Kyle: Here's a toast to the service.
Getting out of it, getting out of this desert
and to getting out of these fatigues.
Mmm.
To all night dancing and romancing.
And to my sweet Kyle,
the first man I've ever really loved.
Yeah? Man: Hey, boss.
Uh, sorry to get you up, but we need help. Can you come in?
Where's Taylor?
She's out of town for a couple of days.
Didn't she mention it?
Does she ever?
Oh, man.
I'll be in.
Great.
Hey, Nick.
I didn't realize the circus was in town.
Well, it's nice to see you again, too.
Look, we're not open for business yet,
so why don't you just get out and stay out?
Why don't you tell me about Christine first?
It's like I said on the phone, there's nothing to tell.
You wasted your time and money coming out here.
Now, go back home before you regret it.
Please, I just want to know who she is and what she meant to Kyle.
I saw a photograph. Do "The Three Musketeers" mean anything to you?
Just how stupid are you, huh?
I said to get the hell out.
Now, if I see you around here again,
I'm gonna smash your teeth to the back of your head.
Do you understand that?!
♪ ♪
♪ The clock struck 12 but not a soul had gone ♪
♪ Up jumped the boogie and the band played on ♪
♪ We all kept dancing till the break of dawn ♪
♪ Up jumped the boogie and the band played on ♪
♪ They got the swing ♪
♪ The swingiest thing ♪
♪ I love when they sing ♪
♪ Up jumped the boogie and the band played on ♪
♪ The cops came in but when they heard our song ♪
♪ Up jumped the boogie and the band played on ♪
♪ They started dancing, didn't take too long ♪
♪ Up jumped the boogie and the band played on ♪
♪ They got the swing ♪
♪ The swingiest thing ♪
♪ I love when they sing... ♪ ♪
Here you go. Strong and sweet.
I assume that's still how you take it.
Reminds me of you.
Anyway, I rarely change my habits.
Mmm. Including popping in and surprising me at the least expected moment.
Pleasantly so, I might add.
I'm off.
Mr. Sterling, sir, I can't stay for breakfast.
I got a full calendar this morning.
Thomas: Ah, you go ahead.
My daughter and I have some things we need to talk about.
Have a good one. Mmm-hmm. Have fun.
What are you doing with that bozo?
Enjoying his company, immensely.
Daddy, he deserves your respect,
and I want you to be nice to him, okay?
I don't know, Lexi, ever since you left Coop,
you've become downright strong-minded.
Ever since I left Coop, I've been living a life that I wanna lead
instead of being told how to live it.
You were too tough on him.
Oh! Daddy, Coop's bedside manner
included climbing into one with a patient.
All men get stupid now and then.
The exception of your father, of course.
I'm perfect.
But you can't tell me that this Burns fellow is even half the man that Coop is.
Daddy, he's just as successful as Coop ever was.
He's a lot more fun. And you know what? He's a better doctor.
Now, if you're done giving me the third degree,
I've got an appointment I have to get ready for.
I love you.
I love you, too.
Good morning. Good morning.
Let me give you a hand.
Thanks.
Coop, right?
Yeah. You remembered.
Is Michael home?
He's inside.
Listen, I didn't get a chance to say goodbye the other night.
You left in such a hurry.
I hope everything was all right?
Nothing serious.
I'm moving in, actually.
Yeah, it seems like it.
I think Michael needs someone like you.
You really think so?
Absolutely.
Mike: Amber, did you get everything out of the...
Hey. What are you doing here?
Look, I just came by to offer an olive branch.
Megan and I, we feel badly that things have gotten so uncomfortable between us.
And we'd like to start fresh. Clean slate.
Yeah? Well, you can take your olive branch and your clean slate,
and you can shove them both... Michael!
Look, you stay out of this, Amber.
All right. Okay. Okay.
Clean slate.
Thanks. I know Megan'll appreciate it.
Hey, maybe the four of us can get together for dinner soon?
Uh, I'll check my book, okay?
