I thought this was-- was a spa. [chuckles]
It is a cleansing of the mind.
This retreat was supposed to be an opportunity for my mother and me
to work through some of the lingering issues in our relationship.
I can never win with her.
- I can't just sit at the bar all night. - No, you can't.
[Imogen] I have a strange feeling you might actually like me.
I'd say that was accurate.
Peter, where is your father?
He's been delayed, actually.
I'm really glad you're here.
The billionaire. What's so important about him?
[Tina] At first, it was like I could hear the music,
I just couldn't make it come out of my hands.
[Wolfie] You have blocks. This could help.
You want me to play the piano so bad,
- that you brought me to a cult? - Cheers.
[whispering] This better be fucking worth it.
[ ♪ eerie piano music playing]
[people chattering]
[whispering] She actually has webbed fingers,
which is why she can play so fast.
[Martin] Are you ready?
Always remember, a fool and their luggage are easily parted.
And, lights in three, two, one.
[stage lights click]
[♪ eerie music continues]
[spotlight clacking]
Agnes. Brian.
- [exhales sharply] - [audience murmuring]
What the fuck am I...
- [electricity buzzing] - Ah!
Wolfie! Wolfie, what are we playing?
No, I don't know what we're playing.
[ ♪ uneasy piano music playing]
[exhales sharply]
[♪ classic piano and violin duet playing]
[♪ music distorting]
[♪ music stops]
- Ooh. - [audience murmuring]
[laughing]
- [ ♪ piano music playing, stops] - [audience laughing]
- [piano lid slamming] - [Tina screaming]
[slamming and screaming continue]
[Wolfie continues laughing]
[slamming and screaming continue]
[gasping]
- What the fuck? What the... - [Wolfie] It's okay. [shushing]
- I'm right here. - Oh, my God.
- What are you doing? - It-- it's just a cold compress.
[sighing] Oh, my God.
- Why? - You were hot, baby.
I was just trying to cool you down. I thought maybe you had a fever.
I was sleeping.
You were moaning. I was worried about you.
Yeah, I was having a nightmare. I was having a very on-the-nose nightmare.
[sighs deeply]
- [sighs] - Do you wanna talk about it?
Uh-uh, no.
Was I in it?
[exhales sharply]
Yes, Wolfie, you were in it. You're always...
You're there when I'm asleep, you're there when I wake up.
You're always there.
We're a couple.
I'm right where I'm supposed to be.
[people chattering indistinctly]
- [piano keys crashing] - Wh...
What the fuck is that?
[chatter continues]
What the fuck?
What's-- what's what?
Oh, shit.
[ ♪ dramatic music playing]
[people continue chattering]
[Martin speaking German]
Guten Morgen!
You've gotta be kidding me.
[Wolfie] It's a big place. Maybe it's a wedding.
Maybe it's a chamber concert series or something.
I had nothing to do with this!
- [banging] - [breathing heavily]
I had nothing to do with this.
[♪ curious music playing]
Good morning, David. Did you sleep well?
I did. Very well, thank you.
Once I got over your little ritual humiliation.
I'm glad to see you cleared your morning schedule
- so you could be at breakfast on time. - Of course.
I always rise with the sun, so it's given me
some time to enjoy the facilities.
They're very beautiful. A lot of character.
You'd never know the owner was completely broke.
Broke?
My team really didn't want me coming here,
um, so I had to let them run due diligence on your operation.
Mm-hmm, what did they find?
Well, it's a bit of a black box really, but it seems this place
is owned by a family trust.
And apparently, they were already awash in debt even before you arrived.
And since then, they've taken out a number of high-interest loans,
presumably to fund the stunning renovations.
Mm-hmm.
You've never heard of a company using debt to grow?
Sure. But then, this invite arrived,
out of the blue after all these years.
Feels like a setup.
You might be on the verge of a profound personal insight.
- In what way? - Well, it's sad.
