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What's up?

Uh, well, there have
been some changes.

Let me fill you in.

Well, you know Mrs. Merill
is running the board now.

Right. She's an advocate
of free clinics.

She has a new pet project:
illiteracy.

But kids can't even go to school

if they don't have
their immunizations.

They won't let them in.

Tastes change.

Your budget's been cut.

Yeah.

You're gonna have
to restrict your hours.

If we do that, it'll be harder
for people to come and get treatment.

If they come here for family
planning or an infection,

if our doors are closed,
they're not gonna come back.

If they're sick, they will.

Not if, say, they have a
sexually transmitted disease.

In a few days,

the symptoms will disappear,

but the disease hasn't.

They have no way of knowing
that it still needs treatment.

Kelly, I've had this same
conversation today

with Dr. Martin.
He's as upset as you are.

But if you implement

these cuts immediately,
that buys you time

to file for grants.

My suggestion?

Start with the nursing staff.

You're firing Barbara?

I'm afraid that's not my job.

Ah, you're making it mine.

Great.

You're gonna get burned.

It's ice coffee.
No, if you tell

your mom the truth.

David, I'm sick of lying.

Val, your father was forcing
himself on you

even after you told him
you'd go to the cops.

And I threatened that
a lot near the end,

but I never did it.

I shot him instead.

He had a gun.

You were just
protecting yourself.

And I'll tell her that.

Well,
the airport said

the plane was on time.

You want to clear
your conscience?

You should talk to a lawyer.

It's gotta be justifiable
homicide.

David, my mother lost everything
that night:

my father, me... in a way.

I mean, this lie has
been wedged between us.

I want to her to know.

I want her to say
that she understands.

You think you got away
with something? You didn't.

It's full-time job hating
yourself for what you did.

And I'm tired of doing it.

So stop. Don't give the job
to someone else.

Mom!

The flight was early,

and the rental car
was right there, so...

Oh, sweetheart!
Mm.

I really needed you,

and you came.

Babe, you wanted
this from the car?

Who is this?

Honey, this is
Carl Schmidt.

This is my daughter
Valerie and David.

Hi.

Mom, I said I really
needed to talk to you.

We'll go to a nice dinner.

We can talk about whatever
you want. It'll be nice.

Hi, David.

Hey.

Hey.

And where were you?

I had a early appointment.

I can see that.
I like it.

Thanks. I didn't want
to wake you.

You barely slept
last night.

You know, I was
thinking about it.

I mean, my father must have
some money squirreled away.

You're worried.

I still got,

you know, a place to live,
I got the club.

I think you should call them.

Your dad said
they lost everything

Well, it's a relative term.

I mean, you know, they'll
forego the homes in Europe

for five-star hotels. Big deal.

Are they in trouble or not?

I don't know.

Then call. It's gonna
make you feel better.

I already did.
They never called me back.

Maybe they're embarrassed.

I think you should try again.

I hear what you're saying,
but I'm way ahead of you.

Then go to them. Show them
they haven't lost everything.

See, if I don't get
the check today,

all the used books
are gonna be gone.

Well, Sophie, if you need
some cash for books...

Listen to you: cash,

chauffeur service,
free digs.

You're too sexy to
be a guardian angel.

Well, that's a relief.

If there's anything
I can do, though...

No, the student loan
is going to cover it.

Have I said
thank you

in the last
five minutes?

Yeah, on the way
over here.

Hey, you're gonna
be late for work.

I'm the boss.
It's a perk.

You're also a distraction.
I need to focus.

Cut in line for registration,
fight for the used books,

be generally ill-tempered,
studious.

All right, well,
have at it, then.

All right.

Hmm.

Soph,

what time you through here?

You want to do something
tonight?

I'll see you at home.

Hi.
Hey. Name?

Sophie Burns.

I need to pick up
my student loan.

I.D., please.

Right.

Funds are wired
into your school account.

