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All yours.

Brandon? Yep.

Did you know that you come out of the shower

at exactly 8:40 every morning?

Sounds about right.

Why?

I don't know, it's just so regimented.

We're like the Army.

Hey, after what we went through this summer,

I'm looking forward to a little good

old-fashioned routine.

I like the fact that you know who I am

when I get out of the shower.

So do I, but...

But what?

Kel, it's a little routine we have in the morning,

so we don't get in each other's way.

I shower, then you shower.

No, it's more than the shower.

It's everything.

Kel, sometimes a shower is just a shower.

But what if it's not? What if

it's typical of our whole relationship?

What if we get along so well

because we have the same dull, routine outlook on life?

I think there's an insult in there somewhere.

All right.

"Dull" wasn't the right word.

More like... safe.

Risk free.

So maybe if we went skydiving

or had a fire walk in the backyard?

Yes.

Maybe.

I don't know, I--

We're just 22 years old.

I think we should act like it.

Making stupid, irresponsible choices?

(sighs)

I would prefer that than incredibly vanilla choices.

I happen to like vanilla.

My point exactly.

What's up with you?

You've been moving and banging around

since we got in the car.

Sorry. I guess I'm just nervous.

I have a meeting later this afternoon with Mrs. Garibaldi.

I really need this to go well.

Donna, it'll go great.

Who's Mrs. Garibaldi?

A new client.

Hopefully, Morton Garibaldi's widow.

Who's he?

Only the biggest evening gown designer in the country.

I mean not that you should know that, but...

Yeah, his gowns never seem to fit me right.

Too short-waisted.

Look, this could be an amazing opportunity for me.

I would do anything to work in a design house like Garibaldi.

I would answer phones, get coffee, sweep floors.

(laughs)

Well, stick to the phones and coffee.

Sweeping has never been one of your strengths.

Oh, right, like you even know where the broom is.

Why are we stopping here?

Something happen to the phone lines

during the fight at the club?

No, there's just a problem with the phone bill.

I want to handle it in person.

Oh, I'll come with you.

Those lines in there can get pretty huge.

No, Donna, don't bother.

There's no reason for both of us to be bored.

It'll make the time go faster.

I don't want to leave the car out here.

It's not a great neighborhood.

It's Beverly Hills.

Well, don't you want to call up the repair shop

and make sure your car's ready?

Well, they said they'd fix it first thing.

It was just the battery.

Yeah, I just don't want to get there

and have to wait for an hour, you know?

Fine.

But if you're in there too long, I'm coming in after ya.

Is that a threat or a promise?

(mocking laugh)

(dialing phone)

Yeah, I'd like to take care of that.

(computer beeps)

This service has been disconnected.

Yeah, that's why I'm here.

Reconnection costs $25.

That's fine.

Added to your bill,

which includes the late fees

that have been incurred since the due date,

as well as the usual state and federal taxes...

Yeah, just what-what's the total?

$89.42.

Here we go.

(beeping)

Sorry, sir, your card's been rejected.

Do you have another card?

Here, try that one.

(beeping)

Sorry.

(sighing): Here.

Third time's the charm?

(keypad beeping)

Ah, congratulations.

You're back in service. Great.

Hey.

Hey. You all set?

Yep, thank you.

♪ ♪

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♪ ♪

♪ Did you ever really want some ♪

♪ Thing you know you couldn't get? ♪

♪ Did you ever say some insult? ♪

♪ Laughing at the way you really feel ♪

♪ I'm better off by myself ♪

♪ Happens every single time I ♪

♪ Try to find the words to say ♪

♪ Everything I think I'm thinking ♪

♪ Why we're always fighting anyway ♪

♪ I'm better off by myself ♪

♪ I'm better off by myself... ♪

Hold on, honey, one more.

There you go.

Don't burn yourself. Here you go.

Would you guys like anything else?

Waitress.

And some more

ketchup, too, please.

This bottle's half full. I know.

I like to have a spare nearby.

Just in case. Let me guess.

Even ketchup has separation anxiety? No.

I just wouldn't want to run out

when you're with another customer.

Has anyone ever told you you're very high maintenance?

Thanks.

Hey, you know that foundation

that Kelly works for?

