All language subtitles for Diary.of.a.Sex.Addict.2001

...:::Lord Sadler:::...
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Okay. Can we talk about
the last four days?

Sammy, when I start out with a
patient, there's only one thing I ask:

I want to hear the truthful reasons
why you're here.

The reason, not just
a specific incident.

The reason is that I love my wife...

...but I can't stop fucking
other women.

Can I have a tattoo, Daddy?

No, of course you can't, Sammy.

-You have one.
-I got it when I was young and stupid.

What are you doing?

No tattoos!

Mommy, I shaved!

-I see that.
-Come here, let me wipe that off.

I've gotta go to work soon, honey.

-You're not staying home?
-No, I'm interviewing that new chef.

-Sam, can you clean your room, honey?
-Okay.

I'll be back as soon as I can.

-Where are you meeting him?
-Restaurant, he's making some entrées.

-I'm going to the fish market too.
-When will you be home?

Baby, I'll be back soon. I promise.

-I want you here.
-I want to be here.

I've just gotta go to work.

Tatiana?

What are you drinking?

Iced tea. Long Island.

Can I have a cognac
and Long Island iced tea, please?

How long do we have?

Not long.

-Follow. I have a surprise.
-What about the drinks?

Would you like your surprise?

Yeah.

Close your eyes.

-What are you doing?
-Open, baby.

Oh, fuck!

Come on!

Come on!

Remember where we are, baby.

Fuck where we are!

Oh, baby.

What's going on?

Shut up! No, we gotta stop.
We gotta stop.

Yes, I'm calling from--

This is an emergency. It sounds
like someone's being murdered.

All units respond. All units respond.

Possible homicide
at 1 04 1 Formosa Avenue.

So we decide whether to press charges,
or go see the DA or not.

Should be you in here, let me see.

Horn, Samuel. That's you, right?

And you are Rey, Tatiana?

Tatiana.

-$40? Are you nuts?
-Take a seat.

-Take your seat.
-Not for $40.

It's a wrong mistake you're making.

He gave $40 because he likes my look.

It's not against the law.

If he gives money because it
pleases him, why say no?

Right, ma'am, but I have to
process the paperwork.

-Let's talk to the sergeant--
-I'm worth more than $40.

Jesus. Well, the charges would be
the lewdness and obscenity.

-It has an ugly ring to it.
-Yeah, it does. Sounds bad.

Wait. Sammy Horn? Hold it a second.

You're a chef. I read about you.
Got a restaurant everyone's going to?

It's not me. Isn't $2500
high for something like this?

Stay, we'll ship you to Twin Towers.

-I was suggesting maybe--
-It's statutory. Nonnegotiable.

-It's the rules.
-Okay.

No, I pay.

-Credit card?
-Absolutely. She's a good woman.

Wait. Stop.
This isn't gonna work with you.

You know why I'm here.
I mean, look at you.

That was a compliment,
in case you missed it.

Let's start with...

...when you left Tatiana.

That morning after you left her.

-What do I call you?
-Dr. Bordeaux.

Jane. You can call me Jane.

Jane.

Oh, Jane.

-Honey.
-Hi, baby.

-What time is it?
-6 a.m. Been at the fish market.

Sleep. I'm gonna go take a shower
and I'll be right with you.

I was worried.
Why didn't you call?

-I left you three messages--
-I fell asleep at the restaurant.

I had a surprise for you.

Grace, why are you wearing that?
You don't wear that, Grace.

That's not your kind of thing, honey.

-I thought you'd like it.
-Please, take it off, okay?

I'm sorry.

I thought you would like it.

I like you, honey.

-Good morning!
-Whoa! Hi!

What's going on here?

-I'm coming to bed with you.
-You can't.

Later that morning I had to go to...

... the doctor's to get some
antibiotics. I had this...

...cold-sore thing on me.

You had a thing and were about
to make love to your wife?

No. I would never do that.

If I had something I wouldn't
do that to Grace.

I knew my kid would come in, he does
at the same time every morning.

Okay. Go on.

I was on the way to the doctor's
to get the antibiotics....

Hi. Hi.

Sophie, can you get me those new
antibiotics, please, darling?

Just a minute.

Thanks.

Hi, I'm Sammy.

-What's your name?
-Marina.

Marina. That's a pretty name.
Come here.

-Zovirax. Thanks for coming by.
-Thank you, Sophie.

Nice to meet you, Marina.
Come to my restaurant.

-I'd love to.
-I'd love that too.

Nice to see you girls. Bye.

Sounds like there're two Sammy Horns.

Maybe as a mate, you're better suited
for that restroom woman...

...Tatiana.

-Looks like I insulted you.
-What do you mean '' better suited''?

To live with. To be honest with.

I love my wife and son.

But you don't think
that love and honesty...

...have a lot to do with one another.

