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Previously on Central Park West. Now dinner, that's a different story. If

an invitation, I'd love to.

Oh my God, Robin.

To answer your question, I'm working my way through law school.

Message sent yesterday at 9 .45 p .m. Gary, let me make love to you.

What turned you on more? Sleeping with my husband or letting everyone know

it? Shouldn't you be hurling your cheap rage at the man who cheated on you? I

reserve my cheap rage for cheap whores like you.

You've ruined my marriage. I'm going to make you sorry for this if it's the last

thing I do.

You just need time to heal. I've made all the arrangements.

The little retreat up the Hudson and Rainbeck. I don't know what I'd do

you. Let's get one thing straight, people. I'm in charge now. Life as you

it has just changed dramatically.

Rach? I just ran out to get the pipe.

Oh, isn't 20 minutes sitting in the news, huh?

You know, I'm running a magazine now. It's part of my job to keep current.

Oh, my God.

This is even worse than I feared.

Just how unwell is Stephanie World? That's what communique staffers wonder

their absentee editor, said to be shattered and in seclusion, her

unknown.

Why, how horrid. I mean, who told the Globe that, huh? I see.

I can't believe they put this in print.

It's not only libelous, it's downright nasty.

Failing most good gossip is.

But I mean, even if it's just a vicious rumor, it's the sort of thing that can

ruin Stephanie's reputation.

And establish someone else's.

Walking down your street again.

But I definitely want to toss all this woodsy Seattle stuff.

I may have said it's Stephanie, but I'm no lumberjack. I want fire engine red

everywhere. Think Deanna Vreeland rising from her grave.

Oh, that's my private line.

How many times must I tell you? Never put calls through to me here.

I'm glad to see you're guarding my office.

Stephanie, how are you doing?

Great. Listen, I can't talk long. It's not in my wellness contract.

I just wanted to see how everything's going.

Everything's going as well as can be expected, you know, considering how much

all miss you.

Listen, I've been thinking. Let's not make that Tribeca section a special

feature, but devote the entire issue to it.

Have them FedEx new proofs by tonight so they can give you the final okay to

move forward.

Fine.

Now do me a small favor.

Stop calling and start relaxing.

Okay, that's why you're there, remember?

Okay, I will.

And thanks, Rachel, for everything.

My pleasure, darling.

Be well.

Bye.

Sorry I'm late, but I got confused. I thought you said to meet in your office.

Darling, I did.

Welcome to it.

Oh, I was going to put this in storage, but I thought you might want it.

As a trophy of sorts.

Karen, it's going to be fun.

Just like running the yearbook of boarding school, only now we get paid

So, since communique is all ours for the moment, what do you want to do?

As little as possible, of course.

And with a bigger expense account.

Done.

Now go hang out at your favorite haunts and feel free to write whatever you

want. And don't worry, darling, I won't touch a word.

All right. I have a first draft ready for you in a few days.

By the way, did you see the globe this morning?

Of course not.

And I read that rag.

Oh, well, I guess that makes sense as you're practically writing the copy.

As if I could write anything besides fashion.

Now, why don't you go work on your column?

Why did you drop my class?

I've given it a lot of thought, and I just don't think it's a good idea.

Taking that class, at this time, with this teacher.

Okay, fine, don't take my class.

But I've got a proposition to discuss.

A position in the DA's office.

That'd be great, but I still have to graduate first. Until then, I'll advance

your money, no strings attached.

Peter. Come on.

It's not like I can't afford it.

We'll call it a long -term interest -free loan.

Peter, if I took money from you, I really would feel like a prostitute.

I already told you, no strings attached.

There are always strings.

It's just that sometimes we don't see them.

At least not at first.

So that's it? The defense doesn't get an appeal?

I told you, I've thought a lot about this.

How can I possibly go out with you after you see me working in the club?

Because I saw you in my class first. Robin, please.

Just give it a chance.

We won't know if it'll work unless we try.

So you really think you can deal with this?

I can't if it means seeing you.

Come on.

Let me walk you home.

