07x13 - The Night the Lights Went Out at Melrose

[bunniefuu]

You're not my liquor
delivery. Go away.

You know, you missed
the : a.m. staff meeting.

No. Didn't I tell you I'm never
leaving this condo again?

Oh, come on, be serious.

Seriously, I'm going to spend

the rest of my
miserable life right here,

thanks to you, Brutus.

I, uh, I can explain.

Mm, it's not necessary.

Somewhere between the
scotch and vodka, I figured it out.

You ratted me to the blonde.

Not directly.

Honey...

your fingerprints are
all over my misery.

Look, I didn't mean
to hurt you, okay,

but what you did to
Amanda was really low.

Well, thank you for
your moral analysis.

Now get out.

By the way, you're fired.

Oh, fine.

And by the way,

I'm the only friend you've got.

You really don't understand
why I did it, do you?

I did it because I
hate Amanda, okay?

It's right here in
this living room

that Peter tells me
that he still loves her.

And nothing, not
even my love for him,

can fill the hole in his heart.

I'm sorry.

You know, Peter's
everything I ever wanted.

I gave my body and soul to him.

I never thought I could
love anyone like I love him,

and then I lose him to Amanda,

who doesn't even want him.

Lexi, I've been there.

I know nothing I'm going to say
is going to take your pain away.

If you need anything, you know,

just a shoulder to cry on or...

a ride to AA...

um...

you have my number.

Damn you.

You're too good
a friend to fire,

even if you are a traitor.

(exhales)

(Kyle sighs)

You know, once we get upstairs,

tonight is officially
going to be over.

Oh, then let's not.

Let's pretend the
pool is the ocean,

- the courtyard is
the beach, - Yeah.

And you can make
love to me all over again.

Mm. That sounds good,

but I hear that the
landlady has a rule

against public
displays of affection.

Oh, she sounds
like a real bitch.

Mmm... hmm.

Are you two just getting in?

Yeah, we are.

We had a lot to celebrate.

- Oh, you won the award!
- Yes.

That's great! Congratulations.

Thank you. How was your night?

Did you get together with Peter?

But don't you gotta
shower and get to work?

You go ahead. By the time

the water heats up,
I will be right there.

All right.

See you.

Bye.

Tell me everything.

Okay, that's not
much to tell except

I'm absolutely
crazy about this guy.

I've never felt this way, but...

But what?

It's been like forever
since I made out with a guy,

not to mention had sex.

Oh, Peter seemed so experienced.

When the time is
right, it'll happen.

I don't know why I'm
obsessing about this

like some kind of teenager.

Because you don't want to
be the aggressor with Peter,

especially when it
comes to having sex.

Yes, that's right.

Let him think he's
setting the pace.

- Yes.
- I can do that.

Good morning, ladies.

I was just calling you.

Oh, you were?

PETER: Yeah.

I made a little extra coffee,

and I wondered if you
wanted to... join me for coffee.

Go ahead. I'll catch
up with you later.

Coffee would be nice.

Your place is nice.

Oh, it's... Thank you.

How do you take your coffee?

Oh, black.

Perfect.

(pager beeping)

Oh, your pager's going off.

Oh.

I'll get that. Thanks.

Oh, damn, it's the hospital.

Oh, does that mean
you have to go?

Yeah. You know, I was going
to try to seduce you over coffee.

You were gonna
seduce me, really?

Yeah, I was
gonna give it a sh*t.

How about my place?

Tonight, : ?

I will make all of your
fantasies come true.

If that's okay?

Yeah. Yeah, that's okay.

♪♪

♪♪

♪♪

(upbeat pop intro playing)

(female vocalist singing scat)

♪ Stumbling away ♪

♪ Got a look that'll
knock 'em dead ♪

♪ That's right ♪

♪ But I got nothing to wear ♪

♪ My favorite jeans
are starting to tear ♪

♪ 'Cause it'd be
like a perfect day ♪

♪ For us to get together ♪

♪ We'll travel in my car ♪

♪ We know what we are ♪

♪ Hustle and bustle away ♪

♪ Shop, shop, shop ♪

♪ Shop till we drop ♪

♪ Yeah, we know what we want ♪

♪ Give us everything you got ♪

♪ Dance, dance, dance ♪

♪ Dance till we drop ♪

♪ Going downtown ♪

♪ Where the guys are
and the party never stops ♪

♪ Never stops ♪

♪ Yeah, yeah... ♪

(knock at door)

- Hi, hon.
- Hi.

