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Fuck her.

- Fuck her. - Yeah. Fuck her.

- Fuck her. - This is how business is done, man.

I mean, this is... well, it's just a round of fucking golf.

You'd think we were taking clients out

- to a strip club. - Well... well...

Which we can't even do anymore.

Exactly. We can't even do that anymore

- since the Christmas party last year. - Okay.

I think it's because the golf club

doesn't let women play there.

So?

So it means we're having client meetings without her.

Look, she should just focus on closing her own shit

instead of whining about how we're doing better than her.

Jesus.

Oh, hey, would you look at that?

- Good God Almighty. - Yikes.

Why don't you get some dignity, sweetheart?

You know, they put themselves in danger, girls like that.

If she's not careful, someone's gonna take advantage.

Especially the kind of guys in this club.

She's kind of hot.

A hot fucking mess.

Hey. Let's talk to Brian.

I think he might be amenable to the idea

if we all present a very nice...

I mean, that is just asking for it.

Oh, look at that.

You know, like, you'd think you'd learn by that age, right?

Where even are her friends?

Just kind of ran off somewhere?

Leaving her laying around for anyone to pick up.

Sounds like a challenge, Paul.

Yeah? Maybe.

- I'll go over. - Oh!

- Whoa! - Jerry!

My God, I didn't know

- you had it in you. - To see if she's okay.

- Yeah, no. Of course. - Yeah, sure.

- Go for it, big fella. - Uh-huh. Yeah. Why don't you

- go see, make sure she's okay. - We're pulling for you.

- Oh, my God... - Hey.

You okay?

What are you looking for?

Phone.

- Uh-huh. - It's not here.

It's got to be here. I just had it.

Uh...

You think maybe you left it in the bathroom or something?

No.

You gonna be okay?

Oh, yeah.

How you gonna get home?

Ride... ride app.

Yeah. Yeah.

I think you might need a phone for that.

- Oh, no. - Yeah.

I know.

Oh, no.

Okay, look, I'm, um... I'm headed out anyway,

so I can drop you off.

- No. - It's totally fine.

It's not a problem.

- Really. - No.

What are you gonna do?

It's fine. Come on. It's not a problem.

Let's go.

There you go.

You got it?

All right, just hold on to the railing.

- Yeah? You okay? - Oh, my God.

Come on. I just had my car cleaned.

She's fine.

No, I'm not.

I'm not gonna throw up.

I don't think.

No?

There you have it, sir. See?

She's not... she's not gonna throw up.

Whoo-hoo!

Uh...

My apartment is a few blocks from here.

Would you want to have a drink before hitting the hay?

Mm...

It's literally right here.

You want to have, like, one beer?

Yeah.

Could you take us to 242 Raleigh Drive instead, please?

It's a couple blocks.

Just put the address in the app.

Put the address in the app.

Kumquat liqueur.

Here we go, milady.

Hey, sorry about my friends at the bar.

They're... they're assholes.

Oh, it's okay.

There you go.

You got it.

Do you live alone here?

No, but, uh, my roommate's out of town, so don't worry.

- Right. - Yeah.

- Ah. - Ugh, that's disgusting.

You're so beautiful.

You know what? Do you mind if I just...

- Mm. - You've got a little smudge.

There, right there.

Wow.

- I need to lie down. - Oh.

Yeah, of course.

Right this way.

- Don't go to sleep. - What?

Gosh, you're so pretty.

Wait.

- What are you... - It's okay.

Hey, you're safe.

What are you...?

Hey, it's okay.

- You're safe. Shh. - What are you doing?

Mm. My God, your body.

What are you doing?

Hmm?

What are you doing?

Wait.

What are you...?

Hey.

Hey.

I said, what are you doing?

Oh, walk of shame!

Good time last night, sweetheart?

There it goes straight up!

There you go!

- Uh-huh. - Get yourself some Plan B!

Uh-oh!

- How much, baby? How much? - Fuck that!

- What's wrong, baby? - What's up?

Can't take a joke? Jesus, lady, what's up?

Come on, why don't you give us a little smile, huh?

- Stop staring. - What the fuck you staring at?

Stop it. You can't take a joke?

Okay. Fuck you, then.

Didn't hear you come in last night.

Everything all right?

I had to work late.

Hmm.

I thought the coffee house closed at 9:00.

We had to do inventory.

You have to do a lot of inventory at that place.

You should speak to the manager.

I will.

You know, I was talking

to Graham earlier, and he says there's a position

opening up at head office.

And don't freak out,

but I want you to know I recommended you for it.

- Hi. Can... - Why would you do that?

'Cause you're stinking up the joint

with your sad little face.

But I like it here.

No, you don't.

No, I don't, but I like you.

And I like...

Hello?

...working in a customer-facing role.

- Great. Can I get some... - No.

