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(birds chirping)
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- [Woman] Hey, babe.
Do you need some packing tape?
I'm almost done in here.
(tape wrapping) (unnerving music)
I am so excited to have this move.
We can get out, we can do things,
you can get another job.
(woman screams)
(unnerving music)
(Marco yawns)
(lighthearted music)
(phone rings)
- Shit, oh shit.
Shit!
Hello, yes?
Reyes?
That's correct, Marco Reyes.
Yes, I'm on my way down there,
I'm just stuck in traffic,
it was supposed to be 9:30.
Yes, I was hoping we could reschedule
maybe this afternoon or tomorrow.
Yes, I understand, it's important to be on time.
Are you sure, really?
I can come anytime?
I could always just...
Is it...
Okay, well...
Hello?
Jesus, what an awful person.
(lighthearted music)
(cupboard opens)
Jesus.
(toaster beeps)
(air conditioning blows)
(lighthearted music)
(Marco sighs)
(toaster beeps)
(grenades exploding) (guns firing)
- [Dana] I gotta pee.
I swear, this baby is using my bladder as a punching bag.
- Totally.
- [Dana] How did it go today?
- Uh huh.
(guns firing)
- How did it go today?
- Okay.
- Talk to me.
- What do you want me to say?
- Tell me how it went.
- I'm not gonna get it.
- Oh.
Why not?
- Oh, there were a lot of people there.
- So?
- So, they looked like four year university types,
not two year community college types
who still haven't finished their last three classes.
- Hey.
- Todd, I gotta go, your mom's here.
Hey.
- You know you're worth more than that, right?
- Mm.
- How long did you work at the auto parts place,
like three and a half years?
And you did everything for that guy.
You did the books, you paid the guys,
and you even did his taxes.
- So what?
That's real world experience.
It shows character because you stepped up and took charge,
and people love that shit.
- Do they?
- Yeah, and so do I. - Oh.
- Ugh!
Let's go out to eat.
- Oh, that might be a problem.
- Mm.
Not if we use my new credit card.
- No, no way, no way.
- What, why not?
- I think using credit to eat in restaurants
is a really bad idea.
(Dana groans)
- But the baby really wants Thai food,
and I have a coupon.
- The baby is gonna have to settle for something else.
- It's just temporary,
we're only gonna do it until you get a job,
and then we'll pay the whole thing off.
- Oh.
What's the interest rate?
- Cheaper than starvation?
Come on, let's go.
- Uh, no dessert.
- Baby really wants dessert.
- Mm, then I get four beers.
- Two beers, and you have to put on pants.
- Okay, deal.
- Yeah.
(cell phone buzzes)
(shower runs)
(Marco sighs)
(mysterious music)
(air conditioner hums)
(Macro exhales)
(unnerving music)
(water pours)
(toaster beeps)
(unnerving music continues)
(door slams)
(cell phone rings)
- Hello?
Yes, this is Marco Reyes.
Who's this?
Yes, I did email my resume yesterday,
thank you for calling me back so quickly,
I am very interested in the position.
Excuse me?
I'm sorry, I don't understand.
Why would you call the police?
Are you sure you have the right Marco?
Hello?
(cell phone buzzes)
(mysterious music)
(drawers closing)
(cell phone continues buzzing)
(unnerving music)
(helicopter flies overhead)
(door slams)
- [Character] Look out, look out!
- [Todd] Marco, you better watch your ass, man.
- All right, just shut your mouth
and let me blow shit up, all right?
Don't fuck with me today, Todd.
- [Todd] Oh, suck my dick, old man.
(unnerving music)
- [Dana] Can you hear me now?
- What?
- I called your name like five times.
- Sorry.
I didn't hear you, I guess I lost track of time.
I'm sorry.
- Hey, I need to talk to you about something.
And you have to promise not to get mad, okay?
- Okay.
- Did you actually go to that job interview yesterday?
- Yes.
Yes.
- When you drive the car, you always back it in,
and it wasn't backed in.
Do you want to change your story?
- I didn't go.
- Why not?
- The alarm didn't go off the fuckin' thing,
and I woke up late.
- It would've been a good job!
- I called, I tried to reschedule,
but the fuckin' bitch on the phone-
- Hey, watch your mouth!
Why did you lie to me?
You don't have to do that, we're a team.
Remember?
- No secrets.
- Right.