Well, they're having this Harvest Moon Ball Friday night.

I thought maybe you'd like to join me.

Be my better half.

Bonnie to my Clyde.

Juliet to my Romeo.

Dorothy to your Toto?

Is that a yes?

Come on, which is it?

You're either free or you're not. Well,

I could come up with some excuses if you want, make you

sweat for it. No. Please.

Okay.

I'll be your flavor of the week.

That's the best offer I've had in months.

NAT: Carly!

MRS. GARIBALDI: I want clothes that make

statements, but in an indirect sort of way.

Loud enough to be noticed but not so loud

that it's distracting.

Do you know what I mean?

I think I do.

I love bright, bold colors.

My late husband used to say that I was the ideal person

to be with during an avalanche.

I brought my sketches

if you'd like to take a look.

Oh, you draw? I design.

I have some ideas for evening wear

that I think you might like.

Pretty.

Wonderfully loud.

And I like this one.

Oh, they're lovely, really.

You have a lot of talent, dear,

and in the future

I may have you whip up a gown or two.

But right now I need something for Friday.

As in later this week?

I'm having a

séance, and it needs to be something I can sit in.

Because you'll be sitting on the floor.

Comfortable, but not comfortable looking.

Oh, you still want to make a statement.

Exactly.

You know, I don't trust banks,

so I hide all of my jewelry in the house.

Which used to work wonderfully for me.

But right now I think I've done such a good job

that I can't remember where my diamond bracelet is.

So, I want the psychic to contact my husband

and ask him if he can remember where I stashed it.

Your dead husband?

If you know of a psychic, I could really use a referral.

My regular psychic

is on a past life therapy retreat.

(laughs)

I'll get right on it.

Oh, thank you, darling. That would be wonderful.

I'd appreciate it. Sure.

(elegant piano music plays)

The chef here is known for his pheasant.

I don't think I've ever had that.

Oh, like practically everything else...

it tastes like chicken.

When I was little, my parents threw a party

and had it under glass.

And I thought it was because the birds were still alive...

Mmm. ...and might fly away.

So have you always had money?

Yeah, but I've always felt guilty about it,

you know, like I didn't do anything to deserve it,

which I didn't.

Uh, I think that's what motivated me

to make my own.

Which I did.

Hmm, I can't imagine feeling guilty about money.

But maybe that's because I never really had any.

At least not by Beverly Hills standards.

Oh, that's what makes you special.

You're not afraid of a little hard work.

So you have a real sense of yourself

and of your boundaries.

Maybe a little too much sometimes, but...

What, is that a complaint?

Just a little show of impatience.

Or an enthusiasm in abundance,

however you want to look at it, um...

Anyway-- he said, backpedaling-- are you free Friday night?

Because I would love it

if you went to the Harvest Ball with me.

Well, I'd have to check my calendar.

Come on.

It's the party of the year.

Champagne flows like water,

and you'd be the sexiest woman in the whole damn place.

I don't know.

All my friends are gonna be there.

Perfect. I'd love to meet them.

Unless

you're hiding me for some reason.

No, it's-it's not that. It's just...

I don't know if I'm ready for you to meet them.

Is it the drooling?

No, no, but...

Then it's a done deal.

What's this?

Open it.

Oh, my God.

Cooper, you shouldn't have.

Well, not that

I'm upset that you did, really, but...

So, um...

I would be really

happy if you went to the ball with me.

How can I argue with that logic?

Sorry, club's closed.

And by the looks of it, the apocalypse has come and gone.

You David Silver?

Yes, I am.

And you are...? Jill Abernathy.

As in J.C. Abernathy.

(laughs)

Let me make this easy for you.

Every month, you're technically supposed to pay rent.

And when you do, you make out the check to...

J.C. Abernathy, Incorporated.

You own the building.

Quick study.

As you may have guessed, this isn't just a social call.

Yeah, I know, the rent's a little late.

Two weeks is more than a little, especially

when it's the fourth month in a row.

In fact, it falls under the category of remiss.

Look, I'm sorry.

I'll get it to you in the next couple days, I promise.

David,

every day I promise to quit drinking coffee

and to start doing yoga.

