All language subtitles for 18 - Out On Bail

Previously on CPW.

You're gonna pay for this, Brock.

But more to it. Now, once and for all,
Diana, what do you want? How about a

on your board of directors?

Fine, you got it. What a cheap, social
-climbing little gold digger. Dumping

Alan and then chasing after Brock like
some lovesick teenager.

You really are scared to death of me,
aren't you? Hey, man, I thought you were

gone for good. As a writer, I figure
Manhattan's the best place to be. I

you're really gonna love my new book.

It's not just about what happened
between us, but what's gonna happen to

She blackmailed me. The pregnancy, the
miscarriage, everything was a lie.

So I married the crazy bitch for
nothing. Alex, it's over.

You're damn right it is.

Oh, my God.

What?

You want me to tell you again?

I went to work yesterday morning.

When I got home last night, she was
gone.

And you didn't report her disappearance.

You wouldn't have done anything if I
had, not until 48 hours had passed.

So you decided to sit tight till then. I
didn't think I had any other choice.

Mr. Fairchild, how would you describe
your marriage?

I mean, it's not a trick question.

You loved your wife?

I married her, didn't I?

You knew she was pregnant at the time?

Of course.

How'd you feel when she lost the baby?

Devastated? How do you think?

There was no baby, Mr. Fairchild.

Your wife tricked you into marrying her.
I don't know what you're talking about.

Well, you did when her doctor gave you
the news.

Look, shut up.

We have a sworn statement from him.

Then just a few hours later, the little
missus, she's found floating face down

in the river, meaning you had means,
opportunity, and motive.

Now, you got something you want to say?

it looked like I need a lawyer.

You don't know why I'm crazy.

I don't know why you're blue.

You mess with my head. You mess with the
dead.

Now I want to mess with you.

I don't know why you're lazy.

I'm so in love with you.

What's God going to see? Who's God going
to know? When's God going to help us

through? I can't deny.

I can't explain. I can't reply.

I can't refrain.

I want a dance. I want a chest. I
want...

This can't be happening.

This isn't real.

Mom, this so -called evidence is all
circumstantial. You'd think character

count for something. He wouldn't hurt
anyone, not even her.

Oh, God, there he is.

Oh, Gary, I can't bear this.

Oh, baby, how are you?

I'm more worried about you two.

Well, it's not overdose of nobility
here. Obviously, there's a gross

of justice.

Try telling that to the DA. Did you see
him on television this morning? He can't

wait to get his hands on this case.

How is that possible?

This man has worked with you every day
for two years. He, of all people, knows

you couldn't do this. Politics, Mother,
it's an election year, and I'm not

exactly a low -profile suspect.

Well, that's all besides the point. We
have to get you out of here.

How? With bail set at two million cash,
what are you planning, a jailbreak?

I've already called my lawyer.

He's meeting me at the bank this
morning, so we'll have you back.

before you know it. I was up all night
thinking, what's this going to do to my

reputation? And at 5 o 'clock this
morning, I suddenly realized, I don't

As long as I've got you two on my side.
Oh, baby.

Time's up.

We know, we know this is just a horrible
mistake.

You hear me?

Everything's going to be okay. I love
you, Peter.

I love you, too.

Keep moving.

Let's get out of here.

I'm sorry if there's anything I can do,
anything at all. I think you just did.

Thanks for running the gauntlet like
that. And for being here. Oh, darling, I

wouldn't be anywhere else.

Now,

here's a real tragedy for you, don't you
think?

Only if he gets convicted, which he
would if thoughts were deeds.

You mean this wasn't a match made in
heaven?

Says here he told police they were
deeply in love.

Oh, please. Peter told Gil that he
couldn't stand Alex and the marriage was

never even consummated.

Of course, the person I feel the worst
for is Linda Rush.

I mean, that poor woman. First her
marriage and now this.

Her whole life is in a shambles.

Oh, excuse me.

Why, Brock, it's not like you at all to
come strolling in mid -morning.