Put it right there.

Let's put this here.

Thanks.

Just put it anywhere there's room. I'll be right with you to sign and receive.

Sorry about that.

Can I help you with something?

I'd say so.

You can make my career.

Gabriel Sands.

You have a great space here.

The name's not familiar. Where's your studio?

Brooklyn. I scout new artists all the time, but I've never seen or heard about

you. Well, I guess you haven't scouted there within the last week, which is

I got here from Boston.

I paint.

Photos give you a general idea.

Maybe you can come by and see him for real.

Gabe.

I know you're new in town, so I'll warn you.

It doesn't work this way.

In New York, artists scrounge for a gallery. They don't show up at a

doorstep, present some pictures, and get a show.

Why not?

I mean, hey, they deserve it.

And I do.

Check them out.

These are all yours?

Yeah.

I'll take this one. Get it over here by tomorrow, and it goes among your group

show. I'll have it over here first thing tomorrow morning.

And I thought you only looked like an angel.

Alex Bartoli. The morning paper was quite a pleasure.

Finally, the fourth estate got something right.

It's a good story, and an accurate one.

I never implied it was anything less.

So how can I express my thanks?

Well, let's just say you did, and thank you for the call.

You know, I'm eager to follow all developments on this story or any other.

It seems like somebody just sent me a present.

Don't just sit there slap -jawed. Try it on.

Mr.

Rush, it's beautiful, but I can't possibly accept this. This is not

and there's a policy here.

Hey, to me, it's only a party favor. I give them away all the time. So if you

don't want it, send it back. I'll recycle it for somebody else. Yeah,

I hope you understand.

No, I hope you understand that this is only the first of many stories and gifts

to keep or return. Because after all, darling, it is the thought that counts.

I assume it's a fake they sell on the street, or do all Globe reporters wear

such fancy watches?

Peter, what are you doing here? How can you be so gullible?

Don't you know he's working you?

Royal Island is a major story and something that could change the face of

city. Damn right, it'll ruin it.

Alan's been trying to pull this deal off for years under the guise of a civic

good deed, when the truth is the place is a privately owned nature preserve,

all he's interested in is a tax -free gold mine.

So even though that will never happen...

Your front page publicity plays right into his hands. There's a difference

between publicity and news.

Alex, whatever Alan has told you, the fact is you don't have a story.

But you do have a brand new watch, so don't try to tell me you're not for

Ah, now this has got to look like something.

I mean, let's face it, what would our readers rather see?

Fabulous clothes on flawless models or an entire section of tired old Tribeca?

Rachel, do you have a minute?

Yes, of course.

People, let's reconvene later on.

Okay. Okay.

Well,

I think I'm a cutting clock.

I couldn't concentrate on my work if I tried. As far as I know, I'm in bed with

the flu.

Oh, well, fuck up.

You've been in bed with worse.

Rachel, please.

I have to find her.

And I know you know where she is.

Yeah, well, then you also know that Stephanie is my friend.

So don't bother asking me where your wife is because I won't tell you.

And no one else knows.

Don't do this, Rachel.

Get your hands off me.

This is how you treated your wife. It's no wonder she went into hiding.

Yeah, hey, hey. A few blue chips are always nice. But if you got something

a real star performer, then you let me know.

I'll call you back. A client just came in.

Mark, what are you doing here?

I wouldn't bust in if it wasn't important.

Stephanie's gone.

So I heard. In seclusion.

Mark, what's really going on?

No idea.

In fact, I don't even know where she is. But I do know that Rachel does.

So I just went to see her, and she wouldn't say. Well, knowing Rachel, she

very good reason. I mean good for her, not for anyone else.

Well, I can care less about her reasons.

Gil, my marriage is in trouble, and your girlfriend is not helping out at all.

Now, I know she may think she's doing Stephanie a service, but she's not.

She's just keeping us apart. Now, I have to find out where my wife is.

And I'm counting on you to help me out.

I'll talk to Rachel, see what I can do.

Thanks.

