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- Previously on Haven...

You took my clothes.

- And I saved your life.

- You must be Duke.

- Does she know
you're not a real boy?

- Consensus says it was a
wolf attack, probably rabid.

- Something about
this just feels creepy.

- I wanted you in this job
because you got a knack

with dealing with all this crap.

I'm just praying to God
some of it rubs off on him.

- You really think this
Jess Minion is a witch?

- What do you think
the troubles are?

Magic is everywhere here.

- Whatever she is,
she is interesting.

- I'm gonna do what I can

to help you find
out about your mum.

- You would do that?

- Well, we gotta
stick together up here.

- The troubles are
back, aren't they?

- Yeah, I think so.

- All right, boys,
let's wipe her down.

Clean her up.

- Yes, captain.

- This is nice, right?
- Yep.

Which makes us wonder
why you dragged us

all the way out here.

- Hmm.

Galley wench, we're empty!

Wench! Beer!

Ready, boys?

I got a line on a sexy
little private equity fund.

- Come on. Here we go.
- Like last time?

My wallet is still bleeding.

I'll pass, thanks. Let's go.

- Fellas, wait.
Where are you going?

This deal has huge margins

and a killer matrix.

I can get you in under the wire

if you get me the
funds right now.

- No, thanks, Wally.
Fool us once...

- Boys.

Come on.

We're talking ground floor here.

Guys.

Perfect.

Damn it.

- I have your beers.

We ran out of
imports, so I had to...

- Oh, no!

Help!

- So you saw the prowler?

- A glimpse.

Barely.

He was 6'7".

One eyebrow.

Fu Manchu.

Carried a small slingshot.

Had a tattoo.

- Of what?

- Does it matter?

He was a 6'7" unibrow
sling-shotty monster.

- Maybe you want to swing by?

Look for footprints?

- Um...

yeah.

Yeah, I guess I should.

- Jess, I think Detective
Wuornos needs to come by

and conduct a safety
review of your home.

I'd say around 8:00?

- Great.

I shot a deer, so
we're having venison.

Maybe you can
bring a nice bottle?

- Of wine.

- No, antacid.

I thought you were all
about protecting animals

and moving them
to safe habitats.

- I am.

I usually use a
tranquilizer gun,

but it makes them taste funny.

- Maybe someone should get that?

- Hello. Nathan
Police Department.

I mean Haven PD.
Wuornos speaking.

- That was painful to watch.

- No one was forcing you to.

- Uh, "Of wine?"

Yeah, we should show that
to suspects who won't talk.

- Okay.

- I mean, it'd probably be
cruel and unusual punishment.

- Well, if my personal
life is so painful to you,

maybe you should
just stay out of it.

- Hey, I'd love to.

- But you can't.
You're incapable.

- Oh, numb on the outside,

sensitive on the inside.

- Just a sec here, boys.

- So what happened to him?

- Anybody squeamish?

- Not me,

but Nathan's a little sensitive.

- Yeah, all right.

Ruler-straight.

Clean breaks through both femurs

on a horizontal axis.

Massive tissue and bone damage.

- Those are tough
bones to have broken.

- Well, tough for
something to break.

They're as thick as spinnakers,

and here, look at this.

Identical fracture in the arm.

It looks to be at
a 90-degree angle

to the leg fracture.

- Did he lose blood?

'Cause his coloring...

What's this?

- Well, look at that.

Oh, I'll have to
take that to the lab.

- So he was assaulted. By who?

- By what?

- Good question.

Well, you know where to find me,

should the occasion arise.

- All right, so you want
to go talk to Wall Street,

and I'll talk to the captain?

- Excuse me.

- So you called it in?

- It's my boat. I'm responsible.

- You remember any weird
waves? Loose winch line?

Mizzenmast?

I'm from Ohio.

- We were at the dock.

I shut down all systems
that have any real power

the minute I tie off.

And this boat is cutting edge

in terms of safety, technology.

- Yeah, this is a pretty nice
operation you have here.

- Yeah, a little off
the beaten path,

so the extra touches
help me compete.

- All right, what can you
tell me about the victim?

- Wallace is loaded.

High-end tastes. My
bread and butter really.

- Were they having a good time?

- Blue water, big
fish, cold beer.

Who's not having a good time?

- Me.

Just dragging a hook,
hoping to land the big one,

that is not my thing.

