Jagged Mind

Put your mouth on me.

Morning. KIM Hey.

Calling to check in. How are you?

- Um... well, I hooked up with Christine last night,

and empty bed in the morning.

- You know you deserve better than this, right?

You know how much she hurt you.

Yeah, I don't know. Maybe...

Maybe something imperfect beats being alone.

I'm not exactly flawless myself.

What is that supposed to mean?

- Um, there's not a lot of buyers for damaged goods.

- Cut that shit out right now, alright?

Are you still doing your memory exercises every day?

You know, just because your mom's decline came on fast

doesn't mean the same is gonna happen to you, right?

Yeah. I know, I know.

- Hey, you throw it back. - You sound sad.

- Mommy, she won't give me my ball.

- And you sound busy. I should let you go.

Oh, okay. I gotta go. Love you.

I love you.

Okay.

Another?

Another?

Miss?

Sorry?

Would you like another glass?

No, sorry.

I'm fine for now. Thank you.

Thank you, though.

Hello, welcome.

Hi.

I don't need the menu, that's okay.

Um, could I get two glasses of Tempranillo, please?

- Mm-hmm. - One's for me, and then one's for her.

Alright, you got it.

Thank you.

- Thank you. - You're welcome.

Hmm.

So do you do this a lot?

Do what?

- I don't know, pick up sad and confused women

in the farthest reaches of Little Haiti?

- Only ones as gorgeous and interesting as you.

Oh.

Well that is...

It's very sweet of you.

But you don't even know me.

I don't know you yet.

But I want to.

Should we go somewhere else?

For your own personal safety.

And then you can disappear.

Hey, hey.

Are you okay?

Um, sorry.

Yeah, I-I just, I've got a lot of... some things going on.

What do you mean? Like what?

Okay, look, I know what you're thinking.

You're like, "What is this white girl doing in Little Haiti,

asking me all these personal questions?"

- You know, that thought had actually crossed my mind, yeah.

I just... I just wanna get to know you.

That's it.

Um...

Okay.

Well, I've been getting these blackouts... occasionally,

and I'm starting to think

that they're becoming a little bit more frequent.

And then when they come, I just lose all sense of place and time,

and, uh, yeah, when I come to, I just...

I'm left with this really strange sense of deja vu.

It might be hereditary.

My mom had dementia, so, yeah.

Well, you know, I'm just, I'm just taking all the steps I can

just to try and manage it till we can find out some more.

Hey.

Thanks for telling me.

Hey.

Should we go somewhere else?

- Look, this has been a really nice surprise,

but I do kind of have a work thing, and...

Okay.

I just, I-I do have to tell you something.

It is very, very bad luck

to open a bottle of wine and not finish it.

And I'm just only telling you this for your own personal safety.

Really? ALEX: Mm-hmm.

- Well, I'm already feeling pretty lucky, so...

Okay, if I make it through the night, will you call me tomorrow?

Mm-hmm.

See you next time.

Okay.

And now what you've all been waiting for.

So, uh, Melissa?

The self-portrait of Haitian artist, Rose Porter.

I know, I know.

Anyway, that's enough of me.

Thank you so much.

Um, eat and drink things and, uh, look at some art.

Thank you.

Thank you.

Look at things.

Chris.

Well, that was a really great speech.

- Bullshit. You barely caught the end of it.

But it was incredible, thank you so much.

- Yeah? - Sucks to be you, yep.

- Um, so, you know, I've decided that I think schmoozing British people

might be my favorite part of this show.

- Okay, yeah, but remember, we...

- Do it for the culture. - Thank you.

Alright. Come on, go be cute. Sell some paintings.

Hey, I'll see you at the after-party?

Yeah, I'll be there.

Hey, stop.

Hi.

Hi. CHRISTINE: Hmm.

Hey, what's this?

Um...

I don't remember.

I know. It's...

It's a real shocker, right?

Chris?

Mm-hmm?

- I thought we weren't doing this anymore.

- Why wouldn't we wanna have fun anymore?

We talked about this.

Billie? Hey.

Hey, you okay?

Look at me, Billie.

Billie? What is it?

Another?

Hey. Hey, you okay?

Someone help!

Another?

Billie, look at me!

Billie!

Another?

Miss?

Sorry?

Would you like another glass?

No.

Thank you, though.

Hello, welcome.

Hi.

I don't need the menu, that's okay.

Um, could I get two glasses of Tempranillo, please?

Mm-hmm.

Sorry, have we met?

I'm Alex.

Billie.

Bad date?

Yeah. A no-show.

Ouch.

Yeah, never trust the Internet.

- Yeah, that is what I'm starting to think.

Mm-hmm.

- It's so much better to meet someone in person.

Mm, this is not what I had before.

It's a reserve Tempranillo.

I hope you like it.

Well, thank you.

But I do have to get going.

- It's just one drink, and then you can disappear on me.

Hmm?

- I guess one more won't kill me.

Hey.

Should we go somewhere else?

- Look, this has been a really nice surprise,

but I do kind of have a work thing.

Will you call me tomorrow?

See you next time.

Okay.

Self-portrait of Haitian artist, Rose Porter.

Bullshit.

You only caught the end of it.

But it was pretty good, thank you.

Hey, what's this?

Um...

I don't remember.

I know. It's...

It's a real shocker, right?

Chris? CHRISTINE: Mm-hmm?

- I thought we weren't doing this anymore.

I'll be back.

What?

Excuse me, Rose, it's Billie.

Hey.

Congratulations on your opening.

It was such an honor to present your work.

Thank you so much.

That's very sweet of you to say.

Uh, but actually, I have to be going now,

so, um, thank-thank you again.

Nice meeting you. - Um, wait, is everything okay?

Yeah, yeah.