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"Dirty Little Secret."

It's got a nice ring to it, don't you think?

Maybe for a basic lingerie line.

- What's that? - Uh, nothing. I love it.

Of course you do. It's brilliant.

Look, not to bring down the vibe,

but as your boss or like an entrepreneur

slash, new friend you aspire to be like.

I'm saying, don't show up to set

if you aren't gonna be professional or whatever.

Makes me nervous about the Naughty Gal launch.

Professional?

My fans trust my brand

because they want what they want.

And that's what I want. And they know that I know

that I know what they want.

- If you don't understand that-- - I want what you want.

- You know, like do you really-- - Yes.

And, like, I don't get it. Why is the model on this suit?

This is a model's dream.

Well, I don't know

why she didn't show, but I...

...identified the problem and I found a solution.

There shouldn't have been a problem to begin with.

Not those. Dark washed. I said dark washed, not jeans.

You know what? Whatever.

Which one should we start the carousel with?

Well, between...

Like, all of them?

Uh, well, we took photos of her in every color imaginable.

So posting really...

Okay. Your indecision is super depressing.

You'll never be a BAB with that attitude.

- A what? - Uh, boss ass bitch.

Oh, fuck it. Okay.

Here's what I'm thinking.

Naughty Gal...

"My Dirty Little Secret."

I need to make a big statement

that really sets me apart from other brands.

And, we need to silence them.

Fucking bitch DZ at the launch gala.

- Mm-hmm. - You know?

Hello? Did you hear what I said?

- Charlie! - Uh-- Uh, yep. Sorry.

You were on, uh, mute by accident, but I heard you.

Okay. Well, don't mute me while I'm talking.

That is seriously one of my biggest

- pet peeves. - Okay. Sorry.

...frosting with sugar. Devil horns. Yes.

Or we could try something more elegant and chic.

You know, uh, something that highlights the line

versus the big show of it.

But I like the big show of it.

- Is that not what we're doing here? - -Right.

Yeah. No, definitely. I can see why you

- think that would be a good idea. - -Underwater mermaids.

Underwater mermaids?

Yeah, I can-- Totally doable.

Yeah... I'm good.

Okay. Can we finalize this

- in the morning, actually? - Charlie,

you gotta grab life by the ovaries.

No. Right. It's always better to

tackle things head on.

There's that BAB mentality! Woo!

- Um... Ye-- - Okay. Back to the carousel.

-I want every image to communicate: -Uh...

"Fuck me. Take me.

Tie me up."

What are-- What are you doing?

Sprucing up a little.

Uh, I actually think we should

take the social media layout

a different direction.

Uh, maybe go with a theme that is

geared towards a more... mature audience.

- But maturity doesn't get you laid.

This is where it was before we flipped the room.

Uh-- Yes, exactly. Maybe we can, uh, exaggerate the colors

- uh, in a tone of - Yes.

- black and white. - Black and white?

I don't-- I-- I don't know what you're pointing at.

No, no, no, no. Um, you'll still see the color.

It'll just be matched in grayscale,

um, so that every swimsuit

-looks different. -Uh-- Charlie-- Okay.

- This is clearly not the time. - I want this line...

- Yeah, clearly this is not the time to do this. So, let's go.

Okay. I was just waiting for you to wrap up.

You had another ten-minute conversation.

I just need a little bit of patience from you right now.

Okay.

- Eh-- Uh... Wait, um... - You know what I mean?

- No, no, go back. Yeah, wait, wait, wait. Uh-- - Charlie? Hello?

-Hello? -Your phone's on mute.

- Are you listening? - Damn it.

Hello?

Yeah, um-- um, I like that idea. I just...

- Did you have me on mute again? - Adriana. No, no, no.

- I-- I... didn't - I literally...

-have you on mute again. -I guess I'm on fucking mute.

I-- I understand that.

Look, my...

My phone service is really shitty right now.

Can I please call you back?

- Seriously? What the fuck? - Fuck.

