Dirty Sexy Saint (2019) - full transcript

(male #1) I think it's time you
propose to my daughter, Harrison.

You've proven yourself
as a top level executive,

and it's time to, uh, move you
into the CEO position.

(Harrison) Conrad, I'm honored
that you think of me this way.

In fact, I'd hoped
this would be the end result

of my time with Samantha.

Her mother has already chosen
an engagement ring

that she knows
is Samantha's taste,

so that saves you
from that tedious task.

[sighs]
Just put the ring on her finger

and Cassandra will start
the wedding preparations.



I'm not going to marry you,
so don't bother asking.

I'm not a piece of property
that you can use

to secure a business deal.

Don't you think
you're over reacting?

Hardly. I don't love you,
and you don't love me.

I care about you, Samantha.

That's enough for me.

Well, it's not enough for me.

I deserve better
and I will not marry you.

Stop being so dramatic,
Samantha.

The arrangements have been made.

You and Harrison
will be getting married.

Well, it's going to be hard to
have a wedding without a bride.

- Where you going?
- I don't know.



But I'm leaving this house
and I'm not coming back

until you accept
that I will not marry someone

that I don't love.

If you walk out that door

you leave with nothing
but the clothes on your back.

Samantha, you can't leave.

Why don't we have Maggie
make us a cup of tea

and we can talk about this?

There is nothing to talk about.

I love you, mother,
but I won't be bartered

in a business deal

and I won't marry some man
I don't love.

Don't be ridiculous, Samantha.

You can't possibly mean
to leave all this.

My life has to mean more
than this.

You're not gonna get very far

before you realize
what a huge mistake you've made.

Well, that's a chance
I'll have to take.

[Samantha sighs]

[engine rumbling]

[instrumental music]

[engine rumbling]

Taxi!

- Hi.
- Where can I take you tonight?

To your favorite bar.

The place I go to
is a bit on the unrefined side.

That's exactly
what I'm counting on.

[instrumental music]

Last call.

Tara, who's that cupcake?

[scoffs]
I have no idea.

She slid onto the bar stool

asked me for the dirtiest-named
drink on the menu.

So I gave her a Royal Fuck.
She downs it in one go.

Tells me to keep 'em coming.

The stronger and dirtier
the better.

Now she's going
to get Deep Throat.

Thanks.

- See you later, Saint.
- Goodnight, Ted.

Charlie,
be safe out there, guys.

Thank you.

[clears throat]

[sighs]

Hey, Tara, I got that,
you got a midterm tomorrow.

Go home, study,
get a good night's sleep.

Thank you, let me get the blonde

to close out her tab
and then I'll head out.

Don't worry about it.
I'll take care of her.

Of course you will, St. Clay.

I will take care of her

like I would any other
tipsy patron.

She will pay her tab,
I will call her a cab.

The cab will take her home.

Making sure she gets home safely

is all part of my responsibility
as the owner of this bar.

Nothing more.

Justify it all you want,
St. Clay.

- But you're a good guy.
- Goodnight, Tara.

See you tomorrow.

Elijah, walk Tara to her car

on your way out. Thanks, buddy.
Good work today.

- Bye.
- Bye.

You...

[giggles]

You are so freaking hot.

I think that I need another
Royal Fuck.

[giggles]

Or maybe you can give me
a Screaming Orgasm.

You know, I have never asked
a guy for a Screaming Orgasm.

But this one was so good,

that I think I need another.

I think you've had enough
Royal Fucks

and Screaming Orgasms
for one night, cupcake.

Cupcake? I love cupcakes.

I love to eat them
and I love to make them

and when no one's looking
I like to lick the frosting.

[clears throat]

(Samantha) That, uh,
that Blow Job was very,

very ta... tasty too.

So maybe I could have another
one of those.

I'm sorry, but the bar is
closed. And it's getting late.

So if you like to settle
your tab

maybe we can get you
on your way home.

Yeah. Ooh.

- Ooh.
- Ah.

Careful with your bag.

[chuckles]
Thank you.

It didn't work, did it?

No, do you have another form
of payment you'd like to use?

Nope, none of them will work.

He actually did it.

My father completely cut me off.

[sighs]

This room is starting to spin
and I...

I think your face
is getting a little fuzzy.

Uh, Samantha, maybe I can have
your cell phone

and I can call somebody.

Nope. I got rid of it.

I don't want my father
to find out where I am.

Okay. Okay.
Well, um, can I see your ID?

I can look up your address,

and have somebody
take you home, it's okay.

No, no, no. I-I can't go home.
Don't make me go home.

Oh.

Oh, my God, what did I just do?

I don't have anything.
I don't have any money.

I have nowhere to go.

Whoa.
Oh, it's okay, it's alright.

I don't know,
I don't know what to do.

I'm so tired
and I don't know what to do.

It's okay. Oh, alright,
alright. Okay.

Okay, it's alright.
It's... No, no, no.

It's okay. It's alright.
Careful, careful.

There is stairs here. Okay?
Okay. Yeah, yeah.

- So...
- Just... No, it's okay.

- Take a step. Alright...
- Whoo!

Alright, alright.

Alright, hang on, hang on.
Hang on a second.

Okay, we're just going to walk
you straight back there.

To the couch, okay?
Okay? Just to the couch.

Come on. You okay?

- I fell kinda dizzy.
- Okay, it's alright. Hang on.

- It's okay?
- I don't feel so good.

Okay, come on, cupcake.

You and me are going to
the bathroom.

Let's go. Hang on. Hang on.

Okay. It's alright.
It's alright. There you go.

Hey, you're okay.
It's alright. It's alright.

Okay. It's okay.

That was disgusting.

I know I'm all messy.

Oh, yeah, you're a hot mess
alright.

No, you're a hot mess.

There we go.

I think that I need
to take a shower. Oh!

I need to take a shower.

Okay, I tell you what.

How about I give you
a fresh shirt

and you can lay down on my bed
and take a nap?

No, I stink.

Oh, yeah, you do.

There is stuff in my hair.

And if I don't get a shower,

I'm gonna be sick again
from that smell.

Okay. Okay.

Now let me take this off,
alright?

There we go.

Oh... Leave it.

- No, I need to take...
- No, no!

Well, you don't have to be
so grumpy.

Okay, there we go.

You're so cute.

Okay, let's get the jewelry off.

Okay.

There we go.

Just gonna get your watch off
too, is that okay?

There we go.

Okay.

You are so freaking hot.

Alright, cupcake, let's do this.

- We're gonna do it?
- No, no.

We're gonna take a shower and
I'm not letting you get in there

when you can barely stand up
on your own. Come on.

[rings rattling]

Just gonna put on a shirt, okay?

I got you, I got you.
Stand right here.

Alright, okay. You good?

Good. Look at that.
I'm just gonna...

Hang on one second.
I'm just gonna take your...

I'm gonna take this off.
There we go.

Good, good, good. Okay.

Okay.

Okay, I'm at the...

I'm gonna take these off now.
It's alright.

Okay.

- Okay, let us go over here.
- Okay.

Alright.

I got you.

I got you. There you go.

