Previously on Ugly Betty...
Connor ran off with all the money.
As of noon today, all of the Meade accounts have been totally cleared out.
We clean up our own mess.
I'm gonna start liquidating my personal assets.
Everything I've got.
I'll contribute as much as I can.
Which fabulous fashion world editor
has begun to sell off her clothes Willie-nilly?
I have a son now, and it's his company, too.
Have to be careful, though, sometimes, remind myself that I am not his mother.
But a bus, really, Daniel?
This is the lowest moment of my life.
For God's sake, hold on to the pole!
No way, I don't know who touched that thing.
My family is sort of really wealthy.
I just feel like I don't know that much about you.
Well, here's something else you might not know.
I'm kind of really into you.
Bounce, bounce, bounce Bounce, bounce
Build it up
Tear it down
Build it up
Tear it down
Bounce, bounce, bounce Bounce, bounce
Thank you.
For the record, I've decided the limo treatment doesn't suck.
Noted. Also for the record, I'm not really a limo kind of guy.
I just thought it might be fun, since it's, you know, Tuesday.
Tuesday. Now officially known as Limo Day.
But seriously, Matt, stop pampering me. It makes me feel guilty.
Damn. There goes Hot Air Balloon Wednesday.
Sounds good, doesn't it? Seriously, I can make that happen.
I know. I believe you, but it just...
It all feels like a little much, you know, with the cutbacks at work, and...
I know, I know, but for you, Hot Air Balloon Wednesday,
Submarine Thursday...
As long as it makes you happy, just name it. Anything.
Well, I don't think you could make me any more happy,
but I'm gonna go out on a limb
and say that things at work are gonna get better.
- Really? - Yeah.
It's sort of my grand unified theory of happiness.
With us so good, how could work be bad?
Coming through.
Excuse me, sorry, just trying to get out.
Hey, watch it.
- Excuse me. Sorry. - What is going on?
Hey! That's mine.
Mode magazine, please hold. Mode magazine, hold.
No, he's not available. Please hold.
- Amanda. - Hey!
You cannot just take that. That is Mode property.
Breathe, Mandy, breathe.
Guys, what is going on?
We're being looted. I feel so violated. And not in a good way.
Didn't you hear? The "Sex" issue was a limp noodle,
and now they've cut the budget to the bone.
God, this is so depressing.
I just used the word "noodle" and "bone," and I got nothing.
Apparently, everything leased or considered non-essential has to go.
I'm looking for Betty Suarez.
Do you need any help loading her onto the truck?
- You need my ID for a delivery? - It's protocol.
Sign here.
And here.
Is this all really necessary?
Initial here. And I need your thumbprint.
My thumbprint?
Identity confirmed.
Whoa!
The Calvin Hartley Charitable Foundation requires
positive identification of all recipients.
The Hartley Charitable Foundation?
Did he say the Hartley Charitable Foundation?
Daniel, what's going on? They're repossessing everything.
Betty... Please, with everything falling apart around here,
just let me have this moment.
Every year, Cal Hartley hosts a charity Easter egg hunt
at the Museum of Natural History.
- Wait. Cal Hartley? - It's incredibly exclusive.
I've been trying to score an invite for years.
Daniel, I think maybe this might be...
"The Calvin Hartley Charitable Foundation
"is pleased to invite Betty Suarez"?
Cal Hartley is Matt's father.
Of course. Matt Hartley. I don't know why I never put that together.
So, things are going really great with you and Matt, I guess.
- Yeah. - Seeing as you got the big egg-vite.
Here you are.
Sorry, Daniel. I had no idea.
No, no, it's fine. I'm sure you're gonna have fun mingling with the billionaires
and the princesses and the popes and the...
Sorry, Daniel, one second. Hello.
Aunt Betty, don't ever break up with Matt.
- Why do you need my fingerprints? - What are you talking about?
We just got an invitation to the Hartley Easter egg hunt.
