Keep Your Distance (2005) Movie Script

And now,

practically live,

from the 84 WHAS

Broadcast Headquarters

in Louisville, Kentucky,

it's the radio program

you have voted number one

for eight years running.

David Dailey!

It's the David Dailey show

on 84 WHAS.

David Dailey here

with senatorial candidate

Mr. Bob Lentz.

Thanks for taking time

out of your busy schedule.

Thank you, Dave.

It's always a pleasure.

You know that.

I have to say, I'm really

impressed with the fact

that you have no negative ads

in this campaign.

Thank you, David.

That's something we wanted

right from the start.

It just doesn't serve anyone,

so we're going to keep it

that way till the very end.

Splat!

Thank you, man.

Looks just like you.

Really.

Where is Susan, anyway?

Meeting us there, I guess.

Is this girl going to show up?

She'll show up.

She had to work.

Yeah.

And her name again is...

Melanie, yeah?

Melody.

- Melo-dee.

- Dee.

How do you keep 'em all

straight?

This one's different, dad.

In case you're curious,

the winner of today's eighth

race was the number two horse,

damn poor rat,

which pretty much describes me

given that I didn't bet on him.

Coming up next is this weekend's

very soggy weather forecast,

brought to you by aqua perfect.

Right after the break,

we'll be back

with this week's

community spotlight,

hosted by the lovely,

the talented,

and the incredibly lucky

to be married to me,

Mrs. Susan Dailey,

if she ever gets here.

I'm right behind you.

You're right behind me.

Hey.

- Hey.

- Where were you?

I'm sorry I'm late.

I had to pull over when I heard

the news about Bob Lentz.

Some repair person

found videos on his computer.

Child porn.

Young boys.

What?

Saturday is opening day

for the new season

of Louisville

youth league baseball.

We'll be there.

Yes, we will,

and on sunday,

the big event is the 15th annual

best buddies picnic fundraiser.

I remember the barbeque

from that picnic last year.

Outstanding.

- Hey.

- Hi.

Good to see you.

Dad, this is melody.

Hi.

Nice to meet you, melody.

So nice to meet you,

Mr. Voight.

You didn't tell me your dad

was going to be here.

I wanted it to be a surprise.

He's always doing that.

I've got a women's club dinner

tonight that I can't miss,

so I'll see you at home later?

I just can't believe that

about Bob.

Poor Elizabeth.

I feel like I should call them.

Well, I've already tried,

but they must have

turned their phones off.

That's a shame.

I mean, he can forget about

the senate.

Playing in Nashville

next week.

This promoter digs our music,

so he set up a show,

and if the thing goes well,

we're looking at

a regional tour.

That's great.

I'm real proud of you, son.

But be careful of people

who kiss your ass.

They're always after something.

Mr. Voight?

You've got a conference call

in ten minutes.

No, no, no.

Dad, don't go yet.

Freak me out.

You know, whit, one day,

you'll have your own show.

You'll learn

how to deal with it.

Some wackos aren't content

to simply listen and watch.

They have to interact;

They have to get personal.

What is it?

Susan's perfume.

- Tim?

- Yeah?

- It's Sean.

- Ready?

- Yeah, we're a go.

- Good luck, man.

Oh, my god.

Whoa.

I love you, melody.

Will you marry me?

No.

What?

No.

I can't marry you, Sean.

Sorry.

I'm sorry.

You really think

I'll have my own show someday?

Um...

No.

Oh, my god!

Are you okay?

Yeah, I'm fine.

Thank you.

That's a hit-and-run!

Hey, there, little darling.

Can you just get out

of my way?

Sorry, boys.

She's with me.

Yeah, um,

it's this silver Taurus.

Thanks.

Thanks a lot.

Oh, thank you.

Um, sorry.

Uh, thanks for the ride.

- No problem.

You can go.

I'm fine, really.

Here.

Look, if you ever need anything,

just give me a call.

I owe you one.

Melody.

From Chicago.

- Yeah.

- I've been there.

Thanks.

You're welcome.

David Dailey

from the radio.

- Yeah.

- Right.

- I'll see you.

- Yeah, uh, thank you again

for the ride.

Hey, whit.

Listen, uh,

when I said I didn't think

you'd ever get your own show

someday,

I didn't mean you'd never

get on the air.

I, uh...

Yeah, I know.

Have a good weekend, dude.

Come on, son.

Welcome to the sealbach.

Hey, you're David Dailey.

Staying with us tonight, sir?

Yes.

Yes, I am.

Thank you.

Susan?

Oh, my god.

David, wait.

