All language subtitles for 19 - Everything Has Its Price

Congratulations.

You're now a Warden Weston author.

Mark Merrill. He plans to end this with
the perfect murder.

Mine. You want two million to spring
your son, then you're gonna have to want

too. That's the deal. Take it or leave
it.

Why didn't you come to me?

Give you anything.

You killed her. It was an accident.

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

This morning, my son jumped bail. I
don't believe that he wouldn't do that.

It did.

With Alan's help. That was quite a coup
you pulled with Peter. I just held up my

end of the deal.

So now it's your turn. Tyler, it's Mom.

So tell me, how soon can you get here?

Well, Monte Carlo may be paradise on
Earth, but frankly, darling, I was bored

tears. So when Alan Rush called and
invited me to New York, all expenses

how could I refuse?

And when I got here, the...

The energy, the pace, the excitement.

I felt like a schoolgirl.

Then when I saw Brock, I tumbled head
over heels in love all over again.

What? Just the idea of you falling in
love with anyone.

Let alone the man you walked out on
because he was such a bastard.

But your father's different now. He's
stronger, gentler, he's... He's richer.

Yes, much.

I want him back, Tyler.

That's the urgent matter you had to see
me about? For so long, I've settled for

so little. I wouldn't call 25 % of Brock
communications little. Well, I want

more. Sorry, Mother.

You're on your own.

Tyler, if I could convince him myself, I
would.

But I need you to go upstairs, knock on
your father's door, and fall into his

arms.

What's the point, Mother?

Even when I was a kid, Dad thought I was
a loser.

And I sure as hell haven't done anything
lately to change his mind.

Just this once, Ty, for me.

I've slept beside the river, and the
green is growing slow.

I've tripped into valleys, but it's blue
to see.

I want you to come, walk this world with
me.

As long as everybody here is concerned,
coffee comes in paper cups. There's not

a mug to be had anywhere.

This is fine. Thank you.

I hope Carrie's all right.

Carrie?

There's cops I'm worried about.

I thought I understood him, Rob.

I thought I did. I thought I knew my
son.

Not now.

Do this to himself.

Carrie, me.

To you. Now, darling, I told you I don't
want you worrying about that money.

It's not just that.

It's that when you paid his bail, you
became involved, Brock.

They dragged you up here, questioned
you.

Yeah. When are you going to get it
through that sweet head of yours that

involved because I love you?

One of the reasons I love you so much is
because you're a good mother.

Mrs. Rush, will you come this way,
please?

Are you all right?

Don't let him bully you.

All right.

Thanks, Brock, for being there for my
mom.

It's about time she has a real man in
her life and not a snake with a

hyperactive libido.

You know, speaking of snakes...

You should ask your daughter about one
by the name of Mark Merrill.

Who?

Mark Merrill. He's a writer. Jordan just
got him a book deal.

He's a psychopath, Brock.

Believe me, I know.

He's sick. His book is sick.

I tried to warn her, but she seemed to
think he's the second coming of Stephen

King.

You should look into it. She might
listen to you.

I wish I could be more helpful.

It isn't a fundraiser for some charity
we're discussing here, Mrs. Rush. What

we're talking about here is murder.

A young girl was killed, stabbed, her
body thrown in the river.

Do you think you have to remind me?
Don't you think whoever did it deserves

be punished?

My son did not murder that girl. Then
why did he run away?

I know it looks bad. Tell us where he
is, Mrs. Rush.

I told you, I don't know.

I wish I did.

I'd tell him what a mistake he's made.

I'd tell him to come home.

Yeah,

you do that, Mrs. Rudder.

If you hear from your son, you tell him
if we have to find him to put him away,

he'll never see the outside again.

You tell him it'll go a hell of a lot
easier on him if he turns himself in.

Dodd. Marshall Dodd.

Yeah, that's right.

I met him at one of those brain trust
conferences a few months back.

Listen, Gil, give him a call. Try to set
up a meeting.

