Oh, this is out of control.
Nick, why'd you have to kill her?
What are you talking about? She fell and hit her head.
-It was an accident. -Yeah, but the cops
aren't going to know that.
Oh, my God, what are we going to do?
Your fingerprints are all over the body,
and-and I'm an accessory, and...
Oh, I can't go to jail. I cannot do time. I can't...
Shut up and listen to me.
From now on, we do this my way, you understand?
You do what I say.
All right, get in the car.
(grunting with effort)
(grunts)
KYLE: Hello.
A reservation for Mr. and a Mrs. McBride.
-Oh. -We've been expecting you.
-The honeymoon suite, right? -Yeah.
You got us the honeymoon suite?
Yeah, I got it for tonight, a year from tonight,
and every year after that.
There's a small problem, however.
Uh, we had a late checkout,
and the suite won't be ready for another half hour.
Oh, but I'm ready now.
Well, you know, actually, I'm kind of hungry.
Um, is your restaurant still open?
I believe they are still serving in the upstairs lounge.
Come on.
You know, you didn't have to get us the honeymoon suite.
I'd be happy with any suite.
You're just gonna have to keep that motor of yours running
for another half an hour.
Want to... (laughs)
(elevator bell dings)
-KYLE: You coming? -(Amanda laughs)
(mellow jazz playing)
Now, I know how you hate surprises,
but, you know, I figured, a little music, a little dinner.
And the guys were happy to do it.
I couldn't help myself.
You're forgiven.
This time.
Mm. After you, Mrs. McBride.
There's Christine's rental car right there.
Let's go over this one more time.
Okay, I'm going to drive my car to the train tracks
where Kyle rescued Christine,
and you're going to follow in her car.
Right.
Wait-- I can't drive with a car with a body in it,
because if the cops pull me over, I'm gonna lose it.
Okay, okay.
You can drive Christine's car,
I'll take yours, we'll meet in Glendale, okay?
Go. Go!
(tires squealing)
(phone ringing)
(phone beeps on)
Hello?
Taylor, it's Peter.
I need to get a hold of Kyle.
Well, he's on his honeymoon.
Come on now. It's an emergency.
You know what hotel he's staying at?
I don't know.
Peter, I don't think
you should be bothering Kyle and Amanda right now.
They're probably quite busy.
Okay. Have you seen Christine, by any chance?
I heard she went back to New Mexico.
Peter, listen, uh, you're breaking up.
Uh... I'm going into a garage.
Bye.
(click, dial tone)
(Kyle grunts, Amanda squeals)
(Amanda laughs)
(Kyle sighs)
KYLE: Mmm.
-Oh! -(Kyle sighs)
Put me down. Yes.
Uh-huh.
And I'll rip your clothes off.
Oh, okay. All right.
(knocking on door)
Ooh. After I get that.
No, I don't think we want any, uh...
-Hello. -Excuse me, folks.
Hi. Telephone message for Mrs. McBride.
-Hmm... -KYLE: That's quite a--
And your luggage.
Here we go.
-BELLHOP: Thank you very much. -KYLE: Thank you.
-BELLHOP: Have a good day. -KYLE: Yes.
(door closes)
Now...
Who was it?
Um, the office... wishing us the best.
Oh, well, thank you very much to them.
And where were we?
Oh, yeah, you were about to rip my clothes off.
(Amanda laughs)
I need a minute.
I bought some sensational lingerie for you.
Well, you know, I thought tonight
that we could have a no-clothes policy.
Oh, but half the fun is unwrapping the present.
So why don't you take a quick shower?
And when you come out, I'll be all ready for you.
Okay... if that's what you want, huh.
Just know that I'll be in the shower.
-Uh-huh. -Unwrapped...
and naked, if you get lonely.
-(Amanda laughs softly) -Birthday suit, you know.
(elevator bell dings)
An outside line.
McBride.
(sighs)
It's an emergency.
A woman's gonna commit suicide.
(water running, phone ringing)
Amanda?
(ringing continues)
Hello.
Kyle, it's Peter.
Christine escaped from the hospital.
-How could that happen? -I don't know.
But just in case she shows up at your hotel...
Listen, I'm gonna have to call you back.
Okay, what do we do now?
We wait.
25 minutes for the next train.
(elevator bell dings)
All I'm asking is that you send a cruiser out
to the train tracks near the V.A.