Look, you know, if you don't mind, we're in a bit of a hurry.
Oh, sure, sure, sure.
See you tomorrow night?
Tomorrow night?
Yeah, you know what? I forgot to tell you.
Must've slipped my mind.
Burns/Mancini and Cooper, we're throwing a reception for all the hospital bigwigs.
I hope you'll make it.
Of course, she will.
She's living with me now.
Well, then, great. I'll see you tomorrow night.
Oh, and congratulations.
Thanks.
Snake.
I think he's nice.
Yeah. That's what they said about Ted Bundy.
And to top it all off, Lexi's father shows up out of the blue.
Tom's in town?
Yeah, what's his story anyway?
He's rich, powerful, Machiavellian.
Did I mention rich?
I mean, he's an ornery S.O.B.
Yeah. Word of advice. Stay on his good side.
Is there such a thing?
I never had trouble finding it.
We always got along great.
Oh, did you get a copy of that RSVP list for tomorrow?
It includes the entire board.
Well, maybe this reception will do some good after all.
Yeah, as long as Mancini behaves himself.
He's been nothing but a drain on the company lately.
I thought you and Mike were getting along these days.
Look, this doesn't have anything to do with getting along.
One more screw up on his part could sink all of us, Peter.
But, hey, you know what? I'm the freshman member of this team.
I'm sure you'll know when things get to the point when we need to cut him loose.
Nobody's cutting anyone loose.
Michael's a great salesman and we may need that tomorrow.
I'll see you at the staff meeting.
Hey.
Hey. Thought the whole idea of you going home at night was to get some sleep.
You don't look very rested, mister.
No, I'm okay.
I've just been sitting here, watching you,
thinking about how beautiful you are.
And how lucky I am to be marrying you.
Hmm.
I'm going to walk down that aisle, I swear to God.
No one's gonna be pushing me in a chair.
I believe you.
And either way, I will be there,
waiting for you.
Oh, sorry for interrupting.
Oh, um, it's okay.
No, come on in. Come on in.
We were just talking about the wedding.
Wedding?
Oh, I'm sorry. Kyle, you were supposed to tell...
Kyle: I thought that...
Amanda and I are getting married.
Well, good for you two.
Thank you, Peter.
And most of all, thank you for coming to my rescue
and making me realize what's most important in my life.
What are friends for?
Besides, you've been through a lot.
If anyone deserves some happiness, it's you.
Congratulations, Kyle.
Thanks.
Amanda.
Oh, my God, Peter.
What is it?
I can feel pressure on my legs.
Wait. Quick, stick a pin in my foot or something.
Can you feel this?
Yeah!
Yeah, it's not a sharp pain,
but it's a sensation of pressure.
It's good. That's very good.
I'm gonna get a complete neurological workup on you.
What does that mean?
I won't know anything until the test results come back.
But it's a good sign. It's a very good sign.
Oh!
Man: Psst! Ms. Mancini?
Who's there?
It's about your company.
People's lives are in danger.
Dr. Mosley, is that you?
It doesn't matter who I am.
I can't be connected with this.
But somehow, I felt I could trust you.
Fine. Whatever.
What lives are in danger?
Anybody fitted with your new heart valve.
What? What's wrong with the valve?
Follow the money.
Mosley, stop the Deep Throat act and spill.
Okay. Okay.
Craig Field has strongly insisted
that we go along with a potentially dangerous deception.
He's going to quietly switch manufacturers to cut costs.
Not again. We just went through this.
I know. But this time the results could be deadly.
The new supplier is utilizing
a much less reliable polymerization process.
Cheap plastics in a heart valve could lead to clots,
which could lead to deaths.
Oh, man!
Mr. Field has threatened me and my entire team
if we don't endorse the switch.
Threatened to fire you?
That, and worse.
That's why we have to be careful.
Okay. Don't worry, I'll get into it right away.
Thank you.
Here's all the documentation. Memos, everything.
And, Jennifer,
you're even more beautiful than I remember.
