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Previously on Why Women Kill:

You can cheat on your wife all you want, but you're not touching mine.

I am in love with you.

You knew the rules. I will never leave my wife.

So I can tell Rob is still mad about the other night. He hasn't called in days.

Why would he even be with me if he was so happy with her?

Maybe she did something to hurt him

and he needs time to forgive her.

This project I've been involved with, it's almost over.

I'll be home in time for dinner every night.

It's Hector. He was the best hairdresser I ever had.

I've known for some time about Karl's indiscretions.

I saw his car parked at some seedy motel.

- What in God's name? - We haven't seen each other in years.

Hector was the only person who ever saw me for the man I truly am.

Stop romanticizing your grubby little fling.

Do you love him?

I do.

Hey. You fell asleep.

- Take this. - Uh, I don't think I should.

While I was away, did you two fuck?

We absolutely fucked.

Okay. This was bound to happen, right? Since we're all together now.

All right, let's talk about my script.

I'm expecting offers in the high six-figure range.

Be good to Jade. She's your muse.

His muse?

I am the one who spent the last two years cleaning up the mess he made of our lives.

- What did he do? - What didn't he do?

Speed, cocaine.

He's an addict.

One of the producers wants a rewrite.

If I can get it to them on time, then I'm back.

And the money that will follow, Jade, I can take care of you.

That girl, April, is on line one.

Tell her I'm in a meeting.

You were out late last night. Who were you with?

Just some of the guys from the track team.

- Eli, what are you doing out so early? - Oh, just going for a jog.

So can you ring me up for that, ma'am?

Bethany.

- Thank you for meeting me. - Yeah.

I was a little surprised to get your text. It's, um... It's been a minute.

Yeah, yeah, I'm sorry about that. I know I kind of disappeared there.

Yeah, I thought maybe you had found someone else.

No, no, nothing like that. I just, you know...

- Took a different path for a while. - Yeah.

- Yeah. - Yeah.

All right, Tanya. Listen to me.

You're gonna go play with your friends while Mommy talks to her friend, okay?

- Okay. - Oh, big girl.

I see them on the playground. You better go.

Oh, my God.

- She's so big. - I know.

In my head, I still think of her as a baby.

Yeah. Well, 24 months is like a lifetime in kid years.

Yeah.

Okay. So I got this shit from Mexico. It's stepped on a little bit,

but it's good. It's just like 15% baby laxatives.

It'll definitely get you high.

But this shit just fell off the back of a fucking boat from Colombia.

Okay. All I did was chop it up and bag it.

I swear to God, Eli,

the second you open it, your entire face goes numb.

Okay. How much?

I'll give you an eight ball for 300.

Or I can do two for 5-. It's the best I can do, though.

- Trying to save for Tanya's college fund. - Well, you're a good mom.

All right, I'll take two.

Nice to have you back.

Karl.

We need to talk.

Bloody hell.

It's 7:00 in the morning.

I was so angry with you last night.

- The way you spoke to me. - Oh, Simone.

I was up all night thinking to myself, "I wish I'd never married that man.

He's stolen the last ten years of my life."

All right, I'm sorry.

Here. Put that on.

- Why? - Just do it.

All right.

Then I started thinking about our time together.

You taught me how to ski...

how to tango...

hmm, how to speak French.

Yeah, asking for more Chardonnay is not really speaking French.

Most importantly, you taught me how to laugh at myself.

The truth is, you haven't stolen anything from me.

If anything, you've given me more than I deserved.

I'm sorry. The suspense is slightly killing me now.

Where is this going?

Follow me.

Just to be clear, I still think we should get a divorce.

Uh, yes, I assumed as much.

Just because I can't have you as a husband doesn't mean I can't have you as a friend.

And I do like to keep my friends happy.

- Hector. - Hello, Karl.

I have never loved you more than I do in this moment.

Please, Karl, not in front of the boyfriend.

