All language subtitles for You (2018) - S01E07 - Everythingship (1080p AMZN WEB-DL x265 FreetheFish).srt - eng(2)

- Previously on "You"...

- I love our little routine.
- [moans]

- Always the same,
but never stale.

Your father was
never consistent,

and you're still healing
from that with my help.

And guess what.

Now that I've made
our morning sacred,

you're actually writing.

One day,
I'll tell you about Candace.

She broke my heart.
- [laughs]

- But you are good.

You make cheating
a distant memory.

Peach is taking you
out of town.

I need to save you.

[tires screeching, crash]

- License and registration.

- Sorry, Spencer Hewitt.

- Dispatch to Nico,

car's registered
to an Ivan Mooney.

- Kicked Ron out.

You're right,
people don't change.

- Peach has it out for me.

If I just keep being
the perfect boyfriend,

you'll realize that life
is so much healthier

away from this toxicity.

- You have issues, okay?

Don't make your desperate,

unending need for attention
about me.

- It's freeing in a way
to know for certain

what I have to do
to protect you.

- Anyone here?

- I would do anything for you.

[both grunting]

♪

[gunshot]

I'm not a bad person.

She was going to ruin you.

You're safe now, next to me.

♪

[soft, dramatic music]

That first perfect month--

we'd been to hell and back,
we'd done the hard work,

and we were closer than ever,

we were living the dream.

Couldn't keep our hands
off each other,

couldn't keep anything
off each other.

I was ready to wait it out
during the grief period,

no matter what
that looked like.

But it only brought us
closer together.

That month after
the funeral was--

it was intimate.

Real.

Just made us more.

- No doubt,
awash with champagne...

- But then, over the next
few weeks...

[uneasy electronic music]

Something happened.

♪

- Falafel.

- Couldn't tell you
the exact moment

things went wrong between us.

But, uh,

wrong they have gone.

- So that's why
you're here in therapy, to...

find out why your relationship
went south?

- Oh, it didn't just go south.

It's over.

And I wanna know why.

[foreboding music]

♪

- Listen, here's the deal.

Don't think of this as
an office or me as a shrink.

We're just two dudes,
you know, shooting the shit.

Why don't we start...
[recorder beeps]

When things were good
with you two?

- Hmm, my first kiss?
Good question.

I was 14, and I was going out

with this, um, boy Matt.

- You know, we told each other
all the good stuff.

- He was so sweet,
and we went to see, um,

"Hitch" together...
[laughs]

And I was waiting for him
to make the move.

- Waiting--so, what,
that was your first kiss?

- No, it was two nights later
on a school camping trip,

in a tent in the rain,

with his best friend, Chad.

- Oh, Chad.
- I know.

- Chad.
- I know.

[laughs] I mean, but Chad,
he just--he went for it,

and I've always had trouble
with that kind of thing,

the whole good guy
versus bad boy bit.

Don't look at me that way.

Trust me,
I wish I could have a redo.

I still feel like
a hootsie for it.

- A hootsie?

That should totally be a word.

- [laughs]

No real words?

- Only fake ones.
- [laughs]

- Punklassical.
- Photobomb.

Ravey.
- We connected on every level.

It doesn't get any better.

- Everythingship.

I love that.

It's like our word.

Everythingship.

And now...

- A meeting of the minds,

bodies, and souls.

[mellow pop music]

Okay, Beck, ready?

[door creaks]

♪

- Wha...

[laughs]

It can't be.

Are we redoing my first kiss?

- We're redoing
your first kiss.

- Wow.

I'm finally gonna kiss
the right guy.

- It was an everythingship,
it really was.

We were in a really
healthy place.

I mean, I'd even stopped

relying on the, you know, like, these certain crutches.

- Crutches?
- Yeah.

Checking social media,

sneaking a peek at a locked screen and--

it was time to stop
'cause we were real.

I just needed to--
- Trust?

- Sure.

I'll see you after work.

- Yeah, about that.

I may have gotten fired
from the yoga studio.

- May have?
- Oh...

I got fired.

Apparently I fell asleep
leading Savasana.

- [snickers]

- It's fine.
I can find another job.

I can...
- Come work at Mooney's.

I know, I know. Big step.

- Joe.

- Come on, it's perfect.

Flexible hours,
you have time to write.

I wanna help.

- I can't ask that of you.

- Well, you're not asking,
I'm offering.

But big steps feel right
in an everythingship.

- Yeah, yeah, I get that.

