05x31 - Secrets and Lies and More Lies

[bunniefuu]

Mr. Campbell, you enjoy lying?

Are you a habitual liar?

I already explained
to you the other day

why I was not totally honest

about Sam's father.

Because you were scared

you'd get into some
trouble, right?

Yes, that's right.

I figured that I might
as well just say

that he had never been there

because the guy
had already split.

I had no idea where he was,

and I still don't know
where he is.

Yeah? Well, I do.
Right here in L.A.

b*at cop spotted him
this morning,

but you wouldn't know

anything about that, would ya?

No, I wouldn't.

Yes, my father
was in Los Angeles.

And yes, he was staying
with Billy and me.

But I swear I did not know

that he had escaped prison.

Then why lie to us

when we came to your apartment?

Well, I know now that
it was a big mistake,

but the truth is, he
had already moved out

and I didn't know where he was,

and I was afraid
that if I told you

that he had been there,

that I would get into trouble,

and I'd get Billy into trouble.

But we're in trouble
anyway, aren't we?

You're free to go.

But if you hear
from your father,

I expect to be notified.

You have my word.

We did it. We stuck
to our story.

The cops let us go, just
like you said they would.

Detective Stevenson said your
father was still in town.

Have you seen him?

Answer me.

O.K. Once... the night

after you made me
say good-bye to him.

He dropped by the store.

But I told him to go away,

and that I couldn't
help him anymore.

You're just now
getting around to telling me?!

We were supposed to go
in there and tell the truth.

Now it's all lies again?

Shh. Somebody might hear you.

What if a cop had
seen you with him?

What then? Are you really
willing to sacrifice

your whole life,
your freedom, me?

He's my father. What
am I supposed to do?

I don't know,

but I can't take it anymore.

Where are you going?

Walking home.

Can you try speed reading?

I'm on call,
I only have 5 minutes.

Trying to decipher

this medical mumbo
jumbo's a waste of time.

The patient sounds like a psycho to me.
He's not a psycho.

He's suffering from a rare type

of temporal lobe epilepsy,

or rage epilepsy.

O.K. What does that
have to do with Peter?

The patient has seizures,
or blackouts,

during which he acts out
his anger and rage.

When he comes to, he
has no memory of it.

That's my plan for Petey boy.

You're gonna give
Peter a disease?

Well, yeah.

Well, what, do you have it

in a petri dish or something?
What?

No, no, of course not. We're
gonna simulate the symptoms...

The blackouts, the v*olence...

Make him think he has epilepsy.

Oh, I don't know, Michael.

I want to take Peter
down a notch

so he'll need me again,

but talk about screwing

with someone's head.

What do you think he's
doing with your head?

Making you pretend
you're someone else,

your dead sister, no less.

Taylor! What are you doing here?

What are you doing here
with Michael?

We just bumped into each other,

and I was actually trying
to locate you for her.

Right.

Uh, so now that you've
found each other,

I guess I'll be on my way.

Thanks for your help, Michael.
Ah, forget it.

I'll see you back
at the office, buddy.

Peter, don't be mad, O.K.?

I just had another
run-in with Kyle,

and I was missing you,

and I just wanted to buy you a cup
of coffee if you have a few minutes.

Oh. Well, if you want
to make me happy,

don't drop by the hospital.

And if I want to see you,

I'll call you.

I just thought... Shh.

And don't think.

It's not your strong suit.

This place is terrific.

It's everything you said
it would be, and more.

But Alison and I are going
to have to talk about it.

Hey, I understand.

But just let me know
either way, O.K.?

You'll be hearing from us.

You ready?

Yes. Yeah, thanks, Danny.

Hey, nice meeting you.
Take care.

Take it easy. See you, buddy.

Did you see the
vegetable garden?

We could fix that up

and grow our own vegetables.

I saw a supermarket
on the way into town.

It'd be a lot less trouble.

All right.

Other than the vegetable garden,

what'd you think of the place?

Well...

it could use a facelift

and a lot of paint.

But it's kind of cute.

Cute?

