The Affair (2014–…): Season 2, Episode 6 - 206 - full transcript

Previously on The Affair...

At some point,
fate takes over a story,

and even the author himself
loses control.

What's Harry's issue
with the end?

He thinks I'm afraid
to follow through

on my original idea.

You have something
powerful to say.

I just want you to say it.

I'm going to issue
a court order

preventing Ms. Bailey from any
contact with the four children.

I think I found us
an apartment.



I-I don't think
we can live together.

It's temporary, Al.
It's just months,

and then we have
our whole lives together.

I'm leaving my wife.

The last I heard,
he was in Tulsa

with his former student.

He says he's in love.

No, it's Thursday.

Your dad's picking you up.

No, it's not Wednesday.
It...

Shit!

Stay there, honey.
I'll be right there.

Hands behind your back,
please.

- Mom!
- Both of my hands behind me.



What's going on, Helen?
You forget to come get them?

Are you the husband?

We found an eighth of marijuana
in her purse and a vaporizer.

You're fucking stoned?
With the kids in the car?

His stomachaches
seem to be getting worse,

especially when you
come around.

There's something wrong
with Martin.

I don't know.

It's his stomach.
What? Hospital?

I'm not going
to the hospital.

She was sex.

She was the reason
the word was invented.

No marriage,
no matter how strong,

could survive her.

- You're Solloway's lawyer.
- What's it to you?

♪ I was screaming
into the canyon ♪

♪ At the moment of my death

♪ The echo I created

♪ Outlasted my last breath

♪ My voice
it made an avalanche ♪

♪ And buried a man
I never knew ♪

♪ And when he died
his widowed bride ♪

♪ Met your daddy
and they made you ♪

♪ I have only one thing to do
and that's ♪

♪ Be the wave that I am
and then ♪

♪ Sink back into the ocean

♪ I have only one thing to do
and that's ♪

♪ Be the wave that I am
and then ♪

♪ Sink back into the ocean

♪ I have only one thing to do
and that's ♪

♪ Be the wave that I am
and then ♪

♪ Sink back into the ocean

♪ Sink back into the ocean

♪ Sink back into the o

♪ Sink back into the ocean

♪ Sink back into the o

♪ Sink back into the ocean

♪ Sink back into the ocean

_

All right, so Creon,
the king of Corinth, tells her

she's banished, and she's,
like, so pissed off at him.

What does "banished" mean?

Uh, it means, like,
um... like exiled. Yeah.

What's "exiled" mean?

Like... like kicked out.

Like, "You need to leave now.
Vamos."

- Hey, speaking of leaving...
- Oh, hey, Mom.

- Hi.
- Dad'll be here in ten minutes.

Wait, what?

Yes, the game starts at 1:00.
Come on, wrap it up.

- But he's almost done.
- Yeah, I am.

Well, he can finish it tonight.

Stace, go upstairs.
Put your shoes on.

- Tell Martin to come down.
- Can I just stay home?

I need to finish this.
It's due tomorrow.

I mean...

No.

You shouldn't
torture him, Helen.

If he doesn't want to go,
he can stay here with Whitney.

Trev, come on.

Trev!

Ow!

- Jesus!
- Helen!

Hey, I should
be pitching today.

Just because
he bought the tickets

I don't see
why they have to go.

- It's coercion.
- It's not coercion.

It's the Yankees.

Trevor hates baseball.

Helen, is that
what you're wearing?

I thought
we talked about this.

You need something
that makes you look sober.

Just cancel.

I don't see why you keep
letting him do this.

You don't even have to give
visitation rights

to that sex addict!

He is their father,
and I'm not exactly

in the strongest
bargaining position right now.

Well, let's see
what Gottlief says today,

but just because you had
one brief lapse in judgment,

one mildly
embarrassing incident,

doesn't mean that that derelict
has to call all the shots,

to barge in here
whenever he wants to,

drag your children
to the Bronx.

Mom, Martin says
his stomach hurts again.

Oh, shit.

You're surprised?

I'm coming, Stace.

He's been fine
for five days.

