[theme music playing]
♪ Your love is like petrol ♪
♪ Your lips are gasoline ♪
♪ I thought you were special ♪
♪ Till you broke... ♪
[Billie] You forget, in the moment.
♪ Your love is like petrol ♪
[Billie] It feels so good.
So right.
♪ You walk the streets, looking... ♪
[Billie] You forget that you are, in fact, strangers.
[moaning]
This is crazy.
Lucky for you, I like crazy.
♪ I'm burning up ♪
♪ Junkie love, junkie love ♪
♪ Junkie love, neon bright ♪
[woman] Honey?
Honey? You're wet.
Oh, my God.
Oh.
Thank you.
[woman] We've all been there.
[both laugh]
Yes.
Oh, my God.
Sorry.
I forgot my pump.
-So gross. -Okay, trust me.
I'm more pissed off than you. All right? This shit is liquid gold.
Oh, my God.
Here you are.
Tits out and everything.
Listen, let me talk to you.
-Let me explain. -How long have you been together?
We are not together, all right? And it is not a regular thing.
We hooked up, like, a year ago.
But it is so not serious.
We're fuck buddies, when we wanna be.
We're in the same world. We see each other.
You see a lot of people. I mean, you fuck a lot of people.
Why do you have to fuck him?
I don't have to, I just...
It's been eight years since you guys were together, and until last night,
I thought you were deliriously happy
living in the burbs with your dream husband and two perfect babies.
Okay, but you still fucked him last night after I told you what was going on.
How I was missing him. And I was questioning everything!
I thought that was about you.
Not him, not really.
Everyone wonders "what if," all the time. I didn't think it was real.
That you were seriously considering leaving your husband?
I wasn't. I mean, I'm not!
You know, I just but...
But I think I messed things up, like...
bigtime.
-What do you mean? -[dramatic music playing]
I started writing in my journal about Brad, in, like...
graphic, minute detail.
Obsessing about him and all the unbelievable...
game-changing sex that we had, and Cooper read it.
He read my fucking journal.
Holy shit.
What was his response?
He bent me over the kitchen counter and fucked me probably better
than he's ever fucked me before.
I'm not seeing the problem. Like, at all!
I know, but it was just...
It was like, it was angry and it was just kind of weird and violent.
And he didn't even say a word to me before he left for work this morning.
Sash, I'm telling you, he is pissed.
It's a journal.
It's your thoughts. It's supposed to be private.
Well, it's not anymore.
I mean, I am totally exposed here.
He read about things...
I mean, it's a version of me that he doesn't even know.
[cell phone ringing]
Hi, Olga. How's it going?
It's good.
I am so sorry to bother you.
It's, uh-- Hudson wanted to talk to you.
[Hudson] Mommy, where are you?
Hi, sweetheart, I'm in the city.
-Is everything okay? -No, I miss you.
Yes, I miss you too, baby, but I'm coming home.
I'm coming home right now. I promise.
Can you give the phone back to Olga, please?
Hudson?
[cell phone beeps]
I am so fucking sorry, B.
About all of it.
We'll figure it out.
We always do.
[Billie] It was my choice, this life.
And it was a good one.
[sighs] I can still feel it.
The release of leaving the city.
All that heartbreak.
Cooper was my life raft, even if he never knew it.
I met him one month to the day after Brad and I broke up.
And from that very first moment, he just felt like home.
Girl, it's Kossi.
And he's playing the Garden.
You gotta come out. You've been benched way too long.
-I'm not benched. I'm just busy. -Mm-hm.
You have been breakup-bummed out,
which frankly is giving that dickwad more credit than he deserves.
Okay, look at me. I showered.
I put on a nice outfit.
It's a busy semester.
It's the Garden!
Big enough, that even if fuckface Brad is there, you don't have to see him.
This has nothing to do with fuckface.
Whatever. We don't even have to go backstage, all right?
Just get some drinks, you know?
Watch the show like civilians.
Huh?
Excuse me.
So sorry to interrupt. I just, uh...
I'm lost.
As embarrassing as that is to admit, I'm looking for Hamilton Hall,
and all I can seem to find is Jefferson and John Jay.
It's a bit like founding-father central around here, right?
Uh, I was hoping maybe you could help me.
I'm supposed to be at my firm's recruiting event...
three minutes ago now, and I'm the recruiter, so...
Let me guess, investment banker?
