THE GREAT
WALNUT SEASON
- Do you think she's all right? - I think she's fine.
It's when they go quiet things are bad, apparently.
It's true. Silence basically means death.
Jesus, Arkady.
I wish I could be with her. Fuck tradition.
- Jesus. Is she all right? - Seems like an easy birth to me.
- Good luck. I must leave. - Finally got your war.
- I did. - Good for you. It will be interesting.
You rode on my father's coattails in those wars and blamed me for fucking it up,
and then as we know, she basically won the coup.
- So this is all yours, fat boy. - Don't fuck it up.
I have cousins in one of the battalions. I'd like to see them come home.
I'm not going to fuck it up!
- Jesus. I can't stay out here. - It's tradition.
Fuck that. I want to see my son born.
- We have a head! - Only a head?
Can you tell us if it's horse or human?
Another big push for me, please, Empress.
- What are you doing? - My ceps.
Tried and tested, on fruit mostly,
but they will bring the baby out swiftly, as the empress requested.
I do not want those in me.
And you will not. I'm taking over. You may go, Vinodel.
I am her doctor.
Is that a head?
One more big push, my darling.
- No, I don't think I can. I am tired. - I have the ceps.
- Here we are! - It's out!
- Is it all right? - It is exquisite.
Paul.
Hello.
I'm your dad.
- He is smaller than I thought. - Is the empress still alive?
She is indeed. And a fucking marvel.
Where is he?
We must confirm for the records. Is he a he?
- What? - He wants you to check for a cock.
It is a boy! With a cock!
A human cock?
SIX WEEKS LATER
My dear wife, Empress, lady.
Shall I fuck you in the interest of our wedded bliss?
Look-alike. Where is Peter?
- Where have you been? - You may fuck off, Pugachev.
I... Well, we escaped to the forest.
I wanted Paul to see the loons hatch. You should have seen him.
- Did he like it? - To see him see it.
Watching his eyes widen.
Sorry I escaped. Although, I came back, so not really an escape.
He's hungry.
- He is? - I can feel it.
I gave him a small bit of foie gras before.
He made a sound like a dove coming.
I confess to not being familiar with that sound,
but I assume it is one of heavenly satisfaction.
Exactly.
We have not seen each other much since the birth.
Busy parents. Apparently, it is usual.
We had a strange moment at the graves. I wonder if you remember it.
No.
No?
No.
Nor do I.
Must go.
Did you tell them we were coming?
Yeah, while they were setting fire to my desk
and shouting "Down with King Hugo," I managed to compose a letter.
Fuck, you're a nightmare when you're hungry.
Come on. I need a bath.
Good morning.
- Haven't had this dream in a while. - You're not dreaming, Grigor.
I've missed you.
Hey, what are you doing?
Excuse me. What the fuck are you doing?
Cousin Marial, it's good to see you.
Maxim? What the fuck are you doing here?
I am moving into this apartment. It's now mine.
- I didn't think about you. - I often think of you and mostly fondly.
I want a lion-shaped bed if I can.
- This apartment is mine. - Your father died last month.
I know.
But I didn't think there was a male inheritor.
I am he.
I don't like those chairs. Move them.
Why are you looking at him?
- I'm not. - I've seen you do it before.
Elizabeth, leave him alone. Paul is fine.
Paul is beyond fine.
Yes.
I trust that is a snack.
I insert this in you and you hold it up there
until your walls naturally contract around it,
re-tightening the royal cunt.
Terrifying, but...
Necessary for one's own future enjoyment.
There we are.
I will be needing that back.
Have you seen the casualty reports? It is a nightmare.
Fuck. I must go.
I need Velementov back here to tell me why we haven't won yet.
- Will you take Paul with you? - Can you take him to Peter for me?
You're not avoiding Peter, are you?
Of course not. I'm clearly busy. Bye, Paul.
- You all right? - I am not.
- He's not. - It is torture when I'm with her.
For when I forget, it is as usual, like the sun has come out in the room.
And then I remember. I fucked her mother and killed her.
And then I am a wreck. Like she can see it.
She cannot see it. And she'll never know.
We all buried the body,
and Marial took care of her things and the "she left in a carriage" story.
- She did? - Calm yourself.
And you did not kill her. She fell out the window.
- Well, I fucked her then. - More than she deserved.
Voltaire.
Did you just tut-tut me?
