Sex/Life (2021) s01e02 Episode Script

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You forget, in the moment.
It feels so good.
So right.
You forget that you are,
in fact, strangers.
This is crazy.
Lucky for you, I like crazy.
Honey?
Honey? You're wet.
Oh, my God.
Oh.
Thank you.
We've all been there.
Yes.
Oh, my God.
Sorry.
I forgot my pump.
- So gross.
- Okay, trust me.
I'm more pissed off than you. All right?
This shit is liquid gold.
Oh, my God.
Here you are.
Tits out and everything.
Listen, let me talk to you.
- Let me explain.
- How long have you been together?
We are not together, all right?
And it is not a regular thing.
We hooked up, like, a year ago.
But it is so not serious.
We're fuck buddies, when we wanna be.
We're in the same world.
We see each other.
You see a lot of people.
I mean, you fuck a lot of people.
Why do you have to fuck him?
I don't have to, I just
It's been eight years since
you guys were together,
and until last night, I thought
you were deliriously happy
living in the burbs with your dream
husband and two perfect babies.
Okay, but you still
fucked him last night
after I told you what was going on.
How I was missing him.
And I was questioning everything!
I thought that was about you.
Not him, not really.
Everyone wonders "what if," all the
time. I didn't think it was real.
That you were seriously considering
leaving your husband?
I wasn't. I mean, I'm not!
You know, I just but
But I think I messed things up, like
bigtime.
What do you mean?
I started writing in my
journal about Brad, in, like
graphic, minute detail.
Obsessing about him and
all the unbelievable
game-changing sex that we
had, and Cooper read it.
He read my fucking journal.
Holy shit.
What was his response?
He bent me over the kitchen counter
and fucked me probably better
than he's ever fucked me before.
I'm not seeing the
problem. Like, at all!
I know, but it was just
It was like, it was angry and it
was just kind of weird and violent.
And he didn't even say a word to me
before he left for work this morning.
Sash, I'm telling you, he is pissed.
It's a journal.
It's your thoughts.
It's supposed to be private.
Well, it's not anymore.
I mean, I am totally exposed here.
He read about things
I mean, it's a version of me
that he doesn't even know.
Hi, Olga. How's it going?
It's good.
I am so sorry to bother you.
It's, uh Hudson
wanted to talk to you.
Mommy, where are you?
Hi, sweetheart, I'm in the city.
- Is everything okay?
- No, I miss you.
Yes, I miss you too, baby,
but I'm coming home.
I'm coming home right now. I promise.
Can you give the phone
back to Olga, please?
Hudson?
I am so fucking sorry, B.
About all of it.
We'll figure it out.
We always do.
It was my choice, this life.
And it was a good one.
I can still feel it.
The release of leaving the city.
All that heartbreak.
Cooper was my life raft,
even if he never knew it.
I met him one month to the
day after Brad and I broke up.
And from that very first moment,
he just felt like home.
Girl, it's Kossi.
And he's playing the Garden.
You gotta come out. You've
been benched way too long.
- I'm not benched. I'm just busy.
- Mm-hm.
You have been breakup-bummed out,
which frankly is giving that dickwad
more credit than he deserves.
Okay, look at me. I showered.
I put on a nice outfit.
It's a busy semester.
It's the Garden!
Big enough, that even if
fuckface Brad is there,
you don't have to see him.
This has nothing to do with fuckface.
Whatever. We don't even have
to go backstage, all right?
Just get some drinks, you know?
Watch the show like civilians.
Huh?
Excuse me.
So sorry to interrupt. I just, uh
I'm lost.
As embarrassing as that is to admit,
I'm looking for Hamilton Hall,
and all I can seem to find
is Jefferson and John Jay.
It's a bit like founding-father
central around here, right?
Uh, I was hoping maybe
you could help me.
I'm supposed to be at my
firm's recruiting event
three minutes ago now, and
I'm the recruiter, so
Let me guess, investment banker?
Well, I don't usually lead with that,
it's more of a third-date admission.
Oh. So we're dating now?
Wow, you move fast.
Have I met your folks yet?
No, but it can definitely be arranged.
Just as soon as I find Hamilton
Hall. I really am lost.
Well, you're not so lost
that you couldn't find
your way to two cute girls
on the quad to ask for directions,
instead of campus security,
which is right over there.
Ah.
Busted. But at least you
know I have a good eye.
Why don't you walk him over, Billie?
Hamilton's on your way
to any-fucking-where
you might be going tonight.
- Right, babe?
- Yeah. What do you say?
Can you see your way to
helping a stranger in need?
You don't give up, do you?
- I don't think I want to.
- Thank you, Jesus.
Fine.
All right, let's go! Yeah,
let's see what you got.
- It's over there. Come on.
- After you.
What?
You got a big decision to make,
all of you, and I know what that's like.
