05x30 - Going Places

[bunniefuu]

Hi.

Have you eaten yet?

No.

Maybe I should
whip us something up.

Okay. Whatever.

So, how are you, Sam?

Fine, I guess. Tired.

'Cause you worked
so late at the store?

Yeah. The hours are getting
to be a real drag.

You know, at first I thought
they'd free me up to paint, but...

Stop lying, all right?

I don't know why you're
yelling at me, but...

I followed you, Sam, straight
to some flea-bag motel

where I guess
your father's holing up.

You followed me?
What else could I do, huh?

Between your atm withdrawal and all
this time you can't account for,

I didn't know what to think,
and now I find out

you're seeing
your father behind my back?

I thought you said
he was in Chicago!

Since when do you need to know

every detail of my family life?

You know, just because
we're together

doesn't mean that everything
about me is your business!

This is crazy. Why are you doing this?
Why are you lying to me?

Look... he's in trouble, okay?

And I'm helping him out,

and I didn't want
to bring you into it.

What kind of trouble?

Remember how he said
that he got out of prison?

Well, he didn't do it
like you're supposed to.

He escaped.

I'm calling the police.

No! Please don't. Please?

He had to. If he wouldn't, he would
have been k*lled by a g*ng in there,

and just... just let me
get him out of town.

That's aiding and abetting.

You could go to jail
for that. We both could.

I know, and I hate putting
you in this position,

but he's my father!

I don't know what else to do.
I have to help him.

You know that if it
wouldn't have been for...

You didn't put him in jail!

He put himself there, all right?

He took a g*n and decided
to go rob some stores.

Just... Just promise me that
you'll give me a few days.

That's all I'm asking. Please?

Thank you.

Thank you, Billy. Thank you.

I'm making us breakfast. I got
some scrambled eggs and bacon,

and the coffee is made.

Hey, I hope the fold-out
wasn't too lumpy for you.

Ever since Chelsea's been here,

I've gotten so used to it, I
don't even notice anymore.

Nah, I slept great,

mostly because of you, though.

What are you saying,
I induce drowsiness?

No. No, it's just...

I just really needed to be held,

to be with someone, you know?

It meant a lot to me.

I'm glad. I hope it helped.

Chelsea! Good morning.

You ready for breakfast?

Sure, I guess.

Well, I should probably
hit the road.

Oh, don't leave on my account.

Mark, you gotta at least stay
and have something to eat.

No, I gotta face going back

to my own apartment
sometime, don't I?

Hey, if you need
anything, you just call.

Thanks. It was nice
meeting you, Chelsea.

Bye, mark.

So, is he like,
a boyfriend of yours?

Mark? No, no.

He's actually the lover

of a friend of mine
who just d*ed.

Did this friend die of... Aids?

Yep. He did.

You ever worry about getting it?

Sure, but I've been tested.

I've been tested several
times, and I'm safe.

I'm always safe.

Anyway, at this point
I'm probably as worried

about never finding
the right guy, so...

Think you ever will?

God, I hope so...

But I haven't had
much luck so far.

Did you... did you hear that?
What?

That was us actually
having a conversation.

First one in 3 days.

Hey! I think you're going to
like staying here after all.

Taylor!

Taylor, where are you?

Why didn't you answer me?

What's this?
Where's my breakfast?

I don't know, Peter.
Where is it?

What's gotten into you?

Nothing. Then why
aren't you dressed?

Because maybe I'm sick of
being somebody I'm not.

Sick of being Beth!

Those are the rules,
aren't they?

Meaning what?

You're gonna spank me
if I don't play nice?

Meaning if you don't abide by
the rules, then the game stops.

And if there's no game, then
you don't need to be here.

Now...

Are you gonna make
my breakfast, or not?

Yes, Peter.

Good.

Serve it out on the deck.

Where have you been all morning?

Unlike you, I'm worried
about your sister.

I have been to every
house along the beach

and no one has seen her.

In fact, if she doesn't
call by tonight

I think we should
report her missing.

