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So... this is it.

My apartment's right over there, number five.

It's nice... very nice.

Let's go inside... I'll give you the grand tour.

Syd... Syd, wait.

I want you to meet somebody.

No, let me guess.

You must be Jane's long-lost real mother.

Syd, don't.

Oh, I guess the politically correct term

is biological mother.

Well, whatever you are, it's too little, too late.

You know, Jane already has a mother, and a father,

and a sister, and we're not going away

just because you showed up.

Well, that isn't what I want...

We don't have to listen to this.

Oh... all of a sudden, you're a "we"?

Give me a break, Jane... You've known this woman

for all of 10 minutes.

I am your family... hello?

Remember me?

I have feelings too, you know.

Sorry about all that.

She doesn't mean half the things she says.

Well, it's gotta be difficult for her,

having a new person thrust into her life.

It's a lot to deal with.

Yeah, she'll be fine.

She always is.

Come on, let's sit down.

I have so much to ask you.

Are these... your parents?

Uh, yeah.

♪ ♪

They look like nice people.

They are.

But right now, I just want to get to know you, mom.

It's all right if I call you that, isn't it?

Well, sure, if you'd like.

Good.

So, tell me... Where are you from?

And do you have any other family?

And... and what about my father?

I'm sorry.

Why don't we just start with

what happened... with me.

Ah, maybe I will sit down.

You already know I was an actress.

Your father was a stuntman.

I met him on a movie set,

and we hadn't been seeing each other very long

when I got pregnant with you.

We were going to be married, but...

But what? He ran out on you?

He got cold feet?

He died.

It was an accident on the set.

Oh, my God.

I was so young and just...

starting out my career.

I didn't really have any family.

So that's why you gave me up for adoption.

I didn't want to.

I even went to his family in Chicago

and asked them for help, but they wouldn't.

Jane, no matter what you think of me,

I want you to know that I never forgot you.

You've kept it all these years?

Since you left my arms.

Stay with me.

What? Just for the holidays.

I mean, wouldn't it be great?

We could make up for all the lost time.

Oh, honey, I don't know.

Mom, we've missed so many Christmases.

Let's not miss this one too.

Please?

All right.

Just for the holidays.

♪ ♪

♪ ♪

♪ Dashing through the snow ♪

♪ In a one-horse open sleigh ♪

♪ Over the fields, we go ♪

♪ Laughing all the way ♪

♪ Bells on bobtails ring ♪

♪ Making spirits bright ♪

♪ What fun it is to laugh and sing ♪

♪ A sleighing song tonight ♪

♪ Oh, jingle bells, jingle bells ♪

♪ Jingle all the way ♪

♪ Oh, what fun it is to ride ♪

♪ In a one-horse open sleigh, hey ♪

♪ Jingle bells, jingle bells ♪

♪ Jingle all the way ♪

♪ Oh, what fun it is to ride ♪

♪ In a one-horse open sleigh ♪

♪ ♪

If you can tear yourself away from the golf course

this afternoon, I made an appointment for you.

Oh! So, you're my secretary too?

What kind of appointment?

With a therapist.

You're setting me up with a shrink?

Peter, you're gambling, playing hooky at work,

and now, you have this fear-of-surgery thing happening?

Your point?

I'm trying to help you, okay?

This is my way of providing it.

Well, I don't remember asking for it.

You don't have to.

Look what you're doing to yourself.

Wait a minute... hey.

So I... I like to gamble, and I like to play golf.

You know, a lot of men do those things.

We have problems here.

Why am I the one who has to go into therapy?

Because I am not the one who winds up

on the 19th hole every day

sucking down vodka martinis by the gallon.

So now, I'm an alcoholic too?

I am not trying to antagonize you.

I just wanna stop the fighting before it gets any worse.

Okay, c... come here.

Look, I don't want to fight either, all right?

So if it will make you feel better,

I'll... I'll go see this shrink of yours.

I'll leave the information in the kitchen.

Okay.

Thanks, Peter.

Therapy.

Perfect.

