04x15 - Oy! to the World

[bunniefuu]

Billy:
It's okay, calm down.

Oh, Billy.
Calm down.

It's okay
I am just so alone.

It's like...

it's like, the night
Hayley disappeared,

I waited
for hours, just...

praying he wasn't dead,

hoping it was
all part of his plan.

Like divorcing me
was part of his plan.

Believing Hayley loved me
was all I had left.

Here, have a martini.

I'll join you.

You promised Amanda you could
handle this meeting.

And I can!

The presentation
isn't till tomorrow.

All I've missed so far
is a boring lunch

with a**l clients.

Yeah, who've been trying
to figure out

where the hell you are.

You're lucky
I picked up the call.

Oh...

Then the amazing Billy
rode to Alison's rescue.

Spare me.

You're k*lling
your career.

I don't care, Billy!

My husband is dead!

I finally let myself
love someone again,

and then Hayley cuts
himself out of my life.

And when
I needed you,

Brooke was stuck to your side
like a damn tattoo.

Because
she was grieving.

Until her million dollar
inheritance cheered her up.

She is so damn superficial.

She still blames me
for everything Hayley did.

And you stand
right next to her,

like it really was
my fault.

Brooke didn't
get you drunk.

And this fiasco
isyour fault.

I didn't mean to get
so out of control.

I was just so alone.

So confused.
The vodka doesn't help.

For what it's worth,

Hayley must have
loved you.

But not like you did.

Whatever we say
about Hayley and Brooke,

our love was special.

It still is.

No.
No, no, Billy.

No.
No. Don't pull away.

Not now.

Not when I need you.

I know
you still want me.

Please, Billy...

be the one person
in my life

who doesn't lie to me...

Even if it's only
for one night.

In the shower,
like the old days!

Maybe this
will sober you up.

Billy!

Billy,
where are you going?

Billy, come back!

♪ ♪

♪ O come all ye faithful ♪

♪ Joyful and triumphant ♪

♪ O come ye ♪

♪ O come ye ♪

♪ To Bethlehem ♪

♪ Come and behold him ♪

♪ Born the king
of angels ♪

♪ O come let us adore him ♪

♪ O come let us
adore him ♪

♪ O come let us adore him ♪

Time to wake up.

It's 6:00
in the morning!

I just thought we'd spend
some quality time

before you play
golf with Bobby.

We could have
the whole morning--
quality and quantity.

You can't cancel the game,
you promised him.

Yeah, because you're
so persuasive...

I just thought it'd be a nice
gesture if you invited him.

Why, because Bobby's
the good Parezi?

That's right.

Even the FBI can't find
anything against him.

Besides, how dangerous
can golf be?

You haven't
seen him play.

♪ ♪

I'd rather
see you play.

[knock on door]

Oh, God.
Not this early!

Ugh!
Ugh!

You know, from now on,

I vote that
we sleep at my house.

[pounding on door]

You sent Billy
to Santa Barbara?

Yes.
Goodbye.

I schedule an entire day
of house hunting,

and he goes running off
to babysit some client?

Well, maybe he was
just running.

But Billy doesn't have
any accounts in Santa Barbara.

No, Alison does.

Alison?

Billy didn't tell you?

Well, I'm sure he'll
fill you in on all

the juicy details
when he gets home.

Bye-bye!

You're supposed to be
taking your clothes off.

Between your Bobby pillow talk
and your neurotic tenants,

I'm not in the mood.

You will be.

♪ ♪

Getting--
getting there.

Oh, God!

What are you
doing here?

Damage control...
again.

Oh, that's right.

You came here
last night and we--

Didn't.

Billy, I can pack
my own briefcase.

You can't blink
without falling over.

I'm taking
the meeting.

It's my client.

Not if you
look like this.

I'll handle it,
I was up all night

going over
your reports.

No, no, let me help.

I'll just-- I'll shower
and I'll get dressed.

Do you know what's
on the line here?

This isn't just
about your job.

