All language subtitles for 14_-_hour_of_the_devil

on Central Park West. I just needed
someone to be there. And I got carried

Nobody ever has to know about this.

Tell me, before you slept with Nikki
Sheridan, did you tell her you loved her

too? God, what a jerk I was, thinking we
actually had something special.

Let's get one thing straight, people.

I'm in charge now.

Life as you know it has just changed
dramatically.

You're not fooling anybody around here.

Let's not get into petty politics,
Karen.

You're nothing but an overpaid clothes
horse.

Truth is very important to me.

It's the only reason I want to become a
lawyer. Now dinner, that's a different

story. If that's an invitation, I'd love
to.

It's over.

You're the father of my child.

What? Peter, I'm pregnant.

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

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

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

half your fortune.

I want you to buy some stock for me. Mr.
Brock.

Adam. Actually, most people just call me
Brock. Why me?

Why not you?

I'll find you something hot.

I've got a line of some new
interactive... I already know the stock

Rush Media.

Rush Media.

You're talking about my husband's
company.

Let's just show myself out.

Is there an offer?

$70 a share.

Your stake would be worth about... $20
million.

You know where to reach me. Well, who is
it? Who bought the stock?

Adam Brock?

That hillbilly?

He can bite what he's blue in the face,
but let me tell you something.

Rush Media is one company you're never,
ever going to own.

Gil, there's a woman calling for you on
line three. Wouldn't give me her name.

Just said to tell you that the Silver
Fox is on the line.

I'll take it in the conference room.

Linda, nice to hear from you.

Is anyone else on the line?

Absolutely not.

Gil, I've considered your offer
carefully.

And you can tell Mr. Brock.

He may count on my votes and my stock.

Sure, he'll be extremely pleased to hear
that.

He should be.

Unfortunately, I can't say the same for
my husband.

Please don't telephone the house.

I'll be in touch.

Understood.

Oh, my God. Oh, my God.

The silver fox is ours.

Good work, Gil.

I'll put together a meeting with my
lawyers and bankers tonight, and I want

there.

We'll follow the SEC first thing
tomorrow morning.

And bring your appetite, son. We're
about to devour Rush Media.

Oh, the bridge of sight, my eyes and
shades of green.

What did you do there?

I got high.

What did you do there?

There you are.

It's all too beautiful.

It's all too beautiful.

I cannot believe this.

Tell Brock I want to see him at noon.
And whoever sold him that stock just

on my hit list.

What is it?

Someone on the board guaranteed this
Adam Brock character a huge share of

stock. Who?

Adam Brock!

He's this good old boy from New Orleans
who owns a large chain of radio and TV

stations in the South.

Obviously, he's trying to stake a crime
here in New York.

But I'd be damned if he's going to do it
with my company.

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.

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

son. Stop saying 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.

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.

ever got a chance to thank you in person
for what scaring that poor stephanie

back to seattle oh no don't pin that one
on me from what i hear she decided her

relationship is far more important than
her career a concept i'm sure is

completely alien to you darling i don't
care she got trampled by a herd of wild

elephants i'm just glad that she's gone
because we both know who's next in line

for a job i'd rather see bush back in
office than you at the helm of this

magazine well i hear that the
republicans are going to have a very

Unfortunately, I can't promise the same
for you.

Darling, what a nice surprise.

You should have called at any of the
same moment.

Coincidence, neither do I.

Alan, pleasure to see you.

I'm not so sure you'll feel that way by
the end of this meeting.

What the hell are you doing here?
Working with Mr. Brock, sir.

I see.

Next time you visit my home, I'll be
sure to have you deloused.

Alan, I don't want to waste your time,
so let me get right to the point.

I have had my eye on your company for a
long time. You've built a nice little

business here.

But I must say that I find your vision
both short -sighted and scattershot.

Earnings nowhere near what they should
be, and as for any synergy among your

various enterprises,

Well, let's just say that Time Warner
isn't exactly running scared.

Neither am I.

My company's not for sale.

And if this is some kind of half -assed
takeover attempt, you can forget it.

You'll never get your hands on the stock
you need. Oh, but I already have.

Your wife's.

Oh.

This day is just full of surprises,
isn't it? Alan, we've got the banks

up, support of your wife, and a nice
chunk of the board behind me.

My shareholders are going to vote down
an offer quite this generous.

What do you want? Excuse me?

