(kettle whistling)
(frantic classical music)
- [Woman, Muffled] No, because it's two people
in this household, okay? (arguing over another)
- [Man, Muffled] What the fuck do you do?
- [Woman] I do everything for this house to make it a home!
- You watch TV all day. - I clean, I do the bills,
I cook for you, do forget this?
- [Man] Yeah, great job at doing that.
- [Woman] Oh my god, you are always letting me down.
- [Man] Give me a fucking break.
(breathing heavily)
(sighs)
- I'm at a loss for words.
And ...
Don't know what to say.
I've been video-journaling for
quite some time.
And,
it just doesn't seem to be working.
I can't seem to get past what happened.
I mean,
the past is the past!
Life goes on, right?
But something inside of me
can't let it go. (tearfully)
It's like,
become an obsession.
It consumes my waking thoughts
and enters my dreams at night.
It replays itself in my mind like a broken record
unable to shut off no matter how hard I try.
(breathes deeply)
My therapist tells me it'll take time.
But I don't have that kind of time.
I don't want that kind of time.
All I see is you
luring an innocent 10-year-old into the forest
with your promises of fun games of hide and seek.
You, you were her brother's best friend!
(laughs)
What were you thinking?
You destroyed her
with your sick and twisted promises!
You put your filthy hands all over her little body.
But you didn't stop there, did you.
Did you!
For years,
she's blamed herself for what happened.
She's doubted herself in
almost every situation.
And forget about ever
having a normal relationship with a man.
I trusted you!
I looked up to you.
And you threw it back in my face
in the worst possible way!
You did this.
Creating a world of nothing but hate.
You did all this to me.
And now it's time to pay.
- Dammit Carl, let me in!
You promised me you'd have the shelves up last week.
You know I need them.
You do this every time I need something from you.
You give me your word
and then it ends up getting done by a handyman.
Can't you for once
follow through for me?
- Yeah, I can.
But it's a shame to see such selfishness
come from someone who used to understand
how precious my time off is!
(electronic synth dance music)
- I'm so sorry I'm late. - Says the party animal.
- Hey, I'm not a party animal.
I just enjoy being single.
And if that happens to take me to a happening party or club,
well then, so be it!
Besides, anyone who gets up at this time in morning
to jog is out of their ever-loving mind.
What's wrong? - Nothing.
- Seriously, you're going to play that game with me?
Come on, who knows you better than your own sister?
- It's Carl.
- God, what has he done now?
- See, this is why I didn't want to tell you!
- Okay, I'm sorry, just talk to me.
I promise I'll be good.
- That's the problem, I don't know.
He's shut me out of his life.
We don't talk, and he's mean.
- Well, he's never been much of a talker.
But mean? - Heidi, you never come over,
you don't know him the way I do.
- I know, I know, I'm sorry.
Maybe he's just stressed at work.
- He's always stressed at work!
That's never stopped him before.
We used to talk about everything and anything
and now it's like, (sighs)
it's like he can't even stand to look at me.
- You think there's someone else?
- I've thought about it but I just can't go there.
There was a time when he couldn't get enough of me.
He's call in sick and we'd spend the day in bed.
He'd bring me flowers just because he loves me.
Take me to the most extravagant restaurants.
And when I said we couldn't afford it, he'd just smile.
And say, "Nothing's too good for my girl."
Now he never does those things.
- (sighs) Okay, Sharon.
Guys do those things in the beginning.
And for a little while after there's a ring on your finger.
But it fades.
Unless both of you make an effort to keep it up.
I know he's not much of a talker,
but maybe if you just question this one part,
he'll be able to address it.
- That's just it.
I'm scared he won't.
- Now what?
- Why can't you love me as much as you love your books?
(turns page)
(cellphone rings)
- Hello? - We need to talk.
Meet me at Moretti's, eight o'clock sharp.
- Uh, sure.
(mysterious dramatic music)
(cafe ambiance)
(door squeaks) (dramatic music)
(electric zaps)
(door squeaking)
- Hey.
