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PART ONE

Julianne?

Gabriel...

Gabriel!

I’m here.

Are you all right?

I had a nightmare.

I was in the orchard.

We made love under the stars and I fell asleep in your arms.

When I woke up you were gone.

I love you, Beatrice.

I’m not going to leave you.

Do you regret last night?

No.

I’m glad you were my first.

I’m honored to have been your first.

I want to be your last.

I thought she wasn’t gonna call you anymore.

I’m not answering, so it doesn’t matter

In my bed there’s only us.

I haven’t brushed my teeth.

I don’t care.

I’d like to clean up first.

Don’t let Paulina ruin what we have.

I’m not.

I need the sheet to make the bed.

What’s the problem?

Don’t be shy.

If I had my wish, you’d never wear clothes again.

You're frigid.

You're gonna be a lousy lay.

My dearest Julianne,

Thank you for your immeasurable gift.

The only thing I have of value is my heart.

It’s yours, Gabriel.

Why, hello there.

Thank you for the flowers. They’re beautiful.

You’re welcome...

You look troubled.

Is it about Paulina?

I’m upset she’s calling you, but no.

Thank you for the card.

It said what I desperately wanted to hear.

I’m glad...

What’s bothering you?

Was last night everything you’d hoped for?

That’s a strange question.

I know it had to be different for you.

I wasn’t very...

active.

Active?

I didn’t do much to please you.

You pleased me a great deal.

I know you were nervous, but I really enjoyed myself.

We belong to one another in every way now.

I demanded we switch positions.

You didn’t demand, you asked.

I’d like you to demand things of me.

I want to know you want me as desperately as I want you.

I know you dreamed about your first time

being a certain way and I really wanted to give you that,

but I was worried.

Yesterday was a first for me too.

You ordered a feast.

I awoke ravenous this morning...

Open.

Are you happy?

When I was in college the girls would tell awful stories

about their first times.

Most of their boyfriends just grunted and finished quickly.

I decided it would be better to have a chaste affair

of the heart and mind rather than a sexual relationship.

I doubted I’d find anyone who could give me both.

And now I’m in a relationship with a sex god

and I can’t give him anything like the pleasure he gives me.

Sex god?

Teach me.

I promise if you are patient, I’ll improve.

You gave me something...

that I’ve never experienced before.

Love and sex.

You are the only one

who's ever been my lover in the truest sense.

Your allurements and my...

my anticipation...

were like nothing I’ve experienced in my life.

Add to that the experience of making love for the first time.

Words fail me.

You were very gentle.

You loved me with more than just your body.

Thank you.

How do you feel?

A little sore.

Then maybe we should wait.

No!

I want you to look into my eyes and tell me that you love me

as you move inside me.

I’ll remember that for as long as I live.

This morning you were a little bit shy.

I’ll probably always be a little bit shy to be naked in front of you.

Are you cold?

Not while you’re holding me...

Someone might see us.

And nobody gets to see this beautiful body except for me...

Although our neighbors might hear you

for the next few hours.

My goal is to see how many times I can please you

until I can’t hold myself back anymore.

I like the sound of that.

Me too.

- Buona sera. - Buona sera.

You look stunning.

And thank you for my gift.

Now everyone will know that we belong to each other.

Thank you for my dress.

I love it.

And your shoes...

Nice, aren't they?

They’re a good deal more than nice.

If I like your lecture, Professor Emerson,

perhaps I’ll wear them after.

I’ll see that you like my lecture, Ms. Mitchell.

Even if I have to deliver it to you personally,

between the sheets.

Professore... professore...

I’m afraid we have need of you immediately!

Ms. Mitchell has a reserved seat.

Yes, Professore. Shall I accompany your fidanzata?

Shall we go, lady? Thank you.

This way...

Ms. Mitchell, you'll sit here.

- Grazie. - You're welcome.

Professore...

- We should start now. - Okay, thank you very much.

You're welcome.

Good evening.

Tonight I will be speaking to you about Sandro Boticelli's muse.

La Bella Simonetta.

I'm tackling this controversial topic

choosing Botticelli's art work as a representation

of various female archetypes.

We begin Dante's muse and the figure of Beatrice.

She's the ideal of feminine perfection

and was intelligent and compassionate,

and vibrant with the kind of self-love that can only come from God.

She inspires Dante to be a better man.

Now, consider the face of the goddess Venus.

It appears Venus has Beatrice’s face.

They represent two ideal types,

one theological and one secular.

