Obsessed Page #4
Yeah, that's right. She did.
Hank, this is awkward, okay?
If you're here to file a complaint
about her performance...
...you can save your breath.
Her agency called,
said she's not coming back in.
They already sent a replacement.
- Oh, yeah?
- Yeah.
They say why?
No.
Why, was there some sort
of problem?
Problem?
No. No problem. No problem.
I just thought she was way in
over her head, that's all.
- But if she already quit, then...
- She beat you to it.
Yeah.
- Was there anything else?
- No. Guess not.
- How's the new house?
- You know, couldn't be better.
- Tell Sharon I said hi.
- I will.
Actually, you guys should come by
once we settle down. Come by.
- That sounds great.
- All right.
- See you, Hank.
- Bye-bye.
- So?
- She quit.
- Seriously?
- Yeah.
Do you have a horseshoe
up your ass?
You are the luckiest bastard I know.
Looks that way.
Not a bad early Christmas present.
All right.
Thank you.
Thank you. I'm getting
all these gifts. Look at this.
Friedrich?
Hey, it's Derek Charles.
Hey. How was your Christmas?
No, mine was great.
I had a great time with my family.
No, I'm in the office working
for you right now.
Absolutely. That's what we do.
That's what we do.
Hey, you take a look
at that prospectus for me?
I told you.
Yeah. No, I think we're gonna have
a great New Year.
Baby, it's after 3?
That's the last time I'm celebrating out
on New Years.
Next year, we'Il celebrate at home.
Just you, me, and Kyle.
Aren't you gonna get that?
No. It'll wait till the morning.
What if it's Ganz with the approvaI?
It's noon in Munich. Go on, lazy.
Ganz?
No.
What was that?
Nothing. I just gotta get a
new spam blocker.
And then Joe was like:
"Oh, we're not drinking. This is a
retreat. We're gonna stay sober.
Do some bonding. "
If Joe said that, he must've
been drunk at the time.
Right? So I'll call you later
and check on you and Kyle.
Okay.
Whoa, whoa, whoa, lap dance. Lap
dance. Who brought up lap dance?
This is- This is a business retreat.
This is work.
We are clocked in.
Unless it was Joe's idea.
Well, it's a brilliant idea,
so it must've been mine.
All righty. Well, then,
let's see a show of hands...
...of who wants to see
some hot, oily breasts...
...being jammed into their faces?
Derek, are you in?
I'm a married man.
- I don't have to pay for it.
- You're paying.
- You just don't know it yet.
- Hear, hear.
- Excuse me, sir.
- What's this?
A dirty martini.
- No, I didn't...
- It's from the lady at the bar.
I do have to say I'm kind of a fan
of the waitress staff around here.
We should hit one of those clubs.
Derek, are you okay?
Yeah. Yeah, I just thought I saw
somebody I know.
Somebody you know,
or somebody you'd like to know?
He can't be tempted.
Can't blame him.
Too scared of Sharon.
Speaking of Sharon, I said
I'd call her. I'll be right back.
Hey. Hey, babe.
How's the male bonding?
As you can guess,
everybody's wasted.
In about half an hour, I'll be able...
Derek, are you there?
Wait, I think Kyle wants
to say good night.
Derek, are you still there?
- Babe, I gotta call you right back.
- It'll just take a second.
- Say good night to Daddy.
- They're calling for me to come back.
- Honey, I'm gonna call you right back.
- Derek?
Derek?
Was that Sharon?
I can always tell from
the pained look on your face...
...when you've been talking to her.
How did you know I'd be here?
What's wrong? You don't look happy
to see me.
I'm not happy to see you.
What are you doing here?
You said that you would
never jeopardize your job.
That's why I quit,
so that we could be together.
You misunderstood me.
I'm married, happily married.
There wilI never be us...
...together, ever.
You're worried what Joe and Ben
might think.
I'll tell you what they'll think.
They'll think that we arranged it
and we did.
What are you talking about?
I see what you're doing.
One of us has to take charge,
and I guess that's gonna be me.
So you go back and you say your
good nights to the boys, and...
...I'Il be waiting in my room, 610.
I'm not coming to your room.
- You want me to come to yours?
- You're sick.
- You need help.
- I know.
Help me, Derek.
You stay away from me.
- Sharon?
- Sharon?
It's Ben.
Dude, you done for the night?
No. I'm coming back.
Hey, come on, D, it's early.
Let's hit my room, plunder the minibar,
charge it to Joe.
No, I, I can't. That last drink
totally kicked my ass, man.
All right, drunky. Don't forget,
Joe's big rah-rah to the troops.
Yeah, 9 a. m.
Lightweight.
Out.
Baby.
No.
Does that feel good?
No.
Hush, baby.
No, please, stop.
Does that feel good?
Housekeeping.
- Sharon?
- Oh, sorry.
Oh, God.
Oh, sh*t.
Of course,
we here at Gage Bendix...
...have a couple advantages
over the competition...
...not the least of which is the fact
that we are privately held.
We don't worry about the transparency
required of public companies.
Thank God, I was thinking
of sending out a search party.
I'm sorry. I overslept.
You overslept.
The second great advantage
is that most of our clients...
...are high-net-worth individuals
more concerned...
...with preservation of capital than in
outsized gains in any single year...
You all know
how to read a bar chart.
What is important here
is putting your clients at ease.
One of the things I suggest
going forward in this difficult time...
...the credit crunch,
whatever you want to call it...
...is that they understand
that America is on sale.
Excuse me, sir, your wife is here.
- It's Sharon.
- What about her?
She's here.
Excuse me, Joe.
At any rate, I want to make sure that
you can go with confidence and say...
Here's your wife, sir.
I'm sorry I wasn't there
when you woke up. I went to the spa.
What are you doing?
I thought you'd need an excuse
to get out of there.
- You wanna get some lunch?
- Lunch?
Yeah, it's gorgeous outside.
I made a reservation-
Hey.
What do you think this is?
The morning after.
We didn't do anything last night.
You don't remember?
- Last night was perfect.
- Nothing happened!
Baby, not so loud.
It'll cause a scene.
A scene?
Right. That's exactly what we need.
- What are you doing?
- I wanna give you a scene.
I'll take you into Joe and the rest
so you can telI them all that-
- Why ruin this?
- There is no "this. "
Don't say that.
Goddamn it, come here.
What's wrong with you?
Why are you acting like a stranger?
That is exactly what I am to you, a
stranger, somebody you do not know.
Now either you go in there...
...and you tell them your lies,
or you leave me the hell alone.
Don't you put this all on me, Derek.
We both knew what we were getting
into from the very beginning.
What?
The first time we met in the elevator.
Our dirty martini.
The Christmas party.
You said that you wished you were
single so that we could be together.
No. No, I did not.
- You did! You said it!
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