I have a meeting downtown.

Don't tell me. The city jail?

Really, Brock, I thought you were
smarter than that.

The CEO of a major communication company
cannot be involved with anything as

sordid as this case.

The only thing sordid about it is the
charge, and that boy is innocent of it.

There's no way that a son of Linda's
could have done what they say.

Honestly, sometimes you are so naive.
You see this woman as some kind of Park

Avenue answer to June Cleaver, even
though both her children are totaled to

that. Diana, I am warning you.

I just don't want to see you lose your
head. That's all.

I remember when you felt that way about
me. It drove you half crazy. No, you

drove me crazy. Now, why don't you go on
back to your office and do whatever it

is you think you do around here?

Actually, I have an appointment with my
broker to sign the lease on my new

apartment. Oh, didn't I tell you that
I'm moving out of my hotel suite? I

the most fabulous place on Central Park
West.

Well, then, for your sake, I hope it's
month to month because you won't last

winter in this town.

Look, Brock, I know you regard me as
some kind of interloper around here, but

let us not forget that it was my daddy
who founded this company. Let us also

forget who he chose as his successor and
who took that small -town business and

turned it into a global empire.

Oh, I know you have your eye on the
world, Brock.

But the question is, who has their eye
on you?

So, at the risk of sounding too
conservative, which, from our point of

sound policy, we feel that an
expenditure of this size is, well,

Just tell me, do I have the money or
not?

Well, technically you do, but only on
paper, in Rush Media stock.

Fine. We'll sell it.

I'm sure Alan will be more than willing
to repurchase your stock in his company.

Actually, that notion's already been
broached, and Mr. Rush declined to do

I'll sell it to somebody else.

Rush Media is desirable stock. Mr.

Rush also asked me to inform you that
due to your present marital situation,

obtained a court order freezing both of
your assets, pending a settlement in the

event of a divorce.

Then we'll raise money another way. I
have jewels.

I have some paintings. Mrs. Rush, all of
your assets are frozen.

I'll apply for a loan. To post bail for
a capital crime?

We couldn't approve of that. No bank
could. My brother's in jail, and you're

telling me we have no place to go?

Well, you could go to Mr. Rush yourself.

I realize that your relationship is
strained, but you are still married, and

is the stepfather of your son.

So that's why Alan turned down your
offer.

So he could have the pleasure of seeing
me beg.

Fine.

Where my children are concerned, I have
no pride.

Good day, gentlemen.

Thanks for your support.

Don't tell me. Some higher -up hated my
work and sent the whole staff a skating

memo.

Hardly. We had an editorial meeting this
morning and decided that our fall list

needs a strong suspense thriller.

So if you'll accept a colossal 5 ,000
advance... Which is twice what I got for

my last novel.

Then congratulations.

You're now a Warden Weston author.

Your contract.

It's standard, but I'm sure you'll want
to go through it. If you were involved,

I am ready to sign.

Thank you, Jordan, for making it happen.

We'll see how you feel a few months from
now when I'm putting you through

rewrite hell.

You know, I re -read your first novel
last night.

And now, having seen the start of this
new one, I was struck by how radically

different they are.

They say you should write about what you
know.

So when I came back here this time from
Seattle, I decided to write about my

last go -around.

Not that it's a pretty picture, but like
I said, it is what I know.

A fictionalized version, I assume.

I mean, no one you knew the last time
you lived here was terrorized by some

psychotic. That's where you're wrong.
Someone was.

Me.

When I first came to New York, naive
wouldn't even begin to describe me. I

in love and happily married, and I just
assumed everyone would respect that.

At first, I was flattered when Carrie
came on to me.

I mean, she could have any man in
Manhattan. So to single me out as

worth pursuing, well, I told her that.
But she refused to take no for an

Boy, did I hear a different story.

From Carrie?

Yeah. Yeah, I'll bet you did.

What did she tell you?

Doesn't matter.

Obviously not the truth.

