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I'll be free when you want me. I'll be ready.

I'll be free when you want me. I'll be ready.

I'll

be

free when you want me. I'll be ready.

I'll be ready

Wash your hands and give a smile my love.

Bobby is dead. He can't come back.

Wash your hands and give a smile my love.

Bobby is dead.

He can't come back.

Wash your hands and give a smile my love.

Bobby is dead. He can't come back.

Wash your hands and give a smile my love.

Bobby is dead.

He can't come back.

Wash, wash your hands.

And give a smile, my love.

God, I suck.

I thought that was pretty good.

Lacey.

I didn't realize you were home.

Went to bed early.

Couldn't sleep.

Me neither.

Thought on your mind?

I've got a part in a play.

It's for a modern -day Macbeth. So I'm going to be playing Lady Macbeth, but

they're going to call her Angie.

Great. Congratulations.

Rehearsals are tomorrow, so I'm freaking out.

I know my lines, but I stink at being mean and cold -hearted.

Well, I wouldn't say that.

What I meant was, you're a good actress, Vanessa.

You've worked hard.

You're beautiful and talented.

You can do anything you want.

Do you just hate me?

For what happened with Jason?

No. Because I thought you guys were broken up. I swear.

If I would have known that you guys were still... I wouldn't have... You don't

have to explain yourself.

But I do.

I do.

I don't want you to hate me. I don't want you to think I'm a bad person.

I miss you.

I miss being friends.

I feel like these past few weeks, I haven't even seen you. I haven't talked

you. You haven't laughed.

I haven't told you how excited I am about your show.

You're like my new BFF.

God, I just... I don't want this to ruin anything that we have between us.

Then we won't let it.

Mm -hmm.

We just won't.

Let's get some rest.

You've got a big day ahead of you.

Yeah.

And just for the record, I don't think that Jason would have slept with me if

wasn't so jealous about Rick.

Good night.

Hi, darling. Sorry I'm late.

Not a problem.

You need a moment to wake up.

Long night?

Not long enough.

Want coffee?

Please. Well, I have some really good news. Can I have your breakfast

I'll take a bagel and lox, please.

Well, not good news. We're out of lox.

I'll take a bagel and cream cheese. You guys got cream cheese?

Yeah, we got it. All right.

You said something about having great news?

Yeah, well, in fact, not great, but... Fill it.

All right already, geez.

I was approached by an individual who insisted on investing in your spring

collection.

Here's the certified check.

That's a lot of zeros.

Well, no, you have more than enough money to go full speed ahead with your

design and to put on a first -rate fashion show.

Who's this investor?

What do they want in return?

They prefer to stay anonymous, but I will tell you that this check, should

choose to deposit it, will only cost you its value plus 20 % of the profit from

the spring line.

That's insane.

I know I thought that too, but I wasn't about to point it out to him, her, them.

You've got to tell me. I've been sworn to secrecy.

When has that ever stopped you? I swore on my mother's grave. Your mother's not

dead. She will be.

Someday. Check, please. I took God here, and we don't have a second to waste.

What about my bagel? Cancel the bagel.

Listen. The spring show is in ten days, which means that we have exactly ten

days to spend all this money.

We?

Yeah.

I'm too cheap to do it myself.

Marilyn. Sam.

Anyone ever tell you you could be a model?

She was a model.

A long time ago. And she stopped?

Well, I realized that was much better than writing about fashion than parading

my ass down a runway.

And the world wept.

Since when are you so nice?

Since the money train came to town. Look who came home early.

Another model.

I told her I'm not a real model.

And for two, I don't want to embarrass you.

You're perfect.

We need you.

Get in there.

I guess I'm all yours.

I think we should get started.

I need 50 yards of chiffon, like, now.

Okay, you're right. Models are skinny.

40 yards?

Irrelevant? Okay. Well, I need it, like, now.

I need 500 feet of leather.

Or pleather.

That's fine, too.

Who's the designer? Made you look fat.

Burn it.

You know what? Put your manager on the phone.

Of course. Yeah, you are the manager.

What do you think?

I don't think.

I feel.

And what I feel is, your rags are so hot, they could turn a gay man straight.

So sorry.

Lacey Summers.

Oh, terrific.

I'll be right out.

Uh, Cody, real quick, can you help me with some fabric that just arrived?

Haven't seen you around lately.

How's it been going?

Well, until today.

But it feels so good to be crazy busy again.

Bet that agent in front of yours isn't too thrilled about that.

Doug? His schedule's worse than mine. He works like 24 -7.

I can relate.

All right, I can.

Enough talk about Doug the awesome work machine.

Let's talk about itchings, as in the ones we used to scratch.

Hmm. Yeah, well, you know how it is. Once you get niche, it's kind of hard to

get rid of it.