You have a history,
and your clients know it.

Oh, Billy,
don't be so dramatic.

I had a few drinks.
I'll go to AA.

That's not gonna
clean up your reputation.

Everyone knows you have
a problem with alcohol.

And if they didn't, Brooke
made sure they found out.

Oh, right, everybody's sitting
around the circus tent,

waiting for me
to fall off the trapeze.

Which you did.

Now I have to
bury the body.

So, sleep it off.
I'll be back tonight.

Mmm... no.

Jane: I've narrowed it down,
but I still can't decide

who gets
the center spread.

You want my opinion?

Yeah, well, I know fabrics,
you know faces.

I trust
your judgment.

You haven't said
a civil word to me in weeks,

now you want my advice?

Look, Jo, I'll admit
it's been hard for me.

Getting started
with this new company
has been a rough road.

And Richard and I
have been a giant pothole.

Yeah, well, you seem
very happy together,

and I can't hate you
for having the good taste

to fall for Richard.

Jane, I never meant
to hurt you.

I know.

And it would mean a lot
to me if we could just

feel comfortable
around each other.

I love my work, Jo, and I'd
forgotten how lucky I am.

Richard gave me this
wonderful second chance,

and my jealousy
almost destroyed it.

But I'm going to make it up
to you, both of you.

Uh, Jane...

I need to see you
in my office.

It's a private matter.

Now, before you say anything,
I just apologized to Jo,

and I want to do
the same to you.

Oh, you don't
have to, Jane.

So, we're losers
in love, Richard,

but we still have
a great company together.

I'm the left brain,
you're the right.

I'm making some changes.

You know that I've
always dreamed of

running a company
of my own.

And I support that.

I think your new line
is brilliant.

This is not about
my new designs.

This is about
Hart-Mancini.

[knocking]

Uh, hi,
it's urgent...

I need to see you,
Richard.

Will you excuse us?

Your timing really sucks,
you know that?

We can't kick her out
of the company.

At least, not now.

You were the one who was pushing
me to end this partnership.

I know, I know,
but the press,

it's gonna report
that Richard Hart

dumps Jane Mancini
in business and in romance.

Well, she's done well
on the rebound,

she can't stop talking about how
great things are with Michael.

And you believe her?

The woman is hurting.

I mean, her company
just went bankrupt,

and there's no way she
can get past that stigma

that whatever she touches,
turns to lead.

The contracts are drawn.

We've already
opened new accounts.

Please.

I mean, it's
almost Christmas.

You are really something,
you know that?

♪ ♪

There you go.

Too bad Jane won't know what
a great gift you just gave her.

Yeah...

So I blew it.

The minute I saw Jane
and Michael together,

I flipped out.

And what was
Michael's reaction?

Ballistic, threatened
to kick me out of the house.

Sydney, no matter
what Michael says,

he doesn't want you
to leave.

You're what Jane
can never be,

the perfect
doctor's wife.

I'm trying.
I'm in his face all day,

at home,
at the office...

he just won't let me
into his life!

You need to focus.

Think, Sydney.

What do you have
in common?

Two weeks ago, I'd say
it was hating you.

No offense.

What you have in common
is Michael's career.

You want him to succeed.

Yeah, but it's hard when Peter
keeps stealing the limelight.

Michael works his butt off,
and then Peter

gets the huge donation
from Bobby Parezi.

Michael goes
completely nuts,

and then he takes it
all out on me.

Michael's not satisfied
with being a good doctor.

He wants
power and prestige.

You could help him
get it.

Right, and my real
name is Genie,

and I live
in a bottle.

This is an invitation
to the hospital's

charity Christmas party.

The chairwoman is ill,
and they need someone

to handle
the final details.

I think
you should volunteer.

I can't do this.

Sydney, we both know you could
sell p*rn to the pope

if you put
your mind to it.

Make the party special...

something Michael
will never forget.

You know,
I have been a wreck.

I can't sleep at night.

