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Previously on Central Park West.

Ian Walker, Walker Theatre Group. One of
the great thrills is finding the voices

of the next generation. I think you're
one of those. I'm also willing to offer

you $10 ,000 for the option.

But this is the first time I've ever had
a wife use me to option her husband's

play. You're scum.

The worst kind. Scum with a price tag.

I'm sorry.

Get out!

You're ungrateful. You're ornery. Since
the day I met you, you've been nothing

but trouble.

Gil, you have no idea.

And you're amazing.

I want you to forgive me for going.

very

want to see you again, didn't you
understand?

Look, can we just talk?

I really don't want things to end this
way between us.

Make it quick.

Your wife gets on me like a pit bull
whenever I show up late for work.

I'm sure I've told you that moving to
New York was a very difficult change for

me.

I had a nice life in Seattle.

And I get a lot of satisfaction out of
leaving a pretty simple existence.

Now, I have no illusions about where I
fall in the pecking order of this town,

and frankly, I couldn't give a damn.

But I do care about people, especially
people who've gone out of their way to

help me.

So whatever happens to my play, I won't
consider it a success if it means I lost

the friendship of the person who
believed in me from the start. Spare me

down -home modesty, Mark. I can see
right through you.

Carrie, whether you want to believe me
or not, I'm sincere.

All that time in Seattle must have left
you with quite an appetite.

Because I've never met a man more
famished for success.

I've said my piece.

I just hope we can be friends.

Goodbye, Mark.

And best of luck.

Unfortunately, the chronic informational
leaks we've been experiencing have made

it necessary to incorporate some tighter
security measures.

From now on, all personal passwords will
be reassigned, all computer log -ons

and log -offs will be monitored, and
personal key cards will be mandatory for

all entrances and exits.

While I don't want to diminish the
importance of this problem, at the same

I don't want to inhibit the spirit of
this place or create any undue sense of

paranoia. That's what Nixon said.

Ah, the difference here is I have one,
too.

No one is above the law.

Now, if you have any questions, please
don't hesitate to talk to Frank. He's

security consultant and is doing
everything he can to make this as

possible. Thank you.

Stephanie.

My profile in Harley Morgan is coming in
today.

It's a pretty outrageous piece. You are
going to be stunned.

by what I discovered.

Can't wait.

And as you know, he's the head of one of
the biggest entertainment conglomerates

in the world.

Pulls in close to 35 million a year in
stock options.

Married with three kids.

He's leaving his wife for another man.

Oh, really?

He told you that on the record? Of
course not.

You know, when this story runs, it's
going to turn Hollywood on its head.

Wait a second. It's all hearsay. That
happens to be true.

Tom, you know how much I love your work.

I promise to read this with an open
mind.

Okay? Yeah.

Sure.

Carrie!

How surprising you didn't bother showing
up for our little security debriefing.

Sorry, Stephanie. I had a debriefing of
my own this morning.

Well, not quite.

What can I do for you?

Well, I just want to congratulate you on
Mark's success.

I'm so pleased my efforts have paid off
so impressively.

Thank you.

I'm sure you understand that given the
option between a legitimate, well

-established producer and... Well,
yourself.

Mark had to make the logical choice.

Please, it was a no -brainer.

That's what I told him when he dropped
by my loft this morning.

Really?

That was very thoughtful of you.

Oh, no. Mark's the thoughtful one.

He only came by because he was so
sensitive about my feelings, but I

he has nothing to worry about.

His success is all I care about.

Given the circumstances, that's very
supportive.

How could I feel otherwise?

Your husband is such a loyal man that he
inspires loyalty in others.

But then, of course, I think you know
that, don't you?

I gotta be honest with you. This whole
Alex -Peter on -again, off -again thing

is confusing the hell out of me. The
minute I say something nice about her,

she's out of your life.

And then when I actually admit that I
think she's working you, you're in love

again. Yeah, it's confusing the hell out
of me, too, but there's something about

her that I find exciting.

Yeah, like the heat of battle?

That's over. We've worked things out.

Actually, on again.

Right.

How's the sex?

So far, I'm not complaining.

Ooh, sounds real hot.

You know, I bet you haven't even had any
yet.

Peter, they've already discovered the
next Dalai Lama, so I wouldn't go

overboard on these vows of chastity.

So how's the love of your life, Rachel
Dennis?

