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I didn't think you were coming.

Neither did I.

Why did you?

Because I can't stay away from you.

What would you tell your wife?

You know what sucks?

What? I want to tell everyone how I feel about you.

My mom, your best friend, and I can't. I should have never hired you.

Look,

I can't help that Gretchen Morley didn't tell me she was deviating from Rome.

Didn't tell you? It's none of your job to know what your writers are working

You're going to be divorced.

Dad! Oh, you asked?

Did you read any pages? Did you ever think of anything she's been working on

the last few months?

You guys are the fucking publishing house, not a college newspaper, right?

not about throwing something away as much as it is about realizing it's about

doing it.

A woman

brutally murders her cheating husband.

This is not a romance novel, Gretchen.

No, it's not a romance novel.

I'm trying something new.

But your fan base wants romance.

You're mad.

Yes, I'm mad. I took a chance on you. And as an established writer, I took a

chance on you, too. Before me, you didn't sell anything.

Right.

Okay, let's take a step back.

You... are known for romance, not for thrillers.

Right, well, I'm reinventing myself.

I should have never hired somebody straight out of graduate school.

Look, I can't help that Gretchen Morley didn't tell me she was deviating from

romance. Didn't tell you? It's kind of your job to know what your writers are

working on.

Oh, you asked?

Did you read any pages? Did you have her send you anything she's been working on

for the last three months?

No. You do realize this is a fucking publishing house, not a college

right?

I know.

Look, if you don't sell this book, I'll make sure you never work in publishing

again, alright?

You're pissing.

I always obsess.

I know.

It's sexy.

What am I supposed to do?

Tell her to write something else.

Tell her you can't sell this book. I have to sell this book.

Josh threatened to ruin my career if I don't.

I went to an Ivy League school, and now some new romance novelist is going to

ruin my career.

That's a little...

How do I fix this?

Think like a survivor.

What does that mean?

It means... Be fucking

ruthless.

If your success depends upon you selling this book, then find a way to

make people buy it.

Perhaps there's some compelling story about the author that you could leak to

magazine.

I'm not using your tabloid to sell my book.

Why not?

Tabloids are what make people relevant.

If you've got something good, I'll publish it.

There's gotta be some dirt on her.

Or her husband. Or something.

dirt onto anyone if you look hard enough.

I know that better than anyone else.

So... How do you get good stories for your magazine?

Sources.

Sometimes friends.

Sometimes enemies.

Really? Sometimes people just

overshare and end up burying themselves.

Hmm.

Ugh.

Ah.

Mmm. Mmm.

Mmm. Mmm.

Mmm.

Oh, yes.

Thank you.

Sweet sinner.

Hey. What's wrong?

I know that you're having an affair.

What are you talking about? Don't act like you don't know.

Her name's Kirsten.

She's married.

Works with you.

I don't know. Don't lie to me.

I know, Tom.

I know everything.

You know, if you were unhappy, you could have just told me. I'm not unhappy.

Why would you do it then?

You know, if you leave me, this house is in my name.

All of our assets are paid for out of money from my books.

I'm not going to leave you.

Swear on my life.

Swear on my life you're not leaving me.

God, you're like a broken fucking record.

What does that even mean?

Every time I think you're going to leave her, you don't.

What am I supposed to do?

You're still in love with her, Tom.

I'm in love with you.

Then end it.

I could lose everything.

So this is about money.

No, it's not about money. I just, I, I have to figure out how to deal with her.

Well, until you figure your shit out, I'm going to go back to my husband.

Stop. Let me go. No.

You know what I think?

I think you care more about losing your fucking house and all of that money than

you do about me.

That's not true. You are all that I think about. I don't believe you.

Listen to me. I'm going to leave her.

I promise.

Will you trust me?

Thank you.

Thank you.

Oh my gosh.

Hmm.

Thank you.

I don't know, just let me look.

No one else gets you going like this.

Oh, no.

I need some of this.

Oh, Jesus.

I love you.

Oh, fuck.

Fuck.

It's so cold.

And...

Fuck. Oh, fuck me.

Oh, fuck you.

Oh, you feel so good.

God, fuck you.

Oh, fuck. Oh, fuck.

Oh, fuck.

Oh, fuck.

Oh.

You're gonna leave your voice?

He's so good.

Thank you.

Bye. Bye.

That's it, baby.

I'm so much better when you're fucking away.

That's it.

Yeah. Oh, my God.

Oh, my God.