- Sit down.
- What's the matter?
- How could you do it?
- Do what?
- She's only 18 years old. - Tom I'm not--
- Cut the crap, Carl.
I know you're having an affair with my daughter.
And it ends now.
You have 24 hours to clean out your desk.
You're fired.
- Tom. - You want Sharon
to find out about this?
- This is wrongful termination, you know it!
I can report you to the labor board.
- Oh really.
You know Carl, I don't think you want to do that.
You see, I just got back the company's quarterly reports
and, uh,
figures are all wrong.
So I had Terry go back and check the bank statements
for the last six months.
Those figures were off as well.
You know, I had him go back
as far as the last two years.
And each year,
almost five percent of our net revenue
never made it into the company's accounts.
- That doesn't make any sense.
Are you sure?
I mean, nobody's perfect no matter
how good they are with numbers.
- Yeah.
That's why I hired an outside firm.
Bachmann, Edwards and Stephens.
They confirmed the reports.
Carl, Carl, Carl.
All those nights working late in the office.
Wasn't just in your office, you know.
I had my suspicions for awhile.
So I installed cameras throughout all the offices
including my own.
And to my surprise,
there you were, fixing the books at my desk.
And later,
you were on top of my desk!
I trusted you.
I treated you like a son.
You have two choices.
You either get the hell out of this bar
and never show your face again,
or I go to the cops.
(dramatic music)
(driving, brave orchestral music)
- What's up?
- Not much, just waiting for my contact to show.
- Yeah?
How much is that gonna cost you?
- Will you stop being so cynical, man,
it's not very becoming.
- I'm being realistic. - Not everyone has a price.
- You're so naive.
- You really need to let the past be the past.
- Meaning what? - Your sister?
- What about her, man, hey!
- I'm sorry, alright!
Everybody knows it wasn't your fault!
She took a bullet for you!
Those cops, they paid for their crime!
It's over, let it go!
(dramatic music)
- You still don't think everybody has a price?
- [Reporter] A man has just been taken into custody
and is believed to be responsible for the 20 bombings
ranging from apartment buildings to church buildings
to government buildings, resulting in numerous deaths.
The police have been actively searching for the suspect
for five months,
and according to Police Commissioner Williams,
the motivation is unclear,
as the attacks have been random.
In a statement released to the press earlier this evening,
he went on to say they are confident in their arrest.
(chair squeaks)
- Why'd you do it?
- Why do you think?
- Don't play games with me.
We have eye-witnesses.
Plenty of evidence to lock you up for life.
- Then what am I doing here?
- Curiosity.
- Didn't you hear?
It killed the cat.
- So I'm told.
- Let me ask you a question, Detective.
Do you know what the Welsh meaning of my name is?
- (smirking) Enlighten me.
- God is Gracious.
- Interesting.
- Do you believe it?
- What, that God is gracious?
I don't know, I never thought about it.
- Surprising.
You, a hard-working lawman?
- What difference does it make?
God being gracious has nothing to do
with the crimes you committed!
- If God is so gracious, then why does he allow
so much darkness to roam the Earth?
Every organization claims their sole existence
is for the welfare of people.
Yet if certain specifics can't be met,
they're unable to help.
It's like that with every single group and person
you come into contact with.
What they can get and how.
That's all that matters.
Sure, they may act all noble.
And serving.
But when it comes down to it,
no one cares about anything but themselves.
It's war out there, Detective.
Survival of the fittest.
Conditions being met.
That's the key to opening the black heart
of this cold world we live in.
But you already know that, don't you.
- You?
Don't know me.
- I know enough.
- Yeah?
What is it you think you know?
- Loyalty runs deep in your family, Detective.
Especially with your sister.
- What about her? (insidious music)
- I'd say losing her life for you
is about as loyal as one can get.
- You ...
How do you know about that?
- Oh I know more than you think.
- [Detective] Go on.
- You were a wild one back in the day.
Causing trouble wherever you went.
Hated by everyone on the force
because you were screwing the lieutenant's little girl.
