01x03 - Scenes from a Marriage

[bunniefuu]

♪♪

♪ She said, "I've been
waiting for you" ♪

♪ I said, "I'd rather be dead" ♪

♪ "That's a good idea,"
he said, he said ♪

♪ He held her down in the river ♪

♪ Another river of mud ♪

♪ "Wash away those tears" ♪

♪ He said, he said ♪

♪ "Now that's a good idea" ♪

♪ He said, "Now that's a good idea ♪

♪ That's a good idea ♪

♪ She said, she said,
she said, she said ♪

♪ That's a good idea ♪

♪ That's a good idea ♪

♪ That's a good idea ♪

You okay?

Oh, Jesus Christ. Sorry.

Whew. [chuckle]

Thought you got eaten by coyotes.

Just, uh, went by the Institute

to drop off another
sample of my work, so...

I thought the seminar was full.

No, it is. I just thought, you know,

I could, you know, weasel my way in.

I submitted something else.

What film did you give?

Oh, I, uh, ahem,
I gave them "The d*ck Letters".

What the f*ck were you thinking?

I don't know. I wanted to
give him something good.

You're out of your f*cking mind. Wait.

Get dressed. We're going
to the Institute right now.

It's done, though. There's nothing...

Hey, you want me
to drag you there naked?

Huh? You'd probably
like that, wouldn't you?

Is this part of the game?

- Get dressed.
- Ow. f*cking buttons.

Now I'm going to count to ,

and those better be on your ass.

...

...

Fine.

- Hey.
- Hey.

You look nice.

Thank you.

Yeah. Yeah, I was wondering

if you'd ever let me use this space.

I know it's a lot to ask, so...

What do you want it for?

Oh, the actors from my play

just need a place to meet up...

you know, talk through ideas.

Okay.

You want me to take this mail?

- Yep.
- Cool.

See you.

Dead moth. f*cking creepy.

Pull in this spot.

- All right, move.
- All right.

Go. Get in there. Unbelievable.

♪♪

♪ Baby ♪

♪ You understand it now ♪

♪ Sometimes, you see, I'm mad ♪

Chris: Dear d*ck, I've been up all night

writing a description of your face.

♪ Can always be an angel ♪

♪ Sometimes you seem... ♪

Why are you doing this to us?

♪ Well, I'm just a soul ♪

♪ Whose intentions are good ♪

I'd fall into your arms.

We'd kiss.

♪ Oh, Lord, please don't let me be... ♪

The obligatory first
contact before f*cking.

My love for you
is absolutely groundless.

Everything that has passed between us

all comes back to ugliness and identity.

♪ I'm just a soul ♪

Dear d*ck... Dear d*ck... Dear d*ck...

Dear d*ck... Dear d*ck... Dear d*ck...

Dear... Dear d*ck.

Oh, f*ck me.

f*ck.

Paula: Can I help you?

I... I, uh,

I le... I had a...
a box that I left here.

It's kind of like an art
projecty, uh, thingie...

- Hmm.
- ...for... for d*ck,

and I just... I need it back.

I already sent it up
to the ranch with his mail.

Oh, f*ck me!

- [honk]
- Come on.

You probably get accosted
by this needy artist.

Energy all the time.
We're such little babies.

It's like, "Oh, poor me.
Nobody cares about my work.

I've got no money, no kids."

Well, I have two dead kids.

I mean, not literally dead.

I had one miscarriage and one abortion,

but symbolically it feels heavy...

you know, dead kids, dead films.

Is it possible to maybe
get his... his address?

- Chris: This is...
- Should I go over?

- I know how to do it.
- No, don't go over!

I can do it. I can do it.

Do not try to climb
over the barbed wire.

Sylvere: d*ck's not home.
His truck's not here.

Oh, Christ, now what?

[sigh] Oh, this is easy.

Yeah.

All right, come on, come on, come on.

- Okay.
- Chris, let's go.

Okay.

Sylvere: Move it. Move, move.

Go.

Okay.

Hello?

Come on. Just...

Oh.

Oh, no.

Uh...

You crafted.

Oh, no. No, no, no, no, no.

f*ck. What are you doing?

- No, no, no, no, no.
- Wait, wait, wait.

Don't touch it. What are you doing?

What are you doing?

Put them down. Stop it.

- He's... He already has read them.
- You don't know that.

He's gonna know that we
came to take them.

Put them back.

- [panting]
- He's already read them.

Put it down.

Then he'll know that we're perverts

- and stalkers.
- Shh.

- You know what? This is...
- Leave them like that

This is a really stupid idea.

He's obviously read them,

- so there's nothing to do.
- Okay. All right.

It's my name.

Dear d*ck,

Sylvere says he was
so turned on by you.

He's like a new man.

You're like a Roman god

bringing the spirit
of sex into our lives.

- What? What?
- You wrote about me.

Shh. Stop it. It's...

[hawk]

Just put it... put it down.

[grunt]

- [grunt]
- Sylvere.

Hmm. Sylvere.

[retch]

[retch]

Mm.

[retching]

Baby, are you okay?

You okay, babe?

- [cough]
- Just make...

make sure you flush it.

