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[Sydney singing]

Would you you hurry it up?

I'm going to be late.

Sydney, you have been in that damn shower

for 20 minutes, and I have a 9:00 meeting.

Just can't seem to get the old motor running in the morning without a hot shower.

Oh, and while we're on the subject, I've been thinking

I really should get first dibs on the phone, the TV, and the bathroom.

After all, it is my apartment.

What do you think you're doing?

If you don't get out of there now,

I am tossing your butt out on the street.

Oh, and Sydney, while we're on the subject,

since you're living here rent-free,

you can pay the utilities,

including all the hot water you're wasting

getting your old motor running.

Look, if I'm inconveniencing you in any way,

you just say the word and I'll get a hotel room.

No. I would love to have a roommate, Matt.

An alleged murderer? Oh, come on.

Anyone that knows you knows that that's bull.

Paul Graham murdered his wife,

and your lawyer is gonna prove that.

Besides, you're doing me a favor.

With all that's happened,

I don't want to be alone.

[yawning] [Jo] Jake, you all right?

Oh, yeah. Never better.

Matt, I was bummed when I heard you were in jail,

but it looks like you're out.

Thanks.

Hey. I'm having a party at Shooters Wednesday night.

Drinks are on the house. You're invited.

What are we celebrating?

Oh, you're a smart chick.

You figure it out.

What was that all about?

I have no idea.

Ever since Jess died, he's been really weird.

Yeah, well, there's only so much a guy can handle before he self-destructs.

Alison, breakfast is ready.

[knocking on door]

Alison?

Billy.

Hi, Jane, I was just on my way to work.

I thought I'd check on Alison.

Well, she's okay. She's coping.

Oh, that's good. I'd like to talk to her.

Look, Billy--

Can't I come in?

[Alison] Billy, no.

I haven't changed my mind.

I still want you to leave me alone.

We're friends. I care about you.

You have a wife.

Care about her.

Billy, I'm going to be fine.

I'd rather live my life in the dark

than have to see you with Brooke.

Okay, I'll go,

but I'm always going to care about you

whether you like it or not.

[sighs]

That was quite a speech.

So when do you plan on telling Billy

your blindness is only temporary?

It's really none of his business.

I know what you're up to, Alison.

And I've got to tell you,

the way you're handling poor Billy is inspired.

I don't know what you're talking about.

You're playing your pity card.

You're pushing him away with one hand

while drawing him in with the other.

Oh, oatmeal's at 12:00.

Juice, coffee, and silverware is at 3:00.

O.K.

Jane, I am not manipulating Billy.

I'm just sick and tired of not getting what I want.

Tell me about it-- God, for years, I have watched certain people in my life

get everything their heart desires

because they don't care who they have to step on.

Well, I'm not a doormat, Alison,

and neither are you.

I think it's time that we did some stepping.

What do want besides Billy?

Oh, uh...

I'd kind of like my old job back.

Well, then go for it.

Jane. I'm serious.

Demand that Amanda hire you back.

Jane I can't even button my blouse.

I can hardly design an ad campaign.

To hell with the blindness! You're good at what you do.

I don't know.

Yes, you do.

And you're going to promise me--

no--we're going to promise each other

that from now we look out for number one.

Promise?

Promise.

Thelma and Louise forever.

Ha ha!

All right.

But no driving off cliffs.

Dr. Peter Burns.

Thank you.

Where have you been?

I've been going crazy in here.

I'm so scared.

I know.

We need to talk.

No, no, I don't want to talk

about anymore how I blew up that building or I blinded poor Alison

or killed some woman that I don't even know.

Kimberly.

I've been going over it and over it,

and I didn't do it.

I'm a doctor.

I've spent my life saving lives.

I don't know how to build a bomb

or blow up a building-- I mean, besides,

only a crazy person would do something like that.

That's right.

What are you saying? You think I'm crazy?

Come here. Sit down.

In the next few days,

you're going to be indicted by a grand jury.

They're gonna charge you with first-degree murder,

among other things.

And at that trial, Michael, Amanda, Sydney,

everyone who lived in that building

is going to testify against you.

I'm going to have to testify against you.

Kim, if you're not crazy, at best, you're gonna spend

the rest of your life in prison,

probably even face the death sentence.

No.

Now listen to me.

I don't want to lose you.

So do this for me... for us.

Tell them you're insane.