I sat where you are.
I got a big fancy offer
from Morgan Stanley
and I took it.
And I couldn't look myself in the
mirror for the next three years.
Sure, you get the Porsche.
You get Christmases on the
beach in Phuket. But so what?
Right? That's not a life.
So I had to find a place where
I could make a real difference.
True impact investing.
Now, I'm not saying that
we're curing cancer
except we kind of are.
We're trying to, at least.
Those are the kinds of
companies that we're after.
So Henry Ford, Steve Jobs, Elon Musk.
Their dream wasn't to make money.
Their dream was to change
the future for the better.
Money's just what they
got for being right.
So if that sounds like something
that you're into, let's talk.
Sign-ups are on the website.
Thank you.
I think they bought it.
Believe it or not, I really
am one of the good guys.
The good guy investment bankers?
Don't worry, you're significantly
less douchey than I thought.
Good. Look, it's been a long day.
- Wanna go get a margarita ?
- Make it a Jack and Coke and I'm in.
Oh, come on!
Really? A Georgia Peach?
Why is that so hard to believe?
Well, because I just,
I can't picture you
as like this tiara-wearing debutante,
captain of the cheerleading squad.
Well, that's because I wasn't, okay?
Tiaras are for princesses.
I was homecoming queen.
I wore a crown.
And, yes, my forward roll is
the stuff of cheerleading legend
in Cobb County.
Thank you very much.
Gonna make you show
me one of these days.
Okay, we'll see about that.
So it sounds like you,
uh You had it made.
- Must have been hard to leave.
- Not as hard as people think.
I mean, I did have a hope chest.
But it was filled with a lot
more than just embroidery
and pictures of wedding dresses
clipped out of Modern Bride and Vogue.
I mean, I had plenty of those too,
but I don't know, I just, I wanted more.
That wasn't enough.
More than all the other girls.
Ever since I was little.
Big appetite.
I needed a big city to try and fill it.
Doesn't get bigger than New York.
I wanted adventure. I wanted
crazy nights on the town.
How's that working out for you?
I don't know.
Georgia wasn't enough
but New York might be a little too much.
I know exactly what you mean.
So I've got a house, um, out
in the country, Connecticut.
Wow, nice.
So I spend weekends out there.
But lately I've been getting this itch,
you know, maybe I need to
move out there full-time.
It's hard to start a
family in the city. So
He was so damn perfect.
I kept waiting for the
other shoe to drop.
Cooper?
- What are you doing here?
- "Here it comes," I thought.
- Hey! How are you?
- That looks like another shoe
if I ever saw one.
Mm! Em, I want you to meet Billie.
Oh.
- Short for Wilhelmina?
- Yes!
- Except it wasn't.
- You're a lucky girl.
There isn't ever another
shoe with Cooper.
- How's your mom?
- Great!
He's a one-shoe kind of guy.
What you see is what you get.
- I know a great physiotherapist.
- You're so sweet. She'd love that.
"That's the kind of girl
who gets to marry a guy
like Cooper," I thought.
Bright, cheerful.
If she'd hoed her way through
half of Manhattan like I had,
she certainly wasn't letting
anyone know about it.
All right, take care of yourself.
- That was your ex.
- Okay. Yeah.
Yes, we dated for a while.
But she's married now to a great guy.
I was at their wedding, in fact.
- Really?
- Yeah.
You're not friends with your exes?
Not so much.
I mean, there, um
There was a guy, Brad, but
it didn't work out. Anyway
Let's talk about you!
And that was it.
It was a choice, in the moment,
to for once keep my very big mouth shut
and put everything that
had happened with Brad
and all those other crash-and-burn
relationships in a box.
I don't know. You wanna
get something to eat?
- Yeah. Yeah?
- Let's do that.
I always thought, at some point,
I'd tell him everything,
that I'd let him see.
But the days go by, there's
such happiness, so much love.
Why risk it?
Nothing's gonna hurt you, baby ♪
Greenwich. Greenwich station.
Mommy!
Hey, baby.
Hi. Hi, my love.
You're not gonna get me!
No! No!
I've got you. I've got
you this time! I got you.
And you just get so many tickles!
You're going upside down for that.
Hey, little munchkin!
Come see me, buddy.
Oh, there's my boy!
I missed you, buddy.
What'd you do today?
Olga and I made a snow globe.
You made a snow globe?
Are you kidding me?
Well, go get it, dude!
Let me see it. Go on.
- Hey. How are you?
- Hi.
Where's Ellary?
Uh, she's, ahem She's taking her nap,
or maybe she's down for the night,
I don't know, her schedule's
been kind of weird lately.
I, um
I got you something.
Um
Okay, so I had a little bit of help.
I went there myself,
but the sales lady pointed
me in the right direction.
Hopefully.
What is this?
Open up.
I thought you'd like it.
