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Previously on Central Park West, Stephanie Wells, she came to New York to

magazine, but will it destroy her marriage? At this point, I should be

supporting myself, right? Carrie Fairchild, her stepfather, owns the

I do what I like, when I like. And what she likes is her boss's husband, Peter

Fairchild, Carrie's brother at New York's most eligible bachelor, looking

the right girl.

Is it Alex Bartoli, or will she betray his trust?

My date with Peter Fairchild.

You're looking at Sunday's front page.

And Gil Chase, a womanizer who may have gone too far.

You gutless bastard, do you have any idea what you've done to me? Central

West, next.

East Side Prep.

I still can't figure out if this place is a girls' school or a military

I mean, if they frown upon excessive facial hair...

They must go ballistic over a pair of jeans.

Your pup looks good in jeans.

Well, I'd call that well -trend.

What do you think?

Nice and smooth.

Thank you, side pup.

I've got five minutes.

Make it seven, you got a deal.

With this kind of response, I could start waxing my legs.

Oh, no.

No, no, no, don't you answer that.

It might be Ellen Rush. She's notorious for his early morning phone call.

I'm sorry.

Hello?

Stephanie, it's Carrie.

I'm surprised to find you at home at this hour. You still must be having

adjusting to the time difference.

The truth is, I was just running out. Can we talk when I get to the office?

Actually, I was calling to speak to your husband.

Is Mark there?

I'll look for him.

Just a moment.

Cary Fairchild.

For me?

Hello?

It's brilliant.

Excuse me?

Your play. I read it the moment you dropped it off.

The only reason I waited till this morning to call is I was afraid you'd

was some gushing fan.

So you really liked it, huh?

It was complex, emotionally resonant.

There's no way this play isn't getting produced.

Really? You really think so? Absolutely. What are you talking about?

That's why I'm calling.

I have something I need to talk to you about. It's very important.

Okay. Let's meet at the cafe at the Stanhope Hotel.

Say five?

Yeah, yeah, that sounds great. Listen, Carrie, I gotta run, but thanks for

calling. See you this afternoon.

Yeah.

What was that all about?

Oh, I sent Carrie a copy of my play.

And? And she liked it. That's what she called to tell me.

What a surprise.

I've been telling you it's wonderful for months.

I know, but writers are innately insecure.

We thrive on other people's validation.

Yeah, but carry Fairchild.

That phone call was a time out.

I still get my full seven minutes.

Then you better get busy.

and they tell me that there's no Alex Bertoli working there.

What's the deal? Why would she lie?

How many times have you seen this Alex chick?

His wife.

You want to see her again but can't find her?

It's so obvious.

Any other girl you'd be over and done with.

This one's smart.

She's going to put on this air of mystery about her and now she's got

Fairchild thinking 24 hours a day about her instead of the other way around.

She's playing you, Pete.

You know, you love to attach these cynical manipulative motives to people.

hey. She lied to you.

It's a fairly cynical, manipulative thing to do. But I still think there's a

good explanation.

Hey, I'm sure there's a great one, but I don't think you're going to like it

very much when you hear it.

John, it's just not right.

I've been up all night thinking about it and couldn't come up with one good

reason how this story in any way serves the public interest.

What are you talking about? It's juicy.

Every woman in New York wants to know what it's like to go out with Peter

Fairchild. Well... We got the answer on Sunday's front page. Well, look, Ben,

I'm taking my name off the piece, and I want one of those black rectangles over

my eyes. Wait a second. This story was your damn idea from the beginning.

Frankly, I'm stunned you came through. What do you mean? I told you I would,

now that I've proved to you that I can do anything, I am begging you, as a

valued reporter, hold the piece. Number one, you're not so valuable. Number two,

why? Because... Because I can't do this to Peter.

Oh, and why not?

Why can't you do this to Peter?

John, in the course of reporting this story, real feelings developed.

Mutual feelings that are much more important to me... The mouth of the guy.