Yet every morning there I am

waiting in line for my double cappuccino.

Bottom line,

if I don't have your check by tomorrow morning, you are

out of here. Wait-wait a second, you can't just...

Oh, yes I can.

Read your lease.

Which, by the way, is up next month.

I'm a good tenant.

I just happen to be going

through a bit of a dry spell right now.

Then you'd better pray for rain.

Because the new lease will reflect a 15% increase

in my property insurance.

Tomorrow morning.

(clattering)

Hey!

Hey.

Who was that woman out there? Uh...

just a wine vendor. Hi.

Hey, you, uh, seem like you're

in a good mood. Ah, nope. Great one.

You know that woman I met with, Mrs. Garibaldi?

Let me guess, she wants you to

design her entire fall line.

Well, first I've gotta find her a dress and a psychic,

but I'm in the door.

That's great.

A psychic?

Yeah, she's a little eccentric.

Okay,

a lot. She wants to ask her dead husband

where she hid her bracelet.

Whew!

Well, while they're talking, uh,

why don't you tell him to hire you?

Yeah, I'll try.

So how was your day?

Business as usual.

Oh.

Sounds good.

ALBERT: We have to talk

about your investments.

I'd rather talk about baseball.

The playoffs were pretty exciting, right?

I don't doubt that.

But about your portfolio...

Handle it any way you want.

I don't care.

This isn't

just an allowance anymore, Noah.

There's a great deal of money at stake.

And I trust you to take care of it. While I

appreciate the compliment, that's not very prudent.

Look, Albert, all the money has ever done is caused problems

for me and everyone I know.

This isn't about Beth.

Thanks for the visit, Albert,

but, uh, it's over.

You know how to reach me.

Hey. How are you?

So, who's the suit, huh?

Someone who wants me to work on his boat.

What's for dinner?

Macaroni and cheese.

Want some?

Not in this lifetime.

You ate some the other morning.

Well, that was special circumstance.

I was starved and it was either that or olives.

Is, uh, Cabernet more to your liking?

Mmm, now we're talking.

Where's a glass?

Over there in the sink

with the rest of his friends.

You know, you're taking this Neanderthal thing

a little too seriously.

So what brings you here tonight?

Do I have to have a reason?

You usually have one ready and waiting, yeah.

Am I that predictable?

I wouldn't say that.

Just that for a bad girl

sometimes you have pretty good manners.

Yeah, well, I wasn't raised in a barn and I don't

drink wine from the bottle, not like some people.

It tastes the same, right?

Maybe.

Has the same effect?

I guess.

Then what's the problem?

You are.

(slow, sultry music playing)

And I thought you only knew

how to make scrambled eggs and peanut butter sandwiches.

I have many hidden talents.

I can see that.

Like being able to dial Hong Kong

and have my mom talk me through a recipe.

(both laugh)

Well, it was worth it

because this is amazing.

I hope so.

For the cost of that phone call

I could've taken you to Spago.

Cheers.

(glasses clinking)

I don't know what I did to deserve this,

but whatever it was I hope I keep doing it.

Just trying to break up our monotonous routine, that's all.

I'm sorry about that.

It's already forgotten.

So, how is it?

Mmm.

Very good.

Want to try some.

Sure.

Mmm. Mmm.

What do you think?

I like it. Yeah?

And the food isn't bad, either. Hmm.

Want some more?

Sure.

(glass shattering)

Look, either you can make it or you can't.

I really gotta know.

Yeah, yeah, thanks anyway.

Bye.

(grunting)

What, no luck? You know,

there's a zillion psychics out there--

ones that read your future, your love life--

none that specialize in jewelry, none.

Those for Mrs. Garibaldi?

Yeah, that was

the easy part.

I should've done that last.

Oh, you'll pull it off. You always do.

Just cross your fingers.

It is good to see you awake in the morning hours.

I'm glad you're not band hunting anymore.

I might have to start again.

We really need somebody headlining the club.

Starting soon.

It'll come together.

Before long you'll be turning people away.

I'm far from that.

Well, work as late as you want tonight,

'cause tomorrow's the Harvest Ball, okay?

Yeah, I remember.

Oh, and you have to pick up your tux today. I will.