That girl is insane.

And she makes you insane, and she definitely makes me insane.

So, when we go to this stupid thing tonight,

can we please not bring insane with us?

-Yes, that's fine. Let's go. -Okay.

Okay. Just wait. I--

Can I talk to you for a second?

Let's just-- Let's just get out of here, alright? I--

I love you and I'm--

I'm sorry that I got riled up.

It's just, this girl is...

I-- I understand. I love you too.

But you attacked me for putting up a picture.

I mean, I-- I didn't attack you.

You practically leapt through the air.

I just don't think that we should start a home project

that we should discuss beforehand

five minutes before we have to leave.

I wasn't starting a home project.

I-- I like the photo.

I miss the photo. I miss...

...when that photo was taken.

And I like the reminder.

Well, I don't.

And I need you to understand that.

Charlie...

...it's been months since I--

Stop. Just don't.

Okay, trying to forget and not talking about it

are two very different things.

I'm trying to forget about it

by not talking about it.

You had no problem talking about it with everyone else.

What is that supposed to mean?

It means...

for the first couple months

you weren't supposed to tell anyone

and you went and told everyone.

Is that something we discussed?

I got excited.

You know what? You wanna... put up the photo?

Put up the fucking photo.

You wanna change the room? Change the fucking room.

- I wanna move forward. - By moving back?

I just like the fucking photo, Charlie.

-Why? -Because you look happy in it.

Because we didn't know we were making memories.

We were just having fun.

Wow.

Which one of your favorite

dead artists said that, Atticus?

Winnie-the-Pooh.

I have your keys, by the way.

If you need me to drive, but I'd rather not.

The road!

Jesus.

Do you need me to drive?

You said you didn't wanna drive.

But I said I could if you needed me to.

But I don't.

Okay.

I'm excited for the party.

I'm excited for the party.

We're gonna get through this?

I love celebrations.

No, you don't. You don't even like celebrating your birthday.

That's because I've crossed the threshold.

What threshold is that?

The one where you're no longer curious about anything.

So, I'm in love with an old man.

That is truly very, very sad.

They say you're officially old

when you're no longer curious about anything.

I remember when you used to be curious about a lot of things.

Public places, sneaking in.

What are you doing?

Bathrooms, parking lots, that old church.

Chiropractic bills, tickets.

Catholic guilt.

Should we go in?

I love celebrations.

One drink. I'll hold your hand.

Promise?

I thought there'd be lots and lots and lots of fancy cars

that carried lots and lots and lots

of Sebastian's fancy friends.

Sebastian isn't British.

But he does love his tea.

Tea's empty, though.

I miss the days of picking on the DD.

Uber ruined everything.

I said I could drive.

Very funny.

Is that a piano?

Those are the notes from a piano, yes.

Party time.

You expect Biggie Smalls?

Is that a bad thing?

No, I guess you're right.

-Piano's a little-- -British?

-Atticus? -Yeah.

- Charlie! - Hi!

Hi, come on in.

Atticus.

Jackets. Cuff 'em up.

How was traffic?

- Terrible. - Fine.

Sebastian will be thrilled to have

the old gang back together.

He flew in last night.

I don't know how he does it.

I'm... useless when I'm jet-lagged.

Oh, he gets off on it, waking up

in different countries, different beds.

Love what you guys have done.

New paintings, new couch.

New photos.

- The man of the hour. - Handsome.

So glad you're here.

- Charlie. - Hi.

The last one has arrived.

"Penitence for your sins."

-Come again? -Thought we were...

It's the title of my new series.

...going to get into the photos until after dinner.

Or after drinks. After multiple drinks.

I've had two already, so catch up.

Want one?

Without question.

I spiked the tea if you'd like.

I'm good with beer.

Well, you know where we keep it.

Single malt neat, is it?

- Good memory. - Mmm. Still trapped.

Unfortunately, my memory catalogs drink orders

rather than anything practical.

Well, practicality is overrated.

