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- You decide yet what you want to do this afternoon?

- I don't care.

Ah.

The-- the water here tastes like spit.

You're the one who wants to play father and son.

- You flew all the way from Boston.

- To get a look at ya.

Tomorrow, back to Boston.

- Fine.

I was only thinking--

- Trouble is you think too much.

Oh.

- What, Pop?

- Oh, I feel like I've been shot.

- OK, come on.

We'll drive you to the hospital.

- I can't.

- I'm gonna call an ambulance. - Don't leave me alone.

- I'll be right back.

- I said don't leave!

- Hey, could you get me an ambulance?

Hurry.

Hang in there, Pop.

- I'm wet. - 911?

Yes, this is an emergency.

- I peed myself like a damn baby.

- You're OK.

[theme music]

- Listen, I gotta get back to you.

- What took so long?

- You're still facing contempt charges

for withholding evidence.

The judge was reluctant to sign your release.

- That judge is a mean son of a bitch.

My little girl was kidnapped and it keeps me locked up.

- The police are working on a composite sketch

of the woman who took Lucy.

- You're sure this is the same woman claiming to be my wife?

- Positive.

- What about the attorney general's office?

Maybe Molina has some connections there.

- She already spoke to the FBI.

An agent is gonna meet us at your apartment.

- All right, I'll drop you off there.

I'm going back to the courthouse and look through the files,

see if I can't dig up somebody with a motive.

- Morales?

- You found Lucy?

- No, no, no.

You wasted your time withholding evidence

by hiding that gun, Morales.

- Well, what does that mean?

- Last night at county, your client

got done in by his own gang.

Knife in the shower.

Well, it looks like you got yourself locked

up for no reason, Counselor.

- Talk about a mean son of a bitch.

[tense music]

- There's your daddy.

He's probably looking for you.

- Any word on Daniel's baby?

- No, not yet, but we're all working on the problem.

- My old colleagues at Channel 3 have been notified.

- I've got city council members getting the word out

in their districts.

- Well, let's hope these efforts pay off

before time runs out for Lucy.

Well, Collins Versus Reeve and KINX News.

Wasn't this settled?

- KINX is offering nuisance value.

But on my advice, Mrs. Collins has refused.

- What cause of action?

- Wrongful death.

We're suing the cameraman and the news

group for 1 million bucks.

- Come on, this poor guy's distraught over losing his job,

barbecues himself on TV.

You blame the press?

- If the cameraman weren't there,

my client's husband would be alive.

- Except for the First Amendment and you might have a case.

- I know I'm pushing the envelope.

But the people are tired of the media's lack of responsibility.

I think it'll fly. - Who knows?

Maybe you'll set a precedent.

We could use the publicity.

Ann Kelsey Versus City of Los Angeles.

What's this?

- I'm suing the LAPD for inadequate response

during the riots.

They had a helicopter overhead during Stuart's attack,

and all he did was watch.

- Stuart, you're not involved in this action?

- No, I'm not.

This is Ann's show.

- What kind of damages are you looking for?

- Loss of consortium.

- Well, you're aware with a case such as this,

you can expect questions about your intimacies and--

- It doesn't matter, Leland.

Clearly, I'm a shadow of my former self.

- I understand that this is a matter of public record,

but it's not up for discussion here.

Excuse me.

- Yes, ma'am.

- Stuart, you're making it worse.

- I'm busy.

- Please don't do this.

- Why am I getting subpoenaed by the city attorney's office?

- Because I'm angry, Stuart.

- No kidding.

- There were two of us who were mugged, and only one of us

was treated.

What about me?

- I didn't ask for this, Ann.

I'd give anything for this not to have happened.

But it happened.

And now what I want to do is get past it.

- And what am I supposed to do?

I have been waiting and praying--

- Waiting for what? What do you want from me, Ann?

- I want you the way you were.

- Well, that's not possible.

I'm sorry, but that's not possible.

A person can't go through what I went through

and come out the same as he went in.

And if you can't accept that, I'm packing up,

and I'm out of here.

