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what's wrong with society.

- All the years we've been buddies?

- What the f*** are you talking about?

Don't try to change the subject here.

Do you realize every six minutes

a woman is raped in this country?

- I didn't realize. I'm sorry.

- You didn't realize. Why should you?

Why should you care? You're one of the

a**holes responsible for the statistic!

- Now, wait a goddamn minute--

- For what, Walt?

Foryou to rape some other poor,

innocent, unsuspecting female?

I was a virgin, goddamn you!

This morning, the body of Steven Brooks,

New York advertising executive...

was discovered floating

in the East River.

According to the police, Brooks

had been shot three times in the chest.

We'll continue to report on the facts

ofthis case as they unfold.

And, when we return, Ken L omax will

bring you the entertainment report.

Hello?

Oh, yeah. Yeah. Sure.

Well, who was that?

It was the police.

I gotta identify my body.

Sorry to do this to you, but apparently

you're his only living relative.

This isn't going to be very pleasant.

The body's been in the water for days.

God, I look awful.

Holy sh*t.

Jesus H. Christ.

- Miss Brooks--

- Oh, Higgins.

- The police came with a search warrant.

- What?

If they arrest you, please don't say

anything about the little redhead.

What makes you think

they're gonna arrest me?

They found your gun.

This whole thing feels

like a bad dream.

Are you really sure

that they can't trace that gun?

Not a chance.

You b*tch!

You planted that gun

in my apartment.

The gun's not registered!

They'll never trace it!

You killed me, Margo.

I'm not taking the rap for it.

What are you gonna tell them?

"You're not really a woman"?

-You're Steve Brooks back from the dead?

-I got you to believe me, didn't I?

They'll lock you away in a padded cell

and throw away the key!

You'll never find that one female

who's gonna get you into heaven.

How much money you got?

Three thousand.

It's in my purse on the bed.

Direct from New York to LosAngeles,

here at gate number one.

Miss Brooks.

Going someplace?

No, I just like

to hang around airports.

You're under arrest for the murder

of Steven Brooks.

You invited Mr. Brooks to the party.

Yes, but he never showed up.

She's lying!

- Your witness.

- When did you meet the defendant?

The morning after the party.

What did she tell you?

That she was Steve Brooks

reincarnated as a woman.

- What else did she tell you?

- That I shot him.

Who?

Him. Her.

- What else did she say?

- That God had sent him back.

- Would you mind speaking up, please?

- That God had sent him back...

and that he couldn't get into heaven

until he found...

one female who liked him.

- Him?

- Steve. Her.

But she was drunk.

No, I wasn't that drunk.

Do you swear to tell the truth, the

whole truth and nothing but the truth?

- So help me, God.

- State your name.

Steven Brooks.

It's been five months, Walter.

You gotta get me outta here.

I'm doing the best that I can.

- So how do you feel?

- How do I feel?

How the f*** do you think I feel,

Walter?

I'm gonna have a baby.

It's your f***ing fault. I'd like

to strangle you. That's how I feel.

Look I'm sorry. I don't know if you

recall, but you were very cooperative.

I simply do not choose

to accept that fact, Walter.

Drunk or sober, do you think

that for one cotton-picking second...

Steve Brooks would ever even consider

making love to another man...

Iet alone his best friend?

Steve Brooks? No.

- You still don't believe I'm Steve.

- I don't, and I'm gonna tell you why.

Three years ago, your birthday.

I sent you a little brunette.

- You called her Aztec.

- Hey!

Look, I don't know

how you know about that.

If Steve Brooks did get pregnant,

he'd have an abortion.

I nearly did.

Why'd you change your mind?

You're not gonna believe this, but...

there I was, lying on that table...

and I had my feet

in those stirrupy things...

and all of a sudden,

it just came to me in a flash...

that maybe the only reason I wasn't

roasting somewhere in hell was--

was because God wanted me

to have this baby.

That's the only reason?

And making

the Guinness Book of Records.

I don't know.

I guess you really are Steve.

- What's wrong?

- I don't know. Oh, God!

Dr. Gold to O.B. room 501, please.

How'd you know it was me?

Old Spice.

And you tiptoe louder

than Gregory Hines tap-dances.

Don't punch him.

I talked to the doctor today,

you know?

Oh, yeah?

What'd he say?

He's worried about you.

Says you got high blood pressure...

and...

diabetes.

I'm a big girl, Walt.

Cut to the chase.

He said that if you carry

the baby to full term...

that there's a possibility

that you might--

Die?

What about the baby, Walter?

Well, see, that's the thing.

He said that if you decide

not to have the baby, then--

Oh, no.

I'm having the baby, Walter.

Can we talk about this?

No, we can't talk about this.

You can't imagine what it's like...

to have a life inside you.

And it's growing, Walter.

It's moving.

It lives because I live.

And when I die...

there's a part of me that...

goes on.

It's a a truly amazing thing.

It is an honest-to-God miracle.

Which reminds me, you know...

just in case

what the doctor says is true...

you know--

How do you feel

about being a full-time father?

Great.

I knew you wouldn't

let me down, buddy.

Well...

don't you think

we ought to get married first?

Oh, yeah, yeah. Sure.

- I gotta get some rest here, Walt.

- Okay.

Good night, honey.

"Honey"?

Amanda, do you take Walter

to be your lawful wedded husband?

I do.

And do you, Walter, take Amanda

to be your lawful wedded wife?

I do.

The rings.

Oh, yeah.

With this ring I thee wed.

There ya go, Walt.

I now pronounce you...

husband and wife.

Mr. Stone.

Morning.

Walter,

I won't beat about the bush.

Your marriage has become

an embarrassment to the firm, so...

I'm going to have to let you go.

Well, I was gonna

quit anyway, Arnold.

See, I'm gonna become a father soon, and

it would really be an embarrassment...

for me to have to tell my kid

that I work for somebody like you.

Dr. Harrison to O.B. I. C. U.

- That's it. Hold on.

- Push!

- You gotta breathe a little.

- One more.

Yes, push.

That's it.

You're doing fine.

- That's it. Push. Good.

- No, don't!

You got it. Almost there now.

That's it. Very good.

Congratulations.

It's a girl.

Look.

- You know what, Walt?

- What?

I think she likes me.

- Something's wrong, Doctor.

- Get her B.P. Take the baby now.

What the hell's wrong?

She's not hemorrhaging.

- What's wrong? Amanda.

- Mr. Stone.

Somebody do something!

Wow. What a beautiful baby.

Yes, you did well.

Wish I could be there

and watch her grow up.

Oh, you can watch her grow up.

But in the meantime you have to decide

whether you want to be a male--

Or a female angel.

Oh, he y. That's a tough one.

Okay if I think about it

for a while?

I love you, Mommy.

Let's go.

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