The War of the Roses Page #3

- But that won't interfere with my duties.

- Well...

That's great. I'm happy for you - really.

- So, do I get the job?

- The fact is, Susan, I don't need a live-in.

This was my husband's suggestion.

I have raised two kids on my own

and now they're about to go off to college.

- They were both accepted at Harvard.

- Mm, that's a nice school, too.

Thanks.

So anyway, it'll just be

Oliver and me here at home.

Although I am getting going

my own catering business.

But let's face it,

I don't need to work for the money.

And that does not make me one of these

women who is married to a successful man...

..and has dedicated her life

to him and her children...

..and then has to validate herself as a human

being, because her children are leaving her,...

..by studying photography

or opening an art gallery...

..or going into interior design

in her husband's office. No!

I have a wonderful house,

crammed with beautiful things.

I did this house myself. I did a great job.

Not that I am necessarily

a slave to materialism. No.

But I am proud

of what I have accomplished,...

..although I suppose some people find my life

disgusting. Disgusting is too strong a word.

No, I would not say that many people

would respect the choices I have made,...

..although women would. Women like me.

But then I don't care what they think

because I can't stand who they are.

What I'm trying to say, Susan,

is that I don't need a live-in.

Well... thanks for the interview

and good luck, and God bless you.

I would like you to understand...

..that, if I were to hire you,

my life would probably change.

you would be this new element in the house.

-

Well...

Let me show you where your room is.

Hey. Hey! Hey, Bennie. Dumb dog.

Hey, Bennie!

- Come on. Let's see if he'll go for it again.

Bennie! Hi-yah!

Yeah, dumb.

-

Oh, the Bennie boy.

The Bennie-Bennie-Bennie boy. Yes.

He's the best boy. He's the best boy!

We love our good boy.

He's a good boy! We love our Bennie boy.

Yes, a pretty dog! He's a pretty dog!

-

Rose residence.

- Susan, is that for me?

- It's for Josh.

- Are you expecting a call?

- Jason Larrabee said he'd confirm lunch.

I'm trying to land him as a client.

The word around town is he's up

for a Cabinet post. I wish he'd call.

He will.

Did you get a chance

to look over that contract for me?

- What contract?

- On the consulate luncheon I'm doing.

- Oh, yeah. No, but I'll read it this weekend.

- OK.

No. No, not OK.

I have to sign it tomorrow. I gave it

to you last week, but it's probably fine.

- I'll read it now.

- Oh, no, don't bother.

No. Get it.

Sure.

What? What is it?

It's a fly. Where'd it go?

On the fridge.

Stay upwind of him.

Aha! How about that?

Not bad, huh?

- I admire your technique.

Hello.

Mr Larrabee, hi. How are you?

No! No, no, it's not too late.

Could you hang on just one second

while I use the other phone?

Thank you.

Yes, sir. I'm looking forward to that, too.

No, no, no. Course you're not bothering me.

Lawyers, we never sleep. Heh-heh-heh!

I'm available to you, sir, 24 hours a...

-

Who left the appliances on in the kitchen?

It sounds like who knows what!

I must have hit some switches when I was

cleaning up. You know how that can happen.

I got great news.

Lunch is on tomorrow with Larrabee.

I'm gonna meet him

at his club in Philadelphia.

He's mine!

Look how crazy you are

about yourself right now.

- I'm sorry.

- Don't apologise.

I live with the assumption that all guys

owe an apology to the woman they live with.

You're so full of sh*t.

So, where's that little contract of yours?

Maybe I can up your price, huh?

Where is it?

- You sure it's all right?

- My fee's going up.

Better get me while you can afford me.

- I don't want you to read it.

- Let me have it.

I got you

and I'm not gonna let you get away!

-

Let me go.

Let me go! Let go!

Let go of it! Let go!

-

Ah, Jesus!

Whoo! Whoo, whoo!

- Ooh!

You think you're pretty strong,

don't you?

What the hell is wrong with you?

If you're with a woman for any length of time,

eventually you'll ask her that question.

If she doesn't answer, that's trouble.

And when trouble begins, it comes at you

from directions you'd never expect.

Oliver was a sitting duck.

I think you're gonna be

very well served by our firm,...

..especially if the rumours are true.

Well, there may be a Senate

confirmation hearing in my future.

- We could definitely be of help with that.

- Yes. Waiter... Ohh!

- What's the matter?

- Nothing. I'm fine.

- Could I have some more coffee, please?

- Certainly, sir.

Regarding your Senate confirmation,...

..it may not be a bad idea for us

to have your personal asset liability...

-

- Oliver?

Do you think you're having a heart attack?

- Call an ambulance!

- Wipe that stuff off his chin.

- Hang in there, Oliver.

- Call my wife.

-

You're doing just fine.

- Somebody called for the defibrillator.

- Right here.

How's it goin'?

You may be the only person

I'm doing better than.

The wife stabbed me in the stomach.

With a nail file this time.

- She's training to be a manicurist.

- Oh.

- They make good money, you know?

- I'm trying to get a doctor for you, babe.

They always feel bad after.

Mr Rose? I'm Dr Gordon.

This is my associate.

- Dr Hillerman. Jason Larrabee called us.

- How are his vital signs?

- We were here first.

- We'll be with you in just a moment.

Babes, take it easy.

Can't you see the guy's dying over here?

- Did someone call my wife?

- Yes.

I need to write her a note...

in case she doesn't get here in time.

- Let's get him to CICU.

- Jeff, let's go.

I'll get the pen back once we get there.

- Is my wife here?

- I don't think so.

-

Get me some pictures. Upper GI.

You're gonna have to swallow some barium.

But you'll like it. It's peppermint flavoured.

Nothing is more important

than the hors d'oeuvres.

That's where people

make their first judgment.

Perdname, seora. La seora Rose

ha recibido una llamada urgente.

- There's an urgent phone call for you.

- Oh.

Hello?

Oh, God!

Oh, my God! All right. I'm leaving right now.

- My husband's had a heart attack.

- That happened to my mother.

Don't worry. your luncheon's gonna

be terrific. Everything's gonna be great.

The x-rays showed an oesophageal tear.

It's commonly known as a hiatal hernia.

Right there.

The pain symptoms are identical to angina.

Stress, coffee, spicy foods, gas.

Your nerve endings get irritated. You know

what that's like. Not pleasant, but not fatal.

Could you get this hiatal hernia, say...

..by being squeezed

between someone's legs?

No.

- So I'm not going to die?

- Eventually, but not today.

-

Thank you.

- You can wait right here.

- Thank you.

Oliver! You're alive!

Yeah, it was something else.

It wasn't the heart, it was a rip. A tear.

You're alive!

- So what are you gonna do?

- Wait for Barbara to pick me up.

- I'll wait with you.

- Good.

Think we can get that nurse to come

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