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KELLY: Good morning.

Mm. Hey, did Noah spend the night here again last night?

Mm-hmm. Oh, that makes... three times in a row.

Really? I wasn't keeping track.

Well, neither have I.

I just know that he's moving off the boat this week.

And I bet you're wondering if he's moving in here.

No.

Yeah, I was a little curious.

So am I.

You don't know where he's moving?

Moving?

I don't even know what he's feeling.

How are you feeling?

I just... I feel like

I really want to take care of him, you know?

Ding-dong! Hey, Donna, you have those revisions?

(gasps) Revisions, deadline, oh!

Hi.

DONNA: Oh, I'm sorry.

Carrie Knox, Kelly Taylor.

Kelly's my roommate, and Carrie I hired to help me with

my sketch revisions. Nice to meet you.

Nice meeting you.

(sighs)

You know, why they need revisions is a mystery.

I mean, your originals are very rad.

God, if I had your talent...

It would be a huge step backwards, but nice try.

Okay, I got 'em.

Great, so then I have the sketches in order,

plus copy, plus cost breakdown.

Great. Good work.

This could be my big breakthrough.

So, are you gonna take the 10 or Venice?

I'll make my deadline; you just remember to make yours.

(sighs) Lunch with Jankowski should seal the deal.

I'm gone. Bye.

Good morning, good morning.

Coffee, anyone? Ah. Yes.

Thank you. Okay.

No, thank you, I already have some-- but thank you for that

job recommendation. Oh, that means you got my message.

I wouldn't let this one get away.

Actually, I'm very comfortable being undirected right now.

Okay.

All set?

Let's go.

Hey, excuse me. Good morning.

Where you going? Pasadena, to get my dad's stuff.

Okay, um, I'll give you a ride.

No, it's covered.

I want to.

I know, and I appreciate it.

I'm gonna go with Brandon.

Sure.

Ready? Yeah.

What?

I want him to live with me.

Then tell him.

Uh-uh.

Brandon, you forgot your ph...

phone.

I want you to write the obituary.

Whoa, whoa, whoa, you got the wrong guy, buddy.

My plate's full as it is. All the other papers want to write is:

Daniel Hunter, businessman, legend.

And this is a bad thing?

When honoring a man, it usually involves telling the truth.

What, your father wasn't a legend?

You gonna write the piece or not?

Help you? Yeah, I'm Daniel Hunter's son.

I'm here to get his things.

Plastic bag.

How suitably transparent.

You're giving me his gun?

This some kind of sick joke?

My father blew his brains out with that thing.

I understand your suffering, sir,

but this is not a warehouse.

So what am I gonna do, hang it on my wall? Hey, come on, let's go.

I'm asking you a question! Come on, let's go.

It's okay. Let's go.

♪ ♪

♪ ♪

♪ ♪

♪ All the scars I hope to mend ♪

♪ Only tell me where I've been ♪

♪ Where I've been ♪

♪ And all the moments left to hide ♪

♪ All the scars that hurt inside ♪

♪ To hold inside ♪

♪ I tried to sell my fancy ride ♪

♪ Deep inside I'm bruising ♪

♪ I know the world can be unkind ♪

♪ But I always find my way... ♪

♪ All the scars I hope to mend ♪

♪ Only tell me where I've been... ♪

ABBY: Honestly, Valerie,

these eggs Benedict were delish.

And coming off last night's dinner at Chez Sabine.

And the theater tickets and loaning us your car.

These last few days, you've really made me feel welcome.

Good. Ah, sorry to interrupt.

I got everything I needed.

Oh, David's got this new radio gig

in a few days-- it's for KVIB--

and if he does really well, he gets a weekly slot.

Operative word being "if."

I'm sure I'll bomb.

ABBY: Oh, you'll be great.

Listen, you sit; we'll clear the table. Yeah.

I really don't get you, Val.

One minute you plan to crush your mother

by admitting you killed your father, and...

now it's all hugs and eggs Benedict?

She's my mother, David.

Do you really think I was gonna hurt her?