Okay, but be there by 5:00 'cause the place closes

at 5:00. I'll be there.

Okay, you want me to call and remind you later?

No, I don't.

You're gonna make someone a good mother one day.

I know. Gotta go.

Bye. Bye.

(sighs) Okay.

Were we robbed?

No.

No, what happened?

Small tornado blow through the neighborhood?

No, no, Kelly and I, um...

Couldn't wait to get upstairs.

Oh, yeah.

Oh, that's a good one.

Now what really happened?

Is that so hard to believe?

STEVE: Well, maybe in the privacy of your own bedroom,

no, but down here?

Not a chance.

(laughs)

Fine.

Neighbor's dog broke in.

Went nuts, tore the place up.

That I believe.

Are we Ozzie and Harriet, or what?

(door opens) I think so.

Where's little Ricky? Hey.

Hey, guys. Hey.

What happened here?

We decided to redecorate.

Steve's in the kitchen making breakfast. You interested?

(pager beeping) Ooh! Yeah, I'm pretty famished.

Mmm.

It's like clockwork.

This guy can't put his teeth in without calling you first.

Cooper Hargrove is one of my biggest clients.

It would not be in my best interest to ignore his call.

I'll see you later.

Count on it.

BRANDON: Hey, Noah.

Are we boring?

Brandon. Ow. What?

No, not at all.

See?

(footsteps) God, even her footsteps make me lose my concentration.

Hey, I got some extra tickets to the ball.

You interested? Ball?

Yeah, the Harvest Moon Ball--

the foundation's throwing it on Friday.

Valerie didn't tell you?

No, she didn't.

Thanks.

Could be trouble in paradise for our young lovers.

Who cares?

(both moan)

So, um, I'll bring the suits

by this afternoon, okay?

Bye.

(sighs)

I'm so efficient, I make myself sick.

Why didn't you mention the ball everyone's going to?

Like you'd ever

go to a formal party.

Right?

Right.

Well, I may go.

A client of mine gave me a ticket as a tip, so...

Silly me. I don't even take us to dinner.

Well, you make up for it in other areas.

(moans)

Mmm, yes, I will.

The loan committee has reviewed your application

and I'm sorry, Mr. Silver,

we can't give you a loan at this time.

Why not? I'm afraid

you lack the financial stability that we require.

I own a business.

How much more stable can you get?

The truth is, Mr. Silver,

you don't have enough assets to qualify for a loan.

What about the club?

The equipment? To borrow a phrase,

the electronics, which you're referring to,

depreciate the minute they leave the store.

And since you don't own the building

in which the club resides,

you have nothing that can be used as collateral.

What about cars?

Well, cars can be used

as collateral if they're worth enough.

But, uh, it's hard to run a business in this town

on public transportation.

It-it's a classic.

It's in perfect condition.

Well, then if I were you I'd try to sell it

because, uh, you're not gonna get a loan from us.

So...

what section of the classifieds

do people use to advertise their talents?

Well, that all depends on their needs.

I'm a witch.

(laughs)

Witch. Witch?

Witch like in...

hocus pocus, turn me into a toad kind of witch?

Strictly for amateurs.

I specialize in love potions.

Casting carnal spells.

Would you like to try a free sample?

No.

But if you can fix the air-conditioning,

we'll talk.

Uh...

I will review this

and-and give you a call later,

with the rates, okay?

Well...

don't keep me waiting.

Full moons bring the crazies out the woodwork.

Steve...

Steve, are you feeling okay?

Are you all right? She practically said,

(whispers): "Take me, Steve, I'm yours."

(grunts)

Ew. She did not. Oh, yes she did.

Yes, she did. I was standing right over there

for the whole thing. I heard it all. I have very good hearing.

I don't know what you're talking about.

Really?

She's really gotten to you, hasn't she?

The witch?

No, not the witch.

Carly.

No.

Oh, yes. No.

Oh, yes, my friend.

Opportunity was knocking

and you didn't even get up off the La-Z-Boy to answer the door.

You should be ashamed of yourself.

(scoffs)

DONNA: Here, take your choice.

I really appreciate this, Donna.

Oh, no problem.

