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[dramatic orchestral music]
♪♪♪
[running footfalls]
[panting]
[lively pop music]
♪♪♪
♪ You said you just want to be friends ♪
♪♪♪♪
♪ But you know for me there's no going back ♪
♪♪♪♪
♪ And I'm sorry that I couldn't stop this attraction ♪
♪♪♪♪
♪ Now there's nothing between us but awkward interaction ♪
♪♪♪♪
♪ Oh, I never had a chance ♪
♪ There's no way I'd understand ♪
♪ You should've told me ♪
♪♪♪♪
♪ Now I'm trying to escape ♪
♪ Yeah, I'm trying to run away from you ♪
♪♪♪♪
♪ Me and you have the same friends ♪
♪ I see you on weekends ♪
♪ You and your boyfriend ♪
♪ It's driving me crazy ♪
[clicking]
[grunting]
[woman gasping]
[screams]
WOMAN: Are you going to be okay?
[low dramatic music]
♪♪♪
♪♪♪♪
[indistinct distant chatter]
[cellphone chimes]
MAN: Are you finished that email yet?
[sighs]
[indistinct chatter]
Shawn, can I talk to you for a minute?
I guess.
Uh, I've just been editing your release for VitaChew,
"The gummy with its own special blend of multivitamins
guaranteed to lower your cholesterol."
-Yeah? -So, unfortunately,
the FDA has very strict guidelines
on what we can and can't say when it comes to supplements.
-Okay, what did I say? -"Guaranteed"
Our products haven't been clinically tested,
so we can't guarantee that they'll do anything-
-Okay, so change it. -Right, yes, absolutely.
And then also, this line: "lowers your cholesterol".
We can't say that either.
The best we could say something like,
"it promotes healthy cholesterol levels".
That doesn't sound hard. Just put that in.
Great. Right.
Oh, and then just one more thing.
Just, you know, when I add all that in,
I also have to include this.
"This statement has not been evaluated
by the Food and Drug Administration.
This product is not intended to diagnose,
treat, cure, or prevent any disease."
Okay. Just... whatever.
No one reads this shit anyway.
So, it looks like we have to stop selling Morning Glow B-16.
I know, I know it's bullshit.
But that woman in Arkansas went into a coma, so...
The lawyers think she probably mixed up her meds,
but still, we gotta phase it out.
But when we do, we're going to be ready
to roll with Power Dawn B-16!
Now, the lab guys think that they switched out
the right enzyme, so hopefully,
we should be able to pick up right where we left off.
But, in the meantime, we gotta put everything out
for Power Dawn like it's a new product.
But when all this shit is done,
here's what's coming down the pipeline:
Pro-Lig Joint Pain Supplement.
Hm. That's cool.
Big fucking deal, okay?
We're a couple of months out from launch,
but I want everybody bringing their A-game
to get this fucker out there.
[indistinct murmurs]
There's a lot of fucking octogenarians out there
with joint pain. They're living longer than ever.
Okay? So keep thinking about this one.
This is going to be huge.
-Great job, team. -Thanks, man.
Thank you.
Mr. McKay, I was just wondering if you'd had a chance
to see my email about upping my responsibilities?
I just think I could do more than copyediting.
I've got a degree in English--
Anne, I think this is great, you know?
And I want to tell you how much I appreciate your input.
I'm out of my office after 2:30 for meetings,
but if you come by at 2:15,
I can slip you in for ten minutes.
-How's that sound? -Oh, my God, I'd love that.
Great. I'll see you then.
Great. Okay.
♪♪♪♪
[knocking]
He left early.
He'll be out for the rest of the day.
[footsteps]
[video blares]
[sighs deeply]
[melancholy instrumental music]
♪♪♪♪
[sighs]
♪♪♪♪
[phone keys clicking]
♪♪♪♪
[bleep]
♪♪♪♪
Anne, what do I always say?
You are way too good for those assholes.
I know, I know.
Damn it, I forgot my Chapstick.
Do you have any?
Oh, yeah.
-Jesus, Anne. -Yeah, I know.
The street sweeping, they just keep getting me.
Have you paid any of these?
No, but I have come very close.
Babe, if you're a little short--
No, I'm not short. I just haven't--
I just haven't brought them inside yet.
Okay.
[revving]
[lively rock music]
♪♪♪♪
Hey, can you cut through the park?
I know the way to my own house.
Just trust me.
Oh, pull over.
Oh, yeah.
-What are we doing? -Oh, there he is.
Every beautiful day.
Kiara Aubusson, look at you.
I'm not hurting anyone.
Isn't this exactly the kind of stuff
we complain about when men do it?
-Oh, that's not the same thing. -How?
'Cause it's not rape-y when we do it.
Can we go now?
Oh! Just hold on a second.
[clicks tongue]
Mental picture. I'm gonna use that one later.
-Oh, great. -Thanks, Travis.
-Oh, Travis? -Mm-hm.
How do you know his name?
He just looks like a Travis. Can you imagine?
It's like, "Ooh, yeah, fuck me, Travis. Fuck me.
Yeah, Travis, fuck me. Fuck me harder, Travis.
Fuck me harder." Whoa!
[squeals]
Holy shit.
Get out of the way!
You are the worst.
I'm actually doing what's good for my marriage.
-Trust me. -Mm-hm.
I think it's very healthy to have a fantasy life.
I can take all that sexual energy that I got from Travis,
and then just bring it home to Mitch.
And does Mitch fantasize about other women?
Oh, he better fucking not.
[giggles]
♪♪♪♪
Hey, you forgot something.
[scoffs]
Maybe Greg can pay them.
They're not Greg's tickets.
So what?
Let him chip in for a change.
You're paying his rent, right?
Look, it's not your responsibility
to keep him afloat.
I'm just saying if Greg got off his ass and got a job--
He's working on it. He's applying for stuff.
Why can't you just pick a nice guy for once?
Greg is very nice.
Greg is very pretty.
What about Travis back there?
Uh, I look at Travis. I married Mitch.
Greg is going to get a job.
He's actually in an interview right now.
[panting and moaning]
What happened next?
Anne? What happened next?
Um...
I told him to leave.
What the fuck are you doing?
