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in a little while,

but I never thought that...

World's greatest pianist.

Help yourself.

I heard that you

had drinks with the father.

I'll assume he said

many horrible things about me.

There w... the base...

The... the baseball,

did he tell you?

No?

We were in New York

for a... a recital.

And Cal and I were

long since divorced,

but he had

one of those townhouses

down on bank street.

Between marriages,

as I recall,

briefly, of course.

Anyway,

he always kept this baseball

on his desk.

It was signed by

all those famous players,

you know, babe Ruth and so on.

He fondled it while he wrote.

Talk about freudian.

Anyway, we were up there

discussing Michael's future.

And he got it into his head

to throw the ball at Michael.

"Come on!

Think fast!"

you know... like a common

schoolyard bully.

That's... that's

the Jewish Hemingway for you.

But you know what Michael did?

He picked up the ball,

and he threw it

out of the window.

I mean, talk about babe Ruth.

You know, it was rolling down

the gutter on bank street.

It was fantastic.

I guess this is what they call

a ten-second rule.

Josie?

Por favor?

You can relax.

You've already made it

into the lion's stomach.

You don't have to worry

about its bite.

What do you want to drink?

Alcohol.

Thank you.

Would you... would you...

Put another log on the fire?

Could you do another one?

I'm freezing.

Gently, gently.

And then just

open a little gap,

about... about an inch

so it'll draw.

Josie, you can't drive

in your condition.

- I can't live

in my condition.

Ow.

Hey.

"I am not sportif."

What are you doing?

You have no right to go

through his things,

not without my permission.

I'm sorry.

You can see your own way out.

Here you go.

Sorry I'm late.

- It's okay.

- Had to stop at the bank.

So.

Listen.

It's a thriller.

It's very psychological.

Sort of antonioni

meets buuel.

A story of lovers

caught in purgatory.

It's called "in pergatoria."

- Listen...

- You must be in it.

I wrote it for you.

Jeremy, okay,

just need one minute

of silence to eat,

okay?

Friday, 5:
00 A.M.

Nod yes, and I leave.

Nod yes...

And I leave.

- Hi.

- Jesus.

What are you doing here?

- I heard you needed

a model, right?

- Yeah, but...

- Yeah.

Not you, Josie.

- Why?

- 'Cause...

I'd heard about...

And I'm so sorry.

- It's... yeah...

- I'm s...

- Fine.

- I'm so... you shouldn't be here.

- I mean...

- - What?

- Josie, the way you're in...

And you should be home.

- No.

No-no-no-no-no-no-no.

Please, I don't want to go home.

- Seriously, you gotta be...

Take care.

- I don't want to... li...

That's the last place

I should be right now, okay?

So please, Phil?

- Please.

Okay?

- O... okay.

- Please... yes?

Thank you, thank you, thank you.

Oh, my gosh.

It's actually not that boring.

- Hmm.

Bach believed

the world made sense.

He believed in god.

Now...

Listen to brahms.

Let me play you some of him.

How did you find me here?

I just wanted to apologize

for the way

i spoke to you this morning.

It wasn't right.

It's just... it's...

Everything's just...

You know.

But I could buy you lunch.

Not hungry.

Drink?

I know you're

as hungover as I am.

Hair of the dog, for Michael?

Thank you.

Thanks.

Did you ever take Michael

to lunches like these?

Uh,

when he was a little boy, yes.

But later on

he couldn't bear it,

too many fat cats.

I bet he never once took you

to a decent restaurant.

Mm.

No.

We mainly just ate at home.

You poor thing.

Michael couldn't boil water.

Michael was a great cook,

actually.

He had all these cookbooks.

We even had this little garden

with, like, herbs and stuff.

Once he cooked a whole fish

from the Chinese market,

with the head and the tail

still on.

Mm.

We even ate the eyeballs.

And the cheeks.

That's the delicacy.

Do you think it's awful that I

didn't know my own son

any better?

I...

I don't think

anybody knows everything

about somebody.

Excuse me.

You're Meredith loewy,

aren't you?

Yes.

- I saw you

in San Francisco last year.

You were amazing.

- Oh, thank you.

Thank you so much.

That's very kind.

- Are you planning on

being on tour anytime soon?

Uh, yes, very soon, in fact.

I look forward to it.

I was very sorry

to hear about your son.

Thank you.

Must be nice,

people respecting you like that.

- Yes, it would appear

that way to you, wouldn't it?

So do you date?

Date?

Dating, to date somebody?

I mean, that guy was pretty hot.

- That's a little juvenile,

don't you think?

So I guess not?

Well, I'm... I'm not celibate.

Michael thought you were.

- I didn't wave my relationships

under his nose.

I once had an affair

with a Czech violinist.

He was impossible.

Should I have forced

my sex life on him?

Would that have

been less oedipal?

More?

I don't know.

I was all he had.

Josie, I'd like to

ask you a favor.

I'd like to see

where Michael lived.

He's gone.

I just want to see.

Yeah, that...

That's why you're

being so nice to me...

- Josie...

- Right?

- People say things

when they're upset.

Do.

I think you meant to say,

people do things

when they're upset.

Well.

You remind me of Michael.

Very pigheaded.

Oh, come on.

I'm just asking to see it,

for Christ sake.

I'm not asking to move in.

Hmm?

You could, uh,

take your coat off

if you want.

- He was always so gifted

with portraiture.

Hmm.

We loved this.

May I have this?

This isn't a shopping trip.

Hey, hey.

Those are

his private journals.

- They're just

artifacts now, Josie...

please.

It's your house.

"Seor music"?

- Um, yeah, Michael

used to play piano

for, like, kids' dance classes,

so they called him

seor music.

Michael?

Michael abhorred children.

He didn't hate children.

We even talked

about having a baby.

- Well, thank god

for small mercies.

Cut.

Kay, I need my viewfinder.

- It's lighter,

it's lighter Freud.

Emotionally, it's

relatively a joke.

This, this one here.

Mm-hmm.

Hello?

It's Josie.

Josie?

Josie, it's... it's late.

- You said to call

if I ever needed you,

and I f***ing need you, Cal.

Meredith.

Meredith,

she took everything.

- I don't have anyone

to call.

No one.

Please, Cal, please,

would you call her for me?

Okay, please?

- Look, th-there's

nothing I can do.

And even if I called her,

she wouldn't listen to me.

Josie, look,

it's the middle of the night.

Let's talk in the morning,

and I'll try to help, okay?

Yeah.

Oh, yeah, yeah, totally.

Yeah, you get some sleep, okay?

You get some good

f***ing sleep, okay?

Yes?

Ms. loewy is sleeping.

Oh, no, no.

All concerts are canceled.

Mm-hmm.

Thank you.

I f***ed him in this bed,

Meredith.

Your bed.

B*tch.

- We have a dress

for you already.

No.

This is the dress.

- But, uh...

- Jeremy.

I haven't slept

in two days.

- Okay.

- Please, respect my process.

Hey, what's up?

You're gonna have to do better

than that, Meredith!

You're gonna have

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