You're a sap, Alex.

Peter Fairchild would never go for a working -class girl from Staten Island.

in a million years.

You're wrong.

He already has.

One date? Under false pretenses?

Hardly what I call the basis of a healthy, lasting relationship.

Taxi! I can't let you run that story.

Look, think of this as a test.

If he's still in love after he sees Sunday's paper, well, then maybe the two

you really do have something special.

I know we do.

Hey, I'm not the one you've got to convince.

That L .A.-New York rivalry thing has been done to death.

I mean, does anyone really care anymore?

I don't care.

Okay, well, what about female CEOs here in Manhattan who crashed the glass

ceiling? Forbes did it three months ago.

Well, hey, you know all these coffee bars that keep sprouting up like pod

all over the city? God, not another cappuccino piece.

If I have to proofread latte one more time... Will you let me finish, people?

I'm talking about the guys who veg out there all day. The new slacker

that has traded the corporation for caffeine.

I like that. No, wait.

How about a piece on successful female executives who are married to slacker

husbands?

You see it all the time.

Work on that coffee bar, Pete. I think you're on to something.

All right, guys. That'll do it.

I'll see most of you here tomorrow night at the party for the advertisers. And

remember, when you talk to them, be aggressive about sharing your energy and

your ideas for Communique.

Tomorrow night is all about generating excitement and selling our revamp of the

magazine. And most importantly, have fun.

Carrot.

A moment, please.

I have some bad news.

I'm dropping your column.

Excuse me?

It's just not in keeping with my broader vision of the magazine.

Then I suggest you narrow your focus because my column stays whether you like

or not.

Well, actually, I don't.

So tell.

I think you're making a bad move, Stephanie.

Very bad move.

Please, Carrie.

I'm trying to take this personally.

There'll still be plenty for you to do here at the magazine.

Oh, don't worry.

I'm sure I'll find something to keep myself busy.

Look.

I know he's here.

I saw him walk into the building this morning and he hasn't left.

Sorry. I've been buzzing Mr. Chase for 20 minutes.

He's either in a meeting or he stepped out. Fine.

Just tell Gil that Deanne Landers was here to see him and that it's very

important that I talk to him. Does he have your number?

Yes.

I think he has my number.

Then again, maybe not.

Maybe he lost that too, along with all of my money.

See that he gets this, will you?

I'll do my best.

Hold that elevator.

Thanks, Anne.

No problem, but I think you're going to need a guard dog to keep that one away.

She left you a note.

She shows her face here again.

Call security.

You got it.

That's all right. I'm glad you could meet me.

So, what's the big news?

Well, Mark, you won't believe this, but I think I found a producer for your

play.

Seriously?

How? When did this happen?

When I read it, I knew there'd be immediate interest.

Well, who is this person?

All I can say now is it's someone with very deep pockets.

I don't get it.

What's the big mystery?

I promise not to say anything until things are absolutely certain.

So why don't we meet tomorrow night for a drink?

Discuss the possibilities.

Sounds great.

Almost too good to be true. I mean that someone would have this kind of response

so quickly.

Don't you think this is a wonderful plan?

Well, putting all modesty aside, yeah.

I think it's pretty decent.

Then why question that somebody with equally good taste would have a similar

response?

How about tomorrow night at 8 at the Zink Bar downtown?

I'll be there.

Brilliant.

You know, I used to attend these sites, but I didn't until they kicked me out.

What happened?

I probably shouldn't tell you this, but I had an affair with my English teacher.

Well, I better get back to the office before they miss me.

Tomorrow night?

Morning. I have a wonderful feeling about this.

Hello, Counselor.

Well, Ms. Bartoli, what a surprise.

Come to play another round of I've Got a Secret?

What are you talking about?

I went looking for your Bergdorfs the other day.

Oh, so I guess they told you I got fired.

No, just that they'd never heard of you.

These anorexic women would come in the store and I'd tell them they didn't need

makeup. They just needed to eat something.

