06x02 - The Trojan Stork

[bunniefuu]

Good morning. Hi.

I'm Brett Cooper. I'm moving
into apartment ,

Matt's old place. Oh.

Gosh, is it always
this peaceful around here?

Megan, I really wish you'd
return Michael's phone calls.

The machine is jam-packed.

Hello there. I don't
think we've met.

I'm Jennifer Mancini.

Brett Cooper. Call me Coop.

He's moving into
Matt's old place.

Oh, welcome.

Mancini.
Any relation to Michael?

Sister. Wife...

respectively.

So, how do you know Michael?

We're colleagues at
Wilshire Memorial.

It was terrible what
happened to his hands.

Yes, it is.
I'd be more concerned,

except that he had it coming

and, well, we're separated.

She misses him already, though.

Just ask her.

Good morning, Craig.

Let's go, Campbell.

Megan: Hey, guys, I want
you to meet a new tenant.

Brett Cooper.

How you doing? Nice to meet you.

Oh, and I'm sorry. Billy's
girlfriend and roommate...

Samantha Reilly.

Okay, here's
the abridged edition.

Craig just lost his wife Sydney

in a terrible accident
on their wedding day.

Craig blames Samantha
because she was in the car

that ran Sydney down.

Now, Billy works with Craig.

So he's caught
right in the middle.

Sam, oh, she's a terrible wreck,

and understandably because her
father was in the car with her,

and he d*ed, too,
in the same accident.

That bitch. She has no right.

Taylor, Coop. Coop... Taylor.

You know what I said about
this place being peaceful?

I think I spoke
a little too soon.

Hold your horses. I'm coming.

There. That's what you can do

with your eviction notice.

Sliding it under my door.

What, you didn't have the
guts to deliver it in person?

Pack up and get out.
You got three days.

No. I signed a lease,
blondie, with Matt Fielding.

And you can't just
change your mind.

There are laws against this.

There are rights...
Tenants' rights,

squatters' rights,

and human rights.

Look who's talking
about being human.

The most inhuman
person on earth.

Oh, really? Giving up
your title so soon?

Come on, ladies.
Cool it, all right?

Well, well, well. Moved
him right in, didn't you?

Mister male slut himself.

If it bothers you, move out.

Oh, I'm not going anywhere.

At least not without a fight.

You can't let her get
to you like that.

You're not bothered that your
ex-wife is now living here?

No, I'm trying to be
adult about it.

Oh, God! Where you going?

To put some clothes on,
go down there,

and be totally un-adult
about it.

That didn't take long.

Here. Here's the crap
that you left behind.

Probably so you'd have
an excuse to drop by

the condo and take
another run at me.

I'm telling you right
now, you can prostrate

yourself on my front steps.

And the only response
you'll get is a call

from me to the pest control man.

Peter, please don't
talk to me like that.

Oh! Oh, that's right. I forgot

about your pregnancy.

I should really be
more considerate

about your delicate condition.

Well, to hell with that
and you, too.

Good-bye, mommy dearest.

Pregnant?

♪ ♪

♪ Sitting front, shotgun ♪

♪ Waiting for
your speedy return ♪

♪ I peel away, screamin' ♪

♪ Baby, we got money to burn ♪

♪ I never thought I was
a criminal ♪

♪ Till I got a look at
your g*n ♪

What are you doing here? Me?

My God. What are you doing here?

I mean, you still don't
think you work here

after all that's happened.

Well, no one fired me,
so I just kept showing up.

Somebody had to keep
the office going.

Didn't want the practice
to collapse, did you?

Oh, honey, what
difference does it make?

It's gonna collapse anyway.

You know, Michael is
pressing charges

against me for throwing
him through that window.

Yeah. I got that impression.

Well, as a result,
I'm gonna nail him

for drugging me
and stealing my job.

And what's the point in that?

You're just gonna destroy
each other's lives,

not to mention robbing me
of my first legitimate job.

So even though you know
what Michael and Taylor

did to me, you're still
siding with him.

I'm not taking sides
with anyone.

The truth is, I've moved
out of the beach house.

I'm not even talking to Michael.

Good! Then you can
throw in with me

and go after him.
The first thing we need

is the password to
his prescription files.

