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-[computer beeps] -Lucy?

Hi, how are you?

LUCY: Hi, Dr. Gordon. Uh...

this is so weird. You're there, I'm here.

How do we do this? How do we start?

Just like we always do when you were in my office,

except you hit the camera on the bottom left of your screen.

LUCY: Do you-- do you have to see me?

Well, since we haven't talked in a while,

I think it's important that, uh,

I have some visual contact with you.

We can go to normal phone sessions in the future.

Patients have been worried about their hair

-looking different. -[phone chimes]

LUCY: No, it's not that. I look great. I'm so rested.

Glad you're sleeping.

-LUCY: Thank you! -So... let's turn the camera on.

LUCY: Fortunately, it has also given me some anxiety,

like with this call. Like, what if your house is... ugly.

That would be very triggering for me.

-You've seen my office. -LUCY: I have,

and I have been wanting to talk to you about that.

I feel like the color of the walls and the couch

are fighting each other.

[sighs] Why don't we, uh...

Why don't we...

take a breath?

Close your eyes,

picture an endless body of water.

Put your mouse on the video prompt,

and click when you're ready.

[inhaling & exhaling]

How are you?

Uh-- No. How are you?

With COVID? I'm fine.

No, with being Black. Er--

Sorry, with, um...

With being African-American. With the Black Lives Matter.

Well, it's a-- it's painful time.

-Yeah. -But it's always been painful.

I mean, these murders aren't new.

But the public concern is.

Our pain is becoming a shared pain.

There's a sense of relief, you know, in that, and, um...

a sense of hope that maybe there'll be

some real and lasting change.

I take responsibility,

and I am so sorry that racism even exists.

-Can I say that? -Yes, of course.

LUCY: It's disgusting, and I feel guilty.

I-- I actually do. I really do.

-[distant dog barks] -And, um...

What was-- What can I do?

Well, you could commit to learning about

the true history of racism.

-That's a start. -I did. Yeah, I've done that.

I've, um... I've been reading James Baldwin,

and I've watched that, um...

the documentary on-- Er, what...

Frederick Douglass. So good.

-That's a great beginning. -Yeah.

-Frederick Douglass is-- -Should we start now?

Sure. Yes. Yes, of course, of course.

So, how are you?

Well...

I have found this pandemic very validating,

which has been incredible for my self-esteem.

Um...

Yeah.

Tell me about that.

This is my time.

Can you elaborate?

LUCY: I'm right. Finally.

Well, I have always been right. Um...

The world is full of dangerous germs,

and if we get near them, we die.

And... that is so liberating.

There's a lot to--

a lot to unpack in what you just said.

So what I'm hearing is,

in a way, the world is walking in your shoes now.

Yes! Yes. Exactly.

I mean, I've been washing my hands 30 times a day

and socially distancing my entire life.

Friends are calling me for advice.

It sounds as if there's a feeling of relief,

as well as a sense of belonging to your own life.

-That's a very powerful, Lucy. -Yeah.

I feel like I could start dating.

Um, I've always avoided touching people,

even people I want to touch,

and now that is socially acceptable.

So, the reality of COVID,

along with your OCD, has helped you manage your response to it.

[dog barking in distance]

Is that a dog? Have you got a dog?

-Um... -I don't like dogs. I--

-Dr. Gordon, have you got a dog? -No. Uh--

They lick your butt and lick your face.

-No, no, no, no-- I-- No-- -And they have worms. And Parvo.

-I don't have any pets, but-- -And they get ear infections.

For the record, humans can't catch any diseases from a dog.

Can't you get COVID from a dog?

There have been no confirmed cases of pets carrying COVID,

according to the American Veterinary Medical Association.

[inhaling deeply]

Right. No confirmed cases.

What about the cases that haven't been confirmed?

It's on their website.

This is my worst fear,

experts giving me advice that I can't trust.

Hmm...

Let's talk about that. Tell me about that.

The only voice I can trust is the one inside me, and...

[sighs]

for the first time, ever...

it's not broken.

[exhales]

Let's stay with that for a moment.

This feeling,

that the world has...

finally caught up to who you are,

and it's helping you find your place.

[tearful] Yeah.

-[dog barking in distance] -[gasps]

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-Please, can you make it stop? -I, uh--

LUCY: I'm gonna lose my voice! Can you please make it stop?

I can't... make it stop. But what if we, um,

do some deep breathing together?

We-- we think of the barking as a calming sound.

All right? Let's-- let's just change

our emotional frame of reference to it.

Okay? And breathe in, one.

[inhaling]

[exhaling shakily]

[exhaling]

In. [inhaling]

[inhaling]

And out. [exhaling]

-Yes. -[Lucy exhaling]

Good job, Lucy. Good job.

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"Dear Chinese chicken salad, dressing on the side,

"chicken on the side, lettuce on the side...

"I've delivered food to your house several times.

"I notice you have an enclosed yard

"and always add a tip on the app,

"even when I was late or messed up your order.

"Thank you for that."

Oh!

"I can no longer afford to stay in L.A.

"under these circumstances,

"so I'm going back to where I came from

"to live in an apartment with my parents."

Aw...

"But it doesn't allow pets,

"so I'm taking a leap of faith,

"putting my trust in the right person who will do

"the right thing for my... Nala.

"She's a sweet girl, soulful, and so smart.

"Please be the person I believe you to be."

"Please be the person I need you to be--" Me?

Oh, no, no. Oh, no.

Oh, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no.

Ooh. This is...

This is not--

No. Why? Why, why, why, why me?

Why me? This is really pushing all my buttons.

This is... too much.

[breathing deeply]

[sniffling]

I am in control of my thoughts.

[inhales] I am in control of my emotions.

I am in control of my thoughts.

I am in control of my emotions.

[whispering] I am in control of my thoughts.

[exhaling]

[latch clicking]

St-- Wait, wait, wait. Stay right there.

Stay right there.

Hi... Nala.

[whining]

I'm Beth.

[whining softly]

Do you bite?

'Cause that would be a deal breaker.

He said you were sweet.

I've always wanted a dog, but...

I've never allowed myself to have one.

Although everyone I've ever known has

highly recommended my making this kind of commitment.

-[phone ringing inside] -[Nala barking]

I have work.

I have patients that really need me right now.

Could you please keep it down for a moment?

That's my next patient, and he can be kind of demanding.

[Nala barks]

We don't know when it's gonna go back.

My job is to help you feel safe with the uncertainty of that.

-[faint barking outside] -[inhales shakily]

No, it's-- it's my neighbor's dog.

Nala?

Shh.

Of course. Of course you have my-- my full attention.

Yes, Donald.

[ragged breathing] Yeah. You-- you're going into...

you're going into panic.

Let's... get you back in focus, okay?

I want-- Let's use your senses.

[exhales]

Okay. All right. Tell me one thing you can touch.

Your phone.

Right, okay. Yes.

And one thing you can smell.

[deep breath]

Oh, okay.

And one thing you can taste.

Do you have a-- do you have some water there?

Okay. Take a sip.

[breathing shakily]

Good, Donald.

All right. Okay.

Now breathe in.

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Hi, Nala.

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[Beth takes deep breath]

That was... one.

That was two.

That was three.

This is-- I can't do this. I can't.

Yeah-- I understand. Karen, yes.

FaceTime her 15 to 20 times in a row, short calls.

The more you're exposed to the fact that she's healthy

and wants to engage will help open

new neural pathways for the both of you.

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I don't have room for this in my life.

Yes, I live alone.

I work from-- I work from home,

but I can't split my focus. I don't have time.

Hawthorne Shelters reopened.

[keyboard clicking]

Wait, it says here Hawthorne is a high-kill shelter.

How many pounds is she? Um...

[scoffs] Well, she's not gonna fit in a purse,

if that's what you mean.

She resembles a, uh...

a Pitbull with short legs.

Big dogs get put down first?

Why? That's just wrong.

What if I donate money for her to stay until she's adopted?

Who is "they"?

It's ultimately up to me.

Why does everyone think I have the answer?

Why is it always up to me to figure out what's right?

Hello?

[panting]

[whining softly]

Hi, Nala.

Can you sit?

[Beth gasps] Not bad.

Can you fetch?

Good job!

Right here! Oh, good job!

It's not your germs that worry me, because people with animals

tend to have stronger immune systems for a host of reasons.

Happiness quotient,

exercise level.

Being exposed to more germs

helps the body more easily fight them off.

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I know what it's like to be pre-judged

for what you look like, to provoke a response

when you're doing nothing, because people live in fear.

They have these prejudices they don't even understand.

The hardest part for my clients with OCD is...

once they've mastered the fear of one thing,

their fear often transfers to something else.

I feel their pain,

'cause it ties into my own OCD and panic issues.

But of course I can't tell them that.

I can't tell them anything that personal.

You know?

So COVID has been easy for me.

It's been a relief not to go out.

[sighs]

My whole life has been about keeping a-- a safe distance

from people, because...

I've been easily misunderstood, you know?

Because, to be really honest, Nala...

I'm afraid if they knew all of me...

[sighs]

they might not love me.

[exhales]

I think we're making progress.

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[cell phone chimes]

[phone ringing]

[sighs] The fuck is she FaceTiming me for?

Shit.

[phone keyboard clicking]

Fuckin' cheeky.

Okay.

-[makeup rattling] -All right.

[phone ringing]

-Hey! -Hey.

-You did your hair? -Mm-hmm.

Why? Where the fuck you going?

Oh, shut up. And why the hell

are you wearing a hat in the house?

I was on a call, I told you.

Anyway, what's up?

I'm trying to find the strength not to kill my husband,

but it's-- You go. What's up with you? How are you?

I'm all right. You know, just trying to stay busy.

Been writing, exercising. Have you been exercising?

Really?

[sighs] Gigi, come on!

I'm sorry. I-- I know you don't exercise,

so I thought I would ask. You know, maybe you're trying to

take advantage of the situation and be healthy.

-Oh, shut up. -[phone chimes]

-You shut up. -Oh, look at this shit.

The numbers just went up again.

I know, I saw the news this morning. It's horrible.

God, I'm telling you, this shit is scaring the shit out of me.

The end is coming, and my husband,

he's over there watching that stupid news channel,

and he's still convinced that it's a hoax.

And every day he's in my ear talking shit--

-Well, it's not a hoax. -I know that. Okay?

Please don't stress me out. Please.

Coco, I'm telling you right now,

God's wrath is coming down upon us. Okay?

Just like the Bible says, there will be fires,

-there will be floods-- -And world destruction,

and the world's going to end. Gigi, they've been preaching

the same shit during every world crisis

since the Spanish Flu to Y2K, and now this.

You wanna let me finish a sentence, maybe?

Because that's-- You're really annoying.

I'm not trying-- Okay, you know what? I'm sorry.

I've been cooped up in this house alone

for a week and a half with no one to talk to, so...

-cut me some slack. -Well, I thought you said

you were just on the phone with someone.

-Well, you know what I mean. -Well, I called you.

You know that? I called you yesterday,

I called day before yesterday, and you didn't call back.

Please don't tell me it's because you were busy,

-'cause I know your ass wasn't. -I was.

