Greta

Here I have your...

Hello?

So, how was the job?

It was fine, you know, until I figure out...

What to do with your life?

No one ever does.

Okay, what the hell is that?

I found it on the train.

I'm just gonna drop it off tomorrow.

Oh, you're gonna... you're gonna drop it off tomorrow?

- Are you insane? - No, Erica.

Where I come from, that's what we do.

Okay, this is Manhattan.

You find a bag, you call bomb squad.

Don't open that.

Gross. A lottery ticket,

weird-looking pills.

"Greta Hideg."

Let's see.

- No. Uh-uh. - Oh, here we go.

Yes.

A spa day.

Or... we could do a colonic.

Come on, it'll be fun.

- Will it be? - Yeah.

They jet asparagus juice up your ass.

And it's not just about cleansing your body;

it's also very good for short-term memory.

- Really? - Mm-hmm.

Jason Largo was dyslexic, and since he's been doing them,

now he can say the alphabet backwards.

Look, we're not taking her money, number one,

and number two, I don't want asparagus juice

shot up my butt under any circumstance.

Never say never.

Have you called your dad yet?

Do I have to?

Just don't want him to think

I'm not giving you the messages.

Yeah, I know.

I'll call him.

Hey.

Come on.

Movie hasn't even started yet.

I know. It's just...

It was our thing, you know?

Some crappy movie, just...

Mom and I.

Come on, Frankie.

Let's get you home.

You could always give me your mom.

Ha! Please take her.

Thank you.

Who is this?

Oh, uh, it's Frances McCullen.

I have a bag that I found

that I think belongs to a Greta Hideg.

Oh, uh, hi.

Here you go.

Oh, bless your heart. I've been looking everywhere.

- Where did you find it? - Uh, on the subway.

Oh, darling, you brought it all the way in this rain.

Will you like a... a cup of coffee?

It's already on the pot.

It-it would mean a lot to me.

You've been so kind.

Yeah, sure. Why not?

You can put your umbrella here.

Okay. Thank you.

Are you from New York?

Uh, no, I'm actually from Boston,

but I'm living here with a friend.

Thank you.

Boyfriend?

No, my roommate from Smith.

Her dad bought her a loft in Tribeca for graduation,

so we're breaking it in.

Oh, that must be tough.

The neighbors. I'm sorry.

Remodeling.

A little courtesy, please!

A little quiet!

Thank you!

I swear they are building an ark.

Is this your husband?

Yes.

Christof.

- When he was young. - Mm.

And is that your daughter?

Yes. Nicola.

He taught me how to play.

My husband.

Liszt was his favorite.

Then he began fluffing the notes.

His left hand.

He thought it was arthritis.

Six months later, he was gone.

They are with you, and then they are gone.

The ones we love.

"Liebestraum." Do you know what it means?

A dream of love.

Because that's all love leaves us with.

A dream. A memory.

I'm sorry.

It's my only company these days.

Is that your dog?

Oh, yes. Jojo.

Long gone as well.

Well, have you considered getting another?

Oh, no, I couldn't.

I wouldn't know how to choose.

Well, I could help you. If you wanted.

- Are you a dog person? - A little bit.

My mom actually used to breed them.

Thank you, sweetheart,

but I don't think I could manage a dog right now.

I hope you are not offended.

Not at all.

But if you change your mind, just, uh, let me know.

Do I have your phone number?

No.

I never know how to work these things.

Here, let me help you.

It was actually a really spiritual experience.

They cleanse your soul, not just your butt,

to the sound of shamanic singing bowls and pan flutes.

Please be kidding.

- You should come with me next time. - Nope.

- I ordered takeout. - Wait.

- While they were up your...? - No, God!

Gross. For now, for dinner.

Oh.

Oh, thank God. I'm starving.

Yeah, apartment 4B.

Uh, Greta?

Oh.

Hey.

Sorry to bother you, sweetheart.

Am I calling at a bad time?

No, no, not at all. How are you?

I've been thinking about

what you said about the dog, and...

I thought, if you wouldn't mind coming, it...

it might not be such a bad idea after all.

Yeah, of course.

When, uh... when do you want to go?

Saturday morning?

Is 10:00 too early?

Uh, no, 10:00's fine. I'll see you then.

Did I just snort crystal meth,

or did you just offer to go dog shopping with an old lady?

I know.

This city is gonna eat you alive.

So, how long

do you keep them here?

- Five days. - And then?

If nobody claims their dogs, they're PTS.

- PTS? - Put to sleep.

Oh. What a dreadful euphemism.

And so, which of these is next for the...

PTS treatment?

Um...

This is Morton.

Today is Morton's last day.

Oh.

- May I come in? - Mm-hmm.

Come on.

Come on, Morton.

You don't want to end up a euphemism, do you?

Morton...

I'm taking you home.

Smile.

Great.

Oh, goodness.

I had no idea it could do this.

I know. The, uh, wonders of technology, huh?

Oh, um, if you want to send it

to your daughter, it's actually pretty easy.

You just click this, and then share.

Oh.

You're close to your mother, I can tell.

Mm.

She actually passed away.

Last year.

Oh, Frances.

Yeah.

Why didn't you tell me?

It's like you said.

I'm left with this...

this dream of her,

and I don't want her to fade.

It won't.

If you keep it... here.

In your heart.

It's okay to light a candle, even if you don't really...

practice.

I'm sure it is.

Christof used to play the organ here.

Every Friday.

Today's a Friday.