Oh.
Hi.
Expecting someone else?
Say, maybe-- I don't know-- a guy?
Uh, yeah, right.
I'm beating them away with a stick these days.
Oh...
Shouldn't be so hard on yourself, you know.
I think most guys probably find you irresistible.
I'll accept the compliment, Sam,
but at the same time, I'll assume
that's not the only reason why you're here.
Well, I just wanted you to be the first to know
that my period of confusion-- it's over.
I've decided to work it out with Billy.
Wow.
That's great.
Yeah, I realized that my affair with Jeff was a big mistake.
Almost as big as discussing it with you.
Well, you, uh, seemed to need a friend.
Yeah.
And friends share everything, right?
In theory.
Theories are great until you test them
and they wind up trashing your life.
(chuckles) Whoops.
There I go again, just shooting my mouth off
when none of this is really any of your business, is it?
I guess not.
Oh, I almost forgot.
Something that is your business--
Billy and I just made love,
and it was... it was incredible.
So, if his eye was beginning to wander, it won't anymore.
This is really great news, Sam.
At least for me.
(door opens and closes)
Little late for a house call.
Oh, mind your own business.
(door opens and closes)
-Hey, Taylor. -Hey.
Come on.
All right, take it easy now.
Well, I did what you told me.
I rested and I took it easy, and I think I feel better.
Okay.
-(grunts) Now... -Thank you.
(Taylor groans)
Is it a real sharp pain or all over?
It was a really sharp pain all over.
Really scared me.
Hmm?
I'm going to be all right.
I mean, the baby's going to be okay, right?
Give me a second.
You know, it's really weird,
'cause I really care about this baby.
I mean, before, you know, it was just all about pretending
with Peter and Kyle, and-and I guess
I really thought I knew what it would be like to be pregnant.
But now I-I know the real feelings,
and it's just so profound and just so much deeper.
(rhythmic heartbeat)
What?
(chuckles)
Here.
Listen to this.
It's your baby's heartbeat.
Strong, steady and right on schedule.
Oh, wow. It's so amazing.
I mean, even though this baby
is coming at the worst possible time,
with Kyle romancing me
and my not knowing who the father is--
whether it's you, Nick or Kyle--
this is still the most incredible miracle.
A new life.
Wow.
(sighs)
You know, Michael,
for the first time in a really long time,
I've got hope.
* *
* Of course you are floating *
* Floating out to sea *
* The current is flooded *
* With thoughts of me, me, me *
* Take your toys home *
* 'Cause no one wants to play *
* You think of yourself first *
* And then you feel betrayed *
* You're drinking bathwater *
* Come swim in your dirt *
* Remind you one more time *
* This shouldn't have to hurt *
* You seem to want to break *
* When it's only meant to bend *
* Your cup is empty now *
* This is where it ends. *
All right, don't-don't... don't say it--
that dreaded "I have to go to work" line.
-Mmm. -This just...
this feels too good to spoil with real life.
(chuckles, sighs)
I wish I could slack off,
but the timing couldn't be worse.
I know, but if... if we're moving to Philadelphia...
Uh, this appointment is nowhere near a done deal.
And in the meantime, I've got to continue my practice,
my business with Lexi, not to mention Michael’s lawsuit.
You know what? I really...
I really wish there was more I could do to help.
And you're doing it by staying out of it.
Michael would like nothing better
than to have you come calling over this.
Ten to one, it's the main reason
he's doing this whole thing in the first place.
Mwah.
Ah-ah-ah.
I'm going to the shower.
Hey. Hey.
On the lips, buster, or you're not going anywhere.
On the lips? Okay.
(moaning)
I got to get in the shower.
All right. All right.
-(phone ringing) -Hey, grab that, will you?
And if it's the hospital, tell them I'm on my way.
(grunts)
Hello?
Hello. Dr. Larner from Hutchins here.
Is this Megan?
Oh, yes. Um, how are you, Dr. Larner?
Well, if you don't start calling me George, I'll be offended.
Okay. Whatever you say, George.
Um, if you want to speak to Coop, he's in the shower.
-I'll get him for you. -No, no. Don't bother.
You can tell him when he gets out.
You see, he's made it to the next level,
and we'd like to fly him-- and you, of course--
here to Philadelphia to meet the rest of the search committee.
Oh, wow. That is good news.
Yes, yes.
I think you'll love our campus.
You will be accompanying him, I hope.
Nothing would be a bigger help to Coop
than having a woman at his side.
Of course I'll be there. I can't wait.
Neither can I.
See you soon, Megan.
(sighs)
Guess where we're going.
-Huh? -Philadelphia.
-(laughs excitedly) No! -You're meeting...
you're meeting with the rest of the search committee.
-Huh. -Mmm.
One step closer to having all of your dreams come true.
Are you kidding me?
I've got my dream come true right here.
Mmm. Mmm.
LEXI: Got awfully cold last night
in that big bed all alone.
(Peter sighs)
Isn't the idea of living together to live together?
You know, I don't know which is worse-- Michael’s lawsuit
or Coop leaving the practice to go to Philadelphia.
You know, if he goes,
I have to handle this entire legal mess myself.
Me against Michael, with absolutely no leverage.
So ask Coop to stay.
(sighing): Oh, yeah, sure.
Give up an appointment to Hutchins Research Hospital
and stay and fight a loser like Michael.
I wouldn't even know how to ask.
(Lexi clears throat)
Well, what if Coop couldn't go?
I mean, as the owner of his pharmaceutical company,
what if I forbid him from going?
Well, I don't want you to do anything you don't want to do.
(chuckles softly) It'll be a snap.
In no time,
I will have Coop eating out of the palm of my hand.
Well, good morning to you.
Taylor.
You look lovely this morning.
Thank you. I feel lovely.
Well, I got to get to work.
I got a quartet to audition.
Uh, before you go, I just wanted
to thank you again for the other day.
It was really nice just getting away
from my problems and your problems.
Well, I'm glad you had a good time.
So did I.
You know, another thing-- I miss your cooking.
I mean... (laughs) I know Mario's great
and most people can't tell the difference,
but I sure can.
You know, why don't I, uh, cook dinner for you tonight?
We'll eat in the kitchen.
-Just like the old days? -Just like the old days.
-See you then. -Okay.
Hey.
Seems like your little plan is progressing nicely.
Yeah. She's asking me out now.
You know what? I think it's just a matter of time
before she spills everything she knows
about Christine and Nick and this whole mystery.
I got to tell you, Kyle, I'm starting to feel
a little guilty about this whole thing.
Aren't you?
What, about manipulating her?
No way.
I mean, come on, it's not like she hasn't manipulated me
and everybody else since forever.
No, but in the end, you know she's gonna get hurt.
I think that she intentionally tried to ruin my marriage.
If that's true, she doesn't deserve one iota of mercy.
None.
Morning. Uh! I swear it's this fluorescent lighting.
An hour under these things and I have a splitting headache, too.
I think this particular headache came from red wine.
Oh, you have an allergy?
Only when I drink too much.
If I may say so, I think this guy Rory is big trouble.
Actually, I was drinking alone last night.
But, hey, now that you mention it,
next time I'll invite Rory over for company.
The guy has a wicked knack for reminding me
just how screwed up my life is.
Do we have a meeting scheduled?
-(door closes) -What you should be scheduling
is an appointment with a psychiatrist.
Why bother when I have you to judge me?
Rory is a creep, and you're still married to Kyle.
Oh, this is priceless.
From you, a lecture of fidelity.
All right, maybe I flirted with disaster with Jeff Baylor,
but I'm over it. I ended it.
Now I'm devoting my life to Billy.
You, you've gotta get over this Christine thing.
A woman died, and I'm the reason.
You don't just get over that.
Is it better to punish yourself?
Somebody has to.
Get out of here before I fire you.
(knocking)
Hi, you must be Jeff.
I'm Jennifer, Sam's best friend.
I doubt she's mentioned me, but maybe she has.
Once or twice maybe. What can I do for you?
Uh...
it's like this.
I know all about you two and your whole affair and...
Sam and I are history. Didn't she tell you?