In another, less dangerous time,
maybe we could have something.
Goodbye, for now.
Craig, what have you done now?
Hiya, Nick.
How the hell did you get in here?
Told the landlord I was your sister.
It knocked me out when she believed me.
Oh, by the way,
she told me your rent was two months overdue.
So, I gave her the cash. Paid in full.
What do you want from me, Taylor?
Well, a drink would be nice.
I didn't wanna go pokin' around for your booze.
Thanks, Nick.
Listen, this won't take long.
I want to know about Christine.
Okay.
She's dead.
Dead? Oh, damn!
Now, what do you really want?
Something you can't give me.
Do you remember Amanda Woodward?
Well, she's got her claws into Kyle.
They're getting married. Isn't that sweet?
My invitation must've gotten lost in the mail.
Well, it's not like they're having some big shindig.
The woman's a physical mess.
She went down in a helicopter.
And Kyle just proposed to her
out of some sick sense of guilt.
That's why he's having these nightmares about Christine.
And I just thought that if she was the one true love of his life,
then maybe I could find her,
she could just rattle his cage
and wake him up to the mistake he was making with Amanda.
You are one sick broad.
You should be locked up before you ruin any more lives.
Nick, tell me more about Christine.
There is more, isn't there?
I'd rather let the dead stay buried.
Now, go away.
You two make quite a team.
Just the breath of fresh air Flash Sporting Goods needs
to kick us back into the big leagues.
There is one little hitch in the giddy up, though.
Fred and I were talking on the way over,
and we decided to go with a celebrity spokesman.
Well, whoever you got your eye on,
we'll do our best to sign 'em up.
Jeff Baylor. What do you think?
Tiger Woods of the minor leagues.
Bingo!
Half a season left in his contract,
and every major league team is chomping at the bit to sign him.
Yeah, every ad agency too.
So, if we don't get him, I'm sure there's other baseball players.
Nope. We're set on Baylor.
You call us when you make the deal.
You bet.
Take care.
We are so dead.
What?
What are you talking about?
We've just got the campaign. All we have to do is sign Baylor.
How tough can that be?
Amanda and I made a run at him when he was a rookie.
He's got a thing against endorsements.
Do you even know who Jeff Baylor is?
Uh, left fielder for the Orange County Sentinels?
Last season he finished with 35 home runs and a 395 batting average.
Well, I'm a baseball fan.
You never cease to amaze me.
Where's your wedding ring?
Oh.
I was kinda hoping to have it back before you noticed.
I dropped it down the kitchen sink.
And I called the plumber, and he had to take the trap apart, but he got it.
It was just all gunky, and the prong was loose.
The jeweler, he said that it was gonna take a week to fix, so...
I just knew that you were gonna be mad at me for even letting it go.
I'm not mad. The important thing is you got it back.
You don't have to hide things from me.
You're overreacting. I don't think so.
If you know, going in, that our valve could kill patients,
the potential liability alone...
Where'd you get your information from, Mosley?
He's an egghead.
He knows zip about manufacturing or the bottom-line.
Is it true, Craig?
You're out of line, Jennifer.
And if you value your little job in my company,
you'll keep your nose out of my business.
This is our company and our business.
And I came to you in confidence because I care about you.
If this was anyone else, I'd be hollering bloody murder.
Interesting way of putting it.
Because, um,
if you open your trap to anyone,
I'll kill you.
Craig, cut the dramatics.
I'm not gonna stand by and let...
I mean it, Jennifer.
You say one word, and you'll be very sorry.
Nick: All right, we had sex. Now, what do you want?
I bet you really miss Kyle.
The man saved my life.
I never thought you or anyone could come between us.
Now look at me.
Lying in bed with his wife.
Well, I'm his ex-wife, for now.
I wish there was some way I could help you two be friends again.
Maybe it would make up for all the mistakes I've made.
But, Amanda has him now.
But only because she hooked him
with that money he wanted for the jazz club.
Jazz club?