Suggest a dinner. I think I read
somewhere he's a vegetarian, all right?

And, Gil, I'll be back just as soon as
I've bought Linda some lunch, all right?

Hold forth.

You know, I'm having second thoughts
about using those things ever since

Charles got caught talking dirty.

Well, no, and I'll try to keep in mind
that somebody might be trying to bug my

phone. Always glad to be of help.

In fact, if you don't mind some more
good advice, I'd tell you to cut and run

now while you're only two million in the
hole. I'll tell you, Linda and her kids

are more expensive to keep than a hotel
full of Madame Claude's best girls.

Your concern overwhelms me.

You don't get nearly as much in return,
either.

Rush, you keep your mouth off Linda, you
hear me? I think you're forgetting

whose wife she still is. And her kids.
Otherwise, I will take you apart every

which way I can.

Mr. Rush?

Sir!

I told him on the phone. I don't know
anything.

The police don't like taking no for an
answer.

Any more than I do.

Rock, I gotta find Peter.

I've got to talk to him. I know somebody
at the Tech, Al Visconti. He's the best

in the business.

Anybody can find Peter, he can.

Hey there, gorgeous. Too busy to let a
guy buy you lunch?

Tyler!

Oh, my God, where did you get here? I'm
so happy to see you.

Is that a yes?

Yes. Yes, if you promise to tell me
everything.

Where have you been?

I've been at a postcard from you in
months.

In the Caribbean.

Island hopping, crewing on yachts to
pick up some change.

You know, the usual.

Living like a beach bum, having a hell
of a good time.

Until Mother sent for me. Oh, Mother.

She said it was urgent.

And I figured she was sick. Or you,
maybe.

Turns out she had some crazy plan.

The plot is more like it.

She wants Dad to take her back.

She told you?

I'm a book editor.

Reading between the lines is my job.

She doesn't have a prayer, Tyler. Dad
doesn't love her anymore. He doesn't

like her.

I don't know how persuasive mother can
be.

My job is to throw myself at Rob's feet,
confess my sins, and repent.

Sounds like a good idea to me.

Yeah. Dad really loves you. I know
that's hard for you to believe, but he

One little sign from you and he'd
welcome you back in a New York minute.

I know that you'd like his work.

His writing is smart. It's tough.

His style has sort of a rugged grace.

He creates a world that's so real, so
vivid, it's terrifying.

Yet in person, he's tender, he's gentle.

You're interested in this genius?

What was his name? Mark Merrill?

Wouldn't be personal as well as
professional.

Well,

I have to admit, for the first time, I'm
thinking about breaking my rule about

mixing business with pleasure. My sister
about to break a rule.

Must be a pretty special guy to get you
to do that.

What can I get for you? Another vodka,
please.

Tyler, you've had three already. Do you
really think you should?

Probably not, but I'm going to anyway.

Hello, Jordan.

Hi. How you doing?

I told Hill you looked as if you didn't
want to be bothered, but the days when

you listened to me are long gone.

I'm Tyler Brock.

My brother.

Ah, your brother.

Well, I'm very pleased to meet you.
There can't be too many Brocks in town,

far as I'm concerned.

Please, join us.

Sorry? Rachel and Gilbert, the dads.

Ah, yes.

Dear old dad.

He's a great guy.

According to the press releases, anyway.

Well, watching the way he moved into New
York and the fake disclaim, well, I

certainly learned a lot from him.

Take no prisoners.

That's his motto.

Never met a man whose word I trust more
than Brock's. The guy's a straight

shooter. But I don't need to tell you.

You know, it's a funny thing.

Talking about my father always seems to
work up a thirst.

Here you go, sir. Better bring another.

Right away.

Anybody else want one?

I mean, I got a pretty full agenda at
the moment, Miss Fairchild. I mean, in

case it slipped your mind, I'm trying to
find a fugitive killer.

I mean, I really don't have time to sit
around reading a book.

It's not just a book. It's a blueprint
for my murder.