Can anyone say they had a relationship
that they didn't lie in?

You go to a friend's for dinner and
it's the worst meal you ever had...

...and say, ''This is so delicious.
I love it.''

You're lying, it's bullshit.

The same with family at Christmas,
and you say:

'' I love you so much, I miss you
so much and thank you for my socks.''

So you lie because you love?

It's difficult to defend that.

Do you enjoy sex with your wife?

I make love to my wife.
I fuck these other women.

I turn them over and fuck them.
I don't even kiss them.

It's just that lately, I've
been panicking about everything.

Such as?

After I got back from
the doctor, the L.A.P.D. called me.

About the restroom incident?

No, it was about these sexually
provocative calls I made.

The police call it harassment.
I don't know.

What happened?

I had this phone number.

I thought it was a hooker I'd
call for a fantasy role-playing thing.

And we got very deeply into it.

And it was the number of one
of my best customer's wife's.

How many times did you call her?

Fifty-three times in one night.

But...

...I think I got away with it, though.
I mean, they didn't file anything.

You're minimizing this,
and you're not getting the point.

If something like this happens again,
you'll be arrested.

Nothing happened this time
because you were lucky.

But you'd be guilty
of a misdemeanour if it went to trial.

Next time it'll be a felony.

Love the way you talk, Jane.

This behaviour is progressive.

It only gets worse, it does not
get better unless treated.

I'm here, aren't I?
I'm sincere.

Yeah.

I mean, reflect on your history.

Don't your actions get riskier?

I mean, am I right?

Yeah, you're right.

Let's talk about your wife.

Sure. What do you want
to talk about?

Well, she seems to be
what this is about.

If you were single or a single father,
it wouldn't be troubling, right?

No, no. It would still
be a problem for me.

Grace and her feelings are
central to you being here.

Yes, of course.

What do you think she knows
about all of this?

She doesn't know anything about this.

So...

...are you being honest?

You know, if Grace knew she'd be gone.

Or maybe if she knew for sure,
she'd be gone.

Jesus Christ, Jane, you know....

You seem to be leaving...

...this puzzling margin of possibility
open that seems to say...

...she could know, but she seems
to have some blinders on.

I'll tell you what...

...helps me get away with all of this.

She loves me.

And luck.
Let me tell you about Katherine.

-Hi, Katherine.
-Where's my sister?

At preschool. What's wrong?

-Your hand on my ass last night.
-It was a party!

I wasn't gonna tell Grace,
then I talked to some people.

A few friends who told me
to talk to a few other people, women.

-Oh, Katherine.
-I had suspicions about you.

Other women won't confront Grace.
But I am.

She is my sister, you bastard!

I am just gonna sit here until
she walks through that door.

After she hears me out,
you'll be using that door.

-Okay.
-I promise.

-Katherine--
-Shut up!

-Hello?
-Where are you? Picking Tommy up?

-It's your turn.
-Must I do everything?

All you do is shop and bitch!
Wherever you are, go get him!

-Okay, I will.
-Now?

It's a hard life,
isn't it, darling?

Jim can't pick Tommy up
at soccer practice.

Oh, dear.

You can tell Grace whatever you want
before I return.

All I know is one thing:

I'll talk to my sister tonight...

...face to face...

-..for a long time.
-Katherine!

Yes!

Yes!

Yes, yes! More, more!

Yes!

Your house looks so great.
I have to go.

-Where are you going?
-Jim couldn't pick Tommy up.

-I'll call you later.
-Okay, honey.

So anyway, back to
that afternoon last Friday.

I had to go see my mother.
She's in--

She lives in...

... one of those homes.

It's hard for me to get through
to her. She's in her own world.

Can I have a hug, Mom?

I love you, Mom.

Okay, we will get back to this.
Go on.

I just went back to work.

Okay.

Veronica, Veronica.

Nobody makes me come...

...quite...

...like you, baby.

Veronica!

God, you're good, honey.

I'll call you later, baby, okay?

Oh, my goodness.

-Oh, sorry.
-Ouch.

Oh, Veronica.

You kill me, honey.

Sammy!

-You know what I want, buddy.
-I always know.

I always got what you want, Sam.
You're my best customer.

You come in, I look forward
to seeing you every day.

No problem, Sam.

Jesus!

Hi, I'm yours for the asking.

Who are you?
Where do you come from?

Pardon me?

You're so good.

What a guy you are.

Guess what?

You heard from Dr. Spencer?

Oh, baby.

I love you, honey.
Did you tell anyone else?

-Just you.
-Better tell him, huh?

-Hey, Sammy?
-Yeah?

You're gonna have a brother or sister.

Be serious.

I love you.

And I love you, Sammy.

There's a lot to do at the restaurant.
I gotta be there.

I understand, it's just--

We'll never finish this house
unless you sit with the contractor.

I'll be there. I promise.

