05x10 - Nice Work If You Can Get It

[bunniefuu]

(sighs)

Come on, Taylor!

What?

Obviously,
something
is on your mind.

Well, it's hard
to make love
to somebody

who doesn't
respect you.

Please tell me that
we're not talking
about Peter again.

Well, think about it.

If you don't
trust me enough
to choose my own friends,

then of course we're going to
have trouble with intimacy.

This isn't about
intimacy.

You are just trying
to punish me

because you can't
get what you want,

and that's childish,
Taylor.

You're a grown woman,
you're not the college kid

that I dragged kicking
and screaming into adulthood.

Oh, you know, spare me

the "look all I've done for you
over the years" speech, Kyle.

I am my own person.
You didn't create me.

I can spend time
with anyone I want.

You know what,
here's the deal.

We're married-- you know what
that means, Taylor?

That means that we do
things for each other,

things we maybe don't always
want to do, we compromise.

Oh... oh, that
must explain

why you compromised our
marriage in Boston.

For as often
as you bring that up,

I might as well
be unfaithful again.

I'm going to the store,
I need some air.

Where you going
already this morning?

I thought we might have
a little breakfast,

maybe even
a conversation.

Oh, about what?
I'm running late.

Just that I'm up for
my old job,

Chief of Staff
at Wilshire Memorial.

That's wonderful!
When did you hear this?

About the time
I was supposed to

deliver a letter
of recommendation
for Michael,

which, which never quite
got delivered.

If that is guilt
I see on your face,
wipe it off.

Michael is hardly
leadership material,

and it's just a question
of the best man winning,

and we both know
who that is.

Anyway, I've got to
get running.

I've got a big
staff meeting.

I'll see you
tonight?

Yeah, tonight.

Hi.

I'm kind of
in a hurry.

Yeah, me, too.

Well, right under
the wire.

Correction,
I am right on time.

I can always count on
the old man being at least
five minutes late.

He always is.

It's not Field senior
who called the meeting.

(Craig)
Morning, people.

Uh... what do you
think you're doing?

Holding a staff meeting.
What does it look like?

Sorry, but the last time
I checked, you were
an office assistant.

Well, you better
update your records.

For those of you who
don't know me, my name
is Craig Field.

I've recently gained
controlling interest at D and D,

and as such, I plan to
take charge

of the company's
day to day operations.

Well, that sounds
terribly ambitious,

but I'm sure your father
still plans on playing
a major role here.

Actually, Arthur Field's
involvement with this company

is a thing of the past.

In fact, I'd prefer
there to be no communication

between him or anyone
under my staff.

Other than that,
the only change that I foresee

is a more youthful
approach to business,

details to follow,
of course.

But in the meantime...
let's get to work.

During this transition,

I'm going to need
to rely heavily
on you both.

That's the least surprising
thing you've said so far.

Amanda, I know how you
felt about my father

and how difficult
he made things for you.

Those days are over.

Unlike him, I think
the world of you.

You realize
this guy's going to

turn into a monster,
don't you?

He already is one.

Morning.

Morning.

Thought I'd better get
a little coffee going

for the med student
in the house.

Well, I thank you,
and the chief resident
thanks you.

How'd you sleep?

Sleeping
I don't remember.

What was memorable,
though,

was waking up
next to you.

Felt real natural,

like you were
living here already.

Yeah, for me, too.

Not bad
for a second date.

Not bad.

So what do you
suppose that means?

Well, I guess
that means that, uh...

we're an item.

And since
that's the case,

how would you feel
about accompanying me

to a black-tie affair
tomorrow night

at the hospital?

Tomorrow?

Mm-hmm.

Sure, provided I can
get a tux between
now and then.

That shouldn't
be a problem.

You know, I mean, this is
the first time in I don't know

how long that I haven't had to
go to one of these things alone.

You play your
cards right, pal,

and you won't have to
go anywhere stag again.

Hey!
Hi.

Oh, sweetheart!

Oh!

How's our girl?

Hi, Dad.

You look pretty
darn terrific.

How are you?

I'm all right, I'm glad
to be home, mostly.

Well, of course you are.

It's safe and
friendly here,

unlike the place you
just flew in from.

You know, your mother
and I are still hoping

you'll move back home.

And so are
all your friends.

They call all the time,
wanting to know
what you're doing.

That's nice.

Do you guys mind if I just go up
to my room for a little while?

I'm a little tired
from the flight.

(mother)
No, honey, this is your home.

You do what
you need to do.