I've tried getting to know her, but like
every other hyper -ambitious career

woman in the city, she's on the prowl
for the biggest capitalist tool she can

find.

I don't need that kind of grief.

Good attitude.

Catch me through the day.

See ya.

Take it easy.

Rachel Dennis.

Hi, Rachel. It's Gil.

Who?

Gil Chase, the guy who brought you the
new Heights of Pleasure the other night.

Is that what you thought? Then I deserve
an Oscar for that performance.

How about dinner tonight?

Sorry, but so nice of you to call.

Wait, not just the two of us. I was
thinking maybe it'd be fun for Peter and

Alex to join us.

Really? And how would you and I be
perceived?

As friends, of course.

Well, give me the name of the
restaurant, and maybe I'll drop by and

No. Meet us at my apartment, 8 p .m., or
forget it.

Well, now that you've put it in such a
charming fashion, how can I resist?

Call my assistant with the details, and
I'll see you at 8.

Mickey,

I need to talk to you.

I don't think there's anything further
to discuss.

Please? It's important.

Whatever it is you have to say, better
make it quick.

I'm meeting a client at the gallery.

And bright and funny. A pleasure to
spend time with. Alan, please.

It's you.

It's a mistake to let you go.

You didn't let me go.

I left.

Whatever.

I can't stand losing you.

I'm sorry.

No.

You tripled my rent.

You're trying to put me out of business.
I was hurt and upset.

I'm apologizing.

That's beautiful.

But I can't accept it. Let me take you
to Mystique for the weekend.

Just stay in Sydney.

Okay. I'll think about it.

Now I really got to go.

Honey. Hey.

I'm sorry I'm late. No problem. I just
got the tickets. We've still got ten

minutes. Oh, good.

How was your day?

Pretty good. Yours?

Oh, school was fine, but then I tried
calling Ian Walker all afternoon. I

couldn't get through to him.

Oh, I'm sure he's a very busy man. Yeah,
too busy to take my phone calls,

evidently. He seems to be taking a very
cavalier attitude towards my play.

Maybe you just have to let a guy like
that alone to do his work. I've got some

revisions I want him to see, and I don't
want him sending the play out before he

reads them.

Carrie may have been a neophyte, but at
least she showed some active interest.

Yeah, I heard you dropped by her loft
this morning.

Yeah, as a matter of fact, I did.

Look, Steph, I know how much she bugs
you, so I figured I just wouldn't

anything.

I went over there to pass things up.
After all of her efforts, I felt bad

dumping on her.

Honey, can you do me just one favor?

Keep your distance from her. She's such
a pain to deal with at work.

When I come home, I'd prefer not to have
to hear her name.

I think you're being irrational.

I think you're unnaturally preoccupied.

Fine. And if that's what it takes to
keep the peace, I'll never see her

The name Carrie will never pass my lips.
And if by chance I happen to pass her

on the street, I'll just turn and run
the other way. Will that make you happy?

Yeah. Good. And while you're at it, why
don't you just give me your entire

persona non grata list so we won't run
into these problems in the future.

Okay.

How's it going? Come in.

Appears I'm the first to arrive.

First and only, actually.

Excuse me?

If Peter called to cancel, he has some
court thing he's got to be up early for

tomorrow, so looks like it's just the
two of us.

I bet Peter and Alex were never invited.

Rachel, you have a very suspicious
nature.

No, I just have a very keen sense of
when I'm being set up.

Good night, Gil.

It's funny.

You think you play it cool, but you're
really pretty obvious.

Really? Well, I could never hope to
outwit the clever mind of Gil Chase.

Now tell me, what exactly is it that I'm
after?

Peter. But the thing is, for all your
Eurotrash sophistication, you're totally

clueless about the guy.

Am I?

Well, presuming that you're correct
about my motivations, which I'm not

that you are, I think that we should
play a little game.

For every piece of information that you
tell me about Peter,

I'll give you a little present.

What kind of present?

An item from my wardrobe.

No, I don't think I want to play.

Come on.

We'll start with something easy.

Like... Where did he go to college?

Everybody knows Peter went to Harvard.

Oh, two points.

Has he ever been in love?

Not to my knowledge.

But Peter keeps so much inside, it's
really hard to tell.

And what does he really care about?

Besides his family, of course.

The only thing Peter really cares about
is his work at the DA's office.

And helping people.

He's driven by his altruism.

It's kind of like his father that way.

Ambitious. Totally.

Probably be president before he's 40.

