All language subtitles for Lucky.Hank.S01E07.WEB

So it's the middle of the night,

and, uh, I'm naked,

I'm in a museum,

I'm surrounded by these
Roman statues, right,

and I realise I
have to take a leak,

so I go to the bathroom,

and Rodin's Thinking Guy, right,

he's either there already,
or he followed me in.

- Uh-huh.
- I'm trying to take a leak,

but he's staring at me,

and then, suddenly, the
statue starts to pee.

I mean, like,

the longest, loudest pee
that you've ever heard,

like Vesuvius.

Like Niagara.

I mean, he's mocking me.

I get no relief, not
even in my sleep.

I'm kind of clogged up.

Wow. Wow, loud.

That was much louder than I
thought it was going to be.

It was exactly as loud
as I thought it would be.

Did you look at the
apartments I sent you?

Yeah, whatever you want's fine.

But I want you to feel
like it's your place, too.

You don't have any preferences?

I... I don't know,

a place with some
nature around it,

and a view of the river?

- You know anything like that?
- I'm off.

Did you just give me the cheek?

I haven't brushed.

Uh-uh, not today.

Okay.

I will call you from New York.

- I love you.
- You too.

No jail this time.

Ha!

You're way too happy!

Oh, good.

Two jars of pickles.

Which are the good ones?

Hmm, what if I
choose the wrong one?

Oh, forget it.

Uh, yeah. The green pickles.

Green for good.

Wait. No. Blue for better?

Was that...

Dad?

Dad?

I've saved the best
for last for this date.

Oh, I'm so glad!

Yeah, yeah. I have
to end it on...

On a high note.

Yeah, girl, yes, absolutely.

What the hell?

Oh, I'm so happy about that.

- Hi, Julie.
- Hi.

I've called you,
like, five times.

I know. I can't find my phone.

This phone?

Oh, there it is.

- Thanks.
- Yup.

Hey.

Has Russell been here at all?

I don't know, was he here?

Dad!

Focus.

Have you seen Russell
in the past 24 hours?

No.

- Okay.
- Something wrong?

No. It's nothing.

When does Mom get back?

In a couple days, I think.

Um...

Russell didn't come
home last night.

Is that unusual?

Yes.

We're married. You
were at the wedding.

You were so pretty.

Well, did you call him?

You didn't think
I'd try calling him?

Well, do you want
me to call him?

Yeah, I guess.

I'd like to know he's
okay, and not, like,

at the bottom of
a lake somewhere.

Are you guys fighting?

We're kind of always
fighting, but it's fine.

Oh.

I can't... I thought
I had his contact.

Do you have his number?

Oh, my God. Okay.

Forget it.

Thank you so much.

Goodbye.

Okay. Thank you.

Oh, Jesus.

Oh, sorry.

If you're here to slaughter my
father, he's in the bedroom.

Great.

Yeah, I get that about you.

Yeah...

- Ew.
- Ah.

I brought your
stinkin' chainsaw back.

Just put it on the bed.

So you can spoon it?

Are you depressed because
you miss our friendship?

Look...

At the convention...

Hmm.

The people,

the meal.

I... Uh...

Sorry?

I'm sorry.

Nice apology.

You can keep the chainsaw.

- I don't want it.
- It's an expensive one.

- It's broken.
- I know, but...

All right, grab your loaf of
bread. Let's get out of here.

No, I want to see what
happens to the pretty girl.

She cheats on
Massimo with T-bone.

- Are you...
- Yeah.

Here, come here.
Take a look at these.

I see. I see 'em.

It's a white Trillium,
or Trinity Flower.

See it's got three
petals, one, two, three?

Okay.

They're really rare to find.

Come on.

Take a look.

The Native Americans use
them for medicinal purposes.

That's fine.

Actually, they're
considered endangered

because they take up
to ten years to grow.

- Beautiful.
- I just said they were endangered.

Oh.

I wasn't really listening.

Okay.

Yeah, put it back 'cause
that's how flowers work.

Come on.

You know how when Zelda
and I got divorced,

we each took a night table?

I wasn't tracking
that, but sure.

So now she's remarried and
wants the other night table,

and I know it's putting a
lot on a piece of furniture,

but I kind of felt like
we were still connected,

like I wasn't sleeping alone.

I gave Lily the
cheek the other day

when she leaned in
to kiss goodbye.

So we're talking about you now?

That's why I showed up.

