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Good morning. Hi.

I'm Brett Cooper. I'm moving into apartment 2,

Matt's old place. Oh.

Gosh, is it always this peaceful around here?

Megan, I really wish you'd return Michael's phone calls.

The machine is jam-packed.

Hello there. I don't think we've met.

I'm Jennifer Mancini.

Brett Cooper. Call me Coop.

He's moving into Matt's old place.

Oh, welcome.

Mancini. Any relation to Michael?

Sister. Wife...

respectively.

So, how do you know Michael?

We're colleagues at Wilshire Memorial.

It was terrible what happened to his hands.

Yes, it is. I'd be more concerned,

except that he had it coming

and, well, we're separated.

She misses him already, though.

Just ask her.

Good morning, Craig.

Let's go, Campbell.

Megan: Hey, guys, I want you to meet a new tenant.

Brett Cooper.

How you doing? Nice to meet you.

Oh, and I'm sorry. Billy's girlfriend and roommate...

Samantha Reilly.

Okay, here's the abridged edition.

Craig just lost his wife Sydney

in a terrible accident on their wedding day.

Craig blames Samantha because she was in the car

that ran Sydney down.

Now, Billy works with Craig.

So he's caught right in the middle.

Sam, oh, she's a terrible wreck,

and understandably because her father was in the car with her,

and he died, too, in the same accident.

That bitch. She has no right.

Taylor, Coop. Coop... Taylor.

You know what I said about this place being peaceful?

I think I spoke a little too soon.

Hold your horses. I'm coming.

There. That's what you can do

with your eviction notice.

Sliding it under my door.

What, you didn't have the guts to deliver it in person?

Pack up and get out. You got three days.

No. I signed a lease, blondie, with Matt Fielding.

And you can't just change your mind.

There are laws against this.

There are rights... Tenants' rights,

squatters' rights,

and human rights.

Look who's talking about being human.

The most inhuman person on earth.

Oh, really? Giving up your title so soon?

Come on, ladies. Cool it, all right?

Well, well, well. Moved him right in, didn't you?

Mister male slut himself.

If it bothers you, move out.

Oh, I'm not going anywhere.

At least not without a fight.

You can't let her get to you like that.

You're not bothered that your ex-wife is now living here?

No, I'm trying to be adult about it.

Oh, God! Where you going?

To put some clothes on, go down there,

and be totally un-adult about it.

That didn't take long.

Here. Here's the crap that you left behind.

Probably so you'd have an excuse to drop by

the condo and take another run at me.

I'm telling you right now, you can prostrate

yourself on my front steps.

And the only response you'll get is a call

from me to the pest control man.

Peter, please don't talk to me like that.

Oh! Oh, that's right. I forgot

about your pregnancy.

I should really be more considerate

about your delicate condition.

Well, to hell with that and you, too.

Good-bye, mommy dearest.

Pregnant?

♪ ♪

♪ Sitting front, shotgun ♪

♪ Waiting for your speedy return ♪

♪ I peel away, screamin' ♪

♪ Baby, we got money to burn ♪

♪ I never thought I was a criminal ♪

♪ Till I got a look at your gun ♪

What are you doing here? Me?

My God. What are you doing here?

I mean, you still don't think you work here

after all that's happened.

Well, no one fired me, so I just kept showing up.

Somebody had to keep the office going.

Didn't want the practice to collapse, did you?

Oh, honey, what difference does it make?

It's gonna collapse anyway.

You know, Michael is pressing charges

against me for throwing him through that window.

Yeah. I got that impression.

Well, as a result, I'm gonna nail him

for drugging me and stealing my job.

And what's the point in that?

You're just gonna destroy each other's lives,

not to mention robbing me of my first legitimate job.

So even though you know what Michael and Taylor

did to me, you're still siding with him.

I'm not taking sides with anyone.

The truth is, I've moved out of the beach house.

I'm not even talking to Michael.

Good! Then you can throw in with me

and go after him. The first thing we need

is the password to his prescription files.

