07x09 - Where the Hookers Grow

[bunniefuu]

All right, watch your end.

All right, respiration...

I want to go with
him in the ambulance.

I'm afraid that's not possible.

We have some questions.

We already explained, we
thought there was an intruder.

The door was open
and I heard a noise.

Daly, escort these gentlemen
back up to the apartment

and get a full statement.

Let's go.

Ms. Woodward, I am assuming

that the handgun you
used belongs to you.

Is that correct?

Yeah, I, um, I keep it in
my apartment for protection.

- It's registered.
- And you stated

that the victim... Dr. Burns...
Is an acquaintance of yours,

friend, business associate.

Ex-husband, actually.

I see.

No, I have no idea

what my wife's ex-husband
was doing in the apartment.

Any friction between them?

No, there wasn't any.

No, as a matter of fact,

Peter had recently rescued her

from a kidnapping situation.

She was grateful.

I mean, yeah, there's
a little bit of tension,

but no one would
want anyone hurt.

The big question is: what was

he doing in your apartment?

KYLE: Hey!

Where are you taking her?

Down to the station to
give a detailed statement.

It's okay, I'll be all right.

DALY: No more questions for now.

You might want to
get down to the station

and wait for your
wife to finish up.

I need to get the keys
out of my bedroom.

- You mind?
- Follow me

and don't touch anything.

(overlapping chatter)

All right, people, on my count.

One, two, three.

All right, clear out.

Talk to me, Doctor.

He's got a b*llet wound,
. -caliber, no exit wound.

Entrance wound is
just medial to the axilla.

Must have lacerated an
artery; he's lost a lot of blood.

All right, let's type and
cross him for six units.

Okay, give me a
portable X ray in here

and, uh, prep an
O.R. room, stat.

Peter, can you hear me?

I was on my way to
my car when I heard.

I c-can't...

I can't die without
telling someone.

I-I, I don't understand.

Kidnap Amanda...

The kidnapping... I set...

I set it up, I...

I wanted to be the one
to save her, so I did it.

I did it.

Is he conscious?
Did he speak to you?

Uh, tried.

It was all mixed up,
just a lot of gibberish.

(beeping)

BP is falling, we're losing him.

MICHAEL: Oh,
we'll have to intubate.

Wait for an X ray?

No, there's no time.

We'll have to go in now.

Let's go, let's go, people.

Hold on, Peter, hold on.

Everything's
going to be all right.

♪♪

♪♪

♪♪

♪ I'll be there ♪

♪ And get down on my knees ♪

♪ Baby, please forgive me ♪

♪ For all the things I did ♪

♪ Run away without you ♪

♪ In the middle of the night ♪

♪ You prayed not to be lonely ♪

♪ On the road I said good-bye ♪

♪ I'm goin' back to my city ♪

♪ The sun is shinin' ♪

♪ And I'm sayin' my prayer ♪

♪ I'm goin' back to you, babe ♪

- ♪ Ooh ♪ -♪ 'Cause
now I want you to know ♪

♪ Tonight I'll knock
on your door ♪

♪ Well, I ain't
nothing to lose ♪

♪ Sometimes
it's hard to tell... ♪

Oh, if you're an angel...

I've d*ed and gone to Heaven.

I am so sorry.

I, I was scared and it was dark.

I thought you were a burglar.

You did this?

(sighs)

sh**t first, ask
questions later.

That's your finest trait.

Come on, stop the jokes.

I feel awful.

Trust me, I feel worse.

Look, we need to know what
you were doing in our apartment.

The police, Kyle, me...

Well, I was, I was
going up there to...

apologize for being a nuisance.

Your door was unlocked
and the lights were out

and I heard something,

so, you know, your mind
thinks all kinds of things.

I didn't know if the
kidnappers were back.

Anyway, I went in and...

well, I never even
heard the sh*t.

So you were protecting me

and I sh*t you.

Well, I understand.

(sighs)

Okay?

