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- Okay.

- I'll miss you.

- I'll miss you too.

I love you.

- Love you too.

- Oh, sh*t.

Hello?

Is someone downstairs?

No, no, no, no.

Please no, no, no, no.

It's all in your head.

It's all in your head.

It's all in your head.

We talked about this.

- Babe, we got the house,

we're out of the city.

It'd just be a really

good spot to raise a kid.

- Harold, not yet.

Please.

- I don't get it.

I mean, it's not like

you have a career.

- I don't have a career?

Harold, your car?

The last calendar shoot

paid for your car.

And the down payment

on this house.

- I'm sorry.

I misspoke.

I didn't mean to say

it like that I just,

you don't have a typical job.

You don't have to go to an

office from nine to five

and you don't have a commute.

You're just at

the house all day.

And I just really,

really, really want kids.

- So do I.

Did you speak to your mom?

- No, why?

- Don't lie to me.

She spoke to you

again, didn't she?

- Anne, it's not crazy.

She wants grandkids.

And with last year's scare.

- Scare?

- She was in the hospital, Anne.

- Yeah, she was in the hospital

because she had an infection

from a Botox injection.

- The point is, she's

not the only one.

I don't want to be 50 and

my son be in kindergarten.

I want to go out there and

throw the football with him.

I don't wanna throw out my back.

I really, really want this.

I need this, Anne.

- I know.

I hear you, okay?

Just next year.

I promise.

- You promise promise?

I promise promise.

- I mean, it's

just really weird.

Why wouldn't you

put the light switch

inside a closet?

- I don't know, maybe it

was just an afterthought.

Baby, you always do this.

You overanalyze and you

overthink everything.

Just let it go, it's

not that big of a deal.

- Yeah, but I mean, what

about the other things

that were moved,

like the furniture?

- We're just stressed out.

It's a new house,

you just finished a huge

photo shoot with Duncan.

You know how you

get on photo shoots.

You're not getting

a lot of sleep.

- I know.

- We both know ghosts

aren't real, right?

- Right.

How was your day?

Was the commute better?

- Yeah, I mean no.

It's a little bit

longer but it's okay.

It was a long day at

the office though.

I'm getting pretty tired.

Maybe we should go to bed.

- Really?

- Yeah.

Come here.

Upstairs.

- Babe.

Harold!

Harold!

Harold, please!

Harold!

Neil and your stupid stories.

- Hey.

How are you?

- I'm fine.

I'm sorry, just a new house

and Neil's stupid story and...

It's probably

just too much pizza and wine.

I'm fine.

- Good.

Those boxes, do you think

you could take 'em out?

Out to the barn?

- Yeah.

- I mean, if

you're not doing anything.

- No, it's fine, I got it.

- I just, I come home

at 12:
00 am and it's just.

- Yeah, I know.

I know, I can do it.

- Okay.

Gonna walk me out?

- Yeah.

- Okay.

- Bored, really?

Drive two hours.

Spend 12 hours trying

to impress the boss

because I'm a company man.

Then I get to come

home to a loving wife

that does not want kids.

And apparently is

seeing a ghost.

Must be nice being bored.

- Harold, you should really

just audio books or...

Emma!

Hey, how how are you?

Yeah, you all packed?

Aw.

I know, I really wish we

could go with you guys but

Harold has a huge project so

yeah, it's not gonna work out.

Hey, Emma, can I

ask you something?

Do you hear noises?

No, I know, I just.

Maybe it was just this old

house that needs to be updated.

But I brought it up to Harold

and we got in this

huge argument and...

Yeah, no we're fine

it's just that he said

photography isn't a...

I'm sorry, yeah he said

photography isn't a career.

Yeah, and then he brought up

the whole kids thing again.

No, yeah, you know, I do

want kids it's just that

I want to make sure

it's what we want

and not something that his

mom is pushing, you know?

Yeah.

Hey, okay this is a

stupid question again but,

was there really a woman

that killed her

husband in this house?

I know, it's Neil.

Where did you find

that guy anyway?

I hope you have a great trip.

Well, I'll let you

go and get packed

and have a safe trip to Hawaii.

I love you too.

Babe, it's so late.

- I know.

It's probably gonna be

like this every night

until the project is done.

- Is it worth it?

- What'd you say?

- Is it worth it?

- Yeah, it's worth it.

Of course it's worth it.

I mean, a it shows Mr. Jones

I can handle an

executive level account

and b it's that much

closer to the promotion.

Which means a lot of money.

- Yeah, but it's just money.

- It's just money.

Well, you need to

understand that just because

my family comes from money

does not mean it didn't

take a lot of hard work

and sacrifice.

My dad worked his ass

off for his family.

- Yeah, and he died

of a heart attack.

- He died from a heart

attack from his lifestyle,

not his work load.

You wanted this house

and I'm trying my hardest

to make sure that happens.

- No, we wanted this house.

- My point is that

I'm in the office

12 hours a day.

Not for me, for us.

I work my ass off for us

because I need to provide, Anne.

I have to provide, do

you understand that?

- I'm sorry, it's just

that I'm so lonely here.

Okay, I'm here all day by

myself in this big house and...

You know, one of the things

that I love about you

is that you are like your father

and that you do make

sacrifices for your wife.

And your future family.

I'm sorry.

- Thank you.

- Hello?

Who are you?

Hey!

Who are you?!

- Ah.

Sh*t!

Holy sh*t, Anne!

What are you doing?

What the f*** is that?

Anne!

Anne!

Put the knife down.

Put the knife down!

Holy sh*t!

What the f*** are you doing?

What is this?

Where'd you find this?

- I'm sorry.

- Anne, where did you find this?

- I'm sorry!

- What are you doing?

You don't know?

- It was just in my hand,

I don't know what it is.

- F***, Anne!

You can't answer me, you

don't know where you've been.

You're trying to stab

me while I'm sleeping.

- I'm sorry.

- Are you, f***!

- Harold.

Harold.

Harold.

Harold, I'm so sorry.

- Anne, you scared

the sh*t outta me.

- How many times do I have

to tell you that I'm sorry?

- I didn't know that I had

the knife in my hand and...

She led me.

- I am so tired of going

over this again and again.

I got less than four

hours to go to bed,

there's no way I'm going to bed.

Might as well just

go to work right now.

- I'm sorry.

- You know, if you don't

like this house just tell me.

I'll understand.

What I'm not gonna

understand is this:

You playing games.

- You know what?

I'm not sorry.

You never believe me so why

should I expect you to change?

- Okay.

Well, I believed you

when you told me that

someone stole your lenses.

- They did.

- Well, your assistant found

them in the laundry room.

And I believed you

when you said you lost

your engagement ring.

- It was stolen.

- Yeah, about that.

My mom found it in

your jewelry box.

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