Do you know how exclusive this is?
I'm a US citizen. - I have an idea.
- I have rights, you know. - Grandpa, give him the thumbprint.
You're not going to mess this up for me.
Go.
Look, Justin, I don't really have time for this right now,
but I'll call you back, okay? Bye.
Everything okay?
Yeah, he was just really excited about going to the Hartley thing.
Your family got an egg-vitation?
That is beautiful, Willie. You are one magnificent mama.
Thank you, Miles. Can we take a break, please?
Christina. Come get him.
Come on, little man.
My back is killing me.
You poor thing. You've been holding him for, what? A whole five minutes.
Try doing it for nine months.
Yes, yes, yes, you're a saint. And his diaper's full, as well.
Miles, darling, thank you so much for capturing these precious moments.
It's my pleasure, Wilhelmina. That woman...
She's my surrogate.
She's helping me out until I find a more suitable nanny arrangement.
Was she your egg donor as well?
What? No. Why would you suggest such a thing?
Well, the baby doesn't exactly look like you.
But, Miles, his father's white. What do you expect?
I mean, he'll brown up eventually.
No, it's not just that, Wilhelmina.
My business is seeing, especially faces,
and your child really looks like that woman.
Well, that's preposterous.
Listen, not to worry, I can work wonders with Photoshop.
I'll give him the Slater chin.
From the summit of Mount Everest
to the heights of Earth's orbit,
whether he's brokering peace in the Middle East,
inventing a new artificial hip, or winning his third Indianapolis 500,
Cal Hartley personifies the pinnacle of human achievement.
Billionaire, philanthropist, innovator.
There is no part of your life that Cal Hartley hasn't touched
and probably made better.
- Wow. - Yep, that's Dad.
Please adopt me.
Forget it, unless you take me, too.
Matt, we really appreciate you inviting us to your father's fundraiser,
but I just feel we wouldn't fit in.
Don't even go there, Grandpa. I've been waiting for this my whole life.
Yeah, and I hear that they have a real
Faberge egg
hidden in with the Easter eggs. I'm so finding it.
Fabergé.
No, sweetie, when there's an "E" at the end, it's silent.
Matt, are you sure you want to do this?
I mean, I didn't exactly start off on the right foot with your mom,
and I was hoping for less pressure with your dad.
You know, maybe we could have him over for dinner.
Papi could cook, and we'll just talk about mountain climbing.
Well, you know, meeting my father is a really big deal.
I mean, this guy turns down invitations to the White House.
Matt, you're not helping.
Look, the point is, four former presidents want to meet that guy.
But to me, "that guy" is Dad.
Betty, I want you to meet my dad.
Okay. All right, we're in.
What!
I figured the best way to make a good first impression on Mr. Hartley
was to learn as much about him as I can.
Did you know he went into outer space?
I wish I was that rich. I'd like to go into outer space.
Wow, there are, like, a million interviews with him.
Here's one in the Dubai Financial Times.
"Hartley made his reputation riding to the rescue of struggling companies. "
I'd like to rescue struggling companies.
Daniel, we are a struggling company.
Listen. "Among the assets Hartley considers
"undervalued and ripe for reinvestment are media companies,
"including newspaper and magazine publishing. "
- He said that? - Yeah.
Daniel, what if we got Hartley to invest in Meade?
- He could be our white knight. - He could save the company.
No, but Hartley is notoriously hard to get to.
- Do you really think you can set it up? - Are you kidding?
Matt would be more than happy to set up a meeting with you and his father.
- Betty, if you can pull this off... - I can do it.
- I can't do it. - It's just a meeting.
I can't.
Daniel only wants a chance to talk to your dad.
Look, everybody wants to talk to my father.
Invitations to the White House, remember?
Everybody in the world always wants something from him.
No, but, Matt, it's not like that. This is an opportunity for him.
And it's always an opportunity.
Betty, look, you have to trust me. It is not a good idea.
