Sorry, Baby (2025) Movie Script
1
Oh, my God! Hi!
Fuck,
it's fucking cold!
Ahhh!
-You made it!
-I made it!
-I missed you!
-Oh, my God, I missed you,
-I missed you!
-Yay!
Help me, it's fucking cold!
I cannot believe you
still live here.
Yeah, well,
you say that every time.
I can't feel
my fucking hands, ah!
- Shit me.
- Let me take that.
-Let me take that.
-It's really heavy.
Yeah, fuck, it is heavy.
Did you bring me presents?
Oh, no, just like eighteen
pairs of socks.
I have socks.
Yeah, but your feet
are huge, babe.
Ow! It's really heavy.
Oh, my God.
- This is what I think.
- Yeah.
When you are having sex
with a guy...
Yeah.
-Sometimes--
-Mhmm.
They are saying stuff like,
"You like that."
Mhmm.
You like that.
Mhmm. What is that, even?
Right.
Oh, that's deep.
I think-- I think they mean
you like...
-That.
-That.
-Yeah. "You like my dick."
-Or that.
But it's like, they like,
it's like,
also their dick
is their whole self.
So they're like,
"Do you like the dick?
Do you like me?"
-"Do you love me?"
-"Do you love me!"
"And I am fucking you--
-with my dick."
-Right.
And sometimes it's like--
Don't.
No, sometimes it's like...
Oh, God.
Sometimes it's like--
Kinda.
-No. It is.
-It's like--
Sometimes it's like
you leave your mind
and you're like,
seeing it from, like,
-perspective behind.
-Inside their brain.
Your butt looks weird.
Sometimes it's like-- right!
So, are you gonna
let me read it?
Yeah.
But it's not done.
It's not even a proper draft.
But it's a draft.
It's definitely
a draft.
Is it still about
gay New York stuff?
Yeah,
but now it's, like,
dark and like psychological,
but also funny.
I will need
to read that.
Ahoy!
Is that guy
talking to us?
Ugh, I think
he just said, "Ahoy."
Ahoy there, neighbor!
Ahoy!
Ugh, he's in our spot.
Fuckin' hell.
I wish
you still lived here.
Yeah.
Or closer, at least.
Yeah, I wish you lived
closer to me too.
I like it here, though.
Are you sure?
Why?
It's a lot, right?
Still being here.
Well, it's a lot to be
wherever.
Yeah. That's true.
School was like--
Ugh, Grad school was... Ugh.
Exactly.
Do you miss me even
though you're married?
Yes, I miss you even
though I'm married.
Married.
-Ugh.
-So grown up.
It's so grown up.
Hey! Hey, you over there!
I'm married!
I'm in a union that
the state knows about!
My dad is divorced.
- Oh, that's sad.
- Um...
That's okay.
Well, what do we do now?
You're alone.
I don't care whether
I'm alone or not.
It's my right.
It's your right.
What do you want?
I say he's guilty.
I wanna
hear your arguments.
I gave you my--
Ew.
Yes...
Oh.
-Hi.
-Hi.
-Can I help you?
-Uh, no. I'm sorry.
Do I have the wrong house?
No. This is the right house.
- Are you...
- Wait.
No. No.
Oh, no. No, no, no, no.
This is the house,
yeah.
- Are you looking for Agnes?
- Yes, yeah.
Gavin!
-Agnes.
-Lydie.
Oh, you're Lydie. Oh, my God!
Okay, I am so sorry,
this is the weekend.
Yeah.
-Ah.
-My mistake.
No problem.
Gavin is my neighbor.
Gavin, you actually
live over there.
Oh, yes. I live there.
-Oops.
-That's okay.
Sweet dreams, Gavin.
God bless your lost soul,
and have a good night.
-It's nice to meet you, Lydie.
-You too.
He's cute.
-Who?
-You're fucking him.
No, I'm not.
-You're fucking your neighbor.
-No, I'm not.
You're fucking your neighbor
named Gavin.
You are.
I'm not. I'm not.
- No. I'm not.
- You are fucking him.
- I'm not.
- You're fucking Gavin!
-Agnes.
-Mhmm.
I need to talk to you
about something.
Okay.
Okay. So it's about my body.
Oh, your body is perfect.
Oh, thank you.
But, um, I didn't mean it
like that.
Okay...
So I have a baby in me.
-You do?
-Yeah.
What? Right now?
Right now.
-Yeah.
-What?!
Oh, my God.
Oh, my God.
Your body is a miracle.
Oh, my God.
Are you scared?
Yeah, yeah.
Oh, but are you glad?
Yeah, yes. It's good.
Like, I wanted it, obviously.
Like, we tried
a million times.
Yeah. You did want it.
-Yeah.
-Lydie...
Are you gonna name it Agnes?
Oh.
Yeah. I don't know.
I don't know.
Try and think about it.
Wow.
So it must have
been good sperm.
Yeah.
Thank God for that
random, tall white guy's
good sperm.
Maybe I should
have his babies too
and then they can be brothers.
Well, he's pretty
hard to track down, so.
Well,
we have his picture,
so we could look him up.
Can I touch it?
Yeah.
I don't really feel anything.
That's because it's not
like a baby yet.
How old is it?
Ten weeks?
So probably really small.
Yeah.
What, like a mouse maybe?
How big is a mouse?
Oh, it's smaller than that.
Wow, smaller than a mouse.
Don't tell anyone
tonight about--
Oh, don't worry.
I never tell secrets
unless I feel it is a secret
I really wanna tell.
That is not reassuring, babe.
I don't wanna go.
No!
No, we have to.
Natasha will kill me.
I feel like... I feel like
she's, like, rude,
like, tonally.
Oh, she definitely
has a very rude tone.
Right?
She's got a really rude tone.
Are you afraid?
-Yeah.
-For the pain?
Yeah.
But also because
it's like, a person.
I wanna make
a really good person.
You're gonna make
a good person.
It's gonna hurt so bad.
Oh, my God, it seems like
it hurts so bad!
No! Don't say that.
I'm allowed to say that,
you're not allowed
to say that.
Blah, blah, blah.
Doesn't matter.
Short story is,
we got the house,
but we had to pay, like,
significantly more
than we wanted to.
Do you like this house?
My house?
I, I do. Yeah. Oh, my God.
The wood-- it's gorgeous.
It's rich.
Like dark.
- Yeah.
- What are you gonna put in it?
- In our house?
- Yeah.
Uh-- our couch,
our bed,
Benny's parents' dresser.
-All your stuff.
-Yes. Exactly.
That makes sense.
You're like a fully
fledged adult now.
Guys, how long has it been
since, like, we've hung out?
I'm just sort of like...
Hi.
Is it three years since
we graduated?
-Four, I think.
-Oh, my God, is it four years?
Yeah.
Time really does fly.
Time really does fly.
But not for me
or Agnes probably,
since we're still here,
still at the school.
You're still
at your same house.
That little house.
But time probably flies
for the three of you who left.
-New York.
-Yeah, yeah. New York.
Wow.
Good for you.
Um, but it's a trip
being back.
I drove past the campus
on my way to Agnes',
and I just got, like,
full body chills
when I saw the library.
The library. Lydie, no.
-Please.
-You know what I mean?
I have, like, deeply ingrained
stress from that place.
Yeah, Grad school was wild.
I honestly feel like
I worked on that thesis
for like, a decade.
Yeah. This one time, um--
on the third floor
in a private room,
I almost paper cut
my face open with my copy
of Little Dorrit just
so I could go to the hospital
and have a good night's sleep.
I didn't do it,
but I thought about it.
Yeah, sometimes I have
nightmares
where my thesis is like
all blank pages,
and then I eat the pages.
Oh, my God, that's so sad.
Yeah. It is really sad, huh.
So, Agnes, it was really
that easy for you?
No story? Nothing to share?
Well, it's not Agnes' fault
that Decker liked her best.
No,
it wasn't her fault,
but, um, it pissed me off.
Um...
This fish is amazing.
What's-- what's in it?
Fish.
Uh-- well, how is it,
you two?
You're the teachers now.
I am still part time,
but I think I'm gonna teach
a class next semester--
which they haven't said
is what's gonna happen,
but it could.
- Yeah, it could.
- No. It will.
Yeah. Yes.
It, it will.
Well, we have news
in the English department.
Agnes? Agnes has big news.
Bathroom. Sorry.
Agnes is now
a full-time teacher.
She took Wilkinson's spot.
Filled the spot.
Agnes is like super young
to be full-time faculty.
Yeah, she's like the youngest
in fifty years, that bitch.
I'm kidding.
There's a bone.
What?
In the fish.
There's, like, a bone in
the fish that you served me.
Sorry.
No, it's-- it's fine.
It's just like maybe
you should, like,
debone it a little bit better
before you serve it to people.
Hello, my baby.
Oh, you're a baby.
I love you. I love you.
Oh, you wanna get down?
Okay. I'll put you down.
You leave the house, right?
Yeah. I leave the house.
I go to work.
I have a job, Lydie.
But--
you're still
in the same office.
Yes.
Agnes, you said that
you were gonna switch.
Well, I-- I didn't wanna
have to explain
why it's weird for me
to be in that office.
Maybe you should say
there's mold or something.
Maybe.
Do you want me
to call them and say
there's a dead animal
in the wall?
You are an angel
from heaven, but no.
It's like, I just got the job.
I don't even know
if I should have the job.
Agnes.
I don't wanna complain
about my office,
which is technically huge,
and there's a lot of light,
and I can see why he liked it.
Anyways, yes,
I leave the house.
Agnes...
don't...
die.
I'm not gonna die.
If I was gonna kill myself,
I would have done it
like last year--
or the year before.
Ugh. Or, like, definitely
the year before.
Agnes.
No. I'm not gonna die.
Let me return the sentiment.
You please don't die.
Lydie--
You're having a little baby.
I know.
You're gonna take such
good care of your little baby.
-I won't die.
-Please don't die.
No, you please don't die.
Do you wanna say hello?
Hi.
I'm Agnes.
I'm your mommy.
Lydie and Fran may tell you
otherwise, but heed my words.
-I'm your mother.
-Agnes!
-Do it properly.
-Yeah. All right.
Hi. I'm Agnes.
I'm not your mommy.
I am your mommy.
Oh, for goodness sake.
I felt it kick.
No, you didn't.
Are you gonna-- Thank you.
Don't go.
Hey.
I'll see you soon.
When?
