Z: The Beginning of Everything

Scott, it's adorable.

Look at us.

Our own little corner house,

just like real marrieds.

Max really came through.

All right.

Oh. No, no.

Just like real marrieds.

Oh.

They forgot the furniture.

Or we did.

This is not the Biltmore.

Smell that sea air.

Our very own kitchen.

It's a clean slate.

Now there's a metaphor.

It's exactly what we need.

Yes.

Who needs possessions?

We're free of everything.

I feel lighter already.

Oh, Scott, look.

There's your water, darling.

Oh, Scott.

How beautiful.

So much for a little thing.

Whoo!

It's so quiet.

Hmm.

Thank God for our lucky hammock,

heroically saving us

from the cold, hard ground.

Do any two people work better together

than we do?

Hmm. Nobody's got a right to live but us.

That's a delightfully morbid thought.

I don't think it's morbid at all.

I think it's as bright as they come.

Full of hope and potential,

like a new book.

Starting tomorrow,

you'll fill this house with your words,

and I will be the perfect wife

and make this house a beautiful home.

Hello, boys. Come on in.

Isn't this the best place to start?

Upstairs, room to your right.

Yes, ma'am.

Maybe I'll learn.

Wonderful.

Off to battle. Wish me well.

Oh, damn.

Where are my shirts?

This business of laundry:

you wash a thing,

then you have to wash it again

and again and again and again.

I ask you, what is the point?

Let's not wear any clothes.

We're at the beach. Who needs them?

We certainly don't. We're clean.

Not polished pan clean like Townsend.

We're different.

We're blowy clean,

like rivers and streams.

Blowy clean.

What?

I won't wear any, then.

- Hello? - Tilde.

Zelda, what is it? What's wrong?

There's nothing wrong. Why does something have to be wrong?

You're phoning me, aren't you?

The telephone is for communication

of importance or urgency.

Well, I urgently need some company.

Scott's been writing night and day.

Luddy has forsaken me.

Please say you'll come visit.

Do you hear what I'm contending with?

Hmm. Well, don't bring the children, then.

Zelda, my hands are more than full,

and yours should be, too. You're married.

It's time you and Scott had a baby.

It's the natural order of things.

Might be for everyone else.

Zelda, I'm at a loss, sister.

Now call your neighbors in.

Uh, Zelda, I...

I have to hang up the phone. I'm sorry.

Henry, get over here.

I told you not to get wet.

Out of the water.

No dessert for you. Come on. We're going home.

Henry.

Let's go.

- Scott... - I was in the middle of the thought.

I'm sorry. I j...

Could you perhaps knock?

Come in.

Goofo, I'm losing my mind.

The house, the work of it.

I hate cooking.

Is this really what we wanted?

Let's go into the city.

Haven't we just left?

That was ages ago.

- It was a week. - Maybe for you in here,

but not for me.

Without the sun to remind me,

I'd hardly know where one dull day ends

and the next begins.

I... I have to finish...

I know you're working on your novel,

but can't we have a little fun?

Surely you've earned a break by now.

We'll go,

and we'll come right straight back.

You can't tell me you don't want to see this body

in feathers and pearls.

You're right. I can't.

But I can't stop now,

not when I'm in the middle of it.

You understand, don't you, darling?

Zelda, what the devil is that sme...

Oh, shit. Aah!

Hot!

Did you not see this?

It's just a little grease.

It'll burn itself out. It always does.

What is the matter with you?

It's out now.

Do you have to make such a fuss?

Yes! You do realize that we don't own this house.

Look at this place. It's a mess.

And I'm working myself to the bone.

On what? What are you writing?

You never show me anything anymore.

Because I don't have anything to show.

I'm writing.

I sit there, and I'm writing.

So please, can you just...

try and not send everything up in flames.

Excuse me.

Hello, Mrs. Fitzgerald.

I am Tanaka Fujimori

from the Japanese Reliable Employment Agency.

Tana...

Tanaka.

You can call me Tana.

Easier. More American.

Oh.

Mr. Scott hired me.

He says you need help.

Well, who doesn't?

It's okay, Mrs. Fitzgerald.

Tana's here now.

Do you need something, Mrs. Fitzgerald?

No. I'm fine.

Good evening, Mrs. Fitzgerald.

Oh. Hello, Tana.

Mr. Scott says you only like plain food.

Plain chicken, plain rice.

Would you tell Mr. Scott...

Would you tell Scott we're ready for dinner?

No.

Mr. Scott is eating dinner

in his study tonight.

Oh.

I'll take his try in, then.

Mrs. Fitzgerald, please, sit.

Eat.

No. I'll take him his tray.

Mr. Scott asked me.

He's working.

This is Kamo Rosu... roast duck.

Mm. I'd say well done, Tana,

but the meat's too damn tender.

Does he have to be so perfect?

Mm?

Tana.

He never stops moving,

except for that damn flute.

Uh, Tana's a wonder.

We should have hired him the minute we got here.

You said it yourself.

You don't want to cook and clean.

No. I don't. But...

what am I supposed to do?

Whatever you like.

You're the lady of the house.

Lady of leisure.

My apologies, Maryann.

I've been remiss in inviting our neighbors to call.