- But can't we talk about it? - We have talked about it,
Gillian. - I know, but we don't have
to break up. - I told you,
I thought we should. [Look, I was just being honest
with you.] - But I'll change. I can change.
- My cab's here. I'm sorry, Gill, I gotta go.
They're sending me back to Estonia on another job. Listen,
I left some of your things here for you to pick up,
and when you do come by to pick them up, leave
my keys in the mailbox.
- Wait, Tony, please. That bastard.
(sigh) I'll teach him. (classical music playing)
I just came to say goodbye to the place, Tony...
one last time. Nice and ripe. That'll ruin the new-car smell. Like you know art, you phony! You want to cut ties, Tony? Great, me too. Great. (Music stops.) Damn you, you bastard.
I hate you. - Oh, hi, honey.
Did you get my message? I wanted you to bring something
home for dinner. (sigh)
- You should have called Beth. You know I don't have a car.
It's really hard for me to shop and take the bus. - Oh, I know, honey, but...
Good news. My heart rate has
finally stabilized, and the doctor says I can
go back to work in two weeks. - That is good news.
- What's all that stuff of yours? - Nothing.
- Did something happen with Tony? <i>- We have some of the most
high-tech webpages in the world.</i> Thank you. We've also
designed an algorithm that monitors the bounce rate.
- Bounce rate? - It's the percentage of
visitors that leave a site after
visiting just the first page. We monitor the bounce rate
and rewrite the webpages
in real time. Now, you sell home tools?
So, we have a program that monitors the weather, so
if in a major market where
the snow is falling, the program rewrites
their homepage to feature
snow shovels. The bounce rate tells us if the change has
been working. - It's about catching
the shopper on the first try and not letting him go
anywhere else for another offer. <i> - How's the search
for a new babe going?</i> <i> - Slowly.
- So? Keep looking.</i> It'll happen again. - Do you two ever stop
talking girls? - Only when we're with them.
- Oh, does that happen? - Ha! Wow. - Excuse me. - Score one
for your big sis. <i> - Mama's boy.</i> <i> No, thank you.</i> Ugh, you're like
a hundred years old. Redneck trailer trash. Too young. Let me guess: you have a lot of love to give.
Serial killer. <i> - Hi, I'm Andy Collins,</i> <i> and I guess I want
what every guy wants.</i> <i>I want a girl that's smart,
that's funny,</i> <i>uh, got a sense of style -
you know, not like</i> <i>a Paris model or anything,
but who looks good in jeans.</i> <i> Uh, well, yeah,
especially in jeans. And, um,</i> <i> you know, just someone
to laugh with.</i> - Hey.
- Hey, man. Don't tell me you finally found
someone interesting. - Well, I was browsing, and this one,
she seems special. - Yes, now you're back
in the game. (phone ringing)
(sigh) - [Gillian, could you please
come to my office?] Wow. You look nice. - Thank you, Doctor.
- Is that a new dress? - No.
- Well, have a seat. Mmm. You always smell so nice. I'm, uh, I'm planning our next weekend,
as soon as my, um, wife leaves town again. - Oh, that'll be fun. - It always is, isn't it? So... tell me, how's the, uh,
new car working out? - Oh, I love it. It's great.
Thank you. - Oh, don't mention it.
You earned it. - Hm. - So, I just wanted to, uh,
say good morning. - I have a lot of work
to do, so...
- OK. I'll see you later.
- Mm-hmm. - Great dress.
- Thank you. Fifteen million. Wow. "Arther Collins dies,
wife takes over." She's now on the board
of directors. Andy's vice president. What a beautiful family. Where is my black top? - Hey, Gillie. What's up? - I can't find a dress to wear.
I should have come to
your house earlier. - OK, you have so many things.
What about... what about this one?
- I tried this one 20 minutes ago.
- Well, can I see it on, please? - Sure, you'll see
how ugly it is.
- It's not ugly. - Can you zip me?
- Yeah, OK. - God, I'm so nervous.
- Don't be nervous. Let's see.
- OK. - Oh, God. No, you look
so hot in that. - Really?
- Yeah. - OK.
- So, uh, where's Tony taking
you that's worth all this dress? - Oh, it's not... Tony.
Didn't she tell you? I thought she would.
She has such a big mouth. - No, Mom was on the phone when
I came in. What happened
with Tony? - Oh, well, we... both decided
to part ways. - Oh. So, who's the new guy? - Oh, I don't want to tell you.
I met him online, and I really
don't want to jinx it. - Oh, come on.
You gotta at least have, like, a picture that you can show
your sister without jinxing. - All right. He's really...
he's really hot. This is from his profile. Look.
- Oh, yeah, he is hot. - Yeah.
- Wow. Yeah. So, are you sure you're OK
with the whole Tony thing? You don't...
want to talk about it? - No. I'm happy. It's just...
the only difficult part is
being here with her all day. - You don't want to try and find
a roommate again? Maybe get an apartment
somewhere? - Not after that last weirdo.
And I can't afford a place
on my own, not until I pay
all those stupid legal bills. Agh! You cheating bastard!
You said you weren't
gonna see her again! I'm gonna kill you!
- Get off me, you crazy bitch! That's it.
I'm calling the cops! - That is one reason
to appreciate Mom. I mean, she was there for you
throughout that entire crisis.
- OK, stop. Are you gonna
lecture me before a big date? - No lecture. Just... just me saying
good luck. - Thank you.
I have to go. - Oh, wow. Gillian, you look absolutely
beautiful. Where are you
going, exactly? - Beth can fill you in.
I'm running late. - Oh, well, let me get
a picture. You look so pretty.
- When I get back. I gotta go. (sigh)
- Well, if you're meeting up with a boy, shouldn't he be
picking you up? - I can give you
a ride if you want, Gillie.
- I have it taken care of. Bye. - When are you coming back?
- The later the better. - Could you at least
just let me-- - I know, Mom. I know. - Hi, Andy. I'm Gillian. (laughing) - She is always in such a better
mood when you're around. - Well, I can't take the credit
today. She's excited
about this date. - Yeah, she does seem to be
in that up cycle, which just makes me more nervous
about the down cycle, which is
sure to come. - I know. I've lived
through them with you. Mom, can I just make
a suggestion? - Well, sure, honey. - I know you do it
'cause you care, but just try not to ask her
so many questions. She feels it puts her
on the spot. I mean, just think about it.
You've witnessed all her
failures with guys. It's gotta make her feel
a little self-conscious
around you. - Maybe you're right. - Thank you. Gillian? - Andy.
- You are even more beautiful in person.
- Thank you. I guess you never know
with someone you meet online. - Yeah. Well, you pass
the walking test. Do I pass the talking test?
- I don't know. Your first few sentences are
all right. - All right, good. Um, can I get you a coffee? - Yes. I'll have
an espresso, please. - Sure.
- Thank you.
- Should we sit? - Yes, please.
