(air whooshing)
- Today is December 17,
today you'll fall back in love with me.
I want you to remember
how we used to love listening to techno,
milking cows and diamonds, drinking whiskey sours,
dancing on the tables, doing cocaine, eating artichokes
and watching Jarmusch films.
Now you only come at night
to sharpen your knives and listen to Wagner, alone.
So this is for you.
For us.
You hate kids and I want only you
or things to go back to the way they were.
Tonight we will have New York strips.
I bought steaks in your favorite shop near the church,
10 year old Bordeaux, poached eggs and quinoa with spinach.
Tonight I will remind you who we are
and we will find our way back.
(woman moaning)
(Sophie gasping)
Hey, hi.
I just wanted to let you know I'm on my way home.
Yeah, the meetings got done sooner than I expected.
Am I interrupting something?
Oh, you are writing, that's great.
With Marsha?
Yeah, I am pulling up right now.
I look forward to seeing both of you, yeah.
(dramatic music)
- Marsha, Sophie,
Sophie, Marsha.
- She smells like breast milk and oranges.
How does she look at you when you spread her legs?
- I've heard so much about you.
- Really?
Like what?
- You guys actually have a ton in common.
Marsha also--
- Her skin is glowing. - Likes to go on travels.
- Her thighs are probably so fit.
- Ukraine, Romania, uh.
- Portugal. - Portugal.
- How many times have you fucked her?
This was the first time, right?
- Really?
- Yeah.
A feather.
But Marsha was actually just heading out,
she getting everything ready
for our pitch at the studio tomorrow morning.
- Oh my God, really? - Yes, yeah.
Finally came through so he's really stoked.
- I know, we need to celebrate.
- Well-- - I'm--
- We should have lunch, have some champagne,
we should celebrate, come, accompany me in the kitchen.
Oh my God, I'm so sorry. - Oh, what the fuck!
- I'm pretty cut, I'm so sorry.
- It's okay. - What did you do?
- Do you have a bathroom?
- Yeah. - That I could use.
- Of course, this way.
- Just this, okay, thank you.
- Go on.
- Are you all right?
Hey, hey, let's go.
- What does she have?
- Okay, here, here.
- Is it something that I've lost?
- Yap, all right, okay, just stay calm.
- Or something I never had?
Whatever it is, I will get it.
You're good, yeah?
Here we go, huh!
Well, good, I'm glad you're back.
Hey, why don't, I should just tell,
let me tell Marsha to get on out of here,
yeah, yeah, yeah, just you and I,
you and I can celebrate
'cause I wanna hear all about your trip.
- No, we should celebrate you.
You've wanted this for years so we should celebrate
and Marsha is a part of that.
Oh, there she is.
You wanna set the table?
- [Will] Yap.
- [Sophie] Be my sous chef?
- [Marsha] I'll help you,
I need to gather all my things, I'll be back in a sec.
(suspenseful music)
- She is so beautiful.
Oh, you calm her down.
That's exactly how you calm me down.
You actually care and you bring her into my house.
I will chop your dick up and eat it.
Did you forget that you're nothing without us.
I will charm your little girl to death, maybe fuck her
so you remember who is in charge in this house
and you know your place, you little pathetic puppy.
- Oh, those are such cool photos, where are they from?
- That was our wedding.
We got married in Vegas.
It's cliche, I know.
We decided to hitchhike across 10 states
and we stopped at every single chapel we saw
and got married all over again.
- That is so romantic.
- Yeah, well, that's Will, of course you know that.
He's a romantic, it's all about his writing,
what inspires him, me, you,
all of it, you know?
- I think so.
Oh, sorry.
- Here.
- I actually do know you mean.
- Oh yeah?
- I recently met this homeless singer from Dixon, Montana
and we broke into this beautiful old mansion
and lived like kings for a week
until we got kicked out, almost arrested
and then he left me all alone
with no money in the middle of nowhere
and a poem written on a piece of paper.
- It seems like you and I have a lot in common.
- It's so like me,
I could not find a lighter for the candle anywhere.
- Why don't you go help him.
- Okay.
(suspenseful music)
So anyway, when I was a kid, he used to always say,
"Life comes when we least expected it
and you got to be hungry to have it all."
- And then what happened to him?
- He became one of the biggest German actors
of his generation.
- Fascinating.
You know, in another life Will was an actor,
but it isn't for the faint of heart, is it?
Right, right, you know what they say,
those who can't act, write.
- So how is writing going, Marsha?
- I think it's going brilliantly, this last draft--
- Brilliant enough to pay the bills?
- Anyway, couldn't have really done it at all
without Marsha's help.
Helped me write some really wild and crazy characters,
sort of like the ones you and I
used to write all those years ago.
- The characters that we used to write,
the characters that we used to write,
the fucking characters that we used to write.
- Okay.
- Oh!
He was never very original with his gifts, was he?
Always these cheap imitations.
- I should probably go.
- I'm enjoying this, aren't you?
A little fun for once.
I'm just sad he found you first.
I am so sorry,
I don't know what's going on with my hands.
- What are you talking about?
- [Will] Hey Marsha, I ordered an Uber for you,
it'll be here in seven minutes.
(suspenseful music)
- Hold me in your hands, please, stop me.
- Let's just wait, for her to leave
and, then let's just talk about everything, okay?
- Are you afraid?
Well, that I'm gonna humiliate you even more
in front of your young, hot mistress
and then she'll see you for who you really are,
she won't wanna play anymore.
- This is your fault.
- My fault?
- If you think this pathetic charade of yours
is gonna do any good, you are out of your fucking mind.
My Fault because I wasn't kissing your ass
and worshiping you day and night?
- It's called support.
- Support?
I'm sorry, I was busy getting an abortion so that your child
wouldn't get in the way of your youth and your freedom.
And all the while,
you're fucking a child in our bedroom.
You wanna call that support?
- [Marsha] Oh, I'm sorry, I forgot my notebook.
- Fine.
- Just wait.
- No, no, no, you wanna play?
Let's see who wins.
- [Marsha] Is this your art?
- Mhm!
- It's so brutal.
- Can I take your picture?
- I--
- It'll only take a few seconds, promise.
I'll go get my camera.
(suspenseful music)
- (speaking faintly) you can always come by later, okay?
- You ready?
(suspenseful music)
(camera shutter clicking)
(suspenseful music)
What do you feel when she touches me?
When she looks at me?
Who do you want right now, me or her?
Marsha, leave.
Look at me,
look at me.
Want me.
Love me.
Want me.
Love me.
(suspenseful music)
Today is December 17,
today you will fall back in love with me.
I want you to remember
how we used to love listening to techno,
the characters that we used,
the characters that we used to write,
the characters that we used to.
Now you only come at night
to sharpen your knives and listen to Wagner.
I want things to go back to the they were.
How did she look at you when you spread her legs?
Look at me, look only at me.
She smells like breast milk.
You brought her into my house.
Remember who is charge of this house.
I chose it this morning for you.
(both gasping)
(camera shutter clicking)
(air whooshing)
(gentle instrumental music)