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[WHIMSICAL MUSIC]

[INDISTINCT CHATTERING]

OK.

Here's to Margaret and her final decree.

Woo!

Hear, hear.

It only gets better from here.

Mm, mm, mm.

I think I'm in love already.

[GIRLS GIGGLING]

Oh my god.

Look, you got the guy's attention,

go and do something about it.

Come on.

Do it.

I can't.

Why not?

I mean, I know I can.

I just-- I can't.

No, it's OK.

You just need a little more time.

I'm taking two weeks off from work.

Good.

Take your cruise.

Take a cruise.

I have like the most amazing affair on a cruise.

Guys, great sex with a stranger, goes like, this for the ego.

[ALL LAUGHING]

You are so bad.

What?

Do you mean to tell me [INAUDIBLE]..

I'm sorry, guys.

[INAUDIBLE] And Henry-- I mean--

You don't remember when you were going

to tell me about [INAUDIBLE].

[INAUDIBLE] you know how guys [INAUDIBLE]

[INAUDIBLE]

[LAUGHTER]

Well, maybe a little.

See.

Margaret, it was worth divorcing him just

to find out how [INAUDIBLE].

I thought you guys liked Henry.

He was OK.

[INAUDIBLE]

He was sexy.

[INAUDIBLE]

Let's start with someone who doesn't

fold his dirty underwear before putting them in the hamper.

[LAUGHTER]

He's careful.

Go get it.

Go!

Go, go!

OK.

Good.

Excuse me.

Can I have a champagne cocktail, please?

[CHEERING]

Thanks.

[MYSTERIOUS MUSIC]

[SIGHS]

[FIRE CRACKLING]

What the hell am I doing?

[SIRENS]

Certainly, I understand, sir.

But our books are handbound in genuine leather and an

outstanding bargain of only--

Hello, ma'am.

I'm with Northwest Heritage Publications.

And I'd like to offer you an incredible--

bargain.

[GRUNTS]

WOMAN 1 (ON TV): It was a present from some guy who owns

half of Kuwait.

Congratulations.

WOMAN 2 (ON TV): To you through the disguise of her story.

WOMAN 3 (ON TV): Old man Buford even

making us an offer like that.

[WOMAN MOANING]

[PHONE RINGING]

Hello?

I'm sorry, what did you say?

MAN (ON PHONE): Uh, yeah.

Is Sandra there?

No, you have the wrong number.

MAN (ON PHONE): No, wait.

Is this 555-1963?

Yes, but there's no Sandra here.

Look, I'm sorry, but--

MAN (ON PHONE): We met last night.

She gave me this number, but I guess--

look, I'm sorry to interrupt you.

No, that's OK.

My husband and I were just watching a movie.

MAN (ON PHONE): Oh, yeah?

Which one?

I don't know.

Some cable thing.

MAN (ON PHONE): Not that sexy one?

How did you--

MAN (ON PHONE): Oh, when you picked up,

your, uh, [INAUDIBLE].

Listen.

[WOMAN MOANING]

Well, I guess I better get back to my husband.

MAN (ON PHONE): Right, your husband.

[CHUCKLES]

MAN (ON PHONE): You have a great laugh.

Oh, come on, you can do better than that.

MAN (ON PHONE): No, really.

My name is Blaze.

Well, Blaze--

BLAZE (ON PHONE): Right.

Well, it was nice talking to you.

Nice try.

BLAZE (ON PHONE): OK, 555-1963.

You take care, and you tell that husband that he's a lucky guy.

OK, I will.

[WOMAN GROANING ON TV]

Each volume contains no fewer than five full-color plates,

and the genuine leather bindings are embossed with 24 karat--

gold.

All I need is your credit card number,

and we'll get it to you timely.

You son of a bitch.

You've been having an affair, haven't you?

How could you?

My wedding dress?

[PHONE RINGING]

That was my grandmother's, for Christ's sake.

MAN (ON TV): I said I was sorry.

Hello?

MAN (ON TV): Things got out of hand.

BLAZE (ON PHONE): 555-1963?

MAN (ON TV): Shit, I have a few friends over, and you--

Yes?

MAN (ON TV): --act like it's the end of the world.