I never could learn to keep my big mouth shut.

So what are you going to do now?

Don't worry about me. I'll find something.

Look, I never meant to be evasive.

That's why I'm here.

To ask you out to dinner tomorrow night.

Give me a working phone number. Maybe you'll have yourself a date.

Look. The only reason I've been reticent is because I didn't want to chase you

away.

But I don't have the patience to play hard to get.

Look, you don't have to play games with me, Alex.

Good. Then we're on for tomorrow.

And leave the whole night open.

You're all mine till Sunday.

Can I pick you up at nine?

Do I have a choice?

And no more secrets.

Tomorrow night you get the entire Alex Bartoli story.

Complete and unabridged.

Who is it?

Diane, what are you doing here?

I just needed to talk to you.

I don't think that's such a great idea.

I miss you, Gil.

Please don't tell me you've totally axed me out of your life.

Diane, you tried to sue me.

I almost lost my job. I was hurt.

You broke my heart, Gil.

Come on.

Open the door.

I thought about this long and hard.

And I realize now why you wanted to stop seeing me was probably because you felt

so guilty about losing my money.

That was certainly a factor.

The truth is... I miss your body.

Admit it, Gil.

We've had some pretty great sex.

No, we did okay.

That's why I've decided not to let a little financial setback come between

I want to forgive.

Do it while you're still sweating.

She's got a really big day tomorrow.

I'm giving you a second chance here.

Don't blow it, Gil.

Look, I think you'd better go home.

Okay.

So now I know for sure.

The only reason you slept with me in the first place was to get my money.

And once you lost it...

You no longer had a motive to see me anymore. You're wrong.

I don't think so.

Look, I don't know what else to say.

I'm sorry.

Oh, you will be.

Believe me.

You are going to be very, very sorry.

Not for that price. We'll give you 50%. What are you talking about? They're 100

bucks a piece.

What? That's ridiculous.

Well, I love them.

Oh, forget it.

Consider it shopping therapy to help soothe my nerves about the party I

communicated. Come on, it's nothing you can't handle. Are you kidding? I'm going

to be squeezing your hand the entire night.

Well, most of the night at least.

What do you mean?

I may turn up a bit late.

Why? What are you doing?

Carrie Fairchild may have found a producer for my play.

And we're all going to have drinks this evening.

Carrie found a producer for your play? Yeah.

And you're meeting him tonight?

Tonight at my party.

Well, to be honest, I didn't think showing up a couple of minutes late

make that big a difference.

So I'll be arriving alone.

Did Carrie happen to mention that I'm planning to drop a column from the

magazine? No.

Why? Why would you do that?

Because she's an undependable dilettante.

Well, Steph, I don't see her that way.

Obviously, you have a blind spot when it comes to this girl.

You know, I don't understand something.

This party is a business thing for you.

But when my work is in conflict, suddenly I'm made to feel like the bad

You know how important tonight is for me. And frankly, I haven't quite grasped

why Carrie Fairchild is out hunting down producers for your play. Well, it's not

like I've got a line of people breaking down my doorstep.

Look, be an hour max, okay? Don't make this a normal thing.

Do what's important for you.

I just find it strange that you don't find this strange.

Where are you going? Let's buy these candlesticks.

I think it'll look like a barn.

I can't believe you're actually going out with that Alex chick tonight.

Yeah, it's just what kind of spell has she put on your feet? Would you guys

me a break?

I know why I like her, because she's normal.

Unlike the people he spends most of his time around.

That's who I'd like to meet. Just a nice, normal girl who doesn't show up

on my doorstep and threaten my life when I want to have sex with her.

What's abnormal about that?

Nicky?

Monique?

Where have you been?

Milan, Paris.

Enough of the show.

How have you been, Nicky? I'm great, Monique. I'd like for you to meet Peter

and... Hi, I'm Carrie Fairchild.

And... Gilchase.

Hello. Hi.

Please, join us.

I would love to.