Well, I don't usually lead with that, it's more of a third-date admission.
Oh. So we're dating now? Wow, you move fast.
-Have I met your folks yet? -No, but it can definitely be arranged.
Just as soon as I find Hamilton Hall. I really am lost.
Well, you're not so lost that you couldn't find your way to two cute girls
on the quad to ask for directions, instead of campus security,
which is right over there.
[upbeat music playing]
Ah.
Busted. But at least you know I have a good eye.
Why don't you walk him over, Billie?
Hamilton's on your way to any-fucking-where
you might be going tonight.
-Right, babe? -Yeah. What do you say?
Can you see your way to helping a stranger in need?
You don't give up, do you?
-I don't think I want to. -Thank you, Jesus.
Fine.
All right, let's go! Yeah, let's see what you got.
-It's over there. Come on. -After you.
[softly] What?
You got a big decision to make, all of you, and I know what that's like.
I sat where you are.
I got a big fancy offer from Morgan Stanley...
and I took it.
And I couldn't look myself in the mirror for the next three years.
Sure, you get the Porsche.
You get Christmases on the beach in Phuket. But so what?
Right? That's not a life.
So I had to find a place where I could make a real difference.
True impact investing.
Now, I'm not saying that we're curing cancer...
[clearing throat] except we kind of are.
-[audience laughs] -We're trying to, at least.
Those are the kinds of companies that we're after.
So Henry Ford, Steve Jobs, Elon Musk.
Their dream wasn't to make money.
Their dream was to change the future for the better.
Money's just what they got for being right.
So if that sounds like something that you're into, let's talk.
Sign-ups are on the website.
Thank you.
[indistinct chatter]
-I think they bought it. -[Cooper laughs]
Believe it or not, I really am one of the good guys.
The good guy investment bankers?
Don't worry, you're significantly less douchey than I thought.
Good. Look, it's been a long day.
-Wanna go get a margarita--? -Make it a Jack and Coke and I'm in.
-[pop music playing over speakers] -Oh, come on!
Really? A Georgia Peach?
Why is that so hard to believe?
Well, because I just, I can't picture you as like this tiara-wearing debutante,
captain of the cheerleading squad.
Well, that's because I wasn't, okay?
Tiaras are for princesses. I was homecoming queen.
I wore a crown.
And, yes, my forward roll is the stuff of cheerleading legend in Cobb County.
-Thank you very much. -Gonna make you show me one of these days.
Okay, we'll see about that.
So it sounds like you, uh... You had it made.
-Must have been hard to leave. -Not as hard as people think.
I mean, I did have a hope chest.
But it was filled with a lot more than just embroidery
and pictures of wedding dresses clipped out of Modern Bride and Vogue.
I mean, I had plenty of those too, but I don't know, I just, I wanted more.
That wasn't enough. More than all the other girls. Ever since I was little.
Big appetite.
I needed a big city to try and fill it.
Doesn't get bigger than New York.
I wanted adventure. I wanted crazy nights on the town.
How's that working out for you?
I don't know.
[Billie chuckles]
Georgia wasn't enough...
but New York might be a little too much.
I know exactly what you mean.
So I've got a house, um, out in the country, Connecticut.
Wow, nice.
So I spend weekends out there.
But lately I've been getting this itch,
you know, maybe I need to move out there full-time.
It's hard to start a family in the city. So...
[Billie] He was so damn perfect. I kept waiting for the other shoe to drop.
-[woman] Cooper? What are you doing here? -"Here it comes," I thought.
-Hey! How are you? -That looks like another shoe
if I ever saw one.
Mm! Em, I want you to meet Billie.
Oh.
-Short for Wilhelmina? -Yes!
-Except it wasn't. -You're a lucky girl.
There isn't ever another shoe with Cooper.
-How's your mom? -Great!
He's a one-shoe kind of guy.
What you see is what you get.
-I know a great physiotherapist. -You're so sweet. She'd love that.
"That's the kind of girl who gets to marry a guy like Cooper," I thought.
Bright, cheerful.
If she'd hoed her way through half of Manhattan like I had,
she certainly wasn't letting anyone know about it.
All right, take care of yourself.
[Cooper clears throat]
-That was your ex. -Okay. Yeah.
Yes, we dated for a while. But she's married now to a great guy.
I was at their wedding, in fact.
-Really? -Yeah.
You're not friends with your exes?
[sobbing]
Not so much.