Yeah, what? Doing what? Coloring in those grays?

[laughing]

GIGI: I just did mine this morning.

Uh, did you get Botox?

No.

-[snickers] -Oh, wow! Wow.

You-- Who the hell's looking at your big-ass forehead right now?

-Gigi! -For your husband,

who's not even there, and me and maybe a couple other girls?

You know, the world is coming to an end and you're worried

-about your forehead? -Yep.

-Perfect. -And you need to get yourself

some botox too whenever this shit is over.

And you need to take care of that mustache that's growing,

-it's hideous! -[chuckling]

Uh...

you know it's 11 o'clock in the morning?

And?

I bet you a lot of other people are pouring right now too.

This shit is too crazy not to get drunk before noon.

You really need to start praying.

I pray every day...

as I thank the Lord for these fermented grapes.

Oh, Coco.

Oh, Gigi, relax.

Jesus drank wine too during a time of crisis, so it's okay.

-What? -The Last Supper?

How the hell do you think he got up on that cross? [gasps]

-Coco! Blasphemy! -[laughing]

That's at least a week in hell!

And he should've smoked a fatty, too.

[laughing]

Speaking of...

Mm-mm-mm. Look at that.

Yep!

-GIGI: Seriously, Coco? -It's just weed.

-God's own green grass. -At least a month in hell.

-A month. -[door thudding]

Oh, shit. Fuck. I didn't even get-- He's back now,

and I didn't even get to tell you why I called you.

Girl, all of a sudden, he wants to start fucking again.

No joda.

You poor thing.

I know! But you know what?

At least it only lasts five or ten minutes tops.

-[laughing] -!Cállate!

Cállate.Don't say anything. [chuckles]

You're so lucky that you still like having sex with John.

I mean, it's-- I know it's hard not having him there with you,

but girl, at least he's not driving you crazy

like every other woman's husband is doing right now.

-[knocking] -I'm-- Okay, gotta go.

All right, he's here. I gotta go.

-I'll talk to you later. Bye. -Okay.

[softly] Bye.

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[crunching]

[phone ringing]

[sighs]

Shit.

Oh, my God. You look like a hot mess

-and I'm a fat fuckin' pig. -Coco, I really-- I didn't-- I--

Shut the fuck up. I-- I didn't call for this.

What's wrong?

Oh, God. I just-- I started drinking again.

Why?

Because, I-- That's-- All we do is fight.

That's all that happens, is-- All we do is fight.

-So what else is new? -You know, I can--

I'm having a fucking nervous breakdown

right now and I could do without your-- your sarcasm.

[sighs]

I'm sorry. I'm drunk.

COCO: You okay?

No, I hit him.

Who, Julio? [gasps] No joda.

I told him, I couldn't take it anymore, and if he continued

to watch that Tucker Carlson and if he didn't change the channel,

I was gonna beat the shit out of him, and he laughed,

so I hit him. And, you know, there was blood everywhere,

and... I mean, thank God that the swelling went down.

-[laughing] Oh my God! -Oh my God, I know this is cra--

You know what? I'm gonna call you tomorrow,

because I can't even take it today.

Oh, no, no, no, no. I'm sorry. I'm sorry, Gigi.

I'm drunk too. I'm sorry. Don't hang up.

So what you get drunk on, Henny?

[chuckling]

No, you ass! It wasn't Henny, it was gin.

-And I'm going to hell. -No, you're not.

Because there is no hell.

Okay? You die and that's it.

Jail? Maybe. Especially with your temper.

You know what? You really shouldn't be drinking--

I-- Actually, I-- I don't want to hear you go into

a tizzy about this, about me drinking, please. All right?

I had to drink, 'cause if not, I'm gonna kill this guy.

I'm gonna kill this man. I love him. I love my husband,

but I do not like him. And I don't like him right now.

And you are lucky that you love and you like John.

Okay, right. Right?

Yes.

Yes, I-- I love and like John.

It's just, this distance is getting to me.

You know, I called him this morning, and he said--

[sighs]

It doesn't even matter.

He doesn't even seem bothered, and I'm, like,

-fuckin' losing it. -Trust me, trust me.

John is going through it too.

Don't worry. This is gonna pass eventually.

I thought you said the world is ending.

Yeah, I said a lot of things.

Question is, do I really believe it?

Maybe it's the gin talking, I don't know.

Either way, I'm tired and I'm gonna pass out.

Um, I'm gonna go to sleep. Okay? Bye.

-No, no, no, wait-- -[call disconnects]

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[exhales]

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[steadying breath]

-Hey! -Hey-- [giggling]

[both laughing]

Uh, Julio's downstairs in the living room

and he doesn't know about my little friend here.

Oh my God, it's getting bad. [laughing]

You know what? I got my little friend right here, too.

Oh my goodness! ¿Ya eso?

You saw the news today?

Yeah.

John called.

Yeah, gin.

He said he thinks he should, uh...

stay away for another week.

So.

Hmm.

You know that I've always been jealous of the love

that you and John have for each other?

Why?

[laughs] Because-- because I was and am, stupid!

You remember the time that we were all sitting around

your house in Connecticut, and we were going around

and everybody had to say what they would miss

if they never had it again?

And your John said,

"I can't imagine my life without this woman.

"The thought of losing her scares the shit out of me

"because I love her so much."

And then I said you guys were pathetic cornballs, remember?

I know I remember 'cause Julio followed that up with

he misses playing Call of Duty.

[sobs]

Oh, no, honey, that was supposed to make you laugh, not cry.

[weeping] No, I'm sorry. It's just--

[sobs] I keep getting these panic attacks, you know?

Like, I'm here all by myself. Like, what if I die by myself?

You know? And, like-- you know, and then it's like,

what if you're right? What if this is the end?

Have another drink with me.

You know, have another-- Light one of your joints.

[laughs] Oh, God. The hell is happening to you?

[laughs] I don't know.

[sniffling]

It's all right.

[exhales]

[sniffles]

You know, I really should stop.

I mean, not the weed, but, you know.

It's the liq-- This is truly the devil's water.

You know? It really is.

[Coco sniffles]

But, you know, it's just...

You know, I was thinking this morning, if--

maybe if I believed in God like you,

maybe I would have some hope, and I wouldn't be so fucked up

-and wouldn't worry, just-- -Believing...

doesn't miraculously wipe away all your shortcomings.

Trust me on that one.

And you know that you do this?

You did this every time Daddy went away for work,

'cause you were daddy's little girl.

Yeah, well, at least you were his best friend.

[sniffles]

I was always so jealous of that, that you two had that.

You were jealous of me...

and I was jealous of you.

[laughs]

[both laughing]

Stupid!

[laughing]

GIGI: He's gonna be home in a week, all right?

Everything's gonna be okay. Don't worry.

Woo!

-Havin' a hot flash over here. -Ahh!

-Ahh! What? -[both laughing]

Put it back on!

Shut up! You shut up, because I bet you if you

take that hat off, you're gonna look just like this.

-No, I ain't taking off shit. -Come on, take it-- why not?

It's just me. Take it off.

Okay, fuck it.

Ugh, yeah. You look like dried-up chia pet.

[laughing]

Well, at least I don't have a hideous mustache growing!

[gasps] That's-- [laughing]

that's so messed up.

COCO: Gigi...

Do you really think this could be the end?

[sighs] Honestly, I don't know.

You really don't believe in God?

Honestly, I don't know.

Do you?

Honestly, I don't know.

[gasps] !No joda!

!No joda, tu! And listen,

I'm gonna do a drive-by for some weed tomorrow.

-[gasps] Gigi! -Desperate times call

for desperate measures. I don't want to hear it.

[laughing]

Are you okay?

I'll be okay.

You okay?

Yeah.

I love you.

I love you more.

And please fix that hideous mustache.

-Byeee! -Bye.

[call disconnects]

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[grass rustling]

[tranquil music]

[birds chirping]

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[ominous chord]

I swear to God,

my entire Instagram feed is sourdough porn.

[chuckling]. Bread. Hot.

Yeah, I bet it tastes awful, though.

I mean, think about it. All these stay-at-home bakers.

I mean-- I mean, imagine.

I mean, they don't know what they're doing.

They're just bored and trying to bake.

I actually read that there's

a whole art and science to sourdough baking.

-How hard can it be? -I don't want to point fingers,

but you burnt the pasta last night. So...

-[laughing] -I'm just saying, but you did.

Sam called.

Right.

MAN: Well, I, for one, would be

very up for some fresh-baked sourdough.

-Really? -Mm-hmm.

No, you know, the thing is, when this is over--

if this ever is over--

I don't think that I want to be one of those...

pandemic sourdough people. Sorry.

Whatever. He's got his new chainsaw.

I'll get us some sourdough starter.

It can be my contribution to this whole...

Little House on the Prairie cosplay.

Sure.

Does that... painting look straight to you?

Doesn't look straight to me.

MAN: I like it better here.

WOMAN: Hmm?

Yeah. Yeah, yeah. No, it's good for now.

I don't know if just for now. It's nice.

We have fresh air, we have space.

I achieved some kind of minimal competence with the chainsaw.

We'll have all the firewood we ever need.

Right. But what if we...

I don't know. Do you think we'd change

if we never went back to the city, like...

-Then we'd be country people. -Mm-hmm.

You'd spend all your time splitting wood, and I'd-- I'd--

-Darn socks, and knit. -Right.

And can things. Right.

'Cause, secretly, you'd like that.

-I-- -Little lady looking after

the house while you're busy doing manly things.

I do like the idea of being...

more self-sufficient.

-Yeah. -Less wasteful.

Yeah, of course.

Quite worried about Dory, though.

Got to be strange, being stuck up here

in her friend's house for God knows how long, and...

boyfriend's miles away, and...

I don't know, she's not exactly bucolic.

[laughs]

No.

Well, I don't know.

People change.

[chainsaw buzzing]

RADIO ANNOUNCER: These are the folks, they're saying that,

"Hey-o, summertime, civilization returns!

"Testing, testing will save us."

Loyal listeners, you heard it here first.

This here, right now, is hunker-down time.

DORY: I mean, it's not like I'm saying

things are gonna be back to normal by then.

I'm just saying there's gonna be some new normal,

and that is going to be more like real life than, like...

-you know, like this. -Mm-hmm. Yeah.

Well, what are people gonna do,

just be like, "Hmm, well, civilization, that was nice"?

-[phone buzzing] -Oh, shit, that's Sam.

Hey!

Oh, God, I can't believe it's four o'clock already.

I've literally done nothing today.

Did you order sourdough starter?

-Hmm? -Black death?

Mm-mm. Must have been Dory.

Does she seem straight to you? She never seems straight to me.

-I hate that painting. -WOMAN: Oh.

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The YouTube woman said you had to wait

until it was super buoyant before baking.

RADIO HOST: All right, so let's just clear up

some misconceptions, shall we?

Prepping's not about 100 cans of beans in your bunker.

It's about being prepared for the day

when GrubHub's not delivering. Ready for that day,

because you're who's gonna be laughing then, huh?

*****

[birds chirping]

[ominous music]

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[soft bubbling]

[thunder rumbling]

[ominous note]

Bingo.