She's just blowing off steam.

She'll let us know where
she is soon enough.

Michael, she left here with
the clothes on her back

and a few dollars in her pocket.

Well, if there's one thing
Jennifer knows how to do,

it's make a quick buck.

Are you out of your mind?

Look, this city
can chew up a girl

with no money, no friends,
and barely any family.

Hey, she's a Mancini.

Trust me, we're like cats.

We always land on our feet.

I'll see ya.

♪♪

What's the matter, you take
the wrong turn, honey?

Saw your ad. I'm interested.

You look young. You
got any experience?

Waitressing?

It's only how I've made a living

the last few years.

Yeah? Well, balancing
plates in a diner

and hustling drinks
in this joint

are 2 different animals.

Cindy! Get over here.

Cindy: Come on, George. I
haven't even punched in yet.

Hey, just show
the uniform, already.

It's just as tight and
uncomfortable as it looks, too.

Are you prepared to wear this?

I'm prepared to wear less,
if the tips are good.

Then entre-vous, honey.

Entre-vous.

Speak to me.

Kyle! It's Amanda.

Listen, I've been giving this
club thing some thought.

Don't tell me... you want
to call it "Amanda's."

No. I'm quite happy
being a silent partner.

But it's the lack of supporting
documentation that's bothering me.

Documentation? As in contract?

Well, it doesn't have
to be anything formal.

Just a little something on paper

that shows how much went where.

No. Hold it a second.

You're the one that
wanted to hide your money

without a paper trail.

Now, all of a sudden
we need lawyers?

What can I say?
Common sense prevails.

Well, I don't get it.

Why now?

Is there something
you're not telling me?

No! No, trust me. This is
strictly preventative.

Like some kind of pre-nup.
Exactly.

Presupposes failure,
if you ask me.

Well, I'm not asking.
I'm telling.

I mean, either this deal is contractual
between us or we've got a problem.

Well, I guess I'm gonna have
to get back to you, then

because up until
a few minutes ago,

I thought I knew
who I was dealing with.

Now I'm not so sure.

I'll be in touch.

You wanted to see me?

Well, frankly, I'd prefer
never to see you again,

but that's beside the point.

Take a look at this.

It's a bill from the man I
hired to photograph Sydney.

You know, the one
who's camera you ruined

when you threw him in the pool.

I just thought...

No, you're just lucky that he's not
the scam artist that Sydney is

or we'd have another bogus
lawsuit on our hands.

Why can't you accept the fact

that Sydney's seriously hurt?

She's not faking, Amanda.

In fact, if anyone's
being underhanded here,

it's you for spying on her.

You like her, don't you?

Don't be ridiculous.

Correct me if I'm wrong,

but weren't you
supposed to seduce her?

I'm only saying
that I don't think

she's trying to rip us off.

We're on the brink
of closing our doors,

thanks to that little twit
you've got the hots for.

Now, this may be hard
for you to grasp,

but we're defendants
in a civil suit,

and that means you keep
your hands, your lips,

and other body parts
away from the plaintiff

before you make things worse.

And if I refuse?

I'll have you charged
with conspiring

to defraud this company.

My advice? Keep your pants on.

You've been in here on
the phone for 2 hours.

Who were you talking to?

Everybody...
I had to call 20 places

before I found
the right adoption agency.

Oh! Right. Man!

I almost forgot we
talked about adopting.

You still want to, don't you?

I mean, I know we had
a few drinks that day...

Oh, Jake, please.
Of course I do.

Good, because
we have an appointment

to be interviewed by a
placement counselor tomorrow.

Really? Wow, that's quick.

Had to be...
There's a waiting list,

especially if you want
more than 1 kid.

This is gonna be great,
you know why?

No. Why?

Because even if our kids
aren't blood related,

we'll have chosen them,

so they'll know
they were wanted,

which is all
that matters, right?

Yeah.

Hey, Taylor. Can I get
a beer, please? Sure.

I didn't think
you were gonna show up.

Yeah. Why'd you need to meet me?

