The car's right over here.
Is this irony, you bailing me out, or just guilt for siccing Michael on me?
I am trying to keep our practice from falling apart.
And the simplest way to do that, Peter,
is just keep your nose out of my personal affairs, and out of Michael's.
It was you, wasn't it?
Yeah, you waited outside my house.
And took shots at me.
Yeah, you almost killed me, too.
At first I thought it was a woman, but it was dark, and my imagination is...
Is way out of control. I've been in jail all night.
I just bailed him out, Michael.
Oh. Well, uh, then you hired someone. A hitman, a woman,
to knock me off while you were in the pokey, giving you a perfect alibi.
I am tired of these accusations. Do you understand?
Easy. Now, you've destroyed a lot of people's lives,
but you are not gonna destroy mine, all right? Easy, easy.
Now, you just stay the hell away from me.
You see that? Did you see that? He was ready to kill me.
The fact still remains, Michael, is it couldn't have been him,
because he was in there all night.
Instead of beating up on Coop, maybe you ought to just start asking yourself,
of all the people that hate you,
who hates you enough to want you dead?
Brett: Thanks for the ride, Peter.
I've been waiting for you.
God, it was you. What?
Please, let me explain.
You tried to kill him. You laid in wait.
Just... I realized that to scare him, and hurt him, the way we've been hurt...
No, no, there is no "we" here. You did this.
You. All right. It was me.
It was just gonna be another prank,
and then he said my daughter Kimberly's name,
and all I could think was, "he's alive and she is dead."
and scaring him
was no longer good enough.
The gun went... went off.
Oh, God, Coop, what am I gonna do?
Where's the gun? Do you have it with you?
Give it to me. Here.
All right, this is what we're gonna do.
I'm gonna drive you to a hotel.
I'm gonna get you a room, where you'll stay and you'll wait for my call.
You will not go out.
In the meantime, I will be contacting some old friends of mine in Cleveland.
They're top doctors, who run top facilities.
I'll explain your situation, then I'm gonna put you on a plane back there.
Then you will be taken to one of these facilities,
where you will admit yourself for a very long time.
What? A sanitarium?
You know what, Marion? Your only other option is prison.
And I can arrange that, too. As a matter of fact, prison will be a whole lot easier.
Oh, please. Please.
Everything's gonna be all right if you cooperate.
I will. Of course I will.
Coop, you're the only one who understands.
The only one.
So, as you all know, this is our last night.
Tomorrow, we close the doors, and Amanda and I will sign the place over to Eric Baines.
Anyway, the time will come when I get another place up and running.
Are you sure there's nothing that can be done?
Yeah, I'm sure.
I got your last checks.
Jennifer?
When I didn't hear from you, I decided to track you down.
I'd have gone inside, but, you know, funerals depress me.
So, obviously, I've decided to keep my offer open.
No new conditions or codicils either.
I'm available tonight, as a matter of fact.
I could have you home for breakfast.
And it doesn't matter that I'd lie there like a log, hating every moment of it?
It doesn't matter that I'd only be doing it to save my businesses?
You have until 8:00 tomorrow night.
I thought you hated deadlines.
I do, I do. But, unfortunately, they're usually very effective.
See you tomorrow night.
♪ The sidewalk is cracked and fried ♪
♪ The steam beneath your feet ♪
♪ You got somewhere to go ♪
♪ Somebody else you got to meet ♪
♪ And you think you've got it all figured out, my friend ♪
♪ Until the rug is pulled from under you again ♪
♪ Keep on keepin' on ♪
♪ Wait till tomorrow, it's never too late ♪
♪ Makin' everything turn out the way you need it ♪
♪ Wait till tomorrow, never too late ♪
♪ You can do it if you hold on, do it ♪
Megan! Let go of me, you maniac!
Oh, gosh, I'm sorry. I thought... I thought...
Well, I don't know what to think, because last night someone took shots at me.
Right here, in my own home.
Why didn't you call? I waited and I waited.
Who did this? Do you know?
Well, I know it wasn't Coop, because he was still in jail,
and I could've sworn it was a woman,
'cause, you know, I saw her through the curtains.
And my first thought was Kimberly, you know, so I said her name right out loud...
Look, we've been through this, okay?
Kimberly is dead. I saw her die.
Yeah, and I saw her dead. No, no, it's got to be someone else.
Oh, Lord knows, I've made a lot of enemies over the years.
Hey! What?