But I'm actually here to meet some friends. Let him wait while you make

friends.

Okay. Okay, for a minute. Okay.

So, uh, what do you do, Monique? Runway?

Print? A little bit of both, actually. Uh -huh. Monique and I met in Paris when

I was studying art history at the Sorbonne.

Monique, why am I getting this psychic vibe that you'd like to have dinner with

me tonight?

I apologize for my friend.

Say nine o 'clock at the Barry Bar.

Maybe. Gil, you're such a modelizer.

Have trouble finding the place?

Not at all.

I'm glad you could make it.

Well, I can't stay long. There's a party at the magazine. Oh, I know. I just

thought you and I had more important business with each other. That's why I'm

here.

Something to drink?

Another glass of champagne, please.

Scotch, please.

Macallan, if you have it. Yes, sir.

So, where is our esteemed producer?

Well, Mark, I have something to confess.

I've been very evil.

I've brought you here on completely false pretenses.

What?

Please let me explain.

Growing up in a family like mine has been a blessing and a curse.

I'm not going to presume to bore you with the cliched tale of a poor little

girl.

But most of the choices in my life haven't been my own.

From the schools I attended to my job at Communique, everything has been

carefully orchestrated by my family.

I was never allowed to discover a passion of my own.

When I met you and read your work, something came alive inside of me.

So there is no producer.

Mark, I want a producer play.

I've got the money, the connections, and the drive.

Together I know we can create something very exciting, wonderful, and very

successful.

Gee, Carrie, I don't know. You never produced a play before.

What do you really know about the business?

What I like and experience I can make up for in hard work.

Listen, I know I'm asking you to take a risk. We both are.

But isn't that what art and creativity is supposed to be about?

Taking chances?

I'm just caught a little off guard here.

Give me six months. I'll prove myself to you.

After all, what have you got to lose?

Okay.

I'll give you one month.

Under one condition.

Anything.

You never lie to me again.

Never. I swear.

Give me six months, and I promise you're going to see a noticeable change in our

demographics. Of course, I won't be sleeping for the next eight weeks.

Honestly, I'm very, very anxious to get your feedback when you see my first

issue.

Here, I thought you didn't have an anxious phone in the body.

Alan, I didn't see you come in.

Hello, Linda. Nice to see you again. Whoa.

I didn't feel to be the new kid in town.

Exciting.

Challenging. Yeah. Right now, you're in a catbird seat.

Every last idiot in Manhattan will be standing in line at Kinshorex.

Truth is, they're always praying for you to fail.

If you were teetering off the ledge of a hundred -story building, they'd all be

down there yelling, The whole bloodthirsty mob.

Really, Alan, don't transfer your morbid paranoia onto Stephanie.

Ah, you're right. She hasn't earned it yet.

Excuse me, Stephanie.

He's really so... brilliant.

Well, he hired you.

And I can't imagine a more capable and attractive choice.

Thank you.

Tell me, are you sleeping with him?

Excuse me?

I'll know if you're lying, so please don't bother.

No.

Then you must be very, very good at what you do.

Does he generally sleep with his editors?

You really are from Seattle, aren't you?

Well, getting acquainted, are we? She's lovely.

For once in your life, you did something right.

Hello, sweetheart.

Sorry I'm late.

Very, very late.

Linda, Alan, it's great to see you again. Mark, Stephanie, see you later.

Absolutely. Have fun.

Hey, I got worried about you.

How'd things go?

Pretty good, actually.

Did Mark tell you the news?

What news?

I'm producing his play.

Really? What a surprise.

I'd like to propose a toast.

To my talented playwright, I look forward to reading a glowing review in

communique. Cheers.

My real dream is to spend a year in one of those beautiful hill towns outside of

Florence.

Piena, Luca, Pianti.

Just the name sounds so magical.

Have you ever been to Italy?

outside of the neighborhood I grew up in, never.

Well, what's stopping you?

It's not that easy.