Something happen
between you and Peter?

You could say that.

I woke up this morning
and I couldn't do it anymore.

I could not play out
Peter's fantasy.

And when I told him
about it, it was like...

Honestly, I thought
he was gonna hit me.

But he didn't, did he? No.

He gave me an ultimatum instead.

He said play the game or leave.

Oh, I mean, that
Peter's a sick puppy.

I think he's trying to find
something from his past,

you know, like a happier time.

So, I don't know why
I'm telling you all this,

except I think you're the only
other person who cares about him.

Yeah, but even Peter and I have
been locking horns lately,

ever since he became
chief-of-staff, that is.

Success has somehow
made him cruel.

Or gone to his head,
is more like it.

Yeah, he was a lot nicer
when he was a loser.

I mean, to everybody.

All right. All right,
I'll tell you what.

Just... just go along
with him for now.

Um, I'll try to feel
out the situation,

talk to Peter,
get into his head,

and then, um, you know,
we'll take it from there.

Thanks.

You know, I have to say, just
talking to you about this

has made me feel so much better.

Well, what can I say?
I'm here for you.

You pull me
out of the apartment,

you drag me across town
without saying a word,

and then you bring me
to my dad's motel?

Why are you doing this?

Jim: Who is it?

Dad, it's me.

Jim: Why'd you bring him here?

I brought her here, so she
could say good-bye to you.

Well, I guess that means
you told him

about my being on the run.

No, actually, I had
to pry it out of her

'cause of some stupid
sense of loyalty

she has to you, which
you don't deserve.

Don't do this, Billy. Please?

What kind of man are you?

You put your daughter at risk?

I don't care if
your life was in danger.

She could wind up
in the same place

that you had to escape from.

Huh? Did you even think
about that,

you selfish son-of-a-bitch?

Of course, he did. He just
didn't have a choice.

Yeah? Bull.

You're right, son.

And you got a lot
of guts for saying so.

Sam? Come here, darling.

I didn't mean
to bring you into this.

I guess I wasn't thinking about how
much trouble this might cause you.

It's not like that.

Shh, shh. Let me finish.

Now, I want you to go
with this young man here.

I want you to walk out that
door and not look back,

'cause the last thing I want

is for my daughter
to end up like me.

Well, does this mean like,

I'm never going
to see you again?

Yeah, I guess it does.

But maybe it's
for the best, huh?

Now... now, you b*at it
out of here

before I turn
selfish on you again.

Bye, dad.

See you, girl.

Oh, and Sam?

I'm sorry...

For not being a better
father all these years.

So this is an adult
apartment complex.

That's right.

I couldn't help
but notice the pool

with no protective
fencing around it.

Well, we'll probably
move into a house

as soon as we can
once we get the baby.

Mm-hmm. Now, it says here
that you're bar owners?

Yeah. Um... Bar/restaurant.

We serve hamburgers and
fries and stuff like that.

All right. Um, do either
of you have a history

of mental illness
or chronic physical illness?

Nope. No.

Any criminal records, substance abuse
problems, and/or related arrests?

Um... I had a dui once.
It was a long time ago.

It was a dumb, dumb
mistake on my part.

It won't happen again.

How long have you been married?

Just a few months, but we've
known each other for years.

To be honest,
your newlywed status

would be one of my
biggest concerns here.

Too many times, people adopt

before they give their own
relationships enough time

to prepare for the
enormity of child-rearing.

Well, we may not have
10 years behind us,

but we are both very
committed to each other

and having a family.

We, um...

We recently lost a baby
because of a miscarriage,

and we can't have another one.

I'm sorry to hear that.

Look...

Having a family
means everything to us.

I hope you believe that.

I do, Mr. hanson. I really do.

So... I have a few other
things I have to verify,

but I feel confident
we can work something out.

Oh, don't get up.
I'll see myself out.

I'll be in touch.

Thank you.

You know what?

I think we did it.

I think we did it, too.

So, what do we have here?

A patient was brought in

with injuries
sustained in a fight.

