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An admiring look.

An unexpected evening.

I'm so infatuated with you.

A big mistake.

I need to see you again.

What happened the other night was great. It's just not what I want.

You're making this little boy very unhappy.

When passion leads to obsession.

I'm in a relationship I'm committed to. You knew that.

It's killing me.

I have to tell Michael.

Who was it?

They hung up.

Must be your secret lover.

And the facts obscure the truth.

He's been following me. He won't let me go.

Did you sleep with him?

Hello, Natalie.

Mr.

Pearson was in here a week ago, and he claimed that you were pestering him. He

what? You mean this guy?

And bang, that's it? You hopped in the sack with him? I shouldn't have told

Yeah, well, what exactly were you going to tell me?

There's only one way to survive.

You ever get near her again, I'll kill you.

Everything's been taken care of. I don't think that son of a bitch will be

giving you any more problems.

Hello? Are you dreaming of me?

Just leave me alone, Kurt. You understand.

What the hell is going on? I can't take this anymore.

This can be avoided.

If you leave Natalie.

Paula Tricky from Beverly Hills 90210.

I thought I was being totally honest with you.

I was vulnerable.

Mark Moses from Platoon and Born on the Fourth of July.

You just stay away from her, you understand?

Al Corley from Dynasty.

No, Natalie, not crazy.

Just in love.

And Lawrence Tierney from Reservoir Dogs.

I didn't say I believed him.

I said he had an alibi.

A kiss goodnight.

He could handle the challenges of the modern world.

Except you know photographs.

You do good work. Perhaps you would like to take my photograph.

It was his past

that he wasn't sure about.

Academy Entertainment presents Academy Award nominee Graham Greene

in a story of old ways.

In the old days, people used to say, as long as you could see the mountain, you

knew you were home.

And who knew you?

So, you came home today.

Harlan conned you into playing basketball?

Helping out with the calendar?

I'm not a portrait photographer.

What you need is a portrait photographer.

I was wondering, you know, maybe... Just about a date.

Bertha said you were dying to ask me out. You are coming back.

Aren't you?

Somewhere between what we have.

Well, you know, there are people here who care about you. And what we think we

want. South Africa, their top assignment.

I can't turn it down.

I don't want to turn it down. Is what we really need.

It's a girl.

Medicine River.

From Academy Entertainment.

From the makers of Animal Instincts and Secret Games 1 and 2 come the much

-anticipated sequel, Secret Games 3.

This looks great.

Well, it's our first real mill here. I just wanted to make a special one. So

have you met any of the neighbors yet?

Hello? Yes?

Well, looks like you've got your work cut out for you. I think it's a bit

in the day for clubbing, at least for me anyway.

Well, you don't know what kind of club it is.

You remind me of me. More than enough sexuality for a man who's always home

dangerously too much for one who isn't.

Oh my God, then you're a... Listen, not some frustrated, disillusioned

housewife. I'm really sorry, honey, but I'm going to have to pass on dinner.

Your husband neglects you.

He doesn't neglect you often, does he? If you tell me you're going to be late

again, I'll scream.

I'll have to call you from the office.

Maybe I do need something else happening in my life. If you're anything like

Gwen, I have a feeling you're going to enjoy it here.

Terrell Baxter.

Everything's always on his terms.

Your husband telling you how beautiful you are, how sweet you taste.

Does he tell you that?

Where did you get this?

I wanted it, so I did it. What about the rose, Terrell?

It's just a game to him.

Then what am I in this game?

Well, you're the problem.

The Terrell Baxter we know is not who he says he is.

Hey!

Where do you think you're going? Did I tell you to leave?

Go with me. You're hurting me.

He's wanted by the FBI.

It's a contract killer.

Academy Entertainment presents an erotic thriller of passion and danger.

Come on, where are your manners, girl?

Oh, my God!

Secret Games 3. She's special, Terrell. That's why I want her. Sometimes desire

can be deadly.

Wake up, lady.

It's morning.

Jesus,

Michael!

Why didn't you wake me?

Believe me, I tried.

No, I don't understand.

Why would it be a problem for him?

I've covered for him before.

Yeah. No, look, I have been on call for the last three nights running.

Yeah, that's right. The thing... Hello?

God damn it! Son of a bitch!

It did it again.

What's wrong?

The phone. It's a piece of shit.

God, these hours are killing me.

Listen, can you pick up my shorts at the cleaners?

I'm on my third day with this one.

That's it?

I'll call you later.

Everything's all set. Notes are on the inside.

Great. How do I look? Like a girl on her way up.

The total man or the total woman?

I like it. I like it!

We could probably run the business out of the San Francisco office, Sam.

Our people there are more than capable of servicing the account.

