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- Sally? / Brad.
- Sally.

How you doing, old man?

Joanna, I have a matter
of great urgency.

How about we measure you
for some trousers?

Getting measured for pants...

That some kind of fetish?

Judge Marcia Hooper
was found murdered last night.

We were having an affair.

- What's going on?
- The police just arrested Scott Little.

- Who were the other suspects?
- He was the only viable one.

He was the only one
you considered at all.

- Maybe I should do it.
- You mean kill judge Hooper?

You gave the tape to the police
the afternoon of her death?

Well, I gave it to her husband.

I gotta ask you this question, judge.

Did you kill your wife?

He made her get that
restraining order against me.

Well, you are a peeping Tom.

Clearly she made you angry.

- She was drawn to me!
- You kill her, Lincoln?

Scott Little's father is on
the prosecution's witness list.

He was gratifying himself,
and I noticed on the bed...

- a picture.
- A picture of?

A naked woman.
It was his mother.

Scott was sexually attracted to his mother.

And when I saw the picture of the victim,

how much she looked like Barbara,

I realized that Scott was probably
carrying on the love affair

he'd always wanted to have
with his mother.

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I'm not in love with you.

How did you get a naked
picture of me, Scott?

You were sunbathing once by the pool.

You didn't know I was home.

And I photographed you.

- What happens now?
- What happens now?

You fill out your change-of-address forms!

I didn't kill her!

Oh, gee, there's some rage.

You shut up!

I am not making this up, folks.

The father in open court accuses the son
of being in love with the mother.

It actually made me
all tingly down there.

This sicko is dead to right.
My face is still warm.

I'm telling you,
it was better than sex. I mean...

Did she say it was better than sex?

Hope she didn't mean my sex.

I knew she was faking it.

Denny, did you...

Paul asked me to
repair relations with her.

So you had them?

Cheap, chubby sex in a witness room.

- Oh, my!
- Obviously I didn't satisfy her.

Denny, have you lost your mind?

What?

Nothing.

Denny, we're flamingoes.

Is something going on?

Mad cow.

It hasn't progressed in my brain,

but there are other symptoms,
be it blood pressure...

- it affects me.
- Affects you how?

I think I have mad penis.

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I needed that.

My god, your hair turned red.

Cute.

Where are you going?

I would so love to spend the night,
but I have to be in court super early.

- You're leaving?
- If you knew how much work I had...

Okay.

Can't you just lie here
and talk for a little bit?

Talk about what?

That was quite the bombshell
you dropped yesterday.

You hate your ex-wife, don't you?

Is "hate" too soft a word?

- Objection!
- I bet you'd do anything to get her.

Except lie.

And since nothing's more important
to Barbara Little than her son Scott.

He's also my son.

To get him convicted of murder...

Why would I punish Scott
for something that his mother...

Because he came along,
she stopped loving you.

She abandoned you.

That made you angry at her
and angry at him,

and this whole trial is your
opportunity to get even at both.

Objection! / That's ridiculous.
I love my son.

- So you want him in prison?
- No, in a hospital.

- With bars.
- Because he's sick.

In your mind or... / He has sexual
feelings for his own mother.

For god's sake, he's sick!

Mr. Schiller.

- You blame your ex-wife for that.
- Damn right I do.

She had to know!

You can't tell me this obsession grew
right under her nose without her seeing it,

and she did nothing to get him treatment.

She let it happen!

So if you could get your son treatment,
and avenge her at the same time...

This isn't about vengeance,
you disgusting cockroach!

Mr. Schiller!

That's what you get, Mr. Dirty mouth,
Mr. Lawyer man dirty pants!

Mr. Meyer, sit down,
or I will have you removed.

How dare you come here?

I just came to apologize.

You did no such thing.

You're here to enlist my good will,

try to mitigate the damage I'll
do to you in that courtroom.

Would you believe me
if I said I was sorry?

No. / Would you believe me if I said
I can't stop thinking about you,

and I came here to rip
all your clothes off

and make wild love to you
on your desk?

No.

- Zach...
- And don't call me that.

You and I are no longer
on familiar terms.

You are a doctor.

You cannot betray a patient
simply to be punitive against me.

You are much better than that.

You overestimate me.

Guilty, guilty, guilty.

Can you believe this?

