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Lexi: Oh, Peter.

I'm gonna quit.

I am. I'm gonna... Shh, shh, shh.

I'm just gonna dump the pills and I'm...

I'm gonna quit cold turkey. I swear.

You just need to get some rest.

Everything else can wait until morning.

Wait, wait. Where are you going?

I have some paperwork I've got to finish.

No, no, no. You have to stay with me.

I need you. Please.

What you need is sleep. Okay?

Go on.

I'll come to bed soon, I promise. Okay?

Okay. I promise. Go on.

Hey!

Hey, hey. Leave me al...

No, no. It's all right. It's all right.

It's all right. I'm a doctor.

You understand? I'm a doctor.

I can help you. What happened?

I don't know.

I was just walking in the street,

minding my business,

and a car comes barreling around the corner...

and it hits me.

You have a possible fracture here.

I'm gonna need to call an ambulance.

Do you remember anything else?

Who was driving the car?

What color the car was?

What type?

No. It was too dark, and it happened so fast.

There's been an accident.

I need an ambulance as soon as possible.

Hey, wait. Now that I'm thinking,

I remember something.

It wasn't a man driving. It was a woman.

A woman with long hair was driving the car.

Sir? Hello?

Yes, a man has been struck. A hit-and-run accident

on Ocean Way between Pier and Moonstone.

We'll send someone right away.

Thank you.

♪ ♪

♪ ♪

♪ I've always had a thing for you ♪

♪ When you weren't looking, I would check you out ♪

♪ As you walked by ♪

♪ I turned, and you looked at me ♪

♪ I felt this crazy feeling ♪

♪ I knew I would have you to myself ♪

♪ Oh, no, you can't be serious ♪

♪ I'll swear you are delirious ♪

♪ Boyfriend, you better tell your girlfriend ♪

♪ We're not just friends ♪

♪ I need a new boyfriend... ♪

♪ Boyfriend, you better tell your girlfriend... ♪

Good morning.

Oh. I missed you so much.

Missed waking up to you.

Let's never be apart again.

The past is the past.

Now make love to me forever.

Ah, your wish is my command.

Oh, forget it. Forget it.

Oh, just my luck.

The last person I'd want to see first thing in the morning.

Well, no need to pull your gun out again.

I'm not armed. Just came to give you this.

It's our attorney's number.

You know, Kyle's and mine.

Your lawyer needs to call him to draw up

the transfer of ownership papers for the jazz club.

You signed your share back to Kyle

on a piece of junk mail,

which isn't exactly legally binding,

and I want everything on the up and up

seeing as I'm going to buy your share out

and become Kyle's new partner.

Oh, and don't worry.

I'll tell Kyle that everything's on track.

Of course, I'm gonna see him soon enough

now that we're gonna own two businesses together.

In fact, these days, hardly a moment goes by

that we don't spend together.

Too bad for Kyle.

Hey, where you been?

Oh, out watering the lawn.

Looks like it's dying.

That's what I love about you...

You're not afraid to do manual labor,

get your hands dirty.

Well, it's not that I like doing it.

I'm doing it because it needs to be done.

Yeah.

What's this?

I poured my pills down the sink.

All of them.

I'm turning over a new leaf.

No more drugs, no more alcohol.

Truth is that I'm really ashamed that I ever

showed you that side of me.

And I'm so sorry for what I put you through.

You deserve better, Peter.

It's all right.

Lexi, you're dealing with your problem.

I mean, that's a terrific start,

and I'm very, very proud of you.

I'm just not good with rejection.

But, I'll get better.

But I was thinking about going into rehab.

You know, help me get back on my feet

and confront my problems.

I don't want to burden you with them.

You are not a burden. You're a strong woman,

and we'll tackle this thing together.

Rehab's an option down the line.

Just, Peter, you're at work all day,

and me, I'm home alone here.

I get anxious, you know? I need something to do.

Well, you talked about decorating the condo.

Hmm? I mean, it'll keep you busy.

You'll be doing something you love.

