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Good morning.

Mm.
Hey, did Noah spend the night here again last night?

Mm-hmm.
Oh, that makes... three times in a row.

Really?
I wasn't keeping track.

Well, neither have I.

I just know that he's moving
off the boat this week.

And I bet you're wondering
if he's moving in here.

No.

Yeah, I was a little curious.

So am I.

You don't know
where he's moving?

Moving?

I don't even know
what he's feeling.

How are you feeling?

I just... I feel like

I really want to take care
of him, you know?

Ding-dong! Hey, Donna,
you have those revisions?

Revisions, deadline, oh!

Hi.

Oh, I'm sorry.

Carrie Knox, Kelly Taylor.

Kelly's my roommate,
and Carrie I hired to help me with

my sketch revisions.
Nice to meet you.

Nice meeting you.

You know, why they need
revisions is a mystery.

I mean, your originals
are very rad.

God, if I had
your talent...

It would be a huge step
backwards, but nice try.

Okay, I got 'em.

Great, so then I have
the sketches in order,

plus copy, plus
cost breakdown.

Great. Good work.

This could be
my big breakthrough.

So, are you gonna take
the 10 or Venice?

I'll make my deadline;
you just remember to make yours.

Lunch with Jankowski should seal the deal.

I'm gone.
Bye.

Good morning,
good morning.

Coffee, anyone?
Ah. Yes.

Thank you.
Okay.

No, thank you, I already have
some-- but thank you for that

job recommendation.
Oh, that means you got my message.

I wouldn't let
this one get away.

Actually, I'm very
comfortable being undirected right now.

Okay.

All set?

Let's go.

Hey, excuse me.
Good morning.

Where you going?
Pasadena, to get my dad's stuff.

Okay, um, I'll
give you a ride.

No, it's covered.

I want to.

I know, and I appreciate it.

I'm gonna go with Brandon.

Sure.

Ready?
Yeah.

What?

I want him to live with me.

Then tell him.

Uh-uh.

Brandon, you forgot
your ph...

phone.

I want you to write
the obituary.

Whoa, whoa, whoa, you
got the wrong guy, buddy.

My plate's full as it is.
All the other papers want to write is:

Daniel Hunter,
businessman, legend.

And this is a bad thing?

When honoring a man, it usually
involves telling the truth.

What, your father
wasn't a legend?

You gonna write
the piece or not?

Help you?
Yeah, I'm Daniel Hunter's son.

I'm here to get his things.

Plastic bag.

How suitably transparent.

You're giving me his gun?

This some kind
of sick joke?

My father blew his brains out
with that thing.

I understand your
suffering, sir,

but this is
not a warehouse.

So what am I gonna do,
hang it on my wall? Hey, come on, let's go.

I'm asking you a question!
Come on, let's go.

It's okay. Let's go.

♪ All the scars I hold to mean ♪

♪ Only tell me where I've been ♪

♪ Where I've been ♪

♪ And all the moments
left to hide ♪

♪ All the scars
that hurt inside ♪

♪ To hold inside ♪

♪ I tried to sell
my fancy ride ♪

♪ Deep inside I'm bruising ♪

♪ I know the world
can be unkind ♪

♪ But I always find my way... ♪

♪ All the scars I hold to mean ♪

♪ Only tell me
where I've been... ♪

Honestly, Valerie,

these eggs Benedict
were delish.

And coming off last night's
dinner at Chez Sabine.

And the theater tickets
and loaning us your car.

These last few days,
you've really made me feel welcome.

Good.
Ah, sorry to interrupt.

I got everything
I needed.

Oh, David's got
this new radio gig

in a few days--
it's for KVIB--

and if he does really well,
he gets a weekly slot.

Operative word
being "if."

I'm sure I'll bomb.

Oh, you'll be great.

Listen, you sit;
we'll clear the table. Yeah.

I really don't
get you, Val.