I'm working all day
trying to keep Michael happy,

and now this party.

Everyone will be there.
What if I screw up?

What if it's
a huge success,

and you and Michael
become big stars

at Wilshire Memorial?

God. What if?

I thought
I was ready for this.

I'm going crazy, right?

I'm crazy.

Sydney, I'm going to
write you a prescription

for 30 tranquilizers.

Take one at bedtime
and get some sleep.

After all, you can't be
an elegant party hostess

and a whirling dervish.

dr*gs?

I mean, I know
I'm all wound up--

Don't be nervous.

This is the drug they gave me
in the hospital,

and it works wonders.

Look at me.

Sorry, but looking
at you

still kind of
gives me the creeps.

Well... one step
at a time, right?

♪ ♪

Hey, I could barely make it
through the stockroom.

When did the delivery
come in?

Uh, today.

Placed a double order to
get us through New Year's.

Jake, look, when I
was strapped for cash,

you gave me this job,
and I appreciate

everything you've
done for me,

but I'm, uh, quitting.

Did you find
another job?

Uh, no, but I can't
keep this one

knowing that my paycheck
is setting you back.

You're quitting because
you think I can't afford you?

Look, even minimum
wage adds up.

I know what
Shelly did to you,

and it's tough right now.

No offence, Matt,
but if the day comes

that I can't afford to pay you,
I'm bankrupt.

Thanks for the offer,
I appreciate it,

but I took care of my
money problems last week.

Great, what happened?

Did your fairy godmother
come to your rescue?

Something like that.

[knock on door]

God, Billy, what
took you so long?

There was no client emergency,
was there, Alison?

You dragged Billy up here
just to get him in bed.

Oh, Brooke, you're
not even close.

First you seduce my father,
then you k*ll him,

two weeks later you're
after my husband?

It's too bad you don't
have a brother.

That's a joke,
Brooke.

Nothing happened.

Your precious Billy
is still

your precious Billy.

Why should I believe
anything you say?

You're such
a perverted bitch.

Yeah, it's a gift.

How dare you
patronize me.

Well, then give me
a choice, Brooke.

You storm in here
completely irrational,

making ludicrous
accusations.

What's going on?

You tell me.

One room, one night,
one man, one slut.

If it isn't an affair,
what is it?

Okay, I won't
lie to you.

Alison and I were
together last night.

What?
Damn you.

How could you
do this to me?

You promised
not Alison.

I'm pregnant.
We're having a baby!

Can't believe this.

I'm sorry.
I am so sorry.

Well, now that
we have the truth,

what does this
affair mean?

Nothing, it was one night
and a big mistake.

I don't want to see
you again, Alison.

I just risked everything
for one empty moment.

From now on,
just stay out of our lives.

♪ ♪

Take me home now.

Are you nuts?
Yeah, I think so.

I just put my whole marriage
on the line for your career,

so don't blow it.

Morning.

You know, if we're
going to work this out,

we need to talk.

Are you leaving me?

No, I won't sacrifice
our marriage

over a one-night stand.

In a way,
it's a relief.

I'll only tolerate
one affair, Billy,

and you blew yours
on Alison.

How can you be
so cold about this?

What am I
supposed to do?

Go crazy over what a stupid,
heartless thing you've done?

I don't have that option,
Billy, I'm pregnant.

And worst of all,
I love you.

I love you, too.

I was up all night worried
I had destroyed everything.

Well, you came
really close.

Our family is
very important to me, I...

I swear that I will be
a good father

and an even
better husband.

Can we move away
from here?

I hate this place.

I hate these people.

We can talk about it.

While you were gone,

I found a really
beautiful house.

It's perfect.

Okay, I'll get dressed,

and we'll go
take a look at it.

Actually,
I already bought it.

And one more thing.

Just because
I forgive

doesn't mean
I forget.

If you ever
stray again,

I'll make sure that you
never see your baby,

and I mean it, Billy.

Well, you were right
about talking this out.

I feel so much better.

