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Thank you.

At least tell me if I'm under arrest. You ought to be under observation.

Go ahead, Gail.

Observe me all you want.

That's part of what living together is all about. Don't even dream this is

to work.

I'll get you out if I have to throw you out in the trash.

That would certainly bring the cops back.

And even then, they'd say the same thing they just did.

You won a war, fine.

But I warn you, you'll lose.

Goodbye, Gail.

Have a nice day at work. And remember, I'll be right here when you get home.

Somebody told me that if you tallied up the net worth of all the parents at

Eastside Prep, you could wipe out the entire national debt in one fell swoop.

I have a feeling Alan Rush could do it single -handedly.

Well, this is it. The venerable institution itself.

Wow, it's beautiful.

You have time for the grand tour?

No, I've got a meeting with this new fashion editor I'd like to hire, Rachel

Dennis. Supposedly, she's this genius young talent from London.

Getting her to come to Communique would be a major clue.

Ah, that explains why you changed your clothes three times this morning.

And? You look beautiful, as always.

Good answer.

So, what do you want to do for dinner tonight?

Oh, let's see. I'll stop by Valducci's on the way home.

Taxi!

Wish me luck with Rachel. Bye.

I'm wishing her luck.

You won't need it. Thanks.

Good morning. Hi.

It was nice to finally meet you.

How was your flight?

Oh, it was a little conflict.

I arrived before I depart. How can you beat that?

Well, you certainly don't look like you're suffering from jet lag.

Thank you.

But you had time to look at some of our back issues?

Yes, and you were right to call. Fashion does not appear to be the strong suit

of this publication.

Tell me about it.

My goal is to bring the fashion content of Communiqué on par with some of the

best publications in the country.

Well, you've set yourself quite a challenge.

I know.

That's why you're here.

So tell me, Rachel, how can we create a distinctive style sense here at

Communiqué?

Well, the first step I'd take is to make it less quaint.

I mean, you're familiar with my work, so you know that I'm always out to shock.

Unfortunately, New York editors always seem a bit timid.

You know, same supermodel, same stylist, same overexposed designers.

You may be right, but I'm not from New York.

Then perhaps you have the perspective to recognize an original idea when you

hear one.

Just out of curiosity, you're so hot in London.

Why are you looking to make a move here?

The truth is I've just been through a pretty messy divorce.

And I just thought that a change of continents plus a new challenge would do

good. So, give me carte blanche, Stephanie, and I'm sure we can make a

If not, I can still make it home for dinner.

For the record, I don't give anybody carte blanche.

But creatively, I won't stand in your way.

Wonderful.

So when can I start?

This morning.

I have your office already set up, and there's a department head meeting

scheduled in one hour.

Stephanie, you don't waste any time.

We don't have any time, Rachel. No, the situation is desperate, but not serious.

Third office on your right. My assistant will show you the way. Right. Well,

I'll see you in an hour then.

Great.

Morning,

Jack. How did we do with that pre -trial hearing? Judge ruled in our favor.

Trial's pushed back till next month. Good. So you have time to spare to work

our investigation of the mayor's office.

I don't understand, Jack. You just took me over. We'll be grateful you're

getting a second chance.

Thanks to your night out with the Globe reporter, all City Hall knows we're up

to something.

And since our cover's been totally blown, we need a way to throw everybody

off track, including the Globe, in fact, starting with us. So what can I do for

you? Take another night out with that same Globe reporter. Leak the wrong

suspect's name to her, let her think it's a scoop.

The Globe runs her story, everybody's fooled, including the girl who fooled

You mean Alex Bertoli?

I don't know, maybe I should be out for blood, but I'd just rather keep my

distance from her. Well, aren't we noble?

Actually, apathetic.

It's over and done with.

You already spilled your guts to her once. I think you can manage to do it

again. Jack, I'm sure she feels terrible about what you did. Terrible about a

page one story in the Sunday Globe, the biggest break of her crappy career?

You of all people know how the press works.

Why protect some two -faced tabloid reporter?

It doesn't matter. She won't take my calls.

She's still a female, and you're Peter Fairchild, and I don't intend to blow

this investigation.

New York City, not Paris, okay? We want to get our minds off the runway and onto

the street where the truly interesting fashion is found.

Rachel?

Ah!

Carrie! What are you doing here?

Trying to inject some style into this.

Hang on.

Thanks, everyone. That'll be all for now, okay?

So, last I heard, you made a great marriage.

My invitation must have got lost in the mail.

