All language subtitles for Gabriels.Redemption.Part.Two.2023.1080p-ENGLISH

I'm home.

Slept well?

- Very well.
- Hmm.

Between our stay in Assisi and last night,

think I've slept more than I have
in months.

- Nice socks.
- Argyle is sexy.

You seem happy.

Conference is over.

We had a great time in Rome and Assisi.

I could just share this fantastic house
with my husband.

I'm the luckiest girl in the universe.

- In the universe?
- Mm-hmm.

Well, I'm afraid the inhabitants of the
galaxy

next door would be sorry to hear that.

- Nerd.
- What did you just call me?

Um, I called you a nerd?

A nerd. Really?

Would a nerd to this?

Julianne, you're not wearing panties.

This counter seems to be the perfect
height.

You really are the luckiest woman in the
universe.

Hello?

You're kidding.

When's she due?

No, I'm happy for you!

Who is it?

My dad.

So when's the wedding?

I don't know, I'll have to check and get
back to you.

Wow. This is really sudden.

Yes. For you, too, obviously.

Bye.

They're getting married immediately
because Diane is pregnant.

A shotgun wedding for Tom.

My dad's having a baby. In December.

Well at least I know
what to buy him for Christmas.

- What?
- Condoms.

When are they getting married?

They want us to be there,
so as soon as we can get back.

You're going to be a big sister.

I'm looking forward to being a big sister.

You know, I have half siblings.

Oh.

They live in New York City.

My mother was upset.

She used to say that my father left us
because he loved his real family more.

What a terrible thing to say to a child.

Yeah, she... She was troubled.

But she was beautiful.

With dark hair and...

...dark eyes.

Do you have any photographs of her?

A few. There are some baby pictures of me
as well.

You've been holding out on me.

They're in a drawer back in my study.

I also have her diary and her father's
pocket watch.

I use it on occasion.

Did you ever read the diary?

No.

If Sharon left me a diary,
I would have read it.

You have anything of hers?

They sent my father a box of her stuff
when she died.

I should probably ask to see it.

How much do you know about your father?

Not much. Um...

He lived in New York, had a wife and
children.

And a year before he died,

he added me as an equal beneficiary to his
other children.

Initially, I declined the inheritance,

but when I changed my mind,
they tried to break the will.

You never met them?

You think they were in a hurry to meet the
bastard who was stealing their birthright?

I'm sorry.

What was your father's name?

Owen Davies.

Owen Davies.

Promise me you won't look into my family.

I promise.

Gabriel?

Are you all right?

What was your nightmare about?

My biological family.

I was with my mother in my old apartment,

and I could hear her
and my father arguing.

My father was standing over
her, shouting at her.

I hit him.

He shoved me and went to the door.

She crawled after him,

begging him not to leave.

Fucking bastard.

I don't think that was the first time
they fought.

Can you imagine crawling after a man who
hit you?

I know my head was pretty messed up
when I was with Simon.

That's different.

You were young.

She thought she loved him.

I can understand...

...the anger you feel at your parents.

But it isn't a healthy thing
to hold on to.

There might be terrible
skeletons in my family's closet.

Could you love me in spite of them?

I've never loved you in spite of
anything, Gabriel.

I just love you.

Thank you.

This is ridiculous.

What happened?

I got an email from Paul.

What did he say?

"I think we need to go our separate ways.
You're married and I need to move on.

Maybe this will be
easier for me in the future."

He doesn't want to be friends.

If I had lost you to him,

I couldn't be friends with you.

I'd simply have to love you
from a distance.

Why didn't he try and talk to me about
this while we were in Oxford?

He didn't want to upset you
before your lecture.

Did you know about this?

So you and Paul discussed me?

Briefly, yes.

- You should have told me.
- I'm telling you now.

I thought Paul might change his mind,
but...

- ...he surprised me once again.
- You and your secrets.

I don't keep secrets from you.

If you want full disclosure,
I will give it to you.

But then I will ask you
for full disclosure.

For example,

did you happen to have a conversation
with Paul about dropping out of Harvard?

What?

He told me I had to make sure you
don't abandon your dreams.

So don't lecture me about keeping secrets
because I'm not the one

having lunch with old flames telling them
about our marital conflicts.

It just came out.

