Army Wives (2007–2013): Season 6, Episode 15 - Tough Love - full transcript

Previously on Army Wives...

- Hands off.
- Hey.

Whoa.

I don't want you
working there anymore,

and that's all there is to it!

- What's this?
- Your bed.

I'm not sleeping on no couch!

You're sure as hell
not sleeping with me!

You're sweet.

Hey, baby, I think we
can make this work

so give me a call me, okay?



Get out. Now.

We'll be talking, little man.

No, you won't.

You can't keep me
away from my son.

If Marcus Williams
sees David again,

it will be over my dead body.

You know, I could take you
to the old neighborhood.

That would be awesome.

Denise.

We've been waiting for you.

What's wrong with you?

She... She's diabetic. She's
going into insulin shock.

Pick it up. Move, bitch!

Leave her alone!



Ow! Ohh.

Just go.

The fingerprints from
Georgia came back

as a match for Henry Thompson,

so along with the
Florida double-murder,

we can link Thompson to
three killings so far.

So far?

It appears he may be involved
with as many as six other cases

up and down the coast.

Doesn't mean he's
responsible for all those,

but one thing is clear...

You ladies stopped
a real monster.

I do want to give you a
bit of fair warning.

We'll be holding a press
conference tomorrow

to tell the public
what I just told you.

Yeah. Of course.

No. Just want to
put it behind us.

Do you have to
release their names?

I'm afraid it is public record.

Well, you've heard their wishes.

Yes, sir. I'll...
I'll do what I can.

Is there anything
else, Detective?

No. That's it.

The FBI will take it from here
as far as Thompson is concerned,

which means that our
investigation is now closed.

Listen, we appreciate
your cooperation,

and I'm genuinely sorry
for your trouble.

- Thank you.
- Yes.

I'll show you out.

Hmm.

Well, at least that part's over.

Hey.

What are you doing here?

You got a minute?

How come you never called back?

I left you a message last
night, this morning.

I know. I just, uh, I've
had a lot on my mind.

I need to talk to you.

I'm here.

Come on.

Gloria, I'm sorry.

Yeah?

You know I love you, baby,

and I'd never do
anything to hurt you.

Hurt me? You didn't
hurt me, Hector.

You pissed me off.

I changed my mind.

You can keep your
job at the bar.

Oh, I have permission?

What I mean is, um,
I'm good with it.

You serious?

Yeah.

What changed your mind?

I don't know. Just things.

See, that's what I was
calling you about.

I was talking to Jackie...
Mrs. Clarke...

Mm.

And she says my helping
Roxy through her pregnancy

is like you helping a
buddy out on a mission.

I never thought
about it like that.

So what, you and Mrs. Clarke,

you guys hanging out now or...

She stopped by the bar.

Oh.

See, now I'm gonna be
good for your career.

I guess.

But you know where
my heart is, baby.

It's with you, always,

and I-I missed you so bad.

Gloria.

Yeah?

Come here, baby.

Mm.

- This is so nice of you.
- Mm.

Well, I wanted to do something,
after what happened.

Yeah, I-I called Roxy, too,
but she had a conflict.

Yeah, she called us both.

Twice.

Oh, that's not surprising.

The whole base is
talking about it.

Yeah. We know.

Don't worry. It'll die down after
another news cycle or two.

Can't be soon enough.

Mm.

So how are you
doing, both of you?

I don't know. I'm still
getting over it.

You, Denise?

Yeah, I just want life
to get back to normal.

I can't imagine what
you went through.

Mm. I owe my life to Denise.

That's not true. We
did it together.

I created the distraction.
You pulled the trigger.

No, you were amazing,
and you would've done

the same thing for me if
the roles were reversed.

I would've tried.

I'm terrible with guns.

Really?

Always hated them.

I wouldn't let Michael
keep them in the house.

Made me nervous with
the girls around.

Well...

When a homicidal maniac charges
you with a pair of scissors,

I think you'd be able
to pull the trigger.

Mm.

Well, I'd better get going.
Duty calls.

Right.

Bye. Mwah.

- Thank you.
- Sure.

We'll talk again soon. Mwah.

Denise.

- I didn't expect to see you back so soon.
- Hi.

- How are you?
- Oh, I'm fine, Connie.

Thanks.

Are you sure you don't want
to take a few days off?

Uh, I have your shift
covered today.