I did.
I was trying to assemble some words.
Listen, you opaque French fuck, what is it?
You know, of course. That is why you anger.
I am in a war, and it will distract me from everything I wished to do here,
suck focus and funds.
Is that your point?
- And yet we hoped for more, didn't we? - I had no choice.
No choice.
The last bastion of the unimaginative or the coward. Which are you?
What should I have done? They weren't going to stop.
Because they don't know how.
You could have taught them.
That is why you came, is it not? To change everything?
Right, it is.
But you must understand the realities of leading a nation.
Blah, blah, blah, blah, blah.
- Empress? - Georgina, why are you back?
I went to France and was looking forward to many parties and affairs
and to try frog's legs. However, something happened to me.
I met a young woman of 19 there.
Extraordinary. Her name was Olympe de Gouges.
- Brilliant. A philosopher. - I know who she is.
She said a woman was born free and should live equal in her rights to men.
She had things to say that struck me deeply,
and also always brought me back to you.
And honestly not having anyone's cock in me for a bit
gave me time to think about me.
I realized what you're trying to bring here
is something I need to help bring to Russia.
- I don't know what to say. - Say I can stay.
You told me to close my legs and open a book. I did.
Let me help change this place.
I'm a savvy bitch and a fighter. You'll need that here.
Begging on my knees is my next strategy. Happy to move to it.
Strangely, I believe you.
Because you can see I've been changed.
Once an idea hits you right, you are irrevocably changed.
- Exactly. - So, yes?
Yes.
I mean, did they use enough gold?
It's making me queasy just looking at it.
- I miss Sweden. - Fucking desk.
Let it go.
- Hugo. Agnes. - Catherine! Amazing palace.
And you, most amazing of all.
I forgot how beautiful you were. So annoying.
- I heard what happened. - About the desk?
Democracy won. Which somehow they painted us the enemy of,
even though we brought the idea in.
- We were too nice. - I said that.
- I know. I'm listening now. - Which is so helpful.
- What do you need? - A bed.
I could kill a whole roast chicken slathered in vodka butter.
You seek refuge here.
We have nowhere to go. We felt simpatico with you.
We can beg. Well, Agnes can.
I have this knee that clicks when I get on my knees.
- Whereas I love getting on my knees. - You used to.
Of course, you can stay. I must dash though.
Go. Haven't forgotten what it's like running an empire. It never stops.
And then one day, it does.
I don't understand your anger.
- You were the one who left me. - I'm not angry.
Your coldness then.
You've not been in touch for months. Not a single letter.
You've never been one to hold a grudge.
It's one of the many things I love about you.
I've been seeing someone.
That's wonderful.
Of course, you did. Marriage is not a tomb.
- Who was it? - It's Marial.
Of course.
Virgins reunited. Very sweet.
I'm not going to end things with her.
I'm not in a strong position to ask you to, am I?
No, you're not.
I had this made for you.
A French designer named Delaseppes.
So handsome.
Thanks.
I need to go do a few things.
Of course.
Startled?
I just am, every time, by your beauty.
Smooth. And also accurate. Small thing.
I need you to marry me or an 8-year-old boy inherits my family's fortune.
What? I thought there wasn't an inheritor.
- I forgot about Maxim. - Shit.
- Marial, I'm... - Married.
And it's illegal to get divorced. So now we get to the clever bit.
We have Georgina declared dead. She's banished forever anyway.
I mean, just in name. We don't have to live together.
I'm not all romancy on it,
even though, let's face it, we were born to be together.
She's back.
- What? - George is back.
Right.
- Yeah. I... - Just let me...
Okay. That's that then.
Marial, it doesn't matter. I love you.
She has a hold on you, Grigor. She always did.
- You have a bigger one. - Flattered. Slightly disbelieving.
- I... - You don't have to do anything.
We both knew this would happen. It's okay. We can end our thing.
- But I don't want to do that. - That's very sweet of you to say.
Jesus. I thought we could at least discuss it.
And say what? You stayed with her while she fucked your best friend.
If that's not hold, not sure what is.
I have a husband to find. Bye.
I am very agitated.
As a boy, I could not keep a secret.
If anyone told me anything, I would scream it back at them almost instantly.
When Catherine and I are with Paul, she will, without fail, bring up Joanna.
I mean, what if one day she wants to fuck?