-Baby, I can explain this. -You fucked up good, son.
You--!
What the fuck, bitch? You're a psycho.
-Anne, baby, I am so sorry- -No, just get out!
[sloshing]
That must have been hard for you.
[simple piano notes]
I said that must have been hard for you.
I heard you.
-And? -Why am I talking to you?
It's just good to talk things through sometimes.
No, why am I talking to you?
Why am I talking to a psychiatrist?
Also, they took my phone.
Are they even allowed to do that?
There was just a few details leading up
to your injury that I need to clarify.
Right, okay. I have a sprained ankle.
I don't really understand what you think I'm holding back.
That's what we'll find out together.
That's the shrinkiest thing I've ever heard anyone say.
Look, is there...
I don't know, maybe someone else
with a similar name that the hospital's got me confused with?
-What like 'Jan', you mean? -Well, I don't know.
I came in for a simple injury and next thing I know
I'm talking to the hospital therapist.
A simple injury.
Can you--? Please don't do that?
The, the repeating.
Okay, I won't.
Yes, syndesmosis.
High ankle sprain. That's day surgery.
Let's get back to your break-up.
No. How on Earth is that relevant?
Maybe it is. Maybe it isn't.
Okay, that is even worse than the repetition.
Anne, we can go around in circles all day,
but I'm the only one who can sign off on your discharge.
For a fucking sprained ankle?
Sorry. Sorry.
What was your question?
No specific question.
I just thought it must have been really hard
to find your boyfriend with another woman.
Yeah. Yes, it was.
So how did you respond after Greg had moved out?
I don't know, I dealt with it.
I had a drink, went for a run, got on with my life.
I threw myself into my work.
So, the woman in Arkansas died.
Mm. God.
But, hey, she had a good life, you know,
and the lawyers have released us from all responsibility.
So, you know, Power Dawn it is.
Same product, beautiful new packaging,
copy, testimonials. Everything.
You all know what you gotta do.
-Any questions? -Um...
-Annie. -Oh, it's Anne.
Ah, sorry, I had a girlfriend in high school named Annie.
You look a bit like her.
Um, I actually had a question about Pro-Lig.
Now you're talking.
Now, I know we're not there yet,
but I've been thinking about some of our marketing angles.
Yes, absolutely.
When we get to the email campaign,
I really wanna nail that grandparent demographic.
Right, exactly.
So, this is gonna sound a bit outside of our comfort zone,
but I think that we can make a social media play.
Facebook hasn't filtered spam the same way
that email has, so someone could see an ad for a supplement
and think that it's targeted specifically towards them.
They might not even think of it as advertising.
I don't know, 80-year-olds on Facebook?
The stats are surprisingly encouraging.
Ah, direct mail and email has always
been our honeypot with these older folks, Annie.
Hey, my grandfather's 90 and he's on Instagram.
[laughs]
I mean, he has no clue how it works,
but that's how he sees pictures of his friends.
Oh-ho, I love that.
That's a really great example.
Um, now, Instagram doesn't have quite the same penetration
in the 75-plus demo as Facebook does--
Instagram, Facebook, whatever.
The point is we can reach people this way, right?
-Yes, sir, we can. -Great. Let's do it.
Annie, I want you to run point on this
as long as it doesn't interfere with Power Dawn.
-No, of course not. -Great. Get me all the data,
and when we're ready, we'll check budgets
and then we'll jump into copy. Okay?
-Great. -Great.
So, Power Dawn it is.
Now, completely new...
♪ Open your eyes ♪
♪♪♪♪
♪ You gotta open your eyes ♪
♪♪♪
♪ Do you feel like the whole world's out to get you ♪
[phone beeps]
[pants]
Oh, what?
Hello.
Oh. Um. Sorry.
♪♪♪♪
Sweet.
Dr. Cooper to the nurses' station 4-East.
Thank you.
Did you start dating again?
[chuckles]
Why is that funny?
You married?
-I am. -How about you?
Yeah, 36 years next month.
We were high-school sweethearts.
Well, good for you guys because it's a minefield out there.
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Bye-bye. Oh, yeah.
♪♪♪♪
Bye-bye.
♪♪♪♪
Oh, yeah. It's a match.
♪♪♪♪
♪ Early in the morning ♪
[phone chimes]
♪ Then again around noon ♪
♪ Later in the evening ♪
♪ By the light of the moon ♪
♪ Any time of day it's ♪
[phone chimes]
♪ Never too soon ♪
♪♪♪♪
[phone chimes]
♪ Every day, baby, I've been calling you ♪
[phone chimes]
♪♪♪
[phone chimes]
♪♪♪♪
Eventually, you find a guy who can at least carry on
a respectful chat conversation and then you meet them.
There's a lot of evidence that really supports a flat earth.
Is this what you wear all the time?
This is actually a-- a friendship ring.
Rap begins with Vanilla Ice and ends with Eminem.
You've never seen Bad Boyz II?
My mom. I still live with my mom.
-Actually-- -Actually--
Think you'd look better as a blonde.
And practically every street has a gelato place.
It is insane.
I gained, like, ten pounds in three days.
Well, when in Rome, literally.
Yeah. So, have you ever been?
No, I wish. But there is this gelato place on Lexington.
Dulce Nueva.
Yes. Yes. Do you know it?
I work like three blocks from there.
I have to try really hard every day to not go in that place.
Excuse me, I'm just going to run to the restroom.
Okay. I'll just be here.
♪♪♪♪
Jesus Christ.
Security, get him out of here.
What, I didn't do anything.
Fuck you. You're out of here.
[indistinct chatter]
What the hell?
Sorry, dude.
You're going to need a fresh one of these.
♪♪♪
Men are trash.
♪♪♪♪
MAN: I think it's the next block over.
[phone chimes]
Punctuation is a thing for me.
So a guy who knows how to use his possessive apostrophes
and his semicolons correctly is a huge turn-on.
I thought I'd try and change my luck,
so it didn't bother with the first date drinks at the bar.
I agreed to meet him at the movie,
told my friends we were going, drove separately.
I've never seen Touch of Evil.
-Did you enjoy it? -Yeah, sort of.
[giggles]
♪♪♪♪
Gross.