Thank you for taking care of me.

Hm.

[groaning]

[instrumental music]

♪ I'm a little girl
up to no good ♪

♪ I'm no good
I just can't seem to do ♪

♪ What I should ♪

♪ I'm a little girl dressed up
in white but I'm covered... ♪

(Clay) I think you've
had enough Royal Fucks

and Screaming Orgasms
for one night, cupcake.

♪ And I wanna go ♪

♪ Where the birds fly away ♪

♪ Somewhere over the rainbow ♪

♪ I wanna see ♪

♪ If there's anything worth
saving inside of me ♪

[music continues]

♪ And I wanna fly ♪

♪ Where the birds away
somewhere over the rainbow ♪

♪ I wanna see ♪

♪ If there's anything
worth saving ♪

♪ Inside of me ♪

♪ Anything worth saving
inside of me ♪

[sighs]

[clears throat]

Good morning.

Hi.

Have a seat.

How are you feeling?

Better than last night.

But my pounding head,

and my sore body are clearly
protesting all the drinks

I indulged in.

Yeah.

[chuckles]

You're definitely a cupcake.

Why do you keep calling me that?

Because you're a lightweight

and you can't handle
your liquor.

- Coffee?
- Sure.

Mm.

- Cream, if you have it.
- I sure do.

Oh, you're gonna need something
in your stomach.

Made you some toast.

Thanks.

I don't even know your name.

I'm Clay. Clay Kincaid.

I'm Samantha.

So the bar is yours?

Yeah.

How did your cat lose it's eye?

Found her out behind the bar
when she was just a kitten.

That left eye
was pretty infected.

The vet had no choice
but to take the eye

and stitch it shut.

And you kept her.

Yeah. She needed a home.

I... I'm really sorry
about last night.

On which part?

Well, all of it,
but especially the part

where I got sick.

And you had to deal with me
staying here

because I have
nowhere else to go.

Where do you plan on going
this morning?

I don't know.
But I'm not going back home.

Samantha, are you in some kind
of trouble?

Last night you said something
about your dad

cutting you off and you had to
get rid of your cell phone

because you were afraid
somebody was gonna find you?

Yeah, I know that sounds bad.

Um, I'm not in any trouble.

And I'm not in any danger.

But it is true that

I don't want my father

to know where I am.

Why not?

[sighs]

Have you ever heard
of Jameson Global?

Oh...

You're Samantha Jameson.

Last night I found out that
my father expects me

to marry a man,
that I have been dating

for the past eight months.

His name
is Harrison Blackwell III.

And my father has been
grooming him to be CEO

which apparently comes
with the stipulation

of Harrison marrying me

to keep the company
in the family.

And you're upset
that he'll be marrying you

for a promotion.

No, I'm furious that my father

is demanding that I marry

someone that I don't love.

- Demanding?
- Yes.

Demanding as in, not giving me
a choice in the matter,

and expecting me to fall in line
with his wishes

and do as I'm told.

Being the daughter
of Conrad Jameson

comes with a certain
obligations,

one of which is obviously
an arranged marriage.

I won't let anyone dictate
who I spend

the rest of my life with,
especially not my father.

So you ran away from home?

[chuckles]

That sounds so juvenile,

but yes, that is 100% accurate.

Honestly, I should have left
a long time ago

and I hate that I have let my
parents run my life this long.

Okay, so now that you ran away,
what do you plan on doing?

I don't know. I didn't...

I didn't really have a plan
beyond getting away.

I know this is more than
I have the right to ask,

but could I stay here?

Until I figure things out.

I won't be in your way

and I can sleep on your couch

and I swear you won't even know
I am here.

I have no money,
no place to stay

I can't even buy a meal,
or a hotel room.

Obviously I didn't think things
through last night,

but I don't regret leaving home

and I'm determined

to make it on my own.

I could work in your bar,

and make some money
until I have enough

to get a place of my own,
which shouldn't take too long.

Please.

Uh, Samantha, I don't think
that is such a good idea.

Please, Clay, I just need
someone to give me the chance

to prove myself.

[sighs]

Okay. Consider yourself hired
as a bar waitress.

You can start tonight
and you can stay here

until you can figure out
a place of your own.

I'm gonna call Katrina,
she's my brother's best friend.

She'll take you shopping
for some clothes and toiletries.

I will pay you back
for everything.

Mm. Thank you.

Thank you, Clay.

[moaning]

[gasping]

You are playing with the hottest
kinda fire there is, cupcake.

Well, you didn't seem to mind
a few moments ago.

I'm not a gentleman, Samantha.

I don't do soft and gentle
and sweet.

I like to control
and fuck so hard

and deep that you'll scream
and be sore the next day.

What, what if that's
what I want?

That's not gonna happen.

If you're gonna be staying here
we need to set some rules.

I'm 26 years old

and I have spent my entire life
following rules.

I am done with rules.

I'm done being a straight-laced
good girl,

and the woman in me
wants passion and excitement

and a man that can give me both.

I'm not that man.

And you're being wild
and rebellious

now that you got
a little freedom.

And you like the way
that it feels.

But there is no way
I'm gonna let you do something

that you're going to regret.

Thank you so much
for the dress and the shoes.

Yeah, it's not a problem.

Though I have to say,
I've never known Clay

to let a woman spend the night
at his place,

let alone move in so quickly.

Oh, well, I'm only
staying here temporarily,

until I figure some things out.

I know the whole Clay thing,

staying with him and working at
the bar, it seems odd.

Oh, it's not odd at all.
That's what St. Clay does.

He takes care of people.
We gotta get going.

I have two hours until Mason
expects me back at the shop.

But honestly, he can kiss my ass
for making such a demand.

I'm not his personal slave.

- Mason?
- That's one of Clay's brothers.

And then there is also Levi,
the youngest of the three.

- Are they close?
- Yeah, they're really close.

The three of them have been
through so much shit together,

there is nothing
they wouldn't do for each other.

(Katrina) Yeah, I met
Mason when I was 14.

And we, we went
to the same high school.

We bonded over
something in common.

And we've pretty much been
best friends since.

- So you guys work together now?
- I work for him.

He owns a tattoo shop
a few streets over, Inked.

I manage the place,
do accounting

and pretty much
keep his shit together.

Occasionally I draw art work
for clients,

but I don't do
the actual tattooing.

Oh, did Mason do
all those butterflies?

Um, no, somebody else did.

- Well, they're beautiful.
- Thank you.

Come on, let's spend
some Clay's money.

I just need the basics

to get me through
my first pay check.

Oh, trust me, you're going
to have money

before your first paycheck.

A pair of tight fitted jeans,

to wear with a Kincaid t-shirt

and I guarantee the guys
coming to the bar

are going to be throwing tips
your way.

Okay.

What the hell is she doing here?

And why is she wearing
a bar uniform?

(Clay)
Because she needed a job.

And since everybody is going
to find out anyway,

yes, she is staying with me
in my apartment

for the next week or so.

[scoffs]
You've got to be joking.

I thought you were just going
to help her out,

like any other tipsy bar patron.

Make sure she got home
and all that.