Not bad, huh?

Well, then you might as well know the
rest.

When she finally realized I'd never give
in, she spread the word that we were

having this hot affair.

And that was the beginning of the end.

Between you and your wife?

And between me and Carrie.

That's why she hates me so much.

I am the one conquest she could make.

And combine that with her jealousy of
you. Carrie Fairchild jealous of me?

Why?

Because she knows how I feel about you.

Why else do you think she's trying to
get in between us?

Unless she's wasting her time.

Because I won't let that happen.

Believe me, Jordan, neither will I.

Sorry I'm late.

Just closing a deal on some Texas
stations.

Anyway, all the haggling was worth it.
Knocked three mil off the asking price.

Thank you for seeing me on such short
notice.

Why so formal? We are still married, you
know.

You know why I picked the Stanhope
tonight?

14 years ago, our first date. This
restaurant, this very table.

You walked in, every head turned,
watched you sit down right there with

Kid from Brooklyn, landing the biggest
catch in New York. Wow.

Alan, I need your help.

Peter is sitting in a jail right now.

I've got to raise money to bail him out.

So you come running back to me. What
happened? New bows say no?

I wouldn't ask him.

I hoped you cared.

I do care. I always have.

I only wish to hell you'd let me show
it.

I am.

By letting you bail Peter out. No.

Love isn't about money, Linda.

You married a man, not a cash machine.

And a man who needs you.

And wants you back, and I know, I know,
I made mistakes.

I neglected you, I took you for granted.

Slept with my daughter's best friend,
among others.

You know, I wish I could turn back time
and change all that.

But I swear I'll never hurt you like
that again.

Alan, I can't talk about this.

Not with my son. Fine, no talk.

I reserved our favorite suite upstairs.
We can be just like we were at the

start, honey.

Listen, let me show you I love you.

You don't love me.

You just can't stand to lose me.

Especially not to Adam Brock.

I told you, Alan.

I'm not here to talk about us.

I'm here for Peter.

Now, will you help him or not?

All right, since you're all business,
here's the bottom line. You want two

million to spring your son, then you're
going to have to want me, too. That's

the deal.

Take it or leave it.

What are you doing?

Leaving it.

Goodbye, Alan.

What did you tell her?

What, you're stalking me now? No, no,
you heard me. What did you tell Jordan

Tate?

Only the truth.

Good night, Mark.

But she didn't believe you now, did she?

She will, and so will everyone else.

Don't you get it, Carrie?

That's the beauty of all this.

Why would anyone believe you over me?

I'm just a regular guy from Seattle.

While you have told so many lies in your
life that you're nothing but the little

girl who cried wolf.

I'm warning you, Mark. Quit bugging me.

Bugging you?

This is only the beginning.

Good night, Carrie.

I'll see you soon.

Nick, where's all this stuff?

I'm not expecting anything.

It must be a coincidence, Mr. Brock.

There's no tenant right below you.

Oh, no, she wouldn't. Oh, yes, I would.

And I did.

Howdy, neighbor.

Oh, gentlemen, you just go upstairs and
see for yourself. It's a total gut job.

I want new floors, new windows, and
everything custom -made. Not that I want

Versailles, just something befitting
Mrs. Adam Brock.

Sorry about the remodel just below you.

But it shouldn't take more than six to
eight months.

And not to worry, because I'll be living
here the whole time.

Diana, you are not moving into this
building.

I know your holdings are extensive, but
I don't think they include Central Park

West. Besides, the co -op board has
already approved me.

So consider my move a fait accompli.

It ain't worse than when death is more
like it.

You've never been very subtle, but these
stormtrooper tactics of yours are not

going to work.

See you at the office or at home now
that we both have the same address.

You didn't need to hear that one.

Finally, I was starting to worry. It
won't be long now, baby, I promise.

You see, Mother was operating under the
delusion that Alan was actually going to

act like a human being. Now that she's
had a reality check, we're moving on.