Miss Fairchild.

If you just look at it, you'll see that
Mark Merrill wants me dead.

Thanks a lot, Bill.

Don't you think that you're maybe taking
this a little too seriously?

You know, fiction writers, I mean, I
think it's a pretty weird idea.

Look, you think I'd come to you after
the way you treated my brother if I

terrified?

It's not even a whole book, it's such a
few chapters.

All right, leave it with me. I'll take a
look at it.

Thank you.

Thank you.

I don't think that now is the right
time, Tyler. You're really putting him

at lunch. Maybe he should sober up a
bit.

You think this is drunk?

Man, you must need a really sheltered
life.

Tyler, believe me, making a scene is not
the best way to make a point. Go home,

take a shower, come back later when...
No, no, no!

You guys all think that Brock is such a
great guy, and I think he's a prized son

of a bitch.

So let's find out now who's right.

What?

I'm going to get Mother. She's the only
one that can handle Tyler.

Tyler? One and only. Well, it's good to
see you, son.

Is it? That's a change. Usually you
can't wait to get rid of me.

Well, you waited long enough to come
back. You might have waited a little

longer.

Say, until you were sober.

Well, that's the problem, Dad, sir.

Sober, I never have any desire to see
you. And I have no desire to see you

drunk. Well, we never did agree.

Now, whose fault was that? You were the
grown -up, remember?

Or supposed to be. I was just a kid. No,
you were an insubordinate,

troublemaking little smartass,
completely out of control as far as I

You haven't changed a bit.

Honestly, can't you two be in the same
room without fighting?

Told you my coming here was a lousy
idea.

Tyler, wait.

Well,

how many drinks did he have?

You could have cut him some slack,
Brock.

He was just nervous about seeing you.

After your last few encounters, you can
understand that.

No, it would appear that there's quite a
lot I can't understand.

Like why my beautiful, intelligent
daughter keeps getting involved with men

have nothing to offer her but trouble.

Like your latest. What's his name? Mark
Merrill?

Carrie Fairchild's been talking to you
about Mark?

Don't interfere, Dad. Do you understand?

You promised.

Alienating both your children in under
five minutes.

Must be an all -time record.

Damn, shame doesn't work on a mother.

That's the one, the golden.

Hey, come here.

Oh, attaboy.

She's just going to love you.

Are you hungry?

You don't suppose you eat caviar, do
you?

Try some of this, darling. It's an old
family recipe.

It might make you feel better.

You're not leaving. Mother, please.

My hand feels ready to fall off.

You can't go.

You saw for yourself.

I can't help you.

You just got off to a bad start, that's
all. Go to your father, apologize.

We'd only wind up at each other's
throats the way we always do.

It's all my fault.

You were so young, I never should have
confided my problems to you.

Dad and I never got along, even before
you left.

He adored you. He tolerated me.

Until I was old enough to talk back.

He still adores you. He just doesn't
know how to show it, that's all.

Brock never gave a damn about anyone or
anything.

Except his work.

Just stay a few more days.

There's no point.

For me, Tyler?

You owe me that much.

For what?

You walked out on me at the same time
you walked out on Dad, remember?

But I've tried to make it up to you.
With money.

Believe me, I appreciate it.

I just don't figure I owe you a damn
thing.

Is he how desperate your father is?

He couldn't have you.

So he took Gil Chase under his wing
instead.

And nobody, not a very intelligent
nobody at that, gave him money,

responsibility.

Leave if you want to, Tyler. I won't try
to stop you again. But if you do,

you're going to give that boy everything
that should rightfully be yours.

Now, we're going to be maintaining a
small presence down in New Orleans, but

of now, the corporate management offices
have been transferred to New York.

And with the tax concessions that I
negotiated with the city and the state,

stockholders should feel that the move
was in their best interest as well as

those of the company.

But that accomplished, it is now time to
think about the next step in the march

of Brock Global Communications into the
21st century.

On the table there in front of you in
those folders, you'll find an expansion

plan.

