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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]

[rhythmic drum music]

-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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[birds chirping]

[door thuds softly]

*****

"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.

[gentle music]

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.

*****

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.

[somber piano music]

*****

[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]

*****

[exhales]

*****

[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]

*****

*****

[grass rustling]

[tranquil music]

[birds chirping]

*****

[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.

*****

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]

*****

[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]

*****

[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 *