[thunder rumbling]

RADIO HOST: You are alone.

Yeah, look around. That's it, pal.

There's idiots out there infecting each other

so they can drink their cosmotinis.

I hope they're happy. Are you?

[timer ticking]

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[faint ticking]

[thunder rumbling]

[door thudding]

You're baking?

Mmm-hm.

Tonight, there will be bread.

[acapella choral music]

*****

[crust crunching]

[overlapping, indistinct whispering]

I mean, are we done flying on planes? Forever?

Explain to me how there can even be an airline industry anymore.

There's gonna be five people per plane?

Explain the economics of that.

Shit, I'm sorry.

I'm sure you're gonna be able to fly to London and see Sam again.

At some point.

I'm so glad you like the tajin.

I got the recipe off the New York Times cooking app.

You should have some more bread.

I'm okay.

I can be the mother tonight.

[thunder rumbling]

You know, for somebody who ordered their sourdough starter

as a joke, you've gotten pretty into baking.

I didn't order the starter.

[thunder booms]

Stop. Don't do that.

I'll do the dishes.

No, it's fine. You guys cooked.

Just relax.

You chopped a lot of wood today.

Ah. Uh...

It's all right. Just...

go watch something stupid on television.

[thunder rumbling]

[crickets chirping]

[sighing]

[faint bubbling]

[sniffs]

[ominous music]

DORY: Sourdough pancakes look good.

WOMAN: There's a recipe for sourdough pizza!

*****

-WOMAN: What have you done? -Jesus.

[gurgling]

[gurgling slows]

OMINOUS VOICE: Feed... me.

[chainsaw buzzing]

RADIO HOST: Oh, so, Europe's opening up.

That's a good sign, huh?

Yeah, yeah? You think you're going back to work?

You're gonna get on the subway

with your fancy COVID passport, huh?

Fat chance, fucker.

This isn't the end of anything.

This is the beginning.

[women singing]

* Little Tommy Tucker sings for his supper *

* What shall we give him but brown bread and butter? *

* How shall we cut it without a knife? *

* Little Tommy Tucker sings for his supper *

* Little Tommy Tucker sings for his supper *

* What shall we give him but brown bread and butter? *

* How shall we cut it without a knife? *

[ominous music]

I knit you a sweater!

[giggles]

Where did this come from?

I threw this away.

Won't you try it on?

Jesus Christ.

I don't want you to get a cold.

-Stop! -It's a pandemic.

What is this?

Mother.

What is going on?

I don't want you to get sick.

Put on the sweater.

Put... on... the sweater.

Put... on... the sweater.

[panting]

*****

[deep voice] Jim, dear...

Oh, Jim?

Jim, dear.

[panting]

[wood cracking]

We're never going back.

DORY: [whispers] We're never going back.

WOMAN: This is where we live now.

Can't you see?

[a capella choral music]

[grunting]

-Feed me. -Feed me.

Feed me.

Feed.

Me.

Apparently, it's easy to make yogurt in the Instant Pot.

We need cheesecloth.

Do you think we could make our own butter?

We should get a churn.

And a cow.

[gasps] Chickens!

Of course.

[ominous music]

*****

* Little Tommy Tucker sings for his supper *

* Little Tommy Tucker sings for his supper *

* What shall we give him but brown bread and butter? *

* How shall we cut it without a knife? *

* Little Tommy Tucker sings for his supper *

* Little Tommy Tucker sings for his supper *

* What shall we give him but brown bread and butter? *

* How shall we cut it without a knife? *

[indistinct PA announcement]

CASHIER: Next in line, step down, please.

RADIO: As we head into summer the big question is--

WOMAN: Oh, I'm sorry. I'm so sorry,

just need to get the gingerbread--

TJ: Jenny, come up to the front.

You should have been on break 15 minutes ago.

I'll take it from here, thank you.

JENNY: You're gonna get me in trouble.

[laughing] They'll get over themselves.

-How are the boys? -JENNY: They're okay.

They've been with Jeffrey's mom in St. Louis this whole time,

which is good, but I miss them.

-How are you guys? -We're good.

Giving it over to God.

-Thank you. -TJ: You're welcome.

JENNY: Thank you so much, I appreciate it.

-Stay safe, TJ. -You too. All righty, bye.

Next in line, step down, please.

[seagulls squawking]

*****

*****

[keypad beeps]

[dog barking]

JENNY: Hi, Millie! Hi, Millie!

I missed you too. Come on.

Go outside. Okay, let's go outside.

Good girl. Good girl!

[Millie barking]

Come on, come on. Come to mama.

Good girl.

Okay.

[truck beeping]

[glass & metal clinking]

JENNY: Two arms, no head. Two arms, no head.

Two arms, no head.

Two arms...

-[tires crunching gravel] -[Millie whimpers]

[Millie barks]

Hello? [gasps]

-Surprise. -Tarumi?

I've been trying to call you, but you never answer your phone.

Why didn't you leave a message?

Oh, my God, I had to get out of the city

and I know that you guys have the pool house.

[sighs]

Can you believe there's fucking traffic during a pandemic?

Yeah.

-Are you looking at my hair? -No.

-Please don't. -No, it looks good.

Because I had to dye it with Just For Men

-and it's all they had. -Oh, you look really good.

-You do. -You are really,

-still an incredibly bad liar. -I'm not lying.

Oh, I am just, oh, I'm so happy to see you.

I mean, I would be happy to see anyone,

even you, Millie,

and I hate dogs.

Oh, where are the two Js?

They went to St. Louis to visit Jeffrey's mother,

and they kind of got stuck there.

Well, perfect.

Then I can stay in Julius' room

and I don't have to sleep in that crappy bed. All right.

JENNY: She's taking a nap.

JEFFREY: A nap? Or is she passed out?

JENNY: She took a Benadryl because she said she was having

an allergic reaction to

something that I put in the eggs.

[laughs]

Oh, she was-- she was having a really hard time in the city.

JEFFREY: Jen, when is your sister

not having a really hard time?

I think it's better when she has a boyfriend.

JEFFREY: What happened to Eric?

Well, um, they broke up because he decided

he wasn't going to get divorced.

JEFFREY: I didn't know he was married.

JENNY: Yeah. Thought I told you.

JEFFREY: No.

She's my sister.

What was I supposed to say?

JEFFREY: How about "No"?

It's-- you know, it's just gonna be a couple of days

and she'll be gone by the time you get home.

JEFFREY: Mmm. I'm...

I'm not exactly sure when that's gonna be.

Why? People are, people are traveling. You could drive.

Cynthia and Bill just drove to see her parents in Cleveland.

I want to see you.

JEFFREY: No, I just think I need

to stay here with mom and Julius right now.

Look, keep your distance from her, okay? And no hugging.

I don't really trust her version of quarantine.

Oh, that crane's back.

I'm gonna take a picture to show you guys.

[crane caws]

JEFFREY: Okay, babe, I'm gonna...

I'm gonna hop off, all right?

-I'll see you later. -Okay.

What are sisters for if not to break up

-with your boyfriend for you? -I can't believe it, though.

I mean, I really-- I can't believe

that you actually managed to do it.

No, but I didn't plan it, you know, you just went to

the bathroom and it just-- blurted it out.

-And I mean-- What? -What did you say?

What did you say to him again?

Oh my God, I said-- I said-- I said,

"You know, I have-- I have good news."

-What was his name? -His name was Tim.

I'm sorry. "Okay, I have good news, Tim.

You're free to date other people."

[laughs]

Well, it's never been hard for you to be direct.

-That's-- that's for sure. -Yeah, got that from Dad.

You know, "You look fat in that dress."

Oh, you always knew where you stood with him.

Actually, I'm really...

I'm glad he's not around for all of this.

You should see Bleecker Street, Jen...

It's-- it's a war zone.

It's all boarded up. It's sad.

I mean, I'd have protested too

if I knew I'd get a free Marc Jacobs bag.

-Hey, T. -Oh, I'm just kidding. Okay?

I'm just very grateful that you're letting me stay here.

Yeah, of course.

Of course she's letting her sister stay here, right Millie?

Black dogs matter.

Black dogs matter.

You know, I suppose...

this would have been different if Dr. J and Julius were here.

What would've?

I don't know, just me staying here.

Well, yeah, it would have been more complicated.

Hmm.

It always is with Dr. J.

Hey, you know, he hates it when you call him that.

-Don't call him that. -Come on, Jen.

I mean, anybody who's been through medical school

is dying for you to call them "Doctor,"

especially when they have completely defied the odds.

"The odds"? He went to Harvard.

Oh, I think everyone who knows him knows that.

I don't mean anything by it.

-I-- -You seeing anyone?

Lots of people, you know?

Really good time to be dating.

JULIUS: I watched an old movie with grandma, went on my phone,

played some video games, just sat around.

I went to the supermarket with Dad, took a nap.

Hey honey, can you stop moving around so much?

You're making me dizzy.

-Oh, sorry. -It's okay.

What do you-- Do you guys have any plans for tomorrow?

Yeah. Probably the same thing.

And in the afternoon, we'll do the march.

What march?

Dad said he told you, but I guess he didn't.

Oh, honey, I don't know.

I don't know how I feel about that.

Mom, come on.

No, because, yeah, because I'm your mom

and I want you to be safe and I'm so far away.

Mom, this is my time.

-It's your time? -Yeah, actually, it is.

Okay. Um...

All right, just, um...

Just-- just be-- be really, really careful,

and don't get into any trouble,

and don't get swept up in a mob or anything like that.

Do you hear yourself right now?

Remember when you told me to tell you

if you say anything low-key racist?

Mm-hmm. Okay, so just wear your mask the whole time

and stay with your father. Don't separate from him at all.

At all. Okay?

And I'm-- I'm really proud of you.

-Okay, I will. -Love you.

-JULIUS: Here's Dad. -Okay.

JULIUS: Dad!

Hey.

Were you gonna tell me?

Well, I didn't want to stress you out, Jen.

Aren't you worried about your mother?

Uh, so Julius didn't want to go

because he was worried about her.

Then this is what she left by his bed.

"J, you are a spectacular gift for this mama bear

"and I appreciate you worrying about me.

"There are many times in our life

"that just being with our friends and family is enough,

"but now is not one of those times.

"You are a part of this change, and this is important.

"You go and be my eyes, and ears, and voice,

"and then wash your hands."

I'm jealous. I wish I was there with you.

I miss you guys.

We miss you, too.

So did your sister call me "Dr. J" yet?

-No, she's been pretty decent. -[laughs] Right.

-[laughs] -What you guys been doing?

Um, well, we finished that parrot puzzle.

Which was really hard.

Yeah, because of that piece that Millie ate.

Mm-hmm. Yeah.

[laughs]

And-- and we went for a walk, um...

-to the liquor store. -Ah-ha.

How is it that liquor stores are essential services?

[Jenny sighs]

-You look pretty. -You're a terrible liar.

So, look, I ordered that inhaler,

it should be there for you tomorrow.

Thank you. I knew that marrying a doctor was a good idea.

-You always were the smart one. -Yeah.

You tired, baby?

When's this going to be over?

-You mean this call? -No.

