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Is that good?

I think that's good. I think that's really good.

Let me tell you a story about a man.

I have all the reasons to hate him.

So I'll tell you.

It goes like this.

It goes like this.

Get in.

Get out.

Don't go.

Please stay.

What are you doing here?

Go away.

Stop laughing.

Stop crying.

Stop doing nothing. Stop trying.

I hate you.

Don't leave me.

I love you. Please forgive me.

Please

forgive

me.

Please forgive me.

Catherine. It's here.

So it is.

You can go now, Mandy.

I'll use the cars. Yes, yes.

Yes. Dearest Catherine, I take pleasure in delivering to you herewith a

status.

You disgust me. You fascinate me.

You kill me.

You save me.

You got me right.

You drunk me.

You make me.

You blame me.

You disgust me. You fascinate me.

I forgive you. I forgive you.

I forgive you. I forgive you.

I forgive you.

I forgive you. I forgive you.

I forgive you. I forgive you.

Thank you.

Where is she?

Oh, yes, sir.

Yes, sir.

You know, I don't know.

You don't know?

No, I don't know. You don't know?

What's in the boxes, Dr. Green?

Pastries.

Dearest Catherine, I have personally appeared before the Honorable Judge

Horace D. Morgan and presented him with your official inquiry.

His Excellency has agreed to grant your request for... ...Javoss!

Where did you come from?

Peter.

Pleasant surprise.

What are you doing?

Happy to see you too.

What are you doing?

Reading. You're reading?

Reading. It's quite good.

I wasn't done with that.

Why aren't you helping?

With what?

The pastries?

You're mocking me.

You're insufferable.

What? What do you want? You always want something.

Catherine. Peter. The house is in shambles. The guests are on their way,

and you're reading.

If you ruin this... What?

He'll be here in less than an hour.

I trust you'll be ready.

Of course.

I'll be right behind you.

Something else?

Dear?

Who is it?

Me.

Bitch of your love.

I don't mind if I do. Just a little nip. A wee little nip if you insist.

Point the hat.

And arms up.

Beauty is full of so much pain, isn't it?

Peter's not going to recognize you with all the smiling.

Good.

Then maybe he'll take me as a stranger and leave me alone.

You know who else is coming?

Here we go.

It's been a fortnight. I'm insatiable.

It's just, it's so good, Maggie.

Like, ugh.

That's one thing I might be sad to say goodbye to.

After all, it's so hard to find good help these days.

Oh, is that what you're calling it now?

I didn't know a corset could come off so fast.

It takes long enough to put one on.

Oh, my gosh.

Someone's been at the bonbons.

Mm-hmm. Well, bonbons are delicious, and I lack self-control, fortunately.

True.

You think he'll find out?

I don't see why he ever should.

Besides, I'll be long gone.

Winner of the pride, Catherine.

You scuff it up enough, and he'll have half a mind to hunt you down.

Their pride.

Not my pride.

Not my husband.

Not my problem.

Don't underestimate my feminine wiles, Maggie.

Oh, I never would.

We'll be okay.

Okay?

So what are we going to do now?

Make me pretty.

I can't possibly do that because you are already beautiful.

Okay.

Katherine?

Katherine?

Katherine!

Go, grab her and get her.

Now!

Is everything ready?

Yes, sir.

The food, the wine?

Yes, sir.

You're sure?

Let's go, go, go, go, go, go, go.

Anyone home?

All right,

the party you've got going on here.

Pardon me, Mr. Green, sir.

May I take your things?

Only if you promise to give them back.

Here. Here.

Here.

And Miss Megan.

Thank you.

Megan.

Go. Yes. Yes, sir.

Oh, just having a little fun.

Peter, how are you feeling?

What are you thinking?

And where's your brandy?

Here.

I'm fine.

So am I. Have a drink with me, Dr. Green.

Or is it Board of Directors Green?

Santé.

So...

Where's your better half?