- But, Matt... - No. I'm sorry. The answer is no.
I don't know what to do. Daniel really needs my help,
but I don't want to do anything to upset Matt.
Poor Matt.
You don't know how much pressure is on these rich people. It's incredible.
And what do you know about rich people?
Excuse me? I've been watching Dynasty on the Soap channel.
They're not like us.
Listen, I don't know about Dynasty,
but if the choice is between disappointing your boss
or keeping your rich boyfriend happy, show me the money.
Yeah, it's like when Blake has to choose
between his wife Krystle and her lookalike Rita,
also played by Linda Evans in a red wig.
Catch up, people.
You know, mi hija, you tried to help out, and it didn't work.
Daniel will understand. Just tell him the truth.
You're probably right, papi. I should just tell him the truth.
Look at little William here. This shot really brings out that Slater chin.
Honestly, Willie, you haven't had a Slater chin since 1981.
Well, look at these cheekbones, see?
Well, as much as I live to tell you what you want to hear,
I don't think babies have cheekbones.
Well, then he must take after Bradford, I suppose.
Actually, except for the fish-belly complexion,
I don't see Bradford in there, either.
- What's this all about, Willie? - Nothing, I guess. It's just...
Well, Miles says the baby looks a lot like Christina.
Oh, my God, he does.
I mean, does he? Really? I don't see it.
Marc, this is my baby.
I don't care what that overrated lens-jockey Miles Foster says.
- I know my own child. - Of course you do.
Why are we even discussing this?
We were both there when they did the procedure.
It was your egg mixed with Bradford's swim team.
The baby can't be Christina's. It's medically impossible.
- Actually, it is medically possible. - You're joking.
If the surrogate had sexual intercourse before the implantation,
it's possible she was already pregnant.
In that case, your egg wouldn't have taken,
and the baby would be her biological child.
Well, that's all very educational.
Thank you for coming down, Doctor.
- That's it? - Yes.
Because you said it was urgent.
- I rushed out of surgery to get here. - Thank you.
Marc, dear God, William might not be mine.
- I'm so sorry. - Well, it's... It's unacceptable.
Without little William's share of the company,
I go back to being a paid employee
with Daniel's girlish fingers at my throat.
I need you to find out if Christina had sex right before the procedure,
and do it discreetly.
- Daniel, I need to talk to you. - And I want to talk to you, too.
All right, guys, thank you, everyone.
Good work. I think it's time to go home and get some rest.
Have you been here all night? Why didn't you call me?
Well, I know you're busy with Matt.
We decided to go all-in on your Hartley idea.
- All-in? - Yep.
I called in marketing, ad sales, the art department...
And we put together such a kick-ass proposal for my meeting with Hartley.
Daniel, before you start kicking ass...
Just wait till you see what we came up with. We are gonna blow him away.
For over 100 years, Meade Publications has helped
to educate, inform, and entertain generations of Americans.
Now, leading this bold charge into the next millennium
is a true visionary, businessman, humanitarian,
and world-class athlete, Daniel Meade.
- Athlete? - Yeah, I was on the crew team, JV.
Besides, if Hartley's gonna put money into Meade, the company,
he's got to have confidence in Meade, the man.
Did you notice I got that guy
who did the voice for Hartley's to do mine?
- Daniel, I... - I mean, it's still a work in progress.
We're gonna Photoshop the margarita out of my hand,
maybe put in, like, an orphaned baby.
Betty, I gotta tell you, this is the first time in months
I feel like we actually have a chance.
So, what do you think?
He's gonna love it.
You're gonna knock his socks off in that meeting.
You didn't really say "knock his socks off," did you?
It just came out. What am I gonna do?
Daniel thinks that this meeting with Hartley could help save the company,
and I have to tell him it's not even going to happen.
Well, the man is a "true visionary," so he may already know.
There he is.
There's the little product of an unholy deal with the devil.
Yes, you are.
