[airplane PA system dings]
[indistinct chatter]
- Excuse me, that's my seat. - [man] Yeah, sure.
- Go ahead. Have a seat. - [flight attendant] Vodka soda.
- We don't have any limes, I'm sorry. - And is there anywhere I can put this?
Sure, let’s swap.
It’s a Teddy Ruxpin, for my son.
- I’m sure he’ll love it. - Oh, no.
He’ll have no idea what it is
or why there’s a bear in his crib that talks.
But you know how it is, you're working
and you wanna bring them something back that says,
“I miss you, and I feel terrible,
and I’ve already bought you everything in the hotel gift shop,
- so how about this really expensive toy?" - [bag unzips]
Oh, here, this is him.
Oh! How old is he?
He is ten months.
Mine’s three.
I can barely remember ten months. Is he walking?
He’s pulling himself up on things.
Yeah, it’s... it's still weird to see him vertical. [chuckles]
Well, we’ll get you home as soon as we can, and, uh...
here, for your little one. From me.
[pilot on PA] Flight attendants, prepare for takeoff.
["Baby Let Me Kiss You" by Fern Kinney playing]
♪ Baby, let me do it Let me do it to you ♪
- ♪ Let me kiss you, baby, hey! ♪ - [both panting]
♪ Baby, can I do it? Can I do it to you? ♪
♪ Let me kiss you, baby ♪
♪ 'Cause, baby, you're giving me ♪
- ♪ Such a groovy sensation ♪ - [Bash groans]
♪ Don't stop now, baby ♪
- [moans] Don't stop! - ♪ I might lose your vibration ♪
[gasping with pleasure]
♪ Your sweet conversation ♪
- ¡Ay, Dios mío! - ♪ It keeps turning me on and on ♪
- [both giggling] - ♪ My mind is so weak, baby ♪
- ♪ But my resistance is strong ♪ - [Arthie] Mm!
- [thermometer beeps] - ♪ You know you got me... ♪
[clicks tongue] Ninety-eight point six. Totally normal.
You know, [sighs]
just because you’re not ovulating doesn’t mean we can’t have sex.
Mmm!
That’s the hottest thing you’ve ever said to me.
You know what?
- Just hang on, I'll take care of this. - [Cherry chuckles]
♪ Can I kiss you, baby? ♪
♪ Baby, can I do it? Can I do it to you? ♪
- ♪ Can I kiss you, baby? ♪ - ♪ Can I kiss you, baby? ♪
♪ Show it to me, baby ♪
♪ You know ♪
[Arthie chuckles]
I’m good.
I didn't do anything yet.
You don't need to.
That was fun.
[sighs] Let's go to sleep.
[chuckles softly, sighs]
- ♪ Kiss-kiss ♪ - ♪ You're looking good ♪
- ♪ Darling, darling, real good ♪ - ♪ Kiss-kiss ♪
♪ Ah, kiss-kiss ♪
My feet are gonna fall off.
- That’s so funny, 'cause mine feel fine. - [grunts]
Anyone ever tell you ladies to pace yourselves?
No way! We saw the sunrise, we met Liberace,
and Melrose got us kicked out of the Golden Nugget.
Oh, fuck that place.
I'm gonna get us kicked out of every casino here
- before we leave. - [both chuckle]
[indistinct chatter]
[coffee pours]
- [Sam clears his throat] - Oh!
Hey, do you think the entrance follow spots are doing the trick?
They’re fine.
- Why are you working? - I'm just making some notes.
I do little performance reports for myself every night after the show.
Things that went well, things that need to be improved.
Uh-huh. Ruth, it's a day off, okay? The show is frozen.
I mean, I... I don't expect you to go out all night
with the, uh, Slutty Vampires of Wrestling,
but, I mean, come on, this is... this is just sad.
Really? I’m sad?
Little bit.
- What are you doing with your day off? - [Sam] Me?
I got up early, I wrote a few pages, took a shower.
Now, I'm just gonna, you know, fuck off...
get a pack of cigarettes.
You know what? Give it a rest.
- Paul! Come here. - Hey, come on. Come on.
Can you... No, no. Can you take this up to room 314?
- Yes, sir. - Come on, let's go.
Where are we going?
I don’t have a plan, Ruth. I’m just gonna, you know, stroll.
- Come on. - All right.
- [Sam] Leave the hot chocolate. - [Ruth] Okay.
- What are you, five? - [Ruth] I like it.
It’s the perfect place for us to finally take
our engagement photos...
slash... post-marriage photos. Any photos.
