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What's it gonna be, Al? The money or the magazine?

Fine. Resend your offer and communique is yours. Lock, stock, and barrel.

You might just be one of the most beautiful women I have ever met in my

Well, I'll be sure to tell your wife you said so. I'm not married.

We just called a truce. After all we've done to each other?

I think it's a little late. I am pregnant with your child.

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

even think of seeing me again. Alex, will you marry me? Will I marry you?

Yes, yes, yes, yes, yes! This is a list of all the available sperm samples.

Hazel eyes, six feet tall, Harvard educated, perfect.

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

The Caldwells, the Martins, Mrs. Winner, and the St. Clairs.

Yeah, they're back together, at least for this week.

All our contributing angels are coming.

They should.

The figure you're gouging from them.

I gouged it from you too, Alan.

But I do so appreciate your spirit of giving.

I keep thinking there's someone we haven't invited.

Someone whose name should be here.

Of course.

How could I forget?

Adam Brock. No!

Not him. No way. No how.

At the risk of sounding trite, this event is for a good cause.

And however you feel about Adam Brock, he's still a major donor.

And as chairwoman, it is my job to solicit donations.

Solicit all you want, but I'm warning you right now, if that Rube is on the

guest list, your husband stays home, all right?

Fine. You win, the children lose.

That Brock is too cheap to kick in much anyhow.

All right.

Take it easy today, will you, doll? I want to be able to show you off tonight.

Bye -bye.

Adam Brock, please.

He's not in. He's not?

No. May I take a message? Yes. This is Linda Rush.

I'm calling because I haven't heard from Mr. Brock yet about our Mothers for

Others benefit tonight.

What benefit?

You never received an invitation. I don't believe it.

Well, I'm certainly glad I called. I'll send one right over. And please, tell

Mr. Brock that I know it's last minute.

But we'd be honored to have him there.

Yes, Mrs. Rush. I'll help.

Thank you. You're welcome.

They did a real full -court press on me at the Plaza Hotel.

Actually, I am glad they did, because I think the Grand Ballroom's just perfect

for us.

I know you probably prefer the Pierre, but I feel exactly like Eloise at the

Plaza, although she never had the honeymoon suite.

Anyway, they're willing to meet all my terms from the personalized napkins for

Alex and Peter, right down to releasing the clock of white doves. Alex, we're

not getting married at the Pierre or the Plaza.

We're not having a big wedding at all.

What? You heard me.

We're just going to slip out of the city and have a quick civil ceremony in some

small town. How romantic.

And I suppose for a ring, I get a strip of tinfoil.

When we met, you were the salt -of -the -earth girl from Staten Island. Peter, I

am the same person I always was.

It's just that what woman doesn't dream of a storybook wedding?

As for being extravagant, your mother's offered to pay for everything. So relax,

it's not coming out of your pocket.

Oh, I'm paying in every way but money.

Peter, I've been very patient with you, but now my patience is wearing thin.

Perfect.

Are you threatening me?

No, no threats, just facts.

Such as we're getting married when and where I say.

So, where are you taking me for lunch?

Moore, you said everything on Adam Brock.

I didn't expect all this. The man needs his own nexus with all this press.

Pretty.

Very pretty.

Oh, I don't know.

Doesn't do me justice, I'd say.

But then I'm not your typical prune -faced tycoon.

So what are we working on here? Or is this private research on company time?

I'm sorry, but you must understand. You're the new boss. I'd like to know

about you. Well, you just stick around. You'll learn everything soon enough.

Including how to put in a hard day's work.

Rachel Dennis?

Jordan Tate, junior editor at Warden Weston.

I called you last week about communique running excerpts of our new authors.

And I believe I told you then I don't deal with junior anything.

I'm sorry, but since I'm already here, you might want a catalog of her upcoming

fiction.

There's some amazing young talent here, and material made for communique.

David Sten, Terry Minsky.

I've never heard of these writers.

At least take a look at some advanced galleys. I may be just a junior editor,

but I really believe in these people.

And I'm giving you a golden opportunity here to get in on the ground floor of

their future success.

