Meeting room. Kate pulls out the "speech rock" and lays out the rule about only being allowed to talk when you have the rock in your hand, and she talks to them like they're children. At this point, let's take a moment to consider how well this technique worked for Kate and Bryan. Thank you. Let's continue with the scene. Oh, I forgot the haiku thing!
Maureen blathers first
Hey, Phil. It's been a while.
But Phil can't shut up.
Special occasion
Maureen's speaking right to me!
A freakin' honour!
Kate's getting angry
Speech Rock rules being broken!
Phil! No rock, no talk!
Phil says he'll be good
Takes rock, makes a hound-dog face
What happened? He asks.
Honestly? She says.
Woke up one day, no more love
We married too young.
I was scared to say that
Phil looks even more sad now
Tinkly piano.
Maureen: "Stop the suits!"
"You have to let me go, Phil."
Phil cries. He's sorry.
Daniel wipes his eyes.
When Maureen gives back mattress.
Phil slumps off, broken.
The Only Bar. Connie shows up, in a pink dress, wondering what wild ride she's in for tonight, only to be less than impressed when she sees Finch waiting there for her. He's cleaned himself up; he's wearing a suit and everything. And since alcohol didn't cause any problems or anything, Connie must be thrilled to see a beer in front of him. She's all pissed, but Finch introduces himself formally and says he wants to start over, so Kate's a perfect two-for-two in trying both of the failed techniques from her crazy couples therapist that didn't work at all for Bryan and her. I suppose the difference here is that Finch is filled with remorse and talks all about how much he loves Connie and how much he wants to marry her. He's in the middle of promising that she is the only person in the world for him, and that he wants to spend the rest of his life with her, when she just shuts him up by kissing him. "We have contact," says Victoria on the phone. She's wearing some black lacy thing, but she's also got on this elbow-length red-and-grey fingerless glove, like, WHAT IS THAT THING ON YOUR ARM, like if somebody woke up and said, "I'd like to wear Freddy Kreuger's sweater, only as a fingerless glove," this is what they would come up with.









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