Let me explain how it works for the rest of us.

First, we have to get the money together, and then we have to get the

together. Well, that's it.

The cost of a plane to get home and get back from your dream, I don't believe

it. Well, there is one more thing.

When I was 16 years old, I went to one of those storefront psychics.

She was incredibly accurate about everything in my life, down to the

this guy I was in love with.

But then she told me I should never fly over water.

I see. So rationality isn't part of the package here.

No.

That's why I'm out with you.

Despite the fact that all my friends thought I was crazy.

Funny. My friends all thought I was crazy to see you again, too.

Yeah, but yours were right.

Hey, why don't we go back to my place for a drink?

It's still so early.

It's past two in the morning.

I just want to enjoy your company.

That's the idea.

Unless you've got a better one.

I love walking the city late at night.

And I feel so safe with you.

Do you mind?

No.

I'm involved.

Mostly.

Oh, you know, I definitely don't get over there enough.

Dan, what the hell are you doing here?

What am I doing here? What is she doing here? Who is she? His girlfriend.

Didn't he tell you? Or was this the plan, Gil, for me to find you and this

in bed together with the hopes that I might be persuaded to join the fun? Oh,

don't like this. Get the hell out of my house before I call the cops.

You don't have to ask me twice.

Would you like to split a cab?

No, Monique, don't. She's insane.

You are both insane.

No, Monique, please, please, please don't leave.

Wait, at least let me give you my phone number.

Real cute, Deanna. What'd you do, steal my keys?

You left them at my house. I guess we're finally even.

Oh, no.

Not by a long shot.

The fun is just beginning.

I don't think I've stayed up all night since high school.

I love the city this hour. It's so peaceful.

Almost surreal.

I know what you mean.

And it's really nice being with you.

It feels amazing.

Peter, I... Yeah?

I want you to promise me one thing.

That we'll each forgive each other one mistake, one transgression, no matter

terrible.

Alex, is there something you want to tell me? Because whatever it is, I can

handle it.

Just promise me, please.

What time do you have?

Almost 6 a .m.

Come on.

Let me have the New York Globe.

Hey, what's the rush?

Peter, I've made a terrible mistake.

I wanted to be the person to share this with you so that you could understand,

or maybe you'll never understand, but...

What the hell? How... Who the hell did this to us?

You did this?

Yes, Peter, I did. And I'm very, very sorry.

You're a reporter?

Yes. You set me up? You lied to me? Just at the beginning.

I don't believe this.

Every moment we had together was a lie. Every damn moment. That's not true. I

tried to stop them from running it, but... I mean, who the hell are you

anyway? You know who I am. I just spent all night opening up to you. No, no, no.

I'll tell you who you are.

You're a selfish, unfeeling, manipulative hack.

And if you ever did have one ounce of integrity, you can kiss it goodbye along

with ever seeing me again.

Peter, we promised that we would find it in our hearts to forgive each other for

one thing.

That's before I realized you don't have a heart.

You going to even talk to me this morning?

Sorry.

I don't have anything to say that you want to hear.

Try me.

I don't trust Carrie Fairchild.

And I can't believe that you're being taken in by this actress.

This happens to be an intelligent, committed, well -connected girl who

put her time and money behind my work. Now, if that's an act, then yes, I'm

falling for it.

Don't you see?

She says that her job is on the line. And she's using the relationship with

as a way to grant herself immunity.

Why does everything always come back to you?

You and your job.

I just don't like the way she's trying to insinuate herself into our lives.

Fine, then I'll pick up the phone and tell her to forget it. Is that what you

want? No.

And you'll hold this against me.

Well, then what do you want me to do, Steph?

Because I'm not going to have this conversation every morning for the next

months.

If you trust her...

And you think she's sincere, then... I do.

Then use your own judgment.

I won't say another word.

Thank you.

Now let's stop arguing, okay?

We get to spend so little time together.

There are a million things I'd rather do than bicker about Carrie Fairchild.

