07x20 - The Kyle High Club

[bunniefuu]

JANE: No, we see
the judge tomorrow

to drop the lawsuits.

Things are finally falling
into place for me and Michael.

Oh, I wish I could say the
same about my marriage.

I thought you guys
were madly in love.

Oh, we were... I mean, we are.

It's just that Kyle's
been kind of tense lately.

You know, we're
trying to have a baby.

- Oh, Amanda, that is great.
- Yeah.

I just think he's frustrated
'cause I'm not pregnant yet.

Oh, you know, I know
a fertility specialist

at the Wilshire Memorial.

I saw him after I
had my miscarriage.

He gets really good results,
if you want to go that route.

Like pills and test tubes?

Just a thought.

Well, maybe you're right.

I mean, it wouldn't hurt for
me to make an appointment.

At least I'd feel like I
was doing something.

Besides having sex, I mean.

(laughs)

You know, your name
is mentioned nine times

in the article about
our foundation.

It's a really nice picture
of you and Eve, too.

You know how many
times my name shows up?

How nice of you to drop by.

Can I offer you anything?

Yeah, actually. How
about some respect.

You know, the fund was
my idea to begin with,

but I'm conspicuously
absent from this.

Lexi, I'm shocked.

I must have mentioned your
name a half a dozen times.

Besides, it isn't supposed
to be about ego; it's a charity.

Not mine, not anymore.

I'm taking my money and I'm
starting my own damn foundation.

Well, I guess you have to
do what you think is right.

If I did that, you'd be all
over the sidewalk, lady.

Actually, we do all the
advertising for this paper.

I told the reporter
not to mention her.

Amanda, that's
not very charitable.

Yeah, well, made me feel better.

♪ Baby, baby, how you move me ♪

♪ You give good loving ♪

♪ Give me some more ♪

Yeah, so what, profits are down.

It's like the stock market;
tomorrow they're back up.

All I'm saying is,
you're dropping

some serious green
on these name acts.

I mean, the clubs in New
York, the hottest clubs,

they use unknowns;
they work for peanuts.

What are you doing, hmm?

You telling me what kind
of music to bring in here?

Ryan, you telling me
how to run my club?

No, I'm doing your
books for free, Kyle.

Doesn't that entitle
me to an opinion?

It entitles you to pay for
your drink and hit the road.

♪ I'll be your woman ♪

♪ Come be my man ♪

Fine.

♪ Be my magic man. ♪

(song ends, crowd cheering)

Hey, mixing that with
those pills I gave you...

That's not a good idea.

Hi, guys.

How was it?

Great, as always.

It was okay for what it was.

I just wish you could
pull a bigger crowd.

What's that about?

What's going on with you two?

Like what, an affair?

I was thinking more
like a conspiracy.

Peter, I hate it when
you get sarcastic like that.

Just say what you mean.

I understand Kyle
b*at some guy up

and it had something
to do with you.

It's the guy at the
Christmas tree lot.

He sort of hit on me.

It was really gross, actually.

And Kyle happened to be there,

and... well, he kind of flipped
out and pounded the guy.

Well, Kyle may not be the
guy to go to with your problems.

He's not himself.

Why? What's going on?

Some people don't
handle the holidays well.

I'll see you at home.

Okay.

(door opens, knock)

Well, maybe I should
come back another time.

You're obviously pissed
off about something.

You got something
you want to say, say it.

Okay, I, uh, I told Peter
the story we agreed on,

about you b*ating up Travis.

You mean the lie
that we agreed on?

I am so sick of lies.

Kyle, I wish you
wouldn't drink so much.

It really scares me.

Yeah?

Last drunk scared you so badly,

you pushed him
off the bleachers.

- (phone ringing)
- Sorry.

(answering machine
clicks, beeps)

AMANDA: Kyle?

Pick up if you're there.

I got home late,
but I'll wait up...

Kyle, aren't you gonna
get it? It's Amanda.

AMANDA: Oh, and if I do
fall asleep before you get here,

- Kyle!
- I want you to wake me up.

Wake me that special
way you know that I love.

Get out.

What?

Get out. You don't want
to be around me right now.

Leave.

I'm ready to make
a baby tonight,

but I can't do it without you.