You can draw off it for books,
tuition, lab costs.

Anything that's left over,
we can cut you a check.

Great. I'll take the check
for the full amount.

$5,000?

Yeah. Isn't the government
great?

So from here on six,
Mm-hmm.

we drop this ad
maybe to...

Hi, Kel.

Hey.

Hey, how are you?

Good, good.

I just need to steal
Brandon for a second.

Been thinking
about you.

Brandon, don't.

I haven't called
'cause...

'Cause I asked you not to.

Now I show up
at your office.

But don't worry,
this isn't about us.

I wouldn't mind if it was.

I would.

It's about work.

The Wyatt Foundation
slashed our funding.

We'll run dry in two,
maybe three weeks

if I don't do anything.

Any ideas?

Well, I think that

publicity would help.

Half the city's clinics
closed down in '95,

and only a handful
of them reopened.

Sounds like a story.

Public support, put a little
squeeze on the foundation

for backing out.
Let's get started.

Can't you do it alone?

I'd like your help
on this, Kel.

We'll take the afternoon.
We'll call the patients.

I could really use you to help
me fine-tune the questions.

So, we're talking
about working together.

I'm not suggesting
we incorporate.

Or doing anything
legally binding, God forbid.

Sorry.

I came to you.

I really need your help,
Brandon.

We can do this, Kel.

Do you want to try?

Okay, but it so the exception
to the rule.

Kelly?

Boy, you've been
keeping a low profile.

Hi.

Now I'm asking favors
all over town.

Do you know anything
about charity auctions?

Well, I went to one
on Martha's Vineyard one time.

And they auctioned stuff
like clothes,

and dinners, and then weird
things like motorcycle rides

with Dan Aykroyd.

Cool. What's the cause?

Saving the clinic.

Ah.

Donna already talked to Noah

about using the After Dark,

and she's donating
some of her designs.

I'm sure
we could wring

some free product
out of our advertisers.

Goodwill and free promotion,
you're gonna need an auctioneer.

You got the job.

Uh, I'm busy with Sophie.

You know, it's a big bad town
out there,

and I'm just the guy
to show it to her.

Try David.

Thanks.

Okay, I'm gonna go
hit up some retailers.

But we'll start
this afternoon?

Sounds good.

We're, um,
we're okay, right?

Guess we're about
to find out.

Sophie!

Sophie!

David, hi. Wow, what are you
doing here?

Uh, just, uh, taking a break
from the job hunt.

Looking through
the classifieds.

Yeah.
Hollywood Vine.

Can't believe I'm here.

Yeah, it's a place
like any other.

Right.

Well, I see you're getting
the hang of this, huh?

Yeah.

Hey, hey.
Nice.

My friend is sleeping
on the couch

because he thinks you can't
afford a hotel room.

I offered up the bed.

What are you doing out here?

I just had a break
from classes.

I thought, I'd,
you know...

I mean, here in L.A.?

I want to be famous.

Really? Do you

act, sing, dance,

write, produce, direct?

Well, not exactly.

So what exactly are you planning
on being famous for?

Being me.

Being you.

So will you show me?

Show you what?

Everything.

Carl loves golf.

He plays every Saturday.

Free greens at
Green Hills Park.

Little perk for
the boys in blue.

You're a cop?

17 years.

A detective?

No, uniform.

Passed over.

That's too bad.

Listen, Mom,

I really needed to talk to you.

It's about Dad.

Oh, man, losing
your dad at 17.

And so suddenly, too.

I mean, those roads up
by the lake,

they just ice right over.

Carl...

What are you talking about?

Well, your dad's car accident.

Carl,

would you see
about our table, please?

Yeah.

Wait. You lied to Carl
about Dad?

"Your husband killed
himself. Why?"

That's never a question,
that's an accusation.

No one's accusing you.

I couldn't make him happy.

I couldn't keep him.
I couldn't stop him.

His death--
Mom, it's not your fault.

