All language subtitles for You S02E01 A Fresh Start.DVDRip.NonHI.en.WB

Love, this is why
you're not for me.

Once upon a time,
I believed in love.

Sure, I'd been hurt before,

but I'd learned from that, and I
wanted to fight for a fresh start.

The real thing this time.

So, boy meets girl...

boy knows this is something
special, and he thinks,

"Let me do everything I
can to make this right."

So, I did.

I was brave. I was vulnerable.

I won her the old-fashioned way.

I tried to do everything
right. For her.

I knew you have to
do anything for love.

So I did.

I did whatever I had
to, whatever it took.

- I love you, Joe.
- I love you, too.

I heard about you and Candace.

You know, I thought
we were pretty happy,

but she thought she could be
happier with some guy in Rome, so...

It's just how she
left so suddenly...

But she did not...

trust me.

So she started asking
questions about the past.

Candace?

I think they dated.

Oh, they did.

But I can't say I was shocked
when it didn't work out.

Who's Elijah?

Give me my phone, Joe.

He's not your
brother. I know that.

I don't love you.

I never have.

She started digging for stuff
that should have stayed buried.

I picked wrong. I made mistakes.

Love had made me blind.

Joe!

And now...

Joe!

Love turned to poison.

Tell me I'm crazy.

Tell me you didn't kill Benji.

Tell me you didn't kill Peach.

And when love
dies, it really hurts.

The bottom line is...

she couldn't love me back.

And our love died. I
thought that was the end.

A sad story.

A broken heart I'd have
to heal from to love again.

But no, there was
more hurt in store.

Candace.

I think we have some
unfinished business to talk about.

Yeah.

And so I realize this is what I get
for trying so hard. I can't love again.

I can't risk it. It's
too dangerous.

The only fresh start
is a start without love.

Cut. We're gonna go
again from the top. Quickly.

Nice.

Print that. We're gonna
go again from the top.

This is what it's come to.

I'm a troubled man

Changed by the things I do

True, but it's funny how

Love has taken
me to dark places.

But Los Angeles has
gotta be as dark as it gets.

When you're running from
someone who thinks they know you,

the best place to hide is a city they
think you hate, because, well, I do.

Hi, gorgeous people.
Just wanna say thank you.

Three million followers?

I'm honestly choked up thinking
about how much I love each...

I'm closing my heart, like
an out-of-business bookstore,

and I'm here for the moment

where everyone is too into themselves
to ever connect with another person.

It's the worst city in the world
and the last place I wanna be,

and that's perfect.
It's temporary.

Regroup, get some cash
together, figure out next moves, go.

Never look back.

It's a chance to get
back to who I really am,

a quiet guy who just
wants to lead a quiet life.

I've done time in uglier cages.

- Welcome. I'm Delilah.
- Will Bettelheim. Nice to meet you.

- Your credit came back sparkling, Will.
- Oh, good, good.

But I looked you up. You're
not on the socials. Like, at all.

Thought you might
be some kind of freak.

Just not great at
keeping up with that stuff.

Do you not keep up
with brushing your teeth?

I'm kidding, I'm kidding. Okay.

I just have this
vacancy on the first floor.

- Do you wanna see it? It's bigger.
- I like the second floor.

- It's quieter.
- All right.

So rent's due on the third,
no loud music after 10:00.

Two pet limit. And don't
cook meth in your kitchen.

You got it.

You can keep the
furniture if you want

or just let me know and we
can have someone take it out.

The last tenant
kind of left in a hurry,

so hopefully, it'll be
better luck for you.

I'm in number one
if you need anything.

- That sounds great.
- All right. See you.

Home sweet prison.

It's uncomfortable, all of this.
But that's good. I'm detoxing.

Detox should be uncomfortable.
I've left so much behind.

And I know there's a side of
me that I let get out of control,

and now controlling
is everything.

But, that said, cold turkey leads
to rebound, leads to heartbreak,

if not crime scenes and
posthumous best sellers.

Addiction management
is key. Ten minutes a day.

Do not fixate on any one
person. Do not get involved.

Do not even look them up,
because I know I can get swept up.

But that's not happening.
This is a fresh start.

In my dreams, Beck's alive.

She forgives me for everything I did.
She apologizes for everything she did.

And she says, "Don't
worry. Candace is gone.

Forever."

But then I wake up and remember.

I think we have some
unfinished business to talk about.

Okay.

Okay, let's go somewhere
and we can sit and talk.