I mean, there, um... [stammers]
There was a guy, Brad, but it didn't work out. Anyway...
Let's talk about you!
And that was it.
It was a choice, in the moment, to for once keep my very big mouth shut
and put everything that had happened with Brad
and all those other crash-and-burn relationships in a box.
I don't know. You wanna get something to eat?
-Yeah. Yeah? -Let's do that.
I always thought, at some point, I'd tell him everything, that I'd let him see.
But the days go by, there's such happiness, so much love.
Why risk it?
♪ Nothing's gonna hurt you, baby ♪
[man over PA] Greenwich. Greenwich station.
[Hudson] Mommy!
[tender music playing]
Hey, baby.
Hi. Hi, my love.
You're not gonna get me!
No! No!
I've got you. I've got you this time! I got you.
And you just get so many tickles!
You're going upside down for that.
Hey, little munchkin!
Come see me, buddy.
Oh, there's my boy! [growls]
I missed you, buddy. What'd you do today?
Olga and I made a snow globe.
You made a snow globe? Are you kidding me?
Well, go get it, dude! Let me see it. Go on.
-Hey. How are you? -Hi.
Where's Ellary?
Uh, she's, ahem... She's taking her nap, or maybe she's down for the night,
I don't know, her schedule's been kind of weird lately.
I, um...
I got you something.
[clearing throat] Um...
Okay, so I had a little bit of help.
I went there myself, but the sales lady pointed me in the right direction.
Hopefully.
[upbeat music playing]
What is this?
Open up.
I thought you'd like it.
Because of what you read?
-Cooper, that's-- -Shh, shh, shh.
Go put it on.
Okay. I'm sure this fits.
-It's gorgeous, but I... -Go put it on.
Because I'm taking you out.
Tonight.
Broken Social Scene might be doing a secret concert at the Capital,
I don't know.
-You used to love them, right? -I did, yeah.
I mean, I still do, but I already sent Olga home.
She was here all day.
I've already talked to Devon, and Trina's coming over to watch the kids,
and we are going out.
Just like the old days.
Go pump.
Let's do this.
Okay.
[breast pump buzzing]
[Billie] There she is.
I remember that girl.
She didn't have a battery-operated puke pastel contraption
sucking the life out of her tits six times a day, but the makeup is on point.
That girl had a lot of fun.
Got in a lot of trouble too.
I loved that girl.
And so did he.
He tracked me down the very next morning after we met.
It's, uh, one of the great debates in modern psychology,
the efficacy of traditional monogamy.
Now, Professor Sumner will tell us that monogamy is optimistic,
unrealistic and, frankly, difficult to maintain.
[students laugh]
Sumner will also cite studies...
[dramatic music playing]
...that tell us that only 3 percent of all mammals...
are socially monogamous and that sexual monogamy...
is almost unheard of in the animal kingdom.
And to that I say...
we are not animals.
And to assume a mere biological imperative is not only foolish...
but dangerous too.
Okay, great. Uh, we'll just leave it at that for today.
Thanks, guys.
[indistinct chatter]
What are you doing here? How did you even find me?
You left.
So?
Women don't usually leave my apartment.
Not until I ask them to anyway.
I had to work. I had a full day of classes to take and to teach.
So you're...
You're kind of a big deal.
Look, um...
-what happened last night was... -Amazing.
Unexpected.
Exhausting?
-Irresponsible. -Wild.
Mm?
You told me to trust you, but...
the truth is I don't.
I have no reason to.
I mean, sure, you didn't murder me.
Thanks for that, by the way. But, still, I don't know you.
-Do you want to? -Come on.
Anything that starts out that hot burns out real fast.
So why don't we just save each other the time and the heartbreak?
What do you say, "mate"?
I say no.
[Billie chuckles]
What do you mean, "no"?
[Brad] I don't want to.
It started way before the pool...
in the car.
You, uh...
You saw me.
[chuckles] Right through me. Things I...
I don't let people see.
And I see you too.
You said yes to me, to all of it, because you wanted to.
And I think you wanna say yes all the time.
Do everything.
Try anything.
And that might scare some people.
But it doesn't scare me.
Let me take you for a ride...
[breast pump buzzing]
You can get down here...
Wow.
Oh, my God, look at you.
This is not your regular Tuesday night.
-Oh, you look amazing. -Really?
-You like it? -Yeah.
I think I do.
You look like a princess, Mommy.