It was just declared a national landmark, so we’re gonna be like real tourists.
[parking brake clicks]
[Bash] Careful.
Thanks, man. Going to the Hoover Dam.
All right, here we go.
[Rhonda groans] Stop. Stop.
[brakes squeak]
Did you forget something?
'Cause I can have Chad go run in and get us...
- [retches, coughs] - Oh, oh, oh, oh...
- Uh... - [sighs]
Um... I'm gonna...
Give me a minute.
[grunts]
- [Bash] Um... - [groans, panting]
Hey, how’s it going out there?
I just need some fresh air.
Well, that's... that's what a convertible is. Literally.
Okay.
[Rhonda] Okay.
[sighs]
I’m sorry. I think I need to lie down.
In the car? ‘Cause the seats recline.
[Rhonda] Uh-uh.
Bed is probably... better. Yeah, okay.
Yo. Where does someone get a haircut around here?
There’s a salon at the Sands.
There’s a place at the strip mall off Paradise and Twain.
- Closest cab is 20 away. - [parking brake clicks]
Um, there’s also a bus stop at the Tropicana.
Are you kidding me? I thought this was a hotel, not a prison.
- Okay, it's okay. - [Yolanda] Ooh!
Oh...
- Ooh, girl, you don’t look too good. - [Rhonda] I, um...
[car door closes]
[sighs] Vomit.
You should get that washed.
I worked in a garage one summer. Stomach acid really strips the paint.
I’ve got errands to run, but I could do it for you.
All right, just be very careful with it. It’s a Porsche.
Don’t worry. I know how to treat a lady.
[fast-paced instrumental music playing]
[tires screech]
So, how’s the screenplay coming?
I have three pages.
- Wow! - Yeah.
Well, if you wanna talk about it...
Look, just because I took you away from your work
doesn’t mean you can start nosing around in mine.
I’m curious.
What’s it about?
I hate talking about my work before it’s real.
It’s a Western. I think.
A father-daughter story. Kind of... I don't know.
[exhales sharply] What?
I've got a lot of free time on my hands.
And, you know, Bash is keeping me here. I thought, "Write something new."
- Can I read it? - Nope.
Nobody reads my work until it's done.
Here we go. Come on, sit down.
Oh, no, no. I’ll watch you play.
Oh, no, one hand of blackjack, and I’m through the looking glass.
Next thing you know, I’m not wearing pants,
and I got 14 new friends who are moving in with me.
You’re up. Sit down.
Sam, I don’t know how to play.
And, honestly, I don’t understand why anyone gambles.
Really, you don't? Let me explain it to you. It's fun.
Have some fun.
It’s a waste of money.
Okay, fine. Jesus.
We'll waste my money.
- This is sort of you gambling. - Exactly.
Sit down.
All right.
Okay, now, the idea is,
- you wanna get 21 or close to it. - Mm-hmm.
Now, put a chip right up there in the square.
All right. Okay.
- Okay, I have 12. - Yup.
I need nine more points.
- So, I should hit, right? - No, no, no. He's got a three showing,
so let's assume that there’s a ten under there and he's gonna bust.
Why would we assume that? Probability?
Ah! See, you’re a natural.
Now, uh, just signal that you're gonna stay.
No, wave your hands over the cards.
Oh.
Okay.
Yes.
I won?
- You won. - [gasps]
- I won! We’re good at this. - Yeah. [chuckles] Yeah, yeah.
- Can I get two Bloody Marys? - [waitress] You got it.
- It’s still morning. - I know. That’s why I didn’t order scotch.
All right, let's, uh, let it ride.
- [sighs] - [door opens and closes]
Hey!
I had the concierge run out for supplies.
Thanks.
A pregnancy test?
Well, at first, I thought you were just hungover,
but then I was like, "Wait a second, she’s British,
and we’ve been having a lot of sex lately, so..."
I’m... I'm not pregnant. I’ve had an IUD since I was 17, so...
- An IU... - [Rhonda] It’s birth control.
Like, inside.
- Okay. - [Rhonda] Yes.
Good to know.
I... I have a migraine. I get them sometimes.
Oh! Uh, do you need pills
- or anything? 'Cause I... - Shh!
Okay?
It feels like there's a nail being hammered
behind my left eye.
But if I just lie here very still,
and we turn the lights off,
and nobody talks...
then... it’ll go away on its own.
[door opens and closes]
Bash?
- I so needed this. - [chuckles]
You do seem tense, girl.
What’s up? Boyfriend trouble?
- Basically. - Always is.
