All language subtitles for 2025 The Roses

Okay. So, today's session,
the ten
things you love about each other.

Theo, you first.

Sure.

One. I would rather
live with her than a wolf.

Did you say wolf?

-Yeah.
-Wow.

-Well...
-One. He has arms.

Well, I saw a documentary once
about a man without arms

and it looked like a difficult life,
particularly for the partner, so...

I like that he has arms.

Yeah. That's fair.

Arms.

Two, the shape of her head
is somewhat pleasing.

At a distance.

Three, I have memories of her being
witty.

Four, she smells pleasant. On occasion.

I actually struggled to write any more.

Two. His breath smells like an anchovy
that's been on the piss all night.

Three, the way he laughs
is like a diseased dog's death rattle.

Four, he's a bad father.

A fucked lover. A complete deadshit.

A victim. A loser. A wanker.

Number ten. "Theo, what a cunt."

That wasn't the task.

Those are things you hate. It's not
funny.

That is... That's actually quite funny.

I see so much resentment
and defensiveness.

An inability to apologize.

To share your vulnerability.

In his defense, he is a whiny baby,
so that's vulnerability.

Verbal cruelty.

In England we call that repartee.

Self-righteousness. Mockery.
An inability to admit wrongs.

I don't think you have the capacity
to fix your problems.

It's terrifying how close we came
to losing each other.

Lucky us.

Lucky us.

Always have been.

Remember when we met?

Good day.

So, I think this is a moment
of celebration for all of us.

I think we can be very proud
of this building.

-Congratulations, Darren.
-Congratulations, Darren.

Cheers, everyone.

Dear God. He actually means it.

Theo, what did you say?

Sorry. I was just remembering how we
got
rid of the cascading garden balconies

so that we are denying the humans

who will be living
in these 700 featureless boxes

the chance to engage with fresh air,
see a horizon,

or maybe decisively embrace the moment

that living in their apartments
makes them want to jump.

So, really, people,
when you think about it,

we saved lives.

To us!

Right. I mean, the balcony thing
is actually a good example, Theo.

I detect a note of bitterness about it,

but we all have to grind ourselves
and our whims as architects

down to the market's needs...

Sorry.

I just need a moment
so I don't kill myself

in front of my colleagues.

Interesting. How would you do it?

Do you have a very large knife anywhere?

I do.

I need it to finish this though.

I'll happily wait.

What is this?

Trout carpaccio.

Oh, wait. Try it with some of this.

Jesus!

Well, don't give Him credit. It's all
me.

Dehydrated blackberry and anchovy.

I want to put it on there
but the chef won't let me.

How can we live like this?

Me, no cascading garden balconies.
You, no dehydrated thingy.

Personally, I'm moving
to America next week

to live free and become a chef.

Well, maybe I should join you.

We haven't even had sex yet.

That's minutes away though.

Very true.

Service!

Join me in the cool room.

Theo.

Ivy.

Who wants to eat the bus driver?

Me!

So weird, the tall buses.

And why are they red?

So you can see them 'cause it's so
foggy.

Well it's not so foggy there anymore.

Not since Jack the Ripper died.

Look. Try Tower Bridge.
So this is liquorice.

Add this dark chocolate,
this raspberry, and this--

don't tell anyone-- shrimp powder.

A fish?

Depth of flavor without the fishiness.
Close your eyes.

-Gosh!
-Gosh indeed!

Look, I know it's a museum.

But it's supposed to represent
a sail on a ship,

so it should feel like that.

You should expect pirates
to come round the corner at any moment.

No. I'm joking.

Look, I want the sail.

The question you have to ask yourself
is how do you want to live your life?

-With courage or without?
-Dad!

Thank you, then I'll send you the
numbers.

Daddy!

We're eating British icons.

Caramel miso Buckingham Palace.

Yes. Of course you are.

Look. Big Ben shiso bourbon cookie.

Sounds good.

I feel dizzy and my tongue's fizzing.

Yeah.

Amazing. Of course.

But, don't you think it might be
a bit of a problem

turning their blood 40-proof sucrose?

Don't sugar shame them.

But it is bad for their health
long-term.

And they will get fat.

Buddha was fat.

And he was great.

-He was great.
-Ivy.

Look, they'll learn to self manage.

If you restrict things,
it leads to weird obsessions.

-I feel sick.
-See?

I do. I see a girl learning her limits.

Lesson learned. Limit reached.
Parenting tip from Mummy.

Oh, dear. Oh, you're fine.

Can't you just admit you're wrong?

On the day that I am, I can.

But not on the day I built your
building,

soon to be the eighth wonder of the
world,
here in Northern California,

in raspberry shortcake!

Oh, my God.

How did you do that, Mom?

You know the way to my ego.

My God. Isn't your mummy brilliant?

'Course she is.
That's a rhetorical question.

-You are a genius.
-Yeah. Agreed.

I feel good to go again.

Stomach of Caligula.

You know the way
to make your daddy proud.

-Are we ready?
-Yes.

Wait for it.

-Oh, my God.
-This is so good.

Okay. I've gotta have some.

Raspberries.
Wait, wait, wait. Raspberries.

-Going in!
-Mom, you're allergic.

Ready?

Oh, no.

I am a genius.

That... is...

Divine.

Maniac.

-We're going to the beach!
-All right.

-Race you!
-Don't drown.

So what are we doing here?

Remember when we had the kids
and the patriarchy sent that note

saying, "Squash your dreams
and facilitate children and husband"?

Oh, yes. That note. I remember that
note.

Bit terse. Quite soul destroying.

Agreed.

Well, look at this place.

It's been closed for a year.
Maybe a little bit out of the way.

But I think it's cool,
and I've got that money from the design.

For the down payment on our dream house.

No.

My darling, most days you're making
seven iconic desserts for three people.

Look, the amazing chef that you are
and have always wanted to be

should not be a dream that dies
on the crucifix of family life.

What are you looking at?

I love all that though.

I mean, maybe
for a couple of nights a week.

My God. Thank you.

I think that's a yes.

-Oh, and I know what we're gonna call
it.
-You do?

Wow. Hello.

-Handsome fellas.
-All right.

-Nice!
-Thank you!

Sir. We don't accept coupons.

Yeah, we do.

It's for Bed Bath & Beyond.

We do.

Oh, Jeff. We're closing Wednesday night
for Hattie's soccer match.

Right. Of course we are.

Bye, Jeffrey! Remember that you love me.

Busy lunch?

Untroubled by humanity.

Maybe it's the name.

How about "We've Got Chlamydia"?

It's catchy.

So, where are we meeting
our wonderful American friends?

-Barry!
-There they are.

What's up, buddy? I was worried.

-You guys are late.
-Sorry.

That's how you lost the Revolutionary
War,
am I right?

Finally we got you here.

-Sure.
-Check this out.

Let's do this, motherfucker.

I'm actually not supposed to do that.

Come on.

Okay. This is something
I will never get used to here.

It's fine. It'll be fun.

Oh, fuck!

Get you all checked in.

The eagles have landed.

-Hi.
-Oh, hey.

-Hi!
-Hi, Sally.

They've all got their own guns.

That they have. Fuck, yeah, they have.

Hi, guys. How are you?

I... I need you to know.

I am anti-gun.

I am here ironically.

I am doing this as a statement
against guns.

Do you want a Glock?

My father actually killed an intruder
with this one.

Or I have a beautiful Smith & Wesson
you could borrow.

Yes. I think I'll take this black beauty
that's already killed someone.

Actually, I got you something.

You've been here ten years. It was time.

I'm... Wow.

-Wow. Barry.
-Yeah.

That is really sweet.

You didn't tell me you were gonna do
that.

-Yeah, I did. A couple times.
-Stop mumbling, babe.

Anyways, we all loathe guns.

Everybody's got 'em
so what are you gonna do?

Gotta defend yourself.

Right. Careful. It's got a hair trigger.

