All language subtitles for Exteriors - 2023

[Logan] - Really can't see this working.

[Wyatt] - You don't need
expensive photographers

with expensive studios
for headshots anymore.

- I couldn't even if I wanted to.

- Right.

I'm telling you these
apps can do everything.

Okay, give me one more sexy, sultry look.

Yes!

Perfect.
Check these out.

- Wow.
- See, you were all worried.

- No, I was afraid that they would look
like our Instagram selfie.

- I take great Instagram selfies.

- Oh, that's a good one.

- They're all good.

- You know, this actually might work.

- I'll spruce them up in
Lightroom and they'll be pro.

- You're the best, thanks.

- What are best, squirrelfriends for?

- I should probably
be getting back to my car.

- I'll go with you.
- You sure?

- Yeah, I got the right shoes on for it.

Plus, I want to hear about the guy.

- What guy?

- Come on.

- Ah, yes, the guy.

- This is the ad
copywriter turned screenwriter.

- It was from the S.A.G. event, yeah.

- It was fun, you
should have come with me.

- I burned my S.A.G. card in a ritual fire,

but enough about
Wyatt's non-acting career.

- This was old school.

- Thunderbolt swept you off your feet.

- I'm telling you, there's
a difference meeting someone

for the first time without any
preconceived notions.

I mean, you know there was no Tinder,
Grindr, Scruff, or whatever.

It was just two faces
across a crowded room,

attracted to each other in the moment.

- Sounds organic.

- Trust me, Wyatt,
texting has nothing on talking.

- So he just walked up to
you and started talking?

- Yeah, fought his way through
the throng and introduced himself.

Now, at first, I will admit, I thought
that he was doing the Hollywood thing.

You know, especially when he opened with,

"Hey, didn't I see you in that
Marvel movie that one time?"

- Here we go.

- But he pivoted quickly.

It was kind of like he
knew this was different too.

That typical Hollywood
hustle, it would be like an insult.

It's kind of sweet if
you tilt your expectations.

- Describe the pivot.

- He apologized and came clean.

He said that he saw me, was attracted
to me, wanted to meet me.

He said he couldn't let the pitch go by.

He just made his intentions clear?

I don't know about his intentions, but he
definitely made his feelings very clear.

- Feelings for you?

- I don't know. It was more like his
feelings for the situation, the moment.

- I'm just jealous.

- Well, it gets better.

He said, or he suggested, that we
should get a drink at the bungalow.

- But isn't the bungalow in

- In Santa Monica on the water.

- And isn't that the opposite from

- From Glendale, I know!

And I didn't care.

Like, he drove,
and the entire way there,

all we did was just
talk about everything.

- Everything?

- Things I haven't said to anyone.

- Even me?

- It's not that I'm
keeping things from you, Wyatt.

It's just there are things that I don't
normally think about on

a day-to-day basis, normally.

It was just so great,
and it felt so perfect.

He told me about what he dreams about,
what he's scared of, who he loves.

- He said he loved you?

- No, it was the last guy that he was with.

You could tell he really loved him, but
yeah, the other guy cheated on him.

- Oh.

- Yeah, multiple times.

- Which was, I mean,
actually kind of endearing.

You find emotional baggage endearing?

- No, not that. It's just, I mean, no one
is faithful anymore.

I mean, not like that 1950s
old-school faithful, you know?

It's all about polyamory, open
relationships, throuples.

Not that there's anything
wrong with that, of course.

But I just loved his vulnerability.

I mean, he really was hurt.

It was that Princess Bride,

true love for him, you know?

I just think he's
scared to fall in love again.

- So did he just, like, profess his love
right there in the bungalow lounge?

- No.

But he did say he could see himself
falling for me, and I agreed.

I told him the same thing.

- At his place?

- No, no, no, no, no, this was in the
car, on the way home.

He drove me all the way home, and he
didn't even ask to come inside.

I mean, we didn't even kiss.

We just hugged.

Like we both wanted to
keep holding on to the moment.

- But you would have.

- What?

- Invited him in, slept with him?

- I don't know.

Like, we were fiercely
attracted to each other, obviously.

But, I mean, there was no sexual tension.

Like, it felt different.

I didn't need to have sex with him.

And for two people who find themselves

pretty emotionally unavailable
to cross paths like that?

I mean, it's magical.

I mean, it's like a miracle, really.

And the last thing he said to me
before driving off was,

"This was one of the
best days of my life."

- It feels good to
believe in optimism again.

- But moving forward...

- Oh yeah, sure, do me daddy.

- Of course.

So when are you going to see him again?

- Soon, I hope.

- Hmm.

Logan.

- What?

- You look...

- What?

- Happy.

- Yeah, I am.

Because of a guy.

Imagine that.

Forgot what that feels like.

- Well, it sounds like love to me.

Well, at least what
I've heard from Ted Talks.

- Okay, well, I will
plead the Fifth on that one.

Okay, but please, please tell me that

there is someone on
your radar these days?

- Not really.

- Come on, you're all Cubano,
and Caliente, and literate.

You've got game, why
don't you play a little bit?

