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Dirty little secret.

It's got a nice ring to it, don't you
think?

Maybe for a basic lingerie line.

What's that?

Uh, nothing. I love it. Of course you
do. It's brilliant.

Look, not to bring down the vibe, but as
your boss and like an entrepreneur's

last new friend you aspire to be like,
I'm saying don't show up to set if you

aren't going to be professional or
whatever.

Makes me nervous about the naughty gal
ones.

Professional? My fans trust my brand
because they want what they want. And

that's what I want. And they know that I
know that I know what they want.

Well,

I don't know why she didn't show, but I
identified the problem and I found a

solution.

You know what? Whatever.

Which one should we start the carousel
with?

Well, between... Like all of them?

Well, we...

Took photos of her in every color
imaginable. So posting really... Okay,

indecision is super depressing. You'll
never be a PAP with that attitude.

What?

Boss -ass bitch.

Fuck it, okay.

Here's what I'm thinking.

Naughty gal.

My dirty little secret.

I need to make a big statement that
really sets me apart from other brands.

And... Fucking bitch VZ at the launch
gala.

You know? Mm -hmm.

Hello? Did you hear what I said?

Charlie?

Yep, sorry, you were on mute by
accident, but I heard you. Okay, well,

mute me while I'm talking. That is
seriously one of my biggest pet peeves.

Okay. Sorry.

Rosting with sugar devil horns.

we could try something more elegant and
chic.

You know, something that highlights the
line versus the big show of it.

But I like the big show of it. Is that
not what we're doing here? Right, yeah,

no, definitely. I can see why you think
that would be a good idea. Underwater

mermaids. Underwater mermaids? Yeah,
totally doable.

Yeah, I'm good.

Okay, can we finalize this in the
morning, actually?

You've got to grab my study over here.
No, right, it's always better to tackle

things head on.

I actually think we should take the
social media layout a different

Maybe go with a theme that is geared
towards a more mature audience.

Yes, exactly. Maybe we can exaggerate
the colors in

a tone of black and white.

I don't know what you're pointing at.
No, no, no, no. You'll still see the

color. It'll just be matched in
grayscale so that every swimsuit looks

different. Okay, this is clearly not the
time.

Yeah, clearly this is not the time to do
this.

Let's go. Okay, I was just waiting for
you to wrap up yet another 10 -minute

conversation.

I definitely need a little patience from
you right now. Okay.

You know what I mean? Wait, no, no, go
back.

Yeah, wait, wait, wait. Hello?

Your phone's on mute.

Are you listening?

Hello?

Yeah, um, I like that idea, I just...
Did you have me on mute again?

No, no, no, no, I literally didn't have
you on mute again. I understand that.

Look,

my... My phone service is really shitty
right now. Can I please call you back?

Seriously? What the fuck?

That girl is insane.

And she makes you insane, and she
definitely makes me insane.

So when we go to this stupid thing
tonight, can we please not bring insane

us? Yes. Okay.

Let's go. Okay, just wait.

Can I talk to you for a second?

Let's just get out of here, all right? I
love you, and I'm sorry that I got

riled up, but this girl is... I
understand. I love you, too. But you

for putting up a picture.

I didn't attack you. You practically
leapt through the air.

I just don't think that we should start
a home project that we should discuss

beforehand, five minutes before we have
to leave. I wasn't starting a home

project. I like the photo.

I miss the photo. I miss when that photo
was taken, and I like the reminder.

Well, I don't, and I need you to
understand that.

Charlie, it's been months since I...
Stop.

Just don't. Okay, trying to forget and
not talking about it are two very

different things. I'm trying to forget
about it by not talking about it. You

have no problem talking about it with
everyone else.

What is that supposed to mean?

It means for the first couple months you
weren't supposed to tell anyone and you

went and told everyone.

Is that something we discussed?

I got excited.

You know what? You want to...

Put up the photo. Put up the fucking
photo.

You want to change the room? Change the
fucking room. I want to move forward. By

moving back? I just like the fucking
photo, Charlie.

Why? Because you look happy in it.

Because we didn't know we were making
memories. We were just having fun.

Well, which one of your favorite dead
artists said that, Atticus?

Winnie the Pooh.

I have your keys, by the way.

If you need me to drive, but I'd rather
not.

Do you need me to drive?

You said you didn't want to. But I said
I could if you needed me to. But I

don't.

Okay.

I'm excited for the party.

We gonna get through this?

I love celebrations.

No, you don't. You don't even like
celebrating your birthday.