Tell that to Sebastian.

So, where is everyone?

Everyone?

I thought you were having a party.

I believe the word on the invitation was "celebration."

Well, we're celebrating...

With the people who make us happy.

So, wait, I'm-- I'm sorry.

Is it just us?

Is that okay?

Well, I have a--

An early morning, so I'm gonna need a stronger drink.

Coming right up.

Beautiful, isn't it?

-Um... -The painting.

Oh, yeah.

Naomi is a gifted woman.

That, she is.

She changes as her art changes.

- As her expressions of that art change.

As her muses change.

As soon as she finds a subject, she fixates on it.

She lets it consume her.

Eager...

...well, to bend it into submission.

-You don't say. -It's fascinating.

Incredibly.

Working late again, are we?

Sorry, it's my job.

Well, it's... a person, if you could even call them that.

A person?

Well, a person would have to have feelings.

A person would have to have goals unrelated

to the vapid validation of millions of strangers.

And a person would have to find the time

to stop doing so many drugs

so that person could sleep.

Or you could sleep.

I'm sorry.

I don't really like apologies.

Sorry?

Let mistakes float into the air

until they fall to the ground and...

...walk all over them.

Well, thank you for walking

all over mine during that shoot.

Oh, don't sweat it.

No, seriously, you saved me.

It was actually kind of fun.

What are your thoughts?

On the--

the-- the subject?

No, on the painting.

Right.

Um, well, it's...

It's personal?

-No, I-- -Erotic?

-No, I was-- -It's a combination of the two.

Blurred, yet...

...familiar.

It's as though it's a photograph.

Well, it is abstract.

I still owe you some free merch if you wanted any of that Tastemaker crap.

-Nothing against your brand. -Not my brand.

Um... Either way, it just seems if you're gonna

strip down to a bikini, why wear anything at all?

It's... musical, really.

Oh...

Like Johann Sebastian Bach,

the listener doesn't need to be well-versed

in order to appreciate it.

Couldn't have said it better.

Well, cheers to that.

You... better ignore that person.

Unless you want that person to ignore you.

Modigliani said,

"When I know your soul,

I will paint your eyes."

With this piece, the eyes are left out.

Seems to me

like she didn't want the listener

to look too deeply into that window.

Maybe she just wanted us to see it for what it is.

Choice is yours.

Just...

Okay, boys.

That's enough.

Gawking is rude.

Dinner's almost ready, and I need assistance in the kitchen.

You treat your cooking like you treat your paint.

Whoever's on clean-up duty is gonna be in trouble.

Not if they appreciate a beautiful mess.

Who doesn't?

He missed a spot.

He always does.

Better?

Much.

I really do need some extra hands in the kitchen.

Um...

Let me grab one more drink, and then I'm all yours.

Sorry, I'm just finishing

the last of this stupid post for the new

Naughty Gal collection with Adriana, and I'll be done.

- I thought we were gonna hold hands. - -Atticus...

I knew this was gonna be fucking weird.

Why do you have to be so fucking negative?

It is exhausting being the only person in this relationship

who tries to make the most of it.

I'll be in the kitchen.

Something about this makes me wanna pray.

I feel similar, but for a much different reason.

Looks like the picture, though.

It looks like the picture.

Would you like to arrange them?

Why did you ask me to cook if you're just

gonna stand there and judge it...

...in silence?

Would you prefer I judged it carelessly?

I'd prefer to have just ordered this from down the street.

Do you remember our first date?

You cooked.

I cooked.

After that first fight.

You shared with me...

...what your mother taught you when you were younger.

The most important ingredient in a home-cooked meal is...

-...love -Love.

Smells good.

It's the tea.

It's the food.

Sure.

Wait, are you okay?

-What? -Your neck.

Do you wanna see what I was doing today?

I'd love to.

Wow.

Very apt in your descriptions.

It's so...

...red.

You don't disappoint, Atticus.

That is for sure.

Oh.

The paint.