David wanted a small wedding for 700.

But I insisted on a local to Paris.

I know I know, dumbest decision I ever made in my life.

Obviously not as dumb as marrying David, or why else would you be here?

Right up until the moment I left him, I kept hoping things would work out. I

don't know who I was kidding.

Cliched as it sounds, money can't buy love.

Maybe not, but it sure pays for everything else.

Fabulous, huh? Fabulous.

Free Colombian emerald in a gold setting.

Mm -hmm.

Perfect for our new fashion editor at Communique.

Mm -hmm. So you're a career woman and a world -class social climber.

Oh, coming from you, I'm going to take that as a compliment.

God, she's like old times.

Mm -hmm.

Oh, Stephanie.

Sorry to distract your new find, but this is a surprise reunion.

I can tell.

How do you two know each other?

We go way back. Swiss boarding school.

Sounds glam.

Only for Carrie. I was on scholarship. All I did was study.

Study the male species she needs.

Carrie has me confused with herself.

Maybe she finally met her match.

Let me know if there's anything you need.

Okay, thanks.

I'm sure Stephanie's made all the arrangements, but if there's anything I

to help... As a matter of fact, there is.

Could I crash at your place for the rest of the month?

You know, it gets so lonely staying at a hotel. At least until I find an

apartment. Stay as long as you like. I'll have a spare set of keys made

Carrie, I don't know how to thank you.

Then don't. It would be great just having you around.

Stephanie.

How well do you know Rachel Dennis?

Just met this morning.

How it work, though?

Revamp Britney Spears?

Uh -huh.

That may be the buzz, but it's not the truth.

I heard the whole story on my last trip to London.

She backstabbed her boss and stole all the credit.

Well, she won't have time for that stuff around here.

I'll be working her way too hard.

Working too hard? You don't know Rachel Dennis.

I know she won't be producing plays.

Thank you, Carrie, for your concern.

Five minutes, please. I'm just doing some final fact -checking. You checking

facts? This must be a first.

Peter, what are you doing here?

Don't worry, I'm not going to sue.

I won't even shatter your kneecaps today.

Meaning you're just here to humiliate me.

Meaning I just wanted to see you.

Have dinner with me tomorrow night.

Despite everything that's happened between us, I can't help thinking that

something's still there.

And I don't want to turn my back on it.

Do you?

Well, this is a 180 -degree turn.

Is your supermodel friend out of town tomorrow night?

La Belle Park.

8 p .m.

You want security?

This ought to do you fine.

Access control, full alarm system.

It's kind of with a keypad, right? Right. Just punching your code. No key

necessary. This'll withstand 1 ,500 pounds of pressure. You'd need a Buick

knock the door down. I'm sold. How soon can you install it? Guaranteed up and

running by midnight tonight.

I say that'll get the message across. You don't know this girl. She's not real

subtle. Sounds like a stalker. What are you, famous or something?

Because we get our share of celebrities here, too. Of course, they got more

serious problems. Stuff we tell them right off, we can't solve.

What other options do they have?

Live ones.

Bodyguards. Don't get too close or they'll pull the trigger.

We're talking about goons.

NYPD rejects.

They got itchy fingers. They can't wait to scratch.

And anybody can just go hire these guys?

Look, kid, this stuff will do you just fine.

$1 ,700, plus tax.

So by the time we had hung the last canvas, I looked around and I thought,

this... Could be it. The breakout show that puts me on the map.

I already know the art is great.

All I have to do now is make sure it sells.

Fair try.

Will you do me a favor?

At least yawn so I know I'm not eating alone.

Sorry, Nikki.

Big case had a new twist today.

Which you can't discuss, I understand.

But you will be at the gallery tomorrow.

I don't think I can.

I might have a date.

It must be pretty major for you to miss an opening of mine, so tell me, anyone I

know? Alex Bertoli.

The reporter who wrote that story on you?

I'm sorry, did I miss something here?

Obviously this is confidential.

It's an order from my boss.

The DA is making you take this girl out.

I know how it sounds. He's got a game plan.

And it's not like she doesn't always want... An eye for an eye. Men are so

mature. There's more to it than that.

And I feel guilty about what I'm doing to Alex.

You always were the exception to the rule.

Can't you just tell your boss no?

Sure, but I didn't.

And I don't think I will.

I guess I'm not an exception after all.

Rise and shine.

Deanne, if you're smart, you're back in a new time zone by now.

And why's that?

You tell me. You boosted all my stuff.