If and when that happens, darling, then we might indeed have something to

discuss. For now, you people are nobodies, and today is not their lucky

Or yours.

I guess not.

Thank you for your time.

Jordan.

Hi. Carrie Fairchild.

I don't mean to bother you, but I just had to introduce myself. I'm a huge fan

of every one of your authors.

Not mine, exactly.

I'm not even a full -fledged editor yet.

How did you even recognize me?

Oh, I didn't. The reception said you were here. Oh.

I sort of stormed your new editor's office, trying to pitch your new talent

excerpt. I say trying because I got nowhere fast.

I'm not surprised. Rachel has no tact or taste.

Listen, why don't you just send stuff directly to me? I have a certain amount

influence around here, and I fight for what I'm passionate about.

I know the feeling.

Thanks, Carrie, I will.

Trust me, Miss Tate, you're wasting your time.

You won't get any further with her than with me.

Like I said, no tact or taste.

I have no time to chat up everyone who walks in.

So excuse me while I get to work.

Sweetheart, what are you doing here?

Working, actually.

Or trying to.

Ah, well, be sure to stay out of your way.

I take it you're treating my little girl right.

Your little girl?

You're Brock's daughter?

But your last name's Tate.

My mother's maiden name.

So, what did our editor think of your stuff?

Well, unfortunately, I've had a moment to read it. I know Rachel's very

overwhelmed, so why don't I jump in and help out? I can act as liaison between

Jordan and Communique.

Fine with me.

Okay, it's settled.

I'll send a messenger over today for the galleys. All right, now.

What do you say I buy you lunch, if your schedule permits?

Well, I'm meeting Randy. Why don't you join us? It's about time the two of you

met. Oh, I thought we were being kept apart for a reason.

Dad, you'll like him, and he'll like you.

Well, what are we waiting for?

No wonder you were so nice to that girl. You knew all along that she was Brock's

kid. All I know about Jordan Tate is that she works with some of my favorite

authors. Getting all chummy with Brock's little girl.

I know what you're up to, Carrie, and it won't work.

I think it just did.

Mr. Rush, you want to see me?

Hey, Farrell, come on in.

I've got a little project for you.

What do we know about Adam Brock?

Not much. He's a very private man.

Meaning he must have a secret, yeah?

Could be.

Or maybe he just has class.

I'll put my money on the former.

And you're going to have the privilege of proving me right. I want photos,

tapes, paper trail, anything.

Brock may act like an overgrown boy scout, but trust me, sooner or later

going to misbehave.

If it's later, it may take some time.

No, it won't. Not if I know Brock.

You sure were a welcome sight at the office this morning.

One I'd like to see on a more regular basis.

If Carrie Fairchild likes our writers, you may indeed be doing just that.

She'll like what I tell her to like.

Speaking of which, I got a proposition for you.

What do you say you forget about that junior editor job and come aboard at

Communique? How does fiction editor sound to you?

Like a title bestowed by the owner on his daughter?

I'm not talking about putting you in charge of the place. And besides, we

know you'd do a damn good job.

Dad, if I came to work for you, I'd never be taken seriously.

Well, at least let me subsidize your salary.

Now, we're not talking about your pride anymore. I just want you living in a

decent neighborhood.

What's wrong with East Village?

Besides, don't you think you should see my new place before you decide I should

move out? All right, you're right, you're right.

Try to get by there real soon.

Good.

Now, where is this Prince Charming?

Oh,

Randy's audition must have run late. And you know actors, they're always in

their own little world.

That's probably why I don't know any of them.

Also, why I don't think I want to.

Don't you start.

And you give him a chance.

Swear to God.

If he ever shows up.

Randy Boyd. I'd like to meet my father, Adam Brock.

Hey. How you doing?

I just had the most incredible audition.

I mean, working with this director, he just really saw what I was doing. You

know, the nuances of my characterization and stuff. Randy, that's great.

So you got the job, huh?

Well, no, not yet, but I think it looks good.

I'm so proud of you.

He prepared really hard for this.

Sounds like it.

What's it for?

Dog food commercial.

National.

Oh.

