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on Central Park West. I just needed someone to be there. And I got carried

Nobody ever has to know about this.

Tell me, before you slept with Nikki Sheridan, did you tell her you loved her

too? God, what a jerk I was, thinking we actually had something special.

Let's get one thing straight, people.

I'm in charge now.

Life as you know it has just changed dramatically.

You're not fooling anybody around here.

Let's not get into petty politics, Karen.

You're nothing but an overpaid clothes horse.

Truth is very important to me.

It's the only reason I want to become a lawyer. Now dinner, that's a different

story. If that's an invitation, I'd love to.

It's over.

You're the father of my child.

What? Peter, I'm pregnant.

You're supposed to go out and have affairs and I'm supposed to look the

way? It'd probably be easier for you that way.

No. It would probably be easier for me if I filed a divorce and walked away

half your fortune.

I want you to buy some stock for me. Mr. Brock.

Adam. Actually, most people just call me Brock. Why me?

Why not you?

I'll find you something hot.

I've got a line of some new interactive... I already know the stock

Rush Media.

Rush Media.

You're talking about my husband's company.

Let's just show myself out.

Is there an offer?

$70 a share.

Your stake would be worth about... $20 million.

You know where to reach me. Well, who is it? Who bought the stock?

Adam Brock?

That hillbilly?

He can bite what he's blue in the face, but let me tell you something.

Rush Media is one company you're never, ever going to own.

Gil, there's a woman calling for you on line three. Wouldn't give me her name.

Just said to tell you that the Silver Fox is on the line.

I'll take it in the conference room.

Linda, nice to hear from you.

Is anyone else on the line?

Absolutely not.

Gil, I've considered your offer carefully.

And you can tell Mr. Brock.

He may count on my votes and my stock.

Sure, he'll be extremely pleased to hear that.

He should be.

Unfortunately, I can't say the same for my husband.

Please don't telephone the house.

I'll be in touch.

Understood.

Oh, my God. Oh, my God.

The silver fox is ours.

Good work, Gil.

I'll put together a meeting with my lawyers and bankers tonight, and I want

there.

We'll follow the SEC first thing tomorrow morning.

And bring your appetite, son. We're about to devour Rush Media.

Oh, the bridge of sight, my eyes and shades of green.

What did you do there?

I got high.

What did you do there?

There you are.

It's all too beautiful.

It's all too beautiful.

I cannot believe this.

Tell Brock I want to see him at noon. And whoever sold him that stock just

on my hit list.

What is it?

Someone on the board guaranteed this Adam Brock character a huge share of

stock. Who?

Adam Brock!

He's this good old boy from New Orleans who owns a large chain of radio and TV

stations in the South.

Obviously, he's trying to stake a crime here in New York.

But I'd be damned if he's going to do it with my company.

This is a prescription for prenatal vitamins.

Now, they're as big as horse pills, but you'd be sure and take them.

Doctor, can I show Peter the sonogram from my last visit?

I don't think he quite believes this is real yet.

Well, you can't really see much yet, but... There he is.

Looks just like a little jelly bean.

Well, I'll see you again in a month.

And, Peter, you're welcome to come to any and all visits.

I want you to know that I'm the soul of discretion.

And obviously any announcement of your impending fatherhood is yours to make,

whenever you see fit.

I promise you, your child is in good hands. Thank you, Doctor.

Thank you.

Well, I guess you believe me now.

You may be pregnant, but that doesn't mean it's my baby.

How can you say that? You know it's your baby. You know I haven't been with

anyone else. I know how you lie and manipulate, and I know you do just about

anything to get what you want. I wouldn't put it past you. Peter, this is

son. Stop saying that.

You're only talking like this because you're scared.

So am I.

You think I'm ready to have a baby?

What are we going to do?

First of all, we don't have to make a big deal out of this.

A small wedding is fine.

A wedding?

We don't really have any choice.

I love you, Peter.

And I know deep down you love me, too.