What can I do?

It's just nice, you being here.

I'll check on you later.

(door opens)

(door closes)

MAN (over P.A.): Dr. Franklin...

- Hey, babe.
- Hey.

How's he doing?

Um, he's okay.

He's already cracking jokes.

Apparently someone broke

into our apartment, and he
went up to see what was going on.

Mm-hmm.

He say anything
about the journal?

It was laying right next to
him on the floor where he fell.

Where I left it, I'm sure.

I'm sorry, who are you?

- Oh, hey.
- That's...

(laughs) You guys haven't met.

- Amanda, this is my brother Ryan.
- Hey, nice to meet you.

He showed up at the club
last night out of the blue,

and we were coming
home to see you.

Oh, God, what you
must be thinking.

First time you see
me, I'm holding a g*n.

Oh, well, think nothing less

from a wife of my brother, so...

(chuckles)

Uh, if it's okay,

I'm gonna stay
here a little while,

make sure Peter's all right.

Yeah, give you a chance to
maybe show me around town.

Sure.

AMANDA: Thanks.

See you, babe.

- Come on, little buddy.
- Bye.

WOMAN (over P.A.):
Dr. Kim to ICU, Dr. Kim to ICU.

Hey, I was worried when you
didn't come home last night.

Then I heard about Peter.

Is he okay?

Yeah, thanks to some
fancy doctoring, he'll live.

Oh, well, I'm glad
you stayed away

because of something serious

and not more of this
Alex Bastian stuff.

What, "stuff"?

Wait a second.

You slept with the man the
night before our wedding.

I mean, I can't forget that.

I'm not going to dismiss it.

In fact...

Honey, I know
this is hard for you,

but can you please
just try to let it go?

It has nothing to do
with the present day.

Then why does it feel as fresh
as that b*llet hole in Peter?

Look, I just need some
time to think, we both do,

and now we'll have our chance
'cause I'm going out of town.

Oh, perfect.

- Where are you going?
- Friend's in trouble.

It'll just be a couple of days.

Who?

Megan.

I got a note that
sounded suicidal.

I got the impression that she
was going back to her roots,

which, in her case,
would be a trailer park,

to do herself in, so I'm
gonna prevent that if I can.

(horse neighs)

Daddy.

Daddy.

Stroke a few years back.

Megan, it really is you.

I can hardly believe it.

Oh, God, oh, God.

Oh, look at you,

all grown up.

Oh, I prayed for
this day for so long.

Prayed that wherever
you were, you were all right.

Oh...

KYLE: Like I said, the
ransom took everything

that Amanda and I had,

plus some.

Here are the ledgers.

- Cool.
- All red ink.

Well, you know, there's always a
way around a cash flow problem.

Yeah.

Leverage this, sell off that,

though it might
take me a little time.

You got a job to
get back to, though.

Last time I checked, you
were God's gift to Wall Street.

Then it's been more than
six months since you checked

'cause that's how long
I've been out of work.

Six months, one week, two days.

Fired or quit?

(Ryan chuckles)

Actually, my partner was
setting up bogus accounts,

swindling the client, so I
blew the whistle on him.

Now he's in jail,
the clients are gone,

no one in the financial
district will touch me.

Sounds like it's
time to relocate.

That's exactly
what I was thinking.

Actually, I was considering L.A.

No, seriously?

Well, you know, if
it's all right with you.

Family's pretty much
whittled down to you and me.

You know, uh, my old
apartment is available.

It's right across from ours

and it's furnished.

You don't mind
having me that close?

- (machine beeps)
- No.

MALE AUTOMATED VOICE:
You have one message.

AMANDA (on
machine): Hi, it's me.

It's : , I'm still
at the hospital.

I'm keeping an eye on Peter,

- so I might be a little bit late.
- (sighing): Oh, man.

Keep my martini on ice, okay?

- Love you.
- (machine beeps twice)

You don't like this guy
Peter much, do you?