- So, what about your secret cell phone?
- My what?
Marco.
- That's not mine.
- Oh, sure it's not.
- Marco, you pay the phone bill.
Wouldn't you notice if there was an extra charge?
- It's probably one of those prepaid things.
- Yeah, from when?
The 90's?
Look at this thing, it's a relic.
Besides, if I had a secret cell phone,
wouldn't I just leave it at school?
- I know what I saw.
- Honey.
The people who lived here before us
probably just left it here.
- It was on today, you got a text.
- Show me.
(Dana sighs)
- It's probably out of battery.
- Yeah.
That thing has been out of battery
for like 20 years.
- Then why was it still ringing?
- You heard ringing?
- It's more like a...
(Marco mock buzzes)
Like a fuckin'-
- It was probably the neighbors.
You know how sometimes it sounds like
something's coming from inside the apartment
but really it's coming from next door?
Like the time they were having pervy sex?
(Dana taps)
- Maybe.
- Are you sick?
Oh, you're kinda warm.
You should lie down.
(Marco chuckles)
- I'm gonna go shower.
- Okay, a cold shower.
- I'm gonna go shower.
- A cool shower, okay?
- Cool shower. - Yeah.
You know, it's probably stress.
- [Marco] Yeah.
- [Dana] How much coffee are you drinking every day?
- So much.
- Yeah.
It's probably the coffee.
You should switch to tea.
- Fuck!
(Marco shivers)
(sink runs)
(Marco spits)
(cell phone buzzes)
- Hey.
No.
Because!
Mom, I can hold the phone to myself all day
and he's still not gonna hear you.
Because I know.
Fine.
Are you happy now?
(Dana chuckles)
Hey, um...
I need to talk to you about something.
We're gonna be a little light this month.
1,500?
I know.
I know it's a lot of money.
It's two months of rent, it's all of our bills,
all of the baby stuff.
No, I'm glad you called.
Yeah.
He is, he's just...
The interview process takes a long time,
and these people don't make snap decisions, you know?
Yeah.
I love you too.
Bye.
(Dana sighs)
(door creaks)
Marco?
(keys jingle)
- Dana.
Dana.
- Where'd you go?
- I had to clear my head.
- You can't just do that.
I didn't know where you were.
- I don't know what's wrong with me.
- I don't have to be here, you know.
I could just go home.
- This is home.
- Well, it doesn't feel like it.
- Don't give up on us.
(Marco sighs)
(spoon scrapes)
(coffee pours)
(toast pops) (Marco chews)
(tense music)
This is Marco Reyes in apartment 413.
I got another one of your notes today,
and I don't appreciate it.
I know I'm a few days late on the rent,
but you have no right to enter my apartment
without my permission,
and this is the third day in a row.
Now, I expect these notes to stop immediately.
Otherwise, I'm gonna be forced to take my complaint
to the relevant authorities.
(phone slams)
(mysterious music)
(door slams)
(sink runs)
(knife sharpens)
- Hey.
Oh.
Easy there, D'Artagnan.
- Sorry, my bad.
- I have great news.
- Yeah?
- What would you say if I told you
that I got you a job at my school?
- I can't be a teacher, I didn't graduate?
- Okay, not with the teachers, with the engineers?
- A janitor?
- It's $13 an hour.
- That's less than I was making before.
- Yeah, but it's more than you're making now,
which is nothing.
- Oh, so that's what you want, huh?
Watch me push a broom all day.
- I do.
- Do it, do it, get that money.
- I find that sexy, I would like that.
(Dana chuckles)
- Look...
My dad worked shit jobs his entire life
so that I wouldn't have to.
- And so now you have to work shit jobs for your son.
It's just temporary.
- Nah.
- "Nah?"
- Look, I swear, I will find a job
before the end of a week.
- You have a job.
All you have to do is go in and fill out the application,
I already did all the work.
- [Marco] I will think about it.
- You're the one that says that men should work.
I mean, do you like this?
Do you like me supporting us?
- I already said that I would find a job
by the end of the week.
- You have a job today.
Why don't you clean the apartment by the end of week?
- I di...
(tense music)
Did you do this?
- No. - I cleaned all day for you.
Why'd you do this?
(cup rattles)
- No, hey, we're not done talking!
(cell phone buzzes)
You know, I don't get you.
I really don't!