Kind of like herpes.

What do you say you and I do dinner tonight?

That's really sweet, but actually I'm meeting Doug for drinks.

Oh, drinks tomorrow.

Dinner with Doug.

I got it from here.

Thanks, Cody.

Hello, Maddie, where'd you go?

Definitely on the right track.

Hmm, it's getting interesting.

While I'm getting warmer, you're clearly catching a chill.

There's definitely a naked woman somewhere in my apartment.

Aha!

I win?

I guess that means it's time for your prize.

Giddy up. All right.

Can't you get undressed any faster?

Oh, hold your horses.

Oh yeah.

Oh yeah, cowboy.

Turn the ride.

All right.

Well, sorry. I didn't know you guys were here. No worries. I'm just going to go

change.

Listen, fuckface. It's the middle of the afternoon, and you're banging some

chick in our living room. Fuck you? She isn't some chick. Her name is Maddie,

and you know it.

Whatever. Not whatever.

She's my girlfriend.

And she's going to be here a lot, so you'd better get used to it.

Then screw in your bedroom.

That's what it's there for.

You wouldn't happen to be a wee bit jealous, would you?

Get out of here. I don't go around fantasizing about your girlfriend.

Not even once.

What do you think I am?

I don't mean jealous of Maddie. I mean jealous of the fact that I have a

girlfriend and you don't. Like I'd want to be trapped with one person. You would

if that person was Stephanie.

But maybe she just doesn't think you're runway ready.

So you really haven't fantasized about me even once?

Not one.

Not exactly what a girl wants to hear.

We could do it in a hotel banquet hall.

Something roomy, elegant, catered.

You've been there, done that.

Or how about we do it in a... swanky restaurant in Soho.

You know, like a big open loft space with a spiral staircase and all the

can slink down the steps while they go into the dining room.

Too showy.

Okay, I got it.

We rent a large white tent and we pitch it in Central Park next to the Tavern on

the Green. The guests can arrive in horse and carriage.

Too pastoral.

We need something that represents the line. Something that's edgy, masculine,

metro. Do it at the men's toilet at Port Authority.

Thinking industrial space.

Brick walls, concrete floors, big windows, exposed pipes, maybe some

equipment. Ooh, I like it.

It's kind of a creepy slasher vibe.

And it would definitely work with the men's line.

Good, because I booked an appointment to see it this evening.

You what? You booked an appointment to see a space for our show this evening,

and you didn't tell me?

Leaving? Check your email, Dolores. I invited you this morning.

Oh, right. I knew that.

Hey, how's it going?

Got any beer?

No beer, Cody.

You are on a very strict diet.

You need to be looking your best if you're going to be showing off my

Still not 100 % sure I want to do that.

Okay, I'll throw in a blowjob.

Suppose that would make one of us happy.

Sorry I can't stay, but Jeffrey and I are on our way.

Not a problem. I just need a place to hide.

Russ is entertaining his new girlfriend, and suddenly our living room is like

mating season on the Serengeti.

I think it's nice that Russ has a little love in his life.

It'd be a lot nicer if you took it someplace else.

Okay, folks, well, I have to get home and get to these books, or else we're

even going to have a show.

Can I walk you home?

Oh, I don't know.

Do you need the help? No, I'm fine, actually.

Okay, Cody.

You can walk me home.

Where do you want this?

Um, counter fine.

So, what was going on back at your place with Russ and Maddie?

Ugh. They're like teenagers going at it when the rents are away.

That's cute.

It's juvenile.

Um, Russ is your best friend. You should be happy for him.

I am happy for him.

Sad for me.

Why, I thought you didn't want that whole relationship thing.

I didn't.

But then I thought about you with that agent guy.

It kind of made me sick.

Then I realized that... I don't know.

Wanted you for myself.

Hmm. That could be a red flag that you are too controlling and possessive.

I thought of that, too.

It sort of freaked me out.

But for three days straight, the only woman I thought about is you.

That's got to mean something, right?

Well, congratulations, genius.

For what?

For finally opening up and letting me see the real Cody.

Even if it's only been three days.

What if the real Cody turns out to be a total loser creep?

I don't know.

Kind of like him so far.

Where's this going?

You want to come with me and find out?

What, that's all I get?

I'm so fucked. They're going to catch me and... Hey, what's going on?

Oh, nothing. Just rehearsing.

And how's that going?

Great.

The director told me he likes my evil side.

I know you had it in you.

Listen, about the other night, I just want you to know I'm really glad we

talked.

Radio silence was killing me, too.

To be honest, I wasn't sure if you wanted to be friends.

Aw, maybe.

I value our friendship.

More than you'll ever know.

Oh, yeah?

Without you, I wouldn't have any friends in this city.