He had enchiladas on Monday
with no problem.

Nothing, but now that
his father's showing up...

Mom, can someone
untie my shoe?

Yes, sweetie,
Grandma's got you, okay?

Sit down, sweetie.

I'm fine.
I'm up. Getting dressed.

- Yeah, but Stacey just...
- I'm good! I told you.

Does your stomach hurt?

Not really.

It was worse
last night.

Martin.

Did it wake you up again?

Look, maybe
you should stay home.

Not an option. Sorry.

Well, I don't think
it's that smart.

If you don't feel well,
maybe you just shouldn't go.

You think I shouldn't go,

or Grandma's telling you
not to let me?

This has nothing to do
with Grandma.

He doesn't
need a damn specialist.

It's perfectly obvious
what's wrong with him.

Margaret, I don't think...

Your thoughts
are of no concern.

What's happening
is abundantly clear.

Let's just focus on Martin.

That's something
I have been doing,

more so than you!

I don't understand
why you're being so stubborn.

Talk to his doctor.
Talk to his therapist.

They both say the same thing.

Just tell the kids I'm here,
will you?

I'm gonna wait in the car.

The mind and the gut
are connected!

Can you please just
help them get ready?

The man is incapable
of facing his own culpability...

Please.

Honestly, I don't know
how you stand it.

How long has she been here?
Two months?

She's having a rough time.

- Where are the kids?
- They're coming.

You said they'd be ready
by noon.

Yes, I did. I don't know,
maybe you've forgotten,

they don't exactly
run with military precision.

If you're not back by 7:01,
should I call the police?

I don't think
the police would be

such a good choice for you.

Oh, fuck off.

Martin is sick again.

His stomach woke him up
last night.

I don't know... I...
I don't know what to do.

I'll take him back
to Dr. Jackie on Monday.

Jackie is a pediatrician.
He needs a specialist.

- I keep telling you.
- Hi, Daddy.

- Hey.
- Hey, Dad.

I'm taking him to see
Max's gastro guy

as soon as she can get him in.

You're not authorized
to make any decisions

about the children alone,
Noah Solloway.

Oh, guess what, Margaret,
you're not authorized

to make any decisions at all.

Martin, you can tell
your father you hate him.

It'll make you feel better.

Oh, God, Martin...

I hate everyone.
Can we go now?

Yes.

Why don't you go back inside?

Okay?

Listen, are you sure
you're gonna be okay?

He'll be fine.

They have bathrooms
at Yankee Stadium, Mom.

All right.
Watch what he eats.

- You got it.
- And just call me if you...

The only thing wrong
with that boy

is Noah fucking Solloway.

Wanna stop and get a drink
on the way?

It was a joke.

It's not funny.

What do you think
is going to happen?

Do you think you guys
are going to get divorced?

This meeting is not about us.
It's about you.

Anyway, he'll never divorce me.
He's too cheap.

So what do we think,
Mom and Dad?

Is she still grounded, or do we
give her back her car keys?

Just tell us
what's what, Jon.

You say this Polk
is a tough one?

I'm saying that money
is not gonna fix this situation.

What is he,
some sort of monk?

He's a judge.

And? What does that mean?

Judges tend to be
ethical people.

You've heard of ethics,
haven't you, Bruce?

- Right and wrong?
- Okay, Margaret...

Is she still taking
her Lexapro?

Bruce, will you please?
We have about an hour.

Can we focus on Helen?
Her situation?

Right. Let's.
Her situation.

I'm sorry, gumdrop.

We have
a serious problem here?

We have a moderately
serious problem, yes.

Will it fuck her on custody?

Well,
it certainly will make this

a harder case for us to win.

Before the accident, everything
was leaning in our direction.

Now Noah can claim
that he's just as competent.

The kids
are gonna have to talk

to a court-appointed
forensic psychiatrist.

I know. It sucks.

Leonard can do it.

I'm sorry, who's Leonard?

Leonard Gillette.
He's Martin's psychiatrist.

He's one of the most
highly regarded

child psychiatrists
in the city.

$300 an hour.

He knows Martin
well already.