Upstairs. Downstairs.

Lost town.

I don't know. Okay.

We can scout the perimeter.

Let's get some hounds and neighbors.

Pitchforks, the works. I see you already have the fire going.

What have I gotten myself into?

You'll be fine. Risk and reward.

Can't have one without the other.

You are soothing my nerves.

Well, then you haven't had enough to drink. Here, let me help.

Jesus!

No, no. Just me.

Whether you believe in yourself or not is your business.

But I, for one, know you're going to be great.

Yes, well, one can only hope wrong. One goes after what one wants.

Pete.

Pete.

This is your night.

Try to enjoy it.

And as for that wife of yours, I'm sure she'll turn up.

At some point.

And if she doesn't, I'll go and wrangle her, snatch her up, least I can do

for my own flesh and blood.

Hey.

Hey. Oh, there it is. Oh, good.

That shit, they're here. Okay. Okay.

Okay. They're here.

Okay. Just remember, when in doubt...

Just smile.

Shut the fuck up.

I'll be right there.

Well, I had heard about the child out in San Francisco, and granted, that was a

success, but hoisted up on the back of luck.

Suddenly, this young scrap is in front of me, and I'm expected to perform the

same godlike miracle with no preparation, no study. William, I am

simply dying from suspense. What happened to the poor child?

But knowing your...

for, well, everything.

Again with the praise, Emily.

You made a full recovery. It was a great success!

Of course it was!

To you, Dr.

Meyer. And to the German hospital.

Yeah, yeah.

We wouldn't be half the institution if it weren't for the likes of you.

Cheers!

Well,

I can toast to that. But also, might I add, I am but one man, and within

this very room, there is talent abound.

Great minds, prominent thinkers, the future of modern medicine. Peter here,

our gracious host.

Dr. Green, rather.

Yes.

I do want to thank you for the invitation to your humble home.

But I must admit, I am unfamiliar with your work.

What is it that you do?

Yes, well, I've been serving the Westchester community for near a

decade now.

Anything in the metropolitan area?

No.

But I do I do tend to work independently so I My

knowledge is fairly well-rounded And

I do I do

consider myself a general sort of physician

Dr. Green is an excellent surgeon.

Why, why, why, last week you had managed to... Yeah, yeah, well, William, let's

attempt to get to a point eventually.

Peter, Peter, it is swell to finally make your acquaintance in person, yeah?

Yes, it's so swell, I'm a little swollen.

A little hospital humor.

Now, Will just goes on and on singing your praises. Yes, he's a gusher.

But that's enough.

So what I want to know is what is the exact nature of your connection to

Mr. Oswald Ottendorfer?

That I'd like to know very much.

Ottendorfer is my wife's godfather. You know, it did strike me quite odd.

Where is the lady of the house?

I'm all for being fashionably late, but this seems a bit

tasteless.

Oh dear, I see your sherry glass has sprung a leak.

I must tend to it. In fact, who else needs refreshments? Yes!

I reckon I do.

Refreshments!

I must say, I've never been inside your home properly before.

It's mighty fetching. Mighty fetching indeed.

Thank you, Commissioner Myers. No, no, no, don't start with that. Tonight I'm

just playing an old night job.

And it is a privilege, a real privilege, Peter. I must say.

I must say.

You've got a mighty fine place here, huh?

Everyone?

How do you do?

Welcome. Thank you so much for coming.

All this way.

Pardon my belated arrival.

I was doing something else.

So, Peter, where is the guest of honor?

Peter,

gentlemen.

Peter,

I didn't realize you carried the autobiography of Christopher Kirkland.

By God, my favorite author.

You must tell me how you came about it.

Come, let's discuss it. Over here.

What does this have to do with the price of beans?

Katherine, I love this couch.

It's so comfy.

Is that all right?

So, how long have you been married to Dr. Green?

Too long.

Huh?

A bit.

Any children?

No, never.

Never? Never.

I'm so sorry.

