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I'm hoping you'll show me L.A.'s

best and brightest, you know?

Somehow, I don't think Michael's gonna offer me

the grand tour. Absolutely.

I'm sorry that you two aren't closer.

But maybe that'll change now that you're here.

I kinda doubt it.

So, do you miss college life?

Not really.

I mean, I liked Boston College okay,

but those East coast winters got old real fast.

And the waitressing jobs I had to take

to get by sucked big time.

No, I'm glad I finally graduated.

Being in a new city is exciting.

Well, I am glad you're staying with us.

Me too.

Merci.

I hope everything is satisfactory.

Yes, yes. Thank you.

Some wine?

Yes, I'd like some.

Jennifer, are you all right?

Um...

would you mind if we just left,

because uh... I'm not feeling very good.

No, of course not.

Are you sure? Are you sick to your stomach?

Yeah.

You bastard!

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Wait a second. Let me get this straight.

So you're sitting there, you're having dinner,

and suddenly you get an urge to slap

the restaurant owner in the face.

Put it in park, Michael.

I told you, I don't want to talk about it.

Well, you are gonna talk about this.

Look, she doesn't have to.

Just leave her alone.

Look, a woman slaps a man, it's gotta be about sex.

Did you know him in Boston?

Were you doing him?

You are such a pig, Michael.

You'd better watch your mouth, young lady.

You're very close to being out on your butt.

Ah, the man himself.

Now tell me, how did you know my sister,

and why did she feel the need to reset your clock?

Okay, this is strange.

I had no idea that she was your sister.

I just came over to ask Megan

if she knew where I could find...

Jennifer, could we talk... alone?

I'm gonna wait out on the beach.

I worked for him at his restaurant in Boston.

Anything further is none of your damn business.

She was doing him.

I deserved that shot last night.

It was stupid of me.

It made you more important than you really are.

And I owe you an apology for how I ended things in Boston.

You owe me squat, Kyle.

Jennifer, I don't know what you're doing here, but...

Wait.

Let's get one thing straight.

If I had so much as an inkling

that you had moved out here,

I wouldn't have stepped foot off the plane.

You've gotta understand.

I was married.

I had to honor that commitment.

When Taylor found out about our little fling...

Is that what it was to you?

A "little fling"?

Five months of relentless sex,

you make me love you, and you call it a little fling?

Jennifer, I never meant to hurt you, and I'm sorry.

Stuff your apologies, Kyle.

I guess you've had some rough times since then, huh?

Don't flatter yourself, Romeo.

The only rough time I've had is right now

trying not to puke at your phony sincerity.

So I suggest that you crawl off to Taylor

or whoever you're screwing around with these days

and stay the hell out of my life.

Okay?

Nice.

Who was that on the phone?

Ah, that was my dad. I called him in Chicago

and he says to say "hi."

Oh, that's one long distance bill I don't mind paying.

Wow!

Wow.

I know I said you could use my ATM card,

but $400 is a lot.

I had some old bills that were overdue,

and I was hoping that I would make enough

to pay you back before you got the statements.

Please don't be angry.

I just wish you would've told me

that it was gonna be that much, that's all.

Is this why you're suddenly taking this job?

No. I mean, well partly.

I guess I just don't feel right about you paying for everything.

We've been through this before.

I make a good salary.

You know, you don't need to stoop to being a supermarket checker.

"Stoop"?

There's nothing wrong with being a checker.

Oh, what, is that a little too blue collar

for a girlfriend of Billy Campbell's?

No. It's just that I could've landed you

a better job at D&D.

Yeah, but you would've had to land me a job,

and I don't want to work somewhere

where everyone knows that I was hired

because I was sleeping with one of the execs.

Well, if you get tired of those old ladies

yelling at you about double coupons...

my offer still stands.

I gotta go. Love you.

I love you, too.

Chelsea? I'll see you later.

Chelsea? Chelsea, wait up. Don't walk away.

Why don't you just leave me alone?

My mom's picking me up, okay? I'm staying with her.

No, you are coming home with me.

It's what the judge ordered.

It's what your father wanted.

My father is dead,

and my mom's alive, and she wants me.

So why are you being so dense about this? It's stupid.

Look...

because I am trying to do what is best for you.

Look, Chelsea, I know it sounds romantic for you

to fly off to Paris and live with the mother

that you've always dreamed of.

But this isn't a fantasy.