Michael: I can't believe all
these messages from Bobby.

How did you do that anyway,
get a complete stranger

to donate 100 grand?

I didn't do anything.

Bobby is
a transparent leach.

Yeah, well,
count your blessings.

My leach has red hair
and thinks she's Marla Tr*mp.

Where is Sydney?

I sent her to the lab to
pick up samples an hour ago.

She stopped to get
my car washed.

Well, it was
on the way.

Peter, I was wondering
if you were free for lunch.

I'm sorry,
I'm booked.

Well, I'm free.

Michael Mancini,
Dr. Mancini.

I'm Peter's partner.

You know, Peter and I
go way back.

We once saved
a patient together.

I think you know her--
Amanda Woodward.

I'm so stoked.
They just asked me

to chair the fund-raiser
Christmas eve.

Is that a total hoot
or what?

Hi, you're Bobby Parezi,
aren't you?

Bobby Parezi,
Sydney Andrews.

Sorry about
your brother.

Thank you.
Did you know Jack?

Sort of, we met
while he was in a coma,

but he seemed
like a nice guy.

Peter, I need
a big favor.

I want this party
to be kick-butt,

so I was thinking
maybe I could borrow
your house.

No.
Oh.

Well, thanks
for your support.

You know, Sydney,
if it's a fundraise,

I'd be willing
to offer my home.

I just leased a house
in Hancock park.

That's very uptown.

No offense,
but no thanks.

Sydney, stop proving
you're a nutbar.

She'll take it.

Good, my staff is
at your disposal, Sydney.

I'm always willing
to help a worthy cause.

So, Bobby,
what about that lunch?

I got a free hour
to k*ll.

Why don't you k*ll it
by catching up

on billing you
haven't submitted?

What a kidder.

Come on, Parezi,
your paisan Mancini's

gonna take you to the best
Italian kitchen in town.

Good, you drive,
I'll buy.

See you, Peter, Sydney.

There goes
a frightening picture.

Sydney, pull up
that Sanders file for me.

Get it yourself.

It's under "S"...

as in Scrooge.

Brooke thinks Billy
and I slept together,

and he isn't
talking to me.

I love having you
for a friend, Alison.

Next to you,
my life is normal.

Oh, right, is that why
we're getting dressed up

to go to a party so you can
flirt with your ex-husband

in the hopes of landing
your ex-fiancé?

Okay, maybe not.

Wait till you see
these dresses I picked out.

sh**t, it's locked.

Keys are in here.

So, you gonna be home
for dinner tonight?

Um, late, I have to go
to my AA meeting,

then I'll come by and pick up
the rest of my boxes.

♪ ♪

They want me out.

This contract
cuts me out of the company.

Oh, it must be a mistake.
They can't do this.

Yeah, I didn't think Jo
could steal my fiancé, either.

God, what a witch.

Richard wasn't enough,
now she wants to take

everything from me.

Need a hand?

Go away, Billy.

The last thing
I need to see

is both sides
of your face in one day.

So are you moving in?

Amanda's renting me
your old apartment.

And let me save you
the tirade.

Starting over
wasn't my idea.

Living in the same building
with you and Brooke

is the last
thing I want.

Well, we won't be here
long 'cause Brooke

just bought a new house.

For the baby?

That is where
she got the money,

the baby's trust fund.

It's none
of your business.

You just don't understand
my relationship with Brooke.

And you do?
Give me a break.

Want to know the truth?

I didn't sleep with you
because I didn't want to.

In AA, we call
that denial.

Well, I won't deny
that I'm married.

I'm going to do
whatever it takes

to be right there
for my child.

I'm not going to be a sick joke
of a parent like your father,

and definitely
not like Hayley.

Oh, that's nice.

A good father in
a loveless marriage.

You think a kid doesn't
pick up on that?

If Brooke and I
have any trouble,

it's because I spend all
my time worrying about you.

You go blind,
and I want to help.

Your husband dies,
and I feel bad.