Oh, don't worry about this.

I'm in early stages
of asymptomatic glaucoma,

so I got a prescription.

I swear, this makes me
such a better listener.

They should do a study.

[mysterious music]

[inhaling]

[exhaling]

[sighs]
So what happened next?

- Ooh, hey, Ethan?

Do you mind taking
a picture of us?

♪

- [sighs]
Uh, I'm sorry,

I think I just need
to sit down.

I, um, pre-gamed
the new Safran Foer

by reading "Eating Animals,"

and I'm test driving
veganism now,

and I'm just feeling
a little faint.

both: Oh.

- [laughs]
Of course.

[shutter clicks]

- You two are
absolutely adorable,

and I am a lonely
vegan island.

- Someone needs a burger.

- Or somewhere to put his meat.

- Oh.
- Okay, that was bad.

I meant it sympathetically.

[gentle string music]

- We have a hashtag now?

- Too much?
- It's perfect.

What happened next
was we were doing great.

It was safe to open up
about the very hardest things.

- You know, uh,

Peach went on a date
with JSF in high school.

- I thought that grief
was really the last frontier.

- Apparently,
he ate pork belly.

Very scandalous.

And Peach always said th--

um...
[laughs]

- You can talk about her,
you know.

- Yeah, I know.

- You haven't mentioned her
since the funeral.

It's been over a month.

And we were at that
frontier together.

- Actually, I think I--

I'd rather save it for therapy,
if that's okay.

[foreboding music]

- Therapy?

Except, it turns out,
we weren't.

- Yeah, I--I used to go
about a year ago,

but I stopped,
but then after Peach,

I thought it was worth it

to go for a bit.

I mean, honestly,

Dr. Nicky's been really helpful

dealing with my grief.

I think we need more stars.

They're in your office, right?
- Yeah.

♪

Don't get me wrong...
[stammers]

There's nothing wrong
with going to therapy,

it's just,
it's a bit troubling

when your partner
hides something from you.

Don't you agree, Dr. Nicky?

- I hear you, Paul.

Not cool.

- Forgive me, Beck,
but for the purposes

of this session
with your therapist,

you are Renaldo...
- [echoing speech]

- Tall, dark, and man-bunned
backup dancer for Beyoncé,

and I, Paul,
well, I manage a bar.

Every asshole in this city

has the same
not-so-special problems.

It won't be hard
to hide who I am.

- You two seem
pretty copacetic,

sort of, uh...

things were Ross and Rachel
with you and Renaldo.

- Yeah.

I guess they--they were,

until they weren't.

See, I thought
I'd eliminated all

the obstacles between us--
Beck, Benji, Peach--

but now another
has reared its head,

and he's sitting
right in front of me.

- All right, Paul,
let's keep digging into this.

All right, tell me,
when did you see

the first cracks
with Renaldo?

[soft, dramatic music]

- Well, having Renaldo
at work was amazing,

but it did force me
to confront some slightly

careless aspects
of his personality.

♪

I tried to cut him
some slack--

you know, new job--
and somewhere in there,

he's still grieving, right?

- [clears throat]
- Hey.

- We need to talk.
- About what?

- Look, this is uncomfortable,
she's your girlfriend,

and lord knows I'm not
one to criticize,

but Becky's terrible, Joe.

Okay? She's always late,
she leaves the register open,

she doesn't know
how to organize by genre.

Just this morning,
she chewed out

a 14-year-old for buying
"American Tragedy" for school

because she hates Dreiser.

Everyone hates Dreiser.

But this is a bookstore, okay?
We're trying to sell books.

And I hear you, buddy.

You're caught up hard
in the Tilt-A-Whirl of punani,

and that is something
I struggle with every day.

But here's the thing, brother.

Shitting where you eat
just leads to confusion

and E. coli.

So I'm gonna let you ruminate
on that for a little bit.

- Yeah, well,
we were a little imperfect.

[phone rings]

But I still thought
we were in great shape,

if that was the worst
of our problems.

[tense music]

[coughs, clears throat]

Mooney's, rare and used.

- This is Officer Nico,
Greenwich Sheriff's Department.

I'm looking for
a Mr. Ivan Mooney.

- Speaking.

- Calling about a Buick
registered to your name.

- Yeah, I gave that car
to my nephew, Spencer.

Is he in trouble?

- [laughs softly] No.

I was just calling about
a little fender bender he had.

It was nothing.
Have a nice day.

