Sex/Life (2021–…): Season 1, Episode 1 - The Wives Are in Connecticut - full transcript

Frustrated by the waning passion in her marriage, Billie starts journaling about and obsessing over her wild erotic exploits with ex-boyfriend Brad.

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There was a time in my life
when I felt free.

And the world was full of possibilities.

Especially him.

Hey, boyfriend.

Hey.

- Wait, what are you doing?
- Do you want me to stop?

Or should I keep going?

Fu...

Yes.

Those were the days.

People say you don't know them
when you're having them, but I knew.



Oh, you're killing me.

You know that?

Mm-hm.

Time of your life, baby?

Yes, please.

Jesus.

You are killing me.

You know that?

Yeah.

And now, these are the days.

And everything is so different.

Mommy, you said you were feeding her.

I am feeding her.

- No, you're sleeping.
- Okay.



You know what?
I fell asleep for, like, a second.

- But what do you need?
- I want to show you something.

You wanna show me something?

What do you wanna show me?

Come on, Mommy.

All right, I'm coming.

Hudson?

What...?

What have you got there, honey?

Look, mariposa.

Oh, my gosh.

Baby.

You can't keep him like that, sweetheart.
You have to let him go.

It's a girl.

Okay. All right. But still.

And she's mine. I love her.

I know, sweetheart.
But she can't breathe in there.

And she's gonna die
if you don't let her out.

Come here. Come with me.

Let's go sit down.

Come here, angel.

All right.

Look at that baby.

Okay, now.

I have an idea.

Let's see which way she goes, okay?

Mmm.

South, probably. Yeah?

Thousands of miles for the winter.

Wow.

There it is!

Go wave to her.

Bye, butterfly!

Munchkins! Where are my babies?

Where's my babies? Get over here, bud.

Come on. Where are they? Come here, bud.

My word, you are so gigantic and cute.

Oh, I can barely hold you up!

Missed you, buddy.

Oh, there she is.
There's my beautiful girl.

Yeah. Hey, sweetie.

Look at you.

- Hey.
- Hey!

I was gonna get dressed
at some point, I swear. I just...

Ah, it's no biggie.

All right. I'm gonna hurry up
and mow the lawn before the game starts.

Oh, yeah.

- You good?
- Yup.

- All good.
- Huddie!

My husband is
as gorgeous inside as out.

Wait for me.

I've never caught him
looking at another woman.

Hell, I've never even caught him in a lie.

So, what's the problem, right?

Oh, God, Billie,
things have been so crazy at work.

You have no idea.

- Really?
- Yeah.

I mean, we're talking like,
it's, like, post-merger madness, you know?

Everybody's just angling for a position

and they're all trying to show off
for the new boss.

And she's great, though, you know? She's...

She wants to expand internationally.

She wants to do all those things
I've wanted to do,

just on a... I don't know,
like a much, much larger scale.

Wow.

Yeah.

You know, people are swarming,
but she sees me, I can feel it.

What?

Nothing.

I just miss you.

Excuse me.

Okay, and that's her.

My new boss.

Come on.
Have you listened to a word I said?

- Right.
- Francesca, hey!

How are you?

The problem is
Cooper Connelly is married to me.

And before I met him,

I'd been contorted into at least 73%
of the positions in the Kama Sutra.

As should we all.

There were rich guys.

Poor guys.

Tattooed guys.

Just-flying-through guys.

And every other kind
of bad boy deliciousness you can imagine.

We'll just talk tomorrow and set a time,
then we'll discuss.

All right, great. Thanks.
We'll see you then. Bye.

She loves me.

Who doesn't?

So why go marry someone so straight-laced?

Honestly, because of them.

I didn't call you back for a reason!

I see a lot of women.

Open the goddamn door, Billie!

Holy...

You never appreciated anything that I did.

Hello?

My nerves were so fucking shot
by the time I met Cooper,

my heart was riding on fumes.

And the stability and sanity he offered

was a soothing balm
to my spent, scorched soul.

I'll never forget the first time
he brought me to this house.

It's actually an Algonquin word,
"Connecticut."

"Land of the long tidal river."

I always loved that.

There she is.

- What do you think? Yeah?
- Wow.

It's like he'd been waiting for me.
For us.

Yep! Ha!

Can't have you tracking snow
in the house, come on, now.

Oh, my God!

He cooked me this incredible meal.

I mean, come on.

How could you
not fall in love with this guy?

- May I?
- Yes.

It's nice to finally meet you.

I've heard so much about the both of you.
I'm a big fan of your daughter's. Clearly.

- Us too.
- Most days, anyway.

Mom.

- She's joking.
- Or I'm not.

Well, you'll see.