- You're so good with him. - Who knew?
I thought my only maternal instinct was nursing a bottle of whiskey.
Stuart's coming by in a little while,
and we're gonna go for a walk in the park.
- How is Stuart? - Better, actually.
At first we thought the treatment wasn't working,
but he seems to be improving.
And you should see him with this little ankle-biter,
all cooing and making faces.
So, what are you gonna do about Daniel?
I don't know, but I just have to make sure
that he and Matt do not see each other until I figure it out.
Speak of the devil. Hello? Hey, it's me.
Bye-bye. Hi, I was just about to call you.
Okay, we're still talking. That's good.
I just want to say I'm sorry I lost it about,
you know, Daniel wanting to meet my dad,
and I was hoping I could take you out to lunch.
That sounds great. Where do you want to meet?
Actually, I'm heading toward your desk right now.
What?
Don't go to my desk. I'm not at my desk.
Let's play a game. You try to find me.
Sort of like a sexy scavenger hunt?
Yeah, yeah, I guess.
Okay, here I come.
Where are you?
Hey, I have a lunch uptown. I'll be back in a couple of hours.
Good. Have a good lunch.
Thanks.
Warmer, warmer...
Found you.
Don't make me TASER you.
Cold! Ice cold. Freezing, freezing.
Hey, I forgot my briefcase on your desk.
Oh, no. Go back to the elevator. I'll go get it.
- Okay. - Yeah, I'll see you there.
Have a good lunch.
Thanks.
Found you.
- You found me. You win. - Yes.
- Betty, I totally forgot my... Hey, Matt. - Hey, Daniel.
- We should probably just get going. - Okay.
I can't thank you enough for setting up
- this meeting with your father. - Daniel...
Excuse me?
I really think it'll be an incredible investment opportunity for him.
I didn't set any meeting.
- What? - I told Betty I couldn't do it.
Betty, what's going on?
Yeah, Betty, what is going on?
Why did you tell him I'd set up a meeting with Dad?
- Well, I didn't exactly. - Yes, you did.
Look, I can explain this, just not with both of you right here.
Daniel, will you go wait for me in the conference room?
- I have a lunch... - Please?
I was going to tell him this morning,
but when I came in, he'd been up all night working on a proposal.
I didn't want to break his heart.
Look, Betty, he was gonna find out eventually.
Yes, but I was hoping that I could talk to you again.
Remember when you said that I could ask you for anything?
- Submarine Thursdays? - Okay, Betty. Betty, that was different.
It's just a business meeting
between the head of Meade Publications and a potential investor.
- It has nothing to do with us. - But it does.
Betty...
Being Cal Hartley's son, it's like I'm two different people, right?
There's the guy whose father is worth more than most OPEC countries,
and then I'm the guy who writes about sports
and forgets his wallet, and gets a lump in his throat
every time his girlfriend smiles at him.
Betty, there's my dad and business and money,
and then there's me, my life,
and you're part of my life, aren't you?
Yes, of course.
- Daniel... - Why didn't you just tell me he said no?
Because you were so excited. I didn't want to disappoint you.
So you let me look like an idiot?
- I thought I could change his mind. - And?
Sorry.
I don't know what else to do, Daniel.
I know how important this is to the company, but Matt is my boyfriend,
and if this is what he wants, then I have to respect that.
I understand.
You do?
I imagine Matt's got to have his reasons.
Family can be
complicated. I ought to know. It's okay, Betty.
So what are we going to do?
Well, I admit things don't look very good,
but we're not ready to turn the lights out just yet.
We'll figure something out. There are always other options.
- There are no other options. - Well, I can't accept that.
Face the facts, Daniel.
We barely cobbled together the cash to put the last issue on the newsstands.
The government's not going to help us, and the banks won't touch us.
What you're talking about, we agreed we were not there yet.
Well, we're there now.
The company has survived for over 100 years.
