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Peter?

Where have you been?

When you didn't come home last night,

I went to the hospital, I went to the office.

I-I've been looking for you everywhere.

So, you killed someone?

Hmm?

Yes? No?

Cat got your tongue?

Aren't you even

gonna ask who told me?

Hmm?

Don't you feeling like saying,

"Oh, Peter, please, I could never lie to the man

that I'm supposedly in love with," hmm?

Peter, please, it was an accident, I swear it.

I-I was 18 years old; I was in high school.

With Amanda.

I-I know, Kyle told me about that.

Is there anything that you didn't lie to me about, Eve?

I-I was gonna tell you.

I wanted to tell you, but I was scared.

Scared of what, huh?

That I might leave you?

- That I might not love you anymore? - Yes!

Well, you're right; I don't even know who the hell you are.

Peter, please, I love you.

You've got to believe me.

Can you two keep it down?

People are trying to sleep here.

Look who's here, huh?

It's Amanda.

Your old pal, Amanda.

How long have you two known each other? What...

Well, forever. Hmm?

You know, Eve's spent some time in prison,

15 years to be exact.

You know she was convicted of murder, right?

You can add your two cents

- anytime you like. - Kyle told him.

Guess it slipped your mind when you were busy playing matchmaker

to me and Lizzie Borden.

This isn't fair.

You don't know the whole story.

Whose fault is that?

Mine. I begged Eve not to tell you.

But you could tell Kyle, right? Huh?

The best man gets honesty, while the groom gets screwed?

You know who warned me? Lexi.

Isn't that a little ironic that Lexi warned me?

My wife lied to me, you lied to me, but not her.

Peter, please don't do this to us.

There's no us, baby.

It's you and Amanda.

You two deserve each other.

- Peter! - Just let him go.

Don't you ever stop?

You're always butting into my life,

and I'm always paying the price.

I don't need any more of your bad advice.

Keeping your past a secret was

a mutual decision.

Mutual, as in you forced me,

and I had no choice but to go along like some idiot puppy dog.

Everybody has a choice.

You don't get it, do you, Amanda?

You don't give anybody a choice.

It is your way or no way.

You ruined my life once.

I am damn sure not gonna give you a chance to do it again.

♪♪

♪♪

♪ Hey, hey ♪

♪ Yeah ♪

♪ Hey, oh ♪

♪ Oh, yeah ♪

♪ Living in a dangerous world ♪

♪ And it's so hard to find the time ♪

♪ To feel the earth beneath my feet ♪

♪ And feed my soul and drink the wine ♪

♪ So much more for me to be ♪

♪ Far beyond what I can see ♪

♪ I choose to let the sunshine in ♪

♪ And this is how my day begins ♪

♪ Na, na, na-na, na-na ♪

- ♪ Na, na, na-na, na-na ♪ - ♪ I got sunshine ♪

- ♪ Na, na, na-na, na-na ♪ - ♪ I got you ♪

♪ Yes, I do ♪

♪ Hey, na, na, na-na, na-na ♪

- ♪ Na, na, na-na, na-na ♪ - ♪ I got no fears ♪

- ♪ Na, na, na-na, na-na ♪ - ♪ I got no tears ♪

♪ I got you ♪

♪ Na, na, na-na, na-na ♪

- ♪ Na, na, na-na, na-na ♪ - ♪ I got sunshine ♪

♪ Na, na, na-na, na-na... ♪

You bastard!

Thanks to you, Peter walked out on Eve.

Oh.

No.

It was thanks to you and all your little secrets.

You stepped on your own landmine, Amanda.

I guess you have stopped taking responsibility for everything.

For drinking, for cheating, for ruining people's lives.

Yeah, well, a guy's got to get his kicks somehow.

What the hell is going on?

Do you want a divorce?

Do you want it over between us?

You know what, I'm a little too hungover

to have this conversation right now.

Too bad; you are not going anywhere

until I get some answers. I have had it.

I can't live like this anymore.

You be careful what you ask for.

No, I mean it.

No more games, just lay it on the line and get it out.

Okay, y-you want the whole miserable truth?

Whoa.

You want me to call the cops or,

uh, is this your idea of domestic bliss?

Excuse me, this is a private conversation.

No. Wh-What is it that you need?

I don't believe this.

Hey, I'm running a business here.

Ricky manages my house band.

Sometimes a guy just has to take care of things.

Oh, sure, take care of everything but us.