Okay, I had my time.

So are you mad at
her for leaving?

I didn't think I was till
I gave her the cheek,

but I thought I
was happy for her.

Well, the lips know
more than the brain.

Yeah.

My anger has nowhere to go.

It's unhoused.

I'm like the Count
of Monte Cristo,

but instead of plotting
revenge for 40 years,

I've been plotting a pointed
conversation with my dad,

and now the man that I
wanted to confront is gone.

Gone. It's like
an action movie,

where I go to punch a guy,

and he ducks, and I
hit the guy behind him,

and then I'm feeling guilty,

then the guy behind me whacks
me in the back of the head.

Look, I've been here.

No one knows an existential hole

like a divorced person.

Climbing out isn't easy.

Start with one thing.

Something simple.

Could be as easy as just picking
clothes up off the floor.

Get it done.

Notice the feeling.

Tomorrow, you'll get two things.

Come on. Be present.

Close your eyes.

First thing that comes up
off the top of your head.

Close your eyes.

Um... Uh, my sink is leaking.

The hose is broken.

Well, you've got to
get right on that.

I will.

It'll get under your floorboards,
it could cost you 15 grand.

- I will.
- You'll get black mold under there.

- What are you even doing here?
- I'll go.

We're walking around in the woods,
your house is falling apart...

Yeah, I'll go.

Uh, Henry?

Are you all right?

Henry?

Ah.

I'm making us a
Vichyssoise for lunch.

I need a toothbrush, Laurel.

Oh, well, give me 15 minutes.

I'll drive you into town.

I want to drive myself.

Oh, don't start
that again, Henry.

You lived in
Manhattan far too long

to remember how to drive.

We drove upstate last winter.

I love to drive.

We'll go together.

We'll make it an outing.

I don't want a goddamn outing.

I want to drive myself into town

and get it,

alone.

Well, I won't let you.

I'm sorry, Henry,
it's far too risky.

Hey.

Hey, I was thinking about you.

I'm where we had
our second date.

Do you remember that
little cafe on West 4th?

And my realtor,

I swear to you, he looks just
like the guy from The Bachelor.

You had a crush on him, right?

No.

I just thought he was
too good for that girl.

Well, look, Russell's
been gone overnight.

He's probably in
some motel somewhere,

blowing all his money
on whores and drugs

and whatever's in
the mini fridge.

Oh, yeah, she told you?

Yeah, we spoke.

Julie and I,

not Russell.

So what should I do?

It's their marriage.

Just keep your brain
out of their headspace.

It's full of booby-traps.

Julie just needs
to take this time

and figure it out on her own.

Sorry.

You've got to be kidding me.

Do you have a different take?

No, I'm passing my dad.

He's walking. I
heard what you said.

I'll stay out of
it. That's my forte.

Oh, Christ, if I pick him up...

I've got to go to work
and the hardware store.

Hello?

He hung up on me.

Ah.

Lily-Lil!

Today's the day we
find you a new home.

The vibes are strong today.

Hey, partner!

Rodeo is back that way.

You need a ride?

Uh, no thanks.

Dad! Dad, it's me!

Come on.

Come on, get in.

He's losing his marbles.

Well, I always
hated his marbles,

so maybe there's
something better

rattling around in there now.

A couple of nickels?

Maybe a rare one I could sell?

You can't take me home.

Well, I gotta go to work, so...

I'll go with you.

No, I...

Does Laurel know where you are?

I gotta get my own car.

She keeps me trapped at home

like I'm in a
Stephen King novel.

Could be worse.

It could be a Jane Austen novel.

Yuck.

All right, buckle up.

Dammit, Leslie!

That is a bald-faced lie!

I'm just the messenger here.

We would...

We would support a strike.

You know we would.

It's the damn French department

and their stupid French berets!

We are and have,

until recently, always...

Right through here.

What's going on over there?

Rourke's on with the union rep.

Something about the
legislature vote coming up.

What did she say?
What did you say?

It's nothing.
It's budget cuts.

What cuts? What
are they cutting?

Uh, right through here.

That wasn't an
issue at Columbia.

Yeah, the Columbia
endowment was $21 billion.

If I needed something,

we'd just call the
president's girl,

and that was it.

You'd call his daughter?

Uh, look, this is
my father, Henry.

This is my assistant, Rachel.

She's going to take care of you.

Listen, if he gets feisty,

just, uh...

just give him some of these
student papers to read.

