Chances Are Page #3

"John Marshall Jeffries. "

Oh, good.

- Alex?

- Hold on!

- Corn?

- Thank you.

Oh, honey, would you get the

little silver corn holders?

What corn holders?

It's in the sideboard.

Second drawer on the right.

So they are!

Good guess.

So tell me, Alex, what

does your father do?

Al-ex!

Oh, he runs a dry-cleaning establishment.

It's called Finch's Easy-Clean.

And he specialises mostly in

goose down and suede and,

you know, fine fabrics, but he's thinking

about expanding into fur storage.

I said, "Dad, that's

not a good idea",

because you don't have... the...

"experience. "

Come on Louie!

OK:

Alex?

Peekaboo!

Easy on the vino, pal!

Is everything all right?

Excuse me.

Louie!

Oh, my God.

I'm Louie Jeffries!

I was Louie Jeffries!

That means that that

lady's my wife.

And Miranda... oh,

God, I kissed her!

And Philip... my best friend.

Philip...

- Yeah?

- Everything OK in there?

Yes.

Philip. It's great

to see you again!

It's... great to see you.

Excuse me.

Well...! I hope it

wasn't my cooking.

Car keys, maps,

Corinne's sunglasses, and

light bulbs.

It's my car.

It's my car.

- Great! It's my car.

- Alex!

Alex?

My deodorant. There's my mouthwash.

There's my books...

It's mine. It's all mine.

Whoa! Come on. It's all right.

Come down.

Watch your step, we're going up.

That's it...

Honey, do you really think it's

safe for him to stay here?

All those things he was saying,

all that running around!

He's had a rough day. He's

just a little stressed.

Trust me.

OK. But make sure your

bedroom door is locked.

Towels.

Are you sure that it's all right,

me staying here the night?

You're welcome to stay

as long as you like.

I'm sorry I ruined

the dinner party.

You didn't mess it up.

You brought it to life.

Miranda...

Yeah?

Have you had a happy life?

Yeah. I guess so.

Is there anything you wanted

that you haven't had?

My father.

He was a pretty great guy, huh?

That's what they tell me.

God, you sure have grown up nicely!

I'm glad you approve.

Good night!

Night.

Hi. I love the suit!

You shouldn't have.

- I wanted to. Your first power suit!

- Mom...!

Don't let Alex go anywhere.

I'll lock him in the tower with the other

boyfriends who are trying to get away!

Love you.

- Morning.

- I didn't think anyone was home. I'm sor...

Well, I'm running a little late.

- How are you feelin'?

- I'm not quite myself, but I'm OK.

I, uh... I've... I've...

Yes?

I, uh...

I love orange juice!

I'm so glad.

I, uh... I... I bet your husband

was a real orange juice man.

Yes, he was. He was

generally fond of fruit.

- Excuse me! - He was handsome

and witty too, I understand.

I mean, I... a man of high ideals.

Yes. He was all those things.

Oh, uh... Miranda

left these for you.

You should help yourself to anything

to eat, and make yourself at home.

OK.

Excuse me.

Dreaming of Louie every

night this week.

My psychiatrist says I

suffer from the halo effect

the tendency of widows to

idealise their dead husbands.

He says it keeps me from

falling in love again.

He has a point but I can't imagine

I'll ever stop loving Louie.

Cor-anda!

Corinne, you're never gonna

believe this, but...

Miranda, this may come as

a shock to you, but...

- Morning.

- Morning.

- I'm here to see Mrs Jeffries.

- She's in a meeting. Are you the caterer?

No. I'm... an old friend.

Oh. Just have a seat.

She won't be long.

Thanks.

Corinne I've developed the fine

art of reading between the lips

and I see nothing but

budget cuts on the horizon.

No-one is happy about it.

They won't bend the rules this

time my dear Not even for you.

It is eight hours before the opening and

you're telling me they want to fire me?

Corinne, we are two million

dollars in the hole.

And it was you who

insisted... and I quote...

"The American people maintain

an insatiable curiosity"

about that eclectic group of women

who fashioned everything from

foreign policy to hemlines at home.

I still believe that.

We still have to pay

back the emergency fund

so another department

can have an emergency.

- I know that!

- By Friday.

Friday? But it's Wednesday.

That's impossible!

Now look, you remember that friend

of mine who I hate, Mavis Talmadge?

- Yes...

- Well, tonight at the opening,

I want you to put the

squeeze on old Mavis.

Why can't you?

Mavis Talmadge is not someone

I'd care to squeeze.

No-one in Washington

is as rich as Mavis.

She's her own corporation,

her own... landmass.

Now, Corinne, Mavis

Talmadge is the way to go.

I don't want to bother her

and I don't feel well,

so I'll just come

back some other time.

Alex!

Hi.

- Hi.

- What are you doing here?

I wish you'd told me you were coming.

I could have arranged for a private tour.

Come on in.

This is gonna sound

a little funny, but

I didn't come to see the museum.

I came here to see you.

I hope you didn't come all the way down

here to apologise about last night.

No, I came to talk

about something else.

I'm Louie.

What?

I'm not gonna beat around the bush.

You're not gonna believe me, but

there's something you should know.

All right.

Our rainforests are being destroyed

at a rate of 50 acres a minute!

Alex, do you want to borrow money?

Is this about Miranda?

In part.

Alex, I'm really sorry, but I have

a lunch date in a few minutes.

Look into my eyes.

Does anything seem familiar?

- I beg your pardon?

- It's me.

Louie.

I'm back.

I wasn't drunk last night at

dinner, and when I saw you

and I saw the house,

my memory came back

of my last life.

- What are you talking about?

- With you!

I got my memory back and

I realised... that I was Louie.

I am Louie!

I got recycled.

You look great, by the way.

Hey, I know it's hard to believe.

I mean, I... can't...

Try to see.

Get out of my office.

Corinne...

Get out.

- Hi, Alex.

- Hi.

- How are you? Feeling better?

- Yeah. Can we sit down and...?

- I talked to Bradlee this afternoon.

- Yeah?

About you.

Bottom line is, he

won't hire a rookie.

- But I've got some friends, editors.

- Philip,

why are you going out of your way

for me? I mean, you hardly know me.

I don't know.

Maybe it's like... with

someone special...

You know that feeling that

you have like a confidant,

or maybe, you know, a best friend?

You want a beer?

Sure.

Miranda's left molar.

That's my Miranda file.

It's beautiful.

You really do like her, dontcha?

You look like a family.

Well, we are, almost.

Just without, uh... some of the usual

conventions of marriage... sex.

So, uh... you and Mrs Jeffries

have never been together?

- No.

- But you love her.

Hopelessly.

And all these years you've never

touched her and you've never told her?

You don't know Corinne... she's wired

differently. She's not like other women.

The slightest push in the

wrong direction might...

I don't want to rush her.

I think you've done

the right thing.

Well, I've tried to take care of Miranda and

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