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End desk.

-Where's my fill, Harry?
-Hey, Matt, made partner yet?

Not quite.
Where's my confirmation number?

I still got a desk open for you
out here.

Yeah, I bet you do.
What is my confirmation number?

Uh. Mary, get me Matt Wade's
confirmation number.

Oh, come on, Harry.
It's 3:00 a.m. in the morning.

You know I can't wait.
I've got a ton-load

of prices going on.

Look, I've got big trade
in front of you, Matt.

I can't fill you yet.

Yes, you can, Harry.
You'd hit my price.

You do it now, Harry.
You fill me now.

I'm sorry,
I can't help you, Matt.

You hear that, Harry?
I took a picture of my screen.

It hit my price and I'm filled.

-Have you got that?
-I'm sorry, Matt.

I'm still waiting
for your confirmation number.

Look, Harry. I'm begging you,
if you don't fill me,

I'm gonna get buried.
I am getting down on my knees.

I can't help you, Matt.

You fill me right now, Harry.
I need you to fill me.

Okay.

But you owe me.

Confirmation number, 75649.

Got you, you bastard.

Yes!

Hey, Matt.

You look good in that chair.

Robin, what are you doing here?

You didn't come to my party.

Your husband's
got me working nights.

I only threw the party
so I could see you again.

-Right.
-It's true.

Did you and David
have a good time?

Are you kidding?

David's friends are so boring,
they might as well be dead.

I miss it here.

You should never have left.

Sorry, Mr. Perfect.

Anyway, I couldn't come back,
I've lost my edge.

Too much money.

Not enough sex.

Well, that's what happens
when you marry the boss.

Still jealous.

I'm gonna get you a limo.

I don't need a limo, Matt.

I need you.

Don't do this, Robin.

What's the matter?
Don't you like me anymore?

-It's not the point.
-Well, then take me.

Come on. We can go back
to your apartment.

I know you're too busy
for a girlfriend.

I don't think
that's a very good idea.

Look at me, Matt.

I'm still the same person,
you know?

Put your coat back on.

Come on. What's the matter?

Don't you remember how good
it was between us?

-He wasn't your husband then.
-So what?

So what?

He's my boss.

Look, David controls
51 percent of this company

and I control David.

I can get you off
the Asian markets, Matt.

I can get you into the big time.

I'll make them double
your portfolio.

I can do that.

Hey, Matt?
You in here?

I'll get you next time.

He's in here, Joey.

Good morning. Mrs. Millman.

What are you doing here?

I forgot something
in David's office.

Nice seeing you guys.

Yeah. Well, see you soon.

Good night, Robin.

"Good night, Robin."

Whoa. Oh, check you out.
No, no.

The fuck was happening with you

two or three o'clock
in the morning?

-Nothing.
-Did you do her?

No. No, of course not.
She's married.

Oh, Jesus,
you are such a boy scout.

She's married to the boss, Joey.

You know,
you have got to loosen up

on this white bread moral code

or else you're never gonna
make it in big time.

Spare me the lecture, all right?
I have been up all night.

No, hey,
you should listen to me.

You want something, you take it.

Millman's been screwing you over
on these dying bank accounts

for over a year now.
Strike back, man. Fuck his wife.

It'll make you feel better.

See you at 9:00.

-Yeah.
-Good morning, slacker.

Sleeping in again?

You put me
on the Asian markets, David.

I just got home.

Oh, yeah. That's right.

How did you do?

I made a few dollars on the yen.

Good boy. Listen,

get your ass back in here.
I need to talk to you.

Now?

Yes, now.

Christ.

-Hey, Matt.
-Hey.

Clearly 160,
240. I said 160, 240!

Are your ears broken
or is your phone broken?

-Yeah.
-160, 240. Sold.

-Making money, Joey?
-Oh, man. I am beating them up.

Hey.

-Yen's looking good, man.
-Yeah. Yeah. Yeah.

And the old man's been waiting
for you.

Oh, let him wait.
He wasn't here all night.

Mr. Wade, get in here, please.

Watch your back, man.

Close the door.

I understand my wife paid you
a little visit last night.

No, she came to pick something
up from your office.

Oh?

You can ask Joey.
He was here.

It's okay. Don't worry about it.

Listen...

I got a call
from New Orleans yesterday.

It seems some local billionaire
saw you give a paper

down in Baton Rouge last month
and he was impressed.

So?

So, he wants you
to go down there

and make a personal
presentation.

If he likes what he sees,
you get the account.

Come on, David. I am working
here 20 hours a day.

Don't waste my time
on this shit.

Oh, you're big time now.

You don't want the 500 million?

-Five hundred million?
-Yeah.

I called his bank. It's just
sitting there on deposit.

Jesus, I don't understand.
Why me?

I have no idea, believe me.

I tried to talk him out of it.

I told him you couldn't handle
the account, but he insisted.

He thinks you're the next
Warren Buffett.

What about the market?

Don't worry about it.
Just spread down to neutral.

Anything radical happens,

you can get your ass back here
in a couple of hours.