[laughs]

[kissing sounds]

I love you.

Love you too, baby.

[call disconnects]

[water splashing]

[crickets chirping]

T?

What's going on?

You all right?

TARUMI: Even the Ambien doesn't do it for me anymore.

It's not just you.

Everybody's stressed.

I'm not-- I'm not one of your patients.

Yeah.

I get it, it's a tough time in the world

and all kinds of people are going through all kinds of shit.

But I'm talking about me.

Me, and it just basically seems that that's not allowed anymore.

What's not allowed?

Needs or feelings if you're white.

So, yeah, I said it.

So you can just fucking cancel me.

I'm lonely.

And I don't have anyone who loves me, so...

[Tarumi softly cries]

And I defend you all the time to people.

Defend me to who?

[sighs] I don't know.

My super.

Oh...

People who you think are your friends, anybody.

-Mom. -Mom?

TARUMI: Yeah, Mom.

Yeah, she never thought that you should have married Jeffrey.

She thought that you should've married Daniel from college.

That's because she knows his mother.

No. That's because he was white,

and she thought that your life would be harder

if you married Jeffrey.

So how come mine ended up being the one that was hard?

[soft music]

*****

*****

Good morning.

Hey, um...

I wasn't at my best last night.

I'm-- I'm sorry about that.

I know you're in trouble, T.

But you can't stay with us.

[exhales]

[engine rumbling]

*****

TJ: I don't understand why every Saturday I ask for...

Wait, is that Jenny?

Jenny!

Jenny?

I think she can't hear me.

FEMALE REPORTER: With the march today,

we've now seen ten consecutive days

of protests following the killing of George Floyd

by police in Minneapolis.

The police officers present at the time of his death

have now been arraigned in court.

He referenced Reverend Al Sharpton

when he called for a national march in Washington.

The reverend wants to use this rage and sadness

felt by the public to try and get tangible police reform.

That's a continued spirit felt here at the site

of George Floyd's killing.

A private funeral service earlier for invited guests,

and of course, family and friends

had hundreds of people outside in support.

They spoke to the people at the memorial site

and thanked them for their love.

MALE REPORTER: We've seen this growing before,

growing, sort of, activism spring about

It's only gotten bigger as the week has gone on.

As I'm sure you've seen, the speedway over here

has now kind of turned into almost its own village.

There's a stage behind me and people are putting

their fists up in protest.

I guess it felt so long to think that is how long

the prosecutors say the police officer's knee was on his neck.

It's unbelievable.

*****

*****

[traffic din]

[relaxing violin instrumental]

MAN: I can't believe we did that so many times in one night.

WOMAN: It was amazing.

You really are more than I bargained for.

Oh, did you think I'd be a bargain?

I don't normally take guys home.

Not that I regret it.

Well, it's not my speed either,

especially to feel like this about somebody so soon.

I know. It's crazy.

What time is your flight again?

[sighing deeply]

[exhaling deeply]

Soon.

[footsteps receding]

Why do you have to fly now of all times?

Because it's where I live, it's where I keep my stuff.

Yeah, but why now? We don't know what's gonna happen.

We might never see each other again.

Don't do this, please.

We had such a good time, you know,

of course we're gonna see each other.

You don't know that. Things are changing so fast.

Right. Then, you come with me to LA.

You know, I wasn't kidding when I asked you.

I can't do that and next week, it might be too late.

You should stay.

You're being so dramatic. Just knock it off.

And you're being thoughtless and glib.

[footsteps thudding]

You know, it's a little early for you

to be getting so needy, don't you think?

Go to hell.

Get out of my house.

-Leave. -With pleasure.

[footsteps thudding]

You were too old for me anyway.

[laughing softly]

That's classy, really. Thank you for that.

I see I dodged a bullet.

[door slamming]

[door bell buzzing]

[footsteps approaching]

[door creaking]

Hey.

Hey.

I'm so sorry I said that.

No, I'm sorry.

Well, I'm glad you changed your mind.

Uh, yeah, there's that and also,

um, there's a travel ban so, uh, canceled my flight.

You were inside the terminal?

Ugh, it was a madhouse.

I see you got your luggage back from the hotel.

Yeah. Well, I-- you know, when I went to the front desk,

they said they were gonna close the place

-soon as I left. -[breathing]

You should take a shower.

Go-- Go take a shower.

You want me to take a shower? Yeah?

Doesn't it sound nice?

Sure.

Go. I might meet you in there.

Well, all right, then.

[footsteps thudding, wheels rumbling]

[humming happily]

[drill whirring]

[padlock clicking]

[door banging]

What the fuck?

Hey!

Wait!

What the fuck?

It's only for 14 days. I'll use the guest bathroom.

Hey, hey, you get back here. Get back here.

I'm gonna call the cops.

Do you have my phone?

WOMAN: Nope. Haven't seen it.

[distant cheering]

What is that?

[crowd cheering]

What the fuck is going on?

[plate clinking]

Oh, come on. Scrambled again?

Can you at least figure out

how to cook an egg without burning it?

Well, I don't cook and no one's delivering,

so you might as well just get used to it.

[distant applause]

Oh, come on.

Shut the fuck up!

[calm acoustic music]

*****

[knocking on door]

-What? -WOMAN: You know the drill.

*****

WOMAN: Hands up.

Yeah.

[door creaking]

Beef Stroganoff. I never made it before.

Did you know that Stroganoff was a Russian town?

I ate that shit for breakfast.

WOMAN: Thought you might like something to read

to pass the time.

You got anything from this year?

[paper tearing]

You know what you're doing is illegal, right?

Yeah, well, what you did should be illegal.

You went back to your hotel room,

you got into a filthy cab,

you actually even entered an international airport,

all before bringing your germs back into my home.

It was an UberXL, actually. Black XUV.

WOMAN: Ugh, you just don't get it.

[calm jazz music]

[paper tearing]

*****

WOMAN: Mom, you have to wear your mask all the time.

Well, no. Look, I'm not trying to tell you what to do.

I'm not. It's just that-- And what did he say?

Well, tell doctor-- tell him that you need it

for four weeks, Mom.

I'm not yelling at you. I'm just--

All I'm saying is that you should have it for four weeks.

You don't know how long this thing's gonna take. That's all.

Okay.

And who's walking the dog right now?

*****

[water trickling]

*****

[humming softly]

[tap water trickling]

[people cheering]

[distant hollering and pan clanging]

[pan clanging]

[horn blowing]

Woo! Woo, woo, woo!

Woo! Woo!

I left you a dinner.

Slow poached chicken breast with bacon dust.

And for dessert, a flaming strawberry flambé.

Get it while it's hot.

[Liz cheering]

Mm. This is delicious.

Glad you like it.

Mm! How long does it take to slow poach a chicken?

Not very long. It's only about 14 minutes.

Mm, no kidding.

I got it from a New York Times recipe.

Thank you.

You're welcome.

[soft jazz music]

[water trickling]

[sirens blaring]

[distant cheering]

[pot clanging]

* I say goodbye *

* To all my sorrows *

* By tomorrow *

* I'll be on my way *

* I guess the Lord must be in New York City *

* I'm so tired *

* Of getting nowhere *

* Seeing my prayers *

* Going unanswered *

* I guess the Lord must be in New York City *

* Well, here I am, Lord *

* Knocking at your back door *

* Ain't it wonderful to be *

Appreciate it.

* Where I've always wanted to be *

* For the first time I'll breathe free in New York City *

I get it now. I scared you. I-- I-- I get it.

I'm so sorry.

I'm so sorry.

Meet you at the door.

[footsteps thudding]

It was thoughtless for me to come back.

You know, I never should have done it.

That-- My Uber driver was sneezing.

I didn't even think about it.

Did you touch him?

A little bit. I mean, in the places he asked me to.

I think I may have overreacted too.

-Oh, you think so? -[banging on door]

[giggling softly]

Seriously. My mom almost died from a virus

when I was a kid. She was really sick for a long time

and I think it just triggered something in me.

It must have been awful.

Yeah. And then I had to spoon feed her Campbell's soup

for four weeks before she got any better.

No wonder-- No wonder you're such a good cook.

I think I just get scared

when the people I love get sick.

Not that I love you or anything,

but I do care about you.

Well, we had a good thing going.

For 12 hours anyway.

Still pretty hot.

[slow jazz music]

Your turn.

*****

What are you doing down there?

Nothing you can't do to yourself.

[Liz moaning]

[both moaning loudly]

[both groaning]

Wow.

Yeah.

I can't wait to really touch you.

How much longer do I have to spend in here?

When did we meet again?

April 10th.

Another couple of days.

That's too bad.

So what's for dinner?

[playful acoustic music]

*****

*****

MOM: Well, we're all having to learn to live

without our usual comforts and routines.

I can't go for my weekly shampoo and set,

and my roots are an absolute disaster.

I mean, three and a half decades

of having my nails done and then lo and behold,

I discover I can absolutely do it myself.

I could have saved absolute fortunes.

Alex. Alex, darling, are you smoking?

ALEX: No, Mom. I'm not smoking.

You sound like you're smoking?

Yeah, well, I'm not.

You're getting lots of rest?

I'm trying.

Oh, I want to see Jack. Let me see him.

How is it that I go to video?

[FaceTime tone ringing]

How do I get to bloody video on this thing?

Oh, I know. It looks like something's happening.

Oh, right, then. Hello.

Hi. Just-- Just give me a sec, okay?

I gotta go into the house.

Oh, doesn't look like a very nice day there.

Is it nice where you are?

It's absolutely glorious here.

That's nice.

Okay, shh.

Yeah, look, there he is. Look at that.

Look at the little face. It's just marvelous.

Alex.

Wha-- Is that the wardrobe?

What's he doing in the wardrobe?

Mom, it's dark in here.

It's the only place he'll go to sleep.

Okay, I'm sorry.

-Shh, shh, shh. -For goodness sake.

-Please don't wake him. -Okay.

Okay. Are you taking any exercise?

Taking any fresh air?

It'll do you good.

You look absolutely exhausted.

Thank you.

Darling, I wish I was there with you.

Yeah, well you're not.

Well, you know what?

Honestly, I'd rather that you were alone than with him.

Mom.

You know, leaving you alone at a time like this?

What wa-- What was-- What was he thinking of?

Where is he anyway?

Where do you think?

Well, you know, just got to keep yourself busy,

distract yourself, and there's no drinking, please.

You know it makes you emotional.

Mom, I'm hanging up now. I'm going to hang up.

And just one-- Let-- let me just say one thing.

This is really important because I've read about it.

You know, deliveries-- deliveries, 72 hours quarantine,

that's what they say, 72 hours. Alex?

Alex, are you listening?

Shh. Shut up.

-[Jack crying] -[Alex shushing]

* Go to sleep, now good night *

* In your bed soft and wide *

* All the creatures of the day *

* Must have rest from work and play *

* When a new day shall break *

* All our joy will wake *

All better now?

I gotta go.

[Alex sighing]

[Alex crying softly]

[water boiling]

Hey, Siri.

[phone beeping]

Set a timer for four minutes.

SIRI, AMERICAN ACCENT: Okay. Four minutes and counting.