O.K., thanks.

I don't mean to pry,
but Sydney called.

Said you were having
some problems in L.A.

Things must be
pretty bad

when Sydney feels
the need to tattle.

What's going on, Jane?

Why did you
come home?

I'm not sure.

Maybe I just needed to be
surrounded by familiar faces.

Or maybe I just need to be
around what I knew was real.

(sighs)

Mom...

my life's so...

I've just made
such a mess out of it.

I wish I could
just start over.

Sweetheart, if you want
to start over,

you can do it here,
in Chicago.

Oh, honey, we can help you
find an apartment.

Maybe Dad can even
help you get a job.

This is your home, and we
are here for you always.

Oh, Mom, it feels
so good to be home.

I'm sorry.

Going on and on
about myself.

How are you?

Me?

I'm fine.

Are you sure?

I mean, you seem
a little pale.

Have you lost weight?

Well... I didn't want
to worry you--

that's why I haven't
mentioned it--

but in a few days
I'm going to have
a little minor surgery.

What for?
What's wrong?

(chuckling)
Oh, don't panic.

It's nothing.
They're going to take
out my gall bladder.

It's been bothering me
for over a year,

and the doctor said
let's just get rid of it.

Well, are you sure that it's
nothing more serious?

Oh, I'm positive.

The only reason
I'm telling you now

is because I want you
to stick around

and give your father
a hand afterwards.

You know what
a disaster he is
in the kitchen.

And I will have
suffered enough.

Looks like I came home
at the right time for everyone.

Yes, you did.

(knocking on door)

Hey... hey, Sam.

Hi.

Gosh...

What is all this?

It's a mess!
I've been cranking these out.

Thank God Jane's
out of town.

I didn't know
you actually
painted.

I thought you
just studied it
or something.

Well... now that you do,
what do you think?

It's of the courtyard.

It's nice, yeah.

Colors are great.

That's it?

"The colors are great"?

(knocking on door)

Hey, I, uh,
come bearing gifts.

Mind if I join you?

No!
Of course not.

Billy, always a pleasure to
see you outside of work.

Ditto.

Sam, this is
incredible.

It's of the courtyard,
right?

Yeah.
Do you like it?

Be honest.

Like it?
I... I love it!

Great composition,
great colors.

But almost too bright
of a scene, you know,

suggesting a falseness
in the image,

a darkness
beneath the facade.

Exactly!

Wow, I'm so impressed
you got all that.

Well, I minored
in art history.

Yeah, well, I--
I gotta get going.

I minored in Phys. Ed,
so, see you guys.

Bye, Billy.

You know, I didn't
want to say anything
while he was here, but...

I really came by

to make sure you were O.K.
About the other night.

I mean, I...

I never intended
to push you any faster
than you wanted to go,

and if I did, I'm...
I'm sorry.

It won't happen again.

Well, I appreciate
that, Craig.

It means a lot to me.

By the way, I was serious
about what I said.

I love this painting, it would
look great in my office.

Yeah?
It's yours, then.

Take it.

No, seriously, how much would
you sell it to me for?

No, seriously,
I wouldn't.

It's enough to know someone
who understands it owns it.

Then at least allow me
to toast the artist

with this fine
bottle of wine.

I'll get
a corkscrew.

Oh, hi!

Hey, Syd.
How you doing?

Pretty good, listen,
just so you know,

I'm working on
that painting for you.

I should have it in a couple of
days, at the very latest.

Great.

And I'll deliver it
myself.

You know, it's that
kind of personal touch

that makes doing business
with you so fun.

I'm glad.

Good night.
Good night.

Hello?

Excuse me,
but I was reading that.

This is ridiculous.

The last thing I want is for you
to sit here, feeling resentful.

Well, as you
pointed out,

we don't always get what we
want, now, do we, Kyle?

All right,
all right.

Look, I've been trying
to figure out

what part of this
I'm responsible for,

and you were right
about one thing.

I haven't been
very trusting of you.

And maybe it's 'cause
I don't trust myself.

I can't believe you're actually
admitting to something.

When I had
the affair...

I justified it
to myself.

I came up with...

with excuses
for making it O.K.

I was thinking
that you were more
like me than you are.

See, then I was right.

This is about
yourfears.

Yeah, well, partly, but
it's also about chemistry...

the dangerous kind
that exists between
certain people.

And you think that's
what Peter and I have?

I'm not saying that you
can't be attracted to him,

or anybody else
for that Matter,

but to let that energy
get too close,
it creates doors,

and those doors open
way too easily.