- Cassie. - Don't "Cassie" me.

I'm fine. Gail, really.

Johnny said he saw you at The Fallout last week.

Said you were completely hammered and on your own.

He was a little worried. I know it's none of my business...

He must have seen someone else. I've never been there.

Okay.

I like your pigtails.

Thank you.

Hey, you want another drink?

Um, I don't think...

Hey, let me get you one. Vodka cranberry

for the lady, please.

Hey. How old are you?

- Um... - Old enough, right?

Can I get a coffee, please?

Mm-hmm.

You want milk?

What?

Cassandra?

- Yeah. - Ryan.

Cooper. We were in class together at Forrest Med School.

Second-year neurology, Dr. Hadid's class.

Oh. Yeah.

Ryan. Hi.

God. Why are you working here?

Or...

I didn't mean...

That was rude. I didn't...

You didn't mean, what am I doing working

in a shitty coffee shop?

Yeah. No. I just meant, you know, given...

- There's no getting out of this, is there? - Nuh-uh.

I'm gonna leave. Can I leave and then come back?

And I can do it... I can do it again

- and be better next time. - You want milk?

Pardon?

In your coffee.

No.

But, uh, you can spit in it if you want.

I-I deserve that.

Thank you.

Do you want to go out with me?

What?

On a... date.

Seriously? I just spat in your coffee.

And then I like to finish always

with a little dab of gloss

just to give it a kind of wet texture.

Just dab in the middle...

and on the top.

And there you go.

Perfect blow job lips.

So,

don't forget to like and subscribe.

Thank you, guys, for following.

I love you. Bye.

Seriously, you got to read it.

Consider the Lobster is one of the fucking greats, man.

Cracked my head open like a, uh...

like a lobster claw.

You know, I'm actually writing a novel.

Well, kind of,

'cause I'm such a fucking perfectionist, you know?

It's just taking me forever.

I just keep going over it and over it and over it

in my head, just picking at it like a scab.

It's about, uh, I guess, like,

what it's like to be a guy right now, you know?

Like, what it's like to be a guy in the world.

Just this gritty, low-life, fucked-up love story.

And it all takes place in New York

over the course of one night.

You know what?

I'm gonna stop talking about it.

I don't want to jinx it.

You do coke, right?

- Mm, not really. - Oh, come on.

I got work in the morning.

Oh, whatever. So do I.

Here.

Get right.

No.

Just put your nose up to this.

No, here. Maybe just...

Okay, that didn't work.

Hey. Yum, yum, yum, yum, yum.

There you go.

Oh, my God, you are so, so pretty.

But why are you wearing all that makeup?

Do you mind me asking?

I never understood why women wear so much makeup.

It's like, you guys are so much more beautiful without it.

It's like, guys don't even like that kind of stuff, you know?

It's just this soul-sucking system

meant to oppress women, and it's fucked up.

I want to see you.

The real you.

With all your freckles and your imperfections.

I don't feel good.

Could you get me a glass of water?

Yeah. Sure.

Are you fucking kidding me?

Hey.

Hey, you.

Hey!

Hey.

There you are.

You fell asleep.

Good girl.

Feel better?

No.

You know, I, um...

I nearly didn't come out tonight.

And I am so glad that I did.

I feel such a connection to you.

Could you call me a cab?

You just got here.

- No, I need to go home. - No.

Don't go.

Stay.

My God, you are so...

I need to go.

No, you don't want to go home.

I need to go home.

- Hey, Neil. - Yeah?

I said I need to go home.

Holy shit. Whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa.

What is this?

Are you some kind of psycho or something?

Why do you say that?

- I just thought that you were... - Drunk?

- Yeah. - Really drunk?

Fuck.

Yeah.

Well, I'm not.

But that's good, isn't it?

- I think you should leave. - Oh.

- Now you want me to leave? - No.

I just... I'm really high.

Like, I'm really fucking high right now.

I don't know what I'm doing.

I think you should go.

But a second ago, you were determined for me to stay.

You were pretty insistent, actually.

I'm a nice guy.

Are you?

I thought we had a connection, I guess.

A connection?

Okay.

What do I do for a living?

Sorry. Maybe that one's too hard.

How old am I?

How long have I lived in the city?

What are my hobbies?

What's my name?

All right.

All right, fuck, I get your fucking point.

What do you want from me?

To say that I'm an asshole?

Fine, I'm a fucking asshole.

Whoa.

Why are you so freaked out, Neil?

You really need to calm down.

At least you didn't try to have sex with me

while I was passed out.

You do get points for that.

A few guys, meh... eh, they don't mind so much.

But you woke me up before putting your fingers inside me.

- That was sweet. - What are you trying to say?

That I'm, like, a predator or something?

I don't know. Are you?

I am a nice guy.

You keep saying that.