No, not much at all.

MEGAN: You know, when I left
home I thought it would free me,

but it didn't.

I just ran into new problems.

(horse neighs)

You know, I just...
I was wondering.

You haven't asked me
where I've been all this time.

I thought it would
be your first question.

I already know.

You were a prost*tute.

Perhaps you still are.

How did you find out?

We hired an investigator.

He reported back to us.

It was shocking
to say the least...

but you've obviously
given up that world,

so no need to dredge it up.

It's over, right?

Yeah.

Daddy must have
been devastated, huh?

You could say that.

He had his stroke an hour after
the investigator broke the news.

Oh, my God.

You mustn't blame yourself.

You're home and you're safe,

that's all that matters.

Guilt... it can eat
a person alive.

Oh, flowers for me?
You shouldn't have.

God, I'm surprised they
haven't locked you up, Amanda.

I mean, they threw
me away for late taxes.

Or is this just
time off to sit vigil?

Better watch my mouth
around Ma Woodward, right?

You're not still
packing, are you?

Hey, listen, Amanda,
um, is it guilt or is it love

that's got you so
concerned about Peter?

You're the one
who's in love with him.

I just can't figure out why
you don't want to admit it.

Is this some more matchmaking
or did you want me to answer that?

What I really want is for
you to leave me alone.

Peter's your trophy,
isn't he, Amanda?

I mean, that's why you
keep him in your life, right?

He feeds your ego.

Forget that you're
married to a great guy,

you just need every man
to be in love with you, right?

I don't listen to
opinions I don't ask for.

Peter's in ,
end of the hall.

I want you to promise me

that you're gonna
keep your mouth shut.

Of c-course I will, but...

No, no "buts" here.

Now, if Amanda ever found
out what I confessed to you...

well, believe me, it
would be a very bad thing.

Hi.

I hope I'm not
interrupting anything.

Is this one of your doctors?

Louis Visconti.

Oh, right.

The psychiatrist.

Oh, you were such a help to
Peter during his confused days.

I best be going.

I'll talk to you soon.

Tell me, Peter,
was that the doctor

that convinced you to dump me?

Lexi, please.

I'm in a lot of pain here.

Now, you paid your
respects, so just...

You know, they say
you almost d*ed last night.

God, what was that like?

Hmm? I mean, did
you see your whole life

flash before your eyes?

Was there a light
beckoning you from above?

It was most like being
flushed down a toilet.

Well, you know what they say.

Flush twice... It's
a long way to hell.

Oh, yeah, I don't know

what I was thinking
bringing you flowers.

I mean, you've got Amanda

sitting by your
bedside hours a day.

That's all the comfort
you need, right?

These will look lovely
in my dining room.

(horse neighs)

Can I help you?

Uh, yes, ma'am.

Um, you know what, I
think I made a wrong turn.

I was looking
for a trailer park.

Um, specifically a trailer,
uh, owned by the Lewis family.

Well, you've got
the right family.

But none of us have
ever lived in a trailer.

Michael?

What are you doing here?

How did you find me?

Well, I got your note,

and it-it sounded
kind of desperate.

But I guess I'm
way off base here.

Trespassing, actually.

Unless someone would
like to tell me who you are.

(chuckles)

Mom, this is, um,
Michael Mancini,

my ex-husband from Los Angeles.

He's a doctor.

Well...

it's nice to meet you, Doctor.

Nice to meet you.

Lunch is at : .

Do join us.

Close your mouth, Michael.

The flies are huge around here.

(chuckles)

Amanda.

- Hi.
- Oh.

Sorry I startled you.

- Your office said you'd be here.
- Mm-hmm.

Yeah, I was wanting to rent
Kyle's old place in the building

and he told me you're
the landlord, so...

Well, it's all right with
me, if it's all right with Kyle.

Ah, great.

You know, I feel
like I really wandered

into a wasp's nest around here.