Well, yeah, sort of.
But the thing about Sam is,
she doesn't always say what she means.
And you scared her big-time with all that marriage talk.
I mean, you start that with someone who's still married,
-and you're in big trouble. -Yeah? Well, I don't lie, okay?
That's not my style.
If you think I'm gonna talk to you about this,
somebody I don't even know...
It's just the way I felt, so I said it.
No, don't get me wrong. I think what you're doing
is great: honesty, truth,
that whole macho thing.
It's probably why she loves you so much.
That's right.
She does still love you.
Hell, you turned her whole world around.
She was bored, still searching,
and when she found you, it changed her.
She blossomed.
Look, I don't know what you're suggesting.
She's regretting your breakup,
I could tell, and for some reason,
she doesn't know how to reapproach you about it.
So I'm thinking all we've got to do
is get you in a room with her
and things will take care of themselves.
I mean, she won't see me.
Don't worry about that.
All I needed to know is that you're willing.
Leave the able part to me.
MAN: Order up!
Oh, sweetheart.
Mmm!
Oh! Mmm!
Portobello mushrooms are heavenly.
What's the main course?
Please say lobster.
Don't be in such a rush.
Anyway, it's a secret.
And you love secrets.
Sure been involved in enough of them lately.
Mm-hmm. I'm the one person you can't keep a secret from.
Like right now, you're keeping a secret from me.
All right.
You're right as always.
All right, if still loving you is a secret,
then I'm guilty as charged.
It's true, I've never really stopped loving you.
Here's that special champagne you wanted.
-Great. -Shall I open it?
-Uh, no, I got it. -Okay.
Thank you.
-None for me, thanks. -(popping)
What? What are you talking about? You love champagne.
I know, but I'm just not in the mood tonight.
But you go right ahead.
Okay.
I think that you've been working too hard.
May... maybe we can get some extra help around here.
What...? A couple months ago, you were talking about
maybe getting Nick back here, you remember that?
Mmm. And you said, "Over my dead body."
Yeah, but new phase.
Forgive and forget.
If I can forgive you, forgiving Nick ought to be a snap.
I wonder if he's still in Dallas.
(laughs nervously)
Baby, you were right about Nick.
I mean, he's not right for this job.
He knows nothing about running a restaurant.
Eating the food, and drinking the stock--
that's what he knows. (chuckles)
Yeah, yeah, you're right.
Guy like Nick is nothing but trouble.
That's for sure.
-(loud banging) -Ah! Oh, you lunatic!
You almost gave me a heart attack!
I want to know what's going on with you and Taylor.
I don't suppose invoking the Fifth Amendment
-would do me any good. -Here's my theory.
Nod if I'm right, kick my ass out of I'm wrong.
First, you're paying her a house call in the middle of the night.
Then she turns down a bottle of Dom Pérignon.
Dom Pérignon, Michael.
Not to mention the extra pounds that she put on.
So, to me, this could only mean one thing, Michael.
She's pregnant.
-Nod, damn it! Yes or no?! -Yes. Yes.
I'm nodding. Yes. You happy?
And okay, it gets better.
There's a one-in-three chance I'm the father.
And who, pray tell, are the other possibilities?
Kyle's the only other guy I know of,
and the other guy's a mystery man.
Another fine mess you've gotten yourself into
this time, Michael.
What am I gonna do with you?!
I know what you can't do:
abandon me.
You're all I got left, little sister.
Trust me.
There's not a hole deep enough to keep a Mancini buried.
One way or another, we always dig ourselves out.
They don't put as much wine
in the bottle as they used to.
-(Rory chuckles) -Have you noticed that?
Probably some conspiracy.
-Government cover-up or something. -Probably.
-Come here, you. -(Amanda gasps)
Damn. Even better than I imagined.
AMANDA: Mmm-mmm-mmm-mmm! Enough!
You know, a woman invites somebody up for dinner,
it kinda gets a guy's expectations up, you know?
You know, we've known each other long enough
to, uh, get to know each other better, right?
You have all the answers.
That was a question.
Oh. And "no comment" is my answer.
(chuckles)
Shut off the lights.
(soft music plays) * You are the reason *
* My heart beats like it does *
-(door opens) -* You are the air I breathe *
-(door closes) -* The sun shining above *
Did that kiss mean what I think it meant?
I doubt it.
Since it meant "good night."
-(Rory chuckles) -* Yeah, you show me *
-* Time and again * -Oh.
-* What I'm living for * -All right, then.
Uh... good night, Amanda.
* Hold me, just hold me, don't ever let me go *
* You are a miracle, body and soul *
* Tell me, just tell me you'll always be here *
* To let me whisper, "I love you." *
It boils down to this, Coop:
as the president of Sterling-Conway,
I'm not allowing you to move to Philadelphia.
You have a company to run.
Forget that an appointment at a teaching hospital
has been my dream ever since you've known me...
Wait a second.
-Peter put you up to this, didn't he? -No.
Peter did not put me up to this.
I think that you have a responsibility here.
Well, I'll tell you what.
A hundred grand, my half of the company is yours.
Take it or leave it.
I'll take it.
-Good. -And I will strip this company down
to nothing and I will sell it.
You do whatever you want.
Oh, and, uh, by the way,
when I see Peter, I'll be sure to tell him
that you, uh, you gave it the ol' college try.
AMANDA: These are all fine. Sam, run 'em over
to the art department. Billy, you stay here.
I want to give you the new copy to Flash Sporting Goods.
I know it's here somewhere.
It's nice to have you and Sam working together again
-instead of separately. -Mm-hmm.
Ah, here it is. Um, I made a few changes.
I hope you can read the handwriting.
(knocking)
Hey, sorry to barge in, but I'm late already.
Big opportunity for you, if you're interested.
Hey, how you doing? Anyway, Amanda, listen,
I'm meeting this guy about an investment.
He deals in futures.
You know, corn, wheat, pork bellies, that kind of thing.
Anyway, five grand will net you ten, easy,
sometimes overnight.
Now, I'm putting in another five myself.
Want to know if you're interested.
Who do I make the check out to?
To me is fine.
You know I've always heard
there's a lot of risk involved in commodities.
Yeah, if you're an idiot.
There you go.
You won't be disappointed.
Have you lost your mind?
Looks like it, doesn't it?
Don't you have work to do?
Having your girlfriend pimp for you-- really bad form.
I beg your pardon?
No, buddy, you begged her,
and the dutiful girlfriend that she is, she begged me.
In fact, she actually did me a huge favor
and took the company off my hands.
So now I'm completely free to go to Philadelphia,
if or when the appointment comes through.
And never mind leaving me here to fend Michael off alone.
You're actually scared of this guy.
-He's suing the both of us. -Yeah, I know.
And you know my advice, Peter.
Settle.
Give him his job back.
See, I don't care anymore.
I did my little revenge number and it's over.
It's time to move on.
Time to move on to Philadelphia.
Oh, uh, by the way,
good luck.
I mean that.
Michael, you wouldn't believe how great it's going with Kyle.
Oh, he's paying attention to me.
He's being romantic.
And he kissed me.
I'm talking a big smooch.
It was like I was transported back to a better time and place.
Would you leave those magazines alone.
Please? I don't like them in neat stacks.
Messy is more guy.
Fine, Michael, it's just my nesting instinct.
You know, I even alphabetized my spice rack this morning.
God, I love being pregnant.
You know, all those sixth and seventh senses...
my instinct tells me that this has to be Kyle's child.
This coming from a woman
who's batting .120 in the instinct department.
Michael, I was never really pregnant before.
Wait a second, you're right.
I need proof before I can tell Kyle
that this is his child.
You're just now figuring this out?
No more charades.
You know what, I need a paternity test.
Of course Kyle can't know about it.
It's impossible.
I mean, besides tests for you,
I'd need to draw blood from Kyle,
and that's not gonna be easy to do without him knowing it.
Unless you're a vampire.
No.
Michael, anything's possible
if you're determined enough.
Whatever it is you have to say doesn't matter.
I'm halfway to figuring out this whole mystery.
But this is major, Kyle.