She looks gifted.

And so it begins.

Young lady, I'd like your
help with a couple of things.

All right, cool it.

It's okay. What do you
need, Mr. Devereaux?

First, I'd like a coffee,
light, with two sugars.

Second, I'd like to know

what's on your bedside table.

You don't have to answer.

Excuse me?

What are you reading now?

- Oh.
- Okay, he can read them,

but don't let him
grade anything.

Our faithful union rep

won't call for a strike.

Why not?

- She's prudent.
- She's a pussy.

Well, she thinks it will fail

because department
chairs like Hank here

abandoned the union weeks ago.

Remember how our
last strike went?

We lost more ground
than we gained.

So then this time,
we do it better.

That's all you ever
do, is nothing!

Your solution to
everything, right?

Don't even try?

You've screwed us all.

Them's the facts.

My car lease is up tomorrow.

Ah, you know what?

I'm just going to assume
the worst and get a Kia.

Where have we landed?

Well, Dickie Pope's
a master tactician.

Our plan can't be
to outsmart him.

Why don't you keep
sucking his balls,

and we seeing
where that gets us?

Look, I'm just pointing out

that he's executing
his plan brilliantly.

You know, he hasn't
missed a step.

So, realistically, we're
going to lose this.

Aren't we?

Hank?

So, can you at least tell
us what you're thinking?

You're not going to like it.

We're grownups.

I've really got to replace
the hose on my kitchen sink.

Jesus.

Hey, Julie, I'm on
my way to class.

I just have a
minute. What's up?

I just went to
Russell's pottery class,

which he never misses,
and he wasn't there,

and his teacher said it was
a weird day for him to miss

because he was about
to do under-glazing,

and he hasn't returned
any of my texts,

and none of his friends
have heard from him,

and I think something's
wrong with him, Dad.

Like, this isn't like him.

Right.

Okay, well, something's
definitely happened to him.

What, do I call the police?

The FBI doesn't get involved
unless it's been three days,

I know that from Euphoria.

Look,

what is the most logical
explanation here, okay?

You told Mom you thought
he was having an affair?

Yeah, but that was
wrong. Even Mom said so.

That was about us not connecting

because I never see him.

Well, why is that?

Because of that stupid
job you made him take.

Can you just tell me what to do?

All right, I'm talking about
the simplest reason, okay?

Have you ever heard
of Occam's Razor?

Okay?

It means the most
obvious explanation

is very often the truth.

That sounds dumb.

It just means that Russell
isn't calling you back,

and he's not coming home
because he doesn't want to.

Now I know why
Mom's leaving you.

I...

"and he sat back in
the doctor's armchair,

and the room got smaller,

and the air got colder,

and the chair got
less comfortable,

- and the carpet..."
- Okay, Lester, that's...

That's interesting,
interesting take on...

the subject of having
an hour left to live,

but I think we left Jen's
story a little early.

Jen, you said your
protagonist was 24?

- Twenty-two, actually.
- Okay, whatever.

She needs help,

but she never asks
her father for help.

Why is that?

Well, her father's
not in the story.

The story's about how she
lost her neighbour's dog.

Yes, yes, but as
a curious reader,

I'm just wondering if
the father gave her,

you know, probably true
advice on how to find a dog,

or manage one,

what... what would
that look like?

Why would she call
her dad, though?

I mean, I don't think the reader

is going to be
thinking about that.

The perceptive reader would.

No.

No call, 'cause...

here's what's going to happen.

She's going to give
her dad a call,

and he's going to give some
messed-up fatherly advice,

and probably get too involved

and take away her agency.

No way she's calling her dad.

You called your father.

What?

Are we talking about my story?

So, what about my story?

No, we're still talking
about Jen's story,

just Jen's story,

but let's...

Take away her agency,
let me push back on that.

She's an adult, so
how does he do that?

He can't.

Also, if he doesn't help
her, isn't he abandoning her?

No, it still takes
away from her story.

Well, it shows that he cares.

He could just care in his head because
I didn't write him into the story.

If I may, Professor,

I think what you're
trying to say is that...

Well, and this is also
true in my experience,

every character carries
three characters with them,

a father, a mother,

a younger sister.

Yeah! That's right.

But is this kind
of character work

on people who aren't actually
in the story really important?

It's vital.

Yeah, uh...

Yes, I mean, the
father is in her life.