I was worried and I needed someone to talk
to. And I needed time to think.

Time to think and going to someone else to
talk about our problems

are two different things.

That was not the right thing to do,
Julianne. And you know it.

I tried to persuade Paul
not to cut you off.

I didn't want to see you hurt.

What hurts...

...is the fact that you don't trust me.

- I trust you.
- But not with your family history.

You know what I know.

My mother's family disowned her,
and left me to foster care. My...

My father abandoned us.

Do you want me to investigate such people?

Discover more unsavory details?

There has to be something in your family
history worth knowing.

Your family is part of you.

If we have children,
they'll ask about their grandparents.

I won't have our children so polluted.

A man...

...as good and brilliant
as you came from that pollution.

And so will our children.

Take your clothes off and lie in bed.

Now.

On your stomach,

eyes closed.

Eyes closed.

Do you trust me?

Yes.

Don't move.

Hi, Dad. How you doing?

We're at the hospital.

What's wrong?

Yesterday, we went for an ultrasound,
but something was wrong with his heart.

- His?
- My son.

It's going to be okay, honey.

We just met with the cardiologist.

What did the doctor say?

The baby has hypoplastic left heart
syndrome.

What is that?

He only has half a heart.

Oh, my God.

He won't survive without surgery.

They have to operate after he's born.

Can they fix it?

The surgery can make his heart do what it
needs to do,

but it can't give him a normal heart.

What can I do?

Pray.

Please keep in touch and let me know
what's going on.

Will do.

Does Tom have any health problems?

Not that I know of.

Both his parents had heart disease.

You don't think this is genetic, do you?

Gabriel?

You don't smoke.

Usually I choose cigars.

And don't worry, it's Coke.

I prefer Laphroaig.

Did you go looking?

What if I did?

Goodnight, Gabriel.

Wait.

Are you healthy?

It's after midnight and you're asking
about my health?

Just answer the question.

Please.

I have low blood pressure.

I tend to have low iron levels,
so I take a supplement.

I didn't know that.

My low blood pressure is probably genetic.
My mother had it.

Genetic.

How did your mother die?

Why are you asking me this?

You told me your mother died
while you were living with your father.

I didn't know if she had health problems
or if it was an accident.

She was drunk and fell down the stairs
and broke her neck.

Happy now?

Don't touch me.

I love you,

but you can be a cold son of a bitch.

Sit out here all night, just don't
try and mind-fuck me.

I'm not trying to mind-fuck you, Julianne.

Then warn me before we start spelunking
through my unhappy memories!

It isn't funny.

Spelunking?

Really?

You have an enviable vocabulary.

I'm sorry, I'm in a...

...foul mood.

Shouldn't take it out on you.

What's going on?

You're upset.

Before we were together,

when you'd get in a foul mood...

...what would you do?

I drank.

- And do coke and...
- And?

I'd fuck.

Let's go.

Where?

To work out your foul mood.

I don't think it's a good idea.
I'm not myself.

Would you hurt me?

Of course not.
Who do you think I am?

You're my husband.

Who needs to fuck away his bad mood, so
let's go.

I don't fuck you, Julianne.

No, you'd rather I was someone else so you
could.

That is not true.

What you crave, I need.

Help me forget that I'm about to lose
the only sibling I ever had.

Please.

Watch. Eyes on the mirror.

Eyes on the mirror.

I told you to watch.

This isn't fucking.
It's a hell of a lot more.

Incredible.

- Are you alright?
- Yeah.

Yes, just give me a minute before you put
me down.

What makes you think I'm finished with
you?

One.

Gabriel?

Gabriel!

I thought I told you I didn't want you
swimming alone.

I wouldn't have to swim alone
if you didn't leave me.

You know I like to run in the mornings.

It's almost noon.

- You could have left a note.
- I'm going to have a shower.

I'll be in my study all day.

I’ll take you to dinner in Todi tonight.

No.

- No?
- No, Gabriel.

You can't run off to your study after
treating me so coldly. No.

I don't mean to be cold, Julianne.

I have a lot on my mind.

I hoped our activities would have helped.

Julianne, I could make love to you all
day.

But that wouldn't solve my problem.

Then tell me you love me.

I love you.

Go find your solutions.

But don't forget, you aren't the only one
in this house.

I don't want to live with a ghost.

