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[Ryan] Now aren't you the last person I thought I'd see here.
Gee'I don't know, Ryan, am I?
[Ryan]Shot of whiskey and a cigarette? --Bottle of beer and a *** grin?
[Ryan LAUGHS] --Okay. So now you're gonna wanna sit down, right?
[Ryan] Thought you'd never ask.
[Becca]I didn't. --Yeah, well...
Guy know you're smokin' again?
[Becca]Guy can go *** himself.
Aw c'mon now. We both know that that's no fun.
Gee. Guy is sure lucky to have you as a best friend, isn't he?
[Ryan] He sure is lucky to have you as a wife.
'Course you'd say that. I'm the one that needs the help.
[Ryan] You sayin' you need my help?
I'm saying...I need to get ***, Ryan.
[Bad guitar playing and silly fart noises]
[Knocking]
Keep playing Adam. Sounds great.
[Beth] Sister!
[Beth] How'd it go with Dr. Paul? -- Unhelpful.
[Beth] Well, it's a long process. You get what you put into it, y'know?
[Becca] Yeah, well. Tell that to Guy and his AA meetings.
What are those? --Pills.
I thought he was going to take you off those. [Becca] Yeah.
I dunno how you do it. Putting up with these brats all day.
[Beth] I thought you quit!
Adam! Chords, now! [Guitar resumes]
You're worse than Mom.
[Beth] Well. What's one puff?
You seriously shouldn't be smoking, Beth.
[Beth] Well neither should you...right?
[Vehicle horn outside]
Adam, it's your mom.
[Becca] Looks pretty eager to go, Beth.
[Beth] Shut up, you. C'mon, Adam.
[Phone crashes] [Beth] Adam!! Get your shoes.
[Car pulls away]
[Beth] Hey, Guy. -- How ya doin'?
[Beth] I'm doin' pretty good. How are you? -- Okay.
[Beth] What's up?
I got a surprise for her. [Beth] You do?
I'm takin' her up for a weekend at Ryan's cabin.
[Beth] Really. Ryan has a cabin? Well, I guess that sounds all right.
Can you get her for me? [Beth] Uh huh.
[Becca] Look at that dumb *** grin.
[Becca] All he needs is like, a wagging tail and some fluffy ears.
[Beth] Enough. Just 'cause he'll put up with your snarky attitude doesn't mean I will.
What about a collar? -- ENOUGH, Becca.
He has a surprise for you. -- Oh really.
[Beth] Bet it's somethin' nice. [Becca] Yeah. I bet it's like...a TV.
[Beth] It's better than a TV.
Okay, all right, you tell me what it is and I will take you out for breakfast. -- No way.
Anywhere in town, come on, anywhere.
Gosh, Oscar's OR the Hungry Wolf? Not a chance.
Okay...you'll come to rue this day, Bethany.
[Beth] Shut up, you. -- I'll Get you for this.
[Beth] Be careful? -- Never.
[Beth] Then be safe. -- Always.
[Guy] You ready?
[Guy] Hey. -- Hey.
[Becca] What? -- Were you smoking?
[Becca] No, it was Beth. -- Beth?! She didn't quit?
[Becca] Nope. -- She's pregnant!
[Becca] Well...try and stop her. -- Yeah, well, maybe I will.
[Ghostly scream and spooky sounds]
[Spooky music]
[Becca] Let's just keep driving. -- That's the plan.
No, I mean, we just keep driving until we feel like stopping. Whether it takes a day, a month, week, years...
[Becca] ...whatever. That'd be somethin'.
We could do it.
[Guy] Some day. -- Why not today?
Because we have a life back in Stagecoach.
You mean you have a job back in Stagecoach.
[Guy] Yeah. I have a good job. It supports us both.
Which means my opinion doesn't matter. -- No...
[Guy] No, I don't mean that. You know that?
[Camera shutter clicks]
[Creepy music] \cf0 0:11:10.000,0:11:12.000 [Guy] Keep 'em closed.
[Guy] No! I'm gonna come get you. Settle down.
[Truck door opens] [Becca] Wait, okay, my hair is stuck. Aah! Guy, don't touch-
[Guy] Okay, just c'mon. -- What are you doing...
[Guy] You'll see! No no, not yet, you're gonna ruin the surprise!
