Cupid

What do you mean, why?

You can't be slipping mixed tapes into my bag.

Mixed cd.

And you're gonna feel differently after you hear it.

And you shouldn't be calling me...

unless it's regarding your mental health.

It's inappropriate. One last time...

I am your psychiatrist. You are my patient.

Yeah, I'm aware of that.

Are you? Because in our sessions,

you treat me like I'm the woman who cuts your hair.

A young lady who I have...

- ...the utmost respect for, by the way. - You deflect every serious question...

with a joke or a tangent.

I need to get a true picture of who you are...

and where you came from if I'm going to help you.

I'm cupid, and I'm from olympus.

So you've said.

Listen, Claire, I feel bad about...

the way things have been going in our sessions. I do.

- Actually, it's why I made you the cd. - I'm not looking for a gesture.

I'm looking for you to dig deeper.

Well, I chose the songs on the cd...

because I thought it might give you a little insight...

into what's going on inside my head.

Oh, my god.

I know. It's a pretty awesome idea, right?

I've been robbed.

I don't even think they took anything.

- Why would someone...? - It's probably an addict...

looking for cash lying around.

Unfortunately, it's gotten pretty common around here.

And you... you definitely checked everywhere?

Ma'am, trust us, he's long gone.

- Thanks, boys. - I'll take it from here.

- What are you doing at my apartment? - I was concerned for your welfare.

"I was robbed." Click. What was I supposed to do after that?

Pour myself a gimlet and draw a bath?

I wanted to make sure there was no junkie...

- ...hiding in your box spring. - There's not.

Oh, good. So now I will begin the cheering up process.

Starting perhaps...

with a little musical insight...

into the inner workings of one Trevor Pierce.

- Did you not hear a word I said earlier? - What are we talking about again?

Do you see any of my other patients here, Trevor?

No. Just me.

I should probably get a little, like, gold star on my file.

I will give it to you at our next session.

Good-bye, Trevor.

All right. Have it your way.

Oh! Sorry!

Trevor, wait.

Since you're already here,

if you wanted to stay and help me clean up,

I guess that would be okay.

Yeah, sure.

Where should we begin?

Shall I suggest... the bedroom?

So when you go to sleep tonight...

you won't be surrounded by a reminder of what happened.

They totally trashed the place.

what, this? Please.

Back home, this was a typical sunday morning in my bedroom.

But you know what they always say,

if you're not breaking a lamp...

you're not doing it right.

They? Who is this "they" that always says that?

Uh, Zeus,

Apollo,

the guy who owns the lighting store on mount olympus.

There's a lighting store in mount olympus?

Mount O-lamp-us. I know. It's ridiculous.

But when it was called lamps by George,

they could hardly scare up a customer.

Oh, lamby.

The things you must have seen in this bedroom.

What...

do we have... here?

- Out. - Okay.

I know I'm supposed to meet you,

but seriously, I'm on a job. I'm not lying.

I'm not lying. Hey, will you... Will you tell her I'm not lying?

He's not lying. Trevor Pierce.

Putting in some locks.

Break-in. I don't know. He was here when I got here.

- Does she want to know what I'm wearing? - Do you want to know what he's wearing?

She doesn't, although she put it slightly more colorfully.

- Ask her what she's wearing. - He wants to know what you're wearing.

She says she's gonna be wearing your ass as a hat...

if you're lying.

Just the asshat and nothing else?

Paula? Hello?

- She hung up, didn't she? - Yeah.

So what's the story there?

Other than the fact that I'm madly in love with her,

not a heck of a lot.

Well, if she's your dream girl, you gotta make that move.

Did it sound like I was worshipping her from afar there?

- Look, some things just aren't meant to be. - Love's always meant to be.

Yeah, well, not in this case.

* You got me horny in the morning *

* and you know, oh, oh *

* My heart is ringing *

* so I'm singing this song for you *

* I'm horny *

* horny, horny, horny *

* so horny *

* horny, horny, horny *

* I'm horny *

Not open yet.

Although I could always make an exception.

- I'm looking for Trevor Pierce. - You found him.

Paula Torres.

We spoke on the phone last night about tommy brown.

The locksmith?

- Something funny? - No. Sorry.

I just the whole picture suddenly became clearer.

- The picture? - Tell me if this sums it up.

You and Tommy were dating.

Things went south, you broke it off.

Now you're wondering if you did the right thing,

Syou're giving him the cold shoulder...

while still sniffing around to make sure he hasn't moved on.

I'm not sniffing around to make sure...

- ...he hasn't moved on. - okay.

I'm not his ex. I'm his parole officer.

Subtítulos por: CupidTeam

Traductores: iris_alicante, Seta, Syd15 y Virum.

Revisor: Syd15

So you're a jewel thief?

Was.

Was, Mrs. Gardner.

Might not want to broadcast the whole thief thing,

it doesn't exactly endear me to people.

Take Paula, for example.

No, Paula needs to get over that.

You paid your debt to society.

Besides, you were a jewel thief. You didn't kill anyone.

- You didn't kill anyone, right? - I never even carried a gun.

- I was telling that very thing to the judge...

- ...when he sent me away for five years. - On the bright side, you don't get caught,

you never meet Paula.

Then I don't get the chance to spend the rest of my life...

pining for a woman who hates me.

You're mistaking cold and superior for hatred.

Look, no offense. I met the woman.

She's borderline arctic.

I know.

Come on. You never had one of those icy know-it-alls...

who just make you crazy?

I have one of those who thinks I'm crazy.

Regardless, frosty the snow babe doesn't hate you.

It's just the nature of the relationship, you know?

She's trying to maintain a professional distance.

- You can't read too much into that. I never do. - Is that so?

Come over here and check this out.

Parole report Paula wrote two weeks ago.

Check out the last chapter.

"While there's no evidence...

to suggest Tommy has engaged in illegal activity,

he hasn't shown any meaningful change...

from his pre-prison mindset.

He continues to rely on the charm and inteligence...

that made him a masterful thief...

to evade responsibility in his daily life."

- So you see what I'm saying? - Yeah, "charm, intelligence, masterful."

Clearly, Paula thinks you're a giant loser.

- This is gonna be a piece of cake. - What's gonna be a piece of cake?

You and Paula. Leave it to me.

I'll have her in your arms by the end of the night.

- Never gonna happen, my friend. - Oh, okay. Well, I'll leave then.

Obviously, you don't really love Paula.

I don't love Paula?

Let me tell you something.

When I got out of prison,

my plan was to go right back in the business.

I was casing joints using books in the prison library.

My ex-wife was handling my legwork on the outside.

Then I get released and I have my first parole meeting.

Staring across the desk at me...

was this smart, beautiful woman...

who could see right through me.

Suddenly all that mattered,

all I wanted, was to be a man she could respect.

Okay. I get it.

Look, you're probably right.

You know, best to keep that sort of love unrequired.

You're much better off focusing your other great love...

making keys.

I'm listening.

I gotta get to this singles group...

before the group leader...

destroys the last spark of romance and hope...

in a bunch of lonely hearts, but this is where I work.

I want you to come in tonight.

I'll fill you in on all the details.

We'd been drinking... a lot.

Next thing I know, Angela is kissing me,

and I'm kissing her back. f-first off, uh,