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Whoa, take it easy there, girl.

Where's this coming from?

I just wanted to see what a real affair would feel like.

I mean, the scam's been fun,

but I think the real thing would have been better.

Yeah, well, curiosity will get us both nailed.

Hey.

You do remember what tomorrow is, right?

Yeah... yeah, confession day.

Right, the hospital board meeting.

All the muckety-mucks will be in conference room.

I'll burst in, sniffling and crying.

I lied, I made the whole thing up.

There was no affair; there was no harassment.

I'm a freaking psycho.

That's right.

And then, they'll come to me, of course, first.

Peter, on point, hat in hand:

"Will I please forgive them for their rush to judgment,

for their obscene assumptions?"

Then they'll try to buy my forgiveness

by giving me my job back.

- Oh, but that won't be enough. - Mm-mm.

In true malcontent style,

you'll sue the bastards for everything they've got.

That's right, and don't forget

your piece of the action: 150 grand.

Good-bye, bedpans. Hello, acting class.

You know, 300 grand has a much nicer ring to it.

- What? - After all, I'm the one

who's gonna look like the screwball in all this.

Excuse me, but all you did was cry harassment.

I'm the one who lost everything.

Yeah, well, either way, I'm gonna miss this.

It's fun playing at playing around.

- Yeah. - Buy me dinner, Michael.

- I'm starving. - Okay, okay.

Listen, why don't you order room service, kid?

Get anything you want.

After the fight, I took Dad home.

When I got back here, he was gone.

It's insane.

Pills?

These are Kyle's?

I really can't talk about it, Amanda.

Like hell, you can't.

My husband's on drugs, and you can't talk about it?

How long has this been going on?

A while now.

Uppers, downers... He mixes them with alcohol.

I got him to stop,

but apparently with Dad in town and all the pressure, he just...

he just lost it.

I think I know where he is.

What are you doing?

Are you crazy?

You stay the hell back!

Oh, God, no!

Not the nursery!

You are out of your mind!

No, it began here, it ends... here.

Kyle, please, please.

I know about the drugs.

This is our dream, our dream together.

I hate to be the one to break it to you, but the dream is dead.

Why? Why are you doing this?!

'Cause I can't give you a baby.

What?

I'm sterile.

Something I picked up in the Gulf, sir!

I couldn't tell you, I just...

I couldn't... I couldn't do that to you.

It's all right; it doesn't matter.

It doesn't, it doesn't.

It's too late.

No, it's too late.

It's just too damn late.

Kyle! Kyle!

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I can't find him anywhere.

I checked the club, our apartments.

Everybody keeping an eye out for him.

Maybe you should get home, get some rest.

Why didn't he tell me when he first knew?

Why wait so long?

Turn to drugs, to your father, to you.

Everyone seemed to know, except for me.

I mean, how, how is that protecting me?

He didn't want to disappoint you, Amanda.

Doesn't he realize that I don't care.

All I want is him.

Oh, Ryan.

Ryan, I know everything about you,

except how to make you fall in love with me.

Hello?

Hey, it's Megan.

Um, I might be late to work today.

Kyle went crazy and burned down the house

that he and Amanda were building,

and now he's missing and Ryan has us stationed all over town,

hoping he'll show up.

I'm, uh, covering the apartment building.

Wow.

You know, I'm not surprised about any of this.

I just wonder how Kyle found out.

I mean, I certainly didn't tell him, but, uh,

you know, Amanda and Peter weren't exactly being discreet

in that hotel lobby.

I don't know what you are talking about.

This has nothing to do with Peter.

Kyle went crazy because he found out he was sterile

and he didn't know how to tell Amanda.

Ryan told me the whole story.

Oh.

What is this about the hotel lobby?

Nothing, no, I just, I got my stories mixed up.

Listen, keep your butt parked in that window

all day if you have to.

I'm gonna call Ryan and see

if I can volunteer my help.

Where'd you say he was stationed?

At the club.

The club, right, um...

Bye, now.

Michael,

I'm not so sure you should be hanging around here.

You know, to many, you're a hero, but not to all.

The correct label would be martyr, Amy.

I'm a martyr.

Anyhow, I hate to say I told you so,

but I warned you about that nurse.

Shh, I got to see this.

Wait a second, I don't get it.

What? What is it?

- Peter. - Michael,

aren't you barred from this area?