Look, I told you, I'm not taking sides.

Well, fine, then. Go back to your desk out there

and leave me alone.

Hi. I was just on my way to the hospital to go see Michael.

They're operating on him this morning,

and I talked to him earlier.

I got to tell you, he seemed really down.

And let me guess. You want me to go with you.

It could make a huge difference.

Please?

Someone should examine my head for this.

But all right. Let's go.

Just this once. I mean it.

Sure you do.

Coop: I'll be assisting Dr. Wilson.

It's a delicate procedure,

time-consuming, but there's no real danger.

Oh, you. This is wonderful.

I just thought you might like a little encouragement.

You did? What ever gave you that idea?

All I have to do is suck some ether,

say night-night,

and wake up with working hands.

So your spirits are okay?

Oh, high as a kite. Tell them, Coop.

I've been cracking jokes all morning.

Dr. Cooper, why don't we give them some privacy?

Megan, it means a lot, you being here.

Does it matter that I was lured with a lie?

Only if you walk away mad.

At this point, I think that's inevitable.

No, please, Megan. Don't go.

Listen, you got to tell me, uh,

what happened at the office.

Has Peter talked to you yet?

This morning, briefly.

He's gonna try to get you to testify

about the rage epilepsy, isn't he?

All right. If you really want to know,

Peter is putting a case together.

And he should because as awful as this business is with your hands,

what you and Taylor did was worse.

So you are going over to his side.

I knew it.

Damn it. I am not siding with anyone.

The truth is he has enough without me.

Just this morning, he was on your computer searching

for your prescription records.

That son of a bitch. Now, wait. Wait.

He couldn't get in without the password, all right?

And, no, I didn't give it to him.

Megan, listen to me.

You got to get in those files.

Delete them. All of them.

No. You know what? You do it when you get out.

No! There's no time.

You got to do it now. Listen!

Before he figures out the password.

Easy! Doctor!

Two CCs, pentothal. Start a drip going.

Right away, Doctor. Megan...

We're taking you in now, Michael.

Megan, please. Erase everything!

No backups! Megan, you hear me? Megan!

Don't worry. We'll take good care of him.

Don't ever lie to me again.

Here you go.

I'm heading home.

I've been crunching some numbers here.

Business is up 20% this week over last.

Great. Something on your mind?

Actually, yes.

It has to do with Taylor.

Wait. You know what?

I hope you had a change of heart about

this eviction thing, because I don't think

you got grounds to throw her out.

A court case is gonna drag on for months.

Because one thing I know about Taylor is that

she loves a good fight.

Oh, she just might get one.

See, this is what I'm talking about.

You're getting all worked up over a woman that I could care less about.

Look, she broke up with Peter, she moved in the building.

So what?

So she's pregnant.

Okay. She's pregnant. So what?

What do you want me to say?

I-I don't know. I thought you might have some reaction.

Sorry. I don't feel anything.

It just doesn't matter to me.

Cross my heart and hope to die.

You are impossible to fight with, you know that?

You want to have a fight? Well, you're gonna have

to bring me something much bigger than that.

We sound like an old married couple.

No, not quite.

And I still have to ask, your place or mine?

You know, now that you brought it up...

And? Hmm?

That key to my apartment.

No more waking me up when you get home late,

but you better.

I'll see if I can slip away early.

You do. I'll make it worth your while.

If that's Sydney's mail, I could help you go through it.

How come every time I turn around,

you're there?

Well, I work at the jazz club,

which you frequent, and we're neighbors.

Chances are pretty good we're gonna be running into each other.

So how much have you had to drink?

Why don't you just go to hell?

What?

You have got a lot of nerve, you know that?

Okay. I'm sorry about your wife, but it

doesn't give you the right to be rude to people.

I was just trying to help.

Well, I don't want it, okay?

Well, then just say it.

Don't tell me to go to hell.

I get angry when people talk to me like that.

And when I get angry, you don't want to get in my way.

I mean, don't act like you're the only one

who's ever lost someone.

I've had my share of hurt, too.

