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Christine, he's a big political contributor. It's invited to all the

fundraisers in town, and all I heard about for a solid hour was the boring

on what he calls the rubber chicken circuit.

Let me get this straight.

We're having this meeting because your racquetball partner didn't like his

lunch. Was he dining here?

Oh, no complaints about our banquet service so far. I just want to make sure

there won't be any. Believe me, Mr. McDermott, the day we serve our first

chicken, I'll have the chef's head on a platter.

Serving 4 ,200 meals a day every day is a big job. I just want to make sure that

we're not taking any shortcuts we might regret.

No, I did a spot check on the serving line. We have a tornadoth of beef.

Is this taste test really necessary?

I'm sorry.

Look, I'm doing my best. The past two days have been... It's okay, really.

It's got to be hard suddenly losing your best friend.

Maybe some time off? Thanks, Mr. McDermott, but the routine is what I

If I didn't have something to take my mind off... Well, I'm fine,

really.

And if the catering is fine... Then I guess we're all fine.

An extra dry martini for the lady.

And milk for the gentleman.

Thank you.

Wrong. Wrong, Gavin. They're all wrong.

They're always all wrong with you, Sidney. But we always find someone and

always turn out to be right for you.

One more time.

Trust me, he's here somewhere.

This time he's not.

This new line of clothes I'm representing calls for a fresh face.

Something not so pretty.

More primitive.

Rugged.

Maybe older.

I don't know. I'm afraid I don't either.

How about him?

I need the man that every man would like to be.

The man every woman wants.

This is purely professional.

But how long has it been since, Paul?

Three years, isn't it?

Quite a while to be alone.

First of all, I'm not alone.

I have my work.

Second, it's only been two and a half years.

And third, it's none of your business. Of course it's my business.

We've been friends for 20 years.

I want to see you happy.

There's nothing like a stable relationship to ensure that.

So you in from Rockport for business or pleasure, Mr. Lambert?

It's personal business.

Lots of sites to see. Great restaurants. I could recommend a few if you'd like.

I'm afraid this isn't a pleasure trip.

My daughter was killed in an automobile accident the day before yesterday.

Maybe you knew her. She worked here.

Joanne Lambert.

Joanne. Joanne Lambert.

I didn't make the connection.

I'm really sorry.

She hadn't worked here long, but everyone loved her.

You know, it never occurred to me.

Six years she lived here, my first visit to San Francisco would be to bring home

her body.

Yes, Kevin, I got the new photos.

What kind of a name is Granite? His name is the most rugged thing about him.

Kevin, I was counting on you.

Could you hold on a minute? There's someone at the door.

Front desk said you lost an earring down the drain. Oh, yes, yes. I'm glad

you're here. The bathroom is... Well, I'm sure you know where the bathroom is.

If I get lost, I yell.

As I was saying, Kevin, I'll know him when I see him, but he's just not here.

Uh, sink or bathtub?

Think. Think it is.

I thank you for letting me into my daughter's apartment.

No problem, Mr. Lambert.

I'm sure sorry about Joanne.

Nice girl.

Always polite, never any trouble.

If you need anything, I'll be down in the office. Thank you. Thank you very

much.

I'm sorry, please, don't be frightened. I'm Joanne's father.

The building manager let me in.

Oh, Mr. Lambert.

I'm, uh... I'm Carol Bowman. I called you about Joanne.

I'm so sorry.

If I'd known you were coming in so early, I would have given you my office

number at the hotel.

Oh, at the St. Gregory.

Yeah. I knew Joanne was sharing her apartment. I didn't realize it was

from work.

Just shows you how little I knew about my daughter.

She was bicycling and traveling.

Even opera.

Well, Aida was my contribution.

Phantom of the opera was more Joanne style.

Well, you're certainly welcome to keep all the records if you wish. I'd like to

put Joanne's affairs in order. You know, make good on any debts that she has and

ship all her stuff back to me.

That was taken in Puerto Vallarta.

We bought the frame in Venice.

Joanne had a cameo necklace.

She wore it all the time. It was my mother's.

Yes.

I'll be happy to look for it.