Okay, a perfect takedown
is groin,
elbow, right eye, in that order.

-Sit into it.
-Yup.

Look at that! Five shots.
All to the larynx.

It makes him so happy.

Yeah. That wasn't the game.
I said groin first.

Oh, yeah. But I changed it to larynx
and then won.

Come on Theo and Ivy!

-'Kay.
-Yeah.

This is my distance.

Yes, quickly! He's getting away!

I mean, I really cannot wait
to see this building, Theo.

Sally. Thank you.

It's the talk of the town.

Can Theo Rose encapsulate
our maritime history

in steel, concrete, and wood?

You know what? I just might.

You know that island is a historic site?

It's been mentioned.

Don't fuck it up. Has that been
mentioned?

Actually, yeah, a man
did shout that at us in the street.

Yes.

I thought it looked crazy beautiful
in the designs.

Thank you, Amy.

What? I thought it looked
a little half-assed and simplistic

in its attempt to render
California's history in some fun form.

No offense.

-Is anyone else getting that?
-Rory.

None taken, due to the fact
that you are so very, very wrong.

I feel that buildings should be fun

and feel temporary and chaotic
and alive and beautiful.

And remind us of all that humans can
and should be at our very best.

Oh, my God.

Disagree with all of that.
But... good luck.

I'm excited for you, Theodore.

Jesus. Rory, what's up with you?

-It's okay.
-He's our guest in my home.

-What's the deal?
-I thought I could be honest.

Architect to architect.

The guy's a star!

Sorry. I kinda do this.

Yeah. We are excited for you, Theo.

When we worked together, I was
like,
"This guy is gonna do something
special."

How? How did you know?

Maybe after this you will.

To Theo. Hear, hear.

Yes. To Theo.

Thank you. Thank you.

This is weird.

I should-- I should get this.

-What?
-Let's get out of here.

Okay.

Oh, God.

Jiminy Cricket.
That's pretty... pretty serious.

No, we will. Yeah.

We-- we've got to go.

-Everything okay?
-What?

Well... a few years ago in England...

we helped an escaped convict
who was hiding out on the moors.

We gave him food, read him sonnets,
and then he was gone. Poof.

But, apparently,
he's turned up at our home here,

and he has a rucksack full of coke
and a sword.

So... we'll call you.

Well, let us know
if you need help with the coke.

Really? A rucksack
full of coke and a sword?

Thank you for lying so badly for me.

For you, dear, anything.

I do believe that's true.

It really is.

In the East Bay Maritime Museum,
architect Theo Rose

has created a new form,

a groundbreaking design
that celebrates those sailors

who quested into the unknown.

And as they sailed from California
into the open sea

with courage and curiosity
about what was possible...

Well, I felt that the building
had to do the same.

There he is.

Theo!

Amazing building, buddy.

You are about to leave
an indelible mark on the earth.

Oh, man. Thank you.

Yeah. Not everyone does, you know.

Most people just push paper
and small talk, have dull sex.

Leave nary a dent.

Makes you wonder. What's the point?

Are you okay?

Oh, yeah. I'm great. Great.

-I heard that on a podcast or something.
-Okay.

I was like, "Thank God that's not me!"

Breaking news: A historic storm
hits Northern California.

Major freeways are shut down

due to high winds and torrential rains
across the region.

Oh, shit.

Just a sec.

They closed the freeway, so they are
funneling traffic down this road.

I mean, actual customers.

Shit.

That's her.

Pardon my French,
but the way that the
wind catches the sail

is whimsical as fuck.

Yeah.

It's Ivy.

-Hello.
-People are here.

The San Francisco Chronicle
food critic is here.

That's amazing.

No. Neither is amazing.

People here is bad.

Her being here is badder.

Are you stoned?

Yeah.

Is that bending?

Look. You can do this.

No, I disagree. I think I might...

I might set a fire in the kitchen
and let it break into the dining room,

and then they'll all leave.

It's okay. I've got this. I've got this.

My darling, no review can hurt a
business
that only does thirty covers a
week.

That's actually a good point.

Just cook like you do for me.

Like I'm trying to make her fuck me.

Yeah!

Yeah, okay.

I love you.

Never leave me, but when you do,
will you kill me on the way out?

Will do.

Okay, thank you. Bye.

No.

Oh, my God!

That shit is coming down.

It's gonna be all right.
It's gonna be okay.

It's a sail. It was built to move.

-It's not gonna fall.
-I think it might.

It's not gonna fall.
No, no. Stop filming, guys!

Cute place.

Eat that first and then that.

Squeeze that on that.
And that's salt I made.

I came when I first tried it.
No promises for you.

Sexuality's vast and idiosyncratic
but...

Eat and go. Okay, bye.

It's gonna be okay. It's not gonna fall.

-Stop! Stop!
-Don't film my friend!

Don't film! Seriously. Don't film!

Come on! Quit it!

Oh, my God!

Oh, no!

Theo!

Theo!

-All right, come on! Don't film!
-It's not gonna fall.

All right? Stop!

It's not gonna fall.

Jesus Christ! Somebody! Please!

Stop.

Come on, guys. It's not funny.

Hi!

Fuck! No, no, no!

Are you still watching that?
You've been up all night.

-Help me! Don't fucking film me!
-Possibly.

That shit is coming down.

You need to stop watching that.

I don't understand it.
It should have held.

It was just a freak storm.

Cheap fucking steel, I bet, or...
something?

I mean, I wanted it to have movement,
just not fucking set sail.

I know. Are you sure you're all right?

Yeah. Yeah. I'll be fine.

You know, water off a duck's back.
Just a bump in the road.

Sorry. You wanted to tell me something.
I heard you yelling.

Nothing. Can't recall.

Your review. How is it?

It's not really worth reading.

Not while you're going through this.

Ivy.

-This is amazing.
-It's just a dumb review.

It's the same thing as your thing,
my darling.

It's gonna be forgotten tomorrow.

Today's news, tomorrow's fish and chips.

Is he all right? I mean, what's he say?

He doesn't really,
and it seems rude to ask.

You're his wife.

And you don't usually mind being rude.

He's crushed and embarrassed,

and I don't wanna make it worse
by making him talk about it.

You said we could go have lunch
at the shack.

Come on, Dad.

Okay. I'll go get dressed.

My God.

You need to come out here.

Oh, my gosh! Hi!

What do they want?

Food.

Your food.

You know what we should do?
We should have a little sing along.

Sure.

Let's sing... "Bananas"?

-Yeah.
-Definitely.

Oh, I know. How about opera?

-No. I'm so sorry.
-Is that one nine?

The website crashed.

-Reservation for when?
-We're booked out for two months.

No, I am so sorry.

We could open
for more than three days a week.

Right. Okay. Wow.

I am just seeing tips everywhere,
like I am a stripper

and a convention is in town.

Service, Jeffrey.

Coming!

Hello

Hello, Theo.

Hi, Dave.

Hi... boss. How you doing?

Thank God no one was hurt. Are you okay?

No, I'm okay. I'm... I'll bounce back.

Not with us, you won't.

I told you that dumb-ass sail
on top of the building was dangerous.

The engineers are blaming you.

Someone's gotta go down for this.

Look, personally, I feel for you.

I mean, some people would be suicidal.

Are you, Dad?

What? No!

What's suicidal?

He's gonna kill himself.

Because of the building?

Oh, shit. Are you with your kids?

Look... don't listen
to what he said, okay?

All right? I'm fine.

It is just a building.

I don't even care.

Is that why it fell down?
Because you didn't care?

No, I fucking gave my lifeblood to it.
It was everything to me.

Fuck.

Jesus. That fucking sail!

Is he killing himself?

I can't see.

Kids.

-Hi, Mom!
-Hey!

Wow! Look at this place!

Why are you dirty
and missing clumps of hair?

Am I? That's strange.

I had the car window open. Strong wind.

Got fired actually.

And he's suicidal.
Would that make us orphans?

No, you'd still have me.

