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(Holly sobbing)
(Holly crying)
- [Luke] Oh my god, Holly, are you okay?
Holly?
- [Holly] No, just, no (sobs).
- What's going on? - Don't touch me.
- [Luke] What's going on?
- Just go. - Tell me what's going on.
- No (sobs), I can't.
(sobbing) Leave me alone, please.
Just go.
- [Luke] Holly.
- [Holly] Go, please, leave.
(Holly sobbing)
(Holly sniffling)
(lighthearted orchestral music)
- [Announcer] (faintly speaking) Now boarding, at 52 West.
Now boarding, at 9 West (faintly speaking).
(subway cars rattling)
(paper rustles)
(people faintly chattering)
- Thanks.
- You okay?
- I'm fine.
- I'm Luke.
You don't seem fine.
- It's none of your business.
(brakes squealing)
(paper rustles)
(people faintly chattering)
(easygoing piano music)
- Luke!
Luke!
I'm sorry, I'm having the worst day,
and I'm completely lost,
and everybody else has been so rude.
I'm not normally this big of bitch.
- It's okay, I appreciate you saying it, thanks.
- Wait, your picture.
I love it, it means more than you know.
- It was kind of, my lame attempt at an apology.
- Apology accepted, I'm Holly.
- Nice to meet you, Holly.
- I'm looking for Battery Park.
- Okay, so you're clearly not from here.
- Is it that obvious?
- Well, you're kind of,
headed in the completely wrong direction.
- Maybe you could point me in the right direction?
- You know what?
Come with me.
(Announcer faintly speaking)
(cheerful orchestral music)
(papers rustling)
(Holly sighs)
You know, I was thinking that maybe
we could christen the place.
- How about we don't use it this time?
- [Luke] What do you mean?
- You know, let nature take its course.
- You wanna start trying?
- Not necessarily trying, but you know,
just not being careful.
- I don't know if now's a good time.
I've got some good opportunities coming up,
and I wouldn't want anything to get in the way.
- In the way?
- I wouldn't want anything to have to suffer.
- Oh,
okay,
maybe you're right, maybe now's not the time.
- We've got the rest of our lives, right?
- Sure, we've got time.
("Untrue" by Tim Louis)
♪ What is true? ♪
♪ Only blue through and through ♪
♪ For you were untrue ♪
♪ To me ♪
(feet thudding)
♪ What are dreams and desires? ♪
♪ Only embers, baby (indistinct) ♪
(papers rustling)
♪ For you were untrue ♪
(bottle cap rattling)
♪ To me ♪
♪ I would have died before I could believe ♪
- [Holly] I know you don't wanna talk about this,
but I'm concerned about our finances.
- Really? We're having this conversation again.
- [Holly] Well, yeah.
- I just sold a painting and you're worried about money?
- I'm happy that you sold a painting,
but it's the first one in how long?
- What's it gonna take for you to
understand what this means to me?
- Luke, it's $1,500.
That'll get us to the end of the month, maybe.
Then what are we gonna do?
- Wow, we're actually having this conversation again.
- Yes.
- Nothing's changed since the last time
we talked, so we- - No, nothing has changed
since the last time we talked, and something needs to.
This isn't gonna fix itself.
- And, here's the part where you bitch about me.
(melancholy piano music)
- I think we need to move home.
- Whose home, yours or mine?
- I don't care, it's too expensive here.
- I'm not leaving.
- Give me one good reason we should stay.
- We can do this.
Neither of us wants to give up,
so we should just stick with it.
It's hard, I know it's hard, but good things are coming.
I believe that.
- And, what if you're wrong?
I don't think we can live much longer like this.
Maybe if we just move home,
and you can do your art from there-
- No, no!
We're not going back.
- I'm just trying to be realistic.
- We need to remember why we came here and stay the course.
- Fine, then I'm getting a job, like a real job.
- And, what about your writing?
- I wanna have a baby someday.
I'm gonna do everything it takes to be damn sure
that money isn't the reason that we don't have one.
(bottle thuds)
(car horn honking)
(energetic orchestral music)
(bicycle bell ringing)
(people faintly speaking)
(door clangs)
- Great, thank you.