No dr*gs or alcohol was found in his
blood, despite his odd behavior.

He was threatening people at a
local diner with a steak Kn*fe.

The thing is, he doesn't
remember any of it.

Hi. Dr. Mancini.

Uh, could you answer a
couple of questions for me?

I guess so.

Great. Um... Do you remember
the fight you were in?

No. Not at all.

Um... Do you remember
being at the diner?

I recall arriving,
but then I woke up here,

and they told me I'd been
acting like a crazy person,

but that just isn't
like me, doctor.

Really. Why is that?

To begin with, I'm a minister.

Doctor, his eeg report just
came in from neurology.

Thank you.

Thank you for your
time, Mr. Barnes.

Let's go out to
the hall, shall we?

Give the man
some peace and quiet.

All right.

All right. Any guesses?

The eeg says it all.

The reason the patient doesn't
remember having a fight

is because he was having a
seizure when it happened.

He has temporal lobe epilepsy,

or rage epilepsy as it's known when
it results in violent behavior.

So, does this mean that he was or
wasn't in control of what he was doing?

You tell me.

Let's take our patient...
An ordinary man,

well respected, admired even.

But during the seizure,

all the filters that keep his
social controls in check,

well, they disappear.

Anger that's been
suppressed leaks out,

resulting in v*olence.

In a sense,
his truer self emerges.

Yeah, this is pretty
serious stuff.

You know, an illness like this

could ruin a... Person's
reputation entirely,

and sadly,
they'd never be the wiser.

Well...

Questions, comments, discussion?

Hey.

Oh. Kyle.

This is an informal contract

covering your investment
in the jazz club.

I had my attorney draw it up.

Oh. You'll be glad you
did, and trust me,

when it comes to money, the more
protected you are, the better.

Which is why I am only
willing to do this

if nobody else can muscle
in further down the road.

Well, who would you
be thinking of?

Well, since you're still
married to good old Dr. burns,

state community property law could
put me into business with him,

and that's not something
I'm too keen on.

Don't be ridiculous.

He'd never be interested
in a venture like this.

Besides, we're in divorce
proceedings as we speak.

In other words,
he's dragging his feet.

No, it's no go until that lying,
cheating husband of yours

is out of the picture.

Well, what about your
lying, cheating wife?

Shouldn't she be
out of the picture too?

Taylor's many things,
but she is not

the money grubber that burns is.

Oh, no, of course not.

She just wouldn't give you
your restaurant back.

You know, if anyone
needs to worry

about being encroached
upon here, it's me,

by that psycho,
husband-stealing wife of yours.

Fine. So we both get divorced.
A.S.A.P.

Well, that'll be a cinch.

And how do you propose
we do that, Einstein?

We get them each to sign
a waiver of appearance,

finalize it in the
Dominican Republic.

That's what my sous chef Mario did.
Was over in 2 days.

And you think they'll sign
just because we asked them to?

They're a couple,
aren't they? Hmm?

We'll get them in the same room.

How will they say no without
hurting each other's feelings?

I say it's time we sit down,
break bread, and break up.

Man: Hoo hoo hoo hoo!

Hello?

It's Jennifer. Oh, thank god.

Where have you been? We were
worried sick about you!

Don't be. I just called to let you
know I'm not lying dead in a ditch.

And you can tell that control freak
brother of mine that I found a job.

A job? Where?

At a neighborhood bar
in the valley.

Oh, and I'm renting an apartment

with one of the other
girls that works here.

Well, listen, give me your
number, 'cause I know

Michael will
want to talk to you.

I can't. The phones
aren't connected yet.

Well, what about
your number at work?

They don't allow
personal calls here.

I'm just sneaking this one.

How about we get together
for lunch instead?

Get your tush back out there.
We got thirsty customers.

I'll be right there.

Close the door
on the way out, would ya?

You got a lot of nerve... a
heck of a lot of nerve!

Hi. Listen, i... i gotta run,

so why don't we meet at that
one restaurant you like?

Tomorrow, 1:00?

