All language subtitles for Michael Everyday s01e04 Sleeping with People.eng

The problem is,
the pills make me forget things.

I'm sure it's the pills.

Sometimes I forget to take them,
then after a few days I remember I forgot.

That's why I think it's the pills.

It's a terrible thing, getting old.

[groans]

Well, ah...

Enough about me. This is your time.

So, tell me. What's on your mind, Duncan?

It's, it's, uh, David.

David Storper.

-What did I say?
-Duncan.

You see? Sometimes I think
there's nothing left up here.

Go on.

Well, I, I, uh,
I think I'm in a relationship.

You think?

-I am.
-That's good.

Yes, it's good. It's, uh, satisfying

-on, on, on many levels.
-Mm-hmm.

Uh, I'm still experiencing some anxiety,

-so I, I, I can't enjoy it completely.
-David, I know you very well.

I've seen you for months now,

-and--
-Uh, nine and a half years.

Oh, uh-huh...

And... you have a resistance
against allowing someone

to enter your life.

Why this... woman?

-Yes, woman. Yes, yes.
-Why her?

[clears throat] Well, uh, I don't know.

She offered.
Or maybe enough time has passed.

-Since?
-My divorce.

-What?
-My divorce.

Ah, yes! I see. I see.

Let me tell you...

David. Relationships

are a high source of anxiety
for many reasons--

sexual dysfunction, boundary issues--

but primarily because we seek in others
what we like in ourselves,

and so there's an inherent
resentment in partnership.

But the positives far outweigh
the negatives.

At least that's how it was
with your mother.

No, it's...

I'm not your son, it's David.

David Storper.

David!

[laughing] I'm sorry.

There's nothing up here! Sorry.

-["Gotta Get Up" by Harry Nilsson plays]
-[alarm clock buzzing]

♪ Gotta get up, gotta get out ♪

♪ Gotta get home
Before the morning comes ♪

♪ What if I'm late?
Got a big day ♪

♪ Gotta get home
Before the sun comes up ♪

♪ Up and away
Got a big day ♪

♪ Sorry can't stay ♪

♪ I gotta run, run, yeah ♪

♪ Gotta get home
Pick up the phone ♪

♪ Gotta let the people know
I'm gonna be late ♪

Doctors are not
ideal sexual partners

under the best of circumstance.
We're jaded.

You know, from years of tending
the human zoo. Am I right?

-Well, not all doctors--
-Oh, don't be closed.

Don't be closed.
Don't shut it out like you did your wife.

That's what you do--

you experience high anxiety
due to sexual dysfunction.

That's not my issue.

Remember, your partner carries
the same burden.

-Share your shame!
-Thank you, Doctor.

Mmm.

Ah... Who's the next victim?

-Mr. Carlson.
-Ah, who?

Which one's that?
The sex addict?

I can't see anymore.

Oh, oh, the bed wetter.

Come! Come!

Come on, squidgy.

There's a short film about canoes
starting in ten minutes.

Oh, yeah? What about canoes?

-How to make them?
-Does it matter?

Like, you'll watch one
about how they're marketed?

I don't want to watch
a movie about canoes.

-Neither do I.
-I hate canoes.

So do I! They're a-holes.

Hey, my mother is taking
Sophie this weekend.

That's hilarious that made you
think of your mother.

Shut up. She's taking her
to my aunt's house in Auckland.

She has kids who basically use
Sophie as a doll, but she loves it. So...

So?

I can stay over. At your place.

-Oh, yeah!
-The whole night!

-How fun is that?
-Yeah, no, great.

We don't have to have sex.
It's no pressure.

Oh, no, no, no. I'm almost ready.
I just want things to...

I know. It's no problem.

Great.

I can't wait to see your place.

And you can tell so much
about a person by how they live.

-This is a nightmare!
-You're afraid she will judge you

when she sees your place.

She already said she would,
and my place is embarrassing.

I've got comic book posters
all over the walls.

-Well, you like comic books.
-But I'm not one of those comic book guys.

Well, arguably,
you are one of those comic books guys.

-Yeah, but that's not all I am.
-There's a bigger problem here.

Yeah, I've... never spent
the whole night with anyone before.

-Yes.
-I don't know what I do.

-What you do?
-In bed.

I don't know if I make sounds,

or move around too much. What if I punch?

Or just talk? What if I swear,

or call her a bitch in my sleep?
That'd be horrible!

-Well, that's unlikely.
-Okay, best case scenario:

I snore like a pig.