Of course.

Wouldn't it be better to take advantage of the research people we have down

here?

I've talked to McKenzie. He's impressed with the way we do things down here.

The people in San Francisco, Sam.

They're better equipped.

Sometimes to Seattle, just to reassure McKenzie that we're on top of things.

can do that?

That's no problem, Sam.

Sam, my God, you've got to be kidding.

This is a $6 million account. Natalie's never handled anything like that.

What terrific progress you've made the last six months, Natalie. I'm really

impressed. And this proposal, I think McKenzie's going to be impressed, too.

You have hit on precisely the right way to go on this campaign.

Sam, Natalie's got the account.

All right, Carl?

Vice President, Account Director.

Has a nice ring to it, hasn't it? I won't let you down, Sam.

I got it.

Uh -huh.

Well, well, well.

Come a long way, haven't you, Natalie?

I remember when you came to this company.

What was it, three years ago? No, two years ago.

The secretary.

Justice secretary.

Just goes to show what can happen if you're an attractive woman.

I've earned the McKenzie account, Carl.

I've worked hard for it.

Look, I know how much you wanted this account, but I wasn't trying to take it

away from you either. There's no reason why we... You're going to fuck it up.

It's that simple.

Hate to disappoint you, Carl, but I'm not.

Going to fuck it.

Carl go screw yourself

Here's

to your promotion

It's only too many bodies behind.

You're horrible.

You're such a pain in the ass. Just honest.

It's a nasty business.

Did you tell Michael about your promotion yet? I'm saving it as a

Surprise? Ah, well, maybe now he'll surprise you and get off his ass and

his knees. You deserve better.

The time's right. When are you going to stop being so trusting? That boy has no

intention of making a commitment, and you know it. I don't know why I'm

with you.

Because I give you money.

Finally.

Starved.

Michael, can we talk about something?

Sure. What's on your mind?

Well, I've been thinking.

We've been going out for close to two years now.

Yeah?

So?

Well, it's just... Well, I know how busy you are, but we never get a chance to

talk about this.

Do you think we'll ever get married?

Maybe, when we're ready.

It's been two years.

Hey, I know how long it's been.

Look, honey.

I have at least three years left on my residency.

I don't know where I'm going to get a job, and who knows where your

are going to be in the future.

What does it matter?

I mean, if we know what we want, what does it matter?

Why don't we just give it six months or so? I don't care what I'm doing in six

months, Michael. Look, I'm not ready, okay?

Can we just change the subject?

Jesus, Michael, we're practically married now.

I mean, you're here every night, we sleep together. We're not married.

is a whole other thing.

Right now, we have our freedom.

I'm still able to go home whenever I want.

You're right.

You can go home whenever you want.

And, Natalie...

You mean he just left?

Yeah, he slept at the hospital.

I read in the living room till 4 a .m. Fell sick on the couch.

Typical. A woman starts to get ahead, do well, get the shit out of them. It's

not that, Martha. It's just... Well, Michael's going through this

Emotional what?

Did you grow up?

You got plans tonight?

No, Michael's working. I'm going to go to bed early.

Debbie and I are going to go out. You want to join us?

I don't think it's a very good idea.

What are you going to do, stay home alone?

It's okay. I'm getting used to it.

Natalie, may I say something?

Fuck getting used to it.

and put it all on her tab.

Marsha, I haven't got the rage yet. Would you stop it? Think positive!

I've been to

the doctor like five

times.

You haven't heard a word I've said.

Either of you girls want to dance?

If I told you you had a beautiful body, would you hold it against me? If I

called you an asshole, would you believe me?

Marcia, it's okay.

Thank you, but... Hey, pal, the lady said she wasn't interested.

Really?

So I noticed you watching.

You must be mistaken.

Want to buy you a drink?

Thank you, but I have a boyfriend.

Where is he? I'll buy him one, too.

He's not here tonight.

Great, we'll drink tonight.

Thank you, but my life is complicated enough.

Are you really going to let me drink the both of you?

I think I could help you out this one time.

Well, here's to...

You know, I didn't get your name.

Natalie Collins.

Kurt.

Kurt Pearson.

It's a pleasure meeting you.

So, what do you do when you're not breaking hearts?

Don't, don't tell me.

You are... a doctor.

No, you're not a doctor, but you play one on TV.

No, wait, wait.

You're actually not really here at all.

You're just a figment of my imagination.

in the form of an incredibly attractive woman.

Did you come up with that all by yourself?

All by myself.

You want to dance, Natalie?

So I came home one day, her shoes, her makeup, her clothes were gone.

Disappeared. Never saw her again.

You must have been devastated.

Well, I survived.

You kids look like you're having fun.