You got a way with women, dude.

To sum up the major points of this seminar:

One, Wilshire Memorial

has zero tolerance for sexual harassment.

Two, if you are brought up on charges,

the hospital will not indemnify you,

meaning you pay your own legal fees.

Three, we have a watch list.

Any questionable behavior will land you on it.

Four, a major hospital recently paid out

a ten million dollar settlement

and eight doctors lost their licenses.

So, if you doctors feel the need to date nurses,

or vice versa, get out of medicine.

Young lady,

this is crap.

Dr. Burns, please watch your language.

You can't govern human nature.

People are gonna date; they're gonna fall in and out of love.

Not anymore.

Oh, bite me.

That is just the type

of behavior that will not be tolerated.

Dr. Burns, as Chief of Staff,

it is your responsibility to report

any and all misconduct.

I see.

Well, I'm a doctor, not a spy,

and this meeting is over.

Let's tell them, Peter.

Who are they to try

- to tell us who we can date, huh? - I agree.

These are ludicrous, police-state tactics.

Dr. Visconti, you're already on the watch list.

Your intern-dating days are over.

I'm on a watch list?

This is un-American.

Well, just try candy stripers.

They're not officially on staff.

Peter.

Uh, listen, since you're already in a bad mood,

there's something I need to talk to you about.

- You got a minute? - I'm going up north for a few days.

I need to be alone, Michael.

So, whatever you have to say is gonna have to wait.

I don't know if it can wait; you see, it's kind of urgent.

I did something I shouldn't have done.

Well, put yourself on a watch list then, Michael.

I don't really care; I don't care about anything.

As a matter of fact, in my absence,

I'd like you to take over as Chief of Staff.

- Really? - Yeah.

That way if anything goes wrong,

you can just pass the buck like you always do.

- Oh, here you go. - Oh.

Yeah, Burns.

S-Sorry, Dr. Burns.

- Thanks, Dr. Mancini. - I'm on my way.

Mm, fresh meat from pediatrics, huh?

Grade A, and what a package.

Looks can be deceiving, Michael.

You know, once you rip open that package,

you never know what you might find.

Dr. Reed to Pysch Services.

Dr. Reed to Psych Services.

- You're late. - I know.

I was up until after midnight; I had a date.

Remember? I was fronting for you,

substitute-dating.

I don't know what else you'd call it except for weird.

Never mind. How was he?

You know, I thought he was kind of sweet.

But you would think he was dull.

Well.

Anyway, there's always tonight.

- Who's up next? - You.

I think this is a stupid plan.

I can't find Mr. Right for you, okay?

Come on, Megan, you're my best friend.

Nobody else knows me like you do.

Right, so tell me,

why are you so scared to meet these guys?

I have work to do, okay?

You know what, you say you're lonely and you want a man,

but you're not willing to risk getting to know anyone.

Maybe I didn't make myself very clear.

I won't date more than one guy.

But you find me Mr. Right, honey,

I will take a lot of risks.

You know what, finding the perfect guy

for you is not easy, all right?

What might be perfect for me is not perfect for you.

Okay, all right.

How about a little hint?

More Ryan McBride, less Peter and Coop.

Come on, Megan.

I've already had two strikes, honey.

One more, I'm out for good.

Lexi, come on.

No, Megan, I am totally serious about this.

I just can't handle any more rejection.

Or betrayal or disappointments.

I mean, God, do you know what it's like

to always be second best or runner-up?

You don't, do you?

You're a lucky girl.

You know what, Mr. Right is out there for you.

But he can't fall in love

with you if you're hiding behind me.

I just need a little bit more time

to get myself prepared, okay?

Come on, be a pal.

Okay, okay, for now, but you know what,

I have a feeling I'm not doing you a favor.

Mmm.

- Dr. Mancini? - Yes?

Um, the way you handled that burn patient just now

was just incredible.

Yeah, I was good, wasn't I?

You were better than good.

We're lucky to have you around.

Will you put your eyes back where they belongs, Doctor?

Please, Amy, I'm a happily married man.

Oh, yeah.

Oh.

And here's my wife now.

Darling.

- Hello. - You see, happily married.

Good night, Amy.

Michael, why would Amy

think our marriage is in trouble?

Oh, she doesn't, she doesn't think at all.

She just believes everything she hears,

especially at sexual harassment seminars.

Michael, you're not harassing Amy, are you?

Oh, please, honey, she's not exactly my type.