It has personality.

I like Ojai.

It's a small town.

Yeah, but Santa Barbara's

what, half an hour away,

and L.A.'s like 2 hours?

Are you saying you want
to do this?

You want to sell sh**t
and buy this place?

You were right the other night

when you said that it was time

for us to change our lives.

We've been talking about
getting out of L.A.

And out of Amanda's building

for almost a year.

We just don't do it.

So... yeah, I think
we should go for it.

Do you?

Yeah.

You better believe it.

Craig, you have to believe me.

I tried to do right
by you, honest.

The last thing I want to do is
ruin your life with my lawsuit,

but my lawyer, Harry,
won't let me settle.

He says I have to go for
the whole 5 million.

Sydney, if you want to settle,

Harry can't stand in your way.

Lawyers can't do that.

Yes, they can...

if they're blackmailing you.

O.K., you've lost me.

Harry is a slime-bucket con man.

I am his slime-bucket
co-conspirator.

See, I didn't really trip
on those stairs.

I sort of...

slipped accidentally
on purpose for money,

for a chance to dig

into Amanda's deep pockets.

Are you saying that
this was all set up?

I...there's no excuse for what
I did, Craig, it's just...

After I lost the
boutique, I had nothing.

Surely you must understand
how that must have felt.

Anyway, that's when
Harry approached me,

and said that I was a natural
for his kind of work,

and promised me
truckloads of money.

This was all before I knew
you...

before I liked you.

And now I'm sorry, but if I
don't go along with him,

I will be exposed for
the fraud that I am.

See, Craig, he dummied up
some documents

to make it look like I
masterminded the whole plan.

I'll end up in the
penitentiary in a small cell

with Big Bertha.

I'll be her bitch!

You hate me, don't you?

No. No, I don't, Sydney.

I couldn't.

Because you're right.

I know what it's like

to have nothing left.

And I'm just glad that
you trusted me enough

to come clean.

Really?

Yeah. And you don't
have to worry

about Harry or Big Bertha.

I'll take care of everything.

I took care of our reservations.

We leave tonight
on a redeye to Miami,

and then from there we take a
connecting flight to Santa Domingo.

Great, and what about the hotel? Why
don't I go ahead and book that?

No, no. The travel
agent got us 2 rooms

at some posh resort.

Listen, are you sure
this divorce thing

is only gonna take 48 hours?

Because I've got some
big problems at work.

Amanda,
I already checked it out.

We'll be in the Caribbean
for 2 days,

and I'm just really glad

that we're staying
someplace posh.

What time do we need
to be at the airport?

Uh, 11:00. So how about if we

meet in the courtyard at 10:15,

and we'll just
share a taxi, O.K.?

O.K., sounds like a plan.

See you then.

Thanks.

Hey. You have a problem.

If this is about Jennifer,

I already talked to her.

We straightened things out.

So there's really nothing to talk
about, but thank you for coming.

I'm not leaving
until you hear me out.

Have it your way.

You mind if I taste some
sauces while you judge me?

I'm not judging you,
but the fact remains

that your affair
devastated Jennifer,

and ruined her life.

That's a crock.

After we broke up,

Jennifer graduated college,

and she started dating

all these ivy-league-type guys.

Uh, no. What she did
was drop out of school,

become a cocktail waitress,

and start hanging out
with the wrong element.

Now that she's out in L.A.,

it's happening all over again.

I just assumed

that Jennifer was
telling me the truth.

Yeah, well, she seems to
have a problem with that.

But then again,

maybe you only heard
what you wanted to.

Look. She's a good kid.
I know I hurt her,

but what do you expect me to do?

Here's the address of the strip
joint where she's working.

I expect you
to clean up your mess,

even though other men don't.

Hello. Do you want anything?

God.

Can I get you guys anything?

You're cool? You're O.K.?
Want another beer?

Hello!

Hey, forget about the drinks.

Joyce, take her station.

Oh, great. You're f*ring me?

Was it that guy at table 5? Because he
was pawing me! That's why I smacked him.

