All language subtitles for Six.Feet.Under.S04E12.Untitled

Hello!

Hello!

Damn it.

If it hasn't worked for the last
45 minutes, it's not gonna work now.

That goddamn night guard
must be drunk and deaf.

I'll try
my phone again.

We've already tried our phones.
We don't get reception up here.

Just wait for
the rescue teams.

Shit.

- Shit.
- Don't do that.

- You'll make it worse!
- We have to do something.

Let's all try to pry this
door open one more time.

Give it
everything we got.

Okay, go.

We're gonna drop 10 floors,
and we're all gonna die!

We could use a little more
Bruce Willis attitude, mister.

Let me out. Here.
Just let me out!

Will you just let me out?

You'll be fine.
You'll be fine.

- Get up there, we'll give you a boost.
- Okay.

I'll take the stairs.
I'll get some help.

- Oh! Oh my God.
- Oh my God!

- We're all gonna die!
- Stop it! Stop it!

Okay, somebody grab
my hand.

- I'll go.
- No, she should go first! Go.

Come on.

- Oh my God!
- Ken, get in here!

No no no!
Let me go.

Don't pull me back in!

No! No! No!

Oh my God!

What happened?!
Go find out what happened!

Let's both go.
I think we should stay together.

I'm too scared.

George, the glass,
put on your slippers.

George.

What did you do?

George.

George.

George.
George.

I'm awake.

You were whimpering
and paddling with your feet.

What were you
dreaming about?

I don't remember.

Yeah, it's at
the Bellandi Gallery downtown.

Where Jimmy was.
You got my postcard, right?

Okay, well, call me
if you do need directions.

All right, I'll see you tomorrow.
Oh, bring cool people.

Oh, hi, Edie.
It's Claire.

Listen, tomorrow
is my show.

I know you probably
won't be there,

but I wish you
would be there.

Okay, never mind.

I broke up
with Russell.

- Why?
- Why do you think?

He's a big drama queen.
Everything's so heavy and negative.

He's such
a fucking victim.

Yeah, really.

He got in my face
about your show.

Oh, God,
he's unbelievable.

I was like,
"Whoever's idea it was

and I don't fucking care,
Claire ran with it."

I was like,
"Adapt, dude."

Thank you
for defending my honor.

Hey, I brought you
a present.

Happy fame.

Oh my God,
is that cocaine?

- This is so disco!
- Let's do a few lines.

Oh, shit, I want to,
but I have to go to my gallery

and meet some, like,
huge movie star.

Seriously?
What movie star?

I don't know. Some,
like, celebrity woman

wants to buy
my stuff.

You're getting
way too cool for me.

Fuck you.

No, it's the fishtail.

- It's a fishtail!
- Yes.

I'm calling the lawyer again.
Where's the phone?

You're too clever.
He already told you.

Yeah, I know
he already said that

Barb has no right to custody, but I just
saw this article on the internet.

You're the father.
Barb's the aunt.

Maya's staying right
here where she is.

You're not taking
this seriously.

Yes, I am, but it doesn't do us any good
to live in this constant state of panic.

That's easy for you to say.
Maya's not yours.

Yes, can you reach Mr. Sutcliffe for me,
please? Nate Fisher.

- It's an emergency.
- This isn't about Maya.

It's about your emotions
and how you deal with them.

Would you stop using the therapy voice?
It drives me nuts.

How would you know?
You've never tried therapy.

I don't need therapy. It's not my fault
there's a disaster every time I blink.

What's with this book?
It's macabre.

Just get rid of it
or put it away.

Michaela gave it to me to give to David.
I keep forgetting about it.

I really wish
you'd consider it.

Look, everything
is under control!

Of course it is.

Number three.

Excuse me?

That's him,
number three.

David.

David, it's almost 11:00.
Are you gonna get up?

Yeah.

What?

I'm still replaying that
fucking look he gave me.

Do you want
to talk about it?

