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Sorry, Baby (2025)

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Sorry, Baby (2025)

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Oh, my God! Hi!

f*ck,

it's f*cking cold!

Ahhh!

-You made it!

-I made it!

-I missed you!

-Oh, my God, I missed you,

-I missed you!

-Yay!

Help me, it's f*cking cold!

I cannot believe you

still live here.

Yeah, well,

you say that every time.

I can't feel

my f*cking hands, ah!

- sh*t me.

- Let me take that.

-Let me take that.

-It's really heavy.

Yeah, f*ck, it is heavy.

Did you bring me presents?

Oh, no, just like eighteen

pairs of socks.

I have socks.

Yeah, but your feet

are huge, babe.

Ow! It's really heavy.

Oh, my God.

- This is what I think.

- Yeah.

When you are having sex

with a guy...

Yeah.

-Sometimes--

-Mhmm.

They are saying stuff like,

"You like that."

Mhmm.

You like that.

Mhmm. What is that, even?

Right.

Oh, that's deep.

I think-- I think they mean

you like...

-That.

-That.

-Yeah. "You like my d*ck."

-Or that.

But it's like, they like,

it's like,

also their d*ck

is their whole self.

So they're like,

"Do you like the d*ck?

Do you like me?"

-"Do you love me?"

-"Do you love me!"

"And I am f*cking you--

-with my d*ck."

-Right.

And sometimes it's like--

Don't.

No, sometimes it's like...

Oh, God.

Sometimes it's like--

Kinda.

-No. It is.

-It's like--

Sometimes it's like

you leave your mind

and you're like,

seeing it from, like,

-perspective behind.

-Inside their brain.

Your butt looks weird.

Sometimes it's like-- right!

So, are you gonna

let me read it?

Yeah.

But it's not done.

It's not even a proper draft.

But it's a draft.

It's definitely

a draft.

Is it still about

g*y New York stuff?

Yeah,

but now it's, like,

dark and like psychological,

but also funny.

I will need

to read that.

Ahoy!

Is that guy

talking to us?

Ugh, I think

he just said, "Ahoy."

Ahoy there, neighbor!

Ahoy!

Ugh, he's in our spot.

f*ck' hell.

I wish

you still lived here.

Yeah.

Or closer, at least.

Yeah, I wish you lived

closer to me too.

I like it here, though.

Are you sure?

Why?

It's a lot, right?

Still being here.

Well, it's a lot to be

wherever.

Yeah. That's true.

School was like--

Ugh, Grad school was... Ugh.

Exactly.

Do you miss me even

though you're married?

Yes, I miss you even

though I'm married.

Married.

-Ugh.

-So grown up.

It's so grown up.

Hey! Hey, you over there!

I'm married!

I'm in a union that

the state knows about!

My dad is divorced.

- Oh, that's sad.

- Um...

That's okay.

Well, what do we do now?

You're alone.

I don't care whether

I'm alone or not.

It's my right.

It's your right.

What do you want?

I say he's guilty.

I wanna

hear your arguments.

I gave you my--

Ew.

Yes...

Oh.

-Hi.

-Hi.

-Can I help you?

-Uh, no. I'm sorry.

Do I have the wrong house?

No. This is the right house.

- Are you...

- Wait.

No. No.

Oh, no. No, no, no, no.

This is the house,

yeah.

- Are you looking for Agnes?

- Yes, yeah.

Gavin!

-Agnes.

-Lydie.

Oh, you're Lydie. Oh, my God!

Okay, I am so sorry,

this is the weekend.

Yeah.

-Ah.

-My mistake.

No problem.

Gavin is my neighbor.

Gavin, you actually

live over there.

Oh, yes. I live there.

-Oops.

-That's okay.

Sweet dreams, Gavin.

God bless your lost soul,

and have a good night.

-It's nice to meet you, Lydie.

-You too.

He's cute.

-Who?

-You're f*cking him.

No, I'm not.

-You're f*cking your neighbor.

-No, I'm not.

You're f*cking your neighbor

named Gavin.

You are.

I'm not. I'm not.

- No. I'm not.

- You are f*cking him.

- I'm not.

- You're f*cking Gavin!

-Agnes.

-Mhmm.

I need to talk to you

about something.

Okay.

Okay. So it's about my body.

Oh, your body is perfect.

Oh, thank you.

But, um, I didn't mean it

like that.

Okay...

So I have a baby in me.

-You do?

-Yeah.

What? Right now?

Right now.

-Yeah.

-What?!

Oh, my God.

Oh, my God.

Your body is a miracle.

Oh, my God.

Are you scared?

Yeah, yeah.

Oh, but are you glad?

Yeah, yes. It's good.

Like, I wanted it, obviously.

Like, we tried

a million times.

Yeah. You did want it.

-Yeah.

-Lydie...

Are you gonna name it Agnes?

Oh.

Yeah. I don't know.

I don't know.

Try and think about it.

Wow.

So it must have

been good sperm.

Yeah.

Thank God for that

random, tall white guy's

good sperm.

Maybe I should

have his babies too

and then they can be brothers.

Well, he's pretty

hard to track down, so.

Well,

we have his picture,

so we could look him up.

Can I touch it?

Yeah.

I don't really feel anything.

That's because it's not

like a baby yet.

How old is it?

Ten weeks?

So probably really small.

