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I'm supposed to be supportive,
tell him how great she is,
how happy I am for him.
That's my job, right?
I'm his friend.
[BEEP]
Easy for you to say.
You don't know what this guy's been through,
but this girl-- he's gonna get hurt.
I know it.
[BEEP]
Yeah, yeah, yeah, and just deal with the consequences.
I hate consequences.
Morning.
There's coffee if you want it.
Great. Uh, Harry, can I talk to you about something?
I just--
[FOOTSTEPS]
Hi, Peter.
Hi.
[MOANS]
So what's up?
Uh, nothing. No big deal.
It can wait till later.
Did you ask him?
Well, I was just gonna.
Cheyenne decided to leave tonight instead,
so we thought it would be fun
if the four of us could hang out together this afternoon.
M.J.'s already on her way over.
Uh, yeah. I don't know.
I kind of have a lot of work to do.
My butt's dragging in chem lab.
Come on, Peter.
Harry says you're a genius.
A few hours of sunshine isn't gonna kill your grade point.
Don't try to argue.
Better men than you have tried.
Remind me again why we decided not to go roller blading.
Because I'm so much better at rollerblading.
Losing steam there, buddy?
Yeah, I guess all work and no play
makes Peter a slow boy.
Oh, yeah? Bring it on.
Aah!
Gotcha.
Oh. Almost lost it there.
Thanks.
Like her any better now?
I mean, she did save my life.
Your life?!
Good thing somebody's majoring in drama.
There's something about her.
I just-- I don't trust her, you know?
No, I don't.
Cheyenne seems like a totally great girl.
She's smart. She's funny.
She's nuts about Harry,
and he's completely crazy about her.
Yeah, and maybe somebody's jealous.
Me? Of her?
Well, she's taking up a lot of Harry's time,
which he used to spend hanging out with you.
Listen, Peter, I know this might be a new concept for you,
but some people actually have social lives.
Maybe you ought to try it one day.
CHEYENNE: A date, 9 sharp.
Hey, um, you up for a pizza or something?
I thought maybe we could hang out.
You know, watch a movie or, uh...
Oh, man, Harry, I can't right now.
I've got plans.
Oh, come on. Can't you break them?
I don't know if I could handle
this thing with Cheyenne, you know?
I mean, one minute everything's going great,
the next it's like a wall slams into me...
sheer freaking terror.
I just really need to talk.
Listen, I've really gotta take care of something,
but if you want, I'll be back in about an hour,
if you wanna wait.
Yeah. Sure. Whatever.
No big deal. I'm probably blowing this all out of--
Whatever, right? I'll see you.
FEMALE REPORTER: This year's tech show convention
featuring the next generation
of data communications technology,
an unbreakable encryption security system
that can be used on any device from anywhere in the world.
Sorry I'm late.
Couldn't do a thing with my hair.
Yeah, that's why I have the mask.
So...why am I here?
Need help shopping for some nice encryption software?
Well, the holidays always seem to be right around the corner.
Yeah, fine.
Now that we've done the whole witty banter thing,
can we just cut to the Freudian chase?
This can't really be what
you want to do with your life, is it?
Because trust me, most of the guys
I run into in this business-- idiots.
I'm talking morons, okay?
You're not like that.
You're way too smart.
What is your problem?
Why do you care?
I just do, okay?
You seem better than this.
Yeah, well, here's a little career advice for you--
stick to the crime-fighting act,
because you suck as a social worker.
And by the way, that thing about me being way too smart?
I am.
OFFICER ON BULLHORN: Stay where you are! You're under arrest.
They're firing at us!
Call for backup.
This how you set up all your dates?
Because I'm thinking candy and flowers
might win you more points.
Cheyenne!
How did you know my name?
Stay where you are. Put your hands up.
Cheyenne!
Let me help you!
You don't know me!
Don't even think you know me!
HARRY: Wait. Wait. Slow down, okay?
What are you talking about?
I thought w-
No, I don't. I--
Then just tell me why.
I think I deserve--
So I'm just supposed to--
Cheyenne, don't--
That didn't sound good.
She's not coming back.
Until when?
I don't know.
Never, maybe. She's moving. Just like that.
No explanation, no nothing.
Just--just--she's leaving
and has no idea if she'll be back.
Damn it!
Listen, why don't we go down to Monty's Doughnut House,
scarf down about a dozen glazed?
We can talk, if you want.
No wonder I never get too close,
because this? It sucks.
I know. Believe me.
What about half glazed, half jelly?
You've got a deal.
And by the way, you're buying.
Think of it as payback for you blowing me off earlier.