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that relationship

because I'm some sort

of selfish, depressed prick,

- which I am, by the way.

- No. I don't think

you're a selfish, depressed prick.

I think you've let your troubles

- get in the way of your entire life.

- Oh, babe, babe.

You're really showing

your age right now.

You have no idea what happens

between two people

after 18 years of marriage,

all right?

And because you're willing

to hang around for some a**hole

after he totally betrayed you,

that's your business.

I'm sorry, you're right.

I put a lot of time and

effort into that relationship,

and no, I'm not just walking away

because of a bump in the road!

"Bump in the road"?

I left that relationship

because I was having

a f***ing nervous breakdown,

and she was out there

f***ing some other guy,

planning how she was gonna start

a new life with him

when I was here taking care of my kid.

You have no f***ing clue

what you're talking about.

You know nothing!

She goes to Europe

to work on a junket, and, um...

she ends up meeting

and falling in love with a singer.

Bang, boom. Thunder, lightning.

Fireworks. The whole bit.

And...

the arrangement was

that they were gonna come back

and tell their partners

that they'd fallen in love

and they were gonna spend

the rest of their lives together.

And so, I go to the airport

to pick her up,

and she just comes out with it,

first off. Whole story.

And next day, her bags are all packed,

and we're telling Violet

what's gonna happen.

So what did happen?

He choked.

He got on the airplane,

went back to his life,

turned his phone off,

and she never heard from him again.

I move into another bedroom.

She's waiting around for

a phone call that never comes,

and I turn into a...

I lose my sh*t a little bit.

- I'm so sorry.

- No.

Maybe people in the music industry

just don't make good life partners.

- Or fathers.

- Yeah, it certainly looks that way.

I didn't mean about the fathers bit.

You make a very good father.

- Yeah, right.

- Maybe just not a good partner.

What is that?

- This?

- Yeah.

- That's a splitter.

- Oh.

t's for, uh, two headphones

going into one input.

- Yeah.

- It's actually...

- ...from my first date with Miriam.

- It is?

What do you mean?

We walked all over the city

listening to her CD player.

Um...

I don't think we said more than

two words to each other the whole night.

That was New Year's Eve,

and we were married two months later.

Wow.

That's lovely.

What kind of music you got

on your phone?

I'm not giving you access

to my music library. I'm really not.

There's a lot of embarrassing,

very guilty pleasures in there.

Mine, too. You can tell a lot about

a person by what's on their playlist.

I know you can.

That's what's worrying me.

- So are we gonna do this?

- OK.

OK, let's do it.

This is a really good choice!

Oh, yeah.

- Genius.

- Genius.

- Perfect, right?

- Yeah, yeah.

- Great.

- Yeah.

Yeah.

- Oh, no, lforgot...!

- What?

OK, OK, we got to dance!

- What?

- We got to dance!

All right, all right.

- Yeah, we got to...

- Where?

We got to dance.

- This way, I know, I know, I know.

- This way.

OK, so, I'm quite frightened,

'cause you might find this cheesy,

but it is one of my favorite songs

from one of my favorite films,

so are you ready?

t's good, right?

That's what I love about music.

- What?

- One of the most banal scenes

is suddenly invested

with so much meaning, you know?

All these banalities,

they're suddenly turned

into these...

these beautiful, effervescent pearls.

From music.

I've got to say, as I've gotten older,

these pearls are just...

...becoming increasingly

more and more rare to me.

More string than pearls?

Yeah. You've got to travel

over a lot more string

to get to the pearls.

This moment is a pearl, Gretta.

It sort of is, isn't it?

All this has been a pearl.

Hey, guys!

- Hi.

- Hello, Steve.

Come on and check it out.

Your boyfriend just won a Music Gong.

- No way.

- You won't believe it.

Done something to his face.

Wow, thank you so much.

I'm a bit taken aback by this.

This is incredible.

Uh, it just proves that a guy

from nowhere can actually make it

if he follows his dreams.

I've been practicing this speech

into a shampoo bottle

in the shower my entire life.

Yeah...

- Uh, gosh, thank you.

- Nice beard, you f***ing loser.

What dreams? We never

had those dreams.

- I don't remember those dreams.

- How do you know?

Because I know him.

Maybe they were private dreams.

Maybe he just never told you about them.

Who was I living with

for the last five years?

Baby, you've been living

with a rock star.

Only he didn't know it.

It didn't matter,

but now that he does,

I've got to tell you,

these people get married to it.

They fall in love with the music,

they fall in love with the lights,

they fall in love with the road,

the chicks, all that sh*t.

And no matter how hard he tries,

he's never gonna be able

to make a woman happy.

All right.

See you in the morning.

He just looks a dick!

- Why would he do that?

- I don't know.

Why would anyone?

I'll tell you why he'd do it.

He wants to look like the guy who

doesn't realize... "I've grown a beard.

I was so busy lost inside

myself writing music,

I didn't realize I'd grown

a beard the size of my neck."

I'm gonna sound

quite cheesy over it.

I loved him like a fool.

I don't think that's cheesy. I think

that sounds like a phenomenal song.

- Does it?

- Yeah, it sounds like a song.

I think it sounds like

a song you should write right now.

- Right now?

- Write it down.

- Write it down, write it down.

- OK, OK.

You're in the zone.

- Say, "I'm in the zone."

- I'm in the zone.

Don't say it like

a posh English girl,

- say it like someone in New York.

- F*** off!

Say, "I'm in the f***ing zone."

- I'm in the f***ing zone.

- I'm in the f***ing zone.

I'm gonna write a song,

I don't give a sh*t.

I'm gonna write a song.

- Actually shut up.

- All right, I'm shushing...

OK, dialing.

- All right, here we go.

- Speaker.

Hey, this is Dave Kohl.

Uh, I am probably busy doing something

awesome, so leave rne a message

and I probably won't be able

to get back to you at all, ever.

One more?

Hey.

Everybody, this is, uh...

this is Miriam.

This is Gretta.

- This is my daughter, Violet.

- Nice to meet you.

Come on, babe.

Miriam, thank you.

Thank you.

It's not too high, is it?

That's not too high for a bass.

Exactly.

No one should play bass

unless it's this high.

You want me to set your amp

or are you good? OK.

No, no, no, no, no! Hold up,

hold up, hold up, hold up...

Rachel, at the top, or...

yeah, at the top,

come in a little bit more gradually.

- Fat Jimmy, come on, man.

- What's up'?

- All right, man, all right.

- Police ain't gonna get you up here.

Let's hear that bass, my brother.

- I got you, baby, I got you.

- Come on, man.

I'm sorry, wait a minute.

Um, do you play bass?

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