It's late.

Go back to sleep.

Hey, don't I get a kiss?

You're perched on the edge of the bed
like a gargoyle, glowering.

I'm not glowering.

Then kiss me like you mean it,

non-glowering gargoyle-like husband of
mine.

A gargoyle?

You’re hell on a man’s ego, Mrs. Emerson.

Tell me why you're so grim.

You said I wished you were someone
else so I could fuck you.

Never say that again.

I'm sorry.

I hoped you could work
out your bad mood with me.

I was selfish.

If you were selfish, then so is I.

You promised we could be adventurous.

Last night was one of our adventures.

In giving...

...we both received.

I don't think that St. Francis would
approve of you taking part of his prayer

and applying it to our sexual activities.

Francis believed in love and marriage.
He'd understand.

At the very least, if he disapproved,

he'd be silent about it.

I could stay with you forever
and you would still surprise me.

I'm glad because you're stuck with me.

I'm not ashamed
of what we do with our bodies

because it also involves our souls.

Tell me why you're upset.

I need a little time.

But you have my heart.

Never doubt that.

Ciao, Gabriel.

Hi! So nice that I finally meet you.

- So lovely to meet you.
- Okay, come this way.

Okay.

Oh, sì, sì, sì.

You look so good!

Superman?

She's asking you to pick her up, Man of
Steel.

She usually avoids strangers.

She hasn't spoken since she arrived,
almost year ago.

Why?

Trauma.

Maria needs a family.

- Is a difficult to find families?
- Sometimes.

I'll take her, I'll take her. Don't worry.

Come with me, hmm?

It's okay, hmm?

You could have wine.

I'm fine with water, Superman.

I rather like the idea of you being the
handsome,

but slightly nerdy professor by day
and the sexy Man of Steel by night.

What did I say about calling me a nerd?

I can show you some steel tonight.

I'm counting on it.

I never thought of you
as Lois Lane before.

I thought you're in love with Beatrice,
when really, it was Lois Lane.

Need to switch literary genres.

Hardly.

But a little role play might be
interesting...

...Ms. Lane.

I look forward to that.

Something happened today, didn't it?

Seeing you with the children...

...you're a natural.

Can't stand to leave them there.

The staff love them.

They're safe.

We should adopt Maria.

Sweetheart.

We aren't in the best position
to take home a toddler.

What if you had help?

I'm owed a sabbatical. That's part of my
agreement would BU.

You'd use your sabbatical?

Why not?

Neither one of us knows very much
about caring for a toddler.

We have Rebecca.

You've spoken to her about this?

No, she...

She mentioned she hoped
she'd be with us for a long time.

Long enough to see us start a family.

I'm not your enemy, Julianne.

I'm not trying to find ways
to sabotage your education or your life.

I feel as if the slightest disturbance
will cause me to lose my focus,

and I'll flunk.

Anxiety with starting a family is
legitimate.

But I think you'd be anxious

about your program anyway.

And that has to do with the way
you see yourself,

not with the way you see the program.

That's not true.

I felt the same way at Harvard.

You can do it.

I'd like to take Maria home with us.

It's not in Maria's best interest for us
to take her now.

The Julianne I know would give the clothes
off her back to a homeless person.

Taking her to a place where she doesn't
know the language,

away from her friends, would upset her.

I won't let you do that.

And I don't care if you think
I'm being a coldhearted bitch.

Fuck.

I'm sorry.

I'm sorry too.

You were right about Maria.

I don't think you're a bitch.

You're my beloved.

Then you need to be kind to me.

The past little while has been really
difficult.

I don't want our marriage to be like this.

I'll find a way to make it up to you.

I promise.

Tell me what's wrong.

I will.

Just give me a little more time,

Darling, I've got to run errands.

I'll be back in time to get ready for the
exhibition opening tonight.

I love you.

And I like my body, when it's with your
body.

G.

Hi.

I'd like to know how I can help
find families for these orphans.

Julianne, I'm back.

Where's my shirt?

It's on the chair.

God, I'm glad I bought these.

Stop that.

I'm sorry. No one notices it.

I think it makes you look rugged.

When will I see you?

We need to cool off.

But things have been going well.
I work for your father now.

And I told him we were casual.

He wants me to take Senator
Hudson's daughter to dinner.

