I-See-You.Com Page #8

Mm.

Oh.

Mm. Oh.

Haven't we played

this game...

long enough?

[CLEARS THROAT]

[]

Was that the pool?

I-- I don't know.

Hm.

You stay here.

[DRAMATICALLY]

I'll see.

[DOOR OPENS]

[DOOR CLOSES]

Signora Bellinger.

Ciro.

It's such a hot night

tonight. Don't you think?

[YAWNS]

[]

Signora

Bellinger.

Signora Bellinger.

Lydia.

Signora Bellinger,

it's really cold out,

and you could

catch pneumonia.

Mm.

I was hoping to catch

something else.

[SIGHS]

Are you gonna come in?

Or do I have to come out

and get you?

[LAUGHS]

Signora Bellinger.

Oh. Ho-ho.

It's nice to see that

a...38-year-old woman

can still get a

rise out of you. Hm.

Thirty-eight?

What--?

[MOANS]

Signora Bellinger, but--

[GIGGLES]

AUDREY [GASPS]:

Lydia!

Audrey.

[GASPS]

HARVEY:

Lydia?!

Audrey?! What

the hell's going on?!

Harvey. Oh, my--

That's it. I'm raising

the ad rates in the morning.

Harvey.

[GROANS]

Sweetheart! No, don't

you sweetheart me, Lydia.

[CAR ALARM BLARING]

Sh*t. Sh*t.

Don't you think you're just

overreacting just a little?

Nothing happened.

We were just acting.

Acting?! You were

f***ing naked!

You were this close to

taking the meat thermometer

from the master chef of Milan.

Venice or Sorrento.

It's not clear.

Let's not forget whose

idea this all was. Uh-huh.

"Just divert his attention

from my daughter."

Besides, weren't you

the one that said,

"This is all an act.

We're just playing characters"?

Oh, oh, oh. So I suppose

you were just gonna fake

your orgasm

with Ciro then, huh?

[CAR ALARM BLARING]

I'm quite certain

I would have had to!

See what I mean?

You were never acting.

You...menopausal

nymphomaniac actress.

I am not menopausal!

Oh, fine.

And I had to literally hold

a gun to your head

just to make love.

You knew

from the day you met me

that I have

an elevated libido.

[YELLS]

Hey, hey, hey,

hey, hey.

This better not be drama

happening in here.

'Cause if it is, take it

inside. This camera isn't...

[GASPS]

I don't know what's

with you people.

But, like, the whole world is

waiting to see the fallout

from this

Ciro thing will be.

Colby, can you just

give us a few minutes?

Sure, sure. Take all

the time you need.

But just let me put

some things in perspective.

The tires you're driving on?

Free. Promo deal.

The Cokes in

our fridge. Free.

The designer robes,

gratis.

And while Bugle Boy

and Billabong are fighting

over who gets

our six-figure exclusive,

our banner ads

just hit 5K a pop.

F*** off, Colby.

F*** off, Colby.

And speaking of money,

I'd like to know what happened

to the missing 300,000.

What 300,000?

There's 300,000 missing

from our cash account.

Excuse me.

Are you accusing me?

Hey, I'm not

the compulsive gambler

with the market addiction.

You really need to see

a therapist or something.

How about a divorce

lawyer?

Fine!

Fine!

[GRUNTS]

F***.

[GARAGE DOOR OPENS]

[STARTS ENGINE]

[GLASS SHATTERS]

Uh. What the hell was that--?

[SCOFFS]

Mr. Bellinger.

Mr. Bellinger.

Is it true that I-See-You

is nothing but a fraud?

Sorry, I don't know

what you're talking about.

Just, can you comment

on the events earlier?

That Insytive is suing you?

HARVEY:

What?

Pack it up, Colby.

We're out of here.

And get rid of the bimbo.

Mom?

Excuse me?

Everybody,

let's just

calm down here

a moment, okay?

Colby, do you have any idea

what has happened here?

Leaving so soon?

What a shame.

I've had just about

enough tonight, Audrey.