Hey, do you realize that you're the only woman I can trust now?
I mean, if anything is gonna come from this that's good,
then it's maybe the fact that we have a second chance.
Yeah, whatever.
What do you mean? Define "whatever."
I will, when I figure it out.
Thanks for driving me to work.
I'm so envious of you guys.
Making that transition from boyfriend-girlfriend to full-blown life commitment.
I mean, in the face of such incredible odds, too,
like no money, about to lose your jobs.
And yet you're still able to spin all of this magic.
I thought you and Craig had the same thing.
No, it's more about business than any real affection.
I mean, we have money, and we have this business, and we connect physically.
But if I even mention commitment, or any of its 300 synonyms,
the guy shuts down faster than a toy without batteries.
I wish I were getting married.
Well, it helps if it's the right guy.
Maybe Craig just isn't.
Oh, no, he definitely is.
I've got too much invested for him not to be.
Peter. Pay him back for bailing me out.
Yeah, like I'm really gonna trust you with it.
After you spilled about Kimberly and me.
Did you have to tell Michael everything?
He had questions, and a right to know who he's dealing with.
Do you really believe I moved out here to exact some kind of revenge?
I'm still curious what kind.
Did you ever think that maybe I moved out here to get away from you?
And maybe it's just a coincidence that Kimberly happened to be from here?
Oh, please!
Your obsession was no secret.
Kimberly dies, and you come and buddy up
with the guy you think is responsible for her death?
You're out to ruin him, aren't you?
You just can't face the fact that I left you for Kimberly, can you?
I left you.
Peter, Coop's here to see you.
You drove me to Kimberly.
I mean, think back. We barely talked, we fought all the time.
Come to think of it, even in a coma, Kimberly had more sex appeal.
Hey! What the hell is going on?
Such a classy lady, isn't she?
You go to hell.
What did you say to her? Ah, nothing much.
But then, with Lexi, it never did take much.
Your bail money back.
You may have a beef with Michael, that's fine.
But I don't want you upsetting her.
Oh, she doesn't need me for that.
Not when she's got a new sucker on the line.
But, hey, you know what? What do I know?
Maybe you're the guy who can turn her around.
God knows I never could.
Peter: You okay?
Yeah, I'll be right out.
No, no, a place with a key.
I want her safe from the world and herself.
Yeah, all right. That sounds perfect.
No, no, I'll put her on a flight. You'll need someone there to meet her.
Good. I'll call you when it's all arranged.
Thank you, doctor.
What do you want, huh?
Um...
How long have you been standing there?
I'm sorry. I wasn't listening. I, um...
Michael gave me my old job back,
and Peter was fine with it, and I had a tough time tracking you down,
so, anyway, Michael said I need all the partners to, uh, to sign off.
In other words, would I mind having a spy in my midst?
Well, I assure you that that is not the case.
You know, when you were in jail, I did go to Michael on your behalf.
I asked him to drop the charges.
But he hasn't, has he?
All this that's been happening has made him a little nervous.
But he will. I'm sure of it.
As soon as he finds the guilty party.
You know, in time,
he'll destroy you, too.
That can only happen if I let him.
Don't.
It would be a terrible waste.
Last chance.
The agency's yours.
I'm not gonna sleep with you.
You win.
No.
I lose.
Before you sign those,
I got something that I would like to say.
It's all right. It's okay, let him talk.
You already took my restaurant and the jazz club.
I am ruined.
You brought me down to size, Baines. You showed Amanda exactly who I am.
But then to go and take her agency out of some kind of spite.
That doesn't make any sense.
Hmm. In other words, my destruction of you should be enough.
I thought it would be. I really did.
But it wasn't.
And you're right, Kyle, in your own Neanderthal way,
by taking Amanda's agency, I accomplish nothing.
So let her keep it.
No.
Instead, I think I'll just extend the deadline.
My plans call for me to leave town by the end of the week.
You have until then.
To do what? Oh, you'll have to ask her that.
What is he talking about?
There's a way to save your company, and you haven't done it yet?
Well, what's involved? Money?
How much do you need? You don't understand.
I'd resigned myself to giving away the company. I'd made my decision.
But if there's something you can do, you got to save it Stop saying that!
Can't you see? All you've bought me is 2 more days of hell.
I just need the prescription refilled.
No, the original prescription was from my ex-husband.
Yes, I understand. Thank you, doctor. Goodbye.
