All language subtitles for 13_-_allen_strikes_back

Previously on Central Park West. Gabriel
Fan.

I paint.

These are all yours?

Yeah. I want us to try again.

Alex Bertoli, Robin Gaynor.

Robin, isn't it? You know it is. You're
a typical law school student, eh?

Evidently you left something out. And
I'm not ashamed of what I do. I'm sure

you're not. And the last thing Peter
needs is to scandalize his office

an association with some lap dancer.

I've got Stephanie stashed at the
Rhinebeck retreat with absolutely no

my cue at Communique. I made such a huge
mistake.

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

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

didn't mean to hurt you! You didn't, so
leave!

You Mark Merrill? Yeah. You're under
arrest.

You gotta be kidding me. Wait a minute!
Hold on!

Let's go, little boy.

Free. What?

You made bail.

I did? Come on.

Who would have bailed me out?

Your court -appointed moron called me.

Looking for your wife.

Apparently he didn't know that you'd
just as soon let your wife hear.

I really appreciate this. Hey, I'm
already up to my neck in tabloid gossip

I have an editor half out of a mind. I
don't need any more publicity than the

husbands running around town beating up
on women.

I don't know what Kerry says I did.

Breaking and entering two counts of
aggravated assault.

That's not true.

I hope that's not your defense.

Because if it is, I'd say you're looking
at a good two to five years.

You don't think she'll really go through
with this. You know something? You

really killed me.

You had everything perfect.

A wife who loves you, nice little job,
beautiful penthouse apartment. You throw

all that away to be with my demented
stepdaughter. I know. I know. She's

my life. And for what?

What the hell does she want from me? I
don't know.

But whatever it is, I don't think she
has it yet.

Bye.

Dreadful staff meeting.

Rachel rags on us one more time. I say
we all just stand up and walk out.

You're breathing, people.

Did I say you could breathe? I don't
think so.

Rachel. People.

I don't suppose we're brainstorming for
next week's issue.

Well, of course not.

Well, has anyone got anything?

I've got a jailhouse interview with Amy
Fisher. She's turning 21.

Long Island Lolita is legal. That's the
angle.

And I.

Not interested.

That's okay, because I am.

Stephanie, I'd like to say on behalf of
everyone here how happy we are to see

you. Yes, of course.

Though I thought you'd be gone at least
a week.

For what?

My nervous breakdown?

Please, Rachel, have a seat.

First, I owe you all an apology for not
telling you I was taking a few days off.

This hasn't been an easy time for me,
but...

I didn't have to make it tough on you,
too.

As for this week's spring fashion
issue... I thought it was ready to be

I pulled it.

You can't do that.

Oh, yes, I can.

I'm the editor, in case you forgot.

We publish communique here, not British
folk.

We have a lot of work ahead of us. The
printer has agreed to a rush order if we

can get him an issue in two days.

Rachel, can I see you in my office,
please?

Don't be. This is the things I get.

All you've done for me.

Sabotage my magazine. Try to steal my
job.

Oh, that's ridiculous.

You've only made yourself at home in
here.

Well, you left me in charge. I didn't
know how long you were going to be gone.

But the longer, the better, right?

Look, forgive me for saying this. I know
that you've been through a lot lately.

But I think it's made you a bit
paranoid.

Oh, did I imagine it?

Stephanie shattered in seclusion.

Her whereabouts unknown.

Oh, you don't think that I... Come on.
It was obviously Carrie.

I doubt that, since she's the one that
showed me the clippings in the first

place. Oh, she would, wouldn't she?

I mean, it's pure gaslight.

Didn't it ever occur to you that might
all be part of her plan?

I mean, if you're actually going to take
the word of the woman that slept with

your husband, you have more problems
than I thought.

Thank you, Rachel. I won't need your
advice anymore because you're fired.

Definitely, you did not want to do that.

Actually, I've been looking forward to
it all day.

I thought you were my friend, and look
where that got me.

I'd much rather have you as an enemy.

At least then I know what to expect.