He should be in her story.

Yeah, he should help
her find the dog.

Okay.

Then, um...

her father died
when she was three.

- Aw, that's...
- Okay, yeah,

no, that's just lazy.

Yeah.

What?

Have you seen Russell?

- Nope.
- Has he been at work?

Nope.

Okay, well, if you see him,
have him call me, okay?

Julie is worried about him.

Yup.

Is everything okay?

You can't hide forever.

I know.

To wit, I have never been
more stuck in the muck

than on that blistery
New York evening,

and, of course,

my mind went directly to Dickens

and his irrational
fear of hansom cabs.

Ah.

Um, where was I?

Uh, fear of cabs.

Yes. We know Dickens
suffered trauma

from a train
derailment he was in.

He wrote a letter in 1865

to an opera singer
he met in Paris,

Madame Pauline Viardot.

Fascinating...

You let him out?

- Well, I couldn't just lock him in...
- What did you do to him?

He hates Dickens, okay? He's written
three books on how much he hates Dickens.

Well, I didn't know.

What is it about fame

that turns people into
sycophantic morons?

I mean, he can barely
tie his own shoelaces,

and he's spitting out nonsense
from muscle memory here,

and they're riveted,

like he's Taylor Swift,

and they're, you
know, the world.

Scintillating anecdote.

- I wonder if you might perhaps drop by my class.
- -Oh, no, no.

No. We've got to leave.

- What? He didn't finish his story.
- Yeah.

Yes, he did.

A few more minutes.

Okay. I'll see you in 10 years.

Hey...

Your daughter hung up on me.

Good for her.

If you're not careful, she's
going to turn out like you.

Maybe she's still mad at you.

Mad at me? Why?

Why? Because you fired her.

You lied to her.

You told her that
you didn't have

any more classes to offer her.

But she doesn't know I lied.

You told her?

Well, she was going to
take a gig in Tennessee.

You know? So, what
am I going to do,

see her once a year?

She's the only daughter I like.

What are my Thanksgivings
gonna be without Margaret?

Sitting in some damn diner

listening to my
stupid son-in-law

talk about monster truck shows?

You handled this perfectly.

Nice job.

Okay, the lecture's over.

Seriously. Come on.

You've got to get your coat.

If anyone calls,
I've gone fishing.

Okay.

- I got it.
- English department.

Uh, okay.

Hey, Gracie?

Dean Rose would like to see you.

He wants to see me?

Can't I just...
Can I call him?

He said it's a sensitive matter?

Is... Is someone
from Human Resources

going to be there?

He didn't say?

Well, this can't be.

I mean, you...
you don't think...

You don't think that this is...

I was just published!

- I'm sorry.
- It's all right, Jill, I sent for her.

- Gracie, sit...
- I will not sit, and I will not go,

gently or otherwise...

- Gracie...
- and if I do,

you can count on
it being otherwise.

- Gracie...
- My class enrolments

are the highest
in the department.

All of my courses
have waitlists.

Sometimes, students
wait two or three hours

- to see if they're granted access!
- Gracie.

How can you put me on
the chopping block?

Oh, this isn't about that.

This...

I did it.

I'm getting a divorce.

It's finally happening.

- You moved out?
- Well...

- Oh, my God.
- No, this is real.

I said the words.
She took it well.

Too well, to be honest,

and she actually thanked me

because I brought it up first,

and then she went
out with friends.

You're too late.

Maybe,

maybe if you had come to
me six months ago, but...

I am on the rise.

You had your chance.

"We dipped our
palms in chalk to...

keep our hands
from letting go...

and..."

Interesting interpretation.

It's 380 square feet,

- massive walk-in closet.
- Mmm-hmm.

Hardwood floors,

- and a cute little alcove.
- Oh, yeah.

That's nice.

And you're only two blocks away
from the A and C subway lines,

which takes you right
into Penn Station.

- That's where your school is, yeah?
- Yeah.

And this one's $2,900?

$2,885.

Oh.

Hmm?

I don't know.

It's very cute.

It's a little small.

I'm just thinking if my husband
comes to visit, or my daughter,

or what if both of them come at
the same time, then what do we do?

Okay, I'm noticing
a pattern here.

Do you see the pattern?

Look, I show you a small place,

you talk about visitors.

- I show you a big place...
- Oh, yeah, I see.

Okay,

here's what we're gonna do.

I only do this for
my favourite clients.

