can't stop think about @comingatthecottage 's rly stupendous post about ilya and galina as a therapist and how more realistically approaching this relationship would make a brutal fucking cold open for season two.
like, titlecard: spring 2019.
opening shot: ilya and shane in the car, driving, sunglasses on, ep 1.06 callback, ilya lifts shane's hand to kiss it and shane's lip trembles, but they're silent and there's no music, just the muted sounds of the road. shane parks them in a parking lot. more silence. camera pans down to ilya's hand on shane's hand on the stickshift. ilya's hand is white knuckled, gripping too hard. shane swallows, looks away. flatline_II.mp3 starts playing. shane takes a breath, starts to say something. ilya takes his hand away, mouth tight, looking away from shane. micro-shane-hudson-face-journey.
"okay," shane says instead.
"okay," ilya says, and gets out of the car. low music.
"okay," shane says again, as the door closes, sounding scared. ilya's hand rests on the car door a beat too long.
we follow ilya from behind, inside a low-rise office building. into the elevator. sunglasses still on. down a hall. into an office. he sits down, opposite a woman, who says, "hello ilya," "hello," followed by a muted, distorted exchange, pulsing high music growing louder. ilya tapping his sunglasses on his thigh. the music builds and snaps. cuts out.
into the silence, ilya says, "last week you asked if i was thinking about killing myself."
the woman folds her hands, looks at ilya with a mild, concerned expression, "i did."
