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Hey, Mr. Weeks.

How's this download
interface coming, Sai?

It's not terribly elegant.

Let me try something.

Look at this.

You see?

Much more seductive.

Much less for the user to think about.

Cleaning those for me?

Hey.

What are you doing here?

I need your help.

This thing isn't working,
see, I keep calling

and texting my boyfriend,
but he just doesn't answer.

Maybe it's not your phone.

Maybe it's your boyfriend.

Maybe is doing it on purpose.

Maybe he just...

finds you too damn distracting.

So he's ignoring my calls and texts?

He's ignoring his phone, not you.

Why don't we, um, step into my office

and we can hash this out?

You all right?

I'm a bit... breathless.

Mission accomplished.

Actually... Chest pain.

Mmm. I think I should take
a nitroglycerin tablet.

Top drawer, right-hand side.

Sexy, huh?

A little romance,

nitroglycerin to open up
the blood vessels.

What do you want
with an old bastard like me?

I'm not gonna marry you.

Good.

'Cause I'm not gonna marry you.

I'm just gonna love you to death.

Now get out of here
so I can get some work done.

Promise me.

You won't work all night?

Okay.

I promise.

But don't wait up.

Surf's up.

Do me a favor, remind me to book airfare

for Diana this weekend,
round-trip, Houston to JFK.

- Will do.
- We all set for our meeting at 10:00?

Kevin Weeks is waiting
in the conference room

and Benny is waiting in your office.

My office?

Are you telling me the...

the surviving brother

of the late founder of Weeks Dynamic,

the second-largest technology company
in the world,

is sitting alone in the conference room?

While Benny sits in my office?

These people were very
specific on the phone.

They want to hire us to
represent them in court.

I am not a lawyer.

Fine. Here. I will go straight
to the conference room

and do me a favor, tell Clarence Darrow

the pleasure of his company would be

much appreciated in this meeting.

You should go see Benny first.

I'll go sit with Mr. Weeks,

then I will get Diana's ticket,

but you should go see Benny first.

Benny.

I'm not sure what's going on, but...

we got a big deal, big money client

sitting all by himself
in the conference room.

My dad died this morning.

Died in his sleep.

I just got the call 20 minutes ago.

Diego.

Yeah, I just...

just needed a couple
of minutes in private.

Pull myself together.

I know all about the Weeks meeting;

I'll be right in there.

No... Benny.

Go home, Benny.

I'll handle this.

Dr. Bull.

Uh, this is Kevin Weeks.

- Mr. Weeks.
- My deepest condolences.

Unfortunately, our principal attorney,

Mr. Benjamin Colón, couldn't
be with us this morning.

So I have asked Chunk Palmer,

an attorney we work with quite a bit,

and his co-counsel
Taylor Rentzel to sit in

with us during this meeting.

I'm just gonna go take care
of that other little thing.

When my older brother died last week,

I was shocked.

But not surprised.

We didn't talk about it
outside of the family,

but he had a heart condition
that he discovered

shortly after he turned 40.

I remember thinking at the time,

uh, "What is it about...

"these visionaries that...

so many of them
seem to leave us so early?"

Is that the trade-off

for getting to be someone
who changes the world?

I won't lie.

Uh...

Holding together a company
that always seemed

to have the next great idea
is quite daunting

when the idea guy has left the building.

What is it we can do for you, Mr. Weeks?

I received a call from my brother's

primary care physician the other night.

He had received a call from the hospital

that treated my brother
after they found him

unconscious in his office.

Turns out, my brother did not
die... of heart failure.

He died of a nitroglycerin overdose.

Obviously, this information
has not been made public yet.

I don't understand,
how can we be of help?

The treatment plan my brother followed

only called for him to take nitroglycerin

with the onset of angina or chest pains.

He did not take it on a daily basis.

Sometimes months or weeks would go by

and he would not take it.

The point being?

That m... my brother lost his life...

...because his cardiologist
apparently prescribed

a lethal dosage of this drug.

But isn't it possible
he simply took too much?

More pills than he should have?

My brother was a famously
fastidious person,

especially about his health.

He followed instructions,
particularly medical instructions,

to the letter.

And he was a world-class germophobe.

There is no chance in hell

that he took more of this drug
than he was directed to.

That's gonna be difficult to prove.

That's why I'm here.

I want to sue this doctor.

I want to put him out of business.