It's reality. Denise lives out of hotels.

She's not gonna be able to give you a sense of stability.

It's no life for you, Chelsea.

I'm afraid I disagree.

She'll make friends easily,

and we'll give each other stability.

Matt, I may have done some foolish things in my life,

and not being closer to Chelsea was one of them.

But I'm her mother,

and I love her no matter what you think.

What I think isn't important right now.

What the court thinks is.

And that man right over there

is here to make sure that Chelsea comes home with me.

Looks like your uncle has come armed and dangerous.

We're gonna have to do things his way for now.

But that's not fair. I know.

But we're gonna win in the end.

I promise.

Go on.

I'll call you later. Go on.

Come on in.

I hope I didn't pull you away from anything important.

Oh, no, not at all.

I needed to get out of there

before I clawed the face off a certain redhead.

Say no more.

Come on, it's upstairs.

Ta da!

I've had my eye on it since the restaurant opened.

There was a photographer using it for a studio,

but he lost his lease,

so I think we can get a good deal on it.

Hmm. It needs a little work.

Yeah, absolutely.

Look, this is what I was thinking.

I was thinking that the bar

could go right here along this wall.

Dance floor.

We would have the bandstand over yonder,

and uh... my office would be back there in that corner.

We've got a separate entrance from the street.

And our kitchen downstairs, I think,

can handle a limited bar menu.

You've been dreaming about this

for a long time, haven't you?

Yes, I have.

And you're sure you want me in as a full-time partner?

Yeah, I do if...

if I can be sure that you really believe in it.

See, the restaurant was successful,

but not that important to me

because my partner never cared.

And this...

and this has to be different.

I need to know that you have as much

passion for it as I do.

Well, I'm offering a quarter of a million dollars cash,

handshake deal, no paper trails.

Gotta cover my butt.

And that's as passionate as I get with the lights on.

But I think you've got a winner here,

and I really like your dream, a lot.

Partners?

Partners.

Hi.

I just thought I'd see how you were doing.

Bad time?

Uh... let's see.

I can't eat anything that requires two hands.

I can barely dress myself,

and now it looks like I can only

shampoo the left side of my head.

Okay, it's a bad time.

Do you want me to do your hair?

Bathing buddies?

Well, actually, I had that sink in mind.

Oh. I think I'll just muddle through by myself, thanks.

Sydney, I know what you're going through.

Look, I separated my shoulder once in college,

and I remember what a bitch it was to do anything.

Now, you can spend all night aggravating yourself and your shoulder,

or you can let me have five minutes with you at that sink.

Then I promise I will get out of your hair.

Cute.

It would be much easier.

Okay, Maurice, a quick wash and a rinse.

All right.

I'll get the stuff.

You know, this act of yours is incredibly transparent.

What act is that?

This anything- I-can-do-for-you...

can-I-wash your-hair act.

I'm not dropping the lawsuit,

no matter how nice you are to me.

So you can just give it up.

Wow.

You got a ton of knots back here.

Tell me about it.

I'm a wreck.

Well, maybe you should take some time off,

you know, maybe hit the spa for a couple of days,

get massaged, get pampered.

Lovely idea.

When I win the lawsuit I'll be able to afford it.

Why not right now?

You know D&D held a seminar

at the Four Winds in Palm Springs.

I've still got a couple of vouchers

to their deluxe spa package.

Won't cost you anything.

I'll even pop for the car to take you there.

You really are persistent, aren't you?

Okay, Palm Springs it is.

Mmm.

Hey. You want a beer?

Yeah, you read my mind.

Alison is drinking?

Just a beer, same as you're having.

Jake, she's an alcoholic.

There's no such thing as just a beer.

She's not getting drunk. She's just having a beer.

She can handle that.

I can't believe you're saying that.

How long has this been going on?

Nothing's going on. She's having a beer.

Face it, Billy.

Alison's got it together a lot more now

than she did when...

when you guys were together.

She's happy with her life, she's happy with me,

so just relax.

Oh, I see. When she was with me

she was an out-of-control alcoholic.

Now that she's married to you,

you know, she's...

magically transformed into a superwoman

who can handle her booze no sweat. Come on.

Hey, give it a rest, okay?

It doesn't work like that, Jake. All right?

It's a disease. You are nurturing it.

I said give it a rest. She's my wife.

I don't want anyone upsetting her.

You understand that?

Just, enjoy your beer.