This is your chance to get off
the Asian markets, bright boy!

Fuck the Asian markets, David.

If I land
the 500 million dollars...

you have to make me a partner.

Hey, you land 500 million,
and I might just do that.

No, Harry.
I don't wanna sell my position.

Hotel de Ville, please.
That's right. Yeah.

-Good day.
-Good afternoon.

Mr. Wade.

Do I know you?

No, but I recognize
that fancy New York suit.

Welcome to New Orleans.

I'm here to take you out
to the estate.

-To Mr. Dubois' estate?
-That's right.

I have to check in first.

Mr. Dubois would like to see you
right now.

He didn't like
to be kept waiting.

Okay. Fine.
Let's get this over with.

Mr. Dubois thought
you might wanna pass

by the quarter before
we head out to the estate.

No, I wanna close the deal

and get back
to New York tonight.

Whatever you say, my friend.

But you should know,

things tend to take
a little time down here.

Harry.

Harry, would you listen to me?
I want to increase my position.

Yeah. Harry. Harry.

Shit. I lost the signal.

Relax, Mr. Wade. We're here now.

You can use Mr. Dubois' phone.

Not bad.

Who is that?

Oh, that's Mrs. Dubois.
She's from Paris, France.

Really?
Mr. Dubois is a very lucky man.

That's for sure.

-Thank you.
-You're welcome, sir.

Ah, good afternoon, Mr. Wade.

Many apologies
for the weather, sir.

It's a pleasure to meet you,
Mr. Dubois.

No, sir. I'm the butler.

Um. This way, sir.

Thank you.

-This place is amazing.
-Well, the family built it

when they came over from France
in 1788.

1788?

And just before
the French Revolution.

Hmm. Good timing.

Thank you.

Uh. This will be
your room, sir.

I'll bring your bags up
in a moment.

Great. Where's the phone?

Just here, sir.

Wow. Look at that setup.

Ah, Mr. Dubois had them
delivered for your convenience.

Dinner will be served
at 8:00 p.m. sharp, sir.

Fine.
Uh, could you tell Mr. Dubois,

I'll make the presentation
after dinner?

Uh, very good, sir.

That feels good, doesn't it?

That's a good boy.

Isn't he gorgeous?

Hmm. Finally, Mr. Wade.

Francois Dubois.
Welcome to Louisiana.

You leave your watch behind
in New York City?

No, no, I'm sorry.
I was working the market.

I could've made you
some money today.

I think I'll survive.
Do sit down.

Right. Thank you.

Would you like some wine,
Mr. Wade?

No. Thank you.
I don't drink when I'm working.

Please, call me Matt.

You must drink with me,
Mr. Wade, working or not.

My house, my rules. Laurence?

Okay. Thank you.

Well, to your health, son.

My wife thinks I drink too much.

Francois.

Oh, I'm sorry.
Am I being rude again?

Well, don't worry.
She'll apologize for me later.

She'll tell you
that I can't help myself.

Francois, please.

"Francois, please."

Jesus, listen to yourself,
woman.

I'm really sorry, Mr. Wade.

Mm. You see?

I told you, she'd start
apologizing for me.

Mm.

Are you married, Mr. Wade?

No. I haven't been lucky enough
to find the right woman.

Lucky?
You must be kidding.

The only thing worse than
not finding a woman to marry you

is finding one that will.

Right.

Laurence, get another bottle.

So, is this your first time
in Louisiana, Mr. Wade?

No. I gave a paper
down in Baton Rouge

about a month ago.

Where the hell is that wine?
Laurence! Come on!

Come on! Oh, I can do that.

Oh, Jesus. Goddamn it!

Oh, God!

All right. I'm going to bed!

No, Francois.
We haven't finished dinner yet.

Francois?

Emily.

Can I have my pills?

Uh. Mr. Dubois,
what about the presentation?

We can do that tomorrow.

Emily! I said,
can I have my pills,

-please?
-The doctor said you're not--

I don't give
a rat's ass about the doctor.

Give me my pills.
Give them to me.

-Oh, stop it, Francois.
-I need to sleep,

Emily. Please, give them to me,
goddamn it.

I'll do that. God.

Thank you.

Good night, Mr. Dubois.

I'm so sorry.

Don't be.

I have to go up
and make sure he gets into bed.

Right.
I need to call the office,

-check in on the market.
-Of course.

Good night, Mr. Wade.

Night.

David. Matt.

Where the hell
have you been?

I've been calling your hotel
every half hour.

Calm down, David.
I'm staying with Dubois.

Has he got the money?

The bank says yes.

But I don't know,
Dubois could be wasting my time.

I don't think 500 million

is a waste of time, Matthew.

Close the deal and get back here
tomorrow, okay?

You got it.

♪ Oh, no ♪

♪ Oh, no ♪

♪ Oh, no ♪

♪ Oh, no ♪

All right. Here we go.

Oh. Here he is.

Mr. Wade.

My wife and I
were just talking about you.

How did you sleep?

Fine. Thank you. Great bed.