It's easy for Steve to wear a tux,

but I gotta look like I belong with him.

And somehow this just doesn't cut it.

Well, we had all these formals in college,

so I have all these clothes I never really wear.

Oh, I remember formals.

You wore sweats and jeans to class every day,

and then Christmas rolled around and suddenly

everyone was decked out in velvet

and drinking wine instead of beer.

Exactly.

What school did you go to?

University of Montana.

But freshman year only.

You know, balancing a one-year-old and

a full class load was...

it was intense.

I dropped out after finals in the spring.

Did you ever finish?

Mmm, well, I took classes

here and there, but you know between Zach and work,

it's-it's really hard.

Well, you have a lot to juggle.

Yeah.

You know, if you want to be a doctor or a lawyer,

there's this clear path to take.

I don't know, I just... I have this image in my head

of an office with my name on the door.

Well, you should probably narrow it down a bit.

True.

You know what?

I think this would be fantastic

on you.

Wow.

Well...

it's pretty sexy.

Oh, that's the point.

Hmm.

(phone ringing)

Yeah?

Brandon? Hey.

I was just thinking about you.

I've read the same family profile 15 times.

I can't stop thinking about last night.

There's a lot of that going around.

Steve's been asking what's the matter with me all day.

You never kissed me like that before.

Oh, you like that, did you?

"Like" doesn't

exactly describe what I was thinking.

It was pretty intense.

You started it.

Mmm, it did go over pretty well, didn't it?

The stuff legends are made of.

You know, you should, uh,

cook more often.

If that's the end result, I'll strap an apron on

seven nights a week.

Brandon, um...

I can be home in ten minutes.

I'll be there in eight.

(sighing): No.

STEVE: Well, let me

see...

"Five-eight blonde

"former cheerleader likes walks in the rain,

and action movies."

Sounds like me, only shorter.

(chuckles)

How do I feel about commitment?

Three hours till the séance

and I still don't have a psychic.

I even called one of those psychic hotlines,

but they just want to give advice, not a referral.

That's okay, Donna, the Internet is your friend.

I'm telling you, sit there,

get to know your friend. I owe you one.

Hey, baby. Hey, hi.

Hi. Mmm.

How you doing? Mmm, good.

What is up with you two lately?

You look... different.

Must be the home cooking.

Oh! Donna, what are you doing here?

Trying to find a psychic to save my career.

Oh. DONNA: See, this woman

who's huge in the fashion industry,

she hired me to organize a séance for her.

Now, I can't find anyone to channel her dead husband.

Why didn't you say that's what you were looking for?

You don't have a psychic connection.

Yeah, go ahead, Dionne Warwick.

It's a recent thing.

Here, she was in the other day.

Her name's Elana.

She says she's a witch.

You're saving my life.

Well,

I'm a real Renaissance man.

(Brandon and Kelly moaning)

DONNA: Hi. I need a psychic

and Steve from The Beverly Beat

told me to give you a call. You guys make me naus.

DONNA: ...this afternoon.

Great, okay.

So I'll see you there at 4:00.

Thank you.

(sighs)

Ooh!

Thanks a million. Sure.

I guess you're gonna have a séance, huh?

Say hello to Elvis.

Hey,

don't leave any butt prints on the copier again.

(Kelly giggling)

DONNA: Sorry.

Wasn't in the upstairs fireplace.

Just like it wasn't in the doghouse,

crawl space in the attic, or the gardening shed.

Why don't we try one more time?

Sometimes he gets a little confused.

(Donna sighing)

All right, one more time.

Morty Garibaldi.

Morty...

can you hear me?

(gruff): Morty here.

(normal voice): Morty,

we need your help.

We need to find

the diamond bracelet you gave your wife,

the one she hid.

Where could it be?

(gruffly): Try the pool.

In the drain...

...maybe at the bottom.

MRS. GARIBALDI: I never

put anything in the pool.

Of course not.

I mean, you probably wouldn't have put it there.

Morty said it was there.

Look, Morty's been saying a lot of things,

none of which have been right.

Well, don't look at me.

I'm only a psychic.

Mrs. Garibaldi, don't worry,

we're gonna get to the bottom of this.

Oh, if I could only remember where I put it.