Order me a burger and fries, okay? I'm going to call my agent and tell him how

it went.

When we get home tonight, let's celebrate, huh?

Be right back.

Dog food.

Maybe it sounded like it was Shakespeare or something.

You've got to start somewhere.

And actors are always getting so much rejection.

This is good for him, feeling validated by this. Well, he doesn't even have a

job yet.

But, hell, it's not like he's paying rent or anything.

Seems how he's living off of you.

Lives with me.

There's a difference. I was going to tell you when you came by tomorrow.

But now I understand why I waited. You've already made up your mind about

Honey, it doesn't matter what I think.

I just want you to be happy.

So do I.

I know what I'm doing, Dad.

This is a goddamn team. There's a slight difference.

Al.

Ah, hello there.

I'm glad you could make it.

I've been trying for ages to get Gil to be more charitable.

And now that he's a success, he has no more excuses.

He shouldn't, since it's my money he's spending.

Or with some other schmuck, double -cross, so you could be here.

It's the rush.

We were ever in business together, so I couldn't and wouldn't ever double -cross

you. We're not going to debate that tonight.

We're all here for the same purpose.

So we'll all put our differences aside.

I thought you said he wasn't invited.

Who? That bargain basement red butler over there.

Mr. Bach, I'm glad you can make it. Oh, I wouldn't have missed it for the world.

Well, Alan, for once it seems we are behind the same cause.

Alan, which one? My company or your social climbing?

You may be able to crash New York finance, but trust me, my friend,

whole other matter.

Is that a fact?

Well, then, perhaps I should follow your good example and get myself hitched to

a lovely lady like Linda here.

Okay, I warned you.

I'm going to get you a coat.

Alan, please, you know I can't leave.

No, I can.

And I will.

Well, lucky for me, I showed up stag.

It's all right, really.

I'm here to work, and that's what I'm doing.

From tonight's benefit alone, Mothers for Others has raised $1 .8 million.

That's a downright shame if you ask me.

You're just $200 ,000 short of an even two mil.

I will pledge that very amount right now if you will promise to celebrate with

me after this show.

Mr. Brock.

If you have your checkbook on you, I'm ready to celebrate right now.

Whoa.

Ten bucks, as you can't guess how I met my first husband.

Ten bucks, huh?

I don't know. You've already taken me quite a bundle tonight.

On a flight from Tallahassee to D .C.

Normally, I work the cabin back in coach.

But this day, I was assigned to first class.

Linda Fairchild, flight attendant.

It was Linda Smith, stewardess then. I thank God for it.

How else would our paths have ever crossed?

This senator was a wonderful man.

And he gave me the jewels of my life.

I meant my children.

I know you did.

I feel the exact same way about mine.

Where are they now?

Well, Jordan is my little girl.

I've got to quit calling her that because she's a grown woman now.

She's right here in New York, which is one more reason for me to buy

The chance it gave me to be near her.

And, uh...

Tyler, my son, I don't know, we don't talk. Haven't

for years.

What a shame.

Well, wasn't my choice.

But that's a long story.

Spies say he takes after his mother.

When Alan and I first got married, he talked about children.

And somehow I knew that was a mistake, just like our whole marriage was.

Yes.

I wanted security for myself, for the kids.

You understand that?

Sure can.

Where are we going? I say it's time for a little two -step. Oh, and I say, no

way. Thank you very much. You're welcome.

Well, that was just me trying to be polite, but since that didn't work...

I can't dance. Sure you can. Everybody can dance. It's real easy. You just

follow me. It's two quick steps, two slow steps, and that is all there is to

Okay. You ready? Yeah.

Not bad for a beginner.

I think it's my teacher.

How are you doing?

Doing fine. Doing fine.

I'm dancing.

What time is it?

Oh, it's early yet, Cinderella. It's about ten to three.

Three a .m.? Yeah. Oh, my God, I've got to go home. Well, look, my car's just

right outside. Why don't you let me drop you? No, that's not wise.

Thank you for a very different evening.

Trust me.

First of many.

I'm flattered that I'm married.

And you have to respect that.

