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Three, four, five, six, seven.

Exactly the word I've used.

Five, six, seven, bring it up. For two, three, four,

five, and six, and seven, and eight. This guy's great. Bye.

Oh, just five more pounds.

Not even one.

You're thin enough already, and I can barely move.

I feel so fat.

Good morning.

Morning. I'm not so sure.

Housekeeping just reported five more out with the flu.

On top of the seven we lost yesterday in food and beverage?

I think we got a full -fledged epidemic on our hands.

I'll be right up.

Looks like the fun is over. We better get to work.

Me? This is work.

We missed you.

How'd you like jury duty? Yeah, what was it like deciding San Francisco's trial

of the decade?

Oh, guys, it was murder.

Sorry.

Really, sometimes it was more like a circus than a murder trial.

Yeah, the media sure put Drew Fletcher through the wringer. Oh, yeah, they

it when he blew his cool on the stand.

I feel kind of sorry for him.

The man was on trial for murder.

We found him not guilty, remember?

I'm really glad to be back here.

Even in the middle of a flu epidemic?

Absolutely.

Speaking of which, looks like things are backing up at check -in.

See you later.

Thank you very much.

May I help you? Yes.

You have a reservation for Andrew Bartlett?

Yes, sir, Mr. Bartlett.

Let's see, we have you in the Essex suite, but housekeeping's running

I'm afraid it's not ready yet.

That's terrific.

Mr. Fletcher?

Huh? No, no, no. Bartlett. Andrew Bartlett.

You look very familiar.

Julie Gillette, doctor of guest relations.

How do you do?

And I was on the jury that acquitted you.

Don't you live here in San Francisco?

It's the reporters, Miss Gillette. They're everywhere.

My room, my home, my office.

I thought once the trial was over... They just, uh, they would leave.

But unfortunately, they didn't.

Actually, I came here for some peace and quiet.

You're entitled to your privacy.

I'll do what I can to see that you're not disturbed.

And I'll put a rush on getting your suite ready.

You're very nice.

That's twice I owe you thanks.

Twice? Once for now.

And once for that not guilty verdict.

I'm just asking for 30 minutes of your time before you make a final decision,

Mr. Kincaid.

I think you'll be pleased with what we can offer.

Say, tomorrow morning at 10?

Terrific. See you then. Bye.

What's up?

San Francisco to Baja, celebrity yacht race next spring?

I just got the organizer, Rob Kincaid, to agree to a tour and sales pitch.

Kincaid has a reputation as a fast -talking hustler.

Are you afraid I can't hold my own?

I'm not questioning your ability, Christine.

I'm concerned with Rob Kincaid's business tactics.

I can do it, Peter.

Yes? I just got through to the union. No luck.

This flu bug is citywide. They can't keep up with the request for temporary

help.

Oh, thank you, Megan. I'll just have to come up with a schedule for double

shifts. You know, that's something Megan can work on. It's my responsibility,

Peter. In a situation like this, it never hurts to delegate.

Did you promote me so that I could just hand my work over to other people?

Actually, I promoted you because you're a great kisser.

If I thought that were true, I wouldn't have accepted the position.

Yes? I'm sorry to bother you.

I'm Sharon Lockwood, your neighbor down the hall.

I locked myself out of my room. I went jogging without my key.

May I use your phone? Call the front desk.

Yes, yes. Come on in.

It's there on the table.

Oh, thank you.

Mr... It's Andrew Bartlett, Miss Lockwood. Oh.

Sharon, please.

Sharon. Thank you. Mm -hmm.

I promise, this is the last rush job I'll ask you to do today, Janice.

Mr. Bonner's over 80 and you can't keep him waiting, okay?

Thanks.

Bye.

Bye.

Billy, got a second?

Something wrong?

The guest who just came out of Mr.

Bartlett's suite.

You mean Mr. Fletcher's suite.

You know.

It's my business to know.

But what about the lady, her? I don't know.

She looks familiar.

Maybe someone I saw at his trial.

Hope she's not a reporter.

Is that your commentary on the new chef?

You mean assistant chef.

The new chef is out with the flu.

I really should get back to the office and deal with the staff shortage and the

sales pitch for Rob Kincaid.

You hardly ate.

I'm not hungry.

Well, I haven't seen you finish a meal for weeks.

I guess I have more important things on my mind than food.

Well, you can't keep up this pace if you don't get some nourishment.