You mean you're not here to bail me out?
I'm doing everything I can. Two million

dollars is just a lot of money to raise
overnight, and it's just been more

difficult than we thought it would be.
Mother, you've got to get me out. I

belong here. I'm innocent.

I hear that, sweetheart. Believe me,
we're trying.

Look, get me out.

I can't take this. I can't. You don't
know what it's like. All right, all

That's it. The show's over. Let's go.
No, please don't let me down. Be

You're hurting him.

What are you doing?

Yeah.

If your offer still stands, I'll meet
you at the townhouse tonight.

Mom. Wow.

What happened there? Change of heart?

Do you want to see me or not?

I'd like to do a hell of a lot more than
that. What do you say we celebrate at

the hotel suite?

Be like old times.

Whatever you say. Eight o 'clock.

And Alan, have your checkbook ready.

Mom, no. No, there's got to be another
way.

I don't have a choice.

Brock, do you have a moment?

Not for you.

You spare me the good neighbor policy.
This time you have really gone over the

line. I don't mean to put a dent in your
ego, but I leased that apartment

because I loved it.

Not because you lived there.

Brock, I didn't come here to bicker. I'm
concerned about something in this

perspective. This French cable network
you're planning to acquire. You do

realize there's a quota on foreign
programming?

Is anybody alive who doesn't? Then why
spend $10 million to subsidize their

system when we have one of our own right
here?

Because here isn't there.

Is that clear enough?

Perfectly clear, although it's not what
I meant. Apparently you don't

understand. No, Diana, you don't
understand.

I've got work to do, so good night.

You don't mind if I take this home again
tonight?

It's all yours. Consider it a
housewarming present and a good night.

Brock, can I talk to you a minute?

Come on in.

Alone? Oh, yeah. Diana was just leaving.

But now I have a sudden desire to stay.

Go ahead.

You seem to have some pressing business.

Have you talked to my mother today?

No, I kind of figured she'd want to
spend some time with Peter now that he's

home. Well, he's not. She couldn't raise
the bail money, and now she's going to

ruin her life.

You mean she's actually going to have to
work for a living?

Yeah, she's going to work all right.
She's on her way to the Stanhope Hotel

where Alan Rush has reserved the
honeymoon suite.

Ah, reconciliation.

How wonderful.

Oh, believe it. Why would she turn to
him?

Two million reasons, if you get my
point.

That's the trade -off for Peter's bail
money.

My mother has a lot of pride. Thank God
that I don't. That's why I'm here.

Go on home, Carrie. I'll take care of
this.

Brock, this is a family affair.

And it's not your family.

I'll leave it alone.

The way you left your own family alone.

Sorry, Diana. It's not my style.

They want one?

All right, they're sending up champagne.

You think they still remember you only
drink Moet?

It doesn't matter. Anything they've got
will do.

Ooh, not so picky anymore, are we?

Huh? Well, I am.

So I went out today and bought you this.

No, no, go on. Dig in.

This is for me?

Well, I sure as hell wasn't planning to
wear it.

Oh, fine.

Don't say thank you. Just try it on.

I'm here because I said I'd be here.

But this outfit wasn't part of the deal.

I'm not going to... You're going to do
whatever I say, because I'm the one

giving orders here. Hey, honey, tonight
has cost me two million.

I intend to make you earn every penny of
it.

Put it on.

You know something?

No 25 -year -old kid's got a thing on
you.

Your champagne.

Just in time.

I think you could use a little loosening
up.

Now, is that any way to talk to a lady?

Moron. I think you broke my jaw.

Then why don't you just shut up? Linda,
put your coat on. We're leaving.

I can't.

You don't understand.

I understand perfectly, and I promise
you, by noon tomorrow, you're going to

have $2 million cash from me.

Oh, an auction? Great. I bid 2 .5. Is
that jaw still working?

Linda, I'm warning you. If you walk out
of here now, Peter's going to be the

least of your worries.

That's a risk I'm willing to take.

Why didn't you come to me?