I hope you didn't find it
too hot for you last night.

No, uh, no,
it was, uh, it was fine.

-Thank you.
-Mm.

Where should I set up
for the presentation?

The presentation? Jesus.

I don't know
the first thing about you

and you wanna make
a presentation?

No, no, no, Mr. Wade.

We have special needs down here.

My estate is quite unique.

You must be completely familiar

with the complexities
of my financial situation

before you can even think
about making a presentation.

I do need to get back
to New York

at some point, Mr. Dubois.

Yes, I understand that, son,

but there's no point
in going back to New York

without my money now, is there?

That depends on exactly
how much we're talking about.

We're talking about
the whole 500 million,

give or take.

Now, Laurence will give you
the accounts.

My beautiful wife will show you
around my estate.

Do you ride, Mr. Wade?

I used to, but I haven't
really had the chance

since I moved to New York.

Well,
then we'll take the horses.

So how long
have you been married?

Seven years in May.

But you look so young.

We got married
on my 19th birthday.

Really?

He's not usually--

He wasn't always this way,
you know.

We had a car crash
nearly two years ago.

He was paralyzed
from the waist down.

We're still getting used to it.

You make it sound
as if it was your fault.

It was.

I was driving.

God, I'm sorry.

I wish you could have seen him
then, before the accident.

Oh, he was handsome...

and intelligent.
He knew everything.

We were so in love.

And now?

I don't wanna bore you
with my problems, Mr. Wade.

I'll race you to the trees.

I beat you.

I let you win.

Sure, Mr. Wade.

-Matt.
-Sure, Matt.

You ride well.
But Samson always wins.

He loves to run.

Then why do you whip him?

Pleasure can't exist
without pain, Matt.

Samson likes the sting
of the whip.

Deep down, we all do.

Really?

-You think so?
-Of course.

Just like, deep down,
we all like to watch.

You mean last night?

I'm sorry about that.

Don't apologize to me.

I was there, too.

I don't know what happened,
I just couldn't...

stop watching.

Did you like it?

I've never done anything
like that before.

Did you think about Chantal
last night?

What sort of a question is that?

It's a simple question, Matt.

I was thinking about you.

Race you back to the house.

So, did you enjoy the ride?

Yes.

Get the horses.

Good ride, Mr. Wade?

Great ride, great ride.
Amazing property you have here.

Oh, thank you, thank you.

Did you have fun, my dear?

Not as much fun
as we're gonna have tonight.

Oh, I can't go
to the Mardi Gras tonight.

-Francois, you promised.
-I know.

-You love the Mardi Gras.
-My back is killing me.

I want you to take Mr. Wade.

I don't want to go
without you. It's no fun.

I said I want you to take
Mr. Wade.

That's okay.
We could take the time

-to go over your accounts.
-No.

I don't wanna go over
my accounts.

I want you to escort my wife
to the Mardi Gras,

now that's not asking
too much, is it?

No. No, of course not.

All right.
Well, that's settled, then.

Well, let's have a drink.

Count Dracula?

You gotta be kidding.

-You're not dancing?
-Uh. No. I don't dance.

Oh, come on.

How do I look?

-Come on. Dance with me.
-I can't.

This is insane!

This is nothing!
Come on!

Do you think
they're in love?

I don't think
he knows her name.

You're probably right.

What is it
about this place?

It's the heat.

Don't tell me
you don't feel it.

Oh, I feel it.

I want you to have this.

No.

That's against the rules
of Mardi Gras.

You can't just give them to me.

I have to earn them.

How do you do that?

With a kiss.

Do you wanna kiss me?

I didn't say you could.

I just asked if you wanted to.

I want to.

Maybe later.

Emily!

Emily?

Come on, where are you?

You having a good night,
Mr. Wade?

What the hell do you think
you're doing?

It was Emily's idea.

She thought it
might loosen you up a little.

Sorry, Matt.
We didn't mean to scare you,

it was only a joke.

Very funny.

Oh. I'm sorry. I do apologize.

I only came down here
because of that

little bit of trouble
on Bourbon Street.

Couple of boys
got themselves killed.

Got killed?

Fighting over a woman.

Now, come on, get in.
We'll give you a ride.

Goodnight, Mr. Wade.

We'll be going in through
the side entrance.

Fine.

Matt?

Meet me in the stable.

You're not going down there.

You're not gonna blow this deal.

Thank you for calling
Hong Kong. Please hold.

End desk.

End desk.

You came.

I wasn't sure.

I'm not sure
what we're doing here.

I just want to show you
something.

Are you scared of me?

Should I be?

Probably.

Come on.

What is this place?

Slave quarters.

Francois's family built it when
this was a working plantation.

They had slaves?

Two hundred in the field
and a few more in the house.

I can't imagine
what that'd be like,

being chained up.

When the slaves
tried to escape,

they were punished.

They were whipped.

And they were left
chained here for the night.

Not one of them ever escaped.

Not one of them
even tasted freedom.

Sometimes...

I feel like
one of those slaves.

Trapped...

desperate.

You're not though.