It's cadmium.

Poison.

Oh.

Guess it makes sense why the apple

in Snow White is so green.

Well, that, my dear, would probably be the arsenic.

I'm joking.

Okay.

My arsenic is tucked safely away.

Don't worry.

That's very funny.

Well, probably not to some people.

During the 1800s,

poison made extremely vibrant colors.

Well, before they knew what it would do you, of course.

Cadmium and reds and yellows and oranges allowed artists to...

...paint scenes as rich as their fucked up imaginations.

The arsenic that made green emerald and...

...ocean water blue was used in wallpaper that...

...people hung in their homes, believe it or not.

I do hate wallpaper.

Well, not that one, you wouldn't.

But you also wouldn't be around very long to enjoy it.

Well, I guess it remains a waste for us all, then.

Mmm...

No matter how beautiful.

Come on.

Are you okay?

Why are you asking?

I just...

Abstract art is...

...painful.

One would say those who were interested in painting

more than just a pretty picture were...

...depressed.

One would say, or you would say?

What artists, Atticus?

We're all depressed.

Now, let's eat.

Because I dared to believe that hunger

is the worst passion of them all.

And right now...

...I'm starving.

Mmm...

Charles.

There's an obsession with food in Japan that I've never seen

anywhere else in the world.

What you're looking at right here is the very preparation

the Japanese believe has kept aspects of

their cultural tradition alive.

Washoku.

Well, the word is formed by two kanji characters.

Wa, meaning harmony, and shoku, meaning...

...food, or to eat.

So the very word washoku not only signifies Japanese food,

but also symbolizes--

I just thought I would...

...share with those who have never been to Japan...

...or...

...anywhere outside of the country, right?

Well, Mexico doesn't count.

It counts.

-Does it? -It kinda counts, honey.

I guess technically speaking, yes.

You were saying?

Yes.

Charlie, thank you.

The world...

...feels nothing but complex and muddled.

Simplicity is key.

Which, and I'm sure you all agree,

I have found to be the mark of a great chef.

In Italy, the greatest pasta dish,

spaghetti aglio e olio.

Spaghetti, garlic, olive oil, nothing else.

Minimal ingredients used in

precise and balanced proportions,

working together in perfect harmony.

When do we ever get to experience that?

Truly, when-- when do we even come close?

Perfect harmony.

Japanese chefs understand this balance,

and I have found that this very deliberate and punctuated

confidence in one's work offers everything to those

that are lucky enough to devour it.

And, of course, I couldn't help but allow this idea

to influence me, and...

...most of all, if not everything,

with this showcase.

Well, we said after dinner, right?

Craftsmanship, to me...

...is working very hard to make simple seem intricate.

Like the Kinbaku knots that bind my subjects,

like the knots that bind us all...

...in life.

We all remember the last time we were here.

When we were...

together, we-- we transcended everything.

Disappeared who we are, or who we thought we were.

Just all boiled down to...

...this need for...

...a simple connection.

Deep...

...explorative connection.

-Deep. -Of course.

Felt...

...rather shallow, I'll admit.

-Well, I wouldn't-- -Is this why we're here?

-Atticus-- -Did you know?

How would I know?

Are you seriously accusing me of knowing that information

and saying absolutely nothing?

No one knew.

No one, okay?

Can I reach my point, please?

At least you came.

So that the guilty may be proven innocent,

I would love for you to reach your point.

I wanna capture that.

Capture what?

Connection.

- Charlie... - I--

I'm-- I'm sorry, it's--

I'm-- I'm turning-- I'm turning it off.

It's not the phone that's the problem.

When was the last time you felt...

...present?

I'm not making a fucking sex tape.

Atticus, please do not reduce my work to a pornographic level.

Well, I didn't foresee any of this being a problem.

I...

...shouldn't have brought it up. I'm...

sorry, I got excited.

We...

He wanted to toy with the idea of two subjects

as the final focal point in his last piece.

I thought the show was done.