This Peter guy... He
sounds like real trouble.

An ex-husband
living in the building...

I mean, isn't that asking
an awful lot of Kyle?

Here's a little advice.

You'll last a lot
longer around here

if you keep your nose out
of what's not your business.

I'm sorry. It's just, I
saw how worried Kyle is

over all the time you're
spending with the guy.

Kyle knows why I'm here.

We've discussed it,
and he's fine with it.

Look, Amanda, I'm not
trying to start anything.

I really care about my brother,

and I saw everything that went
down between him and Taylor.

I am not Taylor.

This is a brand-new marriage.

You mess with it,
and our relationship...

Yours, mine and Kyle's...

Will be anything but
one big happy family.

Ms. Sterling.

I-I don't have an
appointment, Doctor.

Is that all right?

I just have been thinking
and thinking about this,

and there's nobody else I
can turn to about my problem.

Your problem?

Oh, Doctor, it's this crippling
love that I have for Peter.

Even though he dumped me, I
just can't get over this obsession.

Well, I mean, you've
been such a help to Peter.

I thought maybe you
could help me, too.

He-he tells you
everything, right?

Yes, we-we have
a close relationship.

Well, you've
helped Peter through

some really crucial
questions in his life.

Well, Doc, I have
questions, too.

Questions that I
challenge you to answer.

Like, why did Peter dump me?

And is Amanda really
the only woman for Peter?

I mean, my God, what does
she have that I don't have?

Well, these are complex issues.

But you'll help me though?

Uh, if you'd like to
make an appointment.

I knew you'd say that,
I just... well, I can't.

I mean, not here in...
It's Peter's hospital.

You know, isn't
there someplace else

outside the
hospital we can talk?

Someplace a little
bit more comfortable?

Where did you have in mind?

Chez Marina,
tomorrow night at : .

(chuckles softly)

I'll make the reservations.

You're so wonderful, Doctor.

I tried to do the right thing...
Tell the truth, be direct...

And it totally blew
up in my face.

Now Michael's avoiding me.

- He's off chasing after Megan.
- (scoffs)

Usually cause for celebration.

You think I'm insane,
going back to him?

Not insane. Crazy, maybe.

You know, Jane, I
don't have to tell you

that your old
lover, Alex Bastian,

is one of the hottest
designers in the world.

One time doesn't
make him my lover.

Anyway, he's huge now, global.

And I have been trying to
nail his account for two years.

You want me to go
after the account?

No way.

Michael would die.

I thought you just said he
was chasing after Megan.

If you get me this account,
I'll give you % of the gross.

percent?

Mm-hmm.

That's a lot of money.

It's a bloody fortune.

We'll all get rich.

Oh, I love this
spread, Mrs. Lewis.

I mean, this whole way of
life, it's very quiet, civilized.

(chuckles): You see,

I grew up in a family
full of crazy Italians,

and there was arguing
and yelling and, you know,

wearing your emotions
on your sleeve.

Class difference... is that
what broke up you and Megan?

Uh, no, actually, it was
more a case of dishonesty...

My dishonesty.

I know Megan's a good soul,

and I guess I took
advantage of that.

She still listens
to you, though.

I can tell.

Well, good bonds,
like what we had,

you know, they
just don't go away.

I think it was a similar bond
that brought her back here.

Hmm.

So you probably
want her to stay then.

Wanting is putting it mildly.

This is everyone's
second chance.

You'll help me to that
end, won't you, Doctor?

Uh, Mrs. Lewis,
whatever's best for Megan.

That's what I want.

It's not hard to see why
Megan fell in love with you.

Oh? Is it the fact that I'm a
successful, dynamic doctor

or my irresistible good looks?

The fact that you're from
the other side of the tracks.

That was always her type.

Oh, there's nothing better than

having someone waiting
when you get home.

- Mm.
- Mm.

What's wrong?

Oh, I just called the club;
they said you left an hour ago.

Oh, I took takeout to Peter.

