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Yes!

Stay here, stay in me.

Stay with me.

- You'd be a good case counselor, babe.

- Never, never, never.

I can't stand in the way of justice.

- Lie to me then.

- Why should I do that?

- Because I make you scream.

- Who is that? It's seven in the morning.

Take me to dinner tonight, at Harvey's. No excuses.

John? - Okay.

I promise, I promise.

Okay.

It's the new cleaning woman.

Your Honor, after the exhaustive and detailed evidence

that has been presented,

there is no doubt, not one shred of doubt,

that Mr. Rock is fully responsible

for his company's heinous and clandestine practice

of channeling toxic waste into road fill.

He is a small, mean, dangerous criminal,

masquerading as a sophisticated person of means.

He understands only one thing- dominance.

So, we as an organized society under the rule of the law,

must dominate him.

Force is required.

He gives no mercy, therefore, he deserves no mercy.

The only appropriate course of action,

the only thing he'll respond to,

is the seizing of his assets.

His companies, his homes,

his money.

This action, I rec...

Well, I think the people of this city have been aware...

So, this result today is really about...

It's really a, a blow to the criminal community,

and to that kind of irresponsibility.

And jury selection continues...

Attorney Eve Stephens,

seen here leaving LA criminal court today,

won a stunning upset over local developer, Jake Rock.

And Ms. Stephens is in line for the recent vacancy

on the LA Court of Appeal.

But first, there has been regular mention in news coverage

about Ms. Stephens' presentation.

Style correspondent Carolyn Stewart

has some thoughts on that.

Carolyn?

There are no fashion missteps...

Perfectly coordinated.

I have her representing...

But why has it become relevant?

Eve Stephens.

Leave a message after the beep.

Yeah hi, it's me, Maddie.

Where are ya?

They finally appointed a successor

to Dad's philosophy throne,

so uh, I got all the crap that was left in his office.

You should see some of it. It's really wild.

Um, hey, congratulations.

My defense is in eight days, so enough said.

Yeah, gimme a call. Okay, bye.

- Does this stuff really work?

- You could use something.

Your credit card's been rejected.

That's impossible.

- I tried twice.

- What's that lipstick you have on?

- Le minou rouge.

It's our new fall color.

Just came in this morning.

- "Le Minou".

What's minou?

- Pussycat.

- "The Red Pussycat."

Mooowr!

- Try this one.

A little wide through the hips.

Are you finding everything you need okay?

Well, um, I'm looking for a scarf for my sister,

and see, she's been coveting mine,

and I haven't taken it off since my father gave it to me.

But um...

Do you have another one of these in stock?

It has to be the exact one.

- I'm sorry. We're entirely out of those.

- Oh, she'll be so disappointed.

- How about a miracle bra?

I haven't met a girl yet who doesn't enjoy cleavage,

and these bras are really miraculous.

They create cleavage like a crevice after an earthquake.

Men just fall right into it.

- Oh, well, I don't know.

Perhaps you could suggest something else.

- We have a brand new line of lace panties

in the latest fall colors.

- Yes.

Yes, I hope so.

- Excuse me.

Do you think this is too small for me?

- I'll get you a size up, madam.

- Thanks.

- Oh, this is really beautiful,

but I'm afraid it's just not her color.

I hate to ask, could you check if you had it

in a pale peach?

- Of course. I'd love to.

Be right back.

- What the fuck is that?

- That's a thank you tit.

From the Breast Cancer Task Force

in appreciation of your pro bono work.

So, what am I supposed to do with it?

Display it in my office?

- Oh, well, you know, you just, you know,

press on it, and you look for the lumps, and then you...

Okay.

Well, I think it would make a nice addition to some-

Am I interrupting something?

- Just girl stuff.

Did you need me?

- Yes, ah, Margot, cancel her noon.

You're going to help me recruit your replacement.

She's in town only a few days interviewing,

and uh, I want her.

We'll see her in here, so she can see the office.

- What are you talking about?

- I spoke to the governor yesterday.

- You have not gotten rid of me yet.

