Mr. Campbell, you enjoy lying?
Are you a habitual liar?
I already explained to you the other day
why I was not totally honest
about Sam's father.
Because you were scared
you'd get into some trouble, right?
Yes, that's right.
I figured that I might as well just say
that he had never been there
because the guy had already split.
I had no idea where he was,
and I still don't know where he is.
Yeah? Well, I do. Right here in L.A.
Beat cop spotted him this morning,
but you wouldn't know
anything about that, would ya?
No, I wouldn't.
Yes, my father was in Los Angeles.
And yes, he was staying with Billy and me.
But I swear I did not know
that he had escaped prison.
Then why lie to us
when we came to your apartment?
Well, I know now that it was a big mistake,
but the truth is, he had already moved out
and I didn't know where he was,
and I was afraid that if I told you
that he had been there,
that I would get into trouble,
and I'd get Billy into trouble.
But we're in trouble anyway, aren't we?
You're free to go.
But if you hear from your father,
I expect to be notified.
You have my word.
We did it. We stuck to our story.
The cops let us go, just like you said they would.
Detective Stevenson said your father was still in town.
Have you seen him?
Answer me.
O.K. Once... the night
after you made me say good-bye to him.
He dropped by the store.
But I told him to go away,
and that I couldn't help him anymore.
You're just now getting around to telling me?!
We were supposed to go in there and tell the truth.
Now it's all lies again?
Shh. Somebody might hear you.
What if a cop had seen you with him?
What then? Are you really willing to sacrifice
your whole life, your freedom, me?
He's my father. What am I supposed to do?
I don't know,
but I can't take it anymore.
Where are you going?
Walking home.
Can you try speed reading?
I'm on call, I only have 5 minutes.
Trying to decipher
this medical mumbo jumbo's a waste of time.
The patient sounds like a psycho to me. He's not a psycho.
He's suffering from a rare type
of temporal lobe epilepsy,
or rage epilepsy.
O.K. What does that have to do with Peter?
The patient has seizures, or blackouts,
during which he acts out his anger and rage.
When he comes to, he has no memory of it.
That's my plan for Petey boy.
You're gonna give Peter a disease?
Well, yeah.
Well, what, do you have it
in a petri dish or something? What?
No, no, of course not. We're gonna simulate the symptoms...
The blackouts, the violence...
Make him think he has epilepsy.
Oh, I don't know, Michael.
I want to take Peter down a notch
so he'll need me again,
but talk about screwing
with someone's head.
What do you think he's doing with your head?
Making you pretend you're someone else,
your dead sister, no less.
Taylor! What are you doing here?
What are you doing here with Michael?
We just bumped into each other,
and I was actually trying to locate you for her.
Right.
Uh, so now that you've found each other,
I guess I'll be on my way.
Thanks for your help, Michael. Ah, forget it.
I'll see you back at the office, buddy.
Peter, don't be mad, O.K.?
I just had another run-in with Kyle,
and I was missing you,
and I just wanted to buy you a cup of coffee if you have a few minutes.
Oh. Well, if you want to make me happy,
don't drop by the hospital.
And if I want to see you,
I'll call you.
I just thought... Shh.
And don't think.
It's not your strong suit.
This place is terrific.
It's everything you said it would be, and more.
But Alison and I are going to have to talk about it.
Hey, I understand.
But just let me know either way, O.K.?
You'll be hearing from us.
You ready?
Yes. Yeah, thanks, Danny.
Hey, nice meeting you. Take care.
Take it easy. See you, buddy.
Did you see the vegetable garden?
We could fix that up
and grow our own vegetables.
I saw a supermarket on the way into town.
It'd be a lot less trouble.
All right.
Other than the vegetable garden,
what'd you think of the place?
Well...
it could use a facelift
and a lot of paint.
But it's kind of cute.
Cute?
It has personality.
I like Ojai.
It's a small town.
Yeah, but Santa Barbara's
what, half an hour away,
and L.A.'s like 2 hours?
Are you saying you want to do this?
You want to sell Shooters and buy this place?
You were right the other night
when you said that it was time
for us to change our lives.
We've been talking about getting out of L.A.
And out of Amanda's building
for almost a year.
We just don't do it.
So... yeah, I think we should go for it.
Do you?
Yeah.
You better believe it.
Craig, you have to believe me.
I tried to do right by you, honest.
The last thing I want to do is ruin your life with my lawsuit,
but my lawyer, Harry, won't let me settle.
He says I have to go for the whole 5 million.