Hi, Mr. Peters.
- Call me Shawn, come on in.
This wall, what do you think?
- Yeah, sure.
- All right, you got your hammer and nails?
- Hammer and nails?
- Yeah, I wanna get this baby up right away.
- No, I don't have one.
- No problem.
(phone beeps) Marie, bring me a hammer and some nails,
so this kid can put up his picture.
(phones faintly ringing) (people faintly speaking)
(hammer thuds)
- Candace Walker is here to see you.
- Send her in.
(heels clacking)
- Thank you.
- Candace, I'm sad to inform you that
your services will no longer be required.
We thank you for your years here and I wish you well.
Marie will have you sign
the necessary paperwork on your way out.
(heels clacking)
Now, I gotta find someone else to replace her.
I've got like 87 resumes here.
How am I supposed to choose, right?
- What's the job?
- Research Assistant, do you know anybody?
- Yeah, actually I might.
- Bullshit.
- Really, you want one of those?
- Call me crazy, but yeah, I do.
At least, I think I do.
I don't even know anymore.
- Babies are marriage complicaters.
(gate clangs) They cry, they smell, they puke.
You're gonna be fighting over who's getting up
17 times a night to feed it and put it back to sleep.
You're gonna get bags under your eyes,
that are never gonna go away, and the sex will stop.
- Oh, come on.
- Trust me, it does.
- [Holly] How would you know?
- I've seen it, friends who think they can beat the odds.
- Whatever.
- And, they're expensive.
- Well, luckily for me,
my husband really brings in the big bucks.
- Oh, that's right.
What is it that he does again?
- He's an out-of-work artist, isn't that nice?
- It's admirable.
(Shannon laughs)
- We shouldn't be talking about him like this.
- You shouldn't, I can,
I don't have to live with him (laughs), oh.
Ooh, hi. - Hi.
(women snickering)
(tea pot whistling)
(tea pot clangs)
(phone cord zipping)
- Hi, I'm wondering if I could speak with
the person in charge of your gallery display?
My name's Luke, I'm a local painter.
Is this the person I talk to about
displaying some art in your gallery?
Hi, I'm just wondering if I could talk to
the person in charge of your gallery display?
I'm a painter here in the city,
I would like to leave a message for
the person in charge of your gallery display.
- All right, so this is it,
you have your own desk and your chair,
and I'll be right back (faintly speaking), okay?
(phones faintly ringing) (people faintly speaking)
(birds chirping)
(car horn beeps)
(energetic piano music)
(keys jangling)
(door clanging)
- Fuck! (bags thudding)
Luke! (vase smashing)
(silverware clanging)
You left your shoes in the hall again.
- Okay.
- I tripped and broke a vase because of them.
- Are you all right?
- I'm fine.
(food crunching)
(silverware clanging)
(lighthearted piano music)
Thanks for pointing me in the right direction.
- My pleasure, so what brings you to New York anyway?
- Actually, I'm here to fulfill my sister's dream.
Her name was Daisy, she was a dancer.
She died two weeks ago from a heart condition.
- I'm sorry.
- It was her dream to dance on Broadway,
so she asked me to spread her ashes throughout the city.
- Can I ask how old she was?
- 18.
- And, is that what you're writing about?
- Yeah.
- Is it something you wanted to share?
- No, my poetry is pretty private.
- All right, I'm not gonna push,
but I will remind you that,
I shared some of my work with you.
- Okay.
But, I'm not very good.
- I'll be the judge of that.
- Now, promise not to laugh.
- I promise.
(people faintly speaking)
- My thoughts pour over me, in my mind, it dances,
races with the thoughts of a girl who once was.
Passion bursting from within,
that has been stifled for too long.
I cry for my past.
I weep for my future.
A beautiful life thought undeserving.
A darkness that is lifted,
but a pain that lies unrecognized until now.
My tears wipe clean the wrongs of my past,
and make way for my future.
A light pours in and slowly erases all the dark spots.
A girl with so many dreams, is reborn a woman.
- Thank you.
- You're welcome.
(passengers faintly chattering)
(melancholy orchestral music)
Hi, Mom.
I just wanted to call and wish you a happy birthday.
- [Mom On Phone] Thank you, sweetie.
