Come on, Matty, step on it. The ER is right there on the right.
Take it easy, Billy, I know where I'm going.
Matt, look out!
Let's go! Let's move!
Okay, here we go. One, two, three.
Come on, move it, move it, move it.
Come on, let's go. Coming through.
- Sam! Is that Sam? - Step back!
Nurse: All right, take her to trauma one. Come on!
Stay at the nurses' station. I'll go see what I can find out.
Chelsea, stick with Billy.
My girlfriend was just brought in.
There was an accident. Her name is Samantha.
I want to know who the doctor is.
Who's the doctor in charge, please?
Sit down and stay out of the way.
We'll let you know as soon as we can.
Yeah, why don't we just...
Mr. Field, can I talk to you for a moment?
What is it? Tell me.
I'm afraid it isn't good news.
Your wife never regained consciousness.
She died.
The injuries were just too severe for us to help her.
Sorry.
Oh...
I see.
Yeah. Thank you.
Craig, I'm so... No! No...
Samantha is going to be okay.
Matt: Her father didn't make it,
but she will probably be released tomorrow.
The police are talking to her now,
but the important thing is that she is going to be okay.
Thanks, Matt, that's great news.
What about Sydney?
Not good news. Um...
She's gone.
Oh, my God.
Don't, Billy.
Don't say you're sorry because you'd be lying, wouldn't you?
I mean, your precious Sammy is still breathing,
so, hell, forget that she's a murderer.
Come on, don't do this. It was an accident.
An accident?
She drove through a bus stop onto a church lawn
and ran over my bride?
Why?
How? Was she drunk, or what?
Craig, maybe we should get out...
Get your hands off me!
Who are you to tell me what to do?
She's just trying to be nice. Shut up!
All of you.
You can't make nice here.
My wife is dead.
And this man's girlfriend killed her.
And none of you hypocrites can change that.
Don't worry,
I'll make sure that Sammy pays for that.
You know, Sydney was right.
None of you cared about her.
Well, I sure as hell did.
And she was better than all of you put together.
May you rot in hell.
May all of you rot in hell.
♪ She just wanted a sanctuary to get away ♪
♪ To get away from the stoned ♪
♪ She wasn't trying to get ahead ♪
♪ She was just trying to get alone ♪
♪ If I could do it all again ♪
♪ I'd just try to be her friend ♪
♪ Oh, yeah ♪
♪ She was an innocent girl ♪
♪ Oh, yeah, when all she wanted was you ♪
♪ Ah, you ♪
Good morning, beautiful.
Hey.
You know, um...
How did we end up in bed?
Mmm...
The last thing I remember, we were
making love in the hallway? Uh-huh.
And then, um... The bathroom, and then the kitchen.
Oh. And...
finally,
on the living room couch.
The dining room table?
No. Oh, well, good.
Thank God we retained some dignity.
You know, I haven't done anything like this
or felt like this
in a really long time.
Neither have I.
It's like everything has changed.
It has.
Completely.
Thanks to you.
But I still have to go to New York. What?
No. No, you're not still going to New York.
No, not permanently,
but if I'm going to turn down this job,
I really, really have to do it in person.
Why? No, you know what? Come here. Look.
Call them. Call them. No, trust me.
Trust me, this guy does not take rejection well.
But I'll only be gone for a day or two.
I have to book a new flight.
Kyle.
Yeah?
I think, um...
You know.
Kyle: Yeah. Me, too.
You just be sure to get your butt back here damn quick.
Amanda: Promise. Woman, on phone: Reservations.
Hi, yeah. Um,
I'd like to book a flight to New York this morning.
Woman, on phone: One moment, please.
Peter! My God, where have you been?
You've been gone for two hours.
I... I had to get something.
I don't know what you're thinking.
I mean, you haven't said a word to me all last night.
But I want you to know that I'm not lying.
I really am pregnant.
And I know you're gonna want me to prove it, and I will.
Taylor, you don't have to prove anything to me.
I believe you.
And I've always trusted you.
You do?
You have? Yes.
I went for a little walk this morning,
and I realized that this pregnancy
might be exactly what I needed to force me to act.