Great. Oh, AM L.A. called and want
you to do their TV show on Monday.

-This Monday?
-They want you to do a food segment.

We have so many reservations, we turn
people away. We don't need it.

You won't do AM L.A. because your
restaurant's too busy? It'd be great.

-Don't make me, honey.
-I'm not gonna make you.

The booker left her number
and wants you to call.

What's a '' booger''?

You know exactly what a booger is.
Booker!

-A booger.
-Yes.

Okay. Let's put jammies on.

-Do we have to?
-Yes, we have to. Do you know why?

An early play date tomorrow?

That's right.
And your birthday party tomorrow.

Okay. Will you tell a story?

Of course I will. Go ahead.
Jammies on.

Okay. Not the haunted house one.
That's too scary.

-Good night, Sammy. I love you!
-Love you too, Daddy!

I've got eight kids coming....

-My God.
-I'm sorry, honey.

Did I scare you?
Sorry, you just look so sexy.

-Are you all right?
-I'm fine. Fine.

-Are you?
-Yeah.

I'm fine, honey. Really.

Well, I'm gonna put him to bed.

I'll meet you where
the big folks sleep. Okay?

Yeah.

-Hello?
-Veronica, it's Sammy.

-Sammy!
-Nobody makes me come like you do.

You're so bad.

See you tomorrow. Bye.

-Hi, Tatiana.
-Sammy.

Glad I caught you.

Grace is putting the kid to bed.

He's got a play date tomorrow.
When can I come over?

-Be here at 10:15.
-Jesus, I'm gonna come.

He's so excited about his party.

Who were you talking to?

Wrong number.

I heard you say you'll come.

Dominic called too. He's going
to the meat-packing district...

...and wants me to be there too.

-Isn't that his job?
-Yeah. But I'm the boss, you know.

Well, then...

...better get some sleep.

Fuck.

Can I have a hug?

Can I have a hug, Mom?

I love you, Mom.

Oh, Jesus Christ.

What was that about?

-Honey?
-Bad dream.

I know. Did I say anything?

No.

Go back to sleep.

It's the baby thing and work,
you know? It's tough to sleep.

I love you, though, Grace.

I'll be back in a minute.

She knows.

-Treat me like a bitch!
-Tell me you're mine.

You're killing me!

-Tell me you love it.
-Treat me like...

I know you love it.
I know you love it.

...a bitch!

Come on! You're killing me!

I thank Christ
and Mary Mother of God for that.

Thank you!

I don't care if you like it or not.
You're nothing to me.

Do you hear me?
You're nothing to me.

I don't give a fuck about you.
Do you understand?

Turn over, you bitch.

-I'm nothing but a whore!
-That's right.

Let me up. Let me up!

I've got a surprise for you.

I don't want more surprises from
you. Last time I got arrested.

You'll love it!

-You're fucking insane.
-Do you like it?

It's the wildest thing
I've ever seen.

Get over here, baby.

I can't believe you.

Come here, baby.

God, come here!

You're a fucking little bitch.

-You're a little bitch, aren't you?
-Yes! That's what I am!

An out-of-control, fucking bitch!
That's what I am!

Out-of-control bitch!
A fucking bitch!

I'm coming!

I'm coming!

Tatiana.

I gotta go.

I gotta see my kid.

That's the last I'm gonna hear
about your family.

I never want to see you again.
Go! Fuck you!

Get out!

Okay.

Which one's really you?
The family man or the other guy?

Both.

Let's go to your son's birthday.

Later in the day.

-Heather!
-Hey, neighbour.

-Sorry we're late.
-That's okay. It's so hot, isn't it?

Yeah, but it's gonna be a great day.

Hey, construction. It's looking good.

Can't wait till it's done.

Come on, it's magic time! Let's go!
Follow me, the Pied Piper.

Hi, ladies.
Where are you, Sammy?

You sit next to me.
Sit down, sit down.

-Ready to see some magic?
-Yeah!

-Sorry, I can't hear you.
-Yeah!

-Sorry, I can't hear you.
-Yeah!

Here we go, then.

It's coming out of his mouth!

How does he do that?

Okay, you listening?

Final trick. Gonna produce
a rabbit out of a hat.

All right, I need some magic words
from you, young man, okay?

Now I want you to say,
'' Presto rabbito.''

Presto rabbito.

Presto rabbito!

Bunny!

How about that? Look!

Happy birthday.

-Thank you.
-You're welcome.

-Bunny. Is that cute?
-Yeah.

I got a cage. Go take him out.

Okay, kids, go play with the rabbit.

He's incredible.

He's amazing, so unpredictable.
He never stops.

I know. The party, that magic.
Where'd that come from?

I can't believe it either.
I don't know. I never saw-- Amazing.

-My final trick.
-When did you learn magic?

I've been working on it
to surprise Sammy. Hey, Heather.