Yeah, sure.

Great. I'll see you then.

Hey. Hey.

Thanks for meeting me.

Hope it wasn't too much trouble.

Oh, well, of course not.

Do you mind if we walk?

Sure.

So...

How are you feeling?

Better.

Although I'm sure
that's something

my attorney wouldn't want
me to be telling you.

I know the feeling.

Amanda threatened me
with legal actions today

if I ever spoke to you again.

Really? Why would she care?

Probably because our insurance

isn't going to cover
your lawsuit.

See, a while back,
they told me to replace

the skid strips
on the staircase,

and then my father d*ed.

What can I say?
I kind of... Spaced out.

Huge mistake.

Not only for
the business, but...

For you.

I mean, that's why
you slipped, wasn't it?

No traction on the, uh, steps?

Uh-huh.

You know, the irony is is I'll
pay the biggest price for it.

See, if you succeed,
the company folds.

You know, although Amanda
has other assets...

All I have is d&D.

Whoa, that's...
That's too bad.

I mean, I wish it were just
Amanda taking the fall.

I never really liked her much.

Yeah, it's too bad.
Hey, are you cold?

Would you like my jacket?
No. No, um...

Listen, why don't I try
and talk to Harry

and get him to come down
some in the settlement?

I mean, I am feeling better...

You would do that? For me?

Sure. What the heck?

Thank you, Sydney.
Thank you so much!

You're welcome.
You're welcome so much.

Do you need to
get back right away?

Would you like to
do some more walking?

Yeah, well, I'm pretty sure

that's what these
boots were made for.

Anyway, I thought since the judge
ordered this temporary joint custody...

Pending the final results
of the court case.

As I was saying,
I thought it would be

more comfortable for
everyone concerned

if we discussed
the schedule here.

Not to mention the fact that
Chelsea loves the burgers.

Yeah, last time I stayed with
Matt, we had dinner here a lot.

Well, I'm not a red meat eater.

And I'm surprised,
as a med student,

that you would encourage
Chelsea to be one.

Right. Anyway, let's just
get down to brass tacks.

Denise, since you don't work,

I'll keep Chelsea
over the weekend,

starting Thursday night
through Sunday afternoon.

The rest of the time, she
can stay with you. Fine.

Chelsea, how's that
sound to you?

Dumb. I mean, why do I
have to be carted around

from one place to another just
'cause some judge said so?

Especially when everybody knows

that I would rather
stay with mom anyway.

But, whatever.

Good. Then I guess
we're all agreed.

Good. Come on,
sweetie. Let's go.

Denise, I thought
we'd have dinner.

Matt, this is not the weekend.

And I have no intention
of sharing Chelsea with you

any more than I already have to.

Now, if you'll excuse us,
my daughter and I

are going somewhere
decent to eat.

I'm sort of a
vegetarian now, anyway.

Hey, darlin'!

You scared me half to death.

What are you doing here?

Well, I came to see you,
of course.

You didn't think I was gonna
let it end that way, did you?

With your boyfriend telling me

when I could say good-bye
to my own kid, huh?!

Look, I feel really
badly about it, too,

but the fact is, it's dangerous
for me to be seen with you!

You said so yourself.

Well, just cause I said it
doesn't mean I believe it.

Look, Billy thinks
that we said good-bye,

and I'm not having him
believe any different.

Now, as much as I love you, I can't
sacrifice this relationship!

What about me?! I'm out
here alone, broke!

What am I supposed to do?

Well, I'm sorry, dad. I've
done all that I can do!

Now, just go, please!

This is not right, Sammy.

You don't go choosing
sex over family!

'Cause sex don't last!

But family... That's forever.

You remember that, huh?

I can't help you anymore.

Now, tonight never happened!

I can't help you anymore.

Yeah, I'm glad
you called in sick.

It's not like I had much choice.

Our little celebration went on a
little longer than I thought it would.

In other words, you're drunk.

And you're not?
We have a good reason.

You and I are gonna be parents.

How about that?

I wonder if it'll
actually happen.

