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Hi.

Have you eaten yet?

No.

Maybe I should whip us something up.

Okay. Whatever.

So, how are you, Sam?

Fine, I guess. Tired.

'Cause you worked so late at the store?

Yeah. The hours are getting to be a real drag.

You know, at first I thought they'd free me up to paint, but...

Stop lying, all right?

I don't know why you're yelling at me, but...

I followed you, Sam, straight to some flea-bag motel

where I guess your father's holing up.

You followed me? What else could I do, huh?

Between your atm withdrawal and all this time you can't account for,

I didn't know what to think, and now I find out

you're seeing your father behind my back?

I thought you said he was in Chicago!

Since when do you need to know

every detail of my family life?

You know, just because we're together

doesn't mean that everything about me is your business!

This is crazy. Why are you doing this? Why are you lying to me?

Look... he's in trouble, okay?

And I'm helping him out,

and I didn't want to bring you into it.

What kind of trouble?

Remember how he said that he got out of prison?

Well, he didn't do it like you're supposed to.

He escaped.

I'm calling the police.

No! Please don't. Please?

He had to. If he wouldn't, he would have been killed by a gang in there,

and just... just let me get him out of town.

That's aiding and abetting.

You could go to jail for that. We both could.

I know, and I hate putting you in this position,

but he's my father!

I don't know what else to do. I have to help him.

You know that if it wouldn't have been for...

You didn't put him in jail!

He put himself there, all right?

He took a gun and decided to go rob some stores.

Just... Just promise me that you'll give me a few days.

That's all I'm asking. Please?

Thank you.

Thank you, Billy. Thank you.

I'm making us breakfast. I got some scrambled eggs and bacon,

and the coffee is made.

Hey, I hope the fold-out wasn't too lumpy for you.

Ever since Chelsea's been here,

I've gotten so used to it, I don't even notice anymore.

Nah, I slept great,

mostly because of you, though.

What are you saying, I induce drowsiness?

No. No, it's just...

I just really needed to be held,

to be with someone, you know?

It meant a lot to me.

I'm glad. I hope it helped.

Chelsea! Good morning.

You ready for breakfast?

Sure, I guess.

Well, I should probably hit the road.

Oh, don't leave on my account.

Mark, you gotta at least stay and have something to eat.

No, I gotta face going back

to my own apartment sometime, don't I?

Hey, if you need anything, you just call.

Thanks. It was nice meeting you, Chelsea.

Bye, mark.

So, is he like, a boyfriend of yours?

Mark? No, no.

He's actually the lover

of a friend of mine who just died.

Did this friend die of... Aids?

Yep. He did.

You ever worry about getting it?

Sure, but I've been tested.

I've been tested several times, and I'm safe.

I'm always safe.

Anyway, at this point I'm probably as worried

about never finding the right guy, so...

Think you ever will?

God, I hope so...

But I haven't had much luck so far.

Did you... did you hear that? What?

That was us actually having a conversation.

First one in 3 days.

Hey! I think you're going to like staying here after all.

Taylor!

Taylor, where are you?

Why didn't you answer me?

What's this? Where's my breakfast?

I don't know, Peter. Where is it?

What's gotten into you?

Nothing. Then why aren't you dressed?

Because maybe I'm sick of being somebody I'm not.

Sick of being Beth!

Those are the rules, aren't they?

Meaning what?

You're gonna spank me if I don't play nice?

Meaning if you don't abide by the rules, then the game stops.

And if there's no game, then you don't need to be here.

Now...

Are you gonna make my breakfast, or not?

Yes, Peter.

Good.

Serve it out on the deck.

Where have you been all morning?

Unlike you, I'm worried about your sister.

I have been to every house along the beach

and no one has seen her.

In fact, if she doesn't call by tonight

I think we should report her missing.

She's just blowing off steam.

She'll let us know where she is soon enough.

Michael, she left here with the clothes on her back

and a few dollars in her pocket.

Well, if there's one thing Jennifer knows how to do,

it's make a quick buck.

Are you out of your mind?

Look, this city can chew up a girl

with no money, no friends, and barely any family.

Hey, she's a Mancini.

Trust me, we're like cats.

We always land on our feet.

I'll see ya.

♪♪

What's the matter, you take the wrong turn, honey?

Saw your ad. I'm interested.

You look young. You got any experience?

Waitressing?

It's only how I've made a living

the last few years.

