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(skateboard rolling)

(dark piano music)

(lively punk rock music)

(bluesy rock music)

(jaunty jazz music)

* 'Cause you're never gonna find another *

* 'Cause it's the wrong time but it's the *

(lively heavy metal music)

(blues music)

* I want the Moon

* Nothing remains

(peaceful pop music)

(bluesy rock music)

* Glory glory, hallelujah

* Since I loved, I've broken down *

* Glory glory, hallelujah

* Since I loved, I've broken down *

* No more sickness, no more suffering *

* Since I loved, I've broken down *

* No more sickness, no more suffering *

- I can't believe we wasted a year

of our lives on that asshole.

If he didn't have the money,

why didn't he just tell us in the first place?

- You know, (sighs) if it takes another couple years,

it takes another couple years.

(man sighs)

We'll just carry on like we always do.

- Yeah.

- Yeah. - Fuck, I guess so.

- It's gonna be okay.

I think I prefer Sylvester's.

- Yeah.

Yeah, this is a little too doughy.

- The toppings aren't as fresh, either.

- Come on, we have got to go.

- I'm looking for that avocado-green polka dot top

we got from the estate, do you know where it is?

- Just put something else on, we're late already.

- I woke up dreaming of wearing this skirt with that top.

If I put something else on, it'll be bad luck.

(phone rings) (groans)

Who was that? - I don't know, wrong number.

* I want the Moon

- Hey, April.

- [April] Oh, hey, Sherry.

How's it all goin'?

- Good!

I love your skirt, that's really cute.

- [April] Oh, thank you.

Let me know if you're not sure about anything, okay?

- Okay, I will.

(background chatter)

(laughter)

(background chatter)

- What do you think of the new girl?

- Who, Sherry? - Yeah.

- I think she could put a bit of weight on.

(both chuckle)

- Aren't you pleased to see me?

- No, we can't...

We'll be late.

- Babe, it's our store, we can be as late as we want.

(knocks)

Hey, I was thinking Chico's for lunch.

Are you good to go in about 10?

- [Eric] Oh, shoot.

I'd love to, but I can't.

- Oh, what you doin'?

- I have a meeting. - Who with?

(lively punk music)

- Hey, sweetie?

Goin' to the food park, you want me to grab you something?

- Oh uh, thanks, Theresa, no, I'm good.

- Okay.

(mysterious chime music)

(April pants)

- Well, do you have to stay the night?

- No.

But it'd be good to see Matt, so, you know, why not?

- Well, where is Sherry gonna stay if you stay with Matt?

- Oh my god.

She's gonna stay at her uncle's, April.

What's the problem?

Alright look, three years of not going anywhere.

And then after last week's shit show,

this comes out of nowhere, and yeah, sure,

who knows it it's ever gonna lead to anything?

But you know, it might, you know?

So, no stones left unturned and all that.

- I don't know.

- Come with us.

You wanna come along?

Come with us, if you want.

It'll be like a mini road trip, it'll be fun.

- [April] You understand this is Lees, that's the Wranglers,

and over there is the Levis, right?

- I do.

- [April] So why are some of the Levis in the Lees,

and some of the Wranglers in the Levis,

and some of the Lees in the Wranglers?

It's sloppy, Sherry, it's not good enough.

- I'm sorry.

(April sniffs deeply) (mysterious chime music)

- Are you sure you don't wanna come along?

- No, I'm okay.

- [Eric] It's not too late.

- Uh, no, I'm just gonna stay here and tidy up a bit.

- What?

- What?

(chuckles) I can never find anything here.

It's ridiculous and I hate it.

- Okay, but you're not gonna throw anything away, right?

- No, it's all stock, I know, of course not.

- April, you can't throw anything away.

Okay? - I'm not going to.

- Promise me.

Promise me.

(lively punk rock music)

(bluesy acoustic guitar music)

- [April] Hey.

Need some food or somethin'?

