The Ranch Page #5

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-Sweetie, are you okay?

-Don't!

I don't know where to put this in my brain.

Every day, Mommy used to call

the airline to see when your plane got in.

Even when she was sick, even when

she was dying, she made me promise...

-to check if your flights landed okay.

-I'm sorry.

-I wanted to tell you so many times.

-Why didn't you?

-Evan doesn't know, does he?

-No.

-You have to tell him.

-I can't.

He's marrying you.

It's like you said, he is a nice guy.

Why do this to him?

And, my God, you saw his family.

His mother thinks

if you're a stewardess you're a tramp.

She would die if he told her.

I have a chance to be happy.

This isn't only about you.

-Beth Ann, I need you, don't--

-You're disgusting.

I hope nobody sees us.

I remember when I started here,

they said that they discourage....

What do they call it?

"lntra-house fraternizing."

Yeah, I guess "don't spit where you eat"

didn't sound classy enough.

Well, I wouldn't worry about it.

I kind of got an in with the management.

You're so pretty.

-How many of those have you had there?

-I mean it, you are.

-You know what you taste like?

-What?

Miller Lite.

Hey, did you know

that if a guy drinks a beer...

and then sleeps with a girl,

he can give her a yeast infection?

Taylor told me that.

-Em.

-What?

-Don't.

-Don't what?

It's not a work night.

-ln other words, don't be such a whore.

-I didn't say that.

I know.

I know you didn't.

I don't know

why I thought we could do this.

Come on, no, I didn't mean anything.

What, we're going to date...

and then you're going to watch me

take other guys to my room all night?

I'm going to say, "l need a Long lsland

lced Tea for my john back there"...

and that's going to be okay?

I don't know. Yeah. I'll make it be okay.

How the hell are you going to do that?

-I couldn't do that.

-I don't know. But I will.

Emily, I'm crazy about you.

I want to make this work.

You know what?

You are one of the sweetest,

kindest men I've ever met.

And, baby...

you deserve a whole lot

better than for your girlfriend to be me.

Busted.

Can I talk to you?

Yeah, come on in.

-Did I wake you up?

-No, I couldn't fall asleep.

I'm really sorry. I didn't think he'd find me.

At least, not so quick.

I'll pay for that lamp, the one you shot.

I bet that's the first time you ever heard that.

How's your lip?

Better.

Lucky we working girls got that rule

about no kissing the customers because....

Did he hurt you?

Before, when you were together?

All the time.

You sharing?

Yeah, I'll get you a glass.

Please don't fire me.

I know that's what you must be thinking

right now.

-Please.

-I don't know, Velvet.

It might not be safe for you to stay.

Safer than me being out on the streets

with him looking for me.

I mean, for everybody else.

Look, you can spend the night

on the couch.

-Mom.

-Honey.

-I heard talking.

-Everything's okay.

Ray, this is Velvet.

Hey, Ray.

Do me a favor. Get pillows

and a blanket from the closet.

-Why? She's sleeping here?

-Tonight.

-What, is this a whorehouse now, too?

-Just do what I asked you to do.

Go on.

It'll be more comfortable

with the pillows off.

Em, you going to the doctor?

-I'm sorry, what?

-The doctor.

-The vans are leaving in a little bit.

-All right.

Shayna's getting married today.

Couple of hours.

I know. I was just thinking about her.

Did you and Other David

have an okay time last night?

It's not going to be anything.

I thought it would be, but....

How do you do this job

and have a boyfriend or a husband?

Do you have to make up some stupid story

like Shayna did, is that the only way?

No, I don't think so.

Maybe you'll find somebody who gets it.

Who understands this, you know...

and who loves you for who you are.

The whole package.

Yeah, where the hell am I going to find that?

Beth Ann?

-I help to you?

-Yeah, thanks.

Could I ask you a question?

Because I need an objective opinion.

I'm getting married today, apparently.

There's something he doesn't know

about me. And it's something big.

And some people might think

I don't deserve to marry him.

But I'm not a horrible person, I'm not.

And, you know, people keep secrets

all the time, right?

What do you think I should do?

That's fine.

Thanks.

Good, Boris is here.

I could use more leather armbands.

-Let me get some cash, I'll meet you.

-Okay.

Tay, you coming?

-Not right now.

-Okay.

I felt funny waiting inside.

They said you'd be back soon.

-Do you have a few minutes?

-Yeah.

Kim, you got a second?

Velvet's looking for you.

She wants to say goodbye.

-What's she saying goodbye for?

-Why do you think?

-Where's Mary?

-Kitchen.

-What are the odds he'll come back here?

-Probably very high.

Okay, so we call the sheriff.

She's a TV star, it'll be good for business.

Kim, she got fired after one season

on a sitcom.

You know, it's not exactly like Halle Berry

showed up and asked for a job.

Halle Berry showed up and asked for a job?

Yeah, she did,

and I told her she could have your room.

-I thought you were coming right out.

-Mary's firing Velvet.

Come on, Mom, can't she stay

and play with us? Can't she, please?

I'm supposed to keep this place

safe for you.

Besides, how would I explain this to David?

Don't tell him about it, that's how.

You don't think Other David called him

as soon as he got out of here last night?

I can pretty much guarantee you

that didn't happen.

I'll see you out there.

Think about this.

Velvet had this life that was happy...

she was doing her show,

everything was working out for her...

and then all of a sudden,

that's over with and she's alone.

Do you have any idea

how horrible that must feel?

You mean like when my husband died...

and he left me and Ray all alone

with no money and no life insurance?

Yeah, I'm familiar with that feeling.

I'm sorry. Mary, I didn't know that.

-Any more trouble, she's out of here.

-Thank you.

-So this is your room then?

-Yeah.

It's cozy.

It's the accessories that really

make the difference, don't you think?

-Please don't make fun of me.

-I'm not.

This is difficult for me to ask you.

But I came here to ask, so....

Could you help me be better at sex?

I'm sorry?

I don't think I'm making my husband

happy anymore.

I'm scared that he might

look for someone else.

If he hasn't already.

And I thought, maybe,

you as a professional....

Of course, I'll pay you for your time.

Oh, no, was that a terrible thing to ask you?

You mean as opposed to, like,

asking for my special recipe for meatloaf?

I'm sorry, I had no business.

No, wait, hang on a second. Don't go.

You didn't insult me. It's flattering. Kind of.

-You're just catching me on a really bad day.

-Why? What's wrong?

Okay, here's the way that I figured it.

Chelsea's in school all day.

We talk every night,

and the week I have with her every month...

it's me and her, nobody else, that's it.

I thought that I could do this job

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