Uh, oh, that's n-nice.

I appreciate it, but
I'm good to go.

- Okay.
- Okay.

I mean, you are a trooper.

Well, please let us know
if David shows up...

- I went to watch him play basketball...
- At your house

- or if you hear anything.
- At the youth center, and he wasn't ere.

I'm sure he's okay.

You're probably right.

We're just a little concerned.

It's just not like
him, that's all.

- Thanks.
- Okay.

- Bye.
- Thanks, Janet.

Okay. He's 11. He
can't have gone far.

But why wouldn't he go
to his basketball game,

and why wouldn't he tell us?

So that over there...

That's where
Roscoe's used to be.

You know, the place
I met your mom,

- having the cherry slushie?
- Oh.

Uh, yeah, it ain't
much right now,

but back in the days,
this was happening,

wasn't it, coz?

Yeah, man.

It's my mom again.

If I answer it, she'll
want to know where I am.

Just tell her you're
with friends.

I can't. I'm supposed to
be at a basketball game.

So why are your folks
calling you then, man?

They should leave you alone.

Look, we'll have you home

in plenty time for
dinner, all right?

Just tell 'em you was at the
game and your phone was off.

That old man Michaels?

Yeah. Hasn't left that
seat in 20 years.

Hey there, Mr. Michaels.

It's me, Marcus.

Marcus?

Marcus Williams.

Marcus Williams?

Where you been?

I-I've been away, Mr. Michaels.
This here is my son David.

Hello.

David. That... That's real nice.

He'll show up.

I'm sure there's a
simple explanation.

I'm calling the MPs.

It's only been an hour.

I don't care.

We'll definitely be
back before dinner.

Yo.

I was looking for you Tuesday.

This Tuesday? Uh, I thought
we said next Tuesday.

No.

Levon, are we good here?

- Yeah, we cool.
- Where you going?

Oh, gonna try to run?
Just stand him up.

- Aah!
- Mm-hmm. Get him up.

- Mm-hmm. Mm-hmm.
- Aah!

Hey!

Aah!

Aah! No!

- Aah!
- Get him!

No! Don't, please! Stop!

- Aah! Aah!
- Yeah, get him!

Stop.

David?

You all right?

- Yeah.
- You sure?

What happened?

Levon and these guys
got into a fight.

Who's Levon? We thought
you were with Marcus.

Where is Marcus, anyway?

I'm right here.

Are you okay?

I'm fine, little man.

It was all a misunderstanding.

Misunderstanding?

You kidnapped my son.

He wanted to see the
old neighborhood.

We told you not to
contact him anymore.

It's my fault, mom. I asked...

Not another word.

You stepped way over the line.

I can explain.

- You're going back to prison.
- Now hold on.

No, you abducted a minor,
could've gotten him killed.

Now let's see what
your parole officer

has to say about that.

Come on. We're leaving.

But, dad, I...

Denise, relieve amber.

- Clear!
- Clear.

- Charge to 200.
- 200 charged.

Ready. Clear!

All clear.

CPR resumed.

Denise.

No response on all leads.

- Nothing.
- Still nothing.

All right.

All right. I'm calling it.

Time of death... 1448.

Thank you, everyone.
We did all we could.

I'll go notify the family.

Denise, will you
prepare the body?

Thank you.

♪ It's been a long week ♪

♪ and all the lines ♪

♪ come down heavy on me ♪

♪ it's been a long week ♪

♪ I'm finally feeling ♪

♪ like it's okay to break ♪

♪ into a thousand pieces ♪

♪ no one can replace ♪

♪ only I can find my way ♪

♪ it's been a long day ♪

♪ and I just want to hide away ♪

Ohh.

♪ It's been a long day ♪

♪ and I just want to hide away ♪

- You're grounded.
- For how long?

Until we tell you otherwise.

- But...
- No buts.

What you did is
totally inexcusable.

When you are done with school,

you will come home
and stay home.

No YAC. No friends over.
Nothing.

That includes the weekends.

You lied, and you made us worry.

What were you thinking?

We were just hanging out.

Who made the first phone call...
You or Marcus?

I did. I texted him.

Which reminds me,

let me have it...
Your cell phone.

That was for emergencies only.

And you are never allowed
to ignore our calls.

Do you understand that?

Yes, ma'am.

We are deeply disappointed.

We trusted you.