Yeah, I don't want to be a charity case.

If I'm gonna work, I'm gonna get a real job

with a design firm. Great!

I say go for it.

Oh. Hmm?

What do I have to do?

Rob a bank to get you to walk away from me?

I'm afraid you're stuck with me, okay, kid?

Besides, it's my condo.

If I walked away, who'd pay the mortgage?

Megan?

Megan, it's me. I need to talk to you!

Megan!

You want to talk to me, talk to me through the window.

I am not opening this door.

Aw, come on, Megan. Look, I brought you roses.

I cut myself on the thorns, too.

Oh... okay.

Fine. Uh...

listen, Megan, I, uh...

I came here to apologize for lying to you.

Which lie? There have been so many, Michael.

Are you sorry for lying to me about sitting by my bedside

when I was in a coma, or are you sorry for telling me

I was much sicker than I really was, or are you sorry...

All right, all right. Look, I only did what I did

because I love you.

No, Michael, you did it to keep me your prisoner.

You would do anything to keep me under your control.

It was only because of Coop.

Hey, I thought Peter was a snake.

Coop's even worse.

He's forcing himself into your life

just to tick me off.

Oh, so he didn't sit vigil by my bedside

because he cared about me.

He did it because he wanted to make you angry.

You know, it's always about you, isn't it, Michael?

The jerk is out to get me, Megan.

Some kind of plan to bring about my total destruction.

I mean, he's suing me

for stealing the Mancini glove idea from him.

Yeah, that's right. He's suing me.

Yeah, well, You know what?

He probably has just cause.

Why don't you listen to me?

How can you believe Coop over me?

You know what, Michael?

At this point, I would believe a politician,

a used-car salesman, and Pinocchio before I would believe you.

Well, a couple of license plate numbers

isn't a lot to go on, but we'll do our best.

Hey, Doc. Hi.

Oh, you're his physician.

Yeah. Dr. Peter Burns.

He's the guy that rescued me.

Detectives Ryan and Smith, Dr. Burns.

Would you mind stepping outside

so we can ask you a few questions?

Please. Certainly.

Bob's a lucky guy, being found by a doctor.

How bad are his injuries?

Well, they're not too bad.

He's got a bruised kidney, a broken leg.

He'll recover.

You witnessed the accident, right?

No. No, actually, I didn't.

I just happened to pull over to try

to make a call out on my cell phone,

and I saw a man stumbling out of the alley.

So you didn't see the car or anyone else?

No, not a soul.

Well, thank you for your time, Dr. Burns.

Oh, if Mr. Matthews remembers anything more about the accident,

you'll contact us, right?

You got it.

Craig, I'm glad you could come by.

You slap me with a lawsuit,

and now you ask me to meet you here?

Look, if you want to settle, we should do it through our attorneys.

Relax, all right? This is about Michael. It's not about you.

I have proof that Michael stole the idea

for the cauterizing glove from me.

Oh, really? Well, if you got proof, I'd love to see it.

Here are some early drawings

of the glove at various stages.

How do I know these are real and not just dummied up?

Because these are the notarized plans

dating back to 1995.

Look, I think we both know what kind of guy Michael is.

He would sell his soul, maybe his own mother's,

to get ahead, and he wouldn't give a damn

about who he hurt in the process.

The only person that matters to Michael is Michael.

Okay.

Let's say I do believe that Michael stole your idea.

What am I supposed to do now?

Well, the first thing you do

is you keep quiet about it.

You mention this to Jennifer,

she'll blab everything to Michael.

You don't know that, and you don't know Jennifer.

Oh, so, what, everything I've heard

about the Mancini family loyalty is what... it's not true?

Even if it is, you still haven't proposed a solution.

That's simple, Craig.

You throw in with me,

and we save your company together.

Otherwise, you might be left with...

well, less than zero.

Billy Campbell.

Billy, it's me.

Hey! Are you at the airport?

I'm sorry. I totally lost track of time.

No, don't worry. I'm still in Seattle.

