Submission (2016) s01e03 Episode Script
Smut
1 Previously on "Submission" That's my book.
I'm sorry.
I was just skimming through it.
You were drooling.
You don't strike me as a girl that likes to read smut.
Men have become these like passive little boys.
Oh, have they? When you get back, you have to have the talk.
I'm slowly dying here without you.
Sometimes losing control has its own kind of power.
Dillon just put Chelsea in her car handcuffed and blindfolded.
Dude, it's Dillon.
I told you she's into some freaky shit.
Let's begin.
Oh! [unzips pants.]
[both moan.]
Yeah.
Yeah.
Yeah! Last night was fun.
Yeah.
Rafe, there's customers.
There's one customer, and we can go in the back.
Stop.
What's wrong? I don't want to talk about this stuff at work.
We could talk about it at my place later.
I'll be right back.
[sighs.]
Good morning.
Oh, yes, it is.
Why? What happened? Rafe was pulling out of the driveway when I got home this morning.
Looks like the good girl had a bad girl night.
It's not what you think.
It's exactly what we think.
Was it epic? It was fine.
Fine? Yeah, it was just fine.
Fine is shit.
Fine is not what you need right now.
I want every horrific detail, but first I gotta go pee.
Get me a coffee? You didn't tell her, did you? About what? The surprise party.
Oh.
No, I wouldn't do that.
Because she was asking if the three of us wanted to hang on Saturday, so I thought maybe she suspected something.
No, I would never do that.
I know how to keep a secret.
Good to know.
Too bad Rafe doesn't.
What can I get you? Yeah, can I get a medium sugar free mocha - with almond milk? - I need to take this.
Please tell me you sent the check.
Oh, that's nice.
No "Hello.
How have you been?" Hi, Vincent.
How are you? Put it on speaker.
Good.
Getting by.
That's great.
And no, I haven't sent it.
The apartment doesn't give back security deposits till both people move out, so I'll have to write you a personal check.
Okay.
And when will that be? Um, let me see.
Um, hold on just a second.
What am I holding on for? I wanna check and see when my next commission check is going through.
My wifi's really slow for some reason.
Dude, get off the phone.
- You have to tell me what happened.
- Okay.
Shh, shh.
Hey, do you just wanna call me back? No, not really.
Hang on.
The page is opening now.
Oh, my God, I'm gonna cum.
Keep her on the phone.
Okay, well, I have to go.
I'm at work.
You know what? I can get you the money by next week.
Okay, great.
I will text you my address.
Don't let her hang up.
Wait, wait, wait.
One more thing.
What? He's being super annoying.
- Who, Rafe? - No.
Shh.
The couch we bought.
Yeah, what about it? Do you want it or - Cum inside me.
- No, it's fine.
- You can just keep it.
- Oh, my God.
What? Oh, my God.
Vincent, I said you could keep the couch.
You're making me wait for Vincent? - What? - Oh! [moans.]
Oh, my God.
He's crying.
Seriously? - Yeah.
- [moans.]
Vincent, listen, I know we didn't end on the best of terms, and, you know, I really do wish you nothing but happiness.
I know.
I know.
Send me the check whenever you can, okay? Okay.
Wow.
He is not taking the breakup well.
[indistinct conversations.]
Hi! - How are you? - Thank you.
Ash.
- Excuse me just one sec.
- Oh, sure.
Ash, these are my bosses, Scarlet and Tomas.
Oh, it's very nice to meet you.
- Our pleasure.
- I've heard wonderful things.
- Not from Jules, I'm sure.
- Shut up.
You know I love you.
- Cranberry vodka? - Please.
Birthday girl, show me where the bar is.
Better watch out.
I'm going to steal your husband away.
Jules just adores you.
Well, she is the best.
I will scold her for not telling me how beautiful you are.
Oh, that's very nice of you to say.
And very honest.
I'd love to photograph you sometime.
Do you model? Oh, I used to a little bit in high school, but not anymore.
Would you take your clothes off? So how was Fuckit? Do you even care? Not particularly.
So why would you ask? Because pretending like I care gets me further with you than honesty.
You're drunk.
Not drunk enough.
It's not nudity in the exploitative sense.