Don't forget your stuff.

Rush Media?

Yeah, Alan Rush, please.

Tell him it's Rachel Dennis and tell him
it's urgent.

Alex Martoli.

Alex, it's Peter.

Hi.

We have to talk.

I know I have something I really want to
tell you, but not over the phone.

Okay, I'll meet you outside your office
in an hour.

Oh, God, I'm backed up all day. I'm
working on this huge story. Alex, name

time. As soon as possible.

Well, I could probably make a late
dinner.

Say, 10 o 'clock at the Think Bar.

Okay, I'll see you then.

Peter?

I'm really, really glad you called.

How many times have I told you it's not
timing in the market, sir? It's time in

the market.

That's real funny, Jane. I got Warren
Buffett on line two for you.

Sorry, nothing, sir.

Someone's yanking my chain.

I promise you six months... Yes, sir,
six months from now you'll be kissing

my... I'm talking to a client. I didn't
think I should keep Adam Brock on hold

any longer.

That was real?

Um, what line? Where is he?

Anne, I can't find him. I know. I took a
message.

He wants you to call his secretary and
set up a meeting for this afternoon.

You're absolutely sure it was Adam
Brock?

The mega -tycoon Adam Brock?

He wants to meet with me.

Why?

Get this to fact -checking and tell
Fodor to see what's available on file.

don't have time to shoot anything.

Oh, and make sure we take Rachel's name
off the masthead.

Consider it done.

So, you're back.

From the funny farm.

The reports of my dementia have been
greatly exaggerated.

And already up to your neck in work.
Very good.

Yes. I have to redo next week's issue.

I thought I could trust Rachel to edit
the magazine the way I would have, but I

was wrong.

And of course it didn't help she was
also after your job.

You knew that? Anyone with eyes knew
that.

At least you finally opened yours. I
have.

I fired her this morning. I'm not so
sure that's the wisest move.

Keep your friends close. Keep your
enemies closer.

I've already got my hands full with
Carrie.

And then there's that model husband of
yours.

Alan, if you don't mind, I'd prefer to
keep Mark out of this. Well, it's way

late for that. I just spent this morning
bailing him out of jail.

What?

What are you talking about?

My stepdaughter had him arrested. Claims
he hit her.

Oh, that's impossible.

He would never do that.

Looks like he's full of surprises. I
didn't expect you to be so protective of

him after what he did to you.

I just know my husband.

I know Carrie, and I want to tell you,
it's not an even match.

Not even close.

Alan, thanks for coming.

Well, you predicted a dire consequence
for my magazine if I didn't.

I don't know why.

Stephanie's back, looking quite well.

You think so? Mm -hmm.

Because to me, she seems almost
completely unhinged. Why? Because she

Personally, I don't blame her.

Neither do I.

She threatened by me. She knows I can
put out a better magazine than she can.

This issue is that the printer's ready
to go.

Stephanie's pulled it.

Her little ego trip's going to cost you,
ooh, a couple hundred thousand.

If anyone should be fired around here,
it's her, not me.

And I should make you my new editor. Is
that what you're saying?

I can do it, Alan.

This issue proves it.

If you leave communique in Stephanie's
hands, it's going to become about as hip

as highlights for children.

Oh, boy, I thought I was mercenary.

I'll be expecting you, Cole.

You should sack them both and start
over.

And you shouldn't waste your time having
your liaisons locked up.

Oh, well, looks like we'll never respect
each other's opinions.

Those charges you filed against
Stephanie's husband?

You know they're bogus.

Really? My lawyer doesn't think so.

I know what this is all about.

Attention.

It's like food and air. You can't live
without it.

You don't care what happens to anybody
else as long as you get your fix.

Alan, you're not exactly giving Mother
Teresa a run for her money.

Like you care what happens to Mark. All
you're worried about is the tarnish on

your company's sterling reputation.

Well, for you, that's an added bonus.

Well, what's it going to cost me to make
this go away?

You can't put a price on my pain and
suffering.

How about $20 ,000?

$75 ,000.