- You know, I would have slept with you
if we would have made a move.

- Please, we were working together.

- Plus, now we're great girlfriends, right?

- Right.

- Can I drive you home?

- No, I'm going to hit the bookstore.

I'll take an Uber.

- I can drop you off.

- No, I want to walk.

I want to close my rings.

- Did I say something wrong?
- No.

- Are you sure?

- I just...

I want to pick up a
copy of Inherent Vice.

- Hmm.

I feel like you've read that already.

- A couple years ago, but I lost my copy.

- Okay.

- But we're cool, though, right?

- Totally.

- Where do you want to
do lunch on Thursday?

- We'll meet at the steps
and we'll decide then.

- Okay.

Sounds good.

Logan?

- Yeah.

- You're new headshots
they're for him, aren't they?

- Go get your book.

- Hello?
- Shane?

- Yes.
- It's Wyatt.

- Hi.

- Uh...

- Hi?

- Hello.

- Still going to...

- Are you going to keep... Okay.

Want something to drink?

- Anything.

- Still like tequila and ice?

- Sure.

- Wyatt, are you okay?

- I need to talk to you.

- About what?

- Ooh.

You redecorated.

I like the old couch
better than this one.

- Is this about getting your
copy of Inherent Vice back?

I'm pretty sure I've got
it around here somewhere.

- You're a screenwriter now?

- With William and Morris.

No more ten-second social media quips?

Stepping it up.

- Where do you hear that?

- It's not true?

- It is true.

I don't see how you
could possibly know that?

- One of the best days of my life.

- Rekindled my belief in optimism.

- Logan.

You know him?

- Logan Barnes. Actor,

has a cat named Ferocious,

versatile bottom...

- We're best squirrel friends.

- I took his new headshots today,

probably for you after you dangled some

forlorn script of yours
in a layer of developmental hell.

Surprised?

You shouldn't be.

- Really is a small town.

I don't care what anybody has to say.

- He told you about me.

- Not in the classic sense.

Not that he had to, because I caught on
pretty quickly that it was you.

Still going to the bungalow?

Christ.

- Did you tell him about us?

- Not yet.

- What does that mean?

- Are you in love with him?

- Why should I tell you?

- You think I'm jealous.

- Aren't you?

- Why would I be?

I'm not in love with you.

In fact,

I haven't really
thought about you at all.

- You betrayed yourself as this
traumatized, cheated on, true love guy.

- Logan said that?

- Kind of.

- I'm adding some color.

- You have no right to know
anything about that night.

Okay, game's over.

You can go now.

- Why?

- I find your behavior disturbing.

- Have no fear.

- I'm very aware of

my disturbing behavior.

- So this is Wyatt, all systems nominal?

- See, you still know me.

- Are you scared?

- A little.

- Yeah, I--

- What do you want, Wyatt?

Why come here?

- Honestly, I'm not sure.

You're the only person
I can really talk to about this.

Can't talk to Logan.

Call it passion in the moment,

but I was pretty sure I can still get
your attention even after two years.

Anyway, how have you been?

- Wait, no.

Why do you need to get my
attention after two years?

- I miss our late night talks.

We'd lie in bed, sweaty, out of breath.

We'd talk.

You'd say how much you
enjoyed listening to me.

- What do you want to know, Wyatt?

- I was so pissed when I heard about you
and Logan, which was weird enough,

but then it went a whole
different level when I got--

I don't know, sad?

Again, just to be clear, I'm not still

hung up on you or anything.

Maybe it's the loss of memories, moments,

if you will, that I thought
were just exclusively mine.

- You think I belong
to you and you alone?

- I meant Logan, you sap.

- Logan doesn't belong
to you either, little boy.

- Hmm, little boy?

Don't call me that again.

- Little boy, you can go now.

- I took those headshots for Logan so he
wouldn't waste his money on you.

Don't get his hopes up by dangling some
script in front of his face.

- Jesus.

- Your sense of humor really has
evaporated, hasn't it?

- Okay.

- What do you want, Shane?

- You know, I don't really know either.

- I'll try and help then.

Are you gonna fuck
Logan next time you see him?

- That's none of your business.

Try again.

- You're gonna be so bored, quickly.

- How do you know?

- You'll never get over that first date.

You'll never feel
that pristine rush again.

- Hold on here.

Are you still angry with me?

- I don't know if I'd call it angry.

- Logan?

- Poor delusional Logan.

- Don't call him delusional.

- You know, it's not you I'm angry with.

I'm pissed about how we

ended up here right now.

Here? Right now?

- It's no one's fault, really.

- Well that's debatable, Wyatt.

- What do you mean?

- I mean, you're the villain in our
story, and don't you pretend to deny it.

- Why?

Because I fucked another
human, or did I belong to you?

You fucking hypocrite.

- It wasn't the cheating.

It was the motive.

You were sleeping with that agent,

trying to get better roles and auditions.

- Yeah, I can't deny that.

- It's a pathetic Hollywood cliche.

- You forced it.

- Interrogated me like I was a criminal.

I wasn't ready for that, so I said

whatever was on my mind in the moment.