[tense music]

- How you feeling?

- Yeah, yeah.

Get my clothes.

- Dr. Horowitz says you've got to lay low.

- If I passed out once, I passed out a thousand times.

This is no big deal.

- Relax, Pop, you're in for a while.

- Then give me a smoke.

- Not allowed.

- Give me a drink.

- Not allowed, either.

- You can give me a--

- No more gimmes.

Why don't you get some sleep?

- Yeah, I'm tired.

- Sure.

I'll be here when you wake up.

- Daniel?

- Oh, hi.

I'm sorry, I don't-- - Linda.

- Right.

- I-- I changed my hair.

- Yeah.

What are you doing in LA?

- Moved down a couple of months ago.

I found a new court reporting job.

Of course, if I'd known it was so expensive,

I might have stayed in Santa Barbara.

- Yeah, listen, I got to go.

It was nice seeing you.

- Well, listen, you look great.

The city is treating you well.

- Actually, it's not.

- Really?

Can I help?

- No.

No, thanks.

I'll see you later.

- If there's something I can do, please let me know.

[tense music]

- Thanks.

- And when did your late husband go into his depression?

- Last year, after Trademark Tools moved their manufacturing

plant to Taiwan.

After 23 years as a die maker, he was on the street

along with 50 other machinists.

- Please go on.

- He felt tremendous guilt. As a worker's rep,

he helped management to keep Trademark nonunion in return

for the assurance that their jobs would be secure.

And after the shutdown, he--

he became obsessed with how he'd been lied to.

He wrote letters constantly to congressmen,

magazines, 60 Minutes.

He believed that what happened to Trademark

was symbolic of what's wrong in this country,

with companies selling out their workers

and shipping jobs overseas.

He wanted his story to be heard.

No one was interested.

- Objection.

We don't know the state of the decedent's mind.

This is sheer speculation.

- I'll allow it.

- By staging this spectacle, my late husband

was crying out for help.

But he never would have gone through with it

had it not been for the cooperation of Gordon Reeve.

- Your Honor?

- Mrs. Collins, while you're on the witness stand,

you will limit your comments to questions posed

by the attorneys, understood?

The jury will disregard Mrs. Collins' outburst.

- Nothing further.

Thank you.

- Mrs. Collins, were you aware in advance of your husband's

preoccupation with his suicide?

- I knew he was troubled.

- On November 2, three days before his suicide,

didn't you tell the county mental health

worker that you were afraid your husband might harm himself?

- Yes, I called social services.

- Do you wish you'd done more to prevent your husband's death?

- Of course.

But I didn't know what he was planning.

- And you honestly believe that my client's photographing

of your husband's suicide influenced his decision

to go through with it?

- Bill told your client that he wanted to send a message.

Your client was the messenger.

If he'd refused, he would not have done it.

- Well, you may feel that way, Mrs. Collins,

but isn't it possible that your husband would have killed

himself anyway, even if my client

had never turned his camera on?

- Gordon Reeve should have done something.

He was only 6 feet away, filming, when my husband

doused himself in gasoline--

- Mrs. Collins--

- and then lit a match.

- Your Honor.

- And then he burned and he burned--

- Mrs. Collins--

- until-- how could you?

How--

- Mrs. Collins, please.

- could you just stand there and not do something?

- Mrs. Collins, that's enough.

- (WHISPERING) How could you?

- Nothing further.

- No guy is scrubbing my ass, especially

no guy with earrings.

- Why don't I take over?

My father can be kind of difficult.

- Not a problem.

I've got a dozen more just like him waiting.

- What kind of a place is this?

You wake up and some homo has got his arm around ya.

- Pop, relax, huh?

Nobody had a chance to clean you up, that's all.

You need a bath.

- I need a drink.

- Enough already with that.

Now come on.

Come on.

Lean forward.

- Hospitals.

Doctors tell you to rest.

Step by step, they're prodding and poking.

- Don't you get tired of complaining?

- A fact is a fact.

Hey, easy.

That water is cold.

- You know, you've always bitched about the cold.

