07x29 - McBride's Head Revisited

[bunniefuu]

(footsteps approaching)

(muffled grunt)

What are you doing?

And what are you doing here?

Hello! Our pact to
ensure that you get Megan

and I get Ryan, ring a bell?

I haven't given up on
the direct-seduction route,

and for that I don't need you.

Well, what's taking you so
long? Megan's right next door.

No, the frontal approach is out.

This is gonna be a
long, drawn-out affair,

- more a w*r of attrition.
- Yeah.

Well, so was Vietnam,
and look how that turned out.

Incoming.

MEGAN: You know what,
this doesn't make sense.

You didn't have to tell me
you had an affair with Lexi.

I would never have
found out in a million years.

I guess my conscience
got the best of me.

I think you were intentionally

trying to break us up.

You went to New York in love,

you came back from
New York out of love.

I mean, did you meet
someone there, or...?

Maybe I just saw
it before you did,

that it would never work out.

Oh, I think that's
a load of crap.

Well, maybe it is,

but we're over. I
mean, you want to fight

for something
that's already dead?

You know what,
Amanda offered me a job

and I turned it down...
But I think I'm gonna take it,

because if you can turn
off your feelings this easily,

then so can I.

Do what you want, I don't care.

Mm. Fine.

This is your sh*t. Go, hurry!

Hey, Megan.

Hi. For a lady out of
work, you're sure up early.

Go to hell, Michael.

Right.

(door closes)

Like I said, it's gonna
be a long, long battle.

Mm. Yeah, but something that
Megan said was exactly right.

"Go to hell, Michael"?

No, the part about New York.

That's when he changes.

He goes, he comes back shut off,

unable to love, all
because of what?

You got to find out.

- Me?
- Mm-hmm.

No, no, Ryan hates my guts.

Yeah, but it's time for
you to buddy up to him.

Come on, you get him to
open up. Go, hurry, change.

Put on some basketball shoes

and a T-shirt.

Go. It's time for you to
be one of the boys. Go.

(groans)

(sighs)

Amanda offered Megan a job

at her agency. Is she crazy?

No. I think that you're crazy

for going out of your way
to hurt Megan, though.

No, I didn't have a choice,
Kyle, and I didn't ask

- for your opinion.
- Then you shouldn't

have told me your secret, Ryan.

My mistake.

You know what?

When I was keeping
my secret from Amanda,

I thought that was
the only choice I had,

but the fact is, I had a
thousand other choices

and every single one of them was

better than going out
of my way to hurt her.

I made a promise
to my little girl, Kyle.

No, you created a promise,
Ryan, one to hide behind.

I think you want me
to be an ally in this,

and I've thought about
it... I'm not gonna do it.

Well, you could
try to understand.

No, I do understand.

I understand that
you feel so guilty

about what happened
to Sarah's mom

that you want to
punish yourself.

I mean, we McBrides,
we're all alike... we love

to wallow in our misery until
we've wrecked our whole lives.

Don't do it.

Give me the ball back
when you're done.

MICHAEL: Yo! Hey, Kyle!

Hey, big guy, uh, you want
to play a little one-on-one?

All I need is the house rules.

One rule: no talking.

(grunts)

(weakly): Okay.

♪♪

♪♪

♪♪

♪ All this fuss and fighting ♪

♪ We just let ourselves down ♪

♪ What is so important? ♪

♪ Oh, what is it all about? ♪

♪ Let's go to sleep, ignore it ♪

♪ Let's just leave
this all now ♪

♪ Guess it's easy
to let things lie ♪

♪ But what if we don't
get to say good-bye? ♪

♪ What if the sun
doesn't rise? ♪

♪ All I'm sure
of now is that I ♪

♪ Don't want to live this way ♪

♪ No, no, don't leave
it till it's too late ♪

♪ Baby, we should love
like there's no tomorrow ♪

♪ Love like there's
no tomorrow ♪

♪ I'm telling you just in case ♪

♪ We can't say ♪

(fading out): ♪ Sorry
for our mistakes... ♪

(both moan)

Nice wake-up call.

God, I can't get enough of you.

It's like we're on a honeymoon
that's never gonna end.

You know when all
this started, don't you?

Yeah, when we inherited
the money from my old man.