Sydney, if you want to settle,
Harry can't stand in your way.
Lawyers can't do that.
Yes, they can...
if they're blackmailing you.
O.K., you've lost me.
Harry is a slime-bucket con man.
I am his slime-bucket co-conspirator.
See, I didn't really trip on those stairs.
I sort of...
slipped accidentally on purpose for money,
for a chance to dig
into Amanda's deep pockets.
Are you saying that this was all set up?
I...there's no excuse for what I did, Craig, it's just...
After I lost the boutique, I had nothing.
Surely you must understand how that must have felt.
Anyway, that's when Harry approached me,
and said that I was a natural for his kind of work,
and promised me truckloads of money.
This was all before I knew you...
before I liked you.
And now I'm sorry, but if I don't go along with him,
I will be exposed for the fraud that I am.
See, Craig, he dummied up some documents
to make it look like I masterminded the whole plan.
I'll end up in the penitentiary in a small cell
with Big Bertha.
I'll be her bitch!
You hate me, don't you?
No. No, I don't, Sydney.
I couldn't.
Because you're right.
I know what it's like
to have nothing left.
And I'm just glad that you trusted me enough
to come clean.
Really?
Yeah. And you don't have to worry
about Harry or Big Bertha.
I'll take care of everything.
I took care of our reservations.
We leave tonight on a redeye to Miami,
and then from there we take a connecting flight to Santa Domingo.
Great, and what about the hotel? Why don't I go ahead and book that?
No, no. The travel agent got us 2 rooms
at some posh resort.
Listen, are you sure this divorce thing
is only gonna take 48 hours?
Because I've got some big problems at work.
Amanda, I already checked it out.
We'll be in the Caribbean for 2 days,
and I'm just really glad
that we're staying someplace posh.
What time do we need to be at the airport?
Uh, 11:00. So how about if we
meet in the courtyard at 10:15,
and we'll just share a taxi, O.K.?
O.K., sounds like a plan.
See you then.
Thanks.
Hey. You have a problem.
If this is about Jennifer,
I already talked to her.
We straightened things out.
So there's really nothing to talk about, but thank you for coming.
I'm not leaving until you hear me out.
Have it your way.
You mind if I taste some sauces while you judge me?
I'm not judging you, but the fact remains
that your affair devastated Jennifer,
and ruined her life.
That's a crock.
After we broke up,
Jennifer graduated college,
and she started dating
all these ivy-league-type guys.
Uh, no. What she did was drop out of school,
become a cocktail waitress,
and start hanging out with the wrong element.
Now that she's out in L.A.,
it's happening all over again.
I just assumed
that Jennifer was telling me the truth.
Yeah, well, she seems to have a problem with that.
But then again,
maybe you only heard what you wanted to.
Look. She's a good kid. I know I hurt her,
but what do you expect me to do?
Here's the address of the strip joint where she's working.
I expect you to clean up your mess,
even though other men don't.
Hello. Do you want anything?
God.
Can I get you guys anything?
You're cool? You're O.K.? Want another beer?
Hello!
Hey, forget about the drinks.
Joyce, take her station.
Oh, great. You're firing me?
Was it that guy at table 5? Because he was pawing me! That's why I smacked him.
Hey, I'm not firing you, kid, I'm giving you a break in show biz.
One of my girls didn't show up and I want you to go on in her place.
It'll mean an extra 50 bucks.
I don't think so. Wait a minute.
You got a great body.
You got a problem with nudity?
No, I don't have a problem...
Well then, I won't have to fire you.
So the dressing room's over there, you'll be great.
Kyle! What are you doing here?
Savin' you from making a big mistake,
it looks like.
You're not gonna be needing this.
I don't know who you are, pal, but butt out.
This is a labor-management issue.
Yeah?
You manage this, huh?
Let's go.
Kyle, wait. Did it ever occur to you
that maybe I wanna strip?
No.
What else am I supposed to do with my life?
You don't want me, my brother doesn't want me.
Taking your clothes off and demeaning yourself
isn't gonna solve your problems. Let's go.
Girl stays, you go.
Obviously it's not enough
for me to apologize for what I did,
so just tell me what I can do
to make it better. Please, Billy.
That creep has been watching us all night.
Yeah, I noticed. Just ignore him.
You mind telling me why you're so interested
in me and my girlfriend?
I'm not. I'm interested in Jim Reilly.
L.A.P.D.
We're watching you, Campbell,
you and Reilly's daughter.
Mm-hmm.
Let's go.
Why?
'Cause I want to go.