That's because I've crossed the
threshold.

What threshold is that?

The one where you're no longer curious
about anything.

So, I'm in love with an old man.

That is truly very, very sad.

They say you're officially old when
you're no longer curious about anything.

I remember when you used to be curious
about a lot of things.

Public places.

Sneaking in.

What are you doing?

Bathrooms, parking lots, that old
church.

Chiropractic bills, tickets.

Catholic guilt.

Should we go in?

I love celebrations.

One drink.

I'll hold your hand.

Promise?

I thought there'd be lots and lots and
lots of fancy cars that carried lots and

lots and lots of Sebastian's fancy
friends.

Sebastian isn't British.

But he does love his tea.

It is empty, though.

I miss the days of picking on the DD.

Uber ruined everything.

I said I could drive.

Very funny.

Charlie! Charlie!

Hi, come on in.

Got a kiss?

Jacket. Cough him up.

How was traffic?

Terrible. Sebastian will be thrilled to
have the old gang back together. He flew

in last night.

I don't know how he does it. I'm useless
when I'm jet lagged. He gets off on it,

waking up in different countries,
different beds.

Love what you guys have done.

New paintings, new couch. New photos.

The man of the hour, handsome.

I'm so glad you're here.

Charlie. Hi.

Penitence for your sins.

Come here.

Thought we weren't. Title of my new
series.

Going to get into the photos until after
dinner. Or after drinks. After multiple

drinks. I've had two already, so catch
up.

Want one?

Without question.

Can I spike the tea if you'd like?

I'm good with beer.

You know where we keep it.

Good memory.

Unfortunately,

my memory catalogs drink orders rather
than anything practical.

Well, practicality is overrated.

Tell that to Sebastian.

So, where is everyone?

Everyone? I thought you were having a
party.

I believe the word on the invitation was
celebration.

Well, we're celebrating.

With the people who make us happy.

So, wait, I'm sorry.

Is it just us?

Is that okay?

Well, I have an early morning, so I'm
going to need

a stronger drink.

I'll be right out.

Beautiful, isn't it?

The painting.

Oh, yeah.

Naomi is a gifted woman.

She is.

She changes as her art changes, as her
expressions of that art change, as her

muses change.

As soon as she finds a subject, she
fixates on it. She lets it consume her.

Eager, well, to bend it into submission.

Don't say. It's fascinating.

Incredible.

Working late again, are we?

Sorry, it's my job.

Well, it's a person, if you could even
call them that.

A person.

What person would have to have feelings?

A person would have to have goals
unrelated to the vapid validation of

of strangers, and a person would have to
find the time to stop doing so many

drugs so that person could sleep.

Or you could sleep.

I'm sorry.

I don't really like apologies.

Sorry?

Let mistakes float into the air until
they fall to the ground, then walk all

over them.

Well, thank you for walking all over
mine during that shoot.

Oh, don't sweat it. No, seriously, you
saved me.

It was actually kind of fun.

What are your thoughts?

On the... the subject?

No, on the painting.

Right. Um, well, it's... It's personal.

No, I... Erotic.

No, I was... It's a combination of the
two.

Blurred, yet... familiar.

So it's a photograph. Well, it is
abstract.

I'd still owe you some free merch if you
wanted any of that tastemaker crap.

Nothing against your brand. Not my
brand.

Either way, just seems if you're going
to strip down to a bikini, why wear

anything at all?

Musical, really.

Like Johann Sebastian Bach, the listener
doesn't need to be well -versed in

order to appreciate it.

Couldn't have said it better.

Why don't you just do that?

You better ignore that person.

Unless you want that person to ignore
you.

Medigliani said, when I know your soul,
I will paint your eyes.

With this piece, the eyes are left out.

Seems to me like she didn't want the
listener to look too deeply into that

window.

Maybe she just wanted us to see it for
what it is.

Choice is yours.

Okay, boys.

That's enough.

Gawk is rude.

Dinner's almost ready and I need
assistance in the kitchen.

You treat your cooking like you treat
your paint. Whoever's on cleanup duty is

going to be in trouble.

Not if they appreciate a beautiful mess.

Who doesn't?

You miss this spot?

He always does.

Better?

I really do need some extra hands in the
kitchen.

Let me grab one more drink and then I'm
all yours.

Sorry, I'm just finishing the last of
this stupid post for the new Naughty Gal

collection with Adrianne and I'll be
done. I thought we were going to hold

hands. Atticus.

I knew this was going to be fucking
weird.