♪♪

♪♪

♪♪

♪ Fairy tales will tell a lie ♪

♪ In real life, the
good guys die ♪

♪ Let's go somewhere
safe, outer space ♪

♪ Let's climb to the moon ♪

♪ I have no desire for truth ♪

♪ No longer watch
the gloomy news ♪

♪ Feed me fantasy
so I'll believe ♪

♪ We're gonna fly to the moon ♪

♪ We'll build a ladder,
oh, we'll build a ladder ♪

♪ And we'll climb to the moon ♪

♪ We'll grow some wings,
yes, we'll grow some wings ♪

♪ And we'll fly to the moon. ♪

RYAN: Megan?

Megan, have you
seen my toothbrush?

Uh, this is my
apartment, if you recall.

Oh, right.

I forgot we weren't
living together.

(chuckles)

It must have been
all that sex last night.

- It must have gone to your head.
- Mm.

Either that or you drank too
much at your brother's club.

I'm not the McBride
with the drinking problem.

Meaning what?

I don't know, I'm just
worried about Kyle is all.

He's hitting the
scotch pretty hard,

he's pulling back, and
I've seen him do this before.

He gets ugly.

- Well, you gonna say anything to him?
- No.

Every time I try to help Kyle
fix his life, it just backfires.

Things get worse.

So do you want me
to say something?

No.

He'll either work
it out or he won't.

I just wish he'd learn to
admit when he needs help.

Yeah.

(sighs)

Thanks.

Oh, honey, I am so happy.

Oh, no divorce, no lawsuit,
no-no community service.

That's what I call
a smart judge.

I think that we should
start living together, too.

Absolutely. I'll move
my stuff into your place.

Be a little cramped, but
just until we buy something.

Oh, honey, it'll be so romantic.

It'll be like the old days.

- Yeah.
- You know?

Tiny apartments, but
we had each other.

(clears throat)

Hate to break this up, but
I need you two lovebirds

to sign these
forms for the court.

And I'll go ahead
and give you this.

- Okay.
- Thank you.

And Mort asked me to say,
since you were such a fun client,

he knows you'll be a good
sport when I give you the bill.

Hey, thanks.

- Thanks.
- Bye.

Oh, my God.

This is astronomical.

Oh, my God, so is this.

Wait, let me see that.

Jane, how many
people did you depose?

My receptionist, three
nurses and your parents?

Not to mention the plane tickets

for your lawyers
to fly to Chicago.

Well, yeah, but how about you?

I mean, you've got a bill for

having Alex's phone
calls recorded?

- That's not even legal.
- My lawyers thought

there were a little room for
interpretation on that one.

Kind of like the
Linda Tripp thing.

Interesting role model.

Well, the thing is, we
should've gotten divorced.

Then at least one of us
would've made out okay.

Oh, Michael, we made out okay.

Hey, at least our
relationship is working again.

Mm, that's true.

Let's not fight about money.

I know, but I
see a bill like this,

I got to fight about something.

Mm-hmm.

♪ Trying to stand tall ♪

♪ But I'm banished
to belting the blues ♪

♪ Perpetual light,
how long must it last? ♪

♪ Future looks bright ♪

♪ But I can't shake my past... ♪

(clapping)

(music stops)

What'd you come here
for, another b*ating?

No, honey.

You are the undisputed
street fighting champ.

No, I just came
here to give you this.

What is it?

That's the card of a
private investigator

I hired to look into your past.

Unless of course you
want to save me the trouble.

Go ahead, hire your snoop.

Do your worst.

Okay.

You know...

all he's gonna find out is that
I'm from the down side of town.

So what?

The sad thing for you is it's
not gonna get you Peter back.

Maybe not, but at least
he'll learn who you really are.

You know, I've known
girls like you all my life.

You think you
can buy everything.

Well, Peter's not for sale.

Honey, I don't want to buy him,

I just want him to
open up his eyes.

Everything all
right here, ladies?

Yeah, one more thing.

Before you go...

That's cute. You think
the more you kiss,

the less you have to tell?

Oh, for crying out loud, Lexi,
if you got some dirt on her,

then tell me; I'm all ears here.

Oh, Peter, when I find out,
you will be the first to know.

But it doesn't matter.

Don't you get it?

I love her.

I'll be back in a minute.

Yeah.

Lexi, wait.

No, just let me go.

- Wait one second.
- Okay, what?

Please, just one
second. Look here.

What I have with Eve, I wish
for you with somebody else.

You're a good person, and
we had some good times...

Great times.

Won't you let me
remember you that way?

Remember me?

What, are you practicing
a speech for my funeral?

You gonna thr*aten me?

No.

This is an apology.

I know that I hurt you.

I hurt you badly.

And with all our
fighting and lashing out,

I never had a chance
to say that I'm sorry.

