- Everything looks so beautiful from up here.
- I'll say.
- I've been thinking about you all week.
I can't get you out of my mind.
- I've been thinking about you, too.
- God, you're amazing.
You know that?
What's wrong?
- It's just you deserve more than this.
- This moment right here, this is all I need.
- Tom. -
- I'm sorry. I can't.
- It's okay. It's okay.
Emma, you've gotta talk to me.
- This isn't gonna work.
We can't do this anymore.
- Listen...
I know this is not how we expected things to go.
But I really care about you.
You can't say you don't feel the same way about me.
- How I feel doesn't matter.
- Emma.
Emma, wait. Just meet with me tomorrow.
I don't want this to be the last time I see you.
- We can't. - Why?
- Because it's my anniversary.
I'm sorry. It's over.
- Mark Webster's office, please hold.
Happy anniversary, Mrs. Webster.
- Oh, they're beautiful. Thank you.
- Thanks for waiting. How can I help you?
No, I've already stated that we have no comment.
- Stop it!
- Thanks, Selena.
Hello, pumpkin.
I thought you were gonna wear the red dress.
You know that's my favorite.
- I know. I just thought that maybe we could
try something a little different.
- It's okay.
There's still time to stop by the apartment and change.
What's that?
- Nothing.
- Emma, you know that's only going to trigger your anxiety.
- I'm sorry.
What are you doing with my file?
- They're revoking his parole.
- Don't you wish you were still putting guys like that in jail
instead of keeping them out?
- I don't miss living out of a shoebox in Birmingham
wearing cheap suits,
and I don't miss doing everyone else's dirty work.
Up here everyone else does the dirty work for me.
Do you know what I do miss, though?
I miss that carefree girl.
One of the few photos I have of you
in front of the camera.
What was she thinking?
- I don't remember.
- Oh, sir.
Pardon me.
- You've met my wife, haven't you?
I don't think so.
- Emma, this is Tom Gorman.
- We met at the Christmas party last year, actually.
- That's right. You auctioned off some of your photographs
you took for charity.
They were stunning. - No, no.
You both know it wasn't the Christmas party.
It was the holiday party,
lest we offend the PC police.
Much on for the weekend?
- Just paperwork, somebody's gotta keep the--
- Emma, darling.
- Yes?
- I drove. - Right.
- Nice to meet you again.
Monday.
- Now, that was delicious.
- Would you like some dessert?
- I'm fine. Thank you. - How is the gateau a la creme?
- It's to die for. - Perfect.
We'll take two.
- Of course.
- I thought we weren't doing gifts.
- I wanted to surprise you tonight.
They say diamonds are a girl's best friend,
but 11 years apparently makes it our steel anniversary,
so I had this specially made.
- It's beautiful.
Thank you.
- Try it on. - Oh, my gosh!
- Yay!
- That was you not so long ago.
Hey.
You still with us?
- Yeah.
- I thought we weren't doing gifts.
Super Bowl?
- Fifty yard line, you did always say
that you wanted to go, and I thought
that maybe this year the Steelers would be in it.
- Not a chance.
They suck this year.
They're, like, 4-12.
Let me.
Happy anniversary, pumpkin.
- Are you okay? - Yeah, I'm fine.
- I know it is none of my business,
and I know that you feel like you just made
a huge commitment out there,
but I just want you to understand
that nothing is set in stone.
- Yeah, you're right. It's none of your business.
- No, I-- I know, you're right.
I'm sorry.
Congratulations.
Thank you.
- Before we head on home,
there's one final surprise, babe.
Check your pockets.
- Can you please just tell me where we're going?
- No.
We're almost there, I promise.
- You've been saying that for an hour.
- Yeah, but this time I mean it.
Just try and have some fun, would you? Come on.
- Being blindfolded for over an hour
really isn't my idea of fun.
- It was when we first got married.
- I'm not--I'm not doing this.
I can't do it. I feel carsick.
I'm taking it off. I don't--
- Stop.
You're gonna ruin the surprise.
- Mark, I really don't know
what kind of weird game you're playing,
but I don't want to fool around.
Mark.
Mark, where are we going?
The lake house?
- Surprise. I had them prepare it for us today.
- It's so strange in the winter.
- We have a lot of happy memories here.
I thought maybe we can rekindle some of them.
- 75, 76,
77, 78, 79--
Fuck it.
- "I love you with all my heart.
Till death do us part."
-
and heat and ground
- Took you long enough.
You know, it's really not fair.
- What?
- That you just get more beautiful as you get older.
- Well, I started out very ugly.
- Mm.
- Emma, I know
that things have been bad between us,
been bad for a while,
and I'm sorry.
You've been through so much,
and I haven't been a good husband.
I know one stupid anniversary surprise
isn't gonna fix everything,
but it's a start.
We owe it that much, don't we?
what man receives
my knees are falling
falling leaves?
- Oh, my God. It's freezing.
- Morning, sweetheart.
How are you feeling?
- Hungover.
- Mm.
Did you dream beautiful things?
- Ah--
What the fuck is this?
What is this?
Mark? Mark?
- It's time to wake up.
Oh, shit!
Help!
Please.
Oh.
Ah!
Uh!
Oh.
Ow.
Oh, come on. Come on.
Please help me, please, please.
Yes!
No, no. No, no, no, no, no.
No, no, no, no, no, no, no, no! Fuck!
Keys. Fuck yes!
Oh.
Thought you would be lighter without all that blood.
Oh. Okay. Oh, come on.
Come on, come on, come on.
Yes!
No, no, no, no, no, no, no.
Fuck.
Oh, motherfucker.
Why? -
- Our wedding tune. -
- Remember? -
I have to admit. I'm impressed you made it this far.
You should have knelt at my feet
after everything I did for you.
When I met you, you were nothing--
a failed photographer with no money, no hope.
My only regret is not being there
to see the look on your face right now.
I don't want to give you the satisfaction of thinking
I put a bullet in my head
because of your disobedience,
but I was being called away,
and I couldn't just sit back and watch you live
happily ever after, with him.
Happy anniversary, pumpkin.
some people say
- No.
No, fuck.
Ah.
Ohh!
No!
Okay. Okay.
Fuck.
You can do this.
I can do this.
Ah!
You fucking hypocrite!
How many fucking times did I wash lipstick and glitter
off of your fucking shirts?
I was dragging around that lifeless corpse of yours
long before you put a bullet in that deranged head of yours.
You just didn't know it yet.
Ahh.
- I'm gonna cut myself free of you,
if it's the last thing I do.
Oh.
Ow.
- It's 11:26 a.m. July 2nd.
I'm the assistant district attorney,
and we'll be personally overseeing your case.
I know you're weak and tired, but we need you
to tell us everything about the attack last night.
- He came out of the shadows, and he--
he ripped the camera out of my hands.
I made a--a run for it.
I tried to run, and then that's when I felt, um...
the--the knife.
I-I went to scream for help but--
- It's okay.
The detective mentioned you mutilated your attacker.
- My keys--um, I had--
I had my keys clenched in my fist, and--
-
- That's the last thing that I remember.
- Hey, you're safe now. You're safe.
I promise. We've apprehended--
Fuck!