Dark Horse Page #4

I knew you'd be

good about this.

[Male on computer] Hepatitis B is caused

by a virus that attacks the liver.

Though most commonly spread through

injection drug use or unprotected sex,

it can even be transmitted through

contact with such bodily fluids

as sweat and tears,

or shared toothbrushes.

The virus leads to chronic irritation

and inflammation of the liver,

causing cirrhosis, which is often merely

setting the stage for liver cancer.

These complications result in

the deaths of 5,000

Americans each year.

Well, I guess that

takes care of that.

What do you mean?

Come now, Abe.

First she wants

you for your money,

now she's gonna infect you with

a terminal condition,

if she hasn't already.

Really? Come on.

But it's not terminal.

Hardly anyone ever dies of it.

Well, if you want

to take that chance.

I love her.

Do you?

If I could turn back time

I wouldn't do those

things I knew would ...

[phone ringing]

[Woman] Doctor's office.

Hi, this is Abe. Can I

speak to Richard, please?

I'm sorry. Abe who?

His brother.

Ah, please hold. I'll

see if I can find him.

[]

I'm sorry, he's with a patient now.

Can I take a message?

Yeah, just have

him call me back.

Sure. Could I please

have your number.

He's got it.

But just so I can

have a record,

in case he's misplaced

or lost it somehow.

If he's lost it, he doesn't

need to call me back.

If I could turn back time

I wouldn't do those things

I knew would upset ...

hi!

[Miranda] I've been trying to reach you

all day. Is everything okay?

Yeah, no. I'm sorry. It's just

been so crazy at work and all.

Well, listen, I wanted to tell you.

I spoke with Mahmoud.

He's back from Dubai,

and he said

he would love to get

together this weekend.

I'm so happy! Would you

like to come with us?

Um... okay?

Oh, good, I was so afraid

you'd be all uptight,

or upset, or possessive-neurotic,

or something.

This is gonna be so much fun.

You're gonna love Mahmoud.

Some Russian immigrants just bought

the house across the street.

A young couple.

Mmm, it's good to own something.

Owning can change the way

you look at the world,

the way you experience it.

It can make you more

complete as a person,

people who don't own...

they have to rent.

Listen, your mom and I,

we've been talking.

And we've decided that

if you're gonna

want to buy a house,

we'll help you out.

Isn't that wonderful, Abey?

But we haven't decided

yet what we wanna do.

Well, where do you plan to live?

I told you. We haven't decided.

We don't think the same way

you and mom do.

- What's that supposed to mean?

- Jackie...

Maybe I don't want

a marriage like yours.

Abey. Did something happen?

Like what?

Well, I mean,

uh, is everything...

What?

No. Say it.

You think she's changed her mind about me?

That maybe she's come to her senses?

I didn't, I didn't say that.

No, you didn't have to.

Anyway, maybe I've

come to my senses.

[]

What is this, science fiction?

I'm like, I don't know

what I'm looking at here.

- Hey.

- Oh, hi. Abe.

I'm so happy you made it.

I was getting worried.

Yeah. Me, too.

Abe, this is Mahmoud.

Um, uh, it's, uh,

nice to meet you.

I love that shirt, that color.

- Where did you find that?

- Uh...

Loehmann's, hmm?

I...

hi, can I get you

something to drink?

Um, diet coke, please.

Sure. I'll be right back.

So, where are you

guys going to live?

Well, we haven't really

gone into detail on that yet.

- Oh...

- We have to see.

Well, you should do it now,

because it's a total buyer's

market out there. Yes.

Possibly, we'll move

into my place.

But don't you live

with your parents.

- Yeah, but they're planning to move to Florida.

- Really?

They're in the planning...

they're in the planning stages.

Still, nothing wrong with

living with your parents.

It's how most of

the world lives.

It's just us westerners who are all

f***ed up and weird about it, right?

You're such a post-Marxist

clich sometimes.

What do you want, you know?

At home on the range.

He's so cute.

Where did you find this guy?

Oh, my God.

Could you excuse me for a sec?

[Breathing heavily]

Oh...

This feels so good.

Ah...

Say, do you work out?

No.

Oh, you should.

I like watery sports, myself.

Oh, don't worry.

Not golden showers,

eh? Hmm?

It was...

It was you

who gave her the hepatitis,

wasn't it?

What?

Ahh!

Way to go, kiddo.

Oh, ho, ho...

It's okay.

You did good.

You did good.

Wow!

I, uh...

Got it after I sold the estate.

Your father helped me out.

You want something to drink?

Um... diet coke?

Or, or whatever you're having,

then, would be fine.

Gee...

All this time,

I'd imagined you living in

some depressing place with,

I don't know,

stuffed animals

and pictures of cats.

Not quite.

I never met your husband.

What was he like?

Forgettable.

Does that mean you weren't

sad when he left you?

We hadn't f***ed since '98.

Did he cheat on you?

It's not cheating

when you despise each other.

So, then, why didn't

you divorce sooner?

The kids.

I didn't know you had kids.

Twins. Almost your age.

- What are their names?

- What's it to you? They're dead.

I'm sorry.

For what?

I never... I...

How did they die?

One jumped. The other O. D.'D.

Suicide.

Sometimes, I've thought

about ending it all.

Don't think about it.

Do it or shut up about it.

You are

so different here from the way

you are at the office.

I'm not on payroll here.

You're, like... a cougar.

Because I like

f***ing younger men?

No, I didn't mean...

- I mean...

- What do you mean?

I'm sorry, Miranda.

I didn't mean to imply...

Imply what?

Look, Marie,

I'm not as inexperienced

as you might think I am.

I've been

with cougars before,

a lot of them.

I'm not a kid.

I know.

Next thing you know, you'll be

50, and your life will be over,

and you'll still

be living at home.

You know it costs a lot of money

to move out. I'm not rich!

You're a cheapskate

and a freeloader. Face it.

They're my parents!

They need me!

No. Grow up.

No one needs you.

[Phone ringing]

Hello?

[Miranda] Abe, how are you?

I tried reaching you at work,

but the secretary there,

she said she didn't

know where you were,

and your cell phone was off,

so I figured I'd

call you at home.

I hope that's okay.

I'm running a little, uh, late.

Listen, I am so sorry

about last night.

It was my fault.

Mahmoud...

uh, it's okay.

It's nobody's fault.

I feel so stupid about

the whole thing.

I should've known better.

We spent practically the whole

night together in the E.R.

It was a nightmare.

I had to hold his hand the whole

time he was being stitched up.

He was so freaked out. They

think his jaw might be broken.

But, really, he feels bad

about the whole thing.

He's litigious, but

he's also empathetic.

Anyway, I miss you, and I hope

you can come over tonight.

I bought you a new toothbrush,

so you won't have

to borrow mine again.

Abe? Abe?

So if you remember what happened

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