Look, I told you,
I'm not taking sides.

Well, fine, then. Go back
to your desk out there

and leave me alone.

Hi. I was just on my way to the
hospital to go see Michael.

They're operating on him
this morning,

and I talked to him earlier.

I got to tell you,
he seemed really down.

And let me guess.
You want me to go with you.

It could make a huge difference.

Please?

Someone should examine
my head for this.

But all right. Let's go.

Just this once. I mean it.

Sure you do.

Coop: I'll be assisting
Dr. Wilson.

It's a delicate procedure,

time-consuming, but
there's no real danger.

Oh, you. This is wonderful.

I just thought you might
like a little encouragement.

You did? What ever gave
you that idea?

All I have to do is
suck some ether,

say night-night,

and wake up with working hands.

So your spirits are okay?

Oh, high as a kite.
Tell them, Coop.

I've been cracking jokes
all morning.

Dr. Cooper, why don't we
give them some privacy?

Megan, it means a lot,
you being here.

Does it matter that
I was lured with a lie?

Only if you walk away mad.

At this point, I think
that's inevitable.

No, please, Megan. Don't go.

Listen, you got to tell me, uh,

what happened at the office.

Has Peter talked to you yet?

This morning, briefly.

He's gonna try to get
you to testify

about the rage epilepsy,
isn't he?

All right. If you
really want to know,

Peter is putting
a case together.

And he should because as awful as
this business is with your hands,

what you and Taylor
did was worse.

So you are going
over to his side.

I knew it.

Damn it. I am not
siding with anyone.

The truth is he
has enough without me.

Just this morning, he was
on your computer searching

for your prescription records.

That son of a bitch.
Now, wait. Wait.

He couldn't get in without
the password, all right?

And, no,
I didn't give it to him.

Megan, listen to me.

You got to get in those files.

Delete them. All of them.

No. You know what?
You do it when you get out.

No! There's no time.

You got to do it now. Listen!

Before he figures
out the password.

Easy! Doctor!

Two CCs, pentothal.
Start a drip going.

Right away, Doctor. Megan...

We're taking you in
now, Michael.

Megan, please. Erase everything!

No backups!
Megan, you hear me? Megan!

Don't worry.
We'll take good care of him.

Don't ever lie to me again.

Here you go.

I'm heading home.

I've been crunching
some numbers here.

Business is up %
this week over last.

Great. Something on your mind?

Actually, yes.

It has to do with Taylor.

Wait. You know what?

I hope you had
a change of heart about

this eviction thing,
because I don't think

you got grounds
to throw her out.

A court case is gonna
drag on for months.

Because one thing I know
about Taylor is that

she loves a good fight.

Oh, she just might get one.

See, this is what
I'm talking about.

You're getting all worked up over a
woman that I could care less about.

Look, she broke up with Peter,
she moved in the building.

So what?

So she's pregnant.

Okay. She's pregnant. So what?

What do you want me to say?

I-I don't know. I thought you
might have some reaction.

Sorry. I don't feel anything.

It just doesn't matter to me.

Cross my heart and hope to die.

You are impossible to fight
with, you know that?

You want to have a fight?
Well, you're gonna have

to bring me something
much bigger than that.

We sound like an old
married couple.

No, not quite.

And I still have to ask,
your place or mine?

You know, now that
you brought it up...

And? Hmm?

That key to my apartment.

No more waking me up
when you get home late,

but you better.

I'll see if I can
slip away early.

You do. I'll make it
worth your while.

If that's Sydney's mail,
I could help you go through it.

How come every time
I turn around,

you're there?

Well, I work at the jazz club,

which you frequent,
and we're neighbors.

Chances are pretty good we're
gonna be running into each other.

So how much have you
had to drink?

Why don't you just go to hell?

What?

You have got a lot of
nerve, you know that?

Okay. I'm sorry about
your wife, but it

doesn't give you the right
to be rude to people.

I was just trying to help.

Well, I don't want it, okay?

Well, then just say it.

Don't tell me to go to hell.

I get angry when people
talk to me like that.

And when I get angry,
you don't want to get in my way.

I mean, don't act like
you're the only one

who's ever lost someone.

