Cake Page #5

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I need you to pull over, please.

Yes.

Oh, God. Sh*t.

May I make a phone call?

- To...

- My husband.

I just wanna let him know

that we're running late.

- Fine.

- Thank you.

Jason Bennett's office.

It's Claire.

Will you please put him through?

- He's on another call.

- This is important.

What are you doing here?

I wanted to make sure you got home okay.

Well, you could have called.

Well, your phone

always goes to voice mail,

and then you never really call me back.

Oh, right.

- Hey, Silvana.

- Mr. Bennett.

Good to see you.

You look so skinny. You know?

- Okay. We're okay.

- It's good to see you.

We're okay. You can leave now.

You're not gonna...

I don't get a thank you?

Oh, yes.

Thank you for abusing your position

within the federal government.

- To save your ass.

- For some stupid laundry detergent.

And whatever you put in that statue

that they didn't find.

Good-bye.

- Good-bye.

- Good-bye, Silvana.

Okay. Good-bye, Jason.

Maybe I should...

get the rest of my stuff while I'm here.

Not tonight. Wouldn't be prudent.

You know, you never called my assistant.

I know. I will call her tomorrow.

- You're lying.

- Boy, nothing gets past you?

That doesn't say "I'm leaving."

I'd love to know how you're doing.

All right.

I've been better.

I'm sorry.

This is gonna sound weird...

and full of all kinds

of inappropriate intentions.

I can handle.

And I don't want to

have sex or anything.

But would you just...

stay in my room with me

until I fall asleep?

Of course.

That was easy.

There you go.

Thank you.

Do you want me to lie down next to you?

No. The chair.

Okay.

You want me to tell you a bedtime story?

Yeah.

Y-Yeah.

Tell me a story...

where everything works out in the end

for the evil witch.

I can do that.

Thank you.

Once upon a time...

there was a queen...

who decided to travel to

a magical distant land called...

Tijuana.

Jason?

I need a ride.

I'm just running an errand.

I don't mind.

Thanks for not asking me

why I sit like this.

Or why you keep turning up at my house?

Look, I'm not a stalker.

I mean, not in the traditional sense.

I don't care.

It doesn't bother me either way.

I like your attitude.

Did a nice job. They were fast.

That granite?

Do you know where they got it?

I'm thinking of putting a kitchen

island in my backyard.

Oh, some Greek guy.

- I'll get you his card.

- That'd be great.

That'd be great.

She was 31.

Yeah.

I never would have thought that.

- Why is that?

- Just seemed younger.

- Can you...

- Oh, yeah.

- All right.

- Oh, sorry.

I think that's illegal.

I don't give a sh*t.

Oh, great. Thanks.

- Enjoy.

- I was just in Tijuana.

Yeah? What for?

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