Sex/Life (2021–…): Season 1, Episode 2 - Down in the Tube Station at Midnight - full transcript

♪ Your love is like petrol ♪

♪ Your lips are gasoline ♪

♪ I thought you were special ♪

♪ Till you broke... ♪

You forget, in the moment.

♪ Your love is like petrol ♪

It feels so good.

So right.

♪ You walk the streets, looking... ♪

You forget that you are,
in fact, strangers.

This is crazy.



Lucky for you, I like crazy.

♪ I'm burning up ♪

♪ Junkie love, junkie love ♪

♪ Junkie love, junkie love ♪

♪ Junkie love, junkie love ♪

♪ Junkie love, neon bright ♪

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?

♪ I want it to be over ♪

♪ Turn the boat around
And bring that girl in ♪

♪ I stumble through the error... ♪

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.

♪...as is illustrated ♪

♪ I'm body soft and disintegrated ♪

♪ I'm in the self, half illuminated ♪

♪ I'm on the call
But it's distant and faded ♪

♪ I myself am the robber denied ♪

♪ I chased all I lost
Down a spiraling silence ♪

♪ I'm on your side
It's just so hard to see you ♪

♪ I'm on the side
Of the ghost and the needle ♪

My God.

Look at you.

♪ When it's so full of tricks ♪

♪ I'll be toasting
The gold lights of life ♪

♪ The trail is cold and hard ♪

♪ The course of the light of the child ♪

♪ A slow messenger ♪

♪ I'm in charge of the coal and the fire ♪

♪ White noise calling on a sudden deluge ♪

♪ I'm chased out of breath
Trying to come back to you ♪

♪ I'm in arrest of the subtle hues... ♪

I love you so much.

I love you.

You're the one that I want.

♪ I'm in the flesh
Of the hungering few... ♪

An instruction manual.

That's what my journal was to him.

And, oh, my God,
was he good at following instructions.

♪ The suicide or the slaughtered lamb? ♪

♪ When it's so full of tricks
I'll be toasting the gold lights of life ♪

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.