Beatrice is lover of the soul.

Venus is the lover of the body.

Botticelli’s La Bella has both faces.

One of sacrificial love and one of eros...

Even though Venus represents sexual love,

she maintains a venerable modesty,

clutching part of her hair to cover herself.

Her shyness increases the eroticism of her portrayal.

It doesn’t diminish it.

Many people fail to see how modesty and...

and sweetness of temper compound erotic appeal.

Grazie. Thank you.

Grazie. Thank you.

Ti piace questo quadro?

Sì... molto.

I am Giuseppe Pacciani.

Julia Mitchell.

Enchanted.

Your beauty rivals that of La Bella Simonetta.

A drink?

Salute.

I'm a professor of Literature at the university. And you?

I study Dante at The University of Toronto.

Ah, il Poeta.

My specialization is Dante also.

One of my former students is studying there now.

Are you a student's of Professor Emerson’s?

No. I study with someone else.

He is considered good by North American standards.

However, his lecture was an embarrassment.

I see you’ve met my fidanzata.

I suggest you keep your hands to yourself,

unless you’re prepared to lose them.

We've been speaking for quite a while.

She never mentioned you.

Gabriel, this is Professor Pacciani. He’s a Dante specialist.

A thousand apologies.

I should have realized from the way you looked at her

during your speech that... she was yours.

Forgive me, Simonetta.

Darling, I need to find somewhere to put my glass.

I’m sure you know where to put this.

Where are we going?

I don’t want to see another man’s hands on you again.

What do I have to do to make you mine?

I am yours.

No garters tonight?

Am I to assume you wore this for me?

Only you... always.

I want you panting my name.

Don’t make a sound.

You're driving me wild.

Please don’t bite me.

You deserve better than a jealous lover

taking you against a wall...

Forgive me.

I’m not about to undo the trust I saw in your eyes last night.

When I’m in my right mind and...

we have the museum all to ourselves...

Another time.

I could drink you like champagne.

I wish you'd teach me your tricks of seduction.

Only if you will teach me how to love as you love.

Ciao bella.

How are your studies in Toronto coming along?

Tonight I met Professor Emerson and his fidanzata.

His lecture was... pseudo-intellectual.

Is this what passes for excellence in North American universities?

I miss your touch a great deal.

Perhaps, we can rendezvous later in the spring.

Like I wanna have sex with you again.

Emmerson has a fiancée?

The fuck!

Buona sera.

My studies have kept me very busy,

but spring might work for me.

Professor Emmerson is well regarded here, but does lack charisma.

He keeps his private life quite private.

What is his fiancée's name?

Are you okay?

You wouldn’t speak.

I was worried I was too rough.

You didn’t hurt me.

Every time you moved, the most incredible feeling

passed through me.

Every time with you is better than the last.

You never say my name.

I say your name all the time.

It’s a wonder you haven’t come up with a pet name you’d rather I use.

Gabe...

Dante...

or... The Professor.

You never say my name when I make you come.

To me, your name is synonymous with orgasm.

I’m gonna start calling them... "emgasms".

Definitely.

My time, by the way...

Try this one.

- Nice? - Mm-hm.

Can I?

Tastes good.

You too.

Oh, no.

There is something you could buy for me.

Name it.

I want my scar removed.

I don’t like looking at it.

I don’t like that you have to look at it.

I want it gone.

Gladly.

I would like you to do something for me.

What?

I would like you to talk to someone. About what happened.

I talk to you.

I think It would help...

if you had someone to talk to about everything.

About him, Tom, your mother... me.

I'm a difficult man.

It would help if you had someone to talk to.

I will...

but only if you agree to do the same thing.

You were really angry last night

and even though your anger wasn't directed at me,

I still had to bear the brunt of it.

I tried to make up for it.

It bothered me that you were so upset

over an unsolicited pass from a stranger.

You thought sex would relieve your anger and mark me as yours.

I would never hurt you.

I know, and as much as sex with you pleases me...

I don’t wanna become your new drug of choice.

I can’t fix things.

You think that I use sex to... fix things?

I think you used to use sex to combat your loneliness

or to punish yourself.

We are quite a pair.

With our scars and histories.

A tragic romance, I suppose.

The only tragedy would be losing you.

You’ll only lose me if you stop loving me.

I’m a lucky man then. I’ll be able to keep you forever.

What would you say to a week in Umbria?

Umbria? Really?

I rented a villa. We leave tomorrow.

