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Kyle.

Kyle?

Are you here?

Oh!

No kiss on the cheek? "I'll see you later?"

Hi, you got a second?

Not really, I'm in the middle of a relationship emergency.

Well, I got a real one, okay.

Sam's taken off. I have no idea where she's gone.

I was out all night looking for her

at bus stations, union station, called all the airlines.

I wish I could help, but as you can see,

I'm not dressed for detective work.

Well, did she tell you anything?

Did she leave a forwarding address?

Sorry, not a peep, no piece of paper.

You know, you look like hell.

You should make sure you get some rest

before our ribbon cutting ceremony.

Thanks for your concern.

Oh, come right in.

I don't think that there's anything ruder in the world

than sneaking out of a woman's bed in the middle of the night.

Not only is it rude, it is immature.

I expect better from you.

Coffee?

No!

Do you wanna tell me what's going on?

Nothing, I just decided to get an early start on the day.

You got a busy day, too, right?

Some big powwow with Baines, all about the money

that he's stuffing into your pockets.

For God's sake, of all the people

for you to be jealous of,

you chose that New York finance hound?

You wanna call him names, go ahead.

He's your friend.

Listen to me, I have fallen for you.

I tried to resist, but you just kept coming at me

until I couldn't say no.

So, I let you in.

Now that you're there, you're not backing out.

Do you understand?

Yeah.

But you understand this.

I don't share.

There's only room for one in my life,

and that's you.

♪ ♪

Oh! So, how do you feel?

Let's see... surprised.

Especially seeing as you never called me

the morning after we met at the hotel.

I was scared.

Confused.

But I don't regret this.

Do you? No, no.

I hardly know you and I am...

I'm just out of an extremely painful and messy marriage.

You know, I'm sorry.

And I'm sorry that we have to keep this thing a secret,

but Coop can't find out about this.

At least not until the financial settlements

are finalized.

This may be none of my business,

but according to Coop,

money's the last thing that you need.

So, why the fight?

Let me guess.

He called me a money-grubbing wretched bitch from hell?

Yeah, something like that.

What I am is a loyal wife and friend,

who put her husband through medical school.

I loved him.

I stayed up nights listening to him complain

and bolstering his confidence.

I made his meals, I rubbed his back,

I made sure that he got his dream.

And when he did, when he finally became

this all-powerful doctor,

he fell in love with someone else.

And he lied, and he cheated,

and he tore my heart out.

So, you know what, I think he owes me something.

Maybe you don't. Maybe you just think

I'm the bitch he says I am.

Hey, hey, listen.

My thoughts are my own.

And I don't care what he says about you.

Make love to me.

♪ ♪

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♪ ♪

Where have you gone, my angel?

I think I'm going blind again staring at the sun

I'm home all alone with your halo.

Something makes me feel that I'm not.

The only one.

Has anyone seen my angel?

I guess she walked away from heaven.

To have some fun.

Where will she be tomorrow?

Is anybody else going blind.

Staring at the sun?

Where have you gone, my angel?

I think I'm going blind again.

Staring at the sun

I'm home all alone with your halo.

Something makes me feel...

Hello, Craig.

Mr. Andrews.

My God. Um...

Hello. How are you?

No better than you, I imagine.

Mind if I...

Please, come on in, of course.

I just got up.

What are you doing here?

I mean, in L.A.

Partly a business trip, but more than that.

I was drawn back to the place that took

my daughter from me.

Sydney's death has changed everything in my life.

I'm sure you feel the same way.

Yes, I do.

Your daughter made me whole,

and I will never forget her.

Sydney's mother and I were talking about you,

and we thought we should give you this.

Craig?

Everything all right?

No, it sure as hell isn't.

Wait a minute, you don't understand, she's...

Oh!

Mr. Andrews.

Uh... oh, no!

Do I know you?

I'm Jennifer Mancini, Michael's sister.

We met at Jane's wedding.

I spilled cake on you.

Of course, I was much younger then.

This isn't...

This is breakfast. I was bringing breakfast.