But that's all
we have left

is my worry
and my guilt.

And I can't do it
anymore, Alison, all right?

I won't give up my family
and my happiness

just 'cause
your life's a damn mess.

Fine, Billy.

You keep trying to convince
yourself it's my fault

you don't love
your wife.

Oh, and for
the record,

you didn't want to
sleep with me?

Bull.

♪ ♪

It's really very funny.

I was in 10th grade

playing Tony
in "West Side Story."

A big, macho hood.

Yeah, who sings
and dances.

Anyway,
it's opening night,

right after
the big rumble,

and I'm in
Maria's arms.

Ooh, very romantic.

Except there are
20 Sharks and Jets

watching me kiss
this girl,

and I look over
her shoulder,

and it hits me.

I'd rather kiss
one of them.

That's how you found out
that you were gay?

I swear to God.
I swear to God.

So, when did you
figure it out?

Oh, early on.
Ten maybe.

I didn't do anything
about it for eight years.

Keeping it a secret
was probably

what made it
much harder on my folks,

but, you know,
I was scared.

So, what
brought you out?

Senior prom.

Everybody was going up
to this cabin out in the woods,

and I didn't
want to go.

There was this
big guy, Derrick,

and he says, "What's
the matter, Fielding?

What, are you gay?"

And I looked at him,
I looked at my date,

and I said, "Yeah,
as a matter of fact, I am."

So, what's next
on the date agenda?

sh**t.

Nice ambiance,
fun clientele,

and I get an employee
discount on drinks.

We're there.
Perfect.

[knock on door]

Come on in, Peter.
The door's open.

Amanda Parezi?

Uh... Amanda Woodward.

Who are you?

Fred Morrow
and Doug Stevens.

We're with the FBI.

I'm sure your mothers
are very proud.

If you'll excuse me.

We had an interesting fax
from our Miami office today.

Funny thing,
they think you're dead.

What do you want?

To offer our sympathies.

You've had a tough, tough
couple of years, haven't you.

First, your father's blown to
bits on a boat you used to own.

And then your ex-husband
falls off a balcony.

[scoffing]
Your point?

It's just to give you
some advice.

Reconsider your friendship
with Bobby Parezi.

He's as dirty
as his old man.

If I'm supposed to feel
threatened, I don't.

If you had anything
on Bobby, you would have

arrested him by now.

So peddle your harassment
somewhere else.

Be careful, lady.

You have a real knack
for attracting bad seeds.

Whoa, looks like Santa's
village blew up in here.

Isn't it great?
It's for the party.

Check out
these centerpieces.

I saw them
on Martha Stewart,

but I added a few things
because I thought hers
were a little boring.

Yeah, Sydney, um,
what's this?

Oh, it's your
15 minutes of fame.

Since I'm the hostess, I get
to pick the keynote speaker,

and I pick you.

It'll be so cool, Michael,
you get to stand up there

in front of
all those stuffy doctors,

and I get to stand
right next to you.

And you did
all this for me?

I expect a loving thank you
in your speech.

Now leave me alone.
I've got a lot of work to do.

Oh, not so fast,
where's the money?

You did manage time this
morning to do your real job?

Yes, I did your banking.

Boy, you really don't
trust me, do you?

Hold this.

Here, maybe
you should count it

just to make sure I didn't
sacrifice my job

and our relationship
over a whopping 30 bucks.

What the hell is this?

A tranquilizer.

You're a doctor,
you should know that.

Not the drug,
the prescribing physician!

A Dr. K. Shaw?

Oh... that.

Well, yeah.
I'm seeing Kimberly.

You're-- Listen.

You are seeing Kimberly
professionally?

I mean, what could you
possibly have to talk about?

Things! Mostly, you!

Don't ever discuss me
with anyone,

especially Kimberly.

Understand?
No, I don't.

Kimberly is really
good, Michael.

She helps me.

God, she's probably using us
as a research project.

I'll be the cover story
in "Wacko Weekly."