Christine, is there something you're not telling me?

Of course not.

Delicious. Happy now?

I'm just concerned.

I know.

It's one of the things I love most about you.

There we are. Thank you.

Well, hi.

Sharon Lockwood, remember?

Oh, yes, yes, of course.

Well, that's a nice change of wardrobe.

No jogging tonight?

No.

Just upstairs to the crown room for dinner.

You?

I would really love it if you'd join me.

I have this expense account just waiting to be taken advantage of.

Come on.

Okay.

You're on.

isn't this working well the trouble is a lot of the staff aren't available for

extra duty what with second jobs babysitting problems school there just

enough bodies to go around there has to be some solution to this why don't we

let megan go home you and i can work out the double shift schedule over dinner i

guess peter's right we do have the early shift covered we could finish the rest

in the morning before my meeting with kincaid thanks good night

Thank you, Megan.

Bye.

Maybe if I clean the rooms myself.

What are you shooting for? General Manager of the Year?

Anything wrong with that?

I have done nothing but chatter ever since we sat down.

What about you, Andrew?

For instance, where do you live?

Oh, I live here in San Francisco.

Well, then why are you staying in a hotel?

Oh, just to get away from the grind for a few days.

You know, to get out of the rut.

Great. Then you can tell me what things I should see while I'm here.

You don't own a wax museum or a reptile circus or anything touristy like that?

No, no tickets to sell.

I'll be your tour guide, though.

How's that?

That's too good to be true.

No secrets you promise Just one My name

is not Bartlett it's Fletcher drew Fletcher from the murder trial

What's wrong?

It's just, I thought we were coming up here to work.

Christine, you've given it 200 % all day. All work, no play.

I've always been conscientious, Peter. There's nothing new about that.

But you've always made time for your personal life.

For us. This isn't like you.

Is there someone else?

No, Peter. Of course not.

It's just I have this hotel to run and not enough people to do the job

effectively.

Well, as long as my arrival is just an expensive collection of rooms for rent.

I'll tell you what. Why don't we go over the double shift schedule again and

I'll order up dinner.

You know, I think what I really need is just a good night's sleep.

Well, you have to eat sometime.

Maybe it's a touch of the flu coming on.

I should get home.

I'll have my car brought around.

No, no, a cab will be fine, really.

There is something, isn't there?

You know, you worry too much.

Good night.

Good night.

I even had one of them ask me, how does it feel finding out you're not guilty?

Well, I'm sure it's just the job they do, isn't it?

It's not personal.

When I leave my home and move into the hotel because the reporters won't leave

me alone, it's personal.

During the trial, you said that you knew one of the victims, Jennifer Haley.

Did you know her well?

Yes, I knew her well.

Well, thank you.

How is it you know so much about the trial when you live in Phoenix?

It was a big news item, even there.

Especially for a single woman living alone as I do.

This was supposed to be my treat, remember?

I've heard you can tell all about a person from a signature.

Really? What can you tell by mine?

A sensitive man.

Uh -huh.

A strong man.

Mmm.

A man who'd like a brandy after his dinner.

Come on. I'll take you to a little after -hours joint in North Beach.

Not just yet.

I'm sure it has more to tell.

Hi, this is Christine. I can't come to the phone right now, so just leave a

message at the beep.

Hi, it's me.

I just called to see how you're doing.

Call if you get a chance.

I love you.

I haven't been able to just talk to anybody in a long time.

About the trial, about anything.

I can feel the way people look at me.

Like they know I'm guilty.

You were lucky that you could convince the jury that you weren't. Luck? It

wasn't luck.

I didn't do it. I didn't do anything.

I didn't mean to say that you did it. I couldn't hurt anybody like that.

Especially not Jennifer.

They were so sure you killed her.

Well, they were wrong.

I was there. We had an argument, but I didn't strangle her.

I was just upset.

Fletcher!

Mr. Fletcher, would you give me a statement about the verdict?

I'd like to talk about an exclusive.

Sure.

Sure, why not? Good.

But I tell you what, you give me a call the week after hell freezes over and

I'll tell you everything.

Why can't you lousy parasites leave me alone?

Do I have to kill one of you?

Do I?

Do I?

Come on, I'm just doing my job, you know. Well, go do it someplace else.

Come on, let's get out of here.

And if the Carlisle wound is too formal, we have the vineyard. It could also be

set up for receptions, for the victory celebration, press conferences, anything

you need.