Yeah? Well, balancing plates in a diner

and hustling drinks in this joint

are 2 different animals.

Cindy! Get over here.

Cindy: Come on, George. I haven't even punched in yet.

Hey, just show the uniform, already.

It's just as tight and uncomfortable as it looks, too.

Are you prepared to wear this?

I'm prepared to wear less, if the tips are good.

Then entre-vous, honey.

Entre-vous.

Speak to me.

Kyle! It's Amanda.

Listen, I've been giving this club thing some thought.

Don't tell me... you want to call it "Amanda's."

No. I'm quite happy being a silent partner.

But it's the lack of supporting documentation that's bothering me.

Documentation? As in contract?

Well, it doesn't have to be anything formal.

Just a little something on paper

that shows how much went where.

No. Hold it a second.

You're the one that wanted to hide your money

without a paper trail.

Now, all of a sudden we need lawyers?

What can I say? Common sense prevails.

Well, I don't get it.

Why now?

Is there something you're not telling me?

No! No, trust me. This is strictly preventative.

Like some kind of pre-nup. Exactly.

Presupposes failure, if you ask me.

Well, I'm not asking. I'm telling.

I mean, either this deal is contractual between us or we've got a problem.

Well, I guess I'm gonna have to get back to you, then

because up until a few minutes ago,

I thought I knew who I was dealing with.

Now I'm not so sure.

I'll be in touch.

You wanted to see me?

Well, frankly, I'd prefer never to see you again,

but that's beside the point.

Take a look at this.

It's a bill from the man I hired to photograph Sydney.

You know, the one who's camera you ruined

when you threw him in the pool.

I just thought...

No, you're just lucky that he's not the scam artist that Sydney is

or we'd have another bogus lawsuit on our hands.

Why can't you accept the fact

that Sydney's seriously hurt?

She's not faking, Amanda.

In fact, if anyone's being underhanded here,

it's you for spying on her.

You like her, don't you?

Don't be ridiculous.

Correct me if I'm wrong,

but weren't you supposed to seduce her?

I'm only saying that I don't think

she's trying to rip us off.

We're on the brink of closing our doors,

thanks to that little twit you've got the hots for.

Now, this may be hard for you to grasp,

but we're defendants in a civil suit,

and that means you keep your hands, your lips,

and other body parts away from the plaintiff

before you make things worse.

And if I refuse?

I'll have you charged with conspiring

to defraud this company.

My advice? Keep your pants on.

You've been in here on the phone for 2 hours.

Who were you talking to?

Everybody... I had to call 20 places

before I found the right adoption agency.

Oh! Right. Man!

I almost forgot we talked about adopting.

You still want to, don't you?

I mean, I know we had a few drinks that day...

Oh, Jake, please. Of course I do.

Good, because we have an appointment

to be interviewed by a placement counselor tomorrow.

Really? Wow, that's quick.

Had to be... There's a waiting list,

especially if you want more than 1 kid.

This is gonna be great, you know why?

No. Why?

Because even if our kids aren't blood related,

we'll have chosen them,

so they'll know they were wanted,

which is all that matters, right?

Yeah.

Hey, Taylor. Can I get a beer, please? Sure.

I didn't think you were gonna show up.

Yeah. Why'd you need to meet me?

Something happen between you and Peter?

You could say that.

I woke up this morning and I couldn't do it anymore.

I could not play out Peter's fantasy.

And when I told him about it, it was like...

Honestly, I thought he was gonna hit me.

But he didn't, did he? No.

He gave me an ultimatum instead.

He said play the game or leave.

Oh, I mean, that Peter's a sick puppy.

I think he's trying to find something from his past,

you know, like a happier time.

So, I don't know why I'm telling you all this,

except I think you're the only other person who cares about him.

Yeah, but even Peter and I have been locking horns lately,

ever since he became chief-of-staff, that is.

Success has somehow made him cruel.

Or gone to his head, is more like it.

Yeah, he was a lot nicer when he was a loser.

I mean, to everybody.

All right. All right, I'll tell you what.

Just... just go along with him for now.

Um, I'll try to feel out the situation,

talk to Peter, get into his head,

and then, um, you know, we'll take it from there.

Thanks.

You know, I have to say, just talking to you about this

has made me feel so much better.

Well, what can I say? I'm here for you.

You pull me out of the apartment,

you drag me across town without saying a word,

and then you bring me to my dad's motel?

