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Somebody get that?

Someone! I'm working!

Does anyone hear that?

Oh, yeah. Doorbell.

- Oh, hi, boss.
- Hi, Paul.
Shouldn't you be working?

No, actually, I...

Rachel, your father's here!
Hey, want some coffee?

No. I'm running errands.
My wife and I are having
a party tomorrow night.

Party.

More like Mardi Gras.

- You're having a party?
- Oh, I would have
invited you, Paul,

but it's just my sportswriters.

- You know,
I used to write sports.
- You sure did.

Too bad you can't come,
'cause we're having lamb. Mmm.

- Bye.
- Hey, bye, Mr. Hennessy.

- I'll see you at my parents'...
- Rachel! Time to go.

See you, buddy.

- Daddy, I need
to check my e-mail.
- Sweetheart, I'm working.

Is that more important
than your family?

At the end of your life,
are you gonna think back,

"If only I had
more time to work"?

No. I'm thinking
that right now.

Bridget!

Paul, she is mass e-mailing
gossip about Jenna Sharpe.

How many times have I told you
not to slander my boss's
daughter

- from our home computer.
- Oh, lovely, Paul.

Jenna had something
embarrassing happen,

and now Bridget is milking it
for all it's worth. It's just
not nice.

- What happened?
- She sat on a couch
in the library

- and made this rude noise.
- Rude noise?

Like that.

- Ahh.
- That was what Jenna said.

She was sitting down, trying
to get the couch to make the
noise.

We're like "Yeah, right,
Jenna, just own it."

You know, this isn't funny.

I have been reading a lot lately
about how cruel teenage girls
can be.

You know,
when I was in high school,

there was this girl that
everybody thought was a loser.

And she was self-conscious
and awkward, and, you know,

but really, really nice,
once you got to know her.

Aww, and that girl was you.

No! It was Denise Fabio.
I have two eyebrows.

Oh, lovely, Cate.

You're reading a little bit
too much, Mom. It's all
a bunch of media hype.

What's that supposed to mean?

Sometimes, to sell a bunch
of magazines, they'll write
these big articles...

I know what "media hype" means.

I'm just saying I agree
with your mother about
your little group,

with its cool clothes, own
language, code of behavior...

It's like a girls Mafia.

There's no such thing as a girls
Mafia. Just a highly-structured
secret society

with a set of rules
and severe consequences.

There's a secret society?

No.

I hate that Jenna! She's evil!

Yesterday she was like, "I love
your jacket. It's so you."

Today I see her, and she's
wearing the same jacket.

Like she's stealing
my soul or something.

God, she is so petty.

Bridget, are you thinking
what I'm thinking?

Yeah, but I don't think
we'd ever get away with it.

I meant, aren't you the one
who's being petty?

Oh. No, we weren't thinking
the same thing at all.

- Jeez!
- What's wrong, honey?

Got off the phone with Tommy.
Because I missed the last two
poker nights,

he's given my chair to somebody
else. You know, It's not fair.

I've been part of that
sportswriters poker night
ever since it started.

But you're not
a sportswriter anymore.

Thank you.
Tommy pointed that out too.

This is what happens when you
don't show up at the office.

- Out of sight, out of mind.
- You're gonna
be there next week.

- I am?
- Yeah.

For Take Your Daughter
to Work Day.

Oh, great! You guys
can see where Daddy works.

Daddy, you work
in our living room.

Done.

I'll have you know,
I am a vital part
of the Detroit Post.

There is marketing research
where readers say the reason

they buy it
is to read my column.

- Those forms you had
me fill out?
- Besides that.

- The forms you had me fill out?
- Everybody does that.

You think I'm gonna let you goof
around the house by yourselves?

- Well, I assumed...
- Aha!

No, never assume.

Because when you assume,

you make an "ass"
out of "u" and "me."

Wow. That is really...

- Lame?
- Yes.

I think Take Your Daughter
to Work Day is discrimination.

Rory's right. A man should
be able to take all his children
to work.

Hey, I have a job too, you know.
A job I actually go to.