They're selling them
outside the courthouse.

Ah, don't expect me to swallow that.

You ask me, I don't think
this Jeffrey Coho's all that hot.

Brad, you're threatened by him.

No, I'm not threatened.

It's just that everybody makes
him out to be this superstar,

and so far, I'm not seeing it.

Why do we even bother
to give them trials, folks?

Your heart's good, right?

You get yearly physicals?

You think you'd kill me?

It wouldn't look good on my resume.

Where are you going now?

I'm in trial, Alan.
I need to get back to the office.

Can't you just stay a little?

I'd love to.

But no.

Wait a second.

You want her to talk to you after?

Yes.

But that would make you the girl.

I don't even like
to talk to them before.

Exactly.

What's that supposed to mean?

Forget it.
Let's drink.

Drink and be numb.

Alan, after sex,

don't we want them to leave?

I guess I'm just used to being
the one who gets up first.

You know, it takes 20 minutes
for a woman's genital mucosa

to return to normal after climax.

Sally doesn't even
hang around that long.

I think there's some humiliation
on her part, being with me.

It doesn't feel good.

Sometimes when you get a dream
like that over and over,

you wonder if it's some kind
of message, you know?

A message from who?

I don't know.

Maybe God.

God?

Telling you what?

I don't know.

Maybe I should do it.
That maybe I should do it.

Do it?

You mean kill judge Hooper?

You felt the need
to reveal this session.

I did.

I became concerned that Mrs. Hooper's
life might be in danger,

so I took the extraordinary measure
of turning over the tape.

That's a particularly outrageous
thing for a therapist to do.

Well, the tape was made
with the patient's consent

and for my own use, of course.

I felt I had to make it public,
because I feared for Mrs. Hooper's life,

a fear that unfortunately
turned out to be justified.

Now on the tape,

he talked about how his loving
Mrs. Hooper might go against God.

Yes, it goes to the heart
of his infirmity,

which I believe borders on psychosis.

Objection!
That goes to confidential patient...

Overruled.
We have covered this.

Actually, your honor, what we
covered was the admission...

Mr. Coho, you may
cross-examine the doctor.

You may bring a motion
against him in civil court

if you feel he breached a duty
to your client.

But for this proceeding,
his testimony is allowed.

I ask you, sir, to take your seat.

Attaboy, judgie boy!

Mr. Meyer, your next interruption
lands you in a jail cell.

So dramatic.

You had mentioned a psychosis.

Scott, as the world now knows,

is sexually and emotionally
obsessed with his own mother.

That was mostly
what I was treating him for.

- Your honor...
- Overruled.

His relationship with Mrs. Hooper,
there were many similarities.

This was a powerful,
controlling woman.

Scott saw many things in her
that he saw in his own mother,

plus one huge advantage.

Which was? / He could achieve
sexual fruition with her.

In my opinion, he was, on some level,

making love with his own mother
when he was with Mrs. Hooper.

Unfortunately, he didn't
simply transfer his lust,

but also his anger,
his self-loathing, his rage,

the hatred he felt for himself
in loving his own mother.

And since Mrs. Hooper was a participant,
he hated her, too.

Now I wish I'd acted sooner.

We're dead.

If you were so worried
about Mrs. Hooper's safety,

why didn't you turn the video
over to the police?

I gave it to her husband.

Yes, you treat the victim's husband
judge Brian Hooper.

I do.

You also treated Mrs. Hooper, the victim
until there was a conflict.

- Correct.
- What was that conflict?

That's privileged.

Oh, suddenly you're
the beacon of privilege.

You told Claire Simms that Mr. and
Mrs. Hooper were having marital problems,

that he had anger towards her
because of her infidelity, didn't you?

I may have indicated that.

And yet, you turned the video
over to the angry husband,

instead of the police.

You're not concerned that you may
have given the angry husband the idea,

perhaps the perfect opportunity,
to kill his wife?

Objection.

Providing not only motive,
but an easy scapegoat, my client.

- Objection!
- Sustained.

You like to embellish,
don't you, doctor?

I do not embellish.

Oh, come on, the prospect
of being on the news...

My word of honor is one of
my most prized possessions.

Did Mrs. Hooper have a crush on you?

You told Claire Simms that.

Something about transference.

