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(sighs)

Come on, Taylor!

What?

Obviously, something is on your mind.

Well, it's hard to make love to somebody

who doesn't respect you.

Please tell me that we're not talking about Peter again.

Well, think about it.

If you don't trust me enough to choose my own friends,

then of course we're going to have trouble with intimacy.

This isn't about intimacy.

You are just trying to punish me

because you can't get what you want,

and that's childish, Taylor.

You're a grown woman, you're not the college kid

that I dragged kicking and screaming into adulthood.

Oh, you know, spare me

the "look all I've done for you over the years" speech, Kyle.

I am my own person. You didn't create me.

I can spend time with anyone I want.

You know what, here's the deal.

We're married-- you know what that means, Taylor?

That means that we do things for each other,

things we maybe don't always want to do, we compromise.

Oh... oh, that must explain

why you compromised our marriage in Boston.

For as often as you bring that up,

I might as well be unfaithful again.

I'm going to the store, I need some air.

Where you going already this morning?

I thought we might have a little breakfast,

maybe even a conversation.

Oh, about what? I'm running late.

Just that I'm up for my old job,

Chief of Staff at Wilshire Memorial.

That's wonderful! When did you hear this?

About the time I was supposed to

deliver a letter of recommendation for Michael,

which, which never quite got delivered.

If that is guilt I see on your face, wipe it off.

Michael is hardly leadership material,

and it's just a question of the best man winning,

and we both know who that is.

Anyway, I've got to get running.

I've got a big staff meeting.

I'll see you tonight?

Yeah, tonight.

Hi.

I'm kind of in a hurry.

Yeah, me, too.

Well, right under the wire.

Correction, I am right on time.

I can always count on the old man being at least five minutes late.

He always is.

It's not Field senior who called the meeting.

(Craig) Morning, people.

Uh... what do you think you're doing?

Holding a staff meeting. What does it look like?

Sorry, but the last time I checked, you were an office assistant.

Well, you better update your records.

For those of you who don't know me, my name is Craig Field.

I've recently gained controlling interest at D and D,

and as such, I plan to take charge

of the company's day to day operations.

Well, that sounds terribly ambitious,

but I'm sure your father still plans on playing a major role here.

Actually, Arthur Field's involvement with this company

is a thing of the past.

In fact, I'd prefer there to be no communication

between him or anyone under my staff.

Other than that, the only change that I foresee

is a more youthful approach to business,

details to follow, of course.

But in the meantime... let's get to work.

During this transition,

I'm going to need to rely heavily on you both.

That's the least surprising thing you've said so far.

Amanda, I know how you felt about my father

and how difficult he made things for you.

Those days are over.

Unlike him, I think the world of you.

You realize this guy's going to

turn into a monster, don't you?

He already is one.

Morning.

Morning.

Thought I'd better get a little coffee going

for the med student in the house.

Well, I thank you, and the chief resident thanks you.

How'd you sleep?

Sleeping I don't remember.

What was memorable, though,

was waking up next to you.

Felt real natural,

like you were living here already.

Yeah, for me, too.

Not bad for a second date.

Not bad.

So what do you suppose that means?

Well, I guess that means that, uh...

we're an item.

And since that's the case,

how would you feel about accompanying me

to a black-tie affair tomorrow night

at the hospital?

Tomorrow?

Mm-hmm.

Sure, provided I can get a tux between now and then.

That shouldn't be a problem.

You know, I mean, this is the first time in I don't know

how long that I haven't had to go to one of these things alone.

You play your cards right, pal,

and you won't have to go anywhere stag again.

Hey! Hi.

Oh, sweetheart!

Oh!

How's our girl?

Hi, Dad.

You look pretty darn terrific.

How are you?

I'm all right, I'm glad to be home, mostly.

Well, of course you are.

It's safe and friendly here,

unlike the place you just flew in from.

You know, your mother and I are still hoping

you'll move back home.

And so are all your friends.

They call all the time, wanting to know what you're doing.

That's nice.

Do you guys mind if I just go up to my room for a little while?

I'm a little tired from the flight.

(mother) No, honey, this is your home.

You do what you need to do.

O.K., thanks.

I don't mean to pry, but Sydney called.

