05x18 & 05x19 - Great Sexpectations Pt. 1 & 2

[bunniefuu]

Kimberly, it's freezing
out here.

Come back inside!

But it's so beautiful out here.

Yeah, I know, but it's warm in
there, and you're not well.

Come on.

Back to bed.
I'll get your pills.

But I'm not tired.

In fact, I slept
better last night

than I have
since I was diagnosed.

Well, I'm glad to hear that.

Here.

It's because of you, Michael.

What is?

That I've been able to come
to terms with my illness.

Take that.

With dying.

It means so much
to me to have you here.

Well, it means a lot to me, too.

Now, look, we should
figure out this schedule,

uh, for my visits.

I can come lunches,
early dinners,

and, uh, maybe I can
hang out on weekends.

Here's another one.

Actually, I was wondering

if you could stay here at night.

That's the hardest time for me.

Um... here, take this.

You mean... spend the
night as in every night?

I know it's asking a lot, but...

it's not like
it's gonna be forever.

Okay. All right.

I'll just have to get my stuff,

and I'll come back later, okay?

But I gotta get back
to the office now.

Business is booming,
believe it or not.

Oh, and, uh, you have
all my numbers?

The pager, car phone,
cellular, office, whatever?

Great. So if you need anything,

I can be back in 30 minutes.

Michael?

I just want you to know that...

waking up with you
here felt right.

You know, like in the old days

when things
were good between us.

Mm-hmm.

Well, get some rest.

I'll see you tonight.

Hey, Megan.

Hey, listen, I didn't feel
comfortable calling,

but I need to talk to you.

Did something happen?

Yes. I had the worst
night's sleep of my life.

Wait, call me crazy but I thought
you were okay with this.

It wasn't 12 hours ago you
brought over chicken soup!

Yeah, well, I changed my mind
somewhere around midnight

when I realized that
you weren't in bed with me.

Megan, I really can't talk
about this right now.

What, now I can't even
talk to my own husband?

Look, I'm sorry about
Kimberly's condition,

I really am,
but we're newlyweds.

We should be together.

And we will be, soon.

When, tonight?
Should I make dinner?

No, uh, a-actually,
you'd better order in.

I'm going to be
spending nights here

until Kimberly passes on.

Doing what, sleeping
with her, holding her?

No, just being here.

Look, I know this isn't a great
way to start off our marriage,

but, I mean, if I
didn't do it this way,

then I couldn't live
with myself.

This is unbelievable.

Look, Megan, if it
wasn't for Kimberly,

we wouldn't have
gotten together.

I mean, you owe her
this much. We both do.

Look, I gotta get back
to the office,

so I'll, uh,
I'll see ya tonight,

and, uh, maybe we can eat
while I'm packing.

Yeah. Won't that be fun?

Megan.

I thought I heard your voice.

How have you been?

I've been better.

By the way, thanks.

For sharing him.

♪ I hold you harmless,
on that I promise ♪

♪ It's all I want you to know ♪

♪ I hold you harmless
and through the darkness ♪

♪ I never will let you go ♪

♪ Are we the same?
Are we wanting to be? ♪

♪ I only pray that
you don't misread me ♪

♪ Sometimes we lie and bleed ♪

♪ That's true ♪

♪ But that's cool ♪

♪ Yeah, that's cool ♪

♪ We bang our love
on a half-opened door ♪

♪ We order out
with our face on the floor ♪

♪ Sometimes you sigh
and say I'm a fool ♪

♪ You're no fool,
you're no fool ♪

♪ I hold you harmless,
on that I promise ♪

♪ It's all I want you to know ♪

♪ I hold you harmless... ♪♪

Dr. Burns, call on line 4578.

Dr. Burns, 4578.

Hey, Matt. Will you
help me out a second?

Sure. What do you need?

I got a call on 4578 there.
Do you mind?

Thanks. Yeah. Burns here.

Hi. It's Amanda. Um, did I
catch you at a bad time?

No, no. Hi! Actually, I'm
quite free at the moment.

Wish I could say the same.

Oh, good. Listen...

we need to go over
our tax deductions.

My accountant thinks we should
file jointly this year.

Well, absolutely. Anything jointly
with you works fine with me.

How about my office
tonight around 6:00?

Fine. But, um, remember,
Peter, this is not a date.

It's just taxes.

Oh, no, no, no! But it's a
step in the right direction.

A small step.

Dr. Burns.

Hang on a minute, will ya?

No, Peter, wait. I've got a meeting.
Hello?

This is Dr. Jonathan Goldberg,

our new chief of staff.

Oh, right, right. I've
heard a lot about you.

Likewise. Eileen says that you
were my runner-up? Tough break.

Uh, can't right now. Sorry.

Matt Fielding. 3rd year med student.
Welcome aboard.

Thanks, Matt.

Dr. Burns,

the patient's under.

Soon as I finish this call.

Well, we better let
you get back to work.

I hope you don't make a
habit of holding up surgery

for personal calls, Burns.
Good to meet you.

Nice guy.

Yeah.

Hello, Amanda?

Hello?

Guess we're finished.

Hey.

You need to get more milk.

I just drank the last of it.

This isn't a hotel, Nick.

If you want something,
get it yourself.

Oh, I'm sorry. I mistook you
for the lady of the house.

Listen, you sexist
son of a bitch...

Hey, buddy. Good
morning, you two.

Tell your wife
about our plans yet?

Oh, yes. Do tell, Kyle.

You gotta promise not to get
bent outta shape, all right?

It's just I haven't had a day off
since the restaurant opened,

and Nick and I got to
talkin' about that.

We figured we'd ought to
take in the town, you know?

I mean, the only thing
I have seen of L.A. so far

is the inside of my kitchen.

And you're absolutely
right, baby.

You have been working too hard.

Let's get in the car and drive
up the coast and see the sights.

What do you say?

Sweetheart, I'm not
talking about sightseeing.

I'm talking about
hitting the town.

Yeah! Carousing.

A guy thing.

Just the two of you.

Yeah, I mean, you know, you have had
plenty of nights off to do your thing.

Yeah, and it's only fair that your
hubby gets to have some fun, too.

Fine. So... take the night off.

Told ya she couldn't say no.

Dibs on the first shower.

Okay.

I will be good, baby.

I promise.

Hey, hold on, Syd.
What's that in your hand?

It's a sign showing
our new hours.

"10 a.m. to 9 p.m.,"

7 days a week?

I'll work Monday
through Friday, 10-5.

You'll do the same, plus
every night and all weekend.

You can't be serious.

Between this and your
so-called kitchen usage hours

that you sprung on me this
morning in the apartment...

What can I say? I'm
a schedule person.

Oh, you couldn't schedule
your own heartbeat.

No, you're trying to get me
to move out and quit my job.

Well, there is that.

Why? Why do you go
to all this trouble

to make my life a living hell?

I mean, all so you can have
Jane's apartment to yourself?

Come on, it's nice
but not that nice.

At this point, it's a
matter of principle.

Like you know the
meaning of the word!

You know, insulting me will
only make matters worse,

so if you'll excuse me, I have a
very important phone call to make.

Nothing you say, do, or
schedule is gonna work, Syd.

I'm not leaving.

Hello? Walter?

I thought this was Carter's private line.
Why are you answering?

Why are you calling?

Because, obviously, I'd
like to talk to your boss.

Put him on.

Carter doesn't want
to talk to you.

Of course he does. Tell
him I'm on the phone.

All right. If you insist.

Carter, do you wish to speak to

a Miss Sydney Andrews?

No.

I trust you heard that.

You have brainwashed him
against me, haven't you?