David.

Wait.

Damn it.

I cannot believe it.

- Let him go.

Are... are you okay to drive?

I'm fine.

Oh, man.

What the...

What the hell was that?

Wake up, buddy.

I'm sorry.

Sweet.

Get out of the intersection

immediately.

All right.

All right, I can see you.

Pull over to the left curb.

License and registration,

please.

What are you, colorblind?

Uh, no, officer.

I was having a real bad day.

Oh, god.

Listen, I left my license

in my wallet,

and my wallet's back

at the hotel,

and it's a long story.

Uh, have you been drinking,

sir?

Um, officer baines, is it?

Uh-huh.

- Hi, my name's David.

- Hi, David.

Hi.

You know who I am?

Yeah, I know who you are.

Yeah, and what's your name?

Officer baines.

Sean, it's melody.

I've tried calling four times,

and I hope you're okay.

Look, I'm sorry

about what happened.

But trust me;

You don't want to marry me.

Can you just call me

and tell me you're okay?

Try my mobile

or try me at the best western

on brownsboro.

Okay, bye.

Hey, dog.

How come you don't have no

black people on your show?

Hello?

Hello.

I have a collect call from...

Sean?

Sean, is that you?

Hello.

I have a collect call from...

David Dailey...

Stein... man... sen.

An inmate at

Jefferson county jail.

If you wish to accept and pay

for this call,

press 3 and hold.

To refuse, hang up.

Thank you.

David?

Are you okay?

Thank you for doing this.

Now we're even.

It's open.

- Okay.

Serendipity.

The faculty of finding valuable

or agreeable things.

Working on your vocabulary

at 4:00 A.M.

Impressive.

It's more like embarrassing.

I'd invite you in,

but my life is a wreck.

Invite me in anyway.

I have to pee.

- You want to come in?

- Yeah, thanks.

- I'll only take a sec.

- Okay.

Thanks.

Wow.

- Yeah.

Susan and I got this place

a few years ago.

It's great.

It's secluded.

All that.

But it's a 30-minute drive

to downtown.

Susan didn't like that, so

we bought a condo in the city.

It's more convenient.

Your wife

doesn't like it here?

No, not really.

It's amazing.

Sorry.

I'm nosy.

No, no.

It's, uh...

I, uh,

I've got a secret admirer,

or a secret something.

Hmm.

Look at that.

Look, about that bathroom.

Oh...

Sorry.

It's straight down there.

Okay, there.

I'll just be a minute.

Okay.

You want me to fix you

some coffee?

Um, yeah.

Yeah, that would be great.

Thanks.

So do you have kids?

Um, no.

We don't.

We can't.

Sorry.

Do you have any

from your marriage?

I never said I was married.

Ah, you didn't have to.

Flat-out rejecting that proposal

in front of all those people,

it takes the kind of courage

that can only come from someone

who knows how it feels to

be married to the wrong person.

My divorce is final

as soon as we sell the house.

No kids.

Thanks for your help.

I owe you one.

You owe me nothing.

Call your wife.

I'm sure she's worried sick

about you.

I told you,

she's out of town.

You're a terrible liar,

David.

Rumors continue to swirl

around senatorial candidate

Bob Lentz.

The former high school history

teacher vehemently denies

he has ever possessed

child pornography.

Some observers say this scandal

will likely deal a fatal blow...

I don't know.

I'm still working on it.

You look tired.

Well, I didn't get much sleep

last night.

Yeah, me neither.

Listen, you have no business

apologizing to me.

All right, I am the one

that screwed up, all right?

I should be apologizing to you.

It was stupid,

and I was showboating,

and it was selfish.

And I'm sorry.

Apology accepted.

I tell you what,

let me take you to breakfast,

huh?

Before you hit the road?

I know this place.

It serves incredible

chocolate chip pancakes.

Mmm.

Oh, damn. I can't.

I can't.

I'm already late.

All right.

What about the show next week?

Like I said, it just depends

on my schedule, you know?

Melody, if you don't want

to go...

No, no.

No, it's not that.

It's not that.

It's just...

I just need some space

right now.

- Space.

- Yeah.

Okay.

Our backs were against

the walls,

and it was do or die,

and all I wanted to do was

go out there and give it 112%.

And...

Oh, yeah.

And thanks to my teammates

and coaches.

I couldn't have done it

without them.

Attaboy, Taylor.

Now, remember, guys.

You always want to thank

your teammates and your coaches.

Oh, and your wives

and girlfriends too.

Sir?

Excuse me, sir?

Hey.

How'd you find out?

I followed you.