But, if it helps, I'm
not going back there.

This was the last visit.

No, it wasn't that.

Just something Ryan said.

Struck a nerve.

Something Ryan said?

Yeah, he said that it seems like

our marriage is
in constant turmoil.

(scoffs) So, who cares?

It keeps life interesting.

Look, sweetheart, I'm not
trying to start a fight with you.

I just don't like opinions
that aren't asked for,

and your brother
seems to be full of them.

I mean, he came by the
hospital, and he had lots to say

about my
relationship with Peter.

(sighs)

Look, I'm sorry.

He's your brother,
and you just reconciled.

Forget I said anything.

I just need a hot shower.

Hey, big brother.

What, you got a
housewarming gift for me?

No, I got a question
for you, Ryan.

You know, what gives
you the right to comment

on my life with Amanda?

And who said this incident with
Peter is any of your business?

I care what
happens to you, Kyle.

I see something I don't
like, I'm gonna comment on it.

No, don't you mean
you'll blow the whistle?

See, you love it when
there's trouble in my life,

and when there isn't any
present, you stir some up.

I thought we were over this.

Yeah, so did I, till I
talked to Amanda.

Come on, Ryan.

You say that you care,

but I still think you got some
kind of grudge against me,

and I don't think it's got
anything to do with Taylor.

Fine. You're right.

It's this attitude that
you're giving me right now,

this big brother crap.

Like somehow my
opinions aren't valid.

No, it's like somehow
I don't measure up.

Come on, you're
butting into my life!

Oh, right, and Marines
don't do that kind of thing,

do they? No, you guys are tough.

You eat nails!

No, come on.

God, not that
Marine stuff again...

You really think I
care about that?

Dad sure did, didn't he?

And we all know how
I disappointed him.

It's not easy coming from a
family of w*r heroes, Kyle.

Dad in Korea, you
in Desert Storm,

and me, the pansy
who thought, you know,

maybe I'll just go to
college instead of joining up.

You know what, I don't have
time for this family crap right now.

Ryan, you still got
issues to work out?

That's your problem.

When you make
it my problem, it...

Look, forget it.

This isn't gonna happen.

Fine, I'll be out of here
first thing tomorrow.

Good.

MAN: I'm getting a real
bad glare off that, okay?

(people talking)

MAN: What number's that?

MAN : Uh, four.

Alex?

Hi, it's Jane.

Yeah, I know who you are.

How'd you get in here?

Your office said you'd be here.

I, uh, just followed some
of the crew people up.

(sighs) I love your house.

Well, as you can
see, we're very busy.

I know, I, um,

I just need a second.

See, I work for Amanda
Woodward Advertising

and, well, actually,
I just started and...

we have a lot of really
good ideas for you.

I already have people for that.

A whole division.

I'm sorry you wasted your time.

Let's get things moving here.

I want them in the second...

Jane, wait.

Please.

I'm sorry I was rude.

This kind of thing
happens to me a lot.

People I know from
the past, showing up,

trying to sell me something.

It's okay.

You look great, Jane.

When you said my
name and I turned,

damn near took my breath away.

(chuckles)

You, uh, broke my
heart, you know,

when you chose
Michael instead of me.

Well, it was never
supposed to be about that.

I mean, we were
just close friends.

We never should have
crossed the line, then.

Even if it was just once.

Yeah,

that was a mistake,
crossing the line, yeah.

I wish I was in the market
for an advertising agency,

but I'm not.

It's... that's okay,
I understand.

But if you ever are...

Amanda Woodward
Agency, I'll make a note.

Take care of
yourself, huh, Jane?

Yeah, you, too.

DOCTOR: He'll be fine; just
keep up with his medication

and make sure he
has plenty of rest.

Oh, thanks, Tom.

Oh, I'd like you to
meet our houseguest,

Michael Mancini, also a doctor.

Nice to meet you, doctor.

Uh, house calls,
forbidden on my b*at.