Made him think that I'm
some kind of golddigger

when you're the one
who forced money on me!

I don't know what
you're implying.

You are not gonna
get away with this.

I am gonna talk to him. I don't know
where or when, but I am gonna ta...

Just hang up.

Have that number
changed right away.

Why don't we just
disconnect the phone?

You don't really need
a private line.

No, of course not.

Because I'm not allowed
to have a private life.

Doesn't fit into my schedule.
Right, Walter?

This is so weird.

You're moving out of my house

into your ex-wife's so
you can take care of her

when you haven't even made
love to me, your current wife,

since the day we got married.

Don't start.

Is this some kind of sick
pattern, like you can't have sex

with the woman
you're married to?

You're making way
too much of this.

I do not have
nor do I have an interest

in having a sexual
relationship with Kimberly.

For God sakes,
she's dying, honey!

I know. You manage to remind
me of that every 5 minutes.

Look...

it's only temporary.

How much time do you
really think she has?

Oh, 2, 3 weeks on the outside.

Just think... that's not
very long when you consider

that we'll have a lifetime
we're gonna spend together.

Come on. Mmm.

Come on! Give me
a little something

to hold me over until tomorrow.

Come on.

Get down.

Yes?

Hi, Megan. Is Michael there?

Yes. Hold on.

Hello?

Oh, Michael,
thank God I found you!

Oh, Kimberly. What's goin' on?

I was in a...

I was in a coffin,

and I was pounding
and I was pounding

and I couldn't get out
and I couldn't breathe,

and I still can't
breathe very well and...

All right, calm down.
It was just a nightmare.

Michael, please,
can you come over here?

I'm just so afraid
to close my eyes

without you here, and...

I'm so... I'm so tired.

I'm really tired.

All right.

I'll be right over.

Thank you.

Thank you, Michael.

Sorry.

Yeah, so am I.

Well, I guess these are all personal.
sh**t.

Kyle's, Kyle's, Kyle's.

Sure as hell ate there a lot.

Well, if you remember correctly,

that was about the time
we started having...

No need to explain.
It's a free country.

The Santa Barbara
Bayside Resort.

Think we can write off
the honeymoon?

Well, I don't know if the
government allows deductions

when you're having
that much pleasure.

We did have a lot
of fun, didn't we?

Yeah, we did.

I miss you.

And I hate not knowing what's
going on in your life.

I can sum it up
in one word: Work.

So does that mean that you're
spending a lot of time with Craig?

Please. He's barely in the
office since his father croaked.

But I think we both know that he
has a bit of a... thing for you.

Maybe. Maybe.

But to be candid,
I'm on the verge

of getting something
really big from the guy.

It's not what you think.

Well, what is it? Promotion?

No, no. Bigger than that.

It has a rather distasteful
side to it, though, but...

You know what? I, um, I
think we're finished.

Whatever you say.

But it's nice to know that you
still care enough to be jealous.

So, I will send you
a copy of the return.

Well, there's one good
thing, right, Amanda?

Being married to me,

you get a break on a few
bucks with the IRS.

I'll keep that in mind.

And... hey!

Ah!

Excuse me. My friend and
I will take 2 beers

and your home phone number.

Nicky, Nicky,
speak for yourself.

I'm a married man.
Don't forget that.

Hey, how could I? I'm the guy
who told you not to marry her.

Yeah. I want to
tell you something.

There's no bigger hassle in life

than when your best friend

does not see eye to eye
with your wife.

That was a nice
swing and a miss.

Yeah. A swing and a miss!

So, listen, are you, uh, you and
Taylor getting along all right?

Uh... yeah.

Yeah. Okay.

Why do you ask? No reason.

She just... Taylor seems kind of,
uh, I don't know, distracted.

Hey!

Man, I...

What the hell is your problem?

I apologize. I didn't
mean to do that.

Look, I'll tell you what... You idiot!
You've ruined my shirt!

Look, uh, I'll tell
you, I'm sorry, okay?

I'll tell you what... I'll
give you a couple bucks,

buy you another beer.

Hey, hey, hey! Don't give
this freak any money!

Nick, it's okay
I bumped into him.

That's right.

Now, what's to say
he didn't bump into you?

Nick, I got it covered.

Listen, pond scum, this
man is my best friend,

and I ain't gonna
let you hustle him.

Well, your best friend's
a jerk who owes me a beer.

Oh, don't say that.

What'd you say to me?

I said your best friend's
a jerk.

God, come on, Nick!
Why'd you do that?

He insulted you.

It's okay if he insult...

Oh, man.

Oh, man, Taylor is
gonna k*ll me.

Hey! Come on in.
What do you got there?

Flowers for Alison.

Oh!

They're beautiful. Thank you.

Cigars for the old man.
Might come in handy.

Yeah, in exactly 7 months
and 2 weeks or so.

Alison saw her doctor today.

How about that?
It's coming soon.

Yes. We're so glad
that you invited us

both to come over and
celebrate the baby.

Actually, tonight we wanted

to celebrate
something else, too.

There you go.

The real reason that Alison
and I asked you over

is 'cause we'd like you
to be our witnesses.

So you set a date.

End of the week.

Nothing fancy. Just a civil
service at city hall.

Still, that's exciting.

Anyway, since you're one
of our oldest friends

and Sam has gotten so
close with Alison,

we couldn't think of 2 people

we'd rather have
stand up for us.

Yeah. I can't believe it.
You're getting hitched.

Yeah. I can hardly
believe it myself.

So, will you do it?

Be witnesses? Yeah, absolutely.

We would love to.

Right?

Yeah!

Definitely.

So, um, a toast

to the bride

and the groom and the baby.

Cheers.

Took your sweet time,
didn't you?

Enjoy your night off?

Where's Nick?

Look, I'm not responsible
for your drinkin' buddy.

Besides, maybe jail is the
perfect place for someone

who settles every
argument with his fists.

Why do you always jump to
conclusions about him?

You have absolutely no idea what
happened at sh**t last night.

Really. Oh, really?

Well, answer me this.

Who threw the first punch?

Yeah. That's what I thought.

Gimme your checkbook, Taylor.

Forget it. You want
to bail Nick out,

you use your own money.

Meanwhile, I have
a restaurant to run.

Michael, this isn't a good idea.

Listen, Kimberly, I think
one of the reasons

you're having these nightmares

is because you have
nothing to believe in.

I've been to church before, Michael.
It didn't help.

I know, but you haven't
been to church with me.

Now, in the Mancini family,
when somebody gets sick,

everybody goes down to St.
Mary's and we light a candle,

and we always get great results.

I think it's gonna take a little
more than lighting a candle

to make my tumor go away.

Sure, I'm talking about
faith. Prayer.

We've both seen that at the
hospital with patients.

They're looking for comfort,

they try to get closer
to God or spirituality

or, you know, whatever
you want to call it.

All right. All right.

If it'll make you happy.

Whoops.

Bad timing.

It's a sign, Michael.

No. Nah, it's just
a crazy coincidence.

Why don't we try the Presbyterian
church down the street.

Take me home. Just take me home.

Amanda.

The next time
you want to talk to me,

how about showing up
at the office?

It's been 2 weeks.

People are starting to panic.

You know, you really are beautiful.
You know that?

I didn't drive
halfway across town

to hear a worthless compliment.

So, uh, whatever it is,
spit it out

and let me get back to D&D.

Forget D&D. It doesn't
matter anymore.

It's small potatoes, Amanda.

Oh, maybe to you.

To both of us.

Have a seat.

All right. I'm sitting.

Here's the situation.

I'm about to inherit a lot of money.
You like money.