Tell me something, Detective,
was she worth it? - You son of a bitch!
- I'm not finished!
So of course, he's not happy.
And after pleading with his daughter to end it,
which of course, she refuses.
- Is Mom and Dad home? - Mom is, she's inside.
Why don't you go inside and say hi?
- That's okay.
- Ross, she loves and misses you.
- I'll never forgive her after the things she said to me.
- She was angry!
And defending Dad.
You know she didn't mean them.
- It doesn't matter!
If you really love someone you're gonna--
- Stop.
You have to understand where they're coming from too.
- Lydia, I love her.
And if they can't accept that then that's just tough shit.
- Fine.
But, I'm not giving up on our family.
- You wouldn't, wouldn't you. - No.
I love you, and Mom, and Dad.
And somehow, you guys'll find your way back to each other.
- [Criminal] He decides to take
a more drastic approach.
And we all know how the story ends, don't we.
- [Lydia] Watch out! (gunshot)
(somber music)
- You see?
You and I?
We're not so different.
We've both been exposed to the real world.
Not some fantasy world where everyone tries
to take care of one another.
But a world based on need,
and greed.
Just like those two cops that demanded money from you
before they would touch your sister's case.
Deep down inside, you knew they never planned
on investigating because there was one person who's back
they had the entire time.
The lieutenant's.
My dear, old Uncle Ned.
Like I said,
it's war out there, Detective.
Do you want to know the Irish meaning of my name?
- What?
- Young Warrior.
(music gets tense)
(loud crash with echo)
- Hey!
You better wake up, you're going to be late for work!
- I don't feel well.
I'll go in later.
- Can I get you anything?
- Yeah, give me a beer.
- Don't you think it's a little early?
- (angrily) Get me a beer! - (exasperatedly) Yes sir.
Here.
Is there anything else?
Are you hungry?
- No.
- Are you sure there isn't anything else you want?
- Actually, there is something.
- Yeah?
- You can leave.
(melancholy jazz music)
(door squeaks)
- (angrily) Where the hell have you been?
- Where do you think? - It's morning.
You were supposed to be home last night.
Where were you? - Work, where I always am!
- Carl,
just be straight with me.
Is there someone else?
- Where the hell is this coming from?
- You tell me!
You don't talk to me, you don't look at me,
we don't even make love anymore.
What the hell am I supposed to think?
- It's called making a living.
Something you used to do.
But because you stopped, I had to pick up the slack.
To keep this house, our cars,
your lifestyle, intact.
- So it's my fault that you don't do these things anymore.
- You know what, I'm tired.
I can't talk about this right now.
- Don't you dare walk away from me
and go hide in your office with your precious books!
- At least they know how to be quiet!
- Why do you hate me so much? (tense music)
- I don't hate you.
- Then why won't you talk to me?
- Truth?
- Of course!
- Okay, yeah, I am mad.
I'm furious.
When you were working we were a team!
We got everything together, nothing could stop us.
Then you got pregnant, and everything changed.
- So you're angry I got pregnant?
- No.
I was thrilled we were gonna have a baby.
Things started to change.
You had to quit your job and go on bedrest,
but even that wasn't enough.
You still lost the baby.
- (crying) You think I'm responsible.
(sighs)
(birds singing)
- Guess who!
- Mm, Johnny Depp. - Wrong!
- Hey, I was just kidding, get back here!
- And I thought I was the only one for you.
- You are.
Now get over here and let me show you.
Convinced? - Mmm, somewhat.
You can continue tonight because we're celebrating ...
- You got the promotion. - Yes ma'am!
And it's all because of you and your good luck charm.
- I'm so proud of you! (cellphone ringing)
So, what are you going to be doing?
When do you start?
- Hello?
Yeah, okay.
I'll be there.
I gotta go.
- What about tonight? - I'll call you later.
(birds singing)
(making flying sounds)
- Mm, yummy! (both laughing)
- Wait, you got something right there.
- That was nice.
I love it here.