Look, when I can see you and Stephanie love each other, whatever's wrong, I'm

sure you'll work out.

I hope so.

I just have to find her first.

Uh, Royal Island Records in the city archive.

Oh, thanks.

Ah, 1906.

1825.

1745. Look at that. A pre -Revolutionary War paper trail.

And it's all based on primogeniture.

It's an old English custom. The eldest son inherits it all. And daughters get

nothing. No wonder they lost the war.

So according to this custom, Royal Island's been owned by the same family

350 years. Well, not family, the eldest son.

Right. That makes it easy. So all you have to do is find out the name of the

family.

This old penmanship is so hard to read.

The S's look like F, or is it the other way around?

All right.

The first name on this is the earliest D. It looks like Josiah.

And the last name looks like Fair.

Fair.

Fairchild.

Fairchild?

Oh, my God.

Peter owns Royal Island.

Yes, the opening's at 6 p .m.

It's a group show, so you'll see some familiar faces.

And some unfamiliar ones, too, though not for long.

Looking forward to it. Fine, I'll see you tonight.

Here it is, laughing in person.

Wow, Gabe, this is great.

Good improvement from the photos, huh?

And it's going to work so well in the space.

So let's find a place. Where can we put it?

How about there?

Right then, I got no complaints with that.

Darren, thanks. See you later.

Group show in Soho.

Still can't believe it.

Wait until the painting finds a buyer.

So, until tonight, unless you have any questions.

Yeah, just one.

You seen anybody?

Now, what does that have to do with your work?

Just wondering.

Then the answer is no.

Or not anymore, to be totally honest.

Totally honest?

What?

I just don't believe it.

Oh, no?

And why not?

Find a girl like you, with her own gallery, sitting home on a Saturday

alone. Come on.

That's cool, love. I guess we have something in common.

Right.

We're both focused on our careers.

Well, I try to stay focused if you do.

I'll see you tonight.

You're going to love this, Rachel, but give me another day.

Carrie, it's Alex.

Do you have a minute?

You should have called first, but since you're here, come in.

I didn't call because I knew you wouldn't see me.

But I don't know where else to turn.

Well, I'd turn to God if I were you.

No one else is going to ever forgive you the way you treated my brother.

I admit it. I made a mistake. But believe me, Peter made his share, too. I

stuff you don't even want to know about. And I doubt I'd believe.

So why don't you skip the self -justification, Alex?

Tell me why you're here.

I thought that was obvious.

Carrie...

I want Peter back, and I'll do anything, whatever it takes. I'm sure you will.

That's your problem, Alex.

You're an opportunistic tabloid reporter.

Why would my brother ever want to see you again? Because we had something.

We connected.

Is that what you think?

Well, you don't know Peter.

Let me tell you something about my brother.

After a lifetime of being thrust into the spotlight of notoriety just because

his name, He wants a woman who wants him for himself.

Someone he can trust. He can trust me.

I know in the past that wasn't always the case, but I would never hurt someone

that I love.

Well, then why be a mouthpiece for Alan Rush?

I don't even know what you're writing about.

I'd explain that to Peter if I had the chance.

Oh, no, no, no, no, no, no. I'm not going behind Peter's back.

Carrie, I'd never ask you to do that, but I did help you out against Rachel

Dennis. And that was with your best interest in mind. If you could just tell

someplace that he'll be so I could...

Have a chance to talk this out with him?

There's an opening at Nicky's gallery tonight.

I suggest you show up and tell Peter the truth.

If this really is the truth.

It is.

Thank you, Carrie.

You won't be sorry.

Didn't seem to dig it, huh?

They not only dug it, they bought it.

Congratulations, you just sold your first piece.

No, you did, Nikki.

I mean, I don't know what to... Thank you, Nikki.

Thank you so much.

Excuse me, would you?

You okay?

Fine. I just have to get back to work.

I don't recall your name on the guest list.

An obvious oversight for which you are forgiven.

So that's the no talent you're tallying these days, hmm?

How do you manage to hold on to your lease? That's none of your business.