It's like, uh... we're
consumed by it.

Mm.

Don't know what to do
with it, we don't know

not what to do with it...
Not that this isn't a good way

to get over the preoccupation.

So how do we stop
obsessing over it?

I don't know.

Why don't we just
put it away, huh?

Huh? Everything.

We'll lock it up.

Put it in a trust
or a bank account

and just forget about it,
just go about our lives.

I mean, it's not like
we need it right now.

We're happy, we're in love.

Yeah. Yeah, right.

We never needed
the money before.

No, I mean, you keep on
singing, I'll keep on doctoring, and...

How about it? Shake on it.

Mm, kiss on it.

More.

- What's it gonna cost me?
- (laughs)

$ million.

You're worth it.

♪ What is so important? ♪

♪ Oh, when will it ever end? ♪

(fading out): ♪ We've
said it all before... ♪

First off, I want you to make
three lists of Lexi's clients:

those who are happy, those not
so happy, and those unsatisfied.

And then we'll know
which ones to go after first.

Is this the only
reason you hired me,

- so I could stomp on Lexi?
- Basically, yes.

I see this as a
golden opportunity.

Lexi's made a point
of trying to screw me,

and I'm just taking the
initiative and I'm gonna

screw her first.

We already have
soft here, Megan.

Jane, most of my art department,
Ryan too much of the time.

I need cutthroats.

Are you up to it or not?

You'll have your
list by lunchtime.

By the way, uh, what business

did you send Ryan
to New York on?

I didn't send him anywhere;
he took personal days.

- That's not what he told me.
- Hold it right there.

I am not running a
stud service here.

Personal relationships will not
be tolerated in the workplace.

Amanda, could you...

I'll come back.

AMANDA: Oh, no, you won't.

Both of you will go into the
conference room right now,

sit down and work out a
civil working relationship.

Go, shoo.

I have work to do.

- Ms. Woodward?
- Whatever it is, it'll have to wait.

I want to buy your
apartment building.

My name is Sam Lieberman.

I had my second
look this morning,

and I love it.

Are you making me an offer?

Yes. Your full asking price.

And no, I'm not tearing it down,

I'm not going to evict anyone...

I want to keep it
just the way it is. So...

do we have ourselves a deal?

I-I guess we do.

There's really nothing to
discuss... we'll talk work,

we'll talk business,
we'll talk nothing else.

You are just so changed,

- I don't get it.
- I'm sorry, are you talking business?

'Cause this doesn't
sound like business to me.

Neither was your trip
to New York, was it?

No, that was personal...

And we will not be
discussing personal, either.

(quiet groan)

It's done. The
building is yours.

(engine starts)

- Come on.
- (door opens)

(door closes)

- Ah.
- Hey.

Hey, I don't believe this...
Delivery guy was supposed

to be here an hour ago.

- I got to get back to the house.
- Oh. Well, go on.

I'll cover for you.

Well, I'm stuck
here all day, anyway.

Peter's busy with labor
struggles at the hospital.

That's great. I owe you one.

Wait, what am I thinking?

Eve.

You want to take over
as manager of the club?

I mean, I was thinking about
hiring somebody, anyway.

Well, it's not like
I need the money.

Partners, then.

How do I do that?

You buy in.

%, %, uh, whatever
you're comfortable with.

I mean, you can book

the bands, you can
pick your own hours.

The only problem is,

Peter and I decided
not to touch the money.

Yeah, but you would be investing
the money, not spending it.

Look, just... think about it.

Okay?

Kyle, wait.

I'm in. Full partners,
though, %,

before you change your mind.

This is great.

(knocking)

Hey, neighbor, how's it going?

Great game this morning, huh?

You know, I don't
get a lot of exercise,

so a game like
basketball is perfect.

It's really strange,

because every time I
turn around, you're there.

I know, and we've
never been friends.

I mean, we were
enemies most of the time.

But, hey, things change.

I kind of feel sorry for you.

You know, you were engaged,
and then you got dumped,

and... well, you're sort of
like me... you're a lonely guy.

Do I... do I look lonely?

Frankly, buddy,

you do.

But nothing's that bad, right?

So bottoms up, huh?

I was kind of hoping maybe...

you'd start going out
with Megan, you know,

- Get her out of my hair.
- Oh, no, not me, man.