Anyway,
I wound up at this little store in town,
and I think I found the one thing that'll
help us both.
Will you do me the honor of being my bride?
Will you marry me?
Oh...
Oh, of course.
Yes!
Well, you really did it this time, didn't you, big brother?
Yeah, cut the commentary.
Help me with this tapioca, huh?
So, I thought you might like to know
that Megan is completely disgusted with you.
Mmm, believe me, I know.
And she moved out of the beach house
and is staying with me.
Personally, I don't think you have a prayer
of getting back with Megan
unless
you have somebody, say, close to her,
who'd be willing to plead your case.
Uh-uh.
All I care about right now
is that she bats me with this assault charge
and take it against Peter.
I mean, forget what I did.
She knows he's on a psycho rampage.
See, well, that's just it.
Apparently, the cops got a hold of Taylor,
and she's up in Carmel with Peter,
and they're getting married.
What?
Isn't that something?
Anyway, I figure the only hope in the world you have
is to fix things up with Megan,
so that she doesn't join up with the other side
and flush you away just for the fun of it.
No, no! But she won't even talk to me.
All right. All right, if you manage this,
if you get us back together, what's in it for you?
One day, Michael,
I will come to you for a favor.
And when I do, you will grant me that favor.
No matter what it is.
Capisce?
You're the weird one in the family.
You know that, right?
All right, fine, deal.
Now leave me alone.
Billy, how are you holding up?
Well, that depends on you, detective.
Are you going to press charges against Samantha?
Well, finally, that's up to the D.A.
But from what we've gathered from witnesses at the scene
and at the supermarket, it's unlikely.
It's pretty clear that Jim Reilly abducted her
and that he caused the death of Sydney Andrews and himself.
We thank you.
Sad part is,
all of this could have been avoided
if you two would have come to us in the beginning.
Anyway, you'd better take care of your girlfriend.
Good day.
Thank God it's you.
I've been waiting to see you,
and they wouldn't let me in till now.
That doesn't matter. You're here now.
I talked to Detective Walker.
Yeah, I guess that part of the nightmare is over.
Sam, it's totally over, okay?
No matter what anybody says or does,
it's going to be a brand new day. That's it.
I don't think it's going to be that easy, Billy.
But I just want you to know
that last night I was trying to get to you.
I mean, maybe it was too late,
but I wanted to be with you
and I wanted you to know how much I love you.
I love you, too. It's not too late. It's never too late.
Billy, I think I've ruined everything for everybody this time.
Hey, you're almost an hour late. We open up in 10 minutes.
I know, I know. I'm sorry.
What happened,
sleeping off the wedding reception last night?
What?
Did you have too much to drink
at Syd and Craig's wedding reception?
You don't know, do you?
There was no reception.
There was an accident.
Sydney was killed.
What? No.
No, you...
But how could...
Where?
It was terrible, a freak accident.
She was hit by a car right outside the church.
Look, I don't... I don't want to hear any more,
it's, uh... oh, Syd.
She never meant anybody any harm,
and things never went her way.
Finally, I thought that she was going to be happy.
Let's get this bar set up.
So, where did you go last night?
You ran out of the wedding like there was a fire.
Doesn't matter.
Did it have something to do with Amanda?
What if it did? It's none of your business.
Oh, excuse me for caring, loverboy.
But I just wondered if
maybe you were feeling a tiny bit guilty
because you were off in yet another woman's bed
while one of the many waitresses you had sex with
and dropped like she was worthless
was outside bleeding to death in her wedding gown.
Why don't you zip it up
and get back to work before I can you.
Yes, sir, Mr. McBride.
But remember this,
you're gonna be sorry you ever threw off simple girls
like me and Sydney
just to get tangled up with a man-eater like Amanda Woodward.
And this office...
The best,
outside of mine, of course...
Is yours, Amanda.
Oh, um, Eric,
you haven't let me get a word in since I got here,
and I really need to discuss something with you.
Ah, Amanda, ever since I first met you some 10 years ago,
you've always had things to discuss.
Opinions to air, worlds to conquer.
That's why I'm so glad to have you back where you started.