Yeah.

What, like a mouse maybe?

How big is a mouse?

Oh, it's smaller than that.

Wow, smaller than a mouse.

Don't tell anyone

tonight about--

Oh, don't worry.

I never tell secrets

unless I feel it is a secret

I really wanna tell.

That is not reassuring, babe.

I don't wanna go.

No!

No, we have to.

Natasha will k*ll me.

I feel like... I feel like

she's, like, rude,

like, tonally.

Oh, she definitely

has a very rude tone.

Right?

She's got a really rude tone.

Are you afraid?

-Yeah.

-For the pain?

Yeah.

But also because

it's like, a person.

I wanna make

a really good person.

You're gonna make

a good person.

It's gonna hurt so bad.

Oh, my God, it seems like

it hurts so bad!

No! Don't say that.

I'm allowed to say that,

you're not allowed

to say that.

Blah, blah, blah.

Doesn't matter.

Short story is,

we got the house,

but we had to pay, like,

significantly more

than we wanted to.

Do you like this house?

My house?

I, I do. Yeah. Oh, my God.

The wood-- it's gorgeous.

It's rich.

Like dark.

- Yeah.

- What are you gonna put in it?

- In our house?

- Yeah.

Uh-- our couch,

our bed,

Benny's parents' dresser.

-All your stuff.

-Yes. Exactly.

That makes sense.

You're like a fully

fledged adult now.

Guys, how long has it been

since, like, we've hung out?

I'm just sort of like...

Hi.

Is it three years since

we graduated?

-Four, I think.

-Oh, my God, is it four years?

Yeah.

Time really does fly.

Time really does fly.

But not for me

or Agnes probably,

since we're still here,

still at the school.

You're still

at your same house.

That little house.

But time probably flies

for the three of you who left.

-New York.

-Yeah, yeah. New York.

Wow.

Good for you.

Um, but it's a trip

being back.

I drove past the campus

on my way to Agnes',

and I just got, like,

full body chills

when I saw the library.

The library. Lydie, no.

-Please.

-You know what I mean?

I have, like, deeply ingrained

stress from that place.

Yeah, Grad school was wild.

I honestly feel like

I worked on that thesis

for like, a decade.

Yeah. This one time, um--

on the third floor

in a private room,

I almost paper cut

my face open with my copy

of Little Dorrit just

so I could go to the hospital

and have a good night's sleep.

I didn't do it,

but I thought about it.

Yeah, sometimes I have

nightmares

where my thesis is like

all blank pages,

and then I eat the pages.

Oh, my God, that's so sad.

Yeah. It is really sad, huh.

So, Agnes, it was really

that easy for you?

No story? Nothing to share?

Well, it's not Agnes' fault

that Decker liked her best.

No,

it wasn't her fault,

but, um, it pissed me off.

Um...

This fish is amazing.

What's-- what's in it?

Fish.

Uh-- well, how is it,

you two?

You're the teachers now.

I am still part time,

but I think I'm gonna teach

a class next semester--

which they haven't said

is what's gonna happen,

but it could.

- Yeah, it could.

- No. It will.

Yeah. Yes.

It, it will.

Well, we have news

in the English department.

Agnes? Agnes has big news.

Bathroom. Sorry.

Agnes is now

a full-time teacher.

She took Wilkinson's spot.

Filled the spot.

Agnes is like super young

to be full-time faculty.

Yeah, she's like the youngest

in fifty years, that b*tch.

I'm kidding.

There's a bone.

What?

In the fish.

There's, like, a bone in

the fish that you served me.

Sorry.

No, it's-- it's fine.

It's just like maybe

you should, like,

debone it a little bit better

before you serve it to people.

Hello, my baby.

Oh, you're a baby.

I love you. I love you.

Oh, you wanna get down?

Okay. I'll put you down.

You leave the house, right?

Yeah. I leave the house.

I go to work.

I have a job, Lydie.

But--

you're still

in the same office.

Yes.

Agnes, you said that

you were gonna switch.

Well, I-- I didn't wanna

have to explain

why it's weird for me

to be in that office.

Maybe you should say

there's mold or something.

Maybe.

Do you want me

to call them and say

there's a dead animal

in the wall?

You are an angel

from heaven, but no.

It's like, I just got the job.

I don't even know

if I should have the job.

Agnes.

I don't wanna complain

about my office,

which is technically huge,

and there's a lot of light,

and I can see why he liked it.

Anyways, yes,

I leave the house.

Agnes...

don't...

die.

I'm not gonna die.

If I was gonna k*ll myself,

I would have done it

like last year--

or the year before.

Ugh. Or, like, definitely

the year before.

Agnes.

No. I'm not gonna die.

Let me return the sentiment.

You please don't die.

Lydie--

You're having a little baby.

I know.

You're gonna take such

good care of your little baby.

-I won't die.

-Please don't die.

No, you please don't die.

Do you wanna say hello?

Hi.

I'm Agnes.

I'm your mommy.

Lydie and Fran may tell you

otherwise, but heed my words.

-I'm your mother.

-Agnes!

-Do it properly.

-Yeah. All right.

Hi. I'm Agnes.

I'm not your mommy.

I am your mommy.

Oh, for goodness sake.

I felt it kick.

No, you didn't.

Are you gonna-- Thank you.

Don't go.

Hey.

I'll see you soon.