I mean, you feel like everyone wants you for your money,
and that suggests a inherent lack of self-worth.
[chuckles]
- Did you bring me here for my money? - I brought you here to heal, David.
- I don't need to be healed, Masha. - Mm.
The only one of us that needs something from the other here, is you.
We'll see.
[clicking tongue] Anyway.
If you'll excuse me, I think I should get to breakfast.
I was, I was connecting with my late daughter
and it was extremely transformative.
[Masha] Good morning.
- Hi. - You seem a little off-kilter.
- Hi. I'm just... - Are you taking the medication yourself?
[scoffs] I've never taken a drug, and I never will.
You don't know what you're missing out on, Martin.
Tough day yesterday?
[lab machines whirring]
Yeah.
But everyone made it back alive.
I waited for you.
Yes, well, I had a change of plans.
It's nice of you to let me know.
I thought you could manage.
- Masha, you set me up. - Oh, please.
Alright, let's not go through all of this now.
It's a new day.
[Martin] What about this?
No, that needs to be tested first.
What, on whom?
Leave the details to me, Martin.
[floorboards creaking]
[cleaning cloth squeaking]
[ ♪"Bemyself" by Parcels playing]
♪ I know that I can't be a few ♪
♪ I'll be myself, be myself ♪
- ♪ I'm told to be over the moon ♪ - Anyone home?
- Jesus. - Sorry.
♪ Teach myself, teach myself ♪
It's just something I-- I, um, do for l-luck.
You don't need luck, not with your talent.
[Tina sneezing]
I'm sorry.
- [sneezing] - It's okay.
- This... - It's just a dust bunny.
♪ See myself ♪
[ ♪"Bemyself" continues playing]
No, I'm not-- I'm not Bunny, I'm-- I'm Tina.
[Wolfie laughing]
[laughter echoing]
[Wolfie] Okay, so she either spends most of her time alone in the bedroom
or locked in the bathroom.
It's weird, right?
I mean, it's like I'm some sort of, like, a creature or something.
It's like she treats me like I'm a slug, you know,
like, she literally recoils from me.
You know, this tastes a lot less fecal this morning.
Okay, here's an example, yeah. This morning,
I thought that she seemed a little bit feverish, right?
So, I took a nice wet cloth
and I just ran it across her forehead
so that she wouldn't have to wake up in a pool of sweat.
Which I think was-- was quite sweet.
Wait, she was asleep?
- So? - I guess... [sighs]
if I had been trying to communicate to my partner that I wanted space--
Communicating that pretty successfully, actually.
Uh-huh, and then I found them literally looming over me as I slept,
dripping cold water onto my face?
Listen, guys, that's just how it is with us, okay?
Look, I-- I'm not really a relationship kinda guy,
and Agnes obviously is single, so...
Well, actually, I was married.
- To Jesus. - [Brian laughing]
Sorry, it's just not really the same though, is it?
Oh, I don't know. He does make a lot of demands.
Constant devotion, all kinds of rules, and you don't really get much back.
- [Brian sighs] - Sounds pretty much the same.
Oh, my God.
What?
[Brian] Our mysterious missing guest.
- [whispering] Do you know him? - [David] Hello.
Or should I say, guten morgen?
David Sharpe.
Brian.
What are you in for, Brian?
I'm a disgraced puppeteer.
And, uh, this is Wolfie, an overbearing but musical lesbian.
Hm. Hello.
And that's Agnes, a former nun.
- [David] Agnes. - [Agnes] Mm.
- Sister Agnes Romero? - Yeah.
We've met before.
1998, I think it was.
You showed me around your field hospital in Kosovo.
Oh, I-- I'm sorry, I don't remember.
Well, you must have had lots of people like me
looking for a photo opportunity for their donation.
- [Agnes] Mm. - [inhales deeply]
I should probably go and join my son.
But I look forward to getting to know you all.
