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Care to hear anything special, sweetheart,

like, um, Mozart, Rachmaninoff,

perhaps a funeral dirge?

Aw, I hope you don't plan on taking all night.

I'm running out of scotch, babe.

Well, what have we here?

"Dear Michael..."

Well, that's original.

"I'm sorry you had to find me this way.

"Being with you has been a painful addiction,

"one that I'm not strong enough to free myself from.

"Please know the reason I've taken my life

is not to punish you..."

Michael?

What the hell are you doing here?

Oh, my God, you killed her.

No, no, I just... It's just... I just...

Look, I just now came home from work and sat down.

You just now walked in?

Michael, you were having a drink.

I thought she was kidding, all right?

Shut up and call 9-1-1.

The phone's over there.

9-1-1 operator?

Yes, I need an ambulance.

There's a woman here who's unconscious.

Can you tell me what's happened?

Do you know why?

I'm not exactly sure why.

All right, we'll get to that in a minute.

Just stay on the line with me, and we'll figure it out, okay?

In the meantime, I want you to give me your address.

It's 1125 Beachfront Walk.

Okay, now, did you find her unconscious?

She must've taken pills... I'm not sure what kind.

She was unconscious, pupils dilated, pulse weak at 90.

She stopped breathing while I was examining her,

so I was able to start CPR in time.

Thank God I didn't have to work late.

We've got her from here now, doctor. Thanks.

Blood pressure's crashing... Get her in the room now!

Michael.

Want one of these?

You look like you're about to ball your eyes out.

What are you hanging around for?

Me? I'm just an interested observer.

But aren't you even curious as to why

I came to the beach house in the first place?

Syd, you're like a bad penny.

You keep turning up no matter what I do to get rid of you.

I went there because I needed

to talk to you about Jane's business.

It's going under,

and you're her only hope for more cash.

She's too proud to come to you herself.

You really think I want to talk about investments right now?

Michael, with a conscience like yours,

it's as good a time as any.

Get the hell out... In case you hadn't noticed,

my wife could be dying in there.

Well, yeah, but what do you want from me...

Condolences or congratulations?

Hey.

You need a hand with that?

No, I got it.

No, really, come on. No, I'm fine.

Let me give you a hand, really.

I got it... Could you do me a favor

and push the hair out of my eyes

so I can see where I'm going?

Just push it back... There you go.

There you go... thank you.

Thank you.

That's good, thank you... After you.

Careful, it's steep. I'm okay.

I'll take that... Where you going?

Uh, the car... I have a big shoot.

All right, I'll take this down to the car.

Why don't you finish your laps?

Hey, yes, sir.

A little brotherly competition?

What? No.

Hey, don't make something out of nothing.

Come on, it's getting heavy.

Thanks for coming over before work.

I know it's early.

It's no problem... I'm just glad to hear from you.

Haven't seen you around too much.

Is everything okay?

Uh, everything's great, actually.

I'm in remission.

Oh.

I mean, that's great.

Yeah, I'm glad to hear it.

Yeah, you and me both.

So what does this, uh...

What does this mean for you now?

Well, you know me.

I can't sit around twiddling my thumbs.

I mean, DD has been my life,

and it broke my heart to give it up

because I got sick.

But I'm better now, and more than anything,

I want to go back to work for the company I helped build.

You can't be serious.

Oh, I am,

but I'm not willing to humiliate myself

and ask Alison directly.

Amanda.

You could get hired anywhere.

So why not try your hand at another agency,

one with less baggage?

Well, honestly, I can't deny the fact

that I'm still recovering from Hodgkin's.

I mean, if I went elsewhere,

they'd expect me to be in top form.

And quite simply, I'm not there yet.

I need to build stamina,

and knowing DD as well as I do

would help ease me back in.

Besides, it's like home to me.

Makes sense, I guess.

Then you'll approach Alison about hiring me back?

Well, I can't promise I'll have any clout.

I knew I could count on you.

Thanks.

See you. Bye-bye.

Hello? Hey, gorgeous.

Hi.