[Becca] I don't care about the surprise. -- Oh, you're gonna care about the surprise.
[Guy] Okay. Ready? Three...twooooooo...one!
[Guy] It's a cabin!
[Guy] It's...it's my buddy Ryan's, he uh...
[Guy] ...he sent me a key just outta the blue, said we could come up here, use it for the weekend...
[Guy] Thought it'd be a nice idea.
Spend a little bit of time together, out in nature...there's the ocean just right there...
[Guy] ...hiking trails, you can take as many pictures as you want.
[Becca] It's good...a good idea.
[Guy] I know...
...it's been a little stressful lately, with the pills and everything, so I just uh-
It's fine.
Becca, if you don't wanna stay here, we can go back.
No. It's fine Guy, let's go take a look.
Good?
[Ghostly voice] BECCA...Becca... [Guy] Becca?
You okay, babe?
I'm fine. C'mon.
Okay.
[Guy] We'll clean it up a bit. It'll be good. It'll be good!
[Becca] Are you sure this is the right place?
[Guy] I hope so. That'd be kind of embarrassing...
[Guy] Aw, yeah, this is his place. He left beer.
[Becca] Looks pretty old.
[Guy] Look at this. Must be where they kept their mutant kids locked up. You know, like in the Evil Dead?
[Guy] "SWALLOW YOUR SOUL!" [Laughs]
[Guy] Or...not.
This is nice stuff!
[Becca] Like either of us know anything about fine china.
[Guy] I guess not.
[Sex sounds]
[Guy] Admit it.
[Guy] I did good. Yeah you...you did not bad.
[Guy] I did good. -- You did good.
[Guy] Things have been kinda tough lately. With everything- -- Guy.
[Guy] I'm sorry I brought it up again, I just...
[Guy] I just wanna say that things are gonna get better now...
[Guy] I promise you. -- Don't, don't, please...
[Becca] Don't promise...that.
[Guy] Okay...no promises...
[Guy] But I'm gonna try. Okay? -- Okay.
[Guy] Yeah. -- You're gonna try.
[Guy] You all right?
Yeah! I'm fine.
I'm gonna, uhm...I'm gonna lie down for a bit though, okay?
[Guy] Yeah! That's a good idea, get some rest. I gotta go get the rest of the stuff.
WINE??????!???!?!!!???
Becca. -- That was quick!
[Classic jazz]
It's uh...it's for you.
[Gasps, breathing loudly]
[Guy] Hey what's wrong?
[Becca] Bad dream. -- It's okay. Just a dream.
[Guy] Go back to sleep. -- Yeah.
[Guy snoring]
[Creepy wind sound]
[Something falls]
[Male voice reads journal entry] July 5th, 1955. This new environment has my senses tingling...
Everything feels fresh, crisp... from my wife's soft skin to the rough canvas...
Even the air itself has an electricity to it.
[Ghostly music builds]
[Male voice continues] Beauty is what...defines us as human.
It is beauty, and our ability to see this beauty which makes us different from any other species in the world.
With beauty we will live on into the ages. Death and lifelessness does not exist within beauty...
True beauty lives on forever.
[Becca] You scared me. [Guy laughing]
[Guy] What's up with the book? -- Nothing.
[Guy] Do I get to see it? -- Nope.
[Guy] What's so special about it? -- Nothing's special.
[Guy] You gonna come back to bed? -- Yeah. To bed.
Guy!
[Becca] Give it back. -- Ooh! Jasper. Dear Diary...
[Becca] That's not funny.
[Becca] You're such a *** child sometimes. -- What??
[Birds chirping]
You're awake.
[Guy] Feel better?
Better than what?
I mean are you done pouting.
I was not pouting, Guy. -- Right.
C'mon, you gotta fill up. We're gonna go for a hike.
I don't really feel like eating or...hiking, today. -- Why not?
The whole reason we came out here was to spend time together...
[Guy] ...in nature. You wanna just sit around here all day?
No, of course not, you go for your hike
That's ***.
[Becca] What? Well, sarcastic or helpful, the message is the same.
I just don't feel good.
Okay, right. I bet you'll feel just good enough to sit there reading that book all day.
[Becca] Just go for your hike. -- ...Okay. I will.