Can I ask you something?

Okay.

Will you move on with your
life and leave us in peace?

I want you to prove
everybody wrong.

Show them you're the kind
of girl that we can all trust.

Now, I know that
you can do that.

That's what I fell in
love with a long time ago.

Okay.

MICHAEL: Madam,

- your chariot awaits you.
- Hey.

- Where are we gonna eat?
- Oh, actually,

this just got here
about ten minutes ago.

I thought that maybe we could...

Pizza?

Jane, come on, I was kind of

looking forward to
a nice, juicy steak.

- Maybe some wine.
- Michael, we're on a tight budget now.

Come on, life's too
short for budget foods.

- Let's go.
- Hey, Michael.

Thanks for showing
up so promptly.

- Promptly?
- Honey, I invited Ryan

to join us for dinner
so that he could help us

- with some money management.
- Advice?

Financial planning's
the key, Michael.

Saving and investing, of
course, but lifestyle limitations

are very important as well.

Common sense
things like eating simply,

- no impulse buying...
- Are you kidding me?

That's the only
kind of buying I...

do, Ryan.

These are my financial records.

How'd you get your
hands on these?

Jane asked Peter to get
the records from your office.

- That is an invasion of my privacy.
- Honey, I explained

to Peter it was for your own
good, and he totally agreed.

Oh, fine, well, let
me explain this, okay?

I don't do cheap.

I don't do "lifestyle
limitations." okay?

It would drive me nuts if
you even used coupons.

Michael, I'm just trying
to get us out of debt.

And me, too, okay.

I'll take extra E.R. shifts,
you can work overtime,

but we are not poor people,

and we will not act
like poor people.

- Michael, it's not a question...
- You put a sock in it.

And you, you and I
are going to the Palm.

- We're gonna order some
lobster and chardonnay, -Michael.

And if we don't like it,
we're gonna send it back,

order something
else and pay double.

- I'm sorry.
- Come on.

Yeah.

(rock music plays
loudly, banging)

You hear me in there?

I said turn it down.

I can hear it in the building
next door, for God's sake.

I am so sorry, he
must have stepped out.

I'll turn it off right now.

- (music stops)
- Oh.

Hey, what are you doing?

- (music resumes, stops)
- Hey, yourself.

What are you trying to
do, start a block party?

No, the music helps
me concentrate.

Well, concentrate

on this.

We have an appointment
tomorrow morning

with a fertility specialist.

There was a cancellation,
and I got lucky.

You think maybe I can get lucky?

I mean, maybe we should
give the old-fashioned approach

a sh*t first.

Oh, God.

Yeah, okay, um...

I just want to make sure
we do everything possible

to have this baby...

right away.

Right away it is, sir.

You're drunk.

And I want to be rested for
tomorrow, so I'm going to bed.

What are you doing, huh?

- You said you wanted to make a baby.
- (yelps)

- What are you doing?
- This is how it works.

This is ugly.

(door slams)

(knocking)

You rang?

Yes.

I want to share with you
my New Year's resolution.

I hereby swear

I will never spend
another holiday alone.

Oh, I told you you could have

had Christmas dinner with us.

Honey, I'm talking about a man.

And not Peter.

No, that ship sailed long ago.

You know, I didn't realize it

until the guy was
actually nice to me.

Anyway,

I'm ready for a
real relationship

with real respect
and genuine love.

The kind that no matter
what happened in my past,

it won't shake him.

Well, good hunting.

I hope you get as
lucky as I did with Ryan.

Luck has nothing to do with it.

No, I'm gonna pursue this goal

like any other
business decision.

I made a few notes.

Good for you.

He's got to be handsome.

He's got to be smart.

He's got to be good in bed.

Now, wait.

He's got be good at sex,

not in bed is better.

He's got to have a big income,
and no doctors need apply.

So, um, how do you plan

on finding this guy?

I'm not, you are.

What do you mean?

Well, you've been such

a great headhunter for the firm,

and you have had
tons of experience

evaluating men romantically.

No offense.

So, I want you to take my list,

and I want you to
conduct a search.

This is absolutely ridiculous.

You want me to fill the position

of mate for you?

Consider it a challenge.

And you have to be
extremely discreet.

I-I wouldn't even know where
to start with something like this.

Well, I suggest you start
with a financial screening,

and then you should create

a questionnaire to
rule out all the losers.

And then bring me a short list.

And what, I'm just supposed
to do this in my spare time?

Oh, no, I'm giving your
clients to somebody else.

So, what do I get out of this?