That's right, and when you
break someone's trust, David,

it takes a long time
to build it back.

I am sorry, but I have
to say it, Roland.

We never should have opened
our lives to Marcus Williams.

I said so from the start.

You should've listened to me.

Yes!

Jessica Anderson.

Hey, Jessica. Give
me one second, okay?

Be right back.

Mom, it's your turn.

Lucky can play for me.

Mom.

This is a friend of ours from
when your dad was at OCS.

It's important.
I'll be right back.

Now what?

You want to see one of
my famous card tricks?

You need anything?

You sure? Just let us know.

That'll be great. We'll
see you tomorrow.

Okay.

Cody's here for hand surgery.

They're staying at
the Fisher house.

Really? But I thought he
was getting his work done

at fort Sam Houston.

For his face, yeah,

but apparently there's a
hand specialist at Mercer.

You haven't talked to
him about any of this?

I haven't talked to him
since he got hurt.

I tried. He never
got back to me.

I just figured he didn't
want to talk about it.

Hmm. I told Jessica we'd have
lunch with them tomorrow.

You can do that, right?

Yeah, of course.

Did she say anything about,
you know, how he's doing?

Not really.

Dad, you were
supposed to get mom!

We're coming.

Well, I'll guess we'll
know more tomorrow.

Hello?

Hi. Is this Denise Sherwood?

It is.

Denise, Susie Parker in the FRG

gave me your number.

My name's Angela Wright.

Um, I-I'm sorry. Who is this?

Angela Wright. I'm
with the Atlanta Star.

Uh, this is my private number.

- I-I really don't...
- I know.

I know this is a difficult time,
and I'm sorry to bother you,

but have you thought about
sharing your story?

No.

Because people draw
strength from reading

about survivors like you.

And other victims like to
know they're not alone.

I'm sorry.

Personally, I'd like to know
how you and your friend

managed to fight off
a serial killer.

- It's a...
- No, I-I can't.

Mrs. Sherwood...

- Don't call me again.
- Mrs. Sher...

Denise, who was that?

A reporter.

D, you okay?

No, I'm not.

Don't bother with that, Rox.

I got it.

Gloria, I'm fine.

Hey, the doctor says to stay off
your feet when you can, right?

And besides, I'm happy to do it.

Really? I didn't notice.

I can't help it.

Look, uh, I need you
to cover at lunch.

One of our friends
is coming in town,

Trevor's roommate from OCS.

Did he get transferred
or something?

No. He's here for surgery.

His humvee hit an
IED in Afghanistan,

and he got burned.

Oh, my God. That's awful.

Yeah.

He was an investment banker.
Gave it up to join the army.

Wow.

I haven't seen him
since he got hurt.

Honestly, I...

I don't know what to expect.

Well, I'm sure he'll
be glad to see you.

I don't want to see you.

- Listen, man...
- I'm done listening.

Did you talk to my PO?

I'm waiting for
him to call back.

Well, it wasn't my fault.

What?

I mean the fight. It
was my cousin, not me.

I don't care what it was about.

Look, I wouldn't put
David in danger.

This conversation's over.

Hey.

I know you think I'm
no better than the mud

on the bottom of your
shoe, but listen,

all I'm asking for is one more chance.
Please.

I can't do no more time.

Excuse me.

How you think David gon' feel

when he learns his parents
sent his father back to jail?

I guess we'll find out.

So do we talk about the injury,

not talk about it?

I guess we just see how it goes.

You ready?

Hi. Hey.

Come on in.

It's so good to see you.

Oh, I know. You, too.

Hey, Trev.

- Hey.
- Long time.

Yeah.

Ohh. You didn't have to.

Please. It's a little something.

Well, thanks. That's so sweet.

Hey.

Hey, bud.

It's good to see you, man.

Yeah. You, too.

Hi, Roxy.

Hey, Cody.

So should we sit down?

Um, actually, we thought we'd
take you guys out to lunch.

Uh, negative on that.

Cody still gets tired
pretty easily.

Okay. Why don't we
get takeout then?

Great. Uh, maybe you
and I could do that,

let the guys catch up?

Uh, what would you like?

Burgers, barbecue, salad?

We've got everything here.

Whatever works.

I know what he likes.

Okay, uh, well, we'll be
back as soon as we can.

You okay, honey?

Yeah.

Want a brew?

I'm working, dude.

Oh. Of course.