You're right.

Let's drop it.

More coffee?

Yeah.

Okay, change both of these and give me an extra deadbolt, okay?

Hello?

Good morning, Gil.

Jan, glad you called. Now I'm going to get a new phone number after I change my

locks. Don't worry. That won't be necessary.

I'm moving.

To another time zone, I hope.

That's right, Gil. Make jokes.

But thanks to you, I can't afford my apartment anymore.

Deanne, after last night, I'm way past apologizing.

Have a nice life.

Hi. Say hello to your brother.

The biggest idiot in New York.

What happened?

That's Alex.

The girl who wouldn't give me her phone number.

Well, she's cute. That's not a bad picture of you either.

I'm fine.

Man, can I pick him a what?

And the whole time we're together, I'm thinking this is the least phony girl

I've ever met.

Peter, you're too open.

You're too nice.

And if you ever change, I'd kill you.

You expecting someone?

I invited Mother and Alan for brunch.

You did what? Why?

I have my reasons, of course.

Why didn't you tell me? I don't think I can deal with them this morning.

Too late.

Looks like you're trapped.

I guess Stephanie told you she's dropping my column. What?

No.

I hadn't heard anything about it.

Really? I assume she had your blessing.

She doesn't need it.

Editorially, the magazine is hers to run as she pleases. Alan, you can't let

some woman come in here and do this to Carrie.

No, no, no. It's fine because I found another interest.

I'm going to produce Stephanie's husband's play.

You're going to produce a play?

Yes, and I've already ran the figures. Looks like I'll need something in the

neighborhood of $250 ,000 to do it correctly.

What the hell are you looking at me for?

You're such a philanthropist. Just think of this as an opportunity to support

the arts.

You're not getting a dime out of me.

Alan, let's at least give this some thought. I knew there was an ulterior

to this brunch.

That's why I purposely left my checkbook at home.

Cheap bastard.

Excuse me, what did you call me?

Oh, I said cheap bastard, or should I have said cheap social climbing bastard?

Gary, apologize now.

No, no, it's okay.

Say what's on your mind.

Truth is, Alan, I think you made a bad deal when you married my mother.

No amount of money will ever buy you class.

You don't like it, honey.

Get off the payroll.

That's enough, both of you.

I gotta get into the office. Peter?

Nice seeing you, as always. Alan?

Alan, you don't have to go. I'm not sticking around here to get insulted.

wanna stay? Stay.

Damn.

Why do you have to do this?

Because he's trying to ruin my life.

Peter.

Bye, sweetheart. Bye.

I'll talk to you later.

You really know how to clear a room.

Sorry you had to be here for that.

What exactly is motivating this sudden desire to produce theater?

Oh, it's just a little distraction that's going to take me exactly where I

to be.

For once in my life, I should have listened to you, Gil. Look, you

so worked up about this.

I'm on the front page of the Globe after Collins read me the riot act about

keeping my name out of the press.

I knew this girl had something going on, but I never figured her for such a

sleaze. Hey, hey, she's not a sleaze.

Now, don't start defending her.

Look, why don't you just take your pick of one of the many gorgeous women in

this room and go drown your sorrows between the sheets?

I'm just not a one -night -stand kind of guy.

You know, being Peter Fairchild is really wasted on Peter Fairchild. You

yourself to this higher standard and look where it gets you.

Man, I only wish I had your problems. Put me in your shoes for one day and I'd

really have some fun.

Are you listening to me?

Peter, I'm not able to take your call, so please leave your name and number at

the tone, and I'll get back to you as soon as I can.

Peter, it's Alex.

I didn't want to leave this on your machine, but I'm not sure I'll ever get

chance to see you again in person.

Peter, nothing in this world was worth what I did to you. I wish I had the

to tell you how sorry I am.

The truth is, I think you're the most wonderful guy, and I can't tell you how

horrible I feel.

Is everything okay?

I'm sorry.

This was a mistake.

Obviously.