BLAZE (ON PHONE): It's me. Blaze.

WOMAN (ON TV): That dress was packed away in my closet.

Sandra's still not here.

BLAZE (ON PHONE): Not even under the bed?

MAN (ON TV): I was drunk.

WOMAN (ON TV): That's your justification?

Look, it's kinda late.

BLAZE (ON PHONE): You watching dirty movies again?

No.

Are you?

BLAZE (ON PHONE): No.

I thought I'd just call and see if you were feeling any better.

What's that supposed to mean?

BLAZE (ON PHONE): Well, last night, you seemed kind of down.

That obvious, huh?

BLAZE (ON PHONE): Mm.

What kind is it?

What are you talking about?

BLAZE (ON PHONE): The ice cream.

You're eating ice cream, aren't you?

I do the same thing when I'm down.

I am not eating ice cream.

BLAZE (ON PHONE): Yes, you are.

Anyway, I just called to see if you were feeling any better.

Doesn't it strike you as peculiar

calling people up in the middle of the night

to ask them how they feel?

BLAZE (ON PHONE): You know, I hadn't really thought about it.

Yeah, I-- I guess it is kind of weird.

Do you mind?

I'm not sure.

BLAZE (ON PHONE): Well, good night, 555-1963.

Good night, Blaze.

BLAZE (ON PHONE): I guess I'll hang up first.

OK.

BLAZE (ON PHONE): 'Night.

'Night.

[DIAL TONE]

[SIGHS]

So, um, oh, Harvey, I saw this bumper sticker the other day

that said "Bankers Do It With Interest," and I thought of you.

[CHUCKLES]

Oh, I don't know.

All those stuffy bankers stereotypes.

They're just that-- stereotypes.

Some of us are, well, pretty wild.

Oh, really?

Hell, yeah.

And impulsive.

If I told you some of the offbeat investments that I've

made lately, you'd be stunned.

What time is it?

It's 11:30.

The shank of the evening.

I have to go.

What?

I have to get up early tomorrow morning.

I thought you were on vacation.

Oh, I forgot something.

At home.

There's something I have to do at home,

but I really have to go.

I'm sorry.

Well, I'll grab my coat, and I'll drive you home.

No, that's OK.

I'll just take a cab.

But I had a really great time.

Thanks.

Thanks, Ange.

I'll call you later.

[LIGHT MUSIC]

[PHONE RINGING]

BLAZE (ON PHONE): 555-1963?

What time is it?

BLAZE (ON PHONE): Hard to tell.

[SIGHS] Look, I have to get up early tomorrow morning.

BLAZE (ON PHONE): You're mad.

Don't be stupid.

Why would I be mad?

BLAZE (ON PHONE): I'm calling at midnight.

Don't flatter yourself.

BLAZE (ON PHONE): Ah.

You're mad.

I am not mad.

OK?

BLAZE (ON PHONE): OK.

I wasn't gonna call at all, but--

But?

BLAZE (ON PHONE): Forget it.

You'll laugh.

Oh.

I could use a good laugh.

BLAZE (ON PHONE): [CHUCKLES] All right.

I wasn't going to call because we've only talked twice,

and already, I'm starting to get attached to you.

I mean, I don't know anything about you.

This is crazy.

It is crazy, isn't it?

BLAZE (ON PHONE): You know I look

forward to talking to you all day, and we haven't even met.

Me, too.

BLAZE (ON PHONE): Yeah.

Yeah.

BLAZE (ON PHONE): Does this mean you'll tell me your name?

I don't know.

How about tomorrow?

OK, tomorrow.

Good night, 555-1963.

Good night.

[KNOCKING ON DOOR]

Hi.

Henry, what the hell?

I know.

I know it's late.

I was out, and, uh, I was just thinking about you.

And I thought maybe we could, uh, you know, talk.

Yeah, well--

Margaret, please.

Please.

Come in.

HENRY: Margaret, Margaret, you know what?

You know what?

What, Henry?

You and me together--

you and me.

You and me, babe.

See-- see, the thing is--

I think-- I think I still love you.

I mean, I know.

I'm-- I'm sure I still love you.

Margaret, I love you.