How much will it take? Alan, I am
insulted at the insinuation that my

are anything less than legitimate. But
if, due to some stubborn, ego

-driven need to hold on to your company,
you might wish to repurchase my stock,

a premium of $10 a share above my tender
offer would certainly be a...

A nice inducement. That's nothing but
blackmail. I believe they call it

greenmail.

I'll give you another $2 a share,
nothing more. And I will see you at the

meeting of your board, ladies,
gentlemen.

Rate?

Three. On top of your ridiculously
inflated offer that should pocket you

something in the neighborhood of $20
million.

$25, $25, $25.

Let's see.

You know, I might have a better idea.

What if you were to give me Communique?

Don't do it. The answer's not valid in
your little figure he's offering. Oh,

Roy, you certainly do hold on to a
grudge there, don't you?

What's he talking about? Ten years ago,
Brock owned a real champion.

Thunderbolt, wasn't that his name?

Highly favored to win the Triple Crown.

I was running a horse myself that year.
She placed at the Kentucky Derby, but

she was no Thunderbolt.

which was lucky for her, actually,
because Thunderbolt came down with some

of strange hoof -and -mouth disease.

She was poisoned.

No. Is that what happened?

Oh, that's heartbreaking.

You poisoned her? Come on, Brock.

If that were the truth, I'd be in jail
right now.

Maybe you just fed her some bad hay.

What's it gonna be, Alan?

The money or the magazine?

You know something?

You should never let emotion stand in
the way of a good deal.

Then I suggest you follow your own good
advice.

Fine. Resend your offer and communique
is yours.

Lock, stock and barrel.

Oh.

Good luck.

You're going to need it.

We need to talk.

You know, Stephanie's been gone for days
now.

And while I don't want to push you into
anything, but I do believe that I've

proven that I can run this magazine even
better than she can. I think you've

done a marvelous job.

I have? I mean, you do. Oh, I really do.

You're a bright, talented woman. I'm
sure you'll be a big asset here for

to come.

Well, thank you, Alan. And with your
support, I hope to be. Which leads me to

announcement. Alan, Alan, don't do this.
You don't know what you're letting

yourself in for. Actually, I know
exactly what I'm letting myself out of.

Quiet, people.

Listen up.

Mr. Rush has a very important
announcement to make.

After careful consideration, I have
decided to sell Communique.

As of now, you all work for Adam Brock.

What? Goodbye, everybody. Nice knowing
you.

What are you up to?

Just what it looks like.

Free ride's over, kid.

You're gonna have to work for a living.

Mr.

Brock? Nope.

Right here.

Hi, I'm Rachel Dennis, community case
fashion editor.

And your significant other, as I'm sure
you're aware.

Actually, I'm not.

There hasn't been time to discuss
anything of a personal nature. But you

be very proud of this young man. He was
instrumental in making all this happen.

He was.

I can't believe it.

No, I mean that he was so good at
keeping a secret.

See you at home, baby.

It's a pleasure meeting you. Pleasure to
meet you.

Oh, honey, I'm home.

Pleasant day at the office, dear.

Made a few million in the market.

Proved an architect for the downtown
tower.

Blocked a takeover attempt at my
company.

Excuse me. You heard me right. I blocked
it.

You traitorous bitch. You thought you
could just sell me out right under my

nose. The offer was too good to refuse.

It was nothing but a greenmail attempt.

And a failed one at that.

Because Brock decided to rescind his
bid.

No, he made me a firm offer. And I made
him a firm counteroffer. In the form of

communique. You gave him the magazine?

Well, that was a stroke of genius.

But nothing but a big headache. I'm glad
to be rid of it.

Fine.

But everyone knows my shares are on the
market now. And someone else will come

after them. Why are you doing this to
me?

You humiliated me for years with your
affairs.

Since business is all you care about.

I'm going to hurt you the way you hurt
me. Linda, I have enough enemies out

there. I don't need to be watching my
back at home.

Can't we just call the truce?

After all we've done to each other?

I think it's a little late for that.

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

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, haze alive, six feet tall,
Harvard educated.

Perfect.

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

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 realized 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... But what?

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

He's dating someone else.

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.

you would do that.

Don't worry.

Don't worry about anything.

Good morning, people.

Well, as you all know, I recently
assumed ownership of Communique, and I'm

a buddy here is wondering just what kind
of an SOB they're working for now.

Well, first of all, I'm a straight
shooter.

I don't mind if you screw up as long as
you work hard and you're honest with me.