Is it more major than having her eating out of my hands?
The other night, I mentioned Nick's name
and she nearly fell out of her chair,
and, no, she wasn't drinking.
And I know why.
What? Why? Why?
She's pregnant, Kyle.
She...
Oh.
-I found out from Michael. -Oh.
Of course she's hoping that it's yours,
but there are other possibilities.
And I guess I'm warning you, because I don't want this
to get in the way of your
"romancing the truth out of Taylor" plan.
Yeah, well, it just did
in a... big way.
And to top it all off,
I'm having dinner with her tonight.
I'm sorry to be the bearer of bad news.
Mmm.
I should get back to setting up the bar.
(sighs)
Man.
(Taylor laughing)
(Taylor sighs)
Too bad Kyle's doesn't have this.
Restaurant and romantic setting.
What? What?
I want you to kiss me again like you did last night.
Like you mean it.
-Kiss you? -Yeah.
-Mm! Ow! -Oh.
You bit me.
Oh, my gosh, I'm so sorry.
Wait, let me get that. Here.
Oh, I guess I got carried away.
(laughs) I'm sorry.
Oh.
There, is that better?
Yeah. Much.
Oh.
I'm sorry.
(laughing)
Us getting together-- so much of that was about Sam being aloof.
And now that Sam's not aloof anymore...
Billy, stop. Don't say another word.
I'm trying to tell you that...
Look, we are so right together.
I feel it every time you look at me,
which is why, right now, you can't look at me.
But that's okay. Don't.
Only when you're ready.
Look, if Sam can blow one way this quickly,
can't she blow back the other way
just as quickly?
Don't shut the door.
At least not all the way.
I don't deserve this.
Probably not.
I've got to get back to work.
I told Sam I was dropping off some proofs.
There was traffic.
Road construction.
The 405 was down to one lane.
It's a miracle you got back at all.
* I want to hold you near me *
I got to go.
* It comes across quite clearly *
* That you're confused. *
Oh, Jeff, you have to go.
Billy's going to be back here any second.
Good, because that's all I need, a second.
Listen, it doesn't make any difference what you say.
I've decided, I'm going to rededicate myself
to my marriage.
Out of guilt and fear.
You're lying to yourself, Sam.
You're running and hiding in a bad marriage.
I mean, sure, in the best of all possible worlds
we'd both be single and there wouldn't be any complications.
And, yeah, I pushed too hard.
But I'm willing to stop that.
I'm willing to do whatever you say,
so long as I'm still in your life.
I need you, Sam,
like I've never needed anyone.
But all the hiding
and the running away and the lying...
Let's just stop it.
It is stopped.
If I run out of here tonight,
I'm gone forever, you understand that?
You can walk as slowly as you want.
I'm not gonna stop you.
In conclusion,
I feel it's your obligation as my attorneys
to make sure that Peter Burns is deposed immediately,
and to push, at all cost, my settlement dem...
-(knocking) -...demands.
(recorder clicks off)
Kyle. What can I do for you?
Let's cut the preamble and get right to the point.
I know that Taylor's pregnant,
and I know you're acting as her doctor.
Look, I'm obliged not to discuss my patient's condition
with anyone else but her.
Well, no offense, buddy,
but I don't think you're in a position to do squat.
I know you're in financial trouble,
'cause there's not a hospital around that would work with you.
And I heard about your little lawsuit with Peter,
the only person who will work with you.
Are we here to play "Dr. Mancini, this is your life,"
or is there something I can do for you, Kyle?
I need a paternity test,
right away, and I want the test results
before anybody else, including Taylor.
So there's, uh, there's some question
you're not the father?
I will pay you $2,000 for the test,
and your silence.
You do need cash, am I right?
Yeah, but I'll take a check.
Already filled out.
But first, I want you to tell me
how the hell we're gonna do this without Taylor finding out.
You need samples from her, right?
Some blood from me?
Already got it.
She dropped this off after your date.
Now, uh, I'll take that check, if it's all right.
Yeah.
Thank you.
I get the test results first,
or you are not gonna live long enough to spend this money.
(door opens and closes)
(siren wails)
Oh, there you are.
I called all night.
I spent the night in the on-call room.
You spoke to Coop, didn't you?
Did you buy him his plane ticket, too?
I mean, you might as well have.
He left last night on the red-eye
for his last interview, which means he's as good as gone.
Do you know what I think?
I think you're just not happy unless there's
some sort of conflict.
I mean, you always have to complain about something.
And you can't accept the fact that I just may not be perfect.
What, have you been taking lessons
from Amanda or something?
You know, she used to have the same issue.
Yeah, either that, or you are the one with the issue.
Heal thyself, Doctor.
Hi. Thanks for waiting.
Oh. Oh, my God, you're freezing.
You remember Dr. Larner.
Yes, good to see you, Doctor.
Yes, well, my whole day
just brightened considerably.
Um, if it's possible, I think you actually brought
some of that California sun with you.
You're too kind.
Now, um, tell me how my man here did?
You should be very pleased.
He was intelligent, affable, everything we're looking for.
Oh, yes, and I almost forgot,
I'm giving a little party tonight
in honor of the nominees.
My place, the Tudor house, just off University Place.
101 is the address.
You'll both be there, I hope.
We wouldn't miss it.
Good. I promise a very stimulating evening.
COOP: Thank you for everything, Doctor.
My pleasure.
(bell tolls)
-This is so exciting! -This is...
My entire life, I've never wanted anything as badly.
Oh, I swear,
I'll do whatever I can to get it.
You know what? And I'll do everything I can to help.
You look so handsome.
-I feel handsome. -Yeah.
-So? -It didn't work.
I pulled out all the stops, said everything you said to say.
Nothing about marriage, no pressure,
just my sincere feelings.
It couldn't have gone that badly.
I'm thinking to hell with it.
I mean, you just can't keep
beating your head against the wall.
Yeah, unless the wall's already starting to crumble.
Or if you love her.
Look, it's a slow night.
The boss is out who knows where.
Let me buy you dinner downstairs.
Together we will come up with some kind of plan B.
Come on, there's always a plan B, right?
Yeah.
(knocking)
Rory?
So, what's that? That's your second? Third?
Fourth, actually.
Vodka.
There's nothing better for wallowing.
You know, um,
I'm waiting for my date.
He should be here any second.
Amanda, I don't like this.
The dating or the drinking?
The whole picture.
Well, if you think this has anything to do with you,
or our problems, you're wrong.
I don't miss you. I don't care if you miss me.
We're bad for each other.
I mean, when we're together, people die.
Come on, Amanda, stop this.
It's crazy.
I've been working on this, and I'm on to something.
You mean on top of something.
As in Taylor.
But she's probably the one on top of you.
Or do you guys take turns?
Damn it, you've got this all wrong.
No, you're lonely.
You're just putting a little grout between the tile.
Don't worry, I'm doing the same thing.
Oh, here he is now.
RORY: Good news, baby. Our ship just came in.
100% return on your money.
(laughs): Look at that.
An investment that finally paid off.
You know, I once invested in this jazz club.
Right down the tubes.
Big mistake.
You can say what you want, you can do what you want.
It's not going to stop me
-from finding out the truth. -What truth?
The one fact that you can't get through your thick head?
And what's that?
Wait. That you and I are bad together?
That I don't love you anymore.
You're not even a good memory.
Come on, Rory, let's you and I celebrate.
I can't wait to totally pig out.
(Jennifer laughing)
What are they doing together?
Do they even know each other?
I don't know, it's bizarre.
Maybe we should go over, don't you think?
I mean, Jeff was my campaign.
Yeah, let's see what's going on.
Billy. Sam. It's been a long time.
How are you guys doing?
Mm-hmm.
Jen, I didn't know that you knew Jeff.
Oh, just met, tonight, actually, upstairs.
And Jeff offered to buy me dinner.
Isn't that nice?
Yeah, it's nice.
Guess it's that small world thing.
Don't let us interrupt. You guys have a great dinner.
Sam, I think our table's over here.
Did you know they were going to be here?
No, I had no idea.