Wanna come
to the hospital with me?

Or to the newspaper with me?
Big presses, jelly donuts.

Don't make me choose
between Dad...

Student nurses and bloody guys.

Hospital.

OK, girls, here it is:
the Sports Department.

This is where your father cut
his journalistic teeth. Take it
all in.

- Done.
- Let's go.

No, wait. Come here.
Get back here. Come on.

Your father spent
many happy years right here.

Mister,
did you know our father?

Yes, and he never spoke of you.

Now, knock it off. This,
right here, used to be my desk.

This is where it all happened.

This was the hub, the heartbeat,
if you will, where all the guys
met.

- We were like a band
of brothers.
- Hey, brother, get off my desk.

That's just some snappy
newspaper banter. Priceless.

I was telling the girls
that used to be my desk.

That's right, I forgot. I gotta
cover the Tigers double-header.

- Visit more often.
- Visit? What?

- I work here.
- Sorry, I'm an idiot.

You write that Slice Of Life
thing from home. My wife loves
it.

- Well, gotta go.
- OK. That's Artie.

Oh, my God, look, that's Jenna
Sharpe. God, she copies
everything I do.

So you guys are dressed alike.
That's just a coincidence.

- You make it sound sinister.
- You are a child.

She so wants to be me. Her
father works at the same paper.

Just be nice.
Hi, Rachel. Hi, Jenna.

- Hi, Mr. Hennessy.
- Hello, Bridget.

Go on, speak, boss's daughters.

- Hello.
Sit on any couches lately?
- Bridget!

Ooh.

Here it comes.
Clash of the titans.

I told you this would get ugly.

What... ever.

Oh, for... Come on.
You are guests at the newspaper.

Stop acting
like you're in high school.

- Hey, Hennessy.
- I'm not talking to you, Tommy.

- Hey, Poppa H.
- Kyle? What are you doing here?

- He could ask you
the same thing.
- I've had enough of you.

- I work here.
- Trouble in the ranks?

Hennessy, I'd like to speak
with you in private.

Ooh.

Hennessy's in trouble.
Hennessy's in trouble.

- Why are you on my case, Nick?
- I did that
so I could talk to you.

And I wanted to look like
a big shot in front of my girls.

But you made me look bad
in front of mine.

I owe you a beer.

What's really going on here?

I was up all night
with Jenna sobbing in my arms

because some kids at school
teased her for a, um...

- ...noisy couch.
- Noisy couch?

OK, yeah. I understand.

The one day
she forgot to take her pill.

That's shameful.
It's a natural phenomenon.

It's like they're making fun
of God's handiwork.

Exactly.

There's this one mean girl
who's leading the charge.

Really? Jeez. Did Jenna happen
to mention who the mean girl
was?

No. She knows I'd hunt down
the kid's father. Perhaps get
physical.

- I see.
- Thanks for the little chat.

When we go back in there, could
you act like you were crying?

- No!
- All right, all right. OK.

- Hey, Beach, having fun?
- Yeah. Kind of. I mean,

for the fifty-third
worst day of my life. You OK?

Yeah, I'm fine.
It's just one of those days.

You rank the days?
Never mind, never mind.

It's just, you know, I pitched
five column ideas to Nick,

he rejected four,
said he'd think about one.

Oh, Dad, I'm sorry
you're not cool around here.

Cool? Honey, cool doesn't even
enter into the equation in the
adult world.

They don't judge me
by how cool I am.

I am judged solely
by the quality of my work.

Paul,
I've thought about that idea.

No.

- Ouch. That's gotta hurt.
- Are you kidding?

Honey, you just roll
with the punches. That's all.

- Come here.
Something's happened.
- What?

Oh, my God!

Hi, Bridget.

Daddy, can I go out
with Kyle on Saturday?

Well...

That's my sad face.

- Convinced?
- OK.

Boss's daughter.
Way to rebound.

Bridget. Bridget, you've gotta
take the high road. Stay above
it.

- Roll with the punches.
- Tommy, I'll see you
at poker tonight?