I like people who do their jobs.

If they do them well, I leave them
alone.

But most of all, I like to have a good
time.

Anybody have a problem with me so far?

Good.

Now, my first order of business will be
to appoint a new editor -in -chief. And

from what I gather, we've got a big
backlog of stories, so for the short

we're going to be okay.

But if anybody has a suggestion...

question, and even a good fly -fishing
tip, I'll be in my office.

Mr.

Brock.

I can't tell you how thrilled we are to
have you here.

Brock. Excuse me?

Everybody just calls me Brock.

Oh.

I see. Well, Brock.

I don't know if Alan Rush told you, but
with Stephanie Wells leaving the

magazine, I was all prepared to assume
her position.

I mean, except in a few minor details,
my contract was practically signed.

No, this is news to me.

Well, you're probably in the dark about
a lot of matters around here.

Which is why I wanted to give you my
objective assessment of everyone here at

the magazine.

Beginning with Carrie Fairchild.

Alan's daughter.

Stepdaughter. They're thick as thieves.

Which explains why she gets paid $200
,000 a year to chat on the phone and eat

expense account lunches. Well, that
sounds insane.

I know.

Well, where can I find this Carrie
Fairchild?

Well, when she decides to put in an
adherence, she occupies that prime piece

real estate in the corner.

Well, thank you, Rachel. It's nice to
have someone with your clear -eyed view

things around here.

He's down -to -earth, sexy, with real
Southern charm, everything that Alan's

not.

Uh -huh.

And he happens to be in my office right
now. I'll call you back, sweetheart.

Brock, it's a pleasure to meet you.
Likewise.

You know, this may not sound loyal to my
stepfather, but I'm one of your biggest

fans. I was standing in the rain in New
York Harbor the year you won the

America's Cup.

No kidding. That was you?

Well, it's quite obvious what you're
here to tell me.

I'm fired.

Casualty of war, as they say.

But I understand.

My only regret is that I'll never have
the opportunity to work with you.

Who said anything about getting fired?

Well, I just assumed.

Carrie, you are welcome to stay, but not
at the salary you're accustomed to, nor

in the office that I'm going to need for
my new editor -in -chief.

I see. I'll be more like the walking
wounded.

Darling, a magazine is not a
battlefield.

It's not a playground, either.

I'd be happy to pay you a million
dollars a year if you can somehow prove

that you deserve it.

Otherwise, you will get a fair salary,
and in return, I expect an honest day's

work. Deal?

Well, you don't seem to be the type of
man that women say no to. Oh, yes, they

do all the time.

Especially when they're young enough to
be my daughter.

Look forward to working with you.

There's one more ask that I bring to the
table you may not be aware of.

I have... There's social connections in
town, and

right now, everyone's dying to meet you.

Why don't I throw together a little
party for you tomorrow night? Just a

of the city's most interesting people.

Why do I have this feeling that we do
not share a definition of interesting?

Just trust me.

You send me an invitation, I'll do my
best to be there.

as Rush.

Wasn't sure you'd show.

Well, here I am.

I, uh, just wanted to tell you how sorry
I was that things didn't work out the

way I anticipated.

I understand the risk that you took in
offering me your shares and can only

imagine the fallout at home when your
husband discovered that you had made

available to me.

I hope I haven't caused you any
irreparable harm.

I'm a survivor, Mr. Brock. I always have
been.

But it is true I've shown Alan my hand.
Now I have to live with that.

But I'm wondering if this wasn't your
plan all along.

I mean, you must have done enough
research to discover I don't have the

marriage in Manhattan.

You knew I had a motive to sell.

Then you used my commitment to leverage
my husband into giving you his magazine,

never intending to buy my stock for a
moment.

No, it wasn't quite that premeditated.

I do hope you'll accept my apologies.

Mr. Brock, this slow southern charm of
yours doesn't fool me for a minute.

Underneath, I think you're nothing but a
horse thief, a disreputable cheat, and

a sleazeball of the highest order.

Well, I guess I deserve that. No, you
deserve a hell of a lot more.

Is that all?

No. My daughter works at the magazine
you stole from my husband.

I want her treated with decency,
kindness, and respect.

Understand? I got it.

Good. Then we have nothing further to
discuss.

Actually, there is one more thing.

What is it?

You cut a wonderful figure.

Beg your pardon? As a matter of fact,
you might just be one of the most

beautiful women I have ever met in my
life.