One minute you plan
to crush your mother

by admitting you killed
your father, and...

now it's all hugs
and eggs Benedict?

She's my mother, David.

Do you really think
I was gonna hurt her?

Yeah.

But I'm glad you didn't.

Bye.

Bye.

Sorry.

Have three legs on the floor
at all times, I have no problem.

Go on, tell her.

We've decided
to get married in Vegas.

All right, that's it,
both you guys are grounded.

Day after tomorrow.

But our flight

leaves tonight at 10:00--

and I want you to be

my maid of honor.

Oh, Mom, I'd love to.

Oh, honey. Oh.

What, no hug for
your stepdaughter?

Aw, well.

You forgot your books.

Mm.

Oh, so this is
the new buggy, huh?

Sixty... what? '65?

'65 Mustang.

Very cherry.

If you like,
I'd consider an outside investor.

Sophie, are you
propositioning me?

Absolutely.

Is there a risk?

It's a vintage car--
bound to appreciate.

Well, I don't know.

With you at the
library every night,

I'm not sure I can keep
an eye on my investment.

Hey, speaking of nights,

you can't keep sleeping
on the couch. Well, I'm not

gonna let you sleep there.

No, I wasn't planning on it.

The bed's big enough for two.

The bed.

Mm-hmm.

You, me...

...imaginary line
down the middle.

We can deal, right?

Yeah, sure.

An imaginary line.

No problem.

Anyway, Donna's having a party

tomorrow night,
for her parents' 25th.

I thought maybe
you'd like to go with me.

Sure. I'd love to.

Gonna be late
for class.

See you later.

Hey! You forgot your books!

Yes, yes,
for the third time, yes.

Really?
You know, you and Carrie

have this nice
good cop/bad cop thing going.

Me and Carrie?

Oh, you know-- she comes in
all poise and confidence,

and then you show up
at lunch with the "aw, shucks" routine.

It's very effective.
Right.

So what's our game plan?
Well, the timing couldn't be more perfect.

By the way, did I tell you
how impressed I was

with Carrie's
presentation this morning?

Carrie's presentation?

Yeah, your partner
did an excellent job.

Partner? I don't
have a partner.

You know, truth be told,
I was thrown at first myself.

But after Carrie
explained the changes,

your working process--
she's very proficient.

I'm sorry, there's
been some... Oh, and the home office

in Chicago, they can't
wait to see your stuff.

I got 'em chomping
at the bit.

Right, so there's a
lot riding on this.

A lot?

Donna, i-if this line

gets the go-ahead,
you make Women's Wear Daily,

and I get upped

to West Coast Manager,
I.G. Nesbitt

Department Stores of America--
and believe me,

I am not the type
who forgets his friends.

Oops. I got to be
in Century City.

Thanks for meeting me halfway.

Okay.
All right.

How'd it go
at the police station?

How do you think?
I got my dad's gun.

Man, it's beautiful,
isn't it?

Noah, maybe you
should put that away.

You ever see one of
these suckers go off?

Noah...
Check it out.

Are you nuts?!

I can't believe
you just did that.

You finally dropped the
Florence Nightingale routine.

Oh, forgive me for
worrying about you.

Ever wonder
where a bullet lands

when it's shot in the air?
Fine, keep up

this tough-guy act--
sooner or later,

it's gonna catch up with you.

You better go back inside.

And when
that happens,

you're gonna need
someone to talk to. Noah?

Sophie!

As a young man,

Daniel resisted going
into the family business.

He wanted to be an artist.

A sculptor.

Did he find success?

A show in New York, once.

The critics tore it to shreds.

And after that?

Hunter Oil became his life.

The pictures-- um...

I couldn't help but notice

your husband's not smiling
in any of them. Look,

my husband lived and worked
for a company he loathed

24 hours a day.

And for what?

Money?

He couldn't have cared less.

For his family?

Work took him away from us.

So why, then?

Because he'd
become numb.

And when the company collapsed,
like so much worthless paper,

he did, too.