Who was that?
Old friend from back home. I've really lost touch with everybody.
You feeling okay? I know you were up and down all night,
and you look kind of pale. Don't have a fever, though.
I guess I'm just coming down with something. I'll be fine.
Any other symptoms, other than sleeplessness?
It's nothing specific. I just feel a little off-center, that's all.
Peter, you're staring at me.
Come to the office. I wanna give you a full exam.
No. No, it's too weird. I like being your lover, not your patient.
All right, then. I'll set an appointment with a colleague of mine.
No one you know. Angela Hayden.
I'll set it for 2:00 this afternoon. You're not busy, are you?
Me? No. When am I ever busy?
Good. We'll have lunch afterwards.
Love you. Love you, too.
Invite to Billy and Sam's wedding.
I got one, too.
You'll take me, won't you?
If you remember correctly, the last wedding I attended, uh, didn't go so well.
Well, I just thought, as neighbors, that...
Oh, you're making the assumption that we have to do everything together?
Well, we are dating.
Well, I didn't know it was that specific. I mean, we like each other's company
and we spend time together.
All right, look, fine. I've got my invitation,
you've got yours. We'll just go separately.
And we'll forget about bowling.
Bowling?
Yeah. Sam asked us to go with her and Billy.
Would've been my first time. Really sounded like fun.
And maybe, just maybe, some of their perfect relationship might rub off on us?
Would that be so terrible?
I give up. You're impossible.
I'll take that as a yes to bowling.
And don't worry about the special shoes. I hear they provide them.
Well, Lexi, unless something shows up in the testing,
you appear to be perfectly healthy.
Oh, good. That's good.
Um... but, you know, now that I think about it,
there is one thing that maybe you could do for me.
Sometimes, I get a little anxious.
You want me to prescribe a tranquilizer.
I keep forgetting we're in Los Angeles.
This is nothing to laugh about, Lexi.
I have your prescription records from Cleveland.
You've been on a high dosage constantly for several years.
Well, um...
I... Need them.
Lexi, I assume Peter has no idea of your problem.
And I assure you, I have no intention of telling him.
But the only thing I'll prescribe for you is a treatment program.
These symptoms you're experiencing are most likely the early signs of withdrawal.
Hey! Just wanted to check and see how it's going.
It went very well. Lexi can fill you in on the details.
Thanks, Angela.
So, how'd it go?
Well, clean bill of health. Everything's fine.
Whatever I had is just a little bug.
I'll be back to myself in no time.
Oh, good, good.
Listen, uh, about lunch. I'm gonna have to cancel.
A surgery came up, but I promise I'll make it up to you tonight.
Okay? Mmm-hmm.
See you later. Okay.
Hi. Sorry to bother you at home, but, uh, you left this at the office,
and they need to be faxed in the morning. Do you want to sign it now?
Sure, come on in.
Megan, you've really been great since coming back.
Listen, if I seemed a little suspicious at first,
it really had more to do with Michael than with you.
Hello. Yeah.
No problem. Excuse me for a second.
Emergency at the hospital.
Listen, I'll sign those papers and drop them by your door later on tonight, all right?
Yeah, no problem.
Have a nice evening. Yeah, you too.
Woman on P.A.: Dr. Mancini, 3376, Dr. Mancini, 3376.
Yeah, Dr. Mancini here.
Michael, it's Megan. Look, you're not gonna believe this.
I'm following Coop south on La Cienega.
I went over to his apartment to drop off some stuff,
and there was a gun in his doctor's bag.
What? Are you sure?
A gun, and a plane ticket.
Then I followed him to the Belle Vista Hotel.
He picked up a woman there.
Did you see her face? Who is it?
It was too dark, I couldn't see.
Look... wait, wait, wait. We're turning onto Century.
The airport. All right, keep following them,
and stay in touch by cellular. I need the airline and the gate.
I'm leaving this second. And, Megan, you're doing a great job, honey. Great job.
I cannot believe how much fun I'm having.
You? Look at the guys. How about them?
Jennifer: 2 peas in a pod!
I knew if we got them together, we could make it happen.
Samantha: Oh, come on. Tell the truth.
You're just hoping Craig catches the commitment bug.
I wouldn't call it hoping, exactly.
Praying, maybe.
Right now, let's get them a beer.
'Cause after all, the real way to a guy's heart...
Is through his beer gut. Mmm-hmm.
Winner, and still champion.
