Mean Guns

Previously on Hindsight...

You need someone who can predict the future.

Do you think you can handle that?

More than you know.

Who was the guy

that dropped you off at the concert?

- Kevin. - He's cute.

I actually have a new thing too.

I can't talk to you, Becca.

It's not good for me, being around you.

How can I be with Jamie when there's a Kevin out there?

- Is there someone else? - Maybe.

You could come stay with us.

What do you think?

You want to come up?

For weeks, I've been trying to figure out

why you left me at the altar.

I'm chasing this.

We're not meant to be together.

This could never work.

Why can't you just tell me what happened?

Because I don't know if I can stop it.

Kevin.

You must be Becca.

Nice to finally meet you.

Kevin, is just... He's so... thank you.

So different from every other guy I've ever known.

I mean, he's... he's sweet, and he speaks my language.

He's smart.

Yeah. He's late.

He'll be here.

Lolly, I really got to go.

Simon left me four messages.

I don't think I can wait any longer.

God, Becca, you've been working for him for nine years now.

When are you gonna stop walking on eggshells?

When I get this new promotion.

All right, there he is. How do I look?

You look great.

- Hey. - Hey!

Sorry I'm late.

Kevin,

this is my best friend in the whole world,

Becca Brady.

- Hi. - Hi.

Becca? Becca!

Hello?

Where'd you go?

Sorry. Sorry.

Focus.

Kevin's leaving tomorrow and I'm still stuck in the friend-zone.

He has no idea how you feel?

He high-fived me yesterday.

I mean, pretty soon, he's gonna be calling me "buddy"

and inviting me to play ultimate frisbee.

You can tell me what happens.

What?

Between me and Kevin.

Well, I'm assuming something must have happened

between us at some point.

I know you know.

No. Lolly, that is not fair. You can't...

Please, Becca.

Look, I promise if you just tell me this one thing,

then I won't ask you any more questions about the future...

Today.

Nothing ever happened with you and Kevin.

What?

You never told him how you felt.

Okay.

Then this time, I'll tell him.

Do you have a problem with him?

Because he's been here for, like, two weeks now

and you've made zero effort to get to know him.

No, I'm... it's not like I'm deliberately avoiding him.

I'm just super busy with the magazine launch.

Our first issue comes out in a week.

Honestly, I have nothing against Kevin.

Well, good 'cause he just got here.

Look, I just wanted you guys to hang out at least once

before he leaves tomorrow. Okay?

- Hey. - Hey.

Sorry I'm late.

Hi.

Okay. Hey, got to go.

Busy week.

What?

Our food hasn't even come yet.

No, it's fine. He can just have mine.

Scrambled eggs, wheat toast.

I ordered strawberry jam.

You can just change it to apricot.

Anyway, I'm sure you two have a lot to talk about.

See you.

Do we?

Your mission, should you choose to accept it,

is to distribute these flyers.

Record stores, coffee houses, campuses,

just spread the word.

Got it.

Have you ever been to a rave, Becca?

My God, like, 15 years ago.

When you were ten?

I was going through this whole Drew Barrymore phase.

We need you to go to one tonight.

There'll be a whole swarm of exactly the kind of readers

we're targeting: Young, rebellious, uncorrupted.

You know what?

I might actually have an idea

that will help us get people excited.

But it's sort of a different approach.

Instead of passing out the same old flyers

that everyone's seen over a million times...

No offense... and asking people to buy our magazine,

we do the exact opposite.

Are you suggesting that we don't ask people to buy our magazine?

Not directly.

I mean, we're still passing out flyers and stickers

but it'll just have a hint of the magazine on it.

Like a clue.

It'll get people talking, wondering about us.

It's called "Viral Marketing."

Is that like Smallpox?

When people see something that they don't understand,

they want to know more.

They tell their friends, their friends want to know more.

It becomes infectious.

Before you know it, people want to read our magazine

out of curiosity.

Not because we told them to buy the magazine,

but because we didn't.

Hey. Hey.

I got good news and bad news.

I'm busy.

Yeah, you're really slammed.

Good news is, got two free tickets

to the Oasis concert tonight.

Great seats.

Bad news: I've got no one to take with me.

I'm working tonight.

Just ask Rick for the night off.

Look, I'm not interested in being the girl

who keeps you company while you work things out with Becca.

There's nothing to work out.

Haven't you told me that before?

It's obvious

you two have this on again, off again thing,

and I'm just not interested in being a part

of this Bermuda love triangle.

I get that.

Becca and I just needed one last chance

to see if we could save what we'd built together.

And if I hadn't taken that chance,

I always would have wondered, "what if?"

And I'm sorry you were caught in the middle of it.

It wasn't fair to you,

but I know Becca and I are done.

I know that for sure.

You know that for now.

Have fun at your concert, Sean.

Okay.

Well, if you're not coming, I'm just gonna sell the tickets

'cause I could use the cash.

I'm not even working at the Anchor tonight.

I picked up a side job catering private events,

and I know they're shorthanded, so if you need the extra cash,

you could fill in.

I'm not a waiter.

Neither am I.

No.

No, Sean, you're the one who's overreacting.

I'm not... I'm not yelling. I'm... listen.

- Becca. - I'm using my normal speaking voice.

Hey.

Okay, can we talk about this later, please?

I got to go. Okay. Bye.

- Hey. - Hey.

Everything okay? Are you...

Yeah. Yeah. No, that's... normal.

What are you doing in this part of town?

- Don't laugh. - Okay.

Tourist guide to New York City.

Did you pay money for that?

This was a fine purchase.

For the record, this book has discovered every hidden gem

in New York.

It even knows the top-secret location

of the Empire State Building.

Okay.

I... I stand corrected.

You sure you're okay?

You just seemed a little rattled.

That's Sean, my husband.

We're just having our daily fight.

I don't even know what we were fighting about, actually.

Money, I think. I don't know.

They're all starting to blend together.

The other day, we got into a fight about toothpaste.

- What? - Seriously.

He always throws away the toothpaste before it's empty.