Do we know you?

This is Marcia, my best friend.

Don't wait up for me.

I won't.

She doesn't look like a criminal.

Why do you say that?

She's a needle.

You can see it in her eyes.

But now your eyes, well, that's a different story.

I see something.

Just what is that?

Oh, I see someone who is looking more out of line and not getting it.

Am I right?

I had a very nice time.

It was nice meeting you.

Can I walk you to the door?

Sure.

Well, thanks again.

Oh, and thank you for the champagne.

It's okay.

Oh, God.

What?

My credit card.

Did you... Oh, man. Listen, could I use your phone?

I want to call the club. I left my credit card. I... Yeah.

Yeah. I can't believe...

Nice

play. Thank you.

You know, This phone doesn't work very well.

Maybe you should use the phone in the other room.

Okay.

There you go.

Thanks.

Your call cannot be completed as dialed. Please check the number and dial again.

This is a recording.

We're sorry. Your call cannot be completed as dialed. Please check the

and dial again.

This is a recording.

We're sorry.

All set?

Yeah, I'll pick it up tomorrow.

Great.

Well, Natalie, it was a pleasure.

I had fun.

You know, I didn't even get your number.

Got a pen?

Good night Natalie

Kurt

I can't yeah

You have to go

Arrogant shit you were with last night.

He wasn't an arrogant shit. He wasn't? No.

That guy was a first -class asshole.

Actually, he was pretty nice.

Oh, yeah? What did he do?

He's a lawyer at a very prestigious intercity firm.

Doctor to lawyer.

It could work.

Michael called, said he had to work late tonight. Don't wait up for him.

Yes, I'm looking for Mr.

Tom Stern's place.

Yes?

It's someone named Kurt. Says he knows you.

You didn't have to. You really didn't have to.

Yes, I did.

How did you find out where I work?

I have my ways.

You are persistent.

With what I want.

And I want to see you again.

Tonight.

Uh, Kurt, I can't. I have a deadline tonight.

So let them fire you.

I'll hire you.

I don't know.

Where?

Yes, it's Michael.

Put him through.

Long time no speak.

I'm working on two pots of coffee.

72 straight hours. We've done about a dozen operations. I've seen about 90

people. Well, I'm busy too, Michael. What do you want?

Listen, Maddie, about the other night, I feel really bad about it.

Want to have dinner tonight?

I'm really tired, Michael. I don't think so.

I'll bring Chinese.

We'll watch Seinfeld. We'll just relax.

No pressure.

No salesman will come to the door.

Okay.

But make sure you get the steamed vegetables with the brown rice.

Don't forget brown rice.

Done.

Bye.

What are you doing?

I can't control myself.

Would you watch the show?

It's a repeat.

I've missed you.

How have you been able to survive these last few days without me?

A few days?

It's been a little bit more like a few months, Michael.

Listen, Natty.

I didn't mean to flip out on you the other night.

I was stressed out. I acted like a complete jerk.

And I didn't realize how much you meant to me.

It's okay, Michael. I know you've been under a lot of pressure lately.

They're killing me. We're completely understaffed. They're working us to

Next month, my rotation's going to change, and I've been thinking that

could find a place of our own.

Yeah? Yeah.

I love you.

Hello.

Hi, um, I can't talk right now. Can I, can I call you back later? I need to see

you again.

Um, I don't think it's a very good idea right now.

How come?

If not, I'll call you.

I need to see you.

Every day that goes by, I... Look, it's killing me.

Look, I told you the moment I met you that...

Look, I thought this was going to be easy, but it's not.

I'm sure you'll find... Someone else said what you were going to say. I'm not

interested in anyone else.

I'm interested in you.

I have to go now.

Natalie?

Who was that?

The office.

So how'd he take it?

Not well.

He really wants to see me.

Ah, he's a big boy. He'll get over it in a few days.

I really hope so.

You know, he was really pissed off.

Maybe I should have told him in person.

You're better off with Michael.

He's a doctor. People are always going to need their appendixes removed.

Kurt, I don't know. I don't know what it was about that guy.

Maybe it's just all lawyers give me the creeps.

Maybe you're right.

Of course I'm right.

Hello, Kurt.

Well, after I graduated from Yale, I went to work for a firm on Wall Street.

Quick, easy deals, fast money. Those were the days.

So what happened then?

It got ugly.

The FCC came in.

It dissipated very quickly.

Man, those guys could get away with murder.

Fortunately, I got out at just the right time.

Excuse me.

Are you ready to order?

Uh, not right now.

I'm so infatuated with you. I can't sleep.

I don't want to give you any mixed messages, Kurt.

What happened the other night was great. It's just not what I want.

Yeah, what do you want?