Besides, I've got about as much chance

of being appointed to the Court of Appeals

as Jake Rock has of doing any time in San Quentin.

- You're perfect.

Trust me.

- Eve. - I have to pee.

- Eve, wait. - I have to pee!

Read this message, from the governor's office.

He wants a meeting.

- The judgeship?

Next Tuesday, downtown courthouse, 2:00 PM.

- Oh my God.

I'm gonna be a judge.

Oh, fuck! I have to pee so bad.

Okay, let's get to work.

I want you to call Cicchinelli.

Hi, it's John.

I'm not here right now, but if you have this number,

I promise I'll call you back.

- Where are you?

I thought you said you'd be back tonight.

I have some really great news,

and I do not wanna leave it on your machine.

I'm still in the office, it's 9:30.

A rose is a rose is a rose. Leave a message.

- Mitch. Eve Stephens.

I want you to send me some big, luscious peonies to me

at my office tomorrow.

No card.

No, no.

Send a card.

Write on it, "Eve, Congratulations.

Can we still do this when you're a judge?"

Don't seal the envelope, give Margot a thrill.

Yeah?

- Daddy, it's Evie.

Yeah.

- I have some great news.

Who is this?

- Daddy?

It's me. It's Evelyn.

I'm sorry. Did I wake you?

It's the middle of the night here.

You should know that.

I'm sorry. I tried earlier, but there was nobody there.

Daddy, you still there?

What's wrong?

- Nothing. I have some really great news.

Then wait until tomorrow. It's too late now.

- Okay, I'll call tomorrow.

I'm sorry. Go back to sleep.

- No, no, no, no.

No, no, no.

No, no, no, no, no.

Flabby ass and thighs.

Stinking, rank, rubbery cunt.

And drooping, tiny tits.

Longer...

Lascivious...

insatiable beast.

Stupid and devious.

Nothing about you is genuine.

Everyone knows you're a fraud.

You see? I have nothing.

I have nothing at all.

I'm sorry. - It's okay.

- Working late?

- Uh, I'm actually just moving in.

- I'm the new doctor in the next suite.

- You're not a doctor.

- Psychiatrist.

What'd you do? Start medical school at fifteen?

- Eighteen, actually.

Your Honor.

- Oh my God: it was you this morning.

- Yeah.

Congratulations.

- You know people here?

- You know people here who can-

- No.

- ...show you around? - No, no.

- Well, I could use a drink.

- You could use a drink?

- Yeah. Could you? - Mm-hm.

- You want a drink?

- Sure. - Come on.

Come on, doctor. I'll give you a drink.

"Here's to the first kiss, the second,

and especially the third.

The Young Doctor."

- Awesome.

Now listen, I'll be there in twenty minutes.

I just need to make sure they correct the price

of the jacket.

Margot?

Margot?

Damn!

- Hey, lady, do your windows for... - No.

Hey mister, you got any spare change?

A dollar, a couple dollars, whatever you got,

it'll help me out a lot.

- Here you go. - Thank you, sir.

God bless.

Hey, lady, could you do me a favor?

- What?

Could you stay as beautiful as you are now?

First of all, politically, he must appoint a woman.

In fact, he told me he really wants a woman.

And secondly, he's being perceived as soft on crime,

because of the recent budget cuts.

So, he needs to appoint a killer.

And your win over Rock makes you high profile right now.

Listen, I'll call Mark Schneider...

Langley, good morning.

Nice to see you again.

- Eve Stephens, Langley Flynn.

- Heard so much about you.

Mostly from me.

- Well, I thought it would be exciting

to meet the legal genius in the flesh.

Less than you expected, I'm sure.

Please.

- I think we have the same color lipstick.

- I don't think so.

This is a new fall color.

- Le minou rouge?

- Le minou rouge! So it is.

- Do you know what that means?

"The Red Pussycat."

Tacky, isn't it?

Well, I'm ready for something new.

Going down?

- Uh, going up.

Oh, well, maybe we'll see each other soon.

You and Wallace are very persuasive.