Said you were having some problems in L.A.

Things must be pretty bad

when Sydney feels the need to tattle.

What's going on, Jane?

Why did you come home?

I'm not sure.

Maybe I just needed to be surrounded by familiar faces.

Or maybe I just need to be around what I knew was real.

(sighs)

Mom...

my life's so...

I've just made such a mess out of it.

I wish I could just start over.

Sweetheart, if you want to start over,

you can do it here, in Chicago.

Oh, honey, we can help you find an apartment.

Maybe Dad can even help you get a job.

This is your home, and we are here for you always.

Oh, Mom, it feels so good to be home.

I'm sorry.

Going on and on about myself.

How are you?

Me?

I'm fine.

Are you sure?

I mean, you seem a little pale.

Have you lost weight?

Well... I didn't want to worry you--

that's why I haven't mentioned it--

but in a few days I'm going to have a little minor surgery.

What for? What's wrong?

(chuckling) Oh, don't panic.

It's nothing. They're going to take out my gall bladder.

It's been bothering me for over a year,

and the doctor said let's just get rid of it.

Well, are you sure that it's nothing more serious?

Oh, I'm positive.

The only reason I'm telling you now

is because I want you to stick around

and give your father a hand afterwards.

You know what a disaster he is in the kitchen.

And I will have suffered enough.

Looks like I came home at the right time for everyone.

Yes, you did.

(knocking on door)

Hey... hey, Sam.

Hi.

Gosh...

What is all this?

It's a mess! I've been cranking these out.

Thank God Jane's out of town.

I didn't know you actually painted.

I thought you just studied it or something.

Well... now that you do, what do you think?

It's of the courtyard.

It's nice, yeah.

Colors are great.

That's it?

"The colors are great"?

(knocking on door)

Hey, I, uh, come bearing gifts.

Mind if I join you?

No! Of course not.

Billy, always a pleasure to see you outside of work.

Ditto.

Sam, this is incredible.

It's of the courtyard, right?

Yeah. Do you like it?

Be honest.

Like it? I... I love it!

Great composition, great colors.

But almost too bright of a scene, you know,

suggesting a falseness in the image,

a darkness beneath the facade.

Exactly!

Wow, I'm so impressed you got all that.

Well, I minored in art history.

Yeah, well, I-- I gotta get going.

I minored in Phys. Ed, so, see you guys.

Bye, Billy.

You know, I didn't want to say anything while he was here, but...

I really came by

to make sure you were O.K. About the other night.

I mean, I...

I never intended to push you any faster than you wanted to go,

and if I did, I'm... I'm sorry.

It won't happen again.

Well, I appreciate that, Craig.

It means a lot to me.

By the way, I was serious about what I said.

I love this painting, it would look great in my office.

Yeah? It's yours, then.

Take it.

No, seriously, how much would you sell it to me for?

No, seriously, I wouldn't.

It's enough to know someone who understands it owns it.

Then at least allow me to toast the artist

with this fine bottle of wine.

I'll get a corkscrew.

Oh, hi!

Hey, Syd. How you doing?

Pretty good, listen, just so you know,

I'm working on that painting for you.

I should have it in a couple of days, at the very latest.

Great.

And I'll deliver it myself.

You know, it's that kind of personal touch

that makes doing business with you so fun.

I'm glad.

Good night. Good night.

Hello?

Excuse me, but I was reading that.

This is ridiculous.

The last thing I want is for you to sit here, feeling resentful.

Well, as you pointed out,

we don't always get what we want, now, do we, Kyle?

All right, all right.

Look, I've been trying to figure out

what part of this I'm responsible for,

and you were right about one thing.

I haven't been very trusting of you.

And maybe it's 'cause I don't trust myself.

I can't believe you're actually admitting to something.

When I had the affair...

I justified it to myself.

I came up with...

with excuses for making it O.K.

I was thinking that you were more like me than you are.

See, then I was right.

This is about yourfears.

Yeah, well, partly, but it's also about chemistry...

the dangerous kind that exists between certain people.

And you think that's what Peter and I have?

I'm not saying that you can't be attracted to him,

or anybody else for that Matter,

but to let that energy get too close, it creates doors,

and those doors open way too easily.