Yeah, well, I was just in the neighborhood.

The board meeting, did it go okay?

It went fine, Michael. Why?

Was just curious.

You know, you're right. I shouldn't be here.

St. John's might be calling for a recommendation,

so I'd appreciate any kind words.

I better get...

going... This way.

What is your problem?

Did you have a memory lapse

or is your watch broken? Because the board meeting

just ended and you had a job to do.

I do have an excuse, if you care.

Only if it's a very, very good one,

like you got stuck in surgery or locked in a closet.

Actually, I've done some thinking.

Oh, no, no. That is not a good idea.

That is not recommended.

I'm getting the short end of the stick here, Michael.

Sure, I'll make a few bucks.

But I'll end up alone.

I enjoy our little game.

I like the time I spend with you.

See, Michael, I think you're just about

the most fascinating man I've ever met.

Well, of course I am.

I mean, that's understandable.

And I'm not asking for anything more than a renegotiation.

Okay, if you go to Peter right now, I'll give you

a 200,000 grand cut.

As I said before,

money may very well

have nothing to do with this.

The window, it goes to the parking lot. Hurry!

Hey, is anybody in there?

Hello?

Dr. Mancini?

Oh, man.

When they throw you out of a hospital here,

they really throw you out of a hospital.

What do you mean the police can't do anything?

Not for 48 hours.

Has there been word from anyone else?

The only call I've gotten is from Jane at the agency.

Apparently, um,

the president of Passion Island Resorts called.

He's, um, invited a dozen top agencies

down to experience his singles resort in Cabo.

You know, pitch competition.

Experience the resort, conceptualize a campaign,

best campaign gets the account.

Ten million, at least.

Listen, I-I can't even think about this right now.

Um, put something together for me and keep me informed.

I'll call you later.

Passion Island Resort account, huh?

Yeah, we've been summoned as well.

So, who's Amanda sending?

Or is that company secret?

Well, probably me,

but I can't think about that right now; my brother's missing.

Yeah, I heard.

I'm sorry.

Look, drink up.

You need to hydrate.

You know, by the way, in case you care, I found my Mr. Right.

- Really? - Mm.

He's just a regular old Joe, too.

Nothing exotic or put-on.

Sincere, the guy sweats it.

He's got just the right combination

of modesty and shyness,

and it's really a killer combination

all around, wouldn't you say?

When's the wedding?

Well, we, um, have to have our date first.

We still haven't had that all-important first date.

Right.

Well, I will keep my fingers crossed for you.

Well, is there anything

I can, um, do for you?

I mean, my afternoon's pretty light.

Well, you can, uh, hang out here,

man the phones, keep an eye out for Kyle.

I'm gonna hit the streets.

All right, well, what do I do if he walks in?

Hit him over the head or tie him to the piano?

You can call my cell phone.

Julie, hey, it's me.

Listen, uh, tell the office to drop everything.

We're going after the Passion Island account.

Heard the music. Going on vacation?

Because I don't know how you can afford that.

It's business; the Passion Island Resorts account in Cabo.

Mexico, huh? That's kind of far away, Jane.

I need you in town.

Oh, what's the matter, Michael?

Are you lonely? I know.

You should ask that bimbo nurse you're sleeping with

to move in with you; in fact, I'm surprised

- you haven't already. - You know, Jane,

- how many times do I have to tell you... - You don't.

I already know you're having an affair with her.

Saint John's never called.

- They will. - The rent check's due.

- You paying for Jane's, too? - She pays her own.

- Oh. - Any word on Kyle?

No, I've been back and forth

between the lot and the police station all day.

Do you have any wine in there?

- I could really use a glass. - Yeah, sure.

You knew about Kyle's problem

the whole time, didn't you?

Yeah, I did.

He had a suspicion

because of what his Marine buddies had told him.

I did the test.

And I agreed the keep the secret.

I saw what it was doing to him by not telling you.

I asked him to come forward.

He can be a stubborn guy.

Yeah.

I'm just...

I'm so worried about him.

I know you are.

Situation sucks, sir!

I'm shooting nothing but blanks.

Objective is lost.

Fall back!

Fall back!

Had a feeling you'd be here, Kyle.

Any time you ran away as a kid,

it was always down to the barrack's gym.

Enlisted men, only.

Come on, let's get you home.

You got to hell.

I don't have a home anymore, okay?

I burned it down.