So peaceful.
I never want to leave.
- What did she do now?
- How do you do that? - Do what?
- Read my mind, know what's going on with me.
- Cuz I love you.
- It was my mother.
We had another fight.
- Let me guess, about me, right?
Answer me.
- Yes.
- What was it about this time?
- What else?
Your job, who you hang out with,
anything she can find.
Only this time it was a lot worse.
(door closes)
- Well, look what the cat dragged in.
And it looks like she's an hour late.
- [Daughter] Sorry, Jack ran out of gas
and we had to take care of the care.
- Oh please, do you really think I'm that stupid?
- What, it's the truth!
- How could I have raised someone so naive?
- What is that supposed to mean?
- (angrily) It means, wake up!
No man accidentally runs out of gas.
They do it on purpose to get into your pants!
- You're drunk.
I don't have to listen to this.
- You will listen to me and show me
the kind of respect that I deserve!
Because I am your mother!
I've had it with your lies and your sticking up for Jack!
Your grades are suffering because of that lowlife.
You're my daughter and you're way to good for him!
You may have been Daddy's little girl,
but as you can see, he's no longer with us.
You're my responsibility, and you will end it now.
- I'm not lying, and I certainly wouldn't cover for Jack.
I -- - Have you seen
the scum that he hangs around with?
Cuz I have.
And what does he do for a living, again?
- A personal assistant.
- That is just perfect.
That's a step above being a gofer.
How do you think everyone at Stonepoint
is going to react when they find out
that my daughter is dating a roadie?
- Shut up! (dramatic music)
I'm sick and tired of you ragging on Jack.
He is the sweetest, kindest man I've ever met
and you should be thanking him I'm alive
after what happened to Daddy.
I was the one that found him dead on the carpet.
Where were you, Mother?
Shopping as usual, too drunk to even remember
coming home to the house being in shambles from the robbers!
- Why you little-- - No!
It's my turn to talk.
After Daddy died all I wanted to do was be with him.
And I often wished I was there that night
so they would have killed me as well.
(sobbing) But then I met Jack.
And he gave me a reason to live again.
And I'll be damned if you're going
to take that away from me!
- You keep seeing him and you're on your own!
- She threatened to kick me out and stop paying for college
if I keep seeing you.
"You're on your own," as she put it.
(crying)
(doorbell rings)
- What are you doing here?
- Is Caroline home? - No.
- Why do I have a hard time believing you?
- Check for yourself.
- Caroline?
Caroline!
Where is she?
- Enlighten me, Jack.
Does Caroline know what you do for a living?
- (sharply) Where is she?
- I asked you a question. - And I asked you a question.
Now where is she?
- I don't know.
- (angrily) Where is she?
- Let go of me! - Not until you tell me
where she is.
- Do you want me to call Vinnie?
- How do you know Vinnie? (threatening music)
- That's not important.
What is is that you stop seeing Caroline.
- No way.
- Tell me something, Jack.
Does she know how many men you've killed?
- I didn't think so.
You see, you're nothing but trash
that kills for money.
And maybe one night your job took you
to 1645 Park Street,
where you took out
a Mister Maxwell Turner.
Otherwise known as Caroline's daddy.
Now how do you think she's going to react
when she finds out that her sweet, loving boyfriend
murdered her own father in cold blood?
- I didn't know.
- Oh, that he was her father?
I don't think that's going
to make much difference in her eye.
- So, it was you!
You were the one who ordered the hit!
- I don't know what you're talking about!
- And you're calling me trash. - Get out!
- I don't think so!
You threaten to expose me and yet
who's the one who ordered the hit?
- If you think Caroline is going to take
your word over mine, you've got another thing coming!
There is no way in hell
that you are ever going to see my daughter again!
Cuz if you do,
(whispered) you'll regret it.
(sweetly) Do we understand each other?
- You'll have to kill me first.
- I can arrange that!
(happy piano music)
- [Caroline] What's the matter?
- Nothing.
- Don't lie to me.
You know you can tell me anything.