Ah, sorry. Check the numbers.
You needed a strike in the last frame.
Let me see that. You don't even know how to do this right.
It's 10 for the spare, plus the 8.
It's not plus the 8. You lose.
Oh, sure, thanks to a little creative accounting.
I mean, you bowl like you do business, Billy. By the seat of your pants.
Why am I not surprised that you're a sore loser?
Because I didn't lose.
I won!
I mean, you're not gonna change, man.
Why should I? I mean, I do pretty well with what I got.
Well, you blew it with Sky High. No, no, you stole Sky High.
You and Amanda. You went to her, and secretly plotted the whole thing,
all out of some kind of need for revenge.
Yeah, like you're not doing the same thing
by taking this new gloves business to Amanda's.
I mean, trying to set her up?
I know it, she knows it. You're as transparent as they come, man.
And you're a total jerk.
You're an idiot. Really?
Craig, what are you doing?
Stop it! Billy!
Come on.
What're we doing here?
This is so ridiculous. No kidding.
You know, you're a terrible fighter. You're a terrible bowler.
Hey, that was a beautiful spare, you got to admit it.
Billy: Good, it was pretty good.
I was not cheating, I swear to God.
Double or nothing, one more game? You're on. Let's go.
Hey, great, another beer.
Thanks.
I'll be damned! It is her, Kimberly's mother.
Do you think she's the one that shot at you?
I don't think, I know.
Woman on P.A.: Flight 51 to Cleveland now boarding at Gate 22-A.
Michael, wait.
Well, isn't this interesting?
Now, I know there's no way you got a gun through security, so I guess I'm safe.
Get away from me! All right, that's enough, Michael.
You're protecting this woman?
She tried to kill me! Didn't you?
Megan, call the police. I want this woman arrested.
No, don't. Please.
Megan, please, go.
All right, yeah, she did. She tried to kill you.
In a rage of misplaced anger and grief over what happened to Kimberly. She needs help.
Right. Well, she'll get plenty in prison. Come on.
Oh, come on, prison will destroy her, and we both know it.
Look, I've got people waiting for her in Cleveland.
She's committing herself immediately upon arrival.
She's agreed to allow the doctors to decide when, or even if, she ever gets out.
Look at her, Michael.
She's beyond hurting anyone.
Sorry.
I'm so sorry.
I just missed her so much. Shh.
She blamed you, Michael.
The way that I did, too.
You took Kimberly away from both of us.
Look, I didn't do anything. She died of a damn aneurysm.
It hurt me too, okay? It still hurts.
So here's a real chance to end it. At least for Marion.
When she goes back to Cleveland, it all goes back with her.
I've forgiven you, Michael.
I don't like you much, but I don't you need to continue suffering.
What happened, happened. So be it.
Let's close the book on this thing, once and for all.
All right.
Go. Get on the plane.
Go, damn it!
You listen to me. I'm holding you responsible for this.
If anything goes wrong, anything at all,
I'm turning her in to the cops.
Because let me tell you something,
as far as I'm concerned, you're both wackos.
Come on.
I'm serious. I want you to be my best man.
Well, sure. Thanks, I'm honored.
The first official duty is to plan
the biggest, baddest bachelor party you've ever seen.
Mmm. What?
Great. You guys have your bachelor party, and we'll catch up on sleep.
You do realize that we've been up all night, right?
Oh, it's good for the soul every once in a while.
So, Sam, since Craig is gonna be my best man,
I think you should make Jennifer your maid of honor.
I already have one, remember?
Oh! Connie. Connie what's-her-name.
She's an old buddy from art school.
Hi, it's Sam.
God, this must be the longest game of phone tag in history.
Anyway, thank you for agreeing to be my maid of honor.
It will be so great to see you again.
God, I have missed you so much, Connie.
It's gonna be a great wedding!
Connie: Over my dead body.
Excuse me. Has anybody seen Dr. Burns?
He's still in surgery.
If this is an emergency, I can interrupt him.
No, it's no emergency. Thank you.
You okay? You all right? Yes.
I was just looking for Peter, you know.
When did you run out of pills?
2 days ago.
Wow! Didn't I leave you with like 20 refills? So, what is it this time, Lexi?
Is it turmoil in the new relationship or angst over the old one?
Drop dead.
Peter doesn't have a clue, does he?
What do you think?
I'd tell him that his dream come true is a drug addict?
Not likely.
I'm a real mess here, Coop.