Thank you.

I'd appreciate that a lot.

And if you don't mind, I'll come back tomorrow with some boxes to pick up

Joanne's things.

You will try and find the cameo.

I'll look.

Good night.

Ms. Page, it took a little longer than I thought, but here you are.

Was it in that little, what do you call it, trap thingy under the sink?

No, I looked there, but it was on the floor behind the little trash thingy.

I'm sorry.

No problem. Glad I could be of help.

Oh, I didn't get your name.

Chuck Fisher.

Um, Ms. Page, you have any more plumbing problems? You just asked for me.

You know, you're a very handsome man.

And you're a very attractive woman, but I'm just here to do the plumbing.

I know what you're thinking, and that's not what I'm after.

Have you ever done any modeling?

What, you mean for pictures?

No, I never thought about it.

You should think about it.

It's incredibly good pay. You know, just pose, click, pose, click.

Money in the bank.

It's that easy.

Interested?

You. You're offering me a job?

Look, see, I represent this new line of men's clothes.

I've been auditioning models from here to New York, but I haven't been able to

find that look.

What look is that?

The look you have.

Boy, you sounded terrible when you called.

I was really worried about you.

Thank you so much for coming out.

Look, I know it's been a rough couple of days, but if there's anything I can do

to help... Tell me what to do, Julie.

Joanne's father wants to take everything back to Maine with him.

All her things.

Her, uh...

Cameo. Didn't she give that to you when you moved into the apartment again?

Lenny, he doesn't know that.

And he doesn't understand what it all means to me, Judy.

Six years together.

And he just wants to pack everything up in boxes and just shut away.

He doesn't know you and Joanne were lovers.

I'm sorry, this feels funny, what I do with my hands.

Just be natural.

You're doing fine.

He has possibilities.

Possibilities?

We do something with the sideburns.

We rinse and style his hair, and he's perfect.

He has a look, maybe the look.

He'd be a great addition to your agency, and I could be his first assignment.

That is, my campaign would be his first assignment. Can I change now?

I'm sold.

Sidney's never been wrong before, so who am I to disagree?

We'll set up a camera test this afternoon, if that's good. Yeah, fine by

You do agree. It's the look.

I'm more concerned with your look when you look at him.

The last time I saw you this excited about someone, it was Paul.

How can you even compare the two?

I can't. I've only known Chuck half an hour, and I already like him more than

your ex -husband.

That's funny.

Me too.

How you doing?

I can't tell him.

If Joanne could never talk to her father about us, how can I?

Telling him would make him know how you feel and that you're entitled.

It shouldn't really make any difference.

Not his feelings about her.

Probably will, won't it?

Well, never easy.

But a timing sure isn't the greatest.

Now, he has enough to deal with already.

Maybe it's better he never finds out.

These were Joanne's from her locker. I thought you'd like to have them.

Oh, yes, thank you, Eric. I would.

There's an envelope addressed to you and me.

I said, if there's anything else you need... No, no, no, no. Thank you, Eric.

You've been very helpful. I appreciate it.

Joanne.

Scully?

Okay. Happy birthday, Dad.

My gift to you this year is a heart -to -heart talk.

Well, my half of it, anyway.

I know it's never been easy between us.

Everything was always an issue.

Negotiation, my friends, my grades, when I got to use the car.

If I got to use the car.

We either argued at the top of our lungs or tiptoed around each other, talked

about the weather or the Celtics instead of what was really on our minds.

I know you never meant to be so stern.

So unapproachable.

I rehearsed what I wanted to say to you over and over, but I don't know how to

start.

What I wanted to tell you is something that I felt for a long time.

Exciting, but scary.

And strange.

Something I could never ask you, but I couldn't even really understand it

until I met my roommate, Carol.

We've been together for six years now, Dad.

Like they say, I guess it must be love.

I don't embarrass you this afternoon, Miss Page.

Could you please call me Sidney?

And you won't embarrass me.

I expect great things from you, and I have no doubt you're going to deliver

them.

The new look is wonderful.

Yeah, is it? The suit is great.