[Guy] Bye. [Door slams]
[Classic jazz] cf0 0:29:30.000,0:29:36.000 [Male voice reads journal entry] Why my parents had this dumb idea to settle in Bolontis sur Boutonnes
It's a boring little village.
Coming here, not only did they kill their couple, but they drew us with them.
No future for them, no future for us.
We were outlaws. Not from the place, and everybody, even after all those years...
...made sure we knew it.
February 27th, 1945. They call me crazy... 0:30:06.501,0:30:09.000\ I guess that's what they call anyone with an independent thought...
...but I'm starting to believe it.
[Classic jazz continues]
[Music fades]
[GUNSHOT]
[Male voice reading journal entry] I feel something for her...this woman I don't even know.
My paintings have a new passion. I have let go of shape and form...
I think I have finally allowed myself to truly express how I am feeling.
August 2nd, 1955...
Claire. She treats me like an idiot...
...like I don't know what she's talking about. It's been much worse since we got here.
[LOUD WIND]
[Door slams]
There must be dead bodies around here. [Laughs]
Don't worry...
...you're safe.
[Phone ringing]
[Beth] Do your chords.
Oh, ***. Missed it.
[Automated voice] The last number to call your line was: Unavailable.
[Paul (on phone)] Dr. Spaetgens here. Hi Paul.
[Paul] That's...Dr. Spaetgens, Ms. Cooper. -- Geez. Excuse the hell outta me.
[Paul] How are things, Ms. Cooper? -- Aw, I'm glad you asked, Paul...
...I'm pregnant, my back is killing me... I haven't had sex in months. How are you?
[Paul] Having a bad day, are we, Ms. Cooper? -- Why? Are you looking for business?
[Paul] How can I help you? -- What'd my sister say when she came in?
[Paul] I'm sorry. Is there anything else I can help you with?
Don't bother with that official-sounding "doctor" voice with me, Paul. I'm serious.
[Paul] It's Dr. Spaetgens- -- I'm waiting.
[Paul] It doesn't matter who you are, doctor-patient confidentiality is- -- I will come to your house, Paul.
Look, I just wanna know about Guy. She talk about him?
[Paul] Of course, uh, he came up, but no, he was not the reason she came. -- Well why then?
[Paul] Nothing to do with Guy.
Did he hit her again? [Paul] Jesus, do you ever-
Yes or no?
[Paul] No. Of course not, okay?
[Paul] A little piece of advice, Beth- -- No. Thank you.
[Becca makes pleasured sounds]
[Male voice reads journal entry] She talked about it like it was nothing, just another chore to be taken care of.
[Door opens, Becca gasps]
I don't know if she realizes what she's actually implying...
...that I'm losing my mind. Perhaps she just doesn't want to think about it, to admit it to herself.
My wife, my lover, thinks that I'm losing my mind.
She spends my money faster than I make it, she seems to despise the thought of talking to me...
...even while making love. And she thinks that I'm insane?!
[Door slams as Guy enters]
[Becca] Hi. -- Hey.
[Becca] What time is it? -- Dark.
[Guy] Did you have a nice day?
[Becca] Yeah. -- Nice relaxing time?
[Becca] Mm-hmm. Thanks for understanding.
I'm just glad we're here together.
[LOUD NOISE]
[Becca] What the hell was that?
[Guy] It's just a bird. -- Is it alive?
[Guy] No. No, it's not alive. -- We should bury it.
[Guy] Just leave it for the animals. -- Guy!
[Guy] That's just how nature works. You're not helping it by depriving something else of food.
That poor thing.
[Guy] Okay, yeah, we can bury it if it's important to you.
[Becca] No, it's fine. -- No, it's okay. I'm sorry, I was too harsh...
...we'll bury it together in the morning, okay?
[Becca] It's fine.
[Guy] No, we're gonna bury it...
...I forget how much you care sometimes.
[Becca] Okay. In the morning.
[Guy] Come back to bed? -- Yeah.
[Guy] You must feel refreshed.
[Becca] Why is that? -- All the relaxing you've done.
[Becca] Guy, don't.
[Guy] It's a good thing I have you, then.
[Becca] Guy...not tonight...
...the bird, I'm still kind of...
[Guy] You're trembling. -- Exactly. Guy, stop...
[Guy] Nah. -- GUY!
[Guy] What's wrong?
[Becca] There's nothing wrong with me.
[Guy] Yeah, nothing wrong with bein' frigid.