Jennifer, please, just go.

No, don't bother.

I'll leave.

It's nice to see you've gotten over

your memories so quickly, Craig.

I'm sure you'll be very happy.

♪ ♪

I'm sorry, Craig.

It's not your fault, Jennifer.

It's me.

I just keep losing.

Kate over phone: Kate's Crab House.

Is Mrs. Reilly there, please?

This is Kate Reilly.

Mrs. Reilly, hi, this is Billy Campbell.

I'm a friend of your daughter, Samantha.

Is she there by any chance?

Billy Campbell, huh?

No. Please.

I'm sorry, I don't know where she is.

Please, Mrs. Reilly, if she's not there,

do you know of some other place she might have gone?

No, I don't.

Leave her alone, Billy. That's what she wants.

You did the right thing, sweetheart.

Okay. We ready? Yeah.

Hey. Hey.

May I have everyone's attention, please?

I have always dreamed of opening my own ad agency,

and today, thanks to Eric Baines,

that dream has become a reality.

As you all are aware,

there isn't a more stylishly intelligent,

beautifully ruthless businesswoman in L.A.

than Amanda Woodward.

I pride myself on having discovered her talent

eight years ago in new York.

I taught her everything I knew.

And now, she's teaching me

how much single-mindedness,

guts, and sheer will it takes to strike out on your own.

So, let's open Amanda Woodward advertising

and get to work.

Hi, what are you doing here?

We're roommates, remember?

At least temporarily. Unless you've changed your mind.

No, no, I just thought you'd be at the beach house.

You know, now that you and Michael had your wild weekend.

Oh, it was a wild weekend,

but we have a lot of work to do

before I move back into the beach house.

I'm not sure I completely trust him yet.

And, you know, sleeping with him clouds my judgment.

What is all this?

Mm, I'm trying to find out where.

Sydney's father is staying.

See, he showed up out of nowhere

at Craig 's apartment this morning.

I don't know why, to, like, grief bond or something.

Anyway, unfortunately, I was there

wearing basically nothing,

and Mr. Andrews got all bent out of shape,

and then Craig went into a tailspin again,

just when he was getting back some fight.

So, I've got to find Mr. Andrews,

get him to be nice to Craig,

so that Craig could get back on his feet,

call his contacts, and be the huge, honking success

that I know he can be.

And then I can marry a billionaire.

Oh, gosh! If you only had a plan.

Take it from me, we Mancinis don't wait

for things to happen, we make them happen.

If I were you, I'd get out to that beach house

and make sure Michael stays happening with you.

I'm just not in the mood to force the issue.

He can come to me.

Your choice.

I'm late for work.

You got a minute? Just.

We're all working late tonight and no one wants

to be here until sunrise.

Yeah, not me, I'm afraid.

I talked with Samantha's mother in Maryland today.

And Sam's definitely staying there.

I could just hear it in her mom's voice.

So, I'm gonna catch the red-eye out right now.

Oh, Billy, that's out of the question.

You have to staff our entire art department.

There are resumes to go through,

client meetings to prepare.

I'm not asking for permission.

I'm taking the personal days which I have

in my contract, okay?

I'm going. Fine, go.

If you're not back in 72 hours, you're fired.

You can't do that.

Watch me.

What are you doing here, Taylor?

Well, I just wanted to thank you again

for getting me pregnant.

Um, Taylor, like I told you before, okay.

It's still too early to tell.

A mother knows.

Uh-huh. Fine.

Well, then, if you're through thanking me, goodbye.

But I'm not though.

As much as I love Kyle and want him back,

I wish I could have that single feeling again,

just one more time.

It's so free, and spontaneous, and uncomplicated.

Uh-uh. I'm telling you, I'm not interested.

No way, Taylor, okay?

Oh, come on, it could be our swan song.

No one's gonna know. I'll know.

Oh, Mike. Taylor...

Please? Pretty please?

It's gonna be a long time before I get that thing

with Kyle worked out.

Probably until after I deliver.

And that is a long, long time to go without...

you know, especially for a girl like me.