I put myself out there for you with my employer,
and now I have to go back to him
and say that you don't want it?
- I see what you're doing!
- It puts me in a weird position.
What am I doing?
- [Marco] It's the only explanation,
you want to fucking break up.
- My god, because I want my college educated boyfriend
to actually get a job,
or I want to come home to a clean house-
- No, it's that you're fucking too afraid to say it
so you act like a bitch and tell the...
- I'm sorry.
I'll never help you again.
- Oh, why should I care, Dana?
- Because if I go, you know what I'm taking with me.
- Oh, fine, you want to leave?
- Yeah.
- Oh, good, go ahead.
Run home to mommy and daddy and all their money.
I'm sure we're all gonna be a lot better off now.
- No, we won't.
You won't, I won't.
The baby definitely won't.
- Hey, when you get there,
be sure to tell your mom that I said thanks.
You know, for the rent?
- She loves you!
You're the father of her grandchild.
- Not so sure.
- That she loves you or that you're the father?
And you need to be really careful
about how you answer that.
- I have my doubts.
- That's enough.
(Marco grunts)
(cell phone buzzes) - Fuck!
Shit!
(dramatic music)
(knob turns)
(air conditioner buzzes) (phone rings)
- [Dana] This is Dana's voicemail.
Leave a message and I'll call you back.
(mysterious music)
(phone rings)
This is Dana's voicemail.
Leave a message and I'll call you back.
(unnerving music)
(Carlo blows)
(bottle sprays)
(cell phone beeps)
(door opens)
(sneakers squeak) (box drags)
(lighthearted music)
(box falls)
(knife cuts)
(crib gate rattles)
(cell phone beeps)
(jarring music)
Damn it!
(tense music)
(cell phone rings)
(Marco sighs)
Hey.
(lighthearted music)
Okay.
(lighthearted music continues)
(pan sizzles)
(door opens)
- Hi.
Hey, um, what do you call a cow with no legs?
- What?
- Ground beef.
(Dana chuckles)
- You're good with these.
You should try standup.
- Mm, mm.
I'm working on my 5 minutes.
- This is really good, by the way.
I should probably have you cook for me all the time.
- Does the baby like it?
- Mm, yeah.
He loves it.
It's his new craving.
It's our new craving, actually.
- Oh.
And the crib?
- I love it, it's perfect.
How did you finance this little celebration?
- Mm...
I pawned my gun.
- You look nice.
(Marco chuckles)
- You know, it's funny, I was gonna skip the tie,
but it makes me feel normal for a change.
(calming music)
- Come here.
(Dana chuckles)
I love you and I missed you.
And we're a team, right?
- Let's get married.
- You know how I feel about that.
- He deserves it.
- Yeah, but, it's not gonna fix what's wrong.
- What's wrong?
I don't know either.
- You know what?
I'm gonna help you.
I'm gonna be your assistant.
- Ooh, yeah?
- Yeah.
And I'm gonna help you make calls,
and follow up on those calls, and mock interviews,
and we're just gonna fix this thing together.
- Okay.
- Yeah!
And as soon as people figure out how smart you are,
and how hard working you are, and how gorgeous you are,
they're not gonna wanna hire anybody else but you.
Right?
- Right.
- Starting tonight.
- Starting tomorrow?
- Starting tonight. - Starting tomorrow.
- Starting tomorrow.
(calming music)
(Marco groans)
Where are you going?
- I have to pee.
- [Marco] Tough.
I will sympathy pee for you.
- That's gross.
- [Marco] I thought we should just share everything.
- Mm-mm.
- [Marco] No?
Well, good, I don't have to share my pizza anymore.
(Dana laughs)
- I look like a scientist.
- [Marco] A sexy scientist.
(Marco whistles)
You want coffee?
- Just a half.
Right.
The name of the game is follow-up.
We are going to make a list of all the places
you sent resumes to...
Right here, okay?
- Ooh.
- Thank you for this.
- Gosh.
Sex makes me horny.
- Okay, well, we're supposed to be working.
- Oh, I thought you were my secretary.
- Is this how you treat a secretary?
- I don't know.
Are you gonna put on a miniskirt and high heels?
- Uh, hello?
Human resources, I'd like to report a predator.
- That's me, the predator.
- All right, you can harass me once you get a job,
how about that?
- Okay.
- Okay, so we're gonna make a list here.