We almost broke up because I did that.

Let's learn from my mistake, not let it happen again.

Why do I love you so damn much?

Well, you know,

maybe because I'm very handsome.

You know, rugged.

Very good cook.

Uh-huh. Yeah.

Or maybe it's because...

you know I'm good for you.

You know you're good for me.

So, what do you want me to do?

(sighs)

Promise to stay away from him.

That's all I ask.

O.K.

I promise.

(doorbell ringing)

Hi.

Why'd it take you so long to answer the door?

I was taking a bath.

I probably need to get you a louder buzzer, then.

O.K., so here it is,

your new interest-earning checking account, plus ATM card.

I'll be making deposits twice a month

of whatever I can afford.

I also have a new credit card,

for those in between purchases, in the works,

and, of course, this.

A cellular phone?

So I can reach you at all times.

Look, I don't mean to sound ungrateful,

but this is getting to be way too much.

I mean, I feel like every aspect of my life

is being controlled by someone else.

You know what the problem here is,

you've never had anybody look after you before,

so it scares you, but it shouldn't,

because I care, Megan, and there's safety in that.

You know... sometimes you actually convince me

that it's possible to change my life.

Oh, it's not only possible,

it's a done deal.

Mmm.

Oh, my God!

What-- Kimberly, wait!

Wait-- will you calm down?

It's not as bad as it looks!

How could you do this?

Look, calm down, let me explain--

Keep your dirty hands off me.

I will never stop hating you for this, Michael-- never!

Kimberly, wait! Come--

That was your wife, I take it.

Yeah, good guess.

(car driving away)

(Arthur Field) Amanda, it's so nice to see you.

Thank you for accepting my invitation.

Would you like to sit down?

Would you like some coffee?

No, thank you.

So, chalk it up to curiosity,

but what happened?

Did Craig find out that you'd made him a tax shelter?

I like to think of it as a rather typical

child/parent rebellion.

You know, when my son learned of his so-called

controlling interest in D and D, he ran with it, Amanda.

It was like a kid in a candy store, really.

However, considering my remaining investment in D and D,

I want to see that he's sufficiently reined in.

And what does any of this have to do with me?

As long as D and D stays afloat,

I earn money and you earn a paycheck.

Let's face it, Craig is no you.

He's gonna need someone to catch him when he falls,

and I, I need to make sure the company saves face, Amanda.

And you...

well, you would, of course, be compensated accordingly.

Hmm.

Let me get this straight.

You're proposing that I trust and take money from

the same man who, until days ago,

was actively trying to oust me from my job.

It's a funny business, isn't it?

For the record, I'm completely offended by your offer.

But...

that doesn't mean I won't accept it.

I'll stay at D and D until Craig flops,

but only because I intend to take his place when he does.

I would expect nothing less, Amanda.

One more thing.

I'm not cheap.

Here, she just got into town, poor thing,

and she's had to cart me all over the place.

Well, it won't be long, Jane.

We just want to take a quick peek at her gall bladder,

and she'll be right back out.

It's all right, I'll just wait out here in the lobby.

Could you show Mrs. Andrews to the exam room?

Uh, doctor?

Can you tell me how serious the operation is?

Well, surgery never should be taken lightly.

But your mother's in good health,

and it's a simple procedure.

I wish there was something more I could do for her.

Well, your being here is all the difference, I'm sure.

You know, as I recall, your mother has

a fairly rare blood type.

Having a little extra around during a surgical procedure

is a good idea.

Is giving blood something you're interested in?

Absolutely.

Great. Uh, Marcia...

would you give Jane a hand?

She wants to donate some blood to her mother.

All right. Don't worry.

I'll take good care of her.

Thanks.

O.K., let's see what we've got here.

Ah, the doctor was right.

Your mom has type A/B negative.

Very rare.

Never had any idea what type I was.

I guess it's a good thing to know.

Father's "A" negative, and you are...

hmm.

Says "O" positive.

Must be a clerical error.

I'm going to check another file.

Why wouldn't our blood types match?

They should, I mean, if both your parents are "A"s,

I don't see why--

Excuse us. Jane...

The doctor told me what you were thinking of doing.

They're saying that my blood's different than yours.

How can that be?

