Maybe I fucked up with the LSAT because I'm burnt out.
I don't understand. Sorry. Miss,
your card was declined.
- Dad's card? - He must have cut it off.
Oh, God! You're a mess.
You wanna make peace with your brother while getting back together
with the girl who wrote the letter that ruined his life?
How are you so sure that Pippa wrote it?
I'm sorry I'm such a fuck-up.
I ruined my brother's life! I think there's something wrong with me.
Baird dropped Caitie's assault case against Chris.
They said that there wasn't enough evidence.
Fucking crazy how girls can just lie about shit like that.
Caitie wasn't lying. He did the exact same thing to me.
Oh, God.
This is really fucking bad. Your wife is right out there.
Hey, hey, hey, hey. I love you.
Good morning, everyone.
This thing with you and Stephen, it's sick!
What about you, carrying this secret grudge against him?
I don't think I can do this anymore.
Do you think I am a bad person?
- Yes. - But you still loved me.
I know all of the worst things about you,
and I still love you.
Oh!
What the fuck is this?
What? These texts from Stephen?
It w-- It was--
It's a joke, Max. It was-- It wasn't serious.
A joke?
Was he just up here, watching?
What the fuck is wrong with you? I don't know.
I don't know what's wrong. I don't know.
- You don't know? - I don't know. I'm sorry.
That's your answer?
This is disgusting. Max, I'm sorry.
I'm sorry, Max.
I bet you still think you're the victim, don't you?
Max...
I'm throwing the bouquet at you.
Wait, no, I'll throw it at Diana.
As long as Lucy's not throwing the bouquet at Diana.
Right. That, uh, strong arm of mine.
♪ In your snatch fitzpleasure ♪
♪ Broom-shaped pleasure ♪
♪ Deep greedy and googling every corner ♪
♪ La tra la tra-ah la ♪
♪ La la la la la la la ♪
You haven't changed at all.
Neither have you.
I missed you.
Why?
We fit.
I have an exam in an hour.
Okay.
Yep.
I should get some work done.
I'll, uh, call you in a little bit.
Yeah, yeah.
[on voicemail] Hey, it's Pippa. - Fuck.
[on voicemail] Hey, this is Bree. Leave a message.
Well, that's it.
Great work, everybody.
[on phone] Hi.
Marianne was wearing my earrings.
Just meet me at the condo in an hour.
We need to talk.
Hi.
Hey. I'm so sorry that I didn't call.
I was just...
worried you wouldn't pick up.
So you ambushed me.
Here. Come in.
- How are you? - I'm okay.
How are you?
I'm not-- I'm not okay.
I've spent the last few weeks just...
trying to convince myself that it was good that we broke up,
and I-- it wasn't.
You were actually one of the best things that's happened to me
in a really long time,
and I completely fucked it up,
and I'm so sorry.
It's okay. You, uh, you don't have to get upset.
- It's fine. It's fine. - Yeah, I do, I do.
I'm just so much happier with you.
A-And not just happy, like, better. I'm better. I make better choices.
And you were right. You were completely right.
Everything you said, I-I was sabotaging everything.
And I was a dick. And I...
And I can be different now. I know I can be different.
You don't trust me though.
No, I do. I do trust you.
Yes, I do. I do. I promise you.
I wasn't-- I wasn't letting myself trust you.
I miss you.
I miss you so much.
I miss you.
You do?
Yes, of course.
But...
what about Stephen?
Wh--
What about him?
I need to know that you're over him. I, I can't do this if
he's this constant thing just hovering above you.
He's not.
Look at me. Look at me.
I have so much clarity right now.
I-I promise you, I-I know exactly what I want.
I-I love you.
I love you.
Yeah, I love you.
I love you.
Hey.
Are you okay?
Yeah, yeah. Yeah.
I missed feeling you. Me, too.
Do you not wanna do this?
No, I do.
Hey. I'm gonna go downstairs for a sec,
but call if you need anything, okay?
Hey.
Is he okay?