- And you have a
different perspective now?

- I didn't just do it to
enhance my acting career.

I was curious.

I wanted different experiences.

- Oh, well, if you
wanted different experiences.

- I wanted to fuck guys too.

- With you?

- I was the bottom.

- One way, your way.

- Pretty villainous if you ask me.

- Well, your orgasms betray that story.

- It's because you never seen
me at home come with my dildo.

- Leave.

Now, before I do
something to you, I will regret.

- Do it?

And you'll never see Logan again.

- Fine.

I'll leave.

- You live here.

Go to hell!

- Shane, don't run away again.

- Why not?

- Because it might be love.

- I don't even know
how to respond to that.

- I always hurt the
guys that I truly love.

Congratulations.

I might love you.

- I just wish I was more sure.

- Well, my life has become--

- Come on, now, who's
sense of humor has dried up?

You like this.

It's fun.

Sparring just like old times.

- I am not sparring.

- Sure you are.

We've always had that rhythm.

Good luck having that with Logan,
Mr. Carved Out of Cream Cheese.

- No, no, no.

You're just pissed because you lost.

You always thought I'd be there.

- You're already proving my point.

You need me to love you,

even after we broke up,

and even if the only place where that's
true is inside your own mind.

- Possibly, but I don't think you're
seeing the bigger picture.

- We're done, Wyatt.

I can't be with you.

- Big picture.

- I hear that.

- But why not?

- I'm serious.

- Because I am moving very, very quickly
from contempt to outright hatred of you.

- But you loved me intensely.

Logan was very detailed and specific.

You were wrecked.

He even told me about that crazy summer
you had in Napa before we met.

- Wyatt...

- Fell for some married guy and
confused the shit out of him

before he ran back to
his husband in Seattle?

- Stop it.

- Not to mention you fucked
said married man's best friend

who's recovering from a suicide attempt?

Jesus.

No wonder you fell for me
right when you got to L.A.

Talk about reverse gun shy.

- You're not as smart
as you think you are.

- I'm not as smart as you.

But I know you don't do well with
cuddly Golden Retriever style guys.

Your track record proves that.

You need a Jack Russell Terrier.

Someone cunning.

- Quick.

- You know.

You might be right.

I never told you that.

Hurting you wounded me
deeper than I could ever imagine.

I changed the way I
navigated through the world, I...

left acting,

I made better friends.

You... you influenced me.

- Uh-uh.

It can't be that easy.

- Can't help it, I guess.

- Why not?

- Because I...

I probably still love you too.

- What about Logan?

- I told you before.

- I'm on the fence.

It's...

It's different with him.

- I can spend the night in your bed.

- My body would be yours.

- No promises.

No guarantees.

I am who I am and the question is,

can you accept that?

Accept me?

- I don't know.

- What did you love about me?

- You'll dig this.

Your honesty.

- Your...

- brutal honesty.

I trusted that.

- Trusted you.

- I did cheat on you and
not just with the agent.

- Maybe it wasn't cheating.

I tried hard not to fix you.

Not to see you as emotionally immature.

- I don't know.
I didn't want you getting hurt?

- I can't remember you
ever getting in my face.

Throwing it back at me. Am I wrong?

- I was too observant. I was too passive.

I thought that if I just
listened close enough,

I could understand you.

- You didn't answer my question.

- I don't know.

What do you mean by "getting in your face"?

- If you don't know, you're going to make
the same mistakes again with Logan.

He'll end up just another traumatized
notch in your bed frame.

- Were you traumatized?
- Yeah.

- How?

- Love's supposed to make people happy.

I stopped believing in that.

- We had good times?

- Sure, but I still feel defective.

An "open box" return.

- Join the club.

- Hell, I can't even measure up to a dildo.

- I'm not right for you.

You're way too nice.

It's better that you

and Logan end up together.

[phone ringing]

- It's Logan.

- Hey, Shane. I got some new headshots.

- Hey, can I call you right back?

- Is someone there?
- No, it's just uhhh

- Oh, I'm so sorry. You must be busy.

Let me call you right back.

- Hey, Wyatt.

- It's yours.

- You want it?

- It's just wild.
I mean you look great. I just can't...

- Hey, Wyatt!

Sorry, one sec. Wyatt, Wyatt,
I want to introduce you to someone.

This is Shane.

- The guy.

- Shane, this is my best friend, Wyatt.

I was just walking by
while I was waiting for you.

Talk about fate, right?

- It's nice to meet you.

- You too, Wyatt.

- This is perfect.
Now we while I was waiting for you.

- Full disclosure, Shane, I did tell

Wyatt about you, but only Wyatt.

So far.

- Choose.

- What?

- Shoes. Such cute shoes.

- Oh. Thank you.

He has great taste in everything.

- I have no doubt in that.
He chose you, and that's enough for me.

- Oh, gee. See, I told you
he's my best friend.

- And that is my cue.

- What cue?

- Dear Logan,

I still know when to step
out of a star's spotlight.

- It was nice seeing you.

- You too.

- You boys have fun.

- Do you think I should go after him?

- I think he wants to give us some space.

- Yeah. I guess.