He opened a jazz club above the restaurant.
Why?
It's something we talked about doing.
I can't believe he went and did it without me.
Well, like I told you. Amanda owns his butt now.
The club's gorgeous though.
You should see it. It's doing really well.
It's got a really good reputation.
I own part of it.
I'd share it with you if you'd help me.
Help me prove to Kyle just how bad Amanda is for him.
Nick, why do you think Kyle never mentioned Christine?
War tends to make you want to forget a lot of things.
He loved her?
They loved each other
like no two people I'd ever seen.
It was magic.
They met on the way over to the Gulf.
Christine was a Marine in the first support group.
She died in battle?
No.
Later.
She lived...
for a while.
What aren't you telling me, Nick?
Nothing. Look.
I know what last night was all about,
but it's not gonna work, Taylor.
I might've betrayed Kyle last night, but I'm not...
What? What, Nick?
What else is there?
Just get out, all right?
All right. Just get out. You had your fun.
You've gotten all you're gonna get out of me.
Now, go poison someone else's life.
Just go.
Mr. Sterling.
Hey, Burns, why didn't you tell me Coop made you a partner?
Hell, you just gone up a whole half notch in my esteem.
Actually, I was...
I don't know when we can work that game in tomorrow,
but I'll call you tonight and we'll set a time.
Great. I'll keep my schedule free.
You two playing golf together?
Golf? No, no, no.
Golf's for lazy men.
We play tennis. Mano a mano.
Talk to you tonight.
See you, Tom. Mr. Sterling.
The guy hates me.
Well, hate is such a strong word...
Where did he get the idea that you brought me in as a partner?
Hey, not from me.
Listen, Tom hears what he wants to hear.
Well, clean his clock at tennis.
I'll be lucky to win a point.
Jennifer?
Coop, there you are.
We need to talk.
What's wrong?
Craig is what's wrong.
He's gone off the deep end.
Oh, great. I'll take care of him later.
You know, I actually think we're making a good impression here, Peter.
Well, I hope it goes deeper than how much money we spent on this thing.
Where is Mancini?
Stuck in beach traffic, probably.
You know Michael, he loves to make an entrance.
There he is. How are you doing?
Oh, my God!
I thought I was being a bit daring.
I need a drink.
Excuse me.
Well, look at her, isn't she beautiful?
Michael, do you mind if I borrow Amber just for a moment?
Yeah, sure.
You two get acquainted.
Amber, I don't wanna seem out of line here,
but do you mind if I offer you a small bit of advice?
No, not at all.
The dress is... is lovely.
But for this crowd it might just be a little too risqué.
But Michael said it was perfect.
A real turn-on.
Of course, he did.
But the idea here is to impress, not to titillate.
I mean, you wouldn't wear that to a dental function, would you?
Why would I be at a dental function?
Well, because the other night you said you were...
A dental hygienist.
Yes.
But I never mix business with pleasure.
This is my first one of these, actually.
Mmm! Well, listen. Here.
This will take the edge off...
kinda.
Oh, no, I couldn't.
No, no, no. Please. Please. I insist.
You will be so much more comfortable.
Everyone will.
Thanks, Megan, I appreciate it.
Yeah.
Here you go.
You know, I ran into your dad and Coop at the hospital today.
I didn't realize they were such pals.
Yeah, well, daddy thought that Coop hung the moon.
Oh, but don't worry, he'll learn to love you too.
You know, he'd prefer
to tear my arms off and beat me to death with the bloody stumps.
You know that, don't you?
Be nice. That's my father.
First impressions are very important.
Charlie Charming. I promise.
Thank you.
Hey. Oh!
A friendly face.
What, Michael leave you in the lurch?
Ah, it's okay. He's just busy doing his thing.
You look a little nervous. But I've got just the thing for you.
Champagne.
No, I shouldn't.
I get crazy on this stuff.
Duh! Don't be silly. It'll relax you.
I don't think I should.
Doctor's orders.
Oh, boy!
Here we go.
Hmm?