For what?

Well, I can only imagine that a husband and wife who cannot... Oh, no.

Cannot. It's not a matter of cannot. It's a matter of will not.

Ever.

Oh. I see.

And how does he know about that?

Well, you were married once, Mrs. Forrester.

Have you no consideration for the sanctity of the institution?

It's a woman's greatest privilege.

A bit masochistic for my taste, but to each her own, I suppose.

It's a gift.

Burden.

Excuse me?

Bourbon.

Bourbon. I would love some bourbon.

Vapid, Catherine.

What do you say, Diane?

Something stiff?

To drink.

Of course you do.

Now, Peter, listen to me.

A 10% stake.

A spot on the board, a vote, and an invitation to the New York

Pathological Society. You'll fit right in. I can't guarantee membership status,

but... Knowing me certainly can't hurt.

Not too shabby.

Well, of course, we have to get Oswald to agree.

Tonight is gonna be one hell of a night, gentlemen.

I'm excited.

Are you excited?

Yeah!

Sorry.

She made it.

Did I miss all the fun?

It's been a slow torture.

One that I might enjoy?

Depends on how much you've had to drink.

There isn't enough in all of Westchester, James.

You look...

Ladies and gentlemen, let me introduce Mr. Oswald Ottendaffer.

What? Oh, my goodness! Catherine!

Oh! Oh, my, my, my.

Hello! Oh, my goodness, what are you doing here? It has been a century.

Of course I came.

Oh, I've missed you madly.

How did you know?

Well, the invitation was rather helpful. Built to the brim with all the

information that an invitation would provide.

Um, funny you mention it, I don't recall sending any... Mr. Ottendorfer.

What a privilege for you to be in attendance.

Um, Dr. William Meyer.

I'm head of surgery at the German hospital.

Oswald!

Aren't you going to say hello?

Oh, hello, Emily.

Will that suffice?

For now.

How are you?

I am so sorry to hear about your dear Anna. Hardly appropriate.

In fact, Oswald, come.

Let us fetch you and I something to toast this unexpected reunion.

Pardon us, Emily.

Of

course.

I'll be right back.

Don't talk to any of these vultures unless you have to.

You aren't getting away with it.

Just so you know.

We're in there, Miss Catherine.

Off to you.

Come right this way.

Good job.

Got a minute?

What are you doing?

Alcohol, Peter.

Was that enough?

Why is he here?

Well, that's my business.

Bullshit. Keep your voice down.

You have company.

Why?

It's practically family. Why wouldn't he be here?

Do not treat me like I'm stupid. He thinks I invited him.

Technically, you did.

You're disgusting.

What?

Yeah. Dress is a bit much, don't you think?

You're two hours late.

You're rude.

You're irreverent. You're drunk.

So are you. It's not about me. You're making an ass of yourself. It is always

about you. So what if it is?

You're humiliating me.

Am I supposed to feel bad for you? Yeah, you're supposed to care.

You never had my permission.

I don't need your permission.

You need my permission.

That doesn't make any sense.

It makes...

Perfect sense.

You're a liar, Peter.

Oh, really? What did I lie about?

Hmm?

Okay, fine, I lied. But, you know, maybe if you actually chose to participate, I

wouldn't have to. I don't want to! I swear to God!

Modulate your voice.

Get off of me. I only want you to listen to me.

Very carefully.

You're going to go upstairs and you're going to change into something normal.

Then you're going to come back down sober.

You're going to make nice with our guests and be a lady.

You are my wife.

Act like it.

And let me be the first to say, Peter, Dr. Green, Mrs.

Green, it is an honor and a privilege

to be amidst such prestigious company and such

elegant surroundings.

I raise a toast.

To a bright and prodigious future, to the German hospital, to the board,

and to you, Mr. Oswald Ottendorfer.

Without yours and Anna's generous contributions, none

of us would be here today.

Cheers, Oswald.

Hear, hear. Hear, hear.