I already have a place to stay with one of the girls from the club,
so why bring me here?
So that Neanderthal you're working for won't find you
and talk you into going back.
You want something to drink? Water?
No.
Well, anyway, I'm gonna be out of town,
so you can have the whole place to yourself.
You want me to stay here?
Yeah. Temporarily.
I will be in the Dominican Republic
getting a divorce.
Meanwhile, I want you to decompress,
cool your head. And when I get back,
we're gonna have a serious conversation.
O.K. Sure.
Hey, Kyle, how did know where to find me?
Did Megan tell you?
Yeah.
Look. I'm running late. I gotta go.
Uh, now the bedroom
is down that hall.
We got clean sheets and linen in the closet.
And there is no food in the refrigerator.
Uh, you know what?
Go to the restaurant.
Introduce yourself to Mario,
and tell him I said to feed you
and give you some groceries, O.K.?
I don't know what to say,
except... come back single.
I intend to. You lay low, O.K.?
See you in a couple days.
Hey, where've you been?
I called your apartment, the restaurant.
I was about to leave without you.
I had some problems to deal with at work.
Finished. Let's go.
Hey, Billy, try to stay out of jail while I'm away.
I need you in the office.
I'll work on it.
All right, enough with the silent treatment.
Who was that guy at Shooters?
This mess with your father is never gonna end.
The guy was a cop.
Hello, kids.
Why, I do believe
it's past your bedtime, isn't it?
You're not callin' anyone.
Fine. But the cops are following us,
and they're probably watching the apartment,
so why don't you just turn yourself in?
Relax. I came in through the window.
Nobody saw me.
Maybe you should just go out the way you came, and just keep on going.
Please. Do it for me.
No can do, sweetheart.
Not on 50 bucks.
What does that mean?
It means I need 10 grand and a plane ticket.
And if you don't get it for me,
and I get caught...
Well, I'll just tell the cops
that you were in on it with me from the get-go.
And the 2 of you
can just take your chances in jail.
Billy and I don't have that kind of money.
Well, fine. Then we'll all go down together.
One big happy family.
Don't bother to show me out.
I'll just leave the way I came.
Hey, Jim. I'll get you the cash
and the plane ticket, anything you want,
as long as you leave town for good.
You have my word, and my phone number.
Scout's honor.
I'm sorry.
Kyle: So, 1,000 pesos.
Ah, excuse me. Uno momento.
Uh, a little bit of bad news.
Evidently the rainy season came,
and it washed out the road to our hotel.
Oh, great. What are we supposed to do?
I talked to the taxi driver,
and he said that his cousin
has got a beautiful place right on the ocean.
It's kind of rustic, it's a bit of a far drive
but it's the nicest beach
in all of the country.
For us, only 1,000 pesos.
You are such a tourist.
How much you wanna bet there is no beach house?
That guy slings that line to every American.
Excuse me, but I think I've been to a few more foreign ports than you have.
Come on, look at this guy.
He is a straight shooter.
Man: Next?
Are you both citizens of the United States?
Yes. Si.
Si. Yes.
Bueno.
Everything seems to be in order.
To process these papers will take 48 hours.
During this time, you must remain resident
in the Dominican Republic.
Right.
Where will you be staying?
We're not sure.
It seems that the road
to our hotel is underwater.
So do you have any suggestions?
I can give you blankets,
and you can stay right here at the airport.
That sounds like a perfect vacation.
We will try out this beach house of yours,
but if it's a rat's nest,
I'm coming back for a blanket.
I knew you would come around.
We will be seeing you.
Okay.
My taxi best taxi in the whole island.
It's right outside. Oh, let me take that.
Thank you.
I have a bad feeling about this.
How in the hell did you get in here, Field?
I know people who know how to get into places
and into locked cabinets.
If you're looking
for Sydney Andrews' files, they're gone.
I'm calling the cops.
You can't just break into somebody's office and steal their files.
There's laws against that.
There are also laws against fraud,
but that never seemed to stop a shyster like you
from making a living.
Oh.
I got an offer for you, Harry.
$50,000 in settlement
for all of Sydney Andrews' claims against D and D.
Which means 10 grand in your pocket.
Take it or leave it.
I'll leave it.
Then I'm just gonna have to expose you for what you are...
A con man, a fraud who preys on innocent women.
If you want this to get physical, it will, buddy,
'cause I'd love a piece of you. Yeah.
So what's it gonna be, Harry?
You don't look like a glutton for punishment.
All right. O.K., O.K.