Um, he says he's fine, but...
who knows?
He'll be here soon.
Are we gonna acknowledge what Lucy did last night?
She was just trying to help.
By lying about sexual assault?
- Look, I know you don't like her-- - This isn't about me not liking her.
I just--
I just don't understand how you can be okay
with her doing something so fucked up.
Isn't that a little hypocritical?
You're talking about excusing fucked-up behavior
but you're dating a literal psychopath.
I guess we shouldn't comment on each other's relationships.
We don't actually know each other that well.
I mean, I didn't even know you were sleeping with Wrigley again.
Wh-Why do you care?
I don't.
Maybe I just don't understand any of this stuff.
You said it yourself, I'm not a girl's girl.
Maybe that's why I don't understand why your best friend
- would co-opt your fucking assault. - Well, at least Lucy gives a shit.
Look at how you are with Stephen.
I know you see through his shit, but you're with him anyway.
You don't care what Stephen does to other people.
Well, maybe Lucy wouldn't have had to tell her idiotic lie
if you had handled things differently in the first place.
If you had just told people what Chris did to you,
none of this would've happened.
I'm sorry! I...
I don't really think that. Honestly,
I don't care what you think.
You keep inserting yourself into this,
but it is not my responsibility
to make you feel like you did something right,
or that you helped me through this.
This has never been anyone else's business but mine.
And honestly, I'm just...
too fucking exhausted to keep pretending like it is.
He just got here.
Great. Tell him I say hi.
Hey.
Hey. Thanks for coming.
Yeah.
Uh, come in.
Hey.
Hey, uh...
Diana said you wouldn't get here until, like, 12:30.
Yeah, it's 12:45.
Oh, well. Okay.
Thanks for coming.
Diana wouldn't really take no for an answer, so...
She said you were in pretty bad shape.
Listen, I-I don't know how things got so fucked up,
but I-I'm sorry, and, um...
I-I don't really want you to hate me anymore, so...
Last year was so humiliating for me
and you let that happen.
- No, I didn't. I did not. - You told Pippa,
who told everyone.
Well, I was f--
I was fucking drowning with it, Drew.
I didn't tell Pippa because I thought she'd repeat it.
I told her because I-I couldn't breathe.
Because I was-- Hey, I was worried about you,
a-and I spent every day thinking about how I could help you
a-and I just fucking felt like I was failing at it every day.
So, I'm sorry. And I, uh,
I hate-- I hate myself every day for it.
I didn't think you really g-gave a shit.
What the fuck are you talking about? I called you, like, 50 times!
You leave stupid voicemails and make a joke like there was nothing wrong.
You want me to be serious in a... in a voicemail?
I love you.
I mean, I just figured you were fine. You're...
You're always doing fine.
No, this has been the saddest I've ever been in my life, dude.
Okay. Dude.
Shut up, dude.
Nah, you shut up, dude.
You wanna get outta here? You wanna get a drink or something?
Yeah, okay. Yeah.
Well, she found 'em in my pocket. I had to say they were a gift for her.
I know, I know. I'm so sorry.
You wanted her to find them.
Why? Because...
I saw you out there with her
and you just...
were acting so normal.
And I-I just... It just...
It made me crazy. I-I don't know.
I'm sorry. I just thought that...
I thought maybe if she knew,
she could make the decision for herself.
What decision?
To leave me?
I want more.
I wanna do real stuff together.
I wanna be in public with you, and-and...
holidays.
- You said you love me. - I do love you.
Well, then you should want that stuff, too.
Listen, Bree.
What you're asking of me,
it's not realistic.
And what about what you're asking of me?
You think it's realistic that I could just hang out in this apartment forever?
No. No, that's not realistic either. I...
Come here.
I'm sorry.
You don't have to be sorry.
You could... You could make this better.
You know, people leave their marriages all the time.
But I'm not leaving mine.
Listen to me.
We can't do this anymore.
No, don't say that! I'm sorry!
I'm so sorry about the earrings!