And you're just... you're so good.

So good.

Yeah, and I know I am.

But look, we just shouldn't do this.

It's wrong.

Oh, but it's so much fun.

♪ ♪

Michael?

Oh, you are such a slob.

Megan. Uh... Oh, my God!

You are really a sad, disgusting human being.

Oh! Megan, wait!

I can explain.

Oh, no! No!

No, what did I do? Why did I do this!

Oh, she'll forgive you. She always does.

Oh, no, not this time.

You know, I was just turning over

a new leaf in therapy.

Megan was just starting to trust me again.

Now this!

God! After I promised I wouldn't lie to her anymore.

Wait a minute.

That's what I gotta do.

I gotta tell her the truth.

What truth is that?

The pregnancy truth.

That you're only interested in me as a sperm donor.

Oh, no, you don't.

If you tell Megan, then Kyle will find out,

and he will completely freak,

and I will lose him forever.

Well, that's too damn bad, isn't it?

You listen to me, you two-bit Italian snake.

You breathe one word of this birthing plan of ours to Megan,

and I will make up things to tell her

that will ruin your life forever.

You told me that she's always been a whore to you.

You told me that you were just using her

until you could find somebody with class.

You told me that the only time you ever had it good

after old, dead Kimberly was with me.

Am I clear?

Don't answer it. It could be Mike.

Hi, it's Jennifer.

Leave you message after the beep. So?

Michael, on phone: Hello, Megan, are you there?

Come on, honey, I can explain why I was in bed with Taylor.

Oh, my God! You're kidding!

Michael: Come on, if you don't pick up, I'm coming over.

Well, if you do, smart guy, I'll be long gone.

It's always polite to call first,

but I figured if that didn't work...

Oh, you thought you would just barge right in?

Well, go to hell! Ow!

Michael, stop it, this is nutso time.

Megan, please, let me explain this to you, okay.

She forced herself on me.

Oh, and you couldn't say no?

I tried, honey, like crazy I tried.

But you saw me.

My eyes, my slurred speech.

Didn't you notice anything odd?

No, there's nothing odd about a look

of total shock and surprise, Michael.

Megan, I was drugged.

She slipped something into my drink.

Look, I know that sounds ludicrous,

but the woman does have a history.

Kyle's Marine buddy, Peter with his rage epilepsy.

The woman's obviously out of control.

No, the only thing out of control is your testosterone.

We're finished, Michael, and I really mean it this time.

♪ ♪

Ernie!

Whoo-hoo!

Look at you, all grown up. Mmm-mmm!

Ernie, you just don't change.

Where were you yesterday?

I was looking for you everywhere.

Your mother told me you were working here.

I told her I didn't believe it.

At least not permanently, anyway.

I'm not sure yet. My life's kind of a mess.

I needed to, I don't know, get back in touch with things.

As you can see, not much changed around here.

Same old crabs.

And here comes one of the biggest ones of them all.

You know, one of these days

I'm gonna wise up and fire you, Ernie.

Sam, we got some hungry customers out there.

On my way.

♪ ♪

What are you looking at?

Nothing.

Nothing at all.

Here you go, boys.

J.D., let me know if that's spicy enough for you.

Okay, sure will, darling.

What can I get for you?

Well, I guess a taco would be out

of the question, huh?

You shouldn't have come here.

Well, we need to talk.

I left a note.

Yeah, which didn't explain anything.

What's there to explain?

I left you, I moved home.

I'm sorry you wasted the plane ticket.

So all of this, everything,

is about the marriage proposal, isn't it?

Never mind that that was the most embarrassing

moment of my life.

The hard truth is it woke me up.

I don't belong there, I never did.

This is my home.

This was your home.

The home of a little girl.

You are a woman now, okay?

You're not the kid of some water woman.

You still feel something.

Is that so bad?

So, this is Billy?

You must be Sam's mom. I'm Billy Campbell.

We reserve the right to refuse service to anyone.

So, I suggest you get your city butt off the premises.

Now.

