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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.