-Fired?
-Shoo.

Look, you're very busy. We'll sit down
and eat and I'll look for a new job.

Are you all right?

Yeah, yeah, yeah. I'm fine.
I mean, it's like my grandma said,

"Life's cruel, nobody really
wants you for who you are,

and then you die in pain seeking solace
that will never come."

So... you know,
maybe my expectations were too high.

Oh, God.

Do you sell negronis, and is there a
limit
on how many one can drink?

Go sit down. Go sit down.

-I'm winnin'.
-Nuh-uh.

Yeah-huh.

Told you.

-Hi. Oh, guys.
-Bravo!

Okay. Thanks.

Thank you so much. Thanks for coming.

Thank you.

They love you.

Awkward.

No. I think it's great.

Are you okay?

-Are you really fired?
-Yeah.

Oh, Theo. I'm so sorry.

Yes, well...

No point dwelling on that
when you are a huge hit.

We should be dwelling on that.

You needed a rest anyway.

And I'm going to get one because
no
one's going to hire me for a long time.

Well, maybe I could open more often
'cause the phones are going crazy.

I could do this
and pay the bills for a bit.

Just a bit. And you could...
you could look after the kids.

I could build children
instead of houses.

I love how free they are.

Yeah, well, enjoy it.
They're gonna get arrested soon.

And we just do it for a little while.
It's not forever.

Maybe I've been resisting my genius
for too long.

-I've always said that.
-Yeah.

No one can defeat us, Theo.

I've always said that, too.

Good luck.

Waiter. Waiter.

Chef.

-Why don't you do it?
-I think you have to do it.

-You're in charge.
-Yeah. They want to...

They want to hear from you.

Hi. I'm Ivy, and you're the staff.

So, I'm not a very hierarchical person.

So, you know.

Be good.

Okay. Dismissed. Brilliant.

I thought it was inspiring.

Like Obama was in the room.

Yeah, look at that. Nice.

Hello, children.

Daddy's here.

I am facilitating people,

and that is a service,
and there is joy in service.

There is not joy in the heavy rock
of expectation for myself.

The endless need to be at the
narcissistic
center of my own navel.

The me, me, me dot com of it all.

My building, my genius,
my career, my self worth.

I mean, what is this thirst
for achievement and where has it got us?

It's a blind giant dancing is what it
is.

'Cause a climate crisis,
a dying raped earth,

inequality, tract housing,
endless fucking growth,

and cupcake vending machines.

You want to be a part of that,
you toxic fucking male,

with your testosterone-filled
ambition-laced poison cum,

jizzing in the face of humanity?

No, no I do not.

Is he okay?

I think it helps him.

I want to be part of the change.

Come here, my darlings.

We are gonna be just fine.

No. More than fine.

Wind sprints. Go!

Left turn, my little worms!

I need lemons.

Can someone get me some lemons?

-Do you have a reservation?
-And there are still dishes on the pass.

And I am sweating into my eyeballs.

Jane!

Sorry.

Obviously, I applaud your passion.

You should know it could lead
to marriage and children.

There's probably some hygiene
by-law about this.

Just touch nothing else but each other.

Okay. As you were.

Carry on. Well done.

Yass!

Mama had a good lunch.

134 covers.

You are a big fucking success.

-I really am.
-You are.

I'm gonna need bigger shorts.

More people, more money.

-What a night.
-Yeah.

-Thank you.
-Yup.

Could you just hold the line, please?

Would you do a photo shoot
for New York Magazine?

-Nude?
-I don't think so.

I'll do it anyway.

-Now I need to go and collapse.
-Go rest, Mama.

Hey, guys!

I've missed you.

Hi. Look what I've got.

Chocolate and blackberry meringue
ice cream sandwiches!

We can't.

No way.

What?

We signed a contract with Dad.

It's more commitment than a contract.

That's true.

Right.

Let's eat these while we discuss
the ridiculousness of that.

He said she'd do this.

We just politely decline.

We politely decline.

You made them sign a contract?

It's more of a commitment.

They're kids. They should be having fun.

Well, working towards a goal is fun.

No. Ice cream sandwiches
at midnight is fun.

Not when it's the enemy of the goal.

You can't beat them
"into dank
submission," to quote Bukowski.

You're reading Bukowski to them,
by the way?

-Well...
-They don't know what the fuck
that means.

They should be reading Harry Potter
or Dr. fucking Seuss.

You seem a touch overwrought.

I didn't think I'd have to fight
for the well being of my children.

I thought I could trust you to mold them
in a kind and fucking nurturing way.

Okay. Kids!

Hi. You really don't
have to keep doing this.

It's okay, guys.

-We signed a contract.
-It's more of a commitment.

Yeah, but you don't have to.

But then what's the point of making it?

What does that teach us?

I mean, that's a fucking bad lesson.

-Whoa!
-Whoa! Where's the f-bomb coming from?

I just heard you rain 'em in on Dad and,
honestly, it sounded fucking cool.

No, it fucking-- No, it didn't.

Okay. Back to bed, you two.

Nice, Ivy.

I'm going to bed.

Suppose the whole sex thing's
off the table?

Yeah. Well intuited.

How about a three-hour circular argument
that goes nowhere?

Funny.

Look, I'm sorry. I should have told you.

We just have different ways with them.

I miss them.

Well, I could get them to run
to the shack tomorrow.

They could do with the twelve mile hit
out.

Oh, my God.

They weirdly quite like it.

Okay. Sex.

But get me off first so then I can
sleep.

You and your honeyed words.

Feels good, right?

-No!
-No!

Pain is just weakness leaving the body.

Come. Come on.

Are we almost there?

Yeah. Two kids.
They're heavenly creatures, really.

I occasionally think they might
sprout wings

and reveal themselves to be angels
and then fly back to heaven.

Is David Chang really coming?

-I think so, yeah.
-Wow.

Can you just tilt that towards me
a little bit?

Great.

Oh, God. It's like a plague.

Can you show me when you find some?

How do they die?

Well, the conditioner stuns them,
and then I take them off the comb

and I break their backs.

That's just awesome.

-Hello?
-Hi! Guess where I am?

Outside 'cause it's your turn
to look after the kids

and help them with their homework
in half an hour?

Not even close.
I'm on a jet to LA with David Chang.

We did the photo shoot and he was like,

"Fuck it! Let's go to LA
and have dinner with Nancy Silverton."

-Right. Amazing.
-Isn't it? And then--

Just some jamón
and more champagne for me, please?

And then in the morning we're going to
Malibu
to catch fish and grill on the
beach.

-It'll be on my Instagram.
-Be sure to look out for it.

So, you're coming home when? Tomorrow?

Yeah. I know I should've rung and asked.

That would've been nice.

And then I thought, ask what?
For permission?

Because we just want to be the couple
who love each other

and allow each other to grasp
the chances life gives us.

Do we not?

Yes. Rhetorical and entrapment.

But yes, yes, yes.
No, no, of course we do. Yeah.

Tell me, darling. How was your day?
And how are the kids?

Well, the neighbor's dog shat
in the laundry.

The kids have got nits.

And my left eye is twitching 'cause
I'm so freakin' tired,

-I've got a head cold, but you know--
-Sorry, darling. What did you say?

Oh, no. Nothing. Nothing. You go have
fun.

I love you and your big, generous heart.

Thank you.

Love you, kids! Call you at bed time.

Why are you so cross at her?

'Cause I'm a dick.

-Thanks, Leon. Bye.
-You're welcome.

Don't be a dick. Don't be a dick.

Don't be a dick. Be happy for her.

Hey, my darling.

-Hey, there.
-Hello.

What a night. I had so much fun.

I can't remember the last time I had
fun.

Right, that's awesome. Fun. It's
awesome.

And just amazing people to talk to.
People who do stuff, you know?

Think stuff. Amazing stuff.

Just out in the world, doing stuff.

Really?

Was that a tone?

No, it's just washing
that I spent an hour on.