Pain. Heartache.

You name it, I've suffered it.

Okay.

All right. I would have been on

my honeymoon right now.

Sydney and I, you know, um,

we only made love a handful of times.

And on the last night before the wedding,

before she died, um...

we didn't make love.

You know, she didn't want to wreck

the honeymoon.

So I slept out here on...

On the couch,

dreaming about that first night,

what it would be like.

And would it be different

as husband and wife?

And-and all I want...

is to hold her in my arms again.

You can.

Your music is disturbing my customers.

We agreed, no volume limits after 10:00.

Fine.

What are you doing with this glass of wine?

Gee, I don't know, Kyle. Drinking it, perhaps.

I seem to remember you hitting

the old county McBride on occasion.

It numbs the pain.

You are coming with me.

Kyle, what are you doing?

Kyle, what is it?

Did you ever stop to read that sign out there

about alcohol and pregnancy?

Taylor, I don't care how depressed you are.

I am not gonna let you jeopardize that baby.

So, how did you find out that I was pregnant?

It couldn't have been from Peter.

Now, see, that's what I can't figure.

Hey, tell me, he finds out that you're pregnant

and then he throws you out of the house?

What kind of a jerk does something like that?

I don't know. A selfish one.

He didn't offer to marry you,

at least take care of the baby?

No.

Even a rat like him must have some sense of responsibility.

You'd think so, wouldn't you?

I got half a mind to go over there and kick his butt.

There's something else, isn't there?

What else did Peter do?

It's not Peter. In fact, he had every reason

to throw me out the way that he did, Kyle.

Because it's not his baby.

It's yours.

I guess now is when we have that "about last night" talk.

It didn't happen.

Sorry. From what I witnessed, plenty happened.

You know, I want you out of that bed

and out of this apartment.

This isn't the beginning of something.

This is the end.

Last night was about missing Sydney and being drunk

and hurting and wanting her back.

You can never be Sydney.

No one could ever be Sydney.

You just needed a warm body.

Good. You're catching on.

Well, it's my turn to say it.

Go to hell, Craig.

Jennifer, what's that all about?

Step one in a very long and involved plan.

And if you must know, it went beautifully.

Yeah!

I know you told me to stay away from you...

And I meant it. But we...

Peter, listen, this will make you happy.

You'll benefit.

Scram or I call the cops.

I want to do you a favor.

Would you just listen to me for a minute?

It's about Amanda.

Remember her? The love of your life.

You've got five seconds.

I'm pregnant again.

At least that's what I told Kyle.

Somehow he thought I was pregnant,

and he got all indignant when he

found out that's the reason you left me,

so rather than tell him the truth,

I just thought that I would...

Compound the lie?

Well, it gets worse.

I told him that it was his baby,

and that that's why you left me.

So can I come in now?

Please?

You need professional help, do you know that?

You've got to look at this

from my perspective, Peter.

I can't. I'm not that crazy.

When Kyle started being concerned about me...

The pregnancy, his baby...

It was the first sign of hope I'd had from a man

in a really long time.

Given what you've been through recently,

don't you think it might be an intelligent move

to just stay away from men for a little while?

I was going to and would have

if this opportunity hadn't leapt

into my lap this way.

How could you convince him that it's his child?

Wouldn't he naturally just think it was mine?

I told him it couldn't possibly be your child.

Because of your problem.

My problem?

Your sterility.

You've been sterile for years.

You told him that I'm sterile?

He was very sympathetic.

But I'm not sterile. And I'm gonna call him right now...

and tell him. No! You can't.

Peter, listen. Stop for a second.

Ask yourself this question.

Who is the one love of your life,

besides yourself and not including anyone

who's dead, like Beth?

Amanda, right?

Has been for as long as I've known you.

In fact, our whole relationship was

just your way of punishing Amanda.

So what if it was? Who cares?

I do because my obsession with you is just as warped

as your obsession with Amanda.

And in the end, I almost lost everything,

including Kyle.

So now you want him back? I think so.

And I think you want Amanda back, too.