Oh, my God. Oh,

my God.

Oh, my God.

Oh, my God.

Yes, I want you to fucking give this to me. You have our lives.

Yeah.

Oh, yes.

Of course you want to give it to me. Yeah.

I know you fucking love him. You can not get enough of him.

I can't come.

Sleep thinner.

You didn't tell me your book was based on a true story.

It isn't.

It's about a woman dealing with her husband's affair.

Your husband is having an affair.

How many of these recordings do you have?

Probably hundreds.

I'm obsessed with their affair because he's obsessed with her.

I don't know why. I mean...

She's not that interesting. Trust me, I've listened to enough of these

recordings to be bored out of my mind by her.

I should show you the rest of the recordings.

I have a big box underneath my bed.

Sometimes I listen to them for hours just to torture myself.

You don't really think he's going to end things with me on Saturday, do you?

I don't know.

I won't be able to handle it if he does.

In the book, the wife murders the husband.

The book is fiction.

Of course, but you can't deny the parallels.

So what do you think?

I'm going to murder my husband.

What are you doing?

A wife can't watch her husband shower.

I mean, she can, but... I want to have sex with you.

I have a meeting.

I don't care.

Gretchen.

If we're going to work things out, you can't just be running off whenever you

want.

I'm not.

I have somewhere to be.

I'll be fast.

I promise.

Okay, I really do. I have to go.

Mmm.

Thank you.

That's what you want.

Yeah.

Mmm.

Oh my god.

Sleep Center.

I'm gonna go for a hike.

Okay. Will you be around in a few hours?

I wasn't planning on going anywhere. Why?

I'm just curious.

I'll see you in a bit.

Hi. Hey, Gretchen.

Are you home right now?

Yeah. Why?

Um, mind if I swing by?

I have an idea about the marketing for the book that I want to run by you.

Sure. Okay, great. I'll be over in a few minutes.

Man, when I told me this is how you and I would end up, I never would have

believed him.

You said you weren't going to be here this morning.

Three years of marriage and no goodbye?

Of course I'd be here.

Who is he, anyway?

Doesn't matter.

It does to me.

What does he look like?

Stop it.

How old is he? How much money does he make?

God, you know what's funny?

If you were as obsessed with this marriage as you were with him, we would

in this situation.

You know what? I gave everything I could for you and for this marriage.

Have you really?

Yes.

Matt, you spend more time planning trips to Vegas with your boys than you do on

me. You never told me to.

I shouldn't have to. You want me to be a planner? I can be a planner.

No, it's too late.

I mean, until we sign the divorce papers, it's not too late.

I don't want comfortable, Matt.

I don't want to feel like your buddy.

Do you remember the first time we moved in together?

How exciting it was.

How nothing felt routine.

I mean, if marriage is just two people moving in together, paying rent, I don't

fucking want it.

You want excitement.

I want to feel alive.

I can make you feel alive.

I don't believe that.

Just give me a chance to prove it.

Matt, I've given you your chance.

Please. I don't know.

Come on.

This is why we're here in the first place.

Are you sure? I don't know if we should do this.

Come on.

I can never say no to

you.

Doesn't really feel right anymore.

I don't know.

Come on.

This is the last time.

Hmm.

Hmm.

Are you sure we can do this?

Yeah.

Oh, my

God.

This is the last time.

Thank you.

I'm putting these pants on.

um

Hmm.

Hmm. Hmm.

um um

um um

Mmm.

Sorry.

Amen. Amen.

Amen.

Hmm.

Mmm. Mmm.

All right.

All right.

Okay.

No!

Thank you.

Look at you.

I'm just like you always do.

It's 1230 in the afternoon and you still haven't called I'm guessing you

didn't do it Which is fine I

think maybe we should just wait and see what happens

What do you think?

It would never have felt so well if she hadn't been murdered.

Spoken like a true tabloid journalist.

I'm serious.

That murder was perfectly timed.

Well, I hardly think that he was thinking about book sales when he

murder. Did he plan it?

Well, the police released tapes of him talking about ending things that

Saturday.

What? You can't fool me.

What are you talking about? Nothing happened that perfectly.

What are you getting at?

People's obsessions can lead them to do unthinkable things.

Gretchen Morley kept...

Hundreds of tape recordings of her husband's affair.

That's crazy, but that was her obsession.

Much like success is yours.

What are you saying? That I'm exploiting her murder so I can sell books?

No. I'm saying you committed a murder to sell books.

But don't worry.