I'm trying to free myself

of that second-time-around
syndrome. You know,

I give my women once chance.

- They blow it, the ship has sailed.
- Mm.

Listen, you got any munchies?

- Uh, sure.
- Okay. I'll turn on the television.

I'll get that for you.

RYAN: Hey, all I
got is tortilla chips.

Yeah, well, check the label.

Make sure it says
low-salt, okay?

And, um, I'd like
my-my chips in a bowl.

Here you go.

Okay.

Thanks.

Here's to bachelorhood, huh?

Long may it reign.

(knocking)

That stuff works like a charm.

Peter used it on me once.

Knocked me out in
three seconds flat.

Oh, all right.

We're looking for anything
that has to do with New York.

Let's go. Hurry.

Okay, stuff on the table.

You know, he's not
a bad guy, you know.

I know that. That's
why I want to marry him.

- Hey, what's this?
- What?

Hey, round-trip
tickets to New York.

We're getting warmer.

Hey, shh, keep your voice down.

Oh, he's drugged, Lexi.

Elephant's flatulence
wouldn't wake him up.

Bingo. Car rental
map... Upstate New York.

Uh-huh.

Katonah, Chappaqua...

Destination: Poughkeepsie.

Hey, visitor pass: St.
Agnes School, huh?

Oh, my God, he's Catholic.

St. Agnes School,
Poughkeepsie, New York.

(knocking)

MEGAN: Ryan, I
know you are in there.

- Great, it's Megan.
- Shh!

Hide. I'll handle this.

Go!

(clears throat)

Megan, me girl!

How the hell are ya?!

(goofy laugh)

Michael, what are
you doing here?

Well, me and me new bro

Ryan there, we were
just throwing a few back.

Well, listen, here's some
of his junk from my place.

- Oh.
- Um, good night, Michael.

(mumbling)

Wait!

I was just thinking,
maybe if you have time,

we could see a movie
or... or talk or have coffee.

- (Megan groans) -You see, just
the sight of you sobered me up.

- As usual, your timing is way off.
- How so?

You're manless again
and I'm womanless.

Just because you
break up with someone

doesn't mean you're
not still in love with them.

What do you mean, you
fell out of love with me

- when we broke up?
- I don't mean to hurt you,

but I never loved you as
much as I love Ryan, okay?

Come on, Megan, you
can't qualify these things.

What are you saying, that
Ryan is an "A" and I'm a "B"?

No, right now you're a C-minus.

(door slams)

Oh...

Mm...

(Lexi grunting)

Oh, I love you. I love you.

Oh... Oh, I love you, too, Ryan.

Mm, Megan, mm...

Son of a bitch!

Lexi.

What?

It's bad news.

No matter what we may think,

Megan is still madly
in love with that doofus.

And this doofus is still
madly in love with her.

Yeah, well, I'm afraid it's just

a matter of days before
they get back together.

Not unless we can find out
what happened in New York.

Michael, we have no
choice. Pack your bags.

We're going to Poughkeepsie.

(crickets chirping)

Tonight we celebrate two things.

You sold the building,

and I sold a piece of the club.

Now we got all the cash
we need to finish the house.

(clinking)

Who bought in?

Tsk. Eve...

she and Peter had all
that money they inherited,

I knew she was itching
to spend some of it.

Hmm.

Okay.

So, what is this?

You got a hot bath, long face?

So there's remorse?

(sighs) No, I'm just...

more attached to this
building than I first thought.

Yeah, but Amanda, it's
a money pit, we agreed.

Yeah, but I've always
lived in rentals...

Condos, apartments.

This place was home.

A house would be home, too.

That's not the same.

My life is wrapped
up in this place

and memories.

Well, I'm part of the memories.

(Amanda sighs)

Oh.

I guess not all of the memories.

So what do you want to do?

You want to back out,
you want to not move?

No, I'm just saying it's
all happening too quickly.

We sell this, sell that.

We're putting everything
we have into a place

that doesn't even
have a roof yet.

(sighs) Fine. The hell with it.

Why don't you call your broker
in the morning and back out.

We'll spend the rest
of our lives in this dump.

(sighs)

♪♪

All I want you to do is hold me,

tell me we're
doing the right thing

and promise me
that it'll all work out.