Hey, what's going on
at the beach house?

There was an engineer
there, banging on the walls.

Yeah, yeah, I hired him to
check out the load bearing beams.

What's a load bearing beam?

Well, I don't know,

but I've been hearing

these loud creaking
noises at night.

With all the rain
we had last year,

well, the bottom
line is that, uh,

the foundation
needs reinforcement,

and I gotta move out.

What were you doing
at the beach house?

Picking up the rest of my stuff.

Um, for how long?

Oh, couple of months at least.

I thought maybe you'd change
your mind about moving back in,

but... no. Too bad.

Uh, have you thought
about me moving in with you?

No, Michael, we're not gonna
do that until after the wedding.

Remember?

Yeah, yeah. How could I forget?

- Guess I'm looking for an apartment.
- Guess so.

Well, good luck with your
beams, and let me know

- when you find a place. Mwa!
- Mwa!

- I love you.
- Yeah, me, too.

(door closes)

- (phone ringing)
- Okay?

- All right.
- Hold on one second.

Malibu Engineers. Chris here.

Yeah, Chris, hey.

Thanks for your
cooperation, buddy.

She bought the story.

MICHAEL: The check
will be in there now.

You know, funny thing is, Doc,

I, uh, I took a look at the
beams just for the heck of it,

and, uh, you do have
structural damage.

We're talking in the
neighborhood of, like, grand.

Uh, buddy, listen,
um, Jane's not here.

You don't have to, uh,
play our little game anymore.

CHRIS: I'm not playing.

And, uh, you know,

I'd try for at least a two-month
lease on an apartment.

(phone clicks,
dial tone humming)

(knocking)

Hi. Um, you left this
on Lexi's table last night.

I'm just returning it.

I don't want it.

Uh, neither does Lexi.

Is there anything else?

Guess not.

(footsteps receding)

You know, for
what it's worth, um...

what you did last
night took a lot of guts.

It's worth more than you think.

By the way, Jane told me what
happened in the ladies' room.

Thank you.

Don't mention it.

Especially to Lexi.

(door closes)

Ryan!

Oh, hi.

Hi. It's, uh, nice to see you.

It is. Yeah, good.

You, uh, haven't
asked me out in a while.

Well, I kind of figured
if I didn't ask you out

for a while, maybe
my luck might change.

Yeah, well, I guess
we won't know

until next time you ask, huh?

(footsteps approaching)

Hi, Jane.

(Jane sighs)

Thought I saw this coming.

Oh, come on. It was
purely a financial decision.

Amanda offered me a discount.

No, you pushed your
way into this building

so you could spy on me.

Michael, when are you
going to get off this kick

about me and Alex?

It's not about you
or me or bozo.

This was the only available
apartment in the city.

Oh, right, I can hardly
believe that, Michael.

Hey, what's up? I've been
trying to reach you all day.

You didn't return my calls.

It's my day off; I haven't
checked my machine.

Oh. Well, this can't wait.

Can we talk in your apartment?

Sure.

MICHAEL: What's the
matter with the courtyard?

It's a beautiful night.

Michael.

I've never known a doctor
with so much free time.

You use me as your model?

Well, you're the woman
I've been designing for

since the day we first met.

Yeah, but I didn't realize

you were actually
using my face and body.

It's, uh, kind of creepy.

- (both laugh)
- (knock at door)

You should be flattered.

I don't know what, I am.

(clears throat)

Hey, Jane.

Sorry to break up the party,

but I need to, uh,
borrow some sugar.

Michael, this is pathetic.

No, it's not. I just
made a pot of coffee.

Remembered I have
no sugar and cream.

Come on, help out
your fiancé here.

JANE: Kitchen.

Thanks.

Alex.

I've never met a designer
with so much free time.

(forced chuckle)

Jane, uh, I have something
important to ask you.

Would you consider
becoming my model?

I mean, the Alex Bastian model.

I'm talking print ads,
videos, the works.

- Alex, no, I...
- You'd be perfect.

And it'd be just like old times,

working side by side,
inspiring each other...

Ah, boy, are you
in for the brush-off.

Butt out, Michael!

Oh, come on, Jane!

For years, you've been
approached to model.

You never say yes.