I want to make sure he never does
this to anyone else ever again.

And I know I'll need some great lawyering

and a sympathetic jury to help me do that

and those are the two things
you people specialize in.

Aren't they?

Take this case.

That is a $1 million retainer
to get you started.

Just let me know when
you burn through that

and I'll send more your way.

Thank you for your time,
I'll let myself out.

Boy, that is some fierce kind of grief.

Think we're gonna take the case?

For what it's worth, I vote yes.

I like being a lawyer.

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I don't like funerals.

Are you one of those people who wants to

talk to take your mind off
of what's going on

or are you one of those people who...

just likes to be left
to their own thoughts

in a moment like this,
'cause I can go either way.

What do you want to talk about?

I don't know.

Your dad?

I don't really have much
to say about my dad;

it hasn't sunk in yet.

You know what has sunk in?

There's just my sister.

No mom, no dad, just my sister.

Just starting to feel lonely.

I don't know how you do it by yourself.

I have you, sir.

And you have me.

So it turns out,

the front and back of Mr. Weeks' hands

were saturated in extremely high levels

of a nitroglycerin ointment.

I believe it was that,
in combination with

the nitroglycerin pill
that he took that night

that proved fatal.

Well, this is the first
time hearing about

nitroglycerin ointment.

Well, some people do take their nitro

in ointment form.

Was this something that was prescribed?

That's part of what took so long.

I needed to confer with Mr. Weeks's MD

and the answer is no.

Wait a second, I'm confused.

Was he self-medicating?

I honestly don't think so.

There was no reason for him
to be using that ointment,

certainly not all over
the front and back of his hands,

let alone in such a lethal amount.

So what are you saying?
What's your official finding?

My official finding
is this was a homicide.

You know, Izzy's going to be here.

Well, I assumed as much.

Don't worry; I'll keep my distance.

Ah, it's not necessary.

It's my sister.

She's very fond of you,
always asks about you.

Was married to you, for goodness's sake.

Be that as it may.

Besides, isn't she gonna be
with her new husband?

Nah, actually, I don't think so.

Something going on there.

I keep my nose out of it.

Oh, Izzy.

I'm so sorry.

Uh...

- Bull?
- Go into my office.

Are you all right? You sound strange.

It's been a strange morning.

Well, I can't wait to hear.

So, who starts?

You do. And take your time;
the sooner you're done

the sooner I have to
go back out and mingle.

Well, let's start with the easy stuff.

Diane is all set.

I went ahead and booked the tickets

and the cars.

She's gonna be here Saturday morning

and she sounds
pretty damned excited to me.

Excellent, I'm counting the hours.

What else you got?

Well, the big bulletin is:

the results from
the independent autopsy are in.

And while everybody is certain
it was nitroglycerin

that killed Mr. Weeks, it seems

pretty unlikely it was his doctor.

Ah-ha.

Does our client know?

Well, I was waiting to tell you.

Well, have Chunk see if he can set up

an emergency meeting with him today

to bring him up to speed.

Next?

You're up.

I saw Izzy at the funeral.

Well, that couldn't have been a surprise.

She looked so...

fragile.

That couldn't have been
a surprise, either.

I didn't know what to do.

I didn't do any of it very well.

What did you want to do?

I wanted to save her.

I've always wanted to save her.

I got to go.

Dr. Bull extends his apologies

for not being here personally,

but we, too, had a death in our family.

Mr. Colón, our principal
attorney, and the man who

will be calling all the shots
for your case should it

go to court, um,
he lost his father this week.

Sorry.

And thank you for coming to us.

No thanks necessary. I prefer it.

I have a very dispirited
company on my hands.

Our stock is cratering,
our sales are suffering.

So, any excuse to get out.

Well, we have some news.

We conducted a second independent autopsy

on your late brother
and he definitely died

of a nitroglycerin overdose.

But the overdose had nothing to do

with the pills he was taking.

Excuse me?

We don't think
your brother's cardiologist

was involved at all.

Is there a chance that you could give us

a list of those close to him?

We'd like to do some research,
see if we can find someone

who might have had a motive to do this.

One last thing, were you ever aware

that your brother was using this

nitroglycerin ointment on his hands?

On his hands?

No.

Like I told you, James was a germophobe.

A world-class germophobe.

Only thing he ever put
on his hands was sanitizer.

He put it on by the boatload.