People were reading Mode during the past two world wars,
they were burning it for warmth during the Great Depression.
I mean, I will be damned if I'm gonna explain to my son, your half-brother,
that we stood by and let it die.
I certainly don't want that, either, but what are we...
We have poured every penny into keeping this magazine afloat,
money of our own.
If we let it go under, we have nothing.
It's time to make some tough choices.
You're right. I'll take care of it.
Hey, I've been thinking, we don't really talk very much.
That's because we don't like each other very much.
And it tears me up inside.
We've been spending so much time together because of the baby.
- We should be pals. - I'm good, actually.
You know what's a fun thing for us girls to do? A sex quiz.
I am in. My sex IQ is crazy high. I'm like the Einstein of sex.
Okay. "What is your favorite season to have sex?"
Fall! No. Spring! Winter! No. Summer.
This is gonna be harder than I thought.
I heard "summer. " Good answer.
Like June? Don't you love having sex in June?
June 14th at 3:02 p. m. I was in the ladies' room at the UN.
János. He's the delegate from Hungary, and he was.
I have a pornographic memory.
Okay, back to Christina. Sizzling summer sex-capades, go.
Why are you so interested in my sex life?
What? It's just a quiz.
I started to think about it, and then I realized... June.
That was when I had Wilhelmina's egg implanted,
and the only reason that he would want to know if I'd had sex...
- He's a pervert? - No, listen.
Do you remember a couple of days before the procedure,
we went out to dinner to that little pub on the Lower East Side?
Yeah, yeah, you were pretty upset about the whole thing.
You must have had, what, five or six pints?
Couldn't keep your hands off me.
Shut up. Just listen.
They told me I wasn't supposed to have sex before the procedure,
but I thought it was just the one time,
and the chance of anything happening...
Christina, could he be our son?
What are we going to do?
Well, I've got to talk to Wilhelmina,
and we've got to find out the truth.
Good morning.
Come here, come here, get in here.
- They're handing out pink slips. - What? Are you serious?
This is like a reality show. I hate myself for watching, but I can't look away.
Not Sven, not Sven.
Well, I guess that'll save some awkward conversation
by the coffee machine.
This is crazy.
Oh, my God.
Sorry, Amanda.
Amanda?
I'm fired.
- This must be some sort of mistake. - I know, right?
I mean, I understand them getting rid of the lunch intern
and the creepy copy guy and all those editors,
but I'm Amanda Tanen-Sommers.
Mandy, I am so sorry.
But I am the face of Mode. I am Mode.
I'm the first person they see when they walk in.
Who's going to welcome them now and tell them where to sign in?
But they need to see something pretty.
It's gonna be okay, sweetie. This isn't the end of the world.
Someone's gonna hire you in a second.
Really? Because I can do a job that a clipboard and a vase of flowers can do?
Mandy.
Marc, I don't belong anywhere else. I belong at Mode. This is my home.
What am I going to do?
Daniel, Amanda was just fired. What's going on?
Look, before you panic, your job is safe. You're too valuable to let go.
Well, thanks, but what about everyone else?
I thought you said there were options.
Well, unfortunately, it turned out there really was only one option.
- Fire everybody? - Do you think I like firing people?
I like Amanda. I like Jenny in accounting.
It was either cut the payroll or file for bankruptcy.
Then none of us would have jobs. Is that what you want?
No, no, of course not.
Betty, we shut down five magazines today.
That's hundreds of employees. I didn't have a choice. I'm sorry.
I'm getting you that meeting with Hartley. Come on.
- I don't have an egg-vitation. - Daniel, it's now or never.
He's leaving for a trans-Siberian motorcycle race right after the party.
Yeah, but what about Matt?
How's he gonna feel about you going behind his back?
I hope he understands.
Faberge. Come to Mama.
Damn. Here.
Hey.
- Matt, I have something I... - You look really pretty.
Thank you.
- So, ready for the moment of truth? - Yep.
