A Killer Within

I have an appointment

with Mr. Terrill at 2:00.

Oh. Good afternoon, Mrs. Lovell.

Mr. Terrill has cleared

his schedule for you.

How nice.

Right this way.

It's a pleasure to see you

again, Miss Lovell.

Step into my office.

Go ahead and sit down.

Would you like

something to drink?

What are you having?

Dr Pepper.

Dr Pepper?

Well, I'm a Texan, so I grew up

drinking Dr Pepper.

Would you like one?

No, thanks.

I brought my own.

So what can I do

for you besides...

pour your champagne?

Actually, I need

some professional advice.

I'm considering a divorce.

A divorce?

Has your husband provided you

with grounds?

He spends too much time

at the office...

and not enough time on me.

Well, perhaps that's his way

of showing you...

that he loves you

by providing for you.

I think he thinks that.

Mrs. Lovell, I'm

a corporate defense litigator.

I'm not a family law specialist.

Did you know that your tie

complements your eyes?

Thank you.

My wife got me this tie.

She has good taste.

I think so.

I wasrt referring to the tie.

I'm sorry.

What were we discussing?

My husband.

I don't like being ignored.

He ignores me.

I find it hard to believe

that anybody could ignore you.

Oh. Thank you. Cheers.

Don't you think you've had

enough of that, Mrs. Lovell?

Why don't you join me?

You know...

I don't drink alcohol.

Why not?

It's a great anesthetic.

Perhaps that's why.

I'm afraid...

I might like it too much.

Really?

What else are you afraid of,

Mr. Terrill?

I'm a married man, Mrs. Lovell.

- Happily, I presume.

- Very.

Children?

I have a four-year-old son.

So something must turn you on.

Perfume.

I like a woman

that wears perfume.

Does your wife wear perfume?

Sometimes.

Very expensive,

$600-an-ounce perfume?

I don't know.

Does she wear it

between her legs?

I'm afraid it's time for you

to go, Mrs. Lovell.

Mrs. Lovell?

Back to work, ladies.

That was awesome.

I've decided to forget...

about filing those

divorce papers, Mr. Terrill.

Really?

I was so looking forward to our

next appointment, Mrs. Lovell.

I'm gonna get your stuff, OK?

Addison, we have

dinner reservations...

at the French Room at 8:00.

You have to be home by 7:00.

OK.

Can I call you

about that, though...

because I may have to

work late tonight.

Oh. You know what?

I think since I'm here...

I'll just stop by

and say hello to Margaret.

No, you won't, OK?

Dinner at 8:
00.

OK. OK. I'll be there by 7:00.

Good-bye, Mr. Terrill.

Send me a bill for your time.

Hey. Any messages for me?

- They're all for you.

- They're all for me?

I'll tell you what.

I'll take the ones

that have called twice...

and you handle the rest.

Could you do me a favor?

Send my wife...

a dozen red roses, please,

and make sure they're red.

Come get me at 4:30.

Whoa! No, no, no,

not Olan Beauregard III...

the plaintiff counsel from hell.

What? He loves you.

- He hates me, Addison.

- I love you.

F*** you. Every time

I talk to him...

he files another motion.

You talk to him.

Your Mommy's home.

Mommy, look what I drew.

It's a picture of Sarah.

Careful, sweetie.

Mommy's wearing Prada.

He wasrt too difficult, was he?

Christopher has been

an angel as usual.

Do you like it?

Oh, I love it, darling.

I'm not finished drawing it.

I really appreciate you taking

care of Christopher all day.

Werert your bored talking

to a four-year-old?

I enjoy taking care

of Christopher.

You know that.

Only he is growing up so fast.

Yeah. I wish he'd grow up

a little faster.

I want to send him

to boarding school in France.

You wouldn't.

Come see what I bought you.

Oh, it's beautiful.

Becky, you shouldn't have.

Well, you know how I like

to buy things for people.

This must have cost you

a fortune.

Well, we have a fortune.

Oh, it's beautiful. Thank you.

Now, OK, how did you do that?

Just like that. That's it.

Great. Oh. Christopher's

birthday's next week...

and he wants a pool party

with the neighborhood children.

Yuck.

I could have the party

at my house.

I really wouldn't mind.

I'd give anything to have

a houseful of children...

even if only for an afternoon.

Are you still having trouble

getting pregnant?

Yeah.

You know, you and Sam

should go on a cruise.

We've gone to the Caribbean

and the Aegean.

I've tried everything.

I just wish I could convince

Sam to adopt.

There's nothing wrong

with adoption.

The male ego.

They all want sons,

and then when they get them...

we do all the work.

Sam says that you and Addison

are trying to have another one.

Men think they know

everything, don't they?

They don't know what it's like

to be pregnant.

It's like being a petri dish.

You can't even lose weight

for nine months.

Third notice.

Approaching dark orange status.

Do you know what this is?

Yeah. Six hundred

billable hours.

You know, sometimes, I wish

people would hire us...

before they signed

their contracts.

If people read their contracts

and drove safely...

we'd be out of a job.

You ever miss the D.A.'s office?

Oh, let me think.

Murder, rape, child abuse,

petty politics, death threats.

That's right, baby,

the simple life.

If you start to miss that,

lie down...

on your eight thousand dollar

leather couch...

till the feeling goes away.

Sam, I'm serious right now.

No, Addison.

That was your dream, not mine.

God. You know, I'm just gonna

have to come back here later...

and finish this mess.

Call the other lawyer

and ask for an extension.

You call him.

It's Olan Beauregard III.

Oh. Well, now I feel the love.

What can I do to help?

Someone sent you flowers.

Do you want me to open the card?

If those are one dozen

long-stemmed red roses...

they're from Addison.

They're from Addison.

Do you want to baby-sit tonight?

Addison and I are going

out to dinner.

- I'd love to.

- Are you sure?

Because we can always

call the service.

What time do you want me?

7:
30. Our reservations

are for 8:
00.

OK.

Christopher, that is so good.

Can I take this home with me?

I'm not ready.

Oh, OK.

Well, I better get home

and start Sam's dinner.

This is hopeless.

It's gonna be an all-nighter.

I told you.

Wait. Don't call Sarah.

I got this.

I got to let her know

I'm gonna be late.

I've got to come back

after dinner anyway.

Here we go again.

Besides, I can go a hell

of a lot faster...

than with your slow ass.

What time do you got?

It's about 6:
00.

Listen. I'm gonna be

late tomorrow.

Sarah and I are seeing

another fertility specialist.

Oh, yeah? How's that going?

Not as well as we hoped.

She's ready to adopt

a Korean kid.

I'd kind of like to keep trying

the old-fashioned approach.

Well, hey, there's

nothing wrong with adoption.

I didn't say that...

but what if the doctors

are wrong?

What if we can have

a child of our own?

Margaret. You're working late.

So are you, Mr. Moss.

I've been going over...

the insurance bills,

Mr. Terrill.

Our PPO carrier denied coverage

on your wife's tummy tuck.

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