Hear, hear.

I see.

Yes.

I have a few prepared remarks.

Mr. Ottenhofer, we at the hospital wish to express our

sincere gratitude for all that you and your late wife, Anna, have given

to the new facility.

Isn't it a marvel?

Progress in medical science is only possible through munificence like

yours. To the patients, to the ailment, to the doctors, surgeons,

and staff who work indefatigably to deliver on the

promise of philanthropy.

Our facility must serve the best and the worst, the destitute

and the degenerate. The ground is fertile and rich in soil, but soil must

be tilled.

At present, we find ourselves flooded with demand for urgent care.

Mr. Ottendorf, it has become critical that we now ask you for

a much-needed cash infusion.

I don't really like the assertive and

presumptuous nature of this evening.

I'd hate for you to feel as though you were invited here, only to be sold to.

Catherine, I am afraid you are gravely mistaken. Has he for one minute given

any of you the slightest indication that he even might be interested in

sustaining Anna's contributions?

Catherine, it's all right. No.

No.

It's not.

And I must say...

I'm impressed.

You have outdone yourself.

One more cherry on the fucking sundae.

Look, I don't know what Peter promised you, gentlemen,

but if he so much as suggested

that there is a prospect of taking advantage of my family,

of my relationships, of my home, and of my hospitality,

I am afraid you are all sadly mistaken.

I... I apologize if we have

offended you in some way. Will.

The trap you have all attempted here tonight.

It's insulting.

And frankly, not even clever.

Maggie!

We're ready for dessert now.

I'm terribly sorry.

There seems to be an emergency in Danbury.

Needed there immediately.

Danbury's awfully far away.

Yes, yes.

One of my patients seems to have taken a turn for the worse, I'm afraid.

My messenger's waiting for me with his horse. I must depart now.

Are you sure you're all right, Peter?

I'll return tomorrow.

Madame Catherine.

Where is your horse room?

Upstairs. Thank you.

Randy and cigars in the parlor, anyone?

We have pastries.

I didn't hear the bell.

You know you can come visit anytime you like.

I miss you so much.

And I fully intend to.

Sooner than you might think.

Until then.

That was not a big enough word.

You and your little tricks, Catherine.

Hello, Monsieur.

What?

That wasn't great.

No?

I'm worried, Kath.

Ow.

Mm-hmm.

Second. Mm-hmm.

Oh, the moment.

Mm-hmm.

What is time when I'm in your presence?

Oh, you are a brook.

Why I ought to be offended by such a title?

You wear a...

It was you who wore that dress.

Did she get lost on the way to the kitchen?

I will be back.

Oops.

I thought it was a fabulous evening.

I hope the guests did.

Lots of fun. Lots of fun. You scared me, Catherine.

You scared me, Catherine.

Just a few dishes and then we're done, you know.

Go.

Take the night.

Have some fun.

Be back in the morning. Seven a.m.

Please.

All right. Well, then. Megan, come on. It's time to leave.

Best to lay before you say things you can't unsee.

Trust me, child.

And in the evening when I close my eyes All I see is you again

All I see is pain All I see is pain

And in the morning when I open my eyes

It's never you

Daytime, romance, halfway here and halfway there.

It was always about you.

Some say, some say,

it's all my life, but it's just the way that I want you.

All I see is pain All

I see is pain

Thank you.

Summer's day when I kissed you

and called you sweetheart

Do the chairs in your

parlor seem empty in bed?

Do you gaze at no-

Good talk.

No one wants.

There's a first coming from you.

What are you doing?

I don't know.

Of course you don't.

Shut up.

If you were me, what

would you do?

If you were me, what would you do?

I don't know, Katherine.

I don't know why you do half the shit you do.

You.

Oh, me?

Yes, Peter, you. You're the reason I do most of the shit I do.

You know what?

All better.

Was it worth it?

Depends.

On what?

What are you going to do?

Where are you going?