Thought I'd give you a call, check in.

I know I've been out of touch lately,

but things have been kinda crazy, you know?

Completely wacko, in fact.

It's no problem... What's up?

That's a hell of a way to talk to the man in your life.

Michael, we need to get together.

Now, that's more like it.

I want to see you too, babe.

How about dinner tomorrow night?

Mm, some place romantic.

How's The Ivy?

Fine... 7:00, I'll meet you.

No, make it 7:30, and I'll pick you up.

All right.

Hey... I love you.

You know that.

Yeah, I do.

I'll see you tomorrow.

I expect one of two things...

Either a total refund or delivery by tomorrow.

If your company can't accommodate

either of those options,

then consider the account closed.

Well, I'm sorry too.

Idiots.

Hi.

You wanted to suggest something?

Yeah, about the, uh, account exec position.

I know somebody who's experienced in the field,

is dedicated to the job, and very talented.

Sounds perfect.

Who?

Amanda.

You're being funny, right?

Look, you gotta admit that she's tops in the field.

And we're overworked and understaffed,

and she could do a lot to lighten the load.

She put you up to this, didn't she?

What incredible nerve.

Whatever your feelings are about Amanda,

you know that she can do any job here blindfolded.

So why not use her to your advantage?

Exploit her skills?

Exploiting Amanda.

What a concept.

At least think about it.

All right, I will.

So I guess I'm just gonna have to say this

and get it over with, don't I?

I'm sorry about the other night.

Oh, are you?

There's always so much going on between me and my family,

and sometimes, it makes me rebellious.

I didn't mean to make you feel uncomfortable.

You're right, it was inappropriate,

but I appreciate you admitting that.

Apology accepted.

Good.

But I have to admit I like you, Billy.

Talking to you, anyway.

You're a good sounding board... You're a real friend.

Thanks.

Which is why I'm hoping that you'll have

dinner with me tonight?

Look, if we're gonna work together,

you gotta stop playing games.

I'm not playing games.

You don't understand.

Some pretty major stuff happened with my family,

and my father's really, really angry with me,

and I'm scared.

I don't know what to do, Billy.

Hey, it's okay.

And I have no one I can talk to about this... no one.

Come on, I'm sure that there are...

I have a lot of rich relatives and phony acquaintances,

but what I need is a friend.

And right now, you're the only one I've got.

Please?

Have dinner with me?

Don't tell me I died and went to Hell.

Close.

But fortunately for you,

I came by your house last night,

and your devoted husband had no choice

but to save your life.

What are you talking about?

He was having a drink, Kimberly.

He was waiting for you to die.

I suppose he wanted me out of the picture

so he could enjoy...

certain other things.

Not the least of which is $100,000 for my settlement.

You tried to kill yourself when you had

that kind of money in the bank?

I did not try to kill myself.

I was poisoned.

But he doesn't have to get away with it.

If you went to the house,

you could slip some Seconals into my vitamin pill bottle.

I'll file charges,

the police would search the place, find the pills,

and he could be brought to justice for attempted murder.

I think you need a good, long rest.

That's not to say there wouldn't be

some monetary compensation for you.

Really?

How much?

Oh, for five minutes work, I don't know...

50 bucks?

For breaking and entering, plus falsifying evidence?

Try 50,000. That's absurd.

I could get anybody to do it for that amount.

Fine, do it then.

But not anybody knows everything I know,

nor witnessed everything I witnessed.

And I'm not lifting a finger

until the money's in my account.

I'll have it wired tomorrow.

While you're there,

check around for a letter I was reading that night,

something I'd written a while back.

It might be misconstrued.

When you find it, dispose of it.

For 50 grand... I'll eat it.

So my dad spent his whole life

building his store,

and it broke his heart

when I didn't take it over.

But I had to do

what was right for my life.

And I think in the end,

he was okay with that.

Hm.

It's been so different for me.

My mother died when I was six,

leaving my father to raise me by himself,

and I became his whole world.

So...

my entire life...

I mean, everything...

I let him decide.