-How come I didn't know?
-I kept it a secret. It's a surprise.

See you in a minute. Bye.

-He's so great.
-Yeah.

He is great.

The perfect husband and father.
The double life.

See how contradictory
your actions are?

Of course.
But you know....

You've gotta know, I live for my wife
and son. I adore them both.

Do you practice safe sex?

How often do you get tested?

After the party....

Did you act out after the party?

After the guests left...

...I said I had to go
to the restaurant.

But you didn't go.

No.

Hey.

How you doing?

-Looking for me, sugar?
-You bet.

-You look good, sugar.
-So do you, darling.

-What you got?
-I got enough.

Where do you want to go?

Motel on Sunset. Costs $47.50.

Okay.

What should I call you?

Suga.

You want to party,
give me the money now.

-No, in the room.
-Now! I gotta get some rock.

-How long will it take?
-About a second, sugar.

Gimme, gimme, gimme.

Get in, Suga.

Wait a minute! Wait a minute!
I gotta take my hit first.

Look at that beautiful ass.
Come here.

Suga's almost ready for you, baby.

For fuck's sake, let me look at you.

I need to hit some of this pipe, baby.

Almost ready for you, baby.

-You want some pipe?
-No, just suck my cock.

Just want you to hit this, honey.

Oh, God.

Keep still.

-What are you doing up?
-Baking.

Waiting for you.
This is the birthday boy.

-Where've you been?
-What's this?

-We made cookies for you.
-Let me taste.

-Can you make the movies tomorrow?
-Sure.

Come here, Sammy.

I gotta go back to the restaurant.

-Come on, birthday boy.
-You bit my face.

She's cute, this girl.

Hey, Sue.

Let's go in the back and do me.
Or else I'll have to do myself.

I heard about you today.

You and some skank brought out
the National Guard the other night.

Your dick was killing her.

Don't believe what you hear.

Just come back and fuck me.

Oh, God, I want to. I can't.

-You're driving me crazy.
-I can't leave the bar.

I'll ask this guy
to look after the bar.

You're bad.

Hey, man. Will you look after
the bar for us?

Thank you.

Oh, God, that felt good.

I needed that.

Hello. Was that okay for you?

What the fuck was that?

-I couldn't come.
-What?

-I couldn't come.
-Oh, fuck you!

-You know, get the fuck out.
-Sue, it's not your fault.

-It's not your fault.
-Get the fuck out!

-Baby.
-Get the fuck out of here.

-It's over.
-Sorry.

It's over. Fuck it.

Goddamn.

You want me to scream like your whore?
You want that?

No.

No. I don't know
what the fuck I want.

Another day in the movies.
I gotta do everything.

Of course, I run a tight ship.
Nothing gets by me.

Sammy, could you stop that?

It's gonna be hot.

Can we have a nice family day?

-I want to have--
-Wait, you ain't got no ticket.

Get your hands off my wife.

You talking to me, motherfucker?

Get your fucking hands off my wife.

Just give him the tickets.

-Give him the tickets.
-I will!

Okay, we have the tickets.

Tight-ass jeans.
They make loose-fit now, motherfucker.

Why was he so mean?

He's just having an off day, Sammy.

What was that?
I've never seen that side of you.

A guy manhandles my wife, I'm gonna
do something about it.

-You scared me.
-I scared you?

Just that look you gave.
What was that about?

It's okay, but I'm gonna have to
tell the manager about it.

-I'll be right back.
-Don't do it.

Can I have popcorn?

Yes, I'll get some popcorn.
I'll be right back.

I have to go home to take a dump.

So basically, you know...

...I got a dynamite keg
waiting to go off at the door...

...I got toilets out of a Turkish
prison film, and I make $1650 a month.

Speaking of which, I'll call you back.

-Excuse me, are you the manager?
-Dwayne.

Your employee was really abusive
to me and my wife.

-You can't allow that.
-I'll take care of it, okay?

Enjoy the movie.

Ordell.

You're fired.
Turn in your vest, hit the bricks.

...:::Lord Sadler:::...
lordsadler2012@gmail.com

-Hello.
-Hi, Gina? This is Sammy.

Hi, sweetie, how are you?

-Tiffany working tonight?
-What?

-Is Tiffany working tonight?
-Yes, she is.

-Good. I'll come by.
-Look forward to seeing you.

-Bye.
-Bye-bye.

It was the worst movie.

It's like father and son.
That's right.

Hello, Mr. and Mrs. Horn, little Sam.

Mrs. Horn, someone stopped
by to see you. Leslie--

I can't remember her name.

I don't know a Leslie.
Do you know a Leslie?

Maybe a friend from college.

She sat out here in her car.
Stayed for an hour.

If it's important
then she'll be back.

She might have called your machine.

I hear the machine
pick up something.

Better check.

Go, Sam.

I have to pee again!