You're not as rare as you think.

You know how I know?

No.

Because every week, I go to a club,

and every week, I act like I'm too drunk to stand.

And every...

...fucking week, a nice guy like you

comes over to see if I'm okay.

You want to fuck me still?

No, thank you, ma'am.

Hmm.

No one ever does.

Careful next time you go out, Neil.

Your novel sounds terrible, by the way.

Night, Nina.

What's this?

Mom, what's this?

What do you mean?

This gift.

It's your birthday, Cassie.

Oh.

Yeah.

What kind of...

kind of person forgets their 30th birthday?

Oh, sweetheart, come on. Don't...

Don't, Stanley. You know, please, don't.

It was just a mistake, Mom.

You know I'm terrible with dates.

It's not a big deal.

Not a big deal?

Not a big deal?

You-you just forgot your birthday.

You don't want to have a party?

You don't want to see your friends?

You know I don't have any friends, Mom.

Don't joke about it. Don't.

Do you know how strange this is?

You, you're still living here at home.

Working in that stupid coffee shop

since you and Nina dropped out of med school.

You're out all night long doing God only knows what.

- Okay. - And you...

You don't have any boyfriend. You don't have any friends.

Mom, you should have saved all that for my birthday card.

Why don't we just let the kid celebrate however she wants?

- Okay? - All my friends, they ask about you.

I-I-I don't know what to tell them.

I-I don't know what happened here.

I don't...

Why don't you just open your present there, Cass?

Okay?

Go ahead.

Yeah.

Oh, I hope you like it.

Thank you.

Whoa.

- Yeah. - That's direct.

A real kick in the cunt.

- Is it a nice suitcase, at least? - Oh, yeah.

It's definitely the fanciest

"get the fuck out of our house" metaphor I've received so far.

So, why don't you?

- What? - Get the fuck out of their house.

Just, I don't know, go on Zillow or...

Single White Female some girl.

Get a basement room at some weird guy's house, anything.

I can't afford it, Gail.

Not on what you pay me.

Not even a weird guy's basement.

So take this other job, then.

Take any job.

Are you firing me?

Maybe I should.

Look, you're making the assumption

that I want any of it.

If I wanted a boyfriend

and a yoga class and a house and kids

and a job my mom could brag about, I'd have done it.

It would take me ten minutes. I don't want it.

I don't want it.

But you must want something.

Hey.

Oh. You.

- Hi. - One coffee, hold the spit.

She spat in my coffee last time.

I'm back because, um,

I think you gave me a... a fake number the other day.

Mm, that doesn't sound like me.

I know.

So I spent a few hours composing

a, like, very witty, very romantic text,

and then I sent that text to an oil rig worker called Red.

- Was he into it? - Surprisingly into it.

It was, like, immediately inappropriate.

But it's not gonna work out 'cause of the oil rig,

so I thought I'd try you again.

I just heard a phone ring in the back.

- No, you didn't. - I most definitely heard

a phone ring in the back.

She has to take a few imaginary calls a day.

Um, look, if you're not into this, totally get it.

I'm not really looking to date anyone at the moment.

Right. Yeah.

Me, neither.

Would you... be interested in a friendship

and I'm secretly pining for you the whole time?

Dating's horrible. Everyone's horrible.

Okay, I went on a date last month with a woman

who wanted to euthanize the homeless.

You went on a date with my mom?

Look,

I always liked you at med school.

Okay?

I genuinely like you,

and I can't stop thinking about you spitting in my coffee.

So go to lunch with me this weekend.

Please. If you don't like it, we can have a safe word

and you can leave, no questions asked.

Not that you mind the killings.

Your book is full of killings.

But there are things you do hate, Lord.

Perfume-smelling things.

Lacy things.

Things with curly hair.

Hey.

You're all dressed up.

Where you going?

I'm going out for lunch.

With who?

A friend.

Cassie.

You look very pretty, honey.

Thank you, Dad.

Where... where did she get

- a skeleton's hand from? - She got it...

It was her, uh... it was her grandfather's.

No. It was... She got it from the staff room,

but the worst part is she looked me in the eye,

pulled it out and then waved it at me.

And I am done.

And I'm wondering why I told that story.

Hey. There is nothing more romantic than a disturbed woman

pulling a skeleton's hand out of her vagina.

That's true. That's very true.

No one ever pulls anything out of anywhere where I work.

Right, so you didn't want to...

- What? - Carry on with med school or...

No.

Really? Why not?

I wanted to do something else.

Why?

I don't know.

You were so good, though. You knew everything.

- You... - I didn't know everything.

You did. You were incredible.

I was... I was awful. I...

Remember I removed the wrong kidney from my cadaver?

And look at you now... operating on children.

Yes. I got better.

Thank God. But you, you were way ahead of everybody.

You-you would have been a great doctor.

