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Ah!

Michael, are you all right?

The car...

It's dark blue, almost black.

Which car?

I can't get out of the way.

Oh, sweetheart, you're having another nightmare about the accident.

I want to run, but my feet, they're like cement.

The car, it's dark blue, yeah.

That's Jane's car.

A woman is driving.

She has blond hair... Short, blond hair.

Who is it, Michael? Who do you see?

God, it's right there.

Her face is right in front of me.

Michael, sweetheart, you're trying too hard.

You keep pushing yourself to remember.

You think I go to bed every night,

hoping to have this nightmare?

Sweetheart, you can't wish your memory back.

And putting pressure on yourself

won't make things any easier.

Maybe we both have to accept the truth...

That your condition is permanent.

What am I supposed to do,

pretend I never had a life before the accident?

Yes. Allow yourself to go on...

allow us to go on.

No, I cannot.

There's something missing, something important.

There's just a piece of the puzzle

that puts it all together.

Until I find it...

I'm sorry. I can't go anywhere.

Amanda, I'll take care of that.

Like you've taken care of everything else?

No, thanks.

Honey, please don't make a fuss.

Pretend I'm not even here.

I can't ignore a wanted fugitive

hiding out in my living room.

I'm sorry.

Save it, Daddy.

After you jumped bail,

I was almost charged with aiding and abetting a felon.

The FBI stalked me night and day, invaded my office.

I know you're angry...

but, uh, I took a big chance

coming back to see you.

Who's taking a chance?

I'm glad you're alive,

but I won't risk everything

just to cover your tracks.

Look, I'm not here to make trouble.

I came back to face the charges against me.

You're turning yourself in?

Yes.

Unfortunately, the FBI has a strong case,

and I probably won't see freedom for a long time,

so I need to take care of some personal matters...

Bank accounts, that sort of thing.

How long will it take?

A few days.

Don't do this to me, Daddy.

If someone sees you here, I could go to jail.

Is that what you want?

Of course not.

Amanda, please, I'm facing 15 years in federal prison.

Is two days too much to ask?

Two days.

That's it.

I knew I could count on you.

Jane, I'm sorry. I overslept.

I swear I set the alarm.

No, I turned it off... After that hospital cot,

I figured you could use a few extra hours in a comfortable bed.

Oh, thanks. I'll hurry and get dressed.

You're not going to work.

You're firing me already?

No, I'm giving you the day off.

You've been through a lot lately, and I want you to take some time today

and get adjusted to this new situation.

That is so sweet.

What about my probation officer?

Well, she doesn't need to know, but please,

just promise me that you will take this job seriously, okay?

Make a new life for yourself.

Focus on your future.

Hmm. Some future... I'm broke,

I'm on probation for something I didn't do,

and my husband has amnesia.

Sydney, Michael isn't your problem anymore.

Except that he's the one person on the planet

who can vouch for the fact that I didn't run him over.

Sydney.

I just want to know if you've heard anything

about his condition.

No, and I don't ask.

How can Michael remember all that stupid medical junk

and not his own life?

I don't know.

Maybe he just needs a reminder.

We were married, after all.

He can't forget that. Maybe if he saw me...

Syd, I was married to Michael for five years, and he didn't remember me.

He won't remember you, so do yourself a favor and forget him too.

He isn't wasting any time moving out.

Amanda made him an offer he couldn't refuse.

Wish I could do that with Reed's parents.

You have an extra horse head around here?

You won't need threats.

No judge is gonna take a baby away from its natural mother.

I don't know.

Reed is the father of this baby,

and the Carters are convinced

they're entitled to custody.

What if you go see them, assure them

that you want them to be a part of your baby's life.

I don't know.

I guess it couldn't hurt.

Be a lot cheaper than hiring a lawyer.

That was from Aunt Mickie. You'll have to return it.

She's your aunt, Billy.

Uh, you called off the wedding,

so you return the gifts.

Fine.

Brittany.

What part of "find another place"

didn't you understand?

I checked into a motel last night,

even if it is seedy

and old and small and musty.

Well, life is not all yachts and caviar.

Yeah, well, it's not all good guys, either.

My husband found out I stayed on your boat.

Great.

