- Then you're here ? - Yes.

Thank you for clearing that up, sir.

And your ex-wife called. She wants to know when you're coming to pick up your son.

Oh, l'm such a shit !

[ Phone Ringing ]

- Hello. - Audrey ?

Fletcher, hi. Are you still picking Max up from school today ?

Here's the thing. l really can't !

l had a case l was certain would settle, and it didn't, and l have to go to court.

- Right. - It's true ! l really want to see Max today !

[ Softly ] l really do.

Uh-huh, but things iust keep coming up at the last minute.

- Yes, but this time it's different. - l see. How is that ?

- Now l'm telling the truth. - And last night you weren't. Well, what were you doing ?

Having sex !

Well, l hope that it was with someone very special.

No ! That's the thing. l don't even like her, but she's a partner.

l thought l could help my career by makin' her squeal. [ Screams ]

Aah !

What's wrong with me ?

l'm getting what l deserve. l'm reaping what l sow. l'm--

[ Children Chattering ]

- Is Dad still picking me up ? - No, Max, he's not.

l'm sorry, but l'm gonna pick you up, okay ?

l'll work it out.

l guess my wish didn't come true.

- What wish ? - l wished that for just one day Dad couldn't tell a lie.

[ Bell Ringing ]

Max ?

l have something important to talk to you about, okay ?

- Okay. - Okay.

[ Phone Ringing ]

- Hello ? - Audrey ! Let me explain. Something has happened to me.

Well, something else is about to happen to you. Max and l are moving to Boston.

- What ? - Jerry has asked me to marry him,

and Max and l are going this weekend to look at houses.

l thought it was semiserious !

lt's iust been given a violent shove into serious.

You can't move to Boston; l'll never see Max !

You'll have the same relationship you have with him now, won't you ?

- Where are you ? - l'm going home.

When you get there, iust stay there. l'm comin' over. We have to talk.

- Fletcher ! - l'll be right there.

- Hey, Mr. Reede-- - # La, la, la, la #

# La, la, la, la ##

## [ Singing Nonsense ]

[ Bell Dings ]

- Fletcher. - Holy hell !

You can run, but you can't hide.