What's wrong?
- Your mother.
- Oh god, what now?
- It's just her ...
Her hatred for me, it's a problem
that I don't think is going to go away any time soon.
- Yeah, well, ever since Daddy died
she's been more over-protective.
- Just a little.
- I don't care what she thinks.
You're all that matters to me and I love you.
- I love you.
- You know why I fell in love with you?
Your kindness,
your gentleness,
tenderness,
but you're also prideful.
You wear it like a badge of honor.
(breathing shakily)
- [Jack] Can I get you a drink?
- Whiskey.
Jesus, Jack.
How many times do I have to ask you?
When are you going to get a real suit?
I hope there are no hard feelings.
You know, business is business.
- Yes, business is business,
but sometimes, personal issues have a way
of making themselves known.
- [Boss] (laughing) Yeah, well,
when it came to the business,
when have you ever listened to me?
- Never. (chuckles)
Shall we get this done? - Sounds good to me.
(sighs)
(shuffling through papers)
- Is there a problem?
- You know damn well there is!
What the hell is this?
- I don't know, you tell me.
Well, will you look at that.
You no longer own anything, hmm.
Did you know about this?
- Shut the hell up!
What did you do? (suspenseful music)
- You should always be careful of snakes.
I hear their bite can be poisonous.
Especially the velvet ones.
But then again, you've met one, haven't you.
I believe his name is Tony Gonzalo.
You remember Tony, don't you?
The man's club you stole,
as well as his sister's life?
Well, it seems like he's never quite forgiven you.
And has a friend, by the name of Victor Edwards.
Sound familiar?
It should, considering Victor owns Edwards Sale Company.
The same company you insisted on doing the paperwork
for Tony's club, as well as all the businesses we took over.
You see,
there's been a slight change of plans.
Victor signed the club over the Tony,
and all the deeds that we purchased together,
now belong to yours truly.
(angrily) Sign them!
- You son of a bitch!
We had a deal!
- Unlike you, I'm through screwing people over
for blood money! - So that's it, it's over,
just like that?
- I'm giving the companies back
to the rightful owners' families, and then I'm out.
(chuckling)
- What is this?
Salvation of one?
You think you could leave just like that?
- No, but I can at least try to run when you're dead.
- Jackie, come on.
Be smart. - I am.
Starting over may not be in the plan,
but at least justice will be served
to all those grieving families.
- What made you the executioner all of a sudden?
May I remind you that you've been behind
that smoking gun more than once?
Or, is this about payback?
Sweet Caroline?
You were so young and fresh
and dangerous to the core when I found you.
I knew I could mold you
into the killing machine that you are.
But there was always one thing
standing in the way of taking you to the top.
- (whispers) Caroline. - Caroline.
- You had her killed.
- It was business.
I needed you to be on my team.
She was in the way.
I couldn't afford to lose my best man,
now could I?
Besides,
I always get what I want.
- You fucking bastard! (gunshot with echo)
- I think it's best if I leave.
I'll be at Heidi's.
(everyone cheering)
(dramatic music)
(electric zaps)
(friends speaking excitedly over each other in background)
- Thought I'd bring you some cake.
I know how much you love sugar!
- No thanks.
- Since when do you turn down cake?
- Just not in the mood, I guess.
- Okay.
Still can't believe you left your job!
- It's like I said, I needed a change.
(dramatic music building)
(electronic zaps)
- Remember Jim Morgan? - From high school?
- Yeah, I hear he not only started his own company,
but he's hiring as well.
Maybe you should check it out.
- Yeah, maybe I will.
- Alright, what's wrong.
Is it Sharon?
- How'd you know?
- It's not hard to guess.
Take a look around, she's not here.
- Yeah.
- Wanna talk about it?
- Nothing really to talk about.
We got in a fight, she moved out.
- She moved out?
- I don't know, man.
(sighs) I guess it's over.
- Do you want it to be over?
- I don't know what I want anymore.
- Well there's your problem!
How can you make a decision
if you don't even know what you want?
