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Previously on Central Park West. Carrie, you can have your job back. What I want

is a raise and a promotion.

I like the way Executive Editor sounds.

Look familiar?

That's how you thought you'd buy your freedom?

Selling my painting?

No. You know. Of course I know!

I bought the damn thing.

Again. I'm in love with you.

Oh, I'm flattered. Alex, you have no reason to be jealous of Rachel.

Peter, don't you realize that she'll keep at it until I do have a reason?

I'm sorry.

I love you.

I love you, too.

First and foremost, I'm your friend.

Hey, Speed Devil, you're getting pretty good at this.

Yeah, I'm going to start blading to work.

Oh, right. I can just picture you cruising down Fifth Avenue and watching

one on the side of a bus. Don't sit past me. I'm a very surprising person.

I've just got to tell you something.

I'm very happy right now.

I mean, I know this has been a tough move, but when we're out here together

this, you look up and you realize we live right here.

I'm beginning to feel like we made the right decision.

You had your job?

No, I didn't.

I know you didn't.

I'm adjusting rapidly.

You're the best.

Am I?

Hey.

Hey.

No rollerblading in the lobby.

Well, you go. I'll be in in a sec.

Did anyone tell you that it's dangerous to leave your apartment unlocked in

Manhattan? Carrie, what are you doing here?

I came by to pitch an idea to Stephanie.

She's in the shower.

Well, then I guess it's up to you to entertain her.

You want us to get caught?

We won't be quick.

The only thing that's going to be quick is your exit.

Please, please. I'm going to see you again. Promise?

Promise.

Thank you.

So, are you ever going to tell me who this girl was?

Why torture yourself? I told you it's over.

How do I know that? Because I said so.

Better question might be, why were you trying to cash out of this marriage?

I already told you.

I had to try and protect myself.

Come on.

You're never leaving me, Linda.

Thank you.

You're supposed to go out and have affairs and I'm supposed to look the

way? It'll probably be easier for you that way.

No. It would probably be easier for me if I filed for divorce and walked away

with half your fortune.

And you can have all the darlings as you want and trust me.

So will I.

You try it, sweetheart. You know what they'll be calling your biography?

From society lady to bag lady.

Reggie, get my car.

I'm going to work. Yes, sir. Work hard, darling. You'll need all the money you

can get.

Nikki Sheridan. Tell me, Nikki, did my husband pay you a bonus to humiliate me?

Linda, trust me.

I had no idea.

In fact, I just found out this morning that it was Alan who purchased the

Renoir. How did he find out? I have no idea.

But since he legally owns the piece, I won't be getting my commission either.

How dare you think about your commission after what you did to me, you idiot.

Linda!

Right now, I'm more concerned about how your husband's going to deal with me.

If he wants to, he can ruin my career.

I don't even care enough to bother about you.

Anyway, I think this little affair is over.

I'm glad to hear it.

I still wish I knew who that girl was.

Maybe you should just let it go.

I mean, it seems like the last thing you would want to do is antagonize your

husband.

Obviously, he's an extremely vindictive man.

And that happened to be an extremely vindictive woman.

Good morning.

And how is that new executive editor?

Finding ever more imaginative ways to lay about?

No offense, Rachel, but that brittle wit of yours doesn't cut it in New York.

It's way too obvious.

I see.

Well, you just came in here to insult me, then rather well done.

Now, if you'll excuse me.

I've got a real job to attend to.

Well, so do I, but I'm finding it very difficult to be without an office.

Well, since you're only here about three hours a day, why don't you just call a

court in the cappuccino bar?

That wouldn't be too much of an inconvenience.

Well, it's a big inconvenience, actually.

And looking at all the available space around here, it seems like the only

suitable office is yours.

Right. I'm serious. I want you to go to Stephanie and tell her you're

volunteering your office to me. Like hell I will.

Rachel, unless you've forgotten, I have enough dirt on you to blow you right out

of your pump.

Carrie, for God's sake.

I thought we settled this little score.

In fact, I was looking forward to redeeming our thank you.

I have a decorator coming at noon, so I suggest you go to Stephanie to arrange a

spare cubicle.

Those things can go on forever.

Run the entire text over this photo. I want it readable, but not so

that it obliterates the image.

Okay?