Good morning, Izzy's voice mail.

I was thinking maybe we should talk.

I left a voice mail for you last night,

but you never got back to me,

which I completely understand, I just...

It is a new day.

The sun is out,
I would love to hear your voice.

I hope you're okay.

And one other thing, I'm hoping that...

you didn't say anything to Benny
about what happened.

And if you did say something to Benny,

I'm hoping you will...

call me and let me know.

Which is not why I'm calling.

Crap.

Just call me, will you?

We were married.

I mean, she's the
girlfriend, she's not in the will,

she's only known him six or seven months.

So there's no apparent motive,

but the deeper I dig,
the weirder it gets.

And his girlfriend, this
Carolyn, she's on her way over?

Within the hour.

Carolyn Kelly?

And you are?

Dr. Jason Bull.

I think the more tantalizing question is,

and you are...?

The only reason I ask is

this lady, Alice Hatcher,

she married her high school sweetheart.

In Buffalo, New York.

He became a long haul trucker.

Left their home one night
in the middle of a blizzard

to drive a truck
full of mattresses to Chicago.

Apparently he had drugs in his system,

which surprised his friends because

none of them ever knew him to use drugs.

One of them even suggested that the drugs

might have been hidden
in something he ate or drank.

I guess we'll never know.

Slid off an overpass,
went over a guardrail,

fell 35 feet to the highway below.

42 feet.

I became a widow at 22.

Worst day of my life.

I'm sure it was.

So here's a fascinating tidbit:

the trucker who,
according to his friends,

loved his wife with
every fiber of his being

and made $30,000 a year,

had a life insurance policy
worth $2 million.

Which of these things
is not like the other?

And Alice...

Me.

Was the sole beneficiary.

Now, this lady...

sure looks like you.

But her name is Brenda McConnell.

And her hair is...

That's me.

You know, all you had to do was ask.

I changed my name because

I suddenly came into a lot of money

and I didn't want the lowlifes

from high school to look me up,

track me down and try and figure
out some way of getting some.

Hmm. Makes perfect sense.

Change your hair color,
change your hometown.

You met your second husband

in San Francisco
seven years ago, a lovely man.

Had a trust fund worth over $20 million.

Sadly, was an insulin-dependant diabetic

who... somehow, despite having

cared for himself without
incident his entire life

injected five times
more insulin than needed

and died shortly thereafter,
leaving Brenda...

Me.

...a very wealthy widow.

Again.

Second-worst day of my life.

- I can only imagine.
- Which brings us to...

Carolyn.

That's me.

And the death of James Weeks.

Third-worst day of my life.

Don't take this the wrong way,
but I'm starting to sense

you're a very unlucky lady to be around.

Are you implying I had something
to do with James's death?

No, I'm flat-out stating it.

I just got off the phone
with Kevin Weeks,

your late boyfriend's brother.

He has asked us to file suit
on his behalf

against you, Carolyn Kelly.

AKA Brenda McConnell, AKA Alice Hatcher,

for wrongful death,

intentional infliction
of emotional distress,

battery and tortious interference.

Whew. That's a mouthful.

And we're gonna keep your tab open,

just in case we come
across any other goodies

as we continue to investigate.

You have been served.

Based on what?

Let's just say for the moment
I'm playing a hunch.

And here's another one:

you should get yourself a lawyer.

Come on, admit it.

Fourth-worst day of your life?

He doesn't live here anymore.

First time in the big city, fella?

Hey.

If I wanted some smart-ass banter,

I'd just go home and talk to myself.

Someone's in an excellent mood.

How many times are you allowed
to leave a message

without getting an answer before you move

from concerned acquaintance
to potential predator?

Give me a time frame.

36 hours or so.

And how many calls or texts?

I'd rather not say.

You should just drop everything

and register as a sex offender right now.

Hmm.

Diana?

I'd rather not talk about it.

And this can't be what
you came in here to discuss.

No, but this is so much better.

You win. Wanted to tell you Danny called.

All the hand sanitizer

in James Weeks' office is long gone.

Oh. No doubt our girl swooped in there

and made sure
she left no evidence behind.

But Danny did find a bottle in
his locker at the company gym.

She dropped it off for testing,

and we should know something by morning.

So, if Diana's not taking your calls,

should I... perhaps cancel her flight?

Yeah, you probably should.

I probably should.