Why are you doing this?

Jim: Who is it?

Dad, it's me.

Jim: Why'd you bring him here?

I brought her here, so she could say good-bye to you.

Well, I guess that means you told him

about my being on the run.

No, actually, I had to pry it out of her

'cause of some stupid sense of loyalty

she has to you, which you don't deserve.

Don't do this, Billy. Please?

What kind of man are you?

You put your daughter at risk?

I don't care if your life was in danger.

She could wind up in the same place

that you had to escape from.

Huh? Did you even think about that,

you selfish son-of-a-bitch?

Of course, he did. He just didn't have a choice.

Yeah? Bull.

You're right, son.

And you got a lot of guts for saying so.

Sam? Come here, darling.

I didn't mean to bring you into this.

I guess I wasn't thinking about how much trouble this might cause you.

It's not like that.

Shh, shh. Let me finish.

Now, I want you to go with this young man here.

I want you to walk out that door and not look back,

'cause the last thing I want

is for my daughter to end up like me.

Well, does this mean like,

I'm never going to see you again?

Yeah, I guess it does.

But maybe it's for the best, huh?

Now... now, you beat it out of here

before I turn selfish on you again.

Bye, dad.

See you, girl.

Oh, and Sam?

I'm sorry...

For not being a better father all these years.

So this is an adult apartment complex.

That's right.

I couldn't help but notice the pool

with no protective fencing around it.

Well, we'll probably move into a house

as soon as we can once we get the baby.

Mm-hmm. Now, it says here that you're bar owners?

Yeah. Um... Bar/restaurant.

We serve hamburgers and fries and stuff like that.

All right. Um, do either of you have a history

of mental illness or chronic physical illness?

Nope. No.

Any criminal records, substance abuse problems, and/or related arrests?

Um... I had a dui once. It was a long time ago.

It was a dumb, dumb mistake on my part.

It won't happen again.

How long have you been married?

Just a few months, but we've known each other for years.

To be honest, your newlywed status

would be one of my biggest concerns here.

Too many times, people adopt

before they give their own relationships enough time

to prepare for the enormity of child-rearing.

Well, we may not have 10 years behind us,

but we are both very committed to each other

and having a family.

We, um...

We recently lost a baby because of a miscarriage,

and we can't have another one.

I'm sorry to hear that.

Look...

Having a family means everything to us.

I hope you believe that.

I do, Mr. hanson. I really do.

So... I have a few other things I have to verify,

but I feel confident we can work something out.

Oh, don't get up. I'll see myself out.

I'll be in touch.

Thank you.

You know what?

I think we did it.

I think we did it, too.

So, what do we have here?

A patient was brought in

with injuries sustained in a fight.

No drugs or alcohol was found in his blood, despite his odd behavior.

He was threatening people at a local diner with a steak knife.

The thing is, he doesn't remember any of it.

Hi. Dr. Mancini.

Uh, could you answer a couple of questions for me?

I guess so.

Great. Um... Do you remember the fight you were in?

No. Not at all.

Um... Do you remember being at the diner?

I recall arriving, but then I woke up here,

and they told me I'd been acting like a crazy person,

but that just isn't like me, doctor.

Really. Why is that?

To begin with, I'm a minister.

Doctor, his eeg report just came in from neurology.

Thank you.

Thank you for your time, Mr. Barnes.

Let's go out to the hall, shall we?

Give the man some peace and quiet.

All right.

All right. Any guesses?

The eeg says it all.

The reason the patient doesn't remember having a fight

is because he was having a seizure when it happened.

He has temporal lobe epilepsy,

or rage epilepsy as it's known when it results in violent behavior.

So, does this mean that he was or wasn't in control of what he was doing?

You tell me.

Let's take our patient... An ordinary man,

well respected, admired even.

But during the seizure,

all the filters that keep his social controls in check,

well, they disappear.

Anger that's been suppressed leaks out,

resulting in violence.

In a sense, his truer self emerges.

Yeah, this is pretty serious stuff.

You know, an illness like this

could ruin a... Person's reputation entirely,

and sadly, they'd never be the wiser.

Well...

Questions, comments, discussion?

Hey.

Oh. Kyle.

This is an informal contract

covering your investment in the jazz club.

I had my attorney draw it up.

Oh. You'll be glad you did, and trust me,

when it comes to money, the more protected you are, the better.