I'm not quite sure.

I'm in this relationship now, and I'm not sure where it's going.

Are you happy?

Maybe. I don't know.

I just don't want to make habit of this.

Well, I appreciate your honesty.

Call!

You son of a bitch! You son of a bitch!

Natalie!

Mr.

McKenzie.

Sam, I'm telling you, it was Carl.

I don't want to hear this, Natalie. Do you understand?

You tell me that Carl is an asshole, no argument. But you tell me he's the one

who's been writing all this graffiti crap on the walls like some 17 -year

punk. We have a problem here.

Oh, Sam, please, can't you see how obvious this is?

Carl's been trying to sabotage me ever since you gave me the McKenzie account.

He blames me for not getting it.

Very messy, Natalie, very messy.

Now, the whole goddamn spectacle was right in front of Mackenzie.

He could have walked with the account.

I'm giving the account to Carl.

Sam, you can't.

Can't? I can't?

I did.

Now, Mackenzie gave us a break, so I'm giving you one.

You're lucky it's only the account you're losing, not your goddamn job.

You've got one more chance, and I'm going to give you some very good

advice.

Don't mess it up again.

Oh, and Natalie.

The police.

I'm going to report this immediately.

But I don't want any more of that nonsense about Carl. Understand?

The account.

Natalie, you okay?

Good morning.

So

what

did the police say?

I don't know. The office filed the report.

It was horrible, Michael. I never felt so violated.

Maybe it isn't this guy, Carl. Do you have any other idea who this might have

been? Michael, why do you keep asking me that?

Just a suggestion, that's all.

Well, you keep going round and round with this. I told you everything I know.

Oh, Michael.

I'm sorry. I didn't mean to bite your head off. It's... It's the account.

Sam took the account away from me today.

Honey, it'll be fine. There'll be other accounts.

Everything is going to be okay.

Oh, that's so good.

You can peel my carrots anytime.

Ow! I'll get it.

Yeah.

Hello?

Hello?

Who was it?

They hung up.

Must be your secret lover.

Hello. Are you dreaming of me?

What time is it?

I've missed you.

Can I call you tomorrow?

I can taste you.

It's 4 .30 in the morning. Who is it, honey?

It's Marsha.

Touch yourself.

I'll make you come over the phone. Good night.

What is she calling at 4 .30 in the morning for?

She's drunk.

I'm afraid she's a little drunk.

Mr. Bedsterian, you scared me. I called the exterminator. He come this week.

I'll let you know.

Okay, thank you.

Why do you keep avoiding me?

What are you doing here?

How did you get into my building? The front door was open.

I thought I made myself clear.

I just want to talk to you.

I still want to be a part of your life.

There's nothing to talk about, Kurt.

Look, I thought we had a great time, but I can't do it right now.

I'm in a relationship I'm committed to. You knew that.

Could I come in for a moment? No, you have to go.

You're making this little boy very unhappy.

Look, I thought I was being totally honest with you.

I was vulnerable.

I'm sorry.

I have to go now.

You son of a bitch. You put that card in my drawer, didn't you?

Matt, can you hold for a second, please?

What are you talking about? You know damn well what I'm talking about, Kurt.

And the graffiti, that was you too, wasn't it? Graffiti?

Don't fuck with me, Kurt. I'll go to the police.

Natalie, I'm shocked.

Really, this just isn't you. I mean, I know it's not.

Look, I'm sorry about what happened the other night. I mean, I feel terrible. I

can only apologize.

But this other business, graffiti, I mean, I really don't know.

Perhaps you should check on that boyfriend of yours.

Just leave me alone, Kurt. You understand.

Leave me the hell alone.

Are you sure?

Yes, I'm sure.

I don't think you are.

Not really.

If he's a matter of fact, that's why you came here, isn't it?

Look, why don't we go somewhere and talk?

Your boyfriend doesn't have to know. I'm certainly not going to tell him. And

you know what?

I don't think you will either.

Will you?

Fuck you.

Grace, there are stalking laws, you know. You can't just let the kids fuck

you like this.

You're never out of luck for words, are you? Look, it's him. You know it's him.

We just have to find out where he works. I know where he works. Grace, we'll fix

him. We'll fix him good. We'll fuck with him the way he's fucked with you.

That's all. Leave it to me.

Jesus. These days, it's not enough to know the sexual history of the guy

dating. You need a psychological profile as well.

Yeah, you need condoms and a note from his shrink.

I'm ready to move, change my number, my name.

Anything but tell the police or Michael.

You tell the police, then Michael finds out.

And you don't want Michael to find out. That isn't true. Michael wouldn't...

Understand what?

That you were fucking your brains out with a stranger and a psychotic?

Natalie, please.

