06x23 - A Christine Runs Through It

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Oh, this is out of control. Nick,
why did you have to k*ll her?

What are you talking about? She
hit her head. It was an accident.

Yeah, but the cops
aren't gonna know that.

Oh, my God,
what are we gonna do?

Your fingerprints are all over the body
and... and I'm an accessory and...

oh, I can't go to jail.
I cannot do time, I...

Shut up and listen to me!

From now on, we do this
my way, you understand?

You do what I say.

Now get in the car.

Hello. Reservation for
a Mr. and Mrs. McBride.

Oh...
We've been expecting you.

The honeymoon suite, right?
Yeah.

You got us the honeymoon suite?

Yeah, I got it for tonight, a year from
tonight, and every year after that.

There's a small problem,
however.

Uh, we had a late checkout

and the suite won't be ready
for another half hour.

Oh. But I'm ready now.

Well, you know, actually,
I'm kind of hungry.

Uh, is your restaurant
still open?

I believe they are still serving
in the upstairs lounge.

Come on. You know, you didn't have
to get us the honeymoon suite.

I'd be happy with any suite.

You know, you're
just gonna have to

keep that motor of yours running
for another half an hour.

Come on.

Now, I know how
you hate surprises,

but you know, I figured a
little music, a little dinner.

And the guys were happy to do it.
I couldn't help myself.

You're forgiven.
This time.

After you, Mrs. McBride.

There's Christine's
rental car right there.

Let's go over this
one more time.

Okay. I'm gonna drive my car to the train
tracks where Kyle rescued Christine,

and you're gonna
follow in her car.

Right.

But I can't drive with a
car with a body in it,

because if the cops pull me
over, I'm gonna lose it.

Okay, okay. You can drive Christine's car.
I'll take yours.

We'll meet in Glendale, okay?

Go, go.

Hello? Taylor, it's Peter. I
need to get a hold of Kyle.

Well, he's on his honeymoon.

Come on now.
It's an emergency.

You know what hotel
he's staying at?

I don't know. You know,
I don't think you should be

bothering Kyle
and Amanda right now.

They're probably quite busy.

Okay. Have you seen
Christine by any chance?

I heard she went
back to New Mexico.

Peter, listen, uh,
you're breaking up, uh...

I'm going into a garage. Bye.

Ooh, put me down, yes.

Uh-huh. And I'll rip
your clothes off.

Oh, okay.

Ooh, after I get the door.

No, I don't think
we want any, uh...

Excuse me folks, hi.
Hello.

Telephone message
for Mrs. McBride.

And your luggage.

Now, who was it?

Um, the office, wishing
us the best. Hmm.

Well, thank you very much to them.
Now, where were we?

Oh yeah, you were about
to rip my clothes off.

I need a minute.

I bought some
sensational lingerie for you.

Well, you know, I thought tonight that
we could have a no clothes policy.

Oh, but half the fun is
unwrapping the present.

So, why don't you take
a quick shower,

and when you come out,
I'll be all ready for you.

Okay. If that's
what you want.

Just remember that I'll be in the shower,
unwrapped, naked, if you get lonely.

Birthday suit.

Outside line.

McBride.

It's an emergency. A woman's
going to commit su1c1de.

Amanda.

Hello.
Kyle, it's Peter.

Christine escaped
from the hospital.

How could that happen?

I don't know, but just in case
she shows up at your hotel...

Listen, I'm gonna
have to call you back.

Okay, what do we do now?

Wait minutes
for the next train.

All I'm asking is that you send a cruiser
out to the train tracks near the V.A.

That's right, Glendale.

Christine Denton.
Why do I...

why do I have to
explain this over and over?

Hey, where's Christine?

Amanda.

The message wasn't from
the office, it was from her.

She's threatening to
k*ll herself again.

Why didn't you tell me that?

I... because I didn't want her
to wreck our wedding night.

I thought if I called
the police, they...

Forget about it.
We've gotta find her.

Okay, here we go.

Come on, Taylor.