Kimberly does
care, Michael.

My hosting this party
was her idea.

She knows
I want to help you.

Yeah, well, what's
in it for her?

Don't be such
a worry wart.

Thanks to Kimberly, our life
is going to be wonderful.

Dr. Fisher.

I'm sorry it took
so long, Mrs. Campbell.

I had to run
the new test twice.

Mrs. Campbell,
the results are negative.

Oh, God, no.

It can't be,
I had a miscarriage?

I'm afraid you were
never pregnant.

The lab traced the problem
to technician error.

Apparently, your sample
was switched with another.

I don't understand.

The first test
was positive.

I've been fighting morning
sickness for weeks.

It's rare,
but it does happen.

You wanted
a baby so much,

your body created
physical symptoms.

It's not true.

I know this is
very upsetting.

If you'd like to talk
to someone,

I can recommend
a good therapist.

That won't be necessary.

Perhaps you'd like me

to explain the situation
to your husband.

No.

Thank you,
Dr. Fisher.

Ahem!
You're counseling Sydney?

I'm so glad
she finally told you.

She's making
great progress.

You look, you might have
done a lot of fieldwork

at Fruit Loop Farms,
but you are not qualified!

I'm gonna have to
stop you, Michael.

This tone
and that behavior

aren't conducive to
a productive discussion.

You want productive?
I'll produce a damn lawsuit!

I'm certified to take any
patient who chooses to see me.

It's unethical!

Are you worried about
Sydney getting healthy?

What could you possibly
have to fear?

Oh, this is good.

Dr. Kim's going to
try to analyze me.

Don't waste the few
brain cells you have left.

I could get better advice
in a fortune cookie.

There really is no need
for this hostility, Michael.

Now, I know you're
uncomfortable--

Oh, no, no,
you know what I am?

I am the only sane
person I know,

and that scares
the hell out of me.

Now, listen to me, Kim,

if you ever do anything
to mess up my life,

I'll personally remove
that plate in your head,

screw by screw.

Wow, this is a surprise.

Sorry I didn't call.

Your house
is just beautiful.

Sydney's done
a lot of work.

Yes, I see.
It's very festive.

Can I get you a drink?

No, thanks, I'm here
on business.

Sorry if I'm confused.

I didn't think we did
business anymore.

I re-evaluated
my decision

after I saw
your new artwork,

and I realized
you deserve better.

I deserve the best.

Yes, that's why I'd like you to
bring your account back to D&D.

What, are you
a few clients short

for your Christmas bonus?

Things have changed.

You run
the cable company.

Now that Jack's dead.

Yeah, it was unfair,
I let my history with Jack

influence my decision.

But I want to help you
make this company a success.

Why do I feel that
there's something more

to this newfound
generous spirit?

Agent Morrow and his sidekick
paid me a visit.

You okay?
I'm fine.

It was more annoying
than frightening.

They followed me.

Damn it, I'm sorry I got you
dragged into this, Amanda.

It's not just
your problem.

After what
Daddy pulled,

I'm sure someone
gets promoted

if they nail me, too.

We both had to fight
the mistakes of our fathers.

I don't care what my father did
or what Jack did.

I just want people to stop
rubbing my nose in it.

I moved away,
I changed my name.

Trust me, I know
how hard it is to break free.

Then why did you let Morrow
railroad you downtown last week?

What choice
did I have, Amanda?

If I argue, they think
I'm hiding something.

And if you go quietly,
they think the same thing.

We've both played by the rules,
and it doesn't work.

I'm not gonna
do it anymore.

I'm tired of being
pushed around.

No one's going
to tell me who to see

and who to do
business with.

And I do believe in you.

Good.
When do we start?

Next week.

See you tomorrow night.

Oh, my God.

Look at what
you've done.

I figured even though
we're packing to move,

we still deserve Christmas.
Oh.

You should have called,
I was getting worried.

I know it's a little early,
but I just couldn't resist

getting some things
for the baby.