Are you sure that's a good idea

with all the meds
that you're taking?

Yeah. To hell with that.

Here.

I got it. I got it.

I just gotta do everything
with the lefty.

Right now they say that
after the surgery...

That'll change, but we'll see.

Yeah, they're gonna cut away
some of the scar tissue,

redo some tendons.

- Sit down, man.
- Ohh.

It's worse than
you thought, huh?

No. Not really.

You're a bad liar, Trev.

It's all right. Here.
Take a look.

Docs say it's not gonna
get much better, either.

You don't have to say anything.
It's just...

Be glad it didn't happen to you.

How are the boys?

Everybody's good.

You know, I tried
contacting you after...

Yeah, I-I know.

I-I got your... your voice
mails and your e-mails.

I'm not really
talking to anyone.

I didn't even want
Jessica to tell you guys

we were here now.

Why not?

I'd just rather have everyone
remember me the way I was.

Roxy, wait.

I'm so glad you're here.

Of course.

You knew us before
everything happened,

and you understand the army...

And...

Oh, hey. It's okay.

Sorry.

You're just, like,
the first person

that I can really talk to.

It's been so hard.

I'm sure.

I don't know how much
more I can take.

What?

For seven months, I have watched

the man I married turn
into a bitter stranger

who never leaves the house.

He doesn't have a life anymore,

and neither do I.

Jess, you're exhausted.

Uh, you've been through
so many surgeries,

but, uh, the worst
is over, right?

It's more than the
surgeries, Roxy.

W-we were having trouble

before Cody deployed, you know?

I-I didn't know that.

Truth is, I never
wanted him to sign up.

But you were so happy at OCS.

Well, it wasn't the army.

That was more like being
back at grad school.

When we got to Bragg,
everything changed.

I had nothing in common
with the other wives.

Our house was tiny.

We fought all the time.

Uh, we were talking about
a trial separation.

When Cody got his
deployment orders,

we decided to let it ride,
and then this happened.

Well... I'm sure
it'll get better.

I mean, once he's
back on his feet,

you'll see the old
Cody again, right?

Honey, you've gotta hold on.

You can do that.

You love each other.

Please don't say anything
to Trevor about this.

Uh, no, no. Of course not.

We should go. The
food's getting cold.

Well, uh, are you okay?

Uh-huh.

Dinner in ten.

Dad?

What?

Do you hate Marcus now?

No, I don't hate him.

Well, mom hates him.

She hates what he did.

We both do. There's
a difference.

Is he gonna go back to jail?

Well, we'll talk
about that later.

Why can't we talk about it now?

I haven't spoken with
his parole officer yet.

He'll make that decision.

Do you want him to
go back to jail?

David, what he did was wrong.

It was terribly wrong.

I know, but it was my fault.

I asked him to take me off post.

I'm the one who should
be punished, not Marcus.

You are being punished, but
you're an 11-year-old boy.

Marcus is an adult. He
should have known better.

What he did was
reckless and dangerous,

and he deserves to
be punished for it.

I don't want him to
go back to jail.

He was just trying to show me
around the old neighborhood,

like where he met my mom
and stuff like that,

and the fight wasn't
his fault, either.

He was just trying
to help Levon.

He was being brave.

Marcus knew the rules,
and he broke them.

When you do that, there
are consequences,

sometimes severe consequences.

It's the same thing we talk
about with you and your sister,

no different.

It's not fair.

It is fair. Now you
might not like it,

but that doesn't
mean it isn't fair.

Don't forget to wash up.

We got a problem.

What?

David isn't gonna blame us
if Marcus goes back to jail.

He's gonna blame himself.

Ooh.

Thanks.

I'm so glad you could make it.

Yeah. Me, too.

Cody's zoned out in front
of some ball game.

He's trying not to think
about his surgery tomorrow.

I just wanted to see
how you're doing,

because I was thinking
about what you said,

and if the army's
part of the problem,

then why couldn't Cody just go
back to banking after rehab?

Yeah, I suggested that
a little while ago,

and first he yelled at
me for dissing the army,

which I didn't do,
and then he said

no investment house
would take him back.

Oh.

Yeah. He's given up.

We've gone from husband and
wife to victim and caretaker.

I pick up the prescriptions.

I change the dressings.

I handle the insurance claims.

I don't want to play that
role the rest of my life.

I can't.