Why do you have to be so fucking
negative?

It is exhausting being the only person
in this relationship who tries to make

the most of it.

I'll be in the kitchen.

Something about this makes me want to
pray.

I feel similar, but for a much different
reason.

Looks like the picture, though.

It looks like the picture.

Would you like to arrange them?

Why did you ask me to cook if you're
just going to stand there and judge it?

In silence.

I'd prefer I judged it carelessly.

I'd prefer to have just ordered this
from down the street.

Do you remember our first date?

You cooked.

I cooked.

After that first bite, you shared with
me what your mother told you when you

were younger.

The most important ingredient in a home
-cooked meal is love.

Smells good.

It's the tea.

It's the food.

Sure.

Oh, are you okay?

What? Your neck.

Do you want to see what I was doing
today?

I'd love to.

apt in your descriptions.

It's so... red.

You don't disappoint etiquette, that is
for sure.

Oh!

The paint.

It's cat paint.

Guess it makes sense why the apple in
Snow White is so green.

Well, that, my dear, would probably be
the arsenic.

I'm joking.

Okay.

My arsenic is toxic, by the way.

Don't worry.

That's very funny.

Well, probably not to some people.

During the 1800s, poison made extremely
vibrant colors.

Well... Before they knew what it was due
to, of course.

Cadmium and reds and yellows and oranges
allowed artists to paint

scenes as rich as their fucked up
imagination.

The arsenic that made green emerald and
ocean water blue

was used in wallpaper that people hung
in their homes, believe it or not.

I do hate wallpaper.

Well, not that one you wouldn't.

But you also wouldn't be around very
long to enjoy it.

Well, I guess it remains a waste for
Thal then.

No matter how beautiful.

Come on.

Are you okay?

Why are you asking?

I just... Abstract art is...

painful, one would say, those who were
interested in painting more than just a

pretty picture were depressed.

One would say, or you would say.

Now

let's

eat.

Because I dared to believe that hunger
is the worst passion of them all.

And right now.

There's an obsession with food in Japan
that I've never seen anywhere else in

the world.

What you're looking at right here is the
very preparation the Japanese believe

has kept aspects of their cultural
tradition alive.

Washoku.

Well, the word is formed by two kanji
characters, wa meaning harmony and shoku

meaning food or to eat.

So the very word Washoku not only
signifies Japanese food, but also

it.

I just thought I would share with those
who have never been to Japan or anywhere

outside of the country, right?

Well, Mexico doesn't count.

It counts.

Does it?

It kind of counts, honey.

I guess technically speaking, yes.

You were saying?

Yes, Charlie, thank you.

The world feels nothing but complex and
muddled.

Simplicity is key.

Which, and I'm sure you all agree, I
have found to be the mark of a great

In Italy, the greatest pasta dish,
spaghetti aglio e olio.

Spaghetti, garlic, olive oil.

Nothing else.

Minimal ingredients used in precise and
balanced proportions.

Working together in perfect harmony.

When do we ever get to experience that?

Truly, when do we even come close?

Perfect harmony.

Japanese chefs understand this balance,
and I have found that this very

deliberate and punctuated confidence in
one's work offers everything to those

that are lucky enough to devour it.

And of course, I couldn't help but allow
this idea to influence me, and most of

all, if not everything, with this
showcase.

Well, we said after dinner.

Craftsmanship, to me, is working very
hard to make simple seem intricate.

Like the Kimbaku knots that bind my
subjects, like the knots that bind us

life.

We all remember the last time we were
here.

When we were together, when we
transcended everything, disappeared who

who we thought we were.

It just all boiled down to this need for

simple connection.

Deep, explorative connection.

Deep, coarse.

Felt rather shallow, I'll admit. Well, I
wouldn't... Is this why we're here?

Not again. Did you know?

How would I know?

Are you seriously accusing me of knowing
that information and saying absolutely

nothing? No one knew.

No one.

Okay.

Can I reach my point, please? At least
you came.

So that the guilty may be proven
innocent, I would love for you to reach

point. I want to capture that.

Capture what?

Connection.

Charlie.

I'm sorry, it's...

I'm turning it off. It's not the phone
that's the problem.

When was the last time you felt...
present?

I'm not making a fucking sex tape.

Atticus, please do not reduce my work to
a pornographic level.

Well, I didn't foresee any of this being
a problem.

I... shouldn't have brought it up.

I'm sorry I got excited.

We... He wanted to toy with the idea of
two subjects as

the final focal point in his last piece.