That's right-- Glendale.
(sighs) Oh! Christine Denton.
Why do I... Why do I have to explain this over and over?
Hey...
Where's Christine?
Amanda...
The message wasn't from the office.
It was from her.
She's threatened to kill herself again.
Why didn't you tell me that?
l... Because I didn't want her to wreck our wedding night.
I thought if I called the police, they...
Forget about it.
We've got to find her.
(train whistle blowing)
Okay, here we go.
(crossing bells clanging)
Okay.
(grunting with effort)
(grunting)
(train whistle blowing, crossing bells clanging)
Come on, Taylor.
I can't believe she's dead.
I never meant for this to happen.
Yeah, yeah, yeah, we'll talk about it later.
Come on, let's go.
(engine starts)
(horn blaring)
Christine!
AMANDA: Oh, my God.
She did it.
* *
* Locked inside my empty room *
* Just waiting for your call *
* Cold, numb from staring into the wall *
* So maybe it's a game we play *
* For you to make me crawl *
* But nothing seems to change for me at all *
* Is it good enough for you to believe me? *
* You expect me to be true, so don't deceive me *
* Hey, come and take me *
* I'm holding out for you *
* Say you won't make me *
* Come crawling after you *
* Hey, come and take me *
* I'm holding out for you *
* Say you won't make me
* Come crawling after you... *
-Mr. McBride? -Yeah.
Looks like a suicide.
After the victim left the hospital,
she must have gone back to the motel,
picked up her car and drove it here.
Be available for questioning.
Yeah, sure.
(Kyle sighs)
Why did you lie to me?
About what?
About the note you got at the hotel.
The message from Christine. Why couldn't you just
tell me that it was from her?
Because I've been lying to you about everything lately.
I don't get it. I-I don't understand.
There was a letter written to you
from Christine.
But I know she wanted me to see it
because she said that she slept with you.
Amanda, I swear.
I know you didn't sleep with her.
Just let me finish.
So I-I tore it up, and I went to see her
at the hospital.
And?
And I... I threw our wedding in her face and...
I told her that if she showed up in our lives again,
I-I'd kill her.
No, it's not...
I'm just as guilty as you are.
I thought by keeping Christine
in Los Angeles, that I could somehow prevent her
from taking her life.
You could have,
if I hadn't gone to a woman on suicide watch
and screamed at her that she didn't have the guts
to kill herself.
I mean, I drove her to this.
I might as well have shot her between the eyes.
No, don't say that.
Don't say that.
Let's go home.
(Kyle sighs)
(engine starts)
I'm now a full-blown adulteress.
Define "full-blown."
Well, I went over to Jeff's to deliver a gift basket,
and I ended up in bed with him again.
Well, I guess that means you made your decision.
No. God.
I still love Billy with all my heart.
I don't know why it happened.
I mean, I do.
I'm so attracted to Jeff.
But it's not about Billy.
It's-it's about these carnal urges I can't control.
-(knocking at door) -Can I come in?
-We gotta talk. -JENNIFER: Hey, Billy.
Guess who's here.
Sam.
What do you need to talk to Jennifer about?
You.
Yeah, I just wanted to know if she'd seen you.
Wanted to know if you wanted to carpool.
SAMANTHA: Oh, no.
I have to go to the mall after work, remember?
No, I don't.
It must have slipped my mind.
Well, I gotta go to work.
See you, guys.
Yeah, I should be leaving, too.
You guys, have a good day.
Don't just stand there. Help me.
Christine's dead, and you want me to handle her stuff?
I didn't peg you for the queasy type.
It's not about an upset stomach, Nick.
It's about somebody being alive 24 hours ago,
and now they're not.
Now, it would be one thing if she was suicidal.
But she was a damn impostor.
I mean, we did this to her.
She was like a lamb being led to slaughter.
Will you chill?
I am trying to keep Kyle
and the cops off our back here.
What, by getting rid of everything
that connects us to her?
Yeah.
Is it that easy for you, Nick?
To just throw out some papers and her clothes,
and that's the end of it?
Because I can't stop seeing her face.
The fear, her struggling to get away from us,
to get to Kyle, and you know what?
I can't do this anymore! I'm outta here!
You ain't going anywhere, doll.