I know I’m good in bed.
You know, never had a complaint before.
But he’s, like, uptight or something, and it’s pissing me off.
I dated this guy who washed his hands the second we finished fucking.
I was like, "Hello. I'm still here.
[chuckles] And I don’t think your hands are what need cleaning right now."
[chuckles]
Oh, men are dipshits, right?
- [sighs] They are, they are. - [Arthie] Excuse me.
A wash and a blow-dry, please?
Oh, hey, have a seat.
I’ll try to fit you in.
What are you guys talking about?
Guy trouble.
You know?
I do...
know.
[Yolanda takes a deep breath]
It’s funny ‘cause my...
boyfriend is... being weird.
It’s like he doesn’t wanna spend the day together,
even though we’ve been waiting for weeks to have some free time.
Maybe he wants some time for himself.
Maybe he could actually communicate that to me
instead of running off
- like some middle-school boy. - [laughs]
It’s funny you say that, ‘cause my boyfriend,
he’s also like a middle-school boy, but... more in the experience department.
And yet, he’s pretty good at making you come.
- So I've heard. - [sighs]
- Through the grapevine. - You know what?
Fuck it. I don’t need a haircut.
- I don’t need a boyfriend, either. - [hairdresser] Good for you, honey.
You wanna take her appointment?
We were supposed to go to the Hoover Dam, but then that got canceled,
and now Rhonda’s sick to her stomach because she's got these migraines,
which, by the way, isn’t just bad headaches,
it’s an actual medical condition. And... you know, I don’t know what to do.
I mean, you know my family.
Birdie didn’t give out hugs, let alone take care of me.
Bring me soup.
- [sighs] Right, so this is about Rhonda? - Yeah, what else would this be about?
I thought maybe you wanted to hang out, catch up.
Yeah.
Yeah, that... that too.
You wanna... You wanna watch something?
Or, uh...
- Could you please go help her? - Me?
- You're her husband. - Yeah, and... and you're her roommate.
Former roommate.
Tell you what, I can even stay down here, and you can go stay in the penthouse, huh?
So, what, you can be married to Rhonda in the ring and at parties,
but when she's sick, it's not your problem?
Carmen! Are you listening to me?
I'm... I'm bad at this, all right? I... I don’t handle illness well.
- So, you know, help me out here. - [Carmen] You know,
I think this is the first time you’ve even been to my room
since we've been here.
- I’m surprised you even knew where it was. - [sighs] I know where it is.
I... I... I just...
I'm busy, you know? You... You... We're all busy.
- [stammers] What is this? What's going on? - [Carmen] I'm tired
because I went out last night and had fun,
which is something I have not done in a long time,
because both of my best friends abandoned me,
and I live by myself in this weird, big hotel room.
So, if you don't mind,
I'd love to go back to sleep,
so I can wake up in five hours and do it all over again tonight.
- [door opens and closes] - [sighs]
[indistinct chatter]
- I'm putting it all in. - No, no, no, no, no. You're way up.
- You gotta leave a winner. - But we just got here.
What, are you kidding? We've been here two hours, Ruth.
- Ah, we... No way. - [Sam] Yes.
That... Let me...
- Holy shit. - Yeah.
That’s why they don't have clocks at casinos.
Now, tip Stevie and let’s cash it out.
Uh, that’s not my money, that’s your money.
Twenty’s mine. Twenty to him. The rest is yours.
- Thank you. - My pleasure.
[chuckles]
- Thank you. - My pleasure.
- [laughs] I'm starving. Are you starving? - Hey, if you're buying, I'm eating.
[Sam and Ruth chatting indistinctly]
[Ruth] Mmm!
There we go.
- All right. - Oh!
You know, I wanted the filet.
There's no fat, so there's no flavor.
- I'm from Omaha. We take steak seriously. - All right, I get it. Steak bully.
[chuckles]
Mmm.
Oh, I'm sorry. Is it hot in here?
No, not really.
- I really feel like I could use some air. - [Sam laughs] Come on!
- Jesus. Quit flaunting your money. - Why? No one's here.
Except for those guys.
Mm.
Do you know them?
- [quietly] No. It's a sign of respect. - I thought the mob left Vegas.
Could you change the subject before you get us killed?
To me being wrong about gambling.
And to me being wrong about you hating Vegas.
I mean, I hate it a little.
But I love living at the hotel. Oh, have you been to the library?
What? There's a library at the hotel?
- [laughs] - [Sam] Come on.
No.At UNLV.
It's great. I forced them to give me a temporary card.
