Wakefield
Hi, sir.
Just this.
Four.
Thank you.
Furthermore
this indemnification clause
clearly states that there
will be no injunctive relief.
And our client's chances
of being rewarded
financially are minimal
at best.
I'll finish it tomorrow.
Can I be blamed for feeling
that things were a little
strange that night?
You don't expect
a power outage
in the spring.
When you're tired
and it's a long day
and you're trying
to get home
you tend to feel all these
little disconnects
as the slow trajectory
of a collapsing civilization.
"In the suburbs,
we live in nature."
That's a quote
from my realtor
when Diana and I
first looked at this place.
Oh, crap.
And you do see
deer, rabbits, crows.
But we don't live in nature.
That's the point
of the suburbs.
You live apart from humans.
And you're protected
from what's wild.
Jesus.
Go on, get out of here.
Go on!
Go on, get out!
Oh, damn it.
Oh, Christ.
Oh, god. Damn it.
Damn it.
Alright.
Ha! Ha! Go on.
I had quarreled with my wife.
We did this thing
where we would play
at sexual jealousy.
But anyway, um..
Or I played at it
and she was my accomplice.
After 15 years of marriage
jealousy was
the reliable stimulant.
Let's be honest.
When your spouse gets
jealous, it's flattering.
The blood stirs,
the heart pounds.
We'd quarrel..
...and we'd have sex.
provocatively
we'd f***.
And it works.
The guy you were coming
onto all afternoon.
Until it doesn't.
Obviously, I wasn't
coming on to him --
oh, yeah, obviously.
Well, Diana,
anyone within 10 feet
could see what was going on.
Well, who was watching?
It was a conversation.
I witnessed
the whole thing, Diana.
You were practically
issuing him an invitation.
Only in your peculiar
imagination, Wakefield.
Meanwhile,
you'll chat up any woman
who even looks at you
and I'm the one who --
no, no, no. You made
a very suggestive remark.
I made an amusing remark.
Oh, amusing? Ah!
Everyone laughed but you.
Well, I failed
to be entertained
by watching my wife
come onto a guy
in a Polo shirt.
I was replying
to something he said.
Something stupid
if you must know..
God!
I am so sick of this --
this constant surveillance.
- You --
- whoa, whoa, whoa --
no, you have muzzled me
carry on a conversation
with other parents.
I barely relate
- you were relating to him.
- What do you not see?
I mean, do you think
I'd be even remotely
inclined to start
something up
with anyone given
the relationship we have?
All I want..
...is to get through the day.
That's what I think about.
Just get through the day.
Unbelievable.
Why go in there now?
Just to endure another
predictable scene
with my wife.
Soon enough,
they'd all be asleep.
Oh.
Oh.
Oh, sh*t.
Sh*t! Ah!
Oh, god.
Oh!
You know, frankly
I was totally bewildered
by this situation
I had created for myself.
I'd been with someone else.
Not that I had ever
given her a reason
to doubt me
in 15 years of marriage.
Oh, my god.
It would be
the weakest of tactics
for me to walk into my house
and try to explain to her
the perfectly
rational sequence
that led me to spend
the night in the garage.
You know,
saved my supper plate
in the refrigerator.
But I lived
in Diana's judgment.
It shone on me
as in a prison cell
where the light
The immediate solution?
Postpone my entrance 'til
my wife had gone off to work.
Mm.
Rush, rush, rush.
The bus is here, girls.
Hey, hey, hey, hey.
Girls, girls, lunch.
They're gonna be late again.
Bye-bye, girls.
Have a good day.
Okay, love you.
Oh, yeah.
The first call
would be to my office.
No, he hasn't come in.
No.
Yesterday evening.
Well, no,
he didn't say anything.
Mm-hmm. Well, he left around
the usual time.
Oh, yes, of course, I will.
Bye-bye.
Surprise, car's still there.
The plot thickens.
After a few calls
to her friends
wouldn't it seem reasonable
to expect
that the assistant curator
of the county museum
would depart for work?
I realize this is
feel I've spent my life
just waiting for my wife
to get ready
to leave the house.
Oh, you got to be
f***in' kidding me.
Oh.
What the hell?
Wait a minute, wait a minute
wait a minute.
Ah-ha!
Yeah.
Ah-ha.
Yes, officer.
No checks were missing.
Ah. Oh.
There's the hubs.
No wonder you want him back.
He's a stud.
Our town police
are well-paid and polite
and not so different
from the rest of us
to actual crime.
Nobody mugged him
or anything.
What? What am I,
a travel agent?
I guarantee
he's at the strip club
right now hangin' around.
D*ckhead.
Uh-oh.
Here come the water works.
Sh*t.
But then god help us.
The widow, babs.
Right on cue.
Christ.
Oh, god.
Do you ever shut up?
No, no, no, no.
Don't cry, don't cry.
No. He's not worth it.
There you go.
I have big broad
shoulders, darling.
And if you need to cry,
you just lay your head
right here.
Broad shoulders.
Like a f***in' linebacker.
I'll be here for you.
But, darling,
now is the time
that you need
to protect yourself.
You do.
Financially, I mean.
He could wipe you out.
Oh, no, no, no.
Mommy, the bank accounts
are secured.
Look.
Look, look, look.
You see?
If Howard was
going to leave me
wouldn't he have cleared out
all the accounts?
But he didn't.
Well, just give him time.
He will.
You b*tch.
Oh, god, I wish I had
a high-powered rifle
right now.
One shot.
for two days.
At this juncture,
if your spouse
had seemingly vanished
would you go off
to work as usual?
Are daily matters
so very goddamn urgent
Or was that desperate call
to the police a tactic
calculated to embarrass me?
Leave it to Mrs. Wakefield
to turn a rather
amusing sidestep
of Howard's
thoughtless behavior.
I was naive
and condescending
to her mother.
I lacked interest
in her work.
Or I wasted perfectly
beautiful full weekends
watching football games.
And if she was
such a feminist
why did my opening
a door for her
or helping her on
with her coat
matter so goddamn much?
Standing there
I could see.
Diana felt that she
Oh.
I ask you
what is so sacrosanct about
a marriage and a family
that you should have to live
in it day after day
however unrealized
that life may be?
Who hasn't had the impulse
to just put their life
on hold for a moment?
I ask you.
Mm.
Oh, my god, that looks good.
What are you two
doing laughing?
A**holes.
Unh-unh-unh.
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