I'm so sorry.

It was so complicated back then.

But we should have told you.

What, mom? What is it?

Honestly...

I meant to tell you.

Mom, what?

Jane...

we adopted you.

I'm so sorry to tell you like this.

O.K. What's all the mystery about?

Here.

I just got this in from my lawyers.

What is it?

It's a deed.

You're now officially half-owner of Shooters.

Half-owner?

I-- I thought you were kidding when you said that.

Why'd you do this?

Seemed like the perfect solution,

which makes you more than a waitress

and less than an ad exec.

Did I do something wrong?

Uh...

It-- it's not that I'm not... touched.

But you don't really think you can

make this kind of career decision for me, do you?

You've always told me how happy you are here,

that you're a hell of a lot happier here

than you ever were at D and D.

I am happier... for now.

But I never said forever.

Oh...

Well... what am I supposed to do with this joint deed?

I'll just throw it away.

I'll get my lawyer to reverse it, I just figured--

No.

I-- I just need some time to think about it.

Don't bother, it's, uh...

You don't want to be a bar owner.

That would be a waste of that college degree.

What are you doing here?

I knew you were worried about the surgery,

and I just wanted to be here to say, "I told you so"

when it was over.

Oh... you know, you say the sweetest things to me.

So, how did it go?

Perfect, just like you said.

As easy as getting back on a horse,

and it felt very good.

So do you.

Surely, you're not thinking that right here and now...

I was thinking...

Dr. Burns, we've been trying to locate you.

Didn't you hear the page?

No, for what?

Your patient, the young woman?

She flat-lined 10 minutes after surgery.

She died?

I'm sorry.

Peter.

She's dead.

Come in.

To tell you the truth, I was expecting fireworks,

or at least my luggage at the front door.

I'm not interested in packing for you, Michael.

You can get your things when I'm not here.

Don't you think we should, um...

I don't know, talk about this

before you make any rash decisions?

Like the decision you made to sleep with

the first tramp who crossed your path,

even though we were still trying to work out our problems.

Anyway, it's done.

And ultimately, you did me a favor.

O.K., you're upset, I understand that,

but you're not making any sense.

I told my therapist about your affair,

and we agreed that I don't have to protect your feelings anymore.

Protect my feelings, about what?

I'm only frigid with you, Michael.

Oh, come on, I don't buy that!

You're lashing out because I betrayed you,

and I'm sorry I did that.

But you can't say you don't love me.

Not when you know I still love you,

because I do.

It doesn't Matter anymore, Michael,

because I don't want you in my life.

You're lying.

I want you to look me in the eye

and tell me you don't love me.

Come on!

Look me in the eyes and tell me.

Not only do I not love you,

I haven't liked you in a very long time.

I don't believe you.

No way! I don't believe this!

Because it's the most honest thing I've said in months.

Well, then you're right!

I did the right thing by having an affair!

You hear me?

That was the right thing!

When you were a little girl,

you'd always come out here if something upset you.

This is still your home, Jane.

Is it?

Yes.

And we're still your parents.

We raised you,

loved you as our own.

Because you couldn't have children?

That's what we thought at first.

Isn't Sydney adopted, too?

No.

Which is one of the reasons we didn't tell you.

We didn't want you to feel different from your sister.

It's just lie on top of lie, isn't it?

What about my biological parents?

We don't know much about your background,

except your mother was alone.

Everything else was sealed away in your orphanage files.

But we've talked about it,

and if you want to pursue finding her,

you should.

It's a lot to think about.

I'd like to be alone to do it.

(Megan) Isn't it a little risky asking me here?

(Kimberly) Now that Michael's moved out, not at all.

In fact, things are progressing so nicely,

we're ready for phase two,

which is why I called you,

so we could go over my finances.

Why would I need to know about your finances?

For your peace of mind.

Now, I've made out a will leaving everything to Michael,

so when you marry him it'll be yours to share.

Wait a minute, this is crazy.

You never said anything about marrying Michael.

But you said you loved him.

I do, but I don't want a marriage based on a lie.

What difference does it make,

as long as the outcome is good?

The difference is I will never know

how he really feels about me.

This could all be a house of cards

once he finds out that you paid me.