Bella signora. Beautiful lad. Io ho fame.

Grazie. Come, my love.

Qualsiasi cosa tu possa darmi, please!

But he’s hungry. And it’s so cold.

The police will carry him off.

They don’t like panhandlers in the city center. Come on.

People are free to come and sit on the steps of a church.

Sanctuary.

The medieval concept of sanctuary no longer exists.

I know what it’s like to be hungry.

He’ll spend the money on drugs or wine.

It isn’t going to help him.

Even a drug addict deserves a little kindness.

St. Francis of Assisi didn’t make his charity conditional.

He gave to whomever asked.

If I give him something,

he’ll know someone cared enough to help.

Don’t deprive me of an opportunity to give.

- Buona forturna. - Ringrazia a quell'angelo

della tua ragazza per aver avuto pietà di me.

What did he say?

He asked me to thank the angel for her mercy.

Thank you.

I'm not the angel he was referring to.

Grazie.

When you said you rented a villa,

I didn’t think it would be so opulent.

There's also a fireplace... and a hot tub.

I didn’t bring a bathing suit.

Who said anything about bathing suits?

So...

What do you think?

It’s perfect.

I thought it would be good for us to spend some quiet time together.

Our time together isn't usually quiet, Professor.

That’s because you drive me mad.

The hot tub is on the terrace.

I’ll meet you there in 15 minutes.

No clothes for the rest of the evening.

Merry Christmas, Rabbit.

I know it was a rough first semester

and I’m sorry I didn’t do a better job of helping you when you needed it.

I’m proud of you for not quitting.

With a big Vermont hug from your friend, Paul.

I want to please you.

You do so much.

With my mouth.

I feel badly that I haven’t been able to reciprocate.

Julianne, there’s no quid pro quo here.

But since you’re offering...

Is this position all right?

It’s fine.

Better than me on my knees.

That’s right.

I, on the other hand, am happy to kneel before you,

as I have already demonstrated.

I have a strong gag reflex.

It won’t be an issue. I promise.

Please don’t hold my head down.

I wasn’t going to.

Are you all right?

Sweetheart?

I just don’t wanna throw up on you.

Were you sick because of a gag reflex

or because that bastard held you down?

Fucking asshole.

You think I’m dirty?

Far from it.

You’re the closest thing to an angel I’ll ever touch.

But I think we both need to wash away the past.

I’m sorry for being so emotional.

You don’t have to hide your feelings from me.

I should have dumped Simon the first time he was cruel.

I didn’t stand up for myself.

I know that what I told you made you sick,

but believe me, Gabriel,

no one could be more disgusted with myself than I am.

I’m not disgusted with you.

No one deserves to be treated that way.

I still hear his voice in my head.

Because we love each other,

everything between us,

including sex, is a gift.

Not a right.

You have me now.

Let him go.

I don’t want you to do anything you don’t enjoy.

You're safe when you're in my arms.

I’ve never felt more cared for in my life.

You’re teaching me to love.

And I suppose, I’m...

teaching you to love in a way.

We're not perfect,

but we can have happiness. Can’t we?

Yes.

You are an argument for God’s existence.

What?

Your face...

your breasts...

your beautiful back.

St. Thomas Aquinas would've had to add you as his Sixth Way

if he’d ever been blessed enough to see you.

You must have been designed...

and not merely made.

Gabriel!

Will it always be like this?

It will only improve with time.

I’ll see the reflection of all our shared joys

and experiences in your eyes.

Our history will make it better... deeper.

I’m worried about what will happen next year.

Why?

What if I don’t get into the PhD program at Toronto?

I didn’t know that you applied.

I don’t wanna leave you.

I don’t want you to leave me either.

The Toronto program isn’t for you.

You’d have no one to work with.

I can’t supervise you,

and I doubt that Katherine would take on a multi-year commitment.

I thought you wanted to go to Harvard.

It’s so far away.

We can see each other on weekends.

I applied for a sabbatical.

I could come with you for the first year.

I’ll be there at least six years.

We’ll make it work.

I’ll make sure we aren’t separated.

I don't think you...

I’ll fit my job around yours.

That isn’t fair to you.

I won’t let you sacrifice your dreams for me.

Now kiss me... and tell me that you trust me.

All settled in the BNB?

Yes, thank you. We're very comfortable.

This came for you.

FROM: PAUL NORRIS

Thank you, Diane.

You’re welcome, Tom.

So... Gabriel treating you right?

He loves me.

He’s very good to me.