So I finally take a stand,

and I break it off with Lowell,

and Daddy freaks out.

What?

When did that happen?

Last night.

My father's even threatening to cut me off...

financially and emotionally.

Hey, you're smart, and you're talented,

and you'll do fine on your own.

Oh, well.

I guess it'll force me to live by my word.

I always said I wanted a normal, down-to-earth life.

Promise me you'll show me the ropes?

I could manage a few pointers.

I understand you're interested

in coming back to work at DD.

That's accurate.

I have to say I don't understand why

you'd want to take a step backwards career-wise.

Obviously, you wouldn't come in at the same level.

My motives are simple.

I'm not interested in working any place

that's less than the best.

All right.

There is one position open... Small accounts rep,

but you'd be working out of a cubicle, not an office,

with a starting salary in the low 30s.

It's quite a step down,

but if you want the job, it's yours.

I'll take it.

Fine.

If you're up to it physically, full-time hours.

There'll be no running off to chemo every day,

no preferential treatment.

That won't be a problem.

When do I start? Tomorrow morning.

But, remember, Amanda...

I'm the boss.

Of course you are.

But not for long.

Morning.

Hey.

Well, welcome back.

How does it feel?

Terrific, actually.

Good, glad to hear it.

Amanda, I hope you're comfortable out here.

I'm just happy to be home.

Brooke, would you bring Amanda up to speed on her accounts?

But before you get started, would you mind

running downstairs and getting me a cappuccino?

I'll go... Anyone else need anything?

Brooke? Billy?

Sure, I'll... I'll have one.

No thanks.

Okay, be right back.

Love the Miss Congeniality act.

I don't think Amanda's acting.

I think she's just sincere and wanting to get back to work.

More like she saw an opportunity

to slip rat poison in my latte.

Hey, you hired her back,

so get used to trusting your own judgment.

Can I ask you something?

Given that I work for Alison,

and that she has this history of being enemies with Amanda,

how do you think I should act towards her?

As you would to anyone... friendly.

Hm.

Is there some trick to this thing?

No.

Look, I think we better clear the air between us.

About?

Yesterday with Jo.

You know, I didn't mean to step on your toes.

It's just that when you haven't seen a person in years,

it's hard to tell who the key players are.

Yeah, I'm aware of that.

Obviously, you feel something for her...

and I want to respect that.

All right?

Yeah.

Yeah, I'm sorry I jumped on you then.

That's okay.

Hey, just so you know, I'm just a little protective

when it comes to Jo.

So what's the story with her... You used to go out? What?

Yeah.

Pretty seriously.

We were even business partners for a while.

It's kinda hard to describe... Jo's a special person.

I don't know how else to say it... she just...

She means a lot to me.

So why aren't you with her?

Jo and I have always had a strong bond.

It's just our timing's been off.

I don't know, you know...

some time down the line,

I could... see something happening.

Yeah, yeah, I can see that too.

You know, you got a good life here, Jake.

You're a lucky man.

I'm not that lucky.

I still have to work for a living.

Better get a move on.

Yeah... hey, brother.

I didn't bring too much with me.

Can I borrow a shirt?

Yeah, help yourself.

Thanks.

I will.

Thank you, Mr. Lambert,

and, please, accept my apology.

Thank you.

Is there a problem?

Yes, and her name is Amanda.

You wanted to see me?

I need to know why the Lambert campaign

wasn't sent out this morning.

I'm sorry, I have no idea what you're talking about.

Don't you dare play dumb with me.

I gave Lambert my word that it would be delivered on schedule,

and I personally left a memo on your desk

instructing you to arrange it.

Alison, I never received your memo.

So I'm supposed to believe

that on your first day back, coincidentally,

there's a major screw-up with the only client

I personally handle?

If I had gotten the memo, I guarantee you

I would've made it a priority.

I know how important the Lambert account is.

I'm warning you, Amanda.

I have no intention of putting up with your petty sabotages.

I'm sorry.

The memo was buried on your desk.

It never got to Amanda.

See to it that this campaign is sent out ASAP.