Come to New York.
I've got an extra bed.
Tell Fran that I hate them.
-No.
-No, I don't hate them.
I know, babe.
-Love you.
-Love you.
Um, no.
Come soon.
Not because of, like,
not because I'm gonna
kill myself, but just--
Just...
don't wait so long
to come back.
Okay.
Okay.
Fuck!
Fuck!
What is happening?
-What's happening?
-Oh, my God!
I hate school!
School fucking sucks!
My brain feels like
it's on fire.
Like I'm gonna fucking die!
I just realized, babe,
no one gives a fuck
about Ted Hughes.
No, everyone cares
about Ted Hughes.
No, no, no.
I can't believe this.
I spent two years
writing about a guy.
I don't even fuck guys with
my eyes open anymore.
I just close my eyes
and imagine women.
Do you wanna talk about that?
About what?
Nothing.
Okay, I'm here.
Sorry, I'm here.
Did we do it?
Barely.
-Devin?
-Yes, I did.
I am so sorry.
I don't really procrastinate,
so this wasn't like
a whole thing for me.
That's okay.
Keep showing off,
it'll get you places.
Lydie.
I'm Lydie.
Did you finish?
Uh, yeah, um--
Yeah, but the thing is,
like, don't be mad.
I did finish it.
The last page is, like,
a copy and paste extract of...
"Slouching Towards Bethlehem"
that I didn't write.
- Yates or Didion?
- Didion.
Always Didion.
Uh-- Hey,
you know what?
I'm supposed to be your
mentor, helper, whatever.
I'm just here to make sure
it happens.
I did mine.
Okay. Good. That's--
that's great, Natasha.
Lydie, you think you
can finish by Wednesday?
Get me your draft minus
the Joan by then?
Yeah, again--
Sorry about that.
Are you gonna read mine?
Of course. That's my job.
Are you gonna ask
Agnes if she did hers?
Yeah.
Agnes...
How'd yours go?
Fine. I did it.
Can't wait to read.
But you're gonna read
mine too though, right?
Yes.
Why am I still working
on this?
Because you didn't finish it.
No offense.
Stop bragging.
I'm not bragging.
Your legs are on the wall.
So?
Well, if I'd finished it,
my legs would be
on the wall too,
but I haven't.
So, my legs
aren't on the wall.
Okay. I will take them down.
What?
You should fuck him.
I don't wanna fuck him.
-Really?
-Yes.
Well, if you don't
wanna fuck him,
definitely don't fuck him.
I won't.
I think he wants to fuck you.
-Really?
-Yeah.
-Well, that sucks.
-Why?
Do you think that's why
he's telling me I'm smart?
No, I think he's telling you
you're smart
because you're really smart.
Okay.
What would you say though--
if he asked you to fuck him?
I would say no.
I would be upset if he asked.
I get that.
I get that.
I would say no--
but thank you.
Come on in.
Hi.
Agnes, hi.
Thanks for meeting with me.
Thanks for meeting with me.
Are you working on something?
I mean--
No. Not, not--
not really.
Well, now you have to tell me.
Why?
Because now I know too much.
Uh, yeah, okay. Um--
I'm writing a book.
-A book?
-A book.
A long book?
-Medium.
-Good.
Why?
Well, long is like...
okay, we get it.
Right. And short is like...
Why did you even
write a book?
Yeah, well, even though
this is medium...
-The perfect length.
-Yeah.
I have to say it is horrible,
and every time I look at it,
I wanna kill myself.
Mm.
Well, there actually
have to be books like that
so that we can distinguish
which books are really
the good books.
Yes.
I'm doing a public service
by writing a shit book.
Well,
if it helps at all,
I liked your first novel.
I liked how fucked up
it was and--
how it made me feel
like there's a reason,
even if I can't see it,
that I'm alive.
And it didn't feel
like fiction,
which I think is a compliment
in this case.
And...
I think about it all the time
when I'm doing other stuff,
like eating ice cream
or looking out the window.
Thank you.
Thank you.
Okay, uh...
Um...
Enough about me.
I read your thesis.
You read it really fast.
Yeah, well, I, uh--
to be honest,
I couldn't put it down.
Someone glue your hands to it?
What?
-Oh--
-I'm sorry.
Makes basically no sense.
No, it does.
Um...
Yeah.
-Anyway, so, uh...
-Yeah.
This whole section
from page three through seven,
I find to be absolutely just--
extraordinary.
Really.
Sorry.
Sorry, my ex is a prosecutor,
which--
Oh, wow, the law.
Yeah. My ex-wife...
loves the law.
She's in court, my kid's sick.
I have to--
I've gotta run.
-Fuck, sorry.
-Oh, that's okay.
You should have
my full attention,
and frankly,
this paper deserves that.
-We can reschedule for later.
-Yeah, that's fine.
All right, I gotta--
I'll text you.
-Okay.
-I'll, uh...
Sorry I have to run like this.
-Oh, that's okay.
-Oh, actually,
you should look at this.
I just got it.
First edition
To The Lighthouse.
Wow, wow. Thank you.
Yeah.
Can I touch it?
-Yeah.
-Okay.
All right.
We are asked
to reckon with the idea
that taking his life,
taking flight from
the corporeal existence,
is perhaps for Milkman
a transcendence
and not a tragedy.
Milkman feels he is returning
to his ancestral home.
-Agnes.
-Hi.
Great. Okay. Uh...
Thanks for coming last minute.
Sorry, it's my house.
-Hope that's okay.
-Yeah, yeah, no problem.
Don't worry, my--
my kid's with my ex.
It's all good.
-Uh, come on in.
-Okay.
Oh, do you mind
taking your boots off?
Oh, yeah.
- Duh.
- No.
- Sorry.
- Don't be sorry.
Do you have my thesis?
Oh, yeah.
Yeah, yeah, yeah.
Your shoes are untied.
Ooh.
Hey, I've been literally
waiting with bated breath.
How did it go?
Agnes, are you okay?
What happened?
I don't know.
My pants are broken.
And then we started kissing.
And I thought, we're kissing.
I was thinking we were
kissing the whole time,
like in a bad way
where you aren't having
a good time,
and it's just like
someone's mouth.
And then I said,
"I don't really think
I'm ready to be kissing.
I just got out of a thing."
Which is something I made up.
It's okay to lie about that.
And then he said,
"That's okay.
We can just sit on
the couch and watch a movie."
So he started
playing something.
It was animated,
which I thought was weird.
But then I remembered
he has a kid,
so that made it less weird.
Then he started putting
his hand on my pants,
and I was kinda
moving it away.
But he kept moving it
back to my pants,
and then he started putting
his hand down my pants, like,
in between the pants
and my underwear.
And I was kinda
squirming my body like--
he was...
his fingers were
really strong and hard,
like, in the bad way.
Like, it was too hard.
Maybe it would've felt good
if I wanted his fingers
to be doing that.
But you didn't want that.
No, I didn't.
And then, I pulled
his hand out because...
it didn't feel good,
and it actually hurt, kinda.
And then I started kissing him
because I thought,
"Well, if we have to be
doing something,
"I'd rather it be kissing
than his fingers down there."
And then I don't remember.
And then at some point,
his hand was back
in my underwear.
But under the underwear now.
And I was trying
to move it away again.
Sounds like you were
trying to move it away a lot.
Yeah. That's what
I kept thinking.
Like, one more time
and he won't move it back
because it's so obvious
I'm moving it away.
But he kept moving it back.
And then--
he was pulling down my pants--
Well, he was trying
to pull them down,
but they have a button.
So he was pulling, pulling.
And I was pulling them
back up.
And then they were
halfway down.
And I felt something go in,
like, in me,
and my spine got cold.
And I reached down
to feel it and--
It was--
It was him-- you know?
And then I jumped up and...
I sat on the side
of the couch.
I don't know how long.
And I looked at his face once,
and it was, like, scared.
- His face was scared?
- Yes.
And then I just got up
kinda slowly,
and I grabbed my boots,
and I drove home,
and now I'm here.
That sounds like...
that.
That is--
that's the thing.
I'm really, really sorry.
I never know if I'm supposed
to get fully naked.
-Like in the gown?
-Yeah.
-Are you naked right now?
-Yes.
Dude, I don't think you're
supposed to be naked.
Hi. You're Agnes?
-Yeah, hi.
-I'm doctor Evans.
You were sexually assaulted?
Uh, yeah.
Do you feel safe now?
Sorry, before--
uh, we do that,
I just want you to know
that I'm fully naked.
-What?
-Under the robe. Is that okay?
Yeah. That's fine.
-Do you mind?
-Yeah, sure.
So, when did this happen?
The thing?
- The assault.
- Last night.
Last evening.
Yesterday evening.
-And have you showered?
-I took a bath.
So it's usually best
to go to the emergency room
right after something
like this happens.
Oh, okay.
I will definitely keep that
in mind for the next time.
Well, that's when we would use
a sexual assault
forensic evidence kit.
Oh, okay. I feel
like you just need to...
tonally shift away
from the tone
you're taking right now.
Like, we just need
a tonal shift.
Just wanna make sure
he didn't give me anything,
like, vaginally or yeah.
Did your attacker
ejaculate in you?
Um, well, I wouldn't
call him my attacker.
It wasn't like, bah!
But you were raped.
-Whoa.
-Yeah.
And well put.
I know this is hard
to talk about.
It doesn't feel
that you know that.
These questions are protocol.
Yeah, you're asking
them in a really freaky way.
Calm down, ma'am.
-Oh, she's calm.
-I'm calm.
You can finish your questions.
Did he ejaculate in you?
Horrible word.
No, the actual him being
inside me part
wasn't that long,
it was like--
-that long.
-Okay.
So, we'll do a blood test
to check you for pregnancy
and sexually transmitted
infections,
and then we'll do
a cervix culture.
- Yum.
- Excuse me?
She said yum.
I'll be right back,
and we can get started.
-Agnes?
-Mhmm.
He's leaving.
Who?
Decker's transferring.
He got a job in New York.
Upstate.
He's leaving.
Fuck.
What the fuck?
Is this good?
No.
Maybe. I don't know.
Did he say anything
about this?
No.
And yesterday his desk
was, like, really cluttered.
Like he wasn't
packed or anything.
So he's running.
Fuck.
-Hi, I'm--
-Agnes.
Hi, I'm Elizabeth.
This is Claire.
-Hi, Agnes. I'm Claire.
-Hi.