$47 ,500.

I don't have to look at your face for a
week. Done.

Please don't be so formal.

I'm not going to be.

I hope you don't mind meeting here. I
wanted a little privacy.

Frankly, if you'd said the bottom of the
boat pond, I would have been there.

This is an honor.

I mean, you're an inspiration to guys
like me.

What kind of guy are you?

You know, the kind that wants to make a
lot of money.

Best way?

Start with none.

That way you know if you had to, you
could live without it.

And then when you do get it... And you,
Will, have fun with it. Treat it like a

toy.

Can we go back to the Andy Will part?

Well, that's what we're doing here. I
want you to buy some stock for me.

Mr. Brock.

Adam. Actually, most people just call me
Brock.

Brock.

I don't need to point out that any
broker in town would literally kill for

business.

Why me?

Why not you?

Okay.

I'll find you something hot.

I've got a line on some new
interactive... Relax, G .L. I already

I want. It's Rush Media.

Rush Media.

As in Rush Media?

Yeah, I want you to buy it as much as
you can without being too showy about

I don't want the price to jump more than
two or three points.

Allen Rush ought to be able to smell
something but not taste it. Do you

understand?

Perfectly. All right, now you're going
to be buying under the name of one of my

holding companies.

Right now, I want this strictly between
you and me.

You will let me know if you need more.

I won't.

Unless we're buying the whole company.

I hope you like roller coasters, Gil.
You just got on one.

Hey, Steph.

I didn't know you were here.

I didn't know you were back.

I've been thinking about you all day,
just wishing I could talk to you.

What's going on? I spoke to Alan. He
said that... I went over to see her.

Steph, I wanted to get the tape from her
answering machine. The whole tape, so

you would know.

I couldn't listen to that message again.

We argued. She scratched me. I pushed
her away.

That's it.

By the time I got home, there were two
cops waiting for me.

You believe me, don't you?

I don't care if anybody else does as
long as you do.

I believe you.

I screwed up everything.

For you, for us.

Somehow I think this is what Carrie had
in mind from the moment she met me.

To ruin my life and drive me back to
Seattle.

Well, then let's go.

What? Back to Seattle right now,
tonight. Let's just pack a bag and go.

Steph, we were so great there.

We don't need this.

We don't need any of it.

I can't just leave the magazine.

Besides, it won't change anything with
us.

All I want is what we had.

Me too.

But that's gone.

I know I'm late, but you'll never
believe this. I was so nervous about

Isn't that crazy? It's like every time I
see you, it's our first date.

Alex, this isn't a date.

Well, we're out together.

Only so I could tell you to your face to
stay out of my life and Robin.

Ugh, I really don't want to talk about
her.

Especially not tonight.

I know about your threats, and you can
write whatever you like.

But it's not going to change anything
between us. You know the only reason

you're with her is to hurt me.

I mean, my God, she's barely one step
above a hooker. I said what I had to

I'm going.

No, Peter, Peter, please.

I shouldn't have said that.

I'm sorry.

Just, please, you can't go.

I need you to understand, really
understand, that it's over between us.

But we had something special, didn't we?

Once. And we still can.

If you just give it some time, you'll
see that I'm right.

Alex, you're living in a fantasy world
and you're the sole occupant. Move on. I

have. Well, I just can't have you dating
a lap dancer.

You have nothing to say about it. I
think I do.

And what makes you think you have the
right to tell me anything?

I'll tell you what gives me the right.

You're the father of my child.

What?

That's what I've been trying to tell
you.

Peter, I'm pregnant.

We're going to have a baby.

What you doing here?

The piece you sold.

I have your check.

You could have just dropped it in the
mail.

Yeah, I know.

Is it okay if I look around?

Yeah, be my guest.

Don't let me disturb you.

You're not disturbing me.

In the least bit.

I'd prefer if you didn't look in there.

Is this where you keep all of your
skeletons?

Actually, there's a piece I'm working on
I'm not ready to show you yet.

I never even asked you.

Asked me what?