He can testify that his father
causes him great distress,

has literally made him sick.

But I don't want to put the kids
through that.

All right,
I've got it.

That stooge you were seeing,
the one who gave you the candy?

- What's his name again?
- Max?

We just get Max to admit

he didn't tell Helen
the thing was spiked.

He never told you?

Of course he told her.

So it's still
his fault, right?

The guy's a drug addict,
isn't he?

He's not a drug addict.
He runs a hedge fund.

Even better,
he's got a lot to lose.

We threaten to go to the cops
if he doesn't do what we want.

Let's just rewind here.

- Helen...
- Or else we pay him off.

Is it any wonder
our daughter's married

to such a sleaze bucket?

Look who her father is.

The man thinks
he can buy anything:

reviews, verdicts, women.

I hope you don't mean Ina.

Of course
I mean fucking Ina.

I didn't buy her, you bitch!

- I seduced her!
- Ha!

I see the bills, the travel...

I sought her out
because I was miserable!

- The jewelry. I talk to Ed!
- 'Cause my marriage was a sham!

'Cause my wife has fucked me
twice in the last decade...

- Quiet, quiet, quiet, quiet!
- ...would she ever fuck you?

Quiet!

What did you say?

Fuck. Okay.

Martin's on his way
to the emergency room.

What?

Excuse me, I'm... I'm looking...

Reception.

Shit. Shit.

Shit.

Helen! Helen!

Oh, my God. Martin!

- Oh, shit!
- Excuse me.

- Excuse me.
- Thanks.

What happened, Martin?

- Okay. Okay.
- He's burning up.

- I know.
- Where are the kids?

I left them with Miranda.
He was fine.

He was absolutely fine.
Then he just doubled over...

All right, excuse me, Nurse?

Please,
I need someone to help...

You need to check in
with reception.

- There's a line, ma'am.
- Just go. Go. Go. Go. Go.

Can you sit up, honey?
Okay, there you go.

Can you tell me
what happened?

Oh, Martin, what happened?

What's different from
the last time? Can you tell...

No... Noah?

- Oh, my God.
- Oh, fuck.

Excuse me, my...
my son needs help right now.

- Get your hands off me.
- Look!

- Call in security.
- Sir? Doctor.

I'm sorry,
my son is throwing up.

It's fucking green,
and he's in real pain! Please.

What's wrong with him?
What's wrong with him?

- Stop, no!
- Get me a gurney.

Here. I'll take him.

It's okay.
It's okay.

You're okay.
Here we go.

Come on, guys.

Here we go.

Watch your hands, please.

- Bay four. Let's go.
- Come on.

Excuse us.

Ow.

It's okay, sweetheart.

- Stop!
- Shh. Shh. Okay.

This hasn't been the best day
of your life, has it?

- I'm gonna puke again.
- Okay.

If you've got to puke, go ahead.
Nurse Reagan's armed and ready.

Now tell me which is worse.

- If I poke here...
- Ow.

- Or here?
- Ow!

Okay, I'm done.
I'm done poking you.

- What is it? His appendix?
- Just one moment, Dad.

Sussman's coming down?
Good. The next room's ours.

- Are you operating?
- What?

- Mom.
- It's all right, honey.

They're gonna help you.
He seems very nice.

I try. Listen, buddy,
we know how to fix this,

and I'm gonna walk you
through everything.

Now first I'm gonna
check in with your parents,

and then we'll be right back.
Okay?

Okay, did you hear him?
He said they know how to fix it.

- Okay?
- Mom, I'm scared.

Sweetheart, I love you
very, very much.

Helen.

Come on.

Hang in there, okay?

Hang in there.

It's looking like Martin
has a perforated bowel.

Looking like?
What does that mean?

Let him finish.

I can feel a swollen abscess
I'm going to clean out.

Now, there's a lot
that could have caused this.

Once we get in there,
we'll know more.

- The symptoms started when?
- Two months ago.

- Three months ago.
- No, it hasn't been that long.

Yes, it's obvious
if you were paying attention.

What about food?
Is he eating?