[PHONE RINGING]

Don't leave me, Margaret.

Don't leave me.

I need you.

You need me?

But I'm boring.

I'm boring.

I'm a nag.

I'm a bitch.

And I'm frigid, remember?

I didn't mean it, Margaret.

I didn't mean it.

Just when you said those things--

No, Henry, you were right.

I was those things--

when I was with you.

No.

That's why I left you.

And that's why I want you to leave now.

But I didn't mean it, Margaret.

I didn't mean it.

I thought I wanted something wild, exciting.

I didn't.

I want you.

Henry.

[PHONE RINGING]

Henry, get off me!

Get!

Hello?

BLAZE (ON PHONE): Hello.

Hello.

555-1963.

Hi.

Who the hell is that?

BLAZE (ON PHONE): Is this a bad time?

Well, it's OK.

I was just, um--

never mind.

Well, it is kind of late, but--

no, that sounds great.

How soon?

Margaret.

Now?

Well, I think I--

Margaret!

Could you hold one minute?

I was just seeing someone out.

BLAZE (ON PHONE): Uh, should I call back?

MARGARET: No, don't go anywhere.

I'll just be a minute.

Do you want me to call you a cab?

I'm OK.

[SOMBER MUSIC]

Goodbye, Henry.

BLAZE (ON PHONE): Are you OK?

No, but I will be.

BLAZE (ON PHONE): Anything I can do?

No.

I think this was pretty much it to me.

BLAZE (ON PHONE): So is our date still on for tonight?

Sure.

BLAZE (ON PHONE): OK.

There's an after-hours club right down the street.

OK.

BLAZE (ON PHONE): OK.

Yeah.

Yeah, why the hell not?

BLAZE (ON PHONE): Great.

OK, it's at 1536 Hill near 3rd Street.

Yeah.

BLAZE (ON PHONE): Take the freeway.

And you want to get off at Hill.

OK.

BLAZE (ON PHONE): It'll be a few blocks down on your right.

OK, I'll meet you there.

BLAZE (ON PHONE): OK.

This'll be fun.

Bye.

[CHUCKLES]

[POLICE SIREN WAILS]

MAN: Excuse me, ma'am.

Can I ask you a question?

I need to catch a bus to Hollywood to see my kid,

and I had enough money but they raised the fare.

So now I need another buck--

look, if you give me your address,

I'll mail the money back to you.

555-1963?

Blaze?

I'm sorry, I should have rescued you earlier.

I didn't realize it was you.

The club's closed.

Yeah.

I, uh-- I see.

I didn't know.

So what now?

I'm sorry.

I'm staring.

Uh, you know, I think there's a coffee shop over on 3rd

that's open.

Oh, it's too late for a coffee.

Well, there's always pancakes and eggs.

Did you say your place is around here?

Yeah.

Uh, yeah, it's right around the corner.

I have some food there if you'd like.

OK.

OK?

[CHUCKLES]

All right.

I'm Margaret.

Margaret.

I like that.

[SOMBER MUSIC]

The elevator broke last week, and they haven't fixed it yet.

I know it's a pain in the butt, but I

guess it's good exercise, huh?

They're also remodeling the building.

So in the meantime, it looks like hell.

Make yourself at home.

You'll have to excuse the mess.

I, uh-- I wasn't expecting any company.

Oh, God!

I'm sorry.

I didn't mean to.

[MUSIC PLAYING]

BLAZE: Oh, Maggie.

MARGARET: Maggie?

BLAZE: Why?

Does it bother you?

MARGARET: No, I like it.

You OK?

Yeah.

What?

It's just that this is so unlike me.

I feel so foreign.

Good foreign or bad foreign?

Good.

That's why it makes me sad.

What?

[CHUCKLES] Wait a second, I missed something?

That's why it makes you sad?

Yeah.

This night was a once-in-a-lifetime experience.

But what is that supposed to mean?

You know, the way we met.

You don't know it, but I'm not like this.

My life is-- oh, never mind.

It doesn't matter.

At least we had tonight.

[SOMBER MUSIC]

Blaze?

Did I wake you?

No, I was, uh--

I was hot.

Mm-hmm.

Yes, you were.