That's why I'm calling.

My trip has been extended an extra day.

Oh. Things must be going well, then, huh?

Very well. Very well.

I can't believe how much I am enjoying this,

even though I miss you so much.

Not as much as I miss you.

Kind of lonely around here without my wife.

Well, at least you have Connie there.

Yeah. She's not exactly the same thing.

Um, Billy, do you think you

could just please be nice to her until I get back?

She's kind of had some rough times,

and I think she could use a friend.

Maybe if you're not busy,

you could show her around L.A. or something.

Do my best. Okay, good.

All right, well, I'll see you tomorrow night, then.

I love you.

Love you, too.

Bye.

Oh, I'm sorry.

That was Sam, wasn't it?

I should have let you have some privacy.

Her trip's been extended,

so she's not gonna be home until tomorrow night.

Oh. Well, in that case, you want to get some dinner?

Um, you know, I got a lot of work to do,

so I might as well stay.

But, you know, we could get a bite

tomorrow night before Sam gets back.

My treat, if that's all right.

Sure. Great.

Well, it's gonna be a late night,

so I got to make some coffee.

Okay.

You okay?

Yeah. I'm just nervous about tomorrow's deposition.

Poor Michael. He can barely sleep at night.

Yeah, well, it's no wonder, I mean...

Look, are you absolutely convinced

that he didn't steal the glove idea from Coop?

Michael's a lot of things, Craig,

but he's not a criminal.

Are you saying that because you really believe that's true

or because he's your brother?

Both. If I love someone,

I'm gonna stick by them.

You feel the same way, don't you?

Of course.

What's going on, Craig?

Do you know something I don't?

No, not at all.

I'm gonna go and get something to eat.

How are you feeling?

Great. I love this applesauce.

Good, good.

Bob, listen, the hospital wants to transfer you

out to County because you don't have insurance,

but I'm gonna do everything I can

to make sure you stay here.

Yeah? Why is that?

Well, because I'm your doctor,

and I want to make sure you get the best possible care.

You're not gonna use me

for some weird medical experiment, are you?

Because nobody ever bends over backwards

to help someone like me.

No. Just calm down, Bob.

Not everybody's out to get you.

Yeah, well, a guy like me has got to be careful, you know?

And he should also look both ways when he crosses the street.

Hey, I'm the innocent victim.

Ahem. Excuse me, Peter.

Ah, Lexi, I'm with a patient here.

I'm sorry. I was just hoping

we could get a bite to eat if you were free.

Dr. Burns, wait.

I'll send a nurse right in, Bob.

I didn't mean to bother you,

but you didn't have to snap at me like that.

Oh, I'm sorry. It's just that that patient

is a real irritable guy

and he's in a lot of pain,

and the slightest disruption can set him off.

I didn't want to subject you to that.

Well, what's wrong with him?

He was hit by a car the other night.

Poor guy. I kind of feel sorry for him.

Oh, always taking care of the world,

aren't you, Dr. Burns?

I do the best I can.

Craig: Jennifer, there's really no need

for you to come to my deposition.

Someone needs to cover the offices.

Craig, I want to be there for moral support.

Yeah, and since I can't be there

because of a stupid board meeting,

you have got to really nail Coop.

You got to hit him where it hurts.

We got a lot riding on your testimony.

I'm a big boy. I can handle it.

It doesn't matter, big...

Sorry. Am I interrupting?

No, not at all.

Just my whole life going down the tubes

because of that good-for-nothing Coop.

You know, I've been wondering,

why did you allow him in the practice in the first place?

Hey, you brought him in as a partner, not me.

Oh, yeah. I must have been delusional.

So, what do you want?

I need a favor.

Again?

First you ask me to approve the hospital

covering some homeless guy's medical expenses...

Which I did, with much reluctance...

And now you want something else from me.

Not just from you, from your company here.

I'd like you to rehire Lexi as your interior designer.

Are you crazy?

We're being sued by Coop.