When?

Come to New York.

I've got an extra bed.

Tell Fran that I hate them.

-No.

-No, I don't hate them.

I know, babe.

-Love you.

-Love you.

Um, no.

Come soon.

Not because of, like,

not because I'm gonna

k*ll myself, but just--

Just...

don't wait so long

to come back.

Okay.

Okay.

f*ck!

f*ck!

What is happening?

-What's happening?

-Oh, my God!

I hate school!

School f*cking sucks!

My brain feels like

it's on fire.

Like I'm gonna f*cking die!

I just realized, babe,

no one gives a f*ck

about Ted Hughes.

No, everyone cares

about Ted Hughes.

No, no, no.

I can't believe this.

I spent two years

writing about a guy.

I don't even f*ck guys with

my eyes open anymore.

I just close my eyes

and imagine women.

Do you wanna talk about that?

About what?

Nothing.

Okay, I'm here.

Sorry, I'm here.

Did we do it?

Barely.

-Devin?

-Yes, I did.

I am so sorry.

I don't really procrastinate,

so this wasn't like

a whole thing for me.

That's okay.

Keep showing off,

it'll get you places.

Lydie.

I'm Lydie.

Did you finish?

Uh, yeah, um--

Yeah, but the thing is,

like, don't be mad.

I did finish it.

The last page is, like,

a copy and paste extract of...

"Slouching Towards Bethlehem"

that I didn't write.

- Yates or Didion?

- Didion.

Always Didion.

Uh-- Hey,

you know what?

I'm supposed to be your

mentor, helper, whatever.

I'm just here to make sure

it happens.

I did mine.

Okay. Good. That's--

that's great, Natasha.

Lydie, you think you

can finish by Wednesday?

Get me your draft minus

the Joan by then?

Yeah, again--

Sorry about that.

Are you gonna read mine?

Of course. That's my job.

Are you gonna ask

Agnes if she did hers?

Yeah.

Agnes...

How'd yours go?

Fine. I did it.

Can't wait to read.

But you're gonna read

mine too though, right?

Yes.

Why am I still working

on this?

Because you didn't finish it.

No offense.

Stop bragging.

I'm not bragging.

Your legs are on the wall.

So?

Well, if I'd finished it,

my legs would be

on the wall too,

but I haven't.

So, my legs

aren't on the wall.

Okay. I will take them down.

What?

You should f*ck him.

I don't wanna f*ck him.

-Really?

-Yes.

Well, if you don't

wanna f*ck him,

definitely don't f*ck him.

I won't.

I think he wants to f*ck you.

-Really?

-Yeah.

-Well, that sucks.

-Why?

Do you think that's why

he's telling me I'm smart?

No, I think he's telling you

you're smart

because you're really smart.

Okay.

What would you say though--

if he asked you to f*ck him?

I would say no.

I would be upset if he asked.

I get that.

I get that.

I would say no--

but thank you.

Come on in.

Hi.

Agnes, hi.

Thanks for meeting with me.

Thanks for meeting with me.

Are you working on something?

I mean--

No. Not, not--

not really.

Well, now you have to tell me.

Why?

Because now I know too much.

Uh, yeah, okay. Um--

I'm writing a book.

-A book?

-A book.

A long book?

-Medium.

-Good.

Why?

Well, long is like...

okay, we get it.

Right. And short is like...

Why did you even

write a book?

Yeah, well, even though

this is medium...

-The perfect length.

-Yeah.

I have to say it is horrible,

and every time I look at it,

I wanna k*ll myself.

Mm.

Well, there actually

have to be books like that

so that we can distinguish

which books are really

the good books.

Yes.

I'm doing a public service

by writing a sh*t book.

Well,

if it helps at all,

I liked your first novel.

I liked how f*cked up

it was and--

how it made me feel

like there's a reason,

even if I can't see it,

that I'm alive.

And it didn't feel

like fiction,

which I think is a compliment

in this case.

And...

I think about it all the time

when I'm doing other stuff,

like eating ice cream

or looking out the window.

Thank you.

Thank you.

Okay, uh...

Um...

Enough about me.

I read your thesis.

You read it really fast.

Yeah, well, I, uh--

to be honest,

I couldn't put it down.

Someone glue your hands to it?

What?

-Oh--

-I'm sorry.

Makes basically no sense.

No, it does.

Um...

Yeah.

-Anyway, so, uh...

-Yeah.

This whole section

from page three through seven,

I find to be absolutely just--

extraordinary.

Really.

Sorry.

Sorry, my ex is a prosecutor,

which--

Oh, wow, the law.

Yeah. My ex-wife...

loves the law.

She's in court, my kid's sick.

I have to--

I've gotta run.

-f*ck, sorry.

-Oh, that's okay.

You should have

my full attention,

and frankly,

this paper deserves that.

-We can reschedule for later.

-Yeah, that's fine.

All right, I gotta--

I'll text you.

-Okay.

-I'll, uh...

Sorry I have to run like this.

-Oh, that's okay.

-Oh, actually,

you should look at this.

I just got it.

First edition

To The Lighthouse.

Wow, wow. Thank you.

Yeah.

Can I touch it?

-Yeah.

-Okay.

All right.

We are asked

to reckon with the idea

that taking his life,

taking flight from

the corporeal existence,

is perhaps for Milkman

a transcendence

and not a tragedy.