Alex, I do not love you. And I'm never, ever going to marry you.

ever got a chance to thank you in person for what scaring that poor stephanie

back to seattle oh no don't pin that one on me from what i hear she decided her

relationship is far more important than her career a concept i'm sure is

completely alien to you darling i don't care she got trampled by a herd of wild

elephants i'm just glad that she's gone because we both know who's next in line

for a job i'd rather see bush back in office than you at the helm of this

magazine well i hear that the republicans are going to have a very

Unfortunately, I can't promise the same for you.

Darling, what a nice surprise.

You should have called at any of the same moment.

Coincidence, neither do I.

Alan, pleasure to see you.

I'm not so sure you'll feel that way by the end of this meeting.

What the hell are you doing here? Working with Mr. Brock, sir.

I see.

Next time you visit my home, I'll be sure to have you deloused.

Alan, I don't want to waste your time, so let me get right to the point.

I have had my eye on your company for a long time. You've built a nice little

business here.

But I must say that I find your vision both short -sighted and scattershot.

Earnings nowhere near what they should be, and as for any synergy among your

various enterprises,

Well, let's just say that Time Warner isn't exactly running scared.

Neither am I.

My company's not for sale.

And if this is some kind of half -assed takeover attempt, you can forget it.

You'll never get your hands on the stock you need. Oh, but I already have.

Your wife's.

Oh.

This day is just full of surprises, isn't it? Alan, we've got the banks

up, support of your wife, and a nice chunk of the board behind me.

My shareholders are going to vote down an offer quite this generous.

What do you want? Excuse me?

How much will it take? Alan, I am insulted at the insinuation that my

are anything less than legitimate. But if, due to some stubborn, ego

-driven need to hold on to your company, you might wish to repurchase my stock,

a premium of $10 a share above my tender offer would certainly be a...

A nice inducement. That's nothing but blackmail. I believe they call it

greenmail.

I'll give you another $2 a share, nothing more. And I will see you at the

meeting of your board, ladies, gentlemen.

Rate?

Three. On top of your ridiculously inflated offer that should pocket you

something in the neighborhood of $20 million.

$25, $25, $25.

Let's see.

You know, I might have a better idea.

What if you were to give me Communique?

Don't do it. The answer's not valid in your little figure he's offering. Oh,

Roy, you certainly do hold on to a grudge there, don't you?

What's he talking about? Ten years ago, Brock owned a real champion.

Thunderbolt, wasn't that his name?

Highly favored to win the Triple Crown.

I was running a horse myself that year. She placed at the Kentucky Derby, but

she was no Thunderbolt.

which was lucky for her, actually, because Thunderbolt came down with some

of strange hoof -and -mouth disease.

She was poisoned.

No. Is that what happened?

Oh, that's heartbreaking.

You poisoned her? Come on, Brock.

If that were the truth, I'd be in jail right now.

Maybe you just fed her some bad hay.

What's it gonna be, Alan?

The money or the magazine?

You know something?

You should never let emotion stand in the way of a good deal.

Then I suggest you follow your own good advice.

Fine. Resend your offer and communique is yours.

Lock, stock and barrel.

Oh.

Good luck.

You're going to need it.

We need to talk.

You know, Stephanie's been gone for days now.

And while I don't want to push you into anything, but I do believe that I've

proven that I can run this magazine even better than she can. I think you've

done a marvelous job.

I have? I mean, you do. Oh, I really do.

You're a bright, talented woman. I'm sure you'll be a big asset here for

to come.

Well, thank you, Alan. And with your support, I hope to be. Which leads me to

announcement. Alan, Alan, don't do this. You don't know what you're letting

yourself in for. Actually, I know exactly what I'm letting myself out of.

Quiet, people.

Listen up.

Mr. Rush has a very important announcement to make.

After careful consideration, I have decided to sell Communique.

As of now, you all work for Adam Brock.

What? Goodbye, everybody. Nice knowing you.

What are you up to?

Just what it looks like.

Free ride's over, kid.

You're gonna have to work for a living.

Mr.

Brock? Nope.

Right here.

Hi, I'm Rachel Dennis, community case fashion editor.

And your significant other, as I'm sure you're aware.

Actually, I'm not.