- Hello. - Sheila.

Your apartment manager told me you were down here.

- I was hoping we could get lunch. - Oh, sorry. I just got called into work.

Two waitresses are sick. I have to clean my uniform and get over to Glendale.

- It's fine. We can catch up another time. - Well, there's a lot to catch up on.

Has something happened?

Mrs. Persky?

- I need you to leave. - Why?

- I need to talk to my friend. - What about?

It's private.

So sex, huh?

Just go.

You seem irritable.

Rob dumped me.

He did?

Yeah. He sent roses with a note saying,

"I can't keep seeing you. Please forgive me."

Oh, well, you knew this day was coming.

Yeah, I just thought he would be man enough to tell me to my face.

You know, I phoned him at his work yesterday ten times.

His secretary, Claire, won't put me through.

It is time to move on. You don't want to embarrass yourself.

Oh, yeah.

- What are you doing back here? - I brought my husband.

I want him to see how you talk to me.

- I should go. I'll call you later. - Thanks.

Oh, why the long face?

Did your fella dump you?

Your wife is a horrible person, do you know that?

Yeah. I'm aware.

I thought we were excited about the offer.

No, no. Look, of course I trust you.

Yeah. I mean, do your thing. Okay.

All right, bye.

Oh, shit.

- Everything all right? - Hey. Uh, yes.

Yeah, there's an offer on the table for the script.

But Lamar wants to hold out for more money,

which makes me kind of nervous.

What are you on right now?

What? Nothing.

Oh, yeah? Then what's this, then?

Well, it... It's a heavy pollen year.

- Dude. - It's been on the news.

We're on the same team.

I cannot cover for you if you're gonna be stupid about it.

All right. Sorry.

The Addy wasn't cutting it for me, so I just...

- I needed something a little bit stronger. - Why? The script is done.

Guys?

Yeah, we're in here.

- Get your hand out of your face. - All right.

- Sorry. - Hey.

- Hi. - I need to talk to you both.

- Yeah, what's on your mind? - Look. I know I said I was okay

with what went on with you two, but clearly, I wasn't.

I felt like I went away for the night

and you two had become this little team without me.

It's not fair to blame you,

because I'm the reason we're together in the first place.

I feel like I talked you into this

with absolutely no idea of how we would make it work.

Well, that's okay.

- Yeah. I mean, we will figure it out. - We will.

But we're gonna need help, and I think I've found the place to start.

"L'Amour the Merrier Events Limited"?

Events? You want us to go to an orgy?

No, it's not an orgy. It's a polyamory retreat.

- That's just a fancy way of saying "orgy"? - Stop saying "orgy."

- All right. - This is a three-day event at a hotel

in San Diego.

They have workshops, lectures, all designed to help people

who are new to the polyamorous lifestyle.

The whole thing is designed by experts

who know how to make a relationship like ours work.

Oh, look, so here's one of the seminars.

"Negotiating Boundaries and Polyamorous Relationship Agreements."

- Doesn't that sound helpful? - Yeah, it does.

- Uh, let me see. - See?

So I'll go make the reservations. We'll leave tomorrow.

- All right. - Yeah. Wonderful.

Yeah.

You okay, babe?

Yeah, yeah. Just, you know, allergies. Whew.

It is a heavy pollen year.

It was on the news.

Here comes the bubbly.

Pour like there's no tomorrow.

You are getting your husband back.

I'm so happy. Of course, I feel bad for April.

Why? She should have known what was coming.

This is how the movie always ends. The man slinks back to his wife,

and the whore ends up drunk and alone.

Actually, now that I got four kids, it doesn't sound so bad.

I was thinking of taking April to a restaurant next week.

You know, to cheer her up.

Beth Ann, the war is over. You won.

Let the enemy limp away in defeat.

April and I grew very close these last few weeks.

It's a true friendship.

She thinks your name is Sheila.

I admit it's a complicated...