The victim had developed a crush on you.

Transference sometimes occurs.

Yeah, 'cause you're kind
of hard to resist, I bet.

Objection.

Did Gina Gershon have a thing for you?

You kissed her, right?

Well, I'm not really comfortable
gossiping about my...

You gossiped to Claire.

You kissed Gina Gershon.

Well, it was not a big deal.

It was to Gina.

Didn't you say she said it was
the best kiss of her life?

Well, I'm not sure
those were her exact words.

I have here a signed affidavit
from Gina Gershon,

marked and identified as exhibit F.

She said she's never met you.

Did that kiss just
completely blow her mind?

You've never even met
Gina Gershon, have you, doctor?

Perjury time, doc.

Have you ever met
or kissed Gina Gershon?

No.

Well, they actually fit quite...

beautifully.

Although I myself, might wanto take
the inseam in just a touch.

- Does that feel right?
- That feels wonderful.

And the waist feels...

Maybe we can let that out an inch.

Now cuffs or no cuffs?

I like it when you decide.

Can we sit?

So what's going on?

There's a girl, a lovely woman.

Young, fertile.

We have very rewarding sex.

And then she leaves.

- She leaves?
- Yes.

She just gets up,
and she's on her way.

Are you serious about this girl?

No.

I suppose I'm not serious
about her at all.

Still...

She's denying you
your post-coital moment.

I'm sure it means nothing.

She's very busy at work.

Well, it means you're not
content after sex, Alan.

You crave sexual praise from her.

And when she just jumps out of bed,

you feel rejected.

I don't think I so much
crave praise as...

I mean, I know I'm good.

They still didn't shake the gist
of Dr. Simon's testimony,

and the video spoke for itself.

You do not undo all that
with an affidavit from Gina Gershon,

who I've only seen play
a lesbian slut.

I mean, don't get me wrong.
Even I snuck into Showgirls.

Hey.

Hey.

Are you okay?

Yeah.

Tired.

You know...

you can only play
the hand you're dealt,

and from where I sit,

you have tried a great case.

Of course, there's always
the possibility that he's guilty.

- This is to make me feel better?
- Yes, it is.

I'm engaged.

Sorry.

I, um... sorry.

My hand is also engaged.

Denise, I...

how engaged are you?

Very.

A therapist?

She's willing to see us in my office,
so we wouldn't have to...

Why do we need to see somebody?

All we're doing is having sex,

and it seems to be good sex.

Yes, it goes to after.

After? What after?

You leave.

What do you mean?

When we're finished,
you just get up and leave.

I'm feeling some post-coital isolation.

How's the case going?

Tough. Right now,
I would settle for murder two.

How's Jeffrey Coho?

You know, as a lawyer,
is he good?

Yeah, he's pretty good.

Did you want something, Brad?

Oh, no.
No, I'm just checking in.

- Good luck.
- Thanks.

Oh, uh, have you and
Daniel Post set the date?

Uh, not yet, no.

How did the affair start, Scott?

One night she propositioned me.

I was terrified, but, uh...

Did you fall in love with her?

I suppose I did.

Mr. Meyer, he said he saw you two
through the window sometimes,

and he said that it
looked like "angry sex."

It wasn't angry.

It was very physical.

I could see how
it could look violent.

She, uh, preferred it like that.

- Violent?
- Physical.

She said her husband didn't,
you know, satisfy her.

She, uh...

wanted me to, uh...

she wasn't into gentle.

Did you know that this
Lincoln Meyer was watching you?

She told me about him,

how she had a restraining order
against him.

She thought he was sick,
a pedophile or something.

- Objection!
- Mr. Meyer!

The night of Mrs. Hooper's death,
you got there when?

- About 8.
- And then what happened?

We made love.

We never really did a lot of talking.
She just wanted sex.

Her husband testified that

he told her that day
of your dreams about killing her.

Well, if she knew, she certainly
didn't let on or take it seriously, because, uh...

- we just made love.
- And then?

And then I left sometime before 9.

Scott, we've heard
some pretty disturbing things

about your feelings for your mother.

That's why I was in treatment.

Dr. Simon feels you perhaps
transferred some of your feelings,

perhaps even aggression
for your mother to Mrs. Hooper.

I probably did.

They were both dominant women,
and I felt tremendous guilt.