You can leave.

I just want
to feel free for one night.

One night?

Just so I can remember
how it used to be.

Close your eyes.

Un-cuff me.

No.

Not yet.

God, you look beautiful.

Don't talk.

Yeah. Come in.

I'm sorry to wake you,
Mr. Wade.

I had your phones
disconnected last night

so that you could sleep.

Oh, shit. It's eleven o'clock.

It's a Mr. Millman
from New York.

He said it's urgent.

David?

-Has he signed yet?
-Not quite.

But, uh, we definitely closer.

Closer? Oh, good.

Fuck closer, Matt.
The market is shifting.

If you can't close this guy,
get your ass back here,

are we in agreement?

No, no, no. I can close him.

It's just that things tend to
take a little longer down here.

Did he like
the presentation?

-Jesus.
-Uh. I'm sorry,

-I missed that.
-I said,

how did he like
the presentation?

Uh. He hasn't seen it yet.

What the fuck do you mean
he hasn't seen it yet?

He wants me to understand
the special needs of his estate.

I've got a special need
for you, Matt.

Either you close this deal
and get your butt back here

by the end of the week
or my special need

is going to be to fire your ass.

Mm. Oh, we finally got you
out of your suit and tie.

Yes. Well, it's too humid
down here to be formal.

That, it is.
That, it is.

Sit yourself down.

Uh. Crawdad?

-Bloody Mary?
-Bloody Mary.

My wife doesn't like me
drinking before noon

but she's gone into town,

so we can have our own
little Mardi Gras.

-Cheers.
-Santé.

How are you feeling
this morning?

I'm great. I can't remember
the last time I slept so well.

I bet you don't even have
a hangover.

No. Just a burning desire
to talk to you

about your investment
portfolio.

A burning desire.

Jesus, I was just beginning
to like you.

Now, just slow down, son.

-I will, I will, but--
-But nothing.

I like to get to know people
before I get into bed with them.

I only do business
with people I trust.

Can I trust you, Mr. Wade?

You can if you're my client.

If you want my money,
you have to be patient.

Are you a patient man,
Mr. Wade?

When I need to be.

Well, you need to be right now.

Oh, by the way,

Laurence tells me
your hotel called.

Something about an urgent
package delivered for you.

So you'd better go down there.

You know, check out the quarter
while you're there.

Okay. I'm ready when you are.

Hmm. No, son, I'm not going.

Maurice will give you a ride,
just be back by then.

-Maybe he won't come.
-Are you kidding?

He'd be crazy not to
after last night.

-Here he comes.
-Okay.

Uh. I'll see you
back here at six.

Okay. Have fun, darling.

Chez Remy.

Chez Remy.

Hmm. This is so--
Can I help you, sir?

Yeah, I'm looking
for Emily Dubois.

Hello, Matt.

Remy, this is our friend,
Matt Wade.

Ah, welcome to New Orleans, son.

Thank you.
Good to meet you.

Remy's making the food
for our masked ball Friday.

That's right. I, uh, I got
the invitations right here.

You, do you want one?

Uh. No, thank you.
I won't be here on Friday.

Ah.

Take one, anyway.

You should stay for the ball.

People come from miles
to try my cooking.

Well, I'd love to, but I've got
to get back to New York.

Try my cooking and then tell me
you have to leave.

I got Emily set up
in a private room.

Come. This way.

You hungry?

-Starving.
-Good.

Now, put this on.

-Why?
-No arguments.

-Hands on the table.
-What?

Hands on the table.

-Ugh.
-What?

You don't like it?

Hmm.

Hmm. Smell that.

Oh.

-Oh!
-Put your head back.

-Great food.
-The best.

Nice hotel.
You travel in style.

Uh-huh.
I guess I have good taste.

I think that doorman
wanted to clean you up in here.

-That's your job.
-Huh? Is it?

Yes.

Hmm. That feels good.

Hmm. Right there.

-Can I wash your hair?
-Sure.

I'd love you to wash my hair.

-Hey.
-I had to wet your head.

Okay. But I'll slap you
next time.

-Oh, I might like that.
-I--

You've got beautiful hair.

I bet that's what
you say to all the women.

I've never washed
anyone's hair before.

-Sure?
-It's true.

Oh, come on.

I just never felt...

What?

I don't know. I've just never
felt like I feel with you.

And how's that?

Alive.

Free.

Happy.

Happy.

That's a tough one.

Why don't you come
to New York with me?

-What?
-I mean it.

You're so unhappy here.

You deserve better.

But you don't even know me.

Yes, I do.

I really think I do.

I know it sounds crazy but...

I feel I know you better
in three days

than I've ever known anyone
my whole life.

I want us to be together.

I could never leave Francois.

It would kill him.

He's killing you, Emily.

The man you married died
in a car accident two years ago.

He's gone.

If he's dead...

then I killed him.

I can't leave him.

He's choking you.

So then I'll die.

Where have you been, Emily?

-Why? What time is it?
-Seven-thirty.

Oh, no.

At last, they returned.

I'm sorry we're late.