Milkman feels he is returning

to his ancestral home.

-Agnes.

-Hi.

Great. Okay. Uh...

Thanks for coming last minute.

Sorry, it's my house.

-Hope that's okay.

-Yeah, yeah, no problem.

Don't worry, my--

my kid's with my ex.

It's all good.

-Uh, come on in.

-Okay.

Oh, do you mind

taking your boots off?

Oh, yeah.

- Duh.

- No.

- Sorry.

- Don't be sorry.

Do you have my thesis?

Oh, yeah.

Yeah, yeah, yeah.

Your shoes are untied.

Ooh.

Hey, I've been literally

waiting with bated breath.

How did it go?

Agnes, are you okay?

What happened?

I don't know.

My pants are broken.

And then we started kissing.

And I thought, we're kissing.

I was thinking we were

kissing the whole time,

like in a bad way

where you aren't having

a good time,

and it's just like

someone's mouth.

And then I said,

"I don't really think

I'm ready to be kissing.

I just got out of a thing."

Which is something I made up.

It's okay to lie about that.

And then he said,

"That's okay.

We can just sit on

the couch and watch a movie."

So he started

playing something.

It was animated,

which I thought was weird.

But then I remembered

he has a kid,

so that made it less weird.

Then he started putting

his hand on my pants,

and I was kinda

moving it away.

But he kept moving it

back to my pants,

and then he started putting

his hand down my pants, like,

in between the pants

and my underwear.

And I was kinda

squirming my body like--

he was...

his fingers were

really strong and hard,

like, in the bad way.

Like, it was too hard.

Maybe it would've felt good

if I wanted his fingers

to be doing that.

But you didn't want that.

No, I didn't.

And then, I pulled

his hand out because...

it didn't feel good,

and it actually hurt, kinda.

And then I started kissing him

because I thought,

"Well, if we have to be

doing something,

"I'd rather it be kissing

than his fingers down there."

And then I don't remember.

And then at some point,

his hand was back

in my underwear.

But under the underwear now.

And I was trying

to move it away again.

Sounds like you were

trying to move it away a lot.

Yeah. That's what

I kept thinking.

Like, one more time

and he won't move it back

because it's so obvious

I'm moving it away.

But he kept moving it back.

And then--

he was pulling down my pants--

Well, he was trying

to pull them down,

but they have a button.

So he was pulling, pulling.

And I was pulling them

back up.

And then they were

halfway down.

And I felt something go in,

like, in me,

and my spine got cold.

And I reached down

to feel it and--

It was--

It was him-- you know?

And then I jumped up and...

I sat on the side

of the couch.

I don't know how long.

And I looked at his face once,

and it was, like, scared.

- His face was scared?

- Yes.

And then I just got up

kinda slowly,

and I grabbed my boots,

and I drove home,

and now I'm here.

That sounds like...

that.

That is--

that's the thing.

I'm really, really sorry.

I never know if I'm supposed

to get fully naked.

-Like in the gown?

-Yeah.

-Are you naked right now?

-Yes.

Dude, I don't think you're

supposed to be naked.

Hi. You're Agnes?

-Yeah, hi.

-I'm doctor Evans.

You were sexually assaulted?

Uh, yeah.

Do you feel safe now?

Sorry, before--

uh, we do that,

I just want you to know

that I'm fully naked.

-What?

-Under the robe. Is that okay?

Yeah. That's fine.

-Do you mind?

-Yeah, sure.

So, when did this happen?

The thing?

- The as*ault.

- Last night.

Last evening.

Yesterday evening.

-And have you showered?

-I took a bath.

So it's usually best

to go to the emergency room

right after something

like this happens.

Oh, okay.

I will definitely keep that

in mind for the next time.

Well, that's when we would use

a sexual as*ault

forensic evidence kit.

Oh, okay. I feel

like you just need to...

tonally shift away

from the tone

you're taking right now.

Like, we just need

a tonal shift.

Just wanna make sure

he didn't give me anything,

like, vaginally or yeah.

Did your attacker

ej*cul*te in you?

Um, well, I wouldn't

call him my attacker.

It wasn't like, bah!

But you were r*ped.

-Whoa.

-Yeah.

And well put.

I know this is hard

to talk about.

It doesn't feel

that you know that.

These questions are protocol.

Yeah, you're asking

them in a really freaky way.

Calm down, ma'am.

-Oh, she's calm.

-I'm calm.

You can finish your questions.

Did he ej*cul*te in you?

Horrible word.

No, the actual him being

inside me part

wasn't that long,

it was like--

-that long.

-Okay.

So, we'll do a blood test

to check you for pregnancy

and sexually transmitted

infections,

and then we'll do

a cervix culture.

- Yum.

- Excuse me?

She said yum.

I'll be right back,

and we can get started.

-Agnes?

-Mhmm.

He's leaving.

Who?

Decker's transferring.

He got a job in New York.

Upstate.

He's leaving.

f*ck.

What the f*ck?

Is this good?

No.

Maybe. I don't know.

Did he say anything

about this?

No.

And yesterday his desk

was, like, really cluttered.

Like he wasn't

packed or anything.

So he's running.

f*ck.

-Hi, I'm--

-Agnes.

Hi, I'm Elizabeth.

This is Claire.

-Hi, Agnes. I'm Claire.

-Hi.

