Fatal Flip Page #4

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All right, I'd better

get upstairs,

do some more work.

Okay.

Hey.

You're being rude.

Excuse me?

It's not Nate's fault

that you got hurt.

It was an accident.

Don't take it out on him.

I know, I know, I know.

I don't mean to

take it out on him.

I'm just stuck in

the room with this cast,

and it's been

driving me crazy.

I'm sorry you got hurt,

but we really have to

get this done somehow.

You don't think

I know that?

Look, the bottom line

is you can't work.

We need Nate.

Yeah, I know.

What do you want me

to do, fire him?

Well...

We can't do that.

This whole thing

falls apart without him.

You seem tense.

It's the house.

And Jeff's

jealous of Nate.

Oh, my God.

This is like college

all over again.

Of course. The hot guy

has a crush on you,

but you're taken,

so he dates me.

That's not how I remember

college at all.

You have a very

selective memory.

Ros, don't make this

a competition.

He's just being paranoid,

and you're

just being coy.

So how was your date?

We had a nice time.

You describe milkshakes

with greater detail.

Come on, spill it.

He was smooth...

and sweet.

And I love seconds.

Nate asked about you

last night.

Oh, yeah?

A lot.

A lot?

Don't worry. I will

take care of him.

Even though

he's into me.

Why do you care?

Roslyn, I'm kidding.

No, you weren't.

Roslyn.

Alex.

Look, don't be

so sensitive, okay?

I mean, you're the one

who was teasing me

about Nate.

Now, oh, all

of a sudden, I do it

and it's just too much.

You know,

I don't like this.

I'm the one dating Nate.

Okay, great.

Go for it. Date him.

- What?

- Oh, my God.

You know,

you're just jealous

because you're

in a relationship,

and you don't get

to have sex with

every half-naked man

that strolls

through this house.

Here we go again.

Why is it

that single people

think that everyone

is jealous of them?

You know why I got

all the good guys

in college?

Because I wasn't

throwing myself at them.

Screw you.

You got Nate for that.

Hi.

Roslyn.

Alex and I had a fight.

About what?

You.

Oh.

So this is your place?

Yeah. You can call it that.

Hmm. Can I see?

Sure.

Huh.

What?

It's not much.

There's nothing to see,

really.

I don't know about that.

I think there's

plenty to see.

Some things

need to be seen.

- You done?

- Mm-hmm.

Oh, my God.

What are we doing?

"Matthew Waterman."

Good morning.

Morning.

I'm borrowing your shirt.

Later.

Later.

I might

get used to this.

Me, too.

Are you sure

you're not in pain?

No pain, no gain.

How many of those pills

did you take?

Enough.

I just picked up

the lighting fixtures.

Oh, hey. Oh, yeah.

We wanted that

in the front landing.

Oh, Nate and I thought

that it would make more

sense in the master.

Alex thought it'd be more

dramatic in the bedroom.

Yeah.

Huh.

Yeah, I see.

More romantic.

Yeah, hey, I love it.

Boy, I'd better make

myself more useful.

No, you're supposed

to be resting.

No.

Okay.

Tuna melt?

With extra cheese.

You got it.

Here you go.

- Thank you.

- You're welcome.

Mmm.

Where'd you get this?

What?

This is a different faucet.

Mm, yeah. Nate ended up

getting a great price.

Uh, what else did you

and Nate decide on?

Jeff, we picked

those out last week.

No. We?

Yeah, we. You and I.

Okay.

Oh, knock it off.

This is broken.

Well, you're the one who

thought he was perfect.

Yeah.

That was before Nate

wanted in your panties.

Jeff!

What the hell am I

supposed to do here?

We have maxed out half

of our credit cards,

and now with your

hospital bills?

Well, this is suddenly

on me now?

Terrific, Alex.

I see the way

he looks at you.

Would you just knock if off

with all this Nate stuff

and just keep

your voice down?

No, I'm not gonna

stop talking about Nate,

all right?

I'm not gonna walk on

eggshells for that guy!

This is my house,

damn it!

I thought

this was our house.

Alex, not right now.

Can you eat your food?

- Looking for something?

- Aah!

Sorry.

Oh.

I found these

in your toolbox.

You must

have dropped them.

Are you done?

Yeah.

I'm sorry.

I really am.

It's okay.

Let's take the evening off.

Hmm.

I don't think

that's such a good idea.

Will you just trust me?

Well, all right.

Yeah?

But we can't be out

all night, okay?

Okay.

Matthew Waterman.

It wasn't my fault

you lost the house.

It still

wasn't enough for you.

You can't leave me!

I can give us a big lift.

I can save us.

I can make this work.

Can I help you

find something?

No.

I'm sorry.

I have to lean on you

a little bit.

That's okay.

When we sell the house,

let's go to Fiji.

- Fiji?

- Yeah.

I think we have to wait

till we sell the house.

Yeah, yeah, yeah.

When--

- Ah.

- Oh oh, oh, sorry.

When we sell the house.

All right, deal.

We're supposed to be

fixing the garbage

disposal right now.

No. Hey, hey,

what did I say?

I owe you a date.

I want to be

alone with you.

I haven't been alone

with you in weeks.

Oh, my gosh.

I was supposed to go by

the hardware store

to get some caulking

for Nate.

- Wait.

- Yeah?

Can you not talk

about Nate for a second?

Jeff...

Just for a minute?

- Aah.

- Oh.

Yeah, let's find

a place to sit down.

Let's get a dog.

Absolutely.

Wife.

Monica Waterman.

Found dead?

Hello?

Roslyn?

Matthew.

Where are they?

Out.

You changed your name.

I wanted a fresh start.

You lied to me.

You said you

were never married.

Monica Waterman.

Your dead wife.

That was unfortunate.

We don't need

to talk about her.

Seriously,

I rate it top 10.

What, the day you quit?

Well, it ain't

the day I quit.

The day we quit.

Can't believe

you had me go second.

Thompson's stunned face

when you walk in there

and give your notice,

and then

I walk in there,

and, wham, double quit!

I know. I felt bad.

I thought

he was gonna cry.

Oh, he should.

I mean, you did like

90% of the work.

Yeah, you did

the other 10%.

Okay, yeah.

I think he did cry.

Carefree days of our

former life, right?

Yeah.

Oh, God,

what are you doing?

Pick up the phone,

give her a call.

Nate! Nate, wait!

Never enough for her.

Nate. Nate, please!

Please!

Matthew! Matthew!

You murdered your wife.

It was always the house!

Aah!

You're not gonna

get away with this.

I hope they choke you

with your tool belt.

Aah!

Oh, thank you

so much for this.

I really, really

needed this.

I told you so.

So, you wish

your friend was here

to hold your hand

and buy you coffee?

Jeff, you have nothing

to be jealous of.

I'm not jealous.

Okay, I'm not

insanely jealous.

I just can't keep

having this conversation

over and over and over.

It's just weird.

The fixtures

and the faucets

and half

the paint colors.

It is like he's trying

to take over everything,

and you don't see it.

Look, we have a million

and one things to think about.

We can't

just keep doing this.

We can't just keep

butting heads.

He's always

watching you.

So what? Okay, fine.

So he has some

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