It's erotic art.
Either way, I don't take off my clothes in front of cameras.
Think about it.
It's liberating.
And I won't even keep the digital pictures.
And you can pose with Jules.
She's been begging me to shoot her.
I think she likes the idea of her pictures hanging in our living room.
I bet she does.
Could you excuse me for just one second? Of course.
No more hiding from Rafe.
I wasn't.
Dude, I am not blind.
I can't help it.
It's just that work has been so awkward.
It's like a nightmare.
You're making it a nightmare.
What's the worst that could happen? He fucks you again, and then maybe this time you like it.
Boom.
Yeah, or just makes it more awkward because I don't know how I feel about him.
Don't overthink it.
Just play it cool, especially if there's a chance you like him.
Maybe you should play it cool.
What? "Better watch out.
I might steal your husband away.
" - Really, Jules? - What? You're parading him around right in front of her.
Ashley.
And she is so sweet and she really likes you.
[door opens.]
Oh, sorry.
Have at it, guys.
Somebody at this party should be getting laid.
[girl chuckles.]
I was not parading him around.
Yes, you were, and if you're not careful, Scarlet's - Scarlet's not gonna - Birthday girl! Get your ass in the kitchen.
The girls are doing Jager shots.
Come on.
We're not finished talking about this.
What are your "hard no's?" "Hard no's" are a copout.
I totally agree.
Beg for the pain, don't shy away from it.
Exactly.
Can I get you another shot? You know all the right things to say, don't you? This is a party.
No more maid service.
Mm-mm.
You are so fucking sexy.
I wasn't trying to be.
I think that is the best part.
Happy birthday to the baddest bitch I know.
Halfway to 50.
And you've got a whole lifetime of amazing sex ahead of you.
She's got to find someone first.
- She'll find someone.
- Well, I haven't found someone.
Yeah, but there are a whole slew of reasons you're still single.
You're such a bitch.
Can I talk to you privately? No more shots without me, ladies.
Never.
Somebody's in trouble.
Uh-huh.
I've got a girl for you.
Is it her? Ashley? No, she's Dangerous.
In a relationship.
[chuckles.]
That never stopped us before.
She's also off limits.
I decide who's off limits.
So you're stealing my husband away, are you? You know I'd never do that.
I might steal you away, though.
God, I fucking missed you.
We have to be careful.
It's my birthday and I want you.
Happy birthday.
I'm down for anything.
You decide.
The dirtier the better.
Nothing's off limits.
You set the rules.
I obey them.
If you'll excuse me for one moment.
I'm sorry.
Elliott's version of foreplay is leaving women hanging.
Hey, why are you being like this? Because I'm not in the mood.
Stop being so shy.
You weren't shy the other night.
No, Rafe.
Weren't you the one that said aggression was a lost art form? This is not what I meant by that.
Hey, let her go.
Who the fuck are you, the hall monitor? This party's got a hall monitor? I'll stand here all night, but I'm not leaving her alone with you.
You're way too fucking sober.
I'm grabbing you a beer.
[knock knock knock.]
You okay? Yeah.
He's usually a pretty nice guy.
He's just Drunk.
I'm Elliott, by the way.
Ashley.
Is this your room? Yeah.
It's kind of a mess.
I don't mind a mess.
That's quite an interesting book you've got over there.
It was for a book club.
Ah.
Who was your favorite character? You've read it? I have.
I don't believe you.
It's true.
Well, what did you think? Most men think it's just smut.
What's wrong with smut? Exactly.
Um Mara.
Mara was my favorite character.
She was quite the contradiction.
She was demure, but very powerful.
She had no idea how powerful.
You know, most men just make fun of it, but, you know, Keats really understands the complexities of female sexuality.
And I can't believe I just said that to a complete stranger.
Why? You know, I read online somewhere that Keats is probably a woman, which is heartbreaking because He's very much a man.
How do you know that? Because I'm him.
[laughs.]
Oh, you're Nolan Keats.
Yes.
It's my pen name.
I don't believe you.
Give me your phone.
Why? Just trust me.
- [cell phone rings.]
- Let it go to voicemail.
[ring.]
Woman: You've reached the voicemail of Nolan Keats.