Thanks. Think I lost my thirst.

Do you want to try

deep-heating balm on your shoulder?

It might help it to heal quicker.

Oh, no thanks.

I'm kind of encouraging it

to take its own sweet time.

Mmm, great. Oh!

Are you enjoying yourself?

What are you doing here?

I'm taking some clients on a round of golf nearby.

I thought I'd stop in and see how you were doing.

How convenient.

So, do you like?

What's not to like?

Well, I must warn you about something. You know, uh...

The food here is mostly

this tofu health stuff. It's...

I can dial out for pizza with one finger.

My point is is that I'm friends with the chef.

And he'll make you the steak of your dreams

with all the trimmings. You'll love it.

You're asking me to dinner.

That's what it looks like, yes.

8:00 all right?

You are too funny.

All right, Mr. Smooth,

I'll meet you at 8:00.

It's a date.

Alison,

what were you doing promising Midline Airways

all those spots at such a low price?

Are you trying to kill us?

Oh, Amanda. Relax.

I saw Charles Tyree downstairs.

He told me what you said at lunch.

We'll lose a fortune on a deal like that.

Amanda, Midline has brought this company huge profits.

I just thought it was time

we showed them a little appreciation, that's all.

We can afford it.

Our normal rate is mostly pad anyway.

You had no authority to offer that kind of discount.

And that "pad" pays for overhead.

Your salary, for instance.

And your lawsuits, maybe?

Have you been drinking?

A polite glass of wine at lunch with Charles.

Just being a good schmoozer,

sucking up to the clients.

You know, your boozing pretty much killed your career the last time,

and I won't stand for it.

Consider yourself on probation.

And if I can't find a way out of this

ludicrous deal that you made,

consider yourself fired.

She's totally wrong to be this upset.

She's right about one thing.

I saw you at Shooters last night... drinking.

Oh, Billy.

Would you stop trying to be my white knight?

I am fine.

She's just upset because I showed a little spunk.

You ought to try it sometime.

How'd it go?

His holiness gave me a couple of weeks reprieve.

Thanks for calming him down.

He was really ticked about that Amanda interview.

Yeah, well don't lie to him about job interviews anymore.

Here's back to '94. Thanks.

Hello. Have you two met?

Dr. Burns, this is Jennifer Mancini, Michael's sister.

Hello.

Well, it's a pleasure.

Now I see who got all the good looks in the family.

That would be me.

You're Michael's partner, right?

Mm-hmm.

Brave man.

What the hell are you doing here?

Taylor.

Oh, I see the two of you have met.

Now I know where that trail of slime came from outside.

I guess you have.

Taylor, your taste

in clothes may have gone all to hell,

but you're still as sweet and endearing as ever.

Listen you little home wrecker,

you come anywhere near this man,

I'll rip your lungs out!

You and...?

Mm, and I was just thinking

that you seemed like an intelligent man.

Hey, wait a minute here.

That's my little sister you're calling a home wrecker.

And isn't that just a little hypocritical of you,

after what you did to Amanda?

Oh, look who's talking, Mr. Married-Four-Times.

What are you talking about, Michael?

Hey, hey, hey.

This is a doctor's office, damn it.

You and you, back to your offices now.

And you, go get a job.

And you.

What can I do for you?

Not a damn thing.

You know, it's funny how you can live so close to somebody

and not really know anything about them.

I mean, not just you,

but I don't really know anyone in our building.

Oh, well, I wouldn't really worry about it.

You're not missing much.

They're all too busy tormenting me anyway.

Now, why would they want to do that?

I don't know.

Sometimes I think maybe I have "Kick Me" stamped on my backside.

I'm like everybody's favorite doormat.

Starting with my sister, Jane.

She always hated me,

and the only thing I ever did was love her.

What was her problem?

Well, um...

my marrying her husband

might have had a little to do with it.

But now that Jane's moved away, it's Sam.

I don't know what it is.

That girl has had it in for me from the get-go.

Well, you don't have to tell me about Sam.

I have firsthand experience with that cold shoulder.

Then there's Taylor McBride, trash queen.

She hates me.

But, you know, the way she bats her eyes

at anything in pants,

it's no wonder her husband has to

look elsewhere for comfort.

Sounds like firsthand experience, too.

We had our brief moment.

He was the first person in a long time

who liked me for who I was.

You know? No judgments or preconditions.

Bad timing, though.