Ciao.

- Hi.

Cancel my lunch,

reschedule it for after the interview,

and connect me with John.

John!

Rosie, where is he?

Well, I need him right now.

Okay, I'll call back.

No, fuck it. I'm coming over.

Don't tell him. It'll be a surprise.

Hey, Rosie, how you doing?

Proximity of the site to all major faults

within a hundred mile radius.

Right. Well, until we do it,

we don't know what the ground acceleration would be,

and the Northridge Quake data suggests it could be

as high as 0.8 G.

You have no idea how much I've missed you.

- Yes. That's a big earthquake.

No.

No, I can't be there this afternoon.

I have to go to Utah on a dam project.

Michael.

Michael...

There is no way that I'm gonna release $300 million

for this project without a proper seismic design.

No!

No! Absolutely not.

No, that's inadequate.

Too expensive.

That's illegal.

Michael.

Michael, that, that isn't our problem.

I can't do anything about that.

Look, I will be up there tomorrow afternoon

for the closing.

Yes.

- I need your steady hand desperately.

I promise, if you let us run this analysis,

you will get state approval.

Okay.

All right, I'll see you tomorrow.

Rosie.

Tell Stew I'll be ready for him in a minute.

And call a car for LAX.

Hold all my calls.

Did you lock the door?

Good girl.

You sure you wanna do this?

Started growing back in last time.

- I don't care. I like it.

- Madeline!

Don't forget about Edwina this weekend.

- Yeah, yeah.

They were so delicate. I couldn't resist.

Edwina...

You used to look so pretty with long hair.

When are you gonna stop chopping at it?

I just hate the way it looks. At least let me even it out.

It's gonna be a fuck of an adolescence with you!

- Can I come?

- No.

- Are you gonna be back soon?

- Don't know.

- "This hurts me more than it hurts you."

Rick?

Oh, Madeline.

Where are you?

Friday, 2:14 PM.

Remember about the closing dinner

with Michael in San Francisco tomorrow.

If you're very good, I'll take Sunday off,

and pamper you all day.

Shit, I'm about to lose you.

Friday. 2:48 PM.

Find.. me... these boots.

Eve? I'm a friend of Maddie's.

She's in bad trouble, um...

I- and I don't know what to do.

She didn't want me to call you,

but you're the only person who can help her.

Er, could you call me back as soon as possible?

I'm in Fillmore, um,

I'm at 805-576-1121.

Margot, Eve.

Move that interview with the Times

for after my meeting with the governor.

Change my four to a phone conference.

I'll call him from the car.

Oh, where the fuck am I going?

You better push my dinner with Louise tonight to 9:00 PM.

Where the fuck is Fillmore?

Your sister's in for the weekend, my friend.

She broke the law,

and the law isn't doing business 'til Monday morning.

- Who's your superior?

Almost everybody.

But none of them can turn the computer on.

Yeah, well give me his number if you can...

this is an emergency!

No!

What?

This is insane!

You mean my client has to sit in jail the entire weekend...

Just gimme a hot one here.

No, I do not want to leave a message on Monday.

Fuckin' idiot! See if you have a job...

- Hysterical loudmouth bitch,

ballbuster, battle axe. Strident.

Unfeminine, grotesque.

Outta control!

You? A judge?

Never!

- I'm sorry.

I'm sorry.

So, the detective thinks we're working together.

So he follows me, pulls out the bracelet...

And this other woman?

- She's nowhere to be seen.

So he books me.

I never wanted to involve you in this,

but Emma can be such a twit.

I can't believe this is happening.

- I'm so sorry, Maddie,

but there's nothing I can do until Monday.

I'm sorry, I tried.

If this had happened in the city, you'd be out by now.

- Oh my God, this is insane.

I am defending my thesis on Tuesday.

I have to finish preparing.

Look, Maddie, you have nothing to worry about

Believe me.

I'm gonna take care of everything.

Here.

Write down everything that you need,

and I'll bring it right back to you.

Can't see her again till tomorrow.