So did I.

So this is why we're here.

-We're not models. -Let alone nude models.

I mean...

Could you imagine?

Wha--

Could you imagine?

Y-- Yes.

Yes, I-- I have.

I did.

I wanna pull people out of their every-day.

I want... anyone who

walks through that hallway to stop and stare.

I want them at the end of that long fucking walk

to land on an image of a real couple

in the throes of a real relationship

bound both literally and figuratively.

No, you guys are not models.

Okay? Models are complicated.

Models are not complicated.

Real people doing real shit are complicated.

Real people are simple.

You only feel complicated

because you aren't present.

I'm present.

Mmm...

I'm here.

I'm present.

I...

...appreciate...

...your art.

But we aren't interested.

What does this entail, this-- this being present?

-Charlie. -What?

-What are you doing? -I'm not doing anything.

Are you serious?

The last time.

That was your idea back then, remember?

Yeah, you don't let me forget.

Look, this was a bad idea.

The presentation of it.

Like I had warned.

We love you guys.

You sparked something in this artist's eye.

-And... -I meant no offense.

- No, none taken. Um... - Is--

Oh, great.

Uh, it seems things got a little

-heated there for a minute. -Mm-mm.

Fantastic.

Well, great.

Let's eat and forget.

Yes.

- Eat and forget. - Mmm.

I'm in.

Can I talk to you for a second?

Now, please.

Excuse us.

I'm gonna say this as calmly as I can.

What the fuck are you doing?

We aren't present.

-We? -Yes, we.

-With each other. -Please,

please do not let what they said bother you.

We have lost something.

I feel like I'm suffocating.

Perhaps it's the turtleneck.

You know what, you're right. You are an old man.

Oh, come on, Charlie.

Come on, do this with me.

-Again? -No.

-No, not again. It's-- -It's gonna be different.

I'm not old.

I'm a whale.

What?

Whales don't die of old age.

They simply get too tired to swim

to the surface and slowly drown.

So...

...you're drowning.

And I'm suffocating.

I guess.

Maybe I should lose the sweater.

How is it?

Delicious.

As always.

God, that is...

...strong.

-Mmm. -Must have been British in a previous life.

I might have.

Perhaps I was a king.

Mmm... But this is not British tea, my darling.

This here is an ancient Japanese blend.

So, I'm just gonna, uh, come out and say it.

Are you gonna use the ropes to, like...

...cover our bodies?

The ropes are used in many ways.

Like... covering our bodies, for one?

- Sure. - 'Cause I've never actually--

You will be nude. But don't let this scare you.

Either of you.

This is an exploration.

And the first rule to exploring is to remain

in the confines of which you feel is safe.

I didn't know there were rules to exploring.

But that first one sounds made up.

Well, all rules are made up.

We're the ones that give them power.

But fear not. Rules, whether they're made up or not,

they're there for a reason.

I guess I'd like to know the rules.

You get to make them.

But I will say...

...as artists, well, as real artists...

...creation is only found in the discomfort,

even if only slightly.

So I do

encourage you to find that edge and flirt with it.

Real artists... get paid.

You'll be compensated.

Charlie.

Yeah?

You wanna come with me?

Let's get you dolled up.

And I'll help you.

Well, I thought I was gonna

have to ask nicely.

Okay.

Hmm... Let's see.

Here.

Try this.

It's "Yomorio."

It's like lingerie, but... with a little flair.

You like?

You can keep it if you want.

I've got way too many of them.

Not sure if the cup size will work for those, honey,

but, you know, just get it altered.

Who knows, might even have

enough lace there for a second bra.

Oh,

I, uh, have a kimono, actually,

that'll go nicely.

Spice up the reveal.

Let's see.

Hmm...

You're rather quiet this evening.

If it's any consolation...

...I'm jealous.

Of you.

If I were you...

...I'd dress like I was right out of the 20s in Paris.

Braless.

Let the summer rain soak right through my blouse.

Well, try it on.