Do you mind coming
back with us?
Sure.
We are so sorry to hear
this happened to you.
We are taking this
really seriously.
Are you gonna do anything?
We would
begin an investigation.
But as you may have heard,
he sent in his letter of
resignation yesterday at...
4:18 p.m.
And you reported this today
at 8:42 am.
Okay.
Unfortunately, he's no longer
under our employ.
So we can't take the measures
that we would normally take
such as suspending him
or letting him go or--
things of that nature.
These things are really hard,
and the University
is unfortunately unable
to take any kind
of responsibility.
But he was my advisor.
Former advisor.
You have the option
of going to the police station
and reporting this
and issuing an arrest warrant.
We know what
you're going through.
We are women.
What?
We are women.
Hi.
Hi.
You're my neighbor, right?
Yeah, I live here.
What's your name?
Oh, uh, Gavin.
Gavin, nice to meet you.
-You too.
-I'm Agnes.
Lamb of God.
-What?
-That's nothing.
It's all good,
I'm just, uh--
Um...
What are you up to
this fine evening?
Oh, I was wondering,
do you have,
like, stuff that makes a fire?
Oh, um...
-Matches?
-No, like a liquid.
-Is that a thing?
-Oh, yes.
-Lighter fluid.
-Yes. Do you have that?
Yes.
Why do you need it?
Um, my friends and I,
we're gonna make,
like, hot dogs.
Oh, hot dog sounds good.
Oh, I'm sorry, we only
bought two hot dogs.
Oh, no,
that's no problem, I'm--
I have dinner plans
with my mom.
That's not true.
I'm sorry, I just wanted
to close myself off
from the possibility
of being rejected.
That's no problem.
-I'll get the lighter fluid.
-Okay.
Do you wanna come
inside while I look?
Uh, no, sorry.
Can I wait outside?
Yeah. Don't worry about it.
Um, I'll be back soon.
This should do the trick.
Great, thanks.
And so do I just pour this
on the thing
I want to be on fire?
On the barbecue?
-Yes.
-Uh, yeah,
don't put too much
of it on there.
Okay.
Do you-- do you want my help?
No.
Thank you...
-Gavin.
-Gavin.
Yes. Thank you,
definitely, Gavin.
Uh, don't you live over there?
Ha! Yup, I... yup, definitely.
Oops.
Why do you have that?
I got it from the neighbor.
Why?
It's definitely not, like,
a good or normal
train of thought.
Okay.
I think I was gonna light
Decker's office on fire.
Okay...
Do you still wanna do it?
I don't know.
I will do it.
That's really nice.
-But no.
-No, seriously.
If you need someone
to burn his office down,
but you don't wanna
do it yourself,
I will do it.
No, I don't even
want him to die.
I do.
I don't want him to die.
Well, if you change
your mind...
Thanks.
Maybe we could burn
something smaller,
like his hair or his pens
or something.
I'll think about that.
Okay.
I have
to make hot dogs.
Oh, why?
I told the neighbor,
it's like this whole big lie.
I'm stuck in a lie.
Okay. I will do it.
-I'm sorry.
-No, it's fine.
I was gonna, like, kill a man,
so this is much easier.
Do we have hot dogs?
I don't know.
Hi.
Okay. I'm going to get coffee.
Do you want me
to pick you up?
Well, fuck.
This is really nice.
I guess um...
Yup. I love you.
You wanna come get coffee?
Salmon.
All right, you're picky,
an excellent quality.
Tuna.
Maybe you're just
smelling the can.
There's tuna inside.
All right, one of each.
Hey.
Is this all for you today?
Yes, thank you.
Did you bring a cat
into the grocery store?
No.
Yes, you did.
What did you say?
You're lying.
No, I'm not.
Here's your cat food.
We ran out of coffee.
I got some.
I got a cat.
Whatever you need.
Thank you for being here
and completing your summons.
For those of you
who haven't done this
and don't know what to expect,
please come up
and get a questionnaire.
Fill it out
and return it to us completed.
We have little pencils
if you need a little pencil.
The following jurors
are dismissed.
Juror one, three, five,
seven, eight,
30, 32,
39, 25,
42, 43,
49, 59.
You are dismissed.
Thank you.
You can go.
And do you think,
Mrs. Fuller,
based on that definition,
you understand the meaning
of beyond a reasonable doubt?
Yes.
That to be convinced beyond
a shadow of a doubt,
you must have been there
and seen the crime
with your own eyes?
Yes. I understand.
And do
the rest of you feel
you can apply that idea,
beyond a reasonable doubt,
- to this case?
- Mhmm.
How many of you
have children?
Uh, Mr. Woguard.
You have a child?
Uh, yes.
Soph just turned four.
Say you and your daughter
were at the park
and she's playing
on the monkey bars.
And you turned your back
for a few minutes,
and then she runs over
to you with a broken arm.
What would you think happened?
She fell off
the monkey bars
and broke her arm.
Yes,
so that's an example
of circumstantial evidence.
That's what you can
reasonably infer
based on the facts
that you have.
Does this make sense,
Mr. Woguard?
Yes.
And if instead another
child ran over to you
and told you he saw her
fall off the monkey bars,
that's direct testimony
because someone witnessed it.
Does everybody understand
that difference,
between
circumstantial evidence
and direct testimony?
Mhmm.
Without direct testimony,
we cannot be
positively certain
a crime has been committed.
As the prosecution,
I must prove
the defendant's guilt
beyond a reasonable doubt.
Meaning, that there is no
other reasonable explanation
that can come from
evidence presented.
If any of you have
been victims of a crime,
please raise your hand.
Uh, Mr. Faber,
what was the crime?
Uh, I was robbed.
At gunpoint.
Do you have
any reason to believe
that experience would make you
unable to serve
as an impartial juror
on this trial?
No.
Miss Ward.
What?
When I asked who has been
a victim of a crime,
did you raise your hand?
No, I realized
I shouldn't share it.
So...
You're unable
to share the crime?
Um...
It is frankly
my worst nightmare
to have to tell this
whole room of strangers
about the thing
that happened to me.
So--
that is the reasoning
as to why I did not decide
to continue having
my hand raised.
Thank you.
Do you think the crime
would make you unable to serve
as an impartial juror
on this case?
That is a good question,
and one I've been
thinking about.
Have you come
to any conclusions?
You know,
I think I would be better
not being on the jury
and instead would do better
fulfilling a different
civic role.
And what kind of civic role
do you have in mind?
So,
thank you for asking.
I am actually a professor,
part-time,
hopefully soon full-time,
which, teaching
is important work.
I think teaching is important.
Some would say that a teacher
makes an ideal juror.
Absolutely not, no.
On your questionnaire,
you wrote--
Oh, no, no.
I did not know that we would
be reading those aloud, so.
"How would your friends
describe you?"
"Smart."
Crossed out,
then the word "tall."
If the crime you were
a victim of makes you biased,
we will dismiss you.
Can I get in trouble
for telling you?
Why would you get in trouble
if you were the victim?
I don't know.
The law makes
no sense in my opinion.
I...
I haven't said it out
loud actually before.
Well, that's okay.
Did you go to the police?
No.
All I had was a button,
and I don't want him
to go to jail.
Why is that?
He has a kid.
I want him to stop being
someone who does that.
And if he went to jail,
he'd just be someone who
does that, who's now in jail.
Your honor,
may I approach the bench?
Agnes Ward, you are excused.
I'm sorry.
Clerk, you may call
the next juror.
Okay. We'll now call up...
Rex Haberman.
Rex?
Oh, my God.
Did you have a good time?
What?
Did you like the sex
we just had?
Mhmm.
Okay.
Good.
Thank you.
Thank you.
Agnes, we've gotten
incredibly positive feedback
from the students
in your discussion section
about your part-time
contribution
to this university.
From current faculty,
former faculty,
it's just all glowing.
-Former faculty?
-Yes.
You've been called,
let's see,
helpful,
supportive,
extraordinary.
We know there's been
talk about the open spot here
since Preston left,
we haven't--
well, we wanted to find
the right fit for the program.
And we are thrilled
to finally offer you
a full-time teaching
position here at Fairport.
Really?
Yes, yes.
The department
voted unanimously.
Wow. I accept.
Terrific.
You'll teach
our introductory course,
"The Twentieth Century Novel,"
which you've led a few times,
and you'll also create
your own elective.
We would love
for you to consider
teaching a class on the art
of the short story
since we all read your thesis
and frankly found
that fascinating.
Okay.
Or if there's another course
you'd rather teach, though.
No, no, it's just I--
I haven't looked at my thesis
since I published it,
but I will.
I can--
I can look through it,
and I will create a syllabus
for you to look at.
Wonderful.
We're thrilled to have you.
Thank you.
Agnes, I have
to tell you something.
I am in love.
- What?
- Yeah!
And like,
super, super gay.
Like, gayer than we thought.
Oh, wow.
Oh, my God.
With that person?
- Yeah. Fran.
- Okay.
- Yeah.
- Wow.
Wow. Okay, are you so happy
-being gay and in love?
-Oh, I'm like really,
really happy
being gay and in love.
Oh, my God,
you have to meet them!
Yeah, I totally do.
I do.
You-- Oh, Lydie,
you deserve to be in love
all the time forever.
Thank you, babe.
Well, well--
so I got the job.
What?
I got
the full-time position.
Oh, my God!
What? Agnes!
Yeah, well,
it's, it's--
not as good as being in love.
Yes it is.
This is amazing.
This is great.
Agnes.
Yeah, no, it's good.
You really, really
earned this, Agnes.
And here
is your office.
Let me know
if you need anything,
if a light bulb goes out,
anything like that.
-Thanks, Sophie.
-Mm.
"And it struck me,
as my automaton knees
went up and down
that I simply
did not know a thing
about my darling's mind
and that quite possibly
behind the awful,
juvenile cliches...
there was in her
a garden and a twilight
and a palace gate,
dim and adorable regions
which happened to be
lucidly and absolutely
forbidden--"
-Professor Ward.
-Yes.
I'm sorry, but I personally
found this book
really disgusting.
Well, Jeremy,
there's a world in which
that's a relief to hear.
How did you find
the writing itself?
Well, that's the thing is I--
I felt pissed off
because I...
really hated
the stuff happening
but I really liked the sort
of stuff he was saying.
-So I was pissed.
-Mmm, okay.
Was anyone else feeling
that way
caught between the form,
the presentation itself,
and the content
of that presentation?