No matter how crazy my life gets,

I now know I can die a happy man.

You know what would make me really happy?

The two of us back at my place.

Mm... what's wrong with being here?

Oh, it's noisy, people coming and going at all hours.

I'm gonna half-expect somebody to walk in on us

like Matt, or one of your ex-wives

who live in the building.

Hey, whoa, who told you about them?

No one... it's just every other name

on the mailbox happens to be "Mancini".

Anyway, you have to admit...

I mean, my place is more private.

No, stop it, Megan, you're nagging.

Those ex-wives, they nagged too.

Is that some kind of threat?

No, it's just... Well, you know, my life

has just turned upside down,

and... well, I've been there before.

So if you push me too hard or...

Or don't give me space, I'll get crazy.

Hey, Michael, you home?

I'm trying, all right?

Believe me, the last thing I want to do is nag.

Uh, in the bedroom, Matt.

Love your place.

Thanks.

Sorry.

I just need to get some clothes.

Was that... Yeah, Megan, New girlfriend.

Go, Speed Racer.

Whoa... guess you've been doing

some serious shopping lately there, Matt.

Well, they're gifts, actually, from Dan.

Oh.

What, you got some sort of opinion about that?

Oh, no, no, no, it's just that...

Well, I don't know how it works with your kind,

but if I bought a woman a closet full of clothes,

it's because I'm interested in seeing her naked.

You know, you have a really warped view of the world.

If you want to be somebody's sex slave,

that's your business.

Now, if you'll excuse me, I have someone

waiting for me in the shower.

♪ ♪

Samantha, I figured it would be

at least a week before you came to your senses.

Key to your loft.

Aren't you being overly sensitive here?

I mean, so what if I put the moves on you?

What are you, a nun or something?

You really expected me to sleep with you...

For a loft, didn't you?

I expected us to have sex, yes.

That's what people do when they date.

I want that back.

Well, you can't have that back.

What do you mean I can't have it?

I painted it... it's mine.

You gave it to me... I like it.

No, you don't.

It's a painting of where I live,

about how I feel about where I live.

You don't care about any of that.

Please, just... Just give it back.

No can do, sweetheart.

Gotta have something to remember you by.

Thank you.

♪ ♪

Hey, Samantha.

What are you doing here? Are you okay?

Oh, yeah, I'm okay.

I just gave the keys to the loft back to Craig.

Oh.

Did he say something to upset you?

No, no, it's not what he said.

It's what he's doing.

He's keeping my courtyard painting out of spite,

and he's keeping it on his wall

like some kind of trophy or something,

so this is a mess.

This is an impossible mess.

Excuse me... coming through.

Thank you.

Hey, how's it going?

Everybody's too damned happy,

and I can't take drink orders fast enough.

I hate this time of year.

Can't we get another waitress in here?

How about we do this instead?

Hey, everybody, listen up!

In keeping with the holiday spirit,

next drink is on the house.

Merry Christmas!

♪ ♪

Hey, where is all this coming from?

I'm sorry.

I don't mean to be screwy.

It's just... Just that Christmas

was never much fun around my house.

And for once, I'd like to just skip it,

leave town, and hide out till it's over.

I was gonna save these till the 25th.

But what the Hell? We could probably change the reservation.

Park City?

I haven't been skiing for a while,

but I think it's probably a pretty good place to hide out.

Oh.

Jake Hanson, this is the best Christmas present

you could have given me.

Campbell, I'm putting you in charge

of moving this entire agency to the 21st century.

No paper... e-mail only.

It's your job to make sure that every employee complies.

Hey, Craig, hold up a second.

Didn't I just give you a hell of a lot of work to do?

This isn't about work... It's about Samantha.

You have her painting... I think you should give it back to her.

Oh, I get it.

You're no longer Billy Campbell, failed advertising exec.

Now, you're Billy Campbell, knight in shining armor.

Okay, I'll buy it from you then.

Save your money, pal.

If she didn't put out for a loft,

she's not gonna put out for a painting.

You're such a pig,

but I guess you knew that.