But let's use it, why don't we.
I mean, what better plan B than to make Sam jealous.
(laughing)
Just ignore them. All right?
We'll just pretend they're strangers.
You're absolutely right.
What do we care whether Jennifer and Jeff start something up?
Quick trip to the ladies' room. I'll be right back.
So how are we doing?
I'll let you know when I get back.
(sighs)
You want to explain this?
You're dating Jeff Baylor,
the man that you know I'm having an affair with.
You said it was over with Jeff.
That makes him fair game.
And besides, if you're really trying
to make your marriage work with Billy,
isn't it easier if Jeff is also occupied?
It's just a little weird, okay?
-So are you telling me to stop? -No.
I'm questioning your motives.
Oh, boy, Sam, you've been doing a lot of that lately.
My motives toward Billy and my motives toward Jeff.
Oh, you are trying to land Jeff.
I'm gonna ignore that ridiculous fish metaphor and ask:
Why? Are you jealous?
No.
I say yes.
I also say that you're not as over Jeff as you think.
I'm sorry, Sam, you can't have both of them.
Hoarding all the men for yourself, just is selfish.
You better stop it
and you better stop it right now,
'cause you are messing with me, and I don't like it.
Well, I don't like being manhandled,
especially not by a woman.
So if you'll excuse me, I'm going back to dinner.
Oh, you mean leftovers?
Don't you ever,
ever talk to me that way again.
(door opens)
(door closes)
MAN (over P.A.): ...please call the chief pharmacist, 3562.
Hey.
Hey, I think you probably know why I'm here.
Your timing couldn't be better.
I'm heading to the lab this very second.
Gail, do you have those sample "A" paternity test results?
Yes, Doctor, here you go. Sample "A."
Thank you.
So...
Well?
Well, you're not the father, Kyle.
-You're off the hook. -Yes.
Now, uh, what do you want me to tell Taylor
when she asks for these?
The truth, of course.
I'll give you ten to one odds,
she's gonna lie and say I'm the father anyway.
Oh, and that's when you'll lower the boom.
No, no, I'm gonna lower the boom when she spills everything
she knows about Nick and Christine.
-Uh, Christine and Nick? -Never mind.
Mm-hmm. Now what's this for? You already paid me.
Double your fee to ensure your silence.
See you, Mike.
Uh, Kyle,
there is still the question of who the real father is.
As long as it's not me, I could care less.
Nurse I'll take a look at sample "B" now, please.
Sure. I have it right here.
Okay.
Are you all right, Doctor?
Uh, I'm fine,
for a guy who just knocked up a lunatic.
(elevator bell dings)
Michael. Michael.
Do you have the results?
Oh, please God, please tell me
that Kyle is the father of my child.
Um, sorry, no, Kyle's not the father.
Oh, damn.
Oh, double damn!
Well, wait...
are you the father?
Oh, no, no, no, I'm not the father either, Taylor.
Oh, God, then that just leaves Nick.
Oh, God, Michael,
I'm carrying the demon seed.
Oh, God!
(sobs): Oh, God!
God help us all.
Hey, beautiful,
where are you going?
You were amazing last night.
First class all the way.
-I'll be right back. -Okay.
(door opens)
(sighs)
(gasping sobs)
(sniffs)
(gasping sobs)
Well, that should be no problem.
That's fine. Mm-hmm.
Hey, you got a second?
You're suing me, Michael.
We shouldn't even be seen in the same hospital,
much less talking together.
Well, I had to sue you. You left me no choice.
Anything that happened to you, you did yourself.
Every action has a root.
Every chain reaction has a catalyst.
Save the pontificating for the courtroom.
All I'm saying is this could all be avoided
if you'd just hire me back, okay?
Look, I'm extending my hand to you.
Oh, a hand, really?
Well, it looked more like a subpoena to me.
Look, are you all right, Peter? 'Cause you're all red.
Have you had your blood pressure checked lately?
There's nothing wrong with me, Michael.
You're the problem. You have always been the problem here.
I've been stuck with you.
You're like a malignant tumor.
You cut it, you burn it, but it keeps coming back.
Peter, will you be quiet. People are watching.
No, Mike, no, no, you are not going to destroy me.
-While I have my sanity back, -Help.
I am gonna fight you and I'm gonna fight you
-and I'm gonna keep fighting you! -Help me!
Do you hear me, Michael? I'm never quitting!
-Do you hear? Never. -No, Doctor, that's enough. -God.
You're a bona fide nutcase, you know that? Sheez!
Uh, look, Peter, I have an opening this afternoon.
Maybe you should come see me.
What do you think, I'm having a nervous breakdown or something?
As a matter of fact, I do.
I'll see you later.
WOMAN (over P.A.): Dr. Aames to ICU.
Dr. Aames to ICU.
(Coop speaks indistinctly)
I'll be right with you.
Do you like it here?
Oh, very much.
Your wife has wonderful taste.
She's out of town, you know.
Yes, somebody mentioned that.
(both laugh)
I have a confession to make, Megan.
I find you very attractive.
Ethereal, yet grounded.
I'm sorry. I'm embarrassing you.
No, no. I'm just not sure how appropriate this is.
It's not appropriate at all.
Which is what makes it so exciting, don't you think?
I'd like you to come and see me
after everyone's gone.
You can make up some excuse to Coop.
You know, Doctor, you really should watch those hot toddies.
No, you will be here, Megan,
if you want Coop to get this appointment.
Anyway, with your past, I can't believe this is that big a deal.
What do you mean, my past?
Well, the fact that you were a prostitute, of course.
I'll see you tonight.
Well, what do you expect?
Huh? I mean, consider my situation.
I'm being sued by one partner, deserted by the other.
I'm living with a beautiful girl right now
who, in front of my very eyes, is turning into my ex-wife,
who, by the way, no matter how hard I try,
I still have feelings for.
Oh, did I mention the doctor that's deserting me--
his ex-wife is my girlfriend.
Let me guess--
take two Valiums and call you in the morning.
VISCONTI: Too easy, Peter.
It sounds as though what you need is some time away.
A trip out of town to clear your head.
Mmm.
Maybe a little golf trip up to Pebble Beach with the boys, huh?
A little drinking, a little gambling.
That's not at all what I'm saying.
Well, that's how I relax.
It sounds more like a recipe for avoidance.
Hey, you're the shrink.
A shrink who, coincidentally, has a cabin in the woods.
It's up in the Sierras.
No phone, no TV, no golf.
Just a place to think and meditate.
Maybe a couple of days there,
you could straighten out your problems.
-What if it doesn't work? -Well...
there's always electroshock therapy.
(chuckles)
BILLY: Thanks for meeting me.
JENNIFER: I gotta say, I was surprised
that you wanted to see me.
I've been trying to make it work with Sam,
you know, but it's... it's been weird.
One second she's like all over me,
you know, madly in love, and... and the next second,
she's distant and secretive.
Just, it seems like whatever she's doing...
it's not sincere. You know?
You're doing the exact same thing.
Blowing hot and cold.
So I know exactly what you're talking about.
No, you don't.
You have no idea.
I thought we were going to cool it.
Oh, forget about that. I was only kidding.
(laughing)
No... Don't you know that...
that all my thoughts and feelings...
it's all about you.
You're the only person I can trust.
I don't want to get hurt.
I don't want you to get hurt, either.
That's the last thing I want.
Don't ask me what we're going to do, 'cause I have no idea.
JENNIFER: I do.
We're just going to hold on for dear life.
And never let go.
(doorbell chimes)
Hello, Megan. Come in, please.
Can I take your coat?
No, I... No, thank you.
I just came by to, uh, correct a misconception.
-Really? -Mmm.
Well, why don't I pour us both a sherry,
and we'll get things tidied up between us.
I had to sneak out on Coop tonight, so...
Look, I know you're under the impression I'm a prostitute.
And I don't know where you came up with the idea, but...
Megan.
Cut the performance.
I know every little thing about you.
And believe me, if you feel it's necessary,
I can provide police records, names of your clients.
Why are you doing this?
I have needs, Megan.
Just like you.
You need to see your boyfriend get this job.