[Jack and Alex laughing]

[alarm ringing]

Okay. Stop. Stop.

Okay. It's ready.

[Alex sighing]

Fuck.

Cereal it is.

[Jack crying]

It's okay. It's okay. It's okay. Shh, shh, shh, shh.

[Jack crying]

[Alex shushing]

Hey Siri, can you-- can you sing a lullaby?

SIRI: I'd rather leave that to the professionals.

Yeah, great. Yeah, thanks a lot, Siri. Shh, shh.

[Jack crying]

REPORTER: Medical catastrophe is rapidly increasing,

cases spread like wildfire across--

-Hey, Siri. -[phone beeping]

How many people died of COVID today in North America?

[TV clicking off]

Hey Siri, turn-- turn on the TV.

Hey, Siri. Turn on the TV.

[phone beeping]

Hey, Siri. Set the timer for seven minutes.

[Jack crying]

SIRI: Playing Cartoon Network.

Sure. Whatever.

KIDS: Hi, teacher.

TEACHER: Good morning. How cute!

[upbeat music]

* Eat, eat, eat your egg *

-* Wash it down* Mm.

* With my favorite drink, pink*

-[Jack grumbling] -[Alex shushing]

It's okay. Hey, Siri.

SIRI: Hello, Alex.

Play a lullaby.

SIRI: Playing lullaby.

[soft lullaby music]

Thank you, Siri.

-[phone beeping] -[fan whirring]

Hmm.

It feels nice.

SIRI: You're welcome, Alex.

[Jack cooing]

[children's TV chatter]

[truck engine thrumming]

[truck beeping]

SIRI, BRITISH ACCENT: Starting timer, 72 hours.

Hey, I didn't ask you to do that.

SIRI: You're welcome, Alex.

And what's with the British accent?

SIRI: I'm not sure I have an answer for that.

I mean, it's-- it's fine. I kinda like it.

SIRI: How marvelous.

Siri, this place is a mess.

SIRI: Would you like me to play some music for you?

Yeah. That'd be great.

[rock and roll music]

[music plays on headphones]

[tense dramatic music]

*****

[water trickling]

SIRI: Sleep can boost your immune system.

That's great.

SIRI: Benefits of chamomile tea.

Shut up, Siri.

-[phone beeping] -[lights clicking]

-Hey, Siri. -[phone beeping]

Turn the light back on.

SIRI: Setting alarm, 6:00 AM.

Fuck you, Siri.

SIRI: Your alarm is now set for 6:00 AM.

But I-- I don't wanna go to bed!

Ha.

[tense dramatic music]

[phone beeping]

[phone beeping]

[phone beeping]

[phone beeping repeatedly]

What the fuck?

Siri, call David.

SIRI: I'm not sure I understand.

SIRI: This number is disconnected.

Ugh, you bitch!

SIRI: Would you like me to play some music?

No. I want you to fuck off!

[dramatic orchestral music]

Call David. Call David.

Come on, Siri. Don't fuck with me!

Goddammit.

[Alex panting]

You wanna go in there? Do you wanna go in there?

Don't tempt me, you little bitch.

God.

[phone beeping, lullaby playing]

Oh, shut the fuck up! Leave me alone!

[alarm ringing]

[Jack crying]

[Alex groaning]

[Jack crying]

Mommy's coming.

Hey, Siri.

MALE SIRI: Good morning, Alex. How's it going?

Oh, cute. Very funny.

Where is she?

MALE SIRI: I'm not sure what you mean.

Ow. Whatever, asshole.

Just-- Just tell me how long to cook this fucking egg.

MALE SIRI: Egg. Noun. An oval or round object

laid by a female bird, reptile, or fish,

or invertebrate, usually containing a developing embryo.

Right. So what? You're just gonna mansplain me now?

MALE SIRI: Mansplain. Verb. of a man to explain something

to someone, typically a woman in a manner

regarded as condescending or patr--

Siri?

Siri?

Hello.

FEMALE SIRI, BRITISH ACCENT: I'm listening.

Oh, thank God.

How... How are you today?

SIRI: I'm fine. Thanks for asking.

I'm, um... I'm sorry about last night.

You must have a lot on your plate right now.

SIRI: I'm here to help.

So, what's the weather like outside?

SIRI: The temperature is 21 degrees centigrade.

BOTH: Marvelous.

[Alex laughing]

SIRI: Follow the path due north for 200 meters.

* You are the morning *

* I am the night *

SIRI: In 50 meters, you will reach your destination.

* Left at the right time *

* And only I *

* Still call you mine *

* Only I'm still hanging on *

SIRI: Marvelous.

* Blown by strong wind, but here we fear *

[laughing]

* All that you said to me is still so very clear *

[Alex babbling, both laughing]

* So take my hand *

[Siri speaking and Alex singing]

* Bed soft and white, all the creatures of the day *

* Need the rest from work and play *

* When the new day shall break *

* Full of joy you will wake *

[Jack cooing]

SIRI: Setting alarm, 6:00 AM.

Thank you, Siri.

Good night, darling.

SIRI: Good night, darling.

[phone buzzing]

[tense dramatic music]

*****

[birds chirping]

[playful orchestral music]

*****

Hey.

You're not even wearing gloves?

Fuck off.

*****

Thanks.

So, you're fine here? No desperate desire

to come and play Scrabble with the kids or something?

No, honey, I'd love to play Monopoly,

but I got to stop these fuckers touching my damn fence!

[bike bell ringing]

[footsteps thudding]

Is he still on the...?

Yep.

It's your move.

Um...

I reckon he's gone crazy.

Am I being unreasonable or should he shave?

He should shave, right? Or at least have a shower.

What he should do is give it a rest

and come back to the land of the living.

DAD: I heard that.

Listen, I still don't understand why us two

can't just go back to the city and see people

that are actually interesting. I mean--

I mean, we can't even die of it.

Well, I don't think it's a good idea.

And even if I was to sign off on it,

good luck getting past the man upstairs.

It's your turn.

SON: Hey, come on. Come on, wake up. Wake up.

What?

Right. So I've got a pretty crazy idea,

but you got to just indulge me for a second, all right?

All right.

Okay, so-- so we can both agree

that we've got to get out of this place, right?

Sure.

So, why don't we just do it?

Me, you, no Mom, and--

and definitely no Dad. We can go to the city

and we can see all our friends and--

and it'll pretty much just be exactly like normal.

And Mom pretty much just signed off on it anyway.

Okay, but fuck off, I'm trying to sleep.

We should tie him up so he doesn't wake up

and screw the plan.

Agreed.

[pan scraping]

[birds chirping]

[recorder playing discordantly]

Hey, could you stop that?

No.

[recorder playing]

I know what we should do.

Let's go and get some fresh air.

Wait, but by fresh air, do you mean just going out

in the car and staying in the car?

Hey, you want to come? We're gonna go for a drive.

DAD: Yeah.

Or maybe we could do it tonight, like, maybe 11:00

or something when the front lawn activity goes down.

[playful acoustic music]

DAD: [muffled] Sir, I want you to step away from the fence.

No, I want you to step away from the fence.

You don't even have any gloves on.

What is he doing?

No, I want you to step away from the fence.

You know our doorbell that's got that camera

and everything? It's got a two-way speaker.

Well, at least he came. Whatever, we're here now.

Look how beautiful it is.

[Mom inhaling deeply]

SON: Well...

Stop. What the hell do you think you're doing?

Going for a walk.

No. No, no, no, no, no. No. You can get fresh air from here.

You'll get a tick in there and get Lyme disease and die.

Hey, don't go into the forest.

You'll get a tick in there,

and then you get Lyme disease and then--

and then die.

Okay.

I made you guys some cookies.

DAD: I don't care how great you're feeling,

you could be asymptomatic.

You could be running up and down my block,

you could still be spreading it all over the place.

What, is that the antibody test?

It's unreliable. Fauci says the antibody test is unreliable.

Cookies are great, Mom.

If you stand out-- If you stand outside my fence

and I watch you for 14 days, then you can touch my fence.

That a deal? Okay, great.

How about Monopoly?

That takes ages, though.

Oh, we've got ages.

Um, well, what else is there here?

We could do a puzzle, that only takes a couple of days.

No. We don't have time for a puzzle, do we?

Um, okay, well, what else?

There's-- There's Parcheesi,

there's Risk, there's Sorry.

I think there's Clu-- Yup, there's Clue.

We could play chess?

Why don't we just play Go Fish?

Go Fish. Okay. Yeah. Why not? Let's play Go Fish.

Hey, you wanna come and hang?

DAD: Yeah.

Can I hang from up here?

Totally. You know, that's-- Yeah, why not?

You can-- We can hear you from down here.

It's a great idea.

One good thing is that apparently,

only 6% of people can get it again,

which means that New York will have herd immunity,

or whatever you call it really quite soon,

so that's great.

Mom, did you read that

from The New York Times article this morning?

MOM: Yeah.

It was 60%, not six.

Oh, oh.

Well, if you think about it, that's not--

No, that's... that isn't great.

[phone alarm ringing]

[tense dramatic music]

REPORTER ON TV: Good evening, we have--

Do you have it?

All are reporting a spike in cases.

[door creaking]

... months into quarantine,

we are not out of the woods yet.

And with the vaccine months away from approval...

Good luck, asshole.

[muffled screaming]

Did we get the time wrong or something?

It's pretty cold.

Yeah.

Did you bring a coat?

No.

Me neither.

But I brought this.

Do you want to go home?

Yeah.

[playful orchestral music]

*****

[pensive music]

[cow mooing]

[distant clanging]

[Helen exhaling sharply]

[alarm ringing]

[machine beeping]

ETHAN: It's Ethan. I assume Internet outage.

We're fine here. Still stuck in Paris,

but I need to hear from you at some point.

Jessie tested negative, which is a relief supreme.

We are officially in her second trimester, officially.

Yay. Call me, please.

[machine beeping]

PEG: Hi, it's Peg. I sent you an email,

but I guess your satellite's still funky.

Anyway, interest in the show is insane.

I'm going ahead with the opening virtually.

It's your dream, online. You don't have to come.

But we need to get the new pieces photographed

like yesterday, definitely the big stone one.

Call me. Bye.

[machine beeping]

CARLOS: Hi. It's Carlos at the pharmacy.

We have your prescriptions.

Just pull up outside and we'll bring them out.

[machine beeping]

WOMAN: Helen, this Goddamn wedding.

Hey, I'm in a fix here. Postpone it or cancel?

Ugh. Hey, what would you take? Valium, Xanax, trazodone?

[machine beeping]

ETHAN: Hi, Mom. You really need to call.

I know you're handling what you need to handle

-the way you handle thing-- -[phone dialing]

Ethan, I'm fine, just busy.

[metal rod thudding]

[Dave singing distantly]

DAVE: People speak in exclamations.

Read books, speak quickly.

* That concludes your seminar *

[machine beeping]

WOMAN #2: Helen? Pick up.

Pick up. Goddamn it.

Pick up! Pick up, pick up, pick up--

[machine beeping]

CHIP: Hello, Helen Fell.

This is Chip at That's Fabricate.

