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on the side of your face?

I don't know. I guess

it happened when I...

- I fell down and hit my head.

- Oh, really? No.

You don't get a bruise on the side of

your face when you fall on your head.

It looks like a person did that.

It wasn't a person.

Marnie, was there somebody

in this house with you last night?

No.

- You covering for somebody?

- I don't understand what you're talking about.

I'm asking you.

Is somebody beating on you and for

some reason you're covering for them?

No! Why would I do that?

- All right.

- Thanks.

I guess living in a house where you killed

your husband must be tough on anyone, huh?

I thought you would have

cleaned that up.

There's no such thing as ghosts.

I think I found one, cat.

Is this Magnum Sales?

Yeah, I'm calling about your ad saying

you're looking for phone sales people.

It says here you can work out

of your own home.

Who's there?

Who the f*** is there?!

Thank you, Con Ed.

That's what's wrong with me.

Caffeine withdrawal.

You had it coming!

You hear me?!

You had it coming!

You beat the sh*t out of me for years!

And when you were

on the juice it was worse.

It's your fault you're dead.

You, bastard!

You were gonna kill me.

This is my house.

And I'm not leaving, you hear me?!

This is my house!

You'll have to kill me first!

Hi.

Well, I see you haven't lost

your flair for the dramatic.

Oh, I cut myself shaving.

I can't believe you came.

Well, I left a message. I told you

I was coming by with the papers.

I know, but, I thought maybe you'd send

your assistant or something.

- Well, where you want to do it? Here, or inside?

- Oh, no, sure. Come in.

Sit down.

So I see you're still biting your nails.

Yeah. Thanks for noticing.

I'm glad you're out, and doing well.

Well, it's not a penthouse overlooking

Central Park, but it's home.

And now it's your home.

I'm gonna make some coffee.

Want some coffee?

No, thanks.

Look, I have no idea why it was

mom's dying wish...

that you should have this place

when you got out, but,

I couldn't talk her out of it.

I don't understand

why you're so angry at me.

Just sign the goddamned papers,

Marnie.

No. Not until you tell me.

Tell you what?

That mom drained her life

savings to defend you?

That I had to watch

as the stress killed her?

And then to top it all off, she used her

life insurance to pay for this dump for you?

Is that what this is about?

Money?

You really don't get it, do you?

This is about you.

It's always been about you.

- Precious little Marnie.

- I thought you worked this stuff out in therapy.

You know, that's exactly

what I would expect from you.

You create all kinds of problems

and then, you just assume everyone else

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