- Sorry I couldn't be there for it.
- [Mom On Phone] That's all right,
it's a quiet one this year.
Everything good there?
- Yeah.
- [Mom On Phone] Everything good with Luke?
- Everything's fine, Mom.
(water sloshing)
God, when did I become this person?
Someone who has no time or energy left at the end of the day
to write or do anything remotely creative?
- Damn, your parents were raising you to be
so supportive of your husband.
- You're joking, but I'm serious.
- I'm serious too.
- I have been married to him for five years.
I can't stand it another day.
I envy what you have.
- It is pretty good.
- I can't stand the smell of him.
I can't stand the sight of him.
I can't stand the sound of him, is that nuts?
- No,
but...
- What?
- Maybe it's time.
- [Holly] For what?
- I don't know, try something different.
Take a break, take a walk.
- God, it would be nice to step out of this life.
Be on my own.
- I wouldn't have it any other way.
- Is that even an option for me?
- Is it an option?
It's like a rite of passage.
It's what women are doing these days.
Marriage is archaic,
it's a carry down from our parents' generation.
- Man, my parents fought all the time.
Even on my dad's death bed, they were still fighting.
- You don't wanna end up like them.
- No, but that's where I'm headed.
We've reached that point in our marriage
where everything is the exact same, nothing ever changes.
No spark, no romance,
just a longing for those moments
when you get the house to yourself.
(somber orchestral music)
- Making up or just a general display of affection?
- Actually, it's preemptive damage control.
- Good, very good.
What's her name?
- Her name's Holly.
- Holly, with a name like that
you've certainly come to the right place.
- You figure this will work?
- It's Mother Nature's gift to men, flowers fix anything.
- You do seem like a man who knows from experience.
- 52 years of marriage, you'll learn a thing or two.
- Flowers and advice, I like it.
- My two specialties, good luck.
- I don't understand how this is gonna help your art.
- No, it's about presenting an image.
- Yeah, but it's costing us money we don't have.
- I don't know, maybe I'll have people through.
I don't get this, I thought you'd be happy.
All I do is piss you off with my stuff around here.
- I didn't get a job so that I can pay for your studio.
(silverware clanging)
(lighthearted piano music)
(cars zooming)
- Nice day, huh?
- Beautiful.
(door clanging)
(feet thudding)
(energetic orchestral music)
- Hey. - Hey.
- Late night or an early morning?
- Uh, late night.
- You're new here?
- Yeah.
- What do you do up there? - I paint.
- Cool, welcome to the area.
- Thank you.
(engine puttering)
(somber piano music)
(papers rustling)
- Electricity pulses through me.
The energy makes me move.
I don't know why, but I'm forced to chase him.
Butterflies dance in my stomach,
and the flowers move me.
The purpose becomes so much more.
A look, a touch of a hand,
and I come alive with hope, with dreams, with life.
A destiny unknown
until this very moment.
- (claps) It's beautiful.
- You're just being nice.
- No, I'm not.
You need to pursue this.
- Really?
- Do you love it?
- Yes.
- And, does it make you feel alive?
- Yeah, it really does.
- Then what are we arguing about?
- I don't know.
(birds chirping)
- When you find something that you love this much,
you should never let it go.
(paper rustling)
(Holly sniffling)
(pensive orchestral music)
(pen scratching)
(door clangs)
- I'm really starting to wonder if this is working.
- What?
- Us.
- What's not working? Is this about me renting a studio?
'Cause, we're gonna find a way to make it work.
- We can't afford to make it work.
(tea pouring)
We don't have that kind of money.
Why is it I have to point this out to you?
- Look, I've got some good prospects.
I'm this close to a breakthrough.
I just need to stick with it.
- Oh my god, do you hear yourself?
You have been saying the same thing
for as long as I can remember.
Do you have any idea how many things we can't do?
'Cause, we're always waiting for you
on the verge of your next big breakthrough.
Look, I'm trying to be supportive.
When is it gonna happen?
Because, I wanna know when I'm gonna get to start my life.
- What do you mean, start your life?
- Forget it.
- Oh my god, this is about the baby again, isn't it?
- What baby?
There is no baby.