Enough? Enough?!

You pissed away all our money,

driven my poor dad nuts,

stolen my boyfriend,

and you've had enough?

Uh, you go, girl.

And you can just shut

your clam, sister.

[GASPS]

[CHUCKLES]

[SCOFFS] I guess

you found a way

to get laid after all,

pencil prick.

Pay for it.

I don't have

to take this

from some bullshit

amateur Internet joke.

I'm a professional.

You'll hear from my agent.

Yeah.

Oh, hey, baby.

I'm sorry.

Don't run.

REPORTER 1:
Mr. Bellinger.

REPORTER 2:
Mr. Bellinger, is--?

Back so soon?

What the hell?

Whoa.

What is it?

The landing of a mother ship.

I'm sorry. I will have

a full statement for you later.

REPORTER 2:

How do you answer the claims

that your life is

all a staged sham?

REPORTER 3:
Right here.

Mr. Bellinger, please.

Just one

comment, please.

We're back.

What are you talking about?

We're exposed.

It's over. We're over.

Listen, I know

I said some things.

We all said-- Did things.

I'll be the first to admit

we all went

a little overboard.

But look where

it's gotten us.

Guys, we're

on the cover

of People magazine.

You can't buy

publicity like this.

[WHIMPERS]

Look out the window.

Look. And this is

just the beginning.

Yeah. Beginning

of the end, Harv.

We got the network news

on the front lawn.

First, we'll call

a press conference.

We'll deny all of

Randi's claims.

Then we will set up

the controversy.

Oh, Harvey. Would you hear

what you're saying?

What are you talking about?

Daddy, maybe it's time

to pack it in.

Quit?

We just hit

the big time.

We're mainstream.

Ah!

There are a lot of

reporters out there.

Hey. You two wanna quit? Fine.

Audrey,

upstairs. Now.

And don't forget...

I still got Ciro.

What do you mean,

you've got Ciro?

Uh, Dad?

I think I'm gonna be staying

at Nancy's for a few days.

Come on, Colby.

We're leaving.

No, no, no, no.

No, no, no, no.

You go out

there now...

it's all over.

Everything we built...

will be ruined.

It's already ruined, Harvey.

Now, move aside.

[]

What are you gonna do, Harvey?

Club us with the Tiki man?

Calm down,

Signore Bellinger.

Just calm down.

Come on, Harv.

Just hand over

the blunt object

before it winds up

in a police report.

[BOTH GRUNTING]

[SHRIEKS]

Oh, my God. Oh, my God.

CIRO:
Signore Bellinger.

Audrey. Audrey.

Harvey, stay away from her.

Stay away from her!

It wasn't my fault!

It wasn't my fault.

Jeez. Are you

okay, sweetie?

[GROANING]

[SHUTTERS CLICKING]

HARVEY:
Hold on! Wait!

I'm so sorry.

I'm so sorry, sweetheart.

You're not supposed

to go in there.

Okay. I'll call you

from the hospital.

Look, I'll be right over

as soon as I'm finished.

I love you.

Oh, sweetie.

What have I done?

Back off, back off!

Just back off, please.

[]

[SIGHS]

[SIGHS]

How is Audrey doing?

A-any news?

I can see that

you are really upset,

and I feel badly.

You know...

in my country,

we do not--

How do you say that?

We do not dwell

on the negative.

We celebrate

the positive.

There is so much

positive...

to be about.

[SPEAKING

IN ITALIAN]

We cook together,

eh?

Eh?

Eh? Eh? Eh?

F***er.

Son of a b*tch.

[BOTH GRUNTING]

F***er.

Wait, you're hurting me now.

You're hurting me.

Eh. I don't wanna fight.

I don't wanna fight.

[SPEAKING IN

ITALIAN] [SCREAMS]

Aah!

[BOTH SCREAM]

I like you.

Damn right,

you f***ing a**hole.

I like you.

I like you.

You motherfucking

Italian wife stealer.

You're crazy,

Signore Bellinger.

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