You know, I've done a lot
of not-so-nice things in my life,
and I've covered it up, and I've gotten past it.
But I have never killed a person, and I just...
You are in this up to your pretty little neck,
so you pull yourself together, damn it!
Because I'm not taking a fall for this.
Nick, she's dead.
That's right, because she had to shoot off her mouth.
And I'd keep yours closed, if you don't want
to end up just like her.
You got me?
Yeah, you're right.
I just lost my head for a second.
I'll do whatever you want me to do.
Because we're in this together, right?
Oh... Where are you going?
It's after 9:00.
Billy's going to be home from his meeting.
Wait a minute. We didn't even get a chance to talk.
What's to talk about?
We're great in bed, and lying to Billy is getting easy.
Aw, come on, Sam, this isn't you talking now.
If you got a problem with this, you gotta let me know.
It is what it is.
I can't talk about this right now,
because I have to take a shower.
(thunder rumbling)
To my bride.
And the long lifetime that we are going to have together.
(knocking at door)
I should get that.
No, no, I got it.
Yeah?
I just heard about Christine.
It is so awful.
That poor woman.
She was living in New Mexico,
just minding her own business.
Oh, I swear, I never meant to upset Amanda.
I really am sincerely, genuinely concerned about you guys.
Well, thank you for your genuine and sincere concern,
and good night.
Come on, Amanda.
That was about what it's always about.
Taylor.
No, it wasn't.
I can't take it anymore.
I'm going to bed.
PETER: What makes you think that / can
get through to Amanda?
Because she won't listen to me.
I mean, she's almost irrational.
She thinks that she is responsible
for Christine's death.
Now, come on.
Christine was a walking time bomb.
I mean, you-you had her on suicide watch, for God sakes.
I actually thought she was doing better.
She seemed more focused,
like she'd made some decisions.
She knew what she wanted to do with her life.
-And then Amanda came to see her and... -And what?
Well, she basically crushed her spirit.
There's nothing that you or I can do for Christine anymore.
Tell me you'll talk to Amanda.
Kyle...
Will you at least lie to her, then?
Hell, it was your idea to go ahead with this wedding.
I thought you gave a damn about us.
I do.
Then?
All right, I'll-I'll call her.
I'll see what I can do.
Thanks.
Come on, you're going to be late for the staff meeting.
Oh, I really wanted to get these sketches done
for Digby Dog Food.
You know, you couldn't wait to go to
these meetings when Jeff Baylor was the topic of discussion.
(phone rings, Samantha sighs)
-Samantha Reilly. -JEFF (on phone): Hey.
I've been thinking about us all day.
What we need is to get away.
Get away from L.A.,
away from your husband.
How does San Diego sound, huh?
You name the place. I don't care.
It's a really exciting idea, but I'm late for a meeting.
Who is it?
It's the VP from Digby Dog Food.
JEFF: Sam?
I can't be the other man in your life.
Not the way I feel.
-Sam, are you there? -Tell him you'll call him back.
Can I put you on hold?
You know what? Go ahead.
This is going to take longer than I thought.
Hurry up. Amanda's not going to be there, and I need you.
Okay.
(sighs)
Sorry. That was Billy at my desk.
No, no. I'm sorry. I shouldn't have called you at the office.
(chuckles) It's okay.
So, I really want to go away with you, too.
But I don't know how I'm gonna do it.
What am I gonna tell Billy?
I don't know.
I've never been in love with a married woman before.
That's the problem, isn't it?
I'm married to a guy
that I was in love with before I met you.
I have to go.
I'll try and call you later.
(dial tone)
MAN (over P.A.): Dr. Russell to Labor and Delivery.
Guess you finally got my messages.
I called you three times.
I'm not here to see you.
I'm here to see Christine.
Well, she got hit by a freight train.
There's nothing to see. Let me buy you a cup of coffee.
What's the problem?
I just want to make peace with the woman,
and say I'm sorry.
How do you take your coffee these days?
Kyle came by the condo this morning.
And as someone who cares about you-- a lot--
I want to tell you to quit blaming yourself
for what happened.
If I hadn't yelled at her in the hospital,
-she'd still be alive. -You don't know that, Amanda,
and you never will, so stop beating yourself up about this,
and admit you're human.
You made a mistake.
Everybody makes mistakes.
I know who I am, and I know what I did.