Of course it will.
She liked us. A lot.

The interview didn't...
Worry you at all?

No! You were great.

You were honest...
And you were great.

Where'd your lips go?

Go away!

Go get it. Oh... Hey!

Oh, hi.

I left my appointment book here.

Oh, yeah. I haven't seen it.

No. It's right
here. I got it. Oh!

Hey! You all right?

Yeah. I... i slipped.

So, uh, owning a bar has
its effects after all.

Uh... uh... uh... no, we were
just... just celebrating

'cause the interview
went so well.

You're not going to hold
that against us, are you?

To be honest... I don't
think I have a choice.

Good night.

Uh, what do you
think you're doing?

Relaxing. Which is something
you can do now, too.

I saw Sydney last night.

After I specifically
threatened you?

How self-destructive can you be?

I got her to come down on
the settlement amount.

Really? And how did you
accomplish this amazing feat?

I, uh, just talked to her.

You know, I explained
it all in detail,

how potentially damaging it could
be, and she just listened.

Sydney couldn't spell
"listen," much less do it

with any level of comprehension.

Contrary to popular belief,

see, she's actually very
smart and very sweet.

The truth is, is that, uh,

she's misunderstood by most people...
Especially you.

What'd she do, throw
pixie dust in your face?

This woman has a history of
opportunism a mile long.

She's not gonna take less money
just 'cause you ask her to.

Why would she?
Because she likes me.

In fact, she might even love me.
Oh!

Well, there really is no
accounting for taste, is there?

Either way, I'll
believe it when I see it.

Oh, you'll see it. Soon.

Until then, why not
practice saying thanks?

I know how hard it is
for you to say it.

You're moving around
pretty good these days.

Be sure not to
do that in public.

Yeah. That's kind of what I wanted
to talk to you about today.

See... I've never been
entirely comfortable

with this whole
settlement thing, and...

Well, heck, since I am
sort of on the mend,

I would like nothing more

than to drop the amount
of the settlement

to cover only what's fair.

We're talking about
$5 million here.

Oh... Is this about
that fields character?

The one that's been
pouring on all the tlc?

Tch. You think he's doing
this 'cause he likes you?

He's doing it
for the money, honey.

Even... If that's true,
it wouldn't matter.

I won't be able
to live with myself

if this bogus
lawsuit goes through.

So as your client,
I'm instructing you

to drop the settlement to $50,000.
Period. End of discussion.

Now listen up.
We're going after 5 mil,

and if you try and stop it,
I go to the cops with proof

that you set out to purposely
fall and defraud d&D.

That is ridiculous! You're
the one who approached me.

Proof? There's no proof.

Dummied up some documents. I always
do when I work with a new client.

Anyway... I tell the police
that I thought you were legit.

When I found out otherwise,
I just had to come forward.

I mean... I couldn't
live with myself

if this bogus lawsuit
went through.

You know, you are even
scummier than you look.

You'll be in jail, Syd.

And I guarantee you one thing...

Craig fields ain't gonna visit.

It's low-key, but the customers are nice.
And they tip great.

So maybe Michael did me a
favor by kicking me out.

Made me luck into a good job.

So... You can stop
snowing me any time now.

This is some kind of
strip joint, isn't it?

I mean, that's what it
sounded like to me.

Oops. Busted.

It's this place on sunset,
but I'm just a waitress,

so you don't have to go
blabbing the rest to Michael.

It's not as bad as it sounds.

Jennifer...

Before I married your brother,

I was a hooker. What?

I was, um, high end
by the time I quit,

but I started out
in the streets.

And a lot of the girls I
knew started out stripping.

Does Michael know? Yeah.

It's, uh... too long of a
story to go into right now.

Anyway, the issue is you.

You've had this kind of
job before, haven't you?

You were a hooker? Yes.

And you've worked in
strip joints before.

So what if I have?

So... maybe you should
ask yourself why.

I already know...
Michael got

all the success genes
in the family.

Look, I'm not... I'm not kidding.
I'm serious.