Drafted by the same genius that gave us
the Rush Media takeover, I suppose?

If you mean me, the answer's yes.

What's next then, Brock?

I want to open discussions with Marshall
Dodd. You want us to make a bid for

Starworks? Friendly bid. Very friendly.

But why a software company? Why not
something exciting like a home shopping

network or better yet, a movie studio?

Because software companies are the key
to the future.

Once we join forces with Starworks,
we'll be able to take on the giants like

Microsoft.

Now, Starworks will be an important
acquisition for anyone, including Alan

Once the word gets out that Marshall
Dodd's talking with us, we're going to

up against some stiff competition.

But one way or the other, this time we
are going to win the cup.

We will save any further questions for
our next meeting while you all have a

chance to study the proposal.

Ladies, gentlemen, good morning.

All right, Gil, we'll meet with Dodd
this afternoon. I'll take you to dinner

tonight. I made a reservation at Cafe
Zero.

I hope there's something on that menu I
can eat.

Tyler, what are you doing here?

Always a pleasure to see you too, Dad.

All right, just stop right there. One
scene with you about once every two

is all I can fit onto my calendar. So if
you don't mind... Actually, I've come

to apologize.

I, uh... I got some phone calls to make.

I suppose I was nervous about seeing
you, sir.

I had a little too much to drink.

I should have known better, and for that
I'm sorry.

Sorrier than I can say.

Well, apology accepted.

Been known to tie one on myself during
times I've extremed your ass.

I remember, sir.

I'll see.

Well,

now that that's out of the way, I have a
favor to ask.

Favor?

You're right, sir.

Living the life of a carefree beach bum
isn't all it's cracked up to be.

I think it's time I had some fresh
challenges.

Which is why I'd like a job, Dad.

Here.

It's here.

Well, Tyler, nothing I'd like better
than to have you here working with me.

So I'm prepared to make you the same
offer that your granddaddy made to me.

You start at the bottom, keep your nose
to the grindstone, your eyes on the

stars.

If you have a little luck along the way,
you can have it all.

At the bottom?

It's a deal, sir.

It took me weeks to get those shelves in
order. Well, maybe you didn't do such a

great job. Where are the advanced
chapters of the Merrill book? In the

drawer.

They're not here. They're not anywhere.

Well, don't look at me like that. I
haven't touched those pages since I

them.

Wait a minute.

There was someone in your office the
other day when you weren't here.

What?

Carrie Fairchild.

She said she had an appointment with
you.

Carrie. I should have known.

Character of Jillian Braylor.

She's a seducer, a homewrecker, a prize
bitch.

You claim she's you?

Ask anyone.

You know, she's also 5 '10", red hair,
turquoise eyes.

Haven't you heard of poetic license?
Look, all the incidents in the book are

true. That was marks in my relationship.

The Dr. Champagne, the dead rat, the
cockroaches in the bed. They've all

happened to me. I have witnesses.

Who will testify that Mark Merrill is
responsible?

Well, of course he's responsible.

Yeah, Mr. Hitchell, you have no proof.

What more proof do you need? A dead
body, preferably mine?

Writing isn't a crime in this country.

Not yet, anyway. I'm sorry, I can't help
you out.

Well, if you think that I'm going to let
that demented toad kill me, you're

crazier than he is.

I started the company.

I grew it. The truth is, I'm not looking
to turn control of it over to anyone

else. I understand. I feel the same way
about Brock communications.

But in today's market, none of us can
afford to stand still.

Or stand alone. There are too many
giants out there ready to gobble us up.

I swear I'm going to strangle that
woman.

Brock, darling, I'm so sorry to be late.

Hello. I'm Diana Brock.

Brock's wife.

My ex -wife. Pleased to meet you.

And you.

So, Diana, you here to meet somebody?

Oh.

Did I misunderstand? I am so sorry. I
thought I was joining you for dinner.

Of course, if I'm in the way... Please,
join us.

Why, thank you.

By all means.