It was my fault, Mr. Dubois.

What was your fault?

I ran into Emily
and asked her

-to show me around the city.
-Hmm.

I lost track of the time.

You lost track of time?

Did you lose track of your watch
as well, Emily?

No, Francois.

Let me take you to bed.

I don't ask very much, Emily.

But I do ask
that you're on time for dinner.

I don't think
that's being unreasonable.

Do you, Mr. Wade?

Do you think
that's being unreasonable?

We didn't mean to be late.

I've been sitting here
for fucking hours,

waiting for my wife
to explain herself...

which she's quite capable
of doing.

All right.

Forget it. Forget it.

Sit down.

Sit down!

I had Laurence
keep the food hot for you.

Thank you.

How's the food, Mr. Wade?

Good. Thank you.

Yeah. And how does it
compare to Remy's cooking?

I beg your pardon?

Please,
don't insult me, Mr. Wade.

I said, how does it compare
to Remy's cooking?

It's different.

I see.

The reason I ask is that
Cajun food makes my wife

a little crazy.

A little hot.

Stop it, Francois.

Something to do with the spices.

And I'd hate to put you
in that position.

After all,
she is a beautiful young woman.

And I'm just a useless,
dried-up, old cripple!

Francois!

You must have thought about it,
Mr. Wade.

You must have asked yourself
whether I could satisfy her?

You must have wondered
whether she could use

a fine, young man like yourself.

Probably thought
you were doing her a favor.

-Francois, please. You're drunk!
-You're damn right I'm drunk!

Nothing happened.

How do I know that?

She just told you
nothing happened.

-I'm going to bed.
-Wait a minute.

Why don't you invite Mr. Wade
to join you?

-Mr. Dubois.
-Shut up!

You came down here
to make a presentation.

All right.

-Make it. Now!
-No, Francois!

I decide who, I decide where,

and I decide when
in my own house.

-Shut up!
-I decide when,

where, and who in my house!

Matt, I need to be alone
with my husband, do you mind?

You're screwing
the guy right under my nose!

You're disgusting!
I told you nothing happened.

What kind of an idiot
do you think I am?

I mean, I may be old
and crippled, but I ain't blind.

Okay.
Well, tell me what you saw.

I saw plenty.

You were imagining things and...

Oh, I see.
So, now I'm senile?

-I didn't do anything.
-You did. You did.

Oh, you certainly did.

-You are crazy.
-Damn right!

-Whose fault is that?
-Well, it was my fault.

It's always my fault.
I made one stupid mistake.

Oh, shut it. I'm going to bed.

I told you nothing
happened.

I can't live like this.
You're jealous, you're drunk,

-you're always drunk.
-Yeah, well,

with a slut like you

-for a wife.
-You asshole!

Morning, Mr. Wade.

Hmm. My. You do look tired.

Hmm. I couldn't sleep.

Oh, well, not to worry.

You'll be back in New York
by this evening.

Back in your own bed.

Right.
Where do you want me to set up?

Hmm. In the dining room.

Emily said she'd join us
in about an hour.

Does that suit you?

Yes. That'll be fine.

The dining room has been cleared
for you, Mr. Wade.

Where are all my clothes
and my bags?

Uh, Mr. Dubois said you'll be
leaving after the presentation.

He asked me to pack for you.

So, you just packed up my stuff
without asking me?

I don't work for you, Mr. Wade.

I work for Mr. Dubois.

What the hell is going on here?

I was hoping you would make
your presentation.

That is why you came down here,
isn't it?

I'm not so sure anymore.

Well now, don't be like that.

I'm looking forward to this.
I love a good show.

Emily, do sit yourself
down here, darling.

Now, Mr. Wade,
if you'd sit on the other side.

I usually make the presentation
standing up.

Oh, really?

Well, now,
just turn off the lights

and come sit yourself down.

Oh! Oh, it's just like
being at the movies!

Would you like some lemonade?

This first graph represents
the growth

in the Dow Jones
over the past 20 years.

-Right.
-As you can see

with an average yearly increase
of 14 percent,

this made the market
a very attractive investment.

All right. All right.

Uh, could you hold it
right there?

Attractive is important.

Do you find my wife attractive?

-What?
-I said,

do you find my wife
sexually attractive?

A simple question.

I don't see what that has
got to do with the presentation.

I think it's got everything
to do with it.

What are you talking about?

-Jesus!
-You bastard!

Shut up, Emily.

You were watching us?

That's right.

I love to watch.

That's the only thing
I can do now.

You sick bastard!

Come on!

Where do you think you're going?

I'm taking Emily with me.

Oh, no, you're not.

I need to see Mr. Dubois.

Go home, Mr. Wade.

I don't wanna hurt you
but I've got my orders.

I need to see him.

You touch that gate,
I'm gonna blow your head off.

Mr. Dubois was very particular.

-This is ridiculous.
-How are y'all doing?

This arsehole just put a gun
to my head.

Whoa, whoa, whoa, now.
Hold on.

Don't get your panties
in a wad there, boy.