Eric, please. Amanda.
I'm walking down memory lane here.
Indulge me, please.
You walked in as an assistant, remember?
I had this picture taken that day.
'Cause the minute I saw you, I said, "That is no memo-taker."
"That is an ad exec."
Promoted you, then and there.
Yeah, you did,
and I'll always be grateful.
But there's something that I need to tell you.
Ah, nothing that can't wait for lunch at Lutece,
I imagine, huh? Come on, let's grab my car
and go formalize your homecoming
over a bottle of '84 margot.
Eric, can I please speak now?
Of course. My apologies. Please, go right ahead.
Um...
this isn't easy for me.
But when I called you a few days ago,
I was desperate,
and you were kind enough to listen to me
and to welcome me back here.
Amanda, you've already thanked me I'm not finished.
My point is that things have changed,
and I've found a reason to stay in Los Angeles.
Although I appreciate everything you've done for me.
A reason?
What kind of reason?
Well, a friend of mine and I
have a small business together.
A club, actually, and I can't leave it behind.
And I know how much trouble you went through for me,
and I had to come and tell you this in person.
I see.
Uh, this friend,
he's a man, a relationship?
Yes.
And you're willing to throw away all of this,
everything you said you wanted and needed on the phone,
when you were crying,
desperate.
The position I created for you, everything,
just goes right out the window
because you're sleeping with some guy.
Now, Amanda,
you're smarter than that.
It's not that simple.
I'm so sorry.
So am I.
Michael is going to pay for what he did.
Goodbye, Kimberly.
I'll be back someday.
Megan: There you go. Cream and one sugar.
You can just put it on the table. Thanks, Megan.
Okay.
Man, would you look at these clothes?
God, I would die to dress designer from head to toe.
Didn't Michael buy you some clothes like this
when you were together?
Seems to me you were always dressed like money.
Yeah, well, not exactly. I mean, he gave me money...
Yeah, I bought some nice things.
One day I'm going to find me a rich husband,
and I'm going to stick by him and his portfolio
come hell, high water, or the apocalypse.
Yeah, well, that's one point of view.
Oh, I'm sorry.
Really. I know it's different for you.
You are one of the most moral people I have ever known.
Yeah. Well, I wouldn't go that far.
No, I mean it.
I know what matters for you is love and trust.
You're deeper than I am.
You stand on principle.
It doesn't matter that Michael pulled you off the street
and believed in you when nobody else did because
he destroyed all that history with his lies.
Yeah, he did.
I admire that in you, I really do.
Yeah, well, thanks. Uh...
I'm gonna get in the shower first, if that's okay.
Sure.
And, Megan, I, uh... I know you're right.
Michael's a rat.
I just...
I hope you'll be happy without him.
Yeah, don't worry. I will.
Sincerest condolences.
She was a wonderful person, Craig. We're all going to miss her.
Thanks.
Okay, this is the last time. Are you sure about this?
You just got out of the hospital.
I don't think going to Sydney's memorial service
is the kind of stress you need right now.
Billy, I'm fine.
It's like you said, it's a new day
and I gotta put the past behind me
and face up to things, you know?
I owe it to Craig and Sydney.
It's the right thing to do.
After this, I'll deal with my father's body,
and it'll be taken care of.
Done.
Thanks for coming.
And, Chelsea, thank you very much for the bouquet.
It meant a lot to me.
I'm glad. I'm really sorry, Craig.
It wasn't necessary for you to come, Campbell.
You still have your job without having to do this.
Craig, we just wanted to... Listen to me.
Don't waste your time here.
Go back to the agency until I return from Chicago.
I'm taking Syd's body home to her family,
so I want you to keep things running.
But don't make any deals, all right?
All right.
Craig, I'm...
I don't know what to say, except that I am so sorry.
Get her out of here, Campbell.
Craig, please...
Go! I don't want you here!
You killed her. Isn't that bad enough?
For God's sake.
Get out of here! You can't blame her.
You know in your heart you can't blame her.
Peter, really, you played golf all day.
Do you have to watch it on TV, too?
I love golf, Taylor.
You want me to be happy, don't you?