It made me think that my love
for Mrs. Hooper could be just as evil,

or I should say wrong,
as my love for my mother.

And here it was much worse.

I was actually making love
to Mrs. Hooper.

You dreamt of killing her,

and you thought maybe God
was telling you to kill her?

I had a lot self-loathing
over all of this.

It likely made me hate her
on an unconscious level,

but I would never act on...

I'm not a violent person.

I've never been violent toward anyone.

- You weren't violent that night?
- No.

I made love to her, and I left.

I did not kill her.

You testified that you were
"probably" in love with Mrs. Hooper.

You told the police that you weren't.
You lied.

I was worried about looking suspicious.

- You lied.
- On that.

I told the truth
about everything else.

The police asked you for the clothes
you were wearing that night.

You said you got home and just
threw them all in the laundry.

I did.

You got home around 9 or so,
and you did laundry?

I didn't want my mother
to smell a woman's perfume or...

Did your mother know about this affair?

I told her it was over.

- You lied to her?
- About this, yes.

Have any close friends?

Have any close friends, Scott?

I don't have any close friends.

You're a loner whose only
relationship at all,

as far as I can see, is a violent,
sexual one with a dominant woman

who you had dreams of killing,

who reminds you of your mother,
who you're in love with.

- Objection.
- Overruled.

- I didn't kill her.
- Are you lying right now?

- No.
- You look like you're lying.

I didn't kill her!

Thank you.

"I didn't kill her.
I didn't kill her."

Auntie em, come back!
Auntie em, come back!

Oh, please!

I'm telling you...

What...

Is Denny Crane good for anything?
I thought we...

This is not a time to panic, Jeffrey.

What, are you kidding?

Our jury consultants said they didn't
believe Scott on the stand,

the press is convicting him,
and we're down to our final witness.

I'd say it's the perfect time to panic.

Where is she?

Hello.

Could you excuse me, please?

Have we met?

- No.
- Would you like to meet?

Barbara, we need to prep your testimony.

Uh, this man is hitting on me.

Jeffrey's waiting for you
in his office.

What is wrong with you?

If you must know, I've come down with
a slight bout of sexual insecurity.

Why I'm sharing this with you,
I have no idea.

Perhaps I feel a connection.

Let me just bite...

something.

You admit your bias.

Don't be dodgy about that.
Of course you're biased.

Okay.

Other than that, be as generous
as possible and convincing.

If you can't persuade the jury
that you were home with him at 9:30...

What are our chances?

Honestly.

They're not good.

Do you have children, Mr. Coho?

One.

She lives with her mother.

And I'll bet when she was born

you made a vow to yourself to never
let anything bad happen to her.

I so protected Scott,

homeschooled him all the way
through high school,

and nothing bad ever did happen to him.

But no matter what,

we can't protect them.

You need to save my son, Mr. Coho.

You need to save my son.

Tell her.

When you just jump up and leave, it...

it makes me feel cheap,
devalued, skanky.

Come on, it's hilarious!

We're actually talking to a therapist
because I pop out of bed too fast.

Yes, but when we were together
a year or so ago,

you always used to roll over
and go to sleep after.

What?

Like a log.

What was I supposed to do?
It was nighttime.

Are you perhaps ashamed
of having relations with Alan

because you perceive him
to be skanky?

It was somewhere between 9:15
and 9:30 when he returned.

- You're positive?
- Completely.

We watch television together.

And you never saw him leave
the house after he came home?

No.

Were you able to observe his demeanor
when he got home that night?

Yes, he seemed fine.

If anything, he was upbeat.

He didn't look shaken or...

Not at all.

And he is not a stoic person.

When he's upset, it shows.

- For example?
- For example,

when he saw on the news
that Mrs. Hooper had been killed,

he had an immediate panic attack.

He is extremely prone to anxiety

and not at all capable
of concealing it.

Now you're his mother.

Yes. And I am biased, of course,

but that doesn't change the truth

that he came home
between 9:15 and 9:30,

and he did not go out again.

Did you see him do laundry
when he got home?

He may have done laundry.

You didn't really keep track of him?

I know he didn't leave the house.

You son is your life,
isn't he, Ms. Little?

I love my son, like any parent.