I thought about shagging you
all the way back from the airport.

Good. Indeed. Yes.

It's just...

I'm working my ass off.

Oh, really?
You want do that instead of do me?

'Cause I also work hard.

And I appreciate it.

-Do you?
-Yes, I do.

Did you say I appreciate it when I said
I've been working my ass off?

No. So, the question becomes: Do you?

Yes, I appreciate it, darling.

Seemed a little lackluster, like...

I don't know, maybe
you were forced into it.

I had fun, that's all.
Do you begrudge me that?

Glad you had fun. Fucking awesome.

I got you these.

-You went to Bob's.
-Yeah.

An hour and a half out of my way through
LA rush hour to get you Bob's Donuts.

Oh, shit.

Thoughtless of me, I know. What a bitch.

This is a massive fucking victory for
you,
isn't it?

Oh, I fucking know it.

I'm so sorry. I'm so sorry.

It's because I was jealous
and I was begrudging your fun,

which is not cool, not sexy.

I know. It's okay.

Eat up, buttercup. And then we're gonna
have some sugar-crusted sex.

Is that mine? No, it's yours. It's Jane.

She said, "Did you get the Bob's Donuts?
That donut ice cream idea is brilliant."

"Let's test-kitchen it at ten a.m.
Kiss, kiss."

Yeah.

Well, no, 'cause they're for you,
but the first-- the first idea was you

and then the second idea
was the-- was the ice cream idea, but--

For sure.

42, 43,

44, 45, 46, 47,

48, 49, 50.

I like their bling.

They literally never take them off.

Why would you when you're state
champions?

Revel in the glory, I say.

We are!

Though one day,
the glory will end, however...

The work goes on!

I gotta say, you guys don't seem great.

Yeah. Very discordant energies here.

-Right?
-Yeah. Right.

That was intuitive, Barry.

-Thanks, babe.
-That was good.

So, how bad is it, Theo?

What?

It's... Everything's great.

You know, the shack's a monster success,
and the kids are killing it.

They won't actually let themselves
stop a workout

until they're dizzy and throwing up.

-So that's... that's commitment.
-Yeah.

And I'm actually-- I'm really loving it.

Yeah.

But you are still a failure.
Women don't like that.

-I sense trouble.
-Same.

Yeah. Yeah.

If you need a shoulder...
or an inner thigh to lean on.

Yeah.

What?

Barr, I'm kidding.

I will fuck you.

Ivy and I are just fine.

It's intense, right?

-How did they--
-I don't know.

How?

So, is everything okay?

What? Yeah, why?

There just seems an undercurrent
of discontent between you.

You could float a boat in that current.

What? Really?
Well, I'm so busy, I haven't noticed.

Ivy. You must cherish
and nourish a relationship.

Don't you blow random truck drivers
in our car park?

And for that ten minutes...

...I cherish and I nourish them.

We're fine.

-Everybody seems to think--
-We hate each other?

Well, "undercurrent of discontent,"
was the phrase, but yes. Crazy.

I suppose sometimes I do hate you.

Funny.

No, seriously.

-What?
-Don't you have that?

When your whole body is seized
by dizzying waves of fucking hatred?

Jesus!

Really? You don't have that?

I thought we all did, married people.

And, you know, you just have to let it
go.

And it'll pass like a wave crashes
somewhere on a beach in the Pacific.

I mean, put aside taking it personally.

Put aside the dizzying hatred
you have for me?

Sporadic dizzying hatred.

You really don't feel like that
about me at all?

Well, I-- The other day I did think

if Charles Manson invited me on a picnic
and if you invited me on a picnic,

I'd go with Charlie.

Charles Manson.

Yeah, Charles Manson on a good day.

What, a jamming with the Beach Boys day

as opposed to plotting
a murderous rampage day?

Don't take it personally.

Manson.

Yeah, you're right.
I think we both have it.

Right.

Do you think we should try and find out
why we have it?

Well, no, not if it's normal, no. No.

Right. Okay.

It's work. It's too much work.

And the kids. I mean, I love them,

but they are draining the marrow
of my fucking soul.

And I-- I still love us.

Oh, I hate everyone but us.

Me too. I miss you.

I miss you.

We should do something.

Is it run away?

No kids. No work.

New York. Just you and me.

I feel giddy at the thought of it.

Cheers.

I'm so tired.

Sleep.

No, I want to be with you.

Sleep.

I've got you.

Theo.

Hi!

Sally.

-Hello.
-How are you?

I am really good, thank you, yes.

-How... how are you?
-Amazing.

I'm just designing
this psychotic new campus

for one of the tech firms
in Silicon Valley.

-Wow.
-Yeah.

That's... that's great.

Yeah. You?

Freelancing.

That's cool.

Oh, my God. That fucking video.

"It's not going to fall."

"It's-- It's not going to fall."

So-- So-- So funny.

So long ago,
I've actually forgotten about it.

I think most people have.

No one has, man.

-I mean, not in our business.
-I--

Enough about you. Check this out.

Do you wanna know the budget?

-Sure. Sure.
-I can't tell you.

Fuck.

Fuck!

You all right in there?

Hello, there.
I'd like two Scotches, please.

I heard a noise.

Was there a noise? Are we in danger?

-No, I--
-Oh, a relief.

So, two Scotches?

Should I wake her?

In a thoughtful marriage,

a good partner drinks the other's drink
while they sleep.

I think she'll have another.

As will I.

-Sir, please!
-Give it... back!

No! Sir, I'm gonna ask you one more
time.

-Give it back!
-No, sir, please!

-She's stolen my drawings.
-What's going on? Theo?

She stole my drawings
and then threw them in the trash.

-I was just doing my job.
-Your job is
not to make things disappear.

Jesus, Theo, how drunk are you?

Jesus yourself drunk actually.

What?

You see? Told you.

Oh, thank God. Have you got a taser?

How's the hangover?

Distracting me from the humiliation.

Sorry about all that.

It's fine.

Dinner's not for a few hours.

Ollie Dabbous saw my Instagram

and has invited me to his pop-up
and then dinner's not till eight.

Oh, no.

I'd love it if you came.

You... you go, darling.

They're so much fun,
so it would be fun, not work.

I-- I think--

I think I'm gonna just, you know...

...catch up with a golf score
that I don't really care about.

Look, go be fanned, have fun.
I'll see you at dinner.

Okay. Back by dinner.

Okay. We won't be kissing later today.

That's just too pretty.

That's amazing.

Yeah, yeah, yeah.

You built some lovely fucking buildings.

Good for you.

Thank you!

-Thank you.
-All right, lady.

Theo!

Theony.

Theodorus. Theo.

Hey.

Life throws some hits.

People go down.

Some get up and some don't
and that's when you suddenly go,

"Oh, shit. I got one of the ones
that don't get up."

No, I do get up for our children.

In the middle of the night
and in the morning--

Don't be a little bitch about it.
It was just a comment.

I'm gonna be sick.

Beautiful.

Anyway... I don't wanna
make a deal of it.

But I am fucking done having it
running in the back of our lives.

You failed, so either get over it
or get on top of it.

Okay, will do.

Just gonna lie down here.

Yeah, you do that.

I'll try to resist
dropping something heavy on you.

Fuck-headed idiot, Ivy.

Just go and apologize.

Drunken idiot.

Jesus.

I mean, it's a lot of pressure
and slightly unrealistic

to expect a person to perfectly
articulate their thoughts

in a measured way in a long marriage.

Is... Is that a "sorry"?

Yes and also a philosophical musing.

I'm sorry, I don't want to talk anymore.

Seems mature.

Do these kids have any actual clothes?

I love these.

Dream house.

Thank you.

Maybe we should switch back.

We always intended to.

You know, I-- I'll go back to work,

and you can go back
to what you always love doing,

cooking for eleven people in an evening
and smoking joints by the sea.

Can you get a job?

Whoa.

I mean that in a neutral
information-seeking way.