Michael's a terrific guy, but he's a man.

And you're afraid to tell him.

Jesus, Marsha, you and this hostility towards men. You're afraid to tell him.

I... I made the accusations about this guy, and I don't even know.

A lawyer, for Christ's sakes, at a very prestigious firm.

Why the hell would he be doing something like this?

Well, today was the end of it.

I made myself very clear.

I'll meet you down there, okay?

A few of us are going downstairs for drinks. We were wondering if you wanted

join us.

No, thanks.

Michael has the night off.

Quality time.

Okay, see ya.

I'll see you Monday, kiddo. Take it easy.

See ya.

Bye.

I'll see you later.

Hi. Oh, my God, you startled me. I didn't notice you here. Well, I thought

were alone.

What's your name?

Missy, what's your name? Kurt.

What's so funny?

It's my boss.

But she's been trying to avoid some guy named Kurt.

I mean, what a loser. This guy, he keeps calling and calling and calling.

I mean, some people just don't know where to get off.

Well, you're not going to hold that against me.

Don't be silly. You don't seem like that kind of jerk.

Stay and have a drink.

Thanks.

Champagne.

So, Miffy, what do you do?

Wait, don't tell me.

You're a rocket scientist.

Who told you?

No, let me guess again. Let me guess again.

You are a vice president for a major advertising agency.

Close. Well, almost actually.

I'm an assistant.

I am the assistant to a vice president of a major advertising agency.

But what I really want to do is sell real estate.

I mean, that's where the money is.

Really? Yes.

Listen, would you... Would you mind giving me some advice on my place?

Sure. Anytime.

Anytime. You would do that?

Yeah.

Here.

Real estate.

Real estate.

treats you, doesn't it?

What are you talking about?

You know, power, control, the guiding principles of life.

What?

It was you all along.

You kept it from me.

Kept two from one.

You do not fuck with the guiding principles of life.

I think I want to go home now, okay?

Don't!

Fuck with them!

Fuck with them and fuck with me!

How is she?

Condition's stabilized, but she's in a pretty deep coma.

Can I see her?

I don't recommend it.

She was beat up pretty bad.

They found her in the street.

Oh, God.

Make sure she gets the best care possible.

Oh, Michael.

I just don't feel like being alone tonight.

I need to get out of this hell.

Well, actually, I'm working out right now.

We could meet at Sookie's bar for a quick cocktail.

Is that around 7 .30? Great.

Great. I'll see you then.

Okay.

Hello? Hello?

Can I get some gas?

Can't you see I'm busy here?

Fine.

Natalie.

I have nothing to say to you, Kurt.

And I don't like being followed.

Followed? That's an incredible coincidence. That's all I need, a gas.

Cut the shit, Kurt.

Natalie, frankly, I'm shocked.

You know, I never suspected you of having such a foul mouth. You know, I

have to reassess my affection for you.

Then again, nothing could shatter our relationship.

We don't have a relationship, Kurt. I told you it was over.

Now, would you please leave me the hell alone?

Please?

Please? Please?

Please give my best to Mithy.

She's quite a gal.

Hey,

I'll take care of her.

Can I get a receipt?

All right, Miss Callum.

Why didn't you report this after the, uh... What was it again?

I'm sorry?

Graffiti. What was it again?

I thought you'd been taking notes.

What are the exact words, Miss Callum?

Natalie Collins is a lying bitch whore. Did you get it this time?

Yes, thank you.

Now, the question is, is Kurt Pearson... Why didn't you report him sooner?

Well, I wasn't sure.

Oh, but you're sure now?

Yes. What about your boyfriend?

What does he think of this Pearson guy?

He doesn't know.

Oh, he doesn't know.

You say he's a doctor?

Yes, he's doing his residency.

Thanks, Clarence. All right.

Miss Collins...

You seem to think that this man had something to do with the assault on your

secretary, is that right?

Well, that's what you told me before, isn't it? No, no, I said... Jesus

what is the problem here?

Hey, please, I'm trying to get to the fact here, if you'll let me.

Thank you.

Now, you give me the impression that you feel that Pearson has been stalking

you, is that right?

Yes, I think so.

Well, I'm going to have to level with you.

I don't know what the hell's between you, but filing a false police report is

serious offense.

Mr. Pearson was in here a week ago, and he claimed that you were pestering him.

He what?

That's right.

In fact, he asked about getting a restraining order against you.

These look familiar to you?

Where did you get those?

I got them from Mr. Pierce, who claims that you sent them to him and followed

that up with a phone call threatening that if he didn't see you any longer,

were going to do something drastic.

This is unbelievable.

Miss Collins, just for the record, did you sleep with him?

All right, Miss Collins, keep it.