- Not well.
- He's lost some weight.

Uh, today.
Breakfast? Lunch?

He's had two hot dogs
and some popcorn.

- Two hot dogs?
- We were at a ball game.

I asked you to watch
what he was eating.

- I was glad he was eating.
- Folks, folks.

I know this is hard,
but let's try to keep cool here.

I'd say the surgery
should run about two hours,

possibly longer
if we run into...

Doctor,
there's a room available.

All right,
let's prep him then.

- Right now?
- Right now.

Okay, Martin, we're gonna
put you to sleep for a bit,

but when you wake up,
you'll feel much better.

Mom, what's going on?
I'm having surgery?

Yeah, but it's gonna be fine.
I promise, honey.

I'm giving you some medicine
to help you relax.

- Dad?
- It's gonna be okay.

- I'll come see you right after.
- Thank you.

Okay,
we're gonna go inside now.

You guys coming too?

No, honey,
we can't go in with you.

Tell you what, buddy.

Where do you want to go
for vacation next?

- You get to decide.
- Not Montauk.

No,
definitely not Montauk.

- Anywhere you want to go.
- Hawaii?

- Yeah.
- We'll learn to surf.

We can get
a house on the beach.

Okay, say aloha, Mom and Dad.
See you soon.

Aloha.

Psychosomatic, huh?

They told me it was two hours.

He's been in there for three...

How many times
have you called her?

I left her two messages.

- She's a nurse.
- She's a waitress.

She's a pediatric nurse
who might be able

to tell us something,
give us some fucking information

since no one else
will come talk to us.

If we'd listened to her
in the first place,

none of this
would've happened.

What is that supposed to mean?

She said bring him
to the hospital

that first day he was bad.

The day you lost your mind.

I did not lose my mind!
I made a mistake!

Instead you took him
to a shrink

because your mother said
it was my fault...

You know what,
this isn't fair.

...I caused his problems,
I made him sick.

This is not fair!
Noah, it is not fair.

- I mean, Helen, I know...
- Are you actually blaming me?

I know you're angry with me, but
the way you ate up all that crap

she was spoon-feeding you
when everyone else can see...

You're the one that took him
to the fucking baseball game

- and just fed him all of that...
- ...she's a raving lunatic?

When are you gonna learn
to think for yourself?

You can stop now.

Martin's okay.
It went well.

- Why don't you sit too?
- Yeah.

So we removed a length
of Martin's bowel

that was perforated
and infected.

I'm guessing
it's Crohn's disease.

- And what is that?
- It's an autoimmune disease.

Autoimmune, um...

It's like your mom.

Yeah, my mom had MS.

That makes sense.

The diseases are related.

They can show up
in the same family.

Well, he's seen his doctor
twice.

Crohn's is notoriously hard
to diagnose.

It can look like
all kinds of things.

So what now?

Martin will stay here
for ten days.

You'll meet with my colleague,

and she'll talk you
through everything.

The long and the short
of it is,

this is chronic
but treatable.

Now, it's going to take
coordination,

a lot of attention
from both of you,

especially with an adolescent
who doesn't like

to take medication
and misses French fries,

but if you stay on him,
work together,

Martin will lead
a normal life.

Mm-hmm.

He'll be in room 730
in about 20 minutes.

- I wish you the best of luck.
- Thank you.

Thank you.

Sure.

You can call her back.

Thanks.
I'll try later.

I don't want
to do this anymore.

I can't fight with you anymore.

It has to stop.

I hate this fucking divorce.

I just want it over.

I want to go back
to mediation,

and I'll give you
whatever you want.

Helen, all I want is co-custody.

I know.

You should have that.

And you can have
her too.

'Cause we have to do better.
I have...

I have to do better.

And I will.

You're an excellent father.

Thank you.

So call her back.

- Oh, it's okay.
- No, really.

Please, I want you to.

Hey, sweetie.

Hey, buddy.
How you feel?

You okay?

Hey, honey, you awake?

Who won the game?

Baltimore.
You didn't miss anything.

How is he?

He's okay.

He's gonna be okay.