Well, I'd have to start
at the bottom again, I guess.

You know?

Can't bear the thought of it,
but I will, I must,

because that is what I was meant to do.

By the way, I met someone in New York
who wants to become an equity partner

and open more restaurants
like David Chang.

Yeah.

So, you... you don't want to swap back.

As a feminist, I can't.

And as someone who loves their job

and is addicted to public adoration,
I can't.

Right. So I need this and you need that.

So someone has to sacrifice themselves
on the altar of the marriage, but...

...who's it gonna be?

Unless--

Oh, my God,
did you love that pregnant pause?

I wasn't sure if you were gonna give in.
Were you gonna give in?

-I--
-Well, no, best not to answer.

So, I've seen something
which I think might help us.

Come on.

-Nearly there.
-Okay.

Okay.

Okay, stop there.

Okay, look.

Wow.

I want you to build us
the most amazing house ever.

Here? Now?

What about my ego death and my shitty
job?

And slowly working back
and having my redemption?

What about showing the world
you're a genius?

And you that I'm not a failure.

You were born to build things.

Can we afford this?

If I do my expansion we can.

Ivy, this is...

Go on, say it. I think I've earned it.

Wow!

And we should be able
to see the sea all the time.

Of course.

One, two, three, four.

One, two...

-Keep it going!
-...three, four.

Theo!

Oh, wow.

-I--
-This is gonna be amazing.

-It's pretty beautiful, isn't it?
-Are you kidding me?

Ivy gave you your balls back.

It does feel like a second chance.

-Yeah.
-You know, when I was 29,

I was diagnosed
with an autoimmune disorder.

Yeah. It was awful, I... I lost my mind.

-I was acting out sexually, it was...
-Babe, we've talked about this.

Chronic yeast infections are not
an autoimmune disorder.

Well, it still stung, Barr.

The point is, Theo, this is it.

You're gonna reset everything, nail it,
and live happily ever after.

Just wanna make something
worthy of Ivy, you know,

so she knows that I wasn't
a massive fucking mistake.

-Right.
-That's so sweet.

Let me give you a hug. Come here.

You sweet thing.

-Someone needs a hug.
-Thank you.

Yes, this-- Things seem to be
deviating from hug territory.

We're opening the marriage.

That's still under negotiation,
knucklehead.

Babe?

Babe?

Babe.

I'm just at the house.
When do we open Chicago again?

You have a call with them at four.

Also, I'm sending you
this week's house bills,

and if I may provide
personal commentary...

Fuck, man. You have to rein him in.

But I want him to have his shot.
I mean--

-Oh, fuck!
-Exactly.

Twenty-eight grand for Irish moss, Theo?

Yeah, it's for the west side roof.

Does America not have moss?

Well, the green of the Irish moss
is something to behold.

Look, the green it takes
to pay for the Irish moss

is also something to behold.

We need it. It is integral for the
vision.

Do you understand
that we do not have unlimited money?

Did I show you the tree enclosed
in a glass case off the kitchen idea?

That's mean.

Oh, my God.

Wanker!

Ivy...

which of these three tiles do you...
do you like the look of?

They're to go behind the...
the wood burner, so...

I love it.

But there are three of them.
Which "it"?

-Yeah, I'll send them now.
-There are three "its"--

You didn't even look at them.

-What?
-And I'm trying to talk to you

-and you're picking up the ph--
-Hi.

Yeah, I just told Flora,
budget figures are in.

Oh, budget figures, yeah.

-While you're on budgetary figures...
-Call you back.

...please will you add in
that I bought us a table

from a 15th century Spanish monastery?

It actually has a dagger embedded in it
from the Spanish Inquisition.

It's pricey, but I think it's essential.
Feel like the look of--

Ivy!

Just checking.

Jesus Christ, Ivy.

You are a fucking child sometimes.

Mom? Dad?

Do we have any milk?

-Yes, darling, of course we have milk.
-Yeah. Of course, darling. Yeah.

-Yeah.
-Yeah.

Yeah.

And a one, and a two, and a three, four.

Hello!

Mom?

I'm coming too.

Okay. Great.

Mom, we're doing two-k interval
wind sprints.

Also, news.

I had my first period yesterday.

My darling. Were you all right?

I was in a white bathing suit
at a pool party.

It was mortifying.

People stared, I cried.

Why didn't you call me?

I called Dad. He was the best.

The best.

How did you know what to do?

Intuitive parenting.

He Googled it.

All right, you two. And, go!

Can't believe that about her period.

Yeah, it was intense.

She was a wreck, poor thing.

Wish I'd been there.

But you never are, are you?

Shut your stupid, stupid mouth.

Dad!

You coming?

Yup.

-Hey, Mom.
-Hello, darling.

You look beautiful.

-Glowing.
-Sweat.

-What were you doing?
-Free-climbing fences

to build my lat muscles
and general focus.

Cool.

You avoiding Dad?

No, of course not.
I'm just having a little moment.

You two need help.

Ridiculous.

Hattie, it's time for your protein
blast.

Don't tell him I'm--
Don't tell him I'm here.

Mom's down here.

Traitor.

Sorry.

I still love you, though.

Love you, too.

Do you ever feel like
we're trapped in something?

That we've created
this overly complicated,

endlessly whirring machine
that we can't get out of?

What if we just dropped it all, got a
van,
and drove around South America?

Yeah, well, you'd have
a hard time convincing them.

They're aiming
for those scholarships in Miami.

But that's what I mean. They're 13,
and suddenly they want to leave home.

They were six, last time I looked.

Look, you're just tired.

We're in the hard bit.

Good, 'cause if this is the easy bit,
smother me with a pillow.

Will do.

Said a little too quickly for my liking.

...complete deadshit.
A victim. A loser. A wanker.

Number ten. "Theo. What a cunt."

That wasn't the task.

I see so much resentment,

self-righteousness, mockery,
an inability to admit wrongs.

I don't think you have the capacity
to fix your problems.

Are you actually allowed to say that?

That seems unprofessional.

Yes. Like malpractice.

-What? No...
-We'll be expecting a hefty discount.

-Time's up.
-Really?

-Well, that was fun while it lasted.
-That was so much fun.

I do still expect my parking
to be validated.

-Outrageous.
-Absolute fraud.

-Your list was best, by the way.
-Thank you, darling.

Yours was second-best.

We could be nicer.

I could be.

Me too.

Let's try.

Dad! We got in!

Miami! We both got in!

-We got our scholarships!
-Yes!

My little genii. Yes. Yes!

Let's have some pancakes
to celebrate. We did it.

The work goes on.

Yes.

Miss you already.

Bring it in, champ.

-Bye.
-Bye, darling.

Love you.

-We'll call you guys when we get there.
-Yes, please do.

-Okay.
-Yes, please.

Now, don't forget to do
that stretching regime I told you

after you get off the plane, please?

-Bye.
-Bye.

-Bye.
-Bye.

-Love you. Love you.
-Bye, love you.

Bye.

Well, thank God they've gone.

Theo, I'm joking.

It's Hattie. Yes?

I forgot, can you...
walk me through the
nutrition thing again?

Yes. Yes, nutrition, yes, of course.

Well, you know,
it's a little bit like being a rabbit

at a Las Vegas buffet.

You want to be hitting
the salad bar first, yes? Correct?

Yes and then--

So, think like a rabbit,
eat lots of vegetables, and then...

So, you gotta be very careful
about your blood sugar spikes.

So, you can have your protein
and then you can have your carbs

like a cross-country trucker.

Yeah, Jane, let's open another
restaurant.

Light the fire, please, Hal.

And turn up the music, five percent.

That looks great. You want champagne?

No, thank you, I've been
making out with my negroni.

Think I'll stick to that.

Car approaches. Silver Audi.
Two guests.

Still freaky how he does that.

Thanks, Hal.

Hal, do you want a negroni?

I don't have wants or needs.

Marry me.

Funny.