But thanks for the pep talk.
I'll make sure to tell Kyle you follow orders well.
(door opens)
(door shuts)
(knocking at door)
Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah.
Keep your pants on.
Nick, a detective came to the restaurant,
asking me all kinds of questions about Christine.
Where we met, how close we were,
and did I know she was still in L.A.?
So what?
All you had to do was tell him you don't know squat.
They know, Nick. The cops know.
What are you doing?
Getting out of this screwed-up town.
Oh, you're not gonna desert me.
Not that I wouldn't be sorry to see you go,
but I am not going to be left holding the bag.
The bag is buried,
and a girl I cared about is dead.
And I can't stand to look at your face anymore.
But you said we were in this together,
and that I was supposed to stop with my guilt,
which I am trying to do,
but, Nick, I've got this girl�s blood on my hands.
My God, I don't even know her real name.
(sighs)
Tiffany Hart.
26 next month.
She was a chorus girl in Vegas when we met,
in, uh, an off-the-Strip joint.
Face got all screwed up in this car wreck,
which goes to prove I should never drink and drive.
Oh, my God. I didn't know.
Yeah. I owed her.
I figured this was a way I could make up for some of the pain.
No, I can't listen to this any more.
We owe this to her. We have to go to the cops and confess.
I told you before to keep your trap shut!
Otherwise, I'll have one more loose end
to tie up, and trust me, I will not hesitate to do it.
-You hear me? -Uh-huh.
KYLE: I can't believe
what I'm hearing.
Our marriage is not cursed.
Why would you even think that?
Because it's true.
Christine tried to kill herself
the first time we were gonna get married,
and then, well, the second time...
You know, what do you say
we declare a moratorium on the Christine conversations?
You loved her, and now she's dead,
and you don't want to talk about it?
I don't know how to get through to you!
Why don't you start by telling me the truth?
You haven't said one honest or true feeling since she died.
Okay, you know what? Yeah, I do.
I think that you are partially responsible
for Christine's suicide.
If you would have been honest with me, showed me that letter
and not gone to the damn hospital,
maybe she would be alive.
But she's not,
and you and I are married,
and we can get through this thing.
I don't think so.
Christine is a bigger problem for us dead
than she ever was alive.
Amanda, please...
No, I don't want to be touched.
What I want is to be left alone.
You're being ridiculous.
All the more reason
for you to sleep in your own apartment tonight.
(door opens)
(door closes)
JENNIFER: These crack of the dawn visits are
getting to be a drag.
I'm sorry.
I just don't know what to do.
Jeff's pressuring me to go away with him.
Away? Like, permanently?
No. No, just for a night.
Out of town.
Uh, he's tired of being the other guy in my life.
He's only been the other guy for, what,
a couple of days now?
I know, but our relationship is so intense.
I mean, I know that it's just an affair,
but it just doesn't feel like one, you know?
Even though I do feel badly lying to Billy.
But the poor guy is injured,
and he must be feeling just awful about his career.
He is, and he wants to be with me so much.
And it would just be one day
out of an entire lifetime with Billy, right?
You know, I could go on a business trip or-or something.
Yeah, of yours-- yours and Coop's.
Tomorrow?
Yeah.
And you're sure this is what you want?
Yeah, I am.
Okay, where do you want to sleep tomorrow night?
San Diego?
One trip to San Diego coming up.
(footsteps approaching)
Kyle, if there's anything I can do--
you know, if you want to take a few days off--
I'll cover for you.
Taking a few days off is not going to bring Christine back.
And it is definitely not going to fix my marriage with Amanda.
Listen, Kyle, if you're blaming yourself, you should stop,
because you did everything humanly possible
to help Christine get her life back on track.
I didn't mean that kind of track.
Um, I...
Really, that was not a joke. I... really.
Okay, I know.
I know. You know, and I don't blame myself.
I blame Amanda.
I mean, I probably shouldn't have told her that, but...
she dared Christine to kill herself.
Well, maybe you shouldn't blame Amanda, either.
I mean, you didn't really know Christine.
What do you mean?
TAYLOR: What I mean is,
sometimes you think you know somebody,
and you don't really know them inside.
I mean, take your friend Nick.
You thought he was your best bud,
and look what a rat he turned out to be.
Why are you bringing Nick up?
I don't know.