Honey? What's wrong?

April is in my driveway.

Shit!

What is she doing here?

Why the fuck should I know?

Well, we can't open the door.

I think we're gonna have to. I think she saw me.

- You have to be me. - Are you crazy?

- Please, I'm begging. - Fine.

- Christ on a cracker. - Don't swear.

And be nice.

May I help you?

- Are you Mrs. Robert Stanton? - Yes.

Who might you be, pray tell?

I'm April.

I'm a waitress at Jansen's Diner in Glendale.

Your husband is one of my regulars.

Is he?

Yes.

I don't mean to rush you, dear,

but I have curtains to hem and croutons in the oven.

Yes, I just wanted to come by

to say that I think your husband might have left his coat at the diner.

Well, mercy me.

I'm not even sure if it's his, but if you wouldn't mind just telling him

that I stopped by and asking him to call me.

He knows your number?

Number?

At the diner.

- He could give me a call at the diner. - I'll tell him.

- Bye, now. - Goodbye.

I have never said "mercy me."

You bake your own croutons.

I can't believe April actually came to the house.

Gotta say, I'm impressed.

That tramp, she ain't going down without a fight.

This tramp isn't either.

You know what I mean.

I have to leave in ten minutes, and I have got absolutely no idea what to wear.

You're so cute.

All aflutter over your dinner with your new beau.

Is this pastel too gay?

Have you ever seen a straight pastel?

Will you please put the paper down and help me?

I'm trying to find a nice place for you to live.

Oh, what about a condo at Sanford Palms?

Sanford Palms? That's only about five blocks away from here.

I still want us to have movie nights.

You wouldn't have to drive after cocktails.

Our friends are going to despise us.

Why?

When people split up, they prefer venom and fireworks,

tears and accusations.

That's childish and petty.

- We did that last week. - Right.

I've narrowed it down to these two. Which do you prefer?

- The linen. - Are you sure?

Why do you care which suit?

How long is it gonna be on?

Oi! I'm a good girl, I am.

I don't let no gentleman touch me what ain't bought me lobster first.

Oh, that's Tommy. Don't do Eliza for him.

He won't understand, and he'll think you're having a stroke.

Yes. Much humor is lost on the younger generation. Trousers.

Tommy. Come in.

Where's Mr. Grove?

He has a date tonight.

With a guy?

Yes. I've lost a husband, but I've gained a gay sidekick.

I'm glad, because now we don't have to hide when we do this.

I'm feeling something interesting.

Can you blame me?

Not down there, up here.

Ah! Is this for me?

I was saving that for after dinner. Do you think you can wait?

What a question.

Of course not.

It's stunning.

Your taste is improving.

A woman like you deserves the best,

and I want you to see that I can give that to you.

Tommy!

He hasn't left yet?

Thank God I've caught you. I need fresh eyes on an outfit.

Simone prefers the linen, but I think the navy is more slimming.

Thoughts?

You're not fat.

Yes, as a straight man, I am boyishly slim.

However, as a homo, I could afford to lose a few, so.

- See what Tommy gave me? - Ooh.

Look at you. Diamond Jim Brady Bunch.

Anyway, which one?

- Just pick one. - Navy.

Navy it is. Thank you.

I'm terribly sorry to interrupt, but as you know, it's very important

to get the costume right when you're coming out.

We don't care if you come out just as long as you get out.

I can always take a subtle hint, Simone. Perhaps one day you'll give me one.

Oh, tell Hector you won't sleep with him unless he does my hair for the wedding.

You got it. Goodbye.

You have a very interesting marriage.

Sheila. Um, what are you doing here?

Our visit was cut short yesterday. So I just thought...

It's not a good time. I'm feeling under the weather.

Do you want me to run to the drugstore for you?

Oh, no, no, I just need a couple of aspirin.

Sit. I'll get them for you.

Oh, you don't have to do that.

It's no trouble.