I could make it my business with a single phone call to my very dear

chairman of your bank. Alan, you don't scare me anymore, so go throw your dead

weight around someplace else.

This show is selling faster than any I've done.

So I don't need your money.

And I don't need you. Oh, you will.

Wait and see.

Nikki?

Alex.

I'm so glad you can make it. You mean crash it. Don't be polite.

You mean you're not here with Peter?

Nikki, I know what happened between the two of you, and I also realize now that

you don't mean anything to him.

Well, I still do value my friendship with Peter.

And I feel like I'm a big enough person not to stand in the way of that.

Talk about success being the sweetest revenge.

This looks like an exciting show.

Are you glad you came?

Look around. I don't know where to start.

Linda!

What are you doing here?

I could ask you the same question.

As for me, I should think it's obvious, admiring the art.

And my new business venture.

Well, you're backing this place?

What the hell for?

Just keeping it in the family.

It's much cozier that way, don't you think?

Don't get too cozy with my money.

Soon it might not be yours to spend.

I don't know about you, darling, but frankly, it all looks like the Emperor's

new clothes.

You would figure a way to work fashion into it.

Heater said he was so broken up about Alex, but it sure didn't take him too

to move on.

Is that his latest?

Looks that way.

She looks familiar.

No, it can't be. Gil, I just thought I'll rush it.

I didn't expect to run into you here.

Is that what we just did, run into each other?

Honey, if you'd been moving any faster, you would have set a new record for the

100 -yard dash.

Well, there is something that I wanted to discuss.

Uh -huh.

Something that concerns me deeply.

I don't know if you read The Globe.

I do when they say my editor's in a straitjacket. Well, it's not as extreme

all that, but I have spoken to Stephanie and the news is not good.

Alan, she's calling nonstop with changes, each one more bizarre than the

I mean, I've tried to follow some of them, but most of them I can't even

understand.

I'm sorry to involve you in all of this, but frankly, I just don't know what to

do. I'll give you a hint.

Deal with it. I would, but I'm just a fashion editor.

Of course, I could throw together a spring fashion issue to replace the

mishmash. You just happen to have a whole issue lying around.

What a lucky break for a call.

No luck.

That's a lot of hard work.

I'll have proof of it on your desk in a few days.

I'm looking for you.

Robin Gaynor, Gil Chase.

Hello. Hi.

Peter, can I talk to you a moment? Sure.

Excuse us.

So, is she amazing or what? I don't know how to tell you this, Peter, but she's

not only amazing, she's... Well,

she's not who you think she is.

Remember the other night I took you to that club?

Yeah.

I don't know how to tell you this, Peter, but your date was one of the star

attractions.

I know.

But she's not what you think.

I met her in the law seminar class I'm teaching.

Oh, lap dancing law school.

I know how it sounds, but believe me, she won't be for long.

Peter, can I talk to you?

Do you mind?

Not if you don't.

So, I didn't know the Globe had an art critic now.

Actually, they don't know I'm here.

But I knew you'd be.

That's why I came.

After our last encounter, I don't think there's anything more to say.

I do.

Peter, why didn't you tell me you owned Royal Island? I told you there wasn't a

story and that Alan's Casino would never happen.

Then he knew about this? Of course. And he also knows that I'll never hand over

the land.

Peter, I had no idea.

But anyway, that's not why I'm here.

I want us to try again. And this time I promise, no more hidden agenda.

This time we'll stick with what attracted us to each other in the first

And what we both know in our hearts still does.

Hey. I didn't mean to interrupt.

Alex Bertoli, Robin Gaynor.

Hi, Alex.

Hi.

What's your connection here?

No connection at all.

I'm not part of this set.

I know that feeling.

But considering I'm just a law student, I'm hanging in there.

Where am I?

You are with me.

Excuse us, Alex.

Nice meeting you. Have fun.

I had a great time tonight.

Trust me, it's not over yet.

And I really like your friend.

Even Alex.

Although she didn't like me.

I wouldn't worry about her.

I'm not.

But what's the story with you two?