I'll be back.

What? On the desk.

Letter opener. You see it?

Get it?

To get it?

You get it.

You... Shh!

We gotta do something. Hey, here.

I'm trying to... We have to do something. We're not just in the first

place at all. I need you to get it. Quiet.

There's no choice.

Too far.

It's too late.

What's too late?

Peter.

Too large a dose, and you'll fall into a dream.

What? Your heart will slow.

And slow.

And then... Stop.

You'll be fine.

Well, not fine. Just...

Okay. Okay, Peter, look.

Look, talk to me.

Peter, I'm sorry.

No, don't you come anywhere near me with that thing. Get away from me! No! Stop!

Stop!

Everything's fucked up.

Stay still.

Stay still.

Fucking liar.

No. Listen to me.

Who is there? I don't know.

There's no one here.

Not a word.

If you so much as fucking breathe too loud.

Of course not.

Now what are we going to do?

I'm not.

Come on. I got it. I got it. I got it.

Okay.

Okay. Okay.

Okay. Okay. Okay. Oh.

Oh. She's a... She's a... She's a... She's a... She's a riot.

Mr. Fisher, what are you doing here?

What are you doing? Wait, wait, wait.

Take a breath.

Don't, Catherine, don't, don't. Get your... Okay, come on. Take my hand.

No, no.

Catherine, shh, shh. Go out.

Oh, yes.

Look out.

You know, I... I figure I might make it up now.

Get it! I got it, I got it.

We should go and see her now.

So wait. We must get you home first. Oh, let's go.

Don't worry, don't worry. I'll find her. Okay. It's all right. I'll make it and

see her.

Godspeed. Godspeed.

You're trying to destroy me.

I'm not.

You don't even have to try, you just do.

I didn't want this.

You think I wanted this?

No.

What do I do?

Tell me, what do I do?

You don't have to do anything.

You've pushed me so deep and far back into this corner, Katherine, I can't

think. I didn't.

I... No.

See, you did.

You did.

And you meant to.

I don't know.

I just don't know.

You did this. You put me here in this fucking nightmare of a situation

where I now have to decide how to clean up your mess.

It's so appropriately you.

It's so naturally cruel.

I really can't stand when things don't go your way, can you?

If you're going to kill us, then kill us.

But just know, if you are going to do it, there is no sleep, Peter.

There is no dream. You will be a murderer.

You, not me.

I really thought everything was going to come together for us. I did.

I mean, I married you. We got married.

We got married, Catherine.

You are my wife.

You keep saying that as if I'm missing the meaning.

You are. That's exactly it.

I married you.

That means something. That means a lot.

And now you tell me you want to leave? You're gone?

You're absolved of me?

Leaving?

Okay, not fair. And James, you have no way of understanding me. As if I was

given the chance. As if any of us had the chance.

You are not the victim, brother.

Oh, and you are?

Yes, Catherine, I think I have a right to that.

Oh. Yeah, I can tell. What with your tied hands and feet.

Catherine!

What?

You wanted nothing to do with me for so long.

That's not fair.

No, it's the truth.

Speaking of the truth... Are you pregnant?

What are you gonna tell me?

I feel insane.

I cannot, for the life of me, figure out what I ever did to you to warrant-

Catherine, all I ever wanted was to have a family with you.

I just wanted you to love me and, though to me, care.

And yeah, even selfish me, I wanted to feel like the

man in my own house.

I wanted to pay my own bills and...

Hire my own help and... I wanted to build a home

and a life and a family and... And something entirely different than we

ever agreed to. Do not paint this picture poorly. What are you talking

about? That's exactly what we agreed to.

It's been a slow death.

I hope you're pleased.

So that's it.

Accuse me of destroying you, and then make to leave.

As if there's more to say.

Maybe not for you, Peter.

But... Your understanding of me is...

So, so... Accurate.

Cheap.

You're hurt.

I gather that.

I understand that. I understand that.