You were trying to help, but in Elliot's mind,

you helped me escape.

Have you guys ever considered marriage counseling?

This isn't funny. Elliot is crazy.

He has a very explosive temper.

Okay, I got it.

I'll be on the lookout

for one irate, lunatic husband.

I've never seen him so angry, Jake.

He'll come here... So if you could just

stay off the boat for a few days.

What, drop everything because your husband's a nutcase?

This is a business.

I've got a photo shoot here tomorrow, okay?

I didn't mean to get you involved.

I'm not involved.

Now, thank you for warning me,

but I can take care of myself.

Well, I tried.

Goodbye, Jake.

Cathy Mitchell went into labor,

so I need you to take over her meeting.

We're very close to landing the Glorious Gowns account.

The chain of bridal salons?

Can't you get somebody else? I don't know anything about weddings.

You would if you'd paid any attention to your own.

Excuse me, we have a potential client waiting,

so put on your happy close-the-deal faces and get in there.

Mr. McGovern,

I'd like you to meet Alison Parker.

Hello.

Billy Campbell. Nice to meet you.

They'll be joining us today.

One of the reasons I brought Alison in

is because she just had a wedding.

Almost had a wedding.

Glorious Gowns are upscale and very trendy.

I think we should focus on a nontraditional campaign.

Um, we could start by taking the wedding out of the church.

And put it where, Miss Parker?

Maybe outdoors.

A place as unique as the dresses...

An amusement park, a hayride.

A boat.

Oh, I like boats.

We could get a fantastic shot of the dress...

Something outrageous...

The veil and the dress blowing in the wind

as the bride jumps overboard.

Escaping from her own wedding.

Wonder where you got that idea.

The bride wouldn't be escaping, Billy.

She'd be taking the plunge.

I love it!

We've got a great boat.

I have a shoot there tomorrow if you want to come by and check it out.

You're not talking about Jake's boat?

I was. Is there a problem?

You'll have to cancel it... I haven't gotten a memo out,

but DD doesn't do business with Jake Hanson anymore.

Don't worry, Mr. McGovern.

We'll find the perfect boat for your campaign.

Waiting for your ship to come in?

Can I help you?

I'm sorry.

I thought you were someone I knew.

I might be. Lately, I'm not sure.

Would you like to sit down?

Not sure?

Oh, it was a joke.

I have a slight case of memory loss.

How awful.

You don't remember anything?

Oh, I remember some things,

mostly technical.

Um, but the rest...

What I was, who I cared about...

That's gone.

Oh.

Sometimes I sit here for hours.

I got this crazy idea if I concentrate hard enough,

it'll all come back.

Well, I think you're lucky.

Most people have parts of their past

they'd give anything to forget.

Hey, my name's Michael.

I'm... Miranda.

Nice to meet you.

Do you live around here?

Oh, not anymore.

I moved away a few months ago.

I really miss this beach.

Well, you're welcome to visit my sand dune anytime.

It's nights like this I'll miss the most...

Good food, good company.

This isn't a party, Daddy.

Alone, Jake? Where's your boat bimbo?

Brittany's not a bimbo, and she's not on the boat,

so if that's the reason you canceled the photo shoot...

Oh, hardly. I don't make business decisions based on your carnal whims.

You pulled the plug because you were jealous... admit it.

Don't be vain. There are a thousand boats in the sea.

I haven't found the right one. Good night.

Sounds like you've seen the light about Jake.

He's a loser, Amanda.

Don't waste any more time on him.

Don't you dare criticize Jake.

After you ran off, he was there for me,

and I'll never forget that.

Amanda, I didn't mean to imply...

Understand something, Daddy.

Jake and I aren't dating, but I still care about him.

He's the only honest man I know, and you, of all people,

are in no position to judge him.

Pasta's on the stove. Help yourself.

I've lost my appetite.

You're late.

I've been waiting here for 20 minutes.

Things aren't going as planned on this end.

We need to get moving...

now.

I know this is awkward.

I appreciate you seeing me on such short notice.

We were a bit surprised.

We expected to hear from your lawyer.

I haven't hired a lawyer.

You came up here

without getting advice from a lawyer?

I was hoping we could work it out ourselves.

I mean, we got along so well when you were in Los Angeles.

