The Little Death
- It tickles.
- Want me to stop?
Yeah, can you just come up
here and f*** me, please?
OK.
No, no, no.
Not right after. Come on.
- Oh, I'm sorry, I won't.
- Don't you dare!
Take this off.
I brushed my teeth, I brushed
my teeth, I brushed my... Mmm.
- Have you set the alarm?
- Mm-hm.
- Paul?
-Hm?
- Can we talk for a sec?
- Of course, honey. What?
I want to tell you something
but I'm embarrassed.
Say it.
Well, I need you... I need you
not to judge me. OK?
It's important
that you don't judge me.
- Promise me you won't.
- Hey, sweetheart, what?
I want you to rape me.
- That's it?
- Yes.
That's what you were
embarrassed about?
Yes.
- OK.
- Really?
Of course.
You're a ten, babe.
You're a f***ing
ten out of ten.
You're 20 out of ten. To me.
You're five stars.
Yeah? Come here.
Feel better?
Uh... No. Paul.
Honey, not...
Not 'rate' me.
Rape me.
- What?
- I want you to rape me.
- You want what?
- You to rape me.
- You want me to rape you?
- Yes.
- What are you talking about?
- It's a fantasy of mine.
What, getting raped?
Yeah, it's like
your foot thing.
Um, it's a bit different,
I think, hon.
- How?
" How?
How is sucking your toes
different from me raping you?
Oh, come on,
you know what I mean.
It's something
a nice thing
for us to talk about.
- You know, just to be honest.
- Yeah.
- I'm going to...
No? What?
- Not now, not now.
- No? When?
- Um, I don't want to know.
- OK, tomorrow, or...?
No, no, I don't want to know,
Paul.
I'm working late on Friday
if you want
to knock it on the head...
You're not listening.
I don't want to know.
I don't want to know when.
I don't want to know where.
I don't even want to know...
for sure...
- Yeah?
- ..that it's you.
Right.
Yeah, I don't know
how to take that, babe.
Honey, it's a
really common fantasy.
Yeah, I'm not 100% sure
it is, hon.
It is actually and you said
you wouldn't judge me.
No, I didn't.
I absolutely did not.
How did you expect I'd react,
Maeve?
You just told me
you had a fantasy
that doesn't involve me!
No, what? Yes, it does!
You said you want to be raped
but not by me.
No! Oh, no, no, no, darling,
that's not what I meant.
Oh, my God,
you are so f***ing beautiful.
No, I want to be raped by you.
No, you don't.
Yes, you are the only man in
the world I want to rape me.
I love you
but because I love you
and because you're the only
man I want to be with,
I want you to have sex
with me.
Oh, Pauly, I adore you.
I just want for one little
second, like, to fear
what might be like
if it was somebody else.
- Does that make sense?
- Not really.
OK, go to sleep, we'll talk
about it another time.
Blowj*bs.
- That's good, Daniel.
- It's Dan.
Forgive me, that's good, Dan.
Let's explore blowj*bs.
There is no wrong way.
- Her blowj*bs...
- Say it... to Evie.
Your blowj*bs...
...aren't... very...
good.
They're not...
They're not that bad.
They are.
Well, you remember the last
time you went down on me, Dan?
- 'Cause I don't.
- OK. OK.
- Regularity's not the issue.
- Let's just... take a breath.
When was the last time
you had sex?
- Um...
- Like, um...
- It was, um, it was...
It was last month
before your fun run.
Was it?
OK. What seems to be missing
here is communication.
But you're both struggling
with that.
So as an experiment tonight...
...don't be Evie and Dan.
Instead,
be two different people
who aren't afraid to say
what they want.
Are you familiar
with role play?
Miss Redding,
sorry to keep you waiting.
- What? Why are you laughing?
- I'm sorry.
- Why is this funny?
- I'm sorry, I wasn't ready.
- Just do it again.
- Seriously?
- Go, sorry, I wasn't ready.
- Evie, don't laugh 'cause...
- You'll wreck it.
- Sorry.
Miss Redding.
Detective.
I'm going to need to ask you
a few questions,
if that's alright.
- Depends.
- On what?
On whether you're the good cop
or the bad cop.
- Which one are ya?
- Guess.
Good cop.
Guess again.
I said, guess again.
Now, Miss Redding,
are you going to cooperate?
F*** me.
But they're watching us
behind the mirror.
Don't care. F*** me.
- That was amazing.
- Yeah.
- You were amazing.
- So were you, E.
- Where did that come from?
- I don't know.
- Detective Dan.
- So strong and believable.
- Really?
Yeah.
I mean it, Dan, maybe
you should have been an actor.
You have the right
to remain silent.
Everything you say... You have
Anything you say
will be taken down
in a court of law.
You can't.
Yeah, I can. No, you can't.
Yeah, I just did it.
- Honey, you still awake?
-Yeah...
I really like
the role play thing.
Yeah, me too.
I definitely think we should
do it again sometime.
Hm.
Richard?
Richard.
Hey. I'm about to come, quick.
Quick, quick, quick.
- Yeah, yeah, yeah.
- Yeah.
Oh, oh... Yes.
Yes.
You know
I'm not ovulating now, right?
Yeah, yeah, I just thought
you know, just in case.
Oh, God.
- That was good timing.
- Hmm.
How was your day?
- Good. Fine. Boring.
- Yeah?
- How was yours?
- Same. Same.
- You smell good.
- Mm.
- Cup of tea?
- Yeah, thanks, hon.
Oop. Yep-
Earl Grey or Russian Caravan?
Earl Grey.
It's the same every time.
Two days before I start
ovulating, twice a day,
morning and night
in the recommended position.
And for 20 minutes afterwards,
I elevate my hips.
And it's been like that
so you can't tell me that
there isn't something wrong.
There isn't something wrong.
Sometimes it just comes
down to bad luck.
Will you please just tell us
what to do?
'Cause I'll try anything.
Do you climax at the point
of ejaculation?
Mutual orgasms are said
to increase
the chances of conception.
Yeah, I mean, I have. Yeah.
While you've been trying
to conceive?
Oh, no, not since
I've been married.
How's your cervical mucus? OK?
It's good. Yeah.
Good.
And what about the doctor?
Did she say anything or...?
Actually, she, uh,
she did say one thing.
- Yeah?
- Um...
Yeah. She said that it might
all the time.
Yeah, so...
Yeah, we just... We, uh,
keep doing what we're doing.
- Yeah.
- Knuckle down.
Hey.
If having a baby was easy,
Ours is going to be awesome.
- We'll be right.
I should get that.
That'll be work.
RICHARD:
Hello.You want to go outside?
Babe. What's wrong, honey?
My dad's dead.
Oh, my God.
He, uh... had a...
had a heart attack.
No.
I've never
seen you cry before.
MAN:
Whoa, whoa, whoa...I am so jealous.
- Thank you.
- Well, slowly but surely...
Only one thing left to do now,
Paul.
- Yael.
- What do you mean?
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