Hey, I'm not f*ring you, kid, I'm
giving you a break in show biz.

One of my girls didn't show up and
I want you to go on in her place.

It'll mean an extra 50 bucks.

I don't think so. Wait a minute.

You got a great body.

You got a problem with nudity?

No, I don't have a problem...

Well then, I won't have to
fire you.

So the dressing room's over
there, you'll be great.

Kyle! What are you doing here?

Savin' you from
making a big mistake,

it looks like.

You're not gonna
be needing this.

I don't know who you are, pal,
but butt out.

This is
a labor-management issue.

Yeah?

You manage this, huh?

Let's go.

Kyle, wait. Did it
ever occur to you

that maybe I wanna strip?

No.

What else am I supposed
to do with my life?

You don't want me,
my brother doesn't want me.

Taking your clothes off
and demeaning yourself

isn't gonna solve your problems.
Let's go.

Girl stays, you go.

Obviously it's not enough

for me to apologize
for what I did,

so just tell me what I can do

to make it better.
Please, Billy.

That creep has been
watching us all night.

Yeah, I noticed.
Just ignore him.

You mind telling me why
you're so interested

in me and my girlfriend?

I'm not. I'm interested
in Jim Reilly.

L.A.P.D.

We're watching you, Campbell,

you and Reilly's daughter.

Mm-hmm.

Let's go.

Why?

'Cause I want to go.

I already have a place to stay with
one of the girls from the club,

so why bring me here?

So that Neanderthal you're
working for won't find you

and talk you into going back.

You want something
to drink? Water?

No.

Well, anyway, I'm
gonna be out of town,

so you can have the whole
place to yourself.

You want me to stay here?

Yeah. Temporarily.

I will be in the
Dominican Republic

getting a divorce.

Meanwhile, I want
you to decompress,

cool your head.
And when I get back,

we're gonna have a
serious conversation.

O.K. Sure.

Hey, Kyle, how did know
where to find me?

Did Megan tell you?

Yeah.

Look. I'm running late.
I gotta go.

Uh, now the bedroom

is down that hall.

We got clean sheets
and linen in the closet.

And there is no food
in the refrigerator.

Uh, you know what?

Go to the restaurant.

Introduce yourself to Mario,

and tell him I said to feed you

and give you
some groceries, O.K.?

I don't know what to say,

except... come back single.

I intend to. You lay low, O.K.?

See you in a couple days.

Hey, where've you been?

I called your apartment,
the restaurant.

I was about to leave
without you.

I had some problems
to deal with at work.

Finished. Let's go.

Hey, Billy, try to stay out
of jail while I'm away.

I need you in the office.

I'll work on it.

All right, enough with
the silent treatment.

Who was that guy at sh**t?

This mess with your father
is never gonna end.

The guy was a cop.

Hello, kids.

Why, I do believe

it's past your
bedtime, isn't it?

You're not callin' anyone.

Fine. But the cops
are following us,

and they're probably
watching the apartment,

so why don't you
just turn yourself in?

Relax. I came in
through the window.

Nobody saw me.

Maybe you should just go out the way
you came, and just keep on going.

Please. Do it for me.

No can do, sweetheart.

Not on 50 bucks.

What does that mean?

It means I need 10 grand
and a plane ticket.

And if you don't get it for me,

and I get caught...

Well, I'll just tell the cops

that you were in on it
with me from the get-go.

And the 2 of you

can just take your
chances in jail.

Billy and I don't have
that kind of money.

Well, fine. Then we'll
all go down together.

One big happy family.

Don't bother to show me out.

I'll just leave the way I came.

Hey, Jim. I'll get you the cash

and the plane ticket,
anything you want,

as long as you leave town
for good.

You have my word,
and my phone number.

Scout's honor.

I'm sorry.

Kyle: So, 1,000 pesos.

Ah, excuse me. Uno momento.

Uh, a little bit of bad news.

Evidently the rainy season came,

and it washed out
the road to our hotel.

Oh, great. What are
we supposed to do?