- You'd never make
it on Wall Street.

Thank you.

- They claim they
didn't see anything.

- Do you believe 'em?

- Kept my hand on my wallet

the whole time.

Stories line up.

They say they left
him with the crew.

- Took me a while
to get their beers.

If I'd come up sooner...

- That had nothing
to do with it, sweetie.

Nothing at all.

- So you're her father?

And Jimmy?

- I'm her fiancé.

- So this is a family crew.

That's great.

- Personally, I wish she wasn't

working on the boat.

- Teacher's salary's small, Dad.

We need the money.

- But against my
better judgment,

Vickie suddenly
started picking shifts.

More time with Jimmy, I guess.

- And you.

- All right, so you
brought the beers.

- And I stepped onto the deck,

and there was this
crunching sound,

and then he was— he was down.

- And you two
didn't see anything?

- No, no, we were on the bow

cleaning up from
the day's fishing.

- Yeah, hosing off the
spilled wine and pate.

- Jimmy.

- And you didn't catch anything?

- The only thing those
guys want to catch is a buzz.

- Jimmy, go muck
out the chain lockers.

Please.

Look, fact of the matter is,

these guys get annoying as hell.

And it bothers Jimmy
how hard we work for them.

I mean, hell, it bothers me.

But...

that's the way it
is for deckhands.

You'd think having an
old man who was one

would have steered her away.

- Maybe the guy was pinched
between the boat and the dock

and no one saw.

- One minute.

- Lots of power
in a drifting boat.

- 55 seconds,
that's all we've got.

- For what?
- To rule out what's normal.

All right, so let's keep going.

Sudden acute early
onset osteoporosis?

Not likely.

Sudden bone-crushing
weight gain?

I mean, I guess the
pate could do that.

- How about boats are dangerous?

- He was at a dock on
a powered-down boat

that's nicer than my apartment.

And Vickie saw him
crunch in a pretty weird way.

- You're that convinced
already that this...

- Yes, because nothing
I've seen lines up

except for two ruler-straight
breaks on Wallace's legs.

And I'm pretty sure
Eleanor winked at me.

- What?
- She's a doctor.

She knows when
things aren't normal.

And I'm getting the feeling
that she knows a lot more.

- She winked at you?
- There was winkage.

- Maybe you're right.

I just—sometimes I wish
we could get a normal...

- Brutal assault.

- Doesn't that
sound kind of nice?

- Why would that be any better?

- At least it wouldn't remind
me of my own problems.

- How does any
of this remind you

that you have no
game with chicks?

- Thanks.

Okay, let's say it's
not something normal.

What do we do?

- We go to lunch.

But you're not gonna like it.

♪♪

- Duke?

- No, hey.

No, oh.

Oh, Haven's finest.

You know, I could
add "ass" to that,

"Haven's finest ass,"

and it would still
work for both of you.

Just in different ways.

Uh, you guys...

You guys want
something to drink?

Beer? Wine? Clamato?

- Or you could tell us
what's behind the tarp.

- Well, that—that's...

That is the central
mystery of life on the water,

isn't it, Detective Parker?

What is behind the tarp?

What is behind the tarp?

So many have asked.

So few ever find out.

- Fine.

We had a guy standing
on the back of a boat

who suffered from some
ruler-straight injuries.

- Broke both his
legs right across here.

- Boom?

- I don't know
what sound it made.

- Now I know why you
think he's a boat expert.

- Come on, I was kidding.

- It was funny.
- Joke.

- Not a sailboat.

Sport fisher. Deep V hull.

- Somebody else's boom.

Aye, the ocean,
she be a mysterious

and dangerous place.

- Like a tarp.

- Sure.

- Come on, just tell
us what's behind it.

- Something I'm
trying to protect.

- Because you're
a model citizen?

- I have a code.

Just one that says I
don't have to show you.

In fact, not showing you
will probably be the most fun

that I have today.

Alas, I hate to see a
beautiful woman suffer.

Pam Seligson, she's
the town librarian.

It's her 80th birthday.

Asked me to hide the setup.

I smuggled it,

all of it,

from Iceland.

- That is really sweet, Duke.

- So glad we came.

- Nathan, you there, sugar?

- Copy, Laverne.

- You better get up to
Tradewinds Real Estate, doll.

Sounds like somebody
got pretty PO'd

at their broker.