[tense music]

♪

- That was too close.

♪

I just saw my job as keeping
the outside world away

so Renaldo could heal.

Hey, Ethan said
you were late again today.

- Yeah, I know. Sorry.

- It was hard to find a line
between boss and boyfriend,

between supporting
and enabling.

- But you did say
the hours were flexible

and that I'd have
time to write.

- I did,
but you haven't been writing.

- Thinking about writing
is a part of the process.

Okay, that sounded
like bullshit,

even as I said it.

I'm sorry.

The truth is...

I've been having really
vivid dreams about Peach.

- I'm sorry about that.

- It's not your fault,
it's just...

her face, it's...fading,

and I didn't think
that would happen so fast.

But she comes at night, so,

now I am too tired to write
and falling behind at school,

and now I'm failing you
by being bad at this job.

- I couldn't tell if I was
helping; I thought I was.

- It's pathetic--
the only good thing

in my life right now
is therapy.

- That's the only good thing?

- Joe, don't be like that.

- Or I was totally wrong,
and there were

dark forces at work
I wasn't privy to.

[loud knocking]
- Claudia!

- There are people who
are thoroughly delusional

about their relationship.
- Claudia!

- Get your scrub ass
out of here, Ron.

- Karen, stop being
a meddling bitch

and tell me where Claudia is.

- For example, my neighbor's
alcoholic boyfriend

literally has to be chased
away with a baseball bat.

[mellow music]

- This isn't over, Karen.

[tapping]
Can't hide forever, Claudia!

- Do I know you?

- No.

- You don't know me at all?

- No.
- Then what are you staring at?

- But we were different...

[door slams]

I thought.

- Sounds like working
with Renaldo at the bar

wasn't such a hot idea, huh?

- I mean, sure, it was
difficult to navigate at times.

But it had its good parts.

Beck?

Beck?

[Hamilton Leithauser's
"Heartstruck" playing]

♪

- ♪ Unwind

♪ Your watch

♪

♪ Shut your eyes

♪ A minute

♪

♪ 'Cause your heart

♪ Killed mine

♪

♪ And I would close

♪ The distance

- Hi.

- Hi, what is this?

- I thought we could use a--

a little date night.

[laughs]

♪

Meatball subs, your favorite.

[lid clatters]

Well, what do you think?

- I think one errant candle

could destroy an entire
collection of rare books,

but...

you are worth it.

- [laughs]

[soft music]

I feel bad for girls
who don't eat.

It always made me sad
with Peach.

♪

What?

- [stammers]

You're talking about Peach.

It's good.

- Yeah.

I guess so.

♪

You know, I, uh,

I had this Little Mermaid
sleeping bag when I was a kid.

God, I loved that thing.

But then it started
to smell bad,

like, fungus-bad.

I couldn't bring myself
to get rid of it, though.

It was like--
- A security blanket.

- Exactly.

But then I lost it,

and even though I was sad,

I was kinda relieved
because I didn't--

I didn't actually
have to get rid of it.

♪

And it's--
it's the same with Peach.

There is a part of me--

oh, God, it sounds terrible.

Not that I'm comparing Peach
to a cheap, nylon sleeping bag,

I, uh...

[laughs]

This metaphor
made a lot more sense

when I came to it
with Dr. Nicky.

I think all this
Peach stuff is coming up

because of my birthday.

- December 3rd.

- [laughs]

You remembered?

- Of course.

- Anyway,

Peach made such a big deal
about birthdays.

And she always made sure
I felt super special

and would plan
the whole thing, and...

now I don't...

- I'll handle it.

- No, Joe--
- No, what do you want?

A night at the Met?
A tasting menu at Momofuku?

Hell, I'll even sing karaoke
with Annika and Lynn.

- [laughs]

That's sweet,
that's really...

[laughs]
Really sweet.

But I--

I think I'd rather keep it
low-key and small.

- No. No to small,
no to low-key.

- [sighs]

I don't know, Lynn,
Beck was pretty emphatic.

- Dude, Beck's a Sagittarius.
She craves attention.

This is a test, okay?
Part of the fun

is making a guy think that
you don't want something

and seeing if he still
comes through.

- No, Beck's not like that.

- Let me give you
a little lesson on Beck.

Every year she wants to
"keep it simple,"

and every year,
whatever guy that she's dating

royally blows it, and Peach
swoops in on her Manolos

and throws Beck
a party for the ages.

Only now, no Peach.

God rest her beautiful soul.