You have a wife, Kyle.

She's worried sick about you.

Yeah.

- Come on. - I bet she has

all kinds of crap to say,

but you tell her I don't want to hear it, you understand?

Pop was right,

that bastard.

Oh, feel sorry for yourself, Kyle; that's perfect.

Oh, little brother,

see, I'm not perfect.

I'm not perfect; that's the problem here.

That's her problem.

She needs perfect; she deserves

perfect.

That's a load of crap, Kyle.

What?

Two-zip, your ball.

Hey!

Come on, Kyle.

You love to beat me.

Come on, beat me.

Okay, you know what I'm gonna do?

I'm gonna beat your ass.

You know who you can't stand right now?

It's not me, Kyle.

It's not even Amanda; it's yourself.

Yeah, Dad raised this perfect little Marine, didn't he?

We had to be perfect or we were a disappointment.

I went off, forging my own life, but you, you stuck it out.

You climbed mountains, didn't you, Kyle?

Nothing was too dangerous.

You give me that ball.

And when you fell, you fell hard, Kyle.

You're not perfect, you're human.

I hate you.

I hate you.

Because I'm right.

And because for the first time in your life,

you can't whoop me.

Okay.

I just want her back so much.

I-I-I just want her back.

It's okay.

I'm so sorry.

- It's okay. - I just want her.

It's all right.

Oh.

Oh, thank God you're all right.

Oh, I was so worried.

Where were you?

Babe, I'm sorry about the house.

I... I mean, I just snapped.

- I lost it. - But I understand.

I mean, I understand that it was as much my fault.

No, you had nothing to do with this.

No, it was my fault.

I put the pressure on you; I didn't listen.

No, no, you didn't put the pressure on me.

I put the pressure on myself; Look,

I don't have very much of this figured out, just that...

I wanted to be a perfect man.

And when it turned out I wasn't, I didn't know how to tell you.

I... It was just easier to get wrecked.

Don't you realize

that you are the most perfect man ever?

You've always given me everything I have ever needed.

You're wonderful, and you're sensitive,

and you're the only family I ever need.

Oh, baby.

You believe me?

Yeah.

Just promise that you will never leave me again.

Not for a day, not for a minute.

I'm gonna get off the alcohol,

- the drugs. - Just promise me.

I promise.

Hey, Ryan.

I heard that Kyle's okay.

Yeah, yeah, for now.

Yeah, thanks for your help yesterday, by the way.

Oh, you're welcome.

Though, you know, a phone call would have sufficed.

Well, actually, I'm here to see Megan.

Yeah, of course you are.

She's in her office, I think.

- Thanks. - Yeah.

Hey.

Hey, no more bad news, I hope.

No, all good.

Kyle's back with Amanda, Dad's on his way home.

Although, that fence is gonna take a while to mend.

Actually, the reason I'm here is 'cause I have to go out of town.

I'm going to Cabo for the Passion Island account,

and I was wondering if you...

I'm sorry, I need the Flannigan file.

There.

Carry on.

Sterling Conway's going after the same account.

Lexi's got everyone working double time.

Right, so would this

or would this not be the perfect way for us to get away together?

All you have to do is convince Lexi to, uh,

let you represent Sterling Conway.

I don't know, opposing armies?

During the day, but the nights

would be just the two of us.

This is gonna take some talking.

I've got every confidence in you.

But I'm leaving tonight,

so you got to let me know as soon as you can.

- Okay. - Okay, bye.

Hmm.

Yeah, come in.

Do you have a second for a request?

- Sure, Megan, what can I do for you? - Well, I'd like to take

a stab at the Passion Island account.

Oh, that's a great idea.

Yeah.

Hey, did, um, Ryan say who Amanda was gonna be sending?

Actually, it is Ryan.

Oh, well, no, no can do.

That's that whole conflict of interest thing.

No, but we talked about it.

We have it all worked out.

Come on, Megan.

You go, he goes, spit gets swapped,

ideas get swapped.

Well, look at it this way, in a few more months,

you'll have some vacation time,

and you guys can go wherever you want.

Great, thanks.

May I ask who you are sending to Cabo?

You know, I really haven't decided yet.

Yeah?

Coffee, Ms. Sterling?

Make it a margarita, Julie.

I'm going to Mexico.

"Opening act,

"the Sharp Objects, got the room stomping

"with several harder-than-rock originals.