And if this isn't the most golden opportunity

in the whole wide world,

then I don't know what is.

And all you have to do when Amanda and Kyle

come to you is corroborate my story.

And tell them that I'm sterile.

I don't want this to sound like blackmail, Peter,

but if you don't do this for me,

and, say, someone like the police come

and ask me questions about what you did to Michael

and what you were going to do to me

up on that lighthouse...

That's blackmail.

And even if I do go along with this,

you know, you've got a huge problem here

and that is that you are not pregnant,

and Kyle's gonna find out about it.

Well, in schemes such as these, I always figure

it's one step at a time.

At least that's what Michael taught me.

He has a gift for this, you know.

At least think about it.

Remember, when it works out, we both get what we want.

Michael's operation went fine.

All the signs indicate a full recovery.

Will Megan be visiting as well?

Ha ha! Yeah, sure. Somewhere around the same time

hell freezes over.

It's a complicated relationship,

that Liz Taylor/Richard Burton kind of deal.

Yeah. I would have suspected

the wandering eye deal.

Yeah. Relationships aren't exactly his forte.

Michael has this knack of swallowing up

a woman's individuality, then turning her

into a pawn in his harebrained plots.

In truth, Megan was the first one who ever stood up to him.

And survived.

My knack is the ability to sniff out

people with ulterior motives.

What's yours, Doctor?

Oh, where Michael's concerned?

Heh. Nothing ulterior about it.

He's the boss around here,

so I will kiss his butt any way I have to.

Here we are.

Nurse, where's Dr. Mancini?

It's the strangest thing.

He's just disappeared into thin air.

I'm calling security.

Michael, what are you doing here?

You just got out of surgery, didn't you?

There. Done.

I've deleted every file, every shred of evidence.

Now it's your word against mine.

You see, you cry drug-induced,

I cry attempted murder.

You're too late, Dr. Burns.

Actually you're the one who's a little bit too late.

You see, I...

I figured out your secret password.

C.O.S., chief of staff.

I mean, not very original but completely apropos.

You know what, Michael?

I'm gonna bury your butt with this.

Michael. Aah!

Not my hands! Not my hands!

How's it feel? That hurt, huh?

Oh, my God. Peter! God. Stop it.

Michael, give me that disk. Michael.

Give me the disk!

Michael, where is it!

What did you do with it? Get your hands...

There! Evidence destroyed!

Unless you backed it up, which I know you didn't,

or you wouldn't have fought so hard.

It's over, Peter, and you lose.

Yeah. Well, we'll see about that.

Uhh!

Lucky you came in when you did.

Yeah. I should have let you kill each other.

Oh, no. You've got blood on your hands.

Oh, man. I must have busted a stitch.

Well, come on. I'm taking you back to the hospital.

Easy, there. Easy.

Hey, you know, I really missed having you there

after I woke up... I mean after the surgery.

You better just keep those thoughts to yourself,

or I may just leave you here to bleed to death.

Not that it wasn't incredible,

but outside of "I've got to have you,"

you haven't said two words to me all night.

Not only are you intelligent and beautiful,

you come complete with radar.

I was gonna tell you this eventually anyway.

Well, you certainly softened up the beach.

That's the way you say it in military speak, right?

Right.

I ran into Taylor last night,

and I asked her about her condition.

She told me the real reason

that she and Peter broke up.

It's not Peter's child.

It's my child.

Evidently Peter is sterile,

and a couple of months ago

right before I threw her out and got divorced...

I can't believe you're buying this.

It doesn't matter, okay?

It doesn't make a difference.

No, I'm so sick of hearing you say that it doesn't matter.

It doesn't matter that she's moved in,

it doesn't matter that she's pregnant.

It doesn't matter that it's your child.

Amanda, get back in bed.

When I'm finished.

Amanda.

Where are you going?

Hold on.

One: I don't believe you're pregnant.

Two: I know it's not Kyle's.

Three: I'm gonna expose you.

Well, I'm just as sorry as hell, Amanda,

that the truth is so upsetting to you.