I'm just trying to be here for you.
But if I said anything wrong, I apologize.
Kyle, listen, you should know
that my heart is in the right place.
Um, I better go.
Mario's in the kitchen by himself.
Uh, just keep your chin up, okay?
-Yeah. -Yeah.
Yeah.
BILLY: Yeah, I'm still holding.
Mm-hmm.
You wanted to see me? Why?
Um...
Reason number one:
you're my wife and I miss you.
Reason number two is I have a surprise.
Why? It's not my birthday, or our anniversary or anything.
Just open it.
(Samantha laughs softly)
I got it for the GALA Committee Awards dinner tomorrow night.
You like it?
SAMANTHA (laughing): Like it? It's beautiful.
(sighs) Oh.
Tomorrow night, Billy, I have to go to San Diego.
Since when?
Well, I just got the call.
I have to meet Jennifer and Coop's distributor
and go over the artwork for their new campaign.
This dinner is more important.
The award is for family values.
You are my family.
I need you to be there with me.
Well, what else can I say,
besides business before pleasure?
Your job comes before our marriage?
You know it doesn't.
You're right. I'm sorry.
Well, I'll talk to Amanda.
Maybe she can get somebody else to go to San Diego.
Oh, it's my artwork. It's-it's my campaign.
Why don't you take Jennifer?
Jennifer? Why would I take her?
Well, why not?
I mean, she doesn't have anybody in her life right now,
and she's a good friend of mine.
I don't see any harm in it.
Why don't you just call her?
All right, I'll-I'll think about it.
Okay.
Thank you for the dress.
(dialing phone)
(ringing)
-(beep) -Hello.
SAMANTHA: Oh, thank God you're home.
We have a catastrophe in the making.
Billy has an awards dinner tomorrow night,
and thanks to you, I'm going to be in San Diego with Jeff.
And now Billy is all upset that I'm not gonna go,
so I told him to invite you.
Wait, let me get this straight--
you're asking me to be your husband's date?
Yeah, I know. I'm sorry.
I know black-tie dinners are a bore,
but I need to see Jeff.
Stop selling.
If Billy asks, I'll say yes.
As a matter of fact, getting all dressed up
and going to a party sounds like fun.
Catastrophe averted.
(laughs)
(phone beeps off)
(gasps)
How did you get in here?
(Nick laughs)
I'm a resourceful guy, remember?
Besides, I wanted to make sure you had your wits about you.
Oh, I have my wits about me. I'm rock solid.
That little breakdown I had in the hotel-- that was just
a temporary lapse.
The old take-no-prisoners,
only-care-about-yourself Taylor is back in top form,
so thanks for checking on me, and good-bye.
You trying to get rid of me? Hmm?
Listen, I-I... I'm in a hurry.
I spilled something on my blouse.
-I just need to change it, okay? -(knocking on door)
Who is it?
It's Kyle. I need to talk to you.
(whispering): I'll slip out the bathroom window.
-Ugh! -(knocking)
KYLE: Come on, Taylor, open up.
-Hi. -Hey.
-I got a question... -Uh-uh.
...for you.
Now, what did you mean earlier when you said that
I didn't really know Christine, the kind of person she was?
Oh, I just meant
that there was a lot of water under your bridges,
and a lot of years had gone by, and people change.
No, what you said-- I'm gonna quote you here-- you said,
I didn't really know Christine,
just like I didn't really know Nick,
who turned out to be a rat.
Well, I don't know what I meant.
I just... I was trying to make you feel better,
and obviously, I failed.
Uh-huh.
You know, if you're lying to me, I will find out.
Come on, Kyle.
I would never keep anything from you.
You know that.
Right. Discussion's not over.
(sighs)
MICHAEL: Thanks for talking Peter
into giving me that interview for the staff job at the ER.
Yeah, well, with your clinic in the toilet,
I thought I didn't want to leave you jobless and in the street.
Not to mention that you did owe me.
I mean, I did let you talk me into making that huge cash...
(clears throat) ...donation to the church.
(low, indistinct conversation)
You're not going to go causing any trouble
or anything now, are you?
You know, you really are an annoying person, Taylor.
Excuse me.
Coop.
COOP: I thought you were helping Mike with
-his resume tonight. -We finished early.
What about your meeting?
It got canceled, so I stopped in here for takeout.