Besides, I have some good news.

Oh, that's nice.

I could use some.

I've found you a man.

His name's Eldon Ratzinger.

Eldon Ratzinger?

He's my butcher, very nice.

On the short side, but you wouldn't notice if you're wearing flats.

Thanks, but I can't meet anyone for a while.

You won't forget about Rob if you sit around pouting.

Trust me, I won't be forgetting about Rob anytime soon.

You've got to get over this obsession with another woman's husband.

You're going to end up angry and sad.

You are right about that.

You know, flowers aren't the only thing that Rob left me with.

What are you talking about?

I'm pregnant.

Sheila, are you hurt?

Yes. Yes, I am.

Let me get you a bandage.

Oh. I'll get that for you, milady.

And my other lady.

How chivalrous of you.

Thank you.

All right.

- You want me to drive for a bit? - Hmm?

Sorry. I think I'm just nervous about this script, you know.

Do you guys mind if we pull off so I could call Lamar?

Will that stop you from playing the steering wheel like a bongo drum?

- Almost definitely. - Then by all means.

Okay. Great. Here we go.

Great.

I wonder if they have a bathroom.

Uh, we can ask inside the mini-mart.

Do you want anything?

Uh, potato chips. And chocolate milk. And gummy worms if they have them.

What are you, 12?

I know you are, but what am I?

The polyamorists will hear about this.

Fuck!

Shit! Shit! Shit!

Bad news, Eli!

They were out of worms.

- No. - So I got you bears.

- Oh, thank you. - What were you doing in the trunk?

Uh... looking for my cap.

Ah. So where is it?

Forgot to pack it. Fucking Eli.

All right. Let's hit the road.

Darling, is there any chance you could watch the gallery this morning?

- Where will you be? - I have an appointment.

Oh. And would this appointment involve your new boyfriend, Hector?

He may tag along, yes.

Look at you, proud gay man.

I'd do anything to support you, short of canceling my training session at the gym.

Are you sure you're not a gay man?

Naomi. I thought we were meeting at the club.

You never know who's eavesdropping there. What I have to say is for your ears only.

Mm. Hello, Naomi. My ears and I were just leaving. Thank you.

You seem upset.

Remember when I told you that Tommy was hiding something?

I know his secret.

You do?

He's on drugs.

Oh, thank God...

that you finally figured it out.

It's the only thing that makes sense.

The secrecy, the long hours, the lock on his bedroom door.

Not to mention the missing money.

What money?

He cashed in his savings bond.

They became his when he turned 18.

And I'm not supposed to know, but my friend at the bank tipped me off.

I ask you, Simone,

what else could he have bought that cost $10,000?

He spent $10,000?

I knew you'd understand.

You're such a good friend.

I know we've had our squabbles,

but in a crisis like this, there is no one else I can turn to.

No one?

What do you think he's doing?

Heroin?

This is Tommy we're talking about. I seriously doubt he's on heroin.

What? That's a beautiful brooch. Is it new?

Then again, it could be heroin.

All right.

- Oh, look at this place. It's cute. - Yeah.

- Oh, man. - Why are they stopping everyone?

Who knows?

But look at all these cars.

Who knew polyamory was so popular?

Oh, my God.

Vice President Pence is speaking here tonight.

At a polyamory seminar?

- That's surprising. - Odd choice.

No, he's in a different ballroom.

He's talking to local Republicans.

Ugh. Well, that's the reason for the holdup.

It's extra security.

Oh... Security.

They're opening people's trunks. That's gonna take forever.

You know what, guys? Uh, we... We need to turn around.

- What? Why? - Yep.

I gotta pee, guys. I'm so sorry. I just...

No, honey, I was kidding. The hotel is just up the street.

- We'll be there in... - Nope. Can't do it. Dam's gonna burst.

- Here, here we go. - Honey, wait, what are you doing?

I'm flipping a bitch.