Choices.

Daniel Hunter...

hoped to be an artist.

Print that.

Hey.
Hey.

Uh, you know that stuff
you've been pounding

into my head
the past few nights?

New music titles
for your radio show?

Yeah, well, I've,

I've enjoyed
the give and take.

And you were right
and I was wrong.

Actually,

I rethought why you
and I were out of sync.

And here.

Really?

You did this for me?

Mm-hmm.

See, it's not so much
the tunes that were off,

it was just, um,

the way that they
meet each other, you know?

Really?

Any other bags?

Just that one-- but first,
um, do you mind?

What?

Oh, nothing, well,
it's just, in a way,

I'm gonna be your father.

Well, my father used to
zip me up all the time.

Actually, we were very
affectionate, so...

Oh, well, that's nice.

Come on, please!

I'm not gonna bite,
I promise.

Thank you.

Oh, so she returns,

keys in hand, to a scene

of happier, friskier times.

I came to return
Brandon's phone.

Is he here?

Ooh, and a positive attitude.

That's very smart.

Yeah, well, Abby's
waiting in the car.

Whenever you're ready.
Okay.

You going on a trip or you
making a clean getaway?

Well, if you must know,

um, my mother's gonna marry
that moron in Las Vegas.

Of course, one
could always hope

that there'll be a last-minute
bust-up, like you and Brandon.

These are some of my things.

Who stuffed them in here?

Well, I don't know,
maybe Brandon?

Hello, whoever it is,
call back later.

Who's this?

Excuse me, who's this?

Just tell him
Susie needs to know

if we're on for tonight, okay?

Ah, okay, Susie.

I can't believe he just...
threw my things in a box.

Well, I hate to break up
this bonding moment

but I have a plane to catch.

Take me with you.

Yeah, that's happening.

All right,

but this doesn't mean
we're friends.

Oh, God, no.

Good.

Ugh.

It's a lie.

My father never
had an unconventional bone in his body.

It's a fact, about 23, he
wanted to be an artist.

He failed.

Such a weird choice-- .357.

I'd have used a shotgun.

You're the one
who wanted the truth.

The problem is a guy wants
to blow his brains out...

can't reach his hands to the trigger.

I read Hemingway
used his big toe.

Look, you can't understand
the pressures he was under.

His pride,

his sense of self-worth,
obligations to his family,

his shareholders.

The guy wanted to be
a sculptor and he gave it up.

Why the mouth, though?

And why not take it
right through the heart?

Or right here,

underneath his chin?

You're not listening to me.

Your father, he made
the wrong life choice.

He was miserable.

Dear old Dad.

Selfish to the very end.

I'm sure he loved you very much.

You sure about that?

Huh?

He had a hell of a way
of showing it, man.

So, it's organic chem today.

No coffee stops?
Side trips?

Nope, today's organic day.

Uh, by the way, you left
your books here yesterday.

For organic.

Weren't we supposed to be

sharing the bed
last night, remember?

Platonic?

Well, I got home
late last night.

I didn't want to bother you.

Hmm. Heavy date?

You know a Phyllis Neems?

Didn't she star in
Deadly Giveaway? Yeah.

Yeah, that's her.

Anyway, we went to this

coffee house on Melrose,
just off Harper.

David turned me on to it.

It's called The Equator--
do you know it?

No.

Anyway, Phyllis
and I were talking

and, well, one thing
led to another

and I just happened to
mention Donna's party and...

The Equator.

Isn't that the one
with brick in the front?

I just remembered,
I've been there.

I ran into David there.
You did?

Yeah, just yesterday.
It was a total coincidence.

I thought you were
at organic chemistry.

No, microbiology
in the afternoon.

In the morning,
I was hunting for a job

so I could pay you some rent.

Listen, Sophie,

about Phyllis, if you want,
I can blow her off.

Like you just did to me?

No.

I'll sleep
on the couch tonight.

Besides, movie star.