(sighs) It will.

With all my heart,
I believe it will.

Then we'll do it.

We'll never look back.

(passing car horn honking)

Oh, Michael, come on.

This school is right
outside of town.

- Huh?
- It's very exclusive; it's run by nuns.

- Nuns?
- Yeah, nuns.

No visitors allowed.

Family member
and other clergy only.

Oh, I can't believe I let
you talk me into this trip.

This is nuts. I'm ,
miles away from Megan.

Oh, by the way, I
was very impressed

by that nurses
walkout I organized.

That was terrific.

LEXI: Ah, wait a minute.

(bells tolling)

Hmm.

I've always looked
good in basic black.

Remember, no money, no care!

(chanting): No money, no care!

- PROTESTORS: No money,
no care! WOMAN: Right!

Ju-Just relax. Take it easy now.

Just... just... tell
me what happened.

Well, I kind of made
a crazy decision.

And I should have
talked to you about it first.

But it was an opportunity.

And so I grabbed it,

but it cost a lot of money.

Our money.

Money we said we
weren't gonna touch.

I bought into Kyle's club,

and I'm managing it now.

You and I are percent owners.

With the money we
decided yesterday

- that we weren't gonna touch.
- It was a great opportunity.

It gives me a chance
to-to turn my career

into a more realistic direction.

I mean, what else is
this money for except

it's a buying opportunity...

What is this petition you and
Michael got the doctors to sign?

You're Chief of Staff,

an-an-and you're
supporting the nurses' strike?

Well, that's my
signature on top actually...

I'm going to the board with
this, Burns, and let's see

what they have to say about it.

Well, I hope they
reverse their position.

Oh, or maybe they'll toss
your sorry ass out of here.

Especially after I add
up all your weaknesses,

incompetency on
the job, jailbird wife...

No, bitch.

There's something I've
been wanting to say to you,

especially after
the way you messed

- with my friend's Jackie's life.
- Well, say it, lady.

I don't have all day.

Ahh!

Whoa.

(panting)

I'll add... as*ault
to the charges.

Watch out.

They don't have to worry
about getting the bouncer upset

at Kyle's now that
you're on board.

(snickering)

AMANDA: This is good.

- What else can you tell me?
- Just that, um,

of all of Lexi's clients,

the most dissatisfied
is Jacoby Toys,

and, uh, unfortunately, all of
my research was left behind.

That's okay. Ryan,
this will be yours.

Schedule lunch,
say it's a general call,

and then hit him with
everything you've got.

It's raiding. It's unethical.

It's good business and the
way I've always done business.

Well, I consider it bottom-
feeding; we're above that.

Well, I consider your sleeping
with Lexi both bottom-feeding

and unethical.

I warned you two about bringing

your personal
affairs into this office.

Oh, and this whole vendetta
you two have against Lexi,

that's not personal?

It's self-defense.

- Yeah.
- Megan, Jacoby Toys is yours.

Land them any way you can.

Just land them.

All the people you choose

to emulate, you pick Amanda.

Oh, it's too bad you
can't emulate Kyle.

By doing what?

Maybe keeping your
manhood in your pants.

(scoffs)

Earth to Jane.

Um, sorry, I was
just daydreaming.

Yeah, God, I've been
doing that a lot lately.

Maybe it's 'cause I don't
have a guy in my life,

and I miss that, you know,

someone to stick by me...
A knight in shining armor.

- You know, I don't have time for this.
- Okay, wait, wait.

There's something
I want to show you.

A company I want to
pitch. Madison Galleries.

This guy buys up old churches

and turns them into the
most amazing galleries,

- and he does no advertising.
- Well, go pitch him.

Sounds interesting.

Really, just a cold call?
I've never done that.

Well, here's your chance.

Just remember, you
usually only get one sh*t,

so make it count.

Hmm.

(bells tolling, birds chirping)

Yes, I'm Father Michael,
and this is Sister Alexandra

from the Catholic
Schools Association.

And actually, we just
stopped by for a routine tour.

- (sneezes)
- Oh, bless you, my child.

Oh, thank you, Father.

I believe Sister Abby,
our head of school,

is on the way to Mass.

Would you like to join us?