Even if she works for free,

we can't afford all that fancy schmancy furniture

she'll want us to buy.

Michael, I'll foot the bill, okay?

She just needs to work right now.

And don't tell her that I came by.

I want her to think she got this on her own.

Oh, that is so romantic.

Thank you.

Wait just a minute.

If I help you out with all these favors,

what do I get?

Free furniture isn't enough?

It's enough for me.

I'm talking about me...

personally.

I should have known.

All right, Michael, what do you want?

Well, I think we should boot Coop out of the practice,

get rid of him good and quick.

No way! He just became a partner, Michael.

It won't look good if we kick the guy out on the streets

after just a couple of months.

Besides, he's a fully functioning doctor.

He can actually operate,

which is more than I can say for you.

All right, fine.

If you won't grant me that,

then I want to continue as chief of staff

for a couple of months.

My God, is everything blackmail to you?

Hey, you want a happy girlfriend or not?

All right, two more months.

Then that's it. Then I get my job back.

Then I'll be the one who makes the rules at Wilshire Memorial.

Hi. Hi.

I hope I'm not disturbing you.

No, not at all. Would you like to come in?

Actually, I've got an appointment.

I just wanted to return these to you.

They're yours.

They're the ones I played for you when you were sick.

I asked Jennifer if I could borrow them.

Thank you.

That's pretty impressive bedside manner,

sitting vigil by my bedside night and day.

It means a lot to me.

Well, I get a lot out of it.

Feels good to help.

Yeah, well, you did a lot more than help.

I owe my life to you.

You know, I, um...

I never really got a chance

to properly thank you,

so, um, would you let me cook dinner for you,

maybe tomorrow night?

Ah, I'd love to, but I've got a seminar scheduled.

Okay. I understand. Um...

maybe some other time. Yeah.

Hey, you know what?

Who needs another boring old medical seminar anyway, right?

I mean, dinner tomorrow night sounds great.

Actually, it sounds better than great.

It sounds wonderful.

8:00?

I'll bring the wine.

Sorry for interrupting.

What are you doing here?

We need someone at the office.

Don't worry. I got a temp.

Now, is it true that you've seen proof

that Dr. Brett Cooper came up with the initial

cauterizing glove concept

over a year ago?

Yes, that's true.

Dr. Cooper showed me the sketches of the prototype,

as well as details of how the device works.

Craig, are you nuts?

Jennifer, not now.

And do you believe that Dr. Michael Mancini

misrepresented himself

when you agreed to go into business with him?

Yes.

I guess he must have.

Craig, what the hell is wrong with you?

Ms. Mancini, that's enough.

If you don't sit down, we'll have to eject you from the proceedings.

No. I'm not just gonna

sit back and listen to out-and-out lies about my brother.

Perhaps we should take a 10-minute recess.

Yes.

Everything that I said in there was absolutely true.

Coop has proof that Michael stole the idea from him.

I've seen it.

Any proof you've seen must have been fabricated.

Jennifer, wake up.

Your brother is a liar.

I want him out of the company,

and I want Coop to replace him as my partner.

It's only natural that I'd do anything to save my business...

Our business.

And it's only natural that I stand by my brother,

someone I know I can trust,

which is more than I can say about you.

That family loyalty thing...

Bites you in the butt every time.

Michael: Actually, this has always been my good side...

Not that there's anything wrong with my other side.

Either way, these are gonna look great

in the hospital newsletter.

Michael, we have a big problem.

Oh. Could you excuse us for a minute?

Sure.

Thank you. Mm-hmm.

Craig and Coop are plotting against you.

They're gonna bulldoze you out of the company.

What? Under oath,

Craig said that there are sketches

of Coop's idea dating back over a year ago,

and he's seen them.

But that can't be true, can it, Michael?

You wouldn't steal an idea

and then lie to your sister about it, would you?

Because after all I've done for you, if I find out

that you scammed me, Michael, I swear, I'll...

I didn't. I didn't, and I'll prove it to you

once we find that trumped-up proof.