Well, can I drop off books?

- No.

Why not?

- Just a rule.

- What the hell kind of rule is that?

- I'm at the mercy of morons.

- I'll be back first thing in the morning.

- Okay.

Too bad that this is what it takes

to get you to come and visit, huh?

Hey now.

So, your defense is Tuesday?

I'd forgotten that.

Time!

- Give me directions to your place.

- You gonna stay in my room?

- Yeah. Why not?

- I don't know, it's just such a mess.

It's all...

Hell, who cares?

Evie, if you ever tell Dad about this, I'll kill you.

- Listen, I called him the other night

to tell him some really great news.

I called at the wrong time, he practically hung up on me.

- He's so mean.

Oh, he just doesn't know any better.

Time!

- Here. I'll draw you a map.

Keep the door locked.

Emma has this really weird kid, Ed,

she's always sneaking around.

I don't trust her.

Margot, Eve.

If anybody asks where I am, I'm at the dentist.

Can you call John for me?

Tell him there's no way I'm gonna make that

San Fran dinner of his.

I dunno, um...

Tell him that I'm cramming for the interview or something.

No, do not give him this number.

Margot, I tell you, if anybody but you calls me here,

you're worse than fired, you're dead.

Hi. Come in.

- Emma?

- You must be Eve.

Is she all right?

- She's fine. It's all a big mistake.

But they won't let her out until Monday.

- Till Monday?

That's awful.

Oh God.

She was gonna watch Ed this weekend.

Well, I have to stay here tonight, if that helps.

- Great!

I mean, you don't really have to watch her. She is thirteen.

Let me get you a key.

- May I use your phone?

- No.

I'm sorry, I'm expecting a call.

There's a phone in Maddie's room.

Uh, is this Madeline Stephens' room?

- Those iguanas are alive.

If "I" is the square root of negative one,

then "I squared" is negative one,

and "I cubed" is negative I...

What is I to the fourth?

Okay, let's start with something easier.

What is the definition of asymptote?

Come on, Ed!

I don't understand. You used to be so smart.

- I hope I'm not intruding.

- Er, not at all. Please, sit down.

- Ed, would you get Eve a plate?

- No, thanks. I'm really not hungry.

Do you do your own designs?

Oh, I'm working on it. I'd...

I'd like to.

I...

I fool around, but not really.

I'm really good at making copies.

So, if you ever want anything cheap...

Excuse me, I, I have to get dressed.

Rick will be here soon.

- How long has Madeline been staying here?

- Two years, one month...

- Says she's been working on her PhD.

This makes my hips look big. Don't you think?

Have you read it?

- It's great.

- It's wild.

This little town in Mexico,

where the women have all the power.

The awful thing is that they're also fat and unattractive.

That's what happens in a matriarchy.

So fat.

I keep getting these terrible images of him

crushed behind his steering wheel.

- I'm sure he'll be fine.

Does Madeline seem all right to you?

There he is!

How do I look?

I'm gonna get him to tie the knot this weekend.

- Emma, about Madeline.

Yeah?

Has anything like this ever happened before?

- Are you serious?

Madeline has never been in trouble.

She's the smartest, most together woman I know.

Wish me luck!

Very nice to meet you.

And, um...

Thanks.

Annunciata!

- You're a woman!

You're a goddamn woman!

Edging me outta my place on the planet, kid.

Come here.

Woo!

Look at this. Look at this!

What are you doing hiding the goods under that muumuu, huh?

Oh, don't worry about him. He's seen it all.

- I wudn't even lookin', darlin'.

- Yeah, that's whatcha all say.

The younger, the better, hey Joey?

I brought ya something.

Something to show off your assets.

I'll call you. This will probably take weeks.

- You got it, babe. Have fun.

- Oh my God.

- Well, you're a woman.

I heard you got the curse.

Come on. I'll show you how to put that on.

- It's Maddie's sister.

She's here to save her.

- Good morning.

- How ya doin'?

Did you get me out?

- I brought you books.

How was your night? Did you sleep?

- What do you think?