So tell me.

How come we lived in Boston?

- I don't know what you mean.

"How come we always lived in Boston?"

That's where my family was.

I had no choice.

Not like you.

Every step of the way, you did--

- exactly as you please.

- I did not ask for a lecture.

- All I'm trying to get into your head

is that in the end, all you got is family.

Don't be left alone.

You understand?

- Pop, there's something I haven't told ya.

I've been-- me and Roxy, we're having a baby.

- I'm gonna be a grandpa?

Oh.

- About 7 o'clock that night, Bill

Collins called the newsroom.

- Did you know who he was?

- Sure.

After the Trademark closing, Collins

was all over the airwaves giving speeches.

A lot of people knew who he was.

- And what did Mr. Collins say on the phone?

- He said he was gonna set himself on fire in front

of the Trademark building to protest

American jobs going overseas.

He said, send a camera.

- And what did you do?

- First, I called the police.

Then, I told my station manager, Eric Sims, and he said,

cover it.

- What happened when you got to the Trademark building?

- I didn't see anything at first.

But as soon as I sat down my equipment,

Collins walked out of the alley carrying a can of gasoline,

stood on the sidewalk, said he was gonna kill himself.

I asked him why.

He said, turn on the camera and I'll tell you.

- What happened next?

- I did what he said.

I was expecting the cops to show.

- What happened after you began rolling the camera?

- Collins made a speech, poured gasoline on himself,

and then he lit a match.

- You have no regrets about your actions that day?

- Do I second guess myself?

Sure.

I feel for Bill Collins and his family.

But who's to say that he died in vain?

After what he did, Trademark scratched plans

to close that Anaheim plant.

- Objection, speculation.

- Sustained.

- Mr. Reeve, do you feel responsible

for Bill Collin's death?

- Over 19 years as a cameraman, I've seen a lot of tragedy.

I've seen soldiers blown up by grenades.

I've seen children starving.

I just photograph these things.

I don't cause them.

- Thank you.

Nothing further, Your Honor.

- Hello, everybody.

- Oh, great.

- Oh, it's a gorgeous day.

Oh, and what a view from the tower of power.

One of these days.

Dana Romney, city attorney.

Douglas Brackman may have told you about me.

- We know who you are, Mr. Romney.

Let's get on with this.

All of us are very busy.

- We certainly are, Ms. Kelsey, which

is why your meritless claim offends me.

Why not spare taxpayers the cost of defending

your charges and your husband the agony

of, well, my interrogation?

- Excuse me?

- Drop the suit.

- Drop dead.

- Is it just me, or is there a surplus

of hostility in this room?

OK.

- Since Ms. Taylor's been staying here,

we've rerouted her calls.

Both lines are monitored.

- Yeah.

- Daniel Morales, this is Molina's

friend from the FBI, Behavioral Science Unit, Warren McElroy.

- Hi.

- I'm so sorry to hear about your daughter.

- Do you think she's in danger?

- Well, I think it's definitely a consideration, yeah.

I mean, I've gone over all the information

that Molina gave me, and the thing

that concerns me is the fairy-tale motif and the gifts

and letters this woman sent.

Characters in children's stories often meet tragic ends.

They fall down wells, or they're eaten by wolves,

or I remember a rhyme about a cobbler named Grendel who

ground babies up into sausages.

But that's not something--

- McElroy, you're not helping matters talking this way.

- I have successfully assisted in the safe return

of 17 children kidnapped by mentally unstable suspects.

- Mr. Morales, I'd like you to look over some mug shots.

- The suspect doesn't have a record.

- If you don't mind, I'm not so sure.

- Yeah.

- Mr. Morales, whenever you're ready.

- Yeah.

- As I was saying, from everything that I know,

it seems to suggest that this woman suffers

from a combination of psychological disorders,

primarily erotomania.

- She's a sexual deviant?

- Erotomania is about romance, not sex.

I mean, it seems this woman has deluded

herself into thinking that she has a relationship with Daniel.

- So she knows Daniel?

- You definitely met.