You are so beautiful.

I must have sat here at least an hour just watching you sleep.

Go on.

Eat your breakfast.

We have things to do.

Like what?

[HUMS] I can't tell you.

I told you you'd know, and that'll ruin the surprise.

Heaven forbid.

[BOTH CHUCKLING]

What?

[SIGHS] Nothing.

No, tell me.

I can't.

Then whisper it in my ear.

[DOOR SLAMS CLOSED]

[POLICE SIREN WAILS]

Blaze?

Blaze?

You locked me in.

You forgot to leave me a key.

Blaze?

[DOORKNOB RATTLING]

Come on, it's not funny.

[BANGING]

Let me out!

[BANGING]

(LOUDLY) Blaze, let me out!

[MYSTERIOUS MUSIC]

[BANGING]

(SCREAMING) Blaze, Blaze, let me out!

[BANGING]

Blaze, let me out!

[DOORKNOB RATTLING]

[BANGING]

Let me out!

[SOBBING]

[GRUNTS]

- Get away from me, you psycho. - Maggie--

- No! - Maggie, stop this!

Get away from me.

You stop it!

You're acting childish.

Childish?

You left this morning, and you locked me in.

Say--

What?

Look at this.

Look at this!

Look at this mess!

Look what you did to my home.

If you wanted a key, why didn't you just ask me?

[SIGHS] Can I have a key?

Please?

I had some things to do.

And you look so sweet sleeping, and I didn't wanna wake you.

I didn't want you to leave before we had a chance to talk.

About what?

About us.

Oh!

[GRUNTING]

[CHUCKLING]

You're wild, aren't you?

You don't like to admit it, but you are.

I think I scratched the surface and found

the wild animal inside of you.

Didn't I?

[GRUNTING] No.

No, I'm just scared.

Of what?

[SIGHS]

What are you gonna do to me?

I'm gonna love you, Maggie.

[SOMBER MUSIC]

You didn't have to lock me in.

I was afraid you wouldn't give us a chance.

[SOMBER MUSIC]

I want you to take a couple of these, for the infection.

And I'll be asleep, too.

Mm.

What did you give me?

Just some antibiotics.

Don't worry, I just want you to relax.

Here, take a couple of these.

Come on.

There you go.

Very good.

Don't worry.

I'm gonna take care of you.

Do you feel any better?

I'm still a little tired.

Thank you.

I feel kind of weird saying it, but thank

you for taking care of me.

Oh, tomorrow, you'll feel as good as new.

I had nightmares last night.

No.

Why?

I have a surprise for you.

Tonight.

No nightmares, I promise.

Ah.

Shh.

It's just me.

Untie me.

Please, I'm not going anywhere.

You're starting to scare me.

Oh, I won't do anything against your wishes.

I promise.

[PANTING] Untie me.

Better?

It's a start.

You don't have to do this.

I wanna be with you.

Hmm.

Touch yourself.

What?

No.

Come on.

No.

No?

I can't.

No.

No, don't stop.

Please.

I want you.

Then touch yourself for me.

Aah!

[DOOR CLOSED]

[SOLEMN MUSIC]

[UPBEAT MUSIC]

[CRASHING]

Are you awake?

Maggie?

Don't touch me.

I said, don't touch me!

What is your problem?

I waited all night for you.

Oh, Jesus.

Where have you been?

Where are my clothes?

What are you doing?

Look, if I wanted a wife--

You'd what?

Pick up some stranger off the street

and hold her hostage until she agreed to marry you?

You don't get it.

Get what?

This.

Us.

What this whole thing is all about.

Power games, that's what it's about.

Power games to make you feel like a man.

Make you feel like you're in control.

I am in control.

You haven't made me do anything.

[CHUCKLING]

I did what I wanted.

[SLAP]

[TENSE MUSIC]

Be careful, Maggie.

Don't push me.

Or what?

Aah!

Or what?

[DOOR SLAMS SHUT]

Don't leave me!

Don't you dare leave me, Blaze!

[SOBS] Shit.

[WHIMSICAL MUSIC]

[POLICE SIREN WAILING IN DISTANCE]

[THUD]

Hello?

Is anybody there?