But I still don't understand why
you're having dinner with this guy.
MICHAEL: Well, a person has to eat,
even if her boyfriend
is out of the town with his ex-wife.
MEGAN: Why don't you sit down and join us?
MICHAEL: Yeah, then the three of us
can all share our feelings
and, uh, maybe a dessert.
Thanks, but I think I'll go upstairs
and have a couple of stiff drinks instead.
See you at home, later on tonight.
Hey, isn't it kind of late
for you to be out on a school night?
I need a favor.
You want me to help with some new ad campaign?
I'm going to start charging you for my services.
It's not about work.
Not exactly.
Are you free tomorrow night?
Depends.
Uh, I got an awards dinner, and Sam's going to be out of town.
I'd be happy to be your date.
It's not a date.
It was Sam's idea.
And it's black tie.
Not a problem.
I can dig up something to wear.
Okay.
See you tomorrow night.
E-Every time I run into you in a bar,
I-I end up drinking too much. Why is that?
Because when the booze peels away the utter contempt
we have for one another, we're basically bookends.
Oh, that's a frightening thought.
Well, think about it.
We have the same taste in women, in booze...
and if we had the choice between poverty or the high life,
we both agree there'd be no choice, right?
Wrong.
Some things in life have more value than dollars and cents.
Really? Like what?
Like love.
(scoffs) Coming from a man who married for money...
Hey, you guys, I'm sorry, but last call
was a half an hour ago, and I want to go home,
so sink your drinks.
You want to know how much I love Megan?
I'll tell you how much.
Ten million bucks worth.
That's how much.
Ten million bucks?
Yup, because according to old man Sterling's will,
if I remarry Lexi within a year, that's how much I'd inherit.
Giving it all up for love.
You're saying you're not even tempted by the idea?
Are you kidding me?
For ten million bucks, wouldn't you be?
But, look, see, that-that's why I'm telling you this.
Because if-if you
somehow got back together with Lexi,
then that would just like, like KO the temptation.
So, what do you say, Pete?
Help out your-your partner,
your friend?
I don't even know how to answer that.
Well, I mean, it's not like it's
that tough of a decision unless, of course,
you-you don't care for Lexi anymore,
unless it-it's over.
Well, it's not over.
So don't go out and buy that Ferrari just yet.
Always told you, doll--
lock the front door first.
First my apartment, and now the restaurant.
What if Kyle sees us?
Ah, he left over an hour ago.
It's just you and me.
Come on.
One last toast before I hit the road.
Sure. (chuckles)
Oh! Not so fast.
I got a toast.
To the best partner in crime a guy ever had.
-(glasses clinking) -Hmm.
I'm going to miss you, Taylor.
Yeah. I'm going to miss you, too, Nick.
You don't have to do that.
That's why we've got a dishwasher.
Ah, I don't mind.
(weak laugh)
What, are you a clean freak, all of a sudden?
Yeah.
I like my life
clean and neat.
(cash register jingles)
Nick!
Figured I'd make it look like a robbery.
(grunts)
(Taylor gasping)
Give it up, Taylor. Give it up!
MICHAEL: Taylor?
Taylor, you still here? The door was open.
MICHAEL: Listen, uh, I think I left my resume
-on the table. -(clattering)
Taylor?
Is that you?
Taylor, is that you?
Damn.
Taylor.
Taylor, what the hell happened?
(moans) He threw me against the wall.
-Left me for dead. -Oh, geez.
Oh, my head hurts.
All right, hang on, hang on.
-I'm going to call 911. -No, no!
No hospital, no hospital. Too many questions.
They'll want to know why Nick tried to kill me.
Nick? Who's Nick?
Shh. Michael, please help me.
Kyle can't find out.
Okay, okay. I know where to take you.
Come on. Come on.
TAYLOR: Where am /?
You're at my clinic. Lie still, okay?
-(Taylor moans) -I've taken some X-rays.
There are no fractures, but you do have a concussion.
So I want you to take it easy for a couple of days,
and, uh, if there are no complications--
What-What complications?
Internal bleeding, Taylor.
But you're probably going to make a full recovery.
I just want to observe you for a few days.
Now, look, um, I'm late for a meeting with Peter.
So you rest, and I'll be back in an hour.
No, I've got to get out of town, too.
Michael, Nick can't find me.