- Bye, Audrey. You too, sugar.

- Ten years on the job,

I've never seen
anything like it.

- Who is that?

- Joe Santomauro.
Real estate agent.

- And what happened to him?

- He's been... sliced

all the way through

like a big loaf of bread.

- Look familiar?

- What's this have to do

with our fractured
friend Wallace?

- Did anybody see what happened?

- Yeah, him.

- So Joe was a successful
real estate broker?

- I don't want to gossip.

Joe was a little
ethically challenged.

Double-dipped on
commissions and whatnot.

When the market contracted,

the whisper was
he started working

with a less-desirable element.

Not Tradewinds Real
Estate kind of people.

Here's my card if you need me.

- Will do.

All right, so this Joe
seems like a swell guy.

- Hmm.

Think he learned his ethics

in the same Boy Scout
troop as Mr. Wallace?

He's been indicted four times.

Fraud times two,
tax evasion times two.

- Okay, so let's just say

that Joe did
deserve Alec's wrath.

We still have ten witnesses
that say he never touched him.

- But he was sitting
right in front of Joe.

- Right, so what's Alec,
a telekinetic vigilante

taking down Haven's scum?

- Doesn't seem like the type.

- No.

Then why would
Alec place himself

at the second crime scene
when we've already seen him

at the first?

- He wouldn't.

- Unless...

Unless he can't control himself.

- Then Joe just started
sliding out of his seat

onto the floor,

like he was getting...

pulled by something

and cut.

- What were you
doing at Joe's office?

- I've been trying
to sell my house.

- You're moving?

- No, it just seemed
like time to cash out.

But Joe didn't get any offers.

- That must have pissed you off,

having a guy who
makes that much money

not be able to help you out.

You're getting a
little long in the tooth.

How's the retirement
plan coming?

- What are you talking about?

- I'm talking about you
being tired and mad,

standing in the
middle of two rich guys

who took it on
the chin yesterday.

That's what I'm
talking about, Alec.

- I didn't touch anybody,
and there are witnesses.

- You know, it must be
tough wiping decks for a living,

catering to a
bunch of rich slobs,

and then making your
daughter schlep them drinks

while they look her up and
down like a piece of meat.

- What the hell is
wrong with you?

- My fault.

I'm sorry.

- What if you had gotten him
mad and something did happen?

- A bucket of cold
water. It works on dogs.

Anyway, he didn't
hulk out on us,

so obviously he's not our guy.

- Wow, it's damn
near scientific.

- Okay, have you ever
had a situation, though,

like this before, you
know, when Haven

was dealing with the
troubles back then?

- What do you mean?

- Both of our victims
were real dirtbags,

con artists, so
this whole thing,

it just—it feels pointed,

like someone's in control
of what they're doing.

- Couldn't that be a good thing?

- Yeah, or a very,
very bad thing.

- Lab results on
that black substance.

Atomized graphite.

- Graphite, like a lubricant?

- Willow charcoal
and a little clay.

- Well, if it was a
lubricant, whatever it was...

- Parker, it's
sketching charcoal.

- Nathan.

I know why you're here, love.

- No, you don't, Mary.

- Got your order here.

- Clear varnish for découpage.

You do découpage?

- Mary, do you sell graphite
and willow charcoal?

- Yeah.

- Where do you
découpage, Wuornos?

- Someplace private.

So graphite and
willow-based charcoal?

- Dusty but has
nice, rich luster.

Gives great shadows.

- Anybody in town buy it?

- I'm not great with records.

I could print you out a
copy of my restocking report.

Maybe I made a note
of who bought it when.

- That would be great.

- What—what is découpage?

And why do you
varnish the pictures?

- It tints all the colors.

It connects them.

- So because you can't feel,

all your other
senses like sight,

they're elevated.

- Yep.

For instance, right
now my hearing

seems very acute.

- Hey, I'm just trying to
get to know you, all right?

How are we supposed
to get to know each other

if we never talk?

You can ask me
stuff if you want.

Go ahead. I'm an open book.

Hit me. Shoot.

- What do you think about Jimmy?

- Jimmy?

- He bought willow charcoal.

- Well, I heard Alec
bossing him around

on the boat the other day

and then barking at
him in front of Vickie.

- You think that's reason enough

to set up your
father-in-law for murder?