Got the whole chair
set up for you.

Oh, my God!
You gave Nick my seat!

Tommy, you didn't tell me
that I was taking Paul's seat.

This is uncomfortable.

Hope it's lucky.

You...

So, Nick, what kind
of beer do you like?

Rory, I hope you had fun at the
hospital and learned something.

Sure did, Mom.
I picked up a lot.

I'm gonna
go visit the Doyles. See ya.

I can't believe Kyle's
going out with Jenna.

Oh, honey, I'm so sorry.

That must be painful,
your ex-boyfriend going out
with someone else.

You know,
when I was in high school,

there was this girl who went
through the very same thing.

She had such a hard time.

- Aw, and that girl was you?
- No!

Oh, right. "Denise Fabio."

I don't care about Kyle.
Everyone's gonna think
Jenna stole him.

If they would focus,
they'd remember that
I already dumped him. God!

And it's already all over school
that Bridget's old boyfriend
prefers Jenna.

I can't believe this.
Now, I'm gonna be
an outcast just like Daddy.

Bridget, I'm not an outcast.

- How was Nick's party?
- How are Jenna and Kyle?

- Paul!
- She started it.

- Paul!
- I'm sorry. I'm sorry.

You know, without due respect,
I think I can help you.

I know how to play this game.

That's the difference between
teens and adults. I don't play
games.

Yeah, and Mom's
not really Denise Fabio.

This is gonna pad
a lot of G-strings.

Not so fast, pilgrim.

I got a couple
of cowboys in this corral.

Three chicks with a pair
of kings? Brilliant.

By the way, that John Wayne
impression's the best I've
heard.

- Do it again.
- Pilgrim.

- Hey, fellas. Hi.
- Hennessy,
what are you doing here?

I'm part of the group. Thought
I'd drop by in case somebody
wants to sit out.

- I told you we have
a full table.
- Let him stay. Fresh meat.

So... how is everybody?

Did someone say something?

So, Nick, you catch
the Pistons game last night?

- I was up all night
with a crying kid.
- Don't worry. I taped it.

Turn it off after the final
buzzer or you'll watch Kyle's
sixth birthday.

- You tape over family videos?
- Just the stuff with the kids.

They don't even look
like that anymore.

- How do the Tigers look?
- They couldn't look
any worse...

Paul, Paul, let's let the
sports guys field this question.

If I wanna know
about Civil War reenactments

or how itchy the authentic
underwear is, then I'll ask you.

It feels good hanging out
with you guys.

But, you know, Nick,
that article did get
a lot of positive mail.

Yeah, how is Rory?

All right, seven card high-low.
I'm gonna take you down, Sharpe.

That'll be the day.

It's incredible.
He is the Duke!

Scout, my daddy told me
I could shoot all
the blue jays I wanted,

but it's a sin
to kill a mockingbird.

Hennessy,
what the hell are you saying?

Gregory Peck.
To Kill a Mockingbird.

Directed by Robert Mulligan,
one of the greatest...
Never mind.

Dad, I'm using the car to go
someplace and see some people.

- Don't know
when I'll be back.
- Fine. Go.

That's a great kid.
Looks nothing like me,
but a great kid.

- Well, he's made
my Jenna happy.
- Already?

Do John Wayne.

Nick, I forget,

is there a trellis right
outside Jenna's bedroom window?

Why? You don't think...?
I'm out.

Nice going, Scout.

OK, I'm ready.
Teach me everything.

I knew you would come, Father.

It was only a matter of time.

OK, you remember
everything I said

about there being no such thing
as a girls Mafia?

Well, there is. But all cliques
have the same structure.

See, at the top,
you have the Queen Bee.

- In your case, Mr. Queen Bee.
- That's Nick Sharpe. Got it.

OK, next we have the sidekick.
Not as pretty as the Queen Bee,

- but always sucks up to her.
- Well, that's Tommy.

- That's so Tommy, right there.
- OK. Then we have the wannabe.

She'll do anything
to get in with the Queen.

- You lost me.
- OK, like when you do

Gregory Peck impressions
at parties, weddings,
our answering machine.