You made sure of that.
(cabinet slams)
- Okay. - Okay, what?
- (sighs) Okay, let's try.
- Forget it. - No, look,
you wanna have a baby, so let's,
start trying.
- I don't wanna have to force you into this.
- No, maybe I just need a kick in the pants.
Let's start.
- Really?
- Yeah.
(lighthearted orchestral music)
- Really?
(book thuds)
- I'm ready.
(both inhaling) (lips smacking)
(Holly giggling)
(lips smacking)
(Luke sighs)
- You don't want this, do you?
- I want to want this.
- That's just not enough.
- Oh my god, it's like 100 degrees out there.
I swear to god, you wouldn't believe my day.
I showed a house today, no air conditioning,
who in the hell in New York City has no air conditioning?
It's ridiculous.
What the hell's the matter with you?
- I told Luke I needed out of this relationship.
- Well, that's good, 'cause you do need out.
Waitress, couple of drinks please.
(sirens faintly wailing)
- Hot one today.
- Brutal.
- So, what happened?
- I just can't do it anymore.
He's never gonna change, we're never gonna be a family,
his art is always gonna come first.
- Well, and you deserve so much more than that.
- I don't even know who I am anymore.
Did I tell you he got a studio?
- What does he need a studio for,
for all of his great artwork?
Ooh, look out.
- Now, in his defense, he did sell one painting this year.
- Oh, one painting, so he's big time, ha, ha.
(Shannon chuckles) (glasses clink)
(patrons faintly chattering)
Oh.
(dial clicks)
(fan whirring)
(dramatic drum music)
(phone ringing)
- Uh-oh. - Oh my god.
- What?
- It's my boss, what time is it?
- It's two o'clock.
- What do I do?
- Tell him you're not coming back in.
- Hello?
Yeah, I went home (coughs) sick,
'cause I wasn't feeling well.
Yeah, okay, thanks, bye.
(women laughing)
- [Shannon] We're gonna need some tequila.
Oh, there we go.
(women faintly chattering)
Oh, yeah (vocalizes).
Oh, yeah.
(Shannon laughing)
(women laughing)
(glasses clink)
(women faintly speaking)
You know, he's not (muffled speaking), what is it?
An artist, he is not, I don't think (laughs).
- Sick, huh?
- Oh, hi, this is my friend, Shannon.
- Pleasure. (Holly chuckles)
- You look pretty healthy to me.
- Don't take it out on her, it was my idea.
You see, Holly's just left her husband,
and well, I thought she could use some liquid therapy.
(Holly chuckles)
- Am I fired?
- No, you're not fired, but you will make it up to me.
(lighthearted orchestral music)
- Oh my god. - Oh, did you order these?
- I didn't order these.
- These are from that guy over there.
- Oh! (Holly laughing)
- [Holly] I'm so not fired.
(water sloshes)
(fan whirring)
(energetic orchestral music)
- Where are we going anyway?
- To my place, you need to sober up a little bit.
- [Holly] I don't think so.
(door clangs)
I think maybe I should call Luke.
- Well, here, I tell you what,
I'll call him for you (chuckles).
(door slams)
- [Luke On Phone] Hello?
Hello?
- No answer.
- Oh.
(fan whirring)
- My lady. - (chuckles) Thank you, sir.
(elevator beeps)
- Wait 'til you see the view from the bedroom,
I swear to you haven't seen the lights, until you've seen-
(elevator whirs)
(intense music)
- Oh my god, did you just do something?
- No.
(ethereal music)
(car horn beeping)
(people faintly chattering)
- What?
- Nothing.
- No, what?
- I just think it's sweet what you're doing for your sister.
- Really?
- Yeah.
I do.
(car horn beeping)
(intense ethereal music)
(light bulb zapping)
(car horns faintly honking) (brakes faintly screeching)
(switch tapping)
(dial clicking)
(fan rattling)
- What's happening?
- I don't know.
- Do you think that we're trapped?
- I hope so.
- What did you say?
- I don't think so.
- Try the emergency thing.
- Oh, all right (sighs).
(elevator clanking) (intense music)
(sighs) It's not working.
- Oh my god, do you think this is another attack?
- No, no.