So now I say he died
in a car accident.

Secrets don't keep, but lying...

It's done. It's over.

There's too much at stake
to go back now.

I want to go back.

Please.

We're getting married.

You're engaged?

Again?

Don't you bring that up, either.

I want this.

I can't believe it.

A man his age...

But he wants me, too.

This is my chance.

Don't screw it up.

Sorry, ladies.
We're up.

Don't want to
lose the table.

What, did you flash your badge
or something?

Never out of uniform.

Carl would never
abuse his authority.

Well, that's a departure
from type.

So, Carl...

...tell me something.

You ever kill anybody?

Oh, Valerie.

She's kidding.

Welcome to the exclusive
Hotel Montreux.

Strip.

Do it!

Oh!

Honey, do you have the key?

No, I thought
you had the key.

No. I don't have it.

Excuse me, miss?

Um, we left our key
in the room.

Would you mind
opening the gate for us?

Thanks.

Thank you.

Thank you so much.

Thank you very much.

Can't swim, can you?

Mm-hmm.

Wow.

There must be some big movie
premiere going on or something.

You getting in?

It's just so great.

I'm already trying
to remember it.

If we can fight the IRS liens,

and then pull out of
the Saudi drilling, I think...

Excuse me.

Dad, you got a sec?

Clearly, this isn't
a good time.

I talked to your assistant.
He told me...

He's out of a job.
And so am I

if we can't wade through this.

It'll take five minutes.

Okay. What's it about?

It's about family.

Look, I know I'm showing up
late in the game here,

but I want to help.

What do you want to do?

I don't know.

I mean, we could
talk about it.

You tell me what
to do, I'll do it.

I told you years ago.
You start in the mailroom,

you do the executive training
program, you learn the ropes.

Then you be the son who could
watch your father's back,

so my guts aren't chumming
the water for sharks like these.

They're just notes.

You got the part about
the ectopic pregnancy.

It's a leading killer of...

Of women and a direct
result of untreated STDs.

Yeah, I got it.

These patients-- I know
their stories, but...

The way you write about
them makes me realize...

How important you are.

How lost they'll be
without the clinic.

You'll be okay, Kel.

You can do anything.

Any place, anybody would
be lucky to have you.

Don't do that, Brandon.

Don't...

Flatter you?
I'm not. It's the truth.

Okay, stop.

Don't be kind and helpful.

Us working together,

fighting for the same cause,

finishing each other's
sentences, it's just too...

Easy. I know.

You just did it again.

I knew we shouldn't
have done this.

I knew this was going to happen.

This... wh...

This, what?

This.

Good morning.

Morning.

Nice quilt.

Oh, yeah.

Where'd you get it?

This beautiful girl
brought it to me last night.

Whispered something in my ear.

She smelled like cinnamon.

Mmm. Sounds
like a dream.

What happened
to the girl?

Don't know.

We were supposed
to hook up.

I thought "See you at home"
meant "See you later."

Really?

Steve.

I would never stand you up.

I was on campus all day and
then I was pounding the pavement

looking for a
waitressing job.

Spending money you don't
have on gifts for me.

Best part of my day.

You know, Sophie, maybe
I wasn't clear about last night.

I want to see you.

I want us to go out.

So we'll go.

On a date.

Steve...

I can't.

See...

back in Boston,
there's this guy.

A guy.

Yeah.
Mm.

I mean, he's an ex-boyfriend.

Huh.
But...

we just broke up, and...

I'm still wrecked, you know?

You seem fine.

It's not easy.

I know. It's not.

How did you
get home last night?

You don't have to
worry about me.

Well, I...

I know you don't have a car,
and I-I heard one pull up.

A friend from school.

You make friends fast.

Excuse me.

Hi.
Hi.

I was going to call you.

I've been waiting
at the paper.

We've still got two more
interviews to do.

Yeah, I know. I know.
I'll talk to them.

Listen, about last night.

We kissed.