Oh, I have some other clothes I want you to wear for the pictures.

You're not what I imagined at all. You know, I thought a successful

businesswoman had to be tough, cold.

You're not. I like you.

I like you, too.

Are you married?

No, I'm not.

Have you been?

Yes, I was once, but it didn't work out.

Are you married or have a girlfriend?

Anyone in particular?

No. No one in particular.

Well, that's probably for the best.

You know, modeling can call for irregular hours, long trips.

If this works out, it could put a strain on a relationship.

If you had a relationship.

Which I don't.

So you said.

Mr. McDermott, this is not easy for me.

But I think there is something that you should know.

My daughter was always a good girl.

Unfortunately, she and I were not very close.

At home, she was rather shy and quiet.

I always felt that she was too easily led, influenced by others.

Maybe she was a late bloomer.

Her records here, her friends... One of her friends, a member of your staff,

took advantage of Joanne, corrupted her.

You're speaking sexually?

Mr. Lambert, this isn't a summer camp.

Joanne was, what, 27?

It was her roommate, Carol Bowman.

Now, whatever our problems might have been at home, my daughter was not

abnormal. She dated a great deal. She was not interested in other women.

saying that Joanne and Carol Bowman had a relationship?

Joanne left me a confession.

A videotape. It's the only explanation.

A confession.

Why are you telling me this?

Good Lord, man, isn't it obvious?

This Bowman woman works with the public every single day, representing you, your

hotel. Now what are you going to do about it? You're suggesting I what, fire

her? You certainly aren't going to leave her in a position of being able to prey

on other vulnerable young women.

I appreciate your concern, Mr. Lambert, and your surprise, but whatever I do,

I'm not going to be pressured by you or anyone else.

Chloe, clue this cable down here, please. Thank you.

Have you just closed that off for me?

Thanks. All right, guys, he's clear.

All right, relax.

Relax. Flip that collar up.

Okay, look this way.

Perfect.

Okay, now up.

Great.

Great. Excuse me, please.

All clear, guys.

Okay, don't smile.

But this is friendly. Yeah, too friendly.

Trust me.

Wait a second, wait a second.

I want a little more chest in this shot.

About one more button, how's that?

Terrific.

Okay, a little off to your left.

Okay, one more.

And you found him under your sink.

Amazing. It's a needle.

Terrific.

Okay.

You want, Mr. Gates?

Miss Page?

That should be fine, I'm sure. Enough to tell us what we've got, at least.

My gut tells me he's got what it takes.

He's not your usual type. He's older, inexperienced.

When our people get through with him, they'll have him polished in no time.

But not too polished, I hope.

He's got a... Sidney, we've got to talk.

Of course.

Well, I'll see if I can't speed the process along.

I know.

I know. You're going to tell me you had no idea modeling was such hard work.

The trick is to make it look easy.

No, I don't mind hard work. I never have. It's not that.

What then?

Everybody talks about me like I'm not in the room. I haven't heard my name all

day. I've been pushed and dressed and posed and I can't even smile when I want

to. Frankly, I'm beginning to feel like a piece of meat.

If we gave you that impression... Nobody seems to notice that I'm a person or

particularly care.

I know you're a person. Do you?

I don't think so.

Hi, you want to see me? Yeah, if you have a minute. Sure. Sit down.

I'm not quite sure how to approach this, but, uh... Well, Mr.

Lambert came by this morning and, uh... He said you were... Well, you had a

relationship with his daughter.

You what?

Well, apparently she left him a videotape.

Oh, my God, the videotape.

We taped it about a month ago.

She was going to send it to him to explain about everything.

She couldn't get up the courage.

Must have just sat in her locker.

Carol, I know this must be a bad time for you, but... Mr. McDermott, I... I

didn't think he knew.

I've been trying not to tell him.

Spare his feelings.

And he tells you.

Will this affect my job?

I know people can be, well,

oversensitive about things.

Well, you should know by now that the only thing Miss Francis and I are

sensitive about is the kind of treatment our guests get.

And on that score, you're doing fine.

No, I was, uh... I just want to make sure that you knew you had a problem

Mr. Lambert.