And what about this Alex person?

What does he see in her anyway?

You got me.

Come on, it would be a pity for the game
to end when you're so close to winning

the grand prize.

She's a nice girl.

Catholic school type.

Probably gets off on the challenge.

Ask me something else.

Why is he friends with you?

Rachel, now's not a good moment to bring
that up.

That's all right, darling, because I've
decided to let you win.

This time.

This is looking really good, Jeffrey.

Though I still think that Marvelous
Manhattan Mills has got to come before

East Side Serial Killer piece. I mean,
no one's going to want to look at food

after they read that story.

Okay, you got it, Miss Wells.

Is this next week?

Yeah. What do you think?

Uh, I think I don't see my story up
here.

I'm sorry, Tom. I was just coming to
tell you, legal killed it.

Legal or you?

Look, it may be a great piece of gossip,
but it's all innuendo. Stephanie, I'm

handing you an important story on silver
platter. Vanity Fair would kill for

this profile.

I'm sorry, I won't run an outing piece.

Well, thank goodness it isn't edited
somewhere who still respects privacy.

It's not an issue of privacy.

It's more political than that.

Well, forget politics. That story will
sell more issues of communique than

marvelous Manhattan meals. And isn't
that what you're supposed to be doing?

Carrie, this is really none of your
business.

Tom, I'm sorry. Until you re -edit that
piece, it's just not going to happen.

Run these up to probate on seven.

Here, child.

Hi, it's me.

How's it going?

I'm about to interview an orangutan, if
you can believe it.

What are you talking about?

He's the newest addition to the Central
Park Zoo. His name's Charlie.

Only a journalist of my caliber can
handle this one.

Listen, if I ever get out of there
alive, I'd love to make you dinner

Sounds great. Should I come over to your
place?

No, yours is nicer.

Okay, but I probably won't get home
until eight. I keep my key under the

at the front door.

Alex, wait a second. I thought you
didn't cook.

I got a couple of recipes up my sleeve.

Hey, Alex, let's go.

Gotta go.

See you at eight.

Bye.

Peter?

Rachel, what are you doing here?

It's not a bad time, is it?

Actually, I'm just on my way to court.

Then let me walk you. I hate to be a
nuisance, but I just need a minute of

time. Let's go.

I thought everything was in order when I
left London, but now I'm not so sure.

I didn't expect to get hired so quickly.

And, of course, I assured Stephanie
Wells that I wouldn't have a problem

obtaining a work visa. Well, what makes
you think otherwise?

I was sending all my documents to the
appropriate agencies, but nothing's come

through. My temporary visa expires at
the end of this month, and I'm terrified

that if I'm denied something more
permanent, I'm going to be forced to

Do you have any copies of the documents?

Yeah, everything's right here.

That's a really horrible asking for your
help, Peter, but I just don't know

where else to turn. Don't worry about
it. I'm happy to do it.

What's your citizenship?

Jewel, British and Australian.

I don't see any copies of your passport
or birth certificate. I need those along

with any tax returns. Do you have them?

Can I drop them by your place later?

Whenever. Listen, Rachel, I've got to
run. I'm late for court. Of course.

And thanks for getting down.

You're welcome.

Hi,

if you'd like to leave those revisions,
I'll make sure that Mr. Walker receives

them. If you don't mind, I'd really just
like to say hello.

Fine. But he's on a conference call
right now, and I have no idea how long

going to be.

Mark. Hey.

Sorry to keep you waiting. Oh, no
problem. How are you?

Great. It's good to see you.

Uh, you taking them out in the middle of
the water? No, no, no. I'm fine. I know

you're busy, but I wanted to drop these
off to you in person.

After hearing the play read in the
Hamptons, I, uh...

Really tightened up the second act and
strengthened Douglas' motivation to

his wife. Which always did need some
further justification. Well, that's what

think.

So, anyway, I just wanted the chance to
say hello and how happy I am to be

working with you.

Oh, likewise.

But, you know, don't expect miracles.

I've got to be honest, it could be a
long time, if in fact ever, before this

comes together.

I have faith in you, Ian. That's why I'm
here.

Please, call me after you've read it.

I'm curious to hear what you think about
it. Okay, I'll do that.

All right. It was great seeing you
again. Nice to see you. Okay.

Get me Stephanie Wells.

Ms. Wells, Ian Walker on three.

Ian, what can I do for you?

Get your husband off my back.