Well, I'll be sure to tell your wife you
said so.

I'm not married.

Have a nice day.

Oh, you bet I will.

Rachel Dennis, editor -in -chief.

Congratulations, honey.

Premature.

I had those cards printed up two days
ago in anticipation of Alan's

announcement.

But now that Brock owns the place, he's
making noise about interviewing outside

people. I feel like I've got to claw my
way back up all over again. What do you

expect? The guy barely knows you.

Yes, but he does know you.

Gil, I want you to arrange a dinner this
week, the three of us. I can't do that.

Oh, here we go again.

Mr. Supportive.

Look, I'd give anything. I mean, sort of
a sexual favor to land you some

business. I'll bet the moment that I
suggest... Rachel, put me some slack,

you? I just got into business with a
guy. It's the break of my career. I have

proceed cautiously.

See, there's your problem in a nutshell.

Sometimes you're so damn cautious, you
don't realize you're going to rock the

boat to get somewhere.

And you, my darling, have the subtlety
of a kangaroo in a china shop.

Okay, look, let me do things my way. I'm
playing racquetball with a guy

tomorrow. Maybe I'll put in a good word.

A please might come in handy.

Please.

I'll think about it.

tired of what interviewing at law firms
for summer associate positions where

there's always one guy who pulls me
aside and says get out now while you

can i feel like somewhere between la law
and oj the entire profession went south

never felt so politically incorrect in
my entire life wasn't it comforting to

know you've got another pariah to hang
out with very comforting i'll be right

back

You haven't told her yet, have you?

What the hell are you doing here? If you
don't, I will. I've got to have time.

I don't have any time.

I'm a biological ticking clock. And
every breath I take brings your baby one

second closer to this world.

Alex, this isn't the place. I'll call
you in the morning. Listen to me, you

spoiled little blue blood creep.

You knocked me up.

And now you're going to marry me,
understand?

And if you refuse, I'm going to play the
talk show circuit.

From Oprah to Rolanda, you won't be able
to turn on the TV without seeing my

sad... to your stained face as I tell
the entire world that Peter Fairchild

advantage of some poor girl from Staten
Island and then dumped her ass.

Maybe I'll let Geraldo broadcast the
delivery live.

You're insane.

No, just desperate.

So I'd advise you to make a decision
soon.

Because I'm hormonal.

I'm capable of anything.

Good morning.

How long have you been watching me
sleep?

Half the night.

I can't help it. You keep me awake.

Good. I like that.

I say, if it's a boy, we call it Peter.

But if it's a girl, we call her Louise.

After my mother, God rest her soul.

Sorry, I think you have the wrong
number.

Is that slut in bed with me?

I guess that's game, huh?

I hope so.

I think I can go another round.

After you, son.

Sorry I didn't tell you about my
girlfriend working at Communique. I

you to think I had any special interests
over there.

Rachel, right?

Ambitious girl.

She is.

Very smart.

You know, she was, uh...

First in line for top job at the
magazine before your takeover. Yeah,

that's what she tells me.

Anyways, for whatever it's worth, she's
a hard worker and good at what she does.

Not the magazines are my business.

I think you should give her a chance,
Brock.

At least sit down and talk to her.

On your say -so, I will.

I can't believe the way you bungled this
one, Mother. Not only did you end up

with no money, but now I'm broke.

The new owner's keeping you on, isn't
he? Yeah, at a bargain basement salary.

How am I supposed to live?

Like any other young woman in the city.

You'll put in an honest day's work.

I'll go bankrupt within the week.

You'll survive.

I can't muster much sympathy for you
right now, considering what your

going through.

I can't believe he got that girl
pregnant.

He can't marry her. One miserable
marriage in this family is more than

Mine can't last forever.

Not after this, I can't. We keep saying
that, but like some dysfunctional

energizer bunny, it keeps going and
going and going.

Can I help you?

Are you Mrs. Rush?

Yeah. These flowers are for you.

Beautiful, thank you. Wow.

Where are they from?

They're from the Met. I raised a lot of
money for them this year.

Oh. Well...

I have to get to work. Oh, I'm throwing
a party tonight at the Zink Bar for Adam

Brock. I want you to come.

What on earth for?

Well, if nothing else, it'll get you out
of the house and drive Alan crazy.

Bye.

Bye.

What's the say here about a party that
you're throwing for Brock this evening?

Calm down, you're on the guest list, but
I can't guarantee you a spot in the VIP

room. Do you really think that you can
manipulate Brock the same way that you

did Stephanie?