[Becca] Since I'm so frigid, why don't you go sleep on the couch.
[Guy] Why don't you go sleep on the couch. You seemed to like it fine last night.
[Becca] Please go sleep- -- ***!
[Bedroom door slams]
Come on.
[Guy's voice reads journal entry] August 11th, 1955.
I thought this would be a good chance for Claire and I to get back on track...
...but this place seems to be doing something to her. She's angry all the time.
She gets frustrated by every little thing. We had a fight over a cup of tea today...
I asked for the sugar and our arms bumped as she passed it to me.
I dropped my cup and it broke...
[Guy's voice merges with journal's voice] ...I've never seen her so mad. She insisted on cleaning up-
[Becca] Jesus Christ, Guy!
[Guy] You shouldn't be reading that.
Two months in AA and now you're some sort of saint?
[Guy] Wow...how long you been holdin' on to that one?
This is a breach of trust. You can just sneak in here!
[Guy] I'm just...I'm just trying to understand what's wrong, Becca.
What'd you think would happen when we got married?
[Guy] I don't know, I thought...we would settle down, and have a family, be happy together, same as any couple.
[Becca] Did you think that we would travel, or... move to another city, experience life?
Leave Stagecoach?
[Becca] It scares you, even now. Just to say it!
[Guy] No, Becca...
[Guy] I don't care where I've been, or where I'm going, or where I'm gonna be, I just wanna be going there with you.
I do. It's about both of us.
[Guy] Okay, so that's what you want. You wanna move. We can do that, we'll move.
We're not gonna *** move.
Okay. We're not gonna move.
No, we're not gonna move as part of a "fix-it" for me. This isn't about a problem of mine.
[Guy] Okay, I'm just, I'm trying to understand what you need.
I needed...a life.
[Guy] What do you mean?
Age eighteen, right? That's the perfect time to get married.
[Guy] Yeah, I think it is a perfect time to get married, when you're really in love with someone.
It wasn't in love.
[Becca] I was a child, Guy. I had a puppy crush, and you thought...
...you thought I looked good, you wanted to grab me quick before you turned 26...
...you know, settle down. It was your time, it was NOT my time at all.
No, we were in love...and we are in love.
[Becca] It grew into that. Maybe...
...I didn't have a choice...
...this great, cute, older guy, is suddenly...
...the rest of my life! And where the *** did that come from? I don't know!
It came from being in love and getting married, and, and...
...I'm trying to make it work again, Becca...
...but you just keep trying to hurt me.
[Becca] I'm not trying to hurt you!
[Becca] I'm just trying to get out of this *** trap that you've put me in.
[Guy] I trapped you?! -- Yes you did!
[Guy] That's ***! -- It's not ***, LOOK at me!
[Guy] Okay. Okay...
...so things aren't perfect right now. I know that.
[Guy] But they were. And I'm trying to get us back to that place, Becca...
...but you just keep fighting me every step of the way!
I have to fight!
You...you have robbed years from my life.
Do you remember that time, when you were in your 20s...
...and you were out there, meeting people and experiencing life? Do you remember that?...
...before you found me? You TOOK that from me!...
...You took the chance for me to go and actually find love. It's *** GONE.
Before I found you...I had nobody.
I was alone, and I had nothing.
I saved you from that life.
You don't even know what it feels like to be alone.
I really wish that I did.
[Door slams]
[Empty pill bottle clatters around]
[Door BANGING]
[Male voice from journal entries] Becca?
[Becca] You scared me. -- Oh, I didn't mean to.
[Door BANGING]
It's...my wife Clair.
[Becca] What does she want? -- She wants to come in.
You're the painter.
The artist.
Jasper. [Jasper] Right.
Becca.
I'm glad that you are here.
[Becca] Why?
You should know that.
I'm really sorry. I shouldn't have read it.
I'm glad that you did.
[Becca] No, it's your private thoughts, your...dreams.
Would you like to see my sketches?
Your paintings are beautiful.
Well, thank you.
[Door BANGING]
I apologize, it's, uh-
Do you want to go and talk with her?
We are past this point.
Did you...did you try, did you fight for it?
Seems to me that love shouldn't be something to fight for.
[Becca] Love just is.
[Jasper] Yes. Or isn't.
When I feel at my best I paint.