You need to search your memory for any acquaintance

that fits the description that Gwen and Molina gave you.

- I have.

Oh, wait a minute.

- Daniel?

- This woman who used to work as a court reporter for Santa

Barbara County, Linda Salerno.

I just ran into her at the courthouse.

Oh, my god.

I let her get away.

- Mr. Markowitz, according to your wife's suit,

since you were attacked, you are not the same man you once were.

Ms. Kelsey cites a declining rate of marital concupiscence.

That is to say sexual intercourse.

Is that accurate?

- Yes.

- She says you haven't had sex in over three months.

Is that accurate?

- That sounds right, yes.

- So is it your position then that your lack

of intermarital sex results from the beating

you took last April?

- No, the only reason my wife and I don't have sex

is that I currently find her undesirable.

- Really?

I couldn't have secured better testimony

if I'd written it myself.

- Are we done?

- You're free to go, Mr. Markowitz.

- Mr. Reeve, you've testified that you're trained to avoid

becoming part of the story. - That's right.

- But it never occurred to you that by agreeing

to videotape Mr. Collins' suicide,

you helped create the story?

- No, I don't see it that way.

- You had no sense that Mr. Collins

was performing for the camera?

- Most of the people I shoot are performing for the camera.

- And you feel no responsibility for how

others react to being taped?

- If I had to worry about that, I

wouldn't be able to do my job.

- Let's see what kind of a job you did.

- Your Honor, I renew my objection.

This tape is prejudicial.

- I've made my ruling, Ms. Wojack.

Proceed, Ms. Paros.

- The board of directors at Trademark

treat the American workers like slave labor.

When are the CEOs in this country gonna

learn that sending American jobs to a third world

is creating a third world right here in the United States?

Could you hear that?

- Got it.

- Mr. Reeve, do you think that by affirming

that Mr. Collins' message was heard

you encouraged his suicide?

- He asked me a question.

I replied.

I didn't encourage him.

- You ready?

- I'm rolling.

- Correct me if I'm wrong, but didn't you

just greenlight a suicide?

- No.

I didn't tell him to do anything.

- A man drenched in gasoline holding a match

asks you if you're ready, and you answer affirmatively.

You don't call that encouragement?

- I just told him I was rolling.

What he did was up to him.

- Ah!

Ah!

- As soon as Linda Salerno's photo is faxed,

we'll let Gwen try and make a positive ID.

- She was right there in my face.

It just never occurred to me to do anything about it.

- Stop beating yourself up.

How well did you know her?

- Barely.

Sometimes we said hello in the morning or goodbye at night.

That was it.

Why-- why would she pick me?

- In most cases of erotomania, the initial contact

is insignificant.

I mean, you might not even remember it,

but to her, it's the beginning of the most meaningful

relationship in her life.

- Why take Lucy?

- To force a confrontation.

We'll hear from her within 24 hours.

- Or we could be in for a long wait.

[phone ringing]

- Oh, I'll get that.

You guys ready?

- No, Ms. Taylor, that's your phone.

You'd better answer it.

- Hello?

- Hi, Gwen.

[baby crying]

Oh, Lucy says hi, too.

- Please don't hurt her.

- She wants to see you.

And you certainly must want to see her.

Meet us beneath the civic center, in the tunnels.

And Gwen, don't bring anyone.

- Let's go.

- No, hang on.

You have to go alone. - OK.

- What are you talking about? She goes by herself?

That's out of the question.

- No, listen, we'll be following a short distance behind.

If this woman gets wind of us, your daughter

could be in real danger. - [sighs]

- I'm afraid he's right.

- [sighs]

- Daniel, we don't have any other choice.

- It's your choice.

- Let's just go.

- Hey.

I brought you something to read.

- I appreciate it.

- Where did you get that booze?

- That orderly.

He wasn't so bad.

So tell me.

Do you want to be a father?

Or did you just knock Red up?

- It was planned, Pop.

It was very planned.

- You were a mistake.

Your brother, too.

- Yeah, you told me.

- You see, I never wanted to be a father.