Uh, worst case:
I murder her in my sleep,

and I wake up screaming,
covered in blood--

Okay, okay. How about this
creative therapeutic solution:

Before she stays over,
we videoconference.

What do you mean?

You set up your laptop beside your bed,

I watch you sleep on my laptop,
and then in the morning,

I'll tell you whether you snore
or are psychopathic.

-What do you think?
-Yeah, that's awesome.

What do you think of photos, you know,
if Miguel has a child?

We could put a black band
across his eyes or blur his head.

You know, whatever he's comfortable with.

I just think it would make it more real
for the reader, you know?

And books with pictures seem
to sell better, so...

Stacia called me.

Oh. Okay. Shifting gears.

-She wants to meet.
-Just the two of you?

Well, she wants to meet at the big spider,
which was one of our "places", so...

Any idea what she wants to talk about
under the big spider?

Well, I don't know.
Um, we haven't spoken a word

to each other without a lawyer
in the room for eight months,

-so I don't know.
-Maybe a relative died.

Or something.
And she just wants to tell you in person.

Her mother?
Were you close with her mother?

Maybe she found out about us
and she's jealous.

Yeah, I'm guessing her mother's dead.
Look,

it's okay with me
if you still love your ex-wife,

but as your sex-buddy-slash-girlfriend,

I would advise you to move on.

I, I, I am in the process of moving on.

-You are. I know.
-You're helping me with that.

Yeah. Not so fun.
Not a fun role for me.

Okay, um, I don't want
to talk about this anymore.

-Can we just get back to work?
-Hi. Can you see me?

I can see the comic book posters
on the wall.

Yeah, see? This is what I'm talking about.

I got three more
on the walls in the kitchen.

I can't, I can't see you.

-Do you want me to turn on my--
-No, no, no. No, I forgot.

This is a session;
it's not an actual conversation.

Okay, what do we do?

Well, you go to bed, and I watch.

Oh, it sounds creepy
when you say it like that.

-Well--
-No, no, no. This is what we're doing.

Okay, I'm getting into bed.

-I know.
-I'm just wearing a t-shirt and boxers.

-I know. I can see you.
-Oh, right. I forgot.

You're like this disembodied voice.
Like a ghost in the room.

Okay, I'll turn on my web cam.

-Hey!
-Hi.

Hi. Uh, okay, so, uh,
I'll go to sleep now.

Okay.

-Can you still see me?
-Barely. I can just make out your profile.

I can... I can see your big face.

It's kinda creepy, actually.

It's like we're making
reality porn: Michael's Room.

Well, we don't want that,
so I'll turn off my web cam.

Okay, yeah. Good idea. That's good.

-Good night.
-Good night.

-[slurping]
-What was that?

Oh, sorry. I'm drinking tea.

[David breathing]

I can totally hear you breathing.

Oh, it's like a whole new fear.

Creepy, disembodied night breathing.

Well, this isn't working.

Ugh! This is a disastrous failure.
It would be,

it would be better if you were
actually in the room with me,

or something, so then it would feel more
like a session and less like porn.

Well, maybe we can do some
supervised napping at the office.

We'll talk about it Thursday.

Damn it. Okay, yeah.
Thanks for trying.

Don't worry. We'll work something out.
Sleep well.

Okay. Good night, Dr. Storper.

-[phones ringing]
-[mouse clicking]

-Carlos.
-Yes, brother?

-What's your place like?
-My place?

-Your apartment.
-My pad.

-Your pad. What's it like?
-It's cool. It's a condo.

One bedroom, plus den
with a view of Gatineau Park.

Kitchen is open to the main space
so you can join the party.

52" LCD; calf-skin sofa from Italy;

Bauhaus-style chairs;

leather, too--
I have no problem with leather.

-Carpeting?
-Hardwood, man. Hardwood.

What about posters?
You got posters on the walls?

Come on. Paintings!

Local artists, street scenes, mainly.
Urban feel, you know?

-Right.
-Gas fireplace;

two flowering cactus plants;

a Ficus; hand-carved wooden bowls
with glass beads;

childhood photos in brass frames;

-you know Gucci lamps?
-I don't know what--

Paper! Diffuse light.
Very calming. Good for the ladies.

Jesus. You did all this yourself?

Hey, man, you are your pad.

Ladies come in, they see who you are.

My pad says I have style,
I am an urban male,

and my father gives me lots of money.

My place feels
like a used comic book store.

Hey, if that's who you are, that's cool.

Not good for the ladies, though.