How long's this been going on?

A while.

But no one knows about it.

No one knows about it?

Then what about your...

about her?

Who is she?

We can count on her

being discreet, okay?

Oh, yeah.

She struck me as someone capable

of tremendous self-restraint.

Since we've been married,

I have never been

with another man, David.

I want you to know that.

Is that supposed to make me

feel better, Susan?

I thought it might.

I, uh...

I don't feel like talking

about this right now.

We're gonna have to

sooner or later.

- I choose later.

- David.

Hon, I'm sorry.

I hope I didn't keep you.

No.

No worries.

You're my last call of the day,

then I'm off to indianapolis.

Indianapolis?

- Yeah.

- It's Saturday.

Yeah.

You work too hard, melody.

You need a vacation.

- Oh, I can't.

- What do you mean you can't?

Because they'll just find

some younger, better looking,

morally casual version of me

to fill in.

Just temporally, they'll say,

but 85% of the doctors I call on

are males,

so you do the math.

You know,

I'm having a lot of success

with this marlynon,

especially with treating

postpartum.

Yeah, it's selling

like gangbusters.

So you know David Dailey.

I've been on his show

a few times.

Yeah, I just met him.

He seems like

a really genuine guy.

He is.

So how are things with Sean?

Things?

Things are...

Moving too fast.

Well, maybe you'll meet

a nice doctor that you'll like.

You know, god knows,

you meet plenty of them.

Yeah, I don't date doctors.

Not anymore.

Do you eat tofu?

- No...

- I don't.

Tried it once.

It was just nasty.

Texture problem.

I will never eat it again.

I mean, just the thought of it

takes me back

to that first experience

and makes me sick.

So even if I hadn't eaten

in days

and the only restaurant for

miles served nothing but tofu,

I still couldn't bring myself

to eat it.

I'd rather starve.

That's why I don't date doctors.

You should really think about

that vacation.

Yeah.

All right,

it just keeps going over.

Yeah, man.

Keep on rocking.

Bring something home.

Are you playing a regular "c"?

- No, man...

- hey!

Afternoon, gentlemen.

Hey, man.

Here's that effects pedal

you wanted.

Excellent.

Here's a new one.

You need to learn this

by friday.

Friday?

That's ballsy.

I'm going to take a leak.

As a soon as I get back,

we'll take it from the top.

Another new song by friday?

It's just well-financed.

Why don't you tell him that

to his face?

No way, man.

He's a gun person.

Probably use a capo,

so you might want to just

capo it up.

Wellington hotel,

indianapolis.

Yeah, hi, can you ring melody

Carpenter's room for me, please?

My pleasure.

One moment.

I'm sorry, we don't have a guest

by that name.

- You don't.

- No, sir.

Thank you.

Indianapolis Hampton inn.

Hi, can you ring melody

Carpenter's room for me please?

- Certainly.

- Thank you.

- Fred.

- Yes, sir.

I gotta talk to you

about something.

Yes, sir.

Parked the car the other night

and gave you the keys,

you take it away.

I come back, I find this

on the head of my dashboard,

inside my car.

Yes, sir.

- You know anything about this?

- No, sir.

Anybody give you money

to put that in there?

No, absolutely not.

What about you?

You know anything?

No, sir.

You're in charge

of this whole parking lot.

You're telling me

you can't help me?

- No.

- No?

No, I don't know anything

about it.

I wasn't out here.

- Forget it.

Hey, Hank.

Thanks for meeting me.

No problem, Dave.

What's on your mind?

Something happened to me

last night.

I was hoping

you could keep it a secret.

Oh, that.

It's already taken care of,

my friend.

Susan called me

and gave me a heads-up.

Should be fine.

Uh...

Thanks.

I just need some space

right now.

- Space?

- Yeah.

Okay.

Melody Lynn Carpenter, 31,

majored in French

at Georgetown university.

She signed up

for the peace corps

but fell in love

with Scott Cooper.

That marriage lasted four years.

She refused alimony.

Works 80 hours a week.

Recently promoted

to regional sales rep.

She has a mother in Florida,

but according to phone records,

they've only spoken once

in the last six months.

A couple of speeding tickets

as a teenager,

but other than that,

no criminal record.

Clean as a whistle.

She's a keeper, all right.

And Sean.

Is he behaving?

As far as I can tell.

I want you to keep an eye

on things just the same.

Hello, good people.

This is whit Harrington,

live on WHAS 84.

Thrilled to tell you about

our newest

and most twisted radio program,

The sadist show.