All right, it's gonna get started any minute now.
(hands banging)
Holly, Holly, Holly, Holly, Holly, hey, it's okay.
Everything's gonna be fine.
(car horns beeping)
(people faintly chattering)
- [Man On TV] (faintly speaking) Manhattan or the boroughs.
All we know is that New York City is in a blackout state
at this point. - Hi.
- Hey.
Do you know what's going on?
- The power's out across the city.
Could be awhile, you want a beer?
- Sure. - However, they've not denied
that it's connected in anyway to a terrorist attack.
Of course that has a lot of people throughout New York City
on a very, very hot day, very concerned.
- Power goes out in Manhattan,
everyone gets the same idea, right?
- Can't help it, it's so fresh.
- True.
Cheers.
- It is hot in here.
- Yeah.
Try painting in this heat.
- Can't imagine.
What do you usually paint, anyway?
- People mostly, the odd landscape,
the occasional flower.
- Cool.
How long have you been painting?
- Just a few hours.
- No, like how have you been painting?
Not just today.
- Got you, sorry.
I came here when I was 22,
and I went to the New York Academy of Art.
I can see you're very impressed by that.
- Have you always wanted to be an artist?
- Yeah, yeah, actually, as long as I can remember.
- I wish I was that passionate about something.
- You know what?
You just gotta believe in yourself and follow your dreams,
and wow, that was really cheesy.
I am sorry (chuckles).
- No, it was good. - That's embarrassing.
- What are you working on now?
- Actually, something kind of dark.
- [Bartender] Ironic.
- Yeah.
- I'd love to see some of your stuff.
- How long do you think it's been?
- A couple of hours, maybe.
- What do you think's going on?
- I'm not sure.
- Do you think the whole city is out?
- (sighs) I don't know.
- I'm scared.
- (sighs) Me too.
- Can I ask you something?
Are you happy?
- Am I happy?
(sighs) I guess so.
Who's really happy?
- I don't know.
I just really thought at this point in my life, I would be.
- What happened between you and Luke?
- You know, I don't even know.
All I know is that I will never be enough for him.
- How could you not be enough for him?
- His art will always come first.
- (scoffs) Well, that's bullshit.
He's not even that good.
(both chuckle)
What do you want?
- To be loved.
To be important.
To come first.
I want,
a baby.
- Who wouldn't want your baby?
- Apparently him.
- (sighs) You're beautiful and you're smart.
I think you deserve so much more.
- And, now, I'll never know.
Are we ever gonna get out of this elevator?
- (sighs) I don't know,
but I do know that I'm here now,
and I just wanna make you happy.
(lips smacking)
- Yeah, so this is it.
- [Bartender] This is amazing.
- Yeah, you like it?
- It's really good, you're awesome.
You should paint me some time.
- Yeah,
I could do that.
- How about right now?
(Luke shuddering)
(car horns honking)
(water sloshing)
(brakes squealing)
- Am I dreaming?
I have felt more alive in the last 12 hours,
than the last 12 years of my life.
Have you ever met someone that you feel like
you've known your whole life?
- Only you.
(lips smack)
(water splashing)
(car horns faintly honking)
(match sizzles)
(Holly sobbing)
- [Holly] Go, please, leave.
(Holly crying)
(lighthearted orchestral music)
- (inhales) We can make this work.
- No, Luke, it's over.
- It doesn't have to be.
- I don't love you.
(pillow thuds)
(car horn honking)
(easygoing orchestral music)
- This was amazing.
- I know.
- You know, if you wanted to stay.
- I'd love to, but I have to get back to my family.
- I know.
- I'll call though.
(car horns honking)
(paper rustles)
- So, you've been married for five years and now it's done.
You sure you're done?
Here's the situation.
You've got a lease on an apartment
that's not up for eight months.
One of you can live there and one move out,
but somebody's gotta be responsible for the lease.
- Well, I'm not leaving.
- Where am I supposed to go?
- You've gotta think about who gets what, you got kids?
- No.
- Well, that makes it easier.
Who makes more money, you or her?
- She does.
- Here's how it breaks down, you've got legal fees,
separation papers, court fees,
division of property, equalization.