Mmm.

Yum.

Lemon tofu. It's one of my favorites.

Are you a vegan?

Oh, well, not completely.

I'm afraid I don't have your strength of
character.

But I am working on it. Once you commit
to it totally, you'll be amazed at how

much better you feel, how much
healthier.

I'm sure of it, Marshall.

May I call you that, Marshall?

And that section in your autobiography
was absolutely fascinating.

And for someone your age to have such
vision.

Thank you.

You know...

You have many of the same qualities that
I admired in Brock when I first met

him. The same intelligence, the same
integrity.

That's why I just know that you'll make
the perfect team.

Well, we have a way to go before that
happens.

As much as I admire Brock, like I was
saying before you arrived, I'm not sure

I'm ready to give up control of my
company.

You know, my father felt exactly the
same way until he met Brock.

And then he knew that he'd finally found
someone he could really trust.

Someone who could help him fulfill his
dreams.

She was so eager for us to have dinner
with her tonight, and then without any

explanation, she just canceled.

Well, it's part of Mother's charm, her
unpredictability.

Charm? I've seen dead ferrets with more
charm.

Tyler,

would you get at the table, please?

There's someone I have to talk to.

His name's Nico.

Oh, well, look who's here.

Rock Empire's crown princess.

Jealous? I'm always jealous of someone
with money, especially when they don't

have enough brains to fill a martini
glass.

Did you take Mark's manuscript from my
office?

And what if I did? What are you going to
do, call the cops?

Well, it's too late. I already did.
They're not interested.

You showed that manuscript to the
police?

A lot of good it did me. Carrie, you
have to stop.

Running to Brock, to the police. I mean,
you accused Mark of being obsessed, but

you're the one.

Jordan, he's crazy, and one day he's
going to turn on you just like he did

For God's sake, Carrie, you broke up the
man's marriage. What more do you want?

To stop him and his damn book?

You're pathetic.

I almost feel sorry for you.

What's that all about?

Oh, I'll explain later.

Let's get out of here.

Oh, come on, Doc.

I had Dot in the palm of my hand by the
end of dinner. You can't still be mad at

me. No, I'm not still mad at you.

Then what about a thank you?

Don't push it, Diana.

You wanted Star Wars, I helped you get
it.

Let's see.

You might show some gratitude. What is
it you want, Diana?

Diamond, pendant, emerald, bracelet,
what?

Oh, Brock, I just want one little glass
of champagne to toast our success.

One little glass?

Well, I always did have a hard time
saying no to you.

Well, this is much bigger than mine.

We've come a long way from that first
little house of ours. Oh, you remember

one with the wisteria growing on the
back porch? Mm -hmm.

And the floorboards that creaks the bat
woke the kids up every time we took a

step.

I was never happier in my life than I
was in that house.

Long time ago, Diana.

Gee, I wasn't expecting company.

Well, Diana kind of just showed up at
dinner.

Uninvited, I might add. But Marshal Dodd
was a whole lot more agreeable with her

there. So I have promised her a glass of
champagne as a token of my gratitude.

I'll just go get the bottle.

Please, sit down.

My, my.

You do move fast.

Leave your husband, and before you can
say quickie divorce, you move in on

He's not your husband, Diana.

Maybe not legally, but there's a bond
between us that you can't even begin to

understand. Everything he knows about
sex, I taught him. Every move, every

touch, every position.

There's nothing you can give him,
nothing you can do for him, that I

first, and he can never forget that.

And when you're in bed with him, you
won't either.

That's ridiculous, Diana.

Look. We're grown -ups here.

Why don't we just drop this feuding
between us?

Brock and I are in love. In love?

Of course you are. You're in love with
Brock's money. And what is he in love

with? Your face, your body, your mind?
Fat chance. No.

What Brock is in love with is your 3 %
of Rush Media.

You wouldn't think it was so damn funny
if you'd been there. I would just love

to see you walk in and find your
precious Linda parading around in

got from a lingerie catalog.