Yeah.

But I'm glad you didn't.

Bye.

Bye.

(clearing throat loudly)

(laughs): Sorry.

Have three legs on the floor at all times, I have no problem.

Go on, tell her.

We've decided to get married in Vegas.

All right, that's it, both you guys are grounded.

(both laugh)

Day after tomorrow.

But our flight

leaves tonight at 10:00--

and I want you to be

my maid of honor.

Oh, Mom, I'd love to.

Oh, honey. Oh.

What, no hug for your stepdaughter?

Aw, well.

(both laugh)

STEVE: You forgot your books.

Mm.

Oh, so this is the new buggy, huh?

Sixty... what? '65?

'65 Mustang.

Very cherry.

If you like, I'd consider an outside investor.

Sophie, are you propositioning me?

Absolutely.

Is there a risk?

It's a vintage car-- bound to appreciate.

Well, I don't know.

With you at the library every night,

I'm not sure I can keep an eye on my investment.

Hey, speaking of nights,

you can't keep sleeping on the couch. Well, I'm not

gonna let you sleep there.

No, I wasn't planning on it.

The bed's big enough for two.

The bed.

Mm-hmm.

You, me...

...imaginary line down the middle.

We can deal, right?

Yeah, sure.

An imaginary line.

No problem.

Anyway, Donna's having a party

tomorrow night, for her parents' 25th.

I thought maybe you'd like to go with me.

Sure. I'd love to.

Gonna be late for class.

See you later.

(starts engine)

Hey! You forgot your books!

Yes, yes, for the third time, yes.

Really? You know, you and Carrie

have this nice good cop/bad cop thing going.

Me and Carrie?

Oh, you know-- she comes in all poise and confidence,

and then you show up at lunch with the "aw, shucks" routine.

It's very effective. (nervous chuckle): Right.

So what's our game plan? Well, the timing couldn't be more perfect.

By the way, did I tell you how impressed I was

with Carrie's presentation this morning?

Carrie's presentation?

Yeah, your partner did an excellent job.

Partner? I don't have a partner.

(laughs)

You know, truth be told, I was thrown at first myself.

But after Carrie explained the changes,

your working process-- she's very proficient.

I'm sorry, there's been some... Oh, and the home office

in Chicago, they can't wait to see your stuff.

I got 'em chomping at the bit.

Right, so there's a lot riding on this.

A lot?

Donna, i-if this line

gets the go-ahead, you make Women's Wear Daily,

and I get upped

to West Coast Manager, I.G. Nesbitt

Department Stores of America-- and believe me,

I am not the type who forgets his friends.

Oops. I got to be in Century City.

Thanks for meeting me halfway.

Okay. All right.

How'd it go at the police station?

How do you think? I got my dad's gun.

Man, it's beautiful, isn't it?

Noah, maybe you should put that away.

You ever see one of these suckers go off?

Noah... Check it out.

(gunshot booms) Are you nuts?!

I can't believe you just did that.

You finally dropped the Florence Nightingale routine.

Oh, forgive me for worrying about you.

Ever wonder where a bullet lands

when it's shot in the air? Fine, keep up

this tough-guy act-- sooner or later,

it's gonna catch up with you.

You better go back inside.

And when that happens,

you're gonna need someone to talk to. Noah?

(frustrated sigh)

(rock music blaring)

(rock continues)

Sophie!

(horn honks)

BLYTHE HUNTER: As a young man,

Daniel resisted going into the family business.

He wanted to be an artist.

A sculptor.

Did he find success?

A show in New York, once.

The critics tore it to shreds.

And after that?

Hunter Oil became his life.

The pictures-- um...

I couldn't help but notice

your husband's not smiling in any of them. Look,

my husband lived and worked for a company he loathed

24 hours a day.

And for what?

Money?

He couldn't have cared less.

For his family?

Work took him away from us.

So why, then?

Because he'd become numb.

And when the company collapsed, like so much worthless paper,

he did, too.

Choices.

Daniel Hunter...

hoped to be an artist.

