(gentle pop music)
(crowd chattering)
- Poor Liza.
Poor Charles.
He told us the whole story the other night at dinner.
- Oh, what did he say?
- That you two wanted different things.
We're so sorry.
Oh, Bob's waving me over.
We'll talk later.
- Okay. You can't look that sad at a CLIT party.
- She's one of Charles' best friends
and she thinks it's over.
- What do you think?
- Well, look at him. He's here.
And I think he's still,
maybe I'm wrong,
but I'm an editor.
I know endings.
And it doesn't seem like that's where we are.
At the end.
- Go turn the page and find out.
(uplifting pop music)
- Hey.
- Hi.
- Thanks for being here.
- Lucky me.
I won everything that I bid on
at the silent auction.
(Liza laughs)
- You overbid, you always do
at these charity things.
It's 'cause you're one of the good guys.
- Hm.
- Charles, can we compromise on the whole marriage thing?
- Compromise? How?
- I think I was wrong to say never.
It's how I feel now, but who knows?
In time, maybe I change my mind or maybe you do,
but let's give ourselves that time.
And if we each bend a little.
- Liza, I've had to bend a lot to be with you
ever since we met,
you never asked me to,
but I walked away from my company for you.
And I had to bend on the custody agreement,
time with my girls,
because Pauline was upset about your lie.
So if I bend anymore, I'm going to break.
- That's not what I'm asking.
- We just want different things.
I realized that now, and there are no villains here,
hard as it is.
It's best
we both move on.
With respect, not with anger.
- But if we still love each other...
(footsteps approaching)
- I found her. We can go.
- Can you come spend the night, Liza?
You can make pancakes tomorrow.
Daddy's aren't as good.
- You know I would love to see you.
- See, Daddy? She wants to come.
You're just being mean.
- He's not being mean.
I mean, he brought us here.
Didn't he?
- He didn't want to come, but you begged him.
So he's not being mean.
- I couldn't come anyway.
I have things tomorrow.
- Come on, girls. Bye Liza.
(somber guitar music)
- Wait.
We didn't say goodbye.
Come here.
Okay. Promise me if you come to the office,
you'll come say hi, okay?
And the secret to the batter is the chocolate chips.
I hid a bag behind the flour.
- See ya Monday.
(somber pop music)
- Liza?
(somber pop music)