It was, you know, clean and honest,

and we're still good friends.

Well, good friends are in short supply.

I mean, if I ever find one,

I'd probably hang on for dear life.

Yeah.

Thanks. This looks great.

Can I get you anything else?

You all right?

I'm fine.

No, thank you.

Here, let me help you with that.

Hi.

Oh, it's you, girl.

Who else would it be?

Well, I can't be too careful.

A wanted man doesn't have any friends.

All I could dig up was $20.

I don't get a paycheck until next week.

God bless you for this,

for all of this,

for all you're doing.

The thing is...

I'm gonna need at least $1,000

to get me on the road to Mexico.

Dad. $1,000?

I don't know how to get that kind of money.

Well, you're my last hope, Samantha.

I don't know where else to turn.

I thought maybe...

this might clean the slate between us.

You know, for you turning me in all those years ago.

If you do this one final thing,

I'll be out of your life for good.

And I can start over.

I'll do what I can.

I know you will.

Listen, I know I have been giving you

a really hard time lately.

But I really appreciate the attention,

even though you have a not-so-hidden agenda.

Hidden agendas were just part of my growing up.

I don't think I'd know an honest feeling

if it walked up and hit me in the face.

That doesn't sound like a very loving childhood.

Well, my father was master of mixed emotions.

"Come here. Go away."

"I need you. I hate you."

I never knew what he wanted from me.

I've had relationships like that.

I know I've seriously considered moving

to some remote mountain cabin

with 12 cats and a rocking chair

where I would never have to worry

about opening up my heart to anyone ever again.

Oh, I know that place.

It's safe.

But too damn lonely.

I can't believe what I'm seeing.

Harry, what the hell are you doing here?

That's my line.

I finally track you down,

and you're skinny-dipping with the man we're suing.

First of all, I am not skinny-dipping,

and second of all, you're not my damn chaperone.

You two must have business to go over.

I gotta get back to L.A. anyway.

You know, that's a very good idea.

Craig...

thanks...

for listening.

Good night, Sydney.

And, thank you.

Yeah?

Where's your wife?

She's sleeping.

Oh. Did she get a little too crocked last night?

Where the hell do you get off?

You tell her that because of her,

we lost Midline Airways.

When I couldn't match the numbers that Alison promised,

they thought we were pulling a bait and switch.

Dropped us, just like that.

Our third biggest client,

all because Alison got drunk at lunch

and shot off her big mouth.

Well, it sounds to me like you're blaming Alison

for some screw-up of your own.

How does this sound? She's fired.

Well, hey, I'll tell you what.

Hey, you're doing her a favor!

What was all that racket?

What time is it?

Oh, God! I'm gonna be late!

Don't...

That was Amanda.

She was, um, going on about...

Midline Airways or something like that,

and, um...

she fired you.

What?

She can't do that!

I'm gonna talk to her.

She's gone.

Look, Alison,

clearly she was just trying to make you the scapegoat

for her losing the account.

She basically said so.

Well... so, she fires me just like that?

After she begged me to come back?

What is she, psycho or something?

If you ask me, yeah. I've always said that.

Come on, you'll land another job.

Any company would kill to have a talent like yours.

You were miserable there!

Look, think of this as a blessing in disguise.

We can work together again.

We always made a great team.

I... I... I just don't understand.

Hello?

Peter: Hi, it's me.

Hi!

What a nice surprise,

you calling in the middle of the afternoon.

I'll be home at 7:00.

Have dinner ready for me just like last night.

Sure.

You know, I was thinking of making that...

And wear the same outfit.

Exactly.

Okay, I can wear the same kinda thing.

Don't you want me to tell you...

I didn't call to chat.

I called to tell you what to do.

And I expect you to do it.

Okay?

Okay.

Chelsea, I'll be in late.

These night rounds are killer.

And there's some chicken salad in the refrig...

And oh, I, um...

I rented you some videotapes

in case you want to see a movie.

Look, Chelsea...

one day you will understand what I am doing and why.

Hmm, let's see. Because you're a selfish jerk,

and you don't care about what I want.

No.

Because no matter what happened before, I love you,

and I'm gonna make sure that you have

the best life that you can get.

I'll see you later.

Hello?

Hi, it's me.

Um... he's left.

And did you talk to the lawyer?

Yes.

You need to document everything,

lay a groundwork for a challenge in court.