Ah... yes.

The old Mass.

That time again.

Hmm. Thank you.

Hmm.

(indistinct chatter)

Afternoon, my son.

Father!

Won't you catch hell
not going to Mass?

Once does not a
sinner make thee.

MAN: Well said.

(Michael laughs)

Is that from the Bible?

- Um...
- The Saint Mancini version is very rare.

Listen, we're looking

for someone with the
last name McBride.

You wouldn't happen to
know who that might be?

Sure, McBride.

Right over there.

Thank you. Thank you.

(Lexi heaves a sign of relief)

Oh, wife... I knew it.

Yep. Or sister... We
don't know for sure.

You did a great job.

Excuse me.

Jessica, hold on.

- MICHAEL: Sarah McBride?
- Uh, no.

Actually, I'm her
aunt, Terry O'Brien.

Sarah's right over there.

Oh... my...

Um, we're from the
Catholic Schools Association.

We were told we
could talk to Sarah,

get her candid
opinion of the school.

Uh, Sister Abby okayed it.

That is, of course,
if, as her aunt,

you don't think she'd mind.

Oh, no, no, no. Go right ahead.

Sarah loves it here.

Wonderful. Thank you.

Monique, do you
have your gloves?

Bye-bye, girls. Be good.

Hey, bless you.

What the hell?

Good afternoon.

Hello.

Sarah, um, we'd like to
ask you a few questions.

I'm Sister Alexandra,

and this is Father Michael.

From the Catholic
Schools Association.

Yes. We're doing a little
research for the diocese.

Um, can you tell us how
you first came to St. Agnes?

Well, after my mother d*ed,
my Aunt Terry took me in.

And then when she went
to work here, I enrolled.

That was about four years ago.

First grade. I have Ryan
in campus in the dorm.

And your father?

He lives in California.

But he visits when he can.

But you want to know
what I think about school.

- Oh, sure, yes.
- Yeah.

I think it's a great
school. The greatest.

Is everything okay here?

MICHAEL: Sure,
everything's fine.

Yeah, Sarah was such a big
help. Well, good day to you both.

- Bye-bye.
- Good day.

- Aren't you cold?
- Not really.

Holy mother of pearl,
Ryan's got a kid.

(door shuts)

Hello? Is anybody here?

MAN: Sorry, we're not open
yet. Another couple weeks at least.

And no solicitations either.

Even from a beautiful woman.

Uh, actually,
I'm in advertising.

We do the selling
so you don't have to.

(chuckles) Nice line.
Where'd you get it?

Oh, I made it up.

I work for Amanda
Woodward Advertising,

a large firm here
in L.A., and I noticed

that you do no advertising.

Oh, wait.

You are the owner,
right? James Rogers?

- Jim.
- Jim.

- And you're...?
- Jane.

- Jane. Jane Mancini.
- Jane.

I called several times.

You didn't return.

Don't really believe
in advertising.

But since you came
all the way down here,

let's hear your spiel.

Okay. Well, it all comes down

to enticing them in, luring
them through that door.

I want to go almost
religious with this.

Not a, not a gallery, a temple.

Zen-like, Tibetan music.

Quite an artist.

Nothing worth showing
anyone. It's a hobby.

Well, I-I think it's,
uh, very interesting.

You should show it.

An artist's hands...

an artist's eye.

Do you know my theory
on why people create?

Passion for art?

A need for expression?

Loneliness.

Really?

Are you lonely, Jane?

Sometimes.

Me, too.

Are you seducing me?

No.

You seduced me...

the moment you came in the door.

(softly): Sarah.

Sarah.

Sister?

No, no, it's all right, though.

I'll be honest with you.

I'm, I'm actually, I'm not...

I'm not a sister.

This was the only way
that I could get in to see you.

I know your dad. I know Ryan.

And, well, we're,
we're very close.

Actually, I'm in love with him.

You mean, you're Megan?

Well...

Oh, my gosh! This is so great!

Daddy told me all about
you, how pretty you were.

I mean, are.

Oh, well, thanks. I work out.

I just... What are
you doing here?

Well, Sarah, I went
through this great length

because your dad
has this problem,

and I'm not sure
you're aware of it.

'Cause he won't
marry me... or anyone

because of the promise
that he made to you.