And instead of me saying, "I love fucking you,"
I yell out, "I love fucking your mother"? It is intolerable.
Almost as bad as when I saw my mother drown Igor out by the lake.
I almost told you hundreds of times.
Still, to this day it flashes through me sometimes when we... speak.
Right. Probably shouldn't have said that last bit.
Yes.
If I'd ever chosen to do it,
it would have been gentler and more sympathetic than that.
But honestly, it does feel better getting something out
to make room for more of the other secret.
Indeed.
Are you all right?
I'm fine, darling.
Really?
It is insignificant. He's gone.
That is all of it.
Cutie.
You're okay.
We're okay, Paul.
He is so delightful with Paul.
He took him to the forest and apparently, when he saw a loon,
Peter said it was as if he was opening something and...
Oh, God.
God! I have a war to run. What am I doing?
- Kill him. - Funny.
You will not be free until you do, and if you do, you will be free of it.
- I've already lost one love. - You love him?
No, of course I don't. He's a...
A monster and a thug who almost drowned you,
and you overthrew him because of all of those very good reasons.
You do not need to marshal the arguments against, Marial.
They are practicing endless drills in my mind.
I could send him away.
- Exile him to the country. - What would that do?
Take him out of my orbit.
He could visit Paul on weekends. It is a marvelous idea. Thank you.
I said kill him. Also, small thing.
I need you to repeal the laws around inheritance and women,
and do it retrospectively.
I'm already in a war. I can't afford another one.
- It is on my list, though. - I need it now.
I can't.
- Is that... - Childbirth things.
Don't want to know what it does. Never want to find out.
Hi. Back again. I wanted to talk to you about an idea.
You go live in a country house, fresh air, forests.
We share Paul. I visit briefly on occasion.
Briefly on occasion.
- I know. It sounds... - I love it.
Great.
- Where is Paul? - You took him before.
- I did not. - You did.
- I know I did not. - And I know you did.
Fuck!
- Fuck. You really don't have him? - You really don't?
Oh, fuck!
Don't worry. I think you've just mislaid him.
I'm not the one who took him out into the grounds without his guards
to look for fucking loons.
Then swiftly brought him back for you to lose.
- No one can know we... - Lost sight of him?
Agreed. I'm letting the "we" part go.
Let's just...
- Find him. - Yes.
- Elizabeth. Maybe you gave him to her. - You might have indeed. Good idea.
She's gone to her country house.
- What? - Did she have Paul?
- Yes. - Without telling us?
She was in a strange state when she left.
Right.
I don't understand. Is she couping me?
No, I don't think so.
Mother said I should watch her. Not to trust her.
Your mother did. Right.
But no. Elizabeth loves us both as if we were her own.
And Paul she adores and dotes on. It doesn't make sense.
Are you all right?
Just not knowing where Paul is, it is upsetting.
Maybe she's protecting him
and had to act quickly by getting him out of the palace.
She was paranoid about something happening.
I should go to her country house and get him.
- You are a prisoner. - He is my son. Someone needs to go.
And you cannot let everyone know he has gone, so you cannot go.
I know.
It will smell like a coup is in motion,
and people will start machinations against you that you cannot see.
Take it from someone who's been couped.
Good point which I already knew. We need a plan.
So I just pretend you're both still here?
Take it to Peter's apartment sometimes. Act as if nothing is going on.
I will pretend to be in my apartments in serious conference, not to be disturbed.
Where did you get it?
It's rented. So take care of it.
What a baby! Oh, sorry.
The heir. So moving. King Hugo, Sweden.
- Grigor, Russia. - Could you give us a minute?
I have to go.
Just wanted to quickly put a thought in your head.
Don't answer now. Just mull it, muse it. Or do answer now if your instinct is yes.
Quickly.
Lend me half the Russian army to go and retake Sweden.
Lend you what?
I'll give you them back. Pay you a fortune.
Name-your-price kind of deal. Can't say fairer than that.
You can't let this democracy thing take hold.
You've got to nip it in the bud. Those ideas float across the border and...
you're looking for a bed and a loaf of moldy rye bread in Gdansk.
- No. Absolutely not. - Look, like I said, just think on it.
You need to go. You're in a hurry.
Bye.
- Six hours it takes. - Right.
Do not speak to me. I have work to do.
You are mad because you still think it was me who lost Paul.
I know, which is different to think.
I spy with my little eye something beginning with "A."