Print that.

Hey. Hey.

Uh, you know that stuff you've been pounding

into my head the past few nights?

New music titles for your radio show?

Yeah, well, I've,

I've enjoyed the give and take.

And you were right and I was wrong.

Actually,

I rethought why you and I were out of sync.

And here.

Really?

You did this for me?

Mm-hmm.

See, it's not so much the tunes that were off,

it was just, um,

the way that they meet each other, you know?

Really?

(footsteps approaching)

Any other bags?

Just that one-- but first, um, do you mind?

(chuckling nervously)

What?

Oh, nothing, well, it's just, in a way,

I'm gonna be your father.

Well, my father used to zip me up all the time.

Actually, we were very affectionate, so...

Oh, well, that's nice.

Come on, please!

I'm not gonna bite, I promise.

(zipping)

Thank you.

(clears throat)

Oh, so she returns,

keys in hand, to a scene

of happier, friskier times.

I came to return Brandon's phone.

Is he here?

Ooh, and a positive attitude.

That's very smart.

Yeah, well, Abby's waiting in the car.

Whenever you're ready. Okay.

You going on a trip or you making a clean getaway?

Well, if you must know,

um, my mother's gonna marry that moron in Las Vegas.

Of course, one could always hope

that there'll be a last-minute bust-up, like you and Brandon.

These are some of my things.

Who stuffed them in here?

Well, I don't know, maybe Brandon?

(phone ringing)

Hello, whoever it is, call back later.

Who's this?

Excuse me, who's this?

Just tell him Susie needs to know

if we're on for tonight, okay?

Ah, okay, Susie.

I can't believe he just... threw my things in a box.

Well, I hate to break up this bonding moment

but I have a plane to catch.

Take me with you.

Yeah, that's happening.

(sighing)

All right,

but this doesn't mean we're friends.

Oh, God, no.

Good.

Ugh.

NOAH: It's a lie.

My father never had an unconventional bone in his body.

It's a fact, about 23, he wanted to be an artist.

He failed.

Such a weird choice-- .357.

I'd have used a shotgun.

You're the one who wanted the truth.

The problem is a guy wants to blow his brains out...

(sighing) can't reach his hands to the trigger.

I read Hemingway used his big toe.

Look, you can't understand the pressures he was under.

His pride,

his sense of self-worth, obligations to his family,

his shareholders.

The guy wanted to be a sculptor and he gave it up.

Why the mouth, though?

And why not take it right through the heart?

Or right here,

underneath his chin?

You're not listening to me.

Your father, he made the wrong life choice.

He was miserable.

Dear old Dad.

Selfish to the very end.

I'm sure he loved you very much.

You sure about that?

Huh?

He had a hell of a way of showing it, man.

So, it's organic chem today.

No coffee stops? Side trips?

Nope, today's organic day.

Uh, by the way, you left your books here yesterday.

For organic.

Weren't we supposed to be

sharing the bed last night, remember?

Platonic?

Well, I got home late last night.

I didn't want to bother you.

Hmm. Heavy date?

You know a Phyllis Neems?

Didn't she star in Deadly Giveaway? Yeah.

Yeah, that's her.

Anyway, we went to this

coffee house on Melrose, just off Harper.

David turned me on to it.

It's called The Equator-- do you know it?

No.

Anyway, Phyllis and I were talking

and, well, one thing led to another

and I just happened to mention Donna's party and...

The Equator.

Isn't that the one with brick in the front?

I just remembered, I've been there.

I ran into David there. You did?

Yeah, just yesterday. It was a total coincidence.

I thought you were at organic chemistry.

No, microbiology in the afternoon.

In the morning, I was hunting for a job

so I could pay you some rent.

(chuckles) Listen, Sophie,

about Phyllis, if you want, I can blow her off.

Like you just did to me?

No.

I'll sleep on the couch tonight.

Besides, movie star.

You might need the bedroom.

CROUPIER: Ball's rollin' and 14!

Red 14!

Loser wins again.

Okay, let's see.