I can't believe she's dead.

I never meant
for this to happen.

Yeah, yeah, yeah. We'll talk about
it later. Come on, let's go.

Christine!

Oh, my God, she did it.

She did it.

♪ Locked inside
my empty room ♪

♪ Just waiting for your call ♪

♪ Cold and numb from
staring into the wall ♪

♪ So maybe it's a game
we play ♪

♪ For you to make me crawl ♪

♪ But nothing seems
to change for me at all ♪

♪ Is it good enough
for you ♪

♪ To believe me ♪

♪ But you expect me
to be true ♪

♪ So don't deceive me ♪

♪ Hey, come and take me ♪

♪ I'm holding out
for you ♪

♪ Say you won't make ♪

♪ Come crawling
after you ♪

♪ Hey, come and take me ♪

♪ I'm holding out
for you ♪

♪ Say you won't make me ♪

♪ Come crawling
after you ♪
♪

Mr. McBride.
Yeah.

Looks like a su1c1de.

After the victim left the hospital,
she must have gone back to the motel,

picked up her car,
and drove it here.

Be available for questioning.

Yeah, sure.

Why did you lie to me?

About what?

About the note you got at the
hotel, the message from Christine.

Why couldn't you just tell
me that it was from her?

Because I've been lying to
you about everything lately.

I don't get it,
I don't understand.

There was a letter written
to you from Christine,

but I know she wanted
me to see it

because she said that
she slept with you.

Amanda, I swear...

I know you didn't sleep with
her, just let me finish.

So, I tore it up and I went
to see her at the hospital.

And?

And I threw our wedding
in her face,

and I told her that if she
showed up in our lives again,

that I'd k*ll her.

I'm just as guilty as you are.

I thought by keeping
Christine in Los Angeles,

that I could somehow prevent
her from taking her life.

You could've if I hadn't gone
to a woman on su1c1de watch

and screamed at her that she didn't
have the guts to k*ll herself.

I mean, I drove her to this.

I might as well have
sh*t her between the eyes.

No, don't say that.
Don't say that.

Let's go home.

Samantha: I'm now
a full-blown adulteress.

Define full-blown.

I went over to Jeff's to deliver a gift
basket, and I ended up in bed with him.

Again.

Well, I guess that means
you made your decision.

No. God, I still love
Billy with all my heart.

I don't know why
it happened, I mean, I do...

I'm so attracted to Jeff.

But it's not about Billy, it's about
these carnal urges I can't control.

Can I come in?
We gotta talk.

Hey, Billy.
Guess who's here.

Sam.

What do you need
to talk to Jennifer about?

You.

Yeah, just wanted
to know if she'd seen you.

Wanted to know if
you wanted to carpool.

Oh, no. I have to go to the
mall after work, remember?

No, I don't. Oh, must
have slipped my mind.

Well, I gotta go to work.
See you guys.

I should be leaving too.

You guys have a good day.

Don't just stand there, help me.

Christine's dead, and you
want me to handle her stuff?

I didn't peg you
for the queasy type.

It's not about an
upset stomach, Nick.

It's about someone being alive
hours ago, and now they're not.

Now, it would be one thing
if she was suicidal,

but she was a damn imposter.
I mean, we did this to her.

She was like lamb being
led to slaughter.

Will you chill? I am trying to keep
Kyle and the cops off our back here.

What, by getting rid of everything
that connects us to her?

Yeah.

Is it that easy for you, Nick?

To just throw out some papers and her
clothes and that's the end of it?

Because I can't stop
seeing her face.

The fear, her struggling to get
away from us, to get to Kyle.

And you know what? I can't do this anymore.
I'm outta here.

You ain't going anywhere, doll!

You know, I've done a lot of not so nice
things in my life. And I've covered it up,

and I've gotten past it, but I have
never k*lled a person, and I just...

You are in this up to
your pretty little neck,

so you pull yourself
together, damn it!

I am not taking a fall for this.

Nick, she's dead.

That's right, because she
had to sh**t off her mouth.