That's it?

That's it.

That's all you're going to do?

This man is dangerous.

Miss Collins, you have what is obviously a personal dilemma, which is none of my

business.

Now, you get some proof or something else happens, you can back up with real

evidence, you'll let me know.

Un -fucking -believable.

You're supposed to be protecting us.

Oh, Miss Collins.

Your car, what kind is it? A BMW.

Oh, a Beamer, huh?

I can't go on like this, Marcia.

Proof? Evidence? What the hell does this man want from me? Nothing you can give

him, honey.

These old boys stick together. That cop crawled out from the slime himself.

You think anything you could give him, any proof you might have, would be

for him?

You're a woman, Natalie.

Marsha, take it easy, okay?

I'm taking it easy.

I'd have to tell Michael.

Fuck if you do. I have to tell him. If you tell him, you lose him.

Take it from old Marsha. Years of experience.

I know people, Natalie.

What are you talking about? People will take care of this motherfucker.

I can arrange it.

He won't bother you anymore because he won't be able to walk when they're

through with him. Marsha, stop it. You're not going to do anything. You

understand me?

You understand me, Marsha?

I understand.

Can I walk in with you? No.

Hey, man, get the fuck off the car.

I got a message for you. Oh, yeah? What's that?

Keep your nose away from where it don't belong.

We'll rearrange it for you.

Got it?

What happened to you?

Don't ask.

You look horrible. Are you all right?

Yeah, I'm fine.

Any messages?

Somebody named Marsha called.

She wanted to know if you'd received the two packages she sent you. I told her I

didn't know anything about it.

Yeah, I did. When did she call?

This morning, right when I get in.

Did she leave a number?

No.

Hello? Just me. I got good news.

I don't think that son of a bitch will be giving you any more problems. I had

friends pay him a visit. They didn't exactly break his legs, but he still

be bothering you anymore.

Why? What did you... Jesus, I can't believe you did that.

I told you not to, dammit.

I thought... You thought what?

Don't you remember me talking to you in the restaurant last night?

I specifically told you.

Jesus.

I'm sorry. I mean, I know I was pretty...

I shouldn't have done it. I'm sorry.

Forgive me?

Yeah, I forgive you.

See you around, Dave.

Motherfucker, what do you want?

You dick.

You want to get cute?

Number and time you called.

I'll get back to you.

Bye.

Hi, Marcia. It's me.

Where are you?

It's almost 10 o 'clock. I'm ready to hit the sack.

You didn't forget, did you?

Call me.

Ashes to ashes.

Dust to dust.

He anointed my head with oil.

My cup runneth over.

Surely goodness and love will follow me all the days of my life.

house of the Lord forever.

Amen.

Natalie?

I'm sorry we had to meet like this.

It's a tragic loss.

And you are?

Michael Turner.

Kurt Pearson.

How did you know Marsha?

An old friend.

She was very close to an old friend of mine.

She's quite a gal.

We're having a little gathering.

Please come.

That's kind of you.

I can't. I really can't. I've got to get back to work.

Perhaps a rain check?

No problem.

It was nice to meet you, Kurt.

Likewise.

See you soon.

Michael, there's something we need to talk about.

Jesus.

I mean, how long has this been going on?

What, you meet this guy and bang, that's it? You hop in the back with him?

Michael, I told you. Yeah, yeah, I know what you told me. You told me why it

happened. You told me how it happened. It's just, Jesus Christ.

It's unbelievable.

Unbelievable.

Marcia was right. I shouldn't have told you.

Yeah, well, what exactly were you going to tell me?

ass to try to make this thing work, and you're out having some goddamn affair?

It wasn't just an affair, Michael.

He's been following me.

He won't let me go.

And I think he killed Marcia.

What?

All right, so you see him at the cemetery, but he doesn't try anything.

That's right.

When'd you talk to him last?

I mean, has he called you, threatened you?

Maybe made even a run -of -the -mill obscene phone call?

No, he hasn't.

Well, you know, this accusation you make, murdering your girlfriend because

she's sick some goons on him, which, by the way, is very much against the law.

Anyhow, this kind of makes your other accusation seem like a parking

doesn't it?

Look, this is nonsense.

Are you going to do something about it or aren't you?

You know what this is?

Your friend's record from the Department of Motor Vehicles.

In a five -year period, she was arrested twice for drunk driving. She violated

her first probation by driving while her license was suspended.

The second one, she worked off 29 hours of community service like a good little

girl scout. Did you know about that?

Anyway, according to this, she's been clean for the last three years until

But she would have picked up her third DUI. You want to look at the DMV record,

you can.

They found alcohol in her blood. Not much, maybe, but enough to make

like this happen.