Yeah.

If you say it didn't
mean anything,

I might have to kick you.

I'm not exactly sure
how to proceed here, Kel.

This is new to me.

Here's the plan.

You don't have to
do the article.

I want to do the article.

I stopped by the LA Chronicle.

I talked to a reporter
there, John Wakefield.

I told him
about the clinic,

and I said that you would
give him your notes.

You asked for my help.

The Chronicle has a
larger circulation.

That's not
why you're doing this.

I want him to do
the story, okay?

What's this?

His number.

Give him a call.

Hey, Sophie.

Hi.
Steve coming?

No. He's down at the Beat,

fleecing advertisers
for free merchandise.

No school today?

You know, in grad school,
they let you leave the campus.

Get out of here.

Hey. Are all these yours?

Nope.

I hit up every designer I know.

I'm behind on production

because I put two seamstresses
on a bridal order.

You sold a gown?

Yep. All thanks to you.

You know,
it's such a high profile item.

Would you be
into auctioning one?

I only have that one sample.

Right. The one at Rudman's.

The one that made me cry.

That's the one.

Do you think they'd be willing
to loan it out?

You really want someone
bidding on your gown?

If it benefits the clinic, sure.

Okay,
but you're beyond selfless.

Hardly.

Once upon a time, I had Brandon
and a job I cared about.

Now, get me the dress.

About yesterday...

I had a blast.

I like this town.

Yeah, like a fish to water.

You didn't, by chance,
happen to tell Steve

about our date, did you?

No. I haven't seen him.

See, he has a bit
of a crush on me.

It's no big deal.

Even less of a big deal if, say,
we didn't hang out yesterday.

Sophie, he's a friend.

Okay? I'm not going
to lie to him.

There's no point.
There's nothing going on here.

Okay?

Ah, you're busy,
I can see.

Nothing I can't handle.
How have you been, Mr. Hunter?

A fool, thank you for asking.

You caught me off-guard
yesterday.

Dad wasn't really
in the mood to talk.

I didn't know how to tell you.

Family trait.

He's here now.

What are you, uh, setting up?

Uh, it's a little fundraiser.

Oh, that's what you meant
by help.

Hey.

Let's go for a drive.

All right.

Janet, when a girl says she
wants to be just friends...

It means she's never
going to sleep with you.

Mm. Um...

What about if she says she
just broke up with somebody?

It's a variation on a theme.

Hi. I'm John Wakefield.

I'm looking for Brandon Walsh.

Steve Sanders, Janet Sosna,
this is John Wakefield.

He works for the Chronicle.

Hi.
Hi.

Hi.
Nice to meet you.

Good little paper
you guys got here.

Thank you.

Kelly said you had some info
on that clinic closing.

Right over here.

I've got transcripts
of interviews,

but the angle I'd use
is the Wyatt Foundation.

Beverly Hills beauty
abandons Rodeo Drive

for an inner city clinic.

Got to love that, huh?

She's trying to drum up
donations, not run for office.

Hey, uh, what's
her deal anyway?

Take the notes, read them over.

You got any questions,
give me a call.

It writes itself really,
Brandon.

These places go belly-up
all the time.

Well, that's an angle.

It's been done.

It's worth a couple of lines.

Hey, maybe there is
something in it.

Other than trying to get a date?

I'll tell you what, why don't
you hang on to these.

I think I've got the story.

Your mother
will rise to this.

She was born with
some advantages.

Advantages? My father
was a locksmith.

She marries well.

It's a skill. It is.

For richer,
for poorer, right?

Ever play any ball?

Yeah, varsity
in high school.

Yes, of course.

I remember when I
was a little kid,

and you got me this ball
signed by Reggie Jackson.

And Josh got Pete Rose.

And you kept after me
morning and night.

Finally I took you
out to the park.

Taught me how to throw.

Yeah. We stayed until dark.

You were about,
oh, that tall.