The name "Susie" has got five letters in it.

Let's play, ah,

seven for "cheater."

This is how Kelly Taylor moves on?

How many letters in "pathetic"?

Same as in "go to hell."

That puts eight in play.

VALERIE: Oh, here they come.

All kissy-face.

It's so nauseating.

Your mom lost 200 at the quarter slots!

Well, you know what they say.

Lucky in love.

That I am.

And I've also been up all night and I'm beat.

Blushing brides need eight hours sleep.

It's a rule or something.

Why don't you go on?

I'll chaperone Carl.

No, no, no, I'll go with you.

No, no, don't be silly.

Stay, win my money back.

You heard the lady.

Come on.

This looks like a good one.

(slot machine chimes)

Oh, sometimes they're a bit sticky.

(slot machine chimes three times)

(bells ringing, coins clattering)

(laughing) Well, I guess your luck's about to change.

I put everything on 12.

Yeah, why?

Because that's how many seconds

it took for me to fall in love with you.

Oh, congratulations.

That's the worst pickup line I've ever heard.

CROUPIER: 36 Red. 36.

Wait a second, I thought you bet 12.

12 numbers. I hedged my bet.

You might be married.

I'm not.

I'm Henry.

I'm Kelly.

DONNA: So anyway, I finally

get a chance to break out on a national scale.

I called Carrie like ten times and she wouldn't call me back.

What should I label this?

Kitchen, living room?

Doesn't matter.

Well, actually, it does 'cause if we label it kitchen

and it ends up in the bathroom...

I said it doesn't matter.

What?!

Just worried, okay?

Nobody asked you to.

I want to, okay?

Look, I think about him every night since he died, okay?

Sometimes five hours a night.

That's five hours more than he ever gave me.

Don't you get it?

Huh? My father was a selfish man.

He never loved me.

(sighing)

I'm staying in my office.

BRANDON: Hey, Janet,

any chance that Daniel Hunter obit can go on three?

Uh, it doesn't fit.

Doesn't fit? Why not doesn't fit?

Because I pared down the club piece

with the Angel Bra ad and they fit.

Put Angel Bra on six.

We do better sales with it on three.

Come on, guys.

Angel Bra?

I have a dead pillar of the community

who hated his life. That's news.

Yeah, but if you ask me, I think it's a stretch

we're doing an obituary to begin with.

She's right.

Our readers want

movie information, music news.

I know what our

readers want, Steve.

Why not give them what they need?

To reflect on the life

and times of some dead rich guy?

Steve, um, Daniel Hunter was, uh, a blank.

He was a... a missed opportunity.

But he left us with a legacy.

Not about Angel Bra sales but about the fact

that we need to take control of our lives.

To do something meaningful.

To not... settle

for average.

Nothing?

All righty.

CARL: All right, see the shoes?

Dead giveaway.

Brown oxfords and a cheap navy blue suit.

Sorry, no class.

So, what do you think?

Guy on the make?

Or a cop walking his beat.

Hmm.

All right, 10:00.

Playing craps, junior miss

in gray and black.

VALERIE: Ooh, okay, no wedding band.

Chic suit but, uh...

Ooh, she's got scuffed shoes.

Hmm, I take she's a player.

What she wants, she gets.

Huh, you're so sure.

Trust me, I would know.

(woman squealing)

You can't still be winning.

Yep, we're up over $1,000.

"We." How cozy.

CARL: Well, I'm gonna go to bed.

I'll, uh, see you in the morning.

Oh, by the way,

she doesn't blow on dice.

(elevator bell dings)

(Valerie clears throat)

Did you see the clasp?

See, that's new.

Probably tonight's gift.

And the tooth thing-- that's, um,

that's to make sure they're real.

It's a test.

Every pearl has to have a bump.

So she doesn't love him.

Not yet, anyway.

(both chuckle)

So, here we are.

Listen, if you're not tired yet...

I-I'm not, really, but, uh...

You know, they don't put clocks in hotel rooms here.

They, uh...

they don't want anybody to know what time it is.