I need to see Francois
or Emily Dubois.

It's an emergency.

A emergency?

Boy, you beat up Ms. Dubois
pretty bad there.

What?

If it wasn't for one thing,
you'd be in jail right now.

What the hell
are you talking about?

Well, I-- I don't know
about up in New York City.

Down here in Louisiana,

we don't take too kindly
of folks beating up our women.

I didn't touch her.

I got me four witnesses
says you did.

This is ridiculous.
Have you seen her?

I don't have to see her.

If Mr. Dubois said
that you beat her,

then that's what happened.

You're kidding, right?

You have got to be kidding.
I did not touch Emily.

Dubois has lost
his fucking mind!

Does this look like
I'm kidding to you?

Does this look like
I am kidding you at all?

Now, I'm gonna tell you
something, son.

Now you got, hmm,

five seconds, maybe,
to get your penny loafers

back in that car,

or it's gonna get
real ugly here.

Five...

four... three...

Y'all come back now,

you hear?

Emily.

No, this isn't Emily
and it's not your Aunt Harriett.

Where the fuck have you been
all day, man?

I've just come back
from the estate.

-And?
-And what?

Did you close?

Not quite.

But he liked the presentation?

Hello? Anybody home?

I said, did he like
the presentation?

He loved it. Had a ball.

Hey!
Well, that's great!

It might take
a couple more days.

Hey, take your time.

Just be back here by Monday,
okay?

You got it.

Way to go, partner.

Way to go!

Shit!

Emily?

Emily, wait!

Wait for me!

Em-- Shit.

Emily, Emily, it's Matt.

-You're not Emily.
-I am tonight, sugar.

Matt! Matt!

I'm coming to get you.

Matt!

I'm not done with you yet, boy.

Have you come for a reading?

Matt! Where are you?

-Matt!
-What?

Have you come for a reading?

Yeah.

Sure.

Come with us.

Wow.

What is this place?

It is sacred.

You are safe here.

You must be cleansed.

What are you doing?

Drink.

What is it?

It will soothe you.

This is good.

-Drink.
-Drink.

Lie back.

That feels good.

Now, close your eyes.

You search for a woman.

That's right.

She has been taken from you.

Yes.

Ah.

You have feelings for her.

I love her.

She will destroy you.

My head's spinning.

-We can help you.
-We can help you.

Ah.

Fruit of the soul.

Emily.

Come to me, my love.

Emily.

Can I take a look

-at your invitation...
-What is that?

-...please?
-I don't know...

Okay? The rules
to get here is don't be late...

It's so much fun.
Let's keep going...

Well, you look great. Okay.

You might be
taking it off later on.

Oh, really?

All right. Move on up.

Move.

I can't find my ride.

May I escort you to the party?

Don't I know you?

No. I don't believe
I've had the pleasure.

Well, don't worry, honey.
I'll sneak you in.

Can I see your invitation,
please?

-I love your uniform.
-Thanks, Mr. Whitaker.

-Who's your friend?
-Are you blind?

He's Don Juan,
and I'm his senorita.

Let 'em through.

Thanks. I owe you.

Hey?
Where are you going?

I'll catch up with you later.

You better.

Now,
this is what I call a party!

Let's have a toast! To me!

All right, boys.

Well, let's get another drink,
yeah?

Drinks over here.

All right.

I'm not gonna hurt you,
okay?

Don't scream.

You scared me.
What are you doing here?

I need to see Emily.

Forget it.
Dubois's got her locked up.

-She's what?
-He locked her up.

The old bastard,
he wants to teach her a lesson.

Oh, Jesus.

He told the guards to shoot you
if they see you here.

Shoot me?

Emily told him
that she loves you.

She did?

And he beat her for it.

Oh, wait, wait, wait.

Okay.

You need to help me
find a way

of getting her out of here.

Okay.

Come with me.

How you doing?

Where are you at, baby?

I'm busy right now.

I've been looking for you.

All over.

You said you wanted
to get together.

Were you just teasing me?

I can't.

Mr. Dubois called me over
to watch his wife.

So...

watch her from...

out there.

Where is she gonna go
with those chains, huh?

You need the key.

Look after her.

Thanks.

Wh-- What are you doing here?

-You're coming with me.
-No. It's too dangerous.

If he finds you here,
he'll kill you.

-That's why we've got to hurry.
-I don't want you to get hurt.

I don't care.
I'm not leaving without you.

Harlan. Come in, Harlan?

Harlan?

Where the hell is my wife?

My wife has escaped!

Close the gates!

♪ Take it to the beat
Take it to the beat ♪

♪ Go, go, go ♪

They're over that wall.

♪ Go, go, go
Take it to the beat ♪

♪ Go, go, go, go ♪

♪ Take it to the beat ♪

♪ Go, go, go ♪

♪ Go, go, go
Take it to the beat ♪

♪ Go, go, go, go ♪

We better go straight
to the airport.

No. Let's just go to a hotel.

Francois can't touch us
in public.

-Are you sure?
-I'm sure.

We'll take the first flight
out of here in the morning.