No, I don't want
to talk about it.

I've told you
about it 900 times.

I've told my therapist
about it 900 times.

I want to fucking move on
and leave it behind me.

So do it.
You can.

No, I can't.
I'm fucking stuck.

If you could do anything,
what would you do?

I'd...

I'd tell him what I think
of him and what he did to me.

That evil, evil fuck.

Well, you can
do that.

I know,

I said it all
to the therapy pillow.

No, you can visit
him in jail.

What?!

Maybe he'll see you, maybe
he won't, but you can try.

- Are you serious?
- Yes, I am.

I think it would be extremely
self-destructive

to put myself in that situation!
I can't believe

you'd even suggest it to me.

Two hours, great!

Let me know when you're on the ground
and I'll come meet you.

Me too.

Bye.

My daughter's on her way
to Hawaii for a conference

and she has a layover
this afternoon.

Would you like
to meet her for lunch?

Maggie? Really?

Oh, yes!

This is so
exciting!

What kind
of conference?

I don't know anything about her.
What does she do?

Pharmaceutical rep.

You're proud of her.
I can tell.

She's the apple
of your eye.

I know you're doing this
for me, too, George.

- Thank you.
- You'll like her.

I can't wait!

I'm not the person
who's supposed to be here.

We've been divorced
for ages.

He must have a new wife
or a girlfriend.

You were his
emergency contact.

He worked at the same
place for 25 years.

I'm sure he just forgot
to change the form.

Maybe he still
loved you.

He's a very
nice guy,

but you know
I've moved on.

I'm sorry,
but there are decisions

about the funeral
that have to be made.

Yes, well, I don't
want to make them!

Now there must be someone
else who can deal with this.

'Cause I can't
believe it!

How can you get killed
by an elevator?

Well, there were three
other people trapped inside.

He tried to get them out
and the elevator tore him in half.

I hit a new low.

I made the bereaved vomit.

Don't tell me we have to send this guy
somewhere else. I just embalmed him.

No no, we
worked it out.

I think it's weird
we don't sew him together.

Yeah.

Once he's in the casket
dressed with a little padding,

can't even tell
the difference.

Here, it's a present
from Michaela.

What a sweet kid.

Little morbid,
but sweet.

So unlike her mother,
that crazy bitch from hell.

What's that?

It's Roger Pasquese.
Does that ring a bell?

Yeah.
Yeah, it does.

How are you,
Keith?

I'm fine.
A little surprised. How are you?

I'm well,
thank you.

Enjoying the day.
Carpe diem.

Yeah, that's great.
What's up?

I'm taking a break
from angry ugly white men.

Let's take it
easy now, huh?

Okay, seriously.

I have a business
proposition for you

and I'd like
for us to meet.

What do you say
you come to my house and we talk?

Probably not.
Nothing against you.

It just doesn't seem like
a very good idea.

But thanks, anyway.

You know, certain papers
have yet to be signed.

Our lawsuit might
rear its ugly head again.

Roger, we had
an agreement.

I don't think a blowjob
is legal or binding.

How about
tomorrow afternoon?

I'll think about it.

Well, you see, Nicole,
Claire has a plurality

of influences
at work here.

They're portraits,
an ancient, classical form.

And they're photographs,
which are essentially modern.

And then they're
torn to bits.

A nod to the Dadaists,
and the Cubists as well.

Then the pieces are reassembled
for a deconstructed mix

of detachment
and tenderness

which seems to me to be
very new millennium.

Anything you'd like
to add, Claire?

Um, well...

what you said
is part of it.

Of course, it's more
involved than that.

I totally get it.

It reminds me of paper dolls

and bad relationships

and lies people tell
about stupid things.

- Right?
- Right.

- Is this all you have?
- As a matter of fact,

she's working hard
on a whole new series.

It looks
very promising.

Cool, when can
I see it?

Soon.
Very soon.

I have to figure
out some stuff.