Just didn't want it enough, I guess.

Um...

You want to get coffee or something?

We, um... we have some time before the movie.

I can tell you about the guy who got his dick

trapped in a tambourine.

Oh, my God.

Do you think people think you're my daughter from behind?

'Cause of the height.

- The height, I'm saying. - No.

It's like a fear I have in public,

if I'm with a woman.

My fear is that, like, if I kiss her,

like, people will be like, "Stop kissing that child."

- I shouldn't yell this part, but... - No.

I mean, try not being so tall, maybe.

- Don't be tall. - Maybe, yeah.

- Yeah. - It's kind of flashy.

Whoa. This is... this is a weird coincidence.

What?

I think...

No.

Yeah, this is my apartment.

What a weird, weird coincidence.

Yeah. Do you want to...

I mean, we're here.

Do you want to go up, have a drink or...

Sure. Why not?

Too soon. Sorry. I wasn't...

No, let's go upstairs.

I don't want to go up if you don't want to...

I-I misread things. I'll-I'll drive you home.

You know what? You're at your place.

I can call a cab.

- Are you sure? - Sure.

Okay, I feel like I fucked this up.

No, it's not you.

Pediatric assistant to admitting.

Need a pediatric assistant to admitting, please.

- I'll let you know. - Okay. Thank you.

Cassie, what...

What are you... what are you doing here?

Um...

I just came to pick up my herpes medication.

You have herpes, too.

That saves us an awkward conversation.

Dr. Dinkins, please dial 3751.

Dr. Dinkins, 3751.

So, I...

So, I'd like to see you again.

Oh.

- If that's cool. - Yeah.

But we'd need to take it slow. I understand...

Of course. Totally. I...

I can take it slow.

I can barely move, if you'd like.

Thank you.

Yeah. Sorry.

I could write a poem.

This is awesome.

Uh, what are you doing? You want to get dinner or something?

Are you working?

Well, no. Um...

He has leukemia, and, uh,

there's really nothing I can do for him.

- Oh, my God. - It's-it's over.

- I'm kidding. My shift's over. - Oh, my God.

- I'll grab my stuff, okay? - Okay.

Okay.

Don't leave.

- Oh, my God. - What?

Are you seeing that guy?

No.

Aw.

Good for you.

So, Ryan...

pediatric surgeon, huh?

Yes. Yes.

You ever killed any children?

Uh, what?

While operating on them.

Have you ever killed any children?

Uh, no. No.

Really?

- Gail. - I...

Well, kids have passed while I've been operating.

So that's a yes. Yes...

Gail, stop asking him if he's killed children.

I will stop asking him when he stops killing children.

That-that seems fair.

That seems fair.

I'll leave you two lovebirds to it.

- Can you lock up for me, honey? - Of course.

Now, if you two decide to have sex on the counter,

the bleach is in the back room.

And I don't want to walk in here tomorrow morning

and see ass prints in the coffee grinds.

Got it?

Got it, lover boy?

Yeah.

Have fun, you two. Oh, my God.

She seems nice.

She is. She's a good friend.

Are you... are you friends with anyone from Forrest still or...

No.

Really? No one? No one?

Really, no one.

Oh, my God, I can't... I can't...

I can't shake them off.

You still hang out with those guys?

They're not that bad. They aren't, really.

Um, oh, my God.

Madison McPhee just had twins.

She's completely obsessed.

I don't remember Madison.

You... I thought you were close.

You guys and that other girl.

No.

Huh.

Um, oh, my God.

Al Monroe is marrying this bikini model.

He got this hideous tattoo of her name to propose.

Amazingly, she said yes.

Classic Al, you know?

Landing on his feet.

Al Monroe?

You... well, you must remember Al.

Yeah, I thought he moved to London.

Yeah, he was there for years,

but he just moved back to get married.

You see him a lot?

Uh, we're not close, but he's in the group.

We actually see each other at work,

'cause he's a... anesthesiologist.

Good for him.

And he's getting married?

I know. God help her.

Welcome to the Hotel Saint Joan, miss.

Thank you.

One ginger ale and one bottle of champagne.

- Don't worry. I can do that. - Oh, but it's...

Cassie.

Madison.

Oh, my God.

Oh, you look amazing.

I almost didn't recognize you.

You look exactly the same.

- You're sweet. I look so old. - No.

That's what having twins will do to you.

It's tragic.

Do you have kids?

No.

You'll get there.

Champagne? What are we drinking to?

To old friends.

Mm.

Mm.

Ah.

Honestly, I thought I'd be bored out of my skull

watching the kids, but it's been great, actually.

Are we out already? Can we get another bottle?

Thanks.

I haven't been day drunk in forever.

- So fun. - So fun.

TBH, I know all guys say they want wives that work,

but it's not true.

- No? - No.