Anything Craig saw was fake, altered, contrived, doctored.

We've got to get our hands on those bogus documents.

Coop's been coming over to the apartment

a lot to see Megan.

Maybe if I hide out

in my bedroom, I could listen in on their conversations.

He's been seeing Megan a lot? How much is a lot?

Or maybe I could bug the room.

Wait! I have a better idea.

You ever watch those news magazine shows?

Well, they're always trying to sting people.

Like once, these parents...

Well, they suspected that their nanny was abusing their kids...

What are you babbling about?

A nanny-cam, Michael.

That's what they used... a hidden camera.

It could work for us.

Yeah, but where are you going to hide it,

in a Beanie Baby?

Details, Michael. Details.

Just leave that to me.

All right. Come on, give it to me.

Megan is fixing Coop dinner tomorrow night.

Mm-hmm.

There's an empty apartment next to ours.

Uh-huh.

I'll finagle a key from Amanda... Yeah?

We'll set up a monitor... Yeah?

And we're in business! Yes!

Ooh, I've got to get to work.

Okay, I'll meet you tomorrow night at 7:00.

I just talked to our lawyer.

Done deal.

Amanda signed the transfer-of- ownership papers,

I bought out her half,

and now this club belongs to you and me.

Terrific.

Ah, thank God she's out of here, you know?

She never knew what she was doing anyway,

and I think this club

is gonna be so much more successful without her.

She has more bad karma than she has ex-lovers.

Why don't you shut up, Taylor?

Kyle, I'm worried about you.

You're drinking a lot, and you're not eating,

and you hardly have a kind word to say to anyone.

My behavior is my business,

and I don't owe you or anybody else any explanations.

So we were at this concert on a double date

with identical twin brothers

who were boring beyond belief.

Sam and I left the arena, and we went down to the docks,

and we just walked and talked.

We shared a cheap bottle of wine

and had such a great time.

I'll bet the twins didn't.

Well, at least they had each other.

Craig: Hey.

Ah, glad you could join us.

Oh, lucky I happened to have the night free.

I was just telling Billy some old stories

about Sam and me in college.

Sounds exciting.

It's nice to have a friend for that long.

Yeah. Sam and I are really close.

Well, I, for one, am parched.

What do you say I go to the bar and get our drinks?

Actually, why don't I do it? I'll be right back.

I love this song.

Would you dance with me, Billy?

I'm kind of tired.

Come on. Just one dance.

Why won't you believe that I am doing this

for the benefit of everyone involved?

Because that's bull, and you know it.

You're a really good dancer...

Much better than Charlie.

Sometimes I feel even closer to you

than I ever felt to Charlie.

You know, it's getting late,

and Sam's gonna be home soon, so...

Oh, yeah. I can't wait to hear how her trip went.

Well, I'm sure she'll tell you about it in the morning.

I'd like to spend the rest of the night

alone with my wife, if you don't mind.

Oh, hey, Kyle. How's it going?

Couldn't be better.

Welcome home.

Everything work out?

Oh, like a charm.

The owners of Glazed Out and I

were definitely on the same page.

We came up with some very hip ideas.

Then I'm glad I sent you.

Give me a full report in the morning.

You know, I couldn't help noticing...

Is everything okay with you and Kyle?

Actually, it's a huge mess,

but thanks for asking.

Okay.

Billy.

What? Who is it? Oh, my God.

It's me, silly. Who else would it be?

You've been gone for three days.

I almost forgot I had a wife.

Mmm. Well, you do. I'm gonna prove it to you.

Before we get carried away,

I need to talk to you about Connie.

I know. Wasn't that sweet of her?

Here she is, she's almost penniless,

and she spends the night at a motel

to give the two of us some privacy.

She really is a good friend, isn't she?

I must have misjudged her.

Mm-hmm. Sometimes she gives off

the wrong impression.

But then when you get to know her,

you realize what a wonderful person she really is.

Sorry to bother you, ma'am.

We're looking for Peter Burns.