But your ma, oh, just loved kids,

and if she knew that you're gonna have one,

this would be the happiest day on Earth.

- Yeah.

- Get yourself a cup.

- You know I don't drink anymore.

- This isn't anymore.

This is special.

We'll toast your baby.

- Pop, I'm not gonna have a drink.

- All I'm asking is a toast.

- Try and respect my--

- A toast to-- - Listen!

- the Mulaneys!

Get yourself a cup!

What's the harm?

- Pop, I'm not drinking with you.

- This is a request.

Don't you know I'm dying?

- After seven years of being sober,

you want me to fall off the wagon out of pity?

- What pity?

I'm trying to celebrate.

- You're trying to screw me up one last time,

and I won't let ya.

- Get out.

- Look, Pop, let's--

- I'm being nice, and you spit on me.

Out!

- Pop.

- Get the hell out of here!

[tense music]

[theme music]

- Mr. Sims, as station manager of KINX News,

have you set a policy governing the way that your reporters

cover the news?

- Yes.

We tell our people to get as close as possible to the event

without breaking the law, of course.

- Did Mr. Reeve conform to station

policy when covering the self-immolation of Mr. Collins?

- Yes.

- Assisting a suicide is against the law, isn't it?

- Gordon didn't assist a suicide.

He didn't pour the gasoline.

He didn't offer a match.

He was there to record an event.

- How do you respond to the plaintiff's charge

that the very act of videotaping encouraged

Mr. Collins to kill himself?

- We've been hit with these charges before.

During the riots, we were accused

of fermenting the looting simply because we showed

pictures of people looting.

But that doesn't change the fact that what was happening

was news.

- But you could be selective in what stories you pursue.

- Editorial decisions shouldn't be made by courts.

Start telling us what we can and can't cover,

and that's the slippery slope to tyranny.

- Thank you.

Your witness.

- Thank you.

Mr. Sims, are you aware that Mr. Collins notified two other news

groups of his planned suicide, only

they elected not to cover it, citing ethical considerations?

- When we made that tape available,

every station in this city aired it, including the networks

and the cable news programs.

- Last year, didn't you speak to a group of UCLA journalism

students, exhorting them to strive

for journalistic integrity?

- I did, and that's the same thing I try

to impress upon my employees.

- Last November, did you air footage of a game warden

being eaten by an alligator?

A skydiver whose parachute didn't open?

A home video of a grandmother as she

was being gunned down by a drive-by shooting?

- Yes.

- And at your October 31 staff meeting,

did you exhort your employees to seek

out such sensational stories?

- We're a small station, Ms. Paros,

fighting for our share of the audience.

Yes, I went after those stories because that's

what people want to watch.

And that's why we beat our competition

during that sweeps period.

- Was Mr. Reeve at this October 31 meeting?

- Yes.

- On what date did Mr. Reeve photograph

the immolation of Mr. Collins?

- I believe it was November 5.

- Thank you.

Nothing further.

- Hello?

Hello?

[baby crying]

Ah.

Oh!

- Gwen?

Gwen!

The back!

Gwen, you all right? - Stop.

Police.

Hey, hey!

- You OK?

- Stay with her.

[tense music]

[knocking on door]

- You have a minute?

- Of course.

- Ann, we've known each other a long time.

Going forward with your lawsuit against the city

is the worst thing you could possibly do.

- I'm acting on my own, Leland, not as a representative

of McKenzie-Brackman.

- Come on, now.

You know I'm not concerned about the effect on this firm.

I'm talking about you and Stuart.

- Did Stuart talk to you?

- No, no.

But you know better than I he's against this.

I can only imagine how difficult this year

has been for the two of you.

But you have a chance to put the past behind you,

to get on with your lives.

- Leland, I cannot just pretend that this never happened.

I cannot let the people that did this

to us just get away with it.

- But you can't unring a bell, Ann.

No amount of money, no prison terms, however lengthy,

can balance the books.

And I won't lecture you, but I do

know that I have been lucky enough in my life

to have loved twice, my wife and Rosalyn,

twice to have that taken away.