Please. I respect you.

Good night, Mrs. Rush.

Good night, Mr. Rush.

It was fine.

The usual. Like you always say, they're always the same.

You stay long?

Not much longer than you. I didn't check the clock when I came in, but you were

asleep.

Mrs. Rush.

This just arrived. Thank you.

What is that?

From the benefit committee.

You know, thanks for last night's success.

Who do they think you are, Dale Evans?

You told me you raised two million.

I think they could have sprung for a pricier present.

I've got to go. I'll call you later, okay? Okay. See you.

Hello, Peter.

How's your seminar going?

Fine. It's good to see you. You look great.

Thanks.

Look, I've got to go to class.

Robin, I really need to see you. Is there somewhere we can go and talk?

About what?

You and Alex?

There's nothing to say. Yes, there is. And I don't want you to hear it anywhere

else.

It looks like I'm going to have to get married.

Because of the baby.

I feel like I've sold my soul.

And I don't love Alex. I love you.

I know I have no right.

I love you.

But it's too late.

Jordan? Hi.

Hey, thanks for calling.

Oh, I wanted to come to this place.

Well, it's my home away from home.

Oh, Carrie, I could never be as social as you are. I don't have the stamina.

Well, I wouldn't either if I had something worthwhile to do, like working

writers of this caliber.

You like them? I love them.

I think everything in here will work for Communique.

I thought so, too, but your editor... Well, that was before she knew who you

were. Now you could submit Lester's phone book, and she'd agree to run the

thing. Because I'm the boss's daughter.

Well, not because Rachel's a bookworm.

Carrie, I appreciate your support.

But if I'm going to be judged, it's on my own assets, not my father's.

I know the feeling.

I work at Communique for minimum wage, and I wouldn't have it any other way. At

least you've got your family. In my case, it's just Dad and me.

Well, what about your mother?

She took off when I was 15.

She walked out one night and never came back.

At the time, we had nothing, and Dad was devastated.

For years, he kept hoping she'd change her mind.

You'd think she would if she cared about money.

Believe me, that's all she cares about.

And since she owns 25 % of Dad's company, she lives like a queen in Monte

You know, it's funny you never hear about her or read about her. Dad refuses

discuss it with the press, and Mom's too busy spending the money and turning my

brother against us.

I don't know how she poisoned his mind.

Well, compared to your family, the Fairchild seemed functional.

At times, it really breaks my heart.

And other times, I think it's for the best.

Because one thing's for sure, my mother's trouble.

The further away she is, the better.

Especially for Dad.

Patty, partner?

I knew the second I saw it.

It's you.

I'm from North Florida, not West Texas.

But I accept it.

As a memento of last night.

Then you realize why we're here.

But I'm here to discourage you.

Brock, we both know what's going on.

I'd sure hate to run into you the other side of a negotiating table.

I'm serious.

No more late nights.

And no more gifts the next morning.

Agreed?

You could have called me and told me that over the telephone. You didn't have

show up here in the dead of winter modeling your brand new headgear. Maybe

But I thought you deserved more than a call.

And I think you deserve more than your husband.

Hey, Farrell, back so soon?

See, I told you it wasn't going to take long. So what do you got for me?

Something you may not want to see.

Well, come on, let's have a look.

I assume you already had an idea. The negative's in there? Yes.

I guess that concludes our little project.

Whatever you say.

Mr. Rush, I'm sorry.

Not as sorry as she's gonna be.

So, I assume the blood test confirms it.

Actually, the results came back negative.

I'm sorry.

What do you mean?

I'm not pregnant.

But that's impossible.

You said yourself that I was healthy and that those sperm samples came from

fertile men.

They did.

Though you should know, despite optimal conditions, in this procedure,

conception is never a guarantee.

But you did the insemination yourself.

I'm a doctor, not a miracle worker.

Sometimes it takes several months, even years.

Sometimes it never takes it all.

I need to get pregnant, and I need it now.

Well, all right.

I'm ready.

Let's go again.

Well, what are you waiting for?

Miss Bartoli, I assume that you're familiar with basic human biology.