Maybe it's better if you do.

I'm gonna be over at the Ramada

if you change you mind.

And if you don't,

then I'll just keep coming back,

again and again, for as long as it takes.

Table five is waiting for their food.

Mr. Andrews.

I called every hotel in the city to find you.

Craig doesn't know that I'm here,

but I had to tell you that the physical stuff between us,

what you saw the other morning.

It only happened because of all the pain that.

Craig's been feeling over losing Sydney.

I was just another shoulder to cry on.

A port in the storm.

Somewhere to hang his hat.

Young lady, I have two day left

on this business trip, then I'm going home.

I never wanna see you or Craig again.

Mr. Andrews, I know you're hurting.

I mean, who wouldn't be?

You lost a daughter, for God's sake.

But you have to realize that

Craig lost the only woman he's ever really loved,

and all he's doing now is trying to rebuild his life.

Don't try to compare our feelings.

With Sydney's death, I lost a piece of myself.

Yeah, well, he lost half of himself.

His better half.

Craig has realized that moving on

is what Sydney would've wanted him to do.

And maybe I'm nuts, but I think

that's what she would've wanted you to do, too.

We've only got so many years

on this crazy planet, Mr. Andrews,

and I'm thinking ticked off and angry...

is a waste of that precious time.

Just my opinion, of course.

You do what you want.

Coop: God, don't you ever give up?

Not until you stop playing this ridiculous game of hide and seek.

Look, if for one minute you think I'm enjoying this,

you're dead wrong.

Coop: Don't you get it?

I'm trying to start a new life here, a new beginning.

Do you have any idea how difficult you're making it?

Well, I'm hoping very difficult.

Look, I am broke, Lexi, all right? I'm broke.

When are you gonna get it through your thick head? There is no money.

I'm sorry. Everything okay in here?

Yes, everything's fine, Dr. Burns.

I'll instruct my attorneys to proceed

with no regards for your position or your privacy.

As they say, this is war.

You know, I think she means it.

Yeah, who asked you?

Hey, just in time for happy hour.

Oh, it'll have to be half an hour.

I've got a pile of copy at home.

She's been like this for a couple of days now.

Won't talk to anybody, just mopes around.

It's beginning to be a problem.

Oh, I'd look on that as a miracle.

Man: Yo! Yo, cap!

Ah, the band arrives.

I'll be right back.

So, Kyle tells me you're going through a tough time.

It's not job-related, I hope.

Then, heaven forbid, you might have to quit.

You're not that lucky.

No, it's man trouble.

And before you sock me, I'm not talking about Kyle.

Oh, well, that would leave Craig.

I can't believe I'm saying this,

but your celibacy solution

might actually have some merit.

Maybe if I'd been less aggressive, I don't know.

Michael and I have the same damn problem,

and no solution.

I thought Megan and Michael worked out their problems.

Sure, until he hopped into bed with Taylor.

Taylor and Michael?

Yeah, Megan walked in on them.

Oh!

Wait, where you going?

I knew from the beginning

that slut wasn't carrying your baby.

The truth is, you've been taking her word for it.

For all you know it could be Michael's baby,

it could be anyone's baby.

She has got to take a paternity test. Period.

I agree, okay, but I will handle it.

I'm trusting you to take care of the Eric situation,

you trust me to handle Taylor.

Guess that means happy hour is over.

Hey, baby.

Throw on an apron, I could use the help.

Cut the crap, Taylor.

Is it true that you've been having sex with Mancini?

Who told you that? I'm not going there with you.

You tell it to my face right now,

or I will get Megan on the line.

Okay, it's true.

You know what, you make me sick sometimes.

I want a paternity test right away.

Kyle, this baby is yours. You have my word on it.

Yeah, what word is that? Liar, schemer, or just plain desperate?

You know, you've been listening to Amanda too much.

As for Michael, there is an explanation.

Oh, tell it to somebody who cares.

Until you get that test, we got nothing to say to each other.

Amanda: Thanks for seeing me on such short notice.

No problem.

I was thinking about you.