You might need the bedroom.

Ball's rollin' and 14!

Red 14!

Loser wins again.

Okay, let's see.

The name "Susie"
has got five letters in it.

Let's play, ah,

seven for "cheater."

This is how Kelly Taylor
moves on?

How many letters in "pathetic"?

Same as in "go to hell."

That puts eight
in play.

Oh, here they come.

All kissy-face.

It's so nauseating.

Your mom lost 200
at the quarter slots!

Well, you know
what they say.

Lucky in love.

That I am.

And I've also been up
all night and I'm beat.

Blushing brides
need eight hours sleep.

It's a rule or something.

Why don't you go on?

I'll chaperone Carl.

No, no, no, I'll go with you.

No, no,
don't be silly.

Stay, win my money back.

You heard the lady.

Come on.

This looks like a good one.

Oh, sometimes
they're a bit sticky.

Well, I guess your luck's about to change.

I put everything on 12.

Yeah, why?

Because that's how many seconds

it took for me
to fall in love with you.

Oh, congratulations.

That's the worst pickup line
I've ever heard.

36 Red. 36.

Wait a second,
I thought you bet 12.

12 numbers.
I hedged my bet.

You might be married.

I'm not.

I'm Henry.

I'm Kelly.

So anyway, I finally

get a chance to break out
on a national scale.

I called Carrie like ten times
and she wouldn't call me back.

What should I label this?

Kitchen, living room?

Doesn't matter.

Well, actually, it does
'cause if we label it kitchen

and it ends up
in the bathroom...

I said it doesn't matter.

What?!

Just worried, okay?

Nobody asked you to.

I want to, okay?

Look, I think about him every
night since he died, okay?

Sometimes five hours
a night.

That's five hours
more than he ever gave me.

Don't you get it?

Huh?
My father was a selfish man.

He never loved me.

I'm staying in my office.

Hey, Janet,

any chance that Daniel Hunter
obit can go on three?

Uh, it doesn't fit.

Doesn't fit?
Why not doesn't fit?

Because I pared down
the club piece

with the Angel Bra ad
and they fit.

Put Angel Bra on six.

We do better sales
with it on three.

Come on, guys.

Angel Bra?

I have a dead pillar
of the community

who hated his life.
That's news.

Yeah, but if you ask me,
I think it's a stretch

we're doing an obituary
to begin with.

She's right.

Our readers want

movie information, music news.

I know what our

readers want, Steve.

Why not give them
what they need?

To reflect on the life

and times of some dead rich guy?

Steve, um, Daniel Hunter
was, uh, a blank.

He was a...
a missed opportunity.

But he left us
with a legacy.

Not about Angel Bra sales
but about the fact

that we need to take control
of our lives.

To do something
meaningful.

To not... settle

for average.

Nothing?

All righty.

All right, see the shoes?

Dead giveaway.

Brown oxfords and
a cheap navy blue suit.

Sorry, no class.

So, what do you think?

Guy on the make?

Or a cop walking his beat.

Hmm.

All right, 10:00.

Playing craps,
junior miss

in gray and black.

Ooh, okay, no wedding band.

Chic suit but, uh...

Ooh, she's got scuffed shoes.

Hmm, I take
she's a player.

What she wants, she gets.

Huh, you're so sure.

Trust me, I would know.

You can't still be winning.

Yep, we're up
over $1,000.

"We." How cozy.

Well, I'm gonna go to bed.

I'll, uh, see you
in the morning.

Oh, by the way,

she doesn't blow on dice.

Did you see the clasp?

See, that's new.

Probably tonight's gift.

And the tooth thing--
that's, um,

that's to make sure
they're real.

It's a test.

Every pearl has
to have a bump.

So she doesn't love him.

Not yet, anyway.

So, here we are.

Listen, if you're not
tired yet...

I-I'm not, really, but, uh...

You know, they don't put clocks
in hotel rooms here.

They, uh...

they don't want anybody
to know what time it is.

