In a waiting area, Emma holds up her fingers like goal posts while Noah holds a paper football.
"Ooh, a lot of pressure here," Emma replies, cheekily. "You miss, you lose it all."
"Stay out of my head," Noah tells her. "And you know you have a distinct advantage with the smaller hands, right? Your goal posts are not as big."
"Well, I guess you should've married Uma Thurman," she responds.
"Yeah, that would've been great," Noah replies, sarcastically. "There's a snap. Here's the hold." His cell phone chimes right at the moment his flicks the paper football, causing it to get fling far off to the left. He grunts in irritation while Emma smiles. "And a text." He grabs his phone a sees an individual named 'Dave' sent him the text that cost him his victory. "That was interference," he replies as he opens the text, which reads, 'PSYCHED FOR TONIGHT!' in all caps, along with a GIF of Shaquille O'Neal doing the shimmy.
"Sorry, honey. I know how much that meant to you," Emma mockingly comforts him.
"Come on," Noah states as he looks at the response, discontent.
"Dr. Chin is ready for you," a nurse tells Emma and Noah, gaining their attention.
"Uh, great." He pockets his phone as he and Emma stand and approach Dr. Chin's office.
In her office, Dr. Sky Chin is explaining to Emma and Noah the specific details in regards towards the reason behind their visit.
"I think we've determined why you've been having trouble conceiving," she begins.
"Okay. Let's have it," Noah said.
"Okay, great," Emma replied. Sky gives Noah a sideways glance as she opens up a folder and begins searching through the papers.
"Oh, what's that look?" Noah asked. "Is it me?" He realizes what this scenario must entail based solely on her gaze. "Of course, it's me."
"I'm not loving your semen," Dr. Chin responds, gaining an incredulous look from both Emma and Noah, prompting Sky to explain in further detail. "Your count is excellent, but your motility is well below normal."
"That's too bad," he responds.
"What would cause that?" Emma asked, curious.
"It can be genetic, environmental factors," she explains. "Nine times out of 10, though, it's psychological." She turns towards Noah in the hopes of better understanding his viewpoint in regards towards his motility. "Have you been feeling anxious or stressed?"
"No, I don't think so," Noah blatantly lies. "Not really."
Emma winces in response to this statement and gives her honest opinion on the matter. "He's always a little stressed."
"You don't have to write… I'm not…" Noah begins before faltering in his statement as Sky writes down Emma's statement. "Honey, she's writing it down."
"Well, Noah is very competitive. As am I," Emma continues.
"We sure are," Noah agrees.
"One of the reasons I fell in love with him," Emma tells Dr. Chin. "Maybe, uh, that makes him a little more prone to stress than normal people."
"'Normal people'?" he asks, a tad bit offended at having been outed like that.
"How long has this been going on, Noah?" Sky asked.
"It's not going on," Noah claims, implying he has everything under control.
"Oh, well, you did say, even when you were a kid," Emma begins, seeing through his veil of deceit, "you would freak out if you lost as anything."
"Oh, I was a kid." Noah attempts to alleviate the situation, but Emma remains persistent.
"Especially if you lost to your brother." This response grabs Noah's attention, but he attempts to save face, which allows for Emma to put together the pieces of the puzzle. "Hey, is that what this is?"
"No," Noah pretends to nonchalantly shake his head at this, failing miserably.
"You have been so uptight since you found out that Dave is coming to town," she replies. "Could that be a factor in all this?" Emma asks Dr. Chin.
"I don't think that's true," Noah denies. "Let's be fair."
"Sibling rivalry can be very powerful," she tells them. "Cain and Abel, the Baldwins."
"The what?" Noah asks, confused.
"The brothers," Emma tells him, a bit annoyed that he didn't pick up on that.
"I'm not sure why we're discussing this," Noah responds, annoyed at all these prying questions. "She's not a therapist." He turns his attention away from his wife and towards Dr. Chin. "You're not a therapist, right? With all respect."
"No, but I am a doctor, and I believe in treating the whole patient," she answers. "So, what is it about your brother that makes you feel emasculated?"
Noah appears greatly uncomfortable at everything going on. "Are we gonna do this? We're right next to the room where I masturbate- I mean, where people go to masturbate. I certainly did not masturbate myself." He gives off a fake laugh, prompting a disgusted look from Sky and Emma, but they decide to breeze past it and focus on the current matter at hand.
"I think he has it in his head that Dave is cooler and more successful and hotter than he is," Emma responds.
"I never said hotter," Noah hastily replies, discomforted
"He's charming," Emma corrects herself, which still gains a nonplussed look from Noah.
