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came up to you and said--

You know, Smokey, what if he said:

''Alex Fletcher,

you are a horrible songwriter''?

How would you react?

l know Smokey a little bit. He's too nice

a gentleman ever to say such a thing.

Dylan might. Dylan would, actually.

ln fact, Dylan did.

Okay, Dylan walks up to you and he says,

''You are a horrible songwriter.''

-How do you react?

-l would be horribly depressed.

Yes. l would. l would.

But then, after, you know,

months of brooding...

...l would find a lyricist...

...and write a song

about how horribly depressed l was.

And it would be a big hit, everyone

would love me, and l'd make lots of money.

Suddenly l'd be less depressed

than if l just sat around...

...being a little bit self-indulgent,

letting my misery eat away at me...

...until l'd become an emotional wreck

and creatively completely moribund.

Yes, moribund.

-Okay, let's go. Come on.

-All right.

I've been living with a shadow overhead

I've been sleeping

With a clown above my bed

-''Clown'' is not right. What is that word?

-lt's ''cloud.''

-Write more clearly. How can l--?

-Why would you have a clown in your bed?

-lt would not be the first time.

-Yeah, l'm not surprised.

-Write in capital letters.

-Why don't you write it?

l'm sorry, Khan.

We're gonna come back in one second.

You dictate, l'll write.

And l will write like a human...

...and not like a small Pekingese dog.

What are you doing, you madwoman?

You're destroying my apartment.

l can't write from across the room.

Well, you're not writing here.

Get back to your corner.

l can't have you here.

-l'll be blocked. l'll be completely stuck.

-So go out the other side.

l've never been the other side.

Push, push. Push, push.

Good. Better.

You're still a fraction close.

Just-- Just back off, just one....

Just-- Just--

There, fine, good.

Okay.

And l don't think those chords are right.

lt has to sound different than the verse.

What kind of different

did you have in mind?

l don't know.

Something sadder, you know?

And l still don't like my line

about ''places in my mind.''

-lt's fine.

-Fine isn't good.

We only have time for fine.

l tell you what.

We'll change ''places in my mind'' ...

...if l can keep the chord sequence

into the bridge.

This isn't a negotiation.

lt's either right or wrong,

inspired or insipid.

lt's 4 in the morning. We're not writing the

last movement of the ''Jupiter Symphony.''

lt's a song for someone who's last hit

was ''Welcome to Bootytown.''

Please, get back to work.

l still don't like it.

And it's ''Entering Bootytown.''

And another thing,

the whole top section....

l mean, it's so close.

We're just not there yet.

We just-- We have to focus

and stay, you know...

...completely understanding

of what we're trying to say.

Okay, you may now

start killing the next one.

All I wanna do

Is find a way back into love

I can't make it through

Without a way back into love

You know, l'm tone-deaf.

Hey, what do you think of this?

Just keep writing.

Cora is leaving in an hour.

Listen, l was thinking that ''corners''

was such a better word than ''spaces.''

For ''in the mind.'' ''The corners

of my mind,'' rather than ''the spaces.''

lt just seems to have a better boundary

to it, you know?

Should l speak to you

about this later? Okay.

lt sounds so good. l can't believe it.

And now...

...vocals.

No, you see, you have to sing

into the microphone. lt won't follow you.

-But l can't.

-lt's a duet for a man and a woman.

We are as close as we've got.

Your headphones and a level. You look nice.

You should wear them all the time.

How is that?

-Yes?

-Okay!

lt's okay.

And...

...''Way Back lnto Love.'' Take one.

Oh, God. l'm getting really nervous.

You'll be fine.

Just use your normal nice voice...

...that l've heard so much of

in the last three days.

lt's like my throat's closing up.

lt's like anaphylactic.

lt's fine. lt's just a three-minute song.

I've been living with a shadow overhead

I've been sleeping with a....

Just a little bit louder.

This song is intended for humans.

''Way Back lnto Love.'' Take two.

I've been living with a shadow overhead

I've been sleeping

With a cloud above my bed

I've been lonely for so long

Trapped in the past

I just can't seem to move on

I've been hiding all my hopes

And dreams away

Just in case I ever need 'em

Again someday

I've been setting aside time

To clear a little space

In the corners of my mind

All I wanna do

Is find a way back into love

I can't make it through

Without a way back into love

Hey, hey! Taxi! She's gonna have a baby!

Hey, what if that were true?

Another one.

-Oh, my God. lt's Cora.

-Okay, stay calm.

-C, you remember Alex Fletcher.

-How are you, C?

-Hi, Alex.

-Sophie Fisher, my lyricist.

Hi. Aspiring lyricist, actually.

So Ray tells me you have a song.

We do. A little ditty. lt's just a rough....

Yeah, go ahead, take it. Help yourself.

Oh, we're gonna do it now?

Great, great. No time like the present.

Very rough. Just put together

in my little studio. Both of us singing.

She's gonna hear my voice,

it's gonna ruin it.

lt's gonna be fine.

Anyone see Nattle of the '80s Has-Neens

the other night?

That Debbie Gibson,

she can take a punch.

l didn't see it.

This is the song l've been looking for.

l can't wait to work on it.

Congratulations, guys. We gotta book.

Thank you so much.

Looking forward to working with you guys.

Congratulations.

-D Money!

-Let's go home.

This way, folks.

lt's unbelievable. We got the job.

l thank you. Thank you.

l thank you, l thank you....

Yes? Chris, she loved it.

Unbelievable!

Definitely. Where are you?

Okay, got it. Got it.

We're going to dinner. Come on.

To Sophie Fisher, the woman who paved

my way back to Knott's Berry Farm.

Gloria, l love your dress.

Oh, thank you.

lt's nice to clean up after a day of work.

Where do you work?

l'm a therapist at Columbia-Presbyterian.

l'm working on a study

examining the relationship--

Oh, my God.

That's a strike against us, right?

l mean....

What is it? What?

-Sloan.

-Sloan?

Mr. Cates, good evening.

How are you? Nice to see you.

l'd say about two minutes.

-Hi, how you doing?

-Here it comes.

Here's the thing....

ls she all right?

Yeah, she always does this.

lt's her way of working up an appetite.

Hang on.

Hello? Sophie?

He's at the bar.

l know. l know. l know.

l saw him. l saw him.

He's not that great, you know.

l saw the beginnings of a bald patch.

-Why, come and have a look.

-Oh, he has a great head of hair.

Oh, God.

l think l'll just stay in here

until he leaves.

Maybe you could send in a salad

and an iced tea?

Right. l'll get the waiter.

Would you like the dessert cart as well?

Look, this is ridiculous.

l've been dreaming

about confronting him too.

l had a speech prepared for over a year.

Would you like to hear it?

Very, very much.

Hello there. Good evening.

Sloan, even though Sally Michaels

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