How long have you been painting?

Since I was a kid.

My fifth grade art school teacher gave
me a brush and a box of paint and said,

what do you feel today?

It's funny, until you saw my painting, I
always considered myself just a kid

with a brush.

That was the first time I actually
thought I might be an artist.

You're definitely an artist.

What happened when you showed your work
to the other galleries?

You're the first one.

And why me?

I need the money.

I was walking up and down the streets of
Soho looking in gallery windows, hoping

I'd find someone that would get me.

And then I saw you.

I thought to myself, whatever she says,
it'd be all right.

Because she's saying, I really want to
kiss you.

Then why don't you?

This is a prescription for prenatal
vitamins.

Now, they're as big as horse pills, but
you'd be sure and take them.

Doctor, can I show Peter the sonogram
from my last visit?

I don't think he quite believes this is
real yet.

Well, you can't really see much yet,
but... There he is.

Looks just like a little jelly bean.

I just know it's a boy.

Well, I'll see you again in a month.

And, Peter, you're welcome to come to
any and all visits.

I want you to know that I'm the soul of
discretion.

And obviously any announcement of your
impending fatherhood is yours to make,

whenever you see fit.

I promise you, your child is in good
hands. Thank you, Doctor.

Thank you.

Well, I guess you believe me now.

You may be pregnant, but that doesn't
mean it's my baby.

How can you say that? You know it's your
baby. You know I haven't been with

anyone else.

I know how you lie and manipulate, and I
know you do just about anything to get

what you want. I wouldn't put it past
you. Peter, this is your son. Stop

that.

You're only talking like this because
you're scared.

So am I.

You think I'm ready to have a baby?

What are we going to do?

First of all, we don't have to make a
big deal out of this.

A small wedding is fine.

A wedding?

We don't really have any choice.

But I think this baby is a sign.

We were meant to be together.

I love you, Peter.

And I know deep down you love me, too.

Alex, I do not love you. And I'm never,
ever going to marry you.

So, how we doing? Not bad.

A couple hundred thousand shares.

Speculators are jumping in.

Let's say we stay out until they get
their dime. I can't stay out. I'd get

bored.

You're not trying to buy this company by
any chance. Not that it's any of my

business. Why? What if I am?

Well, I'm sure you know Alan Rush has a
controlling interest.

51%. Well, I believe his wife owns 3 %
of that.

Suppose she'd be willing to sell, let's
say, 70 a share?

I don't know.

At that price, anything's possible.

Well, why don't you sound her out, see
if there's any interest?

You're a friend of her son. She'll trust
you.

So that's why you called me.

Son, I learned a long time ago never to
show your hand until you have to.

And when you do, make sure you're
holding the royal flush.

Alan.

This is a surprise.

Seems to be the day for them.

Price of my stock is jumping like a
rabbit.

But if it goes up, isn't that good?

Not if I can't explain it.

Rachel Dennis is here.

Tell her I'm busy.

No, tell her to come in.

I invited her.

Alan, pleasure as always.

Stephanie.

What's this about?

Rachel asked me to look at her issue of
communique, the one you torpedoed.

I should have seen that coming, but I
don't have eyes in the back of my head.

Well, I'm very eager to hear what you
think.

What I think is you haven't the
slightest notion how to edit a general

magazine. There isn't one page in that
magazine that isn't devoted to clothes

models or designers.

You could have told me this over the
phone.

I, for one, am delighted that he didn't.

However, I like it. You do?

Fashion rag can be great business, but
only if you do it well.

What are you saying?

I'm going to publish it as a special
supplement to this week's communique. If

goes well, Rachel will edit ten fashion
issues a year. And who knows, we could

end up spinning it off as its own
magazine.

Alan, that's brilliant.

Forgive me, but I don't think it's fair
or wise to stretch the resources of this

office to accommodate a regular fashion
supplement.

Well, mine is made up.

So you better get to work.

Unless, of course, you want the special
issue to our class to communicate.

One favor.

Haven't I done enough for you already
today?