- [Random Man] Heads' up!
(lets out breath in amazement)
Hey man, can throw that thing over here?
- Are you ready for a game? - (laughing) Hell yeah!
- What do you say, partner? - Let's do it!
(dance club music)
(pages turning)
- Mmm, which one?
- Mm, the black one.
- A woman after my own heart.
So you sure you won't come out with me tonight?
Claude is super hot!
- Thanks, but no thanks.
There's some great movies on tonight.
- You know, there's nothing wrong
with having a little fun.
No one's asking you to sleep with him!
- I know, it just wouldn't feel right.
- You know, I really hope Carl realizes how lucky he is
to have such a terrific woman as yourself.
- I don't know, but you're sweet for saying so.
- Okay, I'm gonna get dressed.
- And my movie's going to start.
Have fun tonight and tell Claude I say "Bonsoir!"
(Heidi laughs)
(tense music builds)
(electronic zaps)
(horn honks)
- Oh shit, sorry!
- Can you spare some change for a cup of coffee?
- I don't even have a dime for myself.
- Well,
maybe this will help.
(wind blowing slowly)
- That's a first. - What?
- Someone like you giving someone like me change?
- You think just cuz I live on the street
I'm incapable of empathy?
- I didn't say that.
- But, that's what you meant.
A man's home doesn't define who he is.
All it says is what he is, how much he has.
Sometimes even that's a lie.
(sighs) You need to redefine yourself, and those around you.
Don't be so quick to throw everything away.
Life is too precious. (hopeful piano music)
With every situation, there are options.
Not many, but enough.
With every option is a price tag.
The object is, choose the best option
for the least price tag.
(sighs)
- Hey, Jim!
It's Carl.
Yeah. (laughing)
I'm good, how are you?
Good, listen,
is that position still available?
Well I, I guess it's just time for a change.
Yeah, Wednesday'd be perfect.
10AM, alright, see you then!
Great, tell your family I say hi.
Alright, bye.
- Can't sleep?
Have you been crying? - Ah, allergies.
Did you have a good time?
- Not really.
Same old club, same old people.
- Top a squat.
- God, I haven't heard that saying since we were kids!
In fact I think the last time I heard it was from you.
- Well I'm glad something I said stuck with you.
- Why would you say that?
- Oh, the proverbial older sister,
telling the younger sister what to do.
- That's not true.
I mean, you always looked out for me,
but I never resented it.
- Yeah, truth be told, I was always jealous of you.
- Why?
- Being the younger one, you got away with so much more.
And I always thought Mom and Dad loved you more than me.
And then you got older, and you telling me
about all the dates and parties you'd go to,
and one night, I was so envious!
I just pictured your life
as just one big party after another.
You know, there were times when
I actually wished I wasn't married,
just so I could be happy.
(heartfelt piano music)
- It's funny that you say that because,
I always thought the answer to a happy life
was being wealthy and being married to a handsome husband.
Talk about being green.
Why do you think I avoided visiting you and Carl so much?
- But you always have a smile on your face
and you seem so happy!
- Yeah, even hear the saying,
smiling on the outside,
- [Together] While crying on the inside.
- I'm so sorry, I had no idea.
- It's not your fault.
I guess we just always just looked at each other
through green-colored glasses.
- Not anymore.
- What are you going to do about Carl?
- I don't know.
He hasn't called.
I don't know.
- You still love him, don't you?
- (whispered) Yeah.
(typing)
(thoughtful music)
- [Sharon's Voice] You don't talk to me,
you don't look at me,
we don't even make love anymore!
What the hell am I supposed to think?
- [Carl's Voice] When you were working, we were a team!
We got everything together, nothing could stop us!
Then you got pregnant, everything changed.
- [Sharon's Voice] So you're angry I got pregnant?
- [Carl's Voice] No, I was thrilled
we were going to have a baby.
Things started to change.
You had to quit your job and go on bedrest,
but even that wasn't enough.
You still lost the baby.
[Bum's Voice] You need to redefine yourself.