It's not a promise.
It's just the way he is.

He can't love anyone as
much as he loved my mother.

Hmm.

Yeah, but, you know,
your mom's gone now,

and, well, he's got to move on.
He's got to find someone else.

But, hey, that doesn't mean
he's gonna love you any less.

And in fact, when
Ryan and I get together,

I'll make sure you
see him much more.

How about all the time, hmm?

(bell tolls)

You better go.

Just think about
what I said, okay?

Promise you'll
think about it, okay?

You know, I keep going over
and over it, and coming back

to the same thing:

Ryan's hiding something,
some dark secret.

And that's why he's
done this complete .

I thought I made myself
clear the other day.

I'm just thinking out loud.

Well, I would just
like to maintain

a little professionalism
around here.

For instance, see that guy
in the conference room?

Major entrepreneur.
And Jane landed him.

She landed him without dating
him or falling in love with him.

- Right, Jane?
- Right.

Enough about Jane.
Let's talk about you.

You haven't come close to
getting Jacoby Toys from Lexi.

I think it's time for a little
creativity of your own.

Sorry to keep you waiting.

Well, I sent the
papers to my lawyer,

so we can start any time.

Great. Then I'll schedule
the first concept meeting.

Before you go...

I just wanted to say that last
night was incredible for me.

- Yeah.
- I love you, Jane.

You, uh, you what?

Will you marry me?

Jim... (chuckles) my God, um...

I've only known
you for hours.

I don't need more time
to know that this is it.

I've waited my whole life
to find someone like you.

Look, I-I can't rush into this.

I mean, I'm-I'm separated,
my-my divorce isn't even final.

Last night was just... crazy.

I thrive on impulse, Jane.

But I'll respect your caution.

Just tell me that you'll at
least consider a relationship.

O-Okay, I'll-I'll consider it.

Let's have dinner tonight.

I'd take you to my
place, but it's a mess.

And you said you
live by the beach?

That'd be great. How's : ?

: 's okay.

Perfect. See you
then. (clicks tongue)

(siren wailing)

I think it's important
that we all take...

Oh, excuse me,
everyone. Sorry I'm late.

Uh, this is a closed
meeting, Dr. Burns.

He's Chief of Staff.
Just get on with it.

All right, then.

I have before me a document

with the signatures of
doctors at this hospital

supporting, supporting
the nurses' walkout

Irene, if I may.

No, you may not, Doctor!

We all know how you feel about
this, and you have no vote here!

Actually, I have the
only vote that counts.

So... I've spent
the last hours

in negotiations
with your bosses,

the entity that
owns this hospital.

And as of about
minutes ago...

I bought the hospital!

Excuse me, Dr. Burns,
how was that possible?

I've run into a lot
of money recently.

Actually, inherited it.

But I couldn't decide
what to do with it.

Well, not until
last night, anyway.

I'm yielding to the demands
of the nurses and the doctors.

And I'm allowing
them the opportunity

to buy into their hospital.

From now on, this will be
an employee-run enterprise.

Oh! This can't be happening.

(chuckles) It's
already happened.

Dr. Burns...

good luck.

I think this institution's
finally in good hands.

This meeting is over.

So, too, is your reign
of terror, Dr. Schulman.

(knocking)

PETER: Come in.

I'll assume I'm fired since
I didn't sign your petition.

I'm gonna leave
that up to you, Irene.

But just so you know,
$ , buys you a piece

of this place and a
voice on the board.

Even if it's a
dissenting opinion?

Only if it's a
dissenting opinion.

I need my rivals. You
keep me on my toes.

Well, you've got
yourself a deal, Doctor.

I hope you don't regret it.

You know, money
usually corrupts people.

But in your case, it's
made you a better man.

Well, I accept that
opinion, Doctor,

even if it's not a
dissenting one.

(knocking)

BOTH: Hi!

Whoo, what's cooking?
Man, it smells terrific.

I knew you'd be a great cook.

Oh, what's, uh,
what's in the bag?

This? Just some stuff.
Toothbrush, change of clothes

since I'm probably
spending the night.

This place is great, too.

Too big for just one
person. Wasted space.

Are-Are you saying that
you're moving in with me?

I thought you'd never ask.

Jim, I can't do this.

