The Loft Page #4

Am I right, Vinnie-boy?

Am I right?

Marty, you've lost us all.

I doubt that.

I doubt that, Vinnie-boy!

Okay, first of all,

sorry, baby.

I would just get a little one-bedroom

condo, or something like that.

God damn it!

Wow. You all right?

Mimi, your husband tends

to talk out of his ass

when he's been drinking.

Yeah?

Come on. There we go.

Hon, would you give me a hand?

Sure.

Sorry. Didn't know

you were in here.

No problem. Ate too

much too fast, I guess.

Thai food, you know. Yeah. It gets

all up in your nose and sh*t.

Yeah.

It's a little spicy.

Yeah.

I'm out of here. Bye.

I need to pick

up some more insulin.

Luke? ls there something

you wanna tell me?

Are you keeping secrets?

What kind of secrets?

Is there someone else?

I don't know why you start

asking me silly questions,

but the answer is no.

I'm not cheating on you, Ellie.

That's not what

I'm asking, Luke.

I'm asking if

there's someone else.

Listen, sweetie.

Whatever I may be,

or may not be

and I know I'm not

as glamorous as some

but I'll always

be there for you.

And the children.

I don't know what

I'd do without you.

I want you to know there's

a lot I could put up with.

What are you doing?

We need to get her out of here.

How?

She is shackled to the bed!

Can't you guys

see what's going on?

Someone is trying to frame us!

Who?

Who wants to frame us?

I don't know.

But think about it.

The body's cuffed to the bed.

It's impossible to move.

The Latin, the knife. Someone

did this for a reason.

Hell, the cops could

be here any second.

But none of us

know who this girl is.

We don't even know

how she got in here.

Who else knew

about the arrangement?

Who else knows

about our arrangement?

Did anyone blab? Tell one of the

girls that have been up here?

Marty?

What? Why me?

Some night you

were hammered, maybe?

I've always followed

the rules, Vincent!

Did you give anyone your code?

Did you key in while

someone was watching?

Absolutely not!

I just told you.

All right. Wait. What's

your point, Vincent?

Where you going with this?

Someone is trying to set us up.

Like who?

I don't know.

A rejected girlfriend, a jealous

boyfriend, betrayed husband,

someone with a motive.

Look, is one of you guys

in some kind of trouble?

I think I may be

falling in love with you.

You don't have to say that.

No, but I mean it.

Why would you say that, Chris?

Why would you even feel it?

I've never

cheated on my wife before.

And I don't fall

in love easily.

Chris,

I don't want you to love me.

You don't even know me, apart

from these stolen moments.

I mean, they're

exciting, yeah, sure.

But they're just moments.

Let's change that.

I wanna see you more often.

Chris, please...

Not just for this.

No, stop it.

I don't want you to love me.

Well, I don't wanna

keep sneaking around.

I'm gonna tell Alison about us.

No, you're not.

Yes, lam.

Anne.

I'm gonna leave her. Stop it!

Why are you doing this?

The people you love,

they're the only

ones who can hurt you.

I would never hurt you, Anne.

Stop.

Stop what? I don't know what

you're talking about. Would you...

Stop it, okay? You don't know me.

Okay? That's the end of it.

Well, would you give

me a chance at least to...

I'm a whore.

All right?

What?

I'm a prostitute.

I f*** men for money.

Do you get it now?

Don't worry, Doctor.

I won't bill you for

the past few months.

Please, Anne, would you...

Chris...

Would you wait a minute?

Please. Stop it. You don't

know the half of it.

All right?

Just go home.

Go home to your

wife and your kids.

Is your friend Chris Vanowen

cheating on his wife, Mr. Landry?

Oh, I doubt that.

Chris is a very

devoted husband and a...

And a model dad, just like all

the rest of your pals, right?

Except for you.

You're not exactly squeaky

clean, are you, Marty?

Um, I don't know what you mean.

Why does your wife

want a divorce?

Divorce?

What we're going through, uh, separation.

It's a trial separation.

Why?

Um, because she

found out something

that she wasn't

too happy about.

You f***ed around on her.

If you wanna be technical.

How'd she find out?

The woman with whom I...

F***ed around?

Yeah.

Well, apparently expected

something a little more

and she showed up

on our front porch.

The b*tch started to...

The woman in question

started saying things.

And my only hope is that Mimi

will come around eventually

because I love her very much.

Did you go with

this woman to the loft?

What? No.

This happened in San Diego.

That's where you met the woman, right?

In San Diego?

Yeah.

Why were you there?

A commercial real

estate convention.

Vince had a couple of extra

tickets, a VIP thing.

You know, a couple nights

in a fancy hotel

and a chance to get

away for a couple days.

And nights.

Yeah. Nights, too.

Man, do you see that?

Jesus, Vince. Those girls

are drooling all over you.

Invite 'em over.

You got first dibs.

I'm happy with

second best, too.

- He's cute.

- See him?

I'll take

a rain-check on that.

What? Are you f***ing crazy? Why

wouldn't you invite them over?

'Cause, Marty,

I'd rather dive for some

rare and exotic sea creature

than shoot fish in a barrel.

Does Barbara know about these

deep-sea expeditions of yours?

What, are you kidding me?

Yeah. What's your

problem, Seacord?

You got a key to the loft. What

do you do up there, your laundry?

Dishes?

Hey! Are you guys here

on business, or what?

I'm Dana.

My first time here.

It's a little overpriced for

what you get, don't you think?

Hi, Dana. I'm Vincent.

This is Marty, Luke.

Can we, uh, buy you a drink?

Hey, when I said overpriced, I

wasn't trolling for free booze.

No...

I mean, I didn't think...

Well, since you asked,

what are you drinking?

Ooh, champagne?

A girl can dream.

Champagne?

Please.

All right.

One champagne coming up.

What are you doing? The fat chick's

gonna scare off all the hot chicks.

Marty. Every fat chick

has a good-looking friend.

Hers is probably on her

way down right now.

Okay, yeah. Well, what if she

is the good-looking friend

and the really fat chick's

on her way down?

I think that's Philip's

father-in-law.

Oh. Yeah, it is.

I'll be.

That's the Man of Steel, all right.

But that ain't Mrs. Steel.

Think we should give him a key?

Maybe. Not mine.

I'd like a bottle of your finest

champagne and four glasses, please,

for the table in the corner.

You, uh, were at

my daughter's wedding.

Philip's friends.

You're the architect.

Vincent Stevens.

We should talk sometime,

Mr. Stevens.

Sure. What do you

got in mind, Mr. Fry?

We have a new

waterfront project.

It's massive,

it's cutting edge.

It might be

right up your alley.

Of course,

it's all preliminary.

We have to keep it under wraps.

I hope you can be discreet.

Sure.

Discretion, Mr. Stevens.

That's the main thing.

A word to the wise.

You are wise?

Yeah. Sure. Wise, uh...

Wise and discreet, Mr. Fry.

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