Ladies don't like, uh, clutter
and despair, you know?

No, no, they don't.

You're looking for a quick fix?

[whispering] IKEA.

[David] Our personality is reflected

in the thousand small choices
we make every day--

the food we eat, the music we listen to,
what we wear to bed.

If, like Miguel,
we have self-esteem issues,

the prospect of someone
scrutinizing those choices

can be terrifying.

[upbeat music plays]

[song in foreign language]

[song ends]

[gulls calling]

Feels funny to talk to you.
It's been so long.

Yeah.

You remember Anthony.

Vaguely. You have so many lawyers,
it's hard to keep track.

Anthony thought it would be best
if he joined us.

Okay. Um...

-What did you want to talk to me about?
-Are you seeing anyone?

Am I, am I, am I seeing anyone?
What do you mean, am I seeing anyone?

-Are you dating?
-No, no.

Well, that makes this
a bit more awkward, then.

I am seeing someone.

Oh.

That's what you wanted to tell me.

Well, after everything
that we've been though,

I thought it would dignify the situation
if I told you to your face.

Yeah, you know what would have
really dignified the situation?

If you didn't have your lawyer present
when you're telling me

that you're seeing someone
before our divorce is finalized.

Actually, he's not my lawyer anymore.

That would be a conflict of interest.

That's...

-You're seeing your lawyer?
-He's not my lawyer anymore.

You're, you're dating
your divorce lawyer?!

He's not my lawyer anymore.
You're not listening to me.

-Jesus Christ!
-Anthony has been very

supportive throughout
this very painful process.

Yes, I'm sure he has. You've been paying
him tens of thousands of dollars--

I have, actually.

I was really hoping
this wouldn't turn ugly.

Listen to what you're saying!
You lure me to the spider

to tell me
that you're screwing your lawyer!

It's already ugly, Stacia!
It's ugly by definition!

Stacia, this meeting is over. Let's go.

Yeah, that's it.
That's good. Earn your fee.

Who else are you sleeping with?
Our accountant?

The guy that--

Our foundation guy?

[bells ringing]

[phone ringing]

[phone ringing]

-[phone beeps]
-Hi.

-[Sammy] So, what'd she want?
-Oh, you were right. Dead mother.

-I knew it! You see?
-Yeah, I'm very upset about it, actually.

We were pretty close.

Oh, honey.
You want some company?

No, no. I'm just gonna--
I'd rather be alone.

I'm just gonna go home
and go straight to bed.

-Okay. Well, if you decide--
-[phone beeps]

[crickets chirping]

Let's do this.

How do you like the chair?

I just got it. It's a Klumptorp.

You gave the place a complete makeover.

Yeah. It's not bad, right?
It's not too Swedish?

-It's very comfortable.
-Can I get you anything?

A glass of water or something?

-No, no, no.
-Thank you for doing this.

I really appreciate it.
It's been a huge source of anxiety for me.

Oh, you know, we should probably skip
tomorrow morning's session,

because I won't sleep too well.

Right. This is the session, basically.

Yes. Just go to sleep,
and I'll write down anything unusual.

Well, this is pretty unusual--

a guy sitting at the edge of my bed
with a notepad in his hands.

Well, I-I won't write that down.

Right. Okay, well, good night.

And, seriously, thanks.

There's no one else in the world
that would do this for me;

There's no one else I would feel
this comfortable with.

So thank you.

Good night, Michael.

When he woke up in the morning,
I showed him my notepad,

and it was completely blank--
no notes-- and his face just lit up.

It was one of those rare occasions
when a therapist can offer up

a definitive response that completely
diffused a specific anxiety.

-Ah.
-It was an exhausting night,

but I have to admit it was very
satisfying on a personal level.

[mumbling]

I am shocked and disgusted.

-I'm sorry?
-You cannot do this, Damon.

You cannot do this!

It was, it was a controlled--

[bang]

[mumbling] ...my ass!

You can justify, you can rationalize it,

but let me tell you this: in my day,

we would privately censure such behavior.

We had a council!

We would not allow sex with patients

-under any circumstance!
-Oh, God, no!

I was, I was sitting in a chair--

Spare me the specifics of the sex act!

No, no, no. I was sitting beside--

-Stop it!
-I observed him while he slept!

I would never touch him!
It was a controlled exposure

to help him deal
with sleep-related anxieties!

You did not have sex with him?

God, no!

[sighing with relief]

Oh. I'm glad to hear that.

I don't think I could stomach
another council censure.