You okay?

I can't believe
I left him.

What are you saying?

You wanna go back there?

No, of course not.

I wanna to go to New York
with you but I'm scared.

Don't be scared.
I'm gonna take care of you.

Not for me, for you.
You think he'll just let us go?

He's gonna make sure
you never work

on Wall Street again. So--

-I don't care.
-Let me finish.

What I mean is...

if you're gone in the morning...

I'll understand.

No. You don't understand.

For the first time in my life,
I don't care about my work,

I don't care about my career.

You're everything I want.

Everything I need.

I love you.

I love you.

What the hell
do you think you're doing?

Well, uh, I think
I'm arresting you

for the murder
of Francois Dubois.

Now get your butt out
of bed, boy.

-You what?
-I'm not gonna ask you again.

I want you out of that bed
and I want you on your knees.

Come on. Come on!

Cuff him, Earl.

Ms. Dubois, you can stay
right where you are.

Francois is dead?

I'm gonna pretend I never even
saw you here, Ms. Dubois,

but you're gonna have to come
down the morgue

and identify the body.

Oh, my God.

Yeah.
He was my friend.

That's why I'm sorry to see you
here with this foreign trash.

Emily...

Emily, you know
this is a mistake.

Shut your mouth, boy.

Earl, get some clothes on him
and get him out of here.

Ms. Dubois...

one of my boys will take
you down at the morgue.

Emily.
Emily, call me a lawyer.

-What?
-A lawyer. Get me a lawyer.

Sheriff?

Hey! I want the sheriff!

Will you shut up?

I want my phone call.

Sheriff wants you to cool off
for a while.

I have the right to make
one phone call.

And I got the right to beat
the living crap out of you,

if you give me any more shit.

The Dubois residence.

Laurence, this is Matt Wade.

I need to speak with Emily.

I'm sorry. Mrs. Dubois
is not available.

I know she'll wanna speak
to me, Laurence.

Please put her on.

I have my instructions,
Mr. Wade.

What instructions?

She does not want
to speak to you.

Please don't call
the house again.

Look, I just need her
for a minute.

Just tell her that I--

Laurence, if-- Laurence?

Shit.

-You had your call.
-I got cut off.

Well, that's just too bad.

We got to have our self
a little talk here.

I got cut off.
I need to speak to her.

Now, you brought that on
yourself, son.

Pick him up.

Son, that is the sorriest
story I ever heard.

You know why?
Because you see, I know

about the 500 million dollar
account

that you're trying
to win. Oh, yessiree, Bob, I do.

I think that you
went to the ball,

and you tried to blackmail
Mr. Dubois, but he refused.

I mean, after all,
you just fucked his wife!

And I think that you killed him.

Oh, come on, Sheriff.
Do I look like a killer to you?

Well, now everybody
has got it in them.

Yeah, bullshit!

You don't really think
I kill Dubois.

Oh...

Oh, yes, I do.

And I'm gonna tell
you something.

Francois Dubois,
he was a friend of mine.

I'm gonna get enough
evidence to put you away.

I'm gonna find enough evidence
to put you away for good.

You got that part?

Sheriff wants to see you.

Well, good morning, Matt.

I'm not changing my story.

No. I don't expect you to.

We got a little break
in the case today.

I want you... to take
a look at something.

I hope this thing's working.

Emily... uh...
if you're watching this tape,

it means
that I'm probably dead.

It's 4:00 or 5:00
in the morning.

And you still
haven't come back to me.

I know things haven't been easy
since the accident.

Not like it was before.

Do you remember...

how much in love we were and...

how we were gonna start
planning a family?

A boy and two little girls.

I wanted girls because
they always love their daddy.

I never stopped loving you.

You made life worth living.

I can't live without you.

I won't live without you.

I'm not gonna beg you
to come back to me.

It's too late for that now,
but...

Please remember me...

as I used to be.

Has Emily seen this?

She brought it
by this morning.

Can I see her?

You're free to go.
There's a couple of conditions.

What kind of conditions?

You can understand
that Mrs. Dubois,

she blames herself
for her husband's suicide.

Sure.

She needs time to-- to mourn...

to heal.

Absolutely.

She wants you
to leave Louisiana.

What?

She don't wanna see you,

she don't wanna speak to you,
she don't wanna hear from you.

She said she'd contact you
if and when that changes.

Bullshit.

Bullshit. No.
I don't accept that.

In consideration
for your cooperation,

she'll drop the charges
her husband filed against you.

What charges, sheriff?

But if you continue
to harass her,

try to contact her in any way,

she's gonna prosecute you.
Do you understand?

No.

No, I don't understand that.

She wants you out of town, Matt.

But I'm free to go?

Back to your life in New York.

I don't have a life
in New York.

Look, maybe I owe you
an apology.

I'll give you a lift
to the airport.

No. Thanks.

I've had enough
Southern hospitality

to last me a lifetime.

Get him out of here.

Emily!

Emily!

Emily!

Emily!

Look who's here.
I told you he'd make it.

What is this?