I'll call her.

And it's Izzy
who's not returning my calls.

Oh, my.

I'll call Diana.

Forget I said anything.

And after testing
the bottle of hand sanitizer

found in Mr. Weeks's gym
locker, what did you find?

That it contained an extraordinarily high

concentration of nitroglycerin ointment.

And in your expert opinion, Doctor,

is there any medical basis
upon which to believe

that perhaps Mr. Weeks himself

might have mixed this ointment
into his hand sanitizer?

No, none whatsoever.

For one thing,
Mr. Weeks was under the care

of one of the city's
finest cardiologists.

For another, his prescription
was for pills, not ointment.

And thirdly, his prescription
clearly indicated

that he was only to use the drug
upon the onset of symptoms,

not as an ongoing course of treatment.

And another thing

that strongly suggests that Mr. Weeks

had no idea the hand sanitizer

he was using was tainted

is that those who do use
nitroglycerin ointment

know full well that it is not meant

to be massaged into the skin.

Vigorously rubbing it all over

your hands, as one does with sanitizer,

would significantly increase the potency

of an already potent drug,

a drug that must be precisely dosed

in order to be helpful and not harmful.

So, based on the concentration
of nitroglycerin

found in the hand sanitizer
and the manner of application,

how many squirts of sanitizer
would it take

to cause heart failure for a man
in James Weeks's condition?

In combination with one of his pills?

Just one.

Thank you, Dr. Barnes.

No further questions, Your Honor.

Good morning, Doctor.

Just for the record,

the Medical Examiner
for the City of New York

ruled James Weeks's death an accident.

Isn't that correct?

That's correct.

And you don't have the authority

to overrule that finding,

do you, Dr. Barnes?

It's not a question of overruling.

I was asked to formulate my own
independent scientific opinion.

Which I did, based on an examination

that was significantly more thorough.

And again, for the record,

the plaintiff and his lawyers paid you

a generous sum to formulate this opinion.

Isn't that right, Dr. Barnes?

Yes. Just as I'm sure your client

is paying you handsomely

to ask me these questions.

Now, in the interest of being thorough

and to be doubly sure
that the Weeks family

gets absolutely everything
they paid you for,

did you find any evidence of any kind

to indicate that Carolyn
Kelly is the person

who mixed this deadly nitroglycerin

into James Weeks's sanitizer?

No, I didn't.

No further questions, Your Honor.

Izzy.

I heard you don't drink anymore.

Well, don't believe everything you hear.

You remember where Glassman's is?

Want to meet me there tomorrow at 8:00?

I'd like that a lot, actually.

Great. Now stop calling me.

I have to be honest with you.

I don't know what to do with this.

There's no evidence. There's no nothing.

The most damning thing
about her is that...

it appears she's done
this two other times

to two other men,

but we can't even bring that up in court.

Why not?

Well, to begin with,
she was never charged.

And even if she had been charged,

the court would almost
always disallow it.

But why?

Relevant evidence

is evidence tending to prove or disprove

that someone did something.

But it... The fact that
they did it in the past

doesn't actually prove that
they did it in the present.

If only we could prove
that it was Carolyn

who put that stuff in the hand sanitizer.

By tomorrow, when we
basically have to rest our case

because other than the accused,
we have no other witnesses.

So... that's it?

We're done?

Is this woman some kind
of criminal mastermind?

I mean, all of us,
all of this technology...

and we still can't prove anything?

We still don't even know why she did it.

She kills for money.

Why can't we find the money?

I was reading in the paper this morning

about all the people losing their shirts

because of Weeks Dynamic stock
going into the toilet.

Well, hey, well, the world believes

that without James, there
is no Weeks Dynamic.

And they're probably right.

What did his brother say
that day he came in here?

"Holding together a company

"that always seemed to have
the next great idea

is really hard when the idea guy
has left the building."

Wait, wait.

What is that old expression?

"For everybody who makes money
in the stock market,

someone has to lose."

I never understood that.

My ex-husband.

He's a stockbroker. He understands it.

It's the only thing
he ever wanted to talk about.

The thousands of ways
he could make you money.

Taylor...

there's a free piece of pizza

in it for you if you will call him

and ask him two questions for me.

One: so, if everybody in the world

loses money when James Weeks dies,

who makes money?

And two: what would it have been worth

if someone knew exactly when
he was going to die?