Do you remember the last time that you wore the bracelet?

Yes, my niece Emily's wedding.

Oh, it was a beautiful party.

The flowers

were the most perfect chartreuse.

Ah, do you remember what kind of dress you had on?

Of course.

It was a black dress with rainbow butterflies.

And you're sure that you wore the bracelet?

Absolutely.

The clasp broke during dessert, and I...

Put it in your purse.

I did!

(sighs)

Oh, you're a genius!

(laughs)

Oh, Mortimer must have forgotten

about the wedding. (chuckling)

Mortimer?

Don't you mean Morton?

Well, I was married to him for 40 years.

Do you think I wouldn't know what his name is?

Of course, I just meant--

he wasn't in fashion?

Yes.

He had a chain

of dry cleaners.

(sighs)

(knocking on door)

The name is Sanders.

Steve Sanders.

I know who you are.

Oh.

Holy shaken,

not stirred!

Do you like it? Like it?

You look incredible.

Are you sure you want to go to this ball?

You know, we could just stick around here and...

...have a friendly conversation,

nice G-rated one.

Not a chance.

You invited me to a ball, and we're going.

Zach, honey, did you pack your bag?

Yep, I'm all packed. Good.

Where's he going? My mother's.

I didn't know how late we'd be,

so she invited him over to her house.

And I said we'd drop him off.

Mmm, interesting.

Yeah, don't make it into more than it is.

There's no law against hoping, is there?

No. I got it.

Wow.

It's nice to see you speechless.

You look incredible.

Thank you. I'm serious.

You're gonna be fighting 'em off with a stick tonight.

Well, what if I said

I'd rather be with you tonight?

I'm not really a black-tie kind of guy.

Well, the real question is, um,

are you in this for the long run?

Does it look like I'm going anywhere?

Your kind never does.

And then you get up and leave.

You got me all figured out, do you?

I'm trying.

(chuckles)

Hmm.

(both moan)

I gotta go.

But I'll, um,

see you tomorrow?

Okay.

Okay.

Bye.

Bye.

Come on, you better get dressed.

We're gonna be late.

Yeah, I know.

Open it.

Mrs. Garibaldi gave me a bonus

for finding her bracelet.

You like 'em?

You shouldn't have done this.

I know. But I was just trying to look on the brighter side,

forget all about the House of Garibaldi.

It was kind of an impulse.

It was a stupid one.

David!

What are you thinkin', Donna?

You've got one client,

she's not even who you thought she was!

You can't be blowing your money on stuff like this.

Excuse me for trying to be nice.

Look...

Look, I am trying here.

You've been really depressed

ever since that fight broke out.

I guess I was trying to put you in a better mood.

Well, you shouldn't have.

Yeah, obviously.

Look, forget about the cuff links.

Apparently I made a mistake, okay? Um...

We'll go to the ball, we'll have a good time.

Forget today ever happened, okay?

I've got to handle some other stuff first.

I'll meet you up there.

Come on.

Can't it wait till tomorrow?

No.

And I'll get up there as soon as I can, okay?

Whatever.

Just hurry.

(indistinct conversations)

KELLY (giggles): No.

(giggles, squeals)

(Brandon and Kelly laugh)

(elevator bell dings)

Did you see them?

(muttering)

MAN: I think it's this way here...

(elevator bell dings)

(sighs)

Mmm...

(giggles)

(sighs)

(refrigerator door closes)

♪ ♪

This better be good.

I'm in the middle of a date.

Here.

Who is Donna Martin?

It's-It's my girlfriend.

It's a joint account.

Consider this a temporary reprieve, Silver.

Because if next month's rent

is even one day late, I'm pulling the plug!

(jazz playing, indistinct chatter)

(giggling)

Brandon. Kelly.

BRANDON: Hey, Steve, Carly. KELLY: Hey, guys.

Hi. Nice, buddy.

Just gave up on the bow tie, huh?

Gave up on the shirt completely. Atta boy.

Carly, you look beautiful.

Thanks. Well, thank Donna. It was a loan.

Well, you look great.

You, too. Thanks.

So who's here?

Just us so far, and, uh...

the mayor, a couple of senators and...

Valerie?