It's not about the earrings.
This isn't good for you.
So, you just, what, you wanna stop seeing each other?
I think we have to.
And you would just be okay to just...
not see me anymore?
No, I'm sure I will absolutely fucking hate it.
I have to leave.
I have a class. Um...
You can stay here until you're ready if you need a moment to,
you know, gather yourself.
But I'll need to take your key.
Where's your key, sweetheart?
It's in my bag.
♪ Excuse me for a while ♪
♪ While I'm wide-eyed ♪
♪ And I'm so damn caught in the middle ♪
♪ I excused you for a while ♪
♪ While I'm wide-eyed ♪
♪ And I'm so damn caught in the middle ♪
Um...
You stay here as long as you need.
But, uh, Bree,
when you leave,
you won't be able to get back in.
Okay?
♪ Excuse me for a while, turn a blind eye ♪
I really am so sorry.
♪ With a stare caught right in the middle ♪
♪ Have you wondered for a while ♪
♪ I have a feeling deep down ♪
♪ You're caught in the middle ♪
Your clothes are vibrating.
I'll get it later.
You wanna do something later?
Uh, yeah. Yeah, definitely.
There's the, uh, Christmas party in Woodsley. I think everyone's going.
Might be kinda crowded though, you know?
Yeah. Well, it is a party, so.
Right. Yeah.
You know what, if it sucks, we'll just leave.
Okay!
Yeah, I'm just gonna...
I'm gonna head to mine and, uh, shower and get...
presentable. Alright.
Hi.
What are you doing?
We need to talk.
Um...
You know how much I care about you?
You've been the biggest thing in my life
for almost four years.
I just...
I just don't think I feel the same way anymore.
And I respect you too much to keep faking it, Diana. I-I'm so sorry.
So, this is how you do it.
I'm sorry.
I-I hate that I'm hurting you like this.
I know, I know. You're angry.
This isn't anger.
You don't feel anything right now, do you?
Of course, I do!
I loved you! I-I'm actually sick to my stomach--
Stop! Fucking. Pretending.
Okay.
There's literally nothing, is there?
You were so desperate to keep me when I was impressive,
but as soon as I show even a little weakness,
you're out.
I guess that's who I am.
I did not mean to get this drunk so early.
So, how's everything been going? Uh, wh-what's going on with girls?
You been pounding the pavement? No. That's not what that means.
Been riding the baloney pony? Attacking the pink fortress?
Oh, man, I missed you, man.
Here you go.
Oh! Oh, wait. You want one of these?
What is it?
Uh, painkillers for my knee.
Uh, yeah. I'll just take half for now.
So, how's everyone? How's Stephen?
He's been annoying me lately.
- Hm. - What is it? Speak, young lad.
No, nothing. He was just, uh, really there for me last year.
Hm.
How about you? How are you and girls?
How am I and, uh, and girls?
Uh, well, let's see.
I'm kinda hanging out with someone,
but, uh, I really pissed her off.
Should you call her and apologize?
Girls do love it when you call them while drinking.
Oh, dude. She'll love it.
Alright, we're gonna do it.
I'll be back.
Hey, don't forget to say you're sorry!
- How'd it go? - I crushed it.
I left her a voicemail, and I was incredibly romantic.
- You okay? - Yeah, yeah. Just...
- Just seeing who's here. - Okay.
So, was Diana okay?
She'll be fine.
You know, I was thinking about calling Bree.
You gotta be fucking kidding me.
- I didn't know they were back together. - They're not.
- I fucked her this morning. - What?
This is such bullshit.
Hey! Hey, Stephen. No, no, no, no, no, no, no, no.
No, I-I don't-- I don't think this is a good idea.
Wow, look at you two!
Oh, for fuck's sake.
I know, right? Stephen, I'm...
I'm begging you to please leave us alone.
Lucy, gotta talk to you for a second alone, please.
No, I'm...
I'm here with Leo.
Hey, look, man, come on.
You don't need to start anything with Leo.