There hasn't been time to discuss anything of a personal nature. But you

be very proud of this young man. He was instrumental in making all this happen.

He was.

I can't believe it.

No, I mean that he was so good at keeping a secret.

See you at home, baby.

It's a pleasure meeting you. Pleasure to meet you.

Oh, honey, I'm home.

Pleasant day at the office, dear.

Made a few million in the market.

Proved an architect for the downtown tower.

Blocked a takeover attempt at my company.

Excuse me. You heard me right. I blocked it.

You traitorous bitch. You thought you could just sell me out right under my

nose. The offer was too good to refuse.

It was nothing but a greenmail attempt.

And a failed one at that.

Because Brock decided to rescind his bid.

No, he made me a firm offer. And I made him a firm counteroffer. In the form of

communique. You gave him the magazine?

Well, that was a stroke of genius.

But nothing but a big headache. I'm glad to be rid of it.

Fine.

But everyone knows my shares are on the market now. And someone else will come

after them. Why are you doing this to me?

You humiliated me for years with your affairs.

Since business is all you care about.

I'm going to hurt you the way you hurt me. Linda, I have enough enemies out

there. I don't need to be watching my back at home.

Can't we just call the truce?

After all we've done to each other?

I think it's a little late for that.

Thank you for meeting me.

Right. Like I had a choice.

Why are you so testy?

Forgive me.

I don't enjoy being blackmailed. And showing those sonogram pictures to Peter

Fairchild, I could lose my license for that.

Really?

And what would happen if I wrote the story about you selling the frozen

of your patients without their permission?

I only wanted to help families who are desperate to have children.

Can't you appreciate that?

Gee, Dr. West.

If you're ready to make a statement to the press... Let's get this over with.

This is a list of all the available sperm samples and descriptions of their

donors.

Hmm.

Number 34.

Dark hair, haze alive, six feet tall, Harvard educated.

Perfect.

He'll never know it's not his child.

You wanted to see me?

Yes, Mrs. Rush. I'm so sorry to drop in unannounced like this.

What can I do for you?

Well, it's a little embarrassing.

I thought Peter would have told you, but obviously he hasn't. Told me what?

That I'm pregnant with his child.

No, I didn't know.

Mrs. Rush, I realized that we didn't exactly hit it off when we met.

And I'm sure this isn't at all the way you planned to hear about your first

grandchild.

Would you like to sit down?

Can I get you a drink?

No, thanks. I'm fine.

Have you and Peter discussed what you were going to do?

Well, I've tried, but... But what?

But Peter and I aren't seeing each other at the moment.

He's dating someone else.

This just does not sound like my son.

I know. I don't understand it either.

But I love him and I'm willing to forgive his mistakes.

All I want is to make a real home for our child.

I grew up with only one parent and I know how hard it is.

All I want to do is give this child a real family.

I'll talk to Peter.

No, Mrs. Rush.

you would do that.

Don't worry.

Don't worry about anything.

Good morning, people.

Well, as you all know, I recently assumed ownership of Communique, and I'm

a buddy here is wondering just what kind of an SOB they're working for now.

Well, first of all, I'm a straight shooter.

I don't mind if you screw up as long as you work hard and you're honest with me.

I like people who do their jobs.

If they do them well, I leave them alone.

But most of all, I like to have a good time.

Anybody have a problem with me so far?

Good.

Now, my first order of business will be to appoint a new editor -in -chief. And

from what I gather, we've got a big backlog of stories, so for the short

we're going to be okay.

But if anybody has a suggestion...

question, and even a good fly -fishing tip, I'll be in my office.

Mr.

Brock.

I can't tell you how thrilled we are to have you here.

Brock. Excuse me?

Everybody just calls me Brock.

Oh.

I see. Well, Brock.

I don't know if Alan Rush told you, but with Stephanie Wells leaving the

magazine, I was all prepared to assume her position.

I mean, except in a few minor details, my contract was practically signed.

No, this is news to me.

Well, you're probably in the dark about a lot of matters around here.

Which is why I wanted to give you my objective assessment of everyone here at

the magazine.