And the 2 of us
would make a great team.

What is this, some kind
of indecent proposal?

There's nothing
indecent about it.

I would just like us to be
more intimately involved.

I have since the first
time I laid eyes on you.

A... that is really sick.

And B... I'm a married woman.

Yeah. We really need to
do something about that.

But even so, I don't consider it

an obstacle in our relationship.

You are a kid!

Maybe, but, uh... a very
rich kid, these days.

I mean, let's face it.

You were willing to leave
D&D for a mere 5 million?

I'm offering you a hell
of a lot more than that:

Love,

financial security,

good sex.

Listen and learn, junior.

My relationships are based
on love, not dollar signs.

And for the record, I doubt
the sex would be that good.

Oh! Another present?

Yeah. Sam wanted me
to drop it off.

We forgot to give it
to you last night.

Oh. Come in. Thanks.

This is so sweet!

Should I wait for Jake to
get back or open it now?

No, no, you go ahead.

It's actually more
for you and the baby.

Oh!

A mobile.

Yeah. You hang it up
over the crib.

It keeps the kid occupied

so you don't go
completely insane.

If you don't like it,
we could always,

you know, exchange it,
get something else.

No, no! It's a great gift.

Thank you.

Are you having second thoughts?

I mean, I know what you
went through before,

you know, when we
almost got married.

Billy, this isn't even
remotely the same situation.

I mean, I... I... I have to
get married this time.

This isn't a matter of choice.

Yeah, well, all I'm
saying is that, uh,

it would have been nice if
you had been honest with me

before our wedding.

You know, it would have saved
us a lot of embarrassment.

This isn't about you or... or us.

This is about me and Jake.
I realize that.

That's why I'm trying to
tell you, as a friend,

that he deserves
a little honesty

if you are, uh, on the fence.

I'm not on the fence!

And I am not going
out any windows.

And, you know, really, Billy,

it's not your place to
be worried if I do.

Fine.

That's... that's all
I wanted to hear.

Well, I guess it's on
to city hall!

Have a good night.

Any big parties tonight?

Nope. Slow night.

Which gives you more time

to go loaf with your
jail buddy at the bar.

Oh... pretty icy
in here tonight.

Maybe you oughta
turn up the heat!

Pour me a big scotch, would you?

Hey, how you doing?

Peter, hey!

Are you here for dinner?

Actually, I think I
just lost my appetite.

You know them?

Yeah, they're from the hospital.

He's the new chief of staff.

The blonde, Dr. Shulman, she's
head of the selection committee.

Did I mention that he's
an absolute imbecile?

No, you didn't.

It's not that funny. You know,
I was a shoe-in for that job,

but he obviously
has something I don't.

I'm sorry.

Well, I'm gonna grab a
burger down the street.

Peter, wait.

Heard you moved out
to the beach.

Yeah, yeah. I got
a condo out there.

No great shakes.

Well, since I've been to L.A.,

I've only seen the ocean once.

Maybe I can stop by some time.

You could get a house-warming
gift out of it.

Some time. Okay?

Mm-hmm.

sh**t.

Hey, Jake. It's Kyle.
How are you doing?

You still talkin' to me, buddy?
I don't know, man.

You busted up my place
pretty bad last night.

Look, uh, I'm gonna
take care of all that.

Are you sure you want
to do that?

Had to replace a jukebox, a pinball
machine, and a couple of lamps.

Ouch. Uh, you know what?

I tell you what, I'm gonna
pay for everything.

In addition, I'm gonna
throw your bachelor party

here at the restaurant.
How's that sound?

Well, hey, uh, I'm a bachelor
with a baby on the way,

so I guess I can't really say
no to a free meal, can I?

All right.
I'll take care of it all.

Thank you.

You're welcome.

I hope you enjoyed your dinner.

Oh, yes, we did. Thank you.
Thanks.

Come again.

We will.

Thanks. Good night. Good night.

Table number 5 left a credit card
behind, a Dr. Eileen Shulman.

Oh, well, maybe I can
catch them in the park.

Stay here. Excuse me.

What are you doing?

Not in public, silly.

Can I help it...

if I want to thank you...

for my job again.

Mmm!

I did it for purely
selfish reasons.

Oh, I bet you did.

Oh, yes. I wanted to, uh...

What? What?

Get you away from your wife.

Ooh hoo!

Taylor!

Well, what a surprise.

How'd you get my address?

Amanda put it up on the mailbox,

and I took the liberty
of jotting it down.

Can I come in?

Uh, you know actually,

I'm a little busy here
with the, uh...

Well, don't worry, Peter.
I'm not here to seduce you.

I'm here to tell you why you
lost that chief of staff job.

What are you talking about?

When you left
the restaurant last night,

I saw Dr. Shulman and that
other doctor goin' at it.

What? Where?

In the parking lot.

And I heard them talking.

He's married.

She hired him so they could
spend more time together.

You heard this? I mean, this isn't
something you're misunderstanding?

You heard this?

Well, there's not much
room for misinterpretation

when two people are having
sex in a parking lot.

Of course. You know,
qualifications-wise,

this Goldberg doesn't
hold a candle to me.

Shulman's his direct way in!

So aren't you glad I stopped by?

Yeah...

Yeah. Yeah.

Yes. Listen, I really owe
you one here. Thanks.

Well, what are you gonna do
with this information?

I'm not quite sure yet, but...

Look, I gotta take a shower.

Oh, sure. Of course!

I was just going anyway.

Okay.

Oh, and by the way, if
you do land the job,

make sure you include
me in the celebration.

Amanda, this is Jamie Chun.

Oh, is this a meeting?

I don't have anything
on my schedule.

Just an informal introduction.

Jamie here is a
friend of the family.

Pleasure.

Likewise.

Here's my card.

Craig mentioned you may be
in need of my services.

Yes, Jamie
is a top divorce attorney

in Beverly Hills.

I see.

Do you mind if I speak
to Craig privately?

No, not at all. Listen, Amanda,

I know it's hard now,

but with the right
representation,

divorce can be fairly painless.

I'll wait in your office.

What the hell do you
think you're doing?

Showing you how serious I am.

You mean how seriously
arrogant you are.

Look, I want you to be with me.

For the first time in my life,

I'm in the position
to get what I want.

Or buy it, as the case may be.

I am not interested in having
this conversation again.

Well, you oughta be, Amanda,

because I'm willing to
share my fortune with you.

All you have to do is make yourself
legally and physically available.

So you're figuring on having
this huge fortune, are you?

Hey, I'm the only child. Who else is
my father gonna leave his money to?

Who else, indeed?

So you are gonna call Jamie?

I'll think about it.

Good.

I knew you'd come around.

Oh, Dr. Burns.

I think you made the wrong turn.

This is the women's lounge.

What's the problem, huh? I
mean, the door's locked.

Excuse me?

Well, I was just thinking,

if you and I got to know each
other a little bit better,

well, maybe I could
get a big job, too.

I don't know what
you're insinuating,

but I'd appreciate it
if you'd leave. Now.

Well, it worked for your love bug Goldberg.
I mean, let's face it.

The guy's not even qualified
to be a doctor, much less a...

you know, a chief of staff.

Get your hands off of me.

Why? I mean,
he showed you his...

qualifications between
the sheets, didn't he?

And in turn, you just pushed him

right through
the selection process.

He's a married man, and
you're having sex with him.

I know this.

The question is...

do you want the
hospital administration

to know this, too?

In honor of Jake's final
night of bachelorhood...

Poor guy!

Cheers. Pick up that glass.
There we go.

I offer some hard-earned
top-secret words of of "ivisdom."