[shudders] Ooh. Still, Daniel,

what you did was wrong.

It was not a controlled exposure. No.

I assume you were unconscious
for much of it?

-Some of it.
-In the patient's own home!

This was a dangerous indulgence
on your part.

And a continuation...

[loud sneeze]

And a continuation

of a pattern of behavior
that is progressively

eroding the boundary

between doctor and patient.

He is your patient,

he is not your friend, Dagwood.

[birds singing]

Oh.

Wow. So not what I expected.

-In a good way?
-I don't know.

It's clean.

What's with all the bowls of beads?

Oh, yeah, well they're,
you know, for decorations.

You can... swirl them around
and they clack together.

-Don't eat them, though.
-I want to eat them.

That's the problem with bowls of beads.
I could never bring Sophie here.

Oh, yeah, I didn't think of that.

[sighs]

So, a big fan of Paris, huh?

Yeah, actually it's a dream of mine
to one day work with seniors in Paris.

You idiot.

This must have cost you a fortune!

It was surprisingly affordable.

This couch is mine from before.

-Why did you do this?
-I don't know.

The whole point was
that I wanted to see your world.

Well, my world is exactly like this,
just easier to assemble.

This is seriously disappointing.

Okay. In my world,

we don't have glass beads;

we have these on the walls.

-The disappointment continues.
-See?

You spent, what,
like $120 for a giant Tatsumi poster

and you picked Black Blizzard?

Drifting Life is a masterpiece.

So... When. Is. The. Funeral?

Stacia's mom?

Oh. Um... it was last week,

which is a good thing,
because it would have been very awkward.

Mmm.

You had a short chat with her at
the spider, and then you went home?

-Yeah.
-You went straight home?

You didn't go for drinks with her?

Because I called a couple of times,

and then I dropped by around 11:00
with a bottle of Italian wine,

because I thought you might be
wallowing in self-pity, but, um,

you didn't answer, so...

I guess I was asleep.

Yeah, the doorman said
you hadn't come home,

so let's just end this farce, okay?
Why don't you just tell me now?

'Cause, you know what,
I will not be the other woman, all right?

I have been the other woman, like,
three times, and it's not fun.

I don't-- three times?

-All right.
-No, I... I was at Miguel's.

I spent the night there.

Honestly. He's never spent the night
with a woman,

because he has this irrational
fear that he does

repulsive things in his sleep,
so I sat next to his bed

-and I observed him.
-Oh, my God.

That's too perverse to be a lie.

-No, it's not perverse!
-Why did Stacia want to meet?

-What did she actually tell you?
-She's screwing her lawyer.

Oh, my God.
This is insane behavior.

Well, she has a very attractive lawyer.

No, your behavior.

Spending the night at Miguel's,
that's insane.

No, no, no.
It was a controlled therapeutic exercise.

You just found out that your ex-wife,
whom you still love,

is sleeping with her divorce lawyer,
and you run to your patient?

-He needed me.
-No, you needed him.

You are obsessed with him.

You know, you just don't have anyone else,
other than me and Miguel.

And when there was a crisis,
you went to him, so...

that's sick.

Seriously, David...

it's not right.

[David] A bed is a small space,

so small that it doesn't allow
for the usual barriers

-that inhibit physical intimacy.
-[snoring]

But in this small space,
we instinctively construct

other barriers
to protect our individual identify.

[Michael] No, it went fine, actually.

Uh, she snores,
which makes it so much easier.

I don't snore,
but you know that already.

Uh, we didn't have sex,
but, uh, we fooled around a little.

I just wanted to get
the sleeping over part

dealt with before we...

attack the... sex thing.

Great. Um... I need
to talk to you about something.

-Seven.
-What?

My anxiety level. It's a seven.

No, no, no. It's not a bad thing.

I just think we need to, uh...

We've made real progress
in the last few years,

and you are fast developing
the tools you need

to handle your fear-inducing
situations on your own.

-Okay, eight.
-No, no, no, no.

I'm just saying
that I think it's time that we...

dialed things down a little.

-Just a little.
-Are you breaking up with me?

You see? That's the kind of language
that is problematic.

-Yeah, but that's what it sounds like.
-I'm not breaking up with you,

I'm simply suggesting
that we establish a few rules.

-Rules?
-We'll start with one rule,

no texting or calling.

Instead of reaching for your phone
when you feel anxious,

just handle the situation on your own.
One simple rule.

What do you say?

Nine.

[whimsical music playing]

[toy train sound]

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