Okay, so you're not harassing anyone?

Hmm-mm, not as long as I have you to harass.

Oh.

You know, Amanda sent us to one of those seminars.

It was really becoming kind of a big problem.

I mean, I was harassed by Alex Bastian.

Right, but you took care of it person-to-person, you know?

It's those sue-happy malcontents who see sexual harassment

as an alternative to their 401.

Hey, let's go out for dinner tonight, huh?

- Honey, no, we're broke. - We have credit cards.

Which have to be paid at the end of the month.

Yeah, so, who says we won't be back in the black

by the end of the month?

I don't know about you, Jane, but when I knock,

- the universe always answers. - Yeah.

Excuse me, sir.

We're closing.

Oh, I'll be done in a minute.

Hey, the murdering cheerleaders?

I know all about that case.

A rich girl, poor girl, best friends, both babes.

Make a cool flick.

Right. Well, I-I already know that part.

Okay, well, my big brother went to high school with them

and the dead jock.

Really?

What kind of guy was he?

Uh... major hunk.

Captain of the football team.

Loaded. His family... they own everything in this town,

including the biggest house. It's insane.

No kidding. You wouldn't happen

to have an address for that house, would you?

Yeah. No, I-I can't give you that information.

Like I said, we're closing. Um...

Well, if it's the biggest house in town,

it shouldn't be too hard to find, right?

That's your business.

You got two minutes, max.

It's my butt if you stay too long.

Thank you.

Oh.

Megan?

What kind of client gives you a ride home on his motorcycle

and then kisses you good night?

Were you, uh... were you watching us?

No, I was working on my car out back,

and I happened to be walking by.

- You jealous? - No.

I'm curious, and I'm waiting for an answer.

Did you have a bad day... or something?

Or something.

Well, um...

maybe I could fix that.

Maybe you could come inside,

and you could take your clothes off

and maybe fix a glass of wine

and take a hot shower.

Mmm. Come on, come on.

Ooh.

God... in here.

I missed you so much.

Well, I have been here.

I know. I am so sorry.

Lexi has been having me work these long hours.

Right. Lexi, the big project.

Have I done something to upset you?

I don't know. You tell me.

I'll tell you.

You... go pour the wine.

Mmm. I'll start the water, and, um...

you can take your clothes off, too.

"Dear Ms. Lewis, we are pleased to inform you

"that your application for an 800 number has been processed?

As requested, your anonymity will preserved..."

What's she need an 800 number for?

Looking for the woman of your dreams?

Look no more. Just leave your number.

I'll do the rest.

Ryan, what's taking so long?

Um, I just got paged.

Uh... I got a work emergency.

I'll-I'll have to call you later.

- Hi. - Oh.

Are you Mrs. Damarr?

Yes, but I don't think I know you.

I would never forget a handsome face like yours.

Oh, thank you.

I can see you're having a party.

I-I hate to bother you, but, um, I'm Dr. Peter Burns.

Oh. Oh, oh, the new doctor at the hospital.

Oh, come in, come in.

Let me show you off,

get you acquainted with all the right people.

That's my husband.

You can meet him later.

Ah, a glass of champagne, Doctor.

That'll get you started.

What I'd really like, Mrs. Damarr,

is a moment of your time, if I could.

Oh, and over there are the Spencers.

He's the town sheriff.

You slip him a hundred,

you'll never get a speeding ticket.

Oh, excuse me, Doctor.

I must confer with the help.

It's hard to find good help,

especially since my husband gives them sex as a gratuity.

Is that your son?

Yes.

He looks a lot like your husband.

That's Kent, my only child.

He died.

I'm sorry. That must be very difficult for you.

Oh, I'm sure you'll hear about it.

He was murdered by his whore girlfriend.

Trailer trash.

She only wanted him for his money.

I-I warned him, but she had this hot little body.

He just couldn't resist.

Like father, like son.

My, you're direct.

Why did she kill him?

If she wanted the money, why didn't she just marry him?

Oh, please.

As if we would have ever welcomed that slut

into this family.

No, like all men,

Kent eventually found somebody else to tickle his fancy.

You ask a lot of questions.

Well, introduce us, Gloria.

I'd like to know who's drinking my liquor and eating my food.

Uh, this is Peter Burns,

the new doctor at the hospital.

I don't think so.

I was just introduced to Dr. Gianopolis

a moment ago at the bar.

I'm just passing through.