Wait, Eli, you can't make a U-turn here.

Yeah, now it's turning into a bit more of a three-point thing.

- Eli, no. - Wait.

- Four... - Eli! Stop!

Oh, my God.

Eli, what are you doing?

They're gonna think that we're terrorists

- or something. - No. It's fine.

See that? Smooth sailing.

- Have you lost your mind? - Smooth sailing.

Eli, slow down!

- You're gonna get us all killed! - Everyone just calm down, okay?

There's a Taco Bell a couple miles down the road.

We'll stop there. It's gonna be fine, all right?

Everything is gonna be fine.

What?

Stop the car.

Now.

All right.

- Wait. Why are you opening the trunk? - Because I wanna know what's in there.

Taylor.

Shit.

Eli, your nose.

Fuck.

Wait.

Oh, my God. Eli.

Look, I know that it looks bad.

Get in the car. We're going home.

What about the retreat?

Oh, fuck the retreat.

Jesus.

Pregnant? Jesus.

She's not only a tramp, she's a stupid tramp.

- I don't wanna drink right now. - Oh, honey.

This is all for me. I find your life very stressful.

At least we know why April was so desperate to speak to Rob.

How do you think he'll react?

I think he will be thrilled.

- Really? - Rob loved being a father.

When we lost Emily...

- That was our daughter's name. - That's a beautiful name.

When we lost Emily, he couldn't accept it. Rob begged me to have another child.

Why didn't you?

We tried and tried, but...

Did you ever think about adoption?

Rob said he didn't wanna raise another man's baby.

He wanted a child of his own.

And now he's going to get one.

God, I hate this guy.

Oh, please, he's still my husband.

What do I do now?

Come clean.

Tell him you know about the affair and the baby.

- No. - It's time to put it all on the table.

- But how will that help? - It will force him to make a choice.

You or her.

What if he doesn't choose me?

Then you'll finally hate the fucking bastard just as much as I do.

No, I won't.

That's the problem.

Look, I don't know what he's gonna do.

Maybe he'll choose you.

But whatever happens, aren't you done with all the lies?

Hey. What are you doing here?

Why didn't you tell me these diamonds were real?

Of course they're real. I thought you knew that.

Well, I didn't. Take this back.

No. Why would I do that?

The bank told your mother you sold a bond. She now thinks you're on drugs.

Knowing what you spent on this, I'm wondering if she's right.

- No, I'm not taking it back. - Tommy.

Well, I should be able to buy diamonds for the woman I love.

Relax. I don't expect you to say it back.

I gave you that so you'd see that I'm not some kid who can't play in your league.

The diamonds are real because my feelings are.

You know I adore you, but I just don't see how we can have that kind of relationship.

- Because of what people would say? - They'd be brutal.

So you're not embarrassed that Karl dates men, but you are embarrassed by me?

I am not embarrassed at all.

Oh, dear God.

Hey, Tommy. Who's your girlfriend?

- I can't stay here. Take this. Please. - No.

It's yours. I'm not ashamed to love you.

- Taylor... - Don't.

I need for no one to speak right now.

How long?

I'm sorry?

How long have you been using again?

- Not that long. I mean, it started... - Don't tell me.

I don't wanna know how long I missed the signs.

How long this has been happening right in front of my own stupid face.

- Babe, please, you... - You shut up.

I was distracted before.

You better believe my eyes are wide-fucking-open now.

- Hello? - Tommy's dealing drugs.

- What? - Kay Randall's son, Bradley,

saw him today with a customer.

A customer?

He saw him making a deal in the middle of PE

with some seedy middle-aged woman in dark glasses.

Middle-aged?

Anyway, do you have a screwdriver?

I wanna break into Tommy's room.

Why? I'm sure he doesn't keep drugs in there.

Maybe not, but at least I could read his journal.

His journal?

I think I found one!

What do you mean, he keeps a journal?

I have to go.

Naomi?