Now, why on earth would I ever do something like that?

Besides, when it comes to burglary in New York City, you can choose from a

of thousands.

Trying to jack up my cell phone bill now. How'd you get this number anyways?

This is Amy Harris of the Salvation Army calling.

The Salvation Army?

Actually, right now is not a very good time.

We just wanted to thank you so much for your very generous donation.

Thank you for what generous donation?

Oh, well, where do I start? All your furniture, the clothing, the solar

flex. You're just flying out of our store.

Anything for a worthy cause.

So what's your policy on returning this stuff?

Mr. Chase, as you know, we are a charity. Bad joke, I'm sorry.

Oh, well, thank you again. And please, don't forget to thank your lovely wife,

too.

Yes, I'll thank Mrs. Chase, too.

That looks nice on you.

Thanks for letting me borrow it.

All my stuff will be here soon.

Along with my first major settlement check.

How much is major?

Not enough to impress a fair child.

Don't confuse a good name with a big bank account. Why do you think my mother

married Alan Rush?

Then it wasn't true love.

That's a slight understatement.

Well, if your mother doesn't have her own money, where do you get all of

Wherever I can.

You mean from Alan?

So that's why you work and why you're so well compensated.

It's not like it's even out of pocket. He writes it all off to communique.

Charming.

But why go to all that trouble?

Don't tell me he needs the money too.

Oh, Alan's only worth a few hundred million. Anything to save 200 grand.

I can tell you two are on wonderful terms.

I have an appointment.

See you at work.

Thanks. Thank you very much.

Sorry, it won't happen again. It better not. Where the hell have you been? I

told you I had an emergency at home. You have an emergency right here. All your

accounts calling in a panic. My clients called you about what? About why today's

transactions show you buying big blocks of stock in the same software company

that cost us the Landers account.

Oh, my God. She's got my code.

Something's wrong here.

Well, if she's got your code, you better do something about it.

Hey.

Sorry I'm late. Been here long?

Long enough to decide that you addressed the rewrites and that now the deal was

off. Mark, I adore them. They're wonderful.

Plays better than ever. I'm thrilled just to be involved.

So I thought we'd check this place out. It's a small theater, but an intimate

space works for the piece, don't you think?

I'd be happy to stage in the subway.

You know, Mark, David Mamet's first New York production premiered here.

By the first of the year, yours will too.

I'm serious. I signed contracts last night.

You booked this theater for my play?

Contigent upon your approval.

I can't believe it.

I don't know what to say.

Just say yes and we'll be three months from today.

Yes!

I

was

worried you weren't going to show.

I still don't understand why I'm here.

Does this mean that all is forgiven?

I said I wanted to see you, didn't I?

You look really beautiful, Alex.

Thanks.

It's really nice being here with you, Peter.

I can't hold a grudge forever, especially where you're concerned.

So, now that I've seen your ace reporting skills at work, I think I can

put them to use.

I already got one scoop from you and it nearly ruined my life.

So you're not interested?

I'm suspicious.

Why would you of all people throw a story my way?

You're not suspicious, you're paranoid.

All right, consider that subject closed.

Not so fast.

At least let me decide if it's really a scoop.

What, now you're going to make me beg?

You know how I mentioned we're going after this guy in the mayor's office?

Uh -huh.

Well, we're up against a wall.

And the more we poke around... The more suspicious he is of your poking.

And you think some reporter will make him rest easy?

A story in the Globe would smoke him out. For you, it's a win -win

An unnamed source looks you the story, and you take full credit for the scoop.

You'd really give me the name of this guy?

At this point, I have no choice except to go to another paper.

And there's no ulterior motive here?

What other motive would I have? I'm not sure.

You could just be trying to win me back.

Start taking notes. I'll only say this once.

Nikki, you don't know what a day I had.

Talk about a thin line of love and hate.

I spent all afternoon calling clients, swearing up and down that their accounts

weren't affected.

And all the while, I'm working six windows, dumping the stocks she bought

name.

And less than a day at the end practically ruined my life. I mean, who

what she's going to come up next? If I were you, I'd find out. Know thine enemy

and all that. I wouldn't even know how to try or where for that matter. She

vanished on me. No one vanishes in New York. She's around somewhere.

Where did you meet? At the zinc bar.

I think.

It wasn't exactly a long -term thing. I took her out a couple of times. You took

her out, took her money.

Well, where did you get that? She must have a bank.

She brought it over by certified check. Money's totally untraceable. Then find a

way to start tracing before you lose more than your furniture.