- Wow. - [Peter] There he is.
[whispering] He doesn't even recognize me.
- [whispering] Do you recognize him? - What, don't you?
That's David Sharpe, the billionaire. He has a whole media empire.
[whispering] Yeah, satellite technology.
You remember Imogen, don't you?
- Hello. - Of course.
His network played that tape of me losing my shit
over and over and over again. Fucking asshole.
Didn't loads of networks do that?
Yeah, but he started it, and then replayed it
with particular glee, and then everyone picked it up after that.
[Peter] Imogen has three graduate degrees.
- Really? - [Peter] Mm-hmm.
Wow. In what?
Psychology, linguistics, and linguistic psychology.
So, um... [clearing throat] psycholinguistics?
Uh, no. Psycholinguistics is the study
of how human psychology allows us to develop and learn language.
Linguistic psychology is-- it's-- that's different.
- Oh, how so? - [Imogen] Well, it's the study
of how our patterns of speech
affect our emotional life. You know?
You know how some people say, "words are violence"?
As opposed to literal violence?
I don't think she means it in-- in that sense.
[Imogen] Oh, no, that is.
- [Peter] Oh, it is? - No, that is what I'm trying to say.
- Yeah. [laughing] - Right, sorry, um...
So, linguistic psychology is the study
of how and why language can sometimes have the same--
same effect on your body as physical assault.
[David] Mm-hmm.
So, I was the first person to-- to start that solo study.
Does that mean you made it up?
- Uh, I pioneered it. - I didn't think they let you do that.
They basically let you do anything you want at NYU.
- [Imogen chuckles] - On that note, uh, cheers.
Cheers.
Yeah, what is this?
Oh, here's someone even later than I was.
[Victoria] Sorry, sorry, we're here. Deepest apologies, everyone.
Matteo and I were engaging in some... [chuckles]
...morning gymnastics, and my back went into a spasm.
[laughing] He had to massage me for a half an hour.
It's my fault, by the way. You know... [clicking tongue]
- Too much bending. - [both laughing]
Oh, I'm sorry. Hello.
- Victoria, this is my father. - [Matteo] Oh.
- David Sharpe. - Oh.
Uh, Victoria's here with her daughter, Imogen,
um, for the same reason that we're here for.
Ah. And how did you break yours?
Oh, darling, let me count the ways. [laughing]
- We try though, don't we? - Some more than others.
Motherhood. It's a thankless gig.
Yes, and being a daughter is just the gift that keeps on giving.
I'm certain that being a parent has its own challenges,
much like being a-- a child, but--
but you did a-- a reasonable job, um, under the circumstances, Dad.
Oh. Thanks, pal.
[sniffing] Oh, oh!
Th-That is, uh... [chuckles] that's quite an earthy bouquet.
Yes. Would anyone like some of mine?
My headache just won't quit.
Mother, the drugs are part of the experience.
Yes, dear, well, maybe tomorrow.
Okay.
I need some air.
Right, um, I should grab some air too.
[David and Victoria laughing]
[David] [on video] I don't need to be healed.
The only one of us that needs something from the other here, is you.
- [video warbling] - Did you bring me here for my money?
[Helena] You're obsessing.
I routinely review footage of all of our guests.
This is a major regression bringing him here.
[Masha scoffs]
You gave me free rein to bring whatever guests I choose.
I'm not your patient anymore.
[Helena] I thought you'd learned something from our time together.
We spent years coming to terms
with your relationship with this man...
eradicating the shadow it caused over your life,
helping you move on from the past.
The only person that gets to move on is him.
[David] [on video] I don't need to be healed.
[Helena] So, he's here to be punished.
Not punishment.
After all these years, it feels like a setup.
A reckoning.
[chairs creaking]
[Imogen] Oh, I don't know how I still get so upset.
She just makes me feel like I'm 12, you know?