- Um, so, I mean, again, we can go...

(Soft piano music)

- Ah, hell.

- Ron, the code you gave isn't working.

Do you want to read it to me again?

- One, four, six, nine.

- Ah, yep. All good. Sorry about that.

- Oh. It is a beautiful house.

I can see why you
serviced this one yourself.

- No, no. I'm grateful for the extra hours.

It really helps me out.

- Well, you have a good time.
I will take care of everything here.

- Okay. Catch something big.

- I meant a fish, you degenerate.

- [car driving up]

- Hey, I made it.

- Ah, yeah. Got my feet up and everything.

- The pool guy just got here.

There's supposed to be a pool guy, right?

- Okay. Good.

- Drive was easy.

- No, I stopped in the store on the way in.

So I'm set.

- Oh, you know, probably take a shower,

jump in the pool,

get a good night's sleep?

- Ahhhhh.

- Early. Probably going to
hit the road around like nine?

- Okay. I'll see you tomorrow.

- Yeah. You too.

[birds chirping]

- Hi.

- I hate to be so forward,
but do I look familiar?

- Uh, a little. Have we met?

- Yeah. Yeah, we have. About
eight years ago in the Russian River.

It's okay, really. It's a good memory.

For me it was, anyway.

You had longer hair back then.

- I did. My long hair don't care phase.

Sorry. I'm totally ambushing you.

- No. It's just a surprise seeing you here.

- Yeah. You're telling me.
This is my first time working here.

Normally my boss services the pool.

Is this your house?

He said someone famous lives here.

- No. It's my best friend's.

I guess he's the famous one.

- Who is it? Is he here?

- I get it. Privacy and all.

- Yeah. Something like that.

- Well. It was really
great seeing you again.

- Yeah. You too.

- Is it okay to swim in?

- Oh, sure. It's saltwater and it's been
very well taken care of.

- Go for it.

[water splashing]

- Um, my car won't start.

It's been giving me trouble,

but it's never done this before.

- How many more pools do
you have to get to today?

- Um, none. This was it. It's my day off.

I was just doing my boss a favor.

- Hang out here for a while.

- No.

- I'd like you to. We can catch up.

You can tell me what you've
been up to the past eight years.

- I'm gonna get changed real quick.

There's plenty of drinks in the fridge.

Help yourself to whatever you want.

Be back in a second.

- Thanks.

- Wow.

- Jesus.

- It never gets old.

- I still can't believe
I'm here. With you.

- How come you never reached out?

- You had a boyfriend.

- Still with him?

- Uh, my husband now.

- Oh. No ring.

Congratulations?

- Thank you?

- No, really. I'm happy
for you. You deserve it.

- What about you?

- Single.

- Have you ever...

- I fell in love with you.

- God. I can't believe I just said that.

- It's okay.

- I just... I never thought
I'd see you again.

- Why'd you go to the
Russian River eight years ago?

- I was always kind of an introvert.

Grew up in a small town.

My mom and I moved here to
live with my aunt after my dad died.

Six months later, my aunt dies,
and it was just mom and me.

- How old were you?

- Twelve? Thirteen.

You should have seen me.

Couldn't have been more
than 60 pounds soaking wet.

I loved my mom.

I never really had a lot of friends
growing up, but it didn't matter.

Because I had her.

She was just that cool.

She probably knew
I was gay before I did.

She walked in on me and the neighbor kid

playing strip Monopoly
and just laughed and closed the door.

- Oh, dear.
- We kept playing.

Landing on Boardwalk wasn't 2,000 bucks,

it was two minutes of sucking dick.

Yeah. It seems like we landed on that

every time we went around the board.

What are the odds of that, right?

I'm just shy of 21 years old,
and my mom dies.

Cerebral hemorrhage.

And I was suddenly all alone.

No close friends, no other family.

Had to handle all of my mom's affairs.

Saddest thing I've ever done.

Got depressed.

Had to move out of the house.

Got very depressed.

Suddenly, I'd had enough.

Too many sad days in a row with no one

near me to take my mind off of them.

So I took all the money I had, basically,

and booked a one-way ticket
to the Russian River.

- A one-way ticket?

Starting over in the beauty of nature?

- Ending it in the beauty of nature.

I wasn't sure how I was going to do it,

but my mom had a bad back.

So I had some pills that would probably

do the job if I drank enough tequila shots?

But I wasn't 100% sure.

All I knew was that
I was going to get laid first,

and then figure out how
I was going to take myself out.

And I wasn't going to
cruise an app or hire a guy.

I wanted to talk to one
more person, face to face.

It was so liberating, actually.

Normally, I'd never go to a bar or a party

and start talking to someone I liked but
knowing I'd be gone by the weekend,

nothing to lose, right?

I'd never see the guy again.

Got my overpriced suite at the Stavrand,

and took a long hot bath, and walked
downtown to the Rainbow Cattle Company.

And I saw you, sitting
at the bar by yourself.

And you were so cute.

And I thought to myself,
"This is the guy."

You said you had a boyfriend,
but I guess you felt sorry for me?