- So you're saying
throw a party?

- I'll help.

I need a distraction.

- And I think because
I was anxious about this,

my judgment was a little off.

- If I bury my sorrows
in anymore booze and boys,

I'm gonna get syphilis again.

And Annika is still at Esalen
on her grief retreat so--

- But she didn't like Peach.

- None of us liked Peach.

But we loved her.

Losing a friend
is super complicated, Joe.

I need this.

Beck needs it.

- Which is why I was
stupid enough

to think Renaldo's friends
should be listened to, ever.

- It'll just be some friends,

some NYU people.

We'll make it
a surprise party, hmm?

A book theme,

and everyone can come dressed

as their favorite
literary character.

What do you say?

Put it to you this way.

Would you rather
do something and be wrong

or nothing and be wrong?

- Surprise party.

Hmm, I thought
it would cheer him up

after the death of...

his beloved shih tzu.

Get his mind off of things.

- And?

Did it?

- No, it was
the beginning of the end.

- Because you threw him
a surprise party?

- No, no, because
that's when I realized

he was cheating on me
with his therapist.

[eerie music]

[doorknob rattling,
keys clanging]

[heavy steps]

- Oh, shit, you scared me.

- What's all this?

- Uh, oh, it's my
girlfriend's birthday.

Throwing her a little--
well, it's not so little.

It's, um,
it's a surprise party.

Kind of a literary theme.

Thus...

I'm going as Ernest Hemingway.

"The Old Man and the Sea,"
"The Sun Also"--

- I know who Hemingway is.

Nice cake.

She's lucky to have
a man who cares.

[dramatic hip-hop music]

♪

[indistinct chatter]

[bell jingles]

♪

- Bacon-wrapped date?
Bacon-wrapped date?

Bacon-wrapped date?

Good call.

Bacon-wrapped date?

- It's 9:40.

Beck was supposed to be here
at 9:00 to meet for dinner.

- She'll be here, relax.

You know what you need,
my friend, is a drink.

Hey, get this man
a Catcher in the Rye.

- No, no, no, it's fine.
- She's here.

Everyone hide.
Places, people.

Hide!

♪

all: Surprise!

- How American.

[laughs]

- Who is that?

- That's one of Beck's
school friends,

I think, I don't know.

I'm texting her.

[phone blips]

♪

What?

♪

- Rude to stare,
especially in Asian cultures.

Mr. Darcy, I take it?

- Indeed.
- Predictable.

- Says Elizabeth Bennet.

- Ugh, god, no.
Dorothea Brooke.

- "Middlemarch"?

Named my shelter cat
after George Eliot.

I love her.

- The cat or the author?

- Both.

- Meow.

♪

[big band music playing]

- Hi, hey,
I'm sorry, I'm sorry,

can we chat for a second?

- Oh, Joe, Joe,
this is Constantine.

He lives in Bushwick.

♪

- That's fine.
Where the hell is Beck?

- Do you wanna touch
his moustache?

- No, no, no, Lynn, no, Lynn.

I don't wanna
touch his moustache.

- Joe.
- I don't get it.

I've tried to be
the perfect boyfriend.

I've bent over backwards.
I gave her a job.

I threw her this party.

What else can I do?

- People are puzzling.

Peach committed suicide,

and she's the strongest
person I know--knew.

- Beck isn't just puzzling,
she's impossible.

Like, where is she right now?

[stammers]
It's selfish.

It's rude, but it's Beck...

- Joe.
- And tha--

♪

Oh, shit.

Hi--hey!

- Can I speak to you for a sec?

♪

Joe, this is not
what I asked for.

I said quiet,
and I said small.

- Lynn said--

- Oh, now you're
listening to Lynn?

- In retrospect, a misfire.

- Why are you wearing
a turtleneck?

- I'm Hemingway--
again, misfire.

- Look, I appreciate
the gesture,

I just--I can't be at a party

and pretend that everything
is okay without Peach.

I am not a robot.

- Well, what about
the other day,

the relief you talked about?

- Grief isn't
a straight line, Joe.

- I know, you've just
been hard to read lately.

- What is that
supposed to mean?

- [sighs]

Where were you?

- Sorry?
- Beck, I called.

I texted you.
- Yeah, I know.

I just--my, um...

my therapy session ran long.

Dr. Nicky and I were
really making some headway.

And then I guess I just--
I went for a walk, and...

- You guess?

Therapy and a walk?
- Yes.