Uh, let me walk you to your car.

This way.

Uh, is the coffee nearly ready?

Oh, right.

(door closes)

I understand it was stress that
caused the old man to stroke,

some sort of
psychological trauma?

Is that what they told you?

Well, uh, well, yes.

I make it a point to stay
out of family's affairs.

You should, too, doctor.

Uh...

Nice meeting you, Dr. Mancini.

RYAN: Amanda?

Kyle's books, the
keys to his place.

I bought you another six months.

Just stick to my business model,
everything should work out fine.

Oh, thank you.

And, um, the keys?

Catching a plane
home to New York.

Is, um, is Kyle here?

I wanted to say good-bye.

Uh, he's at the club, I think.

Okay, well, then
you can say it for me.

It was nice meeting you, Amanda.

Wait, um, hold on.

(sighs) I feel
terrible about this.

I created this problem,

and let's just,
let's talk about it.

No.

You were right; I should
have kept my mouth shut.

Wait, Ryan, hold on a second.

Look, Kyle and I
got sibling problems

that go way back.

It's got nothing to
do with you, Amanda,

or even this Taylor business.

It's a brother thing.

I'll come to your
kid's christening,

we'll get together on holidays.

Believe me, it'll
be better this way.

Wait, that's too easy.

I mean, it was very important
for Kyle to see you again.

Ask him again.

I guarantee you he'd
say it was a big mistake.

Family's important.

I mean, mine is all
screwed up, so I missed out.

But Kyle needs
family in his life.

Maybe there's a solution

to your differences.

You know, I have got a
good bottle of wine upstairs.

Give me a sh*t at
talking you into staying.

Doctor, let me thank you

for the most liberating
evening of my life.

(chuckles)

Let me ask you something, hmm?

How'd you get to be so smart?

And don't tell me
books and degrees.

(sighs)

I guess, um,

I guess over the years,
I've lived a lot of it.

Mm.

You're divorced, aren't you?

Yeah.

Yeah, a bitter,
heart-breaking divorce.

Took me years to get over it.

Wasted years.

No, no, they're not wasted.

Not if you can help somebody
like you've helped me.

Listen, um,

my apartment's only
a few blocks away.

Want to come up for a nightcap?

I...

I...

I'm sorry, I couldn't.

Uh, look, we're way
over the line here already.

Um, why don't you take the card

to this other doctor?

She can, she can help
you from here on in.

No, look, otherwise,

we're gonna find both
ourselves in great turmoil.

Mm.

Good-bye, Lexi.

Good luck.

I mean that.

(scoffs)

- Wow.
- No, the international market,

it just, uh, opened up for us.

Hey, Kyle.

- Hey.
- What's going on?

Welcome home.

Your brother was
just regaling me

with w*r stories
from Wall Street.

- Great.
- Mmm.

And he did a terrific
job with the books.

He bought us all kinds of time.

So, you guys are all
patched up? That's good.

Yeah, so good that I offered
him a job at my agency.

I mean, if he's gonna pay
rent, he's got to have a good job,

and he's a genius with numbers.

That he is.

You gonna take the job?

Well, I was gonna leave
that up to you, big brother.

It sounds like a good plan

to me all the way around.

Then it's all settled,
from now on,

we're one big, happy family.

- Cheers.
- Cheers.

(piano playing gentle melody)

- (piano stops)
- Focus.

Now go back, over
and over again,

until you get it right.

(piano resumes)

Oh, that's wonderful, darling.

Just wonderful.

Hello, Michael.

- We've been looking for you.
- (piano stops)

Oh, well, I, uh, just paid
a visit to the local hospital.

Very nice facility for
such a small town.

Megan, why don't you
get Michael some tea?

Uh, Megan, why don't
you forget the tea?

You see, um,

I think your mother
owes you an explanation

because I was just
down at that hospital,

and I looked up your
dad's medical records,

and it seems that his stroke

was the result of an aneurism.