Uh, professor...
that lady is back
looking through
the little window thing.
She is persistent.
Much like Humbert's desire
to freeze Lolita in time.
-Nice.
-Okay. Let's read.
"For I often noticed
that living as we did,
she and I,
in a world of total evil--"
-So...
-Hi.
Lydie got engaged.
Yeah.
When's the wedding?
It's in the summer.
-Do you like Fran?
-Oh, yeah. Fran is nice.
Reserved, kind of.
Really tall.
What's happening?
So you got the job.
Yes.
I wanted the job.
Okay.
-Do you feel bad at all?
-Yes.
But, for other reasons,
not because of this.
Okay, well, um--
just because things
come easy to you
doesn't mean that you
get to take things from people
who things don't come easy to.
Things don't come
easy to me.
Yes they do.
Everyone likes you.
-You're smart, you're hot.
-Thank you.
Ew, not like that.
Logan likes you,
Devin likes you.
Lydie likes you.
Decker likes you.
Well, you don't like me.
That's true.
That's true.
You know,
when I think about it,
I think Decker
actually hated me.
You were his chosen one.
That's a completely
insane thing to say.
No.
Because when you like
someone or, like,
when you respect someone,
there are some ways
people treat you
that are one way.
Respectful, and like,
you're a person
who lives and breathes
and thinks for themself.
And then some ways people
treat you are not that way,
and they're bad.
All right. Well, um,
I fucked him--
and, uh, he didn't
even take the time
to give me in-person notes
on my thesis. So...
You fucked him?
Yeah.
Did you want that?
Want what?
Was it on purpose?
Yes, it was on purpose.
We had, like, five minute sex.
It was just okay.
I've had better.
We're closed.
You can't park here.
Oh, shit. Oh, shit.
Look, I'm sorry
I yelled at you.
My kid, Hank, gets these
breathing attacks too,
real bad sometimes.
I know you're scared,
but you're off the road,
you're in your car,
and you're okay.
I'm gonna breathe
and you breathe with me.
Okay? You just follow.
All right? You ready? In...
Out... two, three, four, five.
In...
Out... two, three, four, five.
In...
Out... two, three, four, five.
In... two, three.
Out...
Two, three, four, five.
I gotta be honest,
I don't really
breathe like that,
but it feels good.
You doing okay?
Good for you.
You want a sandwich?
I wanted to put tables
out here
so, people, you know,
wouldn't sit on the ground.
It's a good sandwich.
You shouldn't eat
a good sandwich
while you're sitting
on the ground
where the pigeons shit.
Whatever.
But they said, you share a--
a parking lot
with the guys at the dump.
So you gotta ask
the guys at the dump.
No fucking way I'm asking
the guys at the dump!
Fucking assholes.
This is good.
Yeah, of course it's good.
You don't have
a sandwich shop,
you don't make
a good sandwich.
Spicy.
Calabrian chili,
very expensive.
Agnes.
Huh?
-Agnes?
-Yeah.
-Ugh.
-Whoa,
you sound like the mean guys
from the dump.
Hey! I res-- I resent that.
Those guys are assholes.
I'm honest, not an asshole.
You have a son?
He's an asshole.
Hank.
-Hank is--
-Ugh...
You don't have to tell me.
Sounds too much
like the word honk.
-You have kids?
-No.
Want some?
Uh... Well, I can't really
imagine myself old.
You think I imagined
myself like this?
No, believe it or not,
I did not think I would end up
looking like a yam
with a mouth on it.
But here we are.
It'll happen to you.
You won't know what hit you.
Something pretty bad
happened to me,
so that's probably why
I'm acting weird.
How bad?
Um...
I guess really bad.
You don't know it's bad?
No, I know it's bad.
But mainly because whenever
I tell anyone about it,
they look really scared
for me.
Except for my friend,
but she moved away.
And then sometimes I feel
bad when I think about it,
because...
I remember moments of it,
and I can feel in my body
that it was really bad.
But then sometimes
I don't think about it,
which is weird.
And I feel guilty when
I don't think about it.
Did it just happen?
Is that why you were
huffing and puffing?
No, it was three--
a little over three years ago.
Well, that's not
that much time.
I mean, it's a lot of time,
but it's not that
much time, too.
Yeah.
Are you...
okay in your house?
I have a cat.
Okay.
Olga, what the fuck?
Olga, go to bed.
Ugh, Olga,
did you shit in my bed?
Oh! Olga, what the fuck?
Oh, my God.
Oh, if you wanted to kill it,
you should have
just killed it!
Okay. I'm coming back.
I'm coming back.
It'll be over soon.
Okay. Okay.
Okay. What do I need?
What am I looking for?
Oh! A bag, a bag!
I got a bag!
I'm coming back!
I'm back, I'm back,
I'm so sorry.
Are you okay?
No, no you're not,
you're dying.
Get in the bag.
Just go in the bag.
I'm sorry.
I'm so sorry.
Oh, God.
Gavin!
Gavin!
Gavin!
Agnes, are you okay?
Agnes? What--
Are you okay?
Will you come fuck me?
Yes.
Wait, wait. I need shoes.
I um-- I do need shoes.
One second.
Oh, hey.
Can I pee?
Oh, yeah. Definitely.
Can I get in?
Oh, in the bath?
Yeah.
Uh, sure.
I'm just gonna
turn around here.
Don't mind me.
You don't have to hide it.
It's small right now.
Men are so weird.
Thank you.
Oh, that's nice.
It's a good temperature.
Thank you.
I'm embarrassed that
I was hiding my dick.
That's okay.
I put my hair over my boobs.
So true.
I'm sorry the bathtub
is so small.
This bathtub?
No, it's good.
What if I sat behind you?
-Why?
-So, uh...
it could be like a hug.
Okay.
-Yeah?
-Yeah.
Oh, wait. Can I look at it?
At my dick?
Yeah.
Hmm...
I've never seen one
that soft.
Okay, I think that
just gave me nightmares
for the next decade.
No, I mean, you just never
get to see them like that.
They're better like this.
Hmm...
Okay, I'm done.
Mm.
Mm.
Do you think you want
the stuff that everyone has?
What do you mean?
Like, uh,
family or whatever.
I don't know.
Do you want that stuff?
With you?
No.
No, I mean,
it was your question.
Yeah. I want that stuff.
Nice.
Do you?
Well...
You know, probably just
to keep Lydie closer...
but I don't see it.
See it where?
Like, in my head.
I don't see myself getting
older or having kids.
I don't see myself.
I think you'd be a great mom.
Why?
You're very nice.
I'm not that nice.
People always say
they don't want a kid,
but then things change.
What we want and stuff--
I think it changes.
It's too cold.
I think it's nice.
Hi! Yay!
Hey, hey, hey.
-I missed you.
-I missed you.
I missed you so much.
Oh, my God.
Is the baby here?
The baby's here.
The baby's here.
-Hi, Agnes.
-Hi, Fran.
Fran.
-Yes?
-Remember?
Oh, Oh!
Yeah.
Big day!
Definitely.
All right, sweetie...
So, you're glad you came?
I'm so, so, so, so glad.
And now I know
what an exploding vagina
looks like.
Mhmm.
-So be honest.
-Mhmm.
Do you like her?
-My baby?
-Yeah.
Yeah.
-I really like my baby.
-Well, that's really good.
And you still like me, right?
Yes, Agnes.
-I love you both.
-Cool.
-Lydie?
-Yeah?
-Babe, will you grab the baby?
-Yeah, of course. One second.
-Hey.
-Hi.
-You need help with the stuff?
-No, no, no.
-Okay.
-Hi.
Muah.
-Hi.
-Hi.
Look at this.
Oh, let me grab one.
No, I love holding them.
So, are you-- oh, yes.
Hi. Wow.
She has much more
of a face.
Mhmm.
Little freaky
baby Janie.
Oh, not Janie.
Just doing Jane.
Hi, nice to see you again.
Oh, oh.
Oh, it's okay.
-Oh, I didn't--
-It's okay.
It happens all the time.
Oh, really, does that happen?
Is it my face?
Hello, is it my face?
Lighthouse day!
Lighthouse day.
Fran. Fran.
Lighthouse day!
Lighthouse day.
Janie, Janie. Lighthouse day!
She actually didn't sleep
- super well, so.
- Oh.
Yeah, we're really, really
fucking tired.
Yeah, I don't think
she's gonna be in for,
like, a big thing today.
The baby?
Well, she's just a baby,
she could do whatever.
I mean, not really.
But you two go.
I will stay here.
Oh, really? Okay.
I really wanted you
to see it.
Babe, I will see it
at some point. It's okay.
Okay.
No.
No, you two go.
No, no, someone
has to stay with Jane.
I'll do it.
Really?
Oh, Jane is actually
really particular.
I will do it.
Oh, my God.
Agnes, thank you so much.
Fran, we're free! We're free.
The lighthouse
is very romantic.
You two should be
there alone together.
Make another baby
or whatever.
Like,
twenty minutes, that's it.
One question.
What if she kills me?
She's not gonna kill you.
Hey...
Don't drop her.
No. I won't drop her.
Okay...
Okay.
Okay.
Thank you.
Here you go.
Thank you.
-Here you go, babe.
-Thank you.
Lydie?
Yeah?
What do I say to her?
Babe, you don't have
to say anything.
Twenty minutes.
Hi.
I'm Agnes.
Pretty weird you're gonna
be a person someday.
No offense, but you
look insane right now.
Skin and just
a small amount of hair.
Don't worry.
It won't be like that
in a little.
Is this okay or...
All right.
I'll put you down.
Oh. I'll pick you back up.
Okay, okay, okay.
You're so sweet looking.
When you grow up,
you can tell me whatever.
Like, if you have a thought
and you're like,
that's a bad thought,
I probably had that
same thought but, like,
ten times worse.
So you can just tell me.
I'll never be scared by that.
If someone does
something bad to you--
If someone says
something scary...
If you wanna kill yourself
with like a pencil
or a knife or whatever,
you can just tell me.
I'll never tell you
you're scaring me.
I'll just say, yeah.
I know.
It's just like that sometimes.
Yeah.
I'm sorry
that bad things
are gonna happen to you.
I hope they don't.
If I can ever stop
something from being bad,
let me know.
But sometimes
bad stuff just happens.
That's why I feel bad for you,
in a way.
That you're alive
and you don't know that yet.
But I can still listen
and not be scared.
So that's good.