Oh, my God. This is like a nerd's-eye view of Vegas.
- Hey! - [Sam] What?
I've never been so well-behaved here in my life.
- Oh, really? - Oh, yeah.
- This is you well-behaved? - Absolutely.
Usually, it's hookers, and blackjack,
- and cocaine, and... - Oh my!
Uh-huh. [chuckles] Yeah.
But, you know, it's been...
it's been nice.
You know? I mean...
I'm getting paid to do very little work.
I'm... I'm writing something new for the first time in a long time.
Staying away from the tables.
Not sick of the buffet yet.
I'm even hitting the hot tub every night.
I mean, this isn't like any Vegas I've ever been to.
I mean, it's something, but...
Yeah. It's nice.
This has been the best day.
Yeah.
[chuckles]
Guess what time it is.
Oh, uh... 4:45.
I say 2:30.
[Sam] Okay.
Oh! You win.
- [Sam] Oh, right on the money! - Wow!
- [chuckles] - I told you this place was a time vortex.
Well, I need to buy a watch.
You know what?
- Here you go. - I can't.
- That's your weird watch. - [Sam] No, take it. Fuck it.
It's a loan, all right? We'll hit a pawn shop this week,
we'll get you your own dainty little timepiece
that was previously owned by some deranged heiress or something.
[Ruth chuckles softly]
[sighs]
[Yolanda] You did not.
I didn't what?
[chuckles]
I... I was just gonna get a trim,
not some major hair change without asking your opinion.
Why do you even care?
I thought you broke up with me.
Whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa!
No, no.
That was just a fight.
Where people say mean things they don't mean.
- Haven't you ever been in a fight? - I haven't been in anything.
Hey, well, I don't want to break up with you.
I just want you to let me touch you.
You touch me all the time.
In the ring.
But in bed, you get all weird about it.
I learned exactly what you like and how to do it.
Then you see how satisfying that is for you?
To make me feel that good?
I want to feel that way too.
But every time I try to go down on you,
you make me feel like shit.
Do you actually even want me?
Because you don't have to.
I do.
I just...
I'm not sexy like you.
I'm not comfortable all splayed out like that, and I don't...
[inhales deeply]
I just get in my head, and then I can't...
Oh, my God, you are crazy.
You're so sexy.
And beautiful.
Shit.
When I'm in the same room as you, I just want to...
grab you and pin you to the bed.
[chuckles]
[inhales deeply]
Okay.
So, pin me.
Do it before I start overthinking.
[electronic music playing]
[chuckles softly]
[Arthie] Mmm...
Ooh! [laughs]
- [chuckles] - [both panting]
[laughs nervously]
- Does this mean we're back together? - Shut the fuck up.
[both chuckling]
[sighs happily]
[exhales]
- [sighs] - [footsteps approaching]
[knocking at door]
[whispers] Hi.
- [Rhonda] Where did you go? - I... I thought you wanted to be alone.
I wanted to be alone with you.
Oh, sorry. I...
In my family, whenever anyone got sick, they were quarantined.
Migraines aren't contagious.
Emotionally quarantined.
You were sent away to suffer in private.
Well, in my family, we comforted each other.
'Cause that's how you show that you care about someone.
Um...
[clears throat] Okay.
- [gentle acoustic guitar music playing] - [sighs]
[exhales]
- Here? - Good. Don't move. That's perfect.
- Okay. - Just push harder.
Okay.
[exhales]
Hey, listen, I... I...
I know it's a lot of change with living together and being married,
but if any of this is coming from a place of... of stress or anxiety
about me not being a good partner,
- then I want you to tell me. - I'm... It's... It's not.
[sighs with relief] Okay, phew!
'Cause I know we don't really know each other,
but I thought maybe we could, you know, share our family history.
I... I could tell you about my Uncle Fred, the caviar king of California,
- or about my sister... - Bash.
- [Bash] Yeah? - You're talking.
[whispering] Oh, right, right, right. Quiet.
Ixnay on the alkingtay.
I'm just gonna... keep my finger in this exact spot,
and I'm gonna be very, very quiet.
- You won't even know I'm here. - [sighs]
That's how quiet I'm gonna be. But I... But I will be here.
Now and...
- [exhales] - Now and in the future.
And, uh... Okay, I'll stop. I'm... I'm done talking. So...
[pilot over PA] Forty-nine degrees in Las Vegas. Should be a smooth ride.
- Oh, you're back. - Hi. I know.
The turnaround is brutal.
Thank God for this shuttle and for cocktails in business class.