My rate is 350 an hour,
and I know what you're thinking,
what's this gonna cost me
when everything's said and done right?
On average, this kind of thing totals $6,500 bucks.
- What? It's more than we spent on the wedding.
- We can't afford that.
- It costs money to divorce.
- Hey, you're not kidding.
- There is another option, you live together,
and work out a series of rules.
She gets the bathroom from six to seven.
He gets the kitchen from four to five, that kind of thing.
Some couples do this
'til they can save up enough money for the divorce.
Let me know.
- [Holly] I'll take the bathroom from seven 'til eight,
and you can have it until nine.
- Fine.
- You'll sleep on the couch from Monday to Thursday,
and I'll sleep on the couch from Friday to Monday.
- So, is this what you wanted?
- What do you want me to say to that?
- Just help me understand.
- I'm sorry, Luke, this is just how it is.
- Whatever happened to us?
(melancholy orchestral music)
(Holly sighs)
- [Shannon] Where are you?
- [Holly On Phone] I'm at home.
- What do you mean you're at home?
- [Holly On Phone] (sighs) I'm really, really tired.
- Oh my god, I got two drinks sitting here, waiting for us.
- [Holly On Phone] I'm so sorry.
Honestly, I really don't feel good.
- Come on, Holly, just come down here.
You're gonna have a good time.
- [Holly On Phone] Shannon, honestly, I'm exhausted.
- Please just come and enjoy a drink with me, please.
- [Holly On Phone] Another day, I promise.
- Are you sure?
- [Holly On Phone] I'm sure.
- All right, well, feel better.
- [Holly On Phone] Okay, have a good night.
- Thanks.
- [Holly On Phone] Bye.
- Bye. (phone rattles)
(glasses clink)
(ethereal music)
- [Shawn Voiceover] I do know that I'm here now,
and I just wanna make you happy.
(intense music) (door knocking)
(Holly sighs)
(door clangs)
- It's 8:01.
(door squeaking)
(clothes thudding)
(faucet squeaks) (water spraying)
(lighthearted piano music)
- [Mom On Phone] This is amazing news, sweetie.
I'm so happy for you.
I really wish I could be there.
- Me too.
- [Mom On Phone] Are you okay, sweetie?
You should sound more excited.
- Yeah, just a little overwhelmed, that's all.
(phone ringing)
(phone clangs)
(fingers tapping)
(door rattling)
(keys jingling)
(chair thuds)
(easygoing orchestral music)
- I thought that this wasn't something I wanted,
and I've been a total ass about this.
I know that.
But, now that it's here,
and now that you're,
I don't even know the words,
it spoke to me, because,
I believe that we can do this.
(Holly sniffling)
Let's put all that other crap behind us.
Can we do that,
and make
this work?
I love you.
I really do.
(lips smack)
(bright orchestral music)
(knife shuffling)
(hand thuds)
That's for the baby.
What do you think?
Expected a little more enthusiasm than that.
(bottle pops)
- I didn't want to have to tell you this.
For a moment I actually thought
I could go through with this, but the guilt.
I feel so guilty, it's killing me (sniffles).
I can't even look you in the eye.
- What is it?
What's going on?
- You're gonna hate me,
and I don't think I can live with you hating me.
- You're worrying me, Holly, what have you done?
- (sniffles) This baby,
is not yours.
(intense music)
I slept with Shawn.
I'm sorry.
(Shawn faintly speaking)
- Hey, Shawn!
(fist smacking)
- [Shannon] Look, I didn't tell you to sleep with him.
- Like hell you didn't.
You've been trying to get me on the market forever.
- I didn't force you into anything.
Your womanly instincts to over, and you were,
you were merely trying to find the pleasure
that you deserve from a man.
- What kind of horseshit is that?
- You're a woman and your needs aren't being met.
- I'm a woman who made a marriage commitment,
that I completely took for granted.
(somber piano music)
- Towels are here, soap is here.
You can sleep in the spare room,
and help yourself to anything else you see.
- I'm sorry for what I said.
- Oh, forget it.
- I just never thought I'd be doing this by myself.
I always thought I'd be sharing it with him.
- I know.
I'm gonna go out for a little while, are you gonna be okay?