We used to come to this
place when I was a girl.

Sarah and I would eat
Thousand Island dressing all by itself.

- What a treat!
- I like this place.

The menu never changes.

And this building has stood through
all the mudslides, fires, earthquakes.

Yes, it's comforting.

- Maggie!
- Daddy!

- Hi.
- Hi.

Oh, sweetie, oh,
it's great to see you.

- You, too.
- This is wonderful.

Oh, what a treat.

With managed care
the way that it is,

most of these samples
that I haul around end up

going to patients who can't
pay for prescriptions,

so everybody at the doctor's
office is glad to see Maggie.

So what's new
in antibiotics?

Here.

A course of this will
knock out just about anything.

But you have to take
the whole seven days.

Any side effects?

Minimal. Maybe a little nausea,
so take it with food.

- Thanks, hon.
- Are you sick?

No.

I just want
to be prepared.

Of course, these things
won't touch anything viral.

Did you know that you
can order potassium iodide

- off the internet now?
- Oh, that's great.

That is so much
more convenient.

What's potassium
iodide?

Anti-radiation.

If you take it in time,
it blocks the thyroid's uptake

of airborne radioactive iodine
from a nuclear accident.

Let's not worry
today, Dad.

We're okay today.

Of course we are.

Okay, I'd like to talk
about this morning.

What about it?

Well, besides the fact
that your attitude to therapy

is totally medieval,

you have really
big emotions, Nate,

and they're not
that easy to live with.

You know? Sometimes you dump them
all on me and it's not fair.

Maybe if I got a little support
for what I'm going through,

that's not how
it would feel to you.

You have got to be kidding, right?
All I do is support you.

It's like a full-time job.

What are you
looking at?

I can't compete
with a dead woman.

Brian and I
just adored him.

He took us
hiking, camping...

Camping?
I love camping!

We'll have
to go, too.

He taught us
campfire songs.

Campfire songs?
You?

- Yeah, a couple.
- Remember?

# Above the plain
of gold and green #

# A young boy's head
is plainly seen #

# A-hoo-ya,
hoo-ya, hoo-ya-ya #

# Swiftly flowing river #

# A-hoo-ya, hoo-ya,
hoo-ya-ya #

# Swiftly flowing river. #

It was kid heaven.

Oh, George.

If you ladies
will excuse me...

Well, thank God
he shaved for you.

He used to have
a big scraggly beard.

A beard?
I can't picture it.

Yes, I can.

Exactly.

He looked like he just
walked out of the Bible.

So how's he been?

Fine.

No problems?

You can tell me.

What do you mean?

Ruth, I want you
to have all my numbers.

If you need me, call.

Anywhere, anytime.

Well, thank you.

He trusts me.

Do you mind if I ask
you a personal question?

- If it isn't too personal.
- Are those whiskers your own?

No one else
has claimed them.

Do you think I should?

I can't tell you
what to do.

What do you mean?

You love to tell
me what to do.

This is different.

One more question...
were you followed by the police?

That's just the trouble.
Nobody wants me.

Maybe if I see him
and tell him how I feel,

- I can finally get my balls back.
- You have balls.

Yeah yeah.

Look,

if you decide to go,
I'll go with you.

No, I have to handle
this alone.

- I'm going.
- I just said...

I know what
you said.

The same thing you said
when I was on the road.

"I'm fine. I'm fine."
But you weren't.

You weren't
honest with me.

I wasn't honest
with myself.

- I did the best I could.
- I know.

But, I still don't
know when to believe you.

I'm not taking any chances.

Oh, come on, guys.
Look at this mess.

You're supposed to be
helping me out here.

And you're sitting too close
to that television. Get away from it.

Garbage men, come on.

Come help Mommy out.

Yes, very good.
Thank you.

Could you turn off
the light and go to sleep?

Can't.

Yes, you can, if you quit
suckin' weed and lie down.