Anything?

For the regatta, Mr. Kincaid.

Well, I'll need security with all the jet -setters and celebrities I have

up. We have our own staff, and we contract out for major events.

You won't get any more major than this.

What if we get into bed together?

So to speak.

I'd be working with you, right?

Working is the key word, Mr. Kincaid.

Rob.

Rob.

Hmm.

To be honest, I was looking for a place a little closer to the water.

San Francisco, everything's close to the water.

Listen, Rob, if St. Gregory wants this event, we'll be competitive.

Well, if you can write up a formal presentation and get it to me by

Of course I can.

Why don't you bring it by in the evening, say about...

Notorious Rob Pincaid? Yeah.

How'd it go?

Great. He'd like something on paper, just the formality.

From what I hear, the Strand has the inside track. You may be wasting your

Not if I come up with a better offer.

I called you last night.

Yeah, I got your message.

I was worried.

I'm sorry, Peter.

When I got home, I climbed into bed with a book. I guess I fell asleep.

Are you feeling any better?

Do you feel like doing something tonight?

I don't know. I have this proposal to write up. I still have the staff problem

to work out.

You know, there just aren't enough hours in the day.

Well, why don't you check with me before you leave?

You might feel like a break by then.

Sure.

Guys like that reporter are why I'm at the hotel.

They've staked out my life.

Treat it like it belongs to them.

Have you always been so hot -headed?

You've got your share of nerve, haven't you?

No.

We're just two people talking.

You know you've got a temper.

You're right, I do know it.

My temper was the one big problem between Jennifer and me.

She had the same kind of clear green eyes as you.

You look a lot like her.

Both women who were strangled looked kind of alike, didn't they?

I don't know.

Jennifer was the only one I knew.

What did you argue about that night?

I haven't the slightest idea. I really don't remember.

Wasn't it about her being pregnant?

I mean, the newspaper said... No, no, it wasn't about that.

Why do you think we argued about that?

Eh?

I'm sorry. I guess I'm just a little itchy.

Don't you knock?

I did, twice.

Are you okay?

Yes, yes, I'm fine.

Did you want something?

Ruth called from housekeeping. Three more maids had to leave early today.

Oh, great. Just what I needed to hear.

You know, Christine, while you focus on the regatta proposal, I could finish the

double shift schedule. Then you could just go over it and... It's my

responsibility, Megan. I can handle it. If I ever get any peace and quiet.

I was just leaving.

Megan. Megan, I'm sorry.

I'm the one who should leave.

Probably get more done at home.

Thanks for the offer.

That's what I'm here for.

Oh, you just missed her. She went home.

She seemed real tired. I caught her nodding off at her desk.

Could be the flu. I mean, she's the perfect candidate.

Under pressure and overworked. I'm afraid she's creating a lot of the

herself.

Who is it?

Peter.

Peter.

Peter, I'm not feeling very well, and I look a mess.

I'd have to see that to believe it.

I was just going to bed.

I must have been flu.

Well, I have just what the doctor ordered.

Homemade chicken soup.

Oh, Peter, thank you. That's very sweet.

I'm sure I'll be fine in a minute. Shut me out, damn it, Christine.

I warned you.

I look terrible and I feel worse.

Satisfied enough?

You don't need a thing at work all day.

But now all this.

What's going on?

Nothing. This isn't nothing. Look, you wouldn't understand.

Try me, damn it, Christine. Talk to me. You wouldn't understand.

I understand that something's not right.

I understand that Christine that I know and love doesn't act like this. She

doesn't cut herself off from the world. She doesn't need to prove anything to

anyone.

Is it me?

Is it something I'm doing or not doing? No, it has nothing to do with you.

Please, let me just deal with this on my own.

Christine, you're always telling me to open up.

Well, now I'm telling you. Don't stretch yourself off. Talk to me. You're

hurting. I want to know why.

Peter, please.

I would really like you to leave.

That's not the solution. Peter, please.

Whatever it is, it's not going to go away by making me go away.

Do you think when I tell you I love you, it only covers the good times?

Peter, please. I would like you to just leave me alone.

There must be something we can do, Doc.

What about inoculating the staff? That is what's left of it.

Well, I'm afraid it's too late for preventive medicine, Peter.

I ought to know.

Now we'll just all have to ride it out.

Before you go, could I speak to you about Christine?