Trust me. I'll watch out for you.
I promise.
Thank you.
Ooh.
Announcer, over p.a.: Flight number 177 from El Paso,
now arriving at gate 35.
Nick: So, tell me more about this jazz club.
It's a really classy place.
It's sort of like a big, comfortable living room.
It's got great lighting, state of the art sound system.
And we get a lot of great acts. Big ones.
Sounds just like what Kyle and I always planned.
Except he's miserable, Nick. You wouldn't recognize him.
Amanda's got him walking around like a castrated puppy.
She's making all the decisions, she's bossing him around.
Oh, you'd puke if you saw him.
Waitress: Sir?
Give me a Jack, straight up.
All right.
Christine didn't die.
Her injuries were serious. She was...
her face was disfigured in the blast.
And she didn't want Kyle chained to an invalid for the rest of his life.
She wanted to be remembered the way she was.
So she made me promise to tell Kyle that she had died.
Last time I saw her, she was being transferred back to the States.
She covered her tracks,
and I told Kyle she was dead.
I hated myself every day since.
But it's what she wanted.
You know, it's what I promised.
My God!
Well, now you know the whole truth.
For whatever good it'll do ya.
Oh, Nick, this just might be the answer to everything.
Excuse me. Pardon me.
Michael. Michael, I need to...
Michael!
Uh, would you...
take care of your date, please. Now.
Whoo!
Oh, boy.
Hey, Amber, come on. That's enough.
Mikey! Come on.
I thought I'd just loosen up the crowd a little.
Get down from off the table, will you, please? Come on.
Dance with me.
Amber!
Man: Step right up. Step right up.
All you he-man and he-ladies...
Honey, if this doesn't work, Amanda's gonna kill us.
The company laid out $2,000 to get in here.
Oh, have faith.
Okay. Now, all we have to do
is find out where he's signing autographs.
I don't think he's signing autographs. Come on.
Whoa! That was close.
Come on! Ain't there anybody out there with an arm that can get me wet?
How you doing there, Jeff?
Show me your heat, pal.
Oh! Not much there. I gather you don't throw a ball for a living.
My name's Billy Campbell. I'm Vice President of Amanda Woodward Advertising.
Ay!
Well, Campbell, don't quit your day job.
I'd just like a chance to pitch you a campaign.
Your agent's been out of town,
and I think you should hear it right away, that's all.
Look, I'm here to raise money for a good cause, not to help businessmen.
You're out of balls, so either buy some more
or let the next person in line have a crack.
Three more, please. Woman: Here you go.
Ooh! And it just keeps getting worse.
Hope you're a better ad man than you are a pitcher.
It's a great new sports company.
The campaign is perfect for you.
We're the best agency in town.
Is the pretty lady there with you?
Hi, I'm Samantha. I'm with the Art Department,
and I have some great sketches to show you
if you just give us five minutes.
I'll tell you what, Campbell.
If Miss Arts Department here can get me wet with your last ball,
I'll listen to your sales pitch.
Otherwise you're gonna have to give someone else a shot.
Well, I guess this sale's gone.
Hey, it ain't over till the fat lady sings.
Take a deep breath, Jeff.
Yes!
Man: Home run!
So don't forget to call us on Monday.
In high school they clocked my fast ball at 67 miles an hour.
It's not bad for a girl, huh?
You didn't say much when you got home last night.
You okay?
Oh, I'm great. I'm just great.
You know, that little peep show you put on
was all that was needed to put the last nail in my coffin.
So, what the hell were you thinking?
I mean, it was a medical reception, not a bachelor party.
I told you, it was the champagne.
I don't handle alcohol very well,
and you left me alone, and...
Oh, right! So it was my fault.
What the hell was I thinking, taking a bimbo to a ball?
You know, trash all dressed up is still just trash.
Peter: This just seems like an extreme step.
Last night was a total disaster.
Michael is out of control.
And you know what? He's taking both of us down with him.
I know. I know. But maybe we can work something out with him.