Which is why I am only willing to do this

if nobody else can muscle in further down the road.

Well, who would you be thinking of?

Well, since you're still married to good old Dr. burns,

state community property law could put me into business with him,

and that's not something I'm too keen on.

Don't be ridiculous.

He'd never be interested in a venture like this.

Besides, we're in divorce proceedings as we speak.

In other words, he's dragging his feet.

No, it's no go until that lying, cheating husband of yours

is out of the picture.

Well, what about your lying, cheating wife?

Shouldn't she be out of the picture too?

Taylor's many things, but she is not

the money grubber that burns is.

Oh, no, of course not.

She just wouldn't give you your restaurant back.

You know, if anyone needs to worry

about being encroached upon here, it's me,

by that psycho, husband-stealing wife of yours.

Fine. So we both get divorced. A.S.A.P.

Well, that'll be a cinch.

And how do you propose we do that, Einstein?

We get them each to sign a waiver of appearance,

finalize it in the Dominican Republic.

That's what my sous chef Mario did. Was over in 2 days.

And you think they'll sign just because we asked them to?

They're a couple, aren't they? Hmm?

We'll get them in the same room.

How will they say no without hurting each other's feelings?

I say it's time we sit down, break bread, and break up.

Man: Hoo hoo hoo hoo!

Hello?

It's Jennifer. Oh, thank god.

Where have you been? We were worried sick about you!

Don't be. I just called to let you know I'm not lying dead in a ditch.

And you can tell that control freak brother of mine that I found a job.

A job? Where?

At a neighborhood bar in the valley.

Oh, and I'm renting an apartment

with one of the other girls that works here.

Well, listen, give me your number, 'cause I know

Michael will want to talk to you.

I can't. The phones aren't connected yet.

Well, what about your number at work?

They don't allow personal calls here.

I'm just sneaking this one.

How about we get together for lunch instead?

Get your tush back out there. We got thirsty customers.

I'll be right there.

Close the door on the way out, would ya?

You got a lot of nerve... a heck of a lot of nerve!

Hi. Listen, i... i gotta run,

so why don't we meet at that one restaurant you like?

Tomorrow, 1:00?

Yeah, sure.

Great. I'll see you then.

Hey. Hey.

Thanks for meeting me.

Hope it wasn't too much trouble.

Oh, well, of course not.

Do you mind if we walk?

Sure.

So...

How are you feeling?

Better.

Although I'm sure that's something

my attorney wouldn't want me to be telling you.

I know the feeling.

Amanda threatened me with legal actions today

if I ever spoke to you again.

Really? Why would she care?

Probably because our insurance

isn't going to cover your lawsuit.

See, a while back, they told me to replace

the skid strips on the staircase,

and then my father died.

What can I say? I kind of... Spaced out.

Huge mistake.

Not only for the business, but...

For you.

I mean, that's why you slipped, wasn't it?

No traction on the, uh, steps?

Uh-huh.

You know, the irony is is I'll pay the biggest price for it.

See, if you succeed, the company folds.

You know, although Amanda has other assets...

All I have is d&D.

Whoa, that's... That's too bad.

I mean, I wish it were just Amanda taking the fall.

I never really liked her much.

Yeah, it's too bad. Hey, are you cold?

Would you like my jacket? No. No, um...

Listen, why don't I try and talk to Harry

and get him to come down some in the settlement?

I mean, I am feeling better...

You would do that? For me?

Sure. What the heck?

Thank you, Sydney. Thank you so much!

You're welcome. You're welcome so much.

Do you need to get back right away?

Would you like to do some more walking?

Yeah, well, I'm pretty sure

that's what these boots were made for.

Anyway, I thought since the judge ordered this temporary joint custody...

Pending the final results of the court case.

As I was saying, I thought it would be

more comfortable for everyone concerned

if we discussed the schedule here.

Not to mention the fact that Chelsea loves the burgers.

Yeah, last time I stayed with Matt, we had dinner here a lot.

Well, I'm not a red meat eater.

And I'm surprised, as a med student,

that you would encourage Chelsea to be one.

Right. Anyway, let's just get down to brass tacks.

Denise, since you don't work,

I'll keep Chelsea over the weekend,

starting Thursday night through Sunday afternoon.

The rest of the time, she can stay with you. Fine.

Chelsea, how's that sound to you?