- OK. - I never planned
on going back, but my family really wanted me
to join the company, and my sister's there too, so...
- I have a sister too. - Oh. Mine's eight year's older.
- What? Mine's exactly
eight years older. - Ha, that's funny.
Are you guys close? - Oh, yeah, definitely.
- What about your parents? - Oh, my real parents,
they're dead. My sister and I were
adopted. They died in a car crash
when I was little. - That sounds tough.
You were young. - Well, I never
complained much. I always tried
to remain an optimist. - You and your sister are
really gonna like it
here, Gillian. Well, I hope you do. And I hope we can be
a happy family. - You'll never be my mother!
Never! - Oh, Lord, let
that little girl love me. - I admire you. I still have my mother,
but I lost my dad too. - Yeah, I read that
on a website-- (She laughs awkwardly.) - Oh, somebody really
checked me out online. - I'm embarrassed. - But, yeah, I have
to give my mom credit. She's really taken over
after my dad's heart attack, and she's grown
the company, so... - Wow, strong woman. - What about your
adoptive mother? - Uh, she's in retail.
Recently she suffered
a mild heart attack. But she's recovering,
and hopefully she'll get back to work soon.
- A heart attack, that's scary. - It was.
(mother panting) - (weakly): Gill, call me
an ambulance. - [9-1-1. What's your
emergency?] - It's my mother. I think she's
having a heart attack. That's why I take care of her
every day. (cell phone ringing)
- (both): Oh. - Oh, I'm sorry, I--
- Yeah, sure. - Heather, hey.
- [Hey, I have a question...] - Can we talk later?
- [Sure.] - Thanks. Sorry about that. - That's fine.
I'm sure you're really busy. - Yeah, we're trying to land
this big account at work, and it can get a little hectic
at times, but I'm sure
it's the same for you. - At the OB/GYN clinic? Yeah.
I'm the accountant. Well, the business manager,
actually. - And you're taking courses
at Fairfield? I read it in your bio.
(She laughs.) - What? You looked at my bio?
I thought you only looked
at the pictures. That's funny.
- Yeah, no, that's mostly true, but, uh, sometimes you find one
that's smart and funny, and it's like winning
the lottery. - ♪ You're where I start
to lose control ♪ ♪ While all my fears fly
out the door ♪ ♪ 'Cause I was made for you ♪ ♪ And you were made for me ♪ ♪ Yeah, I know we skipped
a step ♪ ♪ And I am running
and I can't catch my breath ♪ ♪ In this moment,
it feels like a dream ♪ ♪ Yeah it feels
like make-believe ♪ ♪ Yeah, you're where I start
to lose control ♪ ♪ While all my fears fly
out the door ♪ ♪ 'Cause I was made for you
and you were made for me ♪ - A toast. To you, and to me, and my amazing good fortune for
meeting such an amazing girl. - Oh, is that how you see me?
Just another girl you met
online? - All right, there's gotta be
a better word. - How about woman?
- No, no. I am thinking more like...
vision. (She laughs.)
- I'll drink to that. - ♪ To see of where we've come
and you're mine now... ♪ (cell phone ringing)
(She sighs.) - You gonna get that? - Do you want me
to get it? You don't have to call me
all the time when I'm out. - It's not asking too much for
you to let me know if you're
gonna be out all night. - You should have known.
I was with Andy. - Ah, well, then I'm happy
for you - as long as
he treats you well. - Believe me, he does.
He has money. He's an internet marketing
consultant. He comes from a good family,
and they own the business
he works for. His mother runs it.
- His mother? Hmm, that's impressive.
- Yes, it is. She's super smart.
And his sister works there too. - Ah, how nice. Maybe we could
have him over here for dinner sometime.
- Yeah, maybe after you make a full recovery.
I would want you and this place looking a little more
presentable. - Mm. Do you really think he
cares about those things
so much? - It's what I care about
that matters! - Oh, my god! <i> - So, there's</i> this charity thing going on
Saturday afternoon, [at the museum downtown,
uh, if you feel like going.] - Uh, if you're going,
I'm down. - I'll probably be boring, but
it's to schmooze a client, so... - No, no, no, it sounds fun.
- [All right, I'll] pick you up.
Um, I just need the address. - Uh, it'd be easier
for me to meet you there, so just text me the info. - Yeah, but then afterwards
there'll be two cars. Just let me pick you up. - Uh... OK. I'll text you
the address in a bit. - OK. (sigh) <i> - OK, listen to me
very carefully, Zandy.</i> Don't touch a thing. I'm gonna
call my sister Barbara. She's gonna come over there
and take some pictures, [and then we'll decide
what to do from there.] - OK, Mr. Peterson.
- I'm gonna be here a little bit longer, but you did
the right thing by calling me. Guess I'll be seeing you again,
Gillian. - So, I booked our suite at the,
uh, Green Hills Hotel
with the Jacuzzi you like.
- Oh, Harris,
that sounds wonderful. - It, uh, it will be wonderful.
I promise. - But I just found out that my
mother and sister need me
this weekend. - They need you? Well, so do I. - It's to babysit my nephew. - Well, get a sitter. I'll pay.
- No, you see, the boy, he has some... issues,
and I'm the only one who can
deal with him. - You're disappointing me,
Gillian. - I don't want to. - Are you... happy with our arrangement?
- Well, yes, of course. - When it doesn't work out, it's not really
an arrangement, now, is it? You like your car? - Oh, yes,
it's a lifesaver. - A lifesaver... That kind of makes sense,
doesn't it? Since I'm a doctor? You know what? In a sense,
that's what you are to me - a lifesaver. But when you're
not available... it gets dangerous. - Well, I have a... Uh, I... (She laughs awkwardly.) ...I appreciate everything
you've done for me, Harris. - Then I expect you
to show me. (phone ringing)
- (Gill): [Bethany?] [I need a favour.]
- Sure, what is it? - [Well, Andy's picking me up
Saturday,] but can he get me at your place,
and can I sleep over
Friday night too? - Yeah, sure, that's OK.
- [Ugh, imagine] the impression he'd get
if he picked me up from here. - I think what matters most is
the impression he has of you,
Gillie. - That's easy to say
when you live in a nice house [and not a dump.]
- I'm just saying, if he likes you...
- [He does,] and I'd like
to keep it that way. - Wow, that looks great
on you. It's a Tomas Berrie,
and it looks like he designed it just for you. Oh, I left the blouse
in the fitting room. I have to think about it
a little more. - OK, sure, no problem.
Come back soon. - (Andy's mom):<i> So, Andy, you're
all set for the Calvanor event
tomorrow?</i> - Oh, yeah, I'll be waving
the company flag. - Do whatever it takes
to get him to sign with us. - Well, Gillian's coming,
so that should be good luck. - Who?
- His latest online achievement. - We met recently.
She is amazing. - Wow. So, when do we get
to meet her? - Soon enough,
don't you worry. - I've seen her picture.