- Then why do you smell
like three glasses of rosé?

- Because I sat down at some
stupid bar with my journal

trying to work through shit,
Joe, that's it.

- Okay so, then,
why didn't you call me?

- [sighs]
I forgot.

- But it's your birthday,
Beck, we made dinner plans.

- [stammering]
Well, I--I just--

I lost track of time.

- [sighs]

[tense music]

Beck, just tell me.

[whispers]
Just tell me.

Tell me the truth,

and we can get
through anything.

♪

Okay, well,
if you can't tell me,

then show me,
show me your phone.

- [laughs]

Are--are you
serious right now?

- You said yourself, you have
a hard time with good guys.

- What are you talking about?

- The hootsie stuff.

- [laughs]

Okay, I'm--okay, fine.

You wanna see my phone?

Have at it.

But if you do this,
it means there is

absolutely no trust between us,

and if we don't have trust,
we have nothing.

Do you trust me?

♪

You know what, I can't--

I can't do this right now.

Happy birthday to me.

[somber music]

♪

- ♪ Birthday to you...

[bell jingles]

♪ Happy bir...

♪

[mysterious music]

♪

- With his therapist?
You sure?

That's a pretty
heavy accusation.

♪

How do you know?

- Experience.

Candace.

There are certain tells
you can just--

you can see it in their eyes
when they look at you.

- Been cheated on before?

- In my last relationship.

I was blind, I only saw
what I wanted to see,

but I didn't make
that mistake again.

This time, I made sure...

that Renaldo was different.

So I knew if he
was lying or cheating,

someone was using him.

[dramatic musical thuds]

- Look, I'm not--I'm not
one of those shrinks

that are obsessed
with the past,

but I think in this case,
we should take a look.

Why don't you tell me
about your childhood?

- Look, I mean,
but we're not here

to talk about my childhood,
right?

We're talking about
my relationship.

- Which ended because...
a surprise party?

- No, that's not when it ended.

- I brought you a donut.

[gentle music]

♪

It's glazed.

♪

- Wait, wait,
hold up, hold up.

So you're just back together

regardless of your suspicions?

- Eh, didn't matter.

That was the past.

- All right,
so what happened next?

- Things were good at first.

But then it started to feel
like something was different.

- I feel like
I'm hungrier than sushi.

- Okay, pizza?
- Too saucy.

- Okay, Thai?

- We had Thai for lunch.

[phone dinging]

[tense music]

[sighs]
Why do I always have to pick?

♪

- It's okay.
[phone dings]

I'll choose.

- You're a snob, Connor.

- It's a horrible feeling
to know things have gone wrong

and there's nothing
you can do to change it.

- George, I'm going to.

[phone dings]

♪

- Mm, falafel.

[phone dings]

♪

- You know something or
someone has come between you,

but I had to be sure.

- I'll see you
after class, okay?

- Okay, bye.

♪

Heart, heart, heart.

[suspenseful music]

♪

I wanted to be wrong.

I never wanted
to be wrong so badly

in my life.

I was begging
to be proven wrong.

[phone dings]

♪

But it was looking
like I was right.

♪

You trust someone,

you give them your heart,

and what do they do?

Is there even
a punishment that fits

the crime of lying,
of manipulating like this,

of breaking someone's heart?

I guess I'm bad
at picking good people,

but I'm good at catching
bad people red-handed.

♪

- Are you following me?

♪

- Answer me right now.
Were you following me?

- No, no, no.
I was in the neighborhood.

And then I--I saw you.

- God, stop lying.

You know, just tell me why.

Why, Joe?

- It's the being late,

the secret texts.

You've been different, Beck.

- You're being crazy.

- Are you sleeping with him?

- Who?

- Your therapist.

- [laughs]
Oh, my God.

- Are you? I need to know.
I want to know.

- No!
I am not sleeping with him.

- Who's the fox?

- What?

- The fox.
The fox, Beck!

- My friend,
Emma Fox, from Brown.

But I guess that wasn't
readily apparent

on the text from my phone, huh?

[soft, dramatic music]

♪

- Beck--
- Just don't.

Joe, I told you.

If we don't have trust,
we have nothing.

- I know, I know, I'm sorry.

- Me too.

You and I...we're over.

♪

- And that...

that's when it ended.

- That's one hell of a story.

- What's your diagnosis?

- My diagnosis?

- Yeah, yeah,
what do you make of it all?

- Well, you might
think I'm crazy

'cause I've only known you
48 minutes, but...