Hey, I'm ready to get started.
Where do you need me?

Since Clay seems incapable
of speaking at the moment

I am Tara.

Hey, I'm Samantha.

Okay, let's have Amanda give you
a crash course

on what to expect tonight.

Taking drink orders, everything.

- That would be great.
- Amanda?

She's gonna help you out
for the first few hours,

but after a certain point
we're gonna be slammed in.

You're gonna have a section
all to yourself.

Good thing I'm a quick learner.

[glasses rattling]

You just couldn't resist
helping out

that damsel in distress,
could you?

- Don't worry about it.
- Why?

She's not gonna be here
very long.

Why is that?

Because she's never worked a day
in her life in a bar.

She has no idea,
what she is in for.

So you think tonight's
rowdy crowd is gonna scare her

back to wherever the hell
she came from?

That's the plan.

Is there something going on
between you two?

Because for a minute there
while you were

staring at her like a deaf mute,

it looked like you were going
to vault yourself over the bar

and tackle her and do all sorts
of dirty things to her.

Okay, you have quite an
imagination.

- Just be careful, Clay.
- I... Nothing is going on.

Okay, you know what?
This conversation is over.

I'm gonna go see
if Hank needs any help

in the kitchen
before happy hour starts.

- Stubborn ass.
- I heard that!

Hey, Hank, Elijah.
You guys good back here?

- Oh, yeah.
- We're good, boss.

Elijah, grab that for me.

Good.

[indistinct chatter]

[bell rings]

They're gonna try to get
under your skin.

- You can't let them. Okay?
- Okay.

'Cause that's what they're
trying to do.

Hi. Okay.

It's on me. Enjoy.

And here is your beer.
Oh, thank...

Thanks.

Jesus, Clay. That scowl's
gonna scare away customers.

Or maybe that's your intention.

To intimidate the hell
outta every guy in here

so they don't touch
your shiny new toy?

She's not my shiny new anything.

What are you doing here anyway?

You never come in
for ladies night.

I'm providing moral support.

For Samantha?

Yeah,
I thought it'd be nice for her

to see a familiar face tonight.

I, I take it
you guys, uh, hit it off today?

She's actually really nice.

For a rich girl.

And you know she's rich

based on what exactly?

Well, when I picked her up,

she was carrying a $3000
Louis Vuitton purse.

Hey, can I get two shots
of whisky and a...

- Thanks.
- You got it.

- Clay.
- Tessa. Everything okay?

Your brother
is in the women's restroom

banging some chick when I really
need to pee right now.

- Mason.
- Uh, who else?

You obviously think that Levi
would do anything so indecent?

(Tessa) Look, since he's not talking
to me, can you please just go

over there and take care
of the problem?

- Yes.
- Please.

Well, it's about dam time,
Romeo.

What the fuck were you doing
in the women's restroom?

It's called getting laid.

You should try it some time,
big brother.

Might improve your testy mood.
Mellow you out some.

My mood is fine.

I don't appreciate you

being so crass in my bar.

If you were anybody else,

I'd have you thrown out
on your ass.

Luckily I'm in good
with the owner.

Jesus, Mason, can you keep it
in your pants

for just one night?

Why would I do that, kitty-kat?

I don't know, so you don't catch
something,

and your dick falls off.

Not gonna happen, condoms first.

- Always.
- You're gross. And disgusting.

So you've told me
many times before.

But you're my very best friend.

And I know deep down inside,
you secretly love me

despite all my faults.

Hey, I'm so sorry.

I punched in the wrong order
again.

I mean, who knew there were
so many Collinses?

This guy wanted a John Collins.

Okay, so I know
this is fourth time

I have messed up
my cocktail orders

and I'm wasting your profits

because you can't re-serve
the drinks, so just...

Take the costs out
of my pay check.

It's alright, cupcake. It's all
a part of the learning curve.

Cupcake? Is that your name?

Because you look
damn sweet to me.

No. My name is Samantha.

That's a nick name Clay gave me

because I'm a lightweight
when I'm drinking.

Did he now?

Samantha, this is Mason.
He's...

He's a man whore.

Ooh, careful, kitty-kat. You're
starting to sound jealous.

I'm not jealous. I'm just
telling Samantha how it is

to keep her distance.

Because you, Mason Kincaid,
are a slut.

You say that
like it's a bad thing.

It was nice to meet you, Mason.

So you need help breaking in
the new bar waitress?

Dude, don't be an asshole!

She's off limits.
She's staying with Clay.

Get the fuck out.

Are you serious?

Did you take in another stray

and decide to keep her,
Saint Clay?

It's only temporary
until she can figure out

someplace on her own, okay?

And before you ask, no,
we are not sleeping together.

Too bad for you.

Hm.

I'll see you later, kitty-kat.

Oh, I might be in late
tomorrow morning

depending on how my night ends.

And that is why I don't
come in on ladies' night.

♪ And the feeling's right ♪

Hey, baby, what's up?

Oh, my God, you're looking good.

I'm gonna get you a new drink.

That would be great..

- Thanks so much for helping me.
- No problem.

You're doing great.

See you, Elijah.

Oh, bye, Amanda.

[sighs]

- Hi.
- Hi.

You doin' alright?

No.

I feel like I'm hung over
and I didn't even drink tonight.

And my feet are killing me,

and I am starving.

Did you have lunch
before coming to work?

I had a burger at a fast-food
place with Katrina.

You should have taken
a break and ordered something

from the kitchen, everybody eats
for free during their shift.

I think I'm just gonna lay
my head right down here

and go to sleep.

Hang on a second,
I'll be right back.

Tan-ta-na-na!

Thank you.
I will eat in a second.

I am just finishing
counting out my tips.

I had no idea how much money
you can make tip wise

because I've never done this.

This is way more
than I anticipated.

Okay.

So, this is for the clothing

and the toiletries
I bought today.

And I'm hanging on
to a little bit for incidentals

but if I make this much
every night,

I should have paid you back
in no time

and then I can start
looking for my own place

and I'll be out of your way.

You did well tonight.

You sound surprised.

Well, maybe I am.

You pick these up pretty quick
for not having any experience...

I will have you know
that I graduated.

Summa Cum Laude
from Northwestern University

with a degree
in political science.

Wow, what do you use a big fancy
degree like that for?

I don't.

I was thinking about
going to law school

but my parents nixed that idea.

You wanted to go to law school?

Well, I, I wanted to do
something for me

and that wasn't allowed.

After all, why do you need
a law degree

if you're just
expected to get married

and be some man's arm candy,
stay at home,

and make babies?

So-so you don't want to get
married and have babies?

Yeah, of course I do.

I just want to do that
with a man I'm in love with

and not someone
who's been handpicked for me.

I want, I need more for my life.

Alright, I get your need
to be self-sufficient,

but... you don't want to be a
waitress the rest of your life.

But you have to admit it's kind
of an interesting start

to whatever is to come.

Okay, if you could do anything,
be anything in the world...

what would it be?

I would be a pastry chef.

Really?