Have you talked to him
about any of this,

how you're feeling?

Well, how can I?

Uh, the doctors say
that I'm supposed to be

positive around him.

My mother says the same thing.

What about me, Roxy?

Who's there to take care of me?

I-I still have the right to
some happiness, don't I?

I haven't worked since
Cody came home.

We had to sell the house
in Bragg to move to Texas.

Uh, I have no job, no
husband, no future.

He never should've
joined the army.

You need to talk to him, Jess.

He's still your husband,

and he would not want
you to feel like this.

Talk to him,

or... It's only gonna get worse.

Hector.

You like it?

Are you kidding? It's gorgeous.

Good.

But we can't afford this.

No, don't worry about that.

What are you talking about?
We're on a budget.

Lopata lent me the money.

As soon as I saw it, I
said you had to have it.

Come on. Let me see it on you.
Come here.

Perfect.

Yeah?

You don't think so?

I love it.

Thank you.

Lieutenant Anderson?

We're ready for you.

Oh, I'm sorry, sir. No
jewelry for the procedure.

- Of course.
- Oh, right.

Yeah, um...

- I...
- Let me.

So... surgery number 24.

You know, I think after
this, I get a free one.

Hey, don't worry.
This one's easy.

Cody?

Good luck.

After you.

We're gonna go right
there to the right.

What do you think?

What'd he do?

What do you mean?

A gift like that?

He's feeling guilty
about something.

Come on.

He's still trying to make
up for how he acted before.

If you say so.

Hey, Cody.

I don't know why she isn't
answering her cell phone.

I mean, the surgery took
longer than they said,

but still, you know, you'd
think she'd stick around.

She didn't say anything to
you before the surgery?

Uh, just, uh, "good luck."

Right.

Whoa.

You weren't kidding
when you said

you know about guns.

It just takes practice.

Well...

You're so good at it.

Well, I enjoy it.

Sometimes I think
of it as my yoga.

You know, it's all
about breathing,

control, being in
touch with your body.

Really?

My yoga is... yoga.

Okay. Come on. Your turn.

Oh, I don't know.

Oh, come on, Claudia Joy.
You can do it.

Just like we practiced.

Okay.

Okay.

- Square off to the target.
- Mm.

Left foot forward.

Mm-hmm.

Look at the bull's-eye.

Okay.

Bring the gun straight up.

Right. Line up the sight...

And squeeze.

Remember, you control the gun.
The gun doesn't control you.

Did I hit it?

Wide right.

I don't know why I'm doing this.
I-I told you, I-I hate guns,

and this isn't gonna help anything.
Sorry.

No apology necessary.

But I think you'll feel better
if you get one on the paper.

Anywhere, and then we'll go.

Yeah?

Remember why we're
here, Claudia Joy.

Don't let that bastard win.

Okay.

Okay.

Okay, and just the pad
of your fingertip

on the trigger.

Okay. There you go.

And squeeze.

You're in the black.

Bud, what do you want to do?

Do you need us to call anyone?

I'm... I'm fine. Just go.

Y... Uh, give us a
quick second, Cody.

We can't just leave him here.

I know.

God.

She said she was
gonna talk to him.

I-I can't believe
she'd just run away.

What, you knew about this?

No. She told me she was unhappy,
but I never saw this coming.

Hey. Whoa.

Whoa. Hey. Hey, hey, hey.

Hey.

- It's okay.
- She's gone.

It's okay.

It's okay.

The reporter's call upset you.

It was a culmination
of things...

Mm.

What happened at the
beach and, um...

Losing that patient.

Tell me about that. You've
lost patients before.

Yeah. Many times.

Mm.

But it wasn't until

I actually closed that
young man's eyes,

till I was literally
staring death in the face,

that I realized what I'd done.

Which is?

I killed a man, Chaplain.

In self-defense.

Yes, but I took a life.

Do you know what
that feels like?

No, but I talk to
many soldiers who do,

and they often have many of
the same feelings you do...

Guilt, horror, shame.

And what do you tell them?

First I tell them that it's
possible to kill someone

while still believing in the
sanctity of human life.

I tell them, as I
am telling you,

that in this fallen world,

sometimes one must take
life to preserve life.

Well, I was thinking...

Maybe I could've
just wounded him.

He left you no choice, Denise.

In that moment, it was
kill or be killed.

Yeah, I guess. Maybe.
I-I don't...