- You cannot run away from this.

You're gonna need some help.

Madeline, look at me.

- What are you talking about?

Come on, Madeline. I stayed in your room, remember?

Since when do you take a child size five?

Those are Emma's. I'm storing those for her.

- Right.

Then what about the dozen hammers, and the tools,

and the piles of other stuff?

I've seen a copy of your file.

This has happened before, which is why your bail is so high.

Grand larceny is a felony.

You're in deep shit.

And you're taking GREAT delight in pushing me

further down into it.

I'm trying to help you.

- Right.

Do you think that we could get the nice guard over there

to testify against me in court?

Huh? Do you think that's a possibility?

- I'm sorry, you're right.

- What do you want?

Do you wanna have me jailed, disgraced,

screwed outta my PhD?

Embarrassed and humiliated for my sins?

Would that give you the opportunity

to feel sympathetic and superior?

Would that give you the big daddy dick you've always wanted?

- I'll be back on Monday.

- Ever the saint.

Fuck you, good girl. I dare you not to come back.

Let me get that for you, beautiful.

- What are you doing?

I'm gonna pump it for you.

- Is this the only way you can get girls?

Hey, no offense. I was just playin' with ya.

But I am gonna give you full service, 'cause you're so cute.

- I don't want it.

- Oh, yes you do.

You don't wanna get gasoline smell on your nice clothes,

or your nice skin.

There you go.

You're safe.

I'm standing all the way over here now.

I'm sorry.

I didn't mean to help you.

- Fuck you.

- Now you got me scared.

Surprise!

- What are you doing here?

I thought you had to work.

I did.

All morning.

And now I need a break.

Still pissed I'm not coming to the dinner?

- Absolutely not.

- Good.

- Eve, sweetheart...

I love you, but I have to catch the 11:00 AM.

- Take the noon.

You'll still be on time.

Come on. I have a bottle of champagne. I'm feeling positive.

- That's nice, but I really have to go.

- Oh, come on! Be spontaneous.

There are 900 planes a day to San Francisco.

Take a later one.

- No.

I said no!

You wanted to spend the weekend preparing

for your big interview.

You canceled me.

Can't change your mind now. It's too late.

- I know.

You are pissed I'm not coming.

I'm not having this discussion with you, Eve.

- No, you're right.

I shouldn't expect to be able to change the rules.

You go ahead.

I'll be fine.

I'm lost without you.

Why haven't you called me?

- I did.

Last night, you weren't home.

- I just left you a message.

- I need to see you desperately.

- Let's see, umm...

We met in an elevator, right?

We had two drinks, great sex.

You had five orgasms, I only had three.

And now you are desperate to see me? Hm?

- Very desperate, doctor.

- Well, in my professional opinion, Ms...

I'm sorry, what was your last name?

Stephens.

- Ms. Stephens.

Yes.

In my professional opinion, you are a uh, deeply compulsive-

And a terribly neurotic,

- Uh huh.

- extremely codependent woman,

who more than likely loves too much, or too little.

I can't remember which.

- Oh, thank God!

Finally, somebody understands me!

You free tonight?

- Maybe.

You just don't remember them, that's all.

- No. - Hm?

- I never dream.

- Everyone dreams.

Even lawyers.

Well, that's the problem with psychology.

Nothing's concrete.

- I prefer the law.

Black and white.

Obey the rules or suffer the consequences.

Guilty or not guilty.

- Is that why you wanted to be a judge?

To enforce the rules?

- No.

- No?

- No.

Ever since I was a little girl...

Six years old, in fact,

I always wanted to be a judge.

- Yeah?

- Because...

I wanted to be dressed in that long black robe,

with nothing on underneath.

- Aren't you ever serious?

Oh, I'm very serious about wanting to fuck you.

- Eve.

Look at me.

Eve, look at me!

Where are you?

- What are you talking about?

- This is going too fast for me.

- Okay. - What?

- Come on, we'll slow down.

I will slow down.

I...

No, I just...

Just wait a second.

Please.

I will slow down.