Oh!

Oh! Okay, wait. Now, I'm gonna
offer some hard-earned,

top-secret words of
advice about women to him.

Actually, to everybody here
who it applies to...

Which, I guess,
would exclude you, Matt.

Hey, some of my best
friends are women.

Hey, we don't want to hear nothing
about women from you, okay?

Go ahead.

Some of my best friends
dress like women.

Come on! I said none of that!

Let's go! All right,
I'm taking notes.

Don't bother.
Hasn't helped him much.

He doesn't know
what he's talkin' about.

Whatever this drunk here says,

the exact opposite is true.

Okay, now... now, McBride's 3
rules of keeping a woman happy.

Number one: Always tell her
she looks great

whether she does or
not... huh, huh, huh?

Okay, good. Number 2:
Never... and I repeat never...

Forget her birthday
or your anniversary.

Marry her on her birthday.

Sure. And rule number 3.
Now, this is rule number 3.

Never put her in the position

of having to bail
your ass out of jail.

Yeah, she won't do it,
that's why!

She wouldn't bail me
out of jail!

Could you frat boys keep it down?
The customers...

Wait a minute. You look great.

Thanks. Happy birthday.

Keep it down. The customers
are complaining.

Yes. Uh, you know what? I guess
we should chill a little.

This is a place of business.

Exactly. And you happen
to own half of it,

so maybe you could be so kind

to come in the kitchen
and help out.

Sorry, sweetheart.
You know, yes.

Duty does call. Excuse me.

No, hold on, no, no,
sit down with your pals.

I got you covered.
Don't worry about it.

Come on. After you, ma'am.

Thank you.

When did she get that whip?

Well, uh...

Start with those entrees.

You don't like me
very much, do you?

Nothing personal.

I just have a low opinion
of moochers, that's all.

No, you don't like me
'cause I got your number.

Spare me the tough talk.

You don't know me from Adam.

I know what I saw...

you goin' all gaga
over that doctor-type.

What's his name? Burns?

You know, I don't have
time for this or you.

You know, it's funny how you're
always busting Kyle's chops

over that fling he had in Boston

when you got the
wandering eye yourself.

Maybe I oughta
point that out to him.

Listen, Kato, you say one word to
Kyle, I'm gonna have you fired,

'cause the fact is, you
may be his pally-wally,

but I'm his wife, and that
is never gonna change.

Now get to work.

You know that waitress
Kyle slept with?

Always liked her.

Looks nice. Must be expensive.

No, it's not that expensive.

It's actually pretty reasonable.

Whereabouts?

Just a little north of
Ventura Boulevard by Kester.

It's got a really good backyard,

and it's got good schools.

Looks like you scored, man.
Yeah.

All right, look. I gotta head
back to the kitchen. Enjoy.

Hey, uh, the restrooms...

Down the hall and to the left.

So does Alison know you put a
down payment on this place?

No, no. It's gonna
be a surprise,

kind of a wedding present.

I don't remember her being
too good with surprises.

Hey, you know, we never
really had a chance

to talk about this.

Do you have a problem with me
and Alison getting married?

I mean, I would understand it.

No. No!

Then what are you getting at?

Do you know something
I don't know?

No. I'm totally
happy for you guys.

Come on. Bottoms up.

Can we 86 this funeral dirge?

It's classical music,
and I like it.

Okay.

2 can play at this game.

Turn that off.

No!

Do I have to remind you

that your kitchen privileges
are over for the evening?

No they're not.

Hands off. That is my mug.

Well, now it's your broken mug.

Oh, don't touch my painting!

You touched my mug.

It's mine.

I don't care.

Let go!

No, let go! You let go.

I am gonna k*ll you!

I don't know what kind of game you 2
are playing, but the noise stops.

If I so much as hear a peep, I will
evict both of you. Understood?!

It won't happen again.

I'm sorry to have disturbed you.

I can't take it anymore.

I'm gonna k*ll her.

I'm gonna wring her neck,
and I... I'm a pacifist!

I don't care if you drown
her in the bath tub.

Just do it quietly.

Hello!

What... are you okay?

Do I sound okay?
Do I look okay?!

If you calm down a little, maybe
you could tell me what's going on.

I'll tell you what's going on.

I am gonna take Sydney's clothes and
I'm gonna set them all on fire.

And then, I'm gonna shave her
head in the middle of the night.

Relax. I can see this roommate
situation's taking its toll.

You sound more like
Sydney than yourself.

You'll take that back if you
know what's good for you!

Listen to you. You're talking about
cutting somebody's hair off.

Oh, my God. You're right.

I don't want to be like this.

I hate myself.

Maybe you should, uh...

move in with me.

That's really sweet, but...

No. I've been thinking
about it for weeks.

It's just, the right moment
never quite presented itself.

Really?

Tch. I can't move in with you

just because I hate my roommate.

Okay.

How 'bout you move in with me

because... you love me.

I don't remember saying that.

Well, you do, don'tcha?

Well, yeah. Yeah.

How about you?

Does that answer your question?

Well, it felt good,

but, um... not really.

Oh. Okay. Then how about this?

How about, um...

I love you... Samantha.

I love you, too.

Say it louder.

I love you, too.

You know, Megan, I... I think I
just got too much on my mind.

Oh, it's okay.

I am sure that I can find

some way to get you in the mood.

No. No. Really.

Michael!

Look, I've already
been here too long.

Kimberly's been waiting, and nighttime's
the hardest part for her. You know that.

I don't see why you
can't just hire a nurse.

Come on. We've been over this.

No, you've been over this, okay?

You don't care what
I have to say.

Don't be ridiculous.

No, you see? That's it.
You just dismiss me

like I'm supposed to just
sit back and wait patiently

so that you don't feel guilty
when this is all over with.

You know what? I'm sick
of it and I'm sick of

poor, dying,
guilt-instilling Kimberly.

Oh, Megan, shut up, will ya?

Listen, she may be dying physically, okay?
But I'm dying emotionally.

And you're the one
who's k*lling me.

Look, if you want to argue about
this, it's gonna have to wait,

because I really gotta go now.

Don't you dare walk out of here!
Hey!

What the hell are you doing?

Look, I swear,
you walk out that door,

and I won't be here
when you get back.

Megan, damn it,
what do you want from me?

I want you to spend the night.

I want you to make love to me

like I mean something to you!

Oh, don't.

Oh, Michael, where are you?

Oh, where are you?

Yes, I need an ambulance

at, um, uh...

Beachfront Walk.

21... 55?

2155.

2155.

Okay.

Thank you. Doctor.

What happened, Kimberly? I
got a message at the office

that you were admitted to
the hospital last night.

I had another seizure.

I tried calling you at Megan's,

but the phone just kept
ringing and ringing.

Luckily, I was able to...

reach 911 before
I lost consciousness.

Oh.

Gee, I... I'm sorry you
had to go through that.

I thought to myself,
"this is it."

I'm gonna die alone after all.

Right. Ahem.

So, um... what did
Dr. Stein say?

Are you gonna have to stay?

No. I just have to keep
taking my medication.

I wasn't very good
about it yesterday

without you there to remind me.

Were you there?

Huh?

Were you at Megan's?

Oh. Yeah, mm-hmm.

Were you making love to her?

Look, um, you know,
I feel horrible

about you not being able
to reach me, really,

but the fact is that Megan
and I are involved.

Come on.

Hey, you were the one
who put us together.

I know, but that doesn't
make it any less painful,

especially since I have so little
time left to be close to you.

Look, I can only do
what I can do.

Michael, you don't understand.

I can't share you
anymore, not physically.