I'd give you anything.

No strings attached.

Well, I can't believe we're going to
thank you. Don't bother. I'll just take

back to Carrie. She's real worried about
you. No, no. I'll call her and tell her

I'm okay. But tonight, I want to stay
with you.

You heard what I said.

No strings attached.

If you don't want to... Charlotte, if
you only knew.

But then...

I think you're just about fine now.

Mm -hmm.

Now, my theory is you learn to love
books as a child from your parents

to you every night.

That's what mine did for me and what I
plan to do with my kids.

How about you? Who read to you, your
mother, father?

My dad was always working late.

My mother's idea of a bedtime story was
either the Shreveport Society page or

the latest issue of Vogue.

At least I read to my brother Tyler.

I should remind him of that next time I
see him.

If I ever see him again.

I can't believe you haven't in such a
long time. I mean, I can understand why

you'd lock horns with your father, but I
don't see how anyone could stray far

from you.

I didn't say a word through dinner or
dessert, but I can't wait any longer.

What happens next to the girl in your
book?

Actually, I'm glad you asked.

Chapter five, just finished.

Come on.

At least give me a little synopsis.

You sure know how to stroke a writer's
ego.

Okay, okay.

She comes home to her loft late one
night.

Takes off her clothes.

Starts to get into bed.

And when she pulls back the covers...

Cockroaches?

Don't you think it's a little over the
top?

Read the chapter.

I think it really works.

My first husband used to ask me that
question.

Of course, that was almost 20 years ago.

He'd still be fainting today.

Of course, I wouldn't be here then.

Well, I'm glad you know that.

Because at the risk of sounding old
-fashioned, I don't want you to think I

sleep around.

What a coincidence.

Neither do I.

Are you sure Peter can come home today?

I made you a promise you'll have that
money by noon.

I love you.

I haven't said that.

I told you I'll have a check by tonight.

I'm not your landlord. Open the door.

All right, I get your point.

Carrie.

Now, who's bugging who?

Mark, I've lost an entire night's sleep
and $1 ,200 on an exterminator. What's

it going to take to make you stop?

Tell me what it feels like.

That fear I could see all over your
face?

I need to know from my book.

What am I, some kind of literary lab
rat? I am writing a psychological

and so far it's been pretty thrilling,
but I don't have an ending yet.

Oh, I have a few good ideas, but we'll
just have to wait and see what happens.

You're a sick, pathetic freak.

Correction, Carrie.

Sick, pathetic, published.

Now, I'd show you what I have so far,
but I don't want to spoil the suspense.

But at least now you know it's a work in
progress, and the heroine's fate is in

my hands.

Now, purchase of a French... cable
network would not only provide a crucial

for us within the european community but
it would signify in no uncertain terms

that this company is committed to
worldwide expansion i know that 10

dollar price tag is pretty steep but i
strongly recommend that the board prove

it so all those in favor say aye all
right unanimous

um not quite I'm sorry, Brock, but I
cannot support this. Well, of course you

can't. That'd make life too easy,
wouldn't it?

I'm not trying to be difficult, but I do
have to keep an eye on my holdings. And

my daddy said always read the fine
print, which is exactly what I did all

night, I must say. It didn't help my
sleep any.

Brock, do you realize that half the
total purchase price goes straight to

French government?

Yes, Diana, that's the law for everyone.

Mais non, mon ange, not everyone.

Only foreign investors.

If we were a French -controlled company,
we'd get a tax break, and we could use

those savings as startup expenses, which
is exactly what we'd be doing if we

were launching the network right here in
the USA.

Now, exactly what fine print does this
come from?

Corporate Bylaws, Article 6, Section 10.
Oh, those tricky Frenchmen, neglecting

to translate.

But luckily for us, je ne parle pas
français.

Brock, if this is true, we should
reconsider.

Well, if they're trying to pull a fast
one on us, I'm going to do a hell of a

lot more and reconsider.

Oh.

I said if.