Well, if you're not on our guest list,

I suggest you leave now.

I still have a few questions.

Oh, well, so do I! Who the hell are you?

I'm Eve Cleary's husband.

Get out.

Get out of my house!

Want me to take care of this, Richard?

I'm here to find out the truth.

The truth?

Your wife is a cold-blooded killer.

Now, that is the truth.

Just get him out of here, Sheriff.

With pleasure.

I'll see myself out... thank you.

Get your hands off me.

Now, you stay away from here.

And you tell that lying bitch of a wife of yours,

if she ever shows her face in this town,

she'll be really sorry.

Thanks for the ride, honey, and good luck with

your appointment today.

Honey, maybe you should think about trading in your car.

It's always in the shop.

Yeah, but at the moment, I can't afford a new car.

- I mean, I can't even afford a used car. - Yeah.

But there's always the bus.

So, will you let me know what Dr. Moore has to say?

Sure. I mean, she'll probably just say

I'm healing nicely from my surgery.

- I hope. - What time do you want me to pick you up?

Um, I'm gonna be working late, so I'll take a cab.

Better yet, you better fax me the bus schedule.

- Mm, all right. - Mmm.

- Bye, honey. - Love you.

Love you.

Dr. Lindsay to room...

- Oh, hi. - Yeah.

Can you sign this for me, please?

Sure. Um...

This what you need? Oh, there it is.

- I, just, I... - Yeah.

Usually can find it pretty easily, but...

Dr. Williams...

Oh, thank you.

I picked it out myself, actually.

Yeah?

I'm a friend of Eve's.

Right.

I saw you at the Damarrs' last night.

They send you here to finish the job?

No. Look, I'm here because...

like-like I said, I knew Eve.

Can I come in?

Look, um... people around here don't like

to talk about what happened.

See, uh, Damarrs... They got all the money.

They dole out the jobs, they got their hands into everything.

That's why the sheriff was so gracious last night, hmm?

Yeah, well, um,

don't believe everything Old Lady Damarr told you.

Eve was a nice girl.

Nice girl who killed her boyfriend.

That's... that's not the way it was.

Look, I played football with Kent Damarr.

A real pig.

The night he was killed, he bragged to all of us

that he was gonna nail this real looker, Amanda Woodward,

Eve's friend, after the game.

See, Kent had this thing for her.

I mean, hell, I mean, we all did.

I know her.

Well, his exact words were,

"Whether Amanda likes it or not."

Anyway, Eve happened to see the two of them

in the bleachers, and...

when she realized that Kent was going to rape Amanda...

Look, she was just protecting her friend, that's all.

You didn't tell anybody about this?

I told the sheriff, the D.A.,

but the Damarrs let it be known

that anybody who crossed them was gonna go down, too.

My dad worked for them.

He made me back down.

I, um...

I always regretted it.

That-that's all I have to say.

Um...

do me a favor.

Tell Eve I'm sorry.

She got a bum wrap.

Hey.

Thanks.

- Hey. - Hey.

- Um... - What's going on?

Yeah, what's going on?

You, uh, didn't return my calls, you never came back last night.

Well, Amanda, piled all this work on me and...

Um, I can relate.

I, uh... I have to cancel our plans for tonight.

I'm sorry.

Yeah, me, too.

Well, I guess there's a lot of money at stake, huh?

- What do you mean? - Well, your business...

It's all about economics, right, I mean, bringing home the bacon?

Listen, you know what?

I'm gonna have to call you later, okay?

Okay.

There's a Betty.

What do you want?

Kyle's not here.

Hey... you're that Wall Street dude, right?

You ever hear my band play at Hell's Gate?

- No. - Well, Kyle dug that dive, man.

We partied hard till his old lady busted up our fun.

I work for the old lady.

Oh, hey, I'm gone, man.

I just wanted you to give this to the man.

That's for his eyes only, right?

Shh.

♪♪

Peter.

What are you doing here?

Looking for you.

I was doing the same thing.

So, what's it feel like?

Huh?

Be back at the scene of the crime.

I was just...

trying to imagine what it was like that night.

Why?

You know what happened.

I killed Kent Damarr.

I pushed him over the bleachers.

It's public record.

Yeah, it is.

I went to the library and I... I read about it.

But you know what they say...

You can't always believe what you read.

And what do you believe?

You're trespassing on private property.

Don't tell me.

Mr. Damarr owns the school, too.