Hi.
Why the emergency meeting?
Well, Michael's on his way over here,
and we're discussing whether or not to...
cut him out of the practice.
Peter, is that what you want?
I want to hear what Michael has to say.
But last night was not a good thing.
Oh, come on. He used some bad judgment.
Guys, this would kill him.
Brett: Megan, he's killing us.
Now, if we cut Michael out now maybe we can gain back some respect.
As it stands now...
I had a feeling I was headed for a lynching.
Michael, nothing has been discussed yet.
Well done, people.
Coop, didn't even feel the blade till it was sawing through my carotid.
And, Peter, you've been out for my hide
ever since I took the Chief of Staff from you.
But, Megan, what's in this for you, huh?
Michael, I had nothing to do with this decision.
Oh, right. You're sleeping with this jerk,
and you had no idea he was out to submarine me?
Michael, you have to admit, your behavior recently has been...
don't you try and lecture me, you traitor.
I suppose you're all feeling pretty good about yourselves right now, huh?
I mean, all you got to do is wipe the blood off the sword,
and then you can enjoy a nice, quite dinner,
knowing that you've gotten rid of your little Michael problem.
Well, I promise you all,
your problems have just begun.
A toast.
To old friends and new enemies.
I salute you all.
What? You want a piece of me, dirt bag? Come on. Huh?
Well, that was predictable.
Megan.
I'm going home, okay. This whole scene has left a bad taste in my mouth.
Hi.
What's up?
Well, you won't believe what happened to me today,
but I go to my office thinking that I'm still part of a company,
and Coop kicked me out.
I don't have a job anymore.
But I guess you already knew that, didn't you?
Yeah. I'm sorry.
Do you have a vase for these? I brought them as an apology.
Sure.
You didn't have to do that, you know.
I know.
I could've saved them for your funeral.
I mean, did you really think that I wouldn't know who tipped off Coop?
Just get out, Craig.
I don't care where you go, just get out.
Well, there's nowhere to go because the company owns my car,
and Coop repossessed it because of you.
Once again, a selfish little piece of garbage
has managed to destroy everything that I've created.
Now you're gonna be sorry.
Jennifer!
Hey!
Are you okay?
I think so.
He's insane.
No kidding.
Sorry.
Christine!
Amanda.
Amanda?!
Amanda: In here.
Hey. I made it all by myself.
It wasn't pretty, but I did it.
Impressed?
You okay?
Yeah, it's just...
I woke up and you weren't there.
It scared me, that's all.
Well, nothing seems broken.
It's gonna smart for a few days, though.
Listen, why don't you come by the office and...
Oh, yeah. I don't have an office anymore.
Michael, I'll be fine.
Listen, do you know where this bastard Craig is?
I'd like to take a few aggressions out on him.
I think Billy and I did a pretty good job of that already.
Well, I hope you're gonna file a police report.
He's probably long gone.
Nothing here for him but bad memories.
I heard what happened to you.
How are you doing?
Well, terrific. They'll be taking the knives out of my back any day now.
I'm sorry, bro.
Pretty lousy weekend, huh?
I'll bounce back, I always do.
That's the Mancini spirit.
Thank you for coming, Michael.
Hey, what are big brothers for?
Now listen, I'll check in on you again tomorrow.
Right now I have an office I have to spend the day cleaning out.
Get some rest. Okay.
Come on.
Thank you.
My fish was great. How's the steak?
Overcooked.
Oh, daddy, well, mine is perfect. You wanna trade?
Forget about it.
We've got something more important to talk about.
I've got a proposition for you, Lexi.
Sterling-Conway Enterprises is opening a West Coast division.
I want you to run the place.
You interested?
Daddy! Daddy!
Of course I'm interested!
Oh!
I love you so much.
I promise I will not let you down.
Well, of course you won't.
Oh! I got so excited I just dipped myself in your steak sauce.
Would you excuse me for a moment?
You know, this is really wonderful of you, Tom.