I heard you.

Oh, and by the way, you're welcome.

This is the way at the bar. Well, we got
it. That's the important thing. Oh,

excuse me. This won't take but a minute.

There you go. Now, next order of
business. I'm sorry, Buck. I need to go.

yes. Take this directly to Mrs.

Rush. I will. I will. But that's not
what I mean.

He needs another signature besides
yours.

Huh? Because you're borrowing from
company funds. The bank stipulated

board member countersign. Is that a
point? To show the transaction has its

backing.

Borrowing from company funds?

What exactly do I have to sign? Well,
you are the last board member I'd ask to

sign anything.

But I suppose you all do have the right
to know I'm posting bail for Peter

Fairchild.

I just saved the company $10 million.

And you're... to put a murderer back on
the street.

First off, I'm transferring funds from
my private account. That'll take 24

max to repay the entire sum, so it's not
gonna cost the company a dime.

And second of all, I don't know how it
works in Monte Carlo, but in this

country, man is innocent until he's
proven guilty.

I don't need a lecture in constitutional
rights, but I would like to get one

thing straight.

You'll give a married woman with whom
you're having an affair and a small

fortune to bail her son out of jail, but
you won't make one phone call to your

own son. I can't very well call Tyler
when I don't know where he is.

Whose fault is that?

Besides, if you've got two million
dollars to blow, I have my eye on a

bauble at Van Cleef and Artel.

Well, at least you wouldn't spend it
frivolously.

Chuck. Thanks,

buddy.

Please give Mrs. Rush my regards.

I'm sure she'll be very grateful.

We all are.

Speak for yourself.

Excuse me, gentlemen.

Ladies.

Next order of business.

Jordan, thank God you're here.

Carrie, what can I do for you?

You have to give me whatever Mark's
written. I have to see what's going on.

From his novel?

Yeah. I'll tell you. It's going quite
well.

He already finished the first five
chapters.

Yeah, let me guess. In one, she finds a
dead rat in her desk. In another,

there's half the cockroaches in New York
in her bed.

Obviously, you've been talking to Mark.

No, he's done those exact things to me.

I'm the inspiration for his psychotic
story.

Carrie, don't you think it's time you
let go?

I mean, whatever happened between the
two of you is history.

I know that's easy for me to say, but I
know what it's like being rejected.

You've just got to forget it and move
on.

Mark said he rejected me?

God, he's more creative than I thought.

Why do you have such a problem with him?

He doesn't have one at all with you.

Look, do I get the chapters or not?

I can't release any material without the
author's permission.

I'll call Mark, and I'll get back to
you.

Don't bother. It'll only encourage him.

Jordan, one day you're going to regret
this.

And I hope by then it's not too late.

You're my lawyer. You figure it out. I
want her finances watched like a hawk.

Because if she spends one cent of my
assets, I swear to you, both mother and

are going to wind up behind bars.

We have a problem.

How the hell did you get in here?

Well, it wasn't by broomstick.

Now listen to me. Yeah, last time I made
that mistake, I got shafted.

And stuck with a huge hotel bill, too.

Oh, let's not dwell on the past, Alan.
It's time we started playing on the same

team. Oh, no way, my dear. I'm fine as I
am. Oh, tell me. What are you most fine

about? Letting Brock steal your magazine
or letting him two -step into bed with

your wife?

Look, I'm glad I alluded that magazine.

And I don't give a damn about Linda. You
don't give a damn about anyone.

But admit it, Alan, you still want her
back.

And you want to think your fangs into
Brock, who seems completely immune to

charms, I must say. He won't be.

Once I've unloaded Miss Joan of Arc, the
only question is how.

I know Brock a lot better than he
thinks.

And even though he'd never admit it, if
our son Tyler were to show up tomorrow,

he'd take him back no questions asked.

That's his soft spot.

Like Peter is for Linda.

So why not strike them both where
they're vulnerable?

You don't have to read The Art of War to
know that.