You are moving way too fast.

- Come on.
- No, I'm serious.

I-I done this before and with
guys I've known much longer,

and it never works.

Both feet, Jane,
you jump right in.

That's how it's done.

No!

Okay? No.

I'm sorry.

Guess I got carried away
by my feelings for you.

You know what? I'm gonna leave.

I'll call you tomorrow, okay?

We'll plot a new course.

(quietly): Oh, damn!

- WOMAN (muffled): Ooh!
- (man laughs)

- (gasps)
- (shrieks)

Oh, sh...

You know what? It's all right.

I was, I was just
picking up a few things.

You can't tell Lexi I was here.

Or me.

Or what you saw.

What did you see?

Um... nothing.

But I, uh... (chuckles)

I did get an earful.

You can't tell Lexi.

She hates this kind of
thing in the workplace.

We'll do anything you want.

WOMAN: Anything.

Anything?

Well, I'm glad you
called this meeting.

I can thank the man personally.

Thank him for what?

Didn't you hear?

He's cutting
everybody's rent in half.

You're joking.

What about the rent?

Well, where have you been, huh?

Amanda sold the building.

Well, there's gotta be a catch.

I mean, he didn't say
anything about cutting the rent.

It's ludicrous.

Hey, what's goin' on?

You're about to meet
your new landlord.

Yeah? Well, he's late.

(gate clanking shut)

Sorry, Lexi, this
is for tenants only.

LEXI: Yes.

Yes, I understand you're
gonna meet the new landlord.

How would you know that?

Well... I'm the new landlord.

(scoffs) I know
him, Lexi. I met him.

Short, gray hair...

Yeah, Sam Liberman.

Yeah, he's my front.

Well, I see you all
got the notices, hm?

Well, don't all
thank me at once.

Amanda, honey, I've
been doing the math,

and, well, you've been gouging
these poor souls for years.

LEXI: Mm.

Which apartment
should I make mine?

Wait, I got it.

Let me rephrase that:
Which apartment's the best?

Take mine.

If you're moving
in, I'm moving out.

Oh, wow, thank goodness.

'Cause that'll save me the
trouble of tripling your rent.

Wha... easy.

Amanda, I want
you out in days.

I'll be out in minutes.

LEXI: Come on,
don't look so glum.

I am really gonna liven
this place up, you'll see.

We're gonna...

We're gonna have
barbecues and pool parties...

- (door slams)
- Hmm?

I was thinking about turning one
of the garages into a rec room.

- (door slams)
- LEXI: Yeah?

Ping-Pong, anyone?

(door slams)

Trust me, people, you'll see.

(door slams)

Yeah? Doesn't matter.

It's mine.

It's all mine.

Hm.

Welcome, gentlemen, to the
Amanda Woodward Agency.

Jacoby Toys will
not be disappointed.

LEXI: You thieving whore!

These are my clients!

Not anymore, Lexi.

We're exercising our out clause.

You stole my files.

Julie told me.

You're a thief.
You're a petty thief!

No, they were my ideas.

You just left
them sitting there.

You were my employee
when you came up with them.

Gentlemen, can
we talk fair here?

It's too late, Lexi.

The papers are already signed.

Fine. In that case...
I'm gonna k*ll you!

- (Lexi screaming)
- MICHAEL: Take it easy!

Come on! Take it easy!

- I got this one, guys!
- Let go of me!

You are mine! I'm gonna get you!

Okay! All right!

MICHAEL: Fine!

Oh, God!

- You, calling me crazy?
- Will you relax?

It was an act.

I'm playing Megan's savior.

Did you see her face? Huh?

Totally appreciative.

If this does not close the
deal, I don't know what will.

Yeah, well, it cost
me a huge deal.

I don't know what's
gotten into Megan.

I mean, Amanda's turning
into a clone of herself.

- It's really scary.
- Pretty impressive, huh?

She stepped right
up to the plate.

Yeah, I forgot. You're
attracted to deceit.

Oh, God, I gotta
go meet the movers.

You know what?

You tell Megan if she
breaks into my office again,

I am pressing charges.

- Michael...
- Hey.

Thank you for that.

You okay?

I am fine. I just
feel like celebrating.

Well, that's no fun to do alone.

