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I just know which way to bet.|It's like being connected.

It-lt's like knowing something|that no one else knows.

- God, I wish I could describe|the feeling to you.|- You don't have to.

- Hey, how did it go?|- What?

The audition.

Hmm. Did Jane Duncan call|after I left?

Jane Duncan? No.

When you were on the phone|and I was getting ready,|did anybody try and click through?

- I don't know.|- They were trying|to call me not to come.

Because they decided to go with a|lottery official instead of an actress.

I sat there for an hour looking|like an idiot before somebody told me.

I'm sorry.|That must have been awful.

- There's the stand.|- Did you at least remember|to get my plane ticket?

Yes and no.

- What the hell does that mean?|- I did remember, but I didn't get it.

- Michael, this audition|has been planned for months!|- I got you something else.

- Julie's expecting me!|- I got you something else.|I got you something else.

- What? What did you do?|- I'll give you a hint.

We don't have enough|to fly to L.A.,

but you could|drive there in style.

What?|That's mine?

- Michael...|- You hate it, I'll take it back.

- Wait.|- Uh, if you like it, we'll keep it.

- You make me really, really mad.|- Ooh, careful!

Careful, it'll come off.|Ooh, ooh, ooh.

Oh, I don't know,|about 45 minutes.

Forty-five minutes?|What do you think went on in there?

I don't know.|I wasn't inside.

You don't have to be|inside to figure it out.

- Look, I gotta trust her.|- Michael Chambers, line 2.

- Michael Chambers, line 2.|- You're either very smart|or very stupid.

I can't figure out which.

- Hello.|- It's me.

He proposed.

Christ.

Christ.

What did you say?

I pretended I wasn't|expecting it.

I said I needed time.

This is my problem:

When I think about|trying again with you,

I have no idea if it's a moment|of strength or a moment of weakness.

Do you remember|the last time we went away?

- The conversation we had|in front of the fire?|- Yes.

I don't want to be on the outside.

It's too painful.

I won't make that mistake again.|I promise.

What do you think would happen|if we went away for the weekend?

I don't see how we can|resolve this any other way.

We could go back|to Whispering Pines.

We could do that.

We had a good time there.

What about Tommy?

I'll pick you up|Friday at 6:00.

- Can we take my car?|- Yeah, we can take your car.

I forgot.

Suddenly, Friday at 6:00|seems like a long way off.

It's only two days.

- All you have to do is say no.|- No.

The mobile customer|is away from the phone...

or has traveled beyond the service area.|Please call again later.

- Rachel around?|- Nope.

- What about Tommy?|- Nope.

It's sort of important. We were supposed|to hook up, and she never showed.

- Don't know where she is?|- Everybody got in a car and took off.

- Where to?|- Uh, Vegas, I think.

- Rachel too? You're sure?|- She's hard to miss.

Michael.

Hi. How are you?

- Good. I had a feeling I'd see you.|- Yeah, me too.

- Hi, I'm Deborah.|- Hi. Michael.|- I'm sorry.

Listen, I'm sorry.|I-I gotta run.

- Oh. I'll talk to you soon?|- Yeah.

- Still have my number? You're sure?|- Yeah.

It was nice to meet you.|I'll speak to you soon.

- I gotta go.|- Bye.

- He'll call.|- What do you want?|You met the guy on a bus.

Have you seen David lately?

Not since you and Ed|got divorced... married!

I'm sorry.|Excuse me.

Michael, when you get to be|my age, you realize...

sometimes the planets|just don't line up.

And there's nothing|you can do about it.

Of course, sometimes|they do line up.

And there's nothing you can do|about that either.

Hi, this is Susan Crenshaw.|I'm not in right now,

but if you leave me a message,|I'll call you right back.

- Hi, this is Michael Chambers.|I'm sorry to call so late...|- Hello!

- Oh, you're there.|- Yeah.

- I just didn't feel|like talking to anybody.|- Okay, bye.

No, I didn't mean you.

What are you doing?

Sittin' around.|What are you doing?

Sitting around.

Are you with me?

Yeah.

I feel like you're somewhere else.

I feel like I'm|in an ad for fine wine.

But it's nice,|really nice.

I like to be close.

This is close.

This is close to you?

Isn't it?

- You're not very present tense.|- Wh-Wh...

Is that like|an acting thing?

I love you.

- Mmm. That was nice.|- Mmm.

There's somebody else,|isn't there?

- Sort of.|- Sort of?

Where is she?

I don't know.

There's what you want|and there's what's good for you.

- Uh, they never meet.|- They never meet.

Except for my mother|and stepfather.

Maybe they think they're|wrong for each other.

Nah, they're too old|for that sh*t.

Then why do anything|with anybody?

Because anything|is better than nothing.

The idea that you think you make sense|is really terrifying.

Yeah, I know.

- Have a nice day, Michael.|- Nice seein' you.

That the last of it?

- That the last of it, Michael?|- Yeah. Listen.

Give me two minutes.|I gotta use the bathroom.

Michael?

- Oh, hi.|- Hi.

- How are you?|- Good. And you?

Good. Did you|just get here?

- No, just on my way out.|- I have to go downstairs|to meet a delivery.

Great.|I'll go with you.

Later they find out that Bob,|this manager, is letting|this new guy fill the ATM...

without having the second person there|with the offsetting key.

Which you're not supposed|to do, obviously.

It turns out this guy|was stealing money...

and splitting it|with Bob.

- A little office intrigue.|- Yeah.

- Hello. Susan Crenshaw?|- Yes.

I need you to sign.

This is for you.

- Here you go. Bye-bye.|- Bye.

So.

Oh. Yeah.

- Back to work.|- All right.

Take care.

- Rachel in tonight?|- Haven't seen her.

Hey, I need three scotch waters,|dirty Tanqueray martini up,

two Rolling Rock|and a Red Stripe.

I'm trying to get a message|to Rachel. Is she here?

Tommy's wife?|Yeah.

Tommy's wife?

Right.

Tommy's wife.

- Yeah, she's in back.|- Do me one small favor,

and the other half...

is yours.

- Call it.|- It's my club. That's what I call it.

Hey.

I-I put it down right in front of her,|and she wouldn't look at it,

- so...|- Thanks.

Yeah!

Ow! Loser racks.

Whatcha readin' about, hon?|Tit jobs?

Yeah, I'm thinkin' about having|one put on my forehead.

Ooh.

Could be interesting.

- What the hell is this?|- What?

What the hell is this?

I don't know.

- Are you rolling this guy|behind my back?|- Tommy.

I swear to God I have no idea|how that got there.

That's all that happened,|Tommy, I swear.

See?|I didn't ask him to come here.

If he bribes her to take me a note,|I can't control that.

- Tommy, I just...|- Get out of here!

- If you want him out of the club,|keep him out.|- You bet I will.

If I find out you're seeing him, I'll|make the both of you very uncomfortable.

Why "uncontested"? You could've|hit her with the rug salesman.

- No point. She'd only|been seeing him a few weeks.|- That the last one?

Yup.

But if you get adultery,|you can slip out on alimony.

- Didn't want to get into all that.|- He'll never make it.

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