Considering the circumstances.

Yes, considering.

I mean, after all you've been through,

finding out about this baby

must have been a shock.

To be honest, I was afraid to tell you,

but you were so, uh...

warm and understanding.

And then I found out about the lawsuit,

and it's bothered me for days.

I'm trying to figure out what went wrong.

There must have been some miscommunication.

Well, the summons seems pretty clear to me.

I came here to tell you

that I want you to be in my baby's life.

It's very important for me, for my child,

to know his father's family.

And if I gave you any impression

that I was going to exclude you,

I apologize.

And that is supposed to make up

for the fact that you murdered our son?

Excuse me?

You didn't think we'd allow our only grandchild

to be raised by a cold-blooded killer?

This was obviously a mistake.

You seem to make a lot of those, dear.

Please don't do this.

Haven't we lost enough already?

I want this baby to be good for all of us.

I want you to be a part of my new family.

Oh, no, we have no intention

of being a part of your family.

What kind of family could you possibly provide?

That baby will be raised by people

with decent values and sound moral judgment.

Moral judgment?

You sanctimonious, self-righteous hypocrites.

This is my baby!

And there's no way in hell

you are ever going to change that!

Miranda?

Hello, Michael.

I'm surprised to see you here.

Well, this is your house, isn't it?

Oh, yes, but, um... I don't live here alone.

Oh.

I didn't realize you were married.

Oh, well, I'm... I'm not exactly...

married.

Well, that's good news then.

That means you're available, right?

Uh, I guess... technically.

Um...

um, you know... you know, we shouldn't be doing this.

Well, you said you wanted to make friends.

Oh, yeah. Wha... But what I meant...

Just think of me as a very...

very...

close friend.

W-wait.

Um, you know what? I'm in a relationship.

I'm engaged. I real...

I... I believe in being faithful.

Do you love her?

Uh, Kimberly? Uh, yes.

Yes. I think so.

I mean, she says, before my accident...

I, um... was crazy about her.

And now?

Miranda, I'm sorry if I misled you.

You're beautiful and very...

I have to go now.

Billy!

I worked all night on this copy,

thinking maybe I'd get a leg up on the Glorious Gowns,

and Alison barely opens the folder and tells me it's crap.

She said that?

Well, not exactly, but that's what she meant.

I mean, she even had the nerve to tell me to read some of her old work

so I could learn how to do it right.

This copy is great.

Well, thanks... I know it and you know it,

but Alison...

You know, it's hard enough starting a new job

without having to duck her emotional darts every 10 minutes.

I'm not surprised at her reaction.

Alison's professional perspective is often obliterated

by her personal bias.

Tell me about it.

Well, she's obviously threatened

by how easily you've adjusted.

I'll admit, I was skeptical about your ability

to jump from journalism to advertising,

but whatever doubts I had are gone.

You've done terrific work.

Don't worry.

I'll deal with Alison.

This is ridiculous.

I'm not even close. Keep practicing.

No. It's not gonna work, and we can't afford to get caught.

We have to get that money.

Then ask your so-called loyal daughter.

You're always saying how she'll do anything for you.

And so far, she has. I don't want to bring her in on this.

Oh, but it's okay for me to put my ass on the line.

You're in Amanda's cozy apartment

while I'm out there, lying to Jake,

trying to rig his boat with explosives.

I know what you're doing, Brittany.

Look, I'll take care of the boat,

but the bank is your job.

Make your precious little darling

get her own cash from the safe-deposit box.

I'm sorry it was only takeout.

It's not like we can show up at Spago in hats and dark sunglasses.

Wish I could do more.

Trust me.

You've done enough.

Amanda, I've asked a great deal of you,

and you've been more than fair about my situation.

But you need something else.

One more favor.

I wasn't always on the wrong side of the law, Amanda,

but several years ago,

I became involved with some very bad people,

and without getting into details, uh...

I owe them a great deal of money.

Daddy...

Please.

This is difficult. Let me finish.

Um, these men are demanding their money.

If I don't pay them, they've threatened to...

come after you.

I don't know if I could help.

I... I have some savings,

but most of my assets are tied up in the apartment building.

Honey, I'm not asking for a loan. I've got the money.