You know, you
hate the whole idea...

The iconization
of the female form.

Mm! Doesn't sound
like the Jane I know.

Oh, yeah?

Well, I think I know her
a little better than you.

Besides, no wife of mine

is gonna parade her
wares on newsstands.

Is that an ultimatum?

Yes, now that you mention it.

Where do I sign?

Uh, when do I start?

Oh, what...? That
should've been a flag.

Flag?! You always
were a sore loser.

Hey, I have a pillow
to hit you in the head...

Aw, shut up.

(sport broadcast
continues, crowd cheering)

(phone rings)

I will get it while
you two duke it out.

KYLE: All right.

Hello.

EVE: Peter's a half an
hour late for our date.

Well, he probably got
held up at the hospital.

No, he's not coming.

This is L.A. No
one's ever on time.

No, I blew it.

I-I told him that I'd make
all of his fantasies come true.

It was a stupid
thing to say, right?

No offense, but yeah.

Hey, babe, why don't
you call 'em back?

It's a friend in need.

Ah. Sorry.

I'll go outside.

Look, Eve, Peter
is very complex.

He doesn't always do
what you expect him to do,

which has nothing to do
with the way he's feeling.

It's just the way he is.

I know it's irritating, but...

Eve, don't get upset,
but Peter's home.

(door slams)

(quietly): Eve, no...!

We've already
been over this... Hi!

Hang on. Come in.

Listen, we're gonna have
to iron all these details out

in the morning... my office.

I-I, I don't have
time right now.

My office in the morning. Bye.

Hi. I'm sorry I'm late.

I'm sorry. I got tied up with
hospital stuff and... Sorry.

I was, uh... I was just afraid.

What?

- Forget it.
- No, no, no... what? What?

I was, uh, just afraid that
you were standing me up.

Oh, no.

Oh, you kidding?

I been looking forward
to seeing you all day.

No.

Why don't I, uh, you
know, change and...

clean up and I'll...

I'll come over to your place.

Okay.

♪♪

So... this is basketball.

Yeah.

Take it back.

- Huh? Take it where?
- Take it out.

What am I supposed to tell Lexi

when I'm late for work, huh?

Tell her you're out
stealing accounts.

I think she'll like that.

Oh.

(laughing): Whoa! Whoa!

That's a foul, mister.

What? What'd I do?

It's what your hands were doing.

How come you know
the rules, all of a sudden?

Oh, I know more about the
game you're playing than anyone.

I think you owe me a free-throw.

All right.

(horn blaring, tires screeching)

RYAN: Whoa.

Hey, hold up.

Hey, you okay?

Oh, my God, it's so cute!

(sighs)

One lucky fella.

- Oh, you are cute.
- Thanks, man.

There's no identification.

Obviously an
irresponsible owner.

Oh, he's so cute.

We can't just leave him here
alone, without food and water.

We'll take him home,
put up some flyers,

find his irresponsible owner.

Amanda has a no-dog policy.

You're gonna tell her?

No.

(kissing) No.

RYAN: Come on.

I just am not feeling
all that comfortable.

Ow! God!

Thanks.

This is the dress they
want for the cover, so try.

We have to sh**t this.

What's wrong now, Jane?

I think maybe somebody else
will look better in this dress.

ALEX: You look beautiful!

I don't feel beautiful.

Oh, how many times
have a heard that?

Look, Jane, you're
in a $ , dress.

Well, maybe there's
something wrong with me.

There's nothing wrong with you.

You're perfect, just...
stop fidgeting, that's all.

Jane, can I talk
to you in private?

I hate this, all right?

Being told how to smile and
where to look and how to stand...

This is not what I
want to hear, okay?

Jane, Jane... can we
just get this one sh*t?

Just the one.

Sure, but with another model.

I quit.

She doesn't mean it.

(weak chuckle)

Is that your executive
spin on the situation?

Well, I just hope this doesn't
affect our working relationship.

Well, that's up to you.

You want my
account, I want Jane.

She wants Michael.

So change her mind.

Jane, how hard is it to put
on a dress and flash a smile?

I thought maybe
you'd understand.

Well, I'm trying; that's
why I'm giving you

the opportunity to tell
me what's going on.

I just can't handle the
way he looks at me, okay?

All the compliments.

My God, Amanda, I'm engaged.

So what?

Do you know how many women
would line up around the block

to be worshipped
by Alex Bastian?