This scene is so unnecessary.
Why are they--?
Making out in the back of the movie theatre is so not me.
It's so shamefully clichéd.
It's like the kind of thing my parents
would have done when they were teenagers.
No offence.
None taken. I think.
[chuckles]
So, you found Tom exciting?
Yeah.
After what I've been through, it was exciting.
Oh, my God! Oh, sorry.
Oh! Oh, God, I'm sorry, I'm so sorry.
No worries. I'm Rick, by the way.
Hi, yeah. Nice to meet you.
[chuckles, sniffs]
Yeah, I saw you running the other day.
You look great.
I mean, you know, you have great form.
Let me know if you want to run together sometime.
It could be fun.
Yeah, yeah. I actually gotta go.
Hey, yeah. No, no, no. I'm here.
I just parked my car.
Sorry. I'm late. I know.
I got stuck at work.
Talk to you later, I guess?
Bitch.
So, second date.
We tried Touch of Evil again, this time on Netflix.
It's a really good movie, I swear.
Oh, I totally-- I totally believe you.
There's this one scene they spent all day rehearsing.
Oh. Okay. One more--
-Not now. -Okay.
Mm-hm. [chuckling]
[laughing]
What happened?
Have you ever owned a pleather couch?
[creaking]
[couch makes flatulence noise]
[laughing]
-That wasn't me. -No, I know.
I know, it's just my stupid couch.
[flatulence sound]
[laughing]
Uh, you laughing at me is not awesome.
I know. I'm not laughing at you.
It's the couch, I promise.
[creaking]
[laughing]
[squeal]
[panting, grunting]
For a first time, it was actually pretty good.
I couldn't afford a new couch,
so the next day I bought some blankets,
muffle the sound a bit.
[knocking]
Would you excuse me for a minute?
Dr. Smith to Pediatrics.
Hello.
Hi, Uh, I'm Mike Olson.
I'm lead detective on Anne Bennett's case.
I usually work with Frank Kierry.
Is he around?
Dr. Kierry has moved to Maryland,
so I guess that makes me your new Frank.
Right. Okay. We basically know what happened,
but the case file says your department
won't let anyone see her. I need to confirm some details.
It's a little more complicated than that.
Miss Bennett is having an issue absorbing what happened.
Dr. Glaze to the E.R.
Right. Look, uh, Doctor...
-Atlas. -Atlas, okay.
I'm sure you can appreciate the need for efficiency here.
Oh, of course, of course.
But there are huge gaps in the patient's memories.
I need a little more time.
Okay. Keep me posted.
Absolutely.
What's going on out there?
Oh, red tape.
[sighs]
How did you get that bruise on your head?
What?
You have a bruise on your head.
Do you remember how you got it?
♪♪♪♪
Oh, yeah.
I banged my head in the mirror in my bathroom.
What?
What does this have to do with my sprained ankle?
Your what?
My sprained ankle. The reason I'm here.
Come on, we talked about this.
I came in for minor surgery on an ankle sprain
and then you came in here and jumped up my ass
about all this stuff that I can't remember.
I remember a conversation.
I don't remember anything about a sprained ankle.
Oh, for God's sake. No.
That's not right, because I came in
for surgery for an ankle sprain.
♪♪♪♪
"Broken fibula."
♪♪♪♪
Have I had this the whole time?
It's not unusual to have memory loss or confusion
when one has suffered a traumatic injury.
♪♪♪
Sprained ankle, broken fibula, same sort of thing, right?
It's probably those painkillers.
As opposed to, you know, I'm losing my mind.
What was it like to be dating again?
Yeah, it was great.
Um, I really liked Tom.
[phone chimes]
[phone keys clicking]
[phone chimes]
[clicking]
[keys clicking]
[phone chimes]
It was new and everything was exciting,
Tom was kind of like a flavor enhancer,
just made everything even better.
And so I finished up my finance degree at OSU.
Go Buckeyes.
And then took a job out here.
I must be doing something right 'cause they keep promoting me.
Mm-hm. Mm-hm. Mm-hm. What's your living situation?
I own a loft at the Maitland.
-ow many bedrooms? -wo.
Any previous marriages? Kids we should know about?
No previous marriages and no kids.
But I am the fun uncle to Dean and Paul.
Aw! You're a funcle?
All right. I like this one.
-Is he a good kisser? -Kiara!
-What? -Yes.
[chuckles]
Oh, babe, show them the resort.
Resort?
We're going on a special anniversary trip.
-What? -Show them.
-Park Hyatt Maldives. -Very nice.
Private beach villa. Nothing but cocktails and sex.
-Naturally. -Honey, please.
What, like they don't know what we're going to be up to?
There's lots of other things to do there.
Oh, like what?
-Canoeing. -Oh.
-Archery. -Mm.
Ah, basketball courts.
Ah, man, I used to love playing basketball.
Yeah. Ah, past tense?
Ah, too many injuries.
I'm prone to syndesmosis ligament problems.
High ankle sprains.
I spent most of my teen years on and off crutches
and in and out of moon boots.
Sounds like you need Pro-Lig.
Oh, that your new supplement?
Yes. And guess who's writing the copy.
-Stop, really? -Mm-hm.
Made some great suggestions a while back,
and my boss said I could run with it, so...
-Wow. That's amazing. -Good job.
-I'm so proud of you. -Great job.
Your entrees are on the way out from the kitchen.
Can I get everybody another round?
Ah, yeah, let's get another bottle.
And tonight's on me.
That's very nice. He's a keeper.
So, when can I get this miracle pill?
Well, to be honest,
you're not really in our target demographic.
Oh, dear.
Got any grandparents with sore knees?
"Pro-Lig is not guaranteed to do anything."
[scoffs] It doesn't work?
I mean, it doesn't not work.
It won't make your joints worse.
[chuckling]
And, actually, according to the research,
61% of users did experience some joint relief.
Well, 61%, not bad.
Except it's not actual clinical testing.
It's kind of like the bare minimum
they have to do to say they tested it at all.
So those users may have only manifested an improvement
or imagined they felt better. It's a whole thing.
Anyway, whatever, it's a job.
-It's a job. -Yep.
-It's a job. -Hey, cheers.