And I'd keep yours closed if you
don't want to end up just like her.

You got me?
Yeah.

You're right. Just lost
my head for a second.

I'll do whatever
you want me to do.

Cause we're
in this together, right?

Whoa, where you going?

It's after : . Billy's going
to be home from his meeting.

Wait a minute, we didn't
even get a chance to talk.

What's to talk about? We're great in
bed, and lying to Billy is getting easy.

Aw, come on, Sam,
this isn't you talking.

Now, if you've got a problem with
this, you gotta let me know.

It is what it is.

I can't talk about this right now
because I have to take a shower.

To my bride and the long lifetime
that we are going to have together.

I should get that.

No, no, I got it.

I just heard about Christine.
It is so awful.

That poor woman, she was
living in New Mexico,

just minding her own business.

Oh, I swear I never
meant to upset Amanda.

I really am sincerely, genuinely
concerned about you guys.

Well, thank you for your genuine and
sincere concern, and good night.

Come on, Amanda. That was about
what it's always about, Taylor.

No, it wasn't. I can't take anymore.
I'm going to bed.

Peter: What makes you think that
I can get through to Amanda?

Because she won't listen to me.

I mean, she's almost irrational.

She thinks that she is responsible
for Christine's death.

Now, come on, Christine
was a walking time b*mb.

I mean, you had her on su1c1de
watch for God's sake.

Well, I actually thought
she was doing better.

She seemed more focused, like
she'd made some decisions.

She knew what she wanted
to do with her life.

Then Amanda came to
see her and...

And what? Well, she basically
crushed her spirit.

There is nothing that you or I
can do for Christine anymore.

Tell me you'll talk to Amanda.

Kyle... Would you at
least lie to her, then?

Hell, it was your idea to
go ahead with this wedding.

I thought you gave
a damn about us.

I do.
Then?

All right, I'll call her.
I'll see what I can do.

Thanks.

Come on, you're going to be
late for the staff meeting.

Oh, I really wanted to get these
sketches done for Digby Dog Food.

You know, you couldn't wait
to go to these meetings

when Jeff Baylor was
the topic of discussion.

Samantha Reilly.

Jeff: Hey. I've been
thinking about us all day.

What we need is to get away,
get away from L.A.,

away from your husband.
How's San Diego sound, huh?

You name the place,
I don't care.

It's a really exciting idea,
but I'm late for a meeting.

Who is it?

It's the
V.P. from Digby Dog Food.

Sam, I can't be the
other man in your life.

Not the way I feel.
Sam, are you there?

Tell him you'll call him back.

Can I put you on hold?

You know what, go ahead. This is
going to take longer than I thought.

Hurry up. Amanda's not gonna
be there and I need you.

Okay.

Sorry, that was
Billy at my desk.

No, no, I'm sorry. I shouldn't
have called you at the office.

It's okay.

So, I really want to go away with you too,
but I don't know how I'm gonna do it.

What am I gonna tell Billy?

I don't know. I've never been in
love with a married woman before.

That's the problem, isn't it?

I'm married to a guy that I was
in love with before I met you.

I have to go, I'll
try and call you later.

I guess you finally got my
messages, I called you times.

I'm not here to see you,
I'm here to see Christine.

You know, she got hit by a freight
train, there's nothing to see.

Let me buy you a cup of coffee.

What's the problem? I just wanna
make peace with the woman,

and say I'm sorry.

How do you take
your coffee these days?

Kyle came by
the condo this morning.

And as someone who
cares about you a lot,

I wanna tell you to quit blaming
yourself for what happened.

If I hadn't yelled at her in the
hospital, she'd still be alive.

You don't know that, Amanda,
and you never will,

so stop b*ating yourself up about
this and admit you're human.

You made a mistake.
Everybody makes mistakes.

I know who I am,
and I know what I did.

But thanks for the pep talk. I'll make
sure to tell Kyle you follow orders well.

Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah.
Keep your pants on.

Nick, a detective came
to the restaurant

asking me all kinds of
questions about Christine.