- I just ate, thanks.

- [April] Need some money?

- I'm all good, thank you, ma'am.

- [April] You're homeless, right?

- The streets are my home.

- [April] So, you're homeless.

- I don't have a fixed abode, if that's what you mean.

- Sorry to hear that. - Well, don't be sorry.

It's my choice.

Texas is a beautiful place.

You don't need a roof over your head to work that one out.

- Hey.

It suits you. - Well, thank you.

Hey, come here.

- What?

- Just come here.

Give me your hand.

Isn't that beautiful?

- You want it?

Services rendered and all.

- Want not, waste not, right?

(chuckles)

- [April] I gotta give you somethin' for your troubles.

- No, you don't.

(mysterious chime music)

(April moans dramatically)

(jazzy piano music)

- [April] So, how long is he on the rig for this time?

- A month or so, but you know it always changes.

- [April] Is he still...

- You would see if he had.

- [April] So, that's good, right?

- The funny thing is, is when you don't do it for a while,

it, it's like you don't love me anymore,

and then I start wondering what it is I did wrong

to make him stop caring.

So, sometimes I like it when he does it.

- [April] Oh, Theresa.

- That's pretty fucked up, right?

* The horse is a mirage, I'ma see how far he goes *

* Somethin' in the stars is tellin' me to roam *

* So if you wanna keep me, well boy, you better know *

* You better know

* That you're never gonna find another woman like me *

* I love you and I please you and I bring you to your knees *

* You're never gonna find another woman like me *

* I love you but I leave you in the mornin' *

(suspenseful music)

(water sprays)

(muffled water splashes)

- [Eric] Babe, he made me an offer that I can't refuse.

Free rent on Bishop for a year?

And he's got other properties in Houston.

- What does she know about running a business?

- I'll be there.

Of course, yeah.

I'll train her up and stuff, and then, you know what?

If it works out, great, if not, there's no loss.

- So, you're moving to Dallas with Sherry?

- No.

Baby, no.

My god, no, this is, this is not about me and Sherry.

This is-- - It's not?

- No, it's not, it's about us growing our business.

I'm not moving to Dallas with Sherry.

Look, hey.

Her uncle and I, we shook on it, but that's all.

Okay?

Maybe we go up, we train her up together, you and I.

Or Theresa.

Whatever.

But Matt said that we can stay with him anytime,

so it's all good, we're gonna work it out.

(abrasive screeching tones)

(muffled clacks)

(suspenseful music)

(April pants)

- Eric?

* If I can spend one moment with you *

* It's just the wrong time but it's the right place *

* Darlin' please tell me what's going on *

* Oh, girl, wrong time but the

- What the fuck, April?

- Shut up.

- What are you doing?

(gasps) Oh my god, seriously?

- I don't know what you're playing at, but I swear I will

get bloody on your ass if you get between Eric and me.

- What are you even talking about?

- You know what I'm talking about.

- No, I have no idea. (April laughs)

- I've seen the way you look at him.

I saw you both hugging in the back of your car.

I know what you're doing.

- Wait.

You think that I'm (chuckles) with Eric?

(giggles) Oh my god.

- You think that's funny? - Yeah, I do, actually.

(slap) (gasps)

Jesus.

- I'll kill you if you touch him again.

- Everything okay, April?

(knocks)

- [Man] Paperwork's all done.

Happy to say you're free to vacate the premises.

(moody jazz music)

* If I should go before you

* Cast my body to the storm

* Go baton down your hatches

* If your sail gets torn

* Tell the watchman that you're drownin' *

* No one will bother you

* Drink of me a cup of water

* And sink into my

- [April] You comin' to bed soon, baby?

(Eric sighs)

- An entrepreneur's work is never done, babe.

(giggles) No, I just have to finish amending

these projections for Sherry's uncle.

- [April] Can't you do that another time?

- I, I have to...

I... (sighs)

I have to get this done now, I'm afraid.