How do you feel about stopping on the way

and getting a Christmas tree?

We can decorate it, drink hot chocolate,

hang stockings, just like when I was little.

I mean, you know, with my other family.

Whoops.

I didn't know you had company.

Sherry, are we still on for dinner?

Oh, Ed, I am so sorry.

I totally forgot.

I'm going away for the holidays.

Going away?

Well, when did you decide this?

It was Jane's idea.

Jane is my niece.

♪ ♪

Well, then...

nice to meet you, Jane.

I'm Ed, Sherry's neighbor.

Hi.

There's one hell of a family resemblance.

You two could be sisters.

Can I help you with your luggage?

No, no, that's all right, Ed.

I'll call you later.

Okay, then.

Merry Christmas... to both of you.

You too.

Ed's an old friend.

He's... helped me through a lot of tough times.

Why did you tell him I was your niece?

I don't know.

My own vanity, I suppose.

Look at you... You're a grown woman.

There's a part of me that just doesn't

feel old enough to have had you.

I'm sorry.

Hm.

It's funny... I want to tell the whole world

that you're my mother,

but you seem ashamed.

Oh, no.

I'm very, very proud of you... It's me.

I just... I'm not very good at dealing with the past.

I'll get better.

Let's get a drink.

Okay.

So this therapist was trying to be serious,

and there I am, you know, cracking jokes.

But before I know it, you know, we were... we were talking,

you know, really talking.

So I thought it might be nice if we were all there

and we had a talk.

So I made an appointment for you tomorrow night.

Oh, sorry, tomorrow's out of the question.

Maybe we can schedule something for when I get back.

Where are you going?

Santa Barbara to meet with a new client.

I told you this already.

No, Amanda, you see, I would...

I would remember a little detail like my wife leaving town.

Whoa, whoa.

What, has your chariot arrived?

Please, allow me.

Oh, perfect.

You got Junior as your escort, huh? Peter, please.

For your information, I'm her boss.

I'm having a conversation with my wife, if you don't mind.

Well, your wife has a job,

unlike you from what I hear.

Craig.

Why don't you wait for me in the car?

Pleasure.

♪ ♪

So let me get this straight, huh?

I get sent to a shrink, while you tell

our most intimate problems to that little weasel?

This can't be about jealousy

because if you think there's anything going on

between Craig and me, you're wasting your time.

Well, everything I do lately is a waste of time

as far as you're concerned.

Don't put words in my mouth.

And don't let the door hit you on the way out.

What the hell are you doing here?

I'm going over the menu for the Nature Trust charity auction.

We're... we're catering it. Didn't Kyle tell you?

Kyle!

Taylor.

Uh...

I didn't think that you were coming in this morning.

"A", what is she doing here,

and "B", what the hell is she talking about?

Kyle, what do you think of fried wontons?

You know, you haven't exactly been

a fixture around here lately,

so I haven't had a chance to tell you,

but Sydney got us this big charity auction gig.

Oh, I'm sure it was out of the goodness of her heart.

Well, you know what? The word "charity" to me

means how much is it gonna cost us?

Can't put a price tag on this kind of publicity.

Look... trust me.

We are gonna get a lot of goodwill out of this, okay?

Oh, well, you know what? You just count me out.

This one's your baby.

Suit yourself.

I'll be in the kitchen.

♪ ♪

Tell me something.

Of all these paintings you talked

my husband into buying, which one's your favorite?

Oh.

Um...

Well, the one of Marilyn Monroe's house,

you know, with the dog on the yard.

It's kinda grown on me.

Reminds me of that Elton John song.

Oh.

Well, this event, it's a charity auction, right?

Yeah.

Well, allow me to make a donation.

Get this piece of crap outta here.

♪ ♪

Hi. Hi.

Thanks for meeting me... I didn't want to do this over the phone.

It sounded important.

Um... yeah.

I found a solution to Michael's money problems,

which, as we both know, will soon be your problems as well.

I don't have much in the way of cash or holdings,

and I can't get life insurance due to my illness,

but I was able to get accidental death insurance,

a... a rather hefty sum, in fact.