How could you not understand that I, too, am hurt?

What do you think? That I'm leaving simply because I know it'll piss you

off? What sort of one-dimensional storyline have you assigned to me?

Catherine, you've written it for yourself.

Oh, bullshit, Peter!

I am as capable of love as anyone.

I am capable of kindness. I am capable of all the things that make a person

good, and you, of all people, should know that.

You should see that, instead of being willfully blinded by your own

narcissistic narrative. How could I know that? How could I see that, Catherine?

You've given me no reason, none, to think of you as anything other than...

other than a woman determined to stomp out every desire that I've ever had. Oh,

enough with the martyrdom.

No, it's the truth.

Why else would you? You married me. Me.

Why would you do that if you didn't at least at one point in time find me even

a little bit? You've changed.

You did first.

Hey, no, make this about you. This is not about me. Oh, come on. I learned

from the best.

You built a cage for me.

You insist I put you in the corner.

For you to be my wife. I am your wife!

I have been your wife!

Along for the ride, every step of the way, whether I agreed to it or not.

You make it sound so painful.

Yeah, it is.

It is when one doesn't have a say, when one gives up her name and so loses any

right to herself or her own wants. Oh, no, you've made your wants perfectly

clear. Yes, and I'm a monster because of it, we know. Yeah, so am I, Catherine,

right?

No.

I don't think that at all. But I do think you are someone completely other

than whom you once were.

Perhaps.

I've grown up.

Really?

All the same, don't blame me for your behavior.

I'm not blaming you for anything.

If anything, I'm agreeing with you.

It is all different now. You aren't exempt from that.

Then neither are you.

Doctors are needed everywhere.

We can go wherever we want.

Us. Just us.

You forget.

Everything changed when you did.

Me, who I am, Catherine,

used to excite you.

Used to inspire your love for me.

So guess what? I love you.

God, I gave up.

I gave up so much.

Just holding my breath, knowing that if we could just find our way out of this,

I waited and waited for you.

And you never came back.

Life became very different than what we dreamt together, didn't it?

I'm sorry that I couldn't be anything other than myself You

loved me

I

married you too

I'm not leaving.

You became a stranger and so made one out of me.

Why stay?

You know, it's funny.

All this time, you were planning on running away.

Just not with me.

James. James.

You're sick.

You realize that, right?

James.

Get out of my way.

You're not going anywhere.

Oh, yeah?

Yeah.

Yeah.

Yeah.

Yeah.

Yeah.

Yeah. Yeah.

Yeah!

Yeah!

Yeah!

Peter, I'm sorry.

I'm sorry.

Is he dead?

Is he dead?

To love, cherish, and obey.

Till death do us part.

Let me help.

Peter, look at me.

I need you to untie me.

You need you to untie me.

You turn around. You turn around.

He really won't.

You don't have to.

Oh, my God.

I'm sorry.

For everything.

I have to switch this out.

Fuck!

Why does this fucking book suck?

Here we go.

Are you all right?

Yes, yes.

You shouldn't be up, so let's get going.

You have every right to hate me.

You do.

I don't know what you want me to say.

Whatever you need to.

We both made this mess, Peter.

And I can't hold against you, but I am equally guilty.

This was all me.

Yeah.

Oh my god.

That's right.

Catherine?

Shut.

I know.

By the grace of Almighty God, let us bear witness, friends, family, loved

ones, it is my privilege to join these two blessed souls in the sanctity of

marriage.

I can now pronounce you man and wife.

You may kiss the bride.

Yeah.

Let me tell you a story about a man.

I have all the reasons to hate him.

But you know what?

I love him.

So I'll tell you.

It goes like this. It goes like this.

Get in.

Get out.

Don't go.

What are you doing here?

Go away.

Stop laughing.

Stop crying.

Stop doing nothing. Stop trying.

I hate you.

Don't leave me.

I love you.

Please forgive me.

Stop it.

That's very good.

Mm.