- Are you sure?

(dark atmospheric music)

(reversed chatter)

- Hey, are you okay manning the store for a while?

I just gotta run out for a meetin' with Miles.

- Oh, yeah, sure.

- Okay. - Okay.

(phone rings)

(bluesy rock music)

- Hello? - Hey, Miles, it's April.

- [Miles] Hey, April, what's up?

- We was just wonderin' if you had any time

to stop into the emporium later this afternoon.

- [Miles] Sorry, baby, I'm in Houston till the weekend.

- Oh, okay, cool.

Bye.

* Well, he's deaf

* Sometimes I wish he could hear *

* Yeah, he's deaf

* Sometimes I wish he could hear *

* Lord have mercy, yeah

* On his ears

* Well, he's dumb

* Sometimes I wish he could talk *

* Yeah, he's dumb

* Sometimes I wish he could talk *

* Lord have mercy, yeah

* On his tongue

- I fell asleep.

- [April] I love you, Eric.

- I love you too, baby.

(dark atmospheric music)

- Hey, Theresa.

- [Theresa] Hey, both of ya.

- Theresa, what-- - Please don't.

- What happened?

- [Theresa] It's okay.

It's okay, it's nothing to worry about.

- But, but what happened?

- Davie came home early.

It was meant to be a surprise but the place was kinda shitty

and well, you know what he's like.

- Just 'cause the place was kinda shitty?

- I mean, I'm the first to admit I'm a bit of a slob, so,

can't say I blame him.

- I'm so sorry.

Jesus.

Give the woman a hug, Eric.

Our friend needs our support here.

- [Theresa] Oh, you don't have to do that.

- Nonsense, what are friends for, right?

- Yeah.

- How long's Davie in town for?

- [Theresa] Oh, he's gone already, thankfully.

- Yeah.

- Why don't you come stay at ours? (chuckles)

You don't wanna be alone at a time like this, right?

I mean, I'm going away to visit my mom for the weekend, but,

Eric can look after you. - What?

- Oh, I couldn't.

- Let's just...

It's freaking me out.

You want a beer?

- Hey, good-lookin'.

What you doin'?

- Can I ask you a question?

- Yes, you could do whatever you want.

- Would you fuck me?

(homeless man chuckles)

- No.

- Why not?

- Well, 'cause you're married, for a start.

- What if I wasn't?

- What's wrong?

- Don't you think I'm pretty, even?

(lively heavy metal music)

(Eric grunts) (Theresa moans)

- [Eric] Oh, god!

(groans)

Get off. - What?

- Oh my god. - Oh my god.

- [April] Get the fuck outta my bed, bitch.

- I'm sorry, I'm so sorry. - Get out of my house, bitch!

Hey, you shut the fuck up too, okay?

Get out of my house, bitch!

I mean it! - April.

April, April, fuck!

- [Theresa] Oh, shit!

- No no no, no, April, April.

- Wrong way, bitch!

(April sobs)

Just tell me why you did it.

- I just...

Did, I...

- That's not good enough.

- I mean, I...

I...

I guess that I...

Felt sorry for her?

(bluesy rock music)

* You should get down on your knees *

* And love me

* From below

* And you should get down on your knees *

* And love me

* From below

* And baby, you steal for two

* The long, long day

* Just wishing I was home with you *

* And I've been thinkin' about all the *

* Different ways that I can make love to you *

* Before I get down to the lovin' part *

* There's one thing that I need from you *

* You should get down on your knees *

* And love me

* From below

* And you should get down on your knees *

* And love me

* From below

* And baby, I will get down on bended knee and I will *

* Love you just the way you want me to *

* There's no word to call in this forsaken world *

* I just like goin' down below with you *

* So come on now, I said come on, baby *

(fire crackles)

* Never gonna go down

* Never gonna go down

* Never gonna go down

* Never gonna go

* Never gonna go down

* No rain in decency has seen

* In me

* His borrowed time in the attic so the worms agree *

* Burn through your manuscript, your inflight reading *

* Your soda can lost its grip, you'll soon have brain freeze *

* Never gonna go down

(man clears his throat)

- Hey, there.

