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with Mr. Childers' guest.

Oh, uh, certainly, sir.

Just give me a second

to ring the room.

That won't be necessary.

You know, it's not that late,

and I feel like a drink.

Is that place

on Halston still open?

- Yeah.

- Yeah?

- Want to go?

- Yeah.

- Thank you.

- Thank you.

Sorry, guys.

All right, we're not dead

yet... we still have time.

Time, but neither money

nor a plan.

What we need is a time machine.

Well, we kind of have one.

A few years ago, they turned

all these public pay phones

into time machines.

You pick one up, dial 1993,

and a New Yorker will come on

and tell you exactly

what was happening

on that corner 20 years ago.

It was funny.

I don't even need

to call that far back.

I just need to call yesterday.

Well, let's try.

What would you tell yourself?

Brooke, it's you

from the future.

She doesn't believe me.

Well, of course; You got to

tell her something secret,

something only you two

would know.

So you know that tiny scar

that you have on your forehead?

The one that you tell everyone

you got hiking in Argentina,

but you actually got

at a Hanson concert in college.

This is my favorite story

already.

Shh. It's collect.

So Pam made you crowd-surf,

and you ended up

hitting the guardrail

and spending

the whole night in the E.R.

Okay, oh, good,

you believe me now.

Okay, so whatever you do,

don't talk to any strangers

in Grand Central.

Ouch.

Actually...

just skip New York altogether.

Stay home, get a movie,

order takeout,

have a bubble bath

and go to bed.

Because everything will be fine

in the morning.

All right.

Yeah, but then

you wouldn't have met me.

I still haven't decided

if that's

a good thing or a bad thing.

All right.

What else do we got?

Let's think.

You're not gonna

get off that easy.

No, no, no.

I don't mess with the physics

of space and time.

Hanson.

All right. All right.

Give it to me.

But I don't want

to do yesterday;

I want to do 2004.

Nick, hey, it's me.

You from the future.

He bought it. Idiot.

Listen, when the Red Sox

make the World Series,

take all your money

and put it on them to win.

Yes, I know it sounds crazy.

Do it.

Okay. Bye.

- That's it?

- That's it.

Everyone knows

when you got a time machine,

the first thing you do

is gamble.

I wasn't aware of that.

And...

that didn't work.

Oh, sh*t, what about a bus?

But they don't even

run at night.

No, like a Chinatown bus.

They run all night

and they're cheap.

They're, like, 80 bucks.

- Do we even have that much?

- No.

It's got to be easier

than $500, though.

Well...

Did our best,

but we are almost out of time.

What if we just

call your husband

and tell him you're in New York?

We could make up a good reason.

He already knows about New York.

Well, he doesn't need to know

what you're doing here.

He knows that, too.

Well, then why do you

have to beat him home?

What? Is there something you got

to do before he gets there?

Look, whatever it is,

he's an idiot if he can't

put it past him.

And you're not the type of girl

to marry an idiot.

'Cause even if there were

something that I needed to do

when I get back, I'm still not

gonna make it back in time.

All right, so let's figure out

a way to make it okay

that you didn't do

whatever it is you had to do.

Look, you may have

already thought of this,

but can someone else do it?

Whatever it is?

I'm out of coins.

Are you out of coins?

Pick up, pick up, pick up.

Hello?

- Pam, it's Brooke.

- Brooke.

I'm so sorry to call this late.

Did I wake the baby?

No, no. Are you okay?

What's going on?

I don't know how to say this,

but I need a huge favor,

and I need it now.

Of course, of course, anything.

Okay, so go to my house,

and in the backyard

there's a key

in the magnet box

by the pool filter.

Take the key

and go in the back door.

The alarm code is 4242.

Go up to the bedroom.

On the bed is a letter.

And it's addressed to Michael.

Take it home and save it for me

when I get back.

But listen, promise me

that you won't read it.

Of course I won't, Brooke.

You have my word.

Okay, it's 4:
00 a.m. now.

How much time do I have?

You have three hours.

Is there any way I could use

the phone after she's done?

It's as good as done, Brooke.

I love you.

Thank you.

I love you, too.

Call me in an hour.

Okay.

Everything's gonna be

okay now, I promise.

Okay.

- Bye.

- Bye.

You know, I think this is

the first time I've seen you

look genuinely happy.

Well... and for the record,

this is relieved.

Happy is different.

Well, I'm glad it worked out.

And for the record, you could

never cheat on anybody.

Are you the kind of guy

who idealizes women, Nick?

That's a dangerous habit.

Well, I'm a dangerous guy.

Yeah, that's why you got

smashed in the nose.

Did Danny leave you

a voice mail?

Yeah.

He left me the wrong address.

His dyslexia really kicks in

when he's been drinking.

Where is it?

I don't think it matters.

I'm probably not gonna go.

I think we should just

keep walking around.

I hear Central Park's

really safe this time of night.

Wow.

It can't be that bad.

Has it got something to do

with the ex, Hannah?

'Cause I'm happy

to offer my services.

I'm all dressed up,

nowhere to go.

It's okay. It's late.

I think that you're

underestimating me.

I would make a great bodyguard.

Or spiritual advisor.

I can be your Jiminy Cricket.

She's there with somebody.

I see.

Well, I mean, you helped me.

I mean, you saved my marriage.

And that makes you kind of...

- A hero.

- A hero.

And heroes are not afraid

to face their exes.

Don't worry, I'll come.

We can pretend to be

boyfriend and girlfriend.

That'll make her jealous.

She'll know you're not my type.

Oh, my God.

I was just brainstorming.

Maybe she'll think

that I changed you.

That will drive her crazy.

Will you,

Nick Vaughn, be my...

Carrie Bradshaw's...

Brooke Dalton's

pretend boyfriend?

Man.

I hope this is the right place,

'cause I only know one song.

Nick!

- Hey, man!

- Hey, man.

Hey, hey, I tried

to get your money, man,

but I could only get, like,

350 bucks; I hope it's enough.

Wow.

Hi.

Hey.

I'm Brooke.

- I am Danny.

- Thank you for your help, Danny.

- My pleasure.

- But you can keep the money.

We're okay now.

I feel bad.

We got it all squared away.

What?

I sold a kidney to get this.

I mean, it wasn't mine,

but what am I gonna

tell the hooker

when she wakes up?

Danny.

Kidding!

She's not gonna wake up.

Wow! We there already?

I'm embarrassing him.

Would you like a drink, Brooke?

Danny, you're hitting

on a woman who's taken.

Oh.

I see.

Oh, no, not like that.

No, no.

It's not... it's not for us.

I'm staying

in Danny's room tonight.

- Do me a favor.

- Mm-hmm.

Promise me you won't piss

in the closet this time.

I could promise you

no such thing.

In fact, I may or may not

have had a lot to drink.

What I'm trying

to figure out right now

is if I've had

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