Where we met, how close we were,

and did I know
she was still in L.A.

So what?

All you had to do is tell
them you don't know squat.

They know, Nick, the cops know.

What are you doing?

Getting out of
this screwed up town.

Oh, you're not gonna desert me.

Not that I wouldn't be
sorry to see you go,

but I am not gonna
be left holding the bag.

The bag is buried, a girl
I cared about is dead,

and I can't stand to look
at your face anymore.

But you said we were
in this together,

and that I was supposed
to stop with my guilt,

which I am trying to do,

but, Nick, I've got this
girl's blood on my hands.

My God, I don't even
know her real name.

Tiffany Hart.

next month.

She was a chorus girl in Vegas when
we met in an off-the-strip joint.

Face got all screwed up
in this car wreck,

which goes to prove I should
never drink and drive.

Oh, my God, I didn't know. Yeah.

I owed her. I figured, uh, this was a way
I could make up for some of the pain...

No, I can't listen to this anymore.
We owe this to her.

We have to go to
the cops and confess.

I told you before
to keep your trap shut!

Otherwise, I'll have one
more loose end to tie up,

and trust me, I will
not hesitate to do it.

You hear me?
Uh-huh.

I can't believe what I'm hearing.
Our marriage is not cursed.

Why would you even think that?

Because it's true.

Christine tried to k*ll herself the
first time we were gonna get married,

and then, the second time...

You know, what do you say we declare a
moratorium on the Christine conversations?

You loved her,
and now she's dead,

and you don't wanna
talk about it?

You know, I don't know how
to get through to you.

Why don't you start
by telling me the truth?

You haven't said one honest or
true feeling since she d*ed.

Okay, you know what?
Yeah, I do.

I think that you are partially
responsible for Christine's su1c1de.

If you would've been honest
with me, shown me that letter

and not gone to the damn hospital,
maybe she would be alive.

But she's not.

And you and I are married. And
we can get through this thing.

I don't think so.

Christine is a bigger problem for
us dead than she ever was alive.

Amanda, please.

No, I don't wanna be touched.

What I want is to be left alone.

You're being ridiculous.

All the more reason for you to sleep
in your own apartment tonight.

These cr*ck of the dawn visits
are getting to be a drag.

I'm sorry.

I just don't know what to do. Jeff's
pressuring me to go away with him.

Away?
Like, permanently?

No. No, just for the night.

Out of town.

He's tired of being
the other guy in my life.

He's only been the other guy
for, what, a couple of days now?

I know, but our relationship
is so intense.

I mean, I know that it's
just an affair,

but it just doesn't
feel like one, you know?

Even though I do feel
badly lying to Billy.

But the poor guy is injured, and he must
be feeling just awful about his career.

He is. And he wants
to be with me so much.

And it would just be one day out of
an entire lifetime with Billy, right?

You know, I could go on
a business trip or...

or something, yeah,
of yours and Coop's.

Tomorrow?

Yeah.

And you're sure
this is what you want?

Yeah, I am.

Okay.

Where do you want to
sleep tomorrow night?

San Diego?

One trip to San Diego coming up.

Kyle?

If there's anything
I can do, you know,

if you wanna take a few days
off, I'll cover for you.

Taking a few days off is not
gonna bring Christine back,

and it is definitely not gonna
fix my marriage with Amanda.

Listen, Kyle, if you're blaming
yourself, you should stop

because you did everything
humanly possible

to help Christine
get her life back on track.

I didn't mean
that kind of track.

Um, I...

That was not a joke, really.

Okay, I know, I know. You know, and I
don't blame myself, I blame Amanda.

I mean, I probably shouldn't
have told her that,

but, I mean, she dared
Christine to k*ll herself.

Well, maybe you shouldn't
blame Amanda either.

I mean, you didn't
really know Christine.

What do you mean?

What I mean is, sometimes you
think you know somebody.

And you don't really
know them inside.

I mean, take your friend Nick.

You thought he was your best bud, and
look what a rat he turned out to be.