Now, Miss Collins, I don't like to see anybody die, especially like this.

But it seems to me this is pretty good proof that this was an accident and not

murder. Sergeant Harwood, what I have may not be proof, but... Look, dammit,

is not Natalie's responsibility to provide you with proof.

There's cause at least to suspect this guy, and if I'm not mistaken, suspicion

of murder is at least sufficient to demand an investigation.

Now, are you going to talk to this guy, or do we have to file a complaint?

Hey, Doc, maybe you should have been a lawyer, too.

Michael, I'm so scared.

Okay, it's all right. I'm here.

Everything's going to be fine.

Look, that Howard may be an asshole, but he'll talk to this guy. You can bet on

that.

You think this creep will try anything then?

There's not a chance.

He's a lawyer, for Christ's sakes.

You think he'll risk his career over this?

Kurt, Christensen's waiting in your office with a detective.

Yeah? Thanks.

Sergeant, this is ridiculous.

Is it?

I admit, of course, to having an affair with her. A very brief one. And it came

as no surprise to me that she worked things out with her fiancé.

And frankly, I was happy for her. You were?

Yes, I thought she was happy.

Then she started calling me.

Insisting that she still wanted to see me behind his back.

I refused, of course.

She wouldn't stop.

That ain't the way she tells it.

Yeah, I'm sure it isn't.

Sergeant, you're not dealing with an emotionally stable woman.

She sends me her lingerie in the mail.

He calls me one night to tell me that if I don't see her, she's going to send

someone over to rough me up.

Well, it looks to you as you did it. They didn't do a bad job.

Did you report it?

No, but I should have.

You know, that's funny.

You're a lawyer.

I'd imagine you'd have jumped at the chance.

Oh, I have just one more question I want to ask you.

Where were you last Wednesday night at 7 o 'clock?

I lied for you, Kurt.

Mr. Christensen, I can assure you that... Don't assure me of anything. I

want to hear it.

I lied because I was willing to believe you. But I'll tell you what I'm not

willing to believe.

That clients worth millions to us are going to want to be represented by an

accused murderer.

Or the firm he represents.

Mr. Christensen, please, I... You're a valuable asset, Kurt.

Very promising.

That's why I know that you'll agree it will serve both the interests of the

and you.

If you were to take a leave of absence.

Just until this whole regrettable matter is resolved.

Of course.

Coming through. Watch your back. We've got a deciver.

Clear.

Clear.

Hello. I've got some bad news for you.

It's Miffy. What happened?

I don't know. There was some sort of malfunction.

What do you mean, malfunction?

I don't know what the hell happened.

This whole system seems to have fouled up. Nurse claims it was monitored

accurately. Michael, what happened?

Don't tell me it just happened like that.

Where were you? You promised me.

Yeah. Michael, it's Kurt Pearson.

You son of a bitch.

It's you, isn't it, you little fucking prick?

Hey, Michael, relax.

I mean, I know how you feel, but you've got me all wrong.

Look, I'd really like to get together and talk about Natalie and this problem

you and I seem to be having.

No, no, I don't have a problem. You do.

You just stay away from her. You understand?

Oh, but Michael, you're wrong. You're very wrong. You see, you do have a

problem.

Missy Crawford?

I mean, maybe you don't remember. I was crushed when I heard the news.

no reason for it. There's no reason at all.

And as soon as I pulled myself together, I contacted the family.

See, they asked me to file a malpractice suit.

And as much as I hate to, well, I'm a lawyer, Michael. You see, that's what I

do.

What?

You should have taken better care of her.

I mean, a mistake like that, Michael.

Someone has to take responsibility for that.

Jesus.

This is unbelievable.

Unbelievable.

I'm just representing the best interests of my clients, Michael. You understand.

I understand you're trying to ruin me. Shut up.

Listen.

This can be avoided.

I could perhaps dissuade the Crawford family from filing a malpractice suit.

If you leave Natalie.

You listen to me, you sick motherfucker.

You ever get near her again, I'll kill you. You understand that?

What the hell do you want? I just came to convey my condolences.

I heard about Missy. Did you? I know, of course, how much she meant to you.

How can Michael be so negligent as to let something like this happen?

You know, this is not the kind of thing that a promising young doctor would brag

about, now, is it?

No spine, Natalie.

No will.

See, that's the real Michael.

You're better off without him. I think you have to admit that.

Now, about us, I think the timing is perfect.

I told

you

he's gone for the night. Got up about a half hour ago, okay?

Look, I need to talk to him right away. How can I get a hold of him? If you want

to talk to him that bad, you know where the Grand Street Saloon is?

You might catch him there.

Sergeant Harwood?

Oh, Miss Collins.