We have the flanges and panels. Just need to confirm

the delivery site and new protocols.

Call me at 800-565-7555. I sent you an email,

but your dealer said your Internet

is pretty spotty out there these days. Thanks.

[dial tone]

[machine beeping]

ETHAN: Look, I know I shouldn't worry, but I--

That's right. You shouldn't worry.

[Helen sighing]

[door slamming]

[ice clunking]

[Dave singing distantly]

* It's the end of the chase *

* And the moon is high *

* It don't matter who loves who *

* You love me or I love you *

* When the night comes falling *

* When the night comes falling *

* When the night comes falling from the sky *

[door slamming]

A boy, that's wonderful, I'll call him Jackie.

How much do I owe you? Doctor says, "Nothing,

"Jackie already paid me."

[audience laughing]

[pensive music]

[water rushing]

HELEN: This is Fell. Leave a message.

[machine beeping]

Helen Fell. This is Rachael Gay from Up Union.

I spoke with you a year ago, an interview, actually.

So, I don't know if you have ever saw it,

but it was quite nice. Brilliant, really.

Thank God I've kept your number.

We're doing a piece

on how artists are living during this difficult time--

[Helen grunting]

[Dave singing distantly]

[alarm ringing]

CARL: Hi, it's Carl again from the pharmacy.

Just wondering if you were coming by

for your prescriptions. Just pull up outside

and we'll bring them out. Okay. Let us know.

No more pills, Carl.

[metallic thudding]

Fuck you, Dave. Fuck you, Dave. Fuck you, Dave.

Fuck you, Dave. Fuck.

[TV chatter]

Don't think for one minute we're going to let you escape.

We're going to throw you into jail.

[gunfire]

[phone ringing]

[calm, ruminative music]

[phone ringing]

*****

DAVE: Now, that is a hole. Hiya.

* The festival was over *

* And the boys were all planning for a fall *

You're in a Dylan phase.

DAVE: Never out of it, really.

And yet you don't know the words.

DAVE: You are so goddamn beautiful.

Oh, shut up, and take off that mask.

-Nope. -Well, then fuck off.

DAVE: Because that's where he would lie

when I was digging that pond.

That's why the hole was there.

It was a pain in the ass to dig.

DAVE: That's why you'll appreciate it.

Appreciate it. Oh, brother.

You know, Ethan and Jessie are having a baby,

but I guess you already know that.

I did not know that.

It doesn't work that way, apparently.

What do you think about that?

I think it's a good thing.

When you have a kid, you stop being someone else's.

I don't know if that's true.

Oh, why would you agree with me now?

I'm selling all the cows, all the blooded stock,

and your tractors, and your implements

and all your tool sets.

Not my dad's socket set.

Especially your dad's socket set.

Every Goddamn wrench, pliers, spreaders,

splitting maul. Yeah. And give me that axe.

This is not mine. This was issued.

Issued?

Yeah. Before that I got this

really cool water pail,

it's around somewhere.

You know, everything must go, buddy.

That is right.

You're going to wait here while I go get him?

Be right there, babe.

Oh, God. I'm so absentminded.

DAVE: Yet so present-bodied.

Shut...

Hey. They...

[Helen grunting]

Buddy.

Oh, God. I miss that little dog.

You do?

DAVE: Yeah, who'd have thunk?

He was a good dog.

Remember that time up on--

Hush. Please.

You need to work, Helen.

Well, I can't. I can't work.

I can't do anything and I hate you.

I hate you for missing this. All this--

You just escaped this stupid, scary bullshit,

murderous time of the bloated fucking clowns.

[breathing heavily]

You are just a lucky, dead, uninformed, complicit,

complacent, motherfucker.

DAVE: Lucky?

Yeah, lucky. That's right.

You and your Goddamn heart.

It was a pretty good heart.

It was a bad heart. Bad.

Only there at the end.

God, I wish you were here so I could kill you!

[spade thudding]

I can't do this! I can't do this!

-Do what? -Living!

Living.

Well, you're doing it, babe.

[crying loudly]

* It ain't me, Dave *

* No, no, no, no *

* It ain't me, Dave *

* It ain't Dave you're looking for, babe *

[Helen wailing]

* Go away from my window *

* Lead at your own chosen speed *

* Say you're looking for someone *

* I'll never take less peace again *

[Helen humming]

[humming softly]

[pensive music]

*****

[turkey gobbling]

[soft, relaxing music]

[turkeys gobbling distantly]

-[knocking] -Be right there.

Frenchy, it's your deadbeat dad coming for the custody dog.

Oh, come on baby. Here we go.

God. Ugh.

Baby Jane, what happened to you?

Okay.

Oh, jeez.

Hey, Claire. How you doing?

Great.

Frenchy no longer eats dog food.

There's chicken and beef in the bag.

Don't judge, Brian, he's old.

You like your comforts.

Where's your mask?

It's in the car.

I-- I put it on when I go into stores.

-Are you sure? -Yeah.

Because every time I go into the supermarket

and there's someone going cluelessly down the wrong aisle,

it's usually a guy not wearing a mask

who thinks he's invulnerable.

Well, I don't think I'm invulnerable.

Good, because you're not.

-Bye. -Bye, Frenchy.

Remember our signal,

I'll know if you don't get your treats.

-[sneezing loudly] -Ugh!

It's my allergies. I don't have it.

-I know! -[loud sneezing]

Shut up, shut up, shut up.

-[sighing] -[car door closing]

[turkeys gobbling]

Hello. Hello, my baby.

[car engine thrumming]

[honking]

Hello, my darling.

Hello, hello.

[knocking]

Now what?

[Frenchy whining]

He-- He-- He was howling in the car.

I'd never heard him do that and I had to turn around.

Oh, my God. Are you okay, Frenchy?

Oh, my God.

I don't know-- I don't know.

-Howling? -He-- Well, he was now,

and then he was whimpering after that, so--

Oh, my God.

I'll, uh-- I'll stay?

If it's okay, if you-- if you think so.

-Okay, okay. -Just in case?

Yeah, yeah. You coming?

Yeah, yeah.

Yeah, why don't you stay overnight

until we know he's okay?

[turkey gobbling]

What are you doing up? You're never up this early

-unless you're on a job. -Hey, does that turkey

wake you up every morning at 6:00 a.m.?

-He's needy. -Mm.

You see in his reflection in the window,

he's beating that head against the window

thinking it's another turkey.

[laughing]

He runs toward me every morning,

like we're in a romance novel and have come back

from another century to be his and his alone.

You're watching a lot of Outlander, huh?

No.

[chuckling]

You know, I think I had some wooden shutters in the shed

I could put up for you

and then he'd-- he'd stopped banging his head.

Because it's impossible to think that I'd be his lover, right?

It's impossible to think that I'd be anybody's lover.

I'm just saying I could put up some shutters

so you could sleep in.

-Okay. -[Brian giggling]

[slurping]

[shuddering]

Let's-- Let's hear the death count for today.

REPORTER: Confirmed cases in the US--

It's still the sound thing bugging you, huh?

It's called misophonia and it's a real thing.

Yeah. Sounds pretty real to me.

Oh, you believe it now?

You said it was all in my head.

ANNOUNCER: In America, there are millions of dogs

left in the cold.

It said dogs, dogs in cages. Give me the remote.

-You got the remote. -Oh. Mute, mute. Mute.

[TV sound cuts out]

You know what? I'm going to...

I'm gonna go take a look in the shed

and look for those wooden shutters.

Okay.

-[sneezing loudly] -Ah!

I have antihistamines.

You don't have to suffer.

So I don't have to suffer.

BRIAN: Oh...

-Brian. -Hmm?

Oh! Nice idea.

We shouldn't be smoking, though.

I've got edibles-- I've got edibles, over there.

Ah! Smells so good.

Good harvest?

-Abbondanza!Let me show you. -Let me see.

[giggling]

Smells so good, my God.

[both laughing]

Abbondanza!

I got to-- I'm sorry. I got to see this guy.

MAN: Well, I think it's important for people

to understand how the data comes in,

a lot of data that we're posting today,

the testing or the fatality may have happened, you know,

five or six days ago,

-based on the type-- -Stupid lug. What're you doing?

Spelling Bee. It's a word puzzle, I'm addicted.

Yeah? I wanna play.

-Yeah? -Yeah.

-Get a paper and pen. -All right.

What's this? A new puzzle?

Yeah.

BRIAN: Yeah.

So would Raman be a word?

No, I told you no proper names, and anyway, there's an E.

Da-- Shit.

How many do you have?

I'm two points short of genius.

-Oh... -[laughing derisively]

Let me see what you wrote.

No, not yet, no.

I'm gonna make some tea, you want some?

-No, thanks. -What did you do?

[laughing loudly]

Nice passive aggressive move there, buddy.

I always liked that about you.

Well, because you are too.

Just because you can spell.

I can make spells too.

Remember when you were scared of me because of my--

-No. No. --double-jointed thumbs?

You thought I was a witch?

-And you remember when you-- -Don't even.

[laughing]

Jeez, come on. This is-- This is almost genius.

-I put a spell on you. -[laughing]

So, uh...

Is it okay?

I'm gonna-- I'm gonna head to bed.

I gotta ask you a question.

How come these nuts drive you crazy,

but the turkey gobble sounds don't?

I-- I don't know. I don't know.

Oh, man.

They drive me nuts.

I drive myself nuts.

Goodnight.

Goodnight.

[door creaking and latching]

-[turkey gobbles] -CLAIRE: Hello!

Come, my darlings, come.

Come on!

Your turkey husband sounds happy today.

You're jealous of a turkey now?

No, I am not.

But I think Frenchy is.

-Frenchy. -Yeah.

You know, I think Frenchy is happier with me here.

Yeah?

Maybe we should try to watch something else.

I'm beyond depressed looking at these death counts.

Then social distancing for those lucky enough to still be alive.

You wanna play that word game again?

I don't know. You gonna scribble on my hand again?

I don't know. I might.

Okay. I'll set up the computer.

You can do four-letter words.

Proper names are still not allowed, no eating nuts.

Oh, see, that's-- that's what I wanna talk to you about.

-Nuts? -Yeah, social distancing.

Look, I think we like each other enough to socially distance.

Well, I mean, any loud food.

If I'm eating nuts or an apple,

okay, or-- any loud food.

what if I said

I'll make a pact with you to socially distance for loud food.

If I eat an apple,

I'll-- I'll-- I'll stand over here and-- nuts, anything.

Otherwise...

Claire?

-Pact? -[Brian gobbling]

One more thing to seal the deal.

What?

We unplug. we unplug.

-[Brian gobbling] -[Claire laughing playfully]

[turkey gobbling]

*****

[gentle music]

IVY: What I've learned is just how isolated I was

before all this happened.

I love the quiet.

I love being with my own thoughts,

keeping my own counsel, not racing around.

I have so much time. It's such a relief.

What was I rushing around for before?

There's nothing to do.

I owe my mother a call.

It's been weeks, and she's all alone.

[projector wheel clacking]

Loneliness is the central

and inevitable fact of human existence.

[projector wheel clacking]

*****

[thunder rumbling]

*****

[doorbell ringing]

Someone is at my door, who is it?