Okay, when I was growing up,

I used to sneak into the kitchen

and hang out with our,
with our housekeeper Maggie

when she was making desserts,
she taught me to bake...

cakes and pastries
and pies and I,

I loved every second of it.

I actually went to culinary
school two years ago

and I was certified
as a pastry chef

but my, my parents didn't take
that seriously either.

But you did go.

If it makes you happy,
you should do it.

Well, I've seriously
thought about it

and I just think
with no real job experience as,

as a pastry chef or anything,
for that matter,

I don't think
that a one-star restaurant

would consider hiring me

let alone a five-star
establishment.

Well, you won't know
unless you try it, right?

Yeah.

So, what about you?
How did you end up owning a bar?

Um, well, Jerry was the guy
that owned the bar

and he hired me when I was 16.

God, I needed a job so bad.

He started me out sweepin'
floors, takin' out the trash,

you know, just general clean up.

Worked my ass off,
and the harder I worked

the more he taught me
about the business.

He was like
this father figure to me,

since I didn't really have one.

When I turned 21,
he put me behind the bar.

Taught me everything I know.

Just kind, caring, selfless.

Oh, he was the best.

You said was.

Yeah, uh, he had a heart attack
and passed away

when I was 24,
that's actually how I found out

that I owned the bar.

He didn't have a wife,
a family. No kids.

You know, Katrina was right,

you are nothing
like your brother Mason.

[laughs]

Thank God I'm not like Mason.

What, what exactly did Katrina
tell you about me?

She said that you are
the responsible one.

Mm.

Yeah.

Why do people call you "Saint?"

Uh, well, the nickname actually
comes from Mason,

believe it or not. He calls me
saint 'cause I have a tendency

to help other people.

Like, Hank, and Elijah, and me.

Yeah.

I didn't have the, uh...

the best life before Jerry.

And now I'm fortunate enough
to be in a position

where I can help
a lot of people.

Even if it's something as simple
as giving them a job.

I love how you see
the good in people.

Well, it wasn't always that way.

Your life is so opposite
of how I grew up.

I had everything handed to me
and I took it for granted.

And I just...

I just...

In that world,
everything was so superficial

and I just felt so suffocated

and every time that I tried
to better myself

or make a difference, I was
reminded that I'm a Jameson

and there are expectations
I have to live up to,

and what I want doesn't matter.

Well, look at you now,
all stubborn and rebellious.

Yeah. Yeah, I...

I like how it feels.

I kinda like being a bad girl.

It feels...

It feels quite liberating.

[instrumental music]

Touch me, Clay.

Samantha, I already
warned you this morning.

What, that you're not
a gentleman?

That you don't like it...

sweet or soft and gentle.

No.

Well, I don't need
a warning, Clay.

I, I thought about it all day
what you said to me

and about what
you wanna do to me,

and I asked myself
if that's what I want too.

You have no idea what you want.

That's where you're wrong.

I know exactly what I want

and I, I want you...

more than I've ever wanted
another man.

I am trying really,
really hard...

not to take advantage
of what you're offering.

And that kiss this morning...

just thinking about it
makes me...

Wet.

Well, that's definitely
one of the things,

but it makes me think
about everything

that I want.

Your mouth on me

and your tongue
giving me pleasure

and what it would feel like

for you to slip deep,
deep inside of me.

I don't want to be
a good girl anymore, Clay.

I want to be very,

very bad with you, Saint Clay.

I'm not a saint, cupcake.

Especially when it comes
to fucking.

Well, that's a good thing
because I don't want a saint,

I want a sinner.

[moaning]

♪ I wanna see ♪

♪ If there's anything worth
saving ♪

♪ Inside of me ♪

♪ Anything worth saving
inside of me ♪

Saman-Samantha...

It's getting late.

It's late.

Yeah, it's late.

And I'm gonna go take
a long, hot shower.

Are you coming?

No. Not for a while.

You're afraid I'm gonna have
my wicked way with you?

Not at all.

Okay then.

- Goodnight, Saint.
- Goodnight, cupcake.

[door creaks open]

[instrumental music]

[exhales]

♪ Six bottles of wine ♪

♪ Six bottles of wine ♪

♪ I'm gonna walk the line ♪

♪ You've got yours
and I've got mine ♪

♪ I'm gonna break you
this time ♪

Goodnight, guys.
Good to see ya.

- Goodnight, Clay.
- Thanks a lot.

[sighs]
Hey.

I'm going upstairs.
Are you coming?

Uh, I'm gonna s... Um...

I'm gonna stay down here
and get some work done.

Okay.

Goodnight.

♪ Baby I know you ♪

♪ Like a trick coin
always set to lose ♪

♪ Lower than the Delta Blues ♪

♪ Hands up baby
before I shoot ♪

♪ Six bottles of wine ♪
♪ Six bottles of wine ♪

♪ Six bottles of wine ♪

♪ I'm gonna walk the line ♪

♪ You've got yours
and I've got mine ♪

Put the ketchup in the walk-in
when you're finished, okay?

- Okay.
- Thank you.

Clay, can I get some help
with the keg?

Yeah, one second.

♪ I'm gonna break you
this time ♪

[instrumental music]

"Hi, mom,
I know you must be worried

"but please know I'm fine.

"I found a job and I'm earning
money, it feels really good

"to be taking care of myself
for a change.

I hope to see you soon.
I love you, Samantha."

You need any help with that?

How long do you intend
to avoid being alone with me?

It's for your own good.

Why does everyone think
they know what's best for me?

When does what I want matter?

Samantha, I'm not going to...

Please don't say no.

I'm a grown woman, Clay,
and I want you.

And I know that
you feel the same.

You're eating me up
with your dark eyes.

And even though you haven't
touched me, I'm getting wet

just thinking about all
the things you wanna do to me

and all of the things
I wanna do to you.

Take off your shirt
so I can touch you.

[instrumental music]

♪ Come here close to me ♪

♪ Where you belong ♪

You touch all you want...

but when you're done, I'm
in charge, do you understand?

[Clay sighs]

♪ But I think ♪

♪ You should never go ♪

♪ Feeling your lips on mine ♪

♪ And I'm on paradise ♪

You're so hot and hard.

♪ I never felt this
I've never felt ♪

And soft.

[chuckles]

[sighs]

[music continues]

♪ Our eyes are running wild
and I know ♪

♪ The thought of you is often
I know ♪

♪ And I couldn't
wish for more ♪

♪ Feeling your lips on mine
and I'm on paradise ♪

♪ Up in the moonlight ♪

[moaning]

♪ I never felt this I've never
felt this desire ♪

[breathing heavily]

[moaning]

[music continues]

[moans]

Stand up.

[music continues]

Take off your top.

Hm.

Leave it.

[breathing heavily]

[music continues]

[breathing heavily]

[moaning]

I want more.

On the desk...

unless you change your mind.

Mmm.

[moaning]

Oh, yes.

Thank you, Mason.

Come here.

Do you still want this?

Yes, I want this.

[breathing heavily]

[moaning]

[breathing heavily]

[moaning]

Hey, can I get you
another drink?

- Cupcake.
- Oh, hey!

- How you doin'?
- I'm okay, I'm good.