I can vouch that she's pretty. - And she's a hard worker,
and she's an accountant, and she's taking care of
her mother, who recently
had a heart attack. - So, she must be special.
- Yes, she is. - Aww. My son. <i>- And you were clear with her
about that, right?</i> Just tonight and tomorrow?
- Just relax, Scott. It's not like she's moving in.
- She would if you let her.
- She just wants to get ready for her big date
and get picked up here. - Poor guy. Think we should
warn him what he's getting
himself into? - Hey, Gillie. - Oh. Uh, didn't hear
the doorbell. - Scott. If you... have something
to say about me, why don't you say it
to my face? - OK, I will. - The, um, pasta's gonna be
ready soon, and there is a salad there
for you if you like. - Thanks, Bethany. - Just this weekend,
and then I don't want
to see her here again. - Hey.
- Wow, you look great. - Thank you. So do you. - Thanks.
This is a nice place. - Thank you. Uh, my sister's out
right now, or I'd have you
meet her. - Oh, I thought you lived
with your mother. - I go back and forth right now
between here and there to take
care of my mother. - Oh. Lucky lady,
says the lucky guy. - Aw, he seems
like a really nice guy. - They always do. But she'll find some way
to screw this one up too. - Come on, Scott,
have a little empathy. - I do... for the guys. Especially the ones
that end up in the hospital. - (man): Andy, so glad
you could make it. - Ah, thanks for having us.
Paul, I'd like you to meet
my friend, Gillian Casey. Gillian, this is Paul Calvanor,
my soon-to-be client. - Oh, so nice to meet you,
Mr. Calvanor. - Oh, Paul, please. - Thank you.
- Thank you. Well, now I can say I finally
approve of Andy's taste in something other
than computer protocols. You're a techie too,
Gillian? - Uh, no. Um, I'm actually
the business manager to
a Dr. Harris Kohling. He has a big practice
downtown. - Smart kids, huh? High tech
and medicine. I've always said the two go together well.
- (Andy): Yeah, I'd like
to think so. you make more money selling
tools than you can id using them.
(Paul and Andy laugh.) - Yeah. You OK? - Oh, yeah. I'm just a little chilly. - Oh, here, use this. - Doty, you beautiful creature, come over here.
- Oh, no, I'll be back in a sec. - Andy, Gillian, you have
to meet this woman.
- Excuse me. - Paul, I'd love to,
but really I can't.
- Just take a second. Her husband's a banker friend of
mine. She owns her own business. - Hey, I'm not feeling well.
I need to go to the restroom. - (Andy): Really? What's wrong?
- (Paul): Doty, this is Andy
Collins and his date Gillian. - Nice to meet you.
- Hi. - Now, Andy, Gillian,
Doty's husband Eric is with Gamel & Sons, and today he's off
travelling to... - Uh, Bahrain, actually. Or somewhere in the Gulf. Someplace very hot
and very rich. (Paul chuckles.)
- Now, Doty owns a boutique over on 18th Street.
What's the name again, Doty? - It's Doty on Creations. Do you know it, Gillian?
- I don't believe so. - Hmm.
- I know Andy from work. He's a computer consultant
extraordinaire. - Well, you both certainly make
a striking couple. And, Gillian, you look
so familiar to me. What's your last name? - Casey. - Gillian Casey, huh?
Well, something tells me
I should remember that name. - We all will,
she's so beautiful. - Well, she certainly
is that. And what good taste. I mean,
look at this beautiful blouse. Where, oh, where
did you buy such a nice piece? - I didn't. It was a gift. - Oh, well, I think
it's fantastic. But you better be careful, or I might just try
to steal it from you. (all chuckling)
- Will you excuse me? It was so nice to meet you,
Doty. Andy, I'll be right back. - OK. - Oh, and don't worry,
sweetheart. I'll be sure to keep Andy entertained
for you while you're gone.
(Paul and Doty chuckling) Ah, she seems really
quite wonderful. - And she is wonderful. - That rich, spoiled bitch. - So, how long
have you known Gillian? - Oh, not long, really.
A few weeks maybe. - Ah, so you two are still full
of surprises for each other. (He chuckles.)
(cell phone chime) - Sorry.
- No problem. - Um, my apologies.
I have to go. Take care.
- You too. - You feeling better?
- Now that you're here. - Uh, Doty wanted me
to give you this. She asked where you work.
She expects you to come by. - You didn't give her
my number, did you? - Yeah, it's not a big deal.
- Ugh, that bitch. Sorry, I really
don't like her. So, what else
did you talk about?
- Nothing really. Online dating. You know how people are.
They think they're gonna meet
an axe murderer or something. - Well, I guess we're lucky. There are a lot
of crazies out there. Thank you. - Thanks for coming. - Thanks for
putting up with me. - Yeah, every minute was
pure torture. Uh, so if you're
feeling better tomorrow, maybe you can come
to my mother's place for dinner. You could meet her
and my sister. - OK.
- Uh, so I'll...
I'll pick you up here at seven? - Oh, tomorrow you said?
I'm looking in after my mother,
so I'll have to meet you there. - I'll text you
the address. - Yeah. - Hey! How'd it go? - Perfectly. Oh, my gosh. He wants me
to meet his family tomorrow. - Really? Oh, my god,
that is good. - I just have this really weird
feeling we'll move in
together soon. - Well, it might be a little
early for that, don't you think? - No. We're perfect together. - Gillie, just...
just take it slowly. You know? Don't...
overload it with too many
expectations. - Oh, you're right. - Come here. I just don't want
to see you get hurt. - So, are you gonna be here
for dinner, honey? Oh, and don't you look pretty.
That is such a great blouse. Gillian,
you're ruining it! - It's an overpriced rag.
I can't believe what
they charge for it. l <i>Airport. Please do not leave
your baggage unattended.</i> - This one on the right. (cell phone ringing) - Hey. I was just thinking
about you. I want to bring a dessert
for tonight. - You don't have to do that.
My mom and Heather, they'll have
something. Don't worry about it. - Come on, Andy, let me bring
something - a pie or a tart. - Uh, OK.
Everyone loves lemon. [Gillian?] [Gillian?] - Yeah... uh,
lemon something. - Yeah, all right. I'll, uh, I'll text you
my mom's address. - OK, see you later. <i> - So, Gillian,</i> who is the doctor
you work for? - Uh, Harris Kohling.
He's an OB/GYN. - Oh, sure, I've heard of him.
- He's a great guy. He's very friendly.
- How long have you
been with him? - Mmm, about two years.
It was my first serious job after high school.
- Good for you. Ambitious. - Well, and she's
his business manager.
- Really? That's quite the leap. - Yeah, well, I'm taking
a lot of online courses at Fairfield Business
Academy, so... - One of our accountants, Roger, went there.
That's a good program. - When will you graduate?
- Um... not for quite a while. I also take care of my mother.