That's just it... I don't
want to be worshipped.

It's messing with my head.

Why, because you're
still attracted to the guy?

Wouldn't you be?

I haven't been able
to say no to Alex yet.

What if I never can?

Dump Michael and marry Alex.

Jane, wait...

(puppy yips)

Do you think she's
not home, or in bed?

Hmm... I'm not sure.

We had to take the
puppy for a walk after work.

All right, let's just go
for it on three... ready?

One... two, three, go.

Here you go. Take him.

Come on in, have a beer.

No, no, no, you guys could
probably use this time to bond.

Well, the three of us
could do some bonding.

No, no, that could
only get us in trouble.

With Amanda, that is.

Good night, cutie. Oh...!

Yeah. Night.

(puppy whimpers)

Hey, don't you think about it.

She's mine.

Oh, well, if it isn't Alex
Bastian's new mo...

Mm! I thought you
were mad at me.

At the moment, I just
need to feel close to you.

Your place or mine?

Well, since we're already here.

Mm!

(shower running, phone rings)

PETER (recorded): How you doing?

No one's in right now, so
leave a message after the beep.

(answering machine
beeps, shower stops)

EVE: Uh, you're
probably at the hospital,

that's why you
haven't called me back.

I have been thinking
about you all day.

It's odd, because I wasn't
looking for a relationship,

but now that we're together,

I have never been so happy.

(breathy chuckle)

Uh, maybe I'll stop by
your place on the way home.

Uh... and Peter...

thanks again for last night.

And for this morning.

(click, three beeps)

(lively chatter, slow,
jazzy intro playing)

♪ Lay down with me ♪

♪ Tell me no lies ♪

♪ Just hold me close ♪

♪ Don't patronize ♪

♪ Don't patronize ♪

♪ Me ♪

♪ 'Cause I can't
make you love me ♪

♪ If you don't ♪

♪ You can't make
your heart feel ♪

♪ Something it won't ♪

♪ Here in the dark ♪

♪ In these final hours ♪

♪ I will lay down my heart ♪

♪ And I'll feel the power ♪

♪ But you won't ♪

♪ No, you won't ♪

♪ 'Cause I can't
make you love me... ♪

(door opens, shuts)

(approaching footsteps)

What was that?

I don't know.

Okay, I've finally had it.

MICHAEL: Hey, this
is private property!

AMANDA: I don't give a damn.

I have been a loyal employer.

A respectful employer.

But that doesn't change the fact

that all my employees are
running around having romances

while I'm stuck
cleaning up their messes.

Amanda, if this has something
to do with the photo sh**t...

You lose one hot client
and all the others follow.

I will not have you lose

- the Alex Bastian account.
- Excuse me, you can't

just walk in here and start

- ordering us around.
- You will go

to him, and you'll apologize.

No, no, you won't.

- And say what?
- You'll say, "I'm sorry, Alex.

"I'm sorry I was so difficult,

- so ungrateful, so..."
- MICHAEL: So get out of here

before I call the
landlord commission.

I'm leaving. But you'll return

your full modeling fee,

and reimburse Alex
for all his expenses,

after you apologize.

(Jane groans)

Now I remember
why I couldn't wait

to move out of this building.

(Michael groans)

- (sighs): Oh, Michael.
- (loud groan)

(Amanda sighs)

What are you doing?

Trying to decide
whether or not to knock.

Forget it.

I know he's not home.

(laughs) And you know that how?

Because he's avoiding me.

You were right,
I moved too fast.

Hell, you give a
guy sex and he runs.

Peter is not like that.

I've been down this road before.

- You know where it ended.
- Eve, men are not the enemy.

- You can't compare Peter...
- I was such a fool

to think he could fix my life.

(sighs)

- Maybe he can.
- No.

Nobody can.

Not even you.

(birds chirping)

(elevator bell dings)

- Peter.
- Hey, what are you doing here?

I want to talk to you about Eve.

Oh.

I know the two of you
spent the night together.

What, did you read it in
the building newsletter?

Don't hurt her.

Well, thanks for the
vote of confidence.

Wait a minute, you are using Eve

to try to make me
jealous, aren't you?

Ha! And people call me arrogant?

(scoffs) Unbelievable!

(sighs): Oh.

(Peter sighs)

(mechanical groan)

(loud bang, power whirring down)

AMANDA: Oh, no.