Oh!

I've never seen you
like this.

I'm happy.

I like having a future
to look forward to.

We're going to save
the rest for tomorrow,

but there's one thing
I want you to have now.

So come and sit down.

Oh!

Oh!

Oh, it's beautiful.

See, we're on
this side,

and the other side's
for a picture of the baby.

[gasps]

I wish I could
give you more.

I don't even know
how to thank you

for the gift that
you're carrying inside.

Oh, Billy...

[sobbing]

It's a Christmas present from
a very dear friend of mine.

[bell tinkles]

Look, Daddy!

Teacher says
every time a bell rings,

an angel gets
his wings.

That's right.

That's right.

[knock on door]

Ta-da!
What do you think?

Alison... you are in
no condition to watch

"It's A Wonderful Life."

[sighs]

Look at you!

I thought you weren't
going to the party.

Well, change of tactics.

I'm not going
to penalize myself

just because
Richard and Jo

are two-timing,
rotten crooks.

And there's gonna be a ton
important people at the party,

and I plan on schmoozing
every one of them.

And I brought
this dress for you.

Oh, Jane...

I am really not
in the mood.

[sighs]

That's because
it's Christmas eve,

and you're feeling
very alone.

Trust me, Christmas
has been no picnic this year

for me, either.

And we haven't
done anything wrong.

I think that we, at least,
deserve a decent holiday.

And if we hide, the Richards,
Jos, and Brookes

of this world
are gonna win.

I say we go
give 'em hell.

[both laughing]

Please?

All right.

You win.

[knock on door]

[Peter]
Hello?

Hello.

Hel-lo!

Hello...

Hey, handsome, I'm ready.

I left the finishing
touches for you.

Oh.

Um...

Up or down?

Really?

Listen...
[smack]

I've been
thinking about it,

and I changed my mind.

We're not going
to this party.

Wha-- Excuse me, aren't you
the one who insisted

we spend Christmas eve
networking

with the hospital brass?

That's before the location
was changed to Bobby's house.

Oh, as much as you would
like to see him fail,

Bobby might become
a huge success.

I agreed to bring
his account back to D&D.

You what?

I can't believe this!

It was a business decision.
I'm not looking for input.

If you don't want to go
to this party

to promote your career,

then we'll go
to promote mine.

Of course, that doesn't mean
we have to be on time.

Uh-uh, hey,
not now, huh?

I'd like to be angry
for a little while.

You just can't kiss
your way out of this.

Oh, yeah? Watch me.

Mm-mmm!
Mm-hmm.

Mm-mmm.
Mm-hmm.

Mm-hmm.

[chuckles]

Yep.
Mm-hmm.

Mm-hmm.

Mm-hmm.

♪ ♪

♪ That old time
Christmas magic stocking ♪

♪ Too much work... ♪

man: Bobby's got
a really nice place.

I really like it.

I could get used
to this.

You've done
a fabulous job, Sydney.

Thank you,
Mrs. Pemberton.

If I don't introduce you,
introduce yourself.

Oh, your sister's
here, sweetheart.

Why don't
I bring her in?

Michael: Jane?

Well, you pulled it off.

Yeah, thanks for letting us
use your house.

Now maybe you'll tell me
why you were reluctant.

Because I know
who you are, Bobby.

You're Amanda's mobster.

As intriguing as that sounds,
I'm not that clever.

Don't worry,
I won't tell anyone.

Your secret is safe
with me.

Bingo.

Damn!

It's only
local paparazzi.

Hey, that's government
property.

It's an invasion
of privacy.

Mrs. Parezi, unless you want
to spend Christmas eve in jail,

I suggest you
back the hell off.

Hey, hey, hey,
what's going on here?

Ask your date,
Dr. Burns.

Come on.

All right,
I'm all ears.

His name is Fred Morrow,
he's an FBI agent.

He called you by name.

And he called you
Dr. Burns.

It's not a compliment,
he knows everyone.

And you knew him.