Which was fine because I was already

feeling so sorry for myself.

We went back to the Stavrand, and...

- I have to confess something.

I don't remember your name.

- Oh, it's Jason. It's cool.
Eight years is...

- What's my name?

- What? I don't...

- Jason, what's my name?

- Andrew. Andy.

- Andy what?

- You never told me your last name.

- I never told you anything, Jason.

We've never met.

- That's... no, I don't...

- My name is Ken. Everyone calls me Kenny.

I was born and raised in L.A.

I moved to Seattle with
my husband about four years ago.

- You're lying.

- I almost wish I was.

You know I'm not.

- I'm gonna call a rideshare service.

I'm really sorry to have bothered you.

- Jason, I'm so sorry. Please don't leave.

- You're cruel. Misleading me like that.

- I wasn't. I didn't know.

- How could you not know?

- Because I was at the Russian
River eight years ago.

I did have a boyfriend and
I did hook up with someone.

It could have been you.

But then you said you met your guy
at the Rainbow Cattle Company.

I met my guy at the Triple R
and I spent the night with him there.

It's the only time I've been to Guernville.

I really am sorry.

I promise I didn't intend to lie to you.

It's just a crazy awful misunderstanding.

It's no one's fault.

-I know.

I'm just so embarrassed.

It's so humiliating.

- It's not. I'm flattered that
you thought I was him.

Sounds like he was a good guy.

- I was so sure.

[cell phone vibrates]

- Just give me a second.

Hey.

Yep. Safe and sound.

Yes, it's still lovely. Listen, I...

Oh, no, definitely take your call from work.

Okay, I'll call you later. Love you.

- Your husband?

- Yeah.

- You should call him back.

- I will.

- I really shouldn't.

- Are you in recovery?

- No.

- Then a drink won't kill you.

- Okay.

Ugh.

- Yeah. It's really good stuff.

The owner doesn't

drink so he won't miss it.

Yep. One more

for good luck.

- Why not?

[glasses clink]

Oh, I don't think that helped.

- I got this pizza I was
going to heat up. You want...?

- If you're buying...

Are you happy, Kenny?

- Am I happy?

- Being married.

- Yes.

Not every minute, but overall,
yes. Why do you ask?

- Because you're here. Without your husband.

With me.

- No such thing as a simple marriage.

- Oh, come on.
I think you owe me a little bit.

- Okay.

So the last time I was in this house
was about three years ago.

My friend was staying here recovering

from all kinds of problems.

So I came up here and spent the summer

with him to help him out.

- That's incredibly sweet of you.

- Thank you, but at the time,
helping my friend

through a nervous breakdown was a lot

less stressful of an option than
being at home with my husband.

I felt trapped.

I didn't recognize myself or my life.

At first,

it was a relief being 800 miles away.

Away from the manipulation and the
passive aggressiveness.

The life I found myself in and didn't
know how I ended up with.

And there was this guy staying in
the guest house here.

Things got tangled.

He thought he loved me.

I almost thought I might love him...

- And?

- And we spent one amazing night together.

But it all seemed like an impulsive
fantasy by the next morning.

It was delusional.

I woke up to the reality.

Realized what I could be losing.

- Losing what?

A controlling and dominating husband?

- He was just scared.

So was I. We both had feelings we
didn't know how to process.

But therapy can be a wonderful thing.

- Yet here you are.

800 miles away from him again.

- We agreed that once a year
I can take a trip. Alone.

It's good. By the end of it
I start to miss him.

I look forward to coming home to him.

He's a good person. We make a good team.

- So strange.

That's exactly how I felt
when we, when I met him, Andy.

Oh, Jesus. I'm embarrassing myself again.

No wonder I'm still single.

- Jason.

- Kenny.

- Andy. He meant... means
a lot to you still, right?

- I think so. Yes. I think about him almost
every day and have for eight years.

- Okay. So... tell him.

Tell me like you would tell him.

Jason, how did I change your life?

It's okay. You can say it.

You could say anything to me.

- I was so sad.

But you were so kind to me.

I remember you asked if you could be my

boyfriend for the weekend. Remember?

- Yeah.

- You asked if that would be okay.

And I said it would be.

- It was so easy. I liked you right away.

- You'd been to the Russian River before.

So you showed me all the sights.

We went hiking. Paddled down the river.

- Remember all those tents
on the side of the river?

- I remember you called it

the "Bear Den of Iniquity".

Thank God you had that
beautiful suite at the Stavrand.

- I lost all sense of time with you.

Everything was fun.

I was so nervous walking back to the suite.

I wanted to have sex with you so badly.

- And?

- You said it would be one night.

If that was okay.

Because you had a boyfriend.

- Was it okay?

- It was perfect.

You were perfect.

Except for the boyfriend, of course.

- Of course.

- I just... I never felt that way
about a guy before.

That synergy that everyone
seems to talk about.

After that, I didn't want to check
out of the game anymore.

You left that Sunday
and I stayed two more days.

And I made more friends.

One of whom offered me a job.

Working as a dispatcher
for his pool service.

Eight years later
and I'm in line to run his business

when he retires in about two years.