- Maybe, but if Jimmy
knows that we're on to him

and he's the guy
that's doing all this...

- Telekinetic slicing
and breaking of people.

- Yeah, then he's not
exactly the kind of guy

we can just walk on
up to and Mirandize him.

- No.

- So we need to sneak up on him.

- Now what exactly
do you want me to do?

- Use your boat to get
close to The Endorfin.

A police boat is just gonna
stick out like a sore thumb.

- Hmm.

You remember when
I asked you to help me

with those parking tickets?

You turned me down.

- This is more important
than parking tickets.

- That's a matter of
perspective, Nathan.

Those things get expensive.

- Duke, seriously,

I'm just asking for a favor.

- I'm sensing a
dangerous trend here.

Truth?

- That would be nice.

- The Endorfin is a
high-end fishing charter.

It takes out
big-ticket customers

who want big-ticket items.

I can get those things.

- You do business with them?

- Yeah.

In fact, I'm getting them

a delivery of some very
expensive noble grape.

Don't worry, Nathan.

I paid the customs fees.

- And so protecting your
business with the owner

is more important
than helping us?

- I mean, does it have
to be an either/or?

- Come on. I have another idea.

- Good luck.

- 50ccs of diazepam.

Drops a grizzly
bear in ten seconds.

- Do you have anything stronger?

What, we don't know
who we're up against.

- We're just gonna talk to him.

- Yeah, but if anything
happens to us,

just tranq him.

- Anything like what?

- You know, like we start
bleeding or screaming,

or stuff like that.

- And if it gets dangerous...

- I put it in his
neck, fastest place.

- I was gonna say "run."

Jess, I don't want
you at risk here.

This isn't your job.

- Okay, I'm fine.
Happy to help you.

- Not the date you
were expecting, is it?

- But it's coming up, right?

- Right.

Hey, Jimmy.

- Hey.

- What are you doing?

- What I'm always doing
on Captain Richards' boat.

I'm making it
perfect for his clients.

- That would drive me crazy.
- What?

- You know, just
having to spend the day

with a bunch of tourist fat cats

telling me what to do.

That's not fair.

- Yeah, I know.

You wouldn't believe
some of their...

- Jimmy?

Jimmy, what's wrong?

- Oh, my God.

- There, that should keep
him sedated for a while.

You, uh...

You want some?

- I'm fine.

I'm sorry to bother you.

I didn't want to take
him to the hospital.

- Yeah, they wouldn't
take him anyway

with no health insurance.

You did the right
thing bringing him here.

On some levels,

he is the perfect houseguest.

- You can joke about this?

- I can always joke.

How else does one get through
a winter in Haven, Maine?

- It's the troubles, isn't it?

- Yeah, I guess so.

- Wait. Why are they here?

I don't know.

Maybe it's some kind of
cosmic test of our character.

- Well, if this is a test,

you get an A-plus,
and I get a "You suck."

- Oh, you're doing fine.

- I am?

- Yeah.
- Really?

Because to be honest
with you, I'm kind of freakin'.

There is something
attacking people intentionally,

and it, whatever it is,

it knows that I am on to it.

And...

well, the FBI, they never
trained me for the troubles.

- I suppose not.

- God, why can't I just
walk away from this town?

- Well, you could,

but we both know
Haven has its charms.

Audrey, is that
what you really want,

to leave, go back to the FBI?

- I want to find this thing.

- And?

- And I want to kick its ass.

- Is Jimmy going to be okay?

- I don't know.

You saw that weirdness.

- Yeah, and I thought
you were really brave.

- What did I do that was brave?

- You didn't pee yourself.

- You should go home, Jess.
- Really?

Why? I can help.

- How?

Hmm? How can you help?

There's a guy in the next room

who just lost his face.

There's another
down at the morgue

who was shredded.

I'm in the middle of
a freak show here.

This isn't any place
for a normal girl

with good intentions.

- You came to me.

- Yeah. I shouldn't have.

You should go.

- Fine.

See you around.

- Guess what subject
Vickie teaches.

Art.

- Vickie.

- Beautiful.
- Thank you.

- Can we talk for a minute?

- Is this about my father?

- No. What about your father?

- Uh, nothing.

I, uh, I couldn't
reach him earlier.

I'm sure he just forgot to
charge his cell phone again.

- You're lying.

- Look, I'm in the
middle of class.