Beginning with Carrie Fairchild.

Alan's daughter.

Stepdaughter. They're thick as thieves.

Which explains why she gets paid $200 ,000 a year to chat on the phone and eat

expense account lunches. Well, that sounds insane.

I know.

Well, where can I find this Carrie Fairchild?

Well, when she decides to put in an adherence, she occupies that prime piece

real estate in the corner.

Well, thank you, Rachel. It's nice to have someone with your clear -eyed view

things around here.

He's down -to -earth, sexy, with real Southern charm, everything that Alan's

not.

Uh -huh.

And he happens to be in my office right now. I'll call you back, sweetheart.

Brock, it's a pleasure to meet you. Likewise.

You know, this may not sound loyal to my stepfather, but I'm one of your biggest

fans. I was standing in the rain in New York Harbor the year you won the

America's Cup.

No kidding. That was you?

Well, it's quite obvious what you're here to tell me.

I'm fired.

Casualty of war, as they say.

But I understand.

My only regret is that I'll never have the opportunity to work with you.

Who said anything about getting fired?

Well, I just assumed.

Carrie, you are welcome to stay, but not at the salary you're accustomed to, nor

in the office that I'm going to need for my new editor -in -chief.

I see. I'll be more like the walking wounded.

Darling, a magazine is not a battlefield.

It's not a playground, either.

I'd be happy to pay you a million dollars a year if you can somehow prove

that you deserve it.

Otherwise, you will get a fair salary, and in return, I expect an honest day's

work. Deal?

Well, you don't seem to be the type of man that women say no to. Oh, yes, they

do all the time.

Especially when they're young enough to be my daughter.

Look forward to working with you.

There's one more ask that I bring to the table you may not be aware of.

I have... There's social connections in town, and

right now, everyone's dying to meet you.

Why don't I throw together a little party for you tomorrow night? Just a

of the city's most interesting people.

Why do I have this feeling that we do not share a definition of interesting?

Just trust me.

You send me an invitation, I'll do my best to be there.

as Rush.

Wasn't sure you'd show.

Well, here I am.

I, uh, just wanted to tell you how sorry I was that things didn't work out the

way I anticipated.

I understand the risk that you took in offering me your shares and can only

imagine the fallout at home when your husband discovered that you had made

available to me.

I hope I haven't caused you any irreparable harm.

I'm a survivor, Mr. Brock. I always have been.

But it is true I've shown Alan my hand. Now I have to live with that.

But I'm wondering if this wasn't your plan all along.

I mean, you must have done enough research to discover I don't have the

marriage in Manhattan.

You knew I had a motive to sell.

Then you used my commitment to leverage my husband into giving you his magazine,

never intending to buy my stock for a moment.

No, it wasn't quite that premeditated.

I do hope you'll accept my apologies.

Mr. Brock, this slow southern charm of yours doesn't fool me for a minute.

Underneath, I think you're nothing but a horse thief, a disreputable cheat, and

a sleazeball of the highest order.

Well, I guess I deserve that. No, you deserve a hell of a lot more.

Is that all?

No. My daughter works at the magazine you stole from my husband.

I want her treated with decency, kindness, and respect.

Understand? I got it.

Good. Then we have nothing further to discuss.

Actually, there is one more thing.

What is it?

You cut a wonderful figure.

Beg your pardon? As a matter of fact, you might just be one of the most

beautiful women I have ever met in my life.

Well, I'll be sure to tell your wife you said so.

I'm not married.

Have a nice day.

Oh, you bet I will.

Rachel Dennis, editor -in -chief.

Congratulations, honey.

Premature.

I had those cards printed up two days ago in anticipation of Alan's

announcement.

But now that Brock owns the place, he's making noise about interviewing outside

people. I feel like I've got to claw my way back up all over again. What do you

expect? The guy barely knows you.

Yes, but he does know you.

Gil, I want you to arrange a dinner this week, the three of us. I can't do that.

Oh, here we go again.

Mr. Supportive.

Look, I'd give anything. I mean, sort of a sexual favor to land you some

business. I'll bet the moment that I suggest... Rachel, put me some slack,

you? I just got into business with a guy. It's the break of my career. I have

proceed cautiously.