And, of course, Michael will be named sole beneficiary.

I don't understand... Accidental death?

It means dying in an accident,

which is exactly how I'm gonna make it look.

I'm gonna kill myself, Megan.

Oh, my G... Kimberly, no.

I mean, what difference does it make?

I'm dying anyway... Who cares how or when?

But to plan the whole thing?

Kimberly, come on. I care about you.

I can't just sit back calmly

and watch you do something like that.

This is...

Megan, you've kept this many secrets.

What's one more?

It's blood money, Kimberly, your blood.

My blood, and my husband, and my home,

and you're gonna have it all.

Stop making out like it's something horrible.

I'm making this choice.

This is the way I want it.

Then why tell me about it?

Why not just do it?

I guess some day, if you thought it was right...

you could tell Michael, and he'd know

just how much I loved him.

Listen, I... I don't want to hear any more details

because I won't... I won't be able to keep quiet.

Just... you know, just keep me out of this.

♪ ♪

Whatever it is, I don't have time for it.

Well, you're gonna make time... Where is it?

If you're talking about your apartment,

it's downstairs.

Oh, well, Sydney, don't play games.

I just stepped into Kyle's,

and my Marilyn Monroe painting is gone.

Now, that is my painting,

so if it changes hands or it moves,

I need to be notified.

For God sakes, it's just colors on a canvas.

It's not the family dog.

Sydney, what did you do with it?

I didn't do anything.

As it happens, the restaurant is donating it

to the Nature's Trust charity auction.

Kyle cannot just donate my painting!

He can if he owns it.

You sold it to him?

I thought it was on consignment.

When did this happen?

How come I haven't seen a dime?

I guess you don't know as much

about art as you thought you did.

I sold it to him on a payment plan.

Unfortunately, his payments don't start until next year.

Oh... you're... you're evil.

I'm not gonna let you get away with this.

I'm gonna go to the auction, I'm gonna buy it back.

Well, good luck... It'll cost $500

just to get in the door, and the last I checked,

you don't even clear that in a week.

Evil.

Man!

Brr!

Oh, what a day, huh?

Fantastic skiing.

The fire's all stoked up for us in our cabin.

Can it get any better than this?

I guess not,

except not the part about the airlines losing our luggage.

It's not lost, it's in Tucson.

We'll have it tomorrow.

Yeah, or not.

Hey.

What's up with you?

I don't know.

Everybody's so damn cheery...

bustling around, connecting with their families.

It all seems so forced.

Yeah, well, I'm sure some of it is,

but I thought we were having fun.

We were.

Gradually, I just keep remembering

the picture-perfect Christmases I had growing up.

Beneath the picture, it was all just a big lie.

It's horrible.

Couldn't even look at my father, it made me sick.

♪ ♪

You know what it was like in my family?

My mother would go out to get the Christmas turkey.

She'd come back with an empty bottle of gin.

She was drunk in half my memories of her.

But you know, that's her...

and that's history.

What's that line about those who forget history

are condemned to repeat it?

We're never gonna be them.

We need to start making our own traditions.

We're a family now.

Mm.

I guess I don't know where to begin.

Why don't we start right here?

Every Christmas, we'll fly to Park City.

We'll lose our luggage, and we'll go out

and buy a whole bunch of new clothes.

I love you, Jake.

♪ ♪

No, no, no, of course.

I was just saying that if your caseload

gets to be too heavy, my partner and I

would be happy to take any type of referral.

Well, great.

Well, thank you very much... It was nice talking to you too.

♪ ♪

What are you doing here?

I told you what I did for you,

and you haven't said a word to me since.

I saved your life, Peter.

Well, I'll make sure to get that thank-you card

right in the mail.

Now, if you'll excuse me.

Look, I understand why you're angry with me.

I should have told you everything to begin with.

But we are family, Peter.

No, we're not.

I was married to your sister.

And now, she's dead.

We wouldn't even be having this conversation

if it wasn't for some stupid schoolgirl crush

you had on me 10 years ago.