Oh, "Notable was lead singer, Eve Cleary,

"whose sultry get-down good looks

"and soulful renditions didn't hurt things.

Watch for these headliners in the future."

I bet that's the best review you ever got, huh?

Excuse me?

Is it Mr. G., or should I just call you Rikki?

Well, you can call me brainless, I'd still follow you anywhere.

Well, you have been a pretty poor influence

on my husband now, haven't you, Mr. Brainless?

Well, you see,

Kyle and I share a, uh, passion for having a real time.

Yeah,

Ryan told me that you supplied my husband

with a lot of his drugs.

Well, that'd be most of his drugs.

You're fired.

Take your Sharp Objects with you.

Hey!

We're the house band.

Kyle hired us, I mean, only Kyle can fire us.

Well, I am half owner of this house

and I want you out of here or I call the police.

Hey, hey, Rikki, I'll handle it.

Hey, you can't do this.

This is my career you're messing with.

- Look, I'm sorry. - Did Peter put you up to this?

'Cause it's no secret he hates the band

and the time I'm spending on it.

They're bums, okay?

They're a horrible influence on anyone they're around,

and, no, Peter had nothing to do with this decision.

Neither did Kyle, apparently.

Kyle's not here, so I'm making the decisions,

and you'll just have to live with them.

- Hey. - Hi.

Hope you don't plan on leaving without saying good-bye.

Mmm, I was just on my way over.

Oh, I am so jealous.

Salsa, sunsets, piña coladas...

Oh, and me.

Hey, yeah, Amanda wanted Jane to go as well.

Well, it's my second big shot at an account.

I mean, after Alex Bastian, it could be my last.

Yeah, we'd better get going; the limo is out front.

Great... don't worry, I'll keep an eye on him.

Oh.

Oh, yeah, and who's gonna be keeping an eye on you?

No one, Michael, I'm a free woman

and I plan to take full advantage of it.

You know, here's a prediction, Jane.

By the time you get home,

you're gonna be begging me to take you back.

Do you want to put money on that, Michael?

I'll be happy to risk everything.

Sure, how about your half of the divorce?

You know what? You two better go

before this gets any worse.

Thanks.

You just ruined the chance for me

to make a very good chunk of change.

You know what, Michael? Your confidence is unsettling.

What is that cologne I smell?

Cologne?

Yeah, that special scent.

You only use it when you want to get lucky.

You know what? You're getting a little too close.

How can I get away with anything

with all my ex-wives hanging around?

I got to go, I'm late.

Shh...

Come on in, I'll buy you a drink.

Oh, now that I think about it, I don't have anything to drink.

That's okay, we can just talk.

Okay.

Who are you, Michael Mancini?

Who are you, really?

I'm no different than anybody else.

We're all rotten inherently.

I mean, it's just human nature.

Some people hide it better than others,

but me... I'm like a volcano.

I just go along dormant and then, kablooey, I erupt.

Why?

Why? Need for power,

need for, uh, money, just need for attention.

I know I've been stringing you along about all this

and what I want to get out of it, and I'm sorry,

but I now know what I've been holding out for.

You, Michael.

I've been holding out for you.

Kyle?

Oh, my God.

Kyle.

Oh, God.

Oh, my God.

I'm sorry.

- I'm so sorry. - It's okay.

I thought I could do it, but I can't.

I can't.

I need help.

It's all right. We'll get you help.

I'll get you through this.

It's okay.

Okay.

I'm gonna need some new blood tests.

Amy, take the patient down for a complete blood workup

and send the results to the Erwich Center.

Certainly, Doctor.

- This way, please. - What's going on?

Peter will explain.

What?

I'm checking him into the Erwich Institution in Pasadena.

It's a rehab center.

It's the only choice right now.

For how long?

Long as it takes.

Hey, how you doing?

Last night was, was scary.

I felt pretty helpless.

That's why he'll be better off in a facility right now.

I'm still scared.

I know.

Radiology, E.R. Three.

Radiology, E.R. Three.

21 competing advertising agencies, all in the same place.

There's never been anything like this before.

- Yeah. - Like Passion Island,

a place where you can forget who you really are.

- Yeah. - Oh, whoops.

No hints now, no, no.

No, you people have got to come up

with these campaigns all by yourself.

First thing, though, bright and early, the beach games.

- Oh. - Oh.

