taking me out to breakfast?
i saw them on the kitchen want me to make coffee?
then i don't know.  he's already half an hour late.
want the coffee?
falls back on the pillow, disappointed. it's as if she'd been stood-up. the bed sheet falls half off of her. she's exposed, vulnerable. she looks out the window, occluded by light muslin, away from us and exhales.
where have you been?
he didn't even call her.
she's been in her room all day and won't talk. so "no," she's not okay. and neither am i. if i try to create something like a mood between us you back away. i made a great dinner for us. that was four hours ago. at least get yourself a plate.
out.
it's ready.
enters, sees hanna.
oh. meet vincent.
don't you even get angry?
it would have been preferable if you had! you made me do this!
put down the television. you look ridiculous. dr. prince says i'm trying to get your attention. christ! i have to pay someone to figure out my life with you.
why's it my job to figure it all out and explain it to you?
and what do you do?
how admirable: proletarian candor.
except you don't say a damned thing. you neglect me. you don't call. i can worry about you or not. so i withdraw. you don't notice. you're walking through our life chloroformed, vincent. wake up. it's almost over.
one arm locked around hanna - trying to see her daughter. then lauren goes wild again and hanna tightens.
watching hanna, heard the conversation.
will things change between us?
you have to go to work, don't you?
be careful, vincent. be very careful.  let's keep on trying?