These shoots can be...

...very revealing...

...for you and your partner.

Take a breath and...

...take a chance.

I thought our faces wouldn't be in it.

Oh, this isn't for the camera.

It's not?

It's for you.

Sebastian has found, and I agree,

well, although it really feels more like I found

and Sebastian agrees, but you know that story.

The idea is that if you feel yourself your best self,

then...

the camera finds that side of you, too.

You hot?

Must be that liquor jacket.

Feels more like a fur coat.

Well, there's no need for a coat

where we're going, honey.

-Now, stop sweating. -Oh.

I better check on the boys.

You're getting the hang of it...

...but we're gonna walk it back to the right just a tinge.

Okay, split the difference of that.

Just a tinge, Atticus, please.

A tinge it is.

Thank God.

Lovely.

And where is our beauty queen?

Indisposed at the moment.

Well, shouldn't take too long to

transform our little caterpillar.

Mmm.

Well, you're right about one thing.

If looks could kill.

Jesus, is it hot in here?

I do feel a bit toasty.

That's good. I wanted to be warm in here.

I want your bodies to glisten.

Sweat is the best balance in the world, my friend.

Tarp.

Naomi, darling...

Would you should be a doll and tie up Atticus for me?

It would be my pleasure.

I'm gonna tie your hands up first.

You ready?

Not even a little.

Perfect.

So...

...you want me to pull your pants off, or...

Oh, um...

'Cause I can help you with the belt.

Nothing we haven't seen.

I feel wobbly.

Oh, it's the nerves.

Just relax.

Well, don't you look divine.

Naomi, same deal, would you?

Come here.

As much as you love the robe.

Oh, eh...

Oh, uh...

Um...

Atticus didn't seem to mind.

-Oh, well, okay, uh... -Hey, hey, shh.

It's fine.

Mm... If that's her edge.

What about my edge?

No, no, Naomi, I need them closer.

I need them much closer together.

Of course, darling.

Naomi, out.

That'll work.

How you doin'?

You know, just...

...hanging out.

This is stupid.

Okay, beautiful people, shall we do this?

Okay, I'm gonna have you look at each other first.

Just look at one another in the eyes.

Take in your partner.

It's uncomfortable at first, but...

...relax into each other.

I want you to picture her...

...as five-year-old Charlie.

Those eyes, they've seen a lot.

They've been through a lot.

I want you to look at Atticus...

...and see sweet little five-year-old Atticus.

You see him running around, throwing the football.

Sweet and secure...

...Atticus.

Those eyes have seen a lot, too.

They've been lots of places.

Atticus...

...look at her.

Look at her in the eyes.

I want you to communicate with her through those eyes.

Yeah.

Beautiful. Now I want you to--

I want you to send to her, okay?

Communicate with her.

And Charlie, I want you to take it.

I want you to take-- take all of it.

Take it.

Accept it.

Tonight we stay in a state of acceptance.

Yeah, because in order to feel safe...

...we gotta trust our partner, right?

Yes. Naomi, the paint, please.

Alright.

Now, I want you to look at her,

and I want you to send, okay? Send it to her.

No, no-- those feelings that you're feeling right now.

I want you to take those emotions,

and I want you to send them to her.

I'm sending!

- I want you to look at her now

and I want you to tell her that you love her.

-What? -Look at her, not me, and tell her that you love her.

Come on, tell her that you love her. Come on.

-I love you. -Well, f-- Say it like you mean it, Atticus.

-I do mean it. -Well, then say it with some passion!

Give me a little gusto.

I--

Naomi, paint. Just say it! Say it!

Look her in the eyes and tell her that you love her.

Say it. Naomi, paint.

-I love you. -Louder!

- I love you. - Yes!

I love you, too.

Same deal.

Keep looking at each other.

God, this is so hot.

You look so good.

I'm dying.

Use your hands. Smear him.

Use your hands.

Now, Naomi.

There you go. Now, Charlie.

Charlie, look at him.