How about your
name over the door?

Sterling, Conway, Lewis?

Megan, if you find me a partner,

I'll make you one.

Hmm.

You got a deal.

AMANDA: Ryan,

have you heard from Kyle?

Uh, no, why?

Well, he was gone before
I woke up this morning,

and he never showed up
to our medical appointment.

Maybe he got stuck in traffic.

Yeah, maybe.

Anyway, the doctor said he
might be able to reschedule

for Thursday, so you're gonna
have to do the New York trip

to Faceworks without me.

Yeah, that's not a problem.

Hey, has Kyle been
acting kind of weird lately?

There's been a little tension.

I just haven't
seen Kyle this dark

since he ran off and
joined the marines.

Is there anything you
can do when he's like this?

Yeah, duck and cover.

(sighs)

I just wish I knew
where the hell he was.

(indistinct radio broadcast)

We open at : .

Yeah, right, um,

I'm, um, here scouting
bands for my club.

I heard good things
about this place.

We still open at : .

Sharp Objects
don't play until : .

You want to talk to
their manager, Ricky G.

Thanks.

(beeps)

(dialing)

(phone rings)

Burns.

Hey, Pete, it's me.

Look, man, I'm in New
York scouting some bands,

and I ran out of those
pills that you gave me.

- Really?
- Yeah.

Dude, this city is stressed
out, you know what I mean?

So, I just... I was hoping
that you could, um,

phone in a
prescription to my hotel?

Well, maybe you
should come home.

I mean, if you're
so stressed out.

No, man, I didn't say
that I was stressed.

I said that this
city is stressed.

Kyle, I prescribed those

relaxants for
occasional use only,

and you're already out of them.

Now, that tells me that
you're abusing them.

You don't know what
you're talking about, okay?

I lost half those
pills down the sink.

Okay.

Listen, um,

why don't you just get back
home and-and drop by the office,

and we'll try

to slowly get you
off those things.

And then we'll deal with
the root of the problem.

You are the root of
the problem, Pete, you.

All right, you remind me to
switch doctors when I get home.

Michael.

Will you come in here?

What?

We got a bill for
$ from the Palm

- on our corporate charge account.
- Mm-hmm.

What about it?

Well, the credit card
company called this morning

and said it's such
an unusual bill,

they think somebody
stole the card.

No, it wasn't stolen.

I just took Jane out for a
nice dinner on the office tab.

Jane? The two of you?

You and Jane, bucks?

- What are you crazy?
- Well, we had some good wine.

I'm flat broke.

I needed a little pick me up.

That reminds me,

I could use a little loan.

You know, to help me
out with these legal bills

- I have.
- No.

No, no loan.

Not from me, not
from the practice.

- Absolutely not.
- Come on, what if I were sick,

Peter, huh? What if I
needed an operation?

Well, that's not
the case, Michael.

The case is that you're
acting like a spoiled child here.

You need to tighten

- your belt, downsize.
- Hey, hey.

Hey, I'm too big a
person to downsize.

It's the rest of the world
that needs to inflate.

- AMANDA: Eve?
- Hi.

Do you know where Kyle is?

I've been looking
for him everywhere.

Your place, Ryan's...

- Actually, I do know where he is.
- Oh, you do?

Yeah, he flew to New
York early this morning.

I assumed he told you.

New York? What's he doing there?

He's looking for rock
acts; he asked me to watch

the club for a couple of days.

He missed an important
appointment with me

so he could breeze across
the country and listen to music?

Well, he has been kind
of unpredictable lately.

No, he's been moody and
out of control is what he's been.

And after last night,

- I don't even...
- Whoa,

what happened last night?

Nothing.

Hey, look.

Maybe it's my fault.

What are you talking about?

Well, maybe asking Kyle to keep
my past a secret was a bad idea.

I mean, he's such a standup guy,

maybe it's too much
for him to deal with.

No, it is not that;
something else is going on,

and I'm gonna
find out what it is.

(heavy rock music plays)

Hey, yo, you Ricky G.?

I'm Ricky G.

Kyle McBride. I think
your band is awesome.

Awesome.

Hmm, awesome.

I own a club in LA;
we're looking to recharge.

I thought maybe I
can feature these guys.

I don't know about box-top
clubs anymore, man.

I mean, my boys are the dopest.

Gonna blow up any day now.

Cha-ching.

Maybe I could help
make that happen.

Okay.

Let's talk.

Step into my office.

Yeah, we've been
thinking about L.A.