Do you mind coming

back with us?

Sure.

We are so sorry to hear

this happened to you.

We are taking this

really seriously.

Are you gonna do anything?

We would

begin an investigation.

But as you may have heard,

he sent in his letter of

resignation yesterday at...

4:18 p.m.

And you reported this today

at 8:42 am.

Okay.

Unfortunately, he's no longer

under our employ.

So we can't take the measures

that we would normally take

such as suspending him

or letting him go or--

things of that nature.

These things are really hard,

and the University

is unfortunately unable

to take any kind

of responsibility.

But he was my advisor.

Former advisor.

You have the option

of going to the police station

and reporting this

and issuing an arrest warrant.

We know what

you're going through.

We are women.

What?

We are women.

Hi.

Hi.

You're my neighbor, right?

Yeah, I live here.

What's your name?

Oh, uh, Gavin.

Gavin, nice to meet you.

-You too.

-I'm Agnes.

Lamb of God.

-What?

-That's nothing.

It's all good,

I'm just, uh--

Um...

What are you up to

this fine evening?

Oh, I was wondering,

do you have,

like, stuff that makes a fire?

Oh, um...

-Matches?

-No, like a liquid.

-Is that a thing?

-Oh, yes.

-Lighter fluid.

-Yes. Do you have that?

Yes.

Why do you need it?

Um, my friends and I,

we're gonna make,

like, hot dogs.

Oh, hot dog sounds good.

Oh, I'm sorry, we only

bought two hot dogs.

Oh, no,

that's no problem, I'm--

I have dinner plans

with my mom.

That's not true.

I'm sorry, I just wanted

to close myself off

from the possibility

of being rejected.

That's no problem.

-I'll get the lighter fluid.

-Okay.

Do you wanna come

inside while I look?

Uh, no, sorry.

Can I wait outside?

Yeah. Don't worry about it.

Um, I'll be back soon.

This should do the trick.

Great, thanks.

And so do I just pour this

on the thing

I want to be on fire?

On the barbecue?

-Yes.

-Uh, yeah,

don't put too much

of it on there.

Okay.

Do you-- do you want my help?

No.

Thank you...

-Gavin.

-Gavin.

Yes. Thank you,

definitely, Gavin.

Uh, don't you live over there?

Ha! Yup, I... yup, definitely.

Oops.

Why do you have that?

I got it from the neighbor.

Why?

It's definitely not, like,

a good or normal

train of thought.

Okay.

I think I was gonna light

Decker's office on fire.

Okay...

Do you still wanna do it?

I don't know.

I will do it.

That's really nice.

-But no.

-No, seriously.

If you need someone

to burn his office down,

but you don't wanna

do it yourself,

I will do it.

No, I don't even

want him to die.

I do.

I don't want him to die.

Well, if you change

your mind...

Thanks.

Maybe we could burn

something smaller,

like his hair or his pens

or something.

I'll think about that.

Okay.

I have

to make hot dogs.

Oh, why?

I told the neighbor,

it's like this whole big lie.

I'm stuck in a lie.

Okay. I will do it.

-I'm sorry.

-No, it's fine.

I was gonna, like, k*ll a man,

so this is much easier.

Do we have hot dogs?

I don't know.

Hi.

Okay. I'm going to get coffee.

Do you want me

to pick you up?

Well, f*ck.

This is really nice.

I guess um...

Yup. I love you.

You wanna come get coffee?

Salmon.

All right, you're picky,

an excellent quality.

Tuna.

Maybe you're just

smelling the can.

There's tuna inside.

All right, one of each.

Hey.

Is this all for you today?

Yes, thank you.

Did you bring a cat

into the grocery store?

No.

Yes, you did.

What did you say?

You're lying.

No, I'm not.

Here's your cat food.

We ran out of coffee.

I got some.

I got a cat.

Whatever you need.

Thank you for being here

and completing your summons.

For those of you

who haven't done this

and don't know what to expect,

please come up

and get a questionnaire.

Fill it out

and return it to us completed.

We have little pencils

if you need a little pencil.

The following jurors

are dismissed.

Juror one, three, five,

seven, eight,

30, 32,

39, 25,

42, 43,

49, 59.

You are dismissed.

Thank you.

You can go.

And do you think,

Mrs. Fuller,

based on that definition,

you understand the meaning

of beyond a reasonable doubt?

Yes.

That to be convinced beyond

a shadow of a doubt,

you must have been there

and seen the crime

with your own eyes?

Yes. I understand.

And do

the rest of you feel

you can apply that idea,

beyond a reasonable doubt,

- to this case?

- Mhmm.

How many of you

have children?

Uh, Mr. Woguard.

You have a child?

Uh, yes.

Soph just turned four.

Say you and your daughter

were at the park

and she's playing

on the monkey bars.

And you turned your back

for a few minutes,

and then she runs over

to you with a broken arm.

What would you think happened?

She fell off

the monkey bars

and broke her arm.

Yes,

so that's an example

of circumstantial evidence.

That's what you can

reasonably infer

based on the facts

that you have.

Does this make sense,

Mr. Woguard?

Yes.

And if instead another

child ran over to you

and told you he saw her

fall off the monkey bars,

that's direct testimony

because someone witnessed it.

Does everybody understand

that difference,

between

circumstantial evidence

and direct testimony?

Mhmm.

