Severance

All set.

-Thanks. - Mm-hmm.

-What do you, uh, got there? -Hmm?

Sorry. What do you... What do you got there?

Uh, themes of religious conversion in Tolstoy's The Death of Ivan Ilyich.

-Oh, my God. Spoiler alert, please. -

What about you?

-Are you reading... -Me? Uh, well... It's...

Oh, yeah, this is a real treat.

"All Quiet on the Western Blunt:

Drug Use by Enlisted Soldiers during World War I."

-No, stop. -No, that's... that's what it is.

Kid's a genius. You should flunk every other child.

-I couldn't agree more. -

I'm sorry. Who are you?

Gemma.

-Uh... All right. -Oh.

Mark.

-Nice to meet you, Mark. -You too.

Gemma, where did you go?

He'll be okay.

There might be some deficits.

Hopefully, nothing long term.

Are you a doctor?

Do we need an ambulance?

C-Can you answer one of my questions, please?

-Do we need an ambulance? -No.

He's gonna sleep for a while.

Okay. How long?

Hard to say.

We'll need some equipment from downstairs. Are you clumsy?

What? Why-Why do you have equipment in Mark's basement?

Your brother's reintegrating.

No, he's not.

-I know that was troubling. -Okay.

I can tell that you're smarter than me,

so forgive me if I say this, like, super plainly,

but if you give one solitary thought to messing with my brother again,

I will throw you off a fucking bridge.

-Devon... -We don't do that again.

-We'll discuss it later. -Nope!

No. It's settled fucking law, lady, okay?

Just accept it.

The end.

It's what he wants.

What he wants is to know whether Gemma's alive or not.

She is.

Please don't mess with me.

She is alive.

You've eaten today, honey?

Yes.

Done your reading?

Fifty pages.

Calisthenics?

Yes.

If you were caught in a mudslide,

would you be more afraid of suffocating or drowning?

Drowning.

How many rooms today?

Six.

Shit.

Ready?

There she is.

Could I please get a break?

Just for a little while.

But it's been six weeks.

I was just here.

I know.

Nobody likes the dentist.

I should have been an accountant like my mom wanted.

Please, have a seat.

- -Excellent.

-Now, let's see how we're doing. -

Open wide, please.

How long was I in there?

Two hours.

Okay.

Oh, bud.

I need you back, m'lady.

Please come back.

- -

-Hey. Oh. Oh, bless you. -Hey.

Excuse me.

-Hi. -Hey.

That was, uh, fun last night.

It was.

I'm sorry. I have a lecture at 3:00 on Hadji Murad

-and my notes are all over the place. -Uh, no, no. That's... It's okay.

-Um, I just... I brought you something. -

Oh. Um...

-It's an ant farm. -

Last night you said you liked ants. So...

I said I liked... I like plants.

Plants.

-I hate ants. -Oh, shit.

-But I... I love farms. -Oh, good.

I'm so fucking behind.

-Aw. I'm not even here. - Oh?

Y-You're not here? Okay.

- -What are you doing?

What are you doing? What are you doing?

Yeah.

-Really? -Well, I mean, you know, it was on sale.

And, um, who's putting it together, Mr. Handyman? You?

I happen to be quite handy.

No, you're not.

-What? How dare you. -Handsy.

Handsy?

Oh, all right. Maybe I am kinda handsy.

-Yeah? -I like it.

Yeah. Well...

This is what I was hoping would come up.

What happened?

It really, truly wasn't that bad.

For you. That's 'cause you can scale walls like a gecko.

This... It was like half a mile of just exposed rock face.

- Boulders. Fine. -It sounds fun.

There were... There were a few boulders.

Boulders? Babe, come on. It was like the death zone of Everest.

-Like Chomolungma. - Mm-hmm.

-Any frozen bodies? - No, I looked.

But I do have photo evidence. Look at them.

-Oh, my God. What's wrong with you? -Look.

-Yeah, Ricken, what is wrong with you? - Yeah.

Hey, I belayed my first couloir in middle school.

-So, I... - What?

Um, what?

-That sounds painful. - We all know what that means.

I'm sorry he said that.

Outdoorsmanship courses through my veins.

- I think it's hot. -I make no apology for it.

Wait, how did you get down?

-I scooted on my ass. - Ooh. Are there photos of that?

No. It was a no-photo zone.

A no-photo death zone.

Exactly. Thank you.

You and I will ramble together someday. The two of us.

-It will be a grand adventure. - Mm-mm.

I feel like we spend a lot of time together.

- Not enough. No, Mark. - Really?

-Are you not drinking? - What are we gonna do there?

Did you know you can purify urine into...

- Oh, fuck right off. -...drinkable water?

Why would I do that?

To experience the beauty and wonder of nature.

But why is it you want to do this so bad?

-Okay. - I want to know you better.

W-Why is it you-you need to have me come with you...

Hey, hon. Do you know where I put the keys?

-Are you okay? Oh, baby. -No.

Ms. Casey.

I'm here to observe Helly R.

Oh. No one told me.

Ms. Cobel's orders. I am to watch her for signs of sadness,

and verbally encourage her to forgo further suicide attempts.

Are the severance barriers holding?

Yes, the technology is working.

You like her.

She's easy to like.

She is fond of me too, of course.

Didn't she try and break your fingers?

Hi.

Hi. I'll be right with you.

Thanks.

You know...

it's the next step for a lot of people.

I love you.

I love you too.

I'm sorry.

You ready?

-Huh? -It's time.

Locked and loaded.

Third time's the charm.

That's what they say.

I'll write you a thank-you note.

You hate writing thank-you notes.

Oh, my God. I'm a little nervous.

-Baby? -Mmm?

I said I'm a little nervous.