Hey, guys, why don't you come over and meet my dad? He's right here.
Yeah? All right. Here we go.
Dad, I would like you to meet the Suarez family.
- Justin, Hilda, Ignacio, my father. - It is a pleasure.
- Mr. Hartley, sir. - No, please, call me Cal.
Justin, Hilda, are we treating you okay?
Yeah. Hey, listen, you wanna give me a hint
- on where the Faberge egg is? - Mom.
I don't think that would be fair to my other guests.
And this must be the young lady that I've been waiting to meet.
It's a pleasure to meet you, Mr. Hartley.
I heard you made quite an impression on Matt's mother.
I think the words she used were, "Over my dead, rotting corpse. "
- Dad... - Well, the thing is, I don't really...
Anyone who can get under my ex-wife's skin like that is okay in my book.
Now, I would love to spend the whole afternoon just with you,
but I have to spend some time with my other guests,
so, please, everybody, have a good time.
And I'll just... I'll... I'll see you later. Bye-bye.
Wow. I never shook a hand that's been in outer space before.
- See? Piece of cake. - Yeah.
Work stuff that I just have to deal with real quick, but I'll be back.
Okay.
Daniel. What are you doing?
Where have you been? There's security everywhere,
and people are starting to look at me weird.
Because you're supposed to be a waiter,
but you're standing around eating cookies in a $ 10,000 Prada suit.
This is from two years ago.
All right, look, I met Mr. Hartley.
- What's he like? - He's interesting but nice,
and I think he'll be open to your thoughts. Are you ready?
- I think so. - Okay. Maybe leave the cookie.
You had sex? Do I need to remind you that we had a signed contract?
What, you're going to sue me for having sex?
I gave you a great deal of money,
money that was supposed to help save your dying husband.
At least part of him was alive and kicking.
Don't get all high and mighty with me.
You rammed that contract right down my throat.
And you knew exactly what you were getting yourself into.
And you knew that I couldn't say no.
God, the contract was barely dry
before I was lying on my back with my legs in the air,
someone waving a turkey baster at me.
Lovely.
I want to know what we're going to do now.
Because there is a chance that that baby is mine.
- An infinitesimal chance. - It's still a chance.
I need to know whose baby that is, and so do you.
Yes, I do.
We'll get a blood test, then we'll know.
Right.
There he is. Let's go. - Okay.
Whoa! Sorry.
Excuse me, sir, may I see your credentials?
- What? Yeah, of course. Hey. - Hi.
Just a second. I... Sorry. I had them a second ago.
You know what? He's with me, so it's okay.
He needs his own invitation, ma'am.
This is outrageous. I want both of your names right now.
Do you have a pen?
Okay, mistake. Sorry.
Please, just let him go. I can explain.
Come on. Listen... Listen, he can clear this up.
- I know you're mad. - You lied to me.
Matt, Amanda got fired today, along with about half of Meade
and I couldn't just come here and drink champagne
and hunt for Easter eggs and pretend like nothing was happening.
- What was I supposed to do? - You could have come to me.
Would you have changed your mind?
Is this really what you want?
Matt, you mean so much to me,
but if giving Daniel five minutes with your dad
is gonna help him save Meade, then, yes, it's what I want.
Hey. Hey, hey. It's okay. He's with me.
Dad, I'd like to introduce you to Betty's boss, Daniel Meade.
It's an incredible honor, sir.
Meade, huh? I don't recall seeing your name on the guest list.
That's a funny story, actually.
Come on, I'm just messing with you. Let's have a drink.
Great, great, great.
Matt, thank you.
I know you've shown an interest in media stocks.
Of course I read your amazing interview in the Dubai Financial Times.
Anyway, Meade Publications is poised to rebound in a big way...
- Mr. Hartley? - Cal.
Cal, everything all right?
I raise a lot of money at this shindig every year for a lot of terrific causes.
But what I love about it most is the kids, you know?