Lies. That's all this is, is just more lies.

Amanda, please stop it.

I can't get upset. The doctor warned me.

Well, I guess he didn't warn you

about half-crazed girlfriends either, did he?

Kyle: Look, Amanda, please get control of yourself.

Paternity tests. You ever hear of them?

You bet your butt that I'm gonna demand them.

And until I see those test results,

I'm not buying one word of this.

Good. You made your point. Let's go.

Well, I'll take any tests that Kyle wants.

All he has to do is ask.

And, Kyle, maybe you should tell Amanda

what you promised me,

that you would be supportive throughout my ordeal.

We'll work this out. Let's go.

I suggest that you do.

So, what do you know? It does matter.

Look, if that child is mine,

I'm not gonna desert it.

I think you should sleep at your own place tonight.

Ah, this place.

It really is home, isn't it?

Hey, Megan...

help me out here, will you?

Oh, man. This air will heal me

faster than anything...

except maybe having you by my side.

I don't live here anymore. I moved out.

But you drove me home.

Because nobody else would.

So this is all what, an act of charity?

No. The duty of a way too loyal employee.

Okay. Stop right there, okay?

Now, Megan, you know as well as I do,

you belong in this place.

This is pointless. I got to go.

Um, Megan, would you wait?

Listen...

Megan, look, I need you to drive me

back to the hospital.

Well, I thought I'd visit the troops, boost morale.

Oh, quit lying, Michael.

I know about the board meeting you called,

the one where you're going to destroy Peter,

and he's gonna destroy you.

Well, actually I was hoping

only for the first half of that. Needless to say,

that is the last place I will take you.

Look, why don't you be a big boy and just skip it?

Oh, this is the real reason you drove me back, huh?

So you could try talking me out of going?

You know what? That is a decision

that you have to make.

Oh, yeah? It's made. Peter's career is toast.

In that case, you'll have to call yourself a cab.

You know, it's ironic, isn't it,

that every time there's a bloodletting at Wilshire Memorial,

it ends up on your hands.

Hello, Amanda.

Hello.

Would you like to step into my office and...

I know that Taylor's pregnant.

I know that's why you and she broke up.

But what I need to know is if what Taylor said is true,

that you are, um... I believe the expression is

"shooting blanks."

Yeah. Yeah, it's true.

I'm sterile.

A bout of mumps when I was a kid.

I would have mentioned it

during our relationship,

but we never really discussed having children.

This is so unbelievable.

You know, with Kyle, I thought,

"Thank God. No complications,."

The first time I ever felt that.

Second time.

Even you can't fake what we had together.

I can forget. And I have.

No, you haven't.

I'm leaving now.

Since when did you ever have to ask permission?

Kyle's.

Taylor, this is Peter.

Amanda just left.

She bought the sterility story.

Oh! Thank you, Peter. That is great news.

And I hope you're getting what you want out of it, too.

I'm hating every second of this.

Fine. Then maybe you won't be interested in this,

but Kyle and Amanda are already fighting over this.

It was separate apartments last night.

Well, in case you forgot,

your little story has no chance

unless you're actually pregnant.

And don't come to me. I'm sterile, remember?

You okay?

Yeah. It's just, uh...

these little bouts of morning sickness.

Whew. For some reason, they're worse

in the afternoon.

Weird, huh?

Well, if there's anything I can do, you know,

with any of this, you know where to find me.

I just wish this wasn't causing so much friction

between you and Amanda, Kyle.

This has got nothing to do with my relationship with Amanda.

I'm gonna keep the two of them separate.

I hope that's possible, what with everyone

living so close together, you know.

You want any support from me,

you want any support at all,

you'd better not try to use this pregnancy.

My God, Kyle. How could you think I would ever

do something like that?

Because I used to be married to you.

Go away.

Craig, it's me. It's Sam.

You, especially, get out.

Didn't I make it clear at the funeral?

I don't think you understand.

The last thing I ever wanted to do was hurt Sydney.