"That's interesting," Sky states as she writes it down in the folder before looking back up towards Noah and Emma. "And is he single?"
Emma and Noah are taken aback by this out of the blue question. "What's that?" Noah asked.
"I don't know if I mentioned it, but Keith and I are on a trial separation."
"Keith?" Noah responded, unsure as to whom Dr. Chin is referring to.
"Uh, Keith," Emma attempts to jog Noah's memory, to no avail.
"So, do you think your brother would wanna grab a cup of coffee with me?" Sky asked.
"Gosh, I don't know," Noah tells her, annoyed at her statements in regards towards his brother.
"Well, it doesn't hurt to ask," Emma responds, encouragingly.
"Hurts a little." Noah scoffs in response, though no one pays attention to it.
"Now, is he a tall fellow? 'Cause I'm only 5'1"." Sky asks.
"We're all done with my semen?" Noah asked, dissatisfied by the zigzagging of the conversation.
"He is shorter than Noah," Emma responds.
While they continue their conversation about Noah's brother and his attractiveness level like a couple of girlfriends, Noah turns away to gaze out the window, aggravated.
A view sails towards a suburban cul-de-sac at dusk, which appears to take the form of an old school board game. As we get in closer, however, it shifts back into a normal setting when we take note of a slick black car driving up to one of the houses and pulling up before the closed sectional garage door.
As Noah exits, a police officer exits a next-door house holding a small, white cat. Noah, seeing this, turns away awkwardly as Emma exits from the driver seat. "Ooh. Honey, MacArthur. Don't mention game night, okay?" he whispers to her, prompting a slight nod. They head towards the trunk at MacArthur arrives at her mailbox.
"Good evening, Noah. Emma," she greets them.
"Hey, MacArthur," he gives out a simple response as he opens up the trunk, which contains several bags of groceries. "Hello there."
"Hi, MacArthur, she says. The married couple proceed to unload their groceries bags from the trunk and begin making their way towards the house.
"Just checking the mail," MacArthur responds.
"Oh yeah?" Noah asks, attempting to show some mild form of interest.
"Some people check it earlier in the day, but there's always a risk that the mail carrier hasn't come yet," she explains as she pets her cat, creepily. "This spares me the chance of a futile trip to the mailbox."
Noah and Emma appear spooked by the conversation. "Uh-huh," Emma replies, unable to think of something else to say in this regard.
"Plus, it allows Valentina here the opportunity to urinate." The cat meows in response as Noah and Emma continue to stare, incredulous, before deciding to simply walk away.
"You have a good one," Noah replies as he and Emma attempt to escape the conversation, only to be dragged back in when MacArthur asks them a question.
"Any plans for this evening?" she asks.
"No," Noah responds, a bit too quickly.
"Perhaps a game night?" she inquires.
"We're just gonna stay in, just the two of us," he claims, obviously lying. Emma nods, feigning innocences. "Boring." Emma shrugs.
"I see," MacArthur replies, a bit disheartened. "I do hope you keep me in mind for any future game nights."
"You bet," Noah claims.
"I've always enjoyed the camaraderie of good friends competing in games of chance and skill," she replies, eldritch.
"Yeah," Emma comments, stammering a bit with her wording. "Yeah, well, we'll do that, but tonight, it's just the two of us." Noah, whose left are getting tired, lifts up the grocery bag and grabs it by the bottom with his right hand.
MacArthur, being the inquisitive detective that she is, takes note of the large quantity of chip bags protruding from the top of Noah and Emma's grocery bag. "Three bags of Tostitos Scoops, I notice."
Noah looks down absently at the shopping bag, attempting to try and come up with a proper explanation for why he has this vast quantity of chips, eventually landing on the one thing he could think of in that moment. "There was a special on these tonight. Three for one."
"Three for one?" MacArthur asked, not entirely believing Noah and Emma's statement. Attempting to deflect suspicion, they try their best to keep up with the façade, nodding at their own incredulous response. "How can that be profitable for Frito Lay?"
"These corporations… I don't know what they're doing," Noah replies, gaining a fake chuckle out of Emma.
"Well, you two enjoy each other," she tells them, glumly. "It's often we don't appreciate what we have until it's gone."
Noah and Emma stare at MacArthur, who stand watching them while gently stroking Valentina.
"I think that's it," Noah replies after a few tense moments.
"Okay." Emma waves towards MacArthur as she and Noah head indoors. "Bye-bye."
Once they're inside, we see the corners of MacArthur's mouth turn slightly downwards, showcasing her dishevelment at the isolation currently plaguing her surroundings.