Are you kidding? A catalog? Oh, my poor
baby.

Would you stop it? They're living
together, I tell you.

Don't you understand?

After everything we did to keep them
apart, I don't know what more I can do.

I have given Brock back his son. I have
even talked to this...

egghead Marshall Dodd about ritual
reality and cyberspace until I'm blue in

faith.

The only thing I haven't tried is dating
you.

Just stop worrying, will you?

I bought Linda Fairchild.

She's as much my property as this
building is.

And I don't let go of anything I own.
Plus, of course, the price is right.

So she moved in with Brock. So what?

That's not the end of the story. She'll
move out again, and she will.

Once I convince her, it's the smart
thing to do, because don't forget, I'm

holding the trump card.

Name it Peter Fairchild.

Yeah? Mr. Rush, it's Marshall Dodd on
line one.

Terrific. Tell him to hold a sec.
Darling, excuse me, please. I have to

this privately.

Just leaving.

Marshall, hello.

Thanks for getting back to me.

Yeah, that is true. I didn't give you
much of a choice. Listen, my friend,

Brock is not the only game in town.

Hello, Tyler.

How are you enjoying your new job?

I guess it beats lying on a beach in
Antigua.

Oh, is that what you were doing before
you came to New York?

Briefly. Well, I think that's about how
long you'll be delivering mail.

Briefly. Very briefly.

You have a lot more confidence in my
abilities than I do.

Well, it's not your abilities that'll do
the trick. It's your name.

Just mention Brock around here and
everything will start to happen.

I'm counting on it.

See you around.

Hey, how's it going?

You don't exactly have to be Einstein to
get the knack.

Hey, don't worry. You're not going to be
doing it long.

Hey, you play racquetball?

Yeah.

Sort of. How about a game one of these
days?

You know, I got a better idea.

Do you box?

I did a little in college. Great. How
about tomorrow, lunch?

Sure.

Terrific. Gil, get in here. I need you.

We're in a bidding war for Starworks.

But how? I talked to Dodd myself this
morning.

I could have sworn we had it in the bag.

Out, Diane. I'm busy.

I take it you just discovered that
someone else is after Starworks.

How the hell do you know that?

I just happened to be passing by in a
cab, and I saw Marshal Dodd going into

Rush Media.

Rush.

Well, I should have known.

All right, he wants war. He'll have war.
Gil, assemble the troops. Half an hour

in the conference room. I want numbers
and I want tactics.

Get on it.

Hi. Hello.

Oh, they're beautiful. Thank you.

Wow. Something smells good.

It's Coco Van.

I should get you some water.

You really are lovely.

Mark, I have some bad news about the
book.

Just tell me, Jordan.

Carrie Fairchild got an injunction to
stop publication.

It's ridiculous, but the company won't
fight it.

I am sorry.

I did the best I could.

I know you did.

It's okay, Jordan.

I don't blame you.

I don't even blame Carrie. She can't
help it. She's sick.

Look, this is a setback. I admit it.

But it's not the end of the world.

Carrie can't stop me from writing, and
that's the important thing.

And if Warden Weston won't publish me,
well, somebody else will.

Carrie Fairchild's power is not without
limits.

I invited you here to comfort you.

Look what's happened.

You're comforting me.

I hate seeing you upset.

I care about you, Jordan.

What the hell?

Mom?

Mom, are you home?

Niko?

Who has keys to this place?

Just my mother and me. That's all.

What do you got?

No sign of forced entry.

Maybe Mark took my first set of keys. I
mean, he was here enough.

Where did he keep them?

In the music box in the bottom drawer.

Check it out.

He had a copy made, and he put them back
in. That's how he's been getting in

here. It's possible.

Look, you have to believe me.

He's out of his mind. You have to stop
him, because I don't know what he's

to do next. Carrie?

Carrie, what happened? Your phone call
scared the living daylights out of me.

Are you all right?

Bart killed my dog. That's what
happened.

What?

