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Do I actually look that...

Desirable?

Does that surprise you, Emily?

Is that so bad?

To want someone so much that|you're willing to pay for it?

What are you trying to say?

That this is infinitely...

more exciting.

To who?

To you.

To me.

And if you didn't|want to play, Emily...

you wouldn't be here.

You don't touch...

so you're touching through me.

You don't feel...

so you're feeling through me.

Is that it?

I can't begin to tell you|what I'm feeling right now.

Show me.

I'm not going to hurt you.

It's OK.

So beautiful.

So unbelievably beautiful.

I told you if I had to,|I'd bring him back on a leash.

I don't think she gets it.

Just kidding, sweetheart.|A joke.

Thought you'd be amused.|Elliot Costa, Emily Reed.

Elliot, watch my lips.

As we speak, my investors|are flying across the world...

to sign this thing.

I'm planning a big celebration...|dancing girls, bands, the works.

Now either we close|this motherf***er today...

or I'm out of here.

Am I making myself clear?

Hope you got a good night's|sleep. You're going to need it.

Word has it Elliot's brought in|a couple of hotshot lawyers...

from New York to help him close.

But he's already agreed|to all the major points.

They always have something|up their sleeve.

If they didn't,|I wouldn't need you.

So tell me about Wheeler.

What's your impression of him?

Say the first thing|that comes into your mind.

Strange.

I didn't think he was your type.

Flavio, the minute|this has wrapped...

find Roberto,|close on the old hotel.

Give them what they're asking.

I don't care what it costs.|Get it done by tonight.

Here they come.

Fancy meeting you fellas|so far from home.

Jerome McFarland, Fred Davis...

meet Juan Lopez|from our local office...

and Emily Reed,|your worthy opponent...

not that I'm anticipating|a battle.

Mr. Davis, Mr. McFarland.

I know you.

Now, we know each other,|don't we?

I don't think so.

I'd like to open up by saying...

that my discussions with Elliot|have been quite specific...

and the agreement we reached|suits me just fine.

In the interest of time...

if you gentlemen|have no objection...

I'm willing to go with it.

So, McFarland,|do we have a deal?

I wish I could|accommodate you, Claudia...

but after closer scrutiny,|I think there are...

a few fine points that|really need to be discussed.

Would you care to elaborate,|Mr. McFarland?

It's occurred to me|that when this is all over...

my client's|going to be out of a job...

and that's a tremendous waste|of valuable manpower.

When you could, for example...

keep him on|as a consultant liaison...

between the new owners|and the local subcontractors.

Now, I think|a starting salary...

of 350,000 a year might be fair.

You seem to be forgetting|that it was Mr. Costa's...

inability to handle|the subcontractors...

that got him into this trouble|in the first place.

I'm not forgetting, Ms. Reed.

I'm not forgetting anything.

Now, we all make mistakes.

Mr. Costa has learned from his,|I can assure you.

We got 'em.

Relax, man.

So that's it?|That's all of it?

You f***ed the guy.|You went to bed with him.

I think I should withdraw|from the negotiation.

Are you kidding?

Just when the fun is beginning?|This is what I dream of.

He wants to play games?|Just watch this.

Chin up. Come on.

Please excuse my associate,|fellas.

You all have wives.

You know how crazy we get|at certain times of the month...

and with the full moon|and being so far away from home.

You must be used to that,|Jerome.

I'm talking about|being on the road.

Must be hard on Cynthia.

Since her father made you|a partner in the firm...

you've been traveling a lot.

Last time I saw her,|she expressed some doubts...

but then she has the kids|to keep her company.

I must say...

I am looking forward|to little Jerry's birthday.

Tavern-on-the-Green again?

Haven't you ever wondered what|it would be like to be a guy?

Don't you wonder what|it would be like to be Wheeler?

For just fifteen minutes?

Come on, you can't tell me...

you weren't just|a little intrigued by him.

I didn't say I wasn't intrigued.

I said I found him strange.

Strange...

interesting...

distant.

In total control.

I do.

I wonder what it would be like|to be Wheeler all the time.

Because then maybe|I'd understand...

his source of power over me.

I was hooked from the moment|I laid eyes on him.

He came in on a deal|I was having trouble closing.

Last money in, first money out.

He took us to the cleaners.|Didn't matter.

I would have given him|anything he wanted.

After that, he started using me|as a go-between...

on some of his deals.

And I started following him...

everywhere he went.

I even hired a private detective|to look into his past.

I don't mean to be rude...

but I'd rather not hear|about your personal life.

What if I was to tell you...

there's nothing personal|about it?

That he never touched me.

What if I was to tell you...

that he was an orphan|on the streets of Philadelphia?

He barely went to school.

That he stuttered so badly|as a child...

he could barely talk.

What if I was to tell you...

that my obsession for him...

grew so wildly out of control...

that I dressed up as a maid|and snuck into his hotel room?

And when he caught me...

he pretended|not to recognize me...

and he waited for me...

to make up the bed...

put a mint on his pillow...

and leave...

without saying a word.

The next day, a box arrived|with a beautiful dress...

and a note saying...

"If you enjoy dressing up,|why not do it right?"

And what if I told you|I'm really not interested?

What if I told you|that I dressed you up...

in that very same dress|and pushed you at him...

just to see|if he'd respond to you...

any differently|than he has to me?

Is there anything between you?

Well, then let's do it.

Do what?

Let's blow their minds.|It's carnival after all.

Let's go to the signing|as twins.

Absolutely not!

Thanks.

Sh*t! Something's wrong.|I can feel it in my bones.

Let's pretend we don't see them.

I can deal with just about|anything or anybody...

but not right now, not today.

Not two hours|before our signing.

Don't look at them.

If you look at them,|we're through.

Turn around, Claudia.

So, why the long faces?

Roberto found out|someone bought the old hotel.

Whoever he was paid him in cash.

I'm sure I'll be able to|find out who it was by morning.

Don't bother.

I have a feeling|I know who it is.

Did you buy the old hotel?

Why?

It's what I do.

What?

Use people to make a buck?

Don't you have enough?

No one ever has enough, Emily.

If you think...

that I am going|to let you piggyback...

on my deal with the Chinese,|you are mistaken.

I strongly advise you|to tell them.

If you don't, you're liable.|It's misrepresentation.

Just stay with me.|We'll work it out.

I'm begging you.

It's show time.

Chin up. Come on.

Let's go.

Mr. Chin would like|to express...

how delighted he is|to add a place of beauty...

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