Plead insanity.

I can't.

Then I can't help you.

That's it for today, Mr. Armstrong.

Keep working on that backswing.

Thanks, Steve. I'll see you next week.

Well, I hate to say I told you so,

but your room at home is ready and waiting.

Sorry to disappoint you, Daddy,

but Billy and I are deliriously happy

living in his apartment.

Well, then I am deliriously happy for you.

Let's not fight, okay?

I just stopped by

to see how you're doing,

and to find out if you talked to your lawyer yet.

Yeah, John will meet with us the day after tomorrow at 2:00.

Well, I guess if I've waited this long,

I can wait a couple more days.

How much do you think Mother left me?

Brooke, maybe you'd better not start counting your money until aft--

Daddy, let's face it.

Mother loved me, and more than anything,

she wanted me to be financially secure.

And now that I've satisfied

the last condition of her will

by getting married, I'm going to be.

You mean you and Billy are going to be.

Right. Mm-hmm.

Daddy, I hate to ask you this,

especially after all you spent

on my beautiful wedding,

but I'm a little short,

so I wondering if I could please have an advancement

on next month's allowance.

You want an allowance, ask your husband.

Daddy, be serious.

You married the wrong guy, dear,

and for better or for worse,

you're Billy's responsibility now.

Good. Straight ahead.

Here's Billy right in front.

Okay.

Alison, what are you doing here?

Hi. Um, I'm here to see Amanda.

No pun intended.

Alison, it's Brooke.

Amanda has a full schedule.

Do you have an appointment?

Get out of my way, Brooke.

[sighs]

God, that felt good.

Mm-hmm-- Just keep reminding yourself,

the best defense is a good offense.

Oh, be careful in here.

She's rearranged the furniture. Okay.

Alison,

what a surprise.

Um, it's good to see you up and around.

Jane.

So, what did the doctors have to say?

I hope it's good news.

They've advised me to take it one day at a time.

That's good advice.

Not easy to follow, but...

So, uh, would you two like to sit down?

I could get you some coffee.

No, no, I'd rather stand.

Okay.

Amanda, I want my old job back,

and if you refuse to give it to me,

I am prepared to sue you for discrimination

against the visually challenged.

Alison, you don't have to threaten me.

I meant what I said at the hospital.

I feel responsible for what happened to you.

This whole thing with Kimberly

has forced me to re-examine my behavior

towards certain people, especially you.

And I have a lot to make up to you.

So if you want your job back, it's yours.

Just like that?

Yes. I'd be thrilled to have you at D and D.

You'd be an asset to any company.

When would you like to start?

Uh, I'm-- I'm sorry.

I didn't expect you to be this easy.

Sorry to disappoint you.

How does tomorrow afternoon sound?

Great. It sounds great.

I'll cut you some slack, but if supervising Kimberly's recovery

starts to interfere with the rest of your work here at the hospital,

all bets are off.

I understand. Well, I don't.

Why are you wasting your time treating a lunatic?

I don't want to discuss this with you, Michael.

You're a surgeon. What are you gonna do for her?

Cut out the bad part of her brain?

There won't be anything left.

Did you ever really love her or were you just using her?

Come on, it takes one to know one.

Gentlemen, time-out.

It seems to me if you two intend to be partners,

you should at least try to get along with one another.

You're right.

I was out of line.

I apologize.

Apology accepted.

Speaking of partnerships, Dr. Hobbs,

Michael and I are looking for some office space.

Mm-hmm. Preferably here at the hospital.

Well, unfortunately, I don't have any vacant offices.

But if something opens up--

He's got a lot of nerve showing up here.

Why? He hasn't been convicted of anything.

Actually, Fielding is here to see me.

He's dropping off some papers, filing for a leave of absence.

And then, good riddance.

Enjoy it while it lasts, Paul,

because the truth is gonna come out

and everyone's gonna know you're a cold-blooded murderer.

Just stay the hell away from me, Fielding,

or I won't be responsible for my actions.

Take my advice. Watch your back.

Paul kills everybody that he gets involved with.

Matt! Matt! Come on!

I want to kill him. Come on, he's not worth it.

Shut up. Shut up.

Don't say that too loud.

People might think you really mean it.

Come on.

[TV playing]

[knock on door]

Could you get that?

[knock knock]

Hi, Sydney. Is Amanda in?

