Always Woodstock Page #6

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Maybe I want to stop trying

so hard.

Honey... you are so much better

than what just came out

of your mouth.

I should just go back to the city.

I don't belong here.

Wherever you go,

you take yourself with you.

You think the gauge

for not trying so hard

is that it feels easy?

Well, you're wrong.

Yeah, says the woman

who won't sing in public anymore

'cause some guy told her that

her voice quivers on the wrong octave.

Oh, yeah.

Right, yeah, you're right.

Who am I to lecture you

on good choices?

For the record...

I went out on the line for you.

You should go back to the city.

You don't belong here.

- Catherine.

- Hi.

Hi,

I thought you were in Woodstock.

I was.

I just had an awful 24 hours,

and I really do miss something.

I don't know what.

I just-I need a hug.

I don't know if that's right

or whatever, but I just need a hug.

- Can you just hug me for like...

- Yeah, of course, come here.

Oh, why are you...

why are you greasy?

Oh, I, um... uh, it's...

. I..

- Garret?

- What?

- Why are you greasy?

It's a, uh, it's oil,

and it... I don't know.

You're supposed to...

it's supposed to like sort of...

no, no,

Catherine, don't go in there!

We were never officially

back together.

Oh, come on!

Um, you remember.

This is Sylvia.

And this is her very

close friend, Matilde.

Sorry, can you leave us alone

for a second?

Catherine,

it's all out of con...

Don't you dare.

Give it to me.

I implore you to hand me

that marble man statue

because it's a De Fontana,

and it's insanely expensive.

Don't, don't, please, please.

Please, please, please, please.

- It's my lucky charm.

- Going down.

And every part I get,

I rub him on top of his head!

Please, don't! No!

- No?

- Okay, Catherine, Catherine.

Good, you...

keep control, okay?

Let's just be reasonable here,

all right.

What are you doing?

No, no, no!

Don't, don't...

no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no!

You chopped

his little penis off?

Yeah, it's called retribution,

Garret.

You chopped

his little penis off.

Just be happy

I wasn't being literal.

"Very good friend"?

Yes, and the whole place

is just covered in, like, baby oil,

and Noah is with this tall,

Namibian lady

and Lee Ann is...

You know what, Catherine?

I can't be here for you right now.

Why not?

Do you know that I called you

seven times last week

and then waited for four hours

for you to stop by after your meeting?

I was having one of the most

important weeks of my life.

Yeah, well, so was I.

Oh, right, right,

because the world cannot

revolve around me for just a second.

What?

Are you a mental?

The world's axis

sits on your tiny, little person

and spins out of control

and all I do is clean up your mess,

your constant emotional mess.

Oh, wow, whoa, what a joke!

I am an emotional mess?

You're obsessive

and sleep around so much,

I have lost penis count.

You know what?

I don't give a sh*t

what you think about me.

I am no mental

when lam standing across

from the single most insane,

wildly inappropriate,

just downright wrong person

I've ever met.

I'm pregnant.

Of course you are.

- Get out.

- Great.

And I hate your baby.

Don't... ow...

Ow, stop, stop.

Stop.

Ow!

Jesus, dude,

I thought you were dead.

I mean, you look all cracked out

and dead right now.

I feel like a version of that.

What the hell happened to you?

Um... I failed at life.

Everybody hates me.

I'm about to sell out

to Abundant tomorrow.

Catherine?

I'm dying.

What?

I mean, I'm not really dying,

but it kinds of puts sh*t

into perspective, doesn't it?

Plus you'd feel

like an a**hole if I was.

Somebody should definitely

feel like an a**hole right now.

Look, dude, what do you want?

If you could want anything

and it didn't matter,

what would you want?

To make the record

I wrote out here.

But how it sounds,

you know, not like...

and I don't care who puts it out,

who it's through,

I just want it to sound like

how it sounds here, like...

I want it to sound like me.

Good.

Let's record it.

Tell Abundant to take

it or leave it.

Yeah.

My meeting's tomorrow.

Where would we even record it?

No.

No.

Will you be

my emergency contact?

Thank you.

You can step right in,

just leave the paperwork

on the desk.

Yeah.

Hey, doc, I got this.

What are you doing here?

We wanted to, um, well...

We need to use

the studio at the barn.

- That's why you're here?

- Yep.

Also if you don't mind,

cancerous?

You're fine, but you should

be seeing the dermatologist

at least once a year.

- What was that?

- I don't have cancer.

No, I know,

but, for him to walk out.

I found the cold-hearted-snake

tone of voice a real doozy.

Should we leave?

You can go.

I set it up.

No.

No, he cannot just...

Hey!

Excuse me?

What are you doing?

No, Noah, no.

You do not get to snub me.

Do you understand that?

You are not allowed

to be cold to me,

when I should be cold to you.

You slept with me,

and it was...

I mean, it was the be...

it was ama-

four times!

Okay, no, that's not the point.

The point is... the point...

the point is this...

Catherine, what is your point?

I can't remember!

Okay, I saw you kiss Garret.

I drove to the city,

like an idiot, to see you.

I stood outside of that building

for an hour

and you walked

into someone else's arms.

Okay, and I was hurt.

Understandable.

You know what?

I know what you are.

You are a player.

What the f***?!

- Whoa, whoa, whoa...

- I'm sorry, Mr. Harmon,

but this little liar man here

has this tall Namibian girlfriend

that he is hiding away

somewhere.

He's just storing her,

and you know what?

I came to see you, too.

After I left your house I drove

to your office to surprise you,

and I see you walk out

with legs-for-days over there.

So you didn't warn me about you,

but you should have.

Laura?

Laura is the new physician assistant

at my office.

Catherine, I have been single

since my mom died.

You know what?

Catherine, you should go.

You should go.

But I-I never slept with him,

no, I didn't.

He kissed me and then

I slept over at his house,

but that was later,

hours and hours later,

and we did sleep in the same bed,

but that was it.

I couldn't do it,

and I thought that you

were ditching me.

You are the one that I want

to have sex with, not Garret,

just you, Noah,

like, I want to have sex forever.

I want have forever

sex with you.

- Thanks for the studio.

- Mm.

Hey.

I'm so sorry.

I'm really sorry for what I said.

It wasn't your most

tactful moment.

But there was

some truth in all that.

There was.

Thank you for helping me,

for being so generous,

for showing me how to write

and showing me how...

just...

what I was looking

for when I came here.

I think you're doing

the right thing today.

- You do?

- 'Cause it sounds like you.

As long as you're being honest,

then it doesn't matter who puts it out.

I'm proud of you.

I think your dad would be, too.

Come on.

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