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Mmm?

I'm sorry.

I'm sorry, you're... You're

gonna have to repeat that.

What?

I demand you pay me $15,000,

or I'm gonna find Grady

and tell him everything.

What the hell

are you doing, Stens?

"Stens," she says! Using the

abridged pet name to disarm me.

You're scared. Really?

Grady's a criminal

defense lawyer.

I doubt he will believe

that I slept with you.

Okay?

Oh, he'll believe me, all right.

Why? Did you

record us or something?

No, but I have

evidence of passion.

Remember this?

"Kiss me between my shoulder

blades, stensland."

And remember this?

"Rub my ass like this when you're

going down on me, stensland."

And what about this?

Will this be evidence enough

when I explain to Grady

in graphic, carnal detail

that shaky little twitch

dance you do when you come?

How does the chirp go?

You don't get it, do you?

What?

I already told him.

Bullshit.

No, I did.

You see, I was...

I was looking for someone

to have an affair with,

so I could throw it in his face

to show him that I'm not just

gonna sit here and smile

while he tunes out our marriage

and does god knows

what he's doing out there.

Mm-hmm, and, uh,

what did he say?

He said a lot of stuff

that's none of your business.

But we're gonna work it out.

You're going to work it out?

Yeah.

Kid, I hate to crush

your spirit here,

but you're forcing me to.

You're my pawn.

You're like my

little revenge marionette.

You haven't told him

diddly squat, have you?

Stensland holds all the cards.

15 grand, sweetheart,

or me and Grady are going to

sit down and talk Turkey.

Good day, madam.

Oh, look!

Uh-oh. The little pitcher has big ears.

Yenta, yenta.

Who the f*** is that?

Hey. Are you all right?

Yeah, no, I'm good. Um...

How much of that did you hear?

None of it.

Oh, okay.

A little.

Okay, I heard everything.

You slept with that guy?

Oh, Hannah, I was in the

store, and I was depressed,

and I was thinking about, like,

"who the hell is Grady?"

And, "why the hell

am I in the store?"

And then this kid comes up

and starts flirting with me like

I'm Princess grace or something.

Now I have a stalker.

It's like, of course I sleep

with the one guy on the planet

who's pissed off that his one-night

stand isn't just a one-night stand.

Don't sweat it, okay?

You already told Grady, so...

No. You haven't told Grady?

Yeah, you're screwed.

Balls of wonder,

balls of might...

Law offices of Dott and Rosen.

Grady Dott, please.

I'm sorry, he's out of the office.

Would you like his voicemail?

No, no, no, patch me through

to his personal cell.

This is an emergency.

Your name? Stensland.

Please hold. Mmm-hmm.

Mr. stensland,

what's this concerning?

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