As long as it's nice and public.

- Are you gonna tell me what you want?
- I'm craving french fries.

- Candace...
- Hi. What can I get for you?

Fries, please. A side of
ranch. Vanilla milkshake.

You want anything, bunny?

- No.
- Okay. I'll be right back.

I want you to know I
wanted to stay gone.

I mean, you sure
thought I was dead

or you wouldn't have
just left me there, right?

I was prepared to count my
blessings and never come back.

That's not how
any of it happened.

So, anyways, there I am,
in a new town, a new girl,

and I walk into this store,
and there's this book...

by a woman named Guinevere Beck.

You did it again, didn't you?

What do you want, Candace?

To kill you with my bare hands.

I'm kidding. I could never.

I'm gonna go to the cops, and
I'm gonna tell them everything.

Nope. Sorry. Not that
either. Too easy on you.

People. People are predictable.

I cannot afford to be predictable.
My life depends on that.

But love... Love is what kept
me open, alive, different, real.

And I also can't afford to do
love, so you see my dilemma.

Lady, how many photos
does it take? Come on.

Are you like, "Lady, come on.
How many photos does it take?"

Crazy thing is, she
never posts any of them.

That's, like, gotta
be a diagnosis, right?

Precocious, unsupervised
kid who thinks she's not a kid.

Ms. Strauss secretly has six
Chihuahuas, so she walks them in shifts.

And you?

You are Will
Bettelheim, LA newbie.

Yeah, that's me.

Who is protecting her? No,
no, she is not my problem.

What's your Insta? Or
do you only have a Finsta?

- I'm a little behind the times.
- Clearly.

Anyway, I'm @Ellie-Eyeballs.

So... you have a girlfriend yet?

Holy shit.

- Ellie, how old are you? Like, 14?
- Fifteen. Basically 16, so...

No, she's not my problem.

- It was nice to meet you.
- Cool.

Manners.

Thank you so much
for stopping by.

I appreciate
being the first call.

So Delilah, she's not a hooker.
It's what you're thinking, right?

Yeah. No. She's a reporter,
that guy's a publicist,

and he just paid some crazy kill fee to
not run something about someone famous.

- It's sick. She's a genius.
- Ellie, no harassing the tenants.

I'm not. We're old friends.

Well, you're late for
school, smart-ass.

Too young to be Ellie's mom.

Is that my shirt?
That's my fucking shirt.

- How many times...
- Sisters.

Can you please not wear that
to school and destroy it, please?

If Delilah counts as parental
supervision, it explains everything.

- Looks hotter on me, though.
- Cool story. Any day now.

Note to self. Steer clear of
their entire red flag galaxy.

Hey.

You lay a finger on her,

and I will vivisect your
individual scrotums.

She's a kid.

In Los Angeles, grocery stores
aren't just a place you buy carrots,

they're a pristine, non-GMO Disneyland,
and king among these is Anavrin.

Come for the spring lettuce mix,

stay for the perfect
life that could be yours

if you spend enough and quit
gluten, you fucking asshole.

And, yeah, obviously,
Anavrin is... Wait for it.

"Nirvana" spelled backwards.

So, no experience at all in
sorting or bagging perishables?

Well, I'm a quick study.

It's a coveted job. Yeah, all
the casting directors shop here.

- So...
- I'm not an actor.

Okay, let me xerox some photo ID

and I'll call you ASAP
and I'll let you know.

Sure thing. ID.

I'm sorry. Damn.

I know I brought it. I just...

- Are you reading that?
- Re-reading.

It feels like it gets more
relevant every day, right?

How so?

This guy's struggle trying to
get past his mistakes, you know?

I don't like to get political,

but I will say our world is done
for if we don't think about that.

How to be better.

- I can't believe you just did that.
- Did...

Made a Russian novel sound
like something I'd want to read.

I don't mean to
spring this on you...

Ever thought about
working in a bookstore?

We've been having a
time moving product.

You know, I thought with this
whole hacking democracy thing,

people would be like,

"Yeah, I wanna read some Russian
stuff. What's up with that place?"

But they're
intimidated, you know?

There's nothing to be intimidated by.
It's human experience. It's universal.

I think I just felt my soul
come back into my body.

I love it. You sound
like such a... a reader.

Maybe it's 'cause it's
my favorite thing to do.

That, and recommending
the perfect book.

Can you start tomorrow?

- Yeah.
- Perfect. Let's get you an apron.