Look. Look at her hands.

Look at his body.

Charlie, don't look away. Atticus, stay there.

Charlie. Look... at her.

Look at her hands.

Look at the way.

He's the only person in the room.

I-- I-- I'm done.

I'm done. I'm done. I'm done.

Done?

I need a break.

Uh-- A break, then.

Nice.

How does that feel?

Can I just-- I-- Look, I know you guys

don't do this kind of thing, but I-- I gotta tell you,

I've never captured so much

raw emotion in one session.

You're like wild animals, truly.

-I seriously-- -I need water.

Right. Water, Naomi.

Charlie.

- You were beautiful in there. - Oh.

Oh, whoa, whoa. Whoa.

Alright.

Seems we need to take it easy on the water.

I am so fucking hot.

Hmm...

Oh...

May I?

Oh, you feel so good.

I mean, that, that...

...feels good.

Oh...

Gravity wins again.

Oh...

All right, up we go.

Cool.

Sebastian.

What?

A smart guy like you,

and all you can come up with is what?

What works for me.

Well... not for me.

Hmm... Why?

I'm not surprised that's your follow-up.

Oh, so it's not so much...

...the why, rather the whom.

Naomi, I...

I told you, I can't do this anymore.

It was one time.

Mmm...

What about Naomi?

You know what intrigues me the most?

Is that your first thought is, what about Naomi,

and not, what about Atticus?

So?

- So? - -So what about Atticus?

- We're fine. - Yeah? Seems that way.

You know, I really, really do not wanna

be talking about this.

See for yourself.

What'd you say?

I said, well... suit yourself.

Naomi.

Naomi, make me cum.

You really were beautiful in there.

And now...

If it were me, I'd say, use it.

You gotta use it.

I did.

We've been open for a while now...

...and it's worked for the most part.

You know what they're doing back there?

Assumptions have such a bad rep

for being right every fucking time.

What we do is risky.

Unforeseen circumstances can unfold when you invite

the outside world into what feels most sacred to you.

And it's not anymore?

Sacred?

No. No, it is...

The idea of it is.

I guess what I'm trying to say is...

...boundaries are as invisible

as the air right in front of you.

You trust that they're there, but...

...you can never really know for sure.

But the difference is, without air...

...you die.

I'm really fucking surprised, because rules and boundaries

are something you and Naomi live to fucking push, don't you?

True.

But a man likes to know that his bed's his own.

A woman likes to know that, too.

Some.

Some.

Clean yourself up.

Let's finish this, shall we?

Almost perfect.

Almost.

Perfect.

Where do you want me?

Untie me right now!

Right fucking now!

Se-- Sebastian, if you don't cut me loose, I'll--

You'll what? Huh?

No, please.

Sebastian, you're hurting me.

Mmm. I sincerely hope so.

How's the view, handsome? Hmm?

Familiar?

I've always preferred her from behind, too.

Especially now.

It's easier to avoid the eyes of your betrayer.

They really do tell all, don't they?

Right now, Naomi's thinking...

...she wants this to end.

I don't think so. Not yet.

That was pretty painful to watch, huh?

Fuck you, Sebastian!

Watching the way the two of you interact,

knowing you've been fucking, is painful to watch.

Let me out!

No, Naomi,

- I think I'm gonna keep you here - Stop!

-Stop! -until your fucking limbs fall off.

Stop. Please, stop.

Please, please.

Would you have stopped if I asked you?

What-- What?

Suddenly, she's hard of hearing.

Would you have stopped?

Silence is an answer, too.

You love him.

Oh, are we not ready to confess that yet?

No?

It's okay.

Is there anything else you wanna confess?

Go on, tell him the truth.

Atticus loves the truth.

Tell the fucking truth for once.

I don't know what you're talking about.

- Atticus, buddy, how you feeling?

Hm?

What's going on?

Well, come on.

Fill him in.

I didn't know.

I didn't know it would be like this.

I swear.