See, there's your problem in a nutshell.

Sometimes you're so damn cautious, you don't realize you're going to rock the

boat to get somewhere.

And you, my darling, have the subtlety of a kangaroo in a china shop.

Okay, look, let me do things my way. I'm playing racquetball with a guy

tomorrow. Maybe I'll put in a good word.

A please might come in handy.

Please.

I'll think about it.

tired of what interviewing at law firms for summer associate positions where

there's always one guy who pulls me aside and says get out now while you

can i feel like somewhere between la law and oj the entire profession went south

never felt so politically incorrect in my entire life wasn't it comforting to

know you've got another pariah to hang out with very comforting i'll be right

back

You haven't told her yet, have you?

What the hell are you doing here? If you don't, I will. I've got to have time.

I don't have any time.

I'm a biological ticking clock. And every breath I take brings your baby one

second closer to this world.

Alex, this isn't the place. I'll call you in the morning. Listen to me, you

spoiled little blue blood creep.

You knocked me up.

And now you're going to marry me, understand?

And if you refuse, I'm going to play the talk show circuit.

From Oprah to Rolanda, you won't be able to turn on the TV without seeing my

sad... to your stained face as I tell the entire world that Peter Fairchild

advantage of some poor girl from Staten Island and then dumped her ass.

Maybe I'll let Geraldo broadcast the delivery live.

You're insane.

No, just desperate.

So I'd advise you to make a decision soon.

Because I'm hormonal.

I'm capable of anything.

Good morning.

How long have you been watching me sleep?

Half the night.

I can't help it. You keep me awake.

Good. I like that.

I say, if it's a boy, we call it Peter.

But if it's a girl, we call her Louise.

After my mother, God rest her soul.

Sorry, I think you have the wrong number.

Is that slut in bed with me?

I guess that's game, huh?

I hope so.

I think I can go another round.

After you, son.

Sorry I didn't tell you about my girlfriend working at Communique. I

you to think I had any special interests over there.

Rachel, right?

Ambitious girl.

She is.

Very smart.

You know, she was, uh...

First in line for top job at the magazine before your takeover. Yeah,

that's what she tells me.

Anyways, for whatever it's worth, she's a hard worker and good at what she does.

Not the magazines are my business.

I think you should give her a chance, Brock.

At least sit down and talk to her.

On your say -so, I will.

I can't believe the way you bungled this one, Mother. Not only did you end up

with no money, but now I'm broke.

The new owner's keeping you on, isn't he? Yeah, at a bargain basement salary.

How am I supposed to live?

Like any other young woman in the city.

You'll put in an honest day's work.

I'll go bankrupt within the week.

You'll survive.

I can't muster much sympathy for you right now, considering what your

going through.

I can't believe he got that girl pregnant.

He can't marry her. One miserable marriage in this family is more than

Mine can't last forever.

Not after this, I can't. We keep saying that, but like some dysfunctional

energizer bunny, it keeps going and going and going.

Can I help you?

Are you Mrs. Rush?

Yeah. These flowers are for you.

Beautiful, thank you. Wow.

Where are they from?

They're from the Met. I raised a lot of money for them this year.

Oh. Well...

I have to get to work. Oh, I'm throwing a party tonight at the Zink Bar for Adam

Brock. I want you to come.

What on earth for?

Well, if nothing else, it'll get you out of the house and drive Alan crazy.

Bye.

Bye.

What's the say here about a party that you're throwing for Brock this evening?

Calm down, you're on the guest list, but I can't guarantee you a spot in the VIP

room. Do you really think that you can manipulate Brock the same way that you

did Stephanie?

Rachel, just because I'm close to virtually every socially interesting

Manhattan, there's no reason to be jealous.

After all, you do know Gail.

What's this?

Huh?

Oh, come on. People, how many times do I have to tell you not to oversaturate

the fashion layout for so much red?

Everyone appears to be paying attention in the meetings.

When I see this kind of thing, I realize I must be dealing with a group of brain

-dead morons.