Cooper is the kind of guy

who actually enjoys dinner
with your parents.

This is North Station.
North Station.

Ma'am, ma'am.
Why don't you sit right here?

He stands on the train,
no matter how many seats are empty.

Yeah?

- Have a great day.
- And somehow

manages to be the most handsome
and humble man in any room.

Gotta say,

never thought I'd leave Morgan Stanley
to come be one of the good guys.

But Cooper sucked me in
with his "change the world" hoo-ha.

And the dental plan's not that bad either.

- But we have had a very big year.
- We have.

High risk, high reward, so huzzah to you.

- Merry fucking Christmas, dude.
- Thanks, buddy. Appreciate you.

He is my all-time favorite person.

And I want us to live a hundred years
and die at the exact same moment.

Push!

Oh, there he is!

Hey, buddy!

Hi!

Hi!

I know, I know. Okay, go see Mommy.
Go see Mommy.

Hey, bud!

Hey!

Oh, my God.

And I want our souls

to find each other on the other side
as soon as possible,

so we can fall in love
and make more babies,

and do it all over again.

I just also want him
to fuck my brains out.

Is that so much to ask?

Hey.

Didn't you have the, um...?
No, no, no! Stop him!

I'm sorry. Didn't you have the...?
The girls night in tonight?

Yeah, but you know...

Um...

- I can be late.
- Oh.

- Okay.
- Oh. Okay.

Okay. Mm-hm.

Oh, yeah.

Oh, yeah.

Oh, it's so good. That feels so good.

So good.

Are you...? Are you okay?

Yes.

Yeah, no, don't stop.
Don't stop. Keep going.

- Okay.
- Keep going.

Okay.

Shit.

I'm sorry, babe.

- I'm just so tired.
- Yeah.

Okay. Hold on.

- Hold on.
- Okay.

Oh, yeah.

Oh, that's good.

Oh, that's good. Yeah.

That's good.

Oh, yeah.

- Cooper!
- What?

- Sorry. I'm sorry.
- Just... Okay, just get the vibrator.

- Really?
- Yeah.

- Is that okay?
- Yeah.

Okay.

It's been 18 months since Cooper
went down on me, for example.

I expelled an entire human being
from my body

in half that time.

Oh, my God.

Oh, my God.

No.

- Do you want me to, uh...?
- It's fine.

Forget it.

It wasn't always like this.

- Hi.
- Hey.

I love you, Billie.

Cooper.

But then you have one kid.
And then another.

I used to simply accept
Cooper's waning passion as proof.

This is what happens when you grow up,
get married, get into a routine.

But now I'm starving.

Now I'm screaming at him
from inside my head,

trying to make him feel something.

Mommy. You didn't kiss me good night.

I did.

Well, you didn't check on me.

I did, honey. I did.

Come here.

Come here, baby. Come here. Come on.

There you go.

Oh, yeah.

That's my big boy.

All right.

You're okay, baby.

You're okay.

You're so beautiful.

- What's wrong?
- Nothing, baby. Nothing.

I'm okay.

- Please don't cry, Mommy.
- I'm okay, baby.

I'm okay.

I love you, Mommy.

I love you.

I love you, baby.

I want you to come and tuck me in
whenever you're done.

Hey, boo!

- Hey, you still up?
- Oh, yeah.

This stupid band hasn't even gone on yet,

and I'm too obsessed to give up,
go home, get a decent night's sleep,

like any grown-ass woman

who had to get out of bed at 7 a.m.
and go to work would.

Why are you still up?

I can't sleep.

Hey, has Cooper ever choked you?

- 'Cause if he hasn't, he needs to.
- Oh, my God.

- You saw Alex again.
- Mm-hm.

Didn't one of your exes used to do it?

I mean, not on purpose!

- Oh, honey. You need to be choked.
- Oh!

- Was it that good?
- Yes, it was.

Maybe we should get married.

He could choke me
for the next seven to ten years.

I love that erotic asphyxiation
is what it takes

to finally get Sasha Snow to settle down.

Uh-uh. For seven to ten years.
Let's not go crazy.

So, girl, you want to tell me
what's really going on?

I, um...

I feel...

different.

- You are different.
- No, I mean, like,

I don't feel like myself.
I feel like, uh...

Like a watered-down,
wife-mom version of me. And...

I'm, uh...

I'm just not sure
that this is who I'm supposed to be.

Oh, God. You need to go back to work.

You clearly have
too much time on your hands.

I can't.

Cooper and I agreed that I would
take this time to be with the kids.

- Please. Where do I even start?
- I wanted this time, you know?

I thought I would love it. And I do but...

It's not enough. It's okay.
You can say it.

I just... I don't know.

I've been thinking a lot, about...

