Sensitive Skin

I know that it's been six months and I should be further along, but...

- It's the grief. - It doesn't stop.

Everywhere I look, there's a memory.

There are buyers for my condo, which means that I will be truly homeless.

Wow, this place is one of a kind. So are you.

I'm so sick of crying. This is the last time.

S02E02 Three Lost Loves

- Hey, Jerry. - Hey gorgeous, how you doing?

- Have fun, huh? - Thank you.

Hey, you're the one with the... the couch on her dock.

That's the only thing I know about you.

Well, there's nothing really to know.

You're new to the island, right?

You can't get home without passing by me,

so I'll know your secret soon enough.

- I don't have any secrets so... - Everyone's got secrets.

That guy? Two wives.

And they've both been on this ferry on the same day.

Well, I didn't really need to know that, and I have no secrets.

- We'll see about that. - No, we won't see, really. None.

Davina Jackson.

Nice pic.

Hey, you made it.

Excellent.

Can I help you?

Oh, my God!

- What happened? - I don't know, he just fell!

- He just fell? - Yes!

Well, did you hit him?

Of course not! Why would I hit him?

People move to the island, they start drinking.

You drunk?

It's 10 o'clock in the morning and I did not hit him.

I've never seen this man before in my life.

- Davina. - Uh... Ed?

Narcolepsy, isn't that when you, you know, with dead people?

No.

No, that's necrophilia. No, this is when you fall asleep suddenly.

It's due to a deficiency in the neurotransmitter hypocretin,

- they think. It's a medical condition. - Oh, right. Of course.

As opposed to a psychological condition, which is what I'm guessing

feeling compelled to sleep with dead people is.

So, apart from randomly falling asleep, how are things?

- Good. I'm married. - Oh!

- You know her. - I do?

She'd die if you didn't. Sarah Thorn.

Oh, the radio host! My husband did her show.

- Oh, she's tough. - You have no idea.

- Who's your husband? - Oh, my...

late husband, I should have said. Al Jackson.

Oh, I am so sorry to hear that.

Yeah, it was six months ago. It's been hard.

I should probably warn you that if you're gonna get emotional,

- then that could trigger an episode. - I'm not.

Well, you can if you want, it's just we should probably

move to the grass or something.

- No, no, I'm fine. - OK. Good.

Populus canadensis, or Canadian poplar.

It's kind of the bastard child of the American black poplar,

but it grows taller faster, which I find encouraging, for some reason.

Is this a hobby?

No, I'm a botanist now. I should have said.

- A narcoleptic botanist. - The only one, I'm guessing.

I do nature walks as a public service that no one requires.

I should join you on one of your walks. I just moved here, it's...

- it's a strange place filled with... - Weirdos, yeah.

- That's an island thing. - How long have you lived here?

Oh no, we live in Rosedale. I'm just here a lot

because Sarah teaches a class at the community center.

Developing your Voice. The Thorn Technique.

She... she teaches a voice class? On the island?

Yeah, it's not really a voice class. This is it.

- Wayne, what shape is this? - A square.

And what shape did I ask you for? Let me give you a hint.

It is the exact opposite, geometrically speaking,

- to a square. - A... circle?

Yes. Now round off those corners and clean out your ears.

- In that order. - Ahem!

- Oh, Ed! I'd kill for a Red Bull. - Certainly.

But first, I would like you to say hello to an old friend of mine.

- Oh! Sarah Thorn. - Davina.

- Davina, Davina Davis. - Well, actually, it's Jackson.

Right, of course.

- Because Davina... - Jackson?

I took my husband's name.

Oh. Really? Why?

Uh, well, it simplified things,

- I suppose. - Guess if you had yourself branded,

it would've simplified things even more.

Didn't feel like branding.

Where is Massa Jackson?

I'd like to meet him and give him a piece of my mind.

Actually, he's dead.

Oh.

Well, I'm sorry.

Did I know him?

Al Jackson.

Al Jackson, the columnist. You had him on the show.

Oh my God!

You were married to Al Jackson?

- Yeah, that's what I... - Shut up, Ed.

OK.

Nobody tells you about this part,

how the mail keeps coming.

Oh God. Credit card application.

Stop.

He's dead."

It's such a pain in the ass canceling in the first place.

I had to take his death certificate to the bank.

Should've canceled it online.

I don't have his account password.

- I can't even get into his laptop. - Why?

It's password-protected too. Sam...

Honestly, you're bugging me.

Oh, sorry.

- Can't get into his laptop? - No.

Because of a password?

- What are you trying not to say? - Well, you were married

to him for 30 years, you can't figure out the password?

- I haven't tried. - Really?

That's... interesting.

Oh, for God's sake, Sam, what?

Al was on his laptop 24 hours a day.

He even had it in the hospital room with him, right?

I mean, Davina, these modern devices, they record everything.

They're like little maps to our psyche.

Browser history, emails, porn...

I mean, aren't you curious

about what he was thinking, what he was working on?

I mean, he's a writer! He could have the great Canadian novel

on that thing.

He would've told me. He told me everything.

Then why did he have his laptop password-protected?

I'm just saying.

Did you know that they recently banned cigarettes

in American federal prisons? Did you know that, dearest?

- No. - And the thing is, dearest,

there was an unexpected consequence to the prohibition.

Can you guess what? Can you guess, dearest?

Well, not if it's unexpected.

Prison currency changed

from cigarettes to... to...?

- Sex? - Oh, well...

No, I hadn't... No, I think sex is taken

as opposed to traded in those... Gee, I don't know.

- Coffee. - Ah!

Coffee as currency, just like in Arabia

in the first century after Christ.

And furthermore, I'm boring the shit out of you.

- No! - Yes.

No, no, no,

you're not boring the shit out of me. I'm just reading my magazine.

- I overshare, I know, it's a flaw. - Oh, it's a beautiful thing.

It's what I love about you. You're... you're an open book.

And nothing's sexier than an open book, right?

Well, I want you to know I have shocking,

dark, fascinating secrets,

and when I'm gone, "Al Jackson...

I never really knew him."

Hi.

Davina, right?

Ed told me that you work in a gallery

that's about to show Fannie Gadouas' art,

and I'm gonna do a special show about the rise

of the vagina in contemporary art, and...

well, I thought I'd better stop by and have a look.

Uh, the opening is a few days away.

I'm a big fan of your show. I would be happy

- to show you the work. - No, thank you.

I'd prefer Davina.

She's extraordinary.

Like Judy Chicago, but without the veil

- of sentiment. - Uh-huh.

This one... so current.

If ever there was a time to celebrate the bush,

- it'd be right now. - I, uh...

- Sure. - Look, I didn't really come here

- to talk to you about vaginas. - All right.

I want to do something,

you know, for you.

To help you. You're still in mourning.

- I... - It's obvious. You should...

you need to take my class. Free of charge, of course.

- But this is a voice class... - Yes.

Why would I offer a voice class on the island?

Yeah, I was wondering that.

Because it's not a voice class.

And because the island is populated by people

who want to get as far away from the world as they can

while still claiming to be part of it, and...

I think you're one of those people.

Think about it.

So, are you interested in buying anything?

No, thank you. I already have one.

In this class,

you will find your real voice

and learn how to use it effectively,

which may or may not lead to a successful career

in journalism or animation

or commercial voice-over.