I mean, they all want a feminist in college,

because it's cool to have a girlfriend

who cares about something.

And, statistically,

feminists are more likely to do anal.

That's a literal fact, by the way.

Really?

You know, when it comes down to it,

all guys want the same thing.

And what's that?

A good girl.

I don't seem to remember

you were that much of a good girl in med school.

Well, Fred... Thanks.

Fred didn't know me at school.

He met me when I was working at L'Oréal.

Poor Fred.

What he doesn't know won't kill him, right?

I'm glad everything has worked out

so well for you, Madison.

Thanks.

- It really has. - Yeah.

You know, I actually wanted to meet you today

to talk about something in particular.

I did wonder.

No one's heard from you in, like, forever.

I wanted to talk to you about why I dropped out.

Okay, sure.

You remember what happened, right?

Um, s-such a long time ago now.

I know, but you remember.

I mean, vaguely.

Do you ever think about it?

Why would I?

Right. Why would you?

So, if a friend came to you now,

into your house, and told you that they thought something bad

had happened to them the night before...

- Cassie... - Something bad.

- It was years ago. - What would you say?

It w...

- What would you say? - Ugh. I'm so...

I feel a little weird.

Would you roll your eyes behind her back

and dismiss the whole thing as drama?

I don't know why you're mad at me.

Okay, I-I'm not the only one who didn't believe it.

If-if you have a reputation for sleeping around,

then maybe people aren't gonna believe you

when you say something's happened.

I mean...

it's crying wolf.

You thought it was crying wolf?

I don't make the rules.

Look, when you get that drunk, things happen.

Don't get blackout drunk all the time

and then expect people to be on your side

when you have sex with someone you don't want to.

I mean...

That's a shame.

I was hoping you'd feel differently by now.

- Sorry. - For your sake,

I was hoping you'd feel different by now.

Look... look, don't be mad.

Just, I'll get the check, all right?

It's my treat.

Hello?

Are you okay, Madison?

My head is spinning. I just feel...

Oh! Shit.

My God.

Sorry.

It really is so great seeing you again.

You really haven't changed at all.

That's great.

So?

She's over there.

Room 25.

Your money's in the envelope.

You sure about this?

I'm sure.

Cassie, hi.

Um, wonderful to see you for lunch yesterday.

Blast from the past.

Uh, hey.

I was pretty drunk.

I can't really, um...

Look, did you see me talking to a guy, like, our age?

He seemed to know you.

Just trying to piece some things together.

Cassie, sorry. Please call me back.

I-I'm freaking out a little.

I woke up in one of the hotel rooms.

I-I think something might have happened.

I-I don't know.

Your place, right?

- See you tomorrow, bitches. - Bye, Amber.

- Excuse me. - Bye.

Excuse me! Hi.

- Me? - Yeah.

Hi. Sorry.

What's up?

I'm so sorry, but my-my phone has died,

and I'm so late for work.

Do you live around here? Do you know the area?

I guess. Why?

Would you tell me how to get to the Castle Diner?

You know what? I'm actually, like, really late.

Please. I'm supposed to be shooting this music video,

- and I... - Music video?

Uh, yeah, I'm-I'm a makeup artist, and it's

my first time working with these guys, and if I'm late,

- I may as well not... - Oh, my God.

Oh, my God.

Are you working for Wet Dreams?

You didn't see that.

I know where the Castle Diner is.

Don't worry about it.

- I'll ask someone else. - No way. No way.

Oh, my God, you're working with Wet Dreams!

Oh, my God! Are they there right now?

You need to calm down, please.

I can direct you. Please.

Sorry. No.

If I don't direct you, how are you gonna find it?

I can't.

If you tell anyone or you post about this,

I will never work again.

I swear I won't post anything.

I promise.

Take my phone. Seriously, take it.

Ugh! God, okay.

Get in. Fine.

But you have to be cool about this.

No. Of course I will.

Whoa.

You really are a fan.

I'm obsessed. I have a whole Insta

dedicated just to George's dog.

What a crazy coincidence.

I know.

You know what?

This... this is fate.

Sure seems like it, huh?

Yes?

Dean Walker is ready, if you'd like to go on through.

Daisy.

- That's me. - Dean Walker.

Please sit.

My assistant says that you are interested

in resuming med school.

That's right.

May I ask what prompted your desire

to get back to your studies?

I guess...

I couldn't stop thinking about my time here.

Yeah. It's an extraordinary place.

It's an unusual request.

Yes, but I left under unusual circumstances.

Oh.

I left because of what happened to Nina.

Hmm.

Nina Fisher.

You don't remember her?

Maybe you remember Alexander Monroe?

Oh, yes. Alexander Monroe.

He actually just came back and gave a talk here.

Oh, he's a... he's a really nice guy.

Really smart.

- Are you a friend of his? - No.