We almost broke up
because I did that.

Let's learn from my mistake,
not let it happen again.

Why do I love you
so damn much?

Well, you know,

maybe because
I'm very handsome.

You know, rugged.

Very good cook.

Uh-huh.
Yeah.

Or maybe it's because...

you know I'm good
for you.

You know
you're good for me.

So, what do you
want me to do?

(sighs)

Promise to stay
away from him.

That's all I ask.

O.K.

I promise.

(doorbell ringing)

Hi.

Why'd it take you so long
to answer the door?

I was taking
a bath.

I probably need to get you
a louder buzzer, then.

O.K., so here it is,

your new interest-earning
checking account, plus ATM card.

I'll be making deposits
twice a month

of whatever
I can afford.

I also have
a new credit card,

for those in between
purchases, in the works,

and, of course, this.

A cellular phone?

So I can reach you
at all times.

Look, I don't mean to
sound ungrateful,

but this is getting
to be way too much.

I mean, I feel like
every aspect of my life

is being controlled
by someone else.

You know what
the problem here is,

you've never had anybody
look after you before,

so it scares you,
but it shouldn't,

because I care, Megan,
and there's safety in that.

You know... sometimes
you actually convince me

that it's possible
to change my life.

Oh, it's not only
possible,

it's a done deal.

Mmm.

Oh, my God!

What--
Kimberly, wait!

Wait-- will you
calm down?

It's not as bad
as it looks!

How could you
do this?

Look, calm down,
let me explain--

Keep your dirty
hands off me.

I will never stop hating you
for this, Michael-- never!

Kimberly, wait!
Come--

That was your wife,
I take it.

Yeah, good guess.

(car driving away)

(Arthur Field)
Amanda, it's so nice to see you.

Thank you for accepting
my invitation.

Would you
like to sit down?

Would you like
some coffee?

No, thank you.

So, chalk it up
to curiosity,

but what happened?

Did Craig find out
that you'd made him
a tax shelter?

I like to think of it
as a rather typical

child/parent rebellion.

You know, when my son
learned of his so-called

controlling interest in D and D,
he ran with it, Amanda.

It was like a kid
in a candy store, really.

However, considering my
remaining investment in D and D,

I want to see that he's
sufficiently reined in.

And what does any of this
have to do with me?

As long as D and D
stays afloat,

I earn money
and you earn a paycheck.

Let's face it,
Craig is no you.

He's gonna need someone to
catch him when he falls,

and I, I need to make sure
the company saves face, Amanda.

And you...

well, you would, of course,
be compensated accordingly.

Hmm.

Let me get this
straight.

You're proposing that I trust
and take money from

the same man who,
until days ago,

was actively trying to
oust me from my job.

It's a funny business,
isn't it?

For the record, I'm completely
offended by your offer.

But...

that doesn't mean
I won't accept it.

I'll stay at D and D
until Craig flops,

but only because
I intend to take
his place when he does.

I would expect
nothing less, Amanda.

One more thing.

I'm not cheap.

Here, she just got
into town, poor thing,

and she's had to cart me
all over the place.

Well, it won't
be long, Jane.

We just want to take a quick
peek at her gall bladder,

and she'll be
right back out.

It's all right, I'll just wait
out here in the lobby.

Could you show
Mrs. Andrews to
the exam room?

Uh, doctor?

Can you tell me how serious
the operation is?

Well, surgery never
should be taken lightly.

But your mother's
in good health,

and it's a simple
procedure.

I wish there was something
more I could do for her.

Well, your being here
is all the difference,
I'm sure.

You know, as I recall,
your mother has

a fairly rare
blood type.

Having a little extra around
during a surgical procedure

is a good idea.

Is giving blood something
you're interested in?

Absolutely.

Great.
Uh, Marcia...

would you give
Jane a hand?

She wants to donate
some blood to her mother.

All right.
Don't worry.

I'll take good
care of her.

Thanks.

O.K., let's see
what we've got here.

Ah, the doctor
was right.

Your mom has
type A/B negative.

Very rare.

Never had any idea
what type I was.

I guess it's
a good thing to know.

Father's "A" negative,
and you are...

hmm.

Says "O" positive.

Must be
a clerical error.

I'm going to check
another file.

Why wouldn't our
blood types match?

They should, I mean,
if both your parents are "A"s,

I don't see why--

Excuse us.
Jane...

The doctor told me
what you were
thinking of doing.

