The Greatest Hits

Good evening Los Angeles...

Currently 62 degrees in the City of Angels.

Playing nothing but the greatest hits...

Oh, here we go.

- You ready for this? - What, for living with you?

- Yes ma'am. - Er...

You know, if you wanna pull the rip cord, you kind of have to do it soon.

Max, will you take the next right?

- Why? - Please.

I know where I'm going.

Hun, I have seen what happens next and I need you to listen to me.

Please, please take the next right.

That's right. You can see the future. I forgot who I was dealing with.

- Should have said something. - I have. So many times.

Jesus.

Jesus, Harriet, what, you trying to kill us?

No, I love you. I am trying to save you, you idiot.

I love you too. Trying to save me from what?

Please just stop the car. Just stop the car, Max!

Baby, just let me drive.

God, sometimes I just wish I didn't miss you this much.

I'm sitting right...

- -

I know.

[muffled sounds of headphones thudding]

- Morning, Headphones. - Morning, Delores.

How can I start over without him?

Sometimes I'm angry. I pick a fight with a ghost,

and then I feel guilty about it.

I feel you, Anne. And thank you.

Loving someone you lose, loving in general,

can sometimes feel like having a mental illness.

It's just not covered by health insurance.

So does anyone have anything else to say before we wrap up?

Okay then, uh, let's call it.

Loss might be forever...

...but grief is only temporary.

Exactly. Alright, good week you guys.

Hey, if there's anything I can do to make the room more comfortable for you.

No, it's good. It's good. Thank you.

Two years is coming up.

Yeah, it is.

- You taking your meds? - Yeah.

Any more seizures?

No, no. Avoiding all triggers. Music in general, so...

Okay. We know it's not just about the music.

You're making a conscious choice to hide out in your grief.

I get it.

Okay.

Just take care of yourself.

I will. Thank you.

Shit.

I'm so sorry.

Really?

- Is she that high? - No. No. This is all her.

- Hi. - Hi.

- I love you. - Love you too, you freak.

Be right back.

Where you goin', Hare?

Harriet, come dance with me.

- Sam, I miss you. - What?

Lady?

Lady? Are you okay?

What's happening?

Talk to me. Are you okay? Do I need to call an ambulance? What's going on?

- What's going on? - I'm fine.

You sure you're okay?

I got the worst of it, I'm fi-- I'm gonna call it a day.

Yeah, call it a day, and then tomorrow I get a call from your lawyer?

Can I get a photo of your insurance card?

- Let's go! - Can I get your...?

Yeah, I'll give you my number, and you call me, and we can sort it out.

- Okay. - I'm really sorry.

- Yeah. - Thank you.

- Speak. - I have to talk to you, is it safe?

It's safe.

Hi.

- I didn't mean to interrupt. - Yes, you did.

- Such good advice. - What?

The lyrics. Leon Haywood. This song is a monster.

Your EQ is off.

That's better.

What?

I had a Max moment.

Shocker.

No, like a bad one in public. One of our songs was blaring out of some guy's car.

Did it get weird?

- Yeah, I passed out in the street. - Where'd it take you?

Halloween, 2018. You had that party. You were dressed like Prince.

I was?

Yeah, but I couldn't play out the memory. I had to unplug and get out of there.

Oh my God, 2018. I was still seeing that guy Shane, right?

- Morris, I passed out in traffic. - He sucked.

Well, relax. You're here now, okay, in one piece.

You've been really good about not having spells in public.

They're not spells.

Okay. Whatever they are, you're fine.

TikTok still rules the world, and I'm still single as a dollar bill,

so the space time continuum seems to be intact.

It's gonna be two years tomorrow.

I know, baby.

But maybe it's time to start living in the present tense again.

You know I can't like this.

So you're just gonna spend the rest of your life looking for a song?

What if I can save him?

What if I can change that moment and the accident never happened?

I would listen to every record that ever existed to find it.

How about...

no time travel for you tonight? Just give yourself a break.

He won't turn right and you won't stop the car.

I know, I know.

I can't seem to change anything he does.

That's-- I do hope that you figure it out.

I miss the girl that I met freshman year,

who used to take me so far out, underground karaoke clubs,

drag queen bingo, raves in an abandoned dumpling palace.

Oh my god. Don't. No.

Are they new?

They are.

- Can I borrow some, try them? - Sure.

I'm spinning at Counterpoint Records tomorrow night.

Might be cool if you roll through. I'll play the safe stuff.

Yeah. Yeah.

Live, baby. Live.

Maybe.

Okay, great. Pass some of these out.

- At the library? - We'll take what we can get.

Cool.

The missing record will reveal itself. Okay?

Thank you.

- Production's good. - Well, I came for Kendrick, not this shit.

I like it.

Better than the shoegaze shitshow you usually make me listen to.

How many times have I come to see you play disco and house music?

As many times as you wanted to. 'Cause it's good shit.

'Cause you can hear the production. 'Cause you can dance to it.

Like you can to this.

Yacht rock has great production. Some of the best engineered albums of all time.

Sonic wallpaper, like eating a ham sandwich on Wonder Bread.

People write dissertations on Steely Dan.

I'll accept that, 'cause Donald Fagen was a genius.

You're annoying.

I like ham sandwiches.

May I?

No one ever told you not to take anything from strangers?

I'm Max. Now we're not strangers.

That's my spliff, by the way. You're welcome.

Thanks.

- What? - Mad Max.

I've never actually even seen the original.

It's all about Tina Turner in Thunderdome.

We'll watch it together.

- Will we? What makes you say that? - I can see the future.

Oh, can you?

So what happens next?