The psychopath cooked my dog.

Is this who you're talking about?

I found him wandering in the hallway
downstairs.

No, you didn't. You're lying.

You took him. You're lying.

It's all right.

It's okay, Miss Fairchild. It's okay.

It's okay, Miss Fairchild. Look, the
dog's okay.

Carrie, Mark has been with me all night.

What was in the microwave?

Well, we could have it analyzed if you
want, but it looks like a chicken

casserole to me.

You're making it look like I'm the crazy
one. Gary, you're going to have to get

over this obsession with me.

Mark's right. You need help. You can't
go on like this.

It's a fair job.

It's a fair job.

You've had a rough couple of days.

The murder, your brother disappearing,
all the press.

You've been under a lot of strain.

You know, sometimes talking to a doctor
helps.

Really. Oh, I... Hey.

Ginda.

Well, very nice of you to stop by.

This isn't a social call, Alice.

I came to tell you I hired a private
detective.

Well, you won't get a thing on me. I've
been celibate as a monk ever since you

left. I don't give a damn about your sex
life.

I hired a detective to find Peter.
Really?

Has he had any luck so far?

Yeah. I just came from his office. He
told me they saw Peter two days ago in

Santiago, Chile.

Wow. Nice place, Chile.

Big place.

They lost track of him then, but they
will find him.

Believe me, they'll find him.

The thing is, Alan, it might take a long
time. Too long.

So please.

Tell me where he is.

I have to talk to him.

I have to tell him it's in his best
interest to come back.

Leave Brock.

He's no match for me.

Did he tell you how I crashed his hard
drive on the Starworks deal? Well,

only the beginning. Come back.

Come back to me. I'll tell you anything
you want to know.

Alan.

I don't love you.

And you don't love me.

And our life together was hell.

But it won't be anymore.

I swear it.

I want you.

Don't you feel how much I want you?

Come back to me.

Never. Never?

And you're never going to see your son
again.

All right?

You contemptible pig.

To think that you would use my son as a
bargaining chip in this obscene game

you're playing.

I would never come back to you. Never.

And I want a divorce now.

I want you out of my life.

All right, you got your divorce.

But that's it.

Not a cent.

No alimony. No settlement.

Nothing. You and your kids have cost me
enough.

You want that 3 % of Rush Media you owe.

I didn't think I'd ever let you touch
me.

Headgear, gloves.

Headgear. Okay, you're good.

Gloves. Come here.

All right, you're good.

Have fun.

I haven't been in the ring in years.

Take it nice and easy.

Gotta keep your guard up.

Let me slip that one right by you.

Yeah, sure.

You gotta keep your hands up.

Shouldn't see that one coming.

Yeah, well, I guess I didn't.

Gil, your nose is bleeding.

So you kept your hands up.

Like I said, I'm out of practice.

Sure. Sorry.

I guess I got a little carried away.

Try to get that taken care of.

I think it just looked that. I got a
meeting this afternoon.

You deliberately bloodied Gil's nose.

Gil doesn't know a whole lot about
protecting himself, does he?

Gil's a very trusting person.

Gil's a fool.

What I don't get is why a woman as
beautiful, smart as you, is wasting her

on him.

I couldn't go back to Alan.

Not even for Peter.

Oh, don't worry about it, honey.
Viscount, he'll find him wherever he is.

Alan said he would give me a divorce
right away.

No strings attached?

Nothing I give a damn about.

No alimony, no settlement. That's all
right. You don't need his money.

All he wants is my 3 % of Rush Media.

Like hell.

He can forget that.

It's my 3%, Brock.

If it'll buy me a divorce, Alan's
welcome to it.

Linda, don't be a fool.

I didn't realize my share in Rush Media
meant that much to you.

Honey, I swear, whatever I do to Alan
Rush, I can do with or without that 3%.

But don't you see, that's your only
leverage against him. Don't give that

Don't you realize that all I care about
is what's best for you?

To our first date.

To the start of an intriguing
relationship.