Is he upstairs?

No, he's still
at the hospital.

Noah's with him.

Noah's with him?

That's correct.

I need to go to sleep.

Jesus.

Helen, how could you
be so stupid?

Good night, Mom.

I knew I should've gone
to the hospital with you.

Your father and I
are going to great expense

to prove that Noah
is an unfit father.

Then you leave him alone
with Martin voluntarily?

What kind of message
does that send to Judge Polk?

We're in the middle of a
custody battle, for God's sakes.

Actually, we're not anymore.

We're splitting custody.
We've agreed.

Helen, I can't let you
do that.

I think you're making
a terrible mistake,

an irreversible,
irresponsible...

I don't fucking care
what you think!

My son almost died today
because I listened to you!

- Oh, for God's sake.
- Oh, yes!

You kept insisting
it was all in his head

and made me feel like
a pathetic, crazy...

And the whole time
it was so obvious

he was very, very sick.

And I listened to you.

I always fucking
listen to you,

and you talk,
and you talk, and you talk

until your voice
is the only thing in my head

and I cannot
even think straight.

You're right.

You're too tired
to have this conversation.

Go to bed.

You wanted
my marriage to fail.

What?

You wanted
my marriage to fail...

because yours was a sham
and you were jealous.

I loved him...

so much.

I loved him...

for who he was,
and you convinced me

that he wasn't enough,
so I hope you're happy

now that
you've ruined everything...

my marriage,
my entire life.

I realize this has been a very
difficult evening for you.

Yeah,
I want you to leave.

- What?
- I hate you.

I really do.

And I want you
to get out of my house.

I said leave.

Your father's divorcing me.

He told me after you left.

I'm sorry to hear that.

- Is Martin okay?
- Yeah.

Are you okay?

Did you find anything
during discovery?

Look at you,
getting all technical.

You've been reading up.

Well, he's the father
of my children, Jon.

Yes, you're right.
Of course.

I got a lead recently
from a guy who claims

to have a piece of evidence
that could

blow this whole case wide open.

Who?

You know I'm not allowed

to talk about all the details
of this case with you, Helen.

Well,
what can you talk about?

Was it a witness?
Did he see it happen?

No, he says he has
something on the victim

that we will want to see.

On Scott Lockhart?

Why doesn't he just
call the police?

The police won't pay him.

But if they find his evidence,
they can subpoena it

and use it, right?

Are you looking
for a job here?

How much does he want?

100K.

I'll pay it.

Are you sure? A, and, B,
are you sure you can?

I'll sell the house.
I'll make it work.

You have to get him off
no matter what.

I understand.
Thank you.

Is that it?

That's it.

Mary, get me Oscar Hodges
on the phone, please.

_

- Hi, Daddy.
- Hey.

Did Mommy
go to the hospital?

Yeah, it was her turn.

What happened
to the Bisquick?

What?
Oh, I don't know.

- Can we watch TV?
- Sure.

- Here.
- All right.

All right,
tape, please.

Hey, who drew
that Yankees logo?

- I did.
- What?

It wasn't done
by a professional?

Can someone
help me with this?

Coming.

I found a gluten-free,
sugar-free, vegan cake!

I'd rather eat
my own foot fungus.

Good thing it's not for you,
stupid head.

It's for Martin,
whose stomach is extra delicate.

- He's gonna hate it.
- Whoop.

- Hey, Dad?
- Yeah, buddy?

How about we get
Martin a dog?

I really think
he would like it.

Did your mom say
you could get a dog?

- She said she'd think about it.
- Oh, she said no.

No, she said
she'd think about it.

Can we look for a dog?

Yeah, Stacey wants one too.

Oh, my God, they're here.

What should we do?
Should we hide?

- Yeah, come on. Hide.
- Okay, go, go, go, go, go.

Go.

Oh!

I'm back, suckers!

- Hi, Dad.
- Surprise!

- Welcome home.
- Thanks.

- How are you? Okay?
- I'm good.

- Hey.
- Dude, dude, show me your scar.

You want me
to take this off?