Find out who's really king of this island.

Right.

Hey, better get some sleep, kids.

You're gonna need it.

Oh, God, I am so tired of kissing his butt.

What's up with these beach games?

Yeah, what, swimming, running, and a three-legged race?

No, it's just a bunch of adults acting like idiots.

Oh.

Wait a minute.

Wait, there's a good campaign ad.

Passion Island, more fun than a village of idiots.

Listen, you guys, tomorrow sounds exhausting.

I'm gonna go to bed.

Good night. - All right, good night.

And I'll second that.

Hey, wait a minute, where you going?

It's early yet.

I've run out of exciting things to experience.

Oh.

You know, we could always, um, go walk on the beach

and check out the course for tomorrow's three-legged race.

Sure, why not?

All right.

Flowers?

That is so sweet.

Even though I know it's insincere.

Oh, come on, I do feel a lot closer to you.

You know, last night... It awakened real feelings in me.

Well, in me it awakened

real demands, concrete demands.

Um, is that a list?

Number one, when I come forward,

declaring myself a liar and fraud,

you will pay me a $300,000 cut of your settlement

and you will promise to continue our relationship.

Now, Audrey, now, this, um...

It's not that we can't work this out or anything

- because I like... - Look,

I know your plan, once you were exonerated,

was to get your wife back,

but you'll just have to scrap that, Michael.

I mean, really, do you want someone back

who didn't stand behind you?

This is blackmail... You know that, right?

We're compatible, we look good together,

we're both greedy and horny

and not particularly honest.

In a perverse way we belong together.

So do you agree to my terms?

Well, I mean, do I have any choice?

Of course I agree.

Wise choice, Doctor.

So tell me

about this, uh, new guy you found.

Nah, I don't want to jinx it.

No names.

Too bad you had to fly here after, uh, just meeting him.

Well, actually, no, I think it, it worked out for the best.

You know, I don't want to blow it by saying the wrong thing.

That's my biggest fear, you know, I do too much too fast.

I just can't let nature take its course.

You know, this whole Mr. and Mrs. Right thing,

I mean, how, how does anybody really know?

If you don't mind me saying,

I really don't think that Megan is your Ms. Perfect.

Really?

Who is?

I don't know.

I just... I think you need someone more substantial,

someone smart, educated,

aggressive, sophisticated.

The only requirement I have for a mate is that...

she never stops surprising me.

I'm sorry.

I'm so sorry.

Oh, God, I let myself get out of control.

I hate when that happens.

I surprised you, though, didn't I?

Yeah, yeah, not just the kiss.

It was your apology that shocked the hell out of me.

Excuse me.

No!

Look, baby, let-let's just say good-bye right here.

I hate this.

I know, but it's not forever.

I should be able to do this for you.

I should be able to do this for myself.

Look, we're not gonna be able to talk very much. I just...

I just need you to believe in me.

Mmm.

I want you to close your eyes...

and don't open them till I'm gone.

Doctor, I need to talk to you.

Oh, I'm just about to make rounds.

I'm afraid it's really important.

Please?

All right.

What is it?

See... I kind of lied.

No, not kind of.

That's an exaggeration.

I really lied.

I made the whole thing up.

The affair, the promises that Dr. Mancini made...

None of it happened.

I just... I wanted that promotion,

and I knew to get it, I had to cut corners.

Everything Dr. Mancini said is true.

I did make it up.

I did lie.

And I'll quit.

I'll apologize.

I am so sorry.

No, no. Please.

You did the right thing in telling me this.

What about Dr. Mancini and his career?

Is-Is it too late?

Well, not to worry.

I'll take care of Dr. Mancini.

Move it, damn it. We can win this thing.

- Yeah! - Yeah!

Yeah! Yeah!

I knew we should have practiced.

Oh, I think I sprained my ankle.

- What's wrong? - I think

- she sprained her ankle. - Well, we have

a doctor on the premises.

Let me help you with that.

- Let me give you a hand. - Thanks.

Oh! Ow. Thank you.

Well, Jane there just won some serious points,

letting the boss win.

'Cause if anybody had beaten me,

whoosh, they're on the next plane home.

Right.

Ooh, I'm looking good on that.

Hmm.

Yes, uh, yeah, I'll-I'll take any job you got, any hours.

I just need a job, Doctor.

Yeah, sure, I understand.

Yeah, thank you so much.

