Fatal Attraction Page #3

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I'm gonna go to bed now,

so call me in the morning. Bye-bye.

Hello? Dan, darling,

we were expecting you.

- I'm sorry. I had work to do.

- That's OK.

- We wanted you to see that house.

- Next time.

You want to speak to Beth?

- Yes, please.

- Hold on a second.

The phone, it's Dan. Here you are.

Hello. What happened to you?

Hi.

Nothing. I just had

dinner with Bill last night.

How is he?

He's... Bill's, you know...

Bill's Bill, the same as usual.

Is he still with that girl?

Well, he wasn't last night.

I think it's over.

He wouldn't talk about it.

- Are you getting any work done?

- Yeah, I'm working.

There's spaghetti sauce

in the refrigerator.

Great. OK. How's Ellen?

She is having the best time.

I just hope that Dad survives it.

I don't know how to tell you this.

But... she wants a rabbit.

Beth, no rabbits.

Jesus Christ!

We're turning into Noah's Ark.

Please! Give her a kiss, all right?

But no promises.

- All right.

- When are you coming home?

It's complicated.

There's a problem with the house.

They sold it.

Very funny. No. We can't see it

until late this afternoon.

I'm not up to fighting the traffic.

I'll come in tomorrow.

What about school?

She's only five.

What will she miss? Trigonometry?

Yeah, OK. I'll see you

when I get home from work.

OK. See you tomorrow.

OK, thanks. Have a good time.

Yeah?

What happened? I woke up.

You weren't here. I hate that.

- You didn't get my note?

- What note?

I left you a note right by your bed.

That's nice. I thought we were going

to spend the day together.

Look, I got so much work

to do today. I can't.

Why don't you come over?

I'll cook us lunch.

The poor dog

hasn't been out of the house.

I gotta take him out.

Bring the dog. I love animals.

I'm a great cook. Come on.

Listen, I'd love to, but I can't.

Do what you have to do, then come

over afterwards. We can eat late.

Or you can work here.

I won't disturb you, I promise.

I'll be a good girl.

You don't give up, do you?

Good boy.

Quincy, no!

I got it! I got it!

Quincy, cover me. Come on. He fires.

- OK.

- She's got it. It's back.

Over the head. He's got it.

Dan, can you hear me?

My God!

- You bastard.

- Your face!

Your face!

- That was a shitty thing to do.

- Sorry. I was fooling around.

My father died of a heart attack.

I was seven. It happened

right in front of me.

Honey, I'm sorry.

I had no idea. If I had,

I never would have done that.

Wait, he didn't die? He's alive?

He's alive and well

and living in Phoenix.

I guess you certainly got me,

didn't you?

Let's hear it.

I hope you like spaghetti.

Specialty of the house.

It goes with the opera.

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