The Loft Page #5

I'm in software. I can be

discreet myself, and wise.

I'll pick up their tab as well.

Well, have a nice

evening, gentlemen.

Sweetheart?

Sweetheart? Excuse me.

Hi, this is Anne.

Leave a message.

Who are you calling

at this hour?

No one, I was just

checking my voice-mail.

And what does

your voice-mail say?

That you're a lousy liar,

Chris Vanowen?

What are you talking...

ls something wrong?

You tell me, Chris.

Alison, I...

I'm going to bed.

Alison!

Excuse me.

That's not thinking.

It's called following

your dick around.

Okay, two kinds of articles

in Cosmo month after month.

One, men are pigs.

Two, how do I seduce

a pig to chop my wood?

- I don't read Cosmo month after month.

- Well, I do.

I don't...

Well, I do.

And I find it

strangely compelling.

You know what I find

strangely compelling? What?

Your eyebrows.

Lumberjack contest.

I can't leave you

alone for a minute.

Oh, Sarah.

It's been more like an hour. I mean,

thank God I've been subsidized.

Aren't you going to introduce

me to your new friends?

And that was

the first time you met her?

Yeah. That was, uh...

- That was the first time.

- Sarah?

Yeah, her name was Sarah.

Mr. Stevens, what

else happened in San Diego?

What do you want to know?

Everything.

I got another one!

No!

Shh. Keep it down.

Keep it down.

This is insane, Sarah.

You should never

dare a crazy woman.

Vincent, we should

probably go back.

Luke, lighten up.

It's okay.

Mmm.

Hmm.

So I got you the pool...

Now you have to keep

your end of the bargain.

Come over here.

Let's sit.

Yeah.

Whoa!

Whoa, whoa, whoa!

Come on. Don't keep us

waiting. Take it off.

Think I'm gonna be sick.

What? Vince's body's

not that bad.

Not Vince, the shrimp cocktail!

What? Dana!

Dana! Come back here!

Your turn.

No.

Take it all off.

Not bad.

Whoa!

Is this still

too scary for you, Luke?

Are you gonna join us?

I'm...

I'm fine right here.

But I need you, 'cause Vincent's gonna

try and make a move on me soon.

And if you're here,

maybe he won't dare.

Well, maybe

Vincent's not interested.

Maybe Vincent'd rather do laps.

That would explain

the last few hours

of casual but

meaningful glances

that each lasted

a second too long.

You like to play games, huh?

I do.

And I'll tell

you something else.

I'm better at it than you.

Can you feel me?

Most definitely.

Marty?

Marty, I need my room key.

Dude, I'm kind of busy here!

Don't stop!

Go!

Just do it!

You're scared, is what it is.

You're running away

from your feelings.

I don't want to say goodbye.

Do you have any idea what it's

like to really love someone?

I'm sorry.

What are you doing?

Throwing it away.

It's empty.

You were here yesterday,

weren't you?

Guys?

We gotta go to the cops. We're

not getting anywhere with this.

First, I think Vincent

has something to tell you.

All right, let's hear it.

What the hell?

Hello?

Who is it?

Who is it?

It's a realtor

who wants to come up.

Somebody listed

the loft for sale?

What?

Oh, Jesus f***ing...

Listed the loft?

She said she has an

appointment with a Deakins...

Sarah Deakins.

Who's Sarah Deakins?

Wait. Who the hell is

trying to sell our loft?

You know her, Marty.

What?

You know her, and so does Luke.

Sarah Deakins is

lying on the bed.

You guys, I promise, I've

never seen a Sarah Deakins.

That's not true.

You know her.

Why do you keep Saying that?

You met her in San Diego,

the last night, in the bar.

Remember? Dana's friend.

The last night? I was

wasted out of my mind.

The whole night's a blur.

Jesus!

Luke, you remember

her, don't you?

That's Sarah?

You remember Sarah.

You remember her, right?

Yes.

I remember Sarah.

But how was I supposed

to know that's Sarah?

Come on, guys!

What the hell's going on?

You guys turned her over and

looked at her face. I did not.

Yeah. I think

there's been a mistake.

We don't know anyone

named Sarah Deakins.

Marty, come on!

Who is it? Do we know her?

I don't know.

F***!

So, is that all you

wanted to tell us, Vince?

Or is there more?

I had a thing with her.

I brought her up

here a couple times.

But I swear on my kids,

I had nothing to do with this.

Would you just f***in' tell me?

Were you here

with her last night?

Were you the one

who let her in?

I broke up with her last night.

I swear she was

alive when I left.

It still doesn't explain

why someone listed the loft!

Something special

or just browsing?

Why don't you return my phone calls?

If you're dumping me,

at least have the decency...

Chris, how can I dump you?

There's nothing between us.

So that's what I mean

to you? Nothing?

Did you forget what I told you already?

Who I am, what I do?

No. I haven't.

It doesn't change

how I feel about you.

How many women have you

taken to that f***-pad

you share with your

four little buddies?

What?

Please, Chris.

Save it for some girl who'll

actually buy your bullshit.

Anne... No.

Wait! Wait.

You know I'm not like that.

Here.

I only need this

if I'm with you.

So you keep it.

If you wanna see me again,

you let me know.

Chris?

Um, what are you doing here?

Shopping for Alison?

Uh, no... No, um, I was

just here with a colleague.

Does your wife know you've been

sharing the loft with your pals?

I already told you, I'm not

sharing a loft with any pals.

I was there just once,

at a party,

when the building first opened.

Then you have been there?

A minute ago, you didn't even

know where the building was.

I never took anyone up there. I

thought that's what you meant.

Well, did you know the girl?

We met once in San Diego.

Are you aware that Mr. Stevens began a

relationship with her in San Diego?

That would

surprise me, frankly.

You didn't know? Isn't Vincent

Stevens your best friend?

It's so obvious what

you're trying to do here,

trying to turn us

against each other.

But guess what? I'm not about

to start trashing my friend.

Is it possible, Mr. Seacord, that you

were jealous of your best friend?

When he's nailing all

these beautiful women?

I am a married man. I'm not

interested in nailing women.

I'm not jealous of Vincent.

Oh, no.

I didn't mean jealous

of him, Mr. Seacord.

I meant jealous of the women.

Where do you get off

with an innuendo like that?

F***ing bastards.

Why are you so angry,

Mr. Seacord?

Vincent is my closest friend.

And he has been for years.

Yeah. Fine.

But your best friend

is selling you out as

we speak, Mr. Seacord.

You and the rest of your gang.

No.

Vincent would never sell out his friends.

You're full of sh*t.

A**hole.

What'd you call me?

You heard me,

you lying piece of sh*t!

I broke up with her

and I left! That's it!

Yeah?

After you cut her up with this, right?

Put the knife down.

Philip!

I didn't kill her.

Back off.

Why?

Hey, put the knife...

Put the knife down!

Hey, hey!

Back off.

The loft was listed in her name.

That's not a coincidence.

Someone's trying

to pin this on us.

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