Love Story

- Hurry, hurry, hurry. Come on. -

Hurry! Come on!

- - Hi. Hi.

- John! John! - Hello.

John! John, right here. John!

- …you've got a great manicure. - John.

- Hey. - Who are you with?

Oh, I'm flying solo tonight. Congrats on the line.

I've been dying to put a coffee table into this world

since I was old enough to put my chin on one.

And Donald Judd furniture in the flagship store. You've got guts.

One, America will appreciate

a little Donald Judd injection into their boring homes, and two...

Who told you about the flagship store?

Well, that was my two. Who told you? It's top secret.

I have my sources.

So do I, John. So do I.

I'm gonna get a drink.

- I'm too nice. That's the problem. -

- This wouldn't happen. - No, you're absolutely not.

Kelly convinced me to have riding lessons.

- I fell off and broke my collarbone. - Disaster.

He hasn't stopped talking about it.

I'm never going on a horse again!

Hey, guys, I'm gonna take off. Got an early morning.

Oh, I don't believe you for a second. Who are you chasing tonight?

I'm kinda off the market, Calvin.

- Good night. - Good night, John.

I bet he's on his way down for a nightcap in manhole.

- -

- You never know. -

Anyway, I fell off.

I broke my collarbone and ended up in the hospital for three weeks.

- -

- Hi. - Stop, stop.

The paparazzi, they're… right there.

Go.

Go! Ten paces ahead. 20!

Come on.

Oh, you gotta be fucking kidding me.

- Did you forget your keys again? - No, they gotta be here somewhere.

Oh. I guess it's just not in the cards for tonight.

Don't you even… mmm.

- Oh, my God. Hi. - Oh, thank God.

Thank you.

Thank you, sir.

Good night.

Seriously, I have to sleep at home tonight.

- I told you on the way over. - No, stay. But you always say that.

Hmm.

- A wedding band. - Hmm.

I knew there was something you weren't telling me.

It's my dad's.

- What time is it? - 7:30.

And you don't have to be in till 9:00, so, you know.

No, no. I have to get out of here before your photo seagulls arrive downstairs.

- No, come back. - Okay.

- We can both leave later together. -

- Oh, yeah? - I mean, it's gonna happen eventually.

Mm-hmm.

I was lucky enough the first time and missed the photos.

I'm just very, very happy there's a second time.

Me too.

But I like it just right here.

Just us.

That's it.

Okay.

Can I borrow this?

I should at least look a little different if I'm gonna go in in the same clothes.

- What? - You're gonna do it.

You're gonna do it, aren't you? You're gonna break my heart.

Is that your morning-after line?

- - So smooth.

Oh, it just makes me wanna…

- Call into work… - Yeah?

- …quit… - Mm-hmm?

- …and stay in bed all day. - Yeah.

Who was the very first person to break your heart?

If it ever happens, you'll be the first to know.

Did you see this?

- Look, they're stealing the Kate posters. -

Give me that controversy. I love it.

Mmm.

However, there's this.

Kate's irate.

Irate about what? Being an overnight sensation with the world at her feet?

I think it's more about the world in her face.

I actually kinda feel for her.

Oh, come on.

She knew what she was signing up for.

Did she?

She was just a girl from Croydon who booked a job and then all this.

I don't think she expected to be a sensation any more than we did.

Oh, I stopped feeling sorry for famous people a long time ago.

Yes, boo-hoo, fame takes some things away from you,

but it gives you more.

And if young Kate doesn't like it,

- she can always go back to Croydon. - Mmm.

- Over your dead body. -

Hey, what is that that you're wearing? It's really kind of terrific.

Oh, I just threw it on this morning.

What are you doing?

- No, God. Please, no. -

- I hate it when you do this. - Don't run away from me.

Oh, God.

- - No.

You can run, but you cannot hide.

- - Just put it…

Come on. You're wonderful.

Just one.

Aphrodite. Second century BC.

I broke this once.

Glued it back together. She never noticed.

Of course she did.

Do we really have to sell all of this?

No, not everything. That's why we're here.

It's just the public auction of it all feels so intrusive.

Well, a private auction isn't gonna generate a fraction of the money we need

to pay off a $34 million inheritance tax.

They cataloged my high chair.

Do you wanna bid on it?

Oh, my God.

Wow. I'd ask what that is, but like any true artist,

you stated it very clearly on the page.

This is an airplane.

I can't believe she kept this.

Is it flying over fire or the ocean?

- The landscape is subjective. - Mmm.

You should keep that.

Oh, her swimming ring.

She'd wear this when she'd swim,

so she wouldn't lose her engagement and wedding ring.

I love that that is what was disposable in her mind.

How are you holding up?

- Still feels surreal. - Mmm.

I think of things that would make her laugh,

and suddenly I'm reminded that she's not here anymore.

I think this is the first time in my life where I actually feel as old as I am.

Well, when you can't agonize over your parents' mortality,

you have no choice but to contemplate your own.

Hell of an appraisal.

It's funny, now that I have kids of my own,

I really understand why she needed to parent us differently.

You realize from the minute they're born,

you need to be a different parent completely.

Clean slate.

How do you think she parented us differently?

I think after Dad, we were just ensconced in so much chaos.

You needed structure and stability,

and I didn't wanna be treated like a little kid anymore.

I refused to be.

That I remember.

I do like to think she held on until she knew you were ready.

Ready for what?

To make a life for yourself as you see fit.

- I gotta go. Oh. - Okay.

- I'll see you later. - Okay.

Don't forget about dinner at ours.

- Saturday. - And don't break anything.

I'll try.

- Fuck. Narcy, this is so good. -

Don't show this to Calvin. Keep this for yourself.

By the time I get the nerve to leave him,

- this rag'll return to the earth. -

- Aren't you gonna go get it? - No, just let it ring.

- Okay. - Hello.

- Please leave a message after the tone. -

- Hi, it's me, John. - Oh.

Just, uh, seeing if you're around.

- Mm-hmm. -

- Okay, bye. - Aw, keep going.

Oh, you are unreal. Screening him.

What, did you read that in The Rules or something?

It's just feeling a little intense.

Yeah, as it should be. Jesus. Enjoy it a little.

Have some fun. You always know when to bail.

I think I might have missed the moment this time.

It's all moving really fast. I'm meeting his friends tomorrow.

For drinks. I don't know.

Oh. Sick of JFK Jr.

Life, so tough, huh? What do you want?

Can you just call him John? You sound like a Post headline.

Okay.

I don't know what I want.

I know what I don't want.

If this keeps going, the press is gonna find out.