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Absolutely not!

The dairy is
our oldest industry.

I cannot allow this.

This campaign will sell milk.

[Gary] I don't care.

Now, if you wanna use pornography
to sell your lingerie,

well, that's one thing.

But this dairy is
a city-owned company.

Well, the reason
it's city-owned, Gary.

is because
we saved it from Chapter 7.

Rome is identified by its dairy.

And she is a Rome native.

She's also Miss December 1985,

Women of the Cheese State...

I mean, just look at that.

Well, that's a tasteful layout.

It isn't even full nudity.
Most--

Thank you.

Many actresses pose these days.

[Jimmy]
I'm surprised that you two women

would go for
such exploitation as this.

The top-performing print
campaigns all sell with sex.

This is milk.

Consider
your target audience here.

Mothers buy this product. They--

When women buy, especially food,

they like to see a spectacular
body image.

But this is milk!

She is a Rome native,

the human personification
of udders,

and she's coming tomorrow.

We're gonna start right in
with the photo sessions.

I want pictures
with the sheriff's department,

with the fire department,
and with me.

And I think for
the Thanksgiving Day parade,

we should make her
grand marshal.

- In the parade?
- Come on, Gary, it's exposure.

What the floods took away...

this woman could give back.

But this is milk.

[theme music playing]

[theme music ends]

- [trombone playing]
- [Matthew] I gotta back up!

They're so big!
I can't even get 'em in the shot.

Easy with the trombone, OK?

Honey, your journalistic
integrity aside,

I'm not crazy about you walking
around looking like that.

That's the point. Mom!
First person.

"A day in the life of a C-cup."

[Matthew] Let me squeeze them.

- They feel real.
- I will slap you.

How would you know that, Matthew.

He felt-up Mary Quinn.

- What?
- He did what?

- [Matthew] By accident.
- Second base!

Never mind!

We can talk about that later.
Kimberly!

Mom,
this is a legitimate project.

You're the one behind using
a sex object to sell milk

and lead the parade.

No, the parade was
never my idea.

[Kim] Well, I'm sorry

but I think an article

on what it's like to be
a sex object is timely.

[Matthew] And the documentary
will be even better.

Everybody smile.

Come on, come on!

Big smile. That's it, great,
great, Sydney, OK baby.

Now, lick the neck
of the bottle, would you?

Fantastic, yes!

- Give me a break!
- Yes and yes!

That's terrible.

You're a convict's dream, baby.

Let's go, let's go.

Hold it, ace, all right? Relax.

[Kenny] Who's that?

- [Kim] Husband.
- [Sydney] What?

- All right, you're doing great.
- OK.

Go ahead, go ahead.

The man who knows
what he's doing.

OK, we forgot the handcuffs, baby,

never mind,
let's have a giggle, yes.

OK, I love it, products!

We've got to see products.
Oh, we love milk.

- Excuse me.
- Um...

I'm sorry,
they're painting the bathroom,

told me that
I could change in here.

Well, I'm just the sheriff.

I hope my work
doesn't get in the way

of your fashion show.

Gee, there's some attitude.

[sighs] Sorry.

No, you're not.

The mayor told me
you don't approve.

Would you mind turning around
for just a second?

Oh!

Uh, look, it's-- it's not that
I don't approve of you.

You just wouldn't have been
my first choice to promote milk.

- That's all.
- Or to lead a parade.

Yeah, that too.

OK I'm finished.

Sydney Hall.

Jimmy Brock.

Actually,
we met a few years ago.

I was driving home
to see my mom,

apparently going too fast,
you gave me a ticket.

Yeah, well, I'm, I'm sure
you're a better driver for it.

Yeah, yeah.

You know,
I get pulled over a lot,

you're the only police officer
to ever give me a citation.

Yeah, well, I--
I never did fall for that

open map across the lap,
I'm lost routine. [laughs]

[chuckles]
You remember me!

We talked well over an hour.

You said, "Do you want
to make old-time movies?"

That's right.

Come on, baby, they're waiting.

Um, uh,
I'm ready, I'm set.

Uh, Sheriff Brock,
this is my husband, Ron.