Why are you bringing Nick up?

I don't know.

I'm just trying to
be here for you.

But if I said anything
wrong, I apologize.

Kyle, listen, you should know that
my heart is in the right place.

Um, I better go. Mario's
in the kitchen by himself.

Just keep your chin up, okay?

Yeah.

Yeah.

Billy: Yeah,
I'm still holding.

You wanted to
see me. Why?

Um...

Reason number one,
you're my wife, I miss you.

Reason number is
I have a surprise.

Why? It's not my birthday or
our anniversary or anything.

Just open it.

I got it for the gala committee
awards dinner tomorrow night.

You like it?

I like it, it's beautiful.

Tomorrow night, Billy,
I have to go to San Diego.

Since when?

Well, I just got the call. I have to
meet Jennifer and Coop's distributor,

and go over the artwork
for their new campaign.

This dinner is more important.

The award is for family values.
You are my family.

I need you to be there with me.

Well, what else can I say besides
business before pleasure?

Your job comes
before our marriage?

You know it doesn't.

You're right.
I'm sorry.

Well, I'll talk to Amanda, maybe
she can get somebody else to go.

Oh, its my artwork,
it's my campaign.

Why don't you take Jennifer?

Jennifer?
Why would I take her?

Well, why not?

I mean, she doesn't have
anybody in her life right now,

and she's a good friend of mine.

I don't see any harm in it.

Why don't you just call her?

All right, I'll think about it.

Okay.

Thank you for the dress.

Hello?

Samantha: Oh, thank God
you're home.

We have a catastrophe
in the making.

Billy has an awards dinner
tomorrow night, and thanks to you,

I'm gonna be
in San Diego with Jeff.

And now Billy's all
upset that I'm not gonna go.

So I told him to invite you.

Wait, let me get this straight.

You're asking me to be
your husband's date?

Yeah, I know, I'm sorry. I know
black tie dinners are a bore,

but I need to see Jeff.

Stop selling... if Billy asks,
I'll say yes.

As a matter of fact,
getting all dressed up

and going to
a party sounds like fun.

Catastrophe averted.

How did you get in here?

I'm a resourceful guy, remember?

Besides, I wanted to make sure
you had your wits about you.

Oh, I have my wits about me.
I'm rock solid.

That little breakdown I had in the
hotel, that was just a temporary lapse.

The old take-no-prisoners, only-care-about-yourself
Taylor is back in top form.

So thanks for checking
on me, and goodbye.

Trying to get rid of me?

Listen, I'm in a hurry. I
spilled something on my blouse,

I just need to change it, okay?

Who is it?

It's Kyle.
I need to talk to you.

I'll slip out
the bathroom window.

Kyle: Come on,
Taylor, open up.

Hi.
Hey.

I got a question for you.
Uh-huh?

What did you mean earlier when you said
that I didn't really know Christine?

What kind of person she was?

Oh, I just meant that there was a
lot of water under your bridges,

and a lot of years had gone
by, and people change.

No, what you said,
I'm gonna quote you here.

You said I didn't
really know Christine

just like I didn't
really know Nick,

who turned out to be a rat.

Well, I don't know
what I meant, I just...

I was trying
to make you feel better,

and obviously I failed.

Uh-huh.

You know, if you're lying
to me, I will find out.

Come on, Kyle, I would never keep
anything from you. You know that.

Right.

Discussion's not over.

Thanks for talking Peter into
giving me that interview.

For the staff job
at the E.R.

Yeah, well, with your
clinic in the toilet,

I thought I didn't want to leave
you jobless and in the street.

Not to mention that
you did owe me, I mean,

I did let you talk me into making that
huge cash donation to the church.

You're not going to go causing any
trouble or anything, now are you?

You know, you really are an
annoying person, Taylor. Excuse me.

Coop.

I thought you were helping
mike with his resume tonight.

We finished early.
What about your meeting?

It got canceled, so I stopped
in here for takeout,

but I still don't understand why
you're having dinner with this guy.