It's gonna have the name, the company,
email, and who you sent your resume to.
- For what?
- Because you're gonna call them,
and you're going to say,
"Did you get my resume?"
And "Are you scheduling any sort of interviews?"
Shake the tree, see what comes out.
- That's really good.
- Okay, where's your resume?
- It's on the desktop, it's called "Marco's Resume".
What are you doing?
- Um, looking it up.
- There's no reason to, it's fine.
- Why not?
I mean, I'm just gonna take a look.
- You're just gonna tell me it's no good
and try to change it,
and then all of a sudden it's no longer my resume,
it becomes your resume.
- Oh, Marco.
This isn't the 3rd grade, I'm not gonna make fun of you.
- All right, fine.
Do whatever you want.
- All right.
- It's hot today.
- [Dana] I don't know how you stand that thing.
- I need it.
- You know, they're not exactly giving away
free electricity.
This gives me a headache.
- Cool, refreshing air gives you a headache?
- It's bad for you, just open up the window.
- Opening a window just makes it hotter.
- Not if you open one in the bedroom
and then it creates a cross-breeze.
- Ugh!
Sexy secretary, but no sexy sex.
I'm gonna go have sex with myself.
You know, babe, I think you should be a sexy scientist,
you're way too overqualified
to be a sexy secretary.
(unnerving music)
(man coughs)
(door slams)
- [Dana] Is that for my benefit?
- Uh, no!
(ominous music)
No, the wind caught it.
- Okay, will you just come in here and work please?
It's very funny.
- No, seriously, sometimes when the windows are open,
the wind catches the door-
- No, no, no, not that, this.
"I will kill everybody at your scumbag company."
- What is that?
(unnerving music)
- I don't know, I just clicked on it.
- That is not mine, I don't get it.
- Well, it has your name on it and it says "resume", so...
Is it possible that you've been sending this one out?
- No.
No!
Please believe me, okay?
Someone is messing with me.
- You think someone broke in here, changed your resume,
and tricked you into sending this out?
- Yes, that is exactly it, and I know who.
- [Dana] Who?
- The landlord.
- [Dana] Oh, come on.
- I am serious!
He's been coming in here.
- [Dana] When?
- Every day.
- Well, he's not allowed to come in here
without our permission.
- Oh, I know.
He sneaks in when I'm not looking,
like when I'm in the shower.
- Well, how do you know that?
- He leaves notes.
- That say what?
- You know, just landlord type shit,
stuff about the rent.
- Okay, do you have any of these?
- I threw them all away.
I called him though, and I threatened to turn him in.
I bet that's why he did this.
- So, you think that the landlord broke in here
and changed your resume?
- Look...
Babe.
Who else could it be?
You didn't do it,
I certainly did not do it.
- Okay, but what reason would he have
to do something like that?
- I wish I still had my gun.
- [Dana] Marco.
Hey, Marco?
You need to put that knife down.
- I'm glad I sharpened these.
- No, Marco?
You're not going anywhere with that knife.
You need to sit down right now.
- Look, okay?
I am not gonna hurt him,
I'm just gonna scare him a little bit!
You know what I mean?
- You need to sit down.
(Marco chuckles)
What did the notes say?
- I told you.
- What did they say exactly?
- Stuff like "see the landlord" or "he's sick".
- See, that doesn't make sense.
Why would the landlord come and put those inside?
Why wouldn't he just call and leave a message or knock?
- Who else could it be?
- There's only one person it could be.
- You.
It's not me.
- You're the only one-
- It is not me.
- Think about the notes.
Don't they sound like...
Warnings?
- Yes.
Warnings to pay the rent or we're gonna kick your ass out.
- Or warnings to yourself about stuff you're worried about.
- Okay.
I can prove it wasn't me.
Okay?
Look at my handwriting.
- I thought you threw them away.
- I took pictures.
Check it out.
- What am I looking at?
- That is the last note, and me rewriting it.
- You rewrote it and then took a photo?
- Just to make sure.
- To make sure what?
- I wanted to see...
I'm not crazy, don't give me that sad look.
- Okay, I didn't call you crazy.
But the notes, the resume, the phone?
I mean, I just stood there
while you threatened to kill somebody.
You haven't been acting like yourself, am I wrong?
- No.
- You need to call somebody.
- Fine, call.
I'm not gonna do it for you.
- Why not?