Come on, you shouldn't be ashamed of what you are.
History and literature are replete with beautiful women
like yourself, sacrificing themselves
for the sake of the men they love.
It's really rather romantic, when you think about it.
(sighs)
Now why don't you take off this coat
and we'll discuss it further.
I'm really a very gentle lover.
(vehicle approaches)
(car horn honks)
Ah, damn it!
It's my wife.
She wasn't due home until tomorrow.
So, um...
You're going to have to go out the back.
You know what, I think I might stay.
-You know, she might enjoy... -No. Out. Now.
Let's get one thing straight, Megan.
If you want your significant other
to have any chance at this position,
you will do what I tell you.
So, we'll chat tomorrow.
Now bundle up-- you don't want to catch cold.
(thunder rumbling)
Sorry I've just been prattling on and on this evening.
I guess I'm a little nervous.
You see...
I've got something kind of important to tell you.
-You do? -Mm-hmm.
I'm pregnant.
For real.
You... Any idea who the father is?
You are, Kyle.
And there's no question this time.
I made sure before I told you.
Little bite the other day?
Well, I needed your blood for a paternity test.
I hope you're not angry.
To be honest?
I've never felt closer to you in all the years of our marriage
than I do right now.
I mean, Taylor,
your honesty, your ability to just...
push the past aside and come clean.
If nothing else,
it proves that you and I
can tell each other absolutely anything.
So you're... you're happy about the baby?
I'm thrilled. I am thrilled. Come here.
TAYLOR: Oh.
I'm going to make you a promise.
When my divorce with Amanda comes through,
you and I are going to be a family.
And I mean we're going to be a real family-- mother, father,
and their child.
I love you, baby.
I love you, too.
-(thunder crashing) -Mmm.
Thunder. It's a bad omen.
You know, I should get going before this gets through.
Did you mean what you said?
I mean... the love part?
With all my heart.
(door opens and closes)
AMANDA: Expedite any accounts receivable
on the Jeff Baylor campaign.
Let's see what we can collect
before we have to close that account.
And I need coffee and aspirin.
Yes, ma'am, right away.
What is it, Sam?
What happened with Jeff?
Well, I thought you of all people would've heard.
The doctors say his knee is mush.
His career is officially over.
Oh, my God. Oh, poor Jeff.
Well, if he's smart,
he'll try and cash in on his ten minutes of fame
before he becomes a bubble gum card trivia question.
You don't understand.
This is gonna kill him. He just, he...
Let me guess. Your little fling
with Jeff Baylor turned into true love?
No. We just became good friends, that's all.
I'm sorry. I'm fine, I just, I'm just, it's a shock.
I'm gonna go back to work.
Sam, a little advice.
Stick with Billy.
There's nothing worse than a washed-up jock.
COOP: You know, I'm starting to realize
that these university get-togethers,
they rank your schmoozing skills
right on par with your surgical know-how.
Yeah.
Hey, you okay? Been kinda quiet all morning.
I'm just nervous for you.
Uh, why don't they just give you this job
and be done with it, huh?
Don't worry.
Larner over there is my biggest supporter.
If I can stay in his good graces,
everything's gonna be fine.
-Megan. Coop. -George.
Good morning.
Now, Coop, I hate to be all business,
but Dr. Miller could use a little more of your charm.
And smile, for God's sake; this isn't a funeral.
I'll be back.
And the same goes for you, Megan.
You're looking way too serious at the moment.
Well, this is very serious, okay? So just stay away from me.
How I wish I could,
but I'm trapped in your spell.
-Ah. -Now, the arrangements.
There's a place called the Silver Inn Motel,
right by the airport.
MAN: Good to see you, Dr. Larner.
Ah, Mike, glad you could make it.
Meet me in room 23, 8:00 tomorrow night.
Coop will be at the faculty meeting,
so you'll be able to slip away.
And this time, we won't be interrupted.
-That's a promise. -Listen to me...
Well, I sure buttered him up.
Excellent, Doctor. Excellent.
That's just the way it's done.
Now, don't be late for the faculty meeting tomorrow night.
They're expecting wonderful things from you.
Great.
-Hey. -Hey.
I'm the king of butter.
(phones ringing, people talking indistinctly)
(knocking on door)
Hey, doll face. Just thought I'd come by and buy you lunch.
Don't call me that, and I'm working right through today.
So, bye for now.
What, no hug?
I'll meet you at the Jazz Club tonight.
Ah, see now, you shouldn't leave your computer on
when there's snoops around, doll face.
Let's see what we have here.
(computer beeps)
Real estate holdings.
(computer beeps)
Mutual funds.
(computer beeps)
Cash on hand.
(whistles softly)
Well, well, well.
This must be my lucky day.
Beautiful, and rich, too?
Gotta love that.
It's more about finding a way to get the investment community
aware of Sterling-Conway and what we represent.
Well, it all depends on our approach, you know.
Exactly. What we need to do
is focus on what Sterling-Conway...
Lexi, I need to talk to you, please.
JULIE: Amanda, I'm sorry. I tried to stop him.
It's okay, Julie.
We're right in the middle of a meeting.
You better have a good excuse for barging in here like this.
I just need to know where I can reach Peter.
It's very important.
They said at your office you'd be here, and I couldn't wait.
You know, Michael, you are the last person in the world
that Peter would want to see right now.
-I think you should leave. -Lexi, please.
This is something good for him. He's going to want to hear this.
Well, he can't be reached.
He's up in the mountains trying to get away
from everything that is screwed up in his life,
which, by the way, is mostly you, big guy.
If you don't get out, I'm calling security.
No, no, no, please. Look, I've already dropped the lawsuit
against him. I need to talk to him about that.
Lexi, I've had a change of heart.
Come on, what mountains? Where?
All right. All right.
He's up in some doctor's cabin in the Sierras, near Bishop.
Uh, Dr. Visconti's?
Yes, that's it. But there's no phone.
So you'll have to talk to him in a few days when he gets back.
No, no, no. I have to see him before that,
before he makes up his mind. Um...
-(pager beeps) -Oh.
-May I? -No!
Out. Out.
Okay, okay. I owe you big-time, Lexi.
All right. Um, where were we?
Oh, that's right-- the comparisons.
Let's see. I think they're here somewhere.
You know what? I must have left them on my desk.
-I'll be right back. -Mm-hmm.
It's too soon for the baby to be causing you backaches, Taylor.
Try a heating pad.
And-and please stop abusing my beeper number.
Save it for emergencies, okay?
-Taylor's pregnant? -Huh?
Oh, she... uh, she is?
Um... yeah, she...
-I guess she is. -And the father is?
Um, Kyle.
I thought he would have mentioned it to you by now.
Listen, I'll get out of your hair.
Bye.
(knocking on door)
So I guess you heard.
You doing okay?
Oh, I've had better weeks, but I'll survive.
Ah, your trophies and your memories.
I don't understand.
Just had to get them out of my sight, you know.
Oh, God. So what now?
-What are you going to do? -I don't know, all right?
How do you decide something like that in five seconds?
I'm sorry.
I... I-I just... I feel so bad.
Look, I've been doing some coaching--
Little League.
Maybe I'll coach permanent.
High school, college.
-I really don't know. -That sounds good.
Good? I was a major-league player.
I'd made it to the Show. I was there, and now it's gone.
There's no World Series, no Cooperstown.
-I mean, it's over! -(banging, clattering)
Uh, I'll just go.
Look, I'm... I'm sorry.
It's just... I was always the comeback kid, you know,
and it's... now I can't.
(sighs)
It's just hard letting go.
Yeah.
Letting go.
I'm pretty lousy at that myself.
(sighs)
I need you, Sam.
I need you so much.
AMANDA: Well, hello there.
I understand congratulations are in order.
Look, Amanda, I don't know what you've heard, but...
Kyle here is going to be a daddy.
Isn't that great?
Oh, hey, Pop. Congrats.
Listen to me. I don't know if you've heard
-what happened. -I'm well aware of how it happens.
Oh, and here comes the little mother now.
Taylor, you are positively glowing.