Emily, what's going on?

Matt?

Wonderful. Well...

well, you're just in time
for the party.

To Matt!

-Matt!
-To Matt!

To Matt!

I don't understand.
What the hell is going on here?

Oh, well, I...

I guess we... gotcha!

-Got me?
-Yes.

You know, tricked you.

Deceived you.

You see, um, Matt, I'm sorry,
but I was never that

pathetic cripple that you
took me to be.

And I would never leave
Francois.

Not even for you, Matt.

We all like to play
these games here.

Games of power.

Games of control.

We like to test people,
push them to their limit.

I must say, we--
we loved testing you.

This is just a game to you?

No, Matt.

It's not a game.

It's the game.

You bastard.
You fucking bastard.

You're a persistent
little shit, aren't you?

All right.

Except for Mardi Gras,

things are pretty boring
around here.

We have to amuse ourselves
somehow.

Yeah.

How dare you!

How dare you
do this to a person.

We were testing you.

Forging you.

You're a new man now.

What?

She's right.
You're one of us now, Matt.

One of you?

I'm one of you?
Are you fucking crazy?

-You made me sick--
-Hey, hey, hey!

Emily...

you're not like this.
I know that.

You're not like them.

Come with me.

-We can have a life together.
-Oh.

Amazing.
You never give up, do you, Matt?

You passed every test.
It's perfect.

What are you talking about?

Your character, Matt.

That's what I'm talking about.

Now, you defended Emily
when I attacked you both

for being late for dinner.

Now, I think that is loyalty.

Yes.

Your composure
when you made your presentation

was beyond brilliant.

I still don't know
how you got past my guards.

And I felt sure
the sheriff here would

scare you back to New York
but oh, no.

No. Here you are.

Determined and relentless
as ever.

You surprise me, Matt.

You're the man
we've been looking for.

You get the account.

-Yeah.
-Yeah. Hear, hear.

You're insane.

You're all insane!

I don't think he understands.

I don't want the money,
I want you!

I know
they tricked you into this.

I don't blame you.

Take my hand.

Come on, get up.

Matt...

Don't be stupid.

I was the one who chose you
in Baton Rouge.

It was my idea.

It was my idea from the start.

End desk.

Where's my fill,
Harry?

I've got it
right here, Mr. Wade.

-Confirmation number 8-9--
-Too slow, Harry.

Clear out your desk,
you're fired.

Oh, God.

Please don't, Mr. Wade.

My wife's pregnant.
I need this job.

That's too bad, Harry.

Mr. Wade? I'm begging you.

-Harry.
-Please, Mr. Wade. Please.

Harry! Relax.

I'm just kidding.

Pleasure can't exist
without pain.

What's that confirmation
number?

8-9-6-7-3.

Thank you, sir.

-Hey, David.
-Hey, hey.

I thought you and Robin
would've left already?

No.
She came down with a fever.

Been sick all day.

Listen, uh...

I just wanted to stop by
and thank you again

for setting me up with Dubois.
I can't wait to meet him.

Nothing like
Southern hospitality.

You're welcome.
Francois loves to entertain.

-Great.
-He wants to evaluate

all the patents himself.

Evaluate?
What do you mean?

You'll see.

You better run
if you wanna make that flight.

Right. Hey, call me
if the market shifts.

Thanks again.
I'm out of here.

-Have a good flight.
-Bye.

Robin, hi. It's Matt.

Are we still on
for dinner tonight?

Good. Can't wait.

♪ Can't be what I'm not ♪

♪ But maybe I'll be yours ♪

♪ For tonight ♪

♪ Don't want it to stop ♪

♪ And maybe we'll be one ♪

♪ To the light ♪

♪ I just wanna taste your skin ♪

♪ As we begin to do ♪

♪ The lover's dance ♪

♪ I just wanna feel the heat ♪

♪ When bodies meet ♪

♪ We embrace ♪

♪ Lover's trance ♪

♪ Can't be what you want ♪

♪ But maybe I can be ♪

♪ What you need ♪

♪ Didn't meant to taunt ♪

♪ But maybe we could share ♪

♪ Lover's greed ♪

♪ I just wanna taste your skin ♪

♪ As we begin to do ♪

♪ The lover's dance ♪

♪ I just wanna feel the heat ♪

♪ When bodies meet ♪

♪ We embrace ♪

♪ In lover's trance ♪

♪ Can't be what you dream ♪

♪ But maybe I could be ♪

♪ Your fantasy ♪

♪ I'm not what I seem ♪

♪ Maybe you could be ♪

♪ A dream for me ♪

♪ I just wanna taste your skin ♪

♪ As we begin to do ♪

♪ The lover's dance ♪

♪ I just wanna feel the heat ♪

♪ When bodies meet ♪

♪ We embrace ♪

♪ In lover's trance ♪

♪ I just wanna taste your skin ♪

♪ As we begin to do ♪

♪ The lover's dance ♪

♪ I just wanna feel the heat ♪

♪ When bodies meet ♪

♪ We embrace ♪

♪ In lover's trance ♪