Um... I'll try.

I'll call him.
I don't know if I'll get him.

It's okay. I'm here all night.

He sometimes doesn't want to speak to me

if it's not about our son.

Make it about your son.

Do you mind if I use the conference room?

Use anything you want.

Uh...

Yes? Can I get you anything?

Can I bring you anything?

A motive?

Psst! Hey.

What are you so happy about?

This has all the makings
of a pretty horrible day.

I got the world on a string.

I got three hours of sleep.
I got a hot date tonight,

and I know what that black widow
did and how she did it.

If you're messing with me,
this is so cruel.

And I think I have a way we can
talk about her first two victims

without the judge
throwing the book at us.

Good morning, Ms. Kelly.

I know you've been through
a lot, so I'll try to...

get this over with as quickly
and painlessly as I can.

Thank you.

Now, if I can, I'd like to go back

24 years to the death
of your first husband.

Objection.

Relevance?

In fact, may we approach the bench?

You read my mind.

How red is it?

It's like a forest fire in here.

All red. No green.

Your Honor, I think we all know

what this man is trying to do here.

Allow me, please.

Mr. Colón...

I know all about this woman's
two previous marriages.

And I know all about her
husbands meeting untimely ends.

But as you well know,

none of that
can be considered admissible.

And none of that is actually relevant.

Your Honor, if you'll allow me,

I did not ask the question as an avenue

to explore how her husbands may have died

or her possible involvement
in those deaths.

I'm simply going down another road here.

And if you'll just give me
a little room...

Fine, Mr. Colón.

But the operative word here is "little."

And you don't want to push me.

Not I. Not ever.

Proceed.

As I was saying...

after your first husband died

in that horrible traffic accident,

you went back to school, didn't you?

Yes.

And what was it that you studied?

Personal finance.

Personal finance, okay.

Any particular reason you chose
to study personal finance?

I-I'm guessing
it's because you were young

and you didn't have
much experience with money.

I believe your husband
had some life insurance.

Objection again.
What does this have to do

with Mr. Weeks' death?

The ice is getting paper-thin

where you're standing, Mr. Colón.

And the sun is coming out,
and the temperature is rising.

Am I being clear?

Crystal clear.

Thank you.

So, again,

why did you choose
to study personal finance?

It's very much what you said.

My husband died unexpectedly.

Thankfully,
he had quite a bit of insurance,

and I needed to find ways

to make that money last
as long as possible.

That makes perfect sense.

Now, in the course of your studies,

I'm sure you spent some time
learning about the stock market.

It was part of the curriculum, yes.

And just to get the obvious
question out of the way,

do you own any stock in Weeks Dynamic?

No.

Not a single share, not ever.

James kept encouraging me to invest.

I think he thought
it would secure my future,

but... it made me uncomfortable.

Well, that's very admirable.

Yeah, Bull, I don't see
where you're going here,

and neither does the jury.

Just remember what the young
doctor said to his mother

when she asked
what he wanted for Christmas.

Patience.

Do you know anything
about "shorting stocks"?

"Shorting stocks."
Are you familiar with that?

I've certainly heard of it.

I'm sure in the course
of the four years at school

we talked about it, but...

honestly, I...
I don't remember very much.

So if I asked you
to explain it to the jury,

you... couldn't or wouldn't?

I haven't been to college
in over a decade.

Ah. Well, that's funny.

Because according to my notes,
you took a course

in "Alternative Earning Strategies

for the Stock Market."

"Shorting."

Wouldn't you consider that
an alternative earning strategy?

I suppose you might.

- Your Honor!
- What, Counsel?

He's heading down a road, and
I'm sensing we're almost there.

Are we almost there, Mr. Colón?

Oh, we are, Your Honor.

Great. Continue, then.

Thank you.

Now, as I understand it,
this... "shorting" stuff,

you could make a lot of money doing it.

You just...

have to know some things

and be willing to take some risks, right?

- In theory, I guess.
- Okay.

So, help me understand.

Say there's a really successful stock.

Say... Weeks Dynamic,
prior to your boyfriend's death,

just as a hypothetical.

Objection!

Overruled.

Let's say it's going

for a hundred dollars a
share, and someone wanted

to short it... they would call a broker

and make a deal to what?

Borrow, not buy, say...

a hundred thousand shares?

- That sound about right?
- Objection!

Calls for facts not in evidence.

