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(joyful violin music) (birds chirping)

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- Something smells really great babe.

- Just finishing up dessert.

Dinner will be ready in five so clean up.

- You're the only dessert I need.

- Maybe we should skip the meal.

- Fine by me.

45P MURT request full shut down mode.

(joyful music continues)

- Adam Peterson identified.

Audio shutdown, two hour limit.

(machine shuts down)

(joyful music)

(door locks)

- Chop, chop ladies!

Hurry it up or we're gonna drink all the wine.

- Oh, jeez, hang on a minute!

- Girls take forever!

- Seriously, every damn week!

- Unlike you two?

Wam, bam thank you ma'am?

- Or man.

(laughter)

(wine pours)

- Who wants to start?

- (sighs) Took a long walk with Bella after school.

- Aw.

- She was the envy of every dog owner.

- Aw, you really do have the cutest pooch

on the Upper West Side.

- My ninth grade history class was torture.

Needed to decompress.

How are the choir kids?

- Challenging every word I say.

Because evidently I'm not a young pop sensation

and the music degree on my wall is junk.

(laughter)

- Everyone's a critic.

You should see some of the stares I get

at my gallery showing.

(laughter)

- Has anyone tried that new bistro on 78th and Broadway?

- It didn't get the best write-up in the Times.

- So we're letting the Times

make all our decisions for us?

- Depends on who you ask.

Some believe it's full of fraud and lies.

Damn.

Sorry.

I couldn't help myself.

You left me wide open with that Times reference.

- I got our season tickets to the Met today.

La bohème is on the schedule.

- I love the opera.

It's such a top shelf art-form

- Ah. Nice alcohol reference.

- Cheers, from the Great Balcony.

(glass clanging)

- I've narrowed down our summer home

in P-Town to three places.

Should we book East End or West End?

- Stop with this shit.

P-Town is a ghost town and we're not going to the opera.

- We know.

We only get to do this once a week.

Let us play our game.

Coffee anyone?

- Seriously?

It's a friggen over in here.

Get your air fixed Scott.

- Or crack a window.

- You know we can't crack a window.

(eerie music)

- I think I need something stronger.

- Well this is fun.

Next subject?

- Okay, social media.

Created as an addiction so people will

freely give away information.

- I have to report all the prescriptions I fill at work.

- Another executive order signed today.

- Ugh, he's the reason we're stuck in this hetero-shitstorm

- Don't blame them.

- I'm not blaming, I'm stating a fact, Val.

I'm stuck here pretending to be just like them

because of that asshole.

- We have allies putting themselves on the line for us.

- I'm sorry?

I must have missed this on state-run media.

Did some straight person punch the sovereign?

- You can always count on Paul for a witty response.

(laughter)

- Just trying to hold on to some part of the old me.

- At least your fake name doesn't sound

like a Southern debutante.

- Oh, Cecille, you poor sweet Southern thing,

I'll pray for you on Sunday.

(laughter) - Guys.

It's one night a week we get to forget about all this shit.

(eerie music)

Can we please return to the game?

- Fucking game.

Our world is dead.

- That makes this all bearable.

(somber music)

(piano plays)

- What's going on?

- It's getting too risky.

These weekly meetings, playing the game.

We need to stop.

- Are you serious?

Twenty-two years together, Scott.

It's worth one night a week.

- I'm with Paul on this.

- Mm-mm, Scott says "Stop. Game over,"

We don't play.

So, anyone watch the Cowboys last Sunday?

Oh wait I can't talk football, that's too butch of me.

- Seriously?

Everything going on and you're worried about water rings.

- Whatever.

- Just remember this is our house.

- You're an ass.

- What's gotten into you Scott?

- Can you stop using our old names?

We paid good money for the new ones.

- Sorry, Adam.

(alarm sounds)

(helicopter circling)

(dogs barking) (alarm continues)

- I hate this sound.

- It's two doors down.

Man and a woman I never would have pegged those two at all.

(distant shouting)

- Everything just changed in an instant.

I feel guilty we never befriended them.

- How could we have known Cecille?

- Are we supposed to be happy it wasn't us?

- Might be,

next time.

- How were we so blind when this started?

- We weren't blind, we were complacent.

- The Chechnya gay purge,

That wedding cake debacle.

- Or that elderly lesbian couple.

They weren't even allowed to move in

to the same old folks home together.

- God bless.

- There were people resisting all of that.

- Well not enough.

And now we're stuck in these fake marriages

and it is getting too dangerous.

We have got to stop.

- Who died and made you boss?

- They just carted our neighbors off.

You have a better plan?

- I have a better plan.

Do you have any champagne?

- What the hell are you celebrating?

- The two of you, it's your anniversary.

- Oh honey,

I'm so sorry.

How could I forget?

- I did too.

These fake lives.

I can't remember what I had for breakfast.

- Raise whatever's in your glass.

A toast. - No, let me do it.

I'm the one that put a damper on this evening.

To the best friends a man could ever have.

Wishing you love, light, and many happy years to come.

I'm sorry.

- Aw, Scott, now I can't come back

with a smart ass response.

(laughter) - Cheers.

- Cheers. (glass clanking)

- Come here.

- Happy Anniversary. - Thank you.

- I love you.

- Love you too.

- This scares the shit out of me, sorry.

- Come on.

Let's dance. - Okay.

- Listen babe.

I think Scott might actually be right about this.

- You're not serious are you?

- I don't think I can make it

if I didn't get to see you each week.

- It's just a little step back in the closet.

It's fucking genocide out there.

They are wiping us out. - We know that.

- Then let it go just for a little while.

- If I were picked up and put in a camp

at least I could be with you.

- As you line up to die?

You want that?

- Look, we've been hiding for over three years now, we're

We're good.

- Til a neighbor turns us in and carries us off!

- Stop it! Stop fighting!

I can't breathe, you're sucking the air out of the room.

(door opens)

(heavy breathing)

(eerie music)

(indistinct radio chatter)

- Monitoring complete.

Location confirmed.

Suspects on site.

- Copy that.

(indistinct radio chatter)

(door locks)

- New game.

(eerie music)

What would you do if this were your last day?

- I'd, um,

I'd hold you.

And kiss you.

Make you realize how much I loved you

and that you mattered.

- I'd try not to be so goddamn petrified.

- You guys really don't get it?

The whole point is to not have a last day.

We have to... we have to...

We have to stop meeting.

Just for a while.

- No, Scott.

You don't get it.

It's not our decision.

(loud thud)

(alarm sounding) (women crying)

- I love you.

(door banging) Let's go.

- Open up!

(banging continues) (alarm continues)

- Don't move!

Stay right there! Put your hands up!

Get on the ground now!

Get on the ground!

(alarm continues) (women screaming)

(somber opera music)

(opera music continues)