They want them to feel that it's
always a good time to gamble.

Do you think it's a
good time to gamble?

Stop. Stop.

I thought I heard
familiar voices.

Mmm...

I missed you.

Did you take
good care of him?

The best.

Would've been my parents'
25th anniversary next month.

Mom tell you that?

No. No, she didn't.

Hey, you might want to slow down
a little bit there, pal.

It's going to be a long night.

What, are you a
friend of Bill W.'s?

That's funny.

Great.

Mr. Walsh.

My fellow traveler.

You know what? Whatever he's
having, bring me a double.

No Sophie?
No imaginary starlet?

Your plan is working
to perfection so far.

At least she's not with David.

Maybe your imaginary friend got to him first.

Silver.
Sanders.

For a second, I thought
she'd show up here with you.

Who?
Sophie.

You thought that because...?

I saw you together
at the coffee shop.

I thought
we were friends, David.

Brandon!

I'm being summoned
to the podium,

but I want you to meet
a friend of mine. Lou Jessup.

Know the name and the work.
New York Chronicle, right?

Brandon Walsh.
Right.

Doc Martin says
you're a writer.

On occasion, when I haven't
had too much scotch.

For the Beverly Beat.

Oh, that Brandon Walsh.

Oh, well, now
it all fits.

Yes, I, uh, I read
it often.

Really?

"Fire Marshal Bob
saves Fluffy the cat."

You read that?

Why, something
wrong with it?

Now, let me get
this straight.

When Fluffy's owner
donned her birthday suit

instead of her usual
bourbon-stained nightie

to greet those big,
handsome firemen,

that was cutting-edge
journalism to you?

Right.

Excuse me.

First of all,

I would like to thank
all of you

for coming to my parents'
25th anniversary party.

Whoo!

And now I know most of you are
ready to roast the daring duo.

Thank you, Donna.

As you know,
Felice and I met...

Whoa, whoa, whoa,
whoa, whoa. What?

A toast

to the happy couple.

Come on.

Come on, everybody.

Cheers.

Hickory, dickory, duck.

Oh, hey, come on.

I'm just kidding.
I'm-I'm kidding around.

Seriously, though,
Felicia...

...and whoever you are,

it's...
Thank you, Mr. Hunter.

Thank you.
I'm kidding.

When Donna and
I get married,

we're gonna have,

I don't know,
like, 150 kids.

And half you geezers
won't even be there,

'cause you'll be dead.

All right, that's
it, Noah.

Come on,
I want you out!

Come on, out.
Wait.

To the Martians.

Martians.

Big Noah

the toast master.

I can't remember.

Was it bad?

Well, let's see,
on a scale of one to 50,

50 being the worst, I'd say
you were about a hundred.

You called them
Martians.

Great, I'm in hell.

You know what, man?

Take a dozen aspirin,
drink a gallon

of coffee
and you should be fine.

Thanks.

Oh, boy.

Hey.

Hey.

Got the message.
Yep.

Getting ready for
the broadcast?

Look, I'm gonna
get right to the point.

Um... whatever it is
we started,

it stops as of right now.

What was it we started?

Look, Steve's a friend of mine.

I really

don't want to see him get hurt.

You got your car.

I'm sure you can find
a place to crash.

Start a fight,
whatever.

Stop leading him on, okay?

I see you took
my suggestion. Sophie.

I just thought
maybe we... You should go.

You really don't want me.

I'm sorry,

but it's been an hour.

Can you try again?
Really, Mr. Jankowski

is still in conference.

If you care to wait.

Thanks.

You took credit for work
you didn't do.

Would you call
security, please.

Carrie, you owe me
an explanation.

All right. Look.

Jankowski had me explain
the designs and I did.

He hired me in-house.

End of story.

They were my designs.

Your word against mine.

Look, you stole my chance.

They hired you in-house
because you're cheaper

to do work you're not
capable of doing.

When they find that out,
you're done.