And I hope you can work things out.

Thanks, Mr. McDermott.

So do I.

I called maintenance. They told me you were here.

Oh, I would have been by later anyway. I owe you an apology.

For what?

You know.

It's forgotten.

The important thing is, I got the pictures back, and wait till you see

Sidney, I've always felt really good about myself, like I had a lot to offer,

but today...

Everybody treated me like I wasn't really there, like I was something to

and not talk to.

Look, I'm aware this is all new to you, but modeling is a business.

And like any other business, it has its pressures and its deadlines.

Don't throw this opportunity away just because you... I'm a plumber because I

like being a plumber.

This whole thing was a bad idea to begin with.

Is that why you kissed me?

To prove it was a bad idea?

You're going to have to excuse me. I've got to get this fixed before the dinner

rush.

Chuck, if you just look at them, they're better than we even imagined.

I'm sorry, but I really don't think it's for me.

Christine, did you know that Joanna and Carol were lovers?

Word gets around.

Why?

You never mentioned it, that's all.

Well, I didn't think it was any big deal.

It is to her father.

I have nothing to say to you.

Mr. McDermott told me you went to see him.

You go to my boss, try to get me fired, and you have nothing to say to me?

Joanne's videotape made it very clear what your relationship was.

You manipulated my daughter. You took advantage of her. I don't call a six

relationship taking advantage, Mr. Lambert. You should be glad she was

with someone. Happy?

My daughter was never afraid to tell me anything unless she had done something

wrong or something that she was ashamed of. She wasn't ashamed of us, but she

was afraid if you knew, you wouldn't love her.

How could I not love her? She's my daughter.

Yeah, but in all the years Joanne and I were together, you hardly called, you

never came for a visit, you didn't even know her anymore. Wait a minute. And you

think you can just fail... in here now and pick up the pieces. Well, some of

those pieces belong to me, and you can't have them. Oh, yes, I can. I'm her

father. I am her family. I am her flesh and blood. We traveled together. We

lived together. We shared a life.

Is our situation really that different? Yes.

Yes, damn it, it is.

I am family.

You.

You're a roommate.

A friend, maybe.

But you are not family.

Whatever your connection with my daughter, it is over.

And tomorrow I am taking her body and her things, all of her things, home to

Maine. No, you aren't. I'm going to fight you on this.

Don't do it, Miss Bowman.

I will use the courts.

I will use publicity, whatever it takes. And you will regret it. I swear you

will.

I want to thank you, Mr. Norscott, for meeting me here.

I realize lawyers aren't usually asked to make house calls. It's no problem,

Miss Bowman. Peter McDermott explained your situation.

I guess I represent a side of Joanne her father didn't know, doesn't want to

know.

Taking away everything we shared is his way of denying what we had together, who

Joanne was.

I can't let him do that.

Not for me, for her.

It's not so much what you or Mr. Lambert wants, but what state law dictates.

Aren't there protections for someone in my situation?

Mr. McDermott seemed to think that... Probate law is very clear.

In the absence of a will, Joanne's family becomes her sole heir.

Her entire estate, everything she owned or had claimed to, goes to them. Or in

this case, to her father.

And him alone.

That's it?

Can't anything be done?

Well, that's what a will is for.

You could file a petition in probate court.

But the precedents aren't good.

Realistically, well, the most you could hope for would be some sort of nuisance

settlement, you know, to make you go away.

In light of what you told me, I don't think even that is very likely.

But it's not fair.

But it is the law.

You know, my advice would be to ask yourself whether a court fight would be

worth it.

The time, money, and public exposure.

At some point, you're going to have to put Mr. Lambert and Joanne behind you.

And get on with your life.

Hey, Chuck.

Maintenance is looking for you. Some kind of an emergency in the Macau suite.

I'll get right on it.

Would you say that emergency was?

I think I heard the Macau suite.

Problem?

No. No.

problem. Thanks.

And what's all this for?

Certainly not for me.

It's for Chuck Fisher. I don't want to lose him for this campaign.

The campaign, of course.

So you've tricked him up here to seduce him into signing on the dotted line.

