All language subtitles for Melrose Place S07E08 The World According to Matt.eng

Hi, hon.

Listen, I'm gonna be late

picking you up
for Matt's dinner.

There's been an
accident or something.

Traffic is really backed up.

Yeah, well, don't
worry about it.

I got stuck on E.R.
rotation at the last minute,

so I'm socked in for the night.

Oh, no. Matt's gonna
be so disappointed.

Yeah. Listen, uh,
Jane, I was thinking

of hiring a professional to find
Taylor and the baby, you know?

I got a few names. Uh...

Michael,

we've been through this.

Taylor wanted it this way.

He's my son, too, you know?

Thanks.

Besides, you know, I'm-I'm...
I'm getting the impression

that-that-that... that you don't
even want me to find the kid,

like-like, you're almost
happy he's gone.

Why are we having
this conversation again?

I mean, you're gonna do what
you want no matter what I say.

You know, I'm doing this for us.

Well, half of us wants
to have our own child.

Listen, Michael, I got to go.

There's too much
traffic to talk and drive.

I'll-I'll tell Matt
that you said hi.

- Jane, don't hang up.
- Yeah, let's go!

Let's go! Let's go!

- Yeah, I got it. Okay.
- Okay.

- Keep it moving.
- Yeah, I see the source...

Everyone in this hypocritical,

sanctimonious world
is out to drown you,

rip your legs off,
pull you under

and make you feel
like you're worthless.

If you're gonna stay afloat...

you have to be the
toughest shark in the sea.

Got to bite first,
fast and often,

and kill the scum suckers
before they know what hit 'em.

I don't know.

Whatever Coop did...

Coop.

Honey, he's the least of
your problems right now.

The world is out to get us.

Well, maybe, but you know,
when I've got a man in my life, it...

Honey, the last thing
you need right now

is another man in your life.

Hey. -Good evening.

Great. Just what I needed.

You know what?

This party I'm supposed to
go to... it's for Matt Fielding.

He used to live in the building.

Are you sure you
don't want to come?

Well, Megan, it's sort of a
question of, "Matt, who?"

- Peter.
- Lexi.

- Love the hair.
- Didn't do it for you.

- Wow.
- Oh, what's with her?

She hates my guts.

Oh, I wouldn't be so sure.

Come on, let's sit down.

- Peter, you sit there.
- All right.

Kyle, did I mention that
I'm calling in sick tonight?

Well, you got the
day off anyway.

My, a man being
nice. That's a change.

You know what?

It's too bad that you're taken.

Okay.

Well, Megan, it's too bad
about Coop. You know,

didn't help the practice,
either, him leaving like that.

Oh, men leaving... that's
the story of my life, you know?

Where the hell is Matt?

You know, I'm gonna grab a
bottle of wine, get us started.

Yeah, that Matt... He's
always on time, isn't he?

I mean, always right, too, Matt.

It's like having your
conscience right in front of you.

Not that that's such
a... a great thing.

Hey, guys, sorry I'm late.

Michael got held
up at the hospital.

He's not gonna make it.

So, what did I miss?

Well, we're just kind of going

down memory lane here,

telling stories
about Saint Matt.

Oh, I got a great one.

Everybody was
new in the building.

I had just had a miscarriage.

And talk about
transference, I got a dog,

which, of course, I lost.

Come on, Jimmy.
Good boy, good boy.

I mean, we take it all
for granted, you know?

I mean, I think
it's our generation,

or may-maybe everyone
who's ever been young,

but we get so consumed
with ourselves, our problems,

and it's always in a big hurry.

I know. It's so easy to, though.

Matt, do you realize this is
the first really terrible thing

that's ever happened to me?

I mean, my parents are
still alive, my grandparents.

I've never known
anyone who's ever died.

I mean, personally.

Like anything could
really prepare you.

No.

You know what the truth is?

The truth is, the only
good men are gay men.

- So where is he anyway?
- Excuse me.

Amanda, there's a
call for you at the bar.

It's Dr. Mancini.

Oh, maybe Michael
can make it after all.

Thanks.

Thank you.

Michael, coming to the party?

Um... no.

No, uh... I'm not.

Uh...

it's Matt.

What about him?

He's been in an accident.

He was killed.

Uh, I see. Um...

You better tell the others.

Yeah, I will, all right.

Um... of course.

Jane?

Thank you.

That's good.

Hey, what is it? What's wrong?

It's Matt.

He's dead.