- Naomi! - Up here!

Naomi.

I'm so glad you're here. You can help me look.

I am only here to stop you from making an awful mistake.

If Tommy finds out you read his journal, you could lose him forever.

He won't find out. He's at track until 6.

You trashed his room. You won't have time to clean it up.

And the journal may not even be here.

Found it.

Simone.

When Amy was 10, I read her diary. She didn't speak to me for a year.

Hand it over.

If she had been Tommy's age, she'd have moved out.

Do you wanna risk that

just to get an intrusive look at Tommy's most private thoughts?

And... Jesus Christ.

- What? - Nothing.

Give me that.

- I am begging you, don't read that. - Why are you so emotional?

Uh... Karl is gay.

- What? - He sleeps with men.

Can we just focus on my problems for a moment?

No wonder you're so distraught.

I wanted to tell you, but then I thought, "No, Naomi has her own problems.

She doesn't wanna hear my tawdry tale."

Oh, but I do.

You mean to tell me that when I saw Karl's car at the motel,

he was there with a man?

I can't talk about this without a drink.

Maybe we can go downstairs and open up a bottle.

Of course. But how did you find out?

- Did you catch him with one of his lovers? - No, it was Wanda.

You were right. She despises me.

- She found out... - What are you doing in my room?

Is that my journal?

She just found it, but she hasn't read it yet.

I'm so sorry, Tommy.

I just wanted to make sure that you weren't doing drugs.

So you broke into my room?

Well, you've been so distant lately.

Mrs. Grove, if you wouldn't mind.

Yes, I should go, as this doesn't involve me at all.

Jesus, Mom.

Looking for these?

Oh, good. You found them. Thank you.

How'd it go in there?

I just told Mom that I'm gonna cash in another bond

so I can hike through Europe this summer.

She felt so guilty about breaking into my room that she agreed.

You turned the situation to your advantage. Good for you.

I leave for Paris two days after graduation.

Care to join me?

Are you crazy?

We don't have to leave at the same time.

I'll go first, then you take a vacation and meet me there.

- No one's gonna know that we're together. - Your mother is watching.

That is why we need to do this. Someone is always watching us here.

We will never know who we can be as a couple until we get away from my mom,

your friends, and everyone else whose opinions you're scared of.

Can I think about it?

Sure.

Look at this.

- Someone went to a lot of trouble. - Oh, not so much.

I just put out a few flowers

and the good silver and the candlesticks your mother bought us.

Would you like a mai tai before dinner?

And you made mai tais? Hold it, did you wreck the car?

Why would you think that?

You only make mai tais before giving me bad news.

That's silly.

Now drink your mai tai.

Where do you think you're going?

- Upstairs. - Not alone, you're not.

In fact, this is what's gonna happen right now:

You and I are gonna take a tour of this house

and you're gonna show me where you've been hiding your stash.

- There's no stash. I just... - And you know what?

Eli, put all that shit down because you have absolutely no reason to unpack.

You're going to rehab first thing in the morning.

Are you kidding? Rehab?

- Come on. - I want your wallet and your phone.

You are cut off.

No cash, no cards, no PayPal, no Venmo.

Do you understand?

I understand why you're upset.

You don't have to humiliate me in front of Jade too.

Wrong, you should be humiliated.

After what we went through last time,

the idea that you would even put us through this again...

- Eli, give it to me. - It's Lamar.

- He'll leave a message. - It could be about the script.

Just please let me take the call.

Fine.

Stay where I can see you.

Hey. Yeah.

Tay, look, I wanna help.

Just tell me what I can do.

How much?

- Just be with me. - Yeah.

Back me up. This is gonna be really hard, but it's the only way.

Hey, you got it, of course.

Yeah, yeah, okay.

What did Lamar say?

He... He was able to start a bidding war...

and he sold it for a lot more than we expected.

- How much more? - One-point-two.

- One-point-two...? - Million.