Okay, okay.

Okay.

Renee?

Wait a minute.

Oh, fuck it.

- Okay. All right.

- Oh, hi Eve.

Uh, uh, listen...

I hope it's okay that I borrowed your office

for a couple of hours this morning

since I'm in transition and without one.

Wallace suggested it.

- Oh, sure. That's fine.

- Well, he assured me it would be.

I just needed a quiet place to sit

and contemplate my future for a while, you know?

But I gotta run because I have a plane to catch.

Thanks, a lot.

Ciao.

Fuck her.

Just what I needed.

Hello?

- Harry, sweetheart.

Friend called all upset

because his wife's been arrested for shoplifting.

Any expertise in that area?

Well, larceny really, either petty or grand,

maximum penalty's one year imprisonment, hardly ever levied.

More usual punitive scenario is payment of fine

and promise of changed behavior.

- Even if she has priors?

Settle with the store,

they'll drop the charges. - Mirror, mirror, on the wall.

Now legally, shoplifting isn't a biggie.

It's more of a psychological-

Langley Flynn is the fairest of all.

...his wife was sent to a shrink

after a rash of shoplifting, diagnosed as a kleptomaniac.

I'm really sorry, but did I leave my compact in here?

I didn't see it, but let me check.

- I was using it right over here.

- Oh, here it is. It must have fallen.

- Oh, great.

It might seem silly, all this for a compact,

but it was my mother's, so I'd be really upset if I lost it.

Even though I leave the damn thing everywhere.

- I understand completely.

- Thanks.

Well, I'm really gonna be late now.

Bye.

- Margot, Eve.

I'm going back to my sister's tonight,

so I won't have to drive there and back in the morning.

Remind Wallace to call the senator,

type up the governor's bio,

and most important, pick up my suit from the cleaners.

I want you to check it with the manager

standing right there,

and if there is anything wrong,

have them redo it for pickup in the afternoon.

That is my lucky suit.

And if anything is gonna get me the judgeship, it is.

I'm sorry. I'm back.

You have to leave, I'm sorry.

I don't think Madeline likes you in her room

when she's not here.

"The goal of the women who fight

is to lift their adversary's skirt,

so that the spectators will see her sex.

To have thick pubic hair is a political guarantee.

The woman derives her ferocity from its abundance."

Oh, come on.

"Political guarantee."

No such thing.

- I'm sorry to bother you.

Can you tell me where to find a liquor store around here?

- Not one that's open.

- You mind if I pour myself a drink?

- Get her a glass, will you, Ed?

- Can I bum one of your cigarettes?

- You a closet smoker?

No, I just don't have an addictive personality.

- Anal compulsive problem.

- You Ed's grandmother?

- She's my aunt.

- Come on, let's take some pictures

of Annunciata's fabulous gams.

- Okay.

Now, you can learn to be feminine too.

It's not something that comes to you naturally.

You gotta work at it.

When I was your age, I had the grace of a truck driver.

I trained myself to be feminine and sexy

by studying other women.

You just have to practice every day.

You'll get it. Believe me.

What are you doing?

Body doubling. Ya ever heard of it?

Yeah, of course.

- Ugly bodies become perfect by magic.

- I hate him.

- Congratulations.

You finally saw the light.

- He was perfect.

I was so careful.

I made beautiful love.

And he was telling me

how much he wanted me.

And then the phone rang...

and she starts bitching about money or something like that.

And then he looks at me like somehow it's my fault!

I hate him!

It's over.

You ever been married, Eve?

- No.

- Never?

You and Maddie, huh?

She hasn't had a boyfriend for at least a year, you know?

Poor thing.

- Well, maybe she's just been busy.

- Yeah.

- You know, Eve's right.

Men take up too much fuckin' time.

Just think how much time you're gonna have now, Emma.

- For what?

- For your business.

- That'll never be anything.

I miss him.

I know he doesn't give as much as I do,

but it's harder for him.

He's scared.

Oh, I just love him too much!

- Love...

Honey, you just gotta grab your moment

when they're not looking.