That is everything inwards going outwards.
When I'm unhappy, when I...
...when I fight with Claire, when the world seems...dark...
...I sketch.
That is everything I see around going into my hand, onto the paper.
In a way that's when my art is the most beautiful.
You've seen my paintings.
[Jasper] Let me show you my sketches.
[Bottle splashes into ocean]
What the ***?
Hey! Hey hold on, I'm comin' to get you!
[Jasper] LEAVE HER ALONE!
Oh ***! Aaah!
Okay. I need a drink.
[Woman] So do I.
[Guy] Who's there?!
Hi.
My name is Clair.
Guy. I'm Guy, my name's...Guy.
It's a pleasure to meet you.
You too, Clair. What are you doing up here?
I live here. [Guy] Really...
...that's weird. I thought we had the only cabin out here.
What brings you out here in the middle of the night?
Uh...nothin'. Nothin' that's any of your business, I guess.
Well I thought so.
So what is it that isn't my business?
Uh...my wife.
Things just aren't like they used to be.
[Clair] Well that's a simple fix. -- Really.
Kill her.
[Guy laughs] -- You've already prepared the whole thing...
Brought her up to a remote cabin in the woods...no neighbours, no communication...
No neighbours except for you. [Clair] Now, Guy...
Talk like this should send you running for the hills.
[Guy] Lucky for you. -- What?
I have a sense of humour.
Right.
[Guy] Yeah.
[Guy] Actually, I uh, think I'm kinda losing my mind here. I'm seein' things, I swear I just...
...I swear I just saw a dead body down in the ocean. I'm sure I...touched it.
I touched it.
Now you're wondering if I have a sense of humour. [Guy] No.
No no no. It's not a joke, it's not funny. Just ten seconds before I saw you...
I saw, um...it was like...a ghost.
[Clair laughing] [Guy] It's not funny. I'm not joking.
You...saw a ghost.
I saw a dead body...that talked to me.
[Clair] So... -- So?
Could be a hell of a lot worse, couldn't it.
[Clair] So...
So what happens now?
[Fire crackling]
My sketches.
[Jasper] They're not all finished.
Some of them are barely started.
[Jasper] There isn't enough time in the world. You've got to finish what's important.
Do you...do you understand this?
No.
Do you like them?
[Jasper] They're all sketches of you.
They're impossible.
But now you seem no more or...no less real, than when I drew this.
Each one of them.
[Becca] And when I read your journal, I...
I'm glad that you are here.
There are so many things that I am uncertain of...
...but of that, I'm sure.
I won't be here forever.
He's gonna take me away. The fight...
He's going to leave.
He's gonna take me with him.
You don't know him.
He'd take you against your will?
[Becca] I don't know. -- He'd hurt you?
[Front door opens]
[Door slams shut]
[Guy] What a day.
I'm just gonna say one thing.
I'm sorry.
I know sometimes you need your space and...I don't give it to you.
So I think...we should both take a bit of time to cool off.
I'll sleep on the couch tonight and if you feel like it, we can talk about it more in the morning.
Sounds good.
[Guy] Yeah. -- It all sounds good.
Okay.
[Becca] But you take the bed.
Really? [Becca] Yeah.
Thanks.
Thank you, Guy.
Have a good night.
[Birds chirping]
[*** slapping back and forth against thighs]
[Guy] Mornin' Becca. -- Sleep well?
[Guy] I did.
[Guy] You maybe up for going for a hike today?
[Guy] You're lookin' bright-eyed and beautiful.
[Becca] You aren't even looking.
[Guy] I can hear it in your voice.
[Guy] What'dya say? You wanna go for a hike?
Sure. Let's do it.
[Guy] Okay. -- Okay.
Wow. Looks like we got here at the perfect time.
Well...
I don't know about you, but, I think...
...this is a pretty good spot to spend the night.
[Guy] If you like. -- I don't know.
No funny business. Scout's honour.
Hmm....
Hmm...
[Guy] I brought a sheet, we can hang it up right down the middle of the tent...
...it'll be like we have separate rooms. [Becca LAUGHS]
Okay. -- Yeah?
Okay!
[Jasper's voice reading journal] We never hold hands anymore...
[Jasper's voice continues] Such a simple thing...
But something I miss so much.