Whether that has to do with your environment,

his lifestyle, something.

He also suggested that you keep a diary

of every move that your uncle Matt makes. Can you do that?

I guess. It just sounds so sneaky, though. You know?

Chelsea, we need everything we can get.

Okay, I'll do it.

I love you, mom.

I love you, too, honey.

I'll get you back.

I promise.

Okay. Bye.

Good news, partner.

I'll have a cashier's check for you by tomorrow.

Cha-ching! That's great.

Look, I promise you a good return on your money.

I'm anticipating one.

I'll stop by your restaurant tomorrow night after work.

And Kyle...

congratulations.

To us both.

See you.

So... you're stashing all your cash with Kyle.

I'd be careful if I were you.

Didn't your daddy teach you that eavesdropping

could be very hazardous to your health?

Actually, he taught us how to use it to our advantage, you know,

but in this case, it was my timing and your open door.

So what was that crack about Kyle supposed to mean?

Oh, I heard that he's got a weak spot for women.

You know, love 'em and leave 'em type.

He's a man.

Is that your big revelation?

No, but the last girl he dumped was your favorite tenant, Sydney.

Sydney and Kyle?

Mm-hmm. And he broke her heart, too.

Oh, well, that just tears me up.

You know, why don't you work on getting her teeth out of our business

instead of sitting there playing town gossip?

Peter, no!

Please.

That was great.

The way you resisted me

all the way up to the end like that.

You know, just thinking about it

is getting me turned on again.

Peter...

it's... it's just... It's starting to scare me.

The lovemaking is getting a little weird, and...

it's almost violent.

Actually, it's getting...

closer to nirvana.

But that's okay, Beth.

You just relax. It's all a game.

I want you to pour me a drink.

Okay?

Peter, you just called me Beth.

Well, isn't that what this is all about?

As long as you're your big sister,

you get to stay.

Now, why don't you pour me that drink,

okay... Beth?

I'm not Beth!

I'm not going to take it anymore!

Ah!

Taylor, you all right?

Michael, what... What are you doing here?

I had some papers for Peter to sign.

Wardrobe problems, huh?

It's none of your business!

Sorry.

Jeez, uh...

what's wrong?

It's Peter. I...

I can't take it anymore.

What did he do?

You shouldn't know. Uh...

You wouldn't believe it.

No, sure I will. Come on, you gotta talk to somebody.

You can trust me.

It's like he's torturing me.

He's got this twisted obsession with my dead sister Beth,

and he's making me dress like her and act like her,

and now he's even calling me by her name,

even when we make love, and you know what?

I just... I can't do it anymore.

I... I won't do it anymore.

Jeez, I'm sorry. It sounds like you've been through hell.

I don't know what to do.

I don't want to lose him.

Of course.

But he needs help, Taylor.

I know.

But don't worry.

We'll take care of everything.

You and I...

we'll fix everything.

I promise.

Yeah?

Sure.

Okay.

Mmm...

One for you...

and a little more for me.

Oh, God, what a day!

Now, see, isn't it better being out here with me

than being cooped up in that windowless office at D&D?

Mmm... trying to get my work done

with Amanda screaming in my face

and Craig sneaking around in my files.

Maybe you're right.

Maybe this is all for the best.

Forgot how free I felt

last time I left that den of psychotics behind.

Mmm!

We have so much, Al. Together.

But we've lost a lot, too.

So much, sometimes, I wonder what we have left.

We have the best. We have each other.

I love you more than ever.

I love you, too.

Hey!

Here you go, sweetie. Catch.

Thank you.

Hmm.

What?

I'll never know what it's like to be that mom,

fixing a picnic for my kids.

That's not really true, you know.

What do you mean?

I've been thinking more about it.

We really could adopt.

I know some people think it's not the same,

but everything I've heard says that's not true.

You don't have to sell me.

You're right.

I... I think we should.

I think we should adopt a baby.

Really?

I think it's a wonderful idea.

Hello, Matt.

Mark, this is a surprise.

I haven't seen you in ages.

Yeah, well, I was just taking a walk

in the neighborhood,

and I remembered that you lived here.

Well, yeah, come on in.

I mean, the place is a mess.

I've got my niece living with me.

I'm studying up all night and...

hey, how... How's Jeremy?

Well, he, uh...

he's not too good, actually.

He died last night.

I'm sorry. I'm so sorry.

It's been pretty bad these last couple of weeks.