- Look at you, so professional.
- Yeah. Thanks.

What's up, Levi?
Did you talk to Mason?

Not personally.

Though he did text me to tell me

you have a woman
living with you.

You think big news like that

would come directly
from you instead.

She's not living with me

in the way that you mean.

It doesn't matter
why she's living with you

the fact that you let a woman
stay in your place

for more than one night is quite
uh, shocking and fascinating...

Okay, she didn't have anywhere
else to go,

I'm just helping her
get back on her feet.

Oh, it's very charitable of you.

Hey, can I get two shots of
whiskey and a couple of beers...

I take it she's the gorgeous
blonde over there?

Yeah, that's her. Samantha.

Also known as cupcake.

Fuck Mason and his big mouth.

Did you really expect anything
less from Mason?

Hey, handsome,
what can I do for you?

Uh, Samantha, this is my other
brother Levi.

He's a cop with the Chicago PD.

- Hi, it's so nice to meet you.
- Likewise.

So you,
you're the respectable brother?

- Excuse me?
- Katrina.

Ah, yes, I suppose
I am the respectable one,

at least compared to Mason.

That's an understatement,
there's a reason why

Katrina calls him a man whore.

I just think Mason hasn't found
the right woman yet.

That is an optimistic thought,
even for Mason.

The man's got a point.

I have to go back to work.
I'm sure I'll see you around.

This one's different...
isn't she?

Whatever may or may not be
going on is just casual.

And only until she can figure
out what she's doing next.

Mm-hm.

What?
Spit it out!

- You're an idiot.
- You're an idiot.

I know what I'm doing.

You don't know shit.

I saw the way she looked at you.

But more importantly, I noticed
the way you looked at her.

Like you'd vault over this bar
if any guy in this place

so much as laid a hand on her.

Never seen such a possessive
look in your eyes,

that's how I know
she's different.

I barely know her.

Our mother didn't give us
a reason to trust women.

She didn't give a shit about us,
and Wyatt was even worse,

the bastard had no qualms
beating the crap out of us.

Shut up.

How long are you gonna let

what they did to us

dictate your future
and happiness?

No one's perfect, hell,
everyone's got a past.

But no matter what you think
or feel about

what Wyatt did to you...

you're a good person, Clay.

Stop stirring shit up.

If you just talk about it
instead of pretending

like it never happened,
maybe you'd quit hiding

behind this bar
and maybe you wouldn't let this

one worthwhile woman get away.

Let it fucking go, dude.

I don't need a lecture.

And all that stuff
has nothing to do

with any kind of relationship
that I have with Samantha.

No.

It's holding you back
from having any kind

of relationship at all.

You don't always have to be
so strong for everyone, Clay.

And you don't have to
carry the burden alone.

If you remember,
I was there too.

I fucking remember everything.

Now, if you're done analyzing
me, you can see your way out.

I have a lot of work to do.

Of course you do.
Have a good night, Clay.

Fuck you for screwing up
my night, asshole.

You're welcome.

Hey. You okay?

I'm fine.

- Hey.
- Hey, what are you doing here?

I have a delivery for you.

I didn't order anything.

You didn't, but Clay did.

Or rather Clay told me
what he wanted

and I did all the ordering.

There's no way he could have

pulled this off without me.

Bring it in, boys.

I didn't know
what exactly you needed

so I told the consultant
at the store

to put together everything
a new pastry chef would need.

Oh, my God.

So you should be well-equipped,
I pretty much cleared out

the bacon aisle
at the grocery store.

This is too much, he must have
spent a small fortune.

Clay didn't hesitate
when I told him

how much everything was.

Well, I have to go
say thank you.

Tell you what, how about you
start unpacking everything

see what's inside
and I'll go get Clay.

Okay.

[chuckles]

[gasps]

[chuckles]

She liked everything?

(Katrina) Are you kidding me?
She loved it.

I don't think I've ever seen
a woman so thrilled

to get kitchen appliances
as a gift from a man.

[chuckling]

Well, that was fun.

- Thank you again for everything.
- Yeah.

Couldn't have done it
without you.

It's my pleasure,
anyway, I gotta run,

but Samantha's
waiting for you upstairs,

so go and enjoy her excitement.

- Okay.
- And for the record, I like her.

- A lot.
- I do too.

Bye.

[whirring]

Does, uh, everything
meet with your approval?

I can't believe you did
all of this for me.

Well, you want to be a pastry
chef, you gotta be able to bake,

I just supplied the means
to make that happen.

Thank you so much, Clay.

You have no idea
what this means to me.

I will pay you back
for everything,

every single cent, I promise.

It's a gift, cupcake,
you don't have to pay

something back that's a gift.

I can.

Okay, well, I'll tell you what,
how about you repay me

by making me
your favorite dessert?

Well, my favorite dessert isn't
anything extravagant

but if you want
I can make you something fancier

like a chocolate profiterole
or an eclair.

Do I look like somebody
who eats chocolate

whatever-they're-called
and fancy eclairs?

I want your favorite dessert.

Okay. Will you, will you stay
and keep me company?

Sure.

[instrumental music]

♪ You're my little halo ♪

♪ I can't see much ♪

♪ Past your lie ♪

♪ Swing low by my window ♪

♪ Carry me far ♪

[chuckles]

♪ From this cold cold night ♪

♪ Thrill me my love ♪

♪ I can't get enough ♪

♪ Your hands my heart ♪

♪ Tied up ♪

♪ Thrill me my love ♪

♪ Fortune fell upon me ♪

♪ Like a boulder ♪

♪ In a steep ravine ♪

♪ Baby I'm no daisy ♪

♪ I'm drunk and lazy ♪

♪ But I'll make you sing ♪

♪ Thrill me my love ♪

♪ I can't get enough ♪

♪ Your hand my heart ♪

♪ Tied up ♪

♪ Thrill me my love ♪

It, it's a cupcake.

Not just any cupcake,

this is a lemon cupcake
with a cream curd inside

and a melt in your mouth

buttercream frosting
whipped on top.

I guarantee it is the best thing
you'll ever put in your mouth.

Well, maybe the second,
third or fourth best thing,

but definitely
not the best thing.

You're so bad.

Oh, I can be even badder.

You want me to go on
about those other things

that are sweeter than candy?

No, I want you
to eat my cupcake.

Mm.

Oh, I've already had a taste
of the best cupcake

I'm ever gonna have.

But if sit on my lap
maybe I'll try this lemon one.

- Thank you for indulging me.
- Mm-hm.

Better give me a bite quicker
before I change my mind

and eat you instead.

[giggles]

Hm.

Hm.

When I was a kid...

When you were a kid, what?

- Never mind. It's nothing.
- No, no. What?

It's obviously something.

Were you not allowed
to have cupcakes?

[sighs]

When I was a kid I didn't know
what cupcakes were.

How is that even possible?

I mean, my brothers and I never
really had a birthday party.

The school we went to
didn't allow outside food,

not even on special occasions.

We didn't have a TV.

And all the groceries we got
were from a local food bank.

First time I saw a cupcake,

I was walking home from school,

I was like seven years old

and I passed by this
upscale bakery.