Once around the block and we're out of here.

Alan, we've never seen you today. Besides, Nicky Sheridan is Carrie's best

friend. All the more reason.

No buying.

Think about it.

Hello there.

I'm thrilled you had time to take the long voyage from uptown.

Nicky, I had no idea. This is very unusual work. I've never seen it before.

No one has. This is his first show. The artist was a discovery of mine. Oh, is

he really?

Well... I'm impressed.

You have quite an eye.

And not just for art. The whole gallery is wonderful.

With space in Soho skyrocketing, I'm delighted you found financing.

There's always a market for good art.

And I guess I rely on that eye of mine.

I'm honored you came.

Enjoy the show. We will.

Oh, she's very nice.

And very beautiful, huh?

She's all right.

Do you see what I see?

Not only do I see a profound, provocative comment on contemporary

random series of big, colorful blobs.

Well, then the experts agree. Social comment and blobs. And it's all yours

only $26 ,000.

Yeah. There you are.

Did you tell your wife our fantastic news?

Yes. Mark's thrilled.

We're both thrilled.

A brilliant new plane, the ideal theater. We're on our way to having

we need.

Right now, I just need a drink.

Coming right up, Carrie.

I'll stick to champagne. You should, too. After all, we have something to

celebrate. My producer has a point.

Be right back.

So, Rachel Dennis.

I understand, Carrie. No apology necessary.

Oh, I wasn't going to apologize. I'm trying to give you fair warning.

About Rachel?

Frankly, I don't think I need one.

I think you do, unless you want history to repeat itself.

Why don't you stop dropping hints and tell me exactly what you mean?

She wants your job, and whatever Rachel wants, Rachel gets.

Setting all that aside for the moment, to which Lyle was sudden concern for my

welfare.

Maybe I should have kept my mouth shut.

But don't say you weren't warned in advance.

There you go.

What happened to Carrie?

I think she'd wreaked enough havoc here.

I don't know about your play, but she can sure produce a hostile reaction.

I repeat my mantra, deep pockets, deep pockets.

Look, all that matters now is money. And whatever else may bug you about Carrie,

there's no doubt that she has plenty of that.

There you are.

The only real work of art in the place.

Are you doubting my taste?

Just approving of mine.

Alan.

Alan, stop. We're not alone.

It's something we haven't tried.

Anyway, that's what we've got so far on this guy.

I'm sure you could find out even more.

Well, what do you think?

What do you think I think? It's a great story.

And a change from the stuff I'm usually stuck with. Cheap shots like my night

with Peter Fairchild.

No offense.

None taken.

I've never been to a restaurant like that.

By choice, I mean. They're always so snotty. I swear they can tell I'm from

Staten Island. It's like I got the zip code stamped on my forehead. Come on,

Alex. They treated you fine.

Only because I was Peter Fairchild's date.

You know, I'm grateful for the story.

But seeing you is the nicest part of tonight.

Thanks. Obviously, I feel the same way.

Unless you're just trying to be gallant.

Or has your supermodel friend flipped your mind?

Alex, I told you, she's not my anything.

I don't want to rehash all that stuff.

Especially after what you've done for me tonight.

But do me a favor, Peter.

Don't pretend with me.

Especially when I think I might be falling for you.

Call you tomorrow.

Thanks for everything.

Where'd you find that?

I was lying around somewhere.

Lying around in the locked -ass drawer?

It wasn't locked.

I was just looking for some scissors to clip some magazines.

Look, I'm sorry. I didn't think that you'd mind.

It doesn't matter. I just wish you'd ask first.

Mark Merrill. That name sounds familiar.

He's Stephanie's husband.

And you're a fan.

I'm more than a fan. I'm producing his play.

Seriously?

Then there's something I don't understand.

You told me yourself that you don't have any money apart from the allowance that

you get from Alan Rush.

Since when did you become interested in the theater or care about becoming a

producer? Since Stephanie started at Communique.

Come on, Carrie, what are you up to?

Just call me a patron of the arts.

Let me just throw a few laughs together.

So, Stephanie, how much do you just love these?

Well?

You said you were out to shock, and these will.

That sounds like a pretty qualified phrase.

I can't think of a higher compliment.

You made a promise, and you delivered.

I want all of these in next week's issue.

Pull some pages from that cold snap, Fred.

Oh, by the way, there was one other thing.

Although I suspect that I shouldn't have, last night I read your husband's

I hope you don't mind.

Of course not.