Stephanie, I have a word with you. Follow me to the conference room. I've

sales meeting scheduled with Alan in two minutes.

Look, I hate to do this, but I need your help.

Terry Faisal just goose -stepped into my office and commented under the

authority of her new title. What? She can't do that.

I hope not.

You know, Rachel, I have more than enough on my plate without having to

with the megalomania of the owner's stepdaughter.

I'm sorry, I just don't know what else to do.

No, I'm not upset with you.

I'm going to settle this with Alan once and for all.

Alan, thanks for coming down.

Oh, it's okay. I own the place. I enjoy paying a visit every so often.

Of course. Well, before we get started, there's something I need to discuss with

you.

Discuss.

Appointing Carrie executive editor was a mistake.

She's taken on these ridiculous delusions of power that are completely

disruptive. Just now she tried to throw Rachel out of her office so that she

could take it for herself.

Stephanie, I didn't trek all the way down here to listen to some tedious crap

about my stepdaughter. And if that's what's dominating your time around here,

this magazine's in bigger trouble than I thought.

Communicate to him, Jeff. Carrie, it's your problem, not mine.

If I ever hear her name again...

I'm going to take it as an indication that you are no longer capable of

your position.

Have you got it?

Of course.

Well, let's jump in. Reschedule it.

You've already annoyed me too much for one day.

Desmond, hurry.

I'll see what I can do.

That's all right. We'll indulge in this little fancy for now.

But the last thing I want to do is get you in hot water.

Hey, thanks for lunch.

Please, that's the way I bought your surprise party. It's the least I can do.

Leave it alone. I'm over it.

Peter, I've got a confession to make.

I've been really bad friends.

Yeah, how so?

Rachel, Rachel's been using me to get to you.

She did know about the surprise party. In fact, she practically demanded that I

go, and then she went behind my back to take you out, pretending she didn't know

a thing.

It's bad news, man.

It's hard to believe she'd go to all that trouble.

Believe me, I don't blame you.

It gets worse.

You've been sleeping with me, but the truth is all she really talks about is

you. Like I'm supposed to somehow help her to get you to fall for her or

something. Why would you sleep with her if you knew she was interested in me?

The sex is incredible.

Like world class.

I wasn't even going to tell you because now I'm afraid you'll go after her. And

the truth is I really like her. Come on, Gil. After what you just told me,

where's your self -respect? I have none.

At least when it comes to Rachel.

Weird as it sounds, I've got some hard feelings for this girl. Well, you don't

have to worry about any competition from me. I have absolutely no feelings,

period. I sure wish you'd tell her that.

I just need to know if she still wants to be with me after she finds out she

can't have you.

Fine.

I'll talk to her.

We're in good shape through the end of the month, but then I see some big holes

warming. Hey, I'm still putting my society dunking piece I've got this blue

blood socialite ready to go on the record about her smack addiction. Huh?

her to sell it to Hard Copy because I ain't buying it.

Well, Calvin is having his fifth store on Madison.

We'll do something, but we're already fashion heavy this month.

What about the idea I picked for you yesterday?

Oh, right.

Women and cigars.

I'm getting a canker sore just thinking about it.

Come on, guys, let's start cooking.

Reverse migration.

What? You know, how west coasters are moving east.

You know what's happening because you're a part of it.

Are they going to change the city? Will they renew it or destroy it?

That's not a bad idea.

Fine. But not from such a negative perspective.

Let's make it more observational. Maybe even first person.

Angle it so it poses the question, are the two coasts actually two separate

Americas or just a dual expression of a single national culture?

Let's not turn it into a term paper.

Writer's suggestions.

How about Tom Wolfe?

No, no, no. I want a non -New Yorker. Joan Didion just moved back up from L

a couple of years ago. She'd be perfect.

I can't even get her on the phone, let alone sign her a story.

How about Mark Merrill?

He can write from his own experience, and I'm sure he's available.

Not a good idea.

What's wrong with your husband?

There's nothing wrong with him. I just think it would be a conflict of

Of course.

Okay, I got a three o 'clock.

Anybody has any bright ideas, email me ASAP.

One of his pieces from the same series go for 20 % above the estimate at

Sotheby's auction last spring. I can't go below $45. At $50, this is already a

steal.

Fine.

$42 ,500.

But don't you dare tell anyone I gave it away at this price.