They're saying that
my blood's different
than yours.

How can that be?

I'm so sorry.

It was so complicated
back then.

But we should have
told you.

What, mom?
What is it?

Honestly...

I meant
to tell you.

Mom, what?

Jane...

we adopted you.

I'm so sorry
to tell you like this.

O.K. What's all
the mystery about?

Here.

I just got this in
from my lawyers.

What is it?

It's a deed.

You're now officially
half-owner of sh**t.

Half-owner?

I-- I thought
you were kidding
when you said that.

Why'd you do this?

Seemed like
the perfect solution,

which makes you
more than a waitress

and less than
an ad exec.

Did I do something
wrong?

Uh...

It-- it's not that
I'm not... touched.

But you don't
really think you can

make this kind of
career decision
for me, do you?

You've always told me
how happy you are here,

that you're a hell of
a lot happier here

than you ever were at D and D.

I am happier...
for now.

But I never said
forever.

Oh...

Well... what am I supposed
to do with this joint deed?

I'll just throw it away.

I'll get my lawyer
to reverse it, I just figured--

No.

I-- I just need some time
to think about it.

Don't bother,
it's, uh...

You don't want to
be a bar owner.

That would be a waste
of that college degree.

What are
you doing here?

I knew you were
worried about
the surgery,

and I just wanted to be here
to say, "I told you so"

when it was over.

Oh... you know, you say
the sweetest things to me.

So, how did it go?

Perfect,
just like you said.

As easy as getting back
on a horse,

and it felt very good.

So do you.

Surely, you're not thinking
that right here and now...

I was thinking...

Dr. Burns, we've been
trying to locate you.

Didn't you hear
the page?

No, for what?

Your patient,
the young woman?

She flat-lined
10 minutes after surgery.

She d*ed?

I'm sorry.

Peter.

She's dead.

Come in.

To tell you the truth,
I was expecting fireworks,

or at least my luggage
at the front door.

I'm not interested in
packing for you, Michael.

You can get your things
when I'm not here.

Don't you think
we should, um...

I don't know,
talk about this

before you make
any rash decisions?

Like the decision
you made to sleep with

the first tramp
who crossed your path,

even though we were still trying
to work out our problems.

Anyway, it's done.

And ultimately,
you did me a favor.

O.K., you're upset,
I understand that,

but you're not
making any sense.

I told my therapist
about your affair,

and we agreed that
I don't have to protect
your feelings anymore.

Protect my feelings,
about what?

I'm only frigid
with you, Michael.

Oh, come on,
I don't buy that!

You're lashing out
because I betrayed you,

and I'm sorry
I did that.

But you can't say
you don't love me.

Not when you know
I still love you,

because I do.

It doesn't Matter
anymore, Michael,

because I don't
want you in my life.

You're lying.

I want you to
look me in the eye

and tell me
you don't love me.

Come on!

Look me in the eyes
and tell me.

Not only
do I not love you,

I haven't liked you
in a very long time.

I don't believe you.

No way!
I don't believe this!

Because it's the most
honest thing I've said
in months.

Well, then you're right!

I did the right thing
by having an affair!

You hear me?

That was
the right thing!

When you were
a little girl,

you'd always come out here
if something upset you.

This is still
your home, Jane.

Is it?

Yes.

And we're
still your parents.

We raised you,

loved you as our own.

Because you couldn't
have children?

That's what
we thought at first.

Isn't Sydney
adopted, too?

No.

Which is one of the reasons
we didn't tell you.

We didn't want you
to feel different
from your sister.

It's just lie on top of
lie, isn't it?

What about
my biological parents?

We don't know much
about your background,

except your mother
was alone.

Everything else was sealed away
in your orphanage files.

But we've talked about it,

and if you want to
pursue finding her,

you should.

It's a lot
to think about.

I'd like to be
alone to do it.

(Megan)
Isn't it a little
risky asking me here?

(Kimberly)
Now that Michael's
moved out, not at all.

In fact, things are
progressing so nicely,

we're ready
for phase two,

which is why
I called you,

so we could
go over my finances.

Why would I need to know
about your finances?

For your peace of mind.

Now, I've made out a will
leaving everything to Michael,

so when you marry him
it'll be yours to share.

Wait a minute,
this is crazy.

You never said anything
about marrying Michael.

But you said
you loved him.

I do, but I don't
want a marriage
based on a lie.

What difference
does it make,

as long as
the outcome is good?

The difference is
I will never know

how he really
feels about me.