Well, you know I do, baby, but
I think now we should
play a round of my favorite game.
Hey, hey. I want to save the physical thing
till after the wedding tomorrow, okay?
Peter, don't be so old-fashioned.
We're up here on this romantic weekend,
and we haven't even done it once yet. Now, come on.
Look, I told you, Taylor, I...
It can wait, okay? Come on.
Taylor!
Oh, I'm sorry. I'm sorry. Here...
here, just take it off.
Take it off, I'll get you another shirt.
You know, I asked you to just... I'm sorry.
To wait. I'll get you another one, just...
Here. Just watch your game.
Yeah, okay.
I was afraid you might find that.
Peter, my God. I was just trying to find you something to wear.
Aren't you curious about the blood?
No, uh...
you cut yourself shaving, that's all.
No, Michael and I had a fight
right before I came to pick you up. I changed my shirt in a hurry.
A fight. Uh, why?
You know how he got that chief of staff job from me,
how unfair I thought that was?
Well, you know, he...
Just the rage, I guess, boiled in me
and it came out in one of those rage epilepsy attacks,
and I think I bloodied his nose up.
I mean, I don't really even remember it happening.
So, I guess the diagnosis is right,
and I'll have to stay on that medication after all.
Well, yeah, I guess. I guess you're right.
You'll have to do that.
I'm just grateful to you for pointing out my problems to me.
It was very brave of you.
Well, it was nothing.
Forget it.
No.
No, I won't do that.
I'll never forget it.
Ever.
All right, uh... your father, James Reilly,
will be going into the crematorium furnace now.
I see you've brought a container for the ashes, good.
We'll bring the remains out about 20 minutes after the cremation.
And you can watch through this window, if you like.
Thank you.
When I was 8 years old, he started taking me out on the bay.
He named his work boat after me.
Those summers were the best.
Being with him, talking as we motored back.
The sun setting behind us.
But there was something wrong in him.
Something so wrong.
And now, it's in me, too.
Billy: No, it's not, Sam. He is gone now.
He died, but he poisoned me first.
Both of us, he made me him.
He covered me in his hate.
In his sick lies.
He ruined me
because I loved him.
I loved you.
I loved him.
Why did you do that to me!
Think you'll be okay?
Positive.
Uh, get going.
You know you can call me any time, if you want to talk or anything.
Okay, I will. Thank you for understanding,
and... thanks. Okay. See ya.
Woman: Kate's Crab House on the Chesapeake in Maryland.
Hi, is Kate Reilly there, please?
Yeah, hold on.
Hello?
Hi, Mom, it's Sam.
Hello, Samantha. It's been a while.
Doing all right out there in California?
Yeah, yeah, I guess.
The police are going to be contacting you soon.
Oh, no, what happened? You all right?
Yeah, I'm fine.
It's Dad. He broke out of prison,
and he came out here, and, well...
he got into some trouble, and there was this accident...
He died, Mom.
He died while he was trying to get away from the police.
Mom? Are you there?
Yeah.
Well, I wondered if...
I want to bring his remains home, as soon as you want me to.
I am really not interested in anything having to do with your father.
Mom? I don't know what to do.
I feel like it's all my fault, again.
Sam, I'm sorry. I just can't help you.
I wish I could. But no more of him.
No more.
It's getting busy around here. I gotta go.
You want to do your residency at a research facility?
AIDS research, it's up in San Francisco,
affiliated with the university. It's very cutting edge.
Yeah, yeah, I'm familiar with this place.
Matt: So, anyway, there's only one position open,
and they're filling it right away. I'm faxing this application off,
and I need some doctors' signatures.
Chief of staff would be great.
Can't sign without hands, Matt.
But I'll do you one better.
Believe it or not, I went to school with the guy who runs this operation.
I'll give him a call for you.
You'd do that?
Why not? I mean, you had the opportunity
to train under the most ruthless doctor in California,
but if you want to be a do-gooder, who am I to stand in your way?
Sorry to barge in. I'm looking for Dr. Mancini.
Yeah, you found him. Thanks, Michael.
I'm Dr. Brett Cooper, I'm a surgeon.