Don't worry, she didn't say a thing.

She didn't have to.

It was hard to miss.

Robin, believe me.

That's all over.

I believe you.

I just don't think she does.

Just how I pictured it. And how's that?

Organized, understated, controlled.

Very controlled.

You know what the best thing about being in control is?

What?

Losing it.

Exactly how did Alex hurt you?

Excuse me?

You heard me. I want to know.

I'll tell you later. Promise.

That he wanted to lose control.

Just holding you to your word.

What's this little game we're playing here?

No game.

Just truth.

I think in your case, losing control means confiding in someone.

Please don't hide your feelings from me.

If you do,

then I'm just like everybody else.

Gil.

Consider this a special wake -up call.

It's so special.

Save it for yourself.

Meanwhile, I'm going to take a shower.

Don't even think it.

I'm locking the door.

So, it must be a big deal running communique.

A very big deal.

Especially to me.

In fact, that's what I've always wanted.

And now you've got it, but only till Stephanie's back.

Which should be pretty soon, so go ahead, Rachel, take your shower.

I guess I can hold out a few more days.

Well, with that attitude, you may end up in a monastery.

Because now that I've finally reached the top, I have no intention of stepping

down. For Stephanie, or anybody else.

Somehow I don't think you have a choice.

Like it or not, she's your boss.

I doubt it.

Not after her nervous breakdown.

At first I thought you got that from the Globe.

Now I think the globe got it from you.

Come on.

I know you're at the bottom of this.

Well, darling, since you ask, I've got Stephanie stashed at the Rhinebeck

retreat with absolutely no communication with the outside world and no idea of

my coup at communique.

By the time she returns, her reputation's going to be shot and mine

made, virtually overnight.

That is beyond bitchy. It's utterly evil.

My girl.

That may be the sweetest thing you've ever said to me.

Hello.

Mission accomplished.

At least on this end.

Gil, what'd you find out?

Stephanie sequestered at the Rhinebeck retreat while Rachel plans a palace

revolt.

Get her back here, Mark.

If you want to have a future, communicate.

Don't say you heard it from me.

I won't.

Thanks, buddy.

interspersed with established artists are some new discoveries of Miss

Foremost among these, Gabriel Sands, moi, whose painting shows enormous

Somebody wake me up, I must be dreaming.

I'd show you this morning's Times, but your head would swell up and not fit

this space.

Well, as long as my painting does, we're okay.

Is everything cool with you? The morning after my best opening yet, with a sold

-out show and rave reviews.

I wasn't talking about work.

Who was that man hassling you last night?

What man? There are about a hundred in here.

That's cool. We don't have to discuss them by name.

Just want to let you know I'm looking out for you.

Gabe, that's a very chivalrous statement.

But not exactly in your line of duty.

I depend on you to do your best work. Everything else I can handle myself.

Did somebody hurt you so bad you can't even reach out for help?

When you can, you let me know. I'll be there.

Just wait and see.

Now for some comic relief.

The latest drivel from Carrie Fairchild.

Down in the bowels of Tribeca. Now that's a truly elegant turn of phrase,

it?

Everyone who was anyone was at the Jade Club, plus a few people who aren't, but

keep hoping.

Why mention anybody by name?

That would mean that you're actually reporting.

All right, people, you get my point.

So bear that in mind when you turn in a draft.

That'll be all.

Oh, I see you're keeping up your end of the bargain, turning up to work if and

when you please.

Were you reading from my column, Rachel?

I confess you caught me.

I was holding it up as an example of the level of writing I expect around here.

Were you really?

Then I expect it to be published as written with no editorial changes.

They've left this place in complete chaos. It's up to me to establish some

order.

Coming to the rescue of Communique.

I don't mean to burst your bubble, Rachel.

You're not fooling anybody around here.

You're nothing but an overpaid clothes horse, so stop trying to imitate

Stephanie Wells.

Oh, darling, I wouldn't dare do that.

If I did, then you'd seduce my husband and give me a massive nervous breakdown.

Save your gossip for the globe. I wouldn't believe a word of it.