I'm falling apart.
Yeah, you must be, to be telling me all this.
Would you like me to write you a prescription for more pills?
I don't need much. You know, I mean...
I know I got to beat this thing, it's just...
I just need a little more stability in my life first, you know?
I shouldn't have to tell you, this isn't the answer.
Still, this should get you through till you sort things out.
You can't tell Peter.
I mean, I will, when the time's right.
But if he found out now that I've been hiding this from him, he'd just be furious.
Now, why would I wanna jeopardize your relationship with Peter?
Right now, it's about my only chance of getting off the alimony train.
I don't know what to say.
Oh, I do.
You owe me.
Dr. Cooper?
There's a call for you on line 2.
Yeah, this is Brett Cooper.
Michael, I got bad news.
My people in Cleveland said Ms. Shaw never got off the plane.
Apparently, it stopped in Chicago with a weather delay.
She could've gotten off there. Oh!
Damn, I never should've trusted you. This is a major screw-up!
Look, I know, I should've gone with her. But this is the last thing I expected.
This is Dr. Mancini. Give me the police.
Enough of this humanitarianism. I'm turning the bitch in.
Hey! Billy?
What's happening, Craig? Are you in the element? Mmm.
How are you, buddy? All right.
Oh, yes!
Go! That's good.
You know what, this could not be better timing, Billy. I got to blow off steam.
Anybody drinking this? Yeah, it's yours.
All right. I would like to make a toast to Billy.
May your life remain as uncluttered as it is tonight.
Because, my friend, you are our hope
that romance is not yet dead.
Cheers.
Mr. Fields? This is the last time I'm coming up here.
You either quiet down, or vacate the premises.
I'll do my best, ma'am, and that's a promise.
In the meantime, can I offer you a beer,
or perhaps a nice bottle of chardonnay from the mini-bar?
You have until 10:00. Then I call in the deputies.
I think you had her.
You had her. Uh-uh.
Craig: Let's dance!
Okay, let's try this glove.
I must say, it looks impressive.
Wait till you see it in action.
You mind if I watch?
Fine. No second opinions, though, unless they're asked for.
What's going on? I thought Michael was through with you guys.
The crazy woman never got to Cleveland.
Dr. Mancini's got a whole manhunt going.
He wants a bodyguard until they find her.
All right, well, I'm gonna go get a cup of coffee.
If you see him first, tell him I'm here. Sure.
So, what do you think of it?
It's very precise. And quick.
I'm frankly surprised someone of your limited ability dreamed it up.
So am I.
Mind if I watch?
Michael: Uh, Peter, I know I said I wouldn't say anything,
but you might wanna make better contact with the cauterizer on the tissue.
Michael, look out!
No!
Megan: Oh, my God! She stabbed me.
No, Marion! No, no, no.
I'm here, baby, I'm here.
Just as well. You took my Kimberly, I'll take your whore!
Get her out of here, and call the police.
It's an arterial bleeding.
You need surgery. O.R. 2 is available.
I got to finish this first.
I'll do it. On 3, ready? Wait, wait.
It's gonna be okay. One, 2, 3.
All right, let's go.
All right, I need 2 large-bore IVs, wide open.
Wait a second, what are you doing?
There's no time to argue, Michael.
All right, let's...
Mmm.
I think I'll send you out to bachelor parties more often.
All this attention.
Guilty, or you just missing me?
No, I just wanna make love to you 24 hours a day,
every day, until the day of the wedding.
Oh, that's right.
Today's the day of our announcements in the paper. Go, hurry, go get it!
What is this? A preview of things to come? That old ball and chain thing?
Go, go, go.
You must be Billy.
I'm Connie. Sam's old pal from university.
She did tell you I'm gonna be maid of honor, didn't she?
Sure she did. Yeah.
Nice to meet you. Come on in. Thank you.
Connie!
Oh, my gosh! I forgot, I was supposed to meet you at the airport.
Don't worry about it. I found a cab.
Oh, gosh! Look at you. You look great.
So do you, Miss Soon-to-be-married.
Hmm? Oh, and the groom. Total hunk.
Nice pecs.
So, I'll just get some clothes on, and I'll take you to your hotel.
Oh, no way! No hotels. You are staying with us.
We have an extra bedroom, and we would love the company. Right, Billy?
Right.
If you insist. What am I gonna do?
You are gonna unpack this second,
and then you are gonna catch me up on everything. Okay.