I mean, wow.

The green moss on the roof,

the blue thrust of the house
meeting the raw ocean.

I mean, I love how the living area

provides this kind of gravitational
center of the ensemble.

You guys are saying words, but you know
they don't mean anything, right?

You got a shot at your vision, Theo,
and you nailed it.

I never thought watching a white man
reclaim his power could be so moving.

How are you?

So great.

The house is just--

It's... It's so beautiful.

He's a fucking genius.

Why is this stove old and kinda crappy?

It's not.

It's Julia Child's original stove
from France.

I bought it at auction.

-Stop it.
-I know.

It's a fragile beauty.

Wow. That is incredible.

-Julia Child.
-Yeah.

She's dead, right?

And what, was kind of mean?

No. You should probably go
and join the others,

'cause I'm shaving fennel, and it takes
a high degree of concentration

not to just shred my wrists
into the salad.

Don't you ever just wanna let go?

Well, that's why the English
invented repressing one's feelings.

You're so dry.

Only when my husband looks at me.

-There you go again.
-Oh, yeah.

Close your eyes. Close your eyes.

Love you, baby girl.

This would be a cool place
to suicide from.

So pretty.

I'm going back inside.

I wanna see how the wall asserts itself
with such clarity into the space.

I wanna see that too.

Well, my friend, you have made
what I
like to call a very adequate house.

-I am flattered.
-Sorry to gush.

The fact that you'll now be sad
every time you walk into your own home

is enough for me.

That was the case long
before you built this.

Speaking of, how's married life?

It's... it's fine.

That bad, huh?

I was hoping the house would be healing

-in its quietly adequate way.
-Yeah.

How old is that fucking stove, Theo?

Just ignore the fucking stove.

Seems a little passive aggressive, no?

All this beauty, she gets that bitch
Julia Child's stove in there?

No, sometimes a stove is just a stove.

The stove sounds bad, The.

It-- it's fine.

Hey, baby, can you get me a negroni?

You already have a negroni.

That's why God gave me two hands.

I thought it was so you could give me
a handjob while enjoying a negroni.

Obviously, I'm joking.

She's sickened by the sight
of my naked body.

Fucking adore you.

Barr.

These people...

Wait... Okay, please say it again.

Every morning, he'd order
a tumbler of whiskey and four kippers

-and be beastly to the staff.
-Oh, my God, I love it.

Is kipper a kind of sex act?

If you're a Tory MP, absolutely.

But I don't know what that means.

Who cares, Sal? It just sounds so good.

All this time,
I'm still falling for
that little accent.

It does something to my...

Cunt?

Sorry, were you not gonna say cunt?

My mistake. Anyway...

Dinner! Let's eat.

-Another negroni?
-No, thanks, darling. I've got one.

Was my point.

Too subtle for someone
who's had four negronis.

Can I point out the gorgeous
wooden elephant in the room?

I love this table. I mean, come on.

Yes. 15th century
from a Spanish monastery.

Apparently that dagger was used
in the Spanish Inquisition.

How cool is that?

This was likely covered
in a tortured heretic's blood?

Do you just wake up beaming, Ivy?

I really do.

We are very lucky.

So much to be grateful for.

Here's to this amazing house
and to you, my darling.

-No, to you.
-No, to you.

No. To you.

You guys are so cute.

Like a sack of kittens.

Near a rushing river.

I don't get that.

Thank you, Ivy,
for making all of this possible.

He sounds sarcastic,
but he does actually mean it.

Yeah, it's just the accent.

The accent is confusing.

Sometimes Ivy's mad at me,
and I can't even tell.

Sometimes he's got his cock in me,
and I can't even tell.

All right, now the dinner is getting
fun.

So, Ives, you want me to, what,
do a shot of this with the scallop?

Yeah, it's, um, Japanese vodka
infused with tarragon,

so adds a bit of bitterness.

Ivy likes to leave a little bit of
herself
in everything she does.

I love this fun banter you guys do.

We should try it, Sally, come on.

Okay.

Why don't you try
not fucking me in the ass

while you choke me sometimes, shitbird?

Your turn.

Whore.

That kinda thing?

That is so cool.

Is that what you guys are doing, right?

I'm not the expert.

Ivy?

See, this is why I don't have friends.

You know, you gotta get
Architectural Digest up here, right?

Thank you, Sally, I'm not so sure
I'm into public approbation.

Anymore.

Sure.

The kids have been gone
for a while now, huh?

How has that been?

Hard? Brutal? Liberating?

Your kids are college-age already?

Oh, no, no, no.

They just happen
to be very gifted physically,

and they won these scholarships
to this school in Miami

for high performance athletes.

At 13.

-Amazing.
-Yeah. It's their dream.

Is it?

I think I know how you feel,
because when we hired that surrogate,

and she got pregnant,
and then she ate sushi from an airport,

-and we had to let her go.
-Here we go.

It was very dark. I got shingles.

I got monkey pox. The grief I felt.

Yeah-- I-- It's still pretty raw for me.

I hear you, baby girl.

So is that nine restaurants
you guys have now?

We are an empire.

And she won the James Beard Award...

-Yass.
-...which is like a food Oscar.

-It's all true.
-I'm aware of the Beard.

We've been lucky.
We found a niche in the market.

Upscale, but not intimidating.

So, it sort of hits a range
of demographics.

We want to move into the South.

Like Sherman's march with lobster bibs.

Sorry, darling, was the attention off
you
for a minute?

Did you start to wilt?

I think the guests are wilting,
my darling,

due to the droning nature
of your caustic narcissism.

They're doing it again, and I love it.

Hey, fuck-stick bitch, fill my glass

the way you can't fill my pussy
with your tiny dick.

Whoa.

All right, that doesn't seem like
banter.

That just seems mean to me.

Cry like a baby like you did
when our dog died, dickhead.

What the fuck?

I am an empath,
and I'm having a hard
time at this table.

Can you not? Amy's allergic to weed.

I'm allergic to Amy, literally.

Rash on my finger.

Funny. Can we just be nice, please?

You're drunk, and you're being a...

if I had to define it in one word,
a bit of a bitch.

Of course, darling.

We've done something amazing here.
Let's celebrate it.

Any dessert?

Hal, play Napalm Death.

Ivy, it's a little loud.

It's the house.

Oh, my God.

For you. For you. For you.

Baby girl, double helping.

I'm gonna leave some long pauses
in the conversation,

for you to insert an apology.

For what, darling?

You embarrassed yourself.

Sorry you feel that way.
I did it for you, darling.

You're an appalling, needy bore,

and I created a diversion
lest they should think ill of you.

I shall insert some pauses
for you to thank me.

You just can't say sorry, can you?

Well, I did.
I said I'm sorry you feel that way.

That's not sorry.

Well, the sentence literally
contains the word, "sorry."

You can't say sorry with feeling,

with acknowledgment for pain caused
or damage done.

Jesus, I'm not fucking Ian McKellen.

I'm so sorry. My deepest regrets, sir.

Yeah, well, I'm touched.

Did you try the cake?

Jesus, Theo, it's no big deal.
I got drunk at dinner.

You stole my fucking children from me,
and now they're gone.

You expect me to be happy about it?

I did not steal our children.

But I did bring them up.

You taught them how to be sweaty robots.

They can only talk about reps
or sodium levels or some shit,

and now they've gone.

Yeah, well, you should've thought
about that when you were off to work

building your fucking empire,
i.e. a shrine to yourself.

I did that to pay for this,
your shrine to yourself.

It was meant to be ours, but became
yours.

That is bullshit because I was prepared
to work my way up again,

but you bribed me with this house
to serve the Ivy show.

And you can't even see what I did
for the children.

The doctor's appointments, the dentist's
appointments, the dermatologist.

Who went to the dermatologist?

Fuck! Seriously?

Yeah, no, I-- I remember the thing.

The thing. What thing? Whose thing?

The thing. The thing
that was skin-related that...