I don't know.

You're overwhelmed.

How could you not be?

You're a nurse, a
mother, a wife.

Your life is devoted
to helping people,

to healing,

and your tears are a
sign of goodness...

But if you must grieve,
grieve for yourself

and what that man
forced you to do.

God forgives you.

Now you must forgive yourself.

Talk to my parole officer?

I did.

I told him I had no complaint.
I was mistaken.

Why you do that?

It was the right
thing for David.

Well, that ain't
what I expected.

Thank you.

I never meant no harm, you know?

I know.

Since I got out, I've just
been trying to do good,

keep on the straight and narrow,

and I wanted to be some
kind of father to David,

not like my father was to me.

Just wanted to give him
some kind of history,

let him who his people are.

And that's important.

Yeah... But I kinda blew it.

He probably woulda been
better off not knowing me.

I wouldn't say that.

Well, I would.

I mean, look at me,
man, and look at you.

You can give David
anything he want,

everything he need,

and I can't compete with that,

so don't worry.

I ain't gonna be messing
things up no more.

You just tell David
I said good-bye,

and that's just the way it is.

Hang on.

Marcus.

What's up, little man?

Not much. Grounded.

Yeah, you and me both.
Guess we screwed up, huh?

I guess.

So, uh...

I'm gonna be heading back
to Chicago for a while.

- What?
- Hey, it's cool.

Just a few things I
need to take care of,

and I think we should, uh,

all just chill for
a while, you know?

But I'll be back.

When?

Well, I can't say right now,

but we can write each
other in the meantime.

You mean text.

Nah, I mean write.

You know, paper, pen, U.S.
Postal Service.

I, uh, understand you ain't
gonna have a phone for a while.

Oh, yeah.

Yeah, but ain't nothin'
wrong with the snail mail.

When I get back,

we'll do things
right, all right?

Get over here and give me a hug

so I can get out of here.

I'm gonna miss you.

I'm gonna miss you,
too, little man.

Now you take care.

Listen to your
mother and father,

and don't worry about me.

I'm gonna write you

as soon as I get to Chi-town.

I promise, all right?

I know you don't like me...

But I just want to say thank you
for not sending me back to jail.

Don't thank me.

Roland and I are only
thinking about David,

what's best for him.

All right.

You a hard woman, but
you a good woman.

I know that.

I just hope you can find it
within yourself to forgive me.

All right then.

Marcus.

I appreciate the way you handled
things in there with David.

You put his needs
before your own.

That's what a parent does.

Maybe there's some hope
for me after all, huh?

Maybe.

Lieutenant Anderson is here

because his face got
burned in Afghanistan,

so I don't want you to stare

or ask a lot of questions, okay?

How bad is it?

It's pretty bad,

but he is a really nice guy,

so I expect you to treat him

exactly the same as you
treat anyone else.

Yes, ma'am.

Hey, Finn. This is
Lieutenant Anderson.

Hello.

Welcome to our house, sir.

Thanks, Finn.

Uh, there you go, man.

Come on in.

- Hey, honey.
- Hey.

- Mm.
- Hi.

Hi. Mm. How's she doing?

Oh. She's great. She's great.

Ohh.

So how was work?

- Good.
- Good.

Yeah.

How are you feeling? Okay?

Your talk with Chaplain
Maris went well?

Yeah. It was good.

Good.

Can you make a face?

I need a break.

Good, because I want
to check my e-mail.

Help yourself.

What's this?

What?

Who's Penny?

I have no idea.

Who is she, Hector?

I don't know any Penny.

Well, she sure knows you.

Come on. It's gotta be
some kind of mistake.

You know how many Hector Cruzes

there must be with
military e-mails?

Look me in the eye
and tell me that.

Come on, Gloria.

No. I'm serious, Hector.

Look me in the eye

and tell me you don't know her.

I don't know her.

Oh, my God.

Oh, my God.

Gloria.

You lying scumbag!

I'm sorry, baby. It
didn't mean anything.

It was all lies, the...
the... the apology...

- No, no.
- The necklace?!

- No. Don't.
- No, give it to your whore!

I love you, baby. She
means nothing to me.

- Get out. Just get out.
- Let's just talk about it, please.

- Just get out. Just get out!
- Let's just talk about it.

- I don't want to...
- Just give me a chance to explain, please.

I don't want to see you!
Never! Go!

No.