Dumb. I mean, why do I have to be carted around

from one place to another just 'cause some judge said so?

Especially when everybody knows

that I would rather stay with mom anyway.

But, whatever.

Good. Then I guess we're all agreed.

Good. Come on, sweetie. Let's go.

Denise, I thought we'd have dinner.

Matt, this is not the weekend.

And I have no intention of sharing Chelsea with you

any more than I already have to.

Now, if you'll excuse us, my daughter and I

are going somewhere decent to eat.

I'm sort of a vegetarian now, anyway.

Hey, darlin'!

You scared me half to death.

What are you doing here?

Well, I came to see you, of course.

You didn't think I was gonna let it end that way, did you?

With your boyfriend telling me

when I could say good-bye to my own kid, huh?!

Look, I feel really badly about it, too,

but the fact is, it's dangerous for me to be seen with you!

You said so yourself.

Well, just cause I said it doesn't mean I believe it.

Look, Billy thinks that we said good-bye,

and I'm not having him believe any different.

Now, as much as I love you, I can't sacrifice this relationship!

What about me?! I'm out here alone, broke!

What am I supposed to do?

Well, I'm sorry, dad. I've done all that I can do!

Now, just go, please!

This is not right, Sammy.

You don't go choosing sex over family!

'Cause sex don't last!

But family... That's forever.

You remember that, huh?

I can't help you anymore.

Now, tonight never happened!

I can't help you anymore.

Yeah, I'm glad you called in sick.

It's not like I had much choice.

Our little celebration went on a little longer than I thought it would.

In other words, you're drunk.

And you're not? We have a good reason.

You and I are gonna be parents.

How about that?

I wonder if it'll actually happen.

Of course it will. She liked us. A lot.

The interview didn't... Worry you at all?

No! You were great.

You were honest... And you were great.

Where'd your lips go?

Go away!

Go get it. Oh... Hey!

Oh, hi.

I left my appointment book here.

Oh, yeah. I haven't seen it.

No. It's right here. I got it. Oh!

Hey! You all right?

Yeah. I... i slipped.

So, uh, owning a bar has its effects after all.

Uh... uh... uh... no, we were just... just celebrating

'cause the interview went so well.

You're not going to hold that against us, are you?

To be honest... I don't think I have a choice.

Good night.

Uh, what do you think you're doing?

Relaxing. Which is something you can do now, too.

I saw Sydney last night.

After I specifically threatened you?

How self-destructive can you be?

I got her to come down on the settlement amount.

Really? And how did you accomplish this amazing feat?

I, uh, just talked to her.

You know, I explained it all in detail,

how potentially damaging it could be, and she just listened.

Sydney couldn't spell "listen," much less do it

with any level of comprehension.

Contrary to popular belief,

see, she's actually very smart and very sweet.

The truth is, is that, uh,

she's misunderstood by most people... Especially you.

What'd she do, throw pixie dust in your face?

This woman has a history of opportunism a mile long.

She's not gonna take less money just 'cause you ask her to.

Why would she? Because she likes me.

In fact, she might even love me. Oh!

Well, there really is no accounting for taste, is there?

Either way, I'll believe it when I see it.

Oh, you'll see it. Soon.

Until then, why not practice saying thanks?

I know how hard it is for you to say it.

You're moving around pretty good these days.

Be sure not to do that in public.

Yeah. That's kind of what I wanted to talk to you about today.

See... I've never been entirely comfortable

with this whole settlement thing, and...

Well, heck, since I am sort of on the mend,

I would like nothing more

than to drop the amount of the settlement

to cover only what's fair.

We're talking about $5 million here.

Oh... Is this about that fields character?

The one that's been pouring on all the tlc?

Tch. You think he's doing this 'cause he likes you?

He's doing it for the money, honey.

Even... If that's true, it wouldn't matter.

I won't be able to live with myself

if this bogus lawsuit goes through.

So as your client, I'm instructing you

to drop the settlement to $50,000. Period. End of discussion.

Now listen up. We're going after 5 mil,

and if you try and stop it, I go to the cops with proof

that you set out to purposely fall and defraud d&D.

That is ridiculous! You're the one who approached me.

Proof? There's no proof.

Dummied up some documents. I always do when I work with a new client.

Anyway... I tell the police that I thought you were legit.

When I found out otherwise, I just had to come forward.

I mean... I couldn't live with myself

if this bogus lawsuit went through.