Oh.

♪♪

♪♪

♪♪

♪ There's a place for you ♪

♪ There's a place for me ♪

♪ And it's up to us now ♪

♪ We can do what we wish ♪

♪ We can be what we dream ♪

♪ We've just got to somehow ♪

♪ The moment you
fall, we'll see... ♪

It's always the same thing.

Amanda looks at me

the way she did when
we were first married.

There's trust in her eyes.

She's happy.

Then I wake up.

Peter, you've got to move on.

And you've got to fix that
scratch in your CD, huh?

I mean, over and over, you
keep saying the same thing.

Friend died last
night in a car accident.

And I deal with this
sort of thing every day,

but when it's someone
that you know,

you have a tendency to look
at your own life, you know?

If Amanda and I
have this connection,

if we complete each other,
than whatever I've done,

or whatever I try to
do to get us together,

well, that's noble.

Peter, you've been through a
trauma with Amanda recently,

which has brought
you closer together,

but you can't
misinterpret her gratitude.

Oh, give me a break,
Doc. This isn't gratitude.

This is a commitment
we're talking about here.

I'm telling you, the
woman still loves me.

Only in your dreams, Peter.

I'm so sorry, honey.

Oh, man, so am I.

I spent that whole night

in the E.R. after I had
Matt on the table, and I...

I don't remember any of it.

You know? There...

Nothing I could do.

Oh.

Nothing.

Then I had to call his mother,

tell her that, um,

you know, her son died.

And she came by later, and...

Ooh, that was rough.

You know, um...

Jane, I...

I thought about what
you said, about the baby,

and, uh, you were right.

And in a crazy way,
so is... so is Taylor.

But, um...

were you serious

when you were talking about
us having our own baby?

Of course I was.

Well, then, let's do it.

Let's start over,
'cause it would be the...

only, uh, honest, solid,
true thing in our lives.

Michael, I want that, too.

Then...

will you please marry
me again, Jane?

This time forever.

Are you serious?

Yes, Michael. Yes, I will.

Oh. Oh, my God.

Hey, six is my lucky number.

Oh, stop.

Oh, Doctor, there are two people

waiting for you in your office.

Mr. Beck and Amanda Woodward.

Together? In the same room?

I believe that's what I said.

- At least.
- Oh, my gosh, don't even say that.

- Hi.
- Peter, hi.

Um, I was just getting to
know your friend, Mr. Beck.

You know what? If
you two have a meeting,

- we can do lunch another time.
- Oh, no, no, no.

I'm just a delivery
boy today. Peter,

here are the papers
you wanted returned.

Amanda, it's been pleasant
spending a few minutes with you.

Peter speaks of you often.

Thank you. It's
nice to meet you.

Hope all is well.

- Thank you.
- Bye.

Bye.

If we're gonna do
lunch, we better hurry.

I'm working overtime to try to
make back that ransom money.

- Ready to go?
- Yeah.

Just, uh, put these files
away here real quick.

Yeah.

Ooh, I'm hungry.

Hey, Charlie,

I didn't okay all this work.

It was in the bid.

Okay, let me put it another
way: I can't pay for all this work.

Well, that's your problem.

I need a check by
the end of the day.

Hey, Kyle. I like what
you're doing with the place.

If I was gonna change anything,
honey, I'd start with the music.

Be right back.

Hey, Megan.

Lexi, what are you doing here?

Came to see you.

How about a cup of coffee?

No, no.

I just, um, I want
your attention.

Look, my company is finally

out of tax trouble, and I
was thinking about taking it

in a new direction: adding
advertising to the mix.

Advertising, huh?

Yeah, that's what I used to do

before I married Coop and
settled for the boring existence

of a neglected doctor's wife.

Anyway, that aside,

I started thinking
that you and I

would make a fabulous team.

Wait a minute,

you want me to work for you?

I will take my father's
stodgy old holding company

and turn it into a hungry beast,

put us both back on easy street.

Look, I appreciate
the offer, really, but...

Come on, it's not
like you're a novice.

You did work for Eric Baines

when he owned
Amanda's company, right?

And honey, two smart,
good-looking women like us

will make a mint.

Thanks, honest, but...

but not.

I'm not giving up, Megan.

Kyle, you can get another
waitress, can't you?

Would you talk
some sense into her.

She's got a point,
especially these days.

This place is hardly
the road to riches.

You know what,

if I have learned
anything lately,

it's that money
is not important.