Okay.
Uh, hey, I'ma grab some beers for the road.
Yes. Great. I'll meet you out back. Cool.
Hey, guys. Sorry, my bad.
Didn't mean to start anything. Leo, all good.
I'm not shaking your hand.
Now, that's not very nice, but-- Let's just go.
Come on. Okay.
Leo? Leo!
Just so you know.
I fucked Lucy this morning.
Right. You gotta get outta my face.
Red underwear, lacy white trim.
It was kinda seasonal.
Can I ask you something?
How did my cum taste?
♪ Greatest time of the year ♪
Go!
♪ There's only good times ♪
♪ So, let the choir sing ♪
Bottoms up.
- ♪ And all the bells, they ring ♪ - I love you so much.
Leo! Leo! Leo!
Get the fuck off of him! Get off of him!
Somebody fucking do something!
Please, Leo!
Get outta here!
Are you fucking kidding?
Evan, get him the fuck off him!
♪ No other time it feels like this ♪
Stephen! Stephen. Oh, my God.
Oh, my God, what the fuck is wrong with you?
Fuck.
I'm sorry. I'm sorry.
He wasn't even fighting back! What the fuck?
Hey. You're okay.
Fucking somebody get me a towel or ice or something, please!
♪ This is the greatest time of year... ♪
Hi.
[on phone] Hey. How are you?
I need to talk to you. In person.
Please, j-just one last time.
- Hi. - Hey.
Uh, come in.
Is this okay, that we're here? - Uh, Marianne's in class all morning.
How are you?
I feel terrible about everything.
I'm fine.
I thought about everything that you said,
and you're right.
Everything that I was asking for is insane,
and I don't need it.
This is enough for me.
I don't need any of that other stuff.
Bree, Bree, that's not what you said before.
Well, that's what I'm saying now.
I don't wanna keep hurting you.
I'm fine.
I'm fine. I swear.
It's gonna be worse not seeing you at all.
Aren't you gonna miss this?
Look how stupid you make me.
I'm gonna shower.
Join me.
No. I like smelling like you.
Fuck.
Fuck, fuck, fuck.
Oh, fuck.
Oh, my God. Oh, my God.
- Oh, my God. - Oh God.
- Oh, my God! I'm sorry! - Oh fuck.
I'm so sorry. Okay.
Please, just-- Please. Okay. Calm down, Bree.
Please, okay? Calm down.
I don't know what to do.
You don't need to do anything. Okay?
I'm sorry.
Where is he? The bathroom?
Just give me a second.
Oh fuck.
Fuck.
Okay, well, she's upset,
and she has all the right to be upset.
I'm good.
Hey.
What's going on?
Okay, I-I'll let the two of you talk.
- Yeah. - I'll be downstairs.
What the fuck is going on?
Let's, um...
Let's talk. Come here.
Here's the thing, Bree,
Um, Marianne and I...
Well, I wasn't entirely honest with you about our marriage.
What, are you... not married?
No, we're married.
- Okay. - But, we, um...
we have an open marriage.
What does that mean?
That we're together, we share a life together,
but we're allowed to be with other people.
Wha--
I don't understand.
It's something that works for us.
So, did Marianne...
know about us?
Yes.
For how long?
Always.
Wait...
Wait, that doesn't make any sense.
No. Wh-Why would you lie about something like that?
I guess I thought it was part of the fantasy for you.
That's complete bullshit!
Was it some kind of fantasy for you?
- No, of course not. - Pretending like it was some big secret,
making me look like an idiot? Do you guys get off on that?!
Of course not! And I need you to calm down.
- You're getting yourself riled up. - Don't do that to me.
You don't get to fuck me like I'm an adult and then talk to me like I'm a child.
Why would you do this to me?
Alright.
You wanna talk like adults? Fine, but then you need to be fair.
You came to the bar looking for me that night.
And then, you came to my office and asked me to kiss you.
And then, when I told you it was a bad idea, you showed up at my car.