- [cough]
- Mm.

- Sylvere, come on.
- [flush]

Come on, let's go.

Let's go.

Come on.

What? Don't manhandle me.

Stop it.

Oh, God. Oh, my God.

Just go away.

- Sylvere.
- Go away.

Sylvere. S... S...

- Come on.
- I don't get it.

Why do you have to ruin every good

thing that ever happens to me? Why?

Why can't you just f*cking support me?

Huh?

Do you know how many shitty jobs

I have taken so that you
could have time...

Oh, stop this. Oh, here we go.

- Chris the martyr.
- I gave up having a family for you.

Oh... You don't even like kids!

You are such an assh*le.

You are subconsciously
trying to destroy me.

Oh. Oh. Now you're going to r*pe me

with your big fat Freudian dildo?

What about that time
you punched me in the face?

- I was sleeping!
- No!

- I was sleeping!
- Subconsciously...

It was in my sleep!

...you were hitting me
in the f*cking face.

Oh, that was five f*cking years ago!

You want to fight about it again?

Just take some responsibility
for your life, Chris.

Enough!

Sylvere!

- Are you going to...
- [slam]

No, you're not doing that.

[knocking] Wait. Are you
seriously locking me out?

You shithead.

Sylvere, this is very traumatic!

Howdy.

Sylvere?

Sylvere.

Oh, my God.

Oh, my God.

[muttering]

Great. I'll just get four...
four chicken tacos.

All right, so tacos.

No. Four tacos.

I don't need ... tacos.
Just four tacos.

Excuse me. Sorry.

They like to f*ck with the tourists...

- Why?
- ...so just say one.

But I want four tacos.

Right. When you say four,
that's four orders.

That's tacos.
They want to mess with you.

Oh, for God... Fine. I'll take tacos.

I don't know what the f*ck
is wrong with this town.

Sorry.

All right, that'll be ready

in five to minutes.

Hey, man, I'll take
one order of frock tacos.

Okay. Four tacos coming up.

Great. Thanks.

Oh, my God.

It's... taco p*rn.

Like it's... Like it's
just too much for her.

I mean, it's animalistic.

That's just absolutely what it is.

She's like a raccoon
digging through the garbage.

- Right.
- Unbelievable.

This is the woman

behind Devon's big inspiration.

Oh, she's coming over here.

- Oh, f*ck.
- Oh, she's coming.

- She heard you?
- Oh, boy.

- Hey.
- I hope not.

- Hi.
- Uh, hiya.

I was just wondering
if you have one of those

I could, um, uh, just buy from you.

Or if I... I could do an IOU.

I'm sorry. This is, like,

this is all I got, so... sorry.

- Okay.
- But do you want a drag?

Yes.

- Thanks so much.
- Oh, sure.

Oh. Hey. Thanks. Just real quick. Mm.

Oh, you've got a little...

just a little salsa there.

- Yeah. Just...
- On... On your face.

- Yeah.
- That's gross.

[chuckle] Sorry to
interrupt your circle.

- Oh.
- Uh, yeah.

Anyway, uh, uh,

sorry to interrupt.

Lila: No worries.

- Uh...
- She just took...

She just took your joint.

- She took the joint.
- She took your joint.

- Strange.
- Yeah.

- So odd.
- Really, really weird.

Toby: Right?

[door creaks, closes]

Lila: Yo, Devon, we're here.

Devon: I want to stalk you...

and hunt you... like prey.

I want to find out where you live.

I want to pull up to your house

in my Kotex pink jalopy

and open my trunk

and show you my c**t-red insides.

[exhale]

Wow, man.

Whoa.

That's so vivid.

I was born into a world

that presumes there is
something grotesque,

unspeakable about female desire.

But now all I want

is to be undignified...

to trash myself.

I want to be a female monster.

I want to have the kind of sex

that makes breathing feel like f*cking.

I want to be a female monster.

I want to be a female monster.

I want to be a female monster.

I want to be a female monster.

I want to have the kind of sex

that makes breathing feel like f*cking.

I want to have the kind of sex

that makes breathing feel like f*cking.

I want to be a female monster.

I want to be a female monster.

♪ [mouth harp]

[rhythmic clapping]

♪ [chanting in African language]

Oh! Oh!

♪ [abrupt stop]

Ooh. d*ck's brick.

♪

I thought you gave up day drinking.

I did.

- Yeah, I thought you d*ed.
- d*ck: Working on it.

Paula: Hey.

What the f*ck?

What the f*ck happened?

Uh, rehearsal got, you know, intense.

- We were kind of just like...
- [sigh]

...talking about, like,
reading these letters

and talking about c**t-red stuff,
and Toby just kind of...

You said you were just
going to have a meeting,

sit around and talk.

Get out.

You're fired.

Go.

Go.

[knocking]

f*ck off.

[sigh]

[lock unlatches]

I bring...

a taco offering.

I'm nauseated.

Maybe this could fix it.

Is that marijuana?

[panting]

♪ Did she find some marijuana? ♪

[panting]

I don't want any.

Uch.

[laughing]

- Ohh.
- [snicker]

[laughing]

Come on.