[Water extinguishes fire]
[Tent flap zipped up]
[Guy exhales sharply]
[*** sounds]
Guy?
Guy.
[Becca] I need to tell you something.
Becca?
[Becca] There's someone up here. A man...
I wanna see you. [Becca] Let me talk.
I read his journal.
He talked about his wants...his dreams...
...his fantasies...
...I fell in love with him, Guy...
...and out of love with you. -- Becca!!
Becca!
BECCA!
[Romantic jazz] [Jasper] You're here now.
That's me...
[Jasper] Your external beauty, maybe. To capture all of you is beyond my talents.
[Becca laughs] You certainly are charming. -- Am I?
[Becca] You are. -- People say that I'm...I'm shy.
[Becca] You haven't been the least bit shy around me.
Yeah, I know. It's a...I don't have an explanation for that.
You have been a bit reserved. -- Have I?
You have.
[Door slams, footsteps]
What was that?!
[Becca] What was what, what happened? -- Pack your ***, we're leaving tonight.
Wait, I wanna stay... -- *** that! We're done here.
What happened to you, babe? -- What happened to me, what happened to you?!
[Guy] I wake up in the middle of the night and you're...gone! -- Right...
[Guy] Well then I guess I had a moment of clarity. -- What?
[Guy] I SAW you.
I don't care what you saw. Right now you just-
[Guy] Oh, you want it now? -- I want you.
[Guy] You come runnin' back here in the middle of the night, why? -- I don't know.
[Guy] Are you love with somebody else? -- I want you...
[Guy] Who is he? What's his name?! -- I want you...
[Guy] Then why did you leave me? -- It's just me and you.
[Birds chirping]
[Guy] I gotta go get some wood for the fire. [Kisses Becca]
[Creepy sound]
[Beth] Ryan. Looking good.
It's *** early, Beth. -- It's 1 PM.
What do you want? -- Nobody seems to like me anymore.
That's 'cuz you were a *** before you got pregnant, and you're worse now.
[Ryan] To what do I owe the pleasure? -- Were you with Guy on September 5th, 1997?
[Ryan laughs] What is this, ***' Dateline or something? I can't remember that ***.
You were celebrating moving in to this beautiful new place. Having drinks.
[Ryan] September 5th was my moving in party? -- Right.
[Ryan] Why didn't you just say that in the first place? -- Just tell me what you remember.
Uh...we got shitfaced. Guy quit drinkin' the day after that.
[Ryan laughs] Oh yeah. -- What's so funny?
That was the day Becca fell down the stairs. -- She fell?
Yeah. They had to stay. Guy was worried she had a concussion or something.
Was she hurt?
A little banged up from what I remember but...I dunno, I was pretty hammered...
...so was she.
Why'd Guy stop drinking then
[Ryan] Maybe he was afraid of falling down the stairs. [Beth huffs]
He felt bad that he let her get hurt.
He was really upset...*** *** swore he'd never drink again.
[Beth] She said he hit her. -- So?
She said Guy hit her that night. -- So she's full of ***, big surprise.
Can I ask your opinion on something?
[Ryan] That'd be a first.
Really. You know Guy well. I want your opinion.
Yeah. Of course.
Do you think there's any harm in them being up there?
Up where? -- At your *** cabin.
What are you talking about? -- At your *** cabin, Ryan, Jesus!
...The cabin they're staying at for the weekend.
You didn't send that note to Guy?
"Be the perfect place for you two...secluded cabin, intimate...no?
[Ryan] You think that I'd write that a cabin was ***' "secluded and intimate"?
[Beth] *** it. I'm going up there.
[Jasper] It's not very nice of you to tease me like that ...after figuring me out.
New York! [Jasper] New York...
[Becca] Well? -- Well, it's a...big city.
[Becca laughs] C'mon -- Lots of people...and uh...
...it makes me uncomfortable, actually. You know what? It's a very dirty city.
[Becca] What?!
[Becca's laugh echoes]
[Becca] What about the art galas, and parties, and music...?
[Jasper] Grand thoughts. You would have gone far in New York, actually.
[Guy] What the hell, Becca.
[Becca] What are you doing here? -- Cutting wood.
[Guy] I thought you quit.
[Becca] Quit? -- Smoking. Drinking.
[Becca] You drank the wine.
[Guy] The wine that's sitting on the counter? I haven't had a *** drop.