Whose? Who had it, Ivy?
I mean, there's just two of them.

You've got a 50-50 chance.

Roy!

I'm afraid you're out of the game,
madam.

Hattie, cracked and bleeding
eczema on her toes.

Yes...

What is happening?

Have you lost your footing
on the cliff of resentment

as you realize
there is no factual basis to it?

I would have loved to have been
the one that did that, is my point.

You know why I can't say sorry?

Enlighten me.

Because you need it too much.

You need sorry, and praise, and
attention,
and blowjobs, and Italian
furniture,

and Irish fucking moss
on the fucking roof!

You are a bottomless pit of need!

Yeah, well, you're right.

I am?

Yeah.

What do you mean, I'm right?

I do need connection.

And an exchange of intimacy

and the flawed nature
of who I am validated

as I journey through this life hoping

that one person might see me,
love me, and hold me.

Oh, I see.

You're the wise philosopher,
and I'm the bitch.

Exactly. And I'm out.

The victor.

Theo, I'm so sorry.

I'm so sad, it just hollows me out.

I feel like I've missed half their
lives.

And I don't know what to do without
them.

I just-- I think I just want you
to give me a hug

or something pathetic like that.

Morning.

Think I might just go for a run.

Shit.

You-- You're in the wrong place, buddy.

Are you dead?

Wait there.

Stop. Will you stop, please?

Please, please, stop, stop, stop.

Stop!

Good run?

Yeah.

Yeah, fine.

Just gonna shower.

Hey, Jane.

He did what?

You saved a whale?

I wasn't alone.

Are you fucking kidding me?

You're angry because you hate whales?

You didn't tell me.

-No.
-Why not?

You looked busy.

Don't play that card.
I asked you how was your run,

and you said, "Fine,"
not, "Fine, I saved a whale."

-I--
-Just tell me why you didn't tell me.

Didn't want you to ruin it.

How would I ruin it?

Because you don't take anything
seriously,
and it was serious.

And actually quite spiritual.

Try me. I can be deeply spiritual.

I masturbate to Deepak Chopra
meditations.

-Think you proved my point.
-Oh, please.

I know I can be a bit of an arse,
but give me a chance.

Well...

I had my hands on this beautiful
creature,

and it was like we were communicating.

As I was standing in the water
with the whale,

surrounded by these people, and...

It just felt like everything was one.

Us, the whale, the sea.

And something happened...

...deep in our core.

And it was beautiful.

And then I was still standing there,

waist-deep in the water,
watching him swim away.

And...

I started crying, just because it was...

I just...

...was happy.

You cried? That's beautiful.

And then this question rose up inside
me.

What was it? This is amazing.

This is so you. It's like the old you.

It was, "You only have one life.

So why the fuck are you with Ivy?"

Jesus.

I don't mean to be mean.

I've been trying to push it away,
'cause I don't wanna ask the question,

but I know the answer.

I have to go.

To somewhere where you're not talking.

We're done, Ivy.

I fucking say when we're done.

Fuck you and your suicidal
attention-seeking whale friend.

I'm being serious, we are done.

Look at us.

Fine. We're done.
But we're done because I decided it!

Not you.

You are--
You are a good lawyer, right?

Yeah. I mean, mostly real estate,

but divorce is mostly about real estate.

What, so you-- you've never done this?

Not exactly, but they're pretty much
all the same. Relax.

-It's a sad day, man.
-Yeah.

How do you and Amy make it work?

I don't know. Inertia.

What? I thought you guys were good.

No, we are. We're good.

It's like, when we were young,

it was like I knew what she was gonna
say
before she even said it.

And now, sometimes I don't know
what she said even after she says it.

Right.

But, you know, I love her.

So, there's that.

All right. Let's win this thing.

Yes.

Don't talk.

-Bruno, sit.
-Sorry, what is happening?

Eleanor, you cannot bring in the dog.

It's my emotional support animal.

It's a dangerous dog.

Only when it feels I'm threatened.

It's a bullshit tactic, and you know it.

Isn't this a bit of a weird cliché?

You know,
the ferocious divorce lawyer thing.

Yeah, but just...

Ivy, is this him?

Yeah, this is him. My name's Theo.

Well, this is a personal aside,

but the fact she ever let you fuck her

should be enough for her
to claim every dollar.

-Wow.
-Jesus.

Okay, let me lay it out
before this putz bores me to death.

She has been living and supporting
this bottom feeding piece of shit,

carrying his endless fucking failures

and needy, "Mummy help me"
anguish for 15 years.

So just agree you'll fuck off now,

we'll never see you again,
and she'll throw you a hundred grand.

Okay...

My thoughts, how about we take
25% of the restaurants

and the house, and we'll be good?

Okay, look, I just want the house.

-Don't talk.
-You're not having the house.

Don't talk. Okay, well that seems like
in our ballpark, so let's--

Okay, wait, my client designed and built

that award-winning fucking house,

that your sociopathic whore hole
of a client now claims as hers.

-Barry!
-Barry! Whore hole?

What? I thought the lawyers
were being mean.

Isn't that-- No?

It's part of the theater.
Please don't
talk, it's very undermining.

Let's be a little bit more British
about this.

Polite, courteous, rational.

Yeah, it's not like it's in our blood

to pillage, murder, and enslave
other cultures to get what we want.

-Don't talk.
-Don't talk.

Okay, we want everything. The end.

That's not negotiating.

No, it's winning.

Hundred grand, and he walks out of here
with his face still attached.

Right, Bruno?

You can't have the house, Ivy.
I designed it. I built it.

It's all I want.
You can have
everything. Everything else.

I take the house.
We walk out of here, firm handshake,

-and get on with our lives.
-We'll take it.

-No.
-No?

You want the divorce,
I want the house.

We are winning here.

You get the company, buy a new house.

No.

I can hear what they're saying.

Okay, we get the house, too. The end.

No! No deal.

Bruno, sit and shut up.

So, what? We're nowhere.

Looks like it.

Barry, are you and Amy going
to the Harvest Moon Festival?

Yeah, Amy loves it.

I do, too.

It's a little bit too much
tribal drumming for me

'cause I have tinnitus,
but we'll be there.

-Good.
-Sorry, can we please focus on us?

All right. Fine. Yes.

But I'm speaking as your friend now.

Maybe rethink this, guys.

I mean...

I know a lot has gone down,
but you're great.

And you're great together.

I mean, sure, some days it feels
horrible,
and you want to skin each
other alive,

but some days it doesn't, right?

It's nice to have someone.

And my advice would be...

try to focus on those days,

nod when you wanna shake your head,
and just say, "What the fuck?"

And always think of other people
when you have sex.

That's standard.

You can make it.

Well, that was just lovely, Barry.

We're still getting the fucking house.

Let's go, Ivy.

She's really good... at law.

I will pick you apart
until you beg me to take this house.

Well, I can endure a lot of misery.
That's proven.

You have no idea
how nice I've been to you, mister.

I'm getting the house, Ivy.

I designed it, and I built it.

And I paid for it.

-What are you burning?
-Your cookbooks.

This is a 1907 first edition of
Escoffier,
French wanker cookbook.

This one I've covered in brandy,
so I
think the correct term is, "flambé."

Incoming call from Hattie and Roy.

-Have you told them?
-I didn't have the heart.

Me neither.

Answer.

Hi, Mom. Hi, Dad.

Hi!

Hey. We hear you're getting divorced.

How?

Barry's Instagram.

We're so happy for you.

-You...
-What?

We've dreamed about this.

We just wanted to say
we admire your courage

to release each other
from the nightmarish death spiral

that you've been in for the past decade.

Gotta run. Literally. 32k.

-Love you! Bye!
-Talk to you.

What is that?

I'm burning your green moss.

Lovely color smoke.

You wouldn't get that from American
moss.

Hey, Hal. Play polka at full volume
on loop in room 14.

No Ivy override.

Hal! Turn it off!