For you, I'm not sure, but I could ask.

Hi.

I need to talk to you...please.

And I suppose you'd like me to take a walk?

The exercise will do you good.

Well...

it's not like it's my apartment or anything.

Come in.

In case you're worried,

I didn't come here to talk about us.

I realize that I blew it with you--

Get to the point, Peter.

I had myself assigned to Kimberly's case.

Really?

Couldn't fraternizing with a mad bomber

be detrimental to your career?

Yes.

But my career is not so all-important anymore.

I realize that people matter, too.

Oh, then you must be

the new and improved Peter Burns.

Look, Amanda, I know that I have a credibility problem with you,

but I honestly care what happens to Kimberly

and I don't want to see her locked up

for the rest of her life.

Why not?

She's a female terminator who kills everything in her path.

She was pushed to do what she did-- and pushed hard--

by Michael and Sydney...

you,

me.

Well, I admit I feel some culpability.

If I had steered clear of Michael--

And if I would've been honest with her

about my feelings for you...

But we all have our regrets, don't we?

The question is,

what are we going to do about it?

You tell me.

If you decide to file stalking charges against Kimberly

on top of all the other charges she's facing,

the court won't show any leniency.

Are you asking me not to file?

I'm begging you.

Well, when you put it that way...

my answer's still no.

That scene you caused in the cafeteria didn't help your case.

As a matter of fact, it made it a lot worse.

I didn't know it could get any worse.

Well, as far as the police are concerned, it was a lovers' quarrel--

further proof that you and Paul conspired together to murder his wife.

Look, I know, all right? Look, I'm sorry.

It was a mistake. I ju--honestly, I just lost it.

I mean, he's sitting there with some playmate,

masquerading as a candy-striper,

acting like he doesn't have a care in the world.

I don't care why you did it.

Just don't do it again.

Sure. You have my word.

Good. Now sit down.

I talked to a source down at Parker Center

that Paul's been in for questioning at least twice.

That's good, right? I mean, sooner or later, he's bound to break.

Not necessarily, if he were to admit his guilt but implicate you.

Why would he do that?

By branding you the mastermind behind the murder plot,

he could try to cut himself a deal--

immunity in return for his testimony against you.

But his testimony would be

a complete fabrication, a lie, perjury.

You and I know that, Matt,

but if a jury of your peers doesn't...

Then I spend the next 25 years to life behind bars.

[sighs]

Amanda, I heard a rumor I was hoping

you could confirm or deny.

Yes, Alison is coming back to work.

Have you forgotten about all the trouble we went through getting her out?

What we did to Alison was down and dirty.

We owe her.

Besides, she needs to work,

focus on something other than her handicap.

Fine-- let her enroll in a school for the blind

and learn how to crochet.

I have already made my decision, Brooke,

so henceforth, your responsibilities

will be shared 50-50 with Alison.

I'm not sharing anything with that woman.

Alison will handle client communications.

You'll oversee copy and design.

Her title remains the same as before--

senior ad executive.

But I'm only a junior exec.

Seniority does have its privileges.

Amanda, what is going on with you?

You're not getting soft?

No. I'm growing up a little. You should try it.

We start breaking the Tyde-Wear campaign at 2:00.

Don't be late.

What I want here is a thinner sleeve with a 5-inch slit

and the hint of a rolling cuff.

Okay?

Excuse me.

This is too radical.

Jane, this is not the way we do it at Mackenzie Hart.

It is now.

Why don't you ladies take a break?

Lighten up, Richard.

A rehash of Mack's tired old designs

won't get us a spread in Vogue.

Well, that's not your call, is it?

Fine-- Then you can just go into the antique clothing business,

and while you're at it, maybe you can bring back the bell-bottom.

I resent the hell out of that.

Mack was a star. She set trends in American fashion.

Who the hell are you to criticize her?

You didn't use to feel that way.

That's right, but you've changed, Jane.

Your ego is so overblown that you can't even see

that this isn't about you or us.

This is about the inadequacies of your designs.

Fine-- If my designs are so inadequate,

you can get some hacks in here to finish the line,

but I'm not hanging around for the wake.

This space is ideal for two partners.

There are two large offices,

an examining room, and a reception area.

Oh, yeah. I could really get used to this.

Well, there's even a pharmacy on the first floor.

And a nice view, too.

Come on, Peter, what do you think?