What?

Don't get hysterical.

I won't. I'm sorry.

Hopefully, I can persuade her
to put in a good word for my Father.

We could really use his endorsement.

Are you going to fuck her?

What are you kidding?

No, her family's religious.
She's a virgin.

I had enough of that shit with Julia.

Religion didn't keep Jules from going
down on you.

You keep your mouth shut about Julia.

I don't need her asshole boyfriend
fucking things up for me.

He's her asshole husband now.

I don't care what he is.

We're finally getting what we want.

We just need to wait until after the
election.

Oh, I can be patient.

But I think you need a reminder

of who you're walking out on.

He won't hurt you again.

- I heard from my dad.
- Hmm.

They want to get married Labor Day
weekend.

- The baby?
- As good as can be expected.

Dad feels pretty helpless.

He wants to protect him. There's nothing
he can do.

This reminds me of our first trip to
Florence.

Getting ready before the Uffizi.

I was just your girlfriend then. Tonight,
I'm accompanying you as your wife.

You were never just my girlfriend, you
were my lover. And we're still lovers.

And I love you more now than before.

Your love has healed me in so many ways.

I don't know why you persist
in being so sweet...

...while I'm shaving.

The guest of honor can't be late.

We had a fight, we made up,
you owe me make-up sex.

I really need to get ready.

- Look at my hair.
- Fine.

Don't be surprised if I spirit you off
to a corridor and have my way with you.

I'm counting on it, Superman.

You've been holding out on me,

Mrs. Emerson.

You're not the only one with secrets,
Professor.

But, I could arrange a private viewing.

In a dark corner at the Uffizi Gallery?

What did I do to deserve you?

You deserve happiness.

Professor. Good to see you.
Welcome again. Miss.

You will be invited to open the
exhibition. We will view the collections,

enjoy reception and later, dinner.

May I introduce you to Dottore
Vitali, the director of the gallery.

Welcome, welcome.

Thank you. My wife, Julianne Emerson.

Ah, you know Professor Pacciani, I
assume. And his wife.

Ah, shall we?

We're indebted to Professor
Emerson and Senora Emerson

for allowing us the privilege of looking
upon these full complement of 100 images,

that have not been viewed in public since
perhaps, their creation.

Thank you.

Good evening.

- Evening.
- A remarkable evening.

It's generous of you to share your
illustrations.

How fortunate for you that you acquired
them in secret,

and not on the open market.

I count myself...

...lucky.

Enjoy your evening.

- Who was that?
- I have no idea.

But if it moves in your direction,
please walk the other way.

I didn't like the way
he was looking at you.

It's a good thing
I have Superman to protect me.

I promise to avoid all the handsome
men here tonight.

You find him handsome?

In the way a work of art is handsome.
Not the way you are.

And if you kiss me now, I'll forget him
entirely.

They’ve made an addition to this
room since your last visit.

Those are the words Dante speaks
when he sees Beatrice

for the first time in Purgatory.

You're my Beatrice,

my sticky little leaf,

my beautiful wife.

I wanted to show you
how important you are to me.

I take it you're impressed with the
exhibition, Mrs. Emerson?

Yes.

But I'd like you to take the photo down.

It's a magnificent gesture, but...

...I don't want to be on display.

Vitali wished to give us a gift to
thank us.

He agreed on displaying the picture,

and then he gave us one hour, on this
floor, all to ourselves.

Let's go.

Where?

Make-up sex. Museum sex, corridor sex.
I don't care what you call it.

Now's our chance.

You surprise me, Mrs. Emerson.

- How so?
- Because you're supposed to be shy.

I want a heart-stopping, mind-blowing
orgasm up against a Florentine wall.

Screw shyness.

- Now tell me who's handsome.
- You are.

- Where are your panties?
- Panties just get in the way.

Would you be willing to speak to a
potential donor?

Go.

Good evening.

I regret what happened in Oxford.

Please. Professor Picton was unhappy with
my friend's behavior. So was I.

- If you'll excuse me.
- Perhaps,

you can mention this to Professor Picton.

I'm applying for a job at Columbia.

I wouldn't want any
bad feelings to interfere.

I don't think Katherine would interfere
with another department's search process.

I would consider it a favor.

I've already done you a favor.