- Close your eyes.
- Okay.

Now imagine your perfect day.

Okay.

I... I wake up early,

and I go for a run,

and then...

I get a cappuccino nearby,

maybe a really good croissant.

Work.

I go to a cafe after

for, like, emails and whatever.

Um...

meet up with a friend or two

for drinks and dinner,

some place new and fun,

and then home,

settle in,

watch TV, or...

read in bed.

And that's your perfect day?

Yeah, more or less.

Okay.

Now, here's what I'm hearing.

No husband,

no kids,

no visitors.

Eh...

just sayin'.

I think I picked the
wrong perfect day.

Oh, come on, he was trying
to rent you an apartment.

I feel guilty.

Why? You're here, so
you're thinking about here.

I have to go to the bathroom.

Oh, shit.

My husband.

Shit.

Hey!

- What a surprise.
- I know, right?

How lucky.

- I had a client nearby.
- Ooh.

Did you order yet?

No, uh, just waiting for a menu.

Fantastic. Okay, great.

- It's so good you're here.
- Everything okay... at work?

- Not really.
- It's a tough day for me, too.

Yeah, looks like it.

Well, I heard you say that
it was a good place...

So, uh, Steve and Fiona

invited us up to the
Berkshires this weekend.

You know, their house
in the Berkshires.

Uh-huh.

So I'll just say that we're,
you know, too busy to go, or...

- I mean, how nice is their house?
- It's a shithole.

Here we are!

One Italian chopped salad,

and one chicken penne.

That's ours.

-I don't think so...
-No, that's definitely ours. We ordered it.

- Mmm-hmm.
- Yup.

Thanks.

Looks tasty.

Do you want to share, or...

Actually, I want a divorce.

But, uh... But-but why?

Well, I feel like you're
not honest with me,

or with anyone really.

You know, I feel you're...

You're a dishonest person.

Uh, but-but that's not...

Why are you doing this?

And your erections are soft.

- Not always.
- And you're clingy.

I mean, I can't even
have lunch on my own

without you having
to be all over it.

I thought you liked
having lunch with me.

No, you know what?

It's me.

Yep. I'm just not fulfilled.

You want to tell me why?

You really wanna know?

I'm not in the same
place as when we met.

I've grown, or...

Or at least I'm trying,

and I feel like you haven't...

Or maybe you're just starting,

but, like, it's a
series of, like...

false starts,

and it never... t never
really goes anywhere,

and...

And I can't just keep...

waiting,

hoping,

for no other reason than to hope

that we're going to...

That we're going to be
in sync again, so...

I have made some big decisions,

and I'm starting to see

that those decisions
don't involve you anymore,

and I'm really sorry,

but they just don't.

So, um...

am I going to go, or are you?

- Um...
- Oh, Jesus.

- There.
- Where are we?

Just sit here, okay?

Don't touch anything. Don't talk
to anyone, and if you have to pee,

don't.

I'll be right back.

I called the bar.

They told me your shift
ended an hour ago.

I know Billie told
you what I told her,

I mean, about the classes.

I'm sorry that I did that.

I shouldn't have.

I really don't want to
talk about this right now.

Yeah.

Hey, do you think we
can get past this?

Because I want you
to know why I did it.

- 'Cause I think you're better...
- It's just a bad time, Hank, okay?

Yeah. Yeah, all right.

Russell?

Yeah?

Oh...

Julie is worried about you.

- Dad, um...
- Just put your pants on.

I'm going to take you
home to your wife.

- So, Gramps...
- No.

- CarMax!
- What?

CarMax!

- That's obviously not a CarMax...
- It's a car-looking place.

- You know what I'm talking about.
- No, it's fine. Leave it.

- I'm not going in.
- Pull over!

- Pull over!
- No, I don't want...

- Pull over right now!
- All right, calm down!

I'm pulling in!

No laughing!

I'm not ready for you to laugh!

What did he do? What'd you do?

He cheated on his wife.

Bah! She'll be fine.

All right, you can
look at the cars.

You have as much
time as it takes me

to try to pee.

What?

You'll never believe
who I've got in my car.

Is he with you? Is he okay?

Yeah.

He's okay in the way
that you mean it.

Where was he?

Well, I'll let him tell you.

I'll have him home
in 20 minutes.

Okay.

Thank you. Bye.

You know, you don't
know the whole story.

I only know the dirty parts.