Amanda. Hello.
AMANDA: I'm sure you'll be wonderful parents.
You're both such positive role models.
And don't worry.
I'll keep my distance from both of you.
After all, being around me
doesn't seem to be healthy to your loved ones.
-Amanda, don't do this. -Don't worry.
You don't have to put up with it anymore.
Come on. I want to dance.
Well, I see she's finally found
someone of her own class to sleep with.
Let's get back to work.
* Quite a bit *
* Take 'em when I'm tuckered *
* Or when I'm just fit *
* To be tied *
* There's no way *
* To get stuck with the mood *
* Take a hot bath in the nude *
* Yeah, I take hot baths *
* Morning, noon and night *
* My mother thinks I'm crazy *
* Well, maybe she's right... *
So now, all of a sudden, Sam is putting on
this full-court press to make things work between us.
I never thought I'd feel this way, but...
What?
I don't feel anything for her anymore.
You know, it was so much easier before
when she was being all distant.
Now she's so clingy that...
(sighs)
I can't think about anything except for you.
Oh.
I know. I feel the exact same way.
But I'm not sorry, Billy.
And I know that this is so painful for you, but...
those are the most wonderful words I've heard in years.
* Yeah, I dig hot baths *
* Especially in pairs *
* This proves a great icebreaker if nobody... *
Get us a table. I'll be right back.
Sure thing, baby.
(music continues, muffled)
(kissing)
Oh!
My, my. Idle hands do wander.
Didn't your parents ever teach you to knock?
Oh, they were too busy cheating on each other.
And while we're on that subject,
next time you use Kyle's office to grope,
you should probably lock the door.
Look, Amanda.
We'd appreciate it if you would keep this to yourself.
Oh, you think I'd say something to your little wife?
No.
Besides, something tells me that she doesn't give a damn
what you're doing, or with whom.
What are you talking about?
Oh, you have so much to learn, Billy boy.
Bartender, when you're through servicing Mr. Campbell,
Rory and I could use a round of drinks.
* For chasin' the blues *
* Oh-oh-oh. *
(scatting)
(fishing reel cranking)
(melodic whistling)
(rustling)
What the...?
-How...? -Hey, man. You could have put an eye out.
-What are you doing here?! -Hi, bud.
I thought I'd surprise you.
Have I got some good news for you.
Oh, no. This isn't happening.
No, no, no, let me get that for you.
You're some kind of a hallucination or something.
No, no, no. Here, let me get that for you.
I tracked you down.
You see, Dr. Visconti had a bunch of us
up here a couple of years ago.
And, uh, well, I figured you'd be up
by the cabin or... or down here fishing.
Now, before you get all uptight, you should know
that I've come to share a peace pipe,
offer an olive branch to an old pal.
I don't want to smoke your pipe,
and I don't want to hold your branch,
and I'm definitely not your pal.
Oh, come on, Peter.
At least give me points for trying.
Let me show you.
I brought a bunch of stuff for our camping trip.
You know, guy stuff.
Beef jerky, a flask of booze,
-dirty magazines. -This is not our camping trip, Michael.
This is my camping trip.
Now, would you scram
before some hunter mistakes you for a wild pig?
All right, you're forcing my hand.
I'm officially dropping the lawsuit.
That's right.
No conditions.
All I ask is you consider
bringing me back into the practice.
Excuse me, but that sounds like a condition to me.
And you're also littering national forest land.
Hey, didn't you hear me? I just dropped the lawsuit.
Now, go away!
That's it? "Go away"?
You're supposed to at least consider taking me back.
Peter!
You know what this can do to your Karma?
Peter!
Come here, you...
-Morning. -Hey.
Hey, is everything all right?
Yeah. I guess.
Oh, about last night-- I'm starting to get worried.
You know Amanda. She's going to have to say something.
No. She was drunk. She'll keep quiet.
She's not going to want to upset the balance at work.
There's something else wrong.
I can tell.
Well, it's the stuff she said about Sam, you know.
Like she knew she was having an affair or something.
Billy, like you said, Amanda was pickled.
-She probably just wanted to rattle you. -I don't know.
Sam's been acting so weird lately.
Disappearing.
When she shows up, she's got these flimsy excuses.
It's like... it's like she's acting like...
Like you?
So do you two talk?
I mean, did-did she ever give you any indication?
We used to talk a lot, but not as much anymore.
I think she's probably preoccupied with work.
So let me ask you something-- when you went out to dinner
with Jeff Baylor, did he mention anything
about his love life, anybody he might be seeing?
No.
Billy, you-you don't think Samantha
and-and Jeff Baylor are...
That is so crazy.
(chuckles softly) I don't know what to think.
She's always been fascinated by the guy.
Well, now that you mention it, there... (chuckles)
was a thing there.
-What? -But, God, Billy, I don't believe
that Sam would hurt you.
You're too perfect.
Now, whatever is going on,
I want you to know that you can count on me.
I'm not going anywhere.
(car door closes)
(engine starts)
Nora?
-I'm home. -NORA: In here, darling.
Hello, George.
You know Megan, don't you?
Dr. Cooper's friend?
-Yes. Yes, I do. -Hello, Doctor.
Megan dropped by to talk about
life behind the scenes here at Hutchins.
We had the most delightful afternoon.
Did the committee make its decision?
Nora, I really can't discuss that in front of your guest.
MEGAN: Oh, that's all right.
I really should get going.
Um, thank you so much, Nora, for such a lovely time.
And you, Dr. Larner, I, uh...
I don't know what to say, except thank you for everything.
Well, it's a pleasure.
-I'll walk you out. -NORA: Bye, dear.
Don't be a stranger.
Thank you.
So what did you tell her?
Nothing you need to worry about, Doctor.
Just introducing myself to the wives,
off the committee's advice.
That advice was for the spouses...
-Not hookers. -No... Megan.
I think you're making too much out of this.
I really think we could enjoy each other immensely.
Oh, I doubt it.
I've known a lot of sick men in my life,
and you have got to be the sickest.
Look, know this-- you push me, I push back hard.
Hard enough to get you knocked out of your little university.
Now, your wife seems to think
that Coop has this all wrapped up.
And you know what? I would hate to see him not get this job.
Because, then, Nora may find out the truth
about her husband's filthy little mind.
I hope I've made myself clear.
You know, the-the cabin's supposed to be
only 20 minutes from the creek.
Yeah, that's what you've been saying
for the last three hours, Tonto.
You know, this is just great, Michael.
I mean, you come here, and you ruin
the only peace and quiet I've had in years, huh?
And then you get me lost in the middle of the woods,
at night with only a granola bar
between me and a slow death by exposure.
Thank you very much.
You've got a granola bar?
Shh, shh, shh, shh, shh. Listen.
(water lapping)
-That's the creek. -Yeah.
Uh-oh.
(loon calling)
We've been going in circles.
That means the cabin's only 20 minutes away.
Which way?
(coyote howling)
Um... it's okay. That's okay.
It's just a coyote.
They're like, uh, small scaredy-cat dogs.
You know, they're afraid of their own shadows.
(many coyotes howling)
That's why he's traveling with that gang.
Oh, look, Peter, why-why don't we start a fire
-or something, huh? Make camp? -Yeah.
-'Cause, see, it's getting colder. -Yeah.
Maybe you're right. I'll get some wood.
(bird hooting)
Hey, hey, you know what?
Maybe we should use these lawsuit papers
to start the fire.
You know, symbolic of our rekindled friendship.
What makes you think that I would ever be friends
with you again, Michael, huh?
I mean, look at what you have done to me.
You've stolen my chief of staff job, twice.
You've drugged me, you've cheated me, you've betrayed me.
You almost had me committed to an institution
because of rage epilepsy attacks that you created.
I mean, how much do you think a guy can take?
Okay, so I've made a few mistakes.
But I'm turning over a new leaf.
I swear to God, I'm going to prove it to you.
Okay?
You know, I'm going to convince you of that. You'll see.
Here, have some of this.
It will warm you up.
Oh.
(bird hooting)
(Michael grunts)
(Michael sighs)
Well, at least things can't get much worse.