I've had my share of hurt, too.

Pain. Heartache.

You name it, I've suffered it.

Okay.

All right. I would have been on

my honeymoon right now.

Sydney and I, you know, um,

we only made love
a handful of times.

And on the last night
before the wedding,

before she d*ed, um...

we didn't make love.

You know, she didn't
want to wreck

the honeymoon.

So I slept out here on...

On the couch,

dreaming about that first night,

what it would be like.

And would it be different

as husband and wife?

And-and all I want...

is to hold her in my arms again.

You can.

Your music is disturbing
my customers.

We agreed, no volume
limits after : .

Fine.

What are you doing with
this glass of wine?

Gee, I don't know, Kyle.
Drinking it, perhaps.

I seem to remember you hitting

the old county McBride
on occasion.

It numbs the pain.

You are coming with me.

Kyle, what are you doing?

Kyle, what is it?

Did you ever stop to
read that sign out there

about alcohol and pregnancy?

Taylor, I don't care
how depressed you are.

I am not gonna let you
jeopardize that baby.

So, how did you find out
that I was pregnant?

It couldn't have been
from Peter.

Now, see, that's what
I can't figure.

Hey, tell me, he finds
out that you're pregnant

and then he throws you
out of the house?

What kind of a jerk
does something like that?

I don't know. A selfish one.

He didn't offer to marry you,

at least take care of the baby?

No.

Even a rat like him must have
some sense of responsibility.

You'd think so, wouldn't you?

I got half a mind to go
over there and kick his butt.

There's something else,
isn't there?

What else did Peter do?

It's not Peter. In fact,
he had every reason

to throw me out the way
that he did, Kyle.

Because it's not his baby.

It's yours.

I guess now is when we have
that "about last night" talk.

It didn't happen.

Sorry. From what I witnessed,
plenty happened.

You know, I want you out
of that bed

and out of this apartment.

This isn't the beginning
of something.

This is the end.

Last night was about missing
Sydney and being drunk

and hurting and wanting
her back.

You can never be Sydney.

No one could ever be Sydney.

You just needed a warm body.

Good. You're catching on.

Well, it's my turn to say it.

Go to hell, Craig.

Jennifer, what's that all about?

Step one in a very long
and involved plan.

And if you must know,
it went beautifully.

Yeah!

I know you told me
to stay away from you...

And I meant it. But we...

Peter, listen, this
will make you happy.

You'll benefit.

Scram or I call the cops.

I want to do you a favor.

Would you just listen
to me for a minute?

It's about Amanda.

Remember her?
The love of your life.

You've got five seconds.

I'm pregnant again.

At least that's
what I told Kyle.

Somehow he thought
I was pregnant,

and he got all indignant when he

found out that's the
reason you left me,

so rather than tell
him the truth,

I just thought that I would...

Compound the lie?

Well, it gets worse.

I told him that it was his baby,

and that that's why you left me.

So can I come in now?

Please?

You need professional help,
do you know that?

You've got to look at this

from my perspective, Peter.

I can't. I'm not that crazy.

When Kyle started being
concerned about me...

The pregnancy, his baby...

It was the first sign of
hope I'd had from a man

in a really long time.

Given what you've been
through recently,

don't you think it might
be an intelligent move

to just stay away from men
for a little while?

I was going to and would have

if this opportunity hadn't leapt

into my lap this way.

How could you convince
him that it's his child?

Wouldn't he naturally
just think it was mine?

I told him it couldn't
possibly be your child.

Because of your problem.

My problem?

Your sterility.

You've been sterile for years.

You told him that I'm sterile?

He was very sympathetic.

But I'm not sterile. And I'm
gonna call him right now...

and tell him. No! You can't.

Peter, listen.
Stop for a second.

Ask yourself this question.

Who is the one love
of your life,

besides yourself and
not including anyone

who's dead, like Beth?

Amanda, right?

Has been for as
long as I've known you.

In fact, our whole
relationship was

just your way
of punishing Amanda.

So what if it was? Who cares?

I do because my obsession
with you is just as warped

as your obsession with Amanda.

And in the end, I almost
lost everything,

including Kyle.

So now you want him back?
I think so.