Love is.

Talking about Coop?

I think Coop was just
a way to avoid Michael.

You know, Michael's the one
that saved my life, the one I lost.

No jobs can replace him.

Yes?

Can I help you?

- Mrs. Fielding?
- Yes.

I'm Amanda Woodward.

I-I was a friend of your son's.

I own the building
where he used to live.

Yes.

Anyway, um, I wanted to come

and give my
condolences in person.

Everyone in the
building loved Matt,

and we wanted to know

if there was anything
that we could do.

No, there isn't.

Well, um, if it's all right,

we-we'd like to
come to the funeral.

No, it's not all right.

The services are
for family only.

Oh, I understand, but in a
way, we were Matt's family, too.

I, uh,

I have something for you.

They found it in his car.

It's, um,

it's a kind of journal he kept.

It's all about you

and your friends.

Nothing about his family,

of course.

At any rate,

keep it.

Good-bye.

Oh...

I'm glad you found
something to laugh about.

You would not believe what
Matt wrote about in this journal.

It's like reading
a trashy novel,

except you know all the people.

I mean, what Michael did,

I can't believe he
told Matt about it.

I don't have time
right now, sweetheart.

Staring at poverty here.

I know that we mortgaged
everything to get me free.

No, it's not just that.

I got construction costs,

I got a letter that
Taylor's lawyer sent me

demanding the buy-out
money I promised her.

I'm sorry.

What can I do?

Well, you cannot
say you're sorry.

You know, who knows?

Maybe the cops
will do their job.

They'll find out
who kidnapped you.

We'll get our money back.

I guess we just
got to be patient.

In the meantime, I have
a way to cheer you up.

Want to hear Michael's secret?

I'll pass.

Well, what about a
Taylor secret about Peter?

I know more secrets about
Taylor than I care to know.

You're right.

It's just what she said to
Matt and his analysis of it.

You know what, I was thinking,

maybe Peter needs
another woman to focus on.

Peter...

What is he hassling you again?

Oh, no, just the opposite.

He's been terrific.

We even had lunch today.

It's just, he's
still so intense.

Yeah, well, I got a
way to take care of that.

Why? When Lexi can do it.

She's perfect for him.

If only they could find their
way back to each other.

So, what is it, you're playing
matchmaker for him now?

It's just a thought.

Yeah, well, you know what,

it's been a very long day.

I'm gonna take a shower.

And if you can pull yourself
away from this journal,

uh, I'll meet you
in the bedroom.

So, Matt, what other
secrets do you have in here?

Oh, no.

Oh, my God.

Damn.

I'm sorry about last night.

I'm worried about
the money, too.

I'm just trying to
keep my agency afloat.

So, you couldn't
put it down, either.

Did you read the whole thing?

- No, just the pages with my name on it.
- Mm-hmm.

I have to say,
you're the last person

I expected to find in there.

Yeah.

I definitely should
have said something.

A flesh and blood brother and
you never even mentioned him?

Yeah, you could
have said something.

More important, why didn't you?

Mm, because it was a disaster.

But now that I think about it,

almost everything Taylor was
involved with ended up that way.

Oh, son of a bitch.

I just had a little talk with
Taylor; she's pretty upset.

Well, so am I, at the moment.

Admit it, little brother, you
slept with her, didn't you?

- Is that what she told you?
- Yeah, that's what she told me

and I trust my wife, so
what are you gonna do?

You gonna lie?
You gonna deny it?

- I'm waiting.
- Just let it the hell go, all right?

I'll tell you what happened.

You give me the truth.

You were working.

We were drinking.

Apparently, you guys
were having a problem

with some waitress or
something because Taylor,

she made a serious
pass at me, Kyle.

I mean, taking off
her clothes and stuff.

And I said, "No way."

I said I would
never do that you.

But she kept at me.

And I swear to God,
I didn't touch her.

I got up, I got the
hell out of there.

Why didn't you
tell me this before?

I mean, if that's
what really happened,

why didn't you come to me first?

Because I didn't want
to embarrass you, Kyle.

You married a tramp, bro.

I don't have a brother anymore.

We're through.

He was telling the
truth, your brother.

Taylor was nuts,
she probably did lie.

Yeah, he probably was,

but it was a long time
ago, ancient history.

Well, the way
you told that story,

you made it sound
like it was yesterday.

We were close growing up.

We fought a lot, but
you know, that's brothers.

Man, I accused
him, I shut him out.