- We could always ask
you to join us at the station,

and we could talk there.

- You can't make me go
anywhere unless you arrest me.

- Hey, Vickie, if you
need some help...

- If you want to help
me, leave me alone.

I have to get back to my class.

- Really?

"We can always ask you
to join us at the station

if you want to talk there."

- Oh.

She's worried about her dad.

And I'm betting she doesn't
know what happened to Jimmy.

- She's definitely
hiding something.

- Yeah, well, whatever it is,

maybe we can find
evidence of it at her house.

There's no law against
looking in windows.

Or against checking for locks.

- Parker.

Look at that.

- Blankets in the windows?

Somebody's definitely
hiding something.

- Looks like somebody
trashed the place.

- Yeah, that's too bad,

'cause some of
these are really good.

Crash!

Wind.

- Inside.

Sure.

- Looks like somebody
took these in a hurry.

- Or stolen.

- Hey, Nathan.
- Hmm?

- Here's a finished
one someone forgot.

Look familiar?

Nathan!

- Thank you.

All right, Vickie
just left the school,

and I put out an APB.

We can arrest her now.

- I agree we
should, but for what?

- Illegal manufacture and
use of voodoo drawings.

When I touched your
image— - I was there.

- Right.

So I'm guessing that
Wallace was folded

and Santomauro was shredded.

- And Jimmy got erased?

- The question is:

Where are all the other
people that she sketched?

- Not just people.

I stepped on this.

The drawings affect things too.

- But why is she scared
if she's in control?

- And why use her
drawings to go after Jimmy

and a banker and a realtor?

- Let's ask.

The banker's probably
conscious now.

- No, wait, wait.

I don't want to leave
this here unguarded,

but I don't want
to touch it either.

- So what do you want to do?

- I'll call Settle. Ask
him to come watch it.

- And are you
gonna tell him why?

- 'Cause I think
it's really good.

- Mr. Wallace.

- If you're lawyers
from the boat company,

save your breath
unless you've got

a 30 mil settlement
in your pocket.

- We're cops.

- You figure out what
happened to me yet?

- Yeah.

What we want to know is why.

- Well, I want to
know what first.

- And you're in a hospital bed,

attached to tubes.

We could leave.

Now.

Okay, see ya.

- I was gonna pay
the money I owed.

- To who?

Vickie?

- Vickie?

No.

Richards.

- Captain Richards?

- I only owed him 200 large.

300, whatever.

Suddenly he was a
maniac about collecting it.

Normally he's happy
to earn the interest.

- You owed him
$300,000 from fishing?

- No, I owe him 300,000
because of a stupid parlay

and the Jets can't
make a field goal.

- Whoa, you bet on the Jets?

- What about Joe Santomauro?

Did he owe Richards money too?

- Probably.

I saw him out there a few times.

Worst poker player ever.

But I think they had a
real estate deal cooking.

Based on what I heard about Joe,

guessing it went south.

- So The Endorfin's more
than just a fishing charter?

- Oh, he's fishing.

For guys like me.

Rich enough to have
a couple of drinks

and get in hock with him.

- So...

Vickie is muscle for Richards?

- Let's go ask why.

Patrol car picked her up.

- What about me?

- You got involved with
the wrong kind of people.

- Like I don't know that.

- Hey, Vickie.

Why are you drawing that?

- It's pretty.

- No, that's not why.

We know what you can do.

- And we know you're
working for Richards.

- I'm sorry, I have no
idea what you're talking...

- No, what we don't know

is why you drew Jimmy.

- J-Jimmy?

Is he okay?

- He's okay.

- I don't want to do this.

I tried to stop.

- So why don't you?

- My dad.

Richards, he has my dad hostage.

A few days ago, I went
down to the boat to sketch.

I used to like sketching.

There was a seal on the pier.

I drew it, gave it to Richards.

He crumpled it.

We both saw what happened.

- And he figured out what
your sketches could do.

- He came to see me the next day

and said that my dad had
been gambling on his boat,

owed a lot of money,

that he'd be working
for free forever,

but that I could help
pay off my dad's debt

by giving him some sketches.

He was only gonna use
them to pressure people.

I know how hard my dad works.

- So you drew.

- Yes, but when Richards
started hurting people,

I told him I wouldn't
do it anymore.

So he got mad.

He grabbed my dad

and told me that if I didn't
draw this place by 5:00,

he was gonna kill him.