Each week on the sadist show,

several furry

four-legged animals

and my power tool collection

Will clash

in a battle to the death.

Here's a preview

of this week's show,

when a litter of kittens

takes on my electric saw.

Oh.

You are a sick man.

What are you doing here

so early?

What the hell was that?

Oh, it's not finished yet.

Work in process.

Um, I'll go get your mail, dude.

- Got my mail.

- I'll get your coffee.

Okay.

David Dailey.

WHAS.

Hi, David Dailey here,

as the afternoon host

here at WHAS,

you can easily deduce

that I am most definitely

not a morning person,

but keeping the loyal

listening audience

in kentuckiana happy

is a full-time job,

meaning I need to get started

bright and early

each and every day.

How do I manage to get

the wheels turning each morning?

Well, my wife, Susan, tried it,

but nothing...

Hello?

Melody, hi.

It's David Dailey.

Hi, how are you?

I got another note.

We need to talk.

In my office right now.

Hello?

I'll call you back.

Okay.

What is going on?

Okay, two things.

One, I don't want to hear

a word on your show

about that proposal fiasco

at the track last week,

all right?

And that comes straight

from the top.

Got it.

Wasn't planning on it.

Good, good.

- Kevin?

- Yeah?

What's the second thing?

Congratulations!

When are you coming home?

I didn't even know

we were nominated.

Susan also tells me

that you've just been named

to the Winston foundation board,

huh?

You two are a public relations

dream team.

I wish I were both of you.

Congratulations.

Congrats.

- Hey.

Sorry about earlier.

There's an opening for

the sunday graveyard shift.

I'm hoping my new demo

will get me the gig.

That's cool.

Congratulations.

Cheers.

Coming up in the next hour,

we're going to be discussing

the Bob Lentz situation,

and please keep in mind,

ladies and gentlemen,

in this country you are innocent

until proven guilty,

not the other way around.

Okay, we've got to pay

a few bills.

We'll be right back.

Doesn't matter.

What?

Whether Lentz

is innocent or guilty,

it doesn't matter.

Sure it does.

I mean, I know this guy,

and I'm sure that he's innocent.

What he is

is screwed.

Serves him right.

You know, he flunked me

in U.S. history.

Hello?

Hey, melody.

It's David.

I'm sorry I couldn't talk to you

earlier.

I'm dying to hear about

your theory.

Well, I need to see

the new note

for it to even qualify

as a theory.

Well, I'll meet you.

Tell me where.

How about your place?

Okay, let me give you

directions.

I remember how to get there.

Okay.

Bye-bye.

Bye.

- Hey.

- You made it.

- I did.

- Come on in.

- Thanks.

Oh.

God, I didn't notice

all the skylights before.

Yeah.

Thirsty?

You want something to drink?

Oh, yeah, thanks.

Look, three notes,

three red letters.

My guess is they're going

to spell something,

or someone, eventually.

Do any of these combinations

mean anything to you?

Letters that might

spell something.

- Or someone.

Huh.

Well, I'm glad you didn't try

to explain that to me

over the phone.

You didn't seem to mind

me coming over.

I don't.

You must deal with idiots

like this all the time.

I mean, why is this

any different?

Well, let's just say this

put my marriage

under a little stress.

Oh.

What?

Just, when you called me

from jail,

I thought, "why me?

You don't even know me."

But now I get it.

Something's going on

with your wife.

You can't talk to her.

Can't talk to your friends.

If you fix things, you'd just

assume they never knew about it.

So you can't really trust

anyone, can you?

Except someone

you have no history with

who doesn't know you well enough

to betray you.

Do you just sell drugs

or do you prescribe them too?

I don't want a divorce

or a separation

or anything crazy like that.

Neither do I.

People give up too easily

these days.

I like our life.

I love this city.

- We're a team.

- We're a damn good team.

And I'm going to do whatever

it takes to keep us together.

Now, uh, I think that we should

start seeing a therapist,

preferably somebody out of town

so we don't end up

on the front page.

A therapist?

Yeah.

For our, uh...

Sex life.

After ten years of marriage,

it's clear we've grown

a little tired of each other.

The only problem

with our sex life is,

it's limited

to you and me.

Mr. Dailey!

Over here, Mr. Dailey!

Mr. Dailey!

How long have you been

engaging

in deviant sexual behavior?

Are you setting a good example

for the children?

Is your wife's female lover

a prostitute?

How long have you been

a pedophile?

I object to that question.

That is a complete fabrication.

I have nothing more to say

except that I'm innocent

of all these charges.

We're going to talk about that.

- That's a bad thing.