I think there's two of you--

two Paul Browns.

One has been hurt in the past.

You feel betrayed and hopeless.

But the other one has faith,

and in spite of the evidence
to the contrary,

he believes true love exists.

And that is someone
I think I can help.

[soft, dramatic music]

♪

Our time is up now, but I--

I would, uh, sure be down to
seeing you again if you'd like.

♪

- I don't think so.

♪

[door slams]

Everything I do,
I do to protect you, Beck.

[door clicks]

[foreboding music]

♪

Peach, Benji--
they left me no choice.

They were dangerous.

♪

I think you might be
in danger again.

♪

[elevator dings]

But I need
absolute proof first.

And these days,

the quickest way
to a man's truth

is through his computer.

[doorknob rattling quietly]

♪

And if I find
what I'm looking for,

Dr. Nicky will be handled.

♪

- I mean, he followed me.

That's just--it's not okay.

- I get it, you feel violated.

Pretend I'm Joe.

What would you say to him
right now?

- The more you want me,
the less I want you.

I know, it's messed up,
but it's true.

Of course you think
I'm hiding shit.

I am...

hiding what a complete,
ugly mess I am.

Behind this, like, cute,

acceptable version
of being a mess, it's insane.

[soft, dramatic music]

I haven't dealt with this shit

that went on
with me and Peach,

or my dad, or Benji.

And instead of putting it
into my writing,

I'm hibernating with you.

♪

And I resent you for it.

♪

I need space to heal,

but every time I turn around,
you're standing there,

ready to make it all okay.

But only I can do that.

♪

And if you really love me,

you'll see that.

♪

You'll let me go.

♪

- Are you afraid
you might be pushing away

a good thing, Beck?

Do you think Joe
might be good for you?

- Maybe.

But it's what I need.

♪

- That doesn't sound
like an illicit affair.

That sounds like

a messed-up girl in a crisis

and a pretty decent therapist
she's lucky to have.

♪

It also sounds like

you were right
to end it with me.

♪

I was wrong about all of it.

The only thing
I wasn't wrong about

was loving you.

So, I'm letting you go.

[glass shattering]

♪

[knocking]

- Hey.

- Hi.

- Thanks for opening the door,

all things considered.

Uh, look,
there are a million things

I could say right now,

but all that matters is,
I'm sorry.

- Thank you.

- Jealousy got the best of me.

And I, uh, I was--
I was threatened

that you needed someone
to talk to who wasn't me.

And I know you deserve that.

You deserve
to figure your stuff out.

And if I was a smarter man,

maybe I wouldn't
let you go, but, um,

I'm guessing that's
what you need,

so I will.

[box clatters]

[somber music]

♪

Goodbye, Beck.

♪

- [sighs]

[whispers]
Goodbye, Joe.

♪

- Turns out,
it is like the movies.

The second it's over,
all you can remember

is the stuff that
made you fall in love,

blazing through your mind,

this rom-com montage
made of the sweetest poison.

- Everythingship.

I love that.

- I'd never felt
this way before,

where you love the
bad things about someone

as much as the good.

[train whooshing]

Maybe even a little more.

♪

Love isn't
a strong enough word.

Sometimes, it scares me

to love someone so completely

and not have them
love you back.

♪

- I'm happy to see you here.

I didn't think you'd come back
after our last session.

- Well, that's the thing, I...

[stammers]
I don't understand it.

That's why I'm here.

- What don't you understand?
- Love.

- [chuckles]

You and 7 billion
other people on this planet.

If we understood love,
I'd be out of a job.

I have to say it's sort of
unique to everybody,

like a fingerprint,
or a strand of DNA,

or the song you lost
your virginity to.

"Hungry Like the Wolf."

[mellow music]

[glass clinks]

♪

Some people have a hard time
letting love in.

♪

Some people
are built for love.

And some people
are searching,

searching for someone
who can love them

in the way that
they deserve.

That's you.

- You look like shit.

- Thanks.

- What happened?

- My girlfriend dumped me,
all right?

So if you don't mind...

[mysterious percussive music]

♪

[both moaning]

♪

- Mm.

I love you, Joe.

[laughs]
Your face!

Oh, my God,
I was just messing with you.

- Oh...
[weak laugh]

[sheets ruffling]

[sighs]

[water running]

- Are you gonna
leave Beck alone?

[ominous music]

Or will she end up like me?

♪

[uneasy music]

♪