I looked in the window and...

[chuckles]

I could not stop
staring at them.

I was so hungry.

And that's when the woman inside
came out

and chased me away.

Why would she do that
to a little boy?

You know, people in town saw me

as this lowlife Kincaid,

this bastard child of a...

a crack whore.

And having a poor, dirty
little kid outside your store

isn't very good for business.

I'm so sorry.

That's a long time ago.

Well, I'll make you all
the cupcakes that you like...

whenever you want.

You're the only cupcake I need.

I do think you need
a little frosting.

[moaning]

Fuck! I forgot a condom.

Actually...

I like to be prepared.

[instrumental music]

Oh, bye, Charlie.

- Night.
- See you.

♪ If only I could see
right through you ♪

♪ Sleeping dogs would lie ♪

♪ If only I could
take what's given ♪

♪ And just be satisfied ♪

♪ I know I know
it was just a fool's gold ♪

♪ I know I know
I should fold ♪

♪ I know I know
it was just a fool's gold ♪

♪ I know I know
I should fold ♪

Here is all the money I owe you.

Thank you.

[chuckles]

♪ You send me down
against the grain ♪

♪ Until you've been erased ♪

♪ I know I know know
it was just a fool's gold ♪

♪ I know I know
I should fold ♪

♪ I know I know
it was just a fool's gold ♪

♪ I know I know
I should fold ♪

♪ If only I could see
you right through you ♪

♪ Sleeping dogs would lie ♪

- Hi.
- Hi.

♪ If only I could take ♪

♪ What's given ♪

♪ And just be satisfied ♪

♪ I know I know
it was just a fool's gold ♪

♪ I know I know
I should fold ♪

♪ I know I know
it was just a fool's gold ♪

♪ I know I know
I should fold ♪

♪ I know I know
it was just a fool's gold ♪

♪ I know I know
I should fold ♪

♪ I know I know
it was just a fools gold ♪

♪ I know I know
I've been told ♪

- Hey.
- Hi.

- What are you doing?
- Just a little inventory.

What do you have for me today?

This is a caramel Fleur de Sel,
French...

- Layman's terms, please.
- Okay.

It is two sweet
meringue-based cookies

with a whipped caramel cream
in the center.

Mm, meringue-based, see,
using those big ones again.

- Just try the damn thing.
- Okay.

Mm.

Every day
you make something new.

And every day I swear
it's my favorite,

but always those are like little
tastes of heaven in my mouth.

Next to you, of course.

I need to talk to you.

Oh, talking's overrated.

Wouldn't you rather us go
upstairs and...

have me use my mouth
for other things.

How about after?

It's kind of something
that's important to me.

Okay. Have a seat.

First of all, thank you
for letting me borrow

your laptop
for the past couple of days.

Well, you're welcome, but that
can't be what's so important.

No.

And so I've been thinking
and considering

all my options the past week,

how do I move forward
as a pastry chef.

How does someone
with no experience get a job.

And what kind of environment
do I want to work in

and I, I just realized that

I don't want to work
in a restaurant.

I want to work
in a French bakery.

Hm.

I can see you doing that.

You know Mason came near
the break room the other day

and he had one of those
French pastries you made

with the vanilla custard
and the flaky whatever.

And after eating it, he said
that he was going to marry you

and keep you in the kitchen
and baking him

pastries and pies all day.

And what did you say to that?

I told him
over my fucking dead body.

So, I, I contacted this woman
that my mother used to hire

to make pastries at different
events we had at the house

and her name is Adeline.

She owns a French bakery
and a catering business

in downtown Chicago.

So, I did my research
and I read all the reviews

all of which are nearly
five stars.

She has a phenomenal reputation.

So, I worked up the nerve
and I, I gave her a call.

I, I didn't know
you were looking for a job.

Well, I didn't wanna
say anything

until it was more concrete.

Well, anyway, I gave her a call

and she wants
to interview me next week

for a position as a baker.

It's great.
That's exactly what you want.

Although I hate losing
such a good waitress.

Well, there's something else
I need to talk to you about.

I, I'm going to look
for my own place.

I've taken advantage
of your generosity

for longer than I should have
and you've been great

but it's really past time.

I mean, it's no trouble having
you stay upstairs.

Are you, are you sure you're
in a position

where you can afford
something like that?

Actually, yeah.

I pawned my necklace
and my watch

and I should have more
than enough for rent

and other necessities so long
as I budget carefully.

Oh, you've been busy.

Well, I have to think
about my future.

I can't stay here forever.

[door opens]

Um, that must be the beer
delivery, I'm expecting.

[bell ringing]

Well, well, well.

If it ain't Clay Kincaid.

All grown up
with a bar his very own.

Get the fuck out of here.

That any way to greet
an old friend?

Get the fuck out of my bar!

(Wyatt)
Whoo, whoo.

[laughs]
Oh.

Not until we have a chat first.

Oh, boy, ain't that a fine
little piece of ass

you got over there.

You always were a stupid
little fuck, weren't you?

You come at me again
and I swear to God

I'll fuckin' gut you

like I should
all those years ago. Huh?

And then I'll make your little
whore watch you bleed out.

- Go upstairs, Samantha.
- Oh, don't worry, sweetheart.

I-I ain't gonna stab lover boy

unless he gives me a reason to.

[breathing heavily]

Hey, uh, Katrina,
you need to send

Mason over to the bar
immediately.

There's a man here
that's threatening

to kill Clay and...

Uh, call Levi too.

You and I have nothing
to talk about, asshole.

I think we do.

I need some cash.

Fifty grand to be exact.

And you are gonna provide it
to me by the end of the week.

Yeah, well, I don't have
that kind of money.

And even if I did,
you're the last person on earth

I'd give it to.
So get the fuck out of my bar.

You will give me that cash

or whoop,

something bad is gonna
happen to this bar.

Or better yet, how about that
sweet little blonde of yours?

You know, the one
with the wide innocent eyes.

I'll bet you anything,
she'll fetch at least 50 grand

on the black market.

I should have killed you
when I had the chance.

(Wyatt)
Oh, yes, you should have.

But you didn't.

And so here we are.

Nice little family reunion.

Fifty grand. Make it happen,
you got three days.

Or we could let natural
selection take its course.

Do not fuck with me on this.
Do not.

If you do, the consequences
will be brutal!

Three days!

I'll be in touch.

[sighs]
Fuck.

[door opens]

Jesus!

Where the fuck is he?

Where's Samantha? Is she okay?

She was down here
when Wyatt came in

and saw him at his finest.

Fucking asshole.

(Clay) I sent her
upstairs, she called you?

She called Katrina.

She insisted on coming with us.

I sent her up to the apartment
the backway,

so Samantha wouldn't be alone.

After all this time,
what the hell did he want?

Money.

Fifty grand to be exact.

Somehow he found out I own a bar

and he needs a quick infusion
of cash

and he thinks
I'm gonna give it to him.

Fucker.

You should
have killed him, Clay.

Man, you know I would've
helped you bury the body

or feed him to the sharks.

Really?

Dude, you're such
a fucking killjoy.