You reached the Horn residence.
Leave a message.

Sammy? This is Leslie Anderson.

Stop this, or I'll call
the cops and your wife.

You are bothering me.
You are harassing me.

I don't want to be awake
at 3:00 and listen to...

...you jacking off and telling me
how many women you fuck.

-Was that her?
-Who?

-On the machine.
-No.

No, that was a recording
for The Times.

Any other messages?

No. No. Not a one.

What are you doing hiding there?

Come on, let's go have
some of Daddy's cookies.

I know a girl named Leslie at school.

Always more phone problems.

Yeah, that was Leslie.

The woman I used to call.

I took care of that last night.

Why did the ticket taker incident
make such an impression on you?

It only happened yesterday.
It was scary.

It's not every day you get
a tough guy fired.

You were more intrigued with
Grace's reaction than your own.

You scared me.

You know....

Sammy's birthday,
she spoke to Heather--

She was so amazed, you know,
me doing these tricks.

And at the theatre with the kid,
I freaked out at the kid.

I realized there's so much
I keep from her.

There are sides of me she never sees.

Do you think you know all about her?

She's an open book, Grace.

Okay.

The restaurant, how much
are you needed there?

A lot.

It runs itself pretty smoothly, but--

See, the thing about
the restaurant is...

... it's the perfect cover,
there's so much to do...

...supervise, fix, go get supplies,
things like that.

There's always something
that I've got to be doing.

It's the perfect excuse.

I just, you know-- ''Grace, I fell
asleep at the restaurant.''

Do you sleep there?

No, I stay in a hotel next door.

Or go to a lingerie store.
Trying to make something happen.

In fact, I did that
after the phone scare.

Hey, Sammy.

-Julie, how are you?
-Great.

How's your modelling?

Doing wonderful.

Excellent.

She's gotta get some new stuff.

I've seen this stuff a thousand times.

All right, Jules.

Tell me what you got again.

Do you want something with stockings,
garter belt, bra, heels?

There're a number of ways to go.

We have open-toe or closed,
slingbacks, pumps...

...straps, platforms,
stilettos or boots...

...in thigh-high, full-calf, mid-calf.

Stockings: we have seamed,
fishnet, fetish wear.

Your favourite, latex.

Any ideas?

Yeah.

Oh, yeah.

Motherfucker.

-Hello?
-Hey, Gina?

-Yes?
-It's Sammy.

Oh, hi, doll.

Do you have anybody new?

Yes, I do. I have a model.

-A model?
-Yes, she's gorgeous.

-She's new?
-She's new.

-What's her name?
-Tawney.

-You'd love her.
-Tawney?

I'm at the Lowell on Wilshire. If she
gets here quick there's a bonus.

You said boner?

-A bonus.
-Oh....

Okay.

-Get her here quick.
-I'll do what I can, sweetie.

-Thank you, Gina.
-You bet, honey.

Tawney?

Yeah, yeah, yeah.

Oh, my goodness. You are beautiful.

Please, come in.

I'm sorry, forgot your name.

Tawney.

What's yours?

Sammy.

Can we start with a donation?

Sure.

How much do you want?

Two.

Two.

You're sexy.

So are you.

Put that on, beautiful.

Let me see.

Are you ready?

Oh, yeah.

Is that all you?

Yes, baby.

l want to see it.

l gotta see it. Show it to me.

Oh, fuck.

Oh, God!

Pull my hair.

Pull my hair harder!
I want to feel it.

You're wild.

Slap my face.

I'll do it, Tawney.

Do it.

Is that all you got, boy?

Is that it, you pussy?

Come on, what's wrong?

What's wrong with you? Hit me.

Hit me hard, you pussy!

You can't do it? Wuss.

-Get--
-Don't tell me what to do!

Fuck you!

--your fucking ass in here!

-Finally.
-Fuck!

Come here. Come here.

-That's what you want?
-Yeah!

Fuck!

You're wild, Tawney.

Yeah, you were great.

If I don't fuck I feel sick.

Why?

Why? I don't know.

You're an addict like me.

You gotta have sex all the time.

What are you talking about?

Whatever, it's cool. I like it.

That's why I hook.

I get to have sex all the time.

And I get paid for it.

But you know what?

-What?
-I'd do you for free.

-You're such a liar.
-Fucking funny?

No, I guess not.

You know what you're doing.

Can I have your home number?

Are you gonna waste my time?

No.

Use it.

'' Use it.''

Bye.

Slap my face.

You're so aggressive, baby.

Come on.

You know, Veronica, I met this girl.
She was so cute.

She just wanted to get smacked, baby.
Just to get smacked.

This is fucked!

You don't want to get smacked,
do you, baby?

Jesus, no!

Oh, God, I'm gonna come!

I'm gonna come.

-You need help!
-I need help coming.

Now keep still, okay?

Oh, God!