-Come here! -Go give Mom a hug.
Oh! Oh, come here, sweetheart.
Hey, you be good for Trina, okay?
You go to sleep when she says and you keep an ear out for your baby sister.
I love you. Go on.
[Billie sighs, then laughs]
Thank you so much for coming over on such short notice.
I'd say the pleasure's all mine,
but I don't think by the end of the night that'll be true.
Enjoy yourself.
Enjoy your husband. Okay?
Ready?
Let's do this.
Yeah, it's a big ask.
I mean, it's three times the size of our normal investment.
And they've got the money since the merger.
I'm just not sure they're ready to spend it, but...
Cooper.
Are we ever gonna talk about what happened this morning?
About what you read?
Tonight's about having fun.
It's about playing hooky from real life. And that's what we're gonna do.
Okay.
[pop music playing over speakers]
[indistinct chatter]
-[Billie sighs] -We made it.
-I'm gonna go get us some drinks. Yeah? -Okay.
Feels a bit like a Jack and Coke kind of night. Hm?
[Billie] Mmm.
[Billie] Love bubble rush.
There it is.
I remember that feeling.
Truth is, it's kind of hard to forget.
Okay, what's going on?
Are we going someplace your black behemoth of a gas guzzler can't take us?
Yeah, you could say that.
What the hell are you doing?
Come on.
No! Nope. No fucking way.
You better hurry up.
You've got seven minutes until the next train, and trust me,
you do not want me down here when it comes.
Okay, I-- I don't want you down there at all.
Come on. Here, get up.
Sorry.
Best way out is always through.
Brad. Brad!
-What the hell? -You know you want to. Come on.
Hey, say yes.
I'm not gonna let anything happen to you.
Oh, my God. Oh, screw it.
All right, you-- You better know what the hell you're doing.
I used to come down here as a kid. Yeah.
When things got bad.
Bad how?
Oh, just a troubled-8-year-old- on-his-own-in-Manhattan kind of bad.
-So you grew up in New York? -Yeah, for a while.
Till my parents split.
Mom took me back home.
This place is pretty hardcore.
-You weren't scared? -Nah.
Fear is relative.
[train approaching]
-Uh, you said seven minutes. -Give or take.
-I want to go back. -No, you don't.
-Yes, I do! -You're not gonna make it.
-There is a fucking train coming! -Then we need to hurry up!
-I told you, I've got you! -No, Brad!
-[train horn honking] -No, listen to me, Brad!
Come on!
[shouts]
[suspenseful music playing]
What do you think?
["Blood" playing]
♪ I want it to be over ♪
♪ Turn the boat around And bring that girl in ♪
♪ I stumble through the error... ♪
Yeah!
Yes!
[Billie] But I'm not supposed to be thinking about him.
Hey!
Hey. Coop. Maybe this was a mistake.
-What are you talking about? -Let's just go to the Oyster House.
We can grab some drinks, um, maybe get some dinner.
[man over PA] Ladies and gentlemen, Broken Social Scene!
[crowd cheering]
It's not that big of a deal, it's okay.
Really. Okay?
-Come on. -No. No, no, no.
We're gonna do this.
We're gonna dance.
You wanna dance?
Mm.
-You hate dancing. -I hate but I wanna dance with you.
♪ How could you be and I be... ♪
[Billie] This is why I love my husband.
Aw, I love this song!
He's a terrible liar,
a terrible dancer but a sweetheart of a man.
♪ You're the bell and you beckon ♪
♪ The hours, the minutes, the seconds ♪
♪ The more you are will I be ♪
♪ Will I be me ♪
No, I'm telling you, those girls were into you.
I heard them in the ladies room, the "hot preppy dad" dude.
-Oh, God. -I mean, come on, that's you.
-Coop. -Yeah?
-What are you doing? -I don't know.
What am I doing?
[suspenseful music playing]
What is going on?
-Cooper, whose house is this? -I have no idea.
What?
-What are you...? Whoa. -This way.
-What are you doing? -[Cooper shushing]
-Where are you going? What is going on? -You'll see.
Not bad, right?
[Billie] These people obviously had a stupid amount of money.
And so probably owned a state-of-the-art, Hunger Games-style security system,
with invisible lasers and paralysis-inducing mist.
But it was too late.
I was already paralyzed.
This bad-boy shit, this is my jam.
Which now Cooper knows all about.
Oh, my God.