She takes up a lot of time. - Very commendable.
- What exactly happened with her,
if you don't mind me asking? - She, uh, had a heart attack,
I believe. Right? - Yeah. She gave us all
quite a scare. But, um... she's doing
a lot better now. and hopefully she'll be
back to work soon. - Thanks to your help,
I'm sure. - Your mom and sister
are so lovely. - Kind of like
my girlfriend. So, I have an idea. How about a road trip
this weekend to Baltimore? - That sounds fun.
- Yeah?
- Yeah. - And we can leave
Friday after work? - That'll be great.
- Yeah? I hear the seafood is amazing.
- Yes, but how was
that lemon tart? - It was sweet and perfect,
just like my girlfriend. - So, what do you think,
Heather? Score one
for online dating, huh? - Well, she's pretty,
seems smart. But everyone has
a dark side. - Now, now,
don't be so cynical. - Sorry. Ex-husbands can
do that to you. (Both laugh.) - Oh. Oh, I, uh...
I didn't hear a car drive up. - You must have been sleeping.
Andy just dropped me off. - Oh. Well,
you seem in a good mood.
The night must have gone well. - Oh, his family is so great.
And their house is
like a palace. - Mmm, that sounds nice. Maybe we could return the invitation, have them
come over and meet your family. - Maybe we could have a dinner,
but at a restaurant or
Bethany's house - you know, somewhere
to make a GOOD impression. (knocking on door) (sigh) - I've got something
I want to run by you. - I'm a little tired
right now. - It won't take long. Next week,
when I go back to work, I'm gonna have a little more
money coming in. - A little more money for all
the bills we have to pay? - Yes, but I've
been thinking. Um, neither one of us is happy
with our living arrangement, so I thought maybe we could
get you a place on your own and I could help you out
with a security deposit. - So you're kicking me out?
- No, no, not at all. Stay as long as you want,
but you said you'd be happier living on your own, and I don't
want to be in your way. - Or maybe I'm in your way.
- No. - I can't believe this.
I come home in a good mood, I even consider
you meeting Andy, and you're throwing me out
on the street.
- No! No, I like having somebody here.
- So you can have someone
to talk to. You've thought about renting
this room out, haven't you? - That has nothing
to do with it. - Liar. If I weren't here,
you would rent this room
out, wouldn't you? - Well, of course I would.
I still need help with the mortgage. Gillian!
Let me go. - You have never wanted me here.
Only Bethany. The only reason you adopted me
is because they wouldn't
separate sisters. - That's not true.
I have always loved
both of you. - Oh, I'm gonna go, yeah,
I'm gonna get out of here. But I'm going
when Andy takes me away. (phone ringing) - Accounting.
Gillian Casey. - Hello, Gillian.
It's Doty Young here. [You looked so lovely
in that blouse, my dear,] [but it's time to pay up -
by Friday.] Otherwise, your boss
and that super cute boyfriend are gonna have to find out
all about your bad little habit. (phone slammed down) - What happened to you? - Nothing.
What do you want? - You know, Gillian,
you may feel you're entitled around here because of...
whatever, but you're not.
- Wow, Stacie, did you come
in here just to tell me that? - Never mind. There's some guy asking for you
at reception. - Hello, Gillian. You and I need
to have a little chat. I thought I'd share some photos
from your dirty work. You do good work, Gill. Stereo shot, shirts and sheets ruined. - I was very upset. - Well, now I am too. This one hurts me the most.
This is an original
Douglas Howell oil painting that
my parents left me. It was appraised at $15,000
five years ago. - You emotionally
abused me and-- - Now, I've been thinking how
best to handle this situation. You certainly don't want
your employer to know.
Or your family. Or the police, for that matter,
I mean, not with the record that you told me about.
- You must have home insurance. - I do. But there's a big
deductible: 10 grand. I want you to cover that, and I want the money soon. It's a lot, but you can get it, Gill.
You'll find a way. - I don't think I can.
- Oh, I know you can. You're a smart girl. You don't want this...
lapse in judgement to ruin your life,
but it could. It very well could. That's why I want you
to settle with me, quickly. We can both get past this,
Gillian, but you gotta do
the right thing first. (sniffling) - Gillian. What a nice surprise. - Harris...
- Uh-huh? - I have a favour to ask you.
It's actually really big. The hot water heater
at my house blew, and there's water damage
everywhere. - No, no, no,
this is not the time nor the place
to discuss this. - OK, they're doing the work
now, but I need the money by next week, so... (He sighs.)
- Look, my, uh... my wife is leaving town
tomorrow, so why don't we book
the suite at the hotel, like we talked about,
for two nights. - I told you this weekend
wouldn't work for me. - Yeah, I know, but it works out
perfectly for me, Gillian. Yeah, there you go. That's better. And while we're
at the hotel, we can discuss
any extra help you may need. All right? Yeah. I'll tell you what. Let's meet
at the hotel early this time, at five. Aww. Come here, baby. Come here. Aw. Oh, look, you're shaking. It's gonna be OK. - She will love it. - Would you excuse me? Oh, good!
A returning customer. You are paying me this time,
I presume? - This is all I can manage. (scoff) - That's nowhere
near enough. - With your markups?
Yes, it is. Look! The buttons are cheap. I wore this once
and they all came off. Now you consider me paid up.
You bother me again, or my boyfriend or my boss,
and I will burn this place to
the ground with you inside it. - You're crazy. Sorry about that. You are
one handsome waiter. - Ah, well, I do my best,
thank you. - Hey, so, this weekend, I can't come with you
to Baltimore. - Really? Why?
- Well, I forgot, but I have to visit my relatives
with my mother in New York. I know. It's the last thing
I want to do. - That's terrible, but that's
all right. We can go again. - You sure?
- Yeah. It's like
two hours away. It's fine. - OK, but when we do,
it's gonna be a trip
you'll never forget. - You drive
an easy bargain. Deal. - Deal. Bye. I'm going to Baltimore
right after work with Andy. - So you'll be gone
all weekend? - Please don't pretend
like you care. I know
you want me gone. - No, Gillian, I just want you
to be happy wherever you are. That's what I've always wanted.
- How can I be happy after being dragged
from house to house since
I was six years old, only to end up in this dump?
It's like a jail. - And that is why I thought
you might prefer to live
on your own. Maybe we could find you
a roommate. - I don't want a roommate! I want someone...
who loves me. - I love you, Gillian.
You must know that. - I am not talking
about a substitute mother; I'm talking about a man. Now, you weren't able
to find one, but Beth did, and I finally have. Andy loves me, and he's taking me
away from you forever. (door opening) (door slammed shut) - So, any big
weekend plans, guys? - Just beers, watching sports,
and... more beers. Me and your little bro.
- Oh, yeah? Just the boys? No ladies? - No, Gillian's in New York
with relatives, so... - Hi, boys. Heather, don't
forget dinner with Paul
Calvanor tonight. - I've got a sales call earlier,
but I'll come over after.