Please help me, I'm locked in.

MAN: Hello?

Did someone call for help?

Are you hurt, Missy?

I can see your shadow under the door.

If you need help, say something.

Well, I'm leaving.

[SOFTLY SOBBING] Something.

MARGARET (VOICEOVER): I feel like it's better for me.

[DISTURBING MUSIC]

BLAZE (VOICEOVER): Don't worry.

I'm gonna love you, Maggie.

MARGARET (VOICEOVER): Thank you for taking care of me.

BLAZE (VOICEOVER): 555-1963.

MARGARET (VOICEOVER): Blaze?

BLAZE (VOICEOVER): 555-1963.

Don't worry.

[BANGING]

[HORNS HONKING]

[CHATTERING ON TV]

[MOANING SOUNDS]

I left some food for you in the kitchen,

and a dress on the rack.

Wear it tomorrow night.

Wait at the window with the lights off.

I'll be here for you at 10:00.

Blaze?

BLAZE: I don't want you to see him, Maggie.

How could you do this to me?

BLAZE: Let him.

I can't.

BLAZE: Yes, you can.

Who are you?

At least let me see his face.

Are you all right?

God, you are incredible.

Let me go.

What?

I want you to let me go.

Door is open.

Yeah, right.

Yes.

[MELANCHOLIC MUSIC]

[SIGHS]

After the first few days I stopped locking it.

And you didn't even try?

You know, the only thing that's kept you here is you.

You said it yourself.

It's your choice.

It always has been.

[PHONE RINGING]

WOMAN (ON PHONE): Hello?

Margaret?

Mm-hmm?

Oh, Mrs. Snade.

I didn't recognize your voice.

MRS. SNADE (ON PHONE): Sweetie, is there some problem

I should know about?

Problem?

Why?

MRS. SNADE (ON PHONE): Well, I've

been going over your numbers, Margaret,

and there's been a dramatic drop.

Uh-huh.

MRS. SNADE (ON PHONE): Do you have

anything to say for yourself before I pass this report along?

I hate this job.

MRS. SNADE (ON PHONE): You know, honey, it's always hard getting

back into the swing of things.

I hate this job, and I hate you.

[SIGHS]

[CHUCKLES]

God, you look so different.

Hey.

Oh!

So what, did you change your hair?

What did you do?

Thank you.

Margaret, I cannot believe you would

just take off like that for two weeks without telling anybody.

And-- Margaret?

Huh?

So where'd you go?

Um--

[CHUCKLES] Come on, tell me.

Guess.

Um, someplace tropical.

Someplace hot?

That's it, isn't it?

[CHUCKLES]

[UNSETTLING MUSIC]

[GRUNTING]

That was great.

So do we do it with interest?

Margaret?

I'm tired.

And I'd like you to leave.

Was it me?

Did I do something wrong?

No.

Good night, Harvey.

[UNSETTLING MUSIC]

[SENSUAL MUSIC]

[PHONE RINGING]

Hello?

Hello?

[SIGHS]

[SOMBER MUSIC]

[KNOCKING ON DOOR]

[MELLOW MUSIC]

[POUNDING MUSIC]

WOMAN (ON VIDEO): So what do you want me to say?

BLAZE (ON VIDEO): Ah, whatever you want, love.

A story.

A story from your old past.

WOMAN (ON VIDEO): My past.

Oh, the boomerang guy.

[CHUCKLES]

BLAZE (ON VIDEO): [CHUCKLES]

WOMAN (ON VIDEO): I was in London, and I met this guy.

He was Australian.

Chip, that was his name.

Anyway, we met in a dark, stuffy pub.

And I did him in the men's room.

BLAZE (ON VIDEO): Ah!

I'm shocked.

WOMAN (ON VIDEO): I always wanted to see

the inside of a men's room.

So I did.

[LAUGHS] Oh my god.

His cock was so weird.

BLAZE (ON VIDEO): [LAUGHS] How so?

WOMAN (ON VIDEO): Oh, uh, it was-- it was shaped

in this really weird angle.

He called it his boomerang.

[LAUGHS]

Grab hold of me boomerang, sweetie,

and it'll take you places you've never been.