I talked to the taxi driver,

and he said that his cousin

has got a beautiful place
right on the ocean.

It's kind of rustic,
it's a bit of a far drive

but it's the nicest beach

in all of the country.

For us, only 1,000 pesos.

You are such a tourist.

How much you wanna bet
there is no beach house?

That guy slings that line
to every American.

Excuse me, but I think I've been to a
few more foreign ports than you have.

Come on, look at this guy.

He is a straight sh**t.

Man: Next?

Are you both citizens
of the United States?

Yes. Si.

Si. Yes.

Bueno.

Everything seems to be in order.

To process these papers
will take 48 hours.

During this time,
you must remain resident

in the Dominican Republic.

Right.

Where will you be staying?

We're not sure.

It seems that the road

to our hotel is underwater.

So do you have any suggestions?

I can give you blankets,

and you can stay right
here at the airport.

That sounds like
a perfect vacation.

We will try out this
beach house of yours,

but if it's a rat's nest,

I'm coming back for a blanket.

I knew you would come around.

We will be seeing you.

Okay.

My taxi best taxi
in the whole island.

It's right outside.
Oh, let me take that.

Thank you.

I have a bad feeling about this.

How in the hell did you
get in here, Field?

I know people who know
how to get into places

and into locked cabinets.

If you're looking

for Sydney Andrews'
files, they're gone.

I'm calling the cops.

You can't just break into somebody's
office and steal their files.

There's laws against that.

There are also laws
against fraud,

but that never seemed to
stop a shyster like you

from making a living.

Oh.

I got an offer for you, Harry.

$50,000 in settlement

for all of Sydney Andrews'
claims against D and D.

Which means 10 grand
in your pocket.

Take it or leave it.

I'll leave it.

Then I'm just gonna have to
expose you for what you are...

A con man, a fraud who
preys on innocent women.

If you want this to get
physical, it will, buddy,

'cause I'd love a piece of you.
Yeah.

So what's it gonna be, Harry?

You don't look like a
glutton for punishment.

All right. O.K., O.K.

I'll take it.
I'll take the money.

And you'll forget
you ever knew Sydney.

Sydney who?

That's right.

Good boy.

Hey, that hurts.

I'll give you something for the
pain as soon as I finish up.

How long does she have
to keep her wrist immobilized?

At least 2 weeks.

And you should avoid
sports for the time being.

I just heard they
brought her in.

Hey, Ben... Chelsea,
are you all right?

Does she look all right?

What it happened?

The school tried to reach you
when I got hurt in phys ed.

But you didn't answer your page.

I was in surgery. I had an
emergency splenectomy. I'm sorry.

Apparently your work
is more important than Chelsea.

You know that's not true.

So what are you
trying to do, Denise,

score points with Chelsea?

I don't need to score points.

This is not a contest.

But considering
your busy schedule,

maybe Chelsea's place
is better with me.

Chelsea, your mother and I
will be right back.

I'm going back in there.

Chelsea needs me.

Yes, she needs you
but not you yelling at me

and me yelling at you.

You haven't changed
at all, have you, Denise?

You used to pull the same
crap with my brother.

And when and if
you get Chelsea back,

you're gonna leave her,
just like you did before.

You're right
about one thing, Matt.

I am gonna get my daughter back.

This is beautiful.

I refuse...

to stay here.

Come on. It's not that bad.

There is no running
water, no electricity.

Where do I plug in
my blow dryer,

my cell phone battery?

Not to mention the
bathroom situation.

The place is a pigsty.

You can choose
to look at it that way,

but look at this, the beach
is picture-perfect,

the water is crystal blue,

and your hair, well, your
hair looks just fine to me.

You do what you want.
I'm leaving.

Hey, let me take care
of this, O.K.?

Knock yourself out.

Are you insane?

What... wait... why did you
send the taxi away?

Look, there's nowhere else
for us to stay,

so we're gonna have to make
the best of a bad situation.

That is not my thing.

If it were, I'd be
back in L.A. with Peter,

not on some godforsaken
beach with you.