What are you doing here?

This ain't your kind of order at all.

Must be slumber, huh? They tell me you still might be here. I have to talk to

you.

I need another one.

All right, what's bothering you now?

I don't know, Miss Collins.

Maybe you do have some crazy guy following you around.

Somebody who saw you somewhere and liked what he saw, I don't know.

What I do know is this guy Pisson had his boss' alibi for him today.

The boss says he was at a charity affair while your friend was having her

accident the other night.

They even got pictures of him with a federal judge.

Can you believe him? I didn't say I believed him.

I said he had an alibi.

And that seems to be good enough for you, doesn't it?

Right now...

All we can do is monitor your phone, stake out your apartment for a few days.

Maybe we'll get lucky.

Well, you can have your phone number changed.

You could move.

No, thank you.

As far as we're concerned, Pearson hasn't done shit.

No, Harwood, you haven't done shit. Why don't you believe me, huh?

You people.

You people?

Yeah, you people. Oh, I know your type.

Your expense account's probably bigger than my fucking salary.

But you know, sometimes this shit's so deep, even you can't buy your way out of

it. So why don't you get out, you little beamer, and get out of here?

Because I don't give a flying jump at the moon for any of you people.

As far as this conversation is concerned, it never happened.

Hey, Arnie, give me one more for the road, then I'm out of here.

Fuck you, Harwood.

Yeah, fuck me. And fuck you too.

It's terrific. It's... Absolutely terrific. I don't know how you managed

this with all the stress you've been under.

I know personal problems can be a bitch.

And that graffiti business.

And I don't mind telling you how guilty I felt taking you off the account

because of it. But there was nothing personal. You know that, Natalie. I've

always had the utmost confidence in you. And that's why I've got some good news

for you. Some very good news.

Your research on the Henderson account is so damn good... I want you on the

account. And Carl here has agreed to share it with you. I want you on it

away. I mean, it's a big step up, Natalie.

I know we've had our differences, Natalie.

But I think we can really work together on this one.

The perfect account.

Natalie?

Sam, I need some time off.

Now?

You're kidding.

No, Sam.

I'm not kidding.

Sam, I tried.

Did you see?

I told you.

What

the

hell is going on?

I can't take this anymore.

Are you insane?

This is not going to solve anything. You're the one who's going to end up

bars. I don't care.

If I don't do something, he's going to kill me.

This is crazy.

Well, what the hell do you expect? I don't see you coming up with any bright

ideas.

Look, you can't do this. Take it easy. There's better ways to handle this. Get

the fuck out of my way.

Jesus, what a nightmare.

Howard here. Hello, this is Michael Turner. I'm a friend of Natalie Collins.

Listen, uh, she's in trouble. You gotta do something.

Hold on, slow down.

Who's in trouble?

Natalie Collins, my girlfriend. Does it ring a bell? She just bought a gun.

So? So, so, she's going after Pearson. She just stormed out of here.

All right, if anything happens, call me back. No, no, don't look, you son of a

bitch. It is your responsibility to protect her. I'm holding you personally

responsible. You got it? All right, I'll look into it.

Claret, get your coat.

Where we going?

We're gonna take a little ride, find that guy Pearson.

Pearson, huh?

You know how to hunch that guy was a bullshit? Yeah, why?

He's a lawyer, man.

Oh my god

Oh!

Hey, it's me. I picked up the tickets for dinner tonight, so we're on.

See you later. Bye.

Hi,

Natalie. It's Debbie.

You want to go work out later?

Give me a call. Thanks. Bye.

Miss Collins, this is the Wallace Flatware Company.

Order is ready for pickup.

Hello Natalie, I was expecting you.

up there.

Playing hard to get.

I have a surprise for you.

Greetings.

There's no way to treat your host, Natalie.

Especially one who's brought you a couple of presents.

A gun.

Now, what are you going to do with a gun, Natalie?

Do you know how many accidental deaths are caused annually by handguns in the

average American family's home?

You don't appreciate affection, Natalie. That's your problem!

So are we going in?

Just relax a couple of minutes. I'll be right out. Okay, I'll relax right here.

He's got to leave me in the car every time he leaves me in the car.

Now cut your fucking heart out like you cut mine.

Don't look like there's anybody home in there.

What the hell are you staring at?

That beautiful BMW over there.

Sorry it had to end this way.

You're an old man, Harwood.

Time for you to retire.

Had enough proof?

Are you okay?

Are you okay?

Darling? I'm calling.

I know that it's been pretty rough on you, but if you could just come back

to the station, we have a few more questions.

Does she have to do this right now?

No, I'm all right.

Everything's all right now.

Just come with me, please.

You play and sleep the way you should.

Dream.