What are you talking about? Let's get
one thing straight, Ms. Wells. I agreed

play this deceitful little trick on your
husband as a favor to you.

But I thought we agreed it was a one
-time only performance.

All right, calm down.

Just tell me what happened.

What is happening is that he calls me
incessantly and practically conducted a

sit -down strike in my office until I
agreed to...

I do not have time to take meetings and
field phone calls from your husband for

the rest of my career. And despite the
fact that I always look forward to a

favorable review in communique, my
patience is wearing thin.

Very thin.

All right.

Listen, I'll talk to him, but please
don't say anything.

Well, I guess that all depends on how
well you do your job.

Peter?

Rachel, what can I do for you?

Nothing, actually.

Is Peter in?

Not yet.

I see. Well, he's assisting me with some
personal business and asked that I drop

by this evening.

Appears that he's made other plans.

Well, business before pleasure, if
that's what you want to call it.

I must give you credit, though. You do
set a lovely table.

Though I do hope Peter's not allergic to
garlic.

This bench alone would do him in.

Look, Rachel, I'm afraid I'm going to
have to ask you to leave.

Oh, stop barking, darling.

You weren't hired as a watchdog.

And don't be so sensitive.

As an old friend of Peter's, it's my job
to give his latest flames a hard time.

Exactly what kind of personal business
are you and Peter transacting?

It concerns my immigration status.

Oh, that's right. I forgot you were an
alien.

Perhaps. But at least I'm not an
anachronism.

And what's that supposed to mean?

Well, this whole great notion of yours
that the way to a man's heart is through

his stomach.

And as for the Vestal Virgin, Roxanne,
well, I thought that went out with the

steamship crossing of the Atlantic.

I don't know what you're talking about.

Of course you don't, darling. That's the
whole point.

But let me give you a word of advice.

You can only not sleep with a man for so
long before he starts to catch on that

there must be something amiss.

If you'd like to wait for Peter, feel
free. I'll be in the kitchen.

No, that won't be necessary.

I have plans of my own.

Just see that he gets that, won't you?

Oh, you're too slow.

Yes.

Set up the pick. Here we go.

Guys,

hold off a second, all right? It's my
wife.

Hey. Hey.

Oh,

you're a very sexy man. Yeah, you just
like to see me sway.

I don't think you get off until 8. I got
up early.

Hey, Meryl.

You still playing here?

Yeah, hold on. Go ahead. I don't mind.
No, no, no. I want to be with you.

But I want you to meet a buddy of mine.
Hold on one second.

Okay. All right, guys. I got to roll.

See you, man.

I'll see you next week. All right. Take
care.

Eric, come here a second.

Go with that.

Eric Shanley and my wife, Stephanie
Wells.

Hi. Hi. Nice to meet you.

Eric's an actor. He did this show off
-Broadway and what else?

A soda commercial.

That's great.

Well, it pays the bills. Don't you think
he'd be perfect to play Douglas in my

play? Yeah,

I'm sure he would.

Listen, if your husband can write the
way he shoots hoops, this thing's going

be a big success.

But with Ian Walker attached, I guess
you don't have too much to worry about.

Thanks, Eric.

You bet.

Listen, it was nice meeting you. Nice
meeting you, too.

Now,

this is a nice surprise.

How was your day?

Pretty good.

Looks like that new security system
reinstalled is working.

Seems like the leak has dried up.

That's good news.

Sure is, considering Alan was about
ready to make me the fall guy.

How about you?

Did you ever get through to see him?
Yes. I gave him my revisions, and he

sufficiently enthusiastic that now I
could feel more comfortable about his

commitment. Good. In fact, I'd like to
send Eric in to meet him, just to give

him an idea of the kind of guy I have in
mind for the role.

You really think you have such a good
idea?

Maybe you shouldn't be bothering Ian so
much.

Bothering him?

By sending him an actor? How does that
constitute bothering him? Well, I just

assume he's so busy.

Why are you trying to dig for my
enthusiasm here? I'm not. But as an

works with writers, I just feel like I
have an insight into what Ian might be

thinking. I mean, he may do a nice check
for an option, and maybe you should

just let him do his job.

the company.

Not too much garlic for you? Are you
kidding? I love garlic.

What?

Leave that. I'll get it tomorrow or
sometime next week.

Why don't you go sit on the couch?

Okay.

What's that?

Oh, I forgot to tell you. Rachel Dennis
stopped by earlier to drop this off.