Please leave a message.
How'd you get his number? You still don't believe me.
No.
Nobody knows who he is.
A few do, and now you're one of them.
Why would you tell me? You don't even know me.
I'm a pretty good judge of character.
I'm fairly certain I can trust you.
If you still need proof, I can give it to you.
How? Well, you two look like you're up to no good.
I was just heading to the bathroom.
Well, it's not in Ashley's bedroom.
It's down the hall.
It was nice meeting you.
Jules is looking for you.
Okay.
And your boyfriend puked on the front lawn.
He's not my boyfriend.
- Jules.
- But it's complicated.
There's all these entanglements, the fucking photography business, a condo with these exotic plants.
It's like you can't get married anymore without having all these commitments.
Well, that's what marriage is, Jules: commitments.
I didn't set out to break up a marriage.
I didn't even make the first move.
I was just driving us to this photography place, and the next thing I know, she's feeling me up at a stoplight and I have no idea Uh - She? - Scarlet.
I thought you were having an affair with Tomas.
[laughs.]
Dude, are you fucking kidding? The guy's a total douche.
Well, how was I supposed to know? You're hanging on him all night and Wait a minute.
Does this mean you're gay? I don't like labels.
[chuckles.]
It's not a perfect fit.
Come here.
Ain't much left to talk about Turn around.
And I'm talking to myself Looks good to me.
Put your foot here.
Fit to kill Tonight is all about roleplay.
I like roleplay.
Don't look at me I want you to be a virgin, an innocent girl.
So surprised Don't look at me Don't look at me Don't pretend you can't see tears in my eyes Well, I don't know When you became my perfect stranger I tried to hold you close But you still slipped away And I don't see How I'm a part of your tomorrow Lean over.
- [smack.]
- [moans.]
Part of your today I was watching you all night.
She was so demure.
She was so demure.
Part of your today You feel amazing.
Shh.
You'll ruin this for me.
Stay right there.
[moaning.]
Thank you, Ashley.
Stop wasting both our time I don't know When you became my perfect stranger I tried to hold you close But you still slipped away And I don't see How I'm a part of your tomorrow When I'm not even part of your today Part of your today
I'm sorry.
I was just skimming through it.
You were drooling.
You don't strike me as a girl that likes to read smut.
Men have become these like passive little boys.
Oh, have they? When you get back, you have to have the talk.
I'm slowly dying here without you.
Sometimes losing control has its own kind of power.
Dillon just put Chelsea in her car handcuffed and blindfolded.
Dude, it's Dillon.
I told you she's into some freaky shit.
Let's begin.
Oh! [unzips pants.]
[both moan.]
Yeah.
Yeah.
Yeah! Last night was fun.
Yeah.
Rafe, there's customers.
There's one customer, and we can go in the back.
Stop.
What's wrong? I don't want to talk about this stuff at work.
We could talk about it at my place later.
I'll be right back.
[sighs.]
Good morning.
Oh, yes, it is.
Why? What happened? Rafe was pulling out of the driveway when I got home this morning.
Looks like the good girl had a bad girl night.
It's not what you think.
It's exactly what we think.
Was it epic? It was fine.
Fine? Yeah, it was just fine.
Fine is shit.
Fine is not what you need right now.
I want every horrific detail, but first I gotta go pee.
Get me a coffee? You didn't tell her, did you? About what? The surprise party.
Oh.
No, I wouldn't do that.
Because she was asking if the three of us wanted to hang on Saturday, so I thought maybe she suspected something.
No, I would never do that.
I know how to keep a secret.
Good to know.
Too bad Rafe doesn't.
What can I get you? Yeah, can I get a medium sugar free mocha - with almond milk? - I need to take this.
Please tell me you sent the check.
Oh, that's nice.
No "Hello.
How have you been?" Hi, Vincent.
How are you? Put it on speaker.
Good.
Getting by.
That's great.
And no, I haven't sent it.
The apartment doesn't give back security deposits till both people move out, so I'll have to write you a personal check.
Okay.
And when will that be? Um, let me see.
Um, hold on just a second.
What am I holding on for? I wanna check and see when my next commission check is going through.
My wifi's really slow for some reason.
Dude, get off the phone.