It has to stop.

As long as I'm alive,

I don't want you
to have sex with her.

What?

I mean, it's not
like you owe it to her.

You're not married or anything.

Yeah, but, I mean, look, that
just... that just doesn't seem possible.

Michael, it has to be.

I can't... I can't go through
another night like last night.

All I could think about
was you holding her,

kissing her,
and making love to her.

Please don't.

Can't you see? That's what
brought on my seizure.

Michael...

promise me.

Swear to me you won't
sleep with her

until after I'm gone.

All right.

I swear.

So... now you're in the
market for a yacht, too?

Sure picked a hell of
a day to go shopping.

I haven't signed anything yet,

but I'm seriously
considering it.

How did you know I was here?

Oh, your secretary
let it slip...

after I threatened to fire her.

But, uh, since you're
in the signing mood,

how would you
like to sign... these?

Contracts?

For what?

Well, I've been thinking
a lot about your offer,

and, frankly, I've
warmed to the thought.

So I've realized that I needed
some kind of sign of good faith

on your part before I
make any final decisions.

I see.

Listen, uh, why don't
you take a look around

while I, uh, study
the fine print?

All right, well, it should
be our turn any minute now.

Good. Maybe you can stop pacing.

Do you think I have time
to run to the restroom?

Yeah. Sure. Make
it quick, though.

I don't want to lose
our place in line.

Okay, I'll be right back.
I'll go with you.

It's one of the unwritten duties

of a witness or a
bridesmaid or whatever I am

to accompany you
to the ladies' room.

Alison?

Are you okay?

Is it the baby?

I don't think I can do this.

Do what, get married?

Oh, I was afraid of that.

Billy told me about your
escape at you guys' wedding.

Tch. Luckily... there's
no windows in here.

Oh!

What is wrong with me?

I love Jake. Why
can't I do this?

I don't know.

Why can't you?

Maybe we should get somebody
to go in and check on them.

Oh, come on!

You know women. They're never
happy with the way they look.

Besides, it's not like they've been
in there you know, all that long.

It's been at least 10 minutes.

I don't want to be the
one to tell you this,

but maybe Alison's having a
little trouble, you know?

It's happened before.

Wait a second. You think
I've been jilted?

Well, there's only
one way to find out.

Jake.

Uh...

Okay. Um... Alison, let's go.

No, Jake, I just...
No, it's okay.

If you're not ready to do this now
we'll just come back another time.

Are you sure? 'Cause if you just
give me a couple of minutes...

I think the best thing for
us to do is just go home.

Okay.

Good faith gesture, I'll say.

You want me to sign over

half of my controlling
interest at D&D.

Well, it's just a drop
in the bucket

for a big bucks guy like you.

As a matter of fact, it is,
but, um, out of curiosity,

what would this gesture get me?

Well, the possibility

that I may someday say yes
to your marriage proposal.

It was a marriage
proposal, wasn't it?

Good faith is a 2-way
street, Amanda.

I mean, what's to stop you
from taking this contract

and running with it?

Oh. You've got a point there.

Um... let's see.
Good faith gesture.

Something that would
let you know

what could possibly
happen between us

if you were to sign
on the dotted line?

Well...

this would happen.

And this could happen.

And this could happen, too.

Well, it's about time.

Oh, um, before I forget,

let me get that signature
thing out of the way.

If you think that I don't know

what you're doing,

you're wrong.

The problem is is that...

it feels too good to say no.

What are you doing?

Well, I said it could happen.

I didn't say it would.

I've got a meeting.

See ya at the office.

Hey, you got a minute?

Yeah, yeah. Come in.

I heard Kimberly had a seizure.
Is she okay?

Yeah, yeah. It was just an
overnight hospitalization.

She's home now.

Wow... I guess this is the
beginning of the end, huh?

I don't know what to say.

Yeah, well, I do. It's my fault.

If Kimberly hadn't been
in that car accident...

Michael, she hardly
had a scratch.

No, no, no, no,
not that car accident.

The one where I was
driving drunk

where she got that blow
to the head, that scar.

It caused her tumor.

Look, I don't know what you're
basing this absurd theory on.

Certainly not medicine.
Guilt, perhaps?

All right, all right. Look, I don't
want to talk about this, okay?

Besides, it's not why
I came here.

I was wondering if you
heard the latest.

You know this Goldberg fella,
the new chief of staff?

He resigned. Boom.
Just like that.

One week on the job.

No kidding. Imagine that.

I think the guy was
in over his head.

I mean, did you ever have
a conversation with him?

There was like nothing upstairs.

He was good-looking, though.

What? Did you hear
something different?

Just that they've already
appointed his new replacement.

Oh, great...
And what bozo

did they scrape off the bottom
of the floor this time?

This bozo.

No way! You?

Oh, man. That's really great!

My own partner steals the job
right out from underneath me?

Oh, come on, Michael! We both
know that you never had a chance.

Oh, yeah, and how is it you did...
Dr. Almost Bankrupt?

Dr. Couldn't perform surgery
until a little while ago?

Uh-uh. Something doesn't
smell right here.

Would you congratulate
me already?

This can only help our practice.

Fine.

But I'm telling you,

this does not feel like
a merit promotion to me.

Hmm. Well...

whatever works, right?

Partner?

Well, I guess like
all of my games, um...

Atmosphere is about
good vs. Evil.

But it also reflects
my own personal belief

that, um...

there are no accidents.

So in that sense,

every adventure, every character

has significance.

For instance,
our hero represents Orpheus

who is a man
searching for his true love,

but he can't get to her
because she has descended

into all of these
different levels of hell.

Yes.

Uh, Mr. Gallavan,

my friends and I, we play
Atmosphere all the time,

and one character we don't
get is the gatekeeper.

What does he represent?

Well... well...

The gatekeeper's
just an obstacle.

Just one of many
that our hero has to...

Has to overcome.

I have a question.

Obstacle or not,

don't you think that the
gatekeeper is basically evil?

Well, I...

I... I think he's
just doing his job.

Is it his job to keep
Orpheus and his true love

from being together?

Um... ahem...

I, uh, I never
thought about that.

Maybe you should.

And I think you
should ask yourself

what, exactly, motivates
the gatekeeper.

Maybe...

he has an agenda of his own.

Can we move on?

Because no one understands what
this woman is talking about.

I think I understand...

finally.

Hey, you're home.

You are, too. How about that?

Yes, I am, but let me
tell you, it was not easy.

Between Sydney rooting through
my few measly possessions

to make sure
I didn't clip anything

and then trying to find a
place to put them all here

and Alison's aborted wedding,

I am exhausted.

Which explains the bubble bath.

Exactly.

Um...

I know that today
is the first day

of us officially
living together, but...

do you mind if...

I just have a little
bit of privacy?

Yeah, well, actually, I do, see,

'cause I didn't tell you
before, but we kind of

have schedules for the
bathroom in this household.

Oh, this is great. Schedules
consisting of what?

Mostly environmental
considerations,

you know, water conservation,

things like that.

A-are you inviting
yourself into my bath?

Well, I was kinda hopin'...

You know, there is a big drought
going on in California right now.

We all have to play our part.

Dinner's almost ready.

Want another one of these?

No. Thank you.

Listen, um...

if I didn't say it earlier,

I really do appreciate how sensitive
you were to my needs this morning.

Well, that's me.

A sensitive guy.

Don't do this.

Do what?

Think about what's
really going on here?

I try to understand
you, Alison. I do.

I put myself in your shoes.

I think about what I
would do if I were you.

I can't figure you out!

What the hell's your problem?