But he's never gonna know,

because neither one of us is ever gonna tell him.

But I can't live with the lies forever, O.K.?

I can barely live with it now.

I have to tell him.

I have to.

Look, it's the only way I'll ever know.

No, no, you can't, you'll ruin everything.

No, I'm sorry.

Megan! Megan!

Uh, what the hell is going on?

The man wastes no time.

Hi.

Actually, it looks worse than it is,

but no need for concern.

You mean, despite the fact

that you're putting your knickknacks on my desk.

(Craig) Only because, unlike my father,

I plan on being more hands on.

And since this is the only executive office on the floor,

I had all your things boxed

and put in one of those window offices out in the front.

Strictly geographic.

Um, excuse me, a little bit to the left, please.

Don't you think you could have at least

just run this by Amanda first, out of common courtesy?

Uh, no, Billy, really, it's fine.

What's that old saying,

"you've got to get along to go along"?

Exactly.

Uh, nice painting.

Yeah? My girlfriend gave it to me.

Your girlfriend?

(Craig) Yeah.

Well, I better go get settled.

Enjoy the space.

(door shuts loudly)

It's a hell of a lot easier to decorate an office

than to run a company.

(Billy) His girlfriend?

Michael.

Whoa, slow down, where's the fire?

Listen, I need to tell you something.

Yeah, you need to tell me why you're out of breath.

Just listen to me.

This whole thing has gotten way out of control.

I just want to come clean, I want to tell you the truth.

Kimberly, what the hell are you doing here?

I'm sorry, the door was open and I heard voices.

I wouldn't have disturbed you, but this is important.

No, wait.

Michael, I want a divorce.

You do?

Yes, and I want one quickly.

You're moving fast these days, Kimberly, incredibly fast.

Yes, I know, I have to.

Michael, we're bad for each other,

and deep down we both know it.

And now that you've found somebody else,

let's just let go.

Let's just break the cycle once and for all.

You did love me, give me that much.

More than life.

But that love got warped, Michael,

with everything we went through and all the chaos we created.

Yeah.

I guess it did.

We tried hard.

But it didn't work.

If you have any feelings left for me at all,

don't contest this divorce... please.

All right, I won't.

Thank you.

Chase after her.

That's what you want, isn't it?

You always told me you loved your wife.

Won't you always love her more than you could ever love me?

Stop it.

Listen to me.

You know, O.K., I kept my distance because of her, yes.

But I've got to believe that things happen for a reason.

And the... and the way you showed up in my life,

when you did, at the beach, like a vision,

you know, that's the stuff fate's made of.

So, if Kimberly doesn't want me anymore,

well, then, that just leaves me free

to love you.

Hi.

O.K. if I sit here?

Well, I don't know, is it?

Drinking in the dark.

Any particular reason?

Do you really want to know?

Well, I wouldn't have asked if I didn't.

I lost a patient yesterday,

young woman.

One of those...

twists of fate,

and the hospital said it wasn't my fault.

Oh, I'm sorry, Peter.

The way it all happened,

it kind of reminded me of your sister.

Everything was fine at first.

In Beth's case, the cancer was in remission,

and she was going to make it.

And then, for no reason,

it went in the other direction,

you know?

No real reason.

And no one saw it coming.

That doesn't mean that I shouldn't have.

Is Amanda home?

No.

She had to work late.

I bet you haven't eaten yet.

Why don't I make you a quick sandwich?

I'm really not hungry.

Oh, I'm not gonna sit here

and let you have beer for dinner.

Come with me.

I'm really not hungry.

Come on, I mean it, come on.

I make a mean sandwich.

I'm not stupid, you know.

I know what you're doing.

You're trying to make me feel better.

Oh, am I that transparent?

Well, actually, yes, I saw through it pretty quickly.

Actually, yes, I can see through everything that you're doing.

Could you help me with the-- thank you.

(Dan) Thanks for coming with me.

Are you kidding?

Thanks for the tie.

I still can't believe you bought one for me.

Well, every man should own his own.

Listen, you mind if we stay at my place tonight?

It's closer to school, I've got rounds at 8:00 a.m.

Well, if it's at 8:00,

why would leaving from my house be a problem?

Well, it wouldn't.

It's just more convenient for me, you know.