Yeah, we met already. Hi.

Um, you overdo it
with the lipstick.

What? The photographer said
it was fine.

Yeah, well, it's not fine.

You come off
looking like a whore.

Yeah, a lot.

Honey, look at me.

Yeah, now you look good.
She look good?

- Great.
- Yeah. [laughing]

You look good, come on.

[door closes]

You do look good.

- Lisa.
- I know, I know, it's stupid but...

look at all the guys
that have been noticing.

Yeah,
for two very artificial reasons.

That doesn't make me feel--

- Matthew, back up!
- [laughter]

[Matthew]
I want to hear dialog.

It can't be a documentary

unless people don't
notice the camera.

Beat it.

Hi, Lisa. Hi, Kim.

[Lisa] Hi.

Hi.

Well, I gotta go to class, so...

- See you later.
- OK.

It's ridiculous, isn't it?

- [man] Hey, Jeff, wait up!
- Yeah.

[bell ringing]

[man] Just move that cold plate
right to midline.

- [woman] This one?
- Yeah, you just need to see

a bit of the valuables in there.

Great, love it.

Damn it,

those raisins don't photograph.

Let's bring in the cocoa puffs.

It's way too much reflection.

Let's try the strawberries.

Hey, I'm not keeping her
in there all day.

That milk 60 degrees,
for God's sake!

She could catch pneumonia!

- Hey!
- What's happening?

[clamoring]

- [Ron] Sydney!
- [man] A little help!

All right,
get her over to Jill's office.

- Closer than the hospital.
- I'm here, sweetie, I'm right here.

- Right in front of you. Look!
- Come on, move it, move it!

Get in there, get in there!

[man] Let's go, come on,
come on, go, go, go!

I'm fine, I'm just fine.

You sure, baby?

You have a bruise here
at the base of the neck.

And the symptoms are consistent
with a concussion.

I must have hit my head on that
over-sized bowl or something.

Hmm, well,
I want to test your blood sugar.

Have you had
any episodes of dizziness?

No, she hasn't.

I-I'm telling you I probably...

just whacked my head on that,
on that bowl

and knocked myself out.

[Ron] It's cause you're
not sleeping, that's what it is.

I'm OK. Really,

I wish everybody would
stop overreacting.

I'm, I'm completely fine.

She's lying.

The bruise was an old one.

And she had another one
on her ribs turning yellow.

- She's covering.
- For him?

You said that he smeared
her lipstick in the office?

He was very controlling
with her here.

I think you better talk to her.

Well, if she's a typical
battered wife,

she's not gonna talk to us.

If she's
a typical battered wife,

it's only going to get worse.

Talk to her.

[girl] Cute outfit.

[boy] Yeah,
you look really good.

Thanks.

- [girl] Is your hair different?
- No, not really.

And I have a 22-pound turkey.

- Oooh!
- [both chuckle]

- You think that's good enough?
- Oh, that's plenty. Plenty.

[Jill] Mmm.

Good night, honey. Love you.

I love you too.

[photographer]
Nah, this isn't working for me.

Ethan, we've got to re-light.

Everybody, take five.

Hey, lifeguard,

never thanked you
for the rescue.

Oh, just part of the job.

Uh, can you talk a second?

Yeah, I guess.

[clears throat]

Where's your husband?
Is he here?

Is my husband here?
That's a curious question.

Oh, no, no, no, I--

[chuckles]
He's at the mayor's office.

They're going over
the dairy contracts.

Oh, well...

I've been doing
some checking around and, uh...

Well,
doctors are required by law

to report any
evidence of a crime.

There are three different hospital reports
from Los Angeles,

where the doctors thought you
had been beaten.

Those doctors are wrong.

I'm an avid horseback rider.

Sometimes I-I just fall off.

You were a better liar when I
pulled you over for speeding.

Does your husband hit you?

It's just ridiculous.

I know domestic violence
when I see it.

What's ridiculous
is why you lie to protect them.

[Carter]
That's the Stockholm Syndrome.

The victim actually feels
she cannot survive

without the abuser.

