
Will you let me make it up to you?
I can do way better, I promise.
Sure.
I will take these off inside.
Um, it's called a line darling.
The back is down toward Canada.
Oh, we're on Morris's list.
- Name?
- Harriet Gibbons.
You're not in Silver Lake anymore.
- We don't live in Silver Lake.
- Sure you don't. Have fun.
Thank you.
- Hi!
- Hey!
David, Morris. Morris, David.
I didn't get a chance meet
you at the record store.
- Right.
- Yeah. That's my bad.
- Lovely to meet you.
- You too.
Girl, that boy is fine.
- Have fun!
- Okay.
Quite the dancer.
- It's all those years of training.
- Seriously?
No.
So let me get this straight.
You have to wear headphones everywhere
except record stores and drag discos.
I know. I don't make sense.
Why? What's up with you?
I guess I'm...
...haunted by music.
Haunted by music? Okay.
- Do you work in music or something?
- I used to. That was the original plan.
Well, I don't make sense either so.
We both have that going for us.
Really? You seem to make sense to me.
I just put what was my life on hold to...
take care of the mess that my parents
left for my sister and me.
Sounds fun.
- So fun.
- Mm-hmm.
This was nice.
What?
I don't know. Tonight. Whatever this is.
This is me.
Oh, you're leaving?
Yeah. I mean quit while
we're ahead, right?
- No, I have work in the morning.
- You're always running off.
Night.
Thanks for setting the night on fire.
I dunno why I said that.
Night.
Hi, for Harriet?
What's up?
sh*t.
My husband, before he d*ed,
said this thing that stuck with me.
He said, "Live your dash."
On his tombstone is the date of his birth
and the date of his death.
And in between is the dash.
I don't know, maybe it's a little
NutraSweet but,
I always thought there were
pretty decent words to live by.
Hey.
Hey.
- You have any plans tonight?
- D'you have plans tonight?
- Go ahead.
- No, I don't have plans.
Good. Neither do I.
Good.
- You up for something?
- Yeah.
Great.
Is this yours?
It is now.
Holy sh*t. This is incredible.
Yeah. It's just been
collecting dust in the garage
so I thought I'd finally
take it out for spin.
Wanna go for a ride?
Yeah!
Hop in.
Where are we going?
I'm not sure yet.
This move always work?
What do you mean?
Pull up in a fancy vintage car,
drive a girl around LA...
- Yes, exactly.
- Every time?
- Let's listen to some music.
- We don't have to listen to anything.
Nope.
Right.
What?
Will you pull over?
- Right now?
- Yeah.
101.7 KLAU.
Oh my God! Oh my God!
What?
- What's the matter?
- No. I'm sorry.
Harriet. Hey. Hey.
- Oh God.
- What happened?
I have to go.
- I-I should take you to a doctor.
- I'm fine.
Harriet. Harriet! Harriet, wait.
- I...
- Are you okay?
No.
Let me just take you home.
Okay.
Harriet.
- I didn't realize you had a dog.
- I inherited him.
David, this is just...
This is just too f*cking difficult. I--
I had figured out how to live with this.
I had sealed off my apartment. I
got a job at a library. It was all safe.
It was all safe and...
Hey, hey, hey. Hey.
Come here.
Two years ago my boyfriend
Max and I got in a car accident.
And I suffered a traumatic head injury
and I was in a coma for a week.
- And ever since then...
- So that's why that just happened.
- Sort of.
- I assume you've seen doctors about this.
Psychiatrists, neurologists,
multiple psychiatric evaluations,
- therapy, everything.
- And what did they say to do?
Doesn't matter. Nothing works.
Remember when you said certain songs
pull you back into the past?
Yeah, we have that in common.
It's just for me, it's different.
Certain songs pull me back to when Max and
I heard them for the first time.
For the duration of the
song, I am back in the past,
literally reliving my life.
So you have these episodes, where you
hallucinate that you're back in the past?
David, I know how this sounds.
I turned off the radio
and so the episode ended?
I turned off the song in the past
so that I could come back early.
Right.
That's the headphones.
Yeah. 'Cause I could be
triggered by any source,
anytime, anywhere, so they stopped me from
going back unless it's my choice.
What is all this?
It's a list of songs from
certain times in our life.
That's him?
Yeah.
He's a good looking dude.
So you just sit in this room,
go back in time and hang out with your
dead boyfriend?
Look, I have a busy day tomorrow.
David, please. I really like you.
And I like you too.
Maybe you just need some
time to figure things out.
- Maximilian.
- Yes, my love?
What do you wanna do today?
- All of it.
- Yeah?
- Yeah.
- What exactly does that entail?
Um...
Uh, walking with you and the dog
to get a cup of coffee.
Staring at you adoringly.
That's a good boy.
And uh, reminding you just how
offensively attractive you are.
- What do you think happens to us?
