Whatever It Takes Page #6

That's great. See if you can find | your face in there, okay?

Don't be a sh*t to your date, Ryan.

- Come on, let's dance. | - Mom, come on!

Shut up and dance with your mother.

You know, it's getting late.

- You're getting old. It's early yet. | - Is it?

Just a little fatherly advice, kiddo. | It's later than you think.

Gentlemen, the hour is nigh.

- What's "nigh"? | - I don't know. But I got to go find my date.

- No, no. Over here. | - I thought we were going to dance.

We are, we are. | No, we're definitely going to dance.

- What's wrong with you? | - This is bogus!

This sucks!

All these notes are for you, Maggie.

Oh, my God!

We don't care!

What in the...? Woodman!

I christen thee...

...S.S. Titanic!

Woodman! Get your ass off the stage.

Just get off...

Mayhem.

Get out of the way!

Go back to the limo. Women | and children first. Go! I'll meet you there.

Oh, my God! This is beautiful.

This is the best prom ever, Dad.

Oh, my God, my dress!

Brian!

Brian, help me!

Maggie!

Help!

What the hell was that?

I'm cold, Rose.

I'm so cold.

I'm sinking. Rose.

Jack!

Jack!

It's mayhem!

It's chaos! Nobody saw anything!

- You see anything, Matthews? | - No, sir.

I did!

He's the bastard.

He planned the whole thing himself.

You fink! They'll never take me alive.

- Let's get him! | - Never!

- Get your hands behind your back. | - Textbook take down, huh men?

Make sure you rough me up | in front of the honeys!

Hold up guys.

I got this one.

Thanks, man.

- I heard his father's in prison. | - I heard he slept with the school nurse.

- He's hot! | - He's fine.

Take me to the hotel, driver.

Someone's in a hurry for loving!

Chris...

...this night is | really important to me, okay?

It's important to me too.

Why don't you lie on the bed | and make yourself more comfortable?

Good idea.

This is it!

On your back, stallion!

Ashley, look. We got all night, right?

Yes, we do.

Why don't you wait here | and I'll go get us some champagne?

- Okay. | - All right.

Forgot something.

Hurry back.

Hey, do they have a jail | out here in the woods?

- Damn, these knots are pretty tight. | - Summer camp.

Oh, God.

Good girls go bad.

This isn't one of those games when you | give me a thirty second head start...

...and then hunt me down, is it?

Don't move.

I'm really slow and not very cunning.

I'm sure you'II have me | in 45 seconds tops.

Maggie?

Have you seen Maggie Carter?

Who knew you were such a freak?

I'm surprised you didn't.

You knew so many other | things about me...

...like my favourite movie.

Casablanca.

And my favourite book.

Nine Stories.

By the way...

...which one's your favourite?

Of the nine stories?

The long one.

Sorry, Chris. Wrong answer.

Carter, you're sort of | starting to creep me out here.

- There's just one more question. | - Okay.

How's it feel to be played?

What?

Smile now, prom date.

You know, Chris? | There's one thing you're right about.

What we do tonight is probably | how we'll be remembered.

- Hey Maggie. | - Hey, guys.

- Is that? | - Chris? Yeah.

Tell your friends.

Don't say a word. Just have me.

You do know that people | will be looking for me and...

This is really all Virgil Doolittle's fault.

Sure, I want to be a legend and all, | but hey...

I was just joking around. | Pulling a prank. All right?

You should really think about it.

Your future!

Yeah! Okay, I'll do that!

Thank you.

Maggie!

Maggie.

Maggie!

Maggie, I need to talk to you.

Lying and cheating weren't enough? | Now, you're breaking and entering?

Ow.

The prince ascends my balcony...

...looks deeply into my eyes | and says, "Ow. "

How romantic.

You didn't let me finish.

Ow.

That really hurts like hell.

But not near as bad as losing you.

Or knowing that I can't take it back.

I wish I could, Maggie.

You lied to me, Ryan.

You steered me right into that world.

Made me feel like I belonged.

You do belong.

You belong with me.

Talk is cheap, Ryan.

If there's one thing I've learned | from all this, it's that.

If I let you off the hook, | do you know how much you owe me?

I do.

The things I do for you.

Got your neck back for you, Gilmore.

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