[Becca] I'm not smoking. -- Oh, lie to me again...
...one more time, Becca, lie to me again. -- I wasn't smoking! Guy, you're not-
***!
Okay...weird. But thank you.
[Clair] You're welcome. -- ***!
Why do you have to scare the *** outta me like that? What are you doing here?
[Claire] Don't ask stupid questions. Take a drink.
I quit.
[Clair] A lie is a dangerous thing. -- I don't lie.
I know. You're a good person. My husband wasn't.
Well may you aren't either.
You still love her, don't you. -- What?
Your wife, Becca. Your soul mate...
...destined to be together, impossible to keep apart. -- Who are you?
I used to own the cabin.
That's impossible. My friend Ryan is the second owner...
...and before that some guy back in the 50s. -- Actually, it isn't Ryan's cabin.
Actually it is Ryan's cabin, he sent me a letter with the key.
I sent you a letter with the key.
What do you want?
Your wife is cheating on you. -- ***! How would you know that?
Because she's doing it with my husband.
You're not real, are you?
I'm telling you the truth.
She's doing something behind my back. Y'know...
...it's driving me crazy.
You're not crazy. -- No, I don't mean insane like I'm angry...
...I mean full-on, batshit, seein' things crazy.
So what are you gonna do about it?
This. And not a lot else, so if you'll excuse me please.
You wanna know what I'd do in this situation? -- Oh, because you're full-on crazy too? Thank you, that explains a lot.
I'd kill my husband. -- If you caught him smoking?!
If I caught him *** your wife. -- SHUT UP!
You wanna know what she's been telling that doctor? -- What doctor?
Her doctor. She tells him about all the times you've hit her...
...the time that it started at Ryan's apartment where you thought it was okay...
...and the times after that where you hurt her, where you taught her a lesson.
She wouldn't say that. -- Why not?
Because it's a ***' lie!
What's a lie, that you hit her? Not anymore.
I mean before! -- Oh I see, so you didn't hit her before, just-
No! Yes...
[Clair] So...why would she- -- I didn't mean to hit her!
I didn't mean to hit her.
[Guy] She can just be- -- I'm sorry. I didn't let you finish.
[Clair] You didn't mean to hit her, she just... -- She wouldn't lie like that.
I'm telling you the truth, Guy...
...can't you see that we need each other? -- For what?
You needed me to listen. I need you to make things right.
Make things right. [Laughs]
Kill her. -- You go to Hell!
[Grunge music]
[Wine bottle shatters in distance]
[Guy] What happens now?
[Claire] Kill her.
[Becca giggling] I like blankets. C'mon.
See? It's better.
[Jasper] I love you. -- I love you.
[Guy] What were you doing?
Sleeping.
[Guy] What were you doing? -- Sleeping.
[Guy] Sleeping.
I'm not gonna do this with you anymore.
Neither am I.
I'm in love.
With this other guy.
Mm-hmm.
Yeah.
[Guy whispering] You... -- Mm-hmm?
...are...
...a lying little *** ***.
What the hell do you want?
[Jasper] Are you okay?
I love you.
[Jasper] I love you too.
I don't know what to do.
We've had fights before...but never this bad.
Even so, he always comes back.
[Jasper] He's not going to leave us alone.
Never.
[Claire] Don't let her walk all over you. -- Handle your own *** life, I'm done here.
You ***. I gave you everything. I gave you my body.
I guess that's not what I was looking for.
You aren't much of a man, are you, Guy?
You're not much of a person, Clair...
...So your husband cheats on you...
You think that gives you the right to kill him to ease your misery?
You selfish ***.
Yeah, my wife is a lying ***, but at least she owns up to it.
How dare you... -- There's a standard of human *** decency!!
***!
What're you doing? *** give me that!
[Becca] God, no! I'm sorry! -- ***!
[Cheerful Jazz]
[Becca] I didn't mean to. -- You did what you had to do.
I did...didn't I.
Perhaps in some small way...
...he understood that everything was being set right.
You mean that...
...he enjoyed being murdered by his wife? -- Becca...
...nothing could make me doubt you. Not even for a second.
Nothing? -- No. As you would never doubt me.
[Car horn in distance]
She's coming to take you away.
She loves me. -- So do I.
[Car pulls up]
[Beth] Becca??
[Jazz]