I can't talk to him.

I wouldn't know what to say.

Well, I guess Matt
taught us one thing:

nothing stays buried forever.

Peter, listen to
me, I'm telling you,

Matt had this journal,

and he wrote down
everything we told him.

Michael, before
you pop an artery

right in front of me here,
how do you know this

for a fact?

Well, I called his mother
to see how she was doing.

She told me she gave
the journal to Amanda.

Amanda?

Oh, what was I thinking? I
should have mentioned her name

in the first place; it's the
only way to get your attention

these days.

So, what's Amanda doing with it?

She's reading it, of course.

What else would she be doing?

Peter, look, it's not
like I have anything

left to hide, but in
a weak moment,

who knows what I told Matt?

Oh, no, no, you may
be right here, Michael.

It could be a bad situation

for a lot of people.

- After you.
- Look, save the niceties,

Amanda, and get to the point.

You made it sound
like an emergency.

What did you do, drop the ball
on a campaign ad or something?

I thought we should
have a meeting

to clear up the bad
blood between us.

There's no reason we can't
be allies instead of enemies.

No reason?

- No.
- Mmm,

let me see...

I got it; how about
stealing my husband-to-be

when you already
had one of your own?

Oh, that's just it.

Peter's the one who's
confused, it's not me.

Yeah, well, he's
in love with you,

- and he's pretty clear on that point.
- No,

it's a fixation,
and it's not mutual.

I am very, very happy with Kyle.

Honey, Peter needs
to hear that, not me.

Well, he has.

The truth is

I think you're the
right woman for him.

Really?

Oh, go on.

This is fascinating.

Well, I was thinking
that it's time for you

to get back in the
game with him.

I mean, it's obvious
the two of you

belong together, and
I'm here to tell you

that I will do anything I can
to help you make that happen.

I see.

Yeah, you've been wiggling

your little victim
act around so much,

you've attracted
too many flies, huh?

You looking for some sucker
to swat one away from you, huh?

Well, you can forget it.

I'm not in the bug business,

and, honey, I choose my lovers.

I've got plenty of suitors.

Well, I better watch
myself when I'm around you.

I wouldn't want to get caught

in the stampede of
eligible bachelors.

Yeah, yeah.

Listen, lady,

why don't you do
us all a favor and, uh,

get in another helicopter
crash or kidnapped, huh?

You know, Lexi,
when I look at you,

all I see is a bitter
woman incapable of love.

Hmm.

Amanda, that's not
me you're seeing.

That's your own reflection.

As always, lovely
chatting with you.

Are you guys finally done?

Because I need to talk to her.

Did she mention
that, uh, journal thing?

Get out of my way, moron.

Hey, that's Dr. Moron, to you.

Excuse me.

Ah, Amanda.

I'm leaving for lunch,
Michael; it'll have to wait.

You know, everybody's
talking about that journal.

You just can't horde it, okay?

It's everybody's.

Now, if we said things to
Matt, you know, secrets,

then I think you have
an obligation to tell us.

Listen to you, Michael;
you are scared to death.

I knew you wouldn't... Wait.

Amanda, could we
have a talk, please...

Excuse me, step aside.

- I need to talk...
- I was here first.

Michael!

This is a shakedown, isn't it?

- You're planning on blackmailing us.
- Oh, stop the drama.

- If you want to know, I'll tell you.
- Oh, yeah.

Matt wrote all about how
the two of you first met,

back in Chicago, when you both
were working at the same club.

Oh, no.

He didn't.

Well, you know, I was a
starving medical student.

You know, desperate for money.

No, he mentioned that.

And a certain
nickname, I believe, um...

What was that again?

Oh...

And now, ladies, it's time
for our resident favorite.

Hot and hunky and
ready for your adoration,

a big welcome for
the Long Ranger.

That was humiliating.

I hated every second of that.

Oh, please, Amanda.

Destroy the journal and don't
tell anybody what you read,

I beg you.

I mean, I'm still a
somewhat respected doctor

and if... well, if
you told anybody...

I mean, if someone found out

I was a male stripper dancing
to "Addicted To Love"...

Oh, my God.

Well, you dirty, little man.

I am not talking about
what's in that journal.

Amanda, now, come on, you
told him, you've got to tell me.

Not a mention, Peter.

Not one word.

Guess you got lucky.

Either that or she's lying.

She sure caught you
with your pants down.

Hmm, Tiger?