Michael: Well,
a person has to eat.

Even if her boyfriend is out
of town with his ex-wife.

Why don't you sit down
and join us?

Yeah, then the of us can all share
our feelings and, uh, maybe a dessert.

Thanks.

But I think I'll go upstairs and have
a couple of stiff drinks instead.

See you at home
later on tonight.

Hey. Isn't it kind of late for
you to be out on a school night?

I need a favor.

You want me to help
with some new ad campaign.

I'm gonna start charging
you for my services.

It's not about work,
not exactly.

Are you free tomorrow night?

Depends.

Uh, I got an awards dinner.

And Sam's gonna be out of town.

I'd be happy to be your date.

It's not a date.
It was Sam's idea.

And it's black tie.

Not a problem.

I can dig up something to wear.
Okay.

See you tomorrow night.

Every time I run into you in a
bar, I end up drinking too much.

Why is that?

Because when the booze peels away the
utter contempt we have for one another,

we're basically bookends.

That's a frightening thought.

Well, think about it. We have the
same taste in women, in booze,

and if we had the choice between
poverty or the high life,

we both agree there'd
be no choice, right?

Wrong.

Some things in life have more
value than dollars and cents.

Really, like what?

Like love.

Coming from a man
who married for money.

You guys, I'm sorry, but last
call was a half an hour ago,

and I wanna go home.
So sink your drinks.

You wanna know
how much I love Megan?

I'll tell you how much.

million bucks worth,
that's how much.

million bucks?

Yep.

Because according to
old man Sterling's will,

if I remarry Lexi within a year,

that's how much I'd inherit.

Giving it all up for love.

You saying you're not
even tempted by the idea?

You kidding me? For million
bucks, wouldn't you be?

But, see, that's why
I'm telling you this.

Because, if... if you somehow
got back together with Lexi,

then that would just, like,
KO the temptation.

So what do you say, Pete?

Help out your partner,
your friend?

I don't even know
how to answer that.

Well, I mean, it's not like it's that
tough of a decision, unless of course,

you don't care for Lexi anymore,
unless it's... it's over.

Well, it's not over.

So don't go out and buy
that Ferrari just yet.

Always told you, doll,

lock the front door first.

First my apartment, and now the restaurant.
What if Kyle sees us?

Ah, he left over an hour ago.

Just you and me.

Come on.

One last toast
before I hit the road.

Sure.

Oh, not so fast, I got a toast.

To the best partner in crime
a guy ever had.

Hmm. Gonna miss
you, Taylor.

Yeah, I'm gonna
miss you too, Nick.

You don't have to do that, that's
why we've got a dishwasher.

Ah, I don't mind.

What, are you a clean
freak all of a sudden?

Yeah...

I like my life clean...

and neat.

Nick.

Figured I'd make it
look like a robbery.

Give it up, Taylor, give it up!

Taylor? Taylor, are you still here?
The door was open.

Listen, uh, I think I left
my resume on the table.

Taylor?

Is that you?

Taylor, is that you?

Damn.

Taylor. Taylor,
what the hell happened?

He threw me against
the wall, left me for dead.

Oh, Jesus.
Oh, my head.

All right, hang on, hang on,
I'm gonna call .

No, no hospital, no hospital.
Too many questions.

They'll want to know
why Nick tried to k*ll me.

Nick? Who's Nick?

Michael, please, help me.
Kyle can't find out.

Okay, okay. I know where to take you.
Come on. Come on.

Taylor: Where am I? You're at my clinic.
Lie still, okay?

I've taken some X-rays. There are no
fractures. But you do have a concussion.

So I want you to take it easy for a couple of
days, and if there are no complications...

What complications?

Internal bleeding, Taylor, but you're
probably going to make a full recovery.

I just want to observe
you for a few days.

Now look, um, I'm late for
a meeting with Peter,

so you rest and I'll
be back in an hour.

No, I gotta get outta town too.

Michael, Nick can't find me!

Taylor, Taylor, you're not gonna get
very far with that bump on your head.