Right, some immigration stuff I'm
working out for.

What's that?

My grandfather brought back a case of
Armagnac from France after the Second

World War.

And this is the last of it.

This stuff is 50 years old.

No offense, but...

It kind of tastes like it.

Oh, sorry.

One thing I can't do is pretend to be
more sophisticated than I am.

Good.

That's one more thing I like about you.

Make love to me.

Peter, wait.

What's wrong?

The truth is I've only slept with one
man in my life, and I thought I was

to marry him.

I forgot it, but you thought people like
me didn't even exist anymore.

That's not true.

I went to this Catholic boys' school
when I was a kid, and there were these

nuns.

Hey, relax. I'm kidding.

But just for the record,

I'm not planning on getting married
anytime soon.

It doesn't matter anymore because those
kind of values, they're unrealistic.

Especially as far as someone like you is
concerned.

Where are you getting these ideas about
me?

It's just that I sue... Alex, I don't
sleep with women who think it's an

obligation.

You know that's not what I meant.

Come here.

I'm happy with this now.

Just the way things are.

You mean that?

Absolutely.

Alan, I've given this a lot of thought.

And I've come to the decision that as
much as I'd like to, there's no real

in continuing this relationship.

No.

Why is that?

Because I just don't see what kind of
possible future we'd ever have together.

I can think of quite a few scenarios.

Long weekends together in the Caribbean
on my yacht, trips to Paris where I

happen to know many wealthy collectors.

These aren't the only things that matter
to me.

Besides, I'm not spending my life with
the other woman, even for Alan Rush.

You may not have to.

And how would that be possible?

I'm leaving Linda.

for a long time.

Please, don't do it for me.

Don't flatter yourself.

And when would you be planning on taking
this step?

Trust me,

the ball is in motion.

John!

Well, if it isn't Mrs. Fairchild in the
flesh.

How's the air up there, anyway?

Oh, pretty thin, as you might imagine.

Oh, don't forget, the only thing that
kills a reporter is... your fashion and

drink is money. Oh, well, there's no
worries here. I'm as destitute as ever.

The truth is, this relationship is
inspiring me. Really? How?

Well, just last night I came up with a
great idea for a story.

I want to do a piece on the British
invasion.

What the hell is that?

Hateful British people who moved to the
States and steal decent American jobs.

Like Rachel Dennis, for instance, the
new fashion editor of Communique.

She's a conniving bitch on wheels who
split her mother's throat for a fashion

spread. I know if I did the research,
the skeletons would just tumble out.

Plenty of them.

Start with the editor of The Sun. Tell
him I told you to call. You'll get a

out of this. I'm on it.

Rachel Dennis.

I've got this little memory loop that I
keep playing over and over again in my

head. It begins as you very slowly
remove your stockings and ends as I bury

face. Gil, I'm a very busy girl. I don't
have time for your adolescent

fantasies. Now, is there any other point
to this call?

I went for a run with Peter this morning
and I have a little tidbit of

information that you might find
interesting.

Well, let's hear it.

Not now. My place tonight. I have a
little game of my own I'd like to play.

I'll think about it.

Right now I have much more urgent
business to attend to.

Nicky Sheridan.

Nicky? This is Linda Rush.

Linda, what a surprise. What can I do
for you? We have something to talk

Can you come to my townhouse tomorrow
afternoon?

I'm not sure. I'll have to check my
calendar.

I just checked it for you. You're free.

Okay. I'll see what I can do.

Three o 'clock.

And this meeting must remain strictly
confidential.

You are to tell no one. Not Carrie.

Not Peter.

No one. Do you understand?

Yes, of course.

Fine. Then I'll see you tomorrow at
three.

All right, that's it. Okay.

Looks like another winner.

Thank you.

And I'm delighted to see that you held
firm on your decision to kill the Harley

Morgan profile.

I know it's not exactly winning me
popularity contests. That's one reason I

production to give it a quick
turnaround.

This issue goes to press tonight, and
I'll have a first -found copy on my desk

tomorrow morning before Tom raises any
more of a stink.

It must give you a wonderful sense of
relief when you finally close an issue.

Relief and amazement that it actually
came together.

Even though it's never quite what you
hoped it'd be, you still feel the

impossible has been achieved once again,
at least until tomorrow.

Just the thought of it terrifies me.

Oh, don't tell me you never think about
it. No, I know my capabilities and they

do not extend to doing your job.