- Yeah!
- Okay, after we eat.

- Whoa!
- Ugh.

Come see what we made!

How was the release?

Good, except for
the thousands of dollars

we have to dispute
with the insurance company.

Oh.

Have you seen my meat?

And the dragon says,
"Oh, I don't see any meat."

And the man goes, "That's 'cause
it's in your belly!"

- The end.
- Brilliant!

Thank you.

Did you make any friends
at the hospital?

Yeah, I met
some nice people.

- Any girls?
- Maybe.

- Wait, what?
- Ooh.

- You did?
- You met a girl?

Did she die?

No.

If she died,
it would've been a good story.

You know,
like, years later,

you could tell
your grandchildren,

"I knew a girl once,
but she died."

You know? What?

Come on, who wants more cake?
Anybody?

I think we should start
winding things down,

maybe, 'cause it's Sunday.

They have
to do their homework.

Right.

Yeah,
so can you show me, please?

- You said you would.
- Not right now.

Okay.

This has been
the best ten days ever.

Yeah, 'cause Martin
hasn't been here.

You little bitch,
you missed me so much.

Hey, just 'cause you almost died
doesn't mean

you get to call
your little brother a bitch.

I think it does.

You guys are gonna
see your dad again soon.

- Friday, right?
- Yeah, that's right.

You finally get to see
my new place in Crown Heights.

- Not far, is it?
- Is it big?

No, it's not big,
but it's nice.

- How many bedrooms?
- Two.

You and Stacey in one,
me and the boys in the other.

Nope, pass.

Whitney,
it's just for the weekend.

Nope, opt out, veto.
Thank you for playing.

You know what?

Stay here. I'll leave.

Helen,
it'll be fine.

I know,
but Marian's invited me

to her house
on Shelter Island this weekend,

and I haven't spent any
real time with her in years,

so it's a perfect opportunity.

I'm going, so stay.

- Thanks.
- Mm-hmm.

Okay, bye.

♪ I want you to understand

♪ I'm gonna be your man ♪

♪ You make it easy

♪ You make it easy

♪ I like it here by myself

♪ What I want
with no one else ♪

♪ You sometimes need me ♪

♪ You make it easy

♪ And I want you

♪ And I need you

♪ And you know it's true ♪

♪ I can't see myself ♪

♪ With no one else

♪ Your curves bend
with my hand ♪

♪ The fallouts we comprehend

♪ You sometimes need me

♪ You make it easy

♪ It's a sad turn ♪

♪ To be on your own

Alison?

Noah.

Noah!

Hey, what are...
what are you doing here?

I'm... I'm staying here.

- With Alison?
- Yeah.

It's a wonderful opportunity
for us to share energy.

We haven't been
this attuned in years.

Maybe ever.

- That's great.
- Yeah.

How's your son?

How are his humors?

His humors?
He's...

Uh, he's... he's fine, Athena.
Thank you.

Where... where is she?

Hey, stranger.

Wow, you look great.

Oh, that's so sweet.
Thank you.

Wait, I have to get
my towel.

Oh, Noah,
these are my friends,

Brendan and George.

Doc said as long as he
takes his medicine,

he should never have to go
to the hospital again.

- That's great.
- It is. It really is.

It was... it was touch and go
for a second, you know?

And I realized that, uh...

I want to apologize
for something.

He-he-he nearly died.
I mean, he almost died.

And, um...

the whole time
I was at the hospital,

I was thinking about you
and what you went through.

And I don't think I ever
quite appreciated that before.

I'm sorry about that.

Noah, don't apologize.

You've been wonderful.

- Have I?
- Yes.

So, anyway,
I got some good news.

- Hmm?
- My divorce, it's done.

It's over.

And that means, uh,
you and I...

Can be together.
It's not an issue anymore.

Helen's agreed
to stop litigating

and give me co-custody,
so...

Hmm. What a relief.

So we're still
a couple then?

What?

Well, we just haven't
seen each other in six weeks.

Alison, we... we couldn't.
The judge said...

Right, I know,
I just, uh...

I hadn't heard from you
for a while,

and I thought you'd just
kinda given up on us.