Yes, they'll be in all day tomorrow.

Okay. Thank you.

Mickey Sheridan. You should have held firm at 50.

Excuse me?

You heard me. You're having the slightest idea how to negotiate.

Letting that piece go at 42 .5.

All right. Just give it away.

You're tapping my phone.

Baby, I am tapping your life.

What a wonderful surprise.

Oh,

now, don't worry. I don't think little Stephanie ever makes it down to cell.

Inside, we need to talk.

And despite what's going on between us, I want you to know that I respect my

wife. And I don't derive any kind of kinky pleasure out of throwing her a

thing in her face.

Well, I'm going to be more discreet.

You can't believe I'm standing here discussing discretion with you.

In fact, I don't even know what I'm doing here.

I wish your wife had the same amount of respect for you as you seem to feel for

her.

What are you talking about?

Well, just this afternoon, I suggested you as a writer for a story on the West

Coast migration to Manhattan.

Stephanie didn't think it was a very good idea, to put it mildly.

The inference was that she doesn't trust your ability.

Certainly not enough to put her own reputation on the line.

You brought up my name?

And she shot it down point blank.

Mark, I don't play games with someone I have feelings about.

It infuriates me to sit by and watch Stephanie ignore your talent when she

so much noise about being so supportive.

She's using you as an emotional clutch to prop up her own ambitions.

It's not that way.

So tell me how it is.

Hey, I've been looking for that.

Why? Is this your lucky shirt? It is now.

Let's have dinner tonight.

Okay. With my mother.

You know, I think I might have to work late. Alex, you're going to have to meet

her sometime.

Not until I've had my name surgically changed to Muffy or Binky.

She's not like that.

Is your stepfather going to be there? Because in case you forgot, I've met him

already, and I'd rather not repeat that experience.

Don't worry about Alan. He just likes the sound of his own bark.

Alex, this is important to me.

What if she doesn't like me?

Are you kidding? She's going to be crazy about you.

How can you be so sure?

Because I am.

Oh, my God.

Oh, my God.

Oh, my.

Why are you reading that if it makes you so upset? Because tonight that party

was going for Brett Easton Ellis, and his new book is great, but I just don't

think I can make it through this one.

Oh, relax.

After all the ruckus that book caused, I'm sure he's sick of talking about it.

Yeah, but I'm trying to get him to write a piece for the magazine, if we can

come up with the right subject.

So, you want him to write for you. How come?

Well, you know, obviously he's in Maine.

And I just keep feeling like I'm using the same five people over and over.

It's hard to find good writers.

How about me?

Oh, God.

You know I'd love to use you.

No, how would I know that?

Well, I just always felt it would be awkward, you know, for you to write for

magazine that I was editing.

I don't have a problem with it if you don't.

I guess it's the right idea came along.

Like what about people moving to New York from the West Coast?

I didn't realize we were playing a game of cat and mouse.

Okay, I admit Carrie called me yesterday.

Oh, what did she tell you? Well, the truth apparently that she suggested me

writer for the story, but you shot it down.

I can't shoot it down.

I said it would be a conflict of interest.

So in other words, I'm penalized for being your husband.

Mark, you know I would love to have you write for Communique.

But I've had this job less than three months.

I mean, it's been a trial by fire. You know that.

Could you at least wait until I feel a little more secure?

So hiring me would put your job in jeopardy. Meanwhile, if you're dying to

assign a story to a writer, you need a cast -iron stomach to read.

No.

Do you understand?

No, I do understand.

I understand that you have your work and I have mine. And the best thing for

both of us is if we just keep them separate.

Mark! I'm late for work.

Brett, you can't go by my opinion because I think American Psycho was

Okay, well, is your editor coming tonight? Because I think she's very

Yeah? All right. I'll see you tonight. Bye.

Karen, since your promotion to executive editor came about rather unexpectedly,

I didn't get a chance to review our management policies with you.

Such as?

Our staff meetings are confidential, and we don't discuss editorial decisions

outside the magazine, like you did with Mark.

Stephanie, I just think you're making a mistake.

A good writer's a good writer, no matter who they're married to.

Unfortunately, life is never quite as simple as you make it out to be.

It wouldn't help either Mark or me if people think I hired him because he's my

husband. Look, Dorothy, you're not in Kansas anymore. Who's going to care?