I'll take it. I'll take the money.
And you'll forget you ever knew Sydney.
Sydney who?
That's right.
Good boy.
Hey, that hurts.
I'll give you something for the pain as soon as I finish up.
How long does she have to keep her wrist immobilized?
At least 2 weeks.
And you should avoid sports for the time being.
I just heard they brought her in.
Hey, Ben... Chelsea, are you all right?
Does she look all right?
What it happened?
The school tried to reach you when I got hurt in phys ed.
But you didn't answer your page.
I was in surgery. I had an emergency splenectomy. I'm sorry.
Apparently your work is more important than Chelsea.
You know that's not true.
So what are you trying to do, Denise,
score points with Chelsea?
I don't need to score points.
This is not a contest.
But considering your busy schedule,
maybe Chelsea's place is better with me.
Chelsea, your mother and I will be right back.
I'm going back in there.
Chelsea needs me.
Yes, she needs you but not you yelling at me
and me yelling at you.
You haven't changed at all, have you, Denise?
You used to pull the same crap with my brother.
And when and if you get Chelsea back,
you're gonna leave her, just like you did before.
You're right about one thing, Matt.
I am gonna get my daughter back.
This is beautiful.
I refuse...
to stay here.
Come on. It's not that bad.
There is no running water, no electricity.
Where do I plug in my blow dryer,
my cell phone battery?
Not to mention the bathroom situation.
The place is a pigsty.
You can choose to look at it that way,
but look at this, the beach is picture-perfect,
the water is crystal blue,
and your hair, well, your hair looks just fine to me.
You do what you want. I'm leaving.
Hey, let me take care of this, O.K.?
Knock yourself out.
Are you insane?
What... wait... why did you send the taxi away?
Look, there's nowhere else for us to stay,
so we're gonna have to make the best of a bad situation.
That is not my thing.
If it were, I'd be back in L.A. with Peter,
not on some godforsaken beach with you.
Come on, Amanda. Where are you going?
To sleep off this nightmare.
And when I wake up, you better come up with some way
to get us out of here.
Amanda. Enjoy your picture-perfect beach,
'cause that's where you'll be sleeping tonight.
Look, come on.
Stay here!
Ay..
All you have to do is tell Peter
you want to spend a quiet evening at home.
Just the two of us? Right.
Then when he gets there you hand him a drink,
his favorite scotch with this...
prescription chaser.
Oh, Michael, I'm not sure about this.
I don't know if I can drug somebody again,
especially Peter.
Again?
What do you mean "again?"
I just got through drugging Kyle's marine buddy, Nick.
It was a very complicated situation.
Yeah, that somehow involved Peter, right?
That's why he needed that morphine.
And that's why Mr. Marine beat the stuffing out of him
in the hospital parking lot.
Listen, I don't want to get into this right now.
Oh, and I understand that,
because that was a stupid plan and this isn't.
Besides, Taylor, what goes around comes around.
Well...
you do have a point there.
You know, I'm...
I'm actually beginning to like you.
Anyway,
that Pentobarbital will eventually cause Peter to blackout.
Wait, tell me again why we need him to blackout.
Because seizures in the form of blackouts
are symptomatic of rage epilepsy.
Didn't I explain this all at the hospital?
We're gonna make Peter believe
he's physically abusing you during these induced blackouts
by bruising his hands, your face, etcetera.
That will make Peter become, uh...
shall we say, a failure at home and at work.
What, am I grossing you out?
Because I don't want you to get cold feet or anything.
My feet are very warm, thank you.
And as a matter of fact,
I think your plan is very inspired!
It's so sick.
Here's your groceries.
Thanks, Mario.
Can I get you anything else?
I think I've got everything I need.
See ya.
Craig? Hi.
I didn't think I'd see you ever again.
I mean, I thought maybe you changed your mind,
that you hated me.
I uh... haven't changed my mind.
I just had to take care of a few things,
including Harry.
He's out of your life for good.
Wow.
That's great.
How'd you manage that?
I just gave him 20% of your D and D settlement,
which, uh... leaves $40,000 for you.
Craig, I'm not gonna take your money.
Don't be ridiculous.
It's yours. You deserve it.
I even uh... Have a bonus for you.
What kind of bonus?
That's very interesting.
I guess I accept.
But I don't understand why you're doing all this for me.
I mean, if it's about the lawsuit...
because I care about you, Sydney.
I don't know if I can believe that
from a man, from any man.
Especially a man that I was just suing 10 minutes ago.
O.K., so you're a really good kisser.