A crush? That's what you think this is?

I love you.

I have from the first moment I laid eyes on you.

You don't get it.

I have a woman in my life...

Amanda... and she loves me.

And thanks to you, she doesn't trust me.

That's because she's a very smart woman,

and she sees the connection between us.

No, it's because she senses a secret,

a secret I should have told her the minute I found out.

You don't know that. I do.

Taylor, I don't want you as a friend.

I don't even want you as a neighbor.

I just want you to leave me the hell alone.

I've been there for you.

I changed that diary, and I put it

where somebody would find it.

You did that... I never asked.

I put my marriage on the line for you,

and all you can do is hurt me?

You said it yourself, Taylor.

You've got a husband... Now, go home to him.

At least he wants you.

♪ ♪

Hello? What's the matter?

The matter?

I'll tell you the matter.

I hung up a sweater to dry in the laundry room.

And now, it's gone.

What kind of people live in this place?

They take my clothes, they take my paintings...

Excuse me, Craig doesn't live in this building.

I an not even talking about Craig.

I'm talking about Sydney.

Sydney took one? Six!

All painted under the name "Kirov," mind you,

to enhance their value.

Their valued to Sydney since she sold them

to Kyle's Restaurant, but did I see a penny?

No, I did not, not for a year

like some kind of big-screen TV.

So what does Kyle do?

He donates the best one

to a charity auction for The Nature Trust.

Slow down, wait a second, just tell me...

Tell me how this whole thing got out of control.

I don't know!

I thought the Kirov thing would...

Would jumpstart my career or something.

These paintings, they're... They're, like, a piece of me.

Do you know what I mean?

I mean, like, I ca...

I can't just disconnect myself from them.

Does this sound totally weird

to someone who's not an artist,

or just totally self-indulgent?

No, it sounds like it's very important

for your paintings to get a good home.

Exactly!

And at an auction, who knows where they're gonna end up?

Well, you could go see. I can't go see.

It's $500 a ticket.

I can't... I can't afford that kind of money.

DD could buy a couple of tickets.

Just put it under client relations.

But I'm not a client.

Yeah, well, Craig's got the whole agency on e-mail,

so maybe I could, you know, sneak in...

Write a memo on his computer,

buy a couple of tickets.

That's the least he could do for you.

♪ ♪

Sydney, this is slowly turning into a disaster.

Where are the waiters?

Well, they're supposed to be...

I'm sorry, I thought they knew

what they were supposed to be doing.

I'll fix it. Now, hm?

Dan.

Dan, look at this.

It's the original Maltese Falcon.

We were just watching this movie again last week.

Oh, my God, huh?

Ho, ho.

Let's get it. Yeah, right.

That thing's gonna go for thousands of dollars.

I'm serious.

Well, I wanna buy it for you.

I can afford it.

No... no, no, no, no, no.

I... I wouldn't even know what to do with something like that.

And besides, you know, we don't even know if it's real.

Sometimes, these things are stolen.

Come on, you loved the movie.

We'll put it in a glass case.

We'll put it on the mantle.

It's a done deal.

The falcon is yours.

No... thanks, really, no.

Come on, what are you talking about?

You want it... I can see it in your eyes.

You know, Dan, you're not listening to me.

I said no.

I mean no.

Well, take it easy, all right?

You don't have to get all worked up about it.

No, Dan... you know, Dan, I'm not someone

you can just buy extravagant gifts for, all right?

I'm not an accessory for you to dress up.

I have my own opinions, I make my own decisions.

No.

When you decide to get down off that high horse of yours,

then maybe we can have a conversation.

This conversation is over.

Hey... wait a second.

Let me... let me tell you something...

What's going on here?

Hey! Guys! Come here.

All right, I want you three to stay here at the buffet table.

I want you to go to the dessert table.

Let's have you two take drink orders in the crowd,

you direct people to their seats, and you bus tables.

Now, go.

Thank you.

Oh, I'm sorry, baby.

I should have been here for you.