And what would that be?

I prevented my friend
from sleeping with your husband.

What?

Your husband was going to meet Christa.

I persuaded her to turn our attention
elsewhere.

How dare you come into this place of
beauty and say such ugly things to me?

I mean no harm.

You and your friend mean nothing but harm.

I don't care what she told you,
what her plans were.

You didn't prevent my husband from doing
anything. Do you hear me?

All men require a little recreation.

It's too much to expect one woman to be
enough.

Women are not items on a buffet.

And my husband doesn't share your
misogyny. Get out.

Get out!

I've been looking for you.

Let's go.

There are important people
we need to speak to.

What happened?

Professor Pacciani just cornered me.

That fucking bastard.

Are you all right?

I called him a misogynist,

and told him to go, and I pointed at him.

Excellent.

Not excellent. Embarrassing. Everybody
heard me.

I doubt very much
that anyone would blame you.

He wanted me to tell Katherine that he
dealt with Christa.

He's after a job at Columbia.

He'll never get it.

Katherine was Lucia Barini’s supervisor.
Lucia’s a friend of mine.

She'll see through him.

He also said he prevented you from having
a tryst with Christa.

Christa propositioned me right
before your lecture.

You should have told me.

When you keep things from me,
it puts a wedge between us.

Others can exploit that wedge.

I deserve to know who is making a play for
my husband and when.

Agreed.

So, you're forgiven.

Since my good mood from my first foray
into museum sex has been ruined,

you're going to have to fix that.

I'm yours to command.

Good.

Because my command is pleasure,

and I'd like it now.

Then come.

It's a wedding invitation.

"Gabriel.

I would never be gauche enough
to invite you to my wedding.

I wanted you to know I'm getting married.

Now that we're both happy,
things are as they should be.

XO, Paulina."

How do you feel?

She has found the family
she was looking for.

And she has you to thank.

Me?

You persuaded me to let her go.

That she'd never find her own happiness
while she was dependent on me.

You were right.

And you were right about Maria too.

Sometimes loving someone means
that you have to let them go.

I'll never let you go.

I challenge anyone
to try to take you away from me.

I'm not going anywhere.

Paulina.

You look tired.

I don't expect you to forgive me,

but I wanted to say that I'm sorry.

I was callous and selfish.

Why now?

It's because of her, isn't it?

- This isn't about her.
- Oh, yes it is.

I was a fool to settle for what we were.

I couldn't see my way out of it.

Now I can.

I swear to God, I'm not going back.

All these years, I was so worried
my parents would slam the door in my face.

But I realized before I even entered the
house

that I could have come home years ago.

The prodigal daughter.

Then you can understand my desire
for forgiveness.

I'm just wondering why you're asking for
this now.

You were my friend,

- and Maia...
- I... I can't talk about her.

She's happy now.

You know, I don't believe that.
When you're dead, you're dead.

- I know that that isn't true.
- Oh, stop.

We did this one beautiful thing together.

Let's not mourn her...

...by living empty, wasted lives.

How dare you?

You come to me to ease your conscience
and say something like that?

I'm here to make amends.

My baby is dead.

And I can't have another.

Make amends for that.

I can't.

You get to go home to your girlfriend
knowing she can give you a child.

What happened to me can never be undone.

- I'm sorry for everything.
- Wait.

I met someone.

Keith is a widower with two little girls.

They call me Auntie Paulina.

He loves me and his girls need me.

I forgive you, Gabriel,

but I won't have this conversation again.

I made my peace with the past.

Goodbye, Paulina.

Be happy.

Have you made an appointment
to see your doctor?

No, um.

I'm not having my vasectomy reversed.

I'd like us to pursue adoption.

Tell me what's troubling you.

I don't know how anyone could
stand to be near me. I...

I was terrible to my family and Paulina.

That's in the past.

What if Paulina's
miscarriage was my fault?

What if her miscarriage was a result of a
genetic abnormality?

I told you I wanted a child,

but I never stopped thinking about the
risks.

Miscarriages are common.

It's tragic, but true.

What if the same thing happens to us?

It would be devastating.

But this is the world we live in.
There is illness and death.

We can't pretend that we're immune.

We can avoid...

...unacceptable risks.

So you don't want to have a baby with me?