But, uh, we got to hook up
with a new lead singer, you know,

since Al had that thing
where a bungee cord broke.

Yeah, I heard that.

- So, how long are you in town?
- Um, a couple days.

Yeah, where you staying?

St. George.

Oh, man, I love that place.

Hey, uh, you want some?

No, I don't need that stuff.

Yeah, me, neither.

I just love it. (laughs)

So, listen, man, how about

I bring the guys
back to your suite

and we'll talk rock
and roll business

the way it's meant
to be talked, huh?

Loud, high and all sexed up.

You sure you don't want one?

No, man.

Hey, room .

Be there around midnight.

Indeed.

NURSE AMY: Here I am
in front of the Eiffel Tower.

I don't know what that
big hoo-ha is about,

but there's a most
fabulous restaurant

- down the street...
- I don't get how you

can afford a fancy
French vacation.

Because, Michael,
I save my money.

Do you think doctors are
the only ones that are entitled

- to a little zest in life?
- Zest?

You call wiping runny
noses in this dump zesty?

MAN: I don't want an intern!

I want a real doctor! I'm dying,

- for God's sakes.
- Dr. Mancini.

- Yeah. Come on, Dina.
- MAN: Get away from me!

You don't know
what you're doing!

MAN: Oh, my chest.

All right, what's the problem?

I'm dying here.

Having a heart att*ck.

- Okay, take it easy.
- Michael.

Pulse rate is , BP is / .

Okay, it looks like SVT.

Did you try carotid
sinus massage?

- Yes, Doctor.
- BP's bottoming out.

All right, he's crashing.
Set the panels at , okay?

- You bag him. Let's go.
- Yes, Doctor. -You got it.

(high-pitched whirring)

Clear!

- Good.
- Make sure we got that.

Looks like normal sinus rhythm.

Pressure's coming up.

- What happened?
- Stethoscope.

Well, your heart was
b*ating a little fast.

That's all.

But we got it under control now.

You... you saved my life.

I do it two, three times a day.

It's good for my Karma.

You can joke it
off, but... thank you.

That's a nice watch.

Always wanted one like that.

Why don't you buy one?

Fancy Beverly Hills
doctor like yourself,

you ought to be
rolling in dough.

Oh, yeah, I'm rolling.

But you could always
use more, huh?

Yeah.

I'd trade my whole
fortune for good health.

Yeah, well, if I could
make that trade,

you'd have a deal.

(hard rock music playing)

♪ I see the light ♪

♪ Shining in your eyes ♪

♪ And you know I feel the same ♪

♪ You know I want you ♪

♪ Oh so bad ♪

♪ And I don't even
know your name ♪

♪ Don't try to fight it ♪

♪ You're a miracle ♪

♪ A natural wonder
of the world... ♪

Get out, man.

Hey, get up.

Hey!

Come on, let's go.

- All right, I'm going.
- What's your problem?

♪ Ooh, you know I want to do ♪

♪ What comes natural, ooh... ♪

(phone ringing)

Hello.

Amanda?

Well, well, look who's calling.

Still in New York, are we?

Would you like to
explain any of this?

I got this tip on a hot band,

and I had to come right away

'cause tonight
was their last night.

And you couldn't
let me know about it?

Know what?

No, I... I tried, but you
were between places,

and then my cell
phone went dead,

and, you know, this
is the first chance

I had to call, so I'm calling.

When are you coming back?

I'm not sure.

What does that mean?

It means I don't like
being kept on a leash.

Really?

Well, I thought it was
called a relationship.

Yeah, whatever.

(woman laughing over phone)

Kyle, who's that?

Nobody.

I'm going to bed.

(dial tone droning)

Oh, look at you.

Baby, me first.

No, me first.

Oh.

Oh, why the long face, man?

Look, forget about it, man.

I'm just thinking.

Thinking?

Oh, that's just another
way to avoid a...

feeling.

Why don't you tell Uncle
Rikki what the problem is?

I said forget about it.

Well, I can't.

You know, it's just
in my nature to help.

That's the way my
mama raised me.

You know,

I think I was a great
healer in my past lifetime.

Here, man.

No, forget about it.

I don't do that stuff.

Come on, man.

You... you want
to feel good, right?

You don't like feeling bad.

I know you ain't one of
those boys. (chuckles)

Come on, man.

♪♪

MEGAN: Tell me,
where would a woman

find a rich,
good-looking, single guy?

RYAN: In my shower.

MEGAN (chuckles):
Hypothetically speaking.

It's for, um, a
campaign at work.

A market research study.