Without direct testimony,

we cannot be

positively certain

a crime has been committed.

As the prosecution,

I must prove

the defendant's guilt

beyond a reasonable doubt.

Meaning, that there is no

other reasonable explanation

that can come from

evidence presented.

If any of you have

been victims of a crime,

please raise your hand.

Uh, Mr. Faber,

what was the crime?

Uh, I was robbed.

At gunpoint.

Do you have

any reason to believe

that experience would make you

unable to serve

as an impartial juror

on this trial?

No.

Miss Ward.

What?

When I asked who has been

a victim of a crime,

did you raise your hand?

No, I realized

I shouldn't share it.

So...

You're unable

to share the crime?

Um...

It is frankly

my worst nightmare

to have to tell this

whole room of strangers

about the thing

that happened to me.

So--

that is the reasoning

as to why I did not decide

to continue having

my hand raised.

Thank you.

Do you think the crime

would make you unable to serve

as an impartial juror

on this case?

That is a good question,

and one I've been

thinking about.

Have you come

to any conclusions?

You know,

I think I would be better

not being on the jury

and instead would do better

fulfilling a different

civic role.

And what kind of civic role

do you have in mind?

So,

thank you for asking.

I am actually a professor,

part-time,

hopefully soon full-time,

which, teaching

is important work.

I think teaching is important.

Some would say that a teacher

makes an ideal juror.

Absolutely not, no.

On your questionnaire,

you wrote--

Oh, no, no.

I did not know that we would

be reading those aloud, so.

"How would your friends

describe you?"

"Smart."

Crossed out,

then the word "tall."

If the crime you were

a victim of makes you biased,

we will dismiss you.

Can I get in trouble

for telling you?

Why would you get in trouble

if you were the victim?

I don't know.

The law makes

no sense in my opinion.

I...

I haven't said it out

loud actually before.

Well, that's okay.

Did you go to the police?

No.

All I had was a button,

and I don't want him

to go to jail.

Why is that?

He has a kid.

I want him to stop being

someone who does that.

And if he went to jail,

he'd just be someone who

does that, who's now in jail.

Your honor,

may I approach the bench?

Agnes Ward, you are excused.

I'm sorry.

Clerk, you may call

the next juror.

Okay. We'll now call up...

Rex Haberman.

Rex?

Oh, my God.

Did you have a good time?

What?

Did you like the sex

we just had?

Mhmm.

Okay.

Good.

Thank you.

Thank you.

Agnes, we've gotten

incredibly positive feedback

from the students

in your discussion section

about your part-time

contribution

to this university.

From current faculty,

former faculty,

it's just all glowing.

-Former faculty?

-Yes.

You've been called,

let's see,

helpful,

supportive,

extraordinary.

We know there's been

talk about the open spot here

since Preston left,

we haven't--

well, we wanted to find

the right fit for the program.

And we are thrilled

to finally offer you

a full-time teaching

position here at Fairport.

Really?

Yes, yes.

The department

voted unanimously.

Wow. I accept.

Terrific.

You'll teach

our introductory course,

"The Twentieth Century Novel,"

which you've led a few times,

and you'll also create

your own elective.

We would love

for you to consider

teaching a class on the art

of the short story

since we all read your thesis

and frankly found

that fascinating.

Okay.

Or if there's another course

you'd rather teach, though.

No, no, it's just I--

I haven't looked at my thesis

since I published it,

but I will.

I can--

I can look through it,

and I will create a syllabus

for you to look at.

Wonderful.

We're thrilled to have you.

Thank you.

Agnes, I have

to tell you something.

I am in love.

- What?

- Yeah!

And like,

super, super g*y.

Like, gayer than we thought.

Oh, wow.

Oh, my God.

With that person?

- Yeah. Fran.

- Okay.

- Yeah.

- Wow.

Wow. Okay, are you so happy

-being g*y and in love?

-Oh, I'm like really,

really happy

being g*y and in love.

Oh, my God,

you have to meet them!

Yeah, I totally do.

I do.

You-- Oh, Lydie,

you deserve to be in love

all the time forever.

Thank you, babe.

Well, well--

so I got the job.

What?

I got

the full-time position.

Oh, my God!

What? Agnes!

Yeah, well,

it's, it's--

not as good as being in love.

Yes it is.

This is amazing.

This is great.

Agnes.

Yeah, no, it's good.

You really, really

earned this, Agnes.

And here

is your office.

Let me know

if you need anything,

if a light bulb goes out,

anything like that.

-Thanks, Sophie.

-Mm.

"And it struck me,

as my automaton knees

went up and down

that I simply

did not know a thing

about my darling's mind

and that quite possibly

behind the awful,

juvenile cliches...

there was in her

a garden and a twilight

and a palace gate,

dim and adorable regions

which happened to be

lucidly and absolutely

forbidden--"

-Professor Ward.

-Yes.

I'm sorry, but I personally

found this book

really disgusting.

Well, Jeremy,

there's a world in which

that's a relief to hear.

How did you find

the writing itself?

Well, that's the thing is I--

I felt pissed off

because I...

really hated

the stuff happening

but I really liked the sort

of stuff he was saying.

-So I was pissed.

-Mmm, okay.

Was anyone else feeling

that way

caught between the form,

the presentation itself,

and the content

of that presentation?