I thought the show was done.

So did I.

So this is why we're here.

We're not models. Let alone nude models.

I mean... Could you imagine?

Could you imagine?

Yes.

Yes, I have.

I did.

I want to pull people out of there every
day. I want anyone who walks through

that hallway to stop.

Instead, I want them at the end of that
long fucking walk to land on an image of

a real couple in the throes of a real
relationship bound both literally and

figuratively.

Now, you guys are not models, okay?
Models are complicated.

Models are not complicated. Real people
doing real shit are complicated. Real

people are simple.

You only feel complicated because you
aren't present.

I'm present.

I'm here.

I'm present.

I appreciate your art.

But we aren't interested.

What does this entail, this being
present?

Charlie. What? What are you doing? I'm
not doing anything. Are you serious?

That was your idea back then, remember?

Yeah, you don't let me forget. Look,
this was a bad idea.

The presentation of it.

Like I had warned.

We love you guys.

You sparked something in this artist's
eye, and... And then no offense.

No, none taken.

Oh, great.

It seems things got a little heated
there for a minute. Mm -hmm.

Fantastic.

Great.

Let's eat and forget.

Eat and forget.

Amen.

I'm going to say this as calmly as I
can.

What the fuck are you doing?

We are present.

We? Yes, we. With each other.

Please, please do not let what they said
bother you.

We have lost something.

I feel like I'm suffocating. Perhaps
it's the drift neck.

You know what? You're right.

You are an old man.

Oh, come on, Charlie.

Come on, do this with me.

Again? No, no, not again. It's... It's
going to be different.

I'm not old.

I'm a whale.

What?

Whales don't die of old age.

They simply get too tired to swim to the
surface and slowly drown.

You're drowning.

And I'm suffocating.

I guess.

Maybe I should lose the sweater.

As always.

God, that is strong.

Must have been British in a previous
life.

I might have.

Perhaps I was a king.

That this is not British tea, my
darling. This here is an ancient

blend.

So I'm just going to come out and say
it. Are you going to use the ropes to,

like, cover our bodies?

Well, the ropes are used in many ways.
Like, covering our bodies, for one.

Sure. Because I've never actually... You
will be nude, but don't let this scare

you. Neither of you.

This is an exploration.

And the first rule to exploring is to
remain in the confines of what you feel

safe. I didn't know there were rules to
exploring.

But that first one sounds made up. Well,
all rules are made up.

We're the ones that give them power.

But fear not.

Rules, whether they're made up or not,
are there for a reason.

I guess I'd like to know the rules.

You get to make them.

But I will say, as artists, as real
artists, creation is only

found in the discomfort, even if only
slight.

So I do encourage you to find that edge
and flirt with it.

Real artist?

Get paid.

You'll be compensated.

Charlie. Yeah?

You want to come with me?

Let's get you dolled up.

And I'll help you.

Well, I thought I was going to have to
ask nicely.

Here, try this.

It's your Mario.

It's like lingerie, but with a little
flair.

You like?

You can keep it if you want.

I've got way too many of them.

Not sure if the cup size will work for
those, honey, but, you know, just get it

altered.

Who knows, might even have enough lace
there for a second bra.

Oh, I have a kimono, actually, that'll
go nicely.

I accept the reveal.

Let's see.

You're rather quiet this evening.

If it's any consolation, I'm jealous.

Of you.

If I were you, I'd dress like I was
right out of the 20s in Paris.

Let the summer rain soak right through
my plow.

Well, try it on.

These suits can be very revealing for
you and your partner.

Take a breath and take a chance.

I thought our faces wouldn't be in it.
Oh, this isn't for the camera.

It's not?

It's for you.

Sebastian has found, and I agree.

Although it really feels more like I
found and Sebastian agrees, but you know

that story.

The idea is that if you feel yourself,
your best self, then the

camera finds that side of you too.

You hot?

Must be that Laker jacket.

Feels more like a fur coat.

Oh, there's no need for a coat where
we're going, honey.

No, stop sweating.

I better check on the boys.

You're getting the hang of it.

But we're going to walk it back to the
right just a tinge.

Okay, split the difference of that.

Just a tinge, Atticus, please.

A tinge it is.

Lovely.

And where is our beauty queen?

And disposed at the moment.

It shouldn't take too long to transform
our little caterpillar.

Well, you're right about one thing.

If looks could kill.

Jesus, is it hot in here?

I do feel a bit toasty.

That's good. I want it to be warm in
here.

I want your bodies to glisten.