Wait, what's happening?

PETER: Must be the power.

Peter, do something.

What would you suggest I do?

I don't know. Something.

(Amanda groans)

Oh...

(insects chirping)

(door opens)

- Hey, what's up with the lights?
- Um, I heard

on the car radio there's
some sort of power outage.

The whole city.

Damn. I had a hot date tonight.

Oh, yeah? Lucky you.
You know what happened

during the New York
blackout? (laughs)

Everybody got preg...

Watch...

Watch out for the pool, man.

Oh, man!

♪♪

What's going on with Eve

has nothing to do with you.

I had no right to suggest that.

No, it's...

it's okay.

I like her.

Define "like."

I'm attracted to her.

And don't ask for a definition.

Okay. How about a question?

Why haven't you
returned any of her calls?

I don't feel comfortable
talking about this.

Well, if we're in
here long enough,

you know I'll get it out of you.

Our marriage.

- I thought this wasn't about me.
- It's not about you.

It hasn't been about
you since I met Eve.

It's about me. (sighs)

You know how I always seem
to screw things up in my life,

especially when
they're going well.

Well, I think our marriage
is a perfect example of that,

wouldn't you say?

I think that's just
one of several things

that got in the way.

I never meant to hurt you.

I don't want to hurt Eve.

Then stop running.

Stop sabotaging
the relationship.

Open yourself up.

(quietly): Man!

(groans)

I know you think that you're
always hurting other people,

But maybe that's how
you protect yourself.

I'm not fooled.

(playing jazzy rendition of
"Come Rain or Come Shine")

(door opens)

(door closes)

I didn't know you played.

Yeah. Uh, I'm waiting for
Amanda... what's your excuse?

Don't let me stop you.

I just... you know, I never
play in front of anybody, so...

Except Amanda.

No. Actually, including Amanda.

We all have our secrets, right?

Yeah. And yours is safe with me.

I kind of like the song
you were playing, though.

It's... kind of a favorite.

At least it used to be.

Thanks.

You seem kind of down.

What's going on?

Oh. The usual.

Got carried away by my feelings

for Peter... Now
reality is sinking in.

Yeah, I can relate to that.

I always get carried away
with my feelings for the guy, too.

I always feel like b*ating
the crap out of him.

But, hey, that's just me.

(laughs)

(resumes playing "Come
Rain or Come Shine")

Oh, I can't believe
you fell in the pool.

Yeah, I know... I should
sue this city or Amanda.

Relax.

You know, there should
be emergency lights

- around the pool.
- Yeah, yeah.

You know, I called you at the
office and you weren't there.

Did, uh... you
apologize to Alex?

You know, do you
really want to talk?

Because I don't.

You're kind of sexy all wet.

Mmm...

- Mmm.
- (Jane laughs)

Oh, Jane, damn.

I left my TV and the
clock radio in the car.

Oh, you better go get them... I
hear there's been some looting

- in the neighborhood.
- Really?

- Mm-hmm.
- Oh, I better rush.

Where's the keys? Keys. Got 'em.

Hey, hon, why don't you
put on some dry clothes?

That way I can,
uh, take them off.

Mmm. I'll be waiting
in my apartment

with candles and champagne.

Whoa.

(Michael clears throat)

You know, Jane,
on second thought,

I'm kind of glad
the lights went out.

(Jane laughs)

WOMAN (over radio): due
to the city-wide blackout.

Looting is reported in
the following precincts...

(siren blaring)

First put down the loot,

put your hands over your
head and step away from the car.

No, look, look, you
got this all wrong.

I'm moving into
this building... .

You got a receipt for the items?

No, sir, I've owned
this television

for six years. I mean,

- how could I...
- Sure you have.

Look, I'm a doctor,
for God's sakes.

You got a driver's
license, Doctor?

Or maybe a stethoscope?

Um... you know what,

you're gonna find
this hard to believe,

but I fell in the pool earlier,

and my wallet is lying
on my kitchen counter,

drying, in the apartment...
in the building, .

(nervous chuckling) Hey,

shouldn't you be out chasing
some coffee and donuts, huh?

Maybe, uh, maybe,
uh, hawking tickets

to the Policeman's
Ball or s... some...

You have the right
to remain silent.

You give up that
right, anything you say

can and will be used
against you in a court of law...

Doctor.