All this talk of Paulina,
I know I shouldn't, but I envy her.

You shared a life changing experience with
her that we may not be able to have.

I thought you'd be relieved.

Nothing in what you've said relieves me.

- And you certainly don't look happy.
- Because I want what I can't have.

I can't go through what I went
through with Paulina again.

We'll adopt.

So that's it?

No.

I know you want to protect me,
and that is admirable.

But let's be clear, it goes deeper than
that.

It's wrapped up in what happened
between your father and mother.

This isn't about that.

This is about choosing the risk I'm
willing to take.

You could wrap me in bubble wrap and I
could still get sick.

And as much as I don't want to say it,
someday you're going to die.

But I choose to love you
now and build a life with you,

knowing that I could lose you.

I'm asking you to make that same
choice, take that risk with me.

I have no idea what's in my medical
history.

Some of your relatives are still alive.

You could speak with them.

- I'd rather burn in hell.
- Listen to yourself.

We're praying that God would give us our
own child.

Are you taking that prayer back?

All because you don't think
you're good enough?

My beautiful,

broken angel.

What are you doing?

Showing you how much I love you.

You did this for me once.

Felt like a baptism.

I hurt you again and again.

But yet you're so giving.

Why?

Because I love you.

Because I have compassion for you.

Because I forgive you.

I keep waiting for God to take you away.

You don't have to be afraid of being
happy.

Thinking that he wants to take
that happiness away from you.

That's not who he is.

How can you be sure?

God doesn't give you blessings
just to strip them away.

I'm not going to let you delay
having your vasectomy reversed.

I want to have a family with you, and I
don't care what your DNA says.

- I thought you were not ready for a baby.
- I'm not.

But if we want to have a baby, we need to
start discussing it with the doctor.

What about adoption?

We can do both.

You aren't a prisoner of your history.
I believe in you.

How I wish you'd believe in yourself.

These hands are yours.

You can use them for good or evil.

And no amount of nature, biology, or DNA
can determine those decisions for you.

But what will I pass onto our child?

My mother was an alcoholic.

If you're focused on family history,
you should ask what I'm going to pass on.

Of all the things you could pass,

you would only pass beauty and...

...and kindness...

...and love.

That's what I was going to say to you.

Of all the gifts God gave me,

the greatest one is you.

Wow, April.

Let's do it again.

Since I'm beginning my investigation of my
family, I'm reading my mother's diary.

This was one of my favorite toys.

I seem to remember my father
giving it to me.

That can't be right.

No matter what you discover,

we'll face it together.

I received an email from the conference
telling me

that a European press has agreed to
publish a few of the papers.

Your first publication.
Congratulations.

I'm going to need a favor.

For you my love, I would endeavor to
pluck the stars from the sky,

only to shower them at your feet.

How do you do that?

- Do what?
- Say things like that. That's beautiful.

I spent years studying poetry, Mrs.
Emerson. It's in my DNA.

It certainly is.

My paper need some revisions.

- Will you make some suggestions?
- Yes.

I'll try not to be a bastard when I give
you my comments.

I'd appreciate that.

Now, can we have desk sex or...

...do you want to chat all afternoon?

- Desk sex, please.
- Your wish is my command.

The painting is called Angela Musicante.

I know you've been hesitant
about preparing for the baby,

but I thought the angel
would be an expression of hope.

Thank you, honey.

That's very sweet.

So, you gonna decorate?

A few things.

- Maybe not everything, you know?
- Whatever you want.

Would you like to take those boxes with
you? I think they belong to your mother.

What?

If you don't want them, or you don't want
them right now, that's fine.

I'd like to look at Mom's stuff.

Not all fired up about having this
conversation.

Honey.

All right, I'll ask Gabriel to
come help me carry them.

I don't think I have the energy to
celebrate your birthday tonight, Jules.

- I'm sorry.
- Why don't you go take a nap?

I tried. My husband followed me.

There was no napping,
but there was lots of baby making.

-I need a vacation
-From baby making?

Oh, yes, damn it. We are having sex all of
the time, and I'm not getting pregnant.

I'm beginning to feel like a machine.

Good God, what have I wandered
into?

Nothing. Skip dinner, go lie down in
our room.

- Join us for dessert.
- Thank you.

- Tell me we aren't going to be like that.
- We aren't going to be like that. Promise.