- You have to tell me what happened.
- Okay.
Shh, shh.
Hey, do you just wanna call me back? No, not really.
Hang on.
The page is opening now.
Oh, my God, I'm gonna cum.
Keep her on the phone.
Okay, well, I have to go.
I'm at work.
You know what? I can get you the money by next week.
Okay, great.
I will text you my address.
Don't let her hang up.
Wait, wait, wait.
One more thing.
What? He's being super annoying.
- Who, Rafe? - No.
Shh.
The couch we bought.
Yeah, what about it? Do you want it or - Cum inside me.
- No, it's fine.
- You can just keep it.
- Oh, my God.
What? Oh, my God.
Vincent, I said you could keep the couch.
You're making me wait for Vincent? - What? - Oh! [moans.]
Oh, my God.
He's crying.
Seriously? - Yeah.
- [moans.]
Vincent, listen, I know we didn't end on the best of terms, and, you know, I really do wish you nothing but happiness.
I know.
I know.
Send me the check whenever you can, okay? Okay.
Wow.
He is not taking the breakup well.
[indistinct conversations.]
Hi! - How are you? - Thank you.
Ash.
- Excuse me just one sec.
- Oh, sure.
Ash, these are my bosses, Scarlet and Tomas.
Oh, it's very nice to meet you.
- Our pleasure.
- I've heard wonderful things.
- Not from Jules, I'm sure.
- Shut up.
You know I love you.
- Cranberry vodka? - Please.
Birthday girl, show me where the bar is.
Better watch out.
I'm going to steal your husband away.
Jules just adores you.
Well, she is the best.
I will scold her for not telling me how beautiful you are.
Oh, that's very nice of you to say.
And very honest.
I'd love to photograph you sometime.
Do you model? Oh, I used to a little bit in high school, but not anymore.
Would you take your clothes off? So how was Fuckit? Do you even care? Not particularly.
So why would you ask? Because pretending like I care gets me further with you than honesty.
You're drunk.
Not drunk enough.
It's not nudity in the exploitative sense.
It's erotic art.
Either way, I don't take off my clothes in front of cameras.
Think about it.
It's liberating.
And I won't even keep the digital pictures.
And you can pose with Jules.
She's been begging me to shoot her.
I think she likes the idea of her pictures hanging in our living room.
I bet she does.
Could you excuse me for just one second? Of course.
No more hiding from Rafe.
I wasn't.
Dude, I am not blind.
I can't help it.
It's just that work has been so awkward.
It's like a nightmare.
You're making it a nightmare.
What's the worst that could happen? He fucks you again, and then maybe this time you like it.
Boom.
Yeah, or just makes it more awkward because I don't know how I feel about him.
Don't overthink it.
Just play it cool, especially if there's a chance you like him.
Maybe you should play it cool.
What? "Better watch out.
I might steal your husband away.
" - Really, Jules? - What? You're parading him around right in front of her.
Ashley.
And she is so sweet and she really likes you.
[door opens.]
Oh, sorry.
Have at it, guys.
Somebody at this party should be getting laid.
[girl chuckles.]
I was not parading him around.
Yes, you were, and if you're not careful, Scarlet's - Scarlet's not gonna - Birthday girl! Get your ass in the kitchen.
The girls are doing Jager shots.
Come on.
We're not finished talking about this.
What are your "hard no's?" "Hard no's" are a copout.
I totally agree.
Beg for the pain, don't shy away from it.
Exactly.
Can I get you another shot? You know all the right things to say, don't you? This is a party.
No more maid service.
Mm-mm.
You are so fucking sexy.
I wasn't trying to be.
I think that is the best part.
Happy birthday to the baddest bitch I know.
Halfway to 50.
And you've got a whole lifetime of amazing sex ahead of you.
She's got to find someone first.
- She'll find someone.
- Well, I haven't found someone.
Yeah, but there are a whole slew of reasons you're still single.
You're such a bitch.
Can I talk to you privately? No more shots without me, ladies.
Never.
Somebody's in trouble.
Uh-huh.
I've got a girl for you.
Is it her? Ashley? No, she's Dangerous.
In a relationship.
[chuckles.]
That never stopped us before.