- Take your time. I could entertain Paul
for a drink or two. - OK, then I'll meet
you guys at the club. - All right. See you, boys.
- See ya. - Just wanted to say bye.
I'm getting on the turnpike right now for New York.
I'll miss you, Andy. - Heather.
Barry Thompson. - Great to finally
meet you, Barry. - Ah, you too. Let's chat
over here in the coffee shop. - Sure, that works.
- After you. <i> - I just can't let her</i> browbeat me anymore. It's been going on
for too many years. - What happened? - Huh. I offered... to help her find a place
of her own. And then she jumped on me.
- What do you mean? - Throwing me up against...
the wall. And then
just holding me there. - Oh, my god. I wish I could help.
I really do. - I know, honey. I know. But I will not be
physically abused
in my own home. - This is crazy behaviour. OK, I am going to have a very serious talk with her
when she gets home. - Oh, she's not coming home.
She's away with Andy
for the weekend. - She needs help, Mom. Serious help. - Yes, she does. If she can't
control this anger, then... someone else is
gonna get hurt. - I don't want that
to be you. (crying) <i> - So, that's something</i> we did for a chain of B&Bs,
but it's equally applicable
to a large hotel. - OK, but you'd develop
a specific pitch for us
if you met with the board. - Absolutely. Listen
to what I've got already. - Hey. Do you have everything you need?
- Yeah. - OK. Here,
let me get that. Here you go.
- Thanks. Have a great day. - You too. - Thank you so
much for your time.
- It was my pleasure. Let me validate
your parking before you go. - Oh, yes, great.
Thank you. - Super. person I ever thought I'd see. t - You'd be surprised how often
that happens here in the hotel. - Uh, I forgot something.
I'll meet you in the room.
- What? Well, honey, hurry up, OK?
Eight-oh-four. Yeah. - Yeah, Andy, I just saw Gillian
here at the hotel with some guy. Wasn't she leaving town?
Just call me, OK? - Heather. Can we talk? - Look, just answer me
one question, OK? Are you a hooker? (Gillian chuckles.) - Of course not. Wait!
OK, listen, I can explain. - Gillian, there's nothing
you could say. - Just listen to me.
Let's talk about this. - Fine. OK.
Say what you have to say, but you know
I'm gonna tell Andy. - No, Heather, don't do that.
- Aren't you supposed to be in New York,
not seeing some guy here? - That man is my boss.
- Your boss, the doctor? - Yeah, he's... Listen, he's
making me do that for my job, to keep my job.
- Gillian, that's no excuse. - I am 23 with no college
degree. I live at home with my mother,
and she's on disability. If I lose that job,
I have nothing! - Listen, if it's sexual
harassment, that's one thing, but if you're sleeping
with him for money... - I'll stop.
He won't care, he's married. If he fires me, I'll sue.
Here, you come watch. Come see. I'll show you.
- I can't do that, Gillian. - Heather! No, it's OK. I'll fix it. - It's Andy's decision.
- Well, then let me tell Andy. - He's my brother. I'll tell him
what I saw. Look, Gillian,
you have a sister. You'd want her to tell you
if something like this happened. - No, you don't understand
my life. - Maybe YOU don't
understand life. Maybe you're still learning
what's acceptable and what isn't.
- Your life is so easy for you. Your mom just gives you a nice
job and you buy a nice house and you never have to do
anything nice for anyone! - Get out of my way!
- No! You can't take Andy from me. I've waited my whole
life for him.
- Stop it! - You can't hurt us!
(Heather screams.) - Oh, there you are. Ahh. So, did you get
everything you need downstairs? - I... No. They were
all out of eyeliner. - Aww.
- I lost mine. (He chuckles.)
- Well, your eyes are beautiful. - Um... you know what I really need
right now? - What?
- A drink. - I ordered the champagne. - How about a vodka
while I wait? (Both chuckle.) - That's my girl. - Lots of ice. - One vodka with lots of ice. - I'll be right back. - OK. (sigh) (sniffling) (cell phone chime)
- So, Heather was talking about
something very interesting: sales force support. - Yes. And she can
fill you in on that. - You're a smart one, Susan, getting these kids
to do all this good work. - What's a family for, right? - I think I left my cell phone
at the office. - You need your phone
to drink beer? - No, it's just a drag. - You can't "sext"
your girlfriend? - All right, fine.
No, I don't need it. (He chuckles.)
- Guys' night out? (Both make explosion sound.) - Oh, my god.<i>
- Bye-bye,</i> bubbly.
(He chuckles.) - Can't we get
more champagne? - Ahh. Let's, um, let's get something
to eat first. There's a little Asian place
around the corner. - Oh, no, let's stay
in the room. It'll be more fun. - Sure. Whatever
you want, honey. - Whatever I want?
- Mm-hmm. - Oh. I... I want
more champagne. - Oh. I think you're trying
to get me drunk, take advantage of me. (He chuckles.) - She's probably just stuck
in the normal Friday night traffic. (siren) - (Harris): Anything exciting
over there? - Uh, probably
just some car accident. - Come over here, honey. - Just a second. (sigh) (sigh) - I'll call Andy.
Maybe he's heard. - As soon as we order some food,
she'll show up. That's the way it always goes.
- You're probably right. But I'm still calling Andy. - (Harris): The house salad
with salmon, and I am gonna have the Green Hills filet,
medium rare, with a baked potato. Yeah, yeah, you can bring
some bread up. Honey, you want some dessert?
- Oh, no. - He said they got
a really good chocolate cake. You want to share it? - OK.
(Both chuckle.) - OK. Yeah, yeah, you can bring up
that chocolate cake. How long? Twenty, 30 minutes?
Perfect. Twenty minutes till dinner. - Do not touch that scotch.
- Hmm? - Put that down.
- Mmm. You are trying to get me drunk.
- No. - Yeah. Mmm. - When exactly
did you find her? - Maybe an hour ago. I found her,
I couldn't wake her up. I went upstairs
to tell them. - OK. That's it for now.
If I need you to answer any more questions,
I'll find you upstairs
in the lobby, right? - Yes.
- OK, good. Thank you. (sigh) Is that her purse?
- Yes, sir. (cell phone ringing)
- Ah, it's her now. Honey, we're waiting-- Yes, Mrs. Collins,
her mother. - Hi, Mrs. Collins.
I was just wondering if you might be in the area
of the Green Hills Hotel? - You know what? I... am gonna give you... the money you need for your hot water heater.
(Both chuckle.) - Thank you, Harris. - Mmm. Thank you. - Just for that, I'm gonna be
extra nice to you. (He laughs.) - You're bad. You're bad. - And that's when she said yes
to meeting me in Atlantic City. Bro, she wants me. - Congrats.