Because of what you read?
- Cooper, that's
- Shh, shh, shh.
Go put it on.
Okay. I'm sure this fits.
- It's gorgeous, but I
- Go put it on.
Because I'm taking you out.
Tonight.
Broken Social Scene might
be doing a secret concert
at the Capital, I don't know.
- You used to love them, right?
- I did, yeah.
I mean, I still do, but
I already sent Olga home.
She was here all day.
I've already talked to Devon,
and Trina's coming
over to watch the kids,
and we are going out.
Just like the old days.
Go pump.
Let's do this.
Okay.
There she is.
I remember that girl.
She didn't have a battery-operated
puke pastel contraption
sucking the life out of
her tits six times a day,
but the makeup is on point.
That girl had a lot of fun.
Got in a lot of trouble too.
I loved that girl.
And so did he.
He tracked me down the very
next morning after we met.
It's, uh, one of the great
debates in modern psychology,
the efficacy of traditional monogamy.
Now, Professor Sumner will tell
us that monogamy is optimistic,
unrealistic and, frankly,
difficult to maintain.
Sumner will also cite studies
that tell us that only
3 percent of all mammals
are socially monogamous
and that sexual monogamy
is almost unheard of
in the animal kingdom.
And to that I say
we are not animals.
And to assume a mere biological
imperative is not only foolish
but dangerous too.
Okay, great. Uh, we'll just
leave it at that for today.
Thanks, guys.
What are you doing here?
How did you even find me?
You left.
So?
Women don't usually leave my apartment.
Not until I ask them to anyway.
I had to work. I had a full day
of classes to take and to teach.
So you're
You're kind of a big deal.
Look, um
- what happened last night was
- Amazing.
Unexpected.
Exhausting?
- Irresponsible.
- Wild.
Mm?
You told me to trust you, but
the truth is I don't.
I have no reason to.
I mean, sure, you didn't murder me.
Thanks for that, by the way.
But, still, I don't know you.
- Do you want to?
- Come on.
Anything that starts out
that hot burns out real fast.
So why don't we just save each
other the time and the heartbreak?
What do you say, "mate"?
I say no.
What do you mean, "no"?
I don't want to.
It started way before the pool
in the car.
You, uh
You saw me.
Right through me. Things I
I don't let people see.
And I see you too.
You said yes to me, to all of it,
because you wanted to.
And I think you wanna
say yes all the time.
Do everything.
Try anything.
And that might scare some people.
But it doesn't scare me.
Let me take you for a ride
You can get down here
Wow.
Oh, my God, look at you.
This is not your regular Tuesday night.
- Oh, you look amazing.
- Really?
- You like it?
- Yeah.
I think I do.
You look like a princess, Mommy.
- Come here!
- Go give Mom a hug.
Oh! Oh, come here, sweetheart.
Hey, you be good for Trina, okay?
You go to sleep when she says
and you keep an ear out
for your baby sister.
I love you. Go on.
Thank you so much for coming
over on such short notice.
I'd say the pleasure's all mine,
but I don't think by the end
of the night that'll be true.
Enjoy yourself.
Enjoy your husband. Okay?
Ready?
Let's do this.
Yeah, it's a big ask.
I mean, it's three times the
size of our normal investment.
And they've got the money
since the merger.
I'm just not sure they're
ready to spend it, but
Cooper.
Are we ever gonna talk about
what happened this morning?
About what you read?
Tonight's about having fun.
It's about playing hooky from real life.
And that's what we're gonna do.
Okay.
We made it.
- I'm gonna go get us some drinks. Yeah?
- Okay.
Feels a bit like a Jack and
Coke kind of night. Hm?
Mmm.
Love bubble rush.
There it is.
I remember that feeling.
Truth is, it's kind of hard to forget.
Okay, what's going on?
Are we going someplace
your black behemoth of a
gas guzzler can't take us?
Yeah, you could say that.
What the hell are you doing?
Come on.
No! Nope. No fucking way.
You better hurry up.
You've got seven minutes until
the next train, and trust me,
you do not want me down
here when it comes.
Okay, I I don't want
you down there at all.
Come on. Here, get up.
Sorry.
Best way out is always through.
Brad. Brad!
- What the hell?
- You know you want to. Come on.
Hey, say yes.
I'm not gonna let
anything happen to you.
Oh, my God. Oh, screw it.
All right, you You better know
what the hell you're doing.
I used to come down here as a kid. Yeah.
When things got bad.
Bad how?
Oh, just a troubled-8-year-old-
on-his-own-in-Manhattan kind of bad.
- So you grew up in New York?
- Yeah, for a while.
Till my parents split.
Mom took me back home.
This place is pretty hardcore.
- You weren't scared?
- Nah.
Fear is relative.
- Uh, you said seven minutes.
- Give or take.
- I want to go back.
- No, you don't.
