Permission Page #5
- Year:
- 2017
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Will:
Why?Did she say something?
No.
Just wanted to know
if I'm framing out a nursery.
It's a closet.
[Drill whirs]
But you want 'em?
- Yeah, sure, eventually.
- Really?
When this is done
and she's finished her degree,
Yeah,
Hey, man, those...
those braces aren't straight.
I can see it from here.
It's solid.
It's fine.
- I'll do it myself.
- It's a closet!
All right. I'll redo it.
I'll redo it.
It's fine.
I'll redo it.
It has to be perfect.
[Both breathing heavily]
Want to stay over?
We... We don't
have to do anything.
What, we could just
sit there in silence?
Sure, if you like, yeah.
We could also talk or, uh...
Well, you could tell me
about your thesis.
I can pretend
to understand, and...
- I'd love to, but...
- [Sighs]
Make you breakfast
in the morning.
No.
No, you really shouldn't.
[Faucet squeaks]
[Drain gurgling]
Sorry.
I didn't mean to push it.
Just...
Just tell me
you feel it, too.
One foot
in front of the other.
Dr. Bennett:
I don't understand, Anna.
This thesis draft
is far below your potential.
You're still writing
like a performance major,
What's going on with you?
- [Muffled] Anna. Anna!
- I'll find you...
[Music continues indistinctly
in headphones]
Are you all right?
- Yeah, I just...
- [Headphones clatter]
I got to...
Got to go.
Don't like that piece?
Sorry,
I-I didn't see you.
It's all right.
I'm barely here.
- It is a divisive work, provokes a response.
- Does it?
I agree, there are
far more beautiful things
in the gallery
at the moment.
[Woman singing indistinctly]
Need a coffee?
Want coffee?
Neither should be
Yeah.
Be right back.
Actually,
I don't need a coffee.
Why don't you
give me your number?
I'd like to see you again.
You gonna tell your wife?
Uh... no, I'm not.
So you... you have
an agreement.
What she doesn't know
she doesn't have to agree to.
You know,
she might not mind.
Just... give me
your number.
No. Look.
Unless you tell her, you...
You have to...
You have to get her permission.
I already told you,
that's not how we are.
Well,
I guess it's how I am.
Not according
to recent events, it's not.
Look, I'm not gonna ruin
my marriage for you, okay,
so thanks for the f***,
but Jesus.
I'm sure you remember
where the door is.
[Horns honking]
Another one already?
- Yeah, it just... it just happened.
- [Sighs] Wow.
Oh, can you just...
[Both sigh]
[Sighs]
- You okay?
- Mm-hmm.
Should we just...
You want to...
you know, should we just stop?
Is it worth it?
Hmm?
No.
No, I'm okay.
Really.
You're okay?
I'm okay.
Well,
if you're okay, then...
[Sighs]
I'm okay, so...
You want a drink?
I could go and...
No, I'm... I'm kind of tired.
I want to go home.
- [Sniffles]
- Really?
Yeah, I don't want to...
- You... You can stay...
- I might.
- ...if you want.
- I might do that.
Okay.
Well...
See you at home.
Yeah.
See you at home.
['80s pop music plays]
Done nursing that ice water?
Oh, it's... it's mescal.
Not anymore.
Rocks?
S-Sure.
[Ice clinks]
Hey, I have to work
tomorrow, so...
Oh, yeah?
What's your work?
I teach high school.
Hmm.
Good kids,
tough neighborhood.
And where's your wife?
My what?
Oh, that's my girlfriend.
She's at home.
- But you're here.
- So it seems.
Well,
it you want to pull,
all you have to do
is stick around
and drastically lower
your standards.
[Panting]
Oh.
Oh, God.
Oh.
- That's it?
- Mm-hmm.
[Sighs]
[Urinating]
[Steps creak]
Anna:
I'm not asleep.
Good drink?
[Sighs]
No.
Hmm.
It's late.
Sorry.
F***.
That's a lot of money.
Yeah.
They're all like this.
Surrogacy's expensive.
It's not expensive.
That's a f***ing fortune.
Can we at least
talk about it?
When you shave your moustache,
you can talk about it.
- Can you be serious, please?
- I am serious.
Can we try
to figure this out?
You're so f***ing stubborn.
Don't I get a say in the matter?
You would if you
ever talked to me.
Has it ever occurred to you that
there might be a good reason
why I don't want to do it
or why I'm hesitant to do it?
If it's about the money,
we can try fostering.
Foster kids come damaged.
Adoption... they can
come take them away.
We have lives!
We have a life
that we built.
Look at it!
Can you picture
a child in it?
Yeah, well, I was trying.
You haven't thought
about any of this, have you?
It's some... It's some
beautiful fantasy for you.
Yes, I've thought...
Come to bed...
eventually.
She sign
the delivery receipt?
- Yeah.
- Good.
Ms. Gretel Winthrop?
That's a funny name.
She was nice, though.
Yeah?
How nice was she?
I'm starting to fear for the
safety of our female customers.
You come in for a bookshelf,
might get more
than you bargained for.
- Not today, okay?
- Old bird like that, though,
I guess she won't mind
that you're an amateur.
You don't have to be
an a**hole.
- I'm not trying to f*** everyone I meet.
- Oh, yeah?
What was the road
to Hell paved with?
Remind me.
Because it's working,
does that...
- does that threaten you?
- No, man.
in my house.
This doesn't threaten me.
Just makes me sad, that's all.
You still seeing
that other lady?
- Lydia?
- Yeah.
Yeah.
Care about her at all?
Sure.
Of course.
What's she do?
What are her interests?
Where's she from?
Nothing?
You know what?
F*** you.
I guess you know
who the a**hole is, huh?
to drive back
'cause I hurt
your f***ing feelings?
[Julian Taylor's "Never Gonna
Give You Up" plays on stereo]
Hello.
- Oh, my God.
- Hi.
Hi.
Oh, wow.
You're... 12 hours early.
[Laughs]
Oh, you meant 9:
00 at night?I can come back.
No. No, you're here.
- It's okay.
- Right.
It's just, oh, my God,
the place is a mess.
We haven't finished.
Inga, det racker nu...
det racker nu.
You can finish.
Finito.
Okay.
You don't have
to have so much attitude.
Did you see that?
Makes me feel so insecure
about my Swedish.
I don't think
that's Swedish.
Well, I mean, it might
be a little Norwegian,
but it doesn't matter.
Well, you just...
you caught me.
I was in the middle
of doing my new workout.
It's... a little bit of yoga
and folding laundry.
I call it "yolaundry."
[Both chuckle]
Well, I've never been
on a date this early before.
Um...
So, um, here.
Let me take your coat.
Oh, thank you.
Yeah.
Did you have anything
special in mind?
No plans, exactly,
but, um...
You know, we didn't really
talk much last time, so...
Well, um, you want
to get to know each other?
Exactly. Yeah.
Really well?
The way you movin'
on the floor
Yeah.
What's that look for?
You ever sometimes feel like
just, you know,
like going wild?
[Chuckles]
I mean...
- Yes.
I'm makin' up my mind
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