And I think you want
Amanda back, too.

And if this isn't the
most golden opportunity

in the whole wide world,

then I don't know what is.

And all you have to do
when Amanda and Kyle

come to you is
corroborate my story.

And tell them that I'm sterile.

I don't want this to
sound like blackmail, Peter,

but if you don't do this for me,

and, say, someone like
the police come

and ask me questions about
what you did to Michael

and what you were going
to do to me

up on that lighthouse...

That's blackmail.

And even if I do go
along with this,

you know, you've got
a huge problem here

and that is that you
are not pregnant,

and Kyle's gonna
find out about it.

Well, in schemes such as
these, I always figure

it's one step at a time.

At least that's
what Michael taught me.

He has a gift for this,
you know.

At least think about it.

Remember, when it works out,
we both get what we want.

Michael's operation went fine.

All the signs indicate
a full recovery.

Will Megan be visiting as well?

Ha ha! Yeah, sure. Somewhere
around the same time

hell freezes over.

It's a complicated relationship,

that Liz Taylor/Richard Burton
kind of deal.

Yeah. I would have suspected

the wandering eye deal.

Yeah. Relationships
aren't exactly his forte.

Michael has this knack
of swallowing up

a woman's individuality,
then turning her

into a pawn in
his harebrained plots.

In truth, Megan was the first
one who ever stood up to him.

And survived.

My knack is the ability
to sniff out

people with ulterior motives.

What's yours, Doctor?

Oh, where Michael's concerned?

Heh. Nothing ulterior about it.

He's the boss around here,

so I will kiss his butt
any way I have to.

Here we are.

Nurse, where's Dr. Mancini?

It's the strangest thing.

He's just disappeared
into thin air.

I'm calling security.

Michael, what are you
doing here?

You just got out of surgery,
didn't you?

There. Done.

I've deleted every file,
every shred of evidence.

Now it's your word against mine.

You see, you cry drug-induced,

I cry attempted m*rder.

You're too late, Dr. Burns.

Actually you're the one who's
a little bit too late.

You see, I...

I figured out
your secret password.

C.O.S., chief of staff.

I mean, not very original
but completely apropos.

You know what, Michael?

I'm gonna bury
your butt with this.

Michael. Aah!

Not my hands! Not my hands!

How's it feel? That hurt, huh?

Oh, my God. Peter! God. Stop it.

Michael, give me
that disk. Michael.

Give me the disk!

Michael, where is it!

What did you do with it?
Get your hands...

There! Evidence destroyed!

Unless you backed it up,
which I know you didn't,

or you wouldn't have
fought so hard.

It's over, Peter, and you lose.

Yeah. Well, we'll see
about that.

Uhh!

Lucky you came in when you did.

Yeah. I should have
let you k*ll each other.

Oh, no. You've got
blood on your hands.

Oh, man. I must have
busted a stitch.

Well, come on. I'm taking
you back to the hospital.

Easy, there. Easy.

Hey, you know, I really
missed having you there

after I woke up...
I mean after the surgery.

You better just keep those
thoughts to yourself,

or I may just leave you
here to bleed to death.

Not that it wasn't incredible,

but outside of
"I've got to have you,"

you haven't said two words
to me all night.

Not only are you intelligent
and beautiful,

you come complete with radar.

I was gonna tell you
this eventually anyway.

Well, you certainly
softened up the beach.

That's the way you say it
in m*llitary speak, right?

Right.

I ran into Taylor last night,

and I asked her
about her condition.

She told me the real reason

that she and Peter broke up.

It's not Peter's child.

It's my child.

Evidently Peter is sterile,

and a couple of months ago

right before I threw her
out and got divorced...

I can't believe
you're buying this.

It doesn't matter, okay?

It doesn't make a difference.

No, I'm so sick of hearing you
say that it doesn't matter.

It doesn't matter that
she's moved in,

it doesn't matter
that she's pregnant.

It doesn't matter
that it's your child.

Amanda, get back in bed.

When I'm finished.

Amanda.

Where are you going?

Hold on.

One: I don't believe
you're pregnant.

Two: I know it's not Kyle's.

Three: I'm gonna expose you.