Hmm, I don't know.

Um, maybe at the, uh,

workout facility in
my office building.

Um, a lot of executives
work out there.

You know, stockbrokers, doctors.

No, no doctors.

Um, well, are-are you
sure about this place?

- I mean, have you been there?
- Yeah. Oh, yeah.

I work out there,
um, every Thursday.

We do a pickup
game of basketball.

Really?

- Mm-hmm.
- Oh.

Wait a minute.
Today is Thursday.

Right.

Can I come?

What, you want to play?

No, no, no, no, I
just want to watch.

Oh, you like to watch.

Oh, I like to watch you sweat.

So, Mr. Hutchins, we
got your blood work back,

and there was no heart att*ck,

so I think we can get
you home this morning.

Oh, that's great.

- Hey, thanks, Doc.
- Mm-hmm.

And you please
call me Perry, huh?

Let me show you my gratitude.

What can I do for you?

Uh, you could pay
your bill on time.

(laughs)

I hear you. I
understand completely.

My doctor friends
at the club tell me,

between managed care
and malpractice suits, it's...

I mean, it's hard to make
a buck anymore, huh?

Yeah, well, they got that right.

I tell you, it's shame when a
dunce like me can make millions

and guys like you, who
know how to save a life,

have to struggle
to make ends meet.

(sighs) Yeah, I
couldn't agree more.

No, not that you're
a dunce, of course.

Not a total dunce.

I mean, I'm smart enough
to know who my friends are.

(indistinct chatter,
phone ringing)

(sighs)

Eve, come on in.

I apologize for running so late.

We just had a few problems...

I don't really care
about your problems.

I had to cancel a lunch
date with my husband.

Have you told him
about your past yet?

No.

And I appreciate that
you didn't tell him, either.

It's not my place to tell him.

I just don't think it would
help Peter's position

as chief of staff

if people knew his
wife was a parolee.

So, how's the
singing career going?

Fine.

I mean...

- pretty good.
- Good.

And, uh, what's this club like?

What do you mean?

Does a bad element
hang out there?

Drug dealers?

- Known felons?
- Does anything worry you about the place?

Just that somebody's gonna
discover who I really am.

You mean who you were.

Thanks.

You know, I hate to
keep coming back to this,

but the only way for
you to solve your problem

is to come clean

- with your husband.
- You know what?

I'm not in prison anymore.

You can tell me when to
show up, and you can take

your own damn sweet
time making me wait,

but you will not tell
me what to do in my life.

Sure, Eve.

Just trying to help.

Yeah?

- Dr. Mancini?
- That's right.

I have a gift from a...

"Heartfelt Friend," and
it's out on the street.

- Hmm.
- What is it, honey?

I don't know. Probably
somebody's idea of a bad joke,

but let's see.

MICHAEL: Oh, my God.

JANE: Michael,
what is this about?

A gift from Hutchins, this,
uh, patient at the hospital

whose life I saved.

(Jane laughs)

Oh, Michael, look at the
sticker price on this thing.

- We can't accept this.
- Yes, we can.

No, we...

JANE: Yes.

Oh, my God, Mi-Michael,
we can, we can... we'll sell it,

- and then we could pay off our debt.
- Jane,

absolutely not!

It would be an insult
to sell a gift like this.

This has no monetary value.

This is a priceless gesture,

an offering of the heart.

Let's sit in it.

Oh... wow.

Oh, wow.

Mmm.

Hey. What's this?

"Call me. Speed-dial
number one. Perry."

I'll give that a sh*t.

(phone rings)

- Hutchins here.
- I'm sitting in the car.

It's-it's like I'm
in Heaven, man.

I love it!

- But, of course, I can't keep it.
- Aw, sure you can.

(whispers): He
says I could keep it.

Hey, I'll tell you
what, why don't you

come over to my cottage in
Bel Air tomorrow around noon.

The address is in the
glove compartment.

I have an idea for you.

You got it. I'll see you then.

He wants me to meet him at
his place at : tomorrow.

Yeah, well, you're lucky
I'm working through lunch,

or I'd convince him
to let you sell the car.

Oh, come on,

Jane, why does everything
have to be about money with you?

This... this is a
token of appreciation.

Yeah, and the best
toy a kid ever got.

Yeah, so why can't
I have any fun?

All right, Michael, take
your sweetie for a spin

before you explode.

- (tires squeal)
- (engine roaring)

(loud rock playing)

Yeah!

All right, now...

for my next act...

the advance we agreed on

to have your band play
at my club next week.