Unless, of course, you didn't like it. Oh, no, I did very much.

And Carrie Fairchild's producing. I can't believe it.

You're not the only one who wonders.

But Mark believes in her, and it's up to him.

Stephanie, aren't you the least bit concerned? I mean, you know what she's

It's not my project, so it's not my decision.

Carrie seems sincerely interested in Mark's work, and even if producing is

a passing fancy for her, At least she has enough money to indulge her whims.

Then you don't know.

About Carrie?

No. I got her number.

So you realize that she has no money outside of what she makes here at

Communicate, which she spends every penny of on herself.

We are talking about the same person, aren't we?

Carrie Fairchild.

Stepdaughter of Alan Rush.

Yeah, who apparently keeps her on a very short lease and a very strict

allowance.

Look, I know how it sounds, but it's true.

I mean, Carrie told me so herself, and believe me, she wasn't bragging.

So Carrie can't produce the play.

Why am I shocked?

And you had no idea?

Excuse me, Rachel, I've got to go.

Thanks for showing up on such short notice. For my ace, unnamed source,

anything. So what's going on? Don't tell me there's more to this story. There

is, but it's not what you think.

That's what I needed to tell you. First let me tell you what I found. I checked

out our man, Mr. Ed Robinson.

And unless money grows on trees out in Brooklyn, this civil servant's on the

take big time.

Alex. Stay with me here. I know you'll love this.

Robinson's assets include six cars, two caddies, a summer home in the Hamptons,

a beachfront mansion in Miami, and a condo at the base of Aspen Mountain.

This guy lives like the Grand Poobah, Peter.

And all on a salary of $56 ,000 a year.

Do you have any outside confirmation on this?

Outside of you? What for? I don't need it.

What more unimpeachable source could I have?

I can't.

I can't do this.

You can't do what? You don't want to help me with this story? There is no

It's a setup. You've got the wrong man.

What are you talking about?

The DA wants to throw our real suspect off track and get back at the Globe for

what they pulled on us.

So, you only took me out to set me up?

Believe me, this wasn't my idea.

The DA saw your story about our night out in town and figured I'd jump at the

chance to get even.

But you did.

Only now you're having second thoughts.

That's right.

I can't do this to you.

Alex, I'm sorry.

How do I know you're not lying now? I mean, everything you said about this guy

checks out. That's the point. It's supposed to. And sometimes a cigar is

cigar. What were your real second thoughts, Peter? Was there a change of

in the DA's office?

Is this guy more powerful and protective than you thought? Or has this gone all

the way to the top with the heat coming from the mayor himself?

Alex, I'm going to make this real simple.

If you run this story, it means you don't trust me.

And if you don't trust me, then there's nothing between us.

Take that under advisement, counselor.

Along with all the other lies you've told me.

I mean, Deanne, this is the way you are.

Look at that.

Their only child.

And you told me your folks were dead.

She seemed to be doing just fine on your own.

Well, guess what, Deanne?

So am I.

Hey, deep throat.

Seen this yet?

Can't believe she really ran it. Looks like that Fairchild charm did the trick,

huh? What's going to happen to her now?

Alex Bartoli?

Just what she deserves.

Come on, say it. Revenge is sweet.

Great work, Peter. And congratulations.

You're back on the case.

I wouldn't like to be that guy this morning.

But living like royalty at the taxpayer's expense.

Fact is, Robinson had it coming.

And the other fact is his wife's worth ten million.

And all their holdings were accrued with her money.

Who told you that? Robinson. He just called.

He would concoct a story like that. What did you expect him to do? Confess his

sins and cry on your shoulder?

Besides, I checked out the little missus. She's got about 40 cents in the

Then you missed the other nine million plus, which happens to be held in a

sealed blind trust.

Robinson's lawyers just faxed a bank statement.

They also intend to sue us for libel to the tune of another $10 million.

And though I'm sure it won't stand up in court, we will have to print a front

-page retraction, which has never been done in all my years here.

There's just no way. It's not possible. My source on this stuff can't be wrong.

You called Robinson to confirm the story?

I left a message.

Didn't call back.

Oh, you just took that as a no comment, huh?

Anyone in the DA's office would have known the truth. They did a whole

on Robinson last year, which apparently slipped your source's mind.

I'm sorry. I don't know what else to say.

Except I'll never trust that source again.

You're not going to have that chance.

Clear out your desk.

It's over. You're gone.

Gil, what are you doing here?

I was going to ask you the same question.