-To new love. -Oh, boy.
-And to old love. -Mm.
And to fucking on a private beach!
Sorry.
[laughs]
I wish you could bottle that early feeling
when you just want the other person all the time.
Everything they do turns you on.
Even thinking about them makes you smile like a goof.
You're staring at me.
Yeah.
You like the way I wash dishes?
I kind of like everything you do.
Mm. Mm. Hello.
[chuckles]
Love this guy.
[yelps]
[chuckles]
[quick smooch]
But that early feeling doesn't last, does it?
Which is totally normal, right?
Oh, of course, of course.
When did the new relationship shine start to fade?
[keyboard clicking]
[phone chimes]
[sighs]
[snap]
[frustrated sigh]
Hey, what you doing there?
Hmm?
Oh, Words with Buddies.
What is that?
It's kind of like Scrabble,
but with subtle differences to avoid copyright issues.
Ah, you playing against someone?
Yeah, Alan G-77.
Alan?
I don't know, the game assigns people randomly, but he's good.
I'm only up by two points.
Can I see?
Hmm?
Here, let me see.
Jesus, how do you use this thing?
Um, I squint mostly.
[scoffs]
I know a great screen-repair guy,
Can get you another one for 100 bucks.
Thank you, but I can't really afford that.
Oh, forget it. I got you.
Mm. Ah. This is easy.
[phone chimes]
-"Mall"? -Six points.
Yeah, but there's a triple word score that I was trying to use.
Uch, of course, he just used it.
Okay. Well, find a better word.
No, it's okay. I can do it.
Come on, we'll do it together.
How about this?
"Style." Yeah, that's good.
Mm.
[phone chimes]
[clattering]
Mm. So how are things with you and Tom?
Yeah, they're good.
Yeah. How's the sex?
Kiara.
What? They're a couple.
They're having sex.
Presumably, they have coffee from time to time too.
I'm very happy to talk about coffee.
Okay, great.
So, last night, while Mitch and I were having coffee,
I put a ball-gag in his mouth
and I whipped him like a racehorse.
Oh, jeeze. Oh, please, you love it.
I do.
So, it's good?
Not just the sex. Tom.
The whole package, not just the package.
Yeah. Tom is great. He's amazing.
So is the package.
Yes.
[phone rings]
Hey, Dougie.
Can he call you in an hour?
Thanks, hon.
So, you guys just use each other's phones?
Yeah, of course. Mitch has nothing to hide.
Oh, cut or uncut?
I need to know these things.
The buzz is fucking building, people.
I'm telling you, the focus groups were great.
And the bean counters found an extra $40,000
for the social media strategies.
Now let's talk color schemes.
Um, actually, Mr. McKay,
I have a copy suggestion I wanted to share with the group.
So I was thinking of opening with "Sick of joint pain?"
But I think now I'm actually gonna go with
"Tired of joint pain?"
because we're not claiming to cure sickness.
We are simply offering an alternative to being
weighed down by the chronic aches and pains
that folks of this age suffer from every day.
It's a tiny shift, but I think
it will subtly change how people read it.
Hey, if it sells more pills.
Shawn, what do you think?
-Oh, yeah, that could work. -Great.
Incorporate it into the copy.
-You got it. -Anything else? Okay, great.
Wait, sir. I thought I was writing the copy.
You?
You did?
You're the copy editor, Anne.
You edit the copy.
And, and you're great at it.
Sir, you told me to run point on this.
Oh, I meant the research,
you know, all that Facebook stuff you were talking about.
-You did that, right? -Yeah.
And, Shawn, you've been working on the copy, right?
-Yeah. -Make the exchange.
Good teamwork, that's good teamwork.
Where were we?
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♪♪♪♪
That must have been unpleasant.
Yeah, no shit.
I finally thought we were getting somewhere.
"We"?
I.
What did I say? "We"?
Sure there's some psychological reason for that.
Maybe.
You were in a new relationship, but doubts had started
to creep in about it, about the two of you.
"We."
Right.
Do you make a good living at your job?
I can pay my bills.
Easily?
I mean, no, not easily.
An opportunity for advancement at your work doesn't pan out,
but you've met this new fella who's very generous
with his money. Maybe you felt a little trapped.
I wasn't trapped. I really liked Tom.
At your job, then.
You felt your work wasn't respected,
but you couldn't quit because you needed the money.
No, I've quit jobs before.
I always land on my feet.
"On your feet."
[clicking]
Sorry, can we talk about something else for a minute?
I thought you were anxious to get out of here.
I am. I just--
This isn't working for me right now.
We can talk about anything you want.
Or nothing at all.
Yeah, let's do that. Nothing at all.
♪♪♪♪
Okay. We'll pick this up tomorrow.
Good night.
[pants]
[rattling]
[sighs]
Making progress?
-It's a tricky case. -Why's that?
It's not your typical five stages of grief.
I'm trying to get some background info
just so I can lead her up--
We don't need any background info.
Actually, it does help to lead her into the larger discussion.
I wanna talk to her.
-No. -No?
She's in a very fragile state.
She barely remembers anything.
So, push her. Jog her memory.
It doesn't work that way.
A crime has been committed here.
I wanna talk to the victim.
And I'm telling you that the victim
doesn't even realize there was a crime.
She thought she was in here for a sprained ankle,
which has become a broken fibula.
-You serious? -Swear to God.
It's called dissociative amnesia.
It's very frequent in trauma victims.
It usually presents as memory loss.
But in some cases, the patient can manifest
new memories to cover up the pain of the old ones.
I got to tell you, I feel like Frank
would have gotten this done by now.
Perhaps, but he's not here.
I assure you I am doing my best.
I will find out what happened.
Just get it done.
You still working?
MM. This is a tough one.
For my patient, not for me.
Well, I'm sure you'll figure it out for, uh, her or him.
How much am I allowed to know?
Well, it's a her.
And she's suffering from seriously repressed memories.
The rest is doctor-patient stuff.
Say no more.
This, I can tell you.
The detective on the case is a piece of work.
Oh?
Has no understanding of psychology
or how to deal with a trauma victim.
Thinks I should just push a little harder.
What's his name?
-Mike Olson. -Ooh.