I just don't think that I want my heart trampled on again.
That was never my intention.
Sydney, I really like you.
And I know you feel the same way.
And neither of us has ever felt this way before.
So what's stopping us?
♪ And I ♪
♪ I don't believe I'll go ♪
♪ Until I wed another soul ♪
♪ And you will be the one I'm waiting for ♪
♪ I'm waiting for ♪
♪ Oh yeah ♪ ♪
Morning.
Something smells awfully good.
Yeah. Well, I got up at dawn, caught a little breakfast,
cleaned the place up a bit.
Oh, my compliments to you on being so industrious.
Thank you. The place doesn't look half-bad.
Why don't you get dressed?
Breakfast will be served in a few minutes.
I would, if I could find my suitcase.
Oh, right. The tide came in during the night
and washed over our bags.
Your clothes are hanging up on that line over there.
Oh. Well um...
I guess I'll just put on what I was wearing yesterday.
Uh... be sure and close the blinds.
Well, Robinson Crusoe, I won't have to
as long as you keep your eyes pointed on our breakfast.
I was so glad that you called this morning.
I thought I'd drop off some supplies.
Megan, you are the best.
Even though you ratted me out with Kyle.
But it turned out great.
We're getting back together.
Really? When did this happen?
Last night.
In fact, he is down in the Dominican Republic right now
getting a quickie divorce.
Well, I hope you're not misinterpreting his intentions.
I mean, having a guy rescue you from a strip joint's
pretty darn romantic,
but still...
you two did have an affair and it ended,
and he moved on.
I think I know Kyle a little better than you do.
Well, I know men,
and a guy who cheated on his wife with you
isn't likely to have a serious relationship.
Well, I know men, too,
and the truth is
all men cheat.
It's in their genes.
No, it's not.
There are some pretty good men out there
who want to make a commitment
and have an exclusive relationship.
Too bad my brother isn't one of them.
Excuse me?
Last night, I saw Michael and Taylor together
at Kyle's restaurant.
And they weren't just having dinner.
In fact, Taylor had her big lips wrapped around Michael's.
And he didn't seem to mind in the least.
I tried calling you at the office
and then your car, and nobody knew where you were.
I thought the police had you again.
I was at the bank,
cleaning out my savings account.
You don't have to worry
because I got the $10,000 your father asked for.
That's all the money you have in the world.
I won't let you do it.
That's what he wanted from the beginning.
It's the only reason he came to L.A. and looked you up.
If I had been smarter,
I would've just paid him to go away in the first place.
All right, all right.
But I'm gonna pay you back, every last cent.
I'm gonna give up the lease on my car.
Let's not worry about that now.
We gotta figure out how we're gonna get
the money to Jim without the police finding out.
I hate this.
Think. How are we gonna give the cops the slip?
What about divide and conquer?
For instance,
if the cops knew we were both at home, and you left.
You walked out the courtyard, you got in your car.
Maybe they'd follow you.
And then I could slip out the window
and make the drop.
I like it.
Only I'm the one that's gonna go meet him.
And I know the perfect place.
Where did you put your father's phone number?
It's right here.
I'd like to make a toast.
To one hell of a good day.
I honestly had more fun with you
than a platoon of marines and that's saying a lot.
Wow.
Guess I can drink to that.
I had a pretty good time, too,
so I want to make a toast.
O.K.
To the end of old relationships,
and the beginning of new ones...
new business relationships.
I knew that.
Out with the old, in with the new.
Mm-hmm.
Are you gonna wait until the divorce is final tomorrow
to take off your ring?
I'm not sure.
If I said something to upset you, I'm sorry.
No, it's just...
It's just this ring meant a lot to me.
The whole idea of commitment,
spending your life with one person.
Are you still in love with Taylor?
No.
No, my feelings for her, well...
she pretty much killed them.
I gotta say, I liked the idea of being married,
being a couple.
You know, my parents have been married for 35 years.
I mean heck, when they walk down the street, they still hold hands.
And the funny thing is,
I thought I had that, too.
Was it that easy for you to take your ring off?
No, it wasn't.
Look, I didn't mean for you to...
No. No, it's O.K.
I gotta do this,
for a lot of reasons.
You look beautiful.
Get real. I'm a mess.
No make-up, sunburned.
Look, I can't do this.
I can't either.
Good night.
And... thanks for the day.
Good night.
Congratulations, Mr. McBride,
you are a free man.
Gracias. Thank you.
It's Amanda Woodward, your boss.
Is Craig Field in?