If not, let me assure you that it is not possible now.

Now, if you plan to try artificial insemination again, we'll have to wait

another four weeks.

I don't have another four weeks, you quack. So either you inseminate me

or tomorrow your little frozen embryo racket will be exposed on the front page

of the Globe.

Fine. At least then this extortion will end.

And Peter Fairchild will finally know the truth.

Oh, no, Doctor. He never will.

I'll have sex with a stranger to get pregnant before he ever finds out.

Well, then it looks to me like the tables have turned.

Because when you two apply for a marriage license, a blood test is

under law in this state. One which, if I tip your fiancé off, will prove that

you're not pregnant and expose this sick sham.

Go ahead. Try it.

I'll tell them that you put me under anesthetic and that you aborted my baby

without telling me first.

Miss Bartoli, you do need medical help.

But from a psychiatrist, not an obstetrician.

Oh, in the meantime, mazel tov.

Because once Peter Fairchild discovers your deceit, you're going to need all

good luck you can get.

Where, oh, where is my devoted wife?

Hello, Alan. How was your day?

Oh, full of surprises, to say the least.

That's too bad. I know how you like to be in control.

I wish I could say the same for you.

real Kodak moment, don't you think?

I think I'm glad you had me followed.

I'd forgotten what romance was or that I could ever have it again in my life.

These pictures prove to me that I can.

I'd like to keep one as a memento.

Fire with me because that's all you're going to keep.

Once my lawyer's drafted divorce settlement, this time you're not going

a wax leg to stand on.

Not with these as exhibit A.

I don't care about your money, Alan.

I'd rather be what I was once before.

What was that?

An ex -stewardess in search of a fortune?

A woman that had some love in her life.

I'll send for my things in the morning.

What the hell do you think you're doing?

What I should have done long ago.

Leaving you.

Alex, it's early. It is important.

Open up.

Even sexy while he's half asleep.

Alex, you said this was important. It is.

Peter, I've been up all night thinking, and I've decided that you are right.

In an age of world hunger and nuclear weapons, it is obscene to have a big

wedding. And I can't, in good conscience, go through with it.

You don't want to get married?

No.

Oh, of course I do, silly, and right away.

Oh, I don't know. I guess you could call me traditional, but I want a wedding in

a small town clerk's office with quaint local people and a picturesque view.

And, Peter, I have got the perfect place.

Vermont.

Vermont? I don't understand.

It's beautiful, and there's no blood test needed. You can just apply for a

license and get married right then and there.

Peter, I know you're busy, so let's pick a date.

Tomorrow's good for me. How about you? Alex, listen, there's no reason to be

hasty here. I mean, we've got plenty of time to think about... Speak for

yourself. I put these pants on this morning and I could barely get the

shut.

Peter, my pregnancy is starting to show.

And how will my devout Catholic father feel when the baby is born six months

after our wedding?

At least then he'll know why we got married.

If we're not already in divorce court by then.

Well, maybe I deserve that, but our child doesn't. And right now that's the

person I'm thinking of.

So, clear your calendar tomorrow, okay?

Under one condition.

That the ceremony is totally private, with nobody notified, and no guests

present. Fine.

I won't tell Sol.

Well, it's bad luck for the groom and the bride to be together on the night

before their wedding day anyway, so I'll see you first thing in the morning.

Enjoy your last day of bachelorhood, sweetheart.

Hey, how you doing?

Pretty good, pretty good.

Jordan home?

No, she's at her office, I guess.

Listen, I'd love for you to come in and hang out, but I'm really busy preparing

a scene for class.

What are you doing?

Preparing a scene.

Where, between the sheets?

Randy, who is this?

Who is this?

Listen, now you better go. I'll deal with this. Oh, I won't.

Now you listen up, Lawrence Olivier.

I want you out of Jordan's life.

Fast. I'm calling 911.

Don't bother. I won't be around.

By the time my little girl gets back, neither will you.

Hello, Carrie.

What are you doing here?

Well, I was going to call, but I thought it over, and I decided I wanted to tell

you in person.

Okay.

I left Alan.

Meaning you two had a spat.