I have to make sure
I invited everybody on my list.

Plus, I'm not tired.
I'm all buzzy.

Did you get into
that blow without me?

No, look, it's my
first exhibition.

There's all
this stress.

Claire.
One night.

Some pictures.
A party.

I think you can deal.

- Hey, Bren!
- Shh, Maya's still asleep.

Check this out,
this is what Lisa wore.

- Well, yeah.
- No no no, when she died.

She bought this shirt
a week before she died.

- Oh, Nate.
- No, I know it.

- Don't do this to yourself.
- She showed it to me.

She asked me if I liked the color.
This is the shirt.

And this is the beach
where she disappeared.

So how can Michaela
have sent me this picture of Lisa

at this beach when Lisa
never made it to Santa Cruz?

I don't know. There's probably
a simple explanation.

Then I want to fucking hear it.
I'm going up there.

Oh God, this is never
going to end.

Don't you fucking realize
what's going on here?

There was somebody there.
Somebody took this picture.

Okay, why don't you
call the little girl

- and just ask her?
- No, I'm going up there.

The way they feel about me,
do you think they're gonna

just give her the phone?
"Here's Uncle Nate."

How do you think they're
going to feel

when you turn up out of nowhere
sounding like a crazy man?

Thanks for the support.
This is exactly what I'm talking about.

Oh, come on,
this is ridiculous.

You're driving up there all because
of some random snapshot.

- I don't need your permission.
- No, you don't.

Yeah, I don't. So I'm gonna take Maya
to my mother's house.

Why?

Well, because she's
never spent the night

here without me.

Nate, if you don't think
that I can take care of Maya,

there's not really a whole lot of point
to the three of us living together.

Okay, I'm sorry.

I'm sorry.
I just, you know...

I have to do this.

Every day it seems
harder to breathe.

Is that my imagination?

No.

The air is poison,
George.

It's a scientific fact.

They took blood samples

from a remote village
of Indians in Bolivia.

Alto Los Zarzos.

Even they were
contaminated.

There are chemicals
in the rain.

I keep thinking any minute

something terrible will happen.

It's already
happening.

Yes, I know, but...

Our days are numbered.
It's only a matter of time.

But I truly believe
if we prepare...

Don't be naive, George.
You weren't brought up that way.

There's no hope.

Stop saying that!

Even if it's true,
I can't give up.

No!
No, I won't.

- Are you all right?
- Yes, yeah.

No.

Could you...

could you
sit with me?

Okay.

The way he died,
oh God.

God, it's awful.

I can't stop
thinking about it.

If there was anyone who
deserved to go in their sleep,

it was Ken.

It's the way that Ken
lived that's important.

We weren't close anymore.

He was your
husband once.

15 years ago.

Honestly, when I got
the call

I had to think,
"Ken, Ken who?"

Then I remembered.

Every minute
we spent together,

I remember everything.

I'm going to bury him
with the rest of my family.

That's the way it should be,
don't you think?

Yes, yes I do.

Even if
I marry again,

when I'm dead
I want Ken there too.

Family's family.
Divorce doesn't change that.

Not divorce,
not death,

not anything.
When people...

get in your heart...

They stay for good.

Maggie,
this is Ruth.

I'm very sorry to bother
you in Waikiki,

but please
call me back.

I'm worried
about your father.

Mr. Fisher.

Can I see a valid
passport, a visa,

alien registration card
or valid California driver's license?

You may take in
one handkerchief,

an unopened
pack of tissue,

$30 in coins
and $1 bills only.

You may not take in cameras,
cell phones unless approved

prior to entering
the visiting room.

I don't have anything.

Are you wearing implants
or prosthetic devices?

No.

Please proceed down the hall
to the next officer.

He'll direct you
to the metal detector.

Sir, please proceed
down the hall.

God, what if a lot
of people come?

They're all going
to be looking at me.

Isn't that
what you want?

I don't know.
I haven't done much coke.