[sighs] Look, since getting here,
we've spent pretty much every day together,
which I absolutely love.
Um, but if you wanted to spend more time with your mom,
I would totally be understanding of-- of that.
Oh, how accommodating.
But I like spending time with you.
No, me too. Um...
[clicking tongue] It's just that we both have-- have traveled so far,
um, to spend time with our parents this week,
uh, to kind of figure out whatever it is that we need to figure out.
Um, and I just don't want us
to be some sort of buffer...
or-- or a distraction, um, to the real reason why we're here.
What's that supposed to mean?
Look, I've loved every single day that we've spent together,
um, and I feel as though you articulate your emotions so well
that I've-- I've looked at mine and my dad's relationship,
and I found areas that I really want to improve
and-- and that's where I wanna spend my energy.
[chair creaking]
How much of your energy?
All of-- of my energy.
Ah. Okay.
Well...
[inhales sharply]
Go fuck yourself!
It's not-- it's not-- it's not us, okay?
It's not about us. It's not about you.
I think you're amazing.
- I think you're-- - And I think
that you're a pussy who wants to fuck his dad.
That-- that's very childish.
Where the fuck am I gonna sleep?
[Imogen groaning loudly]
[footsteps crunching]
[ ♪ dramatic music playing]
[birdsong]
[ ♪ gentle music playing]
[laughing]
[exhales sharply]
[laughter echoing]
[ ♪ violin playing]
[ ♪ violin continues]
[neighbor] Shut the fuck up!
It's two in the morning!
Hey, it's art, you Philistine.
[laughing]
[Tina] [voice echoing] Go back to bed.
[Wolfie] So then, I lost my scholarship, which was the very thing
that I'd given up my whole life and moved to New York for.
The company that sponsored me,
they just pulled it like that. [snapping]
One day, the headmaster called us all to his office,
and he sat us down and he was just like,
- "They're pulling the funds." - [Tina scoffs]
"They're putting it in something else."
I think it was something to do with tax laws or some bullshit.
But like, playing violin is your dream-dream, right?
It was, until I watched you.
- Oh, my God. - I could never play like that.
- [Tina] How heartwarming. - [Tina and Wolfie laughing]
I inspired you to give up on your dream.
[ ♪ gentle music playing]
I think I'm just in between dreams right now.
[gentle music continues]
[Brian exhales sharply]
[sighs] Can you see that?
What?
There, look, the clouds.
Drawing pictures in the sky.
[Agnes gasps]
[whispering] Wow.
Do you th-think that you're making progress so far?
[sighs] I was in prison yesterday.
Right. [softly chuckles]
Well, I haven't been arrested yet, today.
I'll take it.
I, uh...
I don't know.
What?
But when I saw that man, David Sharpe,
when I-- when I recognized him...
[sighs] I got really fucking pissed.
- How pissed? - Like, pissed, pissed,
- like fucking outta control. - [scoffs]
- [exhales sharply] - It's only day four, Brian.
Be patient.
[voice distorted] Brian. Sister Agnes.
I would just like to remind you that we shall congregate
in the ballroom at 18 o'clock for our evening exercise.
- Cool. - [normal] Cool.
[chuckles softly] Um...
I also just wanted to thank you again, Sister Agnes,
for yesterday.
Oh. I should be thanking you.
No, I-- I don't deserve your gratitude.
I feel infinitesimally small.
And that's okay, because today's a new day.
Yes. It is.
Well, enjoy your tea.
And it'll be cool. It'll be cool.
[distorted] It'll be cool.
[sighs] I'm going to take a nap.
The sheets here are amazing.
And the mattress, I have never slept on a mattress before.
Okay. Like-- like never? Really?
I believe in you, Brian.
Regression, brought to you by the letter "R."
Oh, fucking Sesame Street.
Stop trolling me.
Maybe you're just hopeless.
[sighs]
Maybe I am.
Maybe you need a hug.
I think I do.