It's a good life.

And I've always thought
it was because of you.

- You got yourself here, Jason.

I still think about you all the time.

[phone vibrating]

Saved by the buzz.

- Hey.

- Please don't tell me the pool is broken.

- Just wanted to give it one last check.

Not sure when I'll be here again.

- I'm glad you're still here.

You want to get some breakfast?

- Thanks, but...

I've got a lot of catching up to do

with the car and everything.

Plus you've got to get
on the road to L.A., right?

- I've still got some time.

Want me to call you a tow
truck or something?

- You know what?

I feel like I've got magic in my hands.

Come on.

[car door opens]

Do we feel lucky?

[car engine starts]

Yes, sir. I told you I felt the magic.

[car door closes]

- I'd still get it fixed, though.

- I'm going to drive it
straight to the auto shop.

- Good.

- Well, Kenny, it's been interesting.

- It has.

- Can I give you my number?

I don't have to have yours.

It'd just be nice to--

- Stop it. Just give me your phone.

Thank you, Kenny.

- You're welcome, Jason.

[kissing]

[car driving away]

[phone vibration]

- Hey, Lex what's the tea?

Yes, I'm awake.

Yeah, I'm going to grab some breakfast

and then I'm going to hit the road.

Actually, it's been--

You know what? I'll tell you
about it when I get there.

Yes, keep your mind in the gutter.

That's not--

- It is.

- Peter, this is--

- Just between colleagues.

- Scotch?

- Does it matter?

- Not anymore.

- It feels like you're holding back.

- Um, no.

- Were you able to
perform sexually on your date?

You mentioned in the last session that

you were anxious about that.

- I didn't. I couldn't.

- Why couldn't you?

- Because.

I was thinking about you instead.

I'm sorry, Dr. Lesh. I--

I'm so nervous.

- Don't be.

- I just feel I should be
completely honest with you.

- I appreciate that, Lex.

- It's all kinds of wrong.

- No, it's not...uncommon in a
patient-therapist relationship.

- No, just totally unethical.

You'd lose your license.

Would you go to jail?

[nervous laugh]

- Ummm...in this state, I might.

- But,

if I wasn't your client--

- Um, that would still be a gray area, Lex.

- You're fired.

Now fuck me. Right here.

[Moans]

[Knocking]

- Come on in, Lex.

- I know I'm a little early.

- Just five minutes. It's fine.

Have a seat. I'll be just a second.

[Sighs] Okay.

Would you like some water or anything?

- No, thank you. I'm fine.

- It's really good to see you.

- Thanks. You too.

- So, were you able to go on your date?

- With, Josh? Yes.

- Good! How'd it go?

- Honestly, it went better

than I thought it would.

- How so?

- He didn't bring up "the story".

- And that surprised you?

- Kind of. You're not surprised?

- Well, I mean, it's been a while

since you've been in the
public eye of the media.

It seems logical that he may not have
heard of you or your case.

- That's probably because the name
I used on the dating app was Alex Todd.

And not Lex Frazier.

- Do you feel guilty about that?

- Not really.

I can tell him when
I see him on Saturday.

- Oh, so there's a second date?

That's promising.

- It's just a hike in Griffith Park.

- No, no, no. It's progress, Lex.

So, do you feel attracted to Josh
in the same way you were with Shane?

- This feels different.

Shane was special and intense.

This feels more,

gosh, I want to say "safe"?

But that makes Josh
sound boring and he's not.

He's cute.

I want to see him again.

- How did the date end?

We hugged goodbye and then he kind
of pulled me in close and kissed me.

It was quick, but soft.

And he apologized, but I
told him it was all right.

And that's when I kissed him back.

- Well, that's a big step.

- I know, right?

It was nice. I liked it.

- Hey.

- Hey.

Whatever you picked up smells great.

- Let's hope so. It's chicken tenders.

Can't make some chicken tenders.

You okay?

You seem tired.

-Uhhh...

No.

Yeah.

No, no, no.

Just a challenging patient.

- Well, it sucks when you have a tough day

at work and you can't
even talk about it with me.

- I mean, I could in a way but you're right.

Limited context and hypotheticals and...

It's all right.

So did you want to do
anything for our anniversary?

- Oh my God, that's next week. Shit.

- What?

- That's when I'm at MLADS.

Oh, I thought that was in Century City?

- Yeah, but I still have to go early

and set up the booth

and give my presentation.

So I leave Saturday,

oversee everything. Remember?

- Huh.

Well, I guess I just confused the dates.

- We'll do something when I get back.

Sure.

- What's wrong?

- Wrong?

What do you mean?

- You've been acting

different these past two weeks.

- I have?

- You don't think so?

- Not particularly, no.

- Why were you lying to me?

- Jesus, Michael.

- I don't know why you won't admit it.

- Michael, it's late.

We agreed not to have charged
conversations this late.

It's counterproductive

and then we both end up...

- End up saying things we don't really mean.

Of course.

- My apologies,

Doctor Lesh.

[Dr. Lesh] - You don't have a problem
with me taking notes, do you?

[Lex] - No, it's fine.