Look, you wanna know why I do what I do?
Join the club.

Maybe it's because I get
in people's way, Megan.

I mean, I did at the
beach house, right?

It's like my whole life...
I'm a walking mistake.

At least that's how I've
been treated by everybody,

and after a while, you figure maybe...
Everyone's got a point.

And who is everybody?
Your family, some guy?

Kyle? He was the worst.

It might have been
because I was young, but...

I believed Kyle
more than anybody.

Everything he said to me was some
kind of... Hope or something.

It's probably why
I didn't see it coming...

His going back to his wife.

And then he just... Turned away.

Like it never happened.

And when he did, he took
it all with him...

My job, my friends, my hope.

I'm, uh... I'm sorry
he did that to you.

Why? He did me a favor.

See, I may not hang around the
classiest guys in the world,

but at least I don't
get lied to anymore.

And that's all that matters.
Know what I mean?

Yeah.

I guess I do.

Yeah. May I help you?

I'm detective Stevenson.
This is detective Walker.

We'd like to ask you
a few questions.

Sure. Listen, if this is about
the Sydney Andrews lawsuit...

Actually, we're here
about Jim Reilly.

Oh. My girlfriend's father.
Yeah. What about him?

Have you seen him recently?

No. I've never met him. Why?

He's escaped from
Maryland state pen.

Managed to slip away during a work
detail about a month ago. Wow.

Yeah, well, Sam told me
that he was in prison,

but she hasn't heard
from him in years.

They weren't exactly close.

No letters, no phone calls?

Nothing. No. So I don't think
he would try to see her,

if that's what you're thinking.
You know...

I mean, that would be kind of
stupid, considering she'd be

the first person you guys
would go check out, you know?

Just let us know if he tries to
contact either of you. Sure.

Listen, although dinner has
been a real treat tonight,

why don't we get to the
point of the evening?

Would someone, please?

Well, seeing that you and Taylor
are living together, Pete,

and seeing that Amanda and myself,
independent of each other,

are moving on with our
lives, we figured, hey,

wouldn't it be a lot easier
if we all just got divorced?

Since when has my marital status
been any concern of yours?

It just simplifies
things, Peter.

We've already settled on the
division of the property.

Why wait for the courts?

These are waiver
of appearance forms.

A quick trip to
the Dominican Republic,

and we are all free
of each other.

Personally, I'm all for it.

Makes it that much
easier for you and me

to get hitched, right, baby?

You're sleeping
with him, aren't you?

I mean, isn't that a little
incestuous, even for you, Amanda?

You know, not that it
makes any difference,

but there is nothing romantic
going on between us.

I'm not signing.

Honey, I just signed.
So should you.

I knew I could count on
your autograph, Taylor,

considering how desperate you are
to hang on to Dr. burns here.

Shut up, Kyle!

I can't believe how sexually
undiscerning, Amanda.

I mean, first Craig
and now Kyle?

I mean, you're losing ground.
It's almost slutty!

Hey, that's a lady
you're talking to.

Oh, that's funny... the male
slut defending the female slut!

Better a slut
than a conniving bitch.

Or worse, a conniving bitch
in some ugly-ass clothes.

Well, talk about taste,
look at you.

You go from a chief-of-staff
to boffing a hash slinger?

Okay, you know what? Fine. Fine.

We make love every night all
night, and it is great.

Feel better? Or do you need
to see it with your own eyes?

Mmm...

Obvious, isn't it? It's
over between us, Peter.

Sign the paper.

Peter, sign it!

All right. Done. You know,
as far as I'm concerned,

I've only been married once,
and that was to Beth.

Everything after that...
A waste of time.

Ha! Forget it, Kyle.
I'm selling mine.

Wow. Ha.

Well, not quite how I'd
imagined it, but it worked.

You surprised me
with that kiss, though.

Oh, don't read anything into it.

If the busboy were any closer,
I woulda kissed him, too.

Okay.

All right, call me as
soon as you get there,

and keep your eyes open.