♪ Might as well face it ♪

♪ You're addicted to love. ♪

♪ Feeling the heat
and you got burned ♪

♪ The only lesson
you ever learned... ♪

Megan!

How you doing?

Good.

Listen, I reserved
a quiet table,

but I don't think
quiet is possible.

Have you seen Jane?

No, but, um, is there any way
I could talk to you in private?

- I want to ask you a question.
- Yeah.

♪ I'll take you there somehow ♪

♪ Oh, yeah, don't look back... ♪

As you know, I've been, uh,

going through a lot lately,
what with Coop and all,

and I've just... just
done a lot of thinking,

and I, uh...

I haven't treated
you fairly, Michael.

Oh, that's all right.

Let me finish.

See, uh,

you approached me on a number

of occasions, sincerely,

and I pushed you away
because of old grudges

and pride and,

you know, it's just
like what Jennifer said,

I, um,

I don't know what would have
happened, if it wasn't for you.

You would have pulled
yourself through it.

Will you let me finish?

Okay, sorry.

I wasn't being fair

because I couldn't accept that,

no matter what happened
in my past, that you loved me.

And now, with-with
what's happened to Matt,

it just hit me how important
lasting relationships are

and what love and time mean.

I just...

I need you.

Megan, no, Megan, wait.

- Um, listen, it-it...
- Mmm.

It's not that I'm not
attracted to you...

I probably always will be...

But you're timing here, you
know, it couldn't be worse.

- You mean Jane?
- Yeah.

She's just a substitute.

You're just filling

in the void, the
way I did with Coop.

No, no, I can't.

Uh, Megan, I... I can't.

I-I'm engaged.

I'm gonna marry Jane.

You know, she was my first love.

My one love.

And I was the substitute.

That's your word, Megan.

Look, I'm sorry.

Yeah.

Me too.

I thought you only looked

at the pages with
your name in it.

No, you left it laying around

and you said that there were
secrets about everybody in it.

So, I once discussed my feelings

for Peter with Matt.

That was long before I
met you and you know what,

I would have mentioned
it, had I known it mattered.

- What, you take it with you everywhere?
- Not...

no, not everywhere; right here.

It's right here.

"Amanda realizes that she will
always be connected to Peter,

"that there is something dark
in him that binds him to her

the way no other
man has or ever will."

That was long before
you came along.

Ah.

You know what, sometimes
I'm glad you worry.

Shows how much you love me.

So, anything else in
there that bothers you?

Now's the time, or
forever hold your peace.

Okay.

This page, right here,

- it looks to me like it was torn out.
- Hmm.

I hadn't noticed; Matt must
have done it, or maybe his mother.

You think I tore it out?

Only if you told me you did.

No, I didn't.

Okay.

End of discussion.

Sound familiar?

What are you doing?

Oh, just a few of your classic
moves, from what I understand.

I, uh, I ran into Amanda.

Uh, listen, Jane,

I don't know what she
told you or read to you,

but I can assure you that I
did not do anything of the...

Oh, come on, Michael.

Like you said, we were
gonna be the one honest,

true, solid thing in
each other's lives, right?

All right,

you want me to
say it, I'll say it.

All right, I'll say it.

I was a stripper
at the Stud Factory

in Chicago just before
we got married, okay?

We needed the money.

There, you happy now?

Nope.

I won't be happy
until you do it for me.

What?

A private dance.

Right here, right now.

Oh, come on, Jane,
you can't be serious.

Oh, come on, sweetie.

I'm addicted to love.

Strip for me,

or your secret will
be all over the hospital

before you can say
"acute gluteus maximus."

You wouldn't.

You would.

♪ The lights are on ♪

♪ But you're not home ♪

- Whoo!
- ♪ Your mind ♪

♪ Is not your own ♪

Take it off, baby!

♪ Your heart sweats ♪

♪ Your body shakes ♪

- Give me my show, baby!
- ♪ One kiss ♪

- ♪ Is what it takes ♪
- Whoo!

Well, good morning.

I lied

when I said you weren't
mentioned in Matt's journal.

You were.

- Really?
- Yes, really.

Go ahead, read it.

It's marked.

"Late one night,

"Peter filled me in on
the year after his arrest.

"He'd lost his license, he
was in jail, his life was a mess,

"until some judge
agreed to spring him.

But there was a price."

Before Mr. Beck gets
back, I want this settled.

The problem, Doctor, is that
no one will operate on Mr. Beck.