You grab your fifteen minutes of heaven,

and don't expect anything more.

Hey, Ed,

why don't you put my music on?

Let's show these girls my new dance routine.

This is all men really care about.

Now watch closely, girls.

So if you do this well, any man will want you.

The first thing you gotta remember...

it's all about power.

You gotta make 'em believe you got whatever they desire.

You gotta be everybody's dream.

Everything to everybody.

You gotta erase yourself.

You gotta become like...

generic.

- Archetypal?

Whatever.

Come on.

Shake it, girl.

Come on.

Shake it.

Shake it.

- Rick...

I am yours.

- Ed, walk me home.

Oh, a dream...

Oh my gosh.

You are...

You are so alone.

Let's try to see a shooting star.

Look.

The Man in the Moon.

- Emma told me the moon was a woman.

- Yeah, she would.

- You don't believe that?

- My father showed me the Man in the Moon

when I was a little girl.

And I believe him.

Are you in therapy?

- Are you?

- Where do you wanna go?

- My truck's downtown.

- They're gonna nail you this time,

unless you get some help.

Your behavior seems pretty self-destructive to me,

and I think-

- Maybe when my defense is over,

we can have a nice little chat about all of this.

But until then, let's not give them so much power, shall we?

And for once in your life,

see if you can hold off on your judgment of my behavior.

- I can pay off the store.

- Eve, you are not listening.

That isn't the point.

- I am trying to help you.

But if you don't want it, fuck you.

- Good morning.

Hey, that's not the right attitude.

- It's not?

- Hey.

- Any last words of advice?

- You're perfect, and you can't lose.

- Oh, Wallace, stop saying that!

It makes me even more nervous.

- Go home.

Get your beauty sleep, stop worrying.

- How can I stop worrying?

I'm afraid that he's gonna find out

that I didn't vote for him.

I'm afraid that the year of the woman is over.

I'm afraid that-

- I am not gonna listen to this anymore.

You're being ridiculous.

Now, go home.

- Fuck.

Get a hold of yourself.

Eve!

You scared me.

- Oh, I'm sorry. The, uh, door was open.

Can I come in?

Absolutely.

Let me put this away.

I was just about to pour myself a glass of wine.

I've had such a crazy day.

You want one?

- Uh, no.

I'm okay. Thanks.

I just uh...

I wanted to apologize for leaving the way I did yesterday.

Is that why you came all the way over here?

Forget it!

It was actually good for me.

I got a lot done.

- Yeah?

Well, I just felt...

I don't know, I felt bad sneaking out

without saying anything.

You know, I mean, it just felt easier at the time. So...

- Look, don't give it another thought.

It was nothing.

How about a water?

No, thanks. I'm, I'm fine.

I figured a little wine would help me relax.

I really have to sleep tonight.

God forbid I look haggard for the governor.

- There is something else.

I...

You know, um...

I'm really attracted to you.

But I...

I don't want this kind of relationship.

I got frightened because,

because this seems really familiar to me.

I mean, I know how to do this.

I know how to do this.

I've been doing it for years, and

and I moved here to help myself change.

I...

I don't wanna be in this kind of relationship.

I want a different kind.

I...

I should go.

- Yes.

I have a lot to prepare.

- Yeah.

Okay.

- You know, um...

I thought I should stay here tonight.

I have to be at school early and,

and I'll be sharper if I get a good night's rest.

And I knew you wouldn't mind,

since you've been staying in my room, using my things.

Anyway...

I'll be gone before you even get up in the morning.

You won't even know I've been here.

- You've seen my sunglasses?

No...

You fuckin' bitch!

I think I have a broad base of support

because I'm fair and open-minded,

and yet at the same time,

I'm not intimidated by strong opposition.

I'm not afraid of a fight.

You ought to think about politics

instead of the judiciary.

- Oh, well, thank you, Governor,

but I think I'll leave politics to the masters,

such as yourself.

I don't like the spotlight that much.

- Neither do I.

That's good.

That's very good.

Excellent.