No jacket, shivering
like crazy.

Hands so cold, you
couldn't even grip the ball.

You promised
we'd come back.

Better late
than never, right?

Yeah.

Hey.

Yesterday-- it's not that
I'm disappointed in you.

It's just that you're
not proud, right?

You're a kid still.

You don't know,
you can't understand.

Hey... any place
you've got to be?

No.

I need to talk to you.

Carl, can you
please leave?

Honey, I don't mind.

You two girls catch up.

When I was a kid and Dad
would come into my room,

there was nothing I could do.

You can stop this right now.

Put this behind you, Valerie.

I'm trying.

You have no idea how hard.

But he was stronger.

And he blackmailed me.

He said he would tell you,
and you would get mad.

So crazy that threat,

because that's all I ever wanted
to do was tell you.

And it worked.

I don't want to hear this.

When I got older,
I fought him off.

Why are you doing this?!

I didn't do anything!

No, I did. I did finally.

Threatening him.

Saying you were going
to the police.

Next thing I know, he's lying
in a puddle of blood--

his face, head...

Wait, the police?

How did you know I said that?

He told you?

He was getting help.

You knew?

Do you have any idea
how hard it was for me

to tell you the truth?

You seemed so shocked.

But you already knew.

Yes.

I had the sickening job
of asking my husband...

...if he was having sex
with our daughter.

Is that what you wanted to hear?

No.

Dad was raping me.

If he admitted
it to you,

why didn't you do anything
to stop it?

He was getting help.

We were going
to be happy again--

the three of us.

So why did he kill himself?

Stuff you need
and stuff you just want.

And we'll go over the items,

but the first section--
silent bids only, okay?

You'll get a chance to call it
out after the fashion show.

And here we go.

Item number one
from Galaway Travel

is a six-day, seven-night stay
in New York, New York.

Just like you pictured it,

with tickets to a Beck show.

Okay, why don't you try
the cut velvet and then the red.

Where's the underslip thing?

Oh, here.
I pressed it.

Oh, great. Thanks.

Kel, Val's a no-show.

Oh, her mom's in town.

For once, I feel
sorry for her.

Who gets the finale?

Um, I just thought
we would display it.

I didn't want to tailor it
to someone else.

I knew you probably wouldn't
want to wear it, so...

I bet it'd fit me.

Uh, there's no takers
on your bet.

The next item we've got-- number two

is a one-year pass to the movies
courtesy of Big Movie Theatres.

You and a guest can see every flick in town

and only pay
for the popcorn.

Now, this may be a silent
auction, but I want to hear...

It's that Wakefield guy.

The one who's after Kelly?

Thanks for reminding me.

Action, drama, comedy, you'll be seeing it all

while your friends are forking
out eight bucks a pop.

Do you have another pair of stockings?

Yeah, I do, right here.

Hey, your guy from
the Chronicle's here.

My guy? He's covering
the story.

Right, Kel.

He wants a date.

Will you just give him
your notes?

You'll be lucky if you get
a mention in his paper.

Are you going to do it or not?

No.

CD's, records, tapes...

-How's that?
-That's great.

Hey, um, when I said I
wanted to wear the dress,

I guess my timing was
really bad, huh?

No, it shouldn't matter.

Not anymore.

You guys were
going to get married?

Yeah.

Rock, rap, pop, country...

Show him what he's missing.

Take it all while you're swinging up and down the aisles.

An original designer
in a designer original.

That's Donna Martin, folks,
in a black jacket

with ostrich trim over
a fabulous leopard dress.

Up next, another
Donna Martin original.

Flappers invade
Beverly Hills

with this red velvet
top and black tasseled skirt.

Pretty girl.

Total innocent.

Naive, maybe, but,
yeah, she is pretty.

You think so?

She's been asking about you.

Really?

Well, yeah, mostly when
she first got here.

See much of her?

Regular amounts.

You know, she's around.