Rachel, just because I'm close to
virtually every socially interesting

Manhattan, there's no reason to be
jealous.

After all, you do know Gail.

What's this?

Huh?

Oh, come on. People, how many times do I
have to tell you not to oversaturate

the fashion layout for so much red?

Everyone appears to be paying attention
in the meetings.

When I see this kind of thing, I realize
I must be dealing with a group of brain

-dead morons.

Once Adam Brock names me editor -in
-chief, it's Armageddon in the art

department. Now bring down the tones.

Do I make myself clear?

Rachel.

Brock. Hi.

Nice to see you.

You like horses?

Horses? If I do, then why?

Well, there's gelding out at the park I
want to take a look at. Why don't you

join me? Give us a chance to talk, get
some fresh air.

Marvelous. I'll just go grab my things.

Handsome devil, isn't he?

I'll say.

Come on, hop up.

Put me on that thing.

I thought you said you liked horses.

I'm just not really dressed right now.

Well, neither is the horse.

Come on.

You don't have to choke me. It'll be
fine.

You're bored now?

Uh -huh. I'm fine. Okay.

Come on.

Not too fast.

Come on.

Playing racquetball with Gil this
morning.

He was sure singing your praises.

He's wonderful, isn't he?

How long you two been together?

Oh, a long time.

Very close.

He's a nice kid.

Don't know if I can say the same about
you, though.

First of all...

I don't like the way you talk to people
in the office.

You're in a position of authority. You
have to show people some respect.

Otherwise, you're just a damn bully. I
hate a bully.

Oh, God!

Secondly, you've been kissing my behind
since the day I walked through the door.

I hate butt kissers. Always one step
away from stabbing you in the back.

And the third thing... Mr. Brock, if the
third thing is what I think it is,

there are a lot cleaner ways to fire a
person.

Brought you out here to give you a
promotion.

That is, if you can treat people
decently and do things my way.

You mean I've got the job?

I mean, you've got a trial period.

You show me you're something besides a
fashion plate with an attitude, maybe

it'll turn into something permanent.

Thank you, Brooke.

By the way, be sure to send me a
cleaning bill. You're a mess.

I don't know what to do.

I told Allison. to give me some time,
let me figure things out.

But now she's gone completely psychotic
on me.

I'll shut her to think what she's going
to do next.

Wow. Well, this is a problem.

But you're going to be a dad. That's
something.

Something I'm not ready for with a woman
I don't love.

I can't believe this is happening to me.
To me.

Maybe it's not yours.

It is.

She doesn't sleep around. I don't buy
that. Not for a second.

She's such a nutcase. Why believe a word
she says?

Even if it does turn out to be the
truth.

There's a part of me that wants to take
responsibility for my actions, but

there's another part of me that wants to
pretend I never met her, deny I ever

touched her, which I can't believe I
ever did.

Well, then problem solved.

It's her word against yours.

At least till the blood tests come in.

You have to stay completely still for
three hours to allow the sperm to

commingle with the eggs.

When will I know if I'm pregnant?

We'll do a blood test in a few days.

A few days?

I don't think I can wait that long.

Sorry, Miss Bartoli, but you can't
blackmail biology.

Don't move.

I'm going to have his baby.

I'm going to have Peter Fairchild's
baby.

I love bringing downtown artists and
creative types together with Upper East

Side socialites. Everyone forgets who
they're supposed to be and just has a

time. Mm -hmm.

And what exactly are you supposed to be?

Well, I'm not sure yet, but I'm sure
having fun finding out.

Gary, have you heard the wonderful news?

I think I'm about to.

Brooke has appointed me editor -in
-chief.

It just happened this afternoon.

Congratulations.

This was supposed to be a party for
Brock, but it looks like you've stolen

thunder.

You couldn't have made a better choice.

Excuse me.

Hey, Carrie.

Great party. Not anymore. I just heard
Rachel's our new editor -in -chief.

Oh, where's Stephanie Wells when you
need her?

Linda, what a pleasant surprise.

Brock, I didn't expect to see you. Oh,
well, this party is in my honor.

Why didn't you know that?

All I know is that my daughter was
throwing it.

Uh -huh.

Thank you for the flowers, by the way.
They were beautiful.

You're welcome.

And completely inappropriate.

Well, I'm sorry you felt that way.

So, how about it?

How about what?

Dinner.