Sounds like a '70's sitcom character.
[scoffs] I can handle him.
It's her I'm worried about.
I know you'll find a way.
-You always do, right? -Yeah.
Good night, sweetheart.
[smooches] Night, love.
[grunts]
♪♪♪
♪♪♪♪
Good morning.
♪♪♪♪
What is this? Like aromatherapy?
Sort of.
Do you have any allergies?
-No. -Okay.
[spritzes]
-What do you smell? -I don't know.
I can't-- I can't really tell.
The cleaning stuff they use here is very overpowering.
Ammonia. Gets out those tough stains.
Okay.
[spritzes]
What did you smell?
Uh, something metallic, maybe.
Okay. What about this one?
[spritzes]
Uh, vanilla extract, something like that.
Not bad.
Sorry, what is the point of this?
Does it have to have a point?
Yesterday was really hard on you, so I didn't want
to come in this morning and just continue the interrogation.
And it's a nice way to relax.
Okay, last one.
[spritzing]
Oh, La Petite Robe Noir.
The little black dress. It's a perfume.
Do you wear it?
Mm-hm. I have a bottle of it at home.
Do you wear it to work?
No, I never wear it to work. I don't want the attention.
So, just on special occasions.
Yeah, going out, that sort of thing.
Okay. See? Easy-peasy.
[clicking]
I was trying to not screw things up with Tom.
One. Two.
Three.
Ah! Sugar.
Oh-ho-ho.
[chuckles]
Okay. All right. All right. Two hands.
Okay, so...
-One-- -Mm-hm.
Two. Three.
Oh! Sorry.
-You okay? -Yeah, fine.
Are you sure?
Yeah, I'm fine, I'm fine.
It's fine. Let's try again.
-No cheating. -Okay.
Ready? One...
[both] Two, three.
Hey, sorry, I saw you and thought I should come over.
Yeah, of course. How are you doing?
I'm great. Thanks. You?
Yeah, everything's going great.
Yeah, yeah.
-Hi, I'm Anne. -Hi.
Oh, I'm sorry. Anne, this is Sarah.
We used to go out.
-Ahh. -Awkward.
No, no, it's okay.
Sorry, I shouldn't have put you on the spot.
Oh, no, no, no.
Wow. You're, uh, you're engaged.
Couple months now.
His name's Keith.
From Michigan. You'd hate him.
[laughs]
No, he's great. He's really sweet.
Anyway, it was great running into you.
And lovely to meet you.
Likewise.
♪♪♪♪
[yawns] Okay.
Oh! Mmm.
Hey.
[muffled]
Oh. Okay. Easy, tiger.
Okay-- Mm-- Tom, slow down.
'Kay, Tom? Stop. Stop.
Tom! I said stop.
What?
Just slow down for a second.
I'm being passionate.
No, you're being rough.
Rough?
Intense. We just got home.
It's just a little much. That's all.
What happened to "I like everything you do"?
That's how I felt in that moment.
In this moment I feel like you are irritated
about running into your ex, and I don't feel like
being made into a physical expression of that irritation.
Wow. Uh, I'm going to go to bed.
Wait, Tom, can we talk about this?
I'm going to bed.
No-- Well, thanks for that.
I barely touched you. Don't be so dramatic.
[door slams]
♪♪♪♪
Did you say anything?
No.
Why do you think that was?
I don't know, it was just something
that happened in the moment.
But it shouldn't have happened.
Yeah, but couples fight.
You and your husband have never fought?
Not physically.
Well, this wasn't a physical fight.
It was an accident.
Okay. It was an accident.
But being dismissive, walking away like that?
Abuse doesn't have to be physical.
Yeah, I know that,
and I'm saying that this wasn't a big deal.
So, you kept on seeing Tom.
Yes, of course I did.
This isn't what you're making it sound like.
-Did the abuse continue? -No.
Abuse? No. It's not like you punched me.
He bumped me as he walked past.
It was abuse. Anne, it was abuse.
♪♪♪♪
Did the abuse continue?
♪♪♪♪
Yes.
Did it get worse?
♪♪♪
Yes.
Did you pay my parking tickets?
-Tom? -Mm? Uh, yeah.
Yeah, I saw them at your place the other night.
You didn't have to do that.
I'm happy to.
I know things can be a bit tight for you sometimes.
Truth.
Well.
That was very nice of you.
Mm-hm.
Are you almost done?
Uh, not really.
Oh. Okay.
Well, um, do you maybe want to take a break and watch some TV?
[sighs]
This is important.
Right. Yes, of course.
Okay.
Uh, you can watch something.
Just keep the volume low.
No, it's fine, I don't want to disturb you.
I didn't say you had to stay over tonight.
Okay. So...
Hello. Oh, Jesus!
You're waving your hand in front of my face!
Yes, to get your attention.
I can't give you my attention right now, Anne,
I have an important job.
Oh, meaning what? Meaning I don't, right?
-Didn't say that. -No, you didn't say anything.
-Fuck off, okay? I'm busy. -Fuck off?
No, I'm not telling you to fuck off.
-I'm just busy. -I'm going to go.
So, now you're going to be a martyr.
I don't want to hang around where I'm not wanted.
-I'm working! -Yes, I understand that.
But you don't have to be such an asshole about it.
[gasps]
I'm-- I'm sorry. I'm sorry. I'm sorry.
I am so sorry. Hey, I'm sorry.
I'm sorry.
I'm just-- I'm just stressed with work and-- I'm sorry.
I'm sorry.
Um, let's-- let's-- let's do something together.
You-- you want to watch something on TV?
-Yeah? -Yeah.
Okay. Um, uh... What do you want to watch?
I don't know. I don't--
-Okay, um... -[sniffs]
Uh, how about an old movie?
Something with Audrey Hepburn, maybe?
-Yep. -Yeah?
Okay.
Uh, let's see what we've got.
[clicking]
Uhhh...
Charade? Cary Grant?
Always a good one.
♪♪♪♪
I'm sorry. I'm sorry.
♪♪♪♪
♪♪♪
[alarm beeps]
[grunts]
[alarm stops]
[deep sigh]
I have never needed a coffee more.
[sighs]
You want some?
Anne.
We need to talk about last night.