I... I'm not sure where
this is coming from.

You're not. Well, I am.

I been thinking
about it ever since...

you hid out in the bathroom
at city hall this morning.

I've given you
everything a woman

in your situation
could possibly want!

My situation?

I'm being responsible. I've
done the honorable thing.

I even put a down payment on
that house in the valley.

What? Even after I told you
I wasn't ready to move?

That's another thing! You've
got this whole anti-family,

anti-suburbia thing going...

That is ridiculous! If I have
any qualms about being married,

it's not because of that!

Oh. Okay.

What is it, then?
Why are you having

such a hard time
doing the right thing?

I... I... I don't know
what that is for me.

What are you saying? That you don't
think you want to have this baby?

I... I don't know...

if I do or if I don't.

Right now, I'm definitely
leaning towards don't.

Okay.

Look... maybe I'm just not
equipped to be a mother.

Okay. Um...

Well, I'll take c-custody of
the baby in the delivery room,

and I'll raise him myself.

Oh.

Oh. I see.

So, what is right is what
you decide is right.

It's all about you,
isn't it, Jake?

It's... it's your ego and... and...

your needs and your dreams!

Well, it's too bad
the baby's inside of me.

Hey, where are you going?

Away from you.

Hi.

Hi. Can I please come in?
Alison, what's wrong?

The wedding's off.
I need a place to stay.

Okay.

Good morning!

Shh, shh, shh, shh.

Why? What's the matter?

Alison's still sleeping.

So?

So, she's with child.

She needs her rest.

We have to stay in bed
until she gets up.

Maybe you should talk
some sense into Jake.

Why? Alison's the one
dragging her feet.

Because Jake's pushing
her too hard.

Didn't you hear anything
she said last night?

I must have nodded off before
the girlie talk started.

It's none of our business.

It is our business.

It's our lives. She's
staying with us.

You guys awake?

Yeah. Come on in.

Um, either of you guys
want some tea?

I was just gonna make
some, if that's okay.

Sure.

How are you
feeling this morning?

Good. Good.

That couch is very comfortable.

Good.

Listen, I um...

I really appreciate you guys

letting me
stay here indefinitely.

I really do.

I'll go make that tea.

Okay. Indefinitely?

Something else that happened

after you nodded off last night.

Yeah.

You know, this isn't a
homeless shelter, Kyle,

it is our apartment.

No, no, hold on a second.

Nick is not a charity case,
all right?

He's bartending
at the restaurant.

He's making big tips, probably
because he is so charming.

Oh, good! Well then, maybe Mr.
Charm

can get his own apartment now.

Did it ever occur to you

that maybe I like
having Nick around?

I almost forgot what it
was like to have fun.

Oh yeah, fun.

Getting drunk
and busting up bars

and spending the night in jail?

Yeah? What of it?

I don't know. It's just
not my idea of fun.

Good. Then you won't care

if Nick and I go out tonight
and we don't invite you.

Oh, you're just doing
that to spite me.

Fine.

Maybe Mario can cover for us.

That way, I can
make my own plans,

have my own kind of fun.

What kind of fun would that be?

Hanging out at the bar
with Peter Burns?

Sorry to keep you waiting, Tom.

This is Amanda Woodward,

my-soon-to-be significant other.

Nice to meet you. And you.

I asked Amanda to join us

for the reading
of my father's will.

So have a seat.
Let's get started.

Well, this isn't
gonna take long.

That's right. I'm my
father's sole heir.

So? What's my net worth?

Well, that's something you're
gonna have to calculate yourself,

because...

Craig, there's no
easy way to say this,

but your father left
everything that he owned,

including the mansion,

to other relatives.

What relatives?
I'm his only child.

Well, uh...

Marjorie Foster, Joseph
Peterson, Alan Field.

These are my cousins, nephews, and nieces.
I'm his son!

Well, let's face it, Craig.

You weren't exactly on good
terms with your father.

Is somebody paying you
to do this, you bastard?

What is this, a scam?

My father would never do this to me.
I know he wouldn't.

And you can bet your ass,
I'll contest it.

Craig, I know this is upsetting.

But your father changed
the will 2 weeks ago.

I went over it with him
myself personally,

and it's absolutely ironclad.

And unfortunately,
quite intentional.

So what does that mean,
that I have nothing?

No, no, no. You have
this... this company.

Actually, um...

half of this company.

You saw this coming, didn't you?

Well, I had my suspicions,

but I was hoping
your father would rise above

his own petty bitterness.

Look, why don't we
find the nearest bar,

and I'll buy you a drink?

Yeah, right.
So you can get me drunk

to cheat me out of
the other half of D&D?

I'll pass.

It's a lot less dangerous
getting drunk all by myself.

Took the news rather
well, don't you think?

See the receptionist. She'll
set your next appointment.

Um, will you excuse me
for a minute?

Hey, hey.

Wait. Hey, Megan. Megan, don't.

Michael, Michael, I figure since

you're spending
your nights with Kimberly,

I could get a little piece
of you during the day.

That's a nice thought,

but daytime is also work time.

So I'll call you later.

Michael, Michael, look.

It is your lunch hour,
there are no patients to see,

and you have never been one
to turn down a nooner.

Okay, what is wrong with you?

Look, for God sakes,

Kimberly just had a seizure.

The last thing
on my mind is sex.

All right, all right.
Now I know something's wrong.

What's going on?

Okay, okay, look.

Um...

I... I made a promise
to Kimberly.

I promised her that...

we wouldn't have sex
until she was gone.

I can't believe her.

I can't believe that she
would ask that of you.

And you would agree without
discussing it with me first?

I know. It's a bit extreme,

but it was her last wish.

Believe me, I would
have lied to her

in a heartbeat if she was well.

This is insane. And what am I
supposed to do in the meantime?

I don't know. Um...

well, you could try to
be understanding and...

maybe, uh...

you could take care of yourself.

Michael, I married you,
not a vibrator.

Listen, I know a cappuccino
is hardly enough thanks

for what you did for me,

but it's the best I could
do in such short notice.

Well, I'm just glad I could
congratulate you in person.

Here's to the new
chief of staff.

To the woman who
made it possible.

Thank you.

So what did Amanda
think of your good news?

Well, actually, I haven't had

a chance to tell her yet.

Oh. Well, I think everybody

needs someone to be
proud of them.

Maybe I could
help you celebrate.

I could come over tomorrow night

and cook you
a really good dinner,

'cause Kyle's going out with
an old friend, and I'm free.

Well, actually,
I have dinner with

the selection committee
tomorrow night, so...

Oh, come on, I bet you could

put in an appearance
and join me later.

Well, yeah, I could
probably do that.

I mean, I do love
a home-cooked meal.

Okay, then we're on.

You put a key
under your doormat,

and I promise you I
will make you something

that you will never forget.

Okay? I'll see you
tomorrow night.

Well, look on the bright side...
At least, when she couldn't

go through with your ceremony,
you knew where she was.

Don't try comparing Alison
stories with me, okay?

Okay, but don't you think you
should at least talk to her?

Just butt out, all right?

This is between me and
Alison, and nobody else.

That's not exactly true, since Sam
and I have her homesteading with us.

I mean, maybe a little patience.

Patience? I'm just
about out of patience.

You were there. I
tried... even at city hall

when she freaked out on me.

It seems like the more
space that I give her,

the more support
that I give her,

the more screwed up
her head gets.

That's not the point.
Alison loves you

more than she's ever
loved anybody.

That's a quote.

One that didn't make me feel
too good when I heard it.

Oh, really? If she
loves me so much,

then why doesn't she
want to have our baby?