Let me borrow your phone. - Ugh. Let me guess:
you have a few beers, you want to call
your girlfriend. (cell phone chime) - Here. (cell phone ringing) - Uh... go ahead.
It's your mom. - Mom, what's up? <i> - Oh, Andy...</i> It's your sister.
Something happened at the hotel. - What? Is she OK? - I have no idea.
They're not telling me anything. I'm on my way there now. - OK, I'll meet you there. Um, something happened
to Heather at the Green Hills Hotel.
I gotta go. - Yeah, and I should
drive you. Come on. <i> - We're not sure</i> what happened.
A slip or... but she fell down the stairs
and she suffered a broken neck. - Where is she now? - We're just waiting for
the coroner to come and pick up her body. They'll need four
or five days for the autopsy. - I want to see her. - Mrs. Collins, I don't think
that's a good idea. - I want to see
my daughter now! (Susan crying) - I understand. Come this way. (cell phone ringing) - Um, it's Gillian. - Here. Hey, Gillian.
- Is everything OK? - Heather's had some kind
of accident at the hotel. [We're gonna meet
my mother there now.]
- Oh, no. What kind of accident? - Uh, we don't know. Yeah, but we're getting close
to the hotel, so I'll give you a call
after we're done, OK? - Andy, as soon as you know
anything, please call me. - [I will. Bye.] - That bitch better be dead. - If there's something you need
from me, you have my card. - Mom! - (crying): Oh, Andy. - What's going on?
What is it? - She's gone, Andy. Heather's gone.
- What? OK, come here. - What are they saying happened?
- I really don't know yet. Something in the garage,
I think. - Oh, like a fall
or something? - Or some lowlife mugged her. - I was driving back
when I last spoke to Andy, so I'll just call you
when I'm closer.
- [OK.] - (Detective):<i> Did Heather say
who the person was?</i> - Uh, no, just that she
recognized him - or her. You know,
I really have no idea. (cell phone chime) <i> - An autopsy</i> will be conducted to determine
what happened, and they'll look for scratches, bruises,
sign of foul play. - I finally made her take
a sleeping pill, but... - Oh, I can't imagine what she's
going through right now. - You know you didn't have
to drive back from New York-- - No, shh. I want
to be with you. I need... I need to be with you
right now, OK?
- OK. - I, uh...
I should get going. - Yeah, OK.
We'll walk you out. - You sure you don't want me
to stay a little longer? - No, it's OK. My mom might need me.
I want to be here for her. - Well, uh, I'll say a prayer
for Heather. She was so happy
you and I found each other. She told me
at dinner here. - Yeah, she liked you. - I liked her too.
I'll miss her. "Emergency. Had to run. See you
at the office Monday. Harris." (sigh) - (Heather):<i> Yeah, Andy, I just
saw Gillian here at the hotel
with some guy.</i> <i> Wasn't she leaving town?
Just call me, OK?</i> - I don't get it. How? - (Gillian):<i> Just wanted
to say bye. I'm getting</i> <i>on the turnpike right now for
New York. I'll miss you, Andy.</i> - Doesn't make any sense. Uh, hi. I'm looking
for Gillian Casey. - She's not here.
- But... she lives here, right? - Nope. She lives
with her mother. - Hi.
- Hi. I'm Andy. I'm looking-- - Gillian, yeah.
I'm her sister, Bethany. - Gillian told him
that she lives here.
- Well, she does stay with us often, so...
- Not anymore. Fifty-five Valley Ridge Road.
That's her full-time address. - OK, thanks. - Gillian's at it again.
- Yeah, I'll call her, let her know he's coming. (cell phone ringing) - Let me help you with that. - Oh, well, thank you. That... I really appreciate that. - You must be Gillian's mother.
- Uh, yes, yes, I am.
Why do you ask? - I'm Andy Collins.
Uh, is Gillian home? - Oh, Andy Collins! Hi. It is so good to meet you. Gillian is always talking
about you. Um... didn't you two go
to Baltimore? - No, she said she went
to New York with you. - Huh. Well, she told me
Baltimore. - No, we didn't go. She told me
that you two had plans to see relatives
in New York. I saw her last night
at my mother's place. She said she drove
straight there from New York. - Well, who did she
drive with? - No one. She was alone in her car.
- Oh, her car! Her car. Um, gosh, you know what, I really don't know
where she is, but I'll tell her that you came by.
Oh, unless you'd like
to wait here. I just put on
some fresh coffee. - Um, thank you, but I have
some family things to deal with. It's nice to meet you.
- It's nice to meet you too. I hope I see you again. - (Heather):<i> Yeah, Andy,
I just saw Gillian</i> <i> here at the hotel
with some guy.</i> <i> Wasn't she leaving town?</i> <i> Just call me, OK?</i> - Hi there.
Have you seen this woman? Have you seen her? OK, thank you. - Yeah, I remember her.
Very pretty eyes. - Was she with anyone else?
- Yeah. She was with
an older guy. And the guy said
he had a room. - Thank you. <i> Heather left me</i> a message saying that she'd seen
my... girlfriend. - You know, all I know is
that she was surprised. (gasp)
- Andy? - Thanks for your help.
- Not at all. Again, my condolences. - (Andy):<i> Hi.</i> - Gillian: [Hey, how are you
doing with everything?] [I Haven't heard from you.]
- Yeah, I'm OK. I didn't want to call you
until I was done running
these errands. [Where are you now?]
- I'm at home. - Oh, with your sister.
- Yes, she sends her sympathies. - Please be sure
to thank her for me. - I will. I'd love to see you,
and I want to help with
anything I can. - [Well, I'm still busy
with family stuff, but, uh] let's do lunch tomorrow.
I'm gonna be downtown
near your office. - I miss you. (He ends the call.) - Oh, there you are. I was just calling Bethany again
to ask about you. - Why? I was with Andy. - Yes, but didn't you hear
my messages? He came by here
looking for you. - No. He came here?
- He said something about us being
in New York. - I should have moved out.
There's nothing worse than him seeing you in this house.
- Gillian, I didn't know what to say
to him, because you don't tell me!
- Everything is
so screwed up now. - Well, don't blame me. I mean, Baltimore? New York? I don't know what's going on! Oh, and, honey, he said
you own your own car? (Gillian shouting furiously)
Gillian, plea-- - Andy, I wanted you
to see my sister's nice house, not this place. I wanted it all
to be perfect for you. Oh, no. Um... (cell phone chime) - The doctor is finally out of his conference.
He can see you now. - You left the hotel early. - I could say the same
for you. - Well, you passed out
so I went for a walk. - "Passed out?" (He chuckles.)
I was drugged. - You were drunk, just like me. - I'm a doctor.
I know I was drugged. But just to be sure,
I came back here and I, uh, I checked the records,
and it appears that I prescribed
a sleeping pill for you. Treibian.
A mild dose, thankfully. - You drank too much
and you fell asleep. That's what happened.