Where's the party at?

(speaks foreign language)

- Yeah, I speak fuckin' English.

(man chuckles)

- That was an evil look you just gave me.

I wasn't being facetious, you got a great look.

It may not look like it, I'm a big fan of the 50s.

You know, Elvis, Eddie Cochran, Buddy Holly, all those guys.

The Twist, I love the Twist, you like the Twist?

- I love the word facetious. (chuckles)

Especially when used in a place like this.

- Kid stuff, I got plenty more where that came from.

- Hm, well, impress me, why don't ya?

I guess that's what you're tryin' to do.

- Well, maybe you would like a libation first.

(both laugh)

(dark atmospheric music)

(April pants)

(muffled creaks)

- I thought you were an intruder.

- I guess I am.

- What're you doing?

Please tell me that this is a joke.

- [April] Like you fucking Theresa was joke?

- Okay, April.

April, this, this is my life.

This is my whole life.

- Yeah, (chuckles) it was my life, too.

Until you destroyed it.

- Where is it?

Where is it?

(slap)

- Fucker, motherfucker! (grunts)

(groans)

Motherfucker!

(grunts)

No!

(grunts)

Motherfucker!

Motherfucker!

(sobs)

(screams)

- I need you to dress up for me, though.

Can you do that?

I thought I asked you to dress up smart for me?

- I thought I had.

- No, don't get me wrong, you look cute and all,

it's just, your clothes smell and you look like

you can't afford new ones, so here.

But yourself some new clothes.

- What? - Ask for the pin tomorrow.

We can try this again.

Buy whatever you want, just don't spend

more than a couple thousand. (phone rings)

- I don't want your money, asshole.

- I have to take this.

(speaks foreign language)

(car engine revs)

(April sniffs)

(April sniffs)

(April sniffs)

(April sniffs)

(April sighs)

(dark atmospheric music)

(muffled and distorted grunts)

(muffled and distorted grunts)

- I mean, we can...

It's gonna take a while for me.

But if you wanna...

I mean...

Do you wanna try again?

We could try again, if you want.

I mean, you don't love her, right?

(sobs)

(mysterious chime music)

(lively electronic music)

* What is it that controls you

* Your ex, your sex, your lover, your wife, your temptation *

* Secret fascination

* The tricks you play, the sense of shame *

* You're out all night

* Your fantasy life

- You know you owe me, don't ya?

- Sorry?

- The clothes.

(chuckles) - What?

- Don't worry, I'm not gonna make you give me the money.

$2,379 and 65 cents?

Though, that was more than I told you to spend.

If we do this again,

don't spend more than I tell you to, okay?

Okay?

Just say okay, baby, and move on.

It's not a big deal.

- Okay.

- Okay, good.

Spend more next time.

I think you deserve it.

Say $3,000 limit.

You know, I love women's clothes?

What they do to you, to women.

You know, some of my guy friends, they think it's queer

that I'm so into women's clothes, and I argue with them,

and you know what?

I always win.

I mean, if you're a man that loves women,

how could you not care about what caresses their body?

What gives shape to their femininity,

what accentuates their sexuality?

A pretty woman is a pretty woman, right?

- Right.

- Right and wrong.

You put the right woman,

in the right clothes,

she just becomes transcendental, a goddess.

A force of nature, breathtaking.

And dangerous.

Valentino knew that.

Versace knew it.

McQueen absolutely knew it.

And I know it.

Some of my friends know it, too.

And they take an interest in their partner's wardrobe.

I want you to buy more, April. (mysterious piano music)

'Cause you're a pretty woman,

and I know that you have a special connection to clothes.

And I want you to use that connection,

to become more of who you wanna be.