Hey, you know what,
the night before last,

she was out kind of late.

Somebody gave her a ride home.

I was wondering maybe
if that was you.

No, it wasn't me.

Valerie.

Your mom said you were
working on a fundraiser here.

Well, I wanted
to talk to you.

Obviously.

You want to go inside,
get something to eat?

No, not really.

You like to sit?

No.

No. Well, your mom's upset.

She wouldn't say why, but I'm
guessing you don't like me.

You're not even a speck
in my universe.

Is this a problem with cops,
is that what this is?

Ask my mother.

You asked me if I
ever killed anybody.

I did.

And it's not like
cops and robbers.

It's not a little hole
in the chest

and a spot of blood
like you think.

No, it's a thousand times worse.

Robert Mendoza.

It's funny how you remember
kids you went to school with

by their first and last names.

What, was he a friend of yours?

From the neighborhood.

He went one way,
I went the other.

I got a call on a break-in.

I searched the premises.

All of a sudden , I feel a
forearm collapsing my windpipe.

There's a gun-- his.

You shot him with his own gun?

Did he aim it at you?

He jumped me.

Trying to get away.

Maybe he wasn't gonna use it.

You want me
to feel guilty about it?

How do you not?

Doing wrong,
that was his choice.

His gun, his mistake.

Item number ten, note it well.

Slip into it and slip past
any velvet rope in town.

Nice work.

Thanks.

Good song list.

Some choices
I haven't heard before.

Uh, are you
working other clubs, too?

Mm-mm. No, I'm just helping out
a friend.

Oh. I get dragged
to these fundraisers.

Usually, I'm dozing by now.

Rick Miller,
KBIB.

Right, L.A. Canyon College.
That's a good station.

Yeah.
I'm David Silver.

We're looking for new voices,
new venues.

You give me a call.

I will. Thanks.

Wrapping our fashion segment
with a custom-designed

Donna Martin wedding gown.

Live bids only, please.

We're starting
with a bid of $400.

$500.

$500 for the gown.

Not for the dress.

$500 is for dinner
with the model.

Uh, well, we gotta be fair.

Put it out to the floor.
Do I hear $550?

$600.

Oh, my goodness.

$650.

A thousand dollars!

I'm sensing a fight
to the death.

Okay. It's a thousand dollars

going once...

...going twice...

Gone.

A thousand dollars.

Dad, let's get out of here.

It's getting late.

Three olives.

Anything less
is a crime.

Tell that to the IRS.

Running low.
Let's go somewhere else

for a drink-- come on.

Frankly, I'm... swamped.

Look, will you walk away?

It's over.

And this is not
what life's about.

Kids today.

No respect for capitalism.

Look, I'm trying here.

I thought we were
getting somewhere.

I mean, the other day
at the park...

Was for you.
For me.

Oh, so it meant nothing to you.

Don't pull it apart; just
take it with you and go home.

Look, I listed the boat today.

With a second mortgage
on the club,

I can get you
$400,000 or $500,000.

I'm sure your mother
will appreciate it.

Again, nothing!

I reach out to you,

you reach for
the stinking martinis!

Oh, and that was the one thing
I had left to look forward to.

You have nobody to blame but yourself.

Words to remember.

David, she knew
about the abuse.

I mean, she said that
they talked about it.

I could just imagine them
in the kitchen.

"What do we do about Valerie?"

You don't seem surprised.

Even if you don't know,

on some level,
you do, you have to.

Maybe for her

just facing it...

Divorce.

Shame, guilt.

It's better than hearing your
daughter cry in her bedroom.

Don't look to her--
you need to help yourself.

And what do
you suggest?

Prozac?

Art therapy?

A lobotomy?

I killed
my father, David.

I'm trying to help you here.
But you can't.

You told me that-- go talk
to somebody, but not you.

I don't know what
to do for you, okay?

I can't begin to understand
what you've been through.

Well, maybe I've found
somebody who does.