Or that's something, at least.
Oh, my God! Hi!
Fuck,
it's fucking cold!
Ahhh!
-You made it!
-I made it!
-I missed you!
-Oh, my God, I missed you,
-I missed you!
-Yay!
Help me, it's fucking cold!
I cannot believe you
still live here.
Yeah, well,
you say that every time.
I can't feel
my fucking hands, ah!
- Shit me.
- Let me take that.
-Let me take that.
-It's really heavy.
Yeah, fuck, it is heavy.
Did you bring me presents?
Oh, no, just like eighteen
pairs of socks.
I have socks.
Yeah, but your feet
are huge, babe.
Ow! It's really heavy.
Oh, my God.
- This is what I think.
- Yeah.
When you are having sex
with a guy...
Yeah.
-Sometimes--
-Mhmm.
They are saying stuff like,
"You like that."
Mhmm.
You like that.
Mhmm. What is that, even?
Right.
Oh, that's deep.
I think-- I think they mean
you like...
-That.
-That.
-Yeah. "You like my dick."
-Or that.
But it's like, they like,
it's like,
also their dick
is their whole self.
So they're like,
"Do you like the dick?
Do you like me?"
-"Do you love me?"
-"Do you love me!"
"And I am fucking you--
-with my dick."
-Right.
And sometimes it's like--
Don't.
No, sometimes it's like...
Oh, God.
Sometimes it's like--
Kinda.
-No. It is.
-It's like--
Sometimes it's like
you leave your mind
and you're like,
seeing it from, like,
-perspective behind.
-Inside their brain.
Your butt looks weird.
Sometimes it's like-- right!
So, are you gonna
let me read it?
Yeah.
But it's not done.
It's not even a proper draft.
But it's a draft.
It's definitely
a draft.
Is it still about
gay New York stuff?
Yeah,
but now it's, like,
dark and like psychological,
but also funny.
I will need
to read that.
Ahoy!
Is that guy
talking to us?
Ugh, I think
he just said, "Ahoy."
Ahoy there, neighbor!
Ahoy!
Ugh, he's in our spot.
Fuckin' hell.
I wish
you still lived here.
Yeah.
Or closer, at least.
Yeah, I wish you lived
closer to me too.
I like it here, though.
Are you sure?
Why?
It's a lot, right?
Still being here.
Well, it's a lot to be
wherever.
Yeah. That's true.
School was like--
Ugh, Grad school was... Ugh.
Exactly.
Do you miss me even
though you're married?
Yes, I miss you even
though I'm married.
Married.
-Ugh.
-So grown up.
It's so grown up.
Hey! Hey, you over there!
I'm married!
I'm in a union that
the state knows about!
My dad is divorced.
- Oh, that's sad.
- Um...
That's okay.
Well, what do we do now?
You're alone.
I don't care whether
I'm alone or not.
It's my right.
It's your right.
What do you want?
I say he's guilty.
I wanna
hear your arguments.
I gave you my--
Ew.
Yes...
Oh.
-Hi.
-Hi.
-Can I help you?
-Uh, no. I'm sorry.
Do I have the wrong house?
No. This is the right house.
- Are you...
- Wait.
No. No.
Oh, no. No, no, no, no.
This is the house,
yeah.
- Are you looking for Agnes?
- Yes, yeah.
Gavin!
-Agnes.
-Lydie.
Oh, you're Lydie. Oh, my God!
Okay, I am so sorry,
this is the weekend.
Yeah.
-Ah.
-My mistake.
No problem.
Gavin is my neighbor.
Gavin, you actually
live over there.
Oh, yes. I live there.
-Oops.
-That's okay.
Sweet dreams, Gavin.
God bless your lost soul,
and have a good night.
-It's nice to meet you, Lydie.
-You too.
He's cute.
-Who?
-You're fucking him.
No, I'm not.
-You're fucking your neighbor.
-No, I'm not.
You're fucking your neighbor
named Gavin.
You are.
I'm not. I'm not.
- No. I'm not.
- You are fucking him.
- I'm not.
- You're fucking Gavin!
-Agnes.
-Mhmm.
I need to talk to you
about something.
Okay.
Okay. So it's about my body.
Oh, your body is perfect.
Oh, thank you.
But, um, I didn't mean it
like that.
Okay...
So I have a baby in me.
-You do?
-Yeah.
What? Right now?
Right now.
-Yeah.
-What?!
Oh, my God.
Oh, my God.
Your body is a miracle.
Oh, my God.
Are you scared?
Yeah, yeah.
Oh, but are you glad?
Yeah, yes. It's good.
Like, I wanted it, obviously.
Like, we tried
a million times.
Yeah. You did want it.
-Yeah.
-Lydie...
Are you gonna name it Agnes?
Oh.
Yeah. I don't know.
I don't know.
Try and think about it.
Wow.
So it must have
been good sperm.
Yeah.
Thank God for that
random, tall white guy's
good sperm.
Maybe I should
have his babies too
and then they can be brothers.
Well, he's pretty
hard to track down, so.
Well,
we have his picture,
so we could look him up.
Can I touch it?
Yeah.
I don't really feel anything.
That's because it's not
like a baby yet.
How old is it?
Ten weeks?
So probably really small.
Yeah.
What, like a mouse maybe?
How big is a mouse?
Oh, it's smaller than that.
Wow, smaller than a mouse.
Don't tell anyone
tonight about--
Oh, don't worry.
I never tell secrets
unless I feel it is a secret
I really wanna tell.
That is not reassuring, babe.
I don't wanna go.
No!
No, we have to.
Natasha will kill me.
I feel like... I feel like
she's, like, rude,
like, tonally.
Oh, she definitely
has a very rude tone.
Right?
She's got a really rude tone.
Are you afraid?
-Yeah.
-For the pain?
Yeah.
But also because
it's like, a person.
I wanna make
a really good person.
You're gonna make
a good person.
It's gonna hurt so bad.
Oh, my God, it seems like
it hurts so bad!
No! Don't say that.
I'm allowed to say that,
you're not allowed
to say that.
Blah, blah, blah.
Doesn't matter.
Short story is,
we got the house,
but we had to pay, like,
significantly more
than we wanted to.
Do you like this house?
My house?
I, I do. Yeah. Oh, my God.
The wood-- it's gorgeous.
It's rich.
Like dark.
- Yeah.
- What are you gonna put in it?
- In our house?
- Yeah.
Uh-- our couch,
our bed,
Benny's parents' dresser.
-All your stuff.
-Yes. Exactly.
That makes sense.
You're like a fully
fledged adult now.
Guys, how long has it been
since, like, we've hung out?
I'm just sort of like...
Hi.
Is it three years since
we graduated?
-Four, I think.
-Oh, my God, is it four years?
Yeah.
Time really does fly.
Time really does fly.
But not for me
or Agnes probably,
since we're still here,
still at the school.
You're still
at your same house.
That little house.
But time probably flies
for the three of you who left.
-New York.
-Yeah, yeah. New York.
Wow.
Good for you.
Um, but it's a trip
being back.
I drove past the campus
on my way to Agnes',
and I just got, like,
full body chills
when I saw the library.
The library. Lydie, no.
-Please.
-You know what I mean?
I have, like, deeply ingrained
stress from that place.
Yeah, Grad school was wild.
I honestly feel like
I worked on that thesis
for like, a decade.
Yeah. This one time, um--
on the third floor
in a private room,
I almost paper cut
my face open with my copy
of Little Dorrit just
so I could go to the hospital
and have a good night's sleep.
I didn't do it,
but I thought about it.
Yeah, sometimes I have
nightmares
where my thesis is like
all blank pages,
and then I eat the pages.
Oh, my God, that's so sad.
Yeah. It is really sad, huh.
So, Agnes, it was really
that easy for you?
No story? Nothing to share?
Well, it's not Agnes' fault
that Decker liked her best.
No,
it wasn't her fault,
but, um, it pissed me off.
Um...
This fish is amazing.
What's-- what's in it?
Fish.
Uh-- well, how is it,
you two?
You're the teachers now.
I am still part time,
but I think I'm gonna teach
a class next semester--
which they haven't said
is what's gonna happen,
but it could.
- Yeah, it could.
- No. It will.
Yeah. Yes.
It, it will.
Well, we have news
in the English department.
Agnes? Agnes has big news.
Bathroom. Sorry.
Agnes is now
a full-time teacher.
She took Wilkinson's spot.
Filled the spot.
Agnes is like super young
to be full-time faculty.
Yeah, she's like the youngest
in fifty years, that bitch.
I'm kidding.
There's a bone.
What?
In the fish.
There's, like, a bone in
the fish that you served me.
Sorry.
No, it's-- it's fine.
It's just like maybe
you should, like,
debone it a little bit better
before you serve it to people.
Hello, my baby.
Oh, you're a baby.
I love you. I love you.
Oh, you wanna get down?
Okay. I'll put you down.
You leave the house, right?
Yeah. I leave the house.
I go to work.
I have a job, Lydie.
But--
you're still
in the same office.
Yes.
Agnes, you said that
you were gonna switch.
Well, I-- I didn't wanna
have to explain
why it's weird for me
to be in that office.
Maybe you should say
there's mold or something.
Maybe.
Do you want me
to call them and say
there's a dead animal
in the wall?
You are an angel
from heaven, but no.
It's like, I just got the job.
I don't even know
if I should have the job.
Agnes.
I don't wanna complain
about my office,
which is technically huge,
and there's a lot of light,
and I can see why he liked it.
Anyways, yes,
I leave the house.
Agnes...
don't...
die.
I'm not gonna die.
If I was gonna kill myself,
I would have done it
like last year--
or the year before.
Ugh. Or, like, definitely
the year before.
Agnes.
No. I'm not gonna die.
Let me return the sentiment.
You please don't die.
Lydie--
You're having a little baby.
I know.
You're gonna take such
good care of your little baby.
-I won't die.
-Please don't die.
No, you please don't die.
Do you wanna say hello?
Hi.
I'm Agnes.
I'm your mommy.
Lydie and Fran may tell you
otherwise, but heed my words.
-I'm your mother.
-Agnes!
-Do it properly.
-Yeah. All right.
Hi. I'm Agnes.
I'm not your mommy.
I am your mommy.
Oh, for goodness sake.
I felt it kick.
No, you didn't.
Are you gonna-- Thank you.
Don't go.
Hey.
I'll see you soon.
When?
Come to New York.