- Because I'm not gonna force you to do this.
You have to do it because you want to,
because you want to get better.
- And say...
What?
I'm insane?
(melancholic music)
Uh, yeah.
I need to make an appointment.
As soon as possible, I guess.
- Hey!
How'd it go?
What'd you guys talk about?
Are you feeling better?
- I haven't even taken them yet.
She wants me to start slow.
(eerie music)
As needed for mild anxiety.
(bag rips)
(Dana knocks) Jesus!
- [Dana] Hey, babe, I'm gonna grab some lunch.
You want anything?
- Uh, just whatever you're having, babe.
(tense music)
Here goes nothing.
(sink runs)
As needed.
(sink runs)
(shower runs)
(coffee pours)
(Marco sighs)
(cell phone beeps)
(Marco sings)
(cell phone rings)
Hello?
Yes, this is Marco.
Oh, excellent.
Thank you for calling me back so quickly,
I am really interested in the position,
it sounds like it's right up my alley.
Okay.
Yes, I'm available.
Uh huh.
Yeah, I can definitely make that.
That sounds good.
(mysterious music)
That sounds good.
Okay.
What time did you say again?
(ominous music)
(cell phone beeps)
(cell phone buzzes)
(hood slams)
(ominous music continues)
What the fuck.
What the fuck!
(cell phone buzzes)
- [Man] Okay, yeah, it looks like it was the fan belt.
- Fan belt?
- [Man] You're gonna be looking at about 279,
unless they find something else, you know?
- I think you have the wrong number.
- [Man] It says here Marco Reyes.
Is that you?
- Yeah.
- [Man] I want to tell you what's happening.
- Were you outside just now?
I saw somebody.
- [Man] How would I know what you saw?
- He told me to call.
- [Man] We got a real problem here, you know?
Why did you get rid of your gun?
- I needed money.
- [Man] Look, Marco.
The clock is running.
You gotta do something.
You've been sitting around acting like you don't even care.
That's not your baby.
That bitch has been lying to you this whole time.
She's been out screwing every fucking guy in town
while you sit there like a jamoke.
- I know.
Fuck, shit, fuck!
- [Man] That's right.
That's right.
You can't do nothing unless you get mad.
Mad as me!
- Hey, listen, I haven't really been
feeling that great lately, you know?
- [Man] This ain't a hospital.
- No, but I mean like maybe I don't 100% trust anything
that I see or hear.
- [Man] Oh, yeah?
That sounds like what happened to my brother-in-law.
This one time, these punks graffiti'd his house, right?
Only he works in a metal shop,
so he got some of this industrial solvent,
like he was gonna take the paint off the bricks
or some shit,
only the container had a little hole in it.
It was seeping out into the cab of his truck.
He didn't even know it.
It ended up poisoning him for months.
He ended up thinking squirrels
could read his thoughts or some shit,
it really fucked his shit up, you know?
- I don't have anything like that, man.
- [Man] Yeah, well, you never know
what they put in stuff these days.
(eerie music)
(cell phone rattles)
(tense music)
(stress toy clicks)
(Marco grunts)
Fuck, man.
(plate rattles)
Mommy yoga?
What the fuck is that?
Going to daddy dinner.
(tense music)
(objects rumbling)
Whoa!
(objects clanging)
What the fuck are you doing?
(Marco mumbles)
(Marco laughs)
(Marco bangs)
(microwave beeps)
(tense music)
(sink runs)
(Marco coughs)
What's real?
You know what's real and you know what's fake.
You know what's real and you know what's fake!
You know what the fuck is real and you know what's fake!
If you don't fucking know, you take a picture.
You got it.
It's all fine.
Everything's gonna be fine.
You just take a picture so you know it's real.
Hey, what's up?
Hey.
- Marco?
Look at this place.
Well, they said it was a 5.2.
Are you okay?
Marco?
Are you okay?
Are you hurt?
Marco?
It's okay.
You're gonna be okay.
(sink runs)
(air conditioner runs)
(water drips)
(Marco whispers)
(tense music)
(cell phone beeps)
- Woo-hoo-hoo-hoo-hoo!
Do not go in there.
Boy, this place is a real shit hole, huh?
(man sniffs)
You smell that?
You seriously don't smell that?
- Smell what?
- Your funeral.
(man laughs)
Come on, don't you want to take a picture of me?
- Get the fuck off of me!