Come on, Amanda.
Where are you going?

To sleep off this nightmare.

And when I wake up, you better
come up with some way

to get us out of here.

Amanda. Enjoy your
picture-perfect beach,

'cause that's where you'll
be sleeping tonight.

Look, come on.

Stay here!

Ay..

All you have to do is tell Peter

you want to spend
a quiet evening at home.

Just the two of us? Right.

Then when he gets there
you hand him a drink,

his favorite scotch with this...

prescription chaser.

Oh, Michael, I'm not
sure about this.

I don't know if I can
drug somebody again,

especially Peter.

Again?

What do you mean "again?"

I just got through drugging
Kyle's marine buddy, Nick.

It was a very
complicated situation.

Yeah, that somehow
involved Peter, right?

That's why
he needed that morphine.

And that's why Mr. Marine
b*at the stuffing out of him

in the hospital parking lot.

Listen, I don't want to
get into this right now.

Oh, and I understand that,

because that was a stupid
plan and this isn't.

Besides, Taylor, what
goes around comes around.

Well...

you do have a point there.

You know, I'm...

I'm actually
beginning to like you.

Anyway,

that Pentobarbital will eventually
cause Peter to blackout.

Wait, tell me again why
we need him to blackout.

Because seizures in
the form of blackouts

are symptomatic
of rage epilepsy.

Didn't I explain
this all at the hospital?

We're gonna make Peter believe

he's physically abusing you
during these induced blackouts

by bruising his hands,
your face, etcetera.

That will make
Peter become, uh...

shall we say, a failure
at home and at work.

What, am I grossing you out?

Because I don't want you to
get cold feet or anything.

My feet are very warm,
thank you.

And as a matter of fact,

I think your plan
is very inspired!

It's so sick.

Here's your groceries.

Thanks, Mario.

Can I get you anything else?

I think I've got
everything I need.

See ya.

Craig? Hi.

I didn't think
I'd see you ever again.

I mean, I thought maybe
you changed your mind,

that you hated me.

I uh... haven't changed my mind.

I just had to take care
of a few things,

including Harry.

He's out of your life for good.

Wow.

That's great.

How'd you manage that?

I just gave him 20% of
your D and D settlement,

which, uh... leaves
$40,000 for you.

Craig, I'm not gonna
take your money.

Don't be ridiculous.

It's yours. You deserve it.

I even uh...
Have a bonus for you.

What kind of bonus?

That's very interesting.

I guess I accept.

But I don't understand why
you're doing all this for me.

I mean, if it's
about the lawsuit...

because I care
about you, Sydney.

I don't know
if I can believe that

from a man, from any man.

Especially a man that I was
just suing 10 minutes ago.

O.K., so you're
a really good kisser.

I just don't think that I want
my heart trampled on again.

That was never my intention.

Sydney, I really like you.

And I know you feel
the same way.

And neither of us has
ever felt this way before.

So what's stopping us?

♪ And I ♪

♪ I don't believe I'll go ♪

♪ Until I wed another soul ♪

♪ And you will be
the one I'm waiting for ♪

♪ I'm waiting for ♪

♪ Oh yeah ♪ ♪

Morning.

Something smells awfully good.

Yeah. Well, I got up at dawn,
caught a little breakfast,

cleaned the place up a bit.

Oh, my compliments to you
on being so industrious.

Thank you. The place
doesn't look half-bad.

Why don't you get dressed?

Breakfast will be
served in a few minutes.

I would, if I could
find my suitcase.

Oh, right. The tide came
in during the night

and washed over our bags.

Your clothes are hanging up
on that line over there.

Oh. Well um...

I guess I'll just put on what
I was wearing yesterday.

Uh... be sure
and close the blinds.

Well, Robinson Crusoe,
I won't have to

as long as you keep your eyes
pointed on our breakfast.

I was so glad that you
called this morning.

I thought I'd drop
off some supplies.

Megan, you are the best.

Even though you ratted
me out with Kyle.

But it turned out great.

We're getting back together.

Really? When did this happen?

Last night.