Your stepfather, for one.

Oh, please. Alan doesn't care if both of the clown write the story, as long as

it is yourself.

The bottom line is, it's my call.

And if you can't respect that, then don't bother coming to the staff

All right, understood.

Don't have to cause me problems at home.

Don't flatter yourself.

I'm so glad you called.

Your papers.

You've got an extension on your visa. There's an application for a green card.

But I've been assured there will be no problems.

Oh, Peter, I am so grateful.

Just today I was thinking, what if they send me back to London?

Knowing my ex -husband would do whatever he could to make my life miserable.

Now you don't have to worry about that.

Lunch is on me.

To thank you for all you've done for me.

You've paid for enough of my meals lately.

Are you angry about the other night?

The surprise party?

No, I'm not angry.

But I want you to know, even though I appreciate your interest in me, I can't

return it.

I see.

Well, thanks for putting it bluntly. And unfortunately, I can't stay for lunch.

I've got too much work.

But have anything you like. I've already arranged for the bill.

I didn't want to be angry.

Well, at least I've learned never to wear my heart on my face.

Rachel, if you were only that stupid.

Free me of all of your best borders.

Sure.

It's actually considered blight to talk to her. I'm sorry. I just have a lot on

my mind.

Well, whatever's bugging you, I have the perfect solution.

Buy something.

Carrie, I can't even think about buying a suit right now. Oh, just try it on,

and it'll only take five minutes.

I'm on it with you.

So, what do you think?

She'll take it.

No, I won't.

Carrie, listen, business is pretty bad right now.

Well, my business is very good right now, so I'll lend you the money, I

Terry, I'm not fixing the suit. I don't want the suit. The suit will not solve

my problem.

You think it's a problem?

I'm telling you, you cannot go wrong with these local TV stations. I mean,

sooner or later, some of those are going to combine.

Hey, what's going on?

Where the hell is Bill Tate?

Huh? I demand to see him.

Let go of me.

What did you say?

Get off me.

Rachel. What did you say to Peter? He's locked up. Yeah, and you're confusing

me.

What the bloody hell are you staring at, huh?

Let's not do this, Claire.

Get... Ow!

Get... I can walk by myself. I'm sorry.

By myself.

Rachel. Rachel.

Peter doesn't care about you. Trust me.

He will. No, he won't. I told him.

He what?

I told him everything.

We've been sleeping together.

They've been using me to get to him about the night of the surprise party.

Rachel, calm down.

How are you going to be sorry you ever met me? I already am sorry.

Rachel, the only reason that I let you treat me like this is because I care

about you.

I want to be with you.

Are you mad?

Look at you.

And you're off the rack seat, sitting at your little cubbyhole behind your

little screen.

You may be a grandson in bed, darling, but out of it is strictly bush bling.

You feel sorry for her?

Well, Stephanie, she's only 17 years old. Everybody already hates her. And I

think, professionally speaking, it helps to be at least 22.

Where's your wife?

Sucking up to the guest of honor.

I'm saying.

Oh, I see.

Come with me. I want you to meet a few people.

George Thompson, my favorite journalist.

George has written loads of pieces for Communique. That is a successful resume.

You know Mark Merrill, don't you? No, we haven't met, but I'm a fan of your

work. Thank you very much.

Well, he's a brilliant writer. I'm sure you've heard of his novel, Bright

Heaven. Oh, I love that book. Truly loved it. Absolutely.

Thank you. I'm surprised you even heard of it. Oh, it should have been a huge

success. You must have had a bad publisher, that's the reason you... Are

working on anything now?

Uh, just this scotch.

Suzanne Dock, great agent. She only handles bestsellers.

Who represents you?

At this point, it feels like Carrie does.

I'm just desperate to get him to write for Communiqué, but his wife's the

and she won't care.

That's ridiculous.

I'll speak to Stephanie about this. Speak to me about what? What is this

nonsense about your banning your husband from the pages of your magazine?

I don't know how this got started. I tried to tell them it's okay.

Stephanie doesn't want to be accused of nepotism. Ah, nepotism.

Without nepotism, this city would absolutely shut down.

I feel like I've entered enemy territory.

Oh, look at it this way. At least you're sleeping with him already.

Honey, they were just kidding.