No, no, I'm quite content in my little
corner.

Well, that makes you the first content
human being I've met since I moved here.

Can I walk you out?

Unfortunately, I don't be here most of
the night.

I've got to rewrite an article for next
week's issue.

So much for that marvelous sense of
accomplishment.

I guess that's why they pay you the big
bucks.

Yeah, right. Have a great night.

Cheers.

You had something that you wanted to
tell me?

Just that I think you're the most
beautiful woman I've ever met.

I was looking forward to hearing
something I didn't already know.

Never kiss me without asking.

You've got a problem with intimacy. I
understand.

I can help you.

Listen, Gil, I've had a very long day.
Now say your piece and then I really

to go. Rachel, I've known Peter since
college.

Seen him through a lot of relationships.

I've never seen him fall for anyone as
hard and fast as he's fallen for this

Alex chick. Now, I don't want to see you
humiliate yourself.

I think that you should concentrate your
attention on someone who can really

care about you.

I see.

So, Peter's in love with Alex, hmm?

It's a deep infatuation at the very
least.

Well, then it's up to you to see that he
becomes disenchanted with her company.

I can't do that, Rachel.

Well, unfortunately, you'll never again
enjoy the pleasure of mine.

Good night.

So much for my favorite haunt.

What are you doing here?

Just soaking up some local color.

Where's Stephanie?

Oh, let me guess. You got it.

I imagine it must get tiresome playing
the perpetual work widow.

Can I buy you a drink?

Yes, I'd like a glass of champagne from
the fresh bottle, please.

Aren't you meeting somebody?

Oh, that would mean I make plans and I
never make plans.

or the death of all possibility.

It's strange that you would choose to
while away your lonely hours in a bar

where you knew you might run into me.

The thought did cross my mind.

So you do think about me?

Of course I do. I think about your
support, your friendship.

And what else?

What would you like me to say?

You think about us, particular?

Gary, you can't seem to leave that
particular fantasy alone.

Well, that's because it has such a firm
foundation in reality.

Not as long as I'm married, it doesn't.

Would you like to join me for dinner?

Why? So you can run back to my wife and
tell her we spent time together?

Like you did the morning I dropped by
your apartment? I'm sorry I didn't

our relationship was such a sensitive
issue. I hope I didn't get you in

It's fine.

Well, this time I promise.

Not a word.

Well.

Then it would be nice to have dinner
with a friend.

Okay.

Sorry, Stephanie.

Lost me with a betrayal decision.

Carrie, I've got to get to the office.

I'll see you later. Careful, Rachel.

One more gold star for good attendance
and you won't have any room left on your

report card.

Right.

For everyone from layout, production,
and security, I want to see them in the

conference room immediately.

When I left at 11 o 'clock last night, I
had signed off on every page of the

galleys. How in God's name did an
article that I rejected find its way

proof of the magazine? Obviously, it was
an inside job.

Somebody who had access knew where our
files were.

I want a list of everyone who accessed
this office between 10 last night and 6

.m. this morning. No problem. I
cannot...

Work under these conditions.

I want this resolved today.

Understand? Yes, Miss Wells.

Stephanie, what's wrong?

Take a look at this.

You put the highly molded profile back
in? I didn't do it.

But I have a fairly strong suspicion I
know who did.

Somebody wake up Carrie Fairchum. Get
her in here.

Can I get you something to drink?

No, I'm fine. Thank you.

Mrs. Rush will be with you shortly.

That's one of my favorites.

I adore it, Mom.

Alan gave it to me for my birthday
five... No, six years ago.

Linda, how are you?

Very well.

Thank you for coming, Nikki.

My pleasure.

I'm sure you wondered why I asked you
all the way up here under this cloak of

secrecy.

I'll admit to being slightly intrigued.

There's some business I'd like to
discuss with you.

And actually it regards the painting you
were just admiring.

Really? What'd you put the value at?

I don't know. Perhaps as much as four
million.

I think I could get five.

And I'd like you to sell it for me.

Very quietly.

I don't want the province known. I don't
want my name involved in any way. I

just want the cash.

Can you do that?

I don't think that's possible.

The art world is very small. People
talk.

For 10 % commission, I'm sure you can
find a way to maintain secrecy.

Linda, I know this is none of my
business, but is your husband aware of

You're right.

It isn't any of your business.

Then we have a deal?

Why me?

Aren't there more established dealers
with more experience in these sort of

sales? You're a friend of my children.