Now, you shouldn't have come back,

and as far as I'm concerned,

you should never have gotten out of prison.

I served my time.

And after the sheriff arrests you,

you're going to serve even more.

Oh, is that what you call justice?

Is that the way it works around here?

The guy with the most money makes the rules?

I told you what'd happen if that murdering tramp showed her face.

And I don't take well to threats.

- Peter, just go. - This girl didn't murder anyone.

She was protecting her friend from your son.

Everybody in this town knows it,

but they're too afraid to say anything.

I suggest that you deal with the fact that your son was a rapist,

instead of punishing the person who paid for his crimes.

As for you, you lay one hand on me and my wife,

and I give you my word,

somebody else will be wearing that badge tomorrow.

Come on.

Did you really mean what you said back there?

Every word.

Let's go home.

Hey, what the hell?

You doing drugs now? Is that what's going on?

You know what? Do... keep your nose out of my business, Ryan.

No, no, you're my brother, that makes it my business.

No, no, that just makes us related.

I'm out of here.

Aah! Wish the old man were here right now

to see his war hero son

popping pills, wasted off his ass.

He'd be so proud.

- Don't mess with me, Ryan. - Or what?

- I could always take you. - I don't think so, Kyle.

I came to L.A. to have a relationship with you.

Now, I'd rather shoot hoops or watch football,

but, God, I'm here for the dark days, too.

Get the hell off of me.

God.

You need what's in there.

You're hooked on that junk.

I don't need anything or anyone,

and that includes you, little brother.

I've called you all together

to make an announcement.

As acting chief of staff, I've decided to fill

the newly vacant position of head floor nurse,

and so the title, the raise, and the unquestionable prestige

goes to Nurse Amy.

- Congratulations. - Aw... -AMY: Thank you.

- Thank you. - Make me proud.

Let's give her a round of applause.

- You bastard! - Ow.

Audrey...

- Michael... - Peter, Peter, what are you doing here?

How was your trip?

Why did she slap you?

I think it was envy.

I just promoted Amy, you know.

She has seniority.

Audrey flipped, you know.

She wants the position, I guess.

I've only been gone 48 hours, Michael.

Well, the hospital is still standing.

Nobody died.

Let me rephrase that... We didn't kill anybody.

Oh, God, does this mean I don't get my promotion?

No, Amy, you've got your promotion.

Congratulations. Nurses, continue.

You don't have to worry, Amy, you earned it.

You really did, you deserve it.

Audrey, uh, listen, I, uh, I know

that not getting that promotion can sting a little bit.

I earned it, Dr. Burns.

Well, you've only been on the floor for a couple weeks.

Amy's been here a lifetime.

Well, then, Dr. Mancini had no right making those promises.

What promises?

Audrey, what did Dr. Mancini promise you?

The world.

He promised me the world.

Pediatrics, Waiting Room South.

Hey, Lexi.

Hey, Ryan.

Is, uh, Megan around?

Sorry, lover, you just missed her.

Oh, well, that's good because I wanted to talk to you

about her.

Really? Hmm.

You want some noodles or some moo shu?

No, no, I'm, I'm okay, um, thanks.

Has she said anything about dating other guys,

um, or not being ready for a relationship?

No.

Why, you two having some problems?

Are you having sexual problems?

Come on, tell me, I can handle the details.

We're having sexual problems, as in no sex at all.

Ouch, that's a problem.

She's out every night.

We barely talk anymore.

I just don't feel like these are problems I should ignore.

Do you?

Ryan, what's really bothering you?

My noodles are getting cold.

I think maybe Megan's hooking again.

Oh, please.

Ryan, come on.

Megan, my star account exec, hooking again?

Honey, not on my payroll.

Besides, Megan would rather jump off a building

than go back to that lifestyle.

Really?

Yeah, look, if it makes you feel any better,

Sterling Conway has a very strict policy

about no moonlighting,

and if I thought that she was hooking again, honey,

I would have kicked her ass out a long time ago.

What was I thinking?

Well...

Actually, I think I'm getting my appetite back.

Well, here, help yourself.

There's some extra chopsticks.

- You sure? - Mmm.

Thanks.

I appreciate you talking to me about this.

It's my pleasure.

Hi, Peter.

Bye, Peter.

Stop right where you are, Michael.

Look, i-if this is about the children's foundation...

You know damn well what this is about.

Well, look, I never meant it to get this far.