All I want is a party to celebrate the
launch.

Nothing lavish, just champagne and hors
d 'oeuvres for 200 at the Zinc Bar.

It's two days away. You'll never get
that kind of turnout.

Alan, when are you going to learn to
trust me?

Come in. Make yourself at home. I was
just making myself a drink.

Can I fix you one?

Sure, whatever you're having.

I must admit, your call had me quite
intrigued.

What business matter could you possibly
have to talk to me about?

It's about your stock.

The 3 % you own of Rush Media.

What about it?

The question has recently come up, would
you consider selling your shares?

I find that a very odd and inappropriate
request.

You're talking about my husband's
company.

I just thought perhaps under the
circumstances.

Under what circumstances?

Mrs. Rush, I'm sorry. I figured it
wouldn't hurt to ask, but I guess I was

wrong.

I should fill myself out.

Is there an offer?

$70 a share.

Your stake would be worth about $20
million.

You know where to reach me.

I wish I'd never met Alan Rush and I
wish I'd never heard of Rachel Dennis.

What happened now?

Alan's talking about splitting the
magazine in two and giving half to her.

I can't tell you what I'd like to do
with both of her smug little faces.

You know what really bugs me?

It's that she thinks I'm an easy mark.

Well, fine, let her.

She's in for a rude awakening.

What are you going to do?

Something fantastic.

Something creative that gets her where
she lives.

All I have to do now is figure out what
that is.

What are you smiling about?

It's just... This feels so normal.

You coming home from work and telling me
about it.

Work. And I'm telling you now.

Everything's going to be okay.

Is it?

Yes.

I've missed us so much.

I've missed you so much.

This place has great gelato.

I thought two pizzas would slow you
down.

I've never met anyone who eats as much
as you do.

Well, I need it.

For what?

I don't know. I thought maybe we'd go
dancing later.

Don't you get enough of that at work?

Not anymore.

Now that I quit my job.

Robin.

Wait a minute. Not because of Alex's
threat.

I figured if you were so willing to
sacrifice your reputation for me, I

be willing to not put you in that
position.

You didn't have to do that, you know.

I know.

So are you going to admit hundreds of
men lusting after you every night?

You're enough.

Actually, I think I've realized that I'm
willing to do just about anything to

make this relationship work.

So am I.

Did you talk to Alex?

Yeah, I did.

Is everything okay?

Look, she can say whatever she wants.
She can do whatever she wants.

All I care is that we're together.

Let's go.

Peter, what is it?

Something wrong?

I just don't want to lose you ever.

Well, then you won't.

I got a lot to do today.

You know I love you.

Mark, about last night, I

wasn't ready for that to happen.

But it did happen.

But you have to know, it doesn't fix
anything.

I still hurt.

I used to feel like you were all mine
and I was all yours.

I don't feel that way anymore.

I wish you could.

I'd do anything, anything you want.

I want you not to have slept with
Carrie.

I don't believe it. Alex is pregnant?

How the hell did that happen?

Well, I mean, I know how it happened,
but I thought you were a little bit

smarter than that. Well, nothing's
foolproof.

I didn't even tell you the worst part.
She expects me to marry her.

That is bizarre. Are you sure it's
yours?

I'd give anything if she'd just look at
another guy.

Oh, Carrie, what am I going to do?

Well, you can space the fact you're
going to be a father, set up a trust

promise to take him to a ball game every
other weekend.

But whatever you do, you do not have to
marry Alex.

Can I be there when you tell Mom? You
better not be enjoying this. I was just

offering my support.

Mom's gonna kill me.

No, she's not. She can love you no
matter what you do.

You're lucky I broke her in.

But I must admit, it'll be nice having
you as a black sheep in the family for a

change.

You wanted to see me?

Yes, Mrs. Rush.

I'm so sorry to drop in unannounced like
this.

What can I do for you?

Well, it's a little embarrassing.

I thought Peter would have told you, but
obviously he hasn't. Told me what?

That I'm pregnant with his child.

No, I didn't know.