- I'll be fine.
- You sure?
- Yeah.
- Call me if you need anything, okay?
- Okay.
(feet thudding)
(Shannon moaning)
- [Shannon] Ooh (giggles), yeah, oh.
(Shannon moaning)
Oh, ooh. (bed creaking)
Uh-huh, uh-huh, woo.
Yeah, oh.
Oh, oh, ooh.
(water trickling) (toothbrush brushing)
(door slams)
- Holly, it's come to my attention
that you've been sleeping in the office.
I can't have that.
If it would help,
maybe I could advance you your Christmas bonus?
- I wasn't aware there was a Christmas bonus.
- It's new, it's right here.
Are you,
is everything okay?
- It's fine.
(Shawn sighs)
- Have you thought about where you're gonna live?
Because, I've been looking online,
I found a few great- - I think I found
a place in Queens.
- In Queens, really?
- It'll be fine.
- Well, I think it's time that you told the douchebag,
because I think he deserves to know that
you're carrying his unborn child,
and you're gonna raise it in Queens.
Don't you think it's only fair?
- It's just easier this way.
- Is this what you want?
You wanna be a single mother struggling to make ends meet?
Because, he can give you a good life.
- I don't know what I want.
(melancholy orchestral music)
- I do.
- What?
(car horn honking)
- Luke.
If you really love him, then you need to fight for him.
- [Holly] Hi.
- I got your message.
- So I see.
Do you wanna sit down?
- No, thanks.
Look, if there's nothing else, then I think
I'm just going to get going- - I would love to have you
in my life.
- Why?
- I need you around.
- So, because you need me, I'm supposed to come running back?
- No, I don't mean it like that.
It was always supposed to you and me.
- We both know what happened to that.
- What do you want me to say?
- How about, I'm sorry?
- I am.
- I guess that's just not enough then.
- Luke.
(melancholy piano music)
("Christmas in New York" by Tim Louis)
♪ When it's Christmas in New York ♪
♪ The city softens her eyes ♪
♪ Central Park is covered in snow ♪
♪ 5th Avenue's still there for you ♪
♪ To take you where you long to go ♪
♪ Christmas in New York ♪
♪ Visions like paintings in my mind ♪
♪ A horse-drawn carriage rides ♪
♪ While skaters glide in Rockefeller Center ♪
♪ Never looked better ♪
♪ It's Christmas in New York ♪
(phone faintly ringing)
(phone keys beeping)
- Hi, Mom.
- Can I ask you what your secret is to 52 years of marriage?
- Well, there's no one nugget advice
I can give you that fixes everything.
Jean and I had to work hard at it.
Sure, we had our problems and differences,
but I guess we just, we just accepted it.
We were honest with each other.
It wasn't easy, but we were,
we were committed to us.
- How'd you do it?
I mean all those years, how'd you keep it alive?
- Well, it was no one thing.
Many times I had to put my tail between my legs
and admit I was wrong.
- Yeah, she won't do that,
and I really wish she would.
- Have you?
- I've been asking myself
how it is I grew to hate him so much.
Why it pissed me off so much
when he left his shoes in the hall.
I mean, my god, they're just shoes.
Now, I'm really starting to wonder,
if it was him I was hating,
or myself.
- [Mom On Phone] Why?
- For giving up.
For giving up my dreams, my passion.
The reason I stayed here in the first place,
and I resented him for it every day.
- [Mom On Phone] But, he never asked you to do that.
You chose to, because you loved him.
- I chose to, because somebody had to make the money.
Somebody had to look after us.
- [Mom On Phone] And, you didn't put up a fight.
- Sometimes it's just easier to give in.
- [Mom On Phone] And, each time you do,
you give up a little bit of yourself,
until there's just a shell.
- We were so good together,
but maybe it just wasn't our time.
(lighthearted orchestral music)
(birds chirping)
(cars zooming)
- There we go. - That's a nice picture.
- And, good job sitting there.
- Thank you. - What do you say?
- You're welcome. - Thanks a lot.
- [Luke] Yeah, thanks, okay.
- How's the street art business?
- I hate it.
- Oh, come on, you're good at it.
Look, is there a somewhere we can go talk?
- How about right here?