[knocking]

Did you get in trouble?

I did get in trouble.

[chuckle]

♪

Ohh.

I'm sorry, Daddy.

Oh, you're really big.

Oh, you got a big cock.

God, I love your big cock.

I want to suck that cock.

Suck your big cock.

Forget about the f*cking brick.

Suck my cock, Toby.

[moaning]

Huh. Whoa.

Uhh.

Eh, f*ck it.

f*ck it. [chuckle]

Do you remember how
you used to tie me up

with that scratchy red rope?

Mm.

Do you want me to do that to you again?

It would make you forget him.

Why...

Why do you think that we,
uh, have been monogamous

all these years?

Like, when we... when we don't even...

we don't even believe in it.

Like, what is...

No one's going anywhere.

I mean, what is the big deal?

- It's easier.
- [chuckle]

But, I mean, it's just like,

in, like, a hundred years,

it's like none of this
will even matter anyway

because we're just going to be, like,

formless, genderless

balls of just pure light

just...

floating around,

constantly just f*cking each other.

Hmm. [chuckling]

Sounds amazing.

Doesn't it, though?

I mean, wouldn't it be so awesome

if you could just experience...

if you could just go f... have sex

with anybody that you want?

Just do... just go f... and just know...

Mm-hmm.

...that I'm not going to be mad...

- Yeah.
- ...that I...

In fact, when you come home,

I will j... I'll ask you how it went.

I would come home.

You'd be holding a rolling pin.

- Shut up!
- You would.

I've never held a rolling pin

in my whole f*cking life.

What the f*ck are you talking about?

You'd be so jealous.

F-Fine.

- I would be jealous.
- You would.

And that's just a feeling
that I would have,

and then I would just
get over that feeling.

Uh-huh.

What if we just walked the walk?

- Okay.
- That's what I'm saying.

What if we walked the walk?

If we walked the walk.

Because we could be like John and Yoko.

Frida and Diego.

- We could be like...
- That would be...

We could be like Sid and Nancy.

What...

He k*lled her.

He k*lled her.

What is so romantic...

[laughing]

[snort]

[snort]

I thought that she tripped

into, uh...

[snort]

Uh... Oh.

Don't k*ll me.

Yeah?

Don't k*ll me.

I don't know.

I don't know, Chris.

[knocking]

I'm going to tell d*ck

the letters are just a piece of art

and you know nothing about it.

Mm. I'm gonna fix it.

- Mm?
- Mm-hmm.

I'm going to fix this.

And what if he doesn't even believe you?

No, he... he's going to...
he'll believe me.

I promise.

He will.

I'll meet him, and...

I'll go to the ranch house.

I'll go to the... his office.

I'm going to sit him down,

and I... We won't end the conversation

until... until I feel confident...

Oh, no, no, no, no.
Not alone. Not alone.

You're not going to go there alone.

- Okay.
- No. No alone.

No, no, no. I can't...

I... No.

No. it's got to be somewhere...

it's got to be somewhere public,

you know, so I can be...
like, watch you.

Oh.

Hmm.

You want to...

watch me talk to him.

Yes.

Hmm.

So you want to... you want to...

you want me to talk... to d*ck...

in public...

w-while you watch.

Uh-huh.

You want to be tied up
with the red rope?

Hmm.

Scratchy red rope?

Huh.

Watch me flirt with d*ck?

No.

Seems like you do.

Hah.

Okay.

You know the one who's tied up...

- Mm.
- ...gets all the power, right?

Yeah, of course I know.

I know.

My God, you have strong hands.

Paula.

Paula!

I know you're here!

You're always here.

Hello.

We have to get rid
of the Holocaust wife!

♪ ...share your love ♪

♪ And that I could not tell you ♪

♪ If I go ♪

Oh, my God.

♪ We'll be apart ♪

♪ And I know ♪

♪ My heart ♪

♪ Will surely break ♪

♪ So what difference does it make ♪

♪ Which one I choose?

♪ Either way, I lose ♪

♪ Either way, I lose ♪

♪ Though I know ♪

♪ My love is true ♪

♪ And I'd die ♪

♪ If you ever said goodbye ♪

♪ If you ever said goodbye ♪

- [grunt]
- Don't talk.

Don't talk.

I'm watching you while I'm f*cking you.

[panting]

f*cking my wife.

♪ I know ♪

And I...

I can't do anything.

Don't you f*cking come.

- I can't...
- Shut up.

Don't you dare f*cking come.

Don't you dare f*cking come.

Hurts. And I...

- Don't you f*cking come.
- ...suffering.

- Don't you dare f*cking come.
- Ohh! Ohh!

Shut up. Shut up.

[muffled]

Shh! Shh! Shh!

Mmm...

♪ So ♪

♪ What difference does it make ♪

♪ Which one I choose? ♪

♪ Either way, I lose ♪

♪ Either way, I lose ♪

♪ Though I know ♪

♪ My love is true ♪

♪ And I'd die ♪

♪ If you ever said goodbye ♪

♪ If you ever said goodbye ♪

♪ I'd die ♪

♪ And I know ♪

♪ She loves you, too ♪

♪ She would do ♪

[laughter]