This could all be
a house of cards

once he finds out
that you paid me.

But he's never
gonna know,

because neither one of us
is ever gonna tell him.

But I can't live with
the lies forever, O.K.?

I can barely
live with it now.

I have to tell him.

I have to.

Look, it's the only
way I'll ever know.

No, no, you can't,
you'll ruin everything.

No, I'm sorry.

Megan! Megan!

Uh, what the hell
is going on?

The man
wastes no time.

Hi.

Actually, it looks
worse than it is,

but no need for concern.

You mean,
despite the fact

that you're putting
your knickknacks on my desk.

(Craig)
Only because, unlike my father,

I plan on being
more hands on.

And since this is the only
executive office on the floor,

I had all
your things boxed

and put in one of those window
offices out in the front.

Strictly geographic.

Um, excuse me, a little bit
to the left, please.

Don't you think
you could have at least

just run this by Amanda first,
out of common courtesy?

Uh, no, Billy, really,
it's fine.

What's that old saying,

"you've got to get along
to go along"?

Exactly.

Uh, nice painting.

Yeah?
My girlfriend
gave it to me.

Your girlfriend?

(Craig)
Yeah.

Well, I better
go get settled.

Enjoy the space.

(door shuts loudly)

It's a hell of a lot easier
to decorate an office

than to run a company.

(Billy)
His girlfriend?

Michael.

Whoa, slow down,
where's the fire?

Listen, I need to
tell you something.

Yeah, you need to tell me
why you're out of breath.

Just listen to me.

This whole thing has gotten
way out of control.

I just want to come clean,
I want to tell you the truth.

Kimberly, what the hell
are you doing here?

I'm sorry, the door was open
and I heard voices.

I wouldn't have disturbed you,
but this is important.

No, wait.

Michael,
I want a divorce.

You do?

Yes, and I want
one quickly.

You're moving fast these days,
Kimberly, incredibly fast.

Yes, I know,
I have to.

Michael, we're bad
for each other,

and deep down
we both know it.

And now that you've
found somebody else,

let's just let go.

Let's just break the cycle
once and for all.

You did love me,
give me that much.

More than life.

But that love
got warped, Michael,

with everything we went through
and all the chaos we created.

Yeah.

I guess it did.

We tried hard.

But it didn't work.

If you have any feelings
left for me at all,

don't contest this
divorce... please.

All right, I won't.

Thank you.

Chase after her.

That's what
you want, isn't it?

You always told me
you loved your wife.

Won't you always love her more
than you could ever love me?

Stop it.

Listen to me.

You know, O.K., I kept my
distance because of her, yes.

But I've got to believe that
things happen for a reason.

And the... and the way
you showed up in my life,

when you did, at the beach,
like a vision,

you know, that's the stuff
fate's made of.

So, if Kimberly
doesn't want me anymore,

well, then, that just
leaves me free

to love you.

Hi.

O.K. if I sit here?

Well, I don't know,
is it?

Drinking in the dark.

Any particular reason?

Do you really
want to know?

Well, I wouldn't
have asked if I didn't.

I lost a patient
yesterday,

young woman.

One of those...

twists of fate,

and the hospital said
it wasn't my fault.

Oh, I'm sorry,
Peter.

The way
it all happened,

it kind of reminded
me of your sister.

Everything was
fine at first.

In Beth's case, the cancer
was in remission,

and she was
going to make it.

And then,
for no reason,

it went in
the other direction,

you know?

No real reason.

And no one
saw it coming.

That doesn't mean
that I shouldn't have.

Is Amanda home?

No.

She had
to work late.

I bet you haven't
eaten yet.

Why don't I make
you a quick sandwich?

I'm really
not hungry.

Oh, I'm not
gonna sit here

and let you have
beer for dinner.

Come with me.

I'm really not hungry.

Come on, I mean it,
come on.

I make a mean sandwich.

I'm not stupid,
you know.

I know
what you're doing.

You're trying to
make me feel better.

Oh, am I that
transparent?

Well, actually, yes,
I saw through it pretty quickly.

Actually, yes, I can see through
everything that you're doing.

Could you help me with the--
thank you.

(Dan)
Thanks for coming with me.

Are you kidding?

Thanks for the tie.

I still can't believe
you bought one for me.

Well, every man
should own his own.

Listen, you mind if we stay
at my place tonight?

It's closer to school,
I've got rounds at 8:00 a.m.

Well, if it's at 8:00,

why would leaving from
my house be a problem?