Mom, I'll be fine. Don't worry.

Oh, I almost forgot.
You left this upstairs.

And remember, write it all down.

You ready to go?

Sure.

I love you, honey.

Call me.

She'll be fine.

She'd better be.

I know how unsettling
this must be for you.

You don't like
my mother, do you?

No, it's not so much that...
it's just I'm not sure

she can provide the
best lifestyle for you.

I mean, I knew your mother when she
was first married to my brother.

And to be honest, she was
a bit of a free spirit.

I mean, she could have changed.
She could have changed.

All right, I'm not going to do this.
I'm not gonna...

I'm not gonna sit here
and badmouth your mom,

because I don't want to put you

any further into the middle
than you already are.

It's not fair, right? Right.

Hey... You're home early.

What are you doing?

That's it.

No more vodka. No more beer.
No more anything.

Oh, Jake, come on.
What's the matter?

Don't! No! I said no!

Jake, why are you doing this?

Come on if it's
about the interview,

we can try again,
go to another place.

That's not gonna happen, Alison.

I went to talk to the
lady at the adoption agency

and asked her to give us
another chance... she won't.

She did a background
check on us,

and I guess it made us
look even worse.

I guess she thinks
you're an alcoholic.

Oh, god. Oh, god, it's
my fault, isn't it?

For not staying sober.

I should have stopped...

It's not just you.
We were both drunk.

We've both been in some kind of downward
spiral ever since we lost the baby.

I mean, look at us. Look at
what we do with each other.

Look at where we work.
Look at where we live!

It's like we're in some
kind of a sinkhole.

And I'm the dead weight.

Don't. Don't blame yourself.

It's everything.
It's everything around us!

What happened, Jake? Why
did we lose our way?

Maybe we don't belong here.

Maybe we need to just
get out of this place.

Yeah. Yeah, maybe we do.

Do you recognize
this individual?

He's the father of
one of my tenants.

So you're acquainted
with Jim Reilly.

Well, he stayed with Billy
and Sam for a while.

What's the problem?

Do you know where
Mr. Campbell is?

At a client meeting.

Would you mind telling
me what's going on?

How you doing, Gilbert?

Just great.

Mr. Campbell.

Yeah...

What are you...

Sorry. I had to
tell them what I knew.

Mr. Campbell,
you're under arrest

for aiding and abetting
a known felon.

You have the right
to remain silent.

Anything you say can and
will be used against you.

This is wrong! I'm telling
you, this is wrong!

Are you still stung over Kyle and
Amanda's fairy tale romance?

Would you quit distracting me

and act like the adoring
accessory that you are?

I'm trying to
memorize a speech here.

Excuse me.

Hey, kids. You mind
if I join you guys?

The wife had other
plans, so I'm here stag.

Only if you keep your trap shut.

What's with him?

He's memorizing
his precious speech.

May I have
your attention please?

Welcome to a very
special evening.

Tonight, we honor Wilshire memorial's
25 years of medical service

to the great
city of Los Angeles.

And to begin our tribute,
I would like to introduce

our own chief-of-staff,
Dr. Peter burns.

Good luck, dear.

Thank you.

Good evening,
ladies and gentlemen.

Look at him. On top of
the world, isn't he?

Yep. All these people think
he's the world's greatest guy.

Yeah. It wasn't always
like that, was it?

That's right... when I first came
to L.A., Peter was a broken man.

It was the only time he was
really nice to you, too.

What's your point?

Well, think about it.

He only treated you well
when he was down and out.

And then, when things started
getting better for him,

he started getting meaner and weirder.
Am I right?

Yeah. So?

So... All we have to do

is knock him down
a couple of pegs.

You mean bring him down to a
manageable level of failure.

More like rock bottom. And I got a
pretty good idea how to do that.

Thank you.

Hey, look, I need
to get a lawyer,

and I'm supposed to
get a phone call, okay?

You'll get your chance after booking.
Now keep moving!

Come on. Sam!

Billy!

Hey! All right, move it, Campbell.
Come on.