So, I'm sorry. No one did anything to you. You made a series of choices.
I never would've agreed to this if I knew what it actually was.
I-I thought that it was something special.
It was special.
Something special between you and me.
But this, this was...
this was something between you two.
There wasn't any part of this that was mine.
Oh...
Do you... Do you...
talk to her about me?
I talk to you about her, don't I?
Oh, my God.
I think this is the meanest thing anyone's ever done to me.
I highly fucking doubt that, given your history.
Oh.
I, obviously, I never meant for you to get hurt in this,
and I'm sorry.
Bree?
You are a very fucked-up person.
Come on now.
You prefer it when I was just some clueless wife?
Having her life ruined behind her back while you fucked her husband?
Look, I know this seems like the end of the world, but, um...
you will get over this.
Probably sooner than you think.
And then, you will be fine.
How the fuck would you know if I'll be fine?
Because, eventually, you won't have a choice.
Do you actually like this?
Or did he just convince you that you do?
Because I bet you fucking hate it.
Well, you're entitled to your opinion.
But all I can say is that, uh...
I know more about your relationship
than you know about mine.
So do you know the things he said to me?
What did he say to you?
He told me he loved me.
Did he tell you that?
Well,
that means different things to different people.
And I can assure you mean something very different to him
- than he does to you. - Is that what you tell yourself?
Listen, I can tell you're trying to hurt me, Bree,
but you're not going to succeed.
Because I've already felt all the things that you're feeling.
Trust me.
And Bree.
I believe these are yours.
Fuck.
I know.
I mean, I have always wanted to see Stephen get his ass kicked,
but th-that sounds scary.
It was scary.
Is he, like, okay?
I-I don't know. Evan took him home.
Pippa?
Yep.
We okay?
- Hey. What's wrong? - Bree? Bree?
Hey.
What happened?
Oh...
Fuck, my skull.
Oh f...
Shit. Uh...
Hey.
Drew, wake up, buddy. You threw up.
Drew. Come on. Wake up, buddy.
You gotta clean it up.
Drew?
Drew, hey!
Hey, hey, hey. Drew.
Drew!
Drew. Hey, hey! Hey, hey.
Fuck, fuck, fuck, fuck.
Hey, hey! Come on! come on! Come on! Come on!
Hey! Hey, can s-- can somebody help?!
Just can't believe they were both in on it.
It's fucking disgusting. Freaks.
They are. Yeah, th-they're fucking freaks.
Mm.
You smell like a middle-aged man.
That's his cologne.
Ew.
Okay.
I'll be right back.
- You good? - Yeah, I'm good. Hey.
Don't plot the murder without me.
Okay. What do you wanna do?
I don't know.
Sorry.
Um, it's okay.
Oh, my God.
Maybe you should pick up.
Hi.
What? What do you mean?
Wrigley, Wrigley, Wrigley. I can't-- I can't understand you, okay?
J-Just calm down. Just try to breathe, okay?
- What? - What's happening?
What do you mean? - What? What's going on?
Holy shit.
Hey. Hey. Hey...
Uh...
My parents are on their way.
I had these painkillers, and, um...
I gave him a couple and he was splitting them in half.
But, the-- uh...
they were time-release
and I guess you can't do that with a time-release pill.
I guess that can kill you.
Uh...
They'll know for sure
when they do the autopsy.
I don't know how I'm... gonna look at... my mom.
Wrigley, it's not your fault.
Whose fault is it then? I mean, I'm the one who gave him the pills,
and I'm the one who ruined his life...
last year, so.
You okay?
I was awful to Drew.
I made his life hell last year.
And then, I wrote that letter. None of this would've happened
if I hadn't written that fucking letter. You don't know that.
Yes, everything that's gone wrong since last year started with that.
That isn't true, Lucy. It is.
It is. It's been one disaster after another,
and now Wrigley thinks that this is his fault.
I can't just let him think that. I can't.
- It's my fault. - No, wh-what are you talking about?
This is not your fault.
