Hi, Marge. Can I come in?
Hi, Marge. I'm sorry to bother you,
but could we just talk for a minute?
Sorry. I didn't see the suitcase here.
Are you going someplace?
- Yes.
- Where?
- Away.
- Away where?
Away where
you can't find me.
Aah! Harry...
Sorry about that.
Are you gonna see Alex?
What is it
you exactly want, Zach?
Marge, I need to talk to your daughter.
It's very important.
Would you just please
tell me where she is?
- No.
- Why won't you tell me?
Because if you knew where she was,
you'd screw up her life,
and then I'd have to
kill you.
Oh, well,
that makes sense.
Do you think I could have a drink?
I'm a little parched.
- I'll get you some tap water.
- That's fine. That would be great.
Oh. Marge, thank you.
Cheers.
It's good. Clear too.
Would you like a little...
Look, Marge, um,
I realize you and I over the years
haven't exactly hit it off,
and you have just cause
to really hate me.
But I don't know why...
I just feel that...
somehow if you'd look
deep within yourself,
you might find that you have
some good feelings about me.
- Well, Marge, I just think that...
- Harry.
- It's time now to bury the hatchet, you know?
- Harry.
You left that door open. If you let that
dog run away, I'll rip your beard off!
- Marge, I tripped. l...
- Harry?
Harry!
Harry? Harry!
Here, Harry!
Harr... Harr...
Holy Jesus.
Harry. Harry.
Harry? Come on, Harry.
Snap out of it.
- Oh, God!
- Nice Harry.
Come on, Harry!
Harry? Harry?
- Harry?
- Marge, why don't you look out back?
- I'll-I'll go out front.
- Harry!
- Harry! Harry!
- Harry?
- Here, Harry!
- Harry?
- Here, Harry!
- Here, Harry!
Harry.
- You find him?
- No!
- Keep looking!
- Harry!
Harry!
Here, boy!
Sorry, Harry.
Stay.
Harry?
Hi, you've reached the Fennermans.
Leave a message when you hear the beep.
Jake, this is Zach. It's 2:00 in the morning.
I'm in Ventura County jail. Get me out.
The arresting officer
states that you were clocked...
at 134 miles an hour.
Anything to say
about that, Mr. Hutton?
I was in a hurry,
Your Honor.
Me too. Five hundred dollars
or 30 days.
Miss Alexander Hutton.
- What about her?
- I'm Zachary Hutton.
- Should that make a difference?
- She's expecting me. What's her room number?
- She's not in her room.
- Where is she?
She's in the arboretum.
Harry?
Would you mind...
Is this a bad time?
Dearly beloved,
we are gathered here...
to join
in holy matrimony...
Alexandra and Jonas.
If there is anyone here
who could show just cause...
why this couple
should not be married,
let them speak now...
or forever hold
their peace.
Uh...
Come on, Zach.
Alex, you don't have
to do this.
Yes, I do.
Papa always said...
if someone takes the trouble
to ruin your wedding,
the least you can do
is walk 'em to the car.
He sounds like a real
old-world gentleman.
Oh, you'd have loved each other.
You could compare livers.
You know, your mother
missed her calling.
If she'd drop a few pounds,
I might get her a match with Sugar Ray.
Can't say
as I really blame her.
- I always wondered what she saw in me.
- Probably Papa.
Could you get
Mr. Hutton's car, please?
- I guess I really screwed things up.
- You guess.
- You want to know why I came?
- No.
I feel like I'm drowning, and you're
the only one that can save me.
- I can't save you, Zach.
- You can't?
That's not fair.
I was counting on you.
You see, no matter
how bad I am or was or will be,
I keep thinking
you're gonna save me.
In spite of everything, you'll put your
arms around me and tell me it's all right,
and I'll be resurrected because
you love me and you've got the magic.
- No magic.
- Yeah, but what a dream, huh?
- It's a selfish dream.
- That, too,
but hey, these days I'm all I've got,
and that ain't much.
Zach, you know,
I'm glad I don't have the magic.
- How