- You know what? While I was here,
I did a urine sample, which
I personally took to the lab. I kept you waiting because
I wanted to get the results. And guess what? Positive for Treibian. I'm, uh... reassessing our relationship.
- Yeah? Me too. I don't like
sleeping with my boss. - And that's pretty clear
from the hotel. - You know who won't like this
if she finds out? Your wife. It won't look good
to a lawyer either.
- That's why you're leaving. - You're firing me?
- No. You're quitting. - I'll sue you.
- Not smart. Why pay a lawyer? We're both adults.
We had an affair. Why tell the world -
your, uh, your family...
your boyfriend? No. No, here's
what you're gonna do. (sigh) You're gonna take
a small severance. You're gonna leave today. Say, uh, $5,000 for your "hot water heater." Yeah. And, uh, I'll tell you what.
I'm gonna let you keep your health insurance
for a year. Yeah. We wouldn't want you running out
of Treibian, now, would we? - I'm keeping the car.
- Fine. Whoa, whoa, whoa,
whoa, whoa. - I wish it was
the whole bottle. - Bye. Get out. Nice. - Andy. Hi. I'll, um, get my stuff
and we'll go. - The doctor wanted you
to have this. He doesn't want you coming back
to the office again. - Thank you. Andy, let me
explain everything at lunch.
- Gillian. I hope
this isn't a bad time. - Actually, Tony, it is.
- Well, it's not gonna
take that long. - Let's talk. - Sure. I really thought I would have
heard from you by now, Gillian. - Listen, Tony, I can pay you, OK?
- What's going on here? - I'm sorry, but this is
kind of a private matter. - Andy, it's OK.
Just excuse us. I just need a little more time.
- I've been patient. I want
the money today. - I'm about to get a cheque
for $5,000. - Gill, I have to insist. I want it today
and I want all of it. - Please, Tony. - I've been cool
about this whole thing, and I'm trying hard
to just keep it between the two of us. What... I don't understand. - It's worth way more
than your stupid painting. It's new, it's in the parking
garage, spot 28-B. - I'm not gonna take your car.
- Just take the keys and go, or I'll do to you
what I did to your house. - OK. I'll take it.
When you get the money, you bring it to me,
I'll give you the car back. - (whispering) Just go! - Good luck. To both of you. - Andy, listen. I can explain--
- You don't have to, Gillian. - No, please. I--
- I don't want to know! - Let me help you with that. - Oh, well, thank you. That... I really appreciate that. - You must be Gillian's mother.
- Uh, yes, yes, I am.
Why do you ask? - I'm Andy Collins.
Uh, is Gillian home? - Oh, Andy Collins! Hi. It is so good to meet you. Gillian is always talking
about you. Um... didn't you two go
to Baltimore? - No, she said she went
to New York with you. - Huh. Well, she told me
Baltimore. - No, we didn't go. She told me
that you two had plans to see relatives
in New York. I saw her last night
at my mother's place. She said she drove
straight there from New York. - Well, who did she
drive with? - No one. She was alone in her car.
- Oh, her car! Her car. Um, gosh, you know what, I really don't know
where she is, but I'll tell her that you came by.
Oh, unless you'd like
to wait here. I just put on
some fresh coffee. - Um, thank you, but I have
some family things to deal with. It's nice to meet you.
- It's nice to meet you too. I hope I see you again. - (Heather):<i> Yeah, Andy,
I just saw Gillian</i> <i> here at the hotel
with some guy.</i> <i> Wasn't she leaving town?</i> <i> Just call me, OK?</i> - Hi there.
Have you seen this woman? Have you seen her? OK, thank you. - Yeah, I remember her.
Very pretty eyes. - Was she with anyone else?
- Yeah. She was with
an older guy. And the guy said
he had a room. - Thank you. <i> Heather left me</i> a message saying that she'd seen
my... girlfriend. - You know, all I know is
that she was surprised. (gasp)
- Andy? - Thanks for your help.
- Not at all. Again, my condolences. - (Andy):<i> Hi.</i> - Gillian: [Hey, how are you
doing with everything?] [I Haven't heard from you.]
- Yeah, I'm OK. I didn't want to call you
until I was done running
these errands. [Where are you now?]
- I'm at home. - Oh, with your sister.
- Yes, she sends her sympathies. - Please be sure
to thank her for me. - I will. I'd love to see you,
and I want to help with
anything I can. - [Well, I'm still busy
with family stuff, but, uh] let's do lunch tomorrow.
I'm gonna be downtown
near your office. - I miss you. (He ends the call.) - Oh, there you are. I was just calling Bethany again
to ask about you. - Why? I was with Andy. - Yes, but didn't you hear
my messages? He came by here
looking for you. - No. He came here?
- He said something about us being
in New York. - I should have moved out.
There's nothing worse than him seeing you in this house.
- Gillian, I didn't know what to say
to him, because you don't tell me!
- Everything is
so screwed up now. - Well, don't blame me. I mean, Baltimore? New York? I don't know what's going on! Oh, and, honey, he said
you own your own car? (Gillian shouting furiously)
Gillian, plea-- - Andy, I wanted you
to see my sister's nice house, not this place. I wanted it all
to be perfect for you. Oh, no. Um... (cell phone chime) - The doctor is finally out of his conference.
He can see you now. - You left the hotel early. - I could say the same
for you. - Well, you passed out
so I went for a walk. - "Passed out?" (He chuckles.)
I was drugged. - You were drunk, just like me. - I'm a doctor.
I know I was drugged. But just to be sure,
I came back here and I, uh, I checked the records,
and it appears that I prescribed
a sleeping pill for you. Treibian.
A mild dose, thankfully. - You drank too much
and you fell asleep. That's what happened.
- You know what? While I was here,
I did a urine sample, which
I personally took to the lab. I kept you waiting because
I wanted to get the results. And guess what? Positive for Treibian. I'm, uh... reassessing our relationship.
- Yeah? Me too. I don't like
sleeping with my boss. - And that's pretty clear
from the hotel. - You know who won't like this
if she finds out? Your wife. It won't look good
to a lawyer either.
- That's why you're leaving. - You're firing me?
- No. You're quitting. - I'll sue you.
- Not smart. Why pay a lawyer? We're both adults.
We had an affair. Why tell the world -
your, uh, your family...
your boyfriend? No. No, here's
what you're gonna do. (sigh) You're gonna take
a small severance. You're gonna leave today. Say, uh, $5,000 for your "hot water heater." Yeah. And, uh, I'll tell you what.
I'm gonna let you keep your health insurance
for a year. Yeah. We wouldn't want you running out
of Treibian, now, would we? - I'm keeping the car.
- Fine. Whoa, whoa, whoa,
whoa, whoa. - I wish it was
the whole bottle. - Bye. Get out. Nice. - Andy. Hi. I'll, um, get my stuff
and we'll go. - The doctor wanted you
to have this. He doesn't want you coming back
to the office again. - Thank you. Andy, let me
explain everything at lunch.