Oh, Veronica.

You're sure you don't
want to get...

-...smacked some time?
-Get off!

Get off.

Well, it doesn't hurt to ask.

How are you, Billy?

Surprise!

Sammy, how are you doing?
Grace, what you doing here?

What are you doing?

We missed you.

I did too. You shouldn't be out.

The cops are looking
for that Ordell kid.

You must be Veronica. Hi.

-I'm Grace, Sammy's wife.
-Hi.

Daddy, can I cook with you tonight?

Sure. What do you want to cook?

-I want to cook a steak.
-Of course you can cook a steak.

-I can do it, Mom taught me.
-Of course you can.

Veronica, would go get me
a porterhouse steak, please?

Excuse me a second.

Veronica, a steak, please?

Why is she here?

What do you mean?
My wife can do anything she wants.

Honey, honey.

Does she know?

She knows nothing, okay?

She's brought my son
to see me. Please.

You're so cold.
You act like nothing's happened.

Nothing has happened.
Go get me a fucking steak.

You're fucking nuts.

Daddy, can I have fries with my steak?

You don't really eat fries
with a steak, Sam. You eat polenta.

-Why not? We're family.
-I know.

Polenta's a fancy word
for cornmeal, isn't it?

-I want to be a chef.
-Then you will be one.

No, I mean a real one, just like you.

You are a real chef.

Where is the steak, please?

Before I forget...

...AM L.A. is confirmed...

...and we have a teacher
meeting tomorrow.

What happened, Daddy?

I'll get wine. Want one?

I'd love one, honey.
Thank you, sweetheart.

Come on! Okay.

-What are we cooking?
-Garlic.

When did this happen
with Veronica?

Last night.
I got away with it, I think.

You know, I showed Sammy how to
cook the steak, and then...

...we went home
as a family, turned in early.

Have you called Tawney?

God, no. I'm trying to keep
that box shut, you know.

That brings us to today.

Okay. Any other acting out
since the storage room?

I told Grace I'd go
to the supply market early.

Wait till I get a hold of you.

What the fuck is he-- What--

Move, motherfucker!

Goddamn it!

-This is Shore.
-Detective Shore. Sammy Horn.

I'm so concerned about
this Ordell guy.

I ditched him, but he is stalking me.

-I worry about my family.
-You see him everywhere?

-Yes.
-Right now?

No, I got rid of him.
He's following.

-We'll do whatever we can.
-Thank you, anything you can do. Bye.

-Hello?
-Hi, Gina?

-Yes.
-Sammy.

Who's working this morning?

-Her name is Cathy.
-Cathy?

-Yes, Cathy.
-Cathy with the big tits?

Do you love your big tits?

-What a question!
-Gets me off.

Do you love your big,
beautiful tits?

-I do.
-Tell me.

-I love my big tits.
-Tell me.

-I love my tits.
-Tell me!

-Yeah, I love my big, hot tits.
-Tell me.

-I love them.
-Tell me.

I love my big, juicy tits!

That was fast.

Yeah, well, I'm in a hurry.

You owe me a hundred bucks.

They told me
you were 36 DD, come on.

I am!

Kidding. What do I owe you?

-A hundred.
-Okay.

You got a funny mouth on you.

I'm a comedian.

Shit.

Is there a back way?

Thanks for meeting here.

-A teacher needed the room this week.
-Sure, Miss Storm.

-How's Sammy doing?
-He's on target.

You alluded to the fact
that there might be...

...something wrong?

Nothing much.

Sammy seems enamoured with
a little girl, Angelie.

She doesn't like him.

-Nothing personal?
-Oh, no.

She doesn't want to know
any of the boys.

It breaks my heart to see
how crazy he is about her.

He wrote her a love note,
he drew a picture of a heart.

That's so sweet.

Yeah, it is sweet.
But he found it in the trash.

He was getting ready for class...

...and he was angry with this girl
in his group, Leslie.

He told Leslie...

...to stop calling Angelie, and that
the incident was Leslie's fault...

...and that Leslie was telling Angelie
to stay away. Then he said:

''Stop calling, just stop!''

Could that be about--?

He does have an active imagination.

Yes, he does.

-I'm worried.
-Sweetheart, don't worry. Grace.

-Don't worry.
-Don't tell me not to worry.

No, he'll be good.
Don't worry about it, honey, please.

Can you hang on? One second.

-Yeah?
-Sam, Harry.

Hey, doctor.

-Come to the office.
-No, I can't.

No, I really don't have time, doctor.

You'll have to make it.

If it's important.

It's very important.

Okay, doctor, I'll be there
as soon as I can. Thank you.

Grace. Grace?

Grace? Honey?

Fuck!

Grace. Grace!

Fuck.

Fuck. Time to get yours.

I've followed you all over.

Don't know why you worry about
your bitch, you're getting pussy.