Can I call your cab?

It's so late.

I'll leave for a thing in the morning.

Good night, Peter.

It's Alex.

I know you'll never return my call, so I had to come and see you in person.

Peter, I begged my editor to pull the story, but he wouldn't because the Globe

is nothing but a filthy tabloid that caters to the lowest common denominator.

And the truth is, I would be better off working behind the counter at Bergdorf's

because then at least I wouldn't be ashamed of what I do.

So, I'll understand if you never want to see me again, but I'm going to spend

the rest of my life trying to redeem myself in your eyes.

Is everything all right?

It's fine.

Alex, she's a friend.

Not that I owe you any explanation.

You know, maybe we are better off never seeing each other again.

It's been nice knowing you, Peter.

You wanted to see me?

Yes, Carrie.

Come in.

Please sit down.

So, you're producing my husband's play?

Yes, and I think it's a wonderful opportunity for both of us.

Don't you?

I certainly hope so.

Because if you hurt Mark in any way, there will be hell to pay.

I'm sure you don't mean that as a threat.

I'm sure that I do.

You know, Stephanie, if I didn't know better, I'd say you're afraid of your

husband's success.

Then you must have flunked Psych 101.

Because I already think of my husband as a success.

And I certainly don't need an arrogant, spoiled little princess implying that

things are otherwise.

I think you've made your point.

Now, if there's nothing else, I've got a play to produce.

Listen, those records better turn up or else your warehouse is going to be

crawling with federal marshals indiscriminately sifting through every

paper you've got.

Fine. But if they're not on my desk by noon tomorrow, I'm issuing a subpoena.

Fairchild, what the hell is this?

Since when do you read the Globe?

I make an exception when one of my attorneys appears on the front page.

do you have any idea how damaging this is? Personally, it's very embarrassing

me. Don't confuse Peter Fairchild's good looks with a shallow sensibility.

The truth is he's a dedicated assistant DA assigned to some of the city's most

delicate cases. He told me that at the present moment, quote, we're going after

people in the mayor's office who have been untouchable for years.

Peter! What could you have been thinking of to mention that sort of thing to

anyone? God knows what will turn up in tomorrow's paper. This is the end, I'm

sure of it. Well, right now I'm not inclined to take your word on anything,

I do know we've got some major damage control ahead of us. Hey, whatever I can

do. Thanks.

But you've done enough already. I'm pulling you off the case.

So when did you suddenly become a producer?

Oh, right around the time Stephanie canceled my column.

By the time I'm through with her, she'll wish she never left Seattle.

Have you ever thought about trying to get along with the people you work for?

That's easy for you to say, Nikki. You don't have to answer to anyone. You own

your business.

Yes, and the headaches to go with it. In fact, I have to get back downtown to

the gallery right now and stack the stack of contracts to a dealer in

All right. Be good.

Taxi? Never.

Where to?

Going across town, 81st and 5th.

And I'm in a hurry.

I missed you, baby.

You're all I've been thinking about the whole day.

Alan, I'm a little tired, so if you don't mind.

I walked down on a stockholder's meeting to be with you.

Don't do that.

Alan, I think... Something you want to tell me?

No.

No?

I've given this a lot of thought, and it only seemed fair that I move in.

At least until I get back on my feet again.

Deanne, how did you get in here?

Your doorman.

He was quite helpful. I promised you'd be leaving a big tip for him tomorrow

morning.

Deanne, listen to me, all right?

I want you and all your crap out of here, now.

Understand?

I'm not leaving, Gail.

And you can't make me leave.

I don't know who to call first.

Melview or the cops?

Well, while you're thinking about it, I'll make you some pasta.

There's enough for two.

But don't count on this becoming a habit.

Next time on Central Park West.

Either you learn to be a little more hospitable or things are going to get

really ugly. So when can I start?

This morning.

I'm trying to give you fair warning.

About Rachel?

Frankly, I don't think I need one. She wants your job and whatever...