They all say his
heart is too weak.

He'd never survive surgery.

Judge Smith owed
us a favor, though,

and agreed to
release you from jail.

You want me to
operate on him here,

in his home?

We'll get you whatever
equipment you need.

What if I'm not
able to save him?

Hate to be blunt, but chances
are, he's not gonna make it.

Mr. Beck didn't get where he
is by betting on the wrong horse.

You'll save him.

He'll owe you his life.

And believe me, Doctor,
he's a good friend to have.

I realize that if
it ever came out

that you operated
without a license,

it could put your
career on thin ice,

and I want you to know that
I will never, ever tell a soul.

Well, I appreciate your concern.

Is there more to it than that?

I think I'm learning

that the past can
be a horrible burden.

Mm, I wonder what other kind
of juicy tidbits Matt has in here.

Give me that.

There something
in there about you?

First of all,

I never shot off my
mouth to Matt like an idiot.

And second, I don't
have any secrets.

Amanda.

You better be careful
getting out that door.

I think your nose is growing.

Here we go.

Oh, this is the way
life was meant to be.

It is nice, isn't it?

Nice?

Come on, it's romantic,
it's thoughtful...

I mean, I figure you, uh,
owe me a little something

after this morning's
command performance.

Oh, I don't know.

I think you were
kind of getting into it.

Mm-hmm.

There was a little body
memory thing happening there.

Oh, right, right.

Oh, gosh, memories, memories.

You know,

I have a memory I
want to share with you.

Shoot.

You know, Matt's journal,
you know, it's from there,

and there's something
in there about my past.

I mean, you confessed,
so it's my turn.

Well, it couldn't be any
more embarrassing than mine.

So, come on, let me have it.

You remember Alex Bastian?

Oh, yeah,

yeah, you used to hang
out with him in school.

You were very good friends,
up until we got engaged.

Yeah.

Well, even after that.

Um, in fact, the night...

the night before we got married,

Alex and I were
celebrating our senior show.

Can you believe how
well the show went?

No.

I mean, it was just
for the school, but...

God, they really seemed
to like the clothes.

Oh, are you kidding?
They loved 'em.

And they are gonna flip
for your work in Paris, too.

I think the odds are
about 50/50 for survival.

- What?
- Especially without you.

Oh, you'll be fine without me.

I'm gonna miss you, though.

Aw, what you're gonna miss

is knowing what the two of
us could have had together.

And maybe you could live
with that, and maybe you can't.

What are you saying?

I'm saying I love you.

Well, I love you, too.

I love your passion,
your... your humor.

I love the way you take chances.

No.

I've been in love with you

from the moment I
laid eyes on you, Jane.

Um...

Alex, I'm-I'm getting
married tomorrow.

Why didn't you
ever say anything?

Because I was afraid.

Just like you're afraid
to marry Michael.

I love Michael.

Then why do your eyes glaze over

every time you
mention the wedding?

You're in a panic, Jane.

I'm just a little
jittery, I admit.

Then also admit

you're afraid
Michael is a mistake.

You're afraid of shutting
all the other doors in your life

and losing all the other love...

losing me, Jane.

Alex...

You slept with the guy?!

It was just that
one night, one time.

Yeah, the night before
our wedding. I mean,

what was that, some sort of
private bachelorette party, huh?

- Did he jump out of a cake?
- No, Michael.

- It was a... a good-bye.
- Oh, it was more than that!

You only sleep
with men you love!

Well, do you still love him?

I haven't seen
him in eight years.

Yeah, but when was the last
time you thought about him, huh?

When was the last
time you wanted him?

- Oh, come on, Michael!
- I'll tell you what, Jane!

You sleep on the couch!

Kind of chilly
out here, isn't it?

Yeah, pretty
chilly in there, too.

I'm not the one who
locked the bedroom door.

Surprised you even
tried the handle.

I wanted to brush my teeth.

Michael, come on,
it was so long ago.

Oh, and that means
I shouldn't be upset

- that you betrayed me?
- Upset would've been okay

if it happened eight years ago,

but we have been
through so much since then.

You know I love you.

You know what? I love you, too.

I'm just having a little trouble
trusting you at the moment.

And probably every
moment from this moment on,

and I'm thinking of
changing my opinion

on every moment that
came before this moment.

What are you talking
about, moments?

And... why are you giving
me a lecture on morality?

You, of all people.