In this case, I just wanted someone I
could trust.

Fine.

Then you can count on me.

Thank you.

You wanted to see me?

Gary.

Someone sneaked in here late last night
and switched the boards, putting that

story I killed back in the magazine.

Well, if you ask me my opinion, I think
that someone did you a favor.

Someone?

You mean you.

You're not accusing me of this one, are
you?

Your card key was used to gain access to
the magazine at 11 o 'clock last night.

Well, that's impossible. I was at the
zinc bar having dinner.

With your husband.

Oh, really?

Yes, and if you don't believe me, ask
him yourself.

Oh, I will.

Right now.

Get my husband on the line, please.

It's urgent.

Steph?

Oh, everything's fine.

I just have one question for you. Did
you have dinner at the zinc bar last

with Carrie?

You dragged me out of class to ask me
that.

What is she telling you now?

She contends that the two of you had
dinner, a dinner that would have lasted

least until 11 o 'clock.

Look, I ran into her at the bar for five
minutes.

And that was it?

That was it. Now, am I off the hook?
Because I've about had it with the

accusations.

I'm sorry, sweetheart.

That's the last time I ever bring up her
name again.

Likewise. Now, I've got to get back to
work. I'll see you tonight.

Well, so much for your alibi.

Mark says that he ran into you for five
minutes last night, early in the

evening. Nothing more.

Well, he's wrong, and I have plenty of
witnesses that saw us there together.

Oh, you mean friends who are willing to
lie for you?

Sorry, Gary.

I'm inclined to believe my husband.

I get it.

You set me up. Well, now there is a
paranoid spin.

You know, Carrie, I know you're supposed
to be untouchable around here, but I

think when Alan understands the
circumstances surrounding my decision to

you, he's not only going to support it,
he's going to applaud it.

Well, he always does when his little
puppets perform for him.

Carrie, please clean out your desk and
leave now.

Before this gets any uglier than it has
to.

I'll indulge you in this little charade.

But don't expect any mercy when I come
back.

And I will be back.

Just remember, keep using your
imagination.

Write all you want. Write everything
down. And do your assignments.

Okay? Real cute, Mark. That little game
that you and Stephanie are playing. What

are you talking about?

Seems to me you're the only one playing
games here.

Running to my wife every time we get
together, trying to make her believe

having an affair.

Someone broke into the magazine last
night, rearranged some coffee, and

me for it. Our dinner together was my
alibi, but somehow I think you know

The only thing I know for sure is we
probably need to keep our distance from

each other for a while.

Oh, wow.

Since the gloves are off, I think you
should know the truth. I never read your

book.

What? I never read your book. I was
never interested in your play.

You're nothing but a little game to me.

How far could I string along that over
-inflated ego of yours until you started

to think you were someone special?

I don't believe you. Believe it.

It was fun. I enjoyed it.

Except for one disappointment.

You were never man enough to sleep with
me.

I was the best seat in the house for
Calvin's show. Why not wear in a winter

last year? That's where I want to sit
this year.

That'll be all.

Well, stop the press if it isn't the
tabloid queen herself.

Hello, Rachel.

Nice office.

Then again, I expected nothing less.

Thank you.

Now, to what do I owe the honor of this
visit?

Actually, I'm doing a story.

Really?

About what?

It's all about this very fascinating
young woman who crawled out of a ditch

the Australian outback and slept her way
up the ladder.

all the way into a high -powered
editorial position at a British fashion

magazine.

Unfortunately, her reputation became so
thoroughly tarnished that she had no

recourse but to leave London and try to
ply her trade on the other side of the

Atlantic.

And who might your sources be for these
sterling bits of information?

The woman's ex -husband's lawyer, for
one.

He's filled with all sorts of scandalous
tales he can't wait to share.

He began to enumerate this long list of
extramarital liaisons, and I told him to

fax them to me instead.

International phone charges being what
they are.

Those sounds positively naughty.

Now, what's your point? Just that I plan
to nail your ass to the wall and have a

wonderful time doing it.

Sorry, darling, not if I get you first.

Central Park West.

I think we have a mutual nemesis here.
Deep down, I'm really a very nice girl.

fired Carrie.

It's what I call two birds with one
stone.

I'll tell you everything tonight. No!
Tell me everything right now, starting

with the truth. I wasn't sure whether
you'd show.

I wouldn't have missed such a special
occasion.