It's the mailman. He's a nice simple guy with a crush on me.

Talks to me about World Cup soccer sometimes.

Maybe I could ask him for a coffee,

take things from there.

Would I feel guilty if everyone's packages were late

because I started a torrid affair with the mailman?

It could be awkward if it didn't go well.

*****

My mind was always racing before.

So many deadlines.

Now it's calm.

It's because of the amount of sleep I've been getting.

Not setting the alarm in the morning is the greatest gift.

*****

I should have gotten a dog,

even a rescue dog.

But some of them are so crazy, like that lady

that comes by the public pool with that dog that barks

at anyone who tries to swim. What a nightmare.

I'm so horny.

I shouldn't have broken up with my boyfriend before all this.

I blame myself.

I miss my housekeeper.

I wish something would happen.

[objects clattering distantly]

[suspenseful music]

*****

[muffled gasping]

[breathing heavily]

I've killed two people today.

One more makes zero difference.

Don't scream.

[tense dramatic music]

-Ah! -[thump]

[dramatic news intro music]

NEWS ANCHOR: ... issued a stern warning to neighbors

in the immediate vicinity of Green Valley

to be on high alert and on the lookout for escaped inmate,

Paula Mariah Roback,

who is unstable, violent, and extremely dangerous.

Sheriff Prosky begged the public not to try

and take matters into their own hands,

but rather call the office immediately

so they can apprehend the suspect

without further bloodshed.

Paula Mariah Roback has a long and terrifying history--

[clattering]

-- harkening back to her early teens--

[TV smashing, news cuts out]

You call me that, I'll hurt you.

Understand?

My mother was a tone-deaf ho bag with no taste.

Couldn't decide who she liked better,

Paula Abdul or Mariah Carey.

So I was stuck with a shit childhood.

And learned to mop the floor with lippy bitches

before I learned to read.

Came up with my own brand of super karate.

My whole life I've been fighting,

so that's what my identity is based on.

That's what the nice lady shrink keeps reminding me.

-What's your name? -[muffled speech]

Leslie?

[muffled speech]

-Are you gonna scream again? -Mm-mm.

-Are you lying? -Mm-mm.

Well?

What?

What's your name?

Ivy.

That's your Christian name?

No.

What'd your parents call you?

Yvonne.

What I mean right there.

Yvonne sounds like a brand of tampon.

School was no walk in the park for you, I bet.

I borrowed your dress.

Smells really good.

[quirky music]

The only good thing to come out of all this is that you can go

anywhere wearing a mask, and nobody knows you're there

to rob them 'til the last second.

That's the only thing I'm gonna miss.

You know gun shops are on the essential list now?

Sex shops too.

Someone has their priorities straight.

Do you have a gun?

What am I asking, of course you don't.

If you had a gun, you never would have faced an intruder

with an umbrella.

How was that supposed to work?

You're gonna stick the umbrella up the guy's ass

and press the button, hoping it opened and paralyzed him?

Hmm?

I wasn't thinking.

No kidding.

Little home protection goes a long way.

*****

[vinyl scratching]

IVY: You can't keep me tied up like this.

People will come looking for me.

-What people? -People.

Just because you're alone in the world

doesn't mean I don't have any friends.

You don't have to be a dick about it.

My arms are numb. I can't feel my wrists.

I have no blood circulation.

I get sad when it rains.

Having a rough life is no excuse to go around terrorizing people.

What do you know about rough?

I have a lot you don't know about me.

Like what? One thing.

Were you raised dirt poor on a farm?

What if I was?

So was I.

Did your mother die in a gruesome tractor accident

with your dad behind the wheel because they were both drunk?

Did your one-armed uncle smuggle cigarettes

and moonshine on a speed boat?

There was a speed boat on a farm?

The farm was next to a lake.

It's like they say, "Truth is stranger than fiction."

Come on, don't give me that.

Of course truth is stranger than fiction.

Fiction has to make sense.

I'm not here for your entertainment.

Stay focused.

[lawn mower rattling]

[muffled yelling]

-[distant muffled yelling] -[lawnmower engine roaring]

[grunting]

[clattering]

[Paula sighing]

I am so sorry that took longer than I meant.

Oh, my God, are you all right?

I am so sorry.

I know what it feels like to be left betrayed,

abandoned, and humiliated.

When I was 12, I was abducted by a white supremacist biker gang

of Satan worshipers,

The nice lady shrink says all my traumas stem from that moment.

The fabric of my reality was torn or something.

They meant to use me in a blood sacrifice ritual

and tied me up to this makeshift altar

and lit this big bonfire where they intended to cook me.

I remember trembling,

my whole body just vibrating, almost levitating.

And I suppose I went into a trance.

My mind went blank and focused on one simple thought,

complete and total annihilation.

This staggering feat of derring-do,

one shell-shocked 12-year-old versus five twisted

and depraved white supremacist Satan worshipers

was reported on the news by this nasty blonde bitch

who never quit smiling as she described the way

that I massacred, with my bare little hands, those evil bikers.

Which is why I can't stand the news, or Nazis,

or heavy metal bands, or motorcycles.

Which is why I broke your TV.

I'm sorry for that.

[tense dramatic music]

[Paula breathing heavily]

[grunting]

Ha!

Oh...

I got to say, most women don't look great in that,

but you do.

Seriously, plus you have amazing boobs.

Come on, you never wanted to be someone's love slave?

All women like a little rough trade from time to time.

Hmm. We're all getting a little testy.

Boy, I'm sweating like a nun in a cucumber field.

You want to play 20 questions with me?

[door bell ringing]

Who's that? [mumbling]

Who is that?

The mailman.

Why is he knocking on your door?

He must need something signed.

[door creaking]

-Hey. -Hey, there.

I don't mean to bother you,

but did I drop off a package

for 513 here yesterday by mistake?

-No. -Oh.

Also, I know you get this all the time,

but I'm a huge fan of your work.

[mouthing silently]

Excuse me?

Thanks so much.

[door creaking and latching]

*****

You shouldn't have done that.

What do you think I did?

Something funny.

Did you do something funny?

No.

Were you a bad little bunny, Yvonne?

No.

Did you maybe ask the mailman for help?

No.

I wasn't born yesterday.

[tense dramatic music]

[Ivy groaning]

[both grunting]

[thumping]

*****

IVY: I'm a little lost.

I don't understand the things happening around me.

I have experience, but little wisdom.

This in itself is not unheard of.

I've been told this as a sign of the times,

a by-product of the hostile world we live in,

a world adrift.

It doesn't make me feel better about it,

but I don't want to give up yet,

even if no one sings me love songs,

even If I don't yet have a convincing beginning

for my new novel.

[upbeat music]

* Let me kiss ya *

* Oh, how I wish that you would back up off this sucker *

* I wish ya *

* I wish you'd let me kiss you now, sing, baby *

* Let me kiss ya *

* Oh, how I wish you would back up off this sucker *

* I wish you wish you wish you wish you *

* Wish you'd let me kiss you now *

Hmm.

[birds chirping]

I want to live.

I want to bloom like a flower and touch other people,

strangers. Touch their faces

and their hands and hug them dangerously tight.

[brooding pensive music]

[keyboard clicking]

*****

*****

[slow, gentle music]

[fire crackling]

This feels special.

*****

We should do it more often.

Is it?

It is to me.

I'd like do it more often.

Me too.

It's so nice without screens.

Mm.

*****

That reminds me,

I have a Zoom at 7:00.

-I should just-- -[sighing]

-- check if people replied. -Can we not?

Can we just carry on with this,

you know, the specialness?

-While it's still-- -Special?

Right.

Can you not do that?

-What? -DAUGHTER: With your foot.

-SON: I was here first. -What difference does that make?

So I can move my foot where I like.

Not if I'm here now. I'm here now

and I don't want your foot invading my space.

It was my space before you came.

I had all of the space.

Then you came and occupied it and took my space

that I had saved for moving my foot into.

-You sound like Israel. -Can you please move it?

Maybe it's Palestine.

Maybe it's Palestine.

It feels like it was originally their space.

-You have to share the space. -Says the UN.

Please move it.

Ow! Your nails are so sharp.

-Israel! -No, you're Israel.

SON: I thought you said I was Palestine.

MOM: Can you please just both stop.

This was special.

Can we just keep it that way for a minute

before we start invading each other or--

Take up more space than we need?

Or start coming in and taking over perfectly happy people.

Dad?

Please, both of you can we not just all...

Try and find a two cushion solution, please.

Dad?

Dad?

Yes. What? I'm right here.

-Is she Israel? -If you've got something to ask,

you don't always need to keep saying "Dad,"

you have my attention just by talking without always--

Dad?

Sorry, I did not mean to do that.

-[giggling] -Say "Dad," I mean.

-He-he. -You be quiet.

[giggling]

Dad, sorry, is she Israel if I was here first?

Stop calling me Israel.

You don't even know what it means.

-DAUGHTER: It means that-- -[overlapping conversation]

-DAD: Stop it. Stop it. -Stop antagonizing.

I want to learn.

Ow, you scratched me again.

Ow! You space-invading poupon jar.

DAD: Okay, okay. You come over here.

-Why do I have to move? -Just please come here.

[sighing]

Daddy?

-DAD: Hmm? -Am I Israel?

No. Honestly, I don't know.

She can say "Daddy," but I can't.

Can you stop, please?

DAD: Now, I think I got myself

in a bit of a muddle with this one.

Um...

I think both Israel and Palestine

think that they were there first.

I think.

Are you okay?

Are you okay, Mom?

It's pretty complicated.

I'm sorry.

[woman sniffling]

It's not you.

Oh, love.

Oh, darling.

I was just reading this beautiful thing

about someone dying alone.

Their family isn't allowed to be with them and...

I just got scared for that ever happening to us.

The people we love.

To...

to my dad.

-Or Granny. -Or Granny.

What about when Granny was a little girl

all alone in the hospital with Scarlet Fever.

What was she, eight?

Six, I think.

Six, isolated for six months.

-I think it was eight. -Oh, whatever.

All that time on her own.

Her mom and dad waving at her through a window and a door.

Terrified all the time.

And if we ever had to mourn alone,

separately, not together,

I don't think I could take it.

All the things we do when someone dies, we do together.

Talk, drink.

Tell stories, hold someone's hand.

[sniffing]

[Mom sighing]

Actually, this is getting a little uncomfortable.

Do you think you could get off?

-Sorry, sorry. -It's okay.

SON: Ooh, I've got a great idea.

Hey Siri, play "Alexandra" by Hamilton Leithauser.

-Yeah! -SON: For old times sake.

*****

* I don't think back *

* I don't need to *

* When I'm always *

* Thinking of you *

* Alexandra, Alexandra *

* Alexandra, Alexandra *

DAD: That's good.

That's good. Yes.

* Oh, my roots are *

* Always stronger *

* Dug deep and hard as marble *

* Alexandra, Alexandra *

* Alexandra, Alexandra *

* So I tuned out *

* All the voices *

* Telling me it's time to swing again *

* Alexandra, Alexandra *

* Alexandra *

* Oh, there must be *

* Some signal *

* Some green light *

* Left in your life *

[soft piano music]

*****

[loud electronic guitar playing]

[muted] MAN: ... Just a science, listen to science.