Well, there are a million reasons

that people end up alone.

There need only be one to stay together.

- We tried to call you as soon as he went into arrest.

I'll need you to come downstairs and sign his paperwork.

- Yeah, later.

- Sure.

I'm sorry, Mr. Mulaney.

- Dr. Nelson to the ER.

Dr. Nelson to the ER.

[somber music]

- What's your offer?

- Mr. Collins made 40,000 a year when he was let go.

Assuming he remained healthy, he had

another 10 years of earnings.

Add loss of love and affection, we'll round it up to 500,000,

present value of 385.

- Belinda?

- OK.

On one condition.

I want you to go on TV and take responsibility

for what you did.

I want you to say that what you did was immoral.

- Mrs. Collins, I can't allow Gordon to do that,

even if he wanted.

We'd be inviting lawsuits from every person who didn't

like what we put on the air.

- Then I reject your offer.

- Mrs. Collins, I want you to know

that I feel terrible about what happened to your husband,

and if I had it to do over--

I wished I'd done something.

- Why didn't you say that under oath?

- Roxanne, you got crumbs all over the Berringer file.

- Better than the alternative.

At least soda crackers stay down.

What is new?

- Any word on Lucy?

- Still missing.

- What?

- Maybe I was wrong about the soda crackers.

Oh.

- So what's the latest on my oeuvre?

- Oeuvre budget.

- How's that?

- Long and short of it, your book's overwritten.

We had to make cuts.

- What did you take out?

- A little judicious trimming here and there.

Chapters 4 through 12.

- Those chapters were the heart of my story.

- Douglas, Worldwide wouldn't have to make any cuts

if we rescaled the production.

The scope of the material may be too intimate

for a big-budget release.

- Ah.

A smaller boutique presentation similar to a foreign film?

- No, more like a movie of the week.

It now takes place in a women's prison.

Ah.

[tense music]

- Lucy?

Baby.

Oh, Lucy.

Oh, honey.

- Gordon Reeve says that taking pictures

of a distraught man burning himself to death

is all in a day's work.

I'm a journalist, he says.

No blood on my hands.

But Mr. Reeve crossed the line not

only of responsible journalism, but of human decency

and the law.

Why?

Violence sells.

Now, Bill Collins may have thought that he

was dying for a purpose.

But the only purpose that Mr. Reeve and his station

had in mind was winning higher ratings.

If you think that their actions were a substantial cause of Mr.

Collins' self-immolation, then you

must find Mr. Reeve and KINX responsible for contributing

to his suicide.

Thank you.

- That video is excruciating to watch.

But it happened.

And it was news, and every station in this town,

every network ran that tape.

It's estimated 20 million people saw the footage.

Now, maybe you think that Gordon Reeve

is an awful person because he didn't stop

somebody from killing himself.

But under the law, he had no duty to rescue

Bill Collins from himself.

His duty as a journalist was to photograph the event.

And to say Bill Collins wouldn't have

killed himself if my client had capped his lens

is rank speculation.

And believe me, if Gordon Reeve had refused to run his camera,

Bill Collins would have found another reporter who would

have gladly covered the story.

This is tragic news.

Yes, I grant you that.

But don't make the mistake of blaming the messenger.

- Oh, yes.

- She was in the ladies' room?

- Yeah, she was just sitting there waiting to be found.

- Oh, sweet darling.

Thank god you're all right.

- Look at her.

She's so happy to be back with her daddy.

- I notified the Santa Barbara Police Department.

They've assigned an officer to your parents around the clock.

- You should come with me.

- Daniel, you need to get Lucy to a safe place.

This woman is still out there.

Nobody knows what she wants.

At least with the two of you apart, her focus is split.

- Daniel, I'll be fine.

- I'll call as soon as I get there.

- Drive carefully.

Bye, sweetie.

- Stuart, I have something I need to say to you.

- Can it wait, Ann?

Douglas needs these figures.

- It can't wait.

Stuart, I wish I had been more supportive,

less judgmental, more secure with myself and who I am.