So, you don't remember

the accusations made against Al Monroe?

I don't.

He took a girl, Nina Fisher,

the one you don't remember, back to his room,

where he had sex with her repeatedly

and in front of his friends

while she was too drunk to have any idea what was going on.

She was covered in bruises the next day.

Handprints, I guess you could say.

Was it reported?

Yes.

Do you know who Nina spoke to?

You.

But you can't remember, so...

You felt there wasn't sufficient evidence.

You said it was too much

of a "he said, she said" situation.

Well...

you know, we get accusations like this all the time.

One or two a week.

I'm sorry I don't remember your friend Nina,

but I can assure you, at that time,

that I looked into it thoroughly.

His friends were all watching, laughing.

It's so hard.

But, you know, also, if she was drinking

and-and maybe couldn't remember everything...

So, she shouldn't have been drunk?

- I'm not saying that. I... - I'm sorry, I don't...

I don't mean to sound critical, Dean Walker.

I just want to be clear.

None of us want to admit

when we've made ourselves vulnerable.

When we've made a bad choice.

And those choices, those mistakes,

can be so damaging and really regrettable.

- Regrettable? - Yes.

I mean, because what would you have me do?

Ruin a young man's life

every time we get an accusation like this?

So you're happy to take the boy's word for it?

I have to give him the benefit of the doubt.

Of course you do.

Because innocent until proven guilty.

No arguing with that.

No.

Thank you for your time.

- Is your friend okay? - No.

She's not.

But Al Monroe is.

You'll be glad to hear he's doing really well.

- He's getting married, actually, so... - Hmm.

You know, I guess you did the right thing.

We have to give these boys the benefit of the doubt.

That's why I know you won't mind that,

three hours ago, I picked your daughter Amber up from school

and introduced her to the boys who live in that room now.

- What? - She is really pretty, huh?

She looks a lot older than she is.

- I don't believe you. - I noticed they had a few

bottles of vodka in their room, too.

But I'm sure they'll take good care of your daughter.

She seemed excited, actually.

Oh, wait.

I have her phone.

She'll be wanting that later.

You're crazy.

No.

Tell me what room my daughter is in right now.

I told you... the same room Nina was in.

I told you I don't remember that.

Well, that's a shame.

What are you doing?

She is a young girl.

I wonder if she looks so young to those guys.

You better tell me what room she's in.

Tell me what fucking room she's in!

Now, you sociopath!

Tell me where she is!

Right now!

Tell me what room she's in!

Please!

Please tell me.

You're right, okay?

Is that what you want to hear?

You're right.

You're right.

Look how easy it was.

I guess you just had to think about it in the right way.

I guess it feels different

when it's someone you love.

Tell me where my daughter is, please.

Relax.

Dean Walker, do you really think

I would do something like that?

Luckily, I don't have as much faith in boys as you do.

Amber is sitting in a diner,

waiting for her favorite boy band to show up

for a music video.

It's the Castle Diner, if you want to call and check.

Or you should probably call, actually,

or she may never figure out they're not coming.

She's kind of an idiot, huh?

Gorgeous, though.

Who needs brains?

They never did a girl any good.

Great to see you again, Dean Walker.

Hey! You're blocking the road!

Get out of the fucking road!

What the fuck is wrong with you?

Hey. Hey!

You're sitting in the middle of the intersection.

How'd you get your license?

You blow the entire DMV?

Hello.

I'm talking to you.

Look at me, you stupid cunt.

Huh?

You want to have a face... Okay, yeah.

Come on over. Let's do this.

Where are you going?

You're just gonna leave your car in the intersection?

You coming over here? Huh?

Are you angry?

Holy shit!

Is that a fucking tire iron?

You psycho!

Just chill out, okay?

Why don't you calm down.

Oh! Okay.

Whoa! Stop! Stop, stop, stop!

Crazy fucking bitch.

Excuse me?

Fuck you.

Fuck.

Ryan, what are...?

She lives.

I'm just kidding. You weren't answering your phone,

- so I was... - Oh, shit. The movie.

Oh, I-I'm so sorry. I had to work late.

Yeah, I-I went by the coffee shop.

Gail said you took the day off.

- Um... - Everything all right?

Yeah.

No, I'm fine. I'm just in the middle of something.

Totally. Got it. We can make the movie still

if we skip dinner.

Um, I'm a little tired.

- Yeah. - Um, do you mind if I call you tomorrow?

Sure. Great.

- Okay. - Are you okay, though?

You seem kind of...

What?

Uh... off.

No, um, I'm fine. I'm just...

Too-too much... too much coffee.

Don't work in a coffee shop.

Okay.

All right, night.

All right, good night.

Here we go.

- Yeah, but you watch your step here. - Whoop!

Now, when we get to the house, you got to be quiet,

'cause I don't know if my parents are asleep or not.