Yeah, the Sharp Objects

- go west!
- Hey, you know,

the only thing is
that this is, um...

the only checkbook
that I have on me,

and it's from a different
account... it's kind of a, um...

a... like, a, uh, house fund.

Oh.

It's a dream house fund.

Dreams?

Yeah.

Cool. (laughs)

More like a nightmare if
my wife ever found out.

No, no, no, no.

Mum's the word.

I won't tell her, gorgeous.

(glass breaking)

No. No, there's nothing to tell.

There's nothing to tell.

(Kyle mumbles)

(crickets chirping)

(footsteps approaching)

Hey. Care to join me?
I'm having a great time.

No, but I'm glad you
were easy to find.

Eve wanted me to let you know

that she would be
home late tonight.

She has to close
up the club for Kyle.

Oh. She cancelled
lunch with me today.

I was thinking of
going down to the club

and seeing what's going on.

Good idea?

Knock yourself out.

Hey, what's the matter?

Nothing. I'm fine.

No, no, no. Hold it.

What's wrong?

I have just had
my fill, that's what.

Of trying to run
my business all day

while Eve tries
to watch the club,

and Mario juggles the kitchen.

And everyone's
calling for my help

while Kyle parties
it up in New York.

Well, maybe you should go
out there and bring him home.

Oh, what, now?

Yeah. Now.

You do know something.

Why else would you
tell me to go all that way?

I think it's what
you need to do,

and I think it's what
he's asking you to do.

(moaning and sighing)

(moaning)

Oh.

I got to make you watch sweaty
guys play basketball more often.

It increases your ardor.

Just went so I could feel good
about which guy was mine.

Mmm.

Um... (sighs)

I'll meet you in the kitchen.

Okay.

(sighs)

(door closes)

Oh. Oh.

(laughs and mutters)

Snooping in my computer?

No. What is this?

Like, what are you trying to
do, steal ideas for Amanda?

"Age, occupation, body type."

What, are you starting a
dating service or something?

No. You know what? I'm just...

I'm doing a little research,
and I can't tell you why yet.

- Oh.
- Mmm.

It's a surprise for me, I bet.

You're trying to find
the perfect present.

Nope.

(knocking)

- Hmm.
- Uh-uh. Uh-uh.

Oh. Uh-uh.

(Ryan moaning)

- (knocking)
- You know what?

If you're gonna get it,
you better get it now,

because in about seconds,

you're not gonna
be able to walk.

(knocking continues,
Ryan chuckles)

AMANDA: Ryan, open up.

- (knocking)
- I know you're home.

Oh, I better get it.

No more work, please. I've
got the Faceworks meeting

in New York tomorrow.

I'm leaving first
thing in the morning.

No, you're leaving tonight

on the red eye, and
I'm coming with you.

I thought you were
blowing off the meeting

'cause of doctors appointments.

This is more important.

Well, I can get there
in plenty of time...

Your brother is in
trouble, all right?

I'm leaving now.

You can come or not.

Amanda, wait.

Something is wrong,
and I'm scared to death.

(sighs)

(laughter)

Oh, ...

That's not it.

Oh, God.

I love this town.

Never closes.

Ah.

Maybe... Maybe this
isn't Kyle's room, Amanda.

Uh...

Oh, no.

I was worried sick, and
you're cheating on me?!

No. Babe, this is
not what it looks like.

I thought you were having

some kind of
crisis, you bastard!

Oh. Oh, look, Amanda,
where are you going, huh?

- Huh?
- Don't touch me!

(Kyle groaning) Oh, no.

Okay. What the hell
are you doing, man?

Who were those girls
in your room, Kyle?

I don't even know, okay?

There were a lot of people
in here last night partying,

and I was drinking,
and I passed out.

Amanda!

Kyle, she's not gonna
listen to you like this.

- (door opening)
- WOMAN: Enough is enough.

It's all right. We, um... Sorry.

We got it under control. Sorry.

It's okay. It's okay.

- MAN: I'm calling out...
- Let's get you back inside.

We'll get you showered
and coffeed up. Come on.

Oh, dude, I'm so screwed.

Maybe. Maybe. Look,
I'll talk to Amanda.

Maybe we can plea bargain you
down to marriage without parole.

- Come on. (clears throat)
- Oh.

Let's get you inside.

KYLE: Oh, man.

Oh, this is your cottage, huh?

Yeah, you'll have to forgive me.

The-The help is all off

at some damn charity
function my wife is organizing.

- Oh.
- Drink?