Take care. I will.
You looking for me?
I was, but I changed my mind.
Where are you going?
There are other ways of letting someone know
that you don't want a commitment.
Okay, I'm a guy, I was looking for a way.
For what? To send a message?
Well, I got it. Way too loud and way too clear.
Still sleeping.
She's not sleeping.
She's in a coma.
What? A coma? Why the hell wasn't I notified?
What did you do to her, Coop, huh?
I swear to God, if you're responsible here...
Michael, for God's sake, keep your voice down.
Listen, it was an allergic reaction to the anesthetic. It almost killed her.
Oh, great. This is just great. I am looking into this, Coop.
I promise, as chief of staff,
I'll launch a complete investigation...
Dr. Mancini, I was there.
She went into a full cardiac arrest.
If Dr. Cooper hadn't reacted as quickly as he did, she would be dead.
All right. What the hell do we do?
Brett: We pray.
And we never give up hope.
You want me to take over that staff meeting for you?
Yeah, okay.
Oh, no. No, I better do it.
I'm late, aren't I?
Look, um, Coop, I'm sorry.
It's okay. You didn't know.
Don't you worry.
I won't let anything happen to you.
A last drink.
And a little toast to...
Oh, what should we drink to?
I know. Selfishness.
To selfishness, everywhere!
I went to 3 different restaurants today. Can't even get a job as a chef.
I suppose they'd take me at a fast food joint.
Or maybe I could stay closer to home and clean the pool at the apartment building.
Stop talking like this. It's exactly what Eric wanted.
To make me look like a total loser? Mission accomplished, Mr. Baines.
Hey.
Ready to go? Go where?
Amanda didn't tell you?
I found a client that might get us off the hook.
Just under the deadline, that's great!
Good for us.
Go for it. I mean, any hope is better than no hope at all.
Good luck.
Amanda. Let's do it.
I wish you would just tell me what this is about.
No, never mind. You did a great job.
Kyle bought it completely.
Is there any chance you can save the agency,
or is that just a big lie, too?
No, actually, there's a very good chance.
I should get everything back.
Oh, this is great.
But wait. Kyle can never know about this.
You have to keep quiet.
All right, I won't tell anybody. You have my word.
Thanks.
Good luck. Good night.
Hi. Come on in. Come on in.
You look lovely.
Get you something to eat? I'm having champagne.
It's an excellent wine.
I'm fine.
Right. Why rush things, right?
I'll put some music on.
You just make yourself comfortable.
I wanna see the papers first.
The ones giving Kyle back his restaurant and the club.
And the promise
that you'll end your assault on my agency.
Here. I'll sign them, uh, afterwards.
I leave anything out?
Everything's in order.
Oh, not quite.
You still haven't had your champagne.
No, no. No tears.
No, I will not accept that. You get yourself together. The bathroom's in there.
Kyle, I haven't been honest with you.
Which time?
There have been so many.
About what's going on.
About what I know.
You must have some clue, some suspicion.
What the hell are you talking about, Taylor?
Eric's offer to Amanda.
That if she sleeps with him, he will stop his onslaught.
And up until tonight, she had said no.
But I guess losing her agency was just a little too much for her.
You better be telling me the truth.
Kyle, don't shoot the messenger. You said, "until tonight."
Well, the Billy thing was just a ruse, so you wouldn't wonder where she is.
No. No, you're lying.
This is just more of your lunacy.
Kyle, Amanda's taking Eric up on his offer.
I saw her and Billy leave separately.
And if you don't believe me, call Billy.
10 to one, he's home with Sam.
The Kyle I know would never put up with this.
I hate these sleeves. They make me look like a barmaid in some Elizabethan tavern.
Okay, you're right. It's God-awful.
Thank you. Here, try this one.
Mmm. Pink.
Oh, Billy, can you get the phone? We're up to our gills here.
Hello.
You're insane for coming here.
No, the insane thing would've been staying away.
She came here of her own free will.
Bull! You chipped away at her for weeks, right under my nose.
I'm a fool for not having seen it.
But now...
everything is crystal clear. Did you do it?
You sleep with her?
What if I say we did?
I'm killing you anyway, so it really doesn't matter.
You don't have the guts.
Kyle, don't. It's not worth it.
Oh, God! Help me.
Tell him! Tell him we didn't have sex.
Save your life. Please...
Save your life, you slimeball.
Tell me I'm seeing things.