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You hurt me.

Stand.

No way.

It's me, Jack Stewart.

Oh, my God, Jack.

You look great.

Thank you. So do you. Thank you. What
are you doing here?

I'm just visiting a relative.

Oh, is everything all right?

Yeah, yeah. She was just having some
dizzy spells. They're checking her out.

She's fine. Oh, good. Thank you. You
came to the right hospital.

Good. Which way are you going?

This way. Yeah? I'll walk with you. Come
on. Thank you. It's been like 10 years.

Okay, let's see. Last time I saw you was
the senior prom. Yeah.

You were punching out Ken Delaney. Oh,
man. Remember?

Yeah, I do.

He said something to my date that he
shouldn't have, and he apologized.

Right.

What's wrong with you? I ran into a
door.

Can we leave that?

It's okay, though. It's fine.

No, you're not okay.

Look, Sandy, if you couldn't tell, I
became a doctor. I can't believe it. The

same Jack Stewart I used to booze cars
with. Hey, hey, come on. I did that

twice. I didn't make a career out of it,
okay?

But seriously, I'd like to look at you.

First time you said that to me, we were
both 14.

Good memory.

Yeah. All right, if you won't let me
check you out, let me refer you to a

of mine. How's that?

You don't give up, do you?

Did I ever?

No.

Do I have a choice? No, you don't.

Okay. All right.

Who's your friend? All right.

Mark Sloan. Good guy. Real good guy.

Never boosted a car in his life, but
don't hold that against him.

Hurt? Yeah.

Some nasty bruise. How'd you get that?

I ran into a door.

A revolving door with a number of
bruises.

Who's been hitting you, Sandy?

I'm going to need something for the
pain.

Look, if you're in trouble, my son's a
police officer.

I'm just handling my own problems,
thanks.

All right.

If you change your mind, you want to
talk.

My phone number's right there.

I really appreciate this.

Can I get dressed now?

Sure. Take your time.

Thank you.

Does Amanda have a hobby?

She never mentioned one.

Hey, Mark, I'm Sandy.

Multiple contusions in the clavicle and
scapula areas.

Somebody's hitting her, Jack.

Oh, man.

I want to go talk to an idea.

What are we talking about?

Amanda. And just because she never
mentioned having a hobby doesn't mean

doesn't have one.

Well, great. If I go ask her what her
hobby is, she'll know what we're up to.

This is like nuts.

I know. What do you get for a girl who
has everything?

How about a box to put it in? Look,
she's gone.

Did you get an address on Sandy Hoyle?

Sure.

All right, listen, I'm going to finish
up my rounds and drop by our place,

Good. I'll see you later. Let me know.

Jack, I wanted to tell him, too.

You wanted to tell him what?

I hate parties, I don't need any
presents, and I don't like surprises.

Amanda, what are you talking about?

Saturday, my birthday.

Saturday's your birthday?

Like you didn't know, Mark. Look, I
don't want any fuss.

No fuss, okay.

Good.

See you later. Okay.

You think she meant it? Oh, right. Give
me the channel up.

What's the matter, honey?

Hey, what's going on?

Go away, Jack.

I'm not leaving until we talk.

Now, if you do it out here, I'll
embarrass you. If we do it inside,

going to be?

You might guess.

This is, uh... This is very nice.

Thank you.

Want a cigarette? No.

Thank you. I quit that years ago.

You're a hooker, aren't you?

We're uptown now, Jack.

I'm a call girl.

Oh, please, Sandy, come on.

Hooker, call girl, what's the
difference?

Oh, about $500 an hour.

I can't believe it, Jack.

You're actually shocked. Yeah, I am
actually shocked.

I'm also worried. Sandy, look, if you
keep this up, it's going to get much

than bruises. Look, Jack, I know you
have really good intentions, okay? But

there's nothing you can do for me.

Sandy, I just don't want to see you
ending up in some emergency room, you

with your ribs all busted.

Or worse, dead.

I'm going to get out of this life, Jack.

Yeah? Yeah. When?

Soon as I talk to a couple of people,
then I'll have all the money I need to

far away for a long, long time.

What are you talking about?

I have three really good customers who
wouldn't want this little tape played

any scandal sheets or TV reporters.

You're talking about blackmail.

They can afford it.

All right, let's just say for argument's
sake, that one of these people decided

they don't feel like paying you, and
they come after you.

What are you doing?

Hey, no guts, no glory, Jack. Please.
Remember?

Besides, I have insurance.