What seems to be the problem?

Well, it's just that I'm not sure. She's distant, humorless, consumed by work.

She's not eating right.

She's been losing weight.

And when we're together, she just sort of picks at her food.

But I surprised her at home last night and found a table covered with junk

She never eats that stuff.

But when I discuss it with her, she makes excuses.

Stress, fatigue, flu.

I'm hearing more than flu symptoms, Peter. The self -destructive behavior,

drive for perfection. No, no, those don't stem from a virus.

What do I do? How do I help?

Have Christine come see me Easier said than done

You're just the person I'm looking for. How are you coming with the security

courts? I'm running a little behind.

I mean, what with the stamp show and the prime minister taking over the eighth

floor. You know how it is. No, I don't know how it is. Do I have to do

everything myself?

Sorry, I'll get right on it. I need them this afternoon, Billy.

You have them.

Christine.

Peter.

Peter, I'm really sorry about last night.

When I'm under the weather, I get edgy.

Can I think?

We need to talk.

In private.

Whatever it is, you shouldn't ignore it or be ashamed of it. Come on, Peter.

Admit it. You're just feeling a little neglected, that's all.

Christine, I want to help you, but I can't do it unless you let me. I don't

any help because there is nothing wrong.

Did you ever think that maybe this is your hang -up? You just can't accept me

this new position.

Okay, maybe you're right. Maybe you can help me.

You want to talk about that? Yes, we will. It's just I can't talk about it

now. I have to go over the new schedule with the head of housekeeping.

The printer is waiting for my approval of the new Carlisle menu, and I have to

finish this proposal for Rob Kincaid.

I know all my hard work is going to pay off on this one, Peter.

It's not just another account.

It's an event, and the St. Gregory's going to be a part of it.

Christine, wait.

I can no longer live with the guilt.

Forgive me.

Still here?

Yeah, double shift. What about you?

Waiting for Megan.

Hey, Brian. Yeah.

Didn't I take bags to a room for someone named Lockwood?

Sharon Lockwood, 620.

Is this a test?

No.

It's a coincidence.

According to the paper here, the victim in the Fletcher trial, Jennifer Haley,

she was born Jennifer Lockwood.

Miss Lockwood, it's Mr. Fletcher.

It's open. Come on in.

You're early.

I'm on time.

Where I come from, punctuality is still considered a virtue.

And where I come from, a date who arrives at precisely the appointed time

early.

I'll be out in a minute. Fine.

I'm just putting on the finishing touches.

So

there's

nothing we can do?

Yes, I'll tell her.

Oh, Christine.

Wait, I'm late for my meeting with Rob Kincaid. That was him. He just called to

cancel. He has a dinner.

So you rescheduled?

You're going to call back and reschedule?

I don't understand.

He decided to go with another hotel.

What do you mean?

Oh, he got an offer he couldn't refuse.

We'll beat it. We can't. There's no such thing as can't. In this case, there is,

Christine. We can't move the St. Gregory to the wharf.

We're ten minutes away.

The Strand is right on the water.

What about our service, our accommodations?

I guess those aren't his primary concerns.

I'll make them his primary concerns. Get him on the phone.

Christine, it's too late.

David, at least try.

I can't believe he could do this.

And Kate went with a strand?

Calm down. You gave it your best shot. I don't expect any more than that. Well,

I do.

It's not the end of the world. It doesn't matter. It does matter.

Peter, don't tell...

Doesn't matter what it does. Don't patronize me, Pete.

Christine, what's wrong?

Get Dr. Kellen up here.

Is she all right?

She's resting now. I gave her a mild sedative. It takes care of tonight.

She should have some water.

Megan, would you mind? Oh, no, not at all.

Christine's not the only one I'm concerned about, Peter.

How are you doing?

Well, this thing has me so on edge, I can't concentrate, I can't sleep. I got

three days' worth of messages I haven't returned.

What's going on? What's wrong with her?

Well, in light of this anxiety attack and everything you've told me, she could

be suffering from an eating disorder.

I'd guess bulimorexia, which is a form of bulimia, although you would need a

specialist to... Whatever she needs, whatever it takes.

What it takes is immediate attention.

If untreated, the effects could be devastating.

Depression, gastrointestinal complications, cardiac arrest.

Bottom line?

Death.

Then I was thinking of going to Europe.

I have some business in Paris and London.

Maybe I'll just stay on for a while.

