We're a family.
Me, a boy,
and his mom, who is usually great,
but occasionally murders people with her bare hands.
What could go wrong?
Don't get me wrong.
This isn't some German fairy tale
where a witch keeps me locked up
till it's time to eat me.
Love is nice,
giving.
I wolf you.
I fell in love with a certain version of her.
We…
both…
have done bad things.
I wanted to move here so that we could start new,
be safe,
and never have to do anything bad ever again.
We get to choose.
We get to choose. We are safe now.
We're together.
I promise, no more.
No more bad things.
So what brings you in?
We had a fight.
Love, I told you, nothing happened.
If anything, she came on to me.
You kept a box, Joe.
I know what that means.
I know you.
Why don't you love me anymore?
You know why, you just won't say it.
I don't know what you're talking about.
You had a fucking hook to my throat.
And then, I said I was pregnant,
and then, we just
went on and pretended like it didn't happen.
No, no! No, we didn't! No, we didn't.
Is there something else you're not telling me?
OK. He… He kissed me.
-He kissed you? -Yeah.
It was before he left for school.
I mean, obviously, I shut it down.
-That's shutting it down? -Don't yell at me.
You have been sneaking around.
Sneaking around? That's crazy.
You made me feel
like there's something wrong with me,
and I've done everything you asked
when you've been lying to me this whole time.
Right now, my game is being a good husband.
No, no.
No, the best husband,
so Love doesn't get suspicious
about what's really going on:
that I can't stop thinking about you,
Marienne.
My wife needs to feel like mildly transgressing
with that idiot rich kid did the trick.
She's not a boring, tired suburban mom.
She's fun, wild,
still the Love Quinn who flirts with strangers
in the produce section.
What, you act like I… I'm not all in.
I am right here.
All I do is worry about you.
I don't need you to worry about me.
I need your heart.
-Henry needs your heart. -Leave Henry out of this.
I can't, Joe.
Unlike you, I have to be his mother,
24-7,
in addition to running a fucking business,
keeping this house together, dragging you to therapy,
trying to be my sexiest self
so you don't get bored and find another Natalie.
Can you please lower your voice?
Why? You hate hearing the truth?
Our marriage is completely one-sided.
That is absurd.
You made me kill her.
In addition to being mother of the fucking year,
I had to run interference
on one of your fucking patterns.
-I killed Natalie for you! -Shut up!
Did you ever actually love me?
From the moment I saw you.
You know this. I would do--
I know that you cheated on me.
-And you lied. -Okay. Can… Can we?
You made me feel like you really saw me.
Yeah, he's just a kid
who you were having an affair with.
We can do this if you are willing to admit,
you have not been perfectly happy either.
We have both
made mistakes.
I tried, and I know that you have been trying too,
but it didn't work.
And now, we can be honest
about that
and deal with this like two adults.
Meaning what?
Meaning we don't have to do anything impulsive.
What does that mean?
James.
James, what you did to him…
I did.
I did kill him, but I didn't mean to.
It was my first time using it, and…
the dosage was too high when ingested.
This time, I'm letting it absorb through the skin.
None of this would be happening
if you hadn't grabbed a weapon.
No one will ever love you like I do, Joe.
But that…
that little voice in the back of my head
that I've been suppressing this whole fucking time,
it was right.
I'm not the problem.
My husband is the problem.
Aconite, when injected directly, burns
as it moves through the system to the heart.
Think less slow paralysis,
more total fucking agony.
I'm sorry it had to come to this.
Did you really think
that I wouldn't start to wonder…
what you were growing in the garden?
Wolfsbane, a paralytic.
-No. -It's slows the heart.
So, I Googled antidotes.
Turns out, I needed biohacking. Adrenaline.
And who doesn't have that around here, right?
A little voice in my head told me to take it…
before you played your hand.
Joe…
You did this to yourself.
And the hardest part was making the dose,
because I couldn't lie to myself.
It had to be enough.
I had to finally stop you.
We're perfect for each other…
but bad…
for Henry.
He'll know
what you are.