This is where I belong.

Mm.

I just temporarily forgot we were a team.

Hey, we are a great... team, okay?

Uh, ladies and gentlemen,

may I have your attention, please?

We're ready to start the bidding.

And now, we have this lovely acrylic painting,

an original work by... Samuel Kirov.

This item was donated by our caterer this evening,

Kyle's Restaurant.

I don't even want to know how you two got in here.

You're bidding?

Only to make sure that the painting

goes for a really high price.

It would be the best thing to happen to Kyle

and his restaurant, and what's good for him

is good for me.

What about what's good for the artist?

How come I got lost in all this? Shh.

Let's start the bidding at $2,000.

I have $2,000... Am I bid 3,000?

$3,000, very good... Am I bid 4,000?

$4,000 over here.

Do I hear five?

What are you doing?

Driving the price up, Einstein.

$5,000, the bid.

Do I hear six?

$6,000.

Do I hear 7,000?

Sydney.

Once? Twice?

Sold to the generous redhead for $7,000.

Next item up for bid is perfect for...

So my father, the stuntman,

you never mentioned his name.

Tom...

Stevenson.

From Chicago?

Have you kept up with his family?

No, not really.

'Cause I just thought that... That if you had,

then... then maybe...

I'm sorry.

It's a lie, Jane.

I was protecting myself, what I did.

The stuntman?

I made him up

because I thought it would be easier

than telling you the truth.

The truth is...

your father was a B-movie producer

I slept with to get a part.

That's how desperate I was.

You don't have to... Jane.

If I can't give you anything else,

I can at least give you the truth.

You trust me.

You deserve the truth.

When I was 18,

I won a beauty contest.

First prize, a trip to Hollywood and a screen test.

So I came and got a little apartment,

a few bit parts.

And that was it.

I wrote home lying about everything.

I couldn't bear to admit to them

that I wasn't doing well.

They'd pinned all their hopes on me.

And when you get desperate, you do...

really stupid things.

Anyway, after I was pregnant,

I went home to have you, to raise you...

but all I got was how disappointed

everyone was in me,

how I'd let them all down.

So I called the sisters, and I put you up for adoption,

and I came here...

to try again.

But it was different the second time.

I lost something.

Ah... desire, I guess.

By that time, all I could do

to make a living was to be a secretary.

It wasn't that bad... I didn't mind it.

I still don't.

And I'd send home money every week to my sister.

It helped her with her life...

and me, with my guilt.

♪ ♪

I was just so scared you'd hate me.

You're my mother.

It doesn't matter how it happened,

or... even why.

I still love you no matter what.

Really?

Yes.

I thought while we were waiting for Mr. Colter,

we could go over some ideas for the print campaign.

Now, this is a product I can get behind.

I'll be wearing it when he comes,

and you just sit there and say nothing.

Let's get something straight here, okay?

I'm running the company, and I'm running the show here.

So you want to wear the necklace?

Come on, give me a hand.

Excuse me, sir.

Do you have a reservation?

Uh, no, actually.

It is, as they say... you.

Well!

This is a romantic little scene.

It was before you showed up. I'm not talking to you, pal.

As far as I'm concerned, you don't exist.

Peter, sit down, and lower your voice.

You're making a fool out of yourself.

No, you're making a fool of me!

I come all the way up here to tell you

something very important to me... to us!

And I find you getting showered with jewels

by Wonder Boy here.

We are meeting a client who happens to be a jeweler.

Craig is not giving me anything, believe me.

Well, I don't know what to believe!

You send me to a shrink while you just

hightail it up to Santa Barbara

and play footsies with this little twit?

Excuse me, sir, I'm going to have to ask you to leave.

If you haven't noticed, Amanda, I'm in a bit of a slump,

or did you forget that part of the vows?

You know, "For richer, or for poorer".

Or maybe, you just skipped the vows completely.

Why don't you leave her alone?

You're embarrassing everyone,

and our client's gonna be here any minute.

Oh.

I see why you like him so much.

I mean, he's so... He's so young.