She's been talking about a career in interior design,
but this is a great opportunity for her.
You're not the sharpest knife in the drawer, are you, son?
Excuse me?
You think I'm doing all this just to employ my daughter?
I've done my homework on you, doctor.
You have all the morals of a rabid skunk.
Since Lexi seems to have nothing better to do
than to satisfy whatever carnal urges she has toward you,
I'll have to put up with you for the time being.
You know, Mr. Sterling...
But once she tastes life as the head of a Fortune 500company,
she's gonna wake up one morning, open her eyes,
and wonder what the hell she ever saw
in a smarmy, small potatoes loser like you.
Yeah. All fixed. Oh, daddy, I'm so jazzed, I could just scream.
Oh, tell me some more.
Well, the papers are all filed, Ms. Sterling.
All that remains is to find the office space and start staffing.
Oh!
Cheers.
Hey, you ready to go?
This restaurant's supposed to be great.
I thought you were being straight with me,
but you've been out to sabotage Michael all along, haven't you?
Megan, no.
Look, anything that's happened to Michael has been his own doing.
You know, I saw you pouring drinks for Amber the other night.
You were trying to get her drunk.
I was being a good host. I was getting Michael's date a drink.
What's with this suspicious attitude all of a sudden?
Look, a lot of strange things are happening to Michael lately.
Like what, huh?
Well, like him shooting himself in the foot again?
Megan...
you got to get over this Michael fixation of yours.
I mean, why be loyal to a man who has brought you nothing but grief?
What? Is it guilt? Because he helped you turn your life around?
Or is it jealousy?
Because now he's doing the same thing for Amber.
What is that supposed to mean?
Megan, she's a stripper, for God sakes.
Well, that doesn't exactly come as a shock. But so what?
Well...
He's trying to recreate you through her.
So, why didn't you tell me this before?
Was it because you were trying to use it to set up Michael?
Would you listen to yourself?
I mean, you sound as paranoid as he does.
I mean, do you really think that somebody as self-destructive as Michael
needs to be set up?
I don't know. I don't know what to think right now.
What I do know is that this date is off.
Megan, come on.
No, I just need some time to decide if I trust you anymore.
Amanda: I'm fine.
I've got a briefcase full of papers to read,
and I just want you to concentrate on keeping our club running smoothly.
I can do that by phone from our bed.
Kyle.
Okay.
Look, I'll be home in a couple of hours.
If you need anything, you call me.
I love you.
I love you, too.
Oh, shoot.
God! I'm an idiot.
Help!
Craig: Give me the key. Come on.
Please, mister. Just don't kill me.
I just want the car. I gave it to you and now I want it back.
Craig, what are you doing with a gun?
Stop this before you get into any more trouble.
All the trouble I've had is because of you
and everyone else in this hell-hole.
No, Craig, you've just had some bad luck, that's all.
It's not too late to get your life back on track.
Just don't do this.
No, no, no, no. It's too late.
Sydney was right.
You're all a bunch of emotional vampires.
That's why I got to get away from you.
Goodbye, Jennifer.
Amber?
Amber, we need to talk.
Amber?
Huh! Amber?
Ah! Good riddance.
Where's my TV?
My VCR is gone.
The microwave!
My cappuccino machine!
Oh, man! My stereo!
There was a grand of cash in here,
and my grandpa's cufflinks!
Damn that bitch!
How could she do this to me?
Amanda: Help!
Somebody please help me.
Who's there?
Oh! For God's sakes, Amanda.
I didn't even know you were out of the hospital.
Help me get back to bed, Taylor.
Oh, careful!
Oh, God! You're heavy!
Thank God you heard me.
Don't tell Kyle about this.
He feels guilty about leaving me here.
Don't worry, it's our little secret.
Oh, and since we're sharing secrets, I got a doozy for you.
It's about Christine.
I couldn't do it, Sydney.
I couldn't do it without you.
I screwed up everything.
And I miss you so much.
I just wanna hold you again.
I just wanna be with you again.