- Yeah, that's bad.

Sorry.

So listen, Sean,

about your show on friday.

That's what I wanted to talk

to you about.

I don't know what to do.

My calendar's a mess.

I'm supposed to be here all day.

I mean, if it was in Louisville,

I promise you I'd be there,

but I just don't think

there's any way

I can get to Nashville.

And, listen,

I think we need to...

it's so bizarre.

What?

Actually what it is

is cool.

It's very cool.

Well, I'm glad, I think.

The show on friday,

it's here.

What?

Yeah, they just moved it

yesterday.

That's what I wanted to talk

to you about.

- Come on, Sean.

- The promoter moved it.

Seriously.

It's at headliners at 11:00.

Here, call and check it out

for yourself if you want to.

No, no.

No, I believe you.

So you'll come then.

Yeah, of course.

I'll be there.

I got to get back

to band practice.

I'll see you on friday.

- Okay.

Headliners.

Hello, hey.

Man, is this Gus?

Yeah, yeah.

Who's this?

I'm actually...

beep!

Hold on a sec.

I got another call.

No, no, no.

I'll give you $500

not to take that call.

Look, slick,

we book only the best acts.

We book 'em months in advance.

We got standards.

We got a reputation.

You can't just stroll in here,

expect to take that stage

this friday night.

I only want to play one song.

It ain't going to happen.

I don't care who you are.

I don't care

who you're related to.

Yeah, headliners.

Hello.

I was wondering if Sean voight

was playing there friday night.

- Yes, ma'am.

- He is?

Huh.

Bye-bye.

You're driving home

with David Dailey and friends

on 84 WHAS.

Up now on the show,

I'm happy to introduce

a very special guest,

ridiculously special in fact,

Dr. Floyd Beasley,

author of

do whatever you want!

He'll be taking your calls

at 555-0198,

so give us a ring.

This is a self-help book?

Yes.

It's for coping with addictions

like drugs, alcohol, food,

and sex.

Super.

Let's see what our first caller

has to say.

Mary from Covington,

you're on the air.

Yep, hi.

I'm curious,

shouldn't sex addiction

be called orgasm addiction?

Well, no,

not necessarily, Mary,

because just like there's

many different kinds of drugs,

there's many different kinds

of sex.

Well, I understand that,

doctor,

but different drugs

do different things.

When it comes to sex,

everybody wants their bell rung.

Huh.

Whit, what do you think?

I wouldn't know, Dave.

I'm still a virgin.

Okay.

Well, let's see what a sex

addict has to say about this.

I see we have one on line two.

Excuse me, shouldn't

we be talking about my book?

Mary, why don't you stay

with us?

We're going to do

a little three-way

with Steven from Fern Creek.

You're on the air.

You claim to be a sex addict?

Yeah, I got to have sex

several times a day,

preferably with as many partners

as possible.

That doesn't make you

an addict, darling.

That makes you a whore.

Oh, Mary from Covington...

Stephen,

do you have a rebuttal?

Yeah, whatever.

Click!

Hello?

Well, I guess he went

to go do his thing.

What we mustn't escape here

is that sexual addiction

is a very important reality

in today's society.

No, it's yet another

misdiagnosis

in an over-medicated

pro-victim society

that conveniently ascribes

its indulgences and deficiencies

to fabricated afflictions.

Wow, that was

a lot of syllables.

Okay, if you're scoring at home,

and Stephen, we know you are,

probably with

your vacuum cleaner,

that's Mary from Covington, 41;

Dr. Beasley

and Stephen, goose egg.

Oh!

Zilch, zip.

Oh!

Ahh!

Blank.

We're supposed to be

promoting my book right now.

Well, aren't we, though?

Go be funny to a chair.

This interview is over.

Okay, fine.

Hey, do whatever you want.

We'll be right back

with something

that can't possibly top that.

Mary from Covington,

wherever you are,

you made my day.

Likewise.

What the hell

was that all about?

Oh, relax, Kevin,

it's not like

we had hookers

swallowing kielbasas in here.

Do you think that I enjoy

kissing your ass, David?

Let me tell you,

I do it because I have to,

because you're the star.

But let me explain something

to you, pal.

You are not bulletproof.

When you make the station

look bad,

you make me look bad.

That is not something

you want to do.

I'm sorry, Kevin.

I'm sorry.

I don't know what got into me.

Yeah.

Neither do I.

Hey!

You!

I'm talking to you!

Smack!

Who are you?

What do you want?

What do you want from me?

Pizza.

Boombozz pizza.

We just opened

right across the street.

I'm sorry.