What do you mean?

This isn't about Alison not
wanting to get married.

It's about Alison
being in denial.

And she's gonna be a mother
whether she likes it or not,

and apparently, she doesn't.

She's gonna give up the baby?

Not if I have anything
to say about it.

I heated you up some soup.

You really need
to eat something.

Oh. Don't feel like you
have to take care of me.

I don't. I was hungry, too.

So, have you decided what
you're going to do yet?

Not really.

My sister wants me to
go up to San Francisco

and stay with her for awhile.

You know, I understand your
nervousness and everything,

but obviously
the best case scenario

is you and Jake make up
and get married.

I don't know whether to envy
your naivete or laugh at it.

Pardon me?

Sam, nothing's as simple as...

as making up
and getting married.

Not when a relationship's as
complicated as Jake's and mine.

Maybe if we were
like you and Billy.

What the heck is that
supposed to mean?

You're awfully late.

Amanda cracking the whip again?

No. Actually, I was at sh**t.
Hey.

Ah.

Divide and conquer,
is that the plan?

You talk to Jake,
Sam talks to me?

So sue us for
being your friends.

If you were my friends, you wouldn't
be meddling in my love life.

Unless...

you're concerned about
your own love life.

It must be terribly inconvenient

having a third wheel
around when you're so...

newly and blindly in love.

Alison, you don't have
to keep insulting us.

We're just trying to help you.

Hey, you're welcome to stay
as long as you want.

Yeah, well,

I'll be out of your hair
by this time tomorrow.

Thanks for the soup.

I guess you were right.

We should have stayed out of it.

I told you.

I thought you were
still at sh**t.

I'm just gonna finish packing

and I'll be out of your way.

So where are you going?

I'm gonna go visit my
sister for a few days.

Don't lie to me.

You're going up to San Francisco

to have an abortion, aren't you?

Then you can
come back guilt-free

and just pretend like
it never happened.

Stop it.

Well, I'm right, aren't I?

What I do with my body
is none of your business.

This is my baby too, and I'm
not gonna let you do that.

What are you gonna do, you gonna
tie me to the bed for 9 months?

I don't think so. Give
me back my stuff, Jake!

For once in your life,
you're gonna listen to me!

Maybe you're right.

Maybe you wouldn't make such
a good mother after all.

Don't do this. Don't do this.
Don't do this.

I told you that
I would take the kid, okay?

Just have it, and you won't have
to do another thing, all right?

Jake, this is one decision
you can't make for me.

Damn it, if you do this, Alison,
I'm never gonna forgive you.

You hear that? Never!

What are you looking at?

What did you do to Alison?

I didn't do anything to her.

It's what she's
gonna do to herself.

She's going up to San Francisco
to have an abortion.

Hoping for some sun?

Well, uh...

I'm not as worried about
skin cancer as I used to be.

So how have you been, Kimberly?

I've been as, um...

as well as can be
expected, I suppose.

Has having Michael around
made things easier?

You can't imagine.
He's a remarkable man.

He's managed somehow
to infuse a sort of...

newfound faith in me.

That's funny...
I've never seen Michael

as the spiritual advisor type.

Well, trying times brings
out the best in people.

Why'd you stop by?

Oh, why not? We're
friends, aren't we?

Of course.

In fact, I can honestly say

I've done a lot for you.

Everything that
you've asked, really.

So maybe you can explain to me

why you would ask Michael
not to have sex with me.

I know it's selfish, but all
I can tell you is that I...

I want him for myself.

I can't believe this.

Megan, maybe it's
a silly fantasy,

but I just want my
last days with him

to feel pure, like he's
mine and mine alone.

Can't you understand that?

No, I can't, because
he belongs to me,

and the reality is
he's just visiting you.

Look, I'm sorry
you're dying, Kimberly.

I really am. But you've
got to know that...

Megan. What are you doing?

Uh... nothing, I just came by...

Well, it doesn't
matter what you're doing.

Kimberly shouldn't have company.

I am really tired.

All right. I'll go.

Good. I'll talk to you later.

Hey, isn't it time
for your meds?

Yeah, I think it is
time for my pills.

There you go.

We'll begin boarding
in just a few minutes.

Thanks.

Amanda?

Alison.

This is my fifth terminal.

My feet are k*lling me.

What are you doing here?

Well, I overheard part
of your fight with Jake,

and I don't think running
off to have an abortion

is the right thing to do.

Look,

I don't know what you overheard,

but I'm just going
to visit my sister.

And either way, I don't see
how it's any of your concern.

Well, you're right, but...

this dilemma is something
that I can really relate to.

Yeah.

I remember when
you were pregnant.

I had the same doubts
you're having.

Do I want to be a mother?

Can I handle the responsibility?

Do I want to settle down with
some guy and get married?

That about covers it.

Well, I never told anyone this,

but I made an appointment
to have an abortion.

But then I had the miscarriage.

But it didn't hit me
until weeks later...

the fears, but they pass.

Amanda...

No, I am not pro this
or anti that.

I just think that any decision

requires time and a level head.

Just don't do anything
out of anger or fear.

Flight 407 to San Francisco

is now boarding through Gate 7.

Well, that's me.

Look... um... why don't
you let me drive you home?

You can stay with me
until you sort things out,

even come back
to work at D&D.

At least, you'll have
your health benefits.

Amanda, I appreciate the offer,

but I really think I need
to be away from Jake,

away from...
All of this,

to make the right decision.

I hope you do.

Shoo.

Be gone.

God, I hope this works.

Hi.

Oh, hi. Uh... it's you.

What is... what is that
that you're burning?

Oh uh... this um...
It's sage.

I'm smudging.

Smudging?

Yeah, it's... it's a
Native American ritual.

It's to get rid of bad energy.

In this case, old
roommate bad energy.

But I'm finished now, so...

I... I wasn't sure I would
ever see you again.

Does that mean that you don't
want to be seeing me now?

No, no, it's a reflection
of my surprise

at seeing you.

You know, you've
kept your distance.

Yeah. Yeah, and I was
wrong to do that.

I... I confronted Walter,
and he admitted to me

that he kind of tricked you
into taking the money from him.

And I'm sorry.

I just... I feel like
a complete idiot

for not believing you.

No, just join the club.

I've had a lifetime of
people not believing me.

Well, even when
I didn't believe you,

you know, I still missed you.

Really?

Really.

So if you're not too mad at me,

do you think
I can give you a kiss?

What the hell?

Well, you probably have to go

do all your business stuff, huh?

No. No, you see, actually, as of
today, I don't have a business.

Ta da.

Guess you can say I kind
of ran away from my life.

Hey.

Lucky I caught you.

It looks like
you're on your way out.

Um... our tax return.

Oh.

Oh, right, right.

All it needs is your signature.

Well, you know you could
have messengered this over.

You didn't have to
deliver it in person.

Well, I had an ulterior motive.

I heard about your getting
the chief of staff job,

and I think it's wonderful.

Oh. Thanks.

Peter, I know we haven't exactly
been close these last few weeks,

but I'm still very proud of you.

Well, it means a lot
to me that you are.

Listen, I'd like
to spend some time,

but I have to get to a dinner

for the department heads.

It's sort of a celebratory thing.
You know.

Oh! Is it doctors only,
or are spouses invited?

Spouses are, sure...

Well then, don't you think you should
be attending with your spouse?

Well, to be honest, given
the recent circumstances,

I really didn't think of asking.

But now that you
mentioned it, I...

I mean, unless you already
have plans with...

Craig Fields, for instance.

Do you want me
to go with you or not?

Actually, I'd like
it a lot, yes.