Yeah.
(thunder rumbling)
(rain falling)
(thunder crashing)
Oh.
(rain pouring)
Take it. Just take it.
(thunder crashing)
Look what you've done, you sadist!
(both groaning)
Give me that!
(birds chirping and squawking)
MICHAEL: Oh.
MICHAEL (moaning): Megan.
(moaning)
Hey, hey, hey, hey!
-Hey, what are you doing? -What?
-Wake up. -What? Oh.
-Huh? -Oh, man, what a night.
Oh.
-I'm starving. -(Michael groans)
What'd you do with that beef jerky
you said that you brought?
I ate it yesterday.
Well, I didn't notice you offer me any.
I didn't think it was a critical item.
You hadn't gotten us lost yet.
I didn't get us lost, Michael.
You got us lost by coming here.
You know, I was doing just fine by myself, huh.
I was trying to get a... get away from people like you,
have a moment of peace to myself.
Oh, we're in a lovely mood, aren't we?
Better be careful, Michael.
I think I feel one of my rage epilepsy attacks coming on.
My suggestion is you just stay clear of me. Whoa!
(grunting)
(grunts)
-(Peter groaning) -Whoa, whoa.
-(Peter groans and sighs)
My knee. I think I popped a ligament in my knee.
Oh, we'll get you comfortable,
and we'll take a look at that knee.
(groaning) Oh, this is just a bad dream.
What would you have done
if you would've hurt yourself like this,
and you'd been all alone, huh?
You're just lucky I'm here.
(groans)
This is an incredibly painful bad dream.
(groaning)
AMANDA: Sorry I'm late, but I had
an interesting idea for this campaign land
-right in my lap. -Oh, really?
Why don't we present the idea we discussed first?
Sam has put together some knockout artwork,
and Lexi might...
AMANDA: Lexi and I have a mutual friend who has
come up with a fresh new approach.
-(two beeps) -Send in Rory.
WOMAN: Yes, Ms. Woodward.
Rory? You've got to be kidding me.
AMANDA: No, not at all.
He may be working on pure instinct,
but he's got solid boardroom sense.
It's more like bedroom sense.
(door opens)
At ease, troops.
Well, let's get right down to it, shall we?
Statistically, most investors are, uh--
well, there's no politically correct term for this-- men.
Now the question is, how do we get them
to put their money into Sterling-Conway?
And the answer is, we show them Lexi's...
most appealing assets.
Oh, so you're talking about sex appeal now.
Lexi is everything that a man looks for in a woman--
rich, sexy, smart, sexy.
Okay, now imagine her draped over a boardroom table,
smiling seductively,
above a logo that reads simply,
"A Sterling Investment."
What investor wouldn't want to put himself in her hands?
(laughs): Oh.
Excuse me. That is the most sexist, inane...
AMANDA: Sam,
don't start.
BILLY: Come on, this is stupid, and it's insulting.
Lexi, you want to be taken seriously?
AMANDA: I don't like this attitude from either of you.
No, wait, just hold it.
Sam is right.
That is crass as hell.
And I am not going to stoop to some cheesecake
pictures of me to market a company
that is already well-established, huh?
But...
Daddy always said that I could sell ice to an Eskimo.
Rory, you are a sexist pig,
but I actually like your idea.
Perhaps we can come up with a classier version?
AMANDA: Great.
Sam and Billy, get your butts in gear
and start working up a new campaign.
And, Lexi, I hope
you'll let us take you to lunch,
and we can discuss some targets
for print ads.
(birds singing)
(Megan sighs)
WOMAN: And the upstairs and the kitchen are furnished.
Well?
Absolutely. Let's go for it.
-Wonderful. -Mm-hmm.
12-month lease, option to buy.
Would you like to wait here while I go work up the contract?
We'd love to. Thanks.
Be back within an hour.
(Megan sighs)
What is it? Something wrong?
No, I think it's perfect for you.
I mean, um, for us.
Yeah, it is, uh, almost.
(Megan sighs)
I love you, Megan.
And I need to be with you always.
(Megan sighs)
Will you marry me?
(laughs)
Yes. (laughs)
(Coop sighs)
I love you.
(applause)
JEFF: Heads up.
Oh, yeah, that's it. That's it.
Good job, good job. All right, all right.
Let's go, guys. That's the way.
Good job. You got 'em now. You got 'em now, guys.
Heads up, now. Come on, let's go.
Play's at home.
All right, Ronnie, think Koufax.
One more. Let's go.
Let's go, Ronnie. Come on.
Strike three!
All right, yeah! Hey, come on in. Let's go, let's go.
All right. Good job, guys. Hey, all right. Good job.
Good job, good job.
All right, good job. All right. Good job.
Nice going, Coach.
Oh, Billy, what's going on?
Hey! Whoa.
-SAMANTHA: Billy! -(kids exclaiming)
You sleeping with my wife?
All right, look, this isn't the place.
Answer the question!
Yeah, I am, and I love her, okay?
And there's nothing you can do about...
-Oh! -Billy, stop it.
-(Samantha grunts) -Sam!
-Somebody call an ambulance. -WOMAN: I'll call...
Get out of here! Are you okay?
-You okay? -She okay?
-Sam? -MAN: I'll get a blanket.
(Samantha groans softly)
(panting)
(groans softly)
(crickets chirping, owl hooting)
MICHAEL: Ooh! Oh, you're not light.
PETER: You get a point for ingenuity.
Okay, let's see if you're still alive after a few miles.
MICHAEL: Well, if I am,
you have to promise
to at least give me a chance to be a partner again.
Michael, I am in pain and at your mercy. Don't start.
MICHAEL: Hey,
who else would drag your butt through miles of wilderness
just to prove his worth, huh?
Well, who else would've
gotten me into this in the first place?
Well, just think about it is all
I'm asking.
I mean, Coop's flown the coop, right?
So you're all by yourself.
I mean, do you really want to go through that
getting-to-know-you routine
with some new geekoid physician?
I mean, when I'm standing right here
willing and able to step in
and take a load off your shoulders?
PETER: All right.
All right, Michael, if you can survive
dragging me through the woods,
I promise, I'll consider it.
I'll consider it.
(insects chirring)
Of course...
Of course, uh,
tonight is the make-or-break night.
I mean, we got no map and no food,
and it's getting colder.
Ooh, I'm going to have to dig down really deep
to get through this one.
Listen, Michael, if you need to leave me
behind, I understand.
Oh, no, no, no, no way, pal.
We're going to get through this together,
no matter how bleak things look.
Just, uh... just promise me this.
The minute I can stick
a big juicy, hot hamburger in one of your hands and a
cold brewski in the other,
well, then you'll give me another shot.
Oh, if you could do that, I'd kiss you full on the lips,
and I'd cover our office rent for a year.
MICHAEL: Yeah?
Well, then pucker up, big boy.
You just got your old partner back.
(distant siren wails)
What the hell is taking so long?
Why don't you take it somewhere else, all right?
Look, I have every right to be here.
Shut up. I don't want to hear your self-righteous crap.
Hey, I care about her, okay?
And this isn't something we set out to do.
It just happened.
I'm just as concerned as you are.
You're the reason she's in the hospital in the first place.
Everything was fine
till you oozed your way into her life.
Hey, Doc. How's my wife?
Is she okay?
I think you better let her tell you that herself.
I'm-I'm fine. Right?
DOCTOR: She has a mild concussion.
A few days rest should take care of that, though.
At the moment, all she needs is for someone to drive her home.
Jeff... I have to go home with my husband.
-George. -Yes?
Listen, I-I can't express to you how grateful I am
to you for all of your support.
Well, I'm confident you'll return the favor someday.
-Anytime. -And where is Mrs. Cooper?
Ooh, you're still not quite married.
No, no, not quite.
But, uh, Megan's just down the street tonight.
She's moving some of our things
into the house that we've leased.
Yeah, the old Chaney house. I heard.
-That place has quite a history. -Really?
And I'm sure Megan will do a lot to warm it up.
Especially with her history.
-Excuse me? -Congratulations, Dr. Cooper.