Just joined the staff here at Wilshire Memorial,
thought I'd introduce myself to the chief of staff.
Nice to meet you. I'd shake your hand,
but that's a little difficult right now.
Yeah, yeah, I heard about an accident.
Look, I hope you don't mind, but I peeked at your chart at the nurse's station.
Your attending doesn't seem confident you'll operate again.
It's nice to know my life is an open book.
Remind me to fire the charge nurse.
You know what? I'll stay out of your business.
Last thing I want to do is tick off the boss on the first day.
Just thought I could help.
Wait, help?
How?
I know a top hand surgeon who's on sabbatical over at UCLA.
I'm having dinner with him tonight,
I thought maybe I could ask him to take a look at your case.
You know what? I'm sure you don't need any favors from me.
No, no, that'll be all right. That'll be all right.
Hey, if there's one thing I believe in, it's favors,
and if this works out, I'll owe you one.
Hey, forget about it. You know, it's enough that I finally got to meet you.
Take care. I'll let you know.
Yeah, thanks.
Well tequila? Working bottle 5 eighths, 3 back.
5 eighths, 3 back.
Amanda still in New York?
As far as I know.
Let's move on to scotch. McBride?
Working bottle 3 eighths, and one back.
You let a woman like that fly off?
You don't know if you'll ever see her again.
I'll see her again. Her flight's probably delayed.
Mmm.
Lochlorn? Both full. 20 bucks says she dumped you.
You'd lose that bet, short stuff.
Ah, look who's here. It's the missing girlfriend.
Welcome back.
Are we working or are you going to mate right in front of me?
Why don't you go back and see if you can find a case of McBride?
Don't hurry.
Priest: We are gathered here to honor Peter and Taylor
as they become husband and wife.
Though our witnesses have only known this couple a short time,
during the couple's stay up here,
they have grown to know the devotion the two feel for each other.
And now, if there is anyone who has a reason
why this couple should not be joined in holy matrimony,
let them speak now, or forever hold their peace.
Actually, I think I do.
Peter, that's not funny.
No, it's hilarious, actually. I mean, if you think about it.
Really, just think about it.
Just probe that scheming little brain of yours
and try to understand how you could think for a second
that I could possibly stomach being in your presence for one more minute,
much less marry you.
Peter, my God, stop it!
Did you think I was insane and stupid?
I know what you and Michael did.
I know about the lies. I know about the drugs.
I know about the fake beatings.
And how you and him wanted to ruin me
so you could come full circle with your bizarre fantasy
of marrying your dead sister's husband.
I won't listen to this! That's enough!
That you would believe that I would ever, ever love you
or want to touch your pathetic self.
You know what, Taylor? You're a joke!
And it's hard to believe you were ever related to your sister!
Because to me, you're lower than a slug!
Stop it! Please, stop!
You ruin my marriage to Amanda, and then you try to destroy me,
and then you want me to believe that you're carrying my child?
That's beyond pathetic.
The thought of you being pregnant with my child is enough to make me vomit.
Goodbye, Taylor. I hope you get a ride back to wherever you came from.
No, Matt. Matt, down there, on the left.
I don't know why you think.
Peter's going to be skulking around your hospital wards.
He is bound to come back to town someday,
because I'm chief of staff now and he can't accept it.
Besides, I want to make sure all his crap is out of there
and it's redecorated the way I want.
Oh, so I see, it's about wallpaper.
Have you heard about this position...
Look at this! You see the door is open! I told you!
Michael: Dr. Cooper, what are you doing here?
Well, I was looking for you, actually.
I thought you'd be keeping office hours by now.
Well, obviously I'm not, and you have to make an appointment.
Sure. Look, I just wanted to tell you that the hand surgeon I mentioned
said he'd be happy to see you.
Tomorrow, if it's not too soon.
No, no, no. That's fine. That's great.
Thanks, I guess I owe you one.
Well, if you happen to know of any cheap apartments, let me know.
I've got to get out of my hotel soon.
Well, as a matter of fact...
Oh, Dr. Brett Cooper, this is Matt Fielding,
an aspiring Dr. Schweitzer. Nice to meet you, Dr. Cooper.