Ah!

Can I get you a drink? I'm having one.

I've been thinking about you, too.

That's why I called.

I need to, for lack of a better word,

unburden myself.

I know why you moved to L.A.

And I thought I made myself clear years ago,

when I turned you down.

There's never gonna be anything more between us

than business, Eric.

♪ ♪

Uh, Amanda, that was... that was years ago.

As for coming to L.A.,

I'm keeping tabs on my investment.

Could I do it by phone? Yeah, I suppose so.

If I trusted you enough.

Well, I'm relieved.

Well, good.

And if your ego's bruised, then I apologize.

Besides, you already got a man.

A good man, I think. Yes.

Kyle seems very down to earth.

It's important to have a partner

who's different from you.

You know, works in a different world,

travels in different circles.

We own a business together.

Huh.

I thought he worked for you.

Wonder where I got that idea.

I wouldn't know.

Well, I really should be going.

No, no, no, no, come on, what's your rush?

Relax, let me call room service, order us some dinner.

Actually, I'm not very hungry, but thanks.

Well, thanks for coming by.

Hope you feel better now.

Never better.

I'll show myself out.

Woman, on phone: Room service.

Room service, this is Mr. Baines in 702.

Yes, sir. Let's make that dinner for one, all right?

Yes, sir.

And cancel the champagne.

Yes, sir.

♪ ♪

People who dine alone die younger,

did you know that?

It's just a little statistic that's very popular

in the restaurant business.

What do you want?

If you're here to ruin my life, you can't,

because you already have.

Kyle found out about us.

Not the sperm donor part, but the sex part.

And now he's going bonkers on me,

and he's demanding a paternity test on my baby.

But you don't have a baby.

Well, that's why I can't have a paternity test.

That's why I'm here.

Because you're gonna be a prince

and fake the test results for me.

First of all, not a chance.

Second of all, you have to wait at least a month

before an amniocentesis can be performed.

A month? I can't wait that long.

Kyle is already falling more

under Amanda's spell every day.

I need him to believe that this baby is his.

Well, then, you're out of luck.

Actually, so am I,

since Megan didn't believe

the "Taylor drugged me" story.

The what story?

Well, I told her you drugged me and...

that you forced me to have sex with you.

No wonder she didn't believe it.

It's the most ridiculous story I've ever heard.

Okay, so you're a better liar than I am.

I'll put you up for a medal.

Hey, wait a minute. What?

That's it.

Megan didn't believe me,

but if you went and told her...

I'd get the same laugh that you got.

No, I'm betting you're a better liar than that.

In fact,

you know what? What?

I'll make a deal with you.

You do this for me,

and I'll see what I can do about

dummying up that paternity test.

We'll, uh, fudge on the dates.

Anyway, a jarhead like Kyle wouldn't know amnio from olio.

You lie for me and I lie for you,

and everybody wins.

Exactly.

Oh, it's wonderful, Michael.

Ooh!

Thank you.

A million times thank you.

I love this.

Just love this.

What are you doing here?

I thought I'd try working in your world for a while.

Who knows, maybe I'll like it

and decide to stay.

You better take some seasick medicine first.

How did you get so wet?

I fell in the water.

You don't mean this.

This is just a marketing campaign to sell yourself.

You've been an ad man too long.

You know what, I'm not afraid to try something new.

How about you? Or did you just think that

hiding out here at your mom's place

is gonna save you from the big, bad world?

Time to pay the man, Samantha.

I'll take care of this.

Give me a hand with this?

Sure.

So, how long have you known Sam?

Only most of her life.

I'm trying to get her to come back to L.A. with me.

She told me.

So you think she'll stay?

Well, her mother does.

And, what, Kate runs her life?

No.

But Samantha 's kind of confused right now,

and her mother has very strong opinions

on the matter.

This is kind of like a second chance for Kate.

How so?

Well, Samantha 's father, he's crazy, mean.

Yeah, I met him.

Made their life hell.

So, Kate wants what?

To do Sam's childhood over until she gets it right?