The cops know you. Fuck me up,
they'll find you and lock you up.

Please, just take the knife away.

Please?

You called the cops on me, man?

Why do you fuck up my job like that?

-You grabbed my wife.
-She had no ticket in her hand, man!

The place was going fucking nuts.

The kids screaming and shit.

You're just a rich fucker.

Getting pussy everywhere,
getting guys like me fired.

Can you control that temper?
You must to get a job.

-How did you--?
-Filled out an application!

Of course you did. Of course.

You're not such a bad-ass.
I'd be dead if you were.

Listen, you know--

I really am sorry that you
lost your job. I really am.

It was a fucked-up job anyway.

If you can control your temper...

...I have a job.

You can be a busboy in my place.

But you better not fuck up.

I run a tight ship.
If you do, you're out of there.

Teach me how to get pussy?

Man, come on, man,
you are the king! Huh?

My old lady even know
when I'm looking.

Listen, you....

Teach me how to get
pussy without being busted...

...we got a deal.

Can you control your temper?

I'll be cool.

Then you got a job.

Let's go.

What did Dr. Spencer
want to see you for?

Bad day.

I wanted to talk to you in private.

I've known you since you came here...

...so I'm taking certain liberties.

Grace came in for
some routine blood tests.

We did a Western blot,
an ELIZA, an IFA...

...and she's HIV positive, Sammy.

-So she has it.
-Yes.

She has AIDS.

Who's gonna tell her?

I'll do that.

No, I'll do that.

Sammy, please, I've done this before.

I'll do it.

Noon tomorrow or I'm gonna do it.

I'll do it.

I'm gonna need
a blood sample from you too.

What're you looking at?

I'll recommend you see a therapist.
She deals mainly with addictions.

With all you got going,
something is making you tear it down.

For Grace's sake, please.

See the therapist.

I've known Dr. Spencer for years.

You know.

Yes, I trust him.

That's why I'm here.

You couldn't have acted out
after you left Dr. Spencer's office.

Well....

-You did?
-I wanted to.

I didn't have time.

Where'd you go? Did you go home?

No, I had to race to do...

...this AM L.A. live show
from my restaurant.

You went on live TV after that?

I didn't want to.

I sure as hell didn't want to.

What do you think?

A little help?

Surprise.

Grace, sweetheart.

I thought you'd watch it from home.

I thought I'd come and surprise you.

It's not often I'm married
to a TV star.

We could have a sexy night.

Sam's staying with Katherine.

What's wrong?

I'm not good, Grace.

Baby, what is it?

One minute, Mr. Horn.

Nervous? You'll do great.

No, it's not about
the TV thing, honey.

Don't worry.

Just give me a second, baby.

Sure.

Oh, Jesus.

Thirty seconds, everyone.

Everything'll be okay.

Christ.

It's not gonna be okay.

Honey, what is it?

Tell me what it is.
You've been acting strange lately.

-What's going on?
-I love you.

I love you.

Four seconds.

Mr. Horn, I'm Tom Lyndon.

This'll be cake.

From the studio intro
you're with Kelly.

She'll do her intro,
ask about the restaurant...

...recipes, what have you.
Go with it.

It'll be over before you know it.

Are you okay?

You're pale. Want water?

I-- It's okay, thank you.

I'm Kelly. I love...

...your place. We were here on Monday
with some friends. Incredible.

In five, four, three...

...two.

Okay, we're live, and out
and about today on AM L.A.

I'm Kelly May. With me for my weekly
look at what is hot and happening...

...is Sammy Horn, owner and
head chef of the city's...

...most popular
new restaurant, Sammy's.

Sammy's.
Sammy, thank you for having me here.

Sammy, how would you explain...

...the phenomenal success
of this place?

Food.

You have a six-week wait
for reservations.

But we read about the same names
coming in here every night.

Western blot, ELIZA, IFA.

That's wonderful, Sammy.
But tell me...

...how would the rest of us get in?

You'd call.

You heard it here first, folks.

Now, I understand that--

-Jesus Christ!
-A doctor.

Oh, my God!

Operator, I need Dr. Spencer,
St. John's Hospital.

Call an ambulance.

Hi, this is Kelly May with AM L.A.

I'll hold for him.

-Has anybody called an ambulance?
-Please!

His doctor.

I think he's had a heart attack.

-Wait--
-Aaron?

I'm not feeling well.

I tried to reach you.

It's not positive. Grace is fine.

It was all a huge hoax.
I gotta straighten things out here.

Whatever you do,
don't speak to Grace.

-Sammy?
-I'm feeling better.

I passed out.

I'm not surprised.

You haven't spoken to her?

Just get in here, I'll explain.

Everything's okay?

Yes, I'm sure. I'm so sorry.
Get down here soon.

Thank you, doctor.

What is it? What did he say?

-What is it?
-Can you believe this, baby?