- What do you mean?
Do we wind up together?
Huh? You're the Bonnie to my Clyde.
I don't think it worked
out so well for them.
What? What are you talking about?
Come here.
I love you. Let's just have a Sunday.
We're moving in together.
You're gonna mix my record.
We'll wake up, smell the
coffee, enjoy the moment.
Rinse and repeat. It'll
be great. We'll do it all.
We'll just, let's just do
it one day at a time. Okay?
What's wrong?
Okay.
Who are you selling them to?
Some tech bro from NorCal
who's overpaying for them.
I told him they were David Mancuso's
alternates at the Loft.
Were they?
Could have been. I got 'em
from some guy in New York
who said he'd been to the Loft, so...
Do you think Max and I
would still be together?
I don't know. I mean...
I loved him but the dude kind of b*at to
his own drum.
Yeah, he did.
You didn't get a chance
to really figure out
whether you were right
for each other or not.
If I hadn't been such a d*ck that day,
then there wouldn't have
been an accident at all.
That's just stupid. So what?
This whole fantasy is you torturing
yourself over your own guilt?
What did you ever do wrong,
except make his shitty music sound good?
- His music wasn't shitty.
- Don't.
Hot as all hell, but he was like
a bush league Mumford and Sons.
Like a distant cousin.
You're not the gatekeeper
of musical taste.
Yes I am.
I went to his shows.
I wanted to k*ll myself.
I loved them.
Agree to disagree.
What would your life be like if you
somehow changed the past and saved Max?
Even if he was the one,
would he want to be with
this person you've become?
But if I find the right song
and he doesn't die,
then I wouldn't be this
broken version of myself.
- I'm talking about reality, Harriet.
- So am I.
David has just thrown
this huge wrench in my life.
I had structured things so specifically.
- In order not to live your life?
- In order to keep things in order.
Tell me you didn't screw
things up with David.
We kissed.
So there's hope for you.
And then I screwed everything up.
- Wait, did you tell him about this?
- Yeah.
Girl. Come on.
You're a straight up saboteur.
Oh my God. Says the guy whose longest
relationship is the course of the night.
- I made it past brunch.
- Mm-hmm.
I love you.
We've done some serious time together.
I love you too.
David is an opportunity.
You can't just go back and
get it if you let it pass.
You met someone new, like
a really cool, nice guy.
How is this a bad thing?
Thank you for meeting me.
Sure.
At least now you know
what you're getting into.
Right. You travel through time.
David, I know this all
sounds and seems insane,
but I promise I am really, really trying.
I've never been good at
paying attention to red flags.
And I know I am a walking red flag.
I am very aware of that.
I really don't wanna like you.
I really don't wanna like you either.
Where are we?
You'll see.
Seriously, what is this?
David?
- Hey.
- Hey. It's been a minute.
- How have you been?
- Good. Yeah. How's Edie?
- Oh you know, she's always good.
- Hm.
- Oh. This is Harriet.
- Hey.
Hi.
That's good. Thanks.
- Thanks.
- Have fun.
How do I look?
Great. You look great.
- Oh my God.
- You'll fit right in.
Thank you so much for this.
- What's up?
- This is your place?
Yeah. My sister and I,
we grew up upstairs.
Wasn't there an old record player here?
- What record player?
- The Garrard.
How do you know about that?
You told me about it.
I did?
Yeah.
It's upstairs. I'll show you.
It was my parents.
I kept what was left of their records.
These?
Yeah.
Are they all from the store?
Yeah. All of these.
You-- Are you okay?
Yeah. I just--
Are these all of them?
Yeah.
Oh my god.
Oh my God. This is it. This--
This is it.
- What are you talking about?
- David, I've been here before.
- No, not again with this.
- No, please.
- I don't believe in time travel, Harriet.
- I know.
Please, please just trust me.
Please I need...
I just, I just need
ten minutes of your trust.
- N-no. Okay. I'm just gonna take you home.
- I just have to try something.
Where's the best hiding
place in the store?
If I could hide something
where only you would find it.
Please. David, please. I am asking you to
suspend your disbelief for me.
For us. For ten minutes.
I think I can actually prove this to you.
Okay.
There's a... old school desk next to the
register. It's been there forever.
Okay.
Go down to the desk. Look in the drawer.
Oh, Hare. Come check this out.
I found it. I can't believe
I found it. I can save you.
From what?
- From this chair.
- Oh, I love this chair.
- We're not getting it. Absolutely not.
- It's a great chair. 30's Art Deco.
No. We're not getting it.
Come on, let's just go.
But it's so comfy. Um, how
much does the chair cost?
- I think around 450.
- See, it's too much. Please come on.
There are a million other stupid chairs
that we can get. Come on. Let's just go.
- Let me see if I can knock it down.
- No. Honestly, it's fine. Please.
Tom darling, what's the best we could
do on the club chair?