You see,

your mother's been lying to you.

Michael, you know what?

I really don't think
this is the time.

Well, when would be the time?

After you join the Ladies
Auxiliary and Horticulture Club?

After you wig out and you
need a wheelchair of your own?

You rude, insolent man.

Listen to yourself, lady.

Even when you
insult, it's civilized.

You want to call me
a bastard, just say it.

Mother, is any of this true?

Even if it was,

what difference would it make?

You're home and you're staying.

You've made your choice.

Oh, yeah, out of guilt.

Out of trumped-up
guilt, I might add.

Michael!

Mother, was
Father's stroke caused

because I was a
prost*tute or not?

You have to tell me the truth.

(sighs)

Your father knew for months
about what happened to you.

He was hurt,

but hopeful.

(sighs)

Michael was right.

The stroke had
nothing to do with it.

So, why did you lie?

You said you made the
wrong choice by leaving.

You didn't have a choice.

I never gave you one.

Don't you see, Megan?

You couldn't be the way
I wanted you to be, so I...

I cut you loose.

I was the one at the crossroads.

I was the one with the choice.

You talk about guilt, doctor,

as though you've had
some experience with it.

But just imagine the guilt

of allowing your
only child to run away,

allowing her to hate
herself so much that she'd...

fall so low.

(sniffs)

Oh, Megan,

I prayed that you'd
come home someday.

So that...

so that I could have
another chance.

Oh, Megan, Megan.

(sighs)

Oh, come on.

You promised no more tears.

I promise I'll write,

and you can come visit.

And I'll come visit.

I'll be fine.

(sighs)

Well, you better get going.

It's a... it's a long drive
back to Los Angeles.

I'll be right there.

Take your time.

Daddy, I'm leaving now.

I'm, uh, gonna go back
and make a fresh start

and hopefully have
a brighter future.

I'll be thinking
about you every day.

You'll always be my hero, Daddy.

I'm gonna make you proud
of me, you wait and see.

(car doors closing)

(car starts)

I'm sorry.

I tried, but it didn't work out.

You know how it goes.

Do you like surprises, Jane?

Because there is a big
one in the conference room.

It ain't over till it's over.

Good luck.

I was, uh, gonna call,

but thought an
apology this important

really needs to be
handled in person.

I was an ass at my
house the other day...

No, you know what,
you had every right.

- I was way, way out of line.
- What?

Wanting something
and going after it?

From you, Jane, I'd
expect nothing less.

You know, it sounds,
uh, suspiciously like,

uh, maybe you're giving
me a second chance?

- I'll listen to your ideas.
- Great.

That's all Amanda and I ask for.

Just you, though.

Tonight, at my house.

You can take your best sh*t.

: work for you?

Uh, I'll make it work.

Now, that's the Jane I remember.

I'll see you then.

Let me get this straight,

you had a choice between
Michael and that piece of perfection,

and you chose Michael?

Someday, after you
land the account,

you're gonna have
to explain that to me.

How do you know I
haven't already landed it?

: tonight, his place.

I had this sophisticated
intercom system installed.

The walls have ears,
and they're mine.

(chuckles)

(sirens wailing)

Hey, Pete.

Amanda asked me to
come by and pick you up.

She had to work late.

(whistles)

That looks really painful.

Yeah, you know, when
the painkillers wear off,

it's-it's pretty bad.

- Mm.
- Look, I want to thank you

for letting Amanda
visit me like that.

It meant a lot to me.

Yeah, well, you know Amanda.

She does what she wants.

You know, there's one
thing that's really bugging me.

What were you
doing in our bedroom?

I mean, I can understand
going in to investigate,

but to make it all the way

into the bedroom?

You know, if the
kidnappers were there,

how come you didn't
see them leave?

And the other question
is why were they there?

They got the money already.

You figure they'd be

in another country by now.

I don't know what
to tell you, Kyle.