- Really? I said... - I must pass the time somehow.
- Who is playing this with you? - Myself.
I have an ability to forget the very thought I just had,
so I will be unsure of the answer,
but when I say it, it will come back to me.
Awe. That was it.
Starts with "A" and it's the look on your face.
Actually, I think it was me who mislaid Paul.
I know.
It doesn't matter now. Getting him is all that matters.
Agreed.
Thank you for being forgiving.
Am I not always?
I suppose you are.
Murder, mayhem, near drowning. So many things you have forgiven me for.
And I for you, with the kicking and the couping.
I wonder how far it would stretch, that forgiveness.
It would be an interesting test of our love...
There is no love!
Actually...
what's the worst thing you've ever done?
I would love to hear something shocking that rocked me to the core.
- Why would you want that? - Pass the time.
You might hate me.
Hadn't occurred to me.
But now you say it, it would be a great test of this hypothetical love.
For maybe it will be so shocking
that I will realize I love you because I forgive you,
and maybe it will make me hate you and finally kill you.
Try me. Fun.
Well, I did in fact...
eat a baby loon while it was alive,
in front of its mother.
I spy with my little eye something beginning with "L."
Love?
Liar.
Funny.
I'll let you work.
Gentlemen. Thanks for coming. As you know, I am in need of a husband.
It's a tight turnaround, so I'll skip the pleasantries, okay?
Right.
Vinodel, could you please describe your ideal wife?
One who can cook, cleans when the maids aren't in,
endlessly sexually compliant, laughs at my jokes, tells me I'm aging well
and applies the ointment I need on a six-hourly basis.
Excellent. You can go.
Smirnov?
I suppose I just want someone who keeps me company,
gives me a kiss every now and then.
- How often? - Daily?
Door's there. Thanks.
Tough but fair.
Raskolvy, it says here you've had six wives.
- What happened to them? - They fell.
- All of them fell? - I have a taste for clumsy women.
- I'm not clumsy. - I'm trying to change.
Bye.
Excuse me a moment.
Patriarch.
- Have I done something? - I want to fuck you.
What the fuck?
What was that?
I am somewhat lost. My old self has come to get me.
I thought you said God and whippings was handling it.
He normally does.
Well, if he's not coming to you, you can go to him, right?
- That thing you do in the woods? - I've been too ashamed.
Your old-self option, it's not an option.
Hypothetical.
You're caught in a fast-flowing icy river, your hands are broken
and you have recently had bad laryngitis, so cannot yell for help.
I roll on my back,
knowing that somewhere the river will calm, as all rivers do,
and the journey will end.
So I merely enjoy the ride,
looking at the sky, waving to beavers as I pass by.
Hypothetical.
You wake up and everything tastes burnt.
A horror of an idea.
- I knew you'd hate it. - Witch.
Hang on. Bandits up ahead. Driver, stop!
What? Why stop?
Save them just shooting at us thoughtlessly.
Come on. Let us meet your loyal subjects.
Get out the carriage or I'll shoot you in the ball bag.
I'm actually out. Earrings.
We're in a hurry, so I suggest I just leave this jewelry here
and you go about your business.
I'll decide who does what, fuckhead.
Look in my eyes and know that I will kill you both easily if I have to,
but have no desire to as we are in a hurry.
- Our son is missing. - Sad.
Don't show weakness. How many times?
Okay. Fuck off.
Can I ask you both what you think of the new empress?
Same shit, different war.
- I think she is very different. - Apparently, she's pretty.
I've heard that too.
- She will do many great things. - Okay, let's go.
Do not make that face at me, Igor.
You're a beautiful and spirited one.
Where's your mother gone?
There she is.
You're my Igor. There you are.
What are you doing?
Eating a whole chicken and weeping a little bit.
- So, sulking? - I tried. She said no.
So, we go to Germany, open a fish-canning business.
- I'm a king! - Act like it!
There's always him.
Coup her and get him to...
You're a fucking wonder to me.
To me too.
- Where's Peter off to today? - Hunting.
It'll be a long trip, so you might be here a while.
Right.
And he wants us to take the kid? He loves this little bastard.
He needed some time.
Well, you don't have to sit with me, you know. I know the drill.
I'm sort of avoiding going home.
Problems with the small woman you're seeing?
What? How do you know about that?
I like to read sometimes in the theater. Heard you two fucking. Watched for a bit.