I don't want it to make me
more nervous than I already am.

No, it'll help.
This shit's not cut with meth.

It's pretty smooth.

It makes you feel really important
for about 20 minutes.

Gimme.

- I'll hang onto it if you want.
- I thought it was a present.

It is, but since
it's your special night

I could be like,
the keeper of it.

- Oh.
- Yeah?

Okay. It's nice.

What?

- I just want to look.
- Whatever.

I'll meet you back
here in a half hour for a little...

Okay.

# We got friends #

# We got
lots of friends #

# We got feelings for
each other once again. #

The boys aren't here.
They're at a birthday party.

But if you call,
you could probably stop over.

It's you
I came to see.

Well, I gotta go soon.

Okay.

Vanessa

I apologize.
This is...

this is all
my fault.

All my fault.

What I gave Sophia,

the time
and the attention...

The money.

The intimacy.

I had no right.

It all belonged
to you and the kids.

Even if you hadn't slept
with her, it was adultery.

Being close to somebody else when you're
the most important person in my life,

yes, that was
adultery.

I betrayed

my marriage.

I was so wrong.

And I'm so sorry from
the bottom of my heart.

You finally said it.
Thank you.

So I'll come back home
and we'll go back

to being ourselves
again, okay?

We can't go back.

Everything has changed.

I never expected this.

And I feel really sad,

but it feels right.

No.

You know that we got
together so young.

Being on my own
is good for me now.

And I think that maybe
it's good for you too.

No.

No no, it is
definitely not good.

Don't you love
me anymore?

Of course I love you.

It's just not like before.

Oh, Jesus.

I'm not trying to hurt you,
Rico, I swear to God.

I want a divorce.

You don't mean it.

You don't mean it.

Who are you?

David Fisher.

Remember me?

Yeah, I think so.

How ya doing?

How do you
think I am?

I don't know.

You look pretty good compared
to everybody else I see.

I hope you're happy here
behind bars where you belong.

Nobody belongs
here, man.

You ever been
through detox?

It's like dying.

Every fucking
minute you die.

Good.

Did you bring
me something?

No, I hate you.

Oh, God.

Here we go.

You soaked me
with gasoline.

You beat me and stuck
a gun in my mouth.

Well, yeah, you drove me all
over hell with a dead chick

farting in the back of your van.
What was I supposed to do?

You scared me shitless.

Now I walk around all
the time feeling like

everybody's gonna
humiliate and murder me.

Well, they are.
So I did you a favor.

Now you'll be a little
more careful, won't you?

Stop your fucking games
for once, you...

It's your game. You come here and visit
me and you don't bring anything.

You just want
to shit on me

and break me down, like everybody else.
Well I won't let you.

Apologize to me.

For defending myself?
Fuck you.

You have a family,
right?

You have people
looking out for you?

Yeah, but...

All I have is you,
David, and you hate me.

You made a special trip up here to tell
me that you hate me.

I think I'm the one that
deserves a goddamn apology.

You really are sick.

I'm not the one
who sits in jail

when he doesn't
have to.

Well, at least you
know how I feel.

And you know
how I feel.

Look, you can come visit
me again if you want to.

No, I won't be back.

Oh.

Okay.

Well, maybe when I get
paroled you can come

and take me
out to lunch.

Probably not.
I'm pretty busy.

I don't think you
can be an artist

without experiencing
major suffering.

And you have to be super-aware
of the suffering around you.

And yeah, I've been influenced
by Dada and Cubism,

but I also feel like
I've added detachment

and tenderness,
for the new millennium.

This is fucking fantastic.
Everybody loves my shit.

- There's somebody in here!
- Have you talked to Jimmy?

No, every time I see him,
somebody grabs me

and wants to talk
about the pictures.

You should at least
get him high.

Here, you do it.
How do you think it's going?

- What?
- My show, whore.

- Oh. Fine, whore.
- What are people saying?