[Brian sighs]
Don't worry, Brian.
I'll never leave you.
[Brian sighs]
Don't you dare.
[ ♪ gentle music playing]
[Jessie Bear moaning]
These drugs are intense.
[wind howling]
[ ♪ gentle music playing]
Wow.
[doors creaking]
[ ♪ strings playing]
[Martin] Everyone, please take a seat.
[ ♪ strings continue]
[harp glissandos]
Hi.
- Hey. - Hi.
How are you feeling?
- I'm fine, I'm fine. - [whispering] I'm so glad you came.
Is it kicking in for you?
Yeah, a bit fuzzy around the edges.
- Not unpleasant. You? - Yeah, um...
[clicking tongue] Not as-- as much as yesterday,
but, um, it's definitely happening.
- System's adjusting. - Yeah, I think so.
I do hope that Masha's taking this session, though,
- because she's meant to be the real deal. - Yeah, that's what I heard.
Yeah.
This guy's a bit of a bellend, to be honest.
[David] Oh.
[ ♪ gentle music playing]
[feet dragging]
- [crunching sound] - [Victoria] Immy.
Immy, come and sit next to me.
No, thank you.
[footsteps shuffling]
[footsteps crunching]
[Brian grunts, chuckles]
Ooh.
- Mm. - Hello, dear.
Oh.
[Agnes gasps]
Has your skin always had this texture?
Oh, fur.
[sniffing] Mm. Mm.
Coarse, but protective.
Like the hide of a polar bear.
- Aggie, Aggie. - Hm?
Let's just take it down a notch, okay? I got fur.
Va-va-va-va, va-va-va-va.
Va-va-va-va-va.
[Matteo] Oh, hey.
Are you okay?
So, I hope you all feel comfortable and well.
Today, we're at the ballr--
- [Masha laughing] - Hm, okay. [chuckles]
- [whispering] I'm sorry. - All good.
Welcome. Welcome to Zauberwald Ballroom.
It's wonderful, no? It's lovely to have you all here.
Many renowned musicians, composers,
conductors came here.
Why? To rediscover inspiration.
That's what we're gonna do.
They would hold musical salons
and perform for each other.
And that's what we're gonna do tonight, we're gonna perform.
We're gonna perform for each other.
Yes! And this is not a test.
It's not a test of virtuosity.
No. It is the complete opposite.
[piano keys banging]
- That's what we're here to do. - [Imogen breathes deeply]
But you will notice that your, uh, morning dosage
was handcrafted to lower your inhibitions just a little bit.
So, we are not here to judge each other.
No. We're not.
We're not here to judge ourselves.
We will just, in all senses of the word, play!
I'm not-- I'm not doing this.
Yes, yes, yes. You're gonna do it.
- You are. - No, I'm not doing it, I'm not.
Of course you are. You're gonna do it.
You will all play and you will remain here until you all do.
And Martin is gonna make sure of it.
He made some mistakes yesterday.
[Martin chuckles]
So what? We all make mistakes.
We're gonna make new ones. Why not?
Make a mistake! It's okay.
Remember, there are no wrong... [sing-song] ♪ Notes! ♪
[all applauding]
Bunny, come with me.
- [moaning] - Just trust me.
[whispering] Let's try.
[ ♪ tense, ominous music playing]
[shuddering breaths]
[♪ musiic fades out]
- What? - She's a child prodigy.
Isn't she a bit old for that?
No, when she, uh-- when she was a child.
When she was a child.
- When-- when she was a child. - That's right.
- Oh. - Yeah.
[knocking head rhythmically]
[chuckles]
[ ♪ violin music playing]
- [Tina whimpers] - [piano lid slamming]
- [Wolfie] Bunny? - [Tina] No.
Hey, Tina.
- Bunny. - Wolfie, no.
- [muttering] - Wait, no, no, no, look at me right now.
Okay, this is right now not about her, this is about you.