Well, he's not here right now. Is everything all right?

We just want to ask him some follow-up questions

about an accident victim he rescued the other night.

Are you his wife?

No, his girlfriend. What kind of accident?

Hit-and-run over on Ocean Way.

Lucky for the victim,

Dr. Burns drove by and found him.

That is lucky.

Well, thank you for your time.

We'll try the hospital.

Jennifer: Miniature camcorders and transmitters.

What will they think of next?

Hi. Hi.

Listen, I forgot to tell you.

I'm going over to Coop's apartment to make him dinner,

so you'll have the place to yourself tonight.

His place?

Yeah. I knew you had the night off,

so I thought you might, you know,

enjoy a little privacy.

Well, I don't.

I mean, I do, but, you know, I just think that maybe you should...

Of course, this is none of my business,

but don't you think going over to Coop's place

is a little dangerous?

Jennifer, I've been around the block

a few more times than you have,

and if he was expecting

anything other than pasta and salad, I would know it.

Well, you may not care what Michael thinks,

but you are still married to him,

and if he finds out that you were over at Coop's apartment,

he could use it as ammunition against you

if or when you file for divorce.

Okay, actually, you might have a point.

So why don't you just make him dinner here?

You wouldn't mind?

No. No. I'm actually going to a movie tonight,

something that I really want to see.

I'd be happy to leave the two of you alone.

That is very sweet of you.

The pleasure is all mine.

Come in.

If you're from social services,

I already told you...

Hey, didn't I see you with Dr. Burns the other night?

Yes. We're close friends.

I used to work with accident victims back in Ohio,

and I was just concerned about you.

Then you and Dr. Burns were sure made for each other.

You care way too much about down-and-out people.

What do you mean?

Well, not only did he find me and treat me for free,

but he's gonna send me off to this place in Arizona

just to make sure I recover completely.

He's gonna pay for it all by himself.

Didn't he tell you?

Yes. Yes, he did. He's...

Peter's a very caring person.

Heck, I'd be surprised if he doesn't

go out there and find that woman that hit me by himself.

Are you sure it was a woman?

Or a guy with long hair.

It doesn't matter anyway,

because now that my head's getting clearer,

I can remember the color of the car... red.

Yup. With all those clues the cops are gathering,

they're gonna find that creep that hit me any day now.

Lexi. Peter.

What happened? What's the matter?

Your... your patient, that accident victim.

He was that thud we heard the other night, wasn't he?

I hit him with my car.

Shh. Calm down.

Calm down, please.

Now, I admit it, Bob was the man

that you hit the other night,

but he's not injured that badly,

and I'm taking care of everything.

I want to go to the police.

I have to turn myself in.

No, no. You can't do that.

Now, I have been covering this thing up for days now.

For God's sake, you were on drugs and alcohol

when you hit that man. That is a felony.

Peter, Bob even remembers the color of the car.

I'm so scared. Don't panic.

Now, the color of the car is not enough

for the police to go on.

Just... just stop worrying, okay?

I'm taking care of everything.

Okay?

This is really delicious.

Ah.

You are quite the cook.

It's nothing, really.

Just a little duck pate to whet your appetite

for the main course, which is linguini and pesto.

But I probably put too much garlic in it.

I'm not a very good cook.

Oh, don't undersell yourself.

You're a woman of many talents.

"Many talents."

What the hell was that supposed to mean?

Great. Visitors.

Michael: Uh, Jennifer, this is a dumb idea.

They're having way too good a time

to start talking about a stupid medical device or the lawsuit.

Look. It's Craig.

Craig: I'm sorry to bother you. Is Jennifer home?

She won't return my calls.

Megan: No, she isn't here.

Oh, would you look at that.

He's worried about me.

I'm not home. I haven't been returning his calls.

Well, just tell her that I stopped by

and, um... never mind. Just tell her that I stopped by.

Is he shaking a little bit?

He should be.

Jerk doesn't deserve you.

Quiet. Look.