You let me know if he isn’t.

When Gabriel and I drove into town this morning

we went by the house.

I put it up for sale a couple of weeks ago.

Why?

I can’t live in a house where my daughter doesn’t feel safe.

You grew up in that house. I thought you and Deb were plannning...

It’s over with Deb.

I'm sorry.

We had a difference of opinion.

And her kids don’t like me.

Deb sided with Natalie and Simon?

It's been a long time coming.

It feels good to be a free agent...

I wanna take some of the money that I make

and help pay for your education.

You should use it for your retirement.

I’m sure there’ll be enough for everything.

From now on, it’s just you and me, kid.

All right, what can I get you two?

Jelly donut?

Two, please, Diane.

And a lady grey tea.

Alrighty.

You got it.

Men's room calling.

Hello, Jules.

Merry Christmas, Natalie. What can I get for you?

Merry Christmas, Diane.

I’ll just have coffee. I can’t stay long.

Okay.

I need to talk to you about Simon.

You have nothing to say that I wanna hear.

Sit down or I’ll make a scene.

Because of your misunderstanding with Simon,

he has a criminal record.

That record needs to disappear before it embarrasses the Senator.

Fix it. Today.

He’s already plea-bargained.

Say it was a lover’s quarrel gone awry

and now you feel bad having made the whole thing up.

Look at you, for God’s sake.

Simon could never be interested in you.

There isn’t a mark on you.

I have pictures of you that Simon took.

They’re very... colorful.

Do you care if everyone in Selinsgrove

sees these pictures on the internet?

You have the photos.

I’m not going to do it.

- Oh yes, you are. - No, I’m not.

Do you know that Senator Talbot wants to run for President?

I’m working for his campaign.

If you release those photos,

I’ll call Andrew Sampson at the Washington Post.

You remember him?

He wrote that article on Simon’s DUI arrest

and how the Senator intervened.

I don’t believe you.

I’ll tell him that Simon assaulted me,

and then sent the girl he keeps on the side to blackmail me.

There’s no way you’re going to call up a reporter and spill your guts.

If you release those pictures,

you’ll never work for the Senator’s campaign again.

You’ll just be part of an embarrassing scandal

that gets swept under the rug.

I am never going to lie about what he did to me.

You’re just angry that Simon chose me.

You were this pathetic, weak little girl

who didn’t even know how to give a decent blow job!

Not so tough now, are you?

Natalie, go home.

Go home.

You cannot sit in a restaurant and talk like that. Go.

This isn’t over.

Yes, it is. Leave me alone.

What’s wrong, Jules?

Let’s just say Natalie's been horrible to Julia.

You okay?

Goddamn it!

Excuse me.

I am so sorry.

I should have slapped her upside the head.

Talking that kind of trash in my place.

Donut and tea are on the house.

Come on, come on...

This is all my fault.

Deb... Natalie... the house.

I’ve embarrassed you in front of the whole town.

Hey, I don’t wanna hear that kind of garbage.

You’ve never embarrassed me.

I’m proud of you.

The best day of my life was the day you were born.

I’m glad holiday shopping is over.

FROM: PAUL NORRIS

You've been crying.

It’s just the Christmas blues.

I’ll tell you later.

Sweetheart, can I take your jacket?

Gabriel, darling.

I’ve missed you!

What are you doing here?

Richard. As always a pleasure.

I was so sorry to hear about Grace.

Thank you, Paulina.

Rachel. Aaron. Help me in the kitchen.

I didn’t know you had two sisters.

I have only one sister and you know it.

Why are you here?

I’m Julia. We spoke on the phone.

You can’t expect me keep track of all the girls

who’ve answered Gabriel’s phone.

Unless you were one of the girls I spoke with

when I interrupted a ménage?

Do you remember that night, Gabriel?

Why are you here, Paulina?

I came to see you. You wouldn’t return my calls.

Are you on your way to Minnesota?

You know my parents don’t speak to me.

I need to talk to you... alone.

Let me remind you that you are a guest.

I won’t tolerate your disrespect for anyone,

especially Julianne.

Do you understand?

You never treated me like a guest when you were in my mouth.

Julie, are you all right?

No. I need to lie down.

Who is that woman? Why is she here?

You'll have to ask your brother.

Where have you been?

Out.

Where’s Julia?

Upstairs. Or maybe she went to her dad's place.

Why would she do that?

Because you went out with your ex-girlfriend

and left her for three hours...

I hope she dumps your ass.