Freakin' nut case.

Do you own a gun?

No.

I'm co-chair of the Kentucky

anti-violence coalition.

Don't worry.

I'll be fine.

Ah, maybe my theory's crap.

Um, melody,

the very first note

wasn't just a note.

Inside was a hotel room key.

And in the room,

I found my wife

in bed

with another woman.

Wow.

Yeah.

I'm the first person

you've told about this.

Yeah.

Look, maybe we're thinking

about this the wrong way.

I mean, maybe someone's

trying to help you.

The only thing

anyone is trying to do is...

And you know what?

It's working.

No, look,

if they wanted to screw you,

they would have taken

this information public by now.

This person knew your wife

was cheating on you

and they found a discreet way

to tell you and prove it to you.

So it definitely counts

as cheating

even though it's with...

I don't know, the same gender?

What the hell do I know?

But isn't two women

every man's fantasy?

Maybe it's not cheating

if they invite you to join them.

And life's supposed to be

about the journey,

not the destination, right?

That'd be a hell of a ride.

Yeah, well, see, that's...

Kind of the thing.

Wait.

You're kidding.

I mean, I was when I said that.

When I was 18,

I couldn't get that thought

out of my head, and now,

if i...

if I don't go through with this,

does that make me gutless?

Unadventurous?

I think

it just makes you human.

Sorry I'm late, dude.

Traffic was totally

un-mellow.

Have a seat.

Check this out.

Wow.

This looks great.

Look, whit.

I talked to Kevin this morning

about the sunday

graveyard shift.

Oh, really?

It's not gonna happen.

What?

Why?

These things take time.

Time?

I'm 27.

You got your first break

when you were 21.

That puts me,

like, six years behind schedule.

I got lucky.

If Terry hadn't retired,

who knows when...

but you're never gonna retire.

Maybe you should think about

another station,

maybe even another market.

You're young. You're single.

You could go anywhere.

What exactly did you tell

Kevin anyway?

Now, wait a minute, whit.

You submarined me, didn't you?

What?

Whack!

Ladies and gentlemen,

please welcome

the Sean voight band.

Hey.

What the hell was that?

That was for you.

Come on, give it up

for the Sean voight band.

I don't want to end up

like Bob Lentz.

The guy leads a respectable life

then gets condemned

by one scathing rumor.

Yeah, it's a terrible thing.

He denied it.

No one believed him.

So whether or not he did

anything wrong

becomes irrelevant.

Someone knows about you, Susan.

I never followed you.

Someone tipped me off.

Not possible.

Someone knows about you.

So a rumor

will start eventually,

and it'll spread quickly

because it's a sizzler.

It'll likely

destroy my credibility

just like Bob Lentz.

So if I'm destined

to be convicted of a crime

I didn't commit,

why not go ahead

and commit the crime?

When?

You decide.

Sunday night

out at the house.

Oh, you hate that place.

Yeah, I really want you

to feel comfortable.

Thank you.

What the hell did you do

with $5,000 in cash?

It was for the guys

in the band

for the show on friday.

I don't even understand

what difference does it make?

I mean, considering

how much money's in the account.

Sean, I thought you were

getting paid to play.

There never even was a promoter,

was there?

No.

I put the show on for a girl.

Melody?

Yeah.

Well...

Did it work?

Yeah, it did.

Well, she's a nice young lady.

Great set of home wreckers.

Hello?

- David, it's melody.

- Hey.

Hey.

I'm thinking about

taking a vacation,

maybe Europe.

Oh, that's amazing.

So much history,

so many different cultures.

Mm-hmm.

I'm just dying to go to Paris,

Madrid, Rome...

you better send me a postcard.

You get enough mail as it is.

I think we've seen

the last of the notes.

Really?

Why do you say that?

I got the message.

I'm gonna do whatever it takes

to save my marriage.

Life's about the journey, right?

Yeah.

Um...

So what about you?

I mean,

will that make you happy?

There's no "i" in "team."

Right.

But there are two

in "integrity."

You are a mess.

Yeah, you don't know

the half of it.

I majored in French;

I have never been to France.

I love animals; I have no pets.

I sell pharmaceuticals,

and I think our society

is over-medicated.

Hey, melody.

And I divorced my husband

for having an affair,

and now i...

you know what?

Um...

I should go home,

which, of course,

isn't really home.

It's another friggin'

motel room,

because I own a house

but I don't live in it.

- Melody, hey, take it easy.

- Sorry.

- No.

- Sorry.

It's okay.

Yeah.

You're amongst friends.

Melody, would you like

some more ice cream?