This moment is about you.
Take this moment for yourself, okay?
She will be looked after. It's gonna be okay, okay?
- [Wolfie] Okay. - [Martin] Yeah. Great.
Everybody, let's gather around for a moment, please.
So, it's time for the next phase of today's exercise,
which is free exploration.
[ ♪"Time to Dance" by The Shoes playing loudly over speakers]
So, may I invite you to turn your attention away from the mind. Yeah?
And towards your body.
Listen to your body, follow its impulses.
- Have fun. - ♪ Hey brother, get up, check the wings ♪
♪ Do what I do, it's what I feel ♪
♪ Up to the sun, it won't be long ♪
And just let the movements flow wherever they go.
When you feel free, let them go!
And if you wanna throw something out, you throw something out.
If you wanna go really small, you go really small.
And if you wanna laugh, laugh. And if you wanna jitter!
Then... [mumbling] Jitter!
- [music stops abruptly] - [fire crackling]
[sighs]
[sobbing] Fuck!
- [♪ "Time to Dance" continues playing] - [people chattering indistinctly]
- [Wolfie bellows] - ♪ Hey brother, get up, check the wings ♪
- Dance through your toes. - ♪ Do what I do, it's what I feel ♪
- ♪ Up to the sun, it won't be long ♪ - [all shouting]
♪ And now it's time for you to run ♪
♪ And then it's time to dance ♪
[♪ upbeat music continues playing]
- [high-pitched ringing] - [music stops abruptly]
Oh, God.
You know, I've been to every specialist.
Rheumatologists. Fucking shamans.
No one knows why I can't play, and I-I just don't fucking care anymore.
- That's bullshit. You care. - [Tina scoffs]
No, I don't fucking care. She cares.
You know, it's like, even when she's doing nothing,
it's not nothing, it's never nothing.
It's like, "Are you hungry, Bunny?
"Don't eat that, Bunny.
"Here's a new fucking doctor.
Here's a new fucking spiritual fucking healer!"
And you know what? It's not for me. None of it is for me.
It's for her. It's not serving me.
I'm fucking miserable, and I'm so angry!
- At her? - The whole situation.
She's not my girlfriend, she's not--
She's like my caretaker, or my manager, you know,
- or like, she's like-- - Your what?
- Say it. - She's like my mom.
I'm fucking my mom. Fuck.
Oh, fuck.
Why don't you wanna spend time with me?
What are you talking about?
Every time you think we're gonna be alone,
you make sure someone else is there.
- When? - Don't make me give you
a list of whens, please.
[laughter in distance]
How about this?
I will get rid of Matteo for the night.
We'll have the room to ourselves, just you and me.
We'll have a mother-daughter slumber party.
A girls' night in, huh?
Come on. I'll be waiting for you.
- Please? - I don't know.
[♪ music playing faintly, echoing]
[Matteo laughing]
- Just tell her how you feel. - I always tell her how I feel.
No, you don't. Tell her how you really feel.
I do!
No! You don't even see her as a person.
You see her as this idea, and all you can do is look up at her
and give her love, and devotion, and praise, and faith.
Oh, my God, so much faith!
But does she even deserve it? Huh?
- But she needs my help. - Does she?
But what about you?
Jesus Christ, Wolfie, get your shit together.
[chuckles] What about me?
Yeah!
What about me?
[breathing heavily]
[softly] Yeah. Get your fucking shit together.
[exhales sharply]
Hey, baby.
- Are you okay? - [sighs]
Yeah, I'm fine.
[Tina sniffling]
I'll leave you to it.
[door opens and closes]
You know, actually...
it's your fault.
It's your fault I can't play. It's your fault, and it's my mom's fault,
and it's my dad's fault, but it's especially your fault.
You're unbearable!
Okay, you're so obsessed
with getting me back to the way that you want me to be,
that you haven't even taken the time to listen.
I'm listening.