Just call me "Coop."
Michael: Anyway, Matt's moving out of his apartment.
Probably tomorrow. You could take that one.
What? What are you... Oh, didn't I tell you?
You got that job in San Francisco.
Are you kidding? Michael! That's great!
Michael: All right! Easy there, big boy!
Oh, my God! Thank you!
So, uh, Dr. Mancini, I'll see you later, I'm sure.
And I'll be watching your progress.
Yeah. See ya.
Michael, this is great.
All right, calm down a second. Let me tell you something, okay?
Now, I know we haven't agreed on things all the time,
but through everything, the good times and the bad,
well, you've been a friend to me and I'm going to miss you.
I'm gonna miss you, too, Michael.
And I'll never forget this. Thank you.
Yeah, and after you save the world,
come back and help me corrupt it, okay?
Okay.
Now, get outta here. You've got some packing to do.
Spit! Gosh, darn!
Nurse! I need some help in here.
What's wrong?
Nothing. I was, uh...
just planning on saying goodbye to everyone, and then, uh...
nobody's home.
I have never lived anywhere like this.
It's a special place, you know?
Amazing people have passed through here.
Some have died, some have gotten married and just moved on.
But I swear, it was only a moment ago
I was sitting at the edge of that pool,
laughing with Rhonda. I...
I'll remember 'em all.
The old and the new.
And I will always remember this place.
It's where I really grew up.
Anyway, we should get going. Start our new life.
Mmm. I just hope that someday
we can find the kind of great,
if looney friends, that I found when I moved here.
They found you, Uncle Matt. And you're plenty looney.
Yeah.
Hey, Reg. Hey, Kyle, what's up?
Kyle, excuse me.
Your turkey bartender's filching bar supplies
that were paid for by the restaurant.
You know that's not kosher, and I want it stopped, now.
Good evening to you, too.
Don't get your panties all in a knot.
I'll make sure it doesn't happen again.
All right, you do that.
But, how was your romantic getaway with the shaggy-haired doctor?
Well, not that it's any of your business, Kyle, but I'm through with him.
He's not well, and I never want to hear his name again.
Kyle: Good. He never did much for me anyway.
Hey, Taylor. Where's Peter?
Aren't you two inseparable now?
I really can't chat right now, Amanda. I have to get back to work.
Oh, that's a good idea. And let's try to see less of each other, okay?
That might be a little difficult,
since Matt just rented me Jake Hanson's old apartment before he left.
He was the manager, wasn't he?
He left? And he rented to you?
Yup. Lease and all.
A better businesswoman would keep better track of those things, don't you think?
What do you say we dance?
Sam?
Hey! Sammy?
Hey, what are you doing up so late?
Nothing, really. I just had a little insomnia,
so I had an idea. I wanted to put it down on canvas.
Are you okay?
Yeah, yeah. I just had a burst of inspiration for the first time in a while.
I'll be back to bed soon, I promise.
I promise.
"To Sydney and Craig, may you have a long and happy life together."
What life?
I want all this out of here.
You understand? I want all this out of here!
I want this gone!
Hey!
It's okay. Hold it. No, it's not.
Everything's gonna be all right. It's not okay!
She's dead, do you know that? She's dead.
Craig.
Look.
It's from Sydney.
Oh, it's inscribed.
"Craig, time doesn't matter,"
"our love is forever."
"Love, your wife, Sydney."
Don't destroy this, any of this.
Treasure it, and it'll live forever.
I don't want her to go.
Hi, Mikey, I'm back. You didn't think I was done with you, did you?
Please, I can't breathe.
Don't worry, I'm not gonna let you die. Not just yet.
Just trying to get your attention, that's all.
Because I'm going to destroy you, Michael.
For everything that you did to me, I'm doubling it back,
and when I'm finished with you, you're gonna wish that you were dead.
What I did was mischief, little jokes.
You're going down for attempted murder.
You got a lot of pain coming your way, Michael.
And I'm gonna enjoy every minute of it.
I'd stay awake if I were you, Michael.
You never know who may sneak back in.