- Yes, I do!
- You're not gonna make it.
- There is a fucking train coming!
- Then we need to hurry up!
- I told you, I've got you!
- No, Brad!
No, listen to me, Brad!
Come on!
What do you think?
Yeah!
Yes!
But I'm not supposed to
be thinking about him.
Hey!
Hey. Coop. Maybe this was a mistake.
- What are you talking about?
- Let's just go to the Oyster House.
We can grab some drinks,
um, maybe get some dinner.
Ladies and gentlemen,
Broken Social Scene!
It's not that big of a deal, it's okay.
Really. Okay?
- Come on.
- No. No, no, no.
We're gonna do this.
We're gonna dance.
You wanna dance?
Mm.
- You hate dancing.
- I hate but I wanna dance with you.
How could you be and I be ♪
This is why I love my husband.
Aw, I love this song!
He's a terrible liar,
a terrible dancer, but
a sweetheart of a man.
You're the bell and you beckon ♪
The hours, the minutes, the seconds ♪
The more you are will I be ♪
Will I be me ♪
No, I'm telling you,
those girls were into you.
I heard them in the ladies room,
the "hot preppy dad" dude.
- Oh, God.
- I mean, come on, that's you.
- Coop.
- Yeah?
- What are you doing?
- I don't know.
What am I doing?
What is going on?
- Cooper, whose house is this?
- I have no idea.
What?
- What are you ? Whoa.
- This way.
What are you doing?
- Where are you going? What is going on?
- You'll see.
Not bad, right?
These people obviously had
a stupid amount of money.
And so probably owned
a state-of-the-art,
Hunger Games-style security system,
with invisible lasers and
paralysis-inducing mist.
But it was too late.
I was already paralyzed.
This bad-boy shit, this is my jam.
Which now Cooper knows all about.
Oh, my God.
Cooper, no.
- Yes.
- No.
Yes.
Come on.
This is what a sweetheart does
when he reads your journal.
He doesn't get mad.
He gets busy
trying to give you what you want.
What your impossibly sexy ex-boyfriend
gave you ten years ago.
My God.
Look at you.
I love you so much.
I love you.
You're the one that I want.
An instruction manual.
That's what my journal was to him.
And, oh, my God, was he good
at following instructions.
Hey! What the hell are
you doing in my pool?
Shit! Oh, shit!
- Aw, shit!
- Get your shoe!
Go! Keep going! Go!
Hey! What the hell are you doing?
That guy's my client. He was
supposed to be in Singapore.
Oh, Cooper.
- Um The police. Oh, my God.
- I see that, thank you!
- Okay. Maybe we should pull over?
- Hold on.
- Maybe we should ?
- Hold on.
What are you doing? Oh, my God.
- We're fine.
- This is a little too much.
- Honey, please!
- We're gonna be fine.
- Billie, I got it.
- Oh, my God!
- Here, hold on! Yes! Yes!
- Oh, no! No! No!
Yes! Hold on, we got this!
Oh, my God.
- Okay, watch this!
- No! Cooper!
I don't know about this!
We lost them. We lost them!
Oh, my God! Oh, my God.
- What just happened?
- Oh, babe! Come here.
- Just No!
- Don't Oh!
Well, well, well.
What happened to you two?
Thank you so much.
- Your kids were angels, by the way.
- Oh.
Call me anytime.
Nice work, killer.
- I should go feed Ellary. Or pump, I
- Shh.
It's no problem.
- I'll meet you in the bed.
- Mm.
Sweet, sweet girl.
Hey, girl, I've been
waiting for you to call.
How'd it go with Coop?
Did he kill you? Are you dead?
In the best possible way!
You're never gonna believe what
Cooper did with what he read.
Okay.
Badass, man.
Girl! You have just
discovered the Holy Grail
of behavior modification techniques.
This is an Oprah pick. New York
Times motherfucking bestseller.
You want it? It is all yours.
And I will take it to the bank.
Men always say they
can't read our minds.
Well, maybe now they can.
I'm gonna go on Good Morning America.
Tell Robin Roberts how
women across the country
can save their marriages
with subliminal spousal bibliotherapy.
We'll call it SSB for short.
Ooh! You are gonna get me tenure
and an Audi R8 with this thing.
You're welcome.
Okay, well, you enjoy
the rest of your night.
- I'll talk to you later.
- Talk soon.
Bye.
Sweet, sweet girl.
Hey.
- Are you okay?
- Yeah, I'm great.
- I'll see you in a sec.
- Okay.
What, you want more details, dirty girl?
Uh, yes, please.
What the hell are you doing calling me?
Honestly, what I've wanted
to do for a long time.
I've been trying not to think
of you for eight years.
Now I'm fucked.
I can't.
- My husband.
- Billie.
Tell me you never think about me
and I'll never call you again.
I I don't.
Shit.