My first madam used to always tell me,
keep everything important in your head.

I'm keeping a copy in Lily's head.

Who's Lily?

And what's to keep her from taking off
with the tape?

Lily won't go anywhere without me, Jack.

I'm covered.

It's probably just my housekeeper.

You're in the bedroom first, okay?

Thanks.

Look, Jack.

Don't worry about me, okay?

I'm a big girl now.

Okay.

If you change your mind, or if you get
into some kind of trouble, need some

help, call me.

I know what I'm doing.

No, you don't.

So, how's business, Reverend?

I told you not to call me that. I'm not
a minister.

Oh, right. No, you're a, um, what is it
called?

Spiritual facilitator, right?

You're a con artist, Charles.

But you're a damn good one.

That retreat center you have really
rakes in the box, doesn't it?

Is there a point to this, Andy?

Yes.

I'm relocating, Charles.

And you're going to finance my new life.

Now, why would I want to do that?

Because the alternative is this.

Headline in the tabloids.

Ex -Beverly Hills call girl.

exclaimed, Brother Charles Simmons, guru
to the stars, was my favorite client.

Snappy, huh, Charles?

What do you think?

I am so proud of you, Michael.

According to the Wall Street Journal,
you're taking your company public.

You read the Wall Street Journal?

Well, you know a girl's got to keep up.

I'm going public, too.

What does that mean?

Who's going to buy stock in a company
whose CEO charges call girls off as a

business expense?

You're blackmailing me.

Well, I prefer to think of it as you
contributing to my retirement fund.

I'll want the money within 48 hours in
cash.

You know, Joseph, I read your paper
every day. I should work there.

Your job, my dear, is to keep the
publisher happy.

I don't know. I think I could be a
really good reporter, too.

After all, I'm sitting on this really
great story. It involves sex, call

and the publisher of a very large daily
newspaper.

And I suppose you expect me to buy this
story?

Well, if you don't, I'm sure someone
else will.

So... Have you seen Jack?

No, he just signed out. Why?

Well, there was a message for him, but
it pages on the fritz.

Sandy Hoyle?

Oh.

I knew she was in trouble when I met her
this afternoon.

Maybe I ought to go buy her a place on
the way home.

You have her address?

Let me check her file.

Gift catalogs.

Consider it homework.

Miss Royal?

Miss Royal?

Sandy?

Hey, Steve.

Hi.

You know, it's not every day a vice cop
gets to bust a fellow officer's old man.

Andy, you didn't.

No, but I was tempted.

Your dad and I had a talk. Everything's
okay.

No problem.

Who was the girl?

Local pro.

Heard she was moving with a rich crowd,
so I had an eye on her.

Thought I'd lead somewhere.

My luck, she OD'd before I could make a
case.

She wasn't an addict.

I gave her a checkup this afternoon. If
she'd been on drugs, I would have

noticed. You run any blood tests?

No.

Then what you're going on is the fact
that she looks good, so she couldn't be

junkie. There's more than that.

Dad, Andy's a smart cop. You'll handle
it.

Come on, I'll take you home.

Look at this. The tabloid now. When the
chairman saw this, he hit the roof.

Sloan.

Pending a full review by the ethics
committee, the board is recommending a

vacation.

You're not serious.

That's what I said, but they are.

Listen, amigo, I am on your side, but
the board insists.

Norman, if the police suspected me,
would they have let me go?

That's what I said, but they don't care.

Personally, I think they're embarrassed
because, you know, she's a lady of the

evening.

Mark. You like to fish, go fishing.

I don't need a vacation.

But you just got one.

Mark, passion and lust are the killers
of the soul.

Leonardo da Vinci.

You'll hear from me. Trust me.

This is crazy.

Crazy or not, you better cancel my
appointments.

Shift my case over to Dr.

Anders. You going home?

Not in your life.

I'll bet you 50 bucks to bet you never
said that.

Mark, listen.

Sandy was not an addict, and she did not
kill herself. I know, but that's what

the police think, so officially the case
is closed.

What about unofficially?

Well, Steve's going to get us a copy of
the autopsy report.

Something you don't know about all this.

with the police department.

Yes, medical advisor with the police
department.

My tenant isn't sick. She's dead.

Well, that's the worst kind of sickness.

Thank you for your help.

The tape is right over here.

Oh, no.

Oh, look at this.

Here's the tape.

And here's the phone book.

We're dead.

We got nothing, Mark. There's no way now
we're going to find out who she was

trying to blackmail.