Uh, the man who
slept with my sister,

and anyone else
who wiggled their rear

within five feet of you.

Look, Jane, if
you're trying to make

any logic of this,
you're crazy, okay?

What you told me last night,
it hurt me, it hurt me a lot.

And that's all I know, at...

at this moment.

Hey, hey, you guys open yet?

I think I left my credit
card here last night.

Yeah. A waitress picked it up.

Suppose you want to get
a look at the journal, too.

It's making you very
popular, Amanda.

That's all right, Kyle, I've
already gotten my look.

I figured

I'd go to him before
he came to me.

So that's the missing page.

No, and we're not
getting back into that.

Missing page? Well,
the plot thickens.

Peter, I've been your friend,

but you're really
abusing the privilege.

- Come on, Amand...
- No, I mean it.

Whatever this is you're
feeling, we're just friends.

I mean, not even
friends; acquaintances.

And whatever happened in
the past, even the recent past,

I'm not gonna let anything
come between me and Kyle.

I love him and
only him. You got it?

Got it?

Mm.

- Got it.
- Good. We open at 5:00.

Is that what you wanted to hear?

Oh, I didn't need
to hear it; he did.

- I meant every word, you know.
- Thank you.

♪ When ♪

♪ I first fell in love ♪

♪ When I felt your touch ♪

♪ But there's so much more ♪

♪ I want to say ♪

♪ We need to keep it real ♪

♪ Sharing what we feel ♪

♪ Together we
can face tomorrow ♪

♪ If we ever get up ♪

♪ At seven o'clock,
it's too soon... ♪

I have this recurring dream

that my husband is
blow-drying my hair,

blow-drying it until it
bursts into flames...

Sorry, your hour's
up; it's my turn.

- E-Excuse me... -Peter...
- No, an hour's an hour.

It's only fair. He'll
see you tomorrow.

- Peter...
- Same time, okay?

- Peter!
- Shh, shh. Doc, come on.

You know, I really
ought to be pissed at you.

But I'm not. Mm-mm.

'Cause we had a
breakthrough, mm-hmm.

Amanda rips my heart
out right in front of Kyle...

But not because she means it;
because she's hiding something.

The missing page.

- Missing page?
- Yeah.

From the journal she was reading
from, there's a page missing,

and I'm convinced it's about me,

it's about her
feelings towards me.

Now, this could affect
her relationship with Kyle.

Doc, I'm this close...
Believe me, I can smell it.

Peter, I'm gonna
write you a prescription.

It may seem a little strong,
but... I think you need it.

Oh. Well, I
appreciate that, Doc.

But I happen to have a
much, much better solution

to my problem.

I'll see you soon.

♪♪

♪ If you ever think too much ♪

♪ Is not enough ♪

♪ To get you off ♪

♪ If you ever get ♪

♪ Too close ♪

♪ To the edge ♪

♪ Don't look off ♪

♪ 'Cause you never know ♪

♪ When ♪

♪ You might ♪

♪ Fall ♪

♪ Down ♪

♪♪

Kyle, I got a message
you had something for me.

Megan decided to
take a leave of absence.

She picked up her stuff,
took off, left this note for you.

I don't know what went
down with the two of you,

but she seemed pretty upset.

Oh, boy.

- What?
- This sounds bad.

This is kind of
like a suicide note.

Last time I heard
talk like this,

Taylor ended up sucking
down carbon monoxide.

You think Megan would
do something like that?

I don't know, I don't
know. She says here

that she's gonna go back home.

And I remember her
talking about a trailer park

she grew up in in Napa Valley.

You gonna go see her up there?

Yeah. Matter of fact,
for a couple of reasons.

- Thanks, Kyle.
- Yeah.

Hey, Ryan.

I've been holding
that in for four years.

Look, I thought we talked
all of this out on the phone.

Yeah. Well, I figure
now we're even.

You want to hit
me back, go ahead.

Uh... and then what,
you fly back to New York?

Damn.

I got to thinking
after your phone call,

why not just go to California
and make the reunion complete?

Well, you did that.

- It's good to see you.
- Yeah.

Look, I'm sorry
for all the trouble.

Nah, forget it, bro.

Two-way street on that one.

I'm gonna get a bartender
to take over for me.

I'm gonna take you
home to meet Amanda.

She's the one that
got me to call you.

She's an amazing woman. Come on.

I want to hear all about it.

Oh, my God.

Was that a gunshot?

Amanda?

Hey. You all right?

Peter.