I don't know.
I'm just hanging out with my friends.

Come on, I wanna know
what they're saying.

And don't do it all.
Save some for me.

Ow!

Maya.

What are you doing?

Everyone is very impressed
with Claire's pictures.

You must be very proud.

I certainly am.

I'm proud of all
my children.

Nate and I back
together again.

That must seem
very sudden.

I married my husband
almost right after we met.

Sudden is something
I understand now.

It's not always best.

But, sometimes it is.

Brenda, I'm glad Nate
is with someone,

and I hope the three
of you are very happy.

Thank you.

He says you're
studying psychology.

Yes, I am going to be
a cognitive therapist.

What does it mean when
a person starts talking

to himself
out of nowhere?

None of your pieces
have names. How come?

I couldn't
think of any.

Come on, don't bullshit me.
I'm actually interested.

Well...

I feel like when you
give something a name

people take
your word for it.

Which is okay
for some things,

but not these.

I didn't want to tell
anybody what to see.

It's like music.
That's called "Opus 15"

or "Three-Part Invention
in A Minor."

What's that about?

I want you to really
look at it

and deal with it
on your own.

You know,
it's like life.

It's kinda scary.

With no guide,
I don't know where I'll end up.

You know what?

I have no fucking idea
what these pictures mean.

I know.

Isn't it great?

- Roger, you don't need a bodyguard.
- Yes, I do.

Look, I have enemies.

There are fuckers out
there that would do anything to get me.

Anything.

I just want
to feel safe.

And I will pay you
a shitload of money.

Well, I couldn't work
for you exclusively.

It would have to be a freelance,
when-l-can situation.

I'm sure we can figure
something out.

We'll draw up
a contract.

First, I need something
in writing that says

you're going to drop
our lawsuit. Forever.

Oh, all right.

Is that one of the people
you're afraid of?

No, that's Steve.

He stays in the guesthouse
sometimes.

Well?

I'll give it serious
consideration.

I wasn't sure
you'd be here.

Of course I'm here.

You were my student,
my assistant.

You think that means
nothing to me?

It's my responsibility
and my pleasure to support you, Claire.

Wow.

Besides, you're
competition now.

Though I thought it would be Russell
first in this position.

Well, you were wrong.
Because it's me.

And so it
all begins.

With the first success,
corruption.

It's corrupt to feel like
I finally did something right?

Actually, yes, it is.
You'll see.

But so what?
Who wants to be a saint, right?

Not me.

No, no one does.

And the work suffers.

I toast you with
this shitty wine.

Hello there.

Well, you look
recovered.

I feel fabulous.

Everyone should
drop an organ.

After the first shock,
it's positively liberating.

So, is this the fruit
of Nate's loins?

Maya,
this is Margaret.

Look, don't take this personally,
but I don't think she likes you.

She hardly knows
you're here.

Margaret can't help
trying to make us

feel bad
about ourselves.

You know, Brenda,

it's unethical to use
an innocent child

to express
your resentment.

Claire, do you do
commissions?

Uh, yes.

Well, I want you
to photograph Olivier and me

and do that thing you do,
only mix all our pieces together.

That will be
a portrait.

Kudos, darling,
you're brilliant.

Later.

Congratulations.

Thank you.

Excuse me.

- Hey.
- Hi.

- Congratulations.
- Thank you.

There's somebody who may want to buy
something. I'll be back in one minute.

What the fuck?
Are you blowing me off?

No.

You haven't said shit
to me since I got here.

I mean, what the fuck?
I think it's pretty fucking rude.

Okay, maybe you didn't
realize this,

but I'm a little
fucking busy right now.

I'm in the middle
of my fucking show.

Maybe you don't remember,
but I'm the one

who fucking got you
this fucking show.

Jimmy.

Well, fuck you, then.

Fuck you all.

- Hi, Michaela.
- Hi, Uncle Nate.

I gave the book
to David.