No, just to protect her this time around,

like she didn't last time.

She doesn't need to protect her from me.

From what Sam says, she doesn't need much

of anything from you.

Samantha: Let's go, Ernie.

I won't hurt you.

You already have.

Mr. Andrews.

Hello, Craig, I'm glad I found you here.

Um, come on in, please, sir.

No, I'm on my way to the airport.

I can only stay a minute.

But I didn't wanna leave without giving you this.

It's from Sydney.

What is it?

An insurance check.

Part of a family policy I took out

when the girls were little.

I don't understand.

My wife and I were the beneficiaries, but...

if you look at the back, I endorsed it over to you.

Why?

Because my daughter loved you very much.

I can't accept this.

What you do with this is your decision, son.

You were Sydney's husband.

She meant to share her life with you.

Doesn't seem right to hold this back

just because you were torn apart so soon.

But this is meaningless without her.

Maybe you can give it meaning.

So,

keep the check, son.

Wait.

After what you saw the other morning,

what made you decide that I deserve this?

I realized it was time

we both got on with our lives.

That was Amanda. She's running late.

When some guy named Eric shows up,

she said to tell him she'll be here any minute.

Right. We wouldn't want Mr. Big cooling his heels

for too long.

Oh!

Do I detect a male energy shield going up here?

No, it's just this guy's making a play for Amanda

and she's being totally naive about it.

Yeah, that's Amanda.

Naive from head to toe.

Kyle, hey, I'm supposed to meet...

Right, she will be here in just a minute.

Meantime, why don't you have a drink on the house.

I'm gonna go make some phone calls.

Thank you.

So, what will it be?

Uh, give me your best dry martini, straight up.

Haven't seen you around before.

That's right.

Checking the place out?

That's right, too.

Well, we've got great music, great drinks,

and great women.

What are you looking for?

A ride back to the hotel, actually.

But I think Amanda has that covered.

Oh, nice work, Casanova.

So, will she be spending the night with you there?

Well, she'll just have to take a number

and get in line, now won't she?

Hey, sorry I'm late. Hey.

Why don't we grab a table?

I wanna show you some spreadsheets.

Actually, you know,

I've made some other plans, I'm afraid.

So, if you could just give me a lift back to my place.

Sure.

Amanda, we still on for dinner?

Oh, you know what? Um, go ahead without me.

I've got to run some numbers by Eric,

and I'm not sure how late I'll be.

I'll be here.

So will I.

♪ ♪

What do you want here?

To apologize.

And to ask you not to blame Michael for what happened.

No? And why is that?

Let me guess, he was suffering from sex epilepsy.

I know you have every reason to be mad,

but just hear me out.

This isn't easy for me.

I have a problem and I'm seeking

professional help for it.

What kind of problem?

I'm a sexual compulsive.

I can't control my carnal urges,

and with Michael's resemblance to Kyle...

well, sort of resemblance.

I just couldn't stop myself. I had to have him.

This is pathetic, Taylor.

I don't care about your mental disturbance.

The only thing that concerns me is Michael cheating.

But it's not his fault.

I drugged him into having sex with me.

With what, Spanish fly?

No, some barbiturate.

I don't know the exact pharmaceutical name.

Uh-huh, and where did you get that?

Did you steal it from the hospital?

Or did Michael prescribe it for himself?

I had some leftover.

From when you drugged Peter?

Yeah, he was really hyper-sexed

during that little episode, wasn't he, Taylor?

He was...

Know what, he was unconscious

the whole night, okay?

That's what barbiturates do.

What did Michael pay you to come in here

and give me this third-rate performance?

Okay, so maybe I didn't drug him.

Maybe I just seduced him in a weak moment for both of us.

But it was a one-time thing, Megan.

Michael loves you.

You know what? You can keep him.

I don't want him.

♪ ♪

Now, this is a chunk of change.

Can I get my check back now?

Oh, sure.

Sorry.

So, what did Sydney's father say,

exactly, when he gave you the check?

He said that I should honor Sydney's memory

by getting on with my life.