A new apron? Joy.

Hello, you.

No. Fuck. No,
I'm not doing that.

I'm not gonna try to
figure out who you are,

why you look so concerned about
the state of that heirloom tomato.

- Oh, did I get you? Are you okay?
- It's okay.

Oh, you have a way with people.

They just like you. Your
shirt is faded, but fresh.

You like to take care of things.

Your shoes are clean, but worn. You
walk in a town where nobody walks.

I won't say hello. I'll
accidentally bump into you.

You'll never even
know I was here.

Excuse me?

Do you think this
peach looks like a butt?

There is no wrong answer.

- It looks a little like a butt, yeah.
- Right?

Huh.

Thank you.

Are you flirting?

I'd like to think you
are, but it's just... I can't.

I should also inform you that...

all peaches look like butts.

I should walk away.

Oh, yes. Well, thank
you for your honesty.

I might go out on a
limb and suggest that

bell peppers can be extremely
vaginal depending on how you cut them.

I hadn't noticed that, but I
definitely will now. Thank you.

Yeah, no problem.

Were you following me?

Shit.

I mean...

Truth. That is what
will shut this down, truth.

Not initially, but then,
yes. I was, completely.

- I am sorry if I seem skeevy.
- No.

I mean, you might've...

if you looked like a skeeve...

which I guess is me saying,
good choice showering today.

Good. I debated, so...

Hmm.

All right.

Oh.

You work here?

- The apron.
- Oh, yeah.

Will. I just
started in the cafe.

Me, too. I manage the kitchen. I
do most of the buying for the store.

I was just shopping
for my dinner.

Anyway, sorry. Love.

- It's my name, I mean.
- No.

Cool. It's nice to
meet you, Love.

No way.

Yeah.

I'll see you in the
break room then, Will.

No, not biting.

I'm not that guy anymore, and
I don't think I ever will be again.

I can't be. Love,
you are not for me.

Mooney's Rare
and Used this is not.

But, hey, who needs Cervantes
when you've got Chakra Clearing?

Ralph Waldo Emerson? No.

Reading The Akashic Records? Full shelf.
This is gonna be harder than I thought.

But this is the only safe
place for me right now.

No offense. You look
like you're ready to puke.

- Just tell me what you want.
- I'm getting to it.

Here you go.

Now you really look
like you're gonna puke.

Sorry. Excuse me.

Mmm.

Shit.

At least when I'm here,

it's less about the people,
more about the books.

Excuse me.

- Yeah. How can I help?
- How can you help? Yeah.

Can you tell me if this
Carl Jung book is vegan?

- Uh, if the book is...
- New here, huh?

Yeah, your apron
is, like, very fresh.

Does everyone in LA walk
around like they own the place?

You got me. I just
started this week.

The books are made from trees.
I'm pretty sure those are vegan.

I'm just messing
with you, old sport.

Forty.

- Calvin.
- Hey.

Did you tell our
new friend Will here

that it was Vegan
Author Month at the cafe?

- I will get Will on the right page.
- I know you will.

Will, I think you are
gonna do really well here.

I like your whole look. It's
very, um, "I've-read-a-book."

Calvin.

So that's...

Forty's parents own
the place, obviously.

Shit. He was
being cool just now,

but if he comes back
and it's still wrong...

I got it. Don't worry, Calvin.

Watch the register.

Hi.

Let me guess. Hurricane Forty?

- Yeah. Yeah, I guess so.
- Don't worry.

He almost never
actually fires anyone.

You know how some people are,
like, starring in their own movie?

Well, his is about a hilarious
misunderstood genius

working with idiots.

Right. One of those.

What? Do I have something...

Oh, no. I was just trying to
figure out what your movie is.

Uh, I think it might be the one

where the woman gets the guy
in trouble at work for slacking off.

I'm sorry. I got to go.
Thank you, though.

I cannot let you in.

Are you running away from me?

- What? No.
- I feel like you are.

- I don't think...
- Don't think.

We have about six minutes,
which I think we can make that work.

You like that?

Now say, "I like that, Love."

I like that, Love.

It's just you and me.

- What's wrong?
- I don't do this. Not anymore.

I don't fantasize to
some impossible version

of a woman I barely know.

It's not good. No.

It's hard to have a fresh start,
Love, when the past is on your mind.

Thank you.

Hang on one second.

Hello?

You don't think I have
your fucking number?