- Aren't you the best?

- I'm sorry.

He had battled depression

in the past

and apparently found

the weight of a sex scandal

too much to bear.

Funeral services will be held...

click!

Stop!

Whoa.

Okay.

You are not gonna lose me.

Damn it!

Get out.

What are you gonna do,

shock me?

Why are you following me?

I'm not following you.

I'm just checking up on you.

I get paid to check up on you,

melody.

What?

How do you know my name?

Ugh!

I think the only thing

that Bob was really guilty of

was not fully appreciating

the gifts

that life had bestowed on him.

He leaves a great deal behind:

A loving wife,

four wonderful children.

They are his legacy.

And as a tribute to his memory,

I would encourage all of you

to reflect on your legacy.

What would you like

to leave behind?

How would you like

to be remembered?

What will you pass on

to future generations?

So we're still on for tonight?

Yeah.

Are you all right with that?

Yeah, sure.

9:00, right?

Perfect.

Do I need to bring anything?

Just yourself.

- Hi.

- Hi, sweetie.

How are you?

- I'm okay.

Sorry I didn't

answer the phone last night.

I was beat.

That's okay.

What's in the bag?

A proposal.

Oh, no.

Bad choice of words.

Wait.

What is it?

Sean.

Just open it.

It's not what you think,

I promise.

Okay.

Oh.

Thanks.

Uh...

Look inside that one.

Oh, my god.

But these are for tomorrow.

Yes, they are.

That way, if you say yes,

you won't have time

to change your mind.

I can't.

I mean, I can't accept this.

It's too much.

Sure you can.

No strings attached.

I gave you both tickets

'cause I want you to go

even if you don't want to go

with me.

Oh, um...

Can I have an hour

to think about it?

Okay.

Can I buy you dinner?

- No.

Go away.

All right.

I'll see you in an hour.

Okay.

Whit?

Hey, whit.

Anybody home?

I talked to Kevin this morning

about the sunday

graveyard shift.

Oh, really?

It's not gonna happen.

What?

Why?

I don't know.

Don't you think it's odd

that he knows about

all the places

I've always wanted to go?

Well, maybe he likes you.

It sounds like

he listens to you too.

But it's just...

I don't remember

telling him about those things.

Well, maybe I did.

Do you like him?

Yes.

I mean, he's cute.

He's creative.

He's persistent.

Then what's the problem?

I don't trust him.

Trust

comes with time.

My advice?

Go.

If you are holding out

for something better,

it might not ever happen.

And if it doesn't,

you're gonna kick yourself

for not having done this

when you had the chance.

On January, 26, 1985,

Bob snakeskin was killed

when his car veered off the road

and plummeted

into a 400-foot ravine.

His reaction time was slowed

due to the fact

that he was eating a pizza.

He was trying

to save a little time.

Now he's dead.

Friends, don't let friends

drive hungry.

Hello.

Yes.

Yes, I'll go

with you.

Excellent.

Look, it shouldn't

take me too long to pack.

We are gonna

have the best time.

I know.

It's gonna be amazing.

Hello.

Melody?

Hello?

You still there?

Melody?

Don't move.

Damn it.

I forgot to give you this.

Just stop it, Sean.

What?

How long

have you been spying on me?

Spying?

I came in the wrong entrance.

And I saw you over here,

and I wanted to give you this.

Guess I could have waited

till tomorrow.

There is no tomorrow, Sean.

What?

Oh, no.

You said... you just said yes.

No, what I said was no, Sean,

two weeks ago.

Listen to me.

Will you wait...

will you just listen to me?

I'm not a stalker,

I promise.

I followed you once,

to the ice cream place.

You know what?

And I saw you with David Dailey.

Is that what this is about

for you: David Dailey?

There's nothing

going on between us, Sean.

And you know what?

It's none of your business

anyway.

Don't tell me

it's none of my business, okay?

He's been after you

from the day you met,

and he's not the Saint

you think he is.

What are you...

Just stay away from me, Sean.

Just listen to me one second.

Please, leave me alone!

Don't touch me.

You're making a big mistake,

melody.

Here's to Louisville.

Oh, no.

Come on.

You have got to be kidding me.

Hi, Kevin.

It's David Dailey.

Listen, I'm calling

about whit Harrington.

I think you should

give the kid a chance.

Come on.

Come on, come on, come on.

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The wireless subscriber

you are trying to reach

is currently unavailable.

Damn it.

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has issued a severe

thunderstorm warning for...

Counties in Kentucky

that's effective

until 10:00 P.M.

eastern daylight time.