Pretty thorough.

Ah.

But he was a cigar smoker.

Why? You don't see a match burned down
that far unless it was used to light a

pipe or a cigar.

That's what I know. Cigar smoker. Yeah.

You know, you hold the match and draw on
it until the cigar is evenly lit.

I don't think Sandy was a cigar smoker.

You think maybe the killer dropped it?

It was under the body.

I wonder when this place was cleaned
last.

Wait a minute. When I was leaving
yesterday, the maid was just coming in.

Well, it's a good bet that Sandy's
killer smoked a cigar.

Have a look around.

I wonder if she was trying to blackmail.

What are we looking for?

Anything that'll help.

There's a mail.

Bills.

Bills. Oh, how about this month's phone
bill?

Look at there. She called those three
numbers at least a half a dozen times

month. Well, let's see who answers.

Center for Psychic Harmony, Brother
Simmons' office.

Brother Simmons?

That's Brother Charles Simmons, that New
Age guru.

Michael Davis Construction.

This is Mr. Davis's office. Michael
Davis Construction?

He just announced he was going to go
public.

You've reached the voicemail for Joseph
Talbot. If you care to leave a message,

speak as soon as you hear the...

Talbot? Doesn't his family own the,
um... the Herald Express?

I just heard this guy's gonna be running
for governor soon, too.

Look, any one of these guys could lose a
lot by being associated with a call

girl, you know?

You know, without Sandy's blackmail
tape, we have no proof or motive.

Wait a minute. Sandy mentioned that she
gave a copy to somebody named, um... Oh,

damn it.

Lily.

Now, I don't know if that was a friend
or another call girl. I don't know.

Well, we have to find her.

Let's see what's on the box.

Hi, Sandy, it's Connie.

Did you get those travel brochures I
sent you? I haven't heard from you.

Hope you haven't forgotten lunch
tomorrow at my place, 12 .30.

Don't be late.

Monday, 6 .15 p .m.

The call was made last night, so that
means her lunch date is right about now.

Here we go. Connie Stockwell, 14
Bloomfield Street.

Let me go check that out, all right?
Maybe she knows who Willie is.

All right.

Talk to the three pillars of the
community and see what their alibis were

night.

I really didn't want a tour. I just
wanted a word with Brother

Simmons.

I'm afraid Brother Simmons doesn't see
anyone who hasn't been elevated to a

level five harmonic stage.

A level five what?

I'm sorry. I shouldn't have expected you
to understand.

We here at the Center for Psychic
Harmony strive for higher levels of

harmonic convergence.

Gee, what are they doing?

Candidate members of the center all
undergo an aura evaluation session with

harmonizer to assess their level of
psychic evolution.

Looks like an EEG machine.

Oh, this is much more sensitive.

These electrodes...

can pick up psychic reverberations in
the inner cranial cavity.

Oh, may I?

Oh, sure. Thank you.

Kind of like you're tapping the old
melon to see if it's still ripe.

Huh? I'm sorry. It's fascinating.

Some of this may seem frivolous, but not
to the thousands who have gone through

the center and successfully reached new
levels of psychic awareness.

Just awfully dry. Might I have a little
glass of water?

Of course.

Thank you.

Thank you so much. I appreciate it.

Something wrong?

I'll be right back.

Brother Simmons wants to see you
immediately.

Really? Well, imagine that.

Right this way.

This is an honor, Doctor.

Please, have a seat. Thank you.

I never met anyone who registered level
18 on their first encounter with the

Harmonizer. Well, you still haven't.

I cheated.

What? I work with EEG machines at the
hospital. It was easy to fix the dials.

I wanted to talk to you about Sandy
Hoyle.

Who might that be?

She's a call girl you know very well.

Brother Daniel sends security to my
office.

You're seriously mistaken, Doctor.

Sandy was a call girl who was trying to
blackmail several rich clients.

Now she's dead.

You're rich.

You have a public reputation, a
lucrative business to protect.

And your office number appeared several
times on her phone bill.

Now it doesn't take a level 18 psyche to
make the obvious connection.

Anyone can call my office. That proves
nothing. Where were you last night?

Why should I tell you?

Well, you have to tell someone sometime,
like the police.

I was right here.

I'm quite alone, I'm afraid.

You and your inner self.

Oh, by the way, what's your fever cigar?

I never touch them.

Show him out.

Oh, don't give the guard a hard time,
doctor.

It's only level three.

It's not bad.