They want them to feel that it's always a good time to gamble.

Do you think it's a good time to gamble?

Stop. Stop.

I thought I heard familiar voices.

(chuckles) Mmm...

I missed you.

Did you take good care of him?

The best.

Would've been my parent'' 25th anniversary next month.

Mom tell you that?

No. No, she didn't.

Hey, you might want to slow down a little bit there, pal.

It's going to be a long night.

What, are you a friend of Bill W.'s?

That's funny.

Great.

STEVE: Mr. Walsh.

My fellow traveler.

You know what? Whatever he's having, bring me a double.

No Sophie? No imaginary starlet?

Your plan is working to perfection so far.

STEVE: At least she's not with David.

BRANDON: Maybe your imaginary friend got to him first.

Silver. Sanders.

For a second, I thought she'd show up here with you.

Who? Sophie.

You thought that because...?

I saw you together at the coffee shop.

I thought we were friends, David.

Brandon!

I'm being summoned to the podium,

but I want you to meet a friend of mine. Lou Jessup.

Know the name and the work. New York Chronicle, right?

Brandon Walsh. Right.

Doc Martin says you're a writer.

On occasion, when I haven't had too much scotch.

(laughs) For the Beverly Beat.

Oh, that Brandon Walsh.

Oh, well, now it all fits.

Yes, I, uh, I read it often.

Really?

"Fire Marshal Bob saves Fluffy the cat."

You read that?

Why, something wrong with it?

Now, let me get this straight.

When Fluffy's owner dawned her birthday suit

instead of her usual bourbon-stained nightie

to greet those big, handsome firemen,

that was cutting-edge journalism to you?

Right.

(tapping glass)

Excuse me.

First of all,

I would like to thank all of you

for coming to my parents' 25th anniversary party.

Whoo!

And now I know most of you are ready to roast the daring duo.

(Donna laughs)

Thank you, Donna.

As you know, Felice and I met...

Whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa. What?

A toast

to the happy couple.

Come on.

Come on, everybody.

Cheers.

Hickory, dickory, dock.

Oh, hey, come on.

I'm just kidding. I'm-I'm kidding around.

Seriously, though, Felicia...

(laughing): ...and whoever you are,

it's... Thank you, Mr. Hunter.

Thank you. I'm kidding.

When Donna and I get married,

we're gonna have,

I don't know, like, 150 kids.

(Noah snickers)

And half you geezers won't even be there,

'cause you'll be dead.

All right, that's it, Noah. (Noah laughing)

Come on, I want you out!

Come on, out. (laughing): Wait.

To the Martians.

(laughing): Martins.

(Noah laughing)

Big Noah

the toast master.

I can't remember.

Was it bad?

Well, let's see, on a scale of one to 50,

50 being the worst, I'd say you were about a hundred.

You called them Martians.

Great, I'm in hell.

You know what, man?

Take a dozen aspirin, drink a gallon

of coffee and you should be fine.

Thanks.

Oh, boy.

Hey.

Hey.

Got the message. Yep.

Getting ready for the broadcast?

Look, I'm gonna get right to the point.

Um... whatever it is we started,

it stops as of right now.

What was it we started?

Look, Steve's a friend of mine.

I really

don't want to see him get hurt.

You got your car.

I'm sure you can find a place to crash.

Start a fight, whatever.

Stop leading him on, okay?

I see you took my suggestion. Sophie.

I just thought maybe we... You should go.

You really don't want me.

I'm sorry,

but it's been an hour.

Can you try again? Really, Mr. Jankowski

is still in conference.

If you care to wait.

Thanks.

(phone rings)

You took credit for work you didn't do.

Would you call security, please.

Carrie, you owe me an explanation.

All right. Look.

Jankowski had me explain the designs and I did.

He hired me in-house.

End of story.

They were my designs.

Your word against mine.

Look, you stole my chance.

They hired you in-house because you're cheaper

to do work you're not capable of doing.

When they find that out, you're done.

Oh, but you said I was better than you.

I lied.