With every situation there are options.
With every option, there's a price tag.
- (laughing) Carl, long time no see!
How are you? - Fine, fine, how are you?
- Oh, never better.
How's Sharon? - Good!
How's your family doing?
- Terrific, the kids'll drive you crazy
but can't help but love 'em.
Come on, sit down!
You want something to drink? - No, no, I'm good, thanks.
- So, you asked about the position over the phone.
- I did!
- Can I ask why?
I mean, you've been with Tom for (laughs) a long time!
What, eight years?
Why now, do you want to quit?
- Have you ever come to a point in your life
where you're at kind of a crossroads?
You look back at your life
and don't really like what you see?
- Yeah, but changing your life doesn't guarantee happiness.
- True, but why keep going down that same road
if all it does is bring you misery?
It makes you miserable to be with.
Look, I need a change, and your company needs
someone like me to bring it back up
to where it should be.
(laughing)
- Well, I can't argue with you there.
Well, I've known you a long time, Carl,
and you're a good man.
And I think we can make a go of this.
Welcome aboard! - Thank you.
You won't regret it!
(dramatic music builds)
(electronic zaps)
(sighs)
(phone buzzes)
- Hello? - Hi.
- Hi. - How are you?
- I've been better, you?
- I know what you mean.
I'm okay.
- How's work?
- Same.
- Oh.
- Listen.
I'm so sorry.
I never meant to hurt you.
Maybe we could get together?
Have dinner, talk? - I'd like that.
- How about Saturday at eight?
At Vikares?
- Sounds fine. - Okay.
I'll see you there!
- I'll see you there.
- (uncertain) Bye. - (frustrated) Bye.
(sighs)
- So, you got a hot date?
- I thought I did.
- Well who are you going out with?
- Carl. - Well that's a good thing,
isn't it? - I don't think so.
I mean, he apologized and everything,
but he never offered to pick me up and take me out.
(sighs)
He wants just to meet so we can talk.
I think he wants a divorce.
- What makes you say that?
- Well, wouldn't he offer to pick me up
if he wanted to save our marriage?
You know, act like it's a date?
- Okay, I see what you're saying,
but don't be so quick to judge.
You're not inside his head. - Ugh, true.
But if I meet him with no expectations
then at least I can't get hurt, right?
- Thanks for coming here. - No problem.
- I thought we'd have more privacy this way.
- I understand.
- Not that I didn't want to take you out.
Especially Vikares. - Carl, it's okay.
I understand.
- Remember that waiter we had?
It was his first night, (both laughing)
he kept screwing up everybody's order?
He brought us the most expensive Champagne,
put it on someone else's bill. - Yeah, poor guy.
Almost lost his job. (laughing)
- I'll never forget that night.
- Neither will I.
It was the night you proposed.
- It certainly was.
You wore that burgundy dress, that cream-colored scarf,
wrapped around your neck, it fell down your back.
- You remember that? - How could I forget?
You were beautiful.
- You made me feel beautiful.
Carl, what happened to us?
- I don't know.
(sighs)
This isn't working.
We fight all the time.
Even when we're not fighting
there's so much tension between us
you could cut it with a knife.
Look.
I'm not happy.
And I think it's safe to say you're not either.
So I think,
we need to make a change.
Let's go out of town for a few days, just you and me.
- What?
(cute piano music)
- I love you.
And these past few days I've realized how wrong I've been.
I miss you.
And I really think we can get back what we once had.
Let's just go, let's take a vacation.
It's been years.
We can go to Tahiti.
I know you've always wanted to go there.
- But what about your job?
- I actually just got hired by Jim.
I don't start for a couple weeks.
Look.
I know these past few years haven't been the easiest.
Like I said, it's time for a change.
- Carl, is everything okay?
- What do you mean?
- I mean,
is there something you're not telling me?
This just doesn't make sense for you.
- Let's just say,
life is all about choices.
Making the right choice can be difficult,
but not impossible.
(clock ticking)
(mysterious electronic music)
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