I-I have to tell Wrigley.
- I have to. I have to tell him the truth. - Th-That's crazy.
You can't throw yourself under the bus like that.
That won't help anyone.
Stephen, I cannot exist with this secret anymore. You don't understand.
I keep-- I keep trying to make up for the shit I did last year
and n-now, Wrigley's life is ruined.
I literally ruined his life, and he thinks it's all his fault.
H-How am I supposed to live with that?
I don't know. I don't know, but you just will, okay?
You'll learn to live with it.
You r-really believe that?
Yes.
I know it.
Well, you and I are very different then.
Wait, wait, wait, Lucy.
- Lucy, Lucy. - Hey, Wrigley?
I, uh, I have to tell you something. Uh, it's about me.
It's about the letter last year.
I wrote the letter.
The one that got Drew in trouble, that was me. I'm so sorry.
I'm so sorry, man.
I just can't let you blame yourself for it.
Drew, he was-- he was getting worse every day.
He was saying this crazy, like, suicidal shit,
and he was coming to me, and he was asking me for help.
I didn't wanna tell you because you weren't okay either.
You were dealing with your own, you know, shit.
And finally, I just thought someone needed to step in a-and help,
and I thought the school would help him.
I had no idea this was gonna get so fucked up like it did.
I'm so sorry.
I understand if you can't forgive me,
but I fucking love you, Wrigley, and I'm so sorry.
Okay.
I fucking love you, man.
I never meant for this to happen. I'm sorry.
I know. I know.
Thank you for telling me. I'm so sorry.
I can't believe you did that.
I love you.
Thank you.
Have a good Christmas.
Hey.
Hi.
I-I've been meaning to call you.
Is Wrigley doing alright?
I don't know how someone comes back from that.
Well, uh, have a good Christmas.
Yeah. You, too.
[voicemail] Hey! Pippa. Uh...
I just wanna say I, uh, I fucking love you so much.
I'm so in love with you, and, uh,
I'm sorry about everything I put you through because you're just...
you're so great. You're so great,
and I love you, and tomorrow,
I'm gonna come, uh, woo the shit out of you.
Hey, don't forget to say you're sorry!
Alright, I gotta get back to Drew.
I love you!
Hey! Pippa. Uh...
I just wanna say I, uh, I fucking love you so much.
I was just returning this.
Thank you.
Thank you for helping with this,
but, uh, I think it's probably for the best
that you're not in any of my classes moving forward.
Yeah. Yeah, me, too.
And, for what it's worth...
I was relieved
he didn't meet you first.
Fucking pervert freak.
- Hey. - Hey.
Uh, good end of year?
Uh...
Sorry, I don't know why I asked that.
Actually, there is something that I wanted to talk to you about.
Okay.
I know about this older guy that Bree's been seeing.
Yeah.
Who is he?
I'm-- I-I'm not gonna tell you that, Evan.
And it's over now anyway. It's done.
Seriously?
Oh, that... I mean, that's great!
Th-That's really good. I-I've been so worried about her.
Yeah, it really fucked her up.
You know it was all our fault, right?
Well,
you've obviously had an amazing semester.
With your phenomenal LSAT score and this admissions essay,
I'd say you have a perfect shot at Yale early admission.
It's good work, Diana.
Thank you.
Yeah, I called last week about my card ending in 5320.
Yeah, I thought I lost it, so I asked for a hold to be put on it,
but I actually found it, so you can lift the hold.
Great. Thanks.
Hey, Daddy. Hey, honey.
- You good? - Yeah. Ready to get home though.
- I miss my bed so much. - I'll bet.
So, how did Stephen take the breakup?
He'll be alright. You know Stephen.
I had to make him think it was his idea.
Smart.
♪ Unsentimental ♪
♪ Traveling around ♪
♪ Sure of myself ♪
♪ Sure of it now ♪
♪ But you were standing there so close to me ♪
♪ Like the future was supposed to be ♪
♪ In the aisles of the grocery and the blocks uptown ♪
Really nice work this semester, Evan.