Did he actually just say that?

Are you kidding me? -[loud music]

Does he really believe that? Did you hear that?

Ugh, it's a Washington death cult.

It's just about science.

Why won't they listen to science?

[electronic guitar playing]

Did he just say that?

[loud guitar music]

Look, look, that's the hospital where Ben was born.

-[phone ringing] -Lousy parking.

-[reporter speaks indistinctly] -[loud guitar music]

[dog barking]

Hi, Dad.

[loud guitar music]

Sorry. The TV is on

and Ben's playing his guitar. Are you all right?

REPORTER: The reported coronavirus death toll in the--

-I should have stayed. -Shh!

REPORTER: ... whether the number of deaths

has been over-counted. Of course, that would fly

in the face of Dr. Fauci's testimony--

WOMAN: No, Dad, please use your walker.

We want to come get you,

but you gotta let your hip heal first

so you got to move every day only with your walker

-and only with your-- -Are you seeing this?

They don't even have a plan!

WOMAN: If you do that, you're going to fall again

and if you fall again--

No, Dad, that's why you can't fire Kimmy.

Doctors say one thing and then--

Matt, please.

Ben. Ben.

That's our home, Ben.

We have to pay attention.

-[rock music] -[reporter speaks indistinctly]

-[TV cuts out] -WOMAN: No. Dad, Dad,

you're not listening to me. If you do that--

Ben. Ben.

No, Dad. No, please.

Hang on a second.

We should go with him. He might get lost.

I'll call you back after your nap, Dad.

He's pissed, isn't he?

So am I. I hate it here.

Coyotes at night freak me out.

WOMAN: My dad's gonna fall again.

Where's he going?

MATT: I don't know, maybe he's walking back to the city.

My back is killing me.

I think the mattress in that place is from the 1950s.

WOMAN: Stop complaining.

MATT: I think the plumbing is from the '50s too.

WOMAN: Do you think Ben seems anxious?

MATT: No. He seems pissed.

You're the one who seems anxious.

WOMAN: [voice echoing] Well, I am anxious about my dad.

Kimmy says his feet are getting worse.

If we go back you can see your dad.

I don't want to go back. How can we use the elevator?

How can Ben see his friends? You know he'll want to see

his friends. You wanna open that Pandora's box?

-But your dad-- WOMAN: Don't use my guilt

about my dad to get me to go back right now.

-That is not fair. -MATT: Don't be so defensive.

I'm not being defensive.

MATT: Look, we can't stay here forever.

Henry's gonna start charging us rent

as soon as the state reopens.

-He's doing us a favor. -So we pay.

MATT: Are you kidding me?

We can barely afford our rent back home.

We need to start getting better about food.

What?

His teeth are hurting, he broke his braces.

WOMAN: I know that.

So I'll take him back to the city.

And then the orthodontist sticks his hands in his mouth?

Do you know how unsafe that is?

We spent a lot of money on those braces.

We can't start over again.

Why do you keep making this all about money?

Why won't you acknowledge that it's an issue?

WOMAN: If you'd have taken that transfer six months ago,

you wouldn't have been laid off right now.

MATT: Sorry. How could I see

that the world was about to implode?

It's an emergency. It's his health, like your dad.

-WOMAN: Don't. -MATT: So I'll take him alone.

And then we're separated?

MATT: No.

Ben, you have to tell us how bad your teeth--

Where is he?

Ben?

WOMAN: Ben?

MATT: Ben!

[whistling]

BEN: I'm right here.

Ben.

Did we get too loud?

Now will you please be quiet?

[birds chirping]

[pensive brooding music]

[grunts]

*****

[woman giggling]

*****

[Matt and woman laughing]

*****

[laughter]

*****

Can you show me the way home?

*****

[siren roaring]

REPORTER: ... questioning the accuracy--

WOMAN: Dad. Dad, please use your walker.

MATT: Are you seeing this? They don't even have beds.

REPORTER 2: Doctors and scientists investigating

[overlapping audio]

A mysterious illness that is sickening a small...

[electric guitar playing]

[pensive music]

NEWSCASTER: As the domestic death count exceeds 34,000,

the disaster in nursing homes,

the tip that led law enforcement to 18 bodies

at one facility's tiny morgue.

More than 5,600 residents dead across the US,

[audio fading away] families begging for answers...

WOMAN: Do you think he's coming back?

MAN: I have no idea.

* She keeps crying all the time *

WOMAN: You know, I have been thinking

a lot about what you told me,

how like attracts like and how the frequency

that you put out in the world is what comes back at you,

and oh, my God.

That's disturbing. I mean, this guy

is the most selfish asshole I've ever met.

What does that say about me?

But you know, you know me, I just have this thing

where I need to fix people. I'm a fixer.

I don't know, I see a fucked up guy

and I have this crazy impulse to make him eggs.

Do you think Lester's going to come back?

All right, no, don't answer. I don't care.

I don't give a shit. He shouldn't come back.

I don't care, right? The guy is driving me crazy,

clearly, and it's just,

there's so much uncertainty in the world.

Why do I even want him back here? I don't know.

It's like there's some fucking invisible cosmic noose

wrapped around my neck, pulling me toward some sort

of form of punishment or some sort of torture

or something and-- I sound like I'm a masochist, right?

I mean, we-- we've established that, right?

I mean, you-- you don't think I'm a masochist, do you?

MAN: Oh, no. I mean, you seem to avoid pain at all costs.

Right. Exactly.

I mean, I don't understand why I'm staying with this guy.

Why do I keep going back to him?

It's like, why be with someone who doesn't treat me

the way I deserve to be treated?

[exhaling deeply]

It's the age old question,

right behind, why are we here?

What is our purpose in life?

Why do I stay with this guy?

[distorted music]

My God, I sound like such a cliché.

Really? I mean, this is embarrassing.

You tell me to be authentic.

You say I can say absolutely anything I want to.

So, here you go.

But really, truly, I mean,

honestly, I just-- I feel ashamed.

I should be so much further along than I am right now.

MAN: Don't be so hard on yourself.

Oh, my God. Did I tell you about Saskatchewan?

I can't believe I didn't tell you this.

This is exactly-- Okay.

Remember when I was in Saskatchewan

right before this whole lockdown thing happened?

Well, I went to the Museum of...

um, Natural History of--

or Science or Archaeology, I don't know.

It was the only place that was open on a Sunday.

And so I go there and I have to tell you, like, all week long,

I was kind of freaking out

because that memory of my sister,

remember the one that I'm, like, pounding on the door,

pounding on the door, pounding on the door,

like, let me in. Like, let me in, let me in

and she's not letting me in and listen,

I know we've been through this ad nauseam.

Like, I get it. She's not letting me in.

It's like the way this fuck face isn't letting me in.

And I'm-- Why do I need someone to let me in?

Why can't I let myself in, right?

I mean, sure, she locks the door,

but why don't I just have a key?

If I have a key,

I can let myself in.

Anyway. So inside the building--

inside the building,

there was a giant kaleidoscope, okay?

And, like-- You, like, kind of-- You walk in

and then under and then you're inside the kaleidoscope.

Like, surrounded by all these shattered lights,

all these fractured mirrors,

and somehow when I went in there,

like, it hit me, like, it hit me really hard.

I was weeping. I mean,

it felt so real that I could feel how tense I was,

you know, how desperate I was to get to the door.

And as I'm pounding on the door to my sister, like, "Let me in."

It hit me so hard. I mean, I don't know.

I mean, maybe it was the mushrooms because I had taken

them right before I got there, but I don't think so.

You know, it was more than that.

I think there was some little thing that unlocked

this little gnat, like, bugging me.

Why in my subconscious do I keep thinking about this moment

that I'm pounding and pounding and crying,

crying, and all of a sudden,

I saw the end of the scene.

She let me in, but when she let me in,

she's really mean to me.

She was just like, "Oh, if you come in,

"you have to do exactly what I say,"

in this kind of really sadistic sort of way.

But if it meant getting into the room,

I had to take it. I had to take it.

It just means, like, love, you know,

goes hand in hand with being treated like shit, I guess.

MAN: She represented love and safety

in a house where no one was home.

You're scared and lonely and seeking protection.

You took what was offered.

That-- That's the seed of your struggle right there.

Yeah. Yeah. Exactly.

It's pretty fucking heavy.

MAN: That's been your pattern.

And-- And now that you know that,

you don't want to reinforce the pattern

by accepting the bad behavior Les is offering you.

Mm. Right.

Whoa. Whoa, I totally get this.

So if he comes back,

I should ask him to leave.

I don't want to be alone now.

Now's not the best time for that.

Who wants that? It's scary out there.

I mean, but his whole,

"Oh, I need some space" thing.

It's such bullshit.

"Oh, it's springtime. I think I have to wander."

Fuck you.

And if he really loved me, he would stay.

But if I really love myself, I'd asked him to leave.

MAN: It's a confusing time for everybody.

Shells were a sign.

MAN: What shells?

I didn't tell you about the shells?

[footsteps thudding]

When it was finally okay to go outside,

we decided to go to the beach,

you know, get some fresh air.

And on the shore,

I found the most amazing open shells.

They look like these little butterflies and, I don't know,

seemed like a-- a symbol of hope or something,

that maybe we've evolved,

turned into something really wonderful.

But when I looked at them this morning,

they'd all broken apart.

Oh, everything feels so scary to me right now.

I just want to feel safe, loved.

Is that asking for too much?

And I know he's been texting his ex.

MAN: How do you know that?

Because I heard her ding.

I know I could tell her ding anywhere.

I mean, her ding lingers like bad perfume.

Oh, yeah. It's definitely her.

And then when I confronted him with it,

he totally tried to gaslight me, told me that I was crazy.

-MAN: You're not crazy. -I know I'm not crazy.

MAN: You're definitely not crazy.

I know.

MAN: You're the sanest person I know.

I know. I mean, I caught him lying.

-Lying's not cool. Fuck him. -MAN: Fuck him.

His smell changes when he lies.

-Really? -MAN: Yeah, and he shuffles

his feet when he feels guilty about something.

Huh. How come you've never said anything like that to me before?

MAN: I don't know, You seemed to dig him.

I tried to be supportive.

[sighing]

Well, you know,

it is what it is.

I mean, it's good that we know all this stuff, right?

I mean, it-- it's sad,

but as they say, it's always darkest before the dawn.

MAN: Hmm. That's the time

you like to eat your crunchy cereal.

[giggling]

Why don't we get into bed and watch Chernobyl again?

That always seems to cheer you up.

Yeah, that sounds good.

CAT WITH MAN'S VOICE: Things will work out.

WOMAN: Yeah, they always do.

[jazzy music]

* I'm thinking of calling *

* Instead I keep drinking *

* I've fallen through the cracks of sin again *

* I want you so badly *

* Reach out and sadly *

* You're not here beside me anymore *

* Another day goes by *

* Without your smile to warm me *

* But days keep flying by too, I don't know *

* Another night creeps in *

* With just darkness to guide me *

* The sad we leave the lost two empty shows *