I'm not interested in
seeing you dead, Joe.

Truly.

Or turning you in, because, best
case, you go to prison forever.

- I'm hanging up.
- I wouldn't.

See, you'd go to prison as you.

You'd sit there for the rest of
your life thinking you're a good man.

I'm gonna show you
who you really are.

And when you see it,
you'll beg me to turn you in.

It's gonna be really fun
fucking destroying you.

And I deserve that.

Candace, listen to
me. You're insane.

Yeah, I figured you'd say that.

I'll see you soon.

It doesn't take a genius to hunt
someone if you really, really want to.

You see, that's another
thing I learned from you.

Bye, Joe.

I'm getting paranoid.

There's no way she found
me so soon. There's no way.

I won't let Candace
get in my head.

That's what crazy people
do. Make you crazy.

- Who asked you to film me?
- No one.

- It's just for fun.
- Not a good liar.

I'm not mad.

Just give me the phone.

You asshole. I was
making a movie for school.

Ellie.

Shit. Just a grown man who
put a hand on a teenaged girl.

All good, as long as I fix it.

Which I will do right after I fix
another thing I've gotta fix first.

Fuck. I'm starting to believe
in cosmic punishment, Love.

Not just punishment,
actual death.

If LA is hell, surely the
Hollywood DMV is the Ninth Circle.

Hi. I need a driver's license.

- ID and proof of residence?
- Yep. It's all there.

- Is everything okay?
- Slow system.

That is completely unacceptable.

Ma'am, come up to
the window, please.

Just wait. I'll fix this.

I know that voice.

Sir?

This woman has an appointment.

Just like I just had an appointment.
You just helped me five seconds ago.

What are the chances?

She has to come back with somebody
that can speak whatever she speaks.

Arabic? I mean, it's pretty common.
Excuse me. Does anybody speak Arabic?

- Anyone?
- I can.

Thank you, sir. Please, come
here. Nobody's gonna skip you, right?

Thank you, everyone.

See? Someone who can
help. Wasn't that hard to ask.

Some people, huh?

Okay, this is all in order.

You'll step over there
to take the written test.

Okay. Thank you.

Will. Kismet, right? I mean,
what are the chances?

I don't always cause a scene.

- I promise.
- That was pretty impressive.

Good, because I actually
frequently do cause a scene.

Well, I have to take this test.

Well, you got this. Here.

For luck.

Next in line,
please step forward.

Are you really who you seem to be?
Could anyone be that light and fearless?

You know, I didn't because
I promised myself I wouldn't,

but now it would be
weird not to, right?

You're kidding me.

Are you the only woman in Los
Angeles not showing off for strangers?

Speaks well of you,
but does make it trickier.

Unfortunately, I know
exactly what I need to do.

Ellie. Whoa, whoa,
whoa. Hey, hey, hey.

It's a new phone.
Since it's my fault you...

It's a little upgrade.

You're gonna be making
movies on the thing, right?

Cost a chunk of my rent,

and the more money I
need, the longer I stay,

but one problem at a time.

I guess that's Ellie
for "thank you."

- I didn't mean to scare you.
- You didn't.

Of course not.
I'm sorry, anyway.

I was trying to do
this whole vérité thing.

You know, like, uh...
You see Tangerine?

- I thought you were, like, hip.
- Honestly, I'm more of a book guy.

Why are you robbing your
eyeballs of all things that are good?

Tell you what. I'm
making you a list.

Like, how do you even
function in a world without art?

Don't say you get it in
books. Books take too long.

I'll make you a deal.

You make me that
list, I'll make you a list.

- Nothing long. I have a life.
- Okay.

Oh, my God. This
bitch's feed is so fake.

How do you know?

How do you know that
it's, uh... that it's fake?

I'm an American and
I'm 15. Why do you ask?

I thought you were too
good for the Internets.

Actually, I'm thinking of
joining. I'm just a private person.

Well, so am I.

It's why my page is about
my work, not my dumb face.

See?

- Can I...
- Yeah.

- This is great.
- Yeah, I know.

God. You really need
a sensei, don't you?

- Are you offering to help?
- What's in it for me?

- I'll owe you one.
- That'll work.

Okay, first thing to know about
being authentic and actually cool...

feeds that aren't lame
help people understand you.

But don't overshare,
like, your breakfast.

Unless, I don't know,
is breakfast your brand?

- I don't know that I have a brand.
- It's not that deep.

Your brand could be, like,

you have good taste in
whatever your thing is.