Even if they were, they think I'm some kind of ogre, which I guess I must be.

No, you're not.

Now, if you're giving this a lot of thought, then I think you're right. I

shouldn't write for your magazine. Mark, please, listen.

I want you to have all the success you deserve.

Look, you were afraid of nepotism. Now I'm afraid people are going to think I'm

just riding your coattail.

Just stop being afraid of what people think.

Let's just do what we want.

And I really want you to write that story.

I'll let my agent give you a call.

You have the most beautiful home I have ever seen, Mrs. Ross.

It doesn't even look like a home. It looks like a museum.

I beg your pardon? I mean, all this art and everything's so perfect. You'd never

know anybody actually lives here.

Really? Alex meant that as a compliment, Mother.

Well, of course.

I'm sorry. Maybe it came out wrong.

No, it didn't.

It is a damn museum.

Now, sometimes I fantasize about getting rid of it all.

Putting a big screen...

TV, right there.

Yes, that would make the place nice and cozy.

I believe we have met.

Yes. This time I'm hoping it goes a little better.

Well, maybe if you'd been as straightforward then as you are now.

I'll keep that in mind next time I try to interview you.

What exactly is it that you do as... Oh, I'm... I assumed you knew.

I'm a reporter.

For the time?

No, the globe.

Well, that's how Peter and I met.

Alex needed my help for an article.

My mother only reads the Times.

Well, unfortunately, we can't all work there.

No.

You know, I may have a story for you.

Really? Oh, Mr. Ruff, that'd be very great. I don't think we should discuss

right now.

No, no, no, of course not.

Call my office, make an appointment.

I will.

If you'll excuse me, I have to make a call.

Just a minute.

A minute here, a minute there.

Perhaps I should tell him to hold in it.

Hello? It's me.

What do you want?

Just a thank you.

I thought you had to have it. You look so good in it.

What are you talking about?

Check your closet, baby.

Check this.

Yeah, hello?

Peter, I'm sorry.

Did I wake you?

Is everything okay?

Yes, everything's fine. I was just wondering, this girl that you brought to

dinner last night, are you serious about her?

I guess so, yeah.

I see. Who is it?

May I ask why?

Look, is there a problem?

Peter, you know I'm the last person to interfere.

And I can see what appeals to you about her.

She's ambitious?

Outspoken? Do we have to discuss this now?

You know I'm only thinking of you.

I'll talk to you soon.

Obviously that was your mother.

She doesn't like me, does she?

Alex, listen, it's not worth discussing.

I'm not good enough for you, is that it?

That's not what she said.

But that's what she meant.

Listen, I know my mother. Sometimes it takes her a little while to warm up to

people. I can tell you right now, she's never going to warm up to me.

I'm not her type.

Which, by the way, is fine with me.

What's that supposed to mean? She's never worked a day in her life. She

out the reflected glory of the men she marries.

I'm sorry. I know she's your mother.

Obviously, you don't know her at all, but she was right about one thing. You

have a big mouth.

She said that?

At least I have the decency to say what I mean right to somebody's face.

Listen, if you two don't like each other, I don't want to be put in the

Oh, no. I don't want to come between you and your mother.

You know, now that you've met my family, Alex, I can tell you I'm in no rush to

meet yours.

Rachel, you're running late for your call. Margaret fell in love with me.

God damn.

Why didn't you even tell me?

I'm not going to catch a cab at this hour.

You won't have to. We've got a limo downstairs.

I do?

Yes, of course I do.

Don't be Mr. Lagerfeld.

I see the note. Let me take it earmarked.

you cleaned out the piggy bank for a 10 -minute jury run.

Obviously, you don't know me very well.

Gil, you're not exactly a man of mystery.

And apparently, you're not going to be making a social register any time soon.

What's the point?

I admit, right now may just be a broken thought. That's because you have to

start somewhere.

I'm going to be somebody, Rachel.

You may not believe it, but it doesn't matter, because I do.

And who exactly are you going to be?

Exactly who you're looking for.

Someone with money and all it can buy.

Well, you certainly know how to sweet -talk a girl.

There's just one catch.

This gravy train only makes one stop.

You can either get on right now, or I can lift you off the next corner and

test. I had no idea you were so ambitious.

Rachel, I meant what I said.

I really care for you.