Hey.

Thanks.

(Megan sighs)

- Is the wine okay?
- Um...

yeah, it's okay, it's good.

If you'd rather have
warm beer, I could...

- No, no, the wine's fine.
- (puppy whining)

Oh...

Hmm. Normally, I'd
put on some music,

but since the power's out...

Hmm.

- Truth?
- Okay.

(sighs) I feel a little uptight.

I mean, I want to
impress you, and it's not...

Why? We're just friends.

I have an idea.

Come here, buddy.

MEGAN: Okay.

I'll be right back, buddy.

Come here.

MEGAN: Your bedroom?

I, uh, I agreed to dinner.

I know.

You coming?

(quietly): Oh, yeah.

Watch your step.

- (nervous laugh)
- It's okay.

Okay.

Where are we going?

You'll see.

(Megan groans)

Oh, my God, this is amazing.

I didn't even know
you could get up here.

Yeah. I'm pretty sure Amanda
doesn't even know about it.

Hey, come here.

I want to show you something.

Ever since we, uh... well,
our night in the desert,

I've been fascinated
by the evening sky.

I even went to the observatory.

See that star right
there, that bright one?

It's called Sirius...
It's actually

two stars right
next to each other.

Mm. I didn't know it made
such an impression on you.

It did.

So did you.

You know, I have
to tell you something.

(sighs) Not again.

(sighs) Just that
you have this... thing,

this "in it for the long
haul" written all over you,

and I'm not ready for that.

What's wrong with the long haul?

Nothing. Nothing. It's me.

I'm just not emotionally
healthy or ready.

You're the healthiest
person I know.

You're just saying that because
you want to sleep with me.

- Wha...?
- Look, thank you for everything.

I, uh... better go.

Just-just like that?

(liquid pouring)

(quietly humming a tune)

Mmm, what took you so long?

(gasps)

My God, I thought
you were Michael.

No, you didn't.

Alex, please...

Michael's gonna
be here any second.

I don't give a damn.

Alex, stop!

I'm sorry.

- Just go.
- Okay.

But you belong with me, Jane.

We both know it.

DISPATCHER: Frank .

You know, one of my patients
is a deputy district attorney.

I call him, he calls your boss.

Don't even start, pal.
Not on a night like this.

Hey, I am not your pal,
okay? I'm a taxpayer.

Which means I pay your salary.

How do you thank me?

By violating my
civil rights, huh?

Subjecting me
to, to false arrest.

I swear, if either of you
try to strip search me...

Hey, heads up!

(siren wails)

MAN: Get out of here!

Hey! Hey!

Freeze!

OFFICER: Go left!

(indistinct radio transmission)

Hey. Hey!

Hey, this is my squad car!

It's wheels, baby.

No one's gonna
touch me in this thing.

It's all good.

(tires squeal)

If Kyle were here, he
would know what to do.

Oh, Kyle, Kyle.

Yeah, such a handyman
to have around.

He can storm the beach
for you or knock out a Scud.

And when he's done, he can
whip up a Spanish omelet, huh?

You are really
getting on my nerves.

You need to learn to relax, too.

Why don't you take up yoga
or meditation or something?

This is relaxed... mixed
with a little claustrophobia.

Okay, you want to
get out of here? Fine.

You know, I might
not be a marine,

but I got a couple
inches on Kyle.

Put your foot in here, come on.

You've got to be kidding.

In this skirt?

The only way out is
up, baby. Come on.

Keep your eyes shut.

Please, I have seen it before.

(grunts)

Could you hurry up, huh?

Nice view.

You are so irritating.

Sorry. Okay?

There you go. That's
it, that's it. Good.

(Amanda grunts)

(sighs)

You all right up there?

I just may leave you in there.

- (phone rings)
- Oh!

Oh, it must be
mine, in my purse.

- Hello.
- Who is this?

Who is this?

- It's Kyle.
- Oh, hi.

It's Peter.

Isn't it always? Where's Amanda?

Uh, actually, I'm looking
up at her right now.

Hold on.

It's Carl.

- Kyle.
- Whatever.

Hi, Kyle. I was just
trying to call you,

but all the lines were busy.

How worried should I be?

Well, I was stuck
in an elevator.

And where are you now?

I'm on top of the
elevator. Where are you?

I'm at the club.

Well, you stay there,

and as soon as I'm out of here,

I will be right
over. I miss you.