I'm just trying to save
a pretty boy like you

from going to prison
and becoming someone's bitch.

Yeah, I need a drink.

[sighs]

Wyatt, huh?

Yeah.

You okay?

I'll be fine.

I thought you could use
something stronger

than your normal
pansy ass spritzer.

Orange juice, straight up.

Always a comedian, aren't you?

Thanks, man.

There's more, guys.

Wyatt gave me three days
to come up with the money.

He sounded desperate,
so I'm assuming

he's in some kind of trouble.

Yeah, well, he can rot in hell
for all I care.

But you're not thinking
of actually

giving him the money, are you?

Well, it's not my first option,

but he did threaten Samantha.

Said that he could get 50 grand
for her in the black market.

Jesus.

The fucker
is into human trafficking now?

Now we all know
what he's capable of.

I wouldn't be surprised.
Bottom line is this.

I can't keep Samantha locked up
in my apartment forever.

And I don't wanna give Wyatt
what he wants.

But if anything happened
to her, it would kill me.

Nothing's happening to her.

Let me run his name
in the system,

I'm sure he's got a rap sheet
a mile long.

Look, the next time
he comes in here

we take him into custody
and bust him

for blackmail and extortion.

So, he gets a slap on the wrist

and he's back out
on the street in two weeks?

It's not ideal.

But just give me 24 hours to see
what I can come up with.

I think feeding him to the
sharks is still the better idea.

Okay.
I don't care what happens to me.

I just need to know
that she's gonna be okay.

Consider it done.
I'll get eyes on her ASAP.

Thanks, man.

Of course.

[instrumental music]

[thudding]

[gasps]

Clay, it's me.

So, what's up?

Jesus, I'm sorry.

What're you doing up?

I couldn't sleep, just like you.

Go back to bed.

Tell me how you got those scars.

It doesn't matter.

Every single thing
about you matters to me

including how you got
those scars.

Was it that man
that came in today?

Did he hurt you?

Leave it alone.

You don't have to
keep everything

bottled inside of you.

Samantha, my past is dark

and it's ugly and is twisted.

And the last thing I want
is to put images in your head

that don't need to be there.

So... leave me alone

before I do something
we'll both regret.

I will never regret anything
that I've done with you.

Ever.

[moaning]

Samantha, I want you
so fucking bad.

I'm yours.

[moaning]

Thank you.

[exhales]

[sighs]

You asked about the scars
on my back.

Yeah.

Will you tell me?

My mother was a, a crack addict

and a prostitute.

Mason, Levi, and I, we all have
different fathers,

all from a different John,
we never knew them.

We never had a man's influence
in our lives.

I mean, there were a lot of guys
who lived with us

but they were all addicts

just like mom.

And since she was never
conscious or aware enough

to take care of us,
I took that on pretty young.

That must have been so hard.

I was six when Levi was born.

Always made sure
he had his bottle.

Changed his diaper the best
that I could.

I made these serial sandwiches
for Mason and I

when we had food in the house,

but...

lot of times
we just went to bed hungry.

Why didn't Social Services
step in?

Well, we lived in the projects.

Neighbors didn't care, so our
mother was never reported.

In her lucid moments
whenever I complained, she...

she put the fear of God in me.

Said that if I told anybody,
Social Services

would split us up forever.

That's awful.

So, I went to school
and I was a good kid

because I was afraid if I did
anything wrong

I would lose my brothers.

I did what I had to do,
raise Mason, Levi

the best way I could.

Try to keep them out of trouble.

They were lucky to have you.

When I was 15, our mother
got involved with Wyatt.

He moved in,
kept her doped up on pills,

pimped her out for cash,

All the while running these

shitty little side businesses.

And while she was out at night,

he terrorized us.

One of the things he'd do
would be

to, uh, pin me down
on the ground

and... press a lit cigarette

into my back

burning these... holes.

That sick bastard would get off
of me screaming.

And the more I squirmed
and cried, the more he

pressed... harder

and longer.

But he didn't do it
to my brothers.

There were times when they would
just stand there

watching helplessly.

I told them not to get involved.

And one day our mother
was arrested for possession

solicitation and it was
her fifth offence,

so she was sentenced
to 18 months

and...

somehow that bitch was able

to appoint Wyatt
as our legal guardian.

And the abuse got worse.

Why would she do that you
and your brothers?

Who knows.

Probably made the most sense

to her drug-addled brain.

What happened to her?

She served three months,

had a stroke and died.

And that's when Wyatt decided
that we were now his property

and that he was gonna do
whatever he wanted.

The thought of Wyatt being
our legal guardian

until I turned 18 scared
the shit out of me.

I knew he'd do anything
and everything

to go after Mason and Levi.

Pimp 'em out,
get them hooked on drugs.

Anything.

So, I, uh...

I stole a butcher knife

from a store...

Tell me.

I came home one day and...

Wyatt had Levi cornered.

He already backhanded him
a few times.

I told Levi to run and he locked
himself in the bathroom.

And then Wyatt came after me.

I pulled the knife and it was

so much running through me.

I swore I was gonna kill
the fucker.

Wyatt was much stronger
back then

and we just got him locked.

I pushed him back
and gave him a nasty cut

on the side of his face.

- You gave him that scar?
- Yeah.

Stabbed him in the arm too.

It was enough for him to realize
that he couldn't mess

with us anymore
and he finally left.

Haven't seen him until today.

Your brothers were so young.

What did you do
after Wyatt was gone?

Mason was 12 and Levi was 10.

I wasn't gonna lose them
to foster care

so for the next couple of months
until I turned 18

I worked any and every kind
of job I could

just to pay the bills
and stay off the radar.

Went dumpster diving for food.

That's when...

that's when Jerry saw me.

And he gave me my first job here
at the bar.

Gave me my first
weekly paycheck.

Levi was a good kid.

He tried to stay out of trouble

but Mason...

what a goddamn hellion.

He was that at young, huh?

I think Mason
was just testing me

because he was afraid I'd leave

just like our mother.

She may not have been there
in a way that mattered

but she was still mom.

We never had a dad, so...

the whole thing kinda messed
with his head.

Still does, I think.

Your brothers are good men

because of everything
that you did for them.

Except here we are...

facing the man
who fucked all of us up.

I never thought
I'd see him again.

Hey.

Hey.

What's this?

It's just been a long day.

It's okay.

What... Why are you packing?

Samantha.

[sighs]
I'm going home.

I... I don't understand.
I thought...

You're just gonna give up
what you were fighting for?

It's what I need to do.

Okay.

I don't want you leaving
without some kind of security

not without this issue
with Wyatt resolved.

I called my father and he's
sending over his private car

and personal security, so they
should be here any minute.

I have to go.

[instrumental music]

(Levi)
Clay. Clay.

Clay. Jesus!

I know Samantha leaving
has thrown you for a loop,

but I need you to pay attention
to what I'm about to tell you.

I'm fine.
What'd you find out about Wyatt?

He has a warrant out
for his arrest.

- For what?
- First-degree murder.

What did he do?

Uh, about a year ago
a woman he was living with

who's been arrested numerous
times for drug possession,

solicitation was found dead.