She's also off limits.
I decide who's off limits.
So you're stealing my husband away, are you? You know I'd never do that.
I might steal you away, though.
God, I fucking missed you.
We have to be careful.
It's my birthday and I want you.
Happy birthday.
I'm down for anything.
You decide.
The dirtier the better.
Nothing's off limits.
You set the rules.
I obey them.
If you'll excuse me for one moment.
I'm sorry.
Elliott's version of foreplay is leaving women hanging.
Hey, why are you being like this? Because I'm not in the mood.
Stop being so shy.
You weren't shy the other night.
No, Rafe.
Weren't you the one that said aggression was a lost art form? This is not what I meant by that.
Hey, let her go.
Who the fuck are you, the hall monitor? This party's got a hall monitor? I'll stand here all night, but I'm not leaving her alone with you.
You're way too fucking sober.
I'm grabbing you a beer.
[knock knock knock.]
You okay? Yeah.
He's usually a pretty nice guy.
He's just Drunk.
I'm Elliott, by the way.
Ashley.
Is this your room? Yeah.
It's kind of a mess.
I don't mind a mess.
That's quite an interesting book you've got over there.
It was for a book club.
Ah.
Who was your favorite character? You've read it? I have.
I don't believe you.
It's true.
Well, what did you think? Most men think it's just smut.
What's wrong with smut? Exactly.
Um Mara.
Mara was my favorite character.
She was quite the contradiction.
She was demure, but very powerful.
She had no idea how powerful.
You know, most men just make fun of it, but, you know, Keats really understands the complexities of female sexuality.
And I can't believe I just said that to a complete stranger.
Why? You know, I read online somewhere that Keats is probably a woman, which is heartbreaking because He's very much a man.
How do you know that? Because I'm him.
[laughs.]
Oh, you're Nolan Keats.
Yes.
It's my pen name.
I don't believe you.
Give me your phone.
Why? Just trust me.
- [cell phone rings.]
- Let it go to voicemail.
[ring.]
Woman: You've reached the voicemail of Nolan Keats.
Please leave a message.
How'd you get his number? You still don't believe me.
No.
Nobody knows who he is.
A few do, and now you're one of them.
Why would you tell me? You don't even know me.
I'm a pretty good judge of character.
I'm fairly certain I can trust you.
If you still need proof, I can give it to you.
How? Well, you two look like you're up to no good.
I was just heading to the bathroom.
Well, it's not in Ashley's bedroom.
It's down the hall.
It was nice meeting you.
Jules is looking for you.
Okay.
And your boyfriend puked on the front lawn.
He's not my boyfriend.
- Jules.
- But it's complicated.
There's all these entanglements, the fucking photography business, a condo with these exotic plants.
It's like you can't get married anymore without having all these commitments.
Well, that's what marriage is, Jules: commitments.
I didn't set out to break up a marriage.
I didn't even make the first move.
I was just driving us to this photography place, and the next thing I know, she's feeling me up at a stoplight and I have no idea Uh - She? - Scarlet.
I thought you were having an affair with Tomas.
[laughs.]
Dude, are you fucking kidding? The guy's a total douche.
Well, how was I supposed to know? You're hanging on him all night and Wait a minute.
Does this mean you're gay? I don't like labels.
[chuckles.]
It's not a perfect fit.
Come here.
Ain't much left to talk about Turn around.
And I'm talking to myself Looks good to me.
Put your foot here.
Fit to kill Tonight is all about roleplay.
I like roleplay.
Don't look at me I want you to be a virgin, an innocent girl.
So surprised Don't look at me Don't look at me Don't pretend you can't see tears in my eyes Well, I don't know When you became my perfect stranger I tried to hold you close But you still slipped away And I don't see How I'm a part of your tomorrow Lean over.
- [smack.]
- [moans.]
Part of your today I was watching you all night.
She was so demure.
She was so demure.
Part of your today You feel amazing.
Shh.
You'll ruin this for me.
Stay right there.
[moaning.]
Thank you, Ashley.
Stop wasting both our time I don't know When you became my perfect stranger I tried to hold you close But you still slipped away And I don't see How I'm a part of your tomorrow When I'm not even part of your today Part of your today