I never wanted to play.
- What? [scoffs] - No one gave a shit.
I was just so good, I had to, I had to play.
And there was no prom, there was no graduation.
There was no friends. I didn't have any.
I didn't have any friends.
You know, I-- I lost my virginity to a piano tuner.
Okay, and all I ever wanted was a choice,
and now, someone's flipped off the switch,
and I have no choice.
I have no choice.
And it's too late for me to be an astronaut
because I fucking suck at science, and I'm scared of heights.
And it's like, I'm just not good at anything.
I'm not good at anything. And who's gonna love me like this?
I mean, are you? Are you gonna love me?
Just please, just please tell me that you're gonna love me
the way I am, please.
I thought that you were passionate about music.
I thought that's what gave meaning to our whole lives together.
I don't need that pressure.
You don't want that fucking pressure?!
I loved that music.
I loved the way it made me feel, and I loved that girl.
That girl, the one who made that magic.
The one who made me feel like I was magic.
And now what? You're just gonna fucking sit here
and tell me that she's gone, right?
What happened, she just died?
She just became some chick who sits around all day
and plays Minecraft and orders me around?
- I thought you liked that girl. - I tolerated her.
I loved the other one.
And if she's really gone forever, I don't know what I'm doing here anymore.
[scoffs]
I think I need to be alone.
[♪ gentle music playing]
- [wind blowing] - [footsteps crunching]
[lighter clicks]
[David] Hmm.
- [Peter] So... - [Imogen] Ugh.
[David and Peter speaking indistinctly]
[gasps] Jesus Christ!
I-- I-I'm so sorry, I didn't mean to scare you.
What-- [scoffs] What is this? What are you doing?
Uh, I plan to sleep under the stars.
- Are you on your way to your mother? - [scoffs] No.
No? But she's waiting for you.
Yeah.
By the way, I'm really happy for you two,
to be together tonight.
[knocking]
Mom.
- [sighs] - [keys jingling]
Mom.
Hello?
Mom.
[clapping] Mom!
[Victoria sighs deeply]
- [whispering] Yeah. - [glass thuds]
[♪ gentle music playing]
[scoffs]
[door opens, closes]
[♪ gentle music continues]
[scoffs]
Oh.
Hi.
Need a-- need a percussionist?
I mean, I think that most intimate relationships are fucked up.
For example, one person holds the power
and then the other person is just constantly...
- Wait. - ...fighting to keep up.
You've been fucking Peter for like four days.
Okay, I've been in evil, lesbian purgatory
for six years.
Uh, I'm talking about my mother.
I've been talking about my mother for the last 10 minutes.
[both laughing]
- Oh, well, oops. - Oops.
- Okay, that's-- that's my bad. - Mm.
Um, but can I ask you something for real, for real?
Yes.
Why do you hate your mom?
I don't hate my mom.
I adore her so much.
But she's never adored me or, uh, even really liked me.
Listen, Imogen, I am truly the last person
that you should talk to about mommy issues.
But, um...
[both sighing]
...you're working on yourself.
You're figuring yourself out.
I think that's pretty cool.
Thank you.
You're welcome.
[♪ mysterious music playing]
[David] I've got some work I need to finish up, it's time sensitive.
Yeah, but you just got here.
I know, I know, but I've just got this one last thing to finish,
and then I'll be available, I promise.
Yeah, but Dad, you said that you'd spend more time when you're here.
We just did. We just had a drink.
We're gonna have plenty of time.
So, I'll see you in the morning.
- Don't do anything I wouldn't do. - [Peter chuckles slightly]
[ ♪ dramatic music playing]
- Mama? - [Masha] Tatiana.
I've been waiting for you.
I thought you didn't want to see me anymore.
I always want to see you. Always.
But tonight is a very special night.
Tonight is the night you're gonna meet your father.
[♪ music intensifies]
[♪ dark, dramatic music playing]