Thank you, Professor.
Enjoy your holidays.
♪ I remember, remember it well ♪
♪ But if I'd forgotten ♪
♪ Could you tell? ♪
- Is this it? - Yeah. Yeah.
♪ I was questioning and looking back ♪
♪ You said, "Baby, we don't speak of that" ♪
♪ Like a real aristocrat ♪
- Holy shit! Bree, fuck! Fuck! - Shit.
Go, go, go, go.
♪ But if I'd forgotten ♪
♪ Could you tell? ♪
♪ In the shadow of your first attack ♪
♪ I was questioning and looking back ♪
♪ Like a real aristocrat ♪
So, you and Lucy.
You think it's serious this time?
It was always serious.
Just got a little... distracted, you know?
Alright, look, I need to talk to you, man.
Okay.
Uh...
You've really been there for me this semester
a-and seeing you come clean with Wrigley,
you know...
Alright, I have to tell you something.
When I cheated on Bree last year,
it was with Lucy.
I-It was the night o-of the H-Hawaiian party.
I-I thought you two were over.
I'm really sorry, man. I-I'm really sorry. I shoulda told you.
Y-You and Lucy?
I need to get some air.
Hey. Lydia, right?
Jesus, what happened to your face? Oh, it-- l-long story.
Got it. - Long story.
Um, I'm just helping my brother pack his stuff up.
Oh, nice.
I honestly regret all the stuff that I said to you.
Why is that?
Because Lucy's told me so much shit about you,
a-and I've realized that you can't believe anything
that comes out of Lucy's mouth. I mean,
she honestly just hates men, apparently, and...
I am-- I'm sorry
if I was an asshole based on the shit that she told me.
N-No harm done here.
Well, um, anyway, have a good holiday.
Yeah. You, too.
Uh, maybe I'll see you around sometime.
Hey, man. Uh, I-I'm freaking out.
I really need to know if you can forgive me for this.
I'm just trying to understand.
So,
when you cheated on Bree last summer,
that was with Lucy. That's what you're saying?
You and Lucy had sex.
Yeah.
I'm really sorry, man.
You know what?
We're good.
Seriously? Yeah.
Clean slate.
Just keep this between you and me, please.
And you're not gonna, like,
tell Bree and try and ruin my life?
No.
Not today.
Come here, man.
Hey. There you are.
- Hey. - Just saying goodbye to Evan.
Oh. Nice.
I guess it's probably time for me to let go of that crush
I've been holding on to for a decade.
Might be time.
Might be.
- Where's Stephen? - I don't know, actually.
Evan hasn't been able to get a hold of him.
That's weird.
I should probably go check on the bride.
See ya.
Sorry. Excuse me.
Kinda scary when you don't know where he is.
No, it's really nice. It's so...
Okay.
Oh, my God.
- You look so beautiful. - Thanks.
I just want everything to be perfect.
It will be.
One last look in the mirror. Okay.
[on recording] I-I'm just trying to make sense of everything. Um...
So, last summer when you cheated on Bree,
that was with Lucy. That's what you're saying?
That you and Lucy had sex.
Yeah. I'm so sorry, man.
You know what?
We're good.
Seriously?
Yeah. Clean slate.
Just keep this between you and me, please.
You're not gonna, like, tell Bree and ruin my life?
[laughs] No. No.
Not today.
♪ Coming out of my cage ♪
♪ And I've been doing just fine ♪
♪ Gotta, gotta be down because I want it all ♪
♪ Started out with a kiss ♪
♪ How did it end up like this? ♪
♪ It was only a kiss, it was only a kiss ♪
You ready?
♪ While he's having a smoke, and she's taking a drag ♪
♪ Now they're going to bed, and my stomach is sick ♪
♪ And it's all in my head ♪
♪ But she's touching his chest now ♪
♪ He takes off her dress now ♪
♪ Let me go... ♪
♪ And I just can't look ♪
♪ It's killing me... ♪