Well, I'm just as sorry
as hell, Amanda,

that the truth is
so upsetting to you.

Lies. That's all this
is, is just more lies.

Amanda, please stop it.

I can't get upset.
The doctor warned me.

Well, I guess he didn't warn you

about half-crazed
girlfriends either, did he?

Kyle: Look, Amanda, please
get control of yourself.

Paternity tests.
You ever hear of them?

You bet your butt that
I'm gonna demand them.

And until I see
those test results,

I'm not buying one word of this.

Good. You made your point.
Let's go.

Well, I'll take any tests
that Kyle wants.

All he has to do is ask.

And, Kyle, maybe you
should tell Amanda

what you promised me,

that you would be supportive
throughout my ordeal.

We'll work this out. Let's go.

I suggest that you do.

So, what do you know?
It does matter.

Look, if that child is mine,

I'm not gonna desert it.

I think you should sleep
at your own place tonight.

Ah, this place.

It really is home, isn't it?

Hey, Megan...

help me out here, will you?

Oh, man. This air will heal me

faster than anything...

except maybe having
you by my side.

I don't live here anymore.
I moved out.

But you drove me home.

Because nobody else would.

So this is all what,
an act of charity?

No. The duty of
a way too loyal employee.

Okay. Stop right there, okay?

Now, Megan, you know
as well as I do,

you belong in this place.

This is pointless. I got to go.

Um, Megan, would you wait?

Listen...

Megan, look, I need
you to drive me

back to the hospital.

Well, I thought I'd visit
the troops, boost morale.

Oh, quit lying, Michael.

I know about the board
meeting you called,

the one where you're going
to destroy Peter,

and he's gonna destroy you.

Well, actually I was hoping

only for the first half of that.
Needless to say,

that is the last place
I will take you.

Look, why don't you be
a big boy and just skip it?

Oh, this is the real reason
you drove me back, huh?

So you could try talking
me out of going?

You know what?
That is a decision

that you have to make.

Oh, yeah? It's made.
Peter's career is toast.

In that case, you'll have
to call yourself a cab.

You know, it's ironic, isn't it,

that every time there's a
bloodletting at Wilshire Memorial,

it ends up on your hands.

Hello, Amanda.

Hello.

Would you like to step
into my office and...

I know that Taylor's pregnant.

I know that's why
you and she broke up.

But what I need to know is
if what Taylor said is true,

that you are, um...
I believe the expression is

"sh**ting blanks."

Yeah. Yeah, it's true.

I'm sterile.

A bout of mumps
when I was a kid.

I would have mentioned it

during our relationship,

but we never really
discussed having children.

This is so unbelievable.

You know, with Kyle, I thought,

"Thank God. No complications,."

The first time I ever felt that.

Second time.

Even you can't fake
what we had together.

I can forget. And I have.

No, you haven't.

I'm leaving now.

Since when did you ever
have to ask permission?

Kyle's.

Taylor, this is Peter.

Amanda just left.

She bought the sterility story.

Oh! Thank you, Peter.
That is great news.

And I hope you're getting
what you want out of it, too.

I'm hating every second of this.

Fine. Then maybe you won't
be interested in this,

but Kyle and Amanda are
already fighting over this.

It was separate apartments
last night.

Well, in case you forgot,

your little story has no chance

unless you're actually pregnant.

And don't come to me.
I'm sterile, remember?

You okay?

Yeah. It's just, uh...

these little bouts
of morning sickness.

Whew. For some reason,
they're worse

in the afternoon.

Weird, huh?

Well, if there's anything
I can do, you know,

with any of this, you know
where to find me.

I just wish this wasn't
causing so much friction

between you and Amanda, Kyle.

This has got nothing to do with
my relationship with Amanda.

I'm gonna keep
the two of them separate.

I hope that's possible,
what with everyone

living so close
together, you know.

You want any support from me,

you want any support at all,

you'd better not try
to use this pregnancy.

My God, Kyle. How could
you think I would ever

do something like that?

Because I used to be
married to you.

Go away.

Craig, it's me. It's Sam.

You, especially, get out.

Didn't I make it clear
at the funeral?

I don't think you understand.

The last thing I ever wanted
to do was hurt Sydney.