Meaning it's over.

For good.

Well, call me a cockeyed optimist, but I think you mean it this time.

I checked into the car lot last night.

I'll be there for a while until I figure out what the next movie is.

Well, the next movie is you're moving in with me.

I don't want you living alone now that Alan's going to put you through hell.

Gary, that is so sweet.

And I'm very flattered.

But you don't want an old bag like me hanging around all the time.

There's no one I would want around more.

I'm proud of you.

About time.

Thank you.

Yeah, I better let you get back to business.

Here. We'll cook dinner tonight in your new home.

Hey, don't I even write a hello?

I'm sorry I didn't want to disturb you, and I have to see Carrie about something

important. Everything okay?

I think it will be as soon as I leave my hotel and move in with her.

Ah, so you, uh, you did think about what I said.

I did this for me, Brock, not for anyone else.

I don't doubt it for a minute. All I'm saying is, uh, finally someone else has

fighting chance.

I suppose so, if he's a fighter.

Goodbye, Brock.

Maybe we'll see each other soon.

Soon as hell. Let's have dinner tonight.

I already have a date.

With my daughter.

But call me.

I'm sure we can work something out.

Alan Rush's office.

Alan, please carry Fairchild.

Where's your mother?

Where's my check?

She storms out for no reason, never comes back?

Well, I haven't seen her, Alan. If I had, we'd both know what I'd say.

That's between the two of you. This is between us.

Deal's off. Without your mother around to nag me, I don't have to give you a

damn dime.

Alan, slander that saint one more time, and I'm going to have to hang up and

never spread some serious dish on Adam Brock.

Too late. I beat you to it.

And nothing you tell me could possibly top this.

Really? Then I suggest you call Monte Carlo. There's a Mrs. Adam Brock there

that sounds like your soulmate.

Sounds more like an imposter.

Brock isn't married. Everybody knows that.

Well, he was once.

She's alive and kicking with 25 % of Adam Brock Enterprises in her name.

I don't expect you to thank me, Alan, but I do expect a bonus on my next

Yes? Find the best florist in Monte Carlo.

Send a dozen red roses every hour on the hour to a Mrs.

Adam Rock.

Andy?

There you are.

What's going on?

What's it look like? I'm moving out.

What? Why?

Ask your father.

That redneck paid me a little surprise visit today.

Ordered me to get out of your life.

I don't believe it. And don't talk about him like that.

I'll talk about him any way I want.

When I told him how much in love with you I was, well, he just went ballistic.

Tried to beat me up. If I hadn't threatened to call 911, he would have

the hospital with a busted face my career's through.

My father wouldn't hurt a fly.

Unless he had a really good reason. Yeah, well, we live together. That's

enough.

Do you know what?

He won't have a reason anymore.

And I won't feel like some second -class citizen who can't compete with his rich

girlfriend's daddy.

That's not true, and you know it. Do I?

And you tell me what he was doing here today, besides trying to pick a fight

with me over you.

Andy.

Hello, Dad.

Oh, darling.

This is a surprise.

So is your little visit to Randy.

Oh, well, believe it or not, I'm sorry that happened.

How can you say that? You made it happen.

Figures. Skunk didn't tell you.

He told me how you roughed him up. What gives you the right to break into my

apartment? When you start getting high and mighty, Missy, let me fill you in on

the part he left out.

When I got there, your knight in shining armor wasn't alone.

She was blonde. She was in your bedroom. She was half naked.

He wasn't exactly in full dress, either.

Really?

And that was your reason?

Well, it was sure a damn good excuse.

And I would hope to God that if you came home to that site, you'd do the exact

same thing. You just don't get it, do you, Dad?

My life isn't yours to live, and the more you run it, the more you ruin it.

what? Randy was a mistake, and you damn well... Maybe, but he's my mistake to

make, not yours.

Darling, what I did, I did for you.

The last person who said that to me was Mom.

And I thought the two of you had nothing in common.

Alex, I thought you said we shouldn't see each other tonight.

Would you like a mint?

Of course, please.

I'm sorry I didn't call first.

