Tumbledown Page #7

way too early.

That's tough, you know?

I mean, the smallest thing

can set me off with that.

You know, like the fall of light

through a window

or a stack of old newspapers.

- Mm-hmm.

- It's true, though.

But my old man took his life

when I was a kid.

You know, so...

Now there, that's a guy

you thought you knew,

but... surprise.

Do they do free refills on booze here,

or how's that work?

- That's terrible.

- Mmm.

Yes, it was terrible.

Yeah.

But it was a long time ago.

And that's what serotonin reuptake

inhibitors are for anyway, right?

- You're medicated?

- Not currently, no.

But a couple more weeks up here

and I may have to call my dealer--

er, I mean, doctor.

- Oh.

- What's going on, boss?

Nothing.

Just talking about stuff.

Hannah, care to join me

on the dance floor?

- Of course.

- Oh.

- Great.

- Yeah.

Go scoot your boots.

Five-- five songs?

Five hours.

Oh, five minutes? Okay.

Got it.

...but I guess

that's why they say

Every rose has its thorn

Just like every night

Has its dawn

Just like every cowboy

Sings a sad, sad song

Every rose has its thorn...

Go back to my chateau

For a late night snack,

sip a little merlot

Blackened salmon salad

and croutons

Conversate till dawn

on a $50 futon

Me and you until the sunrise

I'm looking in your eyes,

thinking of your thighs

Hey, baby,

do you think maybe

That one day

you can be my lady?

Unh unh...

I have spent my entire adult life

in the city, okay?

I've sat front row

at the Garden.

I've dined

at some very hip spots.

I've done seen

some crazy sh*t, okay?

But this is what Saturday night

is all about.

Mm-hmm.

Andrew:
Yeah.

Hannah:

Well, for some of us it is.

Andrew:
That's great.

It's great.

Isn't it weird,

you spend your whole life

trying not to die

some way or other,

and then when something

really terrible happens,

you just wish it were you

and not them?

Yeah, well,

I'm glad it wasn't you.

Right.

There's no way that

he would pay you 40 grand

to write my biography.

Pretty sure it was 50 grand.

Don't look at me like that.

Mmm.

Mmm.

Andrew:
Wow.

He's a lot closer now, isn't he?

- Hannah:
Just stay calm.

- Should we go?

- Hannah:
Put it in reverse and leave.

- Yeah, that's what I was think-- okay.

Hannah:
All right, you got

the full rental insurance, right?

Andrew:

No, I'm not too worried about it.

I'm sure those scratches

will just buff right out.

Are you done for the night?

Uh, no.

I mean, no, not if you're not.

Okay. Come on.

- Oh, we're getting out.

- Mm-hmm.

All right.

What were you thinking?

Tada.

There's more.

Come on.

Where the hell

are you taking me?

You'll see.

There may well be

a raccoon in here,

so brace yourself.

Here, wait.

Let me just get the lights.

Whoa, whoa, whoa.

- God, it's freezing.

- This is amazing.

- Let me put the heater on.

- Yeah, yeah.

Whoa.

This-- I can't believe--

I mean, this is-- this is

what I'm talking about.

Yeah.

This is the guy

we all want to know.

- Yeah.

- Holy sh*t.

Look at all this.

I can't believe this.

Oh, boy, oh, boy.

This is incredible.

Inn:

Hey, Hannah.

Thank you.

Thank you for letting me in.

I'll erase your brain later.

- Agreed. Agreed.

- Mm-hmm.

Yes, absolutely.

Yeah.

- May I?

- Sure. Go ahead.

- Knock yourself out.

- Yeah?

Oh, boy.

Oh.

The-- yeah.

Analog, of course.

- Wait, wait. These aren't--

- Oh, God, no.

Those babies

are in a safety deposit box.

That's just an empty

blank canvas.

Yeah. Oh, man.

Yes.

Now we're talking.

Vinyl collection of the gods,

you know?

Great. Love it.

Hmm.

Yeah, well, you know,

he had his muses.

Don't we all?

This is really good.

It is. It's hilarious.

Haven't seen one of these

in a while.

- What is that?

- It's a four track.

It's still plugged in

and everything.

Well, wait-- don't-- don't--

Only you and me

and the trees shall know

Baby, in the cold, cold snow

I guess, Lord,

I couldn't wait to go...

- Oh, whoa.

- I'm a pebble on in the pond...

- Wait, wait.

- What are you doing?

No, I-- I don't, um...

can you go back

to the house?

- What song is that?

- I don't--

- What--

- I don't know. I don't know.

- What do you mean, you don't know?

- I don't know.

Can you go back

to the house, please?

Yeah.

Oh, son of a b*tch.

Hunter on tape:

Okay.

No running

out of breath this time.

Here we go.

Way up Little Jackson

There's a split in the stone

Where I lose myself to time

ls it all flesh and bone?

Baby, in the cold, cold snow

Only you and me

and the trees shall know

Baby, in the cold,

cold snow

I guess, Lord,

I couldn't wait to go...

What is it?

ls it a whole album?

Is it any good?

I mean, there's a song.

I don't know.

There's, like, one song.

At least one, or part of one,

but she definitely knew

nothing about it.

- And you don't get to hear it?

- I have no idea.

She could be ripping it

to shreds as we speak.

This track may never see

the light of day.

All I know is there was a ghost

in that room.

Hello?

Andrew.

What's going on?

Hi!

Hey! Finley!

- Is everything okay?

- Yeah.

I hopped on

the 6:
00 AM to Portland.

Don't know what happened, but somehow

the cab ended up being $248.

' - Stay, stay!

Finley:

I definitely only had money for tip.

- Crazy expensive, Maine.

- Right?

Yeah. So good to see you.

That's--

- Hannah".

- Hmm?

This is Finley,

right here in the flesh.

I'll go grab my wallet

and get cash for you.

How are you, Hannah?

Oh, my gosh, I've heard

so much about you.

He adores you.

And as a person

in the music industry,

I just want to say that we all grieved

the sudden loss of your husband.

Aw, you, too.

I mean, thank you, I mean.

And sorry to barge in

on you like this.

I just didn't know how good you were

at keeping secrets.

Hannah:
Oh, terrible.

You shouldn't tell me anything.

Andrew:

Here it is.

Got it.

- All right.

- I'll leave you to, uh...

Andrew:

Right. Yeah.

- She's cute.

- Huh? Huh?

Yeah. Oh, no.

I guess so, yeah.

I'll be right back.

Bedroom's right up there.

So good to see you.

Not bad, huh?

Can't you imagine

a little cabin up here

for a couple of weeks

in the summer?

Just reading and swimming

and napping and--

Ooh.

Easy, easy.

Sorry, Papa Smurf's

a little chilly.

Well, why don't we warm him up?

Because I've missed you.

No, no, no.

Wait, wait, wait.

Hold it.

Where's she going?

God, do you think she took it?

Way up Little Jackson...

There's a split in the stone

Here I lose myself to time

I surrender flesh and bone.

Forgive me, baby.

I should have told you.

What can I say?

You were always better at this

than I ever was anyhow.

- I love you, Hannah.

- Holy sh*t.

Andrew on voice mail:

Hey, Hannah. It's Andrew.

I'm not sure where you are

or ended up,

but Finley and I

are going to head

to that maple syrup barn party thing

that your mom invited us to.

And I hope you're doing all right,

and I'll see you there, I guess.

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