Uh, professor...

that lady is back

looking through

the little window thing.

She is persistent.

Much like Humbert's desire

to freeze Lolita in time.

-Nice.

-Okay. Let's read.

"For I often noticed

that living as we did,

she and I,

in a world of total evil--"

-So...

-Hi.

Lydie got engaged.

Yeah.

When's the wedding?

It's in the summer.

-Do you like Fran?

-Oh, yeah. Fran is nice.

Reserved, kind of.

Really tall.

What's happening?

So you got the job.

Yes.

I wanted the job.

Okay.

-Do you feel bad at all?

-Yes.

But, for other reasons,

not because of this.

Okay, well, um--

just because things

come easy to you

doesn't mean that you

get to take things from people

who things don't come easy to.

Things don't come

easy to me.

Yes they do.

Everyone likes you.

-You're smart, you're hot.

-Thank you.

Ew, not like that.

Logan likes you,

Devin likes you.

Lydie likes you.

Decker likes you.

Well, you don't like me.

That's true.

That's true.

You know,

when I think about it,

I think Decker

actually hated me.

You were his chosen one.

That's a completely

insane thing to say.

No.

Because when you like

someone or, like,

when you respect someone,

there are some ways

people treat you

that are one way.

Respectful, and like,

you're a person

who lives and breathes

and thinks for themself.

And then some ways people

treat you are not that way,

and they're bad.

All right. Well, um,

I f*cked him--

and, uh, he didn't

even take the time

to give me in-person notes

on my thesis. So...

You f*cked him?

Yeah.

Did you want that?

Want what?

Was it on purpose?

Yes, it was on purpose.

We had, like, five minute sex.

It was just okay.

I've had better.

We're closed.

You can't park here.

Oh, sh*t. Oh, sh*t.

Look, I'm sorry

I yelled at you.

My kid, Hank, gets these

breathing attacks too,

real bad sometimes.

I know you're scared,

but you're off the road,

you're in your car,

and you're okay.

I'm gonna breathe

and you breathe with me.

Okay? You just follow.

All right? You ready? In...

Out... two, three, four, five.

In...

Out... two, three, four, five.

In...

Out... two, three, four, five.

In... two, three.

Out...

Two, three, four, five.

I gotta be honest,

I don't really

breathe like that,

but it feels good.

You doing okay?

Good for you.

You want a sandwich?

I wanted to put tables

out here

so, people, you know,

wouldn't sit on the ground.

It's a good sandwich.

You shouldn't eat

a good sandwich

while you're sitting

on the ground

where the pigeons sh*t.

Whatever.

But they said, you share a--

a parking lot

with the guys at the dump.

So you gotta ask

the guys at the dump.

No f*cking way I'm asking

the guys at the dump!

f*cking assholes.

This is good.

Yeah, of course it's good.

You don't have

a sandwich shop,

you don't make

a good sandwich.

Spicy.

Calabrian chili,

very expensive.

Agnes.

Huh?

-Agnes?

-Yeah.

-Ugh.

-Whoa,

you sound like the mean guys

from the dump.

Hey! I res-- I resent that.

Those guys are assholes.

I'm honest, not an as*h*le.

You have a son?

He's an as*h*le.

Hank.

-Hank is--

-Ugh...

You don't have to tell me.

Sounds too much

like the word honk.

-You have kids?

-No.

Want some?

Uh... Well, I can't really

imagine myself old.

You think I imagined

myself like this?

No, believe it or not,

I did not think I would end up

looking like a yam

with a mouth on it.

But here we are.

It'll happen to you.

You won't know what hit you.

Something pretty bad

happened to me,

so that's probably why

I'm acting weird.

How bad?

Um...

I guess really bad.

You don't know it's bad?

No, I know it's bad.

But mainly because whenever

I tell anyone about it,

they look really scared

for me.

Except for my friend,

but she moved away.

And then sometimes I feel

bad when I think about it,

because...

I remember moments of it,

and I can feel in my body

that it was really bad.

But then sometimes

I don't think about it,

which is weird.

And I feel guilty when

I don't think about it.

Did it just happen?

Is that why you were

huffing and puffing?

No, it was three--

a little over three years ago.

Well, that's not

that much time.

I mean, it's a lot of time,

but it's not that

much time, too.

Yeah.

Are you...

okay in your house?

I have a cat.

Okay.

Olga, what the f*ck?

Olga, go to bed.

Ugh, Olga,

did you sh*t in my bed?

Oh! Olga, what the f*ck?

Oh, my God.

Oh, if you wanted to k*ll it,

you should have

just k*lled it!

Okay. I'm coming back.

I'm coming back.

It'll be over soon.

Okay. Okay.

Okay. What do I need?

What am I looking for?

Oh! A bag, a bag!

I got a bag!

I'm coming back!

I'm back, I'm back,

I'm so sorry.

Are you okay?

No, no you're not,

you're dying.

Get in the bag.

Just go in the bag.

I'm sorry.

I'm so sorry.

Oh, God.

Gavin!

Gavin!

Gavin!

Agnes, are you okay?

Agnes? What--

Are you okay?

Will you come f*ck me?

Yes.

Wait, wait. I need shoes.

I um-- I do need shoes.

One second.

Oh, hey.

Can I pee?

Oh, yeah. Definitely.

Can I get in?

Oh, in the bath?

Yeah.