It's just it's hard
with Julie sometimes.

You don't know how she gets. I
get excited about this great idea,

and all she does is tell me all
the reasons why it's stupid.

Like, they thought
Google was a stupid idea

until it made a million dollars.

I just feel like sometimes...

Sometimes, I need
somebody in my corner

who doesn't make me feel
like a complete loser.

All right, well, maybe you need
to find a different corner.

What's this?

- You're Henry's son, right?
- Yeah.

Yeah, well, he's chosen a car,

but, um, he's going
to need a co-signer.

Uh, no. He... He can't drive.

And also, the last
thing he needs

is my financial backing.

Yeah, well, he needs someone's.

No credit, unpaid
credit-card bills,

terrible credit
rating, no savings.

This can't be right.

What?

And she thinks you're a loser.

- Get in.
- Okay.

You're not buying a car today.

Okay, okay.

Hank, dear. Where are you?

Where is Henry?

All right, I'm about to
leave a car dealership

with my esteemed father.

Did you know that he
is completely broke?

Of course I knew.

Of course you knew.

All right, I'm putting
you on speaker phone

so you and Dad can get
your stories straight.

Go.

- Give me this.
- -Your father is a very important man,

the kind of man who
gets taken advantage of.

It was Belinda.

It was Melanie. A Joyce
scholar. Zero originality.

Let me guess.

You cheated on her,

more than once,

so she got her revenge by
stealing all your money?

My money wasn't the
only thing she stole.

She plagiarised my
theory about Dubliners!

The bitch.

You're being very unfair, Hank.

Your father's in a crisis.

We're his family.

- It's our duty to take care of him...
- Alright.

My duty is to go
see my daughter,

and I'm going to
do that right now.

Give me that.

Hey, Dad.

Is he in the car?

Honey, can we sit down?

No. Where is he?

He ran away.

Very funny. Can you
tell me where he is?

Julie, you were right.

He was cheating on you.

No.

No, he can't, he's not
a good enough liar.

You have to understand

that guys like Russell, hon',

they're... They're small.

He's my husband.

I know it's hard to hear,

but I want you to
understand, you know,

so you're not wondering.

He doesn't feel respected.

He doesn't feel
smart around you...

Stop. Stop.

You're just making shit up.

- He wasn't cheating on me!
- I'm not making... No!

Thank you.

You're an Amazon Prime member?

- That...
- Dad...

- Doesn't that co...
- He wasn't cheating on me!

Look, he's terrified
to face you, okay?

He's a little boy.

Can he even grow a beard?

Why are you taking his side?

I'm not taking his side.

I'm just making excuses
for him, his excuses.

I didn't say... I'm
saying them, but...

You left Grandpa in the car?

He's fine.

He can fiddle with the knobs.

It's a wonderland for him.

Where is the fiction section?

Uh, this is not a bookstore.

I saw some paperbacks
over there.

Okay, well, that's
the fiction section.

We had better
libraries at Columbia.

Right, right,

but did Columbia have
a plumbing aisle?

Well, where's your
assistant, the boy?

What boy?

The one you were mad at.

That's my daughter's
husband, okay?

And he was cheating on her.

That's why you were mad?

Yeah, that's why I was mad.

You're being too hard on him.

Dalliances happen.

- It's part of marriage.
- No, it isn't.

It's hurtful and it's wrong.

I've been there, buddy.

Sometimes, it's right.

There are tears, sure,

but people come out stronger.

No, they don't.

From personal experience,

I can tell you they do.

You can lose yourself
in a marriage

if you're not careful.

The key is to identify

what will make you, the
individual, prosper.

Yeah? And what
about your son, huh?

Should you have
been there for him?

I was never going
to be a father.

That wasn't me.

What was I gonna do?

You can't be in between in life.

You've got put yourself all in.

Make that choice.

So no regrets, huh?

I have regrets,

sure.

Yeah?

Recently,

I've started rereading Dickens.

Oh, much of the work is
appalling, of course, maudlin.

Still,

I recognise

I was too hard on him.

I feel almost as if I have
sinned against the man.

Deprived of the possibility
of confrontation,

I turned to revenge.

I realise that the
Count of Monte Cristo

was unfulfilled by his revenge,

and ended up
pitying his nemesis,

and even helping him.

I hate to call ol'
Dantes a softie,

but I have to say,

this feels just fine to me.

I don't need any
more of your help.

I'm not here to help.