Yeah. I don't even know what happened.
You hit me.
Oh, I know. That's--
That's not what I meant.
I meant...
I don't even know what came over me.
Has this happened before?
I mean, my brothers and I used to fight,
but no, never.
[sighs]
I don't--
I don't deal with my stress well.
I know that's not an excuse.
I want to be all of the amazing things that you want in a man.
In a partner.
I want to be charming and sophisticated and sweet
and sexy and make money.
I just, I don't know how to do that all at the same time.
But no one is saying that you have
to do all those things all the time.
I want to.
'Cause you're worth it.
[simple soft piano notes]
I'm trying, baby.
I promise I'm trying.
I just, I need you to believe in me.
Please.
♪♪♪
[sighs]
That's a little strange, don't you think?
-What? -How it all became about him?
Well, he was really stressed at work.
So that means you deserved what he did to you?
No, but I was being a bit of a bitch.
And I was trying to provoke a response.
If Tom walked in here right now
you could get right up into his face
and call him every name under the sun.
And if he laid a finger on you,
it would still be 100% wrong.
-You do see that, don't you? -Mm-hm.
And even if he didn't lay a finger,
disrespecting you,
disrespecting your work,
making you feel unimportant, that's abuse.
How much worse did it get?
[tense reverberating music]
[forceful tap] [smacking]
♪♪♪♪
[soft cries]
We went out for a few more weeks.
You know, I ended it.
Everything went to hell after that.
Hey, the meeting's starting.
Ooh, lucky girl.
♪♪♪♪
We are rolling out the Facebook ads.
We got direct mail ready to drop,
and we even bought ads to hit the seniors on right-wing radio.
This is going to be fucking huge.
Highest awareness numbers we've ever seen in the tracking.
Also, the highest number of disclaimers we've ever put out.
-Come again? -Disclaimers.
"This statement has not been approved by the FDA."
"Results can and will vary."
Yeah, but that's the beauty of it.
They get lost in the boilerplate.
But when Granny goes online
to see the pictures of her grandson's graduation
and she feels that ache in her hip, boom!
Pro-Lig is right there to cure it.
But it won't cure it.
Where's this coming from?
I thought you were a team player, Annie.
Mr. McKay, I know that we're not curing cancer here,
but we don't need to deceive people.
We actually have an opportunity to be different,
to apply a little bit of honesty.
Honesty doesn't sell pills, Annie.
My name is not fucking Annie.
Okay. Okay, it's Anne.
Not Anna, not Annie your ex-girlfriend from high school.
It's Anne. A-N-N-E.
Fuck! My name is Anne.
Now, please understand, Anne, you're not being fired.
It's what we call administrative leave.
We'll start with two weeks, paid,
and see how you're doing after the time off.
And what am I supposed to do?
Whatever you want.
This time is for you. Do some self-care.
Yeah, exactly. Read a book.
Go get a mani-pedi with the girls.
You know, just take care of you.
You seem to need it.
♪♪♪♪
KIARA: I'm serious.
Get a ticket, come out here and join us.
I'll pay.
Look, I appreciate the offer,
but I don't want to interfere with your plans.
KIARA: It's cool.
Mitch and I will bone when you're asleep.
Oh, well, how can I say no to that?
But seriously, though, I'm fine.
It was very sweet of you to offer.
Chin up, mama. I'll see you soon.
Okay, bye.
You did the right thing breaking up with Tom.
Things were bad with him.
They were a lot worse after he left.
No, your life didn't get worse because you broke up with Tom.
Tom made your life worse.
He just wasn't around to see the damage that he'd done.
You can't base your whole sense of happiness on other people.
It's too much pressure.
He was better than nothing.
You're not nothing.
Anne. Anne, look at me.
Tell me you believe that.
Okay. Let's take a break.
Actually, it's chocolate pudding day in the cafeteria, so--
You still haven't told me why I'm here.
You're going to tell me.
It's all in there somewhere.
You'll remember and then you'll tell me.
Simple as that, huh?
Simple as that.
-Just the puddings? -Just the puddings.
[cash register beeps]
[cafeteria din]
Thank you.
[chair scrapes]
Hi.
Mm. What's going on?
Ah, what's going on is I'm trying to wrap up a case
and you're denying me access to the victim.
Can't keep her here forever, you know.
Actually, I just wrote to the judge
asking for an extension on her psych hold.
I just spoke to your boss and he agrees with me.
So, enjoy.
Wait.
I realize you're under a lot of pressure to close this case,
I get that.
But if you come at her with everything all at once,
she'll just decompensate.
She'll shut down.
Maybe we could figure out a game plan together?
There you go.
Detective Olson is going to show you some photographs.
If you feel in any way uncomfortable, he'll stop.
-Okay? -Okay.
Tell me if you recognize any of these men.
Oh, yes, I've seen him before.
Yeah, he lives near me, I've seen him running.
Have you ever had any interaction with him?
Hello.
Oh, um-- Sorry.
I've run into him on the street a couple of times.
I'm Rick, by the way.
Did he make an impression on you?
Um, I don't know. He's just a guy.
Did he make you feel uncomfortable?
What?
-He attacked you. -Olson!
The sooner you come to grips with it, the better.
He lives in your neighborhood. He followed you home.
Yeah, I was running and he was chasing me.
[panting]
♪♪♪♪
Ooh!
[laughs]
Pathetic.
♪♪♪♪
[pants]
Is that how I broke my fibula?
No, no, that's not what happened.
-He attacked you. -Olson!
I got home. I-- I closed the door.
Everything was fine.
Fuck you! Aah!
[screams]
[pained grunt]
He, he attacked-- He kicked my-- he kicked my leg.
-What's she doing? -Get out.
-Oh, my God. -Take it down a notch.
Get out!!
He attacked me. He broke my leg.
Rick? Rick. Damn it.
It's okay, it's okay. I'm so sorry.
Fuck you! Ah!
Oh, God!
I don't think about that right now.
Just concentrate on breathing.
Deep breaths: In. Out. In. Out.
-[exhales deeply] -Okay.
Okay.
-[breathes shakily] -I'm going to be right back.
What the hell was that?
You may have irreparably damaged that young woman.
