Queen of Earth

- Why are you doing this to me?

- I can't explain it.

You can't explain it.

You can't explain it...

You can't explain it...

You will explain it.

No, I can't. Really.

How could you do this,

so soon after the accident?

It wasn't an accident, Catherine.

It was on purpose.

And besides... this over-reliance

has been suffocating.

How soon after did you start seeing her?

- That's a ridiculous question.

- Well, answer it.

Before...

"Before..."

"Before"?

- Can we please just relax?

- No we can't "please just"...

I'm pleading with you here.

Well, you don't get any pleas,

you piece of sh*t.

- I hate you.

- So, this shouldn't be too painful.

No, it shouldn't. It's just one more thing

on top of everything else.

It's just one more thing.

You're being dramatic.

My father was my life,

and my family was my life.

And then you were a part of both,

and now...

Now I hate you.

Now I hate you, you dishonest sneak!

I'm not looking for you

to understand me here.

Well, good, because there's no chance

of that happening.

I just think that you've been misdirecting

a lot of anger towards me,

the past few months,

and I can't take it...

Oh, good for you. I'm glad

that you've figured that out. Good.

Feel better? Good.

Don't you think we've got to the place

where we rely on each other too much

for it to be healthy?

Do not try to...

justify this, as some sort of effort

to help me

or save me, like you're doing me

a f***ing favour!

Like I should thank you!

It's not untrue.

No. It's not untrue.

Just go. Just go.

I don't want you seeing me like this.

Go. Please. Just leave me alone.

Please, just leave me alone.

Go!

Why are you walking?

I didn't feel like waiting.

It's, like, two miles to the house.

Catherine...

Hey...

Thanks for the exile.

That's what this place is here for.

What's happening with your apartment?

He's moving out while I'm here.

And that is it.

All right.

- Your regular room awaits.

- Oh...

Everything feels so close to me.

Like the good and the bad.

Well, things aren't so bad right now,

though.

No...

You're absolutely right, Virginia.

They're worse.

They're much, much worse.

Well, there's nothing

you can do about that now, so...

- You may as well...

- He must've really suffered, you know.

My father.

He was afflicted.

People say that depression is a sickness,

but I never thought of it that way.

I always just thought of it

as one of his problems.

Just like work or money are problems,

you know.

Now that's he's gone,

it's all I can think about.

Goddammit, you're gonna make me throw up.

Can't a guy fix a cup of java

for his special lady?

What would happen if you broke up?

She'd have to fix her own coffee.

I'm not joking.

You seem crippingly codependent.

- No, we don't?

- "We"?

You just said...

Well, why did you say "we"?

I'm talking about you.

There's no "we" in this scenario.

You sound like Smagol.

Ginny... Why so negative?

Only my closest friends call me Ginny.

Virginia.

- Why so negative?

- I don't know, James.

Hey, you said, remember?

We were gonna have a nice morning.

You can't force anyone

to have a nice morning.

Yes, you can.

I wasn't speaking to you.

Well, now you're speaking to me.

- Hey.

- Hey.

I thought you were asleep. I went out.

- I couldn't sleep.

- It's so quiet here.

Exactly.

That looks good.

I'm rusty.

What?

I said I'm rusty.

Oh...

- Where'd you get these?

- I went to the store.

What, do you think

I brought all of that with me?

The store's, like, four miles.

Well, I just started walking

and then I was there.

Please don't say that.

Because I won't stand to be treated

by you that way, anymore. That's why.

I don't care about that!

And that is insulting to the both of us.

I have to go. She's watching me.

Don't ask.

Was that James?

Does "don't ask" mean something different

where you're from?

- We're from the same place.

- I'd really rather not.

I wasn't sure if you were still in here.

Where else would I be?

You want to go for a walk or something?

It's nice out.

My face hurts.

How do you mean?

Can you please not make me talk

right now? I'm sorry.

What are you doing in here?

What do you mean?

What are you doing?

Like... actually?

It's all dark in here.

I'm hiding.

From what?

It drives me crazy that places like this

are so close to the city.

- Places like this?

- Yeah, you know...

Where tranquillity isn't just a myth.

You can come here

any time my family isn't using it.

Any time, Ginny? Labor Day?

Memorial Day? Fourth of July?

- I told you not to call me Ginny.

- He's joking.

Well, some jokes make me

feel uncomfortable.

- This is my fault.

- No. Not really.

Can we not do this, please?

I thought we came here to relax.

Or at least I did. I don't know...

about what you two are doing.

Well, relaxing or having a vacation would

imply that, at some point, it might end.

So, you can't really get away from it all,

if that's all you're doing, you know.

Then you're just... a bum.

Are you a bum, Ginny?

What a stupid, shitty thing to say.

I don't care at all about going back.

And in fact, now that I think about it,

I'd... just as soon not.

Right. B-U-M, bum.

Just mind your own business, Your Majesty.

OK, um...

- Where are you going?

- I'm just gonna, uh...

give you two a little space.

Not necessary. We're fine.

Still gonna just... excuse myself.

- Please don't.

- Yeah, please don't.

Thank you. That was very mature.

What's it like, having all the answers,

all the time, to everything?

- Must be such a luxury?

- It is. Immeasurably.

Please don't do this.

I mean...

It's not the end of the world,

but could you at least acknowledge

that you never stopped to think about

what I might have wanted from this trip?

Are you calling me a lousy friend?

Are you saying that you're a lousy friend?

I don't know what you want me to say.

I love you more than anything,

you stupid brat.

Well, we should trade places.

See how we feel then.

- Oh, sorry.

- It's OK.

Guys, this is Rich.

His parents have a place next door.

- Hey.

- Hey, Rich. I'm James. Nice to meet you.

- How was lunch?

- Fine.

- So, you live next door, Rich?

- Yeah.

- How long you had the place?

- Oh, a long time.

- Long time...

- Yeah. Before my folks...

- Do you want a beer?

- Sure. Thanks.

Well, no, we should...

We should go.

- No. Hang out. Seriously.

- Let's hang out.

Come on. Have a seat.

Let's have a drink.

I don't know when the last time

we took a vacation was.

Well, I travel a lot for work, so...

- What do you do, Catherine?

- I manage my father's business.

- That sounds, like, suspicious, right?

- Mm...

Catherine's father is a prominent

New York "artiste".

- Oh... Have I heard of him?

- I doubt it.

He built that giant sculpture

in Union Square.

Oh, The Perisphere?

- Mm...

- "Mm...", what? I know some sh*t.

- I didn't expect it.

- So, what do you do?

Do you monitor The Perisphere?

Polish The Perisphere?

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