You have to believe that I didn't know, okay?

I didn't know.

Fuck you, Sebastian!

You're fucking crazy!

And you're a fucking liar.

Come on.

Confession is good for the soul.

It was just-- It was just a night.

It was gonna be a lot easier if-- if--

if-- if we were-- if we were relaxed,

if you were relaxed, both of you.

It would be fun, and-- and it would bring us close.

And--

And what?

-What, Naomi? -In order to do that,

I thought you could use a little...

A little what?

- I've taken this shit a-- - A little what?

- I've taken this shit a million times. -Are you f--

You fucking dru-- You fucking drugged me?

No, no. I--

It was just a warmth in your stomach,

a tender touch, nothing more. It's--

Doesn't feel all that tender...

...if I'm being honest.

You f-- You drugged us.

Atticus...

Atticus...

Spin her.

Atticus...

No!

Fuck you, Sebastian!

Atticus...

I know you don't believe in apologies.

I kind of admired that.

- I... - Thought that was some

weakness I had,

that I saw you didn't.

I was so wrong.

I was so wrong.

I was so wrong!

Apologies aren't weak.

What's weak...

...are the people who don't say them.

Spin her, again.

Stop! Please, stop!

Sebastian.

- No, please, no. - What, you want it tight?

Well, Kinbaku means tight binding, you know this.

You see, samurai would use these knots

to restrain prisoners of war, even display them publicly,

like you are now, hog-tied for humiliation.

It required a-- well, a surrender of control,

so it's no surprise that over the years it slowly evolved,

turned erotic.

That surrender of control, that--

that bondage...

...really is quite a radical honesty, don't you think?

It just cuts right through the bullshit.

Mmm. Consensually giving yourself over

completely to someone else...

..can... build trust...

....and respect...

...and overall strengthen that bond of intimacy.

You're br--

You're breaking the rules.

Well...

like you say, Naomi,

rules, whether they're made up or not...

...are there for a reason.

You no longer have my consent.

You didn't have mine.

Let me out! Stop!

-Please, stop! -What about you, hot shot? Huh?

You love her?

- Sebastian! - Huh?

Sebastian!

Shut up, Charlie!

You're a fucking mop, a tool to help me

clean up this Godforsaken mess.

And you've played your role perfectly.

Now, go on, back to the way you've

always existed in this life.

Shut your fucking mouth and sleep it off.

Besides, there's beauty in her suffering.

I don't remember the last time I found you beautiful.

Do you love him?

Yes.

Fuck you.

I love you.

We're leaving.

Look out!

I'm gonna ask you something, and I want you to be honest with me.

Can you do that?

Do you think people are gonna appreciate my art more now, knowing...

...that a massacre took place here tonight?

Wha-- What?

A massacre?

If we're not willing to plead for it...

...what's the point?

Fuck!

You were nothing but wallpaper, Sebastian.

I'm sorry.

I'm sorry.

Beautiful.

Me or the paintings?

The paintings.

No, but you too.

I'm proud of you.

Oh, yes.

Y'all look fantastic.

Now, when are we due?

Well, I'm heading into that

final trimester,

so I have a bigger belly, even more exhaustion, and...

some random karate kicks to look forward to.

Well, I see you've read the books.

A long time ago.

-Light bathroom reading. -Mmm.

Well, congratulations on both of your show.

Must have a good publicist.

- Uh... - I try.

I like you in this turtleneck.

-Really? -Mm-hmm.

Okay.

Excuse me.

Hi. Uh...

Could you just turn down the music for a second?

This'll just take a moment of your time.

Thank you.

Thank you all so much for coming,

-and welcome to my show. -Welcome to my show.

"Penitence for our sins" is a representation

of what came before, a purging of what haunts us most,

and the ties that bind us.

I-- I'd like to take a-- a brief moment

to thank...

-...my muse... -Naomi.

...my wife, Charlie...

Whom without none of this would be possible.

Just a round of applause, everyone.

Thank you.