I hope you'll stop by
one of my lectures next week so I can introduce you to my class.
Yeah, yeah, I'd be honored.
The medical students at this level could benefit
from your viewpoint of patient care versus research careers.
Terrific.
(knocking on door)
I've been waiting for you, Doctor.
-(Megan gasps) -Ah, sweeter words never were spoken.
What are you doing here?
-I think you know. -(Megan sputters)
Leave me alone or I'll scream so loud
the whole party can hear me.
I don't think you'll do that. Even though the board
has okayed Coop's position,
I can still make life miserable for the both of you.
Leave me alone! I'm gonna scream!
-Do it some more. -Don't!
(screams) Stop it!
Get off of her, you son of a bitch!
Oh! Oh, my God!
Stop it, stop it!
Come on. It's okay.
You're gonna be sorry for that, Cooper.
You're gonna be... You and you're little whore!
Get out of here!
Let me see. Did he hurt you?
Did he hurt you?
(Megan gasping)
I gotta get to work.
I just wanted to make sure you're okay before I left.
Thanks. I have a pretty bad headache,
but that doctor said to expect that.
Do you think we could talk?
Like I said last night, I-I'm gonna need some time.
I got an early meeting.
I never meant to hurt you.
I swear.
Good for you.
You can call my secretary if you need anything.
(sighs)
Hey, I heard what happened at the baseball game yesterday.
Is Sam okay?
Why don't you go ask her yourself?
I'm sure she could use the company.
It's true, isn't it?
I can see it in your eyes.
Sam is having an affair with Jeff Baylor.
Why don't you go spread that
around the whole courtyard, all right?
And then everybody will know what a heap my life has become.
I'm really sorry, Billy.
I don't know what to say except...
I'm here for you.
I just need to be left alone.
Can you understand that?
May I?
What are you doing here, Mrs. Larner?
It must be very difficult for you
sitting alone out here in the cold while
your fiancé, Dr. Cooper, is inside
fighting to keep his dreams alive.
Coop shouldn't have to fight for anything.
He's the best candidate for the job.
And if it wasn't for your...
My husband?
Look, Mrs. Larner, I'm-I'm... I'm sorry about all this.
I would never intentionally hurt you.
But your husband, he did attack me.
I know.
It's a kind of seasonal rite of passage for him.
Excuse me?
Oh, you're not the first hot ticket George has propositioned.
But then, men will be men.
Que sera, sera.
So it doesn't bother you that your husband came on to me?
That he threatened me?
That he threatened to strip Coop of his appointment?
You see that building over there?
That's Larner Hall.
My husband's family built it along with the auditorium
and the two newest wings in the hospital.
What I guess I'm trying to say is
the Larner name carries a lot of weight in Philadelphia,
and my husband's intermittent indiscretions
are a small price to pay for being Mrs. Larner.
I don't think you realize the gravity of the situation.
Your husband is in a lot of trouble.
(laughs) No.
George will get a slap on the wrist
and a few snickers behind his back for a few weeks.
You're the one that's in trouble.
This conversation's over.
Megan, I don't dislike you,
but you're extremely naive for a woman of your background.
Right now, your Dr. Cooper is being given a choice:
the job or you.
I don't believe you.
Does he love you that much?
Do any of them love any of us that much?
Have a nice trip back to L.A.
(sighs)
Baby, these last few days
have been the happiest days of my life;
working together again and starting our family.
Are you okay?
Yeah, I'm happy that you're happy.
Well, call me crazy, but that's not exactly music to my ears.
How can I be happy unless you're happy?
Why are you so down?
I can't stop thinking about Christine.
Oh, that.
If it wasn't for me, she'd still be alive.
Kyle, you have to stop blaming yourself.
I really think it's much more Amanda.
Look, Taylor, I know what you're trying to do,
but you and I both know that it was me.
If I hadn't been so damn selfish,
if I hadn't have turned on her,
made her feel like she was less than Amanda...
Knowing what I've done,
I don't think I can ever be happy
in a relationship ever again.
Kyle, there's something I have to tell you,
but I'm afraid.
Oh, baby.
Hey. There's nothing that you could do or say
that could hurt what we have now.
(door opens)
Sorry to interrupt you two lovebirds,
but I'm kind of in a hurry.
So if you'll sign right there,
I'll be out of your hair for good.
What is this?
Divorce papers.
One of those quickie jobs in the Dominican Republic.
You remember how that works, don't you?
No, I'm not gonna sign anything until I talk to my lawyer.
Like there's anything to talk about.
Kyle, you should sign your name,
and tomorrow we can go down to City Hall
and you can sign your name on a marriage license.
Oh, a shotgun wedding, how nice for the two of you
and your love child.
Amanda, you're making a big mistake.
No, she's not, for once in her life.
I'm telling you, you don't want to do this.
She sure as hell does, and why would you want to stop her?
How do you argue with that?
Just sign. I gotta get to the airport.
Trust me, baby. It's the right thing to do.
Come on, do it.
AMANDA: Maybe we should synchronize our watches.
48 hours from now, we'll be free of each other for good.
-Amanda... -Good-bye.
(thunder rumbles)
Oh, it couldn't be more perfect.
Now nothing is standing in the way of our happiness.
RORY: I'm meeting Amanda at the airport.
Hey, will you listen to me for a second?
I'm clearing out every cent I got on this deal,
but I want you to hold another piece for me.
Yeah, yeah, 'cause I'm on my way to the Caribbean right now
and I'm this close to landing one hell of a cash cow.
I don't care if it's a mixed metaphor. It's money.
Look, you know me.
Okay, once I get her on board, if it doesn't go my way,
she's gonna have a little accident.
Yeah.
Megan?
Megan, are you here?
What are you doing?
Helping to make your decision. Good-bye, Coop.
Hey, hey, listen, I don't know what happened since I saw you
an hour ago, but you're not walking out that door
till you tell me what's wrong.
Look, I'm what's wrong, okay? I'm not good for you.
I-I'm not good for your career. You deserve better.
Look, don't you think I should be the judge of that?
No, because you're a hopeless romantic, okay?
And the truth is, if it wasn't for my colorful past,
Dr. Larner would not have treated me the way he did
and you would have a lock on that appointment.
Look, wherever you go, as long as I'm with you,
my past is gonna drag you down, okay?
Are you saying, you don't love me anymore?
No, I love you too much to hurt you anymore, okay?!
And if you just think about it, you'll know I'm right.
(both sigh)
(Coop groans)
(Megan sighs)
So what're you gonna do?
You gonna go back to L.A.?
Yeah, I guess.
What am I supposed to do?
I mean, now that I told those...
those hypocritical old jerks
to take their job and shove it?
You did?
I did.
And you should have seen the look on their faces.
They're going to be talking about this for years.
What's wrong? This is a good thing.
Why-why are you crying?
Because you know why.
Listen.
Give me this.
I love you.
And I will never, never sacrifice our life together
for anybody or anything.
You got that?
Yeah, I do.
Good.
Can we go home now?
You got it.
Oh, I love you.
Are you crazy?!
You signed the papers?!
You're divorcing Amanda?!
I didn't have much of a choice.
Taylor was standing right there.
Amanda's on her way to the Dominican Republic.
Yeah, I know all that.
But Taylor is this close
to confessing the whole Christine-Nick mess.
To let it go this far?
To make Amanda think that you don't love her?
No, I do, I do, I love her more than anything,
and getting Taylor to spill her guts is the only way,
it's the only way for me to get her back.
And I got 48 hours, and nothing is gonna stand in my way.
I hope you're right.
Mmm, you want another drink?
Damn straight.
Absolutely. And you know what else?
I can't imagine.
After you officially dump this bartender,
you and I should get hitched on that pretty little island.
Are you out of your mind?
Maybe so, but look at it this way:
you and I are two of a kind.
You love money, so do I.
You hate people, so do I.
You think I'm just some slick pretty boy who's looking
for a good time? That's fine with me.
Rory, you're getting tiring.
Come on, Amanda, what have you got to lose?
You know, you're right.
I'll marry you.
I sure as hell don't deserve any better.