Here's the information.

Make sure to follow it up.

And you lived with her.

Oh.

My god, sometimes, it amazes me how gorgeous you are.

I'm not much for public affection.

Well, you might feel differently about that

in about half a minute.

What's this?

I want you to be my wife, Amanda.

Oh.

What's the matter with you? I'm serious here.

Oh, it's sweet.

But I'm...

I'm not marrying you.

I mean, I appreciate everything you've done for me

through the course of my illness,

but as we both know,

I'm better now.

Wait, what are you saying?

I'm saying I'm not interested in seeing you anymore,

much less marrying you.

Wait, wait, wait, wait, wait.

You don't want to see me?

Since when?

Our relationship...

uh, for lack of a better word,

was based on need, and that need no longer exists.

So you want to break up?

Just like that?

It's not as though we were together in any real sense.

I mean, I was vulnerable, and you were there.

Frankly, you took advantage of the situation

by drawing me into a physical relationship.

A lesser person might've filed suit.

Do you have any idea what I've gone through

just to be with you?

Do you have any idea at all?

Kimberly tried to commit suicide

because I left her for you.

Stop right there.

This is more than I need or want to know

about your psycho, compulsive marriage.

Hey.

I love you, damn it.

And I've given up everything just so I can.

Doesn't that mean anything to you?

It means that you got too involved

with your patient, doctor,

which, ultimately, is not my problem.

Nurse, you paged.

That would've been us, Dr. Mancini.

Something I can do for you gentlemen?

I'm Detective Hayes.

This is Detective Lange.

We're investigating the Kimberly Shaw case.

Wait, clarify something for me... what case?

Well, Dr. Shaw's made some serious allegations.

She's stated you tried killing her with drugs.

That's ridiculous... I'm the one who found her.

I saved her damned life.

You guys don't get it.

My wife can be,

shall we say, overly dramatic.

You know what?

I'm gonna go talk to her and find out

what this little ploy's all about.

Excuse me.

She says she has a witness.

Well, I don't care what she says.

There is no witness because there is no crime.

Kimberly tried to kill herself,

and I have the suicide note to prove it.

Where would this alleged note be? At my home.

Dr. Mancini, we obtained a search warrant earlier today.

We went over your premises with a fine-toothed comb.

The officers didn't find a note.

They did, however, find a vitamin bottle,

which Dr. Shaw alleges you filled

with a prescription pharmaceutical.

This is nuts.

She's nuts.

Can't you see that?

The contents of the bottle

are being analyzed as we speak.

If the note turns up, call me.

Meanwhile, I would suggest staying in town.

Attempted murder is a very serious charge.

I need these reports finished before my 3:00 meeting.

You should probably plan on staying late tonight.

I need some updated account stats

for my presentation tomorrow.

The figures you gave me yesterday were incomplete.

I'll get right to it.

Good... the sooner, the better.

Was there something else?

Yeah, we need to have a little talk.

I have a ton of reading to follow up on.

What can I do for you?

You could take it a little easier on Amanda for starters.

You know damn well she's doing the best she can.

I mean, it's obvious you're just riding her hard out of spite.

How dare you.

How dare you tell me how to run this business.

I'm not telling you how to run it.

I'm just telling you not to be such a bitch.

Get this straight, Billy.

What goes on between me and Amanda is private property.

She personally has a lot of wrongs to make right by me,

and she knew that coming into the game.

She also knows that she is my employee, as are you.

And the last thing I need is to be challenged

at every turn by my subordinates.

Oh, is that what I am to you, a subordinate?

Between the hours of 9:00 to 5:00, you're damn right.

Fine.

Noted for the record.

All of a sudden, she's the queen mother.

Yeah, she was pretty rough on you.

How much did you hear?

Enough to know that if I were you,

I would have steam coming out of my ears.

Yeah, well, working with your boss

is starting to send my blood pressure

higher and higher every day.

Well, maybe you should try my remedy for stress. What's that?

Well, whenever I've had it up to here

with the world, I play air hockey.