But when all this happened, it so shook my world.

It-- it so altered everything that I have finally

begun to take for granted.

All I wanted was to punish the people

that had done this to us.

And instead, I-- I wound up punishing the only true victim

of this whole sorry mess.

So if you really want to leave this marriage, I'll understand.

But I love you, and if you could possibly

forgive me and-- and help me to put this behind us--

- Shh.

[sighs]

I love you.

- Has the jury reached a verdict?

- We have, Your Honor.

- What say you?

- We find damages in the amount of $600,000.

We apportion 90% of the responsibility to Mr. Collins

and 10% to the defendant.

- The verdict is so entered.

The defendant is ordered to pay Mrs.

Collins the amount of $60,000.

The jury is discharged with a thanks from the court.

We're adjourned.

- 60,000?

- The jury felt your husband was mostly

responsible for his suicide.

I'm sorry.

- Thanks.

[knocking on window]

- OK, OK.

- Evening, Ms. Taylor.

I found this weasel slinking around in the shadows.

- I wasn't slinking.

That's my natural gait. Yeah.

- Romney?

- Yeah.

I thought I'd come by and see if you were OK,

only I didn't know Efrem Zimbalist,

Jr. was parked on your front step.

I guess I'll go.

- No, come on in.

- Really?

- Yeah.

So are you still content to hang out here in the shadows?

- Yeah.

She makes it to the door, Ms. Taylor, I got her.

- OK.

- This is nice, you and me, alone in the apartment,

sitting, watching a little TV.

- Hmm.

- I want you to know, I'm willing to stay the night.

If you want, I'll even take the couch.

Although it's probably safer if I don't let

you out of my sight, OK, Gwen?

- McElroy is right outside.

- Are you saying you want me to leave?

- No.

Oh, god.

- Publisher's Clearinghouse?

- No.

My-- my Huntington's test.

It's negative.

I thought I had Huntington's chorea, but--

- Wait a minute.

You had this information and you didn't--

- No, no, no, that doesn't matter, Romney.

The fact is I'm fine.

I'm gonna be fine.

Oh, god.

Ooh.

Romney.

- Sorry.

[upbeat music]

- What?

- I'm surprised to find you here.

- Oh, I'm full of surprises today.

- How's your father?

- Dead.

Yeah.

We had a fight.

I walked out to cool off.

Next thing I know, I get this phone

call he's had a heart attack.

- Oh, Tommy, I'm sorry.

- Rox, what was I thinking?

He came all this way so as not to be alone.

And I left him alone.

- You couldn't be there every second.

- No, no, I walked out because I was mad or afraid

like when I was a kid.

And the doctors worked on him.

Finally, they gave up.

The body gets cold quick.

My old man never liked the cold.

- Let's go.

- I'm watching the show.

Or I would be if this jerk weren't blocking my view.

Hey, fat boy, have a seat.

- Ah, stuff it.

- What are you drinking?

- It tastes good.

Rox, I forgot how good it--

I can handle this.

- No, come on, honey.

Let's go, sweetheart.

- I'm not sweetheart to you.

I'm just a sperm donor.

- That is the most heartless thing that you could say.

- Roxy, come on.

I was just joking.

- I'm leaving.

- So leave.

Hey, Rox.

Would you mind telling that guy to sit down?

[upbeat music]

- Well, I'm gonna go and take a shower.

- Well, there's an idea.

- Alone.

- Hmm.

About time for me to go, anyway.

- Well, I really appreciate you coming by.

It was really thoughtful.

- Hmm.

Do you want me to wait while you shower?

- Oh, no, you--

yeah.

- Take your time.

- Thanks.

- In fact, I think you're intelligent.

- Thank you.

- Well, maybe intelligent is a little strong.

- You know I've got to kill this boy, don't you?

- Herbert, I don't understand.

- Oh, I'm very serious, all right.

I've got a son, and I've got a store.

- McElroy?

- Is something wrong?

- I don't think so.

Hi.

You look cold.

- Ah.

[tense music]

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