You think Dr. Mancini and I

could have a few minutes to talk things over?

Well, sure, but you should know, there are already two bids in.

If you want the space, we're gonna have to move quickly.

Thanks.

I think we should go for it.

I mean, you might even like this place so much,

you'll stop wasting your time on nutburgers

like my soon-to-be ex-wife.

On the subject of Kimberly...

I think it would be wise to...

not go through with the divorce.

Call me stupid, then, but the sooner I'm free, the happier I'll be.

She can't handle a divorce right now.

Peter, what is your deal with Kimberly?

I don't want to see her get screwed over...

so I've advised her to plead guilty

by reason of insanity.

Oh. So, you're her doctor, her lover,

and now her lawyer.

I hope she has you on retainer.

She refuses to believe that she's insane.

Now, if you rock that boat...

You know, you've got to have an angle,

and it can't be love.

Maybe lust. Nah.

Listen, you ungrateful little twit. Relax.

Those are my coattails you're riding.

There's no partnership without me.

Now, if you want this to work...

get off my back about Kimberly.

Fine. Whatever you say...

but I have dibs on this office.

Just tell me what you see.

This isn't going to work, doctor.

Just tell me what you see--

whatever pops into your mind.

Okay...I see a depressed, middle-aged Freudian

with unexpressed homosexual leanings.

What I need is someone to talk to, someone who'll listen,

not some robot headshrinker!

Kimberly, as I've told you before,

I am not your headshrinker.

Now, I've been appointed by the court to run a few tests

to determine whether you're fit to stand trial.

Then I demand to see a real shrink.

Well, Dr. Burns will be here shortly.

You can take it up with him. Now sit down.

Okay...

you win...

but I can draw better pictures than Hermann Rorschach,

so why don't you give me a pencil and a piece of paper,

and I'll draw pictures, and you can decipher their hidden meaning.

I said sit down.

Doctor, I'm a unique person.

I can't be pigeonholed by standard-issue inkblots.

Don't you see?

I'm losing my identity here.

[sighs]

Very well.

[grinding]

We'll try it your way.

Aah! Aah...

Kimberly?

Kimberly!

Kimberly!

Kimberly!

Kimberly!

Kimberly, stop!

It'll be okay.

I refuse to spend the rest of my life in an insane asylum.

I'd rather die. Don't do this.

Why? Because you care about me?

No one cares.

Stay back! I'll handle this. I care about you!

I won't let anyone hurt you!

That's bull.

You might have slept with me,

but you don't really care about me.

You don't--

you don't love me.

I need to be loved again.

Can you tell me that you love me?

Can you?

Kimberly!

Yes...

I love you.

Alison, Tyde-Wear

is a conservative clothing manufacturer.

They're still resisting the catalog business.

But their resort line is evolving.

Alison's right-- new fabrics, new colors, updated styles.

Is that what our target consumers are buying?

Well, I don't mean to speak for Alison,

but maybe we should try something new.

Design the campaign to broaden Tyde-Wear's appeal.

Reach out for the younger consumer.

And risk disenfranchising the existing ones.

Billy, a lot of companies have tried it.

And some of them have been successful.

Of course, others have failed,

but Alison has been at this longer.

I guess we have to trust her instincts.

I always have.

Alison, you have the floor.

Um...

I'm sorry, Amanda.

I really have to use the rest room first.

Oh, of course.

We could all use a 10-minute break.

I-I'm going to need some help getting there.

No problem.

Brooke, could you help Alison to the ladies room?

Is there a problem?

Yes.

I can't.

You'll--you'll just have to take her.

It's all right. I know my way.

No, it's not. I thought we were all gonna try to work together.

Wait, Billy. Let me go.

Brooke, stop acting like a green-eyed bride

and go apologize to Alison.

I can't. You can if you want to keep your job.

Fine. I quit.

Don't be ridiculous.

No. It's for the best.

I'm coming into a great deal of money,

and I don't need to work.

Well, I think I've waited long enough for my inheritance.

Let's get started.

It's not quite 2:00 yet, dear.

Ah, there he is!

Honey, what are you doing here?

Well, your father called me and asked me to meet you here.

What's going on, Brooke?

Oh, just boring family business.

Nothing you'd be interested in.

If you'd take a seat, we'll get started.

Daddy, Billy has better things to do with his time.

Not really.

Okay.