- Okay. Mm. - We got to be respectful.

This is fucking surge prices.

1.2? That's...

I mean, it's not that far.

- You can walk, right? - I don't know.

Let's try. Let's go.

Come on, now.

Whoop, there we go.

You got it. That was fun.

Yeah.

Cassie?

Ryan.

What are you doing here?

I'm meeting friends

'cause my schedule cleared up last minute.

Let me explain.

It's fine. It's...

Uh, my bad, dude.

I didn't know the woman was taken, but...

- She's... - She's all yours, man.

All mine?

Uh...

Do you know her name or...?

Claire?

- Wow. - Pretty close.

Okay. Have a good night.

Don't go, Ryan. Wait, please.

Cassie, if you didn't... if you weren't interested,

just, you could've just told me.

That's ice-cold.

That was humiliating.

Why don't you just fuck off now, okay?

Wait, are you sober?

Oh, shit.

You're that psycho that Jerry took home.

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

You know what? Not interested, sweetheart.

Nah. Why don't you take your crazy somewhere else.

You're not even that hot.

You're hardly dropping panties yourself, Paul.

When was the last time you scored in daylight?

Careful.

No, you be careful.

I'm not the only one who does this.

And some of the other girls, they really are crazy.

I-I don't believe you.

There's a woman in this city that carries a pair of scissors.

You're-you're lying.

Hmm. Try it out next time you go out.

See what happens.

Why?

Why you guys have to ruin everything?!

Can I help you?

I really hope so.

Oh, I'm sorry. I'm no longer practicing the law,

if that's what you've come for.

It's not about that.

I'm afraid it's your day of reckoning.

I've been waiting.

Come in.

Your office told me you're on sabbatical.

It was very easy to get your address.

They just gave it to me.

I told them to give it to anyone who asked.

That doesn't seem safe.

No use hiding from the piper.

He has to be paid.

I guess so.

You seem nervous, Mr. Green.

I came here to talk to you about something

that happened seven years ago.

You probably won't remember a client

named Alexander Monroe.

You helped so many boys like him.

And you most certainly won't remember the girl

who you threatened and bullied till she dropped her case.

I remember her.

Nina?

Was that it?

I'm sorry, I don't remember her full name, but...

It was Nina, though, wasn't it?

Yes.

I remember her.

Have you come here to hurt me?

Do you want me to hurt you?

I think so.

I-I had a... what I think was a-an epiphany,

but my doctors called it a psychotic episode.

And it was at work, so...

so now I'm on a sabbatical.

You know, I got a bonus for every settlement out of court.

I got another bonus for every charge dropped.

We all did. There was a guy...

His only job was to comb through all their social media accounts

for any compromising information.

He contacted old friends, past sexual partners.

Oh, you'd be amazed how much easier it is now

with the Internet to dig up dirt.

In the old days, we'd have to go through a girl's trash.

Now one drunk photo at a party.

Oh, you wouldn't believe how hostile that makes a jury.

You got to help me.

I can't sleep.

I can't sleep.

I haven't slept in...

I'll never forgive myself.

I want you to know that.

I'll never forgive myself for any of this.

I forgive you.

I'm so sorry.

Go to sleep.

Do I go in now?

- No. - Oh.

I'm stilling getting paid, though, right?

Yeah.

Cassie?

Do you remember Nina's 16th birthday party?

Oh, my gosh. How could I forget?

I was such a mess.

Nina threw up on the swing.

Mm-hmm. Certainly not her finest moment.

And that boy who stole your vase.

And she made him bring it back to you and apologize.

He was so scared of her.

She was holding onto his ear.

"You better say you're sorry to my mom, you asshole."

What was his name?

Simon or Steve or something.

Why are you here?

I just wanted to see you.

You need to stop this.

It isn't good for any of us.

It's no good for Nina.

It isn't good for you.

Look, I know you feel bad that you weren't there,

but you got to let it go.

I'm just trying to fix it.

Oh, come on. You can't.

Don't be a child, Cassie.

I'm so sorry I didn't go with her.

No.

I'm sorry, too.

Cassie.

Move on.

Please.

For all of us.

Oh, great, it's you.

Can I come in?

Yep.

Do you want something? Do you want a coffee?

Or another dude to go home with?

Yeah, actually.

Do you have any douchebags lying around?

Yeah. There's a racist on the eighth floor.

- Yeah. - Perfect.

What do you want, Cassie?

I came to apologize about...

Oh.

I've been trying to think about how to explain.

It's not that I'm not interested.

- Mm. - I really am.

I really, really am.

Okay.

Sorry if I'm confused.

It... You...

Sorry, we... we've been on a couple dates.

Um, you won't kiss me or touch me, which is fine.

And then I see you going home

with some random creep in a fedora.