Thank you.

He liked it a lot.

There was
a picture in it.

I know.

Where'd the picture
come from?

Do you know
who took it?

Why'd you put
it in the book?

You should talk
to my dad.

He's in the office.

Oh God, you freak,
when are you gonna let it go?

When you admit in public
that I am part of your work.

You're not!

I created these pieces.
They are mine and people love them.

I love you.

You love... you fucked a man
and lied about it.

- You fucked a woman!
- Not when I was with you!

No, you just went and had
an abortion without me!

Don't you
dare go there.

Don't you
fucking dare!

Is there a problem, guys?

You are so
deeply irrelevant.

- Are you fucking him now?
- All right, Russell.

You fuck Jimmy,
get a gallery.

What can Billy Chenowith
do for you?

You asshole,
I fucking hate you.

This has to stop now.
It's time to leave.

- Get your hands off.
- Just leave.

This needs to stop.
Out.

Are you all right?

Take me home.

Are you crazy?

If I was you, fella,
I'd move on down the road

before Barb finds
out you're here.

Hoyt, I'll ask you
one more time.

- Then I'm calling the police.
- Whoa whoa whoa!

Did you take
that picture?

She's a Kimmel.

We tend to point cameras
at each other.

Somebody obviously took it.
Maybe it was me.

No, I remember this.

This was a couple
of years ago.

We had a picnic.

You're a fucking liar.

You were with there with Lisa
on the beach the day she died.

- No.
- Yes, you were.

And this proves it.

You son of a bitch,
what did you do to her?

Nothing!
God, nothing!

This was a place
that we used to go.

I'd drive south
and I'd meet her there.

Alone?

Maybe, a few times.
Yeah.

Why?

We had a thing.

It was on and off.

But it was intense.
You know Lisa.

She was intense.

When was this?

When we
were married?

Before.

I don't believe you.

She told me what it was like
to be your wife.

What the fuck
is wrong with you?

Why did you put her
through all that?

You think she just spent her
whole life waiting for you?

People loved Lisa.

And she loved us back.

You know, she might have
killed herself because of you.

Oh, yeah, did you ever
think about that?

No, she...

Listen, let's take
a walk, okay?

This is a big
misunderstanding.

No no no!
Lisa would never kill herself!

I know that.

She might leave me,
but she would never leave Maya.

So you tell me what happened
on that beach right now.

Right the fuck now!

I wanted some time
by ourselves.

Lisa said she
wasn't into it.

You know, clean slate,
never again.

Okay, fine.

I couldn't let
her tell Barb.

I did not get
angry with her.

I played the guitar.
I sang her a so...

I sang her a song.

And we...

went our
separate ways.

George?

George?

Have you been here
all night?

I had to put things in order
and I guess I fell asleep.

Didn't mean
to worry you.

No harm done.

Come on, let's go
back to the house.

I can't do that.

Yes, you can, dear.
It's where we live.

No, Ruth.

This is where
I live now.

Let's get married
and have a baby.

Will you?

Yes yes.

Oh, good.
My bougainvillea needs this.

You were brave
to face him.

Not really.
There was a guard.

Doesn't matter.

I'm proud of you.

I thought it would
set me free.

But it didn't
change anything,

except now I know
he really is insane.

You're missing
the point.

There is no point.
That's the point.

Isn't it?

Oh, don't give me this
phony existential bullshit.

I expect better
from you.

The point's right
in front of your face.

Well, I'm sorry,
but I don't see it.

You're not even
grateful, are you?

Grateful?

For the worst fucking
experience of my life?

You hang onto your pain like it means
something, like it's worth something.

Well, let me tell you,
it's not worth shit. Let it go.

Infinite possibilities
and all he can do is whine.

- Well, what am I supposed to do?
- What do you think?

You can do anything, you lucky bastard.
You're alive.

What's a little pain
compared to that?

It can't be
so simple.

What if it is?