Yes, but that usually applies

to women in isolation.

Sydney Hall.

There are no
socioeconomic boundaries.

Rich, poor, lawyers, doctors.

There are over 2 million
battered women

in this country every year,
you know that.

Are we talking
forced copulation?

- Carter.
- I'm a clinician, I need all the facts.

There are no facts.
I'm just accident-prone.

You can't even look at me.

Look at me.

I saw through you
eight years ago,

and I'm looking right
through you now.

He loves me too much sometimes.

He gets crazy.
It doesn't happen often.

Once is too often.

Look, he takes care of me.

This whole dairy thing,

none of this would
have happened without Ron.

No man has ever loved me
as much as he does.

Do you love him?

Of course I love him.

I must love him.

Why else would I put up
with everything I put up with?

Because you don't think
you have any other choice.

You want to fill me in
on my choices?

You of all people can see me
for what I am.

Put me on a float,

let me lead a parade.
The fact remains...

I'm a desperate
wannabe actress

with a centerfold and a couple
of commercials on my resume.

And the only reason I got that far
is because of Ron.

Where am I gonna go?

[Carter] She probably
actually feels grateful.

But why am I telling you
about misogyny, Jill ?

You know more about this
than me.

Well,
I was thinking maybe this isn't

classic
Battered Spouse Syndrome.

I mean, maybe this is a woman
who's addicted to violence.

Didn't you do a study on that?

Stress Seekers! Absolutely!

It's a, uh...

fear anxiety hormone released
by the noradrenaline gland.

It stimulates pleasure centers
in the brain.

Do they copulate
after he beats her?

- Carter--
- I need facts!

Never mind, just talk to me here

about hormones
and the brain and sex.

Now, what if there's a couple,

who are very attracted
to each other.

But after years of marriage,

even though
they're still attracted,

do you think
it would be possible

that the brain would just stop,

I don't know, releasing
the hormone that causes arousal?

Of course, but that would be
symptomatic of any marriage.

What's that got to do
with why Sydney Hall

would stay with a wife beater?

Well, I don't know. Maybe,

maybe the stress
has sexual benefits.

I don't know,
I'm just... I'm thinking aloud.

I can think aloud, right?

I'm a doctor, these are medical
questions about sex.

I can ask medical questions,
can't I?

There are not
just medical questions.

There are psychological
and emotional consequences

that go with implants, as well.

I know.

Can you tell me
why you want them?

If I may say,
your breasts are very nice.

Very proportionate.

Look, I've always
thought implants were stupid

for anybody.

- But?
- But...

I don't know...

I guess I've always fantasized
about being bigger.

And when I did this
experiment for the newspaper,

I was really hoping
to prove to myself

that the idea of having
a bigger chest was stupid.

But it did make me
feel different.

Different in what way?

I'm not sure.

Braver, maybe.

It was easier for me to
look people in the eye.

It doesn't make any sense.

But I felt...

I could laugh...

I felt really good.

I have no intention
of leaving my husband.

Intentions are often
predicated on options.

I can only assume that you're
ignorant of your choices.

So therefore dismiss what you
think your intentions are.

Let's not waste time lecturing.

Exactly my thoughts.

Let us not waste time.

You see, unlike Jimmy,

I'm not acting out of
the goodness of my heart.

I'm charging my flat hourly fee.

Sheriff Brock is paying,
so let's not waste his money

and cut to it.

I have photocopies
of your contract

on the milk campaign.

Handsome compensation.

With that income you'll have
an economic base to live on,

and you won't need Ron.

It's not just about the money.

I don't want to leave him.

Oh, of course not. [chuckles]

Things are going to get better.

After all, he's going to change,

and he'll never hit you again.

I feel him turning over
a new leaf as we speak.

Sooner or later,
you will have had enough.

Maybe it's tomorrow
or maybe a year.

The trick is to be ready.

I want you to open
a private bank account.

Also hide some cash.

Your decision could be made
in the middle of the night,

and you'll need motel money.

- [tearing]
- And here's a number for

a shelter hotline.

For God's sake,
this is my husband,

you're talking
as if he's a criminal.