- Stop, stop!

Help!

(moody electronic music)

What's going on?

- Do you trust me?

- I don't understand.

What's going on?

- Do you wanna be a loser all of your life?

You mean this?

This is what's going on.

* Bright lights, big city

* I drink it all and it tastes and looks oh so pretty *

* Bright lights, big city

* I became the night and I have no pity *

* Bright lights, big city

* And none of this and not a lost *

* Bright lights, big city

* Dream your dreams here, come quickly *

* And open yourself to me

* Enter and find your pleasure

* Enter and feed your pleasure

* Enter and find your pleasure

* Enter and feed your pleasure

* Enter

* Bright lights, big city

* Bright lights, big city

* Bright lights, big city

* Bright lights, big city

(dark orchestral music)

(phone rings)

(phone rings)

- [Eric] Hey, you've called Eric Diller at Eric's Emporium.

Leave a message and I'll call you back.

- Uh, I just wanted to say I'm sorry for

being such a bitch to you.

- Oh.

- You never deserved it, and I,

I don't know, I guess I was kinda jealous 'cause

you're so pretty and young,

you've got that store in Dallas, I don't know,

I acted like an idiot with you and I just,

I wanted to apologize.

- Thank you, April, I really appreciate that.

Never stop thinking you are beautiful.

'Cause you really are.

- Thank you.

- Besides, I never really understood

what Eric saw in Theresa anyway.

- Oh, you and me both.

How did you find out about 'em?

- [Sherry] How do you mean?

- The note you put on the cash register.

The postcard.

Old Dallas oil wells?

"Theresa and Eric?"

- [Sherry] I have no idea what you're talking about.

- Oh my god.

That bitch.

(dark atmospheric music)

(muffled and distorted grunts)

(woman laughs)

(April screams)

(woman laughs)

Stop, no!

Help me, help me!

(screams)

Hey.

Uh...

Are you doing anything?

Can you come around?

Hey.

- [Randle] Hello.

- Tough day?

- Good, actually.

- What were you doing?

- Oh, you know, a little PR, a little marketing.

That kinda thing.

And you?

- Just chillin'.

- Hey. - Hi.

What?

(Randle chuckles)

What?

What is it? You're making me nervous.

- I know that...

My life may not be conventional. (chuckles)

But I...

Truly appreciate you being a part of it at the moment.

And making it a lighter place for me to move in.

When we're together...

I feel good.

And I feel like we fit together well.

And, uh...

I just wanted you to know that.

(April giggles)

- Thank you.

(lively jazz music)

(Eric laughs)

What the fuck?

- I'm sorry.

- This is hard for me, man, okay?

This is really fucking hard.

- It's hard for me, too.

- Oh, boo-hoo, asshole, I feel really bad for you!

- Sorry.

- Okay, if we're gonna do this again, I can't...

I don't want it to be like that, okay?

I'm gonna have to trust you again,

and that's not gonna happen overnight.

(muffled grunts and pants)

(slap) (woman yelps)

(woman sobs)

(slap) (woman screams)

(dark piano music) (woman sobs)

Why are you showing me this?

- You wouldn't believe what they'll pay

for this kind of thing.

- Oh my god.

Oh my god, are you...

No.

No fucking way. - April.

April, it's a game!

Everyone's in on it, it's all just a game!

(April moans)

Everyone is a consenting adult.

- No.

No, no, Randall, I said no.

- I'm cheating on my girlfriend with my wife.

- Oh, she's your girlfriend now, is she?

You want a divorce?

- No.

No, I don't think I do.

Do you?

- I don't know.

It depends on if I can forgive you.

It depends on if you want me to forgive you.

Where are you going?

- I have to go on a trip.

- [April] Where to?

- You don't need to know.

- [April] Randall!

(rain splashes) (thunder rumbles)

- Hi.

Can I help y'all?

- Who the fuck are you?