I said I wanted it on page three.

It's going on page six.

Steve, he was our friend's father.

Noah hated him.

He was a bad guy.

Who lived a lie and realized it too late.

He spat on his dream, Steve,

and he ended up with nothing.

Yeah, yeah. That's his legacy, Steve.

Nothing.

(sighs)

Of course my legacy is...

Fluffy and Angel Bras.

Oh,

this is about the New York Chronicle guy, isn't it?

About wanting something you can't have.

We all want what we can't have, Steve.

That's the essence of wanting. Yeah.

But we're not all bitter about it.

I guess that's the downside

of feeling entitled, huh? Like you

don't feel entitled to Sophie.

Oh, low blow, Bran.

Like it doesn't hurt

you so much that she's jonesing for David

that you had to create competition

in order to make her jealous.

All right, so that was a mistake.

But everybody's frustrated.

Like Kelly is.

Like Donna is with Noah.

Like you are

with the New York Chronicle guy.

You can write that stuff hands down, Brandon.

You and I may know that.

Unfortunately, guys like Lou Jessup don't.

Well,

maybe it's time he does.

I'm sorry about last night.

Apology not accepted.

Look, I'm trying here.

Then you need to try harder.

You ruined my parents' anniversary party.

Your father doesn't think so.

I called him this morning.

What did he say?

That he understood.

And you believe him?

Yeah. I do.

Why don't you believe me?

Your pain,

I get that.

All I want to do is help you.

(sighs)

So, what's going on with work?

Jankowski call?

Carrie Knox--

they hired her in-house.

I'm out.

There.

(music playing, people chattering)

♪ ♪

This is David Silver on the mic

representing the entire hip-hop nation.

One love to all the people listening from JFK to LAX.

This is KVIB.

We're doing a special two hour joint

live from the After Dark. (applause)

Let's keep it moving from the vinyl to the speakers

with this...

(mellow hip-hop song begins playing)

I can't believe how well he's doing.

Yeah, he's okay.

What do you think?

I think, um...

I'm going to the ladies' room.

(chuckling)

It was smooth, buddy.

I was just asking. Mm-hmm.

So, you ready for your big lunch

with Jessup tomorrow? Ooh! You bet.

Serve from the left, clear from the right, am I right?

(phone ringing)

(sighing): Great, hopefully it's the station pulling the plug.

Yeah, hello?

It's Sophie.

I'm on the pay phone by the alley door.

I'm blowing it, aren't I?

I'm so nervous. David,

stay cool.

I can't.

I'm losing 'em.

Are you?

Do you see anybody walking out?

(indistinct chatter)

I'm telling you, they're yours.

You think so?

Do you have any idea how exciting you are?

Hearing your voice.

There's something so intimate.

No, no.

You're with Steve.

I don't want to hurt Steve, I really don't.

When I'm with him, I'm thinking about you.

Do your show, David.

Think of me.

I miss anything?

No.

Are y'all ready for this?

(new song begins playing)

(clears throat)

Where's Abby?

Crap table.

Some people play against the house.

Others get the sure thing.

What she wants, she gets.

And you, Carl, you don't want?

I want to play 12.

HENRY: Uh, it only comes the hard way.

Come to Vegas, you take your chances.

And if you and I were back in L.A.?

You mean would I take a chance on you?

Probably put my money on it.

Give me 12.

Kelly, why exactly did you come to Vegas?

Forget my troubles, same as you.

Have you?

Couple of sixes; boxcars.

Here we go.

WOMAN: Come on!

CROUPIER: 12. High 12.

ABBY: Kelly, you won!

You won again!

(zipper closing, grunts)

Where's my damn shoe?!

Look, Val...

Just go, okay?

I'll be catching a plane home

first thing in the morning.

(sniffles)

Do you, Carl Schmidt, take this woman

to be your lawfully wedded wife?

I do.

And do you, Abby Malone,

take Carl to be your lawfully wedded husband?

I do.

(ring clangs)

Then by the powers vested in me

by the state of Nevada,

I now pronounce you husband and wife.