I just have to find a way with Tyler
while you use Peter to reconcile with

wife. Just how am I supposed to do that?

Even I can't top a murder charge.

Oh, Alan, I've told you what to do.
Don't expect me to lead you every step

the way.

Just the same as I left it.

I don't know what we'd have done without
Brock.

If you don't mind, I'd like him to join
us for dinner tonight.

Nothing fancy.

Just family.

I appreciate the thought, Mom, but we
both know how the press would portray

Peter Fairchild parties on his first
night free.

Besides, I'm only out on bail. It's not
as if the charge of murder's been

dropped. But it will be, because you're
innocent.

Now, about tonight, we can stay here or
we can go to Carrie.

And I'll cook.

You heard right. Miracles can happen.

Baby, I'm sorry.

If you're not ready yet, that's fine.
Just tell me what you want to do. I'll

understand if you want to be alone.

No, it's not that. It's just that I... I
can't stay here.

Why not? In the cab, you said you wanted
to come home.

Because...

This is where it happened. This is where
she died.

Peter, honey, what do you mean? I saw
her doctor, and he told me that she lied

about the baby.

I couldn't believe it.

Someone that I thought I was once in
love with faking a pregnancy, tricking

into marriage.

That night when I got home, I confronted
her with it, and she went crazy. She

came at me with a knife, and I just...
Peter.

killed her? It was an accident.

She attacked me, I pushed her out of the
way, and she fell on the night.

So he dumped her body in a river?

Why didn't you just call the police? I
panicked.

God, even though I did not kill her, I'm
going to spend the rest of my life in

prison.

No.

No.

Not the rest of your life.

You did something terribly wrong.

But you didn't murder anybody.

It was self -defense.

We'll get the best lawyers, and you'll
tell the truth.

And the jury will hear you, and they'll
believe you.

I wouldn't believe me.

Why should they?

No wonder the DA's so gung -ho. He could
try this case in his sleep.

He can try it, but he can't win it.

Oh, Mom, please say that you forgive me.

He's going to be all right.

Where is it?

Free at last.

Free at last.

Thank God Almighty, you're free at last.

Well, do we thank the Almighty or just
Adam Brock?

Alan, what are you doing here?

I may be no match for your mother or
your sister, but I do care about you,

Peter. I can tell.

Lately, you've really been there for me.
That doesn't mean I want to see you go

on trial or rot in prison for the rest
of your life.

Thanks for your concern, and goodbye.

All right, it's true. I haven't been
there, but I intend to make up for all

that. I've got a car waiting outside as
we speak and a private plane booked to a

safe South American location.

It figures.

You want me to flee the country?

Enjoy the scenery, perfect your Spanish,
save the rainforest, and someday you

might even risk a return trip home,
though I wouldn't advise it. Let us

you. All worked out down to the last
detail.

Well, Alan, there's one detail you
forgot.

I'd never jump bail.

Peter, why don't you get off your high
horse and listen to me? Your reputation

is ruined. Your career is over.

The trial hasn't even started yet, and
when it does, it'll be a media circus.

matter what the jury decides, you lose.

If by some miracle you get off, everyone
is still going to think you did it. And

with all that, you think I could vanish
into thin air? No way, Alan. It'll never

work. Peter, the pilot and the crew
don't know who they're carrying. I've

people meeting you on the runway in
Chile with a false passport, birth

certificate, $10 ,000 in cash, and
another half million deposited in a

bank. You're going to be awfully tough
to trace.

If I were to do this, and I'm not saying
I would, I'd have to see my mother

first.

To say goodbye and to tell her not to
worry.

Fine. Make her an accessory to your
flight from justice so she can end up

bars in your place.

No. I'll make sure she knows what
happened and how to get in touch with

don't try to reach her yourself.

You know as well as I do that any
direct...

contact is going to implicate her in all
of this. All right?

You've got an answer for everything.

So tell me, Alan, what's in it for you?

I'd be lying if I claimed this is all
about you. It isn't.