I don't know anything about your murder.

Sorry, I can't help you, Dr. Sloan.

How did you pay for Sandy's services?
Did you take it out of company funds?

You didn't answer my question, Mr.
Davis.

I might have paid her out of petty cash
once or twice. It's my company. Who

cares? Well, the Securities and Exchange
Commission might.

I've got nothing to hide, Dr. Sloan.

Well, you announced that you were going
public with the Michael Davis

construction. That means you have to
open your books to the SEC.

I don't know what you're talking about.

Goodbye.

Mr. Davis.

What if you doctored your books to hide
your payments to Sandy and she

threatened to go public? Now, that's a
good reason to want her dead.

I didn't kill her.

Where were you last night?

Working on blueprints in the trailer
alone.

You got a bad cough there. You smoked?

I quit six months ago.

My doctor says it wasn't good for my
health.

Bye. Good.

Try a little cider vinegar and honey.

Excuse me.

Connie?

You Connie Stockwell?

How did you get in here?

Take it easy. I rang the front doorbell.
Nobody answered, so... Who are you?

I'm a friend of Sandy's.

Please leave me alone.

Look, if you could just give me a
minute.

Okay?

Connie, from what I understand, you and
Sandy were in the same line of work.

Nobody knows me that way anymore.

That part of my life is over.

Well, Sandy's whole life is over.

I know it's a bad time for you right
now, but I just need some information.

Do you know anybody named Lily?

Max, this guy is trying to sell us
insurance and won't take no for an

Come on. Do I look like a moron to you?

Turn around.

Let's see.

How you doing, Max?

It's a real pleasure to meet... Whoa!

You understand now?

Beat it.

No problem, Max.

Nice throw.

See, I knew you'd show up.

You've been undressing me with your eyes
for so long now, it is unbelievable.

All right, A .B., here you go. Here's
your dynasty.

I've got a treat for you. Jack, I'm a
pathologist. I see dead bodies every

That was funny.

All right, guys, what's up?

Steve just sent over this autopsy report
on Sandy Hoyle.

She definitely died from a heroin
overdose.

Self -administered or forced?

Inconclusive. The preliminary report
showed no sign of chronic drug use.

However, we won't have the full chem
test back until Friday.

So now what?

Well, neither Simmons or Davis had a
decent alibi for last night.

People will have better luck with
Talbot.

I still think that Connie's our best
lead to Lily and Sandy's backup tape.

Connie, the call girl.

Ex -call girl.

You know what her husband doesn't know?

The guy is, like, unbelievably
overprotective. He threw me in a pool.

I'll tell you later.

Connie might lead us to Lily, Mark, but
she's not going to want to talk.

I might be able to change her mind.

How?

I have an idea.

Hey, where you going?

A .B. You worry me when she does that.

Norman!

What are you doing here?

I work here, Norman. Not while you're on
vacation.

It isn't me, Sloan.

It's the ethics committee.

They worry that you might have been,
well, you know what I'm saying. Norman,

Miss Hoyle was my patient like any other
patient, despite her profession.

Exactly. I told them it was an outrage.

Ridiculous. You're a doctor, for God's
sake.

Besides, your private life is your own
business.

Comprende? Thank you, Norman.

Forget it.

I'm behind you 100%. Just stay out of
sight.

Trust me.

He's a big help, isn't he?

They don't know which worries me most,
being discussed by the Ethics Committee

or being defended by Norman Briggs.

Hey, Connie.

Do I know you?

No, but Sandy told me all about you.

Terrible thing that happened to her.

Yes, it is.

What did Sandy tell you?

Oh, relax, honey. I'm not here to give
you any grief.

Thing is, I just got in from Chicago.

Sandy was supposed to set me up. Her
girlfriend is dead.

So I was thinking you might want to put
me up here for a few days. You know,

until I get connected.

I can't do that. Connie!

I'll be right there, honey.

your husband with a sexy voice? No.

Oh, he doesn't know about you?

Look, if you need money for a hotel...
No.

I couldn't ask that of you, but maybe
you could help me find... What's her

Lily?

The person you want to speak to is
Madame Elaine.

Oh, thanks. Thank you. You've been such
a big help. I love this place.

I hope I am as successful as...

Whoa,

Nellie.

Doesn't seem to want me to ride her.

How long since you've been on a horse?

Well, if you don't count the ones that
go up and down America, I'll never.

I don't understand.

Well... Your secretary told me where I
could find you, Mr.

Talbot.