He didn't break her leg. We know what happened.
Yes, but she doesn't!
Her mind is creating scenarios, like her injury,
because it doesn't want her to know the truth.
Her mind doesn't want her to know?
She was attacked.
You can't possibly know what that did to her.
Lady, I'm a cop. I'm in danger every day.
Yes, but you know that every day.
You're prepared for it.
Let me help you by helping her.
Fine.
You're not even going to apologize.
-For doing my job? -For not letting me do mine.
Oh, don't be so dramatic.
What?
I was attacked.
And you didn't tell me.
Anne, we really need to focus on--
Stop. I-- I can't.
Can you go?
Please, can you just get out?
♪♪♪♪
It's just typical arrogant, macho bullshit.
Olson just doesn't get it.
I mean, yes, the patient needs a little prodding,
but you have to establish a bond, a layer of trust.
And I was getting there.
I really was, but now...
But she started remembering some things, right?
What?
Well, you--
You said he confronted her
with some things and she started to remember it.
She remembered some things, the rest of the stuff,
she just replaced the repressed memories with invented ones.
Oh, well, maybe there's just a middle ground.
-What are you doing? -What?
You're siding with Olson.
I'm not siding with him.
I'm just trying to think about what might work.
I don't need you to think about anything.
In case it slipped your memory,
I've been doing this a long fucking time.
♪♪♪
[clicking]
♪♪♪♪
[mellow instrumental music]
Anne?
♪♪♪♪
[rapping]
♪♪♪♪
Nurse?
Yes?
Has Anne Bennett gone for scans or something?
I'm not sure, I don't think so.
Could you check?
Right, um, no, nothing is scheduled.
She's not here?
[rapping]
Oh, whoops!
[chuckles]
In the loo.
Okay.
♪♪♪
So much for my jailbreak.
I was pretty impressed, actually.
I knew you couldn't have got far.
Well, at least you're talking to me now.
I know that it's your job to get me
to remember what happened that night.
I don't know if I want to remember.
There's a lot you haven't confronted
and not just about what happened that night.
Here's the easy way out.
I'm this close to being kicked off your case
and whoever replaces me
will yank a story, any story out of you.
Detective Olson will write his report,
close his case, and that'll be that.
They'll all move on.
But you won't.
You'll keep reliving your pain.
♪♪♪♪
Anne, you're the only one
who knows what really happened to you,
and I don't just mean that night.
Your pain isn't linear.
♪♪♪♪
Have you ever noticed in English,
there's no verb for truth?
You can be honest or tell the truth
or be truthful, but you can't Truth.
Maybe it's so rare, it wasn't worth coining a verb for.
But there are so many ways to lie,
to distort.
You're the language expert, you have all synonyms.
Do you know what the biggest lie you tell yourself is, Anne?
I don't know.
It's that you don't deserve to be happy.
♪♪♪♪
I want to be happy.
♪♪♪♪
Well, then, you have to see everything.
You have to... Truth.
♪♪♪
♪♪♪♪
You were attacked.
By Rick.
[pants]
Oh, what?
Hello.
-Should I have talked to him? -Why would you talk to him?
I don't know. We were both running.
He just tried to strike up a conversation.
You didn't owe him anything.
You were out running alone. A solo activity.
Right. Yeah, I guess.
Why were you running?
I shouldn't have been running at night.
You can run whenever you want. Why were you?
Because I like to stay fit.
You run more when you're upset, like after a breakup.
Would you call it a pattern?
[grunting]
♪♪♪♪
Ah!
♪♪♪♪
So I drink and I run.
How did you feel when you broke up with Tom?
What do you mean?
Well, you'd had one failed relationship.
You thought this one was going to work out.
When it didn't, how did you feel?
-I felt bad. -Worthless?
Well, I don't know...
What happened to your leg?
I told you.
[yelps]
-The truth, Anne. -I am telling the truth.
Rick attacked me.
He attacked you and then what?
-He left? -Mm-hm.
[gasping breaths]
Anne, look at me. Open your eyes.
Anne.
Where are you, bitch?
You're so close. You're so close.
[panting]
[grunts]
No!
Tom was there. Tom was there.
[grunts]
[screams]
No, no, that didn't happen.
I sprained my ankle.
-No, you didn't. -Yes, I did.
-Anne-- -I sprained my ankle.
You didn't.
There was-- He--
Anne!
I knew you couldn't have got far.
Anne, tell yourself the truth!
I knew you couldn't have got far.
[crying, yelps]
♪♪♪♪
It's okay. See it all.
[screaming]
[clicking]
[phone chimes]
Tom was there because I invited him.
[clicking]
♪♪♪♪
[phone chimes]
[panting]
♪♪♪♪
♪♪♪
♪♪♪♪
-Hey. -Hey.
[grunting]
Oh, okay.
Okay, wait. Wait. Just wait a second.
Whoa, whoa, no, no, no wait. Come on.
No, no, no, let's just talk.
Can we just talk for a second?
Are you fucking serious?
You texted me for a booty call and I--
No, I texted because you sa-- Ohh!
♪♪♪♪
It's all right. Keep going.
What is wrong with you?
What's wrong with me?
You're the one who can't make up your mind.
So you hit me?
Oh, don't exaggerate.
Am I--? I-- Am I going crazy?
I am not exaggerating.
Tom, look at me.
Tom, look at me!
Where are you, bitch?
What the fuck?
[yells, grunts]
No!
[gunshot]
Tom!
[screams]
[panting]
[gasping]
♪♪♪♪
[gunshot]
♪♪♪♪
[gasping]
911, what's your emergency?
Help. Help!
[panting]
[long gasping breaths]
What happens now?
You get better.
♪♪♪♪
He was just lying there.
He wasn't breathing. I called 911, but... Um...
Yeah, anyway, that's the last thing I remember,
and then I woke up here.
Okay.
That tracks with what we have from ballistics and the M.E.
Surviving victim, you.
Gunshot wound to the thigh, missing the femoral artery.
Perpetrator died instantly of the gunshot wound
to the heart and the other victim...
shot to the chest.
Tom. Died at the scene.
Thank you for your help.
See? Was that so hard?
-Here. -What's this?