You know, you are even scummier than you look.

You'll be in jail, Syd.

And I guarantee you one thing...

Craig fields ain't gonna visit.

It's low-key, but the customers are nice. And they tip great.

So maybe Michael did me a favor by kicking me out.

Made me luck into a good job.

So... You can stop snowing me any time now.

This is some kind of strip joint, isn't it?

I mean, that's what it sounded like to me.

Oops. Busted.

It's this place on sunset, but I'm just a waitress,

so you don't have to go blabbing the rest to Michael.

It's not as bad as it sounds.

Jennifer...

Before I married your brother,

I was a hooker. What?

I was, um, high end by the time I quit,

but I started out in the streets.

And a lot of the girls I knew started out stripping.

Does Michael know? Yeah.

It's, uh... too long of a story to go into right now.

Anyway, the issue is you.

You've had this kind of job before, haven't you?

You were a hooker? Yes.

And you've worked in strip joints before.

So what if I have?

So... maybe you should ask yourself why.

I already know... Michael got

all the success genes in the family.

Look, I'm not... I'm not kidding. I'm serious.

Look, you wanna know why I do what I do? Join the club.

Maybe it's because I get in people's way, Megan.

I mean, I did at the beach house, right?

It's like my whole life... I'm a walking mistake.

At least that's how I've been treated by everybody,

and after a while, you figure maybe... Everyone's got a point.

And who is everybody? Your family, some guy?

Kyle? He was the worst.

It might have been because I was young, but...

I believed Kyle more than anybody.

Everything he said to me was some kind of... Hope or something.

It's probably why I didn't see it coming...

His going back to his wife.

And then he just... Turned away.

Like it never happened.

And when he did, he took it all with him...

My job, my friends, my hope.

I'm, uh... I'm sorry he did that to you.

Why? He did me a favor.

See, I may not hang around the classiest guys in the world,

but at least I don't get lied to anymore.

And that's all that matters. Know what I mean?

Yeah.

I guess I do.

Yeah. May I help you?

I'm detective Stevenson. This is detective Walker.

We'd like to ask you a few questions.

Sure. Listen, if this is about the Sydney Andrews lawsuit...

Actually, we're here about Jim Reilly.

Oh. My girlfriend's father. Yeah. What about him?

Have you seen him recently?

No. I've never met him. Why?

He's escaped from Maryland state pen.

Managed to slip away during a work detail about a month ago. Wow.

Yeah, well, Sam told me that he was in prison,

but she hasn't heard from him in years.

They weren't exactly close.

No letters, no phone calls?

Nothing. No. So I don't think he would try to see her,

if that's what you're thinking. You know...

I mean, that would be kind of stupid, considering she'd be

the first person you guys would go check out, you know?

Just let us know if he tries to contact either of you. Sure.

Listen, although dinner has been a real treat tonight,

why don't we get to the point of the evening?

Would someone, please?

Well, seeing that you and Taylor are living together, Pete,

and seeing that Amanda and myself, independent of each other,

are moving on with our lives, we figured, hey,

wouldn't it be a lot easier if we all just got divorced?

Since when has my marital status been any concern of yours?

It just simplifies things, Peter.

We've already settled on the division of the property.

Why wait for the courts?

These are waiver of appearance forms.

A quick trip to the Dominican Republic,

and we are all free of each other.

Personally, I'm all for it.

Makes it that much easier for you and me

to get hitched, right, baby?

You're sleeping with him, aren't you?

I mean, isn't that a little incestuous, even for you, Amanda?

You know, not that it makes any difference,

but there is nothing romantic going on between us.

I'm not signing.

Honey, I just signed. So should you.

I knew I could count on your autograph, Taylor,

considering how desperate you are to hang on to Dr. burns here.

Shut up, Kyle!

I can't believe how sexually undiscerning, Amanda.

I mean, first Craig and now Kyle?

I mean, you're losing ground. It's almost slutty!

Hey, that's a lady you're talking to.

Oh, that's funny... the male slut defending the female slut!

Better a slut than a conniving bitch.

Or worse, a conniving bitch in some ugly-ass clothes.

Well, talk about taste, look at you.

You go from a chief-of-staff to boffing a hash slinger?

Okay, you know what? Fine. Fine.

We make love every night all night, and it is great.

Feel better? Or do you need to see it with your own eyes?

Mmm...