In fact, he is down in the
Dominican Republic right now

getting a quickie divorce.

Well, I hope you're not
misinterpreting his intentions.

I mean, having a guy rescue
you from a strip joint's

pretty darn romantic,

but still...

you two did have
an affair and it ended,

and he moved on.

I think I know Kyle a
little better than you do.

Well, I know men,

and a guy who cheated
on his wife with you

isn't likely to have a
serious relationship.

Well, I know men, too,

and the truth is

all men cheat.

It's in their genes.

No, it's not.

There are some pretty
good men out there

who want to make a commitment

and have an exclusive
relationship.

Too bad my brother
isn't one of them.

Excuse me?

Last night, I saw Michael
and Taylor together

at Kyle's restaurant.

And they weren't
just having dinner.

In fact, Taylor had her big
lips wrapped around Michael's.

And he didn't seem
to mind in the least.

I tried calling you
at the office

and then your car, and
nobody knew where you were.

I thought the police
had you again.

I was at the bank,

cleaning out my savings account.

You don't have to worry

because I got the $10,000
your father asked for.

That's all the money
you have in the world.

I won't let you do it.

That's what he wanted
from the beginning.

It's the only reason he came to L.A.
and looked you up.

If I had been smarter,

I would've just paid him to
go away in the first place.

All right, all right.

But I'm gonna pay you
back, every last cent.

I'm gonna give up
the lease on my car.

Let's not worry about that now.

We gotta figure out
how we're gonna get

the money to Jim without
the police finding out.

I hate this.

Think. How are we gonna
give the cops the slip?

What about divide and conquer?

For instance,

if the cops knew we were
both at home, and you left.

You walked out the courtyard,
you got in your car.

Maybe they'd follow you.

And then I could
slip out the window

and make the drop.

I like it.

Only I'm the one
that's gonna go meet him.

And I know the perfect place.

Where did you put
your father's phone number?

It's right here.

I'd like to make a toast.

To one hell of a good day.

I honestly had more fun with you

than a platoon of marines
and that's saying a lot.

Wow.

Guess I can drink to that.

I had a pretty good time, too,

so I want to make a toast.

O.K.

To the end of old relationships,

and the beginning of new ones...

new business relationships.

I knew that.

Out with the old,
in with the new.

Mm-hmm.

Are you gonna wait until the
divorce is final tomorrow

to take off your ring?

I'm not sure.

If I said something to
upset you, I'm sorry.

No, it's just...

It's just this ring
meant a lot to me.

The whole idea of commitment,

spending your life
with one person.

Are you still
in love with Taylor?

No.

No, my feelings for her, well...

she pretty much k*lled them.

I gotta say, I liked the
idea of being married,

being a couple.

You know, my parents
have been married for 35 years.

I mean heck, when they walk down
the street, they still hold hands.

And the funny thing is,

I thought I had that, too.

Was it that easy for you
to take your ring off?

No, it wasn't.

Look, I didn't
mean for you to...

No. No, it's O.K.

I gotta do this,

for a lot of reasons.

You look beautiful.

Get real. I'm a mess.

No make-up, sunburned.

Look, I can't do this.

I can't either.

Good night.

And... thanks for the day.

Good night.

Congratulations, Mr. McBride,

you are a free man.

Gracias. Thank you.

It's Amanda Woodward, your boss.

Is Craig Field in?

Please get him.

Amanda.

Yeah, hi, Craig.

I got my divorce,

so I will be back in the
office tomorrow morning.

That's great.

Hey, listen,
I've got news of my own.

Sydney's gonna drop the lawsuit.

It's only gonna
cost us about 50 grand.

Oh... wow!

I don't know what to say.
I'm thrilled!

And I apologize for every mean
thing I ever said to you.

From this day on,
you are my hero.

Amanda, we're gonna
miss our plane.

O.K. I've got a plane to catch

so I'll see you tomorrow.

And... good work.

Bye.

You know...

I think I'm really
gonna like it here.

A solid oak bar

and a vintage, um, jukebox,

and the floors have been
refinished throughout.