("Wedding March" plays)

I'm very happy for you, Mother.

Oh, baby.

Congratulations. Thank you.

Carl, is that any way

to greet your new stepdaughter?

(clears throat)

Jankowski hated every design that I gave him.

He fired me.

Isn't it a little early in the morning

for wallowing in self-pity?

I was counting on you not being able to think clearly.

Your charm got you in the door twice but...

Third time's pushing it.

(phone ringing) Mmm.

Do you need to get that?

The machine will pick it up.

I... I should've

never come here. So why did you?

To say I am sorry.

Ah, that's funny.

Why do people think it's okay to act horribly

as long as you feel badly about it afterwards?

I do feel badly.

You should.

(on machine): Donna, Phillip Jankowski.

Listen, about your designs, I'd like to reconsider.

BRANDON: Hardly the watering hole

for a correspondent just in from Kosovo.

(chuckles)

Tell me, is this how you always put your best foot forward?

Sorry.

Journalist reflex action.

I mean, the other night it was, uh, Fluffy the cat.

You trying to sniff out a job or not?

Would it help if I picked up the tab?

Look, truth is, my tennis buddy's a member here, okay?

He gets me in whenever I need to impress.

You want to impress me?

Is that so hard to believe?

Frankly, Mr. Jessup, yes, it is.

Lou. Lou.

Um, it is hard to believe.

I mean, the things that you've seen

and reported on, I should be so lucky.

I don't get you, kid.

I mean, first you come in, lay all your cards

face up, now you bluff?

What kind of poker player is that?

One who doesn't believe he has a good hand.

Look, if you didn't call me, I was gonna call you.

I've had my eye on you for some time, you know.

Now that there's a job opening up in the L.A. Bureau...

You're offering me a job at the New York Chronicle?

No, only the guys in New York

can offer you a job at the New York Chronicle.

But I did offer a recommendation.

And what did they say?

Well...

they want to meet you.

Want to hear something funny?

When you told me you were selling the boat,

I thought of asking you to move in with me.

Noah, did you hear what I said?

I want you to move in with me, okay?

(sighs) There's just one stain I just can't get out.

Noah, please.

You want to help me?

Leave me alone.

My mother found this in my dad's sock drawer.

"I am sorry

"but the burden of having hurt so many

"leaves me no other choice.

"My greatest regret is that I made too little time

"for my family, especially Noah,

"who I suspect suffered the most from my absences.

"I've always loved you and always will.

"Please forgive my weakness.

Dad."

I can't.

What?

I can't forgive his weakness.

I can't.

It's okay.

I can't.

It's okay.

Who's Susie?

Well, hello to you, too.

I heard you went to...

Who is she?

...Las Vegas.

I'm assuming you didn't win.

She called you.

See, you left your phone on the deck.

You see, this is my phone.

But some car leasing guy called

on the one that you brought by,

said that he left his phone at the beach apartment.

Oh, yeah.

Aaron Pike. Aaron Pike.

Yeah, he was trying to lease me a car.

I'm not seeing anybody, Kel.

I saw all my stuff in a box in the foyer.

Every morning I would get up and see something of yours

and all it did was

remind me that I'm alone.

Where are you going?

New York.

For a meeting with The Chronicle.

Really? That's great.

It's for a job here in L.A., but...

yeah, yeah, it's pretty great.

I tried to forget about you.

Did it work?

No.

But it almost did.

And that makes me sad.

Hey, Steve. Hey.

You just getting up?

Uh, yeah. (chuckles)

Had kind of a late night.

Oh, last night, man, you were great, Dave.

Thanks, man.

You want to come in?

Dave, Sophie's not here, is she?

Late last night she went out again, and I thought maybe...

I haven't seen her.

So you and Sophie are not...

No. No.

Okay, well, then I guess

I'm sorry for acting so crazy lately.

I'll see you around. All right.

Steve? Yeah?

Uh, you think I could get my paper?

(door closes)

Think he knows?

I don't know.

Maybe.