Hi. Billy Campbell.

John Friedman.

Congratulations on your marriage.

Thank you.

John?

Well, as you all know,

pursuant to Mrs. Armstrong's will,

at the time of her death, a trust fund was set up

for her only child--Brooke.

It was her further wish that the moneys in that fund

be given to you in equal annual payments

over the next 10 years,

with the first payment coming due upon your marriage.

Why didn't you tell me about this?

$10,000?

How the hell am I supposed to live on $10,000?

I'm sorry if you're disappointed, Brooke,

but, uh, the money was never intended as a dowry,

simply a wedding present.

Oh, that's it.

Billy...Billy, I can explain.

No, that's okay.

Why are you so determined to destroy my happiness?

Don't blame me for your troubles.

Marriage is based on trust.

And as far as Billy's concerned...

well, he simply can't trust you, can he?

[knock on door]

I was afraid you wouldn't come.

The thought had crossed my mind.

You were way out of line the other day, Richard...

but I care about you.

I really do.

Maybe too much.

Jane, I'm sorry.

The last thing that I wanted to do was hurt you.

It's just that you don't understand

my relationship with Mackenzie.

It was more than business.

Mack, uh...walked into my lecture hall at Harvard,

and it was like I had known her my whole life.

She was my best friend. She was...my lover.

She was my teacher.

We had problems with our marriage, but...

our bond as friends, that never changed.

We trusted each other.

We always told each other the truth.

That is, uh...

until I fell in love with you.

And if I had just been honest with her,

she wouldn't have followed me to your apartment that night.

Richard, it's not your responsibility.

It was Kimberly.

She killed Mackenzie.

I'm sorry.

I've been so insensitive to your feelings and...

your loss.

I hope you can forgive me.

[rock music playing]

Look, Matt, I'm sure that your lawyer is just saving her ass

and presenting a worst-case scenario.

No. She told me to prepare myself and my parents.

Those were her exact words.

Jo, maybe-- maybe the only way out of this

is for me to--

I don't know-- confront Paul.

You know, force him to confess.

What? No. No.

Matt, I've been there. Trust me.

If I would have just listened to my lawyer

and not been so bullheaded,

I might still have my baby.

Oh! Hey...

Uh, maybe you should slow down.

Maybe you should lighten up.

This is supposed to be a party.

And I-- you know, I have a toast.

I have a toast! I have a toast!

To all of us. To the survivors!

[cheers]

Hey, Brooke, now that I'm designing for Mackenzie Hart,

if you're interested, I could probably get you wholesale less 25%.

Oh, Jane, that would be great. I love a bargain.

Yeah, Brooke's really watching her pennies these days.

Excuse me.

Hey, bud, how's the leg?

Hey, thanks, man.

Hey, Jo. Hey, Matt.

Hey, how's it going, champ?

Where do you think you're going?

Uh, heh...home. My shift's over.

Now, what is the matter with everybody? Come on, let me buy you a drink.

Uh, no-- Unlike you, Jake,

when tragedy strikes, I don't kick up my heels

and wrap my lips around a bottle.

Oh, ho ho!

I'll see you tomorrow.

Not if you don't let me buy you a drink.

You can't be serious.

Well, what's it going to be?

Listen, Jake, you can sit here and self-destruct,

but I'm not going to help you.

You're fired.

Too late. I quit.

She's just trying to be a friend.

Excuse me.

Come on, Jo. This is our song.

Dance with me.

Wha--? I thought the doctor told you

to keep your dancing shoes off

until your leg got better.

Doctor.

Come on, I mean, I don't want to dance with you when you're drunk.

"No" wasn't in your vocabulary

when you were with my brother.

Hey, I'm sorry. I'm sorry.

Jake, let me go. I shouldn't have said that.

Let's just dance. What is your problem? Let me go!

Stay the hell away from her!

Hey, back off!

Unh!

Heh...

I killed my brother.

I killed my brother.

Jake...

Well, thank you very, very much.

We will be in touch.

Um...I believe you're next, miss.

We are very sorry for wasting your valuable time, ladies,

but the position has already been filled.

Thanks for coming.

Peter...

What are you doing, Peter?

This is the most fun I've had

since I graduated medical school.

I have a bypass scheduled.

If we hire a receptionist that looks like that,

we're gonna spend our entire time chasing skirt and competing with each other.

So?