Oh, don't tell me... You have

a full-fledged arcade at your mansion.

No, there isn't.

I usually go down to the Santa Monica Pier to play.

You? Yes, me.

In fact, I'll tell you what.

I'll take you there after work, my treat.

Oh, arcade games aren't exactly my thing.

Oh, come on.

It's a great way to work through any and all kinds of tension.

Just give it a chance.

All right...

but be prepared to lose.

I'll be visualizing Alison's smiling face as the hockey puck.

Attempted murder?

Are you out of your mind?

Nice to see you too, Michael.

If this is another one of your pathetic gestures

to keep me tied to you, Kimberly, forget it.

Oh, I don't know... once Amanda gets wind of the fact

that you're being charged with attempted murder,

I seriously doubt she's gonna hang around

and wait for the conjugal visits to kick in.

You tried to take yourself out of the game.

I wasn't even there when it happened.

No, but you were just gonna let me

lay there and die, weren't you?

Correct me if I'm wrong,

but isn't that the whole point of suicide?

I can't believe I ever loved you, you heartless bastard.

And anyway, I didn't let you die.

I saved your pitiful ass.

You did not save me, Michael.

Fate just stepped in, and when it did,

it revealed to me my life's mission...

To make yours a living hell.

Whoa, you are really losing it, Kimberly,

especially if you think you can make

this attempted murder crap fly.

There's no proof... It just doesn't exist.

Wrong, Michael.

Very wrong.

Damn it!

All right.

Retrace your steps.

You stood here.

You took it.

You walked over here.

You sat down... reading it.

Then Sydney came in...

Sydney!

What's the number? What's...

Shooters.

You clipped it, didn't you?

Right from the scene of the so-called crime.

Who is this? No, let me guess.

Um, someone who's rude, brash,

and too self-important to identify himself.

Must be... Michael?

Yeah, right, I'm laughing my head off.

Where's Kimberly's suicide note?

Funny you should mention that, Michael.

Have you ever heard the expression,

"Possession is 9/10ths of the law?"

Just get to the point.

The note's for sale, Michael.

All right.

I'll meet you at the corner of Wilshire and Grove,

the coffee shop, in an hour.

We'll negotiate.

I'll bring my calculator.

You know, you're not supposed to do that

while you're on the job.

Well, it's my brother's place, and you're a waitress in it,

so need I say more?

Fine... you want to break his number one rule

and piss him off, go for it.

What, you're gonna run and tattle?

Actually, I'm off-duty,

which means I have better things to do

than care about a loser like you.

See? I was right about that game.

You were right... it was fun, it was a lot of fun.

It's magic, makes all your troubles fade away.

Alison who, right?

Actually, it reminded me of her.

Really? How so?

Aw, you'd never know it... Alison and I

used to have a blast together.

She was great, and totally spontaneous,

open to anything, fun.

That sounds extremely past tense.

Well, put it this way.

I've had a better time with you in one night

than I've had with her all year.

Which says what exactly?

It says a lot, I guess.

You know, it feels really good

to be myself around a man for a change.

Just friends.

I think it's a first for me.

Ready to play some more?

Yeah, let's do it.

So have you ordered yet?

Oh, I'm starving.

I usually eat at Shooters,

but since I had to rush over here...

What, I don't even get a cheeseburger?

The last thing I wanna do

is break bread with my blackmailer.

Now, just name your price.

Okay.

Kimberly mentioned some insurance money you're privy to.

What of it? I want half.

You honestly think you're gonna get 50 grand

for some stupid piece of paper?

You're as loony as Kimberly is.

You know, it all but absolves you of any wrongdoing, Michael.

Without the note,

and together with the planted drugs

they're gonna pin on you,

you'll be breaking rocks in no time.

I wonder if the burgers are any good here.

This is a bunch of bull.

Pay you for what?

How do I even know you have the damn note?

"You'll probably never believe this, Michael,

"but you are my reason for living.

Nothing else compared."

All right.

The money's yours... Just hand it over.

You'll get it as soon as the money is posted into my account.