You know, we really could
give him a reason to be jealous.

(chuckles)

Just kidding.

(sighs)

(grunts)

DISPATCHER: Attention
all units, attention all units.

Stolen police cruiser
in the Melrose district.

Suspect is a Caucasian
male, to ,

medium build, dark hair,
dark eyes, handcuffed.

Hey, they still got a couple
satellite dishes in there,

you want one?

Uh, no. No, thanks.

- I think I'll stick with cable.
- Big mistake.

Don't forget, if the
cops come around,

you're my hostage, all right?

Oh, yeah, you don't
have to tell me twice.

(clicks tongue)

(glass breaks)

Hey!

(knocking)

BOTH: Hi.

You know what? I
forgot my sweater.

Oh, cool.

I had a good time
tonight, you know?

I mean, you know, even if
things didn't turn out the way

I hoped they would.

You know what?

I'm, uh, I'm not
attracted to you, okay?

You're not even my
type. You don't turn me on.

You know, I don't
even like dogs.

You did yesterday.

Well, you know what?
That was your interpretation

because I don't need the
responsibility or the hassle.

You can just take
the dog to the pound

as far as I'm concerned, okay?

I don't care what
you do, all right?

Just stay out of my
life and out of my way.

Fine. Yeah, don't bother
thanking me for tonight, either.

(dog whimpering)

We don't need her.

Megan, Megan, have
you seen Michael?

Why, do you think
he's with me again?

No, no, he went
out to get something

out of his car and
he never came back.

His car's still there,

but I have this feeling
something terrible happened.

Are you okay?

Why is it that the right guy

always shows up
at the wrong time?

Oh... forget it.

(sighs)

(tires squeal, glass breaks)

(tires screech)

Boy, am I glad to see you
guys. You wouldn't believe

- the night I've had.
- Hold it right there!

Keep your hands
where I can see 'em!

- Up against the car.
- (gasps)

Oh! No, not again.

Hey.

You okay?

I guess... for a woman
who spent hours

stuck in an elevator.

With her ex.

Uh, I'll explain if you
promise not to get mad.

No promises.

Well, um, I was
worried about Eve.

Why? Eve's a grown woman.
She can take care of herself.

Well, she and
Peter slept together.

Ah, that would explain
why she's down on love.

She came by when
the lights were out.

We talked a little bit.

Should I be jealous?

That's my question to you.

I know what Peter and Eve
do is none of my business,

but I sort of pushed
them together.

Why?

Because Eve is crazy about
him and because it would be nice

to have Peter out of
our lives, wouldn't it?

No fair. That's a
trick question, right?

I suppose that's
not fair either.

Uh, no, that's, that's fair.

It's just hitting
below the belt.

- But I like it.
- Hmm.

Don't bother
knocking. I'm not home.

Hi. Listen, there's
something I want to explain.

A one-night stand
is self-explanatory

Good night, Peter.

Wait, hold on, please. Look,

I sabotage everything
good in my life,

and what we did...
what we shared was...

well, it definitely falls

in the category of...
something very good.

And I'd like to try it again.

You mean, like
a two-night stand.

No.

No, I'm thinking more
along the lines of a...

relationship.

I mean, like you said, we...

we are together.

Right?

(door creaks)

(footsteps approach)

Well, well, well, if it isn't
the doctor and the showgirl.

Do I know you?

I'm Lexi Sterling,
Peter's old flame.

Honey, take it from me.

The guy will use you, abuse
you and break your heart.

Lexi, just go home, please.

But it's so hot, and my
air conditioning's out,

and we don't have a pool.

Hey, Petey, you
want to go for a swim?

We can play Jaws.

I'll be a shark
and eat you all up.

You know what
happened to that shark.

Whoa, come on, come on, come on.

Yeah, go. Take the nights
while you can still get 'em.

Hey, Petey, you don't
mind if I use the pool, right?

I've been taking
swimming lessons,

and, well, I could
use the practice.

Knock yourself out.

You had a relationship
with that woman?

She used to be nicer. I
don't know. It's a big mistake.

And what am I?

You are... you're
just the best thing

that's ever happened to me.

Tell me something, Ryan.

Are you gonna
watch me all night,

or are you gonna come down
and do something about it?

And spoil your fun?

I wouldn't dream of it, Lexi.

Uh-huh.

Good night.