- She seems nice. - Well, my wife is back now.
Two of them.
Which one will you pick? 'Cause I take it you can't handle fucking two women.
- I think she picked for me. - Shame. Seemed like you two had fun.
More fun than anyone else I've watched fuck in that theater.
Can you do a lap with Paul now? Try and be seen by a few people.
Certainly.
Not by the hair. Support the neck, Pugachev, you fucking animal.
How is the war going?
- Fine. - Really? I hear badly.
Also, is it not an irony of ironies that you, who says she hates killing,
sending thousands to their deaths?
And worse, sending them under Velementov, who will lose, as he does.
- We will prevail. - I used to say that.
I am not you.
- You know what is annoying about you? - I thought I was perfect.
You are. To me. But that's just the complicated nature of love.
You should actually think about how grating and unfair
your natural perfection is on everyone else.
Why are you saying that?
Just musing.
But really, how can anyone have your standards?
I'm not perfect.
- Well, I'd love to hear how you are not. - You would?
It may help me. I'd love to not love you some days.
- It is a burden, is it? - Unrequited love is notoriously so.
I'm ruthless.
- Love that about you. - I can be judgmental.
You don't think that. You think you are just perceptive and precise
in attributing everyone's deficiencies and shortcomings.
You laugh because that is what you tell yourself, isn't it?
Sometimes I think you're the only person who really knows me.
I do.
You look at me and I can tell you sense all of me.
It's your greatness, your strangeness, your fucked-upedness, your lies.
My lies?
You love me.
- I... - It's impossible though.
What?
Us.
Yes.
Fuck.
It will be fine. You need a knife?
I have to tell you something before we go in.
I let it slip that I saw my mother drown Igor to Elizabeth this morning.
Fucking hell. You think to mention this now?
It seemed relevant, so I was a bit worried.
Well, she loves Paul.
She loved Ivan, until she slit the poor kid's throat with a knife.
Which way?
Evening.
I know this is technically not my chair. Fuck it. I'm sitting in it.
I tried to sleep in a salon and woke to Raskolvy touching himself to my foot.
Where's your sister, anyway? I thought she looked after you.
She's married now.
Wouldn't you rather, say, live with her, so I can have my stuff?
Her husband doesn't like me. He oft greets me with a punch.
So, she's going to make you live here all by yourself?
I have my serfs. Can I have some milk?
- Please. - Please?
Listen.
Get behind me.
Because you're the first person she wants to see.
The man who let his mother drown her child.
I was nine.
Oh, yes. Sorry. That was cruel of me.
Fucking Mother.
That's him.
He's fine.
- Let me go in there first. - Okay.
There you are, my Igor.
Elizabeth?
- Elizabeth, are you all right? - Hello.
Thank you for looking after Paul.
It is Paul, you realize?
Of course I do. Forgive an old woman a little playing out of some old ghosts.
Peter told me about his mother.
Brutal.
Deep wound gouged a little deeper.
It wasn't my fault for letting him run free, which I suppose is helpful.
But the rest is, as you say, just brutal.
I'm so sorry.
Sorry I ran with Paul,
but I had an overwhelming sense there was danger and just went.
I should've told you, but something in me just said, "Go,"
and I obey my instincts.
It's okay.
Everyone is fine and safe.
Used to lie in here on this carpet, staring at the ceiling.
He had these big eyes that wandered on little things that other people missed.
I do a good job most days, filling the hole with other things,
but today feels...
very fucking deep.
Aunt?
He was such a sweet kid.
I never knew what pain you could be in, until Paul and now.
It is a sun-extinguishing one.
Come.
I'm sorry.
I'm fucking sorry.
You should never have had to see it.
I shouldn't have told you.
I didn't protect him. I should've kept on protecting you.
True.
He's hungry.
He always knows. It's strange.
I am also hungry.
In France, women's lives are changing.
They are fierce thinkers who meet in salons like these,
not to speak of hats and wigs, but of education and equality for all.
This is what Empress Catherine is trying to bring to us.
I've seen it with my own eyes. A utopia.
And so, we must start reading immediately.
You lying bitch.
- Please tell me you still hate her. - Of course I do.
The enlightenment is a curse that will bring us all down.
That's what I learned in France and that's why I'm back.
Aristocrats are finished if she prevails.
I love you so much right now.