Actually, we have the money.

Many years ago, I opened a safe-deposit box

in both our names.

It contains a substantial amount of cash.

Substantial?

Nearly $1 million.

Oh, my God.

Amanda, I need to get that money,

and I can't risk going to the bank.

You have to get it out of the box.

And then what?

Then I'll pay off these thugs

and turn myself over to the FBI.

The money... Was it stolen?

No, honey. It's legitimate.

It's been sitting in the bank for years.

The bank records would prove...

Oh, I'm sure they would.

You always cover your bases, don't you?

Amanda, the money isn't for me.

I mean, you can turn me down,

and it'll be there whenever you need it.

I have to protect you, darling.

I've caused you too much pain already.

I couldn't bear to be stuck in prison

knowing you're in danger out here.

Okay, Daddy.

We'll go to the bank in the morning.

The ma?tre d' knew me.

We came here every Thursday night,

same time, same table.

Our waitress didn't like me very much.

Well, honey, sometimes you could be very particular

about your food.

Yeah, well, maybe I should apologize.

Hey, are you sure that I liked Cajun shrimp?

Michael!

My God! Honey, are you okay?

I'm fine. Oh, my God!

I can't believe that happened to you again.

What are the odds of being run over twice in your life?

I don't know, Kimberly...

a million to 1?

Oh, my God, Michael.

It hasn't been like that since...

come to think of it,

I don't think it's ever been like that.

Yeah, and that's a... That's a good thing, right?

Good?

I'd give you a 9.9 with bonus points for difficulty.

You think that earns me a cup of coffee?

Your poor old memory really is gone, isn't it?

You forgot the routine.

You see, we make love, and then you pad off to the kitchen

to fix us a delicious breakfast,

while I shower and dress for my high-profile medical career.

Mmm.

Your job is to love, honor,

and keep the home fires burning.

Yeah, I know. I wanted to talk to you about that.

I'm feeling much better.

I thought, uh, I was ready to go back to work.

Michael, you have a head injury.

Trust me. You need time to heal.

Besides...

I like you being home.

And I love being home, sweetheart.

If it hadn't been for you,

I might not be where I am today.

Good girl.

I feel more like a criminal.

You haven't done anything wrong.

If the money's clean, why keep so much in a safe-deposit box?

I wasn't keeping it in a box... I was keeping it out of Hillary's hands.

What's mother got to do with this?

Our divorce was brutal.

Hillary wanted it all, and she was vicious.

You cheated mother out of $500,000?

No. I put it aside for you, Amanda.

I was a single father.

I wanted to make sure you'd be taken care of.

I certainly couldn't count on Hillary.

Honey, the only time I even got into the cash

was the day you closed escrow on the apartment building.

My loan came from that box?

Yes.

I'd hoped someday to tell you

the building was...

And is...

All yours.

I guess that day is today.

Daddy, I...

I had no idea.

I know.

That's the way I wanted it.

I only wish I'd had such foresight about my own future.

Jake?

Jake, are you here?

You overrode my decision on the Glorious Gowns copy.

Of course.

You're trying to sabotage Billy's career.

Sabotage?

How could you accuse me of that?

Because his work was excellent, and you know it.

You obviously don't want him here, Alison.

You know, I could fire you for taking out your personal vendetta at the office.

Fine. If you're so sure I'm out to ruin Billy, fire me.

That would be too easy.

Oh, God. Not again.

Billy's a free man, Amanda.

You want him, get him. This is not about Billy.

Is your memory that selective or are you just suffering from some grand delusion?

Why are you doing this to me?

Okay. Here's the recap. You set me up.

You went behind my back and told Jake that I had an affair with Chas.

Then you almost killed my career

by blabbing that lie in court.

I almost lost my job and my mother.

Well, it's payback time.

I promised to make your life a living hell,

and I always keep my promises.

Oh, and, um, don't bother quitting.

With the report I can put in your personnel file,

you wouldn't get a job bagging groceries.

Daddy, I'm home.

Sorry I'm late.

Traffic was hideous,

and I stopped by the market.

Daddy?

Hello?

Damn you, Daddy.

Uh... Special Agent Hill, please.

Agent Hill?