- We talked all the time.
- Yeah, I know.

- I told you I love you.
- I know.

I was trying to figure out
a way for us to be together.

I read your book, Noah.

What do you mean? How?

It was lying open
on Yvonne's desk

the day I left.

You... did you read
the whole manuscript?

No, just parts of it.

- What parts?
- I'm "sex."

I'm "the reason the word
was invented."

"No marriage
could survive" me.

Is that all you read?

No, I read some choice passages
about my supple breasts,

my perfect ass,

my long tongue on your...

So you... you only read
the sex scenes.

Well, no,
I read a few pages,

but so far as I can tell,

the whole thing
is sex scenes.

That's not true.

I asked you not to read it

because I wanted
to explain it before.

- I wanted you to be prepared.
- For what?

What you really
think of me?

It's fiction.
It's not you. It's not me.

That's what
I wanted to explain.

What? That character
isn't based on me?

Characters have a...

they have a life of their own.

I'm sorry you felt bad
about what you read,

but you obviously didn't see
the bigger picture.

- Did you read the ending?
- No.

Well, maybe that's the place
to start.

We end up together.
It's a happy ending.

Wasn't that the end that
Harry wants you to change?

Look, I'm the asshole
in the book.

I destroy everyone
I care about.

I-I ruin my life.

The story's not even
about you.

It's about me.

Before you judge,
will you please

just read the whole book?

No, I won't.

- Why not?
- I just don't want to.

I don't think
it would be a very good idea.

You know, um...

you may be right
about the sex.

About the sex?

Yeah, I've been thinking
a lot about it

since I got here
and, um...

I can see why
you think I'm...

some kind of
nymphomaniac.

I never said that.

No, you met me at
a very strange time in my life,

and I wasn't always...

I used to be
a very open kid,

and since Gabriel died,

I just stopped talking
to people.

I didn't see the point
in it anymore.

They didn't understand,
and, um...

sex for me became a way

of feeling things without
having to talk to anybody.

And then
I guess I...

when I met you,
I'd just gotten used to it.

Used to what?

Well, using reckless behavior
as a way of...

feeling like
I was still alive.

You know, Sebastian thinks
that the cutting

and the reckless sex,

it all stems
from the same impulse.

Who?

Oh, uh, I'm sorry.
Sebastian.

He's a friend of mine
up here.

He's an expert
in reckless behavior?

He is, actually.
He's incredibly brave.

Right.

But, Noah, I haven't had sex
in, like, six weeks,

and...

my head just feels
really clear.

Great. Great.
That's really exciting.

Um, that's something
you're gonna continue

when we leave here?

I got us that place you liked
in Crown Heights.

- The two-bedroom?
- Yeah, I leased it last month.

It's ready for you.
We can go now if you want.

- Now?
- Yeah.

Why not? Get your stuff.
Let's get the fuck out of here.

No, I just can't
pick up and leave.

I have a yoga teacher
training class.

- I work in the kitchen.
- Wait...

Living here
was a temporary fix

while I got things
worked out for us.

Well, I like it here.

I'm learning a lot.

Why don't you stay here
with me for a while?

Oh, God.

The treatment I'm applying
now to this patient

is based on Wilhelm Reich's
orgone therapy,

which releases
biological energy

from chronically constricted
muscles.

You can see, this therapy is
already starting to release

traumatic memories
stored in the patient's body.

Very good.

We mustn't repress.
We must liberate.

Oh, fuck!

And so our flaws are actually

the source of our strength.

That focused meditation
was so powerful.

- Thank you for your gifts.
- Oh, you're so welcome.

I felt my Level Two
attune automatically.

I did too.
That was remarkable.

Noah!

So you're... you're experiencing
some writer's block?

That must be
frightening for you.

No, I'm... no, I'm trying to find
a place to write, Athena.

- It's different.
- Oh.

I was under the impression
you'd been having difficulty

with your ending
for a while now.

Don't worry about it.
It'll be fine.

I just need to get Alison
and get the hell out of here.