- Sure.
- Yeah.

So how do you like the Ferrari?

Oh, are you kidding? I love
it, but, uh, Jane, my wife...

She wants to sell
it for the money.

- Ah. You're not gonna do it, I hope.
- MICHAEL: Oh, no.

'Course not.

- Women just don't get cars, do they?
- MICHAEL: Well, no.

Jane means well.
It's just that, uh...

well, we're a little short in the
money department these days.

HUTCHINS: Oh?

Yeah.

Well, there are better
ways to make money

than selling used cars.

Really?

You invest grand with
me, I'll make you a million.

I did that every day when
I worked for the big firms,

but you know, I'm on my own now.

- I mean, why split your commission, right?
- Right.

Except I'm a little short

of discretionary
capital at the moment.

Oh, that's too bad.

Oh, because I got
this deal going down.

In hours, the
stock's going public.

I mean, if you had the
buy-in, it's a sure thing.

Sure thing?

What's wrong with this picture?

I don't know.

You'd be a millionaire
driving that Ferrari.

I don't see anything
wrong with that picture.

(sighing)

(horns honking, crowd chatter)

Amanda, hi.

Oh, so glad you could
make the meeting.

I just had a long
talk with Kyle. Look,

I just think you guys need

to work this out in
a civilized setting.

Okay? I made lunch reservations
for you, Kyle's there now.

- He'll explain everything.
- Oh, no.

He would just explain
that he didn't have sex,

and then I would
have to figure out

what his definition of sex
was, and after that, it'd all

go downhill.

But he didn't have sex,
Amanda. I believe him. Look, just

go and hear what he has to say.

The only place I'm going is L.A.

You can come or not.

(elevator bell dings)

He made his own bed, and
now, he can sleep in it without me.

(Ryan sighs)

I'll call Kyle and tell
him he's on his own.

(scoffs) He already knows.

It's the rest of us
who keep forgetting.

(touch tones sounding)

(beeps)

Hey, Peter. I thought I
might find you down here.

What's up, Michael?

Just saw a patient of
yours down in the ER.

Guy named Atkins.

Think you might want
to check him out yourself.

Yeah, I would like to see him.

Anything to get away from
these columns and numbers.

Chief of Staff reports?

Yeah. Quarterly audit.

Thank God I don't have to look
at it for another three months.

Uh, shut down for
me, will you, Michael?

- Oh, sure.
- I'm done here.

(sighs)

(beep)

Oh.

- (trilling)
- Capital reserve.

Pension fund.

(beep)

Amanda's foundation.

Your-Your hundred grand.

No. Forget it, Mancini.

- Hi.
- Hi.

I noticed your light was on.

What are you doing
home so early?

I thought you'd
still be in New York.

Yeah, I kind of tied up

everything I needed
to back there. Come in.

Oh, I'm glad, because, um...

Listen, there's a few
questions I want to ask.

You know, about my, uh...
my marketing campaign.

Uh-huh. No, uh, kiss hello?

Oh.

- Mmm.
- Mmm.

- Oh.
- Mmm.

Okay, here's the form.

And it's just... it's just,
uh, two pages long.

Wait, wait, wait.

Now? You want me
to fill this out now?

Yes, and you get a
kiss for every answer,

and if you fill out the
entire questionnaire,

the sky's the limit.

First question...
Gay or straight?

Oh, no, no, no. That's just...

That's just for
screening purposes.

Just go straight to section B.

No, but I know
the answer to that.

- Mmm.
- Mmm.

- Did I get it right?
- I'll say.

(Ryan laughs)

I'll fill that out later.

- Okay.
- Mmm.

(moaning)

Oh.

(crickets chirping, dog barking)

(door banging)

Amanda?

Are you...? Amanda?!

I'm here.

- You gonna let me in?
- No.

Oh, baby, we got to talk.

No. No more talk.

You're wrong about all this.

You know, at least if I
were gonna cheat on you,

I wouldn't have been
so obvious about it.

Good-bye.

You open this door, or
I'm gonna break it down.

Oh, you go for it, Marine.

It's not gonna make
me love you again.

No. This is my
house, too! Open it up.

Then you shouldn't
have run away.

KYLE: I'm your husband,
not your little boy.

I had something to do.

I didn't think I needed
your permission.

Open this door!

You didn't need much of anything

from me, did you?

(whispers)

Nothing...

happened in New York.

No. Not in New York.

Whatever it was, it happened
way before you left L.A.,

and it's a much bigger
problem than I can help you with.

(door closes)