This is Amanda Woodward,

Palmer Woodward's daughter.

Yeah, I need to talk to you.

It's about my father.

Michael.

What are you doing here?

I can't stop thinking about you, Miranda.

Really?

How did you find me?

I followed you home after you left the beach house.

I hope you don't mind.

Would you like to come inside?

Are you going to bed so early?

Why don't you tell me?

I had a dream about you last night.

Was I naughty?

You wanted me to tie you up.

You were mine, Miranda.

All mine.

Make me yours, Michael.

I wanted to make love to you,

but I was worried about my girlfriend.

You promised to make me forget about her.

I can.

I will.

Please don't make me wait.

If you think I'm making love to you,

you're going to be waiting a long time.

Is this your game, Michael?

You want me to beg?

Beg?

Hell, bark for all I care.

I wouldn't sleep with you at gunpoint.

Oh, my God.

Michael... is that you?

Yeah.

How you doin', Syd?

Ohhhh!

Oh, take it easy, Miranda.

The more you move around,

the tighter the knots get.

You scum.

Yeah, I miss you, too.

What do you want?

Answers.

Who ran me down?

Kimberly. She's crazy, Michael.

First she framed Jane for running you over,

and when that didn't work, she framed me.

You know, she's been trying to kill you for months.

That Kimberly's a playful nut.

She's insane, Michael.

Oh, and you're normal.

Don't leave me here, not like this!

Sleep tight.

Michael!

Michael!

Aauughh!

Jane, is that you?

Help! I'm in here!

Oh, God. Are you all right?

It was awful.

I'll call the police.

No, don't.

What happened? Who did this to you?

It was Michael.

What? What was Michael doing here?

His memory came back.

Kimberly probably blamed me for the accident.

He was totally demented.

He threw me down, yelled at me.

Did he hit you?

No, but he left me for dead.

A wrist burn does not constitute dead.

Sydney, why did you even let him inside?

I didn't. He pushed and shoved.

Oh, give me a break. Everything about you says come on in.

Now that all seems in order, I'll get going.

I'm sorry.

Thanks for understanding.

Let's go for a ride.

Feeling better today, Sydney?

What do you want?

I saw you last night.

You must've been tied up for hours.

Yeah. So?

You may have fooled Jane,

but Michael couldn't have tied you up unless you let him.

You let him do it.

No wonder you made such a good whore.

Jane told you about that?

I would've figured it out anyway.

I've seen enough white trash hookers to last a lifetime.

Michael?

Oh.

Why isn't dinner ready?

I thought we'd go out tonight.

Maybe you could wear this.

Give me that.

Oh, you don't like that dress?

Too bad.

It would look so good with this.

What the hell's this all about?

Just a little amnesia humor.

Oh, no.

Hi, honey.

I'm home.

Michael, get out of the way!

You want me dead?

Now's your chance!

Come on and kill me if you can!

Michael, please!

Come on! And do it right this time!

Come on, it's not that hard!

Put it in gear!

Do it!

Come on.

Come on.

Hey.

Listen, you kill me or love me.

You make up your damn mind.

You could have stolen any boat in the harbor.

You didn't need mine or me.

Wrong. I need both.

I've created a new identity for myself,

but I need to get rid of the old one first.

I like to think of it as killing two birds... with one bomb.

Stop the engine.

Move.

Brittany?

Let's see you take care of yourself now, Jake.

You and, uh...

Brittany...

Are partners.

Have been for six months.

Meet Elliot...

my jealous husband.

Oh, man. I knew that story was bogus.

You're not gonna kill me over the Avanti deal?

Well, first you got me arrested,

then you stole Amanda and turned her against me.

You got too close, Jake.

Amanda fell hard.

I won't let her risk her future

over a loser like you.

Let's get out of here.

You're not going anywhere, Palmer.

I've got the passports,

the cash,

and absolutely no use for an old man

with the FBI on his trail.

Brittany?

Jake!

Jake, hurry! Get up!

Come with me.

You've got to be kidding me.

I've got perfect new identification,

$1 million in cash.

You said there was nothing left here for you.

We can start over...

anywhere we want, any way we want.

Please.

Don't make me kill you, Jake.

Go to hell.

Oh, no.

Bye, Jake.

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