So, you're gonna call the employment agency

and have them send over someone that neither one of us

could possibly be attracted to.

Hi. Hi.

Don't let me down, Michael. Ah!

Wow, Michael, this is really nice.

Can I have a tour?

What are you doing here, Syd?

Passing time.

Quit my job last night, remember?

Yeah, right before the big fight.

If you ask me, it was a smart move.

Hanson's off the deep end.

Jake's just having a rough time 'cause of his brother.

Well, I'm sure you're busy,

so, um...if you hear of any job openings...

Syd...

how would you feel about working for Peter and me?

Well, I don't have any medical training.

Don't worry.

Thanks to Billy, you have five minutes for the mea culpa.

Thank you, Amanda.

I got some work to do,

so good luck.

4 minutes and 30 seconds.

You were right, Amanda.

I let my personal feelings get in the way

of my professional objectivity.

I'm sorry for walking out on you and for all the things I said,

and I would do anything-- even answer phones,

if you could find it in your heart to hire me back.

What happened to all that money you were coming into?

Well, money or no money,

I need a career to feel fulfilled.

I realize that now.

Well, lucky for you I've grown soft.

That was what you accused me of, right?

So you can come back to the agency,

but not as an executive.

As what, then?

Alison's assistant.

Take it or leave it.

Well, I must have grown soft, too.

I'll take it.

Good.

Kimberly Shaw is competent to stand trial.

What exactly do you base your opinion on, doctor?

On the fact that she's vicious, sadistic,

and still has the, uh, marbles

to manipulate even you, doctor.

Well, I guess it is a lot easier to drop kick the tough cases

into the court systems rather than to cure them.

First, I am attacked by a pencil-wielding patient,

now by a love-struck surgeon!

Peter, he, uh-- he does have a point.

Gentlemen, I'm not in love with Kimberly.

We're friends, and my friend has a long and drawn-out trial to face.

What about your other friends who were her victims?

Calvin, please.

Kimberly's not just a patient here.

She's a doctor on staff at this hospital.

Now, if there's any question as to her sanity,

don't we owe her another session with a new psychiatrist?

Okay. I'll see what I can do.

You're wasting your time.

Look, if it makes you happy, put it in your report.

[knock on door]

I'll get it.

Look, um, uh...

I'm sorry about last night.

I was a real jerk.

Yeah, you were, but who hasn't been at one time or another?

I need you, Jo.

I need you, too.

Al, it's me. Food's here.

Aah!

What? What?

What did you do?

Ohh! I...

I slipped getting out of the shower.

Oh, honey. Just hold onto me.

You okay?

Yeah.

Let me get a towel here.

It's okay.

It's okay.

Alison, I'm home! Oh, I've got so much to tell you.

Billy...

Hey, Billy. Hey.

If you're going to bring food over for Alison,

can you bring something other than Chinese?

It's so fattening. I'm starved.

Oh, yeah. I got to get going, all right?

Aren't you going to stay for dinner?

No.

Hey, what's up with him?

Guess it's been a while since Billy's seen me naked.

Alison, you're so bad.

[knocking on door]

It's awfully late for a social visit.

Where's Billy?

Back at the apartment.

Trouble in paradise so soon, dear?

No. Billy's forgiven me

for not telling him about the inheritance,

or a lack thereof.

Will you forgive me, Daddy?

Of course.

You're my daughter.

I love you.

I love you, too.

Mm.

Could I have a brandy, too?

Sure.

Mm, it almost feels like old times, being here with you,

drinking by the fire.

I've got some good news-- I'm back at the agency.

Oh, that's my girl.

Yeah. Amanda was really great about it.

Of course, I'm working for Alison again.

That can't be easy for you.

Well, I am trying to be mature about it.

I mean, the poor thing is blind.

Yeah. I always really liked Alison.

I was sorry to hear what happened to her.

Yeah. Me, too...

even though I know she is still in love with my husband.

Oh. I'm sorry.

I wish things could have worked out better.

Sorry enough to float me a loan?

Sure.

I know what I just said,

but I just can't be happy with Alison around.

I've got to get away from D and D,

out of that damn apartment building,

away from her.

How do you intend to explain $100,000 to your husband?

I don't.

I'm gonna get a separate checking account at a different bank.

Daddy...

There is, however, one small condition

to the money, Brooke.

You don't get it until you file for divorce.

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