Here's the number.

"Nothing else compared."

I guess there really is no accounting for taste, is there?

You know, Sydney, if I were you,

I'd watch my back...

because neither me nor the misses likes you very much.

Mr. Lambert's on the line, and he's really worked up

about some problems with the campaign,

and Alison is at her AA Meeting.

Just say she's out of the office,

and tell him to leave a message.

I'll try, but he's really upset.

I don't mean to eavesdrop,

but putting off Lambert could be a big mistake.

In the past, if he didn't get

immediate attention, he took it personally.

We almost lost him a couple times as a result.

Yeah, but Alison's the sole rep on that account...

at her own request.

Lambert knows me and my work.

I can cover for her.

Billy, I know how he operates.

He'll walk... trust me.

Transfer it to Amanda.

Thanks for the vote of confidence.

Hey, you know him best.

Would you mind pulling his file for me?

Sure.

Mr. Lambert.

It's Amanda Woodward.

No, Alison isn't here at the moment.

She's at an AA meeting.

Oh, you didn't know that?

She's had some terrible personal difficulties this year,

which may explain some of the glitches with your campaign.

Now... how can I help you?

You know, I've been doing some thinking,

and I've come to the conclusion

that we've got a lot of catching up to do.

About what?

Your life.

I want to know more about it,

about the people in it.

And I want you to know the same things about me.

So I propose...

that you let me take you and Jo

out to dinner tonight.

Oh, I don't know... Uh, it's a weekend night.

I should probably stay here.

That's already been taken care of.

Danny, the lead bartender, is gonna cover for you.

Really?

Well, I'm not so sure I'm comfortable

with the three of us.

It'll just be a get-to-know-you thing.

We're gonna have to start acting like brothers sometime, Jake.

Yeah, all right.

Where? My surprise.

Just set it up with Jo.

And... wear something nice, okay?

Hi.

How'd it go?

Great.

I always get inspired by my meetings.

They help keep me grounded.

Anything going on here?

Actually, yes.

While you were out, Mr. Lambert called,

and he was angry and demanding action.

And I ran it by Billy,

and he said to give the call to Amanda.

Amanda? Why?

I guess because she was familiar with the account from before.

Well, what happened?

Did the situation get resolved?

Yes, but now Lambert is insisting

on Amanda being his account rep exclusively.

Unbelievable.

You know, I don't want to bad-mouth anyone,

but I have to say this.

I think that Amanda has designs on your job.

What are you gonna do? Nothing.

I refuse to lose sleep over Amanda's trademark backbiting.

Besides, in her current position,

she's virtually powerless.

Would you get Lambert on the phone?

I want to set him straight about this as soon as possible.

Alison, um...

I hope you know that outside these doors,

you can count on me to be your eyes and ears.

Thanks... it means a lot to me.

Shouldn't you be posting bail somewhere?

Oh, not since I have this.

You remember it, don't you?

It's your pledge of eternal love,

your homage to heartbreak,

your suicide note.

"I'm sorry you had to find me this way," blah, blah.

"Please know that my reasons for doing this

is not to punish you, but to escape you,"

and all that crap.

How much did the little witch charge you?

Oh, it's bad business to compare costs, Kimberly.

Besides, we should move on to matters of more importance

like the fact that you're gonna drop the charges,

take a job out of state, and, generally,

get the hell out of my life.

Or what?

Or I'll see to it that the state board

and every California hospital gets a copy of this note,

written by a clearly unstable physician.

I am never leaving you or this state, Michael.

Never.

That's a copy, of course.

I had 200 made.

Now, let me break this down for you.

If you stay, you'll probably lose your medical license.

You'll be downright unemployable.

Soon after, you'll enter the ranks

of the homeless population.

But with any luck, you'll still be able

to live out at the beach...

in a refrigerator box.

But if you go...

well, then I'll destroy the note,

the whole incident will be ruled accidental,

and we'll all live happily ever after.

Well, at least I will.

So why don't you put a call into those detectives

and tell them it was all a terrible mistake?