[LAUGHS]

BLAZE (ON VIDEO): Oh, so did you?

WOMAN (ON VIDEO): Oh, yeah.

Big time.

It was pretty amazing.

BLAZE (ON VIDEO): OK. OK.

All right.

Enough about the boomerang man.

I'm beginning to feel a little inferior, love.

WOMAN (ON VIDEO): So this guy calls me on the phone.

He's looking for some other girl.

And he has this sexy English accent.

Only I always think that guys with accents

are just faking it, trying to impress people.

BLAZE (ON VIDEO): [CHUCKLES]

WOMAN (ON VIDEO): Excuse me, I wasn't talking to you.

I don't give a shit whether your accent is real or not.

Why don't you leave the camera where it is

and come over here and fuck my brains out.

[UNSETTLING MUSIC]

And then we'll watch the tape of ourselves fucking

and fuck again.

[CHUCKLES] And then we'll tape that, too,

and-- and we'll watch the tape of ourselves watching

the tape of ourselves watching ourselves

fucking, and we'll fuck again.

It'll be like infinity.

[LAUGHS] Fucking infinity.

[STATIC]

Now, it's late.

Now, Andrea, believes that I have a terminal disease.

And one of my last dying wishes is to have sex with two

blondes at the same time.

Andrea, needless to say, is not a brain surgeon.

[SNICKERS]

[WOMEN MOANING]

[STATIC]

Don't do that.

WOMAN (ON VIDEO): He says that ever since the baby,

I don't look like the woman that he married.

He tries to make love to me sometimes,

but he just doesn't look at me the way that he used to.

BLAZE (ON VIDEO): How did he used

to look at you before the baby?

WOMAN (ON VIDEO): The way that you do.

BLAZE (ON VIDEO): Fancy and beautiful.

WOMAN (ON VIDEO): I'm not.

[WHIMSICAL MUSIC]

[KNOCKING ON DOOR]

- Margaret. - Christy.

Hi.

Please come in.

Well, I've made some tea.

Please make yourself comfortable.

Thank you.

I was so surprised when you called.

We'd almost given up looking for that camera.

My husband's been trying to find it for months now.

That's him, there.

He's handsome.

I think so.

How long have you and, uh--

CHRISTY: Charles.

Charles.

How long have you and Charles been married?

Aah, 10 years in November.

MARGARET: Really?

10 years is a long time.

Our oldest, Blaze.

He'll be nine on the 15th.

[CHUCKLES] And Trevor is six.

They're staying at a friend's house tonight.

Blaze.

That's a great name.

CHRISTY: Well-- [CHUCKLES] that was Charles's idea.

He has a real wild streak in him.

Really?

Sometimes a little too much for my taste.

[CHUCKLES]

Do you mind if I smoke?

No, go ahead.

Hi, honey.

How was your day?

Mm.

Fine.

It just got better.

Hey, wash your hands before sticking them in the salad.

Hmm.

Fresh.

Where are the boys?

Sleeping at Jimmy's.

Aah.

So we're all alone tonight, huh?

[CHUCKLES] Charles.

No, as a matter of fact, we're not alone.

We're having a guest for dinner.

Who?

Honey, this is Margaret Yardley.

She found your video camera.

Hello, Charles.

Charles.

MARGARET: It's a pleasure meeting you.

Christy and I have been talking about you all day.

You have?

What's wrong with you?

[TIMER PINGS]

That's us.

It's just horrible.

I mean, my goodness.

Charles has been a partner at this firm for three years now,

and we still never seem to have enough money.

I have no idea where it all goes.

None at all.

And he has to work the craziest hours.

MARGARET: Charles, what exactly does your firm do?

We insure Fortune 500 companies.

MARGARET: Really?

Mm-hmm.

Do you sell insurance?

CHRISTY: Well, he's being modest.

[CHUCKLES] They don't just sell insurance.

They sell peace of mind.

Isn't that what you always say, honey?

You sell a peace of mind?

That's what we say, honey.

Margaret, where did you say you found Charles's camera?

I didn't.

CHRISTY: Oh.

Well, where did you find it?

In the trash.

CHRISTY: In the trash?

Well, how in the world did you get there?