- [Man] Hey!
- I've fuckin' had it with your crazy shit, man,
now get the fuck out of here, all right?
- Relax, I'm a friend.
Whoa, whoa!
I'm just here to help you with your data problems.
- Oh, yeah?
Well, you know, there is no fuckin' data problem,
I know exactly what you are,
and I'm not taking this fuckin' shit no more.
- Ow, fuck!
Shit!
Look what you did!
Look what you fucking did!
- Where the fuck are you going, huh?
Get the fuck out of here!
(Dana groans)
Shit, baby...
(knocking)
(door slams)
(knocking) (Dana screams)
(tense music)
(knocking continues)
- Yeah?
Oh, hey, hey, wait, wait, what's going on?
- Reyes?
- Yeah, who are you?
(man mumbles)
What?
- I need you to sign.
- I can't understand a fucking thing you're saying, dude.
- Uh, the landlord should've told you I was coming, man.
- No, they didn't tell me anything.
- Yeah, I gotta scan every apartment unit today.
I gotta start- - No, no, no, no, no!
Use the...
- [Man] Sign the paper, please.
I'm gonna get going back here.
- No, you can't do this right now, I'm sorry.
- Well, that's up to the definition of "everywhere", is it?
- Look, you can check anywhere but here.
- Look, dude, if I don't check that room,
they're just gonna make me come back, so-
- Okay, that's perfect.
Just come back another time, an hour from now.
- It's not a big deal.
Do you just have a girl in there?
Just tell her to cover up or something.
- No.
- All right, fine.
- What the fuck, man?
- Looks like she got away.
I'm just gonna do my last swab.
Alrighty.
- Dana.
(cell phone beeps)
It's Instagram.
- Whatever, dude.
- Wait, you didn't find nothing?
- They still need to test the samples,
but I didn't see anything.
- How long does that take?
- They'll call ya.
(door slams)
- Okay, thank you.
- Hey.
Was that the inspector?
Did he say anything?
- Nothing, no.
Are you all right?
- Yeah.
Actually, you know, I hurt my back a little bit in yoga,
but I think I'm gonna be fine.
What?
- I need to go out, okay?
- Are you okay?
- Yeah, just shoot me a text if you need me.
- [Dana] Okay.
(mysterious music)
(cell phone rings)
- Hello?
Hey, thank you for calling me back so soon.
Yeah, I was just in there the other day for anxiety.
Yeah, right, and listen...
I really don't think those pills are working.
Actually, it seems worse.
Suicide?
Yeah, maybe a little.
What time?
(Doctor knocks)
- [Doctor] Can I come in?
- [Marco] Yes.
- Welcome back- - Hi.
- Good to see you.
- Nice to see you as well.
- Yeah, getting you up to speed.
How's the anxiety been, how's the weird phone ringing noise?
- Uh, still there.
Anxiety high, phone buzzing, still going on.
- Oh, no, okay.
And were you able to pick up the fluoxetine?
- Yes.
I'm not sure it's doing the trick.
- All right.
I'm gonna need to check out your ears again.
- [Marco] Okay.
- All right, let's check out the other side.
Are you still having irritability and not sleeping well?
- My girlfriend would say yes.
- So, let's talk about this.
Because we know that your lab results look great.
So, the other thing that we have to
put on the list of possibilities,
any unusual toxins or any unusual exposures
that you maybe have had recently?
- Um, after the earthquake happened,
we had an inspector come by our place.
I haven't been working a lot lately,
so I'm spending a lot of time there.
But the inspection didn't yield any results,
everything came back negative.
- Is there any place you can think of
they might've forgotten to look?
(mysterious music)
(air conditioner hums)
(bottle sprays)
(towel rubs)
(mysterious music continues)
(container tumbles)
- Oh!
(Marco grunts)
(tense music)
- Hey.
What you doin'?
- Fixing it.
- You ain't fixing shit.
- Shut the fuck up.
- You ain't fixin' shit.
- "You ain't fixin' shit."
- You're trying to catch smoke with a butterfly net.
You think the answer's in that god damn air conditioner?
Wake the fuck up!
- Jesus Christ, shut up.
- It's them frackers-
- Did you say something to me?
- Or is it the toxic waste of the god damn city!
- Were you calling me?
- Oh, it's just so dusty.
- You think it matters to me?