So go places, look. If
it's interesting, take a pic.

Don't filter, don't hashtag.
Hashtags are thirsty.

That's literally the handbook to
being dope in a sea of basic losers.

Which most people are.

Just lean into your thing, Will.

But in a not-try-hard yet
you're-low-key-fascinating kind of way.

That's how you get her
to fall in love with you.

- What?
- That's why you're doing it, right?

- You like someone.
- No.

That's the only reason
anyone posts anything.

- I don't like anyone.
- Okay.

The other reason
to post is revenge.

You have a nemesis?

I don't have a nemesis.

Don't take this the
wrong way, Will.

Please be not this boring
on your Instagram, okay?

- I will try my best.
- My secretary will bill you.

Thank you.

It's come to this. Get
online to blend in...

just long enough to get out
before Candace finds me.

Create a feed of my alleged
life while life happens around me,

but how would I know?

Not that there's much to see.

Friend requested.

Okay. The sun is nice.

Any place is probably beautiful
when you stop running for one second.

I just want to stop running,
Love. I want a home.

Mom?

- Mommy? Mommy?
- Joe. Baby.

- Right here.
- I was afraid you left.

I went to get
sunscreen. Come here.

It's nice here, right? We
should come here every summer.

It could be our home
away from home.

- You are home.
- Sure. We're home.

No. I mean, my home is you.

Me, too, Joey. Me, too, you.

Hey.

Go get some ice cream.

Then meet me back
at our favorite spot.

You know, the one from
yesterday. Remember?

And build me a sandcastle. Okay?

Mommy will be back
in just a few shakes.

Okay?

I'm an idiot.

Have I sunburned through
this T-shirt? How is that a thing?

Worth it. All worth it, Love.

Married. Married?

Hey, Brooklyn.

I know you're in there.

The happily-wed missus.

I'm sick.

You're a rookie with a
sunburn is what you are.

Calvin told me at
the store. Let me in.

I can help.

Do you have a medical license?

I'm serious, though.

You didn't need to come
all the way over here.

It's no problem. I live
right in the neighborhood.

All right.

- Is that salad dressing?
- No. It's apple cider vinegar.

May I?

- You want me to...
- Yes.

Trust me. In five minutes,
you're going to love me for this.

- Smells great.
- Shut up.

Are you okay? This must hurt.

Mmm.

It doesn't.

You felt that, too. But
you're married, so you're safe.

It's actually perfect.
Keep it light, breezy.

There. We'll give that a minute.

Okay, now I need
to ask you a question

that's deadly serious
and deeply personal.

- Okay.
- Is that 99-cent ramen?

- Yeah.
- No.

- Yeah.
- No, Will. No.

- You're an Angeleno now.
- I'm not, actually.

You know, you ex-New
Yorkers are the worst.

I mean, haven't you ever
fallen in love reading Joan Didion

or Raymond Chandler
or Francesca Lia Block?

You know, these...

- You've never read Joan fucking Didion.
- A little.

- She's next.
- No, you, you're missing out, okay?

This city is... It's a million
cities. It's... I mean...

- We're going. We're going.
- Where, exactly?

As many places as we need
to to convert you. Come on.

- Let's go.
- Okay.

- Come on, snob.
- All right, hang on a minute.

Need to get my jacket.

Okay. Just gotta lock up.

It's my favorite
place in the city.

I have this theory.

It's not my theory. It's the late,
great food writer Jonathan Gold's,

whose life mission was to
know Los Angeles the best way.

Through food.

And he said, "There exists
for each of us a perfect taco."

Point is...

Is it good?

We are gonna find
you your perfect bite.

- It's amazing.
- But is it perfect?

It's a taco.

We have more work to do.
Come on. Let's go. Come on.

Wait. Hang on. This?
You're telling me...

No, no, no. Come
on, come on, please.

You are going to love it.
It's going to be so worth it.

Okay.

Thank you.

- So you really didn't like it?
- No. No, no, no.

- I would bathe in that sauce.
- Stop lying to me.

I'll figure you out.
This is science.

Victories

Look better when
you've called it...

Misery's the moment
when I lost you

It's pleasure in a costume

Oh, so close. Inches away.

Okay. Research complete.

Final destination.

Let's hit it.

Let me tell you a little bit
about yourself, Will Bettelheim.

You are not a snob.

You're just old-fashioned.

You like things that are real,
made right by people who care.