Who said anything about seduction?

Wine? Candlelight?

The dress?

Not exactly your usual power suit.

Chuck needs special handling.

And you've got to leave. He's going to be here any minute.

Shall I climb out the window?

No, just answer the door and get out.

Oh, hello, Mr. Gates.

Is there an emergency here?

There seems to be.

And good luck with it.

believe I lost my earring again?

Only this time I checked behind the basket.

I think it's really down the sink this time.

Well, I'll see what I can do.

Have you eaten yet?

I'm off after this job. I'll catch something there.

What luck.

See, I had a date tonight, but it seems I've been stood up. So if you'd like to

share a bite.

I don't think so.

Maybe some champagne?

It goes flat if nobody drinks it, and then it's no good to anybody.

I can't drink on the job.

Chuck, why did you kiss me today?

mean anything by it.

That's not how it felt.

I think you meant something and I'd like to know what.

Where's that straightforward attitude you had earlier?

I kissed you because I like you.

I want you to take me seriously.

How could you think I didn't take you seriously?

How could you ever think that?

I've been there before.

It's because you're who you are, and I'm who I am.

Let me tell you who I am.

I didn't have a date tonight, and I wasn't stood up, and there's no earring

down that sink.

I ordered that dinner for you, and I dressed for you.

Maybe I'm trying too hard.

But it's been a long time since I've felt this way, and... I'm terrified of

looking foolish.

Tell me the truth.

Is that what I'm doing? Do I look foolish to you?

Then why aren't you kidding?

You can't drink on the job, but what about this?

They never said anything about death.

I've been a lawyer, Mr. Lambert.

He says I could challenge you in court.

But it wouldn't do much good.

Good.

I'm delighted you've decided to see reason.

This isn't about reason, Mr. Lambert. It's about Joanne.

Who keeps her photographs or her cameo won't change who she was.

Or who she loved.

I don't want to hear that from you, Miss Bowman.

Not from you or from anybody else.

What it all boils down to is that I am family and you're... Don't talk to me

about family!

I spent the night of Joanne's accident in a trauma center waiting room.

Asking every nurse, every orderly how she was.

They wouldn't let me in to see her. Not even when she regained consciousness.

Not even to say goodbye because I wasn't family.

Mr. Lambert, your daughter died alone, surrounded by strangers because I wasn't

family.

I appreciate what you're telling me, Miss Bowman, but it doesn't make any

difference, not really.

If you are going to contest my plans... If we went to court over what was hers

or mine or ours...

to spoil the memories I have of her.

And when I looked at this, I wouldn't be remembering the day she gave it to me.

I'd be thinking of my legal battle with you.

So I'm not going to fight you on this.

You can have the cameo and everything else.

But would you mind not coming by for Joanne's things until tomorrow?

It's been a really long day.

I need some time.

That was wonderful. Thank you.

Trust me when I say the pleasure was mine.

I gotta get going, I'm afraid.

Chuck, has it really been a long time since you slept with someone?

I'm surprised.

Why?

I just am.

I would imagine you could have any woman you wanted.

I don't see it that way.

Besides, that's not what I'm about.

What then?

Told you, I'm from a small town.

Sex isn't about sex, it's about people.

Is that funny? No.

It's just, I'm from a world where sex is about power.

Can't you stay a little longer?

I could be in trouble already. I'd like to be able to keep my job here.

Why? This is my job. What do you mean, why?

I just assumed... That because we slept together, I'd change my mind, do

whatever you wanted me to do?

Modeling isn't exactly the salt mines.

This could be a big break for you.

And I want to help.

I want to mold you, guide your career.

Sex is about power to you, isn't it?

You're taking this all wrong.

You don't need a man at all, Miss Page. You need a model, and it looks like

you'd do just about anything to get one. Well, count me out.

I don't play those games.

Thanks anyway, guys.

Nothing personal.

Thank you.

Thank you.

Thank you. Bye -bye.

Nothing new, nothing fresh.

Well, we'll just have to keep on looking.

What now?

We'll just have to keep on looking, I guess. You've seen everything I can

you. But it's always Chicago.

