Sex, Lies, and Videotape

- No, I didn't.
- Why not?

- Look, Cynthia, I didn't have time.
- Well, why?

John's right. He's strange and you
don't wanna get involved with him.

What happened over there?
- Did he make a pass at you?
- No.

Well, what's this "strange" bullshit
all of a sudden? Is he drownin' puppies?

It's nothin' like that, OK?
- Well, what? Is he dangerous?
- No. Not physically.

- Well, what, then?
- I don't wanna talk about it.

- Then why did you call me?
- I don't know.


- Hello?
- Cynthia, John.

Not today. I've got other plans.
Oh. Well, when, then?
How about inviting me over to dinner?
- You know what I mean.
- Yeah, I know what you mean.

- It's open.
- Hi.
- Hello.

- Can I help you?
- I'm Cynthia Bishop.

- Do I know you? I don't...
- I'm Ann Millaney's sister.

The extrovert.
She must have been in a good mood.
She usually calls me loud.

Yeah, she called you that, too.
So, uh, what are you doin' here?
- You want me to leave?
- No, I just wanna know why you're here.

Well, like I said, Ann is my sister.
Sisters talk. You can imagine the rest.

No, I think it's probably better
if I don't characterise that conversation