...him.

- Who?
- Oh, come on, Sash.

Are you kidding me?

Do not fuck up your gorgeous family.

- I'm not.
- Cooper is such a good guy.

I know that.

Then appreciate it for a second,
how lucky you are to have found him.

How many millions of women
would kill for what you have.

Look, I know. Right?

But I just... I can't stop thinking
about how things used to be.

- With Brad?
- With me.

I was different.

- I don't know what happened.
- Girl!

You said yes,
moved to the burbs, had kids.

This is what you wanted, B.
It was your choice.

I know.

And I know Cooper's exhausted, you know?

I'm exhausted too, but I just...

I need to...

To feel it again.

What?

Some small piece of that magical...

interconnected, love bubble rush.

You know? It was just...
It was such a high!

- How's it going?
- Hey.

Sash, are you...?
Are you even listening to me?

Yes. Now you listen to me, all right?

Brad was one sexy motherfucker.

But that kind of love is a fickle bitch.

It hurts, betrays
and is ultimately unsustainable.

What you have with Cooper
will go the distance.

I know. I know it in my cells,
I know it in my fucking soul.

Good.

What are you gonna do?

I don't know.

Love is a drug.

That's what they say, right?

Dopamine, oxytocin, adrenaline.

But I can get that feeling again.

Every time I close my eyes

and go back
to one of those nights, I feel it.

It's not some elusive high I'm chasing.

It's real. And it was a whole other me.

Ooh. Girl.

You glam-goddess-Barbie'd your ass
and I am digging it!

Sasha Snow is smart as shit.

The only one of us
who actually finished her PhD

and is now a fancy psych professor
at our alma mater.

She's also the wildest,

most unapologetic woman you'll ever meet.

And all that wildness brought us downtown,

almost every Saturday night
to the Ludlow Street Cafe,

and one equally wild lead singer,
drummer, bassist after another.

♪ Her tongue ring feels so cold
On a nigga neck ♪

♪ No hickies
Or you'll never see my ass again ♪

♪ I gotta keep up appearances ♪

♪ She tell her friends
That she is my bitch ♪

♪ She think I don't know
I be hearin' shit ♪

♪ That's why we only happened one time
Like a premiere ♪

♪ I showed my ass at the mall again ♪

♪ I spent so much that they called it in ♪

♪ Seventh grade, Mrs. Penny called me in ♪

♪ I said, "Fuck you"
I knew I'd be on, yeah, yeah ♪

♪ Throwin' money on her
Fifties, hundreds ♪

♪ Throw a Civic, Honda
If I like her, not love her ♪

♪ If I love her
Then I'm gonna throw a Benz ♪

♪ Throw a crib, down payment
Fuck the rent ♪

♪ I woke up from a long night
Of sex this mornin' ♪

♪ Brush my teeth, got fresh this mornin' ♪

♪ Two hands on it... ♪

Oh, hello.

- You think you're worth it?
- Yes, please.

Oh, sorry.

Um...

I'm gonna go.

You...?

You're okay?

You're fantastic.

Hey!

Are you okay?

Oh, yeah, totally. I'm like what,
like a hundred blocks away from home?

I'll see you later. Love you.

Love you.

Put your hand on my head again,
I'll bite the whole thing off.

Not a problem.

You are a fucking goddess.

Hmm.

- Let me worship at your throne.
- Ooh.

Hey.

Do you like bad boys?

Sure do. Let me know if you find one.

Hey, just piss off, dude.

Hey!

- Whoa!
- Leave her alone.

Here. Go get something to eat.

Go!

This is bullshit, man.

You Billie?

Your friend said you might need a ride.

Are you with the band?

Yeah. Something like that.

Car's parked over there if you want.

If not... nighty night.

Wait.

You have a car?

In the city? Okay...
Okay, no one drives in the city.

How do you find parking
or justify the cost?

To the environment, for starters?
I mean, not to mention...

You want a ride or what?

Okay, so you're not with the band.
You're not exactly a roadie.

Not exactly, no. I own a record label
that's trying to sign them.

- You own a record company?
- Mm-hm.

And this car, a place around the corner,
this jacket, these boots.

- But that's pretty much it. Mm-hm.
- Mm.

You think he's good? Kossi?

That is why you're sucking up to him
like this by doing his betty a solid.

Who, Sasha?

She's a hard lady to say no to.

But still, you're driving home her friend,
which means that that dude's got leverage.

Yeah, for now,
but he shouldn't get used to it,

and neither should you
'cause chauffeur is not my MO.

Understood.

She's a good friend.

To think of you in the middle of...

Yeah.

She's... She's the best.

We were roommates together
in grad school at Columbia.

For what?

- Psychology.
- Oh, shit.