Taylor, Taylor, you're not going to get very far
with that bump on your head.
-Michael, you don't understand. -I know I don't.
So why don't you explain it to me, huh?
Okay.
It was all so innocent at first, you know.
I was just trying to break Amanda and Kyle up.
Again?
Yes, again.
-(Michael groans) -Well, I made a mistake
of asking Kyle's ex-Marine buddy Nick to help me.
See, he found this woman,
and she looked just like this woman
that Kyle used to be involved with, but she ended up dead.
But I didn't do it. I swear I didn't do it.
And now, I'm a loose end that Nick wants to tie up,
and, well, if I go to the cops, I'm going to be an accessory.
To murder?
Well, I was hoping for manslaughter,
or-or just accidental whatever.
Wow. Okay, Taylor,
um, how do you get yourself into these jams?
Michael, listen, you gotta get me out of town, please.
-My life is in your hands. -Okay.
-I'm begging you. -Okay, okay.
Michael, please, I'm begging you.
I'm begging you, begging you.
All right, I'll help you.
Because I know what it's like to be in over your head.
Okay, let's just think for a sec, okay?
Okay.
So, if someone other than me had found you
at the restaurant, they would have called 911,
and the paramedics would have taken you
to the ER at Wilshire Memorial.
So it figures that's where Nick will be looking for you.
-The hospital. -That's right.
It's my turf,
and I can still scam guest privileges there.
So you don't have anything to worry about.
I can take care of Nick.
Oh, Michael, thank you. Thank you.
Yeah, forget the gratitude, will ya?
This is not a freebie.
I mean, I'll save your hide,
but, uh, it's gonna cost you, big-time.
(sighs)
Coop had to take a call.
He asked me to give you this.
Sugar, no cream.
Yes, thank you.
I miss you.
I miss you, too.
What do you suggest we do about that?
(Samantha laughs gently)
(Samantha sighs)
(Jeff sighs)
For the next 24 hours,
you are not gonna do anything alone.
(both chuckling)
-Ah... -Mmm...
I love you, Sam.
Don't.
Move in with me.
Leave Billy.
Come on, what's it gonna be, Sam?
I was paged?
Uh, yes, Doctor.
That man over there has been asking about
one of your patients, Taylor McBride,
even though I have no record
of her being admitted to the ER.
Which I hope you didn't tell him.
No, Doctor-- your instructions were very specific.
Say nothing, and inform you immediately
if anybody made an inquiry.
Thank you.
Excuse me, excuse me.
I'm Dr. Mancini.
-Hi. -I treated Taylor McBride last night.
-Thank you. -Thanks.
Um, are you a friend or a relative?
Yeah, I'm an old friend of the family's.
Um, so how's she doing?
Well, I'm afraid I have some bad news.
Mrs. McBride didn't make it.
She's dead?
Cause of death was an intracerebral hemorrhage.
I guess someone broke into the restaurant,
and she put up a fight.
But there were no fingerprints or witnesses,
so they'll never catch the guy.
Um...
So, uh, is there anything I can do?
No, no, Doc.
You've been great.
And, uh, thanks for cushioning the blow.
Taylor was one of a kind.
Oh, she sure was.
Yeah.
Oh, uh, it's that way.
Oh. Thanks.
MAN: / never expected somebody so young
to kick the bucket.
But I guess everybody's got their demons, right?
Yeah.
Do you mind if I look around a little bit?
You paid the bill.
So, what are you looking for, exactly?
An answer.
To hell with you and your suicide crap.
Besides, I don't think you have the guts to kill yourself.
Christine!
Oh, my God.
She did it.
(valet's whistle blows)
(Jennifer laughs)
What are you talking about?
All those dance lessons paid off.
Yeah, I noticed.
Here you go. Thanks.
Wow. It has been a long time
since I've been out with a winner.
I had a fantastic time.
I don't know how to thank you.
I should be thanking you.
The agency wins three awards,
and you were the only one here to share it with me.
I don't give a damn about Amanda,
but Sam could have changed her plans.
You know, I'm just not a priority to her these days.
I'm glad I could be here for you.
MAN: Here you are, sir.
Ma'am?
(Jennifer clears her throat gently)
I don't want this evening to end.
It doesn't have to.
This is a hotel.
Maybe they have a room.
(valet's whistle blows)
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