Sweat is the best balance in the world,
my friend.

Naomi, darling.

It should be a doll. Tie up Atticus for
me.

It would be my pleasure.

I'm going to tie your hands up first.

You ready?

Not even a little.

Perfect.

So, you want me to pull your pants out?

Oh, um... Because I can help you with
the belt.

Feel wobbly.

It's the nerves.

Just relax.

Well, don't you look divine.

Naomi, same deal, would you?

Come here.

As much as you love a robe.

Oh.

Atticus didn't seem to mind. Oh, wow,
okay.

That's fine.

That's her edge.

What about my edge?

Naomi, I need them closer. I need them
much closer together.

Of course, darling.

Naomi, out.

How you doing?

You know.

Just hanging out.

Okay,

beautiful people, shall we do this?

Okay, I'm going to have you look at each
other first.

Just look at one another in the eyes.
Take in your partner.

It's uncomfortable at first, but relax
into each other.

I want you to picture her as five -year
-old Charlie.

Those eyes, they've seen a lot.

They've been through a lot.

I want you to look at Atticus and see
sweet little five -year -old Atticus.

See him running around, throwing the
football.

Sweet and secure.

Those eyes have seen a lot, too.

They've been lots of places.

Atticus, look at her.

Look at her in the eyes.

I want you to communicate with her
through those eyes.

Beautiful. Now I want you to send to
her, okay?

Communicate with her.

And Charlie, I want you to take it. I
want you to take all of it.

Take it.

Accept it.

Tonight we stay in a state of
acceptance.

Because in order to feel safe, we've got
to trust our partner, right?

Naomi?

Paint, please.

Now I want you to look at her.

And I want you to send, okay?

Send it to her. Now, note those feelings
that you're feeling right now. I want

you to take those emotions, and I want
you to send them to her. I'm sending!

I want you to look at her now, and I
want you to tell her that you love her.

What? Look at her, not me, and tell her
that you love her.

Come on. Tell her that you love her.
Come on. I love you.

Say it like you mean it, okay? I do mean
it. Well, then say it with some

passion! Give me a little gusto!

I...

Naomi, paint. Say it. Say it. Look her
in the eyes and tell her that you love

her. Say it. Naomi, paint.

I love you. Louder.

I love you.

I love you,

too.

Same deal.

Keep looking at each other.

You're dying.

Use your hands.

Now,

Naomi.

There you go, Charlie. Charlie, look at
him.

Look at her hand.

Look at his body.

Charlie, don't look away. Stay there.

Charlie, look at her. Look at her hand.

Look at the way.

She passes you.

You're the only

person in the room.

I'm done.

I'm done.

Done.

Done?

I need a break.

I'll break then.

Hi.

How did that feel?

Can I just... Look, I know you guys.

Don't do this kind of thing. But I gotta
tell you, I've never captured so much

raw emotion in one session.

You're like wild animals, truly.

I need water.

Right, water? Yeah.

You were beautiful in there.

All right.

Seems we need to take it easy on the
water.

I am so fucking hot.

I mean that, that feels good.

Gravity wins again!

Right, up we go.

What?

A smart guy like you, and all you can
come up with is what?

What works for me.

Well, not for me.

Why?

Not surprised that's your follow -up.

Oh, so it's not so much the why.

Rather than whom?

Naomi.

I told you I can't do this anymore.

It was one time.

What about Naomi?

You know what intrigues me the most?

Say, your first thought is, what about
Naomi?

And not, what about Atticus?

So?

So? So what about Atticus?

We're fine.

Yeah? Seems that way. You know, I
really, really do not want to be talking

this.

See for yourself.

What'd you say?

I said, well, see for yourself.

You're going to make me cry.

I say, use it. You gotta use it.

I did.

We've been open for a while now.

And it's worked for the most part.

You know what they're doing back there.

Assumptions have such a bad rap for
being right every fucking time.

What we do is risky.

Unforeseen circumstances can unfold when
you invite the outside world into what

feels most sacred to you.

It is not anymore.

Sacred? No idea.

The idea of it is... I guess what I'm
trying to say is boundaries are

as invisible as the air right in front
of you.

You trust that they're there, but you
can never really know for sure.

But the difference is, without air, you
die.

I'm really fucking surprised because
rules and boundaries are something you

Naomi live to fucking push, don't you?

True. But a man likes to know that his
bed's his own. A woman likes to know

too. So.

So.

Clean yourself up.

Let's finish this, shall we?

Perfect Perfect What do you want me?