Well, I'm glad to see
you're paying attention.

What are you doing here?

I had a meeting.

- About what?
- [Douglas] Gladys.

Gladys, could you--

Oh...

Gladys stepped out.

Uh, Mr. Wambaugh, could you
give us a second, please?

Of course. I have great respect
for the sanctity of marriage.

If he attacks you, just scream.

I'll call the police.

[door closes]

Is that what you're saying?

That I attack you.

I can't take this anymore, Ron.

I know you love me,

but you hurt me sometimes.

I get up every morning, I...

call New York to get
the breakdowns from the agents.

I work the casting directors.

I got you this dairy contract.
I mean, this is our break.

Can you take your hands off me?

You think there's something
better out there waiting for you?

You think that?

[Jill]
Matthew, is that Bill Pugen?

[Matthew] It's for the parade.
He was our mayor.

I figured it'd be good
to honor him.

No, Matthew,
this could be in bad taste.

What?

Bill Pugen caught on fire

and burned up, that's what.

[screams and laughter]

Cool, a water balloon!

- No, give me that!
- [Jill and Kim] Zachary!

[Matthew] Zack, Zack, over here!

Matthew, you give
that back right now!

[Zack] Let me see!

[Matthew laughing]

[Jill]
First of all, they're dangerous.

That's silicone,
these are saline.

No, there are still a lot of
open questions on saline.

You're underage, you--

The doctor thinks
I've reached full maturity.

- With the parents' consent.
- Oh, Kimberly.

Mom,
this is a very subjective thing

and it's a very personal thing.

I don't even know
if I want to do it,

but just give me
some space here.

This is an intrusive procedure.
Whe--

Mom,
what if you woke up one morning

and Daddy was no longer
attracted to you?

What makes you think he's
no longer attracted to me?

I don't, I'm saying what if?

[sighs] Well...

Well, I would not
put these inside of me.

Well, you have great breasts.

I-I just can't believe that you
would recommend implanting--

I'm not recommending it.

I'm just not going to dismiss it
out of hand

and neither should you.

She's a teenager.

Your daughter has
low self-esteem, Dr. Brock.

She finds it difficult to make
eye contact with people.

She can't relax in the company
of friends, sometimes.

Kimberly?

I'm not suggesting new breasts
as a cure,

but more self-confidence in
her physical appearance

could help her
socially, academically.

You're sitting here
as a doctor telling me

that people should locate
self-esteem in breast size?

I'm suggesting that Kimberly
may be doing just that.

And if that is what she's doing,
then I might add

that she is accurately
reading our culture because--

Well, there's a difference
between reading our culture

and surrendering to it.

Women getting implants just
perpetuates the magazine image.

I'm not discussing the ills
of society here, Dr. Brock,

I'm talking about your daughter,
my patient.

So am I, and she's not going
to do this.

She can't do it without
parental consent,

and there's no way I'm going
to give it to her, not a chance.

I don't know
your daughter very well,

but from what I've seen,

I doubt that's
the kind of response

that's going to make
an impression.

[footsteps approaching]

I called your home.

Your wife told me you
were working late.

What's wrong?

My life...

pathetic as it might have been,

was one that I'd accepted.

At least I wasn't tormenting
myself with the idea

that-- that things
could be better.

And now...

You say things to me.

You set me up with a lawyer
who fills my head.

This doesn't help.

Sydney...

You make me
feel like somebody...

[sad sigh]

that I-I know I'm not,
I know I'll never be.

You deserve a good life.

So...

What if I declare Ron the enemy,

free myself, what then?

What's out there?

I don't remember everybody

that I give
a speeding ticket to.

When I first saw you
all those years ago

and again
when I saw you yesterday,

I don't know what it is.

But I know
I'm looking at a woman

who shouldn't accept anything
less than what she wants.

Is the life you have now with
Ron what you really want?

Why are you doing this?

You should go.

This, uh,
shouldn't have happened.

How come you've been
working so late?

- What?
- Three or four nights this week

you've been working
past midnight,

why?

Oh, well, basically we're going
to be closed down

with the Thanksgiving holiday

and I got a lot of stuff
I want to get done.