It's a hypothetical, Your Honor.

The jury understands that.

The witness studied personal finance.

I'm simply asking her
to use her expertise

to help us understand a business concept

we might otherwise not be familiar with.

The witness will answer the question.

It seems to make sense so far.

Great! So now that
we've borrowed these shares

at a hundred dollars apiece,
we have to turn around

and sell those shares at a hundred,

a hundred and one, a hundred and two,

a hundred and three...
isn't that correct?

I believe that's the idea.

No, but wait...
we don't actually own them.

So now we've got to make good

to the person we borrowed them from.

Right?

Of course.

What if...

what if they were worth a lot less

than when you borrowed them
five days earlier?

What if, as fate would have it,

the head of the company
suddenly passed away?

I'm sorry, what is the question?

Did you short 40,000 shares
of Weeks stock

during the five days
prior to James Weeks's death?

I don't care what anyone says,

him doing that, it never gets old.

Your Honor, the plaintiff
would like to enter into evidence...

this collection of paperwork

initiated by the defendant

to create a string of shell companies

for the sole purpose

of disguising Ms. Kelly's transactions

as related to the
shorting of Weeks stock.

There's still
some connective tissue missing,

but I think the evidence

makes the defendant's intent
abundantly clear.

- Your Honor! Objection!
- Ms. Garfield,

you will have your chance
to cross-examine.

Objection overruled.

Now...

according to the employees
at Weeks Dynamic,

on the night of James Weeks's death,

you spent an hour with him...

behind closed doors in his office.

Isn't that true?

If they say so.

And wasn't the purpose
of that visit, that time

behind closed doors,

to get your boyfriend physically excited?

Physically taxed enough
to trigger chest pains

so he would... take his pill?

And knowing what a germophobe
he was, top it off

with some of your specially
formulated hand sanitizer?

Isn't that why the paramedics
found James Weeks naked?

Come on, Marissa, we're giving 'em sex,

we're giving 'em violence...
you can't tell me

that jury's still all red.

I... Sorry,
I got so engrossed in listening,

I forgot to say anything.

Looks like a freshly mowed lawn in here.

The witness will answer the question.

I'd like to plead the fifth.

Excellent call.

No further questions, Your Honor.

Order in this court, please. Order!

It's been a hell of a week.

It's been a hell of week.

I called the FBI... they're
gonna open an investigation

into the deaths of Carolyn's
first two husbands.

Insurance fraud, murder, the
whole kit and caboodle.

- Excellent.
- Mm-hmm.

What a day. You must be beat.

Got a hot date.

Wha... What about Diana?

Never mind.

I don't want to know.

♪ Hey, girl... ♪

Do you remember that?

Being young and stupid?

Speak for yourself. I'm still stupid.

♪ Miss you so much... ♪

I'm sorry I'm late.
I was almost out the door

when my husband called,

and since I haven't spoken
to him in almost three weeks,

I figured I should pick it up.

♪ I tell you no lie... ♪

I've lost enough men
in my life this week,

and I'm just, um...

I'm not ready to lose him just yet.

I'm sorry.

Are you gonna save me?

♪ So long ♪

♪ If you say good-bye... ♪

Take it.

I give you permission.

Is there anything I can do?

Stop calling me.

If I'm really drowning...

...I will call you.

Your diet cola.

♪ Without you... ♪

Vodka, rocks.

It certainly does. Don't mind me.

♪ And hey, girl ♪

♪ Now, don't put me on... ♪

So, that's it?

I'm just your lifeguard?

I get to save you, but..

We never actually get
to go swimming together anymore?

We did that already.

I'm sorry if I confused you
at the funeral.

I was...

pretty confused myself.

Don't be mad at me.

I'm not mad.

♪ Hey, girl... ♪

And I won't call.

Sorry about your dad.

Sorry about so many things.

♪ Now sit yourself down ♪

♪ I'm not ♪

♪ Ashamed to get down ♪

♪ On the ground ♪

♪ And then... ♪

♪ Beg you to stay ♪

♪ Let's ♪

♪ Let's go away... ♪

Thanks.

I just...

I suddenly realized I'm alone
in the deep end of the pool,

and I...

I got a cramp.

Don't worry about it, ma'am.

That's what we're here for.

♪ Oh, no, please ♪

♪ Don't go away ♪

♪ Hey, girl... ♪