-Lock door of room 14.
-Hal! Turn it off!

-For five hours.
-Theo!

You asshole! Theo!

-Turn volume down, Hal.
-Oh, my God!

Ivy, here's an agreement
giving me the house.

Please sign it.

Full volume please, Hal.

-Sorry, darling. Can't hear you.
-I'm going to do a shit on your pillow!

Fuck you!

-Amy?
-Hi. You okay?

Barry was worried you guys were
trying to destroy each other.

Only if necessary.

I'm hoping she'll see reason
when her ears start bleeding.

Gotta check your energy. Excuse me.

Sorry.

That's very dark, Theo. Very dark.

I need it, Amy. I am getting the house.

But what's a house compared to the house
that is our bodies?

Maybe you gotta drive to Mexico
with a friend.

And we take peyote. We drink tequila.

And we rub and we rub.

And then we get taco after taco
after taco.

Muy caliente.

Okay. Thank you for the kind offer,
if confused metaphor,

but I am not leaving my house.

Would you really just up and leave
Barry?

Leave Barry? What? No, no, no.

I'm looking for one night
of strange, okay?

So that I can forget that I'm
40-whatever
and my face is melting off.

And my organs are probably brewing up
a Stage IV something as we speak.

But, I know who I want
driving me to chemo

and that's my big, dumb,
stupid husband, Barry.

Anyway, call me when you get rational.

Hal, it's Ivy.

Yes, Ivy.

Can you open my calendar, please?

Oh, fuck.

All our fish orders are cancelled
for the entire chain across the country?

My diary's blank.

-For today?
-Every day.

Why have we ordered two tons of Cheez
Whiz
and four tons of marshmallow?

-Fucker.
-It's exciting. Whatever it is.

You mad genius.

Oh, good. You're awake.

Look, I've been teaching myself AI.

It's you.

Let me tell you a funny, funny secret.

I deliberately fucked the building up.

Yep. I engineered it to come apart,
like fucking Lego.

People have to learn nothing's solid.

Apart from this rock.

Is... is that a crack pipe?

It's called deepfake. Isn't it fun?

Also, the end of Western civilization.

Ivy, what are you doing with...
Is that my--

Your phone? Yeah, well feared.

I'm going to send this
to all of your clients captioned,

"Smoke the truth, bitches."

Unless you sign the house over to me
now.

Funny. You--

Too slow!

Oh, fuck.

You look cute when beaten.

Hey, how you doing? Eat more food.

Hi. Thank you so much.
So nice to see you.

Hi, Ivy.

Every winter,
I get this wart between my toes.

It's fucking brilliant when grated
into your ragout.

Add in the simple mushroom.
Shroomy-shroom-shroom-shrooms!

Sign the fucking papers, Ivy,
or it will never end.

Jesus, no!

And the mole. Well, it's brown.

-Mole is go.
-No! No go. Mole is no go.

-What are you doing?
-Who's had the mushrooms?

Everybody.

No, no! Absolutely not. Don't eat it.

No, don't. Give me those!

No, sorry. Don't eat that!

No, no, no, no.

Put your clothes back on!

Stop being gross!

Don't fucking eat it!

Not working?

Restaurant closed by health order,
so night off.

Shame.

You?

Got fired by all my clients.

Sweet.

That looks great.

Stinging nettle risotto just like the
one
we had in that little place in
Italy.

Here.

-Stunning.
-That?

Black forest from Dennings. Yes, you
may.

Let me design you an amazing house
many, many thousands of miles from here,

and then you give me the deed
for this house.

We can even have nostalgic
one time good-bye sex.

Then admit we had a good run
and then went into a ditch,

which disfigured us and killed our love.

But that now, we're going
into a new phase.

A happier life.

What's in that? Is this...

Raspberries? Yes. I laced them in.

But the taste of cherries masks it well,

but then again,
you do have a famously brilliant palate.

Oh, shit. You're allergic, aren't you?

Don't panic. It's all in hand, my
darling.

Here is the epinephrine
that's the solution to your problem.

-What are you...
-And here is a fresh new contract,

signing the house over to me.

You prick. I can't believe...

We really do need to be apart.
This is unbearable.

It's simple.
Sign that. I stab you with this.

-We move on with our lives.
-Never.

I really do think it is
the best solution for us.

If you die, I inherit the house anyway.

So, either way, it's a elegant
win-win situation for me.

Ivy. Christ. Just sign the paper.

Don't be crazy. Just sign it!

Thank Christ.

You would've let me die.

No. I knew you'd sign it.

And I thank you.

-Who?
-What?

Thank who?

Zendaya?

You know I was never
gonna let you die, Ivy. I--

If you're looking for the white flags,
I think they're in the dressing room.

Starting to think that things
are getting a little out of hand.

-You think?
-Just an instinct.

Put the gun away, Ivy.

You need to leave, Theo.

Or what? You'll shoot me?

Well, not if you leave.

I'm pretty sure
we never loaded it anyway--

-Pretty sure we did.
-Jesus! Ivy!

-Leave, Theo!
-What have you become?

I mean, just look at yourself!

Don't you think I know?

Trying to love you
has made me bent and distorted

because you're a fucking
impossible person!

Of course, you have a gun
because you are fucking reckless, Ivy!

That's what's killed us. Your
selfishness.

Endless late night drinking
with the waiters.

Fucking millions of choices
that weren't us!

I should've been here
watching you
masturbate over French tiles

while burnishing your self image

by rebuilding our children
and this fucking house!

You abandoned me. I had to have
something!

You never looked at me, Theo.

Some nights I'd wait an hour,
maybe two, thinking,

"Is he gonna look at me?
Does he fucking want to know who I am?"

I knew who you were.
I just didn't
fucking care for it anymore.

I didn't even do that one,
but it felt like appropriate timing.

Shit!

Remember, this is a hair trigger.
It's very dangerous!

I'd leave if I was you, Theo.

Fuck! You're just making me madder!

Ivy. We both have said things
we didn't mean.

-I meant them!
-I meant them too!

Oh, my God! You don't care if I'm dead!

You've got a fucking gun, Ivy!

I've got fruit and utensils.

Yeah, thanks for reminding me!

Julia Child's fucking ugly stove!

Not the stove! Not that! No! Not that!

Drop the gun!

Okay! Will you fucking--

Hal, lights off.

Hal, lights up.

I hit it! I hit it! I aimed and I hit
it!

Ivy. You're being ridiculous.

Just give me the house.
You get the business.

We both get something we love.

I should be the something you love.

You were.

You were fucking everything to me.

You stopped. You're not supposed to
stop.

-You stopped.
-You stopped first!

-I never stopped!
-Liar!

Slow down!

-Hal, lock door.
-Hal, unlock door.

-Hal, lock door.
-Unlock door!

Hal, lock door.

Did you mean what you just said,
that you never stopped?

Or just the fact I was chasing you
with a gun, right?

No. No, I meant it.

Why leave me then?

Because you hated me
and I couldn't bear it.

I didn't.

You didn't seem to be in enough pain
for what had happened to us.

I was.

I am.

It's just...

It's just hard to show it, you know?

Difficult to see it.

Hal, unlock door.

Truth is, I doubt
I could live without you anyway.

And I, you.

So, murder suicide pact then?

We're so good at words.

And yet we could never find
the ones we needed.

I was careless with you.

You were hurt and I was so lost
in my
own pain that I couldn't get to you.

I was cruel.

I thought we were impregnable,
and you were my person in the world.

I'm so sorry.

Oh, jeez.

Jesus indeed.

I mean, we nearly...

I know.

Fucking hell!

If you didn't throw like a winded
toddler.

Or you shoot like a confused mole.

Brave of you still to appear
like that though.

I wanted to try one last time.

It's terrifying how close we came
to losing each other.

What a day.

What a day.

Lucky us.

Lucky us.

Always have been.

Remember when we met?

Good day.

Death do us part.

Death do us part.

Hal... play our song and light the fire.