I've got an extra bed.
Tell Fran that I hate them.
-No.
-No, I don't hate them.
I know, babe.
-Love you.
-Love you.
Um, no.
Come soon.
Not because of, like,
not because I'm gonna
kill myself, but just--
Just...
don't wait so long
to come back.
Okay.
Okay.
Fuck!
Fuck!
What is happening?
-What's happening?
-Oh, my God!
I hate school!
School fucking sucks!
My brain feels like
it's on fire.
Like I'm gonna fucking die!
I just realized, babe,
no one gives a fuck
about Ted Hughes.
No, everyone cares
about Ted Hughes.
No, no, no.
I can't believe this.
I spent two years
writing about a guy.
I don't even fuck guys with
my eyes open anymore.
I just close my eyes
and imagine women.
Do you wanna talk about that?
About what?
Nothing.
Okay, I'm here.
Sorry, I'm here.
Did we do it?
Barely.
-Devin?
-Yes, I did.
I am so sorry.
I don't really procrastinate,
so this wasn't like
a whole thing for me.
That's okay.
Keep showing off,
it'll get you places.
Lydie.
I'm Lydie.
Did you finish?
Uh, yeah, um--
Yeah, but the thing is,
like, don't be mad.
I did finish it.
The last page is, like,
a copy and paste extract of...
"Slouching Towards Bethlehem"
that I didn't write.
- Yates or Didion?
- Didion.
Always Didion.
Uh-- Hey,
you know what?
I'm supposed to be your
mentor, helper, whatever.
I'm just here to make sure
it happens.
I did mine.
Okay. Good. That's--
that's great, Natasha.
Lydie, you think you
can finish by Wednesday?
Get me your draft minus
the Joan by then?
Yeah, again--
Sorry about that.
Are you gonna read mine?
Of course. That's my job.
Are you gonna ask
Agnes if she did hers?
Yeah.
Agnes...
How'd yours go?
Fine. I did it.
Can't wait to read.
But you're gonna read
mine too though, right?
Yes.
Why am I still working
on this?
Because you didn't finish it.
No offense.
Stop bragging.
I'm not bragging.
Your legs are on the wall.
So?
Well, if I'd finished it,
my legs would be
on the wall too,
but I haven't.
So, my legs
aren't on the wall.
Okay. I will take them down.
What?
You should fuck him.
I don't wanna fuck him.
-Really?
-Yes.
Well, if you don't
wanna fuck him,
definitely don't fuck him.
I won't.
I think he wants to fuck you.
-Really?
-Yeah.
-Well, that sucks.
-Why?
Do you think that's why
he's telling me I'm smart?
No, I think he's telling you
you're smart
because you're really smart.
Okay.
What would you say though--
if he asked you to fuck him?
I would say no.
I would be upset if he asked.
I get that.
I get that.
I would say no--
but thank you.
Come on in.
Hi.
Agnes, hi.
Thanks for meeting with me.
Thanks for meeting with me.
Are you working on something?
I mean--
No. Not, not--
not really.
Well, now you have to tell me.
Why?
Because now I know too much.
Uh, yeah, okay. Um--
I'm writing a book.
-A book?
-A book.
A long book?
-Medium.
-Good.
Why?
Well, long is like...
okay, we get it.
Right. And short is like...
Why did you even
write a book?
Yeah, well, even though
this is medium...
-The perfect length.
-Yeah.
I have to say it is horrible,
and every time I look at it,
I wanna kill myself.
Mm.
Well, there actually
have to be books like that
so that we can distinguish
which books are really
the good books.
Yes.
I'm doing a public service
by writing a shit book.
Well,
if it helps at all,
I liked your first novel.
I liked how fucked up
it was and--
how it made me feel
like there's a reason,
even if I can't see it,
that I'm alive.
And it didn't feel
like fiction,
which I think is a compliment
in this case.
And...
I think about it all the time
when I'm doing other stuff,
like eating ice cream
or looking out the window.
Thank you.
Thank you.
Okay, uh...
Um...
Enough about me.
I read your thesis.
You read it really fast.
Yeah, well, I, uh--
to be honest,
I couldn't put it down.
Someone glue your hands to it?
What?
-Oh--
-I'm sorry.
Makes basically no sense.
No, it does.
Um...
Yeah.
-Anyway, so, uh...
-Yeah.
This whole section
from page three through seven,
I find to be absolutely just--
extraordinary.
Really.
Sorry.
Sorry, my ex is a prosecutor,
which--
Oh, wow, the law.
Yeah. My ex-wife...
loves the law.
She's in court, my kid's sick.
I have to--
I've gotta run.
-Fuck, sorry.
-Oh, that's okay.
You should have
my full attention,
and frankly,
this paper deserves that.
-We can reschedule for later.
-Yeah, that's fine.
All right, I gotta--
I'll text you.
-Okay.
-I'll, uh...
Sorry I have to run like this.
-Oh, that's okay.
-Oh, actually,
you should look at this.
I just got it.
First edition
To The Lighthouse.
Wow, wow. Thank you.
Yeah.
Can I touch it?
-Yeah.
-Okay.
All right.
We are asked
to reckon with the idea
that taking his life,
taking flight from
the corporeal existence,
is perhaps for Milkman
a transcendence
and not a tragedy.
Milkman feels he is returning
to his ancestral home.
-Agnes.
-Hi.
Great. Okay. Uh...
Thanks for coming last minute.
Sorry, it's my house.
-Hope that's okay.
-Yeah, yeah, no problem.
Don't worry, my--
my kid's with my ex.
It's all good.
-Uh, come on in.
-Okay.
Oh, do you mind
taking your boots off?
Oh, yeah.
- Duh.
- No.
- Sorry.
- Don't be sorry.
Do you have my thesis?
Oh, yeah.
Yeah, yeah, yeah.
Your shoes are untied.
Ooh.
Hey, I've been literally
waiting with bated breath.
How did it go?
Agnes, are you okay?
What happened?
I don't know.
My pants are broken.
And then we started kissing.
And I thought, we're kissing.
I was thinking we were
kissing the whole time,
like in a bad way
where you aren't having
a good time,
and it's just like
someone's mouth.
And then I said,
"I don't really think
I'm ready to be kissing.
I just got out of a thing."
Which is something I made up.
It's okay to lie about that.
And then he said,
"That's okay.
We can just sit on
the couch and watch a movie."
So he started
playing something.
It was animated,
which I thought was weird.
But then I remembered
he has a kid,
so that made it less weird.
Then he started putting
his hand on my pants,
and I was kinda
moving it away.
But he kept moving it
back to my pants,
and then he started putting
his hand down my pants, like,
in between the pants
and my underwear.
And I was kinda
squirming my body like--
he was...
his fingers were
really strong and hard,
like, in the bad way.
Like, it was too hard.
Maybe it would've felt good
if I wanted his fingers
to be doing that.
But you didn't want that.
No, I didn't.
And then, I pulled
his hand out because...
it didn't feel good,
and it actually hurt, kinda.
And then I started kissing him
because I thought,
"Well, if we have to be
doing something,
"I'd rather it be kissing
than his fingers down there."
And then I don't remember.
And then at some point,
his hand was back
in my underwear.
But under the underwear now.
And I was trying
to move it away again.
Sounds like you were
trying to move it away a lot.
Yeah. That's what
I kept thinking.
Like, one more time
and he won't move it back
because it's so obvious
I'm moving it away.
But he kept moving it back.
And then--
he was pulling down my pants--
Well, he was trying
to pull them down,
but they have a button.
So he was pulling, pulling.
And I was pulling them
back up.
And then they were
halfway down.
And I felt something go in,
like, in me,
and my spine got cold.
And I reached down
to feel it and--
It was--
It was him-- you know?
And then I jumped up and...
I sat on the side
of the couch.
I don't know how long.
And I looked at his face once,
and it was, like, scared.
- His face was scared?
- Yes.
And then I just got up
kinda slowly,
and I grabbed my boots,
and I drove home,
and now I'm here.
That sounds like...
that.
That is--
that's the thing.
I'm really, really sorry.
I never know if I'm supposed
to get fully naked.
-Like in the gown?
-Yeah.
-Are you naked right now?
-Yes.
Dude, I don't think you're
supposed to be naked.
Hi. You're Agnes?
-Yeah, hi.
-I'm doctor Evans.
You were sexually assaulted?
Uh, yeah.
Do you feel safe now?
Sorry, before--
uh, we do that,
I just want you to know
that I'm fully naked.
-What?
-Under the robe. Is that okay?
Yeah. That's fine.
-Do you mind?
-Yeah, sure.
So, when did this happen?
The thing?
- The assault.
- Last night.
Last evening.
Yesterday evening.
-And have you showered?
-I took a bath.
So it's usually best
to go to the emergency room
right after something
like this happens.
Oh, okay.
I will definitely keep that
in mind for the next time.
Well, that's when we would use
a sexual assault
forensic evidence kit.
Oh, okay. I feel
like you just need to...
tonally shift away
from the tone
you're taking right now.
Like, we just need
a tonal shift.
Just wanna make sure
he didn't give me anything,
like, vaginally or yeah.
Did your attacker
ejaculate in you?
Um, well, I wouldn't
call him my attacker.
It wasn't like, bah!
But you were raped.
-Whoa.
-Yeah.
And well put.
I know this is hard
to talk about.
It doesn't feel
that you know that.
These questions are protocol.
Yeah, you're asking
them in a really freaky way.
Calm down, ma'am.
-Oh, she's calm.
-I'm calm.
You can finish your questions.
Did he ejaculate in you?
Horrible word.
No, the actual him being
inside me part
wasn't that long,
it was like--
-that long.
-Okay.
So, we'll do a blood test
to check you for pregnancy
and sexually transmitted
infections,
and then we'll do
a cervix culture.
- Yum.
- Excuse me?
She said yum.
I'll be right back,
and we can get started.
-Agnes?
-Mhmm.
He's leaving.
Who?
Decker's transferring.
He got a job in New York.
Upstate.
He's leaving.
Fuck.
What the fuck?
Is this good?
No.
Maybe. I don't know.
Did he say anything
about this?
No.
And yesterday his desk
was, like, really cluttered.
Like he wasn't
packed or anything.
So he's running.
Fuck.
-Hi, I'm--
-Agnes.
Hi, I'm Elizabeth.
This is Claire.
-Hi, Agnes. I'm Claire.
-Hi.
Do you mind coming
back with us?