It's a long story,
trust me.

He's nothing more than
a government suit

trying to
justify his job.

By staking out
Bobby Parezi's house?

This is neither
the time nor the place.

Let's go inside.

♪ ♪

Well, Jane certainly is
in the spirit of the season.

Well, we could all use
a little levity right now.

Levity? Jane hasn't
stopped hyping herself

since she got here.

Richard...

It's true, the way
she's working the room,

you'd think she punched
a time card at the front door.

Well, if you'll
excuse me.

Peter, I haven't
seen you all night.

Well, you know the game.

Parties like this are
mostly about networking.

Which I tend
to do to a fault.

I know I come on
strong, Peter.

Maybe I pushed
a bit hard.

But I would like
for us to be friends.

Because we have
so much in common?

A few things, yes.

Like Amanda.

That's such a lie.

If you gave a damn
about Amanda,

you wouldn't drag her back
into your mess of a life.

Amanda told you
about the FBI.

Unfortunately, it's another
thing we have in common.

The FBI doesn't want Amanda,
they never have.

They want you!

Peter, you're a little
hot right now.

And I care enough about Amanda
not to ruin her Christmas.

You don't want
to be my friend,

I can live with that.

And right now I'm not exactly
crazy about you either.

Bobby!

I'm leaving.

You come
if you like.

Amanda--
It's not your fault.

He was angry
before we got here.

I love him, Bobby.

If we can't convince him
we can work together,

something will have to go,
and it won't be Peter.

♪ ♪

Time for your nap, Jane.

Oh! Sorry, Syd.
Am I hogging your man?

Fresh drink
for my favorite sister.

Thank you.
Hey, what about mine?

Get your own,
twinkle toes.

Jake:
Hey, you guys back again?

I thought you two would be
at Sydney's fancy pants party.

Ah, yeah, it was a little
too fabulous for us.

That, and
I wasn't invited.

I'm not a valued
employee anymore,

just another lowly
medical student.

Who's always
welcome here.

On the house.

Hey, thank you.

You know what, I wonder if
I'll ever be invited--

you know what I mean,
in ten years from now,

if I'll be a member of that
exclusive doctors' club.

You know,
it's been a long time

since I've seen somebody
on a regular basis.

Two dates is regular?

Oh, for me, it's, uh...

it's, um, damn near
a commitment.

Um, maybe we should
talk about this.

Um...

maybe my place.

Yeah.

Yeah, that's a good idea.

Good.

♪ ♪

Jane, Jane, Jane,
I can't do this anymore.

Can we take a break,
please?

Come on, Michael.
I'm just getting warmed up.

That's what
you wanted, right?

Me all warmed
up for you?

All right,
coming, coming.

Great party,
Sydney.

I am so proud of you.

Oh, thanks.

Can I ask
you something?

Those tranquilizers
you gave me,

are there any
side effects?

Have you had
any problems?

No, I haven't taken any.

But just in case,
you know,

I want to know
what to look for.

Uh, well, people's
reactions vary.

Some fall asleep
just looking at the bottle.

And others feel
the opposite effect.

They can get very hyper.

Oh.

And I wouldn't advise
you taking one tonight.

With the amount
of champagne you've had,

any reaction would
be very severe.

I won't. Thanks.

[microphone feedback whines]

Sydney, it's time
for the presentation.

[Jane squeals]

Jane, you're crazy!

We shouldn't
even be up here.

Shh! Shh!
Why not?

It's a guest room,
Michael, we're guests.

[Sydney]
Thank you, thank you very much.

And now...

the award for the Wilshire
Memorial Scholarship.

[panting]

This year,
I am very proud to say,

it will be presented by

my own very personal
physician...

Dr. Michael Mancini.

[applause]

Jane!

Hey, can you hear me?

Jane!

Oh, my God.

Oh, my God,
I k*lled her.

I present
Dr. Michael Mancini.

Michael: Help!

Somebody dial 911!

♪ ♪

♪ ♪