I don't care. - Well, you can just
get rid of that thing for all I care.
- Do whatever you want to do.
- Just throw it out the window or something.
- It's not gonna make a difference to me anyway.
- Honey.
- It's not a big deal, you don't-
- It is a big deal- - Just leave it alone.
- Stop it!
- Honey. - You ain't doing shit.
- Shut the fuck up!
- Marco! - You fuck up.
You're the fuck up.
(air conditioner rumbles)
Yeah, shake it.
(Marco slams) - Marco.
- [Man] That's it.
(man laughs)
(man coughs)
- [Dana] Marco, listen to me.
- Shut up.
Leave him alone!
- [Dana] Please listen to me.
(Marco grunts)
(dramatic music)
(air conditioner rattles)
(tense music)
(air conditioner slams)
(phone rings)
- Yeah.
I recently had a visit from one of your inspectors.
I think I found something he missed.
- [Dana] This is Dana's voicemail.
Leave a message and I'll call you back.
- Dana, call me back.
They can't take it right now, they can seal it.
There's gonna be a big ol' package outside, by the trash.
Nothing to worry about.
Someone who's bonded with the state
will grab it in a few weeks, I guess, but it's gone.
Babe, just...
I'm so sorry.
We are gonna be okay.
It's over, everything's good.
You can come home.
(somber music)
You gotta be kidding me.
Did I mix up my Tuesdays?
- Next Tuesday.
- It's next Tuesday?
God, I gotta get that planner.
It's like I'm kind of old fashioned
so like I still want to write the planner out,
but I understand I need to use Google Calendar.
Right?
- You can use both.
Have you thought about getting a...
What do you call it, a bullet journal?
- What's a bullet journal?
- It's where you write down what you're gonna do
like day by day and hour by hour.
Do you have one of these?
- That's too specific.
Hour by hour?
- Yeah, it's really...
I love it.
- How do you factor in naps?
- I write them down.
- You plan your naps?
(Dana chuckles)
- No, I never planned a nap.
- You're so beautiful when you blush.
- Thank you.
(calming music)
My stomach is audibly growling.
- It's okay.
The Notebook does that to me too.
- Mhm.
(calming music)
Babe?
Dana.
Are you here?
- [Dana] Yeah, I'm back here.
- Come on out here!
I got something to show you.
First paycheck.
Finally!
Can you believe it?
Let's go out to eat, we'll order beers,
I'll drink yours.
What's this?
- I have to go.
- What are you talking about?
- Just, I can't be with you here anymore.
- What are you talking about?
- Come on.
We both know this has been coming for a long time.
- No.
I don't know anything like that, okay?
So, let's just sit and we can talk about this?
- I've always wanted what's best for you.
- Okay, no, look.
I know it was rough, okay?
I know.
I was an ass.
I couldn't help it, it wasn't even me, all right?
It was that stuff.
I wouldn't of made it if it wasn't for you, okay?
So let's just...
Where's the baby?
- What baby?
- I took you to the doctor.
I saw his pictures.
I don't understand.
- Come here.
I need you to be okay with this.
- No, but look, okay?
You don't have to do this, okay?
You could stay, we could be together, all right?
I'm not like I was before, I'm better now.
I got better.
- That's why I have to go.
Did you ever have a conversation with a mechanic?
- You know about that?
- Did he feel real?
- I don't think so.
- How do I feel?
(Marco sobs) Come here.
It's okay.
- [Marco] But I love you.
- I know, and I love you too.
I love you too, I mean that, but...
You're moving on, you're starting a new life,
and you don't need me anymore.
- I do need you though, I need you to...
I swear to God, I need you...
- You're gonna be okay.
(Marco exhales)
- Dana!
(somber music)
(toothbrush brushes)
(melancholic music)
Thank god.
(Marco types)
(microwave beeps)
Yeah, I want to talk to someone about enrollment.
No, I just need to take three classes
so I can graduate.
(Marco types)
(Marco sighs)
(melancholic music)
(cell phone slams)
(cell phone clangs)
(calming music)
(microwave beeps)
(microwave slams)
(crib scrapes)
(trimmer buzzes)
(sink runs)
(calming music continues)
(ominous music)
(wrapping rips)
(Marco grunts)
(door creaks)
(Marco sobs)
God, I missed you.
(Macro grunts)
(baby cries)
(baby sneezes)
(intense music)
(calming music)