I'm suffering, too, Craig,

just like you are.

I keep having these scary dreams about what happened.

And I keep seeing it over and over.

Maybe if we could just talk about it or...

My dreams are not about the accident.

They're about the honeymoon we never had.

Craig...

Get away from me!

Go.

This was a mistake. I'm sorry.

Wait. What are you... Where are you going?

You first.

Oh, no. After you. I insist.

Megan, what is this? Where is everyone?

Are we in the wrong room?

No. Right room, different agenda.

Have a seat, boys.

Sit.

Okay. First of all, I'm the one

who canceled the meeting.

On what authority?

Shut up, Michael. I canceled it.

Look, the board still has no idea

about the feud that is going on

between the two of you,

and I've decided it's going to stay that way

for your welfare and the welfare

of Burns-Mancini, a Medical Corporation.

Well, the lengths some people will go to to keep their job.

Megan: No, it's your job I'm saving.

Let's review the facts.

Fact number one: You both have acted

like insane, egocentric,

overly ambitious idiots.

And what if that's what we are, huh?

You ever thought of that?

Fact two: Through a nefarious plot

worthy of Satan,

Michael stole your job, Peter.

Fact three: Rather than go through the proper authorities,

you, Peter, tossed Michael through a window.

Now, the purpose of my being here today

is to negotiate a peace treaty.

Forget it. I'm not signing anything

until he gives me back my chief of staff job.

Oh, leaving me with squat? Just a pair of crippled mitts?

No way, Jose. You're paying for this.

Stop it, both of you, okay?

The solution is right here in front of you.

Michael, all you have to do is agree

to give Peter his job back

once your hands are healed.

Peter, in exchange for this,

all you have to do is keep Michael on

as partner, paying him equally

until he can operate again.

I am not giving up that job.

And why should I share my money?

Because the alternative sucks, that's why.

Look, if either one of you squeals,

the other one is finished, kaput.

Look, I have thought and I have thought about this, okay?

And this is your only chance.

Now, if you were real men,

you would stand up, you would shake on it,

and that would be the end of it,

your word being your bond.

And if we aren't real men?

Well, then I might have to turn you both in.

And to hell with it.

We'll all go up in flames.

Well, what do you know?

Peace at last.

Craig is totally out of control, right?

The clients are mad. The employees...

I am not in the ad business anymore, Billy.

It's a difficult transition, but I'm making it.

But you can see what kind of mess this is. But didn't I predict it?

When you and everybody else walked out, what did I tell you?

When you're through with the "I told you sos,"

can I tell you exactly why I'm here?

If it's to ask for forgiveness,

you're too late.

It's more than that.

I'm here on behalf of your ex-employees

to ask you to launch an unfriendly takeover

of Sky High Advertising.

It's gonna be a bloodbath, right?

But with what's left over you could start your own agency.

And we all know that we were...

wrong to have left, all right?

Yeah. Sure, you're tough.

Obviously that's what it takes to run an agency.

Just think about it. That's all we're asking.

No, you're asking me to go back to a world...

Which you love...

whether you want to admit it or not.

Even to just think about it,

I'll need access

to Sky High's current financial data.

It'll be on your doorstep first thing in the morning.

Thank you, Amanda.

And just so we're clear,

I haven't said yes to anything.

"Maybe" is just as good.

So, what did Billy want?

He's trying to get me to start my own ad agency,

raid Craig and then set up my own shop.

To tell you the truth, it sounds tempting.

And for years, that's all I dreamed of,

having my own company.

But there's a lot of risk involved.

Well, if there's even a chance, you got to roll the dice.

Oh, easy for you to say. I mean, you have this club.

Your dream came true.

HNo. This is only one of my dreams.

I still have a much more important...

and a far riskier one. Yeah?

Yeah. That you will be with me forever

and that you will trust me when I say

I'll be there for you forever.

I got to tell you, I've never been so in love

with anybody in my whole life.

That's the first time you've said those words to me.

I guess I was afraid you wouldn't feel them back.

I didn't want to risk it.