Mrs. Rush, I realize that we didn't
exactly hit it off when we met.

And I'm sure this isn't at all the way
you planned to hear about your first

grandchild.

Would you like to sit down?

Can I get you a drink?

No, thanks. I'm fine.

Have you and Peter discussed what you
were going to do?

Well, I've tried, but... For what?

But Peter and I aren't seeing each other
at the moment.

He's dating someone else.

Someone who works as a lap dancer.

I beg your pardon?

She dances in a club for men.

For money.

I so wish I didn't have to be the one to
tell you all this.

This just does not sound like my son.

I know. I don't understand it either.

But I love him and I'm willing to
forgive his mistakes.

All I want is to make a real home for
our child.

I grew up with only one parent and I
know how hard it is.

All I want to do is give this child a
real family.

I'll talk to Peter.

No, Mrs. Rush.

If you would do that.

Don't worry.

Don't worry about anything.

Come on, this isn't fair.

I wanted to treat you to a nice dinner.

Why?

So we could be surrounded by a bunch of
strangers?

Finishing our meals really fast?

I'd rather we be someplace by ourselves.

Yeah, I guess you got a point there.

Mmm. Mmm.

You should do it all at work.

Can I do something, babe?

Okay. If you really want to.

I need some oregano.

Oregano?

It's green.

Comes in a little spice jar.

I'll be right back.

I thought you were at the store.

I forgot my wallet.

What are you doing in here?

What are you doing with these?

They're for protection.

I like to feel safe.

Why do you need three?

You're asking me questions.

You're not supposed to even be in here.
I know, I'm sorry, but I really need to

understand this.

Look, the things about you I don't know
either.

That's right, there are.

I recently ended a very self
-destructive relationship with a very

controlling man that would go to no end
to hurt me.

I just didn't think I'd ever really be
able to trust any man again.

I knew I didn't have any right to go in
there, but you were being so secretive

about it.

I'd rather you tell me everything, no
matter how bad it is.

That's it.

You know it all.

Really?

I'm a secret.

Mother?

Thank you for coming. Of course. Well,
you said it was an emergency.

Yes. I was wondering when you were going
to tell me that Alex Bertolli is

pregnant.

She didn't come to see you. She did.

And she was full of news.

I understand your latest dalliance has
an interesting profession. I believe the

term is lap dancing.

Robyn's quit her job. Oh, I'm so
relieved.

Mother, I'm sorry you had to hear about
this from Alex. I'm sorry I had to hear

about it at all.

When I think of how proud I've always
been of you.

Can't you see what she's doing? Coming
to your home, turning you against me.

She's desperate. She has nowhere else to
go.

You don't know her.

She's a lunatic. She's the mother of
your child.

And make no mistake about it.

You will marry her.

Don't you have a gallery open up today?

I was open all day yesterday.

And here I was thinking you were the
serious businesswoman.

I am.

I mean, that's not all that I'm serious
about.

I promise. I promise to get a hands -on
with you.

Whoever it is, make it quick.

That's what I thought you were going to
do.

You never said this was a rest job.

I'm saying it now.

I want to talk to you later.

I'm not paying you to sleep with her.
I'm paying you to kill her.

Like I said, I'll call you back. There
is nothing to discuss. We made a deal.

You took my money.

As you can probably tell, I have a very
short temper.

Sounds like you've work to do, too.

I better leave.

Yeah. You bet.

Please tell me that's the story about
the sleazebag fertility doctor.

I'm just going through my notes, but...
But?

I don't want to hear any buts.

Nobody else has this. It's going to be a
huge scoop for us. The problem is no

one wants to talk, on or off the record.

The guy sold frozen embryos without his
patient's permission.

That means people are going to have kids
out there they don't even know about.

They're going to want to boil this guy
in oil. But he's settling the lawsuits

out of court.

Everyone's signing non -disclosure
agreements.

I guess they want the money more.

See, I don't understand this.

Any story about Peter Fairchild or his
family, you report that like it's

Watergate, but anything else... That's
not fair.