Besides, whatever damage I did to Stephanie's heart, you and I both know

nerves are far from being broken.

So this little power play of yours won't work. You're not going to get away with

it. Let's not get into petty politics, Carrie.

I'm just trying to get Communique out on time.

And as for your column, if I may deign to print it, then again, I might not.

Just have to see.

Stuff.

Mark? What are you doing here?

I know you don't want to see me.

Don't even want to take my calls.

Obviously, that didn't deter you.

I'm sorry.

It's just... I am so scared.

I made such a huge mistake.

And I am so afraid you won't take me back.

Please tell me we can work this out.

Because I don't know what I'd do if I lost you.

Shouldn't you have thought of that before you selected Carrie?

Steph, I wish I could go back and change things. I really do.

But I can't.

All I can do is tell you how much I love you, and I swear it'll never happen

again.

I just keep wondering if it's happened.

I miss you.

And I am going through hell over this.

Let me take you home.

Mark.

I came here to be alone.

And to think.

Which is what you've got to let me do.

Me too.

Hi, it's Robin. Please leave a message.

You told me not to hide my feelings, so here goes.

I miss you, and I'd love to see you.

I guess you're at the library.

I guess you're working late.

I guess that didn't come out right.

Anyway, give me a call if you get this message before midnight, which you might

not if you're where I think.

Show's over. Now.

What are you doing?

What are you... Let go.

Thank you. You just lost me about 200 bucks. Robin, I really care about you,

I can't just sit back and watch you do this.

What is it with you?

Don't you ever let up? You don't belong here and you know it. And it's not about

me. I'm thinking of you.

In fact, I can't think about anything else.

Well, my shift's just about over, so you don't have to buy me again for the

night. Right.

As if you were ever for sale.

City Desk. Hi. This is the New York Globe?

That's right.

Well, my name is Melody, and I work at Pure Platinum, the gentleman's club on

West 39th Street.

How nice of you.

Anyway, I just thought you might like to know who just left here with a girl he

bought two times in a row.

And who's that?

Peter Fairchild.

The Peter Fairchild?

That's right, I swear.

Morning, Ben.

You wanted to see me?

Yeah, I sure did.

Shut the door.

Somebody cold calls the city desk from some pricey strip club on the west side

said, guess who just walked out of here with one of the dancers after buying her

for the night once before?

Prince Charming himself, Peter Fairchild.

What is this, some sort of practical joke?

If so, I fail to see the humor.

If not, it's a front page story, especially from the POV of an old flame.

It's not that I have any desire to defend the guy, but this is definitely

Peter's style.

So I suggest you consider the source of this tip.

Funny, I was just about to say the same thing.

Unless we get someone there on record, I can't even run this as a blind item.

And if it just happens to be true... Which you know very well it's not. I

no such thing, and neither do you. I know Peter Fairchild, and that's why I'm

sure this is a wild goose chase.

There's no way he'd ever sink so low.

We're all human, Alex.

Even him.

Maybe you ought to think about that.

Excuse me. Sorry to interrupt.

Oh, not now.

I'm in Nirvana.

Back here in Rhinebeck, there's a visitor who says it's urgent.

Oh, I'm not ready to see my husband again.

This person wouldn't give her name.

Oh, Rachel.

There must be a problem at work. Tell her I'll be right out.

Stephanie, you look so starved.

How dare you show up like this? And who told you where I was?

Well, you're not exactly Salman Rushdie.

Besides, Gilchrist has a big mouth. It didn't take much to get him to tell me.

For you to come up here and gloat, which I assume is what this is about.

Actually, I had another agenda.

I've been clipping the Globe's gossip column all week.

I thought you'd want to see, since you're the subject of them.

Total breakdown?

Inseclusion at a secret spot.

All lips are sealed to communicate.

All lips except yours, that is. So you keep these lies to that tabloid.

Don't kill the messenger.

And don't blame me.

Naturally, I thought you would. But the truth is, Rachel's responsible for these

stories. I don't believe it. You'll have to do better than that.