I admire your persistence.

But I have to be married.

So the answer is no.

But not for long.

Peter!

Mother, what are you doing here?

You don't look so shocked. Your sister
invited me.

Besides, the old bag can come out once
in a while and have some fun, no?

Mom, I'd like you to meet Robin.

Yes, yes, I've heard a great deal about
you. All good things, I hope. Of course.

Hello, Peter.

Alex, I don't think this is the time.

Look, Peter, I'm sorry to bother you,
but it's just so hard waking up every

not knowing what's going to happen.

I feel so alone.

Alex, please, please sit down. I wish we
could discuss this in private.

I know you do, but you won't see me.

You won't return my calls?

I am pregnant with your child.

And you're obviously with another woman.

I feel completely abandoned and I just
don't know what to do anymore.

I'm sorry.

Is this true?

But you haven't told her?

Robin.

Robin, at least let me explain.

I feel like such a fool.

How could you keep something like this
from me? I was planning to tell you I

didn't know how. I don't love her.

Well, then you do have a problem.

You're right.

Because I'm in love with you. Don't say
that.

You're a responsibility to her. And you
have to deal with that before you can

even think of seeing me again.

Sweetheart, we have been over this and
over this.

And it seems there's only one logical
thing to do.

Mother, you can't expect Peter to marry
someone he doesn't even like, let alone

love.

Of course, now that I think about it,
you could teach a master's course on

subject.

I just wish there was a shadow of a
doubt, but I know there isn't. Peter,

have a wonderful future.

This doesn't have to be forever. If it
doesn't work out, you can get a divorce,

but at least you will have given your
child a name.

And spared you a lot of embarrassment.
Isn't that what this is all about,

Mother? No, it's not.

No matter which way you look at it, I'm
trapped.

Then don't look at it like that.

Once you see your child, you may fall in
love.

With Alex Bartoli, give me a break.

No, I'm going to have to marry her.

But she's going to have to sign a prenup
and prenegotiate all custody issues in

advance because I guarantee you there
will be a divorce.

I believe that you're sitting in my
office.

I'll move when I'm good and ready,
Rachel.

Oh, no, you'll move when I tell you to
move.

And I want you out of here.

Now, what exactly is this all about?

Well, I just think it's time to set some
boundaries.

You work for me, understand?

I am your boss.

And all the social connections in the
world aren't going to change that.

So if you want to survive around here, I
wouldn't bother with the manicure.

Because I plan on working your fingers
to the bone.

Well, we're quite the power -mad
monster, aren't we? Darling, this is my

side. Now, scoot.

I have a fumigation crew arriving at any
moment.

Alan Rush's office.

Tell him Carrie Fairchild's on the
phone. It's urgent.

Yes, Miss Fairchild.

Okay. Okay, so the unit's not rent
-controlled.

But the fact is, you did put that family
out on the street, and as a result,

I've got to go. We'll talk about this
another time.

Bye.

Peter, what a wonderful surprise.

Alex, I've given this a lot of thought,
and I'm ready to cut you a deal.

A deal?

What kind of a deal? Despite my actual
feelings, I will agree to marry you for

the sake of my child.

We will work out a mutually agreeable
custody agreement in advance and a

financial arrangement whereby you will
be comfortable for the rest of your life

because I plan to terminate the marriage
after a period of exactly one year.

Is that any way to propose to your
future wife?

It's as much as you're going to get.

Oh, no.

If you're serious about marrying me,
you're going to get down on one knee and

show me that you mean it.

Otherwise, I'll be delivering this
bastard in a welfare hospital on the

page of the New York Times.

Alex, will you marry me?

What was that?

I didn't hear you.

I said, will you marry me?

Will I marry you?

Yes, yes, yes, yes, yes. Oh, Peter
Fairchild, you have made me the happiest

in the whole wide world.

Alan, I'm glad you could make it. Yeah,
sure.

So, what's the big secret?

I know how humiliating it was for you to
lose communicator Adam Brock.

And frankly, I want to help you.

Very nice of you to offer.

But I'm not contemplating suicide
anytime soon.

I'm serious. The man is horrible.

He treats me like the enemy. He's cut my
salary to a fraction of what I'm worth.

If you'll simply cover the difference, I
promise to do anything and everything

to help you destroy him.

A promise from you.

I've got confederate dollars I put more
faith in.

Face it, Alan, you need me, and for the
right price, I'm yours.

I'll let you know.