The truth is I'm still in love with your
mother.

And if the trial itself doesn't destroy
her, a guilty verdict certainly would. I

don't want that.

Do you?

All right, kid.

The car will be outside for another five
minutes.

It is now or never, Peter.

Excuse me, can I help you?

Hi, yes. I'm here to see Jordan Tate.

I'm sorry, she just went out to a
meeting.

Oh, I thought so. My mistake.

Did you have an appointment?

Mark Merrill?

I don't believe you.

Well, neither did I, but it's true. He's
back, and he's hell -bent on revenge.

These are his new book's first five
chapters, in which he depicts in

detail what he's done to me.

That's how he's trying to drive me
crazy, making me wonder what's going to

happen next.

Then why would he show you these?

He didn't. I borrowed them from Jordan
Tate.

And what does he have to do with all of
this?

Well, she's his new editor, and she has
this pathetic crush on him, which I'm

sure he's working for all it's worth.

Well, I'm sure the worst is over.

Crush or not, she can't publish an
entire novel based on juvenile pranks.

Yeah, but Nikki, that's the point.
They're not just juvenile pranks

He plans to end this with the perfect
murder.

Mine. Oh, come on, Carrie. You don't
think he's actually going to try to kill

you? Yes, I do.

Each trick is thicker than the last.

He told me himself that he's writing a
thriller.

How else do you think it's going to end?

Well, he sure has done a Jekyll and
Hyde.

What are you going to do?

I don't know.

But I'm not going to sit back and take
it.

I've ruined Mark's life once. I can do
it again.

Peter, are you okay?

He is now.

What do you mean?

Where is he? Linda, believe me, this is
for the best. He may be a fugitive, but

at least he's still free.

You animal.

What have you done with my son?

This is the kind of gratitude I get. I
save your son from a life of sheer hell

so he can go traipsing around foreign
countries first class.

He jumps, Bill, and you want me to thank
you?

Actually, you should do more than thank
me. You should reconsider my proposal.

You're insane.

Only about you, kid.

Alan, not only will we never be together
again, but I'm filing for divorce now.

May I suggest you consider the
consequences first?

I'm your only means of contact with
Peter. If you divorce me, you'll never

him again.

Not even you would sink that low.

And if I were you, I'd want to skip town
for a while myself, too.

I mean, Brock may be your Sagala head
now, but how is he going to feel when he

hears the news and realizes he just lost
two million dollars in bail?

Oh,

Linda.

You know, when Brock needed my counter
signature on that check, I said, for

Peter Fairchild, well, by all means.

I mean, I don't care what everyone says.

Even he deserves a fair trial.

Thank you.

Darling, how you doing?

Well, how do you think she's doing? Look
at her, poor thing.

You should look on the bright side. At
least you'll have your son back for now.

We appreciate your concern, Diana, and
how about leaving us alone?

Let her stay. She'll find out soon
enough.

Everybody will.

This morning, my son jumped bail.

I don't believe it. He wouldn't do that.

He did.

With Alan's help.

You mean your own husband instigated
this?

Why would he do such a despicable thing?

Out. I want you out of here now.

I don't see why you're taking it out on
me.

I told you not to post bail.

Linda, just tell me, what can I do?

You're always saying that to me, and I'm
always letting you down. No, no.

You and the boy just made a bad
decision.

You did?

I'm not sure anymore.

What do you mean?

Brock, if you don't want to ever see me
again, I understand.

But no matter what happens between us, I
will pay back every bit of the $2

million. Hush. I don't want to hear
another word about money.

I love you.

We're going to get through this.

Now we both lost our...

Yeah. She is.

Absolutely. Send her in.

Well,

what do I owe this pleasure?

Congratulations.

That was quite a coup you pulled with
Peter.

I just held up my end of the deal.

So now it's your turn. Why don't you get
to work?

Oh, I will.

And in fact, may I use your phone?

Tyler, it's Mom.

So tell me, how soon can you get here?