I admit, the fedora was unforgivable.

The other night...

It's hard to explain it, but it won't happen again.

I promise, it'll never happen again.

Can we try again?

Can I, I mean.

I don't...

I don't know.

Are you okay?

Um...

It's fine. I'm...

I guess I'll see you around.

We're closed.

Good.

Do you want to go to dinner, you miserable asshole?

Yeah.

Shit.

First trip to the pharmacy together.

Yeah.

Big step.

♪ I don't mind... ♪

I'm sorry.

- Are you singing Paris Hilton? - What? Yeah.

- Oh. Okay. Yeah. - ♪ Just hanging here with you ♪

- Oh, stop. - ♪ 'Cause I don't find ♪

- Stop it. Shh! - ♪ Too many... ♪

It's fine. I'm fine. It's fine, it's fine.

- No. - ♪ That treat me like you do ♪

- No. Stop it. - ♪ Those other guys ♪

♪ They want to take me ♪

♪ For a ride ♪

♪ But you can see the real me inside ♪

♪ And I'm satisfied ♪

- ♪ Oh, no ♪ - Shh!

♪ Oh ♪

♪ Even though the gods are crazy ♪

♪ Even though the stars are blind ♪

♪ If you show me real love, baby, I'll show you mine ♪

♪ I can make it nice and naughty ♪

♪ Be the devil and angel, too ♪

♪ Got a heart and soul and body ♪

♪ Let's see what this love can do ♪

This is so much less sad when there's someone else here.

♪ Maybe I'm perfect for you ♪

That's the cute yogurt-wise move. This way.

♪ Oh, oh, oh, oh ♪

♪ I could be ♪

- ♪ Your confidante ♪ - Yeah.

♪ Just one of your girlfriends ♪

♪ Why shouldn't we be with the one we really love? ♪

♪ Now tell me, who have you been dreaming of? ♪

♪ I and I alone ♪

♪ Oh, no, oh ♪

♪ Even though the gods are crazy ♪

♪ Even though the stars are blind ♪

♪ If you show me real love, baby, I'll show you mine ♪

♪ I can make it nice and naughty ♪

♪ Be the devil and angel, too ♪

♪ Got a heart and soul and body... ♪

I haven't done this in a pharmacy in weeks.

- That's weird. - Literally weeks.

Thank you.

Sorry.

They're okay.

Cheese?

Would love it.

Yeah. Thank you.

- Bread? - Ah, yep.

Okay.

Mm. Oh. Thank you.

What a home. It's unbelievable.

- So beautiful. - Yeah, it's nice.

Susan works really hard.

- Yeah, it shows. - Yeah.

Eat, eat, before it gets cold.

This looks delicious.

- Oh. Oh. - Thank you.

I made the sauce.

The sauce is...

Mm.

The sauce is really good.

- Incredible. - Mm.

Ryan, I hear you're a doctor.

Your parents must be very, very proud.

Not really. Uh, they wanted me to be a DJ.

He's funny.

Yeah.

That's funny.

You didn't say he was funny, Cassie.

- Dad. - You didn't say I was...

- You didn't say I was funny? - No.

I said you were boring but rich.

I am boring. Not that rich.

No? Well, in that case,

thanks for stopping by, kid.

What kind of doctoring do you do?

Uh, pediatric, so...

children.

What was your, uh...

What was that doctor's name? Cassie's doctor.

- Gary? - Um, no.

Dr. Katzen-something.

Yeah. Dad, he was like 80.

Yeah, well...

You-you don't know Dr. Katzen...?

No.

Now, I'm-I'm confused.

Are there different parts of the body on a child?

No, it's pretty much the same thing.

You're just...

You know, different-colored Band-Aids and things.

It's not brain surgery.

Well...

I get it. Yeah.

Oh.

This sauce is absolutely unbelievable.

Night, you two.

Night.

Thanks for introducing us to Ryan.

I know it was hard.

You know, your mom, she's...

Well, I mean, we're both so glad that, uh...

Oh, my God, Dad.

He's not that nice.

Yeah.

Yeah, I must be tired.

Okay.

Honey, Nina was like a daughter to us.

You know that.

We really miss her.

But, God, we have missed you.

See you tomorrow.

Your mom... oh, your mom is hot.

Sorry.

Your mom is extremely hot.

Do you want her number?

- I could hook you up. - Really?

Ooh.

I think she likes you more than I do.

Well, I hope that's not true.

Can I... Mm.

Can I tell you something?

Sure.

I think you're amazing. I...

- Oh, no, Ryan. - Just shut up, you stupid bitch.

- Please don't. - Shh. I...

- Just take this, please. - Mm-hmm.

I think you're incredible. I...

I'm...

I'm-I'm... I think I'm falling in love with you.

I think I'm falling in love with you, too.

Yes.

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