Please get him.
Amanda.
Yeah, hi, Craig.
I got my divorce,
so I will be back in the office tomorrow morning.
That's great.
Hey, listen, I've got news of my own.
Sydney's gonna drop the lawsuit.
It's only gonna cost us about 50 grand.
Oh... wow!
I don't know what to say. I'm thrilled!
And I apologize for every mean thing I ever said to you.
From this day on, you are my hero.
Amanda, we're gonna miss our plane.
O.K. I've got a plane to catch
so I'll see you tomorrow.
And... good work.
Bye.
You know...
I think I'm really gonna like it here.
A solid oak bar
and a vintage, um, jukebox,
and the floors have been refinished throughout.
I won't kid you, Jake.
I've always been impressed with your joint.
Heck, I'm the one who loaned you the money to buy it.
But if I take it off your hands,
I'm turning it into a dry cleaners.
Ha ha ha ha!
A dry cleaners.
Lot of future in dirty clothes.
So I'm not all that keen on vintage anything.
Listen, thanks for the look-see.
I'll be in touch. Yeah.
The neighborhood won't be the same without Shooters.
Well, I wouldn't lose any sleep over it.
I'm not sure I want to sell out to a guy like Monty
who wants to gut the place.
You're having second thoughts?
No. Alison and I are moving to Ojai,
and we can't afford to buy the diner unless we sell this place.
Just want to make sure I sell it to the right person.
What about kids?
You two planning on starting a family out in Ojai?
No, that dream's over.
Seriously? But having kids was always so important to you.
Honestly, I never understood
until my niece dropped into my life,
but it's only been a couple of months,
but I can't imagine life without her now.
Well, I'm happy for you, Matt.
It's just not in the cards for me.
You O.K. with that?
Yeah. So what if I'm settling? Most people do, right?
I've got Alison. What... what more could a man want?
Hi. Hi.
Sorry I'm late.
That's all right. Dinner's not quite ready yet.
Here you go.
Well... isn't this service?
I just wanted to do something special for you.
I'm just so happy that we get to spend this...
time home alone.
I mean, we haven't had that much time
for each other, lately.
Well, are you going to join me, or do I have to drink alone?
I think I'll just have white wine with dinner.
Why don't you relax and drink up?
Why don't I go ahead and bring these up for you?
That's all right, I'll take them in for you.
No, no, no. You can just leave it here.
All right. I guess this is good night, then.
Yeah.
I didn't know getting divorced could be so nice.
I mean I... I had a good time.
I had better than a good time.
I'll see you around.
All right.
Kyle!
Yeah?
I had better than a good time, too.
Kyle!
You're home!
Amanda...
Good night.
It's all there.
$10,000 and a one-way ticket to Mexico City.
I expect you to leave and never come back.
While I appreciate the fast work,
I'm not goin' anywhere without Sam.
What are you, some kind of psycho?
'Cause I've had just about enough of this.
Unless you wanna go back to jail,
you'd better just leave Sam alone
and get the hell out of our lives, man!
I've been around the block, kid.
Don't you mess with me.
You tell Sam
I'll be in touch.
That stuff you gave me worked fast.
Yeah, yeah. It's good stuff.
Are you sure he's out?
Yep. I'm sure.
You want to do this or should I?
Be my guest.
O.K.
Enough, already!
Enough, Michael! Yeah, yeah, you're right.
That should do it.
Wait a second. If we want to convince Peter that he hit me,
I need a bruise, too, don't I?
Yeah. I figure we'll use makeup for that.
We can't use makeup! He's a doctor. He'll figure it out.
You're going to have to hit me.
Oh, no, no. I never hit a woman in my life.
Do you want to keep your record or do you wanna be chief of staff?
Look, I'm not going to hit you, and that's final.
Michael, you cannot wimp out on me now.
This is too important to both of us! Now take your best shot!
Michael, hit me!
I... I ju... uh... Michael, hit me!
I can't! I'm sorry.
Ow! What did you do that for?
Come on, if I can hit you, you can hit me!
No, man. No way, no how.
Michael, are you saying this is it, end of the line,
forget everything? Because this is my last hope with Peter,
and if we don't go through with it, then I lose him forever,
and I will not let that happen!
So I've gotta think of something.
O.K. I'd give a second thought to the makeup.
What? Where are you going? What are you doing?
What you couldn't. What?
Michael: Oh! Oh, my...
Oh, my God!
T... uh...
Oh, man.
I can't believe you did that.
Had to do it.
Because I love you that much, Peter.