Once Adam Brock names me editor -in -chief, it's Armageddon in the art

department. Now bring down the tones.

Do I make myself clear?

Rachel.

Brock. Hi.

Nice to see you.

You like horses?

Horses? If I do, then why?

Well, there's gelding out at the park I want to take a look at. Why don't you

join me? Give us a chance to talk, get some fresh air.

Marvelous. I'll just go grab my things.

Handsome devil, isn't he?

I'll say.

Come on, hop up.

Put me on that thing.

I thought you said you liked horses.

I'm just not really dressed right now.

Well, neither is the horse.

Come on.

You don't have to choke me. It'll be fine.

You're bored now?

Uh -huh. I'm fine. Okay.

Come on.

Not too fast.

Come on.

Playing racquetball with Gil this morning.

He was sure singing your praises.

He's wonderful, isn't he?

How long you two been together?

Oh, a long time.

Very close.

He's a nice kid.

Don't know if I can say the same about you, though.

First of all...

I don't like the way you talk to people in the office.

You're in a position of authority. You have to show people some respect.

Otherwise, you're just a damn bully. I hate a bully.

Oh, God!

Secondly, you've been kissing my behind since the day I walked through the door.

I hate butt kissers. Always one step away from stabbing you in the back.

And the third thing... Mr. Brock, if the third thing is what I think it is,

there are a lot cleaner ways to fire a person.

Brought you out here to give you a promotion.

That is, if you can treat people decently and do things my way.

You mean I've got the job?

I mean, you've got a trial period.

You show me you're something besides a fashion plate with an attitude, maybe

it'll turn into something permanent.

Thank you, Brooke.

By the way, be sure to send me a cleaning bill. You're a mess.

I don't know what to do.

I told Allison. to give me some time, let me figure things out.

But now she's gone completely psychotic on me.

I'll shut her to think what she's going to do next.

Wow. Well, this is a problem.

But you're going to be a dad. That's something.

Something I'm not ready for with a woman I don't love.

I can't believe this is happening to me. To me.

Maybe it's not yours.

It is.

She doesn't sleep around. I don't buy that. Not for a second.

She's such a nutcase. Why believe a word she says?

Even if it does turn out to be the truth.

There's a part of me that wants to take responsibility for my actions, but

there's another part of me that wants to pretend I never met her, deny I ever

touched her, which I can't believe I ever did.

Well, then problem solved.

It's her word against yours.

At least till the blood tests come in.

You have to stay completely still for three hours to allow the sperm to

commingle with the eggs.

When will I know if I'm pregnant?

We'll do a blood test in a few days.

A few days?

I don't think I can wait that long.

Sorry, Miss Bartoli, but you can't blackmail biology.

Don't move.

I'm going to have his baby.

I'm going to have Peter Fairchild's baby.

I love bringing downtown artists and creative types together with Upper East

Side socialites. Everyone forgets who they're supposed to be and just has a

time. Mm -hmm.

And what exactly are you supposed to be?

Well, I'm not sure yet, but I'm sure having fun finding out.

Gary, have you heard the wonderful news?

I think I'm about to.

Brooke has appointed me editor -in -chief.

It just happened this afternoon.

Congratulations.

This was supposed to be a party for Brock, but it looks like you've stolen

thunder.

You couldn't have made a better choice.

Excuse me.

Hey, Carrie.

Great party. Not anymore. I just heard Rachel's our new editor -in -chief.

Oh, where's Stephanie Wells when you need her?

Linda, what a pleasant surprise.

Brock, I didn't expect to see you. Oh, well, this party is in my honor.

Why didn't you know that?

All I know is that my daughter was throwing it.

Uh -huh.

Thank you for the flowers, by the way. They were beautiful.

You're welcome.

And completely inappropriate.

Well, I'm sorry you felt that way.

So, how about it?

How about what?

Dinner.

I admire your persistence.

But I have to be married.

So the answer is no.

But not for long.

Peter!

Mother, what are you doing here?

You don't look so shocked. Your sister invited me.

Besides, the old bag can come out once in a while and have some fun, no?