As long as those notes stay locked up.

I can't have my deepest, darkest sex
fantasies splashed all over Buzzfeed.

[tape rewinding]

[Dr. Lesh] - Lex, what do you feel
is shameful about what you enjoy sexually?

[Lex] - Shame is the wrong word.

- Maybe if you told me what made
sex with Shane so powerful for you?

- Shane knew everything about me.

The shooting, the trial,

the press coverage.

But--

it never hung over our heads

like... like some toxic cloud.

I could totally relax.

Which is why he could
actually fuck me and I enjoyed it.

I thought the total ultimate thing with
Shane would be where I was

absolutely loyal to him.

Anything he wanted to do, I'd say yes to.

I'd be a completely submissive partner.

Never contradicting him.

Never disagreeing with him.

Just be his... slave.

I wouldn't need to be me anymore.

I thought he wanted that

and wouldn't "abuse the privilege".

I never felt that with anyone before.

The thought of it still turns me on.

Is that fucked up or what?

- No. I think loyalty to a
partner can be very honorable.

- But not when it means losing me, right?

- No.

- Well,

I'm always myself when I'm here,
so I'll just stay loyal to you.

[moans]

[door opens and closes]

- Peter, got a minute?

- Morning, Jim.

Come on in.

Coffee?

- No, thanks.

I wanted to ask you about Lex Fraser.

How's that going?

Uh, we're really comfortable
with each other right now.

- Seeing progress?

- Oh, yeah, absolutely.

I mean, he's making
an effort to see men again.

- That's good.

- Jim?

- I'm really glad you took
on Lex as a patient.

- Me too.

Thank you for the referral,

you know, for thinking of me.

- I wanted to...

Peter, you didn't think I asked you to
treat Lex just because you're gay, right?

- Well, if that were true, it's not
the worst reason for a referral.

I wouldn't take offense.

But I also kind of remember you talking

about how you wanted
to scale back your workload

and that you'd taken Lex
as far as you could?

- No, that was all bullshit.

- Bullshit?

About three months ago,

I was contacted by someone.

I won't say who.

Let's just call them a "media outlet"

who's very interested in the
whole Lex Fraser saga.

- Oh, God.

- They offered me money.

Real money.

Money that would take the sting
off my divorce, that's for sure.

- Jesus, Jim.

- I was so tempted.

I actually considered it.

That's when I knew

I couldn't work with Lex anymore.

Hell, I wasn't even sure

I could be a shrink anymore.

I just...

I wanted you to know.

- Why?

You could still make the deal with TMZ

or Buzzfeed or whoever the hell you talk to.

- That's why I'm telling you!

If any of this went public,

you could identify me.

I'd be finished.

- Well, I'm not worried.

You'd never do it.

- Let's hope not.

For both our sakes.

- All packed?

- Hope so.

- Back Friday?

- Friday evening, yeah.

- Want me to cook? Or...

-They'll probably feed us
something after we pack up the booth.

- Okay.

- Hey.

- I'm sorry.

- For what?

- For this.

The conference.

- Stop it.

It's part of your job. It's every year.

- You're good?

- Fine. Have a good time.

- Call you tomorrow.

- Sounds good.

[ominous music]

[Lex] - I can tell him when
I see him on Saturday.

[Dr. Lesh] Oh, so there's a second date?

That's promising.

[Lex] - It's just a hike in Griffith Park.

[Dr. Lesh] - No, no, it's progress, Lex.

[Dr. Lesh] - So, do you feel attracted
to Josh in the same way you were with Shane?

[Lex] - This feels different.

Shane was special and intense.

This feels more,

gosh, I want to say safe,

but that makes Josh
sound boring and he's not.

He's cute.

I want to see him again.

We hugged goodbye and then he kind of

pulled me in close and kissed me.

It was quick, but soft.

And he apologized, but I
told him it was all right.

And that's when I kissed him back.

- Hey.

[Michael] - Hey, what you doing?

- How did the setup go?

- Not bad. I think everything is ready.

My boss is freaking out, of course,
but once she takes her Propanerol,

it'll be good.

What did you have for dinner?

- Um, I actually haven't eaten yet.

- Have the leftover salmon
in the fridge. It's good.

Peter? You there?

- Having a hard time hearing you.

Get some rest. Have a good conference.

- Oh, thanks, yeah.

- Well, Lex, you look positively glowing.

- Yeah, I kind of am.

- Would this be because
of your hike with... Josh?

- I was hoping to talk about that.

Oh, believe me,

I'm eager to hear all about it.

- The hike was pretty much perfect.

Josh is so sweet.

He's a software engineer,

but really down to earth.

He doesn't rattle me with cyber gunk
that makes me feel stupid.

He's working at a conference in
Century City and is busy as hell,

but still made time to hike with me,

which is just rare these days.

- Did you tell Josh your real name
like you had intended?

- I did. I didn't go into all the "stuff",

but I told him my name.

He was totally fine, almost like he
understood why I would have done that.

- Hmm. Well, it seems
very open-minded of him.