I mean, just give me some time, I swear I can make it right.

How, when you make promises you can't keep?

Michael, just tell me that you didn't make them in bed.

Tell me that Audrey is not going to slap us

with a sexual harassment lawsuit.

Audrey, oh.

This is about Audrey?

She's a wacko.

The woman is totally unstable.

Which is why it's even more unbelievable to me

that you would promise this woman a promotion.

- She said that? - Yes,

and she inferred that there were more than words exchanged.

Oh, please.

I'm still on my honeymoon.

I mean, you were my best man and you're my best friend.

It insults me that you would even think that.

Our friendship will mean nothing if you go on that watch list

because I won't be able to protect you.

Now, consider yourself warned.

Peter, you're back.

Um, have you seen Eve?

Yeah, everything's fine, no thanks to you.

Wha... you know what?

How did I become the bad guy?

I'm the one that got you two together in the first place.

Only because you wanted me out of your life.

Well, congratulations, it worked.

You know, I am so sick of everyone shutting me out,

blaming me for their misery.

I mean, what is this, Dump on Amanda Month?

Well, here's a novel approach.

Maybe you deserve it.

I went to Oakhurst, I met the Damarrs,

I found out the truth about Eve,

and in a roundabout way, I guess I found out

the truth about you, too, didn't I?

What's that supposed to mean?

No one had the guts to stand up to those people.

No one had to guts to stand up for Eve, including you,

her friend that she risked everything for.

Oh, no, I tried.

I testified on her behalf.

I did everything I could to keep her out of prison.

Except share the blame.

Everything you've done for Eve has been done out of guilt.

You go free, she loses 15 years of her life.

How do you really feel about that?

- Amanda? - I guess you're wondering

why I'm here.

Yeah, the architect called, he told me to meet him here.

I know, I asked him to call you.

We have to decide what we're going to do about the house.

I mean, do we keep on building?

Do we sell the lot?

Yeah.

It's off to a good start.

So was our marriage.

Yeah.

If I put too much pressure on you about the baby,

this house, I-I can back off.

And-and about New York,

I am so sorry I didn't trust you.

I do. I-I should've given you the chance to explain.

I miss you and I love you.

I want us to be together.

I want that, too.

Then come back home.

We can... we can work this out.

I've lost so much.

I-I don't want to lose you, too.

You haven't lost me.

You haven't lost me.

Good morning.

Peter?

Why do you feel you couldn't be honest with me?

How do you tell the man you love that you were in prison?

I don't know, you just tell him.

You don't lie.

I gave you a hundred opportunities.

I didn't think you would understand.

I thought you would reject me.

Well, you should have a little more faith in me.

You're right.

I should have.

I'm sorry.

I just love you so much, I-I...

I didn't want to lose you.

I don't want to lose you, either.

Uh-huh, yeah. I'll...

I'll call you as soon as I get to the office, all right?

- Hi. - Ryan.

- Hey. - Hey.

Look, um... I don't know how else to say this,

- so I'm gonna be blunt. - Okay.

- Are you hooking again? - What?

You have an 800 number, a hotel suite,

I see you out with a different guy every night... I mean...

I even saw you at the Stage Bar last week, money changing hands.

It's not funny, Megan.

No, I know it's not funny.

It's... it's sad that you would assume the worst about me,

that you would think that I would ever go back to that.

What am I supposed to think? I mean,

we're spending all this time together,

I fall in love with you, and all of a sudden

you're canceling our dates, dating!

Did you just say you fell in love with me?

Megan...

I've been in love with you since our first night in the desert.

- Really? - Yes. I do love you,

and I know we can work this out; we can get you help.

You know, it took you a long time to say it.

I didn't know if you'd say it back.

Oh, I love you.

Wait, wait, before we get all carried away with this,

there's still a whole issue.

No, no, I-I-I'm...

I'm not sleeping with those men.

I'm interviewing them.

Interviewing them? For what?

For Lexi.

When I talked to Lexi, she said that...

No, it's, um, it's not a project for the agency.

It's-it's personal, for her.

It's, um...

I'm finding her Mr. Right.

You're joking.

No, no, she's been burned

so many times, she decided

to approach this whole dating thing scientifically.

Which is why we have the questionnaire

and the interviews, and it's-it's like a...

a game show, and... I'm the host.

So, the guys you were dating were...

Were contestants.

Oh, no.

And that questionnaire

- that I filled out? - Yes, you were my guinea pig.