Mom, I'd like you to meet Robin.

Yes, yes, I've heard a great deal about you. All good things, I hope. Of course.

Hello, Peter.

Alex, I don't think this is the time.

Look, Peter, I'm sorry to bother you, but it's just so hard waking up every

not knowing what's going to happen.

I feel so alone.

Alex, please, please sit down. I wish we could discuss this in private.

I know you do, but you won't see me.

You won't return my calls?

I am pregnant with your child.

And you're obviously with another woman.

I feel completely abandoned and I just don't know what to do anymore.

I'm sorry.

Is this true?

But you haven't told her?

Robin.

Robin, at least let me explain.

I feel like such a fool.

How could you keep something like this from me? I was planning to tell you I

didn't know how. I don't love her.

Well, then you do have a problem.

You're right.

Because I'm in love with you. Don't say that.

You're a responsibility to her. And you have to deal with that before you can

even think of seeing me again.

Sweetheart, we have been over this and over this.

And it seems there's only one logical thing to do.

Mother, you can't expect Peter to marry someone he doesn't even like, let alone

love.

Of course, now that I think about it, you could teach a master's course on

subject.

I just wish there was a shadow of a doubt, but I know there isn't. Peter,

have a wonderful future.

This doesn't have to be forever. If it doesn't work out, you can get a divorce,

but at least you will have given your child a name.

And spared you a lot of embarrassment. Isn't that what this is all about,

Mother? No, it's not.

No matter which way you look at it, I'm trapped.

Then don't look at it like that.

Once you see your child, you may fall in love.

With Alex Bartoli, give me a break.

No, I'm going to have to marry her.

But she's going to have to sign a prenup and prenegotiate all custody issues in

advance because I guarantee you there will be a divorce.

I believe that you're sitting in my office.

I'll move when I'm good and ready, Rachel.

Oh, no, you'll move when I tell you to move.

And I want you out of here.

Now, what exactly is this all about?

Well, I just think it's time to set some boundaries.

You work for me, understand?

I am your boss.

And all the social connections in the world aren't going to change that.

So if you want to survive around here, I wouldn't bother with the manicure.

Because I plan on working your fingers to the bone.

Well, we're quite the power -mad monster, aren't we? Darling, this is my

side. Now, scoot.

I have a fumigation crew arriving at any moment.

Alan Rush's office.

Tell him Carrie Fairchild's on the phone. It's urgent.

Yes, Miss Fairchild.

Okay. Okay, so the unit's not rent -controlled.

But the fact is, you did put that family out on the street, and as a result,

I've got to go. We'll talk about this another time.

Bye.

Peter, what a wonderful surprise.

Alex, I've given this a lot of thought, and I'm ready to cut you a deal.

A deal?

What kind of a deal? Despite my actual feelings, I will agree to marry you for

the sake of my child.

We will work out a mutually agreeable custody agreement in advance and a

financial arrangement whereby you will be comfortable for the rest of your life

because I plan to terminate the marriage after a period of exactly one year.

Is that any way to propose to your future wife?

It's as much as you're going to get.

Oh, no.

If you're serious about marrying me, you're going to get down on one knee and

show me that you mean it.

Otherwise, I'll be delivering this bastard in a welfare hospital on the

page of the New York Times.

Alex, will you marry me?

What was that?

I didn't hear you.

I said, will you marry me?

Will I marry you?

Yes, yes, yes, yes, yes. Oh, Peter Fairchild, you have made me the happiest

in the whole wide world.

Alan, I'm glad you could make it. Yeah, sure.

So, what's the big secret?

I know how humiliating it was for you to lose communicator Adam Brock.

And frankly, I want to help you.

Very nice of you to offer.

But I'm not contemplating suicide anytime soon.

I'm serious. The man is horrible.

He treats me like the enemy. He's cut my salary to a fraction of what I'm worth.

If you'll simply cover the difference, I promise to do anything and everything

to help you destroy him.

A promise from you.

I've got confederate dollars I put more faith in.

Face it, Alan, you need me, and for the right price, I'm yours.

I'll let you know.