MARGARET: It's the funniest thing.

I went to empty my garbage, and there it was.

You know, those kids who stole them must have dumped it there.

What kids?

I thought you said you left the camera at Blaze's game?

No, I said I left it in the car with the windows open.

The kids must have stolen it when I went into the store.

[CHUCKLES] Why would thieves go

to the trouble of stealing your camera and then

go and dump it in the trash?

I don't know, Christy.

They just did it, all right?

I'm so sorry.

I don't know what's gotten into Charles tonight.

Excuse me.

[PANTING]

[CLEARS THROAT]

Charles, what is wrong with you?

Yeah, it was nothing.

It's-- it's just-- that woman, I don't like her.

I-- I'm sorry.

You know, I had a bad day at the office, and, look,

I know that's not a good excuse.

I-- oh.

MARGARET: Oh, I'm sorry.

I didn't mean to interrupt.

You two look great together.

Now that you have your camera back,

maybe I should shoot a little--

oh, forget it.

Well, I better be going.

Christy, thank you for dinner.

It was great.

No.

You're entirely welcome, Margaret.

Thank you.

And Blaze-- um, sorry, Charles, it was a pleasure.

Yes, it was.

Christy, where did you say my coat is?

CHRISTY: On top of the stairs, to the left.

I hope you didn't hurt her feelings.

[SIGHS]

You know, most people would have kept that camera.

You're right.

I'll go upstairs and apologize to her.

And see her to her car, Charles.

(SOFTLY) What the hell are you doing here?

Take your pants off.

What?

Are you out of your mind?

I want--

What is it?

Money?

Is that what you want?

Why did you come here?

Did you just come here to play with my head?

I want you to take off your pants,

and I want you to fuck me right here, right now.

Maggie, don't do this to me.

Don't you want to?

Don't you?

Maggie--

Don't you?

Show me.

Maggie, we can't do this.

My wife, my children.

The way I see it, you've done this to yourself.

And the best thing that could happen

is if your wife walked in right now and saw what scum you are.

Save her years of heartache.

[ZIP]

What about the tapes?

What tapes, Charles?

[CHUCKLES]

[WATER RUNNING]

[BREATHING HEAVILY]

[GRUNTING, MOANING]

Oh!

Aah.

Oh, shh.

[MOANING]

Charles?

Aah!

[SUSPENSEFUL MUSIC]

CHRISTY: Margaret, you're still here?

Yeah.

CHRISTY: Where's Charles?

Oh, he asked me to wait so he could walk me to my car.

CHRISTY: Oh.

Good.

[BREATHING HEAVILY]

Oh, after all that, I forgot my coat.

Oh.

[CHUCKLES] I'll get it for you.

Thank you.

I'll be right back.

Thanks.

Meet me at the apartment tomorrow night 10 o'clock.

No. I can't.

We have a thing to go to tomorrow.

10 o'clock.

[SNORTS]

Drive carefully

Thank you.

Good night.

Hmm.

Night.

[MELANCHOLIC MUSIC]

[PHONE RINGING]

(SOFTLY) Hello?

MARGARET (ON PHONE): Charles, I want you to meet

me in an hour in the apartment.

Are you out of your mind?

MARGARET (ON PHONE): If I were you, I'd do it.

CHRISTY: Charles?

Oh, there's a, uh, a fire down at the office.

It's nothing serious, but they want me to go.

Be careful, sweetheart.

Margaret?

Take off your clothes.

[SNORTS]

Go on.

I want the tapes back.

Oh, it's too late.

[EXHALES]

I called all those women and mailed them all back to them.

As a souvenir of your time together.

All the tapes?

I might have missed one, or two.

[SIGHS] Margaret, what do you want?

You'll find out.

[DOOR CLOSING ECHOING]

No!

[KEY RATTLING]

Margaret!

Margaret, don't do this!

Margaret.

Open this goddamn door!

Margaret!

Let me out!

[RHYTHMIC MUSIC]

[UPBEAT MUSIC]

(SINGING) Say yeah

Say yeah

Oh yeah

Get on up

Say yeah

Oh, oh, oh, OK

I, I, I love you

Check it out

Say yeah

Oh, oh, oh, OK