You like strong flavors.

Gimmicks don't seduce you.
What seduces you is the real thing.

Therefore...

Roast chicken.
In cooking school,

they used to tell us that you
could tell everything about a cook

based on their roast chicken,
so I became a bit obsessive.

And you are gonna
benefit from that.

- You went to cooking school?
- Yeah. That's a long story.

Voilà.

Okay.

Make sure you have some skin
and carrot and some crispy potato,

and then rub it around
in the reduction a little bit.

- May I eat it?
- Yes, you may eat it.

I get it now.

Well?

It's everything I like, made
exquisitely, but what's perfect...

is you made it for me.

Is that you're speechless?

Perfect bite?

Perfect.

- It's perfect.
- Yes. I knew it.

You were tough,
but I am a champion.

Ugh...

Shit.

- I'm sorry. Did I say...
- No.

I have to tell you something, and
I'm just gonna come out and say it.

The community garden
that we walked by?

I got married there
three years ago.

Um...

We met in school and we
were young, but I just knew...

- I'm sorry if I sent the wrong signal...
- No, he's dead.

Yeah, conversation killer.

He got sick.

And they tried to figure it out.

But they did not.

- Love, I'm so sorry.
- No. No. It's...

It is what it is.

It was almost two years ago
now. And, like, look. My life's great.

And also, nobody
really understands.

I mean, who our age gets
married, let alone widowed?

It's, like, Victorian.

So, you know, people are nice...

but they can't really fathom
what I'm going through.

Yeah, it's lonely.

I can imagine.

Yeah, I know.

Ever since it happened, I've been
able to see this thing in people...

who've been through it.

I see that every time
I look in your eyes.

Yeah. You've felt it.

Real love.

Real loss.

Yeah.

Yeah, well...

Did you fall in love? LA?

Is it so terrible?

It's not terrible.

Good.

I got you a, um...

a parting gift.

Yeah, I thought about getting
you something happy, but...

Of course. Joan Didion.

Let's face it. What you're
more interested in is something

smart and complex.

A little dark. Right?

- That's what makes you feel at home.
- How do you know that?

Well, 'cause me, too.

I wanted to think
you don't know me.

You can't, but I'm not too
proud to say when I'm wrong.

And maybe I was wrong about
you, and maybe, even a bit, all of LA.

And all I can say is I hope
I'm also wrong about me.

Maybe I don't need to shut down forever.
Maybe I don't need to run away so fast.

And if that could be with you...

- Blow.
- Ellie.

God. It's from The Big
Lebowski. It's going on your list.

- It's 2:00 a.m. Does your sister...
- Oh, shut up, Dad.

She's right inside. I
just have insomnia.

From the 14 Frappuccinos.

Okay, sorry. I just
wanna make sure...

- Okay, Mr. Rogers, good night.
- Good night.

Oh, Will, someone came
by looking for you. Old friend?

Jesse. No. Jasper.

He said that you had something
that you wanted to give back

and that he'll be by.

Fuck.

- Thanks.
- Honestly, he seemed a little creepy.

What can I say, friend? I
have creepy taste in friends.

Ew!

Who is Jasper?

Why is he looking for you, Will?

How are we gonna take
care of this problem?

So here's the thing, Love.

Cut.

It wasn't easy for me to get
here, to buy myself a little time,

this slim chance at a new life.

And then I saw you.

And, you know, I really do believe
that things happen for a reason,

that all the hard stuff
and the craziness,

and frankly, my own mistakes,

they maybe all led
me here for a reason.

At least, I hope that's true.

Because I'm working as hard as
I can to make a fresh start here.

What the hell were
you thinking, Calvin?

Ray said to stock more fiction.

Yeah, he meant fiction that
people actually wanna read.

- Okay, well, I just figured that...
- What?

There's a human alive who wants
to read Crime and Punishment?

Look, dude, find a way to move
these or, uh, something's moving.

It's delicate, the whole thing.

I have this vacancy
on the first floor.

I like the second floor.

'Cause it's not just a new home.

It's a new me.

I live right in the
neighborhood.

Kismet, right? I mean,
what are the chances?

And when something like
that happens, when it's right,

you start to feel everything
aligning, like fate saying yes.

But again, delicate.

Anyway, this is a bad time, the
worst time, for a complication.

Maybe I should
run right now, Love.

But now I don't want to.

I need to figure out a way to
see this through, whatever it is...

with you.

You win, Love. I'll stay.