Who's that guy she's with?

Cooper Hargrove.

Interesting.

Isn't he a client of hers?

Well, it looks a little cozy to be a client to me.

But then, I wouldn't put it past Valerie

to mix business with pleasure.

She never met a wallet she didn't like.

Oh...!

Ouch.

What? You have to have something to look forward to

when the clock strikes 12:00.

I've been thinking of nothing else all night.

Really? Hmm.

What would you say to some champagne?

I'd say get the whole bottle.

Okay. (chuckles)

(sighs)

(elevator bell dings)

Donna. You look amazing.

Thanks, you, too.

Thank you. I didn't know you were coming.

I didn't know I was coming either.

My friend Albert gave me a ticket.

So where's David?

He, uh, had some errands to run.

He's going to meet me later.

You don't sound too convinced.

Yeah, um, I just thought tonight would be kind of fun, and it's

not starting off great without him here, you know what I mean?

Well, cut the guy some slack.

He's got a lot on his plate right now.

I guess you're right.

So why didn't you come with Valerie?

I... I wanted to surprise her, you know?

Oh, that's romantic.

Maybe you can give David some tips.

♪ ♪

(indistinct chatter)

Ah...

STEVE: Cut it out, you two.

Sorry.

I'll be right back. I have to make a quick phone call.

Oh, Carly, we just got here. I'm sure Zach's fine.

You're probably right, but unless I know for sure,

I won't be able to relax.

I'll just be a minute. Here, use my phone.

Thanks.

She's great.

She is great.

Hello.

Hey, Donna. Hey. Where's David?

Oh, he's stuck at the club.

He'll be here any second, though.

Oh.

I have to go.

What's wrong?

Zach's been throwing up for half an hour.

But I'll call you tomorrow, okay?

Sorry.

Carly, what are you doing?

I was going to get a cab.

Look, the tickets were really expensive.

At least one of us should stay and enjoy the party.

It's not a party without you.

Come on. Let's get your things.

♪ ♪

Hey. Uh...

Wh-what are you doing here?

I wanted to surprise you.

I guess I succeeded, huh?

Look, Val, there's something I want to talk to you about.

Here's the bubbly you requested.

Cooper Hargrove.

Yeah, I heard a lot about you.

You look great for 80 years old.

That's a great necklace you got there, Val.

Must've cost you a lot.

Who's he?

No one.

Certainly looks like someone.

Major someone.

Look, he's nobody, all right?

I saw him kiss your shoulder.

Look, it's not how it looked.

Let's just go dance, all right?

No, it's not all right. I didn't get to be successful

by settling for second place, and I'm not about to start now.

So good-bye.

What, you're leaving?

Yeah, afraid so.

Look, you're taking this all wrong.

I wish I could believe that.

♪ ♪

You didn't have to stay.

I wanted to.

Call me crazy, but...

I think I'd rather go to a fancy party

than watch a kid throw up.

Well, I just wanted to be with you.

Doesn't matter where we are.

You seem like you mean that.

I do.

I know your life's not your own.

No, it's not.

Does that ever bug you?

Hmm...

Maybe a little at first.

But you're used to it, now, huh?

I love him more than anything.

I love you for feeling that way.

(sighs)

I could not wait to get out of there.

Why, you didn't have a good time?

No, it was good to see everybody,

but-- oh-- I couldn't stop thinking

about being alone with you.

Oh? Tell me more.

Mmm, I'd rather show you.

Really? Mm-hmm.

What else do you want to show me?

A little something. Huh?

What about that old Hindu trick?

(Kelly giggles) You like that?

(squeals)

(sighs)

I thought you were going to meet me at the ball.

I got held up.

Tonight was important to me, David.

I thought we could go,

have some fun together.

Get to see our friends...

And I find it very hard to believe

that you just couldn't make it.

I'm sorry.

I had to work.

I have a business to run, remember?

I remember.

It just seems like it's running your life.

Donna... You know, we're

never on the same schedule anymore.

And even when we are,

we don't spend any time together.

So what do you want me to do?

Huh?

Sell the club?

No, of course not.

Then what?

What can I do for you?

Why don't you try making me

some sort of priority in your life?

That is, assuming that I still am.