Uh, sure.

I'm just gonna

turn around here.

Don't mind me.

You don't have to hide it.

It's small right now.

Men are so weird.

Thank you.

Oh, that's nice.

It's a good temperature.

Thank you.

I'm embarrassed that

I was hiding my d*ck.

That's okay.

I put my hair over my boobs.

So true.

I'm sorry the bathtub

is so small.

This bathtub?

No, it's good.

What if I sat behind you?

-Why?

-So, uh...

it could be like a hug.

Okay.

-Yeah?

-Yeah.

Oh, wait. Can I look at it?

At my d*ck?

Yeah.

Hmm...

I've never seen one

that soft.

Okay, I think that

just gave me nightmares

for the next decade.

No, I mean, you just never

get to see them like that.

They're better like this.

Hmm...

Okay, I'm done.

Mm.

Mm.

Do you think you want

the stuff that everyone has?

What do you mean?

Like, uh,

family or whatever.

I don't know.

Do you want that stuff?

With you?

No.

No, I mean,

it was your question.

Yeah. I want that stuff.

Nice.

Do you?

Well...

You know, probably just

to keep Lydie closer...

but I don't see it.

See it where?

Like, in my head.

I don't see myself getting

older or having kids.

I don't see myself.

I think you'd be a great mom.

Why?

You're very nice.

I'm not that nice.

People always say

they don't want a kid,

but then things change.

What we want and stuff--

I think it changes.

It's too cold.

I think it's nice.

Hi! Yay!

Hey, hey, hey.

-I missed you.

-I missed you.

I missed you so much.

Oh, my God.

Is the baby here?

The baby's here.

The baby's here.

-Hi, Agnes.

-Hi, Fran.

Fran.

-Yes?

-Remember?

Oh, Oh!

Yeah.

Big day!

Definitely.

All right, sweetie...

So, you're glad you came?

I'm so, so, so, so glad.

And now I know

what an exploding vag*na

looks like.

Mhmm.

-So be honest.

-Mhmm.

Do you like her?

-My baby?

-Yeah.

Yeah.

-I really like my baby.

-Well, that's really good.

And you still like me, right?

Yes, Agnes.

-I love you both.

-Cool.

-Lydie?

-Yeah?

-Babe, will you grab the baby?

-Yeah, of course. One second.

-Hey.

-Hi.

-You need help with the stuff?

-No, no, no.

-Okay.

-Hi.

Muah.

-Hi.

-Hi.

Look at this.

Oh, let me grab one.

No, I love holding them.

So, are you-- oh, yes.

Hi. Wow.

She has much more

of a face.

Mhmm.

Little freaky

baby Janie.

Oh, not Janie.

Just doing Jane.

Hi, nice to see you again.

Oh, oh.

Oh, it's okay.

-Oh, I didn't--

-It's okay.

It happens all the time.

Oh, really, does that happen?

Is it my face?

Hello, is it my face?

Lighthouse day!

Lighthouse day.

Fran. Fran.

Lighthouse day!

Lighthouse day.

Janie, Janie. Lighthouse day!

She actually didn't sleep

- super well, so.

- Oh.

Yeah, we're really, really

f*cking tired.

Yeah, I don't think

she's gonna be in for,

like, a big thing today.

The baby?

Well, she's just a baby,

she could do whatever.

I mean, not really.

But you two go.

I will stay here.

Oh, really? Okay.

I really wanted you

to see it.

Babe, I will see it

at some point. It's okay.

Okay.

No.

No, you two go.

No, no, someone

has to stay with Jane.

I'll do it.

Really?

Oh, Jane is actually

really particular.

I will do it.

Oh, my God.

Agnes, thank you so much.

Fran, we're free! We're free.

The lighthouse

is very romantic.

You two should be

there alone together.

Make another baby

or whatever.

Like,

twenty minutes, that's it.

One question.

What if she kills me?

She's not gonna k*ll you.

Hey...

Don't drop her.

No. I won't drop her.

Okay...

Okay.

Okay.

Thank you.

Here you go.

Thank you.

-Here you go, babe.

-Thank you.

Lydie?

Yeah?

What do I say to her?

Babe, you don't have

to say anything.

Twenty minutes.

Hi.

I'm Agnes.

Pretty weird you're gonna

be a person someday.

No offense, but you

look insane right now.

Skin and just

a small amount of hair.

Don't worry.

It won't be like that

in a little.

Is this okay or...

All right.

I'll put you down.

Oh. I'll pick you back up.

Okay, okay, okay.

You're so sweet looking.

When you grow up,

you can tell me whatever.

Like, if you have a thought

and you're like,

that's a bad thought,

I probably had that

same thought but, like,

ten times worse.

So you can just tell me.

I'll never be scared by that.

If someone does

something bad to you--

If someone says

something scary...

If you wanna k*ll yourself

with like a pencil

or a knife or whatever,

you can just tell me.

I'll never tell you

you're scaring me.

I'll just say, yeah.

I know.

It's just like that sometimes.

Yeah.

I'm sorry

that bad things

are gonna happen to you.

I hope they don't.

If I can ever stop

something from being bad,

let me know.

But sometimes

bad stuff just happens.

That's why I feel bad for you,

in a way.

That you're alive

and you don't know that yet.

But I can still listen

and not be scared.

So that's good.

Or that's something, at least.