Isn't it miraculous
how balanced she's become

since she's been here?

She's moving in such harmony
with the universe.

That must be
such a relief for you.

Having only known her
in a state of...

such dysfunction.

Sure is.

I sense some sarcasm.

No offense, Athena...
I just don't think

any of this is real.

Nothing is real, Noah.

It's easy to feel at peace

when you're just eating quinoa
all day

and sleeping 14 hours,
but in the real world, I...

I don't think you're doing her
any favors keeping her here.

I see now.

Yes, it's suddenly so clear,

so expected of course.

What?

You fell in love
with her darkness.

Now that she's stepping
into the light,

you feel like you're losing
your hold on her.

My what?

That speaks to your primal fear
of abandonment.

You know what, Athena?
Just shove it. Okay?

I-I... how the fuck
do I get out of here?

- Fuck!
- Noah, this is good.

You're beginning to access
your rage. That's a vital step.

Why don't you come in
for a session?

I've had great success

with writers and artists
using Reiki.

- Oh, fuck that.
- I would be happy to work

with you, as my gift,

to unlock the flow
of your creative energy.

In Afghanistan?

Yeah, I was there
before 9/11.

I was with
the Northern Alliance,

and they'd just taken
this hilltop position...

- Hey, Alison.
- Oh, hey.

Oh, I'm glad you're here.
Uh, I wanted you guys to meet.

This is Sebastian.
This is Noah, uh, my friend.

And, um...

Noah, this is Sebastian.

S-Sebastian Junger?

Nice to meet you, Noah.

Perfect Storm,
I read it in 48 hours,

and War was incredible.

Thank you.
I'm glad you like my work.

This is the last place
I'd expect to find you.

I'm here all the time.

As much as I can be.

Did you get any work done
this afternoon?

No, no. I-I can't find anywhere
to concentrate.

Is there anywhere here
you can write?

I can write
pretty much anywhere.

Right, well,
of course you can.

Sounds like
you're kinda blocked.

You know what helps me?
Reiki.

We're gonna work
on your chakras,

where the channels
of energy

which run through
your subtle body meet.

Is this something you have
to believe in for it to work?

Quite the opposite.

The treatment itself
will guide you toward belief.

- Good, 'cause I don't think...
- Shh.

Ah.

Hmm.

This is your root chakra.

It governs sexuality,
sensuality,

as well as stability.

As you can see for yourself,
there's a creative blockage.

Your Kundalini,
your primal energy,

has become trapped between
your pull toward darkness

and your need
to seek stability in life.

We need to release
your Kundalini from this limbo.

Liberate it to flow upward

towards your place
of consciousness.

Please turn
onto your stomach.

Go on.

Good. Good.

You are drawn
to the darkness in others,

but at the same time,
you fear it.

You're afraid
it will consume you,

will obliterate
your carefully crafted image,

it will expose you
as a fraud, but, Noah,

until you let yourself
experience your baser desire,

you will never be able
to hear your true voice.

Let the darkness in.
Let the darkness in.

Let your root energy
flow through you.

When it meets your place
of true insight,

you will experience
a moment of consciousness

free from all illusion.

The self will fall away,

and, at last,
you will see everything.

Let the darkness in.

Exhale. Press your hands down.

Alison.

- Can we talk?
- Exhale.

Outside.
Can we talk now?

- Please. Come on.
- Noah.

What's wrong with you?

What is wrong with you?

I spent the last six weeks
doing everything I promised

so that we could be together,

which is what I thought
you wanted too.

- Do you want that?
- Yes, of course I do.

Well, then stop flaking out
at this stupid summer camp,

- and let's get out of here.
- I have commitments.

Really? Like your commitment
to Sebastian Junger?

How the fuck did you get
so close to him anyway?

Oh, for God's sakes, Noah.

I blew up my life for you,
Alison, and now here I am,

wanting to leave with you,
and you can't leave

because you got
a fucking yoga class?

Look, I am just as committed

to this relationship
as you are, Noah!

I don't belong to you.
We're not living in your book.

You can't control me.

No?

I'm pregnant.

It's done.