Oh, God, Kevin.

I'm so confused.

Chuck, why am I not surprised?

I thought I was through with romance.

I have my career, my friends.

You can't curl up next to your career, Sidney.

And even good friends have to draw the line somewhere.

Well, it's too late now.

Even if there was a chance, it's gone now.

Tell you what.

How about you and me doing the town tonight?

It'll give you a chance just to have fun for a change.

Put the work aside for the night.

What do you say?

I say you're a good friend, Kevin.

Julie, nothing's going to change who Joanne was. I know that.

And I know she'd hate the fact that we were both fighting over her.

I just wish... I wish...

The fact that her father and I both loved her could have brought us

You know, not pushed us apart.

Mr.

Lambert?

Oh, Mr. McDermott.

I'll be leaving tonight with my daughter's things.

I hope you and Carol Bowman have resolved your differences.

Nothing to resolve. Never was.

I was merely exercising my rights as Joanne's father. Miss Bowman is entirely

your problem. I think the problem is your refusal to accept your daughter for

who she was.

But you see, you can't change who she was. I don't think she knew who she was,

Mr. McDermott. And I don't think she was a very happy young lady.

And if this lifestyle that she chose for herself was so damn gay, how come she

never elected to tell me about it while she was still alive?

Well, that, Mr. Lambert, is a question you should probably be asking yourself.

Gorgeous, you know that?

You obviously have a warped sense of gorgeous, but thank you.

Any word from Chuck?

I didn't expect any.

It was just a flake, nothing more.

Ask him if you don't believe me. And I don't believe you.

You're a friend. You have to. It's in the contract.

Are those the infamous earrings?

The very ones.

If it hadn't been for this, none of this would have happened.

I don't believe I did that.

It was an accident.

Freud says there are no accidents.

Freud should mind his own business.

That's an expensive earring. What'll I do?

If I were you...

It's not a false alarm this time. I mean, right down the drain. Kevin was

He was a witness.

It was an accident.

Well, Freud says there's no such thing.

So I hear.

You're full of surprises.

You know that?

What do you mean?

Freud? A man who'd rather take pipes apart than make a living on his looks?

Not so surprising, if you really knew me.

Is it too late for that?

To really get to know you?

You know, you're right about me. I don't want to be a model, so if that's what

you're trying... I'm not trying to do anything but say I'm sorry for how I've

been.

I realize I tried to force you in my business for the worst possible reason.

To be close to you.

How unprofessional, right?

I like you, Sidney.

I'd like to spend time with you.

Do you mean that?

Bet you're full of some surprises yourself.

You bet your ass I am.

You may have the contents of these boxes, but I have the memories.

You know, we really should have something in common.

We both loved her.

I loved her very much.

Oh, my.

Oh, my.

I bought this doll for her on a business trip to Pennsylvania.

She must have been five or six.

She lived with this thing.

Ate with it. She was never without it.

The night her mother died, she cried herself to sleep in my big chair.

Dolly, right in her arms.

She never told me about that.

Raising a daughter single -handedly.

Wasn't easy.

For either one of us.

Just as we needed each other most.

She started slipping away.

I thought, sure, we'd patch things up.

Get closer someday.

Someday.

Maybe you're right.

Memories are the most important thing.

I was always a better talker than I was a listener.

Maybe Joanne just got tired of trying to break through.

Maybe it's time I started to listen a little.

What do you mean?

You're the only one who can help me fill in all the blanks.

Keep what's important to you.

The photos.

The mementos.

Starting with this.

Just do me a favor. Just take me through them.

Tell me what they meant.

What she said, where she found them, whatever it was that made them so

to her.

And then maybe I... Maybe I can understand.

Who Joanne grew up to be while I wasn't looking.

Hello. Hi.

authorized a few days off for carol bowman i know that's your area but i

think you'd mind he's going back to maine with mr lambert for the funeral

i'm glad they worked it out it's a shame it couldn't have happened while his

daughter was still alive well it happens all the time people wait till it's too

late to say what they mean what's really important i'd hate to see that happen

to us what are you trying to say