I've been thinking about you.

Robin, she's making me marry her tomorrow.

And all the time we're together, I'm thinking... I want to be with you.

Would it help if I told you I feel the same way?

How, by knowing and not being able to do anything about it?

We shouldn't.

Yes, we should.

You're wearing black. How appropriate.

I'm freezing, and you're 15 minutes late.

And at least you could do a spring for a limo.

It's a long ride to Vermont, and I already have horrible morning sickness.

You want to cancel?

Very funny.

Let's go.

I'm late for work.

What do you want?

Well, I, uh... didn't get much of a look -see yesterday.

Very homey.

Did a good job.

Thanks. I'm glad you approve.

Jordan, I came over here to say I'm sorry.

Now on, you're free to make your own mistakes.

Thanks.

I will.

What?

Nothing. Ancient memory.

You and Tyler were just little bitty things.

One summer, it got up to 105 in Shreveport. All you two wanted was a

pool.

I could barely afford to keep a roof over our heads.

So I... Got this old wash tub, filled it up, put you two in it. And you did not

want to get out, not even to eat.

But your mother and I finally just gave up.

We just sat there on the front porch watching our two perfect children at

My family was the whole world to me, Jordan.

And now with your mother and Tyler gone, I guess I just narrowed it down to you.

So if sometimes I'm overprotective, that's because I have an

investment here.

Dad, I'm a person, not one of your holdings.

Good Lord, is that what you think?

Darling, I've got a portfolio two feet thick.

And none of it means a thing next to you.

There it is, over there.

Pull over.

Right there. Stop, stop, stop, stop, stop.

This is it.

The town hall.

Well, what are you waiting for?

I can't. I can't do this.

You didn't say that the night you got me pregnant, so deal with it.

And open the door for me.

This may not be the Plaza or the Pierre, but there's no reason it shouldn't be

as romantic as possible.

Oh, Peter, this is the happiest day of my life.

I wonder who let him out of the zoo.

Is he dressed for the occasion?

Excuse me, move.

I thought we had a deal, Alex. No press.

Peter. Alex.

Jonas Wilkie, Justice of the Peace. Come on right in. Alex, come right in.

Alex,

come on.

Welcome.

Welcome, welcome.

So, are we ready?

Yes, Mr. Wilkie.

Everyone is just beside themselves around here. In fact, this is our first

celebrity wedding.

So, shall we begin?

Relax, it'll be over soon.

Not soon enough. Let go of me. Oh, no.

I'll never let you go. To join this man and this woman in the bonds of holy

matrimony.

Wait, wait, wait, wait.

Don't tell me you're Diana Brock.

Don't tell me you're Alan Rush.

I just thought you'd be more, uh, rustic.

And I thought you'd be taller.

Please.

I do appreciate your coming.

Well, after the flowers, the chocolates, the free Concord tickets, the hotel

suite of my choice, and all my expenses taken care of, how could I refuse?

You're an extremely generous man for a total stranger.

Uh, scotch and water.

Oh, do you know what I just love?

It's about this much beluga.

So, you must be wondering why I brought you here.

No, not really.

But you can tell me if you like.

I have a little business deal to propose.

Sell me your stake in Brock's company.

Now, why would I want to do that?

Because he Shanghai'd me out of my magazine.

Communique? You mean Brock owns Communique?

Well, that's a real improvement over Rod and Real Digest, isn't it?

Listen, I have done my homework.

I know Brock stole your father's company out from under him.

I'm offering the best chance you're ever going to have in your life to make him

pay.

Alan,

my daddy's company was a 5 ,000 -watt country and western station.

In Louisiana Cowtown.

Off of that, Brock built this humongous big media empire.

And thanks to him, my life has been nice and comfortable all these years. Now,

why would I want you to have any kind of control over Brock Communications when

you can't even protect one little magazine?

But it's been great to meet you, and thank you for everything.

Oh, and...

I hope you don't mind if I stay an extra day.

As long as I'm here, I'd like to do some shopping.

Something you should know about me.

I don't take no for an answer very well.

Then maybe you shouldn't try to do business for the Brock.