[image description: close-up of malcolm in which more of the dining room can be seen. there is a window behind him with forest green floor length tie-back curtains and another much smaller framed painting hanging on the wall beside it. on the other side of the window, in the far corner, sits a potted plant. malcolm is still standing in the same spot near the dining table, holding his drink in one hand. no longer smiling, his resting bitch face is back. “that’s exactly what,” he starts to say, and then cuts himself off. “wait…”]
