Resurrection

I really like him.

I just...

I don't know, sometimes he just...

he just makes these jokes that are kind of...

cutting.

Like...

kind of like he's making fun of me.

He makes jokes at your expense.

Um... well, I think he's just trying to be funny.

But, um, yeah, I don't know if I'm supposed to...

joke back or just...

Have you asked him to stop?

Yeah. Sort of.

And what did he say?

Um...

well, he said that I was being overly sensitive

and that they're just jokes.

So he continues even though he knows it hurts you.

Well, nobody else seems to mind, I guess.

But if he cares about you, he would stop.

You should tell him to stop.

I think he'd just say that...

it's my problem and I should just get over it.

Well, then tell him to fuck off.

This guy's a sadist, he likes to cut people down.

You can tell him that.

He'd just say I'm not getting the joke.

A sadist never understands why others

aren't enjoying his sadism as much as he is.

You should find someone who makes you feel good.

Can you do that?

Yeah.

Okay, yeah.

Okay.

See you tomorrow.

-Um, Margaret. -Hmm?

Can you just promise not to...

to say anything about this to anyone?

Of course not.

Fort Knox.

-Good night. -Good night.

-Good night. -Good night.

[peaceful classical music playing]

Abbie is out for the night.

How's the wife?

Fair.

I'm gonna go with "fair."

Mm-hmm. Could be worse.

Yeah, that's our motto.

We had that inscribed in our wedding bands.

Hmm.

Peter.

Mm-hmm.

Do you ever draw?

-Do I draw? -Yeah.

You know, drawing.

I mean, yeah.

Uh... Chloe likes me to draw with her sometimes.

Yeah?

The other day, she made me draw Peppa Pig, 47 times.

Yeah. I...

I made a drawing the other day.

A nude? Of me? A nude of me?

No, it was abstract,

a geometric thing.

Can I see it?

No.

I hadn't drawn anything

in 22 years.

I used to do it all the time.

Constantly, hours and hours.

Forget to eat,

forget where I was.

Never told me that.

Well, it's not really

very important.

So, what do you think, further sex,

or you got to get home?

Hey, wakey, wakey.

- -Time to get up.

If you get up, I'll make you breakfast.

Hell no.

Oh, thank you.

Steamroller?

No.

Hmm.

No! Mom, please stop!

Mom!

Good morning.

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Interns, you guys didn't hear that.

Hi, smidgen.

Seriously, Abbie?

Are you hungry?

I was gonna cook.

No need.

Well, you should eat something.

Are you having cereal?

Maybe.

Yeah, well, it's not a meal.

It's fine, I'm going to Lucy's in a little bit anyway.

You are?

Were you planning on telling me that you're going out?

I'm telling you now.

Yeah, but it would have been nice to know in advance.

You know, just a one-sentence text.

Is that too much of an ask?

I'll take it into serious consideration for next time.

-Come on, let me make you something. -Mom! It's fine!

I'll just get something with Lucy.

They always have...

snack bars at these orgies, anyway.

Wanna see something?

Um... I don't know.

Do I?

What the...? Oh, my God.

Abbie, is that your tooth?

No, it is, in fact, not my tooth.

What on Earth is it?

I don't know, I found it in my wallet.

You found it-- What are you talking about?

Seriously, just like appeared in the change pouch today.

Look, it's got like...

tartar on it and shit.

Well, where the hell did it come from?

Smidge.

Promise me that you'll be careful on your own at school.

Gonna be reckless, ma.

Some frat guy hands me a pill, I'm just gonna take it.

No questions asked.

That's not funny.

Sorry it's not funny.

Now, let's get busy. Come on, Jean-Louis.

- -Come along. Oh, that's fine.

-Who gets your vote? - Scobie.

-He's the one who objected. -Hello.

I'll take Tex's room here and Gideon's.

You take Jean-Louis with you...

Oh, really?

Well, my friend, you're in luck.

They've got these, uh...

rustic individual bungalows in the middle of the woods.

- -I'll send you a link.

What, in New Hampshire?

-Yeah. -Mm-hmm.

It's quaint, it's maximum quaintness.

I'm listening.

I figure we can go up on...

-Mm-hmm. -...uh...

on Friday night.

- -

Hi, Mom.

Oh, smidge.

Hey. Hey.

Honey.

It's no big deal.

Yeah. How'd it happen?

Riding bikes with Lucy.

You don't know how to ride a bike.

Yeah, you never let me.

I let you. It's just...

it's dangerous, that's all.

Evidently.

Had you been drinking?

A little bit.

Okay.

All done.

Mom, can you please stop tucking me in?

You have nothing, nothing to be scared of.

-I'm not scared. -No, I know.

It's just, everything is going to be all right.

I know.

Look, I'm...

I'm sorry that I didn't respond to your text sooner.

I was at work and my phone was in the other room.

I know. It's fine.

No, it's not fine. It's stupid, it's just stupid.

Jesus, Mom, if you're gonna eat shit about this,

can you please do it in the other room?

I'm kind of sleepy from bleeding all evening.

Abbie, what the hell?

Sorry.

Don't curse, please.

So I said, "Can't you just do this one thing for me?"

And, uh, he asked what he'd get in return.

And then what happened?

I said he'd be happier

knowing that I'm happy.

Was that enough?

No.

He wanted me to...

to do something for him.

Things for him.