Did she find you last night?

Who?

Sydney Hall.

She telephoned here I said
you're at the office.

Yeah, yeah, she, uh...

- She's upset, you know.
- Oh.

I'm trying to help her,
we got her, uh,

all worked out by leaving
her husband, you know.

So, upset.

Mmm.

Well...

I’ll see you later, honey.

- I have truly wonderful news.
- What?

Sydney Hall is a free woman.

What do you mean?

I mean, she's not married.

At least, not legally.

Her husband, Ron,

divorced his first wife
of March in 1987.

Married Sydney
in July in Madison.

- What are you talking about?
- The state of Wisconsin

requires a six-month
waiting period after a divorce.

Which means

that Sydney’s marriage to Ron
could be annulled.

We could do it in a day.

No alimony, nothing.

She'll wipe that slate clean

and send that bum packing.

Oh, I get it.

I should be packing, right?

I'm the bum.

I knew you were there
all the time.

I'm a character.

Big group effort to save Sydney.

What a lucky girl she is
to have all of you.

I mean, where would she be without all you
wonderfully giving people?

Ron, can we talk about this
in private?

You don't know me.

None of you know me.

He's right, Jimmy.

We pre-judged on account of

the fact that he beats his wife.

[Jimmy] Doug.

Yeah, sometimes
I’ve mistreated her.

I lost my temper.

Said and done a lot of things
that I regret.

But at the end of every day,

I was there for her.

I was there to take care of her

and to love her.

Ask her if she ever doubts that.

Nobody could ever doubt that.

Nobody.

Hi, Gladys.

I need to see Kim.

Are they in with a client?

No, Mr. Wambaugh is out

and Kimberly's in with, uh...

I think it's personal.

Too personal for her own mother?

Uh, depends.

- Depends on what?
- Um...

Which mother
we're talking about.

Lydia.

[door closes]

Hello.

What a surprise!

What brings you here?

Kimberly called me.

Oh, what about, sweetheart?

Well, she really doesn't need a reason
to call her mother, does she?

No, no, I was just curious.

Was there a reason?

I want Lydia to consent
to the breast--

I knew it!

- If I decide to!
- Jill...

I certainly hope you said no.

- Well...
- Oh, I-I--

You've got to be kidding me!

No daughter of mine is going to
stick those things into her.

She's my daughter too, Jill.

- You keep forgetting that.
- How could you possibly say yes?

- I haven't said yes yet.
- But you're considering it.

- [both talking over each other]
- Oh, God, here we go.

...considered it
before you said no.

Kim would have had
a considered response.

There you go,
those word games again.

OK, this time, Lydia,
I'm pulling rank on you.

- [Kimberly] Hey!
- Meaning what?

- Cut it out!
- [Jill] If you insist on playing

the best friend,
then let me play the mother.

- I'm her parent too, Jill.
- Part of being a parent

is saying no
even when it's unpopular.

- [all shouting over each other]
- Hey!

You're going to completely ruin Thanksgiving.

And you!

Of all the people I didn't need
to see right now,

Thanksgiving is completely
ruined. Thank you, both.

[door opens]

[door closes]

[sirens blaring]

The husband Ron,
he just went crazy.

- Started throwing things.
- Anybody hurt?

No, but he punched a cow,
knocked it out.

- Knocked out a cow?
- With one punch.

[mooing]

[Ron]
Why did you go to a lawyer?

I asked you a question,
I expect--

What the hell are you doing going
to a lawyer?

Not now.

I will talk to you
about it at the hotel.

- No, now! Right now!
- Not now!

- Quiet down.
- She's my wife.

You stop with the brainwashing.

Mr. Hall, I’ll have you arrested
if I have to.

Go ahead, you're trying to
make me lose my wife.

You think I give a damn about
being arrested?

Do whatever the hell you want.
She's mine.

Kenny, take him.

Come on, let's go.

[Ron] This'll never stick.

[Jimmy] I brought him
in for questioning.

Now, Sydney,
I'm going to bring in later.

Maybe now should be ready
to make a statement.