I'm suffering, too, Craig,

just like you are.

I keep having these scary
dreams about what happened.

And I keep seeing it
over and over.

Maybe if we could
just talk about it or...

My dreams are not
about the accident.

They're about the honeymoon
we never had.

Craig...

Get away from me!

Go.

This was a mistake. I'm sorry.

Wait. What are you...
Where are you going?

You first.

Oh, no. After you. I insist.

Megan, what is this?
Where is everyone?

Are we in the wrong room?

No. Right room,
different agenda.

Have a seat, boys.

Sit.

Okay. First of all, I'm the one

who canceled the meeting.

On what authority?

Shut up, Michael. I canceled it.

Look, the board
still has no idea

about the feud that is going on

between the two of you,

and I've decided it's going
to stay that way

for your welfare and the welfare

of Burns-Mancini,
a Medical Corporation.

Well, the lengths some people
will go to to keep their job.

Megan: No, it's
your job I'm saving.

Let's review the facts.

Fact number one:
You both have acted

like insane, egocentric,

overly ambitious idiots.

And what if that's
what we are, huh?

You ever thought of that?

Fact two: Through
a nefarious plot

worthy of Satan,

Michael stole your job, Peter.

Fact three: Rather than go
through the proper authorities,

you, Peter, tossed Michael
through a window.

Now, the purpose of
my being here today

is to negotiate a peace treaty.

Forget it. I'm not
signing anything

until he gives me back
my chief of staff job.

Oh, leaving me with squat?
Just a pair of crippled mitts?

No way, Jose.
You're paying for this.

Stop it, both of you, okay?

The solution is right here
in front of you.

Michael, all you
have to do is agree

to give Peter his job back

once your hands are healed.

Peter, in exchange for this,

all you have to do
is keep Michael on

as partner, paying him equally

until he can operate again.

I am not giving up that job.

And why should I share my money?

Because the alternative
sucks, that's why.

Look, if either
one of you squeals,

the other one is
finished, kaput.

Look, I have thought and I
have thought about this, okay?

And this is your only chance.

Now, if you were real men,

you would stand up,
you would shake on it,

and that would be the end of it,

your word being your bond.

And if we aren't real men?

Well, then I might have
to turn you both in.

And to hell with it.

We'll all go up in flames.

Well, what do you know?

Peace at last.

Craig is totally out
of control, right?

The clients are mad.
The employees...

I am not in the ad
business anymore, Billy.

It's a difficult transition,
but I'm making it.

But you can see what kind of mess this is.
But didn't I predict it?

When you and everybody else
walked out, what did I tell you?

When you're through with
the "I told you sos,"

can I tell you exactly
why I'm here?

If it's to ask for forgiveness,

you're too late.

It's more than that.

I'm here on behalf of
your ex-employees

to ask you to launch
an unfriendly takeover

of Sky High Advertising.

It's gonna be
a bloodbath, right?

But with what's left over
you could start your own agency.

And we all know that we were...

wrong to have left, all right?

Yeah. Sure, you're tough.

Obviously that's what it takes
to run an agency.

Just think about it.
That's all we're asking.

No, you're asking me
to go back to a world...

Which you love...

whether you want to
admit it or not.

Even to just think about it,

I'll need access

to Sky High's current
financial data.

It'll be on your doorstep
first thing in the morning.

Thank you, Amanda.

And just so we're clear,

I haven't said yes to anything.

"Maybe" is just as good.

So, what did Billy want?

He's trying to get me
to start my own ad agency,

raid Craig and then
set up my own shop.

To tell you the truth,
it sounds tempting.

And for years, that's
all I dreamed of,

having my own company.

But there's a lot of
risk involved.

Well, if there's even a chance,
you got to roll the dice.

Oh, easy for you to say.
I mean, you have this club.

Your dream came true.

HNo. This is only one
of my dreams.

I still have a much more
important...

and a far riskier one. Yeah?

Yeah. That you will be
with me forever

and that you will trust
me when I say

I'll be there for you forever.

I got to tell you,
I've never been so in love

with anybody in my whole life.

That's the first time you've
said those words to me.

I guess I was afraid you
wouldn't feel them back.