I know what you want, and I want to be the one to visit you.

You have no idea what you're living yourself in for.

Oh, yes, I do.

Carrie, I just wanted you to know you can stop acting as Mark's publicity

pitbull. I've agreed to let him write a piece for the magazine.

Oh, that's great. Is it a reverse migration story?

As a matter of fact, it is.

Can I assume I'll be his editor?

Oh, please, Carrie, you don't know the first thing about editing a story.

Well, I know that the story was my idea, and I know that I'm the one that

suggested Mark and had to fight to get him the assignment.

And I know that if anyone else at this magazine had done all that, they would

in charge of the tea.

So tell me, Stephanie, what problems do you have with me?

I just had no idea you actually intended to edit articles.

Well, there are a lot of things I intend to do around here.

Stephanie, your husband's on line one.

Hi, honey.

Tell me if you hate this idea.

Sidebar for the article.

The Seven Wonders of Manhattan.

I like it.

Do you really?

I'm telling you, I haven't been able to concentrate all day. All I can think

about is this piece.

I wish all my writers would get this excited.

There's one thing you should know, though.

Terry insists on being your editor.

Well, isn't that up to you?

Well, the way it works, whoever brings in the writer is responsible for the

piece.

She's never done this before.

Don't worry, I'll do such a great job, she won't have to do a thing.

But it is your first piece, and it really helps to work with someone good.

Don't worry about me, Steph. I'm just happy to be writing it. I don't care who

my editor is.

Okay. Thank you.

This is Nikki Sheridan.

I'm not here to take your call, so either try me at the gallery or leave a

message at the sound of the phone.

Hi, baby.

Ooh, I wish I was with you right now.

I'd wash your back, rub your shoulders, make sure you had a nice glass of

champagne instead of that second -rate Chardonnay you're drinking.

Don't worry, baby.

but me

where is

it where's the camera uh which one perverted doesn't it give you a sense of

security nikki to know that no matter where you go no matter what you do

I should have called, but I couldn't. It's okay.

He probably had me followed. I shouldn't even be here. God, Peter.

Nikki, everything's going to be okay.

Just tell me what's wrong.

The man I've been seeing.

Yes, my phone's bugged. He's watching me. Watching you? How?

He has cameras in my apartment.

Hey, this guy is sick.

Just now.

He called me, and I was in the bath.

Tell me who he is. I can't. Why are you protecting him? He's torturing you. Just

hold me.

I still want to feel safe for a minute.

Good morning. Good morning.

How are you doing?

Fine. Maybe just wondering how I ended up here.

Oh, let's see.

Last night you came over here very upset, as I recall.

And I wanted to make you feel better.

But instead we got ourselves into this mess.

I forgot how much I missed you.

Me too.

The last night was... I just needed someone to be there.

And I got carried away.

We both did.

And it's okay.

Nobody ever has to know about this.

Vicki, you know I'm never going to be able to go after this guy who's

you unless you tell me his name.

I can't. What are you so damned afraid of?

Unless you take some action, it's only going to get worse.

God, I hope you're wrong.

I know I'm right.

Peter, it's Alan.

Alan?

Alan Rush.

Oh, my God.

Remember that weekend last summer at your place in the Hamptons? He started

calling me after that while I was still seeing you.

What? And after you and I had cooled off... Well, Alan can be very persuasive

and seductive when he wants to be.

He subsidized my gallery at a time when I needed help.

He brought me a lot of influential buyers.

There were even times when we had fun.

Nikki, he's my mother's husband. I know.

I know. Don't think I'm not wracked with guilt about that.

You hate me.

No.

No, I don't hate you.

So what happened when you broke it off?

He just kept trying to pull me back in, and when I told him it was really over,

he raised the rent on my gallery, he tapped my telephone, he bugged my

with TV cameras, and God only knows what he's planning to do next.

I can't lie to you, Peter.

I'm scared as an ant.

It's going to be okay.

Promise me you won't.

Tell him you know.

Or anyone else, for that matter.

Nikki, all I can promise is I'm going to do whatever it takes to get him to

leave you alone.

Forever.

I love this idea of raincoats with nothing on underneath.

They're like glasses.

Exactly. But the models are taking themselves so seriously.

They feel the fun out of it.

You know, Steph, I think you're right.

As usual.