Excuse me?

I'm Dr.

Mark Sloan. I'm a medical advisor to the
police department.

I'm looking into the death of your
friend Sandy Hoyle.

I don't know the woman.

Well, I have the phone bill here of
Sandy to prove that she knew you because

called you five times on your private
line last week. That doesn't mean I

to her.

Well, I mean, one of those phone calls
lasted 40 minutes.

You know, it's not too good for your
political career to be seeing a call

is it, Mr. Talbot?

I was introduced by a lobbyist.

I was an idiot to get involved with her.

Where were you last night?

Preparing a speech for a fundraiser this
weekend.

Uh -huh. Alone?

Of course.

I didn't kill her, Dr. Sloan.

Do you smoke, Mr. Talbot?

No. It's a filthy habit.

Well, so is accepting introductions to
call girls from politicians.

Horse!

Horse!

Horse! Hey!

I got a deposit on you!

Hey, horse!

Are you sure about this?

Connie Stockwell said if anyone knew
where to find Lily, it's Maddie Mulane.

Besides, I hear she serves a mature,
respectable clientele.

You fit half that description anyway.
Thank you.

Which half?

Irrespectable.

Guess better, Mulane. I'm Mark Sloan.

Ah, references.

References? Who gave you my name?

Connie Stockwell.

I don't know her.

Ramon? Wait a minute, how about Sandy
Hoyle?

Yeah, a terrible tragedy.

I'll miss her.

Sit down.

Thank you.

Had you been seeing Sandy long?

No, actually, we had just met.

Such a sweet girl.

Did she tell you to see me?

No, really, I wanted to ask you a couple
of questions about Sandy, if you mind.

Just who are you?

I'm Dr. Mark Sloan. I'm a medical
investigator with the police department.

Good night, Doctor. Ramon?

Well, no, I'm not trying to close you
down or anything like that at all. A

friend of mine was very close to Sandy.
We want to find out if she was murdered

and who did it.

I can't talk here. There's too many
ears. Will you come this way? Thank you.

Excuse me.

They're clean ears.

Sure.

Wait in there, precious. I'll be with
you as soon as I tend to my other

All right. Thank you.

Hello. I'm waiting for a madam at
Elaine.

I know.

I'm Bambi.

I thought I'd come and keep you company.

Madame Elaine didn't want you getting
lonely.

Oh, I'm not lonely.

It's not so rare and curious a thing as
people think.

Thomas Wolfe. No, I'm never lonely. I'm
always with my patients.

Oh, you're a doctor? Yes, I am a doctor.

Great. Well, then I'll be the patient
who desperately needs an exam.

Oh, no.

That's not what I meant exactly.

Relax. This is on the house.

Compliments of Madame Elaine.

Yeah, well, what the heck?

Now you're getting the hang of it.

Madam Elaine isn't coming up to meet me
at all, is she? In fact, she's trying to

tape us right now, isn't she?

No, you've got it all wrong.

Look, Bambi, I just came to ask Madam
Elaine some questions about Sandy Hoyle.

Did you know Sandy?

Yeah, I knew Sandy.

Do you know Lily?

Lily? Lily is her mother.

She just lives a couple blocks from
here.

Sandy bought her the house.

Of course.

Of course.

Hey, listen.

I'm gonna get in a lot of trouble if
Madame Elaine just thinks that I only

to you. I mean, I was supposed to... I
know what you're supposed to do. Look,

don't worry about it, Bambi. Nobody will
ever know.

You, uh, undress and lay down on the bed
and I'll, uh...

Okay.

All right.

Feeling better, Doctor? Oh, Bambi,
amazing.

Wonderful girl.

All right, please, breathe!

Sloan.

Detective, we're going to have to stop
meeting like this.

Well, Steve warned me you liked to play
detective.

Well, I... I like to look into things,
Mr. Hoyle. Well, next time, try not

looking into things in the middle of a
bus ride, okay?

Look, that you have my promise.

What were you looking into in there
anyhow?

Sandy Hoyle was blackmailing her three
best customers.

She had evidence against them on tape.

You have a tape?

No, the killer burned it the night she
died.

Yeah, we think that Sandy gave Lily a
copy to memorize.

She said that all the blackmail
information was in Lily's head.

Any idea where we can find this Lily
character?

Lily is Sandy's mother.

Sandy was trying to protect her. Right,
and she bought her a house nearby.

Here's the address.

Mind if I tag along?