- Excuse me?

- We're lookin' for a Mr. Randall Duncan.

- I think there's been some mistake here. (chuckles)

- Randall?

Randall!

(muffled and distorted pants)

(slap) (yelps and sobs)

(dark atmospheric music)

(sniffs)

(pants) (door rattles)

(sniffs)

(door opens)

Hey.

- [Randall] You're still here.

- Is that a bad thing?

- [Randall] April, you know I would never do

anything to hurt you.

- Can you come around?

(sobs)

I just really need you here right now.

Oh, wait, wait!

Can you bring some clothes by as well?

I really need some clothes.

- I want you to remember that no matter what happens tonight

this is all just an elaborate game.

You're safe.

And you won't get hurt.

(suspenseful electronic music)

So what're you doin' in town?

- I should be lookin' for a job, but just chilling, really.

- You been here long? - A couple months.

- Nice roommates?

- No, no roommates.

Needed a bit of space.

Been living by myself for a while.

- Mm-hm.

(captive moans)

Everyone is a consenting adult.

And it's all just a game.

- Stop!

Stop it!

- April!

Sit down!

(woman speaks foreign language)

April!

(woman shouts in foreign language)

(knocks)

- You wanted to see me?

- [Eric] Take a seat please, Theresa.

Close the door.

- What's up?

(April yelps)

(man groans)

(knife clangs)

- [Eric] I think we should stop seeing each other.

I'd like you to stop working here.

- Excuse me?

- [Eric] It was a mistake.

I need to try and sort things out with April.

She's my wife.

In spite of what I might have said, I still love her.

I think you need to sort out your own life,

without my involvement.

Sorry.

- That's him.

- What's goin' on? - Mr. Randall Duncan?

- No.

- He's, he's lying, that's him.

- What's your name, please, sir?

- [Randall] Edward Thomas.

- He's lying.

- [Female Officer] Do you know this lady, Mr. Thomas?

- I've never seen her before in my life.

- [April] Bullshit!

- [Female Officer] What's your relationship with each other?

- We're married.

- It's our six-year anniversary next month.

- And how long have you lived here?

- A few months. - Profession?

- Tech development.

- [Female Officer] I need to see some ID, please, sir.

- He's got different passports with different names.

They are all fake, he's lying!

- Okay, excuse me.

Can somebody please tell me what this is all about?

- [Female Officer] I just need to see some ID, please, sir.

(thunder rumbles)

- I dropped it right here.

(thunder rumbles)

- Officer?

- Thank you, Mr. Thomas.

(knocks)

(April sniffs and pants)

- Hey, baby.

- [April] No.

(pants)

Help, help me.

Eric.

Eric, come on.

Zip it!

(pants)

Zip it! - Stop, stop, baby.

No no no, come here, April, come here.

Shh. (dark atmospheric music)

What's going on?

(April pants)

(door rattles)

- [Randall] Open the fucking door!

- [Eric] Does he know about me?

- [April] No.

- Does he know about the store?

- No.

- [Eric] I have a meeting tomorrow

with Sherry and her uncle.

I want you to come with me to that,

and then maybe we should just get away

for a couple of weeks.

Mexico, perhaps.

Get to know each other again.

- [April] I'd like that.

- [Randall] Open the fucking door, April!

Fucking door!

Open the fucking door!

(phone rings)

(suspenseful music)

(April gasps)

- Where's the fucking money? - Hey.

(groans) (April yelps)

- Don't you fucking move!

Now.

You have, (sighs) two choices.

You can either give me the money now,

and maybe save your boyfriend's life, or...

You can prevaricate,

and I put this knife in the other side of his neck.

And you know what the funny part is?

Your fingerprints are still on this knife.

(chuckles)

(April grunts)

- Take you to the hospital, come on.

Come on, baby!

It's okay.

It's okay, come on!

(car engine revs)

(tires screech)

What are you looking at?

What?

What do you want from me?