Combine business with pleasure?

And put the past behind me.

Once and for all.

Why wait for Europe when you could start tonight?

With a little help from a friend.

Feeling any better?

Good night's rest and I'll be good as new, you see.

Fine, but I don't think you should be here alone.

You don't have to stay.

I want to.

Now you go to sleep. If you need anything, I'll be in the next room.

I love you.

I know I haven't shown it lately, but... I know.

I love you, too.

I've been wanting to be with you like this since we met.

I thought the feeling was mutual.

Oh, it is.

But it's been a long time since I've made love to a woman.

Jennifer was the last.

That part of your life is over.

It's time to move on.

I'll be back in a minute.

Aren't you going to make yourself more comfortable?

I'm sorry.

This just doesn't feel right.

I thought being alone with me would excite you.

Especially a woman who looks so much like Jennifer.

I think that's what attracted me to you in the first place.

But I can't make love to you now.

Not while her memory is still so fresh.

Her memory is fresh for a lot of people.

People who want to finally see justice done.

You know, I thought being with you would make me forget.

When I look at you, I think of her.

I loved her so much, Sharon.

Jennifer and I, we had so many plans.

We were going to have a child.

She and that baby, they were my future.

They were my life.

I just loved her so much.

My God.

You did love her.

You really did love her, didn't you?

Yes.

What are you doing with that gun?

You weren't the only one who loved her.

What are you talking about?

What's going on here?

I'm so sorry.

I'm just so sorry.

But she was my sister.

Not exactly the breakfast of champions.

I'm a grown woman, Peter. I know what my body can handle.

Do you?

Look, Peter.

What? I should leave?

So you can keep hiding from your problem? That's the easy way out, isn't

Deny it so it doesn't exist?

Why do you keep insisting I'm trying to hide something?

Damn it, Christine. Open your eyes. You're on a self -destruct course, and

not going to stand by and let you continue.

You're not going to let me continue.

This is my body, Peter. I control it, not you.

Let me help.

I want you to be well again.

No, you don't. You want me to be perfect.

What are you talking about?

You want me to be pretty and thin, always looking just right, the picture

poise, someone you can take any place, any time and be proud of.

You want me to be your friend, your lover, your business associate.

Ready at a moment's notice to listen, to solve a problem, to take over for you.

Christine Francis Superwoman.

That's what you want. No, Christine, that's what you want.

I sat at the back of the courtroom every day during the trial.

Knowing that you killed her, hating you, I was sure, I was so sure that

when they found you not guilty, I thought justice hadn't been done.

So I came here to do it myself.

An eye for an eye.

Your life for my sister's.

I had it all worked out.

The suicide note?

My signature?

Even a gun.

It could never be traced to me.

Everything except the right man.

I'm... I'm so sorry.

Maybe it's time we both put Jennifer's memory to rest.

Dr. Townsend said this was the next logical step after the medical and

psychological evaluations.

You're going to be just fine.

And then in my senior year, I met Daniel Farr, my comparative arts professor.

He was handsome, charming, intelligent, sensitive.

I wanted to be perfect for him.

I wanted to act right.

I wanted to look right.

That meant being thin.

I had a roommate.

who had been on a diet since high school.

She taught me her secret.

Eat all you want... and then just throw it up.

The thought repulsed me.

But I was desperate, so I tried it, and it worked.

I was too busy trying to be perfect for Daniel.

I didn't even notice he wasn't interested in me, then or otherwise.

But by that time, it was too late.

I was hooked.

Then new Daniel Forrest started springing up. Sometimes they were other

sometimes they were jobs.

Always some new pressure, always some new reason to be in control, to be

perfect, to be the best.

had the perfect solution binge and purge

my own little personal secret that kept me

going that let me be cool

and confident on the outside

Then things changed.

I came to San Francisco.

I found a job I loved.

I was making a new start.

Taking control.

Real control.

Suddenly, food wasn't so important anymore.

I didn't need to believe me.

I beat it.

So why am I here?

old fears are back.

I'm in love again, but I can't help thinking, well, is the romance

then like the others?

And I got a promotion, a big promotion, but can I really handle it?

Well, when I can't, I have my escape hatch.

I don't want to be controlled by this horrible disease.

I want to destroy it before it destroys me.

I want to stop.

I need to stop.

And you know what?

I'm going to do it.

But for the first time in my life.

It won't be for someone else.