Michael: What the hell

does that creep think he's doing, touching my wife?

Michael, stop it.

We are on a mission here,

and I have put in too much time and effort

for you to blow it.

But for God's sakes,

Coop only has one thing on his mind,

and that's sleeping with Megan.

The cauterizing glove is the last thing that's gonna come up.

Not if I can help it.

I'll be right back.

So why don't you just leave the practice?

A partnership's beneficial to me.

And I enjoy working with Peter.

Hi. I'm sorry for interrupting.

I thought you went to the movies.

Yeah, well, I forgot my money.

Would you mind if I spoke to Megan alone for a moment?

Mm-hmm.

What's wrong?

It just occurred to me that Michael's been calling me all day.

He's really upset. He's being sued by Coop.

Shh. About what?

About the glove thing.

And I'm just afraid he might try

to call you or come looking for Coop,

and if he finds him here...

All right, all right. Thanks for the warning.

Listen, go have a good time.

Okay.

Listen, not that I believe anything

that Michael would ever say again,

but did he really steal that idea?

The truth is, I lost a patient

on the operating table a couple of years ago.

It was a problem with the cauterizer.

So I just started sketching,

came up with a new, improved version.

So you told Michael about it,

or did the rat steal your sketches?

Both. Like a jerk, I kept the drawings in my office at work.

Did I just hear what I think I heard?

Coop's got something in his office?

Uh-huh. Yeah.

Drawings of the glove,

which he admitted were fakes, of course,

just before you stepped in.

Really? He admitted that to Megan?

Well, yeah. She was really pressing him.

You know, she knows I would never stoop so low

as to steal anything from anybody.

So we got to get our hands on those sketches.

No problem. Tomorrow night, I'll remove Coop's office key

from Megan's key ring.

I'll slip in and do a little detective work.

And you can't slip up.

We have to find those sketches.

My life depends on it.

I mean, our lives, of course.

Amanda: Well, I will definitely tell her.

Thanks for the good news. Okay. Bye-bye.

Well, I guess congratulations are in order.

That was Amos Brody from Glazed Out,

and he was incredibly impressed with your work.

He said you did a fabulous job.

Thanks, Amanda.

That's great, honey.

You have a big future at the agency.

So in honor of your first client slaying,

I want to take you to lunch and discuss your career.

You should be honored.

It was two years before she took me to lunch.

I was just joking.

Oh, no, no. It's not that.

I was just feeling guilty about Connie.

Now that I'm back, she's out of a job.

Well, Billy still needs an assistant,

and she seems like a hard worker, very professional.

Yeah, but she's an artist, not an assistant.

Connie needs the money.

I don't think she cares what kind of job it is.

Well, as soon as a graphic artist position opens up,

I'll consider moving her into it.

Well, I guess it's a done deal.

Well, Connie's cleaning out her desk now,

so go tell her the good news

before she packs her pencil holder.

Okay.

You know, I never realized

how much I was gonna miss this place.

There's nothing to miss. Meet your new boss.

Really?

I don't believe it.

Now, it's only an assistant position,

but there is room for advancement.

I am gonna be the best assistant you ever had.

Ah!

My car! Peter, what did you do to my car?

I had it painted.

Just as a precaution.

I thought that smoke silver

was a nice choice, don't you think?

Oh, God! What?

Relax, you hear? Just relax.

Afternoon, Detectives.

What can I do for you today?

Sorry to impose on you again,

Dr. Burns, but we understand

that Bob Matthews has been released?

Yeah, that's right.

He was able to walk on crutches,

so I didn't feel a reason

to keep him bedridden any longer.

Well, do you have any idea where he went?

You know, he said something about having

relatives up north. I don't know.

Maybe that's where he was headed.

Well, thanks again for your time, Doctor.

I think we have all the information we need.

You guys any closer to catching who was driving the car?

With all the leads we have,

it should be any day now.

Great. Oh.

I have to confess. I got to tell them.

I have to tell them.

What you've got to do is shut your mouth.

No, I can't.