Do you have any family here in California?

Oh, I'm so sorry.

- That's all right. - So sorry.

Don't worry about that.

Patricia will get that.

No problem.

- So sorry.

- Don't worry about it.

Tell me about your family.

- My mother died when I was thirteen,

and my father remarried recently and retired to Florida.

- Oh, yes. I'm familiar with his work.

He's a brilliant thinker.

He's brilliant.

Any brothers or sisters?

One sister, working on her doctorate at UCLA.

You know, there's something I don't understand,

and please, don't be offended, but...

Why haven't you, such a beautiful woman, ever been married?

Well, Governor, um...

I've always been deeply committed to my work,

which involves extremely long hours.

And I've never really felt that I could do justice

to both a career and a family.

My gosh, that thought seems very sad to me.

I couldn't imagine life without my daughters.

Aren't you close with your sister?

Well, we've both been very busy with our careers.

- Yes, but don't you feel isolated?

Do you miss not having a family?

Oh, it doesn't matter.

I suppose living alone just gives you more time to read,

doesn't it?

It does.

Come to think of it, I don't know how we've done it.

Raising five daughters.

My wife is a saint.

- Why the fuck didn't I say I was engaged?

What a stupid idiot I am!

Fuck!

Isolated!

I'm gonna kill her.

I'm gonna fuckin' kill her.

That fucking bitch.

Fucking bitch!

- Hey!

Hey, is that Eve's car I see?

Hey, where are you?

Come on, we're having a party,

gonna welcome the new doctor into the family.

- You fucking bitch!

You fucking bitch, you stole my clothes?

- Yeah, I did good! I'm a doctor.

It brought me luck. I look good in it, don't I?

Give it to me, it's mine!

Take it off!

Take it off! It's mine!

I'll rip it off!

- Wait a minute! Here, let me do it!

There, now it's ruined!

I suppose you wanna give it to me now it's all fucked up!

I could use a drink.

You fucking bitch!

- I called Dad.

To tell him about my PhD.

But he was more interested in how your interview

with the Governor went.

Come on. Get in.

Come on.

So, how'd it go?

- I blew it.

- Come on. You never blew anything.

- I'm not married.

- Oh, God.

- Stop laughing. I'm serious.

Oh, how can you be?

What does being married have to do with being a judge?

Do you remember the last time we took a bath together?

You were acting like a spoiled brat.

And you took this really big shit.

- I did not!

- You got spanked,

and I got left in the bathtub with your shit.

- Oh, Madeline, you're making this up.

- You were constipated for months.

- You're such a liar!

Well, if it's not about money, then why?

- It's erotic.

- Come on! Be serious.

- "Sexually, kleptomaniacs are frigid.

The moment she succeeds in her theft, she gets an orgasm.

Female sex perversion is a sexually aberrated woman

as she is. 1935."

How about something a little more current?

"The thefts are attempts to acquire

the superior genital equipment of the father.

In other words, penis envy."

- Oh, come on! Don't be ridiculous.

- I've been deprived.

I am not gonna have this kind of discussion with you.

I steal to stop me from killing myself or anyone else!

- Why did you lie to me?

I lie to myself. Why should you be any different?

You look just like mom when she was a kid.

Boy, am I ugly.

Okay, watch Dad now.

He's about to get all pissed off

'cause he's losing some stupid card game.

- He pushed her down.

There was blood on her mouth.

- What are you talking about?

- Something.

It's later that night.

Her eyes.

I went to help her.

That's not what happened.

I went to him.

My rope.

My rope was cut.

I'm scared.

- Yeah, I know.

Where have you been?

I've been calling your carphone all day.

Well, it's official.

The governor submitted your name to the state bar committee

late this afternoon.

Congratulations.

- What are you doing?

- I'm burying the baby.

- What baby?

Like a baby that comes out with my period.

Every month, a baby tries to take hold,

and then it gets washed away.

I have all of my babies buried here since my first period.

What were you cutting on your leg last night?

Why did you do that?

- I wanted to carve hate into my bone.

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