Party of Five

Careful with cupid there, buddy, he's breakable.

Bailey, when did we suddenly switch locations?

I thought we were doing this at those Presidio Gardens.

Yesterday. A friend of mine from the preservation society called,

Said this place was available.

Jule, wait till you see this theater.

Gold leaf ceilings, wall mosaics--

The Keysmans. Didn't I read they were gutting this place and selling it?

That's the beauty part. Yes, but not for two weeks.

Which is why I got such a great price.

-This thing weighs a ton. -What is this for?

It's a Burmese flower tower. It's for the altar.

It represents the stages of romantic love.

Esteem, affection, commitment--

Okay, yeah I'm sure, but does this minister know how to find this place?

No minister, Claud. This isn't the actual rehearsal.

-It's just a tech. -Okay.

Speaking of which, the eternity motifs,

Can we load those in last?

-Sure, no problem. -Thanks.

Umm, Bailey...

Why are we waiting? Don't you have a key?

Yes. It doesn't work.

I've called security, and they're on their way, okay?

Okay.

Excuse me.

Hi!

No one said this was a theater.

I cannot release my doves in a theater.

They'll shoot right up into the flies and be gone forever.

But I need them to soar when my couple are husband and wife.

Can't you...

tie weights to them or something?

Which one's Bailey Salinger?

- Over there. -Yeah, right here.

Can you open this door for me, please? My key wouldn't work.

You're the guy who rented the place for this weekend?

Yes.

And no one called you?

Called me. Why?

Purchase inspection yesterday turned up some foundation cracks,

So the city, they sealed it off.

No one's allowed inside until it's been shored up.

It's gonna be a couple of months at least.

But I just talked to Helen last night,

and she didn't say a word about this.

You know what? It's not my area, sir. I'm sorry.

I-I'm really sorry.

Oh, wait. This is a nightmare. The wedding is four days away,

What are we gonna do, just, like, have it here in this alley?

Four days is plenty of time, Claud. We'll just have to...

If we put our heads together--

We'll just-- we can, um...

We'll have it-- we'll do it--

At home.

-Yeah. Yeah. -At home. At the house.

Right. In the backyard. It's perfect.

You've done it before.

Excuse me. No, we will not.

They will not get married in that backyard because

first of all, that backyard is rotten luck for weddings--

Charlie, Julia, am I right?

And second of all,

Hopefully, this is the last wedding you are ever going to need,

and if that's what it is,

isn't that how it should feel?

Yes.

-How? -

You leave that to me.

Okay.

Let's go, people. We're on the move.

We're gonna need all this stuff back on the truck, okay?

Did they say something?

No. I mean, nothing new.

I mean, you know how he's felt since I got sick.

Yeah, but that was three years ago.

Right. He knows that. And he promised he wouldn't bring it up.

He had to promise? What did he have to promise not to say?

Daddy! Mommy!

Oh, sweetheart!

Oh,

will you look at you.

You are glowing. Will you look at her, Gene?

Is she not lit from within?

She's lit.

Hello, Charlie.

Good to see you.

You, too.

[indistinct airport announcement]

Gene?

Charlie.

Well,

this is a happy occasion, isn't it?

Gene.

Gene?

Oh, why don't we go get the baggage?

Um, because we're parked in a read zone,

So you know what? We, um... Better move it.

Uh-oh.

Okay.

He's a little bit off. You see, that airline beef bourguignon

just kind of bogs him down.

But he just finished saying how happy he is.

He did.

Joe...

Hey, gorgeous. Look at you.

Where's Julia?

She's parking. She's coming.

Okay.

Here's your list.

Number one with a bullet is music.

Oh, wait, wait, wait. I thought we had a band.

We did. But they had two other gigs on Saturday,

and when I couldn't guarantee them a time, they canceled.

Okay. I'm done. Check off music.

Cody's band. It is, like, so perfect.

No, I've seen him do, like, Motown and Sinatra,

Nirvana, you know, whatever you want.

The Doom Patrol? Playing a wedding?

-Joe! -Hey, hi.

Hey, stranger.

Mmm.

Hey, meanwhile, someone should be on rentals.

We might end up taking an empty space, in which case---

-Joe. -Hey.

-Hi. -Yes, Joe's here.

We've established that.

Meanwhile, all we have for this wedding

is a bride, a groom, and a date.

So if you could spare the hugging and the kissing.

Sorry.

Um... where were we, with the wedding plans?

Well, I was about to take over the rentals, if that'll help.

Joe, you're a life saver. Thank you.

I'm gonna head downtown and check out this banquet space.

Uh, Jule, can you get numbers for all the guests

so that we can keep them updated?

Sure thing.

What about me, can I...

help?

What's... What's going on with you guys?

Nothing.

I think he's just stressed out about the wedding,

and he wants everything to be perfect for Charlie.

Claudia, how long has this letter been here?

This letter from the Stillman press

that I've been asking about for weeks is postmarked...

nine days ago?

Oh, I'm sorry, I don't know.

What pile was it in?

Evan Stillman wants to meet me,

or at least he did until I didn't get back to him.

Claudia, oh!

Ah...

Weddings. They're stressful for everybody.

Um...

Hi, um--

You know, usually when I call an unpublished writer

they make an effort to see me.

Yeah, see, I-- I sent in the story in the summer

when my return address was home, but now I'm back at school,

and my siblings, they didn't--

Ah, it's not gonna work.

I'm sorry?

For the magazine. Your story. Where is it?

Ah, there.

That's not gonna work.

Okay.

You asked to see me, uh...

You know, one out of four American women get hit.

I'm pretty sure that that's the number.

And people, they write what they know.

So an awful lot of submissions that I get from women,

they're basically yours,

and I'm gonna be honest here.

It makes me a little bit nuts.

I don't understand--

Because...

Somewhere, something happened.

Something made you this person.

This capable, talented person.

Who, when a man raised his hand to you,

you didn't run.

Now, there's got to be some good reason,

and none of these stories,

yours included, none of them tell me what that is.

So, you're saying what, that, um...

I should rewrite it?

No. Forget your story.

Oh, I'm being opaque.

Ah...

I have an imprint, Miss Salinger.

Non-fiction trade paperback.

Bios, essay collections,

small first-runs with rights that I can swing.

Now, you're not a bad writer.

And if I got a proposal that clicked--

Non-fiction...

Paperback... Book?

Right, right. To show how a person like you,