Obvious, isn't it? It's over between us, Peter.

Sign the paper.

Peter, sign it!

All right. Done. You know, as far as I'm concerned,

I've only been married once, and that was to Beth.

Everything after that... A waste of time.

Ha! Forget it, Kyle. I'm selling mine.

Wow. Ha.

Well, not quite how I'd imagined it, but it worked.

You surprised me with that kiss, though.

Oh, don't read anything into it.

If the busboy were any closer, I woulda kissed him, too.

Okay.

All right, call me as soon as you get there,

and keep your eyes open.

Mom, I'll be fine. Don't worry.

Oh, I almost forgot. You left this upstairs.

And remember, write it all down.

You ready to go?

Sure.

I love you, honey.

Call me.

She'll be fine.

She'd better be.

I know how unsettling this must be for you.

You don't like my mother, do you?

No, it's not so much that... it's just I'm not sure

she can provide the best lifestyle for you.

I mean, I knew your mother when she was first married to my brother.

And to be honest, she was a bit of a free spirit.

I mean, she could have changed. She could have changed.

All right, I'm not going to do this. I'm not gonna...

I'm not gonna sit here and badmouth your mom,

because I don't want to put you

any further into the middle than you already are.

It's not fair, right? Right.

Hey... You're home early.

What are you doing?

That's it.

No more vodka. No more beer. No more anything.

Oh, Jake, come on. What's the matter?

Don't! No! I said no!

Jake, why are you doing this?

Come on if it's about the interview,

we can try again, go to another place.

That's not gonna happen, Alison.

I went to talk to the lady at the adoption agency

and asked her to give us another chance... she won't.

She did a background check on us,

and I guess it made us look even worse.

I guess she thinks you're an alcoholic.

Oh, god. Oh, god, it's my fault, isn't it?

For not staying sober.

I should have stopped...

It's not just you. We were both drunk.

We've both been in some kind of downward spiral ever since we lost the baby.

I mean, look at us. Look at what we do with each other.

Look at where we work. Look at where we live!

It's like we're in some kind of a sinkhole.

And I'm the dead weight.

Don't. Don't blame yourself.

It's everything. It's everything around us!

What happened, Jake? Why did we lose our way?

Maybe we don't belong here.

Maybe we need to just get out of this place.

Yeah. Yeah, maybe we do.

Do you recognize this individual?

He's the father of one of my tenants.

So you're acquainted with Jim Reilly.

Well, he stayed with Billy and Sam for a while.

What's the problem?

Do you know where Mr. Campbell is?

At a client meeting.

Would you mind telling me what's going on?

How you doing, Gilbert?

Just great.

Mr. Campbell.

Yeah...

What are you...

Sorry. I had to tell them what I knew.

Mr. Campbell, you're under arrest

for aiding and abetting a known felon.

You have the right to remain silent.

Anything you say can and will be used against you.

This is wrong! I'm telling you, this is wrong!

Are you still stung over Kyle and Amanda's fairy tale romance?

Would you quit distracting me

and act like the adoring accessory that you are?

I'm trying to memorize a speech here.

Excuse me.

Hey, kids. You mind if I join you guys?

The wife had other plans, so I'm here stag.

Only if you keep your trap shut.

What's with him?

He's memorizing his precious speech.

May I have your attention please?

Welcome to a very special evening.

Tonight, we honor Wilshire memorial's 25 years of medical service

to the great city of Los Angeles.

And to begin our tribute, I would like to introduce

our own chief-of-staff, Dr. Peter burns.

Good luck, dear.

Thank you.

Good evening, ladies and gentlemen.

Look at him. On top of the world, isn't he?

Yep. All these people think he's the world's greatest guy.

Yeah. It wasn't always like that, was it?

That's right... when I first came to L.A., Peter was a broken man.

It was the only time he was really nice to you, too.

What's your point?

Well, think about it.

He only treated you well when he was down and out.

And then, when things started getting better for him,

he started getting meaner and weirder. Am I right?

Yeah. So?

So... All we have to do

is knock him down a couple of pegs.

You mean bring him down to a manageable level of failure.

More like rock bottom. And I got a pretty good idea how to do that.

Thank you.

Hey, look, I need to get a lawyer,

and I'm supposed to get a phone call, okay?

You'll get your chance after booking. Now keep moving!

Come on. Sam!

Billy!

Hey! All right, move it, Campbell. Come on.