Sure.
We are so sorry to hear
this happened to you.
We are taking this
really seriously.
Are you gonna do anything?
We would
begin an investigation.
But as you may have heard,
he sent in his letter of
resignation yesterday at...
4:18 p.m.
And you reported this today
at 8:42 am.
Okay.
Unfortunately, he's no longer
under our employ.
So we can't take the measures
that we would normally take
such as suspending him
or letting him go or--
things of that nature.
These things are really hard,
and the University
is unfortunately unable
to take any kind
of responsibility.
But he was my advisor.
Former advisor.
You have the option
of going to the police station
and reporting this
and issuing an arrest warrant.
We know what
you're going through.
We are women.
What?
We are women.
Hi.
Hi.
You're my neighbor, right?
Yeah, I live here.
What's your name?
Oh, uh, Gavin.
Gavin, nice to meet you.
-You too.
-I'm Agnes.
Lamb of God.
-What?
-That's nothing.
It's all good,
I'm just, uh--
Um...
What are you up to
this fine evening?
Oh, I was wondering,
do you have,
like, stuff that makes a fire?
Oh, um...
-Matches?
-No, like a liquid.
-Is that a thing?
-Oh, yes.
-Lighter fluid.
-Yes. Do you have that?
Yes.
Why do you need it?
Um, my friends and I,
we're gonna make,
like, hot dogs.
Oh, hot dog sounds good.
Oh, I'm sorry, we only
bought two hot dogs.
Oh, no,
that's no problem, I'm--
I have dinner plans
with my mom.
That's not true.
I'm sorry, I just wanted
to close myself off
from the possibility
of being rejected.
That's no problem.
-I'll get the lighter fluid.
-Okay.
Do you wanna come
inside while I look?
Uh, no, sorry.
Can I wait outside?
Yeah. Don't worry about it.
Um, I'll be back soon.
This should do the trick.
Great, thanks.
And so do I just pour this
on the thing
I want to be on fire?
On the barbecue?
-Yes.
-Uh, yeah,
don't put too much
of it on there.
Okay.
Do you-- do you want my help?
No.
Thank you...
-Gavin.
-Gavin.
Yes. Thank you,
definitely, Gavin.
Uh, don't you live over there?
Ha! Yup, I... yup, definitely.
Oops.
Why do you have that?
I got it from the neighbor.
Why?
It's definitely not, like,
a good or normal
train of thought.
Okay.
I think I was gonna light
Decker's office on fire.
Okay...
Do you still wanna do it?
I don't know.
I will do it.
That's really nice.
-But no.
-No, seriously.
If you need someone
to burn his office down,
but you don't wanna
do it yourself,
I will do it.
No, I don't even
want him to die.
I do.
I don't want him to die.
Well, if you change
your mind...
Thanks.
Maybe we could burn
something smaller,
like his hair or his pens
or something.
I'll think about that.
Okay.
I have
to make hot dogs.
Oh, why?
I told the neighbor,
it's like this whole big lie.
I'm stuck in a lie.
Okay. I will do it.
-I'm sorry.
-No, it's fine.
I was gonna, like, kill a man,
so this is much easier.
Do we have hot dogs?
I don't know.
Hi.
Okay. I'm going to get coffee.
Do you want me
to pick you up?
Well, fuck.
This is really nice.
I guess um...
Yup. I love you.
You wanna come get coffee?
Salmon.
All right, you're picky,
an excellent quality.
Tuna.
Maybe you're just
smelling the can.
There's tuna inside.
All right, one of each.
Hey.
Is this all for you today?
Yes, thank you.
Did you bring a cat
into the grocery store?
No.
Yes, you did.
What did you say?
You're lying.
No, I'm not.
Here's your cat food.
We ran out of coffee.
I got some.
I got a cat.
Whatever you need.
Thank you for being here
and completing your summons.
For those of you
who haven't done this
and don't know what to expect,
please come up
and get a questionnaire.
Fill it out
and return it to us completed.
We have little pencils
if you need a little pencil.
The following jurors
are dismissed.
Juror one, three, five,
seven, eight,
30, 32,
39, 25,
42, 43,
49, 59.
You are dismissed.
Thank you.
You can go.
And do you think,
Mrs. Fuller,
based on that definition,
you understand the meaning
of beyond a reasonable doubt?
Yes.
That to be convinced beyond
a shadow of a doubt,
you must have been there
and seen the crime
with your own eyes?
Yes. I understand.
And do
the rest of you feel
you can apply that idea,
beyond a reasonable doubt,
- to this case?
- Mhmm.
How many of you
have children?
Uh, Mr. Woguard.
You have a child?
Uh, yes.
Soph just turned four.
Say you and your daughter
were at the park
and she's playing
on the monkey bars.
And you turned your back
for a few minutes,
and then she runs over
to you with a broken arm.
What would you think happened?
She fell off
the monkey bars
and broke her arm.
Yes,
so that's an example
of circumstantial evidence.
That's what you can
reasonably infer
based on the facts
that you have.
Does this make sense,
Mr. Woguard?
Yes.
And if instead another
child ran over to you
and told you he saw her
fall off the monkey bars,
that's direct testimony
because someone witnessed it.
Does everybody understand
that difference,
between
circumstantial evidence
and direct testimony?
Mhmm.
Without direct testimony,
we cannot be
positively certain
a crime has been committed.
As the prosecution,
I must prove
the defendant's guilt
beyond a reasonable doubt.
Meaning, that there is no
other reasonable explanation
that can come from
evidence presented.
If any of you have
been victims of a crime,
please raise your hand.
Uh, Mr. Faber,
what was the crime?
Uh, I was robbed.
At gunpoint.
Do you have
any reason to believe
that experience would make you
unable to serve
as an impartial juror
on this trial?
No.
Miss Ward.
What?
When I asked who has been
a victim of a crime,
did you raise your hand?
No, I realized
I shouldn't share it.
So...
You're unable
to share the crime?
Um...
It is frankly
my worst nightmare
to have to tell this
whole room of strangers
about the thing
that happened to me.
So--
that is the reasoning
as to why I did not decide
to continue having
my hand raised.
Thank you.
Do you think the crime
would make you unable to serve
as an impartial juror
on this case?
That is a good question,
and one I've been
thinking about.
Have you come
to any conclusions?
You know,
I think I would be better
not being on the jury
and instead would do better
fulfilling a different
civic role.
And what kind of civic role
do you have in mind?
So,
thank you for asking.
I am actually a professor,
part-time,
hopefully soon full-time,
which, teaching
is important work.
I think teaching is important.
Some would say that a teacher
makes an ideal juror.
Absolutely not, no.
On your questionnaire,
you wrote--
Oh, no, no.
I did not know that we would
be reading those aloud, so.
"How would your friends
describe you?"
"Smart."
Crossed out,
then the word "tall."
If the crime you were
a victim of makes you biased,
we will dismiss you.
Can I get in trouble
for telling you?
Why would you get in trouble
if you were the victim?
I don't know.
The law makes
no sense in my opinion.
I...
I haven't said it out
loud actually before.
Well, that's okay.
Did you go to the police?
No.
All I had was a button,
and I don't want him
to go to jail.
Why is that?
He has a kid.
I want him to stop being
someone who does that.
And if he went to jail,
he'd just be someone who
does that, who's now in jail.
Your honor,
may I approach the bench?
Agnes Ward, you are excused.
I'm sorry.
Clerk, you may call
the next juror.
Okay. We'll now call up...
Rex Haberman.
Rex?
Oh, my God.
Did you have a good time?
What?
Did you like the sex
we just had?
Mhmm.
Okay.
Good.
Thank you.
Thank you.
Agnes, we've gotten
incredibly positive feedback
from the students
in your discussion section
about your part-time
contribution
to this university.
From current faculty,
former faculty,
it's just all glowing.
-Former faculty?
-Yes.
You've been called,
let's see,
helpful,
supportive,
extraordinary.
We know there's been
talk about the open spot here
since Preston left,
we haven't--
well, we wanted to find
the right fit for the program.
And we are thrilled
to finally offer you
a full-time teaching
position here at Fairport.
Really?
Yes, yes.
The department
voted unanimously.
Wow. I accept.
Terrific.
You'll teach
our introductory course,
"The Twentieth Century Novel,"
which you've led a few times,
and you'll also create
your own elective.
We would love
for you to consider
teaching a class on the art
of the short story
since we all read your thesis
and frankly found
that fascinating.
Okay.
Or if there's another course
you'd rather teach, though.
No, no, it's just I--
I haven't looked at my thesis
since I published it,
but I will.
I can--
I can look through it,
and I will create a syllabus
for you to look at.
Wonderful.
We're thrilled to have you.
Thank you.
Agnes, I have
to tell you something.
I am in love.
- What?
- Yeah!
And like,
super, super gay.
Like, gayer than we thought.
Oh, wow.
Oh, my God.
With that person?
- Yeah. Fran.
- Okay.
- Yeah.
- Wow.
Wow. Okay, are you so happy
-being gay and in love?
-Oh, I'm like really,
really happy
being gay and in love.
Oh, my God,
you have to meet them!
Yeah, I totally do.
I do.
You-- Oh, Lydie,
you deserve to be in love
all the time forever.
Thank you, babe.
Well, well--
so I got the job.
What?
I got
the full-time position.
Oh, my God!
What? Agnes!
Yeah, well,
it's, it's--
not as good as being in love.
Yes it is.
This is amazing.
This is great.
Agnes.
Yeah, no, it's good.
You really, really
earned this, Agnes.
And here
is your office.
Let me know
if you need anything,
if a light bulb goes out,
anything like that.
-Thanks, Sophie.
-Mm.
"And it struck me,
as my automaton knees
went up and down
that I simply
did not know a thing
about my darling's mind
and that quite possibly
behind the awful,
juvenile cliches...
there was in her
a garden and a twilight
and a palace gate,
dim and adorable regions
which happened to be
lucidly and absolutely
forbidden--"
-Professor Ward.
-Yes.
I'm sorry, but I personally
found this book
really disgusting.
Well, Jeremy,
there's a world in which
that's a relief to hear.
How did you find
the writing itself?
Well, that's the thing is I--
I felt pissed off
because I...
really hated
the stuff happening
but I really liked the sort
of stuff he was saying.
-So I was pissed.
-Mmm, okay.
Was anyone else feeling
that way
caught between the form,
the presentation itself,
and the content
of that presentation?
