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angry wife killed her husband?

- A story you made

up, by the way.

- It's a true story

and it happened here.

- That's okay.

I haven't unpacked the

butcher knives yet.

- Psycho.

- Why did Emma marry that guy?

He's such a jerk.

- Hey, why did you marry me?

I mean, I'm sure

your mother gave you

an extensive list

detailing the reasons

why you shouldn't

marry me and...

- Anne, stop it.

You gotta get these ideas

of her not liking you

out of your head.

She knows I love you.

Because of that,

she loves you.

You just gotta try harder.

- Me?

You want me to try harder?

- Mhm.

- Harold, your mom hates me.

And the reason why we moved

here is because of your mom.

- You picked this house.

You wanted this house.

- Yeah, to get away from her.

I'm sorry, I'm sorry.

I don't want to fight.

This is our first

night in our new house.

Please?

- Okay.

- So our first night in the

new house and all we have is.

- Neil's story.

- Yeah.

- Is is true?

Was somebody actually

killed in this house?

In this bed?

- No.

No.

I even checked the

public service records.

There's nothing.

It's just a story.

Okay?

- Okay.

- Okay.

- Okay.

- I'm just really sick

of you making my friends

feel so uncomfortable.

- Babe, it was just a joke.

- Well, it was a bad joke.

- Well, whatever,

why would I care?

- You know, if

you need anything.

- I know, you're

just a few minutes away.

- Yeah, well when we

get back from Maui.

Well, thank you.

- Oh, no problem.

- God, it's about freakin' time.

- I have to get to the office.

The commute, it's gonna

be a long day, long night.

- Okay.

- I'll miss you.

- I'll miss you too.

I love you.

- Love you too.

- Oh, sh*t.

Hello?

Is someone downstairs?

No, no, no, no.

Please no, no, no, no.

It's all in your head.

It's all in your head.

It's all in your head.

We talked about this.

- Babe, we got the house,

we're out of the city.

It'd just be a really

good spot to raise a kid.

- Harold, not yet.

Please.

- I don't get it.

I mean, it's not like

you have a career.

- I don't have a career?

Harold, your car?

The last calendar shoot

paid for your car.

And the down payment

on this house.

- I'm sorry.

I misspoke.

I didn't mean to say

it like that I just,

you don't have a typical job.

You don't have to go to an

office from nine to five

and you don't have a commute.

You're just at

the house all day.

And I just really,

really, really want kids.

- So do I.

Did you speak to your mom?

- No, why?

- Don't lie to me.

She spoke to you

again, didn't she?

- Anne, it's not crazy.

She wants grandkids.

And with last year's scare.

- Scare?

- She was in the hospital, Anne.

- Yeah, she was in the hospital

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