Now, don't start that.

Hey, Steph.

Mind interrupting?

Hey, honey.

I'm right in the middle of this meeting. Should be another 10, 20 minutes. No

problem. I just wanted to say hi. I've scheduled a meeting with Carrie to go

over some ideas for my story. Okay.

Just tell him if he does that one more time, you'll send him back to his wife.

Believe me, he'd rather shoot himself in the head.

Listen, Carrie, the most attractive man just walked in my office. I'll call you

back.

Nice office.

It'll be for now.

How was your day? Good. I'm teaching a senior seminar on D .H. Lawrence.

Always a pleasure to go back to his work.

The day he passed, he seemed to be a specialty.

Doesn't surprise me you'd read him that way.

You know, Mark, I've been looking forward to this meeting.

It's been nice working with you again.

Carrie, I've been giving this a lot of thought.

You know, maybe you're not the best choice for editor considering the

distraction you create.

Hello,

do you think Alan might have a minute? He's not expecting me. Of course, Peter.

I'll just let him know you're here.

Peter Fairchild is here to see you.

Go right in. Thank you.

Yeah, well, you tell him he can write all the nasty little editorials about me

he likes, but the fact remains, I still own more mouthpieces, and I have a

bigger mouth.

Peter!

To what do I owe the pleasure?

I haven't been up here for a while, and I always enjoy paying a visit to Xanadu.

Sit down.

You want something to drink?

No, I'm fine. So, when did you put these in? Ah, had them for years. Gave me

access to the entire building. Even with the guards downstairs, you never know

what kind of lunatic might slip by.

Scary thought.

It's a scary world, my friend.

So, these just monitor the building?

Yeah, that's right. They wouldn't happen to provide a view of, or shall we say,

Nicky Sheridan's apartment?

Oh, tell me she's gone and cried on your shoulder.

That's where she spent the night, hmm?

Listen to me, Alan. I may be your stepson, but I'm also a prosecutor in

office, which means if I find an illegal act, I am required by law to report.

Oh, get off your high horse and just say what you came up here to say, will you?

Forgetting for a moment what you've done to my mother. If you ever bother Nicky

again... If I find one phone tapped in her gallery, one TV camera in her

apartment, anything at all, my office will come down on you so hard, you will

develop a whole new understanding of the word harassment.

Well, Peter, I'm impressed.

About time you showed some guts. Just leave her alone.

Understand?

Of course.

And I apologize.

Forgetting is so upset.

But isn't it nice to have something so delicious in common?

Tell me.

Is she good for you, too?

Believe me, Alan, we have nothing in common.

And we never will.

Is she out there?

Yes, sir. Good. Send her in.

Mr. Rush, we'll see you now.

Wonderful.

Hey, dollface.

Nice to see you again. Hello, Mr. Rush. Come in. Oh, I've got a story for you.

Do you mind if I tape record this for the record?

No, no. Go right ahead.

By the way, how are things with you and Peter?

Oh, he's wonderful.

I feel so lucky to have met him.

Really?

You're not alone.

What do you mean?

Done the gallery hopping down in Soho lately?

I'm not following you.

And I'll make myself very clear.

Your Prince Charming has turned into a frog.

I hear he's sleeping with Nicky Sheridan. What?

How do you know this?

Oh, he is my stepson.

That still doesn't explain why you're telling me. Maybe I'm tired of seeing

Peter bring nice girls home to mother and then run around with whomever he

pleases. And besides, once this gets out, I'd hate for you to have to see

yourself humiliated in your own paper.

I don't believe you.

You don't have to.

Ask Peter yourself. Who knows? Maybe you'll be the one to reform him.

No, I doubt it.

Thank you for the revelation.

Now I gotta be going. Uh, what about the story you came to hear?

Please, Mr. Ross. We both know I just heard it.

Have a nice day.

You bet I will.

Thanks, everyone.

This is gonna be great. Oh, Rachel.

I know Fashion Week wants to sponsor a party, but I still haven't seen that

proposal yet.

It's been carried off us so long we've missed another file.

I'll have her bring it in.

No, no, no.

I'll get it myself. She'll never find it.

Hold on.

Hello, Mom.

What can I do for you, Rachel?

The door's locked.

Really? I had no idea.

Well, I just came by to get a file.

Give me that.