I didn't want to risk it.

Hmm.

Well, go ahead. I dare you.

Risk it now.

I love you, Amanda.

I love you, too.

Dance with me, okay?

Before I start to cry.

Boy, I got to tell you,
you got a great place here.

I'm loving it right
by the ocean.

Oh, so go for it.

You're doing all right,
aren't you?

You're an established
doctor, good hospital.

Well, it's the financial part.

Listen, I've been hiding
my assets for months.

Yeah, Ohio is not
quite as fair-minded

as California when it
comes to divorce.

And my ex-wife has launched
a one-woman campaign

to, uh, well, bleed my dry.

Oh, yeah? What did
she get you on?

Infidelity.
Been there, done that.

And where's
this other woman now?

It didn't work out.

Oh. Well, look,
if you are shopping

for a practice where
you can hide your money,

I've got one with Peter Burns.

Of course, we're having
some difficulties right now.

But I got to say,
a mediator's not a bad idea.

Hey, listen, I'd love
the opportunity.

Well, let me think about it.
I'll get back to you.

Hey, let me get that. Thanks.

Hi. Hey, Michael.
Uh, Coop, right?

Right. Just finishing
a house call.

Thanks, Michael.
See you around, Taylor.

Bye.

Taylor. Hi.

You know, it's not very
bright, you coming here.

The last fiasco almost
cost me my hands.

Quit your bitching, Doctor.

It nearly cost me my life.

Oh, yeah? So how come you come
out of this unscathed, huh?

There's not a mark on you.

He almost threw me off
of a lighthouse.

If I hadn't said I was pregnant,

I'd be fish food right now.

Well, are you?

Pregnant, I mean. Of course not.

It was just a ruse
to save my butt.

Peter figured it out, too,

but far enough down
the line that he'd

already come to his senses.

Great. All's well
that ends well.

You know, for a second there,

I thought you had come here

to involve me in
another crazy scheme.

Well, actually, I have.

Well, with all this
faking pregnancy stuff,

Kyle somehow got wind of it.

So now I've told him
I'm pregnant with his child.

That's why I need you to
find me a sperm bank

with the right model sperm
so I can impregnate myself.

Secretly, of course.

And I need your help with
the withdrawal and deposit.

And I figure if you can
give Peter a disease,

then you can just as easily
make me pregnant, right?

And now you're going to
blackmail me, aren't you?

Well, Michael, I am the only one
who knows what you did to Peter.

Uh-huh, but Peter and I
have resolved our issue.

I was kind of thinking about the
hospital board of directors.

In spite of, you know, any deal
you've worked out with Peter,

I bet they'd be
pretty darn shocked

to know how you became
chief of staff.

All right. All right.

I'll find you your sperm.

Oh, Michael! You are the best.

Mwah. I'll wait for your call.

Remember, time is of
the essence.

Okay.

Oh, I see Kyle's got
you doing the books now.

That's a very good idea.

You've always had a very good
head for business, Amanda.

Well, actually, I was thinking
of starting my own ad agency.

The problem is, the only way I
can swing it is if I go small.

Oh. That is a problem.

Well, you know what
I mean, then.

Oh, sure. I mean,
what is the point

if you're not gonna be
the biggest and the best, right?

Right.

I mean, that is one thing that
I've always loved about you,

is that take
no prisoners philosophy.

You know, win at all costs.

I mean, unless, of course,
you've recently developed a...

a fear of failure.

You know, for a second,

I thought you'd
developed a personality,

but I guess it just must
be the booze talking.

No, no, no. Mineral water.

Well, think about it.
I mean, what's the point?

Why piddle around
with some little ad agency

when you're destined
to build an empire?

Good night, Peter.

Good night.

Now you're gonna die
the same way Sydney did.

I-I'm sorry.

I'm so sorry.

No. No, I deserve it
for what I did.

I k*lled her.

You didn't do anything.

It was my fault.
I couldn't save her.

But it happened so quickly.

All I had to do was go up to her

and push her out of the way.

No, no. It wasn't possible.

I should have just yelled.

She would have looked over.

Oh, please, Craig.

You can't blame yourself or her.

We have to stop this.

Both of us.

I'm sorry.

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