Okay. Well, then, if you think
I'm properly dressed...

I guess you look okay.

It's been a while, hasn't it?

Since we danced?

I'd say months.

Funny, it doesn't feel
like it's been that long.

Um... Peter.

Hmm?

That woman over there has been

staring daggers at us

since the first
course was served.

Any idea why?

Oh, that's Dr. Shulman.

Believe me, she's just envious.

A very bitter woman.

Sexually frustrated, I'm sure.

Well, I'd laugh
if I didn't relate

to the condition so well.

Well, I have
some good news for you.

It's curable.

Um... maybe we should sit down.

It looks like dinner's
being served.

Okay. Oh. What?

Um, you know, I've been
having such a good time

that I completely
forgot about a patient

that I have to check up on.

Excuse me. I'll be
right back, okay?

Okay.

Well, that wasn't very nice.

I just wanted you to know

that I'm leaving
your little celebration early.

In my mind, there's
nothing to cheer about.

An opportunist got a job,
and made an enemy for life.

Hope you're
comfortable with that.

Very.

Do you mind?

Hi! Perfect timing!
Are you on your way?

Uh... no, actually.

This is turning out to be a
bigger deal than I thought.

I don't think I'm gonna be
able to make it on time.

Well, I could wait if you don't
think you'll be much longer.

I think we're better
off rescheduling.

Um... I think this thing
is gonna probably go

into the wee hours
of the evening.

Well, I can't deny
that I'm disappointed.

I know, I know, and I'm
sorry, really, I am.

I'll make it up to you, okay?

Well, you better.

I will put
the food in the freezer.

Great! Great, thanks.

Look, I'd really
better get back.

Okay, I'll call you soon.

Bye.

Okay.

Well, it was
a wonderful evening.

Yes, I know. And now it's
time to say good night.

So, um... good night.

Well, um, hold it,
Amanda. I mean...

there's no reason for the
evening to end so soon.

Right?

We are still married, you know.

Well, as wonderful as it's been,

I'm still not ready
for an overnight with you.

I hope you understand.

Sure.

At least let me walk
you to the door.

What?

I know the way.

Oh, I get it.
You got somebody up there

you don't want me to see, huh?

Good night, Peter.

Breakfast in the morning?

Cafe Latte, 9:00.

You got yourself a date.

Hey.

Hey, get up.

Amanda, you're home.

That's right. I'm
home and you are not.

So hit the road. I can't.

There's nowhere to go.

The mansion's not mine anymore.

Nothing is.

And...

I don't have anybody, Amanda.

Nobody cares about you
when you have nothing.

You smell like a brewery.

That's because I had to drown
my sorrows into something.

You know what would
make me feel better?

Would you have sex with me?

Sex?

You are lucky that
I don't take a match

and light your
alcohol-soaked body on fire.

Okay.

Just don't be mean
to me, please.

All right.

Get inside.

Feeling better?

Yeah.

Actually, I am.

Well, I feel like hell.

Your snoring
kept me up half the night.

Maybe a shower will help.

In the meantime, be a
good boy and watch TV.

Hey, um...

last night was kind of a blur.

Did, uh... we, uh...

do anything, by any chance?

Please.

Morning.

What the hell
are you doing here?

Well, it's fairly
obvious, isn't it?

I spent the night.

Where's Amanda?

Oh, she's in the shower.

I was just about to join her.

She wasn't
expecting you, was she?

No.

No, we were meeting
for breakfast,

but I thought I'd swing
by and pick her up.

How nice.

But, uh, you know,
between you and me,

I don't think she's
gonna be able to make it.

I'll consider it canceled.

For the record...

the only reason I don't smash
your face into the wall

is because you are not worth it.

Neither is she.

What an idiot.

Oh, I thought I heard
someone at the door.

Oh, no. It must
have been the TV.

Ha ha ha! Oh. Hello, sweetheart.

Uh... 2 other people in the room.

You know, why don't you sit
down and have some breakfast?

Nick made French toast.

Well, bully for Nick.

He actually lifted a finger.

Somebody woke up on the
wrong side of the bed.

I can see that.

I'll see you later.
Where are you going?

Anywhere but here.

Come on, sweetheart,
I want you to stay.

Well, if that were true,

that loser would be gone by now.

I think she's warming up to me.

It's not funny, man.

I think you'd better
look for your own place.

Michael, I need you.

I'm on my way.

Are you all right?
Are you in pain?

Yeah, you were just
gone so long.

Oh. Well, I was just
finishing making you dinner.

You must need your pills.

No, no, no, I need you, Michael.

What are you talking about?
I'm right here.

No, I need you. I want you.
I want you physically.

Um... listen, Kimberly, we're
divorced, first of all.

And you're sick. The last
thing you should be doing

is having sex.

I mean, you're not
up to it, are you?

Michael, I love you.

And more than anything, I
want you to make love to me.

Make me feel alive
one last time.

So, did you do it?

Do what?

Have the abortion.

No, I didn't.

I don't think I owe
you an explanation.

Whoa, whoa, whoa,
whoa, whoa, whoa!

Wait a minute.

Oh, are you staying
with Amanda now?

What are you doing, making
the rounds around here?

Hey, if I wait long enough,

do you think you'll make
it back to my apartment?

You're drunk.

Well, give me one good
reason not to be.

How about being adult enough
to face your problems

without drowning
yourself in booze?

Wow.

This, coming from you.

Leave me alone.

Damn it, Alison.

Leave me alone!

I'm not gonna do that.

There's not enough
beer in the world

that can make me do that.

We're having a baby together.

And you can't shut me out.

Yes, I can.

Go ahead, run away!

You think she's your friend?

Hey!

Go inside.

If you don't go back
into your apartment,

I'll have you arrested
for public drunkenness.

Bite me.

Alison!

Alison, come out here and
talk to me, right now.

Alison, get out here and
talk to me right now!

I'm sorry. I'm not going away!

Maybe I should have
stayed in San Francisco.

Don't worry.
He'll pass out eventually.

I don't know. Maybe I
should go down there.

No, trust me.

Just leave him be and let
him cool down and sober up.

Okay. Do you want anything
to eat or a drink?

No. No, thanks. I'd really just like
to take a shower, if that's okay.

Well, good... That way,
you won't be able to hear

the maniac in the courtyard.

He stopped.

There are some fresh
towels in the hall closet.

Okay, thanks.

Listen, I hope I'm not ruining any
plans of yours by staying here.

To be honest, I don't have
a lot of plans these days.

Oh. I guess that means you and
Peter are still on the outs?

Yeah.

Oh, my God. What?

I had a breakfast date
with Peter this morning,

and I completely
forgot about it.

Oh, I'm sure it's no big deal.

Yeah. Strange that he
didn't call though.

Keep your pants on!

You son of a bitch!

Excuse me?

You lied to me.

You said you were at that
doctors' dinner last night.

You were with Amanda.

Look, I'm in no mood
to talk about this,

so why don't you just show
yourself the way out?

You think you can just
treat me like crap

after all I've done for you?

Well, I am sorry. All right?

No, it's not all right.

Sorry's just not gonna
cut it this time, Peter.

Well, why don't
I give you exactly

what you've always wanted?

Get away from me!

You think that's
what I came here for?

I know it is.

Hi, this is Peter Burns.
I'm not in right now,

so leave a message and I'll
get back to you. Thanks.

Amanda: Hi, it's me.

Um, I'm really sorry
about missing breakfast.

I spaced out, I guess.

Um... but I was thinking
I might stop by tonight,

and maybe we can have dinner
if you're in the mood.

Okay?
So, I'll see you in a while.