- I thought he'd go home, Google my name,

find all the garbage, and ghost me,

but either he did and he didn't care,

or he didn't, and he's amazing and wonderful

because he invited me to his hotel tonight.

- Really?

- It's the Fairmont in Century City.

Are you saying I shouldn't go?

- Um, no, I don't want to
tell you what to do, Lex,

but do you really think you're
comfortable having sex

with someone you just met?

- Oh, I wasn't thinking sex,

just a romantic dinner, hopefully.

- Sure. Sure, no, a romantic
dinner sounds lovely,

and hopefully that's his intention by
inviting you to his hotel tonight.

- I'm just happy the sound system worked.

- Oh, God, me too. Have you thought about
what you were going to do for dinner?

We were going to go to the Habanerro Grill.

- I am dead on my feet.

I'm just going to order room service.

- Oh, fancy. Well, good luck
getting that reimbursed.

- I'll pay for it myself if I have to.

- Well, if you change your mind,

we're at Habenerro's.

- Got it. Good night.

- Good night.

[shower running]

[hair dryer]

[knocking on door]

- Surprise!

- Hey! Why didn't you call?

- It wouldn't have been a surprise.

You look good.

Smell good, too. What, you got a date?

- Just going to meet the gang. Habanerro's.

- Oh, could I come?

- Well, we're just going
over the schedule for tomorrow

and you don't really know anyone,
so it's more of a work thing.

- I see.

- You should have called.

- You go.

I'll stay here and get room service and

I'll wait for you to come back.

- Peter, what is this?

- What do you mean?

- It's not like you to just

show up without calling.

[ominous music]

- You're nervous, Michael.

- You're making me nervous.

- You're keeping something from me.

- I have to go.

- What, to Habanerro's? For dinner?

I don't think so.

- Stop accusing me of whatever--

- Don't bullshit me, Michael!

I'm too smart for that.

- And I'm telling you to leave.

I'll call security if you don't.

- Tell him the truth.

Tonight.

Or I'll tell him for you.

(doorbell rings)

- Hey.

Are you okay?

I'm really sorry I was late.

- No, it's not bad that--

In fact, that probably saved the night.

- Good. I was hoping--

- Lex, I--

- You found it.

- Found?

- I'm getting used to it.

- What?

- Guys find out about my history
and get freaked out.

Don't want to deal with the publicity.

- I'm sorry.

- So he said he was sorry?

- Yeah.

Josh apologized for stalking me online

and reading all about
the shooting and the trial.

[Lex] - He wasn't sure how
to bring it up to me.

- I'm sorry.

Lex, I'm--

I'm sorry. I can't.

- What's wrong?

- No, it's an unusual situation.

- Tell me about it.

- So how did the evening end?

[Michael] - My name's not Josh. It's--

It's Michael.

- Okay.

I'm not single.

I have a husband.

- Does he know?

- I think he found out about all of this.

[Lex] - It wasn't exactly the
romantic evening I'd fantasized about.

- Hmm.

Are you planning on
meeting... Josh... again?

- I doubt it.

Do you love him?

- Of course, I just--

I've just been so unhappy for so long.

- Is he good to you?

- He's--

I guess I just never got used
to being married to a shrink.

- What's his name?

- Why? What does that matter?

- I want to know.

[Lex] - Deception is a boner killer for me.

- For most people, I would hope.

[Michael] - Okay...

Name's Peter.

Wait. Where are you going?

- It's okay.

I understand. But I'm going to leave now.

- Lex--

- Good night, Michael.

[Lex] - It felt good that
I could end it on my terms.

It feels like progress.

- I agree.

Well, Lex, that's our time.

- Oh, um, I won't be able to
make our next appointment.

Just wanted to let you know.

- All right. Um, did you want to reschedule?

- Let me get back to you on that.

- Sure. No problem.

- Bye, Dr. Lesh.

[Jim] - Lex wants to avoid filing a formal
complaint with the licensing board.

- I want to talk to him.

- That's just about the worst idea
you could come up with.

- Eight weeks reimbursement
and transfer back to you?

- Just until I can find
another therapist for him.

Do you have any idea why Lex
would threaten you like this?

Well, you're lucky
he reached out to me first.

But if you can't,

or won't, tell me what's going on,

then I can't help you.

- Actually, you can, Jim. You can testify
on my behalf to Lex's state of mind.

He's delusional. He's unstable.

- Peter, listen, if you're
willing to accept help,

both you and Lex can get on with your lives.

[Jim recorded] - They offered me money.

Real money.

Money that would take the sting
off my divorce, that's for sure.

[Dr. Lesh recorded] - Jesus, Jim.

[Jim recorded] - I was so tempted,

I actually considered it.

That's when I knew

I couldn't work with Lex anymore.

Hell, I wasn't even sure

I could be a shrink anymore.

- If you testify for me,
we can all get on with our lives.

Where are you going?

- Any further conversation between us would

be admissible as evidence.

[Lex] - I want to believe that

I can fall in love with someone,

but I'm scared that
the first guy I like will just...

I'll get so attached so quickly.

I want to feel like that I have the power

within me to simply walk away
if it doesn't feel right.

Then I'll know I'm on the way back.