I get so nervous, honey.

I got so scared.

It was stage fright.
I feel much better now.

Show just called,
phone lines are lit up.

Viewers are worried.

-Do it again?
-No, another day.

Okay. I'm so embarrassed.

I'm gonna apologize.

Why don't you get some champagne
and I'll join you.

I love you.

I love you, baby.

Thank you so much. Thank you.

I want to apologize.

I get so nervous. You were
there for me. I'm grateful.

Sammy, it's okay. I understand.

We'll do it another time.
Thanks for having us.

Thank you very much.
Thank you, Kelly.

Kelly...

...I wondered, perhaps you'd like
to come here this evening.

I'm gonna cook this beautiful dish,
gnocchi alla puttanesca.

Puttanesca means whore,
so it's like a whore sauce.

It's really wild, it's really hot,
and I want you to come and taste it.

You know, taste it.

Your collapse was on live TV?

Yes, it was. But I wanted
to get to Dr. Spencer's...

...to find out who was responsible.

This nearly killed me. I mean....

Who did that?

Why don't you tell
Mr. Horn what happened?

You were just leaving.

Zovirax. Thanks for coming.

Thanks, darling.

It was nice to meet you.

Come to my restaurant.

-I'd love to.
-Great.

Nice to see you, girls.

What an attractive man.

Not really. Not when you know him.

Really? I thought he was
unusually attractive.

And friendly.

He's married.

His wife's test came back today.

-He's married?
-We had a thing about a year ago.

He pursued me for months.

Finally, we hooked up.

Sophie, sweetheart...

...nobody makes me come like you do.

Never heard from him.

Did you know he's married?

No, not when I finally went for it.
Later, through the files, I found out.

Oh, God.

He comes in here constantly,
for antibiotics...

...sex-related problems,
sores, rashes.

That's disgusting.

Why do you think he got the Zovirax?

Spencer is gonna have news for her.

What are you doing?

Spencer knows about Sammy.
He'll buy it right away.

What's he gonna do,
fire us for making an error?

Maybe in the meantime
Mrs. Sammy Horn will wise up.

After Marina told Spencer,
he questioned Sophie...

...and got to the bottom of it.

She is to blame, but again...

...you brought a horrible
thing your way.

Do you see?

What? You're can't be serious.

Is it my fault that she lied?

You have to look at yourself.

This woman is a professional.

-You think she lies about other tests?
-I don't care.

Anyway, he fired her over this.

I'm not condoning a lie.

But don't you see how your
behaviour boomeranged back at you?

You see? I don't know her mental
state, but it's clear you hurt her.

You did.

How else could she do such a thing?

You still think Grace knows nothing?

You've got to stop this.
It's got to stop, Sammy.

You got lucky.

You go from one disaster to another,
one lie to another.

Yet you're here.
You always fall on your feet.

You won't be so lucky one day.

Most people aren't that lucky.

They come with real HIV-positive
tests, lawsuits flying, jail time.

Their lives destroyed.

You'll kill somebody
if you don't change.

You must change.

You've got to know the difference
between pleasure...

...and happiness.

See--

-You can.
-I know.

I want you to go
to an SA Anonymous meeting.

It's a 1 2-step program.
There's one in 20 minutes.

-I'll go with you.
-No.

-I'll go.
-You'll have to. I have a patient.

You'll go?

-I'll go.
-Look at me.

How do I know you'll go?

On my son's life, I'll go.

We'll talk about it tomorrow.

-Okay?
-Sure.

-Same time.
-Same time.

Come here, bitch.

-Yes, good.
-You're a bitch.

That's who I am.
An out-of-control fucking bitch.

What's wrong with you?

Don't tell me what to do.

-Come here. Come here!
-Don't tell me!

Oh, Jesus.

Jesus Christ.

What's up, Tawney?

Just finished a gig.
I'm waiting for a cab.

-We need the marshmallows now.
-Oh, sweetie...

...I said I'd get them
when Dad's home.

But we need them now.

Let's borrow from Heather.
She borrows everything from us.

She does.

I don't think they're home now.

We still have the key.

True.

-Think she will mind?
-No.

Can you watch him while I run...

...and grab some marshmallows?

Where is the key?

I'm so sorry.

I never want to see you again.

Please, forgive me.

-Do you hear me?
-No.

four months later

Thanks, Grace...

...for coming.

I've been working with Dr. Bordeaux
and going to my meetings.

And I....

I just want to say I'm sorry.
I'm sorry.

You must hate me.

You must hate me
for what I've done to you.

I get it.

I get what I've done.
I understand it.

Nothing got through to me.

Not the arrest...

...and the HIV thing....

The look on your face....

And then, that look on your face...

...in the doorway.

I'm so sorry.

Grace, I promise you.

I will never do that again.

I swear to God.

What?

You don't believe me?

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