Well, it wouldn't.

It's just more convenient
for me, you know.

My place might
be a little further,

but I think it's
a lot more comfortable.

Don't you think?

Well, yeah,
it's roomier, it's nicer.

It's uh...

All right,
it's comparatively luxurious.

No argument, then.

My place it is.

Hi.

When did
you get home?

A while ago.

You left our
laundry outside.

Oh, right.

Must have forgotten it
when I went to the store.

I saw you go into
his apartment, Taylor.

Don't bother lying.

Your arms
were all over him.

Look, he lost a patient
and he was upset

and I was just comforting
him, that is all.

It was a friendly
gesture, for God's sakes!

You said you would
stay away from him.

Do you remember that?

Well, so what?

So I made
an exception.

He needed a friend
to talk to,

and I wasn't
about to ignore that

just because you were
feeling insecure.

I told you
how I felt.

I told you point blank

what I wanted,
what I needed!

Would you stop yelling?

Don't you get it?

It all boils down to
if your promises

don't mean anything,
why the hell should mine?

(Peter)
I'm still trying to find him.

Give me a half an hour.

Damn it.

Punishing the phone
so early in the morning?

What's the occasion?

I have surgery scheduled
and I want Michael
to cover for me,

but I can't find the idiot--
he's missing in action.

Peter, if this is
about you're not
wanting to do surgery,

trust me,
you'll be fine.

That's what you said
the last time,

and now a girl's dead.

What's that
supposed to mean,

somehow it's my fault?

I didn't say that.

You know something, Peter,
you need to get through this,

and not take it out
on me in the process.

Good morning.

To some, maybe.

Guess she's having
a bad day.

Yeah, she's having
a lot of those lately.

You're up and out early.

Sketching.
Early morning casts
the best light.

Yeah? I was in
Craig's office
the other day.

I saw your painting.

Yeah?

He said
you gave it to him.

I did.
How'd it look?

Fine.

He also said that
you were his girlfriend.

Really?
He said that?

So, would that
be true?

I don't know if I'm
his girlfriend or not,

but I'm pretty sure that it's
none of your business.

I'm gonna go inside.

Sam, maybe I forgot
the other night

to say that I liked
your painting.

I may not understand it,
but I like it.

Thanks.

(machine beeping)

(Matt)
Hey, how are you?

(Peter)
Oh, Matt, Matt, right?

Yeah, I just started
my surgical rotation.

It's gonna be a pleasure
to observe you.

I've heard that
you're one of the best.

Oh, thanks.

We're ready
for you, doctor.

Let's get to it.

Doctor?

Peter, are you O.K.?

Excuse me.

(Jane)
I appreciate
you doing this after hours.

I spent the whole day
tracking this place down.

I'll only be
in town briefly.

I'm glad to do it.

It makes me feel better
after all those years

before the laws changed

and we couldn't
help people like you.

Oh, here we are.

Infant, female, Larson.

Infant Larson?
Wasn't I given a first name?

Uh, it doesn't
appear so.

You were born in
Cook County Hospital,

March 24th, 1969.

Your father
is unknown.

Your mother is Sherry.

Sherry Larson?

Do you have
an address for her?

Yes, but obviously
it's quite old.

No-- it appears your mother
lived in Los Angeles

at 4424 21st street.

That's crazy.
I live in L.A. now.

But you realize
that she may have
long since moved?

Yes, but wouldn't
it be amazing

if she still lived there?

Jane, the urge to explore
your heritage

is a very
powerful one.

Just don't let it outweigh the
love of your adoptive parents.

Oh, no.
No, of course not.

Oh, here we are.

Thank you, sister,
thank you for everything.

(knocking on door)

Hey.

A little late for
a social call, isn't it?

Actually,
I'm here on business.

I have your Kirov.

Let me help you
with this.

Watch your fingers.

It's fresh
off the easel.

Yeah, I see that.

Why don't we try this
over here?

Mmmm.

So, all by your lonesome
again tonight?

Yeah.

Alone and here
for the night.

Really?

Trouble at home?

If you consider not wanting
to sleep in the same bed

with your wife trouble,
yeah, I guess so.

You know, I don't want
to talk about anything,

except art.

O.K.

Why don't we see
how this puppy looks...

right over here?

All right, allow me,
here.

O.K.

Now, we have to
stand 10 feet back...

to get the full effect.

It's the best distance
from which to view a painting.

A little art dealer tip.

Don't tell me
you hate it.

I don't hate it.

And me?