Oh, but you said
I was better than you.

I lied.

I said I wanted it
on page three.

It's going on page six.

Steve, he was our
friend's father.

Noah hated him.

He was a bad guy.

Who lived a lie and
realized it too late.

He spat on his
dream, Steve,

and he ended
up with nothing.

Yeah, yeah.
That's his legacy, Steve.

Nothing.

Of course my legacy is...

Fluffy and Angel Bras.

Oh,

this is about the New York
Chronicle guy, isn't it?

About wanting something
you can't have.

We all want what we can't have,
Steve.

That's the essence of wanting.
Yeah.

But we're not all bitter
about it.

I guess that's
the downside

of feeling entitled, huh?
Like you

don't feel entitled to Sophie.

Oh, low blow, Bran.

Like it doesn't hurt

you so much that
she's jonesing for David

that you had to create
competition

in order to make her
jealous.

All right,
so that was a mistake.

But everybody's
frustrated.

Like Kelly is.

Like Donna
is with Noah.

Like you are

with the New York Chronicle guy.

You can write that stuff
hands down, Brandon.

You and I may know that.

Unfortunately,
guys like Lou Jessup don't.

Well,

maybe it's time he does.

I'm sorry
about last night.

Apology not accepted.

Look, I'm trying here.

Then you need to try harder.

You ruined my parents'
anniversary party.

Your father
doesn't think so.

I called him this morning.

What did he say?

That he understood.

And you believe him?

Yeah. I do.

Why don't you believe me?

Your pain,

I get that.

All I want to do is help you.

So, what's going on
with work?

Jankowski call?

Carrie Knox--

they hired her in-house.

I'm out.

There.

This is David Silver
on the mic

representing the entire
hip-hop nation.

One love to all the people
listening from JFK to LAX.

This is KVIB.

We're doing a special
two hour joint

live from the After Dark.

Let's keep it moving
from the vinyl to the speakers

with this...

I can't believe
how well he's doing.

Yeah, he's okay.

What do you think?

I think, um...

I'm going to the
ladies' room.

It was smooth, buddy.

I was just asking.
Mm-hmm.

So, you ready
for your big lunch

with Jessup tomorrow?
Ooh! You bet.

Serve from the left, clear
from the right, am I right?

Great, hopefully it's
the station pulling the plug.

Yeah, hello?

It's Sophie.

I'm on the pay phone
by the alley door.

I'm blowing it, aren't I?

I'm so nervous.
David,

stay cool.

I can't.

I'm losing 'em.

Are you?

Do you see anybody walking out?

I'm telling you, they're yours.

You think so?

Do you have any idea
how exciting you are?

Hearing your voice.

There's something so intimate.

No, no.

You're with Steve.

I don't want to hurt Steve,
I really don't.

When I'm with him,
I'm thinking about you.

Do your show, David.

Think of me.

I miss anything?

No.

Are y'all ready for this?

Where's Abby?

Crap table.

Some people play
against the house.

Others get the sure thing.

What she wants, she gets.

And you, Carl, you don't want?

I want to play 12.

Uh, it only comes the hard way.

Come to Vegas,
you take your chances.

And if you and I were
back in L.A.?

You mean would I take
a chance on you?

Probably put my money on it.

Give me 12.

Kelly, why exactly
did you come to Vegas?

Forget my troubles,
same as you.

Have you?

Couple of sixes;
boxcars.

Here we go.

Come on!

12. High 12.

Kelly, you won!

You won again!

Where's my damn shoe?!

Look, Val...

Just go, okay?

I'll be catching
a plane home

first thing
in the morning.

Do you, Carl Schmidt,
take this woman

to be your lawfully wedded wife?

I do.

And do you, Abby Malone,

take Carl to be your
lawfully wedded husband?

I do.

Then by the powers
vested in me

by the state
of Nevada,

I now pronounce you husband
and wife.

I'm very happy for you, Mother.

Oh, baby.