Michael, you don't understand.

I know I don't, so why don't
you explain it to me, huh?

Okay. It was all so innocent
at first, you know,

I was just trying to break
Amanda and Kyle up.

Again?

Yes, again.

Well, I made the mistake of asking Kyle's
ex-marine buddy, Nick, to help me.

See, he found this woman.

And she looked just like this woman
that Kyle used to be involved with,

but she ended up dead.

But I didn't do it.
I swear I didn't do it.

And now I'm a loose end
that Nick wants to tie up,

and, well, if I go to the cops,

I'm gonna be an accessory.
To m*rder.

Well, I was hoping for manslaughter,
or just accidental whatever.

Wow, okay. Taylor, um, how do you
get yourself into these jams?

Michael, listen,
you gotta get me outta town.

Please?
My life is in your hands.

Okay, okay.
I'm begging you.

Michael, please, I'm begging
you, begging you, begging you.

All right, I'll help you.

Because I know what it's like
to be in over your head.

Okay, let's... let's just
think for a sec, ok?

Ok...

So, if someone other than me had
found you at the restaurant,

they would've called .

And the paramedics would've taken you
to the E.R. at Wilshire Memorial.

So it figures that's where
Nick will be looking for you.

The hospital.
That's right.

It's my turf.

And I can still scam
guest privileges there,

so you don't have
anything to worry about.

I can take care of Nick.

Oh, Michael,
thank you, thank you.

Yeah, forget the gratitude, will ya?
This is not a freebie.

I mean, I'll save your hide,

but, uh, it's gonna
cost you, big time.

Coop had to take a call.

He asked me to give you this.

Sugar, no cream.

Yes, thank you.

I miss you.

I miss you too.

What do you suggest
we do about that?

For the next hours, you are
not gonna do anything alone.

I love you, Sam.

Don't.

Move in with me.

Leave Billy.

Come on, what's
it gonna be, Sam?

I was paged?

Uh, yes, Doctor, that man's been
asking about one of your patients,

Taylor McBride, even though I have no
record of her being admitted to the E.R.

Which I hope you
didn't tell him.

No, Doctor, your instructions
were very specific.

Say nothing and inform you immediately
if anybody made an inquiry.

Thank you.

Excuse me.

Excuse me,
I'm Dr. Mancini,

I treated Taylor McBride last night.
Thank you. Thanks.

Um, are you, uh,
a friend or a relative?

Yeah, I'm an old friend of the family's.
Uh, so how's she doing?

Well, I'm afraid
I have some bad news.

Mrs. McBride
didn't make it.

She'd dead?

Cause of death was an
intracerebral hemorrhage.

I guess someone broke into the
restaurant and she put up a fight.

But there were no
fingerprints or witnesses,

so they'll never catch the guy.

Um, so, is there
anything I can do?

No, no, Doc, you've been great.

And, uh, thanks
for cushioning the blow.

Taylor was a one of a kind.
Oh, she sure was.

Yeah.
Oh, uh, it's that way.

Oh, thanks.

Never expected somebody so
young to kick the bucket.

But, I guess everybody's got
their demons, right? Yeah.

Mind if I look
around a little bit?

You paid the bill.

So, what are you
looking for, exactly?

An answer.

To hell with you
and your su1c1de crap.

Besides, I don't think you have
the guts to k*ll yourself.

Christine!

Oh, my God, she did it.

What are you talking about?

All those dance
lessons paid off.

Yeah, I noticed.
Here you go. Thanks.

Wow, it has been a long time since
I've been out with a winner.

I had a fantastic time.
I don't know how to thank you.

I should be thanking you.
The agency wins awards,

and you were the only one
here to share it with me.

I don't give a damn
about Amanda,

but Sam could've
changed her plans.

You know, I'm just not
a priority to her these days.

I'm glad I could
be here for you.

Valet: Here you are, sir.

Ma'am.

I don't want this
evening to end.

It doesn't have to.

This is a hotel.
Maybe they have a room.