Cooper, no.
-Yes. -No.
["White Noise" playing]
Yes.
Come on.
[Billie] This is what a sweetheart does when he reads your journal.
He doesn't get mad.
He gets busy...
trying to give you what you want.
What your impossibly sexy ex-boyfriend gave you ten years ago.
♪ ...as is illustrated ♪
♪ I'm body soft and disintegrated ♪
♪ I'm in the self, half illuminated ♪
♪ I'm on the call But it's distant and faded ♪
♪ I myself am the robber denied ♪
♪ I chased all I lost Down a spiraling silence ♪
♪ I'm on your side It's just so hard to see you ♪
♪ I'm on the side Of the ghost and the needle ♪
[Billie giggles]
My God.
Look at you.
♪ When it's so full of tricks ♪
♪ I'll be toasting The gold lights of life ♪
♪ The trail is cold and hard ♪
♪ The course of the light of the child ♪
♪ A slow messenger ♪
♪ I'm in charge of the coal and the fire ♪
♪ White noise calling on a sudden deluge ♪
♪ I'm chased out of breath Trying to come back to you ♪
♪ I'm in arrest of the subtle hues... ♪
I love you so much.
I love you.
You're the one that I want.
♪ I'm in the flesh Of the hungering few... ♪
[moans]
[Billie] An instruction manual.
That's what my journal was to him.
[moaning]
And, oh, my God, was he good at following instructions.
♪ The suicide or the slaughtered lamb? ♪
♪ When it's so full of tricks I'll be toasting the gold lights of life ♪
[man] Hey! What the hell are you doing in my pool?
Shit! Oh, shit!
[pop music playing]
[Billie screaming]
-Aw, shit! -Get your shoe!
Go! Keep going! Go!
Hey! What the hell are you doing?
That guy's my client. He was supposed to be in Singapore.
Oh, Cooper.
[sirens wailing]
Um...
-The police. Oh, my God. -I see that, thank you!
-Okay. Maybe we should pull over? -Hold on.
-Maybe we should--? -Hold on.
What are you doing? Oh, my God.
-We're fine. -This is a little too much.
-Honey, please! -We're gonna be fine.
-Billie, I got it. -Oh, my God!
-Here, hold on! Yes! Yes! -Oh, no! No! No!
Yes! Hold on, we got this!
[both shouting]
Oh, my God.
-Okay, watch this! -No! Cooper!
[both shouting]
I don't know about this!
We lost them. We lost them!
Oh, my God! Oh, my God.
-What just happened? -Oh, babe! Come here.
[Billie laughing]
-Just-- No! -Don't... Oh!
[Trina] Well, well, well.
What happened to you two?
Thank you so much.
-Your kids were angels, by the way. -Oh.
Call me anytime.
Nice work, killer.
-I should go feed Ellary. Or pump, I... -Shh.
It's no problem.
-I'll meet you in the bed. -Mm.
[romantic music playing]
Sweet, sweet girl.
[shushing]
[cell phone rings]
Hey, girl, I've been waiting for you to call.
How'd it go with Coop? Did he kill you? Are you dead?
In the best possible way!
You're never gonna believe what Cooper did with what he read.
Okay.
Badass, man.
[shouts]
Girl! You have just discovered the Holy Grail of behavior modification techniques.
This is an Oprah pick. New York Times motherfucking bestseller.
You want it? It is all yours.
And I will take it to the bank.
Men always say they can't read our minds.
Well, maybe now they can.
I'm gonna go on Good Morning America.
Tell Robin Roberts how women across the country can save their marriages
with subliminal spousal bibliotherapy.
We'll call it SSB for short.
Ooh! You are gonna get me tenure and an Audi R8 with this thing.
You're welcome.
Okay, well, you enjoy the rest of your night.
-I'll talk to you later. -Talk soon.
Bye.
Sweet, sweet girl.
[dramatic music playing]
[moaning]
Hey.
-Are you okay? -Yeah, I'm great.
-I'll see you in a sec. -Okay.
[cell phone buzzing]
What, you want more details, dirty girl?
Uh, yes, please.
What the hell are you doing calling me?
Honestly, what I've wanted to do for a long time.
I've been trying not to think of you for eight years.
Now I'm fucked.
I can't.
-My husband. -Billie.
Tell me you never think about me...
and I'll never call you again.
I... I don't.
[Billie] Shit.
[closing theme playing]