I'm not getting it for you.
- I'm getting it for me.
- 380.
David. I am begging you.
Who the hell is David?
No... look, I will buy you
any chair that you want.
Then we'll have our entire lines to get a
any chair. Please just leave it.
What's up with you? I'm getting the chair.
Well, what's the word, hummingbird?
- Heading out.
- Will we see you next weekend?
Probably will stay up north.
- See you later, Dad.
- Take care, son.
Can we say 300?
Tom? Can you bring the Samsung?
- Can I help you?
- I need an old desk. An old school desk.
Yeah. We got some desks right there.
- Hare, what are you doing?
- One sec.
"What's the word, hummingbird?"
It worked?
How?
Your mom had silver hair in a braid.
She called your Dad "Tom, darling."
He called her angel.
You saw them?
Yeah.
Can you take me back there?
What do you mean?
To the past with you...
...so I can see them one last time.
David, I wish I could but I,
I'm not in control of any of this.
I don't know what I'm doing.
You traveled back in time.
Yeah, but I'm just visiting.
I'm wasting time. Max still buys the
chair. The accident still happens.
You just changed the past.
No. I can only change
what I do in the past.
I haven't been able to change what anyone
else does or what happens to them.
I knew I had seen you before.
What?
I saw you back there.
You were headed back up north. You...
You looked so good.
So happy.
I saw you.
You saw me.
- Hey.
- How was the drive?
Easy.
That was... special.
Okay...
Harriet's up.
- Harriet!
- I'm good, I'm good, I'm good.
- Come on, Harriet. Come on.
- I can choose for you.
Thank you.
Yeah.
You got this.
Sorry in advance.
It's your turn. It's you.
- Come up. It's your turn now, please.
- No, no.
Get up there. Come on.
You. Up, up.
Come on, okay?
Up. It's you. It's you.
I'm out.
- Okay.
- No. Please, please.
Oh, this is high.
- You can.
- Charming.
- Yeah.
- Yeah.
- Sing with me, sing with me.
- No.
- Yeah. And that-- that's a wrap.
- Thank you.
- Thank you so much.
- Thank you.
Oh wow.
Okay. Tough act to swallow.
How do we skip the ads?
Oh sh*t.
How do we skip ads again?
What?
What's that look?
Can I ask you a weird question?
Yeah. Weird away.
If something happened to you,
something bad,
and I could, I could stop it.
But it would mean we would never meet.
Would you want me to?
What?
If I could save your life
but we wouldn't know each other.
Max, please. Just answer the question.
No. No, I wouldn't wanna never know you.
I don't know what that life would look
like. I don't. No. I like our life.
Well what if, what if it were me?
What if something happened to me?
- Nothing would happen to you.
- Max.
No. I would want you to live.
- And we would never meet.
- Well, then you're gonna live.
You have to live.
'Cause I love you madly.
Thank you.
- Hey.
- What happened?
You fell and hit your head pretty hard.
Where's the dog?
Don't worry. My sister has him.
God, this is just gonna
keep happening over and over.
And I think I know what I have to do.
What?
If I do it, I lose you too.
Hey, Disco.
Is she okay?
I got her home.
You okay?
Holding on to all this
doesn't keep them alive.
Let's sell this place.
Seriously?
Yeah, you were right.
It's time.
Does not remembering
mean it didn't happen?
I mean, what about us? What if...
If we can't remember? Does that mean we
just go back to being strangers?
I don't know.
We still lived it.
This moment is real.
Whether we remember it or not.
And we met before.
Twice.
I hope some part of you remembers me.
I hope so too.
I don't want to lose you.
Maybe it won't change anything.
Maybe.
Like, nothing changes and you're stuck
wearing headphones for
the rest of your life.
Or you just disappear.
Leave me alone here with your dog.
I think that's the most terrifying and
amazing part of being a human being.
What?
Our capacity to move on.
I'll look for you.
And I'll look for you.
So how does this end up?
Tragically.
Well.
- Well.
- Thanks for the hit.
What in the name of Luther
Vandross just happened?
I'm letting the love of my life walk away.
Hey, future girl.
What's your name?
Harriet.
Well, Harriet. You coming?
I love you.
What?
Have fun.
Come on, Tango. Come on.
Oh. Careful.
Hi.
Yeah, I'm meeting Nelly
at the studio in 45.
Just walking the dog
and grabbing a coffee.
Oh.
Hi. You must smell my dog.
Sorry. Uh, can I do an iced Americano, please?
I could do a little more
compression on the drums.
Yeah, yeah. Go for it.
Play it from the top again.
I like that.
- Yeah. It's really good. I like it too.
- Good.
Hey.
- Oh my God. Look at you.
- Hello.
- Hi beautiful.
- Hi.
- You look amazing.
- You look good.
- Hey.
- You look great.
Ready?
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