Well, if she does, we're dead.

Jimmy, if it comes out
that she's a battered wife,

she's worthless
as a spokesperson.

She won't be
able to sell anything.

Especially milk.

We're not going to enter
into a contract with a victim.

If that stuff comes out,
the deal is off.

It's time for this to be over.

If not for my sake, for his.

Look at what I've done to him.

For everything he's done to me,

look at what I’ve ended up
doing to him.

You can think about it,
you know?

You don't have to rush into it
and do it tomorrow.

I don't usually
have the strength.

Something tells me
that if I don't do this now...

I never will.

What'd the plastic surgeon say?

Well, she's not recommending
the implants.

But she said that Kimberly
has an esteem problem.

And if the implants
would help her esteem...

How can that be? How can breasts be
tied Into self-worth?

Jill, you got 'em, I got 'em.

The two role models in her life
are well-endowed.

Well, I would like to think
that we are role models

for something
other than cup size.

I'm sure we are, but come on.

Your town dairy is using
big breasts to sell milk.

Yes, but that's just
an indictment of a society

that still values women
for their, for their looks.

As soon as we stop living up
to the image

cultivated by the ad agencies,

we're, we're failures.

I'm a doctor, I'm a surgeon

and I'm punished for not looking
like a cheerleader.

Who's punishing you?

I'm just talking about society in general.

[sighs]

Well...

Why don't we just stick to
Kimberly for now, OK?

I'm talking about Kimberly.
This is totally about Kimberly.

I moved my stuff
to the other hotel.

I’m sure it's gonna be OK.

Well,
I'm gonna put one of my men

outside your room, anyway.

Ron's not psychotic, Jimmy.

He is at least
emotionally unstable.

Now I’m gonna have Wambaugh
go for a restraining order,

that'll buy at least 30 days

for your husband to calm down.

You know if this stuff comes out
I’m gonna lose the contract.

It won't.

It’ll be based on your husband's

tantrum at the photo session.

I'm grateful.

I’m also terrified of
living without him.

You'll find somebody else.

You're a very special woman.

And you...

I'm a very happily married man.

Well...

I... I need my beauty sleep. I...

I have a parade in the morning.

Right.

Right.

[car door closes]

[engine starts]

[door closes]

You work here alone?

I sent the dispatcher home.

Why were you spying on me
in the parking lot?

Are you having an affair, Jimmy?

That was police business.

She came in to make a statement,

I walked her out to her car.

Question has nothing to do with
what I saw in the parking lot.

It comes from Jill.

- What?
- Her radar's up about something.

She's a very intuitive woman.

I'm not having an affair, Lydia.

I’ve heard that
someplace before.

Matter of fact, Jill
was involved then as well.

Happy Thanksgiving, Jimmy.

I kissed her.

The woman you just saw,

last night I kissed her.

Why?

I don't know.

Last couple times with Jill,
I-I couldn't.

So the dairymaid
in the parking lot?

I feel masculine
when I’m with her,

she makes me feel sexual,

whole.

I must say, Jimmy,

you make for a really

sympathetic little cheat.

Lydia,
when I got together with Jill

I didn't love you anymore.

I was looking for something
you couldn't give me.

But here...

I’ve never
loved Jill more.

And the thought of...

not making love to her

scares the hell out of me.

OK.

I'm no expert but...

it sounds to me like you're
overthinking things a little.

But what am I overthinking?

Why can't I respond to Jill?

Seems to me, Jimmy,

that you ought to talk to her.

I can't possibly talk to her
about this.

You know, our marriage ended
because we stopped talking.

If it just been for the sex we'd
still be together, wouldn't we?

I don't know.

You know.

You know.

Talk to your wife, Jim.

Oh,

but,

do not tell her that
you kissed that woman.

Your Honor, on this,
the eve of Thanksgiving,

I know you want a half day,

so that you,
like all the citizens of Rome,

can enjoy our wonderful
Thanksgiving Day parade.

- So get to it.
- Of course, Judge.

I have an ex parte motion
which concerns an annulment

between my client Sydney Hall,
who incidentally

has been scheduled
as a grand marshal in today's--

I've read the petition.
The marriage is hereby annulled.

