Gush

Stop, stop.

What?

What?

Did I hurt you?

No.

I'm sorry, my mind was somewhere else.

God damn it, Sally.

Don't.

Don't what?

Look at me.

I'm sorry.

You're never gonna be the same, are we?

We will, we'll get there.

Do you even remember the last time we tried

Let's try again.

No.

Wake up.

Come on.

You hungry?

I have bacon and eggs.

Come on, you gotta eat something.

Did you write something?

That's nice.

No.

Oh, what the hell?

It's 10 in the morning.

Only alcoholics drink at 10 in the morning.

Eat.

Sally.

Eat.

I'm sorry.

You always are.

You leaving me?

Nope.

You're leaving.

What?

I talked to Owen.

You talked to my publisher?

What else am I supposed to do?

This isn't fun anymore.

You didn't tell him anything.

I didn't tell him anything that he doesn't need to know.

Said he has a little place in the middle of nowhere.

He loans it out to a lot of writers.

It has a computer, nice writing room.

I can't write that stuff anymore.

Then don't.

Don't write what Owen wants. Write...

...anything, something life-affirming,

write from your heart, something that

I don't know.

Anything.

Just, I can't do this anymore.

I want you back.

I miss you.

Good lord.

Fuck, spiders.

Spiders, no.

Oh.

Darling!

What the fuck, Owen?

What do you mean what the fuck?

I thought you were sending me to a cute cabin getaway,

not the Texas Chainsaw Murder House.

Hey, I know it's not the Hilton,

but it will give you inspiration.

It'll give me tetanus.

And Kevin said there was a computer here.

All I see is an old typewriter.

Are you kidding me?

It's not that old.

Might as well be a printing press, Owen.

I could have brought my laptop.

Computers are so distracting.

I sent you there so that you could be distraction free.

Trust me, you'll thank me later.

A lot of people have written some great things

with that very same type- writer over the years, Sally.

Yeah, well, I'm sure I can buck the trend.

Darling, negativity does not become you.

Well, one day we're gonna meet face to face, Owen,

and you're gonna see just how wrong

you are about that remark.

Meeting face to face is nothing like being

inside your head, my dear.

I know your work.

Yeah, well, about that.

I don't know if I wanna write horror anymore.

I'm not sure if I have it in me.

But you're so good at it.

I mean, it's a surefire win with that trilogy.

We have a built-in audience.

I've changed.

Look, find a way to use your feelings

and channel them into your writing.

And let the cabin and woods in- spire you.

Just do it for your--

Do it for your fans.

Owen.

Owen.

Great.

Aw, kitty.

Let's see if I can remember how to use this piece of shit.

Death's End.

Cause I am sure as hell not writing another one.

God.

Suck, suck, suck, suck.

It's quitting time.

Mm-hmm.

Suck!

Nobody knows the

Nobody knows

Can I help you?

Hi, you live here?

No, I'm just staying here for a little while

somebody else owns the place, why?

I watch over the trailer park over there

during the off season, doing our jobs,

landscaping, stuff like that, and I couldn't help but

notice that you could use a mow here.

Maybe a couple other things.

I could do it for about $50.

Tell you what, let me go get a paper and a pen

and you can write your number down,

I'll give it to the guy who owns the place.

I mean, it'd have to be his decision.

Okay.

Let me just go get that.

Here you go.

Thank you.

So, uh, you're here all alone?

No, no, my husband's sleeping, he's kind of

Hmm, husband, huh?

Well, having a nice little getaway, I imagine.

Yeah, a little peace and quiet.

I appreciate you getting my number to the guy.

Don't mention it.

Y'all take care.

We will.

Poor baby.

Hey.

Wait!

I just wanna talk to you.

I'm Sally.

Sally Harkley?

Fuck this.

Did you get any writing done today?

No, but I entertained a dirty hillbilly,

buried a dead cat, and chased a psycho

I must be out of my frickin' mind.

The hell?

Hello?

Hey, just checking on you.

You make it through the night?

Yeah.

Are you okay?

You sound a little out of breath.

Uh, yeah.

I just chased this strange woman into the woods.

What?

Yeah, she was out in the backyard,

and I think she was watching me yesterday.

Are you serious?

Like, just call the police?

And tell them what?

I mean, she didn't really do anything.

Who's that?

Huh?

That woman laughing.

Oh, uh, no, we just actually landed this big client

this afternoon, and just, everybody decided to go

Kevin, let's get out of here.

Lisa, I'm on the phone with my wife.

What's going on?

Nothing.

Babe, sorry.

You know what, I'll call you back, okay?

I'm just gonna settle up here.

Give me a break.

I just need a break.

Sorry about that.

About what?

Jesus, I don't know.

About everything.

It's okay.

Are you sure?

Yeah.

Yeah, maybe you're right.

Maybe I should call the cops.

Yeah, I mean, do whatever you need to do to be safe,

I love you.

I love you too.