- (sighs) Luke, please.
(brakes squealing) (car horns honking)
Okay.
Look, I'm embarrassed to admit this.
I can't be there for her, I don't have it in me.
- Why?
- Because, I don't love her like you do.
- Okay, I think we're done here.
- Okay, okay, look, I just wanted to say,
I'm sorry for what I did to you, all right?
I'm not gonna stand in your way anymore.
- You're not gonna stand in my way?
- It's up to you what you do next.
- Oh, wow, okay,
that is really sweet of you to come down here,
and tell me that you're not gonna get in my way.
Well, let me ask you something, Shawn,
do you recall fucking my wife?
Oh, I suppose that wasn't supposed to get in my way either.
- Look, you're mad, and I get that.
I screwed up and I am deeply, deeply sorry for that,
but things were rocky before I fucked your wife.
You take the affair out of the equation,
and your marriage is still crappy.
So, maybe it's time for you to man up,
and give that some thought.
- You need to leave, now.
- You know what the worst part is?
You know I'm right. (newspaper tapping)
(Shawn sighs)
(stool clangs) (pigeons flapping)
(pensive piano music)
(sirens faintly wailing)
- I have a client that's in the market for a painting.
Do you have anything I can take a look at?
How are you?
- Fine.
- Really?
- So, why are you really here?
- You are honestly all she's ever wanted.
I don't know why I have to point it out.
- Yeah, well, she had a strange way of showing it.
- Oh, Luke, she is so full of regret
for the things she did to you.
You have no idea.
- Well, why has she never told me?
- When have you ever let her?
You two need to talk.
For the love of God, have a conversation, will you?
Like, a real conversation.
- (sighs) I don't know.
- I'm not saying you have to get back together.
Just saying talk.
- We've talked.
- Well, then listen.
Start listening to each other.
- What would be the point now, anyway?
- What you had was unique, Luke, don't kid yourself.
Sure, you've had a couple of hiccups along the way, but,
you and her, your thing, was one of a kind.
Man, I wish I could know a fraction of the love
that you two once had.
- It's always easier on the outside looking in.
I wish it was that simple.
- It is simple.
Think back, Luke,
something happened when you two touch.
Something simple and pure.
(sirens faintly wailing)
(lighthearted piano music)
- Holly, wait!
I need to know that I'm gonna see you again.
- [Announcer] This train (muffled speaking) stops in Newark,
Trenton, 33rd Street Station,
Philadelphia (faintly speaking).
(lips smacking)
- Promise me,
if we're ever not feeling the way we feel right now,
we'll remember this.
Promise?
- Promise.
- [Announcer] This train (muffled speaking) station
stops at Newark, Trenton.
- I need flowers.
- You actually came from flowers and not advice?
- I'm actually buying flowers.
- It's for Holly, isn't it?
- Yeah.
- How 'bout daisies?
- Daisies sound good.
- Good choice.
(people faintly chattering)
(door slams)
(doorbell buzzing)
(birds chirping) (children chattering)
(door knocking)
(car horn faintly honking)
(door squeaking)
(door clangs)
(Luke gasps) (intense music)
(feet thudding)
(dramatic orchestral music)
(flowers rustling)
- Holly, Holly, it's me.
Holly, I'm here. - Luke?
- Hey, hey.
Okay, okay, we're gonna try and get you up,
we're gonna try and get you up, come here.
Come here, nice and easy.
(body thudding)
Okay, where's the baby?
Where's the baby?
Okay, here we go (panting).
Okay, here we go, here we go.
(somber piano music)
(people faintly chattering)
(elevator pings)
- I'm afraid she didn't make it.
- Oh my god,
so it was a girl?
- I'm sorry if I wasn't clear,
your wife didn't make it.
Your baby did, and yes,
it's a girl.
- Can I see my wife?
(dramatic piano music)
- Did you know she had a heart condition?
- No.
(intense music)
(lighthearted piano music)
- Luke!
I wanna start a life with you.
- I want that, too.
- [Nurse] Congratulations, she's beautiful.
Do you have a name for her?
(elevator pings)
- Daisy.
(easygoing orchestral music)
(Daisy cooing)
(melancholy orchestral music)