My place might be a little further,

but I think it's a lot more comfortable.

Don't you think?

Well, yeah, it's roomier, it's nicer.

It's uh...

All right, it's comparatively luxurious.

No argument, then.

My place it is.

Hi.

When did you get home?

A while ago.

You left our laundry outside.

Oh, right.

Must have forgotten it when I went to the store.

I saw you go into his apartment, Taylor.

Don't bother lying.

Your arms were all over him.

Look, he lost a patient and he was upset

and I was just comforting him, that is all.

It was a friendly gesture, for God's sakes!

You said you would stay away from him.

Do you remember that?

Well, so what?

So I made an exception.

He needed a friend to talk to,

and I wasn't about to ignore that

just because you were feeling insecure.

I told you how I felt.

I told you point blank

what I wanted, what I needed!

Would you stop yelling?

Don't you get it?

It all boils down to if your promises

don't mean anything, why the hell should mine?

(Peter) I'm still trying to find him.

Give me a half an hour.

Damn it.

Punishing the phone so early in the morning?

What's the occasion?

I have surgery scheduled and I want Michael to cover for me,

but I can't find the idiot-- he's missing in action.

Peter, if this is about you're not wanting to do surgery,

trust me, you'll be fine.

That's what you said the last time,

and now a girl's dead.

What's that supposed to mean,

somehow it's my fault?

I didn't say that.

You know something, Peter, you need to get through this,

and not take it out on me in the process.

Good morning.

To some, maybe.

Guess she's having a bad day.

Yeah, she's having a lot of those lately.

You're up and out early.

Sketching. Early morning casts the best light.

Yeah? I was in Craig's office the other day.

I saw your painting.

Yeah?

He said you gave it to him.

I did. How'd it look?

Fine.

He also said that you were his girlfriend.

Really? He said that?

So, would that be true?

I don't know if I'm his girlfriend or not,

but I'm pretty sure that it's none of your business.

I'm gonna go inside.

Sam, maybe I forgot the other night

to say that I liked your painting.

I may not understand it, but I like it.

Thanks.

(machine beeping)

(Matt) Hey, how are you?

(Peter) Oh, Matt, Matt, right?

Yeah, I just started my surgical rotation.

It's gonna be a pleasure to observe you.

I've heard that you're one of the best.

Oh, thanks.

We're ready for you, doctor.

Let's get to it.

Doctor?

Peter, are you O.K.?

Excuse me.

(Jane) I appreciate you doing this after hours.

I spent the whole day tracking this place down.

I'll only be in town briefly.

I'm glad to do it.

It makes me feel better after all those years

before the laws changed

and we couldn't help people like you.

Oh, here we are.

Infant, female, Larson.

Infant Larson? Wasn't I given a first name?

Uh, it doesn't appear so.

You were born in Cook County Hospital,

March 24th, 1969.

Your father is unknown.

Your mother is Sherry.

Sherry Larson?

Do you have an address for her?

Yes, but obviously it's quite old.

No-- it appears your mother lived in Los Angeles

at 4424 21st street.

That's crazy. I live in L.A. now.

But you realize that she may have long since moved?

Yes, but wouldn't it be amazing

if she still lived there?

Jane, the urge to explore your heritage

is a very powerful one.

Just don't let it outweigh the love of your adoptive parents.

Oh, no. No, of course not.

Oh, here we are.

Thank you, sister, thank you for everything.

(knocking on door)

Hey.

A little late for a social call, isn't it?

Actually, I'm here on business.

I have your Kirov.

Let me help you with this.

Watch your fingers.

It's fresh off the easel.

Yeah, I see that.

Why don't we try this over here?

Mmmm.

So, all by your lonesome again tonight?

Yeah.

Alone and here for the night.

Really?

Trouble at home?

If you consider not wanting to sleep in the same bed

with your wife trouble, yeah, I guess so.

You know, I don't want to talk about anything,

except art.

O.K.

Why don't we see how this puppy looks...

right over here?

All right, allow me, here.

O.K.

Now, we have to stand 10 feet back...

to get the full effect.

It's the best distance from which to view a painting.

A little art dealer tip.

Don't tell me you hate it.

I don't hate it.

And me?