With every cell of my body, I hate you.

I hear Anchorage General

has a good treatment program for that disorder.

So I convinced Jake that the way to ride a bike

is to tie a rope to the handlebars,

sit on it backwards, and steer with the rope

by looking over his shoulder.

I can't believe you fell for that.

I was 5 years old, it seemed like he knew what he was...

Well, everything was fine until he crashed

into old man Jackson's car.

And then, of course, Mom blamed me for it,

and I got the stuffing whipped out of me,

and Jake got off scot-free.

You know, if anybody oughta pay for this meal,

it should be you, Jake, considering...

Oh, yeah, I can get that.

Oh, let's all go dutch.

No, hey... I invited, I pay.

I thought you declared bankruptcy a few years ago.

I thought they took away your credit cards.

I got it from one of those special TV deals.

Can I see it? Jake.

That's really rude.

Some brother I got, huh?

You know, he's always thinking the worst of me.

Just let me see the credit card.

Wait, you think I lifted it, huh?

Or maybe I knocked somebody over the head for it?

Well, it sure as hell wouldn't be the first time.

You know what?

I'm getting sick of taking crap from Mr. Perfect.

Jess, sit down.

I'll pass.

I hope you enjoyed your meal.

Jake.

He went through all this trouble to buy us dinner.

You could be a little more gracious.

Jess.

Jess.

Look.

I know that your brother can be really touchy about things,

but he really does want to work things out.

And you just gotta be patient with him.

You know, all my life, I had tried to be a brother to him,

but he has shut me out from the beginning.

And now that my mother gone, he's all that's left.

It just makes it hard, you know?

I am so sorry that this happened.

Oh, well.

If nothing else, at least I got to know you better.

You're everything he described.

Don't believe the hype.

No.

I can see why he cares about you.

Why don't you come back to the table?

No.

No, we'll iron things out later, all right?

I think it'd be better if I went somewhere

and cooled off for a while.

Thanks for listening to me.

Hey. Hi.

I brought over some reports

that need to be edited before tomorrow.

Oh.

I'm sorry.

I didn't mean to just dump this on you.

It doesn't have to be first thing... maybe by noon?

You're amazing.

Look.

I know I've been a real workaholic lately,

but I'm trying not to be.

In fact, I promise,

from now on after 5:00,

no more shop talk.

Billy? What's wrong?

You can't just come over here and expect sex on demand.

I'm not demanding anything.

I'm just... being with you.

Why are you acting this way?

I thought... I thought things

were happening between us again.

Yeah, they were for about 10 minutes.

What is that supposed to mean?

Hell, you've changed since you got promoted.

But the new you is rude, and selfish,

and completely egocentric.

I'll look over the reports for you tonight,

if that's what you want.

But sleeping with the boss

isn't exactly in my job description.

Good night.

So...

without one word to me,

you've decided that we're just employer-employee now?

Right about the same time you decided

I was a subordinate from 9:00 to 5:00.

I see.

I want those reports first thing in the morning.

The noon deadline was for someone I cared about.

What do you want?

I just came by to tell you

that I'm leaving town for a while...

Fine... so bon voyage already.

And to let you know that I'm perfectly aware

of your clever, little screw-over.

And if I had more time,

I'd think of an equally clever retort...

maybe even a painful one.

But, unfortunately, I'm in a rush.

Well, I don't want to keep you.

Michael might be letting you get away with this,

but he's weak.

I'm not.

You owe me, Sydney.

And believe me, I'll be back to collect...

with interest.

Have you been waiting long?

Just five minutes or so.

Martini, very dry.

So did you bring all her current files?

I even got her phone logs in there.

Oh.

By the way, I didn't get a chance to tell you...

That bit about Lambert's memo being on Alison's desk?

Brilliant.

I thought so.

Get my friend here anything she wants.

It's on me. Thanks.

Martini, very dry.

So what do you think?

This is really excellent work, Brooke.

Just excellent.

Glad you approve.

We're gonna make quite a team at DD, aren't we?

That's the plan.

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