- Gillian. I hope
this isn't a bad time. - Actually, Tony, it is.
- Well, it's not gonna
take that long. - Let's talk. - Sure. I really thought I would have
heard from you by now, Gillian. - Listen, Tony, I can pay you, OK?
- What's going on here? - I'm sorry, but this is
kind of a private matter. - Andy, it's OK.
Just excuse us. I just need a little more time.
- I've been patient. I want
the money today. - I'm about to get a cheque
for $5,000. - Gill, I have to insist. I want it today
and I want all of it. - Please, Tony. - I've been cool
about this whole thing, and I'm trying hard
to just keep it between the two of us. What... I don't understand. - It's worth way more
than your stupid painting. It's new, it's in the parking
garage, spot 28-B. - I'm not gonna take your car.
- Just take the keys and go, or I'll do to you
what I did to your house. - OK. I'll take it.
When you get the money, you bring it to me,
I'll give you the car back. - (whispering) Just go! - Good luck. To both of you. - Andy, listen. I can explain--
- You don't have to, Gillian. - No, please. I--
- I don't want to know! - Do you know what you want?
- I'm not hungry. - Yeah, me either. So, how's everything going
with the funeral plans? - Were you at the Green Hills
Hotel on Friday? Did you see
Heather there? - (Heather):<i> Yeah, Andy, I just
saw Gillian here at the hotel</i> <i> with some guy.
Wasn't she leaving town?</i> <i> Just call me, OK?</i> - That doesn't
prove anything. - Maybe not, but I went
to the hotel myself, and the woman in the gift shop
said she recognized your photo. - Oh, Andy,
that was nothing. I love YOU. - Then tell me... what do you know
about Heather's accident? - Nothing! I was at the hotel,
but I wasn't cheating on you. - I don't care about that. All right? I went and talked
to your mother too. You lied to me,
you lied to her. - I had to go to the hotel
to meet my boss. He was there for business. I...
I had to ask him a few things. - So he was the older man,
the doctor. And that's
when you saw Heather. - Andy, I thought
I was pregnant, and I had to ask him
advice. - At the hotel?
Not at the office? - It was better to do it there!
- OK, let's go ask him,
then, Gillian. Look, I don't... I don't care
about you and him. I don't care about where you
really live or the fact that you're not taking courses
at Fairfield. Yeah, I called them
this morning. They have no record
of you there. Have you told the truth
about anything? - I love you. That's the truth. - Tell me about Heather.
I mean, you see her, and then a few minutes later
she's dead? - She never thought
I was good enough for you. - What did she say to you
at the hotel? - You tell me
the truth now, Andy. You're leaving me,
aren't you? - No, I... There's no reason to, uh-- - You're a boy, Andy,
not a man. Life was just bought for you.
Your mom gave you a job
and a fancy car. Do you know what I did
to get my car? Or what I did
to keep us together? - No, Gillian, tell me. (She laughs.)
- Why? You're leaving me anyway. You should go before I hurt you. - (Heather):<i> Yeah, Andy, I just
saw Gillian here at the hotel</i> <i> with some guy.
Wasn't she leaving town?</i> <i> Just call me, OK?</i> - So, clearly
she was at the hotel, she lied to me and to her mother
about leaving town. - All right, let's say she was
there, for argument's sake. - No, she was there. It's not
just Heather's message.
I showed her picture to the woman who works
in the gift shop. She said she recognized her.
- Whoa, now wait a minute.
This is your girlfriend? - Yeah - well,
was my girlfriend. - Jeez. I saw her at the hotel
later that night. First name Gillian?
- Yeah, with a G.
Last name Casey. - OK. Lives at 55 Valley Ridge Road?
- Yeah, with her mother. Please don't tell me
she has a record. - Felony assault,
two years ago. - Really? - You know, I think
on the way home tonight, I might stop by and have
a little chat with her.
Thanks for the info. - Yeah. Can I come with you? - I'm sorry. It doesn't work
that way. I'll be in touch. - Oh, well, hi, Gill. You're home from work early. Short day? Um... you know, I start back to work on Monday,
so Bethany's taking me out shopping to celebrate.
Why don't you come with us? Or you could maybe
meet us there later.
Are you still driving that car that Andy mentioned? Which at some point I think
we should discuss, but, you know what, honey, we don't
have to do that right now. Oh, come on, Gill. Why don't
you just drive over to the mall and we could have
an early dinner? It's my treat. Gillian, are you OK? (car honking) There's Bethany.
I should go. (Gillian sniffling) I told Beth to go ahead
to the mall. And then maybe you and I could
drive over in your car
and join her. But first I think
we should have a little talk. She just told me that she called
you today at work at the office, and they said you don't
work there anymore. They fired you? After working so hard
for them all this time? - I just want to be alone
right now. - I understand, and... I...
I'm sorry, Gill. I am so sorry about asking you
to move out when you were obviously worried
about your job. - Please go. - OK. But I want you
to know that... ...you can stay here with me
as long as you want. Everything will be
all right. - Nothing will be OK
if I end up like you, stuck here with no job
and no car, no money, no boyfriend. - You're not gonna
get stuck here, Gill. And if Andy didn't
appreciate you, then... some other guy will.
He'll just swoop down and take you away.
I just know it. But until then,
you have me to help you. That's what
mothers are for. - I don't want your help. Stop pretending
to be my mother. You ruined everything!
- What are you doing?!
- You are smothering me! I won't let you!
Nobody wants me! Bethany doesn't want me and
Andy doesn't want me! You're
the only one who wants me! I will not end up like you, an old, miserable,
tired sick woman! - Ms. Casey! - If I stay here with you,
I will die! You're killing me,
and I won't... I won't let you kill me! I won't end up like you!
I won't! - Get up! Get up! - Let go of me!
- You're under arrest! - Let go!
- Don't move! - Go!
- Don't move. - Andy. You've come back. - Is she all right?
- Yeah. - All right, let's go.
- You're weak, Andy. What have you ever done
for love? Nothing! - You have the right to remain
silent. If you give up that right, anything you say
can and will be used
in a court of law. You the right to an attorney,
which will be provided if
you can't afford one. Do you understand
these rights? - I had no choice. I had to do it. She was never gonna accept me. She was always judging me.
I could see it in her eyes. - And that's why you pushed her? - No. I don't care what that spoiled bitch thought
of me. I pushed Heather because she was gonna
tell Andy. She couldn't keep it to herself.
She wanted to tell him. Because she wanted him
to leave me. And she had no right
to destroy our love. She had no right
to come between us. That's why I did it. - I understand, Gillian. - I did it for Andy. I did it for us. That's how much I love him. - OK. - Thank you
for letting me do that. - I'm glad
you suggested it. - I am so sorry for all the pain
our family has caused you. I know you loved
your sister very much. - We both lost
someone we loved.