One-point-two million.

- Holy shit. - Yeah.

Oh, my God.

Oh, my God!

Are you serious?

Oh, my God, Eli, congratulations!

Oh, my God, thank you.

- Oh, my God! - Yes!

Honey, this is such great news, okay? Your career is back again.

This is all the more reason to get you to rehab.

You know what? I don't...

I don't think it's the best time for me right now.

Buddy, you don't really have a choice here.

I just sold a script for $1.2 million. I think I got a lot of fucking choices.

Eli, I am not gonna stand by and watch you kill yourself.

Oh, God, come on.

This is not like last time, all right? I'm in a completely better place now.

Eli, this is nonnegotiable!

- Taylor... - You know what?

You're so fucking desperate to control me, aren't you?

- Okay... - It's pathetic.

- This is the drugs talking. You know that. - No, no, no, it's not.

This is me, okay? I'm clear as a fucking bell right now,

and from now on, I make my own decisions.

Okay. Eli, well, here's one for you.

Either you go to rehab, or I walk out that fucking door!

- Whoa, hold on. Hold on. - Really? Really?

- Yeah. - You'll walk on out?

If you push me, yeah.

Okay, well, Taylor, you know, I really wish you wouldn't go,

but if you want to, that's your choice.

See, I would never force you to do anything.

Come on, Jade.

Jade.

I... I think maybe we shouldn't go.

You what?

Eli needs help.

I think maybe the best way to help him is to stay here and...

And, you know, just keep an eye on him.

- You're choosing him? - I'm choosing us. I'm choosing all of us.

Fuck you.

Fuck you both.

Yeah. I can't believe you made peach cobbler.

I know it's your favorite.

You must've been cooking since noon.

I didn't start all that early.

Well, thanks for this. It was a beautiful night.

You're welcome.

Aw, jeez, I knew it. Something's going on.

- Robert... - And you're calling me Robert?

Oh, this is gonna be bad, huh?

We definitely need to have a talk.

Oh, boy.

First, I just wanna say...

I love you so much.

And more importantly, I love us and the life we've had.

You're starting to scare me.

I'm scared too.

What's going on? What's wrong?

Please tell me.

Once I tell you...

everything is going to be different.

Oh, my God.

Are you sick?

Yes.

I'm sick.

Baby, what's wrong?

I have cancer.

Oh, my God.

Oh, my God.

Oh, my... Oh, my God.

Oh, nice flowers.

Are they from Hector?

How many men do you think I'm juggling?

Well, glad one of us is having a good day.

Oh, God, I look like a raccoon.

I cannot tell you what I've been through today.

I'm guessing you'll try.

You know the pin Tommy gave me? Well, it turns out the diamonds were real.

Naomi was furious because he cashed in one of his savings bonds to buy it.

Anyway, she decided he was on drugs.

Mr. Grove, how can I help you?

Well, I was with my friend and he... He spotted this thing on my back.

I mean, it's probably nothing, but he... He suggested I see a doctor.

You were right to come see me.

I am just relieved that Naomi didn't find out.

Anyway, before I left,

Tommy ran out and said something that I definitely need to talk to you about.

Oh, dear. Am I going to need more wine...? Oh!

Damn it.

- Oh, is it bad? Let me see? - No! No, no, no, sorry. Um...

It's... It's not deep. Um...

- Can you just get me a Band-Aid? - Of course.

So, what did Tommy say?

Well, he's going to Europe for the summer, and he wants me to join him.

I know it sounds crazy, but I thought it might be nice to spend time with him

and not have to sneak around. What do you think?

- You should go. - Really?

I mean, it's a hectic time, with Amy's wedding and the gallery...

Listen.

I have spent my entire life putting off things

that I thought there'd be time for later.

Open doors don't stay open forever.

So please...

go.

But you'll be okay?

I'll be delightful.

I'll bet.

Judging from those flowers, Hector must be smitten.