I’d like to speak with Gabriel.

It’s clear that Paulina needs help.

You should tell Paulina that she can have access

to the trust fund that you’ve set up for her

if she seeks professional help.

Make that a necessary condition.

All right.

I will.

And what of Julia?

Julianne is my...

She's my future.

She’s a student.

Are you being responsible?

Julia is like Grace,

and her willingness to sacrifice herself for those she loves.

I won’t let her to sacrifice her dreams for me.

If you abandon Julia,

you’ll have a serious problem with your siblings as well as with me.

I would never abandon her.

And I won’t live without her.

Then you should marry her.

We’ve only been together for a couple of weeks.

Your actions indicate that she's...

just a partner in a sexual affair,

but your intentions are serious.

I’m committed to her.

There’s no one else.

And yet, Paulina appears,

looking for you,

makes a spectacle in front of Julia and your family.

I can’t help that.

Can’t you?

I find it difficult to believe that somebody's as intelligent as Paulina

would arrive without some hope that overtures would be accepted.

Gabriel?

What time is it?

Six thirty.

Why didn’t anyone wake me?

They were waiting for me.

Where did you go for so long?

Were you with her?

Her drivers license is suspended because of a DUI.

I dropped her off at a hotel.

And we were talking.

Talking? At a hotel?

She’s upset about the turn her life has taken.

Her appearance was a desperate attempt to change direction.

She’s gone, and she won’t be coming back.

I promise.

I told her again that I’ve fallen in love with you.

She has my money and my lawyers.

That’s it.

That’s never been enough for her.

She wants you.

She doesn’t care that you’re with me.

I don’t care what she wants.

You are my future, Julianne.

She’s beautiful... and sexy.

She’s malicious and petty.

You made a child together.

Not by choice.

I hate having to share you.

You will never have to share me, Julianne.

I have to share you with your past.

With Paulina, with Professor Singer,

with countless other women

I’m probably gonna pass on the street in Toronto.

I’ll do my best to protect you

from embarrassing encounters in the future.

It still hurts.

If you were thirsty

and someone offered you water from the ocean,

would you drink it?

Of course not.

And if someone gave you the choice between that water

and a glass of Perrier,

which would you choose?

The Perrier. I don’t see what this has to do with her.

Don’t you?

Don't you see the comparison between you two?

You are my water.

You’re all I need to quench my thirst.

Why would I throw this away for water from the ocean?

Merry Christmas.

Merry Christmas.

I’ve never had a stocking before.

What’s this?

A certain tango against the wall of the Royal Ontario Museum.

Do you like them?

I love them.

MERRY CHRISTMAS

It’s time you had photographs of us

to hang on the walls of your bedroom.

I’d like to do this for you.

You are the greatest gift.

To my Adored Julianne

GIFT CERTIFICATE

Seaweed and salt body wrap?

I’ve made arrangements for you to see a plastic surgeon in Toronto.

He’s confident your scar can be removed completely.

Thank you.

What was in your gift from Paul?

A bottle of maple syrup that I gave to dad,

and a couple of toys.

Toys?

Didn’t he give you a toy bunny?

He has some kind of rabbit fetish.

You have a fetish for women’s shoes.

Professor Pot meet Mr. Kettle.

I’ve never denied my aesthetic appreciation

for women’s footwear.

They’re works of art,

especially when a woman as lovely as you is wearing them.

He gave me a stuffed cow

and a pair of Dante and Beatrice figurines.

Are they anatomically correct action figures?

You’re incorrigible...

Just wondering what kind of action

they were capable of participating in, privately, of course.

Thank you for my presents.

Thank you for taking me to Italy.

You’re welcome.

Richard wants us to go to church.

Good.

Wouldn't a nice Catholic girl like you prefer to go to Mass?

It’s the same God.

Don’t you wanna go?

They’ll... judge me.

We’re all sinners.

If only non-sinners went to church, the churches would be empty.

But why do you still believe in God?

Aren’t you angry with him

for all of the things that happened to you?

Bad things happen to everyone.

Why should my life be any different?

Because you’re good.

Everyone suffers sometimes.

The question is what you do with that suffering, right?

Did you ever read The Brothers Karamazov?

It’s one of my favorites.

Ivan rejects God’s world, yet...

there’s one aspect that he finds surprisingly beautiful.

The sticky little leaves he sees on the trees in spring.

He loves them even though he hates the world around them.

The sticky little leaves aren’t faith or salvation.