- Absolutely. - The simple joy on a child's face.
That's what it's really about.
I couldn't agree with you more. Anyway, all Meade needs
is a short-term infusion of operating...
It's such a shame Floppy couldn't make it.
- Floppy? - Yeah, Floppy the Bunny.
He's the guy we hired to put on the big pink bunny suit and hand out eggs.
- Just totally flaked on us. - That is a shame.
As I was saying, a short-term infusion of capital...
We got the suit and everything. We just need someone to put it on,
hop around, wiggle his nose...
That'd sure make this day a success, don't you think?
Make those kids smile.
And seeing those kids' smiling faces
would sure put me in the mood to talk business.
I got it! I got the egg!
Congratulations. Now, why don't you step up here, young lady?
- Okay, excuse me, excuse me. - Excuse me, kids. Here we go.
Now, since you found the Fabergé egg,
valued at more than half a million dollars...
Oh, my God!
...it will now be auctioned off, and the proceeds donated
to New York Children's Hospital in your name.
But I... I found it.
- I found the egg, sir. This isn't fair. - All right, sweetheart. Time to go.
Isn't she wonderful?
No. I found the egg.
Are we finished? Do you hate me, Matt?
Because I hate me right now, and...
No. No, no, I could never hate you. Never.
And you were right. People's jobs are at stake.
I mean, your friends are getting fired
because I have some crazy rich-boy daddy issues.
That's messed up.
No, Matt, I still should not have gone behind your back.
True, you owe me for that one.
I may have to cancel Submarine Thursdays.
Betty, I just hope you don't regret hooking Daniel up with my father.
Why would I?
My dad can be a great guy, but you do not want to go into business with him.
He needs to control everything. I've spent my entire life
trying to keep him as far away from my career as possible.
That's why I didn't want him investing in Meade, working in publishing.
I mean, I finally found something that was mine.
But, Matt, you don't even work at Meade.
But you do. Betty, you don't know where this could lead.
Come on, it can't be that bad.
It's Floppy!
Floppy!
Hi, Floppy! Hi, Floppy!
Is that Daniel?
I want an egg.
It's Daniel Meade.
You thought my mom was the tough one?
My mom is like an Easter egg,
hard on the outside, but soft and gooey on the inside.
Dad's more like Satan.
Daniel, I am so sorry. I had no idea this would happen.
- It's okay. - No, it's not okay.
Matt tried to warn me, and I wouldn't listen,
- and his father humiliated you. - Betty.
We did it.
What?
I just spent 10 minutes with Hartley, running the numbers. He's in.
He's actually delaying his trip to Siberia so we can make a full proposal.
He said he looks forward to being in the publishing business.
Oh, my God! That's amazing.
Well, but what about all of this?
It's just to prove what a big man he is.
- So, you knew what he was doing? - Yeah, of course I did.
I've been dealing with ego-driven bastards like him my whole life.
No, I've made a fool of myself enough times for no reason.
I can do it once to save our company.
Daniel, I'm so proud of you.
What's that?
It's just my cottontail. I was using it to stop the bleeding.
Those kids were vicious, huh?
Here they are, the lab results.
You haven't opened it? - No, I...
I didn't have the nerve. You... You open it.
It's yours. The baby's yours.
Thank God.
I was just... I was so sure.
Well, now that that is settled, I will be making other arrangements
- for William's care. - What do you mean?
I will no longer be needing your services as nanny.
Given the circumstances,
I think it's best that you stay away from my child.
Permanently.
There's a light that just won't go out
No matter what they try to do
Morning.
'Cause you can't pull out the circuits
Remove the bulb
Messages.
Or blow the fuse
And it just might be the brightest star
Discovered yet by man
But it might as well be a pin hole
From where we stand
So don't feel bad
Don't look so sad
We're much more than that
But for now it's a deathtrap
A carrot basket.
At least Hartley has a sense of humor.
It's a deathtrap
And it's gonna get worse