You can mold him just like putty, huh?

You say "speak", and he barks.

You are acting like a real child.

Now, pull yourself together, and go.

We'll deal with this at home.

Well, I'd love to, baby, but you're never there.

Get out of here, Peter.

And stop making such a scene.

Oh, come on, Amanda.

I mean, this really isn't a scene yet!

Here... now, it's a scene.

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Yes?

Hi.

Remember me?

You're from... From the auction.

The name's Sydney Andrews.

We were rivals on the bidding for this painting.

It took me all day to get your name and address.

The nature folks finally forked it over.

Wow! Check out that tree.

What did you do, steal it from the Rockefeller Plaza?

It was flown in from Wisconsin.

Oh.

This way to Mr. Gallavan.

Mr. Who-van?

Wait... whoa, hang on.

Wait, hang on.

He scores!

The crowd goes wild!

You're the best, man!

No one can beat you.

The painting.

Walter, I accused you of screwing this up.

My apologies.

I wish I could take the credit.

Sir, this is...

I'm sorry, your name again?

Oh, um, Sydney Andrews.

And you're that virtual reality guy

I saw on Barbara Walters.

You're supposed to be the next Bill Gates.

Carter Gallavan.

See, that is the last interview I ever give.

They made me look like such a total geek,

don't you think?

So, Miss Andrews, are you, uh...

Are you having second thoughts about that painting,

or are you just looking to cash in?

Uh... a little of both, actually.

Okay... well, I won't lie to you.

I am a major Marilyn Monroe freak.

I saw that painting in the auction catalog

with the explanation that that house depicted in it

was Marilyn's, so I sent Walter to buy it.

And he decided that 7,000 was too much

to spend for an unknown.

Uh, I'll tell you what, uh, Mr. Gallavan.

Seeing as it is Christmas and all,

I'll let you have the painting for $6,000,

Walter's last bid.

Mm, I'll give you 7,000.

Well, that was what...

All right, 7,500 then.

Well, no, you don't understand.

See, I...

This guy can't miss!

Fantastic! Totally cool!

I'll give you $8,000 for it, okay?

If...

you can put this puck into that net.

There you go, perfect.

All right.

All right, hold on.

Let her rip.

Awesome, dude!

You're a real winner!

Way to go, buddy.

I gotta make this thing more gender-neutral.

Still, that was a great shot.

Walter, write this lady a check.

I just... I love this painting.

Hello... come on in.

You like champagne, right?

Of course you do... Everybody likes champagne.

Yeah... usually, don't you have to have something to celebrate?

Exactly.

It's right over there on the couch... you can't miss it.

Oh, my God.

Ah! It's the painting I gave Craig!

You didn't steal it, did you?

Of course not.

I went back to the e-mail concept.

See, all artwork at DD has to be

okay'd by the design committee.

So I took it upon myself with a few keystrokes

to make sure that they really didn't like your painting.

So, at their request, maintenance replaced it

with another one, turning it over to me

to make sure I could give it back to you.

How about that?

So how about a toast to your painting

finding its way back home?

You are always surprising me, Billy.

Mm.

Yeah, well, you have interesting problems.

Really?

Is that why you keep rescuing me?

Yeah, that's one of the reasons.

And the other reasons?

Well, we kind of always end up

on the same side of things, you know?

How come you think that is?

'Cause we're a good fit.

See? We kinda fit like this.

Amanda!

Amanda, open the door!

Amanda!

Amanda, I swear, if you changed these locks...

Amanda, open up!

Will you talk to me?

It's over, Peter... Do you understand?

Over!

Fine!

Fine, it's over!

Well...

she threw me out... For good this time.

Isn't that what you wanted? Huh?

Go to hell, Peter.

Damn it... don't you walk away from me.

This is all your fault.

Everything that you did, it's all your fault.

Showing up like this... It was all working out!

All I did was open up to you and tell you the truth.

Digging up my past, my feelings,

throwing yourself at me!

Let go of me, Peter.

Let go of me! Why?

Why did you do it?

Why?

Why?

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