They’re the remnant of hope.

Despite the evil he’s seen,

there’s still one good and beautiful thing left.

What are your sticky little leaves?

I don’t know.

I’ve never thought about it before.

Mine was Grace...

and you.

But what about the suffering of the innocent?

What about the babies?

I don’t know why babies die.

I wish they didn’t...

What’s wrong with the rest of us?

Everyone wants to know where evil comes from.

Why doesn’t anyone ask where goodness comes from?

Why are people like Grace and Richard so kind?

There are sticky little leaves, if you look for them.

And when you recognize them...

you can feel God’s presence.

It's fine, it's fine...

- This one is for you... - Thank you.

I heard you met someone.

Her name’s Tammy.

I’m not ready for everyone to give her the third degree yet.

I understand.

This came for you this morning.

- Oh... who’s it from? - Don't know.

This one is for you.

Don't look at that...

It's very delicate.

- This one? - Yeah.

Gabriel?

Gabriel!

Gabriel!

Gabriel! Wait!

Slow down!

Get back to the house!

I’m not leaving you.

Paulina’s never going to let me go.

She needs to start a new life.

She needs your help.

You want me to help her?

After she got on her knees and tried to take my pants down?

What?

It was a desperate attempt by a desperate woman.

Did you say no?

Of course!

What do you take me for?

Were you surprised?

No.

Why weren’t you surprised?

'Cause this is what she does.

Does or did?

What’s the difference?

If I have to explain that to you

then we are more damaged than I thought.

She’d show up on occasion and...

And we'd...

When I asked if Paulina was your mistress, you said no.

She was never my mistress.

Don’t play word games with me!

Especially about your fuck buddies.

That’s beneath you, Julianne.

It’s beneath me to tell the truth,

but you can lie through your teeth!

I never lied to you about Paulina.

Yes, you did.

Was she in your bed?

The bed we slept in together?

I’m sorry.

When was the last time you slept with her?

Don’t... touch me!

When we met,

things with Paulina had ended.

I hadn’t been with her since last December

when I told her that we needed to stop once and for all.

You led me to believe you ended things with her at Harvard.

Do you have any idea how much this hurts?

She traipses into your parents’ house like she belongs there,

like I’m the fuck buddy.

No wonder! You’ve been sleeping with her for years.

I was trying to protect you.

Tread very carefully, Gabriel.

We only saw each other once or twice a year.

Did you expect me to catalogue every sexual encounter I had?

That night when I told you about Maia,

you told me I could find forgiveness

and I wanted to believe you.

I thought if I told you how I gave in to Paulina again and again,

I'd...

I’d lose you...

Do you love her?

Of course not.

So, you slept with her for years

after you made a child with her

and she had a nervous breakdown, but you didn’t love her?

She was Maia’s mother.

And look how you treated her.

You used her.

You fed her with scraps like a dog.

Would you ever treat me like that?

Never...

Never.

Can you forgive me?

Have you ever asked Paulina to forgive you?

You toyed with her heart.

I know what that feels like.

I can have compassion for her.

I felt something for her.

Guilt...

lust...

some affection, but never love.

You’re the only woman I've ever loved.

I’d rather spend my life drinking your love

than emptying all the oceans of the world.

Your promises are meaningless

when they aren’t accompanied by honesty.

It won’t happen again.

You’ll tire of me eventually.

I wandered in the darkness

looking for something better, something real.

And I found you.

I’ll be damned if I’m going to lose you.

I’m not so wounded that I can’t say no to you.

If you lie to me again, it will be the last time.

I promise.

What was the gift that she gave you?

An ultrasound picture.

That picture can’t hurt you.

Maia deserves to be remembered.

Paulina meant for the picture to hurt you, but it’s a gift.

You should have it. You’re her father.

I won’t sleep in the bed you shared with her.

I’ll have everything redone before we get back to Toronto.

Let me show you that I can be worthy of your trust.

Please.

We should meet in Madrid in February.

We can then discuss Professore Emerson’s fidanzata.

Ms. Mitchell... you're looking smart as always.

Ms. Peterson.

He's with one of his students.

Paulina is irrelevant

and has no real bearing onto this discussion, Ms. Peterson.

She was either his mistress or his fuck buddy.

Class is dismissed!

In my office, Ms. Mitchell. Now!

You've gotta rewrite the entire thesis.

Ethan said you were looking for me?

Lucas, right?

I hear that you have access to the security cameras.

Yeah.

I need to see the footage starting in September.