I better shut up now.

You know, you might start lecturing me
about my mean mommy

and how much better adjusted I'd be
if only she had held me more.

Oh, fuck.

What, is that what you think?

I think you like nice shit because either
you grew up with it or you didn't.

And you own a record label,

so I'm gonna guess
that you had a leg up on that, mate.

But you found your way to the Big Apple.

You didn't stay behind
to take care of the family kiwi farm.

So that is a classic "fuck you"
to either Mom or Dad,

but I'm guessing, um,
with that hair and those rings,

that you didn't have trouble
with your feminine side.

So Daddy dearest it is, then.

How am I doing?

Uh...

You wanna get a drink?

Sure. Yeah, did you have
some place in mind?

Yeah.

Mine.

Just the jacket and the boots, huh?

I like nice shit.

You said it yourself.

And you have a stage in your living room.

I own a record label.

Yeah, sometimes I like my guys
to play here.

- This town is insane.
- Yeah.

In the best possible way.

So let me guess.

Iowa?

- Please.
- Oh.

Ohio?

Uh, Georgia.

No accent?

Not anymore.

You know, when I was little...

I used to dream about living
in New York City.

I never thought I actually would,
but now that I'm here...

I don't know.

I never want to leave.

There's a lot of shrinky dinks here.

There's a lot of screwed up people too,
so you've got your work cut out.

I don't know. I mean...

I like helping people, but...

I'm just not sure that I actually do.

I think you do.

In fact, I'm pretty sure...

you do it every goddamn day.

I wanna show you something.

You said you like New York.

I thought you deserved
to see her like this.

I mean, this... This is...

This is not how I thought
my night was gonna end.

Well, the night's not over yet.

It's crazy, but I started
to believe this could be my life.

I prayed that it would never be
anything other than this.

Hey.

I got you.

Trust me.

I want to.

♪ Cold sweat... ♪

I shouldn't have.

But I did.

I trusted him...

completely.

♪ Are you trying to tell me ♪

♪ Something with your eyes? ♪

♪ All I wanna do now ♪

♪ Is lay down and die ♪

♪ If you're gonna do it ♪

♪ You better do it right ♪

♪ But my heart won't ♪

♪ Stop ♪

♪ Swelling ♪

♪ Hello ♪

♪ How do you feel? ♪

♪ What does that mean? ♪

♪ What does that mean? ♪

♪ High, high ♪

♪ Cold sweat ♪

♪ Dripping down my body ♪

And eventually,
he trusted me too.

♪ All I wanna do now ♪

♪ Is lay down and die... ♪

The intensity
of our conversations...

was intoxicating.

I got off on the fact that I was
the only person on planet Earth...

who got to see
what was underneath his rock-hard shell.

♪ All I wanna do now ♪

♪ Is lay down and die ♪

♪ If you're gonna do it... ♪

I had a vision...

of who I could be.

Who we could be...

together.

And the truth is, I miss it.

And him.

I miss him.

So...

damn...

much.

Cooper.

Who the fuck are you?

Is that what you want, huh?

Yes.

Yeah.

Yeah.

No.

Oh, no. No, no, no.

No, no, no. Keep going.
Keep going, don't stop. Don't stop.

Yes!

Yes!

You're mine, Billie.

You're all mine.

And don't...

you forget it.

Oh!

Yeah!

I have to go to work.

Olga, hi. Um...

I know this is last minute.

But any chance you're available
to come sit the kids today?

Yes. Oh, thank you. Thank you so much.

♪ These times are wild ♪

♪ The legends are true ♪

Billie!

Hi!

Are you headed into the city too?

We're playing hooky, off to Radio City.

You should come.

I'm sorry, but I just... I can't.

- I'm having, um...
- Oh, God, honey!

What is it?

My mom... My mother is, um... very ill.

I'm so sorry.

- No, I'm... I'm sorry.
- It's okay.

- Just let us help you.
- Oh, no, no. You can't.

Have a... Have a great time.

♪ See, my body is a temple ♪

♪ Some people burn
Burn it down ♪

♪ Some people burn
Burn it down ♪

♪ Hey, hey, miss ♪

♪ Where'd you get the way? ♪

♪ Hey, hey, miss ♪

♪ Where'd you get the way? ♪

- Who is it?
- It's... It's me.

Okay, just let me in!

Billie.

- What the hell are you doing?
- I don't know.

I don't know.

Okay, I need a drink.

Oh, my God. I'm like, I'm...

I'm sweating, you know?

And my heart.

I can't breathe
and I just, I feel like... I don't know.

Like I just need, like... It's...

Okay. Uh...

Uh...

All right, the thing is...

Uh...

Billie, wait.

I want to go home.