A professional, I hope.
He was when

he was on the job,
so yeah, a professional.

He can understand.

More than you.

What do you want me to say here?

"You're fixed, congratulations"?

No, just thank me.

You're off the hook.

Well, the article in the Chronicle

was embarrassing to the
board of directors.

The poor and the sick--
so passé.

The foundation paid
for this clinic.

We haven't forgotten that.

Oh, they'll continue
their support.

You didn't leave them
much choice, did you?

Go ahead and
smile; you won.

But you still have to take
your staff down by 20%.

We need everybody.

Well, pick your battles--
starting now.

You want staff cuts,
start with me.

Oh, Kelly.

That's not gonna solve
the clinic's problems.

You said yourself
it's a never-ending battle.

I want to keep fighting,
but... It's hard

being a patron saint
to losing battles.

I just think it's time
for a new job description.

Oh, what are you gonna do?

I don't know.

Miss it.

I think we did good here.

Don't kid yourself--

you did great.

How was your day, dear?

I got a job.

That's great.

Sort of.

It's a, uh...
it's a tryout

for KVIB.

How about you?

Are you...
famous yet?

No.

Carrying the angst
of a nation--

how do you bear it?

I lied to Steve about us.

I thought you said
you wouldn't have to lie,

because there's nothing
going on with us.

Look, you get this job
out of nowhere.

Sometimes that's
just the way things happen.

It's not something

you're looking for,
something you think you want...

...and it turns out great.

Well, I-I haven't done it yet.

You will.

You know, I read the
article in the Chronicle.

Your article.

I had read some of your notes
in the draft that you did.

You just handed the
whole thing to Wakefield.

I convinced him there was a
story by giving him the story.

PR people do it
all the time.

But you did this for me--
no byline, no pay.

Well, I was hoping for
a little... kickback.

Well, that's it, that's the
kickback I was looking for.

Hey, what do you say we go
to that Italian place you like

and get some dessert, huh?

I can't.

We can't.

Thank you for this day, but...

You shouldn't have.
You really shouldn't have.

Look, a-about the bidding war...

I got jealous.

And that's why you didn't want
Wakefield to have the story.

And after, I felt like a heel,

so I loaded up
and handed it off.

I don't know,

the thought of you
with another guy...

You really think
I'd move on that fast?

Someday.

And you'll look beautiful
in your wedding gown,

and you'll walk down
the aisle to some...

lucky guy standing at the altar.

And I hate it...

but it won't be me.

Thank you for our last date.

All right, come on,
I'll walk you home.

You know what?

My place isn't
far from here.

I'll be fine on my own.

So... what's this
about you leaving?

I didn't want to upset you.

I know you think I'm a coward.

I used to dress up
in your clothes,

wear your perfume,

play grown-up.

I didn't like being a kid.

You didn't get
to be one for long.

That stuff with Dad...

I felt powerless.

And powerful.

It's a strange combination.

When I suspected,
I did confront him.

At first he lied,

and then he said he'd get help.

What could I do?

He was your father.

Mom, don't, okay?

I understand.

You couldn't.

I'm trying.

But we need time.

Of course.

Well, you let me know.
No,

no-- time together.

I know Dad was
the enemy, not you.

Please, I'm asking you.

Just stay in town
for a couple more days.

I know it would really help.

Uh, ma'am, your bags?
Oh. The bags.

We're not checking out
after all.

I thought you might be here.

Everyone's looking for you.

Not everyone.

Not my father.

Who told you?
His lawyer called.

He's gonna be making the
arrangements for your mother.

I'm sorry.

You think the police will
miss this from the crime scene?

Suicide.

It is a crime, isn't it?

I don't know why--

the only person you hurt
is yourself.

You know that's not true.

You know how to make
a perfect martini?

Let me tell you.

You put... you put three...
three olives in it.

My father taught me that.

Signed by Reggie Jackson.

I wanted this my whole life.

Too late now.