Right. Where's your cousin?
I've come to beat him up until he gives you back your estate.
That won't be necessary.
- He's eight. - I don't care.
Please know that was intended as a romantic gesture.
I can't divorce George, but I want to be with you.
You considered divorcing George?
Shit.
- You must be serious. - I am. Know that, Marial.
I want to say this is back on,
but I have some conditions of my own that may affect your decision.
- Name them. - Maxim, can you come in here, please?
This is your cousin?
- He's cute. - Thank you.
He's also my fiancé.
What? I don't get it.
By law, this lets me keep my things, he does not want me to suck his cock,
and he silences the annoying fucks at court who want me married.
I bring him a glass of milk from time to time
and basically get to live my life freely.
So, we both have conditions.
Honestly, I don't give a fuck about them.
Can I go now? I have a speech to write.
Yes. Sorry. Get out.
Of course, God forgives you.
What do I do?
- Hail Mary and a hand job. - What?
What?
I mean, ten Hail Marys.
And one other thing...
Blackberries, thyme, chocolate and burgundy,
but when melded...
alchemy.
Hypothetical.
A woman who has loathed you,
tried to kill you, overthrown you and imprisoned you,
walks into a room,
and tells you she loves you.
What do you do?
- First, try and start breathing again. - And then?
- Velcra. - Science. Love it.
Alchemy.
Indeed.
- What the fuckety fuck? - Got a plan B?
I have pushed them back a mile
and I'm holding the line in Reograditch till I come up with a plan to take them.
- And that plan is? - There are a few that seem good.
We could split them down the middle and deal with two halves.
Boats may be interesting...
Velementov, when you burble on like this, all I hear is, "I don't know what to do."
Patience is a virtue.
Patience is a luxury we do not have when every day we don't win, people die.
Money is going to become an issue soon too.
Some regions are refusing to pay taxes in protest of it.
It is a disaster.
I fear I was caught up in my rage and pride,
and forgot it was emblematic of everything I fucking despise.
Maybe in the spring, weather better, we...
Spring? Are you fucking kidding me?
I have something to add.
I, alas, can't break my confessional seal,
but I will merely put two and two together and perhaps you will see four.
Orlo, you'll enjoy this.
Who are these people?
I am Melnikoff and this is Shubin, Empress, from the treasury.
I am Melnikoff, and he is Shubin.
I have helped break a commandment.
He is going to report a large sum has disappeared.
- We are looking into it. - Why didn't you tell me?
- A piercingly forensic question, Empress. - We should've fucking killed you.
We should've.
Orlo?
I...
You?
He stole several million rubles and we covered it up.
Sorry.
And two and two makes four.
I can explain.
No, you can't.
My uncle, he asked for...
Thing to understand is, my region, we are dirt poor
and now the front runs through us.
And my uncle does good with it. Not all good...
He steals some, we both know that, but fundamentally, it's better than not.
Your mouth is moving and all I hear is a buzzing sound.
I had to help them. Help him.
- Get out. Now. - Hear him out.
Catherine, you're not from here. You do not understand what it's like.
Go, or you'll be arrested.
- What? - No.
I think I will go, actually.
Everyone should go.
- I need a minute. - Catherine, it's Orlo.
He's a good man.
- Don't you have a war to win? - Yes.
- Then I suggest you go do that. - I will not be spoken to like that.
Then go win the war and you will not be.
Orlo, she'll calm down.
- You'll explain. Talk to her. - I already did.
Well, explain again until she understands.
You did steal from her, so she is going to be angry.
I helped win this place for her.
I'm not sure why anymore.
You can't really leave me.
Sorry. I can't stay.
So you can really leave me.
- A bit hurtful. - I'll miss you.
Being kind about it makes it more annoying.
What a world.
Seems quite good to me right now.
Although, I'm a bit worried she's going to fuck him.
I'm a bit worried only one of them is coming back.
What? Why?
He just feels so bad about Joanna.
What about Joanna?
- You helped Elizabeth after, right? - Just clean up her room.
I didn't want details and she didn't give them.
But why would he tell her that Elizabeth killed her mother?
Yeah, weird. Why would he?
He killed Joanna?
- He didn't kill her. - He fucking did. I can tell.
He didn't! He just fucked her.
And then she fell out the window during it,
but the window bit was an accident.
Everything we say when we're together is a secret, right?
That seems a good rule.