And the idea of him
going to prison,

oh, boy, I bet you would do
almost anything to prevent that.

I've admitted my bias,
but I am telling the truth.

Somebody killed Marcia Hooper.
Who...

Did you question all the men
she was sleeping with?

We did, thank you.

When the police first questioned you,

you denied having any knowledge
of Scott's affair with the victim.

That was a lie, wasn't it?

I am not lying now.

You lied then because you didn't
want to implicate him,

just like you're lying right now.

- I'm not lying.
- Objection.

At your custody proceeding,

you accused that man right there
of molesting Scott, did you not?

You later admitted to the court
that that was a lie.

First of all,
that was 20 years ago or so.

Why'd you lie to the court, Ms. Little?

I felt it was in Scott's best interest
for me to have full custody.

And you would do almost anything
to protect him,

even commit perjury.

I am not lying now.

Yes, we have your word on that.

Nothing further.

Mr. Coho, anything on redirect?

Mr. Coho?

Mr. Coho?

Ms. Little...

have you been lying to protect Scott?

No. / According to your ex-husband
Mr. Schiller,

you had to know
Scott was in love with you.

He's wrong.

He says you let it happen.

Have you known all along that your son
has sexual feelings for you?

No!

Have you done anything to cultivate
Scott's physical interest in you?

I beg your pardon?

What is he doing?

- Do you date, Ms. Little?
- What's going on here?

What's going on is I'm suddenly wondering
if this love affair was mutual.

Have you been on a date with a man
in say, the last six years?

What are you suggesting, Mr. Coho?

Are you in love with your son?

No!

Have you had sex with your son?

- Did you tell him that, Scott?
- Do not address the defendant.

- Scott!
- Ms. Little!

I think the question needs
to be asked.

Did you leave the house
that night, Ms. Little?

The same car would leave
the same tire tracks.

You'd also have
the garage clicker to get in.

Did you go to Marcia Hooper's house
after perhaps realizing

that Scott had not broken off
the affair as he said he had?

Oh, you gotta be kidding me.

It would certainly explain why the house
was found entirely free of prints,

not knowing what Scott had touched,
not wanting him to go to jail,

you went through everything.

What do you think you're doing?

Your husband once overheard you
arguing with Scott.

You were crazed at the idea that
Scott was in love with Marcia Hooper.

I didn't kill Marcia Hooper.

Oh, I'm sure you didn't mean to.

You probably drove over there
to confront her,

got into an argument
and in a fit of anger,

picked up the statuette
and swung.

Is that what happened, Barbara?

Is that what happened?

I want an attorney.

You want an attorney?

I have a Fifth Amendment right
not to answer these ridiculous questions,

and I want an attorney!

Your son was trying to break away
from you with another woman.

You wouldn't stand for it!

I want an attorney.

Well, what do you know?

You staged that.

You and Barbara conspired to put on
that little one-act play.

I don't know
what you're talking about.

Were you in on it?

Why didn't you tell me in advance
that you planned to cross?

- It just came to me.
- It just came to you?

Wow, wow!
So in addition to risking disbarment,

you may have just guaranteed
his conviction!

If I can see through it, Jeffrey,
you know the jury can.

They don't have
your far-fetched imagination.

You've just committed
a fraud on the court!

I've done no such thing,
but if I had,

you should be glad I didn't tell you,
since you'd be obligated to tell.

You'd better hope the jury
is more gullible than I am.

All I need is one.

Did anybody fall for that?

First he said the husband did it.

Then it was all those other men
she was having an affair with.

Then, I can't be sure,

but I think he actually seemed
to accuse the father,

at least briefly.

Oh, and let's not forget
Lincoln Meyer, the neighbor.

He wanted you to think
that he was the killer.

And then finally,

in the most desperate and most
transparent attempt of all,

he goes after Scott's mother.

And she played along perfectly,
didn't she?

"I want an attorney."

"I assert my Fifth Amendment right."

Gee, that ought to give them all
reasonable doubt.

The evidence, all of it,

points to one person
being in the house,

the defendant, a sick, twisted
psychologically infirm young man

loaded with anger, self-loathing.

He confessed to his therapist
he had compulsions of killing her.

Gee, I wonder who could have done it.

If any of you were fooled by the defense
lawyer's ridiculous Perry Mason theatrics,

then shame on you.