Congratulations.
Thank you.

Carl, is that any way

to greet your
new stepdaughter?

Jankowski hated every design
that I gave him.

He fired me.

Isn't it a little early
in the morning

for wallowing in self-pity?

I was counting on you
not being able to think clearly.

Your charm got you
in the door twice but...

Third time's pushing it.

Mmm.

Do you need to get that?

The machine
will pick it up.

I... I should've

never come here.
So why did you?

To say I am sorry.

Ah, that's funny.

Why do people think
it's okay to act horribly

as long as you feel badly
about it afterwards?

I do feel badly.

You should.

Donna, Phillip Jankowski.

Listen, about your designs,
I'd like to reconsider.

Hardly the watering hole

for a correspondent
just in from Kosovo.

Tell me, is this how
you always put your best foot forward?

Sorry.

Journalist reflex action.

I mean, the other night
it was, uh, Fluffy the cat.

You trying to sniff out
a job or not?

Would it help if I
picked up the tab?

Look, truth is, my tennis
buddy's a member here, okay?

He gets me in
whenever I need to impress.

You want to impress me?

Is that so hard to believe?

Frankly, Mr. Jessup, yes, it is.

Lou.
Lou.

Um, it is hard to believe.

I mean, the things
that you've seen

and reported on,
I should be so lucky.

I don't get you, kid.

I mean, first you come in,
lay all your cards

face up, now you bluff?

What kind of poker player
is that?

One who doesn't believe
he has a good hand.

Look, if you didn't call me,
I was gonna call you.

I've had my eye on you
for some time, you know.

Now that there's a job opening
up in the L.A. Bureau...

You're offering me a job
at the New York Chronicle?

No, only the guys in New York

can offer you a job
at the New York Chronicle.

But I did offer
a recommendation.

And what did they say?

Well...

they want to meet you.

Want to hear
something funny?

When you told me
you were selling the boat,

I thought of asking you
to move in with me.

Noah, did you hear what I said?

I want you to move in
with me, okay?

There's just one stain I just can't get out.

Noah, please.

You want to help me?

Leave me alone.

My mother found this
in my dad's sock drawer.

"I am sorry

"but the burden
of having hurt so many

"leaves me no other choice.

"My greatest regret is
that I made too little time

"for my family, especially Noah,

"who I suspect suffered
the most from my absences.

"I've always loved you
and always will.

"Please forgive my weakness.

Dad."

I can't.

What?

I can't forgive his weakness.

I can't.

It's okay.

I can't.

It's okay.

Who's Susie?

Well, hello to you, too.

I heard you went to...

Who is she?

...Las Vegas.

I'm assuming you didn't win.

She called you.

See, you left your phone
on the deck.

You see, this is my phone.

But some car
leasing guy called

on the one that
you brought by,

said that he left his phone
at the beach apartment.

Oh, yeah.

Aaron Pike.
Aaron Pike.

Yeah, he was trying
to lease me a car.

I'm not seeing
anybody, Kel.

I saw all my stuff
in a box in the foyer.

Every morning I would get up
and see something of yours

and all it did was

remind me that I'm alone.

Where are you going?

New York.

For a meeting
with The Chronicle.

Really? That's great.

It's for a job here
in L.A., but...

yeah, yeah,
it's pretty great.

I tried to forget
about you.

Did it work?

No.

But it almost did.

And that makes me sad.

Hey, Steve. Hey.

You just getting up?

Uh, yeah.

Had kind of a late night.

Oh, last night, man,
you were great, Dave.

Thanks, man.

You want to come in?

Dave, Sophie's not here, is she?

Late last night she went out
again, and I thought maybe...

I haven't seen her.

So you and Sophie are not...

No.
No.

Okay, well, then I guess

I'm sorry for acting
so crazy lately.

I'll see you around.
All right.

Steve?
Yeah?

Uh, you think
I could get my paper?

Think he knows?

I don't know.

Maybe.