Original subtitles

KELLY: 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.

(sighs) 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 a 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.

(doorbell rings)

(sighs)

Mom!

The flight was early,

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

(gasps)

Oh, sweetheart! Mm.

(big sigh)

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.

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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.

(sighs) 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...

(chuckles) 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 is 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?

(sighs) 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?

(chuckles)

Never out of uniform.

Carl would never abuse his authority.

Well, that's a departure from type.

VALERIE: So, Carl...

(clears throat) ...tell me something.

You ever kill anybody?

Oh, Valerie.

She's kidding.

(speaking Spanish)

Welcome to the exclusive Hotel Montreux.

Strip.

Do it!

(conversing indistinctly)

(hesitant grunt)

Oh!

(giggling)

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 swim, can't you?

(giggling)

Mm-hmm.

(laughs)

(grunts)

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.

DANIEL: If we can fight the IRS liens,

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

(knocking) 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.

(sighs)

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.

(groans) 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.

(sighs)

I knew we shouldn't have done this.

I knew this was going to happen.

This... wh...

This, what?

This.

Good morning.

Morning.

(grunts)

Nice quilt.

Oh, yeah. (grunts)

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.

(chuckles)

On a date.

(sighs)

Steve...

I can't.

See... (sighs)

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.

(groaning)

Excuse me.

(knocking at door)

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.

(door slamming)

KELLY: Hey, Sophie.

Hi. Steve coming?

No. He's down at the Beat,

fleecing advertisers for free merchandise.

No school today?

(laughs)

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

(chuckles) 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.

(chuckles)

I like this town.

Yeah, like a fish to water.

(chuckles)

(sighs)

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.

(chuckles)

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.

(laughs)

Hey.

Let's go for a drive.

(chuckles)

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.

(knocking)

Hi. I'm John Wakefield.

I'm looking for Brandon Walsh.

(clears throat)

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? Her 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?

(chuckles)

No.

(knock on door)

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?

DAVID: We've got trips, evenings out.

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.

DAVID: The next item we've got-- number two

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

DAVID: 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.

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

while your friends are forking out eight bucks a pop.

WOMAN: Do you have another pair of stockings?

DONNA: 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.

(huffing) DAVID: CD's, records, tapes...

DONNA: How's that? WOMAN: 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.

DAVID: Rock, rap, pop, country...

Show him what he's missing.

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

DAVID: 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.

(feedback squeal) 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, KVIB.

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.

(audience oohing)

Uh, well, we gotta be fair.

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

$600.

WOMAN: Oh, my goodness.

$650.

A thousand dollars!

(audience gasps and murmurs)

I'm sensing a fight to the death.

DAVID: Okay. It's a thousand dollars

going once...

...going twice...

Gone.

DAVID: A thousand dollars. (man whoops)

(applause)

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.

(chuckles): 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.

(scoffs): You have nobody to blame but yourself.

Words to remember.

(gunshot booms)

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.

(wry chuckle)

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.

(scoffs): You're off the hook.

(sighs)

AUDREY: 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.

(sighs)

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.

(laughs quietly)

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 date, 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 wrote it 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.

(knocking)

(exhales)

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?

(sighs)

I understand.

You couldn't.

I'm trying.

But we need time.

Of course.

Well, you let me know. No,

no-- time together.

(sighs)

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.

(knocking)

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.

(sighs)

(exhales, sniffles)

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.

(sighs)

DONNA: Signed by Reggie Jackson.

I wanted this my whole life.

Too late now.