Uh, professor...
that lady is back
looking through
the little window thing.
She is persistent.
Much like Humbert's desire
to freeze Lolita in time.
-Nice.
-Okay. Let's read.
"For I often noticed
that living as we did,
she and I,
in a world of total evil--"
-So...
-Hi.
Lydie got engaged.
Yeah.
When's the wedding?
It's in the summer.
-Do you like Fran?
-Oh, yeah. Fran is nice.
Reserved, kind of.
Really tall.
What's happening?
So you got the job.
Yes.
I wanted the job.
Okay.
-Do you feel bad at all?
-Yes.
But, for other reasons,
not because of this.
Okay, well, um--
just because things
come easy to you
doesn't mean that you
get to take things from people
who things don't come easy to.
Things don't come
easy to me.
Yes they do.
Everyone likes you.
-You're smart, you're hot.
-Thank you.
Ew, not like that.
Logan likes you,
Devin likes you.
Lydie likes you.
Decker likes you.
Well, you don't like me.
That's true.
That's true.
You know,
when I think about it,
I think Decker
actually hated me.
You were his chosen one.
That's a completely
insane thing to say.
No.
Because when you like
someone or, like,
when you respect someone,
there are some ways
people treat you
that are one way.
Respectful, and like,
you're a person
who lives and breathes
and thinks for themself.
And then some ways people
treat you are not that way,
and they're bad.
All right. Well, um,
I fucked him--
and, uh, he didn't
even take the time
to give me in-person notes
on my thesis. So...
You fucked him?
Yeah.
Did you want that?
Want what?
Was it on purpose?
Yes, it was on purpose.
We had, like, five minute sex.
It was just okay.
I've had better.
We're closed.
You can't park here.
Oh, shit. Oh, shit.
Look, I'm sorry
I yelled at you.
My kid, Hank, gets these
breathing attacks too,
real bad sometimes.
I know you're scared,
but you're off the road,
you're in your car,
and you're okay.
I'm gonna breathe
and you breathe with me.
Okay? You just follow.
All right? You ready? In...
Out... two, three, four, five.
In...
Out... two, three, four, five.
In...
Out... two, three, four, five.
In... two, three.
Out...
Two, three, four, five.
I gotta be honest,
I don't really
breathe like that,
but it feels good.
You doing okay?
Good for you.
You want a sandwich?
I wanted to put tables
out here
so, people, you know,
wouldn't sit on the ground.
It's a good sandwich.
You shouldn't eat
a good sandwich
while you're sitting
on the ground
where the pigeons shit.
Whatever.
But they said, you share a--
a parking lot
with the guys at the dump.
So you gotta ask
the guys at the dump.
No fucking way I'm asking
the guys at the dump!
Fucking assholes.
This is good.
Yeah, of course it's good.
You don't have
a sandwich shop,
you don't make
a good sandwich.
Spicy.
Calabrian chili,
very expensive.
Agnes.
Huh?
-Agnes?
-Yeah.
-Ugh.
-Whoa,
you sound like the mean guys
from the dump.
Hey! I res-- I resent that.
Those guys are assholes.
I'm honest, not an asshole.
You have a son?
He's an asshole.
Hank.
-Hank is--
-Ugh...
You don't have to tell me.
Sounds too much
like the word honk.
-You have kids?
-No.
Want some?
Uh... Well, I can't really
imagine myself old.
You think I imagined
myself like this?
No, believe it or not,
I did not think I would end up
looking like a yam
with a mouth on it.
But here we are.
It'll happen to you.
You won't know what hit you.
Something pretty bad
happened to me,
so that's probably why
I'm acting weird.
How bad?
Um...
I guess really bad.
You don't know it's bad?
No, I know it's bad.
But mainly because whenever
I tell anyone about it,
they look really scared
for me.
Except for my friend,
but she moved away.
And then sometimes I feel
bad when I think about it,
because...
I remember moments of it,
and I can feel in my body
that it was really bad.
But then sometimes
I don't think about it,
which is weird.
And I feel guilty when
I don't think about it.
Did it just happen?
Is that why you were
huffing and puffing?
No, it was three--
a little over three years ago.
Well, that's not
that much time.
I mean, it's a lot of time,
but it's not that
much time, too.
Yeah.
Are you...
okay in your house?
I have a cat.
Okay.
Olga, what the fuck?
Olga, go to bed.
Ugh, Olga,
did you shit in my bed?
Oh! Olga, what the fuck?
Oh, my God.
Oh, if you wanted to kill it,
you should have
just killed it!
Okay. I'm coming back.
I'm coming back.
It'll be over soon.
Okay. Okay.
Okay. What do I need?
What am I looking for?
Oh! A bag, a bag!
I got a bag!
I'm coming back!
I'm back, I'm back,
I'm so sorry.
Are you okay?
No, no you're not,
you're dying.
Get in the bag.
Just go in the bag.
I'm sorry.
I'm so sorry.
Oh, God.
Gavin!
Gavin!
Gavin!
Agnes, are you okay?
Agnes? What--
Are you okay?
Will you come fuck me?
Yes.
Wait, wait. I need shoes.
I um-- I do need shoes.
One second.
Oh, hey.
Can I pee?
Oh, yeah. Definitely.
Can I get in?
Oh, in the bath?
Yeah.
Uh, sure.
I'm just gonna
turn around here.
Don't mind me.
You don't have to hide it.
It's small right now.
Men are so weird.
Thank you.
Oh, that's nice.
It's a good temperature.
Thank you.
I'm embarrassed that
I was hiding my dick.
That's okay.
I put my hair over my boobs.
So true.
I'm sorry the bathtub
is so small.
This bathtub?
No, it's good.
What if I sat behind you?
-Why?
-So, uh...
it could be like a hug.
Okay.
-Yeah?
-Yeah.
Oh, wait. Can I look at it?
At my dick?
Yeah.
Hmm...
I've never seen one
that soft.
Okay, I think that
just gave me nightmares
for the next decade.
No, I mean, you just never
get to see them like that.
They're better like this.
Hmm...
Okay, I'm done.
Mm.
Mm.
Do you think you want
the stuff that everyone has?
What do you mean?
Like, uh,
family or whatever.
I don't know.
Do you want that stuff?
With you?
No.
No, I mean,
it was your question.
Yeah. I want that stuff.
Nice.
Do you?
Well...
You know, probably just
to keep Lydie closer...
but I don't see it.
See it where?
Like, in my head.
I don't see myself getting
older or having kids.
I don't see myself.
I think you'd be a great mom.
Why?
You're very nice.
I'm not that nice.
People always say
they don't want a kid,
but then things change.
What we want and stuff--
I think it changes.
It's too cold.
I think it's nice.
Hi! Yay!
Hey, hey, hey.
-I missed you.
-I missed you.
I missed you so much.
Oh, my God.
Is the baby here?
The baby's here.
The baby's here.
-Hi, Agnes.
-Hi, Fran.
Fran.
-Yes?
-Remember?
Oh, Oh!
Yeah.
Big day!
Definitely.
All right, sweetie...
So, you're glad you came?
I'm so, so, so, so glad.
And now I know
what an exploding vagina
looks like.
Mhmm.
-So be honest.
-Mhmm.
Do you like her?
-My baby?
-Yeah.
Yeah.
-I really like my baby.
-Well, that's really good.
And you still like me, right?
Yes, Agnes.
-I love you both.
-Cool.
-Lydie?
-Yeah?
-Babe, will you grab the baby?
-Yeah, of course. One second.
-Hey.
-Hi.
-You need help with the stuff?
-No, no, no.
-Okay.
-Hi.
Muah.
-Hi.
-Hi.
Look at this.
Oh, let me grab one.
No, I love holding them.
So, are you-- oh, yes.
Hi. Wow.
She has much more
of a face.
Mhmm.
Little freaky
baby Janie.
Oh, not Janie.
Just doing Jane.
Hi, nice to see you again.
Oh, oh.
Oh, it's okay.
-Oh, I didn't--
-It's okay.
It happens all the time.
Oh, really, does that happen?
Is it my face?
Hello, is it my face?
Lighthouse day!
Lighthouse day.
Fran. Fran.
Lighthouse day!
Lighthouse day.
Janie, Janie. Lighthouse day!
She actually didn't sleep
- super well, so.
- Oh.
Yeah, we're really, really
fucking tired.
Yeah, I don't think
she's gonna be in for,
like, a big thing today.
The baby?
Well, she's just a baby,
she could do whatever.
I mean, not really.
But you two go.
I will stay here.
Oh, really? Okay.
I really wanted you
to see it.
Babe, I will see it
at some point. It's okay.
Okay.
No.
No, you two go.
No, no, someone
has to stay with Jane.
I'll do it.
Really?
Oh, Jane is actually
really particular.
I will do it.
Oh, my God.
Agnes, thank you so much.
Fran, we're free! We're free.
The lighthouse
is very romantic.
You two should be
there alone together.
Make another baby
or whatever.
Like,
twenty minutes, that's it.
One question.
What if she kills me?
She's not gonna kill you.
Hey...
Don't drop her.
No. I won't drop her.
Okay...
Okay.
Okay.
Thank you.
Here you go.
Thank you.
-Here you go, babe.
-Thank you.
Lydie?
Yeah?
What do I say to her?
Babe, you don't have
to say anything.
Twenty minutes.
Hi.
I'm Agnes.
Pretty weird you're gonna
be a person someday.
No offense, but you
look insane right now.
Skin and just
a small amount of hair.
Don't worry.
It won't be like that
in a little.
Is this okay or...
All right.
I'll put you down.
Oh. I'll pick you back up.
Okay, okay, okay.
You're so sweet looking.
When you grow up,
you can tell me whatever.
Like, if you have a thought
and you're like,
that's a bad thought,
I probably had that
same thought but, like,
ten times worse.
So you can just tell me.
I'll never be scared by that.
If someone does
something bad to you--
If someone says
something scary...
If you wanna kill yourself
with like a pencil
or a knife or whatever,
you can just tell me.
I'll never tell you
you're scaring me.
I'll just say, yeah.
I know.
It's just like that sometimes.
Yeah.
I'm sorry
that bad things
are gonna happen to you.
I hope they don't.
If I can ever stop
something from being bad,
let me know.
But sometimes
bad stuff just happens.
That's why I feel bad for you,
in a way.
That you're alive
and you don't know that yet.
But I can still listen
and not be scared.
So that's good.
Or that's something, at least.