Hmm.

Well, go ahead. I dare you.

Risk it now.

I love you, Amanda.

I love you, too.

Dance with me, okay?

Before I start to cry.

Boy, I got to tell you, you got a great place here.

I'm loving it right by the ocean.

Oh, so go for it.

You're doing all right, aren't you?

You're an established doctor, good hospital.

Well, it's the financial part.

Listen, I've been hiding my assets for months.

Yeah, Ohio is not quite as fair-minded

as California when it comes to divorce.

And my ex-wife has launched a one-woman campaign

to, uh, well, bleed my dry.

Oh, yeah? What did she get you on?

Infidelity. Been there, done that.

And where's this other woman now?

It didn't work out.

Oh. Well, look, if you are shopping

for a practice where you can hide your money,

I've got one with Peter Burns.

Of course, we're having some difficulties right now.

But I got to say, a mediator's not a bad idea.

Hey, listen, I'd love the opportunity.

Well, let me think about it. I'll get back to you.

Hey, let me get that. Thanks.

Hi. Hey, Michael. Uh, Coop, right?

Right. Just finishing a house call.

Thanks, Michael. See you around, Taylor.

Bye.

Taylor. Hi.

You know, it's not very bright, you coming here.

The last fiasco almost cost me my hands.

Quit your bitching, Doctor.

It nearly cost me my life.

Oh, yeah? So how come you come out of this unscathed, huh?

There's not a mark on you.

He almost threw me off of a lighthouse.

If I hadn't said I was pregnant,

I'd be fish food right now.

Well, are you?

Pregnant, I mean. Of course not.

It was just a ruse to save my butt.

Peter figured it out, too,

but far enough down the line that he'd

already come to his senses.

Great. All's well that ends well.

You know, for a second there,

I thought you had come here

to involve me in another crazy scheme.

Well, actually, I have.

Well, with all this faking pregnancy stuff,

Kyle somehow got wind of it.

So now I've told him I'm pregnant with his child.

That's why I need you to find me a sperm bank

with the right model sperm so I can impregnate myself.

Secretly, of course.

And I need your help with the withdrawal and deposit.

And I figure if you can give Peter a disease,

then you can just as easily make me pregnant, right?

And now you're going to blackmail me, aren't you?

Well, Michael, I am the only one who knows what you did to Peter.

Uh-huh, but Peter and I have resolved our issue.

I was kind of thinking about the hospital board of directors.

In spite of, you know, any deal you've worked out with Peter,

I bet they'd be pretty darn shocked

to know how you became chief of staff.

All right. All right.

I'll find you your sperm.

Oh, Michael! You are the best.

Mwah. I'll wait for your call.

Remember, time is of the essence.

Okay.

Oh, I see Kyle's got you doing the books now.

That's a very good idea.

You've always had a very good head for business, Amanda.

Well, actually, I was thinking of starting my own ad agency.

The problem is, the only way I can swing it is if I go small.

Oh. That is a problem.

Well, you know what I mean, then.

Oh, sure. I mean, what is the point

if you're not gonna be the biggest and the best, right?

Right.

I mean, that is one thing that I've always loved about you,

is that take no prisoners philosophy.

You know, win at all costs.

I mean, unless, of course, you've recently developed a...

a fear of failure.

You know, for a second,

I thought you'd developed a personality,

but I guess it just must be the booze talking.

No, no, no. Mineral water.

Well, think about it. I mean, what's the point?

Why piddle around with some little ad agency

when you're destined to build an empire?

Good night, Peter.

Good night.

Now you're gonna die the same way Sydney did.

I-I'm sorry.

I'm so sorry.

No. No, I deserve it for what I did.

I killed her.

You didn't do anything.

It was my fault. I couldn't save her.

But it happened so quickly.

All I had to do was go up to her

and push her out of the way.

No, no. It wasn't possible.

I should have just yelled.

She would have looked over.

Oh, please, Craig.

You can't blame yourself or her.

We have to stop this.

Both of us.

I'm sorry.

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