Well, that was a quick trip home.
Yeah, 'cause I... I work in Vegas and live in LA.
So, you only get to see your kid one day a week.
Not... Uh, two.
And my job isn't the easiest to schedule around... Brenda.
Traveling for business?
I am.
Yeah.
Can I ask you something?
Has anyone ever asked you how long you've been away from your kids?
- Oh, my God, I'm so sorry. Uh... - [chuckles]
- Do you have kids? - I have three boys.
- No one asks me anything. - Oh, God, that sounds amazing.
I'm not much of a talker.
[chuckles softly]
[Debbie] Hi. Yeah, um,
I know you're, God, an incredible mom,
but my kid is still a baby, and this is just... It's dangerous,
so you can just keep your fucking wings.
- I think Brenda jumped out the airplane. - [laughs]
[inhales deeply]
I hope so.
[phone ringing]
- Hello? - [Mark] How was your flight?
What's going on? Why... Why are you calling me?
Okay, something great happened, but it will keep happening.
- Okay, so I don't want you to feel bad. - About what?
He walked.
[laughs] I mean, it was, like,
- two steps, but... - Wait...
[stammers] He walked?
Yeah. Walked. I mean, ish.
When?
[chuckles] You gave him a bath, and then you left,
and then I brought him downstairs to make his bottle,
and I set him down, and then I looked over, and...
He waited till I left?
Debbie, he's a baby, not Michigan J. Frog.
Oh, my God, I missed it.
Hey, I almost missed it too.
I mean, I was there, but my back was turned.
Yeah, but you turned around. Oh, God, I hate you.
[sighs] I know. I wish you'd been here.
But the look on his face,
it was like he couldn't believe he was walking, either. [chuckles]
Did Susan see?
Oh, no.
Um... [crying softly]
Well, Mark, can you do me a favor and buy a fucking camcorder...
tomorrow?
I will. I mean, you sold our last one, but I will buy another one.
S...
[quietly] Shoot.
[hot tub jets bubbling]
[Ruth chuckles]
[exhales]
Ooh! [chuckles]
Ooh...
What are you doing?
Ever since you said it at dinner, it sounded like a good idea.
What did?
The hot tub.
- What? - [sighs]
You bought me a steak.
You bought yourself a steak.
I am...
trying my best
to...
keep it all...
right on the line.
Or... or right near the line.
But you're making it impossible.
I mean,
[sighs]
you have to know I'm in love with you.
[stammers] And whatever, you know. I mean...
I can feel that, I can say that,
but I can still be a fucking grown-up about it, okay? But...
it's just a little harder, you know,
when you tell me that this is the best day,
and then you... you get into a hot tub with me.
- Fine, I'll leave. - [Sam] I don't want you to leave.
I want you to stop being an idiot.
What... What... We're here.
We're together.
We should give it a shot. I...
I... I think you want to.
I don't.
I'm sorry if I misled you.
Then what do you want, Ruth?
What is it?
I mean, I think we have what everybody else is looking for.
I... I... We just had a five-hour dinner
after we spent three hours at a casino.
We work together all week. And I'm not even sick of you.
I mean, I know you're trying to draw a line
about when you can be in my room, when you can't, but...
but now you're here...
in my hot tub.
Um, this isn't your hot tub.
And you're drunk.
I'm... I'm not drunk. I had three... four drinks on a full stomach.
- I got a full... - [stammers] But you do drink
and you do coke.
Yeah, yeah, okay, I'm not a fucking saint.
And... And you get angry.
Said the perfect nun who gets in her pajamas at 9:00
and calls her boyfriend at 10:00.
See? You get mean.
- [Sam] Jesus. I'm not being mean. - And...
I'm frustrated.
Okay? And I... And I can't tiptoe around this for three months.
- I'll fucking implode. - [Ruth] Sam...
I love working with you.
And I don't want to ruin what we have.
[sighs]
I'm telling you what we have.
You can tell yourself whatever lie you need to.
- I'm not lying. - Believe what you want, Ruth.
You're almost twice my age.
So?
Is that what you were thinking about all day?
When you looked at me?
That I'm fucking old?
Really, Ruth? Is it?
[Tammé] Ooh! Hot tub club.
I love it in here.
Mmm!
I don't know why more people don't take advantage.
I was just getting out.
[Tammé] Oh, okay. More room for me.
[Sam sighs]
Good night.
White girls can't take the heat.
[hot tub jets bubbling]
Have a good day off?
Uh-huh.
[instrumental rock music playing]