Residents in the areas

are encouraged to stay indoors

as periods of high winds,

lightning,

and heavy rains are possible.

Once again,

the national weather service

has issued

a severe thunderstorm warning

for east Jefferson, oldham,

and Shelby counties

in Kentucky,

effective until 10:00 P.M.

eastern daylight time.

Residents in the areas

are encouraged to stay indoors

as periods of high winds,

lightning,

and heavy rains are likely.

Stay tuned to 84 wh...

Nice.

Thud!

Clang!

David.

You're early.

I wanted to surprise you.

Mission accomplished.

911 emergency response.

Yes, hi.

I'd like to report a person

who might be in danger.

His name is David Dailey.

He lives

off of Boone trail road.

What is your relationship with

Mr. Dailey?

Hello?

We haven't been

properly introduced.

Hi.

I'm Lindsay.

Lindsay.

David.

Charmed.

Let's get you

out of these clothes.

Come on.

Um...

Oh.

She'll tell us what to do.

No, who are you?

I already told you that.

Why her?

I'll do anything for Sarah.

I love her.

Love.

Do you love me, Susan?

Of course I do.

All this talk

about saving our marriage,

you never once

mentioned the word "love."

'Cause we don't need to.

Actually, we do.

At least I do.

You're just nervous, David,

come on.

Ever since we met,

you called the shots:

Where to go, what to do,

who to know, where to live.

And you know, you always

sound great saying it.

You sound right.

Even when you're wrong,

you sound right.

But this, whatever this is,

this isn't something

you're sharing with me.

You know, I said I'd do whatever

it takes to save our marriage,

and I just realized

it's not worth saving.

Tell me what you need.

I'll do whatever you want.

I want you to leave,

both of you,

now.

We agreed to stay together.

We agreed

to forsake all others.

Are you suggesting

we get a divorce?

I'm not suggesting.

I'm insisting.

Please think about this.

The power's out.

You'll have to open the door

manually.

I could help you with that.

Dailey, get out here!

I'm gonna kick your ass!

Sean, put the gun down.

You don't tell me what to do,

melody.

Smack!

Ugh!

Crash!

Oh!

Whit!

What are you doing here?

Sorry to bust in on you, dude,

I was working on

a surprise for you, man.

Yeah, I bet you were.

Oh, my god.

What are you doing?

Just sit and breathe.

I wasn't gonna shoot him,

melody.

I was just trying to scare him.

You?

Everybody's got to retire

sometime.

You son of a.

Smack!

Ooh!

Crash!

This should put an end

to that.

Love, grace, might, respect,

and finally hope.

Things that you, Dave,

are gonna lose.

I'll see to it personally.

What do you want from me,

melody, huh?

I mean, I'm trying

to give you everything.

You...

look at me, and look at him.

I have.

Just go to Europe, Sean.

Stay awhile.

Good-bye, Sean.

This scandal will define you.

Oh, yeah.

It will be your legacy.

Pop!

It worked that way

with Bob Lentz too, right?

Very good, Dave.

Actually, I brought Lentz down

with a lie.

I'm bringing you down

with something infinitely more

powerful:

The truth.

Why'd you go after him?

He didn't flunk me.

He molested me.

He made me.

That's why.

He... i never meant

for the guy to off himself.

You're bluffing.

Yeah.

But I had you going there

for a second, didn't I?

That would be melody.

I believe she's here

to clean up my mess.

I should leave you two alone.

Your taste in women, Dave,

much to be desired.

Much.

David!

Are you in there?

Put the guns down.

Sorry.

Okay.

But can you open up?

I'm soaked.

What are you doing here,

melody?

It's a long story.

I doubt you'll believe it.

What do you want?

For starters,

getting out of the rain.

Okay.

Sorry.

Here it is.

Here.

"The wicked is snared

in the work of his own hands."

Crazy bastard.

I tried to help him.

It's okay.

I mean, you know who it is now.

It's finished.

- Yeah.

What happened in there

tonight?

Nothing.

You didn't go through with it?

It's over.

What are you gonna do?

Get divorced,

quit my job before they fire me,

declare bankruptcy,

move to Cleveland.

Cleveland?

It's been a long time

since I've been alone.

I'm kind of

looking forward to it.

You're a terrible liar.

Louisville police

are searching

for 27-year-old whit Harrington.

He's being sought

for questioning

in connection with the Bob Lentz

child pornography scandal.

Harrington's boss,

radio talk show host

David Dailey,

this evening provided police

with a taped confession

in which Harrington admitted to

sabotaging the Lentz campaign.

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