No! Not at all!
Where do we start?

I see a couple
of barstools open.

Oh, you know what happens
when you get me drunk.

Mm, I have to drive you home?

Mm, no more forays
on the roof. Promise?

Cross my heart and
hope to get lucky.

Come on. Through here.

(Megan giggles)

Get up, Ivy League.

I'm gonna make this a
great game that's gonna be

your last chance to
whup me for awhile.

Amanda and I are moving in
with Jane at the beach house.

Hello?

Movers just finished, the
light's leaving... come on.

Hey... got a letter
from my daughter.

What?

She's, uh, she's "freeing
me"... Her exact words.

Apparently, when I went to
go talk to her about Megan,

I made an impression.

She wants me to go
ahead and marry her.

Well, this is a
good thing, right?

It's just so unexpected.

Well, the kid grew up.

That happens.

You can't waste any more time.

You gotta go tell Megan.

Tell the whole story.

Give her your reasoning,

and then explain why
you pushed her away.

I don't know, man.

Yeah, you do.

AMANDA: Thanks a lot.

Ah, I thought for sure
you'd be gone by now.

Is it true what I heard?

You're moving in with
Jane in her beach house?

Her spare room, until
our house is finished.

You know, Amanda, I
would've let you stay.

Excuse me.

Boy, Amanda, you
really are a sore loser.

Have you always been like that?

You know something?

You can buy my building, you
can move into my apartment,

and you can s*ab me in
the back a million times,

but you'll never be me.

You'll always be
a distant second.

Enjoy your new apartment.

Oh, that was a quick shower.

I lost the hot water
after two minutes.

Oh, that shouldn't happen.

I'll have Kyle look at
the hot water heater.

Well, my husband the handyman.

(cell phone rings)

I guess the office is gonna
have to use my cell phone

until you get a second
line installed here.

Amanda Woodward.

Yes.

He did?

- (wine pouring)
- AMANDA: Terrific.

Your gallery boy called.

He bailed. I knew
this would happen.

Then why did you
break up with him?

We were never together.

Rumor has it you slept with him.

Yeah, well, anything
for the account, right?

Isn't that your philosophy?

Whatever it takes to
get him to sign... in ink.

After that, do with
him whatever you want.

Amanda, the guy was a wacko.

I was just being
honest with him.

No, you were being
an empty-headed fool.

The guy was gorgeous, rich,
into everything you're into...

You know, I don't see
any man around here.

What are you holding out for,
another "man-man" like Michael?

All you had to do
was date the guy.

Give him a chance.
Get him to sign.

He said he loved
me after one night.

I thought Michael had given up.

Not Michael...
A top-shelf client.

JANE: He was moving
too fast. I broke it off.

AMANDA: And then
he blew off the agency.

Well, if the guy's a jerk...

You don't know anything
about this, and neither do you.

You don't have a clue
about this business, Jane.

(scoffs)

I'll talk to her.

God...

Hey, what... (groans)

Look...

- (turns off blow dryer)
- what is going on here?

Finish building
that house, Kyle,

'cause I don't know how
much longer I can live here.

She's letting us
stay here rent-free.

Yeah, and now I know why.

We can go to bed listening
to the dinner traffic on PCH.

No one would ever pay
for a room this pathetic.

I'm going to bed.
I've had a rotten day.

- (blow dryer whooshing)
- Well...

♪♪

You okay?

Everything she said is true.

Hey, you can't, you
can't think like that.

No, I'm serious. I...

I thought advertising would
be creative, you know?

But it's not.

It's about selling.

What am I saying?

It's about manipulating.

Amanda is the best at that.

Do you ever feel like
you'll never measure up?

Every day.

What do you do about it?

You live for yourself, and to
hell with what anyone else says.

(breathy): Ryan!

Hey. I just need
a couple minutes.

- (gasps)
- Uh...

Ryan, wait...

Ryan, if this about
work or Jacoby Toys, I...

No, it's about... it's about us.

It's about what's
going on with me.

Um, you know what?

Your timing is
really bad, and, um...

- you...
- What?

You said you didn't love me.

And, uh...

And what?

And can you come back tomorrow?

What are you doing?

I was, uh... I was sleeping.

Yeah.

(suspiciously): Mm-hmm.