This is... this is nuts, you know that, right?

Yes.

But, you know, when Lexi wants something...

Oh, no, I get that, I just don't know...

I don't know why you did it.

Um...

because of you.

Because...

you made me believe

that there's a perfect mate for everyone.

- Hm. - And I want Lexi to be as happy as I am.

You really think I'm perfect?

Yeah.

But don't let it go to your head, okay?

Never.

Mm. Mm.

It's a simple question, Michael.

How much money is in the children's foundation?

Well, to the penny, I'm not sure.

Well, then to the dollar.

Well, it's in my computer.

Look, to be honest, I just took over as treasurer,

and I'm gonna need a couple of weeks to sort things out.

I mean, no offense, Peter, but, uh,

the books were a disaster.

Ballpark, Michael; just give me a figure.

Okay, um, $300,000.

Dr. Burns, I need to talk to you.

N-Nurse Williams, this is a private meeting.

I'm sorry, Dr. Burns,

but I can't keep silent anymore.

Dr. Mancini wronged me.

Wha...? I never touched you.

Oh, right. The final indignity.

Dr. Mancini

promised me a promotion in return for sex.

And it wasn't just a one-shot deal,

he wanted it everywhere.

In the linen closet, O.R. Three,

- the on-call room. - Michael?

- Peter, you know me. It's a lie. - Dr. Mancini,

you are going to need a better defense than "it's a lie."

I swear I never had sexual relations with this woman.

Really? What would you call it, then?

I slept with you, Michael.

I pleasured you in other ways,

and, God knows, it's not like I find you

the least bit attractive!

Hey, hey, hey, I resent that.

And I resent you for humiliating me,

lying to me, betraying me,

- using me. - I think we've heard enough.

This is the wrong forum for this discussion.

- Michael, could I see you outside, please? - Sure.

I warned you, Michael.

Hey, how many times do I have to say it? I'm innocent.

The woman's a nutcase.

But the board doesn't know that.

Right now they think she's telling the truth,

and when they start digging into your colorful past,

watch out, it's settlement time.

Peter, a wink in the hallway is not an intimate encounter, okay?

I... I never laid my hands on the woman.

Now, I may have thought about it,

but thinking and doing are two different things, aren't they?

I have no choice here, Michael.

Right now you're suspended from the hospital,

pending a full investigation.

♪ I know you can see ♪

♪ I'm in pain ♪

♪ Always remain ♪

♪ Lost ♪

♪ Out in the rain... ♪

Hey, hey!

- Hi. - Hi.

I didn't think you were playing with these guys anymore.

Eh, they said they'd behave themselves.

So, what did you think?

I got to admit, you sounded pretty good.

- Yeah? - Yeah.

You don't know much your support means to me.

Yeah. You know what?

I'm gonna go...

fix my lipstick.

I'll see you later.

I think you owe me an apology.

- You're right, I do owe you an apology. - Mm.

You were finally telling the truth for a change.

Well, that was lame.

But it's accepted.

So, tell me, Peter,

are you really still in love with her,

or are you just, um, doing community service?

The old "Give the Ex-Con a Home" program.

Oh, you don't know when to quit, do you?

Just so there's no misunderstandings, I love Eve.

Well, just so there's no misunderstandings

on your part... I'm happy for you.

I've moved on.

Good.

You got someone new in your life?

Not tonight.

Buy me a drink, and we'll call a truce?

Come on. No hard feelings.

Friends.

Friends.

Bartender?

- Yes, sir? - What'll you have?

I'll have a Sex on the Beach.

So, um...

want to, uh, order a pizza or something?

No, I'm not really hungry, you know.

I mean, unless you are?

No, no, I ate a late lunch.

Um...

Well, I'm almost done.

Oh, good.

How about, um, watching some television?

There might be a game on.

Uh, no. No, I don't think

- there's a game on, not this late. - Right.

Um... how about some music?

Yeah, music would be good.

♪ Angels sing ♪

♪ To send your love to me ♪

Maybe I should change the station.

- ♪ And I've been blind ♪ - No.

- ♪ But now I see ♪ - It's okay, I like this song.

Me, too.

♪ And I can breathe ♪

♪ Now that you're here with me ♪

♪ You bring me joy ♪

♪ And you brought me peace ♪

♪ It's been so long ♪

♪ That love was about to leave ♪

♪ But now you're here ♪

♪ And my heart's relieved... ♪