So sue me if I presume
people enjoy that.

Aha! Never presume,
because when you presume,

you press you to me.

- Eww, gross! That doesn't work.
- OK, all right. Just go on.

OK, what you need to do
is get in real good with Nick.

Then get him to tell you
an awful secret about himself.

Then tell everybody,

thereby overthrowing him,
putting you back on top.

I take you to church.

Fine. Be a wannabe
the rest of your life.

I am so not a wannabe.
But it goes against
everything I stand for.

Everything
I teach my children. Bridget,

I have to ask myself, would
Gregory Peck do something
like that?

Yes. I believe he would.

- Artie. Where's Nick?
- Snack machines. What's up?

Let's just say there's
a new queen in town.

Never leave sports.

- Hey, Nick.
- Oh. Busted.

Yeah, I eat chocolate
when I'm depressed.
It's my dirty little secret.

Secret? Huh.
Wanna talk about it?

Well, I, uh...
I guess I can tell you.

I'm saying
it's coming from upstairs.

I'm gonna let Artie
and a couple others go.

- You're laying people off?
- Damn budget cuts.

It's the only way
I can save my performance bonus.

Wow, what a relief
to get that off my chest.

Keep this confidential.

Boy, you'd be a pretty
unpopular fellow if news
like this got out.

- Well, see you.
- Where you going?

Uh, nowhere. No... Um, why?

Thanks for listening.

Hey, I know I can be a jerk
sometimes, but, uh, you're
a good man, Paul.

Hug?

I'll tell you, Cate, I had Nick
right where I wanted him and I
couldn't do it.

I actually
felt compassion for the guy.

And I realized, what would I get
if I betrayed Nick's confidence?

- A seat at that
stupid poker game.
- Who is this enlightened man?

If he fires those guys, they'll
let me right back in, right?

Ah, there he is.

But I'll say no because
I don't want any part
of that group.

And then I'll laugh.

You know, honey, you should
consider being a mentor.

Listen to me. You're right.
Why did that stuff bother me
so much?

Oh, Paul, when I left nursing,
I told myself

that I would always be
a part of the gang.

But every time I dropped by,
I felt like an outsider.

I wasn't up on the in-jokes
or the gossip and I really
felt abandoned.

Finally, I realized that I was
grieving for my nursing career.

Maybe I wasn't clear on
the question. Why did
that nonsense bother me?

- Never mind, Paul. Never mind.
- Grieving! Yeah, I got it.

Grieving.

- Hey, Daddy.
- Hey.

Daddy, you look sad.

Well... I'm grieving.

I'm... I'm not
a sportswriter anymore
and I'm grieving.

Oh.

I get really sad when I give
my old clothes to Kerry.

- So you understand.
- Totally.

You've been really upset lately.
Maybe you're going through the
same thing.

You mean I could be grieving
the life I had before Jenna
came into town,

- stole my friends,
my sense of style...
- Keep going.

No, no, it's crazy
because I don't wanna be
with him or anything,

because it's so over,
but a part of me,

a small part of me...

- I miss Kyle!
- Ohh.

I miss sports!

OK, I'm done.
I'm good. I'm good.

- That's it?
Grieving process is over?
- Let me check.

Yeah, I'm good.

Wait, wait, wait! Hang on!
Hang on a second.

You're OK
with Jenna and Kyle now?

Everyone thinks Jenna's
a boyfriend-stealing tramp.

There's a petition asking that
nobody has dealings with that
nasty business.

Wait, that's mean.

When her Dad finds out,
somebody's gonna have hell
to pay.

Hello, pilgrim.

Kerry defiled
my Avril Lavigne poster.

I went to Mom and Dad.
They told us to work it out.

I want justice, Bridget.

You go to Mom and Dad first?

What have I done
that you insult me like this?

This, the day
that I'm studying for finals.

I meant no disrespect.

I will help you.

But someday,
and this day may never come,

I may call on you
to do me a favor.

Will you two
do me a favor and shut up?

These grapes are really sour.