Tell me you're not still obsessed with
the guy.

That it's not affecting your work.

It's not.

I worked really, really hard on this.
And came up with nothing.

I should never have given you the story.

Look at this.

Everyone is reading my magazine.

Yeah, it should be a real fun party.

You've got to see this issue. I'm
framing the cover.

Quite a turnout, huh?

Sally, I knew it would be a hit, but
this is too much.

Darling, I believe they're reading this.

What the hell is this?

Looks like communique.

Congratulations. Stephanie, it's
fabulous.

Stephanie, do enjoy your little joke,
because I'm sure Alan won't be as amused

as everybody else.

Here, drink this.

It'll help you wash down the taste of
your own medicine.

Stephanie, there you are.

After the day I had, I'm really not up
to the loving self today.

No? Hard day at the liquor cart, dear?

You'd drink, too, if you were married to
me.

Alan, have you seen this?

Yeah, actually I have.

Well, are you going to say something to
Stephanie about it?

I just got here. Give me a chance.

Stephanie!

Alan, now what?

Congratulations. Your best issue of
communique yet.

Thank you.

Oh, Rachel, please stay.

After all, it is your party.

Gil? Linda?

I just want you to know, I enjoyed our
little discussion yesterday.

Mr. Rush, your offer.

Excuse me.

Yeah.

Who is it? Who bought the stuff?

Adam Brock?

That hillbilly?

Fine. He can bottle his blue in the
face, but let me tell you something.

Rush Media is one company that never...
ever going to own.

What was that about?

Nothing that concerns you.

All right?

Mark,

I

wish you had been there just to see the
look on Rachel's face. It was worth it.

It was worth it all for just that one
moment.

I'm happy for you, Steph.

I really am.

What are you doing?

I'm leaving.

I'm going back to Seattle.

What?

I've been nothing but a stone around
your neck since the day we moved here.

That's not true. You know it is.

Seattle, I felt like I had a life that
made sense.

I felt like I lost my compass here,
Steph.

I've done things I am ashamed of.

Things I never thought I'd be capable
of.

I don't even know who I am anymore.

And whoever it is, I pretty much can't
stand them.

I want to get back to being the man you
fell in love with.

And you feel you have to go back to
Seattle to do that?

It's where I have my lifestyle.

You listen to me.

I only agreed to take this job because I
thought it was going to be something

that would make us both happy.

You're happy.

That's all that matters.

You think I'm happy?

I only came out here because I thought I
had to prove something.

And I did.

Which is I don't have to prove anything
to anyone anymore.

You have a life here.

I can never ask you to give that up.

I don't want a life that you're not a
part of.

So what are you saying?

My mother always told me to leave the
party while you were still having fun.

Tonight, I finally had fun.

Who are you calling?

Alan's voicemail.

You've reached the voicemail of Alan
Rush.

Alan, hi, it's Stephanie.

Just wanted you to know I had a fabulous
time at the party tonight.

You're a real pain in the ass, and I
quit.

Come here.

Thank you for meeting me.

Right. Like I had a choice.

Why are you so testy?

Forgive me.

I don't enjoy being blackmailed. And
showing those sonogram pictures to Peter

Fairchild, I could lose my license for
that.

Really? And what would happen if I wrote
the story about you selling the frozen

embryos of your patients without their
permission?

I only wanted to help families who are
desperate to have children.

Can't you appreciate that?

Gee, Dr. West.

If you're ready to make a statement to
the press... Let's get this over with.

This is a list of all the available
sperm samples and descriptions of their

donors.

Hmm.

Number 34.

Dark hair, hazel eyes, six feet tall.

Harvard educated.

Perfect.

He'll never know it's not his child.

I'll notify the lab.

We'll do the insemination first thing in
the morning.

I have to get pregnant.

You understand that.

Miss Bartoli, you do want a child, don't
you?

I mean, you're not just using one to
trap Peter Fairchild.

Tell yourself whatever you need to sleep
at night, Dr. West.

I'll see you in the morning.