Wait a minute!
Don't I have a say?

I'm sorry, Mr. Hall, you don't.

There's a six-month waiting
period following a divorce.

It's statutory.

Your marriage is illegal
and therefore void.

I have more, Judge.

Oh, good.

I'd like a temporary
restraining order

to keep this man
away from my client.

- Your client is my wife.
- [Judge] Mr. Hall.

- [Douglas] Ex-wife.
- [Judge] Mr. Hall.

- How can you let 'em do this?
- [Judge] Mr. Hall.

If you're not quiet,

they won't need
a restraining order

because you will be in jail.

Why do you want it?

He has displayed

violent tendencies, Judge.

Yesterday he flattened
an innocent cow

and broke his jaw in two places.

Thirty days and 100 yards.
Don't approach her.

- May I make a statement?
- I wish you wouldn't.

Your Honor,

the only thing
I ever had in my life

that meant a damn to me
was my marriage to this woman.

If you're gonna take that away,

if you're gonna tell me
I can't even go near her

to say goodbye,

I’d at least like to be able to

address this court

and her one more time.

- The parade starts in an hour.
- Shut up.

Go ahead.

I, uh...

I owe my wife...

Sydney,
I owe you a deep apology.

Your Honor,

the real reason they're
seeking a restraining order

is because I have on occasion

physically beaten this woman.

I broke her ribs.

Once I knocked her down
a set of stairs.

This isn't relevant.

- It's relevant to me.
- [Judge] Mr. Hall.

Are you admitting that you
committed crimes against this person?

Many times,
Your Honor, I even...

Once I raped her.

Objection!

He's doing this on purpose

to kill her contract
with the Rome Dairy.

He's trying to
destroy her image.

I only want people to know--

I don't care what you want
people to know.

You've said enough.

The marriage is annulled.

I’ll refer your statement to
the district attorney.

Maybe he'll be interested.

I no longer am.

We're done.

[gavel bangs]

She can still lead the parade,
but that's it.

You can't fire her.

She has a contract.

She can no longer do
what she was contracted to do.

A rape victim cannot sell milk.

Change the labeling.

Homogenized. Pasteurized.

- Sodomized.
- It's over.

People will get used to it.

[inaudible dialog]

Ron, you're violating
a restraining order here.

We're gonna try
and work things out, Jimmy.

After what
he did to you in there?

I was acting out of desperation.

No, you were trying to prevent

her economic independence.

- Jimmy.
- Excuse us.

- Hey!
- You stay right here.

There's a restraining order,
you got that?

If you're broke, you feel like
you need him. That's what he wants.

I am broke.
Maybe I do need him.

Don't act stupid,
you're not stupid.

Right now, his love
is the only thing I have.

Men like you
aren't out there for me.

He is.

[parade music playing]

We don't have to
decide this now.

Well, next year I go to college.
I just thought...

it would be better to do it now before...

so that nobody there will know.

Yeah, but, then what?

You won't know if you're popular
because of you or because of them.

It's not as simple as that.

I mean, today it's breasts,
tomorrow it's going to be something else.

You never outgrow
the insecurities,

trust me, no matter how--

Let's just wait a year.

Can you do that?
Can you just wait a year?

[knocking on door]

- Hey.
- Hey.

I told Lydia I’d watch
the parade with her, so...

- She OK?
- She's fine.

You?

I've, um...

been sort of

away a little, not much,
a little.

Uh-huh.

But I’m back.

How do I know that?

I don't know how you know
a lot of things, Jill, but you do.

And the thing you gotta know

the most...

is the center of me is you.

And that's forever.

You must have done
something very bad.

Not so bad.

[indistinct yelling]

[man] Hey, Zack, you look great!

[woman] We love you [unclear]

[Ron] Come on, baby...

You're the dairymaid.

You're the best dairymaid
they've ever had.

More than this little rinky-dink
town deserves.

Big smile, baby, big smile.

Give us the smile.

That's it.
Don't cover your face!

Don't cover your face.

[Ron continues instructing]

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