(dark atmospheric music)

(water splashes)

- [Woman] Oh, can I help you?

- [Female Officer] Is this your property, ma'am?

- No, but I'm the realtor.

- We're looking for the person who was last living here.

(suspenseful music)

(April giggles)

- I'm afraid your card's been declined, ma'am.

- Excuse me.

My husband's been inconvenienced.

Could you take me to the ball?

Eric, I'm returning your calls.

Why won't you call me back?

Excuse me, kind sir.

My husband's been inconvenienced.

Would you take me to the ball?

Please?

(grunts)

Excuse me.

Could you take me to the ball?

My husband is-- - What's your name?

- My husband-- - Okay, let's just stop.

Let's just stop.

- But I have to get to the ball.

- Whoa, what is wrong? - My husband is lost.

- Just take a second-- - But I need to get to--

- Stop, just stay here! - Don't touch me.

Don't touch me, get off of me! - Listen, just stop!

- [April] Help me, somebody help me!

I need to get to the ball. - Right here.

- Sir, please, kind sir, please.

- Give me some help over here.

- I just have to go to the ball.

- I know her, it's okay.

- [April] Will you take me to the ball?

- What's wrong with her? - Sir, she's fine.

She's my girl, okay? - You got her?

- Will you take me to the ball?

Will you take me to the ball? - She needs to get some help.

- She lives right here, I'm gonna take her to her place.

- She lives here? - Yeah, she'll be fine.

What's goin' on, April?

- Are you sure you won't fuck me?

I could really use a good hard fuck right now.

- Let's get you cleaned up.

- You should have your refund

within two to five business days.

- You think this suits me?

- Doesn't matter if it suits you or not, April.

You don't have any money. - But if I did.

- You don't need any more clothes.

- A girl always needs more clothes.

- No, she doesn't.

- Maybe just this one?

- You don't need it, you don't have any money.

- You're no fun.

I want this dress.

Oh no, no.

Look at this one.

What do you think? (chuckles)

- I think I've known people like you my whole life, April,

and you know, you're not gonna die of HIV or an overdose

or whatever, but, you're an addict

and you need to confront that.

- Red's always been one of my favorite colors.

I think this one works better.

- Buying clothes ain't ever gonna bring Eric back, April.

- Turn around.

Turn around, I want it to be a surprise.

Okay. (chuckles)

You can turn around now.

Tada! (giggles)

Timeless and elegant.

You like it?

Don't you like it?

- It's nice.

- You don't like it?

You don't like it.

What's wrong with it?

(sobs) I just wanna look nice for you, baby.

I just wanna look nice for you!

(sobs)

(grunts)

(sobs)

I'd like to voluntarily section myself, please.

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There's no other way, is there?

- It's not for me to say.

- I don't think there is.

- Oh, hey, Theresa.

It's April.

(chuckles)

How are things?

Hey.

- Hey.

Thanks so much for calling me.

- Thanks so much for coming.

- No.

It's been such a tough time on all of us and,

you know, I owe you an apology.

A big one.

I hope you can find it in your heart to forgive me.

And I hope we can be friends again?

- Can I borrow your phone?

- Sure.

- Hey, Davie?

No, no, this is April, Theresa's friend.

Yeah, yeah. (chuckles)

No, I just wanted to let you know

she's been fucking my husband.

(sighs)

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- Hey.

Check these out, these are totally cute.

I think you'd kill in them.

- Yeah, they're adorable.

You know, Sherry, these days,

I'm more a jeans and t-shirt kinda girl.

Got three different jeans and four different shirts.

Two black, two gray.

I have a denim jacket and a leather jacket.

I have DMs if I wanna rock and sneakers if I don't,

and if I wanna dress up, I just put on heels, so,

thank you for thinking of me like that, but,

if I could kindly ask you to refrain from

doing so ever again?

- Okay.

Yeah.

Sure, of course. - Thanks.

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