I'll be in the study.

What are you reading?

It's my mother's diary.

I found something in it from Grace.

It's names...

...addresses, and phone numbers.
One is for Jean Emerson of Staten Island.

My grandmother.

I don't remember Grace
telling me she spoke with my grandmother.

There was no point in burdening
you with everything that happened.

I apologize.

We should have told you.

You and Grace took me in when my own
flesh and blood disowned me.

You have always been our son.

Would it offend you if I try to find out
about my biological parents?

Of course not. It's your heritage, you
have a right to know.

Julia thinks that if God

was a father,

he must be like you.

That's a high compliment,

but an unwarranted one.
I am imperfect, just like else.

Would that I could have one quarter
of your imperfection.

Grace and I always thought of you as a
gift.

But when she died, I realized something.

I know you feel gratitude to us for
adopting you, as if we did you a favor,

but you're looking at things
the wrong way.

God gave you to us because he knew

we needed you.

A whole life.

Three boxes.

What a waste.

Why didn't my mother love me?

She kept the photos.

It's clear she loved you when you were
born, you can see it in her face.

But she loved alcohol more.

I can't contemplate choosing alcohol and
men over my child.

You’ve never struggled with addiction.

I'm sure there were times
where your mother wanted to stop.

It's a pile of junk.

Your baby things aren’t junk.

We can frame the photos.
Someday, if we have a girl,

you can show her how beautiful
her mama looked when she was a baby.

Thank you.

Red roses!

First time we went out, you bought white.

Well, white symbolizes virginity, and
that doesn't apply anymore.

- Hey April, wait.
- Did you tell all your friends?

I'm sure they had a big laugh.

Take the nice Christian girl out and she
gives it up like it's prom night.

I came here because I wanted to see you.

Let me take you out to dinner?

What's your angle?

I like you.

That's it?

Isn't that reason enough?

Well?

Good evening to you too.

- I'm still getting used to these.
- I only need them for reading.

You look like a sexy librarian.

We should take them into the study and
introduce them to the wonders of desk sex.

You are going to distract me.

I want to hear about your appointment.

What if I promise you

consecutive orgasms?

That sounds great,
but I want to hear about the doctor.

And if I promise you kitchen table sex,

the likes of which you have never
experienced before?

I would say you're worrying me
because you're trying to distract me.

He's confident we could do artificial
insemination,

if the reversal is unsuccessful.

But I still have to be tested to see
if I'm producing viable sperm.

And?

And even if he performs the reversal, the
probability of success is low.

Chance of pregnancy is 30%.

When would we know
if the procedure is successful?

After next week, I could be fertile within
a few months, or a year, or...

...never.

He suggests that you visit a gynecologist

to see if there are any fertility issues
on your side.

I'm due for one.

They also said we should abstain

from sex for three weeks after my
procedure.

He told me there cannot be any
ejaculation.

Three weeks? Scheisse.

Still sure we should do this?

I was celibate for a lot longer than that.

You'll need me to be your nurse.

I like the sound of that.

A nurse, a librarian,

a student, a professor?

Is there no end to your talents,
Mrs. Emerson?

None.

In fact,

- I have another secret identity.
- Oh really?

I'm also Lois Lane.

Well...

Lois...

I had a long day...

...fighting crime.

I'm sorry, could you repeat that?

You have fibroids, a benign growth on the
uterus. They're common.

You have two of them.

- Two?
- Mhm-hmm.

Will she need surgery?

We're inclined to leave them.
We will put you on birth control.

The hormones in the pill slow
the fibroid's growth.

What about fertility?

I don't think fertility will be a problem.

However, fibroids tend to grow during
pregnancy.

We'll schedule another ultrasound
in about six months just to check them.

But for now, I take this as good news.

Are you nervous?

Not really.

But I'm glad you're coming with me.

Once I finish shaving,

you'll have to give me something to tide
me over for the next three weeks.

I could do that.

I can't shave when you're touching me.

Maybe I should do it for you.

You enjoy feeding me, perhaps I enjoy
shaving you.

Will you teach me?

- Shaving is overrated.
- I'd like to do this for you.

Shave in the direction the hair grows.

Don't apply pressure, the blade is very
sharp.

You want me to shave you half naked?