The journal was
right there, you know?

It was right where you fell.

So, what are you saying,

that they were
after the journal?

It doesn't make any sense.

That's my point exactly.

None of this makes any sense.

We better get going.

You know, they charge you

- by the minute here.
- Mm-hmm.

(indistinct P.A. announcement)

Lexi, what are you doing here?

That's for me to know
and you to find out.

Oh, isn't this quaint?

Amanda's got Kyle helping
you lick your wounds, too, huh?

Aren't we Mr. Girly-Whipped?

Will you do us a favor
and just shut up, please?

Watch your mouth, doctor.

Because very soon,

you might be crawling back
to me, begging for forgiveness,

and like the Roman emperors,

it'll be my thumb
with all the power.

Thumbs up or thumbs down.

Thumbs up

or thumbs down.

Thumbs up or thumbs down.

Thumbs up or thumbs down...

Before you ask,
the answer is no.

I can't explain that, either.

(sighs)

Lexi, what is it?

Oh, doctor,

I'm a wicked, wicked woman,
and I should be locked up.

What did you do?

It's what I'm about to do.

It's what I'm about
to do to you, doctor.

Mmm...

Mmm.

My God, Lexi.

You know, I threw
away that card, doctor.

I don't need some shrink,
some stupid woman.

I need you, doctor.

Mmm.

I need someone who's
sensitive and nurturing.

I need a loving
man to caress me,

and I don't care about
your doctor-patient nonsense

or even if I get hurt.

Mmm.

You want me, too, doctor.

I saw it in your
eyes last night.

I just needed to be free,

free of Peter.

And now I am.

You see, he told me.

He told you?

He told you what?

What he did.

What he confessed to you.

(scoffs) God, it sickens
me how sick he is.

It sickens me, too.

I just can't believe he put
that much power in your hands.

Mm, yes, but it's
freed me, doctor.

(chuckles) It's made me
see what a louse he really is.

(exhales) And you're
not going to the police?

I thought about it, yeah.

But do you really think
that they would do anything?

Oh, God.

He'd go to jail for years.

I mean, to arrange
a phony kidnapping,

to put Amanda in jeopardy,

to collect an actual ransom?

He'd get life.

Hmm.

All so he could be the
rescuer and save the day.

Oh, God.

Wh-What are you doing?

I'm saving you, doctor,

from the same thing that
you're saving Peter from,

himself.

I won't let you go there.

Good night, doctor.

(panting)

Hi, Jane?

Hi, honey, it's me.

Michael, hi.

You know, uh, I should
have called you before.

I've been a total jerk.

But, uh, Megan is fine.

I'm on my way home,
and, uh, I miss you a lot.

Yeah, okay, Michael, we,
uh, we do need to talk...

No, no.

Let me talk, you listen.

I was a fool to jeopardize
everything we had

over something that happened

a long time ago.

I mean,

people make choices,
but to dwell on them?

Well, it's just a waste of time.

You know, life is not what
happened before, right?

But what's gonna happen next.

I mean, does any of
this make any sense?

It does.

Listen, I'll see you soon.

Okay, I can't wait.

I love you, Jane.

I love you, too.

Bye.

(chuckles)

You, uh, probably should
have said something.

What's to say?

We're talking business.

This is true.

And I'm sorry I've kept
you on the fence so long,

but I've decided.

Let's give it a try.

Alex Bastian and Amanda
Woodward Advertising.

Ms. Jane Mancini in charge.

To second chances

and how rarely
we get the chance.

I, uh, I appreciate
the lift home.

Uh-huh.

(sighs)

Anything else?

Yeah.

A lot more, I think,

but I just haven't
figured out what yet.

I will, Burns.

Count on it.

(phone ringing)

Hello?

Hello?

I know you're there.

I can hear your breathing.

(splashing)

Damn it, who is this?

Hello?

(beeps)

Just let you sweat, Peter.

(exhales)

Sweat and then bleed.