- Why this place?

- I know he tried
to buy it recently.

- Well, that would explain
why he tried to collect

all that money so
suddenly from Wallace.

- And why Joe Santomauro,
his real estate agent,

got punished when he
couldn't make the deal happen.

- And so if Richards
couldn't buy this place...

- He's gonna use her
drawings to destroy it.

- All right, why didn't you just
draw a picture of Richards?

- I did.

But the only sketch that
works is the first one I draw.

Richards has the
one I did of him

hidden on that boat.

- And why did you draw Jimmy?

- I—I drew him before

I knew any of this
was happening.

I drew a bunch of people.
I drew half the town.

When Richards
came and took my dad,

he took all of my sketches.

- If he has all the sketches,

he could hurt someone
before we take him down.

- Not just someone.

He has a landscape that I did

from up on King's Point.

- Hello? Out-of-towner.

What's King's Point?

- It's the lookout spot.

You can see the whole
town from up there.

Remember the vase?

- I better call for backup.

- Afternoon.

Permission to come aboard.

All right, I'll knock next time.

- Duke.

What are you bringing me?

- Well, today...

I have got a lovely
'68 Chateau La Tour.

Old-growth vines.

Unfortunately for them
but fortunately for us,

it disappeared from a
French farmer's cellar

after he croaked.

- And how'd you get it?

- Excuse me?

- What?

I just thought that
we kind of agreed

if we were gonna do business,

we wouldn't ask
a lot of questions.

- That's exactly why I
like dealing with you.

- Hmm.

- How's three grand sound?

- Uh, five sounds better.

- And four gets her done?

- Yes, it does.

Keep it cool.

Hate to blow 40
years in a cellar.

- You know, I think things
are really gonna start

picking up for me.

Could probably do
a lot more business

if you're interested.

- Oh, I'm always interested.

- All righty then.

I have company.

You know them?

- Uh, yeah, unfortunately, I do.

It would probably be
better for both of us

if they didn't see me here.

- Okay.

Put these in the cold box below.

- All right.

- Vickie. Detectives.

- We know what you did to
Wallace and Santomauro.

- I'm sorry?

What?

- We want to make a deal.

- Vickie, you got an agent.

I'm a businessman. What deal?

- Give us all her pictures,

and we won't shoot you.

- She's not very good.

She should know
knowledge is power.

And she should know

that I hold all the cards.

Hmm?

Now you give me
what I asked for,

and you two go away.

Or better yet,

Vickie,

draw them.

- You're not hearing me.

- No.

You're not hearing me.

- You hearing me now?

- You really think
you can kill me

before I crumple this,
destroy the whole town?

- No.

- Hey, this really works.

- What took you so long?

- I'm sorry.

But it takes me a
second to pick a safe.

- Well, that's a shock.

- Besides, I had to
pry open the door

to get that guy out.
- Daddy.

- I don't want this anymore.

- Uh-huh.

- Parker, hold this.

Be careful with it.

- The picture.

- Daddy.

- I can't get...

I can't get it.

Damn it.

- Here, I thought
you might like these.

- Ooh, these aren't decorations.

- God, no.

- Well, good, 'cause, you know,

I got a kind of funky Mexican
farmhouse thing going on.

I don't want it to clash.

I'll be extra
careful with these.

Jimmy's recovering.
He looks pretty good.

- Yeah, he had a little
help from his fiancée.

Do you think he's
going to be okay?

- Yeah, I do.

Audrey.

You kicked its ass.

- Nathan.

- Hey, Jess.

- Are you okay?

- Yeah.

Came to see about that prowler.

- Really?

It's not too dangerous?

- I hope not.

- Dirty martini number two.

So are these happy martinis

or sad martinis?

- It's because I
want to thank you,

but that seems
almost impossible.

So I figure with a big bill

at least I can give
you a good tip.

All right.

- No seriously, thank you, Duke,

for coming through
when I called.

- Sure.

Now, about those
parking tickets...

So why is it so hard
for you to thank me?

- I don't know.

Maybe 'cause every time we
start to be nice to each other

something blows it up.

- Maybe you just ask
way too much of me.

I mean, the poking
around, the judging.

The secret to
happiness with men?

Lower your expectations.

- Everybody knows that.

- Why can't you do it?

- I'm drinking
this swill, aren't I?