Go, Mr. Andrews.

That is the absolute best advice

anyone could give you.

So?

Don't keep me in suspense.

Lay it on me.

What are you planning to do with the rest of your life?

I may have an MBA, but all my business adventures

have added up to one big bust.

Correction. Two big busts.

Amanda Woodward.

And as far as I'm concerned, she's responsible for

any bumps in the road that you may have encountered.

Okay, so maybe advertising isn't your thing.

There's public relations,

and stocks and bonds, and real estate,

and direct marketing.

Jennifer, you just helped me make my decision.

I did? Yeah.

Thanks to you, I'm not gonna do anything

with that insurance money.

In fact, I'm not gonna do anything. Period.

From now on, I'm a man of leisure.

I don't know what to say.

Just say that you'll be happy for me.

Go away.

This is a party of one, and you are not invited.

Listen, Megan, I know I've made some mistakes.

All right, I've been a dog.

But, you know, since you left me,

I've had time for some serious introspection.

I don't like what I've become.

And I know I've said this before,

but I'm willing to change.

No, Megan, I really mean it this time.

I'll go into therapy. Whatever.

Just tell me what you want, and I'll do it.

Let's be honest, Michael,

nothing short of a brain transplant

could make you change who you are.

You can insult me all you want, honey.

I still love you.

Yeah.

I suppose that's why I found you

in bed with another woman.

Since when is "forgive and forget"

a one-way street?

At least I knew Taylor's name.

Don't go there.

If I can forget all the hundreds

of nameless guys you slept with

when you were nothing but a high-class hooker,

then you can sure as hell forget about Taylor.

I don't have to listen to this.

No, no, no, you're my wife, damn it.

Let go, you're hurting me!

No, we're gonna work this out...

Hey, the lady said let her go. Back off.

Who the hell are you? This is not your fight.

You wanna beat him up, Mancini, take it outside.

Michael, just go. You're embarrassing yourself.

Fine. What the heck?

I don't want any trouble with Prince Valiant here.

But if there is a next time, I will take it outside.

You better make sure there's a priest standing by.

You okay?

Yeah, thanks.

Next round's on me.

Hit it, guys.

I don't know what to say, except thanks for

coming to my rescue.

You're welcome.

So that wild man is your husband, huh?

Yeah, I'm filing for divorce.

Glad to hear it.

I'm Eric Baines.

I'm Megan Mancini.

Actually, just Megan.

Everything he just said about me,

you know, it's true.

Uh, well...

I did six months in juvie hall

for kiting bad checks.

It doesn't define who I am today.

And who are you?

Just a guy who'd like to have a drink with you.

Go get him, Megan.

We're closed.

Sign out there says you're open till 10:00 pm.

9:45.

I'd like an order of crab cakes and a draft.

You can join me if you want.

Boy, you didn't get the message, did you?

I got a message for you, Mrs. Reilly.

I'm not leaving here without your daughter.

She's not in love with you. Not anymore.

That's what you'd like to believe, isn't it?

'Cause that eases your conscience.

I don't have a problem with my conscience.

Can you say the same?

At least I want what's best for Samantha.

I'm not trying to hold on to her

because I failed the first time around.

I'm not gonna listen to you tell me

what a bad mother I was.

I'm right, aren't I?

That's what this is all about.

It's about you not being there for her

when she was growing up.

About you not protecting her from that dirtbag,

poor excuse of a father.

I'm right. Admit it.

Get off my property.

Or what? You're gonna shoot me?

I will do whatever it takes to protect Sam from you.

She doesn't need you to protect her.

What she needs is to get away from you

so you don't destroy her life for the second time.

Mom? Oh, my God! Stop it!

Stop it!

Put down the gun.

I won't let him hurt you, Sam.

I'll never let any man ever hurt you again.

I know that, and I'm okay, because he's going back to L.A.

Right, Billy?

Sam... Just go, Billy. Please.

Can't you see what she's doing?

Just leave us alone.

This is what you really want?

You can put the gun down, Kate.

You won.

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