The Crush

Monday... Monday, go away and come again another day

I'm sick and tired of Tuesdays.

Wednesday's good for bad.

Sitting in the office on a wet 'n' windy Thursday.

Warm 'n' dead on Friday

I don't wanna live, day to go.

Oh, don'tcha know.

Oh, don'tcha know.

Hard to get.

Hard to get.

Hard to get.

Uh-huh-huh.

Oh, yeah.

You can get it.

If you lose it.

But don't forget.

Uh-huh-huh.

Oh.

Oh, yeah.

Hard to get.

Hard to get.

Hard to get.

Uh-huh-huh.

Ooh.

Oh, yeah.

Hard to get.

Hard to get.

Hard to get.

Uh-huh-huh.

Oh, yeah.

You can get it.

If you lose it.

Then don't forget.

Uh-huh-huh.

Oh

Yes?

Yeah, I saw your sign out front.

And I was wondering if I could see the guest house.

Well actually, I just got out here.

But you do work mostly at home?

Uh-huh. I really need the peace and quiet.

This is so great.

You see, I'm always in court.

My husband Cliff complains he spends more time

in airports than at home.

We'd both... feel better if there was someone around.

I'll take it.

Great.

Now, it's... it's a little run-down on the inside,

but there's plenty of spare furniture in the garage.

You're welcome to help yourself to anything you'd like.

That's my daughter, Adrian.

Oh, I think we met...

out front on the street.

Oh.

She seemed very, uh...

Headstrong is what I call it.

But I'm sure you two will get along fine.

Just like a toy

I was waitin' for you.

But you never came.

And I found myself alone...

- Hello. - Get down.

What's the big deal?

My parents rented out the guest house.

To who?

Some guy.

Look, check him out.

If you're not back in five minutes, I'll radio for air support.

Okay.

I waited for you.

But you never came.

On the way back to my house

I had to hesitate.

Who goes there?

What?

Identify yourself. Friend or foe?

Depends.

Some time today...

You got a name?

Cheyenne.

Oh, Injun, huh?

Hippie parents.

Oh.

Later.

Should I speak.

When I saw that man?

I think I saw that face

I would like to give you more.

I heard that's what we're all here for.

Well?

Well, he's okay.

Kind of cool.

Old.

Hi. I'm Nick Eliot. I'm here to see Michael.

Nick Eliot? You're late.

- It's not even 8:30. - Monday meeting starts at 8:15.

What I'm concerned about is the focus on this.

Go on.

You've got to do it.

- Good eye. - Good.

Oh, okay, what are you working on right now?

Oh, I'm still researching the article.

New here?

I can tell.

All right. Let's get down to business.

Tanya Terrel on the cover.

If she wants to expose herself and her body,

I'll be happy to oblige her.

I need more pictures inside, but keep the text

under 1,000 words.

The Senate arms deal is dead.

Nobody cares, and the weeklies are beating it to death.

Now, Nicholas Eliot,

Monday's staff meetings begin at 8:15 precisely.

I expect everyone to be here.

Oh, ahem, my apologies.

I, uh, just got into town.

Do you really think I don't know who you are, Mr. Eliot?

Your former superiors describe you

as an excellent researcher with only fair writing skills.

In fact, one of them, described you

as a pit bull when you're on the scent.

And that's precisely why I hired you.

Now, Mr. Eliot...

tell me, what do you know about Robert Levansky?

Only that he just got out of jail and refuses to talk to the press.

He embezzled almost $2 billion,

500 million of which remains unaccounted for.

I want you to dig up everything you can.

Come on, 1,000 reporters have been on that for months.

It's a black hole.

I'll expect something by Friday.

Maddik, track Eliot.

If he finds anything, I want pictures.

Mr. Hurley.

Is he always like this?

Sometimes he's in a bad mood.

Oh.

And every day.

Must I...

wait on you hand and foot?

On the way past, I...

One time when you made me feel so good...

So how much they paying you to watch me?

Ribbons in your hair...

Just renting the guest house.

- They were never there. - Oh.

It's not a subscription...

Why are you doing that?

Well...

I'm gonna have her painted now that I can finally afford it.

So, uh... Fox hunt? Polo?

No. I'm schooling jumpers.

I'm gonna be the youngest in my class to go to Nationals.

Really? Sounds ambitious.

Yeah, well...

if only my ride would show, maybe I could get to practice.

This one will never mend.

To show before a friend.

Hello. Mario Analdi?

Hi. Nick Eliot. Pique magazine.

I was wondering if you might be able to answer

a few questions for us.

You used to work for the Levansky family,

is that right?

I think we have something.

Yes.

Very attractive.

Oh, this?

Helps me think.

Hmm.

Come in, come in.

So what are you doing?

Ooh, pretty dry stuff, really.

You wouldn't be interested.

Try me.

Okay.

Uh... you ever hear of Robert Levansky?

The arbitrage guy who stole a lot of money.

Allegedly stole.

Uh, anyway, I found his chauffeur.

He told me that he regularly drove Levansky

up to a house in Knollwood.

Seems Levansky had a...

a friend.

You mean a lover?

Well, yeah, yeah.

Yes, um...

Anyway, it turns out this woman flew to Geneva

six times last year.

Ooh, Swiss bank accounts loaded with the missing cash.

You sure you're only 14?

Almost 15.

Isn't it way past your bedtime?

YES.

Uh-huh.

Um...

So, um... whose pool?

That's Rockford's. They're in Maine.