I won't kid you, Jake.

I've always been impressed
with your joint.

Heck, I'm the one who loaned
you the money to buy it.

But if I take it off your hands,

I'm turning it into
a dry cleaners.

Ha ha ha ha!

A dry cleaners.

Lot of future in dirty clothes.

So I'm not all that keen
on vintage anything.

Listen, thanks for the look-see.

I'll be in touch. Yeah.

The neighborhood won't be
the same without sh**t.

Well, I wouldn't lose
any sleep over it.

I'm not sure I want to sell out
to a guy like Monty

who wants to gut the place.

You're having second thoughts?

No. Alison and I are
moving to Ojai,

and we can't afford to buy the
diner unless we sell this place.

Just want to make sure
I sell it to the right person.

What about kids?

You two planning on starting
a family out in Ojai?

No, that dream's over.

Seriously? But having kids was
always so important to you.

Honestly, I never understood

until my niece
dropped into my life,

but it's only been
a couple of months,

but I can't imagine
life without her now.

Well, I'm happy for you, Matt.

It's just not
in the cards for me.

You O.K. with that?

Yeah. So what if I'm settling?
Most people do, right?

I've got Alison. What... what
more could a man want?

Hi. Hi.

Sorry I'm late.

That's all right. Dinner's
not quite ready yet.

Here you go.

Well... isn't this service?

I just wanted to do
something special for you.

I'm just so happy that
we get to spend this...

time home alone.

I mean, we haven't
had that much time

for each other, lately.

Well, are you going to join me,
or do I have to drink alone?

I think I'll just have
white wine with dinner.

Why don't you relax
and drink up?

Why don't I go ahead and
bring these up for you?

That's all right,
I'll take them in for you.

No, no, no. You can
just leave it here.

All right. I guess this
is good night, then.

Yeah.

I didn't know getting
divorced could be so nice.

I mean I... I had a good time.

I had better than a good time.

I'll see you around.

All right.

Kyle!

Yeah?

I had better than
a good time, too.

Kyle!

You're home!

Amanda...

Good night.

It's all there.

$10,000 and a one-way
ticket to Mexico City.

I expect you to leave
and never come back.

While I appreciate
the fast work,

I'm not goin' anywhere
without Sam.

What are you,
some kind of psycho?

'Cause I've had just
about enough of this.

Unless you wanna go
back to jail,

you'd better just
leave Sam alone

and get the hell
out of our lives, man!

I've been around the block, kid.

Don't you mess with me.

You tell Sam

I'll be in touch.

That stuff you gave me
worked fast.

Yeah, yeah. It's good stuff.

Are you sure he's out?

Yep. I'm sure.

You want to do this or should I?

Be my guest.

O.K.

Enough, already!

Enough, Michael! Yeah,
yeah, you're right.

That should do it.

Wait a second. If we want to
convince Peter that he hit me,

I need a bruise, too, don't I?

Yeah. I figure we'll
use makeup for that.

We can't use makeup! He's a doctor.
He'll figure it out.

You're going to have to hit me.

Oh, no, no. I never
hit a woman in my life.

Do you want to keep your record or
do you wanna be chief of staff?

Look, I'm not going to hit
you, and that's final.

Michael, you cannot
wimp out on me now.

This is too important to both of us!
Now take your best sh*t!

Michael, hit me!

I... I ju... uh...
Michael, hit me!

I can't! I'm sorry.

Ow! What did you do that for?

Come on, if I can hit
you, you can hit me!

No, man. No way, no how.

Michael, are you saying this
is it, end of the line,

forget everything? Because this
is my last hope with Peter,

and if we don't go through with
it, then I lose him forever,

and I will not let that happen!

So I've gotta
think of something.

O.K. I'd give a second
thought to the makeup.

What? Where are you going?
What are you doing?

What you couldn't. What?

Michael: Oh! Oh, my...

Oh, my God!

T... uh...

Oh, man.

I can't believe you did that.

Had to do it.

Because I love you
that much, Peter.