Some survivors' groups,
a couple of really great trauma therapists.
Can't I stay with you?
I can only work the cases assigned to me
by the hospital, but you can visit any time.
Keep telling yourself the truth.
That you deserve happiness, you deserve dignity.
You always have.
And with physical therapy,
you're going to be up and running in no time.
Well, probably power walking to begin with.
I'll check on you later.
[low dramatic instrumental]
♪♪♪
Miss Bennett?
I was asked to give you these.
Thank you.
[rustling]
♪♪♪♪
[chair rattles]
♪♪♪
Hello?
Anne?
I heard you're here.
♪♪♪
God, how weird am I, showing up like this?
It's okay.
I just... God, I don't know how to explain it.
♪♪♪
He hit you too.
♪♪♪♪
I should have said something.
But I didn't know.
I wasn't sure.
And then I thought maybe it was me.
♪♪♪♪
You know, maybe I was the only one he did it to.
♪♪♪
I am so, so sorry.
For everything.
♪♪♪♪
Are you going to be okay?
♪♪♪♪
[bright folk music]
♪♪♪♪
♪ Out by the crook, there's a babbling brook ♪
Don't want to see if Travis is playing basketball?
KIARA: He is but I found out his name was Todd.
Totally ruined it for me.
♪ Sees that your tears are like clockwork ♪
♪ They slide away ♪
♪ And through it all ♪
♪♪♪♪
♪ The whispers, the whispers ♪
♪ I know ♪
Oh, my God!
-Hey, you alright? -Yeah.
Well, I know you're limping,
but not far off from a really cool swagger.
♪♪♪♪
[coughs]
What's that smell?
Ammonia. Hospital stank of it.
Gets the blood out.
[couch makes flatulence sound]
[chuckling]
Wasn't me.
I'm not judging.
[flatulence sound]
What do you wanna do?
You wanna drink some wine?
Do you wanna watch a movie?
Buy a new couch?
[banging]
My knee was shattered in the attack.
After two months in a rehab center,
I graduated from a wheelchair to a walker
and I thought I'd get rid of the walker pretty quickly
and then I'd be better.
I wasn't better.
I didn't have the same energy as before
or the same patience, even for my best friends.
And in the back of my head, I kept wondering
if I still wasn't somehow a little bit at fault
for what happened.
-Mm-mn. -No, I know.
Not like that.
Just like I didn't know if there was something wrong with me.
Why didn't I leave?
[scoffs]
And maybe if I had been stronger
then none of this would have happened, you know,
'cause then at least I wouldn't be a victim.
-Yeah. -Mm-hm.
Everywhere you go, everybody gives you this pity.
Are you okay? Are you going to be okay?
I know they mean well.
But how can we ever be okay with what happened?
[laughs]
[clicking]
All I can be okay with is my part in what happened.
Knowing that I didn't do anything wrong.
What happened to me was wrong.
I didn't do anything wrong.
Does anyone else want to share?
[exhales, inarticulate sounds]
Okay, we'll leave it there.
Thank you.
[indistinct chatter]
♪♪♪
♪♪♪♪
[birds chirping]
Aah!
No!
[grunts]
[computer keys clicking]
What a lovely surprise.
It's really good to see you.
Uh, I have to talk to you.
Oh, is everything okay?
Everything I told you was truth.
I know that.
But, but like you said, I have to Truth.
Like a verb.
I'm not sure I know how to see the truth.
I mean, I know it's there and I know it exists,
but I don't know, seeing it,
I guess, just doesn't come naturally to me.
I know how to misstate and to conceal,
to obfuscate.
You're right,
I have all of the synonyms of all of these words
to justify the things that happened to me.
A thousand little cuts to my dignity.
How I make convenient omissions and clever edits.
I was trying really hard to make what happened to me
be about one thing and not everything.
Because if it was about one thing,
then I could deal with it
and I didn't have to look at the whole picture.
I'd-- I didn't have to Truth.
Tom, look at me!
Alright, you bitch. What the fuck?
[grunts]
No!
[grunts, yells]
♪♪♪♪
[grunts, yells]
[gunshot]
[screams then pants]
[gunshot]
[gasping]
TOM: Anne, what are you doing?
Anne, put it down.
Anne, no!
[gunshot]
Hey, we have a new case. Oh, hi.
Detective Olson, you remember Anne Bennett.
Yes, yes, of course.
Glad to see you're on the mend.
♪♪♪♪
You're not here about your case, are you?
Do I have to add something to my report?
♪♪♪♪
No, no, nothing to add.
Anne just came by for a visit.
'Kay. Well, great.
Come find me when you have a minute.
-Mm. -This is a tough one.
Anne?
You're going to be all right.
Yeah.
♪ A little girl with ♪
♪ Long brown legs ♪
♪ I see you walking alone ♪
♪ I got a big car ♪
♪ You gotta walk far ♪
♪ Why don't I drive you home? ♪
♪ And I'm so ♪
♪ So, so in love with you ♪
♪ And you don't know ♪
♪ You don't know ♪
♪ You don't know what I mean to do ♪
♪ It's a hot day to be walking ♪
♪ Tell me something I don't know ♪
♪ You can drive off on that gravel ♪
♪ There's a storm, hear the wind blow ♪
♪ And I'm so ♪
♪ So, so in love with you ♪
♪ And you don't know ♪
♪ You don't know ♪
♪ You don't know what I mean to do ♪
♪ You turn me on ♪
♪ I'm a hurricane, babe ♪
♪ A summer storm ♪
♪ You're a weather vane, babe ♪
♪ I'll huff and puff ♪
♪ And blow your whole world away ♪
♪♪♪♪
♪♪♪
♪♪♪♪
♪ I'm a hurricane, babe ♪
♪♪♪♪
♪ I'm a hurricane, babe ♪
♪♪♪♪
♪ I'm a hurricane, babe ♪
♪♪♪♪
♪ I'm so ♪
♪ So, so in love with you ♪
♪ And you don't know ♪
♪ You don't know ♪
♪ You don't know what I mean to do ♪
[song finale]
[melodic instrumental music]
♪♪♪♪
♪♪♪
♪♪♪♪
[melodic instrumental music]
♪♪♪♪
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