And just out of curiosity, Carrie, why do you still want to torture me? It

wasn't enough that you slept with my husband.

Fine, don't believe me. But I'm on your side.

This time.

I don't have to listen to this. Get out!

I take it no school this afternoon.

I'm officially on vacation all week.

You spoken to Stephanie?

I saw her yesterday at that retreat.

And?

Gil, I called you this morning because I want you to know.

If Steph and I do split up, she's entitled to our joint account.

I didn't earn it, and I don't deserve it. Whoa, whoa, whoa. Slow down. Both on

what you're saying and that scotch.

Because as of this moment, no one's splitting up. But I have to prepare

seeing how there's a strong chance I could happen.

Mark, I may not be a marriage counselor, but I'm also no monk.

So let me give you a piece of advice.

If you want to reconcile with the wife, show her that the girlfriend's out of

your system.

I live with the town crier of communique, so yes, I know about you and

Then you know she set this whole thing up.

Carrie edited that phone conversation.

And even though I said some incriminating things, I also told her it

between us.

Now, if Stephanie heard the entire tape, then she'd know that I was telling the

truth.

And although it won't mean I'm exonerated... Much sure would help your

rehabilitation with her.

Yeah.

Well, that's settled. Why don't you soak up some of that scotch and, uh, let's

order lunch.

Can't.

I gotta get that tape.

What happened? Is everything all right?

We'll be soon.

I'm checking out. Urgent business back in the city. There always is. That's why

you came here.

I know, and I want you to know that I feel totally recharged, and I want to

thank you for that.

Stephanie, you signed a wellness contract with us. You owe it to yourself

honor it. I owe it to myself to fight for what means most to me, my marriage,

career, and a decent meal.

Besides, if you were in my business, you'd know the contracts were only made

be broken.

So, first off, although I'm sure Peter's told you, I'm a reporter at the Globe.

Really?

He never mentioned it, didn't he?

Well, it always was a bone of contention between us.

Anyway, your co -worker mentioned your arrangement with him.

Melody's had a little too much surgery. I guess some of that saline went to her

head.

Plastic or not, she leads me to my point.

Unless you want the details of your sordid double life splashed across page

of my paper, you're going to do exactly as I say. Go ahead.

Write whatever you want.

I've never kept my job here a secret, and I'm not ashamed of what I do. Oh,

sure you're not, but the DA will be.

And the last thing Peter needs is to scandalize his office through an

association with some stripper.

Oh, excuse me, lap dancer, as if there's a difference.

As for his future political career, well, if you care, you'll keep your

distance.

For now and for good.

What are you doing here? We need to talk.

No, we don't. Go away. I am not moving until you let me in.

Fine.

Don't expect any hospitality.

I'm tired. What do you want?

What do I want?

My life back, for starters.

But for now, I'll make do with this.

Don't touch that. Get out. Not until I take this with me.

Fine.

Take the whole machine. It's yours.

As usual, Mark, I'm way ahead of you. I've already changed the cassette.

You're bluffing.

Am I?

Play it for yourself and see.

I'll take a chance.

And take it home.

I could write my next book about this.

Poor little rich girl lost her daddy and swears to herself she'll get even for

it by destroying every man she meets. Because when you come right down to the

sick truth of it, the one man she wants most is dead.

We've all read about how much he loved Peter.

Ever wonder if he even cared about you?

Huh?

I thought so.

Good night, Carrie.

I mean, goodbye.

Carrie,

I'm sorry. Are you okay? Don't touch me! Get the hell out!

I didn't hurt you. You didn't, so leave.

All right.

You're okay? I'm going.

My boyfriend just came in here and beat me up. Are you all right?

Where are you now, miss?

Where is he, miss?

Miss?

You marked Merrill? Yeah. You're under arrest. You have the right to remain

silent. Anything you may say may be held against you in the court of law. Wait,

what's going on? Why don't you ask your girlfriend? The one you use is a

punching bag.

Who?

You've got to be kidding me. Wait a minute. Hold on.