Holy Cross in Missoula, Montana...

Even they won't take me.

Are you all right, Peter?

You don't look so good.

Audrey paid me a visit.

She said her story was a complete fabrication.

She made the whole thing up.

Told you, didn't I?

Right from the beginning, everything was a lie.

I'm just here to say, obviously, you can have your old job back.

I'll get a formal apology from the board,

and I'd like to personally apologize, as a friend,

for all the inconvenience this might have caused you.

Inconvenience?

Yeah, I suppose you could call it that.

Well, I'm... I'm sorry, Michael.

Forgive me.

Sure.

You can apologize, but I don't think

you really know what this has cost me.

I mean, can I ever restore my reputation?

Will a formal apology get me my wife back?

I mean, I don't think you understand the trauma

that this caused me, Peter.

- Nobody is arguing that, Michael. - I know,

but you want me to forgive and forget, just like that,

and I'm telling you, I don't know that I can.

I mean, uh, I have to think about

if I really want my job back here.

I mean, all those... nurses looking at me

and the whispering behind my back.

I don't know if I can function in this environment anymore.

Hey, you know what?

I shouldn't say another word until I talk to my attorney,

and I think I'm gonna call him right now.

Uh, you don't mind, do you?

Sure. Whatever you want.

You know what?

That's exactly what it might come down to...

Whatever I want.

Jane, what happened? Are you all right?

Yeah, I-I, uh, just sprained my ankle.

I had to come home.

Listen, Michael, I just ran into Peter.

I can't believe it.

That nurse came forward, it's all a lie?

I told you, didn't I?

Yes, I know, you did, and I'm sorry.

I feel awful about it.

Michael, I... I should have been more trusting

and more-more sensitive.

Don't worry about it.

I do, though, Michael. I do worry about it.

I mean, I was judging you for who you used to be,

not for who you are now.

Well, 'cause I was a louse for a very long time.

So, it's understandable that you would rush to judgment,

that everybody would rush to judgment there.

Yeah. Well, you must be pretty pissed.

Well, uh, tell you the truth,

losing my job and all that stuff didn't mean that much.

It was losing you that hurt.

The rest I could live with.

Mm. Well, I'm not lost anymore.

I'm right here.

- Oh. - Oh.

Does it hurt?

Oh, only between the kisses.

Oh, thank God. This place is falling apart.

Did you see it out there, half empty?

You know, if I round up some musicians, can you sing?

Just tell me who to call.

Actually, Amanda, I'm here to quit.

Well, that's funny.

I'm dead serious. I've just decided

I'm not letting you hold me back any longer.

Headlining here every night... That's holding you back?

You shouldn't have fired the band.

You're blaming them for Kyle's problems.

You're blaming me, when the person

you should be blaming is yourself.

You know what? I am tired

of your constant commentary on my life.

And I am sick of you constantly running my life.

I'm not your pet, Amanda.

Go ahead. Fine, get out. Go.

You're sick of me running your life?

I am sick of you dumping on me.

I'm sick of the whole world dumping on me.

Well, you dump on enough people, they always dump back.

That's life.

You're the expert.

I learned from the best, Amanda.

You.

Hey, Rikki, you book the band anywhere yet?

Working on it.

Hey, where's Amanda?

She's in the back office, but, um...

Hey.

Hmm. You owe me a check.

Plane fare back home.

My deal with your husband's my deal with you.

Just leave an address, and I'll send it to you.

Right now, I'm going home.

No, money now.

Bitch, home can wait!

That looks like a checkbook to me right there.

Two grand, make it out to cash.

I think that's a little steep.

No, look, it was half in New York,

half when I got home.

Man, I carried the dude for a month.

You know, if you're a little short, just, uh,

take it out of your dream house account, like Kyle did.

Get your ass out of this office.

Look, maybe you talk to that whipped husband of yours

that way, but not to Rikki G.

You have two seconds to get your scummy hands off of me.

No, lady, you got two seconds to write me a check.

Hey.

You all right?

What is it? What's the matter?

Take it and get out of here.

You like bad boys, don't you?

Maybe not now, but... I bet you used to.

And I bet, uh...

Yeah, I bet this whole check that you miss it.

You know, the drugs, partying.

Rough sex.

Cool.

Foreplay.

Get off of me.

Ow!

Oh, Peter, thank God.

Oh.

Oh.