Aren't you going to invite me in?

I don't think it's a good idea.

What are you doing, Gil?

How dare you bust in like this? Fancy art.

Ooh, formal dining room.

Family heirlooms?

Lady Grand?

You doing all right for an orphan who went broke? Do you want me to call the

police? I'd like to see you try.

Go on, Dan.

Give him a jingle.

Just tell him the same thing you did when I tried.

So that's what this is all about?

Revenge? No. As usual, you've got it all wrong, Dan.

This is about the games being over, along with everything else between us.

That's why you're here?

Then I got news for you, Gil.

Nothing is over until I say so. Dan.

Tampering with a traitor's account is a federal and SEC offense.

So from now on, you play by my rules. Otherwise, I'm going to turn your life

inside out. You may have won the battle, Gil, but believe me, you have not won

the war.

As long as you keep on exploiting women, there will always be someone like me in

your life.

Oh, and just for the record, I broke up with you because I thought you were

crazy. And you know what?

I was right.

The box office isn't open until three.

Well, actually, I'm inquiring about an upcoming production, a new play by Mark

Merrill. Mark Merrill?

We're doing a young playwright series this winter. I haven't learned them all

heart. I guess it must be part of that.

This is his first work to be staged in New York.

I don't see it here.

Any idea who's producing it?

Carrie Fairchild?

She's in theater now?

I'm sorry, but you got the wrong place. We don't do vanity productions here.

What can I tell you? I tried.

Then I take it you saw the paper this morning.

I was thinking, trust is like a small miracle.

At some point, there's got to be a leap of blind faith.

Which I didn't make, so no miracle, right?

Too bad, I could use one about now.

But it doesn't matter, it's all over.

I'm through.

Come on, we both know there'll be a new story tomorrow and today's will be a

thing of the past. Oh, you don't understand, I was fired this morning.

So no more stories and no more career.

And I'm sorry, too, that things turned out this way.

Peter, it's true you tried to warn me.

But that was after you planted the lie.

Then we both used each other. I guess that makes us even.

Tell me your day was better than mine.

How about if I promise you tonight will be better?

How?

First, I discovered Zabar's. Then, on the way home, the fresh produce at

Fairway.

Then, fine food needs a bottle of wine to go with it.

Ah, and further proof that we're real New Yorkers, even the groceries get

delivered. Hmm.

Mark? Yeah?

I just wanted to say I love you.

Me too, Steph.

All right. See you soon.

Bye.

Goodbye.

Carrie, what are you doing here?

Just in the neighborhood.

Thought I'd drop by.

Am I interrupting something?

No, no, not at all. It's just in the last few days I've seen Stephanie for

five minutes, and tonight I wanted to do something special for her.

She's on her way home right now.

I wouldn't count on it.

Our new fashion editor's too busy buttering her up.

You met Rachel Dennis yet?

No, I don't know anyone at the magazine besides Stephanie and you, of course.

Why? Oh, no reason.

She and your wife seem to be awfully chummy.

Oh,

a duplex.

That one sure does eat you two up.

Nice place.

I haven't been here before.

Well, we keep talking about throwing a housewarming party, but with Stephanie's

schedule so jam -packed, maybe.

Whoa, whoa, whoa. She doesn't like anyone smoking in here.

Hers?

Hmm. She didn't find these in Seattle.

Somebody's been on a parish shopping spree.

You know, I'll take that drink you still haven't offered.

I'm sorry. We're fresh out of champagne.

Whatever's in your hand will do.

So I was taking a look at Act II today, and I was thinking you could use a

little work.

Nothing major, just a small revision.

Gary.

In here.

Is this your set or hers?

Carrie, come on.

Let's see.

Dodging linen, 300 thread count.

This must feel good on her bare skin.

All right.

Here's your drink and then you better get going.

Be honest, Mark.

Is that really what you want?

Oh, yeah.

Yeah, it is.

And if you were honest with yourself, I think you'd admit that you do, too.

Don't waste your time trying to read my mind.

You have no idea.

Carrie, this isn't professional.

That's right.

It's not.

You gotta go.

Next on Central Park West.

You have no right to spy on me. And you have no right to play games with my

husband.

Is that a threat?

Bet your ass. You know, I thought this was going to be hard for me, Alan, but

you just made it real easy. It's going to be anything but easy. What can I do?

Stay out of my life, please.

You're welcome to anything.

Except my brother.

No one's good enough for Peter. How sweet.

I didn't say no one.

I said you.

We'll see about that.