I think I can handle this one on my own,
Doc. Well, I've seen it this far. I'd

like to see it to the end.

Uh -huh.

Well, I guess this way I can keep an eye
on you, right?

But just you, Doc.

See ya.

You two back to the hospital.

Sandy's given me quite a few things over
the years.

We're trying to find the man who killed
her.

Sandy didn't give you any information to
memorize?

No. Did she give you any papers or tape?
Audio tape, maybe?

Sandy was always giving me so much.

This house, the car.

boat.

I don't remember any tapes.

Why was she giving me these things?

I'm sure because she loved you very
much.

Oh, thank you.

Just try to help.

Forget it, Doc. I still say the old lady
doesn't know a thing.

Jack must have misunderstood what Sandy
told him.

That happens.

Dispatch to car 93.

93, go ahead.

Captain Headley wants your paperwork on
the raid at 902 Eastmont within the

hour, Detective.

Yeah, tell him I'm on my way in, over.

Well, if there is a tape, we'll find it.

Thanks for your help, Doc.

Stay out of trouble. Will.

So long, Detective.

What? You seen Jack and Amanda?

They were just here.

It's hopeless.

What's hopeless?

I mean, what do you get a woman whose
father is rich enough to buy her a yacht

for Christmas?

Yacht?

Boat? Yeah.

I mean, there isn't anything she
couldn't have if she wanted it.

It's hopeless.

Hey, Dick.

Mark, did Lily have the tape?

No. No, she didn't.

Listen, when Sandy told you about Lily,
what were her exact words?

She said she was keeping a copy of the
tape in Lily's head.

She seemed to think it was some kind of
joke. It was a joke, and I just got the

punchline.

You can't even tell the difference
between a yacht and a boat.

hears this, well, it's probably because
I'm dead.

I'm planning to blackmail three men,
Charles Simmons, Michael Davis, and

Talbot, but none of them would have the
guts to kill me.

The only man who worries me is this
crooked cop who's been giving me

the last year.

His name is Andy Ruggio.

All right, it's over.

Show yourself.

Not quite, detective.

You know, like I said, we have to stop
eating like this.

All right, Sloan, just hand over the
tape.

No, I don't think I can do that.

You know what I think?

I think when Sandy decided to quit, that
you threatened to kill her.

So she made this tape, not just to
blackmail her customers, to protect

from you.

You got nothing there, Doc, but the
rantings of a drugged -out hooker.

Well, I don't think so.

You know why?

I found a wooden match burned way down
the end like that.

You know the way you burn a wooden match
down when you light a cigar?

Like the matches in the ashtray of your
car are all burned down.

And I found this one buried in the
carpet underneath Sandy's body.

Now, that would put you at the scene of
the murder before her death.

So I think you killed her, destroyed the
blackmail tape, and thought it was all

over. Oh, Doc, don't stop now.

Well, then you heard about the second
tape, the one in Lily's head.

You probably thought it was just another
hooker. I did. We all did.

Until I saw that picture of the boat in
the old lady's house.

So then you knew that not only was Lily
Sandy's mother's name, but Lily was the

name of the boat.

You knew exactly where to find that
tape.

In the bathroom on the boat.

In the head. In Lily's head.

Sandy's last little joke.

Yeah. Well, Doc, it looks like you got
it all figured out.

Except who gets the last laugh.

Goodbye, Doctor. Oh, I see.

I'm not supposed to fall for that, am I?

No, not you, Andy.

You're a smart cop.

So don't do anything stupid.

You're under arrest, Andy.

You know the drill.

Have you got any, uh, travel need? I was
on that boat a long time.

Oh, come on, we'll get you something.

Hi, Mark.

Hi.

You know, today's Saturday.

And I wanted to make sure you weren't
planning any fuss, because I hate fuss.

I don't want any fuss, nothing, okay?

Okay.

Are you really not planning anything?

No presents, no surprises, nothing?

Well, you said you didn't want any fuzz.
You're right. I don't want any fuzz.

Nothing.

She's on her way.

Oh, this is incredible.

I don't know what to say.

You have no idea how hard it is to find
something for a girl who has everything.

This was Jack's idea?

Well, we all chipped in.

Sweet Jack.

You know, Amanda, I gotta tell you, the
other day I saw a side of you that I've

never seen before, you know?

And I'm thinking, in fact, we were all
thinking that maybe, maybe that was the

real you.

Maybe that was the inner you.

You know, the secret you.

The you that you never knew. So, thank
you.

IFCOM.