He's been so sick.

With the pain, he couldn't sleep.

Mark, what can I do for you?

I'm just feeling so...

lost right now.

I can't go back to the apartment.

No, no, listen. You stay here.

You stay here. You shouldn't be alone tonight.

I've got my niece staying in the bedroom,

but if you don't mind listening to me snore on the couch...

Thanks, Matt.

Just for the night.

As long as you need.

As long as you need.

Oh.

Sorry.

Chelsea, this is my friend, Mark.

He's gonna stay with us the night.

Just kind of going through a crisis.

A mutual friend of ours just passed away.

I'm sorry about this.

Oh, no, no, no. It's okay.

Sorry about your friend.

Taylor.

Well, look who's here.

Is Kyle in?

Mmm. Not yet, but I get dibs on him first.

He's got an old friend in town,

little tramp he used to nail behind my back in Boston.

I can't wait to see the look on his face

when he finds out she's Michael Mancini's sister.

Kyle and Jennifer Mancini?

Yeah!

Is that one of God's little jokes, or what?

I caught 'em in our ladies' room after hours.

It was disgusting.

When you see him, um...

tell him I'll just talk to him later.

Sure thing, blondie.

Truth hurts, doesn't it?

Hey! Hey!

Sam!

What about real estate?

People make a lot of money in this town selling houses.

You could get your license in a few months...

Mm, yuck. More school.

I think I've had enough of that for a while.

You never even got around to graduating college, did you?

That was mom on the phone.

You know, you had her fooled, too, for a while?

But it seems the university library

was a little overzealous in tracking down their overdue books.

They told mom that the records indicated that you had dropped out.

Now, Jennifer... are there any other lies

you'd like to tell me about, or does that about cover it?

I didn't tell you the truth because I figured

you'd behave just as you are now...

Judgmental and condescending.

Young lady, we have opened up our house to you.

I would like to know what's really going on.

Now, are you out here sniffing after Kyle McBride?

No, I'm not!

I'm out here, because I was looking for a little support

from my big brother who I thought gave a damn about me.

But I guess I was wrong there, wasn't I?

Look, just calm down, Jennifer, okay?

He didn't mean that.

The hell I didn't!

Now, is this some sort of halfway house for loose girls

on the make for married grill cooks, or what?

Michael! Forget it, Megan.

This is the real Michael, and you can have him.

Now I guess I remember why the whole family hates you.

You're better than everyone, aren't you?

Too good to be a baker's son.

Too good to have a sister like me.

Well, don't worry, because you won't

have me around anymore.

You couldn't pay me to stay here, you stuck up quack!

Don't go, please.

We can work this out.

Megan, stay out of this.

Yeah, Megan, behave!

Your master has spoken!

I don't know how you live with this bastard.

God help you.

Don't go, please.

Megan...

It's okay.

I'm better off as far away

as I can get from this jerk.

Looking for a new hairdresser?

No. Going for a late swim.

You know, the Jacuzzi really helped.

I turned the heat way up this morning.

It'll be a month before Amanda

gets the bill and catches on.

Well, my lips are sealed.

Here, let me help you with that.

Oh, thanks.

Careful right there. It's just...

Hold on a second.

Sydney, get inside.

Who are you, and who are you working for?

I'm working for you, imbecile!

No, you're not.

You're working for Amanda, aren't you?

Where do you think you're going?

Hey, I'm talking to you!

Keep your hands off of me!

What the hell are you doing?

You wait here. Hey!

Are you crazy? He's our investigator!

This is your investigator, Amanda.

I want you to butt out of this!

You're screwing everything up.

Now, call your goons off, or you'll regret it.

I'll see you in my office in the morning.

You'd better have a new attitude.

You all right?

Yeah.

Just...

maybe a little scared.

Look, you gotta believe me.

I had nothing to do with that.

I think I do.

Well, here's your towel.

Thanks.

Uh, Craig...

listen... you have to believe me.

All I want to do is collect the money that I am due.

I mean, I really hurt myself on the stairs,

and Amanda, it's like all she wants to do is punish me.

It's not fair!

I swear, she won't bother you again. I promise.

Thank you.

You know what?

An honest emotion just walked up and hit me in the face.

I... I'm sorry.

I'm just complicating something that's already complicated.

But, Craig, it... It feels right.

I know.

Good night, Sydney.

Good night.

Hi, dad.

What the hell?