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Okay, I'll go first.

Let me just say, we don't really need to be here.

See, we've been married for five years.

Six.

Five, six years. And this is really just like a checkup for us.

Very well then.

On a scale of one to ten, how happy are you as a couple?

Eight.

I'm confused. Is ten like totally happy and one is totally miserable or?

Just responding instinctively.

Okay. Ready?

Ready.

Eight.

How often do you have sex?

I don't understand the question.

Yeah, is this like a one to ten thing, or?

Right, because it's one very little, or it's one nothing, because, you know,

technically speaking, zero would be nothing.

How about this week?

Now that we're alone, tell me, how honest are you with him?

I mean, pretty honest.

It's not like I lie to him or anything.

We just, we have secrets.

Everybody has secrets, you know?

Isn't that a nice surprise?

I hope so.

You're home, Arlan.

I missed you.

Missed you too.

Missy?

So what have you decided?

I want a divorce.

What do you want?

Your death?

We have an unusual problem.

You obviously want me dead.

And I find myself less and less concerned with your well -being.

So what do we do?

Shoot it out right here? See what happens?

That'd be a shame.

The neighbors could hear the noise and then they'd kick me out of the

neighborhood once they found you dead.

Dance with me.

You don't dance.

It's part of my cover, sweetheart.

With the lost part of it, too?

Why is it you think we fail?

Were we too busy living separate lives, or is it all the lying that did us in?

I've got a new theory.

Newly formed.

You killed us.

You approached our marriage like a job, planned it, and executed it.

And you avoided it.

And what do you care if I'm just part of your cover?

You said you were just a cover.

Honey, where'd you go?

I'm waiting for you.

All right, come to Poppy.

Fucking Poppy now.

Do you want the vlogger or do you want the writing crap?

I don't know, Mrs. Smith.

Which one do you think?

This one.

You still want that divorce?

I don't know

I regret throwing me on the floor like you did.

Maybe you kicked me in the balls.

You pointed your gun at me first.

much better than counseling, don't you, Mr. Smith?

I hate to agree with you, Mr. Smith.

Shut up when you talking to me.

Yes. Oh, yeah.

I'm such a downer to that fucking car.

It's really fucking deep, just like that.

Fucking me like that.

Yes, yes, yes, yes, yes.

Oh,

fuck. Yes, yes, yes.

Fuck me like you fucking hate me.

I'm so deep. You're so deep.

My stomach.

Oh my god, baby, I'm fucking calm.

You want it in the normal place? Yeah.

You ready?