Shame on you?

How about shame on the police for
investigating nobody else but Scott Little?

As soon as they saw a video
of Scott talking about killing Marcia Hooper,

it was cased close for them.

Could they not have looked
at the husband?

He had motive.
He was there.

He has no real alibi.
He made no attempt to save her.

Could they not have looked
at Lincoln Meyer,

the card-carrying nut job
from next door?

He was obsessed with Marcia Hooper.

She had to get a restraining
order to keep him away.

His flowers were found in the room
where she was murdered.

And yes, Barbara Little.

Let's face it. Love obsessions
rarely occur in a vacuum.

Could she not have loved him
just as much?

Her whole life is her son.

The idea of him falling into
the clutches of another woman...

Why was that house so clean of prints?

The killer will typically wipe clean
just what he or she has touched.

But if she didn't know what
Scott had previously touched,

she would have cleaned everything.

How can any of us be sure here?

As for physical evidence,
the only thing the prosecution can establish

is that Scott Little made love
to Marcia Hooper the night of the murder.

Well, he told them that.

He came forward
as innocent people tend to do,

and volunteered the information.

And the only reason they arrested him,

was because of a video and an opinion
proffered by an eccentric therapist

who runs around telling people
he's kissed movie stars he's never even met.

This case can't turn on his credibility.

Talk about reasonable doubt.

Reasonable doubt.

Come on, it could have been him,

could have been him,

could have been her.

This whole case screams
"reasonable doubt,"

which is typically the case
when the police don't investigate.

Oh, my god.

That was amazing.

Yeah, you're a different girl.

Wow.

That's all I have to say.

Ladies and gentlemen,
before we read the verdict,

I will caution everyone
in this room to maintain order.

The defendant will please rise.

Mr. Foreman, the jury's
verdict is unanimous?

Yes, your honor.

In the matter of the commonwealth
vs. Scott Little,

on the charge of murder
in the first degree,

we the jury find the defendant
Scott Little

not guilty.

On the charge of murder
in the second degree,

we the jury find the defendant
Scott Little

not guilty.

Ladies and gentlemen of the jury,
this completes your service.

I can't believe it.

- It's over?
- It's over.

Thank you.
No comment just yet.

Thank you.

Just give us a minute. Thanks.

Thank you.

I don't know what to say.

Well, we need to say something,

or the media will be camped
where we live.

You okay?

Yeah.

Thank you.

Let's get this over with.

Okay, hear all, people.

Back off.

Please, back off.

Are you okay, honey?

Yeah.
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Mom, how did he know?

He knows nothing, baby.

As far as Mr. Coho is concerned,
it was all a tactic.

He has no idea.

But what if they arrest you now?

There's no evidence to arrest me.

And you know,
if they ever did convict you,

I would have come forward
with the truth. You do know that.

You are all I have,

and I love you.

I love you, too.

You ready?

Ready.

Let's get out of dodge.

I'm sure you all have
lots of questions,

and I want to try
to get to everybody...

She dumped you?

Well, I think we're looking
for different things.

What are you looking for,
a serious relationship?

Don't be silly.
I'm already involved with you.

You're damn right.

I just don't like my sex
be empty, Denny.

- I need intimacy, at least.
- Me, too.

That's why I have Shirley Schmidtho.

I hit on Barbara Little,
the client's mother,

then Denise.
My insecurity is rampant.

We're, we're sensitive men.

Alan, that's who we are.

We're needy people.

Do you think we could get your therapist
to measure me for trousers?

I need more room.

Oh, don't expect me to go for that.

Sometimes the depth of your sensitivity,
well, let's just say...

- I reach new depths.
- You do.

How are things going with Bethany?

Three dates.

Big one coming up.

You think she'd be upset if she
discovered Gracie Jane in your pants?

No idea.

- Not a chance.
- Oh, yes.

- Don't lie to me.
- Scout's honor.

I am not looking down.

But you must.

Guilty, guilty, guilty.

I don't date disgusting, vile pigs!

In the doghouse again.

I gotta get that woman
a pair of squeaky shoes.

You want to go after her?

In time.

She's got to learn
not to interrupt my special time.

To special times and new depths.

- My needy friend.
- Indeed.

Want to pull my string?

Maybe later.

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