Oh, God, I wish I had a pill.

It's not gonna change anything.

Yeah, but it would calm me down

and help me get through this.

Forget the pills.

It's just that sometimes when I get nervous,

I tend to lose it.

What if I say the wrong thing at the wrong time?

I feel like I'm gonna explode.

No, I got to tell them, Peter. I got to confess.

Lexi!

I am not gonna let you do this.

You said you'd help me.

I... that's what I'm doing!

Oh, God. What are you...

You're a doctor. You can write me a prescription.

No. No!

Please! Just one pill, I'm begging you.

If you love me. Please.

Shh, shh. Okay. All right. Okay. All right.

Okay. Shh. Shh.

Mm! Isn't this calamari wonderful?

And that chardonnay, huh? Exquisite.

Something wrong with your meal?

Michael, enough. Let's get down to business.

When you called and said you wanted to discuss the lawsuit,

I assumed we'd be talking settlement, not squid.

Mm. Yeah, yeah. Right, the lawsuit.

See, I've been mulling this whole thing over.

And, you know, I'm considering a compromise.

But the truth is,

what I'm really wondering is,

what are your intentions toward my wife?

That's why you invited me to dinner...

To talk about Megan?

Yeah. Yeah. We're still married, you know.

And if you're dating her, then she could be

in hot water if we ever get divorced.

That's it. You know what? I've had enough.

What do you mean, you've had enough?

Hi.

Hi. Hi.

What are you doing here?

I'm having a horrible time.

But you know what? You could change all that

if you'd join me for dinner.

I was just gonna get some takeout.

But, yeah, that would be nice.

Megan, are you nuts?

You can't have dinner with this guy. He's a first-class jerk.

No, he isn't. And I should know.

I've had enough experience dealing with one.

Oh, thank you, Peter. I mean it, Lexi.

This is it.

One last pill, one last time.

It's just with these extenuating circumstances.

I want you to understand, I am not an enabler.

I know that you're upset about the hit-and-run accident,

and that's why I'm giving you this.

Thank you for everything, Peter.

I mean, covering up the accident

and pretending you didn't know it was me

behind the wheel.

You're my savior.

You are.

Jennifer: Am I a pro or what?

Oh, no. What's wrong?

These are photocopies.

Coop must have put the originals somewhere else.

Hunch down, Michael. They're home.

Oh. Turn on the monitor.

We'll dismantle it as soon as we find out

where those original sketches are.

Oh! Yeah. Pull out your phone, too.

Call Megan.

Get her talking about the glove again.

Megan's not an idiot, Michael.

She's gonna get suspicious

if I try that play a second time.

Well, then use your brains

and think of something better.

You know, my... I mean... our careers are at stake here.

Jennifer? Come on. Let me see.

Come on. Zoom in.

Hey. Give me that.

Oh, my God.

I didn't know you were up here. Mario told me.

I brought you a little food to soak up

a little of this liquor.

The sign on the door says "Place Closed."

That applies to you, too.

Excuse me, but we own this club together

and the restaurant, both of which

I've been running lately since you've been

on your ridiculous Amanda bender.

No, you want to know what's ridiculous,

is you trying to slide back into my life.

Look at this.

All my favorites.

We have shrimp, garlic mashed potatoes, zucchini,

and an '88 cabernet.

You are so pathetic.

You know, I don't see anybody else hanging around, worrying about you.

I'm your friend, damn it,

not to mention the woman that you made love to the other night.

No, I was drunk, out of my mind.

And that wasn't love. That was sex.

It meant something to you, Kyle.

You just can't admit it.

No, the only difference between you and a whore

is that you didn't ask for any money.

How can you be so mean to me, Kyle?

We were married.

We loved each other, and we were happy.

No, you were happy.

I was just a very good actor.

To be honest, the best thing you ever did

for me was chase out here after Peter Burns.

It gave me an out.

Believe me, I was looking for one.

I will make you love me someday, Kyle.

Someday, somehow,

we will be together. We will.