No. I want you to shave me completely
naked.

I'm not sure that's a good idea.

I'll nick you.

Perhaps it would be a good exercise in
self-control for both of us.

I guess you must trust me.

More than I’ve ever trusted anyone.

I think we're finished.

I don't think we're finished yet.

Then drop the towel, Professor.

- Hey.
- How is he?

The surgery went well.
Complicated, but nothing unexpected.

He's on intravenous
and I want him to stay overnight.

You can go see him now.

Hi, baby.

Pretty baby.

Chicken soup for dinner with homemade
rolls.

Delicious, thank you.

I didn't expect Gabriel
to be so weak after his procedure.

He insists he's going to work tomorrow,
but I don't see how he can. He's in pain.

Men make the worst patients.
They don't take their medication.

They don't do what they're told.
They won't admit when they're sick.

- They're like cats.
- I'll remember that.

In fact, it's probably easier to give a
pill to a cat, than to a man.

Then again...

...a man can't scratch you.

It's a good thing he's upstairs. He'd be
cross with us comparing him with a cat.

Meow.

So, what does Katherine have to say?

She's coming to Harvard in January, to
give a series of lectures.

Jeremy Martin is also invited to
give a paper.

Not looking forward to that confrontation.

Can you smooth things over?

I don't know.

I can't imagine Katherine having a tawdry
affair

with an old married Oxford professor.

Old Hut was considered handsome in
his day.

She had to know it was wrong.

Not only because of her career,
but because he was married.

If she ever felt 1/10
the love I have for you,

I can understand why she was led astray.

Now that I'm married however, if someone
were to lure you away...

I love you more than before we were
married.

Marriage is the strangest thing.

Almost without realizing it, I feel as if
our hearts became knitted together.

Marriage is a sacrament.

Of course, there’s the sex we’re no
longer having.

Three weeks is almost up.

You better inform your professors you
won't be in class that day.

Have you found out anything about your
family yet?

My lawyer was supposed to get a copy of
the coroner's report of my mother,

and health information about her parents,

and my father's family, but I haven't
heard anything.

No one is going to give your lawyer that
kind of information.

Information can be bought.

Have you ever bought information like
that?

- Why?
- For you.

What kind of information?

I ensured Simon and Natalie would never
bother you again.

Tom tells me you broke my niece's heart.

I should be tuning you up rather than
doing a job for you.

This is for her.

The girl tried to blackmail her.

The boy fucking bit her and threatened
to rape her.

Leverage.

To get them to turn over
whatever they had on Jules.

And I'll have a conversation with
Simon and Natalie

about what will happen if they don't.

Intern from the Senator's office.

- College student?
- High school.

- 17.
- Fuck.

Senator Talbot is making a bid for the
White House. They'll comply.

Scheisse. Why didn't you tell me?

I didn't want you knowing anything about
it,

if there was a chance
they decided to go to the police.

Thank you.

Should probably thank Uncle Jack, too.

They won't bother you again.

Ow.

- How'd you sleep?
- Good.

- I sleep better with you than without you.
- Yeah, me too.

But I feel guilty.

Why?

Because we're sleeping together and we
aren't married.

Sex isn't bad.

But I was taught to wait and I didn't.

You were taught to wait
because your parents

didn't want some asshole taking advantage
of you.

- Don't cuss.
- Sorry.

Your parents were trying to protect you.

- Our situation is different.
- How is it different?

I like having sex with you,

but I also enjoy your company.

I can let my guard down when I'm with you.

I don't have to be Senator Talbot's son.

I can be myself.

I love you, Simon.

I love you too.

What?

Did you forget what day it is?

- No. Our special day is tomorrow.
- We’re starting early.

Is that wise?

I don't give a damn.

I waited long enough.

So prepare to be pleasured, my dear.

- Now?
- Now.

Now comes the fun part.

- Are you ready?
- Yes.

I think we need more chocolate.
What do you think?

Definitely more.

You’d better hold on tight because
I’m planning to be thorough.

As am I.

Dear Gabriel, if I may.

Recently, I was contacted by Michael
Wasserstein, our family attorney,

telling me that you were making inquiries
about our father, Owen Davies.

I was told that you wanted to learn
more about his family history.

My name is Kelly Davies-Schultz.

And I'm your half sister.