Last Night

- Jo, are you ready?

- Maybe, no. Um...

Yes, I'm all set.

Why don't you get something to eat?

Jo, we're already late.

Did you grab a bottle of wine?

If we get hit, you could lose an eye.

Not today.

How was your day?

My day was fine.

Thank you.

- Michael, where's the wine?

- Sorry?

- The wine?

- Sh*t! Hey!

No, wait, wait, wait.

Hello.

- You look nice, baby.

- Thanks.

Come on.

I love you.

- Oh, you never bring Sarah.

- You didn't tell her?

See you in an hour.

- Should be finished by then.

- Oh, well, thank you for that.

Barbara, hello. Thanks for having us.

- Come see me upstairs, all right?

- Will do.

- How long were you two together?

- Three months.

- Three months? Is it three months already?

- Mmm-hmm.

Wow!

About Munro, I think we should schedule

another reading for Monday.

Okay. Let's just see how tomorrow goes.

I bet you didn't even like Sarah, either,

did you?

- No, I did! I said I did. - Hey! Yeah,

but I don't think that you meant it.

- Thanks.

- You're welcome.

Why is it so hard for me, Jo?

It isn't. I mean, it can't be.

You haven't got to the hard bit yet.

- What, it gets harder than this?

- Joanna!

- Hello, hi.

- Hey, what's up?

- So good to see you.

- Oh, thank you for having us.

- Andy.

- Stuart.

Michael's telling me

you're working on a new book.

- Michael always says that.

- Oh.

- Well...

- Yeah.

He's probably right.

- I just don't know it?

- Yeah.

Well, I got to go talk to somebody.

Eat. I'll be here.

He hates me. He's gonna fire me.

I know it.

- You say that every week.

- Yeah, well, it's true.

But it hasn't been in the last two years.

Yeah, well, maybe he's just waiting

for the right time.

Hey, do you want me to walk Lucy

while you guys are away?

Oh, yeah. Yeah, that'd be great.

Where is Michael, anyway?

Oh, there he is.

There he is, let's go. Joanna?

Oh, yes. No, I'm gonna go

to the ladies' room. I'll catch up.

Okay.

I'm starving.

Hey, where've you guys been?

I got totally ambushed by Stuart.

The guy hasn't talked to me in two weeks,

he sees me with your wife and just lit up.

- Hey.

- Hello.

- Hey.

- Hi.

Laura, this is my Joanna.

- Hello. Nice to meet you.

- Hi.

Joanna, this is Laura, she's the

new designer we've been working with.

- Oh!

- Nice to finally meet you.

So Michael tells me you're a writer.

- Yeah, I am.

- I've been meaning to order your book.

Oh, that's nice.

Oh, look, look. Oh, my God, Neal,

he's trying with Cynthia again.

- She's not gonna go for him.

- I know, he just won't learn.

Why not? He's a good-looking guy.

- Oh!

- Then why'd you turn him down?

Oh, speak of the devil.

- Hey, guys.

- Hey, Neal.

No luck with Cynthia?

- Oh, Joanna, hey. It's been forever.

- Hello!

- No luck?

- What?

You didn't really go to the yoga with her,

did you?

She told you that?

- She told me about that.

- Still trying with Cynthia, huh?

What, getting jealous?

- So, what's Laura's story?

- Stuart recruited her.

She seems to be good.

She's working the Munro project with us.

Of course she is.

- Do you mind getting me some more wine?

- Mmm-hmm.

How mysterious...

More of a necessary...

That's not funny.

- There you go.

- Hi.

- Hey. You want a drink?

- Yeah. White wine, please.

Sure.

Can I get another one?

Is she going to Philly

with you guys tomorrow?

Yeah.

And she was in LA with Michael last month?

Hey!

Have you been smoking?

Are you really gonna attempt

to give me grief about that?

What's wrong?

Nothing.

Have I done something wrong?

She's pretty.

Who?

You never mentioned that.

- Laura?

- Yeah, Laura.

I think you described her as "whatever."

- I don't remember.

- I bet.

You didn't tell me

that she was in LA with you.

She wasn't in LA with me.

We were just there at the same time.

Michael, face me.

You didn't tell me anything about her

before tonight,

but then, I think you know that.

What's that supposed to mean?

What did you think would happen tonight?

I mean, seriously.

Did you think I just wouldn't notice?

Why would I think anything

about you noticing her?

You are a terrible liar.

Maybe because I don't lie.

She likes you, and you like her.

And of course

you don't want to talk to me about it.

- Where does this come from?

- My eyes, Michael.

She was the only one

you talked to all night.

How many glasses of wine

did you have tonight, Jo?

Two, and too few sips.

Is that really your response?

- You had more than that.

- What are you, the drink patrol?

You know that moment when we go out

and I ask you not to have another?

And you ask me why? Well, this is why.

You're kidding, right?

Because it makes you like this, baby.

Michael, without the wine,

you'd be in a much shittier place.

Eleven hours a day,

five, sometimes six days a week.

What, that's 60 hours a week with her

for three months now?

What is it you think that I've done?

Check my phone, Jo.

- Check e-mail, check receipts. Go on.

- Oh, not everyone gets caught, Michael.

- Has she told you she's attracted to you?

- I don't know. Maybe, Joanna.

You know,

I don't let the conversation go there.

But it's tried to, hasn't it?

I bet it tried to when

you were in LA together.

You have hours that I don't know about

with the people that you work with!

You go away, doing your articles.

All the time.

And have I ever given you

a reason to stand here

feeling the way that I am right now?

I looked through a window tonight and I

saw something that I didn't need to see.

You couldn't have just watched yourself

and spared me this?

- What the f*** are you doing?

- Trying to charge the phone.

Why do you always have to use this plug?

Why'd you build a Berlin Wall

of frigging magazines?

I haven't done anything wrong.

And you're trying to pick a fight.

I spare you.

I would.

What's that supposed to mean?

What's that supposed to mean?

Is she going to Philadelphia

with you and Andy tomorrow?

- Uh-huh.

- Mmm-hmm.

Yeah, she's been working

on the Munro property with us.

What? What is that look?

That look's sad, Michael.

There's nothing going on, Jo.

Laura's just someone I work with.

It's not that I'm blaming you

for being attracted to her. She's

attractive.

And

it's natural to crave a newness.

Then what are you blaming me for?

For going out of your way not to admit it.

I thought I just did.

Don't do that face, Jo...

You know what I meant.

You corner me and you order me

to admit something

and then you pounce on me

the second I cave.

And now you're gonna sleep on the couch?

F***ing fantastic!

I didn't do anything wrong, Jo.

I'm sorry.

What for?

I'm not sure. But...

I love you.

Come to bed.

I don't want to.

Come to the kitchen.

Food isn't gonna fix this.

Say that on a full stomach. Come on.

- We got any tomatoes?

- No.

How was your day?

Mostly uneventful. Oh, but...

- What?

- Nothing. I just remembered I'm mad at you.

I hate it when that happens.

Danny proposed.

- Really?

- Yeah.

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