We're smart enough to let you go Even

if it kills me, I won't even look to let
you go

You'll what?

Huh?

Oh, please.

Sebastian, you're hurting me. I
sincerely hope so.

How's the view, handsome?

Familiar?

I've always preferred her from behind,
too.

Especially now.

It's easier to avoid the eyes of your
betrayer.

They really do tell all, don't they?

Right now, Naomi's thinking... She wants

this to end.

I don't think so. Not yet.

That was pretty painful to watch, huh?

Fuck you, Sebastian!

Watching the way you two interact
knowing you've been fucking is painful

watch.

Let me help!

No, Naomi, I think I'm going to keep you
in here until your fucking limbs fall

off. Stop, please, stop, please, please.

Would you have stopped if I asked you?
What?

Suddenly she's hard of hearing. Would
you have stopped?

Silence is an answer to.

You love him.

Are we not ready to confess that yet?

No?

That's okay.

Is there anything else you want to
confess?

Go on, tell him the truth.

Atticus loves the truth.

Tell the fucking truth for one.

I don't know what you're talking about.

Atticus, buddy, how you feeling?

Come on.

Fill him in.

I didn't know.

I didn't know it would be like this. I
swear.

You have to believe that I didn't know.

Okay?

I didn't know.

Fuck you, Sebastian.

You're fucking crazy.

You're a fucking liar.

Come on.

Confession is good for this. It was just
a night. It was going to be a lot

easier if we were...

Relaxed if you were relaxed, both of
you. It would be fun, and it would bring

close.

What?

What, Naomi? And in order to do that, I
thought you could use a little... A

little what?

A little what?

I've taken this shit a billion times.

You fucking drunk me?

No, no.

It was just a warmth in your stomach, a
tender touch, nothing more.

Feel that tender from being honest you
drug that

I know you don't believe in apologies.

I kind of admired that.

I thought that was some weakness I had.

But I saw you didn't.

I was so wrong. I was so wrong. I was so
wrong.

Apologies aren't weak.

What's weak?

Or the people who don't say them.

Spinner, again.

Stop me!

Stop!

Sebastian.

They're all sleeping. They're what,
tight?

Well, Vodka means tight binding, you
know that.

If you samurai, I would use these knots
to restrain prisoners of war.

Even display them publicly like you are
now, hogtied.

humiliation.

You're required a, well, a surrender of
control, so it's no surprise that over

the years it slowly evolved and turned
erotic.

That surrender of control, that bondage,
really

is quite a radical honesty, don't you
think?

This cuts right through the bullshit.

Consensually giving yourself over
completely to someone else can build

trust and respect and

overall strengthen that bond of
intimacy.

You're breaking the rules.

Well, like you say, Naomi, rules,
whether they're made up or not,

for a reason you no longer have my
consent you

didn't have mine what about you hot

shot huh you love her sebastian huh
sebastian shut up charlie

you're a fucking mop a tool to help me
clean up this godforsaken mess

And you've played your role perfectly.
Now go on back to the way you've always

existed in this life. Shut your fucking
mouth and sleep it off.

Besides, there is beauty in our
suffering.

I don't remember the last time I found
you beautiful.

We're leaving.

I think people are going to appreciate
my art more now knowing that a massacre

took place here tonight.

What? A

massacre?

If we're not willing to please God,

Oh, I don't.

You are nothing but wallpaper,
Sebastian.

I'll wake up in the bed you made.

The one where you're supposed to lay
with me.

I smelled you on the pillow.

But I see your face and that's okay with
me.

Who are you when I'm not looking?

You're like an angel sent from hell.

Me or the paintings?

The paintings.

No, but you two.

I'm proud of you.

Oh, yes.

Y 'all look fantastic.

When are we due?

Well, I'm heading into that final
trimester.

So I have a bigger belly, even more
exhaustion, and some random karate kicks

look forward to.

Well, I see you've read the books.

A long time ago.

Like bathroom reading.

Well, congratulations on both your show.
Must have a good publicist.

I try.

I like you in this turtleneck.

Really?

Excuse me.

Hi.

Turn down the music for a second.

Just take a moment of your time.

Thank you.

Thank you all so much for coming.

And welcome to my show.

Penitent person is a representation of
what came before, a purging of what

haunts us most, and the ties that bind
us.

I'd like to take a brief moment to thank
my muse, Naomi, my wife, Charlie,

whom without none of this would be
possible.

Just a round of applause, everyone.
Thank you.

I'm not looking.