His DNA was all over
the crime scene,

but they couldn't find him.

Must've been layin' low
so they couldn't catch him.

Whoever's after him now must be
scarier than going to prison.

Well, the detective working
the case is setting up a sting

to bring him into custody

whenever, wherever
he tells you to meet him.

There's more than enough
evidence to bring Wyatt

into custody.

Murder is a capital charge,

which means,
life without parole.

He's gonna rot in prison.

All you need to do is let me
know the time and the place

as soon as you hear from Wyatt.

And the PD's gonna take care
of the rest.

Chances are
he's gonna come here first.

Then tell him you got to
pick up the cash

and you'll meet him
somewhere neutral.

And then,
call me with the details.

Okay.

Alright.

And once that's done,
you need to keep your ass here.

Until I confirm we have Wyatt
in custody.

- Got it?
- Got it.

Thanks.

Come here.

We're gonna get him.

Hey, sorry, buddy.
We don't open till 4:00.

Uh, actually, I'm here
to speak with Clay Kincaid.

That's me.

Mind if I come in
for a few minutes?

Uh, sure.

What can I do for you, Mister...

Blackwell.

Harrison Blackwell III.

So, Samantha told you about me.

Yes, she did.

What can I do for you?

I'm here to deliver a package.

And I wanted to meet the man

that Samantha has given up
her new independent life for.

Excuse me?

She didn't tell you, did she?

Tell me what?

Samantha called her father
yesterday

and told him to that
she needed money immediately.

That you were in trouble,
and that she wanted to help.

And Conrad Jameson,
as you've already surmised

struck a bargain...

her return home,
an agreement to marry me

in exchange for giving you
50 grand.

The thing is,
we've known all along

where Samantha has been.

The night she left,
Conrad's security firm

found out exactly where she was.

They've updated Conrad daily,

and when she ended up moving in
with you and staying here,

he was provided
with a full background report

on you as well.

If Conrad knew
where Samantha was

why didn't he just come get her?

He saw something in your report
that assured him that

you were trustworthy.

So, he figured that Samantha
just needed to

sow some wild oats
before she settled down...

and married me.

For the sake
of the investment firm?

Hm.

Correct.

I know Samantha doesn't love me.

Quite frankly,
I don't love her either.

She's too spirited.
She's way too independent.

And I know she'd be miserable
in a structured marriage

like ours would be.

She wants her own life,
her own career.

[sighs]

And the fact that
she gave it all up

and agreed
to her father's conditions

in exchange for this money

tells me just how important
you are to her.

Why,
why are you telling me this?

Despite everything,
I'd rather see Samantha

living the kind of life
that she wants to...

with the kind of person
that's going to support her

and make her happy.

And that man is not me.

Have a good afternoon,
Mr. Kincaid.

Thanks.

[inhales sharply]

[cell phone ringing]

Wyatt...

[instrumental music]

He's on the move,
he's on the move, get him.

Hold it, hold it.
Hold up, hold up.

Wyatt Dawson,
you're under arrest for murder.

- Cuff him.
- Hands behind your back.

[cell phone vibrating]

- Hey.
- We got him.

Samantha is safe.

[sighs]

[inhales]

[exhales]

[instrumental music]

Clay Kincaid
to see Conrad Jameson.

Hi, good afternoon.

Mr. Jameson.

I appreciate the money
you sent to help me out,

but I'm returning all of it.

I don't want it.
I don't need it.

In fact, you had to have known
that I was sitting

on a couple of million dollars
in the bank

since you did
a background check on me.

So, why bother?

Two reasons actually.

One, it worked to bring
Samantha back home.

And two, I wanted to see
what kind of man you truly are.

Well, to be honest with you,
sir, I'm more than

a little pissed to find out

the money came
with an ultimatum.

I was getting little tired
of waiting for my daughter

to come to her senses
and come home.

So you blackmailed her?

She's my child,
I want the best for her.

Then let her make her own
decisions.

Let her live her own life.

That is, uh, difficult
for a man like me.

Well, sir, it's not about
what you want.

Hm.

And just where do you think
you fit into her life?

Same answer, sir. It's not about
what I want either.

I would do anything to make
Samantha happy.

Happiness, the way you mean it

is overrated.

And you must be aware,
you're all wrong for her.

Well, I may not be a member
of your investment firm,

or someone from your...

social circle, but I have never
felt anything as right

as being with Samantha.

(Conrad)
And you're confident that

she feels the same?

Yes.

I am.

[chuckles]

Let me tell you something, son.

I didn't like what I saw
in your background check.

Your past leaves a lot
to be desired.

But, the man you've become

despite how you grew up...

impresses me.

I admire the way you have

overcome adversity,

raised your brothers,

help people
who are less fortunate.

Well, you took care of Samantha

when a lesser man would've
taken advantage of her.

Especially after finding out
who she is,

and, well, you know...

what she's worth.

Well, none of that matters
to me.

No offense.

I believe you.

Still, I would rather
she marry Harrison.

The firm will remain
in the family.

But here you are...

And an hour ago, Samantha told
her mother and me that

despite our agreement she was
going back to you tonight.

She's determined to be with you.

She's defiant, stubborn...

She's independent and proud,
just like you.

[sighs]

I don't want to
lose my only child...

which I will do,
if I try to do anything

to keep her away from you.

I promise that I'll do
everything in my power

to give Samantha a good life.

And I will protect her
and respect her

and be the kind of man
who deserves to be with someone

as special as she is.

I'm counting on that.

I love your daughter.

Do you mean it?

Cupcake, you should know by now

that I always mean what I say.

I love you.

More than I ever thought
I could love another person.

And I don't wanna spend
another day without you in it...

ever.

Come here.

I love you so much, Clay.

There is no way
I could stay away from you.

Me neither.

[Conrad clears throat]

Get used to it, dad!

I am so sorry.

Just don't ever leave me again.

Never.

Take me home.

- Hey!
- Thank you.

- Welcome back home, Samantha.
- Yes.

- Oh, thank you.
- Cheers, guys.

- Cheers!
- Cheers, guys!

What're you baking for us
tomorrow?

Cupcakes.

[laughter]

Wow!

♪ You're my ♪

♪ Little halo ♪

Cupcakes.

♪ Swing low by my window ♪

What do you think, Samantha...

[indistinct chatter]

[laughing]

- Oh, jeez.
- Right. Damn!

[whistles]
Get it!

♪ I can't get enough ♪

♪ Your hands my heart ♪

♪ Tight up ♪

♪ Thrill me my love ♪

♪ Fortune fell upon me ♪

♪ Like a boulder ♪

♪ In a steep ravine ♪

♪ Baby I'm no daisy ♪

♪ I'm drunk and lazy ♪

♪ But I'll make you sing ♪

♪ Thrill me my love ♪

♪ I can't get enough ♪

♪ Your hands my heart ♪

♪ Tight up ♪

♪ Thrill me my love ♪

♪ Thrill me my love ♪

♪ I can't get enough ♪

♪ Your hands my heart
tight up ♪

♪ Thrill me my love ♪